but i like other houses' words too!

blue orchids

hanahaki & soulmate au (reposted)

pairing: jungkook | reader
genre: angst and a sprinkle of fluff
word count: 18.748
warnings: implied smut
disclaimer: I do not own the hanahaki disease concept.

I am immensely thankful for the talented people who have created art / edits for this story: x, x, x, x, x, x ♡ also, make sure to read moonlight (drabble from jimin’s pov) and home after rain (short sequel) after reading this story. enjoy!


You were eighteen years old when Jimin’s name showed up on your hand.

The day is fresh and clear in your memory: early December, the winds stronger than ever as they threatened to pierce through the windows of your room, hints of snowflake dancing in the air as the first snowfall augured an even sharper winter. There was a smile on your face that didn’t match the unrelenting coldness of the month, and even though the night was falling and the air felt icy on the tips of your fingers, there was only warmth in your chest as you went through the pictures of your phone.

Pictures of you and Jimin drinking hot chocolate, of clumsy iceskating, of funny faces that made you laugh out loud in the quietness of your bedroom. The feeling sparking in your chest could be considered somewhat dangerous— after all, you were just a girl that didn’t have any marks on her skin, a girl whose fate was yet to be decided. Something as enigmatic as love could be a treacherous thing, too risky for someone that couldn’t decide their destiny on their own.

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EXO’s Types of Relationships

Included OT12 cause you know

1.Baekyeol (You knew it would be here)

  • The opposite bestfriend relationship
  • A lot of people are often intimated by Chanyeol’s out there personality
    • But not Baekhyun
    • He’s intrigued by it
  • Baekhyun’s outgoing but to an extent
    • Which Chanyeol likes because he gets to be the one to show him something new

2. Sesoo My children

  • The “Open” relationship
    • No, not like polygamy
    • Like easy access
  • “Don’t ask a question you’re not willing to answer yourself.”
  • These two have a mutual understanding of each other
    • Kyungsoo is very bad at expressing his feelings and Sehun has walls set up around him
  • Which is why there is no pressure

3.Taoris cries in otp

  • The “understanding” relationship
  • People generally just go along with Tao rather “bratty” attitude
    • So Tao’s used to getting his way
    • But not with Kris
    • Which he didn’t really like at first
  • Kris isn’t the type to give up easily
    • Especially not with Tao
    • Because he admittedly likes his attitude
    • But he could easily call his bluff
  • “I’ll leave!”
  • “No you won’t.”
  • It’s okay though because though he’d never admit it. Tao likes that someone could stop him

4. Sulay

  • The “Trust Fall” relationship
  • Suho has trust issues(I’m willingly to bet everything on that)
    • So he’s not all that stable
  • Lay’s presence alone is enough to keep him steady
  • Sometimes Lay can’t always be right by him
    • Which scares Suho
    • And it might even make him go under
    • But it’s okay because Lay would willingly drop everything to bring him back to the surface

5.Hunhan (don’t act surprised)

  • The “I hate you, don’t leave me” relationship
    • *BTS’ house of cards starts to play*
  • These two are so similar it’s dangerous
  • Sehun has trust issues (It runs in the family)
    • Which makes it a little hard for Luhan
    • Sehun knows that too but he doesn’t know how to tell him, that all he wants is Luhan’s attention
  • Because there’s something so pulling about Luhan that makes him freeze

6. Kaisoo OTP for life

  • The “No Word Needed” relationship
    • Eyes lock and they know what each other want
  • They’re the quite kind of love
  • Light touches, short glances and soft smiles
    • It works because Jongin doesn’t like to share what’s his
    • And Kyungsoo likes to feel secure
  • Jongin gives Kyungsoo a feeling he’s never felt before
    • Nervousness
    • He doesn’t mind though because he kinda likes it
    • And Jongin knows too

7.XiuChen That otp material though

  • “The” relationship
  • Because they’re what everyone hopes to get out of their relationship
    • A friend
  • They know each other
    • Deeper than favorite colors or birthdays
    • Their biggest fear
    • Or how their feeling without even seeing them
  • They are the connection

anonymous asked:

is having a ginormous fat peen a deal breaker for you? yano cuz u short

Anonymous looked up at the sky, not trusting the colour smeared upon the horizon. Horizons could be misleading, they knew. Horizons could convince you it was still daylight, even when the whole of the sky arced above you in a sprawl of midnight. Looking forward was not always enough. Sometimes, you had to look up. 

Directly above Anonymous, the moon cut its teeth into the clouds, drawing blood and bruising the darkness with its waxen light, waning at the edges. It was time. 

They did not have long. The witch had told them, as she reluctantly handed them the bag of herbs, that the spell would only be useful for the minute or so that the moon was at its highest. The minute was upon them. 

Fifty five seconds left. 

Cursing themself for having lost track of time, Anonymous reached into their trouser pocket and pulled out the little drawstring bag. With hands shaking in anticipation, they emptied the contents into the small well they’d dug into the earth all those hours ago, and covered it back over with dirt. Fingers crossed behind their back, they stepped away and waited.

It did not happen immediately. Magic takes time, the witch had said. Magic does not come to you when you ask for it; it comes to you when it’s good and ready. You can cast all the spells you like, scatter all the herbs and make all the offerings, but magic cannot be summoned - only tempted. 

The seconds ticked by, and Anonymous waited.

This had been a long time coming, they reflected. They had waited too long for the taste of power on their lips. They had been too long distant from how it felt to be in control. They had learnt too early their place in the world, and they had too soon come to rue it. The chasm between want and have had grown inexorably bigger since the day they were born, and now they were here. 

The mound of earth did not move. Anonymous thought about the time they had first felt insignificant - the first time they had realised that they stood small in the face of all things - and counted the seconds. 

With ten seconds left before the spell died, the magic came. 

Magic has no face, has no body. It takes no form and it holds no weight. The witch had told Anonymous this herself. Magic simply is; it is because no other word will do, but it is not. It cannot be, and has never been, and yet it is. 

When Anonymous thought about it, it was all rather complicated.

Best, then, not to think at all. Best to give voice to thought and make it speech. 

Anonymous cleared their throat and began. 

“I suppose you’re wondering why I summoned you here - ” 

I was not summoned. 

They flushed, the soundless sound surprising them even though they had been expecting it. Do not fear the voiceless voice, the witch had warned. It speaks, and is silent. The words are only half your own. 

Breathing slowly, they tried again. 

“No, of course not. Sorry. I’m not - I haven’t used magic before.” 

And you still have not. I am not here to be used. Say what you would have, and I will do the same. This is not a service. This is a trade.

“Right. Yes. Sorry.” They inhaled, exhaled. This was the only chance they would have to resolve the conflict that had been the shape of all their life. This was the resolution of aporia; of feeling as though they deserved everything, yet having nothing. Of knowing that they should be free, but being everywhere in chains. Of wanting, and of not having. “I want to feel powerful.” 

In what sense? Power is not all-encompassing. The queen ant is powerful to the workers, but weak to the heel of the boot. What power would you hold? Do you seek to command nations, or to master the arts, or to take another as your own? 

Anonymous considered how best to formulate their response before replying. Precision was key here. The witch had made it clear that magic would grant you what you asked, whether or not it was exactly what you wanted. 

“I’m tired of being silent,” they said eventually. “I’m tired of being unable to say whatever I want. I’m sick to the teeth of thinking all these thoughts - great thoughts, too; thoughts that could topple cities and part seas - and being forced to keep them to myself, all because other people think that their own feelings are more important. Well, what of my feelings? What of feeling inadequate? What of the weight of being told to keep silent? Do they know what that does to a person?”

As they spoke, they could feel their heartbeat rise, pumping and roaring in their ears, in their veins. “Sorry,” they added. “I’m getting carried away. But to answer your question - I want to have the power to speak my mind.”

In all things?

They contemplated it. “Yes. In all things.”

The silence was real for a few moments before it became illusion.

I can help you.

“And will you?” 

Yes. It will require exchange, however.

At these words, Anonymous could hardly contain their excitement. “Anything. I’ll give you anything.” They took their purse out from their other pocket, and held it out towards the mound. “I have money. I have a house, too, but that’s back in town. You mightn’t like it there. My neighbours - ”

I would have your face.

Anonymous faltered. “My what?”

Your face. That is my offer. I will give you unlimited and unprecedented power to speak your mind. All thoughts you have will be given voice, and you will never again be forced to turn away from speaking aloud what you have always been taught to keep silent. In return for this extraordinary power, I would take from you your face, and in so doing I would give myself form and body. You would never again be silent; I would never again be invisible. 

“But wouldn’t I suffer without a face? How would anyone know that it was me who was speaking?” Anonymous asked, wringing their hands around their purse. 

I have named my payment. Now I would name my price. The price of this power is thus: the knowledge that all thoughts you give voice to will be dampened by your lack of face. That everything you ever say to another will be tempered by your lack of identity. That no-one will again know whose thoughts you speak; only that you do speak, and in all things. 

There was nothing for it. They would have to decline. They could not accept these terms. What power came at such a price, after all? What king had ever ruled his country with no name or face? What lover had ever made another theirs with no identity? 

All the times they had been asked to hold their tongue; all the times they had been scolded for speaking their mind; all the times they had uttered the wrong words at the wrong time and had suffered for it: all this had been for nothing. 

Although, Anonymous admitted to themself, the thought did appeal on one front, and one front alone. It was undeniable that a certain freedom was gained by completely giving up one’s identity. After all, who could be held accountable for a deed when the deed was done by one with neither name nor face? Who would they scold when the words that were given were not the words that were wanted? Who would suffer when the things said were not things that people wanted to hear?

Only those who heard them, of course, and not the one who spoke them. 

And immediately, ashamedly, wonderfully, the decision was already made, had perhaps been made years ago. 

“It’s a deal.” 

You agree to the payment and price?

“I do. Take my face, and give me the power I seek.”

The deal is struck.

And then the moon, which had begun to falter at its peak, was suddenly once more at its highest. The minutes had been returned. 

Hand trembling, Anonymous reached up to touch their face, only to find that, of course, there was no face. Where their image had been - the folds of their mouth, the curve of their nose - was now smooth and featureless. There was nothing there at all.

