and yet i knew this word

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Hmmm… okay, I’ll start with the thing I’m most certain about!

  • After all, I think only him could put that muzzle on Sebastian…

Yes, yes and yes!! I, too, think it was RC who muzzled Sebastian and a lot of Japanese fans see it the same way. It’s very unlikely that the attackers did it because simply - why go out of their way to muzzle the dog and lock him up in a room when they kill him anyway? Also, Sebastian is supposed to be a watchdog, so he certainly wouldn’t let strangers put a muzzle on him so easily. Also, as I mentioned in this post, a lot of people in the JP fandom doubted that RC was sleeping in ch133, so at least timeline-wise it wouldn’t be impossible for RC to muzzle Sebastian while OC was taking a nap - i.e. before the whole massacre started.

As to why RC would do it, I still suspect that he was somehow involved in the attack or at least knew something would occur. In this chapter as well as in the last chapter, OC was constantly shown with “sweat drops”, indicating that he was scared and nervous, whereas RC didn’t seem as nervous as OC.

RC looks concerned, but I rather got the impression that his concerns were more like “This isn’t how we planned it. Did something go wrong?” rather than “What the hell is happening????”. What I mean is that he doesn’t look completely clueless like OC.

Especially the panel above makes me believe that he did have a clue what was happening outside the room.

Just for the record, I don’t think he killed his parents, his dog and all the servants (like I mentioned in another ask, I think the culprits were supernatural beings), but I do low-key believe he had something to do with the attack and thus was the one who 1) muzzled Sebastian and 2) took off the ring from Vincent’s finger.


And now to the other question which I’m honestly not sure about…

  • Do you think the way Yana drew Tanaka being stabbed in chapter 134 and Agni being stabbed in chapter 127 could be a hint that the same person killed both?

Mmmm, yes/no! xD I think it’s possible and actually very likely that the ‘knife guy’ (probably Lord Polaris) who killed Agni was one of the culprits who murdered the people in the Phantomhive manor on that day. The way he killed the servants so brutally and mercilessly, with all the bloodstains everywhere, reminds me of the way Agni was killed in ch127. Also, if they were indeed the same person, that would perfectly connect Blavat’s Blue Sect with the main plot, so I think it’d make sense in terms of ‘plot advancement’, too.

However, I’m not really sure if he was also the one who stabbed Tanaka :( If they were the same person, why did the ‘knife guy’ not manage to kill off Tanaka? Why didn’t he stab him multiple times in the back just like he did to Agni? Why did he let Tanaka survive?

And another reason why I have doubts is Tanaka’s behaviour.

He was clearly facing the attacker, yet he said to OC in ch62 that he didn’t see anyone. Why would he need to lie? Why can’t he just tell OC what the ‘knife guy’ looked like?

Also, considering Tanaka’s words in this month’s chapter  

“Do not come here! Lord Ciel (is)… this is too awful *for you*!”

I still suspect that the attacker Tanaka was facing was someone he and OC knew well and that Tanaka didn’t want OC to know the truth (i.e. the identity of the attacker) since it’d be too cruel for OC in particular. I’m not necessarily saying it was RC who stabbed Tanaka (I have doubts), but I think it’s at least someone whom we readers already know and that’s why I rather doubt it was the ‘knife guy’ (uness the ‘knife guy’ is someone we know - but then, if it was John Brown, for example, I wonder why 1. Brown didn’t manage to kill off Tanaka and 2. why Tanaka said “this is too awful for you” to OC? D:).

throne-of-ashes-and-beauty  asked:

BOOM, SURPRISE PROMPT: TOG Ship of your choosing (Elorcan was my thought, but you, I’m trash for them). Seeing each other at their 5/10 year high school reunion. Sparks. Unrequited love. You get the idea. 😘

Elide had forgotten what the halls of East Terrasen High smelled like, how they looked, how they had tiny, profane words written on the red, metal lockers.

She hadn’t wanted to come, but Manon had coaxed her into it - only for her to ditch last minute.

I’m sick, she had texted, when in reality, she knew Dorian had just gotten home from his work travels and Manon had made other plans.

Elide wanted to be mad, but she couldn’t blame her friend.

Elide was a sucker for love.

Yet, as she walked into the gym, she had wished Manon was there with her. Just so she wouldn’t feel so awkward and out of place. 

But awkward and out of place, she was.

“Elide!”

She spun around, long, black hair flying as she did so. Across the room, on the other side of the refreshments table, she spotted a trio: Aelin Galathynius, Rowan Whitethorn, and Lorcan Salvaterre.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Lorcan.

She knew he would be there, but she didn’t think she would have to run into him so soon. She didn’t even have time to prepare herself. Didn’t even have time to hide her expressions, which were written clear as day across her face as she walked to the small group.

Aelin instantly wrapped her in a hug. “Elide! It’s been years! How are you? What’s new?”

“Oh. You know.” She laughed nervously. “Just been working. I’m a Vet. How about you? My gods, it’s been, what? Ten years?”

Aelin grinned and held up her left hand, an absurdly large diamond had consumed her ring finger. “Married eight years. Three kids. All of them look like dad.” 

She gestured to Rowan, who smiled at Elide, kindly. “It’s nice to see you, Elide.”

“You too,” she said, nudging his arm.

“And what about you?” Elide faced Lorcan, who was watching her with an intensity she hadn’t seen in ten years.

