#sad she wasn’t in the new movie even f it wasn’t to do a prank idk

[tonymarias]

stephanie hodge for jackass’s spermathon (2001)

[keyboardink]

“crushed”

Sam and Deena are completely oblivious that their feelings are mutual, especially when Sam thinks Deena and Kate are together and Peter enters the picture.

pairing: samantha “sam” fraser x deena johnson / media: fear street trilogy

genre: friends to lovers, angst with hurt/comfort & fluff / word count: 2.6k / rating: pg-13 / warnings: bullying, a bit of swearing

a/n: so this is an au where deena and sam aren’t exes so sam never left shadyside (& kate isn’t all “screw ur ex” ya know). also kate is bi and no one dies. this is based mainly off 1994 (since 1666 hasn’t come out yet haha). please lmk if you like this & want more fear street fics from me. enjoy! :)

"I still can't believe you're dating a Sunnyvaler," Kate said, popping a potato chip into her mouth.

"Doesn't that totally go against the rules of this town?" Simon chimed in, stealing a tater tot from Sam's lunch tray.

"Oh, please," Sam scoffed, swatting Simon's hand away as he reached for a second piece. "He's actually a nice guy if you got to know him."

"Since when has the star quarterback ever been a nice guy?" Kate replied, earning a raised eyebrow from Simon. "Look, just because I cheer for them doesn't mean I like them."

The stiff wooden table rattled as Deena dropped into a seat across from Sam and next to Kate. She tried to pull her bomber jacket around herself quickly--

"New shirt?" Kate asked.

--but she wasn't quick enough.

"No," Deena sighed, letting the jacket hang open to expose a black, skin-tight tank top underneath. It used to be her favorite, previously baggy in all the right places, but it returned from her last laundry day one-size-too-small. "It just shrunk in the wash and I was running late." She kept her eyes down, focused on the unappetizing cafeteria food in front of her.

Kate eyed her for a moment, then looked over at Sam, who was practically drooling over this new shirt that provided a perfect V-shaped view from where she was sitting.

"I know you're not a fan of tight clothes," Kate countered, "but it looks nice on you. Makes your boobs look amazing."

Deena playfully elbowed Kate's arm, a small smile brightening her downcast expression.

Sam watched the two girls as it unfolded - the low-cut shirt, the raised eyebrows from Kate as she scanned Deena's body, the laughter following her joking shove. Had she imagined the flickers of lighthearted tension between them? She averted her gaze, envy bubbling up in her throat. She pulled her tucked hair out from behind her ears to cover the burning, red blush she felt building there.

"So, what were you guys talking about?" Deena asked, insecurity still swimming in her mind despite Kate's compliment. She looked up at Sam, who appeared to be too interested in her tater tots to hear the shirt dilemma. Although she was somewhat relieved, she felt a pang of disappointment at Sam's disinterest; she was the only person Deena had hoped would look at her.

"Sam's got a new boyfriend," Simon answered, his voice half-muffled by a mouthful of dull-brown burger, oblivious to the sideways glances being thrown around the table.

"And he's from Sunnyvale," Kate added, spitting out the town name as though it tasted worse than the school lunch.

"What? Isn't that, like, against town law or something?"

"That's what I'm saying!" Simon accidentally spewed small chunks of meat on his tray in the midst of his excitement.

"What's his name?" Deena covered herself with her jacket again.

"Peter."

"Peter? Oh, come on, you could've at least picked a guy who didn't have a basic name," Simon rolled his eyes, as if 'Simon' was the most unique name on the planet.

"Honestly, yeah, kinda sounds a little too basic," Deena said, her eyebrows furrowed. She felt a heat tightening within her chest. She was angry at herself, at Sam, at the world.

"I'm not making him up, if that's what you're suggesting." Sam cast a glare across the table, but it didn't stop them.

"Which Peter? I mean, there's Peter Williams, Peter Anderson, Peter Moore..." Simon counted along on his fingers.

"Oh, no," Deena interrupted, a smirk pulling her lips. "He goes to another school. You wouldn't know him."

The two threw their heads back and laughed. Deena felt the fury in her chest loosen slightly, a bit of relief found in the pain she caused others. It was her defense mechanism: when the world turns to shit, you act even worse - that's how you survive.

Sam was on her feet, her eyes full of tears and frustration. "His name's Peter Brody, and he's number 29 on the Sunnyvale football team, and he's actually a good fucking guy, unlike you." Her eyes narrowed, focusing on Deena, who suddenly didn't find the whole thing all that funny anymore.

And with that, Sam picked up her lunch tray, turned on her heel, and walked out of the cafeteria.

***

Monday dragged on, every class seeming longer than usual for both Sam and Deena as they sat in separate silences. Though apart, they each felt the same waves of guilt, anger, and sadness wash over them in cycles as clocks ticked their way to the end of the school day.

Deena was walking out of band practice, which had only extended her already-exhausting day, when she spotted a familiar head of blonde leaning against the cinder-block wall across the hallway.

"Hey," Sam said, reaching her hand out slightly. Her hair was tied back, adorned with an azure bow, and she wore her cheerleading uniform to match.

Deena stopped as guilt flooded her lungs once again. "Hey," she replied in a whisper muffled by her emotions.

"I just got out of practice. Want to walk together?"

Deena could tell Sam was lying. Kate normally waited with her, and they would both be shiny with sweat. The water bottle in Sam's hand was almost empty, meaning she had likely been waiting for quite a while.

Deena nodded, and they started to make their way towards the exit that led to the student lot.

"I just wanted to say sorry," Sam began, "for earlier. It was pretty shitty of me to say that."

"Yeah, but I was being shitty, too." Deena pushed open the heavy, navy-blue door. Sunlight blinded both of them. "I just can't believe you'd get a boyfriend and not tell me."

Sam stayed silent, unable to come up with a reply. Deena had been the first person she wanted to tell, but Kate saw Peter grab her ass after last weekend's game, and suddenly her boyfriend was all anyone could talk about. Sam didn't even know why she had agreed to go out with him in the first place. Everyone had said it must've been a prank, because why else would a Sunnyvaler date a Shadysider? Something about the whole relationship gave Sam a twinge of nausea if she thought about it too much, so she just tried not to think about it.

But she had wanted to tell Deena. She had wanted to see if she would be even a little jealous at the idea of her having a boyfriend. It just hadn't played out that way.

"See you tomorrow?" Sam said, stopping at the curb.

"Is your dad picking you up?" Deena looked around for the familiar, beat-up Ford that Sam's father drove, but to no avail.

"He should be here soon."

Deena knew he had a tendency to flake on his daughter, despite being the one who got custody in their divorce battle. Although Deena hated him for his neglect, she was silently, selfishly grateful that Sam didn't move to Sunnyvale with her mom. Regardless, if her dad wasn't here now, the sun would probably set before he'd remember to show up.

"Come on," Deena said. "I'll drive you home."

The drive was almost-silent. A disc played Pixies at a volume low enough to just barely understand over the sound of rumbling tires on uneven gravel. Sam's house was a bit out of the way for Deena, but as she was slowly realizing, she'd do almost anything for her.

"Thanks for the ride," Sam smiled sheepishly, pulling her backpack up from the floor. She started to open the car door, then hesitated. "Actually, wait, can I ask you something?"

Deena's heart leapt into her throat. "Shoot."

"Are you and Kate, um... like, together, at all?"

"What? No, no no no." A chuckle slipped past Deena's lips at the idea.

Sam must've thought Deena was laughing at her, because she felt her ears grow warm in embarrassment. "Oh, sorry, I just thought... I saw how you two were at lunch today and it just, I don't know. I thought you weren't telling me something." Sam looked at her sneakers, almost pristine white with the exception of faded grass stains on the toes.

"No, we're just friends, I promise. We've been best friends forever. I mean, she was there when I first got boobs, so, I mean, that's just how we are." Deena immediately cringed at that sentence. Way to make it better, dumbass, she thought.

"Oh. Okay. She just talks about you all the time to me, whenever we're at practice, you know? She'll say things like 'Damn, didn't Deena look really good today?' to me, like, all the time."

Deena let herself laugh at that. "Oh, really? Wooow. Good to know."

"I mean, from that I just kind of assumed that you guys had a thing. How could I not, right?"

Deena nodded, understanding that Kate's comments were her attempts at being a good wingman and not confessions of underlying feelings. "Kate and I both like girls, yeah, but not each other, not like that." Deena's gaze flickered over Sam's face, taking in her eyes, her ears, her lips. "Definitely not like that," she added in a soft whisper.

Sam looked up and smiled sweetly, her stare lingering for a moment too long before she returned to the moment. "Well, thanks again for the ride. See you tomorrow." She gave an adorable little wave as she stepped out of Deena's car.

"See ya," Deena replied, her stomach fluttery.

***

The days passed, and the friend group of four had returned to almost-normal. The only thing out of place happened on Friday night, after the second football game of the season. Normally, they would all grab pizza and watch a movie after the game, but this time was different.

"Peter invited me to a Sunnyvale party," Sam explained when they met in the middle of the field as the crowd started to file out. "Maybe next week?"

So Deena, Kate, and Simon ate their pizza without Sam, feeling a tangible emptiness where she would normally be.

Kate's house was on the so-called "good side" of town, where the roads had less potholes and the houses had more structure. It was the most Sunnyvale-esque part of Shadyside. Her living room was homey, with family portraits on the walls and a couch that was lived-in but not worn-out. They had rented Candyman from the town's Blockbuster, which played on Kate's boxy TV.

"I don't like this," Simon said, chewing a pepperoni slice.

Kate responded without looking at him. "The pizza or the movie?"

"Actually, I like both of those things," Simon replied with conviction. "I was talking about Sam. It feels... I don't know, lonely?"

"What are we, chopped liver?" Deena joked.

"I mean, some days you can come close to it," he teased back.

They all returned their attention to the movie, red and white light bouncing across their faces. As if on cue, there was a knock on the door at the exact moment a jump-scare flashed on-screen, causing the trio to startle.

"I'll get it," Deena offered, jumping up from her seat.

She opened the front door to reveal Sam, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her hair was slick and her blue uniform looked damp. Her arms were wrapped around herself as she shivered in the cool October air.

"What the fuck happened?" Deena stepped out of the way to let Sam in.

Simon and Kate scrambled to join them when they realized who had arrived.

"Oh my God, what happened?" Kate plucked her school cardigan off the coatrack and wrapped it around Sam's shoulders.

"Did Petey break up with you?" Simon asked. "I mean, you guys were only dating a week. It couldn't've been that serious, right?"

Kate elbowed Simon in the stomach at his insensitive comment, eliciting a pained groan from him.

Sam hugged the cardigan around herself, but moved her arms enough to reveal "IT" scribbled in black Sharpie under her cheerleading uniform's "SH".

"What the fuck?" Deena repeated, this time more to herself than Sam.

"God, those assholes really have no idea how much uniforms cost," Kate muttered.

"And they... they p-poured ice water on m-me," Sam stuttered just as Simon returned from the living room with a throw blanket. She gave him a grateful smile as she enveloped herself in it.

"C'mon, let's sit down, alright?" Kate suggested. "You want a hot cocoa?"

Sam nodded and followed Deena and Simon to the couch, while Kate split off to the kitchen.

"They poured ice water on you?" Deena asked as she sat next to Sam, a hand around her shoulders.

"Th-they got someone to hold my arms back so they c-could write 'shit' on me, and then someone came outside with a bucket, and-" A small sob came out of Sam's throat, and another tear rolled down her cheek.

Deena didn't stop herself before reaching up and wiping it away. She let her fingers stay there for a moment, unable to think clearly.

Simon stood up quietly, making a hushed excuse about helping Kate with the hot chocolate before disappearing into the kitchen.

"He's such a douchebag," Deena muttered, furious that someone would hurt such a sweet creature like Sam. "I'm so sorry. I'll kick his ass for you."

Sam chuckled at her offer. "Can I watch?"

Deena laughed softly at her response, then realized that her hand was still pressed against Sam's cheek and pulled it away. She let it fall onto her leg, but Sam reached over and rested her own hand on Deena's.

After a minute of silence, Sam had almost stopped sniffling when she spoke again. "I don't even know why I agreed to go out with him. Like, damn, he's not even that hot. I could've at least gotten played by a hot guy." Sam half-giggled at herself then sighed. "I should've seen it coming."

"Hey, it's not your fault," Deena said, placing her other hand on top of Sam's. Her hand was cold and delicate between hers, and she hoped that holding it would provide some warmth to her.

"If I'm being honest," Sam continued, "I think I only really went out with him to forget about this other crush."

"Hold up, you never told me about that. Who is it?"

Deena's obliviousness faded away as Sam looked up at her with wide eyes. The jealousy, the talk in her car, the longing that filled the space between them now - at this moment, it all clicked into place.

"Oh," Deena whispered.

"Deena," Sam spoke, hushed as she leaned forward. "Can I...?"

"Please," Deena breathed as their lips touched, soft and scared and new all at once. The thought of crossing a line beyond the point of return flashed through their minds, but it seemed as though they both wanted to push the boundaries. Sam's free hand cupped Deena's cheek shyly, as Deena squeezed her other hand between hers. They treated each other carefully, as though kissing too hard might break the other, which would be a crime worse than death.

"YES!" Kate shouted, giving Simon a high-five. Some hot chocolate spilled out of the mug in her other hand and onto the floor, but they were both too enthusiastic to care.

"Finally, you guys!" Simon ran over to them, wrapping them both in a wide hug from behind the couch as a giant grin spread on his face.

"You guys were watching?!" Deena asked. She felt her cheeks flush as she pulled away.

"Duh!" Simon answered. "We've been waiting for this!"

"Took you guys for-fucking-ever," Kate said with a smile, handing Sam her cup.

Sam held the cup up to her newly-warmed lips, courtesy of Deena, and took a sip, looking over the edge at her. Deena saw her blue eyes crinkle into a smile, and her mouth returned the sweet sentiment.

[pascalpanic]

Tik Tok Tyranny (Marcus Moreno x f!Reader)

Part of the Making Moves universe

Summary: Missy has become obsessed with Tik Tok. Luckily for her and not-so-luckily for you, her mini-mom adds many likes to her posts. Marcus gets roped in too.

W/C: 2.6k

Warnings: Language, Missy gets The Full Name when Marcus gets mad. otherwise it’s rlly tame.

A/N: PSHSHRHTS guys this idea has been rattling around my head and I thought it was super cute so I had to do it!! Lots of love to @leonieb for inspiring the first fic in this universe (who knows, maybe there are more to come?), @theteddylupinexperience for helping me out with all of my plot and helping me come up with this idea in the first place, and my babe @softly-sad for simping over Marcus with me and giving me some ideas!!

Missy’s Tik Tok page has been blowing up lately, and most of it is due to you.

It all started when she downloaded the app, showing you and her father the funniest ones she’d found. Many of them consisted of cute animals and bad jokes, since she inherited her father’s sense of humor. Your phone constantly dinged with new messages from Missy, sending you funny videos and recipes.

This morning, you wake to big brown eyes in a tiny head above your bed. “Good morning,” Missy sings. “We’re making a Tik Tok. Up and at ‘em!” She shouts, pulling back your covers.

You groan and roll over, finding Marcus’s side of the bed empty. “Where’s your dad?” You ask with a gravelly voice, eyes fluttering open.

“I don’t know. Doesn’t matter, he’s not gonna be in it. Actually, we do need a cameraman- Dad!” Missy hollers into the hall.

You groan and rub your eyes, reaching for your glasses. “It’s like 7, kid. How do you have so much energy? You don’t even drink coffee,” You ask her, a yawn overtaking your face.

“Because I’ve been planning this since last night,” she says with a grin, ripping the covers back once more. “Come on, please.”

Another yawn. “Fine. What are we doing, hm?” You ask her, eyes opening as you stretch out in bed.

“I’m dressing you for the day,” she sings. “You know those videos?”

“No,” you groan. “There are a lot of videos, kid.”

“You’re annoying,” she pouts and plops next to you. “Your Gen Z bestie dresses you for the day!”

Marcus walks in with two mugs of coffee, and he hands one to you. You smile and thank him and he looks at his daughter with a furrowed brow. “You’re not making her regret moving in, are you?” He teases her.

“No,” she rolls her eyes as you sip your coffee. “We’re making a tik tok. I’m gonna dress her for the day and you’re going to be our cameraman,” she tells him with a grin, handing him her phone. “Alright, let’s go,” she says and stands, hauling you up and almost making you spill your coffee.

“Damn, Missy,” you laugh and stand with her. “Okay, what do you want me to do?”

She shrugs. “Uh, wave at the camera. This will be the before shot.” Your hair is messy and tied up, your glasses perched on your nose. You’re wearing a large t-shirt belonging to Marcus and a pair of shorts. You sip your coffee and wave as Marcus records it. “Good, all is going to plan,” Missy grins and leads you along.

-

That video got a fair amount of likes; it didn’t go completely viral, but you were popular. It made Missy excited beyond belief and she insisted that you make another. “How good are you at dancing?” She asks casually over lunch.

“Oh God, Missy,” you chuckle and shake your head. “Not great, but I can move somewhat easily. What did you have in mind?”

She beams at you. “The scene from Mamma Mia where young Donna is on a boat Bill and they dance around on it!”

You both adore the Mamma Mia movies. They’re what brought you together; Missy needed a female presence in her life besides her grandmother, and one night, after being ditched by her friends, Marcus suggested she text you. You brought her to your house and the two of you watched Mamma Mia while eating pints of Ben and Jerry’s, singing along at the top of your lungs and making jokes at the movie’s expense.

It turns out that the dance isn’t overly complicated. You’ve both watched the movies so many times that it’s almost like second nature to the two of you. You’re practicing the dance to the blasting speakers in the backyard when Marcus finds the two of you. “Hey ladies,” he calls out, but you can’t hear him. The two of you are spinning each other around and laughing as you practice, Missy bonking into you and making you both stop, beaming laughing.

Marcus pulls out his phone and records it for a moment, grinning as he watches it. His two girls having the time of their lives, dancing to the Mamma Mia soundtrack in their shared home. It’s wonderful.

The dance segment ends and you both stop, catching your breath. You grin as you see Marcus and rush over to him, throwing your arms around him. You kiss his cheek before burying your face in his neck. “Hi, snuggles.” It’s your favorite name for Marcus: he’s tall and strong but so cuddly and unbearably soft. You want your arms around him at all times. “I missed you all day, stupid work,” you chuckle.

He wraps his arms around you too. “Missed you too, baby. You and Missy are two great dancers,” he chuckles.

“Please. I look like I’m dying,” you snort, lifting your head and kissing him softly on the lips.

-

That’s your second Tik Tok video to earn a favorable amount of likes: the video of the dance that Marcus took while you practiced.

The two of you make a new joint account: @missyandminimom. Mini-Mom was her new favorite term for you: you weren’t quite her stepmom yet, not married to Marcus and not a legal guardian to her. But you were like her mom. Thus, Mini-Mom was born.

The video was posted again there and got likes in the thousands, sending you into relative fame. Missy screamed every time she checked the app, her new followers exciting her far more than it excited you.

The next step, Missy decided, was that Marcus needs to be a participant. But not a willing one, or at least not a participant that appears as willing.

“Please Dad, you just need to walk through the background!” Missy begs of Marcus with wide eyes.

Marcus shakes his head but smiles. “You’re not making me dance.”

“Nope! It’ll be just the two of us dancing, and you do whatever you need to in the background. It’ll be funny!”

“Isn’t the point of those things that the people don’t know they’re being recorded?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Just act like you’re not! People will think it’s hilarious, us dancing and you just walking in the background. Everyone will recognize you and we’ll get famous!”

“Fame isn’t the goal,” you clarify to Marcus and to Missy. “We just think it would be funny,” you offer up.

Marcus can’t say no to you. “Well, I suppose,” he groans, and Missy cheers and throws her arms around him.

“You’re the best! I love you so much!” She squeals, letting go and running over to where you stand. “Okay, we’re gonna count down then do the dance, you just walk through the background, stop and look, whatever.”

Marcus nods and you give Missy a high five. “Nice going,” you tease and nudge her side. “Alright, you ready?” You and Missy have been preparing the dance for the past couple of days, and you’re wearing matching outfits now.

“Yeah, here we go,” she squeals and presses the record button. She backs up next to you as the timer beeps.

You start the dance, and Marcus walks dutifully through the background a few seconds in. He stands there for a second, staring at your ass, before wandering out before you complete the dance.

“Woo!” You and Missy both shout as you walk to the camera and check out the video. The dance goes perfect, and you widen your eyes as you look back at Marcus over your shoulder. “Jesus, Marcus,” you tease.

“I got distracted,” he murmurs, blushing, and you run over to him and wrap your arms around him, jumping up and wrapping your legs around him too. He holds you up and kisses the side of your face. “You’re so good with her.”

“She makes it easy,” you laugh and bury your face in his neck.

Missy whips around with her phone and records the two of you, where you stand koala-wrapped on Marcus. “You’re so gross,” she groans and heads off to edit the video.

-

The video does, indeed, go viral, as people recognize that that’s Marcus Moreno in the background, so that must be his daughter and does he have a girlfriend now? You even found you and Missy on the cover of a digital tabloid, in a shot of you hugging. At least they were kind about you.

The next video is a prank on Marcus. You and Missy spent the day planning it, giggling nefariously as you set everything up. You replaced Marcus’s katanas at home with a pair made of plastic, meaning he can’t summon them with his powers. When he returns home, the trap is laid, and you and Missy follow a loose script.

As you cook dinner side-by-side with your boyfriend, you smile up at him. “You know, you’ve never given me a demonstration of your powers, baby,” you murmur to him and kiss his cheek, continuing to stir the ingredients you’re working on.

“Because at home, I’m just your man,” he says and kisses you softly, cupping your face with one hand. You smile into his lips, and you have to admit that you appreciate it. You didn’t realize he was a Heroic until a few weeks of being his neighbor, when it finally clicked that he wasn’t just Marcus, he and Missy weren’t just the Morenos, he was Marcus. Moreno. He always leaves his work at work and you appreciate it.

“Why are you so fucking cute?” you coo and kiss him again. “Still. Just… do the thing, please, whoosh those katanas over here?” You ask, wrapping your arms around his middle and looking up at him with big eyes.

He sighs and nods. “I suppose.” You can see Missy shooting from around the corner and you sneak her a thumbs up. He stares in concentration, holding out his hand to summon them. Damn, he must be out of practice, he thinks, focusing harder. His lip twitches in frustration as it doesn’t work. “Fuck!” He ends up shouting after a few moments where nothing works, and Missy claps a hand over her mouth.

“Dad!” She exclaims with a laugh. Marcus very rarely curses, if ever, and his eyes widen as he realizes she was filming it.

“Melissa Angélica Moreno, don’t you dare-” he threatens as he realizes what she wants to do with it. It’s going on Tik Tok, whether he likes it or not. He lunges after her and Missy squeals, launching off a chase through the house as Marcus pursues her.

-

That video got the most likes of all of them. Glimpses into celebrity lives always do, and you knew from the start that Marcus’s videos would garner lots of attention. Lots of people thirsted over him in the comments. Many duets were made of people saying they wished they were you. You only supposed it was fair; who wouldn’t want to be with Marcus?

“Baby?” You mumble late one night in bed.

“What is it?” A sleepy Marcus murmurs next to your ear.

You sigh, rolling over in his arms to face him. “I know you’re famous, and Missy’s Tik Tok isn’t helping either, but you love me, right?”

His eyes open and he frowns. “Where the hell did that come from?” He asks, pulling you closer and wrapping his arms tight around you. “Of course I do.”

There’s still a small frown on your face. “You’re a superhero. You have a ton of people who would line up to date you. Lots of options.”

He chuckles and kisses your forehead. “Baby. I fell in love with you when you were wearing a fuzzy bathrobe and drinking coffee on your porch. How could you ever question how much I love you?” He asks, voice tinged with sadness.

You feel warm inside at his words, scooting closer. “I know. I just… get insecure about it sometimes.”

“You never have to be,” he assures you and kisses your forehead. “I have never and will never love anyone more than you, except Missy. That’s a tie.”

You giggle softly. “I love you so much, baby,” you murmur into his skin.

“I love you too, cutie. Now please go the hell back to sleep.”

“More like a grizzly bear,” you grumble but smile. You fall asleep just like that, your arms around him tight and face nuzzled in his neck.

-

Two days later, Missy comes flying into your bedroom on a Sunday morning, nearly making Marcus spill his coffee. “You guys!” She squeals. “I just posted a Tik Tok that got the most likes ever, and it’s only been up for like ten hours!”

You groan and scoot away from Marcus so Missy can cuddle in between the two of you. “What did you make now, huh?” You ask as she nestles in.

Missy projects her phone to the screen. She takes your left hand and Marcus’s right, joining them and grinning. “Let me first just say… you’re welcome,” she giggles.

The video starts. my simp-erhero dad and his love🧸✨ flashes across the screen over an image of you on Marcus’s shoulders in their backyard pool.

