why cry over the same thing

zelinxia Victor crying prettily when he was super upset and the whole fandom getting off to that unnerves me to no ends. Also he has disheveled hair while pretending to sleep in ep 2, and he drools too when napping in the plane in ep6

Yeah like it was one thing to make a couple jokes about how pretty he looked at first, but the way fandom obsesses over it is… weird. Why not focus on Victor and Yuuri’s happy tears, both of which we see in the series (and in that same episode). 

He does drool in ep 6! I think it’s to show how relaxed he is.  We know Yuuri drools a lil in his sleep, at least when he’s relaxed, but it seems Victor does too. 

Seriously though? He’s a twenty-something guy, let him be imperfect.  Don’t just leave all of that to Yuuri and use it as a punchline, imo.

BTS replaced you. - pt.2

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Originally posted by fairybcby

After the conversation we shared I muted the conversation, there was nothing I wanted to hear anymore and nothing I wanted to do but sleep. I was curious of what they had to say, if anything at all but at the same time I didn’t want to know because they probably don’t think it’s a big deal they’ve missed my birthday three years in a row. I sat at my dining room table, staring at the candlelit cake in front of me. It was their favourite, strawberry flavour and just looking at it reminded me of them and how they won’t be here again to share this too large cake for one with me.

For so long I believed that we were best friends, that we were inseparable and nothing or no one could come between the friendship we shared because we had been through so much with one another. But I was wrong. They let her get between us. I don’t want to be a selfish brat that I’m seeming to be, but they just forgot me so easily after spending a week with her, wouldn’t that hurt you? They used to be the first people to say happy birthday to me, even if they were away they’d never forget to FaceTime me at 12am - but this year, even though we were supposed to celebrate, they didn’t call at 12, they didn’t send me a text. Because they forgot, and they left me waiting for them like a fool standing outside the restaurant in the winter cold holding my own birthday cake. They promised. They promised that they were going to celebrate with me this year for sure, they even made sure they had no schedule clashes today so that we could celebrate, but just like that they forgot and I was replaced with someone new, someone better.

People looked at me funny, people who walked into the restaurant, had their meal and came back out to see me still standing there alone - they all looked at me with pity in their eyes. ‘That girl must’ve got stood up’ must be what they were all thinking. Yeah I was stood up by my seven best friends. The entire week they’ve been hanging out, the entire week they’ve dismissed me. ‘If it was important we would have remembered’ ‘Clearly wasn’t all that important’, that hurt to say the least, it only told me how much I didn’t mean to them, making it clear to me that they don’t need me in their lives anymore because they have someone new, someone that let’s them have the personal space that they needed and I understood now. I was only ever thinking of myself and what I wanted. Maybe they didn’t forget, maybe this was their way to tell me that our friendship is over. 

I blew out the candle without making a wish, wishes don’t come true. I’ve wished for the same thing the last two years and each following year I end up getting disappointed. I crawled into bed and went to sleep, eyes slightly wet from crying. But a few hours later, I heard my phone ring; I picked up without even checking the caller ID. 

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[On seeing himself as Captain America for the first time]: Terrifying. I think the first time I saw it was back when I was still pretty insecure and a little apprehensive about taking the role. So it was a real dichotomy. There was simultaneous joy, but at the same time, a deep fear. That’s eroded over time, and now it’s very familiar. It feels very comfortable. It feels great now, and damn, if I had said no, I would have been the biggest fool on the planet. 

Today on "Zen is my bias and I enjoy pain"

You know how it’s suggested that you take Zen as your first route? And then subsequently the rest of the members?

I’m gonna stick by the most common route suggestion which is:

Zen -> Yoosung -> Jaehee -> Jumin -> Seven

Well do you remember his call on Seven’s route, at night on Day 10?

“That’s great… I could’ve made you happy too.”

What if he’s been in love with you throughout all the routes? From what I’ve observed he’s always more loving and SO MUCH MORE WORRIED than the rest of the members, and he always drops hints that he likes you. What if after you reset on this boy his feelings remain and he’s just so confused as to why you have such a grip on him? What if he flirts with you to try to make sense of his feelings?

Another example, that one phone call in Yoosung’s route where he says he should’ve realised his feelings sooner, and then he says “Never mind”.

OKAY LET’S GET INTO THE MAIN SHIT.

We all know that Zen has psychic dreams. Through all of the resets he’s the one who’s been reseted on the most. Think about it. Most people wouldn’t reset after Seven, so he has the good end of the deal. But Zen waits for you… and you never come back. BESIDES THE POINT. Zen starts to realise the trend to every reset and every time you appear his feelings are so strong. There’s a nagging voice in his head that knows he’s gone through the same thing before.

This explains why he’s progressively more protective and caring of you as the routes go on. Think about it.

And then I guess he realises that after Seven, it’s the end of the line. What more does he have to lose? He’s waited over 40 days and it doesn’t seem like you’ll ever come back.

“I could’ve made you happy too.”

Hence, I conclude that Zen loves you in every single route. And he will forever.

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FOLLOWING THEORY

Listen up, Dramione Haters.

Okay so I got a rather rude ask earlier, and I’ve talked to quite a few people since and I’m still annoyed. I want to make a few points to people who want to truly understand, instead of spewing ignorant shit. A LOT of my points go along with UpTheHill’s defenses of the ship, but mind you– I’ve talked to many people about this.

I’ve talked to WeasleyIsMyKing540 several times on the subject, some one who does NOT like Dramione; as well as numerous other people who do not like, nor understand the ship. I have even talked on the phone, at length, to the absolute biggest Drarry shipper I know about different points people have tried to use to de-validate this pairing.

Point blank, if you come at me yelling or being rude, I will not even attempt to explain this. So let me try my best to put all of my points out there so you can understand the absolute best you can.

Dramione, statistically, is the most popular ship of the fandom. However, it is also one of the most hated as well. To the point that Dramione writers ACTUALLY have numerous support groups for the amount of hatred they get over stories they pour their heart and soul into. But, alas, I digress.

The popularity of the ship, by majority as I cannot speak for everyone, has nothing to do with a “bad boy” fetish. It also, has nothing to do with Emma and Tom. I’ve seen both of these points brought up by antis to explain away why people like the ship, but it’s just not true. I’m going to say this now. I don’t like the feltson ship. I think it’s weird and disrespectful towards the actors to ship people in real life, and Emma really doesn’t even look like Hermione. Hermione’s BIGGEST physical trait was her hair, frizzy snd wild. Emma’s hair, no matter the amount of teasing, is way too light and sleek.

Now, I’m going to start off by addressing the “bully” factor concerning Draco. Obviously, this is something that the pairing has to overcome within fan fiction. Draco was raised by a man who was overly bigoted and spoke about blood purity as if it were the most important thing in the world. From a young age, Draco was around this. He was taught that this was absolutely normal, and idoling his father, he took what his dad said to heart and it showed throughout his actions. Is that okay? No. Is bullying acceptable? Of course not. But he was a child. Just like James and Sirius, also bullies, were children when they participated in such activities. Only those two, didn’t have parents quite like Draco’s.

Which brings me to my next point. I can not stress this enough, that Hermione is absolutely NOT a goodie goodie little breakable princess. She took everything said to her in stride and even knocked him a VERY well deserved slap to the face by third year. Hermione fucking Granger, is a badass. WORDS, of all things, will not break this woman.

And that being said, in terms of those crying “abuse”, do you truly in your heart of hearts believe that that strong ass muggle born witch would allow Draco (of ALL people) to push her around? Could you see her changing herself for him? No. To both of those things. And in most (I haven’t read all) fan fiction– that never happens. If it does, it’s EXTREMELY OOC and not normally very popular.

The entire series focuses around blood purity prejudices. The entire fucking 7 books and 8 movies. Over and over, it’s the same theme. So why put Draco and Hermione together? Simple. In the words of UpTheHill herself, “It is the best, and most effective way for Draco to get redeemed.” Point blank.

