you know how you work on something for so long that it kinda just gets worse and worse that is this

anonymous asked:

hi can i request for bestfriend!seungcheol slowly realizing he has feelings for you AAAAAH (thinking of it makes my heart flutter) i love ur writings and thank uu in advance!!:]

  • you and seungcheol have known each other since you were literally kids,,,and therefore it’s no big surprise that you guys keep being friends even up into college
  • where you’ve just seen your best friend turn his childhood mischievousness into what he calls charm,,,,,or ‘grease’ even though every time you make a fake gagging noise at one of his pickup lines seungcheol just tells you you know nothing about the complex world of ‘flirting’
  • and random people in your classes keep asking you if seungcheol is single,,,,,because wow he’s got muscles,,,,anD a cute face,,,,,
  • and you’re like sure he does,,,,but did you know he snores like crazy????? in middle school he came over to play videogames, fell asleep on my couch and it sounded like a freight train was coming through my living room 
  • but people are like interested in him for his looks
  • which you do,,,,agree have gotten much better,,,,,like seungcheol went from being a lil chubby in the cheeks to have a killer jawline
  • and walking around in bomber jackets,,,hair slicked back from his face,,,,sunglasses hanging off his nose,,,,,,and,,,,,that secret tattoo he got and made you swear that you wouldn’t tell his mom
  • but like,,,,,you see the chic seungcheol but it’s nothing compared to the memories you have of him as a twelve year old standing next to you with dirty knees and a big dopey smile on his face because you guys managed to climb the neighbor’s fence and get back your frisbee without getting caught
  • but long story short he’s the hot campus flirt and you’re his bestfriend so everyone either assumes you’re dating or wants you to get them his number
  • and it’s annoying but it becomes even worse when you and seungcheol get the same part-time job at the mall
  • and you guy’s work at this clothing store and ,,,,,everyday it’s the same groups of people from your college coming in to giggle and flirt with seungcheol
  • and seungcheol is so easily entertained by it,,,,,,so you get stuck folding shirts while he sits at the counter batting his eyelashes
  • but you don’t complain because he does work too,, he lifts any of the heavy stuff and always helps you move around the mannequins but he also teases you if you happen to get tired 
  • so when people aren’t around it’s like you’re kids all over again,,,,,but then a flock will come and take him away and you will never admit it,,,,,,,,,,,
  • but you’re kinda jealous,,,,like that’s your best friend and you guys barely hang out because class eats up your time so getting the same job kinda made you excited,,,but now,,,,
  • you don’t show it though and you don’t tell seungcheol. hell no you could never,,,,,,,,
  • but one day as you’re closing up you mention that the tuition is getting worse and you’re three hundred bucks in debt for textbooks and you forget you even tell seungcheol
  • but the next weekend when you’re in the mall, not for your shift but to see another friend, you can’t believe it but,,,,,,,,there’s seungcheol???? working extra shifts????
  • and you don’t know why and you’d ask,,,,but somehow you feel like you shouldn’t,,,,,he might have his reasons,,,,so you duck when he turns to look over his shoulder
  • and a couple of weeks go by and you know seungcheol keeps taking extra hours,,,,,and you’re like,,,,,,,,is his family having money problems?? why won’t he talk to me ??? does he not see me as his best friend anymore,,
  • and it hurts you won’t lie,,,because no matter how open and friendly seungcheol is with people - you always knew that he told you everything. and only you,,,,,,,but that seems to have changed
  • until,,,,,,you get an email before your shift about how your debts been paid off and you’re like ?????what?????but i??????didn’t????? do that????
  • but the fact makes you smile because thaNK GOD three hundred bucks is like ,,,,,,four weeks of work
  • and seungcheol walks by and is like “you look all happy, is it because i look amazing today?” and you roll your eyes and you’re like no!!! some kind soul paid off my debt!!!
  • and seungcheol ruffles your hair and is like you’re lucky! someone must really like you!! and you’re like yEAH omg i wonder who it wa-
  • and you stop mid sentence and look up at seungcheol and he’s like ?
  • and you’re like,,,four weeks of work is 300 bucks,,,,,,seungcheol was taking extra shifts for about three to four weeks,,,,,,he never mentioned having his own money problems,,,,,and he knew about your debt
  • and it all clicks in your head and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, “it,,,,,was you wasn’t it?” and you say it quietly but you know seungcheol can hear it
  • and you see him shrug, smile at you and he’s like “i said it you know,,,the person who paid for you must really like you,,,”
  • and you catch your breath because wait,,,,,,,,like,,,,,,,you,,,,,,seungcheol,,,,,,,likes you????
  • and you’re like “do you mean-” and seungcheol drops his eyes for the first time,,,,getting a flustered look that is so so so rare
  • and he’s like “i don’t want you to think im trying to lure you or anything, and if you don’t feel the same way we’ll just say i did it for you as your best frien-”
  • but you’re like pulling him down by his employee id and seungcheol is like!!!!!! and you’re pressing your lips softly to his beCause you know WHAT
  • you like him too!!!!! and that jealousy you felt might have been attributed to the fact that,,,,you’ve always wanted to be special to seungcheol,,,,but in more of a way than a friend,,,
  • and seungcheol is shocked, but his hand is almost reflexively moving to tug you closer
  • but you both have to tear away when your manager clears their throat so loud everyone in the store turns to look
  • but,,,,,,,you and seungcheol spend your shifts with giddy smiles and fast beating hearts and im not trying to hint at anything here kids but when the manager goes and it’s time to lock up,,,,,
  • well,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,let’s just say you and seungcheol do a bit more than kiss in the employee room
  • and literally seungcheol against your neck is like: “ive liked you since we were kids,,,and now,,,,,,it’s like that childhood dream of mine is really coming true,,,”
  • and usually you playfully hit him when he says something corny,,,but that just makes you melt even more in his arms hehe 
5 Stages

Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: The 5 stages of falling in love with Matt Murdock.
Genre: Romance/fluff
Rating: T
Warnings: Swearings, injuries
2,038 words

Notes: HELLO EVERYONE. First, I want to apologize for my late responses to the few requests I have but I’M WORKING ON IT. My internet it’s not working properly so that’s one more stone in my way… :/ The requests are closed until I sort it out. So I’ll leave you guys with this Matt one I wrote and didn’t post. Feedback always welcomed. <3 ENJOY! 

Stage 1: Butterflies
You can’t get the person out of your head. 

At first, Matt thought it was temporary. 

Since Fisk, Nelson & Murdock earned some nice cases and clients and Foggy insisted that they needed another secretary. A internet ad and a 20 minute interview later, you got hired. 

4 months working with them and it felt like you were long time friends. Foggy treated you like a sister and Karen was glad and clearly relieved that she had a girlfriend to count on after everything she’d been through. 

But with Matt…it was different. He kept saying to himself the both of you were just friends but deep down, he knew it was a little bit more than that. 

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anonymous asked:

peter cuddling with Soft Boyfriend ned is my favorite thing!! he def cuddles with him every chance he gets. peter especially likes cuddling when he's on his period (he's not far along with his t shots so he still gets them) bc ned calls him sweetheart and his handsome boy. plus ned will put his big warm hands on Peter's tummy and it helps his cramps a bit.

ned’s been waiting outside peter and may’s apartment for twenty minutes, and he’s beginning to get concerned. usually peter will meet him out in the hallways for their dates and they’ll walk to the movie theater. and sometimes peter will take awhile to get ready or he’ll be late with spidey stuff and ned will have to wait five minutes or so, but never twenty minutes. this is getting weird.

ned knocks on the door for what feels like the billionth time, the tapping of his knuckles on the wood getting more insistent and nervous.

“peter?? peter are you home?? peter are you there????” and ned is kinda scared now. what if peter got hurt out on patrol?? what if he was being held hostage by one of those guys that wants spider-man dead? what if –

the door opens slightly, the chain lock preventing it from opening all the way. peter tentatively looks through the crack in the door. his eyes are puffy, and ned feels a rush of relief before his heart drops at the sight.

“sorry, ned, i fell asleep and didn’t hear you at the door,” peter whispers, flinching at the sound of his voice as if it pains him.

“peter are you okay? what’s wrong?”

“i’m just sick,” peter sighs. “can we have our date next week instead?”

“what do you mean you’re sick? you hardly every get sick since that spider bit you. peter, what’s wrong, i’m really worried. you don’t look okay,” ned says quickly, his voice getting more and more strained with each word.

peter groans and closes the door so that he can undo the chain lock, then he opens the door fully. ned’s heart melts a little at how peter looks. his hair is all messed up from napping, he’s wearing his nasa shirt and some iron man boxers, and he looks so so sleepy and soft. but his eyes are still puffy like they were, and now it’s obvious he’s been crying.

“peter, what happened? did one of those jerks you fight hurt you or –”

“no, ned, no,” peter whispers, ushering ned in and closing the door. “it’s just. i got my period.”

ned goes to hang up his backback on the coat rack, and thinks about that. he isn’t surprised that peter has a period, he knows peter is trans and ned isn’t dumb. he knows how things work. he’s really just surprised at how broken peter looks. why was this period worse than others?

“is that a bad thing? i mean, you get them every month right? why is this one making you sad?”

almost on queue, peter winces and begins rubbing circles over his abdomen. “it’s a lot of things, ned. i have cramps, bloating, and i’m getting a migraine. they aren’t usually this bad but… i dunno, i think my dysphoria is making all the symptoms feel even worse. god… my cramps are so bad this time. i lost my heating pad, i usually put it over my stomach to help but it’s gone and i’m just sad about nothing and i feel so sore and –” peter groans and stiffens as another cramp hits him, and he kind of hunches into himself looking a little embarrassed.

“i could rub your stomach?” ned says suddenly, without even really thinking. but once he’s said the words it makes sense, peters always talking about how warm ned is and how big his hands are. why not try and use them for something other than building with legos and playing video games.

peter blushes and then crosses his arms. “i couldn’t ask you to do that, wouldn’t that be weird of me?”

ned rolls his eyes fondly and goes to hug peter. and peter sags into his embrace, clearly exhausted and sore. ned’s sure that he’s sore from spidey stuff too, not just the cramps. add the dysphoria and he must be miserable.

“pete, we’ve been dating for a year and a half. i’ve had to help you out of your binder when you got stuck, i’ve had to help you figure out how to wear your packer, i’ve had to give you your T shot, i’ve had to help you fight those douchebag villains that are always trying to kill you. using my big dumb hands to help your cramps isn’t a big deal at all, not even a little bit.”

ned wraps his arms tighter around peter and rubs his sides soothingly, they’re kind of tender and bloated from peter’s period so he tries to be gentle.

“i love you,” peter breathes out dreamily.

