you were more important

should you read homestuck?

have you ever wished harry potter had more memes? is your favorite part of video games the sound design? are you fascinated by mysterious internet cryptids? do you yearn for the day that will smith is recognized as an important pop culture icon? do you wish you were more comfortable with writing in the second person point of view or verbs that start with the letter a? do you have a lot of free time?

Here’s a list of all of the things in both TG and TG:Re that Touka has done that had nothing to do with Kaneki. And I’m probably missing some things.

TG:

  • Survive for years on the street in order to take care of both herself and her younger brother.
  • Fights off Tsukiyama and other brutal ghouls in order to take care of both herself and her younger brother.
  • Go to school in order to better blend in with humans and try to live a normal life so that she and her brother could be safe.
  • Become good friends with a human girl despite distrusting most humans (and for good reason given the life that she’s led).
  • Bonds with Hinami and Ryouko.
  • Fights off Nishiki (in order to save Kaneki, though she doesn’t realize she is saving Kaneki at first. It’s implied that Touka had fought Nishiki before, as well as other ghouls who try to disrupt the peace of the 20th ward).
  • Saves Hide from Kaneki. Brings Hide back to anteiku for care even though she didn’t have to and could have just left him in the alleyway.
  • Attempt to get revenge on the Doves for killing Ryouko.
  • Spreads false information to the CCG about Hinami in order for them to lose her trail.
  • Fights and kills Mado after he tries to kill Hinami in order to protect the younger girl.
  • Realizes that revenge is wrong because Mado has a family and killing continues the cycle of death and destruction that lead to her father’s death/disappearance.
  • Takes Hinami into her home and cares for her.
  • Helps to save Nishiki’s life from Tsukiyama.
  • Spares Kimi
  • Tries to get into Kamii in order to major in biology and learn more about why ghouls are the way that they are.
  • Talks to Shinohara and Juuzou in Roma’s place since the girl is “afraid” of the doves.
  • Displays such intense loyalty that she wants to go and die during the anteiku raid because she doesn’t want to abandon her new family.

TG:RE:

  • While Re is made in part to give Kaneki a place to return to, it also seems to serve a similar purpose as anteiku, as a peaceful place for ghouls to congregate. It’s implied hat she, Yomo, and Nishiki also enforce peace and stability among ghouls in their ward give that she takes part in other rescue efforts and seems to send Nishiki out to help with early scuffles in TG:RE.
  • Is the leader of Re:. Both Yomo and Nishiki defer to her and take orders from her.
  • Gives flowers to Shinohara as a way to gain personal closure to what she feels is an endless and pointless cycle of death and revenge.
  • Seems to know about the clowns and knows about Uta’s part in the clowns. Both she and Yomo use him as an informant.
  • Saves Tsukiyama, even though she doesn’t have to. Puts herself in danger to do this.
  • Takes part in the cochlea raid to rescue Hinami.
  • Makes up with her brother for their previous volatile relationship.
  • Saves Hinami. Reprimands her lovingly.
  • Fights Aura and that other guy in order to help save Hinami, her brother, and her uncle.
  • Takes the force of hive mind with her kagune in order to save Hinami, her brother, and her uncle.
  • Allows squad 0 and all of the ghouls who are now apart of GOAT a place to stay at Re:
  • Talks to Amon at her own behest in order to reach closure with him. Encourages him to speak to Akira.
  • Reaches closure with Akira. Changes Akira’s mind about revenge and ghouls. Gets Akira to make up with Hinami.
  • Takes care of the aogiri children and offers them a place to live.
  • During the 24th ward raid, she fights to kill some of the oggai, and protects the weaker ghouls and children.
  • Comes up with a plan to guide the weaker ghouls and children to safety.
  • Injures Hajime after he injures Hinami.
  • Takes on leadership role to protect the weaker ghouls and children instead of running off on her own, even though she could cover more ground alone or just with Hinami.

So, it’s almost like – Touka has all kinds of interesting character dynamics and motivations that has nothing to do with her husband and unborn child. It’s almost like she’s still an interesting character that is doing a lot of things EVEN STILL that has nothing to do with Kaneki. It’s almost like a woman falling in love and getting married doesn’t immediately cancel out every interesting thing about her that existed previously! And brace yourselves for this – she still is doing a lot of things that have absolutely nothing to do with Kaneki even after marrying him!

Wow, what a shocker.

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black sails nine nine  – Flint and Gates
#tryingtosoundstraight #forthekicks

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reasons to stan monsta x [3/x] : usually the first person is ceo when it comes to thank you speech but wonho thanked monbebes first out of anyone he could think of :’)

Sick of Being Weak

Lance woke up, head heavy and nose running. He stumbled into the bathroom he shared with Keith, but hit the floor before he could reach the toilet. The familiar feeling of his mouth filling with spit came and Lance tried to swallow it. Instead, he caught the vomit coming up and choked, hands scratching at the floor before he managed to cough it up.


Rolling from his stomach to his side, Lance felt another round coming and crawled to the toilet. He sat there, puking until all that came up was acid and dry heaves. After a while, Lance managed to stand up. The mess he made of the floor would have to be dealt with, but Lance felt so weak.


With shaking legs and shuddering breaths, Lance managed to clean the floor with a wet towel. Stepping into the shower, Lance turned the cold all the way up before slipping down the wall. Still in his boxers, Lance struggled to get them off.


Eventually, Lance set them on the shower floor. Letting himself relax a bit, he slipped off into a deep sleep.


Later, Lance woke up to the sound of Keith and Shiro yelling his name. Lance shivered, blue lips opening and closing as he struggled to get a proper breath.


Slitting his eyes open as much as he could, Lance tried to struggle when someone lifted him.


“I’m-” Lance managed to mumble before throwing himself from Shiro’s arms.


Surprised at the sudden action and with a slippery hold, Lance fell. Immediately, he started heaving. Coughing and shaking, the blue paladin fought the blackness clouding the edges of his vision. Someone rubbed his back and Lance sobbed at the pain of his stomach cramping.


I have nothing left to puke! Just please stop…


Lance slipped, sliding to the floor. Before he could fully hit it though, Shiro picked him up again. Lance blacked out, but he did see Shiro’s frown and thought one last thing to himself.


You really are uselessly weak, aren’t you?


When Lance came to, it was to the cryopod he was in opening. At first, he thought he was alone. But then Keith stood up from where he sat next to the pod. Still in full armor, Keith told the others that Lance was awake.


“Lance.” Keith said, hands out as he stared at the Cuban. “Do you still feel sick?”


Lance tried to shake his head, but a dizzy feeling came over him. He felt hands grabbing his arms before he was gently lowered to the floor.


“Guys, I think something is wrong with Lance.” Keith said into his communicator, ignoring everyone’s replies as he focused on Lance.


“Wat- Water.” Lance got out, throat and tongue feeling like someone washed them with steel wool.


Keith stood up, going to a fridge-like cabinet where water pouches kept cool. Grabbing as many as would fit in his arms, he jogged back over to Lance. As he sat beside him, Keith heard the door behind him open and the others ran in.


