'Why are we still talking 'bout this

Why don’t we ever talk bout how hard Simon has had it like?? His dad died when he was pretty young and then his mom struggled with a drinking problem and on top of that he clearly suffers from an anxiety disorder and is canononically a hypochondriac and now he’s a vampire, struggling to keep what’s left of his family and yet he still is so funny and kind and caring and just idk I think we need to acknowledge how fricking strong he is

I Do (lyrics)

I’ll write another letter that i’ll never send
And i’ll spend 30 minutes crying about you in my bed
and i’ll replay all our memories in my head
i’ll tell myself that it’s time to let you go
i try to think of all your flaws and try to hate you a little more
but still i’ll look at the calendar on the wall
and know that it’s been exactly a month since the last time i was in your car
i didn’t know it then
but that was the last time
you would look at me as more than a friend
i guess things change
and you got someone new
but i’m still killing myself
with all these things that i do

i don’t have to care
i don’t have to cry
i don’t have to waste my time missing you
i don’t have to wonder why you left
or if there’s something i can do
i don’t have to care when i see you
i don’t have to miss you but i do  

ill tell my mom bout these feelings i have
and we’ll have a talk and she’ll tell me “it’s not you, it’s him”
and i’ll feel better and believe what she says
til i’m alone
til i’m alone
cause then i’ll remember all the nights that we had
when we would drive going nowhere but it wasn’t bad
you’d let me play with your hair and i would laugh
i never had as much fun as i did all those nights when we were in your car
i didn’t know it then
that you would change your mind
and i would try but couldn’t be your friend
so we won’t talk
and you’ll find someone new
and i’ll keep killing myself slowly with all these things that i do

i don’t have to lie
and say you’re never on my mind
i don’t have to tell my self over and over again that i’m fine
i don’t have to see the stars
and think of how i looked at them with you
i don’t have to miss you but i do

i don’t have to drive by your school
or talk to your friends
and ask them about you cause i just wanna see how you’re doing
it’s fine
i know you still care deep down
and maybe one day you’ll come back
but i know that won’t be now
why can’t you come back now

cause i don’t wanna care
i don’t wanna cry
i don’t wanna waste my time missing you
for once i just wanna feel alright
i don’t wanna see the stars
and think of how i looked at them with
i don’t wanna need you but i do  

I wrote this today and showed some of u on instagram live, here are the lyrics haha

Her Or Me

Pairing: Sam x Reader
Words:  1020

-Sam’s girlfriend tries to get Dean to like her, but he keeps pushing her away. Until Sam makes him see she stays or he goes.-

Warning: Dean being a jerk…

          You were putting the top crust on the pie when you felt strong arms wrap around your waist. You leaned back against that broad chest, “Hi, Sammy.”

           “Hi, Baby,” he kissed the side of your head, “What are you doing?”

           “Baking a pie,” you answered.

           “For Dean?”

           You nodded, “A peace offering,” you said, “Even though I’m not really sure why I need a peace offering.”

           Sam sighed, “He’s Dean. He doesn’t always warm up to people very quickly. He’ll come around.”

           “I hope so.” 

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The Drive part 1

Bughead fluff and angst! I have most of part two done but I’m not entirely happy with it yet, but hopefully should be ready soon.

The Drive

The bass rang in Betty’s ears as she worked her way through the crowd. She couldn’t believe how many people showed up as the night went on. The party was originally her idea, however it didn’t turn out quite like she planned. She had organized the details, decorated the place, picked out Jughead’s favorite movies, and even baked a few batches of cookies and cupcakes for the occasion. She wanted her boyfriend’s birthday to be something special, something he would really enjoy. She also wanted to prove to him that people did care about him, so she left Archie in charge of inviting most the guests. That decision, however, proved to be a poor one.

In retrospect, Betty should have realized that Archie would spread word about Jughead’s birthday party in a much different way than she had in mind, especially since both their parents were going out of town that weekend. Instead of a simple get together with tasty treats and movie marathons, the night had quickly blossomed into a full force house party complete with dance music and plenty of alcohol. Despite the unexpected outcome, everyone seemed to be having a great time. People were dancing, laughing, and drinking away the stresses and drama that had become the norm in their little town. Luckily, the night was young and no one had taken it too far - not yet anyway.

Betty timidly made her way through the hordes of intoxicated teens, searching for her mysterious boyfriend. She knew this wasn’t exactly his idea of a great night. She desperately wanted to find him and ensure he was doing okay. It was supposed to be HIS night after all. Finally, through the front window she saw him standing outside on the deck, leaning up against a support beam. She headed for the door to join him, the music swelling and falling as she opened and closed the door behind her. The deck was a quieter sanctuary from the bustling party inside the Andrew’s home, and Jughead was taking in the serene night with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He glanced back at Betty as she walked up beside him and leaned against the beam opposite to him.

“Really Juggie? Cigarettes? Since when?” she teased him. He threw her a side glance and a playful smirk.

“It’s my birthday,” he said with a shrug. Betty rolled her eyes, but her smile didn’t fade. A comfortable moment of silence passed between them, Betty watching him smoke and feeling slightly irritated that he could make something so cancerous and vile look hot as hell.

“I’m sorry your party turned out like this. It’s not what I had in mind,” she stated honestly. He quietly laughed, flicking a chunk of ash off the end of his smoke. She continued, “but you have to admit it’s pretty cool all these people showed up for you Jug. I told you people like you.” She smiled sweetly at him, hoping he would recognize that he didn’t have to be an outsider all the time. He turned his head towards her, his eyebrow raised and a look of laid-back skepticism across his angular face.

“People like getting drunk, Bets. That’s why they’re all here.” he stated dryly.

“Couldn’t it be both?” she retorted with grin. He smiled, finding no reason to argue with stunning girlfriend. He took her hand, and lightly caressed her fingers with his thumb.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” he took a quick drag. “Either way, I appreciate the effort. You didn’t have to do all this for me,” his tone softened, and Betty leaned into him, basking in the glow of his kind words.

“Well, there’s still a few more hours left of your birthday. Is there anything else you’d like to do? You know, since my brilliant idea panned out so well,” she said lightheartedly. This time his smirk broke into a toothy smile, a rare moment of excitement Betty was incredibly grateful to witness.

“I took Archie’s keys again, you know, since he’s clearly drank too much to be driving,”

“Jughead, we’re at Archie’s house. Where the heck would he even go?” Betty laughed.

“That’s exactly it, who knows? I’m doing everyone a favor really,” he continued swiftly, his sarcasm becoming more and more playful.

“You still haven’t told me what you want to do tonight,” she asked him again. Jughead snuffed out his cigarette, and gracefully pulled her close.

“Why don’t we go for a drive? Just you and me, a crappy old truck, clear night full of stars… “ his words trailed off, his attention lost to Betty’s tender gaze.

“I’d love that,” she quietly replied, leaning closer to Jughead and tilting her head for his gentle kiss. Suddenly, before their lips could meet, the front door swung open. The music escaped loudly through the open door, causing Betty and Jughead to jump back from one another.

There, wobbling before the couple, was Archie Andrews, drunk as a skunk and staring intently at Betty. He didn’t even seem to register that Jughead existed beside her. He slammed his hand over his heart, and slurred as he spoke.

“Betty. Betty I’ve been looking EVERYWHERE for you. I gotta talk to you. We, we gotta talk.” Betty stood still, her eyes wide with an emotion Jughead couldn’t quite identify. Pity? Anger? Disbelief? Archie continued his alcohol fueled speech.

“It was Grundy, Betty. That’s why I couldn’t be with you,” Jughead’s heart sank through his stomach. He felt his mouth suddenly become dry. Don’t do this to me Arch, he thought frantically.

“I was all mixed up with her, and I just… I wasn’t ready then to be your man but I am now, Betty. I’m here now. I’ve always loved you, I just didn’t know-” he paused, holding back a sudden bout of nausea. He leaned against the door behind him with a thud, steadying himself. “You- you’ve always been my best girl, Betty. Let’s just, be together! A power couple, just like- hiccup- just like you said, you know, when you said the stuff you said to me.” Betty stared at the boozed up redhead, trying to process the sudden flood of information. He spoke again before she could react.

“I love you, Betty Cooper,” he practically hollered, emphasizing each syllable of her name. Betty scowled, and shook her head as she replied.

“Archie, shut up. You’re drunk and acting like an idiot!”

“Here me, Riverdale!” he clumsily ran past the couple, jumping the deck railing and landing with a harsh tumble onto the front lawn. “Betty Cooper’s the best damn girl in town! No, no, in the whole country! The world!” he yelled, laying flat on his back in the dewy grass. “We’re gonna be together and, and get married! Kids, white picket-” he paused again, holding a fist to his mouth, his face turning pale as he holds back his gut. Jughead’s face was stiff, and his teeth began to ache from his clenched jaw. With heavy steps he approached the sloppy redhead, and pulled him to his feet by the collar of his shirt.

“Get up.” he growled. Archie complied, stumbling as Jughead practically dragged him to the house. “Getting shitfaced is one thing, pal” he bitterly hissed, “but talking to my girlfriend like that, right in front of me-”

“Girlfriend?” Archie interjected with a laugh. “Come on man, she’s just lonely. Betty!” He turned his head back to her as they reached the door. “You don’t have to be lonely anymore, I’m yours babe!”

“That’s not how this works!” she snapped. Her voice was angry, but tears were welling up in her crystal blue eyes. He quickly shoved Archie inside, and slammed the door back shut. Jughead’s heart was pounding in his chest. He knew Betty still carried some feelings for Archie, and it was a fact he tried his best to ignore. He had to believe that maybe Betty could move on from Archie’s rejection, that maybe she could learn to love him instead.

