that was fun while it lasted i guess

The Young Justice team as things my chemistry class has said:

M'gann: *teacher announces pop quiz* “Where are the aliens when you need them, and can they please abduct me and take me away from this awful place" 

Artemis: "I’ll have you know, there’s fifteen bags of pot in my locker and I swear to god I’ll break into your house, plant them all under your pillow, and have the police take you away unless you give back that strawberry smencil right now" 

Jaime: "I want to die” “Wow, same, let’s jump out that window while the teacher’s not looking”  

Wally: “What do you get when you mix beauty and a nice personality? A date with me, hello" 

Conner: *breaks hour long silence* "You know, I ate a shark once" 

Kaldur:*kid answers obvious question completely wrong* Teacher: "You know, I could have been a surgeon or a scientist, but nooo, I decided to come here and meet all of you people" 

Zatanna: "Wtf, I got a hundred on the quiz?!” *whispers* “Thank you, illuminati”

Bart: *lights Bunsen burner and holds finger near flame* “I’ll touch this for a dollar”

Raquel: *two students are talking three feet away from each other* “OH MAH GAWD, GET A ROOM" 

Roy: "Where do babies come from?” “Yo mamma" 

Dick: "How much of these chemicals do I have to drink to get superpowers" 

Tim: "My brother got arrested yesterday, so guess who’s the favorite child now”

Mal:*principal announces lockdown drill over loudspeaker* “Oh well, I guess we’re all dying today, it was fun while it lasted" 

Virgil: "Excuse me teacher? Yeah, um, my sleeve caught on fire what do I do now" 

Garfield: "I swear to god my dog actually ate my homework you have to believe me”   
















reblog and make a wish!

this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)



The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.







holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS. 










I wish for someone to leave something in my ask.


i really hope my wish comes true

my last two wishes came true, one more couldn’t hurt


This is AMAZING i wished that I would get into South Korea and I did !!!!!!!!

~ Follow me ~:

Mommy, Daddy, why ...?
  • They are around 5 years old.
  • --Boruto--
  • Boruto : Mommy grandpa is too old.. He will almost die?
  • Hinata : Boruto!
  • Hiashi : ... today's children are so mean.
  • --Sarada--
  • Sarada : Papa can I sleep with you and Mama today?
  • Sasuke : Why ?
  • Sarada : That's because I suspect there are ghosts in your bedroom.
  • Naruto : Ghosts ?
  • Sarada : Yes, last nights I heard weird noises from Mamma and Papa's bedroom, while they were sleeping, I guess.
  • Sasuke : *turns red*
  • Naruto : Hehehehe~ You and Sakura are havin' fun togeth-
  • Sasuke : Shut up!
  • --Chouchou--
  • Chouchou : Mommy, When daddy will give birth ?
  • Karui : Huh?
  • Chouchou : Daddy is pregnant, no?
  • Karui : No he is just fa-
  • Chouji : chubby! I'm just a little chubby!
  • --Inojin--
  • Inojin : Mommy I have a question.
  • Ino : What is it dear ?
  • Inojin : Where is your penis ?
  • Sai : Mom doesn't have a penis, she has a-
  • Ino : STOP! YOU TWO!!
  • --Shikadai--
  • Shikadai : ...
  • Temari : Yes ?
  • Shikadai : Nothing.
  • Temari : If you have a question you can ask me, I'm your mom and you can ask for everything.
  • Shikadai : ... No I really have any question.
  • Temari : Don't worry, I'm your mommy, tell me Shikadai-
  • Shikadai : That's not needful Mom.
  • Temari : ASK ME A QUESTION!!
  • Shikamaru : Troublesome woman.
People Can Change

Summary: Y/N is a nerd about to graduate from high school. Dean is her best friend’s older brother who is always with Sam. Together the two of them fight like cats and dogs, but is it hatred causing it or is it love?

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore, Bobby Singer, Reader

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Chubby!Reader, Sam Winchester x Jessica Moore

Warnings: NSFW, smut, self doubt about weight, language

Word Count: 4,687

Request: Do you think you could write me a fanfic where its Dean x Reader but they’re both in high school and the reader is this adorable chubby lil nerd and Dean is a bad boy who used to tease her but they both really like each other and it ends up in smut of fluff please and thank you! Love the writing and keep doing’ you!- Anonymous

A/N: This is my submission for @dancingalone21 Lau’s AU Funny Quote Challenge. My quote was “I say we get drunk and shoot crap.” I hope y’all enjoy I loved writing this because I’m a chubby nerd like the reader. Feedback is always welcomed!

Originally posted by life-of-a-plaidchester

The bell for the end of the day chimed, and all of your classmates started packing their things up. Mr Singer, your teacher yelled out to everyone that they needed to bring their homework in on Monday or they’d receive no credit. As everyone else rushed to get out of the class, you took your time packing your things up before walking to the from of the class.

“Mr. Singer, here’s my homework.” He looked up at you with a smile on his face as he took it from you. “I just figured I would give it to you now.”

“My star pupil, thank Y/N I’ll be sure to get this graded and back to you by Monday.”

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anonymous asked:

So Hell's Studio Bendy goes out in disguise, generally gets taken for a kid a lot because adults don't usually have those proportions. What if he's trying not to break his disguise (idk he's in a crowded area and doesn't want mass panic or mobs at the living toon/actual demon), but also this person is determined to drag him back to their church to wait while they call his "parents" to come get their lost child and he remembers what happened last time

I kinda really like this idea a lot

It’d certainly be A Situation™. On one hand, He’s surrounded by a bunch of human stranger people, on the other hand this person is trying to take him, a demon, to a church, on the third metaphorical hand said person could potentially notice he only has four fingers in a small cartoonish glove while dragging him to said church. He could probably try to bolt the heck outta there when the person is distracted i guess but wheres the fun and suspense in that.

Edit: on the FOURTH theoretical hand, he doesn’t love being treated like a child and this person is probably kind of pissing him off

for you pt 4 [M]

Pairing: Reader x Taehyung

Genre: badboy!au, smut, angst,

Word Count: 5.5k

Originally posted by vminv

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Final

“Are you okay?” you asked nervously as you slipped into the passenger seat next to Taehyung. He was chewing the cuticles on one hand while drumming the fingertips of the other onto his steering wheel. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost”

He turned his head to stare at you and you tried your best not to laugh, “How would you feel if you were to go to dinner with your girlfriend’s best friends who want nothing more than to gut him like a tuna?” He stuttered over the g word, unsure of if it was something he should call your or not. The two of you hadn’t really talked about what was going on between the two of you.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to call you that” he blushed.

You tried your best not to laugh, but you couldn’t hold it in. Taehyung, the king of leather jackets and muscle cars was scared. Granted, you would be scared too if you had to sit down for dinner with Mina after everything that had happened. You were nervous too, things had barely been patched up between the two of you after the night of the party.

Your hand found its way to the back of his neck, rubbing the knots that formed when he was stressed. Taehyung closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, “It’s okay, Taehyung. Everything will be okay” you assured him.

He opened one of his eyes and gave you a look, “That’s because your name isn’t Kim Taehyung”

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Arrangements (Jimin) Part Six

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count:1,353

Summary:  “He’s still not over Sunhee?”

A/n: I hope you enjoy part six of arrangements! Sorry It’s been taking awhile to update!~Joy

Part One//Part Two//Part Three//Part Four//Part Five//Part Six//Part Seven

Your mind kept coming back to the night Jimin contacted you, he hadn’t talked to you since the big fight that happened a month ago, and then out of the blue, he called you to pick him up from the police station. 