Aelin cleared her throat. “Oh, uh, I just remembered. We have to call and tell the kids goodnight. Aedion’s watching them, and, um, he needs us to….call.”

She elbowed Rowan in the ribs, and her husband simply rolled his eyes, then said robotically, “Yes. We must call. The children. Aedion. They need us.”

As they wandered off, and as Elide caught Aelin scolding Rowan, Lorcan’s intensity faded and he tried his best to smile.

Which just came off as uncomfortable.

“So. How have you been?” he asked, at last.

“Good, really good.”

He nodded. “Good.”

They stood in silence for a moment before Elide shook her head, and began to back away. “I’m sorry. I have to go.”

She ran from the middle of the gym, to the exit, into the hallway. No one was there, and she was grateful for that, because she was pretty sure she was coming off as utterly pathetic.

“Elide!”

She knew he would come after her. It was what he did. It was what he was good at.

Apologizing. 

“Elide!”

When he said her name the second time, she stopped, and she wasn’t sure why, but she turned to face him.

He was only a foot away now, staring at her, a silent plea in his eyes.

“Please, don’t go.”

“I shouldn’t have come to begin with,” she said, quietly. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t go,” he repeated.

Elide shook her head, and looked everywhere but directly at him. “You left me.”

He froze, his face falling. 

He had left her. Ten years ago, he had left her to go to college across the country. He had promised to write, had promised that they would make it work, but she had never heard from him.

And after a month passed of her trying to get a hold of him, of trying to just contact him, she gave up.

She hadn’t heard from him since the day he left.

“I’m sorry,” he said, and Elide hated herself for believing it. “I was young. And stupid. And I didn’t know what I wanted. And you have no right to believe me, but I spent so many nights lying awake, thinking about you, wishing I hadn’t messed everything up. You’re the only reason I came tonight. Although, I hoped it would go a lot better than this.”

Elide didn’t say anything. She watched him, watched his expressions, watched the mannerisms she had known so well all those years ago.

He was telling the truth, and she hated that the most.

“I missed you,” he said, and she knew how hard it was for him to admit. “I love you. I’ve always loved you. I never stopped.” He held out his hand. “Don’t go. Not yet.”

Elide wanted to scream. She wanted to yell, and grab him by the shoulders, and shake him until he fell over. Instead, she took a deep breath, and simply said, “You have fifteen minutes. If I’m not impressed, I’m leaving.”

But she was already impressed. Mostly because she missed him. Mostly, because after ten years, he was still the only man she had ever loved.

Even if the tall, lanky boy she had known and loved was now a tall, buff, incredibly attractive man.

Lorcan smiled as she placed her small, delicate hand in his. “That’s all I ask.”

He’d better not mess it up.

Again.


So, sorry if this sucked. Lol. I hope you liked it!

And it was one

of the hardest decisions

that I’ve made.


To walk away

from someone

I knew I can

always fight for.


Yet the truth is,

love was always

hard if it’s

one sided.

Even if it’s exactly

what you thought

you’re looking for.

“Would you forget?“

No extended summary at the moment because everything below is a spoiler (!!), I’ll just say heartbreak and party. 

Warning: swearing & mild SPOILERS for Episode 2 (you’ve been warned!)
Steve Harrington x Reader
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I’ll admit it. It’s been a rough couple of years for me. As for the people who know of my story , I know what they’re all thinking after they’ve heard it, how sad.

Every time I explain the moments that bit at my soul, it would be ripped off viciously again.

Again. And again. And again.

Feeling like I was cursed to relive those moments for the rest of my life because there is always going to be someone who will not know. Who will ask. Who will say, “I want to know more about you.” Who will not have anything to say after other than I’m sorry.

The one thing I noticed was that people would take my words and choose the ones they believed were the most depressing. As if I was a non-fictional essay novel with its pages open for the world to dissect.

While I do not mind anyone who’s heard my story to do this, no one has picked the one I thought was sad.

“No one ever taught me.”

The only reason I think this one saying is so sad is because I’ve heard it so many other times from other people and yet I thought nothing of it. Now having gone through what I did, I’ve said that. Those exact words.

Now sure some people might say it in complete confidence, as of way to show that they were a strong individual. That they didn’t always have to depend on someone.

For me…that wasn’t it.

Sure, I’d try to play it off with a big cheeky smile when I was fifteen and all of my friends thought it was so cool that I knew how to drive. How smart and independent I was.

No one taught me.

I didn’t have choice.

—  @foreverdreaming252 || I kept trying over and over again. ||
arguments || t.h

Relationship: Tom Holland x reader

Summary: You and Tom get into a fight about how the media portrays you and you let secrets spill before Tom regrets ever getting in a fight with you and tries to make it up.

Warnings: S M U T (18+), slight angst

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: sad tom would be so cute lets be real


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Reputation | Richie Tozier | Part 1

Anonymous said: An IT imagine where reader is Bill’s older sister and Richie has a MASSIVE crush on her. She has a pretty bad reputation ( kinda like Bev, but worse. Like done things with Henry Bowers, etc. ) Plot can be up to you! Just maybe a scene where she’s all sassy and this kinda represents why Richie likes her so much?? Thank you. Love your writing so much!

Richie Tozier x Reader.

Warnings: Swearing.

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After the passing of your brother, Georgie, all you ever felt was grief. It followed you like a shadow every where you went. And frankly, you wanted it to piss right off. Over the months that your youngest brother had been missing and - in many eyes - presumed dead, you’d grieved in a way that worked for you. 