Yet the worst actually happened, right in front of his eyes. Archie was begging Betty to be his. She was clearly angry at his drunken declaration, but the thought buzzed in Jughead’s mind: Would she be reacting differently if Archie was sober? Gathering his strength, he turned around to face her, but instead saw her ponytail swinging wildly as she quickly walked towards the driveway. Jughead followed her as she approached Archie’s truck, and paused in front of the passenger door, her arms crossed tightly across her waist as she tried to contain her flooding emotions. She faced the dark haired boy, and wiped an escaped tear from her cheek. He stood motionless, unsure what he could possibly say to comfort her, or to even comfort himself. 

“Can we still go for a drive Juggie? I really need to get out of here for while,” she asked him quietly, her voice trembling as she fought to keep her composure.

anonymous asked:

Yoda giving the Talk to Dooku, Dooku giving the Talk to Qui-Gon, Qui-Gon giving the Talk to Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan giving the Talk to Anakin, Anakin giving the Talk to Ashoka. How much wisedom passed down from the origin and how much was changed?

Yan Dooku was fidgeting. To any outsider it was crystal clear that the young teenager was highly embarrassed and wanted nothing more than to escape. And really, hadn’t it been for the grip that the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order had on him with the Force, he probably would have bolted. Now, Yoda was not any more eager than his young charge to deepen this particularly topic - pun only slightly intended, but he understood the importance of sexual education, especially to headstrong and proud young men, like his Padawan.

“Listen you will,” the green Jedi Master chided, there was no humor in his voice. Only a small warning that meant that Yan would be in a lot of trouble, were he to continue his ‘bad’ behavior.

“Yes Master,” the brown haired male bowed his head. His cheeks were red in shame.

“Important this is,” carefully and if he had all the time in the world, did Yoda fold his legs under him and rested his walking stick on top his lap. His claw like hands came to rest on the wooden stick. 

“I know Master,” mumbled Yan.

“Know, do you, hm? A Master, you are?”

“No, my Master. It was bad enough to talk about this, but to be reprimanded was even worse.

The green troll hummed in agreement and satisfaction. “Love, a difficult topic it is. Large spectrum there is,” he nodded to himself. “But talk a bout love, I won’t. Talk about sex, I will.”

It was both astonishing and deeply disgusting that his Master was so calm while speaking of such a sensitive and private topic. And he still did not want to hear it. 

“Master, I don’t see why this is necessary. I already know how…” he paused, considering his next words very carefully, “children are made and how to protect oneself and your partner. We had it in class.” He desperately hoped to have evaded Yoda’s lecture, but he should have known that it would not be that easy. Nothing ever was with the Jedi Order’s Grandmaster.

“You do, hm? Well, then tell me all, you will.”

Yan was sure that the horror must have shown on his face and he wished he had not opened his mouth in the first place. Could this get any worse.

“Waiting, I am. Impudent Padawan, mine,” the green troll continued and Yan mentally steeled himself for embarrassing hours full of humiliation.

“Master?” the young brown haired boy at his side was not looking at him, while he spoke.

“What is it, Qui-Gon?” he knew that tone. It meant that his ever observant Padawan had found another ‘wonder’ of life and wanted to know everything about it. 

“What are they doing?” the Padawan asked.

Yan furrowed his brow and stopped walking. He looked in the directing his student was gazing, but he was unsure what could have caught the younger male’s attention. “Who, Qui-Gon?”

“The two people there, by the tree,” he sounded impatient and gestured with his hand.

The Jedi Master turned his head enough to finally see what his curious student meant and he stepped back in horror, when he saw what the boy was referring to.

“Well, they are… kissing.”

“Why is that?” the boy’s midnight blue eyes looked up at him in wonder and confusion. 

“Because they love each other, I would imagine.” He firmly turned the boy away from the kissing couple under the tree and urged him on. He did not want to be late for heir meeting with the temple government. They were already behind their schedule as it is and just because he had promised student to go see the park.

“Master…” he hesitated and for one brief moment, Yan hoped that the questions would stop, “Mace said that this is, how babies are made… is that true?”

Yan stumbled and almost fell. It had been terrible to have this specific conversation with his own Master, it would only be worse with his Padawan. “No Qui-Gon… this is NOT, how babies are made.”

“I am glad,” the relief that flowed into the Force, was alarming. “But,” his brow was furrowed and even the quickened steps of the taller man, did nothing to stop him from voicing his question, “how ARE babies made?”

Yan was sure that he heard the characteristic cackling of his former Master somewhere in the distance. “You see, if a man and a woman REALLY love each other… they… sleep together.” 

The brown haired boy tilted his head in confusion. “Like sleeping next to each other?” Sudden panic tinged the Force around him and his eyes were comically wide. Also, Qui-Gon had stopped dead in his tracks, he was suddenly as pale as a ghost. “Master, I think I got Tahl pregnant!”

The Jedi Master blinked. Nothing could have prepared him for such an outburst and such terrible panic in his student. “No Qui-Gon, by the Force, no.You didn’t get your friend pregnant,” he laid a comforting hand on his student’s shoulders and squeezed in reassurance. it suddenly sprung to his mind that his Padawan was too young to have this talk, HE had been older, when Master Yoda had talked to him. 

“Master?” there was hope and terror in equal measure.

A sigh escaped the older male. “It is not as simply as that, you see… the man has too put his… into the woman’s…” he couldn’t do it, he just couldn’t do it. “You know what Qui-Gon, as soon as we are back on Coruscant, I will arrange a meeting with you and Master Yoda. My former Master knows a lot more about the topic as I do… he will explain you everything you need to know.”

Qui-Gon contemplated the answer, then he said, “Alright,” and with that he was satisfied, at least for now. And Yan could take a breathe in relief, he did not want to get any deeper into the material - pun definitely not intended.

Qui-Gon watched from afar as the blonde duchess snuggled closer to his Padawan’s shoulder, seeking more than warmth. But his Padawan, Force bless his soul, was quite oblivious to her advances. Satine Kryze did not seem to mind, instead she buried herself against his side until she fell into a deep sleep.

Qui-Gon grinned and shook his head in amusement. He would need to talk with Obi-Wan soon, before the temperamental blonde acted first preferably. 

He alerted the ginger haired male to his presence through their bond, and requested a talk with him. Obi-Wan briefly glanced over his shoulder, eyes locking with Qui-Gon’s. He nodded in understanding in with the use of the Force, he gently moved the female off of him and laid her onto the blanket he had been sitting on. He did not rise immediately, but instead, draped his own robe over her form and he let her use his travel pack as a pillow.

His Padawan may be oblivious, but Qui-Gon wasn’t. If that wasn’t love between the unlikely pair, then he would cut off his long hair…

“Master?” the Jedi in training asked, after he had reached the older male’s position.

Qui-Gon smiled reassuringly at him. “I think it is time we have a certain talk, Padawan mine.”

“Certain talk?” he tilted his head, curiosity clearly written on his features.

“Yes, about love and sex.”

There was a slight grimace on Obi-Wan’s features. “Oh?”

Qui-Gon nodded. He leaned his back against a tree, getting as comfortable as possible, with his arms crossed before his chest. Obi-Wan remained upright, and even though he looked unsure, there was also a healthy amount of curiosity and interest in the boy’s ever changing blue-green eyes. The older of the two sometimes asked himself, where the time had gone. Bandomeer and Melida/Daan seemed just like yesterday sometimes.

Obi-Wan’s gaze briefly flickered towards the form on the ground behind him and then back to his Master. Understanding dawned upon him and Qui-Gon was proud for his insight.

“Always remember Padawan, the Code only forbids attachment, not love.” He smiled widely, “Now… if two people, like you and Satine, love each other… there are certain activities they like to do.”

“You mean sex,” Obi-Wan interrupted.

“Indeed,” there was mischief glittering in his midnight blue eyes. “Now listen. I am rather sure that you are aware that a man possesses a penis and a woman, a vagina.”

“Yeah, I figured as much,” Obi-Wan replied dryly, causing his Master to chuckle.

“You already know the basics Padawan, very good.” Obi-Wan snorted at the comment. “There is nothing fancy about sex and nothing disgusting either, i want you to know that Padawan. There are enough people on the galaxy, who things otherwise, but I want you to know that there is nothing embarrassing about it, as I said, it is natural and and a part of life.”

“I understand,” Obi-Wan nodded and not for the first time, was Qui-Gon glad to call such an open-minded being his apprentice. Had Obi-Wan be more like his former Master, things would have been much harder - pun intended - for the both of them.

“It is very important that both partners are ready, my Padawan. Don’t pressure your partner and don’t let yourself be pressured by her… or him.” He raised a challenging eyebrow.

“HER, Master, definitely HER.”

“Fair enough,” he would not have expected Obi-Wan to be attracted to the same gender, but he had just wanted to make sure that Obi-Wan knew that it wouldn’t be the end of the world either. “The act of lovemaking does not always include penetration, my Padawan. There are many ways to achieve satisfaction and pleasure, though the most common IS penetration. And I BEG of you, PLEASE use protection, Obi-Wan.”

The Padawan’s eyes were slightly round and there was a light shade of red on his freckled cheeks. “Yes Master,” yet he did not look away.

Qui-Gon allowed a smile to appear on his features and he reached out to ruffle the ginger hair of his precious student. “You can always come to me and ask questions. Don’t hesitate, Padawan.”

“I won’t,” promised the boy and with an acknowledging look from midnight blue eyes, did he turn around and silently made his way back to the abandoned female. He stopped halfway and hesitantly looked at the older male.

“Go ahead Obi-Wan,” he encouraged.

The Padawan looked at the ground, “Master, did you and Master Tahl ever…” he let the sentence trail off.

A sad smile played on bearded features. “Yes.” And old and faded memory, yet bittersweet all the same.

“I’m sorry,” said the ginger haired teenager and he fully turned around again, not saying another word.

