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The Void Inside Me (NSFW 18+)

A/N: This idea was sprouted by one of those ads we’re the two people are texting about something really agnsty or suspenseful and you have to download the app to see the whole story. I loved the idea so much and thought no one would be more suited for it than Void. I want to thank @writing-obrien for seriously helping me out with this when I was completely stumped. Also @celestial-writing because this fic would not be finished if it weren’t for her motivating me to push through up until the very end. And @sarcasticallystilinski too for all her feedback. I think they all edited this at some point too so thank you beautiful babes, I love you all more than most. Lastly, Koneko is Japanese for kitten so says google translater. I’m sorry if I got that wrong.

Warnings: Smut; choking.

Word Count: 6860


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Knuckles: Boxer!Ashton (Part 3)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven  | Part Eight

[Following anyone/everyone who leaves some form of thoughtful feedback x]

- Knuckles Playlist

Pulling up.

Coming down x

You take a final look in the vanity mirror, adjusting bits of your done-up hair to reach a balanced mixture of messy yet elegant. There’s a certain strand that’s been having a time taunting you all day, springing from it’s bobbypin every chance it gets, and you decide to just gift it the freedom it’s worked so hard for, removing the clip at the last second and dropping it on the dresser. Black tie events are far from your forté, but you’re trying your best to play the part for Ashton. The last time you wore a dress this long or heels this high had to be your senior prom, and the jitters in your stomach make you feel like you’re getting ready for it all over again: nervous to see your date, paranoid about something going wrong, trying too hard to impress people you don’t know. At least this time you can look forward to alcohol being there.

You grab your phone and a clutch full of necessities before heading out the door, slowly making your way down the steps as you’re reminded how difficult it is to walk in heels. Whose bright idea was it to invent these things? They’ll be kicked off by the end of the night, no doubt. Your feet are already starting to hate you.

At the edge of the sidewalk a tall figure awaits your descent. He’s sporting a classic black and white tuxedo perfectly tailored to accentuate his striking physique, a thin tie hung from the collar rather than a bow. It’s quite a contrast to the athletic shorts and t-shirts you’re used to seeing him in, but you definitely aren’t complaining. The mop of brown curls that usually fall over his eyes have been trimmed and styled for the occasion, and the two week old beard he claimed he was too lazy to shave has disappeared from his chiseled face, cleaning him up significantly. Ashton has always been more of the ruggedly handsome type to you; the kind of person who looks his best straight after rolling out of bed in the morning. However this new side of him, one so sharp and expensive, inflicts serious damage to your will power, and it takes every ounce of your conscious control to not just blow off the event and drag him straight back up to your apartment.

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There is nothing left of him - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : Batmom is Harvey Dent’s sister, and she…isn’t dealing very well with his Two-Face transformation. Fortunately, her Bruce is here to help…

Hey guys ! So here’s a little story that is…a bit different than what I write usually ? I don’t know if I make sense….It’s also way too fucking long sorry ‘bout that. 
Oh and if you guys don’t know much about Two-Face, the “fictional biography” on his wikipedia page (right here) will tell you everything you need to know for this story. Written in basically twenty minutes, while watching a film. Anyway, hope you’ll like it

My masterlist blog :


-Oh leave us alone (Y/N) ! 

-It’s ok Harv’, she’s not doing any harm, she just want to spend time with us.

-But Bruce, she’s a baby !! 

You weren’t very tall for your age, and your brother and his best friend were definitely taller than average but…You’d be damn if you were going to let your older brother call you “a baby” ! Outraged by his words, you say : 

-I’m not a baby ! I’m six years old ! 

-And we’re ten, you’re a baby to us !! 

-Hu hu I’m noooot ! 

-You’re acting like one for sure ! 

-No I don’t ! I’m not the one that wet the bed ! 

Harvey gives a worried look at his friend but…of course he should know Bruce wasn’t the kind to mock others. Or, he wasn’t that kind of person anymore. Since his parents died, he changed. He laughed less, he smiled less, and he never teased him anymore. He was…different. But still his best friend. 

-You can stay with us if you want (Y/N). 

Harvey gasps at his friend’s words. Maybe it’s in that moment, that you started to have a crush on him ? Right there and then, as he was about to defend you ? You don’t even remember. It felt like he was always the one that held your heart, even when you didn’t even know what romantic love was yet (and any mention of kissing a boy would gross you out). 

-Come on Harvey, your little sister is nice ! If I had a sister, I’d let her hang out with us…

There’s an indescribable sadness in his friend’s eyes, and Harvey stops himself before he can say : “it’s not the same, you would do that because your parents are dead”…He doesn’t say it because he knows how insensitive and mean it is. But he’s not about to let this pass without a fight, they couldn’t hang out with you, you were such a baby !

But he never has the occasion to protest, because his sweet lil’ sis’, you, takes his hand in yours and…His friend is smiling. 

Bruce Wayne, whom he almost never saw smiling in those past two years since his parents’ death, that Bruce Wayne…has the widest smile as he looks at you. 

In this moment, it was just children sympathy. It was a cute act from a six years old who realized that her brother’s best friend, who was always nice to her, was sad. And so you took his hand, and squeezed it. And he smiled at you because the gesture somehow soothed him. 

In this moment, neither you nor Bruce, being kids, felt this particular love that would slowly grow between the two of you…But in this moment, your hand in his was the most comforting thing that ever happened to him since his parents’ death (that and Alfred’s hugs). 

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Fever Kiss

Dabin was beginning to get concerned. Christian hadn’t eaten anything all day, his eyes were hardly open, and he kept falling asleep in weird places. When he started coughing he decided to ask once more. “Hey man, are you alright?”

“Yeah” Christian cleared his throat feeling the horrible scratchiness deep inside it. “I’m fine.” After putting on a mask he continued to work. The mask helped muffle his coughs and make them less noticeable to Dabin and the others.

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Goldilocks || 09

Rated T (language, violence, and suggestive content)

Warnings: abuse

Summary: After getting evicted, your two best friends Jimin and Taehyung offer you a place to stay until you get back on your feet. Needless to say, with a part time job and a mountain of student debt, that’s not happening any time soon. Eventually, they DO become really fond of having you around, helping with chores and even splitting rent. So when you come home one day to find someone has been sleeping in your couch-bed, well… it’s something you won’t take lightly.

Word Count: 4k

Out of context Goldilocks quote:
“No offense, but what a bitch.”

Links to: Goldilocks Masterlist || Previous || Next Part

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Part 9:

Taehyung kicks the door open so hard that it swings, hits the wall, swings back, and hits him in the arm.

“I’m hOOOOoooOOOoome,” he sings, throwing down his backpack to scoop up the first unfortunate soul that crosses his path and spin them around happily. This unfortunate person happens to be Jimin.

“Tae-hyung-let-me-go,” each of Jimin’s syllables are emphasized as the younger boy starts bouncing, arms tightening and cutting off Jimin’s air supply.

“No can do, brother,” Taehyung smiles, giving your mutual friend a visibly tight squeeze. “I’m celebrating and I need someone to hug.”

Your eyes narrow as you go through your checklist. Not his birthday. Not Christmas. And you aren’t really obligated to get him anything for other holidays so… you turn off the mental panic alarm.

“What are you celebrating?” you ask.

“I’ve decided to come to terms with our housemate.”

“Jungkook? Or Yoongi?”

“I’m not a housemate,” Yoongi calls from the kitchen. You want to tell him that he might as well realize that everyone that comes to this apartment has a history of staying, but you know arguing with Yoongi is like yelling at a wall.

Taehyung ignores him, “Neither! I’m talking about Poco.”

“Poco?” Jimin and you ask simultaneously.

“The spider. In the bathroom! I’ve decided to give it a name because naming something makes it less scary,” Taehyung replies, finally letting go of Jimin, who takes a few subtle steps back, breathing a sigh of relief.

“What if it already has a name?” you tease.

Too bad~ I’m naming it Poco because I don’t speak spider-”

A thud and the sound of falling half empty shampoo, body wash, and conditioner bottles bounces down the hall, then a muffled, “Stupid fucking spider.”

All three of you freeze, attention pinned on the bathroom door as it opens, revealing Jungkook with dripping hair and a towel wrapped hastily around his waist. He looks pissed.

You cup your hands over your mouth, calling after him, “Yah, Jungkook. Afraid of our little arachnid buddy?”

“No, noona,” he pauses before going into Jimin’s room, tone cold and challenging. “It startled me and I killed it.”

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Title: Come Away with Me
Character: Newt Scamander
A/n: It feels absolutely wonderful to write for Newt again, I forgot about how much I love him as a character and he’s still the cinnamon roll I would die for.

“No, no, no,” You said, stifling a small chuckle while you held your hand out to Newt. “Don’t tell me, I know this.” You reassured, still petting the magical creature in front of you.

“Are you sure?” Newt asked, simultaneously trying to get Pickett to return to his tree. He looked back at you and flashed you a broad smile. “I’m more than happy to remind you.”

“Shh,” You hushed him, kneeling down so you were at eye level with the animal. “This is a…,” You said, drawing out the vowel while you thought. “A Lunarcalf?”

Newt came to your side, reaching and stroking the spade between the creature’s eyes. “You’re very close, they’re called Mooncalves.”

You huffed, running a perplexed hand through your hair. “How you retain all this information is beyond me, Newt.” You said, glancing over at him with a smile while you pushed yourself into a standing position.

Newt watched you get up, giving the Mooncalf a small treat while he looked after you.

You were a muggle that Newt had come into contact with when you were with Jacob at the bank. The two of you were close friends, and you had come with him for moral support while he asked for loan approval.

So when some tall, british man in a bright blue coat tried to steal Jacob away, you were right behind him.

The fast forming friendship between the two of you came as quite the shock to everyone. You’re personalities were pretty different from each other.

It was no surprise to anyone that Newt was a reserved and gentle man. He was naturally very shy and didn’t know how to cope well with normal human interactions so he would always kept to himself.

You, on the other hand, could make friends with just about anyone you wanted to. You were always so positive and energetic it was near impossible for people to be anything but happy around you.

But in a way, it was the opposite variations of your personalities that drew you together. You found Newt incredibly endearing, always enjoying his stories and letting him go at his own pace with you.