You’d heard all the insults before: ‘Whore’, ‘Slut’, ‘Ash-head’, ‘Chimney-breath’. The list went on, and somehow you’d learnt to live with it. Some of the things people said about you were rumours, but majority wasn’t. You were only fifteen, but had gained a name for yourself all over the town. As many would say, the list of the people you’d fucked, the amount of cigars you smoked during the day would cause a brand new pen to run out of ink before the list was even near finished. 

Long story short, you’d gained a pretty bad reputation for yourself over the course of seven months. Although, the person you once were was still there; buried underneath miles and miles of stone walls you’d built around yourself. Only a selected few were able to see this. Those who could be bothered seeing you for who you really were and not the stupid status you’d made for yourself due to the consequences of grief. 

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So I haven’t seen this mentioned yet, and it’s not really that huge of a thing– but this is just one more element that proves Dean’s absolute hopelessness.

When the angel (but at the time, we knew her as the drunk girl complaining about her “roommate” Becky) was standing by the Impala, she was obviously touching the car– Dean saw her touching the car; and even though my first instinct was to say “Hey! Hands off Baby’s glass” … Dean didn’t say a word. He watched this absolute random person do whatever she wanted, say whatever she wanted, and he just rolled his eyes and continued watching her smudge up his beloved baby’s windows– when in the past, he’s pulled his gun on people for doing much less to that ‘67 Chevy.

And since when does he ever let his baby get that dirty? Even in the worst of times, he took care of his car; and when he didn’t he had good reason: like being dead or a soulless demon.

So, losing everything … losing Cas not only made him neglect his baby, it made him not even care if other people mistreated her.

He doesn’t care because– what’s the point?

This stranger could do whatever she wanted in the thick layer of dirt that covered Baby’s beautiful paint, because to Dean, that’s all he is …

Dirt that covers what’s supposed to be good.

Dirt that takes away the shine.

Dirt … in the end, he’s as good as dirt.

So what’s the point?

We worry about things that haven’t happened yet so that if they do we can say ‘I knew it’ instead of ‘I can’t believe it.’ Because things don’t hurt as much if we see them coming. Which explains why you were always something I never expected.

It Wasn’t Real (finale)

Summary: You’re part of the infamous Loser’s Club, and often asked, what are you afraid of? You reply, nothing, but what your friends don’t know is that your biggest fear is them.

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten -eleven - finale

A/N: THIS IS IT, THE FINAL PART! FINALEEEEEEEEE

I just wanna say like thank you all so much for the wonderful support on this story, i’m seriously gonna miss writing it SO MUCH! It’s crazy to believe i’m already done, but I mean, I did upload like everyday lol. Anyway, thank you all again so much.

I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

Pairing: Richie x Reader, and Loser’s Club x Reader, also slight Stan x Reader

Warnings: force, bullying, depressing and sad tones.

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“It’s coming back now.” Stan explained, nodding at his friends who surrounded him. The group was silent, standing around Stan, battered by what had just happened in the sewers but happy that it was over and their friend was standing before them alive. “Only bits and pieces, but I remember IT just suddenly being there and that’s it. Then I woke up with you guys around.”

Silence echoed Stan’s words, as he slowly let his eyes move around the people surrounding him; hesitant to ask what was on his mind. “What happened?” It was obvious what had happened. IT had come back, just like you’d tried to tell him but Stan had been too stupid, too in-denial to listen, that’s how he found himself here. But, it was almost like there was more; like the day and a bit he’d been gone more had happened then he could ever imagine.

“Y/N t-told us about how IT had taken you.” Bill finally answered, his eyes landing on you for a split second before gazing back at Stan. “She said s-she found the words “W-WHERE’S STAN?” written on h-her ceiling in blood. A-After that, w-we came here to find you.”

As Bill explained, Stan’s eyes fell on you as you looked to the ground. The last time you’d spoken, he’d left you just standing there after practically begging for help. No part of you was mad, but you could tell he felt guilty, just by his gaze. And it didn’t help that he’d bee wrong, that’d just been proven after what’d happened.

“And um- Henry’s dead.” It wasn’t needed, but you felt like you had to say it. Henry was terrible to you but you’d still killed someone. You didn’t know what would happen, though you knew none of them would ever say anything but you’d physically murdered someone; didn’t matter if he was an asshat half of the time. “So there’s that.”

Richie noticed your discomfort, and could only imagine what you must be thinking. Leaning over, he grabbed your hand; ignoring the looks he received from the others. “You did what you had to do.” 

“Bu-”

“Richie’s right, Y/N.” Eddie interrupted you, turning to look at you with a sincere gaze. “Henry would’ve killed you if you hadn’t done what you did. He deserved it.” Richie squeezed your hand as you reluctantly nodded, giving a small smile his way.

But, we’re glad you’re okay, Stan.” Beverly smiled, her blue eyes brighter than before. Despite the fact that you’d all just come from a fight with a murderous clown and quite literally from a trip in the sewers, everyones faces seemed a whole lot brighter. Even you yourself, you felt less empty than you’d felt for so long. The world seemed brighter and a lot more colourful, rather than the dull black and white you’d been seeing it in for the past four years. 

“Yeah.” Mike agreed, nodding with a smile on his face.

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She’s Just Not That Into You » Part II (A Harry Styles Miniseries)

Miss the first part? Find it here.