The video rolls, and it’s about 40 seconds long. A popular love song plays in the back over clips of you and Marcus. You kissing Marcus’s cheek after he found you and Missy dancing to Mamma Mia in the backyard. You, cuddled on top of Marcus on the couch, the both of you napping. You koala-clinging to Marcus after he stared at your ass in that dancing video. Marcus kissing you softly as you cooked dinner and asked him to demonstrate his powers. The last video is of you, Marcus, and Missy at a theme park. Both you and Marcus kiss one of her cheeks in sync, making her giggle. The music fades and the video starts again.

Marcus turns to the two of you, eyes watering. He looks into your eyes first. “Did you help her make that?” He asks.

Your eyes are watering too, grinning. “No.”

He grins down at his daughter, the tears slipping from his eyes. “Missy. That is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. What inspired you to make it?”

She has a real answer: it’s that she wanted the two of you to see your relationship the way she did. She wanted to reassure you. She’d heard you that night when you told Marcus you felt insecure.

But Missy is a snarky little preteen, 4’4” of prepubescent rage and glitter. “The likes I knew I’d get,” she shrugs and skips out of the bedroom happily.

Before you can say something loving to Marcus, he takes your face in his and kisses you slowly. You both chuckle into each other’s lips, you breaking away and looking at him with big and happy eyes. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Marcus grins, pushing his glasses back up his nose. “Hey, I have a question for you. Well, it’s more of a statement.”

“Go for it,” you nod.

“We should get married,” Marcus says plainly with a smile. “I’ve already asked Missy about it, she thinks we should too. Of course, if you don’t want to, I get that. I know we haven’t been dating as long as other relationships do before marriage, and-”

“Yes,” you grin. “Let’s do it.”

He grins and kisses you, holding both sides of your face in his hands. “You know, the two of us seem to really like rash decisions.”

“They always work out in the end, don’t they?” You ask with a grin.

Marcus kisses you in response. They do, they really do. He breaks away a moment later, grinning and watery-eyed. “I still don’t know what a simp is,” he sniffles.

-

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[jamilelucato]

together [F. W.] || pt.2

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!reader

Part 1 available here || together MASTERLIST || Part 3 here!

Summary: Professor McGonagall has had enough of yours and Weasley’s pranks. She has an idea of how to stop it, but will it be enough?

A/N: I forgot to tell you that Reyna is a character that I invented myself — so is some other random Slytherin’s students, since we don’t get to know many of them in the books. With that said, let’s dive into this part! Hope you guys like it!

There will be a third part, of course! If you wanna be tagged, just ask!

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Tag List: @witchything​ @randomlonelytorment​ @themusingsofmany​ @stuckindilemma​ 

Fred was the one who woke you up in the morning. "Good morning, y/N," he said, after shaking your right hand.

You looked down at him a bit embarrassed by what you might look like in the morning. You two used ten of the thirty minutes McGonagall had given you to change clothes and get ready.

It was the start of your second day with a binding charm that connected you and Fred, not being able to be more than five centimetres away from his wrist. It wasn't such a nightmare, though. The older Weasley twin was very gentle, although he practically paid attention to no class, he was fun to have around.

You two remet at the end of Gryffindor's stairs, right on time.

"Ok... so, I'm taking you to breakfast at my table."

"What?" you questioned, leaning your head away.

"It's for you to have social experiences... You don't talk to anyone during the times you're eating, and that's bloody depressing," Fred explained, lowering his tone while you guys left the Gryffindor's room. "Besides, I sat at yours yesterday."

"Because I slept in your room! We had a deal!" you contested, a bit rebelled.

"Come on, y/N, just one meal," he asked, with puppy eyes. You grunted and ended up accepting.

He guided you along the corridors of Hogwarts until you finally arrived at the Great Hall. Although everybody was still looking at you two, they didn't seem so shocked anymore. They quickly calmed down and got back to eating.

Reyna found your eyes from across the room — you tried to use your hands to signalize you were sitting with the Gryffindors. Your friend wasn't angry, though, because she had other friends to sit and talk.

"y/N, I present you to my friends," Fred said, pointing with his hand to the part of the table he wanted you to sit. He sat next to George, which you already knew, and you sat next to him right after. "Friends, this is y/N y/L/N."

"You are terrible at introductions" Hermione commented, her mocking smile widening.

Your eyes crinkled at the corners. "Right?" and then, turning to the rest of the table and not just Hermione, "Good morning, everyone."

Harry and Lee Jordan shook their head at your direction, opening their mouths in smiles, but Ron and Ginny didn't do anything. They kept on eating their breakfast, ignoring your presence. Fred noticed that you saw their reactions. "That was awkward, thanks, family."

You smiled, embarrassed. "It's ok."

Fred pulled his brows together but said no more. He started serving himself and you as well, which you were thankful.

Professor McGonagall passed just behind you and commented: "Everyone needed was informed about your situation, Miss y/L/N and Mr Weasley."

"Oi! Thank you, Minerva" Fred said, tilting his head in her direction. She almost reprehended him for using her first name but said nothing and just kept on walking until her table.

"Only I can call her that" you pointed out once she had left your earshot.

"Correction: not even you can call her that," he said, smiling at your expression.

When you looked away from Fred, your eyes met Ginny's. She tried to smile but stopped along the way.

"Are you friends with Malfoy?" she asked.

"Oh my God, Ginny, you can't just ask people if they're friends with Malfoy," shouted George, pretending to be worried. "But are you?"

"Not at all," you answered, making Ginny sigh, relieved. "He's just a pain in my ass most of the time."

"Can you not go back to 'asses'? We spend the whole afternoon yesterday about it," Lee Jordan interrupted. His comment made you laugh, and, soon enough, everyone was laughing.

Ginny seemed braver to ask you stuff, but you weren't offended, it was nice answering her doubts, and you hoped it would make her have a better view of the Slytherins. "Yes, we welcome muggle-borns to our house", "No, we don't talk to snakes" and things like that were some of your answers.

Ron didn't take long to start talking to you once he noticed how nice you were to his sister. Though his questions were more related to Draco Malfoy — and you didn't know much about him to give complete answers —, Ron was pleased with the information you were able to give out.

Hermione and Harry seemed happy with you; Harry, surprised to find such likeable Slytherin that didn't come from a family of Death Eaters — he had a rough past with those. Hermione was surprised when you told them your mom was a muggle-born.

"Yeah, mom was Hufflepuff," you informed, "Who would have thought she'd have a Slytherin daughter?"

Everyone laughed at your attempt to joke.

"What house was your father?" asked Harry, looking curious.

"He didn't come to Hogwarts, but Ilvermorny," you answered, forcing your mind to remember the things he used to tell you about the school. "Yeah, he's American."

Fred and George were excited about that news.

"He was... I believe it was a Thunderbolt. He didn't use to talk much about the school."

Fred tilted his head at your direction. "Use to?"

You weren't sure if you wanted to explain to everyone what had happened to your father, you didn't even want to tell Fred, but seeing that the rest of the table began to focus on the owls that were arriving with letters and other kinds of stuff, you decided to say something.

"He died when I was a kid" you whispered to Fred, making your answer short and giving no extra detail.

"I'm sorry," he said, with a sad smile and his wide eyes stared at yours, but you looked away, feeling you were about to be sad and that was not what you wanted after such enjoyable breakfast.

An owl found Fred, and he looked scared about it. "What is it?" you asked when he took the red envelope out of the owl's beak.

"It's a howler" he answered, down turning his lips.

You knew what a howler was, but you never received one — your mom was too much of an angel to send you one of those. She did, however, use to send you a three pages letter about how disappointed she was with you — she did that two years ago when you got three detentions in just one day.

Fred swallowed hard before opening his howler. What you thought it was his mom's voice came bursting and loudly — maybe even the Slytherins could be hearing that.

"FRED WEASLEY, HOW MUCH TROUBLE CAN YOU STILL CAUSE??" it started screaming. A lot of the kids around you laughed. "DO YOU WANT TO DESTROY THE SCHOOL?"

The screams kept on going while Fred listened to it rather patient. You were paying attention to every word until you owl — who were lost after she did not find you at the Slytherin's table — found you at the Griffindor's.

"Thanks, Aurora," you said to her, taking the letter and giving her a treat.

"Aurora?" Hermione was confused by your owl's name.

"Yeah, inspired in the Disney princess. My owl likes to sleep a lot," you said, and eating no more, you owl left, probably to do the exact thing you said she liked the most.

Hermione smiled, happy to hear you were a fan of muggles' movies.

Fred's howler hadn't stopped yet: "Tell that girl I'm sorry for her for putting up with you, but Professor McGonagall told me she is a good student that might put you in line. Oh! And tell Georgie to learn something with her as well!"

George and Fred stared at you, with confused looks.

"What can I say? I am a good student!"

"You're practically always in detention" pointed out George, who had seen you walking the corridors with Mr Filch a lot.

"But I have perfect grades," you remarked. Ginny giggled at your phrase.

"Is that another howler?" Fred asked, looking for the letter in your hand.

"Oh, probably not. Mom's not much of a screamer," you said, looking away. "No offence to your mom — she's seems wicked!"

"One would think that" Ron replied, making everybody laugh one last time before getting up and heading to class.

You carried your mom's letter to every class, not ready to read it yet. You and Fred had decided to attend only the best lessons of each other's schedule. For example, if you had Potions and he had Charms, you'd go to Charms. However, things didn't go as planned.

Dumbledore found you two after your first class and gave you a piece of paper with your new schedule — still a mix of both, his and yours, but in a more academic way than the fun one you and Fred had planned.

Disappointed, but not surprise, you and Fred headed to double class of Potions. You had no problem with Snape, but you had to admit he was not one of the most exciting teachers. Fred seemed to have a problem with him, but that was because Fred was a Gryffindor and Snape didn't really like that.

Lunchtime finally arrived, and you and Fred ran down the corridors to the Great Hall, because you were both starving after Snape made you both taste the Hunger Potion you had prepared at class — the requested one was a Felix Felicis. In your defence, that was an advanced potion that nobody in class managed to do.

Fred was heading towards the Slytherin's table when you poked him timidly "Fred?"

He stopped and looked down at you. "I wouldn't mind sitting with your friends" you continued, averting your eyes while your face turned as red as his hair.

Once he understood your words, he slowly opened a smile with no teeth and reached for your arm, which he squeezed during all the time it took for you to get to the Gryffindor's table.

"I told you you'd like them!" he said, still smiling. You gradually stopped being ashamed and started feeling happy.

Everybody from breakfast was happy to see you and started asking what were classes like with Fred around.

"Does he do anything at all?" Ron asked.

You giggled, "it's practically all me," you let out, receiving a fake punch to your arm from Fred.

Ginny arrived and sat at your left, eager to tell you everything she heard about you around the school. It was a lot of gossips, and eventually, you stopped listening. Students seemed to have invented the worse theories for your situation possible, you couldn't understand why.

She stopped to talk when the food got served, and you took that time to read your mom's letter.

"Dear y/N, How are you, sweetie? Minerva told me all about it. I don't understand why you insist on play pranks on the school, isn't being caught horrible? Back at my days, the most fun I had was throwing hidden parties maybe you should do that. She told me about the boy as well. If he comes to be too bad, please contact me, and I'll put an end to this. But, right now, it appears to be super wicked! I told Minerva you wouldn't feel it as much as a punishment — I was young once, and I know all I would give to be around a cute boy all day. Oh, how I know he's cute? His father has shown me a picture of every single one of his kids while on work; although I don't know which one of them you got tied up with, they all looked extra handsome in the pictures!"

The letter didn't stop there, but you had to stop reading once you noticed chuckles and fast breaths close to your neck. You turned your head immediately and caught Fred reading your letter over your shoulder.

"Fred!" you shouted, slapping his arms, but not hard enough so he wouldn't be angry.

"Sorry, you seemed concentrated, I wanted to know why..." he said, fighting laughs, "Please thank your mom for the compliment, I am truly handsome."

"Yeah, right!" you slapped him once more. George giggled from behind Fred.

"I'll stop! I'll stop!" he promised while you hit him.

"Good" you sighed, going back to reading, this time positioning the letter closer to Ginny.

Your mom went on about the new things she bought for the house and the new muggle movie she had watched. You were not interested to know those things, but you would never tell her so — she became such a lonely woman after the loss of your father, that you liked that she saw you as a best friend. Fred didn't try to read what she had written anymore, or at least, he was able to cover up.

The first week was the worst to get by — you sometimes forgot that Fred Weasley had to follow you everywhere around, like times when you wanted to go to the restroom, and you didn't warn him, making it impossible for the thirty minutes free to be used.

Classes were exciting at first, but then they turned back to the usual boredom. If you and Fred wanted to be free of the spell to enrol yourselves at the Triwizard Tournament and prank people again, you needed to behave. Professor McGonagall seemed to be approving your actions since she started to smile down at you from her time at dinners.

Scared of abandoning Reyna to your new Gryffindor's friends, and having to go back to her when it all ended, you discussed with Fred the possibility of having at least a meal in the Slytherin's table, so you could talk to your friend and find out how things were going. Reyna was happy to have you back — according to her, she did have other friends, but none of them was as good of a listener than you — and she ended up starting a friendship with Fred, glad for his spontaneous playfulness.

George decided to sit one day with you two at the Slytherin's table, and he and Reyna hit it off well, at least, better than you were expecting since George was shyer than his brother.

It didn't take long for each one of them from Gryffindor to sit at the Slytherin's table too. One day, Ginny ran to you to talk about a lesson she was having difficulties — and she wanted your help because Fred told George who told her that you were excellent at Charms.

Lee Jordan sat down one day, followed by George, to talk about how much he missed Quidditch, finding a fan amongst the table: Reyna. She had gone to every single Cup her father managed to buy tickets, and she could spend hours talking about the sport — apparently, so could the twins and Lee, because you had to call out their attention to go to classes.

One week before the binding charm deadline, you put an end to all that run the Gryffindors did to sit with you and Fred. You found Reyna walking in the Great Hall and reached her before she sat down with a proposition. "Reyna, it's ok if you say no, but why don't you come to sit with us at Griffindor's?"

She stared at serious before opening the biggest smile ever. "Really? Can I?" you shook your head yes, with Fred smiling right next to you.

"We'd gladly have you," he said.

"Then let's go!" she said, reaching for your hand and pulling it hard towards were Lee Jordan and George Weasley were sitting.

The harsh pull got you by surprise, and before falling, you reached for Fred's hand, dragging him with you. You three ran to the Gryffindor's table, all giggling. Fred couldn't stop looking at your hand in his, and thinking why hadn't he done that before. It felt perfectly fit and warm.

Reyna was more welcome at the table than you. As you once noticed, she could be a perfect Hufflepuff if not because of her powerful ambition. Reyna dreamed becoming the Minister of Magic, and you were sure she wouldn't rest until she got the job.

Hermione liked her a lot because of that ambitious side.

Ron and Harry were worried at first, probably because they were the ones there with the most resentfulness towards your house. However, Reyna managed to charm their worries away, playing with her hair now and then, you were sure the boys were falling in love. Lee Jordan, no doubt, awaited the same fate, as he was only able to flutter his eyelashes.

As faster as October had come, it was already about to go. They announced that the Beauxbatons and the Durmstrang would be arriving on day 30, so it would mean the end of the Binding Charm.

You didn't know how to feel. At first, you were relieved — Triwizard Tournament was about to start, and you had pondered an idea that you thought it could work to get in. Still, at the end of Transfiguration class, you were reconsidering your emotions. You would go back to your room — filled with conceited girls that you had no friendship what so ever. You'd miss Lee Jordan's remarks and nicknames for the students, and even Towler snore.

Ginny, Hermione, Ron and Harry were kids you'd be missing a lot. Especially Harry, who you noticed to have a rough life and you felt like hugging him for his innocence sometimes.

But, fundamentally, the ones you'd miss the most were the Weasley's Twins. They followed you to practically every class, and because you three shared a prankster spirit, most of the time you guys had the same ideas and the same jokes — even though Reyna was remarkable, she'd never think about cool pranks like the ones you and the Weasleys invented.

Not that you had put those ideas in practice either. You just couldn't risk McGonagall extending the duration of the curse.

Fred Weasley had grown in your concept — he was more than a boy seeking the best in life by the fun and no hard work. He had a big heart and was very sensible. Although he was always messing with Ron, he was a perfect older brother, paying attention to everything any of his younger siblings said.

He was no longer your rival, but a dear friend.

Would he still be your friend without a spell around?

Professor McGonagall pulled you two aside at the end of the class. "I just wanted to say," she started, with a whisper before the last student walked away and she raised her voice, "that I'll undo the Binding Charm tomorrow, after the Halloween's Feast."

You and Fred kept looking at her, neither of you with the courage to say something about it.

"I just won't be able to do it earlier, having to assist every guest for the Tournament."

"We understand," you said since Fred didn't seem ready to say a thing.

"Well, with that said... you may go. I believe our visitors are about to arrive," she gesticulated for the door. You and Fred slowly turned back at her and left, both very quiet about what you had just heard.

"What's wrong with you two?" George asked, approaching you in the middle of the corridor. All the students were gathering to see the arrival of the Beauxbatons and the Durmstrang, and they seemed very loud about it.

You and Fred exchanged looks, not so sure about how you were feeling. Could he be feeling the same confusion?

"Tomorrow night I'm back to my room," you said, trying to explain it easily. George looked from you to his brother, staying focused on Fred.

Reyna hushed at your direction, visibly excited. "y/N! Oh, Merlin, you have to have a look at the Durmstrang's boys!"

She pulled your hand, again forgetting that everywhere you were, Fred had to accompany. You turned to face Fred, letting your puppy eyes out and reached for his hand, that he was more than pleased to offer.

Reyna guided you to the crowd of students, walking in the Great Hall. "They'll sit at the Slytherins'! Should we go there?"

Lee Jordan found you four along the way. "Please, take us to your house table. Krum is among those students!"

George opined. "Don't do so, we won't' be able to get Ron, and you know how he is going to be," and even though Reyna and Lee wanted to go to the Slytherin's, they respected George's request, turning back to the Gryffindor table.

The group formed a line: Lee Jordan followed by Reyna who pulled you, who pulled Fred who talked to his brother. The place was way too crowded to walk with no trouble, so along the way, Reyna was telling about the boys she had liked the most. "There's one at Beauxbatons, tho..."

You didn't notice George and Fred talking about you from your behind, distracted by the volume of the conversations that surrounded you. But, whatever they were discussing, they ended it before sitting down at the table.

Ron was, as George predicted, frustrated with Krum to have sat next to Malfoy, but it didn't last long, due to soon enough he was charmed by a Beauxbatons girl that came closer to our table to get some food.

Dumbledore finally started talking, introducing Mr Crouch and Mr Bagman as two of the judges, as well as himself, Madame Maxime — from the Beauxbatons — and Professor Karkaroff — from the Durmstrang.

Mr Filch approached Dumbledore with a wooden chest encrusted with jewels. The Headmaster continued: "As you know, three champions compete in the tournament, one from each participating schools." He explained that they would give grades to the participants and the one with the highest total after the tree tasks would win. "The champions will be chosen by an impartial selector: the Goblet of Fire."

Dumbledore placed the goblet on top of the casket, where everyone could see it. "Anybody wishing to submit themselves as champions must write their name and school clearly upon a slip of parchment and drop it into the goblet," said him. "Aspiring champions have twenty-four hours in which to put their names forward."

The Headmaster then said — and he didn't even need to ask for silence, as everyone stood as quiet as they could — that the goblet would return the names of the most worthy tomorrow night.

"To ensure that no underage student yields to temptation," said Dumbledore, "I will be drawing an Age Line around the Goblet of Fire once placed in the entrance hall."

Fred, George and yourself growled at that part, angry that the Headmaster was still going for that prohibition.

"There can be no change of heart once you have become a champion," warned Dumbledore, at last, finalizing his speech. "Now, I think it is time for bed. Good night to you all."

"An Age Line!" Fred said, his eyes glinting as you followed him and the rest of the Gryffindors back to their Tower, leaving Reyna behind.

George suggested fooling the goblet with an Ageing Potion, but Hermione corrected him, pointing out that a student younger than seventeen wouldn't stand a chance. Fred and George ignored her comment and started pining over Harry Potter to see if he'd like to participate. The boy didn't answer.

Arriving at Fred's room, George seemed eager to talk to his brother but also scared to do so with you around. You rolled your eyes at them. "How much minutes we have left for today?" you asked Fred, wondering if there were minutes left from the thirty-minute break Professor McGonagall had given you.

"Perhaps a full five-minute break," he said, unsure.

"Perfect!" you said, jumping out of bed and heading out. "You have five minutes to talk to your twin, George."

You closed the door behind, only able to hear movements, but no words. There was no need, though. They were probably discussing how they'd put their names in the Goblet of Fire. What they didn't know was that, with five minutes free of Fred's fast eyes that read everything you held, you were also thinking of a way in for yourself.

You found Hermione still sitting at the common room, with books all around her. Noticing her friends weren't around her, you took the opportunity to ask her something.

"Hermione? Do you have a minute?" you asked, sitting on one of the chairs next to hers.

She looked up at you while you looked down to see what was she writing. It seemed to be about house-elves, but you didn't understand what she wanted to know about them that wasn't pretty obvious.

"Sure, y/N. What do you need?"

"I was thinking... Ageing Potion. Do you think it would be possible for one to pass Dumbledore's Age Line with one of those?" you asked, deep down already knowing the answer.

"No, I don't believe it could, Dumbledore is clever about those things," she said, looking up to think, "Perhaps Polyjuice Potion would be a better solution — disguised as someone else, you might be able to pass the Age Line."

You tried to follow her process of thought, looking down at your clock to see how much more minutes you still had.

"But then again, would the goblet take your name if it came from someone else?" she wondered out loud. "Oh! Perhaps Wingardium Leviosa could do the trick!" she exclaimed, happy with herself for thinking a solution.

"The Levitation Spell?"

"Yes! You can write down your name and levitate to the goblet! It's so simple though it might not work..." she said, getting said by the end of her phrase.

"But it might just do the trick! I don't think Dumbledore would expect a student to fly their name around..." you said, thinking more about it. You got up at the look of the time. "Gotta go, Hermione. But thank you, thank you so much!"

"You're welcome!" she shouted while you ran up the stairs, desperate to avoid being pulled by the spell.

You pushed the boys' dorm room in a quick move, looking at your wristwatch, thinking you would be able to make it in time and the spell would drag you in that horrible way it did the first time.

A crash sound echoed through the room and down the hall.

Fred Weasley, although very happy to have some privacy with his brother to talk about their Ageing Potion, was paying close attention to the time. He feared y/N would lose track of it and he'd be pulled to next to her with a harsh movement. He didn't like it the first time it had happened because it hurt a lot.

Therefore, when they had only thirty seconds left to be attached again, Fred decided to get out of the room and look for her. He pulled the door open with the last glance at the clock — five seconds.

And then, y/N was just at the other side of the door, but not close enough — the spell felt the need to push them against each other, and that was how the loud crash sound echoed. y/N's chest bumped to Fred's, causing the rest of the boys to laugh — the only one that didn't think it was funny was the one sleeping, Kenneth.

He quickly surrounded you with his arms, in fear of your fall. You held yourself up by supporting your weight around him. You could feel your face turning red, and you didn't want him to notice that the embrace made you embarrassed.

"Are you guys ok?" Lee Jordan asked from behind Fred, making you shrank, even more, blushing. Some laughs followed the comment, probably from George.

You swallowed before slowly letting go. Keeping your wrist close to Fred's, you stared at him, forcing him to lower his head. His eyes, wide and sparkly, stared at you with his lips pursed.

His embrace finally loosened, and you both walked towards his bed and the mattress. "Good night, guys," he said, in a mocking tone, filled with anger. One by one, George's and Lee's lights went off, and the room seemed quiet as ever.

But, over Fred's bed, all you could do was think, think, and rethink. You were only able to fall asleep way over three a.m., and by the look of Fred's face the other day — he had dark circles around his eyes, leaving him with an uneven tone, which probably could be seen in yours as well —, he hadn't had a good night of sleep either.

"Good morning to you two," George said while you and Fred got out of the common room and walked towards the Entrance Hall. It was Saturday, and you could have stayed in bed longer, but you were too thrilled about the Goblet of Fire to keep yourself inside.

When Fred noticed his brother and Lee's presence, he got a better look at his face, smirking a bit.

"Look away, y/N," he said, asking not so much politely. You rolled your eyes. As if you didn't know what they were about to drink! After drinking the potion, they hurried down the staircase, forcing you to run to follow them.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were already there, watching the goblet and talking with the people around it.

"Done it," Fred whispered to Harry, and you frowned from behind him. "Just taken it."

"What?" Ron asked.

You pressed in hand over your robe to feel if your paper was still there. You had hidden it there during the free time you got to take a shower.

"The Ageing Potion, dung brains," said Fred.

"One drop each," said George, rubbing his hands together with glee. "We only need to be a few months older."

"We're going to split the Galleons between the three of us if one of us wins," said Lee, grinning broadly.

"I'm not sure this is going to work, you know," Hermione warned, but in a more hostile tone than the one she used with you last night, "I'm sure Dumbledore will have thought of this."