Keith helped Lance sit up and pushed a water pouch into his hands. Next to Keith, Pidge and Shiro fussed while Hunk sat across from him.


“Lance.” Shiro said.


Lance looked up from his water pouch, but everyone could see how hazy his eyes were. Once Shiro saw Lance’s eyes focus on him, he continued.


“Coran said that you’ve been like this for days, according to the pod. Why wouldn’t you say anything?”


Lance mumbled something, but not even Keith heard it. Hunk nudged him and Lance sighed, sucking in the rest of the pouch before setting it aside.


“I had no place to.” Lance said, eyes on his hands that twisted together. “I could still pilot and I do bad in training all the time anyway, so.”


Lance shrugged. To him, being sick when other things were more important was simply a hindrance. Instead, you do what needs to be done and sleep it off. Except, a recent rise in Galra activity kept Lance from the rest he needed to heal.


“Lance.” Hunk whispered, voice exasperated. “Is this like the time you collapsed in the sim?”


At everyone else’s confused looks, Hunk elaborated.


“Lance’s family is big and always a little poor. When one person got sick, everyone else did too. Lance took it upon himself to help the other get better quicker. In his eyes, he had the least responsibilities due to being youngest.” Hunk patted Lance hair as he noticed the other start to nod off. “So when Lance gets sick, he doesn’t really rest. He just keeps going and then sleeps whenever he can to get better. I guess that doesn’t work when there isn’t any time for extra sleep.”


Shiro sighed, but decided to let Lance sleep. Everyone cleared out, but Keith carried Lance back to his room. Setting Lance on his bed, Keith made sure the temperature would be enough to help Lance and settled on the floor to wait.

Teen Dad Two

Teen Dad Two

Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: none I think lol

A/N: If you want a part 3, let me know. Again, if this does not get much request for part three (which is most likely a last part) then it ends here. I hope you guys like it as much (or even more) than the first one :) I larb you guys lots!

Tagged: @wannabe-weasley @littlemisscaptainfandom  @left-boob-chris @briannareneea985

Teen Dad (PART ONE)


“Did he really just say ’I still have that Stark Internship after all’?” you thought.

Is he saying that being Spider-Man is more important than you two’s future?

Even May was surprised.

“Is that all you care about Peter?”

“It’s my future (Y/n)!”

“And this baby isn’t?!”

May walked up to Peter, I think she was about to slap him, but you stopped her before she could even pass you.

“I just don’t think I could be a dad yet (Y/n). Wh– what are you going to do?”

“What am I going to do?”

He nods. Wow.

You scoff, scratching the back of your head.

“I can’t believe you right now,” you said quietly, looking away from him.

You turn to him slowly.

“I’m going to raise this baby by myself. If you’re not going to help me.”

And with that, you got up and walked away. Stopping by the door, you turn to Aunt May.

“I’ll keep you updated May.”

Then you turn to Peter.

“See you around Pete.”

And with that, you were gone. No pleading for you to stay, no ‘I’m sorry (Y/n), I didn’t mean to. Please don’t go.’ Not even a text, or a call. There might be some tears. Though you didn’t see them, you saw his eyes shining, covered with a thin layer of unshattered tears.

I guess this was it.


It’s been a few weeks since the day you told Peter. Still no word from him.

You were now a month and a half along. Still not showing.

You got new sonogram pictures. You would stop by Peter’s to give them to Aunt May. Peter was never there. Being Spider-Man seems like his only priority.

Winter Break was starting, you finished your last final of the first semester. This was the first time you got through a final without having a ‘study date’ with Peter the week before.

Walking through the hallways of Midtown, you saw Peter for the first time in weeks. He was taking out books from his locker, while talking to Ned.

You sucked it up, holding your head up high, and walking right past him. He didn’t even flinch, continuously talking to Ned.

“Dude, she just walked past you. What are you doing? I haven’t seen you talking in weeks! What is going on?”

“It’s complicated Ned.”

“Seriously, what’s happening between you too?”

Peter looks at him with a stern face, opening his locker wider for him to see.

“Woah, are you serious?”

Inside his locker door was two ultrasounds pictures. The first one you ever got taken and the second one you just took. You gave two to Aunt May, just incase Peter decided to care.

“Is it (Y/n)’s?”

Peter scoffs, giving Ned a shove, “of course it’s hers! Who else would it be?”

Ned holds his hands up, “alright. Geez.”

Peter looks at him silently before slamming his locker close.

“What am I going to do Ned?”

“What do you want to do?”

“I don’t want to lose her, but then again, I’m not ready to be a dad either!”

He sighs, rubbing his face, “I can’t take care of a baby and the world at the same time.”

“The world? That’s what the Avengers are for.”

“Alright, then the city.”

“Which one do you think is more important? Being Spider-Man or being with (Y/n)?”

Peter looks at his best friend, then the ground, “I don’t know Ned. I love being Spider-Man, but I love (Y/n) too. I have no idea what to do.”

He looks back up to him.

“I’m scared.”


When you got home, you ran straight to your room, ignoring your mom’s question.

“How was your day sweetie?”

She says it everyday, and everyday you replied with a sniffle.

You jumped on your bed, crying for the millionth time. You actually saw him today, and he didn’t even notice you. He really doesn’t care does he?

You lay there, for the rest of the day.

“This is how I’m going to be spending the next two weeks aren’t I?” you asked yourself.

“No, no you’re not.”

You turn around to see your mom standing at the door.

“What do you mean I’m not? I’ve been spending the last few weeks like this and I think I’m starting to get used to it.”

She walks towards you, sitting at the foot of your bed.

“You need to stop crying about Peter.”

“Why mom? Why? I can’t help it that it upsets me that a stupid ‘internship’ is more important than our relationship.”

Your mom looks at your face with concern, wiping away the tears that stained your cheeks.

“I promise, everything will be alright.”

You nod.

Because you trusted her words.

Because your mom never broke a promise.


Peter climbed out the window, wearing his suit, swinging across the city.

He stopped at the roof of one building, just comfortably sitting at the edge, eating a churro.

“Hello? Mr. Stark? I just wanted to know if I have any missions to go to this coming week? I just got out of school. I have winter break for two weeks, so I’m free for whenever you need me!”

“Nope! We got everything covered! Enjoy your winter break Spidey, by–”

“Wait! Mr. Stark! What if you have any emergency missions? Call me?”

“Spidey– listen– we have everything under control alright? Just enjoy your break. Spend time with your girlfriend or something. (Y/n) right?”

Peter suddenly felt his heart drop, looking down at the cars and shops below him.

“Yeah, about that–” Peter scratches his head. He can feel a knot beginning to form in his throat.

“Mr. Stark?”

“What is it Peter?”

“I made a huge mistake and I still don’t know what to do about it.”

Peter had tears streaming down his cheeks. He runs his fingers through his messy curls.

“I– I don’t know what to do..”


Peter waited in front of Starbucks, then, a car pulled up to him.

The windows roll down slowly, “Get in.”

Peter nodded, getting into the black car.

“So what happened Pete? What’s got you so down?”