Once again, this miniseries is dedicated to @stylesunchained​. I love you, B! This time around, the ever-so-lovely @chrissy22787​ helped me out, and I thank you - immensely - for that, my dear friend. 

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Even if Nick did piss him off, Harry couldn’t help but be proud of his best friend whenever he was awarded opportunities. He worked hard, and it was nice to see that hard work pay off in the end. So, when Nick mentioned that you were having a viewing party for his appearance on The Big Fat Quiz of the Year, Harry feared that he wouldn’t be able to celebrate the milestone with him.

“Ask her,” he demanded one afternoon.

Nick laughed, his eyes widening at Harry’s insistence. After little pleading from his friend, Nick sent a text asking you if Harry could be his plus one for the dinner party. Once he’d sent it, Harry forced Nick to show him the text for proof, figuring that it was just like him to say he’d asked you when he didn’t, instead showing up to the party with Harry anyway, thinking it was funny to throw both of you for a loop. Nick’s phone dinged minutes later, your name lighting up the screen. Your response of “Sure.” had caused Harry to go into an existential crisis, the wrinkle in his brow deep as he pulled at his lips.

“She doesn’t want me there,” he grunted. “‘m not goin’.”

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Save You

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A/N : Hello~! Sorry it took me so long to post another imagine, I was in a writer’s rut. But besides that how many of you guys saw the IT remake yet? I just watched it now too long along and let me tell you, it was goood. I liked it so much, I’m writing an imagine for it haha xD so in a way it inspired me 

- How Y/N began to be friends with Bill and the loser’s club. (A little background/prequel to the imagine I have planned.)- 

Word Count : 1583


The sudden chorus of rattling lockers near you caught you off guard as you were putting some books away.

“Hey there B-B-Bill, still looking for your dead brother?” You heard and without needing to look, you already knew who it was.

Henry Bowers and his goons were harassing Bill Denbrough again but by the looks of it, Bill wasn’t going to take it sitting down this time. 

“F-Fuck you, H-Henry.” Bill snapped before pushing the bully back with all the strength he could muster up, obviously angry at the mention of his brother. 

Henry stumbled back into Belch and Victor while Patrick slugged Bill into the stomach, making him hunch over in pain. The older boy then forced the boy’s back into the lockers again, the locks probably digging into his back. As if they were on autopilot, Belch and Victor reached out to grab hold on to Bill’s arms to hold him still while Patrick stepped to the side to let Henry through. With a sinister smile plastered on his face, Henry stepped closer to Bill. 

“And what if I don’t? You gonna make me disappear like Georgie?” You heard the other three idiots laugh but there was nothing funny about it. You quickly glanced up and down the hallway, trying to see if there was an adult near by that could stop all of this before it got out of hand but unfortunately there was no one. School was out for at least an hour now so you didn’t know why you even got your hopes up in the first place. “How about you join him, B-B-Bill?”

You heard a swift click slice through the air that made you bring your attention back to the boys.

Bill’s face visibly paled as the gleam of Henry’s knife caught his eyes.
Henry seemed to want to go even farther than usual but you’ve had enough. He crossed the line the moment he even decided to bully people but the moment Georgie’s name left his lips and he took out his knife, he was taking it way too far. 

You hastily closed your book bag and threw it at Henry’s head, mentally thanking your dad for trying to teach you how to throw a baseball the other summer. It must have been your lucky day because your throw was spot on and it hit him square in the face. 

Finding your courage you then grabbed the largest book in your locker and rushed over to Victor and Belch. Cracking Victor over the head before throwing the book itself at Belch, you tried to grab Bill’s hand and make your great escape but before, you could you felt a hand weave into your ponytail. Henry harshly yanked you back while your hands instantly reached up to pry his fingers out of your hair. 

Hissing from the pain, you had no other choice but to follow the pull back and soon you found yourself face to face with Henry Bowers himself. 

“H-Hey, let her go!” Bill lunged forward but Victor shoved him back. 

“I don’t think I will!” Henry screamed, shaking your head back and forth vigorously with every word. “I don’t think I will.” He said again in a calmer demeanor, the evil glint in his eyes making you uneasy. “I think Y/N deserves to be taught a lesson, don’t you think boys?” Henry traced the dull side of the knife along your cheek before pausing at the junction where your jaw and your ear met. He leaned closer to you, whispering in your ear. “This is what you get for not minding your own business.”

Having had enough of his bullshit tough guy act, you let your mouth run wild and free, not entirely caring about the repercussions at the moment.

“It’s kind of hard to mind my own god damn business when your ugly ass mullet is in everyone’s face don’t you think, Bowers? Now let me go!” You thrashed and kicked against his hold, even scratching at his hands if it’d loosen up just a little bit. 

“L-L-Let her go, H-Henry!” Bill struggled against Victor but had no luck of getting free.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you Bill?” He laughed as he pushed the tip of the blade against your skin, breaking the surface right underneath your eye. You closed your eyes, afraid to see what he was doing to you. He leisurely pushed the blade across your skin, milliliter by milliliter. 

“Stop!” You heard Bill scream but Henry seemed to be too focused on you to care. 

“Henry…” Victor mumbled loosening up his grip on Bill, looking unsure about the whole situation. 

“What!” Henry turned his attention away from you to glare at the other boy. You took the opportunity to snatch the knife out of his hands and cut yourself free. A few strands of your once long hair flowing down to the floor while the rest stayed clenched in Henry’s hand. Scrambling to your feet, you hurried to grab hold of Bill’s hand before practically dragging him down the hall with Bowers and his goons in hot pursuit. You’d get your bag some other time, maybe when your possibilities of dying weren’t so high.

