what were my parents doing

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whenever i can’t draw i always default to these losers in a shoujo-manga au.

REQUESTED - Not Enough

Request:  Heeeey, I saw you had your requests open, and I also read your Familiarity fic AND GURL KILLED IT! Well, I’m shy and this is a weird request so… Yeah. Well, I was wondering, could you do a Peter Parker X Reader with angst? Like. ANGST. STUFF THAT FIC WITH PURE TEENAGE ANGST OR SOMETHING AND THEN IT ENDS WITH SOME FLUFF? Thank you! - Anon

Pairing: Peter Parker X Plus size!Reader

Word Count: 3,440

Warning: Cursing, Self- deprication(The one thing I’m good at), some angst, Peter being a cairing, sugary FLUFF boyfriend

(A/N): Ok, this have been on my request list from before Valentine’s day, I AM SO SORRY, PERSON THAT REQUESTED THIS. I JUST HAVE THIS HUGE BLOCK WRITER AND IT’S PISSING ME OFF AAAAAAA. *inhales* Well,I’ve been wanting to write a plus size!Reader for some time, by now an I do intend on doing one, but with Bucky, so… Yeah. Hope you enjoy this and sorry for any grammar mistakes!

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Originally posted by dailytomholland


“And I know that it wasn’t your fault that you had to cancel our last date, so I was thinking, would you like to pass at my place today?” When you didn’t get an answer, you mumbled, noticing that he wasn’t listening to you “Peter?”

Your heart seemed to sink in your chest when you followed his gaze and saw that he was staring at Lis. Ned frowned his brows when you stopped talking, since he was actually listening to what you were saying.

The sigh came out of you as you turned on your heels, hugging yourself when you saw he continue to walk, too focused on her to miss your heat.

“Dude!” Snapping his eyes back to an angry Ned, he looked around, finally noticing that you weren’t there anymore.

“Where is Y/N?” His best friend’s bitter chuckle made Peter frown his brows in confusion.

“She left after saying that it wasn’t your fault that you missed your last date. Oh, sorry, I mean: She left after she caught you staring that Lis and ignoring her being the best and most supportive girlfriend you’ll ever have.”

“Damn it.” Peter humbled, massaging the bridge of his nose when he got his focus back to you, hearing you sigh, and he knew that sigh. You would make it every time you were in front of the mirror, looking at your body after trying a new dress, shirt, pants, whatever clothing.

If I was skinnier.” He knew you had a problem accepting your body shape and believing that he loved it and loved you, especially after him having a “thing” with Lis, the “Hot, Amazing, Skinny, Model”, as you would refer her as.

“Seriously, Peter. You really think she doesn’t notice you twisting your neck to look at your ex? You really think that she won’t start to imagine that you’re turning her down because you’re having a thing with Lis? Do you even imagine how she must feel?”

“I don’t have a ‘thing’ with Lis! Not anymore!” Ned huffed at his answer, denying with his head and walking to his class

“Is not to me you should say that to.”

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the thought of Candy going to school at night after everything that happened is so funny to me like does she want to be grounded for life

anonymous asked:

How would Guzma, Team skull grunts and Plum react to a teen being dropped off at po town and when asked what they were doing just said in a monotone voice "my parents heard this is where people drop unwanted kids off" sorry if this is against the rules or something, just delete if it is thanks

Dude, the fucked up thing is that I can actually see this happening sometimes.

Guzma

* As soon as he hears about this, he’s enraged. A kid’s parents shouldn’t do something like that, it’s just messed up. He tells the teen that Team Skull is their family now and that they’ll make them feel more at home here than anywhere else.

Skull Grunts

* When they hear about what happened, they’ll start hugging the teen and comforting them. They’ll tell them that they’ll always have friends here and they’ll help the teen get more settled in. Some grunts even tell them that the same thing has happened to them too and it’s their parents fault, not theirs.

Plumeria

* This isn’t the first time this has happened but that doesn’t mean it still doesn’t get her blood boiling. She keeps a calm face though and first asks them if they’d like her to talk to their parents about this. If they say no, she’ll take them by the shoulder and talk to them about how they’ll be treated better here.