Peter looks up at Tony, “(Y/n)’s pregnant, and I didn’t react the way she wanted me too when she told me and we haven’t talked for weeks.”

Tony scoffs, “that’s it? Why? You didn’t start crying? Or screaming ‘oh my gosh this is amazing!’? Girls always expect so much more, don’t they?”

Peter shook his head ‘no’, “No, it wasn’t like that Mr. Stark.”

“Then what happened?”

Peter inhaled deeply, “I told her that I wasn’t ready to be a dad because I had to be Spider-Man and I can’t do those two at once.”

Tony looks at him with a shocked expression, shaking his head and turning away from him.

“And why would you say that?” he said, after a moment of looking out the window.

Peter shrugged, “I don’t know? Because it’s true?”

“You care about being Spider-Man more than (Y/n)?”

“I– I don’t know?”

“Then why’d you say it?”

“I don’t know! Maybe because being Spider-Man would be better than being a dad.”

Tony shook his head.

“Peter. Do you like not having a dad?”

“No? Why would you say that?”

“Then why are you doing that to your own child? You’re really leaving (Y/n) to be Spider-Man?”

“Well, if you think about it, I’d be saving a lot of lives.”

“And how does that work?”

“Well… if I stay with (Y/n) and raise the baby, I would be taking care of two lives. Her and the baby right? But if I become Spider-Man, I’d be saving millions of lives.”

“But whose lives are more important to you?”

“My family of course.”

“And who are your family?”

“Aunt May and (Y/n).”

“Well so which are you choosing, being Spider-Man, or being a dad?”

“I told you, I don’t know.”

Tony rolls his eyes, this kid is just not getting it.

“Peter, I’m saying this one more time. You said your family’s lives are more important to you, yes?”

“Yeah.”

“If you were out right now, as Spidey, and you’re alone and you spot two crimes while swinging across buildings. One: A bank is getting robbed, the employees are held at gunpoint. Two: (Y/n)’s getting robbed and having a gun to her head. Who would you go to?”

“(Y/n).”

“But more people would die if you don’t stop the bank robbery. If you go to (Y/n), only one life would be saved.”

Peter looked down, and thought about it.

“Do you understand now?”

He nods, before getting out of the car and running off.

Not another word to Tony Stark.

— aquiver 06 | (m)

aquiver (adj.) [uh-kwiv-er] in a state of trepidation or vibrant agitation; trembling; quivering

pairing— min yoongi x reader
genre/warnings—angst, romance, smut and then more angst…
words— 12,865

:: summary— Yoongi can’t remember the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm, then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand jobs for a living…

note— inspired by the novella ‘The Grownup’ by Gillian Flynn, literally just the main character’s past occupation haha

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Happy Anniversary, OTP!

It wasn’t exactly 2004, it was January 2005 or possibly at another life…

But it’s okay, it’s been over 12 years of love so emotion makes us prone to slips.

The important thing is that you have a fond memory of the moment that changed your lives forever. You remember time and place and even what was said…

It was such a turning point in both your lives you just couldn’t shut up about it. Even your friends knew what was going on…

And then it all started.

“I think the reason Jensen and I got along so well was because we didn’t really go about bonding… It didn’t feel like a blind date. It felt like we were continuing a relationship as opposed to saying, ‘All right, we’re supposed to hang out with each other…’ or something. We just sort of hung out… We just hit it off immediately. There’s no rhyme or reason to what happened.”

Yes, we noticed…

It was kinda hard not to…

It was just so much love…

So, so much love…

That some people freaked out and measures were taken…

It was a hard blow…

With huge emotional side-effects…

That until today you still have to deal with….

It wasn’t easy…

All the hiding…

Until one day, you were able to put your foot down and one important battle was won…

A new chapter started, where yes, there was still hiding, but not so much…

Words were spoken…

Sometimes not so much but we got it anyway…

And the eyes…. Ah, the eyes…

It was clear you were IT for each other, that you were THE ONE:

That despite all the deflection that still has to be made, you are as much a married couple as I’ve ever seen…

Then you showed us that PADACKLES that has always meant PADALECKI & ACKLES only, extended to PADACKLES FAMILY:

It hasn’t been easy these past 11 years…

But what a 💞RIDE 💞they have been! 

What a 💖JOURNEY💖! 

💕💓💕💓💕💓💕💓💕💓💕💓💕💓💕💓💕💓💕💓💕💓💕💓💕💓

God has given you the gift of True Love and finding your Soulmate in this life. You were wise enough to realize that NOTHING should be more important than true love. You sacrificed a lot and you were absolutely right. The moment you realized that you had found the love of your life you cherished him and did everything in your power to nurture and preserve this relationship. I couldn’t have been more proud. I wish you LOVE and PEACE and that one day you don’t have to hide. I wish you COURAGE and that you do not listen to any voices but the ones coming from both your hearts. You made me believe True Love exists. I will be forever grateful. 

Long Live THE EPIC LOVE STORY OF JENSEN AND HIS JARED!

You. Oh God, how I wish things turned out differently between us. I still believe that everything that we had was real, against the very notion that all of that were mere illusions and our minds tricking us to believe that it was “love.” Because if it wasn’t, it wouldn’t hurt me this much. You told me this isn’t love; this is not what real love looked like. That we were just two teenagers on the internet who fell in love with the “idea” of each other. But my heart’s too stubborn and kept on denying and rejecting such notion.
Maybe you didn’t love me just as much as I loved you or maybe you didn’t love me at all. Maybe you fell in love with the idea of me and I fell in love with you wholeheartedly. I was important to you, and you were so much more for me. And it wasn’t your fault. It’s not your fault that I choose to love you.
—  the story of us // one (s.j.)
jealous

summary; shawn gets jealous when another guy comes into the picture, but he doesn’t exactly know how to voice his feelings

warning; slight profanity

MASTERLIST || REQUEST


Having a best friend that also was the captain of the basketball team definitely had its perks. You’d always have a front row seat saved for you at every game, and because Shawn didn’t have a girlfriend, you were the person he’d ask to wear his jersey around school on game days. This usually left many girls at your school envious, but you were grateful to be walking around campus with your best friend’s last name on your back. It was a nice feeling knowing that between all of the girls that threw themselves at Shawn and his other friends, you were that one that he asked to be wearing his number and name.

The game tonight would be a big match-up for your school, North High, as the basketball team would be playing your long time rival, West Bay Academy. It was often a game that was packed especially since it was a home game for North High School, and it was a game you didn’t wanna miss. What brought the match-up even more hype was how this game would determine who moved on to regionals since both the North High and West Bay basketball teams were undefeated.

The game has been the only thing Shawn has talked about since last season when the team came short and lost by just two points. It also didn’t help that he already had some beef with West Bay’s team captain, Nathan Martin, which was another reason why he wanted to win so bad. He’s only brought up Nathan once, but that was enough for you to know that he didn’t like the boy. Your childhood bestfriend never told you why he hated him so much, but you knew it’s been another motive and reason for Shawn to win this game. Ever since then, he’s been on the court from dusk to dawn training and perfecting his shots and skill. Both being seniors, you understood how much Shawn wanted this win under his belt before graduating from North High as his excitement soon became yours aswell. It concerned you how often he was working out, but you knew how much he wanted to take this win for the school and himself.

