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Aisle Two

Summary: Jungkook was your best friend. You held onto his secrets. And he knew all of yours. Except for one. One that would change your friendship forever. You were in love with him.

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Genre: bestfriend!au, college!au, angst, smut

Word Count: 6,772

Originally posted by sugutie

Aisle One Aisle Two

Your apartment was like a ghost town. The emptiness echoed every time you stepped foot in the sad space. His shoes were missing by the front door. Your keys were never on the side table. There was evidence that people lived there. Ramen packets in the trash. Used coffee cups on the sink. But no one had really been around for two weeks.

Two weeks. This was the longest you had gone without speaking to Hoseok, yet alone seeing him. The fight at Yoongi’s was the worst you ever had. His sharp tongue dug wounds that even stitches couldn’t heal. He had been keeping himself occupied at Yoongi’s or the dance studio. Your heart sank into your chest anytime you came home and heard the washing machine running, only to find that the person who was wearing them was nowhere to be found.

A small part of you enjoyed the quiet. You were able to spread all your materials out on the coffee table. Bags of chips and half empty iced lattes were littered in between stacks of highlighted notes. He wasn’t there to yell at you when you fell asleep face first on your microbiology homework, the lines of the pages leaving imprints on your cheeks.

You did miss him. The two of you had been friends for years. But this time it was not your turn to say sorry. If Hoseok wanted things to go back to normal, he would have to swallow his large amount of pride and apologize.

But you had never heard Hoseok apologize in his life. 

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‘’- You mentioned something about being in love?’’

A/N: Almost a year ago I was the queen of angst but here we are and another fluff bomb is thrown your way. I hope you enjoy! This isn’t my best piece but I just wanted to share something with you guys to make up for the lack of my presence for so long. Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes

Pairings: Bucky X Reader

Prompt: Sometimes you find someone that feels like the perfect piece to your puzzle, realising that secret relationships are a slippery slope when you live in an intense environment like begin an Avenger. 

Warnings: Fluffness overload

Word count: 3300

Originally posted by little--batman

There’s that feeling of safety, a luxury you weren’t privileged of experiencing very often, for either of you. Wrapped in Bucky’s arms, his deep breaths fanning down your neck and leaving a tingling sensation on your soft skin as he pulls you closer to his broad figure, ensuring that there isn’t an inch separating you from him. His lips finding themselves ever so often on your body for gentle feather light kisses to assure that you were his, and he was yours. Like two puzzles finally fitting together, your own little secret. 

Soon his sounds of slumber lull you to sleep, his arms framing you and shielding you from the usual night terrors. He was the calming of the storms in your heart, just as you were to his, a shelter you had so desperately searched for. These nights were your safe havens, your break from the taunting lives you lived, with each other there to distract from the haunting memories of your pasts. 

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Can we lose touch with a feeling?
I sent a full stop that reeks of hung up phone calls and
unanswered text messages
and the desperation of trying everything to grab them by the shoulders
and scream,
that you could do so much better,
to make them smile.
A year too late,
your name flickers at the top of the screen,
my mouth is dry like that time you were ten minutes late
and I thought, my beating heart must mean something,
it didn’t.
If we rewind time,
we first spoke in a library
we didn’t talk as loud
as we would months later,
to shout over the music
when I told you I was happy for you
and her.
I remember,
typing my number into your phone
and hoping you’d use it
but two years later,
I wish you wouldn’t.
—  two years later

Let’s be honest. Being the chill girl is okay for a while. I mean, know how to play the cards and keep your interest. I know how to make you want me without over doing it, and I know how to put in just enough effort to lead you on. But now I’m done with being the chill girl. I’m finished pretending that I don’t care about you just because it’s cool to be evasive and distant. I’m done with hiding my heart away from real feelings just because I think this is what I should do.

I guess I’m just getting sick of acting like I don’t care just so I can play your games and lead you on. I’ve tried to do it your way. I’ve tried to follow the rules by being the chill girl who doesn’t require any commitment. But what happens next…? Does the game just go on and on until one of us gets bored? That sounds romantic…

But really, what’s the alternative? We can both just go on our way, with nothing ever settled and no real feelings ever acknowledged. Or we can let things fade away in time to prevent any hurt feelings (even if we are pretending we don’t have feelings). I mean, sure, like I said, playing the game can be fun. You have that charming appeal of the guy that’s hard to get. I won’t lie, it’s sexy. The subtle side smiles and quick glances…those keep us both playing.

