they know each other for like two minutes and he's already worried about that weird kid

iwasapruneratfaverolles  asked:

PLEASE TELL THE CHILDREN THE STORY OF MS. STUBELS

Grace fuck, why would you invoke her name like that???

Okay, fine, gather round children, buckle up because we’re going on a bumpy ride back to everyone’s collective least favorite place: 7th grade.

Some background: I went to a very small Catholic school. One class per grade (we were the largest with 19 kids), everyone knew each other whether they wanted to or not. Despite basically every teacher and faculty members insistence that we were The Best And Most Special Class In The School and that everyone loved having us, the longstanding 7th grade teacher Mrs. O’Hara decided to retire in the summer of 2008, meaning the school had to find us a new teacher for the upcoming year. This would be like, the first new teacher in the school in a while, and as she was getting the ‘best class’, it was viewed as a Big Deal. Somewhere in like July or August we got a letter announcing Mrs. Stubel, and it came with a list of books to pick for the summer reading, and that was basically all the information we had.

So…the first day of class. She seems nice enough. Very…ditsy, I guess? It was very easy for her to get herself off topic while talking. She constantly paced around the room, never staying in one spot for longer than a second, complaining she has restless leg syndrome. Which like, I’m sure she did, but she was in the middle of introducing herself and then went on a 20 minute tangent about restless leg syndrome without anyone prompting her. It was almost like you could see her scattered thoughts flying around her head.

So anyone, she eventually gives somewhat of an introduction- she had only taught in public schools before, and kept worrying she ‘didn’t know’ how to teach in a Catholic school despite the entire class insisting literally nothing was different, you just teach the curriculum, twice a week we have religion class with Sister Mary King, that’s literally it (she still talked over us in worry), she told us about her kids, she told us about her obsession with Emily Dickinson, stuff like that.

And then she hands us this worksheet.

She’s like, “Oh, these are just some basic questions for you to answer! Just so I can get to know you guys better!” like in lieu of an icebreaker game, which is fine, but…the questions. The questions were all “What is your most haunting fear?”, “What is your deepest regret?”, “Have you ever experienced the pain of loss?”, “What was your worst injury?”, “What was your worst nightmare?”, all questions like that, and then on the back she wanted us to draw a gravestone and write out what we wanted our epitaph to be.

We were twelve year olds, mind you.

Oh my God and one girl missed the first day because of her grandmother’s funeral, so when she came the next day and saw what the teacher was insisting she do for homework, she almost had a panic attack? And the lady still made her do it? Literally who wants to think about death anymore at a time like that omfg.

Okay, so then we get to the summer reading book reports, right? Now, she had given a list of maybe, 20 books that you could pick from, read it, and then present an oral report on it. You had to have notecards and you had to be able to answer questions from the class at the end. All in all, I’ve had worse projects.

So, on this list, she apparently put Madeleine L’Engle’s entire book series on the list…only she did not make it known that this was a series and not multiple stand alone books, so when reports started up it caused mass-panic of kids trying to put together plot points and make connections on what the hell they had read.

I was the only kid in the class who had chosen to read “A Wrinkle In Time”, and that has since lead to a series of events that…really actually scares me, I’m still incredibly freaked out, I’m not going to get into it right now because it’ll take away from the current story, but just know that I’m not above wondering if it only happened because I read the book for Stubel.

Anyway, so like, I got through the report okay. The class asking questions about it was fine, but the teacher kept asking questions that didn’t make sense, like, at all. My friend Angie has always had super neat handwriting and Mrs. Stubel got like, obsessed with her notecards and asked if she could borrow them for something. When we got our grades back a few weeks later, Angie had points taken off for not having notecards.

And then her teaching just…didn’t happen. She’d never stay on a topic, she’d always get herself distracted! We were not learning anything. And like, this wasn’t a class of advanced smart kids that loved to learn. By all accounts we should’ve been thrilled. But it got out of hand. It got to points where we had to start teaching lessons to ourselves, asking teacher from other grades for help, always coming home in tears, complaining constantly to our parents and the principal because this woman wasn’t teaching us anything. There were two kids who asked her multiple times for extra help, and she told them each time to ‘talk to me after school’, but then she’d leave immediately after school so they wouldn’t be able to talk to her. They finally brought up the issue in the middle of class and she had a breakdown, yelling about how nobody ever thinks that maybe the teacher has a lot of work to do, and maybe she’s entitled to taking off early, but when we tried to argue she shouldn’t schedule meetings and then break them off in the name of relaxation, she stormed out of the room and tried to get the principal to give us detention. (Which, like, our school didn’t even do, and she was the only one in the wrong during this situation) We are still in September at this point, and already at least ten kids have parents considering transferring them to another school. (And remember, there was only 19 of us, and most of the class had been together since preschool, so that was a big deal).

Then, she starts coming in with all the weird bruises. All the Moms™ immediately started gossiping that her husband had to be beating her, and that’s why she was so screwy in the head. But the way she talked about her husband made it seem like he *might* be dead, and we actually did witness her fall and smack her head into a doorknob once, so no one really knew what to believe. (Also, I’m not trying to imply that abuse would make someone crazy or ‘damaged’ or anything, this is just what was being said. I think they were trying to turn her into a more sympathetic character, because if you feel sorry for her you don’t have to hate her for frustrating your kids so much, and Hate Is A Bad Emotion.)

Also…this woman and Emily Dickinson.

She talked about Emily Dickinson every chance she could get. None of us knew who Emily Dickinson really was before she got there and you could see in her mind it was a capitol offense. She found out the curriculum didn’t have room to cover her (because like, we had a text book), and was way too upset about it. She started reading her poems whenever she found the time (usually somewhere in history class), and always gave us very detailed accounts about her dressing up as Emily and reading her poetry at the library.

Now, two things to note here:

  1. The library did not hire her to do this. She would literally just get in the mood, put on an Emily Dickinson costume that she made by herself, drive to different libraries, and just read poetry out loud to everyone there until someone eventually asked her to leave.
  2. The way she described these events…her tone, the look on her face, her posture…you could just tell that she was getting some sort of sexual gratification out of this? Like dressing up as Emily Dickinson in public and reading her sad poems is really what got this lady’s jollies rocking? Got her all hot and bothered? Which is…a lot, but why would you tell a bunch of seventh graders about it holy shit. What about that sounds like a good idea! What about that turns you back on!

So anyway, we learned a lot about Emily Dickinson against our will.

One of the Davids™ was reading a book for pleasure- which shouldn’t have been a shocker, a lot of kids always had books on them, but Stubel got really interested and asked if she could borrow it from him. He was like ‘sure, after I finish it?’ but she took it that day. He asked her for it back for like five weeks straight.

And…the strudels.

Okay, so the school was trying some dorky thing to promote ~togetherness~ or some virtue or something, I don’t remember the specifics of why, but each class had to make a huge themed poster and hang it on the wall outside the classroom. Which was like, whatever, not the most thrilling project but at least it allowed us to be productive vs just sitting there as the teacher runs about the room rambling about her family vacation from four years ago. Mrs. Stubel decided we needed a quirky nickname and after like three days of deliberation we were christened “Stubel’s Special Strudels”!

(points for alliteration or whatever, but no one actually voted for that and what exactly do strudels have to do with Catholicism? It became a big running joke amongst the kids)

Also, in case you were wondering, she didn’t explain the assignment correctly to us- so every other class had like these beautiful, artistic, well-themed and put together posters, while ours was just…literally a bunch of shit thrown together on paper. Nothing fit with each other, it was literally embarrassing to look at.

But then…she wouldn’t drop the strudel thing. Like she kept bringing it up. She got really into strudels and would just tell us random shit about them. Finally, someone jokes that we should get strudels one day for a party (like instead of a pizza party), and she’s Freaking Out and On Board. She really wants to buy us strudels and have a breakfast party now. She talked about it for like two days straight.

So like… you know in school when you would have a pizza party, usually the teacher would buy it? That’s how they always happened in my experience (not counting the last day of 10th grade when some kid had pizza delivered to the school for lunch but it didn’t get there until math class lol). But especially in grade school? Like if it wasn’t a PTA made party that’s super organized, the school would buy the food, right? Right?

Yeah, so she was like, if this is happening you guys need to give me the money. Just give me the money and then I’ll pick them up on my way to work!! And after some arguing some kids are on board. Strudels should only cost a couple dollars right?

And she’s like, oh no, I’m gonna get them from this high end bakery near my house so it’ll be special, but they’re not cheap and it’ll be a big order! I’m gonna need like fifteen dollars from each of you!

And at this point I’m just like…lady. Come on. 

But she keeps insisting. She’s not gonna go until every student in class pays up.

And I’m like…I’m poor. I don’t even like strudel.  And some of the less-naïve kids are siding with me.

And then she pulls that “you guys are just spoiling all the fun for your classmates” shit, like the naïve kids who already paid up, so it gets to the point where we just gotta cave and give her the money.

(I ended up stealing it out of my Crazy Bitch Aunt’s wallet so it’s whatever, I guess.)

And then of course, shockingly enough, every morning she was met with “where are the strudels?” and every morning she went wide eyed, slapped her forehead and yelled in embarrassed horror “I totally forgot! Tomorrow, guys, I promise!”

Honestly, with how scatterbrained and confused she always was…like to this day I can’t tell you with 100% certainty whether she hustled us or was just actually forgetting about the damn pastries, I choose to lean towards the hustled us side because that’s just the type of people I’m used to, but if I found out it was innocent forgetfulness I wouldn’t exactly be surprised.

She couldn’t handle more than one person talking at a time. Like, we’d have break periods, or group work, or something and all the talking made her go wide-eyed and batty. She’d look overworked and anxious and would be darting around the room trying to do work or something but she couldn’t focus and she’d yell at anyone who tried to talk to her directly. I remember one time she was using this boys desk for something so he asked “where am I supposed to sit?” and she snapped “Sit on the ceiling for all I care!”. And this kid was the Class Clown™ , so he immediately grabbed a chair in one hand and started climbing the bookcase to try and reach the ceiling. She’s standing right next to this and doesn’t even notice. He got all four chair legs planted on the ceiling and was trying to somehow maneuver his way into the chair (I really don’t know what the plan was exactly- he was really tall and it was a small building, so I think he probably had the idea that if he can get his body upside down and in the chair, and stretch out his arms like a hand-stand to hold onto bookcase, he could arguably sit on the ceiling.) but he slipped. Crashed into my desk and the two desks next to me, knocked over the book case, broke the chair in half and hit the desks with enough force to knock them down lower. It was hilarious. Everyone was loosing their shit cracking up (he was fine) and it still took Stubel like five minutes to notice his lying out across the desks right in front of her eyes. She was pissed but how did she miss any of it in the first place? She was barely being helpful in whatever it was she was trying to do.

This was the year the Phillies were going to the World Series, and all the grades were having a Phillies Rally in the cafeteria so a news crew was coming to the school and each class was supposed to come up with fun little cheers for them to broadcast. Multiple cheer ideas were presented to her and she vetoed all of them, someone even suggested just singing the damn eagles theme song with replaced words and calling it a day but she vetoed that too, she was very adamant that she could come up with a cheer all by herself and it’ll be the best one (whoever had the best cheer was winning like an ice cream day or something idk). And then like…literally five minutes before the rally she just hands us signs with the letters and was like ‘we’re just gonna spell out Phillies it will be cute won’t it my strudels???’. We were the weakest class there, predictably. I think we lost to the kindergarteners. There might still be a video online of me yelling “ i “ passionately at the top of my lungs. It was online bc our cheer was so bland the news crew cut it out of the broadcast.

I literally can’t say enough about how she never taught us anything. She’d be going on some tangent about how she doesn’t understand the science behind skiing, and I’d be like “Okay yes but please can you just tell me where Romania is on a map???” And she’d start fights whenever someone actually wanted to learn. It was so easy to get her angry but so hard for her to stay on topic. Kids started teaching the class themselves! Like seriously, she’d be rambling and one of us would just go up to the podium, open the teacher’s guide textbook and just start reading out loud and talking over her. By the time she noticed we’d be halfway through a lesson. And we understood it better than when she tried! You know something’s wrong when pre-teens are more qualified for a job than an adult who supposedly went to school for this.

We were in the church having run-throughs for our upcoming Confirmation and she almost set the church on fire…fifteen different times. In less than half an hour. How hard is it to hold a candle?

Okay, and here’s when stuff starts kicking up. It was October 28th, a Tuesday, and it was our last day of school that week because they were having parent-teacher conferences the rest of the week. So we were just hanging out, watching movies in class and reading (lord knows we weren’t learning), and Stubel calls me over to her desk.

So like, she had given everyone little bags with candy for Halloween, but I get up there and she hands me an extra one. And she’s like “Molly I know your birthday is tomorrow and I bought you a present but I left it on my coffee table this morning by accident! So just have the candy for now!”

And I’m like….”Ma’am I’m like, the sixth birthday this year. You didn’t give anyone else presents?”

And she goes “Oh, I know but this is a special secret surprise. I just know you’re gonna love it! Do you wanna stop by my house later this week to pick it up or should I just give it to you Monday after school?”

And like…In writing this sounds like a non-threatening exchange, and like, it was, but I felt so uncomfortable holy shit. I’m looking over my shoulder and shooting my friends SOS signals. Something about this felt so weird in my gut omfg. I told her thanks and I’d just see her Monday.

So we flash forward to Wednesday- my 13th birthday, the day the Phillies won the world series, and also the day my mother innocently strolled into the school for her meeting only to be met with screaming, the sound of heavy destruction, and the school secretary Mrs. Daily running at her in a panic, waving her arms and yelling “YOUR MEETING IS CANCELLED YOUR MEETING IS CANCELLED GET IN MY OFFICE NOW!”

So my poor mother, who thought she could handle this whole meeting in a few minutes and barely be an hour late for work, is now barricaded in the front office with the school secretary, as the noises from down the hall get louder and louder. The woman explains that they had gotten so many complaints about Mrs. Stubel that this morning, when she got to the school, the principal Sister Patricia called her in and said “Listen, we need you to be professional and still have the parent conferences, but we have to let you go. We just don’t think you fit in well here, and the kids need to come first and feel comfortable in their school.” and like, I’m paraphrasing because I wasn’t there, but we all know she was very polite and professional about it.

Mrs. Stubel, however…was not.