“i love you too, pete,” ned smiles. “and for what it’s worth, there are a lot of guys who probably couldn’t do this every month, AND you deal with this WHILE being spider-man AND you’re still top of the class?? how sick is that?? whatever your dysphoria is saying, it’s lying. okay?”

“okay,” peter whispers, pulling ned impossibly closer

when may gets home that night, ned is sitting on the couch with peter in his lap, peter’s back is pressed to ned’s chest. ned has a hand slightly under peter’s shirt to rest on his lower stomach just over his boxers, though it clearly isn’t sexual. peter’s hands are resting over ned’s, and they’re both fast asleep. peter is snoring really loudly. may’s just happy that he’s getting some sleep.

may throws a blanket over them and goes to order some thai.

How You Met // Preferences (DEH character x Reader)

My first Preferences, this will probably go in order.



 You looked all over your town for a job that didn’t make you want to die, and you’d found nothing. So you were at your last resorts, you needed a summer job and you’d take anything at this point. And as if sensing your need for a job, the local State Park called you about your application as a trail guide. Basically your job was to give tours to the Boy/Girl Scouts and anyone else who came for them, and if none were scheduled you’d be making sure the trails were clean of litter, safe for people, and clear of fallen trees. What they didn’t warn you about was fallen boys, you were free of tours for the day so you went out to clean up a trail Boy Scouts had used to get to a camp site. And about 100 feet away you saw a boy in a State Park uniform plummet to the ground, you dropped everything and ran to his side. He only broke his arm but you still made sure he got to the hospital and didn’t leave until he was allowed to leave as well. Due to his broken arm and breaking the park rules for climbing trees, you were is “buddy” at work. Basically you made sure he was ok and also not breaking more rules. He became your best friend and you his, little did you know how much that meant to him. 


 It was your first Lab day in your Junior Year biology class and you didn’t have a single friend in this class, over 3 years you didn’t have a single friend in this class. You crossed your fingers under the desk, praying that your teacher wouldn’t make you pick your partners. 
“Alright class pick a partner!” And with that your fate of being the only kid with no partner was sealed. You already knew you’d be the kid that was forced to working a group of three awkwardly, you knew that your teacher would announce to the class that you needed a partner and everyone would know that you have no friends. Than you felt a tap on your shoulder, you turned and you were met with black, you leaned you head back and realized Connor Murphy tapped you on the shoulder. “Do you um. Do you want to be partners? If not it’s okay, I’m know I’m a fucking freak and you probably have a partner already, I’m sorry,” You couldn’t help but giggle, his face was pink when he asked you and he seemed so nervous, it was sweet. Your giggles must have seemed like you were making fun of him because he instantly became angry and started stomping away. You grabbed his wrist, 

“Connor I would love to be your partner!" 

"Oh um well than we should um, fuck,” he whispered trying to form a sentence. You smiled and lead him to the supplies table, he sat in the open seat next to you. You walked behind him and gathered up all of his wavy locks 

“What the fuck are you doing,” he growled, ripping his hair from your hands. 

“Sorry Connor but you gotta pull your hair up for this lap, unless you want to light on fire,” you said holding up a hair tie. He didn’t respond, he just turned back to the lab table, so you gathered his hair up again, this time he didn’t refuse. So you ran you fingers through his hair, making it into a smooth little bun on his head. You didn’t know for sure but you swore The Connor Murphy, Mr. I’m so tough and I hate life itself, Connor ‘middle finger’ Murphy was smiling, and blushing?! 


You were at a new school and hadn’t made a single friend in three weeks, the guidance counselor was more than worried. She listed off every club you could join, but you didn’t want to join a club, you didn’t need friends, you were fine. You looked at your shoes as she continued reading off all of the club names, you zoned out, thinking about what you could be doing instead of this. You were about to actually fall asleep when you heard “video game club”. The three words caught your attention, you needed an out here and you like video games, so you told her you’d join. It couldn’t be that bad could it, and besides nothing was worse than listening to your guidance counselor tell you how you need friends for an hour. This. This could be and was definitely worse than that, you walked in the room and you could feel every guys eyes start scanning you. You felt like a piece of meat, and all of these guys were starved dogs. So you scanned the room and found a guy wearing a shirt with your favorite superhero on it. 

 "Oh hey I love (fav hero),“ 

"Oh really? Well than tell me who their estranged wife marries in episode 38,” he said rolling his eyes at you, you tried to think of the answer but apparently that’s the kind of knowledge a “real fan” knows in seconds. “Fake fan! Stupid fucking bimbos trying to be 'nerdy and cute!’" 

 felt the anger bubbling inside you, you noticed he had his own laptop out and his head phone cord was really freaking long and wrapped around his coffee cup. You stood up and quietly grabbed the excess cord, you wrapped it into the back of his chair and waited for him to move. 

 A hand grabbed your arm just above your elbow, you plopped into a chair next to a boy with boxy glasses and large front teeth, he also had a hand on your arm. "You’re already my favorite person in this fucking room, Derek is a total douche. I’m going to help you out here,” he said an evil grin or spread across his face. 

 "Oh you’re going to help me huh?“ You raise a single eyebrow. 

 "Oi Derek, check this shit out!” The boy yelled, Derek swiveled his chair in your direction, his head phone cord pulling his cup on its side. His coffee spilled all over his key board. After 10 minutes of panicking his laptop turned off completely. 

“I’m Jared by the way but you can just call me your partner in crime,” the boy in the glasses said once the humor had worn off of your prank. 

 "How can I can I call you if I don’t have your phone number?“ And as if the stars aligned you found your first friend and probably a pretty fucking great one.


 You worked at cafe on the south side of town, you saw hundreds of faces everyday, some new and some old, some you remember and some you didn’t, but you’d never forget hers. She came in every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday, and always had a black and purple duffel bag on her shoulder. But those were the only constants, some days she wore baggy athletic clothes, others it was skinny jeans and what you assumed was a body suit, some days her hair was in a perfect bun others it fell over her shoulders. She never ordered the same thing twice and after two weeks you realized she was working her way down the menu, although she always asked what she could get with whip cream. 

Today instead of leaving immediately she sat in a booth, she leaned against the wall her legs stretched across the chair. You were cleaning a table near her when you noticed the Stars on her ankles, they were drawn in blue pen. About a half hour she came up asking for a completely different drink to go, you made her order and drew a cluster of stars and something else on it. She thanked you and left, she didn’t notice your doodle yet, but you noticed she left her phone on the counter. 

 "Hey Mindy, that girl left her phone here I’m going to see if I can flag her down,” and with that you ran through the shop doors. She entered a building across the street, you ran after her. 

 "Hey hey Star Girl! You left your phone in the cafe!“ You said to her once you got through the doors. She turned around and your breath was taken way, she had taken off her jeans and you realized it wasn’t a body suit, it was a leotard. Suddenly all of the dots connected, the duffle bag, the athletic clothes, how she usually wore her hair in a perfect bun, She was a dancer! 

 "Oh my gosh thank you so much! If I lost this again my mom would actually kill me! Oh my goodness how can I repay you? And don’t say I don’t have to because I really do!” She chattered, her eyes lit up and you realized wow she’s more gorgeous up close. You ran through everything in your head and ended up saying the stupidest pick up line.

 "You c-could repay me by um going on a ddate with me,“ you stumbled, not only did you drop a stupid line you also stuttered through it. 

 "I would absolutely love to, but I don’t have your number!”

 "Oh really?“ You raised an eyebrow and turned her cup around so it faced her. 

She laughed "I guess our relationship is just written in the Stars!” her smile took your breath away, in that moment you prayed to every god there was 'please let this one be gay’


 YOU DON’T WANT A FUCKING MATH TUTOR. you definitely need one. BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN YOU W A N T ONE! You were failing math class, and if you failed this semester you’d flunk out and not even summer school could save your ass, aka you’d have to go through another year of hell. So your teacher told you that you will be tutored after school on Tuesdays and Thursdays in the school library by Alana Beck. You didn’t know her but you knew her reputation, literally the smartest kid in the entire grade, if anyone could save you it would be her. Also rumor has it she always smells like old books, that was weird as fuck but you shrugged it off.

 You were waiting for Alana in the library, she was ten minutes late, and you kinda thought she might just not show up. 

“Oh gosh I’m sorry I’m late, I was five minutes late and I felt so bad that I stopped and got us some snacks, and now I’m ten minutes late, you probably hate me,” she said all in one breath. 

 "Hey no it’s fine, I’m sure I’ll be late soon anyway!“ You said cracking open on of the sodas she bought you guys. After a hour of studying you felt like death, but Alana was so smart and funny and pretty and her voice was like honey and you were very tired. She finished packing up her books and you had just started, you expected her to leave but she didn’t, she silently waited for you to finish packing. You two walked to the student parking lot, talking about nothing in particular, when suddenly she stopped, you turned to face her. 

”(Y/n) I think you’re really cool and I was wondering if you’d like to hang out this weekend, as acquaintances,“ she asked not looking up to meet you eyes. 

 "No I don’t want to hang out with you as acquaintances,” she quickly walked passed you, the rejection hitting her hated than she’d like to say. “But I would love to hang out with you as friends!” You yelled after her. She looked at you, her smile so wide, you pulled her into a hug, and she hugged back tighter. And in this hug you realized old books smell pretty fucking good.

anonymous asked:

What are your thoughts on teen wolf? especially writing wise? I have stopped watching regularly around 3b and I wasn't too convinced by what I've seen here on tumblr about the rest of the episodes, in particular 6x10...

i will always have a special place in my heart for the characters i love that the show gave me. i still blog about teen wolf, i write fic, and i enjoyed s1-3a. saying that, i don’t particular enjoy what the show became, or look back on the experience i had as a fan with much nostalgia (i think we were v much used and abused as a fandom online, for sure). i love my part of fandom, though.

short answer about the writing… it was terrible because

1) there was a complete lack of planning and follow through

2) we love this idea/actor/theme for 30 seconds but oops now we don’t

3) they completely misused their social media as a way to a) explain away/correct plot holes in their own writing and b) encourage viewers to watch a show they implied to be many things that it turned out to… not be any of

long answer

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theshieldswordandcrown  asked:

Zakk Tomorrow looks really cute! What's it about? :3c

Ah! Zakk Tomorrow is about this 12 year old kid, Zakk, who finds a time travel device in a trash can (Time Splicer) which transports him 200 years into the future!

He meets a girl his age, Alexa Hadron, whose father Professor Ron Hadron invented the Time Splicers to begin with. Problem is, Professor Hadron cannot figure out how to send Zakk back to his own timeline. And worse, time travel is super-duper illegal, so if Zakk is found out then that could spell big trouble.