A dinner with bangtan usually was filled with jokes and laughter but tonight it was silent, the boys were not the same at points they were at each other throats. “So Y/n, are we still up for basketball tomorrow?” Yoongi asked as you snapped out of your thoughts, nodding.

“Wait, Y/n and I are going to see a movie” Hoseok spoke up, as Yoongi’s sharp eyes switched to him.

“Too late, I guess you’ll have to reschedule.” Yoongi coldly replied as you widened your eyes.

“Why don’t we do both? I mean it’s not like the movie or basketball is going to take all day, right?” You compromised, as Yoongi shrugged and Hoseok let out a sigh of sadness.

“Fine, but I wanted to hang out with you all day” Hoseok pouted, as you smiled at him.

“Where is Jimin?” Jin asked worriedly, as he checked the watch on his wrist again.

“Probably partying as usual” Namjoon answered, as he sighed.

“He’s still not over Sunhee?” You asked as they nodded.

“He’s been bringing girls home every night, it hurts my ears Y/n” Taehyung whined, as he shuddered at the thought of Jimin bringing home girls every night.

Suddenly you heard the door lock click followed by female giggles, as Jimin entered the room with a girl hanging on his arm. His smile dropped once he saw you the girl looked at you with a slight glance of disgust. “Oppa, who is she?” She asked, her words slurred as she swayed back and forth.

“She’s no one baby, now let’s go to my room” He smiled to her, as he led her away.

“See what I mean? It’s disgusting, can I stay at your house tonight Y/n?” Taehyung asked, holding onto your hands as you thought about it.

“If you really want to” You answered as the rest of the boys started to ask if they could come too. “Guys I don’t have enough room for all of you.”

“It’s fine I can drive, just let me tell Jimin we’re leaving.” Jin smiled, as he grabbed his keys.

“Make sure not to open that door” Yoongi reminded, as Jin let out a chuckle as he walked up to the door knocking on the door loudly.

“Jimin? We’re going to stay at Y/n’s so you can have the rest of the night with your lady friend, so don’t break the house and bye!” Jin yelled leaving the door not wanting to hear what sounds were inside the bedroom.

You took a bunch of pillows setting them on the couches, walking back to your closet to grab blankets. “There’s a guest room two of you can sleep in there and there are three couches, and I have an extra couch in my room.” You explained as the boys decided where they would sleep.

“We’ll settle this fairly, eldest chooses first youngest chooses last” Jin explained, as he heard groans coming from the boys. “I call the bed in the guest room.” 

“I’ll take a couch in Y/n’s room” Yoongi smiles to you and you smile back. 

“I guess I’ll sleep in the room with Jin, although I’d rather sleep with you guys” Hoseok pouted, as you laughed.

“And I guess the three of you can have the couches.” You looked at the remaining three.

The boys would often stay over a lot so you already had a bunch of pj’s left over from previous sleepovers. Yoongi thanked you for letting him stay over, as he changed out of his clothing. “Y/n, we’re really glad to have you, I couldn’t imagine falling asleep to Jimin fucking someone” Yoongi thanked, as you smiled back.

“I couldn’t help but feel bad for you guys having to hear that every night.” You smiled, as you handed him a pillow.

“Yeah, it get’s so frustrating since I no longer have a girlfriend anymore” Yoongi pouts, as you laugh awkwardly.

“Didn’t you break up with her? It’s been a year now.” You joked as you looked at him seeing that he wasn’t laughing. “Sorry, too soon.”

“No, no it’s fine. I guess the only thing I miss from the relationship is the sex, now I’m constantly sexually frustrated.” Yoongi sighed, as you nodded.

“Yeah, I mean you haven’t done anything in a year, sexual levels are pretty high I would assume since you were so used to having sex.” You tried to relate, as Yoongi’s eyebrows perked.

“Y/n, have you had sex before?” He asked as you shook your head, he smirked. “I could be your first time.”

“Ah what? Sorry, Yoongi I just can’t see you that way.” You told him honestly, as Yoongi’s smirk dropped.

 “Y/n you’re just saying that because you’re scared of losing your virginity.” He laughed it off, coming closer to you. 

“No I know that I don’t want to have sex with you, I’m sorry Yoongi I don’t see you that way.” You confessed, pushing him away. “I’m gonna sleep somewhere else, you can have the bed.” 

The next morning was awkward, Yoongi didn’t dare look at you in the eyes. You hoped that your friendship would go back to normal after that night but Yoongi would probably ignore you for a long time. “Eh? Y/n why haven’t you greeted Yoongi?” Hoseok asked while Yoongi and you both tensed up. 

“Ah, no reason” You smiled, shrugging his question off. 

“You didn’t even sleep in your room last night, you traded spots with Namjoon,” Taehyung added as you smiled.

“I wanted to have some fun” You lied as Yoongi scoffed.

“Like you would know how to have fun” He whispered, as you rolled your eyes.

“I guess we have different definitions of fun because yours wasn’t.” You whispered back as the boys looked at you.

“Are you guys okay?” Jungkook asked as both of you smiled at him.

“We’re fine!” You both smiled.

You drove some of the boys back home, they opened the door to see a half naked Jimin and a girl in a robe chatting on the living room couch. “Jimin, what is your friend still doing here?” Jin sternly asked as Jimin’s eyes widen turning his attention to you.

“What is she still doing here?” Jimin asked back, as you rolled your eyes.

“Oppa, is that your clingy ex?” The girl asked as you turned your attention to her “I thought you had standards before you met me.” She let out an annoying laugh.

“Wow look at that, Jimin knows how to treat a one night stand with hospitality.” You laughed sarcastically, earning a glare from the girl “Oh my! You thought you were more than that to him? I’ve seen more girls come into this building than I have at a makeup store.” You saw the girl huffed.

 “Oppa, tell her that she’s wrong!” The girl screamed as the boys covered their ears from the horrible shrieking.

“To be honest, I don’t even remember your name,” Jimin replied as you couldn’t help but let out a laugh. You felt bad for the girl but she wasn’t going to get anywhere with that type of attitude.

“I hate you!” She screamed at Jimin, picking up her clothing and leaving the apartment.

“You should have let her change before she left” Jin commented, as Jimin shrugged.

“Not my problem.” He replied.

“Can you stop bringing girls to the dorm Hyung?” Jungkook asked as the rest of the boys nodded.

“I don’t have to listen to anything you say.” Jimin silently replied.

“Jimin, this is our dorm too so please stop bringing girls to the dorm already and just get over Sunhee with another activity that doesn’t make my ears bleed,” Yoongi replied. 

“I’m already over her” Jimin replied back.

“Then why are you bringing girls over all the time?” Namjoon asked as Jimin glanced at you.

“Because I’m not over Y/n.”

A/n: Haha It’s 1 am and I’m currently dying, sorry I’m slowly cutting members out of this love harem so the series can be completed faster. Sorry for the Yoongi fans ;-;~Joy

*casually dumps another set of BMC/DEH crossover headcanons*

 Okay so since my first headcanon dump got surprisingly popular and I’ve just got headcanons for these kids out the wazoo, here’s some more of the Dear Chill Boys.  There’s a lot of references to stuff from the first post in this one, so if you haven’t read it then you’ll probably want to before reading this one. 

Also I got an ask about them in which the person referred to the AU as “Dear Chilled Boys” and now that’s the only thing I refer to it and the main gang of characters as.  Just “the chilled boys”.  After I saw the ask me and my little sister had a whole conversation about why they were chilled

We decided Jared somehow got himself and everyone else stuck in of those walk-in freezers 

(maybe to swap out ice cream for bathbombs?) 