She is the muggleborn. The EXACT opposite of everything Draco himself is taught to hate.

Harry is still a half blood. Although the struggles with the Drarry pairing would be more about sexuality, he’s still half blood. The entire story, as I’ve mentioned, focuses on blood purity.

You can skim around that issue with other pairings like Drarry, Drinny, Druna, Dransy, Drastoria. But you absolutely CAN NOT avoid that fact with Dramione. It’s something that NEEDS to be addressed with that pairing. It’s something that NEEDS to be fine, period. It’s unification, smack dab in your face.

And although Ron is pureblood and ends up with Hermione in canon– Ron is not, and never has been prejudice against blood. Nor has his family.

Draco needs to eat his words. He needs to fall in love with the one thing he had convinced himself he hated. He has barriers to get through. His own previous thoughts on the issue, his parents, his close friends, etc. He, quite literally, needs to bend over backwards and ACCEPT that the thing he thought he hated the most in the world, is his biggest weakness.

I’m not saying you have to like it, but people need to stop fucking bashing it because I’m tired. I’m tired of working 6+ hours on a Dramione picture, that I’m quite proud of, just to have people bash me over the pairing– obviously never really taking a look at it in the first place.

I’m tired of having me and my friends having to hold our breath every time we open our reviews, hoping by god it’s not another message bashing the pairing.

I don’t like Romione, or Fremione. I think that they’re easy ships. They’re routine. Hermione is a fighter, and literally Draco’s walking contradiction. He could challenge her, their sex would be explosive, and they’re enough a like to make it work and enough opposite to keep it interesting.

However, I’m not going to bash Romione. Nor Drinny. Nor Drarry, or whatever ship you antis reading this right now think makes “so much more sense.”

Because I know how to actually look into things. I don’t speak ignorantly, and I would never force someone to defend their ship day after fucking day.

If you think it doesn’t make sense, ask around! Nicely. Any Dramione shipper will be happy enough to explain most of the time.

Hiraeth - Four

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☽Pairing☾ ; BTS | Reader

☽Genre☾ ; Angst | Fluff

☽Word Count☾ ; 1.6k

☽Summary☾ Returning back to Korea after years of being under the ground, to see your parents. You wished it was all it took, to feel complete again. The aftermath of confusion, betrayal and sorrow was the reason to never come back into the boys presents. But it wasn’t until, seeing one them enter the same cafe, at the right time.

☽Notes☾ ;  Part Three | Part Five (Soon)


“When was the last time we spoke about this?” Jin murmured with his drowsy coloured voice, as the drink became heavier in the bottom of his stomach. The tingling feeling evaporating through his whole body, and the sound of each member’s breath clogging the practice room.  

“The last time Yoongi lost his head” Namjoon spat from afar, receiving the approximately glare from the light blonde guy. His glasses tipped and gently fogged by the warmth of the surroundings, with empty bottles neatly positioned in the centre.  

“Why is it always the ones who have had a crush on Y/N that lashes out the most?” Hoseok questioned, as the only one who didn’t give into the alcohol and stayed with his carbonated drink. He was never great at drinking, but truly knew how to have a good time regardless. Jimin and Yoongi spared a glance to each other, before giving the typical “You’re right, but whatever” huff.  

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Bruised Love - {Part 2}

Warnings: cursing, starving, mention of throwing up

Word count: 2,382

Summary: Harry has been avoiding (Y/N) lately making her feel unwanted and lonely, as he pushes her away causing her to keep trying to love him and make him notice her, but only to bring her more ache to the heart.

Note: Thank you guys for being patient with me, I was kind of in a hurry so I didn’t get a chance to read over it. So I’m sorry for any mistakes. Other than that I hope you enjoy part 2 :)

Part 1 Part 3


I stared out the window watching the rain cover the yards and roads with water as thunder loudly filled the sky. It’s been hours since I’ve seen Harry from this morning, I wouldn’t even be surprised if he was going to be home late or not coming home at all. My eyes were so dry and puffy from all the tears I shed these past few hours, as weakness filled my whole body, making me feel uneasy as I decided to finally get up. 

Walking towards the bathroom I flicked the light on, quickly scaring myself as I saw myself in the mirror. My whole face was drained, there were bags under my eyes from the lack of sleep while the tear stains covered the swell of my cheeks. The hair on my head was matted up in a bun, too weak to even comb the tangles out.  I always looked like this when ever Harry would leave to god knows where, living his life up, while I stay behind feeling unwanted and hurt.

Before I was able to leave the bathroom, I felt an edgy ache in my stomach to my throat causing me to quickly run to the toilet, releasing all my fluids. A small scream left my lips as I kept dispensing the fluids out my aching stomach. Once I realized I was done spewing out there was tears already falling down my face from the pain.

“I need some coke” I groaned to myself holding my stomach tightly, needing a bubbly substance in my tummy. I didn’t know why I threw up, but it hurt.

I grabbed the towel rack steadily pulling myself up making sure I won’t fall, before slowly walking out to the room and down the stairs. It was so quiet down here the only sounds I could hear was the hard rain pouring outside. Walking into the kitchen I saw it still the same way I had left it, along with his breakfast, untouched and sitting on the counter. Heading towards the fridge, I heard the front door open and slam shut. I peeked over at the time on the microwave to see it was only 6:45. Why is he here early in the day?


*Harry’s POV*

It was only 6:30 when I parked in the driveway of me and (Y/N)’s quiet home. The rain hit heavily as I tried to gather myself together. There has been so much anger and emotions running through me these past few weeks and seeing (Y/N) didn’t make anything better. She was a burden that I needed to get off my shoulders. After my tour I started to push her away trying to get rid of her which she never caught on.

I have spent weeks on avoiding her trying to get her to understand I was trying to leave her, but she just kept coming back. She kept loving me and caring for me as if we was still a good couple. I love her, don’t get me wrong, but to be honest I didn’t want to love her. I felt as if I was dragging her into a lifestyle she wasn’t ready for. Over the years I would catch her reading hate and then find her somewhere in the house crying to herself. Even paparazzi was treating her badly, pushing her around, calling her names, accusing her of stuff she didn’t even do. Same thing with some of the fans. It had gotten so bad to the point where I would see her shamming herself at every little thing she did. (Y/N) is everything to me and watching these things affect her made me feel so awful inside. That’s why I have to end things with her and the only way to do that was make her not love me anymore, by simply pushing her aside. And When management said she had to go too, I instantly knew that this was it for us. People were never going to stop at trying to get it to my beautiful (Y/N) or harm our relationship. She deserves so much more than a man who has a difficult lifestyle of being a celebrity. This was something that killed me inside to even think about being apart from her, but I was letting (Y/N) go. Even if I didn’t want to. It’s for her own good. Our own good.

After minutes of calming myself down, which never actually worked, I decided to make a run for it through the rain and up the little steps of our front porch. The house seems quiet as I open the door and closed it walking into an empty house. I took my jacket off, hearing noises coming from the kitchen. I heard my stomach growl letting me know I was hungry since I haven’t eaten anything today.

I heavily sigh preparing myself to walk in the kitchen to see (Y/N) sitting on a stool by the counter sipping her coke. The kitchen was still the same from when I left this morning, the food she had made me was sat on the counter that has  never been messed with. I completely ignored her presence as I walked to the fridge to grab me a beer.

“How was your day?” A soft voice raged into my ears. Hearing her voice was enough to make me not want to go through with this whole avoiding thing, while I grabbed a beer out the fridge closing it. I wasn’t really the kind to drink much but coming home to her, I really needed one.

I ignored her question and closed the fridge door. Before I was able to open my drink, I was taken back when she had gotten up and yanked the beer out my hands and tossing it in the sink causing it to break. I groan in frustration, anger boiling under my skin. She’s not going to make this easy.I decided to just let it go, brushing past her exiting the kitchen to get away from her. Still not looking at her.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” I heard her yell. I stopped in front of the stairs, chewing my lip to stop me from trying to turn around and love her.