And Newt felt like he was in a constant state of admiration around you. Since meeting you in the bank, he noticed how easily you could attune yourself to the people around you. You gave off a sort of aura that made him feel at ease and carefree.

However, for Newt at least, it was always a bittersweet situation anytime the two of you spoke to one another. He knew that once the adventure was over, you’d be obliviated and he’d be stuck with the mere memory of you while you forgot him entirely.

Newt remembered Tina’s warning whenever she caught onto his fondness for you. Getting attached would only make it harder to say goodbye.

And he kept to it at first, he tried to ignore you and keep his distance. But for whatever reason, Newt was just drawn to you. He felt safe whenever he was around you, like all the better parts of him shined brighter once in your company.

You had become too precious to him, and he didn’t even think you knew it.

“(Y/n)?” Newt called out to you, noticing you had gone off somewhere else.

“Over here!”

He made a small turn and saw you observing some of the plants and herbs that resided in the one corner of his little hut.

“Hello there.” Newt said with a small smile, walking up behind you while watching you take some of the leaves between your fingers.

“I can’t believe there’s a whole other world I didn’t even know existed,” You said, looking up at him. “Your kind must think us muggles pretty silly then.”

“Oh on the contrary, actually,” Newt moved to lean against the tabe so he could look at your expression. “We’re quite fascinated by you as well, there was a whole course on muggle studies at Hogwarts, and we even have a department just for your kind in the Ministry.”

Your eyebrows raised slightly, causing a small crinkle to form right in the center of them. “Wow, really?” You asked, a small smile lurking in the corner of your mouth. “Man, I wish I could see your world, I know the American one isn’t too fond of me.”

It was like a lightbulb shot out of Newt’s head, there was a somewhat simple solution to the problem.

“Uhm,” He started, trying to figure out the best way to word his request. “Do you remember earlier, when I mentioned the whole obliviation thing to you and Jacob?”

There was a significant drop in your expression. “Don’t remind me, I’d hate to forget about you,” The two of you blushed at the statement and you were quick to reprimand it. “I mean, your world! And your lovely creatures!”

Newt couldn’t help the big grin that started to take up his face, but he ducked his head to hide it from you. “What if I told you that you might not have to?”

Your gaze flickered over to him, the crinkle in your brow returning. “What do you mean? I may not know that Tina girl too well, but she doesn’t seem like the kinda person you mess with.”

Newt chuckled, shaking his head and causing his curls to rustle about his forehead. “No, she really isn’t. But what I mean is that,” He broke off, finding the words difficult to say even thought everything in him was screaming at him to just pluck up and ask you. “Maybe you’d like, only if you wanted to, maybe you could come back to England with me?”

Your gaze shot straight to him at the sudden request. “You want me to leave New York and go with you?”

Newt nodded, his hands fiddling with the buttons on his yellow waistcoat. “Yes. You see, over the time we’ve gotten to know each other, my creatures have become dreadfully fond of you and I know how terribly they’d miss if you were to go away,” He said, taking a moment to clear his throat. “And I can say the same for myself.”

There was a small pause after he asked his question and Newt began to worry if he had come off too foward. But then he saw you smile and his heart felt like it would flutter right out of his chest.

The two of you shared a heartfelt glance and you simply beamed at him.

“I have always wanted to go to Europe.”

Newt felt the grin take up his face, and in a sudden rush of confidence, he grabbed onto you and pulled you into a warm hug while the two of you laughed together.

Ride With Me (Part 9)

PAIRING: readerxbuckybarnes au


WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of cheating and breakups…..smut..SMUT 

*(Y/N) and Bucky come clean about their past relationships, paired with Clint’s famous whiskey anything could happen. 

You asked for smut and you shall receive smut! As always feedback is greatly appreciated! 

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GIF NOT MINE (although I am so here for it)

The image of Bucky leaning against his bike taking a long drag of his cigarette would forever be burned into your long-term memory, as you rounded the corner you were greeted with the glorious and erotic sight. You cataloged every detail his boots, the dark wash jean over his long thick legs. The red Henley peaking out from his leather jacket made your libido purr with pleasure. Then you remembered why he was sat outside your apartment at 1 am, your drooling mess of female hormones was quickly replaced with the monster of anger and jealous. She growled throwing obscene gestures while smacking your libido as she made kissy faces at him. Bucky looked up at the sound of your heeled boots hitting the pavement as the raging war of hormones battled in your brain.

“Hey” he greeted, stomping out the cigarette. You nod for him to follow you up; your mind was racing with a thousand questions as you both climbed the stairs. Throwing open the door you rummaged through your bag pulling out the bottle of whiskey, discarding you bag by the entrance you walked swiftly to the kitchen.  You listen as Bucky closed the door behind him as you pulled out two whiskey glasses. You re-entered the living room gesturing for him to sit.

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Tokyo ghoul:re chapter 131, about Touka and Kaneki

Well… Jokes aside, this chapter was really depressing. I knew from the very start of my experience with Tg that kaneki was probably going to die, but having it pretty much confirmed is disheartening anyways. The general mood is incredibly gloomy, kaneki’s health is so deteriorated that he looks like a ghost (he probably is one, in a sense).
I’d really like to spend a few words for Touka. The poor girl is getting so much hatred that’s unfair. First people called her abusive, then accused her of forcing kaneki to have sex because she wanted to trap him or something, last chapter she was a monster for keeping her pregnancy secret, now she’s literally the devil because she chose to put her child’s future before everyone (even Yoriko omg!!).
I’m going to write my two cents about all this drama, because I’m bored and insomnia is a bitch.
Touka is a woman, but let me put this straight, she’s still very young. She grew up in a world that hated her even before she was born. Touka had a loving family and her heart was filled with kindness and affection, she knew that specific type of warmth, she played with her brother and a little bird. In a blink of an eye she lost everything, even hope. Left behind, betrayed by all that kindness that was her father’s condemn. So Touka put herself together alone, struggling to survive, no one around to guide her, to support and promote her emotional growth. She cried silently, shamefully, hating her innate tenderness. She didn’t want to end up like Arata. Loneliness and rage, power and distance altogether, but… She met Yoriko and her eyes were gentle, too gentle to be ignored. She met kaneki and he was an idiot, a useless, indecisive weakling; his eyes were full of sorrow and Touka let them sink into her own pain.
Touka fell in love with someone, a stranger to be honest, and love itself is a difficult matter. She was lookin for an image, a memory, fond and terrible at the same time. Fear of losing as a twisted form of complacency…
She doesn’t know how to be completely sane, she’s still craving love without understanding its multiple faces. SHE WAS ALONE, missing that precious piece of herself, always longing, waiting… She doesn’t want to feel isolated anymore. Kaneki… He is not a perfect lover, he has troubles, he aches constantly, but he is… Somehow… Sweet. Touka doesn’t know him, not so much, not as good as she should. Their relationship is tainted by their own warped concept of love. But is this really so terrible? Is this really so incomprehensible for a girl desiring more closeness, more understanding, more REALITY? She wishes for kaneki to become a real person for once, to complete the puzzle of his shattered identity. Someone she can be with, someone she can care for without any fear. I know a lot of readers will not like this statement, but the harsh truth is that, for many people, sex represents a way of bonding. A direct, imperfect, exclusive one, of course. Emotions are not easily manageable, especially when you have spent most of your life fighting to be “just invisible”. Touka wanted her answers, wanted to put a name to her swirling feelings, so she made her move. Kaneki was more than willing to embrace their moment together.
Kaneki… He’s a young man. He was hurt a lot by the people he loved the most. He was told to shut up, to be a maggot (small, insignificant), to not upset anyone with his existence. His mother gave him the message he was a nuisance for the world and unfortunately he belived her. Kaneki doesn’t really want to live, to get attached, to feel. He’s good with his books, foreign worlds, inoffensive artificial emotions. Touka is the first ghoul he met after Rize. She is a blazing flame, she lives her personal hell with proudness and a bit of recklessness. She is beautiful and she shakes him from the inside. He fell for her twice, even when he didn’t know who he really was. Kaneki needs to be shaken, he really does. Kaneki enjoyed having sex with her and at the end, he quietly slept on her knees, SMILING. No one of them really thought about the consequences, they just AGREED to freed themselves from every intrusive thought, chasing after that precious thing so mysterious and always far away.
Kaneki and Touka are two young adults overwhelmed by a crazy world that has never really protected them (actually they are still learning how to protect themselves).
However this crazy world is also unforgiving. They are BOTH responsible of their actions, they had sex TOGHETER and sure as hell none of them wished to become a parent, especially not Touka. Yes, she has been carless, but Kaneki too. How can anyone ignore the torment she’s living? She found herself pregnant and nothing can change the past. So now, even tho she didn’t planned anything, she’s enduring terrible physical pain, even not knowing if her efforts are somehow useful, because she cannot let the creature inside of her die. And at first her greatest concern was still to PROTECT kaneki, sparing him from the responsibility of being a father. Kaneki has already the entire world on his shoulders, so she didn’t want to make him even more anxious. She was ready to live this hell alone, for Kaneki’s sake. I usually don’t like when other people try to impose their decisions on others, but I was still impressed by Touka’s abnegation.
I’m happy she chose to tell kaneki everything in this chapter. The baby is also kaneki’s and he has has the right AND the duty to take full responsibility.
Now please spare me the comments about Touka mentioning another girl or the childish argument “THEY DON’T SEEM HAPPY! THEY ARE SO FAKE!!”.
First of all, Touka is a sarcastic person. We know this from the very beginning of Tg. Touka uses irony every time she feels uncomfortable, embarrassed or scared. Even when she confessed a few chapters ago she tried to appear casual about the matter, even if her thoughts were complex and also tinged with sadness (remember her referring to kaneki’s suicidal tendencies?). Please don’t be ridiculous by giving meaning to Touka’s silly ice breakers. If you want to criticize use more convincing arguments. As for the “ they don’t seem happy! ” thing, well… OF COURSE they are not happy! Kaneki is literally dying, he doesn’t even know if he’ll be lucky enough to see this child’s face, the pregnancy itself has an high risk of failure, Touka and kaneki know this for a fact and it’s frightening. The world is burning, ghouls and humans are at each others’ throats more violently than ever and at the moment ghoulkind is definitely losing. They are starving and are forced to live underground. So… Tell me: what exactly should kaneki and Touka be celebrating?
At least kaneki tried to connect more this time. Touka gave him a ring, now he tells her in his typically childish way that he truly cares for her and that he wants them to be together like a real family.

