and when i read those it stays with me

I’m at the stage in life where I’m just appreciative of everything thus far. I’m beginning to see the fruits of my labor, and I’m still manifesting for more. Patience and self-love has taught me so much over the last 5 months and has introduced me to some beautiful people along the way too. Well-being has become a daily routine and changes are slowly being recognized. Your body regenerates itself every 7 years.. In this cycle I’m going to become the woman that I used to daydream about when I was a little girl. I owe that to myself.

Everything is in great condition:

  • My Mind because I meditate every morning for 40 minutes. I’ve gained closure on all things that were left unresolved. My thoughts are positive and my inner voice is still my cheerleader. I’m trying to learn how to vibrate higher and stay away from people who dim my light, reduce my energy or have me acting out of character. I read everyday. I’ve stayed clear from those who constantly complain, gossip and have drama. My circle is just calm, pure and light. I make sure, that whoever I interact with, has a positive impact on my energy, otherwise I’m out.
  • My body because I train daily with my PT and I’m cautious of what I eat. This plant based lifestyle is fun because I’m able to cook everyday. I only drink water and I can infuse it with fruits if I’m craving a flavor. My friends and I have a 10k step target everyday. My hair, my skin, my teeth, everything is just glowing and rewarding me. A bitch is in the sauna every morning. 
  • My soul because I’m no longer harboring any pain from the past. I’m writing and creating. I’ve been blessed with a collective of great people for years and I’m content with that. My surroundings are peaceful and my environment is calm; overall tranquility is still something I’m aiming for. Over the last 4 months, I’ve been focusing more on the things that nourish my soul instead of material bullshit. It’s quite liberating. Plus, I save money and fly out instead of consuming. The same £200 I would spend over the weekend - is a short stay and flight to a city I’ve never been to before.

It’s taken a while to get here. 5 months ago I was living like zombie. It dawned on me, that I’m approaching a new cycle. The next 7 years are really going to shape the rest of my life. I immediately changed and released everything that was jeopardizing my growth. I had to create a daily schedule, change my eating habits and release some people too. I had to spend more time alone, read and self educate and learn how to meditate properly. I had to do all of these things, because I felt like I was losing myself.

I’m slowly getting back to me.

- Meggan Roxanne
Thoughts while reading Acowar.

Mind the swearing and spoilers kids.

-2 years before the wall? Wait is this like a baby bat Rhys POV?
-oh God this field isn’t a nice place. Kinda like it tho.
- omfg 6 High Fae… 6, to defeat one Illyrian… damn.
- Rhys is so protective if his brothers it’s killing me.
-AGH PART ONE HERE I FUCKING COME.
-Yes Feyre, burn this shit.
-Already thinking about that wingspan Feyre? Can’t blame ya.
- Ugh Tamlin no can you not enter this moment just yet. Ugh Lucian I’m fucking watching you.
-Oh for Fuck sake I gotta read about Ianthe soon to?
-ugh I just want some smut and it’s only page nine.
-Feyre you can roll your eyes. God knows I am.
- Oh hey Ianthe, go Fuck yourself Ianthe.
-You definitely revived something from Rhys hands Feyre, but it was far more pleasurable than torture.
-Lucian I won’t ship you and Elaine. But please, for the love of God, kill Ianthe.
-Oh hell fucking ni, Jurian, go fucking Fuck yourself and stay the Fuck away.
-Oh snap, Nesta and Elaine already so powerful they can drain the cauldron.
-Oh snap, Feyre laying down these facts. Also that’s how I spell Miryaim’s name.
-Feyre you savage.
-Jurian, talk about Elaine like that again and I will kill you.
-Oh Fuck off Ianthe, I’ve read enough of you.
-Okay Lucian, my heart is softening towards you.
-God I missed you Alis.
-Damn summer solstice is giving me goosebumps.
-Rhys you are giving me life.
-Uh Oh, Tamlin’s getting jealous of friendship.
-YOU FUCKING BURNED THEIR WINGS.
-Ahhh Feyre you also cringing about Elaine being fucked by a fire blooded male?? Let me introduce to Azriel. He’s far better in my opinion.
-All these painting titles… we’re they like, working title for Acowar.
-Rhysand you get that tongue to work.
-Also Tam you prick.
-TAMLIN YOU MOTHERFUCKING PRICK HOW WOULD YOU LIKE A WHIPPING.
-God Alis, my bae.
-Feyre slit her throat.
-Yes Feyre Fuck this bitch up.
-Oh these twins. Can you fucking not.
- Go Lucian Go.
-Bring on Part Two.
-“He can get in line,” Feyre getting a list of people who wanna kill her to rivals Aelins.
-Oh for Fuck sake, everything was going so well, until Lucian’s brothers showed up.
-OMG CASSIAN YOU’RE BACK.
-AZRIEL MY CUPCAKE.
-“There’s no such thing as a High Lady,” bitch excuse me.
-Cassian you melt my stone cold heart.
-Mor my darling.
-OMG IT’S HAPPENING, RHYS IS COMING.
-Amren, boo. Hru?
-Lucian being called a girl, I’m dying
-AGH RHYS.
-“Go find somewhere else to be,” I know what that means.
-The smut was worth it.
-Oh I missed the banter of my baby bats.
-And Rhys’ swearing begins.
-Cassian sunning his wings. I wonder if a certain Nesta sees.
-Cassian trying to be chill around Nesta is my new aesthetic.
-Nesta reads romance. Hell Yes.
-“You come between a male and his mate, Nesta Archeron, and you’re going to learn about the consequences the hard way.” Trying to foreshadow something there Cassian? I Ship.
-No is mentioning the sorrow and longing in Cassian eyes, Feyre, for the same reason no one mentioned it when Rhys looked at you all those months ago.
-Reading about Elaine is painful.
-I’m relating to Elaine and all those open curtains too much… shit.
-Cassian you’re to precious.
-I missed the Amren/Cassian banter so much.
-Shit Mor is getting pissed.
-Feyre keeps calling Rhys mate and I’m feeling bad for the Australian readers.
-“Because I can’t stay away” well Fuck me if they ain’t mates.
-Nesta looking as Cassian like he’s the only one in the room.
-Damn right there was a reason Lucian wore a fox mask.
-Idk what to write but the nessian at pg.203. gahhhhhhh.
-“Surely Nesta wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle,” omfg Feyre, it’s hilarious of you to think that.
-Feyre were you not there for Acomaf. He was very clearly, cocky then.
-Library sex? I’m in.
-oh, so no library sex.
-To the Bone Carver we go. RIP.
-Oh so, the Carver, and the Wearer are- I’d be shocked only I read that spoiler.
-Oh so the Carver is a mirror type of perosn? What even is a mirror person? Is it his kink?
-Oh Nesta having death powers.
-Feyre constantly calling Rhys mate tho.
-Tbh all I wanna know is who or what the carver appeared to Cassian.
-Everyone in this book be complementing Rhys good taste.
-Ah Az and Elaine be starting. Az be carrying his ship.
-Poor Cassian. Nesta will come around, I promise, I read the spoiler.
-YES AZRIEL SHOW HER THE GARDEN. I’VE READ THIS SPOILER PAGE SO MUCH AND NOW IT’S MINE.
-You know, I wrote a fanfiction about Az and Elaine in a garden and her calling his scars pretty. They kissed in it.
-“Azriel isn’t the ravishing type,” Rhys you should read the fanfic I wrote about him. He loves to ravish.
-omg Cassian calming Nesta- ugh how many more pages until this kiss?
-Az, sunning your wings for Elaine? How scandalous.
-“Why not make them mates?” Feyre babe I’m asking the same question.
-FEYRE YOU SHIP ELRIEL TOO? Oh sweetie I love you more than Cassian rn.
-Rhysand, let Feyre play matchmaker.
-I was about to bash Kier for insulting Az, but Az got this shit.
-Oh not this fucking Eris bitch again.
-Rhys the Fuck you playing at?
-Okay, ngl I know Mor is gay but those Eris know? Ffs.
-Okay everyone is fighting and I’m more intrigued than I should be.
-D'as Nessian.
-Double d'aw Elriel.
-Pg.303 and back to sassy Az.
-Sassy Az KS giving me life.
-It was at page 306 that I realised I was in love with Az.
-Nephelle’s be giving me goosebumps.
-Yes bathtub scent with Rhys.
-Oh it’s actually a massage scene? I’m in.
-Feyre are you trying to start a war? Cassian flying with Nesta. Dammit who am I kidding I wanna see that.
-Yes Az, help Elaine in the garden. I am sailing this ship.
-Nesta watching Cassian lick his fingers and I’m like, now imagine that kissing elsewhere.
-Nes? I ship.
-Some shit happening in the library.
-ohhhh so we finally reached the part where people wonder if Elaine is a seer.
-Yes Feyre, put Elaine’s riddles together.
-Okay that scene was intense but Nessian at the end was calming.
-“Amren on the hunt,” a novel by sjm.
-Damn Az, took you awhile but bravo, she’s a seer. God it couldn’t be any easier to love you.
-Lucian I swear to God if you die, looking for this sixth queen, I will kill you.
-Also where is my Suriel.
-Shit Alis don’t die.
-oh FFS, look, “king” of Hybren, old buddy. If you’d kindly fuck off. Only it’s late, I don’t need these plot twists.
-Look, “King,” I’d pay good money to see you try and take Feyre.
-Rhys if you could destroy my upcoming exams the way you did those ships, I’d be grateful.
-pg.379, more smut, hell yes.
-pg.381, Nesta all concerned.
-The amount of sex feysand are having. That wingspan must be truly impress you Feyre darling.
-So Cassian is terrible at complements.
-Ah yes boys, bringing up that wingspan again.
-This Nessian tho.
-“she threatened to freeze my balls off,” Kallias, Viviane, welcome to my heart.
-I’m in love with Viviane.
-God sake, Tamlin Fuck off.
-Tamlin, let me tell you, Rhys and Feyre have fucked so much I’m sure he could recount every noise she is capable of making.
-Fucking shut up Tamlin.
-Eris if you’d kindly shut the Fuck up too, it’d be a pleasure.
-Pg.438, Nesta, damn, *blows kisses.*
-nvm of 439, Go Feyre. Slay.
-Helion…. wait… look I can’t go around loving all these people. It makes me look like I have a heart.
-You know I’d be surprised at Lucian being a whole, some air of dawn court, but I already read that spoiler.
-Okay mor is gay why is- you know what, never mind, I give up.
-Oh. Oh Fuck.
-lol, I’m so tired, whenever I hear the wall mentioned all I can think of is humpty dumpty.
-“Don’t even start,” Nesta, sweetie, we’ve been shipping this since the last book.
-Part three here I come.
-btw this is still the same day for me. I’ve read up to part three in a few hours. It’s two in the morning. Never underestimate a fangirl deprived of her smut.
-Jurian just has to show up, doesn’t he.
-idk who I am to believe anymore.
-I wanna say Fuck this shit I’m out. But I am so in.
-So am I meant to trust Jurian or not.
-Damn Tarquin.
-Nessian will kill me quicker than these plot twists.
-Ayyy more shut, god I love you Sarah.
-Yes, the Suriel is coming into play bitches. I’d been surprised by what happens only I’ve seen this spoiler too.
-Okay first thing first, Ianthe please Fuck off Secondly rip Suriel 2K17.
-Cassian what happened. Nesta please. I know the ending and shit but tf happened.
-Feyre be joining up these dots about which way Mor floats.
-This, Varian, Amren thing, yeah I’d like another five books of it.
-Awww, Az, you’re to sweet and selfless.
-I’m so tired IDK how to feel anymore.
-Oh greatttt, Feyre got hit with an arrow. Any more plot twists.
-Wait Tamlin? Fuck, ugh.
-d'aw, Elaine kissed his cheek.
-it’s four in the morning. I have less than one hundred pages left.
-Shit.
-Fucking hell Elaine stab them bastard.
-Also Nessian hell yes.
-Also…wait what’s happening.
-Rhysand you fucking bastard it’s five in the morning don’t do this to me. I know you live god dammit don’t fucking do this.
-oh thank fuck that’s all settled.
-This book. These plot twists. These ships. It’s all so heart wrenching and shit.
-Wait is she flying over Velaris in her lingerie.
-Fuck it’s half five in the morning. I read this book in under 24 hours. I need to sleep.
*hours later*
-omfg I need to read this shit again. It was so good. The High Lords, the banter, the near death experiences. The romance. The sass. Sarah you queen.
-if the at least the novellas don’t have nessian or Elriel tho I may be tempted to cry.

