boy who will never care

don’t have anyone to tell me I have stars in my eyes, galaxies in my mind.

I don’t have anyone to tell me I am pretty when the sunlight kisses my skin, or how breathtaking I look talking about the things I love, or how I have the ability to envelope people with my love so completely.

I know all these things, I’ve known them since the beginning of time.

I know I am beautiful, and my personality is cheerful and explosive.

I know that I am smart and can rule the world someday.

I am a whole, complete entity, and I don’t need any boy to tell me any different.

I am done wasting my life away chasing behind boys who will never love me back, boys who will never care as much as me, I am tired of half assed romance and all those almost relationships.

I know, someday, I’ll meet someone who can coexist at the same wavelength as me, and even if I won’t ever meet him, I will be happy.

I am happy because although the sun doesn’t always kiss my cheeks like it does to the girl you are chasing, but I swear the wind dances with me when I am excited.

I am happy because my voice is like the sound of a nearby stream, gushing,steady, omnipresent and undeniably distinct, and although my voice isn’t pretty or husky, its steady, which is all that helps me to stop crying in front of other people.

I am happy because although I don’t have any fingers to lace mine through, and although I have no lips to kiss, my hands have created enough stories to last me eons and my lips have uttered the most bizarre, kind and truthful enigmas which I have learnt to be proud of.

I am happy because although I have no one to wake up next to at one am, I have the knowledge that I am awake, happy and so utterly alive to hear the thunder and catch a glimpse of the lightning outside my window.

I am happy that I can write pages and pages about an event that would possibly be deemed insignificant and fleeting by some, but somehow manages to be platinum for me.

I am happy that I am making something of myself. I am happy that ten years later, I will have a job and a degree to show for the past ten years, instead of stories of high school I keep bringing up.

I am happy because I have finally realised I am enough and so much more, I am overflowing, I am alive, I am breathing and I am more than enough, in fact I am so enough, that very few people are able to handle me, and for them I am forever and always grateful.

I am happy because I realised that I am complete, I am not a jigsaw missing the final piece, I am not searching for my other half, I am whole, whole, whole.

For all those girls who feel they aren’t enough, realise you are whole, you are not enough but more than enough.
You are wanted, you are valid, and you are absolutely breathtaking, and no boy, no matter how pretty his brown eyes are, can tell you any different.

Bygones of the Sun | 04 (M)

Originally posted by hobismole

Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok

Length: 4.8k

Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

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one reason i put the fact that i’m adhd in my bio is that i want to be clear that my putting two ideas close to each other in no way means those things are related and if you assume that my writing tags about dinner on a picture of flowers means anything more than that i got hungry in the middle of a reblog you’re going to end up reading too much into a whole helluva lot

Step-bros (Connor M. x Heere!Reader)

a/n: im back bitches— this is unedited and confusing acuz its 2am,,,, credit to @edenleicester for the lovely stepbrothers au!!!!!!

w/c: 1,614

t/w: WeEd and,,,, OooOOH uNdErAgE dRiNkInG,,,OOOooohhOOH >;O

You glared out your window, your earbuds blasting the newest music you were into. You were trying to ignore your brother and new step-brother, as well as your father and Heidi. The boy in the middle of the seat, Evan, was practically radiating anxiety. He would never say it aloud, but you reminded him of Connor Murphy.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and you glanced to your left, seeing your brother Jeremy looking at you and gesturing towards Heidi. He had snuck his arm above Evans’s head to tap you gently.

“What?” You said, pulling your earbuds out of your ears. Heidi laughed.

“I asked, are you excited to start senior year?” She glanced at you in her side mirror.

“No.” You grunted honestly, making Evan glance at you with curiosity, then back at his fidgeting hands. You were the oldest sibling in this now conjoined family, a few months older than Evan and a year ahead of Jeremy. You slouched slightly as you saw Heidi’s face fall at her attempt to make peace with you. You hated this new change in your family. You hated almost all change.

“Alright, kids. We’re here at our new home!” Your dad grinned, parking the car. You opened the door and tried to keep yourself calm, you wanted to yell and cry and try to reason with your dad. You stepped out and scrunched your face up in disgust as you glanced at the new house. Your father and Heidi had gone out of their way to already unpack almost the whole house, except for your rooms.

“Do you like it, (y/n)? Jeremy?” Your dad asked hopefully.

“Yeah, dad, we love it.” You mumbled, not wanting him to feel bad. You started walking into the quite large house, looking around at the way your father and step mother had decorated. You heard footsteps behind you so you turned around to see Heidi smiling sadly.

“Hi, honey.. I know you don’t really like me, but I hope we can be like mother and daughter eventually.” Heidi smiled sadly, like she knew everything about you. Your face fell and you subconsciously tugged down on your sleeves, feeling slightly bad.

“I don’t dislike you, Heidi. I dislike change.” You mumbled, turning around and going up the stairs. Once again you heard footsteps behind you, practically running to keep up with your long strides.

