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You're my best friend

I just got my hair cut and I’m feeling overly emotional, and I don’t know how these two things relate, but here have some sterek.

They have been together for a while now. They just got their first apartment together, and saying that both of them were high on love (for each other) and hope (for a new happy life) would be quite the understatement.

There had been a time when either of them had thought that they could never have the other, that after Derek left they would never find each other again, and they had never even thought possible that one day they could have a place, a home together. And yet, here they were.

They just finished mounting their new bed, and Stiles falls on the bare mattress with a satisfied “oof” Derek following shortly after him.

And it’s then that somehow it hits Stiles. It hits him so hard and so suddenly that he’s so overwhelmed with it that his eyes burn and he wants to yell it at the top of his lungs, but at the same time the emotion is so strong that clogs up his throat, and he can barely manage to speak.

So, he just makes a small noise (all he can muster right now) and rolls over to Derek’s side, throwing one arm over Derek’s body and burying his face into Derek’s neck.

Derek huffs out a surprised laugh, but promptly starts rubbing his back soothingly.

“Derek,” Stiles mumbles, when he finds his voice again.

Derek hums questioningly and Stiles hugs him close, a little bit tighter, before he gets out of his hiding spot and looks up at his boyfriend.

“You’re my best friend.” He says, all intense, earnest and sincere eyes.

Because it’s true. Yes, Scott is the friend he knew longer, they had their high and lows and highs again, and he’s like a brother, but that’s just it, Scott is his brother.

Derek is his best friend.

Derek is the person that he thinks about first when he’s thought of a stupid joke and wants to share it with someone. Derek is the one he looks for when he wants to tell someone about what his favourite character is going through, even if it’s a show or a book that Derek hasn’t watched yet. Derek is the name on his lips when he wants to tell or show someone how he managed to do something, even if it’s just as ordinary and banal as Stiles managing to doodle a real-looking wolf shadow, he knows that even if his first reaction would be to roll his eyes, he’d do so smiling in that warm way that always tell Stiles so many things. Like how loved he is, and how Derek is proud of him, even for the little things. And Derek is the one that he glances up to look at before he even knows why.

And that’s why he hates fighting with him so much, because he’s fighting with his boyfriend and best friend. And really, there’s no one in his life that can match with everything that Derek means to him. Derek is his special person, everyone has their special person, don’t they?

And Derek is Stiles’ person.

And yes, Derek is his boyfriend, and they had already said their ‘I love you’s to each other a long time ago, but Derek is also, and maybe most importantly, Stiles’ best friend too, and Stiles really needs him to know that.

“You’re my best friend,” he repeats, because he needs him to understand.

And of course, because Derek is his everything plus his best friend, smiles small and understanding, before he leans down to kiss him on the corner of his mouth, feather-light and all softness, and whispers “you’re my best friend, too.”

And Stiles knows that Derek understands, because he can see in his eyes that Stiles is his person too.

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Whatever you do, don’t imagine Harry on his wedding day.

…okay fuck that. Let me paint the picture for you.

They’re all getting ready for the big day. James in the background mentally going over his speech. He got ordained so he could hold the ceremony and even though he loves a joke, he takes this task very seriously.

Jeff is hanging around somewhere, too, but he’s on the phone again, probably checking in on Glenne for the tenth time in the last half hour (which means actually checking in on Harry’s bride because he came to care about her almost as much as he did for Harry which was a whole fucking lot).

The other groomsmen were also milling about in the small room, straightening out collars and suit jackets, tying shoes and checking their hair in the mirror.

Harry feels himself gradually getting more nervous and this stupid fucking tie just… won’t… do what it’s supposed to.

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Underestimate

Flug protects Dementia from an ambush of heroes and she finds out that the timid scientist isn’t as weak as she thought.

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anonymous asked:

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

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



Zen:

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

Yoosung:

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

Jaehee:

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

Jumin:

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


Seven:

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

Saeran:

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

V:

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

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anonymous asked:

High school and friends with benefits au with Seven, Yoosung and Saeran (Zen if you don't write for him). Thank you!

A/N: *(the sheer amount of times i’ve had to “americanise” my spelling is unbelievable. I’m still to stubborn to change colour to color tho)

(Also I have a copious amount of aubergines in my inbox now, ya’ll are so nasty)

Seven

  • “You keep on sexting me in binary and now my friends think i’ve joined a shady hacktivists group ”

You were sitting at lunch with Saeyoung he was explaining about how internet cookies are extremely misleading in the title. You were half concentrating on him and half on what your friends Mina and Jisoo were snickering at. You could tell they were talking about the two of you. After another five minutes of their whispers they finally approached the two of you.

“Okay you two we know what’s going on” Mina said as she slammed her hand on the table.

You and Saeyoung looked at each other both thinking the same thing.

  1. Shit they know we’ve been fucking in the supply closet 
  2. How’d they even find out
  3. Which of the three exits can we make our escape

“So is it cool?” Jisoo asked pulling you both out of your thoughts.

You decided to play innocent by asking what the hell she was talking about.

“Oh come on we both know you and Seven are in a super underground hacktivist group” Mina said her elbow propped on the table in an act of secrecy

“Yeah we saw all those messages you sent in that nerd code” Jisoo piped in nodding in approval, “So spill the beans already”

Seven finally decided to speak up from being unusually silent

“Well girls we’d love to tell you but we’d have to kill you” 

Mina and Jisoo gawked in amazement. You sighed as you realised the deep hole you two had dug for yourselves.

Yoosung

  • “I accidentally told my *mom we were dating after she found your bra under my pillow and now you’re invited to my cousin’s wedding”

“I can’t believe your making me do this” You grumbled as you stalked past countless shops searching for a dress for this stupid wedding. 

“I already apologised like fifty times” 