And that, my friends, is a snippet of the roller coaster if thoughts and emotions I went through. I was too tired to cry during it but my heart was successfully ripped out a few times.

why do I still go stand on
my balcony staring up at stars hoping that you are thinking what I am thinking?
why do I still wake up from my sleep when I hear a notification from my phone hoping that you sent me a message?
why do I still read those notes you passed to me in school hoping that you would be reading the notes I passed to you?
why do I still smell your cologne when I think of you?
why do I still feel the warmth of your skin when I think about the night we stayed up talking?
why do I still remember the small things you like… like spearmint gum, Kenny Rogers songs, the way you smile when you think of something dirty, everything about you?
why do I still…love you? when all you did was pretend to love me?
Don’t Say Anything (part 11)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: lil bit of this, lil bit of that

A/N: I KNOW I KNOW IT’S BEEN SOOOOOOOO LONG BUT I’M BACK IN ACTION I HOPE THIS WAS WORTH THE WAIT MY BEAUTIFUL PIECES OF CHEESECAKE! Also I’ll edit this tomorrow :) I hope ya enjoy!

“Holy shit.” Pietro’s eyes are widened. “Holy shit.”

You hear the platinum blonde laugh a bit and you smack his arm. “It’s not funny.”

“I never said it was.” he giggled.

“Stop laughing!”

“I’m sorry my love it’s just-” he starts laughing again and you scowl. You charge at him, ready to hit him upside the head but he’s quick and grabs your hands, trapping them in his. “That’s very mean, honey.”

You struggle, trying to release your hands from his hold but it’s no use. “My situation is not funny, asshole.” you grunt.

Pietro laughs again, turning you around and hugging you tightly, your back to his front. You wriggle, trying to set yourself free but it doesn’t work. “If I had known all it took for you to admit your feelings was for Natasha to press on the matter, I would have been done so long ago.”

“Technically, I admitted my feelings for Bucky to Nat, not Bucky.” you correct but before Pietro could respond, the door opens revealing a smiling Bucky and Natasha.

Your body goes a bit limp in Pietro’s arms, seeing them smiling together. She probably told Bucky about your crush on him and they probably laughed and laughed. Who wouldn’t? It was stupid that for 5 years you were so hung up on Bucky thinking that you’d might actually have a chance with him when in reality, good looking guys like him don’t fall for their not-so-hot best friend.

Get a grip.

Bucky’s eyes lock on you and Pietro and his smile drops completely. You think he’s angry at you or that this is all so awkward. What do you say to someone who likes you when you don’t even like them back?

What you didn’t know was that he was getting a bit jealous, seeing Pietro with his arms around you. He wanted to walk over there and snatch you from him. Show Pietro that you where his girl and only his. Natasha catches on to Bucky’s aggravated demeanor and pulls him down to her level by his shoulder.

“Talk to her.” she whispered.

You look away as soon as she pulled him down towards her. You didn’t want to see the happy couple being all… happy.

Bucky nods and straightens up, clearing his throat in the process. He puts on his best ‘I’m-not-about-to-have-a-serious-panic-attack’ face and strides over to you all while mentally killing Pietro in about 100 different ways.

But when he stood in front of you, his mind completely went blank.

You didn’t even notice when Pietro let you go and went to stand by his sister and Steve. You glance at Bucky quickly before staring at your sock-covered feet, shifting from one foot to the other. Everyone in the room was staring at you like you were some zoo animal.

Bucky opened his mouth but then closed it soon after. Where was he supposed to start? What was he supposed to say? The brunette looks over his shoulder at Nat who gestured her hands at him. He nods and looks at you, tapping your shoulder like the two of you were in kindergarten to ask you for a crayon because he accidentally left his at home.

You look at him, waiting for him to speak first but instead of speaking, he quickly swoops down, capturing your lips in a sudden kiss. You almost melt into it. Almost.

But before you could pull away yourself, Natasha yanks the soldier away from you, frowning at him. “What are you doing?!”

Your lips tingle as you slap your hand against your mouth. “Nat I’m so sorry I-”

“I said talk to her not kiss her, you idiot!” she shouts.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I blanked!” he exclaimed, trying his best to dodge the punches Natasha was giving him.

Once she was done, she points over to you. “Talk to her.”

Bucky nods and turns back to you, taking a step closer to get away from Nat. He breathes in. “I-”

But you cut him off with a slap to the face, shocking Steve, Nat, Wanda, Bucky and Pietro. He holds his cheek and gives you a confused look. You fold your arms across your chest as your eyes swell with tears. “How dare you kiss me, James Barnes.” you snap. “You can’t just do that! You have a girlfriend for fucks sake! Who just so happens to be standing right over there and I am most definitely not one of those girls who hook up with their best friends boyfriend behind her back! I will not hurt my best friend like that! She means more to me than anything and I-” you choke on your tears, turning to Natasha. “I’m so sorry Nat. I never meant for all of this to happen. I tried to hard to keep my feelings out of the way but you just kept pushing the subject and I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I didn’t mean for you to find out that way. Actually, I was hoping you never found out at all and that my feelings would just go away but my dumbass got overwhelmed and told you that it was Bucky who I have been madly in love with for five years.”

You shake your head, wiping away your tears as you make eye contact with a very surprised Bucky. “Yeah, you were the guy I had a crush on. The guy who had a girlfriend and only saw me as a friend. Don’t act so surprised, Barnes. I’m sure Nat told you when you two went to talk.”

Bucky stayed quiet. Actually, everyone stood quiet and that frustrated the hell out of you. “So there, everything’s out in the open. I’ve liked you for five years,” you point to Bucky. “I’m sorry that I like your boyfriend,” you point to Natasha then clap your hands together. “And that’s about it. Over and done with. Don’t worry I’ll get over you soon, just.. please stay away from me.” you pause and sniffle, wiping away those stupid tears that keep coming back. “Okay, conversation over. I’m gonna go and read a book or something - maybe sleep. I dunno yet.”

You move towards the door, wanting to go to Wanda’s room or even Tony’s room - anything to get away from Bucky but before you could leave, he grabs your hand and pulls you back.

“You didn’t even hear what I have to say.” he spoke softly.

You scoff and yank your hand away from him. “I don’t need to hear your rejection speech, Bucky. I know you want to be with Natasha I mean, what was I thinking? I was only your best friend. Nothing more.”

You step around Bucky but again, he pulls you back, pressing his lips to yours in another kiss and this time you’re the one who pulls away. Frowning and damn near ready to explode, you repeatedly hit his chest. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Bucky catches your hands in his, causing you to stop hitting him. You look at him and he smiles. He fucking smiles. “I love you.”

And there goes the little self control you had left. You kick Bucky’s leg and he lets go of your hands to tend to the spot you just kicked. While doing this, you start hitting his shoulder. “You can’t say that! Honestly, what’s wrong with you! You’re dating Natasha, my best friend if you’ve forgotten and I am not going to hurt her! You can take your shitty ‘I love you’ and shove it right up your a-”

“Y/N!” Natasha exclaimed, catching your attention. You notice she’s sporting a smile and you give her a confused look. Why is she smiling? Her boyfriend just kissed her best friend! “Let him talk, will ya?”

You knit your eyebrows together. “But he-”

“We’re not dating.” she says. “We never really were.”

You look at Bucky then at Natasha then back at Bucky, waiting for him to confirm or deny what she just said but he just stands there, mouth opening and closing. Natasha rolls her eyes.

“Long story short, he was using me because of the attention and I was using him because of the attention.” you’re still confused and Nat sees this which causes her to continue. “I missed Bruce and I filled that emptiness with Bucky and he wanted to be with you but he didn’t think you felt that way about him so he filled that emptiness with me. We were just using each other. We were a distraction for each other. I never really liked him and he never really liked me. We were lying to ourselves. Bucky likes you, Y/N.”

