this had to be made right

Just going to address a few things in regards to our favourite pair, Cole and Lili.

They’re not a PR thing. I am 1000% certain about this. Had they been, by now we would have had an album full of photos of them kissing and holding hands all over town. You all have to remember something important here, the SH family are geniuses. I have never seen such an astute bunch of people. So many of you have proven you have the right qualifications to join the FBI or even become private investigators. The only reason the rumours about SH dating started was because of this community here on Tumblr being able to piece together every little crumb that was thrown our way and complete the puzzle. The media caught wind of this because our sleuthing made its way to Twitter. Most of the articles speculating on SH have used evidence from a “SH are dating” thread on Twitter. So it’s us, the fans, who figured it out. Lili has been giving us clues for months - not because she wanted people to know, but because she wanted to share as much of her relationship with her man by still remaining private. Cole and Lili didn’t know people would become so invested in their love life, that’s probably why they toned it down this last month. If they were just “friends” I can assure you they would not be so secretive all the time. Why would two friends care if people think they’re dating? If anything, they would revel in these dating rumours and use it to promote Bughead as much as possible. But you know why they don’t? Because they care more about their offscreen romance than they do their onscreen one. They’re protecting this beautiful bond they have.
Also, Cole is the last person on the planet who would ever agree to publicity stunts. He is so anti celebrity and anti Hollywood. He rarely even promotes Riverdale nor does he contribute to the live tweeting sessions every week. So why the hell would he sign up for a relationship that’s all PR? Anyway, I’ve never doubted that Cole and Lili were together and in love. I’ll admit, recently I had my worries that they might have been on a break - and who knows - maybe they really were, and they worked everything out yesterday or today even. Regardless, I think they’ve both agreed to be a little more open about being together and that’s why we’ve been spoiled with a lot of goodies today. Cole has definitely shown signs of slowly becoming more publicly affectionate towards Lili by showing her face in his IG story last week, and commenting with heart eyes on her photo. Does it honestly surprise anyone that this is happening? It was building up to this. They won’t stay quiet forever. One only needs to look at Cole and Lili when they’re standing next to each other and there is no denying the chemistry between those two. It’s palpable.

As for the people thinking Lili’s caption about the breakfast date being about the dog … please just look up the word subtext. Cole was the most noticeable part of that photo - thanks to the one jacket he owns - and if you pay attention you’ll notice his face in the table’s reflection … just saying. Lili’s clever; she knows exactly what’s she’s doing.
She clearly used the dog as a cover up to not have to blatantly say, “Hey, ya’ll, Cole and I are on a date”. Read between the lines. She was on a date with Cole, obviously. The dog most likely belonged to the people sitting next to them.
Today they indirectly told us they’re dating, and that was probably their intention all along. They’re never going to come right out and mouth the words “we’re together”; they’re going to keep doing it in the most sneakiest and cryptic ways.

Ps, if you’re a hater, I’m not interested in hearing your negative opinion on this. Go complain or sulk in your own tags.

gods of wood and stone

(this may or may not ever turn into something, so I thought I’d leave it here as the product of my procrastination.)


Obito gets lost on the way back to the afterlife.

It sounds like the start of the worst joke ever, like something Kakashi would mock him for forever after finding out about it, but it is, Obito admits to himself with great reluctance, actually true. This is definitely not the Pure Land, Rin is definitely not waiting for him, and he is definitely alive, because apparently using Kamui to skip out on your path to the afterlife leaves you alive even when you don’t want to be.

The worst part is, Obito can’t even regret it. He’d make the same decision again, because Kakashi needed his eyes so he wouldn’t just stand on the sidelines like a useless lump or throw his life away trying to take a hit. With Kamui, Kakashi has a chance at getting them a victory against Kaguya. Without it—

Without it he’s dead, and Obito doesn’t need the blood of any more teammates on his hands.

Cursing quietly, Obito pushes through a particularly tight net of tree branches, trying to figure out where he is. Another dimension, he can tell that much—Kamui gives him a good sense of such things—but unless he wants to kill himself with chakra exhaustion he can’t teleport back out of it. He could try it to get back to the afterlife that way, or just use a kunai, but—

Obito is a stubborn bastard. He was fine dying to save his friend, because there was no other choice and he was dead at the end of the war anyway, but if he’s alive? Yeah, fuck that, Obito is going to survive. It’s what he’s always done, and even if it’s against the world’s best interests, Obito is going to keep it that way. He’s alive, and no one can take that away from him.

The forest thins out up ahead, the spaces between the tree trunks widening as the ground grows rocky, and Obito makes for it, hoping to find some higher ground so he can at least get a look at his surroundings. The earth is covered with old leaf-litter, soft and silent underfoot, and Obito feels like he should know it, like this whole area is familiar, but he can’t quite place it.

He rounds a thick stand of trees, pushes through a thicket of brambles that curl away from the touch of his Mokuton, and hears—

War. War like the one he just left, the one he started, but without the monstrous roar of the bijuu or the overwhelming lash of chakra from shinobi with no concept of human limits. The earth trembles beneath his feet, the air rings with shouts, and there’s a clang and crack of weapons meeting. Fire roars, the smell of scorched cloth and flesh rising in its wake, and there’s a loud cry.

A familiar cry.

Obito reacts without even thinking. He dodges around the last copse of trees, chakra already surging within him, and bursts out onto the battlefield just as there’s a flash of yellow light.

Years of learning how to craft a plan, how to alter it on the fly, how to act and react and take advantage of every skill he’s managed to cultivate—that’s enough to let him take in the fight in one swift glance, ignoring that fact that it should be impossible. Senju on one side, heavily armored and fighting desperately; Uchiha on the other, backs bared because their stupid pride won’t let them wear armor, but pushing the Senju back. Two sources of chakra brighter than the rest—one on the far right, two heads with long black hair, a dragon made of wood, a familiar gunbai and a curl of scorching flame. The other is at the far end, almost dead-center. A fading glow of gold, black hair, Uchiha symbol, and he’s turning but it won’t be fast enough.

But Obito has faced a man who’s even faster, and he can make it in time.

It’s nothing conscious that drives him—the connections are simpler than that. Half a moment to judge, another bare fraction of a heartbeat to let Kamui whirl to life, and there’s a beat in Obito’s blood that sounds like the cause the cause the cause. Nothing solid, nothing certain, but trained instinct and denial working in tandem as he whirls off the battlefield. A portal into the Kamui dimension, and almost before he fully materializes he has another forming, leading right back out, and he snatches up a staff from a pile of stored weapons and is gone. As soon as he’s through he shifts his body sideways, back into the other dimension as he phases through the man—no armor, just robes, and fuck but Obito can’t believe he’s part of a clan filled with such arrogant assholes, thinking they’re too good to wear armor in a fight—and brings the shakujo around.

A sword collides with it in a flash of yellow light, and red eyes framed by white hair go wide.

Obito snarls, in no mood to call for a truce here and now, and plants the butt of the shakujo in the ground. He leaps, using it as a pivot, and slams a foot into Tobirama’s armored chest with all the force of his chakra behind it. The future Nidaime goes flying, and Obito lands lightly, yanking the staff up as he turns.

Uchiha Izuna rounds on him with a victorious laugh, red-and-black eyes bright with triumph, and opens his mouth.

Obito sweeps his feet out from under him, dumps him on his ass, and buries him in grasping roots that drag him to the ground and pin him there. “When the hell is it ever going to be enough for you bastards?” he snarls right in the man’s dumbfounded face. “How many innocent people need to die in this stupid fucking war before you finally decide that you’ve had enough revenge?!”

There’s no answer, only blank gaping, and Obito growls, pivoting on his heel. Several knots of fighting shinobi are watching him with one eye, clearly wary, but not enough to stop their own battles. It’s not going to be enough to save them, because in a split second Obito has made up his mind. It’s a stupid decision, probably the worst he could come up with, but if there’s a chance in hell of stopping all of this before it starts, Obito will take it.

“Stay there,” he growls at Izuna, leveling his shakujo at him, and then turns. A burst of speed sends him hurtling right at a Senju kunoichi with her hair in a topknot and the ponytailed Uchiha she’s fighting, and he shoves right behind them, knocking the woman into the man and pinning them both with Mokuton. The Senju lets out a startled cry, but Obito is still moving. Branches and roots erupt around him, grabbing for shinobi without discrimination.

Those in Obito’s path don’t have nearly as much of a chance to fight back; Kamui makes him a ghost, and even when he’s tangible his speed leaves him all but untouchable. He plows through the ranks separating him from the other fighting pair, drives forward with a wave of Mokuton subsuming everything behind him. There’s a snarled knot of fury growing larger and larger in his chest, a twist of something that’s very close to grief, and he’s had enough.

With a shout, Madara shoves Hashirama away, then whirls in, sword sweeping down. Hashirama catches it on a thick burst of wood, shoving him back, and in the same moment Madara’s eyes flicker up above Hashirama’s shoulder, taking in the rest of the battlefield in an automatic sweep.

Obito, barely three yards away with his shakujo already swinging, catches his eye and bares his teeth in a wolf’s grin.

Oh, he’s going to enjoy this.

Hashirama must see something in Madara’s face—either that or his instincts give him warning, but Obito likes the idea that Madara’s dumbfounded expression serves as warning enough. The man ducks, rolling to the side, and the ring of the shakujo sweeps across the space he just occupied. It just misses Madara as he leaps backwards, a fireball bursting from his lips, but Obito phases right through it, landing lightly and spinning the staff through his fingers.

Madara feints left, but this is man who trained Obito to begin with, almost a century younger and far less skilled, and Obito easily spots the misdirection. He lunges the opposite way, catches Madara’s sword when he reverses directions, then twists past the blow, drives an elbow into Madara’s gut, grabs him by his long, thick hair, and uses it as a handhold as he spins, knocks Madara’s feet out from under him, and drags him down to the ground.

From above and behind him, there’s a cry, and Obito wrenches the sword from Madara’s hand, keeping the other man pinned with the shakujo against his throat, and half-turns to level the blade at Hashirama. It taps the Senju’s chest as he pulls up short, eyes wide, and Obito snorts.

“One move and I’ll happily put another hole in this waste of space,” he growls, seeing the way Hashirama’s eyes flicker from him to Madara and back.

Hashirama stares at him for a long moment, then nods and takes a careful step in retreat. One half-glance around them and he says very quietly, “You have Mokuton.”