“Are you happy?” came a voice from behind them. 

Anonymous whirled around, and came face to face with their own face, worn by another. “Who are you?” they asked, and a thrill chased up their spine at the realisation that there was no fear behind these words at all. Their voice did not falter. The question was biting, crystalline.

“I am Magic,” replied the impostor, “given form by our deal. Is it to your satisfaction?” It cocked its head inquisitively, Anonymous’ old eyes seeking validation in their new setting, and Anonymous felt powerful. They were looking at their old self - their weaker, voiceless self - and they were free.

Anonymous drew a deep breath in before responding. “is having a ginormous fat peen a deal breaker for you?” they asked.

Magic blinked. “I don’t understand.” 

“yano,” continued Anonymous, “cuz u short.”

“Why are you saying that?” asked Magic, eyes darting left to right in placid uncertainty. “I don’t understand. I gave you what you wanted. You could say anything you wanted, and no-one would ever hold you accountable. You could take a lover with intricately crafted sonnets, bend ears with your scintillating rhetoric, and yet you choose - ”

“is having a ginormous fat peen a deal breaker for you? yano cuz u short,” interjected Anonymous, feeling giddy and drunk with power.

Magic blinked again. “You have the choice of a thousand languages, billions of words - ”

“is having a ginormous fat peen - ”

“Sometimes,” Magic interrupted, “silence is the more powerful weapon after all. I could undo what I have done, but I think it best not to bother. Some people will never learn. I wish you luck with all things, and may you one day find your power useful, for it will not aid you in the pursuit you have chosen.”

With that, Magic was gone, and Anonymous’ face was lost to them forever. Now alone, Anonymous looked gleefully at the small mound of earth that had been their salvation. They thought of all the things they would say tomorrow, and they smiled.

At least, they would have smiled, had they been able.

Far away, Magic rolled its new eyes, and decided to write a sonnet. 

8

You had showered and dressed into new clean clothes, you were sure you had erased any scent of it off you. Of course, that wouldn’t be the only hurdle you would have to face to hide your little escapade from your family. 

First was Alice, you had to get around her. So, you met at La Push, where her gift couldn’t see on you on the Reservation. 

The second was Edward, you would need to keep your mind calm and quite, and not think about it. But actively trying not to think about it, made it harder.

You might be able to do this. You’ve hidden things from Edward before. You had many years of practice after all. 

But years of practice hadn’t helped you today. You had made it three feet in the house before you heard a loud groan of anguish from somewhere inside. Considering Edward could read minds in a couple miles radius, you were impressed you made it to the house first without him knowing, let alone inside. Even if it was three steps. 

The next second, Edward was in front of you, your older brother, staring down at you, a dismayed expression on his face. 

Why?”

His voice calm and even. Somehow that made it worse. Your face flushing red. “Butt out.”

Emmett strolled into the room, a light frown on his face, “Whats up?”

Edward looked at you, with a look that said: Should you tell him, or I?

Edward, I am nineteen years old, and I have a right as a goddamn human to make the choice I made. Are you really going to do this to me? Your fired back in your mind. Is this the impression you want to leave me with from Sex? Negative and unhealthy?

His ridged form tensed up, “Y/N, see things from my view -”

“No!” you interjected, “My decision, my right as a human, too. Remember that.” 

Walking around him, you made your way upstairs.

“I don’t get it,” Emmett said, looking between you two, “What happened?”

“Our dear little sister had sex, that’s what happened.”

It set off a domino effect. 

You whirled around, firing out vicious words. 

Emmett let out a loud, shocked ‘WHAT?!’, staring at you in confusion. 

(Really, they were going to blow it wide out of proportion.)

Alice and Rose appeared at the foot of the stairs, not mad, more amused. Honestly, they agreed with you. All the men in the house were going to take this too personally. 

Jasper looked like a hurt child, “Y/N, I thought we agreed the acceptable age would be a hundred, why …”

In the other room, Esme and Carlisle shared a look. Honestly, their children … ironically happened to act like your parents too, where being too harsh on you. 

They at least understood you were an adult to make this decision.

“Guys!” you screamed, “I will take you all out when I turn, so stop treating me like I am a child.”

“Who is it?” Emmett asked, “I want a name, phone number, home address. Does he have a job?”

“Emmett -”

“Answer the question Y/n.” Jasper and Edward said in union.

“Rosalie back me up, you say you want me to have normal human experiences!”

Rosalie turned on them, sudden filled with indignation, “She’s right. Leave her be. This isn’t any of your business anyway.”

Their eyes flickered between you and Rose and left, no doubt plotting a murder with the information Edward had gathered from your mind. 

Alice looked at you, “I’m impressed you got that around me.”

“We’ll, living with Vampires makes you more sneakier then the average person.”

Rosalie linked her arm through yours, going into best friend/ mother mode, “Let’s get away from listening ears and talk.”

You knew Rose, she would be open minded on it all, and it would be nice to talk to someone about it. Alice too.

“I concur. Let’s go.”

~Admin Bree

Broken Dreams

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A/N: This was requested by my lovely @lovethatmendeskid and I just loved the idea. I’m super nervous, legit shaking. I really hope you like it!

Word count: 3,502

I was sitting at the dining table in the kitchen, staring over at the full plate of - by now – very cold food. Food that – once again – weren’t going to be eaten.

I’d been sitting here for hours, but I stopped counting exactly how many that had passed by now. The more seconds that flew by, the more it stung in my heart.

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Falling Deeper

Originally posted by 13reasonssource


Pairing: Justin Foley x Reader

Request: “Hiii LOVE UR BLOG SO FREAKING MUCH IT HURTS❤️❤️, i was wondering if you could write a justin x reader imagine, where the reader and Justin have been friends for a long time and everyone thinks they’re dating but they’re not. Like they would flirt, have inside jokes, feeling for each other(but won’t admit) and one day when Justin asks the reader to crash in her house cuz of Seth they confess their feelings and flufff”

Words: 2.000

A/N: OMG! This my first Justin imagine and I so loved this little nugget too. Thank you for your support and I hope that you like this one too. Thank you so much for your request and, if you want, please don’t hesitate to leave a feedback in my ask box.

- G. x

Warning: (Y/M/N) is Your Mother’s Name, talking of family issues, swearing.


“Am I seeing you tomorrow, Jus?” You confidently asked your best friend as you decided to go directly home after your classes. You were in the hallway, in front of your now-closed locker.

“Of course, pretty.” He winked at you and you let out a loud laugh. He was a great flirt and that was one of the characteristics you loved in Justin.

“Shut up, sweet talker!” You tried to cover the romantic excitement that flowed in your veins and he just hugged you as he knew that you loved it whenever he would compliment you.

“Take care, okay?” He reminded you as you nodded for several times to answer. You hugged him back.

“Just get together already!” Your friend Jessica exclaimed as she got through you and Justin along the hallway. She winked and you saw that Sherie agreed with her. They were surely making their way to the gym for the cheerleading practice.

“But they’re already together.” Zach shouted to the girls as he shut his locker and followed them.

“Idiots!” You shouted as you broke the hug between the two of you. “I’m going now, Mr. Foley.”

“Alright, Mrs. Foley.” You both laughed loudly. He started to call you in that way, because you both had to pretend that you were husband and wife the day before. Some maniacs were trying to hit on you and he came up with that idea, it sucked but you loved it.

“You should take care too, okay? Don’t break a bone during your basketball practice.” You reminded him after you left a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Yes, Mum!” He rolled his eyes and gave you a kiss on your temple. With that kiss, you felt protected and it felt that Justin was with you, even though he’s not walking you home that day.

“Go on or you’ll be late.” You smiled at him as you both went in separated ways.

“Text me as soon as you get home, okay?” He walked in backwards as he wanted to see if you were already walking away.

“Yes, sir!” You huffed as you wanted to stay with him a little longer, but you had projects to finish and coach Patrick never let people to enter the gym during his teams’ practices.

You slowly walked back home and Justin never left your thoughts. He stayed in your mind even when you were doing your homework.

You loved Justin, because who wouldn’t, and he made you happy every time. He could be considered as an asshole by some students, but you knew that he had a kind heart. He could be weak too, mostly when it came to his family, but you always knew how to cheer him up and how to mend his broken heart.

People has always thought that you were together, because you couldn’t be you without Justin and Justin couldn’t be him without you. You completed each other, even though you were just best friends. You flirted and sometimes people mistook your actions, but you never admitted your feelings to him. You were obviously shy to admit it, you thought that it was flustering because you didn’t know if he felt the same towards you, even though his friends said that the feeling was mutual.

“(Y/N)!” Your mum called as dinner was ready and you didn’t notice it as you were so focused on finishing your Communications’ project and thinking of Justin. “Dad’s not home before 10 pm and he told me to not wait for him.”

“I’m coming.” You shouted as you ran downstairs, stopping in front of the front door when you heard the bell ringing. “I’m opening it.”

“Sure!” Your mum shouted from the kitchen as you heard the glasses clinking while she was preparing the table.

“Justin!” You worriedly called his name as you opened your front door. You were happy to see him, of course, but not after seeing his dull gaze. “What happened?”

“Can I,” he started as you saw him angry and down at the same time. “is it all right if I crash here tonight?” He bit his lower lip as he looked at the ground. He was so shy to ask you some favours, although you’ve been best friends for a long time now.

“Of course, Jus!” You sadly smiled at him as you already hinted that something was wrong in his house. You let him enter the house and you closed the door behind you. “Have you already eaten?”

“Uhm,” He felt more relaxed and relieved that he finally found someone who could help him for the night, although you were really his first choice. “not really.”

“Then have dinner with us.” You smiled as him as you pulled his hand and headed to the kitchen.

“Good evening, (Y/M/N)!” Justin politely greeted and your mum flashed him a sweet and welcoming smile. You let his hand go as you took his blue sports bag off his shoulder.

“Good evening, Justin.” Your mother greeted. “Have you had your dinner yet?”

“He didn’t, Mum.” You answered for Justin as you knew that he was feeling a little bit uncomfortable. After all this time, he was still shy around your mother.

“Oh, eat with us!” Your mother panicked as she put an extra plate with a glass and the cutlery.