Alexa and Professor Hadron take Zakk in, pretending he’s some long-distance cousin or something, while Hadron works on figuring out a way to get Zakk home. Alexa, Zakk, and their friend Adam Monday (who knows about the time travel shenanigans) get into a bunch of shenanigans with Zakk’s Time Splicer. There’s a Groundhog Day-type episode where Zakk keeps trying to undo his first encounter with his bully, Kevin Today, but keeps on accidentally making it worse. There’s an episode where Zakk accidentally smears different time-segments together (and, as a result, accidentally brings dinosaurs to Rome.) There’s an episode where he accidentally splits himself between two realities and has to find Hadron to get it fixed (really creative episode! It’s all done in split-screen where you see two Zakks in entirely different realities, experiencing both worlds equally and trying to navigate it.)

(^screencap from @beccadrawsstuff ‘s blog)

And the characters are really endearing. Hadron is this goofy mad-genius type who always, when it comes down to it, puts the kids first. Alexa is valedictorian and student council president, and really brings a lot of the heart and brains to their adventures. Adam is the hapless straight-man who’s usually the only voice of reason on missions. And then Zakk is….Zakk. Thick-skulled but so, so endearing.

And the main villain, Timm Tempo, just really brings a whole other dimension to the show. He’s head of the Time Police, and is constantly on Hadron’s case trying to figure out what illegal time-travel shenanigans he’s up to. BUT, Tempo and Hadron are long, long-time friends. And they still are friends! Frenemies, I suppose. “Come to your house for dinner Saturday night, arrest you for conspiracy to commit a felony Sunday night” all done very cordially and amicably. (Tempo really is a good dude.)

There’s a ton of mystery to the show too. Over-arcing plots about how the Time Splicer ended up in Zakk’s reality, what happened to Hadron’s wife, and most daunting of all, why Hadron vanished in mid season 2 (That’s kinda a spoiler but everyone knows about it.) The theories are really complex and awesome and they fit in really well with the pacing and spirit of the show.

And anyway, there’s a much better explanation of it here. I recommend giving that a read if you really wanna get up to speed on the show! 

Angel In Disguise (Steve x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!! To the anon who sent this, I hope you feel better, sweetheart!! This is actually quite long but I had a lot of fun writing the last part. I hope you guys don’t mind though, I just got so carried away writing it and yeah…I didn’t really know if you wanted Steve to end up with the reader so I kinda left it out in the open so yeah. Anyways, enjoy!!😊

Request: Hello doll :) Would you mind doing a Steve Rogers imagine where he’s like your best friend (just like a big brother) and during one Mission you get shot but the Jet is destroyed and the avengers have to take care of you on their own. Steve is Holding your Hand while you’re unconscious and Bruce gets the bullet out. You then get a fever and it Looks back but they can bring you back and Steve keeps taking care of you all the time ? :) I just feel sad and thought I could send in a request like that

“Did you bring your guns?”

You sighed as you looked at Steve. “You can see the guns strapped to the side of my thighs, Cap. They are very visible.”

“I was just making sure,” Cap said.

“And besides I have pyrokineses, I only brought the guns because you insisted.” You gave him a look.

Steve sighed as he stood up. “I just want you to be careful.”

“I know, I know,” you said as Steve gave you a smile before walking to where Clint and Nat were flying the quinjet.

You took a deep breath in before leaning your head back, closing your eyes. The team was sent on a mission as apparently, one of the enhance that HYDRA was working on escaped and was wreaking havoc at some small town. The team had already shut that HYDRA operation before going to find the enhance.

The worst part of going on the mission so far was Steve just nagging at you, making sure that you didn’t forget anything and making sure that you were prepared, all that stuff. You knew he didn’t mean any harm by doing all that but he was like a brother that you never wanted, you still loved him though. The two of you were like two peas in a pot, he was so carefree around you that when you see him interact with other people, it’s weird as he gets so much more serious.

“We’re reaching,” Clint called out but the jet started to shake, the shaking getting worse and worse as time passes.

“What the hell is happening,” Tony asked as you stood up shakily, making your way to the front to look out of the window. You held on to Steve’s shoulder as you saw the grey clouds ahead, before lightning flashed directly in front of the jet.

“That’s not a good sign,” you muttered.

“Thor, can you find a way to stop the storm?” Cap asked as he glanced back at the god who nodded and opened the ramp before swinging his hammer and flying out.

You raised a hand to cover your eyes as the strong wind blew into the jet, Tony trudging forward in his Iron Man suit and shutting the ramp. You let out a breath as he closed the door.

Suddenly everything stopped, the jet stopped shaking and you thought that maybe Thor already solved it but you were wrong. Thunder boomed as lightning strike again, this time hitting one of the jet’s wings.

“Hold on!” Nat shouted as the whole jet tilted to one side. You almost fell and lost your balance but Steve caught you and held onto you as Clint tried to regain stability while Nat checked how damaged the wing was. “Um, you guys aren’t going to be happy about this.”

“What happened?” Bruce asked, looking at Nat.

Nat glanced at Bruce with a stressed look. “The wing isn’t just damaged, the wing was completely ripped off by the lightning.”

“You guys better hold on tight, it’s not going to be a smooth landing,” Clint warned as the whole jet started spinning, the archer trying his best to control it.

You held on tight to Steve as the jet hit the ground, jerking all of you forward. When the quinjet stopped skidding, all of you just stayed there, taking a deep breath it before preparing yourselves and walking out.

Well, now all of you have no way back to the tower. The communicators doesn’t seem to be working as well, it’s probably because of the stupid storm.

As all of you headed out of the jet, Thor landed in front of all of you, worry in his gaze. “The storm is not natural.”

You frowned as you looked at him. “The lightning completely ripped off the wing of the quinjet, so I would say, yes, it’s not natural.”

The god shook his head, Cap walking out beside you. “What’s going on, Thor?”

“The storm doesn’t seem to be created by nature, it seems as if it’s being controlled by something,” Thor said.

“Or someone,” Tony interjected, looking as if he found out something important. “I think I might know what the powers of the enhanced we’re dealing with have.”

“Weather manipulation,” Bruce said, coming to stand beside Tony as he nodded.

“Exactly,” Tony replied.

“Okay, so we have to go find that person, but where? We’re stuck in the middle of some forest,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I think we might have landed near the edge of the forest, from what I remembered from the map.” Clint looked around before pointing straight ahead.

“Let’s go,” Cap said, his voice commanding as everyone started heading to where Clint pointed to.

Soon enough, a town came into view. Buildings, shops, diners. However, some of the buildings looked destroyed.

“This person really seemed to be having fun,” Nat commented as she surveyed the area.

“Tony, Thor, both of you fly around to see if there’s anybody injured, the rest of you, we’ll look around here,” Cap ordered.

All of you were about to do what he said when lightning strike directly in front of all of you, causing all of you to jump back.

“I’m not going to let all of you ruin my fun.”

You looked to the side to see a man around your age looking at the team, an evil smirk on his face. His hair was pure white, contrasting with his dark colored eyes.

Stepping forward, you glanced back at the rest of the team. “Tony, Thor, go. The rest of you go as well. I think I can handle it.”

“You? Handle me?” The enhanced sneered, you turn back to face him, flicking both of your hands lightly, fire bursting out from your arms.

The enhanced looked surprised before he raised his hands, his eyes turning greyish white, thunder booming again.

“Shit,” you muttered. “Dodge!”

All of you managed to jump out of the way in time, the lightning hitting where you were. You straightened up as you aimed your arm at him, shooting out a fireball, knocking him back.

He flew back, groaning. When the enhanced slowly got up, he looked down to see that you had burned a hold in his shirt, burning a bit of his skin as well. He growled as he glared at you.

You took this chance to throw another fireball at him but the moment your fireball hit him, you felt a sharp pain in your side, making you gasp as you fell on your knees, everything going dark.

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anonymous asked:

Hi can i request where MC + RFA members go out to eat someplace unfamiliar to them and MC gets sick from getting food poisoning, what would RFA do? lololol TY ❤

i’ve never had?? food poisoning?? i did some research so I wouldn’t get anything wrong so bEAR WITH ME BBY –Noodles xx

also sorry if these are SHITTY I HOPE YOU LIKE THEM!!! <3 seven’s is kinda long. oops.


-You two were going out on a date tonight!! He was so excited omg

-You headed out to a new Italian restaurant. It was so good omg. How did Yoosung pay it was so expensive and you two are bRoke

-The next night you felt nauseous as fcuk and had chills. It just steadily got worse as the night progressed and you started throwing up

-Yoosung gets worried and calls you, only for you to answer sounding extremely sick. HE GETS SO WORRIED

-Immediately comes over to take care of you

-”M-Mc!! Are you okay?!” Obviously NOT dipshit

-He sticks with you the whole time you’re sick and waits on you hand and foot, making sure the fever stays down

-Immediately helping you to the bathroom when you get sick and he sits with you and rubs circles on your back until you’re finished

-”M-Mc!! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean for you to get sick when we went out…I’ll take good care of you, okay??”

-He feels like it’s completely his fault but it’s not BBY ITS OKAY

-He cleans your house while you’re sick. He transcends to become Yoomaid.


-You guys went out to celebrate his new role in an upcoming musical

-He takes you to one of his old actor buddy’s restaurant, which was hella good???

-That night when you get back to you apartment you immediately have to go to the bathroom.

-You call Zen to let him know you can’t hang out tomorrow with him, you got sick

-”MC! My princess, I’m coming to take care of you!” “But Zen-” “NO BUTS! I’m already here.”

-He has to go to work, though. So he makes sure you’re okay before he has to leave for practice.

-Brings back soups and random items that he eats when he gets sick because he has no idea how to handle this on the inside

-He rants about the restaurant on the messenger and now nobody in the RFA goes anymore


-Jesus this woman needed a BREAK. So you take her out after forcing her to stop working fOR ONE GODDAMNED SECOND

-You take her out for a picnic on a summer day. You literally bought all of her favorite foods and she’s so blessed to have you??

-But what you didn’t know was that the store you had gotten them from had gotten a bad batch of that shit man

-Later that day you think that you shouldn’t have eaten as much as you did, and you’re constantly in the bathroom

-She immediately knows what’s up. She preps everything she needs to keep you from getting worse, and she has all the medicines, soups, and blankets for you.

-As soon as you’re in bed she doesn’t let you get up. She feeds you when you get hungry, but mostly you sleep. So she leaves you be.

-You asked her for cuddles, to which she responds

-“If it’ll help you get better, MC, I’ll do anything for you.”

-You secretly cry on the inside. Kind of from how bad your stomach hurts but mostly because that just made your heart hurt.


-For Valentine’s Day, he takes you to the best restaurant in town. You heard they had gotten a new head chef, so of course you agreed??? And he rented the whole damned restaurant. Nobody else was there. Jumin what the fUck

-You guys have a five course wine dinner, and it was AMAZING. No wonder it was the best in town!