“Can you believe we have to share a room?” Jeremy snorted, following you into your room.

“Yeah, I know. How will you ever have sex with Michael again?” You said dramatically, laughing and bending down to start unpacking a box. Jeremy turned bright red and started to unpack on his side as well.

“No, but really? We couldn’t just get a house so every kid gets their own room?” Jeremy mumbles.

“I’m fine with sharing a room with you. I’d rather share with you than Evan- not because I don’t like the kid or anything, I just don’t want to make him uncomfortable, y'know?” You grunted, making your bed.

“With all your satanic posters and crystals, you make me uncomfortable.” Jeremy joked.

“No, we um, actually really need a curtain to separate the room in two.”

“Most definitely, you nerd.” You agreed, watching him hang up a Pacman poster.

You were sitting on your bed listening to music one day when the curtain between the room was ripped open.

“H-hey, can we have like, three friends over?” Evan giggled, making Jeremy hit his arm and laugh as well.

“Um, sure?” You asked, raising your eyebrows. It was date night for your dad and step-mom, meaning you were in charge.

“O-okay, good! Because they’re already here!” Jeremy laughed, probably high.

“Come chill with us!” Evan and Jeremy had managed to grab your arms and drag you down the stairs and into the gaming room.

“Hi, (y/n)!” Michael laughed, waving at you. The whole room smelt like weed. There were two boys on the couch who you had seen before, but never cared to talk to.

“O-okay! These are my friends Jared,” Evan grinned, pointing to one boy. “And Connor!” He pointed to another boy.

“Sup, hot stuff!” Jared said tipsily, winking at you. He had a beer in front of him, and another one in his hand. Connor was sitting quietly and smoking weed. He waved slightly at you, and you turned pink.

“Hey,” you laughed, sitting down on the couch and grabbing a beer. “Who brought the weed this time, Michael?”

Jared, Connor, and Evan looked a little shocked you didn’t get mad. Michael laughed and blew smoke into the air.

“Actually, Connor brought it!” Michael giggled, leaning into Jeremy.

“Sweet.” You giggled, taking a hit and glancing at Connor. Connor turned a deep red under your gaze and he shifted uncomfortably. You liked the way he would glance at you and turn red all throughout the night. The way he would shift and gently lean on you when he talked to you.

“Oh my god, oh my god! We should play Just Dance!” Jeremy cries, standing up quickly and stumbling towards the Wii. “We only have four controllers, though!” 

“I’ll sit out.” You and Connor both offered at the first time, glancing at each other. You smirked as the other four started to dance drunkenly.

“Hi.” You giggled, scooting closer to Connor. Connor stared at you, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Hi?” He muttered, his face turning a pale pink. You leaned on him slightly, mumbling your next sentence.

“How come we’ve never spoken before?” You smirked at him as Evan turned around and hit Jeremy, both of your younger brothers now staring at you flirting with Connor.

“Holy shit?” Jeremy whispered, glancing at Evan then back at you.

“It worked?!” Evan whisper shouted, jumping happily. Michael and Jared glanced back at you and Connor as Evan and Jeremy pulled them out of the room.

“You were intimidating.” Connor mumbles, taking a sip of his beer.

“And you aren’t?” You joked, tilting your head.

“True. But I mean you are so pretty, it’s almost intimidating.” Connor crossing his arms after he sets the beer down on the coffee table.

“Oh, you’re the hot, brooding type of intimidating, Connor.“ You giggled, mocking him by crossing your arms. He pouts slightly, making you giggle even more.

The four boys were watching you and Connor from the kitchen, drunk amazement on their faces. “They should just date already.” Jared snorts.

“We heard that.” You giggled, glancing behind you and growing a bit tired.

“Oh-oh my god!” Jeremy cried, glancing at a text message. “Mom and dad are going to be home soon!”

Your eyes widened and you launched up from your seat. “How long?” You asked, suddenly wide awake.

“Five minutes!” Jeremy read, glancing up at you then at Michael.

“Super speed mode!” The three of you shouted like dorks, each of you launching into action. You were throwing away beer cans while Michael hid the bongs, throwing the weed at Connor. Jeremy ran into the bathroom and came out with a giant bottle of febreze, practically choking everyone while he sprayed it. Evan and Jared started to sweep and vacuum the floors, picking up all the dropped food. Connor started to do the dishes, cleaning all of the snack bowls and silverware. Everyone moved surprisingly fast for being drunk, high, or both.

“Okay, kiddos! Get your sleeping bags out and pretend to be asleep!” Everyone rolled out their sleeping bags and crawled in, except for you. You sat on the couch and pretended to be exhausted. You had purposely placed a bag of popcorn on the floor, along with a few pieces in between the boys, so it didn’t seem suspicious.

“Hi honey,” Heidi smiled at you, ruffling your hair and speaking softly. “How did everything go?”

“Good,” You smiled up at her and glanced at your father.