Qui-Gon watched, how his apprentice maneuvered the sleeping female so that her head was resting comfortably on his lap. Obi-Wan seemed content and that was the most important thing. With that last thought, the Jedi Master turned away to give the two young people some privacy, though he doubted that anything more than kissing would be happening in the first place.

Obi-Wan wasn’t sure if it was truly the right time to have this talk. His Padawan was very young, yet he had already gone through so much and there was no doubt in the Jedi Master’s mind that the boy had seen a lot of things that no child should see or experience, EVER. 

A sigh escaped the ginger haired male, but he quickly hid his anxiety behind a well crafted mask, upon the entrance of his relatively new student. 

“Anakin, please take a seat,” he smiled softly at the blond boy, who shyly returned it. The former slave seemed to know, or sense, that something important was about to happen. 

“Anakin,” his tone was serious, “I spoke with the mind healers and they told me that it would be best for you, if you were to speak to someone about your past. Now, you don’t have to talk about everything at once and you don’t have to talk, if you are not ready… yet there IS something that I need to know.”

“Alright…” the boy replied hesitantly.

Obi-Wan took a deep breath. “Now Ani, I am your teacher, but I am also your friend and guardian. I am responsible for your safety and I have and want to, take care of you. You are important to me and… it is not easy for me either, let me tell you…,” he sighed, “but I need to know if there was, at some point in your life… anybody, who made you do something that you did not want.”

“Like making me clean the shop?” the blonde asked.

Obi-Wan grimaced, “Not quite as simple I fear.” He sighed, there was no way to make this easy or nice. “Did anyone ever… touch you?”

For a moment, the younger male blinked, then he deadpanned, “Oh, you mean sex?”

Again, the Jedi Knight grimaced. He should have known that a former slave would have more education in such matters than a child from the temple. “Indeed,” he nodded.

“Well no, but… there was a woman once… she was crying and a man… I pushed him into a wall and the woman ran away.”

Blue-green eyes were round. “Okay Padawan, I want you to listen closely now.” He waited until his charge had nodded. “What that man did, was obviously wrong. He touched and used that woman against her will. It was rape. And there is a huge difference between rape and sex, because sex is supposed to be pleasurable for BOTH partners and it should only be done, when both are ready for it.”

Understanding dawned in the blond’s eye. “So it… usually would not… hurt?” he tilted his head.

“No,” Obi-Wan shook his head frantically, “It is NEVER supposed to hurt, do you understand?”

“Yes,” he answered.

“Good,” he nodded, more to himself than to the young boy sitting in front of him at their kitchen table. “Now, do you have any questions?” 

Obi-Wan found himself sitting at the old table for the rest of the day, answering endless questions and making sure that Anakin understood the difference between love and attachment, rape and sex, as well as protection. It had not been so hard after all - pun definitely intended.

“Master? What is this?” the female Togruta looked confused between the heap of datapads before her and her Master, who was standing in front of her with his arms across her chest. 

“This, Snips, is your new project.”

Ahsoka took one of the datapads hesitantly, she had a bad feeling about this, and checked its content. Surprised, she dropped the device back onto the table. “Master?”

“This is very important Snips, and I want you to read through it. Now I know that it can be uncomfortable for women to talk to men about sexual matters, so if you have any questions that you do not want to ask me or Obi-Wan, contact Padme. I already spoke with her and she would gladly answer every question you have.”

Ahsoka blinked in surprise at the thoughtfulness of her Master. She knew the older Jedi as a reckless and brave man, who acted and thought later. But this was truly thoughtful of him and she found herself admiring him just a little bit more.

“I will Master, thank you,” she eventually said. The Jedi Knight gave her a small smile and turned to leave her to work in privacy.

That hadn’t been hard at all - pun not really intended, but still funny. 

More Things You've Heard At Fencing

•"Wanna fence?“
“Sorry I’m fencing ________ after they’re done fencing __________”

•"you guys wanna hear something funny that happened”
(20 mins later continues talking in a whole new topic until coach yells at you)

•"guys you know _________ who stopped fencing close to a year ago, their stuffs still in the back"
“I call their body cords!”
“Dibs on the knickers”

•"I forgot my fencing shoes*
“Just borrow ________”

•"hey so what time are you staying till?…“
“Want me to drive you home?”

•"you know why class today feels so great?“
"Cuz ______ isn’t here”
“That is so true!”

•"wanna fence?“
"Sorry they want me to ref their bout”

•"guys it’s past _____ we should probably start warming up”
“Nah it’s ok coach hasn’t noticed yet so-”
“Why aren’t you guys warming up”

•"shit coach is coming act like your doing something"

•"what’s the score?“
“I have no idea”

•"wanna go to 15?“
"Can we actually go to five?”
“….sure” *internally* you lazy mother fucker

•*tip flys out of barrel*
“Everyone on the ground, start searching”

•"you forgot to connect your mask clip”
“Whoops my bad”

•"yea I can eat this pizza before practice it’ll be fine"

•"why do you wear your long socks during practice?“

•*comes home from fencing*
Parent: “Jesus Christ you smell like club”

•"wait why are you hooking up with ________ you said you were gonna fence me!“
"Oh yea my bad”

•"wait what was the score again?“
“Should we start over?”
“Ugh yea, I guess”

Road to Ruin [Chapter 6] Reader

Pairing: Jackson Wang x Reader
Rating: Somewhere between R and NC-17 I suppose
Synopsis: As the tension between the two best friends reaches an all-time high, Jackson concocts a plan to overcome it and move forward with his “fake girlfriend plan.” Cue a little test drive.
Author’s Note: I banged this out really quick and I’m so proud. Wow. I got really inspired and plus, I’m about to house-sit for a few days and my best friend’s wifi is so shady. So I knew I had to do this while I had the reliable connection. Hope you guys enjoy! Don’t be shy to drop into my inbox and let me know! Gif credit goes here.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

“Be honest with me: Was that the first time one of your friends said something about me?”

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anonymous asked:

DAD!!! Hi I love you and your writing so much. So can we have the au where yoongs is madly in love with tae but he’s scared of commitment so he breaks the boy’s heart. Fast forward a couple of years he gets an invite to tae’s wedding but he knows he’s too deeply in love and that tae doesn’t want to get married so he stops the wedding. Do whatever you want with the ending, just give me those taegi feels pls

I hope you don’t mind i changed just a bit of it! i was already done before i read you wanted yoongi to stop the wedding so um yeah pls forgive me T_T


“We were just stupid kids in love.”  

Those are the first words Hoseok hears Yoongi speak in hours.

It’s late, hours passed midnight, and they lay across from each other on Yoongi’s couches in his apartment with the too big windows and a crack in the roof. There’s a bottle of Jack Daniels on the table between them, emptier than it was when Hoseok had first pulled it out, and Yoongi sounds as if someone just ripped his entire heart out only to stomp on it right in front of him.


Hoseok really doesn’t need to ask but some part of him needs to know. Some part of him aches to know why Yoongi had fallen to his knees and puked up his feelings the moment he’d opened the maroon envelope that had arrived that morning.

“Tae- He,” Yoongi hasn’t said his name in years and it’s clear int he way he struggles to get his words out. “He- I was seventeen when I met him.”

“How old was he?”

There’s a pause. Yoongi is no longer in the room with Hoseok. Sure, his body still lays there on the couch across from him but Hoseok knows. Yoongi may still be there pysically but his mind and heart are years in the past.

“He was fifteen.” Another pause, this time for Yoongi to light a cigarette before looking at it and dropping it back into an ashtray on the floor. “He was fifteen and shone in a way the sun wished it could.”

“Tell me about him some more?”


Almost too cliche, that’s the way Yoongi would describe meeting Kim Taehyung.

It was almost too cliche the way no one was supposed to be under the bleachers during classes but Yoongi had been. It was almost like some badly written fanfic with too much angst and not enough smut. Yoongi had just been wanting to smoke some fucking cigarettes he’d stolen out of his mother’s bag and pretend he wasn’t failing English when a too loud voice had broken his moment of peace.


It was almost too following of some romantic movie plotline, of course, Yoongi’s heart skipped beats the moment his eyes landed on the boy shouting at him.


“He was too loud, always yelling even when we were right beside each other.” Yoongi actually chuckles yet, the sound echoes too brokenly in Hoseok’s ears.  “I would always have to tell him to shut up and he’d always tell me to take the stick out of my ass.”

Hoseok snorts and pours himself another shot.

“What’d he look like?”

“Beautiful.” Yoongi’s voice hitches. “His hair was always messy and too long but he would never cut it too short because he said he loved the way I would push it out of his face when we were together. His lips were always pink and soft, with a mole on the upper lip that he said was his best friend.”

Almost too cliche, it starts to rain outside.

“His eyes,” It’s almost as if Hosoek can hear his best friend’s heart rebreaking. “His eyes were wide, almost like a doll. They were so full of life and wants and hopes and dreams. The first time I kissed him he kept them open because he said he wanted to remember the way I looked while it happened.”


“Yah you fucking brat don’t you know you’re supposed to close your eyes when someone kisses you!”


Of course, they fell for each other. It was as if it was written in the stars, Yoongi and Taehyung were meant to fall for each other because what else was supposed to happen? All those times they would skip classes together to sit under the bleachers, with Taehyung yelling at him for smoking. All the times Taehyung would lean on him with his head on Yoongi’s shoulder while they talked about bunnies on the moon at night after sneaking out of their homes to meet each other. All the weeks spent holding hands without even realizing it.

Of course, they fell for each other and of course, Yoongi would kiss Taehyung.



“So you really loved him huh?”

It’s a stupid question. Hoseok knows it.

Of course, Yoongi loved him. There was no other way to explain the way he’d crumbled into a shell of haunting memories the moment he read the words on the card inside the maroon envelope. Of course, Yoongi’s heart was written for this boy, now a man with the years that have passed, there was no other way to explain the way Yoongi had stared at the maroon envelope as if it carried some horror story he’d only had nightmares about.