Basically, the rules are that I can casually play with your feelings by flirting just enough to draw in your attention, but not too much. See, if I flirt too much, or show too much interest, I’ll seem overeager and desperate. You’ll actually think I like you…

But now it’s been a while, and the unanswered text messages and the vague plans are getting old. Staying up late anxiously checking my phone for a text message from you is becoming exhausting, especially when there’s probably only about a 5% chance that you’ll actually text me. Reading too far into your comments and trying to decode what they mean about us isn’t getting me anywhere. Heck, your comments that I replay over and over again probably don’t even mean anything, and even if they did, you would probably steer clear of the truth. So if you’re never going to be honest with me, then what am I still doing here? What am I waiting for?

—  Malcolm Mistry

Player: Nolan Patrick – To Be Determined. (Prospect)


Mentions: None.

Warnings: Fighting & Angst. Curse Words too.

Preview: You tried so hard but you got nothing in return. You tried to ignore it, it was his first NHL season. You knew he had a lot of pressure being picked in the first round. He was trying all he could do to not get sent down.

Characters:. 698 words.

Originally posted by phillymyers

You had somehow survived Nolan’s first NHL season. You weren’t the one playing but you were exhausted. You did everything for him, and he just seemed to be getting more and more distant. You weren’t sure what else you had to do.

 You tried so hard but you got nothing in return. You tried to ignore it, it was his first NHL season. You knew he had a lot of pressure being picked in the first round. He was trying all he could do to not get sent down.

So you allowed it, but now the season was over and you hoped you would get your Nolan back. You planned a whole romantic dinner for the two of you. You spent a week trying to find the perfect outfit. You got ready and he texted you to tell you he would meet you at the restaurant after locker clean-out.

You reached the restaurant and got your table. You almost sold your soul for the reservation. The hostess led you to the private table. You sat there sipping at your wine waiting for Nolan. What you thought would be a few moments, turned into hours. After a string of unanswered text messages and ignored calls, you gave up. You paid the tab for your three glasses of wine.

You headed home and crawled into bed without even changing. You curled into your side of the bed wiping the tears that ran down your cheeks. You didn’t even flinch when you heard the door open.


When you ignored him, he came into the room.

“Babe. I am sorry. I just got…”

“Caught up? I know. It’s the same excuse you used last week and the week before.”

“It’s just I have to spend time with the guys. We have to…” 

“Bond. Again I know. You tell me this every time you choose them over me.”

“Y/N, you’re being ridiculous!” he shouted.

Silence fell upon you both. Nolan just stared at the wall behind you, refusing to look into your tear stricken eyes.

“Nolan, I just don’t know how we got here.” You choked out.

He seemed to just keep staring at the wall behind your head but you found the strength to continue.

“Our entire relationship, I have done nothing but go above and beyond, for you, for us. I just don’t know, I have cooked, I cleaned, I picked your shit up off the floor, I have laid your suits out for you like you were a fucking child. I support you. I supported your job, the endless nights, you never being home. Whenever things needed to get done, I took care of it. And I just don’t feel like you appreciate any of it. But really, I don’t think you appreciate me.” You found a tissue from the bedside table and wipe your running nose.

“All I want is for you to show me something to let me know that you care.” you looked down at your feet.

Nolan suddenly looked at you. “Why didn’t you just tell me this?”

You could now see the tears brimming in his eyes. “Nolan, I have tried. I’ve tried” is all you could respond.

“But never like that” he pleaded.

“You might say things to imply how you were feeling, but I’m not a mind-reader Y/N.”

You finally looked up and met his gaze fully.

“But would it matter? You are who you are. You can’t change that.”

You watched as his lips moved trying to find the words but he stayed silent.

“Just leave me alone okay? Just leave, right now.”

“Babe, Listen…” he tried taking the steps towards your bed.

“Please, I just don’t want to be near you right now. Please…” you begged finally allowing the tears to be freed.”

He tried to find more words as you curled into your bed releasing the sobs you had been denying all evening. You listened as you heard his heavy footsteps and your door open and close. The moment you heard your front door close you sobbed harder.

Finally: Part 6

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 1.2K
Warnings: Angst

A/N: YAY! I’m finally starting to write again! If I haven’t tagged you, please let me know (I’ve tried to get everyone!)

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

A buzz sounds from your bedside table, and you roll over with a long sigh. You’ve been sulking in bed for almost a week now, telling work you were terribly sick and avoiding leaving your apartment all together. You hadn’t been eating or sleeping properly for days now; every time you closed your eyes the events from last week replayed in your mind, not able to get the sound of Bucky’s bedfellow out of your mind.