“Oh..” you nod, eyes wandering to the floor while everyone waited for another reaction. You kept nodding your head as you processed everything Natasha told you. Bucky and Nat don’t like each other. He likes you. He likes you. Holy shit, he likes you! Is this real life? Should you pinch yourself? You glance around the room and subtly pinch yourself. Ouch. Definitely real life. Your eyes travel up to lock with Bucky’s and you gasp. “Oh!” you immediately wrap your arms around his neck. “I’m so sorry for hitting and kicking and slapping you, Buck! Oh my god, I’m so so so sorry.” you pull away enough to cradle his face in your hands. The brunette laughs and takes your hands in his.

“It’s okay, baby doll.” he says before placing a tender kiss on the back of your hand.

You look over at Natasha before making your way over to her. “Are you still my best friend?”

She cocks her head to the side. “Are you still mine?”

You smile. “Of course.”

Nat’s lips spread into a grin. “Same here.”

You hug the red head, squeezing her tightly while she laughed. When you pulled away, she looked over at Bucky. “See Bucky, I told you. Sisters before misters.”

The super soldier playfully rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, can I have her back now?”

The red head smirked. “For now.”

You laugh at the two as you walk back over to Bucky.

“I love you too, by the way.” your words make Bucky chuckle as his cheeks tint pink.

“So are we good?” he asked, lacing his fingers with yours.

You nod. “We’re good.”

The two of you hug each other and while doing so, Pietro comes next to you. “What did I tell you, my love?”

Even with your face buried in Bucky’s chest, you can still see the stupid smirk that’s plastered on the speedy sokovian’s face. In response to Pietro’ s words, Bucky takes a step away from him, bringing you with him. You smirk against his clothed chest and look up at him.

“Why’d you move?”

“Huh? Oh I just… wanted to stretch out my legs a bit.” he shrugged.

Your smirk only grows as you fully pull away from Bucky’s hold. “Mhm.”

Bucky takes your hand in his, the two of you walking out of your room. “I did!”

“Mhhmmm.”

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled, draping his arm over your shoulders. “I may or may not get a little jealous when you’re around Pietro.”

“I knew it!” you laugh.

“I mean, he calls you ‘my love’ like hello, excuse me, she’s mine, back up blondie.” he spoke and you laugh even more.

“Yours, huh?”

Bucky looks at you and smiles. “Shut up.” you two unknowingly make it to the elevator and once the doors close, he kisses the top of your head. “Wanna go get a milkshake?”

You nod. “Hell yeah I do.”

After all, getting milkshakes was a Y/N and Bucky thing.


A/N: ONE MORE PART TO GO SUCKAASSSS. Tell me what ya think!

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Because I love those hours before the sun comes up, when you wake up for a moment and you realize you can stay in bed just a little while longer. And you’re safe. And there’s no rush. And it’s quiet. For all my hub loves. xo Pre-pancakes, so it’s v smutty. Don’t get me wrong, it’s highly emotional and descriptive, but it’s still porn. To experience the full mood of this thing, I’d recommend listening to Max Richter’s “Three Worlds” as you read.  @captainwiley @dassala @the-reason-to-sail-home @thejollypirate @businesscasualprincess @shoedonym @katie-dub @abbadons-little-witch @swanandapirate @mahstatins

+ It’s dark when she opens her eyes. Not the dark of late evening, when the stars have begun to twinkle in the sky—when the only sound to be heard is the choral chirping of insects, the darkening of doorways. No, it’s a darkness that knows it will have to fade eventually, a grey dawn that casts their bedroom in a hazy, dreamlike glow.

A nippy, quiet breeze smelling suspiciously of rain tiptoes through the open window and she catches the scent of him on the air. It’s a spicy mixture of cologne and sweat, a warm, enticing blend that clashes wonderfully with the fresh, tingling wetness of an impending storm. She can feel his rough, weathered fingers against the bare flesh of her waist. The tap, tap, tapping of his thumb against her belly. The smooth, hard metal of his ring against her stomach not unlike the steady ringing of a church bell, a far off song, a call to his side.

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dating theo raeken would include...

— hating each other before getting to know one another

•arguing until your voice is raw and your face is flushed with blood from every ounce of anger you’ve put into the argument with theo

•theo spitefully calling you “princess” when you argue

•"don’t you fucking call me princess, you fucking asshole!“

• him doing it anyways because the lil shit knows it pisses you off

— him beginning to like your personality

•he likes how you aren’t afraid to tell anybody what you’re thinking. it’s almost as if there is no filter between your brain and your mouth.

•he loves the way you argue with every ounce of your soul. he knows you’re stubborn and that even if you play unfairly, you’ll do it to win.

• but there’s a side of you he’s never gotten to encounter like some of the other pack members, you can be soft and kind and he loves that too.

—him starting to try and get closer to you

• “i know we haven’t been on the best terms since we met, but i’d like to at least try to be civil with each other.”

•you hesitate to agree but he’s got these pleading eyes that you can’t deny anything to.

•"we can make that arrangement. just try not to be such an asshole, raeken.“

—asking you out on a date after a week of getting to know you personally

•although not a very romantic person, he goes all out for you.

•you’re showered with a bouquet of red roses, and it has one white rose in the middle

•he’s the ultimate gentleman around you. opening doors, complimenting your everything, and it’s just really great.

•on this date, you both talk about a lot. he finds that you have a darker past than he originally thought, and that’s why you weren’t trusting of him first.

—stiles eventually finding out about this

•"you went out with, WHO?”

•"stiles, it’s really not a big deal, he’s actually a really great guy.“

•since stiles is like your overly protective older brother, he gives stiles ‘that’ talk.

•"theo, i’m not even fucking joking. if i hear a word come out of her mouth that has anything with you mistreating her, you will not live to see the next hour.”

—finding out about theo and the dread doctors

•"i cannot believe i trusted you. i trusted you, theo! i was warned, i was warned so many times, but i didn’t listen because you seemed like a decent guy!“

•"y/n, I am so, very very sorry.”

•"yeah fucking right. i cannot believe i let my guard down and let you into my life in the first place.“

—not talking to him for two weeks, until your forced to work by his side

•"y/n, please talk to me.”

•"theo, it’s been so hard, i have to literally have somebody take my phone away from me so i don’t call you. so i don’t look at all of our past messages or listen to those fucking voicemails.“

•"i feel it too, i feel that too.”

•"do you? did you feel that way when i left? even though you sit there and flirt with tracey and hayden? even though you sit there and act like nothing is wrong?“

•"i’m a fucking wreck y/n, please understand that.”

•"i am too, theo, but here’s something you don’t fucking understand. i fucking love you and i want to stay away no matter how much it reads me apart.“

—saving you from the dread doctors

•"i fucking told them not to touch you.”

•"theo? what are you doing here?“

•you don’t remember anything before the dread doctors found you, but all you can see if theo frantically untying straps that hold you down and a worried expression on his face. you’re in and out of sleep.

•"princess, i need you to stay awake.”

•"where’s scott?“

•theo visibly tenses when you say that

•"we can worry about that later, baby. let’s focus on saving you first.”

—waking up in the hospital bed with theo by your side, other pack members scattered around the room, and some down in the cafeteria.

•you immediately trying to rip the IV’s from your arm, you’re so frightened.

•theo suddenly jumps up and clasps your wrists in his hands

•"y/n, calm down.“

•you start to breathe normally and he lets go of your wrists.

•"i’m so sorry, i can’t even string together words to tell you how sorry i am. i love you so much, i never thought they would go as far as harming you.”

•"theo, shut the hell up, i have a headache, and these lights don’t help. let’s worry about this later.“

—having a long and deep conversation about everything

•"theo, don’t you dare fucking lie to me, not anymore. i told you this in the beginning, and you need to get this straight, i will not tolerate being lied to.”

•"i promise you, i will never lie to you again. i won’t keep anything from you, and you won’t ever have to worry about that again.“

•"theo, you need to tell me everything.”

•and theo does. every fine detail is just one more piece of his broken soul.

•"i have a fucked up past, but i love you.“

Job Application

To: all US corporations

Re: Reputation management and PR

Hi.  You don’t know me, because I have absolutely no experience in the PR industry, and there are probably thousands of (on paper, at least) more qualified candidates than I am for any PR job you have.

However, in light of recent events and the accusations of [ sexism / racism / ableism / homophobia / transphobia / antisemitism / etc] that have been made against your company or persons associated with your company, and/or your current practices that involve [ police brutality / environmental destruction / etc ] I have several key skills that I believe would make me a good fit for your organization.

First, I have a basic sense of human decency, and I strive every day to at least do the bare minimum to be a good person and a participant in a healthy society.  I take this absolute bare minimum and apply it to everything I do, including things at work.  For instance, when someone makes a sexist joke at work, I say ‘that’s sexist, and not particularly clever’ out loud, in front of the person who made the joke.  As another example, when I fuck up and someone tells me I did, I say ‘damn, I am sorry, I will not do the thing again’ out loud and in public, and hold myself accountable.

Second, I know how to stay in my lane, and would like to help your executives to stay in theirs.  If a problem comes along that I believe would benefit from the voices of those who are marginalized by the problem (read: every problem, always, every time and forever) I would find someone in the PR department or an executive who can speak with that voice, and ask them how we should deal with the problem, and then give them a bonus for sticking with us and doing additional emotional labor on top of their usual work.  If we do not have someone who works for us and can deal with this issue who also comes from the appropriate community, I would ask you why the fuck not and pay a professional consultant three times their going rate just to deal with us, because we are assholes.

Third, please see the attached audio files, where I articulate key statements that have been missing from your campaigns in the past, including:

  • I am personally sorry and the company is working to rectify the problem,
  • We are changing our policies so this does not happen again, and here are the concrete steps as to how,
  • We have fired the employee in question, because ‘suspending’ them is usually a way to get the press off our backs while actually doing nothing,
  • I acknowledge the basic humanity of the person we have wronged, and 
  • while this will not undo the damage here is a substantial settlement that comes without a gag order, because buying silence is pretty gross.