As for Yoriko, I’m sorry for her, but I can totally understand Touka’s decision. Touka wants to protect her family, her child and the father of her child. You can’t help anyone if you don’t choose. It is painful indeed, but there is no other way. I guess Kaneki was really impressed by Touka’s will. His mother didn’t fight for him, so his son is already luckier in my opinion.

Disclaimer: I want to make this crystal clear, I’m not a shipping fangirl, or at least, I don’t have any favourite pairing at all in Tokyo Ghoul. I think none of these freaks should be allowed to experience romance and reproduce (lol).
Seriously tho, I really don’t have any particular love for Touka or Touken in general. This post is just my honest feelings spilling together because I can’t sleep at night.

white blood

pairing: tom holland x reader

word count: 2,841

warnings: no explicit mention of depression (but implied), self hatred thoughts, angst, LOTS AND LOTS OF FLUFF/CHEESINESS AT THE END THO

a/n: hi guys !! this is my first fic, and this is probably just a one time thing bUT WHO KNOWS AMIRIGHT. anyways, i’m really nervous about posting it so pls just give it a shot; there will be spelling mistakes, repetitive word use, etc., but obviously, writing is a long process that requires a lot of hard work. i have been dealing with depression for a long time, and a few nights ago, i was at a particular low, so i turned to writing, and out popped this little thing. part of this song was inspired by white blood by oh wonder, because i saw them in concert this weekend and this song really got to me, so give it a listen! i also want to put it out there, that you are all stronger than you think, and you will persevere through whatever difficult problem you are struggling with. all the love xoxo.

I’m ready to go

I’m ready to go

Can’t do it alone

Can’t do it alone

every day, it was the same thing. get up, sit in bed all day, go back to sleep. you didn’t leave the house, hell, your brain wouldn’t let you. you were trapped inside the jail cell that was your mind, surrounded by self doubt and hatred. but today, it felt harder than usual. it was like there was a weight that was wedged into your scalp, pushing your body deep into the ground and making you feel as if you were numb. you sighed as you looked at the sun shining in through the windows as if beckoning you to run and bask in its golden glory. but your bad thoughts seem to pull you back towards your bed, whispering, “stay for a while, stay for a while”. at this point, it seemed to hard to fight. you seemed to slay your demons but every day, they seemed to come back stronger than before. but it didn’t mean that your heart didn’t ache to just feel the heat of the sun’s beams on your face because, it did. you wanted to feel alive again, like you weren’t a soul slowly rotting away in a human corpse. you climb back into your warm, inviting, white sheets and pull them over your face. you close your eyes for a moment, but the sound of a buzz causes your eyelids to open. you push off the covers and lean over to look at your phone that was charging on your bedside table. you stare at the screen and see a familiar contact name flashing.

tried calling you last night, but i’m assuming you fell asleep since it was pretty late. i’m thinking of you, and i miss you. call me back when you can x

you sighed and set it back down on the table, not having the heart to talk to him and pretend that everything is fine. that’s the reason why you were dodging his calls. you couldn’t let him see you this way. you couldn’t open yourself up to him when the weight of the world is on his shoulders. you knew that if you told him how you felt, he would be nothing be supportive and kind, which is the problem. you couldn’t be any reason to hold him back; this was his dream, and you would never forgive yourself if you were the one who stood in the way of his goals. at first, he even insisted that he wasn’t going to take the role; he knew that he needed to be with you, to support you, and help you through every bump in the road, but you couldn’t let him do that. as his girlfriend, you felt as if it was your duty to ensure that he was on the path to being as happy as possible. but that meant putting on a mask and hiding how you truly felt. you grabbed your laptop, opened up netflix, rewatching yet another episode of your favorite show, and stared off into space, the sound of characters chattering in the background providing some white noise.

I’m ready to run through the heat of the sun

Can’t do it alone

Can’t do it alone

you wake up to the same old sound of buzzing, and look over, seeing tom’s angelic profile picture pop up on your tiny screen, illuminating the whole room. you hesitate staring at his contact picture, with his glowing smile, and tessa’s big eyes. part of you aches to see his face, so barely thinking, you swipe the accept button. and there is your beautiful boyfriend, looking like an absolute angel as usual. his soft curls sat like a mop on his head; he seemed to have spidey head, which is what he liked to called his hair after hours in the spidey suit. he had dark circles in his eyes, but at the same time, he was beaming. he was tired, but you could tell how truly happy he was. once he saw your face, he lit up, his teeth gleaming and his cute little dimples dancing along the sides of his lips.
“wow hello beautiful,” he whispers in a groggy voice, exhaustion clearly apparent in his voice.
“why are you calling me tom? aren’t you still shooting?”
“what? not excited to see me? i’m offended.” he pouts and crosses his arms across his chest like a toddler. he then notices your stone cold expression and then pushes his hands against his chair, adjusting his position. “you didn’t call me back this morning, so i got worried”
“yeah um.. i’ve just been really busy with university stuff today. that’s all” you lie, sending a weak smile his way, hoping that he would just accept you at your word and move on. and thankfully, he did. so then he started rambling on and on about everything he’s been up to, what his favorite stunt of the day was, how the producer replaced his chair with a toilet, etc. as he continues to speak, your eyes start to wander and end up staring at your face through the tiny reflection of yourself staring back up at you, and you shudder. you hadn’t showered in two days, the grease clearly apparent in your hair and on your face, little red dots poking their way out of your skin. your lips were slightly chapped, and there seemed to be no life behind your eyes.
“y/n? y/n? helloooo” he waves his hand in front of your space, snapping you away from your self hatred infused thoughts, “you’ve been spacing out this entire time. what’s going on?”
“it’s nothing tom, alright? don’t worry about it”
he lifts an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “well clearly it’s not nothing. i know when something is on your mind”

I’m ready to fall

So tired of it all

Down deep in a hole

Can’t do it alone

you look down at your hands because you knew that if you looked tom in the eyes, then the tears would come crashing down. “can you just drop it, please?” you rub your hands back at forth, trying to calm your excessive shaking.
“not until you tell me what is wrong”
you stay silent.
“I SAID JUST DROP IT, OKAY?” you yell as a quiver begins to escape your lips and tear start to drip down little by little.
“darling, what is-”
“i’m-i’m sorry tom. i don’t know what’s gotten into me. i-i’ve gotta go” you whisper, tears beginning to stream faster and faster down your wet cheeks as you speak each and every word. you wipe them away with your fingers in a brisk motion.
"y/n-” you see tom’s eyes grow wide in worry and you hang up. by now, you were full out sobbing. your body felt like it was convulsing and you lean forward on your bed, your tears spilling onto the perfect sheets. you close your eyes, and eventually fall into a deep sleep.

I’m ready to climb this mountain inside

Impossible heights

you wake up to the sound of knocking. you stand up, puzzled as you stare at your alarm clock flashing 3:35am, which seemed to provide a tiny bit of light to the completely dark room. you  hear the little bugs buzzing around outside your window in the cool summer night, and you yawn, rubbing your eyes. the knocking continues, even more eagerly this time.
“just one minute please!” you throw on a pair of tom’s old baggy sweats lying on the floor beside your feet, wrapping your big blanket around you, and scurry towards the door. you turn the knob, and before you could even process what was happening, you feel a strong pair of arms wrap around you. you begin to push the strong arms off of you, wondering who the hell this man was, at 3 am, on a tuesday. but then he just pulls you deeper into him, forcing you to inhale his scent: vanilla and a tint of mint.

it was tom. for a moment, you tried completely denying it was him. he shouldn’t be back until at least two months from now. so you pull back for a moment, and stare up into a pair of beautiful, chocolate eyes. it was him. he squeezed you so tight to his body that you felt like you couldn’t breath, slowly pulling together the broken pieces of your heart with his embrace. his hands begin to stroke your hair, his fingers playing with it at the ends. you stood there in silence because in that moment, nothing had to be said. a few tears spill onto his white shirt as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“it’s okay,” he whispers quietly into your hair, softly kissing your cheek, “i’m here. i’m here now  darling.”
“what-what are you doing here?” you cry as you pull him closer, refusing to let him go.
"what can i say, i missed my best girl. and despite what everyone says, even spider-man needs a break sometimes,” he coos as he rocks you back and forth. he lifts his head off your shoulder and stares into your eyes, taking in every part of your face. he wipes away one of your tears and grasps your cheek in his hand. you close your eyes and lean into his hand. he continues to caress your cheek as the other takes yours which is resting on his shoulder and brings it to his lips, his lips tenderly kissing each and every knuckle, like there were butterflies landing on each individual finger.
"let’s go inside” he takes your hand and intertwines your fingers as he leads you back into your tiny apartment. he takes you into the kitchen, and pulls out a chair for you. you slump down, wrapping your fuzzy blanket around your body. you stare at tom as he looked through your cabinets, like it was his house. he picks out one of your favorite crematic mugs and then bends down in a squatting position as his eyes scanned the interior of the dark cabinet, his glance finally landing on the silver tea kettle. he then reaches over to the cabinet next to it, standing on his tippy toes and grabbing the box of various tea bags. he flipped through each one, finally landing on which one you knew was your go-to tea when you were sad. he leans over and flips the switch to the radio on, the quiet hum adding a peacefulness to the already comforting silence. he makes his way over to your stove, turning the fire on, and places the heavy kettle on top of it.  “oh i love this song,” tom exclaims as he adjusts the temperature, the bright orange flame simmering down to a darker blue. he hustles over to the radio, turning up the volume just slightly, and then hums along quietly as he makes his way over to you. he wraps his arms around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder as he sways you back and forth. he kisses your cheek, whispering the lyrics quietly into your ear and sending shivers down your spine. he then tugs on your hand with his, spinning your chair around so that it’s facing him. he pulls on your arm, urging you to stand up. you slouch back further into your chair and shake your head.