Your heart sinks as you read the 5th unanswered text message from Lee:

Hey, are you okay? I haven’t heard from you in a while… I miss you

You let another long sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose as you consider not replying. But you can’t avoid it any longer. You’d hoped that Lee would get the hint, you thought that being ignored for a week straight would be clear enough. But you needed to face the music; the very thing you’ve been avoiding.

Hi. I’m sorry, I’ve just got a lot going on right now. You’re great, it’s just I’m not in a good place right now… I’m sorry

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anonymous asked:

The picture of Harry in the GNS where he has his arms crossed,looks like he is mad af,can you imagine him telling toddler P to pick up her toy mess,and she doesn't do it,and starts to misbehave,and Harry give her that look

Are we talking about this one?

Because, oh my Christ, I see it too, haha. He looks so god damn sexy and the little freckle/mole on his jaw makes him so cute… It’s like a cute-sexy.

It’s “The Look”.

The missus would be heavily pregnant with Alfie, a few weeks away from her due date, and she wouldn’t be able to bend down and pick up the mess of toys that Persephone would leave behind when Harry puts her to bed. He’d be sat on the sofa, scrolling through his phone to answer any unanswered text messages that sat in his folder, as his little girl sat on the floor. Playing with any toy that she could get her hands on, squeezing in a little play time before she went to sleep, ready for school the following morning.

“Poppet, d’you wan’a put away your toys now? Let’s go and brush our teeth and go to sleep,” Harry would say as he sat up and leant closer to Persephone, “c’mon, baby. I’ll read you another story.”

“Wan’a play some more,” she’d lisp, “please, daddy?”

“Sweetheart, we’ve already let you stay up past your bedtime, haven’t we?” He’d remind her, reaching for a toy that sat on the carpet, frowning when she snatched it from his hand and held it tightly in her own grasp, “Persephone, we don’t snatch. Now, come on. It’s bedtime.”

“No, daddy!”

“Poppet, stop misbehaving and put your toys away. It’s bedtime,” he’d fold his arms over his chest and give her a stern stare, “put your toys away. Because mummy can’t do it herself, can she?”

“Then you do it, daddy,” she’d frown, a pout on her face as she’d throw the toy in her hand towards him, the object landing by his feet after it hit his knee, “don’t wan’a put them away.”

“Persephone Anne Styles, do you want me to take away your toys so you can’t play with them after school? Because naughty girls get their toys taken away,” he’d warn her, her eyes widening as she shook her head and let tears pool in her eyes, “are you going to be a good girl and put your toys away for mummy? Or are we going to go story-less tonight?”

“Fine,” she’d cry out, her bottom lip wobbling as she stood to her feet, grabbing at the toys littering the floor and pushing them into the box set in the corner of the living room, “don’t like it when you angry at me, daddy.”

He’d sigh softly and fall to his knees on the floor, shuffling over to her, “daddy wouldn’t angry if you listened to what daddy said, would he? But, it’s all okay now.”

“Do I still get a story at bedtime?”

“Of course you do, Poppet,” he’d smile, kissing her forehead, “shall we go brush our teeth?” xx

ice cream for sweetheart (bad boy!mingyu)

summary: as far as you’re concerned, kim mingyu is good for nothing. but on a particularly hot summer day, it’s proven that that’s not totally true

relationship: mingyu x reader

words: 1,646

warnings: mingyu follows reader around all the time, reader kinda likes it, mingyu makes ice cream as a hobby

Originally posted by livelovelunch

a/n: listening to shadow by f(x). for this request

It’s not enough that it’s the hottest summer in your city’s recorded history, it’s not enough that your car needs a new battery and you can’t get it until next Tuesday, and it’s not enough that you’re outside, sweating your ass of as you wait for your mom to pick you up from work. No, the cherry on top of your shit-sundae happened to be a familiar bleach blond with bloodied knuckles and a bad attitude. And he was heading right for you.

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This Is What You Came For is complicated relationships and closed doors and appreciating your other half. It’s about the mystery and intrigue and wonder of a relationship as you stand on exotic balconies with champagne, hair a little mussed and wild. It’s strong coffee and  dancing in your kitchen to electric guitars.

I Don’t Wanna Live Forever is knowing someone’s bad for you but calling a cab and telling the driver where their place is. It’s sitting in your apartment hoping that they won’t waste the second chance you’ve given. It’s unanswered texts and voicemail messages. It’s fake smiles and Instagram filters to hide the heartbreak whilst looking sad in all the nicest placvesIt’s standing at the edge of the sea in the middle of the night, screaming your name to the ocean, falling to your knees beat and broken. It’s knowing you have to give the person up but that you’ll miss the addiction. 