What Would They Say? (Draco x Reader)

Originally posted by daz-zling-bling

Request:   Hey ! Can I request any kind of imagines of Draco falling in love with a muggle girl and all the stuff that go with it ? With a bit of angsty of course but also very fluffy ? You’re a so good writer btw ! I wish I had that talent Thanks :))  - Anon

E/C: Eye color

I liked this one a lot


Takes place after the Battle of Hogwarts

**Flashback**

You were a muggle.  Plain and simple.  It wouldn’t have been an issue, that is, until you began dating Draco Malfoy.  You had first met him in London when he was on his way to Diagon Alley, bumping into him by accident.  You apologized, but he grimaced at you and continued walking.

“Hey, I said I was sorry!  That gives you no right to treat me that way!” you called after him, annoyed.

Draco stopped in his tracks and turned back to look at you.  He smiled at you, he liked your confidence and spunk.  He walked back up to you.  “I’m Draco Malfoy,” he said, holding out a hand.  “And you are?”

**End of of Flashback**

That moment sparked the beginning of something beautiful.  Sure, you were a muggle and Draco was raised to despise muggles.  But after the Battle of Hogwarts and his family went into hiding, he learned muggles aren’t all what his parents made them out to be.  You also weren’t shocked when you found out he was a wizard, as your aunt and uncle were as well.  You and Draco grew very close to each other, to the point when you became an official couple.

Of course, Draco’s parents didn’t know that.

Draco had no idea what they would do to him if he told them he was dating a muggle.  Narcissa might be fine with it when she sees how happy you make her son; but Lucius was sure to never change.  As of now, Narcissa and Lucius thought there son was living alone in London to take a break from… well… everything.

You and Draco were in your flat.  You were in the kitchen making dinner (That’s right, no house elves.  You and Draco both agreed that having a house elf was an uncivilized choice) while Draco sat on a chair in the living room reading a book.  You continued messing with pots and pans when Draco spoke up.

“What would my parents say?”

You stopped what you were doing and looked over at him.  “What?”

Draco set his book down.  “What would my parents think?  Of us.”

You walked out of the kitchen, in front of him, and bent down.  “Sweetheart, why do you ask that?”

Draco let out a shaky breath.  “It just scares me sometimes… that they won’t approve… of us.”

You placed a hand over his where it lay on the armrest of the chair and looked at him sympathetically.  You had heard all about Lucius and Narcissa.  “Draco, we love each other.  They can’t just force us apart.”

Draco looked down.  “But…. but my father could… k-kill you…”  A tear slipped down his cheek.  

You gasped and took his face in your hands.  His teary-red eyes looked into your E/C ones.  “Draco… how could you ever think of such a thing?”

“You know the things he’s done, Y/N!  All the innocent people he killed and tortured!  Siding with Voldemort, even going to Azkaban!  He was barely a father figure to be anyway, he was almost never home during the summer!  And–”  Draco began to get angrier and angrier, tears sliding down his face.  But you quickly silenced him by wrapping him in a tight hug.

Draco clutched onto you as if you were the only thing holding him down.  He buried his head in your shoulder and you just let him cry it out.  Tears pricked at your eyes.  Draco didn’t deserve any of this pain and suffering, and it physically pained you to see him like this.  You rubbed soothing circles on his back and pet his hair to try and help him calm down.  “Shh… it’s okay, you’re okay.  I’m here… Y/N’s here and safe.”

After three long minutes of this, you gently lifted his head off your shoulder to look at him.  His hair was all messy, and his face tear-stained.  You pulled his head down and kissed his forehead.  “He’ll never kill me, baby.  Never even touch me.  Not with you by my side.”

Draco sighed shakily.  “I hope you’re right…”

You pressed a kiss to his lips and rested your forehead against his.  “I know I’m right.  You have nothing to worry about, Draco.”

“God, I love you.”

“I love you too.  Now let’s go eat dinner, I think the food is burning.”

He smiled.  “We shall.”


Please let me know what you thought of it and what I could do better next time!

Preview of Eyes Wide Open All the Time Chapter 21: “The Good In Me” 


Makoto lets out a breath like he has held it in for years. “How does it make you feel? Knowing what happened to me.”