“Why does it reek like febreze?” He mumbled, squinting slightly.

“Oh,” You laughed nonchalantly. “The step-bros keeps farting up a storm.”

You were surprised when none of the boys on the floor broke out in laughter, since you did giggle to yourself. Your father and Heidi wished you a goodnight. When they closed their bedroom door, all of the boys sat up in sync.

“Really, (y/n)? We keep farting?” Jeremy mumbled, making Michael and Jared laugh and agree it was true.

“God damn, that was smooth. Lying on the spot like that, that was kinda hot.” Connor flirted, raising his eyebrows at you. He was drunk, and definitely high.

“Connor- please, stop, that’s my sister.” Evan complained, laughing slightly.

“You’re right, Evan, they should save it for the bedroom!” Jared snorts, earning a kick from you.

“Wait, how come I didn’t know about this sleepover until a few hours ago?” You questioned, making all of the boys go quiet.

“Goodnight!” Jeremy laughed, flopping into his sleeping bag. The other boys followed his lead, all except for Connor.

“Night, babe.” Connor smirked, laying down and drifting off the sleep. You shook your head and laughed, blushing slightly.

Coquette | 3

bts x fuckgirl!reader high school!au | series warnings: smut, sexual themes, polygamy, angst, foul language, cheating

genre: angst, romance, smut

chapter warning: mentions of violence, underage drinking, detailed description of drug usage, somewhat smut

Originally posted by hunnysyub

continuation status: yes | possibly | no

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word count: 4,772

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anonymous asked:

can u do a question where jughead and betty are broken up and they havent seen each other in months and then she sees him at Pop's for the first time in forever?


Betty wrapped her heavy raincoat tighter around her body as she blinked through the rain, her tall Hunter rain boots slapping against the deep puddles. No one had told her that a tsunami was in the forecast, wincing as cold rain whipped against her bare legs, the cheerleading uniform she was wearing really didn’t do much to protect her from the harsh weather, she could have changed but in her rush to get out of the house she had forgotten to throw on jeans.

Betty had come home earlier that evening after cheerleading practice, the rain had just started at that point so when she read the note attached to the fridge she didn’t think anything of it.

“Betty, your father and I have gone away for the week, money is on the counter, we will be in Vermont so please try not to call unless necessary. With love, your mother.”

Crinkling the perfectly handwritten note into a satisfying ball of paper Betty tossed it into the trash can and threw herself on the living room couch. Hal and Alice had been going away on these week long trips ever since Jason Blossoms murderer was discovered and with Polly staying at their aunts place in Utah, Betty was thoroughly lonely. It wasn’t like she didn’t mind the quiet, of course she did, but being all by yourself for long periods of time really did something to a teenage girls mental span.

A sharp clap of lightening and the booming sound of thunder had Betty scrambling towards the front door, her back pack on her back and her rain boots on her feet. There was no way she was braving this storm alone, At least at Pops she had the company of others, even if she sat on her own, tucked away in a back booth listening to their mindless chatter.

That’s what brought her here, braving the storm on the streets of Riverdale, smiling in relief when she saw the glowing red sign. The gorgeous and damp blonde practically sprinted to the front doors, pushing through and giggling as she rang her damp ponytail out by the doormat. Shaking her jacket from her shoulders, she hung it on the hook by the door, looking around at the nearly empty diner, she grinned, not too bad. Well not until her eyes caught on a familiar shade of blue no less stormy than the rain pouring down outside. Damnit.

Jughead Jones, resident Southside Serpent and her very own ex boyfriend, was sitting up in his booth at the very front of Pops, his eyes trained on her, the same intensity she had seen directed at her countless times.

No, no way was she going to let him affect her, she had traveled in the mother of all Hurricanes to get to this very spot and she was not about to let some boy who never even cared about her ruin her night.

Brushing past him with her head held high and her boots squeaking against the tile, Betty plopped down in the booth farthest from the dark haired boy in the intimidating jacket. This was fine, it was totally normal. pulling out her latest Eric Lane novel Betty allowed herself to be drawn into the world of Romance and love, still very aware of the beanie wearing boys presence.

About three minutes in, she heard the familiar stealthy shuffle and smelt the musky scent of his cologne, her eyes snapped up from her book. He was sitting in front of her now, his laptop closed in the center of the table.

“Still not a fan of storms huh?” He whispered nervously, a hand coming up to rub his neck.

Betty sighed deeply, gently folding the page and placing her book on the table

“We aren’t going to do this okay? I see you and you see me, that’s all it is. We don’t have to do the small talk ex boyfriends and girlfriends feel obligated to do. I’m fine, the weathers crappy, yes I’m still running the blue and gold, yes I got a haircut and that’s the end of that. You go sit back in your booth and I’ll sit in mine. You don’t have to come over here and pretend to care, it’s exhausting and by the looks of it neither of us needs to go through that.” Betty raised her eyebrows, indicating the bags under his eyes that fully matched the ones under her eyes, with a sad nod Betty pulled her book back up and continued reading.