Better Man is being alone in your apartment, sitting on a windowseat, reading a novel, a story that makes your heart ache. It’s tea and finding a photograph of kisses on cheeks. It’s remembering everything in flashes of colour that knock the wind out of you. It’s remembering others who broke you when you weren’t strong enough and it’s thanking God that you did the bravest thing and ran from this person who you would have made the one. 

These have been the talents of @taylorswift in 2016 who was “on a break” (insert Ross and Rachel joke here). I’ve written them this way so they tell a story. Whenever I put my writing out there, I kind of stop breathing. I hope you like it, beautiful humans (yes that includes  you @taylorswift ❤️)

A Simple Hello Can Lead To Millions of Things.(Part One)

I haven’t decided how many parts will be apart of this yet. So as of right now, it’s indefinite. It depends on how many people reblog, like, and or message me about it! <3

Long summary short, Chris is hoping that Sebastian will get Scout’s mind off of her ex. 

Part Two 

Scout was exhausted, all she wanted to do was sleep in her bed and possibly curl up with one of his old shirts and cry. She was allowed to be upset and it made her even more so when Chris wouldn’t stop assessing her to be an idiot. Scout had every right to be depressed, she had spent practically the last decade with her ex fiancé. Hunter was all she ever knew. He literally showed her the world. He was her everything and with a press of a button, she became his nothing. He wasn’t interested in starting a life with her anymore and it shattered her completely.

Scout was ready to tie the knot and get cracking on the whole kid thing. She was ready to take on the title of being a mother and a wife. She was twenty nine and more than eager to jump into the next phase of her life but Hunter had different plans. She guessed with him being surrounded by models day in and day out, it became too much of a hassle to have a fiancée around. So, he tore down her dreams and packed his stuff and left. 

She had every right to be emotionally unstable. But, Chris didn’t see it that way. Scout loved Chris, he was practically a brother, she had known him so long. Just shy of twelve years, her meeting him when she was seventeen and he had just started his career in the film industry. Her aunt was very close with his mother and the two had formed a tight, close friendship. Scout wasn’t anywhere near famous like he was, she just owned her own dance studio in the heart of Boston. Every now and again traveling over the country to teach choreography to the latest hits. Scout made a name for herself but she knew that she was nowhere near Chris’ status and she was perfectly happy with walking the streets of her city and not have to wear shades and a hat. 

A lot of people recognized her but not many really made the effort in getting a signature and a photograph and she was perfectly happy with that. She liked having solitude and privacy, especially in her moment of grief in her lost relationship. Again, Chris was not indulging in her theory of why she was allowed to stay locked up in her apartment. 

“Come on, Scout.” Chris huffed, sitting on the edge of her bed, “I’ve a got a few friends in town and we’re all going out to the bar. Have a few good drinks, some good laughs, and who knows maybe you’ll find a man worth your while.” 

Scout sat up straight in her bed, her eyes still puffy from the little episodes of her sobbing. “I’m sorry that you’ve never had your heart shattered and can’t possibly understand where I’m coming from when I say that I want nothing to do with people and I so don’t want to start dating again.” Laying back down and covering her face, she mumbled out, “It’s too soon.” 

Chris grabbed the covers, yanking them off of her body. He let it crumble to the ground as his eyes drilled into her. “I’m not talking about dating, Scout.” He placed a hand on her ankle, pressing a smile. “I don’t know what you’re feeling but I know what you need. You can’t push me away, Scouty. I ain’t going anywhere and you’re going to get your pretty little ass up and get dressed.” He stood up from her bed, “You need to laugh and feel something other than sadness. It’s not healthy.” 

Scout narrowed her eyes, she appreciated Chris’ concern over her well-being, but she just wanted alone time to process having to start completely over. If she would have known that the last nine years was going to be wasted the minute Hunter got to be a photographer for Victoria Secret fashion shows, then she would have ended it a long time ago. “I’m not dressing nice.” 

“Put on sweats, I don’t give a damn. Just come out with me and my friends, please. I hate to see you like this. You’re like my sister-no-you are my sister and if it were up to me, I would have beat the shit out of that punk a long time ago.” Chris always knew Hunter wasn’t who Scout thought he was but he bit his tongue and didn’t say a word. He never figured it would take nine years for him to show his colors and by this point he had thought Hunter had proved him wrong. “You’ll have fun, I promise.”


“How you gonna arrange this little get together and be late?!” Anthony said as Chris finally made it to their booth after twenty minutes of unanswered text messages. “I was beginning to think you dipped on us, man.” He scooted out of his seat to hug the blonde actor, as he did so, his eyes fell upon a cute brunette standing awkwardly behind him. “And who is this pretty lady?” 