“dance with me, love”

“no tom, you know i don’t dance,”

“well, you’re going to,”

he nearly pulls your arm out of his socket, but smoothly snakes his hand around your waist, and grabs your other hand with his. you give him a dirty stare, but he just smirks and pulls you closer to him, your forehead resting on his chest, feeling it rise and fall, rise and fall. it was so constant and strong that you felt like his heartbeat was pulsing through your very own veins. his head rested on tops of yours, and then, he starts to sing the words into your hair so quietly that they seemed to be drifting into the air as he continues to move you back and forth.

Said you’d always be my white blood

Circulate the right love

Giving me your white blood

I need you right here with me

Said you’d always be my white blood

Elevate my soul above

Giving me your white blood

I need you right here with me, here with me

you didn’t even notice you started crying until you see the new water stains emerging onto tom’s t-shirt. you didn’t really know why you were crying. maybe it was the fact that he was actually here for the first time in four months. or maybe it was the fact that you felt like the world around you was falling apart. no matter what the reason, you feel yourself crying harder and harder, pulling tom closer to you, not wanting this moment to end. you wanted to remember dancing in your kitchen with tom, with no stress or worries. just tom. he looks down at you, concern growing in his eyes, but he says nothing, leading you over to the couch and sitting you down. he sinks into the couch and pulls you onto his chest as you continued to sob. he strokes your hair soothingly and rubs tiny circles on your shoulder, occasionally leaving a tiny kiss on your forehead. in that moment, tom knew that saying anything wouldn’t help; you just needed him to be there. nothing else. once your breathing leveled out, he murmurs, “shh… it’s gonna be alright…just breath… in and out…. in and out…” you calm yourself even further, closing your eyes, and listening to tom’s voice, feeling as if you were in some kind of trance. you hear the tea kettle screeching and you look up at tom. “i’m going to take care of that, give me five seconds,” you sit up slowly and nod, looking into his brown eyes and tucking your long hair that was dropping in front of your eyes behind your ears.

you continue to control your breathing. in and out. in and out. you take one deep breath and let it out slowly. you hear the shuffling of feet and look up to see tom, softly grinning at you with a mug in hand and steam swirling out of it. he spins the tea bag around and hands it to you. he stares at you intently as you take a sip and inhale the steamy scent. you stare at the tinted water as you feel tom’s eyes on you, scared of what he was going to say, or if he was going to say anything at all. you feel your fingers starting to shake again, but tom immediately puts his hands over yours, and holds them to his chest. he traces your hand with his pointer finger.

“i-i’m sorry,” you blurt out, refusing to meet his eyes.

“sorry? sorry for what, y/n? you haven’t done anything wrong” he asks soothingly rubbing your back.

“for making you so worried and making you come all this way. i know you’re busy and i’m sorry i’m all over the place and holding you back”

he shakes his head and holds your hands in his own. “babe, you’re not holding me back. in fact, you’re what’s keeping me going right now. i don’t want you to ever feel like your issues aren’t important, because they are. i want you to tell me everything. if there’s something going on.

“but you’re-you’re just living this surreal life, and i don’t wanna bother you with all my petty problems.”

“but y/n, everyone has their problems. i’m not perfect, i mean look at how many marvel secrets that i’ve given away,” you both chuckle, “but it doesn’t mean that i care any less. i’ll always care about you, because i love you, y/n, and that includes all parts of you.

you wrap your arms around his neck and he squeezes you tightly. he holds you and you feel yourself immediately feeling better.  after a few minutes, you finally pull away, rubbing your remaining tears off your cheeks with the back of your shirt.

“i’m such a mess,” you laugh as you finally look into tom’s eyes.

“aren’t we all,” he smiles at you, setting your cup of tea down on the coffee table, and pulling your blanket more onto your shoulders, “now, sleep.” you lay down onto tom’s lap and he strokes your hair. you start to blink slower and slower and your eyes eventually shut, falling asleep to tom’s angelic voice.

Said you’d always be my white blood

Circulate the right love

Giving me your white blood

I need you right here with me

Said you’d always be my white blood

Elevate my soul above,

Giving me your white blood

I need you right here with me

I need you right here with me

Fate, Misunderstood- A Remus Lupin Imagine (Part 1)

A/N: Sorry this wasn’t up sooner. I don’t know if I really like it all that much, so I’m sorry for that too. Hope you enjoy, lovelies. 

Request from Anon: would you please write some remus x reader where sirius meets reader in one of his classes and starts talking to her because he knows remus has a crush on her and he wants to help them but remus thinks that the girl has a crush on sirius so its all a big misunderstanding

Originally posted by lilpieceofmyworld

Remus didn’t believe in fate.

He thought it to be too cruel of a concept for people. If fate existed, that means that it was set for him to be cursed as a monster. It was set that there would be a war. It was set that life was harsh and filled with pain. No, Remus refused to believe in fate. Bad things happen to good people, and people make wrong choices. He had convinced himself of this at a very young age; and with the war approaching quickly, it was not difficult to support his claims.

Until he saw you.

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Tabula Rasa

Pairing: Steve/Tony
Fandom: Marvel Adventures
Tags: fluff, humor, costume swap, amnesia
Summary: When Loki decides to wipe Steve and Tony’s memories, the two of them have to figure out their mission - and their identities - for themselves.
Notes: For this image square on my stony bingo card:

It was supposed to be their day off, that was the thing. Tony and Steve had plans for a quick game of basketball then a trip to the cinema to see a rerun of Alien, but they’d got word that Loki had been spotted terrorizing citizens in downtown New York by conjuring an army of evil bunny rabbits.

“Come on, Tony, let’s drop by and sort out Loki, then see if we can still make the matinee showing at the cinema.” Steve had turned his most winning smile on Tony, and really, who could resist that?

They almost succeeded in battling through the hordes of vicious fluffy bunny monsters and taking down Loki, but at the last minute he caught them by surprise, summoning thick green vines which burst up from the sidewalk and held them in place.

“Puny mortals,” Loki said smugly. “You only succeed in foiling my plans in the past because of your prior experience, or you wouldn’t stand a chance against me. Let’s see how heroic you are without your memories!”

He waved his hands in an elaborate pattern and a burst of golden light flew across the street and hit both of them. Tony felt pain for a moment, and then there was only darkness.

He came around to see a terribly handsome blond man leaning over him, looking concerned. “Are you okay?” the man asked gently.

Tony sat up and looked around in confusion. He wasn’t injured or in pain, but his head felt thick and fuzzy. He tried to remember how he had come to be lying in the middle of the street, but there was nothing, just a blank space in his memory.

“Um. Yes? Sort of? Why can’t I remember anything?”

The blond chewed his lip nervously. “I’m afraid I couldn’t say. I woke up next to you a couple of minutes ago, but I don’t remember anything from before that either.”

Something was nagging at Tony’s attention, and he realized with a start that it was because his movements felt heavy and difficult to control. There was some kind of plate over his face which he flicked up, and he looked down to realise that he was wearing, of all things, a shiny bright red and gold suit of armor. Huh.

He looked back at the blond man, and noted that his outfit was pretty unusual too. Chainmail over a blue body suit that was, uhh, rather tightly fitted, with red and white stripes round the middle and a big white star on the front. There was a cowl attached to the suit which he had pushed back to reveal dreamy blue eyes, and the ensemble was finished off with bright red boots and gloves. 

Was that an… American flag themed outfit? Jesus. Tony hoped he hadn’t been rescued by a passionate Trump supporter. That was unlikely to end well.

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Series: Soulmate au bts and svt
Member: Joshua (svt)
Prompt: Non idol au // Whatever your soulmate writes on their arm will show on yours and vice versa
Find the tag for this series here: x