“Why are you acting like this? What is your fucking problem, Harry?” She demands. I fully omitted the pain in her tone as the random anger was boiling under my skin, hitting its limits causing me to just let it out, before thinking it through.

“You want to know what my problem is. Well if you haven’t noticed already, it’s you. You’re my fucking problem” I fib, seeing the different emotions run through her face, made my insides tighten.

“Me?” She questioned.  

“Yes! Now just leave me alone” I spat, turning around heading up the steps, hoping she would just drop it..

“No” she said, her voice barely under a whisper. I paused in my tracks in the middle of the stairs and faced her.

“What?” I asked taking a few steps down the stairs.

“No Harry, I will not leave you alone. Because that’s all I’ve ever done. I’ve left you alone so many times but now I can’t anymore, I want some explanations as to why your avoiding me” She stated, tears at the prick of her puffy eyes.

“Fine, I have been avoiding you because I can’t stand being near you. You are so useless. This relationship is pointless. I’m tired of coming home to see your face every day of my life” I spoke. At this point I couldn’t stop, I wanted her to leave me, make it easier for me to let her go. But as soon as I realized she wasn’t moving, it made me feel annoyed.

“Don’t you see, (Y/N)?! YOU MEAN NOTHING TO ME!” I falsely roared, she does mean something to me, I just couldn’t let her see that.

“I-I thought y-ou loved me?” She stutters, her tone was so pure full of hurt and confusion as my raging eyes stared into hers.

“Well you thought wrong, I most definitely don’t love someone as pathetic as you are.” The words spitting out my mouth pained me to say. I love her. I love her with everything I had and seeing her face drop after I said that, made my head pound, seeing that’s all it took. All it took for me see her break in front of me. Her eyes relishing the tears, letting them fall to the ground, as she kept her eyes on mine, taking every word, I said in. My breathing was uneven, feeling my body go numb. I didn’t think watching her cry would make me feel so wrong and upset. I knew I was harsh on her, but not so harsh it would affect me to.

“You’re right” I looked at her in confusion trying to understand what she was saying.

“You’re right, Harry. How could someone love a person like me?  a person that cares for their lover, who has been there since day one, or even gave up her life to be with the one she loves. Moved out of her country to start a life with the man she wanted to call husband, just to be kicked to the curb and stabbed in the heart, watching her love one slip away. How can someone love someone like me? Huh? Someone who all she wanted was to be loved, but not even the one she trusted the most could give her that. And for that Harry, I truly hate you.” She cried out, her voice cracking at each word she spoke as tears never stopping to fall from her rosy pale cheeks.

The room hang quiet the tension between us full of sorrow and pain. I did this, I made her break. I was the one she was crying her heart out to and all I did was pushed it away. All I wanted to do was pull her into me, holding her, telling her everything was going to be ok and that I didn’t mean the stuff I said. But I knew I shouldn’t, I wanted her to live a better life with a better person even if it meant her hating me. I stood there taking in her words, watching her breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling repeatedly.

“I hate you Harry” she spat walking towards me snapping me out my thoughts. Before I knew it, she started to hit my chest with her little fists screaming the same words over and over.

“I hate you…I hate you… I hate you… I hate you… I hate you…” each word coming with a punch to my chest causing tears to prick at the corners of my eyes, while glancing down at her watching her let out all her anger on the small tough punches she was bringing to my toned chest. I felt my heart twisting and tightening from the scene of her like this. It pained me to see like this, it really did. I was only doing this to make her life easier without me, not make her upset.
The last ‘I hate you’ was quietly fading between her breath as her punches become soft and light slowing coming to a halt.

My eyes grew wide, seeing her eyes fatally close, her breathing slowing down with her body falling backwards. I was quick with my movements to catch her before she hit the hard wood floor making me fall to my knees holding her in my arms. My heart starts to pick up speed, hands clenching at her sides holding her to me as my thoughts race with worry.

“(Y/N)?”

No response.

“(Y/N), come on.”

No response.

My heart was racing by now scared she wasn’t waking up. I was so caught up in my own thoughts and tears I had forgotten how to handle this situation. I put my ear in front of her mouth feeling her breathing hit my earlobe. A sigh of relief escapes my lips relieved she’s still somewhat breathing, but not normally. I started to panic as I tried to shake her again only for her to not wake up.

“Please (Y/N), baby wake up. Please, I’m so sorry please wake up” I cried out, holding her closer. Her skin was hot and clammy, sweat beads running down the sides of her face. She was burning up. I was quick to call an ambulance, desperate for her to be okay, because, God, if she isn’t, I don’t think I could forgive myself for this.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it” I whisper in agony, leaving small pecks of delicate kisses on her forehead.

By the time her eyes started to twitch I heard the ambulance heading down my street. Tucking my arms under her whole body I lift her up and quickly caring her up to the front door opening it. Once I saw the paramedics running out the truck towards me.

“Help her, please” I quietly yell my voice cracking.

The paramedics nod, sliding the stretcher over to me, as I slowly laid her down on it, making sure she was strapped in with the help of the paramedics. I watched as they placed her at the back on the truck, seeing her leave my sight was pain.

“Sir, would you mind coming with us?” A lady asked. I furiously nod my head hoping in the back of the ambulance truck and sit in reach of (Y/N).

She looked so lifeless, causing me to softly grab a hold of her small fragile hand, giving it a squeeze to inform her I was right here. I wasn’t going to leave her side ever. This is all my fault and I’m not letting her go.

This whole time I was worried about what I wanted not what I needed and what I needed was, (Y/N). She’s my whole and without her, I’m nothing.

I just wish everything was back to where it used to be. All the good times we spent together, it meant so much to me and I just messed that up, because I thought I was helping her by pushing myself away from her but only to cause this to happen to her.


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anonymous asked:

Hi i really love your drunk!mc and not recognizing them hc :D is it okay if i request the same but with v and saeran ^u^

Here it is! I don’t know if it is as cute as the original post, tho… still, hope you like it! ^^

Drunk MC doesn’t recognize Saeran and V

Saeran

  • He hates when you go out like this, because he knows you’re getting home drunk.
  • And you’re a very unpredictable drunk. Sometimes you get really emotional and cry over things like that time you hurt a little boy who had a crush on you: “he wrote me this letter and I answered correcting all his misspells, why am I so bad, Saeran? Whyyy?”
  • Or sometimes you laugh at everything, like when you kept giggling and repeating the word “chocolate pudding” for half an hour.
  • And sometimes you get a little handsy and… hum, he has nothing to complain about that, actually.
  • “Can I help you?” he thought you were being sarcastic when he went to pick you up at your friend’s house, she said somebody looking for you was at the door.
  • “Well, can I help you? You look like shit!” “I’ll tell you what looks like shit, your move! Do you really think nagging will work here? Boy, bye.” What is this woman saying?
  • “Look, no time for jokes. Let’s just go, okay?” he was trying to be patient, but you ignoring him was something he couldn’t stand. It was nothing like you!
  • “Look, dude, as if your shitty move wasn’t bad enough, I already have a boyfriend, okay? And he will beat the shit out of you if he hears about this.” Oh… he knows what’s going on…
  • Yes, you not being able to recognize him happened once, it was pretty funny. You kept telling him to go away because you already had a boyfriend waiting for you at home… and you were already home. Shit, that was hilarious.
  • “Really? Is he that mad?” “Yep, so mad! He used to be madder when he looked like Kaneki from Tokyo Ghoul, but now… he’s more like Lindo from Dance with Devils, like, mad but cute mad, you know?” He… has no idea who are these people, and he didn’t know he was that mad…
  • “Oh, and… are you scared of him?”. You scoff “Nah, he’s cute. When he crosses his arms and frowns his eyebrows like this… freaking cute!”
  • “Men don’t like being called cute, isn’t he badass?” “Yep, but I like more when he’s cute! When he hugs me and calls me a dork, and tries to braid my hair when I pretend I’m sleeping…” Shit! You should not know about this! “Don’t tell him, but I’m thinking about inviting him to move in with me! Do you think it’s weird? I mean… the girl inviting the guy?
  • “N-no, it’s not weird at all…” okay, joke time is over, this is serious and he needs you sober as soon as possible. “So, hey! Uhm… I’m just your friend’s neighbor, turns out your boyfriend rang my bell thinking it was hers. He’s, uhm… waiting you downstairs.”
  • You said goodbye to your equally wasted friend and went downstairs, where he was waiting for you, trying to do a grumpy face. But it was hard, he really felt like smiling.
  • “Stop drinking that much! And… don’t tell deep weird things to strangers! And…” you interrupt him with a quick peck on his lips and a giggle.
  • “You’re so cute!” he feels his cheeks getting as red as his hair. “I… well, I… yeah, I… thanks.” He needs to get used being called cute if he’s going to be your roommate.