There was a moment of silence and the subtle shifting of body parts, Betty assumed he caught her drift and was just getting ready to get up, what she wasn’t expecting was the book in her hands to be swatted quickly causing it to land in the aisle.

“Excuse me?” She huffed, bending down to get the book, Jughead gripped her wrist and turned his body so she was looking at him straight on.

“I don’t care about the weather or your haircut. I don’t care what people feel obligated to do, but I do care about you. I care about how skinny you’ve gotten, and.. and I care about the fact that you look like you haven’t slept in days, I care about the fact that I can see the crescents on your palms, and damnit Betty I care about the fact that you’re sitting at Pops at 9:00 at night on a school night..”

Dark green eyes widened as Betty stared openly at Jugheads scrunched up face. She felt the familiar spark between them but only for a second before she was ripping her hand free from his grasp

“No! No, you don’t get to do this. You don’t get to pretend you care about me. You don’t give a damn about me, you left me remember? I was too much for you.. too much baggage.” She laughed bitterly, stuffing her things into her book bag as she stood in the booth.

Jughead stood too now
“I didn’t mean any of those things, I only said them to protect you! The Serpents…” he plead desperately, trying to make her understand as she swiftly cut him off

“Protect me? Come on Jughead, who are you fooling, I was too much. I get it okay? Perfect Betty Cooper is the perfect girlfriend until she’s not so perfect anymore. Save it for someone else Juggie.” She pushed past the desperate boy as she made her way outside and into the windy rain.

Betty was about halfway down the street when she heard the familiar voice calling out to her over the rain.

“Betty Wait! Please!”

She straightened her shoulders and kept walking

“Leave me alone Jughead!” She mumbled, knowing full well he couldn’t hear her over the rain.

“Betty!” He called again, much louder.

She turned quickly, preparing to tell him to go away, once again he took her by surprise by being right behind her, pulling her into his arms and kissing her deeply in the downpour. It had been six months since their last kiss and it was clear they were trying to make up for lost time, the minute their lips met it was over, hands were pulling at each other their hips pressed close by some magnetic pull. When Jughead finally pulled away he wasted no time.

“Everything I did was to protect you, the Serpents, we’re in it deep right now and the people we’re fighting, they’ll do anything to get back at us, that include ls coming after the people we love. And I know I should stay away, let you have a normal life but I’m selfish and I love you too much to let you walk away again, so please Betty.. be with me, love me again.” He whispered pleadingly, his forehead pressed against hers.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and let her heart take over

“Okay Juggie. Okay.” She whispered against the rain.

anonymous asked:

Rey dehumanized Kylo by calling him a "monster" just because of his physical appearance. FN-2187 is the boy's real name, so who cares?

So you’ve clearly never seen TFA.

Rey called Kylo Ren a monster because he was hunting her? Because he was torturing her? Because he is a monster?

And Finn’s name is Finn they make that extremely clear.

Or are you just one of those fuckfaces that thinks birth name is the only thing that matters? Because even then you’d be wrong as he had a birth name that we don’t know about.

But no matter what, somebody’s chosen name is their real name. Finn is Finn.

There’s also a big difference between insulting somebody that’s hunting you and refusing to acknowledge somebody’s name for no reason whatsoever.



Thank you, yes, my moment of Thrashing is past.

Jimin Scenario: Starry Eyes.

Request: IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS <3 jimin as prince pretty please~ imagine jimin asking his best friend to the annual dance but she starts to refuse because jimin is a prince and she’s a commoner and then jimin persuades her by serenading !!! aaah it just makes me smile every time imagine this, also can you make it that they run away from the ball and went to the beach at midnight just watching the stars while jimin slowdances with her, bare foot and all <3 <3 <3 I LOVE YOU GUYS!

Genre: Romance

You saw Jimin coming to your house before he was able to see you. You couldn’t sleep so you had been staring at the night sky from your window, but at the sound of a rider you had sharpened your gaze to the up hill road that led to your modest home. Jimin was riding his red stallion, Legend, who he had named himself and who was as cocky and gentle as his owner. It was incredible how people left a bit of their personalities in their animals, Jimin had this air of smugness around him, with his blond hair and strong shoulders he was handsome and ladies swoon for him, but his smile was sweet and he’d treat the people around him with the same manners, from the highest noble to the stable boys who idolized him and helped him take care of Legend, you had never seen him treating someone unfairly. 

With the exception of you, coming here in the middle of the night was outrageous, making your heart beat this fast shouldn’t be possible, this was rudeness in its maximum expression.

You tried to close your window and hide but by the time you reacted to do that he had already spotted you. His smile grew wide and he lifted his hand to you, other times you’d smile back at him and hurry him up, but now that made you feel odd, the so called “butterflies” in your stomach giving you a hint of what your friendship was becoming, or at least how your feelings were changing about him.