Madara makes a sound like a pissy cat dropped into a pond. “You have the Sharingan,” he spits, as though this personally offends him. “You’re an Uchiha.”

“And that fact has been responsible for pretty much all of the misery in my life,” Obito retorts, and for a breathless, terrible moment he’s back in that clearing under the full moon, a handful of seconds too late to save Rin from Madara’s manipulations. One blow and he can stop all of that here and now, can prevent so much of the pain that might come.

Hashirama must see something of that in his eyes, because he takes a quick stride forward, only to pull up short when Obito snarls and levels the blade at his throat again. “Please, don’t!” he insists.

“Get lost, Senju!” Madara snaps at the same time. “This is an Uchiha matter, I will handle—”

“Clearly it is a Senju matter as well,” Tobirama says coldly, coming to a halt a short distance away, but his eyes are on Obito’s sword where it touches his brother’s collarbone.

“I don’t think so,” Izuna counters, equally chilly and just as biting as he edges closer, Sharingan eyes narrowed and wary. “Just because some Senju bastard couldn’t take no for an answer when it was coming from an Uchiha kunoichi—”

Instantly Tobirama whips around, offended rage written clearly across his face, and he grabs for his sword, only to be pulled up short when Hashirama reaches back and grabs his wrist.

“But—” Tobirama starts to protest.

“Izuna,” Hashirama says, carefully even, and he doesn’t look away from Obito but there’s a spark of tightly contained fury in his dark eyes. “Mind. Your. Tongue.”

Izuna flicks a glance between Hashirama and Tobirama, swallows, and takes half a step away from them. “Brother,” he complains.

Madara gives Obito a dark look, but he doesn’t try to move. “You wouldn’t stand for such an insult to our clan, Izuna,” he huffs. “Don’t expect the Senju to have any less pride.”

Narrowing his eyes, Obito presses the shakujo in a little more firmly. “Don’t bother taking that high and mighty tone, Madara,” he bites out. “You’re the one I hold responsible for all of this, and I’m going to fucking take it out of you hide.”

Red-and-black eyes go wide, and Madara almost flinches away from him, hands rising in something like surrender.

Obito doesn’t want surrender, though. He wants to rip into Madara the way he wasn’t able to before, wants to get a hand in his chest and tear the heart right out of him, pay back every bit of pain that Madara inflicted on the world, through Obito and through Zetsu and by his own hand as well. Wants to rip and slash and hack away until this monster is nothing but a pile of bloody flesh, unable to hurt anyone ever again. It overwhelms him for the space of a breath, white-hot rage the only thing inside of him, and before he can think to stop himself he tightens his grip on his shakujo and—

Big hands grab him, one arm around his waist and the other around his chest, and with a jerk he’s hauled right up off of Madara, dragged back against a broad chest as dark hair tumbles around him. “No,” Hashirama says, halfway to a plea, and his grip tightens enough to force the air out of Obito’s lungs.

Obito freezes, stiff and stunned at the touch of another human. Years, it’s been, since anyone touched him to do anything but inflict pain, and his muscles go tense and tight in anticipation of a blow.

There isn’t one, though. No hit, no pain, no kunai slid into his kidneys to gut him and leave him for dead.

No pain, just—

A trickle, wet and hot, against the back of his tattered robe. Blood, by the smell, and since Obito doesn’t bleed anymore it has to be Hashirama’s, has to be from when he knocked the sword aside to save the man who will eventually kill him.

It’s too much. The thought of it, the reality of standing here over Madara, able to end everything before it begins, and Hashirama is the one to save him—

What Obito did, the people he killed—that’s on his head. But it’s on Madara’s too, on Zetsu’s, on Kaguya’s. Uchiha Obito should have died in a cave-in when he was thirteen, but he didn’t, and the reason for that is right in front of him. The reason he didn’t carved a seal into his heart, killed his best friend, and gave him a twisted, broken vision of the world as an illusion, and then set him to unmake it.

Obito is responsible for his own actions, and he knows it all too well. But Madara was the trigger. If Obito was the sword then Madara was the hand that forged and wielded him, and that has to mean he bears at least a part of the blame from the hell of the past few years.

No,” he snarls, and though he shoves backwards to loosen Hashirama’s grip and get away he doesn’t reach for Kamui, doesn’t try to hurt the man (again, again, something in him whispers, hurt him again you mean). “Let go of me! He deserves whatever I do to him!”

Hashirama’s grip isn’t harsh, but it is immovable, and he’s as solid as an oak as he drags Obito back another step. “Don’t,” he says quietly. “This isn’t the way.”

Naruto, Obito thinks, guilt and grief and regret and anger all wound up and tangled together. He curls his fingers into fists, takes a breath that vibrates with anger, and does the hardest thing he’s ever managed in his life.

He opens his hand and lets the weapon go.

“When Mr. Disney first planned One Hundred and One Dalmatians, he called me to the Studio to read for the role of Cruella de Vil. As I was sitting with him at a table at the studio, he was reading the role of Anita and I was trying very hard to be Cruella de Vil. But I knew it wasn’t working because I was too young and it wasn’t right. As I heard him read the role of Anita, I knew that I was right for Anita, but how could I possibly tell the great Walt Disney that he had brought me in and had made a mistake?!

“So, I became brave enough to tell him and I said, ‘Excuse me, sir. Would you mind if I try to read the role of Anita? I’m much more Anita than I am Cruella.’ And he said, ‘Let’s try that!’ So, we reversed the roles. He read Cruella and I read Anita, and indeed I was Anita. And I still feel like Anita all these many years later!”

– Lisa Davis, the voice of Anita Radcliff from Disney’s 101 Dalmatians

anonymous asked:

I adore your blog and absolutely obssesed with your new fanfictions! If you would have some free time, please, I beg you, write a story about Nesta and her leaving the Night Court without telling this Cassian - it would be soooo goood to read! I want angst!

Nesta sets off on her journey to seek justice against the human queens and leaves behind a piece of paper for the Commander who holds her heart in his scarred hands. Hope you enjoy this fic!

Parchment fluttered in the breeze on a small table underneath a book on war tactics.

It had been two hours since Nesta left the letter – or what should be deemed as a note considering how brief it was.

Those few short sentences were all she was able to write. Thanking Cassian for being with her on the battlefield. And lastly saying goodbye to him as she decided to leave Velaris.

Vassa had contacted the Night Court – or more specifically Feyre for assistance in concern to the queens who betrayed them to Hybern. The High Lady of the Night Court declined to personally join Vassa.

Nesta volunteered to go in her stead. Perhaps this would provide some relief from the pain Nesta had been feeling. The loss of her father and the soldiers she couldn’t save weighed heavy on her shoulders to the point Nesta imagined she would break at any moment.

It didn’t help knowing that everyone else in the Inner Circle celebrated immediately after the final battle. Nesta didn’t want them to see how the war had shattered her in ways she didn’t think were possible.

Weeks passed by and their laughter would always filter up through the House of Wind. Nesta felt more alone and ostracized than ever before. She wanted to be part of their circle. To be considered their friend and a member of such a close-knit group, but every time her fingers went to her bedroom door handle panic rose from her stomach.

Would they look at her in fear of her powers? Would they remind her of how she failed so many Illyrian soldiers in the war and let them die?

Worst of all Nesta was afraid of how Cassian would see her.

And so Nesta never left the room. It was better this way. Not to taint their happiness with her presence.

They were a family and Nesta was the stranger looking in. Even Lucien had entered the fold with much more ease than Nesta could have imagined. Azriel and Cassian welcomed him as both a fellow warrior and brother.

Nesta can clearly remember his laughter breaking through her depressed state. His deep voice coaxing her to come out even though he hadn’t called out to her.

The thought of it made Nesta cringe. Before the last battle they were finally becoming close. More than close if this thread that seemingly tied her to him was any indication.

But uncertainty clouded Nesta’s mind. She had heard what mating bonds were. Nesta still had yet to ask Feyre or anyone else if that is what she was currently experiencing.

Cassian didn’t appear to notice. In fact he failed to make an appearance more often then not when Nesta made the rare occasion downstairs for food.

Frustration, guilt and sorrow made Nesta’s blood run cold. The fact that Cassian was now ignoring her after their tender moment on the battlefield did nothing to soothe her worries that plagued her mind to begin with.

That didn’t matter now though as she crossed into human territory. It had been hours since she said goodbye to Feyre and Elain. Hours since she had left that note for Cassian in the foyer at the House of Wind.

It would more than likely be weeks before he even read it considering he was at the Illyrian camps. He had been working with the generals for almost a month now in re-arranging the soldiers and helping to train new recruits.

With a weary sigh Nesta entered a large clearing in the forest. A meadow of tall grass and wildflowers swayed in the breeze. From afar Nesta could see Vassa in the distance near a large boulder.

This was where they would begin their journey.

The moment Nesta took another step forward a loud boom echoed from above. The forest immediately quieted and the wind appeared to blow stronger.

As if a force of some kind was approaching.

Nesta turned around. Eyes scouting the sky toward the fae lands in search for whatever created that deafening noise.

Then she heard it. The sound of wings.

A dark shape shot through the clouds heading straight for her. Nesta’s eyes widened in shock as the large mass landed in front of her. The earth trembled under his feet as he righted himself and stood tall in the sunlight.

Nesta blinked as she silently watched Cassian stride toward her.

Sweat shone on his forehead and his chest heaved in heavy breaths. It was clear he made an effort to fly as fast as possible.

His eyes were intensely focused on Nesta. Burning with emotions that almost made Nesta’s knees tremble.

Instead she remained still. Nervously wondering what he would do.

“Shouldn’t you be on a freezing mountain with your troops?” Nesta asked without her voice cracking. A feat in of itself as her fists tightened to restrain the overwhelming need to go to him.

“Shouldn’t you be in Velaris hiding in your room or reading a romance novel?” Cassian tossed back. “Or the better question is why you left without a word?”

Nesta looked at him in confusion. “I told Feyre and Elain my plans. And I did leave with a goodbye if you failed to notice.”

It was then that Cassian unfurled his clenched fingers to reveal the parchment Nesta had left him.

“This,” Cassian raised the paper in his hand, “does not count as goodbye.”

Nesta swallowed at the sight of her writing in his calloused fingers. Could Cassian see how her heart bled into the ink as she wrote down words meant only for him to read? Or maybe he noticed that damned tear stain on the corner that she had been unable to stop from falling.