V

  • You two were at this art exhibition.
  • You two got separated for a while when he went to talk to the artist and you decided to see the paintings and sculptures.
  • When he found you again, you were staring at a painting, your mouth a little ajar. Wow, did it impress you that much? He really wanted to hear your thought about that.
  • “Hi, honey. Do you like this? We can buy it!” you let out a sigh that sounds like a groan and walks away. What… just happened?
  • “Honey? Did I say something wrong? You don’t like it?” “Yeah, I don’t like guys trying to be all sugar daddy over women, stay away from me, granny.” What? Sugar Daddy? Oh my god… is he really acting like this? But… he thought you liked his gifts…
  • Wait! No… it’s not this. He realizes that when he sees you taking a glass of that sweet drink that seemed harmless…
  • And the way your cheeks are flushed, he knows: these aren’t harmless when you have too much.
  • He watches as you stare at another painting. “Do you like this painting, miss?”
  • “Yes, it feels like it’s talking to me.” “Really? What is it saying?” “See the lines in the bottom? To me it’s totally about feeling a strong connection with someone, this brown lines are like a house, or maybe a body. And the blue spot is the soul inside the body, trying to be free.” Well, it was  open to interpretation, anyhow…
  • “Interesting…” “Yeah, it reminds me of my boyfriend, he’s the blue spot. I want the blue spot to be free and happy.” Oh, that was sweet…
  • He wanted to hug you, but he knew you wouldn’t recognize him, so he walked away a little and waited. Until you finally turned your head and faced him, this huge smile showing up in your face.
  • “Hey, honey! Anything you liked?” “Yeah, that one! Look, this shade of blue is the same of your hair!” “Oh, and that orange spot there is the same as your dress.” It was a different tone of orange, but you agreed, amazed.
  • “Now, let’s go, my orange spot, your blue spot needs to make sure you don’t have a hangover tomorrow.” “Why? I’m not drunk!” he chuckles, you are an adorable orange spot, aren’t you?

anonymous asked:

This is my first time requesting a headcannon from anyone! ((I'm asking you guys because I love how you guys write, it's amazing!)) I was wondering if you could do a RFA + V + Saeran reaction to MC accidentally taking a drug thinking it's candy? ((You don't have to do this if it's too weird or something!! I'm sorry!! ;-; I'm so embarrassed lol))

A/N: Me?? the first??? i am hoNOURED ;u; HHHNNNNN I HOPE THIS IS OKAY SORRY I STRAYED FROM THE “THINKING ITS CANDY” PART SOMETIMES;;;; ~Admin 404

 

Me @ Saerans: im sorry no im not

 

Idk if this is a TW or anything but… drug mention warning?? Right here??

*YOOSUNG:

               -Yo he goes to /college/. /COLLEGE PARTIES MY FRIENDS./

               -He doesn’t normally go but friends invited him, and he invited you! Totally wasn’t because he wanted to show you off to people??? No????

               -But you seemed a little more comfortable at these things than he did, you even disappeared for a little while

               -He spent almost an hour trying to find you amongst the sea of people, and when he did find you, you seemed confused, dazed, and just completely out of it

               -Tried asking you what was wrong and all you could do was stare at him with your eyes glossed over for a solid minute before you reacted to him actually being there

               -When you made sense of his presence, you smiled and welcomed him very slowly before sticking your tongue out to touch it

               -“Yoosung, is my tongue big? Is it.. big.. oh my god its growing. What if it won’t fit in my mouth anymore?? YooSUNG WHaT WiLL I Do?!”

               -You no longer had volume control over your voice and he is very concerned. One second you’re yelling, the next you’re whispering. What was wrong with you?? You were starting to scare him;;

               -It took a solid 5 minutes for you to explain to him that someone had offered you some chocolate and you never turned down chocolate! But he remembered hearing someone say something about “edibles”.. is.. is that what it was? Did you mistakenly take drugs?! Why weren’t you more careful?!

               -Struggles to carry you home- arm thrown around his shoulder as his arms around your hip, the two of you have to stop every now and again because you’re contemplating everything around you. Once he’s got you home, he immediately tucks you into bed. Of course he went to the group chat to figure out what he should do, and Saeyoung told him to just make sure you slept it off.

               -In the morning he lectured you that you can’t take chocolate from people you don’t know!! Especially if it doesn’t smell right- what in the world made you think it was safe;; Also, now refuses invites to parties because he doesn’t want to take you to another one and have this happen again

*ZEN:

               -HE WAS IN A MOTORCYCLE GANG YOU CAN PRY THE THOUGHT THAT HE’S NEVER DONE DRUGS OUT OF MY COLD DEAD HANDS

               -When stored correctly in an airtight baggy or pill bottle in the correct conditions, it’s possible to preserve ecstasy pills for /years/ at a time.

               -Cue spring cleaning when the two of you are going through old boxes and clothing and you find this small bag full of smiley face shaped things. They looked like shaped sweettarts and those are the type of candies that you eat when you find them, you never go out of your way to get them yourself, so you thought why not. Though it wasn’t sour, it was just really bitter and nasty and there was no way you were going to eat another one

               -But when Zen came in to check on you after finishing his own portion of cleaning, he found you chewing the fabric of your shirt. Why were you chewing your shirt? Were you hungry? Were you focusing? Did you need him to get you some gum??? Stop doing that!!!!

               -When you noticed him come into the room, your face immediately lit up. You gave him the biggest smile you could manage, and you started to welcome him into the room. But welcoming him turned into talking about his clothes. Talking about his clothes led to talking to him about the room. Talking about the room led to talking about him. And talking about him led to a 10 minute long ramble that consisted of repeating “I love you so much” and telling him how gorgeous he was.

               -Of course, that was a favourite topic amongst the two of you normally, but you just seemed… off this time. You seemed… /too/ excited to talk about him. Too in love. Too…. happy

               -He sat down in front of you to take a good look at your eyes and read your actions. You smiled at him all over again and the very second you touched his face he /knew/ what had happened.

               -“WHERE DID YOU GET THAT. MC. RIGHT NOW. WHERE DID YOU GET THAT.” “Zenny~ Get what? Why are you yelling? Oh! Are we cheering? I can cheer! YAY ZEN YA-” “No no, sweetheart, sit down, please.”

               -After fighting to get you to show him what you took, he was mortified. E-ecstasy? Where did you get that? It was his? When did he have this? HOW LONG AGO DID HE CLEAN OUT HIS CLOSET?

               -He got you a styrofoam cup full of water, he knew at some point you were going to be thirsty, /and/ need to chew on something. He didn’t want you to chew on your clothes anymore, nor did he want you to accidently bite your tongue;;

               -For once he’s silent the rest of the day, making sure you’ve got something to chew on, listening to you ramble on and on about how nice the house is and how amazing you thought he was. Definitely made sure to get rid of that baggy… and go through a few other boxes from him gang days to make sure there was nothing else in there. Definitely lectures you on eating things you randomly find in old boxes among other things;

*JAEHEE:

               -MC who in the world thinks accepting any sort of offer in a bathroom is okay??