“Thank you.” Justin warmly smiled as he felt loved. You knew that he didn’t get much attention from his mother like how you did and he had serious problems at home, that was why you always tried to be there for him.

The three of you sat on your places and you shared a warm and delicious food together.

“Mum,” You seriously called her attention as you carefully chewed your food. “can Justin stay for the night?”

“Yes, of course! The guest room is always ready for him.” Your mother smiled sadly as she sensed that Justin had his family problems once again. It wasn’t the first time that Justin was crashing in your place and he has been welcomed by your parents with their arms widely opened.

“Thank you, really.” Justin was overwhelmed for the help that he was receiving and it made you love him even more because he knew how to appreciate the small things.

“Justin, you are always welcome in our family. Don’t hesitate to ask for help, okay?” Your mother reminded and Justin smiled while nodding in response.
After dinner, Justin helped you to clear the table and to wash the dishes.

“Jus,” You called him as you turned the faucet off and wiped your hands to dry them. “do you want to watch the stars?”

“Cheesy night ahead?” He winked at you and his gaze became bright once again. You knew that he felt better, but you still wanted to talk about it. He couldn’t keep his resentments to himself.

“Don’t you like it, Mr. Foley?” You hugged him from behind while he was drying the last plate.

“I do, Mrs. Foley.” He responded and you just let out some cute giggles. After some seconds, he put the last plate on its place and he wiped his hand using the towel.

You and Justin then headed to your house’s roof with two blankets and some chocolate bars. You used to do this when you were little and you would fall asleep on the roof while watching the stars with your parents.

Justin fixed one blanket on the flattened part of the roof and you both lied down on the blanket as you admired the starry sky.

“These stars are so bright.” You commented, being amazed at the protuberances that you were seeing.

“But those stars aren’t as bright as my life with you.” Justin sweetly said as he looked at you and you suddenly felt the heat in your cheeks.

“Aw, Justin!” You were flattered and you wouldn’t deny that. He knew how to make you smile and, in fact, he flashed you his warm smile when he saw you smiling.

“(Y/N), I am so happy to be with you right now.” He looked back at the sky and he sighed as he thought of his situation at home.

“And I am happy to have you here, Justin.” You smiled at him as you saw that he was focused at admiring the dark sky.

“And I thank you for that.” He seriously said, searching for your hand as a tear ran down his face. “Seth’s been stressing me since he came back to my mother. I was already happy that they broke up, but my mother kept on welcoming him home, although she knew that he would hurt me, although he hurts her too.”

“Jus, your mother has just loved somebody that couldn’t appreciate things. He’s an asshole, I know that, but it wasn’t your mother’s fault.” Justin intertwined his fingers with yours as you explained him how the things really were.

“I know, it’s just that I don’t feel that my mother cares about me anymore. I mean, she would stumble to serve that reckless ungrateful man as if she’s a maid.” Justin sighed as he worried of his mother. He cared for his mum and you couldn’t deny how great he was as a son.

“Justin,” you faced him and caressed his cheek with your free hand. “it’s not fair, but your mother is blinded by her love. Unluckily.” You sighed. “I am sure, though, that she cares about you. She’s just afraid to show it, because Seth hates you to death. She’s afraid of the consequences.”

“What a fucked-up situation.” He bit his lower lip as he shook his head, switching his gaze from the sky to your face.

“I know, but I am here for you Justin.” You caught each other’s glances and he smiled at you.

“Honestly?” You put on your questioning look and he looked at your lips and then he looked back at your eyes. “My world got better since you came into my life.”

“Aw, Justin.” You flashed him your flattered and touched smile. “You’re the sweetest.”

“It’s the truth and I would never lie to you.” Justin caressed your cheek as he tucked a strand of hair covering your face.

“Why is that?” You put your hand on his and you caressed it with your thumb. Your hand was small compared to his and you were amazed because it was so soft and smooth for a boy.

“Because I’m falling deeper in love with you.” He confessed his feelings and you felt the heat and the burning sensation in your face one more time. “I love you, (Y/N) and I don’t want to lose you.” He was brief, but he knew how to explain his hidden feelings.

“Justin, you are the sweetest person ever.” You bit your lower lip and he flashed you his sweetest smile, that smile that you loved the most in him. “And you would never believe it, but I love you too, for a while too.”

“Really?” His eyes grew wide as the words flushed in his mind.

“Really!” You gave him your confirmation and his smile grew bigger, just as big as yours, teeth confidently showing.

He leant in as he was about to close the gap between the two of you. He was really a gentleman, even though he seemed an asshole. “Can I?”

“Is that even a question to ask?” You winked at him and you leant in a little bit closer as you both laughed loudly.

You both moved forward and you closed the gap between the two of you. The cold breeze of air stung your skins and the stars shone up in the sky while you shared a long and sweet passionate kiss.

You waited for that moment to happen for a more than a century now and you couldn’t believe that it happened as you felt butterflies playing in your stomach.

You surely were happy and, like Justin, you were falling deeper in love with him too.


Forever Friendzoned

Pairing: Y/N/Michael

Rating: All

Request: No

Words: 3.500+

Summary: How many blind dates and failures does it take for Y/N to realize that the only guy who will truly love her is her best friend and the completely friendzoned guy Michael?

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Shirt Snatching

Jughead x Reader 

Requested: -Anonymous said: "we bumped into each other in the street and you were grinning like a cocky asshole the whole time so i stalked off only to realise i’m wearing your shirt au" pretty, pretty please?

A/N: THIS CONCEPT IS SOOO CUTE!!! I really enjoyed writing this.

Words: 1194

Warnings: none


Originally posted by immortalle

I ran out the house pulling on a shirt I picked up from my floor and juggling a bowl of cereal, my backpack and shoes in my hands. I rushed to my mom’s car because I was too late to walk to school, my mom got in the car and rolled her eyes when she saw me putting on socks and eating a bowl of cereal which made me flash her a cheeky grin. We got to school just in time for first lesson which I was glad about as I had English first and I would have been stabbed with a thesaurus if I was late.

After my chaotic morning nothing else really happened, I had class and at lunch I was called to a meeting and then I studied for a while in my free lesson so I hadn’t really seen anyone today which made it totally worse because it just dragged my day out and felt as if it would never end. I decided about half way through the day I need a milkshake at Pop’s to reward myself for being such a level headed student, this was just before I screamed in the bathroom because I had at least two hours of homework to do.

I sat in Biology counting down the seconds and when the bell rang I shot up and made my way out the class and to my locker to put my books away before leaving school and walking to Pop’s. I liked this walk more than the one to my house because it was in the center of town so I could look through all the windows of the small street front stores. I strolled down the sidewalk and turned the corner while trying to tuck my shoes laces  in so I wouldn’t trip on them but as I got around the counter I lost my step and stumbled into the person walking in front of me, making us both fall.

“Shit, I’m so sorry.” I said standing and wiping a bit of dirt off my leg. I looked over  and quickly realized that the person I knocked over was Jughead Jones, the guy that sits next to me in English, the guy I don’t particularly want to fall because I tripped him. “Oh my word Jug, I’m so so sorry.” I blushed and held out a hand.

He chuckled and took my hand pulling himself up “It’s okay.” He said looking me up and down smirking.

“Are you going to Pop’s?” I asked as we started walking alongside each other.

“Yeah.” He purred with a cheeky grin still playing on his lips.

“Why’re you looking at me like that!” I giggled while trying to hide my very evident blushing.

“What?” He chuckled and stepped forward as we reached Pop’s he held the door open motioning for me to go in. I stepped in and walked to the table Jug was usually sat and slid into the booth. Jug walked up to the table and slid in next to me which is very out of sorts for him, he is usually one to sit opposite you and try talk to you as little as possible. I ordered us both a milkshake once the waitress had come over to us.

“I like your shirt Y/N/N.” he gave me another cheeky grin once she had left and for the first time today I looked down examining what shirt I was wearing. “It looks good on you.” He winked and put a hand on my leg.

“Thanks, I think it’s my brother’s though, I picked it up off the floor this morning because I was late. I like the colour though, I think it suits me but the shirt is a bit big.” I rambled on until I looked up from the shirt and saw his slightly shocked expression, “What’s wrong.” I questioned taking his hand that had retracted from my knee.

“You don’t remember?” He asked softly while his brow furrowed as he studied my face trying to figure out if I was being serious.

“Remember what Jug?” I squeezed his hand for reassurance, “Did I say something?” I said quickly worrying if I had offended him.

“No! No, you didn’t do anything wrong.” His eyes widened and he leaned back a bit as our milkshakes arrived, we watched the waitress put them down and walk away before we carried on with the conversation.

“Can you tell me what I don’t remember then.” I chuckled slightly and watched his lips purse as he looked to his left stuck in thought. “Juggie.” I pleaded causing him to look back at me.

“Remember Cheryl’s party on Saturday.” He sighed and laced his fingers through mine again.

“For the most part, yes.” I chuckled remembering all the shots Reggie and I took trying to see who could out do each other.

“Well Veronica and Betty told me to take you home before Reggie did something.” He looked right at me as he spoke making sure I understood everything he said.

“I remember that! We walked the long way because you wanted to sober me up before we got to my house because you thought I was lying about my parents being out.” I laughed and watched his face light up again as he laughed with me.

“Well I’m not going to believe the drunk girl, telling me how much she loves ducks, that her parents aren’t home.” He laughed.

“But they weren’t!” I laughed, “We got to my house and I was the only one home so you said you’d stay with me because you didn’t want me to be alone in the house so late at night.” I carried on putting the puzzle together and Jug’s brow stayed furrowed as he concentrated on everything I said.

“Then we went inside.” He said trying to get me to figure out what happened next.

My eyes widened as the realization struck me, “Then I kissed you.” I muttered softly with a small smile forming on my face which made his face light up. “Then we went to my room and we, ah, ya now.” I chuckled as he started laughing with me.

“Yea, I do know.” He laughed and squeezed my hand, “I was there.” He winked at me which made me become all flustered again. “I’m glad you remember.” He sighed and rubbed his thumb over my knuckles.

“Why did you leave without a shirt?” I blurted after a peaceful silence causing him to smile brightly again.

“Well Archie’s house is only two doors down from yours!” He laughed.