You took your seat in the blue stand as students wearing blue and black, your school colors, started flooding the room. Soon enough, the gym was crowded with people from both North High and West Bay, meaning the game would start any minute.

Right as that though occurred, the cheerleaders ran across the court and did their usual mini routine before your principal at the microphone introduced the teams. You couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear as you saw Shawn run out of the locker room doors. You could already see the concentration and hunger in his usually bright, topaz eyes. Bringing yourself to your feet, you cheered loudly for Shawn as they introduced him as a part of the team’s starting five. His eyes searched for you in the crowd until his eyes met yours. Winking at you before turning his attention back on the refs, you were left with a creeping pink blush.

You weren’t gonna deny it when it came to your best friend; Shawn was definitely good-looking and had a smile that would send any person into the sky. He knew all of the right words to flatter someone, and he knew how to treat people. He was charming all around, making it no mystery why so many girls craved to be acknowledged by him. Admittedly, you had a major crush on him in your sophomore year and many grades leading up to that, but you quickly pushed away the thought and possibility of ruining a great friendship between the two of you. The two of you have known each other since the 2nd grade and you didn’t want to put that on the line. Embarrassingly enough, you still might’ve had a small crush on him, but luckily it was tiny enough to be able to push to the side. Shawn never showed any signs of being interested in you – not like you were his type anyways. He always seemed to go for the more outgoing and loud girls, someone who’d balance out his just as chirpy personality.

All while reevaluating your feelings for Shawn, all 10 players on the court circled around the center of the floor for the jump. The suspense was already thickening at the air, the crowd silent as the referee tossed the ball into the air. You clapped as the ball was passed to Shawn, who was already making his way through the tall defenders. He hastily yet smoothly dribbled up to the three-point line to shoot, exactly how you’d seen him do behind closed doors in practice a million times. As the net made the sound of a ‘swish’ you and the crowd went wild.

All in the same minute, a player from the opposing team went in for the layup successfully, making the score an already tight 3-2, with Shawn’s team leading. This was going to be a game for the books.

By halftime, North High was winning with a comfortable yet high 73-56 on the scoreboard. Shawn had already dropped 24 of those points, and you couldn’t be any happier for your best friend. All of his hard work was finally being showcased in front of everyone tonight, and by the look on his face, you knew Shawn was thinking the same. He was definitely humble about his talents, but always appreciated the praise that came from the rowdy student crowd.

When the referee blew the whistle indicating the third quarter would be starting in a matter of seconds, a wink that was sent your way caught your eye. It wasn’t the familiar silly type of wink that belonged to Shawn, but it was from a player on West Bay’s team. You didn’t recognize him, but that didn’t stop you from blushing for the second time tonight. You looked away to cover the rising red hue coming to your face but as you looked up, the unknown player was still looking at you, adorned with his bright smile. Sure, he was cute, but you brushed it off your shoulder suspecting that the gesture probably wasn’t even meant for you.

Your cue to snap out of your daydreams came when the crowd roared again, telling you that someone had scored. The score moved up to 75-56, meaning North High just got another two points. Looking around for who might’ve gotten those points, your questions were answered when you heard the gym chant Shawn’s name. Before you had any more time to ponder, Shawn stole the ball from the other team, sprinting down the court with the ball dribbling in his right hand. His arms and legs flexed as he worked on taking the ball down the court. You couldn’t help but stare at his back muscles stiffly flexing through the thin material of his jersey. Shawn slightly turned his head to look over his shoulder, making sure no one was there to stop him. Leaping, he went in for the dunk, making it. Rising to your feet alongside the rest of your school, you cheered for Shawn and the dunk. At least his long noodle legs were finally good for something you giggled to yourself.

This night couldn’t have gotten any better for Shawn. Not only had he scored over a third of North High’s points for tonight, but it looked like the win would be going to him and his team tonight. You could see the passion and excitement shine through him as he ran down the court with a grin.

By the time there was only ten seconds remaining in the last quarter, you checked the score to see it be 103-89. You knew that there was no way West Bay would be able to catch up by now, and ran down the court to congratulate Shawn and the team once the timer drained and the sound of buzzer consumed the whole gym.

He immediately brought you in for a hug as soon as you tapped his shoulder.

“Hey watch it, you’re sweaty and smelly,” You teased at your best friend.

“Oh shut it, Y/N. Don’t kill my vibe,” Shawn laughed back. He was still energetic from the adrenaline of the game, his arms shaking off the nerves that he usually gathered from any match.

“I’m so proud of you. You kicked some butt out there,” You said, hugging Shawn tighter.

The two of you hugged for who knows how long before he was forced to let go by his waiting team. They all lined up near the microphone and huddled around the coach and principal. Some were even making their own circle around Shawn who without a doubt, had been the star player tonight.

“Everyone congratulate your new district champs! They will be moving on to regionals in two weeks!” Your principal enthusiastically shouted through the mic. If the gym wasn’t already loud with school pride, it definitely was now. The trophy was handed to Shawn as he raised it towards the ceiling, marking your school’s basketball team as the new champions. A year’s worth of hard work payed off, and you were more than glad to witness the important night for your bestfriend and school.

After all was said and done, Shawn headed back to the locker room with his team to freshen up before the two of you would go out for a celebratory dinner. It was a tradition for the two of you to always go to the diner a few minutes away from the school to celebrate a win. Shawn even ditched the rest of his team to go, and even though you insisted to raincheck on the dinner, he wouldn’t budge. You loved how he always out your friendship in front of everything else, and it almost made you feel selfish for taking him away from his team especially on this special night.

While you were waiting in the stands watching the court and gym clear out, the same person who winked at you earlier seemed to be approaching and waving at you. Looking around to see if he was trying to grab someone else’s attention you were the only person in your stand’s area to your dismay. Telling yourself to calm down and to just be yourself, you shot him a smile in return.

The boy had straight brown hair – slightly lighter than Shawn’s – and the brightest blue eyes. Similar to your best friend, he was sweaty and looked just as tired from just playing the intense game that just took place moments ago.

You mentally slapped yourself for probably staring too long, but he was definitely cute. Okay, he was hot.

He stopped just a few feet away from you before he introduced himself. “Hey, I’m know that we don’t know each other, but I’d like that to change,” he said while scratching the back of his head. “I saw you from the stands and couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are,” The boy said to you as you raised your eyebrows. “Oh, and I promise I don’t go doing this to every girl I see at games,” He explained as if he was just reading your thoughts.

You giggled and took your chance, “Well, I’d love to get to know you too. You’re from West Bay?” You ask, trying to carry on the conversation. Immediately, you realize how dumb you sounded. He’s wearing a West Bay jersey, and just played in the game, what do you think, idiot?

He didn’t point out your stupid question but instead nodded his head and laughed. “Yep! I’m Nate, by the way,” He stuck out his hand and you shook it.