“Get back here!” The two of you heard them yell after you. 

Using your shoulder, you rammed into the school doors, pushing them open. The harsh sunlight momentarily blinding you. Looking behind you, you made sure to look Henry in the eyes before chucking his knife into the bushes as far as you can. 

“Have fun finding that, fucker!” You threw him the bird, watching as he visibly turned an unhealthy shade of red. Tugging Bill in the other direction, the two of you hurried out of their sight.


You and Bill ran all the way back to his house.

“I-I think we’re safe now.” You panted as you leaned on the wooden rails on Bill’s porch, out of breathe. 

“Y-Yeah…” Bill nodded. He wasn’t as out of breathe as you were but you figured that was because he had more stamina than you did from all the biking he did with his friends. The two of you took a few more minutes to recollect yourselves before Bill spoke up again. “I-I-I’m sorry ab-bout your hair.” 

Looking down to the unfamiliar sight of loose chucks of hair sprawled around your shoulder, it finally hit you what happened. Slowly reaching up to touch the bunt cut, you held a plank expression on your face. 

To be honest, it scared Bill how quiet you were. He’s heard how important a girl’s hair was to them and he felt bad that it got cut because of him. 

Taking a deep breath, you tried to smile as you held back tears. “It’s ok! Its just hair plus I’ve been meaning to cut it away.” You waved him off as to not worry him. “What about you though? You ok?” You leaned toward him, examining his face for bruises or cuts.

Bill was taken back by your sudden closeness and quickly averted his eyes to look somewhere else. He did note how pretty you were before looking away though. “I-I’m fine.” 

“That’s good!” You pulled back with a smile on your face, pleased that he wasn’t hurting anywhere. You felt an itchy feeling on your arm and turned to see what it was when you felt something push a strand of hair behind your ear. Looking back up, you met eyes with Bill. 

“H-H-How about y-you? You ok?” Once your eyes met and the tuft of hair was neatly tucked behind your ear, Bill retracted his hand back to his side. 

You could feel the light blush on your cheeks as you smiled at him. “Just peachy.”

He smiled right back at you before pulling a little bit of his flannel’s sleeve down and wiping the blood from your cheek. 

“Thanks.” You said quietly, your cheeks turning a darker shade of red.

“N-No problem.”

Not wanting to stay too long and make the moment awkward, you decided to was time to head home. 

”I’ll see you around, Bill.” You smiled before moving to step off the porch, already thinking of ways to explain your hair to your mother. 

“W-Wait Y/N!” You made it as far as the front lawn when Bill called back to you. “Can I-I walk you home?” He stammered. 

“I’d like that.” And like the gentleman he was, Bill walked you safely back to your house and later that evening your book bag and books were mysteriously returned back to you.

Needless to say, that was the day you developed a crush on Bill Denbrough.


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Seokjin:
At this point you couldn’t even remember why you two were fighting, all you knew was there were hurtful words being said, but nothing either of you actually meant.
“Jin I can’t believe you right now, you’re such an asshole!”
“Fuck you y/n. I give up, I don’t know what you want me to do.” He said while throwing his hands in the air. You knew he would never hit you, but his sudden action caused you to flinch and cover your face in defence.
“No no no.. y/n I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to scare you, you know I’d never hurt you right? I love you, I’m sorry.”

Namjoon:
You guys were arguing because he hasn’t been home very often due to working on their comeback. You knew it wasn’t his fault, but you still wanted time with him to yourself.
“Y/n I’m sorry but I have things to do! You’re not the only important thing in my life you know!” He said while raising hands to run them through his hair in frustration. As he raised his hands, you automatically assumed he was going to hurt you, so you covered your face to defend yourself. When he saw you do this, his frustrated expression quickly turned into a soft, sad one.
“Y/n, baby. I.. I would never hurt you. I’m sorry, I know things are hard with this comeback but I promise I’ll spend more time with you, okay? I love you.”

Yoongi:
He was always blowing you off, but would never tell you why. Today was the day you found the courage to ask him why. Your mind was running wild, thinking of this possibility that he could be cheating on you broke your heart, but you needed to know.
“Yoongi, you’ve been really distant the past few weeks. Are you.. cheating on me?” You asked in almost a whisper, afraid of his reaction.
He just stared at you, both emotionless but shocked.
“What the actual fuck, y/n? You think I’d cheat on you?!” He yelled, pinning you to the wall.
He raised his hand which caused you to flinch. When he saw the scared expression on your face, he realized what he was doing and let go of you and lowered his hand. With tears in his eyes, he said;
“Y/n.. I-I’m so sorry. I don’t know what got in to me. I would never hit you, I hope you know that. I am so so sorry.. I love you..”

Hoseok:
You and Hobi have been fighting about pretty much everything lately, and he was sick of it.
“All we do it fight y/n! I don’t wanna do this anymore!”
“Do what? Be with me? Fine! I’ll leave then.” You said while walking towards the door.
He grabbed your wrist and roughly pulled you towards him which made you flinch. By now you both had tears in your eyes.
“Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so rough, I do want to be with you. I just don’t wanna fight, okay?”