  • Joshua is a meme I just need to get that out of the way before anything else
  • Gentleman more like gentlememe OKAY ONTO THE AU
  • Joshua had a bit of an interest in drawing pictures at a young age, which meant that you often found yourself covered in doodles and paint and the like 
  • Which sucked because in the first grade because you weren’t allowed to write on your arms because your teacher was really mean so you’d always get in trouble
  • She’d write you one of those cursed pink slips and you’d cry over it and then scribble on your arm all angrily when you got home LMAO 
  • You were a petty 6 year old 
  • But as you grew up and got out of that nasty teacher’s class you didn’t mind so much 
  • You found yourself doodling on your arm back and you guys would wind up making these little pictures together and honestly,, how cute
  • You’re just these little beans drawing monsters and your families on your arms in like red and green markers 
  • And you show your friends like look at what me and soulmate did!! And just hjsfhe SO CUTE MAN
  • As you guys learn to read and write more and all that jazz you write little messages to each other 
  • It’s really nice to talk to him,,, he’d find himself sneaking a night light to talk to you, clutching a book while he waited for you to write him back and a damp washcloth on the bedside table for when it got too crowded with words
  • You guys were dorky little kids together through contacting on your arms, telling each other about your friends and what you wanted to be when you grew up and what you liked to do 
  • Joshua was a big hecking weeb and always talked to you about anime and you found yourself watching some of it just for him lmao 
  • You really like your soulmate,,, you couldn’t help but feel so fortunate to have someone so easy to talk to sharing your bond??? Like yeah maybe romantic feelings hadn’t quite surfaced because you both were so young but you found comfort in the knowledge that you were friends and you could rely on him
  • As you started to hit more middle school age your friends were always gushing over how lucky you were to be able to contact your soulmate whenever you wanted and that he was such a nice person 
  • None of your friends had the same connection with their soulmate as you did,, one had the timer, one had a vast array of lies their soulmate would tell her once they met, another got hurt when theirs did,,, you get the picture
  • None of them had the chance to talk to your soulmate quite the way that you did 
  • When he told you that he played guitar one of them was like omg my sister’s teen novel said that playing guitar was really hot I bet he’s really cute
  • You: psh what no shut up,,, but also keep going what else did this teen novel say about guitar players
  • Joshua started doing little things for you once you guys hit that age 
  • Like he taught himself to do pretty lettering and then you woke up won morning with your name written in this fancy script
  • He did it cause he thought it would make you smile and you bet your ass it did because it was so dorky and cute dsgefhgh
  • You left him little messages on mornings that he had a difficult test and they always made him smile like an idiot
  • One time you left a little emoticon too and Joshua was rekt
  • Seokmin: Why do you keep smiling at your arm like that Jis?
  • Seokmin: Yeah okay whatever you say :~)
  • Joshua was the first one out of the two of you to catch feelings and he found himself asking what you looked like
  • Which led to the two of you dorky 12 year olds describing yourselves on your arms and he was just waaah they sound so good looking I don’t,,,
  • Save him he’s whipped as early as middle school lmfao 
  • Your late night talks also began to get a bit deeper,, especially with all that Angst tweens seem to carry with them (I know this because I was an emo tween who hung out with other emo tweens at the time)
  • But it’s not like super Edgy™ really
  • It’s you guys talking about your classes and how your friend group is shifting while his is growing,,,
  • It’s about how high school is coming up and how much pressure there’s gonna be on your shoulders once it happens and how they’re already talking about next year you guys are gonna have to take career questionnaires so you can start thinking about what you might want to do 
  • Joshua is a really good listener and he tells you that he’s known you for a long time and he can tell that you’re a very strong person with a good head on your shoulders and he’s sure you’ll make it through all this okay
  • And he reminds you that he’ll be there for you through the messages on your arms as much as he can
  • That, my friends, is when you begin to catch feelings for him 
  • You tell your friends a couple days later and they all give you a look and then they’re just like “ABOUT TIME” 
  • But soon you guys are all giddy and talking about what you should write to him next lmao
  • When high school starts your conversations get a bit,,, flirtier you notice
  • Like you’ll be writing about your day and you might mention a new guy friend that you’ve made and he’s like “You’re not gonna fall for them right??”
  • And you’re like “sdfjeh of course not,,”
  • “Good, you’re only allowed to fall for me <3”
  • You have to stop every time he flirts with you because wow that’s got you feelin some type of way okay 
  • Eventually you both wind up getting cell phones which makes communication between the two of you MUCH easier 
  • Plus there’s the added bonus of a face to the name and conversations
  • One time he asks you why you used to just scribble all over your arm in the first grade and you’re like lmao cause I was mad at you
  • Joshua: WHAT
  • You: yeah you used to draw on my arms and it got me in trouble with the teacher so for revenge when I got home I would scribble all over your drawings
  • Joshua apologizes like 300 times because he really had no idea those were getting you in trouble omg,,
  • And you’re like dON’T EVEN WORRY ABOUT IT how could you have know you barely knew how to read the words fire truck back then so I couldn’t exactly tell you,,
  • He uses the XD face still and like that’s so middle school,,, but you can’t bring yourself to tell him,,
  • You just have to hope he’ll figure it out himself or one of his friends will tell him lmao
  • He makes Jeonghan film him playing the guitar upon your request and he looked so soft and sweet and the tune he was strumming sounded so nice and you were like omg is it gonna be a love song,,,
  • No it was an acoustic version of All Star by Smash Mouth
  • G e n t l e m e m e okay sorry
  • You were like oH MY GOD DID IT HURT and he’s like only a little!!!
  • Starts blushing when you shower him with compliments like he is a soft soft man for you 
  • If you thought that writing on your arms stopped when texting became a thing for you two you are dead wrong
  • You still leave lots of encouraging messages for one another and sometimes little reminders
  • One time when you guys were like 16 or 17 you found him writing his family’s grocery list on his arm and obviously it showed up on your arm too so you started writing random things on there whenever he paused, presumably to keep figuring out what he needed to get
  • You get a text like 30 minutes later like “DID YOU WRITE DONUT POOL INFLATABLE ON MY GROCERY LIST MY MoM SAW THAT-”
  • You’re cracking up laughing like you have absolutely no regrets and you know he probably almost bought it without thinking too lmao
  • When you guys hit your final years of high school you start planning to go to the same college together, wanting that to be where the two of you finally meet 
  • And honestly the summer beforehand is so boring to you like you’re counting down the days to you finally meeting Joshua Hong
  • These days also entail a lot of teasing from your friend and also a lot of flirty texts exchanged with said boy 
  • Out of curiosity one night, you ask what he’s gonna do when he finally first sees you 
  • But he just sends you a freaking wink emoji and goes “You’ll just have to wait and see”
  • For some reason your heart is beating really fast now wow where did that come from um???
  • But the moment is effectively ruined when he sends you a meme with another one of those damn XD faces like JISOO YOU ARE AN ADULT NOW 
  • Your first day of college you’re bouncing in the seat of your car and then you’re super duper chipper as you bring the boxes up to your room and change your sheets and everything and wait for the okay text from Josh cause you know he’s gonna arrive a bit later than you 
  • You’re well into your unpacking process by the time you get it, along with his room number and you find yourself speeding off to a nearby dormitory where Josh was paying a little extra to have a room of his own 
  • And you barely knock more than once before the door is swung open and you’re met with Joshua’s smiling face
  • He’s in a total boyfriend outfit with a black and white sweater and blue jeans, earrings in all his piercings and his hair recently dyed a shade of brown and brushed away from his face
  • You guys look at each other for what feels like a very long time but in reality was probably only like 2 seconds before you’re launching yourself into his arms and he’s laughing out of delight 
  • And he drags you inside and shuts the door and he’s smiling so widely as he hugs you tight to his chest
  • Everything about holding you just feels,,, so right
  • You’re the person he’s been writing notes to and drawing pictures with since he was very small, the person he’s stayed up late to talk to hundreds, if not thousands of times, growing up, the first (and most certainly the last) person he had ever fallen in love with, the person he felt like he knew like the back of his hand despite the fact that this was the first time he’d ever seen your face outside of a screen 
  • The soulmate bond between the two of you always made sense to him, but in this moment, he realized he would never ever be able to doubt why the universe made the two of you soulmates for all of eternity 
  • Because he found it outrageously believable to think that in this life, in all his past ones, and in all his future ones, you were the only one who would have his heart feeling this way 
  • You were the only person who would fit into his arms quite this perfectly, and he was certain that this always had been and always would be the case
  • “I’m so happy to finally see you-” you started to say before you met his eyes, his gaze searching yours and his expression one of seriousness 
  • “Can I kiss you?” ever the gentleman, he was careful to ask before he did so. “I know we just met and everything but all I can think about right now is kissing you.”
  • You feel your cheeks redden because WOW that was awful forward of your Joshie but you nod nonetheless
  • And the first kiss is just perfect
  • It’s not the cheesy fireworks and hunger that has him coming back for more that you always see in the movies
  • It’s familiar and comforting, like this was something you must have done hundreds of times in the past, maybe not necessarily in this life but definitely somewhere in the past
  • It was full of warmth and adoration, and it was like all the waiting to meet him you had to do growing up was worth it just for this one kiss
  • He pulls back with the most affectionate smile and rests his forehead on yours and says “I’d really like to do that more in the future”
  • And you’re smiling back as you take his hands and go “I think I would too”
  • After that you guys are closer than ever
  • You don’t really have anything against jumping into a steady relationship like you guys have crushed on each other for years??
  • But Joshua is just like “NO let me WOO you”
  • And you’re like okay first of all does anyone really still say woo-
  • But you go along with it and it’s really cute,,, like he takes you out on all these cheesy little dates and buys you flowers + chocolates and when you guys attend the last day of the fair he wins you a teddy bear
  • Joshua Hong LIVES to do cheesy romantic gestures
  • Honestly it’s just so fun and it makes you so happy that he’s going to such lengths to show you that he’s gonna treat you right for the rest of your lives
  • He finally asks you to officially start dating when you guys go on a (you guessed it) long walk on the beach and of course what else can you say but yes???
  • You’ve landed yourself the sweetest, kindest boy in the universe like he’s so down to earth despite his grand memehood, treat him
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How are you doing in school/jobs? I hope you are okay and enjoying life ^^ I am currently obsessed with reading all the books I own so that might also be a reason why I haven’t posted in so long but I like this reaction very much and I hope so will you~

I have to sing tomorrow in front of all the class for a mark and I am so nervous. Please wish me luck bc I am dying from nervousness T.T

I love you~~ <3 <3 

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You were in the living room sitting on the sofa confused about your feelings towards the turned off TV  Everything was very emotional since you were pregnant and your back hurt a lot so you tried to lay and sit a lot but you figured it wasn’t the best solution. You were already in the 8th month and sometimes the pain was unbelievable. In this 8 months, you scared Seunghyun at least thrice a day. You knew he was on some meeting with his friends in  Incheon. You felt sick and called him.

“I-I… feel sick Tabi-”


“I just feel sick….”

After that call, he rushed back home to find you half asleep on the bathroom floor where it was warm. You almost gave him a heart attack every time you called him but he was always ready to come home and comfort you. He realized that it is really hard to carry a child and he wanted to give you everything you wanted. If you wanted to buy two new dresses for the baby, he bought it and if you felt bloated, he told you how beautiful and cute you look with a belly of your future child. He always tried to be careful with his words but sometimes he slipped out and made you angry. It happened a lot when you were arguing about all the arts in the house. 

Originally posted by militarytabi


It was a weekend and Jiyong had to fly to Japan for some emergency business with his clothing line. You were left alone in a big house which was still in process of decorating. You felt horrible alone and you kept sending him messages how awful you feel and how bored you are. The first few months were a real nightmare for you with all the morning sickness but now the baby could kick and sometimes really hard. You couldn’t keep your emotions in and just cried whenever you felt like it. 

‘I hate this world’

'OMG the baby just kicked’

'I feel so ugly’

Once he read the texts on his way to the hotel he called you and wanted you to describe exactly how it felt when the baby kicked and he was used to you crying now so he wasn’t surprised when you started tearing up at the beginning of the first sentence. He smiled when he heard your voice and was happy you will have a baby even if that means to hear you complain, cry, eat, every day. He couldn’t wait to come back home and feel your tummy to say hello to him.

Originally posted by peaceminus8ne


Taeyang had a schedule on a popular variety show and he was very nervous because the plan was to take you with him to at least watch the show. Before you finally agreed to and watch him you felt sick and couldn’t made up your mind if you should go with him or not. It was very uncomfortable for you to go but you still went and supported him. Through the show you had to go out and get some air and even cried because you thought he is doing such a great job. Just as you came back the MCs wanted to talk to you too and you came to sit next to Taeyang. Once you got home from the awesome show you started crying and laughing because you were happy that you could be on the show and sad that you won’t be able to go back soon.