She flipped her chair and stormed out of the office, and locks herself in the seventh grade classroom. She started wrecking the shit out of that place, screaming obscenities and the top of her lungs, they had to call the cops on her! She was locked in there for almost an hour! And let me just give you a nice little list of everything she did in that classroom:

  • Smashed three windows.
  • Threw everything off her desk and carved swear words all over it.
  • Got cleaning fluid that she knew would damage the chalk boards, smeared it all over.
  • Cracked the chalk boards by repeatedly smashing chairs against them.
  • Wrote swear words all over the walls and on desks
  • Went into students desks, ripped up their books.
  • Stole my glasses. (which were in my desk bc I only used them in class at the time)
  • Threw some desks around.
  • Carved swear words into the boards. (there was so much carving I’m assuming she just had a knife on her person, which has to lead to the question, did she have a knife on her while she was in class with us?)
  • Physically ripped the hooks to hang backpacks on out of the wall.
  • Knocked the closet door off it’s hinges.
  • Ripped up all the books in the bookcases and threw their pages all around the room.
  • Wrote lewd phrases inside student’s desks.
  • Broke multiple chairs.
  • Used her podium as a battering ram against the wall that’s in front of where the backpacks go. (the wall won but Damage Was Inflicted)
  • Set a fire in the trash can.
  • When the principal and other teachers started trying to get in, she tossed her rolling chair at the door to scare them off.
  • She was screaming curse words at the top of her lungs the entire time, and cursing the school and the kids and the principal and the church in general, and the school building was small, so all the parents and the smaller children that had to come to the meetings (who were locked in their respective classrooms in fear) heard everything.
  • So much more? But it’s 4:30 in this morning and this list is already long.

So my mom is in the front office and deadass the

entire police force

shows up, running down the hallway to the classroom yelling at her to stop, and it takes a while for them to get her out holy shit. They knocked down the door and she tried to escape out of one of the broken windows! But they got her and dragged her out.

So of course, in such a small school with very involved parents this shit spread like wildfire. The entire town knew within the day. The poor principal called the newly retired old-seventh grade teacher and was like “So we…need some help” and the lady was like “I already heard I’ll be there Monday” omfg. I remember I got a text from one of my classmates saying “if your birthday wish was for us to be set free from the beast I love you” omfg.

So, we eventually go back to school on Monday and everyone’s buzzing. The principal has us go to the cafeteria and she ‘delicately’ explains the situation, and that the old teacher is coming out of retirement for us, the school has a restraining order against Mrs. Stubel now and that she’s sorry we had to deal with this mess. Our classroom had to go under some heavy reconstruction before we could be let back in there, so for like two weeks we alternated between the cafeteria and the preschooler’s classroom, we had no books or anything, just provided loose-leaf paper and pens. It was like, surreal, but everyone was just so happy to be rid of her and to be in the presence of a competent teacher omfg. We eventually were able to get back into our usual classroom.

  1. It took a while for things to go completely back to normal, though. After the big spectacle she made, for weeks after she was fired we were all very scared of the possibility of Mrs. Stubel returning to the school with a gun in hand. It was always a topic we whispered about at lunch with wide eyes and shivers. Like…genuine nightmare scenario.
  2. About two weeks after she was fired, a boy in the back of the classroom gasped loudly during SSR, and when we all looked at him, he whispered in anger “She never gave us our freakin’ strudels!”
  3. About three months after she was fired, we were lined up at the door to go to Library when a few of us looked through the windows and saw something darting through the trees. It was fast and we couldn’t make anything out, so we let it drop. When the class and teacher returned half and hour later, the book she had borrowed months before from one of the boys was sitting on his desk. It was just laying there, the room was silent, nothing had been disturbed…but I have never seen a book look so threatening. People were freaking out. Someone kept insisting that she turned the book into a bomb. No one figure out how she got in the school, and no one could figure out how she got it on the right desk, as we had switched the seating arrangement since she had last been there.  
  4. A full six months after she had left, it was nearing the end of the school year and our class was dicking around during our last computer class. Someone found a website (that we weren’t allowed to be on) that pulls up any police records attached to whoever’s name you enter, so someone decided to search Mrs. Stubel as a joke. We ended up finding out she had like six DUI’s.

Aaaaand that’s the story of the horrendous teacher I had for two months in 7th grade. One of my favorite party stories but tbh she still haunts me™ .

DOCTOR DREAMY | PT.2 [M]

pt1 | pt2 | (ongoing)

pairing: jimin x reader

genre: smut, fluff, slight angst + expecting parents au

word count: 11,035

request: sperm donor ex-boyfriend jimin

description: Okay, maybe in hindsight asking your ex-boyfriend, who you never really got over, to be your sperm-donor wasn’t the brightest of ideas.

cr. 


six years prior.

“Do you wanna have kids one day?”

Jimin tilted his head as if to ponder the idea before tugging you across the bed until you were leaning against his chest, curious eyes catching your own.  

“Sure, I mean one day. One day, far, far away,” He said, pointing his finger off into the distance jokingly.

You laughed, hand skimming along the back of his neck. “Yeah, me too.”

“Any particular reason why you’re asking?” He said as he began playing with the strands of your hair.

“I dunno,” You shrugged. “We’ve been dating for a long time, just thought that it’s something we should know about each other.”

Jimin nodded, “No, you’re right. It’s kind of something you should figure out before things get too far in the relationship… Guess we waited a bit too long, but we’re on the same page, so that’s good,” He smiled, leaning down to place a short peck against your lips.

“So that means you think that information will be put to good use one day?” You asked, quirking your brow to insinuate.

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history of the entire world, i guess; a transcript

hi. you’re on a rock, floating in space. pretty cool, huh? some of it’s water. fuck it, actually most of it’s water. i can’t even get from here to there without buying a boat. it’s sad. i’m sad. i miss you. how did this happen? a long time ago, actually never, and also now, nothing is nowhere. when? never. makes sense, right? like i said, it didn’t happen. nothing was never anywhere. that’s why its been everywhere. it’s been so everywhere, you don’t need a “where”. you don’t even need a “when”. that’s how “every” it gets. (pause). forget this. i wanna be something, go somewhere, do something. i want things to change. i want to invent time and space. and i know it’s possible because everything is here and it probably already happened. i just don’t know when to start. and that’s exactly where it started. (background noise) woah. i… paused it. i think there’s a universe now. what’s it made of? quarks and stuff. ah, that’s a thing, in a place. don’t like it? try a new place, at a different Time™. try to stick together because the world is gonna get bigger and emptier. but it’s not empty yet. it’s still very full, and about a kjghpillion degrees. (about no seconds later). great news! the quarks are now happily married in groups of three called a “proton” or a “neutron”. and there’s something else flying around too that wants to join in but can’t cause it’s still to (HOT). (about ten minutes later). great news! the protons and the neutrons are now happily married to each other (some of them even doubled up). (about 380,000 years later). great news, the electrons have now joined in. congratulations, the world is now a bunch of gas in space. but it’s getting closer together and it’s getting closer together and it’s getting closer together. it’s a staaaar. new shit just got made. some stars burn out and die. bigger stars burn out and die with passion! and make some brand new way crazier shit. space dust! which allows newer, more interesting stars to be made, and then die, and explode into even crazier space dust. so now stars have cool stuff around them, like rocks, ice, and funny clouds, which can make some very interesting things. like this ball of flaming rocks, for example. holy shit, we just got hit with another ball of flaming rocks, and it kinda made a mess. which is now the moon. weather update: it’s raining rocks from outer space. weather update: those rocks might’ve had water inside them and now there’s Hot Steam in the sky. weather update: cooler temperatures today, and the floor is no longer lava. weather update: its raining. severe flooding alert: the entire world is now an ocean. volcano alert: that’s land. there’slifeintheocean. what? something’s alive in the ocean. oh cool, like a plant or an animal? no. a microscopic speck! it lives at the bottom of the ocean and eats chemical soup which is being served hot and fresh made from gnarly space ingredients leftover from when it was raining rocks or whatever. oh yeah, and it can do that. it has secret instructions written inside itself telling it how to build another one of itself. so that’s pretty nifty, i would say. tired of living at the bottom of the ocean? now you can eat sunlight. using a revolutionary technique you can convert sunlight into food. taste the sun. side effect: now there’s oxygen everywhere and the sky’s blue. then the earth might’ve been a snowball for a while, maybe even a coupla times. it’s a sponge, it’s a plant, it’s a worm and some other types of weird strange water bugs and strange fish. it’s the Cambrian explosion. “wow, that’s animals and stuff.” but we’re still in the ocean. hey, can we go on land? NoO. why? the sun is a deadly lazer. oh okay. not anymore there’s a blanket. now the animals can go on land. come on, animals, let’s go on land! “nope, can’t walk yet. and there’s no food yet so i don’t care.” (100 million years later) ok, will you learn to walk if there’s plants up here? “maybe,” said some bugs, and fish. “uh. uh. uh.” (five million years later) “ok so i can go on land but i have to go back in the water to have babies.” (idea) learn to use an egg. “i was already doing that.” use a stronger egg, and put water in it, have a baby, on land, in an egg. water is in the egg, baby, in the water, in the egg. works for me. bye bye ocean. aaand now everything is huge. including bugs. wanna see a map of the land? sure. ah fuck, now everything’s dead. just kidding here are the survivors. keep your eye on this one because its about to become the dinosaurs. here’s another map of the land. yeah, it broke apart, don’t worry about it, it does that all the time. here comes a meteor. and the dinosaurs are gone. its mammal time! here come the mammals. look at those breasts. now they’re gonna dominate the world, and one of them just learned how to grab stuff. and walk. no, like, walk like ‘that’. and grab stuff at the same time. and bang rocks together to make… pointed rocks. “ouch.” and set things on fire. “yeouch.” and make crazy sounds with their voice (“gneurshk.”) which can mean different things. that’s a human person. and now they’re everywhere, almost. ice age. what? you can walk over here? cool. not anymore. i guess we’re stuck here now.

let’s review. there’s people on the planet. and they’re chasing their food. fuck it, time to plant some grass. look at this, i control the food now. now everyone will want to be my friend and live near me. let’s all build houses except mine is bigger because i own the food. this is great, i wonder if anyone else is doing this. tired of using rocks for everything? use metal. it’s underground. better farming was just invented in a sweet dank valley right in between these two rivers, and the animals are helping. guess what happens next. more food, and more people who came to buy the food. now you need people to help make the food and keep track of the sales. and now you need houses for people to live in, and people to make the houses. and now there’s more people and they invent things, which makes things better and more people come. and there’s more farming and more people to make more things for more people. and now there’s business, money, writing, laws, power. sociiiety. coming soon to a dank river valley near you. meanwhile, out in the middle of nowhere, the horse is probably being tamed. why is all my metal so lame and lumpy? tired of using lame, sad metal? introducing bronze, made with special ingredient tin from the far lands of tin land. i don’t know, my dealer won’t tell me where he gets it. also, guess what - egypt. meanwhile, out in the middle of nowhere, they figured out how to put wheels on a horse. now we’re getting somewhere. also, china. and did i mention indusrivervalleycivilization. norte chico. the middle east is getting more complicated, maybe because it’s in the middle of the east. knock knock- er, clop clop, it’s the people with the horses? and they made an empire! and then everyone else copied their horses. greeks! ah look, it must be the greeks, or a beta version of the greeks. let’s check in with the indus river valley civilization. they’re gone. guess who’s not gone? china. new arrivals in india. maybe it’s thosehorsepeopleiwastalkingabout or theircousinsorsomething. and they wrote some hymns and mantras and stuff. you could make a religion out of this. there’s the bronze age collapse. now the phoenicians can get down to business. also, can we switch to a metal that’s a little easier to find? thanks. look who came back to israel, it’s the twelve tribes of israel. and they believe in god. just one though, he’s got like a ten step program. here’s some huge heads, must be the olmec. the phoenicians make some colonies. the greeks copy their idea and make some colonies. the phoenicians made a colony so big it makes colonies. here comes the assyrian empire. nevermind it’s the babylonian- median- it’s the persian empire. “wow, that’s big.” ah, the buddha was just enlightened! who’s the buddha? this guy, who sat under a tree for so long that he figured out how to ignore the fact that we’re all dying. you could make a religion out of this. oops, china just broke, but while it was breaking confucius was figuring out how to have good morals. ah, the greeks just had the idea of thinking about stuff. and right over here, alexander just had the idea of conquering the entire persian empire. it’s a great idea, he was…great. and now he’s dead. hopefully, the rest of the gang will be able to share the empire evenly between them. knock knock, it’s chandragupta, he says, “get the hell out of here, will you get the hell out of here if i give you 500 elephants? ok thanks bye; time to conquer all of india- or most of india”. but what about this part? that’s the tamil kings, no one conquers the tamil kings. who are the tamil kings? merchants, probably. and they’ve got spices. who would like to buy the spices? “me,” said the arabians, swiftly buying them and selling them to the rest of the world. hey, china put itself back together again with good morals as their main philosophy. actually they have three main philosophies. out here, the horse nomads run wild and free, and they would like to ransack your city. let’s check the greekification levels of the greekified kingdoms: greekification overload! “bye,” said the parthians, “bye,” said the jews. “hi,” said the parthians, taking over the entire place. “heyyyyyyyy,” said the romans, eating the entire mediterranean for breakfast. “thanks for invading our homeland,” said the jews, who were starting to get tired of people invading their homeland. “hi, everything’s great,” said some guy who seems to be getting very popular, and then gets arrested and killed for being too popular, which only makes him more popular. you could make a religion out of this. want silk? now you can buy it from china! they just made a brand new road to the world…or you can get there on water. “sick, new trade routes,” said india, accidentally spreading their religion to the entire southeast. hmm, that’s a good place for an epic trading kingdom. there goes buddhism, travelling up the silk road. i wonder if it’ll reach china before it collapses again. “remember the persian empire? yup,” said the persians, making a new one. axum is getting so powerful they would like to build a long stick. has anyone populated madagascar yet? let’s do it together. china is whole again…then it broke again. still can’t cross the sahara desert? try camels. “hell yeah, now we’ve got business,” said the ghana empire, selling lots of gold, and slaves. “hi i live in the roman empire and i was wondering, is loving jesus legal yet?” “no” “actually ok sure,” said constantine, moving the capitol way over here to be closer to his main rival. don’t worry about rome, it won’t fall. it’s the golden age of india. there’s the gupta empire. not chandragupta, just gupta, first name chandra, the first. guess who’s in rome? barbarians. what’s a barbarian? “non-romans,” said the romans, being invaded by non-romans. r.i.p. roman empire. or actually, just half is just fine. but it’s not in rome anymore so let’s give it a new name. the mayans have figured out the staaars. oh, and here’s a huge city, population everyone. the göktürks have taken over the entire eurasian steppe. great job, göktürks. how’s india? broken. how’s china? back together. how’s those trading kingdoms? bigger, and there’s more of them. korea has three kingdoms. japan has a kingdom, it’s the sunrise kingdom.