Chris chuckled, placing a firm hand on Anthony’s shoulder, “This is Scout. Scout, this is Anthony and that’s Sebastian over there on his phone.” 

Scout swallowed hard, she wasn’t thinking straight when she agreed to go out with Chris and his friends. The thought of them being actors didn’t cross her mind at all. She smiled nervously, “I know who they are, Chris. I do watch movies, you know.” 

Anthony nodded in amusement, he eyed her up. She sure was a pretty thing but definitely not his type. His type was at home with their kids. He gave a raised brow as he looked between Chris and Scout, “So is this uh a thing?” 

Scout’s eyes widened, “Oh no, no, no.” She shook her head, shifting her stance. “We’ve known each other for a long time, just friends.” 

Anthony smirked, “Mhm, just friends. Isn’t that what they all say?”

Sebastian by this point had finally looked up from his phone, taking in the five foot four brunette. He smiled as he noticed her very uncomfortable appearance, “Alright, Mackie. Leave them alone.” 

“Man, you take the fun out of everything.” Anthony playfully muttered as he slid in his seat. 

Sebastian scooted over to allow whoever was going to sit next to him room. “Call me the fun sucker.” 

A light bulb went off in Chris’ head as he looked over his friend. Quickly sliding in next to Anthony, he motioned for Scout to sit next to Sebastian. “Alright, I’m buying the first round, let’s do shots. Scout, pick the poison.” 

She hesitantly took her seat next to Sebastian, feeling very awkward and nervous being around him. He was much more gorgeous in person and she didn’t even think that was possible. Sebastian was a very, very good looking man. “Um,” she thought for a moment before answering, “Knob Creek.”

Everyone around her winced, Anthony hissing as if he had already taken it down the hatch. “Ooh, girl. That’s a rough one to start off with.” 

Sebastian nodded, “Yeah but go big or go home, I suppose.” He, himself wasn’t looking forward to taking that down.

“You either an alcoholic or you hurtin’ to be needing that on the first go round.” Anthony added, his face softening when he noticed the sadness wash over her face. Rubbing his jaw, he shrugged. “We got this, we’re men.If she can do this, then we can definitely do this. But uh,” he leaned forward, still wincing at the thought of drinking that first. “do me a favor and order something fru-fru next time. A man’s gotta ease into this kind of stuff, I can’t throw down like I use to.” 

Chris chuckled, “Alright, old man. You sure you can hang with us?” He flickered a look towards Scout, “She’s a little tank, I’m not worried about her. She’ll out drink all of us, guaranteed.” 

Scout fiddled with her hands, chewing on her lip. “I’m really not going to drink a lot.” 

“The hell you are,” Anthony sputtered, pointing a finger at her. “If you’re making me drink this shit, then you’re throwing down whatever we throw down. Whiskey, vodka, gin, rum, tequila-”

Scout wrinkled her nose, shaking her head. “-I don’t drink tequila.” 

Sebastian gasped, his hand clutching his chest as he looked at her with wide eyes. “What?! Tequila is heaven.” 

She couldn’t help but laugh at his expression, if she didn’t know any better it was like she had insulted his grandmother. “Tequila tastes dirty,” her voice got low as she pressed her lips together, “and it makes me dirty.” 

Chris laughed out, his hand smacking the table. Anthony nodded in approval, already deciding that he liked this girl. Sebastian looked at her with a little bit of curiosity. He looked around him for a waitress, “Alright where’s that server at, we’re going to need some tequila.” 

Yours - LH

Originally posted by 5secondsofsummeraf

“I…I know I didn’t do this often enough and this probably won’t fix everything I broke, but…I’m sorry. Really.”

Your grip on the edge of the door tightened ever so slightly, debating whether to hear him out or shut him out. On one hand, you had known Luke for years–been with Luke for years. He was, as others called him, your Luke. If there was any semblance of soul mates on earth, you and Luke had been pretty damn close. It was kind of insane, you were both so young but had somehow found each other early on.

In the grand scheme of things, maybe that was your biggest downfall. You were both so young and there was still so much out in the world for the both of you to experience. You still had so much growing and changing to do. And in this world, change is inescapable.

And In your defense, you both had fought so hard to put this off, tried so hard to move past your problems. Well, at least at one point. You’re not sure when or how or why, but you started to feel alone in the fight, alone in your apartment, and just…alone. There was only so much you could do on your own.

Because, on the other hand, he hadn’t been your Luke in a very long time.

Luke shifted on his feet, nervous under the inquisitive glance you were currently throwing his way. “Why are you here, Luke? Why are you apologizing now?”