               -You get offered some chocolate in the bathroom, most people would immediately decline. Who.. who accepts that? MC? Why?

               -You noticed it tasted a little gross but you didn’t want to be rude and spit it out in front of the people offering it to you, so you finished the piece and made your way back to the dinner table where Jaehee was waiting.

               -She was a little concerned when she could smell the drug, but she didn’t think you did anything of the sort, and chalked it up to be someone near your table.

               -However, once your eyes started to turn a little red and glazed over, she decided that you must have truly taken the drug, and paid the bill as quickly as possible so she could get you home.

               -On the walk home was when it really kicked in. You kept telling her how soft her hands were, because you couldn’t remember that you had just told her the exact same thing, word for word.

               -You stumbled a little when you walked and kept trying to sit in the middle of the sidewalk because your legs felt like jelly.

               -At one point you started to cry because you weren’t sure why in the world anyone would drop their half eaten pretzel on the ground and leave it there, where even birds couldn’t reach it to eat. She couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous you sounded, though she was still extremely angry that you had taken drugs on your date??

               -Once she got you home and you sat down, she watched as your head would dip down before you snapped it right back up to look at her. Apparently you kept blacking out in the matter of seconds before you woke back up and she wanted you to just lay down and sleep.

               -Figured it couldn’t hurt to ask you just what happened back at the restaurant. You told her about the people in the bathroom who offered you some of their chocolate and you kept giggling because you couldn’t believe someone would be nice enough to just offer some chocolate to a stranger in the bathroom. That’s when it clicked that you had no idea what was hiding within the sweet.

               -Made you sleep it off the rest of the night. You better believe you’re getting one of the biggest, emotion-filled lectures of your life the moment you wake up because she needs to tell you about the dangers of just blindly taking ANYTHING from strangers??? And she also had to explain to you what you had even done? And what was in the chocolate you decided to eat. Momma Jaehee, scolding you 2kforever.

*JUMIN:

               -Being his s/o can be dangerous and let me explain why for just a second

               -Of course, being the s/o of someone as popular (and handsome.. and rich… and powerful..) as Jumin Han, there is not only a lot of attention thrown your way, but there’s always someone who gets jealous (whether of you or of him)

               -So, you always have to be on your toes because you never know what might happen, or what someone might do to you. Of course you have bodyguards but sometimes they can slip up as well.

               -Like, not noticing that someone had slipped something into your drink?

               -Normally, Jumin watches you and your surroundings like a hawk because he’s always concerned for you, but this time even he was distracted talking business with a potential new client and didn’t see it happen.

               -Luckily for the two of you, you had left the party early to head home, but on the way there, whatever you had drank started to kick in.

               -Your legs gave out right before you passed the doorway and he caught you just in time. Completely distraught, and carried you quickly to the couch. Tried to ask you what was wrong, but you couldn’t get the words out of your mouth, all it ended up sounding like was one large mumble. You seemed to struggle to move your limbs until you couldn’t anymore.

               -Immediately called a doctor to make a house visit. He didn’t care how late it was, he’d pay whatever he had to, so long as he could find out what was happening to you. And after the doctors analysis, it was obvious that someone had tried to slip you a Rohypnol without you realizing it, and he was glad he brought you home before anything else had happened.

               -Not only does he increase his security in general, but he assigns a specific body guard to watch your drinks the next time the two of you went out as well as one to stay close by you at all times at said parties.

               -Stays next to you the whole time, never sleeping until you’re able to come to. He blames himself the whole time and cannot help but think of every possible scenario that could have happened to you that night. He knows it isn’t your fault, but he’s still just so worried about you. He’s never been more stressed.

               -He promises to take care of you better from then on. He would never let anyone hurt you again, no matter what it took. The two of you have to hold each other in reassurance (obviously whenever you’re feeling alright and are okay with it, he understands that it’s a scary occurrence and realizes it’s quite possible for you to be jumpy and not want to be touched for a large amount of time afterwards)

*SAEYOUNG:

               -You can’t tell me he doesn’t have various drugs he uses as weapons on missions, you just can’t.

               -He tells you to stay out of the room where he keeps his equipment, but do you listen? Yeah usually

               -But you felt bad that Vanderwood was the one who always had to clean everything, so you decided you would help out and clean a few rooms! His equipment room being one of them.

               -Now, Saeyoung is known to leave food around. Everywhere. And I mean, any type of food as well. Half empty chip bags, week old slices of pizza, a slice of lasagna you made three weeks ago- that’s disgusting Saeyoung.

               -So coming across something that looks almost candy like isn’t really uncommon in your household. Though, whatever you just picked up and decided to throw in your mouth was not… your best decision.

               -A while later, you managed to stumble into the room where Saeyoung was sitting, typing away at his computer. You kept trying to talk but all your words stumbled and you couldn’t think straight. You kept stumbling and felt your knees getting weak. He looked over right as you fell to the ground and he’s never run over to you faster in his life

               -So concerned, he kept asking what was wrong and watched you try to talk, but not only was your mouth unable to move, your body went limp. He recognized the symptoms immediately and called out to Vanderwood to come help the two of you

               -He laid you in bed and got you some water and just tried to get you to sleep- there was no other way to get it out of your system but wait it out

               -Vanderwood came in with a judgmental look on their face, “Did they really just take some random thing they found? Why do you have these lying around, Seven?”

               -When you finally came to, he was so relieved and was constantly apologizing before a switch flipped and he started to scold you. What would possess you to just.. eat something you found? What do you mean it looked like candy? He doesn’t leave food around! Okay.. yes he does.. but really, MC! Why were you in his equipment room? W-why were you turning this around on him? He has that Rohypnol for missions! You could just ask Vanderwood!

               -Vanderwood admits to slipping them to Seven sometimes when they’re done dealing with him, how rude.

*JIHYUN:

               -‘Jihyun would never do drugs!’ -you, probably, at me. Me, at you, dear reader: ‘Rip the thought of it out of my cold, dead hands’

               -Sometimes he just has to calm down, the poor dude has dealt with so much shit and just needs a little help to clear his mind and the tobacco pipe just doesn’t always help.

               -Surprisingly likes sour candy! So he gets some infused sour peach rings and they’re his favourites.

               -But he neglected to tell you that they were infused?? And that you probably shouldn’t eat them?? Nor should you eat more than a few…

               -So when he came home to find you laying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, trying to count how many times the fan spun around, he figured pretty quickly that you had gotten into his candy and he sighed

               -He laid down next to you on the ground, watching the fan as well while he asked you what you had eaten to confirm his suspicions. When you told him you had some peach rings, he couldn’t stop the soft laugh that came out afterwards

               -Totally eats a few as well so the two of you can just relax and practically melt into the floor

               -You couldn’t stop talking. Anything and everything that came to your mind came out of your mouth. It was slow and thought out, but still came out. Every word was like heaven to his ears and he felt like he could just float along with your voice

               -The two of you just talk and speculate about the future, about the past, sometimes the two of you come up with extremely odd (but funny) thoughts about the rest of your friends

               -You kept running your hand through his hair and kept telling him just how amazingly soft it felt and he could just tell that you had way more than he had. He had to remember to lecture you not to eat every kind of candy you find.

               -Or… to at least not eat as much as you did. And definitely not do it alone

*SAERAN (or… Ray *insert the eye emoji here*):

               -“MC, here, I made this specially for you.”

               -In the bottle was a bright, blue, sweet smelling liquid. You didn’t know what it was, exactly, but it was obviously very odd.

               -You took the bottle. Ray hasn’t given you any sort of bad vibe or reason to not trust him the whole time you’ve been here. Though, he kept telling you that steps had to be taken to allow you to stay there, with him, for as long as you’d like.

               -“MC,” he started, gently wrapping his hand around your own that held the bottle, “Please. Don’t you trust me? I care about you a lot..” his voice dropped off as he looked from your eyes to the ground.