Fred, George and Lee ignored her.

"Ready?" Fred said to the other two, holding a slip of parchment in one hand and grabbing your right hand with the other. It was nice having his warm touch, and you wondered if he did it just out of habit or because he missed it too. "C'mon, then — I'll go first —"

They tried walking in — Fred stretched himself out all the way, leaving you out of the circle and trying to put the paper inside. However, it didn't work — they landed painfully, dragging you around the ten feet fall.

Fred and George now had big white beards, and everyone was laughing at them. If the fall hadn't hurt you so much, you would have laughed as well. They noticed their new looks and joined in. You took the opportunity of their distraction to take your parchment out of hiding and cast "Wingardium Leviosa" with the lowest voice ever.

The paper flew around — being so small, not everyone noticed — but, although you moved your wand towards it, the parchment wasn't able to pass the Age Line.

"I did warn you," said a deep, amused voice, and everyone turned to see Professor Dumbledore coming out of the Great Hall, followed by Professor McGonagall, who looked furious.

He got closer to you all who were still sitting on the floor. " I suggest you both go to Madam Pomfrey."

"Oh, no, you wait a minute!" shouted McGonagall, stopping you in your way fo getting up.

Fred looked at you, scared.

"What was this? Do you three thought you could prank Dumbledore's Age Line?" she asked, but neither of you answered.

"Minerva, no need..." the Headmaster started, but McGonagall didn't let him finish.

"I'm sorry, Dumbledore, but those two —" she pointed to you and Fred "— are under my supervision. And I said no pranks!"

"What did I do?" you questioned, facing down to yourself, who had no beard or old look on your face.

"You — do you think I didn't saw that parchment flying alone?"

"Wingardium Leviosa? That was clever, could have worked," commented Dumbledore, in a fascinated tone.

"It was Hermione's idea" you informed the Headmaster.

Fred looked back at you for a second, as if his eyes were saying "you did that! Wicked!"

"So, forget getting free of each other anytime soon. I'm revoking it — how long is yet to be determined," Minerva said, pausing only to breathe. "Start being those behaved students you spent the month being and you might see yourselves free of this by the end of the school year!"

You and Fred exchanged looks, embarrassed for taking the lecture in front of everyone.

"Off you go, now!" she shouted, not just for you two but for the rest of the crowd that was forming as well.

You had to follow Fred to the hospital wing, most to Madam Pomfrey's dismay.

"What are you doing here? Allergies?" she asked.

"No, I'm with Fred Weasley, ma'am."

"You can leave now, dear, I'll cure him."

"No, Madam Pomfrey, see, I can't leave because..." you started saying, but she interrupted you.

"Are you the two dimwitted that caused Professor McGonagall one of her wost phases?" she asked, looking down at Fred, who sat at the available bed. "I've never seen that woman so angry — binding two students forever, what was going on in her mind?"

"I ask myself the same" you sighed, thinking that now, not only you weren't able to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, you also couldn't to go back to your old routine. Wasn't that what you wanted, though? Only one day ago? Now, you seemed to disagree.

***

Madam Pomfrey took her time to dis-age the boys.

Fred was lying still over the hospital bed, waiting for the medicine to work. So did George, on another bed, at your left. You were sitting on a stool Madam Pomfrey offered you after seeing this would take a while. She asked for someone to bring us sandwiches — since you hadn't eaten breakfast —, but now that it was over, you stayed there, pretty bored.

George couldn't stop looking at himself with the small mirror offered, looking for his face during the dis-ageing process. "Look, now I might be fifty!" he was very thrilled with the transformation.

Fred ate his sandwich at a slow pace, and once it was over, he stayed quiet, staring at the ceiling. Both of you had a lot to say, but no one had the courage.

"So... you guys are stuck together, huh?" George said, trying to break the silence, turning himself towards you and Fred. "Shouldn't matter that much — if we are not goin' to be able to be champions at the Triwizard Tournament, after all."

You stared at George. He had such a simple way of seeing things.

"We're not gonna be able to win best pranksters either," you pointed out, pressing your lips together while crossing your arms.

"We're not gonna be able to win apart," corrected George, "Maybe we can all win together."

"Not very likely. Besides, we can't prank anyone if we wanna be separated one day," you said, raising your cheeks.

"McGonagall doesn't seem to be in the mood to separate you two anytime soon," George replied, "so have fun or whatever. When school's over, she'll have to undo the spell."

Fred seemed rather quiet, staring at his brother's eyes like he wanted to say something but never coming forward with it. It annoyed you.

The boys were now looking like they could be forty, and you thought they look quite handsome.  Not that older guys were your type, but, yeah, Fred and George could be those sexy old actors that your mom insisted on being a fan.

"Well, I guess if I'm already in the kitchen, I can stand the heat," you said, sighing.

Fred looked at you, "Am I that horrible?"

"What? No! That's not what I meant!" you answered, desperate to undo the misunderstanding. "It's just..." you started but noticed you couldn't finish, not with him looking at you like that, not with the fact that just in two months you had more friends than in your whole life. "It's nothing; this hasn't been a punishment at all. You're right, George, we can have some fun together."

You tried to dodge his eyes to look at George, but you couldn't stop staring at Fred. He was getting younger by the minute, looking back like himself, and you couldn't be more glad. He had been your best friend in those couple of weeks, and you couldn't just trash it all because you rather be pranking the school alone.

"That's the spirit!" George said, looking back to the mirror in his hand. "Look! We're probably twenty-five now!"

Madam Pomfrey reappeared, hours later.

"You boys are free to go. You've been sixteen for quite a while now, but I wanted to make sure you wouldn't start getting younger," she said, and looking at your horrible face she added: "It happened before."

Fred and George got up, passing their hands over their faces, to feel the young texture they missed.

"Go, dinner will soon be served!"

"Well, that goes a day without doing a thing!" Fred complained, reaching for your hand to walk out of the hospital wing.

You were surprised but let him have your hand anyone — his touch was nice and firm, something you'd always welcome.

You were one of the firsts to arrive at Gryffindor's table. A girl, you saw her playing Quidditch before, was sitting and waving at you three.

"Fred! George!" she called out. The boys headed to her direction, sitting in front of her. "I've put my name in!"

"Really?" Fred asked, smiling. "That's wicked, Angelina!"

She seemed extra happy with boys approval.

"Oh! I guess I didn't introduce you two, did I?" Fred said, looking back at you. "Angelina, this is y/N; y/N, this is Angelina. She's from our Quidditch team."

"Nice meeting you, Angelina," you said, feeling your cheeks turning pink due to the attention.

"Nice to meet you too, y/N," she said, "I heard all about what you two did. I was in the girls' toilet that day — what a scare you gave me!"

Instead of sounding angry at you, she started laughing, and you and the boys joined in.

"Now I understand why you and Fred have been hitting off so well — you're practically the same!"

"No, we're not!" you quickly replied, used to being in defensive.

Anyway, you didn't think you were like Fred. He was taller, probably braver and more reckless. Besides, it was rare times when you got caught — except two years ago, that was a year of bad luck — and the boys were always running away from some angry professor.

Angelina didn't matter with your reprehension. She kept on laughing, focused on something George was telling her — by the looks of it, he was telling her about how hot he'll be at forty-five.

Harry, Hermione and Ron arrived finally and took a seat next to you and the twins.

"Hope it's Angelina," Fred told them.

"So do I!" said Hermione. "We'll soon know!

Everybody seemed impatient, eating fast to get to the part where Dumbledore would announce the champions. The students from the other school were all very fancy, but you could see they were anxious just like the rest of Hogwarts.

You didn't know who you were rooting for — you hadn't seen Reyna all day, so you had no idea, apart from Angelina, who had put their names in the goblet.

As Dumbledore got to his feet, the students all shut, paying attention to the headmaster's every move. He warned that, as he would be calling the names, the champions should get up and march to an indicated chamber where they would receive instructions.

The Goblet of Fire shone with his sweeping of wand, and everyone was watching — you could notice that Fred and George weren't even breathing in excitement.

Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment that fluttered out of the goblet and read: "The champion for Durmstrang will be Viktor Krum."

"No surprises there!" yelled Ron as a storm of applause swept the Hall. Fred looked back at you as you were the only two laughing at Ron's cheering.

Viktor Krum got up and walked towards where Dumbledore had instructed. Dumbledore continued: "The champion for Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour!"

A silvery blonde girl got up, to Harry's and Ron's enthusiasm. Aperantally, she was the same girl that had caught their eyes the night before.

The Beauxbatons didn't seem happy with the champion selected, as Hermione pointed out, but you couldn't understand why couldn't they cheer for their friend.

Dumbledore pulled the third piece of parchment — the room fell in silence. "The Hogwarts champion is Cedric Diggory!"

"No!" you thought you heard Ron say, but you couldn't be sure; every Hufflepuff was standing, clapping fervently and screaming as Cedric got up and made his way past them.

"Excellent!" Dumbledore called happily as at last the tumult died down. He kept on talking about how we should support our champions and cheer for them, but he suddenly stopped speaking as the fire of the goblet seemed to turn red again, rising upon it a new piece of parchment.

Every student looked confused, but no more than Dumbledore who held the parchment for a long minute before reading it out loud. "Harry Potter."

There was no applause. The whole Gryffindor table, including you, turned to stare at Harry, everybody shocked as the poor boy.

"I didn't put my name in," you heard him tell Ron and Hermione.

"Harry Potter!" Professor Dumbledore called again. "Up here if you please!"

The boy got up almost stumbling in his robes. You, Fred and George, followed him with your eyes — he was marching slowly, possibly not believing that his name got picked. At least, you and the Twins couldn't. You had tried the Levitation spell and the Ageing Potion — what could Harry have tried that worked?

Most of the Professors disappeared into the room Harry had entered and the ones left suggested for you all to return to your dorms. You looked around to everyone — they were whispering. However, so many of them were doing so that the volume started to increase.

Fred looked at you. "Did you know Harry put his name in?"

"No, I had no idea" you answered, only then noticing he wasn't asking you, but George, who was right behind you.

"No, nobody told me a thing" his brother responded.

Hermione and Ron where whispering non-stop, probably discussing how and why had Harry done that. Nonetheless,  there was a question you noticed nobody was asking, and you were very curious about it.

You gently squeezed Fred's arm, who glanced at you as he stood up.

"Fred, why are there four champions if there are three schools?" he seemed bewildered with your question, showing he hadn't think about that.

"Don't know," he said with pinched lips, "It seems weird, doesn't it? Like something is off?"

"Yeah..." you replied, looking away from him to take a glimpse at the Hall. The visitors had already left, and the Hufflepuffs were also gone — probably to organize a party.

Slytherins and Ravenclaws were the majority left — even Gryffindor was going back to their house common room — and they didn't look happy.

Fred reached for your hand again, and you noticed he was starting to do it without thinking — holding your hand had become a habit for him. You liked it.

George followed you two, with Hermione and Ron right behind. Aside from the remaining questions, they were thrilled with Harry Potter's participation. You and Hermione were the only two that showed some kind of worry for the boy.

Gryffindor's common room was unrecognizable, filled with all the students from the house, something very unusual for so late at night.

You found Reyna amongst the invited students from other houses. She had a cup in her hands and was talking to Lee Jordan in a corner; they looked focused on one another, so you decided not to disturb.

Harry finally entered the room with an astonished expression. Fred ran to his direction, dragging you with him — he hadn't let go of your hand yet.

"You should've told us you'd entered!" bellowed him, half annoyed, half impressed.

"How did you do it without getting a beard? Brilliant!" roared George, appearing from nowhere.

"I didn't," Harry said. "I don't know how —"

But Angelina had now swooped down upon him; "Oh, if it couldn't be me, at least it's a Gryffindor!"

Other girls started approaching Harry, who barely could breathe. You felt sympathy, but that wasn't much you could do to help — the most you managed to do was to keep the twins from continuing to harass the boy.

George began to serve you with some beverages and weird foods they had collected at some point, and even though you tried to dodge the things, you couldn't say 'no' to everything. You ended up drinking more than you should, feeling dizzy almost instantly. Fred had already released your hand, to get more freedom to hold things his brother and friends offered.

Reyna came closer to you in the middle of the night, and you hadn't even noticed her until she started speaking. "So exciting to have met Harry before he got selected! Well, I owe that to you. You have been, truly, a good friend lately."

You shook you head yes, regretting immediately to have done the movement.

"Are you ok?" she asked, worried.

"Drank too much. I'm not used to..." you paused, uncertain of what you had taken "whatever they served me," your friend started laughing.

"You should go to bed."

"I can't tho," you replied, "I'm attached to Fred, remember? And I don't wanna make him leave..." you stared at the boy mentioned, who seemed like he was having the time of his life surrounded by his Quidditch mates.

"y/N, I think he'll understand —"

"No, I'll just drink water," you interrupted her, "He is so happy, I won't ruin this for him."

Reyna didn't look very convinced, but she left to fetch you a glass of water anyway. She returned just some seconds later.

"It's juice — I couldn't find water."

She watched you drink it, making you uncomfortable. Could you be looking that horrible? You didn't think so. Yes, you were a bit dizzy and a bit slow, but you weren't unconscious. A part of your brain was still thinking about how Harry's name entered the Goblet of Fire even.

Reyna didn't leave you side, not even when Lee called her. She kept giving you juice and things to eat, but they didn't taste good.

Angelina and the other chasers finally disappeared in the crowd, leaving George and Fred behind. Fred eyes immediately met yours, and he began to worry.

"You didn't drink the whole cup my brother gave to you, did you?" he asked, touching your face with his right hand, trying to find a good light to analyze it. "I shouldn't have let him..."

"Don't look at me like that — you drank it too, and you don't look as perfect as before." Your words paralyzed him in place before he opened a smile.

"I did drink more than one cup, y/N."

"Oh," you sighed, frustrated with yourself. You noticed that Reyna ad finally left your side, and wondered if she went meet Lee. Do they have a thing?

"Come on, let's go upstairs," said Fred, "This party is dying anyway."

"No, I want you to enjoy yourself" you protested while he reached your waist.

"I've enjoyed myself enough. Believe me, tomorrow morning we'll both be looking terrible."

You blinked for what felt like an eternity. "I never look terrible, Freddie."

He froze at the second rung of the stairs to the dorm. Then he giggled and kept on going up, helping you. "Not a lie," he simply said, making you smile, but you thought he didn't notice because of how dark was at the stairs.

When you got to his dorm room, you could see, even in the dark, that someone was sleeping at Keneth's bed, and you assumed it was probably him since he never slept too late in the night.

Fred helped you to get under the covers of his bed, and that was the last thing you remembered of the night.

[ramseyandrys]

Fluffy Alphabet: Ethan x MC

Hi! When I read @isabella-choices ‘s take on this (read it here!), I knew I had to write it for Ethan and my MC Tilly. I’m also thinking of doing one for Liam x MC, Beckett x MC, Mr. Sinclaire x MC, Cal x MC, and/or Adrian x MC. Let me know which you’d prefer!

Tag List: @isabella-choices @lilyofchoices @x-kyne-x @universallypizzataco

A = Attractive. What do they find attractive about each other?

Ethan is attracted to Tilly’s mind. There are times when he’s brought to his knees just by listening to her explain a rare blood disease. Superficially, Ethan is in love her tight brown curls. He loves to run his fingers through it. Tilly says it bothers her because he tangles it, but, truthfully, she loves it.

Tilly is also attracted Ethan’s mind, but, more than that, she’s attracted to how much he cares. Ethan puts his heart and soul into his work because he cares deeply about all of his patients even the ones who prove to be more than a little difficult. She loves him for that. His appearance is just an added benefit. Tilly’s often mesmerized by his light blue eyes, so much so that she occasionally forgets her train of thought while staring into them.

B = Baby. Do they want a family? Why/Why not?

Ethan never thought he’d have children. It wasn’t that he didn’t want them, but that he couldn’t imagine forsaking his job long enough to find someone to settle down with.

Tilly, however, has always wanted children. She used to want four, but, after doing a round in the pediatric ward for a week, she lowered it to one or two.

In the end, they have two children: a son named Parker and a daughter named Eli. Read about them here.

C = Cuddle. How do they cuddle?

Ethan claims he doesn’t like to cuddle. He puts up a fit whenever Tilly wraps her arms around his waist while he’s cooking or snuggles close to him in bed. Tilly can tell by his small smile that he secretly loves it. She can also tell because, every night, Ethan inches closer to her in the bed, making it easier for her to wrap her arms around his torso.

D = Dates. What are dates with them like?

Working in a hospital is exciting. It’s fast-paced. It’s an adrenaline rush. Going out to dinner and a movie just feels boring to Ethan and Tilly, so they don’t. Instead, every date they go on they do something different. It can be as simple as trying a new restaurant or riding in a hot air balloon. Ethan’s content with just going to a new restaurant, but Tilly likes to keep him on his toes.

E = Everything. You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

For Ethan, Tilly is his heart. She’s at the center of it and always will be.

For Tilly, Ethan is her giraffe. She insists it has nothing to do with his long neck, but they both know that’s a lie.

F = Feelings. When did they know they were falling in love?

They both knew for sure in Miami.

G = Gentle. Are they gentle? How so?

Neither Ethan nor Tilly are gentle with each other, particularly in the bedroom. They both love to push each other to their limits. When Ethan started to coddle Tilly when she got pregnant with their son, she all but screamed at him.

H = Holding Hands. How do they like to hold hands?

They don’t hold hands. Instead, Tilly always loops her arm through Ethan’s.

I = Impression. First impression/s?

The first impression Ethan had of Tilly was on paper. He knew she was an intelligent, ambitious doctor who an immense amount of potential.

Tilly’s first impression of Ethan was also on paper. She read an article of his on JSTOR. She googled his name, expecting him to be a stuffy, old man, but she instead got a stuffy, young man.

J = Joker. Are they into pulling pranks?

Ethan hates pranks. He tries to take off of work every April Fool’s Day, so he won’t fall victim to his coworkers and patients’ jokes.

Tilly, on the other hand, loves pranks. The best part about pranking Ethan is his reaction. He lets out an exasperated sigh and an aggravated, “Matilda Louise Ramsey!”

K = Kiss. How do they kiss?

They kiss passionately, holding nothing back.

L = Love. Who says ‘I love you’ first?

Ethan does.

M = Memory. What’s their favorite memory together?

For Ethan, it’s when Tilly says yes to his proposal. Read it here.

For Tilly, it’s when she sees Ethan meet his son for the first time.

N = Nickel. Do they spoil each other?

Neither Ethan nor Tilly are materialistic people. They value experiences more than they do things. So, Ethan will gladly spend a thousand dollars on a bottle of wine just for the few seconds of pleasure, and Tilly will just as eagerly splurge on a vacation to Santorini.

O = Orange. What colour reminds them of their other half?

Blue reminds Ethan of Tilly. When he first met her, she was in blue scrubs, and, from that day on, he’s associated her with that color.

Blue also reminds Tilly of Ethan. It isn’t just because of his eyes, but it’s also because of how calm the color blue makes her feel. When Ethan wants to be, he can be a very calming person. When he puts both of his hands on her shoulders and tells her to breathe, she swears she’s on a white sand beach.

P = Pet names. What pet names do they use?

Ethan doesn’t use pet names besides the occasional “love” or “sweetheart”. He doesn’t consider “rookie” to be a pet name. To him, that’s just another way to pronounce Tilly.

Tilly is the complete opposite. She loves the pink tint that appears on Ethan’s ears and cheeks when she calls him “snuggluffagus” when they’re cuddling or “Ethan the Grouch” whenever Ethan is pissy they ran out of coffee.

Q = Questions. Are there questions they’re always asking?

Ethan is always asking Tilly, “Are we out of coffee already?” Tilly doesn’t drink coffee, so she’s always amused when he gets grumpy about it. He also often asks her, “What did you do?”

Tilly is always asking Ethan, “Have you seen this?” She asks the question then shoves her phone in his face, showing him a meme (or me-me as Ethan pronouns it) or cat video.

R = Rainy Day. What do they like to do on a rainy day?

Ethan loves to sit at the kitchen table and do paperwork as the rain falls. When it’s not raining and he has work to do, he turns on an app that has white noises on it. Rain helps him focus.

Tilly also loves the rain. Whenever it rains, her inner child comes out. She’ll take Ethan’s hand, put Jenner on his leash, and drag them outside. She’ll play fetch with Jenner or watch as Ethan grumbles about his wet sweater vest. Tilly loves bursting into songs from Singin’ in the Rain. Sometimes, Ethan will join her… as long as no one’s there and he’s had his coffee. The day Sienna visited and found Dr. Ethan Ramsey singing “Good Morning” in the rain with Tilly is one she’ll never forget.

S = Sad. How do they cheer each other up?

Whenever Tilly’s sad, Ethan will turn on her guilty pleasure: Scrubs. If they’re somewhere a TV is not, Ethan will hug her close to him and gently whisper in her ear the vows he said on their wedding day, promising again and again to never leave her.

Whenever Ethan’s sad, Tilly asks for his help with a patient she has. Tilly’s found that the best way to cheer him up is to distract him, to bring his mind elsewhere. Whenever that doesn’t work, she walks over to their children, leans down in front of them, and whispers, “I think Daddy needs a hug.”

T = Talking. What do they like to talk about?

Ethan and Tilly, of course, talk about medicine. More than that, they talk about the one TV show they both like: Game of Thrones. They also talk about the latest hospital gossip. Ethan tries to act uninterested whenever Tilly starts a sentence with, “Did you hear what happened?”, but she always notices how his ears perk up.

U = Unencumbered. What helps them relax?

In addition to rain, Ethan’s also relaxed by nature shows. He’s relaxed by the narrator’s often British accent and watching ocelots play with each other in the wilderness. Around the holidays, Ethan likes to sew, but that’s his and Tilly’s secret.

Tilly’s relaxed by baking. She isn’t much of a cook (or baker for that matter), but she likes baking cookies and cupcakes. Ethan always tries her sweets even when he thinks he’s about to eat a piece of coal only to find out it’s a sugar cookie.

V = Vaunt. What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

Both Ethan and Tilly are proud of their intelligence and their ambition. However, that’s little in comparison to how proud they are of their children. Every piece of artwork of Parker and Eli’s goes on the fridge. There’s also a trophy case dedicated to all of the awards they’ve won from Parker’s soccer participation trophy to Eli’s national spelling bee trophy.

W = Wedding. When, how, where do they propose?

Read that here.

X = Xylophone. What’s their song(s)?

Their first dance was to “At Last” by Etta James.

Some of their other songs include: “Baby, I Love Your Way” by Peter Frampton and “More than Words” by Extreme.

Y = You. You are the ___ to my ___ (e.g. the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese).

According to Ethan, Tilly is the angioplasty to his coronary artery. Ethan isn’t exactly known for his romantic abilities.

According to Tilly, Ethan is the Kanye to her Kanye. Ethan has no idea what on God’s green earth that means, but he uses context clues to determine Kanye is someone who likes himself an awful lot.

Z = Zebra. If they wanted a pet, what would they get?

Ethan and Tilly have two pets: Jenner and a cat named Cat.

More of My Work

[cncobby]

Fluffy ABC’s series: Joel

happy new years my loves! i hope 2019 is good to all of us (its still 2019 in california but eh close enought)

so this is a new series (maybe) that i’m thinking of starting!! i got inspo while browsing through tumblr and i saw a couple other fandom writers for marvel do this so I wanted to do it for Joel at least bc he my baby but if you guys like this i’m thinking of doing it for the rest of the boys?? lmk what you think!!

i thrive on positive (or any) feedback so hearing what you guys think motivates me and lets me know how i’m doing so i can write more!!

A = Attractive: what do they find attractive about the other?

For you its definitely his hair, you love running your hand through his curls and playing with his hair while you guys are all cuddled up. He loves your smile, the way it lights up the room when he makes you laugh and how your nose scrunches up just slightly when one of the boys tells a bad joke.

B = Baby: do they want a family? why/why not?

He most DEF wants a family with you. We know homeboy wants seven (why this specific number I have NO idea) but he always daydreams about this all the time. Sometimes you guys will just be sitting on the couch, cuddling and watching Netflix or something when he’ll suddenly be like “so when we have kids do I have any say in their names?” And you’re jokingly like “boy who told you I’m giving you kids” he’s like “um duh we’re having seven. Three girls and four boys ... We’ll have to buy a big house since they’re not gonna wanna share when they’re older.” 

C = Cuddle: how do they cuddle?

Like a fucking koala. Literally wraps you around him like a blanket. His head below yours so you can play with his curls. This is his favorite when you guys are lying in bed, trying to fall asleep, or just waking up. He’ll hold you against his body if you try to leave “five more minutes baby, then we’ll get up”

D = Dates: what are dates with them like?

They're super lowkey, but that doesn’t mean they’re anything less than special. You both love nights in since he doesn’t get to spend much time at home with you, so any chance you guys get to cuddle up and catch up on tv while eating your fave foods is always a good time. Its also a good idea so you guys don’t end up getting mobbed/bombarded by fans or paparazzi. Even though most of your dates are at home, he goes out of his way to make them special and surprises you every time. Whether it be ordering food from you favorite restaurant, or hiring a private chef, or sprinkling rose petals on the floor, he knows exactly how to bring a smile to your face.