deep in the arabian desert, on the top of a mountain, the real god whispers in muhammad’s ear, so he goes down to the cube where everyone worships gods, and he tells them their gods are all fake. and everyone got so mad at him that he had to leave town and go to a different town. you could make a religion out of this. and maybe conquer the world as well. the roman empire is long gone, but somehow the pope is still the pope. plus there’s new kingdoms all over europe. i wonder if there’s room for moors. here’s all the wisdom, in a house. it’s the baghdad house of wisdom, just in time for the islamic golden age. “let’s bring stuff to the coast and sell it, and become the swahili on the swahili coast,” said the swahili on the swahili coast. remember this tiny space you have to go through to get from here to there? someone owns that now. wanna get enlightened in the middle of nowhere? the franks have the biggest kingdom in europe, and the pope is so proud that he invites the king over for christmas. “surprise, you’re the new roman emperor,” said the pope, pretending to still be part of the roman empire. then the franks broke their kingdom into what will later be called france and not france. the northerners, or just norse if you don’t have that much time, are exploring. they go north, from the north to the northern north, and they find some land. two types of land, and they name them accordingly. they also invade some other places and get called many names, such as vikings. there’s the rus, the kievan rus. are they vikings? “i don’t think so,” said the kievan rus. ok, fair enough. the pope is ready to make some more emperors of the roman empire, the holy roman empire. it’s actually germany but don’t worry about it. new kingdoms! christianizeallthekingdoms. which brand would you like? “mine’s better,” “mine’s better,” “mine’s better”. “time to conquer england,” said william. it’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s the seljuk turks. “ahh!” said the byzantine empire, who’s getting so small it almost doesn’t exist anymore, “we need help!” they need help, so they call the pope. “hey pope, can you help us get rid of the seljuks? maybe take back the holy land on the way? come on, i know you wanna take back the holy land.” “yes, i do actually want to do that. let’s do a crusade.” crusade. they did many crusades, some of which almost didn’t fail, but at least the italians got some sweet trade deals. goodbye mayans. hello toltecs, goodbye toltecs, hello mississippi. look at those mounds. there’s the pueblo. i always wondered how to build a town in a cliff. guess who’s here? khmer. where? here, and pagan is there, and vietnam unconquered itself, korea just became itself, and japan is so addicted to art that the military might have to take over the government. china just invented bombs, and typing. and the mongols just invaded most of the universe. nice going, genghis. i bet that will last a long time! some of the islamic turks were unaffected by the mongol invasions because they were busy invading india. is it tonga time? i think it’s tonga time. i just found out where the swahili gets all their gold. look at this chad (means lake), there’s an empire there, right in the middle of africa. the king of mali is so rich he’s going on tour to let everyone know. “wow, that guy’s rich,” everyone said. the christians are doing a great job of conquering iberia which will soon be called spain and not spain. please remain christian. we will check in later to see if you are still christian when you least expect. whoops, half of europe just died. ming. china’s back, yay. hey khmer, time to share, new kingdoms here and there. oh look who controls all the islands, its the mahajapit. majahapit, mapajahit, mahapajit, mapajahit, majapahit? oh, italy’s really rich, time for them to care a lot about art and the ancient classics. it’s kinda like a rebirth. here’s a printer, lets make books. so you think you can conquer the byzantine empire? “yep,” said the ottoman turks. nice job, ottoman turks. whoops, you missed a spot; don’t forget to ban europe from the indian spice trade. “what? that’s bullshit,” said portugal, spiceless. well i guess we’ll have to find another way to india. “wait,” said christopher colombus, probably smoking crack, “if the world is round, lets go this way to india!” “nah, don’t worry we already got this,” said portugal. so chris goes to spain. “hey spain, wanna hire me to go find india by going around back of the world?”  “no.”  “please?”  “no.”  “please?”  “no.” “please?” “ok.” so he sails into the ocean, and discovers more ocean, and then discovers ‘the indies’ and ‘japan’. let’s draw a line to decide who gets which half of the world. the aztec and inca empires are off to a great start. i wonder if they know that europe just discovered their continent. the habsburgs are marrying into so many royal families they might have to start marrying each other. move over lithuania, here comes moscow. ivan wants to make russia great again. move over timurids, maybe go invade india or something. persia just made persia persian again. let’s make it the other kind of islam, the one where we thought the first guy should’ve been the other guy. hey christians, do you sin? now you can buy your way out of hell. “that’s bullshit, this whole thing is bullshit, that’s a scam, fuck the church, here’s 95 reasons why,” said martin luther, in his book which might have accidentally started the protestant reformation. “you know what would be magnificent?” said suleiman, wearing an onion hat, “what if the ottoman empire was really big, which it is now.”  “what if russia was big,” said ivan, trying not to be terrible. portugal had a dream that they controlled the entire indian ocean, including the spice trade, and then that dream was real. and spain realised that this is not india, but they pillaged it anyway. “damn,” said england and france, “we gotta start pillaging some stuff.” then the dutch revolt and all the hipsters move to amsterdam. “damn,” said amsterdam, “we gotta start pillaging some stuff.” question one: can you get to india through north america? no, but at least there’s beaver. question two: steal the spice trade. that’s not a question but the dutch did it anyway. sugar. guess where all the sugar’s made? in brazil. stolen! in the carribean, and it’s so goddamn profitable you might forget to not do slavery. the next thing on russia’s to-do list is to get bigger. britain and france are having a friendly discussion about who should control the entire world, more specifically, ohio. then it escalates into a seven year discussion, giving prussia a chance to show austria who’s boss. but what about britain and france, did they figure out who’s boss? yes they did, it’s britain. guess who’s broke? also britain. so they start taxing the hell out of america.

“fuck you,” says america, declaring their independence, and fighting for it. france helps them win, now france is broke. and britain will have to send their prisoners to a different continent. wait if france is broke, why do the king and queen still wear such fancy dresses? “let’s overthrow the palace and cut all their heads off!” said robespierre, cutting everybody’s head off until someone eventually got mad and cut his head off. you could make a reli- no don’t. haiti is starting to like the idea of a revolution, especially the slaves, who free themselves by killing their masters. “why didn’t we think of this before?” wait, who’s in charge of france now? “me,” said napoleon, trying to take over europe. luckily, they banished him to an island. but he came back. luckily, they banished him to another island. there goes latin america, becoming independent in the latin america wars of independence. britain just figured out how to turn steam into power, so now they can make many different types of machines and factories with machines in them so they can make a lot of products real fast. then they invent some trains, and conquer india and maybe put some trains there. “hey china,” said britain, “buy stuff from us.” “nah, dude we already got everything,” says china. so britain tried to get them addicted to opium, which worked actually, but then china made it illegal and dumped it all into the sea. so britain threw a hissy-fit and made them open up five cities and give them an island. britain and russia are playing a game where they try to stop each other from conquering afganistan. also the sultan of oman lives in zanzibar now, that’s just where he lives. india had a revolution, and they would like to govern themselves now. “nope,” said britain, governing them even harder than before. technology is about to go crazy. the united states finally figured out whether slavery is good or bad. “it’s bad,” they decided. and then they continued manifesting their destiny, which is to kill the rest of the natives and take their land, and maybe kick out the mexicans too. “i know, let’s rape africa,” said europe, scrambling to see who could rape it the fastest. they never got ethiopia.  britain and france are still hungry. they never got thailand. the united states ran out of destiny to manifest, so they’re looking for more. hawaii. cuba. wait spain controls cuba. “well, blame something on them and go to war! what should we blame on them? let’s blame the maine on spain!” so they blame the maine on spain. now we’re in business. to celebrate, they kick panama out of panama and make a canal, connecting the two oceans. britain just found oil in the middle east. it makes cars go. china is so tired of being bossed around that they delete their old government and make a new stronger government, which is accidentally weaker and controlled by a guy from the previous government. europe hasn’t had a war since the last war, so they start world war one. look at those guns. it’s gonna be a great war, so great we won’t need a second one. after it’s over, they blame germany. russia went on strike and the workers overthrew the government. now everyone’s paycheck is the same. communism, in the soviet union. the arabs revolt, and britain helps. now the ottoman empire is gone, so we can give the jewish people a place to live. hopefully the arabs won’t mind. “let’s cut the cake,” said sykes and picot, carving up the remains of the not-so-ottoman-anymore empire. except turkey, turkey makes a brand new turkey. and then the saudis conquer arabia. it just seemed like the right thing to do. hello? yes, it’s the 1920s calling. let’s get in a car and drive to a party and listen to the jazz on the radio and go to the movies. the economy’s great and it’ll probably be great forever. just kidding. germany’s back, featuring hitler, the angry mustache model. he’s mad at the jews for existing. japan is finally conquering the east, and they’re so excited they rape nanking way too hard. they should probably just deny it. hitler’s out of control, so the international community tackles him and tries to explain to him why killing all the jews is a bad idea, but he kills himself before they could explain it to him. that’s world war two. bonus round: pacific showdown, united states versus japan. fight! finish him. let’s unite all the nations and have some world peace. seems legit. “hi i’m gandhi and if britain doesn’t get the hell out of india i’m going to starve myself in public. wow, that worked?” bonus: now there’s pakistan. actually two pakistans. one of them can be bangladesh later. the jews and the arabs finally figured out which one of them should live in the holy land. “me”, they both said at the same time. “let’s divide up the land so everyone’s happy.” sike! they both get angrier. look out china, there’s a new china in china. what’s on the menu? communism! “no thanks,” said the other china, escaping to an island. i wonder which one is the real china. there’s the korean war, korea versus korea, nobody wins, then it’s on pause forever. let’s meet the sponsors. oh, it’s the two global superpowers. they’re having a friendly debate over which economic system is good and which is an evil virus of satan. and they both have atom bombs. fight! wait no that would be the end of the world. let’s just keep it cool and spy on each other instead. and make sure we have enough atom bombs. “i’ll race you to space. now let’s make some more countries fight themselves.” europe is tired of pillaging other continents, so the continents they were pillaging are tired of being pillaged. so here’s a new map, with new countries. now you can’t tell who they’re being pillaged by. the united states finally decided whether racism is good or bad. they decided it’s bad, and the world agrees. south africa might need another minute to think about it. let’s check the world population. woah. okay. technology’s better too, that might keep happening. the soviet union decides to relax a little and accidentally falls apart. europe makes a union, so now they can all use the same money; except britain because they don’t feel like it. let’s check the mail. surprise! it’s on the computer! whoops, someone just attacked america, i bet they’ll remember that. phone call, surprise, it’s in your pocket! wanna learn everything? surprise, it’s on the computer! now your phone’s a computer, which is in your pocket. whoops, the economy just crashed. don’t worry, the big banks won’t fail, because they’re not supposed to. surprise, flying robots! with bombs. wanna print a brain? some people have no friends. some people have no food. the globe is warming, and the ocean is full of plastic. “let’s save the planet,” said everybody, not knowing how. “let’s invent a thing inventor,” said the thing inventor inventor, after being invented by a thing inventor. that’s pretty cool. by the way, where the hell are we?

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Twelve

Summary: You fly out for Asylum and meet up with the rest of the cast, only to find out that you have to do your first ever solo panel in front of two thousand fans
Words: 4.4k (+ tweets)
Jared x Reader x Gen, Misha, Kim, Briana, Danneel, Jensen, JJ
Warnings: smut-ish phone calls, mild angst, fluff
Beta: @blacksiren

IKYW Masterpost

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Your name: submit What is this?

In-flight wifi was a God sent gift on the flight to London.

Despite appearing calm and feeling tired, you couldn’t get to sleep for the first few hours due to anxious energy.

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Unexpected

Word Count: 1600 ish

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: The reader finds out that she’s pregnant and has to find a way to tell Sam.

Warnings: Unplanned pregnancy. Brief mention of depression (like, literally one sentence). Angst. I think that’s all, but forgive me if it’s not.

A/N: Yes, I know that this is quite a common trope, but I just couldn’t help myself :) Enjoy my rendition of Sam finding out that you’re pregnant!

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It was hard to put into words how you had felt for the past few weeks. Extreme fatigue and nausea had been keeping you sidelined from hunting for too long now. You felt off, almost as if there was something that was completely changed within you.

Of course Sam and Dean picked up on your behavior change. After being their roommates and hunting partners for almost three years now, they were used to your normal and abnormal mannerisms. Dean never vocalized it to you, but he thought you were experiencing side effects of depression. You never ruled that out - after all of the horrors you had seen, you were sure that it was a possibility.

Sam on the other hand, was very vocal about his thoughts that you were physically sick. He had seen you at your rock-bottom worst, and he thought that this time it was different.

The relationship you had with Dean was brotherly. You teased one another, fought one another, but ultimately, loved each other unconditionally. He was family to you.

In contrast to Dean, Sam was not so brotherly. You felt a spark when you were around Sam - you had never felt so loved when Sam was around. The way he would pull you in for an embrace kiss the top of your head was more emotionally charged than just a friend would do.

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The One With the Baby Fever

Another one shot coming ‘atcha!! also, side note, I am like so in tune with Brie and Daniel’s baby stuff. Like I watch the youtube videos and stuff, and I’m just so excited for them. and I don’t even know them??

this was roughly 16 pages in my notebook? so  i’m pretty sure this is the longest thing I’ve ever wrote. and I wrote in a bit of Dean’s pov so be aware of that *finger guns*

Dean Ambrose x Reader

While meeting Brie Bella’s new baby, Dean starts to feel some type of way.

There is now a part two!!! this is going to be a mini series.

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O Helga Natt, yousana style (for tomorrow’s clip)

Hey!

So here I am again with this fic that it’s going to be based on what I’d like to see tomorrow (final clip of 4x09) between Yousana + all the squads scheming together to get those two to talk

I really hope you enjoy it and that it’s not confusing with all the conversations.

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Have the world’s best summer”

He read it over and over again trying to make sense of what had happened.

For a moment he thought that Sana was finally giving him a chance, he had been over the moon for 5 minutes, the time that it took for her to answer to his text saying that she couldn’t meet him and that she wished he had a nice summer, the world’s best summer, well guess what, he wasn’t.

He looked down at his phone and noticed he had one more notification, a missed call from Noora. Why would Noora called him? He was about to find out.

“Hello?” Noora said

“Hi, Noora? I have a missed call from you?”

“Oh, yes, it’s true. I called you yesterday”

“What for?” Yousef asked

“Uh…well actually it’s because you weren’t answering Sana’s text. I know it sounds stupid but I was worried”

“I left my phone at work and I haven’t got it until now” Yousef explained

“That makes sense.” Noora said “So, did you text Sana back?”