Haru does not waver. “Like I’m sitting next to the strongest person who ever existed.”

Tears startle from Makoto’s eyes as he cranes back. Haru smiles sadly. “You think you’re weak, but I’ve seen weak people. You’re the farthest thing from them.”

Something about Makoto opening his heart pulled Haru’s apart in a crack now exposed to the light. Nauseas and exhilarated, he takes Makoto’s hand and presses it against a circular scar on his arm. Makoto frowns at the little red eclipse and Haru sees when he realizes someone burned the mark into his skin – this awful sound lurches through him like his whole being is suddenly hollow.

Haru’s whisper is desperate. “Weak people hurt people and they use excuses to hurt others.” He cups Makoto’s hand against another burn on his throat. “They’re nothing but pain and I know you’ve felt pain, it’s why you don’t wish it on anyone else –” The world is a dizzying twist of memory and reality but he does not stop, a rush of emotion flying from his mouth. “You keep making me think of this book me and Rin found at the library when we were kids. It said something like, ‘you can’t tell anyone when you’re in hell or they’ll think you’re crazy. Those who escape hell never talk about it.’”

In a surge, he takes Makoto’s face in his hands to meet his wide eyes. “I know what that’s like,” Haru swears, his voice shaking apart. “Even though nothing I’ve been through will ever compare to what you went through, and anyone who thinks they can compare is crazier than my fucking parents were, but I do know what it’s like when you can’t tell anyone what you’ve been through. When you’re scared you’ll scare them? When you think you’ll never find anyone who just… who gets it –”

“Oh, Haruka.” How can Makoto just know when he needs to be hugged, when he needs a heart to bury his face against? He feels Makoto smile against his neck, his lips soft against a rough burn. “’Those who escape hell never talk about it,’” he whispers through kisses. “’And nothing much bothers them after that. And you don’t look behind you when the floor creaks.’” His eyes glitter at Haru’s gasp. “Charles Bukowski. He gets it too.”

Haru’s smile is breathless. “’And once you’ve been to hell and back, that’s enough.’” He shakes his head, brows creased as his voice raws with reverence. “You’ve been through enough. You deserve everything you need.”

Makoto mouths around silence, lips shaping to words that he cannot speak. Haru frowns in confusion and rubs his thigh to coax the words from him, but Makoto pulls away from the touch with this strange mix of dread and anticipation in his eyes.

Haru touches him again with heavier insistence and some sound quivers in Makoto’s throat, his hands clenching, fingers twisting together. Haru smiles a little hopelessly because Makoto’s nervousness has a tendency to be endearing.

But then it’s suddenly not. Suddenly it’s Makoto pinning him with a stare, and nothing has ever held Haru down like those eyes – he has dodged bullets, lunged from knife points, swooped around fists, but his whole being stills for Makoto.

He feels words curling hot and dark in his blood. You deserve everything you need.

I will give you anything you need.

Heat sings between them and Makoto’s voice is sweet fire poured over Haru’s kerosene heart. “If I said I needed you,” Makoto starts. He is breathing harder but Haru has no idea where he is getting air from – his own lungs are nothing but aching pressure. “If I said I needed you to make me remember that I’m capable of feeling something other than –” Loneliness, shame, bitter hope. Haru recognizes all of it in his eyes. “If I needed someone to touch me –” Touch more than his body, every pain and piece of him. “And I needed it to be you…”

Makoto cannot even believe these words are flying out of his mouth, but the plea has just built and built inside of him until it became a constant, silent scream consuming every ounce of hope he possessed. The hunger for reassurance has drained him over the past year, and the ache is still a warm taste in his mouth, but it is a fleeting sweetness, weakened by each day he pretended that he was not crying out for comfort in every way but physically.

He is crying out now, even if his voice is nothing but a trembling whisper. “If I said I needed you, if I asked for you right now, what would you say?”

Haru does not falter.

“I would say yes.”

“Have I been manipulated into believing abuse was my fault?” game! Bold all the items that happened to you, if you’re not sure, italicize! Alternatively, just write down the score for every category. TW for explicit abuse mention.