E = Everything: “you are my ____” (e.g my life, my world…)

“You are my sunshine.” He always compares your smile to the sun. 

“Why do you always say I’m like the sun?” 

“Because you’re the biggest star in my solar system” 

“that was so cheesy” 

“yeah but you love it”

F = Feelings: when did they know they were falling in love?

I feel like it’d be super random and unexpected, like he was having a bad day so you spammed him with goofy pictures and videos and he just felt his heart burst with this overwhelming amount of fondness for you. He looked at your face with that stupid filter on it and just thought at how sad he’d be if he wasn’t able to see that everyday.

G = Gentle: are they gentle? If so, how?

I feel like during sex he’d def be more the slow and sensual type. He loved taking his time with you and seeing all the different sounds and expressions you made when he’d kiss you in certain places. Not to say he wouldn’t be rough at certain times, but I feel like he’s the more gentle love making type.

H = Hand/Hold: how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?

He likes to hold your hands, but a lot of the time he’ll grip your waist while your arm is slung around his. He likes the closeness of this since he doesn’t get to walk around like this with you all the time.

I = Impression: first impression/s

So you were a low-key super fan of them, like running a blog about them super fan but when you saw him randomly at a coffee shop you were like “oh fuck do I ask him for a picture?? Do I respect his privacy?? WHAT DO I DO” but u ended up like just sitting there and not picking any solutions. 

He saw you sitting there alone and was like hooooly who that be. A part of him hoped that you recognized him and were a fan and wanted a picture so that you’d come a talk to him but after he stood around for a few minutes he was like “fuck she has no clue who I am” so as he was walking towards you someone accidentally ran into him and his drink spilled. All . Over . Your . shirt. You were like “holy fuck” and his brain went into panic mode and was like omg I’m so sorry are you ok?? Here take my jacket and legit stripped off his jacket and put it around you.  

And then it was like a really awkward period where you were like silent and petrified and he was panicking bc “oh fuck i spilled a drink on the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.” But then you eventually were like “...well this wasn’t how I was gonna ask my favorite singer for a picture, but...” And he feels such relieft bc OMG she doesnt hate me. You end up getting your picture (and his number!!) and leave smelling like coffee, but with a cute new hoodie and potential boyfriend.

J = Joker: are they into pulling pranks?

He’s not that big of a prankster. The only reoccurring prank he does is surprise you by showing up randomly at your work/school/house when he’s supposed to be on tour. He prob tells super corny jokes ESPECIALLY when you’re having a bad day so you smile at how bad they are.

K = Kisses: how do they kiss?

Lots of quick smooches, one quirk is that he loves to kiss the back of your hand. Every so often, he’ll steal your breath with a slow, deep kiss that leaves you dizzy.

L = Love: who says I love you first?

Well after he realized that you were a fan he knew that you loved him but you were afraid to say it too early out of fear that he’d think it was just fangirl admiration. You don’t officially say it until he does, but he hears you whisper to it after you thought he had fallen asleep.  

M = Memory:  their favourite moment together

When he brought you home to his family for the first time, and you just fit. His mom loved you (thank god you were both freaking out over this) and his brothers instantly bonded with you as if you were their sister. His brothers teased him to no end, but were happy they finally had a sister to love and care for.

N = Nickel: do they spoil? 

He looooves spoiling you. But not only materialistically, even though he loves to buy you gifts. He knows you prefer smaller more meaningful gifts than extravagant ones, so he’ll always buy things with your name on it from all the countries he visits, or sends you one of his hoodies with his cologne sprayed on top so it’s like he’s home with you.

O = Orange: what colour reminds them of their other half

For some reason, he has a habit of buying you things that are yellow. Once you asked him why, and he said  that it reminded him of your smile, the way you light up a room when you laugh or giggle. Also goes along with how he says you’re his sunshine.

P = Petnames: what pet names do they use?

Lots of babe/baby, especially when he’s whining for your attention. 

“hey babe what hat should i wear?”

“baby come cuddle with me”

“look at how cute you are look at how cuuuute my baby is”

He calls you angel on certain occasions, like if you’re mad at him or when you’re having a bad day and he’s trying to cheer you up.

“angel whats wrong?”

“i’m sorry angel, you know I didn’t mean it like that”

“look angel!! this is how happy you make me”

Q = Quaint: what is their favourite non-modern thing?

He loves black and white silent movies. You guys will often call/facetime each other and watch these movies together, making stupid comments throughout the movie to each other.

R = Rainy Day: what do they like to do on a rainy day?

You guys loved to cook/bake on rainy days. Lots of reenacting scenes from your favorite musicals and doing lots of duets of your favorite songs together. (This results in lots of burned cookies)

S = Sad: how do they cheer themselves/each other up

Lots of times he’ll just call you because he’s on tour and will go on a long rant about whatever’s bothering him. But if he’s there with you, you’ll instantly be able to tell if he’s upset bc he’ll just look really pouty and in those times the thing he loves is when you lay his head down on your lap and just gives him a scalp massage while asking whats bothering him.

T = Talking: What do they love to talk about/hear you talk about?

He really likes it when you talk about school/your job because although he loves his life sometimes its nice to feel like a normal person. He likes to talk about all the dumb shennanigans the boys do when on tour and all the beautiful places he’s seen. 

U = Unencumbered: What helps them relax?

Sounds corny and predictable, but singing. He loves doing covers of all songs, and when he’s feeling stressed he likes to cuddle and serenade you.

V = Vaunt: what do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

He loves to show off your couple pics to all the boys. They often find him just scrolling through his photo albums looking at the pictures you guys took together. “Look guys, look how photogenic we are.” “Bro we know you’ve shown us that picture like a million times”

W = Wedding: when, how, where do they propose?

It was about two years after you guys started dating, and you were talking to him about which job offer to take, the current job you had allowed you to travel with him if you wanted to go on tour with him, but the new job you were offered was a definite step up from the one you had, but wouldn’t give you as much freedom. He obviously wanted you to take that one, but you were worried that it’d put a strain on your relationship since you wouldn’t be seeing each other that often and your trust issues started to creep into your mind when all of a sudden he was like “Well would being married make you feel better?” 

And you’re like “…did you just” 

A smirk starts to creep up on his face, “Did I just ask you to marry me? I think so, what do you think angel? Wanna get hitched?” 

You low-key wanna smack that smug smirk off his face but you’re too stunned and just nod. “Yeah I’ll marry you dork” 

Later you guys are cuddling after you ‘celebrated’ your engagement and you’re like ... “You do know your mom is gonna kill you for proposing like this though” and he’s like “FUCK you right”

X = Xylophone: What’s their song?

Sun and Moon from Miss Saigon. The lyrics represented your relationship so well, and you’d always ask him to sing this to you if you weren’t able to fall asleep

Y = You the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

He’s a dork so he’d prob make some corny joke like 

“You’re the bomb to my diggity” 

The boys overhear him say that to you and are like bro PLEASE never say that again

Z = Zebra: if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?

We know his family already has three dogs so I’m sure he’d get another dog! Especially to keep you company when he’s away on tour or doing band stuff!! Bonus scene: I can so see him coming home randomly like “…I got us another dog” and you’re like 

“JOEL WE TALKED ABOUT THIS” 

“ok listen but I went to go get more dog food and he just looked SO SAD”

i hope you guys like it!! its longer than most of my headcannosn and is a different style but i had so much fun writing this and its dear to my heart so show her some love <3

[insomniacandtired]

Headcanons #3

Because I’m the worst at keeping up with asks.

do perhaps have any (n)sfw hcs about sua and siyeon, or yoohyeon and siyeon? or just general dynamics in dreamcatcher, if you're up for that 0

I’m feeling suayeon today, so we’ll go with that

Sua is Siyeon’s puppy, but she gets more than a bit bratty at times, so Siyeon is constantly having to punish her

Despite that, Sua feels that she should be repaying Siyeon for looking after her, so it’s not uncommon for Siyeon to get home after work to a hot meal and bath ready and waiting for her

If they have days off together (which isn’t that common) they go on dates around the city, from carnivals to festivals to movies, even just a day at the park

Siyeon - being very high up in her company - definitely makes more money than Sua - a waitress - but she never lets her feel bad about it

Siyeon lets Sua pay for anything, but she doesn’t flaunt it - instead she does something to distract Sua while she pays

Sua knows what she’s doing, and doesn’t like it, but at the same time, she appreciates it nonetheless

I was wondering if I could maybe request some Fromis_9? I have really been loving the dynamic between Hayoung and Megan? Do you happen to have any thoughts on them? I like how patient Hayoung manages to be when Megan is in one of her moods, and Megan shows her that same respect when some of the other members are very much over it and I think it's cute. Plus they are super tactile and both have wandering hands. Also Gyuri appa with Jisunnie is my second fav pairing. They are so cute 😍

Megan knew she was being ridiculous

That being said, she couldn’t exactly help it at the moment, and that was only making it worse

She felt suffocated, like she couldn’t get enough air

Despite how many times she had snapped at her, though, which had made everyone else leave, Hayoung was still there, gently rubbing her back and speaking quietly to her about whatever she could think of

As much as she hated it, she couldn’t deny that it was really helping

She was slowly beginning to calm down, but it would be a while before she was back to normal

Hayoung didn’t seem to care, ignoring pretty much everything as she did her best to help Megan, but it still made her feel so guilty

Later, when she finally calmed down, she hugged Hayoung softly, murmuring apologies

Hayoung just smiled, telling her it was alright

When the same thing happened to Hayoung a week later, Megan made sure to be the best friend she could, doing her best to comfort her just as Hayoung had comforted her

everytime I stop to think about how much wheesa know and trust each other I kinda warm up a little. do you have anything with that? maybe them moving to start being trainees, and finding out they're in the same group.

Wheein was nervous

Scratch that, she was full on terrified

She and Hyejin had been best friends for so longer, trainees for even longer, and now they would have to separate

To make it even worse, they were separating because Wheein was living out their dreams, and Hyejin wasn’t

She felt so guilty about it that she nearly turned it down, but she knew Hyejin would whoop her ass if she did so

Finally she worked up the courage, going to visit Hyejin like she had so many times before

“I have something to tell you,” Wheein says, her throat tight

She can’t look at Hwasa

Hwasa says, “So do I...you can go first…”

“I...I was selected to join the new group, so we won’t be able to hang out much anymore…”

It’s silent, for long enough for Wheein to finally look up

Hyejin has her hands over her mouth, tears in her eyes as she stares at Wheein, and it makes Wheein feel so guilty that she bursts into tears, trying to muffle herself as she sobs

Hyejin panics, pulling Wheein into a huge hug as she explains

“No, no, no, I’m not sad! I’m happy! I was chosen, too!”

Wheein doesn’t want to believe it, but at the same time, she hopes so desperately for it to be true

When they compare information and find out they’re going to be in the same group, they both start crying, too overwhelmed to keep their composure

i really love your writting¡¡ do you have any thoughts about red velvet x f(x), i know they didn't had enough interaction in cameras but maybe in the sm?? irene, seulgi & yeri trained with them so idk i want to know if you think of something ♡

They’re really not sure how it took so long to realize that Irene and Sulli shared a birthday

It was only when the two groups tried to book a practice room at the same time for birthday vlives that they found out

It very quickly became tradition for them to combine the parties, and they got pretty wild at times

Seulgi loved getting drunk, which was only encouraged by Amber, meaning Wendy had to chase the two around the entire time to try and limit the damage

Krystal spends the night teasing Yerin until she runs off to sulk, only to be forced to apologize by Victoria

Joy spends time with Luna, comparing pranks and jokes to play on the other members

They’re usually posted up in the corner, giggling maniacally, making all the others just a little nervous

Irene and Sulli spend the night watching the antics the others get up to, chatting quietly with each other

Even though none of them really eat cake, it somehow ends up gone before the night’s over

sanayeon and nayeons oral fixation <333

Sana first learned about Nayeon’s oral fixation early in their relationship, when Nayeon was on the verge of sleep and kept fussing until she somehow managed to get Sana’s fingers in her mouth, completely by accident

She calmed down immediately, making happy little noises as she drifted off

Sana found it the most adorable thing ever, and she used every chance she could to get Nayeon back into that position, curled up in her arms with Sana’s fingertips between her lips

Since their relationship is a secret to their friends (by Nayeon’s insistence - she hadn’t come out yet) it was a bit weird, the way Sana would tease her all day in any way she could

More than once she had been approached by the others, telling her to stop bullying Nayeon

Her favorite moment of “bullying” was when she pinned Nayeon to the wall in an abandoned hallway, shoving her fingers so far down Nayeon’s throat that tears were streaming down her face, clinging to Sana to stay upright

The best part of all of this - in Sana’s mind - was how utterly addicted Nayeon was

The one day Sana had to miss class, due to the flu, Nayeon showed up at her door by mid afternoon, on the verge of tears

She didn’t even say anything as she nearly collapsed on Sana, instinctively seeking out her hand and pulling it into her mouth

Can I request a babygirl!Tzuyu and sugarmommy!Jihyo please

Tzuyu originally met Jihyo at a party, where Tzuyu had managed to land a serving job

She spent the whole night doing her best not to look at the gorgeous woman - she really didn’t need to be distracted by that tiny black dress

Right before the party ended, Jihyo (who had had a few more drinks than she should have) cornered Tzuyu in a darker part of the hall, idly playing with Tzuyu’s hair as she admired her face

Tzuyu was panicking too much to really resist, too overwhelmed at having someone so pretty so close to her

“You’re so gorgeous, princess…” Jihyo murmurs. “Could I take you out sometime? Treat you the way you deserve to be treated?”

Amazed that she even has a chance with someone so pretty, Tzuyu agrees, and Jihyo leaves with her number, feeling pretty proud with herself

She doesn’t hesitate to call, either, contacting Tzuyu the next day and setting up a date

Jihyo takes Tzuyu to the best restaurant she knows, something that’s normally far out of Tzuyu’s price range

Tzuyu’s price range is pretty much convenience store ramen, so something like this was just out of this world for her

She’s wide eyed and amazed as Jihyo takes her to a private theater, then to the top of Namsan Tower to see the stars

It’s everything Tzuyu’s ever wanted in a first date, and she’s so sad that it won’t ever happen again once Jihyo sees how poor Tzuyu actually is and realizes how out of her league she is

At the end of the night, Jihyo drives Tzuyu home, seeing that the apartment she lives in barely qualifies as liveable

She wants desperately to just take Tzuyu home to spoil her properly, but everything she’s ever heard about people who aren’t well off tells her it wouldn’t go over well, and would probably drive Tzuyu away

Instead she calmly asks if she can see her again, ignoring the state of her home

Tzuyu’s shocked, to say the least, but agrees eagerly, so happy to know that Jihyo still likes her

Jihyo - over the course of several dates - slowly starts to spoil Tzuyu, buying her everything she could ever want

Tzuyu loves the attention, loves the pretty gifts, loves the way Jihyo makes her feel, like she’s the only person Jihyo sees

At first

She begins to realize how she’s not really contributing anything to the relationship, merely going along with Jihyo as she spends money on her

All Jihyo does is give, and all Tzuyu’s doing is taking

At least in her mind

She starts subconsciously avoiding Jihyo, taking longer shifts at work, doing everything she can to have an excuse not to be available

When Jihyo finally gets ahold of her, she thinks she did something to make Tzuyu hate her, and it takes a long time for things to clear up

Eventually Tzuyu moves in with Jihyo, letting go of all her worries about money

After all, Jihyo takes care of her now, and Jihyo’s baby doesn’t need to worry about such things

[AOA] It's been a long time since Jimin got laid. Seolhyun looks so sexy all the time, especially after she's filmed some commercials, that Jimin can barely stop herself from jumping her.

Jimin could only groan, laying back on the couch with her arm over her eyes

She really didn’t want to be that person, but she hadn’t gotten laid in a while and she really needed to

There was only so much her fingers could do

So when Seolhyun walked in, smelling like beer and her favorite perfume, it was ridiculously difficult to not just jump her

Seolhyun let out a groan of her own, collapsing on the couch next to Jimin as soon as her heels were off, cuddling into Jimin with a happy little noise

Jimin has to bite her lip to stay in control of herself

Seolhyun whines out an ‘unnie’, complaining about all the annoyances she had had to deal with throughout the day

Jimin tried her best to deal with it and listen to Seolhyun’s troubles, but she had a perfect view down her shirt, and Seolhyun’s quiet, smooth voice was really getting her going

When Seolhyun stood up to stretch, thanking Jimin for listening and presenting her with her tight waist and pert rear directly in her face, Jimin couldn’t take it anymore

She pounced, bringing Seolhyun down in a cloud of pent up growls and excited giggled

[TWICE] No matter what anyone says, Tzuyu can't imagine losing her virginity to anyone other than Jihyo

Jihyo’s just...so soft with her

She takes such good care of Tzuyu, and Tzuyu knows that she would never hurt her, no matter what happened

Sure enough, the first time they have sex, it’s the most gentle thing Tzuyu’s ever experienced, and she couldn’t have asked for better

For the next few weeks, she clings to Jihyo, quietly basking in her presence

how do you feel about wenseulrene? i read somewhere about joohyun being topped by seuldy/wenseul when they pull the “unnie” card. while i usually don’t believe in joohyun being topped, it was a nice thought to entertain. what are your headcanons on the ship? both sfw and nsfw, if possible

Joohyun was having a long day

A really long day

So when she gets home to her babies, dead on her feet and ready to just drop into bed and sleep, she can’t bring herself to take care of them like she usually does

Her babies see the state she’s in and gently lead her to the bath, filling it with warm water and quietly stripping her down

They fill the silence with quiet ‘unnie’s, washing her with incredible care and precision

Once she’s clean they clean themselves, then start to pepper her body with kisses

This is normally the point where Joohyun takes over, helping her babies come, but it feels so good that she can't help but lay back and let them take care of her

They sit her on the edge of tub, out of the water, and Seulgi kneels between her legs

She gets to work on Joohyun's core, slowly eating her out with all the force of a feather, while Wendy tends to her chest, kissing all up and down her neck and peppering her breasts with little nips

Joohyun has a hand on each head, threaded through their hair, but not controlling in the slightest

She just lets it happen, letting herself be taken care for once

They end it with Joohyun quietly asking for them to make her come, which they do with great enthusiasm

any thoughts on yoohyeon and jiu? would love it if u wrote a hc^^ thank u legend

Yoohyeon is Jiu's good girl

After all the years they've been together, this is pretty much her entire being

She doesn't know how to not be Jiu's good girl, which isn't always a good thing, especially when it comes to Jiu's job

She doesn't have to travel often, but when she occasionally does, it's very difficult for Yoohyeon

She doesn't know how to live life on her own anymore

It leads to video chats every night Jiu's away, and texts throughout the days, asking her about pretty much everything

It doesn't bother Jiu, knowing that her good girl is so dependant on her

She knows exactly how to take care of her, and how to make sure Yoohyeon never gets hurts because of something that could have been avoided

She's become an expert at making sure none of her orders pose any risk

Wheein being Solars babygirl and Wheein being such a emotional baby hcs?

Solar has to screen every movie they watch, knowing how sensitive Wheein is

Sometimes she forgets to, leading to an inconsolable Wheein, bawling on the couch over a tragic scene

Solar knows what to do at this point, since they've been together for so long

She pulled Wheein into her embrace, letting her focus on Solar's even breathing and heartbeat to calm down

She'll still sniffle for hours, though, leading Solar to swaddling her in the softest blankets and making her hot chocolate, letting her curl up in her lap until she's tuckered out and sleepy

Solar puts her to bed with soft kisses and quiet whispers, rubbing her back until she was truly asleep

She rubs her forehead in the hall, cursing herself for her laziness ahain

i cant really think about a plot rn so can you just write a hc of aoa mina being a brat please? sorry for being,, useless i just love mina and i barely can find fanfics about/with her :/

Yuna was starting to get angry

She was usually pretty calm, and while she did get annoyed, angering her was pretty difficult

However, Mina was managing it, and pretty easily at that

She had spent the night ignoring Yuna, brushing her off and flirting with pretty much everything with a pulse

It got to the point where Yuna was so angry that she nearly shattered the glass in her hand

By the end of the night, she was so pissed that it didn't even show, completely submerged in an icy rage

The group piled into the van to get back to the dorm, and Mina tried to cuddle up with her, thinking she had only annoyed Yuna, only for Yuna to shove her away with a scowl

She ignored Mina the entire drive back, stalking into her room and slamming the door, locking it

She put on her headphones, blasting music until she falls asleep

Mina doesn't sleep that night, too consumed with guilt to even close her eyes

She has only meant to make Yuna jealous, not piss her off so badly

By the time morning came around, she had made an enormous breakfast, filled with only Yuna's favorites

Despite that, Yuna barely eats, deliberately only taking a few pieces of toast, and Mina wants to cry

The others give her pitying looks

It takes the entirety of the day for Yuna to calm down enough to actually talk with her

“Do you know what you did wrong?”

Mina nods frantically, wanting nothing more than to be forgiven

“Get on your bed,” she orders. “Your punishment is three hours.”

Mina is tied to the bed, a Hitachi strapped to her thigh and pressed firmly against her clit

Its turned on at max capacity, and even though she wants to complain, she can't

She deserves this

Yuna sits in the corner, glaring at her throughout the whole thing

Hey man how are you doing? Food poisoning is some shit, and I hope you get to feeling better soon.   I was wondering if you had any thoughts on Lovelyz? I love Yein's interactions with Kei and honestly I just love Kei in general. Babysoul is also one of my favorite Mommy dom idols

Although I'm severely late in responding to this, I think you for your concern. At the time I received this ask, I was definitely starting to feel better, and I'm happy to report I'm feeling a hundred percent, now. But yeah, it was horrible.

Yein and Kei are the baby girls of Lovelyz, and no one could say differently

In any other group, having two baby girls would usually cause jealousy and fighting, but most of the time they were too busy playing with each other to worry about such things

Although they could all be mommies, Babysoul is the one that looks after them most often

She makes sure they're being safe, makes sure they're not hungry, makes sure she's always nearby, just in case something goes wrong

In comparison, Mijoo is like the wild mom

She does the same things as Babysoul, because she loves their babies just as much, but she also gets their help pulling a ton of pranks on the other members

spare jaisy nsfw hc  preferably alpha jane and omega daisy

The dorms at Daisy's university were a bit strange, but effective

Omegas bunked together, typically in groups of four

Since alphas couldn't room together (too much aggression and anger meant too much for the school to deal with) an alpha was typically paired with a beta

When Daisy applied for housing, she applied as a beta, since she hadn't had a rut or a heat, and she was well past the age for even late bloomers

Her roommate was named Jane, and she was one of the prettiest girls Daisy had ever seen, but since she was an alpha, there was zero chance of her ever looking twice at Daisy

Two months into the year, Daisy went into heat

Jane was amazingly supportive through it all, never once touching her, even with Daisy's fevered begging

When it was over, they decided to keep her new status a secret, since they were really good friends and didn't want to be forced to live with someone new

It worked well for a while, with Jane regularly sneaking in suppressants, until Daisy realized how madly in love with Jane she was

Looking back, it started pretty subtly

She would look forward to Jane coming home, perking up when she heard her key in the lock, running to the door to greet her

She'd make Jane little snacks, feeling incredibly happy when she liked them

She found herself thinking about Jane more and more, wanting to make her happy

Finally, she realized that she wanted to be Jane's, even though she wasn't sure if Jane even saw her that way

She planned out the confession to be between heats, just to make sure Jane didn't think she was speaking from lust, because she’s said such things before

When Daisy asks Jane to mark her, Jane misunderstands

She thinks that Daisy just wants her help through heats, more like friends with benefits than lovers

She agrees, even though it hurts, because she's so madly in love with Daisy that the thought of her finding someone else to help her through heats makes Jane want to die

The way Daisy looks so happy when she gets home, the way she makes her food, the way Daisy fits so perfectly under her arm

It makes her yearn for her

Daisy doesn't realize the miscommunication at first, too embarrassed from the confession, and doesn't have the courage to correct it

It tears them both up inside, but nothing changes until Jane's friend Jooe finds her trying to destroy a punching bag

She goads Jane until she's seeing red, then sends her home, a whirling mass of possessiveness and anger

Daisy meets her at the door like usual, her greeting interrupted by Jane slamming her into the wall, biting into her neck with a throaty “you're mine”

Daisy figuratively rolls over, going submissive in an instant as she lets Jane have her way

Jane spends the entire time growling ‘mine’s to Daisy and shaking her until she could gasp out a ‘yours’

It’s only after they’re done (wearing nothing and panting on the living room floor) that Jane realizes Jooe managed to trigger her rut, as she feels herself getting riled up again

She rolls over Daisy to start again, only to hear her whimper in pain

The second the sound registers, she’s on her feet across the room, horrified to have ever hurt her baby

She locks herself in her room, determined to ride out the rest of her rut by herself

The next day, Daisy gets home after classes, drained and worried  wanting to reassure Jane but not wanting to encroach on her privacy, only to find Jane sitting at the table, staring silently at a cold cup of coffee

“We can’t keep doing this,” Jane says, tears filling her eyes. “I can’t keep hurting you like this. I...I can’t handle it.”