(oh wait bathbombs are toxic) 

(fuck this is like heathers and Jared is JD) 

(he’s JK ohm y GOD)

(look what you’ve done)

(dead girl walking reprise but JD’s laugh when veronica confronts him is replaced with jared’s sincerely me reprise laugh)

(”Step away from the bomb.”  “NYHAHAHAHA”)

Someone save these boys

They are very cold


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Come Find Me II

Since some of you seemed to like it, I wrote part two. You’ll have to wait to find out what’s going on with Anxiety though.

Roman sank back down into the mindscape feeling pleased with himself. Despite his troubles last week, he had rallied magnificently, and this next video was sure to be a hit! He appeared in the common area smiling, still riding high on his success.

“Well that sure went well, didn’t it?” Morality said cheerfully, appearing next to him.

“Indeed my fellow compatriot,” Roman replied, “We were unstoppable tonight. A creative force so great that all the world will be in awe of our talent.” Getting more entranced by his daydreams of the future, he continued, “They will laud us left and right, throwing flowers before our very feet and-“

“Okay, now you’re just being unrealistic” Logan cut in dryly, adjusting his glasses.

Roman lowered his arms from where they had been lifted in a dramatic pose, frowning a little, annoyed that his jubilant monologue had been cut off. But before he could reply, Morality spoke up.

“Well all that really matters is that we’re all proud of our accomplishments, right?”

“I suppose you are correct.” Logan conceded, "This video did seem to go rather smoothly, and Thomas is feeling confident about its reception.”

“Exactly” Morality cheered.

Roman decided to rejoin the conversation. “I concur, my friends, and I further propose that we celebrate this achievement. Perhaps with a Disney movie marathon!” He looked expectantly at the other two sides, sure that they would agree.

And just as he had predicted, they did.

“Well I suppose a move marathon could be enjoyable,” Logan said, “Although I must insist that we include Big Hero 6 in it.”

Morality was a little more open in his enthusiasm. “A movie marathon sounds great!” he gushed. “Tell you what, you guys pick the first movies and I’ll get the popcorn.”  And with that he rushed out of the room.

Roman smiled, and began debating with Logan over the first movie. Eventually he convinced the other to start with a classic, Cinderella, with the promise that Big Hero 6 would be next. By the time they finished talking and were putting in the DVD, Morality had returned.

“Got the popcorn,” he said, holding up two bowls. “I tried to make as much as possible.”

“And we appreciate your efforts,” Roman replied, taking one of the bowls. ‘Now come, let us begin!”

Morality went to sit down, but then hesitated. “Do you think we should ask Anxiety to join us?” he said uncertainly, looking back and forth between the other two sides.  “It’s just, I haven’t seen him around recently, so I thought maybe it’d be nice to invite him.”

Roman frowned. It was true, Anxiety hadn’t been around recently. He hadn’t even shown up to nitpick or poke holes in Roman’s ideas today. Not that he was complaining of course, but it was odd. Come to think of, Roman wasn’t really sure when the last time he had seen the darker trait. Perhaps the video last week?

“I don’t know Morality,” Logan’s words broke his uneasy train of thought. “Group bonding doesn’t really seem like Anxiety’s thing, and neither does a Disney marathon.”

Well, that last part wasn’t true. Roman could easily remember the debate they’d had about Disney a while back. In truth, it had been rather fun, if a little frustrating at points. Still, Logic may have had a point about the group bonding aspect. Anxiety was a bit of a loner.

“Oh, I guess you may be right,” Morality said, looking a little crestfallen. “Still next time we see him, we should try inviting him to do something with us, just in case.”

“That sounds.. good.” Roman replied, hesitating over his words a little. “Now, let’s get on with the movie.”

And with that, they settled down, all comfortably sprawled out on the couches, watching as the opening credits rolled. But despite his love of Cinderella, Roman couldn’t quite focus on the movie, still unable dismiss the flicker of unease in the back of his mind.

Part I Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII

We don’t talk anymore

Prompt: I wanted to send a request for the song fic if you’re still taking them. Can I request “We don’t talk anymore” Charlie Puth ft Selena Gomez? Just some ansgt and then some fluff?

A/N: It was really great to write this… sorry it took me forever, I wanted it to be great. I hope you like it and sorry if it’s a bit long.

Warnings: widow reader, fluff, angst. You’re Chris’s age.



“y/n, right?” my sister asked me. We were on a family dinner and suddenly the ex’s topic came. It was my turn.

“She was adorable, son, have you ever talked to her after?” I smiled.

“Of course not, come on, guys! We don’t talk anymore. She was my high school sweetheart, I haven’t heard of her in, what? Twenty years?” I shrugged giving the chance to tear another past relationship. But the truth was that I felt curious for her. We spent many amazing things, but we didn’t share dreams. We took different paths. And it was fine… until now.

I didn’t sleep that night wondering about her. We lost contact. We were so naïve, we believed that it was going to last. That we had something to live by, to fight for. But it was just an innocent thing. My mind processed pictures of our holding hands. Her curly hair moving in the air and the floral smell that she used to have. Her sweet giggling after one of my many bad jokes. Her shaking body undermine after our first encounter. I recalled the way she couldn’t hide anything, she had one of the strongest looks ever, and she showed every feeling through her look. She used to have the sweetest lips, and the smoothest, snow white skin. How could I forget her? How could she make me feel the same even when she’s probably not the same girl? How’s possible that this feeling still alive?

“Oh, baby, you received a letter from your old high school, do you want me to send it to you?” my mom inquired through the phone.

“It’s fine, you can open it and send me a pic because I’m not in a stable address right now, mom”

“Alright, let me see where I saved it…. oh, here it is.” I heard the paper tearing. “It’s a reunion. Next month…”

I was nervous. Even when I’ve done bigger things. I felt anxious. I was going to see her again, what if she goes with her husband? What if she still mad at me? I literally stood in the parking lot ten minutes after I parked. I felt like a teenager again. I wasn’t Chris the actor, I was Chris the student and (ex) boyfriend. I decided going without the tie and started to walk to the gym.

I didn’t recognize most of the guys and girls I used to hang with. They were totally different. They gave my name and a drink the moment I got there. I wasn’t that social in the school, but suddenly, everybody was my friend. I was talking with one of the football stars. He had a belly bigger than the ball. I heard someone calling her name. I tried to reach the voice, but there was a lot of people. I excused myself and went to the restrooms. In my way, some of my classmates asked for a picture. And after a flash, I saw her. My anxiety was gone because she was shyly standing in front of me.

She was different. She wasn’t using a bang and brides. She had her hair lighter and clear forehead. She used to wear her faded jeans and my shirts that were bigger than her. Now she was wearing a long skirt and a tight white shirt. She was radiant. She was a woman now. A breathtaking, gorgeous and clumsy lady. I took the last picture and I excused myself. But some guys ran into me and I couldn’t say no. Until Marisa came closer. She hugged me and, again, asked me for a picture.

“What can you tell me about y/n? I saw her but I didn’t talk to her” she smiled.

“She came because I begged her to. Since her husband died, she doesn’t like to go out much. She has to child, his name is Billy, and he’s so adorable. Maybe you should ask her those things, talk to her.” I held my breath, so, this is what happens when life, you know, happens. I recognize her dress and my way to her.

“Hi” I murmured, she turned around and smiled with that perfect, sweet smile.

“Chris Evans, wow!” she spoke. She left her drink and hugged me. Her body wasn’t the body of a teenager, mine either, but the difference was that mine reacted like a teen boy. I held her and she took distance. “I didn’t think I’d see you around. I wanted to say hello, but all your friends were there, so…” she apologized and I laughed.

“Yeah, right, friends… you should remember my friends. I can’t believe it, you’re so…” she laughed this time. Until her cellphone rang.