No matter the reason he was here now. Though she never expected he would fly out to – to what exactly? Why was he here?

“If you’ve come to criticize me then you should consider yourself lucky I even addressed a letter to you in the first place,” Nesta folded her arms in an effort to keep them from shaking. “I wasted precious time preparing for this trip just to write you a farewell that you can’t even have the decency to accept.”

“You’re right,” Cassian took a step forward. Then another. Nesta had to tilt her head up to look up at as he was an arm length away. “I can’t accept this.”

He folded the paper again and stuck it in one of the pockets that no doubt held a weapon or two inside.

“So you flew all the way out here to tell me that?” Nesta let a bit of bitterness seep into her tone.

Cassian smiled. The corner of his lips rose in a way that made Nesta forget that she was angry at him.

“No, I flew all the way out here to join you in search of the queens,” Cassian’s hazel eyes flickered with something Nesta couldn’t quite catch.

“And what if I told you that an invitation wasn’t extended to oversized bats who ought to fly back to train their troops and drink the night away with their friends.”

“Then I guess you’ll be having a handsome bat following you around until you can’t resist his charms.”

“Is that so?” Nesta turned her chin up. Eyes set in a challenge. “I’m sure the others will miss you. Why don’t you go home where you belong?”

Her tone was dismissive. Hardened into steel that was meant to cut and get the point across swiftly.

But Cassian saw through it. And Nesta hated how he suddenly noticed what she vaguely implied. His expression softened and his hand reached to her shoulder.

“Velaris is my home as much as it is yours Nesta,” Cassian gently squeezed her shoulder.

Nesta said nothing. She glanced away from the perceptive eyes that watched her far too closely.

“Besides,” Cassian’s voice lowered as he leaned in close. “I’m exactly where I belong. Right here. With you.”

A small tug in her chest made Nesta’s breath hitch. She shot Cassian a look. Hoping that he felt it too.

His face revealed nothing much to her disappointment. She should tell him to go. Cassian may leave if she requested it, but she wouldn’t put it past him to indeed hold true to his promise by following them during the mission.

With weary sigh Nesta turned to fully look at the Illyrian.

“Fine. But if you do one thing out of line–”

“Then you can punish me all you want,” Cassian winked and made his way to the boulder where Vassa was watching their interaction with veiled interest.

When Nesta turned to follow Cassian she easily caught up to his pace. Their strides matched as they walked the length of the field.

And it might have been her imagination, but Nesta could have sworn Cassian’s fingers grazed hers hidden between the wildflowers as they began their journey.

Together. They would do this together.

Ready to Run | uno

Summary: (Modern-Day AU) In which a two youngsters come to know how important it is to live your life to the fullest, leave an imprint of every single moment you’ve lived, on your heart, because you’re given the chance to live only once. [Movie AU]

Word Count: 2053

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (female)

Genre: RomCom (a wee bit of drama)

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: I think I love marrying Bucky with everyone except the reader. But y’all will read it anyway, bc I know you guys love slow burn. So here’s my Road Trip au that I promised you guys! Enjoy reading and please give me feedback, bc I love reading your comments and opinions. 

A special thanks to my wifey, Yvy ( @minervaem ​) for reminding me and pushing me to write this and also for being my beta reader. You know I love you more than dinosaurs

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Rinse and Repeat, LMM/Reader

Prompt: A regular customer catches your interest.

Words: 4,037

Author’s Note: This one was…a lot. I’ve found one of my greatest weaknesses when it comes to writing is brevity. I wanted to challenge myself with this one by taking a simple idea and stretching it for greater detail…which is why it it 4k+. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Nothing?

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A brick building sat on the corner of a street just one block down from Lin’s apartment. His first stop into Valentino’s was purely out of convenience. He was never one to buy clothes for only one occasion, just for it to gather dust in his closet.

And he had put off finding a suit for the upcoming Emmys, where he was nominated.

With no other options, he unpacked a few boxes he had been putting off and dug out an old forgotten tux that he prayed still fit.

With the hanger balancing delicately on his fingers, he pushed open the glass paneled door of the dry cleaners you worked at. He stood in the doorway as you sat perched on a stool behind the counter, deeply submerged in a novel.

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la douleur exquise (9)

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

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“Good morning Jay,” I said, trying my best to hold in my yawn as I made my way into the office.

“Not so good morning for you,” she replies, eyeing me as I sat down at my desk. “Did you even sleep at all last night?” she questions. 

I reply wordlessly by shaking my head. 

“I couldn’t,” I answer back. 

I have been agitated since last night after Baekhyun. His words still ringing in my head. 

The drawer… Sehun’s desk…

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Guilty - Alex Standall x Reader

Originally posted by despairingfever

Pairing : Alex Standall x Reader

Fandom : 13 Reasons Why

Warnings : none

A/N: *cough* grammar mistakes *cough* 


It was late. Your day had been a though one and you were tired, but Alex brought you with him at Bryce’s. You were sitting by the big swimming pool, thinking about nothing, eyes gazing down on the clear water. You could hear Justin and Bryce shout, and the sound of shotguns from Montgomery’s videogame. You hated the fact that Alex spend that much time with them, because you knew he wasn’t like them. He tried his best to be like them, but he could'nt. He was so much different.You got out of your thoughts when you felt a hand on your shoulder. It was Alex, he looked particulary sad, but also pissed off.

“Hey.”  he said, sitting by your side.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“I don’t know, Y/N.”

“Alex, you can talk to me.” you replied, placing your hand on his cheek.

“I know, It’s just…I miss Hannah. Like, a lot. She was my best friend and I let her down. I’m so fucking pathetic Y/N, I wish I could turn back time and tear that damn list into pieces.” you saw a tear streaming down his cheek.

“Babe, don’t say that. We all let her down, don’t blame yourself for her death, it’s not your fault, and you should know it.”

“Have you ever heard of the butterfly effect?” he said calmly, staring into your e/c eyes, and you nodded. “Well, if I hadn’t wrote Hannah and Jessica’s name on the list, then nobody would’ve hurt Hannah, and Jessica would’ve still been her best friend. I started all of this Y/N, you can’t deny it !”

Just as you were about to answer, you heard Montgomery yell something about ’‘how bad of a player” Alex was. You rolled your eyes then took your boyfriend’s cold hands in your warm ones.

“Listen. I know how you feel, but we’re all guilty, Alex; you did something wrong, I did something wrong, Clay Jensen, THE Clay Jensen who was madly in love with Hannah did something wrong just by taking the wrong decision, and this fucker right there did something wrong” you said, pointing at Bryce. “But you know what’s worse ? What’s worse is that we’re hiding behind him. Look, everyone treats Tyler like shit because of the pictures he took of Hannah, but god know this kid doesn’t deserve all the hate he gets.”

“Y/N, I pushed a girl to suicide! I don’t care about who’s reason is worse, I just can’t live with the fact that I’m one of the reasons why she killed herself !” he said, letting go of your hands to bury his face in his.

“Standall, stop being such an idiot. Hannah needed to be loved and she needed help, but unfortunately we couldn’t see it. You are not the main reason why she killed herself. Bryce fucking Walker is, and you know it. He’s the one who made her take this decision Alex. He’s the one who should rot in jail right now, but instead, he’s having fun with his dear hypocrite friends “

"But I took away everything she had. I took away her best friend, I ruined her reputation. ”

“Justin, Courtney and Bryce did.” you added.

Alex shook his head and bite his lower lip. He knew how persuasive you were, and he didn’t want to fight with you, the last thing he needed right now was to lose you.

“Hey, come on…” you took his jaw in your hand and pressed your lips against his, kissing him softly. “We’ll tell the truth soon, I promise, it’ll be over soon.” he pulled you closer and you curled your arms around his torso, letting him rest his chin on top of your head.

“Thank you for being there… and for keeping me from taking more bad decisions. I don’t deserve to be with someone like you.”  he said, holding you tighter, leaving a small smile on your face.

"I love you, Standall.”

You make me crazy - Zach Dempsey ( part 2 )

Originally posted by alltimewolf

Pairing: Zach x reader

Warning: Smuttttt

Word count: 845

The first time I tried to write something like this, apologies if it’s bad

<< Part 1

Zach walked upstairs, you were still sitting on his back. You were kissing his neck.

“Are you ready for me in my lace underwear?” You whisper in his ear. You feel him squeezing your thights.

“If you keep whispering things like that in my ear I’ll drop you and I undress you right here on the stairs.”

By the time you could answer he already found an empty room. Zach drops you on the bed.

“Now I want to see that lace bodysuit.” Zach said with a smirk on his face and eyes full of lust. You were a little drunk so that gave you even more confidence than you already had. You stood up and made Zach sit down on the bed. First you went to lock the door. This was your moment, for you and Zach. Your champion deserved it. After you locked the door you turned around and stood in front of Zach. First you took of his old basketball shirt while looking him straight in the eye. Zach wanted to stand up to kiss you.

“Not yet, you’ll have to watch first babe.”

“But you already made me wait so long, I can’t take it anymore babygirl.”

You slipped out of your shoes and you unzipped your shorts, they immediately dropped on the floor just as Zach’s jaw. You walked towards Zach and sat on your knees in front of him.

“You like what you see?” You ask while you start to unzip his pants.

When you take of Zach’s short you see is hard on in his boxers. It wasn’t the first time but today it seemed bigger than other times. But that could be because of the alcohol.

You start to kiss his length on top of his boxers. You feel Zach taking the straps of your bodysuit down. You look up to meet his glance while taking of your bodysuit.

“Better?” you wink at him.

“You look so incredibly good baby.” Zach whispers.

You take of his boxers and kiss his full length. You hear Zach moan softly so you decide to take him in your mouth. You start slowly and your pace goes faster and faster. Zach is already breathing heavy.

“Damn..this feels so good baby..” he moans out.

After a couple more minutes Zach pulls you on top of him.

“That felt so good but I don’t think I could take any longer” he whispers while still breathing heavy

Zach starts to kiss your neck and massages one of your breasts while you roll your hips over his erection which leads to Zach moaning heavy. Suddenly Zach picks you up and lays you on the bed with him above you.

“I really want you right now.” Zach whispers in your ear.

Zach places his erection at your entrance and slowly slides into you. You couldn’t help it but moan loud even tho you knew you should keep a little quite since there were people outside.

Zach starts to thurst into you. The two of you are breathing heavy trying to control your moans.