“Y/N,” You introduced yourself. The name ‘Nate’ sounded awfully familiar, but you couldn’t put your tongue on it.

“Oh, you did really good tonight, by the way,” You added for courtesy even though your eyes were only on Shawn the whole night.

“Thank you,” He laughed. “Although it’s a little hard to play well when you see a gorgeous girl in the stands,” He said as you covered your hot face. This boy knew what he was doing to you, and he didn’t need you to respond to know that his flirting had an effect on you.

“Anyways,” He snapped you out of your embarrassment, “Here’s my number. Maybe we can talk and hang out in the next week or two? I gotta go, but hopefully we’ll see each other very soon. Bye Y/N,” Nate said before giving you another smile and wink before walking towards the gym exit.

Taking the slip of paper that had his scribbled digits, you wave him goodbye. You probably looked crazy, staring off into no where, but your mind instantly brought you to the perfect date setting. Nate would be there, and the two of you would be laughing, learning about one another, and enjoying each other’s company.

Noticing that Shawn was heading out of the locker room, you ran over to him and gave the now freshened up boy a hug. “I don’t know if I told you this yet, but you did amazing tonight, Shawny. I’m so proud of my bestfriend!” You squealed. “And that dunk? Oh my gosh, I wish I got that on camera! What a way to end the season, huh?” You raved.

“I’m glad you enjoyed the game,” He chuckled, reaching his hand over to your head to mess up your hair.

“You know I’d never miss one of your games,” You replied while wrapping an arm around his waist. It was like the perfect fit, especially since he was so much taller and bigger than you.

Shawn thanked you and draped his long arm over your shoulders. The two of you talked more about the game and future championships for a little before he stopped mid sentence to ask another question.

“What’s up with you?” Shawn continued walking over to the stands with you. “You’re red as a tomato and won’t stop laughing like an idiot. Oh my gosh, please don’t tell me it’s because of that boy you were talking to,” He giggles while lightly nudging your shoulder.

You don’t even try to lie to him.

“Oh crap, you saw that?” You chuckle to yourself before starting, “Okay, well, this guy who played on West Bay’s team came up to me and we just talked for a little,” You said, hoping that Shawn wouldn’t prod into the details any further.

“Hmm… are you sure that’s all that happened?” Shawn joked with a serious tone underlying in his question. He knew you were hiding something.

“Okay, okay, fine. He also gave me his number and might’ve maybe called me gorgeous. He asked to hang out soon, but I’m pretty sure he just said that to be nice,” You spill.

Shawn’s eyebrows perked up for a split second before he recovered. “Aww, my little Y/N is growing up and getting some,” He wiggled his thick eyebrows, as you groaned into his side. “What’s his name? Do you think he’s cute?” He always asked these type of questions when you talked about any guy you met.

You might’ve been excited, but that didn’t stop you from noticing that Shawn’s body had straightened and that he had a forced smile all while saying this. His flat tone was a dead giveaway that he wasn’t as ecstatic about Nate as you. Deciding that it was probably from how tired he was, you didn’t press on.

“I think he said it was Nate,” You answer, not completely sure. “He was pretty good looking, I guess.”

You wait for a reply from Shawn, but it never comes. Turning to your right to face him, his jaw is tightened and fists are clenched. As the two of you walk around the gym to greet everyone who came out to watch, you became aware of how Shawn lost the excitement he usually had after a win. His thank you’s sounded empty and conversations seemed rushed as if he didn’t want to be in the gym anymore.

“Shawn? Everything alright? You’re not gonna tell me how you think the game went? Not even about all those threes you made?” You ask worriedly. You tried mentioning the game’s highlights in hopes of getting a few words out of Shawn, but you found yourself receiving no answer from your childhood bestfriend.

Did you do something wrong? You’ve known him since the two of you were seven, but you’ve never seen this type of expression on his face. His usually chirpy and bright face was now traded with…anger? This was like the face he would make when he’d talk about beating West Bay, but almost even worse.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” He says through his teeth. Shawn’s fists were clenching around his car keys.

You were about to say something about dinner to lighten the mood, but you got cut off by Shawn.

“You said Nate was his name?” He questions while you nod in confirmation.

“Brown hair?” You nod.

“Nice smile?” You nod.

“Blue eyes?” You find yourself nodding again, confused. Did Shawn know Nate? You didn’t remember seeing anyone like Nate at last year’s game, but then again, it was a year ago.

Fuckboy?” Shawn says, emphasizing this description from the others.

Taken aback for a minute, you stop in your tracks.

“Excuse me?” You question.

“Un-fucking-believable,” You catch Shawn muttering under his breath as he briskly walks away from you.

You get close enough to him to grab his arm and somewhat slow him down.

“What are you going on about Shawn? Do you know him?”

“Does the name Nathan Martin maybe lighten a damn light bulb in that head of yours?” Shawn snaps, and your eyes widen. No wonder why the name ‘Nate’ sounded so familiar, it must’ve been a nickname that he used of Nathan.

Wait,” You pause, “You’re telling me that the Nate who just tried to hit on me,” You stop again, “Is the same very Nathan that you’ve had beef with for the last year? The same very person that you claim to hate?”

Your best friend nods, but never meets your stare. How did you not recognize the name the minute Nate introduced himself to you? You felt stupid, but didn’t understand why Shawn had to be so harsh. Was he jealous? No, he couldn’t be. He doesn’t like you and has never showed any interest in you. Maybe you were overthinking things, but you had your reasons.

Before you could say anything else, he’s already back to walking away from you. Figuring that it’d be best to not press him on until you guys were sitting in the car, you quietly trail behind the six foot boy. His footsteps are rushed, making it hard for you to keep up with him. You almost have to run to his car to make sure he wouldn’t drive off without you.

Once you click the seat belt of your passenger seat, you look over to look at Shawn’s face. His features are a little more relaxed, but he’s gripping the steering wheel so tight, that his knuckles are showing white. This was the last scenario you would’ve imagined to happen, especially after a win that Shawn has been going on about for the past year.

You wait for when you’re halfway to the restaurant to resume the conversation you and Shawn had in the gym.

“Shawn?” You speak barely above a whisper.

“Yes Y/N?” He sighs while keeping his eyes on the road ahead.

“Why do you hate Nathan so much? Like I get that you were mad about the loss last year, but there has to be another reason. You can trust me, Shawn.” You coo.

Taking a deep breath, Shawn looks you in the eyes. “You really wanna know?” He asks, while you frantically nod your head ‘yes’.

He waits a few seconds before he begins. “Do you remember the girl I had a huge crush on at the beginning of junior year?”

A little hurt at the memory, you nod your head. You knew Shawn had a crush on a girl last year, but he never went into much detail on what happened between the two of them. You both considered each other your bestfriends, but when it came to dating, Shawn was always closed off about his romantic life. All you knew was that she went to West Bay and that they talked back and forth a lot. Not a day went by that Shawn wouldn’t mention how much he liked the girl, but one day it all stopped. When you tried to ask him what happened, he’d get upset and would try to change the subject.