“Oh, hold on, it’s my babysitter, I need to get this” she excused herself and made her way out of the gym, obviously and ridiculously followed her. What the hell was I doing? I mean… I needed to know more, if she was doing fine, if she was happy, if she accomplished her dreams of become a teacher.

After three minutes, she came in.

“Hey, everything ok?” y/n nodded.

“Sort of, I got to go. I need to call my uber, I didn’t bring my car, it’s not like I wanted to get wasted it’s just that… I don’t drive if I drink because of Tim” She quickly spoke while typing. “And I’m talking out loud” I smiled like an idiot.

“Yes, some things never change” she nodded.

“It’s a bad habit. Anyway, it was good seeing you…” she approached and hugged me and when she made her distance again I cleared my throat to say the only thing that came to my mind.

“I wouldn’t mind to take you home, if that’s ok with you, of course” she smiled, and I recognized that smile, she was touched.

“Chris, this is just getting started, I don’t think you’d like to miss all the fun. It’s very sweet of you, but you don’t have to. This app is a blessing…”

“That’s not a problem, I’d rather being with you for a little while than spend my night with my friends” I responded ironically.


“You’re not married” she said out of the blues, ice breaking the car.

“I’m not” I added as I stopped on the lane.

“Why not?” I shrugged and kept driving.

“I guess I haven’t found the magic I felt since…” I stopped before saying something stupid.


“Well, since the last time I felt like that. So, tell me, what do you do now?” I changed the topic.

“I’m a kindergarten teacher. As I planned and dreamt. And I don’t ask you because I know you did it. And did it in a big way. I couldn’t be happier for you.” I smiled.

“It’s not a big deal, I love what I do, I really do. Ok, it’s my turn to ask… I heard you’re having a problem with the babysitter, I’m guessing you became a mom and a wife” she smiled and looked to the other way. I continued driving.

“Yes, I’m a mom. Billy is four years old. And I’m or was a wife, until my husband died two years ago”

“Oh, y/n, I’m sorry to hear that”

“It’s ok. We’re moving on, it’s what my husband would’ve wanted. It’s here.” I parked and opened my door to open hers.

“So…” I whispered.

“Would you like to come in? I could make some coffee before you come back to the reunion” she asked. I nodded.

“A coffee sounds really nice”

The babysitter left, y/n went up and came back with slippers.

“Billy’s asleep. So, tell me…” and then, the conversation began. It was like traveling through time, but more mature. We were adults now, talking about life, adventures and minor stuff.

“I had forgotten how much I loved talking to you” I said out of the blues. I saw a little guy in the kitchen entrance. And for my luck, he was hearing an avengers pajama.

“Mommy, bad dream” his sleepy eyes were the same color of y/n.

“Oh, come here, sweetheart” he rose her arms and she picked him up. “I’m sorry” she murmured. I smiled and grabbed the two cups and washed them.

“You don’t have to do that”

“Mommy, who is him?” he was so adorable. Her curls were heritage from her.

“He’s a friend. His name is Chris. Say hello” he said hello with his hand.

“Can I hug him?” he asked her mom. She smiled.

“You can ask him if that’s ok”

“Can I hug you? I was having a bad dream” it melted my heart, I nodded and opened my arms for him. We kept talking until he fell asleep in my arms.

We were on her door. She had put Billy in his bed. And during that time I felt my heart racing, should I ask her out? I mean, why not? But was it right?

“Goodnight and thank you, Chris” I leaned and kissed slowly her cheek.

“No problem, y/n” I gave her my back and started to make my way to the car.

“Chris…” I heard her. She walked as I turned back.


“It was good seeing you” she smiled.

“It was good seeing you too, I just wish we could see each other again. Would you like that? Maybe we could go for an ice cream with Billy?” she smiled.

“Chris… you don’t have to do this. You’ve been so nice with us. But you don’t have to feel like I’m forcing you to do this. It’s ok. I…”

“I understand that, but I’d like to do it. I’d really like to. Because you’re you, and I love being with you, even after all these years, after not talking… we have the same connection, y/n, you can’t ignore that. And I don’t want to come back to my life knowing that I had the chance to be in your life. I don’t want to be at the point of not talking anymore and daydreaming about how you are”

“I’m not. I just… Chris, it’s not the same. We’re not 17 anymore. You’re a worldwide star, I’m a kindergarten teacher from our hometown. It was good, tonight was good. But I don’t fit in your life now.” She rose and kissed my cheek. I saw her walking away. She closed the door and I made my way towards her. I knocked. Once she opened I cleared my throat.

“Hello, I’m Chris. I don’t know you at all, I don’t know anything about different worlds or different lives, I just know that I want to know you again. Please.” Her eyes were full of tears. She smiled and extended her hand.

“Hello, I’m y/n. I’d like to meet you again, Chris.”


“Capturing Her Damaged Heart”

Part of my submission for nalu week. Prompt: Tattoo (Day Six)

Rated M. See chapter 1 for list of warnings. I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.

Summary: A deadly disease plagues the world. People are dying, the dead are rising. The infection spreads too fast to stop. Everyone tries their best to survive in this post-apocalyptic world, but things get messy for Natsu when he finds a blonde woman on one of his missions. Natsu takes it upon himself to help her, protect her, and accidentally fall in love with her? Zombie Apocalypse AU. Hurt/comfort, angst, romance.

Read Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

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*This chapter starts with a flashback.

Chapter Eight: Tattoo

(June 30th, 2017. Friday Morning)

Natsu woke up before the sun rose. With his mind only half-functioning, he loaded his bags and fishing poles into the bed of his truck, using a tow strap to keep them in place. He set a bag of snacks on the floorboard of the passenger seat while placing his desperately needed energy drink in the center console.

Igneel woke up just in time to see Natsu popping a motion sickness pill. When he drove, he wasn’t nearly as sick, but the pills helped settle his stomach.

“Did you remember to get gas?” Igneel asked while Natsu struggled to get Happy into his cat carrier.

“Huh? Oh yeah,” he answered, not registering his father’s question. “Come on, Happy! It’s just until we get there!”

The stubborn cat clawed at Natsu’s arms until he was able to finally push him into the carrier. “There you go,” Natsu said, ignoring Happy’s low growl. “Oh shush. It’s not that bad.”

He had a dog’s carrier for his cat to give him a little more room, but apparently that wasn’t enough for his spoiled feline.

“Did you remember the flea collar?” Igneel asked, holding the unopened package in his hand, a teasing grin on his face.

Natsu glanced around, pouting when he realized he forgot where he put it. “No… I swear I put it on my-” He finally turned to his dad, giving him a sour look before snatching the collar from him. “Thanks.”

“It was in the bathroom, by the way,” Igneel said with a chuckle. He headed to the kitchen to make himself some coffee before work. “Are you gonna take lots of pictures?!”

“Of course!” Natsu yelled back before turning his attention to Happy again. He had difficulties getting the flea collar on Happy without letting the feline escape from his carrier. “I had to transfer my pictures off my phone to make room for new ones though!”

“Why’d you do that?” Igneel asked, coming back to the living room with a cup of coffee. “Is your memory card getting full?”

Natsu shook his head. “Not anymore. I put over a thousand pictures and videos on my computer the other day to make more room. I don’t even know why I had so many.”

“Because you’re a hoarder,” Igneel teased, earning a low growl from his son.

“Anyways, my phone was almost full, so I had to transfer them over.”

Igneel took a long sip of his drink before asking, “Why don’t you just delete all those shows you illegally downloaded?”