You ignored his comment following him into a dress store. He scanned the racks looking for something that would please me. He picked out five dresses and piled them into my hands before directing me to the dressing room

~~~

“I just don’t understand how this involves me” you sighed stepping out in a light pink dress with some questionable frills.

“Well what would you do if your mother found a random girl’s bra in your room”

“Don’t you have a sister couldn’t you have said it was hers” You whined now in dark red dress that make you look like ornate blood stain.

“First of all my sister is 12 and second of all I hardly think that’s her style anyway”

“What would you know about style Mr. WearsTheSameRattyHoodieEveryday” you scoffed, “plus if you hadn’t stolen my bra in the first place we wouldn’t be in this situation at all”

“Wha..What..I didn’t steal it I merely kept for safekeeping till i could return it to you”

“Sure, Jan” you muttered “Yoosung you are many things but you ain’t slick”

Yoosung pouted now knowing he’d been caught. You took a glance at the dressing room then back at Yoosung

“So wanna have a quickie in there” You said pointing to the dressing room behind you.

“I swear to god you have a shorter attention span than me,” Yoosung scolded “we came to look for a dress remember?”

“Boo, You’re no fun”

Saeran

(headcanon that Saeran has a hella extensive mourning routine and knows all these natural remedies)

  • “Just cause I let you stay the night doesn’t mean you can use all my eyeliner”

“Who could have guessed ‘scary edgelord Saeran’ has a fucking morning routine” you smirked rising from the bed to see Saeran sat at your vanity table

“Fuck you”

“I already did” you retorted shrugging on one of his oversized shirts.

“Why am I even friends with you?”

“Cause I’m the only one that can deal with your hipster emo ass”

“I thought you liked my ass” he quipped setting down a moisturising cream.

“Cute” you replied now eyeing him as he emptied out your makeup bag picking out the eyeliner.

“Just cause I let you stay the night doesn’t mean you can use all my eyeliner”

Saeran ignored your comment and continued applying it with expert precision you were a bit jealous cause it usually took you like three tries to get it right.

“You better not do a better job than me, i can’t have you showing me up at school”

“Where the fuck do you keep your Vitamin E Oil” Saeran asked exasperated

“Do you even hear yourself, and who the fuck has Vitamin E Oil lying around the house” 

“No wonder your skin is so dry you’ve been living like a savage”

“Boi you about to catch these hands if you make anymore comments about the state of my skin”

~Admin Petty

There are soooooo many people out there who ask “Why do you like Loki so much? He’s a villain.” And while I don’t have the time to list everything, (because let’s be honest who does?) I am now writing down the points of why people need to love this dude. Also known as,


Why You Should Love The Psychotic But Still Hot Space Prince.
By Debbie.


Point Number One: His Eyes.


Now, I think we can all agree that girls are suckers for a guy with pretty eyes. I mean who doesn’t like looking at a guy with beautiful eyes? 


Its just in our nature. 


I mean, I could probably like Loki just because of his eyes.  Have you seen them?! Its like you’re just sitting there the whole time having a debate with yourself on what color they are. I’m pretty sure I’ve this conversation with myself like twice.


“Blue or green? Green our blue? Okay I think they’re blue.  No wait, they’re green. Yup. One hundred percent sure they’re green. Actually they’re blue. Okay I’m defs for sure that they are blue. Well…….maybe they’re grey? ”


Yeah. Its like the sweetest torture known to man. But also kind of a weird thing to do, but if you’re a fan girl, there’s weirder things you’ve done.


So, my conclusion for his eye color, (for now) is that they are a mixture of blue, green and sliver/grey. And honestly that is a very attractive color for eyes. At least to me. 


I know there are some people out there who prefer dark eyes, and that’s totally cool. But if you don’t think that Loki has beautiful, stunning, amazing, etc. eyes, then I will question whether you’re human or not.


Point Number Two: His Hair.


I love guys with dark hair. I don’t what it is, but there’s just something about dark haired guys that I love. And let me tell you, Loki has amazing dark hair.

Now, while its kind of long, and I prefer short haired guys, I still love his hair. (Especially in the first Thor movie. I mean whew! *fans self*)


The thing that I really want to do with his hair is run my hands through it. Oh my goodness I can only imagine how soft it would be. *shivers* And he has shiny hair too, so yeah, there’s that too.


And really, I just don’t know what else to say about it. I like the dude’s hair, its a really cool shade (?) of black and I really wanna run my hands through it.


Point Number Three: His Clothing Style.


LEATHER, GOLD ARMOR, A CAPE, AND MORE LEATHER!!! 


Needless to say, I like his clothing choice. 


We all know (I hope) that his signature colors are green, gold and black. And I love those colors together. So those colors on Loki does something to me. 


We’ve all seen in the Avengers and in Thor, though briefly, his ‘mortal’ style. 


A suit. 

……


I LOVE A GUY IN A SUIT. 


Seriously, its almost my religion.


Guys in suits are waaaaaaay more attractive than this stupid 'dope style’ or whatever its called. What even is that? 


Okay, so you have a hat on backwards, your pants are falling off and your shoes are horrifyingly red. 


That’s not appealing to me AT ALL.


Now, it would get annoying after a while to have your guy always wearing a suit, so I really would like to know how Loki would dress casually. 


Would he? Or would he just always be wearing a suit? 


Who knows?


But his clothing style definitely fits my criteria.


Point Number Four: He Is Literally Prince Charming.


I’m sure every girl when she was little, dreamed of having a Prince Charming come and marry her or something.


Well, Loki could charm the pants off anyone (they don’t call him 'Silver Tongue’ for nothing I’m sure *wink wink wiggle wiggle*), and he’s a Prince. Of a cool space kingdom.


Thus, I give you Prince Charming.


Now, as much as I hate to say it, Loki is a fictional character.

Yes I just committed the number one fangirl sin. But hear me out.

Even though he’s not real, I’m sure if he was and you were lucky enough to be his significant other, he would treat with the utmost respect.


There are SO many fanfictions out there where he treats his girlfriend or whatever like crap. 

I’m sorry but no.


Loki would be the most respectful partner in the world. Even surpassing Captain America. (Forgive me Steve for I have sinned.)

He would treat you like a freaking queen. Am I right? (Yes, yes I am)

Point Number Five: The Tragic Back Story.


 Lots of girls like a guy with a tragic back story or something like that. 


Well let me tell you that Loki is like the Prince of all tragicness.


I mean, his father is like the worst, he was always second to Thor and he found out that he is not in fact Asgardian, but an Andorian with Elsa’s powers.  (If you didn’t get the reference I will be upset with you.)


How sad is that? 


(Which I don’t know about you, but I would totally cry if I found out that I wasn’t Asgardian.*sniff sniff*)


Point Number Six: His Height.


As a member of the short girl club, I can tell that most of us love it when someone really tall hugs us. It feels super comforting and you always feel really safe.


Well, Loki is tall. And while I’ve never hugged him, I’ve hugged my brother, who is the same height as him,(Or rather the same height as Tom Hiddleston who plays Loki so…..) and let me tell you, he gives like the best hugs ever. (When he’s not squeezing the life out of you)


If you’re a tall girl and want a guy that isn’t shorter than you, then I give you Loki. I highly doubt that you’re gonna be taller than him. (Unless you’re 6" 3 which if you are, I’m so sorry.)

So that concludes my points on why people should love Loki as much as I do.

anonymous asked:

hey I don't know if you're taking prompts atm, but if you are could you please write some more nb!alex college au, I love them so much and your writings make me so happy!

(A follow-up to this story: https://queercapwriting.tumblr.com/post/160089660369/pleasee-write-nbalex-in-college-like-could-they )

“Wanna get outta here?” Maggie asks, chuckling at Alex’s banter with their roommate, but also wanting the full attention of this adorable enby.

And it terrifies her.

Her desire.

Her question.

Terrifies her because the only people she’s kissed have been girls in high school who took her underneath the bleachers to make out, only to tell their boyfriends later that she took advantage of them.

Terrifies her because of Eliza Wilke.

Terrifies her because of her father.

But she’s away, now.

Away, for the first time.

And Alex Danvers? This kid hanging out of their window, undercut and tank top and sleeveless vest and and flattened chest and baggy shorts all but screaming their queerness? Their braveness? 

Maybe Alex Danvers won’t punish her for her desires.

But at her question, Alex almost topples out of their dorm room window.

Maggie catches them by their stomach, and they both pause at the contact. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so – “

“No, no, it’s… it’s just funny, right? Because usually when someone says ‘you wanna get outta here,’ they mean go home or something, but I am home, so you don’t mean go home, right, you mean go away from my home instead of to it, and it’s just…” 

Alex putters like they’ve run out of fuel, and they shrug awkwardly. Adorably. 

Maggie’s never wanted to kiss anyone this badly, and she chastizes herself harshly. She barely knows Alex.

Doesn’t know them at all.

But their rambling is awkward, and it’s earnest, and earnesty isn’t something Maggie comes across a lot.

“Just what, Danvers?” she helps them out, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“It’s just funny,” Alex finishes, starting to blush, and Maggie hears Lucy sighing dramatically at Alex’s lack of chill inside the dorm.

Maggie gulps and she lowers her eyes to Alex’s lips and she looks away as soon as she realizes she’s done it.

“Your room isn’t the only home on this campus,” Maggie says, her voice low, her voice hopeful.

Alex nearly falls again, and Maggie grabs them again.

Alex opens and closes their mouth helplessly.

“But for now, wanna take a walk?” Maggie grins, hopping down from the window and retrieving her backpack and motorcycle helmet from the ground.

Alex takes nearly a full thirty seconds to stammer a yes, and somehow their rambling makes them more attractive to Maggie. More unassuming. More… earnest. More honest. More genuine.

“Uh – yes, just – uh, can you come around the front entrance? I’m sorry, I – “

“Yeah, yeah, it’s cool. Meet you in a minute. Um – nice to meet you, Lucy!” Maggie raises her voice at the end.

“Have them home by midnight, Sawyer! It’s not a huge campus, I can easily find out where you live!”

“Yes ma’am!” Maggie offers a mock salute. Even though she knows Lucy can’t see her from inside, she knows Alex can, and Alex laughs.

She decides she wants to make Alex laugh as much as she can.

“See you on the other side,” she offers up to Alex, and they nod as they scramble backwards off their windowsill, nearly falling in. 

Maggie chuckles to herself once she listens to make sure Alex is okay. She slings her bag over her shoulder and sets off at a jog toward the main entrance of Alex’s dorm.

It takes Alex more than a minute or two to get there.

It occurs to Maggie that they might not come.

That Maggie asking if they wanted to go somewhere – to get outta here – might have been rude to Lucy. Might have been a turn off to Alex.

Because why would someone that attractive want to go anywhere with Maggie anyway? Why would someone that soft want to have anything to do with Maggie, anyway? 

Maybe Alex had only said she could come up and sit on their window to be polite.

They seemed like they were a polite person.

Politeness was good. Nice. 

Good and nice didn’t deserve Maggie Sawyer.

How could she have been so stupid? So overconfident? How could she have been so – 

“Maggie.”

Her stomach backflips at the slightly breathless sound of Alex’s voice, and she turns.