Daisy feels like crying, but all she can do is stand there and feel numb

“Will you please be my girlfriend? I can’t stand the uncertainty any more. Please...please be mine?”

Daisy bursts into tears as she rushes into Jane’s arms, doing her best to drown in her alpha’s scent

“Please mark me, unnie!” she cries, “Please make me yours!”

could you write solji/hyelin edging with mommy kink?

Hyelin is the biggest babygirl, wanting nothing more than to have her mommy nearby and to be spoiled

Solji usually has no issue spoiling her, especially with how obedient and pretty her baby is, but sometimes she has to remind her that she’s the one in charge, not Hyelin, despite how lenient she usually is

In those cases, she makes sure to have fun with it

She’ll tie Hyelin in a suspended harness, letting her dangle in midair for Solji to do with as she wished

She’ll spend hours teasing her, bringing her to the brink over and over,but never letting her actually be satisfied

When Solji feels she’s had enough, she’ll untie Hyelin, gather her in her arms and bring her to bed, quietly stroking her back to calm her down

She’ll slowly feed Hyelin, making sure she has lots of water

At no point does she actually let her come - she has to earn that, and being good for her mommy isn’t enough

She finally earns it three days later by perfecting their latest choreo, amd when Solji finally lets her come, she nearly passes out, so overwhelmed by how good she feels that she has to cling to Solji just to retain some sense of self

Any soft moonsun headcanons you have in mind? Oh and I love your blog; your writing is well done^^ 🌙💞

Thank you!

Byulyi’s hard days end one of two ways

She either runs herself a bath, rubbing herself down with soft scented oils and polishing off a bottle of wine

Or she’ll go to Solar’s place, and let herself shut down

On those nights, Solar becomes her world, the only thing she’ll actually notice of the real world

Solar babies her, quietly taking of her and doing her best to make her feel safe and protected

The things they do vary on the day and Byulyi’s mood, but it reminds Solar of taking care of her little cousins

“Moonie” - as she calls herself - likes to watch cartoons, but only if she’s sitting on Solar’s lap with Solar’s hands on her tummy

Sometimes she’ll draw Solar pictures, which are surprisingly good, despite her state of mind

The only way she’ll eat is if Solar feeds her, which usually leads to the tenderest moments of Solar wiping Byulyi’s lips while Byulyi stares at her with wide, innocent eyes

lowkey that was like really good wth wow such quality content

I’m not entirely sure what this is referring to, but thank you! It’s always nice to hear feedback, especially positive stuff!”

Can you write a wonha smut? I dont really know what about but it would be nice to read them. There’s barley anything of them. :( Thank you for writing!!

In what world is wonha rare? Just go on ao3 or aff. It’ll probably be listed under galaxywish, though. Anyways, here you go.

Eunbi knows this is against the rules, but really, who could blame her when it felt this good?

She's just glad they're at the back of the hall, so there's less chance of getting caught, even though she's positive the students nearest them know what's going on

After all, there's not much else to look at during study period

The prefect passes nearby, and instead of stopping, Sojung's fingers go deeper, making Eunbi's eyes roll back

The prefect actually smirks at them when she's close enough, offering Sojung a quiet high five

Sojung fingers her until the end of the period, finally withdrawing and licking her fingers clean as they start to pack up

Eunbi's trembling and dripping all over herself, and she only realizes there's a damp spot on the back of her skirt when Sojung ties her sweater around Eunbi's waist

They walk sedately back to their dorm, with Eunbi tucked under Sojung's arm to try and prevent her from collapsing

When they're in the elevator, away from the cameras and prying eyes, Sojung pins Eunbi to the wall, tugging down her collar to mark up her chest with angry red marks

By the time they get to the dorm, Eunbi's on her last legs, having come more than a few times over the afternoon

The door barely has enough time to close before Eunbi's on the floor, her clothes being wrestled off by an over enthusiastic Sojung

She feels like a doll as Sojung manhandles her, and she couldn't be happier

Finally she's naked, and Sojung's pounding into her with the strap that was hidden under her own skirt

Eunbi's eyes are unfocused and hazy, and she's drooling all over the place

Once she's come a couple more times, and she's nearly catatonic, Sojung lifts her up, bringing her over to the couch so she can curl in Sojung's lap, the strap still buried in her overly sensitive pussy

Sojung strokes her hair and kisses her softly, praising her for taking her so well

On the verge of passing out, Eunbi's never felt so proud

could you possibly write about dodaeng omegaverse with possessive alpha doyeon and oblivious omega yoojung

Yoojung is needy, there’s no denying that

That being said, she’s also weirdly dense, never really understanding when someone is hitting on her

Doyeon is quite aware of it, and since she knows that Yoojung won’t ever discourage people when she doesn’t know it’s happening, she takes it upon herself to make sure everyone knows who her omega belongs to

Whenever Yoojung’s talking to someone new, you can bet that Doyeon will be right by her side, her glare challenging the other person to try anything

Usually she has at least one hand in Yoojung’s back pocket, quietly squeezing her tiny ass

The rare few times someone actually decides to challenge Doyeon’s claim on her, they learn just how strong she actually is as she throws them across the room, picking Yoojung up and leaving with her over her shoulder

When Yoojung goes into heat, Doyeon goes into ultra possessive mode, nesting Yoojung in their apartment and refusing to let anyone get near her

Even though she doesn’t quite know why Doyeon acts like that sometimes, Yoojung loves it, feeling safe and taken care of whenever she does

Even with how possessive Doyeon gets during Yoojung’s heat, it’s nothing compared to Doyeon’s ruts

She does everything but tie Yoojung to her, and sometimes, even that

Yoojung isn’t allowed to get even five feet from her, even if she has to use the bathroom, because Doyeon goes mad if Yoojung’s not touching her

The longest time they’ve ever been apart was when Yoojung went to visit her family for a week, and it was utter hell for the both of them

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Beyond Belieb-f: Fact or Fiction

“You are about to enter the world of strange truth, a world where the line between fact and fiction is almost imperceptible...” - James Brolin (Beyond Belief: Fact or Fiction), May 25, 1997.

Throughout Justin Bieber’s career, spanning ten years, he has gotten himself into many controversies and was the victim of many rumors and lies which a lot of people still believe, due to the Justin Bieber hate bandwagon. In this post, I’m going to separate truth from fantasy and open the minds of the people who believe things that Justin Bieber never did.

I hope this thread will help people with how they view Justin and hopefully be able to generally separate what is true from what is false when it comes to everyday life too.

1. “Justin Bieber said rape happens for a reason”.

FALSE: This one was a misquote by Rolling Stone Magazine, in Justin’s interview with them in January 2011, when asked about politics. Bieber’s original quote is “Well, I think that's really sad, but everything happens for a reason. I don't know how that would be a reason. I guess I haven't been in that position, so I wouldn't be able to judge that.”. This interview was when Justin was still 16 and back then, he barely had any real knowledge of politics or serious matters such as listed above.

2. “Justin Bieber wrote in the guest book at the Anne Frank house that he hoped she would have been a Belieber”.

TRUE: While this event took place and Justin did write “Truly inspiring to be able to come here. Anne was a great girl. Hopefully she would have been a belieber.”, the media and his haters over exaggerated his comment. The Anne Frank museum staff did defend Justin by saying “His comments were quite innocent, he was here for more than hour and interested in Anne Frank's life, and that for us is the most important thing.”. Unfortunately, Justin’s comments in the guest book can still be twisted or taken the wrong way by small-minded people who want a reason to hate him.

3. “ When asked to try being a vegan, he gagged and spat out a vegan steak that had been specially ordered for him“.

FALSE: This one only has two sources and was most likely invented by a writer to victimize vegans and slander Justin.

4. “He makes fans pay tons of money, even though he can afford all the tickets be 50 bucks instead of 100+ for mezzanine seats”.

For the Believe tour, ticket prices were:

Lower Level Seating $36.00 - $86.00 $47.25 - $101.45 w/ Ticketmaster fees

Upper Level Seating $36.00 - $76.00

Also, Justin isn’t in charge of how much his tickets cost, it’s management who’s in charge.

5. “He went to a children’s hospital in England and was talking to the nurse who was working there when Justin Bieber visited the hospital. He made them clear an area for him so he didn’t have to wait around near the sick children, he then spent about 5 minutes with them while the cameras were on and left without so much as a thank you”.

FALSE: This tale NEVER took place. There is no photos or evidence of him going to that hospital in England and he never attacked any photographers (at said hospital). Usually, Justin will spend quite a lot of time with sick kids

6. “He attacked a photographer at said hospital”.

FALSE: The only paparazzi scuffle that happened in England was the one video where a paparazzi pushed Justin’s bodyguard and Justin confronted the paparazzi, however, Justin was quickly restrained and went back into the van.

6. “He peed in a restaurant kitchen”.

TRUE: But, he actually urinated in a mop bucket, also, he was drunk at the time and many celebrities have urinated in places they shouldn’t, such as Hayley from Paramore (sink).

7. “Someone's coworker did security for him once. He faked a really bad asthma attack and made them call the paramedics and then laughed his ass off when they came through the door. His people talked the paramedics into not saying anything bc you can go to jail for that apparently”.

FALSE: This one was invented by a writer. If anything is partially related to this claim, then it’s an incident in November 2011, where Justin was rumored to have an asthma attack during an interview and was taken to hospital for it.

8. “He also called for a car to take him to the mall and didn't like the color so he sent it back. And then he went to the mall and stayed 5 minutes before saying it was the shittiest mall he'd ever been in“.

FALSE: Pure fiction! There are no reports of him ever doing this. This claim stinks of the “Justin Bieber is a brat” mentality.

9. “He's banned from walt disney world for punching out Goofy“.

FALSE: It’s a total fabrication. There have been zero reports of this ever taking place, also Justin has been to Disney World many times since this claim came out.

10. “Not only does he me make his fans pay tons of money for a concert, but on a school night, he didn't even show up until half way through the scheduled time“.

FALSE: It’s true that he was late, however, it was only by 35 minutes and not half of the concert duration.

11. “He's quoted as screaming 'Fuck Bill Clinton!' to cameras and attacked a paparazzo, who is suing. his mother is quoted as saying she's 'hoping he'll soon mature'.“

TRUE and FALSE: While Justin did scream “Fuck Bill Clinton” and spayed a cleaner on the picture (probably the cleanest Clinton’s ever been), many people disliked Clinton and him screaming “Fuck Bill Clinton” isn’t too different from how many people react to the current President of the United States (as of this post), Donald Trump (who, I, in no way support and dislike as much as the next guy). He never attacked a paparazzi during this incident.

12. “He spat in an old man's face“.

FALSE: Not an old man, but a Club DJ, but, this is alleged.

13. “When he went to Vermont, he was kicked out of every single business he went in. IHOP, Walmart, Hannafords, everywhere. He went to the movie theater and threw a temper tantrum when told he couldn't bring his subway sandwich into the theater, as it was against the rules. He then made a HUGE mess of the theater and had to be carried out by his bodyguard kicking and screaming about how they were all worthless monkeys”.

FALSE: This one NEVER happened. There is no proof or reports of this ever happening and the only thing that shows up when “Justin Bieber banned from Walmart” is searched online, is a meme picture. There was talk of Justin possibly facing banning from the U.S due to alleged involvement in a brawl outside a Hampton’s nightclub, but, as of 2019, Justin is still in the U.S.

14. “He randomly showed up to Disney unannounced and demanded that the entire Yachtsman Steakhouse be cleared- reservations cancelled and all- so that he could eat there. The staff had to call every single one of the guests to tell them that their reservations they had been planning for months were cancelled and wasn't allowed to give them an explanation. Disney also decided that it wasn't fair to their guests and gave them free dinner at another restaurant, which obviously lost them a lot of money and business for that night. So after personally shutting down the restaurant, Beiber comes down in nothing but a bath robe. Like I'm so sorry Biebs was it just too hard to put on pants and act like a respectable human being?“.

FALSE: Not a scrap of evidence to this claim exists.

15. “I don't hate him because he has a 'girly' voice or because he's gay. he can be gay if he wants (even though he's not)“.

FALSE: Not a real argument.

16. “I hate him because he's not a good person and he's basically the leader of a teenage girl army (with a couple of older women, teenage boys and older men, but mainly consisted of teenage girls). He can make them do whatever he wants“.

FALSE: This makes little to no sense. Justin Bieber is a musician, not a political leader. Not ONCE has he ever forced his fans to do something he wants. Also, there are many people who have done MUCH worse than Justin has, yet have gotten away with it, managed to slip under the radar and still have huge amounts of support.

17. “He made some of his more 'devoted' fans cut their hair off because some internet trolls 'leaked' that he had cancer, and asked his fans to shave their heads to show their support. A lot of them did“.

FALSE: This was a 4Chan prank and Justin is not responsible for it.

18. “More internet trolls leaked that he had been smoking weed which made a lot of his fans CUT THEMSELVES (which is a serious problem) to stop him from smoking weed under the hashtag '#cutforbieber?' or '#cuttingforbieber?' Those weren't his decision, but he didn't make an attempt to stop them, he didn't deny the rumors, he just let them carry on cutting and turning it into a joke, thinking it was funny that people did these things because of him”.

FALSE: Another 4Chan prank! Once again, Justin is not responsible for this. Also, the best thing he did was stay silent about it, because if he had responded, more of these pranks would have happened and would have gotten to Justin one day.

17. “Justin Bieber spat on fans”.

FALSE: It’s an urban legend, that never happened! The Internet and TMZ went bananas over a picture of Justin spitting off of a balcony into a bush and with Justin often stating how he loves his fans, a claim about him spitting on them would make headlines and it did. The picture of the fans crying is from 2011, which was superimposed into a picture of Justin spitting off of a balcony.

18. “Justin Bieber was a huge brat on TV shows“.

FALSE: These are claims. In 2011, Marg Helenberger claims Justin punched a cake and locked a producer in a closet, but, unfortunately, nothing about this has come up since. In 2010, David Koch of Sunrise (Australian morning news show) also accused Justin for swearing at a floor manager for touching him (to direct him to where he had to go), but if this did happen, then Justin isn’t wrong for calling out a grown man touching him (what 16-year old would want a grown man touching them?).

19. “Justin Bieber  said that he doesn’t believe in abortions“.

TRUE: This took place in 2011, during an interview with Rolling Stone magazine. In Justin’s defense, this was 2011 and back then, a lot of people were still pro-life and Justin had grown up in a Christian household. Since times have changed and we are more progressed, many people’s views have changed.

20. “Justin Bieber has made racist jokes and said the N-word multiple times”.

TRUE: There are thousands of reports of these events happening. While his racist jokes and comments were wrong (and still are), he was 15/16 and uneducated at the time, apologized and has since acknowledged his mistakes and educated himself on how horrible racism is, and now shows support to the Black Lives Matter movement.

21. “Justin Bieber punched a fan in the face, made that fan BLEED“.

FALSE: This was not a fan, but a stalker. Justin did punch him, but, only as a means of self defense. How else are you going to react if someone is invading your personal space? Also, Justin most likely felt threatened by the guy putting his hand through the window.

22. “Justin Bieber has been done for drunk driving“.

FALSE: The drunk driving charges against him were over exaggerated and he was below the legal limit.

23. “Justin Bieber eggs his neighbors“.

TRUE: He egged his neighbors ONCE, but, that was due to possible harassment prior to the incident. The thing is, the victims seem to still be whining about the incident (”GIVE ME MONEY! I’M A VICTIM!”), long after it took place and Justin had served his punishment for the incident.

24. “Justin Bieber made jokes about Prince’s death with petty Instagram comments“.

FALSE: Justin simply commented “Well not the last greatest living performer”, responding to a Instagram post that said Prince was the “last greatest living performer”, unfortunately, people took it the wrong way, twisted Justin’s words and accused him of being egotistical. However, Justin was most likely saying that other artists such as Stevie Wonder, Lionel Richie, Beyoncé, Madonna and Barry Manilow were still alive and not every legend was gone.

25. “Justin Bieber throws tantrums on stage with him just ending up leaving the concert“.

TRUE: However, not as bad as you may think. A lot of these incidents were due to disrespectful fans not listening to him when he told them not to scream, clap off beat or throw water on stage. These can all distract him from playing, singing and can even put his life in danger (if he slips on water he doesn’t know is on stage).

26. “Justin Bieber threatens his neighbors“.

FALSE: There is no solid proof to support these claims. It’s a well known fact to demonize someone when someone else is doing it.

27. “Justin Bieber abandoned his pets”.

FALSE: He never “abandoned” any pets. If you’re talking about the monkey, he simply didn’t have the correct papers nor was he given them, also at the time, he was busy touring. The hamster was given to a fan.

28. “Justin has cheating scandals, he was horrible to Selena Gomez”.

FALSE: These claims are as old as the hills. At first, Justin and Selena’s “relationship” was PR, also prior to the November 2012 accusation of Justin “cheating on Selena”. Selena had been on the beach with Justin’s ex-friend Alfredo Flores, in various pictures where the both of them seemed very in love, this took place in July 2012. Also, there is video proof of Justin being physically assaulted by Selena in 2011.

29. “Justin Bieber hates Asians“.

FALSE: This is a total fabrication. Since when did he ever hate Asians, where’s the proof. He’s been to Japan multiple times and has been very welcome in Asian countries. There is one incident where Justin has mistakenly offended South Korean and Chinese fans by visiting the Yasukuni Shrine, which he thought was a place of prayer. He apologized for this incident.

30. “Justin Bieber groped a underage fan breast at a meet and greet“.

FALSE: The fan was like two years younger than him and didn’t seem to mind. As of 2019, she has often spoken about it and still has no problem with it.

31. "Talks down to alternative/rock bands such as Linkin Park and The Beatles and said screaming isn’t music”.

FALSE: More like fans of alternative rock bands have been talking down to Justin, sending him death threats and sexualising him.

32: “Justin Bieber disrespected the Argentinian flag”.

TRUE: This took place, however, it isn’t as bad as you think. A fan threw it up on stage and Justin thought it was simply a shirt, he didn’t know it was the Argentinian flag.

33. “Justin Bieber is rude to fans”.

FALSE: He’s only “rude” to disrespectful fans who stalk him and get in his personal space, K-Pop fans would know them as “sasaengs”. He’s only called disrespectful fans out, that’s all.

34. “Justin Bieber is very violent to photographers/paparazzi”

FALSE: Not a chance! He’s lashed out at photographers and paparazzi in the past, but, it’s only because they’ve provoked him. Of course he could have acted a bit better, but other celebs have done much worse than Justin.

35. “Justin Bieber ignored a disabled fan”.

FALSE: The video is staged and was a smear campaign to get Justin hated (and it worked). The person who played “Justin” was YouTuber, known as Brad Souza, the disabled “fan” was a hired actor.

36. “Justin Bieber bullied Shawn Mendes”.

FALSE: Justin and Shawn are longtime friends and they were simply joking around. If Shawn truly had a problem with Justin’s lighthearted jokes, Shawn would have said something.

37. “Justin Bieber hates Anime”.

FALSE: The tweet was fake.

In conclusion, only seven and a half of these claims are true, the rest are all fabricated stories made up by people looking for sympathy (fake hate crimes) or created just to slander Justin and get him hated and unfortunately, it worked.

[taeken-my-heart]

Independent {f} Chapter 12

Summary: Your mom calls you stubborn, your friends call you wild, and the boys you’ve left in your wake call you a frigid bitch.  You’ve built a life of independence and you like it that way. Kim Taehyung, however; seems to be able to change your mind.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: fluff, mild angst

Word Count: 3417

Notes/Warnings: This chapter is slightly less lengthy than others because the subject matter is what I wanted to take focus in this chapter. For those who don’t like angst and sadness...this may not be the chapter for you. I’m sorry for the pain. 

Is this what it felt like to like someone? You weren’t sure, but it felt pretty great. Your roommates had all commented on your good mood and even your mom had mentioned you seemed happier on the phone the other day when she’d called. You’d pretty much been riding on cloud 9 ever since the date on Monday and it had been a solid 4 days of bliss, so this was promising. No freak outs, no over analyzing; just enjoying the ride.

 You didn’t want to jinx anything, but you were feeling like maybe you were finally starting to break your own curse. You’d spent every day together since then and you weren’t even a little sick of him. He was weird, and funny, and always had something interesting to say.

He told you a lot about his acting classes and the different pranks he and he’s friends would pull when they were doing scenes together and you told him all about your photography and what camera you were looking to buy next and was always engaged, even showing you some of his own snapshots that he’d captured with his camera, a blush high on his cheeks at your praise.

 “You’re like a love sick puppy,” Charlotte grinned, “It’s kind of gross, but I’m also happy for you.”

 “Shut up,’ you chuckled, “I’m not love sick, just happy. Stop crapping on my happiness.”

She laughed loudly, spooning some more cereal into her mouth and shaking her head. “OK, OK, I got it.”

 “What are you doing today? Hanging out with Tae, I presume?” Anna teased.

 “Um, excuse you…how dare you? I have 3 classes today and I take my studies very seriously, I’ll have you know.” You sniffed, turning your nose up at her when she grinned.

 “Mhmm.”

 “…and then I’ll be going over to Tae’s house.” You mumbled, blushing, and the three girls howled loudly. “Shut up!” You complained.

 “We’re just teasing you.” Sarah, grinned, “We’re all really happy for you. The two of you are disgustingly adorable.”

 “Anyway,” you sighed with exasperation, “I have class in 30 minutes and I still have to walk there with my dignity intact, so if you’ll excuse me.”

The sun was out but it was deceiving. What you were missing with the dreary and dark cold was being made up for by the deep intense bite of the morning. The air nipped your nose red and you coughed, your throat going dry with the air. 

The walk to campus and to your class wasn't technically long, but it felt like running a marathon in the cold. Despite how warm you'd bundled, it felt like a draft in an empty room inside parts of your coat and you shivered. 

You'd have to add a new coat to your list of things to buy in Paris. Just the thought of that brought a warmth to your chest and you smiled, butterflies erupting in your belly. 

In just under a month you'd be stepping off a plane and into a land filled with promise and possibility to fulfill and opportunity that you never thought you'd have in a million years. 

Fashion shoots and runways weren't really what you'd envisioned yourself photographing, but what an opportunity! You didn't think you'd ever have a better professional opportunity than this...unless the queen of England needed you for something, this was kind of the top for you.

The thought scared you a little because you couldn't help but wonder if maybe you were peaking too early. You pushed that aside, though. This would give you such great opportunities and really open a lot of doors for you. 

You couldn't peak before you'd even started but you also couldn't hold yourself to ridiculous standards. This was only the beginning. 

You had a hard time paying attention in your classes with so many thoughts racing through your head, like Paris, photography, and Taehyung. Having a crush was kind of inconvenient in that it seemed to occupy a lot of your thoughts. 

You smiled at that, chewing on the cap of your pen in thought. You had 10 minutes left in class and then you could go to Taehyung's house to see him. Your heart raced and you shifted around in your seat. 

 You hardly recognized yourself and, actually, you didn't really mind that fact. Change was good, even if it was a little scary. Still in the getting to know you phase, there were no labels and no pressure and that made everything so much easier. You could breathe. 

 After what felt like an actual eternity, you were packing your bags and rushing from the classroom. It had snowed while you were in class and your boots crunched as you made your way across campus. 

 Even though you weren't really a fan of being cold, there was something satisfying about the sound of the snow beneath your shoes as you trudged along. Like the crunch of leaves during autumn. Some childhood pleasures never faded. 

 Campus was surprisingly congested this time of day and you figured it must have been because of upcoming finals. There wasn't much longer now, only 3 more weeks and then the semester would be over and you'd be on your way to a 3 week adventure that would hopefully put you on the map for something great. 

 You passed by your house, patting the duck mail box absentmindedly before burying your fingers back in the pocket of your coat. It was way too cold to keep your hands out for longer than a minute. 

 Knocking on the door to Taehyung's apartment a few minutes later, you bounced in place, hoping to keep some warmth in your bones before the door swung open and Taehyung was grinning out at you. 

 "Hey!" He said breathlessly and you pushed through the door, closing it behind you and beaming up at him. 

 "Hello." You said. He leaned down, giving you a quick kiss and taking with him every thought of resistance you had left. 

 Wow, you liked him. Like, really liked him. This felt good, so good. Most of all, it felt comfortable and for the first time in a long time, you just felt really healthy. 

 "Hey, Y/N!" Jungkook called from the front room and you looked around Taehyung's shoulders, waving to Jungkook, Jimin, and Jin in the living room. 

 "Come sit down!" Jimin called, "we just finished the popcorn and we're all ready to start the movie."

 "You know how I am with movies," you blushed, removing your jacket and slinging it across the back of one of the kitchen chairs. 

 "Then you'll have to stand." Taehyung replied cheerfully and you laughed. 