“Exactly why you should have taken your shirt.” He fell into my shoulder as he laughed at the pathetic excuse he had given me. I took the last few sips of my milkshake while watching him in amusement, “Come on, we have English homework, we can do it at my house.” I winked which made him look up at me wide eyed then scramble out the booth paying for our drinks and taking my hand as we rushed off to my house hand in hand with giddy laughs escaping both of us.

Meeting Zalfie || Joe Sugg Imagine

“Love you ready to travel down to meet my family?” Joe says trapping me in his arms, kissing the side of my head softly.

“I’m never going to be ready,” I mumble, attempting to break away from his grasp, but Joe being Joe, he doesn’t let me instead squeezing me into his chest tighter.

“It’s all going to be perfect,” He whispers kissing my cheek, letting me go and walking to his room grabbing our bags and taking them down to his car. Joe was going to drive us down to Brighton so that I could meet his sister, Zoe and her boyfriend, Alfie We were going to be staying with Zoë for a few days. I had been so nervous to meet his family, fear of rejection plaguing my thoughts.

“I’m leaving with or without you so I suggest you get you cute little ass down here and come meet my family with me,” Joe yells into his apartment, I chuckle softly putting my phone into my pocket making my way out of his apartment locking the door. I follow Joe, he opens the car door for me. I grin up at him and stand on my tiptoes and kiss him softly. I step into the car and sit down. Joe makes his way into the car and we begin our journey to the Zalfie household.

“Are you stressed about today?” Joe asks I jump slightly, we had been sitting in a comfortable silence for a few minutes.

I nod my head slowly, “Yeah, a little, but its normal, I think,” I trail off giggling softly, Joe brings a joined hands up to his face. He presses his lips to the back of my hand softly. I feel the butterflies in my stomach whenever he’s around, goes insane. A wave of emotion hits me like a truck.

“Hey Joe,” I say softly after a few more minutes of quiet driving, He hums in response, “I love you.” We hadn’t said that we loved each other yet, we just knew.

I watch him as he concentrates on the road in front of him before he realizes what I’ve said. He looks over at me grinning widely, a blush spreading over his cheeks. He continues to smile and lean towards the steering wheel a shy smile gracing his features. He looks back to me, “I love you too,” is all he says, we go back to sitting in silence, my hand still held tightly in his.

A few hours later we arrive at the Zalfie household the nerves build back up, but I bury them when I see the excitement evident on my gorgeous boyfriend’s face. I watch as he eagerly makes his way around to me taking my face into his hands kissing me softly, I grin into our kiss knowing what it meant.

“Are you guys just going to make out in my front yard or are you going to come inside and say hello?” I jump away from Joe, blushing when I realize that it was Zoe.

“Wow Zo, Killing my game much,” Joe chuckles making his way over to his sister embracing her. I slowly make my way over to where the two are stood, I wrap my arms around my waist not knowing what to do with myself. Joe pulls away from Zoe, and takes a step towards me taking my hand in his, he always seems to know what to do when I need him to something.

“Hello Y/N, it’s nice to finally get to meet you, I’m sure you’re aware that I’ve heard of you,” She giggles softly, “Please come inside make yourself right at home.” she says opening the door for me to step through, I look back at Joe watching as he nods “I’ll be in soon love, just need to get our bags,” I look back to Zoe smiling and following her inside, once we’re inside her living room, she takes me into her arms making me laugh slightly, “Thank you,” she whispers into my ear.

“For what?” I finally use my voice.

“You make my brother so happy, I’m so glad that you both found each other,” She lets go of me tears gathered in her eyes.

“Please don’t cry,” I say panic evident on my face, she laughs softly.

“You’re as bad with emotions as Joe is,” She smiles over at me.

“You’d be surprised on how romantic your brother is, well normally, I was the first to say I loved him, which was in the car on the way here,” I nervously babble out.

“Wait you guys said that you loved each other for the first time today?” She asks staring at me with her mouth open.

“Uh,” I trail off, “Yeah?”

She bursts out laughing. “You guys are so cute, Hey Alf come here!” She calls out to Alfie.

I see a tall man make his way into the room that Zoe had led me into. “Hello, I’m Alfie, it’s nice to finally meet you Y/N,” Alfie says hugging me.

“It’s nice to meet you guys,” I say stepping back from the couple, Joe make is way into the room, and wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head on my shoulder.

“I love you,” He whispers kissing my cheek, making my blush a deep red.

“So Y/N I feel like as your future sister in law I’m legally obligated to tell you embarrassing stories about Joe,” Zoe says laughing when Joe groans burying his face in my neck. I laugh and nod my head, “Please do, Then I can tell you stories of our relationship,” I wink at her.

“Oh my God, Yes!” She takes my hand in hers and drags me away from the boys, “Come with me,”

I giggle following her into her second living room, we sit on the floor and that’s where we sit swapping stories for hours, eventually, our girl talk being crashed by our respective boyfriends.

“So do the fans know yet?” Alfie asks. Joe nods his head, “She basically lives at my housemate, if they didn’t know I wouldn’t be able to vlog,” He chuckles kissing the side of my head quickly.

“We’ve known about you for ages Y/N/N, Joseph hasn’t been hiding you from us, Alfie is just trying to figure out the rules for videos,” Zoe says laughing.

“Yeah this kid doesn’t shut up about you, like ever,” Alfie laughs at Joe’s obvious embarrassment. I spin my head to the man that’s sitting next to me, I raise an eyebrow, he looks down to his jeans, “Like what?” I direct the question to Alfie seeing how red I can get my boyfriend’s cheeks. I watch as his eyes snap up to Alfie and widen, the red on his cheeks becomes more apparent. Alfie, Zoe and I all burst out laughing.

“Don’t tell her mate,” Joe warns, challenging Alfie with his eyes.

“Why not buddy? I’m sure Zoe and Y/N would love to hear that story,” Alfie laughs. I turn my gaze away from my Boyfriend and place my eyes on Alfie.

“Okay, now you actually have to tell me,” I say concern flashing over my face, Zoe’s face is locked on Joe’s, “What happened?” I glance over each face.

“Mate, I’m going to have to tell her,” Alfie says, worry clear in his eyes.

“I’m right here, I can hear you,” I feel anxiety bubble in my chest.

“Fine, but if she breaks up with me I’m going to beat your ass,” Joe mumbles laying his body down. Joe wraps his arms around my waist, calming me down. He loves me.

“Okay so before you guys got together Joe, Marcus and myself went away, and during them few days, he wouldn’t shut up about this girl that he had met, Y/N, but the thing is is that he thought that you were into Caspar,” Alfie says, I laugh softly.

“That’s really all that you didn’t want me to know?” I look down at my boyfriend who shakes his head ‘no’, I bite my lip.

“I didn’t want him to tell you, how he helped me plan our first date, but since we’re on the topic of things I didn’t want you to know, I didn’t say 'i love you’ first because I still think you’re joking about being into me,” He says standing up and walking out of the room. My mouth falls open, tears prick my eyes.

“Uh, I’ll go talk to him,” I mumble following him up to the guest bedroom.

“Joe? What was that?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his waist. His arms are bracing him against the wall.

“Please just pretend you don’t know how insecure I am,” He mutters spinning around to face me.

“I love you, insecurities and all,” I say standing on my tip toes to kiss him, “Now please have a good time, and relax a little, I like knowing all the little things about you,” I wink.

Instead of saying anything he presses his lips to mine, the kiss is sweet and innocent. We are hopelessly in love. I pull away from him and hold his face in mine, “By the way you’re way hotter than Caspar,” I wink making my way down the stairs back to where Zoe and Alfie are sat. I smile at them subtly letting them know that he was alright, “He’s okay,”

I watch as the two look to each other and back up to me, “What?”

“He loves you a lot, but I’ve never seen him be so un-Joe-like before, He’s a completely different person,” Zoe says, a small frown gracing her features. I feel the anxiety bubble in my chest again, “Is that a bad thing?”

Her eyes speak the words she’s too afraid to say, “Oh,” is all I say, picking up my phone from her coffee table, “I’ll be back soon, I’m just going for a walk,” I exit the house before she or Alfie can stop me.

I turn my phone off when I can no longer see the house, tears well up in my eyes. I let my feet take me in any direction they choose and before I know it I’m at the sea, I take a deep breath. The smell and sound of the ocean are so calming to me. I take a step onto the beach and sit on the stones. I feel the tears begin to fall, I lay my back down on the stones and think about Zoë, is she right? had I changed Joe? I’m a bad person, I don’t deserve him. I lay there for a while longer with my eyes closed. I open them after I had finished crying and sit up when I notice that it’s dark out.

“Well fuck,” I mumble under my breath. I turn my phone back on and notice that I have fifteen missed calls from Joe. I hear the sound of steps on the stones.

“I wish you hadn’t of left you know?” I here Zoe’s voice say, “You sent my brother into quite the anxiety attack.” I glance up at her and back to the sea in front of me.

“I-i,” I attempt to talk but Zoe cuts me off.

“I really like you, I love you and Joe, But it’s weird seeing him so in love,” She says sitting down next to me, “I told him that you’d be here, I can tell that it’s your safe place as well as mine, but that boy was far too upset to listen to me.”

“I’m sorry,” Is all I say.

“He loves you so much. I’m sorry if I said something that offended you, but all I meant by it was that you are both acting ways too grown up for your age, Hell you’re what? 22? Joes 25. You guys are both already better adults than I am,” She laughs making me laugh, “But please just try and have fun, I’ve never seen him like this with anyone,” I nod my head.

“He’s my other person,” I say shrugging, “Have you met your brother? I don’t think that he’s mature at all,” I chuckle.

“You ready to come home now?” Zoe asks standing up, holding her hand out for me to take, “I drove so we won’t freeze getting home.”

I smile and take her hand standing up. I hug her, “Thank you Zo,” We make our way to her car and back to her house.

Joe is stood out the front, worry evident on his face. I step out of the car and make my way over to Joe,  "Why did you leave?“ He asks pulling me into his chest.

"I just wanted to go for a walk,” is all I say, not wanting him to feel like I don’t like Zoe. I lean up to kiss him softly, “I’m okay,”

“You turned your phone off,” He pouts, I look around and notice that Zoe has gone inside to Alfie.