-But…in the middle of the night you wake up feeling extremely nauseous. You run to go puke in the extremely expensive toilet, which wakes Jumin up

-Immediately comes to your aid while texting Jaehee at one in the morning to get you the best medicine and remedies. Give her a B R E A K

-”MC, darling, Assisstant Kang is on her way with your medicine.” “Jumin it’s one-” “And she’s still on her way. I brought you some water and a hair tie, do you want me to pull your hair up for you?”

-You’re practically bed ridden for like two days because Jumin won’t let you get up. He’s always bringing you something to break your fever or some soup or SOMETHING

-He and Elizabeth come to snuggle with you after he takes off work early to make sure you’re alright. Because his kitty (both of them) don’t like to be by themselves, now do they?

-You drive by the same restaurant the next week and it’s out of business. You tell Jumin about it and he internally nervously sweats


-This boy lives on nothing but chips and Dr. Pepper okay

-So you order take out most nights. Tonight is one of those nights. You try the new Chinese place down the street!

-After a few hours you realize that maaaybe that cute little Chinese place isn’t very cute anymore.

-You get really, really sick and Saeyoung has no idea what to do

-He tries to help you the best he can, because he loves you?? And he hates seeing you getting this sick it hurts his heart.

-He already doesn’t sleep enough, so when you’re sick he sleeps 0 hours during that time, making sure you’re alright. He helps you when you need to go to the bathroom, making sure you get there quick enough without tripping over anything.

-”I’ll hold your hair”

-Vanderwood yells at him for not getting anything done and Saeyoung just whines to him that he has to take care of his little star

-He starts cooking dinner for you guys after you get better. No more take out for MC.

darksidelady  asked:

What are your thoughts on 'romancegate' or the Vanity Fair story that says there is no romance in Ep 8? I am sure your inbox is blowing up about this right now :(

I’m not really surprised/worried/concerned? The article was pretty damn sexist at parts and the drama is ugly af (and I’m avoiding it with a ten-foot pole), but I’m surprised by neither of these things. If we’re talking about (Reylo) romance specifically, to be completely honest I’ve been warning about this since the very beginning, and in very blatant terms that often get me in trouble:

To refresh the memories of long-time followers, and to update those of you who are new to my blog, here’s what I specifically said about Reylo in terms of canon possibilities, along with my predictions towards The Last Jedi and how it related to the three main characters (Rey, Finn, and Kylo):

There will be an “I am your father” moment in Episode VIII—and by that, I mean the same level of shock that the original reveal produced. This moment will either be about Rey’s background/identity, or Rey and Kylo’s relationship, specifically. Rey will become a much more grey character […] while Finn and Kylo will veer out towards the Light and the Dark sides of the Force, respectively. All three of them will become an Avatar of each mindset by the end of the film. Each of them will come of age in their new roles that they occupy within the Star Wars universe.

When speaking about this relationship, I also clarified (in the same piece) that while I thought one-sided Reylo already existed—and it was possible that they could go the sexual route a la Bastila and Revan—this “relationship” that was going on between Kylo and Rey wasn’t going to be traditional, in the romantic sense:

[…] It’s a very complicated, nuanced thing when combined with narrative sensuality, and its not bad VS. good or black VS. white. It’s not this ship or that or straight up fuckin’ like rabbits. It’s kinda grey, like this spot in the Force that both Kylo and Rey occupy, and whatever happens between them its not going to be a straightforward romance (I would be shocked if it was). Maybe this is also what the filmmakers mean when they things will get “dark.”

So we might see some encompassing, destructive passion between Kylo and Rey in Episodes VIII and IX. Instead of Kylo’s redemption, we might see an anti-hero who was so close to redemption fall fully from grace, which would make the moment all the more poignant and tragic. We could see Kylo’s odd fixation with Rey turn into a mutual obsession. Rey might be the one to fall, as they’ve already hinted that she and Kylo are two sides of the same coin, and she flirts with the Dark Side. Who knows? I do know that if Disney went this route, it would be a bold move for Star Wars movies (and I specify the movies, because EU has no qualms with this). […] when JJ said this story was a villain’s arc as much as it was the hero’s one, I think this is what he was hinting at.

I then went on to explain that—while it is certainly possible to write reciprocated Reylo, and I couldn’t 100% rule it out—I also didn’t think they would be going there, just due to subtext and the difficulty of writing those sorts of stories within a blockbuster framework:

So by now […] I think its safe to say that Kylo is heading off the emotional cliff when it comes to Rey. He wants her, and he wants her bad. He’s tenacious, and we see a propensity towards rage and impulsiveness in him, so when he does go after Rey, he’s probably going to do something really stupid to get her back. This will be tied into how the movies will be “weird,” and it will be tied into the “I’m your father” moment, and it will (probably) be a core component of Episode VIII. But this attachment will more than likely be one-sided.

Rey might end up with Finn, or she may end up alone, but I highly doubt she’ll end up with Kylo in the way people are hoping, because to be honest the symbolism behind her character is very, very fragile, and you could very easily fuck it up. Rey means a lot of things to a lot of people, and while you COULD pull off a romantic relationship between Kylo and her, I don’t think Disney will try. Right now the scenes between Rey and Kylo have sexual undertones, and those undertones are non-abusive because Rey has agency. She wins every time they have a showdown. This offsets Kylo’s possessive, sexually aggressive attitude towards her. But if Rey gives in, if she falls for him and this possessive attitude isn’t corrected – if she loses – then everything in the subtext between them becomes kinda problematic.


So right now the only way I can see the Episode VIII team making this dynamic work between Kylo/Rey is to have Rey being stronger than Kylo, consistently, or having them always poised as equals. They could possibly pull it off by having them on opposite ends of the Force spectrum—separated by different ideologies and driven to grief by being parted from one another. That would translate obsessive fixation into legitimate longing, which is An Okay Thing To Like (and show to the kids). But I digress.

Let me also clarify that even if Reylo is one-sided, this doesn’t mean Rey won’t feel anything for Kylo. […] I’m pretty sure Rey will be tempted by Kylo, either sexually or spiritually (through the Force). Maybe she’ll be tempted by both. I’m not sure how far this temptation will go or where it will lead, but I do think it will be part of the movie. And just because I don’t see any way for Reylo to be together in their current context doesn’t mean that the screenwriters won’t do it. They might surprise me and pull it off, and they’ve certainly left themselves room to play with it.

The tl’dr of all of this is that I have maintained from Day 1 that this path is where the franchise is headed, and with the exception of a few hiccups (you can see my score chart here), I haven’t really been off. I said things would get worse before they got better, and that if Kylo was redeemed that redemption would be a painful one that could result in serious maiming or death. From Adam’s more recent comments about his character, it seems Kylo’s outlook will indeed be pretty bleak, at least temporarily. This is not really conducive to romance.

Johnson’s direct quote from Vanity Fair was that The Last Jedi offers “no one-to-one equivalent of the Han-to-Leia, burning, unrequited love. In our story, that’s not a centerpiece” (and keep in mind, it was the journalist who mentioned Stormpilot and Reylo—not Rian Johnson. The journalist—a man—is adding his own bias to this picture, and one that’s pretty clear re: what he considers to be crack pairings. See: his completely inappropriate comments about fanfiction, in relation to female fans, yet again, listing off some of the biggest ships. Because apparently we haven’t had this discussion about-how-fanfiction-is-a-gendered-and-sexist-insult enough).

Han and Leia is a traditional romance, and I said that I didn’t think that Episode VIII would include traditional romances; ergo, I am not shocked by this. I’m just a bit sad, because beyond the sexist tones I’ve been clear about my theoretical position re: Episode VIII from the beginning. Either people haven’t been listening to it, or my words have been willfully misconstrued to mean something they don’t. It’s leading to a bloodbath re: drama, and like a redemption arc it’s going to get far worse before it gets better.

I will say that Johnson’s statement doesn’t explicitly rule out romance, just that it won’t be a centerpiece of it, and it says nothing about Episode IX (but that’s a whole ‘nother can of worms). I am a bit surprised that Johnson chose to bring up the “unrequited” part in the context of Han and Leia, because as far as I can tell they seemed to be genuinely into one another (perhaps he is referring to Leia’s initial rejection of Han, followed by the (sexual) chase? I don’t know).

I have a nice workplace in terms of management and most of my coworkers so my experience here may be a bit skewed but I’d like to speak about my experience with something that affects a lot of people on this page MENTAL HEALTH IN THE WORKPLACE.

This is gonna get long and I’ve actually cut out a lot to save explaining because it’s a bit …shitty… but here’s the main story. 

I just wanna say on the out -  don’t be afraid of sharing. I found that sharing actually did help me a lot at work, and if I told them earlier it would have saved me a lot of hassle.

I’ve worked for the same company for almost 4 years now. I started as a high school student, transferred and then continued as a university student. Before that I worked in a really terrible small store as a summer temp, and I’ve worked for my school during the summer for three weeks (and ongoing corresponding throughout the year that I’m paid for) as part of a summer school exchange. But. My focus for this will be my main job and the store I’m currently at.

I suffer from an anxiety disorder - with it brining symptoms of depression but I would never really say I had depression or even depression and anxiety. I don’t take meds and I’m not currently in therapy (I had a short stint at the beginning of this year but had to bail as it interfered with class). Although I believe understanding your symptoms is important I’m not 100% of self-diagnosis but I was pretty sure prior to diagnosis that I had problems with anxiety. I was diagnosed in 2014. 

I’d never properly brought it up at work. I sometimes mentioned feeling increasingly more anxious at times when I was at store 1 during my high school days and this was brushed off. I think my supervisor said something along the lines of, “everyone gets like that! just relax!” he was a pretty nice guy, but, a bit dim. Another time I told him I was stressed and he told me I was too young to be stressed. 

The first time it came up was when I first got introduced to my current manager. I was working in the store for about 2 or so months when my manager there quit. I was heartbroken because I really hated my then “new” store at the time and constantly felt homesick - him and maybe one or two others made it bearable. What’s worse, my new(current) manager was known to a lot of the staff already as he worked between our store and another store as a supervisor a few years back, and then became a temporary ASM before the current one came. I was opening with him on maybe his third shift back, it was me, another staff member and someone completely new. He didn’t say one word to me - really - as he wanted to help the new person and he knew the other person. I felt super uncomfortable as for that whole shift I felt forgotten about - he spoke to everyone else as they were either a new seasonal staff or he worked with them beforehand. I was just not on his radar. At this time. I hated this place even more. At this time, my anxiety was hella bad. I had a lot on my plate, like, a fuckload of shit that I’d rather not get into online and it would probably get us off the point of this place. 