“Oh babe your so thight”  Zach said while thrusting faster and faster.

“Zach..go deeper.” You moan.

Zach picks one of your legs and lays it on his shoulder and he starts going deeper. You can’t take it anymore and let out a heavy moan. Zach starts to thrust even faster. The thing you’re experiencing right now, you never experienced before. You started scratching Zach’s back trying to control you moaning. With all you power you try to let Zach know you want to let him enjoy and turn the two of you around. It didn’t take long before he noticed. You’re sitting on top of him and let your hips roll again. Zach starts to massage your breast while his breathing gets heavier and heavier. He puts his hands on your hips letting your hips roll faster and faster.

“Zach I’m close..” you moan out while Zach started to rub your clit.

When suddenly the both of you moan loud and Zach’s thrusts slow down. You lay next to him and let out a heavy breath.

“I wish I could become champion everyday if this is what I get for it. How do you do all that? I’ve never experienced this” Zach said still trying to control his breathing.

“As much as I want to cuddle with you right now I think we should probably socialize a little.” Zach says while laughing a little.

“Yeah we probably should. You go already I’ll see you downstairs.” You tell him. Zach puts his clothes on goes downstairs while you go search a bathroom to refresh a little.

When you come downstairs you see Zach and his friends high-fiving and laughing. You’re pretty sure he didn’t tell them but when the two of you disappeared for 30 minutes they could imagine what was going on. You rolled your eyes sarcastically at Zach and poured yourself another drink. Right now it was time to party and celebrate the championship. But the start player just got to celebrate extra good.

Let me know what you think!

Trashy child, trashy mom, trashy yard!

Okay so buckle up as I unwind a marvelous tale of revenge, lust, betrayal and MURDER! Okay, maybe just some petty revenge. On mobile.

Now look here. I live in a nice residential neighborhood. We are the only college students in a sea of families. Because of this I make a point to be respectful to these families. No raging parties, just the occasional bonfire. Not midnight screaming match with the boyf. No loud sex noises. All in all, best college neighbors ever.

However, there is the one woman who is always just a jerk. About once a calender season, her and her boyfriend have screaming matches in the street between 2-4am. And I don’t mean they fight for 2 hours straight and I could walk out and yell at them. I am the kind of person who would do that. Instead they fight, usually about her cheating??? Then walk a few blocks down, I fall asleep then they come back just as I drift off. But you know what, I don’t know her life. I let it slide.

But this dickfuzz of a woman also has a child. She yells at him a lot but never at night. Again not my problem. Until yesterday. Little heathen is prancing around my yard picking dandelions. Cool little man, do you. But no, I forgot this SOB is a the hell spawn that even Satan didn’t want to own up to making. Out of nowhere kicks the full trash can awaiting pick up into my yard.

This is not a bump oh noooo situation. Little beast flat round house kicked it sent everything flying. I was in clear view on the porch at this point enjoying an after dinner coffee and I rightfully contain any swearing. Instead I say, “what are you doing? Pick that up!”

Not even a sorry as the kid dashes away to his house. I get up to cross the street to knock on his door and Noone answers. I know his mother is home, her car is there and TV was on. But hey, maybe not. I’m not breaking down the door to find out. I pick up my trash and toss it back into the can and continue on with my night.

Little did I know, the boyf threw out the cat food my cat didn’t like. I was unaware it still had food in it, which then scattered into my yard. Cue me waking up the next morning getting ready to rush to class when BAM trash EVERYWHERE!!! Just as the garbage men drive by with a apologetic look.

As I look sadly at the scattered dreams,  a neighbor sitting on her porch calls out. Said she thought she had heard raccoons last night then a bang. This is very likely since there was a trail of cat food leading up to a treasure trove of raccoon snacks. Well, time to skip class to clean up since I’m being watched.

Now my boy and I cook a lot. We always throw out our left overs from the week on garbage night. Last night when I cleaned it up it was still a bit cold. But now, it has been baking in the unseasonably warm can and has festered. Nasty gross uck. Plus it has to go back behind my house until next week. Suddenly the kids mother appears and starts outright whining about how college kids are so inconsiderate, never take care of their yards, litter, ect.

Okay. Losing patience, but maybe she didn’t know. I calmly explain what happened yesterday and how it most likely factored into the events of the morning. (Never had raccoon problems ever) I didn’t even solely blame her kid, even though it only happened because of Deathwing  Jr.

She just goes on a tiraide about how it couldn’t be her flame imp of a child. How my yard always looked like this and I was just trying to blame it on her kid. (Like really? I’ve always had bacon fat crusted boxes hanging out in my yard?) And how she’s glad someone finally made me pick it up but if I don’t stop involving her child she would report me to the HOA. (Uh, we don’t have one? ) She proceeded to complain as crossed the street while unfortunately not being hit by a car.

Alright. Long fuse, big bomb. I silently pick up the rest of the crap and ignore the neighbors comments about what a horrid woman she was. Instead I begin plotting.

You see the trench swan has a baby. And I see her take out the trash at least once a night, with what I am assume are stink bombs of diapers. As soon as night falls I enact my plan. I grab a handful of cat TREATS! Racoon go bonkers for them. And make a small invisible trail to her trash can in the alley. I even prop open the lid with a stick. I’m barely out of sight when I see the first set of reflective eyes.

This morning I was woken up much happier at 7am to her screaming about all raccoons needing to be shot. (Hey now, they’re just trying to eat.) Take a peak and they had not only thrown the dirty diapers and other trash all over the alley but also dragged it all over the right side of her front yard. Took her 2 hours to clean up after the hour of complaining while standing in dirty diaper scent range hoping a neighbor would help her. Eventually made the kid come out to help, (why is he not in school, like it’s a freaking Thursday) now he knew, but there isnt a damn thing he can do about it. Just gave me the evil eye while i sat on the porch. That was a good cup of coffee.

I will continue to do this every few nights until the next trash day. So maybe a solid more times. Plus, raccoons get a nice snack. I just hope I remember to bring snacks next time.

TLDR; Brat knocked over my trash can, I cleaned up but raccoons knocked it over again due to his roundhouse kick. Mom then complained about the trash in my yard as I was cleaning it up. Baited their diaper filled trash for prime racoon attack. It worked. Diapers everywhere. Got to watch them clean up.

Note: if they put out traps I will cancel the plan and disable the traps. No need for our furry scavengers to get hurt.

UPDATE TIME: Tried to do it again last night. Wanted to scope out the area. Diner squall is sitting on the porch in the dark muttering in the dark to her boyfriend? I haven’t seen them throw out any trash yet. No sign of raccoons either. Will update when I see them throw out something and reenact the plan.

LAST UPDATE: So I’m too busy to maintain this thread or my revenge. My petty fire has died. Saw her throw out a diaper genie bag last night. (Ew) called on the coons one last time. Was messy as hell when I went to bed at 1 last night. Cleaned up the morning. For good measure when I saw her come home today after my classes she looked dead tired. I am amused. Goodbye!

- Chapter Ten -

“There are a million reasons why this shouldn’t work…but there is only one reason why it should…”


31 weeks

What no one ever warns you about when you are pregnant, is how emotional you really get. Yeah, they will throw it around here and there, use it as an excuse to why they overreact and become a literal space case, but really it’s so much more than that. You truly lose every bit of your ability to mask your feelings. You get angry and boil over faster than a steaming kettle, you cry at the drop of a hat, you even, without meaning to, take things much more seriously than they are intended.

You also became vastly more aware of all of these feelings surging inside you. Even if it’s the very last thing you want to do.


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I promised @legojacques a ficlet about Kent and sticky notes. 

side note: is it possible to write fics about fics you haven’t published yet?


Things Kent knows about himself:

He’s petty.

He’s more intelligent than people give him credit for.

He forgets things really easily.

Super easily, actually. He remembers being in the Q and having the best memory out of anyone on the team. Nowadays, he’s lucky if he can remember something long enough to write it down. He read somewhere about trauma inducing memory loss. Kent doesn’t care to figure out if it’s from physical or emotional trauma since he’s no stranger to both, and they equally suck.

Which is why he’s taken to carrying around a pen and a pack of sticky notes wherever he goes. Kit hates it because sometimes she’ll go roaming around, and find them inexplicably stuck to her tail. The cleaning company also hates them because it’s against their policy to move personal items. Which means his kitchen cabinets haven’t been wiped down in a solid month. Jeff hates them the most because if Kent so much as tries to leave a message for him on the fridge, it gets lost under fifteen different notes about what they need to fix for next week’s drills.

For Kent, however, they’re a great way to keep track of his thoughts. Just last week, he’d woken up in the middle of the night, grabbed a glass of milk, wrote down exactly what they need to get an edge over Seattle, and fell back asleep. It took them twenty minutes to find it the next morning. But they did beat the Schooners.

Unfortunately, there were a few instances where sticky notes were more to his detriment than anything. Case in point, he woke up a few mornings ago to find a sticky note on his bathroom mirror. It had a doodle of a duck with a heart next to it. Underneath the words “rematch island” were scrawled in his signature drunk-cursive. Kent only writes cursive when he’s drunk.

Since then, he’s cycled through almost every possibility imaginable. But he still can’t figure out what rematch island means. They’re on a roadie through part of the Metropolitan division. He keeps thinking that something will come up; something will give him an inkling as to what he’s forgetting. A hand claps his shoulder, stirring him out of his thoughts.

Jeff is chatting with him amicably as their flight descends into New York. But it takes a few seconds for Kent’s mind to process his words.

“What?” Kent finally asks.

Troy sighs, “how much of that didja hear?”

Kent winces slowly. “Something about a party?”

Jeff looks at him neutrally. “Close enough,” he decides. “She said it doesn’t start until ten so we’ll have plenty of time to shower up.”

“Who did?”

“Jesus, Parse,” Troy berates. “Lardo? She called on Saturday. I thought you wrote it down somewhere?”

Kent’s eyes furrow. His mind clicks everything into place. They were playing the Islanders tonight. Lardo had made him promise a beer pong rematch after last month’s victory over her. The duck, the heart—of fucking course. He bites the inside of his cheek.

Jeff raises his eyebrows, frowning in confusion. “What?”

“I forgot what my note meant.” Kent blushes. He fishes it out of his back pocket, handing it to Jeff.

Jeff stares at it for a few seconds before bursting out into laughter.

“Quit it,” Kent grumbles.

“I’m sending this her, right now,” he chuckles. He pulls out his phone and opens snapchat.