“I’m okay, you’re okay, let’s go inside and do something with your sister that doesn’t involve either of us walking off,” I chuckle taking his hand, pulling him inside after me.

thewanderingdreamer  asked:

Headcanon: The Slytherin Prefects having a rough batch of first years who are crying/upset about being in Slytherin when they reach the dungeons. So they go get Professor Potter, who is not much better with crying first years, until he's honest with them. "Look I didn't want to be in Slytherin at your age either, but I can tell you I'm proud of each of these Slytherins, and I know I'll be proud of you too." The Prefects being at first annoyed, then reluctantly enjoying his frankness.

Even now, so many years later, Harry remembers what it’s like to be eleven years old. With near painful clarity, he remembers standing in the entry way to the Great Hall, listening to the nervous shuffling and whispering from the other students around him. “What house do you think you’ll be in?” “Anything but slytherin. I’ll take hufflepuff before I take slytherin.” Harry only has a basic sense of what those words mean, but he recognizes all too well the tone they’d said “slytherin” in. The same tone Uncle Vernon used when he talked about “hippies”. 

When the Sorting Hat was dropped over his ears and the Great Hall disappeared, the anxiety was enough to nearly choke him. He listened to the hat whisper in his ear, saying “slytherin” like some dark promise. He’d begged at the time, anything but slytherin, anything but slytherin

Now, sitting in front of eleven year old equally as, if not more, upset than he had been, he decided to be honest. He’d been honest with the Sorting Hat and they deserved that same level of honesty. 

The Prefects had trusted him the least when he’d become their House Head. It hadn’t been easy for them to protect their younger housemates from the scorn of the other houses and even harder to fulfill their duties as Prefects when three fourths of the houses refused to listen to them half the time. What was Harry Potter, the boy who lived to defeat Voldemort, the heir to Slytherin, going to do for the young snakes crying in front of them? They’d seen no other option though, so they reluctantly marched the sniffling first years to Harry’s office and barged in the door without knocking. 

“We’re just not sure what to do.”

Harry looked down at the six students in front of him, tears stained faces with red rimmed eyes. There was awe in some of them, fear in others. Harry swallowed past the nervous ball in his throat. 

“Uhm, ah, everyone sit down. Prefects, you may return to the dungeons, I’ll escort them back in a little while.” They were halfway to the door when he rushed to add a, “Thank you.” They looked at him with unfathomable eyes before shrugging and disappearing out the door. 

“So,” he started after a beat of awkward silence, “Tell me what’s going on?”

They all rushed to explain, tripping over their words and speaking over each other. Harry held up a hand when he’d heard enough, effectively silencing them. 

“I’m going to be honest with he,” he said seriously, “I didn’t want to be in slytherin either. The only reason I was in Gryffindor was because I asked the Sorting Hat not to put me in slytherin. 

He rushed to keep speaking when they started to open their mouths again, undoubtedly about to ask him if they were allowed to go ask the Sorting Hat too, “I asked for that for the wrong reasons. I thought that slytherin house was bad. I thought that it was the house for dark wizards and witches. I thought that I wouldn’t be able to make any friends because how could I be like them?”

A sense of panic overtook the first years, as if he was confirming all their darkest thoughts. Harry smiled reassuringly. 

“I was wrong, though. Some of the bravest, best people I’ve known have come from slytherin house. Some of the most cowardly of men have come from gryffindor. There is no right or wrong house to be in. If the Sorting Hat thinks that you’ll succeed in slytherin, it’s because you have all the potential and traits to do so. And I’m here to help you do that.”

The first years calmed, thinking this over and staring at him with calculating eyes. One by one, they slowly nodded and wiped away tear tracks from their cheeks. Harry grinned triumphantly and stood from his desk. 

“Now, why don’t we return to the common room. I’ll introduce you to some of the mermaids that like to sit by the windows.”

The walk to the dungeon was filled with excited questions and bright eyes. 

6

Saturn is the Bitch teacher we hated growing up but as adults we’re thankful that they were such hard asses on us. Saturn tells us this: “I know you want [insert desire here] but you have to wait. You’ll appreciate it more then.” This is why positive Saturn placements are difficult. Benevolent planets, i.e sun, moon, and Venus soften Saturn’s effects. I have sun sextile Saturn and Saturn connected this way tells me to slow down in how I present myself, however my Saturn conjunct moon stifles my emotions. Recently I received an ask about someone asking I describe their venus square Saturn. Although Venus here does believe in a lasting love Saturn tells this native two primary lessons: One is that “Love Exists” and that it is attainable but to remain practical about it. Secondly, Saturn positioned in this way teaches that in order for that love to happen you have to love yourself first.

Saturn in the Signs and Houses

1.       Saturn in Aries/1st House

Aries Saturn/Saturn Risings tend to struggle with their ego and authority.

·         Marilyn Manson [Saturn fallen in the 9th House]

2.       Saturn in Taurus/2nd House

Taurus in Saturn tend to struggle with security, in this way they’re like Scorpios constantly trying to find solid footing in their lives. Saturn second houses may put too much emphasis on possessions and money. Their lesson is to learn that they have that security and that they can accept the good of the world. “If I can, can I find solid ground, or am I just wasting time?” (Solitary Ground by Epica.)

·         Uma Thurman [Saturn direct in the ninth house]

3.       Saturn in Gemini/3rd House

Gemini Saturn tend to have communication barriers. This placement is like having Mercury retrograde taken up to an eleven. These people may struggle with putting their foot in their mouths or not trusting their words as others would. Their lesson is to realize words have an effect on other whether for good or for ill.

·         Mick Jagger [Saturn direct in the Ascendant]

4.       Saturn in Cancer/IC (4th House)

An IC or Cancer Saturn are people who tend to struggle with their family dynamic – possibly their mother too. It’s these people who need to learn the selflessness of caring and not take their families and/or loved ones for granted.

·         Lemmy [Saturn retrograde and detriment in the seventh House]

5.       Saturn in Leo/5th House

Saturn in Leo or in the fifth house typically have very restrictive childhoods. While their friends were able to enjoy their growing up years; Leo Saturns may not feel like the have/deserve such a luxury. Their job is to learn how to have fun and reclaim their childhood. In a way they are like Saturn Capricorns which I will discuss later.

·         Gerard Way [Saturn retrograde in the third house]

6.       Saturn in Virgo/6th House

Saturn here is very health conscious however there’s a bit of hypocritical aspect to this placement. While they may be health obsessed and able to advise people on health and work matters; they may not heed their own advice. “I generally give myself good advice but I rarely ever follow it.” (Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland) These people can also become workaholics and not really know what to do with themselves when they aren’t working. (I can attest to this since I have Saturn here in the sixth house.) The lessons these people need to learn is to learn how to relax and care for themselves.

·         Heidi Paravianen [Saturn retrograde, possibly in the fifth House]

7.       Saturn in Libra/Dsc (7th House)

Since Saturn’s exalted in Libra it has more power than when it’s dignified in other signs. Libra is the judicial system, police force, as well as victim and criminal. Because of their ability to mediate this makes Libra perfect in Saturn; it gives the sign action to its character. Saturn in the descendant can slow down the process of romantic relationships but because the eighth house is After Marriage, said relationship has a greater chance of lasting long term. Libra Saturn’s lesson is learning how to compromise.

·         Amy Lee [Saturn exalted in the I.C]

8.       Saturn in Scorpio/8th House

Saturn here needs to learn to realize their control over life events. In some way the theme of sex or occult will come into play here. The native may struggle with sexual assault or rape, maybe an affair. Scorpio wants control no matter the planet but especially in Saturn; Scorpio need to learn that they cannot have that all the time.

·         Billy Idol [Saturn direct in the sixth house]

9.       Saturn in Sagittarius/9th House

Saturn here may struggle with their belief systems and higher education. They may attempt college several times throughout their life but find that said route is not for them – which is fine. Having Saturn in the ninth house the person needs to realize that all viewpoints are valid, that their own enlightenment will come later.

·         Sid Vicious [Saturn retrograde in the second house]

10.   Saturn in Capricorn/MC (10th House)

”Saturn naturally rules Capricorn and the MIdheaven (MC). People with Saturn here are very ambitious as well as conscientious about their reputations. These people may have had to grow up faster than their peers yet pull a Benjamin Button where they reclaim a youthful attitude later in life –typically middle and old age. “The death of your daughter would be a blessing.” (Pride and Prejudice) This line come to mind because the Bennets face ruin and destitution due to their youngest daughter’s actions. A Capricorn Saturn’s lesson is to let go of others’ perceptions of them and may face scandals and ruin to learn this.

·         Bono [Saturn retrograde in the twelfth house]

11.   Saturn in Aquarius/11th House

Saturn is dignified here meaning that there’s an added strength to this sign placement. Aquarius Saturn struggle with being a Loner and opening up with their feelings. In the eleventh house the native may struggle with friendships and humanitarian causes. Their lesson involves learning how to love their solitude and then they can blossom into the foreground of life.

·         Jon Bon Jovi [Saturn in the I.C. unaspected]

12.   Saturn in Pisces/12th House

Saturn here is very reflective and in order to learn their lesson the native must retreat inside themselves. Any planets here need extra rest but Saturn here, out of the primary planets, needs the most in my opinion. A Pisces Saturn tends to struggle with spirituality and escapism.

·         Rob Zombie [Saturn direct in the eighth house]

That last page in ch145

with Fat holding Kiri and yelling how great Kiri is and how stupid everyone was when they underestimated him

that’s between my top three fave pages in the whole manga up till now

When I was 6 I went to a friends house next door to spend the night. It was one of my first sleepovers so I was extremely excited. At the dinner table I attempted to ask for something and used the Spanish word for it—too young to realize a separation of languages. The table was quiet for a moment before my friend leaned over and said in a hushed voice “my dad doesn’t like those kinds of words.” I apologized and never said the word around other people again.

When I was 8 I argued with my white Spanish teacher that Ñaño was a Spanish word. It was what I called my brother, a term of endearment we inherited from my mothers Ecuadorean culture. She gave me a non passing grade and I got my first red card of my life.

When I was 10 I began developing faster than my fellow classmates. My mother told me to not wear tight clothes because it was indecent. I was so embarrassed I wore sports bras for three years straight to hide my breasts.