Brainwashing; forced to take responsibility for abuser’s actions:

  • I was forced to apologize after being beaten/abused
  • I was beaten/abused while apologizing and in obvious pain
  • I was beaten/abused while crying
  • I was forced to thank them for beating/abusing me
  • I was forced to promise them I would change my behaviour in the future
  • I wasn’t allowed to cry or express pain after being beaten/abused
  • I was told the parent was the one with the right to cry/be upset after beating/abusing me
  • I was forced to comfort them after they beat/abused me
  • I was forced to take on pain/humiliation/guilt until I would agree that it was all my fault
  • I was forced to agree that I was forcing them to beat/abuse me, with my misbehaviour
  • I was forced to agree that I deserved the abuse
  • I was forced to make up to them after they would abuse me
  • I was forced to clean up the mess they made during abuse
  • I was forced into breaking down to tears if I tried to fight for myself
  • I was forced to hurt myself to prove my remorse for behaviour
  • I was forced to repeat that it was my fault
  • I was told the abuser didn’t enjoy doing it and was in fact forced to do it for my own good
  • I was called a monster/demon/sadistic/evil and accused of enjoying abuser’s pain
  • I was told abuse was done for my own good and that one day I will understand and be grateful for it
  • I was expected to have positive reactions to abuse and any negative reaction was blamed on me
  • I was punished for showing trauma symptoms and for showing in any way that I was abused, only acceptable way of behaviour was obedience and unconditional gratitude
  • I was told others were treated exactly like this, even if they weren’t showing it, and that the abuse was completely normal
  • I was told my reactions weren’t normal and made to focus on how I was reacting to the abuse, rather than damage and injustice done to me
  • I was told my reactions to abuse were the reason of the abuse, and that I was in the wrong for fighting/pushing back/provoking/not listening/not being obedient enough/angering the abuser
  • I was told the abuse was because “I wouldn’t have it the nice way”
  • I was forced to endure harsh punishments for even a small mistake or no mistake at all
  • I was told all I got was what I deserved, even if I couldn’t connect to how I deserved it, except that the abusers felt I did

Note: Doing any of these to a child after having them go through beating or intense episode of shock, pain and fear will leave them in a broken and vulnerable state of mind, and anything said to them or forced onto them while in that state will imprint deeply into their subconscious, and they will accept the message without being able to fight it. This is a method of brainwashing. Abuser will do this to crush child’s spirit and to destroy the child’s ability to hold abuser accountable or responsible for any abuse that occurs in the future, to transfer all the guilt and responsibility for their own actions onto the child, and depict themselves as too powerful for child to ever be able to stand against.

Dehumanization: implication you are below a human being and thus do not deserve humane treatment

  • I was called animal names/slurs/insults and degrading terms continually
  • I was told I should be beaten up and abused more often than I was
  • I was compared to beasts and monsters when the abusers were angry
  • Beating/abusing me was talked about as if it was a good thing they were proud of
  • I was publically beaten and/or humiliated
  • I was threatened with public humiliation
  • I had my physical injuries minimized and dismissed as unimportant
  • I had my psychological and emotional damage minimized and dismissed as unimportant
  • I had my illness minimized and dismissed as unimportant
  • I had my needs and desires minimized and dismissed as unimportant
  • I had my achievements and accomplishments minimized and dismissed as unimportant
  • I had my opinions and thoughts disregarded and ridiculed as stupid, unwanted and unimportant
  • I was blamed for struggling with mental or physical illness
  • I was called crazy, delusional and insane if I pointed out the unfair tratment
  • I was looked at with disgust and contempt most of the time
  • I was accused of wanting to be abused and asking for it
  • I was accused of “causing a scene” when the abuser would lash out at me
  • I was forced to “learn my place” if I assumed the same rights everyone else had
  • I was excluded from positive activities the rest of the family participated in
  • I was denied the rights, benefits, resources and attention the rest of the family got

Forced gratitude/implication of debt: idea that you “owe” your parents to endure their abuse