               -After a deep breath, you broke away from his grip to bring the bottle to your lips. In one fluid motion, you let the sweet tasting liquid run down the back of your throat. It burned a bit going down, but immediately numbed afterwards.

               -You met his eyes, as his face lit up with joy. Eyes started to sparkle, and his smile grew bigger than you’ve seen it the past few days

               -He took your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to plant a small kiss on your knuckles as he waited for the elixir to kick in. He watched, as you started to lightly shake and threw your hands to your head, holding it and squeezing your eyes shut.

               -Your head started to pound as the room began to spin. Your eyes started to water uncontrollably and you couldn’t make sense of any of your surroundings. Sounds mixed together and seems to scream in your ears. Your breath hitched in your throat and you started to gasp for air.

               -Ray buried his hand into the hair at the back of your head, pulling you close to his chest

               -He placed a small kiss to the top of your head, smirking against your hair softly

               -“You aren’t leaving me, MC.”


Masterlist

Sherlock: “Eurus got a bad burn on her hands today and in the midst of her crying in pain she placed them over my heart and went ‘ahh so nice and cold’.“

John: *laughing his ass off*

Sherlock: “The best part of it though, is when Mycroft walked in the room a minute later she did the same thing to him, immediately jumped back in shock, and told him he was so cold he made her burns worse.”

John: “So, what you’re telling me is that your sister tried to burn Mycroft, only he was so cold it back-fired?”

Sherlock: *chuckles* “This is why I’m friends with you.”

I don’t understand Callie. I just don’t.

She had the opportunity to be a normal teenager without a care in the world but decided to spend her time playing detective. She decided she needed to be a hero. She thought what she was doing was so selfless. She was ready and willing to put her OWN LIFE ON THE LINE to help Kyle that she broke into someones house. I mean, she had to, right? It needed to be done.  Who cares about the risk? Who cares if it’s illegal? She was down for the cause no matter what. And now she got caught and that life -THE LIFE SHE PUT ON THE LINE WILLINGLY -  is actually on the line, she’s over here shocked. She’s over here crying. “Why me-ing”? 

And the show expects us to be like, POOR CALLIE.

Callie did the same thing with Diamond. Callie willingly volunteered herself to go with Diamond to her pimp. She was ready and willing AGAIN to PUT HER LIFE ON THE LINE to help Tina and Diamond. And was again SHOCKED when HER LIFE IS ACTUALLY ON THE LINE AND SHE’S ACTUALLY WITH THE PIMP SHE VOLUNTEERED TO GO TO.

And the show expects us to be like, POOR CALLIE.

Callie has had a lot of bad things happen to her, but these things aren’t HAPPENING to Callie. She’s MAKING them happen. She happily runs towards danger and is shocked at the consequences. She is doing this to her own damn self.

And the show expects us to be like, POOR CALLIE. 

Trustworthy (pt. 1)

Summary: Being sent to one of your favorite worlds, you are disappointed when it is just as cruel as the world you left. Receiving insults from the company members, you slowly start to close your self off. Can the king fix this?

Pairings: Thorin x Reader

Word Count: 1,945

Warnings: Everyone is a bit OoC; Kind of Cracky; Mentions of Abuse (physical, emotional, and mental) From Parents/Partner

Author’s Note: I will be posting part 2 on Sunday.

Master Lists: Drabbles/Imagines, and Completed Series - Part 2

Originally posted by d-a-black

Requested by: 

     Anon: Can you do a reader insert of a really tall (human or elf) reader being in the company and being teased or made fun of for it

     @pandepirateprincess: Can i get a Thorin and x reader? Maybe a fluff one about tryin to resist falling for him or him trying win over reader cause she was mentally abused and has trust issues?

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Okay, I feel the need to say this. As a fan of Jamie and Cersei and someone who loves house Lannister, I am so annoyed at all the Dany hate. I’m not even a fan of her, I do find her annoying at times but listen, she was not wrong to burn the lannister soldiers.

Now, they are in the middle of a war, of course Daenerys is going to be killing people, that’s what war is, it’s not a pretty sight. I mean, think of any battle in this series, people die, there’s no way around it. Whether she’s burning them or killing the with arrows and swords, there’s not way for her to win without slaughter, Cersei is not going down easily. Daenerys is trying her best, she listened to Jon and Tyrion, she didn’t burn down King’s Landing, but’s she’s fighting a war and she is loosing. She had to do something so attacking a smaller group of soldiers was meant to scare them, show them what she can do. Keep that in mind. 

Why was nobody crying over lannister soldiers during the battle in the Whispering Wood? You remember? When Robb Stark killed a bunch of lannister men during a war? Where was everybody hating on Robb then? I mean, he was doing the same damn thing just without fire.

What about the battle of the Blackwater Bay? Did you hate on Tyrion then? I mean, he was also doing the same thing but I’m pretty sure y’all were praising him. I mean, going by you’re logic, Jon should be getting hate too, how many men has he killed in battle? What about all those poor bolton soldiers that died in the batle of the bastards? 

Also, at the people hating on her for using her dragons in a battle because it’s unfair: she’s fighting a fucking war, what do you expect her to do? When you’re fighting people, you show them what you’ve got, you give them you’re best. As for burning down the food and resources, there was no way around that. They were not going to hand it over to her just like that, what did you want her to do? Go in the middle of the battle field and just push a couple of wagons to safety? Dany did what she had to do. She’s been listening to Tyrion, hiding behind on Dragonstone and look where that go her. She’s lost most of her allies because she’s not taking risks whilst Cersei is. Okay, there was no way she could’ve known about Euron showing up at Casterly Rock but my point still stands, that whilst Dany is sitting there doing nothing (because that’s what she’s being told to do) Cersei is over here making allies and winning battles.

I love Cersei, she’s one of the favourites. She’s also one of the most interesting and complex characters, plus Lena is an amazing actress, but calling Dany the ‘mad queen’ for buring soldiers in a battle, whilst Cersei did the exact same thing only it was for pure revenge.. like what? How can you justify one and spit all over the other?

At this this point, Dany will get hate no matter what, and I hate that. I mean, she sits at Dragonstone and does nothing: she’s boring as fuck; she goes into battle and wins: she’s the mad queen. What do you want her to do? Go into a battle and loose? That’s not how war works people.

Oh and for the people saying that Dany is nothing without her dragons: The dragons are not something she randomly came across, they are a part of her, they are her children, it’s like saying what is Bran without being the three eyed raven. It’s not something he did because he was bored like tf

I guess to summarize, I love house Lanniser, I would die for Cersei and Jaime because they are two of my favourite charcters, but all this hate on Daenerys is competely pointless.

Goodbye

Anonymous said:

Can you make an imagine where you catch Peter cheating on you so you go to your secret hideout to calm down but pan finds you and tries to take you back but you don’t take him back. Sorry if this is long and hard to understand

 

Warning/s: cheating, swearing, sadness lol

Requested

summary: he cheats on you (another version)

You were currently preparing dinner for the lost boys when you felt an arm wrap around your waist. You turned around to see Peter, your boyfriend. You smiled at him.

“Is something wrong?” You asked. He was never this clingy so you figured that something must be up.

“No, love. All is fine” he grinned. You raised an eyebrow at him, “Really? Because you’re being really clingy right now and that is so not you.”

“Is it wrong to show my affections to someone I love?” he scoffed.

“Or are you seeing someone else? Maybe that’s why you don’t want me touching you anymore. You found someone new? Is that it?” he yelled.

“What the hell, Peter? How could you say all that?” you looked at him in disbelief.

“Because you’re different now. You’ve changed. Why would you even ask if something is up? You’re clearly accusing me of something!” he glared at you.

“The only one who changed here is you! I was just asking why you were acting different and you overreacted. And to accuse me of cheating? That’s insane. Maybe you’re the one who’s doing something extravagant here.” You squinted your eyes at him. He didn’t say anything. He just glared at you and poofed away. You shook your head and sighed.