The answer shocks Hoseok.


“No… or maybe I did,” Yoongi sighs. “I was scared and I guess if you really love someone you don’t run when you’re scared. You don’t purposely break someone you love when you’re scared.”

“How did you break him?”


Yoongi can still remember the way the light in Taehyung’s eyes died.

Afterall, that’s not something so easy to forget.

“Y-Yoonie? W-What’s going o-on?”

Taehyung had looked so hurt. The younger boy had looked so fucking destroyed as he took in the scene on Yoongi’s bed. There had been nothing that looked more painful than the way Taehyung had looked as he walked into Yoongi’s bedroom, just to see the elder half naked in bed with some boy he couldn’t even remember.

Of course, Yoongi would fuck it up.

“What does it look like? I’m about to get fucked.”

It’s around then when Taehyung had begun to shake. He’d wrapped his own arms around himself and held himself as if his arms could stop the wounds that appeared with Yoongi’s words and it fucking hurt. It tore Yoongi apart with want to replace those arms with his own.

“W-Why? W-we talked ab-bout m-marriage and-”

Yoongi had been a coward.

“What? You didn’t really think I meant all that love bullshit, did you? C’mon Taehyung we’re fucking teenagers! Why the fuck would I want to commit myself now and settle down? Don’t be dumb.”


Yoongi is crying.

Hoseok doesn’t need to turn around and look at his friend to know it. He can hear the way Yoongi bites his lips as he tries to keep in the small hiccups that come with his tears.

It hurts Yoongi, he knows it, still, he picks up the maroon envelope, pulls out the fancy white card and reads out loud.

“Dear Min Yoongi and Guest. You are formally invited to attend the bringing together of Kim Taehyung and Kim Jongin in holy matrimony on the day of October thirty-first, two thousand seventeen. We hope you are able to join us on this journey and are here to wish us the best.”

Of course, it’s cliche.

Yoongi drinks too much to try and drown the pain of knowing in just an hour the only boy he’s ever given his soul to fully will be someone else’s. Has been someone else’s for years. He sits on the seat that holds his name card and thinks Taehyung might have turned spiteful because it’s in the very front where he won’t be able to miss the vows even if he wanted to.

It’s cliche.

The moment the wedding begins Kim Jongin stands at the altar and looks like everything Yoongi wasn’t as a teen. The man is handsome and he smiles a grin that is so sure of what he wants and it’s obvious that is Taehyung.

It’s cliche.

Yoongi’s heart still skips beats the moment his eyes land on Kim Taehyung.

It’s too much like a movie, Yoongi takes one look at Taehyung in his white and gold suit as he walks down the aisle and feels everything he’s ever felt for the boy spilled into his throat to slowly choke him.

It’s just too much.

“I, Kim Jongin take you Kim Taehyung to be my lawfully wedded husband. For better or for poor, in sickness and in health, til death do us part.”

It’s too much.

“I, Kim Taehyung take you Min Yoongi-”

It’s almost  like a soap opera. Taehyung and Yoongi’s eyes lock while the entire wedding party gasps and they have a conversation that speaks thousands, without words.

“I’m not scared anymore, please be mine again.”

Yoongi’s eyes scream.

“I’ve always been yours.”

Taehyung’s own eyes respond. 

It’s all Yoongi needs to jump up from his seat and lock his fingers with the younger’s before running down the aisle and out the fancy hotel ballroom.

Shadowhunters 2x10 - Vic Talks

Okay, I finally get to write this. I think I really need to put down my thoughts. Here we go.

Oh. My. Fucking. God. It was so good, I’m still not over it. I’m especially happy about the positivity in the fandom after the last weeks of tension and dissatisfaction. There were so many aspects that were great and this really showed me why I love the show in the first place. This is what I’m talking ‘bout, guys. This is one of my favorite shows and the best episode of 2A. And here’s why:

Caring. So much fucking caring. The best brought out in our characters.

There’s Clary who was willing to die to save the Downworld. Clary who cares so much about Simon and just wants to know him safe. Her feeling guilty because she could destroy the Downworld and Simon being kidnapped to use as a bait for her. Clary fighting. Clary caring for Jace and wanting to make sure he’s okay. Clary being happy with Simon. Clary being with Luke after he was hurt. Clary being a sweet and supportive friend to Magnus and KNOWING he was worried about Alec without him even saying a word. There are moments when I really don’t like Clary, but this episode showed me that she’s a great main character.

Jace. My poor little Jace. Him being worried about Alec and just wantig to get to him as quickly as possible. Him and Luke talking, Jace being understanding to Luke’s pain about losing his parabatai, Jace wanting to protect Luke from Maia. Jace giving Simon his blood and even shedding a tear and turning him into a Daylighter. Jace and Simon talking and budding around. Jace being ready to die because he believes it could destroy the sword and save the Downworld - fuck you Valentine. Jace feeling so, so guilty for having caused all those deaths and feeling guilty about causing his parabatai pain. Jace fighting Valentine but sparing his life. Jace finding out Clary is not his sister but not telling her because he sees her with Simon and he sees that she’s happy with him and he doesn’t want to interfer with their happiness. (But really, which part of Climon is he after? JIMON RISE!)

Simon, by precious son. At first seemingly trying to talk some sense into Valentine and then insulting him - that’s my boy! Simon not wanting to take Jace’s blood. Simon covered in blood but still looking freaking adorable. Him kicking ass. Him and Jace talking and starting anew on a more peaceful level. Him saving Clary and the Downworld by pushing the Big Bad. His grief over the deaths. His freaking reaction when he realizes the sunlight can’t hurt him. Him being worried about Luke but his happiness still can’t be dampened. Him showing Clary he can be in the sunlight and the beautiful laugh when he walks down the stairs. Him and Clary being happy even though I still don’t know what to think of Climon.

Izzy, my queen. At first, I was a little pissed at her when she told Raphael to turn her phone off because she didn’t want to talk to Alec. But her coming to her senses when she realizes that Alec needs her help. Her coming to the rescue - all for Alec (fuck you, Aldertree) - being as badass as before. Her apologizing to Alec while he instantly forgives her. Izzy leaving Raphael because she knows this has to be over and I also believe it’s because Raphael didn’t tell her Alec needed her and she almost lost her big brother thanks to him. Just … Izzy finally starting to step up and being okay again.

Maia being the strong, secure, beautiful love of my life. My poor sweetheart. I hope they’ll fucking treat her better. Her wanting to do the right thing for her pack and wanting to survive. Her being mad at Luke for picking Shadowhunters over their pack, their family but her starting to make amends with Luke and in the end trusting him when he promises that Jace didn’t betray them. Just Maia.

Raphael being canonically ASEXUAL! Fuck yes! It makes me very happy as I’m asexual myself and people try to tell me it doesn’t exist and now there is an ace character on TV! What a time to be alive! Also Raphael trying to make sure his Clan is safe even though I hate him going against Magnus - I’m just blaiming this on his addiction and stuff. I’m so glad he’s alive, I thought he died too. I really wanna know what’ll happen to him in the future and how they’ll redeem the relationship between Magnus and Raphael.

Luke. Luke being the awesome man he is. Luke being concerned for the Downworld but also Clary. Luke’s backstory with Valentine betraying him! Luke knowing he treated Maia wrong (but still doing it!) and then starting to make amends with her. Luke telling her the pack needs her. The bonding between Luke and Maia is looking a little better here! Luke attacking Valentine and getting hurt. Luke being betrayed by Valentine again but being saved! Clary sitting with Luke to make sure he’s okay.

Madzie! The sweetest. Poor sweetheart, I’ll never forgive Valentine for this. This poor child being manipulated into doing things. She’ll be guilt ridden and probably traumatized when she’s older. BUT! Her throwing Alec into the elevator before killing the other Shadowhunters because she doesn’t want to hurt him! I’m so weak. Her trusting Magnus and going with him. I really wanna know what happens to her in the future. I still want Malec to adopt her but I know that probably won’t happen.

Also MELIORN! I was so scared when He was stabbed but he seems to be okay? I hope? I don’t want him to die, he’s awesome.

Valentine is still an asshole. And he’ll be one forever. Just like Aldertree. Even though we got some insight on his tragic past, I still hate him. Because even though he said he fell in love with a Downworlder once, he still put himself above them like he was some superior thing. I’m so happy for Alec calling out his bullshit and proving him wrong - shadowhunters and downworlders together can’t work out my ass! Oh oh and that cameo at the end? Was that Sebastian? I don’t know but I’m excited!