“Yes”

“And when are you meeting?”

“Apparently never” he said bitterly

“Huh?”

“I asked her if we could meet on Friday and she said that she can’t this week and that she wishes I have a nice summer”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“I wish”

“Ah, I can’t believe this girl!” Noora said exasperated

“It’s okay Noora, she’s just not interested in me. I get it”

“No Yousef, you don’t get it. Look, I shouldn’t tell you this but she was really excited to meet you, she…she likes you Yousef and if she’s cancelled your date it’s because something must’ve happened”

“What do you mean she likes me? She doesn’t”

“She does and I’m going to find out what is going on”

“Wait! What should I do? Should I text her? Should I go to see her?”

“No, she clearly needs space. I’ll fix it, we’ll fix it”

“We?”

“I’ll find help, you just…keep on with your life like nothing happened”

“Noora, you just told me that the girl I’m in love with likes me back, you can’t expect me to act like nothing happened”

“For this plan to work you’ll have to”

“What plan?”

“Bye Yousef”

“Noora! What plan?” he said but she had already hanged up the phone.

Yousef sighed and sat down on the bed.

“She likes me” he whispered to himself with a goofy smile “she likes me”

—-x—-


“Pick up, pick up, pick up” Noora said pacing around her room nervously

“Hello?”

“Elias? Hi it’s Noora, Sana’s friend”

“Uh…hi?”

“I know this is weird but I need to talk with you”

“How did you get my number?”

“Vilde”

“Okay…what do you want to talk about?”

“What do you think about Sana and Yousef?” Noora just asked

“What do you mean?”

“What do you think about Sana and Yousef being together? Are you okay with that?”

“Sana and Yousef? I thought Yousef was with you”

“No! Why everybody keeps thinking that?. There’s nothing between us. He’s in love with your sister and she’s pretty much in love with him too”

“Oh…okay uh…Well, I’ve seen those two pining for each other since they met”

“So, you’re okay with them being together?”

“Yes, yes, I’m totally okay with it”

“Cool, ‘cause I need your help”

“My help with what?” Elias asked confused

“We need to get those two to talk. I have a plan. Are you in?”

“Yes, I’m in but what is the plan?”

“Meet me at my house in two hours and I’ll tell you. Oh! And bring the rest boys, they all need to know. And of course you can’t tell anything to Yousef or Sana”

 —x—

“Okay, everyone’s here right?” Noora said as she stood in the middle of the Kollektiv living room

Vilde, Eva and Chris were sitting on one of the couches while Mikael, Adam and Mutta sat in the other one. Isak and Even were also there both sitting on the floor with Isak between Even’s legs and his back resting against his chest. Eskild and Linn were also sitting on the floor around the table. Finally Elias was standing right beside Noora.

“Why are we here exactly?” Eskild asked

“Well, actually I don’t really need you or Linn but since you also live here I thought you could hang out with us if you wanted” Noora said shrugging

“So I don’t have to be here? I can go to my room?” Linn asked

“Yes, Linn you can”

See ya” Linn said standing up and leaving.

“Eskild?”

“Oh no Noora, I’m staying”

“Okay, so the thing is…we need to talk about Sana and Yousef”

“We need to get those two together and soon before Yousef leaves” Elias added

“So Sana likes Yousef? I mean we all knew Yousef’s been in love with her for years but Sana too?”

“Sana likes him a lot!” Vilde said excited

“She told me” Eskild added

“And me!” Isak said

“Okay so long story short, I got Sana to text Yousef so they could meet but then she backed off and…” Noora started

“I’ve talked to my mom. I asked her if she knew something about Yousef and Sana, I told her how I thought they liked each other and I really thought they should be together. Well, she told me that Sana received Yousef’s message while being with her and that she told Sana that she should think about the difficulties she’d have to face if she married Yousef. So basically?” Elias continued

“She backed off because she’s scared” Noora ended

Everyone in the room looked at them trying to process all the information.

“Are you sure you want to be with William, Noora? I mean you two would make a powerful couple” Eskild said pointing at Noora and Elias

“We’re here to talk about Sana and Yousef, Eskild” Noora said rolling her eyes “Okay so I talked to Yousef and I told him Sana liked him and that I’d fix it so that’s why we’re here, to fix it”

“And how are we going to do that?” Eva asked

“Well, we need to lie to them” Elias said

“On Friday Sana will be with us, we will be driving around with our van” Noora explained

“And us boys, we will be with Yousef and we will take him some place he and my sister apparently went in their first and only sort of date. Sana told Noora about it apparently” Elias said

“Yes, she told me that they had been playing basketball and that they had talked, like really talk, for the first time so I think it’d be nice if we plan their meeting there”

“So we will take Yousef there” Elias explained to the boys “Isak, Even you two can come if you want and also your boys. And the girls…”

“We will drive around with Sana and we will take her there without her knowing” Noora finished

Again everyone just stared at them.

“Yeah, I see what you mean” Mutta told Eskild pointing at Noora and Elias “They definitely make an interesting couple”

“Can we focus?” Elias said clapping his hands

“Have you understood what you have to do?” Noora asked “Any questions?”

Eskild raised his hand slowly

“Yes Eskild?”

“I have a question” he said turning to look at Adam and Mikael who were sitting on the couch “How long have you two been dating?”

“What? what are you talking about?” Adam said removing his arm from Mikael’s shoulder and sitting straight.

“You’ve been holding hands since you arrived” Eskild said

“No, we haven’t” Mikael said

“There’s nothing between us, we’re bros that’s it” Adam added

“Okay…whatever…not pressuring you. Just know that my gaydar never fails” Eskild winked at them

“We’re not together” Mikael said

“We’re not. Come on guys say something” Adam looked around waiting for someone to defend them but they were all awkwardly silent.

Guys?” Mikael asked

Even held back a smirk while Elias looked at the floor and Mutta scratched the back of his neck.

“So, what time should we meet tomorrow?” Mutta asked breaking the silence

“Around 8 will be okay, any more questions?” Noora said

 —x—

“Where are we going? I thought we were going to chill at Adam’s” Yousef said on Friday evening as he walked with the boys

“We were, but we thought that we could go to another cool place instead” Elias said

“What cool place?”

“Well…”

 –x–

“Why are you stopping Chris?” Sana asked as she sat inside their Loser van

“Uh, I think we can rest for awhile here” Chris said

“Where are we?” Sana said trying to look at the windows but Noora Vilde and Eva were blocking her view

“Okay Sana? We need to talk” Noora said

 –x–

“What are we doing here?” Yousef said when he realized where he was “What is this?”

“Yousef man, we need to talk” Elias said “We need to talk about my sister”

“Sana? What about her?”

Well, see that van parked over there?” Elias said pointing behind him “She’s inside”

“What? Why? What is going on?” Yousef said anxiously

–x–

“Sana…look where we are” Eva said moving so she could see

Sana got closer to the window and recognized the place instantly. They were on the basketball court where she and Yousef had had their first and only real conversation.

“But how? Why? What are we doing here?” Sana asked confused

“Yousef is here, Sana” Noora said “And you two need to talk”

“Noora…”

“Just listen to me okay?” she said “Sana that boy, he’s in love with you and you’re in love with him and I know you’re scared because you think that you two can’t be together, I know you think that it’ll be impossible but Sana he’s a good guy, you know that. He would never do anything to hurt you. And look, at the end of the day, this is your decision and we will respect it but you need to at least talk to him and tell him how you feel.”

 –x–

“Yousef I know you’re in love with my sister”

“Elias…I…”

“And she’s in love with you”

“What?”

“She’s in love with you but she’s scared. She thinks that you two can’t be together because you’re not muslim. But you are Yousef, you are the most muslim boy I know, you’re the best guy I know and I wouldn’t want anyone else for my sister. And I know you two can make it work. All you have to do is talk to each other, prove to her that you’re worth it”

 –x–

“Sana, are you really in love with him?” Noora asked

Sana nodded holding back the tears

“So go there and tell him”

 –x–

“Yousef, are you really in love with her?” Elias asked

Yousef nodded closing his eyes

“So go there and tell her”

 –x–

Sana took a deep breath and got out of the van. A few meters from her she saw Yousef standing with Elias and the rest of the boys, but he wasn’t looking at them, he was looking at him.

 –x–

Yousef saw her getting out of the van, his heart skipped a beat and before he could stop himself he started walking towards her, his eyes never leaving hers.

 –x–

She walked towards him and for a moment it was like the rest of the world didn’t exist. It was as if she was walking in slow motion, her eyes never leaving his.

 –x–

They kept walking towards each other until they were only a step away.

“I’m in love with you” both of them said at the same time

They stared at each other’s eyes, trying to process their words.

“I’m sorry” again, they spoke at the same time.

Yousef couldn’t help but chuckle while Sana shook her head smiling. They either didn’t talk at all or they wanted to talk at the same time.

“You first” Yousef nodded

“I’m sorry Yousef, I’m sorry for giving you mixed signals and for being always back and forth with you. I just…I’m in love with you but I’m scared, scared that we won’t work. I thought…I thought that I’d rather lose you now than in a few years” she said as tears were rolling down her face

“But you don’t have to lose me. Sana, I’m in love with you, I’ve been in love with you pretty much since I met you. And I know it’s not going to be easy and that we will have bad moments but I think that the good moments will be totally worth it. Sana I respect you and I respect your faith and I would never ever do anything to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“I know you wouldn’t…” She said sniffling

He swallowed hard trying to keep his own tears from falling

“Sana is your choice and I’ll respect it but…don’t you think that a chance of being together is worth the risk?”

“It won’t be easy” she warned him

“I don’t want easy, I want you, just the way you are”

“And you’re leaving tomorrow” she said looking at the floor

“I’m not”

“What?” she looked up at him frowning

“You said you couldn’t meet this week so I postponed the flight a month” he said shrugging

“What? Why would you do that?”

“Don’t you remember? Alt for deg girl”

Sana’s face lit up and her lips curved into a big smile. She took the step that was keeping them apart and wrapped her arms around his neck. He was taken aback for a moment but soon hugged her back.

“Does this mean you’re giving us a chance?” he whispered in her ear

She pulled apart and looked at him with a big smile

“Yes”

“Yeah?” he asked smiling

“Yes” she nodded

“SHE SAID YES!” he shouted using his hands to amplify his voice

Suddenly everyone started to cheer them, on one side the girl squad who had been standing by the van the whole time and were now hugging each other, and on the other side the balloon squad and the boy squad who were clapping their hands and patting each other’s backs excited.

“They’re going to think that you just proposed to me or something” Sana laughed

“I can’t help it. I’m the happiest man alive right now. Are you happy?” he asked grinning at her

“I’m happy” she said smiling right back at him.

——-x——

Prompt:  Hey I don’t know if you’re taking any prompts but I have one based on today’s clip… Noora has had enough of the will they/won’t they with Yousana, and decides to get the girl squad, balloon squad, boy squad/Evak etc to help her FINALLY get yousana together to talk and admit their feelings for each other. Basically everyone scheming to get those kids together.. thank you xx

So this is it!

I hope you’ve liked it!

If Julie screws up tomorrow at least we will always have this

Just imagine that Yousef and Sana walking towards each other was in slow motion okay?

And YES I’m going to hint at Elias x Noora and Mikael x Adam for the rest of my life until they’re canon

Thank you so much for reading!!!

psycho 06 / taehyung

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you are in love ☾ theo raeken

summary : theo raeken is in love, and it’s evident in all the little things he does for you, even when he doesn’t outright say it.

 insp. by you are in love by taylor swift

   If he hadn’t known it before, he knew it now, sitting at the lunch table outside of his school alone with his own thoughts. 

   Theo was surprised he hadn’t realized it before, but he was never very good at assessing his own feelings, and of course this situation would be no different. It should have been easy for him to read the signs, though. It had been easy for everyone else to understand it. The way his heart tried to beat out of his chest whenever he was around you, the pink tint of his cheeks when you smiled his way, the way you made his head spin and his brain go fuzzy. He realized now that this was all because of his feelings for you, the feelings he would never reveal to you in worry of irrevocably damaging your already tentatively salvaged friendship with him. You had been fine friends before, close even, until you had discovered what he had done to Scott. 

   The hurt look on your face, the betrayal in your eyes, had been haunting Theo even in hell ever since it had happened. His heart had sank in his chest when he saw the way you looked at him that day- like he was a monster- as you screamed at him that you hated him, that you never wanted to see him again. There wasn’t a day that went by where he didn’t hate himself for doing that to you, but he hadn’t tried to approach you. 

   He drummed his fingers on the table, contemplating this, his newfound feelings for you. He had probably felt this way for a long time, too oblivious in his own world of immense self destruction and a craving for glory to notice that he was falling deeper and deeper in love every day. He had ruined everything for himself. He hadn’t known heartbreak until the day you said you hated him, even if the dip in your heartbeat indicated that the words you spoke held no truth to them. Nonetheless, his own feelings were still true, even if he had avoided revealing them to himself. He couldn’t shake you, and wasn’t sure that he wanted to in the first place. 

   The comfortable, contemplative silence he had been bathing in was broken with the sound of soft footsteps making their way toward his empty table in the courtyard behind the school. He glanced up, straightening his posture when he saw you walking determinedly toward him. You slid into the bench seat across from him, your bag hitting the ground. You stared at each other challengingly, daring the other to speak first. It was Theo who broke, as usual. 

    “I thought you said that you hated me.” He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, glancing away. He was reliving the moment again, the moment of his epic demise with you glaring harshly at him and his heart breaking every time. He knew the first time it had been his own brashness, his own stupidity, that made you hate him, but if you were just here to yell at him again he wanted to be able to brace himself for another age of heart ache. He let out a sigh, mumbling, “and you said you never wanted to see me again.” 

     You stared at him, hard, until he eventually lifted his gaze toward you. “Look… I- I didn’t mean it. You must’ve known that when I said… when I said what I did, right? You had to have known.” You rested your elbows on the table, biting your hangnail on the side of your thumb. 

    Across the table, Theo cracked the smallest of smiles. “Aw, feeling a little guilty, babe?” He gave you a playful wink. You smiled back with a lighthearted roll of your eyes, shaking your head at him. 

     You were okay, and you couldn’t help but feel happy about it. 


    “Maybe I should take you back to your place,” Theo said to you, turning his face up. You were both lying on the grass at the park, not in the mood to deal with your respective families and seeking out the last bit of normality you could. For some reason, you had thought of each other when craving this bit of normalcy, hence why you were both staring up at the sky in an empty park at nearly two in the morning, sleep threatening to overtake you. “You look exhausted,” he repeated when noting that you were ignoring him. 