I am willing to work just about anywhere, and for 10% of the collective salaries of people whose fuckups I have to fix on an annual basis, plus expenses.  This includes secondary fuckups like doubling down before calling me.  Any fuckups I have to fix that are a result of you ignoring or contradicting what I say cost the full annual salary of those who fucked up.  Failure to follow through on promises I make in public on behalf of your corporation cost $18 billion each and the right to stand, silently, in your annual meeting making uncomfortable eye contact with every member of the board while I very slowly peel carrots and potatoes with a very sharp knife for as long as I damn well please.

I am willing to work in just about any industry but I reserve the right to laugh, tell you to fuck off, and remind you I have a soul if you’re just too ghoulish to take money from.  You know who you are.

Sincerely, 

Knitmeapony, JD

neenah2012  asked:

I have question I hope you can answer. Did Hanyu change the transitions in his free in 4CC from past performances? I have seen analysis of it before and they say that he has the hardest and most varied transitions in H&L but now I find people saying that it was a lot of crossovers and two footed skating because he was trying to land his quads. I can't tell the difference when it comes to transitions, and I hope you can help me understand this . Thank you this wonderful blog, it is a joy to read

Being brutally honest (again :P), I can only suppose those people don’t know what a crossover is nor what is two-foot skating.

If those people is still TSL, it’s not a supposition but just a statement. Really, do not give them your time. They need the buzz of being controversial to try and stay relevant and they need the buzz to pay back those fools giving them any money (:

Now, coming to your question, thankfully there are people who do things and save me time :P so here you are a direct comparison of Hope&Legacy in all its versions up to now from Autumn Classic to 4CC:

It’s pretty evident how the program was way more rich @ 4CC compared to the the start of the season and even comparing it to GPF you can notice some touches more.

Transition wise the biggest thing that was taken out @ 4CC was the last part of his entry to the second axel combo (at GPF, ie, he just goes straight into his 3A, at 4CC he takes a bit more to enter the 4T).

If you want an analysis of this program for what falls under transition, the best one around is still this one: http://chibura.tumblr.com/post/154115680890/transitions-in-mens-free-programs-at-gpf-2016

This is a video of his step sequence explained (this is not directly linked to TR, but it helps to understand the different kind of steps and turns and to check them vs what Yuzu does outside his sequence):


And this a comparison video of everything that is not jumps/spins between Chen and Yuzuru at 4CC:

(And thank you for your compliment :D )

Harry Styles - Getting Married Imagine


[The imagine where he says he loves you at your wedding is HERE.

I liked doing the reverse and I hope you like reading it! Enjoy!]

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anonymous asked:

Hi Sam! I'm curious about your magical time management skills: you have a full-time job, are super active in fandom, answer countless asks, write fanfiction and books, and still have time for jogging and many other stuffs. How do you organize yourself? I feel super overwhelmed due to lack of time and end up not doing what I want do. Do you allot time to do stuff? How does your typical day looks like? And any useful tips for us slackers.

I dunno how helpful it’ll be – I mean, some of it is time management, and some of it is that I have spent a long time working on arranging my life so that I have as much free time to pursue my own interests as possible. This hasn’t consciously meant giving up things like close brickspace friends and romantic relationships but in some ways it has kind of worked out that way. (Not that I couldn’t have those things if I chose to work towards them, in other words, but they don’t come naturally to me and I don’t mind the lack.) 

So, I will give you a rundown of my average day, but before we begin, I will also give you some context! And this will be long so I’ll put it under a readmore. 

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Fools

Jughead x Reader

In which the reader is reflecting on her visit to Riverdale over the summer, including her first love. Based on the requested song: Fools by Lauren Aquilina

Warning: None

Word Count: 2,260

A/N: I think I’ve found another amazing artist to add to my Writing Jamz playlist hell yeah

Masterlist


We are too fragile just to guess

And I’ve been in this place before

A Summer in Paradise.

That’s what my mom told me it was.

I’m not sure if she actually meant it, or just said it to me to make me feel better about spending the summer in Riverdale with my dad.

I hadn’t been there or seen my dad in years, and I’d always been content with it, but I don’t think my mom was, because all of a sudden my mom thought it was a good idea that I bond with him before it’s too late.

I got out of the car, just a few days after school ended and we took the long drive up there. She didn’t want to even see his face, so she literally just left me with my suitcase on the curve and told me she’d see me in a few months.

And what a crazy few months those were.  

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BTS Scenario: I Need U

Jung Hoseok X Reader

“But you’re my everything. I’m sorry. I love you. Forgive me.”

Summary: You and Hoseok broke up, and you’d made it clear that it was over. However, he deeply regrets it to the point where it begins to eat him away and he won’t leave you be until he has the chance to prove to you that he needs you back.

Word Count: ~3.4k

I got super into writing this one, it’s a bit longer than I intended, but I hope you guys like it! 

Thank you to @stacey4673 for the request!

***I do not own the gif**

“Are you kidding me?” You quietly cursed yourself for not packing an umbrella before you’d left the house. You hurriedly made your way back to your apartment as the rain began to fall in steady, heavy droplets.

When you finally reached your apartment, you quickly unlocked the door while kicking off your damp shoes and attempting to avoid dripping water all over the floor. You reached into your back pocket to pull out your phone, breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing that it wasn’t completely drenched like the rest of you. The screen lit up at once to indicate a new voicemail from none other than – your recent ex-boyfriend. 

Were you even surprised to yet another voicemail from Hoseok? He’d begun to fill your inbox not even two weeks after you broke up. You’d told him you wanted nothing to do with him anymore. However, you couldn’t help but be the slightest bit curious as to what he had to say to you after all the nasty things that were said in your final argument leading up to the split. For all you knew, the messages could be filled with things he’d forgotten to insult you on during the fight, but still, you found yourself pressing the playback button to listen to what he’d left.

“Hello? Jagi, it’s me…I know you won’t pick up the phone and you probably haven’t listened to the other voicemails, but I just wanted to feel like you were still there. I know I’ve said it every message but…I miss you. I just called to say…well, uh…did you see the rain?” he paused for a moment to let out an awkward laugh, “Hey, do you remember when we got caught in the rain without an umbrella because you had told me to bring one, but I was too forgetful? And do you remember how we ran through the rain together hand in hand, and then we laughed at how silly we looked running into that shop with our clothes dripping wet? You scolded me later for it because I ended up getting sick. Although I felt shameful then, I’d do anything to experience that day again.”

The phone beeped, indicating that the message had ended. Hoseok had sounded so upset in his message, but you felt anger bubbling up inside you. He didn’t seem so sorry when you’d broken up, so what was with the sympathy now? Was he trying to make you feel guilty about dumping him? 

You were filled with absolute irritation for your ex-boyfriend, but for some reason, you felt compelled to listen to the other voicemails. You scrolled further down to the first of nearly thirty voicemails that Hoseok had flooded your phone with and pressed play.

“Jagi, I know you told me to never call you again, but I wanted to say that I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what I said, I regret making you cry like that. I miss you so much jagi. It’s only been a week and I feel like I’m dying without you. Please, call me back.”

“Y/N…it’s 3 am. I can’t stop thinking about you. Do you remember when I’d call you in the middle of the night sometimes because I couldn’t sleep and you’d get annoyed with me at first, but then you’d talk to me with your soothing voice until the early hours of the morning? I miss your voice…I can’t sleep without hearing it. Jagi…jagi please call me. Just grant me your sweet voice.”

“Jagi, it’s me. Well, you probably already know that…I couldn’t sleep again, so I went to the studio to write. I remember those nights when you’d insist on staying with me at the studio even though you were exhausted from working all day. You were always so supportive of me, even if it meant you’d have to sacrifice your sleep. I would sit at the desk, scribbling down songs until way after midnight and you’d fall asleep on my shoulder. I really loved that. Did you ever get a chance to read those lyrics I was always writing? They were all about you. You know-”

Hoseok was cut off mid-sentence by the voicemail beeping, indicating that he’d exceeded the amount of space to record the message. 

“Ah, the voicemail cut off…Anyways, I still write about you. If I could see you again, I’d sit with you in the studio and read you every song I wrote you. I want to pour my heart out to you and tell you all the things I couldn’t say before because I was too shy. Please…” Hoseok paused for a moment and you could hear a faint sniffling on the other end before the phone clicked, ending the voicemail.

The messages began to become repetitive as Hoseok stated how much he missed you in each one along with another now aching memory of your relationship. You’d be lying if you said you were completely over Hoseok, and these voicemails were just causing you more pain. Yet you couldn’t stop listening to them because maybe he’d finally tell you he was over it, that he hated you because you never called back, and then you’d be able to get over him.

You skipped ahead to the most recent one that he’d left just yesterday.

“Y/N,” Hoseok spoke raspily over the phone, he sounded awful.

“I’m so tired. I just want to see you, to feel your arms around me and to take in your sweet scent. I don’t eat anymore. Not that I’m trying to make you feel guilty, I just don’t feel hungry because every single thing reminds me of you and it’s all too painful. Do you remember that time I texted you after practice that I was so tired and so hungry that I thought I might die?” He paused to let out a sad chuckle. “I was exaggerating of course, but you got so concerned that you showed up with an absurd amount of food and I felt like I’d never move again after eating everything you cooked for me. I miss that…I don’t think I’ll ever feel as happy as I did that day when my sweet jagi came to take care of me.”

You couldn’t bear to listen to anymore and turned your phone off, tossing it across the room. You held your head in your hands as hot, angry tears spilled from your eyes and rolled down your cheeks. You couldn’t handle listening to Hoseok reminding you of all the memories you’d made together; they made your heart ache. The way his voice had sounded so exhausted and detached. It wasn’t the bubbly Hoseok you knew, the one who always had a smile stretched across his face and would never fail to make you smile the same way.

No. You couldn’t think like this, not after the things he said to you when you broke up. He told you he didn’t care and now here he was, flooding your phone with apologies. You’d ignore him, he’d stop eventually and you’d be able to forget him. 

A moment later, you heard your phone ding from where it’d landed across the room. You slowly stood up and made your way over to it, turning it over to see the screen lit up with a text message. The phone dinged again, and again, and again. A string up messages popped up one after the other, each one labeled with Hoseok’s name on it.