And last but not least - the most important part: Alec, Magnus and Malec. Alec being worried about the Downworld. Alec being a leader and a badass fighter even with a sword. ALEC IN A THIGH HOLSTER! Him being worried about Madzie! Him treating Aldertree like the asshole he is. Alec forgiving Izzy and being glad to see her and HOLDING HER! Magnus being worried about Alec and not caring what happens to himself. Magnus being so sweet with Madzie and making her feel safer through showing her his own warlock mark. Magnus protecting her. This heartbreaking reaction we get from Alec once he realizes the Soul Sword has been activated and his first question being “Where is Magnus?” and that little “oh god” when he realizes his boyfriend could be dead and then he disappears to look for him. Which brings me to something that really broke my heart: the soul sword was activated in the night. Alec left the building when it was daytime. That means he spent all night running through the institute looking for Magnus and probably praying he wouldn’t find his corpse in his stead. He probably never stopped. Then he leaves the institute and looks around, looking for Magnus and you can see the defeat gripping him. He doesn’t know where else to look and the hope his boyfriend could be alive starts to be replaced by the fear of the opposite. Then we hear Magnus run up to him - run! He went through the same fear as Alec. Alec turning around and realizing in this split second that it’s Magnus and that he’s alive and safe. And Alec fucking slams into Magnus and holds onto him so tightly and squishes his face into Magnus’s shoulder. Alec being out of breath and the relief in his voice. Then Magnus talks about Madzie and though Alec is relieved about that too, he quickly makes Magnus understand that he’s the only one that matters to Alec right now. Alec breathlessly telling Magnus he was scared and never felt like this before. Magnus confessing he feels the same. And then of course the “I love you”. I think the conversation with Aldertree and the fear of losing Magnus caused Alec to realize his feelings and made him confess them. Then there’s the surprise on Magnus’s face that broke my heart a little. He can’t believe another person cares about him like that let alone love him because no-one did. But then there’s this Shadowhunter, Alec “Emotions are a distraction” Lightwood confessing his love and of course Magnus feels the same and tells him so. Then the kiss. Alec gripping Magnus’s shoulder so tightly. Magnus’s hand getting caught on Alec’s jacket while the other runs up his arm before resting on his shoulder. The forehead touch and the little nose nudge. It’s right there! Their hair touching! Magnus’s smile and the way his jaw clenches. The second hug. Them gripping each other so tightly and it basically speaks all the words they left unspoken. The moment was so pure and beautiful and Jesus Christ, I’m so fucking weak. Magnus with his eyes shut and a thumb rubbing over Alec’s shoulder, Alec looking close to tears and burying his nose in Magnus’s shoulder while he tries to hold him as tight as possible. WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE!

So yeah, I freaking loved this episode. It’s finally doing this show justice. I’m really excited for 2B. I’m so happy that I’ve been reminded why I love this show so much. I think I’ll just rewatch this episode again and again for the next three months.

That would be it for now! Vic is out! 

Colorism in black men can be so bad…I’m on the phone with my dude and he asked me what my dream girl is. I tell em my “vision” straight up based on personality. Mind you I never mentioned skin tone. He dead ass came out his mouth and said “ever since I was little I had the vision that if she don’t look like this:(sends me some pic of an Armenian looking model and honestly she got a bird nose, fake contacts, and she a duck to me straight up lol). So I ask him if a dark skin woman was to have all the qualities he preferred would he marry her.

He goes “date maybe and I said date”

So I then blasted his phone with hella gorgeous dark skin women like out of everybody league and asked again. “If they were your dream girl but dark skin, would you marry her” he replied with the same “ever since I was a kid I liked light skin women, it’s not a race thing…”

NIGGA. You dead can’t persuade that mentality. In terms of people like him, you just gotta chock that person up as a loss relationship wise cause that’s such a fucked mindset…

I always noticed his type and the girls he talked to but damn…that shit hurt being my homie since elementary, he fail the brown paper bag test, and he still has that mindset…

To top it all off I asked him, what if his daughter was dark skin? He replied: “she won’t be, her mom’s gonna be light skin”… I can’t…

And we still talkin bout this like dead ass. It’s to the point that he doesn’t see why he sounds fucked up.

anonymous asked:

your imagine today was HOTT!!! but it didn't exactly fit with the prompt/ seemed to be more about claire having a good time not jamie? which is fine but maybe a stretch. dont take it the wrong way though i loved it!!

Well first off, glad you liked it, in the end! 

Re: the prompt selection. Anon’s wording was:  

“What if Claire made Jamie’s first time amazing?” 

Point me to any part of their encounter that wasn’t an amazing experience for Jamie, and we can talk! 

Originally posted by anoutlandishidea

But if you’d like my rationale: Claire made his first time amazing by showing him that your female partner enjoying herself is more than half the fun and is pretty bloody hot in and of itself. I think that’s a point of view that needs more attention in media, so that’s why I used this prompt for this section of Hail Mary. 

OH, and this is a great point to share that when it was still in the drafts, I had a bout of silliness and put this gif in: 

“What if Claire made Jamie’s first time amazing?”




Lyrics That Remind Me Of:

El Diablo

Mirror by Lil Wayne ft. Bruno Mars:

Mirror on the wall, here we are again 
Through my rise and fall 
You’ve been my only friend 
You told me that they can understand the man I am
So why are we here talking to each other again?

Things We Lost In the Fire by Bastille:

Things we lost to the flames
Things we’ll never see again
All that we’ve amassed
Sits before us, shattered into ash

Harley Quinn:

Need Ur Luv by Charli XCX:

Boy, you really messed around
Put me six feet underground
Always kick me when I’m down
But I’m still driving through your town
Try to fake it, I can’t take it
Boy you trapped my heart
I can’t shake it, ‘bout to break into a hundred million parts

I need your love
I need it even when it hurts me
I won’t give up
I won’t give up, so come and get me

I Started A Joke by Bee Gees:

I started a joke which started the whole world crying
But I didn’t see that the joke was on me oh no
I started to cry which started the whole world laughing
Oh If I’d only seen that the joke was on me


Control by Halsey:

And all the kids cried out,
“Please stop, you’re scaring me.”
I can’t help this awful energy
Goddamn right, you should be scared of me
Who is in control?

Bad Boys by Inner Circle:

Bad boys, bad boys
What'cha gonna do?
What'cha gonna do when they come for you? 

Killer Croc:

Who Says by Selena Gomez: (He secretly loves this song)

Who says, who says you’re not perfect?
Who says you’re not worth it?
Who says you’re the only one that’s hurtin’?
Trust me, that’s the price of beauty
Who says you’re not pretty?
Who says you’re not beautiful?
Who says?

The First Day of My SATURN RETURN

People seem to disagree on when your Saturn Return actually happens. Does it start when Saturn goes into your sign? Or does it start when transit Saturn actually conjuncts your natal Saturn?

I’m going to be a Libra about it, and ease your struggles: 

It’s both. 


You see, when Saturn enters a sign, we enter a new consciousness as a people. 

{Saturn entered SAGITTARIUS and we all felt like if we played too hard, and didn’t work, we would miss out on the dollars, all the recognition, and all the good times to be had when we were dead.

Saturn entered CAPRICORN and we couldn’t remember the last time we felt so powerless. Everything was going well in our clouded minds, and now it’s all fucking gone. You can’t even work for it. Bubble burst. 

Saturn entered AQUARIUS and we were feeling pretty fucking good about ourselves. Getting away with murder, but then getting upset that no one noticed. 

Saturn entered PISCES and delusion, fear and panic swept the world. 

Saturn entered ARIES, and we were all like, “Who the fuck am I?” “Why am I a democrat?” “Do I smell like cherries?" 

Saturn entered TAURUS and our stability was taken away. My mom left my dad for a year. We moved. I was young, but I’m still dealing with the aftermath of that. 

Saturn entered GEMINI, and people were talking. Talking bout people. I hear them whisper. You won’t believe it. 

Saturn entered CANCER, family drama either forced us together or apart. Divorce. Abandonment. Sadness. Emotional repression. I for one, realized that I was more than my family, but it was also my "Saturn Trine”, so it did wonders for my growth, unlike my square with Saturn in Leo:

Saturn entered LEO, and we all dealt with ego issues. I remember those years, they were awful. From feeling invincible, to being shot down by every living person. Your own self worth is diminished so that you might build something real from the ashes. 

Saturn entered VIRGO, and we were forced to let go of the dreams we’ve had for our lives, and focus on the day to day suckiness of actual existence. I swear, even though these years were easier than Leo, I was so bored, and never felt like a Lion. But I did lose my virginity. So that’s good. (Virgo=Virgin [no more])

Saturn entered LIBRA, and we all had to reevaluate our relationships. I got married, because well, I will have to quote Harry Burns: “When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.”

Saturn enters SCORPIO. People start dying. Chaos ensues. Everybody panics. And here we will start my story.}

I started feeling the pressure of my Saturn Return, the moment Saturn went into Scorpio. The day it happened I actually cheered, because it was no longer conjuncting my SUN. Then I freaked out, because I was so scared of what it was going to mean for my life. Saturn Return has so much stigma around it, and it’s scary to even read about. 

Transformation? Ew. 

Change? Gross. 

Hardships and Loss? Welcome to my life, I thought that part was over already. 

Apparently not. 

I would be lying if I didn’t say that immediately life got harder in the area that life has always been hard for me. 

My Saturn is in Scorpio, in the 8th house.

When it first entered Scorpio, it was still in my 7th house. So it continued to test my relationship with my husband. It brought in outside forces to fuck with us. I even had to get a lawyer (7th house stuff). I was thrilled when it finally entered my 8th house. 

-Until I realized how much money I spent on the lawyer. (The 8th house is other people’s money, and being plagued by poor relations.) 

-Until someone I helped out during a tough time, started publicly trying to dismiss me as a bully for personal gain. (The 8th house is gossip, and bad blood being spread.) 

-Until so many people I had loved, had died. (The 8th house is death.) 

-Until I realized that I didn’t feel loved unless I was getting sex everyday. (The 8th house is Sex.) 

So have I been going through my Saturn Return these last couple years? ABSO-fucking-LUTELY. 

BUT, today was different.

Today I felt anxiety and fear like no other. Today I had my sister cut my hair, because all at once, after ten years, it felt too heavy for my head. Today I looked at the calendar and realized that Saturn had finally moved in to conjunction territory. 

This was it. I was feeling the pressures. And I wanted to hide. But seriously, I was forced to be out and about. See people. Read charts. Meet with strangers. Collab. Help a friend out. 

Today was kinda my worst nightmare. But it’s over now and tomorrow is new and fresh with it’s own anxieties. And for the the next two weeks I will be living in my exact Saturn Return. 

But I must add, with all those setbacks, do you know how much good has happened in the last couple years?

-My YouTube channel grew from 400-30,000 subscribers.

-Due to lack of money, I was forced to make a career out of reading charts, which I never would have done on my own. 

-I became a more complete and confident human being. 

-I gave birth to a new entity. A human entity.  