“You’re a lot taller than me,” is the first thing she says, because she couldn’t really tell when they were sitting on the windowsill together. It’s the first thing she says because the shock of Alex actually standing there in front of her, eager and ready to head out… wherever… is so unbelievable.

Alex grins and straightens, puffing out their chest slightly.

“I uh…”

“You don’t have to actually respond to that, it was a stupid comment.”

“No! It wasn’t stupid, I… um… I’m sorry I made you wait. I’m uh…” They glance around and take a deep breath, but Maggie had used their pronouns without hesitation and without any reluctance, and she still wanted to go out with them – go out? were they going out? did this count as going out? – and it feels so good to still, maybe, be wanted, and they want to talk, to share, so badly… “I’m not used to my uh… to my binder yet, it’s uh… I’m still not used to things like uh… hopping out of windows and stuff.”

Maggie grins and nods, giving Alex another once-over with her eyes. “Well, it’s good self-care: you’re not supposed to be all breathless with them on anyway, right?”

“Gonna be hard to be around you while I wear it then,” Alex blurts out softly without thinking, without considering, and Maggie’s breath hitches, and Alex’s face flushes.

“I’m sorry, that was forward, I just meant – “

“No. No, Danvers, I…” She realizes there are tears in her eyes and she’s not quite sure why. She clears her throat and she forces down a gulp. “Where do you wanna go? On campus, off? There’s this pizza joint a few blocks off the SU that I like. Do you like pizza?”

“Isn’t it kinda the law?” Alex chuckles, and starts walking. 

Maggie falls into step, and after a quiet moment, Alex offers their arm out for Maggie to hold onto.

“Oh, a gentlehuman,” Maggie laughs, accepting their arm. She looks up at Alex with soft eyes. “Is there a word you prefer? Something less gendered, more?”

“Context,” Alex shrugs. “Right now?” They glance down at Maggie, at her leather jacket and tight jeans and gorgeous, gorgeous hair. “Gentleman would be just fine. I mean, unless you… you’ve only dated girls before? Not that this is a date, I mean – “

“It’s not?” Something’s dancing in Maggie’s eyes, something a lot like that confidence she’d had in her walk when she’d first gotten off her bike. But this is less affected, less defensive. This? This is happiness. This is hope.

“Is it? I mean, do you want it to be? If – I mean, I know it’s not how dates typically happen – “

“What, you mean sitting with a girl on your windowsill, getting egged on by your roommate, and then taking the girl on a walk to a pizza place off campus? That’s not your typical MO, Danvers?”

Alex laughs, and Maggie grins.

“I don’t have an… I mean, I don’t usually – we just met, I don’t want you to think I’m trying to…” 

“To what?”

Alex shrugs, stiffening as a group of frat boys laughs their way past them. They glance down at Maggie, whose face is suddenly steel, and Alex decides they like her even more than they already did. They put their arm over her shoulder and pull her closer to their body protectively.

The boys pass, and Alex shifts their arm, unsure of what to do.

“Is that okay?”

Maggie nods with a tight throat and a throbbing heart. Alex keeps their arm around her shoulder.

“You said you’re new here. New to cities. I told you I’d look out for you. I don’t want you to… to think I want anything in return.”

“Except maybe a date,” Maggie deadpans, but she’s smiling and her dimples ease Alex’s worry.

They lapse into a surprisingly comfortable silence, taking in the campus, taking in the football game on one side of the quad, the class being held outside on the other.

“Why would you want to?” Maggie asks after a while.

“Want to what?”

“Look out for me.”

Alex shrugs again. “You don’t seem like you need it. Looking out for. But everyone should have someone. It’s lonely otherwise.”

“Yes,” Maggie says after a long moment, and her tone tells Alex she’s not responding to their comment about loneliness.

“Yes what?” they ask, furrowed brow and nervous heart.

“Yes, this is a date, Danvers,” Maggie grins, and Alex can practically hear Lucy whooping from all the way across campus, can practically hear Kara’s excited squeals when they call her later tonight.

And all these things?

Make them feel like they’re flying.

Stuck

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Since the moment you’re born, the first words of your soulmate are tattooed against your wrist. It comes to numerous hilarities, Changkyun had seen many instances where his friends had rude, or inappropriate one liners against their skin, but his? Well, he couldn’t exactly read his.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t intelligent, no, Changkyun tops each of his classes in miles. It’s just, his arm is tattooed in Korean. Yes, Korean… Korean. Sure, he had Korean origins, his family lived there before their bond of marriage. But since the moment he stepped foot on Earth, he had lived on Boston grounds, and never strayed too far away from that.

His friends always joked, saying how he’d end up finding his soulmate to be a beautiful foreign woman. There was only a few issues with that: one, he had no intention to go to Korea, and two, he had no intention of meeting a woman.

That was what he told himself for years and years, that he didn’t care, that he didn’t want to know; except, he did care, and he did want to know. Changkyun is intelligent, and if there is one thing he hates the most in the world (beside the concept of soulmates) is not knowing. He can’t stand not knowing. If he fails a test, he has to know why, he finds it hard to accept gray areas where there isn’t just one specific answer.

So after years of denial, he picked up a Korean textbook.

He studied, and studied. He figured out rather quickly that his tattoo’s words were a rather simple; “are you alright?”

That wasn’t anything that his parents couldn’t tell him, but they refused. He needed to find it out for himself, and they knew him too well. His mother knew that once he started looking into it, even just the simple meaning of his tattoo, he wouldn’t just be able to leave it at that. She knew he’d build up the will to find his soulmate. Other than living a long, fulfilling life, that’s the only other thing she’d ever wanted for him.

And as she predicted, he was taking the trip to the unknown. It was the first time he actually felt nervous. He clutched his rucksack tightly, muttering something about “fucking stupid soulmates” as he paced toward his flight.

Upon arriving in Korea, he realised how grateful he was that he’d actually taken his language skills further than “are you alright?” it was like walking into a whole new world.

Seoul was busier than he’d imagined, then he realised how stupid it was to assume it would be any less. It was a city after all. It was that moment that it hit him that he was well and truly out of his depths. How was he supposed to find one person in amongst thousands? And “are you alright” is such a common phrase, literally anyone could ask him that. “Fucking hell, couldn’t you have been a little more creative?” Changkyun cursed at his soulmate internally as he tried to orientate himself amongst the bustling tube station.

He’d missed rush hour, and somehow, luck was on his side as he entered a mostly cleared tube. He fell back into a seat, uncaring that he’d startled the male beside him.

“Are you alright?” The man questioned him.

Changkyun rolled his eyes, he was started to despise those words. “How cliche of you to ask”

He was expecting some kind of response to his rudeness, but when he turned to look beside him, the man looked shell shocked. His eyes wide, deer like. His pastel pink hair fell over his eyes as the tube lurched. He shook his head, chuckling, finally.

“Yoo Kihyun” He extended his arm.

Then, a sudden rush of butterflies in his gut.

“How cliche of you to ask” glittered against the man’s wrist, the same way his tattoo now was. He felt it tingling. He thought he was going to explode his cheeks were so warm.

“Lim Changkyun.” He gulped, taking the extended hand.

Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

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March 31

Simon

In hindsight, I probably should have expected a trap right away, from the moment I heard the voice. High and light and familiar, and shrill with fear.  Agatha.

           I’m running towards the Wavering Wood before I can take too much time to think about when I’ve last seen Agatha.  If I’d been thinking, I would have remembered seeing her at lunch and in classes, and that she’d only gone back to her room after lunch to grab a book or something, not into the Wood.  But here I am, following her voice, summoning the Sword of Mages as I run.  Because what if?

           “Agatha, where are you?”

           “Simon!”

           “Where are you?”

           “Here!”

           I always thought that monster attacks only happened deep in the Wood, if you stumbled into a lair or something, not that they would seek people out, and not this close to the edge of the Wood.

           But apparently I’m wrong.  

           Because before I’m even four trees into the shadows, something explodes against the back of my head and I drop like a stone.

***

           When I come to I’m face-down in the dirt and something with deft fingers is securing the knots in the ropes around my wrists. I start to thrash and find my ankles bound as well, and I receive another smack in the head, which almost has me losing consciousness again.  I wait for the stars to pass from my vision and go still, even though every part of me wants to kick, fight, escape.  Instead I listen.

           Whatever has its foot on my back (at least I think it’s a foot) is human-shaped, but that is not to say that it is human.  It has long, spindly fingers that seem to shake as they tie.  It breathes loudly and quickly, like it’s in a hurry.  I hear a twig crack to my left, a little way off.  Something else is here.      

           “There you have it, then.”

           The voice is cool and familiar, and my heart sinks like a stone.

           “As you said,” comes another voice, this time from the creature on my back.  It’s gravelly and high like nails on glass.

           “I didn’t lie.”

           “You did.”

           “When?”

           “You said you required no payment,” the higher voice hisses like it’s smiling.

           “I stand by the statement.”

           “Then you’re either lying, or you’re a fool.”

           “A fool how?”

           “A fool to come here.”

           There’s a dull thud, and then the crunch of the leaves as the body hits the forest floor.  I want to turn my head and look, but I can’t reveal that I’m conscious.

           The harsh, loud breathing continues, this time scuttling around to my left, no doubt tying another set of wrists and ankles.

           Something crawls across my hands, maybe a spider, and I shake it off without thinking.

           I can actually feel it when the creature catches me moving.

           “Nighty-night,” it sings in Agatha’s voice before its foot connects with my head and everything goes black.

Baz

I don’t open my eyes right away when I wake up, my head aches too much.  Like there’s a needle from one temple through to the other.

           I feel something shift against my back there’s the stink of sweat and long-dead meat.  The air is cold and damp and for a minute I think I’m in the catacombs.

           Then I remember.

           I open my eyes slowly and to my relief there’s no blinding light to aggravate my headache.  I’m staring at my navel, and I’m in a sitting position, my back against something warm and solid.  Rope stings my wrists and when I lift my head I see it wrapped around my torso and ankles as well.  The ground around me is cold stone and scattered with bones and tiny, sharp rocks. Moisture trickles down the stone walls, patchy with moss and spider webs.

           A cave.  It’s brought me to its cave.

           And not just me.

           Snow shifts against my back again and I have to roll my eyes, even though it burns.  It tied us together.  Figures.

           “Waking up, are we?” comes the goblin’s rasping voice from behind me.  I don’t turn my head to look at it, I already know what it looks like.  Short, pale, gaunt and wide-eyed, with graying brown hair in a mess on the top of its head.  An old-looking suit that’s covered in mud and bits of dried-on… well, let’s just say that goblins aren’t elegant diners.