“Jagi! Your voicemail box was full and I had to tell you something.”

“I saw something at the store that reminded me of you, do you want to see it?” An image of a cute figurine sitting in the window of a store appeared before Hoseok proceeded to send another string of texts.

“I thought it looked as cute as you! Do you remember the aegyo competitions we used to have? You’d always win of course…” You couldn’t take it anymore, you couldn’t handle seeing him dump his thoughts of you into your phone. This had to end now. 

“Jung Hoseok stop calling me and stop messaging me. I don’t want to see you and I don’t miss you. Leave. Me. Alone.” You pressed send, hoping that breaking his heart like this would be enough for him to finally stop. As an extra precaution, you opened his number on your phone and blocked him from contacting you any longer. 

– 

It had been exactly one week since Hoseok stopped trying to contact you after you blocked his number on your phone. You half expected him to show up at your apartment and sit outside the door until you spoke to him, but you were relieved to see he had some sense left to refrain from doing so. 

You were just beginning to get over him and you had started to be happier knowing that you were recovering. However, nothing good lasts forever as you received a call from a quite distressed Namjoon the following day. At first, when you saw the name on your phone screen, you considered not picking up because Namjoon never called you and he certainly couldn’t have a reason now that you and Hoseok were broken up. However, the fact that he had never tried to call you before made you wonder if he could possibly be in trouble. You hesitantly picked up the phone just before it stopped ringing.

“H-hello?” You spoke nervously, wondering what Namjoon could have needed from you.

“Y/N? It’s Namjoon…” He spoke over the receiver before quietly whispering to someone else in the background. 

“I know it’s you, is there any reason you called me?

“Yeah, listen, I need you to come over to our dorm right now.”

“Excuse me, what? Why?” This was all too suspicious; why did he need you at the dorm? 

“I can’t tell you why, please just come over as soon as you can.” 

“Namjoon, I don’t think I’m really comfortable coming over there. I’m sorry, you have to understand that I just don’t think it would be the best idea for me to-” You were cut off by Namjoon who continued to persuade you all while fighting off whoever was bugging him in the background. 

“Y/N please, I’m begging you. I would never ask you for a favor if I could help it, but you need to come here. Now.” With that, he hung up. You didn’t want to go. What if Hoseok was there? You didn’t know if you could handle seeing him after you’d spent the last week trying so hard to forget everything. Nonetheless, it didn’t seem like Namjoon was really giving you a choice here; he wasn’t going to leave you alone until you complied. You reluctantly gathered your things and headed over to the dorm.

– 

When you arrived, Namjoon met you at the door and silently led you inside.

“Are you going to tell me why you needed me here so urgently now?” You asked, finally breaking the silence as the two of you walked down the hall. 

“I didn’t want to tell you over the phone out fear that you’d refuse to come. Besides, I think it’d be better if you saw it rather than heard from someone else.”

“What are you talking abo-” You stopped speaking mid-sentence when you realized where Namjoon was taking you. He looked down at you hopefully as he gestured towards Hoseok’s closed bedroom door. Immediately, you felt anger and anxiety bubbling up inside you and you turned to storm back home, only to for Namjoon to grab you by the wrist and pull you back. 

“You need to talk to him. Please.”

“No.”

“Y/N.”

No. I don’t want to talk to him! I’m going home.” You stated while trying to free yourself from Namjoon’s grip. Of course, this was why he brought you here. How could you have not realized this? 

“Y/N I know you want nothing to do with him, in fact, he told me you blocked his number, but you don’t know what he’s become. He won’t eat and he won’t sleep, he won’t do anything really.”

“Trust me, I know.” You said bitterly, thinking back to the endless voicemails you’d listened to. 

“But you haven’t seen the state he’s in. He looks like hell and he’s always too tired to do anything. He won’t come to practice, and if we force him to, he does terribly. He just stays locked up in his room and refuses to speak to any of us. I know you don’t want to see him, but please talk to him, for our sake. I don’t believe that you don’t hold even a little bit of care for his well being. You were together for a really long time after all.” Namjoon rambled on about all the ways Hoseok had let himself go.

“Okay, fine! I’ll do it,” you said grudgingly as a faint smile of relief appeared on Namjoon’s face. He stepped out of the way and gestured towards the door before turning around and disappearing down the hallway, leaving you alone outside the bedroom. 

You turned towards the door, taking in a deep breath before knocking gingerly on the door. When there was no answer, you carefully turned the knob and swung open the door to see the room empty. Upon closer inspection, you noticed a human shaped lump hidden under a pile of blankets on the bed, which you assumed to be Hoseok as you stepped towards him. You looked around the room, clothes scattered the floor and papers littered the desk; it was a complete pigsty. 

You walked through the room, being careful to step around the mess, until you were standing in front of the bed. A low groan emitted from under the lumped covers as the person underneath them shifted.

“Go away Namjoon. I’m not coming to practice today.” Hoseok spoke raspily. The state he was living in made you furious because he wasn’t taking care of himself which was making the other members’ lives harder. 

You grabbed hold of the covers before yanking them back and glaring down at the figure curled up on the bed. Namjoon was right, he did look like hell. His face was sunken and his hair was a knotted mess. He looked as if he could have shattered upon the slightest touch. Upon seeing him like this, you felt a pang of pity for Hoseok.

Once the covers were pulled off of him, Hoseok turned over to grumble at who he thought was Namjoon, but choked on his words upon seeing you standing there instead. He stared in disbelief for a moment before sitting up at once.

“Shit…is it really you? Or have I begun hallucinating?” Hoseok mumbled to himself as he reached out a hand to touch your arm, checking if you were truly standing before him. You stared at him silently before he continued to speak.

“Y/N…what are you doing here? Shit, I didn’t think you’d have to see me like this. If I knew you were coming I would have attempted to clean up a bit, although I’d have no way of knowing seeing as you blocked my number…” He said sadly staring at the floor while wringing his hands nervously. 

Suddenly you felt tears welling up in your eyes, and the next thing you knew, they were spilling down your cheeks in a steady stream. Hoseok looked up at once when he heard you sniffle and his expression fell even further when he saw the tears staining your skin. 

“Oh no, you’re crying, don’t cry! Please, don’t cry! Jagi…jagi I’m so sorry for what I did, for all that I said. You don’t know how awful I felt that day we fought when you left after telling me it was over…my world was shattered. I didn’t know how to function anymore; all I could think of was you and it ate me away. I didn’t want to do anything anymore if I didn’t have you. I need you. Please…listen to me, give me another chance.” 

All at once, every emotion you had been repressing about this breakup came flooding back and you couldn’t help but break down in front of Hoseok. You sank to the floor, sniffling in between sobs and a moment later you felt a pair of arms wrap themselves tightly around you. You no longer could find the strength to yell at Hoseok for how he’d been treating himself nor could you push him away after he’d begun stroking your hair soothingly. It was him who needed comforting after you saw what he’d become, but here he was, comforting you instead. 

He knew exactly how to make you feel better as he had done many times before; one arm around you, pulling you close to him until you leaned against him. The other was stroking your hair while humming. After a few minutes, Hoseok finally spoke up, keeping his voice low as he whispered calmly into your ear. 

“It breaks my heart to know that I was the cause of this. I never want to see you unhappy and If you will allow me, I want to be the one to make sure you always have a smile on your face.” Every promise you had made yourself during the past two weeks, that you’d never forgive him and that you’d never give him a second chance, came tumbling down. You wanted him back as much as he did because truly, you’d been falling apart too, just not as noticeably as he was. 

You nodded slightly and pulled away to look at him where he sat on the floor in front of you. Just as he couldn’t bear to see you cry, you couldn’t bear to see him as the sickly person he’d allowed himself to turn into; you wanted to be the one to help him recover. You nodded again to show that you’d accepted him. He breathed a sigh of relief before reaching to place his hands on either sides of your face, his thumbs wiping away the last of the tears on your cheeks.

Without another word, he immediately leaned forward to crash his lips to yours while tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling you closer. He smiled into the kiss as he moved to wrap his arms around your waist and then rested his head in the crook of your neck. 

“Thank you, jagi.” He finally spoke up, a huge smile stretching across his face. After a moment, you realized that you couldn’t let Hoseok off the hook so easily – you were still upset at him for how he’d been treating himself during the past few weeks.

“Hey, just because I forgave you, doesn’t mean that you’re not going to get an earful about not taking care of yourself. Have you looked in the mirror lately? You look like death himself and look at the state of your room! There are papers and clothes everywhere; how can you live like this?” You had just begun scolding Hoseok when he let out a giggle. “Why are you laughing? I’m yelling at you right now!”

“Ah, I’m just happy! If it means I have you back, you can scold me all you want about not eating properly or making a mess. I just want to be with you.” He said lovingly, taking his your hands in his while placing soft kisses on them.

“Oh right, that’s another thing. What were you thinking, skipping all your meals? Did you really think I was going to let you get away with doing that? Your punishment is being fed so much food that you’ll never move again. Now, get up.” You tried to be stern with him, but after seeing the color rush back into his face as he returned to his lively nature, you couldn’t help but be overjoyed. Hoseok let out another laugh before pressing his lips to yours once more and standing up. He grabbed your hands to help you up before pulling you onto his back piggy-back style and running out into the hallway towards the kitchen. The dorm was once more filled with his energetic voice and this was appreciated by you as well as the other members. 

After all, the world could never go around if the sun wasn’t shining. 


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Demons

Pairing: Linstead
Timeline: Sometime after 4.18
Genre: Angst/Comfort

A/N: I hope you didn’t forget me yet. I hope you like this, it just sort of poured out. As always you can thank @allenting​ for encouraging my headcanons (what would I do without you to feed my giant ego).

I think this was the hardest thing for me to write. I really wanted to get the conversation and the reasons right. I hope I managed to keep it in character.

I’ll appreciate any feedback!!

For the longest time, Erin’s favourite part of the day was coming home and snuggling into Jay’s chest after a tough day at work. Now, she has to be satisfied with a long-awaited beer at her favourite bar. The added bonus is that Jay is also there at the moment, and she can at least stare at him longingly, if nothing else.