Natsu scoffed as he looked at his dad. “Don’t say it like you aren’t downloading shit either! Who was askin’ me to download the last season of ‘Breaking Bad’ last week?”

“Fair enough.”

The two men laughed before Natsu explained. “I wanna kept my shows and movies in case I can’t fall asleep right away. Plus,” he started, a faint blush tinting his cheeks, “Erza and Jellal are gonna be there. If it’s anything like last year, I don’t wanna end up… hearing them at night.”

Igneel barked out a laugh as he nodded. “Guess that makes sense.”

Natsu stood up, looking through his bedroom and the living room before going to the front door. “I think I got everything.”

“Stay safe while you’re out there,” Igneel said, giving his son a hug. “I’ll see you in a few days.”

“See you then!” Natsu returned the hug before grabbing Happy’s carrier.

Igneel got the door for him. “Call me when you get there! Have fun!”

“Okay, and you know we will!” Natsu’s large grin left no room for doubts. He was going to enjoy this camping trip.

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Me: I’m so glad I’m done with Mystic Messenger. It was fun while it lasted, but it took up so much time and money! Now maybe I can focus on real relationships.

Cheritz: *announces V route*

Me: Lol. Just kidding. What’s a social life?

Dylan Klebold Birthday Profile: Part 1

Originally posted by kleboldqueen

A numerology, astrology and tarot profile of Dylan Bennet Klebold. Profile for a September 11 birthday taken from The Secret Language of Birthdays, by Gary Goldschneider and Joost Elffers. (Gif credit to @kleboldqueen)


The lives of September 11 people usually pivot around certain vital and dramatic decisions which they are forced to make. These decisions may be thrust on them when they are still quite young, perhaps before their sixteenth year. Later, when their career or private life seems to be doing smoothly, when they are well established on their path, they will be met with repeated, often unexpected, crossroads. Within a society’s limits on freedom, the power to effect choice may be an individual’s greatest right. This fact is not at all lost on September 11 people who know how to wield great power through the choices they make.

There is no denying that people born on this day enjoy shocking others. They pride themselves on daring to risk and also enjoy recounting their exploits later. Everything that is boring, middle-class and mundane is rejected by them in thought and deed. Yet at the same time they have a tremendous need for the kind of stability that can only be found in a warm, loving family situation. Consequently, there is conflict between what they like to think they are (highly unconventional) and what they all too often may be (highly conventional).

“He’d make jokes about things that a lot of people don’t make jokes about – like death, and about really dark things.” – Devon Adams

I see how different i am (aren’t we all you’ll say) yet i’m on such a greater scale of difference (as far as I kno, or guess) I see jocks having fun, friends, woman, LIVEZ… or rather shallow existences compared to mine (maybe)” – Dylan Klebold

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Elephant Shoes // Day 1

For: Rucas fic week 2017!
Day One: canon verse ; something that takes place in the canon universe as we know it.
Word Count: 1,002

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Riley smiled to herself as she and Lucas walked into his apartment, putting their bags on the floor. Once they started dating, his house, more specifically his room, easily became her favorite place. She wasn’t exactly sure why but she knew it had something to do with how safe it felt to be there. Not to mention any distractions were kept to a minimum.  Lucas’ father worked really late and his mom didn’t really care if the two of them hung out in his room as long as Riley left at a reasonable hour. It was nice being in a place where she wasn’t constantly worried about other people.

Whenever they hung out at hers she was always on edge, afraid that her father would chase him out of her room or her friends would barge in through her bay window. It’s not that they were doing anything inappropriate, they just liked being alone together to just be. Today was no different.  

Lucas  took her jacket from her and hung it up as he made his way into the kitchen, rummaging through the contents of the refrigerator. “Want something to drink?”  

“Sure.” She smiled, following his lead. “Anything is fine.”  

They had been together for 9 months now and their newfound relationship was put to the test this past summer when Lucas headed back to Texas and Riley stayed there in New York. Thankfully they made it work and somehow the time they spent apart made them closer. Which if she was being completely honest, she didn’t think it was possible.  

As they made their way into his room Riley took to his bed, kicking off her shoes as she got comfortable and out of force of habit Lucas sits on the floor.  "Uh, Lucas?“ She chuckled, raising her eyebrows up at the blonde boy sitting on the floor of his own room. “My dad’s not here. You can sit on the bed with me, you know.”

He laughs shaking his head as he climbs up onto the bed, sitting comfortably beside her. “Bad habit.”

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The Pains In My Heart

Another piece of writing because I got bored! And Jung Jaehyun is the epitome of my life. Something a little heavier because watching a movie that makes you cry is the best method of healing ever :D Promise it’ll be a happy ending though!~ It’s a pretty long one, and I’m sorry it moves pretty slow. But I hope you enjoy! - Erikah<3

(Photo not mine. Credits to NyLon Magazine)

Genre: Slight Angst, Romance, Neighbor!AU, HighSchool!AU

Word Count: 3,605+

POV: First Person

“Ms. (Y/L/N), this matter is very serious if it goes on any longer. I advise you that you stop with your activities and move somewhere better for your health.”

“I’m sure my daughter understands, Doctor.”

“Good. Now her next appointments are…”

So here am I now in this new part of the city where it’s considered ‘safe for my health.’ No matter where I go, it’ll all be the same in the end. Nowhere is safe for my health. As long as I try to survive and get through the day without breaking a bone. That’s all that mattered to me for the sake of my parents. 

The first day we got to the new house was chaos. You know the deal, bringing out the boxes and unpacking all the dishes, clothes, toiletries, accessories. I wasn’t allowed to carry the things that were ‘too heavy’ for obvious reasons. As usual, dad would always crack jokes and even play around while mom unpacked and messily set the random articles of clothing and the accessories into the various rooms in the house. And for me? To just do as I was told. And the first night I slept, I barely got any. The city sights of our old home gave me comfort, where the loud noises on the streets numbed out the negativity in my head and gave me something to focus on as I slept instead of contemplating my existence. 

I saw no point into moving out here. I already missed the other side of town where my friends were probably missing me. If I even had any. The new high school didn’t exactly make it easier on me either. Kinda like the one back where I used to live. Always kids picking on me and complaining when I had an excuse to sit out on activities that included intense physical activity. Oh yeah, it felt like home now. Everyday for the next two weeks was the same. I woke up, went to school, went home, did my homework, eat, then sleep. The same cycle over and over again with no change.

Until one day, everything seemed to change. As usual, I got up and sat on my bed for awhile staring out my window. The blinds of the opposite window were open, which never happened. I always believed that that house was never occupied. And then, this handsome man appeared, woken up and ready for the day. He was dressed in only a wifebeater and some grey sweatpants with his hair a fluffed up mess, and… Woah. Who was he? Was it possible for someone to wake up as flawless as him? That was until he closed his blinds. I froze on my bed, the image replaying in my head of when he walked into his room, seemingly done with his morning routine.

Eventually, I had to get out of bed. I did my morning routine, got dressed, ate breakfast, and headed out to walk to school. It was slightly chilly that morning on the way, I wished I brought a jacket. Why did I wear such a short sleeve shirt? Luckily, I was there in twenty minutes with ten left to spare. The building could be colder than outside, I swear.

After the first three classes of the morning, it was finally time for lunch. I mainly was by myself, sitting in the corner where no one ever goes to. It was all fine and dandy, until I met the eyes of the same guy I saw next door. This time, in actual clothes and socializing. He was less mysterious in this sense. He seemed to have fun. He stared at me as if he wanted to do so on purpose, until something else caught his attention. What was this feeling in my heart?

The school day began to end, finally. And it was time to walk back home. Just as I was about to head out, I heard a ‘hey you!’ being called out. I normally would ignore it. It was probably someone else being called to. Until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I whipped around to meet the same eyes of the boy next door. I was numb.