Jimin:
Jimin has been spending a lot of time with his new friend. You didn’t want to assume that he had feelings for her just because she’s a girl; you knew that a boy and girl could be just friends, but whenever he texts her, he blocks his phone so you can’t see. When she calls him, he won’t answer unless you’re not there. Any logical person would think he’s cheating, so why shouldn’t you think that? And to make matters worse, it was the day before your birthday, and he was with her instead of you. He had finally come home around 2 in the morning, and that’s when you’d had enough.
“Jimin what the fuck?! You’ve been out with that girl more than we have the whole time we’ve been together!”
“So? That’s none of your business!”
“Wow, Jimin. It IS my business. You know why? Because my boyfriend who I thought I could trust is now cheating on me! Why are you even here? Why don’t you go spend time with her?”
“Jesus, y/n. I don’t need your damn permission to go out with friends! And for your information, I’ve been with her planning a surprise party for YOU. Happy fucking birthday.” He said as he threw the glass that was on the table beside him.
He turned away after that, so he didn’t realize that the glass was thrown right beside you, making you flinch and cover your face so you wouldn’t get hurt. It wasn’t until he heard your quiet cries that put his angry emotions aside and turned around to face you.
“Y/n.. jagiya, I… I’m sorry I didn’t mean to throw it at you, it was a mistake I swear. Are you okay? Baby I’m so sorry…”

Taehyung:
It was a pointless argument. Taehyung was going on and on about how you shouldn’t be wearing such a short skirt on your date, but you saw it as your body, your choice, and Taehyung telling you what you could and couldn’t wear was crossing the line. You were leaning with your back against the wall with your arms crossed.
“I can wear whatever I want Tae, you’re not the boss of me.” You said while rolling your eyes.
That, unfortunately was a mistake. You rolling your eyes, disrespecting him was enough to set him off. He had his hands balled into fists and he snapped. The next thing you knew, his fists had created two holes in the wall, both right beside your head. This, of course caused you to flinch. His face was centimetres from yours, both of you in shock. A single tear fell from your eye and that was what made Taehyung realize how violent he was being.
“I.. jagiya.. I’m sorry. I didn’t hurt you did I? You know I would never do that to you.. I don’t know what happened. I’m so sorry, I love you..”

Jungkook:
Possessiveness. Greed. Jealousy.
Not very good words, yet they describe your long time boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook. This “International Playboy” could flirt with whoever he wanted, but when you do as much as even look at another guy, all hell breaks loose when you two are alone.
“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK Y/N?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, FLIRTING WITH HIM RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME.”
He was furious. You’d never actually been scared of Jungkook, but this time was different. You may have been scared of his reaction, but you weren’t go to be treated like this nonetheless.
“I WASN’T FUCKING FLIRTING JUNGKOOK. YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT FLIRTING IS?!”
“Please, enlighten me.”
“Flirting is talking with every fucking girl you see when you’re on tour. Yeah, I know about that. I’m fucking done, jungkook. Done with your shit, done with us.”
And with that, you turned to leave your shared apartment. You had your hand on the doorknob as you felt a strong force turn you around and push you to the side. Jungkook never meant to actually push you, only to move you out of the way so you wouldn’t leave. So when he saw the shocked, scared look on your face, he immediately wanted to help in any way he could. He knelt down to help you up, but when he reached his hand out to you, you flinched and covered your face in fear he’d hurt you. This completely and utterly broke Jungkook’s heart. He loved you more than anything and you were afraid of him. This caused him to break down in tears in front of you. The rest of the night would be extremely quiet aside from him apologizing the entire night.
“I’m so sorry, y/n. I mean it. I would never purposely hurt you, I hope you know that. I’m sorry for everything.. but I do love you.”

I got way too carried away with these oops

Regret

Shiro never thought he would be that person. A person like that, he had always said, was absolutely awful. And yet here he was, sitting in front of his boyfriend and saying those disgusting words.

“Lance,” He murmurs gently, looking down at his hands quietly which sat limply in his lap. “I… I’m sorry, I can’t do this. I don’t love you anymore.

“I’ve fallen in love with someone else.”

The words stabbed through the other man’s chest like a knife, leaving him gently gasping for air. Tears bubbled up in his blue eyes, making Shiro’s heart ache with the want to just reach up and comfort him, to wrap his arms around him and hold him.

But he knew he couldn’t do that, not after what he just said. Not after what he just did. “I.. I had a feeling,” Lance finally spoke, surprising Shiro a bit as he watched the younger man scrub his eyes with his sleeves. “I didn’t want it to be true, but..”

“But?” He pressed before he could stop himself, fighting the urge to scoot closer.

“But I understand. If it will make you happy being with him, then that’s fine. I don’t want to keep you in a relationship that’ll make you miserable, you know?” He gives a dry chuckle, a sob caught in his throat as tears dripped onto his shirt.

He had seen the way Shiro’s gaze slowly lost it’s happy light each time he looked at Lance. He saw the way he gazed at him. Coming in second yet again like this really hurt. But he only wanted Shiro to be happy. It was his fault for getting so attached.

“So go ahead and go after him, okay? I hope he gives you what I couldn’t.”

“Lancey..” It was Shiro’s turn to tear up at his boyfriend’s– no, ex-boyfriend’s– words. He was so mature, handling this so well even though Shiro just broke his heart. His chest ached with emotion as he slowly reached up for Lance’s cheek.

His hand was stopped short as the smaller boy grabbed his wrist gently and shook his head, pushing it away. “That’s… That’s a bad idea. And please don’t call me that anymore. Just Lance o-okay? We can still be friends though, Shiro.”