It was the sharpness of his gaze, the intensity he held in his eyes as they snapped up to meet yours that had you reeling backwards for a moment. “I was a jackass and I don’t want to lose you…” He sucked in a breath, eyes darkening even in the dim light of the hallway, “And I can’t lose you.”

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Brock looked down at his phone with a frown. Brian hadn’t texted him in a few hours, which was unusual. He knew that his boyfriend was studying for his psychology final he had the next day, but he was also worried that he wasn’t taking the time to take care of himself. Brock had hardly seen him in a week.

Granted, it was finals week, and both were pretty stressed preparing for the tests and graduation, but Brian had a tendency to overwork himself and forget to eat or sleep; something Brock had to frequently remind him to do. 

Now, as he stared at the unanswered text message, Brock was fairly certain he was going to have to march over to Brian’s dorm room, and drag him out to dinner by his hair. 

He waved goodbye to his roommate Evan, who had his own nose buried deep within a textbook, before grabbing his room key and his wallet and leaving the dorm. Brian lived across campus, so Brock set a determined pace to the other building.

He was there within ten minutes, and let himself into the building. Brian lived on the third floor, and when Brock knocked on the door, he heard a distracted and tired, “It’s open.”

Brock opened the door and saw Brian sitting on his bed, his legs crossed and a book open on his lap. His elbows were rested on his knees and his hands were in his hair, holding his head up. “You know, any kind of weirdo could just walk in here.”

“With any luck they’ll have a gun and will shoot me.” Brian responded, not looking up.

“Have you eaten today?” Brock asked, sitting down next to him.

“Please don’t start with me, Brocky.”

Brock bit his cheek, deciding on a different approach. “So, I’m reading a book about anti-gravity. It’s impossible to put down.” A slight twitch at the corner of Brian’s mouth was the only reaction he got. He continued on. “Brian, have you ever tried to eat a clock? It’s very time consuming.”

“You’re not funny.”

“I’m hilarious. I’d tell you a joke about chemistry, but I’m afraid I’d get no reaction.” and finally, when Brian looked up, Brock pulled the funniest face he could muster. Brian burst out into laughter, his arms clutching his stomach.

“You…are the biggest dork.” he gasped out between breaths.

“Ah, but I got you to look up from your book.” Brock grinned. “Now, you’ve literally studied all you can, Bri. You have the highest grade in that class. You will graduate whether you fail the final or not. You need to eat and sleep. Both of which I know for a fact you have not been doing. Get dressed. I’m taking you to dinner.” He grabbed the book from Brian’s lap before he could protest.

“But Brocky…” Brian whined.

Brock shook his head. “Nope, pants on now. March.”

Brian pouted but dropped his feet to the floor. “Fine, bossypants. I kinda like when you get like this. Very sexy.”

“Maybe I’ll let you study me like you studied those textbooks. After you sleep of course.”

“Promises, promises.”

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I literally hate how one unanswered text message sends me into fits of rage/depression. I’ve been ignored by one friend all day and I feel pathetic for even talking to her in the first place because she never answers me!!

anonymous asked:

Are requests still open? If so, can you do one where mc takes a bullet for rfa + v and unknown? (If you haven't yet) Mc eventually survives tho! Oh, and it's okay if you don't want to do it! I hope you have a lovely week :)

ye, here ya go, snowflake! 


-you were out shopping, nothing unusual going on, the usual herd of bodyguards surrounding you two

-everything was fine until a guy, one of the bodyguards suddenly pulled a gun.
you didnt think, your reflexes took over your body as you threw yourself in front of jumin.

-jumin felt as if time had stopped. the other bodyguards had the guy on the ground just a second too late.

-all he could do was hold you, and yell in a attempt to keep you concious.

-things went fast after that, you were driven away to the hospital, jumins car right behind

-when you opened your eyes you were met with the sight of jumin, bloodshot eyes and blood bitten lip.

-the bullet had missed your heart by centimeters, it was a miracle you survived

-jumin refuses to let you be alone at any times in months, he’s terrified of losing you. even at home you’re always surrounded by bodyguards. reliable bodyguards.

-he starts working from home as well so you’re never out of sight, your guests will be invited to the penthouse or not at all. it’ll be that way for months, until you are finally able to convince him nothing will happen to you


-you were attending a fan event together, every one of zens fans were surprisingly respectful towards the both of you, and each other. never interrupting always letting each other finish their questions.

-everything was going so well, you had even made a few new friends!

-well. everything was fine until a angry young man came bursting trough the door, a gun aimed at the center of the crowd. at zen

-your legs moved on their own and when you regained consciousness it was in a hospital room full of roses and lilys and most importantly, zen sleeping at your side.