Essentially, I needed to clarify something with work that my old manager had told me was okay but it didn’t seem to be noted anywhere. As I didn’t know him at all, I asked supervisor number 1 about my issue. Supervisor 1 shrugged me off and told me I’d have to speak to our boss about this. He wasn’t in on my next shift, so, I decided to ask supervisor 2 - supervisor 2 was less helpful than supervisor 1 as she told me the exact opposite of what I was hoping. I cried the whole way home. I felt trapped and hopeless.

I even contacted my old manager asking if I could transfer back down. It was almost Xmas anyway, so, I could just go home (although this was not ideal, abusive household). I only lived about 100 miles away so I could always travel to there on a Friday night, work the weekend and come up mid-Monday as I had no class either until the summer (when I would just come home and work…again not ideal but at the time I was getting a lot of money for my age as I was still only 17) or I could just work there until I found a new job here.

The next shift I was in was with my manager, it was a Tuesday starting early, I don’t know why I was scheduled in for this shift as I had class. But. I went anyway. I thought fuck it, I’ll ask him. As I didn’t know him that well I just explained my situ and also what Supervisor 2 said to me. I also told him (truthfully) that I’d been having panic attacks since Supervisor 2 spoke to me.

His response was kinda …weird. He thought it was “fucked up” (exact words) that he had no handover on the issue and immediately sorted it. He told me later on that shift that “nothing work related should make you that anxious EVER”. And we left it like that.

I still felt left out at work. My manager still didn’t really speak to me. My anxiety was getting worse due to class/bad family back “home” and work. I recall getting told off by my manager for something really trivial and for asking for a holiday a few times for him to snap at me before storming off to enter it. I assumed he didn’t like me. I was a pain in his ass. 

Shortly after this, I got hit by a massive anxiety truck. I felt so low, I couldn’t leave my bed. I missed so much class and so much work (although I lied and said I had food poisioning from work as I didn’t know how to bring it up). And then… I felt better. I was scheduled for work at 9:30am on a Sat, which was pretty standard and the night before a few of my high school friends were in town for a gig, so I met them after it for a drink. Honestly, I don’t drink A LOT - I have a very low tolerance made worse by anxiety. Since I was in class all day and was meant to work the next day this would be the only time I’d see them for a while. I lasted one drink and felt overwhelmed. I had to go home. I cried all night and couldn’t calm myself down. Before I knew it, it hit 7:30am and I was still shaking so badly. I honestly couldn’t make it out of my place to get the bus. Serving customers was off the menu. I’d only been back on shift as well, and hadn’t done my back to work. I called in and it was Supervisor 2 - who I really hated and was leaving soon. But. I just told her. I couldn’t lie anymore.

“You’ve been off a lot.”

I had been off a lot - at my old location I was off ONCE and that was because I had a sickness bug and was sent home the day previously. (I had to throw up and couldn’t make it to the bathroom so threw up outside the store…lovely). I’d been off here a lot - mainly due to catching illnesses but more recently due to anxiety. 

“….I’ll go see a doctor?” I shrugged.

“Yes, do that. I’ll say to manager." 

I had a long weekend (inc Monday) of wallowing in self pity before making my way to the doctors on the Tuesday. My doctor could see I was intensely stressed and asked me if my student loan could cover my living costs (no) as my job seemed unnecessary due to my university commitments. By this time I had lost around 20 lbs as well - I was never skinny to begin with but this weight came off in about 2-3 months essentially because I was living off ramen as the thought of cooking/going to the shop seemed too scary (hahahah you’re such a student with your ramen nope I’m fucking mentally ill). He offered me medication but I denied, as I was worried about adjusting to them so close to my deadlines. I planned to start them that summer but I’m still not on anything. He wrote me off for a further two weeks for both work and uni, but, I was behind on uni so went in anyway. 

I didn’t want to go back to work. The thought of work made me feel so ill and so anxious. I started looking at new jobs and filled in an application for a stockroom job for a museum gift shop. I was just waiting for the right time to contact my old manager from the first store for a reference because there was No Way In Hell my boss was gonna give me a reference. 

When I returned, after trying not to cry as I reached the door, my boss grinned at me as I walked in, "HEY WELCOME BACK! :)" 


"I’ll catch up with you later, okay?”

As I entered the staffroom, a new face was there, “HI I’m Supervisor 2.1!” Supervisor 2 had left already, phew.Supervisor 2.1 kept talking and talking and talking. He was nice. I already decided I liked him because he seemed to have little filter and seemed genuine. 

“I used to work at [other location] but I live in [same place as me] so this is closer! And I’m getting more money as I’m not a SUPERVISOR!!! Just getting used to the busses!”

I smiled and told him I got the busses too and would help him tonight. 

As I was about to start, my manager called me into his office to do my paperwork and also dragged Supervisor 2.1 in to show him how to do it, and to keep him “in the loop”.

“We need to do your back to work form. But this is quite serious.”

I thought…fuck… he thinks I’m faking. I’m gonna get fired for a lot of absences. 


We filled in the form as usual and looked over my doctors note. He said he recalled the time I told him I was taking panic attacks and just thought I was exaggerating and he apologised a lot for thinking that.

He then told me he valued me so much as a team member as I always got shit done and was a hardworker, he apologised if he’d ever been “off” with me as he said he just didn’t really think I liked him or needed constantly guidance on tasks.

We had this long-ass chat about mental health. In which he told me he’d been on and off anti-anxiety medication for the past 5 years. He went into detail about how he didn’t go into his old work at all and eventually got fired and said he was super proud I sought help before things went too far for me in regards to either work or school. Supervisor 2.1 chipped in and said he’s a very nervous person, perhaps not anxiety level but nevertheless very nervous.

It went on for an hour and since then, we’ve had a great relationship. And I mean REALLY GREAT. Essentially, we worked out we were basically the same person - I would have probably never found out this shit if we never had this long-ass convo. I also become really close friends with Supervisor 2.1 who constantly gets me into trouble for talking to him and coming back late from lunch as he always insists on dining out. 

I think I was making myself quite distant at work because I was in a bad place mentally - and because of that - I was getting increasingly anxious at work…..the cycle went on.

Since then, I’ve obviously had “difficulties” but it’s been super easy to talk to managers about it. I once mentioned, in passing, to our ASM how the messy tshirts unsettled me and she switched my zone in the store so I could go tidy them (I was doing nothing anyway). I’ve had reviews and have been praised for hard work and customer service - with downsides being confidence, usually. 

Recently, I had quite a bad anxiety “relapse” - I asked my manager if I could talk to him - as it was fucked anyway and an issue at work with one coworker and another being assholes to myself and another coworker made it worse. Mixed in with deadlines, I needed either reduced hours or a couple of back of house shifts to help me calm. We talked out the issues and I took a panic attack that he managed to talk me out of before it got too bad which, sadly, kinda set him off a bit as I noticed he was stimming quite badly. He checked up on me that night and thanked me for sharing.

Due to the fact I get easily stressed and my work knows this, they are happy to fit my schedule around my class and deadlines. Something that before they were a bit like “meh” about. 

I just wanna say PLEASE DO NOT DO A ME AND HOLD IT IN UNTIL IT GETS REALLY BAD. I still get very stressed and nervous when I think about that time in my life - if I had been more open earlier I would have saved myself a lot of stress which in turn made my mental health worse. 

anonymous asked:

Wait if u have a lot of fics you want to read do u think u could rec some? I'm lost for what voltron fics to read and I want to start somewhere (I'm good for every ship but shidge honestly) thanks in advance!

*claps hands together*


A large portion of it is gonna be Klance cause i haven’t really found any other ones that I thought were interesting. Even being a multishipper, you still can’t find good ones of other ships besides the most popular ;w;

I’m also gonna give you the ones I have read cause I don’t wanna give you a fic rec and have you go in blindly not knowing what to expect from one of the fics.

Chances are this is gonna get long so imma cut it right here

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chico-nico  asked:

Jumin headcannon if MC stayed at the apartment (let's say the whole penthouse situation never happened) and ends up being almost kidnapped by Unknown and finding out. I really adore your blog and Jumin going into protective mode over the ppl he love \(^_^)/


I love this idea so much! And after you someone else sent me a similar request and omg I like this so much so I’m writing both because I didn’t realise how much I needed this until now. 

Thank you so much! I’m so glad you like my blog. 

These got really long. I’m not sure how good they are, sorry. I ended up taking a long break and it’s another one that’s kinda more like a fic in headcanon form, sorry.

Hope you like it!

Warning: there are so many spoilers here for like, every route tbh I don’t know where to start. 


  • He knew it was irrational to want MC to want to come stay with him, even if it was for their own good. They’d only met a few days ago and even then it was only online. 
  • Surely, from past experiences, especially experiences that happened less than a week ago, they should know better to trust people they meet online when they’re told to go to a stranger’s house. Even if they had spoken over the phone, they’d never seen him face to face, even in a video chat and in turn, he’d never even seen their face. 
  • Even thinking about it that way, it wasn’t logical to invite someone you met less than a week online to come and stay with you and they never asked if they could come
  • Not to mention the fact that even Seven seemed to be working his ass off to make sure that they were safe in that apartment. He knew about the cameras, the fact that the hacker was always watching to make sure everything was safe for them. Surely everything would be okay with someone constantly keeping an eye on them 
  • Even if MC came to stay with him, they’d be alone all the time. He still had to work and he knew, even with how much he loved her, that Elisabeth 3rd wasn’t the best company when you were completely alone all day…
  • So reluctantly he stayed quiet, put on a brave face and acted as happy as he could ever time he messaged MC in the apartment. Even if his calls became more frequent, more emotional in general he didn’t let any if his fear show. Nobody knew the hacker’s intentions for leading them to the apartment in the first place, but they hadn’t heard from him since and it had already been nearly a week, so it was possible that was it. 
  • Then the emails came, and everyone had had the same assumptions that they were just spam until it was clear that the one one of them to not get the email was Seven. 
  • Things only got worse from then on. 
  • Seven came into the chatroom in the middle of the night in a complete panic, not making any sense, but saying that MC was in danger and that they couldn’t leave the apartment under any circumstances. 
  • And he knew it was all his fault. If he’d tried to talk to them, tried to get her to come and stay with him, than he could have protected them, but he didn’t and they were in danger and  the hacker had resurfaced
  • And Seven was refusing to answer any of his phone calls no matter the fact that Jumin knew that the other constantly had his phone within arm’s reach in case something happened or MC called.
  •  MC was in danger and he had no way to help. He didn’t even know where the apartment was, let alone how to help her get somewhere safe and he didn’t even know what kind of danger they were in
  • V refused to answer any calls 
  • When he got the call he could hardly breath because all he could hear on the other end of the line was MC’s panicked breathing and the fact that they were sobbing so hard that they couldn’t speak 
  • After he finally managed to help them breath they managed to tell him just how afraid they were of everything that was going on and that they didn’t understand
  • The next day when Seven finally told everyone about the bomb was even worse. 
  • He took the day off from work. Instead he went to visit Seven’s house, barely containing his anger as he demanded to know where MC was, but Seven refused to say another word. 
  • Countless calls to V all in a row, scattered throughout the day, whenever he could, but there was still no response. He couldn’t help but think that V was avoiding him on purpose. 
  • It was nearly three in the morning, Jumin couldn’t sleep from the fear that something would happen to them, when he got the call from Seven. 
  • It was a quick call and he could hear the exhaustion in both of their voices as the spoke, as Seven gave him the address, begging him not to go there in person Or MC would be in even greater danger. Still, that was all he needed to know to get guards to the apartment. 
  • It wasn’t as much as he wanted to do, but it was something. 
  • Ideally he’d be there with them, somewhere safe, but he wasn’t. They weren’t. 
  • He got a call from one of the guards a few hours later, early enough in the morning that he’d started to think that nothing would happen, that there’d been someone in the apartment, that they’d tried to hurt MC and that they were okay, but they were in a complete panic 
  • He didn’t hesitate to hurry to the apartment and get them out of there. 
  • He brought them to the penthouse with them. it didn’t matter that they’d met a week ago. it didn’t matter that they’d only spoken online and through their phones. He cared about them and almost losing them like this terrified him more than he thought was possible. 
Not Meant To Be pt. 2