-I made so many great connections. with so many beautiful and like-minded individuals. 

-I found my path and my purpose. 

Saturn Returns are seriously the shit. And I can’t wait to tell you more about what I uncover while Saturn hits home for the the first time in my life. 

To Be Continued…


When you’re on a team with the Hulk and Thor
And we’re all up there on the movie screen,
Will the people believe that I’m not quite as tough?
Will anyone even notice me?

But listen I’ve got powers too, they’re pretty sweet.
I promise I can do so much more than just archery.

I’m serious guys.
I’ve got a collection of scarves and berets.
I play trombone in a ska band.
I once got to second base on my Tinder date.
And my cat has got its own Instagram.

I tell you now
I kick ass at Mario Kart.
This year I played an extra in Paul Blart.
I can open a pickle jar.
I’m friggin’ Hawkeye.
Maybe I’m as super as they are.

So maybe I still haven’t lost my virginity.
But when I bowl I always score at least 70, after six beers

Yes I know ‘bout Captain America’s strength.
Hulk becomes a towering man.
But I got seventh place in my fantasy league.
And I once butt-dialed Jean-Claude Van Damme.

When I go to Chipotle I get free guac.
I flirt with the cashier and she says I rock.
I own water-resistant socks.
I’m friggin’ Hawkeye.

Maybe I’m as super as they are.

Maybe I’m as super as they are.
Maybe I’m as super as they are. 

okay why aren't we talking about this?

Crumbled Papers Ironing (highschool au!)

(For the amazing inky-blue, and to us all garenai shippers! Stay strong yo!)
First year Nai was feeling a little weird inside. Just a little, and the feeling was like when he crumpled a piece of paper between his fingers, or like when a rose petal died and shrinked and started to smell.
He noticed that it appeared whenever he tried to talk to his good friend, Gareki, from third year, but couldn’t because of all the girls that kept trying to steal his attention away, waving their short skirts around, laughing way too loud at whatever excuse to leave the older tried to make.
Why were they even friends? Simple, Gareki had saved him the very first day of class. Some really tall, intimidating guys had confused him for a girl, Nai supposed, and were trying to get a date from him. It wasn’t the first time it happened ,but Karoku, his step brother, had always been around to help him out. However, Karoku was now away in college, and Nai remembered his heart buzzing inside his chest, and that horrible defenseless feeling… Until a long shadow hid him, and the guy behind it sent those punks to hell.
From that very moment, Nai decided he wanted to be like him one day, and fully admitted his admiration towards him. It was just that he was so corageous, so defying, so self reliant…! He was amazing, and Nai never failed to tell him so every chance he got.
So, now that he was sitting next to Yogi and Tsukumo, a couple of siblings that were Gareki’s cousins, with his caramel red eyes glued on the tallest one, he couldn’t help but to feel yet another paper crumbling inside of him.
“Is there something wrong, Nai?”, Tsukumo asked, her slight french accent slipping between her words, as she accomodated her eating utensils with her usual straight face on.
“Why is Gareki always ‘round girls…?”, the boy asked, his spirits a little down.
“Well, ‘ts not like he wants it.”, Yogi interjected, looking at the same direction as him, his accent less obvious than his sister’s.
“No?”, Nai’s eyes opened bigger with realization. Now that he said it, he noticed how Gareki did look more than just a bit annoyed, and how he tried to walk back to the table without dropping his meal. The paper inside him was starting to unwrinkle.
“Yeah! Like, you know, when guys surround you, askin’ you out?”, the blonde kept on explaining, as he stuffed his mouth with mashed potatoes.
“But those girls want to date Gareki!”, the younger one said, indignant, “Those guys are just friendly!”
The siblings exchanged a look, rolling their eyes at his naiveness.
“Well, maybe Gareki would do well with a partner.”, the only girl in the group let out, after tapping her lips with a paper handkerchief, her clear eyes darting back to the albino. “Don’t you think?”
“But… With one of those girls?”, he said, insecure, “Don’t think they are good enough for him…”, it came out mumbled, as if he was unsure to voice that particular thought.
“But what if G really wants a partner, hm?”, the oldest guy insisted, bending forward and placing his chin on his hand.”Like, right now?”
“Hmmm…”, the boy pressed his lips togheter, a small frown forming between his eyebrows. “You are right… Wait! I got an idea!”
“‘Bout what, stupid animal?”, Gareki’s deeper voice reached Nai’s ears before he saw him sitting in front of him.
“Gareki, you made it back!”, he gleefuly replied, a toothy smile lighting his eyes.
“Of course, why wouldn’t I…?”
“We were talking,” Tsukumo interrupted him with her eyes still fixated on her food, “About your romantic-life.”
“Mine?!”, Gareki sounded surprised.
“Oh yeah!”, Nai started, “I remember now! See, I got the solution.”
“What for…?”
“For your dating problem!”, Nai’s eyes opened with excitement, “See, we think those girls aren’t… um, that good for you…” ‘with those loud voices and mean jokes!’ a voice finished for him in his mind, “So, until you find a nice one, I though you could date me, instead!”, he concluded, proudly,
While the siblings exchanged yet another look, and perhaps a hidden laugh, Gareki’s eyes grew wide with even more surprise, and his face took a crimson tint. He swallowed, speechless, as Nai just sat there, staring at him with an expectant look.
“Uh…”, he finally let out, his voice sounding a little dizzy, “Uh, sure, okay…”
“Great!”, the boy nodded.
“So… uh, I was going to go to the market tomorrow… Wanna tag along?”, Gareki awkwardly asked, as he toyed around with his plastic fork.
“Sure!”, Nai was quick to reply. “Tomorrow, at like five?”
“Yeah!”, he nodded big, “It’s a date!”

  • thalia: OKay Cal, whats up with you?
  • Annabeth: This is serriously getting out of hand
  • Piper: Its okay to admit that you feel sorry for him
  • Reyna: You can't keep lying to us forever
  • Calypso: What in Atlas' red tit are you talking bout??
  • The rest of the girls: LEO!
  • Thalia: Why are you still dating him?
  • Piper: aren't you always going on bout how much he annoys you
  • Annabeth: Look. we get it hes easy to feel sorry for
  • Reyna: But you're still you're own-
  • Calypso: Are you four done yet??
  • Reyna: But what has he done for you?
  • Calypso: Hmmmm, lets see here. He protects me. Did something no half blood has ever done including your percy Jackson. he has a plan with me in his life and he will see it though. he dosen't get jealous and just wants me to be happy. oh and he also fixes my garden. Do i need to add anything else?
  • The rest: shakes their heads
  • Calypso: Oh an another thing. Just cause I get a bit annoyed at him dosen't mean i don't love him. Annabeth and Percy fought all the time and no one shits on her for it. its common for couples to fight. its just the fact of being in love. and at least I didn't fall in love with false memories like car thief over there.
  • Piper: *offended gasp*
  • Calypso: I think we're done here. leave me alone
  • The rest of the girls walk away
  • Piper: She's...
  • Annabeth: Good
  • Reyna: she has us beat on all sides
  • Thalia: Ugh Why her of all people
  • Jason and Hazel: *wearing caleo ftw shirts* What are you four doing
  • Piper: *Glares*
  • Annabeth: Oh gods
  • Jason: What?
  • Piper: Nothing
🎄First present.

🔅Request: Hi hi!! I was wondering if I could get an imagine where the group are at the prison and y/n is the only one who keeps track of the days/dates and she decides to put up a Christmas tree and decorations for all the younger kids without the rest of the group knowing- and Daryl catches her in the act and helps her with the tree/decorations. Maybe she could also give him a present on Christmas Day? Thank you! You’re a great writer xx🔅

 🎄Note: Merry Christmas, guys! Have a wonderful day with your loved ones! I hope you get all the love and joy you deserve, I love you, guys!🎄

 (I hope you like it!)

The countdown was over, she finally crossed out the little square that belonged to December 24th in the dusty calendar she kept since the beginning. No one seemed to care what day it was, they only cared they were alive to see a new one.
(Y/N) got out of bed with a happy face and a lot of energy, hugging and smiling at everyone, she had always been a Christmas enthusiast and the apocalypse wasn’t going to change that.
-Good morning! —she greeted with a loud voice. Everyone, who were sitting on a table having breakfast, gave her a strange look.
-Morning. —Carol giggled.
-Isn’t it a wonderful day? —(Y/N) asked as she took a bowl to fill with food.
-It’s a cold day, that’s what I know. —Rick said, unaware of the date. —And it’s the day when we’re gonna explore farther away, Daryl said he saw a mall a few miles away from the store where we were last week.
-Yeah, that too. —she took a seat next to Carol.
-We can’t take a large group as we did last week. —Rick asked.
-I’ll go. —Daryl volunteered with a hoarse voice, he was leaning on the wall behind their table.
-I’ll go with him! —(Y/N) said with her same enthusiastic tone.
-Are you sure? —Rick asked. —(Y/N), I know you’ve done it before but this time is too far away, it’s too risky.
-I can do it. —she smiled. The leader nodded and then went back to finish his breakfast.

A few minutes later she walked out of the prison with her empty backpack, her gun and knife were packed in her pants. Daryl was preparing his bike.
-Are you ready? —she smiled widely when she arrived to him.
-The hell yer so happy ‘bout? —he asked.
-Why shouldn’t I be happy? —she said with the same smile. He didn’t answer, instead, he climbed on his bike and let a little spot behind him for her to take.