“Babe,” Kent whines.

“Don’t ‘babe’ me,” Troy counters. “What’s the point of metamours if I can’t chirp you?”

Kent tries in vain to suppress a grin. He loves his boyfriend…and his girlfriend. They shutout the Islanders. A few hours later, they’re fashionably late showing up at Lardo and Camilla’s apartment. Jeff kisses him earnestly before dragging Carter, Goose, and Perry to kitchen for drinks. He finds Lardo out on the balcony, laughing with one of her friends from work. Kent hugs her from behind, causing Larissa to yelp in surprise.

“Fuck, you scared me,” she grunts.

“Sorry,” he mumbles.

She turns to him, offering a sip of her mixed drink.

“I heard you spaced on me,” Lardo chirps, clearly amused.

“I wrote it down,” Kent swears.

“I saw.” She pulls out her phone to show him the screenshot she took. “You’re getting better at drawing ducks.”

He beams excitedly. “Yea? You liked it?”

Lardo smirks as she gets on her tip toes to kiss him. “I’d give it an A for effort. B for execution.”

Kent chuckles. “I’ll take it.”

Yin & Yang (Taehyung x Reader One shot)

Plot: When you wanted a breath of fresh air and to cry your eyes out at an internship rejection, you never thought it would happen in a remote area during the interval of a Bangtan concert. 

You also never thought Kim Taehyung would help you pick up the pieces. 

You certainly didn’t think he’d keep coming back into your life either. 

No, you never did. But opposites attract right? Fate works in wonders and its time you started to believe in it. 


Words: 6k

Genre: Fluff, some angst. 

AN: @taeniall I want to say thank you for keeping my head up during exams, every time I logged into tumblr you were there to tell me I’d do great and that really does brighten up my day. You know what this fic is about, so with all my heart- this is dedicated to you. 

Originally posted by softykook

The atmosphere at the concert had made you want to go outside to get some fresh air, you loved that you could see Bangtan but the hall was unusually hot for you so you needed to get out during the interval. You didn’t see where you  were going or if it was off limits, but no one seemed to be around your space so you thought it was safe. 

It was a car park, and you were sure you weren’t supposed to be in the car park either. It had restriction signs with threats of prosecution for anyone caught loitering around the fence. You didn’t care at this moment though, you needed to breathe and this air was doing your lungs well. 

You sat down on the curb, taking a deep breath as you closed her eyes. 

You texted your friend to let her know you were just outside getting some air and then checked your emails. It had escaped your attention today was the day you’d be finding out from one of the one internship you desperately wanted. You had worked your ass off to study for those tests and attended the interviews in the hope of landing a life changing opportunity. 

Seeing an inbox from the company, you proceeded to open it. 

A rejection. 

The weight of the implications hit you like  a ton of bricks. This was your shot and you blew it. How else were you going to make it into the reporting world? The road to the rest of your life felt like it had closed. It confirmed your deepest fears: you were a failure. 

You leaned back, taking deep breaths. Tears escaped from your eyes that were shut quicker than you could control and you used your sleeve to wipe them. 

“I don’t think you should be here…” The hairs on the back of your neck froze. This was probably a hallucination. The velvety deep voice, one that you had heard countless times in interviews sounded awfully like-

“K-Kim Taehyung?” You asked yourself, wiping your eyes some more before shooting your head around towards the voice. 

p>“Hi.” You weren’t hallucinating, in the flesh there was Kim Taehyung who you had just seen performing a while ago before the interval. He looked ethereal under the moonlight standing by the door you had entered from. It was like all those high intensity dance moves hadn’t effected him. He looked fresh. 

“I’m so sorry, I’ll get out of your way.” You babbled getting up, but Taehyung caught your arm. 

To your amazement, he was smiling. You thought he’d call security, but he wasn’t- he was calm. You were starting to panic on the inside. What would Kim Taehyung want to do with you holding your arm like that?

Surprised, you looked down at where he held your arm and then back up to Taehyung. His eyes were fixed on you, but seeing the shock in your eyes had made confused. 

“Well I can’t say fans normally run away from me if I say hi to them. “ He smiled a heartbreaking smile. 

You were speechless. “I- I don’t want to disturb you.” You managed to croak out. The longer his arm was on yours, you forgot about the stifling heat of the stadium. You were comforted by the coolness of Taehyung’s hand. 

Taehyung laughed.

“I’ve been coming out here during intervals to look at the stars. I do it before going back to perform. It’s nice to have company sometimes. Plus, you look like you could use it”. He said referring to the redness in your eyes probably.  

“You wanna talk about it?” Taehyung asked, an reassuring smile on his face that made your forget what you were upset about. 

“I don’t want to bother you with my worries. I’m so sorry for just interrupting your space like this.” You said, feeling uneasy about telling Kim Taehyung one of the biggest opportunities of your life had just slipped under your finger tips and made you cry like a baby. 

“How about you tell me about whats bothering you and I’ll tell you some of mine?” He said sitting down right next to you on the curb. 

You had just seen him performing, and now he sat next to you so freely. You were sure he wasn’t like that with other fans. 

“I don’t know…” You admitted, you didn’t want one of your inspirations to think you were a failure. 

“How about you tell me about why you like our music then? We can go from there.” He said smiling. It shouldn’t be normal, but you felt your worries lift off with that smile. 

With a nervous sigh, you decided to step out into the unknown and begin. 

“I started listening to Bangtan after…”

You couldn’t believe you had spent the last fifteen minutes telling Kim Taehyung, (your bias as well) about your life story getting involved with his music. He listened intently, awed at you as much as you were awed at him. You realised he really cared about the fans, wanting to know more about your life. 

“It’s nice to know what you’re- or what you guys are doing. We don’t get to go out that much, so it’s nice to hear.” Taehyung said. 

“I hope you get enough rest, you all work so hard.” You added in, tucking a hair strand behind your ear.

There was a silence before Taehyung broke it. 

“So what is it that you want to do?”

“I think I want to travel, but travel with purpose. A reporter probably, but you know how the world works. It’s about connections for that kind of business and I have none. It’s probably why I got rejected from that internship.” You admitted, letting a bit about yourself come out which was something not everyone saw. But here you were, pouring your inner thoughts out to Kim Taehyung, an idol. 

“Pretty.” He said, and you momentarily froze.

There had to be something going on, NO WAY did Kim Taehyung just call you pretty?

“The views pretty good I’ll say.” You said looking up at the stars to confirm he wasn’t talking about you. There’s no way Kim Taehyung was talking about you, there had to be an ulterior motive. Was this just a fan prank or something? It had to be. 

“The views good too.” Taehyung chuckled. 

“It was nice to meet you Y/N. It’s nice not to be met with screams for once. I wish you every luck in the future.” He then lifted himself up and offered you his hand to grasp. 

You looked up at him. He was ethereal. How was he even holding out his hand for you? You figured it was probably the last time you’d see him and for some reason that hurt. Despite being next to him only for a short time: you felt comfortable. Taehyung also seemed comfortable, which you were sure wasn’t normal for someone who was just meeting a fan.

“What are you thinking about? It makes me curious.” Taehyung said, bending down to your level.

“You’re still young. You’ll figure out your dreams. Someone once told me good things happen to those who wait, so you’ll get your break soon too. You’ll make your connections.” His smile looked determined, if you had known anything about Taehyung from watching him in front of a screen it was that you could tell when he had a hint of mischief in his eyes. 

You let out a smile and took his hand. Taehyung pulled you up and you nearly lost balance and stubbed his toe.

“Oh God I’m so sorry. What if you can’t dance?”. You said panicked. 

Taehyung sighed. “You’ll probably get sued by BigHit.” 

You looked at him with wide eyes. 

“Kidding!” He laughed. You couldn’t help but let out a smile. 

“Smile more. It suits you.” Taehyung said. Your cheeks were on fire. 

“Aren’t you remotely worried I could spread rumours about meeting you?” You asked sceptically after a moment. 

“Not really, You didn’t scream when you saw me, faint, run or look at your phone even once. I trust you.” He said. 

“That’s awfully nice of you. I won’t say anything, promise.” You let out a smile again, and Taehyung beamed. 

“That’s better. How amazing am I, I saw you crying and now you’re beaming.” He laughed, but was interrupted by a buzzer.

“Oh, I have to get back. The show starts in five minutes.” He said.

Oh. It meant it was time to say bye. Bye from someone who had brightened you up instantly. 

“Good luck with everything Bangtan, you’re going to be industry defining.” You said, keeping the smile on. 

“And you, one day you’ll be the reporter who interviews me after I design the Gucci mens collection.”  

You laughed.

“Promise.” 

“Promise.”

Taehyung held out his slender finger and sealed your expectations with a pinky promise. 

If someone had told you an hour ago, that you’d be pinky promising with Kim Taehyung you would have told them the moon had cheese on it. 

Life worked in weird ways, and you’d cherish how you met Kim Taehyung and would keep it a little secret, shared just between you two. 

After saying your goodbyes, you enjoyed the rest of the concert and your friends had noticed a change in your mood. You seemed peaceful. 

“What happened in the car park?” Sa-Jan asked loudly over the music.

“Nothing! The air was just really refreshing. I needed it.” You replied back, but your eyes were focused on Taehyung who had just paused to say something after I NEED U finished.

“I have a message for you all. Whatever you’re doing in life, whatever you want to do: it’ll take time but don’t give up. It’ll get better soon. I promise.” 

The stadium went wild, but it shook you. There had to be something going on behind this all, it didn’t make sense for Kim Taehyung to do this all for you. Maybe he just saw you as a representative of all fans, but then he knew you were different. You tried to get out of his sight when you met him. 

You could see his eyes scanning the audience, and for a split second you could swear they met yours before the intro of RUN started and he went back to his position.

3 months later

Things had gotten better. 

Whilst you didn’t land that coveted internship, you were shadowing a veteran reporter who use to cover some of the biggest stories back in the 80s. Mr Jian had approached you by email after reading some of your work in an old college paper. You graciously accepted the offer, knowing your route to being a good reporter hadn’t shut. 

On your day off from him, you were at home watching a series on netflix when your friend showed up unannounced and screamed how she had gotten you tickets to a fan meet and greet with Bangtan as an early birthday present. 

You gulped. That would mean seeing Kim Taehyung again, the guy who low key inspired most of your works with his message about never giving up. 

“Come on! We can actually meet them in person!” 