-Y/N!- he called your name when he was at a shorter distance, you saw him dismounting Legend to then tie him to the medium sized font you had just in front of your house that had rails around for such purposes. You gave him a weird look and he snickered. -What are you doing? Did you know I was coming? Were you waiting for me?-

You turned your head and prayed to all the Gods out there your blush wasn’t evident. -I’m just keeping watch for any unwanted intruder- you answered making him laugh.

-Well I see that Y/N-

Jimin walked closer to the house but still at a certain distance so you could see him properly from the second floor in which your room was located, you adjusted your night robe feeling self conscious about your appearance but that didn’t discourage the smile on his face, and that surely didn’t discourage the damn butterflies on your stomach.

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Can I Even Complicate Your Breathing?

Summary: Pastel!Dan lives in an apartment complex and sits on his windowsill every night and sings. Punk!Phil listens to him every night. 
Word Count: 3906
A/N: Thank you to danisnotahobbit for the wonderful prompt and for betaing this for me! And also thank you to whalefairyfandom12 (as always) for cheering me on and correcting my grammar (: You both are awesome! Also, I’ve just reached 3k subscribers today so here’s a celebration fic xD
Song Title


There is a boy who lives across the street from Phil who has brown hair the colour of chocolate, the voice of an angel, and eyes that reflect a million stars. Phil doesn’t know when it first started, but he slowly began to drift to his slightly cracked window every night just to hear the boy sing.

He always sat upon his windowsill, picking at the lint on his pastel jumpers while his lips uttered beautiful melodies that put Vic Fuentes to shame. And Phil didn’t even know the boy’s name, or what he liked to do in his spare time, but he could slowly start to feel himself falling for the boy.

It was idiotic in a way. Phil had never met this brunette beauty before. He never heard his voice besides when he sang in the hours of the night, he never seen him in broad daylight, and he certainly didn’t know a single thing about him. And yet, Phil was in love with a voice and a boy who didn’t even know he existed.

These were the thoughts that haunted him at night, cracking his window open just a sliver before crawling to his bed to browse through Tumblr. He was somewhat embarrassed by how obsessed he had become, but the moment that Phil heard the first few cords of a Pierce the Veil song come from the apartment complex opposite his, Phil’s worries floated away and he leaned back to allow the pretty lyrics into his eardrums to embed in his memory.

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Without You: Bloodstone (Part 1)

Genre: AU, werewolf, fantasy, angst

Warnings: language, violence, suggestive content

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: Werewolves, contrary to popular belief, are usually gentle creatures. Except for a very specific set of circumstances, they would never hurt a human (on purpose). The few unfortunate times when mistakes were made put a permanent dark mark on the beasts and people began labeling them as monsters. What the human population failed to recognize was the fact that they were protecting us from something much more sinister. Luckily, a few survived and the gene was passed down hereditarily until one day finding its way to me… in the form of my best friend.

Link to: Storyboard (reference pictures)Prologue | Masterlist | Next

Originally posted by tbhobi

Loyalty is often as blind as justice should be, as unstable as a lightning storm ought to be, and as misplaced as an opinion in the truth.

Chapter 1:

The night air is crisp, burning slightly but pleasantly in my throat and lungs with every rapid inhale. Overhead, the full moon casts a delicate, silvery glow on the surrounding trees, dappled pattern changing with every soft breeze. Leaves crunch under my shoes, making it easy to trace not only my whereabouts, but also his, even at a distance. I lighten my steps, hoping to buy myself a couple meters and thus a few more seconds.

The bag in my hand is heavy, but I force myself to put up with the weight a little longer. Taking my lips between my teeth, I press myself against one of the many trees that peppers the forest, sparse when standing among them, dense when taking it in as a whole.

I can hear him pause, listening for me.

Suddenly, it’s too quiet. The leaves have stopped rustling and my heartbeat sounds like a drum. Trying to further muffle my breathing, I place my free hand over my mouth, ears straining to find any sign of life. Where is he-?

My scream cuts through the night air as his warmth wraps around me, pinning my back to the rough bark, but stopping me from falling with a sure yet gentle grip. Jungkook’s nose presses into my hair, putting his lips right next to my ear as he says, tone teasing, “Gotcha.”

I push him away playfully, making sure the bag hits him, “How do you DO that?”

Pulling off the scarf I had wrapped around his head, covering his eyes, he shrugs, lightly rubbing his upper arm from the impact, “Maybe you’re just really bad at hiding, Eun-ah.”

“Yah! No, that’s definitely not it,” I laugh, walking around him; yet glancing over my shoulder to make sure he follows. “But if it makes a difference, that was the fastest one yet.”

Jungkook smiles as he jogs to catch up, “I’m getting better.”

“You’re getting CREEPIER,” I tease, eyes searching for the clearing, “Now help me find it.”

“Remind me why I’m doing this?”

“Because I play YOUR stupid games all the time and this only happens once a month,” I hoist the bag over my shoulder, a more comfortable resting position for its heavy contents. “I know you know where it is.”