           “Let us go,” Snow growls at it, and I can picture his defiant glare.  It’s been directed at me more than once.  It’s actually kind of cute, if I weren’t so often on the receiving end, I’d turn to mush inside.  As it is, I can’t help but smile a little.  Stupid, brave Snow.  No wonder he’s the Mage’s Heir.

           “Why in the name of magic would I do that?” the goblin laughs.  “Look at me. Look at you.  You’re not just any old snack, are you?  You’re the Mage’s Heir.”

           “Which is exactly why you should let us go before you get hurt.”

           “You’re not going to kill me.”

           “That so?  Why not?”

           “Because I’m not going to kill you.”

           I can almost feel Snow balk in confusion.

           “Not yet, anyway.  I’ll say it again: you’re the Mage’s Heir,” the goblin goes on, “and do you know what happens to the lucky goblin who kills the Mage’s Heir?”

           Snow doesn’t say it out loud, but he knows.  I know.

           “So why wait until now to attack?” Snow questions.

           “Unfortunately, your little school has some pretty strong magical defenses.  I couldn’t get close enough until someone let me through.  You can thank your little friend for that.”

           I grit my teeth and don’t say anything.

           “Why not just kill us now, then?” Snow spits. “You’ve got us where you want us.”

           “Ah, but who would that convince?” the goblin chuckles.  “Anyone could claim to have killed you, and believe me, many have tried.  No, a simple claim won’t do.  You’re coming with me to the goblin court, where I will kill you, and your meddling friend, in front of many witnesses, and no one will be able to deny that I have killed the Mage’s Heir.”

           “And you’ll become the Goblin King,” Snow finishes.

           “As is my right.”

           “You won’t get away with it.”  I roll my eyes again at the cliché.

           “Spare me the theatrics,” the goblin groans and I hear the flick of a switchblade.  Snow cries out in pain and jerks back, his head hitting mine and my eyes explode again. A scent fills the air, familiar and terrifying.  Blood. His blood.

           It’s a good thing he can’t see me because my fangs pop instantly at the smell.

           Snow yells again and I don’t know what the goblin is doing to him but it’s making my stomach sick.

           “Stop,” I growl.

           Snow gives a gasp of pain and the smell of his blood grows stronger.

           “I said, stop.”  This time I shout.

Simon

The goblin stops, leaving me to pant away the sting of its knife in my shin.  My head is pounding from the many blows in the past half-hour (maybe more, I don’t know how long I was out after the kick) and blood trickles down my cheek to my neck.

           I don’t know if Baz is trembling against my back, or if it’s me doing the trembling.

           The goblin pockets the switchblade and turns its attentions on Baz, kneeling beside him and speaking close to his ear.

           “What’s wrong?” it sneers.  “Don’t like the smell?”  It drags a grimy finger across the cut on my cheek and waves my blood in Baz’s face.  I feel him go tense and still, like he’s holding his breath.

           “I’m surprised at you, boy,” the goblin continues, “weren’t you the one who set all this up?  And now you don’t want me to hurt him?”

           “Just leave him alone,” Baz seethes.

           “Make up your mind,” the goblin tells him.  “Or would you rather I paid you more attention?” There’s a crackle and I turn my head to see the tiny fireball the goblin has conjured in its hand.

           I’m feeling more and more sure that Baz is a vampire by the minute, because even though he’s obviously trying not to react, he shrinks back from the flame automatically.  If so much as a spark hits his skin…

           “Get away from him,” I spit at the creature, “it’s me you want.”

           “And it always has to be about you,” Baz pipes up, sarcastic to the last.

           The goblin stares at me for a long second before extinguishing the fireball in its fist and standing up again.

           “You boys will want to get some rest,” it says, “we’ll be leaving at sundown.”

Baz

Goblins are nocturnal creatures, and this one has been up pretty late in the day, so it doesn’t take long for the wretched thing to fall asleep.  Somehow it doesn’t look as peaceful in its sleep as Snow always does.

           “Alright Baz?” Snow whispers to me.

           “What the fuck are you asking me that for?”

           “Thought I’d try some compassion, since we’re in the same situation, but clearly it’s a waste of my time.  Fuck you.”

           “Likewise.”

           Silence.

           “Snow.”

           “What?”

           “Your move.”

           I feel him whip his head around.  “You have got to be joking.”

           “That would be nice, wouldn’t it?”

           “This is your idea of a practical joke?” he asks incredulously.  “Selling me out to a goblin?  And where does your own capture play into this brilliant plan?”

           “It doesn’t,” I admit, “I was going to kill it before it could do you any real harm.”    

           “Brilliant.”

           “I thought so.”

           “It’s not even your turn, you twat.”    

           “Thought I’d go for the element of surprise. Besides, you haven’t made your move yet today.”

           “Clearly you haven’t checked your closet yet.”

           My head drops forward and I sigh.  “Great.”

           “Don’t mention it.”

           “Seriously though, you’ve been slacking off.  Where were you on Monday?”

           He doesn’t answer.

           “Snow?”

           “I heard you.”

           “Well, then?”

           A defeated sigh.

           “You know those terrible nightmares you had that night?”

Simon

It takes a second for the penny to drop, but when it does it’s louder than a bomb.

           “Unbelievable.”

           “It wasn’t supposed to go that far.”

           “You cursed me into having nightmares?”  He sounds angry enough to burst into flames, which I’m not convinced he couldn’t actually do if he lost control.

           “It was an accident.”

           “So you just accidentally formulated a curse to attack me in my sleep.”

           “You were only supposed to have minor nightmares,” I insist, “not start yelling in terror.”

           “Sorry,” he snarls, “did I keep you up?”

           “That’s not what I mean.”

           “I cannot fucking believe you.”

           “You took my voice,” I shoot back, unable to keep the childish defensiveness out of my whisper.  “That’s practically unforgiveable.  And now you’ve almost gotten both of us killed, and you didn’t even know that I was responsible for the nightmares.”

           “The moment we’re out of this cave, you are dead.”

           “Shocking.”

           “So if you wanted me to have nightmares, why did you wake me up?  Why not just let me suffer?”

           “Because you were terrified, Baz,” I say like it should be obvious.  “You were crying out for your mum and it was awful.”

           He’s quiet for a second before replying. “What else was I calling out for?”

           Me.

           “Nothing.  You just kept saying ‘no’ a lot.”

           Baz lets out a long, shuddering sigh like everything he dreamt about is rushing back.  They must have been some of the worst nightmares of his life the way he’s reacting.

           I should have held him.  I should have comforted him.  I wanted to comfort him.  But I didn’t.  Because I was too proud.  I was too scared.

           I want to comfort him now, but we’re tied up. That and he’d probably vaporize me if I tried.

           “I’m sorry.”

           “What?”

           I take a deep breath.  “It was wrong of me to give you nightmares.  I should have known better, or I should have told you that it was me, I…” I’m almost too afraid to say it in a register that he’ll hear. “I’m sorry, Baz.”

           He’s quiet for a long time.

           “Baz?”

           “Don’t expect me to forgive you.”

           “I don’t.”

           Pause.

           “But thank you.”

           “For?”

           “Apologizing.”

           I breathe a sigh of relief.

Baz

“So,” Simon ventures after a heavy moment, “what now?”

           “We wait for the goblin to kill us.”

           “Yeah, right.”  I can practically hear his eye-roll.  “We need to get out of here.”

           “Any ideas?”

           “One.”

           “Let’s hear it.”

           “We’ll need to work together.”

           Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes.  “How inspiring, Snow, I thought you said you had a plan.”

           “Any plan we come up with is going to require teamwork,” he explains in a whisper.  “In case you hadn’t noticed, we’re literally tied to each other.”

           “I had noticed, thanks.”

           “So, we’ll have to work together to get out.”

           “You have a sword,” I reason, “can’t you use it to cut us free?”

           “I can’t summon it without spearing you,” he says, “it would appear in my hand, the blade would probably end up in your stomach.”

           Two birds with one stone, my mind supplies darkly, but I push the thought away. “Maybe I could burn through the ropes.”

           “Yeah, and send us both up in flame.  Great idea.”

           “Got anything better?”

           “Where’s your wand?”

           “Back pocket.”

           “Can you reach it?”

           “If I could, we’d already be out of here.”

           “If I can get it to you, could you spell the ropes off?”

           “Any chance to get your hands on my arse, eh Snow?”

           “Fuck off.”

           “Yes, I could spell the ropes off.”

           “Alright, what then?  Sneak out?”

           I cast a glance at the sleeping goblin. “Not until we deal with Goblin King over here.”

           “You have a plan?”

           A grin spreads across my face.  “Oh, I have a plan.”

Simon

Baz insists that I make a noisy show of escaping, to wake the goblin.  Why he would want to do that, I can’t imagine (he hasn’t told me all of the plan, which should probably make me suspicious), but he seems to be getting more excited about whatever he’s going to do by the second.  The smirk I’m so familiar with is glued to his face, but instead of making me feel sick, I’m buzzing like I’ve had too much sugar. Maybe because he’s not directing it at me this time, but sharing it with me.

           I have to wonder why we’ve never teamed up before.  Granted, we’re usually at each other’s throats, but something about this, the working together, the shaky alliance, is making me giddy.  I’m almost giggling as I throw the ropes to the cave floor.

           Baz has already disappeared from view as the goblin wakes up, turning to find me frozen on my way to the cave entrance.

           “Where do you think you’re going?” it sneers.

           “Goblins,” I shake my head, “you really are as stupid as they say.”

           The goblin pulls its blade from its pocket again, but doesn’t respond with any more than a growl.

           “You see,” I go on, “you were smart to take us both.”

           I can’t help but watch Baz as he appears behind the creature, silent as a wraith.

           “But you were a fool,” I grin, “to leave us both alive.”

           A flame appears in Baz’s hand.  In a flash he wraps an arm around the creature’s neck and shoves the fireball into its open mouth.

           Its eyes widen and steam pours out of its ears as the fireball takes the path of least resistance: right down the throat. The human illusion starts to disintegrate and I see flashes of the goblin’s true face, gray and leathery with red eyes and sagging, pointed ears.  It struggles but Baz holds on tight, until the thrashing stops and the goblin droops in his arms, and he drops it, limp and smoking, to the ground.

           He hasn’t looked away from me the entire time.

           I haven’t looked away from him.

Baz

It’s still light outside when we emerge from the cave, but we’re clearly much deeper into the Wood than before.  I don’t recognize anything.

           “Hang on, I’ll climb a tree and get our bearings,” I tell Simon.

           He gives me a quizzical look and unfurls his wings without a word.

           I shrug and take my place at the bottom of a tree.  “I bet I could still beat you.”

           “Come off it.”

           “You haven’t seen me climb a tree.”

           “And you haven’t seen me fly.”

           We stare each other down for a second, tasting this new dynamic.  Still rivalry, but different.  Less hateful, more fun.

           I leap into the tree without warning.