When the two of you fight, he would always come to you after a while and will apologize because he couldn’t stand you being mad at him. This time, it’s different. You thought about what happened and decided that you’re the one who needed to apologize. Maybe you were wrong to ask him why he was being clingy. He just simply wanted to show his affections and you went all Sherlock on him.

You decided to search for him and apologize. It was already dark and the lost boys were all sleeping so it was going to be hard. Peter wasn’t in his tree house so that means he hasn’t come back from your fight with him earlier. You continued to walk around the woods in search for Peter but you weren’t doing a pretty good job. You decided to go back and just talk to him in the morning. You were about to walk away when you heard leaves being shifted. You quickly pulled out your dagger and followed the noise.

You hid behind bushes and peeked through them. You saw Peter pinning someone to a tree but you can’t see who. You shifted to see the person Peter was pinning and was shocked to see that it was a girl. You shook your head as the voices in your head says that this is an act of infidelity. You looked back at Peter’s face to see him smirking at the girl and you sighed in relief. Maybe she was one of his prisoners and he’s planning on using her for something. You knew you were wrong when he leaned in and started kissing the girl passionately. You moved away from the bushes quickly, making a noise. Peter stopped kissing the girl and looked towards the bushes. He was too busy with the girl to even sense your presence.

Before Peter can even walk over to you and see you, you stood up and ran as fast as you can, dropping your dagger along the way. You ran towards the one place no one knew of. The one place that Baelfire told you about when he was still on Neverland. You never told Peter about this place because you promised Baelfire that you won’t and even now that he’s gone, you still won’t because it serves as your secret hideout. It is where you go to whenever you have to be alone or whenever you have breakdowns. And right now, you’re having one.

You went in and closed the door. As soon as you did, you went to the corner and fell on the ground, hugging your knees. Now you know why he overreacted earlier. He was being defensive. He blamed you for something that he’s doing. Now you just feel stupid for wanting to apologize. The first time you let someone in after putting down your walls and this happens.

Someone opened the door making you jump and reach for your dagger but it wasn’t there. You looked around for a weapon when the intruder stopped you.

“Calm down, Y/N. It’s just me.” Peter said with his hands in the air.

“Which is worse” you scoffed. “Give me that.” You snatched your dagger from his hand and placed it in your pocket.

“I found it in the middle of the woods. What were you doing out there?” he said with a worried tone.

“Oh cut the crap!” you scoffed.

“What are you saying?” he frowned.

“I already know” you growled. His eyes widened but continued to play innocent. “Know what?” he asked.

“I went to find you, Peter. I wanted to apologize but guess what.” You gave a sarcastic smile.

“You saw..” he whispered.

“Yes. And you blamed me for cheating.” you said through gritted teeth.

“Listen, Y/N. I-” he tried to reason out but you cut him off.

“Now why would I listen to you? In fact, I don’t want anything from you anymore. I don’t want anything to do with you. All I want is to be far away from you.” you said.

“You don’t mean that” he said, almost crying.

“You accused me of cheating because you couldn’t trust me! You thought that if you’re cheating on me, I would be doing the same thing! You’re insane! Don’t even compare me to yourself. Whatever we have or had, it’s over.” you looked at him with so much hatred.

“What are you saying?” he said slowly.

“I’m saying that you need to take me back.” you breathed out.

“Of course. Let’s get you back to camp.” he went to take your hand but you pulled it away.

“No, Peter. Take me back home.” you spat. His eyes widened in shock as he stepped back. “You don’t mean that” he stuttered. “You’re just upset.”

“What do you expect? Should I jump around in happiness knowing what you just did? Why are you even bothering with me if you can just go back to that girl!” you screamed. He grabbed you and hugged you tightly. “Y/N please calm down. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it to happen. I’m sorry.” he cried out. You pushed him off of you.

“So you’re not taking me back home?” you asked.

“No, I won’t” he cried.

“You see, I knew you won’t so I trapped your shadow in this” you held up a coconut. Inside it was a shadow. It can take you home. “I just wanted to know if you really loved me. And now I know that you didn’t.” you whispered.

“What are you saying? I loved you. I love you!” he yelled.

“No! Because if you did, you would let me go! You would know that it’s the best for me!” you screamed. 

“I always wanted to do this.” you took the pixie dust that the fairies gave you and blew it to Peter, making him drop and fall asleep.

“Goodbye, Peter.” and with that, you took off to your home. Leaving Peter behind with a broken heart.


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Prompt: The gang saving some Aliens and afterwards Lance realizes how much the remind them of his family and he just breaks

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Lance quickly landed Blue as gently as he could and quickly ran out to met up with Allura and Coran.

“How many?” Allura asked almost out of breath. 

“Five.” and they all ran back into Blue. 

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Lance paced in front of the healing pods. Five. Five aliens that were injured because of me. He ran his fingers through his hair. This is going to be a long night. and Lance sat down and started his long wait. 

-

Roughly a week later one of pods opened. It contained a younger looking alien, he looked around maybe 5 or 6. He had yellow skin, long black hair that was tied into pigtails and a few marking that decorated his skin.  

Lance quickly ran over to the boy and picked him up. 

“Hey you’re alright.” Lance grab the boys arm in an attempt to calm him from his frantic appearance. 

The boy looked at Lance with wide eyes before he calmed down enough to register what Lance said to him. 

“Do you want to tell me your name?” Lance quietly said as he wrapped a blanket around the boy. 

“Noko.” His voice was quiet but firm, like that was the only thing he was sure of. 

“Noko. That’s an amazing name.” Lance smiled at the boy. “My name is Lance.” 

“Lance.” The boy practiced his name a few time. Lance smiled and watched his eyes move to the other five pods. His arm slowly moved up to point at the pod containing his sister “Arma.” 

Lance looked at the girl. She looked around 10ish, same skin color and hair, just different markings. He looked back at the boy and saw tears welling up in his eyes. “Hey, hey don’t cry,” he wiped Noko’s face, “She’s alright. Your family is safe and healing.” Lance gestured to the other pods. 

The pod closest to the two boys contained,who Lance assumed, was the dad.  He was a tall fellow, extremely muscular and Lance could see how much Noko and Arma resembled him. Lance felt a pain in his chest as he realized that he reminded him of his own father. 

The pod next to the father, was a women. She had orange skin and long blue hair. It was the color of the ocean. She didn’t have any markings on her, yet she had piercings. They decorated her skin and seem to sparkly in the artificial light produced by the pods. Lance assumed that she was the mother of the three kids. 

The last pod contained another boy, he looked around Lances age. His skin was tinted more orange than yellow. His hair was cut short and was a mix between black and blue. Each color seem to alternate, giving the impression that he had dyed it. Lance also noticed that had less markings on him. Lance determined that he took after his mom more than his father. 

Lance looked down at Noko who was (poorly attempting) to stop crying. “Hey why don’t you tell me everyone name so when the come out I can talk to them.” 

Noko wiped his face and nodded. He stood up and walked over to the pod with the father. He placed his hand on the pod “Papi.” 

Lance attempted to bit back a noise. Out of every family in the entire universe he had to find the one with the kids who called his dad the same thing Lance called his dad. Papi. 

“Alright, so Papi.” Lance smiled at Noko and followed him to the pod with the women. 

“This is Mima.” Noko stared at the pod, and brought his blanket closer to him. 

Lance nodded, praying that Noko didn’t notice how he flinched at the word. “Okay, and we already know Arma.” Lance lead Noko past her pod and stopped in front of the last pod. “Who is this?” 

“Takclamino but we all call him T. He doesn’t talk much, so don’t be mad if he doesn’t respond.” 

Lance nodded “My sister is the same way.” 

Noko stared at Lance. “Really? What’s her name??” 

“Cleo. Shes two years older than me.” Lance smiled. 

Noko went to respond but was cut off by his stomach.

“Come on lets go get you some food and you can met the team.” Lance lead Noko out of the room. 

-

Lance took care of Noko, just like with his own younger siblings. He fed Noko, put him to bed, played with him, made sure he kept clean, and gave him company. 