They were down the road, leaving the prison behind. (Y/N) recognized the store from last week and knew that there were still a few miles to go. At the distance, they could see a big construction, it was the mall that Rick talked about. When they finally arrived, Daryl stopped his bike and she got off it.
-What do we look for first? —(Y/N) wondered when she saw the large building.
-Food. —he grunted. They walked through the doors and saw the multiple stores that filled the mall, there were clothing shops, jewelry shops, shoe shops, electronic devices shops, and any kind of shops that they could think of. But, with all those shops came also a lot of walkers and the sound of their footsteps called them.
Daryl raised his crossbow and shot as many as he could while (Y/N) only used her knife.
-I’ll go upstairs. —she announced when all the walkers that approached them were already dead.
-Nah, —he held her arm with his large hand to stop her. —could be more up there.
She knew he was right, so she walked with him to the nearest shop. It was an department store, it was like Daryl and (Y/N) were opening the door to paradise. The restaurant was at their right and there were a few pieces of clothing next to the jewelry apartment. It was beautiful for (Y/N), back in the day, she loved to be dressed up and to buy these kinds of pretty things for her loved ones, now she wore dirty ripped clothes and her loved ones were all gone. She saw a necklace with a blue diamond, it reminded her of her mom, she had a blue diamond ring that shined with her blue eyes. For a second, (Y/N) stood there while she allowed the pain to overcome her body.
-I’ll see if there’s some food in there. —Daryl broke the silence, he pointed at the restaurant.
-Sure, —she jumped out of her trance. —I will check if we can use some of this.
Daryl nodded at her and then walked inside the restaurant. She was looking through the books and magazines that filled the shelves, the little kids needed to know things weren’t like they used to, but (Y/N) always wanted to keep them away from the horrors of the outside, so she packed a few books inside her bag for them. While she thought about the humane things, Daryl was thinking of the most primal thing: aliment. He opened the fridges and took everything that didn’t smell like a corpse and shoved it inside his bag, there were also bottles of water and frozen bags of vegetables.
-Daryl! —he heard her yelling. —Daryl!
He threw everything away and grabbed his crossbow. He ran across the restaurant and all they way through the store following her screams until he found her.
She turned around to find Daryl pointing his crossbow at her.
-Look what I found! —she said with her usual wide smile as she held spheres, tinsel and any kind of Christmas ornaments. Daryl lowered his crossbow and looked at her with anger in his eyes. —Isn’t it cool?
-The hell do you want this shit for? —he asked violently.
-It’s December 24th.
-How d'ya know?
-I have a calendar, I counted the days and, —she made a pause. —I think we should have a Christmas celebration.
-Are ya fuckin’ crazy? —he yelled. —We don’t need this shit, you’ve seen how it’s out there, ain’t like before.
-I have, —she said. —but the kids haven’t, and we should do this for them. Carl, Judith, Beth, they should have this.
After a moment in silence and deep thinking, Daryl finally said:
-You get that shit, I’ll go for the food I found.
(Y/N) jumped and clapped in joy, she grabbed everything she found and put it inside her backpack. Daryl took what he could and walked with her to the exit of the mall.
He got on his bike and made her a sign for her to do it too, but she didn’t.
-We should take that too. —she said, pointing her finger at one of the small pines that decorated the mall’s front door.
-We can’t carry it.
-Yes, we can, I can hold it as you drive.
-Please. —she begged him. He looked at her eyes and realized that he would do anything she asked him, she just had to say something and he would get off his bike, grab his crossbow and go get it. She handed him and ax.
-Motherfucker’s tough. —he said as he chopped it off.
-That’s what I always say about you. —she joked. When the tree was already on the floor, (Y/N) pulled it to the bike.
Daryl drove as she held the tree, it wasn’t too heavy but she still have to used her hands and feet to grab it.
They arrived to the prison with their new purchases. Both of them carried the tree to the inside and placed it in their cell block.
-Aren’t you gonna help me decor it? —she asked when Daryl started to walk away. He nodded and went back to her.
They pulled the ornaments out of the bag and started to hang them on the tree.
-What the hell is this?
-It’s a reindeer. —she answer between giggles.
-It’s fuckin’ ugly.
-No, it’s not, it’s cute. —(Y/N) laughed again. —Just hang it there.
Even if he didn’t want to admit it, he was having fun. It was the first Christmas he put on a tree and the first Christmas he felt someone cared for him.
-Can you put this star on the top? —(Y/N) asked him with a smile. —I can’t reach it.
-Yeah. —he took the star and placed it at the top of the tree, finishing the whole task.
-Well, I think we’re done. —she shook her hands trying to get the dust off of them. —I know what you’re thinking, it would’ve been prettier with the lights, but I think it looks really good.
-Yeah, I guess. —he said in a low tone. She knew he wasn’t friends with the Christmas spirit, he never had a tree at home or presents under it. Deep inside, she knew this whole show wasn’t only for the little kids. He walked away without saying one more word, and she stood there watching him leave.

That night, she was making dinner for everyone, she wanted to have a proper Christmas eve dinner next to the tree.
-What are you doing? —Carol giggled when she saw her struggling with some kind of soup.
-Honey, it’s not your job.
-I know, but I want us to have a Christmas party tonight.
-Christmas? —Carol asked in confusion.
-It’s December 24th!
-Alright, you can’t do a Christmas dinner on your own, can you?
-I just found out I can’t. —she answered and they both joined their forces to cook.
When they were done, they called everyone to come inside and sit on the table.
-What is this? —Rick asked.
-Christmas! —(Y/N) and Carol said at the same time. Daryl half-smiled and took a seat.
It was a happy environment, the food, the tree, the candles, everything felt like home to them. They ate Carol’s delicious noodle soup and the casserole they both prepared, everyone’s bellies were full and their hearts were warm. After a nice talk and a toast with water, everyone went to sleep, except for Daryl. He was still sitting on the table and playing with his cup.
-Are you going to wait up for Santa? —(Y/N) asked him. He only half-smiled and went back to his glass of water. —I know you said you never got anything for Christmas, so I wanted to change that.
She went to the Christmas tree and took something out from under it.
-I didn’t have time to wrap it. —she joked as she handed him his present. He raised his gaze to look at it, it was a new crossbow she had found a few days ago in a supply run with Rick. Daryl stared at it, he didn’t take his eyes off of it for a second. —I figured yours was already a little old, so I found this one and thought that it was perfect for you.
His eyes went from the weapon to her face, she was smiling and handing him a brand new crossbow.
-You don’t have to-
-Well, who else knows how to shoot a crossbow? —she giggled. —It’s yours.
He stood up and took it. He examined it and touched it.
-Thank you. —he whispered, with his face down.
-No problem. —(Y/N) had a smile on her face, she was happy to see him finally getting a Christmas present. —Do you like it?
He nodded, he didn’t know what to say or how to react. (Y/N) walked to him and wrapped her arms around him, she wanted him to know that someone cared about him.
-Merry Christmas, Daryl. —she whispered in his ear. She heard his breath on her ear and his warmth on her chest, then something strange happened. He let go of the crossbow laying it on the table and returned the hug. Of all the times time she had hugged him, he had refused or moved in discomfort, but now he was tightly hugging her with his big arms, it was a Christmas miracle.

Getting Used To It. (Part One) - Jelena One Shot

Selena’s POV

“So, I had this weird dream, there’s me walking in a park, I’m like 8 years old; then this little girl comes, I don’t remember her face, she caresses my dog and then I start crying. The end.” I start laughing loudly.
“What the fuck?”
“I know, right?”
We both are laughing now, not really sober, sitting on these brown stools in a half empty bar; if a couple months ago somebody would’ve told me that I would’ve become a close friend of Hailey Baldwin, I would’ve laughed in their face. Then we casually met a couple of times and yeah, we’re good friends now..but we don’t talk about THAT, I mean, him.
“Sel, I forgot to tell you something!”
“Yeah, tell me.”
“You know, tomorrow I’m throwing a party at my house, you’re obviously invited.”
“Really? At what time?”
“I think around 9:30 PM, I’ll text you the details, okay?”
“That’s perfect, see you tomorrow then!”
I kissed her cheek and got into my car; I turned up the radio and his song started playing, then suddenly I had to stop my car, even though no one was in the street: I just realized that he would’ve been there too. Crap.

Justin’s POV

“Good night” Hailey texted me, I replied with “see u tomorrow”.
“yep! Oh wait, i forgot to tell you, i invited selena”
“yeah, we’re pretty close now, it would’ve been unfair if she wasn’t there. Do you mind?”

“it’s okay, good night.” I texted her one last time; this was a nightmare.

I was trying to be something with Hailey, and it was going pretty well, but never in a million years I would’ve seen this friendship coming. This was really a tough challenge, for me, Hailey and Selena too, maybe.

What was I supposed to do? I already smell trouble.
Tell Hailey I would’ve not been there because of Selena? She would’ve gotten mad at me.
Ignore Selena completely and pretend she wasn’t there? Bad idea as well.

I guess I would’ve decided there..
Maybe Selena won’t come, after all.
Then why was I hoping she would’ve been there? 


Selena’s POV

“Please Ash, pick up.” I mumbled to myself.
“I’m in trouble.”
“How big in a scale from Peter Dinklage to Shaq?”
“Steph Curry and a half.”
“It must be serious then, tell me everything.”
“I went out with Hailey and..”
“Cat fight?”
“Ash, no! What the fuck?”
“Sorry, you know I don’t like her.”
“I got it..but let me talk.”
“Okay, sorry.”
“So at the end of the night she asked me if I wanted to go at her party tonight, and I was a little tipsy, so I said yes!”
“And what’s the matter?”
“Don’t you get it? Party at Hailey’s house means all her friends are there, and with All Her Friends I mean..”
“Oooh. Oh.”
“Yep. Very big ‘Oh’.”
“Couldn’t you wait until being completely sober?”
“Ashley Fucking Cook, I’m begging you to help me not to scold me. Please.”
“Alright sorry..well, I haven’t seen them publicly lately, maybe they’re not close anymore? Maybe he won’t be there.”
I sighed. “What if he is?”
“Well, you’re invited to a party, so you do what you do at parties, no?”
“Ugh, okay, wish me good luck.”
“Good luck, now let me eat my breakfast.”