  • parent kept reminding me of what they’ve done for me, even the most basic parental tasks
  • parent often stated or implied I was ungrateful/not grateful enough for them
  • parent insisted they were sacrificing themselves for me, implying they expect the same in return
  • parent kept pointing out others lower living standards to remind me I was “lucky” in comparison
  • parent demanded I would have to “earn” basic respect and boundaries
  • parent would not allow me to complain, object or resist their treatment and if I tried, they would remind me I deserved even worse
  • parent insisted any abuse is perfectly acceptable and rational and that I am wrong and “taking advantage of them/denying their rights” if I resist or fight it
  • parent stated or implied that I’m supposed to return their effort to them with favours, obedience, endurance and compliance, or I was not worth raising and being kept alive at all
  • parent insisted that they have the right to do anything to me since they’re the only reason I’m alive at all (I was treated like their property) ((OH BOY THIS ONE))
  • parent made it clear it was forbidden to speak of past abuse or past events that show them in bad light, but they would keep bringing up events which paint them as good parent and keep them central to how they should be perceived by me
  • parent accused me of making things up/lying/being crazy or mentally ill/trying to manipulate or hurt them when I tried to talk about an event of abuse and point out they hurt me
  • parent kept me hyperaware of how much I owe them and how much I would risk losing if I dared to accuse them/confront them on being abusive
  • parent would remind me it could be much worse, and would use other people’s suffering to shut me up and make me feel guilty for even thinking I could talk about my own issues
  • parent kept me aware that accusing them of any abuse is hurtful and abusive towards them, and that I am cruel and ungrateful if I dare to make any statement like that
  • parent told me I was wrong/weird/stupid for getting traumatized by abuse because “others wouldn’t get traumatized by that much”
  • parent made me aware of all the issues they were dealing with, and treated my needs for attention and positive environment like an extra issue they do not want to deal with
  • parent kept me aware of how sick/mentally ill/troubled/desperate/tired they were and kept me feeling guilty over not doing enough for them, not being enough of a support and help, and having my own needs and wants was out of the question
  • parent made me aware they’re ready to abandon me if I prove to be “too much work” or “too inconvenient” or even just “not obedient enough”
  • parent made sure I know all their other issues and life problems were more important than me, and that it was not my place to complain, ask for anything, or object to how I’m treated
  • parent accused of “living in the past” and “failing to be a bigger person” if I didn’t show perfect adoration and acceptance for them
  • parents assured me i would turn into a spoiled, arrogant brat had they not abused me

Societal brainwashing; forcing the idea that no parents are abusive, and that all parental abuse has to be forgiven at any cost

  • parent/society taught me I was a bad/selfish/ungrateful person unless I forgive and forget all and any abuse
  • parent/society taught me I was an awful, ungrateful and selfish child if I didn’t demonstrate perfect love and gratitude for my parents
  • parent/society taught me it was my duty to understand and accept my parents, and that no matter what, they were doing their best and wished only the best things for me
  • parent/society taught me that I was responsible for teaching my parents how to be better people
  • parent/society taught me I should never judge or accuse my parents because “I couldn’t possibly understand how hard time they’re having”
  • parent/society taught me any animosity, hatred, anger or any negative thing I had to say about my parents proved me to be bad, ungrateful and unappreciative person
  • parent/society taught me that all parents only want the best for their children and there are no parents who hate or hurt their children on purpose
  • parent/society taught me that there was nothing that can be done about me getting hurt by my parents, and that it was up to my parents to decide what I deserve
  • my parents/society taught me that being bothered by abuse was my own fault and if I wasn’t weak and pathetic, it wouldn’t have affected me at all
  • my parents had other people affirm they were good people and thus I was wrong to accuse or judge them for anything they did to me
  • my parents had other people agree that I was not normal and there was something wrong with my judgment and perceptions, so my point of view shouldn’t be trusted or even taken into consideration
  • my parents had other people agree that I was a selfish, unappreciative, and hard to raise child
  • i had family members/cousins/friends/teachers/acquintaces/therapists side with my abusers and against me
  • I had family members/cousins/friends/teachers/therapists defend my abuser and take their side, assuring me I have to, once again, forget my point of view and consider abuser’s side
  • I had other people/society defend the abuser and assure me I’m wrong to accuse them
  • my parents insisted the abuse/parts of abuse/events i remembered didn’t even happen, and that there was something wrong with me for making up such a thing (gaslighting;guilt tripping, maybe i should write another category for this one)
  • my parents were a part of religion/cult that excused all and any of their actions because they were doing it for the sake of the third party that had to be worshiped/obeyed (maybe i should write a cult category as well there is much more to this one)