           I can see his eyes widen as he takes in my speed, and he kicks off the ground an instant later, but we reach the halfway point around the same time.  He beats me by seconds, perching at the top like a bird while I scramble to the branch below him.

           “See anything?” I ask, catching my breath.

           He scans for a moment before pointing behind us. “There’s Watford.  Not a bad view from here,” he says as I climb up a branch to meet his level, “we should climb trees more often.”

           I peer the few inches up at him, a strange expression on my face.  “We?”

           Simon meets my gaze suddenly, like he’s realized what he’s said.  “I, um… well, whatever,” he stammers.

           Is his face going red from flying?  Or from…

           I’m not used to looking up to meet his eyes, and he’s not usually framed by the pure white sky and the smell of pine and mountain air.

           I’m not used to him looking at me the way he is now.

Simon

I’m not used to being this close to Baz, or holding his gaze for this long, or letting down my guard with him, or seeing him framed by pine branches and treetops, or wanting to touch his hair…

Baz

There’s a fresh scar on his cheek from the goblin’s blade.

Simon

His hair is black again, and I still want to touch it.

Baz

His lips part slightly, and my heart stops entirely.

Simon

I don’t know what I’m doing.

But I lean in…

Baz

I’m just closing my eyes as the bough breaks beneath me and I fall through the branches.

Simon

He only falls about halfway down, but he hits just about every branch on the way.  I jump from my perch and dive after him, grabbing onto a limb where he stops his descent, groaning.

           “You alright?”

           “Perfect, thanks Snow.”

           We both climb the rest of the way down and head back towards the castle.  We don’t speak, and my head is still spinning with everything that’s just happened, not to mention what’s almost happened.

           “So,” I venture, “who’s turn is it again?”

           Baz shrugs.  “Tomorrow’s the first of April.”

           “I know.”

           We look at each other for a moment.

           “Fair game?” I suggest.

           He nods.  “Fair game.”

           We walk another few minutes in silence.

           “So, you’re not going to kill me for the nightmares then?”

           Baz shoots me a sideways glance, but he’s smiling. A real smile, not a sneer. Genuine.

           “Not today.”

“My future self must have— along with his good looks— traded all his brains for immortality” The would-be dark lord muttered dryly. The other just raised his eyebrows. “Oh? How so?”
“He must have been extraordinarily stupid not to have realized that a part of his own soul was staring him right in the face!”
Harry had to fight hard to keep the growing smirk off his face. Voldemort insulting Voldemort was definitely one thing he’d never thought he’d hear. Then again, talking to Tom Riddle again after his second year wasn’t exactly what he’d expected to happen ever again, either.
“Well, chances are high that he was just in denial.”
“Denial my ass. Stupidity! A piece of his… OUR own soul right under his NOSE and… Merlin… I knew immortality had its price but this is just ridiculous”
Right. Harry had yet to tell him about his nose…

-Tomarry [Aesthetic + text]

anonymous asked:

I was wondering how the chocobros would react if their s/o told them they were pregnant at an early age and they're the father? Like around high school—maybe as Seniors or Juniors? You don't have to do it if you don't want to but thank you for your time!

I’ve actually been so excited to write this prompt?? I feel like there’s some good angst/fluff breeding ground right here (get it? Puns haha). I’m going to be addressing this topic not in a negative manner per se, but a less favorable one, as pregnancy in high school for many people can be a very scary thing that they aren’t prepared for.

(PS. Let’s pretend that Ignis and Gladio also went to public school during their teenage years)

Hope this is close to your liking, anon!

—Leigh


You’re scared. Very, very scared.

At first, you don’t believe the test. So you take another. Then another.

All positive.

And you feel like you’re about to throw up— this time not because of the morning sickness. The second thing you do after watching the second little red line appear on the stick for the third time is cry. You thought you were being safe, you thought…

You didn’t think enough, obviously. And now you have to deal with the aftermath.

You don’t work up the courage to tell your family. You can’t. Not yet.

First, you have to tell the father.

Keep reading

I Lost It

Today I sent a very long, detailed email to my chiefs and program director about my co-resident. I couldn’t take it anymore. Not only did she have a completely incorrect history and physical on both patients, she didn’t write her progress notes, didn’t do a medication reconciliation, didn’t replete electrolytes, didn’t do ANYTHING.

I was livid. I texted her post call and told her she had to do her job and at least write her damn notes. Furthermore, she came nearly half an hour late for signout, so the resident on the other team and I both signed out late. She blamed her flu. That straw broke this camel’s back.

My new attending is really good and we’re actually friends. He could clearly tell I was stressed and asked what was wrong. I am usually very diplomatic. But today I had just completely lost it.

It was this co-resident. All these patients who treated us like their drug dealers for opioids or their butlers. Yesterday with the other garbage attending who made me stabilize two sick patients alone as he hid in the callroom and clinic.The stupid consults.

Want to hear the consults I got today from surgical services?

“Do I give vitamin D or calcium for a fracture?”

“What do I do if the daptomycin is giving her rhabdomyolysis?”

“His BP is usually in the 110s why is it in the 100s?”

So yeah, I completely lost it. I told him, “you know how, in V for Vendetta, there’s that part where Natalie Portman’s head is shaved, she’s half starved, tortured and brutalized and they open the door and tell her they’ll shoot her and she doesn’t even care anymore? I’m Natalie Portman right now.” He was startled. I told him it wasn’t him, at all. I didn’t want to rant about a colleague in a public place but if we had time this week I would be happy to tell him once my formal report to the Chiefs and program director was filed. And I wanted to be honest with him. I hated this hospital. I don’t care anymore. Nothing anyone can do to me can hurt me anymore. Until then, I keep counting down the days.

Nine more days left.

Early Morning Tease (Seth Rollins) - the reader is home with her boyfriend Seth for the holidays. Seth goes out with his friends for a few drinks, but not before being teased as he leaves. fluff/smut

y'all, this is my first time posting my writing on this blog so let me know what you think.



WARNINGS: language/smut(ish)

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“That’s such BULLSHIT,” Seth yelled from the living room. I rolled my eyes, assuming he was just pissed that he was losing his video game. Every morning Seth ate his breakfast while he played Madden. It was like a tradition in our house. And almost every morning, Seth lost.

I grabbed my mug and made way into the living, finding that my assumptions were true when I saw an angry Seth standing right in front of the TV, thumbs furiously pushing at the buttons on his controller. I plopped myself down onto the couch and brought my knees to my chest, watching him with intrigue. Whenever he got worked up, his back muscles involuntarily tensed and flexed. I like to think it’s the universe’s little gift to me.

About ten minutes passed and Seth had officially lost to the Minnesota Vikings, 24-0, with a defeated and angry, “Fuck!” He turned around and looked me in eyes, smiling softly before climbing over the coffee table so he was standing in front of me. He leaned down and gave me a lingering kiss on the lips, before pulling back and gently kissing my forehead.

“Bet you had no idea was even sitting here, huh?” I asked, playfully poking his face as he sat down next to me, curling up into my side like a child.

“No, I knew,” he said, matter-of-fact.

“Seth there’s no way you knew. You were so engrossed in your video game.”

“You’re wrong. I always know when you’re around me. I have like, spidey senses that only work for you,” he looked up at me for his place on my hip and smirked.

I rolled my eyes at him again, for the second time this morning. “You’re an idiot.”

“But I’m your idiot. That’s the beauty of it,” he sighed into my skin.

I was really thankful for the time we had together at home in Davenport this Christmas. It originally wasn’t looking like we were going to be able to make it home until the 23rd and then in turn have to be back in Tampa by the 27th, but Carrano pulled some strings for us at the very last minute. Now we had about 2 and a half weeks off together. No obligations, no responsibilities (other than Kevin), and no work. Us both being professional wrestlers on the main roster for WWE, it was hard to get time like this. Time where we could lounge on the couch at our home and enjoy each other’s company.

“I’d be so lost without you, babe,” I muttered into my cup.

“Likewise, princess.” He placed a kiss on the outer part of my thigh before sitting up. “Speaking of that actually….” he trailed off, looking sheepish.

I gave him my best stern look, anticipating my annoyance at whatever was going to come out of his mouth in the next 30 seconds. “What did you do?”

He stood up and started backing away from me and into the kitchen, out of my smacking range, but I just picked myself up and followed him. “Okay, baby. You can’t be mad because it’s… i-it’s something you told me to do.” He raised his hands in defense.

I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the kitchen counter. “Take out the trash? Do the dishes? Put your disgusting socks into the washer and not leave them on the bathroom floor?” I questioned, gaining an eye roll from him.

“Okay, not exactly. But I promise that I’ll start getting better about that stuff.” He trailed off, not sure how to read my body language. “Remember how you told me to take time to relax and indulge in the small moments in life?”

I vaguely recalled being wine-drunk a couple nights before and telling him those things. I groaned inwardly. I should’ve known those words would come back and potentially bite me in the ass. I nodded tightly, too annoyed with myself to actually speak.

“Wellllllll,” he began, putting his hands on his hips and looking at me with that stupid, cute ass face that made me agree to anything he wanted. “The guys invited me to go over the lodge today and shoot some pool and drink some beer and I said I’d come.” He backtracked and raised his hands defensively when he saw my eyebrow raise. “I said I could ONLY go if it was alright with you.”

His big, brown bambi eyes pleaded with me and of course, my weak heart couldn’t stand here and say no when he looked so goddamn cute. But that didn’t mean I would let it look like I surrendered too easily.

“Oh? What time were you thinking?”

“Like 10? Only if that’s okay with you, princess,” he smiled nervously at me.

“And you’re going to the Moose Lodge here in town?”

“Yes. Just 10 minutes down the road. Close enough to be home incase of an emergency.”

I pursed my lips and pretended to contemplate before pointing a finger at him, commanding his attention. “I promise not to be a needy, mopey baby when you go hang out with your friends as long as you bring me some fried pickles when you come home.”

A big wide, award-winning smile spread across his face and he came around the kitchen island to envelope me in a warm hug. I squeezed him tightly, breathing in his scent. He felt like home and I loved it.

Seth pulled back just slightly to kiss me on the lips and then again and again. “Thanks, babe. I just didn’t want to leave you hanging while we had the chance to be home together.”

Eye roll count for today: 3.

“Seth, your friends deserve to see you too. They get to see you even less I do,” I smacked his chest playfully and went across the kitchen to get another cup of tea.

“I know, but you’re my number one priority in life,” he replied. I looked over my shoulder to see him staring at me from across the kitchen, adoration in all his features.

“Don’t you forget it, big guy,” I joked.

“With a woman like you, I couldn’t.”