Originally posted by totallyyehet

Characters: Jungkook x Y/N
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Word count: 2.1k



“If only we had a second chance.” You mumbled quietly, knowing you’d never have that chance anymore. The sparkle in his eyes when he looked at her, the care in his voice, and the way he held her like she was so fragile, and how he grinned at her, was something you didn’t and would never receive in the time to come.

It also reminded you that he wasn’t yours anymore, and the two of you just weren’t meant to be.

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On Ao No Exorcist 91 and Yukio's development

I’ve been reading parts of the chapter in Korean and even my very so very little translation abilities let me understand that Yukio has lost it. Turning-point, capability of speaking up about your problems, trust in the human species …? Any and all of these. Completely lost it.

He tries to have Bon speak about Lighting’s investigations casually during the ceremony, mentioning both of their fathers - I suspect here he’s trying to hold the fact that Ryuji’s dad is still alive, while his is dead, as a leverage. He then threatens Suguro WITH THE GUN to tell him what he knows about the night he and Lighting were at the monastery.

And then he just lets it slide ??? Laughs it off and walks away. Suguro tries to stop him, asks him what’s going on but he gives him a fake smile, saying: “I am your superior. Please.”

Shima intervenes but he too is scared off by his gaze. He tells him they are at a party (??, but I think it’s correct since all of this happens during a the wedding feast) and reminds him he had advised him to talk to someone about it - he’s referring to the eye, to his powers, to Yukio’s meeting with Lucifer and to what happened in Aomori, back then it had sounded as a threat but I guess it was not -. Yukio, again, laughs - like the crazy laugh in the previous chapter, and asks to whom could he talk about it - “Suguro? You? My brother?” -, then adds: “Talking about it won’t solve anything. Everyone is different”. And here I think he means “everyone is different from me.”. Immediately after this he is interrupted by a call: Shura informs him a demon is chewing on a train, and the chapter ends.

All in all. What a chapter? I said last month I’d be surprised if Toudo didn’t show up at the ceremony. He didn’t, but all the rest that happened is much more shocking. Yukio is really in a much darker place than I had anticipated - and I had anticipated he’d go rogue yk -. He’s not in himself, whatever himself may even be at the moment. Shima, who scared me off during Aomori and before when he menaced him, is much reliable at the moment. To him, playing the spy is a game, but he knows when to stop playing the moment his family or friends - see how he immediately confronts Yukio as he menaces Ryuji - are in danger. Yukio, on the other hand, is lonely, and angry. Extremely angry. He is envious of a big family like the Kyoto trio’s - see when he mentions Tatsuma -, he’s envious of the bonds his brother has formed even with people who used to hate him as Satan’s offspring. He’s furious, scared, alone, and perseveres in this because he thinks no-one will understand him, and mind, he’s not completely wrong. When he worries about certain things, people like Shura or Mephisto just tell him to relax, to “blow off some steam”, to “act like a 15 yo” - this is not a proper answer, and it does not help a him, it does not relieve him of anyof the weights on his chest. When he wants to know more about their mother, Rin shakes him off - the one time he tried to find an ally in something, he didn’t. He’s scared to tell anyone about his blue flames or whatever they may be because he’s seen what Rin has risked, how many times he’s been so close to be executed - and he’s already so busy protecting Rin: who would protect him? -.

He doesn’t trust the Order because, again, there's​ people like Lighting and Angel in it, who had him sign a Morinas contract, and now he learns that same person - and that same contract!! - is involved in the death of loved one? He made a promise to Shiro, but Toudo was right - he resents it. He’s fought so hard since he was a kid - and he’s still a kid - , but now his brother gets all the credit. And what about him? He’s fought for so long, but what for? He’s transforming in the monster he was taught to resent, and not even the good kind like his brother’s.

It’s not like he’s wrong when he answers Shima that he’s got no-one to talk to. It’s way too complex a matter, you can’t just talk about it with anyone and talking about it could make it worse - Lucifer suggested the Order could even lock him up and experiment on him -, all while he’s seen from the inside what his brother risks daily - all the while said brother unconsciously constantly risks to waste all his efforts to keep him alive away. Yukio’s lack of trust in the outside world is not justifiable, but understandable: when you’re taught to handle a gun since you’re a kid, to fight, to face your fears, aka demons, straight away instead of being sheltered from them as it usually happens to children, when they tell you that it’s just you and your brother and you’ll be hates for what you are, when the only person you trusted dies and you’re left alone in this maelstrom…what do you do? Teenagers have the tendency to say fuck off, and that’s pretty much what Shura did when she was his age - she knew she would die, she was scared, she started to live a life she may not have wanted, but sent a clear “Fuck off” message to everyone, and to Shiro in particular -.

But Yukio, he’s different: he mans up. He switches the adult mode on, so much that normal activities for people of his age - like parties - leave him uneasy. He’s the contrary of Shura. When she ditched off responsabilities, he took them all up on his shoulders as, again, he doesn’t trust anyone with them. He takes it all inside because he knows what he risks, truthfully or not, if he lets it out. That’s also why I say the only one who can understand him right now is Shura, but she too misses a big part of it. She doesn’t realise he needs less responsabilities, less work to do. She shouldn’t call him now to give him more work to do, but, like us up until chapter 90, couldn’t realize in a what a dark place he is now. 

I love Yukio, even after all of this and much worse a that may happen in the future, because he’s complex. I hate when people simply state “I hate Yukio!1!”, because they don’t justify it, and even if he were a villain - as I said, something very possible given the current state of things - , you don’t hate a villain because he’s evil, that’s child’s play. As a character, Yukio is extremely complex.
It’s not that he pointed a gun at Suguro you see: it’s the hysterical laugh, what he says, his fake smiles.

Ready Steady Part 16

This chapter is shitty and I apologize, I was stuck on where to go with the story, but the next chapters will be better.


Rob and Reader return home. They finally have time to catch up on what happened in each other’s lives while they were apart. They begin to come to terms with the idea of being parents.

Word Count: 4047

Warnings: just a lot of domestic fluff, maybe some swears, slightly angsty singing

Note: For the sake of the remainder of the fic, I’m using some old Louden Swain songs and making them new ones. Also, as you can tell, my reader is a singer/songwriter and a country girl at heart… so for her, instead of trying to write my own lyrics, I’m using songs by Miranda Lambert and claiming them as the reader’s own. Hey, this way, you can listen to the actual songs after you read!

In this chapter, Rob sings “Fair” as a song that he wrote when the reader broke his heart. Nice job reader, I hope you’re happy.

Another Note: I wrote this while I was hungover. It might be terrible, but I tried. It’s just a little something fluffy before the real angst kicks back in.

Catch up: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14  Part 15

Originally posted by robben-addicted

You drifted in and out of sleep that night. Feeling much better than you had before visiting the ER, but still weak and unable to rest completely. The nausea hadn’t returned yet and honestly, your biggest fear was that it would return eventually. You were told that this condition could go on for some time, and future visits to the hospital were a possibility. Perhaps this underlying fear of having to feel that way again is what was bringing you out of your sleep throughout the night. The only thing that made your restlessness bearable was realizing that every time you stirred, Rob was right there with you. He too would wake each time you did; placing gentle kisses to your forehead and mumbling soothing words to you until you relaxed again. Even as the sun began to peek through the blinds in the early morning hours; he was still there, tracing circles along your back, until you were eventually able to rest again.

The next time you woke up, it was because a slight twinge of nausea had returned. You whimpered, realizing that it wasn’t over yet. This time, when you looked to Rob for support, he wasn’t there to console you. You felt your heart race when you realized he was not next to you, wondering what you had done this time to make him want to leave you. You reached for your phone to check the time and when you realized it was late in the afternoon, you felt the panic begin to fade. You knew he was here somewhere, he just didn’t sleep in as late as you had.

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So this became a thing when @jaegereska showed me a video and I commented about on the scene where Shiro saves Matt from fighting in the arena. I said that, without any context on sound, it looks like Matt and Shiro are a thing. So now Shiro is dubbed as Holt Magnet because I mean…


Before the Mission

  • Before the mission, Shiro and Matt already knew each other pretty well but they bonded in prison
  • Shiro and Matt spend a lot of time team bonding.
  • Shiro and Matt are the same age
    • Holt’s look younger than they actually are, though, so Matt looks younger than Shiro
  • They were in the same class while at the Garrison
    • “How do I make him like me”
    • Shiro tries to be cool but it doesn’t really do anything and he kinda flounders around for a bit because MATT IS ADORABLE and Shiro doesn’t know what to do
    • Matt was such a know it all, so Shiro tried spouting off a bunch of random and useless facts to get Matt’s attention. Matt just thinks it’s funny
    • Matt helped Shiro study and with homework. Sometimes Shiro doesn’t need help and just wants an excuse to spend time with Matt. Matt knows it. 
      • “You could just ask to hang out, you know.”
  • Before the mission, he’d end up crashing at their place every once and a while. He’d always leave before anyone was awake, but he’s been there enough.
    • Katie was never really there because she was focused on her robots and whatever school she went to before creating Pidge Gunderson
    • She recognized Shiro, but when he came back she didn’t recognize him at first. He looked different (white streak in his hair, buffer, probably a bit taller, etc.)
    • Honestly she was probably a little jealous of the time Shiro spent with her brother. Just slightly, though.