    You picked up your large iced coffee that he had bought you at a Dunkin Donuts too far outside of Beacon Hills to be considered to convenient, holding it up toward him. “That’s why you bought me this coffee, T. So we could stay up and discuss various things about life and whatnot while we hang out tonight. You know caffeine makes me jittery.” You shook the drink in his face, the ice cubes clinking together obnoxiously and making him cringe, his nose crinkling at you. You did it again, annoyingly so. Theo flinched away from the noise that you knew put him on edge, rolling away from you in the grass. “And you get made at me for calling you a dog.” 

   “Shut up,” he laughed, pulling his sweatshirt off once he sat up. There were grass stains all over the material because of his antics. He was lucky he didn’t get cold easily, because the combination of a nighttime breeze and the cold drink clutched in your hand had been making you shiver for over an hour already. Theo noted this with a smirk, shaking his head at you and clicking his tongue. “Forgetful little Y/N neglected to bring a sweatshirt yet again.” 

    “It’s only happened, like, twice!” You protested, elbowing him harshly in the ribs. It wouldn’t hurt him- he had a body like pure steel. Too tough to break most of the time. Theo held out his sweatshirt to you, but you made a face. “Ew, it smells like sweat and it’s dirty, Theo. Boys are all the same. Gross.”

     He wanted to see you in his sweatshirt quite badly, but instead said, “Fine, freeze then. I don’t care either way, sweets.” You deliberately ignored the nickname, as you always did. Finally, you pulled the sweatshirt on, enjoying the way the fabric practically swallowed your body up and the warmth it brought you. He gazed at you for a minute too long before you met his stare with those pretty eyes of yours that had been his salvation so many times in the past but for some reason hadn’t been able to save him from going over the edge and killing Scott that day. He looked away first, murmuring, “Cute.” 

    You paused. “Did you say something?” 

     “I said you look dumb,” he lied. “It practically drowns you.” He was teasing you, so you shrugged it off, smacking his shoulder before pulling your knees up to your chest and resting your cheek there. Thinking better of himself, Theo moved closer to you, his shoulder bumping against yours. He tried not to notice how pretty you appeared in the moonlight that washed you, but it was too much. “I’m just kidding. You look really pretty. Hey, look, we can see all the stars from right here-” he didn’t want you to dwell too much on the pretty comment, he liked you for so much more than just that, so took your hand and helped you point out the different constellations in the sky. 

    He had let go of your hand almost as quickly as he had grabbed it, but it was enough for him. 


   He forgot to ask for his sweatshirt back, but it was okay. He never liked it that much anyway. He thought it looked better on you. When you got home that night, after he had dropped you off, you didn’t bother to throw the sweatshirt in the wash. It was weird, but you liked that it smelled just as nice as Theo always did, so you hung it up behind your closet door and left it alone. You didn’t want to wear it, lest the pack get the wrong idea. 

   Sometimes, though, you weren’t sure if you cared. 

   Theo drives you to school every day, an iced coffee always waiting for you in the cupholder just the way he knows you like it. Sometimes he throws in a jelly donut, too, but more often than not he eats the donut himself because he can’t remember to buy two. “You know you don’t need to go out of your way to get me coffee every morning,” you said one day, pinching the straw between your fingers and taking a sip of your drink. 

   “Don’t feel special, I just like stealing your coffee,” he quipped. You held out your drink, and he turned his head to take a sip. “Thanks, doll,” he winked at you, like he always did when he was aiming to piss you off, but you didn’t even bat an eyelash. 

   “No problem, sweetheart,” you replied simply, as if it was the easiest thing in the world. He felt his face warm, and he tilted his head up to look in the mirror and saw that his cheeks were indeed a soft shade of pink. He hoped you wouldn’t notice. “You feeling okay, T?” You asked suddenly, pressing a hand to his face. “You’re really warm.” 

   He chuckled anxiously, moving his head away from you. “Yeah, I’m fine. No worries, Y/N. Ready for that English test?” You nodded eagerly, and he swore you were the only person he knew that would ever get excited about taking an exam. If it had been anyone else, he would have scowled at them and told them they were ridiculous to be hyped about a test, but it wasn’t just anyone. 

  It was you. 


   “Theo, can you come over?” Quivering voice, shaky breathing, you sounded terrified over the phone. Quicker than Barry Allen himself, Theo slid out of bed and began fumbling around for his shoes, not waiting for you to tell him what was wrong. It didn’t matter. What mattered was getting to you. 

   “On my way, Y/N,” he said softly, tying his laces with clumsy fingers as he tried to balance his phone between his cheek and shoulder. You sniffled on the other end, rubbing your nose harshly. “Are you hurt? Are you okay?” He was making his way out the front door, keys jingling. He opened the car door and slid into the front seat, trying to start up his car as quickly as he could. As he was pulling out of the driveway, you answered his previous question. 

    “I hate being alone a-and I just can’t take the dark anymore, okay? I’m really sorry.” Theo sighed with relief. He wouldn’t have been able to handle it if you had been in trouble, or hurt, or worse. He couldn’t even think about such things without wanting to rip his own heart out, it was that painful of a thought. “You don’t have to come over.” 

    “No, no, I’m already here,” he answered, parking his car. “Open the door for me?” The line went dead and he listened for your footsteps pounding down the stairs in your house as he made his way to the front door. When you swung open the door, your nose running and your hair in disarray, Theo immediately pulled you into a hug. Your hands were shaking as you clung to him. 


    In the darkness of your bedroom, you were sitting next to Theo on your bed, his arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders. You were scared of being alone sometimes, after everything that’s happened, which is why you had called him. It was embarrassing to think about, and you hated that you had been so vulnerable just a few minutes ago, but Theo made you want to let go of such insecurities. He was there for you. He made you not want to be scared, even in the pitch black darkness of the night with the silence overwhelming you. 

   “Thanks for being here, Theo,” you whispered, finding his shoulder in the dark and resting your head on him, curling your legs underneath you as he eased back into the headboard. 

    “You know I’ll always be here for you.” 

     “I do.” 

     A little while later, you both slid underneath the covers, doing your best not to touch. He had never stopped being nervous around you, no matter how cocky he was sometimes. He made sure not to overstep his boundaries despite sharing the same pillow as you, in the same bed. It was comfortably quiet this time. He almost fell asleep right there, but instead turned over so that he was facing your back instead of your window. “Y/N?” 

    You flipped over. “Yeah, T?”

     “You’re my best friend.” 

     And even though he didn’t come right out and say it, you knew what it was, what he meant. You reached out for him, taking own of his hands in your own and giving it a squeeze. He took a deep breath, feeling safer than he had in a long time. Before he went to sleep, he understood what this was, what he felt, better than he had before. He was in love. 

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1. “Holy shit, you’re real.”

29. “I did not scream.”


Holy shit, you’re real.” Were the first words you ever uttered to Harry Styles. You had somehow found yourself at an after party for some movie release or another -you couldn’t keep up anymore, considering your best friend was constantly dragging you to every one she had to go to for work. Due to this, you ended up making a lot of friends that also happened to be friends with Harry, and you knew soon enough you two would end up at the same event.

You weren’t going to lie; you would do absolutely anything Harry Styles asked you to do, and you hadn’t ever even met him. What you did know was he was gorgeous, and according to everyone around you he was also the nicest guy you would ever meet.

So here you were, leaning against the bar and watching your best friend try to pick up some rich old dude as you nursed one of the drinks someone had sent you a few moments ago. Of course, it was some creepy man who didn’t understand the word “no,” and you had to quite literally threaten to knee him in the balls so hard he could never have kids again to get him to go away, but you still ended up with a free drink. Beggars can’t be choosers, right?

“Reckon he’s not gonna be buying any girls drinks fo’awhile after that,” you heard a deep voice speak up from beside you, his voice full of amusement, and you knew who it was immediately. Now, if you hadn’t been slightly tipsy from the alcohol you had already downed, you probably would’ve been able to reply like a normal, functioning human being, but alas, you weren’t.

Holy shit, you’re real,” slipped out of your mouth before you could even process what exactly you were saying, and your words were met with Harry’s loud laugh, his head tilting back slightly as his eyes crinkled at the corners and holy shit, was he always this beautiful?

“That I am, love. Think I was a unicorn, or somethin’?” He knew who she was, because he had seen her with his friends many times on social media, and he was just waiting for the day they would finally run into one another. If anything, he should’ve been saying the same thing to her, because every time he arrived at a party he always caught a glimpse of her long hair trailing behind her as she exited. 

“No, definitely not a unicorn,” she shook her head, her nose scrunching as she looked at him and thought for a moment, “Maybe like a greek god.. Yeah, that works,” she was smiling now, and Harry couldn’t help but smile back.

After that night, you two saw each other on the regular. You made sure to stay at the parties until Harry arrived, and Harry always made sure to arrive slightly early, just in case. You were notorious for dipping out without saying a word to anyone, which was something that definitely frustrated Harry as you two became friends.


“I don’t know, love!” Harry was currently sitting on his bed as you were inside his bathroom, drying off from the shower you had just taken, and he was annoyed, “You could be lyin’ in a ditch somewhere and no one would know! Ya can’t just take off, love. How am I supposed to know y’safe?” He was scolding her about the night before when she had once again just taken off without a word, and Harry was tired of worrying about her; she had been doing this for a year now, and he was going to put an end to it. What if some man decided to grab her while she was walking home?

He didn’t have too long to dwell on the thought, because the next minute you were screaming your lungs out and zooming out of the bathroom, only a tight towel wrapped around your still wet body. Harry’s eyes were wide as he watched you clutching onto your towel to make sure it didn’t fall, but his eyes still wandered over your exposed legs and to the apple of your ass that was just peaking out from under the towel.

“The bloody hell?” 

“KILL IT! KILL IT KILL IT KILL IT! BURN THE ENTIRE APARTMENT DOWN!” You were shrieking now, your eyes frantic as you pointed to the bathroom, your feet scrabbling across the floor and jumping on top of the bed.

“Kill what? What the hell are ya on about now?” He was far too distracted by the sight of you jumping on his bed in nothing but a towel to really concentrate on anything that was happening right now, especially since the towel was slowly slipping and beginning to expose your perky breasts. 

“Harry fucking Styles I swear to god if you don’t stop oggling me and go kill the spider in that bathroom you will never get to fuck me,” your words were frantic but also sounded angry, but of course all Harry could focus on was the part where you implied if he did kill the spider, he’d get to fuck you.

After a few more minutes of you screaming at him and him teasing you, he finally went into the bathroom, opting to open the window and let it out rather than just killing it. When he finally emerged from the bathroom, you were now wearing one of his band t-shirts and a pair of simple black lace panties as you laid on your stomach on his bed, your fingers tapping away on your phone. He was quick to crawl on the bed, and soon he was plopping down on top of you, letting his entire body weight crush down on you.

“Get off me, you oaf,” you whined, dropping your phone and trying to buck him off of you, but that only resulted in your ass grinding against his bulge which was perfectly lined up with your ass.

“Well thas’ no’gonna get me off of ya,” he groaned, his head resting on your shoulder, “You screamed like a lil’ baby over a spider, didn’t know you were such a wimp,” his words were met with you swinging your elbow back to hit him as best as you could under his weight, but really it just resulted in you twisting your body at a weird angle.

I did not scream,” you huffed, even though you very well knew you did. Spiders were scary, okay?

“Hm, is that so?” He was rolling off of you now, his hands gripping onto your hips and pulling you right back against him, his legs intertwining with yours as he bumped his nose against yours, “Think I could probably make ya scream about somethin’ else.” 

You could literally hear a ringing sound in your ears at the suggestion; Harry and you had always been the flirty type since the night you met, but the thought of you both actually acting on it was enough to definitely make you want to scream again. For another reason though, of course.

Protected: Part One

Summary: Reader is the younger sister of Tony Stark. After a bad breakup with her abusive ex she moves into the Stark Tower and asks Tony to help her train so she can look after herself and feel safe. Having previously worked at S.H.I.E.L.D as a translator, she fits in with the team immediately and proves herself to be no damsel in distress but that isn’t to say she doesn’t welcome the protective aura of a certain super-soldier.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Tony x Steve, Wanda x Vision, Tony x sister!reader

Word count: 2,227

Warnings: mentions of abuse

A/N: when speech is in italics, it means they are speaking another language.

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“Tony?” you whispered through the phone, your voice shaky.

“Y/N? What’s up?” He had answered the phone cheerfully when you called, but now he sounded worried, his tone serious.

“Tony, please come pick me up. I- I don’t know where else to go bro,” you hesitated, “Jake he- well, I never told you because I knew you’d be angry and well, I mean, I thought he would stop. I thought I could get him to stop and then when he didn’t and I left he followed me and I couldn’t escape,” you muttered, your voice distressed.

“Y/N, Y/N. Tell me where you are. I’m already in my car,” Tony commanded. You heard a door slam through the phone.

“I’m near the bakery, the one Luisa used to take us to as kids.”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes.” He continued speaking to you on the phone, not once pressing to know more. Instead he spoke to you about his team; The Avengers. They had taken up residence in the newly re-named Avenger’s tower and Tony was eager for you to meet them in person instead of just reading about them in some file at work. Though he didn’t know what had happened, by the time he arrived, he had already convinced you to come and live with him and his team in the tower.

He pulled up next to you smoothly and pushed the passenger door open. You slid in, silently apologising to the car for getting its sleek leather seats all wet and dirty. You looked like a drowned rat.

The moment you were in he grasped your face, his fingers firm but gentle.

“What’s that bastard done to you Y/N?” he muttered, his eyes furious as they flickered over your damaged skin.

Silently, almost timidly, you showed him the other injuries - your bruised arms and the angry purple-red splotches blooming across your ribs.

Tony’s anger was silent, which you were glad for – you had had enough of loud angry men to last a lifetime. His fists clenched and unclenched, his jaw so tense you imagined you could hear his teeth grinding.

He drove you to his tower – your tower now too – silent all the way, but a comforting hand grasping your own.

Now you were standing in the elevator with him, his arm a protective guard around your shoulder.

“You’ll be well protected here Y/N. My security is the best of the best and everyone here will protect you in a heartbeat if you ever need them too. You’ll be safe,” he assured you.

You nodded, but already you had doubts. What about when you were on your own? You were strong and fit and you knew basic self-defense but that had never helped when it came to Jake. Your own abilities weren’t exactly suited to taking down dudes. Suddenly a fierce determination overcame you and you stood up straighter. This was not you. You weren’t a timid person. You were loud and vivacious and witty and strong.