Lance would never admit it, but Noko helped him. Noko made him feel home again, something he hasn’t felt in a long time. He wasn’t saying that his team wasn’t his family, but Noko felt more like a blood relative over anything. 

After about 4 days everyone was out of the pods and perfectly healed. Now they were simply waiting to head back home. 

Lance spent all of his time with the family. They reminded him so much of earth and his family that he didn’t get to say goodbye to. Lance felt like he belonged with this family. 

Papi would show him how to do certain training exercises and would congratulate him on things he did correctly. 

Mima would cook him food (when Hunk let her) and Lance would gladly eat it. 

Arma constantly wanted Lance to braid her hair and teach her makeup and his skincare routine. 

Noko always wanted to play “Space Rangers” with him and would climb on his should and make Lance run around the castle at full speed. 

T never said much with the exception of 3 to 6 word sentences. Lance didn’t mind, he found comfort in sitting in silence. Except when T showed Lance his harmonica (well that’s what Lance called it) and soon his hang outs with T were filled with music. 

Lance was happy with this family, yet something sat at the bottom of his stomach and he didn’t know what it was. 

Lance finally figured out what was keeping him on edge. He was unconsciously dreading the day the family left. 

Lancer fought back the tears as he hugged them all goodbye and patted Noko’s head. 

“Promise we will play ‘Space Rangers’ again?” 

“I promise buddy.” Lance smiled and stood by his team as the family left. 

Afterwards the teams asked Lance if he was alright, Lance quickly replied with any positive words and went to his room. 

Once inside the safety of his room Lance broke. Tears fell down his face and Lance caved in on himself. He missed his family more than ever and he wanted to be with them again. Lance crawled into his bed and wrapped himself up in his blankets. Maybe one day I can play “Space Rangers” with my brother again. And Lance drifted off to sleep. 

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True Friend

This is my first imagine, so I hope it’s decent enough for liking.  Enjoy! 

Summary: Reader sticks with Hannah through everything, even when new relationships start.

Pairing: Hannah Baker x Reader (Platonic), Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request: N/A, but it was inspired by this imagine.

Prompts: #13 and #48 

Warnings: None unless the name “"Bryce Walker” counts.

Word count: 935


The time you and Hannah had became friends was honestly at the best time.  You knew Hannah due to Communications class and the fact that she was one of the few new students at Liberty High School.  It wasn’t until the “Hot or Not” list did you two become close.  As it was being passed around, you looked at it and your eyes drifted up to look at Hannah who just so happened to sit right in front of you.  

Due to the way the desks were arranged, she stared at the piece of paper in disgust and hatred.  Because no one has done it already, you ripped it as you stared at her before crumpling it up and putting it in your bag to prevent said list to be brought back.  From that day on, you stuck by Hannah’s side and helped her cope with everything from her parents to life at school.  

“Come on, Hannah.  Do the Dollar Valentines survey with me.  Please?”  You begged, slightly pouting as you tugged onto her arm.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do bts reacting to their s/o crying after watching a sad movie? I'm a total crybaby when it comes to those kinds of movies! P.s . I love your stuff!!😜

This was cute asf omg I’m exactly the same as you. I CAN’T HELP IT THOUGH. Thanks for this request <3


BTS Reaction to their s/o crying in a sad movie

Jin:
You would gasp at the sudden twist, placing your hand over your mouth in shock. Seokjin would be just as surprised, staring at the screen in disbelief.

“As if they would do that?” he’d say in annoyance. “That’s so-“

He’d stop at the sight of a tear trickling down your cheek. He’d immediately move closer to you burying your head in his chest. “Don’t look if it makes you sad.”

Originally posted by jinmini

Suga:
The credits would start to roll down the tv screen just as the tears start to roll down your face. Unable to help it, you’d wipe at your cheeks with your sleeve in an attempt to dry your eyes.

“Well, that was depressing,” Yoongi would say with finality, ready to move on and do something else. Hearing a sniffle from you beside him he’d turn to you, a concerned look immediately formed on his face. This look would be quickly replaced by a warm smile at your embarrassed giggles.

“Come here, you sook,” he’d say playfully, pulling you closer to him and slinging his arm around you.

Originally posted by dreamyoongi

J-Hope:
His gasp would echo yours as you watched the scene unfolding on the laptop screen in front of you, already snuggled in his arms under the blankets of his bed. You’d cover your mouth in shock, already feeling your throat burning as the tears threatened to spill over your lids.

A hot tear would fall on your shoulder, but it wouldn’t be yours. He’d pull you close, burying his face in your hair. You’d hug him back tightly, grateful that you weren’t the only one upset.

“How could they do that?” he’d say into your hair sadly.

Originally posted by pastelyoonseok

Rap Monster:
The aftermath of the sad moment you’d just seen on the TV screen would have you shocked, fighting back tears desperately, not wanting to seem like a crybaby. Thinking about it more and more, you’d finally feel tears stinging your eyes. You wiped them away immediately, glancing at Namjoon to see if he’d noticed to find that he was watching you with a soft smile on his face.

“I was waiting for you to let it fall,” he’d tell you, pulling you closer to him. “Don’t be embarrassed.”

Originally posted by ksjknj

Jimin:
Your favourite character’s death scene would leave you gaping at the screen, hot tears instantly forming in response to the drastic turn of events.

“Oh noo,” Jimin would say sadly, turning to you immediately, already anticipating your tears. He’d reach over and grab the tissue box, extracting a couple of tissues before turning back to you, smiling softly at how upset you’d gotten over the sudden twist you’d witnessed.

“Don’t cry,” he’d say, dabbing at your eyes gently with a tissue.

Originally posted by whyparkjimin

V:
You braced yourself for the sad scene, having watched this movie many times before. It was just one of those things that made you cry every time. You’d have the tissue box sitting next to you, ready to wipe away the tears as you watched the devastation unfold. You’d reach for a tissue and be met with Taehyung’s hand as he picked one out at the same time.

“Now I know why you put these here,” he would say, laughing a little about the fact that you were crying with him.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jungkook:
A tear would roll down your cheek as soon as you saw it happen, dripping onto the collar of your sweater. You’d ignore it, looking to Jungkook sitting quietly beside you, staring at the TV in silence. You’d watch him, noticing his watery eyes in shock.

“Kook, are you crying?”

He wouldn’t look away from the screen. “You are too, don’t judge me.”

Originally posted by baebsaes

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get to know me: 1/10 favorite singers ⇨ Michael Jackson

Like the old Indian proverb says, do not judge a man until you’ve walked two moons in his moccasins. Most people don’t know me, that is why they write such things in which most is not true. I cry very very often because it hurts and I worry about the children, all my children all over the world, I live for them. If a man could say nothing against a character but what he could prove, history could not be written. Animals strike not from malice but because they want to live, it is the same with those who criticize, they desire our blood not our pain. But still I must achieve I must seek truth in all things. I must endure for the power I was sent forth, for the world for the children. But have mercy, for I’ve been bleeding a long time now. MJ

Soulmates - Jughead x Reader

Request: Prompts 25 (“So go find someone else. Someone who will love you the way I never have, the way I never will.”) 30 (Please don’t give up on this, on us) 31 (I love you so much it physically hurts to not be around you) 36 (You’re all I ever wanted)

Warnings: Angst, swears, fighting, mentions of parents divorced 

word count: 2569


Soulmates.

That’s what everyone thought you and Jughead were.

You had been friends for years, since you were old enough to walk. You got along beautifully and no one had ever seen you fight your entire friendship.

Then at 17 years old Jughead asked you out. He admitted his feelings for you had been more than friends for years, but he never had the courage to tell you, lucky for him, you loved him right back.

You had been dating your best friend for 3 months now, and in the last month, he had been too busy to see you.

Many Pop’s dates were forgotten about, each time you prayed it would be different from the last as you sat, alone in your booth, looking at your phone, the time ticked away and there was never any new messages.

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