When I was 11 these boys in my class who made fun of me and my best friend started calling me Chewbacca because of my dark arm hair. I began to wear long sleeves despite living on a tropical Island.

When I was 12 my mother taught me how to shave my legs. I shaved my arms too.

When I was 13 my breasts were too large to hide with sports bras. I stole my brothers hoodies and told everyone I was just a tomboy. I walked holding my books in front of me. When I wore a dress for formal everyone exclaimed how surprised they were that I had a figure. I went home early.

When I was 14 I dated a boy who called me spicy because I was Spanish and determined that I must have been a sexual being because of it. I let him take things from me I still regret today. I hate the word spicy.

When I was 15 I discovered the word feminism. My mother said it like it was dirty. I hid behind a computer and tried to learn more.

When I was 16 I was told I was less Latina than my white classmates because I didn’t speak fluently. My white teacher told me she was surprised I didn’t know some of the verb tenses better. I stopped talking in class.

When I was 17 I dated a boy who said feminism was wrong and talked down to me because of it. I let him make me believe I wasn’t worth the love he gave me. He eventually broke up with me because I wasn’t willing to have sex with him. I still feel like I’m wrong sometimes.

When I was 18 I said something in Spanish to one of my best friends. She looked at me incredulously and yelled “English?!” I stopped speaking in Spanish to her.

When I was 18 I found out I was a person of color. I tried to raise awareness about the problems they face and my parents told me that activists who support things like BLM were anarchists and protesting something that didn’t exist. It was the last time they threatened to raise a hand to me.

When I was 19 I discovered I was not straight, and settled with the identity of Bi because it felt the most right. I went home from school and my mother immediately began bashing the LGBT community. She called them unnatural. Sinners. The speech I had written in my notes was deleted and we dropped the subject. 

When I was 19 I sat down and wrote all of these out and realized I never wanted anyone to grow up this way again. I called myself a feminist.

Speakers

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: Sam takes the reader into the woods for a romantic night, but what she tells him causes a shift in the mood.

Word Count: 1,294

Warnings: semi-public smut (they’re in the middle of the woods), Sam being sweet and adorable, fluff

A/N: My first [decent] aesthetic! Told from Sam’s POV. Inspired by this song.

Laying in the bed of my old truck, the wind whirled around us, cool air running over the skin left uncovered by the blanket I’d brought along. My lips connected with the soft skin of her neck, barely touching, the warmth from my lips and breath leaving a spot that was especially affected by the chill. She gasped in sharply, her hands came up to grip at my shoulders as I moved to hover over her.

Her head leaned back on the balled up t-shirt she was using as a pillow, and the speakers permitted faint bumps of bass drum beats to come through the windows. The bed liner rumbled under her back, but all I could focus on was the pounding in her chest, like her heart was physically trying to jump up at me.

The chilled breeze whipped around us, following my fingers through her hair. If I could commit one thing about this night to my memory for the rest of my life, it would be the way [Y/N] looked. The moon was so bright, shining down and illuminating her in ways the sun never could, casting shadows of the trees across her face and body. 

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Want You (Lafayette x Reader)

Word Count: 3,815

Warnings: Swears? (IDK) SMUT LOTS OF SMUTTY THINGS. (im going to hell come join me)

Author’s Note: Sorry for the wait! My classes have been kicking my butt recently but I’m glad to be back! PLEASE SEND ME FEEDBACK ON WHAT YOU THOUGHT OR WHATEVER YOU WANT! I LOVE TALKING TO YOU GUYS! I HOPE YOU ENJOY! I LIVE TO PLEASE YALL SO SEND ME FEEDBACK!

Requests: 
Modern Laf x reader at a high school or college house party with the squad and laf and reader were just really good friends but the gang tries to get them together because they’re like perfect for each other

-Same anon from the modern house party laf x reader here again! btw I will be very okay if it’s a little smut ;)))

Could you do a Lafayette x reader where the reader always flirts with him but he just thinks they’re being friendly so it gets increasingly risqué and finally the reader just gets fed up and is all “do I literally need to be on your dick for you to get that I like you?!” Not those words exactly of course lol (I did use these word exactly and I’m not sorry. It was too great not to use)

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You sat at the desk trying your best not to close your eyes. You leaned on Lafayette’s shoulder and let out a sigh. “Are you tired mon ami?” he questioned still looking up at the professor. You nodded, and Lafayette’s big hand went to caress your cheek. You let out a sigh and sat up once more rubbing at your eyes. You knew it was a bad idea to stay up all night but you had procrastinated on your homework, and instead thought about Lafayette. Your eyes started to droop down when you got elbowed on the side by Alex. You glared over at him only to see him wiggling his eyebrows motioning at you and Lafayette. He knew that you had feelings for Laf, and he was relentless with trying to set you two up. You elbowed him back and turned your head to Lafayette. He was gorgeous, how could you not have feelings for him? You had been flirting with him for the past month but alas, you had gotten nowhere. Either he didn’t like you back, or he was utterly clueless. You were caught staring when Lafayette turned so he was looking at you, he chuckled. “What are you looking at?” he said. “Oh, nothing. Just enjoying the view.” you said winking at him. He laughed it off and returned back to his notes, leaving you defeated once again. You sighed before you turned to your empty notebook and began doodling. You heard Alex stifling his laughter at your rejection but you continued to scribble in your notebook.

The time came when your class was dismissed and you finally felt like you could breathe. You quickly gathered your things and tried to rush out of the class to your apartment when Alex stopped you, Lafayette trailing behind him. “Hey, Y/N. There’s gonna be a party at mine later tonight. You and Laf should come.” he smirked. You internally screamed at his effort, and before you could decline Lafayette replied for you. “That’s fantastic! We’ll be there.” he said moving so he was next to you, intertwining his fingers with yours. You felt electricity jolt up your arm at his contact. Alex practically ran out of the room to his next class, leaving you and Lafayette just standing there holding hands. You were the one to tear your hand away. You used it to tuck a hair behind your ear before turning to Lafayette. “So, I guess we have to go to a party?” you laughed. “Come on Y/N. It’ll be fun! Maybe you’ll meet somebody special there…” he replied, raising an eyebrow. “I already have somebody in mind.” You said raising your eyebrow hoping that he would catch on. “It’ll still be fun.” it flew right over his head. You sighed in defeat turning to walk away. “I’ll see you there!” Lafayette said, giving you a half smile. You turned around and felt your heart melt. You gave him a slight wave and walked away with your heart pumping.

You arrived at your apartment to see your roommate sitting at the table. “Hey Y/N” she chirped. You had no idea how she was so happy all the time. “Hey Eliza.” you said heading for the couch for a nap. You face planted into the soft cushion and relaxed against the plush furniture. “You’re going to the party right?” Eliza asked stirring her tea. “Mmhhmm” you muffled, your head still in the cushion. She laughed slightly before walking over to you. “Laf is still not picking up?” She questioned rubbing your back. You moved your head so you weren’t suffocated. Your pout answered her question. “Well, I guess we’ve just gotta show him what he’s missing.” she said. Eliza was the first person to know about your feelings for Laf. She accidentally told Alex, and Alex told everyone, and everybody knew within a few weeks. Everybody but Lafayette. It was frustrating to see him flirt with other girls, other girls flirt with him, and him giving attention to girls. Girls that weren’t you. Your usually flirty nature did not break you out of the friendzone and you had virtually tried everything. Physical contact? Nope. Pickup lines? Nope. Flirty conversation? Nope. Suggestive comments? Nope. Eliza pulled you off the couch and into her room. You groaned, being dragged across the apartment. “Please Eliza. I’ve tried everything. There’s no reason for me to look nice. I just wanna sleep.” you rolled your eyes, before trying to rub the exhaustion out of them. “Nope.” she smiled, popping the P. She dug in her closet before pulling out a black silky fabric. Your eyes widened and she just smirked at you, handing you the dress. Both of you knew what that dress was. It was your “desperate dress”. You guys had bought it as a joke after seeing it on a mannequin but it had come in handy. It brought boys over at the bar like nobody’s business. You and Eliza had promised to use it only in emergency situations. She had worn it once at a party after Alex had cheated on Maria. He came crawling back like a lost puppy after seeing her. You held the dress in your hands, your mouth open. “I don’t know if I wanna go anymore.” you began. “No. no backing out now. We got the dress out.” Eliza replied sharply. “Well… go put it on!” she clapped, pushing you into the bathroom. You resisted slightly before finally being shoved in the bathroom. You slipped out of your sweats and t shirt, leaving you in your underwear. You pulled the dress over your head and it hit mid thigh. It was essentially a lingerie slip, but it was marketed as a dress making it “socially appropriate” to wear out. You looked in the mirror and let out a frustrated groan when your bra straps were clearly visible against the thin string straps of the dress. You shrugged before you unclasped the bra and tore it off. It wasn’t like Laf was even going to notice. You walked out of the bathroom to see Eliza there, eagerly holding a pair of mary jane pumps in one hand and a deep red lipstick in the other. You laughed at her efforts and took the heels and sat on the edge of the bed to strap your feet into them. “There’s no way he’s not going to want you now.” she cheered. You giggled with her. “I hope so.” you said crossing your fingers. She sat you on the floor and pulled out her curling iron. You two sat there while she curled your hair, you didn’t know what you would do without her. “So if he wants to tap that, would you let him?” she asked wiggling her eyebrows. She was so crazy when she was inside. “I dunno…” you mumbled, a blush rising to your cheeks. Eliza looked at you through the mirror before her eyes widened. “You totally would!” laughed. Your face turned red and you slapped her arm. “Shut uppppp” you said hiding your face in your hands. “Don’t worry girl… Just use protection.” she just couldn’t help herself. You groaned into your hands and just shook your head. After sitting on the floor for 30 minutes she helped you up, and before you could adjust, she dragged you into the bathroom once more. She spent a good chunk of time trying to teach you about makeup while you just stood there clueless. In the end she handed you the tube of deep red lipstick and nodded for you to apply it. You pulled the tube and leaned in to the mirror to apply a precise, bold lip. You leaned out again to be surprised at what you saw. “I…” Eliza looked at you with unsure eyes. “I… I look so hot.” you finished. A look of relief flooded over her face and she nodded in agreement. “Get ready for him to be begging for you.” She smirked and you smirked back in response feeling confident.