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anonymous asked:

top 10 favorite fics?

This has been sitting in my inbox for a hot minute, honestly, because this is a super difficult question. I’m sorry it’s taken so long to answer! I want to preface by saying that I’ve read a ridiculous amount of fic in this fandom, and I’ve loved so much of it, and there are plenty of fics that I would die for that aren’t on this list. also i’m constantly reading and finding new universes to love, so this list could change any day? but here goes, my top 10 favorite (at this very moment in time) hl fics:

10. Relief Next To Me by dolce_piccante (334k)

What can I say? Is this fic overhyped? Maybe. Is it ridiculously long? Sure. Is it nothing but pure fluff? Yeah, you’re right. Would I die for it? Absolutely. I find myself revisiting this universe over and over again, and that’s saying something for a fic this massive. I just love how fun the relationship is, so whenever I’m feeling blue and need to get away from anything angst, this is one of my go-to’s.

9. let it shine under the morning star, orphaned (22k)

This is one of the first fics I ever read twice (I’m not normally a fan of re-reading fics) and I still go back to it from time to time just to experience the amazing aesthetic this fic has. It’s set during the Belle Époque, one of my favorite historical eras in terms of the arts, and the imagery is just beautiful. Read this while listening to some Chopin or John Field; it’s totally lovely.

8. the impossible now by stylinsoncity (54k)

Oh, god. This fic is incredible. There are a lot of really great original plots out there, and there are a lot of good time-travel/universe swapping fics, but this one takes the cake. The angst and the conflict resolve are super well done, and this is one of those fics you just can’t stop reading even for a second. I remember staying up one night reading it all in one go, yelling at Kelli the entire time. I think I’m due to revisit this one myself!

7. You Come Beating Like Moth’s Wings by supernope (81k)

The Barcelona Fic™!!!! I read this pretty early on when I became a 1d fan and it’s stuck with me as one of the most fun and adventurous fics I’ve ever read. The entire idea of a whirlwind romance while traveling abroad is an automatic set-up for fun times (as well as a little angst) but the best part of this fic is the slow burn. If you haven’t read this one, you absolutely must.

6. Black with Autumn Rain by whimsicule (93k)

If you’re looking for originality, look no further tbh. Listen, I’m a huge horror/sci-fi/fantasy fanatic, and I’m obsessed with anything different, so obviously there’s some bias going on here, and I recognize that this fic may not be for everyone. However, it feels like this fic was written for me. This is one of those fics where the romance takes a bit of a back seat to the actual story, which is something I love, and the actual story is what keeps you hooked. On top of that, fucking phenomenal writing. Read this one when it’s raining, preferably with the lights off.

5. 210 Days by cherrystreet (16k)

Listen. Are you listening? Okay, good. This fic changed me. This was the first of Shelly’s fics that I ever read, and I couldn’t stop screaming about it for weeks. Shelly is, quite honestly, the queen of hurt and comfort. Did I cry while reading this? Of course. But I finished this fic feeling so content, hopeful even, for Harry and Louis, and for how strong their love is in this universe. I got hooked on the writing right away, but even more than that, I got introduced to Shelly’s incredible ability to write about the pain of the real world while highlighting all of the good things that happen as well. This fic is a huge gift; it brought me comfort during a really shitty time in my life, it made some of my friendships stronger, and it introduced me to one of my favorite people in this fandom. Anyway, the writing in this is totally poetic, so if you want to know what it feels like to be adored, read Harry’s letters to Louis in this fic and get back to me.

4. Have You Coming Back Again by whoknows (31k)

It’s crazy to me that this fic is number 4 on this list instead of number 1, because the first time I read this fic I ranted and raved about it for a ridiculously long time. The first time I tried to read this, I couldn’t get into it. Fortunately, I tried again after a few weeks and when I did get into it, I got into it. I adore the characterization in this fic. The writing is, of course, totally on point. “You’re just obsessed with fluff,” you might say. Well you’d be right, but that doesn’t change the fact that whoknows has a gift for writing a fun, playful romance.

3. Here in the Afterglow by fondleeds (89k)

Ah, here’s where I really get emotional. When lysha posted this, I had already read her first work, which I adored, so I was really excited for a well-done historical au (I’m a hoe for historical au if that isn’t obvious, btw). But nothing could have prepared me for this fic. Not only are all of the historical details totally spot on (the MUSIC IN THIS IS.. INCREDIBLE!!!), but the story itself handles the coming out “trope” with such incredible finesse and care, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen. There is so much LGBT+ history in this fic, and it’s treated with the respect it deserves, which is something I really haven’t ever seen in any other fic before. When I finished it, I just had this immense feeling of thankfulness for the pioneers of LGBT+ rights, which is not something you’d necessarily expect to get from a fic?? Anyways I’m rambling but I really can’t emphasize enough how wonderful and important to me this fic is. You absolutely must listen to 70′s rock while reading this, btw.

2. It Comes and Goes in Waves/It Always Does by roaroftheninth (51k)

Am I a fake for making this my #2 even though I only first read it a few days ago? Maybe. This fic, just recently completed, is another absolutely original fic that stands out from anything I’ve ever read. The thing about this fic is, the romance (like BWAR) is secondary. This is more a story about a soldier, who has to deal with the loss and pain he was left with after WWII, and his struggle to accept his own self-worth and happiness. Everything about the story itself is just flawless: the writing, the characterization, the plot, the imagery, the dialogue, the vocabulary itself - all of it is fantastic. I know the MCD tag scares people (it definitely scares me too!) but I promise it’s survivable, and the ending is happy! Given, if you like cookie-cutter fic with a predictable plot with all smiles and no tears, this fic isn’t for you. Then again, real life probably isn’t for you. If you want to read something real, something powerful and thought-provoking, read this. (Also, bonus points to this fic for SLOWWWW burn, an amazing tension-release, and a beautiful ending).

1. Tug-of-War by cherrystreet (63k)

You knew I couldn’t make a fic rec without having cherrystreet on here twice, right? The reality is, all of Shelly’s fics should be in my top 10, because I love them all, but there is no universe that compares to TOW. As always, her writing and characterization are on point. It’s obvious how much Shelly cares for this universe in the details of this fic, and it’s obvious how much she loves Louis and Harry in the way she carefully handles their fragile hearts in this particularly angst-driven story. Like the previous recommendation, this fic perfectly captures the pain of the real world, while still emphasizing that things can get better, that if you don’t give up, or even if you have already given up, you can change things for yourself just by believing that you deserve it. This fic is, naturally, littered with hardships and addresses real human sorrow, but it’s also full of love and hope, and lots of laughter. I’ve read it multiple times, and every time I’m left smiling and a little more in love with hl than I was before, so if you’re waiting to read this one or you haven’t done it yet because you’re afraid of the angst, I promise it won’t hurt you.

Sorry this was so long and so extra, but Top 10 is truly an outrageously difficult question! And like… it could change by tomorrow, for all I know! Anyways I hope you enjoy these if you haven’t read them yet, and even if you have read them maybe try giving some of them another go! All of these universes are too wonderful not to enjoy multiple times.

Four Seasons

Genre: Fluff/Slight Angst

Characters: Shapeshifter!Taehyung x College Student!Reader

Word Count: 3,879

A/N: This is a bit different from what I usually write, in terms of story and perspective. This is the first time I’ve written something in first person >.< I feel nervous posting this, hope you guys enjoy it!

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Spring

[March]

             My stomach churned in disgust at the sight before me, there was a pair of boys no older than seventeen surrounding a medium sized dog. The poor thing cowered in fear as the two threw what seemed to be small rocks at him. The closer I got the louder the dog’s whines got as well as their laughter, I couldn’t fathom how someone could obtain joy from causing misery to such an innocent creature.

             “What the hell do you brats think you’re doing?” I screeched storming over to the boys. “Leave him alone.”

             “Who?” asked the taller one between the two. “Him?” the boy sneered pointing at the dog and before I could respond he had kicked him. Its pained cry was more than enough to elicit a response from me. I found myself shoving the boy hard enough to make him fall and that’s when his friend came rushing towards me, quickly I pulled the detachable pepper spray off my lanyard and sprayed it in the second boy’s eyes. He groaned in pain while desperately trying to rub the irritating substance out. From the corner of my eye I spotted someone move, when I had turned around I realized it was the guy I had pushed down earlier, I flinched as he lifted his fist and prepared myself for the impact, but it never came. My eyes snapped open at the sound of a howl, except this time it wasn’t coming from the dog. The boy who had been charging towards me was on the ground clutching his leg, droplets of blood trickled down his khaki pants and the dog they had previously been picking on was hovering above him growling.

             “You stupid piece of shi–“

             “Leave now, both of you or I’ll call the cops.” I threatened taking out my phone.

             “You wouldn’t dare!” muttered his pepper sprayed companion.

             “I can and I will.” It wasn’t until they saw me typing in the number that the two scrambled off as fast as they could in their current physical state, but not without cursing me under their breath.

             Immediately my attention was brought back to the dog, I crouched down to his level and he took a step back. The courageous dog that had saved me a few minutes ago had reverted back to the frightened creature I had first encountered. He didn’t have a collar and judging from his body he hadn’t eaten in days, his yellow fur was covered in dirt, but what made my heart drop were the cuts adorning his fragile frame. Gingerly I extended my hand out for him to sniff, which seemed to have startled him because he flinched in response. I couldn’t hold my tears back anymore and one by one they spilled, I couldn’t understand how people could ever lay their hands on such sweet and loving animals.

             “Don’t worry, I would never hurt you. It’s okay baby, everything is okay now.” I cooed trying to calm him down. “I’m here now…” Timidly he stepped forward and sniffed my palm, next thing I knew the Labrador had placed his head under my hand. A tiny smile tugged on my trembling lips at the small, but heartwarming gesture. “Let’s go home, okay?” I murmured softly while gently stroking his head.