“Hey you, I was calling for you~”

“Do I know you?” I questioned him. Well, duh of course I knew him, what a dumb question…

“Well, I am your next door neighbor. Perhaps I didn’t introduce myself. Ahem, Jung Jaehyun. Junior class,” he said as he held out his hand, a small smile appeared on his lips. So he was a year above me. I hesitantly took his hand with a shy grin.

“(Y/N), sophomore class.”

“Year younger, eh? Well, I suppose I can walk you home,” he said as his smile got wider. 

The walk home was pretty pleasant. Jaehyun was an interesting person. Pretty popular among the crowd and had friends who were just a popular. He was pretty intelligent as well, which made the girl swoon. He sounded so perfect, and why was someone so perfect talking to someone who had nothing to offer? I guess you could say I’m a prude. I was nothing compared to what his life was like. 

“I mean, there could be some upsides in your life right?”

“If taking meds and constantly protecting yourself from almost everything was fun, I would consider my life an amusement park.”

“C’mon Negative Nancy, don’t get like that.”

“I’m not that pessimistic, I swear!” We could both laugh at my misery and how silly it was. He made my spirits lifted somehow. Like the world was off my shoulders finally. It was a fun time until we both stopped by my house.

“Well, I guess tomorrow is a new day, huh?”

“Yep. And no worries, (Y/N). It’ll always be a better day tomorrow. Don’t get too negative on me, eh?”

“Yeah yeah~ No time for lectures right now, ok? Well, see you at school, Jae!”

“You too, little miss sunshine~”

The little nickname he gave me made me chuckle and feel warm on the inside. Maybe I finally found a friend who’ll stick out for me. How wonderful. Until my mood swing hit and said, ‘He only pitied you. Don’t think it won’t happen again.’ It was fun while it lasted, as I always say.

For the next few months, it was like this. Me and Jaehyun walking to school together, meeting up at lunch with his friends to hang out, coming home afterschool and spending more time together in his house. And then go to bed to do the same thing all over again. Our moms would even tease us for going on ‘dates.’ Ridiculous, right? I’ll admit, it was kinda cute to be teased that we were a couple.

We couldn’t keep secrets from each other. We were the best of friends. Why would I lie to him? But thruthfully, I already broke that rule since Day One. I wouldn’t dare tell him what was wrong with me. Why I couldn’t do certain activities and why I was suddenly negative at random times. I couldn’t even tell him why I was on so many medications at once. We were supposed to tell each other everything right?. 

 Until that fateful night. That’s when he finally found out everything.

On a Saturday afternoon, Jaehyun sent a text even if he was in the next window of the house. 

[3:50] (Y/N)! I wanted to tell you something!

[3:50] What haven’t you told me? lol

[3:51] Hurtful, hahah

[3:51] Anyway, Taeyong’s picking me up to head over to Taeil’s house in about 20 minutes. The guys will be there. You wanna come?

[3:52] Um, heck yeah! Casual?

[3:52] No, we’re going to prom. Of course dress casual, silly~

[3:52] lol, you meanie. I’ll be at the house in about 15.

[3:53] sounds good~ I’ll let them know you’re coming with.

And as usual, I dressed into a jacket and some leggings with a random band shirt thrown in my closet. Surely I didn’t look like I tried to fit in, did I? After a few minutes of laying around in my bed, I got up and headed for next door, just about five minutes before we were supposed to leave. I rang the doorbell about three times before a hoodie-clad Jaehyun stood at the door.

“You’re here a bit early~”

“Don’t pretend like you don’t miss me.”

“I’m not saying I didn’t,” he said as we both chuckled. I stepped back as he went to lock up his door. And at that moment, I heard Taeyong pull up on the driveway of the house. I turned to look around and gave a wave to the car. Well actually it was a seven-seater SUV, suiting his ‘father-like’ image. But it managed to fit the whole group regardless. 

Jaehyun and I squeezed into the van, which had enough room for the both of us. And the ten minute drive to the house wasn’t too quiet either. Boys were normally loud, regardless of age or whoever was in the car. 

“So (Y/N), finally joining in one of our parties, eh?”

“It’s not exactly a party if we’re just drinking and playing video games, Yuta,” Doyoung said, making the whole car burst into laughter. 

“Well, actually I can’t drink too much.”

“Why not? Age is nothing but a number, (Y/N). We won’t tell the cops.”

“Unless you want me to die Johnny, then I’ll take nine tequila shots.” The car was filled with more chuckles and laughs as more conversation went on. Soon, we arrived to Taeil’s house, getting out the car and piling up in his living room.

This went on for a couple of hours. The smell of alcohol in the air made me feel a bit heavy, but I went on. Jaehyun kept me by his side at all times in case something happened to me, but truthfully wherever he was, I couldn’t even breathe.

“It’s just us, Jae. I don’t need to be babysitted. I’m just gonna sit on the couch.”

“Nuh-uh. You’re like my baby sister. No way in heck I’m letting you out my sight.”

Being called baby sister made a pang of hurt run through my heart. Why did I hate being called that? I wasn’t ever like that to him. But instead of saying it outloud, I just kept quiet and stood next to him the whole time. Damn you mood swings. It was like that for the night, I stayed by him because well, I was told to and that I couldn’t sit anywhere else because of the smell of alcohol everywhere. They didn’t even drink that much, why was it so strong?

Even the smell of it coming from their cups made me gag a bit. My brain was swirling until Doyoung proposed we take a road trip up the hills on the outskirts of town. I could barely handle the smell of alcohol in the house, so I was relieved when he mentioned something about going outdoors. It was that moment that we headed into the car, piling in one by one. Then we realized that we didn’t have any space for me in the SUV.

“Damn, do we have to leave her here?”

“Shut up, no we don’t. Um… (Y/N)…” Jaehyun said as he patted his lap. Suddenly, my cheeks turned red. Why was my heart suddenly beating so fast? Why did it suddenly hurt? The car erupted in little cheers and ‘whoops’ as I took a seat on his lap, closing the door before it was locked by a pretty sober Taeyong. 

As conversation went on in the car, I looked out the window to calm myself from my surroundings. And then I was tapped on the shoulder. 

“Hey (Y/N), you don’t look too well. Do you wanted to be taken home?”

“Mmm, no.. I’m… I’m fine. Really. Just out of it for the night.”

“Are you sure? You’re really pale and slightly out of breath. Do you need the window opened a little?” Upon his words, the window opened just a bit to let in fresh cool air into the car, which made the breathing a bit easier on my part. 

“That’s better…Thank you, Jae.”

“Of course, whatever little miss sunshine so desires,” he said with a cheesy smile, patting my belly gently as another blush crept on my cheeks. Before anymore teasing or crude jokes could be thrown at us, we finally arrive on top a high hill. As we got out of the van, the air hit my senses. It relieved the my cloudy mind and my heavy heart, giving myself time to breath before I went over to what the boys were marveling about. And that’s when I spotted the most gorgeous view of the city. The different colors of light covered the area in dots, lines of neon decorated the night, and the beautiful dark blue sky complimented those random bursts of colors that changed every second.

And then I felt a pair of arms encircle around my waist, making me squeal and I felt myself being lifted off the ground.

“Ey, relax. It’s just me.”

“Dear god, why did you scare me like that?”

“Because it’s kinda cute~” His smile could make me faint at any moment. He was legit making my heart beat so fast that I could actually die. But why should I care if I pass out? Was this what it’s like to be in love? To the point where feelings were so strong, nothing else even mattered but the person who was holding you? It made my brain swirl again, to the point where I’m shaking in his arms. 