 "Or we could just talk obnoxiously throughout," Jimin remarked, "then you'd be engaged in conversation and have no choice but to stay awake."

 "You underestimate me, Chim." You hummed.

 Jin chuckled, patting the seat beside him and you made your way over, plopping into the soft cushions of the too big couch and Taehyung pouted from above you. 

 "Hey, you're supposed to sit with me!"

 "There's plenty of room, you big baby." You grinned and Taehyung smirked, coming to squish his hips between you and Jimin and sighing before threading his fingers through yours. 

 "Any preference on movie?" Jungkook asked around a mouth of popcorn.

 "Nope," you smiled, "I'll only be seeing the first 10 minutes of it anyway."

 Jungkook picked some action movie you'd never heard of before, insisting there was no way you'd fall asleep during it and you laughed. They were all giving you too much credit. 

 After 10 minutes you could already feel your eyelids beginning to droop and you settled your head on Taehyung's shoulder, ready to give in to sleep when the doorbell rang. You lifted your head, staring sleepily at the door as Jungkook stopped the movie and Jimin went to go see who'd come. 

 A man and woman, smartly dressed, stood side by side, staring passed Jimin into the apartment and you blinked hazily. They were a long way from the city.

 "Mom, dad!" Taehyung beamed, jumping from the couch and running to the door, "What are you doing here?"

 "We wanted to surprise you." His father grinned, "Take you out for dinner and give you a proper congratulations for everything!"

 "Well you definitely surprised me." Taehyung laughed, leading them into the living room. "Here, you already know the guys and this is Y/N, my girlfriend."

 It was good you had a poker face, otherwise you would have given yourself whiplash from how hard you wanted to twist your neck to look at him in shock. Girlfriend? You had definitely not discussed that, you would remember if you had. Just the thought of it made your blood run cold and your heart seize. No, no, you were not ready for that commitment, it was too much too soon. 

 Despite the turmoil going on inside, you forced a smile on your lips, standing and extending your hand for a handshake. "Nice to meet you." You said softly. His parents seemed surprised but they smiled pleasantly, greeting you 

 "Well, how about we go for lunch? Our treat. Bring your girlfriend too!" His mom smiled and you wanted to shrink in on yourself. 

 "Yeah, you OK with that, Y/N?" He asked. 

 You wanted to say no, tell him to go on without you and let yourself breathe a little, get your head around what he'd said before you exploded but the look of pure enthusiasm warmed you. 

 "Uh, yeah, sure." You said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 

 Taehyung beamed, grabbing your hand and leading you back towards the kitchen, helping you into your coat and grabbing his own before linking fingers with you and following after his parents down towards their car. 

 Once you got to the restaurant you all took a seat, peering over the menu and Taehyung's parents ordered a bottle of wine to celebrate. Conversation was soft until the food arrived and then Taehyung's father cleared his throat, lifting his class to his son. 

 "My boy, I've never been so happy to be proven wrong. Your mother and I had our apprehensions about your chosen field, as you know, but we're both so proud of the man you're becoming and the fact that you don't take no for an answer on the things that really matter. I should have known one of my children would end up being just like me."

 Taehyung chuckled, blushing deep and you watched him, heart thudding uncomfortably in your chest. 

 "And to your new relationship," his father continued and you felt your heart squeeze with anxiety, "Always remember that there will be good times and bad times. Choose to dwell on the good and build a strong foundation of trust."

 "Here, here." His mother smiled and Taehyung laughed, lifting his glass to clink against their cups. You quickly lifted yours, humming quietly at their words and then sat in near silence for the rest of the meal, attempting to engage whenever one of his parents had a question for you. 

 Mostly they talked of what had been happening back home, what was going on with Taehyung's younger sister and how his older brother was doing. 

 You thought once dinner was over that, that would be the end of it, but then somehow you were roped into going to see a movie together and found yourself sitting in the middle of the theater with Taehyung and his parents. 

 It was an odd feeling of conflict. You wanted to be calm, you wanted to take things in stride and the feeling of Taehyung's fingers laced with yours and playing with your fingertips did help...but there was a lot of anxiety. A lot of unknown feelings and so much pressure. 

 How could you explain to someone that you felt too broken to love them right?

 The fear was all consuming. Suffocating. You were drowning in it. When the movie was over and you were all back at Taehyung's place you made up some excuse about homework in order to leave. You couldn't breathe and needed to think. 

 Taehyung insisted on walking you home and after a weak refusal that he sweetly rebuffed, the two of you were on your way. You trudged through the snow silently, hands shoved deep in the pockets of your coat, listening to the defending sound of silence only heard right after a snowfall. 

 "You OK? You've been kind of quiet." He asked, after you'd been walking silently for multiple minutes. 

 "Why did you say that?" You whispered after a long pause. 

 "Why did I ask if you're OK?" Taehyung frowned, eyebrow rising. 

 "Why did you tell your parents that I'm your girlfriend?"

 The two of you paused just outside of your house and he looked down at you, face frozen in thought. "I-I thought that...I don't know, aren't you?"

 "No." You insisted, leaning up against the side of the house, "we never talked about it."

 "Then let's talk about it." Taehyung smiled.

 "Tae, I told you, I have to move slowly, this kind of thing makes me feel pressured and nervous. I liked that there was no stress with us."

 "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put pressure; I just really thought we were on the same page. We've been on multiple dates, been hanging out for a while now, we've been going around holding hands and kissing! Does that not mean we're in a relationship?"

 "Not without talking about it first. Look, I'm sorry, maybe we shouldn't have kissed, I can see how that would confuse you. But I told you I need time with this. I was pretty clear, I thought."

 "You regret kissing me?" Taehyung asked softly and your heart jolted uncomfortably in your chest.

 "Is that all you heard?" You sighed, twisting your fingers together in discomfort, "No, Tae, I don't regret kissing you but now I'm wondering if I should because apparently it's led you on."

 "Lead me on?" Taehyung cried, "You said that you liked me, you said that you were willing to try, you held my hand and you kissed me. I didn't make you do any of those things. I don't feel like I'm rushing things, we didn't just meet a few days ago, it's been over two months. Dating is supposed to be fun, we're supposed to be getting to know one another."

 "I'm not good at this stuff, I never have been! You can't just give me a few weeks and call it good, I need more time."

 "How much time?" Taehyung whispered, "Weeks? Months? Years? I don't want to invest so much of myself into one person who doesn't want me. I really thought you were interested in me." 

 "I mean, I am, but I feel trapped putting so much trust in one person. Why can't you understand that?"

 "Because I've never given you a reason to not trust me. Have I?" He asked, eyes wide, demanding in his devastation. 

 "No, of course not, but we barely know each other, Taehyung."

 He looked flabbergasted, staring down at you and you blushed under the weight of his gaze. "We're not strangers, Y/N. I don't understand why you're pushing me away."

 "I'm not!" You insisted.

 “Then why don’t you do yourself a favor and let go for once?” Taehyung exclaimed, “You’re destroying yourself with these high walls and honestly, you’re really hurting me too.” 

You watched him silently as your heart ached, “I just can’t.” You whispered.

 Taehyung sighed, clicking his tongue and looking into the distance, face twisted in grief, “Yeah, well, I can’t wait around forever for you to change your mind. My heart can’t take it, and maybe that makes me weak, but you know what? I’m OK with that because at least my heart is open.”

He turned on his heel and stormed off angrily, his hands balled in the pockets of his coat. Honestly, you didn’t blame him. You knew you liked him – a lot, in fact – but you couldn’t bring yourself to open up; you didn’t know how.

You sank down onto the floor, tears slipping down your cheeks and into your lap. You probably would have sat out there all night if it weren’t for Sarah stepping onto the porch 20 minutes later and rushing to your side when she spotted you.

“What’s wrong?” She gasped, inspecting your body, “are you hurt?”

“It hurts so bad,” you cried, “why would I ever do this to myself? It hurts so bad, Sarah. I feel like my heart has been ripped in two.”

“Let’s go inside.” She insisted, helping you to stand and unlocking the front door, ushering you inside and helping you to slip off your shoes and trudge into the living room. “I’m gonna grab us some hot chocolate and then we’re gonna talk about this, OK?”

You nodded miserably, flailing your coat from your body like a two year old having a tantrum and grabbed a pillow to bury yourself in. The earth could just go ahead and swallow you whole now. This was why you didn’t open yourself up to people; this pain, why would anyone ever think it’s worth it?

Sarah returned a few minutes later with drinks in hand and a frown on her face. “OK, so what happened?” She asked, settling beside you, feet tucking underneath her.

“Taehyung left me.” You blubbered and Sarah grit her teeth.

“Asshole.” She breathed; white hot anger.

“No.” You shook your head and she looked at you, eyebrows furrowed.

“No?”

“He’s not completely to blame. He shouldn’t have pushed me when I wasn’t ready, but I shouldn’t have been kissing him and acting like a couple if that’s not something I was ready for.”

“OK, back up. Tell me what happened.”

“Taehyung’s parents came into town to surprise him and when they got there he introduced me as his girlfriend. Problem is, I was not aware that he thought of me as his girlfriend because we never actually discussed it. So of course, I have commitment issues, so I seized up; didn’t know what to do and was really quiet the rest of the day. When he walked me home and asked what was wrong it all just came tumbling out and we got in a fight and he left.”

Sarah sat for a few moments thinking before pursing her lips in question, “Well, that doesn’t mean that it’s over.”

“Trust me,” you laughed; bitter. “That’s definitely what it meant.”

“OK, so give him a few days to cool off and then go back and talk to him again. See if you can work things out.”

“What’s the point?” You huffed, “He wants a relationship and I’m just broken parts.”

“You are not broken parts!” She snapped angrily and you looked up at her, eyes wide. “Stop treating yourself like you’re not worthy. You are smart, funny, kind, passionate, and one hell of a woman! Don’t ever let anyone tell you differently, including yourself. So you take a little more time learning to trust someone; that does not mean you’re broken! Right now he’s angry and hurt and so are you, but it won’t always be that way. Give it a little bit of time and then try to talk it out. If he’s unwilling to try at that point then it wasn’t for lack of effort on your part. Every relationship has bumps in the road, whether it’s family, friendship, or love. You’ve gotta be willing to drive over those bumps to the smooth road just beyond. It’s worth it, I promise you.”

You looked up at your friend, suddenly an angel who’d always worn a disguise, and cried. “How do you learn to treat yourself kindly?”

“With practice.” Sarah said, putting her cup down on the coffee table and wrapping her arm around your shoulder, “I’ll help you. I’m here for you, I’ll be your rock until you can figure out how to become your own rock. It’s time to take care of your heart.”

Sarah slept in your bed with you that night and you…well, you didn’t sleep. But at least you had the moon to keep you company through the blinds; even if it was only for a few hours until the sun bathed you back into the reality of what you’d just thrown away.

But Sarah was right. Time would heal you, and dammit, you would heal yourself too. Just, maybe not tonight.

I’m so sorry for the pain! This chapter mostly sucked for my fluff loving readers, but hang in there, there’s always a silver lining eventually. 

Chapter 11

Chapter 13

Copyright © 2017  by taeken-my-heart (Nora.) All rights reserved.

[sketchyroad]

Rowan O‘Brien (LI: Morgan) Age: 29 Height: 5′5

Charming | Intimidating

Impulsive | Cautious

Sarcastic | Genuine

Friendly | Stoic

Easygoing | Stubborn

Heart | Mind

Optimist | Pessimist

Team Player | Independent

By the book | Bend the rules 

 || S K I L L S ||

People  64% Combat  6% Science/Technology  46% Deduction/Knowledge  47%

[I may have...overdone it but here’s one of my detectives for The Wayhaven Chronicles! I hope to introduce the others at some point if time allows it :’)]

|| P E R S O N A L I T Y || 

Rowan is generally friendly and approachable but can get rather intimidating when she feels she needs to be. She’s very confident and likes to make it clear that she’s the boss, be it in a professional setting or in private. Because of that she can be a little difficult at times, but she tries her best to get along with everyone.  Rowan has a bit of a mischievous streak, but she does it all in good fun and any playful remark is usually followed up by what she really meant to say. She makes sure people know she’s joking and doesn’t mean any harm. However, when she’s mad she tends to speak before thinking things through and that can result in some pretty heated arguments. She tries to avoid conflict, but doesn’t shy away from it should it happen anyway.

Rowan joined the police because she wanted to pick a job that had a purpose. She knew the big city offered a wider array of interesting jobs, but when it was time to choose a career path after graduating she went with her gut and chose something that allowed her to stay close to home but was still more interesting than a regular office job.

When she got promoted, she wasn’t exactly surprised, but wasn’t sure on wether to take the offer or not. She felt like she had the skills she needed, so she decided to give it a go and found it quite challenging, but somehow ended up enjoying the job.

She has pretty much no combat skills, but makes up for it by a good balance of her other skills. Her people skills being the highest of them. She likes to use words and her aura of authority to get things to go her way and is quite good at assessing people. Even though Rowan has no trouble dealing with people she’s more introverted in nature and needs some downtime just for herself. She’s really been loving having an office of her own! Tina is one of her best friends and Rowan loves her energy and fun personality. She often relies on Tina to make sure she gets out enough.

Rowan tried to be welcoming when Unit Bravo arrived but was put off by their behavior, which resulted in a fight pretty quickly. She was looking forward to having a team but was really disappointed when she felt like they didn’t accept her at all. With time she got used to them and eventually, especially after the reveal, came to like them in the end. 

After the reveal Rowan didn’t really believe what she was being told. But she trusts her mother enough to know that she wouldn’t be pulling a prank on her while in a hospital bed, and after seeing the facility, she finally fully believed her. Rowan was initially a bit blown away by all this new information but was rather intrigued by it all as well. After learning the truth, she understands Unit Bravo a lot better and tries to think of the situation as a fresh start. She doesn’t really see them in a different light since she feels like she got to know them as people and that their species has nothing to do with their personalities anyway. She appreciates Rebecca trying to let Rowan live a normal life, but doesn’t think all the secrecy was necessary.

|| F U N  F A C T S ||

Rowan is a series junkie and likes to spend her evenings watching Netflix. Sometimes she stays up late to finish a series and ends up accidentally sleeping in the next day.

She’s been dating quite a bit lately but has only been disappointed so far. At this point she’s about to just give up on it, much to Tina’s horror! 

Rowan tends to bite off more than she can chew. She likes a challenge, but sometimes underestimates stressful situations.

Rowan holds grudges forever, so it’s best not to get on her bad side. You need to work hard if you want to make it up to her! 

She’s utterly terrified of spiders.

 || R E L A T I O N S H I P S ||

Adam:  Rowan could not stand Adam in the beginning. It’s only after the reveal that she began to understand where he was coming from and their relationship improved from that point on. She really respects him as Unit Bravo’s leader but doesn’t like his bossy attitude (oh the irony). By the end of Book One she views him as a friend, if not a particularly close one.

Nate:  Nate and Rowan get along just fine. She thinks he’s a bit too polite at times and isn’t sure if he always means what he says or if he’s just trying to be nice. But she really appreciates the effort and knows that if it weren’t for Nate, dealing with Unit Bravo would be a whole lot more difficult. Nate is easy to be around for Rowan since he’s not as intense as the others. And they both like tea and puppies!

Farah:  Rowan enjoys Farah’s little quips and remarks! Even when they’re directed at her she sees the fun in them and usually laughs them off. While she thinks Farah can be a bit exhausting to be around at times, she still really likes her. She seems to have the ability to lift up Rowan’s mood whenever she feels a bit down.

Morgan:  Oh Morgan, what have you done? Turning confident Rowan into a shy blushing mess.  Rowan feels very conflicted about Morgan. Some days she can’t deal with her hostility at all and other days she feels like actual putty in her hands. Rowan doesn’t understand how Morgan works, which frustrates her immensely. She doesn’t even know what it is that she finds so attractive, but still can’t help feeling drawn to her. Rowan’s aware of her own feelings, but given her bad luck with relationships in the past and Morgan’s attitude, she doesn’t really see it going anywhere. And yes, she’s been dolefully spending a few evenings eating ice cream while watching sad movies over it.

Bobby:  Ah, her one big mistake. Bobby is her Ex. She feels like a fool for falling for him and can’t believe she was so wrong about his character. He still manages to get under her skin and she feels bad about letting him every time.

Rebecca:  Rowan and Rebecca are very close! Rowan didn’t get to see her mother as much as she wanted to as a child, but that just made her enjoy the times they were together even more. She likes to think that quality time is more important than quantity time. 

[ourhappylies]

Natasha Romanoff Fluff Alphabet - Marvel

Author: Cherry🍒 Requested: Anonymous.

A = Attractive. What do they find attractive about the other?

Your ability to be understanding, honesty and compassion. She sees traits in you that she wishes she had, and being around you slowly helps her to develop those characteristics and she appreciates it more than you could realise.

B = Baby. Do they want a family? Why/Why not?

Natasha isn’t much of a family person and she’s never really thought about starting a family. She’s worried she couldn’t provide a life they would deserve, Natasha also isn’t willing to give up her job anytime soon.

C = Cuddle. How do they cuddle?

She likes to lay on her back with you laying next to her, she’ll intertwine her fingers with yours and hold your hand tightly.

D = Dates. What are dates with them like?

She doesn’t care what it is you two go on a date as long as she gets to be with you. Hearing your voice and the sound of your laugh always makes her day, so as long as she can hear those two sounds then it’s perfect for her. Natasha will typically take you somewhere quiet and serene for a date, like a park or even the beach, it lets her escape the chaotic life she lives and also be with you.

E = Everything. You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

“You are my whole world, my life, my everything. I couldn’t do this without you, Y/N.”

F = Feelings. When did they know they were falling in love?

Natasha is a very aloof person, never allowing anyone to get too close or know too much about her. She knew she was falling in love when she wanted to share everything with you, every single detail of her life. She wasn’t afraid to open up to you anymore.

G = Gentle. Are they gentle? If so, how?

Natasha is usually gentle. She’d never hurt you, at least not intentionally. She’ll be gentle until the both of you have some privacy where she may become not so gentle.

H = Holding Hands. How do they like to hold hands?

Natasha isn’t really into PDA so she doesn’t often hold your hand out in public, but when going on dates or laying in bed together, that’s when she’ll eagerly hold your hand.

I = Impression. First impression/s?

Natasha noticed almost everything about you when she first met you due to her observant nature. She watched your small nervous habit, the way you looked around Avengers tower in complete awe, and the way you smiled. She was immediately curious about the new member of the team/

J = Joker. Are they into pulling pranks?

Not too much. With encouragement, she’ll happily pull the occasional prank on Clint and Tony, sometimes Steve.

K = Kiss. How do they kiss?

Expertly. She’s a great kisser and she also knows what you like. Natasha will make you weak at the knees and desperate for more of her with just one kiss.

L = Love. Who says ‘I love you’ first?

Natasha waited for you to say it first. She’s reserved when it comes to emotions and so naturally she refused to say it first, fearful that you would turn her away and say you don’t feel the same. But the moment the words slipped past your lips, she enclosed your lips with hers, letting you know in a non-verbal way that she felt the same way about you.

M = Memory. What’s their favourite memory together?

A loud yell echoed through the Avengers tower from the open kitchen, drawing the attention of everyone close enough to hear it. When everyone arrived at the kitchen, they were all extremely surprised by the sight in front of them.

There stood you, Natasha and Tony. Both you and Natasha had cookie dough on your hands and bits of flour all over your clothing. Meanwhile, an angry scowl took over Tony’s expression, from head-to-toe he was cloaked in the white powder. Behind him, you stood on a bench, holding the now empty container.

“Y/N, run!” Natasha and Sam Wilson yelled at the same time. You took off down the hallway with Natasha by your side and Tony hot on your heels. It was one of the rare moments where Natashas playful and joyous side shined through.

N = Nickel. Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?

She’s not much of a spoiler. But if there’s an anniversary, birthday or some sort of celebration coming up, she’ll secretly buy you the thing she knows you very badly want to surprise you.

O = Orange. What colour reminds them of their other half?

Maroon red. Tony made you a specialised suit that worked well for your abilities. Because of how often she sees you in the maroon suit, she can’t help but think of you when she sees the colour.

P = Petnames. What petnames do they use?

“Beautiful”, “Sweetie”, “Angel”, “Sugar” and “Dearest”.

Q = Quaint. What is their favourite non-modern thing?

Natasha loves old-style dresses from around the 50’s era and she has a small collection of them too. She’ll wear them every now and then especially to Tony’s parties.

R = Rainy Day. What do they like to do on a rainy day?

Natasha likes to bake. It’s not something many people know about her, but she quite enjoys the hobby. She picked up a few recipes and learned how to bake during her time undercover and while she’s been travelling. Whenever she gets a free day, Natasha will go to the kitchen and bake until her heart is content. She’s very good at it too, everything always tastes delicious.

S = Sad. How do they cheer themselves/others up?

Natasha is very withdrawn when it comes to emotions, she won’t willingly open up about them, not at first. She tends to hide her sadness until she trusts you more, then she starts coming to you and she’ll try to talk about it.

T = Talking. What do they like to talk about?

There isn’t one specific thing she likes to talk about, it always changes. She’ll talk about movies, music, TV shows, gossip, books, fashion, and so on. Anything that comes to mind, she’ll talk about.

U = Unencumbered. What helps them relax?

Two things help her relax; a long workout to exhaust her followed up by a hot bath. Natasha will ask you to join her or at least sit in the bathroom and chat with her while she relaxes. Your company always helps her feel at ease.

V = Vaunt. What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

Natasha likes to show off her resilience. She’s tough and strong, there isn’t much that frightens Natasha. Her ability to keep on fighting in life is something she’s proud of after everything she’s been through she hasn't give up.

W = Wedding. When, how, where do they propose?

She proposed after a brutal mission. Natasha’s head leant against your shoulder from where you both sat down heavily against a cool wall of the Quinjet. She had grabbed your had and interlaced her fingers with yours, loosely holding your hand. Soft panting was all that could be heard in the small aircraft as the Avengers regained their breath. Not a single word was spoken, everyone was beyond exhausted from the battle. The silence that filled the air was relaxing enough to slowly soothe members into a slumber.

That was until Natasha broke the silence, “Y/N?”

“Hm?” You responded halfheartedly, too tired to attempt to form more than that.

“Will you marry me?” she asked unexpectedly, drawing the attention of every single person on the jet, “I thought I was going to lose you during the fight and that scared me. It made me realise that I can never live without you, I want to be with you, no, I need to be with you for the rest of my life. So, will you… will you marry me?”

“Yes,” the word had barely left your mouth before your lips collided with hers in a love-filled kiss. The cheering, clapping and congratulations from the team filled the air, startling both you and Natasha from the kiss.

X = Xylophone. What’s their song?

‘Believer’ by Imagine Dragons. She loves the strong beat in the music, and the meaning behind the lyrics too.

Y = You. You are the ___ to my ___ (e.g. the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

“You are the sun to my blue sky,” Natasha suddenly stated, breaking the calm silence that had settled. Her hands tugged on yours lightly as she led you around the track in the national park. Her eyes were fixated on the horizon ahead of us with the sun shining brightly in front of a beautiful, blue backdrop.

Z = Zebra. If they wanted a pet, what would they get?

Natasha would get a Russian Blue cat. Russian Blue’s are very loving towards their owners and enjoy being around them. Natasha would pick a cat because they’re easy to take care of, don’t demand much attention and they’re small.

[elleriveraa]

My name is Ellena Maria Rivera. I am 24 years, I was born at 8:05 am and I was 8 pounds and 5 oz. I was skinny, what happened haha just kidding. I currently standing at 5’3, with a show size of 6, brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. My current relationship status is single like a Pringle. I love my roommates Galindo and Gomez, they always have my back like I will have there’s.  My relationship with my parents is wonderful, it used to not be though.

3 fears of mine are… never being enough, never being skinny enough and being pretty enough.  3 things I love.. I love ice cream, my best friend and my Lily bug! 4 turn ons I have.. woah very personal. I like neck kisses, tickles and just cuddle with me. 4 turn offs would be ummm cockiness, if you’re a asshole, or you try to be cool. Just be yourself guys please.

A few of my favorite things is next. My favorite color is PURPLE OR AQUAMARINE. My all time favorite quote is “SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL, BUT NOT LIKE THOSE GIRLS IN THE MAGAZINES. SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL FOR THE WAY SHE THOUGHT. SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL FOR THE SPARKLE IN HER EYES WHEN SHE TALKED ABOUT SOMETHING SHE LOVED. SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL FOR HER ABILITY TO MAKE OTHER PEOPLE SMILE, EVEN IF SHE WAS SAD. NO, SHE WASN’T BEAUTIFUL FOR SOMETHING AS TEMPORARY AS HER LOOKS. SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL, DEEP DOWN TO HER SOUL.”- F. Scott Fitzgerald  My favorite place would have to be in bed with a wonderful book in my hands. I am that much of a book nerd. Favorite movie would have to be Moulin Rouge, musicals are my all time favorite but that was the very first musical I saw and it sparked my love for them. Favorite song, I am deeply in love with Lauv right now I am even going to see him in concert in October. My favorite song though is “Tell your heart to beat again Dank Gokey. it helped me pout ALOT when Jason and I broke up. Favorite holiday, oh my gosh if you don’t know me then let me tell you; CHRISTMAS!!! The smell of peppermint, music, lights and just family. My favorite food is anything really Italian. My favorite style of clothing is comfortable haha. My favorite band right now is Lauv but I really like any 80’s hair band (poison, Def Leppord, Mr. Big etc.)