You two arrived at the party, and the minute you stepped into Alex’s apartment all the eyes followed you to the dining room where Alex was talking to John, Herc, and Lafayette. “Hey babe.” Alex said, snaking an arm around Eliza’s waist. John and Herc were looking at Eliza and Alex, but Lafayette’s eyes were roaming all over your body the minute you walked over to him. You looked over at Lafayette, feeling his eyes, but when you looked he was looking into his drink. You frowned and moved closer to Eliza. You slowly integrated yourself within the conversation and John and Herc finally looked over at you, only for them to drop like flies. “Holy shit Y/N.” John said, practically drooling. You giggled flirtatiously, slapping his chest. “Oh shut up John. It’s not like you notice me anywhere else.” you said rolling your eyes. “I didn’t know you were so hot.” Herc blurted. You laughed and just shook your head. You looked to where Lafayette was standing, but he was off with a leggy blonde flirting with her. You frowned and turned back to the group slightly disappointed. Alex and Eliza both followed your eyes to Lafayette and were also frowning when you turned your back to him. You slightly sighed before leaning against Eliza, completely hopeless. “Go talk to him” She whispered. You looked at her. “Do I have to?” you questioned like a little kid. She pushed you in his direction and you cursed under your breath before walking over to him, fixing your dress.

“Hey Laf.” you interrupted his conversation with the blonde. She looked at you, unamused but Lafayette turned his attention to you. “Oh hey Y/N. I’ll talk to you later Kelly.” he said to the blonde who walked away giving you the stink eye. “You look hot.” you said adjusting his collar for him. He didn’t even flinch. He just took it like every other girl did this for him. “Thanks Y/N.” he said casually. You let your hand linger on his built chest for a little while longer while looking at him, batting your eyelashes. “I’m hungry. Wanna go see what they have in the kitchen?” He asked killing your vibe. You dropped your hand and followed him into the kitchen utterly defeated. He began to dig in the fridge and you leaned against the counters frustrated. “Laf..” you began. “Hmm?” he questioned, head still in the fridge. “I need to ask you a question.” you said. You were stumped beyond belief and you just needed answers from him. He turned around so he was facing you, his eyes searching your for some kind of sign as to what you were going to say. “do I literally need to be on your dick for you to get that I like you?!” you blurted before you could stop yourself. You shot a hand to your mouth and he looked at you wide eyed before a dark look fell over him. “I dunno mon ami, that would be nice.” he smirked. Your hand fell to your side and you looked at him, shock all over your face. You opened your mouth to say something but no words came out. “Why so quiet Y/N?” he taunted moving closer to you. “Cat’s got your tongue?” he backed you up so your hip was pressed against the counter. “I- “ you tried again but nothing else came out. His mouth was so close to yours and his hands were on both sides of you on the counter. He was the one to initiate as he fiercely pushed his lips onto yours. You immediately kissed back, adrenaline pumping through your veins. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in closer. Your bliss was cut short when Alex walked into the kitchen. “Hey guy-” he stopped mid sentence when he realized what he had just walked in on. “Oh um sorry. Continue” he said before dashing out. Laf pulled away and looked at you, and you just looked at the floor blushing. “I- I gotta go.” you said before ducking out of Lafayette’s arms and out into the busy crowd that was in the living room. You left Lafayette in the kitchen confused and hurt. You didn’t know why you ran away. Maybe it was because you had only thought of what it would be like to be with him not what the reality would be like. Did you like the thought of him or the real him? You found your way to the small bathroom and locked the door behind you. Your head was spinning and you looked in the mirror. You ran a hand through your hair and counted to 10 breathing in and out to get your heart rate somewhat normal. An abrupt knock on the door pulled you out of your thoughts. “Sorry! I’m coming out.” you said pulling the door open and walking out only for you to run straight into a body. You stumbled before a pair of strong arms helped you steady. “Are you alright Y/N.” It was Lafayette. You looked up at him and nodded slightly. “Listen, I’m sorry I was so aggressive. I just. That dress just. I-” he tried, you had never seen him at a loss of words. You smirked before you pulled him into an empty bedroom. It was in that moment you knew. You wanted Lafayette, whether he was just as good in real life as you had imagined in your day dreams you’d have to find out for yourself. But you were willing to take a chance on him.

“What-? Y/N?” he questioned when you locked the door behind you. “I’m going to take you up on that offer” you said walking over to Lafayette who was sitting on the edge of the bed. He didn’t know what you were talking about until you sat on him, facing him. Your legs straddling him.  You began to slightly grind on him. His hands immediately went to your hips, gripping them tightly helping you move on him. You used your hands to push him back onto the bed so he was lying down. He looked up at you in awe and you began to undo the buttons of his shirt at a rapid pace. You wanted him here, and you wanted him now. “Eager are we.” Lafayette smirked. “Awe babe, you’re gonna regret that.” you shot back now fumbling with his belt. You stripped Lafayette of his pants and underwear leaving him in the nude. You climbed on top of him and began to kiss his neck. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.” he moaned out while you sucked on the skin of his collarbone. “Then why’d you never say anything.” you said in between sloppy kisses down his abs. “I never thought I could get you.” he shuddered when you got to the base of his length. “Ahh, so you want me?” you teased, your thumb swiped at the tip of his member before you wrapped your hand around it beginning to pump up and down slowly. Lafayette’s eyes closed and he let out a deep groan from his throat. You stopped moving and he shot his eyes open at the lack of pleasure. “So you want me?” you asked you hand stilled around his length. “Oui, I want you.” He said making eye contact with you. You slowly began to move your hand again. “Who?” you taunted again moving a bit faster. “Y-you.” he moaned out. You gradually picked up speed. “Who?” you asked again. “Y/N. You. Y/N” he breathed out, his eyes shut and his head thrown back onto the mattress. You loved the way he said your name, the way it rolled off of his tongue. “That’s right.” you said before you bent down so that your mouth was around his member. You began to suck at the tip lightly before taking all of his length at once causing his leg to jerk in pleasure. “Ooo-ooh Y/N” he moaned at the new sensation. And there it was again, the way he said your name made you more turned on if it was even possible. You continued to suck on his length, making sure his length grazed the rough top of your mouth just to hear him moan your name. You stopped instantly when you felt him twitch inside of your mouth. You gave him one last suck before moving back up so you were face to face with him. “Y/N…” he whined. You took his hand and put it between your legs at the dripping wet fabric. “That’s what you do to me.” you said and he instantly stopped whining, his eyes wide. His hand tore from your heat to the black slip dress you had work to the party. “This dress…” he began. “As much as I love it, I think it’s best it comes off.” he said lifting it above your head. That left you hovering over Lafayette braless, your boobs inches from his face. You could’ve sworn his eyes popped out of his skull. You left him staring at you as you rolled off of the bed making your way to your purse. You made sure to sway your hips a bit more than usual. You pulled out a condom and made your way back over to him, his eyes never left your body. You slipped out of your thong and crawled back onto the bed. He instantly tried to lay you down onto the mattress but you pushed his chest so he was against the silky bedspread. “Not today.” you rasped, leaving Lafayette to look up at you with nothing but love and lust. You tore the condom out of its wrapper carefully before you used your hands to roll it down onto his hard member. You teased him by moving back and forth so that the tip of his dick moved between your folds. Lafayette let out a frustrated groan, involuntarily bucking his hips up at the contact. You lifted your heat from his length. “Y/N Please.” Lafayette moaned. You slightly lowered yourself so that his dick was making contact with your entrance. “What was that?” you were going to drag this out as much as you could. “Y/N. Please. I want you.” He was begging at this point. “Huh?” you questioned before you eased down so that just his tip was inside of you and you pulsed around him. “I want you. I need you. Y/N please.” he practically shouting, the frustration evident in his voice. You slid down his length fully, throwing your head back in pleasure. You stayed for a second getting used to his size before moving. Your knees were pressed to his sides and you began to bounce up and down. You started by moving up just half of his length before going back down, but eventually you pulled away fully before slamming back onto him. “Ohh my god Lafayette.” you moaned, your hands pressed against his chest. His hands made their way to your hips and helped you set a steady fast rhythm. “Ah-haa. Y/N” Lafayette shuddered as you slammed back onto him. “Lafayette. I’m- m so so close.” managed to moan out, your legs beginning to shake. At that Lafayette began to thrust upward to meet you. His hands gripped tightly at your hips as he slammed up into you. “I’m gonna… oh my god… please.” now it was your turn to beg to him. “Come on baby. You’re doing so well.” he purred, still slamming into you at a fast speed. He felt you tighten around him and he slammed into you harder, “OH My-” pleasure washed all over you as you began to see white. Lafayette continued to fuck you through your orgasm following not long after. “Y/N, Ahh-hhahhh” he took a shuddering breath before he released into the condom.

You got off of Lafayette allowing him to dispose of the condom before making his way back to the bed only to see that you weren’t there. You stood in the corner getting dressed unsure if you had messed up a perfectly fine friendship because you were sexually frustrated. You stood staring at the corner as you pulled the dress over your shoulders when a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist. You turned around to see Lafayette with a sheepish grin on his face. “Listen I get if you don’t want to be friends anymore. I pushed you into this because I couldn’t contain my sexual desires, and I’m sorry.” you said trying to hide your embarrassment. “Well of course I don’t want to be friends after this.” he said. Your heart fell to the floor and you looked at your bare feet. He used his hands to cup your face so that you would look at him. “I want to be more than friends. And not that friends with benefits bullshit. I want more. I want you Y/N. I wasn’t lying when I told you that.” he said, you blushed remembering what you had made him do and say just minutes ago. “Really? I don’t want you to be with be just because we had sex…” you began. “Non. Never. I want to be with you because you’re a beautiful person Y/N, inside and out.” he said with a crooked smile. “Okay.” you said returning his smile. You both got fixed up and left the party hand in hand. Eliza raised an eyebrow at you when you were leaning into Lafayette’s chest when he was explaining to Alex that he and you had to leave. You just blushed and shook your head. “Ok, you guys can leave. I’m only letting you leave because you guys are together though. This has been months in the making.” Alex sighed patting Lafayette on the back a smirk plastered on his face. He was clearly satisfied to see you two together.