[April]

             He didn’t take as much time to adjust as I thought he would because in the course of four weeks the faint-hearted Labrador I’d taken in had transformed into the most outgoing and loving dog I had ever come to meet. I could only imagine how hard it must have been for him at first, he would spend most of his days curled up in the corner of my living room and would only get up and approach me when he needed to use the bathroom. Getting him to eat was quite the challenge as well, no matter what brand of food I bought him he wouldn’t give it so much as a second glance. It wasn’t until one day that I sat down across from him with my own dinner that he started to dig in, he could care less about what kind of food I fed him as long as I kept him company while he ate it.

             “You’ve healed up quite well V!” I beamed scratching behind his right ear, which was currently his favorite spot. “Today after my last class I stopped by the pet store and got you a little something.” I stood up from the couch and headed towards my backpack, I reached in for the item then discretely I placed it behind my back and walked back to the couch where he was seated. “Ta-da!” I revealed to him a black collar with a stainless steel tag that had his name, our address, and my number engraved on it. His tail waged in excitement and he let out an approving bark letting me know he loved it.

[May]

             “What’s that V?” I inquired as I grabbed the yellow lab’s face. “Looks like you have some dirt on your nose, silly dog.” I tenderly rubbed my thumb over the brown spot on his pink nose, but it didn’t come off. I scrunched my face in confusion and I squinted my eyes at the small dot. “Oh, that’s not dirt, looks like that’s a mole! How cute!” I squealed and placed a soft kiss on the brown speck. In return V jumped on my lap and licked my face, with that alone he had made my whole week– no, month.


Summer

[June]

             Something V seemed to love was walks, he couldn’t wait to go on them. Every single day at 5:00PM on the dot he would approach me with his leash in his mouth and a wagging tail letting me know it was time. Walks with V were always interesting because of him I’d explored parts of my neighborhood I didn’t know existed, sometimes I wondered if he was the one walking me.

             I noticed that out of all the places we’d been to V’s favorite and most frequented was the park. He loved interacting with people, especially the children. As soon as we’d arrive the kids would flock to him bombarding me with the same question ‘Can I please pet him?’ and as always I’d say yes. I would watch as he’d happily bask in the attention of the children, sometimes he would even play with them. Kids, parents, teens, the elderly, everyone loved V, including myself.

[July]

             Going home was usually the most exciting part of my day because that meant I got to see V. He would always be sitting by the door waiting for me and as soon as I turned the knob he would enthusiastically bark, then once I’d step foot inside our shared apartment he would jump on me and shower me with kisses. V had the ability to turn a bad day into a good one and good day into a day great one. Although I had told people that I had rescued him four months ago as the days went by I started to believe that perhaps he was the one who had rescued me. Now that I had him I couldn’t imagine my life without him, to me, he was much more than just a pet.

[August]

             There were some weekends where I just didn’t want to get out of bed. It’s not that I was tired or anything like that, I was fed up. I’d lay there wrapped up in the ivory sheets staring at nothing in particular while letting my thoughts and own emotions devour me. The more I’d think about my problems the bigger they seemed to get, which would at times trigger my anxiety. Sometimes I felt like I was suffocating, everything seemed so difficult, but on days like those I could always count on V to snap me out of it.

             He would curl up next to me and place his head on my abdomen, which would usually soothe me. After a bit he’d get up and nudge me until I would get out of bed and do something with my day. On days like those I was constantly reminded how lucky I was to have V by my side.


Fall

[September]

             V and I had a routine, every Thursday night after dinner we could curl up on the couch and unwind by watching movies or binge watching K-dramas. He seemed to enjoy it just as much as I did, which made me it all the more fun. Although I did enjoy going out with friends, I had reserved Thursday nights for V and I because sometimes human companionship was nothing compared to that of a dog’s.

[October]

             For some reason all of my professors had decided to give me an exam in the same week, I had four tests over the course of four days. It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, sometimes I wondered if they did this on purpose. Every night I found myself going to sleep at a later time and I detested it. It was either sleep or good grades, there was no in-between.
             I glanced down at the stack of notes below me, at this point I wasn’t sure what I was reading. I had been stuck on the same sentence for the past ten minutes, I wasn’t taking anything in. My drowsy eyes shifted over towards the clock on my dresser, which marked 1:43AM, usually by this time I would be sound asleep with V. With a sigh I went back to my notes, I had to focus.

             High pitched whines brought my attention to the full-sized bed, on it was V looking at me with those big brown eyes and the saddest facial expression I had ever seen. He would always do this when I’d stay up past midnight, the poor thing couldn’t sleep without me and vice versa.
             “Five more minutes buddy…” I mumbled for the umpteenth time that night.

[November]

             I turned the knob of the door and as always I was met with an excited V, except for the first time ever I walked right past him. I dragged my feet across the laminate wood flooring and plopped myself down on the couch with my both knees against my chest and the yellow Labrador followed soon after.

             “He- He… Broke up wit- with me.” I didn’t even know I had been crying until I’d opened my mouth to speak and was met with the salty taste of tears. All the pent up emotions from earlier where finally coming out. I placed a hand over my mouth in an attempt to quiet my sobs, but it was futile. I could feel my whole body tremble as I wrapped my arms around my legs bringing them closer to me and I stayed like that for what felt like the longest.

             I jolted up the moment I felt a cold wet nose press against me. I gazed over at the yellow Labrador out of curiosity wondering what it was he wanted, what he did next shocked me. V was licking up my tears just as fast as they were coming out, I couldn’t help but let out a strangled chuckle. Was this his attempt at wiping them away?

I circled my arms around his neck and brought him in for a heartfelt hug and croaked into his fur. “I love you so much V.” he barked back in response, if only I knew what he was trying to say.


Winter

[December]

             With finals out of the way I would have the rest of the month to do as I pleased and that meant spending more time with friends, family, and most of all V or so I thought. The stress from finals seemed to have taken a toll on my immune system because I was currently lying in bed under two thick blankets while wearing an oversized hoodie with what I considered one of the worst colds I’d ever caught.

            My head was pounding and my whole body was aching. My nightstand was covered in tissues and cough drop wrappers. I had gotten to a point where I could only breathe through my mouth because my nose was so congested. When I turned on my side I was met with none other than V, throughout these last couple of days he had not left my side once. The sweet yellow Labrador would follow me everywhere, even the bathroom. As I gazed at the dog laying besides me my heart swelled with delight knowing that in his own way he was taking care of me.

[January]

             I carefully opened the front door trying not to make any noise seeing how it was 2:05AM. It wasn’t unusual for me to come home at obscure hours whenever I hung out with my friends. As always when this would happen V was laying on the couch waiting for me. The first couple times he had done this I thought it had been a coincidence, but as time went on he continued. Instead of coming home and finding my dog sleeping soundly on our shared bed he would be laying or sitting on the couch cautiously watching the front door hoping for me to return safely.

[February]

             Growing up I had always wanted a dog, but my dad didn’t like them so I was never able to own one. Since V was my first dog ever it was of no surprise to everyone how much I’d spoil him. From toys to food I would only give my baby V the best, because he was the best thing to ever happen to me. I strived my best to make him happy and I think he did the same with me.

[March]

             Today marked the one year anniversary since V and I met, which is why I decided to throw a small party with just him and I. I had no idea when his birthday was so I decided we’d just celebrate it today. I decorated the house with streamers and balloons, if someone were to walk in they’d probably be flabbergasted to find out I had done all of this for a dog, but he wasn’t just any dog he was V, my V.
             I set the homemade doggie birthday cake down in the center of my wooden coffee table and looked over to my yellow Labrador who was currently seated on the other side across from me. I couldn’t help but smile at how cute he looked in his colorful birthday hat, I adjusted my own before reaching into my pocket and grabbing my phone in order to snap a photo.

             Before I was able to take the photo I realized something was off. “Oh, silly me… I forgot the candle, stay still V, I’ll be right back!”

             I rummaged through the kitchen drawer for the box of candles I had picked up the other day at the supermarket, they had to be here somewhere. A loud sudden noise coming from the living room captured my attention, immediate I rushed in to see what it was. I screamed in horror at the sight I was met with, in my living room there was a fully grown naked male in nothing but a birthday hat. He was tall and had sun kissed skin, disheveled light blonde hair, and the prettiest pair of dark brown eyes I had ever seen. My eyes shifted away from him and everywhere else, there was absolutely no sign of my dog.

             “W- Who are you and what have you done to my dog? Where is V and why are you wearing his hat?” there was an obvious waver to my voice, I’m surprised I was able to get the words out my mouth.

             The man tilted his head in confusion as he spoke. “What do you mean Y/N? It’s me V, but I would prefer if you called me by my real name, Kim Taehyung.” His voice was deep and powerful, which was not something I was expecting from a flower boy like himself.

             “V? You’re not V, you’re crazy that’s what you are! How did you get in here and where the hell are your clothes? Give me my dog back… or… or I’ll call the police!”

             “No, no, no! Please don’t call the police Y/N, it’s-“
             “How do you know my name? Are you some kind of stalker? Oh god, that’s it, isn’t it? Please don’t tell me you’re holding my dog hostage.” I blurted out in a panic.

             The man crossed his arms and shook his head at me. “Jesus, Y/N we need to cut back on the K-dramas, don’t we?”

             “How do you know I- Forget it, where’s my baby V?”

             “I already told you, I’m right here.” The handsome stranger murmured jutting his bottom lip out. “Why don’t you listen?” he whined almost in a childlike manner.

             “I am listening, but you’re speaking nothing but nonsense! You expect me to believe you’re V, my precious yellow Labrador? You, a fully grown man? Do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds?” I groused running my hand through my long locks in a frustrated manner.

             “Well, when you put it that way it does sound a bit silly… But you’ve got to believe me!” he begged.
             “And why’s that?”

             “Because I’m telling the truth! Y/N I swear I would never lie to you!” Is it crazy that part of me wanted to believe him?  

             “You’re insane…and I’m insane for putting up with you for this long… Where’s my phone?” I mumbled patting my pockets for the device, but ‘Taehyung’ didn’t seem too keen on the idea of me dailing 911 because he stepped forward with wide eyes. While he took a step forward I took one back until I was pressed against the wall. My hands trembled in fear as he got closer and in an attempt to get him to stop I let out a high pitched shriek and extended my arms out. “Don’t! Do- don’t you dare ge- get any closer.” Thankfully he came to a halt three feet from me and I let out a sigh of relief.