“No,” you were glad to hear that your voice came out even, “I mean – thank you, and that will make me feel safer, but I want to be able to look after myself. I want to learn how to fight properly, against bigger, stronger men. Before Jake I was so determined to do so many things, like you. For gods’ sake I work for Shield, admittedly as a translator but I have higher clearance than you! I’m hardly a damsel in distress.”

He looked at you with a raised eyebrow and a proud smile slid onto his face, “We can certainly train you here. There’s definitely no shortage of people capable of teaching you. I’ll organise something for you, but for now, let’s just get you safe first, yeah?”

You nodded, smiling a little sheepishly as you leaned into his shoulder. You suddenly realised how exhausted you were, drooping slightly against his shoulder, “I need to ring in – I’m supposed to be at work tomorrow,” you mumbled, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

“Don’t worry about it Y/N, I’ll tell Coulson. Do you want me to tell him the truth or shall I just say you’re ill?” he asked quietly.

You appreciated that he asked, leaving the decision to you, “You can tell him. Phil and I are close and besides, if I start living at the tower and get training from one of the Avengers it’s hardly gonna be a secret for long why I want the training. People will put it together, with the bruises, the training and the sudden moving in. Obviously, I’m not asking you to go announce to everyone, but if any of the team ask, you can give them the footnotes.”

He nodded and the two of you lapsed into comfortable silence, waiting for the doors to slide open. You walked out of them, eyes on the floor, thoughts slow but still overwhelming.

“Oh hey babe, oh- who’s this-“ the person, a man, cut themselves off as they took in your appearance.

“Hey Capsicle, this is my sister Y/N. She’s going to be living in the tower now for, well, as long as she wants to,” Tony explained, smiling at you with some weird mixture of sadness and happiness.

You looked up at the tall man sleepily, the name Steve Rogers lazily wandering through your mind. It wasn’t the best time to be meeting your brother’s boyfriend, admittedly but it was well overdue. You were well aware of the man’s history with your father and had wanted to meet him for a while because of that as well.

“Nice to meet you Rogers; you make my brother happy so you’re good as far as I’m concerned. I, however, am about to collapse from exhaustion, so we’ll get to know each other another time, if that’s ok?” you said, giving him a lopsided grin.

He smiled cheerfully, “Sounds good to me ma’am,” he hesitated, “I hope you feel better soon,” then he turned to Tony, “I’ll be in the commons if you need me,” he gave Tony a cheeky grin and a peck on the cheek before jogging around you guys to catch the elevator as it closed.

You continued the walk to what you assumed were the living quarters, “He seems nice bro; I’m happy for you,” you said quietly.

“Yeah, Steve’s …” he smiled a little to himself, “Steve’s just … good. He’s a good man,” he gave you a sideways glance and smirked, “in more ways than one.”

You rolled your eyes, “Ew, TMI Tony. I do not need to know exactly how ‘good’ Rogers is, thank you very much.”

He laughed and smiled down at you, “Don’t worry Y/N, we’ll find someone good for you too.”

“Ah ah ah, I like ‘em a bit rougher around the edges than you do Tony. Your man’s good but too clean cut for my liking, I need a bit of scruff,” you said, your voice deadpan.

It was his turn to roll his eyes and for a moment you almost forgot the whole reason you were here in the first place. He seemed to remember at the same time you did and the air around you became heavier, your mood sombre.

“Right, c’mon, let’s find you a room. There’s a few down the end of the corridor that aren’t being used,” he led you down the corridor. On each of the doors was a plaque with a name on them. Some had two names, like Tony and Steve’s shared bedroom and Vision and Wanda’s.

“Ok, here we go,” he showed you the three bedrooms, all right at the end of the corridor and all massive. They were nice, in truth, and Tony began rambling on about all their features. However, you were easily distracted as it was and in your sleep-addled state, you found yourself wandering back down the corridor to one of the other ones.

“What about this one, Tony?” you called, just loud enough for him to hear.

You heard his rambling cut off and his head popped out of one of the other rooms, “Huh?”

“This one, it doesn’t have a name?” you stated, though it came out as a question.

“Oh that one, I mean, it is free but no one wanted it ‘cause it’s the smallest room. I mean it has a bathroom and a small walk-in wardrobe like all the others, but the room itself has just enough space for a double bed with a bit of movement space and that’s it,” he waved a hand in front of the sensor and the door slid open. You stepped inside.

Tony was right – it was small. But strangely enough, you liked it. There was just enough space that it didn’t feel cramped, just cosy, “Um, I’ll have this one, if you don’t mind?” you asked.

He smiled, “Of course. I’m gonna let you get settled in; you can have a shower if you want and I’ll find you some clothes to wear. Now I know you’re tired, but we are going straight to Dr Cho’s to make sure you’re all good once you’ve cleaned up, capiche?” He asked, his voice almost stern.

You smiled at his overprotectiveness, “Sir, yes, sir,” you said, snapping your heels together and saluting. He rolled his eyes but gave your arm a gentle squeeze where it wasn’t bruised and left you to settle in. You did as he said, revelling in the hot water of the shower even though it stung the bruises and cuts on your body.

When you finished, you found that there was a towel and a pile of clothes on the toilet seat – Tony must have come in and deposited them for you. As you dried off, you looked at yourself in the mirror. The bruising was bad, and yet it would look worse when it began to heal and turn yellow in colour. Your cuts were not too bad, mainly a few scrapes and scratches from trying to fight Jake off, and a small cut through your eyebrow that had bled profusely at first but had already begun to close. Your ribs felt as though they were on fire every time you breathed and you suspected you must have cracked one or something.

The T-shirt Tony left you was absolutely massive – you decided he must have picked up one of Steve’s, because your brother was not that buff, but the boxers and joggers fit ok, if a little loosely and you guessed they were your brothers. They were comfortable, soft against your sensitive skin and held that just-out-of-the-wash smell.

There was a light knock against your door and after you had called, “Come in,” Tony walked in. He smiled when he saw you, “You look better. Now, it’s not actually late at all, it’s like 5pm. So once we’ve seen Cho, you can come down to meet the group if you want or you can have a nap or whatever, but as long as you’re resting and happy.”

You smiled, “I’m not glass Tony, don’t worry. You won’t break me, but yes, I think I’m going to try and sleep. Jake and I – we er, well we were … arguing … into the early hours of the morning last night and then again earlier today. I’m exhausted.” You felt as though the events of the past few hours hadn’t hit you yet, like it was all a dream – you had really left him. The man you had been with for the past two years, the man who had changed so much so quickly once you moved in with him, was no longer a part of your life, at least, you hoped not. This wasn’t the first time you had tried to leave; last time he had followed and put you in the hospital, but the stronghold of the Avengers was slightly more fortified than your friend’s ground-floor apartment.

The visit to Cho’s was quick and confirmed your suspicions – you had cracked two ribs. She gave you painkillers for your injuries and cleaned your cuts properly, giving you cold packs to hold on your ribs to try and reduce swelling with instructions to sleep propped up for the next few days. Luckily the cut in your eyebrow didn’t need stitches and Jake hadn’t managed to give you a concussion so you were free to sleep for a bit once Dr Cho was finished. Cho had been very nice, talking to you easily and you already felt a friendship brewing between the two of you. Though she was gentle with you, she did not speak to you like a victim, instead treating you like any other patient, which you appreciated.

Once Cho had finished and Tony had led you back to your room you took a moment to look around the room, it was devoid of any personal touch or life but in a way you were glad. Now was a fresh start for you, and just like your life, your new room was a blank canvas on which you could paint what you wanted. The bedding was impersonal – grey but the mattress was so comfortable and the pillows so soft that you didn’t care, immediately falling asleep even with being practically upright and still feeling a muted burn from your ribs, dulled slightly by the painkillers.


@sgtjamesbuchananbarnes107th hope you like it! It gets a bit more exciting later on, promise!

Binary Star (V)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jaebum / Mark

Rating: PG

Word Count: 4,579

Summary: In some cases, these close binary systems can exchange mass, which may bring their evolution to stages that single stars cannot attain.”

You and Jaebum have been dating forever when Mark Tuan shows up in your classroom. You’ve always been against change - a bit debilitating, being a writer - but for some reason this new kid has you thinking there might be an upside to chaos.

Originally posted by igotsxven

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An old and homely grandmother accidentally summons a demon. She mistakes him for her gothic-phase teenage grandson and takes care of him. The demon decides to stay at his new home.

Sooo. I needed some practice after my writer’s block so I decided to write this random tumblr prompt and make it slightly bokuroo. Please don’t shoot me. Enjoy!


“Grandma, what the fuck.”

Language, Tetsurou,” his grandmother scolds goodnaturedly.

Kuroo stares and stares and stares, because seriously, what the fuck, grandma.

“Hey hey!” The man beaming behind her waves a hand enthusiastically in greeting. “Nice house!”

“It’s uh, not mine.” Kuroo says awkwardly, and pats his grandma gently on the shoulder.

“Thank you, dear,” she also beams.

Why the fuck is everyone beaming, Kuroo thinks, what is so great about this. The attic is a bit of a steep descent, and at his grandmother’s age, she really shouldn’t be climbing up and down with those knees.

“I got it,” the man and his incredibly thick arms literally block the way when Kuroo moves to lend his grandma an arm.

“Right,” Kuroo grits. It’s my grandmother, he thinks viciously, but the guy looks so damn happy it’d be like kicking a puppy.

‘The guy’ is a bit of an understatement, to be quite honest. Maybe grandma’s just left her specs at the kitchen table again, but those weird horns- not to mention the black and white hair- are definitely not ‘guy’-like. They’re… evil-like, and Kuroo is really worried about his grandmother.

Those claws don’t look too comfortable either, but her thick jumper solves that problem. At least he’s got proper feet, Kuroo supposes, it’d be a bit awkward getting about with hooves.

“Satan?”

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Treat you better (Zach Dempsey x Reader)

RequestHi can you do a Zach Dempsey imagine where the reader and Zach are best friends and are in love w/ each other but both don’t know and the reader is afraid to fall in love bc of past relationships so Zach tries everything to convince her he won’t be like the others? Thanks!

MASTERLIST

Word Count: 1648

Warnings: My english is bad, and please remember that its fiction. im not very good with locations so if there’s no beach nearby, now there is 

NA: i really enjoyed writing this and I hope not to disappoint anyone. I’ve made some changes too, so let me know ;)


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anonymous asked:

Rfa+v+saeran cheating on the mc ? But they make up after a while :''>

☆o(><;)○ I don’t mind writing them cheating for angst purposes, but I am not going to write them getting back together.
Nothing against you, it’s just a personal pet peeve due to many failed relationships I’ve watched over the years. Don’t… Get back with someone who cheated on you. Odds are they’ll do it again, and think you’re just someone for them to fall back on.

Yoosung

- He loved you, he really absolutely did

- But… You always treated him like a kid. He was just a year younger than you! 

- He never really let it bother him much until he met a girl on the Shooting Star sever. I mean, it wasn’t anything new- A lot of his guild mates where girls and you knew that. But, she looked up to him? Treated him like he was a really strong guy?

- He appreciated it and didn’t really let it advance until she offered him some super rare items she had happened upon. Stuff he never ran into all his years of playing! 

- But if he wanted it… He had to send a few shirtless pictures.

- That wasn’t too bad, right? I mean, guys walked around without their shirts! I was normal…?

- But then she sends some back… And starts teasing him sexually… And before he can help it he’s already hard and straining against his jeans

- The two of you hadn’t even gotten to the kinky stuff yet in your relationship, and… Here he was getting it already.

- He didn’t even spend five minutes contemplating. He sent her a dick pic, got the item, and hurried offline to jerk off.

- The next day you came over, and he was just sweating the whole time. You asked him if he was sick, not feeling well, etc etc. He just brushed it off, made some flimsy excuse that even he knew you were suspicious of.

- But, you drop the subject. Start hanging around and playing your handheld while he does a raid in LOLOL

- After a while he’s completely immersed as you loosely wrap your arms around his shoulders, watching him play. Giving him little words of encouragement.

- When his group finishes, you kiss the top of his head and start pointing on the screen, talking about the cool loot he got

- And then he gets a whisper on the chat, and he doesn’t even have enough time to hide it before you read it

“That picture of yours kept me company over and over again last night, Yoosung. I came three times just from a dick pic alone~ What do you think sex with each other would be like? ;)”

- You lose it. He can’t even come up with an excuse- The message is way too explicit to even joke that it’s from some guy friend playing a prank.

- You’re just trying your best not to cry, demanding to know how long it’s been going on- Not believing the answers he says

- And why should you? 

- He doesn’t know what to do as you grab your stuff and slam the door shut behind you. He can’t even manage to get the guts to try following you.

Zen

- He loved you, you were his princess

- But a man had his needs, you know?

- He was worried about your relationship, how he felt like he couldn’t advance sexually with you, and he often voiced this to his make-up artist

- A woman he knew for years- Ever since he started working for this theatre.

- She was sweet, beautiful, and always listened to him. Hell, sometimes she’d be his drinking buddy if he needed one. (And damn could she nearly drink him under the table)

- Apparently, she didn’t have a lot of morals, though.

- And apparently, he hadn’t changed much from back when he was in that gang

- A drinking trip with some theatre buds turned into a weird bar date with his make-up artist.

- I mean… You didn’t know. You were home, cleaning…Possibly cooking… Just being too cute and simple. 

- Way too simple.

- After the both of them were buzzed, his complaints of you turned harsher, voicing his needs to be able to get off just once for fucks sake 

- And his make-up artist was more than willing to oblige. I mean, he was sculpted like a fucking god. Who wouldn’t want some of him?

- He came home reeking of beer and smoke- Lipstick on his neck and traveling lower. Hell, there were even traces on his lips.

- And he was way too buzzed and blissed out to care as you started crying, started asking what the hell happened

- He just rolled his shoulder, getting you off of him, and loudly proclaiming he was going to shower and go to bed

- When he got out, you were gone. But his phone lit up with a sexy text, and he still couldn’t be bothered to care about your absence. 

Jumin

- You really thought you had changed him. He showed his emotions more, he even treated Jaehee nicer. Hell, he even stopped pestering Zen so much.

- He treated you like a princess- A queen. Buying you so many things, letting you use his card for shopping trips. I mean, you didn’t beg for this to happen- He just shoved them on you and nearly begged you to go out to buy things. 

- You didn’t understand why he was so adamant, until you decided you didn’t feel like shopping one day and came home pretty early.

- You walked in to Elizabeth in her cage and was immediately confused. Jumin never put her in a cage? Unless he wanted to keep her away, but even then that was rare.

- Then you heard groaning from down the hall, and you felt your heart stop.

- You don’t know how you managed to get your legs to move, but you slowly stepped down the hall, taking a deep breath before peering into the bedroom

- Finding Jumin’s back shoved against the bed, being dominated by another man.