“But I like them! I want to go there with Daesung next time… Can I? I can’t-”
“Honey… You are not assistant for kpop idols. It was very beautiful what you said there tho…”


He was really shocked sometimes when you went from sad to happy and then mad or angry again for some unknown reason to him. He thought it was adorable how needy were you sometimes for his help but he respected you for carrying your baby. He knew there will be a lot of situations he couldn’t save just like that but when you felt down or you needed him he made sure he was there and cheered you up. He didn’t go out so much anymore because you felt more comfortable at home and he loved being present every moment with you.

Originally posted by bwipsul


You were on your way downstairs when you figured you have no idea if you were actually hungry. Sometimes you were so confused what you want that nobody knew how to help you with that. Daesung had to save most of this kind of situations and he tried really hard to massage you when your back hurt. So, here you were sitting on the stairs for half an hour before Daesung came down from the bedroom where he was reading a book. He was very confused about your answers most of the time and so were you.

“What are you sitting on the stairs for? It’s cold sitting here.”

“I’m waiting for food.”

“What food? Did you order a pizza or something? Did you check in the fridge, I think there’s pasta from today’s lunch…”


Your answers were cold and he didn’t really know why. He kept on asking you questions and when he realized it’s one of the times that you are mad for no reason he kept on saying funny things and made funny faces to make you laugh. He didn’t stop until you smiled and asked him to carry you downstairs because you were too tired. He agreed on carrying you if you would let him choose the name for the baby if it will be a girl. Since you knew it will be a boy, you accepted the deal.

Originally posted by daesungstrash


Seungri was thrilled to see you every day and see the baby growing inside of you which sounded a bit weird but he was just obsessed with the baby. The most of the time when he wasn’t worried about his work, he called you and came to pick you up at work if you were still there. He wanted to buy a lot of things for the baby and was nervous to know if it’s a boy or a girl. In the evening he caressed your tummy and sang songs to you and him/her. You felt annoyed and cold so you pushed his hand away and told him to leave you alone.

“Stop it. It’s annoying.”

“W-w-hat?? My LOVE is ANNOYING???”

“YES IT IS.” then you angry went to the bedroom to cry because you yelled at him.

He was very offended but he knew you must have been uncomfortable or something that wasn’t right which he expected and he knew it would be foolish to react like a child and make you even angrier. In these situations he first tried to cheer you up with food and if that didn’t work, he did everything you told him to unless leave you alone until you fell asleep but since that was difficult the last couple months he was more tired then you and often fell asleep while caressing your tummy.

Originally posted by xladyaquatica


“Siri-bear!” you heard in a shrill voice.

“Oh sweet Merlin,” you groaned. “Of all the girls in this school, how do you always find the dumbest –”

“Hush,” Sirius snapped.

“Alright, but I am trying to eat so if I chunder I’m aiming for you.”

“There’s my love bug!” Amelia squealed as she dropped down onto the bench next to Sirius.

“There’s lunch,” you muttered, causing Sirius to elbow you.

“Hello, Amelia,” Sirius said a bit uncomfortably.

“How’s my sweet cuddle bunny?”

“And here comes breakfast,” you snarked.

“Are you ready to head to class, Amelia? I’ll walk you,” Sirius said quickly, wanting to avoid both your comments and you overhearing any more of her nauseating endearments. He shot you a look over his shoulder as he escorted her out of the Great Hall.

“You are so obvious, Y/N,” Remus snickered.

“Hmmm?” you replied, genuinely confused at his comment.

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Pairings: Enjolras x reader

Summary: College!AU. Enjolras is stressed but that is not always a bad thing, especially when it brings up new arrangements.

Warnings: none!

A/N: thank you all again for the support! I’m relatively new to writing here on tumblr and i’m still trying to get the hang of it! English is not my first language so i’m sorry about the mistakes you’re probably going to find! Feedback is always appreciated so that I know how I can improve :) if you just want to speak with me, be my friend, suggest me something to write or whatever you know where to find me! It’s always a pleasure!

Ps. those little sentences in italics are Enjolras thoughts!

(y/e/c) = your eyes color

Originally posted by romulanale

Enjolras was swamped in work. It was quite difficult to try and balance everything between essays, various homework and the incoming meeting in which he was supposed to give yet another speech.

And if that wasn’t enough, his roommates decided to give a party, more or less. Actually, it’s not like he could understand what was really happening in the other room, he could only hear a very loud music. VERY loud. Oh, yes, and someone was laughing. VERY loudly, yet again.

This is how Enjolras found himself out of his apartment with all his books and notes after having yelled at Grantaire, who was probably too drunk to even acknowledge him.

Ok, think Enj, where to go?

It wasn’t like he couldn’t go to the library. The problem was that he was in his pyjamas, too angry to even get changed before slamming the door shut. He didn’t even put on shoes and now his bright red socks were in plain sight.

Wait! (Y/n)!

Enjolras’ eyes lightened up at the sudden realisation: (Y/n) has always been his friend and she wouldn’t abandon him now, would she?

His feet carried him right in front of the girl’s apartment which was in the same building but on another floor. He was a bit nervous but knocked nonetheless and after only a few minutes he was graced with the beautiful - wait Enj, get it together - smile of his (Y/n). No, wait, not his like his his.

“Hey, Enj! What brings you here?” asked the girl cheerfully, leaning on the door.

“Hey, ehm, Grantaire is giving another kinda party and I need to study. Can I crash here for a few hours?” he replied nervously.

(Y/n) laughed, shaking her head. “Grantaire’s getting drunk again, you better check on him later…but for now, come on in!”

“Thanks freckles.” Relaxing, Enjolras smiled and winked at her, passing the door with all his things.

“Do you want something?”

(Y/n) was in the small kitchen while Enj was positioning all his books on the little table in the main room. He had a clear view of (Y/n) from his position.

“No, thanks, I’m good.”

“Ok, tell me if you need anything” and with a smile she left the kitchen, going towards her room.

She was always so kind and Enjolras really liked it. Most people tended to keep him at a distance because he was always too immersed in his work but not her. Never her. She had been welcoming since day one. She even had the courage to actually shout at Enjolras, a thing no one did in a very long time because apparently he was too intimidating.

He was intrigued by this girl.

It was only after a little time that (Y/n) returned and sat at the table, right in front of Enjolras, who was watching her every move. She had all her books so she was probably going to study with him. Suddenly Enjolras really liked this new arrangement.

“I thought I could study with you, is that ok?” asked (Y/n) with a small voice.

Enjolras beamed, “Sure!”

For almost three hours the apartment was full of silence and occasionally small talk. It was at a certain point that things changed: Enjolras looked up from his finally finished essay and he felt overwhelmed. (Y/n) was really beautiful. She was fully concentrated on her work, her pencil between her fingers and her eyebrows furrowed. Her hair seemed almost ethereal in that light. He didn’t know what to do, he never felt that way and suddenly he needed to spend more moments like this with her. Just to have the pleasure to see her in that particular light. Just that.

“(Y/n)?” the word escaped him before he could even think about it.

The girl looked up from her book and smiled at Enjolras. “Yes, Enj?”

“How would you feel about proofreading my essay? I could really use your help"

(Y/n) smiled and immediately made grabby hands towards him. How cute.

Enjolras chuckled - a thing that (Y/n) found very amusing - and gave her the essay.

“I’m gonna make some tea while you read it and then we can discuss it because I’m sure it’s awful”

“Nah, it seems pretty good"

“You just read the title, you dork"

(Y/n) snickered, “Yeah but the title is important”

They both laughed and so it began because the next week Enjolras came with another essay, and the same happened the week after and the week after and so on. It became a normal thing for Enj and (Y/n). Always the same routine: he came bringing the essay, made some tea while she read it and then they would discuss it together. Sometimes it was the other way around and he was the one to proofread (Y/n)’s essays, a thing that made him realize how really passionate the girl was.

And after discovering that Enjolras knew he was screwed for good.

“Where are you going?” Grantaire stopped Enjolras at the door.

“Not your business”

“Mhmm" murmured Grantaire while leaving the couch in order to find some food. “So you’re going to (Y/n)…”


“You really think we didn’t know?” asked Grantaire, shocked. “Ponine lives with her, she told Marius she saw you there and puf! Everybody knows! So what’s going on?” smirked the black-haired guy.

“Nothing’s going on. We study.”

“Suuuure. So that’s why you look so…different!” smirked Grantaire, motioning towards Enjolras with his hands.

“…Different? How?”

“Well, like…all happy and lovey-dovey! It’s because you like studying, right?! That’s obvious” continued Grantaire sarcastically.

“I’m not lovey-dovey Grantaire” said Enj without meeting his friend’s eyes “and who the hell still uses that word?”

“Oh, ok sure. Maybe I’ll speak with (Y/n)”

Those were the last words Enjolras heard before leaving the apartment. He was frustrated. Yeah, he liked (Y/n): she made him feel happy and relaxed but all of this was so new to him that he didn’t really know what to do. He didn’t even know if telling her was the right thing to do. He thought she might reciprocate his feelings but he wasn’t sure and to top it all he wasn’t good at expressing his feelings with his words. He was only good in speaking about politics and things like that. He needed to find a way to tell her everything before someone else made a mess. He actually didn’t trust his friends: they were fantastic but they tended to meddle too much and this could lead to a disaster.

Enjolras worked almost the whole night so that he could be back at (Y/n)’s apartment the next day. This time he had a very special essay in his hands. He was about to knock when the door swung open.

“Oh, hey Enj!” greeted Eponine, smirking. “You’re lucky, I was just going out!”

He greeted her with a nasty look and a nod. “Ponine”

The girl laughed and left. “Try not to destroy anything and don’t do it on the couch!”

Enjolras flushed bright red and (Y/n) must have heard everything since she was now standing near the open door, sporting his same colour. He cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry about Ponine, Enj…“ started (Y/n)

“Don’t worry ‘bout it.” Cutting her off, Enjolras smiled and entered the apartment, trying to appear as confident as ever.

“Um, do you have another essay? So soon?”

“Well, yes but this is special.”

Let’s hope not to fuck up, Enj.

“Ok, gimme” said (Y/n) enthusiastically.

He gave her the work and went to make some tea. The usual.

(Y/n) felt there was something different and hoped everything was ok. Eponine and Cosette have been pestering her about Enjolras and their little arrangement after they noticed he lingered at their place for longer than necessary and especially when (Y/n) was at home alone. She only hoped it wasn’t getting awkward because he heard something. She really liked him but she also knew Enjolras wasn’t the kind of guy to start a relationship and certainly not with her: in her eyes, she was just plain. And he was the fearless guy that used to speak in front of hundreds of students and attracted almost half of them with only his blue eyes and the passion behind them.