If you bolded even one of the items on the first two categories, or multiple ones in third and fourth, you have undergone psychological abuse that would force you to believe it was your fault, or that you deserved the abuse. This is wrong, as you neither deserved it, nor it was your fault. You were a child, and there was no way for you to commit any crime bad enough to deserve anything like this. These methods are used for brainwashing and breaking a person, and abusers do these on purpose.

Bad Grades

Request: Can you do a Jugheadxreader where they are dating and the reader begins to have problems with her grades at school and problems at home and jughead is the only one who can distract her so he tries to help her. Fluffy please. Love your writing!!

Requested by: anonymous.

A/N: I had a hard time writing for this one, so please forgive my lack of creativity.

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Warnings: none.


Originally posted by marorra

“I just don’t know what to do, Juggie.” You stressed, pulling at your hair. Your grades were dropping at an alarming rate and if your parents found out they’d for sure kill you. You were at a lost on what to do. “If my parents find out… god I don’t even what to know.”

“Hey…” Jughead said, scooting closer to you. He placed an arm around your shoulders and pressed you against his chest. You let out a heavy chest, wishing that there was something to distract you. You couldn’t do anything about your marks now, not until the week started again but you couldn’t relax or enjoy yourself because your mind seemed to want to focus only on your grades. “It’ll be okay…” He soothed.

You shook your head. “No it won’t.” You whined, looking up at Jughead you suddenly smiled. “Can you help distract me?” You asked, an innocent smile on your lips.

Jughead grinned, grabbing your chin and pressing his lips against yours. You smiled against his lips, pressing against him until he pulled away. “Of course,” he smiled; “what would you like to do?”

“Anything,” you snuggled back against his chest. “As long as it’s with you.”

Regarding My Attic

(Part 1)

Remember me? I’m the guy that had something in my attic. The one that couldn’t have even begun to imagine the horrible reality of what was up there and how impossible it was.

How does anyone even begin to rationalise what I saw? I tried to think logically, sceptically…but it didn’t work. It didn’t change what was up there. It didn’t change that I saw it and I wasn’t imagining things.

Or that I can never look at my parents in the same way ever again.

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  • Harry: Wonder what Malfoy's up to.
  • Harry: I bet Malfoy's plotting something.
  • Harry: *stalks Malfoy more than his supposed crush on the Marauders' Map*
  • Harry: Definitely up to something. I must stare at him endlessly. Because he's up to something. Yes. That's it.
  • Harry: Sorry, Hermione. I can't concentrate cuz Cedric Diggory exists and is gorgeous as fuck.
  • Harry: Sirus is handsome. So handsome. What a guy.
  • Harry: Have I mentioned how lucky I am to have such a handsome godfather? I mean, my parents sure knew what they were doing.
  • Harry: MALFOY MALFOY MALFOY MALFOY MALFOY MALFOY
  • Harry: THAT HAIR THO. gLeAminG iN tHe sUnLigHt...so bLOnD aNd sOfT...
  • Harry: I'm 100% straight. I like Cho. And Ginny. Yep.
  • People Who Don't Ship Slash: Okie dokie. Sounds legit.
Late Night Snack

Taeyong X Reader

Summary: Late night snacks and heart-to-hearts

Word Count: 1.3K

Genre: Fluff

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My skin is black
My arms are long
My hair is woolly
My back is strong
Strong enough to take the pain
Inflicted again and again
What do they call me?
My name is Aunt Sarah
My name is Aunt Sarah
Aunt Sarah

My skin is yellow
My hair is long
Between two worlds
I do belong
But my father was rich and white
He forced my mother late one night
And what do they call me?
My name is Saffronia
My name is Saffronia

My skin is tan
My hair is fine
My hips invite you
My mouth like wine
Whose little girl am I?
Anyone who has money to buy
What do they call me?
My name is Sweet Thing
My name is Sweet Thing

My skin is brown
My manner is tough
I’ll kill the first mother I see!
My life has been rough
I’m awfully bitter these days
Because my parents were slaves
What do they call me?
My name is Peaches!