“Good.” I turned in place and stared at his stupid, perfect face. He was too irresistible to not look at whenever I had the chance. We’d been together for 3 years and I still took every opportunity I admire him. I took and sip and suddenly remembered something. “Oh and can you pick up some milk?”

He furrowed his eyebrows at me and turned to open the fridge next to him. He grabbed the milk off the top shelf and held it up. “Yeah?”

I shook my head at the joker standing in front of me. “I meant at the store, Seth.”

He rolled his eyes at me this time and put the milk back where it belonged before closing the fridge and mocking my faux-annoyed pose. “Babe, I assume it weighs the same whether it’s in our fridge or at the store.”

“Seth Rollins, I hate you” I laughed.

He bounded over to me, pulling me into another tight hug. “You’re in love with me,” he muttered into my neck as he kissed his way down.

“Yeah, very true. I’m in love with you,” I whispered. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the closeness. He has just made his way to my t-shirt neckline when his hands snaked up and grabbed my breasts. His head popped up and by the darkening look in his eyes, I knew he was quickly getting turned on.

I smirked and shifted my position against the counter so my bare thigh rubbed against the bulge in his jeans. He groaned and brought his forehead down to touch mine.

“Are you not wearing a bra?” He mustered out between his clenched teeth.

“Nope,” I smiled back, popping the p.

“Why do you do this to me?”

“I thought we could have some fun this morning.” I made sure to bat my eyelashes at him and reach up to kiss his neck and tug at his hair, a few things that I knew would help with his growing arousal.

“Well then,” he said, lifting me up by my ass so I was now sitting on the counter, both legs on either sides of his hips, “we’ll just have to take care of that.”

Seth started kissing at my neck and playing with the waist of my silk pajama shorts. I pushed him away and hopped down form the counter, walking towards the living room. It pained me, but I knew it would pay off to both of our advantage later.

“Babe!” He shouted after me. “What the hell are you doing?”

I grabbed his keys from the bowl on the end table and tossed them to him. He caught them in one swift motion and stared at me incredulously, arms out.

“You gotta go. It’s 9:45 already. You told the boys you’d meet them at 10. You made a promise to be there and you’re not the kind of man to go back on his word,” I smirked.

He looked at the clock and then back at me a few times before sighing deeply. “You don’t play fair,” he moaned before heading towards the door.

“Not in the ring and not in the bed, baby,” I said before picking Kevin up and holding him in my arms. I grabbed one of his little paws and waved it at Seth. “Tell daddy bye-bye, Kev! Say, ‘Mommy’s going to go watch her TV shows without any clothes on while you’re gone.’” I kissed Kevin on the head before turning my attention back to Seth.

He was halfway out the door, turned towards me with lust and desperation displayed in his features. “You’re getting fucked into next week when I get home from the lodge later. I promise, princess.”

“Don’t forget the milk!” I shouted just before he shut the door behind him.

I laughed to myself and walked off to the bedroom. I was desperately looking forward to his return this afternoon.

Don’t kill yourself.

Don’t

Kill

Yourself

Please.


Instead let the old you fade away and reinvent yourself. Let the old you figuratively die. Recreate yourself and get the help you need, become the person you want to be.


 I’m not gonna sugarcoat it, it’s gonna be hard as hell. But don’t kill yourself, you’re wonderful, you’re beautiful, you’re important, you’re loved, there so many people that care. Let them help you, let them be there. You’re not alone in this, together we can help each other survive. Someday the world will understand, someday there will be a light at the end of the tunnel. Just hold onto someone’s hand and never let go.



 It’s okay to be sad, it’s okay to feel angry, it’s okay to let yourself feel hurt. Be honest with how bad you feel, let yourself express how badly it feels. Go punch a pillow, go scream and cry into the wind. Go stomp around and kick rocks. Do anything you can to let it all out. Just make sure you don’t hurt yourself or those around you while doing so.


Call a suicide hotline if you need to, text a good friend and talk to them, or tell a family member. Or write down how you feel and then rip it up and throw it away or burn it or crumple it up and throw it away.


Go get some food that you enjoy, you go get the tub of ice cream and you shovel as much as you want into your mouth. You deserve it. However and whatever you use to cope with the pain you feel everyday do it.


Don’t let anyone shame you, don’t put up with people’s bullshit when they tell you you’re overreacting. Or that you’re throwing a tantrum. Don’t let anyone tell you how you should react to something. Don’t let people abuse you or your feelings. Don’t let people get away with that shit anymore.


Go out and seize the day, make it yours. However know it’s okay if you cannot always do these things. You don’t need to prove your value with good grades, or from hard work. You deserve to be happy, healthy, safe and sound. Don’t let anyone tell you to stop talking about how unfair things are. Because life should be fair, no one should got without food, water, healthcare or anything that is needed to survive. 


We need you here with us, we need you to help us fight for this world’s future. It’s not okay, the world is very bad now. But we can make it better. I’m not gonna sugarcoat it and say things aren’t that bad. They are, it really is that bad. I know it’s scary, I know you feel helpless, I know you feel scared, alone and miserable.


 That’s okay, it’s okay to feel the way you do. Your feelings are important, your feelings are valid and real. You’re not lazy, you’re not broken, you’re not a burden, you’re not stupid or useless. You’re brave… every single day you live through proves it. 


Crying doesn’t make you weak, it shows you’ve been strong for far too long. Let yourself cry, cry as long as you need. Cry for weeks, cry for months, cry for years. Don’t let anyone tell you to get over it. That’s not how emotions work. You can’t just get over them, emotions aren’t a faucet you can turn on and off. Emotions are like flowing water, always changing, always moving, never stopping. 


If you need to lean on someone. Needing help isn’t shameful and seeking attention isn’t bad. Seeking out comfort is nothing you should feel guilty for or ashamed about. You need attention then seek it, tell someone you need comfort. Let someone know you’re hurting. 


Opening up is one of the hardest things to ever do. It took me years to open up to people about my depression. I know how scary, how painful and how exhausting it was to talk about. But you have to talk about it for the sake of your well being. Just try to tell someone, try your best. Your best is always enough. Don’t let others tell you that your best isn’t enough. If you’re giving all you can give then that’s okay. 


You’re okay, you’re enough, everything you accomplish in one day is enough. If you get up and finally take that shower you’ve been putting off for a few days then good for you and I mean it. Good job for taking care of yourself. If you finally go outside for the first time in months to talk a walk or to sit down under the sun then that’s awesome. If you get up and eat a meal then that’s great. 


You don’t have to do something great or something amazing. What you can do is enough and if people are mad at you for that then that’s their problem and not yours. You don’t live to please them. You’re not their little toy, you’re not their puppet to control. 


You don’t owe your mental, emotional and physical health to anyone. If you can’t do something that you could do before because of your depression then that’s just fine. It’s not your fault, none of it is your fault.


Take deep breaths, listen to some soothing music, try doing some exercise if you can, try taking a walk, try getting that shower you need, try finishing that book you started reading, try finishing that poem or that sentence in a fan fiction you were writing or that novel you want to publish. Just try and take your time, take as long as you need.


The world wouldn’t be the same without you. Don’t let the world take you, help yourself and help others. Survive with us to see the end of another year. Help us fight for a better future a future worth living in. A future that is all our own, a future in which you and everyone can finally be happy, healthy and safe. 

anonymous asked:

Hi there! I wanna say that I really like your writing! If you don't mind, could you do an MC that is afraid of the dark? Thank you so much!

I have a fear of the dark, so I have lights hung up around my room. im so sorry this took so long, i added the minor trio because i felt so bad. i hope you like them.

Yoosung

  • kinda think he’s a little     scared of the dark too?    
  • Like he tries to be a manly     man™
  • But he’s bad at it 
  • So he’s 100% with a night light     or something     
  • Probably gets one of the wall     Sticker lights     
  • Like the ones that make it look     like Captain Americas shield has punched through the wall
  • Because Yoosung can’t be     trusted around fire Yoosung doesn’t own any candles
  • So if there’s a black out he’ll     just hold you tight
  • “It’s Okay MC!!! You don’t     have to cry!!”
  • “Yoosung, you’re crying     not me"     
  • He’ll protect you
  • Don’t worry

Jaehee

  • A Little confused when you tell     her
  • Because like the dark is just     the absence of light     
  • But it doesn’t really matter     since Jaehee has learned to fall asleep with lights on
  • She’s fallen asleep while     writing reports numerous times    
  • And forgets to turn lights off
  • So if you need some source of     light it won’t bother her    
  • She probably fights it cute     though
  • Secretly wants to protect you,     so she’ll cuddle up to you    
  • Such an angel 
  • When there’s blackouts, or     you’re somewhere without light, she’ll grab your hand and remind you she’s     there     
  • She’ll do what she can to never     leave you alone in the dark    
  • Or to scare you when it’s dark

Zen

  • Zen does not like sleeping with     lights on
  • But when you tell him he melts
  • He still won’t want the lights     on, but he’s fine with a little light somewhere 
  • Maybe leaving the hall light on
  • Also willing to protect you
  • “You don’t have to be     afraid MC, I’ll protect you from anything scary. I promise" 
  • He’ll smother you so you’re     protected
  • Also might accidentally     suffocate you
  • So just push him off a little
  • He’ll also do the same if     there’s a blackout
  • He’ll wrap his entire body     around you and whisper sweet things in your ear
  • Again if it’s suffocating just     nudge him a little he’ll ease up 

Jumin

  • also confused like Jaehee
  • He finds it illogical
  • But then again, anything for     the love of his life    
  • He won’t want the lights on     either, but he’s willing to adapt for you
  • Probably does something fancy     like gets lights installed in the roof to look like little glowing stars 
  • Something fancy and rich like     that
  • Also asks if you want to talk     to someone about your fear since he finds it a little childish
  • He also gets little floor     lights installed e v e r y w h e r e    
  • So whenever you’re walking you     can always see ahead of you    
  • He isn’t good at comforting     people but he’ll make sure you’re okay during black outs 
  • And that the power is back on     quickly.     

Saeyoung

  • this is totally fine!!!! 
  • This boy is willing to sleep on     the suns fucking surface for you  
  • So a little light isn’t gonna     kill him
  • Truth be told he isn’t fond of     the dark, he doesn’t have a fear per say, but he is much more comfortable     with being able to see    
  • He makes sure you’re never left     alone in the dark     
  • If you ever get trapped in the     dark together he’ll tell you everything will be okay and he’s right there     for you
  • Such a sweetheart. 


Bonus!! Because these took so long and I feel really bad. 

Saeran

  • yeah
  • Same
  • He’s been kept in the dark his     entire life
  • So he’s probably petrified of     it
  • especially when he’s alone he’s     scared of the dark
  • Of the unknown
  • Pun not intended 
  • You have a string of power     lights across your guys’ room that are almost always on