My best friend is Dorothy Katherine Marie Edgar! We have been friends since pre-k and we have such busy schedules so when we see each other its like we pick up where we left off. 🙂 I love her to death. Best first date was with Jason. He picked me up with flowers and my favorite I didn’t even tell him, we had dinner and we were late for our movie  but he bought tickets so we could watch the previews since that is my favorite part of movies anyways. To me it seemed like he actually cared and listened to me.

My sexual orientation is straight, I may think some women are hot but I’m very straight. What am I listening to right now, Adrenaline-Lauv. Do I use sarcasm..? NNNNNNNOOOO haha yes I use it who doesn’t? Have I ever did a prank call, I did used to be a teenager so yes I did. The first thing I notice in a new person ids their eyes, they show a lot more than you think people. . You can see hurt and pain and so much more. I have a crush on G-eazy for sure. I miss the simpler times when I didn’t have a 400.00 car payment, 400.00 insurance and 400.00 rent. How do I feel right now? I feel tired and exhausted. I have 2 piercings and 5 tattoos but I want more tattoos. The meaning behind my url it is just my name guys not that big of a deal sorry.

There is my 34 facts. have a wonderful night guys. Love you all. Thank you.

*BBBRRRPPP**BBBRRRPPP*

34 Facts about me. My name is Ellena Maria Rivera. I am 24 years, I was born at 8:05 am and I was 8 pounds and 5 oz.

[theres-no-paradise]

Too good at Goodbyes

Summary: You volunteer at the BFI Filmfestival in London to gain some experience in the film industry. Which also gave you the opportunity to meet certain actors and maybe a little more evolves around that.

Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader [submit your name: How it works] [Y/N] your Name [Y/F/N) your friends name

Word Count: 2398

Warnings: some swearing

A/N: Yes, I used many tumblr quotes and tried to get inspired by promptsforthestrugglingauthor. I also have no Idea how this fic will develop. I have the main Plot/ beginning and ending written down but I just started to write the actual chapters. I'm pretty anxious about posting so if you like to read more, feedback would be very much appreciated. P.S. I have never worked as a Volunteer at the Filmfest (Always wanted to, though!) so sorry in advance if I  gave wrong expectations! Also I don't know if Tom has attended but just imagine he did. It's Fanfiction. Unfortunately nothing happening on here is real anyway *sobs

EDIT: Ending is quite rushed and I’ll probably rework this in the future. Would be nice if somebody would like to beta read ♥

If you wanna be tagged, send me a msg and I’ll tag you in the future posts :)

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“Please tell her, that when the sun goes down, I think of her. Please tell her, that I will never forget her voice calling my name. And please let her know that she lives  in my heart and that everywhere I go, I always see her face. Just tell her, I'm sorry about everything that happened and I wish I could turn back time to prevent the things that happened.”

It seemed, as his words were on repeat ever since Y/N had heard them for the first time. Listening to the sad, broken voice made her question her decision she made earlier but she couldn't help it. She needed to move on, needed to get her life back together. A new start, maybe somewhere far away from her current place. Current Situation.

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A few months earlier:

„Go, go, go! We need to get this shit ready until 4PM. Y/N, you're being scheduled to serve the Champagne, Jill, you're down to put out the snacks. Alex, I need you at-“ It was a busy autumn afternoon in Central London. Volunteers, Caterer, Managers and Event-planners were running from one place to another, getting all ready for this years BFI Film-festival. Working usually as a concierge for a well known hotel chain, Y/N has decided that it would look good on her CV  to volunteer at the festival. She has always been interested in the Film and TV Industry, trying to get glimpses of interesting film sets and screenplays. Being a Hobby writer herself, she loved to imagine bringing her self written stories into life. Or at least to other people to read them. Wearing neat, black trousers and an ironed white Shirt, Y/N got ready to balance the trays with the Champagne on them. Her hair was tied back into a ponytail, only a few strands contouring her face. Excitement rose in her stomach as she thought how many people would attend the festival. Especially all the directors and Screenwriters, that had most of her interest. 'Okay, you can do that. You can hold the tray and balance it through the masses of people. Everything will end up all fine' repeating the prayer, to herself Y/N tried to remain calm, practicing the balance of the tray. As a Concierge, she didn't have to do these kind of jobs. Y/N was used to smile and check in people at the front desk of the hotel she worked in, instead of bringing food to the visitors as a waitress. Holding drinks and serving them to people has been a completely new situation and she took a few days off from work, just to be able to be here, at the Festival. Time was passing fast and people were still rushing around the halls, placing booklets, snacks and other information on the tables, that stood everywhere. Y/N shot a look to her colleague Jill, making sure she was at her place, taking care of the finger food and snacks, she was serving. Giving each other a thumbs up, Y/N prepared herself to start the main part of the volunteering. Offering drinks to the visitors.

The air outside was crisp but some last rays of sunshine shone through the cloud cover, indicating the sun to set in only a matter of time. The Filmfest was in full swing, producers, directors, actors and all kind of creators and attendees talking to each other, mostly about the films, that were nominated for awards or about to be released. Y/N had planted a smile onto her face, trying to be nice and friendly to every guest she served. To be honest, Y/N wasn't really a people person. Sitting at home, watching some Netflix or write Fanfiction would've been much better right now, but being an adult meant, having responsibilities and this volunteering definitely had some good future opportunities for her, at least she hoped. It started to get late, Y/N collected empty glasses, brought new fresh poured Champagne and offered it to everyone, who didn't seem to have a drink in hand. So many people were at the Festival. Men and women of every age. Y/N was happy, when she bumped into a group of people her age, offering the champagne from the tray she was holding the whole afternoon. “Fancy some Champagne?”, she would've asked, giving a sweet smile to the guests. One of the guys grinned, his blue eyes shimmering in the bright Theater light above them. “Thank you! Really need a drink”, he said, taking two glasses and giving one to the other guy, standing next to him. Smiling, Y/N turned around to look for other guests, not realizing that a pair of brown eyes started following her.

It was break time for Y/N, and she made herself comfortable in a little extra room, that was especially made for the staff. Jill and Alex followed suit, sitting down and eating their food, they got from the Theater. “Who did you guys got to meet?”, Alex suddenly asked, chewing on his Cheeseburger and waiting for the girls to answer. “Oh well”, Jill started, swallowing her food first. “I stood next to Benedict Cumberbatch and oh my … I just love that guy, okay?” she admitted, having a big bite of her burger after the confession. Y/N sat there, smiling at the blonde girls reaction. “And you?”, Alex asked and shot a look at Y/N. “I didn't really got to talk to people”, Y/N said, staring at her phone and checking if Y/F/N messaged her. “I mean, I saw some very well known actors but I was too shy to say something”, Y/N admitted. Alex nodded and took another bite of his burger. While still chewing, he said: “Well, I had a nice chat with Tom Holland and his friend. Didn't think he'd be the down to earth kind of guy”, Alex admitted and shot another look in Y/N's direction. “Anyway, did you notice that he was staring at you, Y/N?” The girl stopped eating for a second and gave Alex a confused look. It was a short silence, before she asked: “Why would he stare at me?” “Maybe he thinks you're cute?”, Jill suddenly added, winking to Y/N's direction. “Bullshit. Just because I have to be friendly to everyone here, doesn't mean I'm cute. You're making that up. Is this a prank or something?”, Y/N asked, throwing annoyed looks at her colleagues. Jill and Alex gave each other a confused stare before the boy spoke: “Why would we do that? No, I really mean it. I think he stared at you, at least it looked like that”, Alex insisted but Y/N shook her head, ignoring the dark haired guy while eating her chips. As if anybody would stare at her.

People usually did that, when she was wearing clothes, that didn't fit together or when she was having a bad day over all, feeling the strangers throwing looks at her. So why would, all of a sudden, a guy, that was somewhat famous, give her stares? Maybe she had something in her face earlier, so that he couldn't look away or maybe her shirt wasn't tucked into her trousers correctly and he was judging her for the it? Y/N checked her outfit and stood up, marching to the restrooms. She didn't want to hear another word from the other two volunteers, so she put her stuff away, to get ready for work afterwards. 'Why would he stare at me? What is wrong?', Y/N asked herself a couple of times while checking her looks in the mirror. The reflection showed a girl, that didn't seem to be happy at all. The corners of her moth were formed to a straight line. Her eyes looked tired and seemed to show little evidence of dark circles around them. Her shoulders where hanging low, and her overall posture indicated, that she was having a tough time. Being an introvert has had definitely it's downs. She liked to go out and be together with people but that also meant, that it would cost her lot's of energy. Y/N couldn't wait to be done working for tonight, go home and just throw herself into bed, replenish all her energy for the next day. Sometimes, she would just stay home for days, not even talking to people because it was more comfortable. But then again, other days she needed Company and then she'd hang out with Y/F/N, her best friend.   Being stuck in her thoughts, Y/N didn't realize that the latest movie just finished, filling up the halls with people. Just when a woman came into the restroom, Y/N realized that she had to get back to the bar, filling up and serving glasses of champagne. She put on her brightest smile, leaving the restroom with all her strength to finish up the last hours of her shift. 

“Thank you!”, the tall, dark haired man said, taking a glass of champagne, turning around to a group of other actors. Y/N's tray was blank again so she decided to grab empty glasses that were spread around the hall on the high tables. She didn't realize, that someone was following and talking to her, until she felt a hand resting on her elbow. A bit too sudden, she turned around to face the guy from earlier.

“Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. Just wanted to check if you have more champagne with you”, the blue eyed guy said. Y/N recognized him and smiled. “Let me return these glasses and I bring a new bunch”, she offered and turned quickly around to grab more of the bubbly drinks. Walking back to where the guy stopped her, she saw him talking to the other guy he was together earlier with. Trying to be confident, Y/N walked over to them quickly with a small smile on her lips. “Gentlemen, your drinks”, she offered and hold the tray between the two of them. “Thanks”, both said, taking the glasses, smiling at Y/N. She was about to turn around and leave, to serve more of the drinks, but the blue eyed got hold of her arm again. “Are you one of the volunteers here”, he asked, taking a sip of his drink. “Uhm, yeah... Yes I actually got the position because of my friend. She's kinda good with her contacts”, Y/N told the guys, smiling shyly. They were both quite good looking and she did not expect anyone to hold a conversation with her that night at all. It was always just that usual small talk, no real conversations happening. “Oh, is she here?”, now the brown eyed guy asked, looking around the filled hall. “Yes, somewhere. She's probably talking to some well known Directors for her Radioshow”, Y/N explained, getting nods of approval. “Sounds pretty interesting, whats her name?”, the taller guy asked. “Y/F/N”, was the simple answer and she felt jealousy built up in her stomach. Of course people would ask about the well known friend instead of getting to know the cheap volunteer. Suddenly Y/N felt bitter, and about to leave but the two boys kept on talking to her. “Must be super exhausting for you, to be available for everyone here, isn’t it?” “Yeah, it is indeed. But on the other hand I can tell that I volunteered and it probably looks good on my CV as well”, she answered. “I bet it does. What's you'r name?”, the blue-eyed asked, emptying his glass. “Y/N, and who are you guys?”

“I'm Harrison and this is Tom. You might know him though, the new Spiderman?”

Y/N blinked a few times before she caught herself staring at Tom. Was he really Tom Holland, the new Spiderman guy? It felt like a light bulb illuminated insight her head and her eyes widened at the sudden realization. “You really are the Spiderman guy! Oh my god I'm so sorry that I didn't recognize you!”, Y/N said a little too hectic. A little laugh sounded from their lips as Y/N felt her face heat up.

'So maybe Alex wasn’t wrong over all?', she thought, feeling guilty about her reaction earlier. “It's refreshing not being recognized immediately. Are you from here?”, Tom asked, and Y/N nodded. But before she could say where abouts, a voice sounded behind her. “Y/N I need you back here. Can you please come over?”, it was Jennifer, Y/N’s supervisor. With a sad smile, Y/N said her goodbye to the guys and left them quickly, seeing what Jennifer wanted.

Being lost in her thoughts, she didn't realize that the blonde, tall women had a grim expression on her face. “Y/N, I understand that having humour is a good thing and talking to our Guests fun, but please, can you take care everyone else too?  We cant lose these guests just because of you being starstruck and fangirling at certain actors here”, the tall blonde women said, giving the girl a stare down. “Sorry Jennifer. I just kind of went with the flow”, Y/N said, earning a look of anger from her boss. “Then just don't go with the flow. I just need you to do your job. Nor more, not less”.

“Alright, Ma'am” Walking back to the hall, Y/N searched for Tom and Harrison but after a few minutes of walking around, she accepted the fact, that the boys were gone. But at least, she had a little fun tonight, which was nice. ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄

[likalulu]

Harvard Commencement 2017

by : MARK ZUCKERBERG·26 MEI 2017

President Faust, Board of Overseers, faculty, alumni, friends, proud parents, members of the ad board, and graduates of the greatest university in the world.

I'm honored to be with you today because, let's face it, you accomplished something I never could. If I get through this speech, it'll be the first time I actually finish something at Harvard. Class of 2017, congratulations!

I'm an unlikely speaker, not just because I dropped out, but because we're technically in the same generation. We walked this yard less than a decade apart, studied the same ideas and slept through the same Ec10 lectures. We may have taken different paths to get here, especially if you came all the way from the Quad, but today I want to share what I've learned about our generation and the world we're building together.

But first, the last couple of days have brought back a lot of good memories.

How many of you remember exactly what you were doing when you got that email telling you that you got into Harvard? I was playing Civilization and I ran downstairs, got my dad, and for some reason, his reaction was to video me opening the email. That could have been a really sad video. I swear getting into Harvard is still the thing my parents are most proud of me for.

What about your first lecture at Harvard? Mine was Computer Science 121 with the incredible Harry Lewis. I was late so I threw on a t-shirt and didn't realize until afterwards it was inside out and backwards with my tag sticking out the front. I couldn't figure out why no one would talk to me -- except one guy, KX Jin, he just went with it. We ended up doing our problem sets together, and now he runs a big part of Facebook. And that, Class of 2017, is why you should be nice to people.

But my best memory from Harvard was meeting Priscilla. I had just launched this prank website Facemash, and the ad board wanted to "see me". Everyone thought I was going to get kicked out. My parents came to help me pack. My friends threw me a going away party. As luck would have it, Priscilla was at that party with her friend. We met in line for the bathroom in the Pfoho Belltower, and in what must be one of the all time romantic lines, I said: "I'm going to get kicked out in three days, so we need to go on a date quickly."

Actually, any of you graduating can use that line.

I didn't end up getting kicked out -- I did that to myself. Priscilla and I started dating. And, you know, that movie made it seem like Facemash was so important to creating Facebook. It wasn't. But without Facemash I wouldn't have met Priscilla, and she's the most important person in my life, so you could say it was the most important thing I built in my time here.

We've all started lifelong friendships here, and some of us even families. That's why I'm so grateful to this place. Thanks, Harvard.

•••

Today I want to talk about purpose. But I'm not here to give you the standard commencement about finding your purpose. We're millennials. We'll try to do that instinctively. Instead, I'm here to tell you finding your purpose isn't enough. The challenge for our generation is creating a world where everyone has a sense of purpose.

One of my favorite stories is when John F Kennedy visited the NASA space center, he saw a janitor carrying a broom and he walked over and asked what he was doing. The janitor responded: "Mr. President, I'm helping put a man on the moon".

Purpose is that sense that we are part of something bigger than ourselves, that we are needed, that we have something better ahead to work for. Purpose is what creates true happiness.

You're graduating at a time when this is especially important. When our parents graduated, purpose reliably came from your job, your church, your community. But today, technology and automation are eliminating many jobs. Membership in communities is declining. Many people feel disconnected and depressed, and are trying to fill a void.

As I've traveled around, I've sat with children in juvenile detention and opioid addicts, who told me their lives could have turned out differently if they just had something to do, an after school program or somewhere to go. I've met factory workers who know their old jobs aren't coming back and are trying to find their place.

To keep our society moving forward, we have a generational challenge: to not only create new jobs, but create a renewed sense of purpose.

I remember the night I launched Facebook from my little dorm in Kirkland House. I went to Noch's with my friend KX. I remember telling him I was excited to connect the Harvard community, but one day someone would connect the whole world.

The thing is, it never even occurred to me that someone might be us. We were just college kids. We didn't know anything about that. There were all these big technology companies with resources. I just assumed one of them would do it. But this idea was so clear to us -- that all people want to connect. So we just kept moving forward, day by day.

I know a lot of you will have your own stories just like this. A change in the world that seems so clear you're sure someone else will do it. But they won't. You will.

But it's not enough to have purpose yourself. You have to create a sense of purpose for others.

I found that out the hard way. You see, my hope was never to build a company, but to make an impact. And as all these people started joining us, I just assumed that's what they cared about too, so I never explained what I hoped we'd build.

A couple years in, some big companies wanted to buy us. I didn't want to sell. I wanted to see if we could connect more people. We were building the first News Feed, and I thought if we could just launch this, it could change how we learn about the world.

Nearly everyone else wanted to sell. Without a sense of higher purpose, this was the startup dream come true. It tore our company apart. After one tense argument, an advisor told me if I didn't agree to sell, I would regret the decision for the rest of my life. Relationships were so frayed that within a year or so every single person on the management team was gone.

That was my hardest time leading Facebook. I believed in what we were doing, but I felt alone. And worse, it was my fault. I wondered if I was just wrong, an imposter, a 22 year-old kid who had no idea how the world worked.

Now, years later, I understand that *is* how things work with no sense of higher purpose. It's up to us to create it so we can all keep moving forward together.

Today I want to talk about three ways to create a world where everyone has a sense of purpose: by taking on big meaningful projects together, by redefining equality so everyone has the freedom to pursue purpose, and by building community across the world.

•••

First, let's take on big meaningful projects.

Our generation will have to deal with tens of millions of jobs replaced by automation like self-driving cars and trucks. But we have the potential to do so much more together.

Every generation has its defining works. More than 300,000 people worked to put a man on the moon – including that janitor. Millions of volunteers immunized children around the world against polio. Millions of more people built the Hoover dam and other great projects.

These projects didn't just provide purpose for the people doing those jobs, they gave our whole country a sense of pride that we could do great things.

Now it's our turn to do great things. I know, you're probably thinking: I don't know how to build a dam, or get a million people involved in anything.

But let me tell you a secret: no one does when they begin. Ideas don't come out fully formed. They only become clear as you work on them. You just have to get started.

If I had to understand everything about connecting people before I began, I never would have started Facebook.

Movies and pop culture get this all wrong. The idea of a single eureka moment is a dangerous lie. It makes us feel inadequate since we haven't had ours. It prevents people with seeds of good ideas from getting started. Oh, you know what else movies get wrong about innovation? No one writes math formulas on glass. That's not a thing.

It's good to be idealistic. But be prepared to be misunderstood. Anyone working on a big vision will get called crazy, even if you end up right. Anyone working on a complex problem will get blamed for not fully understanding the challenge, even though it's impossible to know everything upfront. Anyone taking initiative will get criticized for moving too fast, because there's always someone who wants to slow you down.

In our society, we often don't do big things because we're so afraid of making mistakes that we ignore all the things wrong today if we do nothing. The reality is, anything we do will have issues in the future. But that can't keep us from starting.

So what are we waiting for? It's time for our generation-defining public works. How about stopping climate change before we destroy the planet and getting millions of people involved manufacturing and installing solar panels? How about curing all diseases and asking volunteers to track their health data and share their genomes? Today we spend 50x more treating people who are sick than we spend finding cures so people don’t get sick in the first place. That makes no sense. We can fix this. How about modernizing democracy so everyone can vote online, and personalizing education so everyone can learn?

 These achievements are within our reach. Let's do them all in a way that gives everyone in our society a role. Let's do big things, not only to create progress, but to create purpose.

•••

So taking on big meaningful projects is the first thing we can do to create a world where everyone has a sense of purpose.

The second is redefining equality to give everyone the freedom they need to pursue purpose.

Many of our parents had stable jobs throughout their careers. Now we're all entrepreneurial, whether we're starting projects or finding or role. And that's great. Our culture of entrepreneurship is how we create so much progress.

An entrepreneurial culture thrives when it's easy to try lots of new ideas. Facebook wasn't the first thing I built. I also built games, chat systems, study tools and music players. I'm not alone. JK Rowling got rejected 12 times before publishing Harry Potter. Even Beyonce had to make hundreds of songs to get Halo. The greatest successes come from having the freedom to fail.

But today, we have a level of wealth inequality that hurts everyone. When you don't have the freedom to take your idea and turn it into a historic enterprise, we all lose. Right now our society is way over-indexed on rewarding success and we don't do nearly enough to make it easy for everyone to take lots of shots.

Let's face it. There is something wrong with our system when I can leave here and make billions of dollars in 10 years while millions of students can't afford to pay off their loans, let alone start a business.

Look, I know a lot of entrepreneurs, and I don't know a single person who gave up on starting a business because they might not make enough money. But I know lots of people who haven't pursued dreams because they didn't have a cushion to fall back on if they failed.

We all know we don't succeed just by having a good idea or working hard. We succeed by being lucky too. If I had to support my family growing up instead of having time to code, if I didn't know I'd be fine if Facebook didn't work out, I wouldn't be standing here today. If we're honest, we all know how much luck we've had.

Every generation expands its definition of equality. Previous generations fought for the vote and civil rights. They had the New Deal and Great Society. Now it's our time to define a new social contract for our generation.

We should have a society that measures progress not just by economic metrics like GDP, but by how many of us have a role we find meaningful. We should explore ideas like universal basic income to give everyone a cushion to try new things. We’re going to change jobs many times, so we need affordable childcare to get to work and healthcare that isn’t tied to one company. We're all going to make mistakes, so we need a society that focuses less on locking us up or stigmatizing us. And as technology keeps changing, we need a society that focuses more on continuous education throughout our lives.

And yes, giving everyone the freedom to pursue purpose isn't free. People like me should pay for it. Many of you will do well and you should too.

That's why Priscilla and I started the Chan Zuckerberg Initiative and committed our wealth to promoting equal opportunity. These are the values of our generation. It was never a question of if we were going to do this. The only question was when.

Millennials are already one of the most charitable generations in history. In one year, three of four US millennials made a donation and seven out of ten raised money for charity.

But it's not just about money. You can also give time. I promise you, if you take an hour or two a week -- that's all it takes to give someone a hand, to help them reach their potential.

Maybe you think that's too much time. I used to. When Priscilla graduated from Harvard she became a teacher, and before she'd do education work with me, she told me I needed to teach a class. I complained: "Well, I'm kind of busy. I'm running this company." But she insisted, so I taught a middle school program on entrepreneurship at the local Boys and Girls Club.

I taught them lessons on product development and marketing, and they taught me what it's like feeling targeted for your race and having a family member in prison. I shared stories from my time in school, and they shared their hope of one day going to college too. For five years now, I’ve been having dinner with those kids every month. One of them even threw me and Priscilla our first baby shower. And next year they’re going to college. Every one of them. First in their families.

We can all make time to give someone a hand. Let's give everyone the freedom to pursue their purpose -- not only because it's the right thing to do, but because when more people can turn their dreams into something great, we're all better for it.

•••

Purpose doesn't only come from work. The third way we can create a sense of purpose for everyone is by building community. And when our generation says "everyone", we mean everyone in the world.

Quick show of hands: how many of you are from another country? Now, how many of you are friends with one of these folks? Now we're talking. We have grown up connected.

In a survey asking millennials around the world what defines our identity, the most popular answer wasn't nationality, religion or ethnicity, it was "citizen of the world". That's a big deal.

Every generation expands the circle of people we consider "one of us". For us, it now encompasses the entire world.

We understand the great arc of human history bends towards people coming together in ever greater numbers -- from tribes to cities to nations -- to achieve things we couldn't on our own.

We get that our greatest opportunities are now global -- we can be the generation that ends poverty, that ends disease. We get that our greatest challenges need global responses too -- no country can fight climate change alone or prevent pandemics. Progress now requires coming together not just as cities or nations, but also as a global community.

But we live in an unstable time. There are people left behind by globalization across the world. It's hard to care about people in other places if we don’t feel good about our lives here at home. There’s pressure to turn inwards.

This is the struggle of our time. The forces of freedom, openness and global community against the forces of authoritarianism, isolationism and nationalism. Forces for the flow of knowledge, trade and immigration against those who would slow them down. This is not a battle of nations, it's a battle of ideas. There are people in every country for global connection and good people against it.

This isn't going to be decided at the UN either. It's going to happen at the local level, when enough of us feel a sense of purpose and stability in our own lives that we can open up and start caring about everyone. The best way to do that is to start building local communities right now.