While in Prison

  • Mr. Holt is probably dead, but Matt is alive, which means a hella lot of comforting between Shiro and Matt, which sort of turns into Shiro and Matt and Pidge comforting. 
  • When Team voltron finally rescues Matt, Shiro and Pidge almost don’t recognize him
    • His hair is longer and more matted, but it still has that Holt unruly-ness
    • He lost his glasses and his face thinned out
    • Matt’s always been on the thin side, but after however long in prison, he’s just really thin now.
  • The scar on his leg from where Shiro injured him is super prominent against his now pale skin
    • He has a limp now
  • Matt’s become really paranoid
  • He hasn’t exactly learned to fight, but he’s made small attempts to learn how the Galra prisons work
    • Things like observing the technology
    • and doing small things to see if they notice
    • Matt knows there’s a very, very small chance of escape, but he figures that if he can find enough of the small little details, maybe one day it’ll add up to something
    • He definitely figures out the robot pattern
    • He studies the Galra tech from what little of it he has
      • He learns how it looks and how it acts, so when he has the chance, he can hijack something and no one would notice
  • There’s still a part of him that holds hope that one day he’ll be free
    • and one day there’s this giant lion robot that comes in and he just kind of “what?”

After Rescue

  • Whenever Shiro sees Matt’s limp, he’s wracked with guilt
    • Both Pidge and Matt constantly reassure Shiro that Matt would have been far worse if Shiro hadn’t done something
    • They stay around the topic of “dead’, but it’s implied
  • Pidge would be all “Look, Shiro, I would never have found my brother if you hadn’t saved him. If you hadn’t reassured and convinced me to stay, either. It’s not your fault.”
  • And Matt would “Shiro, you reunited our family. That means so much to us.” (Because the Holt’s were definitely tight knit)
    • Family reunion with Holt Mother –> Shiro would be an honorary member
    • He’d be invited to family dinners and stuff and he even has like a few blankets that he’s claimed as his own
  • Pidge and Matt team up to study Shiro’s hand, because sometimes it looks like it hurts Shiro
    • Since Matt has experience with Galra tech
    • They both just want to help
    • Holt siblings are also really fascinated with it
      • Matt: “Ooh you know if you do this, then this happens…” and Shiro and Pidge have stars in their eyes
    • Holt siblings are really curious about Shiro’s hand, but they want to make sure Shiro’s okay
      • Matt: “Are you sure this doesn’t hurt? Pidge said it was hurting the other day and I don’t want to make it worse”
      • Shiro: “Yes I’m fine, Matt. It doesn’t hurt right now”
      • Matt: “GREAT! Now, I wonder if… and maybe if I… Hm…”
    • Shiro rolls with it like the space dad he is
    • Pidge walks in and is all “Matt! YOu promised we’d look at Shiro’s arm together!” because Pidge also wants to make sure Shiro is okay and also they don’t know too much about Galra tech but NOW THAT MATT’S HERE
  • Sometimes Shiro starts to slip into the monster Haggar was trying to create. Only Matt’s voice snaps him out of it, but it’s the panicked voice Matt used when he was afraid in the Arena
    • Matt’s definitely panicking now because it’s SHIRO who saved him and now Shiro needs to be saved, and he doesn’t realize that his voice is helping at first. Once he does, he sort of keeps talking and rambling because he sees Shiro pause in his actions.
    • Matt is terrified for Shiro. Before, Matt was scared for himself, but now he’s scared for Shiro.
  • With the combination of knowledge of Galra and Altean and Earth tech, Pidge and Matt could recreate Rover
  • Holt siblings could also probably combine their knowledge of Galran/Altean/Earth tech to create a makeshift bayard for Shiro, since his hand doesn’t always work and it’s not always the most convenient thing
    • It wouldn’t be too fancy, but it’d be compatible with Shiro’s hand, and it’d be a weapon Shiro already knew how to use.
  • Shiro and Matt both definitely have PTSD
    • They comfort each other after panic attacks and nightmares
  • When Keith, Lance, Pidge, and Hunk rescue Shiro from the Garrison thing, Shiro looks at Pidge and realizes Pidge looks familiar
    • He doesn’t know why, and kind of brushes it aside for later. When he finally thinks about it, Shiro kinda dies inside and he doesn’t know why. There’s this terrible feeling of loss, longing, guilt, and worry, and he really does not know why (because of the memory loss thing).
    • When Pidge pulls out the picture of the Holt Siblings, he remembers. It’s why he was so quick to change his mind about the prisoners.
    • He just realizes and it comes back to him, but he doesn’t know why he feels guilt until he remembers all of what happened in the arena. It’s part of why he feels such a need to explain to Pidge.

Possible AU?

  • Haggar realized Matt’s intelligence and thought she could experiment on him
    • Matt now has a white streak in his hair, similar to Shiro’s.
What Asshole Invented Allergies?

@cup-of-blue: Random fic prompt idea thing cuz the allergies are striking at half past 10 in the evening: Michael is having the allergies and doing the suffering, and he’s chill with it, it’s just an annoyance. Until he runs out of tissues and freaks out cuz he can barely breathe now cuz too much snot help

@orderly-opaline: Ok, I know this is dumb but think about it. As a follow up to the fic where Michael has hayfever, what if Michael went to school and was ACTUALLY CRYING. Jeremy just assumed that he had allergies so he went on like normal. And Michaels just like, wait does he not see that im crying?? Does he not care about me??? I know its dumb but like, IDK man I just like the idea?

Not dumb at all lovely! Hope you two don’t mind i combined your fics! Let’s mcfucking torture some kiddos

Michael woke up that morning already knowing he was in for a miserable day. His alarm felt louder than usual, each ring banging down doors against his sensitive ears. When Michael turned it off and went to take a deep breath he found that one of his nostrils was blocked and he could barely breath through the other. Great, nothing like being a mouth breather. Michael had a pretty bad case of hayfever last Friday and figured the weekend would be plenty of time to rest. But judging by the itching on his nose had to stop to scratch every five seconds and the dripping of his nose he had to keep inhaling he’d say he might be even worse off. Fuck spring, honestly.

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thickskinandelasticheart  asked:

hello! I love your stories so much and I wanted to send you a prompt, if you have the time/inspiration and feel like writing it! yousana amnesia/losing your memory AU, please make it as angsty as you can (but with a positive ending) since I'm kinda in a "want angsty yousana mood". If you decide to do it, thank you so much!!

Hey :) Thank you so much for this prompt. This was so interesting because I had to do some research first and I really enjoyed that. (If I made any mistakes about the medical stuff, I’m sorry!)
Oh, and this is probably not as angsty as you wanted it to be but it’s harder for me to write angst than fluffy stuff. So I hope you still like it!

Also: This got a bit longer and I know some people hate these long posts but somehow the ‘read more’ thing only works on the computer when I do it so I’m not doing it until I find a solution.


Hospitals. Yousef hated them. Always. For as long as he can remember.

The smell of desensitizer that covers everything else. Nurses and doctors rushing around which means someone is hurting and they need to help. People crying over loved ones suffering. The only good thing he can think of is people giving birth in hospitals but even that is connected to pain. 

He just doesn’t like hospitals. Especially not now.

He’s rushing through the main entrance, asking where he can find who he is searching for while his heart takes turns between beating so fast that he fears it will burst out of his chest and it feeling like it doesn’t beat at all. His hands are shaking and his voice trembling when he answers the woman at the information counter when she asks who he is here to see.

“Sana Bakkoush.”

The woman shows him a polite smile and calmly looks for the right information. Yousef can’t wait. He needs to see her. All he knows is that she was brought to the hospital. Elias couldn’t really tell him anything because he was having trouble speaking. Even over the phone.

As soon as the woman tells him where he can find his girlfriend he sprints towards the elevators. After pressing all the buttons he realizes he can’t wait. He takes the stairs. His stomach feeling uneasy, his head is spinning. Yousef tries to take deep breaths, calm himself before facing her. 

Running through the halls of the fifth floor, Yousef looks at the numbers on the doors and only after seeing 515 on the door, he sees Elias sitting outside of it. Elias hears Yousef coming closer, looks up and then walks over to his best friend before he can barge into the room.

“What happened? How is she? Is she injured badly? But what happened?”, Yousef starts rambling as soon as he sees his best friend. 

Only then he notices Elias looking like he is at the verge of tears and he never cries. Not in front of other people. Yousef immediately pulls him into a hug and notices how much he needed that, as well. Not knowing what is wrong with Sana but her being in the hospital makes him want to punch something and cry at the same time.

“I don’t know yet. Apparently, after training for a long time under the sun she tripped and hit her head on concrete stairs.”, Elias tries to explain but has to stop after every second word. It’s his baby sister he is talking about. Yousef’s eyes instantly widen and tears spring into his eyes. Without being able to stop it he imagines Sana like that and his chest tightens. 

“Mom and Dad are inside. And a basketball friend of Sana that saw it happen. They’re still doing tests and until they’re done we should stay here.”, Elias puts a hand on his best friend’s arm and pulls him to sit. Yousef doesn’t budge though.

He shakes his head furiously. “Elias, I can’t just sit here. You said she hit her head. It could be very serious. What if..”, he doesn’t even want to finish that thought.

Hospitals freak him out and make him more anxious than he already is. 

“Yousef!”, Elias says in a serious tone, very harshly. “I called you because I thought it’s important to you to know that Sana is in the hospital. But it doesn’t do any good when you freak out now. I know as much as you and am freaking out here. We’re talking about my baby sister being hurt so please shut up and sit down until we can see her.”

Yousef knows Elias is right. He needs to get a grip on himself. It’s not about him or Elias, it’s about Sana. Sitting there, waiting without knowing when anyone will tell them what’s going on makes Yousef feel worse and worse. He starts getting a headache, his hands don’t stop shaking, he can’t even walk up and down the hall because his legs just go weak.

Both boys shoot out of their seats when the door opens and a doctor and nurse leave. Elias quickly asks if they can go in and gets the green light. They warn them to first talk to the patient’s parents but neither boy listens anymore after they are allowed to go inside. 

Sana’s face lights up when she sees her older brother and she sits up quickly, making her wince. Yousef winces himself, seeing Sana like that but stands back. All he wants to do right now is run over to her and embrace her in a hug and not let her go but he knows family is more important and he is aware that her parents are in the room. He is so concentrated on Sana that he doesn’t even realize that her teammate walks past him to leave the room.

“Elias, can you please tell Mom and Dad that I’m fine and can go home now?” Sana complains and looks very sure of herself. 

Elias immediately looks at their parents and sees his father shake his head. Yousef sees that too and his stomach sinks. What is that supposed to mean?

Mamma Bakkoush turns to Sana and asks: “Can you tell me how you got to the hospital?”, in a tone that is supposed to proof that Sana cannot leave the hospital now.

Elias and Yousef quickly turn to the girl sitting in the hospital bed, her hijab not as neatly done as usually, just loosely wrapped around her head. Yousef watches as Sana opens her mouth to answer but no words come out of it. She looks from her parents to Elias and seems to have no answer. 