  • If there’s ever a blackout the     two of you hold each other close 
  • You’re both scared but you’re     not alone and that’s the main thing 

Vanderwood

  • annoyed 
  • Like really?
  • It’s just the dark
  • He is literally the definition     of ‘the dark side'     
  • He won’t admit it but he     actually wants to help you with your fear rather than make fun of you
  • Because he cares 
  • Tsundere tsundere 
  • He’ll probably hug you if you     guys get trapped in the dark together.
  • "You should know by now     I’ll protect you no matter what, MC. Don’t be stupid" 
  • Probably doesn’t give a shit if     you have lights on at night    
  • As long as they’re not too     excessive     

V

  • he can’t be scared of the dark     it’s all he sees
  • "Oh my god V it’s so dark     I can’t see anything”    
  • “Omg me neither neither     MC"     
  • V finds your fear a little cute 
  • In a weird way
  • Like the way you cling to him     when it’s too dark?
  • He lives for that shit
  • He will make you feel safe and     secure even when you can’t see a centimeter in front of your face
  • V is practically the sun so     it’s like never dark    
  • He’s fine with night lights
  • They don’t bother him

anonymous asked:

An imagine where your childhood best friend/also secretly love of your life Jason tells you his secret about him being a power ranger plus a time where you don't see him much anymore

This was so fun to write! I hope you enjoy! <3

Originally posted by togetherwearemore

You frowned, throwing yourself onto your bed with a sigh.

 Looking over at your clock, you locked your eyes on the frame, the picture inside showcasing you and Jason: around 5 years old with wide toothless grins. 

You were both halfway up a rather large tree with curling branches low to the ground and you smiled at the memory.


“Ready or not!” A young Jason spun around, scanning the campsite in front of him. 

Giggling, you placed a hand over your mouth trying to quiet yourself. He would never find you up here. 

“I’m gonna find you (Y/N)!” He called and you ducked farther up into the leaves of the tree you had scaled. 

After he had wandered around for quite a while, he finally leaned up against the very tree you were in. 

“Whatever! I give up!” He huffed angrily, throwing his hands in the air. 

You finally let your laughter be heard, and he wrinkled his nose as he glared up into the tree. 

“That’s cheating! You can’t climb up there! Besides, you know that I can’t do that.” He whined and you giggled even more.  

“Aw Jason, it’s'not cheatin. I got up here all by myself. And why couldn’t you come up?” You dangled your legs as he groaned. 

“(Y/N)! I can’t climb trees.” He stated this as if were a well-known fact. 

“Are you scared?” You mocked, “Jason’s a great big scaredy-cat!" 

"I’m no scaredy-cat! Just cause I don’t wanna fall doesn’t mean I’m a chicken!” He stomped his foot and placed his hand on the nearest branch. 

“You aren’t gonna fall,” you insisted, holding out your hand. 

“Do you trust me?” Shaking it slightly Jason gulped, reaching up to pull himself into the tree. 

“You know I do.”


You placed the frame back down, rolling over onto your back. You had always been best friends, you’re parents were great friends and so were you. 

But as you had grown and matured your feelings developed into something more. Maybe you loved him, but you never planned on letting him know that. 

However, recently Jason had been pulling away and you had no idea why. He always canceled last minute, or simply made an excuse why he couldn’t do anything. 

Today had been planned forever- the new movie both of you had been wanting to see for forever just hit theaters. 

Almost predictably, he had called 

A few hours ago, apologizing profusely and repeating something had come up. And like always, you had played it off like it was no big deal.

 Since you couldn’t go to the movies, you decided to go to the hills above the mines. It was always a great place to go to relax and get your mind off things. 

Parking your car, you stuck your keys in the muffler, knowing you’d drop ‘em after climbing around for a perfect spot. Sure, stupid idea around town, but it worked here. 

Plugging in your headphones, you wandered around until you reached the spot overlooking all of angel grove. You settled down and pulled out some homework: chemistry, aka the worst class in existence. 

Nevertheless, you fiddled with your pencil, wondering when on gods earth you were going to need to know Avogradro’s law. 

Your water bottle was next to you, and you turned down to grab it when you noticed something. 

The water… was moving, like it does in the movies. 

Hesitantly, you reached out to grab it, and felt the ground lurch slightly underneath you. 

Only making things worse, a large shadow passed over you, and (lord help you you were that person in the horror movie), you turned around slowly. 

Blinking a few times, your brain took a while to process the sight in front of you: the red rangers T-Rex robot was standing right in front of you. Before you blinked you could have sworn that it was Jason.

You shrieked and stumbled to your feet, it couldn’t be Jason. The ranger had somehow covered his face with his mask again, and before you knew it was standing in front of you. 

“What are you doing up here?” He demanded and you stepped slightly away from him. “You shouldn’t be here!”

“Look, I appreciate you saving the world and all, but unless there’s imminent danger I think I’m allowed to be here." 

He crossed his arms and you gulped. Maybe you should speak more carefully.
"It says no trespassing.” He insisted and The voice clicked. 

Testing your theory, you hesitantly reached into your pocket, clicking Jason’s contact. 

A loud buzzing came from the ranger, and he immediately stepped backwards, his mask retreating back to reveal Jason’s shocked face. 

Besides the situation, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing. 

“Dude… you keep your phone on you?" 

He flushed and laughed slightly. 

"Look, you can’t know! You shouldn’t… oh damn. I’m probably gonna have to tell this to Zordon.”

However, you ignored him and just began to realize the depth of the situation. Jason, your best friend, was the red ranger. 

Stepping forward you shoved him backward harshly. 

“You’re a ranger and you didn’t tell me? What the hell?!" 

He extended his hands in surrender, moving one to rub the back of his neck like he always did when he was nervous.

"How about… you just take a few deep breaths,” he reasoned. 

“I’m perfectly calm… oh my god. When your dad said the Red ranger saved him… that was you! Oh my god Jason you could have died! You could have died and you wouldn’t have known-” you abruptly shut your mouth, your cheeks turning a furious red. 

“Known what, (Y/N)?” He grabbed your shoulders lightly and you gulped, looking up at him. 

“You’re my best friend right? And this totally might screw things up. God this could ruin everything…. but I think I care for you more than a friend?" 

He furrowed his brows, until it finally clicked. 

”(Y/N)… I feel the same way, I really do. But I can’t. I can’t risk you getting hurt because of me. You could be leverage if anyone found out- or they could-“

"Jason, you feel the same?” Your breath hitched and he nodded, tipping his forehead against yours. 

“Of course." 

"Then just… do you trust me?” you reached up and placed your hand on his cheek, the stubble he had yet to shave slightly prickling your hand. 

He took a deep breath and pulled you even closer to him. 

“You know I do.”

That was all you needed to hear, for the next moment you had surged forward, your lips meeting his and suddenly everything fell into perfect place.

anonymous asked:

I really love the miraculous au!!! its so cool! could you do that one masked ballroom scene from the original post? >u< if you don't mind of course <3

Its the coolest thing ever, I spent most of tonight freaking out over it XDDD Bless @emthimofnight for coming up with this amazing AU <3

So yeah I don’t mind writing more for it haha. Thank you again to emthimofnight who told me more about the ballroom scene so I could write this!

THE INCREDIBLE FANART THAT INSPIRED THIS & other thing I already wrote for this au & a third thing I wrote for this au

Miraculous Ladybug au, featuring Killua (secretly Chat Noir) and Gon (secretly Ladybug). Enjoy!


The sad thing was, Gon almost didn’t recognize his best friend.

Not because Gon was a bad friend. Far from it; he could usually find Killua in a crowd just from the hunch of his shoulders, the hands shoved in his pockets. Gon didn’t need to see the starlight-silver hair or flash of midnight blue eyes to recognize the person Gon had grown up with his whole life.

This, though. This was entirely different.

“What’s the matter, Gon?” Killua asked, familiar smirk growing underneath an unfamiliar mask. “Cat got your tongue?”

Gon was too speechless to respond to the pun.

Killua was dressed head to toe in a startling white suit, adorned with matching gloves and an intricate cat mask that hid most of his face. His eyes- beautiful, shining, the deepest blue Gon had ever seen- glowed in the dim light, sparkling like jewels. The final touch was Killua’s hair- instead of its normal chaotic mess, Killua’s hair was now swept back in a graceful arc.

Gon’s heart throbbed. He had always known Killua was pretty. It wasn’t hard to miss the way other kids at school stared at him sometimes, despite the fact that Killua was a Zoldyck and ‘not to be trusted’ for a reason that made Gon’s hands shake with fury.

But right now- this very moment, standing in the center of a crowded Masquerade Ball, with chandelier lights glittering in the background and sweeping music drifting through the air-

This was the first time Gon realized how utterly breathtaking Killua truly was.

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More Than That (Pt. 3)

[Summary]: Who knew your boyfriend knew Tony Stark in college. At a college alumni party, you meet the Avengers and they immediately take a liking to you, treating you like a “sister-like” figure. Except for one super soldier who likes you “more than that”. When your relationship starts to fall apart, you confide in Steve about it who’s willing to do anything to be more than friends with you.

[Pairing]: Steve x reader (mentions of the team)

[Warning]: a tiny bit of “sexy time”, but it’s over pretty fast…

Tagging: @bovaria @marvel-ash @just-call-me-mrs-captain @dividedwecantfall @buckysmetallicstump @mellifluous-melodramas @avengerofyourheart @buckyslion @metalarmproblems @marvelingatthewonder @beccaanne814-blog @mcuimxgine @capsbuchanan @imagine-assembling-the-avengers @that-sokovian-bastard @hellomissmabel @abovethesmokestacks @maybe-mikala @violentlyfarts @hymnofthevalkyries @after-avenging-hours @buckys-shield @buckysberrie @callamint @redgillan @whotheeffisbucky @candyrogers @blueeyedbucky @tragicalchemist @marvelous-fvcks @professionally-crazed @thetalesofmooseandsquirrel @fanfic-shiz @i-dont-know-how-to-write @iwillbeinmynest @theassetseyeliner @lilasiannerd @aubzylynn @viollettes @tatortot2701 @marvelatthepeople @raegan-darling @iamwarrenspeace @clinicalkayla @sammysgirl1997 @gatorgal94 @erinvanlyssel @pufflethehuff @littlenerdgirl16 @magellan-88 @marvelgoateecollection

A/N: BSB gif was made by yours truly! More Backstreet Boys comin’ your way, peeps! [x] This one literally screamed Steve’s name when I was listening to it, so here’s the result… A short series! 

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Originally posted by comicbookfilms

Even though Steve was still in pain, he tried picking you up to carry you to his room. He winced in pain as he slid his one arm under your legs and the other was on your back, supporting you.

“Steve? I can walk, ya know. Plus, you’re still in pain. If anything, I should be helping you ease it.”

“But what I want to do with you would ease it, [Y/N],” Steve said slyly, with a slight twinkle in those blue eyes of his.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, if you don't mind could you explain what that means because I'm lost, also what trend where you talking about here: "me, being kicked out of school for plagiarism: um you’re not entitled to my emotional labor? find the sources yourself"

um, you’re not entitled to my emotional labour.

No, I’m joking, of course I will explain.