“Well as you know, she went to West Bay and we had a thing. Ask anyone, and they’d say the same. We were exclusive, but not exclusive if that makes sense? We had a thing for each other, but it was nothing official.” He tried to explain the complicated relationship.

You gesture for him to go on with the story.

“We talked back and forth and even went on some dates for a few months before I finally decided to man up and ask her out one night. I was so nervous, but I just wanted to be able to call her mine. I was so head over heels for this girl, it was insane,” He closes his eyes at the stop light as if he were reminiscing.

“The night I was going to ask her out, I was going to decorate her room with balloons and flowers, and then ask her to be my girlfriend. Cliche, I know, but I didn’t know any better way. I texted her and when she told me she was out of the house and busy, I headed straight to her house where her mom let me in after I explained everything. When I got to her room, the lights were already on, but I didn’t think much of it until I heard some noise coming from behind the door. I know I should’ve knocked, but I stupidly opened the door to see Nathan Martin and the girl of my dreams at the time sucking off each other’s faces and practically naked. If I were to open the door any later, I’m pretty sure I would’ve walked in on a much worse scene,” Shawn paused for a minute and slowed into the parking lot of your favorite food spot.

To say the least, you were completely speechless. You didn’t know whether to hug him or tell him to drive you to the girl’s house so you could beat the living shit out of her. You were protective of your bestfriend, and tried to hold in your slight anger that was bubbling inside you.

“I-I’m so sorry, Shawn. No one should have to go through that,” You said while putting your hand on his. “She didn’t deserve you. It was her loss.”

“But wait, there’s more,” Your best friend says in a sarcastic tone. “When I confronted her, she told me that she was only using me as a rebound and a way to get Nate, her ex-boyfriend, back. She chose him over me and told me to leave. I don’t know if it was because I was so embarrassed or hurt, but I was crushed. I’m obviously way over it, but I remember being so upset over it that I didn’t leave my room for the next two weeks. After that day and the night of last year’s game, I wanted to whoop him and his stupid little West Bay team’s ass. Nathan stole what would’ve been my girl; he took away the girl I was crazy for,” He stopped talking to close his eyes. His face no longer showed anger or hate, but instead remorse and hurt. The diner’s bright sign lit up his now calm face, bringing the conversation to a more relaxed level.

You thought he was finished with his story until he opened his mouth again. “He did it once, and I guess he’s about to do it again,” Shawn sighed.

Wait

Did you hear that right? What did he mean that Nathan would do it again? Did Shawn like someone that he didn’t tell you about? Not gonna lie, you were slightly hurt that you best friend of almost ten years wouldn’t tell you about his crush, but you decided to put him before yourself.

“What do you mean someone else, Shawn? Who?” You were dreading the answer.

He laughs and you become even more afraid of his reply. “Isn’t it obvious? Y/N, do you seriously not get it?” You were taken aback, and almost felt stupid. Did Shawn have a thing with another girl while you were thinking that you might’ve just maybe, had a chance with him?

You open your mouth to speak, but you’re interrupted. “I like you. You’re just too damn oblivious to see it. I’m jealous and I feel so stupid for it, but I can treat you so much better than Nate could ever.”

Now, it was your turn to be quiet. You and Shawn were sitting in his car parked in front of the restaurant right after he just confessed his feelings for you. For what must’ve been the millionth time, you were speechless, dazed, and confused.

Shawn liked you? He liked you back? You’ve been waiting for this moment since 8th grade, but something felt wrong. Shawn was too good for you, it just felt too good to be true. As the butterflies in your stomach settle down, you try to find the right words to say, but didn’t even get the chance to speak before Shawn adds on.

“Actually, scratch that,” You could feel your heart beating through your chest when he said that. What was he trying to do? Was this just a sick prank?

“I love you Y/N.” He breathed.

You try to find you words, and after a few seconds, you muster up the words that you only imagined saying to Shawn in your dreams. “I l-like you t-” And before you could say anything else, his lips were latched to yours. His body leaned over the glove compartment to grab your face closer to his as you lace your fingers in his still damp curls. The heat between the two of you soon became one as there was no distinct space lying in between. It was a short kiss, but you’ve never felt any butterflies like this. You could no longer tell if this was real life or not, but if this was a dream, you never wanted to wake up.

“Please give us a chance Y/N. And if you just wanna be friends after all of this, I get it. I just can’t live knowing that I never tried. Nate doesn’t deserve you. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to say this. I love you, Y/N. So, so much. So much more than that dick can. Can we just try?” Shawn rambled. You’d never think you’d live the day to be hearing those words from your bestfriend. It was like a scene out of a movie.

“Okay, let’s try it” You say, going in for another peck. You were surprised at how calm you were, but being around Shawn made everything feel so calm, so natural.

“Now can we please get some food? I’m starving,” You tease.

Shawn nodded his head, undoing his seatbelt of his jeep and running to the door of the diner to open it for you. He asked if he could hold your hand and of course, you obliged. You have held hands with Shawn before, but this time it was different. This time, there was feelings and meaning behind it. You felt on top of the world, and suddenly, your conversation with Nate just less than an hour before seemed much more insignificant.

“Who knew it’d take your enemy and jealously to get us here,” You joked as the two of you walked through the doors of the diner hand in hand.


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When everyone was beyond the Wall, the conversations actually did make sense and you’d expect them to happen. Gendry talking to Thoros and Beric about what happened to him when they sold him? Yes, seems right. Jorah and Thoros discussing the battle they are best known for? Yes, seems decent. Jon and Jorah discussing Jorah’s father who gave Jon his sword? Yes, seems right. Jon and Beric being the only two characters resurrected interacting? Yes, Seems decent. Tormund mentioning his crush on Brienne to Sandor whom she nearly killed? Yes, seems okay. So it’s not like the conversation was bad.

But are you telling me that all of these conversations were more important than Sandor, Gendry, Thoros or Beric speaking to Jon and saying ‘Hey, you know I’ve seen your sister Arya. The one you love so much.’ and having a conversation about her, particularly Sandor and Gendry. I know it’s been a few weeks but I’m still salty over this

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This is the fic that I did for @curlyhairedneil through @tfcfansgive. Hopefully this turned out alright!! I won’t lie, I really super struggled with the prompt, because we all know I’m not one for fluff writing, but this was… admittedly a lot of fun once I finally figured out where I wanted the story to go.

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Neil doesn’t know what to do on a snow day. Not that he considers this much of one. There’s barely a dusting on the ground, hardly enough to even call it snow. It’ll be gone by tomorrow morning, if not later this evening. He doesn’t get it. Classes – canceled. The whole school – shut down. Even Wymack, the betrayer, had called off Exy practice for the day. It’s not that Neil doesn’t get that, regionally, this is a lot of snow. It’s not even an inch, but to people who live here, who make a home in the south east, this is an abomination. Neil’s been here for three years – has called himself a Fox for three years, holy shit – and they’ve never called a snow day before. It’s unprecedented.

And yet all Neil can see when he looks out the dorm window is a lack of ice and perfect running conditions.