-he was awake as soon as you started to stir

-hugging you tight and promising with a shaky voice never to let anything like that ever happen again

-turned out the mans girlfriend left him as a result of “being in love with zen” and thats why he went on a rampage

-zen is a lot more aware of security at fan events from that day on


-you were at a big game convention having lots of fun and taking pictures with all of the great cosplayers!

-you were both quite exhausted and were just heading out to get something to eat when you suddenly heard gunshots, without thinking you pushed yoosung behind you

-the last thing you register before eveything goes black is a gut wrenching scream coming from behind you

-when you open you eyes again, you practically gets ambushed by a crying yoosung.

-he refuses to let go of you in hours, days and weeks after the incident wherever you go he’s right behind, preferably holding hands

-you don’t go to anymore game conventions, the incident robbing yoosung of any fondness he had of the them beforehand


-it happened about 3 years into your relationship, your cafe was up and running well. it had become quite popular and you were both enjoying your new life immensely

-besides that jaehee had begun to find joy in material arts competitions, and had won quite a lot of them. nothing huge just local smaller ones. you loved cheering her on and watch her kick ass.

-you were on your way home from one of these competitions, jaehee proudly carrying her trophy, when fast footsteps caught your attention, you turned your head just in time to see a gun aimed at your girlfriends back

-you quickly stepped in front of her and attempted to scare the guy away by yelling but all that came out was a horrible gurgling sound.

-you woke up with a strangled yell meant for the attacker but now aimed at an empty hospital room.

-not two seconds later jaehee were beside you, interrupting her conversation with your doctor to rush to your side

-you’re being showered in kisses and apologies from a visibly exhausted jaehee.

-theres no more competitions in a long time, but eventually she rediscovers her love for them.


-you two just got married and everything was good! you were like teenagers in love, always glued to each others sides.

-you were out grocery shopping together, as you often were, when you noticed a guy following you. you continued carefully watching the guy from the corner of your eyes

-you were hyper aware of his hand going to his pocket, and you knew exactly what it was before he had even pulled the gun out of his pocket.

-you instinctively hugged saeyoung, shielding him from the bullet meant for him.

-everything was quiet for what felt like forever, till seven realized what had happened sinking to his knees holding onto you tightly.

-the hospital room is empty when you wake up, the doctor informing you that a redheaded boy had been coming by to check on you, and make sure you would survive without any major injuries, but then left after that.

-after days with unanswered calls and countless text messages, seven finally shows up at your hospital room, looking thoroughly wrecked. he falls to his knees besides your bed and begs you for forgiveness, this is his fault. he doesn’t deserve you.

-it takes hours of talking it out and reassuring him you’re okay he finally promises never to leave like that ever again, he deserves you and you love and need him with you.


-its several years after saeran were rescued from mint eye, he had been miserable at first, but after therapy and rfa´s support he had slowly started opening up, and thats when you fell. hard. 

-saeran did as well, but he was very confused and too afraid to start a relationship at that point, it had been months before he was finnally feeling confident enough to intitiate a relationship with you, so here you were 

-at the zoo, on a date, it was your favourite place to go together, saeran had turned out to be a big animal lover and you loved seeing his eyes sparkle with wonder at the sight of the exotic animals.

-saeran were completely focused on watching the birds fly by in the big aviary, when a man were suddenly aiming a gun at him,  you threw yourself in front of saeran just as the man fired the gun 

-you awoke in a hospital room, saeran by your bed accompanied by 2 officers, a sad look in his eyes. he explained trough pained sobs what had happened, he thought you had died, and saw red, he didn’t even remember how but one moment he were holding you in his arms, the next he were standing above a dead man, blood on his hands. 

-your last words to each other are i love you´s and reassuring each other you´ll see each other soon.

-he were sentenced to 4 years, you visiting him as often as possible. when he´s finally out and home again, its back to square 1. he´s paranoid and terrified of hurting you. 


-you were at the opening of one of his exhibitions, enjoying each others company as well as chatting with the attendees. 

-it had been a long time since v had held any exhibitions as he thought he were going to be blind, but after having met you, he had started to heal from the abuse rika had subjected him to, and as a result had finally decided to get take up jumins offer of getting surgery.   

-you were just waving goodbye to a particularly sweet elder lady, when your eyes caught a guy in the crowd aiming a gun your way, it felt as if everything were in slow motion as you pushed v to the ground

-you awoke with your left hand held in both of v´s hands, worried eyes watching your every move. 

-he´s struggling with anxiety for months after that, and the security at exhibitions is a lot tighter from that day on 

This got longer than I expected. Based on @dashingicecream‘s angsty Elderburn pic from the RWBY Rock!AU. Because I apparently can write things other than ridiculous fluff. Once again, sorry for being late.