—  Nina Simone | “Four Women”

PSA: Just because you’ve suffered more hardships than a person does not give you to right to dismiss their problems and say “I’ve had worse.” and “You know, that was nothing compared to…..” Their experience does not make it any less painful to them than yours. Not only that, you will also prevent them from reaching out to people when they are dealing with severe problems and force them to deal with their difficulties without the support of others. No one’s emotions are ‘superior’ to others; all of our emotions have equal priority. And remember that crying never makes you weak.

No one understands the pressures to validate their parent’s struggles better than the children of immigrant parents. We are constantly trying to make them proud, and make the sacrifices they made mean something. All the while trying to deal with the pressures of being teenagers/young adults in a modern Western world. Failing to be successful doesn’t just mean letting yourself down, it also means the sacrifices your parents made go in vain. They gave up their entire lives. They left their homes, and families to go to some foreign country where they barely spoke the language. Some worked 2+ jobs to save up money because they had to reset their entire lives when they moved. All so their kids could grow up in a country with proper education, and a government that isn’t corrupt. 

So I lost my keys with my wallet attached at a campus bus stop and spent an hour riding around campus and calling people to cancel cards and ask if anyone turned anything in. As well as arguing with my parents over what I could do since they were the only keys to my car.

When I checked my email someone had turned my things into a dorms front desk and when I got my wallet everything was still there (including my $20) and I swear the world is filled with such good people its almost overwhelming 😭😭😭

Locked in

Not requested

Genre: fluff

word count: 1 479

Summary: Realising you’re stuck in school for the night and suddenly finding your ex-best friend!Jungkook who hadn’t realised how late it was. 


I my head back in my chair and groaned. I had been reading through this thirteen times now and I still can’t keen any of it in my brain. It was like the information entered through one ear and out through the other every single time I tried to process it. I let closed my book and put it in my bag, that’s when I noticed that the only light nearby was from the lamppost outside the window. Confused I threw my bag over my shoulder and headed towards the exit. Not a single light was on and I convinced myself that it was probably just a blackout. I never liked the dark, not knowing where I put my feet and having a very big risk of falling any second, so a wave of relief washed over me when I could see the exit in the end of the hallway. With a smile I put my hand on the handle and pushed only to realise that it didn’t move an inch. I tried again, this time with the full weight of my body behind the force but I still couldn’t disrupt it. My heart was beating a hundred miles a second and tears were threatening to fall from my eyes. My body slid down the wall and sat down on the floor, I curled into a ball instantly and I couldn’t keep my tears in anymore. My hands were shaking as I reached for my phone in my pocket in hope of being able to call my mother. Not surprisingly, it was dead.

I can’t believe I got locked in the school.

Scolding myself for acting like a little baby I wiped the tears away and stood up on shaking legs.I decided to put my bag and jacket back into my locker so that I don’t have to carry it everywhere when I obviously would be spending my night here. Sadly I couldn’t use the flashlight on my phone so I had to feel my way along the walls and surprisingly I didn’t trip once. As I approached my locker I could hear a faint sound coming from around the corner in the end of the hallway. Curiosity took over me; I quickly put my things in my locker and started heading towards the sound. As I got closer I recognised the song playing, I didn’t know what it was called but I know that I had heard it before. I rounded the corner and was met by a light, a light coming from one of the many dance halls in the school.

I leaned against the doorframe when I reached the room and just observed the person in there. I knew who he was, everyone knew who he was and not just because he and his band debuted but also because he has been quite popular ever since kindergarten. We had been best friends once but then he went off to become a trainee and I guess we just drifted apart. We still greet each other in the hallway but other than that it’s just awkward every time we meet each other. It’s a shame really.