This is a joke about an exchange you might see rattling around tumblr, usually in regards to social justice topics. Someone will ask for an explanation of or clarification on a topic, or advice on how to handle something and they’ll just be told to “educate themselves”, and sometimes told directly that asking is demanding emotional labour of minorities.

(in case you’ve not run across the term, emotional labour originated in describing the extra emotional theatre service workers are expected to perform for customers, but nowdays gets used more broadly to demands for emotional support and processing and free domestic and similar labour which is disproportionately demanded of women and other minorities).

So the joke is about the differing epistemological standards between Tumblr, where that’s appropriate and academia, where you’d actually be punished because you are, quite legitimately, expected to back up your statements.

And the reason that I reblogged it specifically in the meanest way possible is that I do not like the concept of “just educate yourself”. I really, really do not.

This is an idea that comes from a lot of good places, which is what I’m going to start with. But it also gets used in a lot of ways I find at best deeply suspect and at worst fairly toxic, which is why I was reblogging the joke in my nastiest voice.

1. I do think that if you’re going to ask someone for advice directly the polite thing to do is to exhaust your own resources first. The idea that Dr. Google should be your first stop is a good one and I don’t want to bash on it.

2. A lot of this arises from people who get deluged with questions, often invasive, and often repeatedly exerting the right to take a break. AND THAT’S DEFINITELY AWESOME. No one should be compelled to do activism. When someone says “hey can you answer my question” unless you’re actually being paid to educate them, “no” is definitely an excellent and reasonable answer. And if someone tells you their not doing the question answering thing, the only polite option is to gracefully go ask someone else.

3. Some people get tremendously picky about how other people offer them free time and effort and the call to educate yourself comes, in part from people who’ve been offered summaries and curated reading lists and demanded, instead, private lessons. Which is just bloody rude.

BUT, even though “go away and educate yourself” is a totally reasonable idea in many circumstances, as I’ve listed, there are some really icky ways I see some of this getting used.

1. I find the idea that dropping an ask in someone’s open ask box is a “demand” very suspect. Its certainly a request, but there’s no force associated with it. If I’d decided not to answer this, for instance, I could simply delete it. If I kept getting too many asks I could even close my ask box, or turn off anon. You can’t compel me to answer your ask. You can’t punish me for not doing it. (I am perfectly happy to answer this, fyi). Now, the nature of Tumblr means that searching is very hard and its easy to end up deluged with the same basic question over and over. I’m not an education blog, I get few asks and I’ve still been asked what image captions are for 5-6 times. So I get that it can be very frustrating… but its still not a demand.

2. It often seems to carry the idea that finding information is a lot easier than it actually is. Really basic information can be readily googled. But there’s huge amounts of ideas I’ve encountered during fandom conversations, or just floating through tumblr threads, or on ask blogs that I have LITERALLY been unable to find via google, even after a good few hours looking, and that’s for information that I already know. I don’t think this is malicious a lot of the time. When you’re an expert its very easy to loose track of what is and isn’t easy to find for a non-expert. But its still pretty brutal to exhaust your google-skills, go ask something and be told in so many words to “just google it stupid”.

These two aren’t so bad, they’re mostly just a case of conflicting experiences and that happens. But.

3. Even though “go do it yourself” is a great thing to say if you’re looking to avoid activism (and I’ll reiterate I think that’s everyone’s right and you should never feel bad for saying ‘no I’m done/not doing this’ about activism, God knows I do it enough) I see it being used as activism instead. And it gives me a case of the nopes. Because the person who does the educating sets the curriculum. And when you say “go educate yourself” you’re rolling the dice on if the person who does educate them is on your side or not. Especially because it is virtually impossible to fact-check something you’re unfamiliar with. There’s also often a HUGE effort imbalance. Like, sure, it takes me some effort to dig up my “here’s why image captions are a thing” post. And it took me a bit of effort to write it in the first place, but It would probably take the asker a lot longer to google it all up. And that’s a pretty simple topic. I’ve asked activist friends for reading lists before and realistically getting 20-30min help from them has saved me probably 2-3 hours. And the information quality is better on top of that.

4. While this doesn’t happen a huge amount, I see this sometimes attached to very complex issues, or or topics where opinions are very diverse and then it, quite frankly, creeps me out a bit. Because when I see “just educate yourself omg” attached to a post with a strong opinion element, even though it might not be intentional, I cannot help but perceive an undercurrent of “if you were truly educated you’d agree with me” and “how dare you ask for sources, don’t question me, just shut up and do as I say”… and those… those are not good dynamics.

Please, Don't Give Up On Me

Word Count: 1219

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Injury, blood, language, angst 

Requested: No

Author’s Note: Well I had this idea and I had to write it in order to move on to other things. I was in an angsty mood let me tell you lol. Anyway enjoy everyone!

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Originally posted by gliceria

You were cold - no you were numb.

The air slightly tasted like sulfur mixed with blood - your blood causing you to cringe in distaste.  In the distance, you could hear explosions one after another. They sounded so far off, you could vaguely tell what direction the sounds were coming in.

You couldn’t tell where the blood was coming from, only that there was a lot of it. It was dripping down your face, coating your lips, smeared across your hands, and surrounding you in a growing puddle. A lump in your throat rose as you choke back a sob. You needed to stay calm and remain strong; crying wasn’t going to get you out of this. You couldn’t believe you were awake right now, let alone even breathing. You should’ve died; you had no special powers, you were just another highly trained assassin.

Now, however, you didn’t seem like a highly trained assassin. You got separated from your team after the first ten minutes of landing and somehow you missed the grenade coming right at you. It was either the adrenalin kicking in or you weren’t as good as you thought you were. Your recklessness was the reason why you were in this mess, to begin with. You thought about what your friends would say - what your boyfriend would say. They wouldn’t be happy, hell they would be pissed. Going off on your own on a mission like this, it was practically suicide.

You were so tired.

But you needed to stay awake and stay alive. You needed to get out of here and somehow find your friends. They’re probably worried about you, especially your boyfriend. He’d always worry about you on a mission like these. The missions where there was a slim chance that you wouldn’t come back breathing. However, you could barely sit up without adding to the ever-growing pool of blood.

“Fuck this,” You hissed trying you push yourself off of the ground.

A sharp, tearing pain runs up your hold side as you gasped out in pain. Dropping back to ground you could feel the tears pricking your eyes. Some from frustration but mostly from the new found pain you were numb to before. You lay on the wet ground, gasping for some air as blood spilled out of your mouth. How were you going to get out this? You couldn’t even stand without searing pain shooting up your body. You could scream but that wasn’t going to get you very far. Your voice was hoarse, to begin with and no one was in sight.

A sob wracked your body as you struggled to breathe. You were going to die here, in a torched wasteland where other agents once stood with you. You were stupid - so stupid. You should have listened to everyone and maybe you wouldn’t be in this mess. Did you want to die? Not even in the slightest, you still had much of your life to live. You were finally happy but that happiness was slowly slipping away from you as you felt the life drain out of you.

Everyone was going to be a wreck - you knew it. You were going to die and they would blame themselves for a while. But your boyfriend was going to take it the hardest out of everyone. You were the first person he opened up to after he came out of cryo. You grew close with the loveable soldier and the next thing you knew, you two were in a relationship together. Tears freely fell once you realize you weren’t going to see his face again.

You weren’t going to hear his amazing laugh he rarely showed, his stupid nicknames he called you, and the way your name rolled off of his tongue. You were going to miss sticking magnets on his metal arm just to annoy him as well as pulling his hair up in different styles just for the hell of it. Most all, you were going to miss the way he made you feel. The way you felt butterflies in your stomach every time he walked into the room and how no matter what he made sure you felt loved.

And you were leaving all that behind because of some reckless move. That thought made you cry louder than you were, making it even harder to get air to your lungs. Your strangled sobs filled air when you suddenly hear a voice calling your name just off in the distance.

“(Y/N)!” The voice resonates near you.

You’re slightly more awake now trying to figure that’s calling you. You turn your head slowly and squinted at the figure running towards you at increasing speed. At first, you didn’t know who it was but then you saw the figure’s metal arm. Your eyes widen as you painfully reached out for your boyfriend, wishing that he, in fact, was real. Soon enough, his metal hand grasped yours tightly as he hovers over kneeling in the large pool of your blood.

Then he swears a lot.

“Stay with me.” You feel his hands tenderly wiping away your tears as he softly tapped the side of your face snapping you out of your daze. “Hey (Y/N), stay awake.”

“B-Buck,” You whimpered in pain as tears clouded your vision. “I-I’m so sorry.”

After he wiped your tears, he started putting pressure one of your wounds as you screamed in pain. You let out a mangled cry telling him to stop but if there was a slim chance of you living, he was going to do everything he could.

“D-Don’t talk babe just keep those pretty eyes on me, ok?” Bucky said as a small tear rolled down his face.

You began falling in and out of consciousness as you watched Bucky yell something into the comms to the rest of the team. Blood was still draining out of you and it wasn’t stopping anytime soon. At least you could see Bucky’s face one last time.

“B-Bucky,” You rasped as he shushed you. Ignoring his protests you squeeze his arm tightly. “N-No… I-I love…you.”

You stared into his panicked eyes as you felt all your strength leave your arm and it fell quickly to the ground. Gasping for air, you tried to stay awake and listen to your boyfriend’s words.

“Please, don’t give up on me,” Bucky cried still trying to stop the bleeding. “The team is coming any minute now.”

Normally that would be reassuring but you could only focus on how much pain you were in. Bucky continued to tell you to stay awake but your eyes challenged him as they stayed shut for longer periods of time. This was it; everything was coming to an end. You didn’t hear the roaring of the jets from above coming to get you; instead, you only heard the cries of your boyfriend.

You took your last chance and memorized those ocean blue eyes staring down you, the same ones that stole your heart the day you first met him. Your vision started to become hazing as more figures appeared above you clearly panicking. But it was already too late - you were losing the battle. As your breathing slowed you managed to rasp out three words.

“I… love… you… “

Then your eyes shut for the final time.


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