This kind-hearted boy next door stole my heart. I wouldn’t be afraid to admit that. And if anything could cure my heart from my sickness, it would be him. but why was I too chicken to say it outloud? I’m so afraid of telling him because even spilling my emotions was dangerous. I extreme emotion was too dangerous for me to admit or or even feel. But I’m only human.

“Jeez, did I jumpscare you that badly?” God, that voice. It was so sweet, sweeter than honey. And those gorgeous eyes. I could look into them forever and I would never find my way out of them. What did he see through his eyes? What was I to him?

“Why you say that?”

“Your heart is beating really fast, also that you’re really pale.”

‘Fuck, he noticed,’ my mind said. Did he know was going on?

“No, I’m fine. Swear.”

“Well, then I guess this is the perfect time to tell you this.” Suddenly, my heart skipped a couple beats. Was this real king happening? What if this was the end of our friendship? Someone who I suddenly became close to after my diagnosis? 

“(Y/N), do you think this is the perfect time to say I love you?”

Then suddenly, everything went dark. I couldn’t feel anything. But soon I woke up to the smell of latex. My eyes opened up slowly to a hospital room with only myself in it. 

“This place again?” I said to myself. The window’s blinds were drawn so I couldn’t see anything out of it. I’ve lost my sense of time. And the only noise I can hear was some quiet talking outside the room.

“What happened last night, Jaehyun?”

“We were just up on a hill and.. she just collapsed.”

“You do understand her condition right?”

“What? Why didn’t she tell me? I didn’t even know…”

My heart clenched and beated rapidly. I felt like I just betrayed my friend. I lied to him all this time and what kind of a friend does that make me? I hid my heart condition from him after all these months and I didn’t even have the heart to tell him what was wrong with me. My mood swings, why I was so introverted, and this. And to top it all off, I fell in love with him. But who would love someone who lied to them?

Tears threatened to fall from my eyes, and then someone opened the door. I expected my parents to walk through, asking me if I was ok now, what was I feeling. But to my surprise, Jaehyun walked in. Was he gonna curse at me? Tell me why did I lie to him? Or even worse, why did he even tell me I love you.


He was silent at my call to him. The sudden pause made the room feel awkward. The air was beginning to get heavy, almost hard for me to breathe. Then suddenly, I just couldn’t take it anymore. The tears that built up in my eyes began to spill. I couldn’t hold the truth for much longer.

“I’m sorry I lied to you. I’m sorry I lied about being ok. I know I should’ve told you sooner but I didn’t want you to worry about me… Please understand. Please don’t be mad at me…”

I choked through my words of apology. How would he even accept me? That was until I heard his own silent sobs. I looked up to see him at the edge of my bedside wiping up his own tears.

“Why did you hide it? I feel so guilty for bringing you with me last night…”

“But why do you feel so guilty? I lied to you about my health.”

“I feel guilty because I should’ve protected you. You couldn’t even breathe, (Y/N). I was so scared of the fact that you could’ve died.”

The tears stopped falling from my eyes. I could only stare at him as he turned his head to get a better look at me. I must look like a mess from the way he looked at me. But then he cracked a little smile at me, reaching over to my hair to tuck it behind my ear. 

“Hey now. You’re so pretty when you cry. But you would look even more beautiful if you didn’t.”

A sudden chuckle came out of my lips, wiping up my tears and holding onto his hand with my free one. I didn’t even hold hands with him before. It felt like it fit in my own.

“That’s so cheesy.”

“You know it, babe.” Woah. Babe? How faster could my heart get?

“Jae? Is it this the perfect time to say I love you?”

After getting discharged from the hospital after three days, I went back to school pretty strong. The average looks from everybody staring at me, judging me, and probably worse. It was all back to normal. Or so I thought. Jaehyun wasn’t there and neither was his friend group. Everything felt out of place.

That was until Sicheng and Yuta came up to me before I went home for the day and handed me a blindfold.

“This better not be some prank, Yuta.”

“Why do I always get in trouble?”

“That’s besides the point. Anyway, just put on the blindfold, promise we won’t kill you. You’ll like what we prepared~”

“For the first time in forever, I never would trust Sicheng.”

Hesitantly, I put it on. I reached my hands out until I smacked someone, hearing a little ‘ow’ before I was guided somewhere. It seemed like we headed down the atrium to a case of stairs, seeming like it was taking forever. My heart began to weaken a bit, but before I could give in, I was guided through a door. A sudden breeze brushed past me and through my hair. But the air still felt warm. And then my blindfold was taken off to reveal that I was on top of the roof.

“But why would you two take me here?”

“Turn around and see for yourself.”

I took their word and I turned to see Jaehyun on a stool with a guitar. He has never looked so beautiful. So perfect. But what made my heart beat even faster is the fact that the song he sang was the my favorite love song. I didn’t even realize that I got closer to him, his features gotten more defined as I came closer and closer. His voice we even more perfect as he sang to me. What did this all mean?

But as he ended his song, his hand reached out to cup my face. His hands were so warm. And he pulled me close to his face, and our lips touched. His lips were even warmer. 

The sudden cheers and ‘whoops’ made me pull back in embarrassment, hiding behind my hands as my heart began to race. In a good way of course. And then, Jaehyun suddenly spoke.

“For the last few months, this gorgeous young lady has stolen my heart from day one. She’s someone who unexpectedly became my best friend, who understood what it was like to be in pain. But what made her strong was the fact that she was able to pull through, just for me and for her family. She even hid the fact that she was in pain, just for me to not worry about her. And then she was able to see the brightside of life, why she should live longer, and why it was worth it. Because she was worth something to the boy next door who didn’t know that he needed her. (Y/N)?”


“Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes. Yes yes yes, a thousand times yes!”

Even through my misery and pain, after all what I believed my life was, I finally found someone else who was worth all my love and all my life.

Summer Days // Lee Taeyong


the prompt: i was listening to The Neighbourhood’s “the beach” and i was thinking about a Nct Taeyong scenario in which you’re friends and some night you’re walking on the beach and you confess to him/he confesses to you?

words: 852

category: blurb

author note: the last sentence is rlly cheesy so i apologize in advance. (I listened to beach boys while writing this and it was aju nice)

- destinee

Originally posted by y-ta

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*Here lies Todd Allison and the Petunia Violet by Nozmo. This was a mystery/adventure/comedy/thriller webcomic set in the 1920′s of Melbourne Australia about a perky Aborigine girl named Petunia Elkwood and her antisocial, but brilliant next-door-neighbor, Todd Allison. The two of them get caught up in a mystery involving the mysterious bomber, Violet, whom Todd Allison is trying to stop along with his investigative team, and how it involves Petunias brothers, eccentric and dark politician Elijah and adopted and calm, but spontaneous Meredith. Twists and turns and secrets are thrown here and there, but can Todd Allison and Petunia solve the crime and make it out alive?

Sadly, we’ll never know

The webcomic was archived from what I discovered today and so it’s cancelled.Researching the news once I was informed by the media, it would appear as if Nozmo was struggling and has also disappeared from the media as well. No word on where or how she’s doing other then the fact that the comic is cancelled. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen this happen and it’s not a good feeling to me either. My mind goes into a dark place thinking this and right now I’m sad and concerned over what’s going on. I hope Nozmo’s okay. When you’re not active on a project your working on (especially for an extended period of time) it tends to die out and lose interest from its providers and programmers, so it lets them go. I kept myself busy with other things to pass the time and occupy myself through other interests and fandoms, but I always did, in a blue moon, check to see the updates on the webcomic. Now that it’s gone, it really bums me out. I stumbled upon that webcomic some time ago and read it like three times (even the two backstories, The Daydreamings of Todd Allison and All or Nothing Gamble) and we are left now on a cliffhanger just when things were getting good. (sigh) guess we now have a fond memory to look back on now and never know how it ends. Such a shame. It was really fun reading it and imagining the characters voices in my mind along with the theme music. Nice art, cool characters, interesting plot, big mysteries and good humor all gone. Oh well, It was fun while it lasted. Farewell, Fandom.