“Yeah,” he sighs, wrapping his fingers around my wrist and guiding me forward, “I do.”

Despite us having gone there only twice, Jungkook guides me with the surety of a professional navigator. Within the first thirty seconds, I give up trying to recognize the trees that all look the same, instead choosing to watch my companion’s face. His features are tensed in concentration, but I’ve always thought the expression suited him.

Living in a rural town with a population that is constantly teetering on the edge of one thousand means it is easy to become best friends with a next door neighbor, especially one as sweet and smart (and handsome) as Jungkook. It also helps that we are two of less than sixty people around our age within a ten mile radius, but I still count myself as fortunate.

“You’re the best,” I tousle his dark hair before sprinting forward, into the field sprinkled heavily with bright purple and blue Hepatica flowers.

Jungkook follows me hesitantly, glancing at the tree line as if he’s expecting someone to emerge, but I ignore him, opting to throw down the heavy bag in the middle of the clearing and start sifting through the various rocks and jars of herbs.

“Eun, are you sure you should be messing with stuff like this?” his low, apprehensive voice makes me pause. Squatting like the well-mannered girl I am, I swivel around to look at him with a questioning expression, but my friend’s attention is locked on something above us, presumably, the moon.

“You were fine with it last month.”

A small, uncertain noise comes from the back of his throat, “Yeah, but this time, it feels different. Bad.”

“It’s not like I’m summoning demons,” I scoff humorously, locating and taking out the old leather bound book I had somehow found on Ebay of all places, “Divination is harmless.”

“Really? Because standing in a flower field at midnight during a full moon…” his sentence trails off as I find the second object I need, a cloth pouch, removing the smooth bloodstone carefully, running the pad of my thumb over the bright crimson speckles.

“I need to concentrate, strong smells help with that, I like the smell of Hepaticas, and this is the only place we can find a whole bunch of them,” I explain as I stand, glancing down at the text near my feet for further instruction. “And the book says the full moon will bring me closer to the spirits.”

The lack of protest from my usually highly responsive companion catches my attention and I can’t help but pause, turning to see if something is wrong. Unmoving, painted in the harsh, highly contrasted, yet grey tinted colors of night, Jungkook stands with his back to me, gaze still fixed on the unobscured moon above us. Suddenly, I notice how eerily silent it is, the air itself seeming to hang, suspended, stifling, which makes the hair on the back of my neck prickle.

“Are you okay?” I ask hesitantly, but receive no response. I’m not even sure he heard me, so I try again, taking a step toward him, “Yah, Jungkook-”

My friend immediately collapses.

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I may seriously cry if they show Jon and Dany seeing their child for the first time. I’m sure the writers are gonna kill off one or both because they don’t believe in happy endings, but if they give me this scene, this will be all the happiness I need.

Just think of Dany seeing something she never thought she’d have. Something she always wanted. A child. Thinking she’d be barren for seven years and then seeing her first-born in her arms. Once this happens, I don’t think she’ll give a shit about the Iron Throne anymore. Everything she needs will be right there with her. A possible husband and a son or a daughter to carry on the Targaryen bloodline.

Think of Jon, starting off as a labeled bastard who wanted to do nothing but spend his entire life defending the wall. I still remember his conversation with Uncle Benjen when he told him that he would never father a son if he joined the nightswatch and Jon saying he didn’t care for that. A boy who swore he’d never touch a woman or have any children. As Maester Aemon said, the feeling of a newborn son in your arms was an out of this world feeling. Imagine seeing Jon see his child for the first time, a child that he thought he never wanted, and that his child would never be the bastard he was labeled as just by being married to Dany.

If they could have a bittersweet moment like this but one or both of them perished, that’d be fine with me.


ok but seriously how fucking real is it that the boy who never felt cared for ended up with the Blood player, whose Stuff is all about bonds and relationships and providing support and taking care of people, and the boy who sought an escape from feeling his own mortality too fucking keenly every god damn day ended up with the Time player, whose Stuff is about facing and accepting reality, inevitability, mortality and working within those confines to achieve greatness regardless.

anonymous asked:

In your sheevson verse, is ghost!Qui-Gon around? And if he is, what does he thinks of all this? Thank you, love all your writing!!

Soft sniggering disturbed Anakin from his drowse and he lifted his head of his pillow to blink down at his chest where Obi-Wan’s head was resting, having managed to coax the other into sharing a bunk together instead of sleeping separate since they were with their troopers.

Anakin was pretty sure that the 501th at least knew about their relationship so it didn’t matter if they saw them.

“What?” He mumbled.

“Sorry, was…was thinking.” Obi-Wan lifted his head, eyes soft and warm as he peered at the other.


“How you reacted when I told you Sheev was my father.” Obi-Wan grinned and Anakin grumbled a bit.

“Come on, I was eating at the time.” Anakin mumbled.