The propsect of meeting Taehyung again had you on edge. You couldn’t stop thinking about him for a while after you had met him in the car park those months ago. 

You knew how expensive those tickets were to get, so it would seem ungrateful to turn them down. Yet you were worried Taehyung would forget who you were and just treat you like anybody else. You didn’t want that. A small part of you liked to think he knew you, but as time went by you convinced yourself he probably just saw you as a fan to help out since she was crying. 

You agreed to go to the meet and greet: for your friend, and you would meet the rest of Bangtan too which wasn’t an opportunity to just pass up like that. Taehyung’s possible forgetfulness be damned. 

As soon as it was your turn to see Taehyung, he smiled brightly to your surprised. 

“Y/N!” He even remembered your name. 

Once again he looked ethereal, but you noticed Jungkook shooting a shook look at how Taehyung had called you by his name before pressing his lips in contemplation and turning back to his fan. 

The inner fangirl inside knew this would be caught on camera.

“My friend got me early birthday tickets to come here. I wanted to say hi.” You said smiling, realising you had over analysed the whole thing before. Taehyung didn’t forget you. 

“Hi.” Taehyung simply said smiling.

“Hi.” You said back, a smile on your face too like you had just met an old friend and were waiting to hug them.

Given the lack of contact between you two, no holding hands or teasing- it must have looked weird to everyone else. 

Taehyung picked up on that, so entwined your hands with his. 

“Room 555. That’s where I’m going to be in an hour. Wait for me. The passwords 1221.” He said keeping up appearances with twirling your hands around. 

“Your hands are so small!” He matched his long slender fingers up to your petite ones in comparison. It looked like he was doting on you, like all the others were doting on the girls in line. It wouldn’t raise questions. 

You played up too, resting your head on the table in embarrassment. 

Taehyung laughed and you were about to say something else but a staff member hurried you across to Jungkook. 

You gave a last knowing smile to Taehyung before meeting with the maknae. 

Jungkook looked at you in contemplation. The smart cookie (no pun intended) picked something up. 

He also entwined his hand with yours in an act but narrowed his eyes out on  you, a smirk on his face.

“Y/N.” Jungkook said your name, earning a short glance from Taehyung.

“Are you Taehyungshi’s new friend?” He teased, making sure Taehyung heard. 

“Why, are you worried I’ll take your place?” You joked back. 

Jungkook smiled a cheesy smile before saying ‘shhhhh…’ and left you confused. 

He turned the conversation into a usual fan-idol one, and you realised you had forgotten to appreciate the maknae. Jungkook and you managed to joke around, but there was a curious tone lacing his voice. He wanted to know how Taehyung knew you. 

Soon enough, you were ushered to finish and that was the end of your meet and greet. All of them were lovely, but it was difficult to say you didn’t have a real attraction to Kim Taehyung. He was  

Your friend still had time until her visit though, so when she was in que you managed to find the entrance to the set of rooms and push a password in. You wandered until you found the room Taehyung had asked you to find, but didn’t need to look far as you were pulled in by a familiar arm.

“Hey you!” Taehyung decided to embrace you in his arms so casually. 

“How are you doing?” He asked.

“Good. I’m shadowing one of the oldest veteran reporters in the country, which is weird since I had no idea how she managed to find out-” You momentarily had looked up to see Taehyung’s reaction, which was plastered in a smirk.

No, he wouldn’t do that. It was impossible. 

Your mind flashed back to the mischief you saw in his eyes when he said not to worry a few months back.

“No, why would you do this?” You asked, surprised that he went to those  lengths to get your recognised. 

“I know some people, it’s no big deal. I’ve been reading your stuff for the past month too- it’s really good!” 

You blushed. Your recent stuff had been following the kpop world and you did an article on Bangtan where you admitted Taehyung was your bias. 

You cradled your head in your hands embarrassed. 

“This is so embarrassing! How much did you read?” You asked peeking out of your hands.

“I may or may not have read the part where you said Kim Taehyung stole your heart a while ago, but you’re going to try and give a balanced over view of Bangtan none the less.” Taehyung chuckled, a bright smile on his face. 

“Stole your heart, hey?” He teased.

You were mortified. 

“I think anyone who steals your heart deserves to at least be able to take you out for coffee, right?” 

How you had the courage to agree to coffee with Taehyung, you never knew. Yet, it was safe to say it began the start of something new. 

Your coffee date was a week later, and Taehyung had managed to book a private booth where you both got to know each other. 

“Isn’t it weird to just ask a fan out for coffee like this?” You asked honestly, finishing your macchiato. 

“I think we were past the fan-idol stage when you poured your heart out to me.” Taehyung admitted.  

“Are, we friends then?” You asked, trying to keep your calm inside.

“Friends.” He confirmed, but with a familiar look of mischief in is eyes. 

Coffee dates with Taehyung became a regular thing from then on, but the life of an idol began to take its toll on you as well. 

Rumours had emerged of Taehyung dating a member of a girls group but you didn’t want to press too much on it, that was until his phone kept on ringing when you were having coffee with him.

“Answer it, it must be important.” You re-assured him that you were okay with it. 

For once, Taehyung seemed annoyed as he picked up his phone. 

“Hello?…Hi…I’m actually kind of busy, what- no, you followed me?..No, I’m not angry but, okay, okay, yeah it’s cool we’re at the back booth.”

Taehyung mouthed he was sorry to you over the phone, but you weren’t quite catching on until he put the phone down.

“I’m sure you’ve..probably heard the rumours.’ Taehyung looked uncomfortable around you for once. 

“I’ve seen some of them.” You admitted. 

“I kind of…am ‘dating’ Eun from YIU.” Taehyung said. 

“It’s more to help their albums sell, BigHit and their company did a small scale merger.” Taehyung was the one bumbling for once, as he tried to justify himself to you.

“It’s okay Tae.” You said, repressing that the rumours were technically true. You shouldn’t have raised your hopes up in the first place anyway in the back of your mind. Kim Taehyung was an idol, and you weren’t. You were just a fan he helped out and made a friend out of in the process. There was nothing more to these coffee dates.

You smiled at him, because if anything you learnt from Taehyung that a smile can be deceiving. 

Your brief moment of silence was interrupted by none other than Eun. In other circumstances you would have been ecstatic to meet her, but YIU never really held your appeal that much so you were much more calm. You bowed your head to her in respect, but you decided not to like her the moment she gave you a once over and didn’t acknowledge you politely.

“Taeeeeeeshi you know you’re not supposed to be seen with any other girls!” Eun screeched, stomping her expensive heels on the floor. 

Taeeshi? You internally rolled your eyes. 

Taehyung chuckled in awkwardness. “This is my friend Y/N, we don’t have anything to worry about.” Taehyung tried to justify himself and Eun gave you a stinging look from the corner of her eyes.

“How about you sit down? We can all have coffee together.” He said, offering Eun a place to sit on his side of the sofa but instead she decided to plant herself on his lap. 

You were boiling inside, and you knew there was no reason to. Taehyung wasn’t yours. You shouldn’t feel a claim on him. 

“You know what I think it’s time for me to leave. Enjoy your date guys. Nice to meet you Eun.” You said getting up and grabbing your purse. 

“Y/N- wai-” Taehyung was cut of by Eun who had just kissed him on the cheek. 

“Smile!” She then took a selfie of Tae’s dazed face with her lips on them. 

“Aish, good riddance. I thought she was going to stay here. Now, we were talking about a collabo-” 

You blocked out Eun’s obnoxious voice from your head and walked out the coffee place as fast as you could. Outside, you hailed a taxi and got in giving the driver your address. On the ride home you decided you didn’t have to make things awkward, because then Taehyung would think you got the wrong message. You were just a fan. A fan.

You convinced yourself there was nothing more. 

A week and a half later, your responded to the incessant banging on your apartment door ready to scream at whoever thought they could do that. 

“Hey, this isn’t-” You pre prepared response was cut short by the sight of a disheveled Taehyung. 

“You haven’t been picking up my calls for a week now. I had to go through concert records to find out where you live.” He said holding up a bunch of documents. 

“ Do you have an explanation?” Taehyung’s voice was octaves lower than usual, which meant he was pissed off. A rare sight. 

A scary rare sight. 

“There’s no explanation. You’re busy with your girlfriend.” You said, but it was impossible to hide the hint of annoyance in your voice. 

Taehyung chuckled lowly, taking an uninvited step into your apartment and shutting the door behind him.

“Is this what’s this about?” He asked, picking up on how you couldn’t hide your annoyance. 

“No. It’s not.” You lied through your teeth looking away from him.

Taehyung sighed. 

“I was going to wait. But I think I have to do this now.”

Your face was touched by Taehyung’s cool hands as he tilted your head towards him, cradling your face. He took two steps forward, right up to you and bore his eyes into yours. 

You gazed back, dumbfounded. 

Did you want this?

Yes, you did. 

But did you want it whilst he was with someone else, even if it was staged?

No. 

Reason wasn’t cooperating with you right now, you could smell the cool mint from his breath and his eyes that were searching your face frantically.

“So beautiful.” 

He had a knack for adding more fire to your cheeks. 

With inches to spare from his lips coming into a delicious contact with yours, you tilted your head to the other side and took hold of Taehyung’s writs which had gently cradled your head.

“Not like this. You’ll regret it.” You whispered.

“Why? Do you think I’ll just have you and then go on living my life, Y/N? After all our time together, I thought you knew me a little better.”Taehyung protested.

“You’re with someone else, Taehyung”.

“See? Eun is the problem then.” He re-confirmed his earlier suspicion.

There was a pause, as you tried to become fascinated with the marble of the floor and Taehyung sighed in frustration. 

“She’s just a company thing, I swear! There may have been some flirting at first but it’s only because I’m oblivious to these things!”. Taehyung defended himself. 

You knew his excuse was right, it was just a company thing and Taehyung really couldn’t tell if he was being too friendly with people. It didn’t stop making you feel bad though. Like you were connected, Taehyung picked up on your sadness.

“A few months ago, I saw you crying and just wanted to find out what was wrong before walking you back to the concert. Then, you looked so frightened I couldn’t help but stay with you a little longer. I realised that I really liked the sound of your voice, how calm you were and how I wanted to fix how hopeless you sounded. That’s when I wanted to be around you. So yes, I did get you that job with a veteran reporter but I don’t regret it one bit. It sent you my way again and that’s made me even more happy than I’ve ever been. I’m not about to lose you to some stupid company relationship Y/N.” The seriousness in Taehyung’s voice and eyes was a rare sight. 