“We’re not going out there,” Andrew says from his spot on one of the bean bags. Kevin is at his desk doing homework. He’s been grumbling for the past fifteen minutes about stubborn coaches and unreasonable fathers. Apparently, not even Kevin could win Wymack over. The court is closed to them.

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horizon zero dawn // inspired starters

❛ you know what? when we met, i thought i was a big shot talking to a pretty girl hidden away in the middle of nowhere. ❜   
❛ try not to forget about me while you’re out there changing the world. ❜  
❛ i’m already under some heavy divine pressure. but i’ll try to live up to it. ❜  
❛ after all that’s happened, all you’ve done…i feel like i should drop to your knees and worship you. ❜
❛ for you sake, i must go where you will never find me. this is goodbye. ❜  

❛ i’ll always have a minute for you. maybe even two. ❜  
❛ i knew there was something about you. hammered from the stuff they make leaders out of. ❜  
❛ he’s smiling at us. ❜  

❛ i remember yelling that i didn’t care. ❜  
❛ you have to use your smarts to count for something, to serve life, not death. ❜  
❛ if you had had a child, what would you have wished for him or her? ❜  
❛ do you really not hear how ridiculous that sounds?  ❜  
❛ confidence is quiet. you’re not.  ❜  

❛ ha. it was just an instant, but i knew. i knew we’d be forever. ❜  
❛ i’ve done all i can. from here on out, the rest is up to you. ❜  
❛ there’s so much more to discover before the world ends.   ❜  
❛ the way you smiled…i had to look away or you were going to see. on my face. what had just… blossomed inside me, you know? ❜  
❛ as it turned out, it was your world all along. i was merely… trespassing. ❜  
❛ you just can’t leave me alone, can you? ❜  
❛ turn your face to the sun. ❜
❛ why is it, every time something terrible happens, everyone tells you the worst thing that ever happened to them, as though that makes it easier? ❜  
❛ no —- you don’t need to bow. ❜  

❛ the strength to stand alone is the strength to make a stand. ❜  
❛ what’s that now? don’t like the cold? ❜  
❛ welcome to my ravine of death.  ❜
❛ keep moving or you’ll die!  ❜        
❛ hey. my eyes are up here.  ❜  
❛ you defeated it…alone?  ❜  

❛ today i speak your name - but will the goddess speak it back? ❜
❛ you must be humble and respect their power. ❜  
❛ i’m here and wherever you go, i will follow. ❜  
❛ even a king can learn his lesson. ❜  

❛ we can still have a party, right? sure we can. ❜  
❛ what is that on your face? ❜  
❛ the wilds can be dangerous. you need to stay close and do as i say. ❜
❛ so? what do you say? how about we try and kill each other?  ❜  

❛ you’re still scratched up from the fall you did yesterday. ❜  
❛ what do you think i’m doing? taking a nap?  ❜  
❛ guess we can’t have everything.  ❜  
❛ so that’s what this is? a tantrum? a cry for attention?  ❜  

❛ never celebrate a victory before it’s earned. ❜  
❛ you’re bleeding. let me have a look. ❜  
❛ you’re an idiot. a dangerous idiot..but an idiot.  ❜  
❛ you were only chosen because you were a fool, too stupid to realize you were being used. ❜  

❛ not everyone follows the law like you do. ❜  
❛ take this, to … remember. ❜
❛ my fight. i can’t ask you to come with me. ❜
❛ you survived! i thought you were killed. ❜
❛ we have more important things to do than ask questions.  ❜  
❛ that could be the least creepy thing you’ve said to me.  ❜  
❛ rough going but you survived.  ❜       

❛ this attachment to me will only hold you back. ❜  
❛ you will turn back - or bleed. your choice. ❜  
❛ you can sense it. you already know you’re going to lose. ❜  
❛ i need to catch a breath.  ❜  

❛ you know, i often think of the day i gave you that scar. it’s a cherished memory. ❜  
❛ are you going to shut your mouth? because that would be a surprise. ❜
❛ it’s time to make your first kill. ❜  
❛ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ❜  
❛ you can be a real lard sometimes. cut it out. ❜  
❛ i’m not afraid of you. i’m not afraid of anything. ❜  
❛ now if you’ll excuse me, i’m going to get some sleep. i plan to be well rested when i run you into the ground tomorrow. ❜
❛ not all comforts are bad. ❜  
❛ better dead last than dead altogether. ❜  
❛ no witnesses! no survivors! ❜  
❛ are you crazy? you’re going to kill yourself! ❜  
❛ i suppose you leave that part out of the story when you tell it, don’t you? ❜
❛ ugly and ancient? like your mother? ❜
❛ to answer for what i’ve done, the lives i’ve ruined? yes. i am ready. ❜  
❛ they can’t shoot if they’re dead. ❜  
❛ hello, old friend. remember me? ❜
❛ i’m more than a threat. ❜   
❛ i don’t think either you or i are ready for that. at least not yet. ❜  

❛ i’ll take that lunch. alone. ❜  
❛ i could use someone like you by my side. ❜     
❛ we still have so much to discuss. so much you never revealed. ❜

❛ you’re lucky i happened by. one half a heart beat more, and that creature would’ve torn you in half. ❜ 
❛ i crave vengeance, do you? ❜
❛ a bold claim. i wonder if you’ll live up to it. ❜  
❛ hmm. i love your hair. ❜  
❛ still alive. good. i have a more suitable death for you in mind. ❜  
❛ knowledge has its rewards, don’t you think? ❜

❛ he was a better man than what you’d ever hope to be! ❜  
❛ i’ll remember those words when i watch your corpse burn. whatever’s left of it. ❜  

❛ i will not be worshiped! i don’t belong to you! ❜
❛ impossible. i am chosen. this was not meant to be! ❜

❛ you don’t approve? well, i have a secret for you. neither do i. ❜  
❛ well, to start, you’re strong, shrewd and capable.  ❜  

❛ we must be patient. change doesn’t come in a sunrise.  ❜  
❛ they tried to break me. shows what they know. ❜  
❛ i should have been with you. why didn’t you come for me? ❜  
❛ may the dawn find you, the day warm you, and the dusk have light to guide your path.  ❜  
❛ the better man is the one who doesn’t end up with their steaming guts on the ground. ❜
❛ once one threat is dealt with, another one looms. ❜
❛ if i live or die, they’ll call my name. ❜  
❛ i don’t usually fight if i don’t have to, but if i have to, i want to. ❜  
❛ we’ve only met a few times and yet you know me so well. ❜  
❛ i thought you just wanted tea and conversation. ❜  
❛ i wasn’t expecting to find a half clad soldier singing like a drunk.  ❜    
❛ you don’t hear me laughing.  ❜
❛ i came prepared. have arrows enough to take down armies. ❜  
❛ it’s settled. i’ll fight by your side. my only request. ❜  
❛ the wrongness here jags at me like a ❜  
❛ tomorrow, may the sun rise on a better world. ❜      
❛ you can’t ask me to stand by and watch. not when i have the power. ❜    
❛ this isn’t home anymore. ❜  
❛ my will is like the oldest ice! ❜  
❛ your whole life was a failure, and soon no one will even remember you. ❜     
❛ will change happen, if men continue to live in palaces? ❜  
❛ i did say not to break anything, didn’t i?  ❜
❛ you should sleep, if sleep comes.  ❜        
❛ i kept thinking of the moment my knife pierced your throat. one twist, a simple tug of the blade, and you would bleed out. ❜  
❛ how can you sleep, with a weight like that pressing on you? ❜  
❛ i’m not here to intrigue you. ❜  
❛ no more playing around. you’re going to have to grow up. ❜
❛ no rest for the weary, huh? ❜  
❛ don’t worry. i’ll be there for you. ❜  
❛ to say you have my gratitude feels woefully insignificant. ❜  

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Baekhyun was so in love, thinking that you still were like this after all you’ve been through, he really thought you were the only one for him.