Hearing this from his once shining blue boy, hearing Lance call him Shiro instead of Takashi, especially ‘Kashi like he used to, hurt more than he was willing to admit. It was too late to take it back. Lance was letting him go after he already had. And now Shiro had the urge to grab back on.

But.. He couldn’t. The rope was already frayed and ruined. Useless.

“Yeah… Yeah, sorry, you’re right.” He nods gently and turns his gaze away slightly to avoid Lance’s teary, red-rimmed blues. He did this to him. It was his fault.

“Well, I’ll get my stuff out then. I’ll be out of your hair soon enough.” Lance replies with a strained smile, tugging the blanket off his legs and quickly standing to avoid any more awkwardness between them. This was just how things had to be. He knew it was coming eventually.

They always found someone better.


Watching Lance go had to have been the hardest part of it all. Knowing that it was truly over, watching the boy who had brought him so much happiness, watching the boy who had helped him through so much leave without so much as a goodbye was painful.

It wrenched his heart and made his chest ache, made tears start to slip down his cheeks before he even realized he was crying.

But he chose this.

He no longer had feelings for Lance. He fell in love with Keith. He loved Keith, and Keith loved him too.

This was what he wanted.

Wasn’t it?


No, it wasn’t. After a long period of time, a good 6 months into his and Keith’s relationship, he had made his way into a coffee shop, their hands intertwined.

He hadn’t spoken to Lance in 3 months now. They had grown apart after the breakup, and it seemed to go unspoken between them that they both needed to go their separate ways. He was thoroughly over the Cuban boy.

Yet what he saw in that shop made his heart drop to his stomach.

There was Lance, sitting across from a man with long silvery hair, laughing and smiling lightheartedly. The sight of it nearly brought tears to his eyes.

And then there were the hands. Their fingers were laced together upon the table for all to see, placed right next to their coffee cups while they chatted.

‘That’s where my fingers used to fit, right between his.’ He thinks, fighting back wave after wave of emotion. ‘He used to laugh like that with me.’

If Lance had seen them, he made no show of it. He just continued to smile and laugh and joke with this mystery man while Shiro and Keith ordered. And while they sat. And while they drank.

Each moment felt like an hour, sipping on his black coffee. He could still imagine what it was like to listen to Lance give the barista his complicated order, watch her roll her eyes and turn to him, and then order his own black coffee.

Each time it would earn a giggle and a nudge from Lance. ‘Heh, what a simple man.’ He would say before paying for it himself and waiting patiently.

He could imagine the smell as Lance received his double espresso-vanilla-hazelnut-skinny-thing, imagine their fingers intertwined as they just sat together and read books or chatted about the latest.

Things were different with Keith. Keith expected conversation but made no effort to make it. He was gruff and rash, and simple like him. Usually, that’s what made them work. That should make them work. But they still had their falling outs.

They still fought, argued over petty things, sometimes someone ended up on the couch. That was normal.

‘I need to stop thinking about this.’ He tells himself quickly, sipping on his drink while Lance and mystery man got up and left without even a single glance his way. In a sense, it almost… Hurt.

Sure, he had moved on, but seeing Lance happy with someone else hurt. He didn’t know why. Maybe it was just still too fresh in his mind.

That’s what he wanted to tell himself, at least.


In his spare time, Shiro had gained the habit of semi-stalking his ex-boyfriend, checking his pages constantly to see what he was up to. Photos of them together, videos of them together, statuses and bios with each other…

It honestly hurt. He put himself through this pain. For what? He didn’t really know.

Maybe it was punishment for hurting the boy he still loves.

Pillow Talk (Steve Harrington)

Originally posted by ourmagiclovestory

@spam-to-follow requested: You asked for Steve harrington requests and I shall deliver: Christmas cuddles with *gasp* the first “I love you” from the Mr. I don’t care Harrington ?!?! 

A/N: Ok I wrote this with the biggest, mushiest smile on my face and I hope it gives you the same feels! Thank you so much for the awesome prompt, love. (:

Warnings: Sweet fluff

You could feel the pull of awareness on your dreaming subconscious, but you stubbornly yanked back and snuggled deeper into the toasty warmth that was encompassing your chilled body. It was no use though. You could see the bright, cheerful light of Christmas Eve morning burning its way through your eyelids. You blinked yourself awake blearily and took a deep, yawning breath of pure Steve Harrington. You shuffled away a bit, just enough so that you could clearly see his sleeping face.

Steve shifted and grumbled. You could feel his arms tightening their hold around you, and it caused a sleepy and satisfied smile to curve your lips. You should probably wake him up already. You had a house to ready for your troupe of teenagers, but Steve was just so cute when he was asleep. His soft, brunette hair was tousled around his head, his eyelashes were long and brushing against his cheek bones, and his face was completely serene.

You propped yourself up on one elbow, studying his profile. He wasn’t just cute, he was beautiful. A beautiful, kind hearted boy. You swallowed down the rawness of your emotions, and lifted a finger to lightly brush against his face. Down his prominent nose, lightly along his lips, to his strong chin. You traced the moles and freckles that were clustered along the left side of his throat and jaw, smiling at the pattern. They were like constellations on an inverted night sky; little dark stars against his creamy skin.

He hadn’t said the words yet, and neither had you. You knew it was hard for him. But right here, right now while you were cuddled to his side and only wearing his shirt from the night before made you want to scream it. You settled the tips of your fingers against his clavicle, staring down at sharp line with a clenched jaw.