He had always been good at dancing but I had forgotten exactly how good he was. I was almost mesmerised by the way he moved. It was as if the air carried him, his moves were sharp when needed and soft when the music slowed down. I think that the song that played was one of his own and that’s why I recognised it. Suddenly he stumbled over his feet and fell onto his back. I was quick to run to his aid but not without giggles coming from my mouth.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” I said while laughing slightly. He was panting, as if he had been dancing for hours.

“You startled me.” He got out between heavy breaths. “I got surprised when I saw you in the mirror and lost my concentration.”

“Sorry about that.” I helped him up into sitting position. “Maybe you should take a break.” Jungkook looked at me like I was insane.

“Are you kidding, I’ve only danced for like two hours.” I gave him a look that made him doubt his statement. “Right?”

“Check the time on your phone.” He stood up and walked over to his bag.

“I promise, it’s only like 5 pm” The light from his phone made him look even paler than he already was. Then his eyes grew to the size of plates. “It’s freaking 9.30!” I nodded and sat down against the wall. He looked at me for a moment, thinking.

“What are you still doing in school?” He knew my parents were very strict on my curfew and they would be pissed tomorrow.

“I lost track of time while studying.” I said and shrugged as if it was no big deal. I smirked.

“You’ve always been the good girl.” I ignored that, surprised that the atmosphere wasn’t as tense as it is otherwise.

“We’re stuck here for the night.” I said and let out a sigh.

“Great.” He said sarcastically as he sat down beside me, the phone on the floor beside me. Out of boredom I picked it up.

“Hey!” He tried taking it back but I just stood up and went to the other side of the room, laughing along the way. He didn’t have the energy to go after me, he just sat there whining at me. I successfully unlocked his phone, he hadn’t even changed his password, and started taking some very ridiculous photos.

“You haven’t changed at all, have you?”

“Of course not.” I said cheerfully and sat down against the wall opposite of him. Bored out of my mind I started scrolling through his photos. My eyebrows scrunched together when I saw a locked map. He was never that private so I don’t understand why he would have a map that he didn’t want anyone to see. I tried that same password that I used to unlock the phone but it didn’t work.

“Why do you have a locked map?” Instantly his face got red and he started stuttering.

“N-no reason.” He looked down on his hands and started fiddling with his fingers, something he did only when he was nervous. I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Come on, you’ve never been a private person, Kookie.” He looked up at me with a curious look. I always called him that when we were younger, he never really liked it but that was the reason as to why I gave him the nickname.

“I miss you, you know.” He mumbled but I could still make out every word. I looked at him, not knowing what to say. “I hate that we drifted apart, I never meant for that to happen. You were my best friend and in my mind you still are. I will never find a better friend. And then when I came back it was so awkward and tense every time we talked and I hated it. I still hate it. I just want us to go back to the way we were; inseparable.” He stood up and walked over to me and sat down. Gently he took the phone out of my hands and unlocked the map, then he gave it back. As I saw what the map contained my breath caught in my throat.  Every picture, every video, was of us. Us as kids, pre-teenagers and even pictures from me now. Pictures he had taken without me noticing. If it was anyone else I would’ve been creeped out but this was Jungkook. I looked at him and he was surprisingly close to my face.

“I’ve never really wanted to be friends with you though.” He continued and put a strand of my hair behind my ear. “I’ve always wanted to be more but I was scared. I didn’t want to lose you but thanks to that I lost you anyways. I should’ve tried harder to keep in touch but I didn’t want to annoy you. It only resulted in me losing you.” I opened my mouth to say something but he pushed a finger on my lips and shushed me. “No, don’t say anything. Can we just sleep for now and deal with my confession in the morning, please.” I couldn’t bear to see him like this, so exhausted, so I just nodded. He then surprised me by lifting me up in his arms and carry me to the very uncomfrórtable couch in the corner of the room where he put me down. He hesitated but I pulled him down and made him wrap his arms around me, he would fall otherwise.

Before we both fell asleep I imagined his expression the morning after when I would tell him that I actually liked him back.


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Nocturne

based on this imagine from thefandomimagine

Imagine waking up one morning but instead of your bedroom, you find yourself in medical bay and having Bones McCoy explain that you’ve been asleep for more than 200 years 

Characters: Bones, Reader || Songspiration: Angel by Sarah Maclachlan

Warnings: mild cursing

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