We all get meaning from our communities. Whether our communities are houses or sports teams, churches or a cappella groups, they give us that sense we are part of something bigger, that we are not alone; they give us the strength to expand our horizons.

That's why it's so striking that for decades, membership in all kinds of groups has declined as much as one-quarter. That's a lot of people who now need to find purpose somewhere else.

But I know we can rebuild our communities and start new ones because many of you already are.

I met Agnes Igoye, who's graduating today. Where are you, Agnes? She spent her childhood navigating conflict zones with human trafficking in Uganda, and now she trains thousands of law enforcement officers to keep communities safe.

I met Kayla Oakley and Niha Jain, graduating today, too. Stand up. Kayla and Niha started a non-profit that connects people suffering from chronic illnesses with people in their communities willing to help.

I met David Razu Aznar, graduating from the Kennedy School today. David, stand up. He’s a former city councilor who successfully led the battle to make Mexico City the first Latin American city to pass marriage equality -- even before San Francisco.

This is my story too. A student in a dorm room, connecting one community at a time, and keeping at it until one day we connect the whole world.

Change starts local. Even global changes start small -- with people like us. In our generation, the struggle of whether we connect more, whether we achieve our biggest opportunities, comes down to this -- your ability to build communities and create a world where every single person has a sense of purpose.

•••

Class of 2017, you are graduating into a world that needs purpose. It's up to you to create it.

Now, you may be thinking: can I really do this?

Remember when I told you about that class I taught at the Boys and Girls Club? One day after class I was talking to them about college, and one of my top students raised his hand and said he wasn't sure he could go because he's undocumented. He didn't know if they'd let him in.

Last year I took him out to breakfast for his birthday. I wanted to get him a present, so I asked him and he started talking about students he saw struggling and said "You know, I'd really just like a book on social justice.”

I was blown away. Here's a young guy who has every reason to be cynical. He didn't know if the country he calls home -- the only one he's known -- would deny him his dream of going to college. But he wasn't feeling sorry for himself. He wasn't even thinking of himself. He has a greater sense of purpose, and he's going to bring people along with him.

It says something about our current situation that I can't even say his name because I don't want to put him at risk. But if a high school senior who doesn't know what the future holds can do his part to move the world forward, then we owe it to the world to do our part too.

Before you walk out those gates one last time, as we sit in front of Memorial Church, I am reminded of a prayer, Mi Shebeirach, that I say whenever I face a challenge, that I sing to my daughter thinking about her future when I tuck her into bed. It goes:

"May the source of strength, who blessed the ones before us, help us find the courage to make our lives a blessing."

I hope you find the courage to make your life a blessing.

Congratulations, Class of '17! Good luck out there. 

[confidencekid]

65 Questions You’ve Probably Never Been Asked… 

          aka ‘mel gets bored and does an early 2010s style facebook survey’ 

First thing you wash in the shower? my chest/torso probably.

What color is your favorite hoodie? need more hoodies lol, i hate all of my current ones so i just perpetually wear t-shirts/tank tops/etc

Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? probably not. but i’d be a fool to rule out anything at all.

Do you plan outfits? lately i try to but it doesn’t really. work.

How are you feeling RIGHT now? mm bored but really nervous about actually posting this for people to see. i’ll probably look vain or something but i’m honestly just bored and feeling a little chatty and like talking about myself.

What’s the closest thing to you that’s red? just before you reach the red strawberry pin on the floor next to my bed there’s an arc and a question mark scrawled on a piece of paper in red ink.

Tell me about the last dream you remember having? um i’m really bad memory. i just remember it was something involving people from my real life, all in a situation that presented itself as vaguely realistic.

Did you meet anybody new today? do customers count? if not, then no.

What are you craving right now? well. nothing, until i was asked. now i’m craving physical affection and oh lord something else.

Do you floss? think of how often you go to a restaurant named luby’s or jim’s. now think about how often you go to mcdonald’s, or order from pizza hut. how often i floss is how often i go to luby’s. i’ve never been to jim’s but i’m thinking about going.

What comes to mind when I say cabbage? garbage pail kids

Are you emotional? very much. barely at all some moments. it’s the depression.

Have you ever counted to 1,000? no haha

Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it? i bit it once just to see how fools are living like. if you don’t go down on that cone like a cock every single time from start to finish then what are you doing with your life?

Do you like your hair? it’s alright but i’m trying to like it more. i often feel like cutting it all off so i’m trying to stop that. but i’m also not. who knows, maybe i’ll cut it all off tomorrow. who knows.

Do you like yourself? probably not. but. i still feel myself sometimes, in some ways. like now. like tonight. i will not go into more detail, no, no way.

Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush? um lol HA. that actually made me really uncomfortable to think about asdjkngnjkdf lol

What are you listening to right now? myself typing, clicking, and tapping. also a/c units running outside and people messing with the trunks of their cars, probably. opp, some guy just randomly sang something.

Are your parents strict? my mother wanted to be, but in the end she was just very... overbearing. i think ‘opinionated’ is the word if we’re not using loaded language. my dad didn’t live with us but whenever me and my brother saw him he always tried to compensate and be the ‘cool guy’ and buy us stuff and take us places but i think deep down he wanted to beat our tails. now he’s just kind of there. lol

Would you go sky diving? lord help me. i have to, don’t i?

Do you like cottage cheese? yeah it’s cool and it goes with EVERYTHING. though i probably won’t be eating it so much since i’m restricting the dairy and gluten in my diet to... near-nonexistent levels.

Have you ever met a celebrity? local radio personality. i was like 12. my mom and him talked like real people and i just kind of stood there in awe. we listened to him almost every day. he will never not be a celebrity to me.

Do you rent movies often? redbox is cool but i’ve kind of been shying away from it lately. it just seems like a waste of money when things like the internet exist. redbox is more of an impulse thing at this point, like i’ll see it walking out of walmart or h-e-b or whatever and i’ll see something i haven’t watched yet and i’ll just. ooh hmm okay checkout checkout checkout where’s my card.

Is there anything sparkly in the room you’re in? yeah um i don’t even have to look it’s probably that bottle of victoria’s secret glitter lotion i have on the floor. now THAT was an impulse buy.

How many countries have you visited? only 1. venezuela. i guess technically panama doesn’t count since it was just the layover coming back from venezuela? i would probably normally count it but i had contracted some kind of weird traveler’s sickness by that point and i was barely even... ‘there,’ if you know what i mean. i slept, ate, and sicked.

Have you made a prank phone call? i participated in one but? i mostly find it funny to hear other people do them.

Ever been on a train? yup. lol.

Brown or white eggs? um brown are probably better for you but who cares?

Do you have a cell phone? mm

Do you use chap stick? sometimes. it makes me feel cool and good. i love the fruity flavors and how soft they have your lips feeling.

Do you own a gun? naw. not even a water gun, son.

Can you use chop sticks? in a symbolic sense

Who are you going to be with tonight? probably some online prostitute. ...i would say if i had money.

Are you too forgiving? well not anymore. i’d say i’m about average. i’m still pretty forgiving though, in the sense that i don’t really hold grudges.

Ever been in love? ugh yeah f moving on

What is your best friend(s) doing tomorrow? what best friend(s)

Ever have cream puffs? yum. them boys go *softcrunch* then *pooof*

Last time you cried? lol it just kind of happens and then i mostly forget about it. it wasn’t really... recently, though. probably a week or two ago.

What was the last question you asked? what best friend(s)

Favorite time of the year? winter. summer. tax season. who cares.

Do you have any tattoos? mm. yeah.

Are you sarcastic? i’m less ‘edgy sarcastic’ these days and more ‘please shut up.’ i guess i make really offbeat jokes sometimes that can be considered sarcasm with actual sarcasm bleeding through occasionally?

Have you ever seen The Butterfly Effect? if i have, i can’t remember the plot. probably not. any good? wait, you’re a survey, you can’t answer. uhh, i think it’ll be good.

Ever walked into a wall? probably. probably more than once.

Favorite color? i like purple. any shade of it really. i also like a lot of other colors quit putting me in a box lol

Have you ever slapped someone? in a high school play in 11th grade. i... still get sad thinking about that play, even though the memory of the Big Slap is a lighthearted one. the guy i had to slap was a real cutie about it, even though i had to slap him really hard and many times in rehearsal to make it believable.

Is your hair curly? yeah. always. eternally.

What was the last CD you bought? um. the disney dream duet cd? the gurren lagann radio cd? kidz bop 34? i honestly can’t remember. probably kidz bop 34 though since i pretty much listed those in order lol.

Do looks matter? if i don’t know you yet. but we can change that. quickly. trust me.

Could you ever forgive a cheater? only because i’d want to be forgiven. but i guess if i’m being honest, i’d have to have my idiot cap on that day to forgive someone who cheated on me, even if they apologized and cried/swore they’d never do it again, that it was a mistake, etc etc. wow i’m a real mean one. but i guess at the end of the day whether or not i forgive them just comes down to whether or not i believe their apology/repentance speech.

Is your phone bill sky high? *yui hirasawa voice* SKY HIGH!

Do you like your life right now? oo lol

Do you sleep with the TV on? no, not really. unless i fall asleep. but i don’t do it on purpose like a lot of people do.

Can you handle the truth? CAN YOU SMELLLLL, WHAT THE ROCK IS COOKIN’?! me neither, but he’s still cookin’ it. and pretty soon, that meal’s gonna be served.

Do you have good vision? oh no. no sweetie.

Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people? no. i don’t like doing that.

How often do you talk on the phone? whenever i have to. never really for non-business things except to check in with my sister. as far as skype/discord stuff goes, not often. i’m pretty much a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants person when it comes to dusting off that old mic and chatting with someone with voiceboxes.

The last person you held hands with? am i supposed to name them or like...? *awkwardly skirts the question*

What are you wearing? undah wear.

What is your favorite animal? cats probably. marine animals are pretty cool, too. i LOVE manatees. pretty much all animals are lovely and gifts to the world.

Where was your profile picture taken at? i had just finished battling some beastmen and they ran off into the sunset screaming something i couldn’t really make out and i was feeling really awesome.

Can you hula hoop? i’ve never really done it successfully, no. i think you either have to be in shape, or have rhythm. i’m not in the greatest shape right now, and i don’t have rhythm.

Do you have a job? yea

What was the most recent thing you bought? a garden salad with fajita chicken at chacho’s. mmmmmmmm. oh and whatever my sister ate. hot wings and freakin french fries

Have you ever crawled through a window? maybe lol. rip this survey

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Mark Zuckerberg returned to Harvard, the place that inspired him to drop out and become the founder and CEO of Facebook. He addressed the 366th class of Harvard University Thursday. These speeches he's been doing has led some to wonder if he's considering a run as President in 2020. To see how far he's come, check out his very first interview on television just below. You can read the full text of his speech here. You can also see the highlights and best memorable quotes here. President Faust, Board of Overseers, faculty, alumni, friends, proud parents, members of the ad board and graduates of the greatest university in the world... I'm honored to be with you today, because let's face it, you accomplished something I never could. If I get through this speech, it'll be the first time I actually finish something at Harvard. Class of 2017, congratulations! I'm an unlikely speaker, not just because I dropped out, but because we're technically in the same generation. We walked this yard less than a decade apart, studied the same ideas and slept through the same Ec10 lectures. We may have taken different paths to get here, especially if you came all the way from the Quad, but today I want to share what I've learned about our generation and the world we're building together. But first, the last couple of days have brought back a lot of good memories. How many of you remember exactly what you were doing when you got that email telling you that you got into Harvard? I was playing "Civilization" and I ran downstairs, got my dad, and for some reason, his reaction was to video me opening the email. That could have been a really sad video. I swear, getting into Harvard is still the thing my parents are most proud of me for. What about your first lecture at Harvard? Mine was Computer Science 121 with the incredible Harry Lewis. I was late, so I threw on a t-shirt and didn't realize until afterwards it was inside out and backwards with my tag sticking out the front. I couldn't figure out why no one would talk to me — except one guy, KX Jin, he just went with it. We ended up doing our problem sets together, and now he runs a big part of Facebook. And that, Class of 2017, is why you should be nice to people. But my best memory from Harvard was meeting Priscilla. I had just launched this prank website Facemash, and the ad board wanted to "see me." Everyone thought I was going to get kicked out. My parents came to help me pack. My friends threw me a going away party. As luck would have it, Priscilla was at that party with her friend. We met in line for the bathroom in the Pfoho Belltower, and in what must be one of the all time romantic lines, I said: "I'm going to get kicked out in three days, so we need to go on a date quickly." Actually, any of you graduating can use that line. I didn't end up getting kicked out — I did that to myself. Priscilla and I started dating. And you know, that movie made it seem like Facemash was so important to creating Facebook. It wasn't. But without Facemash I wouldn't have met Priscilla, and she's the most important person in my life, so you could say it was the most important thing I built in my time here. We've all started lifelong friendships here, and some of us even families. That's why I'm so grateful to this place. Thanks, Harvard. Today I want to talk about purpose. But I'm not here to give you the standard commencement about finding your purpose. We're millennials. We'll try to do that instinctively. Instead, I'm here to tell you finding your purpose isn't enough. The challenge for our generation is creating a world where everyone has a sense of purpose. One of my favorite stories is when John F. Kennedy visited the NASA space center, he saw a janitor carrying a broom and he walked over and asked what he was doing. The janitor responded: "Mr. President, I'm helping put a man on the moon." Purpose is that sense that we are part of something bigger than ourselves, that we are needed, that we have something better ahead to work for. Purpose is what creates true happiness. You're graduating at a time when this is especially important. When our parents graduated, purpose reliably came from your job, your church, your community. But today, technology and automation are eliminating many jobs. Membership in communities is declining. Many people feel disconnected and depressed and are trying to fill a void. As I've traveled around, I've sat with children in juvenile detention and opioid addicts, who told me their lives could have turned out differently if they just had something to do, an after school program or somewhere to go. I've met factory workers who know their old jobs aren't coming back and are trying to find their place. To keep our society moving forward, we have a generational challenge — to not only create new jobs, but create a renewed sense of purpose. I remember the night I launched Facebook from my little dorm in Kirkland House. I went to Noch's with my friend KX. I remember telling him I was excited to connect the Harvard community, but one day someone would connect the whole world. The thing is, it never even occurred to me that someone might be us. We were just college kids. We didn't know anything about that. There were all these big technology companies with resources. I just assumed one of them would do it. But this idea was so clear to us — that all people want to connect. So we just kept moving forward, day by day. I know a lot of you will have your own stories just like this. A change in the world that seems so clear, you're sure someone else will do it. But they won't. You will. But it's not enough to have purpose yourself. You have to create a sense of purpose for others. I found that out the hard way. You see, my hope was never to build a company, but to make an impact. And as all these people started joining us, I just assumed that's what they cared about too, so I never explained what I hoped we'd build. A couple years in, some big companies wanted to buy us. I didn't want to sell. I wanted to see if we could connect more people. We were building the first News Feed, and I thought if we could just launch this, it could change how we learn about the world. Nearly everyone else wanted to sell. Without a sense of higher purpose, this was the startup dream come true. It tore our company apart. After one tense argument, an advisor told me if I didn't agree to sell, I would regret the decision for the rest of my life. Relationships were so frayed that within a year or so, every single person on the management team was gone. That was my hardest time leading Facebook. I believed in what we were doing, but I felt alone. And worse, it was my fault. I wondered if I was just wrong, an impostor, a 22-year-old kid who had no idea how the world worked. Now, years later, I understand that is how things work with no sense of higher purpose. It's up to us to create it, so we can all keep moving forward together. Today I want to talk about three ways to create a world where everyone has a sense of purpose: by taking on big meaningful projects together, by redefining equality so everyone has the freedom to pursue purpose and by building community across the world. First, let's take on big meaningful projects. Our generation will have to deal with tens of millions of jobs replaced by automation like self-driving cars and trucks. But we have the potential to do so much more together. Every generation has its defining works. More than 300,000 people worked to put a man on the moon – including that janitor. Millions of volunteers immunized children around the world against polio. Millions of more people built the Hoover dam and other great projects. These projects didn't just provide purpose for the people doing those jobs, they gave our whole country a sense of pride that we could do great things. Now it's our turn to do great things. I know, you're probably thinking: I don't know how to build a dam, or get a million people involved in anything. But let me tell you a secret: no one does when they begin. Ideas don't come out fully formed. They only become clear as you work on them. You just have to get started. If I had to understand everything about connecting people before I began, I never would have started Facebook. Movies and pop culture get this all wrong. The idea of a single eureka moment is a dangerous lie. It makes us feel inadequate since we haven't had ours. It prevents people with seeds of good ideas from getting started. Oh, you know what else movies get wrong about innovation? No one writes math formulas on glass. That's not a thing. It's good to be idealistic. But be prepared to be misunderstood. Anyone working on a big vision will get called crazy, even if you end up right. Anyone working on a complex problem will get blamed for not fully understanding the challenge, even though it's impossible to know everything upfront. Anyone taking initiative will get criticized for moving too fast, because there's always someone who wants to slow you down. In our society, we often don't do big things because we're so afraid of making mistakes that we ignore all the things wrong today if we do nothing. The reality is, anything we do will have issues in the future. But that can't keep us from starting. So what are we waiting for? It's time for our generation-defining public works. How about stopping climate change before we destroy the planet and getting millions of people involved manufacturing and installing solar panels? How about curing all diseases and asking volunteers to track their health data and share their genomes? Today we spend 50 times more treating people who are sick than we spend finding cures so people don't get sick in the first place. That makes no sense. We can fix this. How about modernizing democracy so everyone can vote online, and personalizing education so everyone can learn? These achievements are within our reach. Let's do them all in a way that gives everyone in our society a role. Let's do big things, not only to create progress, but to create purpose. So taking on big meaningful projects is the first thing we can do to create a world where everyone has a sense of purpose. The second is redefining equality to give everyone the freedom they need to pursue purpose. Many of our parents had stable jobs throughout their careers. Now we're all entrepreneurial, whether we're starting projects or finding or role. And that's great. Our culture of entrepreneurship is how we create so much progress. Now, an entrepreneurial culture thrives when it's easy to try lots of new ideas. Facebook wasn't the first thing I built. I also built games, chat systems, study tools and music players. I'm not alone. J.K. Rowling got rejected 12 times before publishing Harry Potter. Even Beyoncé had to make hundreds of songs to get "Halo." The greatest successes come from having the freedom to fail. But today, we have a level of wealth inequality that hurts everyone. When you don't have the freedom to take your idea and turn it into a historic enterprise, we all lose. Right now our society is way over-indexed on rewarding success and we don't do nearly enough to make it easy for everyone to take lots of shots. Let's face it: There is something wrong with our system when I can leave here and make billions of dollars in 10 years, while millions of students can't afford to pay off their loans, let alone start a business. Look, I know a lot of entrepreneurs, and I don't know a single person who gave up on starting a business because they might not make enough money. But I know lots of people who haven't pursued dreams because they didn't have a cushion to fall back on if they failed. We all know we don't succeed just by having a good idea or working hard. We succeed by being lucky too. If I had to support my family growing up instead of having time to code, if I didn't know I'd be fine if Facebook didn't work out, I wouldn't be standing here today. If we're honest, we all know how much luck we've had. Every generation expands its definition of equality. Previous generations fought for the vote and civil rights. They had the New Deal and Great Society. Now it's our time to define a new social contract for our generation. We should have a society that measures progress not just by economic metrics like GDP, but by how many of us have a role we find meaningful. We should explore ideas like universal basic income to give everyone a cushion to try new things. We're going to change jobs many times, so we need affordable childcare to get to work and healthcare that aren't tied to one company. We're all going to make mistakes, so we need a society that focuses less on locking us up or stigmatizing us. And as technology keeps changing, we need to focus more on continuous education throughout our lives. And yes, giving everyone the freedom to pursue purpose isn't free. People like me should pay for it. Many of you will do well and you should too. That's why Priscilla and I started the Chan Zuckerberg Initiative and committed our wealth to promoting equal opportunity. These are the values of our generation. It was never a question of if we were going to do this. The only question was when. Millennials are already one of the most charitable generations in history. In one year, three of four U.S. millennials made a donation and seven out of 10 raised money for charity. But it's not just about money. You can also give time. I promise you, if you take an hour or two a week — that's all it takes to give someone a hand, to help them reach their potential. Maybe you think that's too much time. I used to. When Priscilla graduated from Harvard she became a teacher, and before she'd do education work with me, she told me I needed to teach a class. I complained: "Well, I'm kind of busy. I'm running this company." But she insisted, so I taught a middle school program on entrepreneurship at the local Boys and Girls Club. I taught them lessons on product development and marketing, and they taught me what it's like feeling targeted for your race and having a family member in prison. I shared stories from my time in school, and they shared their hope of one day going to college too. For five years now, I've been having dinner with those kids every month. One of them threw me and Priscilla our first baby shower. And next year they're going to college. Every one of them. First in their families. We can all make time to give someone a hand. Let's give everyone the freedom to pursue their purpose — not only because it's the right thing to do, but because when more people can turn their dreams into something great, we're all better for it. Purpose doesn't only come from work. The third way we can create a sense of purpose for everyone is by building community. And when our generation says "everyone," we mean everyone in the world. Quick show of hands: How many of you are from another country? Now, how many of you are friends with one of these folks? Now we're talking. We have grown up connected. In a survey asking millennials around the world what defines our identity, the most popular answer wasn't nationality, religion or ethnicity, it was "citizen of the world." That's a big deal. Every generation expands the circle of people we consider "one of us." For us, it now encompasses the entire world. We understand the great arc of human history bends towards people coming together in ever greater numbers — from tribes to cities to nations — to achieve things we couldn't on our own. We get that our greatest opportunities are now global — we can be the generation that ends poverty, that ends disease. We get that our greatest challenges need global responses too -- no country can fight climate change alone or prevent pandemics. Progress now requires coming together not just as cities or nations, but also as a global community. But we live in an unstable time. There are people left behind by globalization across the world. It's hard to care about people in other places if we don't feel good about our lives here at home. There's pressure to turn inwards. This is the struggle of our time. The forces of freedom, openness and global community against the forces of authoritarianism, isolationism and nationalism. Forces for the flow of knowledge, trade and immigration against those who would slow them down. This is not a battle of nations, it's a battle of ideas. There are people in every country for global connection and good people against it. This isn't going to be decided at the U.N. either. It's going to happen at the local level, when enough of us feel a sense of purpose and stability in our own lives that we can open up and start caring about everyone. The best way to do that is to start building local communities right now. We all get meaning from our communities. Whether our communities are houses or sports teams, churches or music groups, they give us that sense we are part of something bigger, that we are not alone; they give us the strength to expand our horizons. That's why it's so striking that for decades, membership in all kinds of groups has declined as much as one-quarter. That's a lot of people who now need to find purpose somewhere else. But I know we can rebuild our communities and start new ones because many of you already are. I met Agnes Igoye, who's graduating today. Where are you, Agnes? She spent her childhood navigating conflict zones in Uganda, and now she trains thousands of law enforcement officers to keep communities safe. I met Kayla Oakley and Niha Jain, graduating today too. Stand up. Kayla and Niha started a non-profit that connects people suffering from illnesses with people in their communities willing to help. I met David Razu Aznar, graduating from the Kennedy School today. David, stand up. He's a former city councilor who successfully led the battle to make Mexico City the first Latin American city to pass marriage equality — even before San Francisco. This is my story too. A student in a dorm room, connecting one community at a time, and keeping at it until one day we connect the whole world. Change starts local. Even global changes start small — with people like us. In our generation, the struggle of whether we connect more, whether we achieve our biggest opportunities, comes down to this — your ability to build communities and create a world where every single person has a sense of purpose. Class of 2017, you are graduating into a world that needs purpose. It's up to you to create it. Now, you may be thinking: can I really do this? Remember when I told you about that class I taught at the Boys and Girls Club? One day after class I was talking to them about college, and one of my top students raised his hand and said he wasn't sure he could go because he's undocumented. He didn't know if they'd let him in. Last year I took him out to breakfast for his birthday. I wanted to get him a present, so I asked him and he started talking about students he saw struggling and said "You know, I'd really just like a book on social justice." I was blown away. Here's a young guy who has every reason to be cynical. He didn't know if the country he calls home -- the only one he's known — would deny him his dream of going to college. But he wasn't feeling sorry for himself. He wasn't even thinking of himself. He has a greater sense of purpose, and he's going to bring people along with him. It says something about our current situation that I can't even say his name because I don't want to put him at risk. But if a high school senior who doesn't know what the future holds can do his part to move the world forward, then we owe it to the world to do our part too. Before you walk out those gates one last time, as we sit in front of Memorial Church, I am reminded of a prayer, Mi Shebeirach, that I say whenever I face a challenge, that I sing to my daughter thinking about her future when I tuck her into bed. It goes: "May the source of strength, who blessed the ones before us, help us *find the courage* to make our lives a blessing." I hope you find the courage to make your life a blessing. Congratulations, Class of '17! Good luck out there.

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