- You couldn’t help it, you let out a loud gasp- Some gross choked sound that caused both of them to stop and look towards the door- At you

- But you didn’t stand there long. You felt your eyes spill and you just darted out- Grabbing your phone and purse and booking it. You needed out- Needed somewhere to think. To breathe.

- Jumin let out a grumbled sigh as you left. He knew he should have locked the door- But he was too pent up- Too eager to finally get off for once.

- He heard the other man whistle and get ready to pull out, but Jumin harshly wrapped his legs around him.

- “I never said stop, did I?”

Jaehee

- I’m not going to sugar coat this- I have NO fucking idea how or why she would cheat on you. I even discussed it with a few friends and the most serious answer we could come up with is her cheating on you with coffee beans. orz

Seven

- He didn’t deserve you. He didn’t, and no matter how many times he told you this, you never listened

- Harsh nights of him pushing you away? You were right there beside him. Him trying to do a self-depreciating joke? You took it seriously and wrapped him in a hug of kind words.

- He felt so disgusting.

- He loved you, but he didn’t deserve you. He tried everything to let you know that, but you just blew it all off, like the wonderful person you were.

- So he finally resorted to this.

- He knew you were going to be home soon. He didn’t even attempt to hide what he was doing. 

- Just some random woman had hit on him. He actually tried being alluring for once, and it worked.

- So he took her back to his place, ignoring her comments on the security of his home.

- And took her right on the couch- The first thing you would see once you opened the doors

- He had it timed so well that you walked in right in the middle of it

- He heard bags drop, and you try to stifle some gasps as the woman he was fucking immediately scrambled out of his grasp.

- You just left. Didn’t even try to grab your things- You just up and left, while the other woman berated him for getting her caught up in such a mess.

- When they were both gone he just laughed. Just laughed to himself and regained his breath.

- Finally, you got that he didn’t deserve you.

V

- He wanted more pain. He just constantly felt guilt, and nothing but guilt, from being in a relationship with you

- You were so beautiful, so kind, so forgiving. You weren’t anything like he was used to.

- Being abused, being blamed, being a scapegoat. 

- No matter how loving you were to him, no matter what help he received, he just wanted the old relationship again. He wanted Rika.

- He couldn’t see that well, but what he could see he knew you looked nothing like her. Not even the same height or hair length.

- So… Behind your back he started seeing someone that reminded him more of her. Even how they met was nearly the same. She had long blonde hair, she was short and cute. God, she even nearly sounded the same.

- Maybe it was Rika coming back? A revenge of hers?

- He was just so hungry for that pain again- For his guilt to have a reason for existing. To have a reason to suffer for someone again.

- Amidst all of these emotions flooding back, he didn’t even think about you as he asked her out for coffee

- Didn’t even consider that you lived close by to the coffee shop they went to

- Didn’t even think you may walk by as he held her hand, leaning in close to drown in every word that spilled out of her mouth

- He jumped as he felt a water bottle slam into his shoulder. He couldn’t tell who did it, but as soon as he heard his date exclaim, he remembered he was still with you.

- He listened as you babbled through sudden strained sobbing, as you demanded to know what you did wrong, demanded to know what you lacked

- He didn’t speak. He just let you stand there and make a fool of yourself, let others stare and whisper, let his date shoo you away

- Hours later, when he came home, he wasn’t surprised to see it lacking your things. It was almost peaceful- Everything looks more minimalistic. His heart did ache, but he was so glad for that pain again

- He was glad he never took any pictures of you.

Saeran

- He hated how clingy you were. He hated how you just accepted all of his issues without any hesitation. 

- He was so fucked up. How could you not see that?

- You were so fucking stupid. So fucking stupid to think he could be in a relationship with you.

- He didn’t even try to hide him cheating. He was just slightly surprised it took you a week to notice, once he started the habit

- The habit of just fucking girls in hotel rooms, instead of attending any dates you set up for him

- The only way you found out was because he was answering a text he got on one of his throw away phones as you cuddled up to him. You saw the contact name, the sexual messages, and froze as he answered it like nothing was wrong

- “I. Is that? Was that?”

- “Yeah.”

- He was just so fucking tired of everyone treating him like he was so blameless, like he was a victim. No one considered that he just didn’t give a fuck, that he liked hurting people. Shoving them away.

- He didn’t deserve people giving him kindness, and he wasn’t afraid to show that.

- You just slowly got out of the bed, trying your best not to cry as he ignored you. After a few sniffles, you grabbed your purse and left. 

- No texts, no nothing. Just the occasional Saeyoung pissed off at him for once.

- Whatever. At least he was getting laid.


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Let’s Get Ice cream (Jaehyun x Reader)

A random Jaehyun scenario that took me a week to write/edit😩 I hope y’all like it tho cause I loved writing it since Jaehyun is the fluffiest ball of sunshine😭 Sidenote: I don’t have anything against Yeri she just popped in my mind for this role since her and Jae seem(ed) to be kind of friends.

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

You had been friends with Jung Jaehyun for the longest time ever. To the point where neither of you could even remember the first time you had met except that it had been when your parents became close friends. 

To you, he was the number one closest friend you had, even closer than all of your female friends that you had known since you were young because you and Jaehyun understood each other very well and were like two peas in a pod. 

But your friendship was never mentioned much to your friends and they all just thought you were casual family friends. For some reason, you both didn’t like to bring up the fact that you were extremely close because it seemed weird and you knew people would bother you two about how a guy and girl couldn’t be that close without falling in love. Although that wasn’t entirely an lie since you had developed strong feelings towards Jaehyun for the past couple of years now. 

But how could you not like a guy like him? 

How could you not love his dimples, unique voice, floppy hair that he randomly dyed once in a while, how his eyes became like rainbows and his nose scrunched up when he laughed, his kind gestures, random funny faces, borderline flirty teasing and how he cared so much about others and was willing to put his own health at risk to help someone else. 

But you knew this would always be just an attraction since Jaehyun had always viewed you as a sister figure basically all his life since he hadn’t ever showed an ounce of interest in that way towards you. 

All of a sudden, you felt a pinch on my arm, bringing you out of your small daydream. 

“Ow! What the heck?!” You looked up to find the mischievous, dimply grinning you were just thinking about, standing with his hands behind his back as if he hadn’t just left a red mark on your arm. 

You rubbed your arm and frowned at him while he just laughed and jumped on your bed, laying down and sending your homework flying everywhere. 

“Jaehyun!!!!” You whined and glared at him. 

He put his hands underneath his head, closing his eyes and laughing at you. You weren’t surprised at all that he had come to your house randomly since he had a key and usually came over whenever. Your family trusted him a lot and had given him a spare key in case you ever hurt yourself or were in trouble. 

You noticed his clothes now as he lay: a black shirt, ripped jeans and neon-bright socks, all in all a classic disorganized yet organized Jaehyun look. A couple of the buttons on his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing a peek of his smooth, white chest, making you gulp and distract you from your anger at him. 

You should’ve been embarrassed as you looked at your clothes, considering that you were in an over-sized sweater, sweats and had messy, slightly oily hair. But then again, he had seen you at all of your moments good or bad, as you had seen his. 

You almost laughed out loud when his geeky middle school picture popped up in your mind but shook your head to focus on the real task at hand, revenge. Suddenly, a genius idea popped in your head and you smiled evilly to yourself as you thought of it. 

Before he could say anything, you shoved him off of the bed and onto the carpet making him let out a loud “OW!!!!” Now it was your turn to laugh loudly as you tried to ignore how your heart started to beat a little quicker at touching him. He got up from the ground and scowled at you while you merely shrugged and fluttered your eyes innocently saying, “Oops. Happened by mistake.”

He rolled his eyes but picked up all of your fallen homework from the ground, handing it back to you. 

“Why are you still doing homework nerd?”

“Because, unlike you, some of us actually want to get good grades and a good, stable career when we graduate. Fascinating concept isn’t it?” The sarcasm in your voice matched the fake astonished face you had. 

“Hey! Becoming a singer is a stable career! You’re just jealous that you sound like a screeching cat when you sing while I’m like an angel.” He made a face at you.

You gave him an “are-you-serious?” expression and returned to finishing up your remaining questions. 

In the middle of writing, your pencil was snatched, making you look up at Jaehyun, extremely annoyed now. Of course you had a huge crush on him but not even his cuteness or manliness could excuse his annoyingness that he exuded from time to time. 

“I’m bored, let’s go get ice-cream.”

You squinted your eyes at him and looked at the window that showed many raindrops heavily pouring down in the dark sky then back at him. 

“Jae it’s raining harder than cows outside and it’s 8pm, are you crazy?” 

He came up extremely close to your face, making your heart beat faster and whispered, “You should already know that by now _________.” 

You pushed his chest away from you as if you couldn’t stand his close proximity though it was the complete opposite. 

“Come on! Please _______!!!” he whined, jumping up and down like a little kid and pouted. You raised your brows at him but he just continued with his little tantrum. You let out a sigh and muttered a “Fine,” causing him to stop jumping and whining and instead smile widely, his dimples stretching. Jaehyun then suddenly grabbed your hand in his large one, forcing you to get off of your comfortable position on your bed. 

“Hey! What are you doing?!” You exclaimed as he all but dragged you out of your bed-room and flew down the stairs. He looked back at you and smirked, “We’re getting ice-cream ________.”

“Well let me change my clothes first at least!!” You retorted and tried to get out of his tight grip. He stopped running as you both got to the front door and scanned you from head to toe saying, “You look fine to me.” making you squirm and lightly blush.

You both put on your shoes and stepped outside, Jaehyun locking the front door since no one else was at home. His warm hand grabbed yours again as he said, “Okay, let’s go.” 

Then he put his other hand over your head as you two ran in the rain to his car and quickly got in. Jaehyun turned on the car and instantly, heated air started blowing and warming you up. Then in a couple of seconds you whizzed out of your drive way and past all the houses on your block. 

Jaehyun was somehow one of the wildest of drivers you had ever met, even more than his hoodlum type of friend Taeyong. You had tried warning him multiple times that he would eventually end up getting fined and have his license taken away but he always waved you off saying you were worrying too much and needed to chill. 

“Music?” Jaehyun’s calm voice interrupted your thoughts.
“Anything.” you replied while drawing little hearts on the fogged up windows.

For some reason, you both liked to speak in one-word sentences sometimes and always knew what the other was saying. Your family and friends always found it weird and could never understand but it was yours and Jaehyun’s thing so you kept it going. He turned on the disc player and right away, the car was filled with Trey Songz. Of course since last week when you had seen Jaehyun, he was beginning to become obsessed with him. 

In twenty minutes or so you arrived at the vintage ice-cream shop, one of your favourite places that you had gotten Jaehyun addicted to. He parked in the small parking lot and turned off the car, the both of you simultaneously taking off your seat-belts. And before you could open the door, he jumped out of the car running to your side and opened it for you, a weird habit that he did for almost everyone.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling as he grinned at you bowing as if you were some royal figure and you played along, getting out of the car, curtsying with your pretend skirt. You both laughed and walked to the shop since it was lightly raining now, chatting about how your week’s had been since he had been busy with vocal and dance classes while you had tons of homework and tests coming up. 

He opened the door, causing the little bell to ring above your heads and were met with the jolly, chubby man who owned the shop. 

“Good heavens, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you kids, how have you been?” 

Jaehyun beamed at him replying, “Pretty good! How have you been?” 

He smiled widely, “Not too bad myself, now what you kids like this time? I’ve stocked up on new flavours!”

He gestured excitedly to the display that held colourful tubs of ice-cream. You walked up to the display to check them out and you noticed that he still had the green tea flavour there. You pointed at the glass and looked up at him in curiosity, “You didn’t replace the green tea?” 

His eyes twinkled as he heard your question and looked between you and Jaehyun with a smile on his face. 

“My two favourite customers love that flavour so I couldn’t find myself to change it.” 

You smiled back and felt your cheeks warm up at his words that seemed to have a hidden meaning behind them. Of course Jaehyun didn’t notice since he was so engrossed with choosing a flavour. But even after looking at all the other enticing flavours you both ended up choosing green tea after deciding that you would try the other flavours the next time you came. 

When you started to fight over who was going to pay you heard, “This one’s on me, you two just enjoy the ice-cream and don’t worry about anything else.”

Your mouth dropped open while Jaehyun smiled with his dimples showing and thanked him over and over again. The kind owner went to the back to continue with his work and you and Jaehyun decided to sat at one of the vintage tables inside since it had been a while and the colourful interior was much better than sitting in a car. You two chatted about random things while your legs brushed against each other under the small table.

“Jaehyun?” A random feminine voice came from the shop’s entrance door.

“Yeri?” Jaehyun looked up from his ice-cream and seemed a bit shocked but then smiled wide.

You got a good look at the mystery girl as she walked towards your table. Instantly your heart plummeted 40 feet underground since this girl was extremely stunning. Despite the cold weather, she was wearing a black skirt with a red slightly cropped sweater and chunky heels but she managed to pull of the look like it was hot outside and not cold. Her dark, long hair flowed down in waves but it was her big eyes that set the deal of her beauty. And there you were, in your greasy “look-like-I-haven’t-showered-for-weeks” state, the only positive thing being that you didn’t smell.

She smiled, her face lighting up the room and Jaehyun got up politely, about to wave when all of a sudden, she threw her arms around him in a hug.

Your mouth fell open for the second time today and the ice-cream fell off of your spoon into the bowl as mixed feelings of anger, sadness, hopelessness ran through you.

Yeri pulled away and you noticed Jaehyun looked a little bit flustered, most likely because he had a crush on her or something since he never got this flustered unless he was uncomfortable or liked that person. You knew because that’s how he usually acted whenever his grandmother came to visit and showered him with hugs and kisses.

“How have you been doing?” She smiled and he scratched the back of his head, looking at you and your sad self then back at her. “Uh good, you?” 

“Busy with making choreo for my part in the dance but other than that, not so bad as well.” Yeri then pulled up a chair and sat down at your small table that clearly was only meant for two. You noticed she had completely ignored you which was fairly rude. 

Jaehyun awkwardly sat down and gestured towards you saying, “This is _________, my close friend. And ________ this is Yeri, she’s from my dance class.”

Rude girl Yeri finally looked at you and forcefully smiled with a small wave. You gave a small smile and were about to wave politely back when she quickly turned around to Jaehyun. Meanwhile, Jaehyun cleared his throat and quickly glanced up at you with his brown eyes peering in a questioning way as if saying, “Is this okay?”. 