Leaving these thoughts in a black corner of her head, (Y/n) concentrated on the words in front of her. The text seemed to be way much shorter than the others. It looked more like a bunch of sentences on a blank page. “Are you sure you want to go with this Enj?”

“Just read it freckles!” called him from the kitchen. He was literally sweating.

She took a deep breath and started:

Can you tell me what love is? How can I know that what I feel is love?

All I know is that she’s there, sat in front of me. She’s beautiful. And yet she thinks she’s not. All I want is to look at her, while she reads, while she talks, while she smiles. While she explains her ideas with that passion that is specifically hers. God, her eyes are shining.

Is that love?

So, is he writing about some real girl? Are these his real thoughts? (Y/n) wanted - no, needed - answers because her stomach was starting to knot, exactly like when she was feeling anxious or extremely nervous and that usually brought nothing good. She looked towards him but he wasn’t looking her way so she simply took another deep breath and kept reading.

All I want to hear is her voice, how would it be in the morning? How would it be in the evening, when she’s tired? Is this love if all I want is to wake up next to her and go to bed the same way?

All I see is her, running towards me with a big bag full of food because I’ve been stupid enough to forget to eat at breakfast and at lunch.

No one noticed.

But she did.

Is this love if my heart skipped several beats when I saw her that day?

She remembered that day.  She noticed he was so invested in his plans for the meeting that he forgot to eat so she took care of that buying him something.

Tears started to gather in her eyes: he cared.

All I want - all I need - is to be near her, waiting for those eyes to focus on me; waiting for that mouth to smile at me; waiting for her to talk to me and me only.

Is that love? Is me being selfish love too?

He really cared. He cared enough.

She couldn’t go on because her tears were making the words blurry. Her head snapped towards the kitchen where Enjolras was sipping his tea, stealing glances at her. He seemed calm but he was screaming inside. Especially when he noticed her tears. It wouldn’t have been the first time he fucked up.

Their eyes locked: blue against (y/e/c) and no words were needed anymore. She jumped from the chair and Enjolras had only the time to put the mug down before she was hugging him so tight he almost stopped breathing. Well, he wasn’t going to complain. He buried his face in her hair, breathing in her sweet scent, while she buried hers in his neck.

“I hope I didn’t mistaken anything…”

(Y/n) was still a bit overwhelmed: she’d never been the lucky one in love. So she simply shook her head and kissed him, burying her fingers in his blonde curls. Enjolras’ arms were keeping her near him and his hands were grabbing every part of her body they could reach.

His kiss was passionate but gentle: he made sure she understood how much he cared. And she did the same.

When they separated they both looked in each other eyes and giggled.

“So, is this love (Y/n)?”

“Yes, this is love, Enjolras”

So I finally went into my list of bookmarks and tried to find the fave fics i’ve read so far.. and i think this is it :)) Please read the tags and stay safe!! Enjoy x

Autumn Leaves by suspendrs (28k)

“Brave?” Harry frowns, caught off guard. “No, not particularly.”

“You seem brave,” Louis decides, pushing off the wall and stepping on the butt of his cigarette. “You are strong, and you are not mean. That’s good,” he assures, touching Harry’s arm gently.

“Thank you, but that’s not true,” Harry smiles ruefully. “I’m really not anything special.”

Or, Harry is an American soldier in France during World War II, and Louis is a French waiter that doesn’t mean to fall in love with him.

Mute by TroubledPro (123k)

How is love supposed to speak, when one can’t even choke out the words?
Louis’ life was a joke through his witty words.
Harry’s life was a joke through his lack of words.
Louis was classed as a normal child; mentally and physically.
Harry was classed as an abnormal child; mentally and physically.
Louis could speak.
Harry could not.
Harry had progressive mutism.
Louis did not.

Escapade by dolce_piccante (146k)

In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. 

He’s rich. He’s handsome. He’s reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.

As You Are by zarah5 (139k)

AU. Five years after The X Factor launched his career as a radio host and songwriter, Louis Tomlinson returns as a judge. Falling for a contestant is the last thing he needs. It’s also against his contract.

The only reason Harry auditions for The X Factor is because his best mate signed the two of them up as some kind of joke. Harry doesn’t get the big deal—not until he’s faced with this season’s judges and realises that one of them used to be his desperate, impossible teenage crush.

And down the long and silent street by whimsicule (86k)

The year is 1881 and if you’re alone in this world you might as well be dead, because starving dogs have no mercy.

Or: Wherein Louis and Harry are on the opposite ends of the social ladder, but their paths still cross on the filthy streets Louis calls his home. The odds are staked against them from the beginning, and even more when Louis’ past finally catches up with him.

With All My Heart, And More by littlelady (32k)

“A young John Doe, probably in his mid-twenties. He was found out on the street, lying in the snow completely beaten up, covered in blood. Internal bleeding, collapsed lung, the bones in his leg completely shattered, sprained wrist, dislocated shoulder, severe concussion, cut and bruised all over. He had more broken ribs than whole.”

“Is he in the ICU? Room 405?”

“Is he one of yours?”

“Yeah, looks like it.”

When Harry is left to die after having gotten abused and seriously injured by his ex-boyfriend, he is brought into the hospital where Louis works as a nurse. Louis instantly feels the need to take care of him, maybe a bit more than he usually does with his other patients. But only because Harry survived the abuse, it doesn’t mean that they are out of the woods yet. They still have a long and hard journey ahead of them filled with cries, fear and pain, but also with joy, laughter and lots of love.

domestic monsters series by g_uttertrash (234k)  

(this is the summary of chapter 1: come on, jump out at me)

Harry is a witch from a long line of power, an ancient line that’s one of the strongest left alive in their hemisphere. He can cast spells without a word if need be, fly on a broomstick, and has a black cat (a kitten, really) named Felix that is his animal familiar. He can shape galaxies in his cupped hands and can destroy them just as easily. He can choose exactly how to use his power, for encouragement and support, or for more nefarious causes if he wishes to.

And as fate would have it, he’s scared of haunted houses.

(Harry is a witch who carries around a stuffed pumpkin, Louis is a vampire with too much time on his hands, and their best mates Zayn & Niall aren’t exactly what they seem…)

Shake Me Down by AGreatPerhaps12 (209k)

Harry’s new to college, fresh out of Catholic school and conversion therapy camp, and Louis runs the campus LGBTQIA organization.

Bring Your Body Baby (I Could Bring You Fame) by theboyfriendstagram (84k)

Eighteen year old Harry Styles just graduated high school and landed a summer job as a waterboy for his favorite football team. His job description is simple: be ready to hand water and towels to players if needed. That didn’t seem to include Louis Tomlinson though, a twenty-three year old, recently transferred Paris Saint-German player, who seems to like making Harry’s job much more difficult than it has to be.


A self-indulgent AU that takes place over the summer of 2015. 18 year old Harry hates pining after people he can’t have, and 23 year old footballer Louis loves flirting with people even though it never means anything.

we’re still going, eight in the morning by nooelgallagher & yoursongonmyheart (32k)

Harry washes his hands quickly before grabbing his phone. His screen lights up to 3 notifications.

DJTommo is now following you!

@DJTommo mentioned you in a tweet!

Direct Message from @DJTommo!

Harry yelps, throwing his phone to Niall who just barely catches it.

Niall looks down at the phone, seeing first the tweet, then the DM. He tosses the phone back to Harry, who nearly drops it. “What are ya doing, mate! Answer him!”

Harry thinks for a moment about what he wants to say. This is his chance to actually talk to Louis Tomlinson. Louis Tomlinson messaged him directly. He can say anything he wants. He begins typing, his fingers shaky.

Niall comes over to stand next to Harry and peers down, looking to see what he wrote. When he does, he lets out a groan.

…Or, the one where Harry owns a bakery, Louis is a radio DJ, and Niall and Liam roll their eyes at their incessant flirting.

hold onto you stars by vashtaneradas (16k)

au; harry’s in the army, louis’ back home, and ninety days is a lifetime.

anonymous asked:

What exactly did she retcon about Kent? Not snarky, just really curious, because he's my favorite and I want to know what changed about him. Was it her feelings about him where she said that he was one of her favorites and she had to change it by saying "they're all my favorite"? Or was it a characteristic of him? I want more Kent. He's he only thing keeping me invested at this point because he has motivations and stuff. And I want him to be happy if happy endings are the endgame of this comic.

Just to be clear, retcon refers to reframing past events to serve a current plot need. For an old-timer like me, but maybe it’s just me?–the Kent/Jack relationship was retconned.

I started following the comics a few chapters in, lost interest in it, and came right back before when Kent was first introduced.

I want you to imagine reading right there with me.

So I liked this new character Kent but we knew so little about him. We knew then he’d figure in Jack’s life–and this was before Parse 1 2 3–because he was right there during Jack’s awkward teen years, Jack backtracks talking about Kent while Bittle was having his moment. Updates were scarcer than the number of movies Robert De Niro made in 2013, we pick up bits and pieces of what we could in between long time gaps, try to make sense of them (to be honest, speculating about Kent’s motivations and backstory was the most fun this comic ever was, but also the worst because haters). There were little bits of information that were set in stone:

To a Parse fan like me who’d been reading along, these weren’t just bullet points. I held onto them like a lifeline. These were the only ‘canonical’ material we had on Kent except one night of douchebaggery, but even that reeked of yearning and lashing out out of spite out of being rejected; notably what we knew of Kent and Jack before they had a falling out were largely painted in a positive light. I think you’d have been blind then to ignore how it was heavily implied that that relationship was emotional in nature. Arguably romantic, but definitely emotional. To quote a more expounded meta on this:

it’s been established that jack and kent were best friends when they were teenagers. jack is characterized as kind of awkward and private. he grew up with celebrity parents and was a hockey prodigy growing up around a lot of attention and pressure. i think it’s important to acknowledge that while jack was probably going through a lot around this time, parse was able to befriend him and support him as a best friend. as best friends they probably trusted each other with a lot of secrets, but after whatever happened to break that trust with each other, those secrets turned into ammunition. in parse3, parse happened used his on jack to express his anger and bitterness. jack probably has ammunition on parse as well, but wasn’t in a position to use it. based on the reading, i think the most realistic theory is that jack and kent are involved in a conflict where both parties are at fault.