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genre: baekhyun! philosophy uni professor au, age gap (if you don’t like, please don’t read), angst, slice of life and fluff + a lot of sexual tension!


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You took a big breath, your heart rate was quick because of the little run you had to do to be on time, but you finally were there, in front of your Philosophy class for your last lesson of the year. University wasn’t over, but you decided to take three months just to follow Art classes, so you were really going to dump Mr. Byun’s course for your major. You were sad, you always loved Philosophy, but that year Art was more important and you needed to pass it with the highest grade. 

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Summary: The reader cannot figure out for the life of them, what is keeping Peter Parker so busy during the day. His excuse: The Stark Internship…

Warning: Idk…language. It is also really short so sorry.

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Type: Oneshot

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seungcheol x reader smut

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a/n: i had to write this to expel all of the longing n pain over seungcheol that i’ve developed over the past couple of months, so this is basically just my ruminations on what a great boyfriend and ass man i think he’d be. so…if butt stuff isn’t your cup of tea there’s just a lil bit of it in here, nothing wild. enjoy.

~ in which it’s impossible to get a minute alone and there’s not much time to spare, but you and seungcheol make it work


[1:27 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: hey babe are you still up?
[1:27 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: we just got home frm practice
[1:29 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: babe??? pls be awake
[1:33 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: I knowww it’s late but 😔 I miss u 😔
[1:36 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: YOU NEVER GO TO SLEEP THIS EARLY
[1:36 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: ok. ok it’s fine. ur probably cuddled up in bed fast asleep right now. I know u worked late.
[1:37 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: it’s fine love u I’ll just talk to u tomorrow then
[1:39 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: but wait ✋ I have a real problem bby!!! I know u would want to help me out.
[1:39 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: I’m really doing this for u so u don’t feel guilty 😇
[1:40 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: I’m calling you


 You knew there was no such thing as the “perfect boyfriend"—that was just something pre-teen girls whispered about at slumber parties. But once upon a time you had been that pre-teen girl, and while Sojung and Jiyeon cut out bits of male celebrities from teen magazines to create an absolute monstrosity (with Zac Efron’s abs and Ryan Gosling’s eyes and Chris Evans’ hair), you had drafted the complete list of every personality trait, hobby, and talent your dream man had to have.


 These qualifications included but were not limited to: eight-pack abs, the ability to cook a meal so delicious it would make your own mother weep out of jealousy, thoughtfulness so much so that he’d bring you little gifts home just because he was thinking of you, the ability to make you laugh so hard that you cried, he had to be able to play the piano and the guitar and the drums, loyalty to you and only you, passion, ambition but not enough so that he’d put his own goals over your needs, he had to have the emotional maturity to be able to cry during The Notebook, and most importantly, he had to be good at math (because you definitely were not). Preferably, he’d also like all the same things you did and want to get a corgi when you got married.


 12-year-old You had it all figured out, but 22-year-old You knew that perfect man simply did not exist…still, Seungcheol came pretty close.

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“I’m lost without you...” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

#8. Going through a crisis together.

This is not a funny story, but after all the fluffiness I wrote lately, I wanted to write something…kinda sad. Not the angstiest story I ever written but…just not just fluff. There’s still some fluffy moments though, and maybe you won’t find it sad at all, maybe it won’t touch you (and didn’t proofread because of reasons), it’s also maybe a bit (a lot) cheesy but…Oh well, hope you’ll still like it :

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-You have to choose mister Wayne.

-I…I can’t…how…how am I suppose to…

-If you don’t, they will both die. It’s as simple as that, you have to take a decision. Now. 

Bruce’s head is spinning, and he cannot hear anything else but the fast beating of his heart. Why was this happening ? Why couldn’t something go right for once ? Hasn’t he and his family suffered enough already ?

He feels light headed and sits down on the cold metal chair, in a cold and way too bright hospital corridor. His sons are here, and he just faintly feels their hands supporting him, helping him sit down, stroking his back soothingly, hugging him to try and make him feel better…But he cannot feel better.

He has to make an impossible choice.

Mercilessly, the doctor insists once more, because time is running out :

-Your wife, or the child mister Wayne ? We cannot save both of them. 

His wife, or his child.

How could he choose ?

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He wakes up with a start, and by instinct reaches for you…but you’re not here. You haven’t been here for the past month and a half. Unable to soothe him back to sleep after one of his nightmare, as you would usually do. 

Bruce felt like he was back when he was eight years old and just lost his parents. Back in Crime Alley that fateful night. 

He couldn’t see the light, all hope had left him, all will of living slowly faded away, and he was full of so much anger and sadness. 

Angry at the World, angry at life, angry at you…but the sorrow he felt was stronger. And he couldn’t use his anger, he couldn’t be strong this time, turn his life around to be able to live with the thought of loosing someone he loved so much, he couldn’t bear to live like this…Without you. He needed you. Your support. Your presence. Holding you in his arms was all he craved for…He looked at the spot you haven’t occupied in a month and a half and sighed. 

He was almost hoping you’d open the bathroom door, and come back to bed with him, smiling…But you wouldn’t. 

Not because you died, but because he “let your daughter die”. 

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Don’t Let Me Get In The Way (Steve Rogers x reader)

Requests:  

1. BONNIE YAY!!!!! REQUEST TIME!!!! pls write about Steve starting to blow you off (missed events and important dates) because of Bucky & the events of civil war. My heart loves angst but please end happy if at all possible.  

2. Hi, can you please write a little fluffy fic where Steve asks the reader to marry him?

Whenever anyone would ask how it came to be that you were dating Captain America, you would tell them that you fell into his arms like it was a dream, and right when their eyes would gloss over in imagination of the romance in that statement, you’d crush it with a snicker at their gullibility.  It was definitely like a dream, alright; but more like a nightmare, being chased across your apartment by some disgusting alien as it shot at you, pushing you towards the window of your tenth floor home until you crawled out onto the ledge and prepared for your own end at the mercy of Park Avenue’s asphalt.  As if it were planned, or at least by miraculous intervention, Steve was fighting his own group of alien assailants, hearing you from above just in time to turn and catch you as you jumped.  

You literally fell into his life, and he loved telling the story as much as you hated to remember it.

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