What is happening, is all Yousef can think.

When he saw her sitting on the bed, talking, he felt relieved at first. She couldn’t be in a too bad of a condition but now he’s not sure at all. 

Finally, Sana’s gaze lands on Yousef who stood back for a while. She doesn’t show him her dimpley smile, like she usually does when he sees him. She looks down on her hands for a second to avert her gaze from him. He hasn’t seen her react to him like that since … since before they started dating, two and a half months ago. Yousef gets a very bad feeling.

“Elias, you brought your friend?”, Sana addresses her brother and doesn’t acknowledge Yousef at all after that. His eyes widen first, then he raises his eyebrows and opens his mouth to say of course he would come, he is her boyfriend, but decides against it when he realizes that she genuinely looks confused about him being there. 

At the same time her parents shake their heads at Elias and Yousef. 

“Boys, let’s give Sana a bit alone-time.”, her father says and nods for them to leave the room. Neither of the boys moves. Yousef can’t take his eyes off Sana. Why doesn’t she acknowledge him? What exactly happened to her? The fear of it being very serious comes crashing down on him and he has difficulties breathing. “Let’s give her time, now!”

Yousef doesn’t really realize that Elias drags him out of the room by his arm. As soon as they close the door to Sana’s room, Pappa Bakkoush turns to the boys and starts explaining.

“The doctor is not a hundred percent sure yet but it looks like Sana has transient global amnesia.” All Yousef understands is Amnesia and it feels like his heart stops beating. She fell after being exhausted from training too much, how could that lead to this. Yousef wrings his hands together and clenches his teeth. “That’s temporary amnesia. Her teammate described that they had been training a lot under the sun and Sana seemed really exhausted and then she fell and hit her head. Those can be triggers for the amnesia. From what the girl explained there were no signs of an epileptic attack that would indicate something more serious. We’re going to see if the memory loss lessens over the next hours, which it should but she might not remember things dating back about a year for those next hours.”

Elias and Yousef look at each other in horror. Elias is worried about his little sister being in pain, not remembering the past weeks, months or even the past year. She is such an overachiever and now she has temporary amnesia. He doesn’t know what to say or what to do. 

“But she’ll be fine?”, Elias asks.

“And there won’t be any long-term consequences?”, Yousef asks, feeling himself getting worried once again. “Right?”, he asks with more pressure behind his voice. He knows he is talking to Sana’s father but he can’t help himself. The thought of Sana hurting is bad enough and makes him want to literally cry but her having long-term deficits in her brain? No, that can’t be happening. Her brain is what Sana is most proud about herself. She has worked so hard to achieve all the knowledge she has and loosing parts of that would crush her. He doesn’t even care that she might not remember him for now. At least not as her boyfriend. The other things are a lot more important to Sana. 

Elias’ father nods and makes the two boys sit down for them to calm down. “Honestly, I’m thinking the same as the doctor. It’s most definitely temporary amnesia and that usually only lasts up to 24 hours and her memories should come back in the next hours. She might just not remember the incident well or at all. But don’t worry. All we can do is to wait and see what happens.”

Although hearing this from Sana’s father who is also a doctor is relieving, Yousef can’t stop worrying. He doesn’t have to be a doctor to know that memory loss is not a game. 

“Oh and one more thing: When you go back in don’t pressure her in any way to remember something specific.”, the boys hear but Yousef feels like it’s more directed at him than at Elias, “She has difficulties forming new short-term memories already and doesn’t need to worry about that as well.”

When the boy enter the room again, Sana is talking to her mother but then turns to Elias and Yousef. Mamma Bakkoush leaves the room after that. When she sees Yousef she raises her eyebrows and asks Elias: “You brought your friend, too?”

Elias just nods, keeping in mind what his father told him. He doesn’t even want to look at Yousef because he knows that this must be killing him.

“How are you feeling?”, Yousef asks with a polite smile.

Not remembering the past weeks or months, does that mean she doesn’t remember they are together? She doesn’t remember the first time they hung out alone? The first time they held hands and hugged. The first time she introduced him to her friends and not just as her brother’s friend.

Sana smiles at him shyly but looks away quickly, to her brother. “I’m fine. Just have a little headache. No big deal.”

Elias laughs at that, to lighten the mood. He sees Yousef’s reaction to Sana not looking at him for long and knows he needs to do something. To make his sister feel better and to make his best friend feel better. And to make himself feel better, too.

“Sana, let’s be honest here. You just didn’t want to go to Aunt Fatima’s birthday party so you did all this.”

Sana laughs at that but winces lightly. She tried to cover it up but Yousef’s hand itches to help her sooth the pain in any way and he extents his hand intuitively but let’s it fall next to him when he realizes what he’s doing.

“I.. I actually forgot about that but her birthdays can be so hard to endure.”

Now Yousef is sure. 
For now, she doesn’t remember the first time Yousef introduced her to his cousins. She doesn’t remember the time they went to a dance performance of the kids from his kindergarten. She doesn’t remember that Yousef finally had the guts to do something about his feelings he had for so long.

His heart breaks seeing her try to hide that she’s not feeling too well.

Yousef doesn’t hear some of the conversation his best friend has with his sister because he was too deep in thoughts.

Sana asks: “What happened again that I’m here? I’m fine.”

Elias’ face falls for a second but he conceals it as fast as he can. “You fell and hit your head after basketball practice.”

“I… okay.”, she doesn’t say anything more but her hand finds the same spot on her head like before.

Yousef doesn’t know what to do. His girlfriend, who doesn’t remember that she is his girlfriend, is in the hospital with what is hopefully just temporary memory loss.

“Do you want to sleep for a while?”, Elias asks and then they exchange a few sentences in Arabic which Yousef doesn’t understand. 
Then Elias leans towards Yousef and whispers: “Apparently her hijab covers the part of her head she fell on and it hurts. So she wants to take it off.”

Yousef understands what he means to tell him and quickly nods. Looking at Sana once more and seeing her already close her eyes, he whispers back: “I’ll be outside.”

Elias shakes his head. “You can go home and I’ll call you when something changes.”

The next look Elias receives from his best friend clearly shows that Yousef is going nowhere and that it’s not even a question.  
Elias moves and without knowing that he just wanted to sit down Yousef tells him to not leave Sana alone. Before leaving the room Yousef looks at Sana again and presses his lips together.

She should rest. How he feels right now doesn’t matter.
But he still can’t help himself. It feels like all the progress they made in the past months didn’t even happen. They are back to square one. Sana thinking Yousef only sees her as Elias’ little sister. But that hasn’t been the case for many years now. In Sana’s confused look when she saw him, Yousef could see it. He could see that Sana didn’t see him as her boyfriend but only as her brother’s friend. Now he knows that she had feelings for him even before they started to properly talk but it doesn’t make it hurt less now. The worst part: Yousef feels like he doesn’t have a right to feel like this. Sana had an accident that hopefully has no long-term consequences. How he feels is the smallest of the problems right now. 

Sana and Elias’ parents are sitting in front of the room and both smile lightly at Yousef as he closes the door behind him.

“She wanted to sleep.”, is all Yousef says with a weak smile before he starts pacing up and down the hall. 

“Yousef, don’t you want to go home and Elias will call you if something happens. Sana is okay for now.”, Elias father says but Yousef quickly shakes his head. 

“No, it’s fine. I’ll wait here.”

After some time in which Sana is just sleeping, her parents go down to the cafeteria and Elias still sits by his sister’s side. The doctors said she is fine, the tests basically confirmed that it’s temporary amnesia and within a few hours she should start remembering thing, probably older memories first. 

Another while later Elias leaves Sana’s hospital room. Yousef’s head snaps up and he looks at Elias questioningly. 

“Did something happen?”

Elias can clearly hear the worry in Yousef’s voice. Elias has been sitting by his sister’s side for a couple of hours now, in which she just slept. All that time Yousef didn’t move from this hall. All he did was walk up and down or sit, facing the door. 

Elias shakes his head. “No, don’t worry. I just need to use the bathroom. Maybe you want to go in there? Just so she’s not alone if she wakes up while I’m gone.”

Yousef immediately stands up and goes to the door. Before he opens it he thinks of something. Elias is not too far away yet so Yousef calls after him. 

“Did you cover her hair again?”

Elias doesn’t know if he should laugh, roll his eyes or cry because his best friend, and his little sister’s boyfriend, is such a nice and thoughtful guy. Yousef just waits for an answer with raised eyebrows until Elias nods. 

Only then he opens the door slowly and closes it quietly behind him. He tries to be as quiet as possible and sits down on the chair right next to the bed. His eyes wander along Sana’s body that is covered by a blanket as if he could see if there are any injuries. 

She’s lying on her back, one hand just at the edge of the bed. Yousef leans forward to take her hand in his but stops millimetres away. His hand hovers over hers but he shakes his head and withdraws his hand. She’s sleeping, probably still not remembering that he is her boyfriend. It would be wrong. 

Yousef rests his elbows on his knees and looks at Sana. She looks so peaceful when she sleeps. But it’s still unsettling. She’s lying in a hospital bed. The doctor said she should be fine but that she is still in the hospital makes Yousef feel unsure. Rationally, he knows that it’s just for safety measures but he has never been the most rational person. Sana is the rational person in his life that helps him see things from that perspective.

It’s a bit eerie. There is barely any sound in the room. The sun is setting so there is not much light either. But he somehow gets used to the silence in the room, right when Sana starts waking up and turning in the bed. 

Yousef sits up straight and braces himself for another comment like: Oh, Elias’ friend is here. 

Sana finally turns to the side Yousef sits at. She blinks a few times and slowly sits up. Her eyes wander all over Yousef’s face and all he can think is that she’s going to ask him to leave. Something in the way she looks at him tells him she still doesn’t remember him being her boyfriend. It’s okay, he tells himself, it’ll come sometime soon.

“Yousef.”, she says and stops. She tilts her head lightly and furrows her eyebrows. “What are you doing here? ”, she looks down on herself and along the bed and mumbles: “What am I doing here?”

Yousef tries to sound calm to not freak her out: “You fell after basketball practice and hit your head. But don’t worry, there’s nothing too serious.”

Looking a bit confused Sana nods and her hand goes to touch her head. She blinks a few more times and Yousef wonders what the best thing to do would be. She doesn’t know why he would be here instead of her brother. If she doesn’t remember the past months.

“Maybe I should go get Elias.”, he says and stands up. He doesn’t get to go far because he feels how a soft hand slips into his and tucks him back. Now he is confused but starts getting happier and happier by the second. With a step back to the bed he looks at Sana who smiles at him, showing her dimples, which makes him start grinning.

“Elias will come soon enough. Having my boyfriend here with me now is good enough.”