I giggled and closed the call.
So, apparently I’m going to this party..Wow, I feel like I’m 16 years old, going to my first party with alcohol, phew, relax.

Do I want to avoid him?
Do I want to see him?
Do I want him to miss me?
Do I want him to think I don’t care anymore?

Justin’s POV

I showed up a little later than anyone else, I had to shower twice since my nervousness made me sweat a lot, I still didn’t know exactly why, I mean, of course it was because of her, but why was I afraid to see her? Hailey is basically my girlf– almost- and I’m sure she moved on too.

I walked through the door, the party seemed to be at its most fun part, everyone was dancing, singing, somebody was smoking, some others were playing ping-pong.

I didn’t see Hailey at first, then she hugged me from behind shouting “I almost thought you weren’t coming!” over music.
I just smiled and kissed her cheek, “It’s kinda hot in here, I’m gonna put my jacket upstairs, I’ll be right back.”

While climbing the stairs, I smelled a scent of smoke, then a silhouette hit me while I was looking down.
“Ugh, sorry!”
“Sorr- Oh, Selena, hi.”
She hugged me awkwardly, I realized that that scent came from her curly hair. “Did you arrive now?”
“No, no, I arrived like 15 minutes ago, but I..wanted to smoke a cig before.”

What the fuck Justin? What kind of question is that? Seriously?

“I guess I just wanted to?”

You’re such an idiot, Justin.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, it was a dumb question..Gotta go now! See you..around.”
“See ya!”

Selena’s POV

“Where did you go, Selena? I haven’t seen you since you arrived.” Hailey screamed at my face, even though the music wasn’t that loud.
“Yeah, yeah, I smoked a cigarette because I was a little stressed.”
“Is everything okay? You told me you barely smoke.”

Fuck, why did I say it?

“No, I’m fine!”
“Okay..have you seen Justin?”
“Yeah, uhm, he was going upstairs 10 minutes ago.”
“Well that’s where I left him too..I’m gonna see where he is.“
I headed to the bar to ask for a cocktail, suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder.
“Kendall! Hey, how are you?”
“I’m great, how are you?”
“I didn’t know you were going to be here, actually, I didn’t even know you and Hailey were that close, it’s a bit weird to be honest”
“Yeah, we got closer in the last two weeks, why would that be weird?” I took a sip from my drink.
Oh c’mon Selena, you already know it.

“Well, Justin’s ex girlfriend and his 90% girlfriend, that’s strange, but I’m glad you’re friends!
I almost choked and had to cough;
90% what? Until an hour ago I didn’t even know if they were still friends and now Kendall is telling me that they’re 90% dating?

Cool, that’s awesome.

“Yeah, we don’t really talk ‘bout him, there’s a lot of other things in the world!

Why do I keep talking like an idiot?
“Are you still friends with Justin?”
Gosh, I hated hearing his name from others, it just…I didn’t want to hear it.

“Yeah, we don’t talk much but yeah, we’re good.”
“Good to hear it, do you wanna dance?”
“Sure, why not?”
Please keep him off my head. 

Oh, here they are.


15 minutes earlier.


Justin’s POV

I left her roses at home since I read that text, I couldn’t ask Hailey to be my girlfriend when my first love was in the same room. It was some imaginary rule I just invented. So now, here I am staring at nothing, forced to make a choice..
Forced by myself, actually.

Did I really want Hailey to be my girlfriend? Was I ready for a new serious relationship? Selena is still in the picture, my picture of life; I was probably cut off from hers a long time ago.
“Justin! You’re here, where the hell did you go? Is everything alright?”
“Yeah, totally! Let’s go downstairs, I wanna dance.”

It was better to leave my thoughts for the night, at bed time.

Oh man, she was dancing too, with Kendall.
Her moves slowed down then stopped when she realized I was there with Hailey, Kendall whispered something at her and she smiled, both stepped away.
“Eh, yeah?”
“I said I liked your shirt and asked you where you’ve got it..uhm, are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes, I already told you so. By the way, I can’t remember.” I shouted over the music once again.
“I hate all this shouting, wait a second here..”
“Okay.” Hailey disappeared through the crowd, I scanned it, until my eyes fell on the bar stools. Gosh, I couldn’t stop thinking about her since her name popped on my screen again, after months of avoiding it.
The music changed to a slower tune, Hailey must’ve asked that.
The room was now colored in blue lights, but I was still looking at Selena. She lowered her head and drank her cocktail from a straw, her eyes looked strange.
“Do you still wanna dance?” Hailey asked behind me.
“Of course.”

Selena’s POV

Oh, awesome. A slow dance.
I’m starting to wonder why I’m still here; my ex is here with his girlfriend, nobody approached me but Kendall who’s the only one I know here, I keep on drinking but I’m still sober enough to see what’s going on around me and, did I mention that my ex boyfriend is here with his girlfriend which is also a friend of mine? When did I end up in Gossip Girl?
I saw his hands on her hips, and I’ve never thought I would’ve felt like this.

I should’ve known, I should’ve stayed home, this was a terrible idea.

I turned around, I didn’t want to see no more; if they’re both happy, that’s great, I should just..mind my business.

Why does it bother me, though? This was exactly what I wanted. It’s probably something new, a new feeling..I’ll get used to it with time.
Will I?

Two songs later, I was tempted to leave, but then again I thought of Ashley’s words. “You’re invited to a party, so you do what you do at parties, no?”

And that’s what I’ll do; I danced my way through the crowd, I winked at some guys dancing, until one of them joined me and distracted me from all the mess going on.
“What’s your name?”
“Nice to meet you, Jordan. I’m Selena.”
“Yeah, I know who you are!”
“Right, sometimes I forget about who I am” I laughed – oh my goodness, I keep saying bull crap stuff tonight.– “anyway, are you from L.A?”

Justin’s POV

Hailey stopped dancing and talked to one of the girls invited to that huge party. I casually caught Selena chatting with a boy on the little black sofas, a few steps away from me; she was excessively tilting her head back while laughing, her eyes were closed.
She was probably drunk; usually she didn’t like being too drunk, because she hated the feeling of the hangover, she liked when she was tipsy, because she wasn’t sober but she wasn’t drunk either, she was just happy.
I shouldn’t remember this.

I saw her whispering something in the boy’s ear, then led him to the upper floor; her legs were very weak, Selena quickly glanced at me, she probably thought that I hadn’t seen her, but I knew her, and I knew what game she was playing. Also I left my jacket in the bedroom so, hell no, I wouldn’t allow her to fuck on my jacket..or everybody else’s jacket.

Okay, FINE! She would’ve not fucked anyone that night. And not because of the respect I have for jackets.

“Hails, I’m going to the bathroom.“
“There is one right near the kitchen, why are you gonna head upstairs?”
“I just think that the upstairs one is nicer, just that.”
“Since when have you become a home design expert?”
I laughed a little, then stepped away from her.

Selena’s POV

So he didn’t really care anymore. He was all about Hailey that night, and that’s probably how he’s gonna be from now on.

I headed upstairs with Jordan, I felt so dizzy, but I didn’t care, I needed some well deserved fun after..everything. I giggled as I threw myself on the bed, Jordan sat next to me and leaned in, looking at my lips and-

“Sorry, I- uhm, I have to take my jacket…”
Fuck! Seriously now?

Then, I suddenly realized that it was Justin. Seriously? Out of all the people at that damn party, Justn was the one who happened to interupt my make out session even before it started?
He could barely look at me. I covered my face, I felt so ashamed in that moment; his jacket was, ironically, one of the ones I threw away from the bed so I could’ve sat there. “Close that fucking door!” I yelled at him, as he took the first step out of the door, leaving the door open. That boy’s bad habits will never change.
But I shouldn’t remember this.

That was..”
“Where were we?” I blocked Jordan before he could’ve said something, he smirked and kissed me, and obviously, I kissed back..but it felt so wrong.
Selena, what are you doing? It’s not the first time you kiss a boy after your break up. 

The thought of Justin was hunting me again, and seeing him a few seconds before wasn’t helping me at all. But it’s the right thing!
He already went on his own way, his own road, and I’m going in mine..then why do secondary paths kept on leading us to each other, in one way or another? The dizziness kept on growing and taking over me, but it wasn’t a matter of alcohol this time.
“I’m sorry I need to go, I’m feeling sick.”
“Oh, do you need something?”
“I just need to stay alone.”
“Sele-” I walked away and slammed the door in his face, in that moment I just felt like I needed to pause everything and run away.

Justin’s POV

“You weren’t in the bathroom.“
“I was, then I took my jacket and came back here!”
“Who do you think you’re kidding? I saw Selena and Jordan going upstairs, you were looking for her all the time!”
“I wasn’t! Why are you acting so jealous now?”
“Me? The only one who’s being jealous is just you, of Jordan!”
“Hailey, I-”
“Guess what Justin? I knew it all along. Are you happy now that you can end this farce?”
I stood there in silence, I ran out of lies.
“I don’t wanna be your girlfriend if you’re still thinking about someone else. If you’re still loving someone else. Didn’t you figure out that I invited Selena for this reason? You failed this challenge, Justin. I do respect Selena, even though in the past months I’ve been childish and shaded her with my friends..but in all honesty, I think that she isn’t over y-”

Selena quickly crossed the room, with her head low while rushing her way out; everyone noticed and asked her if she was okay, but she didn’t listen and closed the door. I was still standing there, staring at the door, when through all the whispers, I heard Hailey saying “Go after her.”
“What?” I thought I misheard.
“I said go after her. I think that she needs you.”
I smiled but I was shocked, it was unbelievable.


End of part 1! I decided to divide it in two, because I like keeping you all anxious HAAHAHAHAH jk i love you all, i’m gonna upload part 2 tomorrow night:) hope you liked it, let me know what did you think!