“You choked on your own cereal and got it stuck in your nose.” Obi-Wan giggled helpessly. “Blue milk came out your nose. I can’t believe you didn’t suspect it after all those years.”

“I never saw a picture of Palpatine as a young man.” Anakin defended. “He looks like a old wrinkled walnut.”

Obi-Wan dropped his head back in the others chest and laughed even more, nuzzling into the others chest.

“And he kept touching you, I kept thinking the old walnut was interested in you.” Anakin tightened his arms around the others waist.

That got a low hum out of Obi-Wan. “No…he figured out that I was touch starved so he…” He let his words trail off.

He knew what Sheev had done.

He had slowly gained Obi-Wan’s touch, given him what he had subconsciously craved since he was a small boy. Someone who cared for him, touched him, listened to him and never blamed him for anything.

Just someone who was willing to be there for him without demanding anything in return.

Force how twisted was it that a Sith had become his most trusted person beside Anakin?

And Anakin was well on his way to Falling.

He swallowed heavily at that, feeling old guilt slowly rising in his chest.

“Hey, no, none of that.” Anakin whispered, cupping his chin and forcing his head up again until Obi-Wan meet his eyes. “Obi-Wan…the Jedi Order has lost their way. We know that. It needs reforms.” He whispered.

“I know…but I shouldn’t… I can’t… I’m on the council.” Tears stung at Obi-Wan’s eyes. “And then there’s this.” He looked at the way they were laying. “I…”

“Obi-Wan…you’re allowed to want things.” Anakin whispered firmly. “Obi-Wan this can’t be wrong. If it was wrong then the Force wouldn’t allow it.” He leaned in and kissed the other sweetly on the lips before pressing a softer kiss to each of the mans eyelids. “Trust in that.”

Obi-Wan gave a harsh swallow then hid out in Anakin’s chest. “…Ka-Adi and Yarael died last week… as did four masters and two knights.” He whispered. “…I think…I think the Chancellor was behind it.”

“…Why do you think that?” Anakin murmured, stroking the others hair.

“Because he wants to make me grandmaster of the Jedi Order so I can implement reforms that would make it easier for him to take charge…” Obi-Wan confessed.

Anakin’s hand stilled on his hair then he continued slowly stroking the others hair. “Do you want to be grandmaster?” He whispered, not sounding as horrified about the betrayal to the Jedi order as Obi-Wan had feared.

Lifting his head slowly of off the others chest, he stared at Anakin who stared back.

“…Between the order and you… you have my heart, I follow you anywhere you go.” Anakin whispered then grunted when Obi-Wan surged forward and took his lips in a desperate kiss that was more teeth then anything.

‘He doesn’t hate me. He won’t tell anyone.’ Obi-Wan felt himself let out a sob against the others lips and Anakin’s arms tightened around him, holding the other to him as he gentled the kiss into something soft but just as needful, knowing that Obi-Wan needed the reassurance.


“Obi-Wan can no longer be trusted.” Yoda cracked his eyes open at the voice and stared into the darkness of his room, hands tightening on his cane.

“Certain you are?”

“He has fallen from the path. Unless the order can provide guidance, he is lost to us.” The voice continued.

“Steer him on the right path you can?” Yoda questioned.

“I’m…uncertain.” The voice grew fainter and Yoda sighed.

“Even in death you remain a wild card Qui-Gon.” He slowly got out of his chair to go inform Mace. They would need to keep Obi-Wan under watch…at all times.

Don’t give me ‘Harry Potter the boy who lived’ 'Hermione Granger the girl who knew’ 'Ron Weasley the boy who doubted’ 'Neville Longbottom the boy who could have been’ 'Ginny Weasley the girl who waited’ They are so much more than that. Give me 'Harry Potter the boy who sacrificed everything for those he loved’ 'Hermione Granger the girl whose loyalty never wavered’ 'Ron Weasley the boy who cared more about everyone else’s well being than his own’ 'Neville Longbottom the boy who finally fought his demons after years of self doubt’ 'Ginny Weasley the girl who chose to see the best in people’

RFA High School [dating] HCs Secret Kisses

Something a bit more… exciting? Hope you all enjoy this 4th installment to the RFA High School HC series. (1st, 2nd, 3rd 4th(cont) 5th 6th 7th 8th 9th 10th)



  • All the time.
  • Everywhere.
  • It legitimately scares you sometimes.
  • He’s the type who will hide in the girls bathroom stall just to kiss you.
  • He’s very into private kisses, though, so never in the halls. which you probably would’ve preferred to this torture help jk
  • The scariest place you’ve kissed was in the principal’s office when you were waiting for him to show up
  • He got that look on his face that you knew very well by now
  • “Hey, [y/n], want to kiss?”
  • Then he sat in the principal’s chair and waved you over
  • You couldn’t just refuse him, so, thinking it would be just a quick peck you approached him
  • But he went all out
  • When you were close enough to touch he grabbed your arm and yanked you into his lap hot damn
  • (Luckily he released before the door opened.)
  • When the principal walked in Jumin looked so smug at your flustered appearance
  • “[y/n], are you alright?”
  • “Heh.”
  • “Y-yes, sir… Thanks for asking.”