You just smiled and shook your head indicating that it was alright because after all, you knew yourself that you weren’t his mom and you weren’t going to control his life and whom he met, no matter how much you disliked who he talked to. Unless they were a bad influence on him or were bad people.

“That move for the last song we did in class was so hard, I swear I’ve been practicing it every night but I still can’t get it right.” Rude girl pouted and  Jaehyun kindly replied with, “If you need help, you can always email the teacher and she’ll find some time to go over it with you.”

Rude girl Yeri rested her elbows on the table, leaning in closer to him with a flirtatious smile. “Well, I was hoping you could help me with it sometime.”

You almost choked on your ice-cream at her words but thankfully regained yourself before you could make a scene. Jaehyun nervously glanced at you and you could tell that he felt uncomfortable now. 

“Probably because you’re like his sister thats watching a girl hit on him. If you weren’t here it would’ve been fine.” The annoying voice in your head spoke.

Rude girl started to randomly laugh loudly, catching the both of you by surprise by saying, “I’m just kidding! Oh my gosh you should’ve seen your face!” Jaehyun let out a breath and started to lightly laugh with her while you sulked, eating your ice-cream. 

They chatted for some time, well until you both had finished your ice-cream which also made you question why Rude girl hadn’t gotten any when she was clearly in an ice-cream shop. But whenever you wanted to join in the conversation, the topic switched to something you didn’t know very well so you were basically the third-wheel on their mini date.

Great, now you were going to have to postpone your homework to ball your eyes out and listen to sad songs about heartbreak, what a lovely way to spend the night.

Jaehyun was the first to get up as he said that it was getting late and he had to drop you off home first before he went to his. You almost were going to remind him that his house was a couple blocks down from yours so it wasn’t that far away considering it was around 9pm but decided to shut up last-minute since you wanted to escape this situation.

Then the fool did the unthinkable and asked Rude girl if she needed a ride home as well. She of course accepted because obviously she had a crush on him considering the way she had made lovey dove eyes towards him from when she had greeted him. 

So the three of you went to the car and instantly Rude girl called dibs on the front seat. You knew you should’ve called it right when you had all exited the shop but just decided to accept your fate because she still would’ve found a way to get all of Jaehyun’s attention and flirt with him while she was in the backseat. 

“Are you sure you’re okay with sitting in the back ________?” Jaehyun asked, his face full of concern. You laughed at how serious and worried he looked. Another thing about Jaehyun was that he felt guilty easily and always apologized over and over again. 

“Jae you’re making it sound like I’m leaving the country or something. I’m fine.” His face changed from being concerned to a dimpled smile as he heard your words and ruffled your hair. You frowned and jumped away exclaiming, “Jae!!! Don’t touch my hair! It’s oily!!!” He laughed at this, “It doesn’t matter to me, I like your hair whether it’s oily or not.”

Of course, trust your stupid heart to start pounding like King Kong in your chest after hearing his words. You avoided his brown eyes and quickly got in the car so he couldn’t see your warm cheeks. Rude girl Yeri was already sitting inside and didn’t look too happy, most likely from your interaction with her little crush outside. Jaehyun got in and turned on the car, immediately the music you had been listening to before filled the silence and he started to drive out of the lot.

Rude girl started to chat a bit meanwhile you just sat in the back-seat like the third-wheel you were, drawing random things on the fogged up windows with your legs up on the seat. Jaehyun looked back at you out of concern since you were unusually quiet. First he dropped off Rude girl and she cheerfully waved bye outside the car, ignoring you again and directing her overly sugary smile at Jaehyun.

“You can sit up front now, if you want.” Jaehyun broke the silence while casually turning a corner.

You waved your hand in the air when he glanced at you in the rear-view mirror saying, “Nah, i’m fine here, it’s comfortable plus I have more leg-space.”

“I’m sorry _______.” He blurted out in a rush. 

You were confused and asked, “Why are you apologizing?”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “Because I left you out of the conversations and basically ignored you the whole time there.” You shook your head and said, “Jae, it’s fine seriously. Besides you weren’t the one ignoring me.” You mumbled out the last part.

He sighed again and shook his head making his dark air flop around.

“I don’t know what was up with Yeri today and why she was being so rude to you like that, I mean she’s usually fine.”

Of course she’s gonna be fine around you dimwit she has a crush on you.” You wanted to say but just held it in because what was the point? If he knew then he would just get happy and talk about it the whole evening and probably plan plus get advice from you on how to ask her out.

You yawned, feeling exhausted from the day and from all of the schoolwork you had been doing. Though you acted like you were alright, all of this really had taken a toll on your body and you rested your head against the seatbelt, slowly feeling yourself drift asleep to the sounds of RnB and Jaehyun’s gentle voice lightly singing along.

-    

You groggily woke up to being carried by a strong pair of arms. Well, to be more specific, Jaehyun’s strong arms. If you hadn’t still been half-asleep and exhausted then you probably would’ve jumped out of his arms and freaked out. However, currently you didn’t think much of it and even looped your arms around your neck, closing your eyes and resting your head on his chest. You felt him tense up slightly but was still walking at the same pace.

Besides, this was probably just an extremely realistic dream since Jaehyun would’ve most likely woken you if you had fallen asleep in the car, then tease you that he wouldn’t be able to carry you because he didn’t want to “waste his strength on you”.

Soon you heard him gently push a door open and felt him gently lower you down on a bed, most likely yours since it had the scent of your house. Jaehyun put a blanket over you and brushed the hair out of your face, sitting down on your bed. You lazily smiled at him while he looked down at you with concern, thought and something else you couldn’t recognize. 

You looked at his floppy dark hair as he started to play with your hair and whispered, “I know I already said this a lot of times before but i’m sorry _________. I had hoped that getting ice-cream would’ve been a me and you thing but we were interrupted. Seriously, i’m sorry _________. I don’t want you to feel hurt over this.” 

Obviously, if there was anyone in the world that knew how you felt, it was Jaehyun. You yawned and slowly shook you head mumbling, “It’s fine Jae, not a big deal. Don’t worry about it.”

“No, it is a big deal to me because I don’t want anyone to treat you like Yeri did today. I don’t even care who that person may be because you’re always going to be the first person in mind for me.”

His long fingers gently ran across your fore-head as your eyes started to droop more to his soft, mellow voice and as you felt his lips replace his fingers and gently touch your fore-head.This certainly had to be a dream.

Jaehyun got up and was about to leave when you sleepily grabbed the bottom of his shirt and mumbled, “Stay with me.” You felt him freeze at your words and turn around, loosening your grip on his shirt and dropping your hand to fall beside the bed.

“I. I-uh. I-I, but we-“
“Please Jae, just for tonight?” You cut his stuttering off.

Just for tonight, you wanted to be with him. After a coupe of seconds of thinking, he let out a big breath and you heard his feet softly pad over the carpet to the other side of the bed. Then you felt the bed dip and you turned around, scooting closer to him and his 24/7 warm body. 

If this was a dream, well then, you were going to enjoy it to the fullest.

So you put a hand under his shirt and felt his body tense up quickly as your fingertips lightly danced over his smooth, toned stomach and chest. A smile stretched across your face at how realistic he felt.

“________, w-what are you doing?” Jaehyun whispered.
He was so close to you and for once your heartbeat wasn’t quickening probably since you were so sleepy but instead you felt his beat faster.

“Shhhhhh, just let me enjoy this dream.” You smiled and let your hand rest on his warm stomach as Jaehyun breathed heavily through his nose.

“You know what Jaehyun? Cause this is a dream I’ll say what i’ve been wanting to say for the longest time ever.” You heard him hold his breath as he waited for you to continue. 

“I like you. No, I love you. I liked you when I first met you and didn’t realize until later on that it was more than just as a best-friend. I’ve loved you ever since you tutored me for math everyday in high school. You were and still are my first crush. And I don’t care if you don’t feel the same way because this is just a dream and I’ll wake up from it probably soon and go back to being your loyal friend that’ll watch you fall in love one day, get married and-” 

You were cut off by Jaehyun’s plump lips on yours. All traces of sleep had left your system as you laid there still. 

Shock couldn’t even describe how you felt when his lips moved against yours ever so passionately and tenderly. It was as if you were a rose that would fall apart if he pressed even the slightest bit more. His hands caressed you cheeks and you slid your hand out from underneath his shirt to rest over his now racing heart. You smiled against his mouth, in realization that he was affected by you as you were to him.

He softly sucked in your bottom lip, making you moan softly and you could feel him smirk on your lips. Then the both of you pulled away for breath and you touched your lips, wondering how a dream could feel so real. Jaehyun was on his back, panting alongside you, small bead of sweat on his hairline as he thought of how good you tasted and how he wanted to immediately taste you again. But he opted out since it would be too much for one night and instead faced you, his eyes intently staring at you with love.

“First of all _________, this isn’t a dream. Second of all, I’ve had a crush on you since you became my first friend in school and stuck by my side through everything. The day I started loving you was when you skipped school and came to my basketball game at another school, messing up your perfect attendance record.”

It seemed like you heart had stopped beating at his confession even though it should’ve done so when he had laid his lips on yours. But this just made it even more real and confirmed that you weren’t in a dream.

“I-I-I” you stuttered causing him to smile, his dimples popping out as he leaned in to kiss your lips once more. You relaxed into the kiss and your fingers weaved their way to the back of his head, toying with his soft hair. Jaehyun pulled away, quicker than you had wanted and closed his eyes, resting his fore-head on yours.

“I’ve wanted this moment for so long you have no idea.” He murmured, his warm breath slowly fanning over your face.

“But I don’t want to rush it. I want to take things slow with you. I wanna take you out to fancy dinners, to that small café you love, to a carnival since you’ve always wanted to go to one and to go to book shopping even though you take a million hours just to choose one book. What i’m trying to say is, I wanna live through all these moments as your boyfriend instead of your best-friend before we go any further. And by further I mean sex.”

You pouted since you had waited to kiss him for so long and now he wanted to take things slow. It wasn’t a bad thing and your heart did melt at his words but you still liked the thought of getting freaky with him.

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t do other things.” He cheekily winked at you and you felt yourself smile at his words before you let out a yawn.

Jaehyun pulled you in closer to his chest and you felt the drowsiness slip back into your system. All of this excitement had caused your already tired self to be even more exhausted and you rested your head in the crook of his neck, smelling that familiar musky Jaehyun scent and loving it.

Your chests were close together, your legs tangled, and Jaehyun kissed the top of your head softly saying, “I love you ________.”
You smiled and put your hand over his heart before drifting off to sleep and dreaming about a shirtless Jaehyun with green-tea ice cream.

Jughead & Reader: Complicated

Summary: Your father is good friends with FP so it’s no surprise when he asks your dad to take care of Jughead while he tries to get his life back on track. You and Jughead start spending a lot of time together and you come to realize that you care about him as more than a friend. But things are complicated since he’s dating Betty Cooper.

*Request

Length: 2,435

a/n: NSFW

Listen to: Falling Away With You - Muse 


Exhausted from school, you walked up the stairs to your room. You planned on throwing your book bag on the floor and climbing into bed to take a nap until it was time for dinner. It’s pretty much what you did every day after school. 

As you walked down the hallway you noticed your bedroom door was open. You were confused because you always closed your door when you left the house since you liked your privacy. Normally your dad never goes into your room without permission but you just liked to keep things private. 

You poked your head in and saw Jughead Jones, a friend of yours from school. He was in the process of unrolling a sleeping bag when he noticed you standing at the door.

“Oh, um.” He stood up and put his hands in his pockets nervously. “Hey,” he said.

You furrowed your brows. “What are you doing in my room?”

“Oh, your dad didn’t talk to you yet?” He asked. 

“Obviously not.” You shook your head and set your bag down by your desk. You sat down in your chair and saw there was a tattered duffle bag in the corner of your room which looked like it belonged to Jughead. “What, are you moving in?” You joked.

Jughead looked a little nervous and uncomfortable. Before he could answer, your dad called your name from downstairs. You glanced at Jughead before you left your room, beyond confused. 

You walked downstairs and met your dad in the kitchen. “There’s a boy in my room,” you told him as you sat on the counter.

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Lost Stars

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin / Jikook
Genre: fluff and angst, friends to lovers, canon compliant
Length: 25k words, oneshot | crossposted on ao3
Warnings: homophobia, biphobia, swearing, jealousy (not the toxic kind tho, more like insecurity)
A/N: i swear this is not as shallow as the summary might seem
ps: shout out to my best friend, this story would never happen without your encouragement, you’re the real mvp man asjdjfk i lov u vivi

Summary: Park Jimin has another maknae in his life and Jeon Jungkook is completely losing it.

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anonymous asked:

Kackaaaaaaaa I love you, you're THE BEST! Happy birthday! Promt for Bellarke: we have friends with benefits relationship (even though I secretly love you) but now I'm pregnant and I don't know how to tell you bc I'm afraid that you'll freak out.

Ahhh thanks! <333 Hope you like it! (ao3)


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Clarke only feels moderately weird about letting herself into Wells and Bellamy’s apartment when she knows they’re not home.

On the one hand, the spare key they gave her is supposed to be for emergencies. On the other hand, she’d definitely consider being covered in someone else’s vomit an emergency.

When she applied to teach elementary school art, she’d known she’d probably come home messy most days. But with paint, and clay, and glue stuck to her skin. Not from a kid accidentally losing his lunch on her when he came to say he didn’t feel well.

It ended up being more show than tell.

Her principal had given her the go-ahead to cancel the rest of her classes for the day, but going home meant becoming the vomit lady on the bus, and it’s just so much easier for her to go two blocks over to use her friends’ shower.

Wells is the most generous person she knows; she can’t imagine he’d say no if she asked. And Bellamy… well, they’re not exactly close. He’s mostly just Wells’s roommate, Octavia’s brother, the friend in her group she’s least connected to. But he’s a teacher too, and the ultimate Mom friend. Even if he made fun of her endlessly, even if he bickered her into buying him a beer in exchange for the slight addition to his water bill, even if she had to face his smug smile, he wouldn’t actually bar her from using his shower in a time of crisis such as this.

None of those things are out of character for Bellamy. He loves giving her a hard time, and she’s had enough of that today. Which is why she doesn’t text them for permission first.

Instead, she smothers the slightly guilty feeling in the pit of her stomach, dumps her clothes in the wash, and lets out a long, shuddering breath when she steps under the spray.

It feels a little weirder when she reaches for the shampoo on the shelf. It’s just– she hasn’t had a significant other, or even a one night stand, in quite a while. The last time she used someone else’s products, allowing someone else’s scent to cling to her skin and hair, was ages ago.

“Too long ago, apparently,” she grumbles to herself, working her hair into a lather. “Maybe it’s time to get you laid, Griffin.”

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