Winter stood in front of the hotel room door staring at the wood with her hands curled into fists at her sides, silently commanding it to bend to her will and admit her entry. Quite frankly, that somehow promised to be an easier task than convincing her girlfriend to open the blasted obstacle, and she was putting considerable effort into not taking that personally.

To some extent, she understood. Yang had retreated from the rest of the band- the rest of the world, really- in the wake of the attack and trauma of that severity left long, deep scars on a person. The blonde had always preferred handling her issues in secret so as not to burden others; she was the first to offer help and the last to accept it. Winter always thought of it as charming and selfless but now it vexed her to the core because, where before she’d stood as an exception to that rule, now she was perhaps the one it applied to most of all. Her girlfriend refused to accept her calls, the hospital staff wouldn’t let her visit since she wasn’t family, and Ruby’s attempts to bridge the gap had stressed the young woman out almost to capacity. Weiss wasn’t much help, either; she was too preoccupied with Blake- also recovering from injury- to boss the drummer into not being so difficult. Winter couldn’t fault her sister for that.

However, being shut out like this… it troubled her more deeply than she could’ve imagined. She was a Schnee, after all, and burying her emotions was almost as natural as breathing, but that wasn’t Yang. More to the point, another’s actions could never actually hurt her in this sense, but the drummer had always found ways around her defenses. So genuine, so sweet, so caring- she was always caught off guard when those lilac eyes shone with a tender emotion, the blonde’s expression somehow managing to become what she didn’t even realize she’d longed for until she found herself melting, and a surprisingly gentle touch despite her loud and brash demeanor. With Yang, there was always a joke that destroyed any chance of her keeping a straight face and the most comforting sincerity whenever the older woman felt the need to scrutinize the world around her, seeking some form of subterfuge. Her girlfriend was honest and open and so filled with love; to be denied any contact with the blonde was painful, like a literal knife in her chest that twisted further with every unanswered call, every text message sent into the void.

Winter had to confront her, if for no better reason than to assuage the worry that lingered in the back of her mind that Ruby was downplaying her sister’s condition, that Yang was far more injured despite being released from the hospital. Being denied that was robbing her of sleep, a thousand complications plaguing her with the absence of physical proof that her girlfriend was at least still alive. She had to see with her own eyes and she was prepared for it but she hesitated for a moment more. Indecisiveness was unbecoming yet she couldn’t help but consider all the options and the worst case scenarios played in her head: that the blonde’s condition was far worse than she’d been led to believe or that her girlfriend was no longer interested in her company. Between the two, she’d take the latter despite how much it would devastate her personally; anything that meant Yang would, in time, be okay was a good outcome to her mind.

Delaying herself no longer, the woman raised her fist and knocked hard three times, each bang against the wood sounding like a gavel calling the court to order before laying down a sentence.

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If you don’t love her, then just stop pretending. Because it is not fair. It is not fair for you to swoop in and out of her life whenever you want. It is not fair just because you know she loves you, you’re always asking for a favor. Do not make her believe in things that is not true. You are just taking her for granted just because you know whatever happens she won’t leave you. You’re treating her as your option, that you know she will always be there for you, that you can depend on her at the end of the day and she won’t turn you down.

You’re being unfair to her. She doesn’t deserve any of these but she chose to stay in your life just because she loves you. She deserves better than those unanswered text messages and calls when she needs you. She doesn’t deserve someone like you who keeps on hurting her. She deserve love that is tangible, that is more than mere words.
She’s worth a heart that knows how to appreciate her. She invested so much love for you which you don’t deserve any of those. She shouldn’t have to wait for the right moment. Let her stop investing emotionally in you. Let her pour that love and care to someone who deserve her.

Let go of her….

—  she doesn’t deserve someone like you
Beneath the Stars Chapter 8


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Summary: After a particularly regrettable fight with her sisters and Tamlin, Feyre tracks her boyfriend down at Ianthe’s Newspaper party and receives an unwelcome surprise. Full breakdown ensues.

Chapter 8

Nesta and Elain froze when they saw me. No one said anything, so I cleared my throat and decided to go first.

“Hey,” and then I couldn’t think of anything else to say. It wasn’t like either of them to be home in the middle of the semester especially on a Sunday night before they’d have to be back early the next day for class.

“Feyre,” Elain said trying to smile at the same time that Nesta said sharply, “We need to talk.”

Elain faced our older sister and pressed her hands downward towards the floor mouthing something. Nesta grimaced, but spoke again with a little intensity. “Mom wants you to come home.”


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