“I hate you Kim Taehyung. You made me fall in love with you.” You said lowly, not caring you had just admitted how much you liked Taehyung. 

You were polar opposites. Taehyung was bubbly, sweet and optimistic. You were collected, sceptical and probably walked around with a confused look on your face most of the time- or so you were told.

You were Yin and Taehyung were Yang. It was either going to work or crash into a million pieces. 

“I can’t say I hate you. I could never hate someone like you.” Taehyung just re-confirmed your yin yang theory. His optimism shined out. 

“I love you, and this is going to work out.” Taehyung re-assured you with a sweet smile. 

“What about your company girlfriend?”You asked.

“It’ll clear up. I know it will. Watch their albums sell a few, and then it’ll all be over.” Whatever Taehyung said seemed to calm you down instantly.

You smiled. 

“I’m sorry for being such a drama queen.” 

“It’s okay, you’re my drama queen.”

The rest of the night saw Taehyung become introduced to the most intimate place in your life: your home. This new development with Taehyung was probably the most intense, the knowledge that both of you liked each other made you see how adorably extra Taehyung was. 

After watching a movie, you made him dinner and he sat on the kitchen counter eager to taste what you were making.

“You know you can’t do that stuff to me until you break up with her?” You clarified, making sure Taehyung knew that encircling you from behind couldn’t happen just yet.

“It’s not like I’m in a real relationship…” He said, dangerously close to the silver of your neck. 

“If this is you now, what are you going to be like when we’re together?” You asked yourself out loud. 

“Why, you scared?” Taehyung’s voice was octaves lower, his lips still close to your neck.

“Petrified.” You said pessimistically, even though you were excited on the inside. 

Kim Taehyung was ethereal, and you still couldn’t quite believe he wanted you. 

“You better be.” Taehyung finished before backing away back to his seat on the counter. 

Dinner was served, and Taehyung ate eagerly letting you know how much he enjoyed the food. You were awed by how natural everything felt with him. Dinner passed smoothly, sometimes you ate in a comfortable silence, with other moments of Taehyung making you laugh and vice versa. 

After dinner you put the dishes away in the dish washer and found Taehyung messing around with your stereo system and area.

“Wow, you sure are a number 1 fan.” He said, holding out all your Bangtan CD’s. 

“The best. You know, Jungkook was my bias at first.” You teased. 

Taehyung growled in response, and you threw your head back in laughter. “Only for two months. Then you came along and I couldn’t stop looking at you. You ruined me.”

Taehyung approved of your response, shooting you a heartbreaking wink. 

He turned on the stereo and a slow song started to play. 

“You can say sorry by dancing with me.” Taehyung said.

“I can’t dance.” You made known. 

“No girlfriend of mine won’t be able to dance.” He sighed playfully, stalking towards you. 

Reluctantly, you agreed because you figured he’d get bored or hurt after you stubbed his toe. Taehyung put his arms on your hips whilst you rested yours on his shoulders.

“Ready? 1,2,3…” Taehyung tried to re-assure you. The music started to pick up slowly, and he started to lead but you were hopeless at following.

“I’m not an idol, Tae! I can’t just waltz out of the blue.” You laughed, but Taehyung was taking none of it.

He playfully sighed. 

“What am I going to do with you? Put your feet on my toes.” Taehyung’s smart idea was to lift you up to dance. He was beaming down at you and your heart nearly stopped.

“Stop dazzling me.” You whispered. 

“Why don’t you stop?” He taunted back.

Playful bickering became a part of your relationship. Eventually things worked in your favour, as Taehyung’s optimism seemed to have positive effects. Things got better for you, you rose up the ranks in the reporting world slowly and Taehyung had managed to be your rock. Little did you know, you were equally a rock for him. You didn’t realise it, but Taehyung did. You were the only one he would call up at 3am, or advise him on what the best thing to do was, or make him feel better with just a knowing look. 

Yin and Yang, both in sync together. 

You had managed to keep your relationship quiet for a long time, but two years down the line you were now a reporter known around and Taehyung had just launched his collection with Gucci on the side. 

The emotions hit you when you realised you were the one assigned to interview him, because this is what you had said would happen one day.

During the interview, you thought things went smoothly. Though, everything went smoothly with you and Taehyung because you were a couple of two years now. You couldn’t pick up on the small flirtations and bickering that went along during your interviews: but everyone else did. 

You didn’t realise it until you watched a clip on YouTube labelled ‘Taehyung x Y/N”.

“So, Gucci Kim Taehyung?” Your voice echoed from the screen, even your body language on camera looked way too comfortable. Your smile was the most natural, and Taehyung had a knowing smirk on his face too. 

Anyone with a brain would know something was up.

“Gucci.” Taehyung simply said with an adoring smile. 

His stare on screen towards you was smoldering, and it was probably because the first time you saw him after his tour was at the interview and not at home. 

“What inspired you to collaborate with Gucci?” You asked. 

“Well, I once met a girl and she just got Gucci on my mind. I couldn’t stop thinking about h- I mean Gucci.” 

Taehyung had made game over at this point, because camera you had looked down smiling.

“That’s a mighty inspiration.” You reply.

“I hope Gucci continues to inspire you.” Camera you peeked above from her eyelashes. 

“They do. In many ways, every single time of the day. Very passionate.” 

Camera you blushed at Taehyung’s voice and slight revelation about your love life. 

Watching the interview back, you cringed because it was a very private moment. You were surprised your company decided to air it. SNS had started to  blow up with theories on who you were to Taehyung too. 

You called Taehyung out of being anxious. 

“Gucci inspiration, baby? Seriously!” You yelled down the phone.

Taehyung laughed loudly. 

“Have you seen SNS? I think it’s time we come out clean.” He said, which earned you a nervous feeling in your stomach.

“You do?”

“It’s been 2 years, I’d really like to show you off to the world and you’d probably like to stop seeing those advances from douche’s at work who think you’re single.” 

You agreed, but were worried about the reactions that would come out of it. 

“Fine, I’m okay with it. If you are.” You clarified.

“Perfect, I’ll have a statement published later today. I’ll see you at dinner baby, okay?”. 

You gave your love to Taehyung and then hung up. 

The statement never came out though, which had you worried. Maybe Taehyung had changed his mind and wanted to keep things under wraps but it would be difficult for you though because the theories would continue. They were pilling up on your twitter too behind all other posts. 

That night, when you were about to ask Taehyung about the statement after dinner you were surprised to see him say he wanted to take you out on a drive. You knew Taehyung was probably exhausted from all his work today but agreed seeing he was so persuasive. 

“Where are we going?” You asked sweetly, in the hopes he would tell you.

“Trust me.” Those were the only two words that came out of his mouth. Taehyung even made you close your eyes as he put a blindfold on you. This was exciting, but surprises made you more anxious. 

The car stopped, and you asked if you could take the blindfold off. 

“Not yet, just follow my lead.” He said as he took your arm out of the car and lead you towards wherever he was taking you.

The cool night air here felt familiar. 

“Okay, open.” He took the blindfold off and you looked around to see where you were.

Noticing the curb on the floor and the moon shining right above both of you, you realised where you were. Taehyung and you had first met here in this car park. 

“Y/N.” Taehyung announched, and you ripped your eyes away from the moon to him. He wasn’t in front of you but was down on the floor on- one knee.

Oh my goodness, you thought.

“Thank you for being my guiding light for these past two years. You’ve always said how lucky you were to have met me, but I feel like I’m the lucky one. I’ve always been the lucky one here, and I’ll be the happiest man on earth if that’s even more possible if you do the extraordinary honour of being my wife.” 

Your hand found its way to your mouth as you held back your gasp. You were in the exact position that Taehyung had offered his hand to you to lift up, and two years later you were here again. 

“Yes.” You said. “Yes, yes, yes, yes!” You were the one now to pull Taehyung up to his suprise and kiss him boldly. 

“Let me put the ring on you, silly.” He said before breaking out of the kiss. 

“Ah, my beautiful future wife.” Taehyung beamed, lifting you up the ground. 

You wiped some of the stray tears that had escaped your eyes. 

“Let’s get that statement out new: The reason why Kim Taehyung is so infatuated with Y/N the reporter is because she’s his fiancee.” Taehyung said, which made you realise why he didn’t put out a statement earlier. He was planning to propose. 

Taehyung, always full of surprises. 

Two years ago, you were a mess. That mess began to clear up meeting someone you never would have dreamed of. Two years later, you were less of a mess and still had a long way to go: but you knew one thing, with Taehyung- you could go anywhere.

Your beginning had only just started. 

The End

AN: I loved writing this, writing after exams with no guilt is the best feeling. I’m thinking about having a Taehyung’s POV- we really don’t know what he was thinking apart from what he says here do we?

This marks the start of a lot of fic updates over the summer guys!

"Good, when are you leaving?"

That was the last thing I said to my dad. My parents were constantly fighting for months and it made the household a place where I didn’t want to be. I was 16, stressed and angry and fed up with it all. My dad sat my brother and I down and told us they were going to get a divorce, and that quote was my knee-jerk response. I got up and left to go shopping. A couple hours later someone called me and told me to come home right away. My dad had shot himself in the head in front of my mom while they were having dinner. To this day, I can’t help but assume he’d been planning it, and was looking for a reason to stay, but my response gave him the go-ahead, made him believe that if he didn’t have his kids, he had nothing left. That wasn’t the case. I was always a daddy’s girl, and we had and unbreakable bond, but the stress of the moment concealed it. I didn’t mean what I said.

this got sorta long and its ramble-y and i’m sorry there’s probably some unpopular opinion-y stuff but that’s fine. if you read all of this and still love me <33333 also tldr: still ride or die, babes. just frustrated with the writers and i may have also gone on a mini bandaid rampage??? somehow??? i’m so sorry i’m like this..

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, but nothing will ever be as bad as the Lodge stuff for me. That was the bottom of my robron barrel, the was a big low for me, that was my ‘can i still do this’ moment. I stuck through it because I couldn’t give them up then and I won’t let shoddy storylining do it to me now. I knew the baby reveal would be huge and dramatic, it had to be after last night’s episode and their conversation about it. But this episode felt so similar to those Lodge scenes for me in some ways, where my heart broke and my chest ached and I wondered briefly how the hell can they do this to them? how can they come back from this? again.