             “Y/N I’m telling the truth, you’ve gotta believe me!” The blonde pleaded looking straight into my eyes. Those eyes, I felt a sense of déjà vu when looking into his dark brown irises. Maybe it was him, maybe he was V- No, what am I thinking?

             “Prove it to me… Prove to me that you’re V.” What the hell am I saying?

             “How? Oh, I know!” I watched intensely as he tilted his head upwards and pointed at his nose. “Look, it’s my mole!” He’s right, that’s the same mole V had on his nose and on the exact same spot too.

             “Th- That doesn’t prove an- anything! It’s nothing more than a coincidence!” I countered in denial.

             “But it’s not just a coincidence…” he responded dejectedly. “Oh, I know! How about I tell you things only V would know.”

             “Like what?”

             “Like how you sing to Bruno Mars in the shower.”

             I scoffed at his reply. “I’m sure a lot of people do that… He’s quite popular.” I reasoned.

             “Last week you ate a dumpling that fell on the kitchen floor.”

             My face heated up in embarrassment at the familiar memory. “In my defense that floor was clean.”
             “Also about a month ago when you were walking me in the park you were too busy checking out that pretty boy and so you tripped over your own two feet and fell.”

             I had not told anyone any of this ever, especially not what happened at the park. “V?” I gasped.

             “I already told you, it’s Taehyung.” He grumbled clucking his tongue. “But yes, it’s me!” he beamed shooting me the cutest rectangular smile I’d ever seen.

             Then I remembered “V- I mean Taehyung, why are you naked?” I squeaked tearing my eyes away from him.

             “What’s the big deal? I’ve seen you naked plenty of times.” Taehyung argued, he wasn’t wrong. Sometimes V would sit next to the tub while I took a nice hot and relaxing bath or he’d happen to be in the room whenever I was changing, I didn’t overthink it, after all he was just a dog. But that was then and this is now.

             “I- I don’t ca- care! Wait here.” I ordered as I ran off to my bedroom to look for something that would fit him. Luckily I was able to find a spare pair of underwear, joggers, and a T-shirt one of my guy friends had forgotten when we went swimming in my apartment’s pool in the summer. “Here you go, use the bathroom to change.” I told him looking off to the side in order to avoid looking at his nude form. Not long after Taehyung had returned fully dressed and I was having a hard time keeping my eyes off of him, how could someone look so good in something so simple? “So…”

             “Yes?”

             “What the hell is going on?” I asked hoping to get answers.

             “I know this might be hard to believe, but I’m a shapeshifter. One week before we met a year ago I was messing around with my powers and I transformed into a dog because I wanted to know what it was like for a day. Unfortunately I lost control, I don’t know what happened, but I wasn’t able to return to my original form…” his tone was laced with both sadness and fear, it was difficult not to sympathize.

             “You’re a shapeshifter? Kind of like… in the books and movies?” I gawked in disbelief, I’d always thought that they were a myth like goblins and mermaids and that they resided in folklores.

             “Yes, I guess you could say that. By the way you’re taking this a lot better than I expected.” He commented with a grin.

             “Yeah… I guess so… I mean anything is possible, you know?” That and he had already proven to me that he was telling the truth. Nonetheless, I was still trying to process everything.

            “Honestly, if I hadn’t met you I don’t know what would’ve been of me… I could’ve died for all I know.”

            His words alone were enough to have a chill run down my spine, the thought of anything bad happening to him made me feel uneasy. “Don’t say that Taehyung…”

            “It’s true!” The male chirped clasping my small hands in his large ones. “Thanks to you I’ve been able to live a good life this past year and thanks to you I was able to revert back to my human form.”

            “What do you mean?” In what way could I have possibly helped?

            “For months now there’s something I’ve been dying to tell you and I truly believe that’s what drove me to break out of my previous form. It’s because of that overwhelming desire that I was able to gain control over myself in order to tell you that…that…” his tanned cheeks flushed bright red the more he stuttered and my curiosity heightened at what he wanted to say.

            “Yes, Taehyung?”

            “I love you too, Y/N.”

Machetes and Mascara

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, 

Warnings: Fluff, Some slight violence, A touch of angst. Clueless Dean, Confused Dean, Clueless Sam, Smart Castiel, Unsure reader, Attempts at humor, Romance. 

Notes: So I wrote this for @chaos-and-the-calm67 , who wasn’t feeling good and wanted some fluffy Dean to cheer her up! I hope I did this justice!! This kind of fits in with my #LoveYourFlaws challenge, although there is no song. I just went that way with the fic, and I hope that it worked! 

Word Count: 4893

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anonymous asked:

Jeanmarco?

WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME ANON

• When or if I started shipping it: I started shipping them when Marco was comforting Jean and I was like THERE IS NO HETEROSEXUAL EXPLANATION FOR THIS and I just started shipping it hehe.
• My thoughts: I do not ship them that hard because it can’t happen anymore can it…
• What makes me happy about them: I love how Marco stills stays calm and can reassure Jean, and make him believe in himself again. Marco was the only person who actually saw something in Jean as a leader figure and knew what his weakness was. They just… *sobs* HE DIDN’T DESERVE ANY OF THIS (Spoiler alert: yes I’m looking at you Annie, Reiner and Bertholdt, you’re all dead to me)
• What makes me sad about them: Well the obvious ofcourse that Marco is dead. I also hated that Jean was just so focused on Mikasa that he probably didn’t see that Marco had more feelings for him than just friendship. Maybe he did, we will never know.
• Things done in art/fic that annoys me: I HATE THOSE HALF JOKES. 
• Things I look for in art/fic: I don’t really read fanfic specifically about Marco and Jean but I do like it when they appear as a side couple (if that’s even a word)
• Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: This is only for Jean: I would like him ending up with Mikasa or Armin.
• My happily ever after for them: if Marco had stayed alive, they would surely be friends until the end but I doubt that Jean would have ever been comfortable with something more. I’M SORRY
• What is their favorite non-sexual activity? What best friends do ofcourse and Marco just calming Jean down and making sure he doesn’t run into Eren :D


As you can see I’m not shipping this as intensely as Ereri but I still love this ship. I just can’t read any fics about them because it makes me so sad that Marco isn’t there anymore and then I get angry again for the way he died. But yeah, sorry that this was super short so here have some cute fluffy Jeanmarco instead:

Originally posted by inverted-typo

And as a punishment for making me think about all of this (I’m kidding) here have a perfect summation of how I still see this ship even though Marco is dead. That Marco is actually the reasons for Jean entering the Survey corps and that he is the one who gives him strength.

Originally posted by colourblindchemist

the start of nothing

On the roof, you asked me whether Frank Ocean was a prophet.
That was a lifetime ago,
back in July when we wore sweat like a second skin—

When I looked up, I saw bombs bursting over Chelsea
in between scarlet fireworks. I will always associate you
with those bombs,
and with the muggy stickiness that clung to my legs
as I perched on the edge of my roof,
and you read to me:
I thought I was dreaming when you said you loved me
It started from nothing
I had no chance to prepare
I couldn’t see you coming

I should have known what you were going to say next,
and that you’d read those lyrics
to give me a millisecond to prepare.
A gift.
And yet I stayed oblivious, plucking mosquitoes off my skin
and dangling my feet seven stories above the world
until you asked me, again, what I thought.
And in the same breath, you prayed, “I love you. Leave her.”

Six months later, my knee has been sliced into an angry scar
from where I skinned it
escaping the roof.
Sometimes I pick at it,
and feel weak.

anonymous asked:

What the actual fuck is wrong with you, you fucked up messed up piece of shit? Being happy over findings of severe illness in another person. Have some fucking compassion. You're a fucked up horrible person. Those findings you got so excited about made someone stay up nights worried about. Their parents crying. What the fuck is wrong with you huh? Be ashamed of yourself. People like you shouldn't be allowed anywhere near a fucking hospital. Disgusting.

If I ever wrote in a post I was happy over signs of severe illness in a patient, let me assure you I definitely did NOT feel how you think I did. I find medicine fascinating. Reading about  the pathophysiology of different diseases and their treatment interests me. When I come across a case or findings I have never seen before, I am intrigued and my curiosity is piqued. However, along with being intrigued, I also feel for the patient. I think about the effects of the disease on the body and the symptoms the patient is experiencing and I feel sorry for them. Then my mind goes to how the disease could be treated, how the patient could be made comfortable and am cheered by the fact that we can help alleviate the patient’s suffering.          

 Did I make them sick? No.  Am I somehow  obstructing their treatment? No. Do I want to help them? With all of my heart. Do I want to talk to them, take a good h&p, see their various lab results and read more about their case and it’s treatment? Yes.                                                                                                                                     

Being interested in reading a patient’s file or feeling lucky to observe an operation does not mean I wish more people would get sick. 

FOR THOSE WHO DIDNT READ LORD OF SHADOWS STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM THIS POST. Thank you (and no offense)!

Looking back at the story, it was all just a fucking sad goodbye for livvy. I mean she got even her first kiss and helen back and ty was not leaving and he agreed to be parabatai with her and she found out about julian and wanted to be like him when she grew up and wanted to run an institute and help people and it was not fucking fair that tHAT SON OF A BITCH SUDDENLY TURNED BAD AND STABBED HER RIGHT IN THE FUCKING HEART AND ALSO KILLED ROBERT BECAUSE SHE CANT FUCKING UNDERSTAND THAT MAGNUS WAS NOT FEELING OK AND COULD NOT COME TO HER
BUT NOOO
SHE HAD TO GO CRAY CRAY AND KILL PEOPLE FOR NO PROPER REASON
I HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL
AND THAT YOU WILL DIE PAINFULLY
AGAIN
BECAUSE YOU SHOULD BE FUCKING DEAD ANYWAY
AND LIVVY DIDNT DESERVED THIS
SHE DID NOT
And dont even get me started about Arthur
Because that man might have not been my favourite person but he didnt deserved to die so you can live
ANDTHENKILLLIVIANDROBERTANDOTHERPEOPLEJUSTBECAUSE
No
I wont accept it
Too unfair for me
I cant wait for you to be killed
I cant