Farewell, Todd Allison and the Petunia Violet

P.S.: Nozmo, I hope you’re okay

Under the Mistletoe - Edmund Pevensie x (y/n)

Hi guys. I’ve been really really really busy lately and I’ll try my best to post as much as I can, but as I said before I’ve been really busy. I decided as an early Christmas present to you guys I’d post this fic. Again so so so sorry I haven’t been very attentive. (If I have time, I’ll write and post another fic on Christmas day. Stay tuned)

Summary: Edmund hangs mistletoe around the castle as a prank, but it turns against him when he gets caught under it. Based on the headcannon by @aslansblessings.

Word Count: 1341

Warnings: none


“What?” the young king peeked his head around the corner to find his siblings with angry looks on their faces. “Yes?” he blinked innocently.

“What is the meaning of this?!” Susan asked in a dangerously venomous voice, pointing to a small plant hanging from the castle ceiling.

“It’s mistletoe. You know, when you get caught under it with someone you have to kiss them.” Edmund said calmly.

“We know, but why is it hanging everywhere all over the castle?” Peter inquired.

“I’m just readying the castle for the Christmas season.” Edmund smiled cheekily.

Susan and Peter sighed. “Fine.” They said in unison. “You can keep them up until Christmas, but only until Christmas. Afterwards you have to take them off all by yourself. All of them, not a single one is to be left hanging on the ceiling up there. Understood?”

“Got it.” Edmund grinned with an evil look in his eye. “That’ll still leave plenty of time to have some fun with them.” He whispered quietly to himself.

Peter and Susan walked away. Lucy just stood there for a second before turning to head back toward her room. Edmund turned around and smirked, looks like his elaborate prank was on track.

Time Skip – 2 hours later

After 2 hours of walking around the castle grounds hanging up mistletoe here and there Edmund finally retired to the kitchen. He was so hungry that he hardly noticed someone else already there. He was reaching into the cabinet for a bag of tea when he heard a voice. “I already made you a cup.”

He spun around, his eyes finally landing on a certain (h/c) haired girl. “What?” he asked.

“I said, I already made you a cup of tea. Knew you’d come in any moment looking for a cup of tea and a snack.”

“Oh. Thanks, I guess.”

“Biscuits and cookies are on the table.”

He turned to find freshly baked cookies and biscuits on the table. They smelled amazing.

“Thanks.” He said again. “You’re a life saver.”

“I don’t know about life saving, but I am pretty good at baking cookies.” You said with a smile on your face. You put down the cup of tea you were currently drinking and closed the book you were reading. You got up and walked over to him. “So, what have you been doing outside for the past 2 hours?”

“It’s a secret, so I can’t tell you.”

“C’mon Ed. We’re best friends, you can tell me. Is it another prank?”

“Maybe.” The boy said taking a sip of tea. “If it were though, I wouldn’t tell you.”

“Why not? Are you playing the prank on me?”

“Maybe.” He answered with a sly grin. You groaned. “You know what? I’m just gonna go outside and check for myself.”

“Wait! Don’t go!”

You turned around “What?”

“I hung mistletoe all around the castle because I wanted Peter, Susan, and Lucy to kiss people at the Christmas party and I was gonna video tape it to use as blackmail later if I ever needed anything.” He said smiling sheepishly.

You let out a laugh. “Really Ed?! Wow. I mean I knew you were an evil Grinch, but…” You let out another laugh. “This is a whole new level.”

“So… are you going to help me?”

“Definitely. I would not miss out on this for the world.”


“On 1 condition though.”


“If I get caught under the mistletoe I don’t have to kiss anybody.”


“Plus, I get half of the blackmail videos.”

“You said 1 condition!”

“I changed my mind.”

It was his turn to groan. “Fine.” he agreed. “You have to help me hang up the mistletoe in the ballroom now though. The party is in 3 hours.”

“Let’s go then.”

Time Skip – 3 hours later

You walked down the stairs to the ballroom. Edmund said he’d meet you there with a camera, so all you had to do was get dressed. You’d had talked to Susan and Lucy before the ball and helped them with their makeup and dresses. During that time, you didn’t tell them a word about Ed’s plan. After they finished with their clothes they helped you with yours. You were wearing a (f/c) traditional Narnian ball gown with a bit of Christmas touches. You spun around in the gorgeous dress, thinking you looked absolutely stunning. You said you’d meet Susan and Lucy at the ball after you finished with your makeup, which you were currently doing until you were interrupted by a knock on the door. “Come in.” you called to the person outside. Presently, Edmund walked in. “What’s taking you so long? I-” he turned around and took in the sight before him. You looked so graceful and classy and absolutely ravishing. “Um… I… uh…”

You giggled. “Yes Ed?”



“Huh? Oh, right. I, uh, just came up here to tell you that we have our first video. Peter got caught under the one hanging from the chandelier.” He replayed a video of Peter kissing a girl in a very awkward fashion. “You should hurry up if you don’t want to miss all the fun.”

“Alright, alright. Calm down Ed. I’m almost done. Go wait outside, I’ll be there in a sec.” You said while applying the last of your makeup.

Time Skip – At the Party

You looked around the swirl of dresses at people dancing and laughing. You smiled when your gaze landed on a certain black haired king videotaping a couple making out under some mistletoe you had hung there earlier. You walked over to him, completely oblivious to a small plant hanging just above his head. “Hey Ed. Having fun, are we?”

“You will not believe the number of princes Susan snogged tonight.”

“Ha. I think I can make a guess.”

“This was a great idea, couldn’t have done it without you though.” He said smiling sheepishly while looking down at you.

You smiled, “Glad I could help.”

You both kept smiling and staring stupidly at each other until you were interrupted by a voice. Peter’s voice to be exact.

“The Just king looks like he has just been caught under some mistletoe.”

Everyone turned to you and Edmund. You and Ed looked at each other nervously.

“Is it really there? Tell me it’s not really there.” You whispered to him.

“I’m not sure, I don’t remember hanging one here, in this exact spot. I also really don’t want to look.”

“Ok, on the count of three let’s both look up to see. Peter could be just messing with us.”

“Ok. 1, 2, 3.” You both looked up to see a horrifying sight. A small mistletoe was hanging just off centered over the middle of yours and Edmund’s head. You both looked at each other. Peter interrupted again. “Well, are you two going to kiss or what?”

Then something happened that surprised both of you. All of the people at the party started to chant in unison. “Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss.” (Because they had been secretly shipping the two of you the whole time)

“Um…” Ed started then faltered. “Should we um…” He smiled sheepishly at you.

“I don’t mind.” You said smiling. In fact, in was a perfect excuse to kiss your crush, you thought. Unbeknownst to you Edmund was thinking the exact same thing. You both leaned in for the kiss and the whole ballroom quieted. You reached his lips and brought your arms around his neck. He kissed you back with just as much passion, and his arms went around your waist. As you pulled apart gasping for air the ballroom once again burst into cheers in unison. You and Edmund smiled at each other and from across the room you could see Peter winking at the both of you. Susan and Lucy were smiling in the crowd and everyone else was clapping and whistling because they finally had a queen to go with the Just king. You and Ed made a grand exit out of the ballroom hand in hand.

The End