  • The little boy is not into secret kisses at all.
  • You’re the one who often has to go get him to do it. 
  • Luckily you have office aid at the same time as he does
  • When you both go out to deliver notes to teachers, you smile at him and he obviously gulps
  • Then you tug him into an empty classroom 
  • He’s a blushing mess even when you kiss him chastely
  • You can feel his terror of getting caught through how tense he is poor baby
  • One time you were in the Chemistry lab and the janitor walked in
  • He tugged you down behind the lab table so fast you swore your neck hurt weeks later from the whiplash
  • The janitor then proceeded to empty the trashcans at each lab table,
  • And you and Yoosung had to quickly move to keep yourselves out of sight
  • You thought it was exhilarating, but the poor blonde boy couldn’t stop shaking…
  • There was another time when you were caught, but the teacher just laughed it off at Yoosung’s super red face


  • She has access to the teacher’s lounge. Hehe
  • She’ll sneak you in and you’ll have these super languid slow make out sessions on the meeting tables or couches
  • One time there were brownies left from the meeting that morning and you fed each other through your mouths
  • She’s always somewhat honest to the teachers when she makes excuses to get you out of class
  • “Excuse me, may I borrow [y/n]? There’s a package needing her attention at the front office.”
  • Nobody questions it because Jaehee’s got connections
  • At first you were really surprised at how much Jaehee loved kisses, 
  • But then you realized how good of a kisser you were and all the saltiness you had over her making you miss your super important biology test disappeared
  • And that’s when your Baehee addiction began


  • If you thought Jumin was bad… help me
  • This boy will never be satisfied. 
  • Secret kisses? Screw them. Who cares if anybody sees?
  • In the hallway he’ll see you and just run over, kissing you “casually”
  • *muah* “Hi, babe.”
  • It’s super overwhelming at first, but you get used to it sorta
  • The only problem is when the student council sees you…
  • And, oh your luck, this year they’re working on limiting PDA
  • “It’s the Student Council President! Run, [y/n]!”
  • This is when Zen takes your hand and pulls you into a closet to finish what he started
  • There’s footsteps outside and Zen whispers in your ear…
  • “Don’t make a noise, princess. They’re right outside…”
  • You love his sexy voice, but you don’t appreciate him provoking you into getting in trouble with the student council 
  • They spread rumors like wildfire and your reputation would be ruined in an instant
  • Next year you get onto the student council and shut down their PDA restrictions


  • This boy has it all down. 
  • “You want to kiss me at school? Such a bad girl/boy. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.”
  • And oh he does
  • He makes a f*cking schedule
  • Between first and second period? Janitors aren’t even at school yet. Use their room
  • Between second and third period? The route outside isn’t used much. Use the corner in shadow right by the door.
  • Third and fourth? Behind the bushes
  • When he first started you were so surprised       
  • “Seven, what are you-”      
  • “Shhh…” *chu*     
  • “…”       
  • “What the hell are we doing in the copy room?!”      
  • “You said you wanted to kiss me?”       
  • Then, after an entire week where you didn’t go a single period without a kiss from your beloved red-head,       
  • He stopped.
  • Just outright stopped.    
  • You were walking to your first period expecting Seven to grab your arm out of nowhere like he usually did     
  • When he didn’t show, you went to class feeling odd.    
  • All that day your frustration grew until it snapped after 7th period.       
  • You decided to ditch your 8th (don’t ditch kids) and went to find your sneaky bf. *smirks*
  • …(Let’s just say that if you want to know more, I’ll need a fanfic request because this is getting waaaay longer than I expected.)


  • If you’ve managed to capture emo fuzzball’s heart, congrats.
  • It’s one spartan task.
  • Once you have, though, you become his life
  • Especially physical attention
  • He may not act like it, but he is absolutely addicted to your kisses
  • And all the hair pulling 
  • So when you bring up the subject of kissing at school he becomes so flustered
  • “W-w-w-w-w-what??? Are you serious? Who the hell would want to see PDA at school…” he grumbles but his pouty face is adorable
  • “Nobody will, Saeran. That’s why they’re clandestine kisses,” you say, pinching his cheeks.
  • He reluctantly relents, and for the first few days it’s you taking charge
  • Then, one day he surprises you with a yank on your arm
  • And you’re suddenly in the supply room of the IT program
  • It’s completely dark besides the blinking lights of the machinery around you
  • His eyes glow
  • For a moment you’re Oh so scared
  • But then his lips meet yours and you just melt
  • It’s hot inside the room because of the machinery, and it just keeps getting hotter
  • You feel his tongue on yours and omg this might get slightly R-rated
  • But only slightly because Saeran’s really into taking it slow