Looking back on it now, I’m trying to read all of the above and ask myself if that was a lot of extrapolation to have made. Because right now, I still can’t look past the belief that that’s a perfectly reasonable assumption to make. 

Now, after the Year 3 Comic 7 update, if you take Jack at his words, they (1) only hooked up a few times, (2) it’s Kent who never got over it (3)that relationship with Kent wasn’t anything more than “physical hockey.” Should we take him for his word? Maybe, maybe not, but I think that’s a moot question, because the comics hinged Kent’s relevance based on how heavily he affects Jack. And after that update, Kent’s relevance is nothing. The comics would present Jack now as a matured, well-adjusted adult with a lot of perspective (without any trace of his other issues existing at all) and that’s who he’s supposed to be when he says those words, and according to him, it was a meaningless relationship and Kent was just a guy he used to do sometimes.

Did we over-interpret? Maybe Jack only smiled a lot because he was getting some? But how about the things he knew he should apologize about to Parse? What about freezing out his best friend and shutting him out for years and refusing to talk to him even though he apparently knew Parse had feelings for him?

Maybe N changed her mind midway. Maybe the canon was intentionally misleading. In any case, the tvtropes page for retcon includes this:

As the number of twists and misdirections in a story becomes higher, it becomes more difficult to tell whether an event actually is a retcon (which implies that the writers changed their minds), or a misdirection (which implies that the writers intended the “retconned” version all along, and had been deliberately misleading the audience before). In some cases, it is impossible to tell, short of reading the author’s mind (even then, it might not helped, as it’s entirely possible for an author to be on the fence about what they’re planning to do)

But at the end of the day, it was still Jack buddyfucking his bestfriend while calling him a petname, and then snubbing him afterwards.

But to answer your question here are some of the information that have their ORIGINAL source material deleted by Ngozi:

this post which the wiki cites as material for the following

  • Kent is 5'10" and about 175 pounds
  • He arrived at the Epikegster in a rented Porsche 918 Spyder, which the lacrosse bros took pictures with.
  • He was Jack’s first best friend. 
  • He is the only one who calls Jack “Zimms”

most of the above info were reposted here except the Porsche bit.

The sources for the following information were deleted by Ngozi too:

  • Kent’s middle name starts with V
  • that Kent has a cat
  • that Kent was born in NY 
  • on July 4, 1990
  • that tweet where she says Kent was Jack’s first best friend.
It’s Nothing Like Us

Originally posted by ksjknj

Genre: Angst/Fluff at the end - One Shot

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Length: Around 2k

Requested from Anon :HELLO SUNSHINE! Can I please get a Fluff/angst imagine of Namjoon where he’s stressed and takes it out on you , thank uuuuu!!!-watermelon 🍒”

Author’s note : Hi guys, sunshine is here! As you know I’ve just started to write my reactions/fanfictions I hope all you guys enjoy my first fanfiction ever!! Feel free to request me more reactions or fictions, please support me and give me lots of love xoxo.

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Treat you better (Zach Dempsey x Reader)

RequestHi can you do a Zach Dempsey imagine where the reader and Zach are best friends and are in love w/ each other but both don’t know and the reader is afraid to fall in love bc of past relationships so Zach tries everything to convince her he won’t be like the others? Thanks!


Word Count: 1648

Warnings: My english is bad, and please remember that its fiction. im not very good with locations so if there’s no beach nearby, now there is 

NA: i really enjoyed writing this and I hope not to disappoint anyone. I’ve made some changes too, so let me know ;)

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OTP- Part 2- Not So Lovely Notes

Part 1

Word Count: 1401

The page ripped from the notebook, Phil trying to keep it as quiet as possible. Their English teacher didn’t like them passing notes, but Phil needed to get word to Dan. He scribbled a few words on the torn paper, tossing it to Dan. I figured it out. My secret admirer is a guy. That’s why I couldn’t figure out who he was. He glanced at Dan, who was smiling stupidly at the paper. Confused, he turned back to the front of the classroom, unsure as to why Dan was acting so weird. The paper flew back over to his desk, and he unfolded it.

Who do you think it is? Phil hadn’t really thought about that yet. He attempted to make a list of boys in his grade with chestnut eyes and hair, but Dan was the only person that came to mind. He had to admit, though, Dan had gorgeous features. His distinct cheekbones and cheerful dimples shone when he smiled, and his curly hair bobbed on top of his head as he walked. Dan hated his curly hair, but Phil loved it.

I don’t know. Phil answered the question honestly, tossing the paper back and waiting for a response. Dan scribbled something on the paper, launching it across the aisle back at Phil while he wasn’t looking. Picking up the piece of paper on his desk, Phil found the love note that had been put in his locker before class. He set it down, picking up Dan’s note. Reading his friend’s response, he suddenly recognized the articulate loops in each letter. Scrambling to pick up the other note, he set the two open side by side. His theory had been confirmed: Dan’s handwriting matched that of the love notes. Phil quickly and shakily scrawled his own note on the paper, tossing it back across the aisle. Your handwriting is the same as the love notes. Dan, is it you who’s been giving me those notes?

Phil didn’t take his eyes off the boy as he read the paper. He watched as Dan’s face turned beet red with blush and he picked up his pencil, adding his response. In an unsteady attempt to give the note back to Phil, Dan managed to drop it in the middle of the aisle. The two boys each reached for it, but neither could get it before their teacher did. Snatching the paper out of both of their grips, she grinned.

“What do we have here? Passing notes, you two?”

Each of the two boys jumped to attention, knowing their fate. “Please don’t read it aloud.”

“Trust me, none of us want you to read that out loud!” The two’s helpless pleas helped none, as she unfolded the paper and cleared her throat.

“I figured it out. My secret admirer is a guy?” Taken aback, she glanced over at each of the boys, reading the sentence quizzically. Pulling herself together, she persistently continued with what she decided was the boys’ punishment for passing notes. “That’s why I couldn’t figure out who he was.” She blinked, pursing her lips together. “Which one of you wrote this?”

Trembling, Phil raised his hand. “I did…”

She looked over to Dan. “And you wrote the bits in different handwriting?” He nodded. Looking back at the paper, she cleared her thrust nervously and read until Phil’s last response, at which point she trailed off. Taking in a shaky breath, she read the line. “From Phil: Your handwriting is the same as the love notes. Dan, is it you who’s been giving me those notes?” Before reading the last line, she glanced at Dan with sorrowful eyes. Despite her relentless attempts to punish the boys, the teacher was beginning to feel compassion for what she was sure she’d forced them into. “From Dan: Surprise.” Biting her lip, she exhaled and spoke to Phil. “You can have this back now.” She handed the paper to the boy and turned to rush back to her desk, where she sat silently for the rest of the period. Nobody spoke a word.

Dan was practically running when the bell rang. He was the first one out of the classroom, and by the time Phil reached the doorway, he saw the boy’s chestnut head disappear into the bathroom halfway down the hall. He didn’t want to confront any of the kids, especially Phil. Or at least that’s what Phil thought.

Despite this, Phil decided he had no choice but to follow Dan. He obviously wasn’t okay, and despite all that had gone down over the last few minutes, Dan was his best friend and if he needed support, Phil would be there.

As he made his way down the hallway, the ebony-haired boy realized the effects of what had just gone down. His classmates were, as usual, in clusters on each side of the hallway. In each cluster he passed, he could hear the children whispering about him and Dan, and shushing each other as he passed. He watched as eyes stared into his soul, trying to figure him out. He heard a few “awww"s and a few "fag"s. Ignoring them was impossible. Phil knew the entire school knew about Dan’s crush in him, and they’d only been out of class for a minute.

His walk of shame can to an end as he reached the bathroom. He entered slowly, hearing soft sobs from the handicap stall. There was a figure hunched in its corner. Their black jeans covered their knees, which were curled up to their chest. Phil knocked on the locked stall door. "Dan?”

“Go away Phil. I’m already aware that you hate me now. I don’t need you to lecture me about it.”

Phil’s heart shattered like glass upon hearing his friend in such misery. He didn’t care about his own feelings then. All he cared about was Dan’s. “I don’t hate you, Dan.”

“You’re not mad at me?”

“Why would I be?”

Phil watched the hunched up Dan release his legs from his chest and stand up. The stall door swung open to reveal Dan, his curly hair matted and his chestnut eyes glossy with tears. “I did kinda screw you over.” A small smile crept across his face, his dimples showing slightly.

“That doesn’t matter to me right now. All that matters is that you’re okay.”

“I’m okay if we’re okay.” Dan hesitated. “Are we okay?”

Phil thought on this for a moment. It suddenly dawned on Phil that Dan really had feelings for him. It wasn’t until then that he thought of the impact this would have on their friendship, let alone whether or not he shared these feelings. “I don’t know.”

Dan’s face visibly dropped, and Phil could sense his heart falling to the floor. “I understand if you don’t want to be friends with someone who has a hopeless crush on you.”

Phil smiled kindly at the boy. “Of course I want to be your friend, Dan. I just don’t know of anything more.”

“You’re saying you’re considering something more?” Hope appeared in Dan’s voice, and Phil couldn’t decide whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.

“I don’t know. Maybe.” He hesitated before eking out his next few words. “I love you, though. You should know that. I’m not going to ditch you over this. I just don’t know what kind of love I have for you.”

The tardy bell rang for their next class. They would both be late, but they didn’t mind. Their friendship was worth one tardy. “I guess we should get to class.” Dan smiled wearily at Phil.

Phil made a spontaneous decision. “Hey. I’ll see you later, okay?” He held his arms out, open for a hug. Smiling, Dan nuzzled his head into Phil’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around his waist.

“Okay.” Phil treasured the boy in his embrace, taking in the lavender scent of his shampoo. Sighing, he felt something. He had a decision to make. Romantic feelings could be difficult to pick out, but when he held Dan in his arms, a majority of the decision’s difficulty alleviated. Phil was happier than he’d been all day, but that wasn’t what convinced him. It was the fact that when he was in Dan’s embrace, he felt like that was where he belonged. Phil felt at home.