But the thing is, I do think they can come back from it, baby or no baby (as much as I’d like there to be no baby). They’ve come back from worse. And Aaron was right; he is different. He even said it yesterday, that Robert didn’t have to tell him, he didn’t wait until he was caught out like he had the last time. Love is messy and hard, and yeah there are bumps, some larger than others, but when you really, truly love someone you take the mistakes you’ve made and you work through it. You fight for it (not physically, I think Aaron’s already learned that lesson enough times now thanks ED can we try WORDS NOW?). No matter my views on the lack of consent or how I could do without them bringing an innocent child into the mix or how frustrated I am that Marlon seemed more concerned about the situation than Paddy or this whole ridiculous Victoria and Rebecca thing, i was still struck by how well Aaron and Robert communicated yesterday in comparison to how poorly they seemed to communicate tonight. They’re doing the same “well let’s not properly talk about it, side step it, and let it fester until one of us explodes” stuff they’ve always done in the past. They argue, they don’t listen to each other properly, they run away from each other in the heat of the moment, and nothing gets solved. Robert wants to put a non-waterproof bandaid on it, one of those shitty ones that comes off the second you move wrong, and that does feel like a kind of step backwards yeah. But I’ve never ever looked at character development as just an upwards slope where the character grows and gets better and doesn’t stumble a bit, cos holy shit I know these are fictional characters, but no one is like that. That’s just so fucking unrealistic. If there’s no realism at all to fictional characters we’re gonna be fucking bored in a second. Sure we all grow and change for the better over time, but we’ve all made mistakes. We’ve all said shit we shouldn’t have, we’ve all done things we shouldn’t have, but we’ve apologized and learned and done better the next time. And maybe we stumble again and again with the same things, but you keep trying. That’s true character development imho, there’s no ‘going backwards’ in that for me. 

But I also have hope in Aaron to maybe be the one to lead this towards something good, to maybe use what he learns in counseling for positive steps forward? My lil bub who went to an emergency counseling session, realizing that he needed to do so without being shoved into it by anyone else. He made that decision. But you don’t change overnight. Anger issues, self harm, depression, self loathing, whatever issues Robert’s dealing with etc. isn’t going to just disappear after a few therapy sessions. Nothing’s going to change overnight with someone’s love and one ‘magical’ counseling session. Mental health doesn’t work like that. It takes time and open, honest communication. I’m hoping that’s what the writers are trying to show. It doesn’t seem like it’s coming across that way just yet, but I’m hoping beyond hope that the communication we got yesterday was supposed to be a sign of that ‘it’ll take time and we’ll stumble but eventually we’ll get there’ growth. This being Emmerdale though, I’m keeping my bar very low.

I do think this is Robert finally breaking down though, I think this is him losing his cool and his patience. I think it’s finally, and about damn time, for Robert to have that moment (without violence, Robert, for the love of god without violence *swats Robert’s head with a rolled up newspaper*). So in a sense I do get it. I get the putting the decisions about the baby on Aaron (as much as I hate it, that’s just.. fucking writers…), I get his anger and frustration to a point. He’s more terrified of losing Aaron than anything else because Aaron is his world. He’s said it time and time again that the thought of losing Aaron is so unbearable to him. So I have to believe they’re gonna be okay, eventually. It might take some time and we might have to watch some pretty rough moments, but I have to believe that they’re going to fight tooth and nail for each other, for this rollercoaster of a relationship. Because they promised each other messed up forever. 

@immortanfuriosa pitched me an awesome idea for an exotic cloak, I had to try to draw it!

The Mantle of Death: “If you cannot reach Death you will become Death. And you will have no choice but to watch as all you hold dear die beneath your destructive wake.”

  • When you are at critical low health, all melee damage is doubled.
  • Melee hits charge your overshield.

Ornaments are “The Hell’s Fire” which I made in three different colors because I couldn’t decide which was coolest! And last on the right is “Mercy’s Redemption.”

@immortanfuriosa came up with all three designs, the names, everything about them. Very very cool!

PS: a nice song to listen to while painting something like this

anonymous asked:

I love how many times when you go back even to S1 that Daryl just watches Carol! There are so many beautiful moments where he is just adoring her from afar. And I love how he is always checking where she is when they are together or in danger, Consumed had so many of these! His face is so different when he is with or near her..just perfection. I adore the side look by the lake in S2 as she's looking at the cherokee rose. Do you have any particular favourite Daryl 'love stares'?

Your talking about this one right? 

Daryl has made a career of starting at Carol like this and there are sooo many moments I could think of when it comes to the ‘love’ stares. It really is hard to  narrow it down, because I saw someone on youtube say once say ‘there’s just something about the way he looks at her..’ *sighs*

There’s a pure, unconditional and sometimes desperate way he looks at her when she’s not looking at him and its so beautiful to me.

If i had to narrow it down and find a couple of looks that I love I would have choose these two..

Season 2 (along with the above one)

At the funeral, when he seems like he wants to apologize for being an ass but dosen’t know how to go about it or even start. She dosen’t even know he’s looking at her like this but you gotta wonder if she can’t feel it just a little bit. That ‘desperatly wanting to reach out’ look he has here.

And this on from Consumed (which could’ve been subtitled ‘heart-eyed Daryl for the amount of times he started at her) in which tells him he hasn’t asked her about the girls.

Like he knows somethings is hurting her and it hurts him but he won’t ask. He’ll just stare at her without her even knowing he’s doing it. Without her seeing just how much he loves her and wants her to share but only at the right time.

There is a beautiful honesty in the way he looks at her when she’s not looking at him. Like he knows what he wants to say until she looks at him and he chokes up just a bit. I think it might be the same reason why he dosen’t say her name when he talks to her. He’ll betray himself in a way.

So yeah… every time he looks at her like that I die… just saying.

anonymous asked:

yo why are we all obsessed w making memories like how do u measure the value of a memory and is it more valuable than the present moment? even though no one knows how long they have to keep those memories for until u forget or until u die? im tired

people assign their own constructed value onto people and onto events that have elicited feelings that allowed them to open up to new realities which is what underlies all good feelings: reality gets bigger. so they continually attach onto and romanticize their ideas of these people and these events that had no inherent value in the first place (aside from what they happened to label as such based on what they made of their circumstances at the time and how they were able to create this idea of distinctive value as a coping mechanism) but this process only detracts from the present moment and the awakening to the senses right now but it feels comfortable to continue this attachment up to a certain point before you realize what you’re actually doing. and i also recommend more sativa dominant strains

Player: Mitch Marner – Toronto Maple Leafs

 Prompt: You are the new in-arena host for the maple leafs and you take quite the liking to the small brunette rookie.

 Mentions: Auston Matthews, Morgan Rielly, William Nylander, Matt Martin

 Warnings: None, just pure fluff.

 Preview: This had become a daily routine between you and the guys. They all tried to push you and Mitch together but you always dismissed the idea. Mitch never really made a move himself besides small flirting here and there, and you weren’t going to push it. You didn’t want to ruin what you had going.

 Characters: 767 words.

Masterlist is right here

Originally posted by willynylanders

The season had started and you couldn’t love your job anymore. You were literally being paid to watch hockey and pump up the crowd. It also helped that the team took you in as their family.

You always had such a fun time, talking to fans, playing games between periods and you even had taken the role of go to arena lip syncer from Mitch and Auston.

It was the end of a long night, the Maple Leafs had just won and you were gathering your things from the media office. You had actually been stopped tonight by a group of people to take photos. Something you were still getting used to. You were looking down at your phone checking your messages that you didn’t notice the group of boys occupying the hallway.  

“Y/N!” The all called out, causing you to jump.

“Oh hey guys, good game tonight” you smiled at them, and turned to head back towards the garage to grab an Uber but they waved you over.

You walked over joining their little huddle 

“I really enjoyed the moves tonight Y/N, you and Mitch here have a lot of the same moves.” Auston laughed as Mitch whacked his arm.

“I’ll take that as a compliment Matthews.” You smiled at Mitch.

This had become a daily routine between you and the guys. They all tried to push you and Mitch together but you always dismissed the idea. Mitch never really made a move himself besides small flirting here and there, and you weren’t going to push it. You didn’t want to ruin what you had going.

“You want to join us? We are going to go out and celebrate.” Matt asked you.

All the boys looked at you expectantly, almost pleading with their eyes.

You shrugged. “Sure, just tell me where so I can get an uber.” You began to pull out your phone

 “Mitch will give you a ride!” William piped in.

“I wouldn’t want to impose, plus I am pretty sure the driver of the car has to actually offer the ride.” You laughed.

“I wouldn’t mind” Mitch responded quietly.

You swore you saw evil grins flash across all their faces.

“Okay then, thank you, Marner.” You blushed. He met you with rosy cheeks of his own.

 “See you guys there!” Morgan stated as he slapped Mitch’s back before he headed toward the garage. The rest of the boys followed leaving you and Mitch alone in the hallway.

“Well my car is this way, ” Mitch said suddenly rubbing the back of his neck.

 You smiled, “Lead the way”

 You followed Mitch and you both fell into an awkward silence.

 You yawned as you climbed into the car. It really had been a long day but you didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to be with the small brunette rookie outside of work.

 Mitch got into the driver’s seat but didn’t start up the car. Instea, he turned to you.

 “I know this might be bold, but would you like to just get dinner or something with me instead of going out.” He asked nervously

 “But what about your teammates? Wouldn’t they want you there?” you asked a little shocked by his sudden question.

 “I think this was their plan all along…” He stated.

 “Plan?” you questioned.

 “Get me alone with you, so I would stop being such a chicken and ask you out.” He stated looking away.

 You must have stopped breathing right then and there. You didn’t know what to say. Was Mitch Marner, one of the star rookies of the Maple Leafs saying he wanted to ask you out?

 Your silence made Mitch even more nervous and he turned to you again.

 “And now I have made this really awkward and we have to work together. I should have never listened to Matts. I am so sorry. It’s just ever since Media Day I have been so drawn to you. You were just so cute and confident dancing and singing. I can’t help but watch the moment I hear you on the jumbotron when I’m sitting on the bench. I get so much shit from the guys for it but I don’t care. I long for home games because not only do I get to do what I love but you’re there and…” He kept rambling on.

 You smiled. “Mitch.”

 He suddenly stopped and looked you in the eyes, waiting for a response from you.

 “Shut up and kiss me Silly.”