I love you I love you I love you I LOVE YOU

The electrical currents in the air changed, you could feel it. Your eyes slipped back up to his face, watching him watch you. He smiled drowsily. The green flecks in his eyes stood out more today. You smiled back and leaned down to brush your lips against his in a tender and warm kiss.

“Good morning,” You mumbled softly, not wanting to break the magical quality of the moment.

“Morning” He whispered back, pulling you down so that you were on your laying with him on your sides. The arm that had been possessively curled around your waist moved up along your body in a gentle caress. Steve cupped the back of your neck, rubbing his fingers along the shorter baby hairs there. You could feel the tingle all the way down your spine to your lower back. You shuddered and pressed yourself closer, watching the pleased look spread across his face. “You been up long?”

“Nah,” you said huskily, “just enjoying the view.”

His eyes crinkled at the corners from the teasing tone of your voice. You lifted your hand back up to trace along his collarbone again, but Steve caught it and pressed your palm against his heart instead. “I had a dream about you.”

“Really?” You grinned, prepared for some saucy details but he was serious now. His hazel eyes flickered over you, as if they were gazing directly into your mind and you suddenly felt incredibly small and vulnerable.  You bit into your lip, and quietly asked him what it was about.

“We were here, with the kids. It was great, but then we were all at the beach and there was a bonfire.” He paused, wet his lips and moved his face until he was nearly touching his nose to yours. “You were sitting down with El and Max, and there was this little girl with long hair on your lap and she looked just like you. And Dustin and the guys, they were finding shells with this little boy and he looked like you too. A little bit of me, but mostly you.”

You lay there stunned, almost wanting to cry at the feeling that was exploding throughout your entire essence.

Say it say it say it say it I love you say it say it say it

Steve pulled his hand away from the back of your neck and cupped your entire face. He tugged your lip from between your teeth and brushed his thumb along the bright red flesh. You had to say it, had to let him know. It was clawing its way up your throat.

“I love you.” Steve said, “God Y/n, I love you so much.”

You thought your soul might have combusted in that second. A tear escaped down your cheek but Steve was quick to brush it away. You said it back, barely moving your mouth to form the words. Then you were on top of him, covers shoved away as you whimpered “I love you, I love you too Steve,” again and again.

what I found in you | 01

Originally posted by jkguks

jungkook x reader slight angst, smut

12,820 words

a/n: remember that time i posted a long list of fic ideas n stuff i was writing and this wasn’t on it? oops! this was originally gonna be a oneshot but things got way out of hand so, please forgive me for taking two months to write a 12K part one, i know i’m garbage. the next part will have a lot more angst so prepare yourselves, and once again thx @mysoftae this would never have come to fruition without you ;(

~ in which your ridiculously hot, annoying brat of a roommate keeps you up at all hours of the night, takes up all your space, is essentially trying to ruin your life, and is intent on sticking his dick in you


     You had always liked living alone.

     There were no one’s dishes to wash but your own, you could play your music as loud as you wanted, the only person you had to worry about your cat liking was yourself, nobody could complain about what spices you stunk up the place with, and most importantly, you never had to wear pants.

     You would have been content to live alone for the rest of your sad, lonely life enjoying nothing but those small pleasures.

     Then one day there was Jeon Jungkook, on his knees, hands clasped beneath his chin, looking up at you with those wide, glittering brown eyes of his. Maybe you would have said no if he hadn’t been blocking you up against the door to the library, if there hadn’t been a line of people building up behind him complaining about the two of you being in their way, if he actually would have moved when you grabbed his shoulder and tried to shove him to the side with all of your strength. That kid had been working out a little too much.

     Also, he was begging. That might have had something to do with it.

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Just a Little Bit of Your Heart

Imagine: You are holding your first public art exhibition. Although you think that Tom understands how important this night is to you, you are once again proven wrong. Nonetheless, a little bit of his love is better than none. Right?

Originally posted by spdrparker

A/N: I was inspired by harry styles’ original track. listen to the live version while you read, cause I did and I was a fucken mess. sorry for the angst, I love you. x

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Kiss and Tell

Fandom: My Hero Academia
Characters/Relationship: Katsuki Bakugou, Ochako Uraraka, Kacchako
Genre: Gen/Romance
Rating: G
Length: 2384 words
Summary: Their lips brushed during a spar. It was an accident.

(basically, my take on the ‘accidental kiss’ trope)

[AO3]


It happened during a spar.

Uraraka quickly dodged Bakugou’s right hook, fist barely grazing her cheek as she moved out of range. She reached out to grab his outstretched hand, but he spun around before she could, seeing her strategy and crushing it with an explosion to the back. 

She grunted at the pain but refused to go down–she used the smoke to her advantage and put her training from Gunhead to good use; she locked her arms around his, using all her body weight to throw him overhead, catching him off guard–and before he could react, his back hit the ground with a resounding bang, the wind knocked out of his lungs. As he gasped, she took the chance to sit on his chest, pinning him down with her knee. 

Bakugou struggled against her grip as she tried valiantly to hold him down. 

“It’s not over yet, Uraraka!” He shouted, glaring with sharp eyes and quickly shoving her off of him, knocking her off balance. 

Soon, they devolved into wrestling each other on the ground, pushing and shoving and kicking, each trying to get the upper hand, victory just within grasp, until–

Their lips brushed.

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