You sat before class leaning into Lafayette’s shoulder. “So what’s our next date going to be?” Lafayette asked. “Hmmm… What about-” you were cut off when a fuming Alex ran into the classroom making a beeline to you and Lafayette. “Hey Alex-” you said worried about his behavior. “Don’t hey Alex me. You two had sex on my bed at the party didn’t you.” He spat, his face red. You turned to Lafayette with wide eyes who looked at you with the same expression before bursting out laughing. “Oh my god that is disgusting.” He said. “On my bed?” “Hey it’s your fault.” Lafayette said wrapping an arm around you. “WHAT? How is this MY fault?” Alex asked. “You’re the one who’s been trying to set us up for months. And like in true Alexander Hamilton fashion you got what you wanted.” he said pressing a kiss on your forehead.

Requested imagine 27 Monty

Could you do a imagine where the reader tells a friend that she has a crush on monty and thinks he’s hot, and then one night at a party her friend gets drunk and tells him? this would obviously embarrass the reader but it turns out he likes her too.


“Do you like anyone?” Jess asked passing the bottle of vodka to you, you were having a sleepover with Jess and Sheri “its cringy!” you say hiding your face “whoooo?” they both ask giggling from their tipsiness “Montgomery…” you mumble and they both giggle and squeal “you like Monty? I bet he likes you too!” Sheri says excited “He’s really hot, and even though he can be an ass I think I like him more than just his looks, do not tell anyone girls” you declare, the giggle and nod.

It’s been two weeks since the sleepover and you had totally forgotten about telling Jess about your crush.  You were sitting in the living room with a drink having a deep conversation with Hannah Baker about hairstyles when you spot Jess talking to Monty but pointing at you, you try to pretend you haven’t noticed them but you can see Monty glancing over at you as Jess was talking and flailing around drunk “are you okay?” Hannah asked turning round to see what has your attention “I don’t think i’m going to be in a minute” you mumble as you notice Monty walking over to you “can i have a word in private with y/n?” he asked Hannah, she gave you a confused look and got up and left, Monty sat down beside you “so…a little birdy tells me you might think I’m hot?” he asked with a smirk, your cheeks flushed, it was embarrassing enough that he knew but others could hear too and were starting to snigger “um, i’m sorry did Jess say that? she’s so drunk” you stammer trying to worm your way out of the situation “so it’s not true?” he asked looking at his hands, you can’t manage the words to say yes or no you just sit in shock, then you got up and practically sprinted out of the party, feeling like you might have a panic attack.

You sat on the grass outside the front of the house, trying not to cry from embarrassment “I like you too” you heard from behind you, you turn around and see Monty walking towards you “please don’t run away again, can we talk?” he asked sitting next to you, you still couldn’t say anything “so, do you like me? I’d really like it if you did” he said sweetly brushing his finger along your hand, you nod and turn to look at him seeing his face turn into a grin, you smile at him and he strokes your face “don’t be embarrassed, I’ve liked you forever and was too scared to tell you” he admitted making you giggle “can I kiss you?” he mutters and you nod, looking at his lips and he slowly leans in and kisses you so softly, pulling away he rested his head on yours “I don’t want to hurt you, i’m always hitting or kicking something but I just want to bundle you up and keep you safe” he whispered, you kissed him a little harder and felt him smile into it “you’re not going to hurt me by kissing me harder” you mumble making him smirk and wink at you, he takes your hand and you both stand up walking back to the party as a couple.

Second Love (pt. 02)

Pairing: Yoongi | Reader.
Genre: Angst, SummerLove AU, Fluff & (future) Smut
Word Count: 6.3K

A/N: thank you for all the support you’ve been giving to this story <3 The next part will be the final one ohh :’(

Pt. 01  |  Pt. 02  |  Pt. 03


Summer 2006

Since that night you were sure of one thing: you would stop thinking about Yoongi. You would stop liking him. You started ignoring him at the Gong’s farm, but that was an easy task, since he was the first that started ignoring you in Mr. and Mrs. Gong’s presence.

But unfortunately, Yoongi started going out with the boys again. You had to see him every night and when you arrived home you were exhausted from the effort it took you to ignore him. He was still staring at you every time your eyes accidentally landed on him and you were sure he was trying to drive you nuts. First he told you that you should get over him before you fell something deeper for him, and then he kept staring at you like that. He was contradicting himself. Maybe he didn’t hate you, but you were starting to hate him.

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Dirty Laundry

Originally posted by seabasschino

Prompt: ‘Dirty Laundry by Carrie Underwood’; he cheats, and rather than sitting and crying about it, she gets a little revenge of her own
Word Count: 1,422
Fandom: Marvel (Bucky)
Note: Got this idea when I heard this song the other day, just getting around to it though lmao.

‘That lipstick on your collar, well, it ain’t my shade of pink. And I can tell by the smell of that perfume, it’s like forty dollars too cheap. And there’s a little wine stain on the pocket of your white cotton thread. Well, you drink beer and whiskey, boy, and you know I don’t drink red.’

I casually walked though the house, picking up the scattered clothes as I made my way into the bedroom. He could at least make it seem like he was aiming for the hamper. Sometimes I feel like if I wasn’t here, this whole house would be a mess. I adjusted the hamper that rested on my hip, not really wanting to do laundry. It was my turn this week since he was the one that did the laundry last week.

As I entered the bedroom, I set the hamper on the bed and began gathering the clothes. That is, until a spot on one of his collared shirts. He doesn’t wear these shirts very often, I’ve only seen him wear these on special occasions. Like Christmas, or something of the sort. My eyebrows furrowed together, my brain trying to recall the day that he wore this shirt. Unfortunately, the memory never came.

Maybe he came back and changed into it for a SHEILD thing or something, I don’t know. I was about to toss it into the hamper when an unfamiliar pink spot caught my eye. Lipstick? I inspected it further, discovering that my assumption was correct. What the hell? I don’t even wear this shade at all. My face contorted in a confused anger. I opened the shirt up, turning my attention from the collar to his pocket.

A red stain? What the hell is that? He certainly didn’t try too hard to cover this shit up. I brought the spot to my nose and sniffed it. My nose wrinkled as I recognized the smell, red wine. Neither of us drink red wine, ever. Is he cheating on me? What the hell else could it possibly be? My confusion melted away, leaving nothing but anger behind. I angrily threw the shirt onto the bed, a frustrated grunt leaving my lips.

‘Found it over in the corner, wadded up on the bedroom floor. You shoulda hid it in the closet, you shoulda burned it, you shoulda lost it.’

I leaned onto the edge of the bed, trying to think of how in the hell to deal with this situation. How the fuck do I even bring something like this up? I looked around the room, as if the solution would just fucking appear. I then noticed a crumpled piece of paper beside his bed, almost completely hidden under a red shirt. If I hadn’t been at this angle, I probably would’ve missed the thing. I slowly got up off the bed, and walked over to it.

I picked up the paper and opened it up. The paper itself was relatively small, but it had a huge impact on me. It said someone’s name, their number, and a lip print on the corner of it. Anger coursed through my veins as my hands recrumpled the paper. It took everything I had to not tear the damn thing into tiny little fucking pieces. Why the fuck would he keep something like this? Why not just throw it away, or something?

God, it’s like he didn’t even give a fuck if I found out or some shit. Maybe this has been going on for a while, and he just got a little too cocky. I think that would be the final knife in my damn back. Third time’s the charm, right? I huffed, my eyes landing on the shirt that I had thrown onto the bed. I could do so many things to that little weasel. I could make him regret ever meeting me. I could kill Bucky without it ever being traced back to me.

‘Now I'ma have to hang you out to dry. Clothespin all your secrets to the line, leave ‘em blowing in the wind, just say goodbye to you. All those midnights sneaking in “I’m late again, oh, I’m so sorry,” all the Ajax in the world ain’t gonna clean your dirty laundry.’

At least now I know why the hell he was late so often, even when him and I had made plans together. Even though I could kill him without a trace, I think I’ll settle for something a little more theatrical. I swiped the shirt off of the bed as I left the room and headed for the kitchen. I looked under the sink, grabbing the little bit of rope that was there. I then looked through the drawers, settling on some binder clips instead of tape or clothespins.

I all but ran outside, not bothering to close the door behind me. I tied the rope to either ends of the two small pillars that were on the porch. I put a few clips in my mouth, the crumpled paper still in one of my hands. I pinned the shirt onto the rope, making sure that nothing was obstructing it’s view. I then pinned the paper to the line, that should send the message. It’ll send one to everyone else too, and by god I hope that they spread rumors about him.

Just in case he doesn’t get the message, maybe I should further my point. I turned on my heels, storming into the bedroom and gathering as much of his clothes as I could. I ran out to the porch and threw them on the lawn. I think his wardrobe looks much nicer on the grass, anyway. It really brings out all the damn lies he’s been hiding in them. Bucky got home just as I finished throwing the last bit of clothes onto the lawn.

‘If the neighbors get to asking, I won’t cover nothin’ up. I’ll tell 'em every little detail, how you drug me through the mud. I’m gonna string up your old button-down and slide it on the porch, just in case you get the nerve to come knockin’ on my door.’

To say that he looked surprised would be the biggest understatement I’d ever witnessed. He looked toward me, eyebrows furrowed, about to pop off with something when his eyes caught the shirt. It was then that I could see his whole world crashing down on him in less than five seconds. Good, I hope he feels like shit for what he did. He opened his mouth to say something, and I raised a brow with my hands on my hips.

“What, got some excuse for me?” I questioned.

“Doll, let’s talk about this-” He started.

“Sure, fine, let’s talk about that hideous pink lipstick on your collar, or that cheap ass corner store perfume on your shirt. Let’s talk about the red wine stain on the pocket. Or, if those sound too boring for you, we can talk about the damn note that was beside the bed. Victim’s choice.” I said, crossing my arms.

“What? That’s not red wine, that’s-that’s-” He stuttered.

“That’s what? Cat got your tongue?” I questioned.

“That’s just cranberry juice.” He poorly excused.

“Honey, cranberry juice neither smells like that or stains like that.” I debunked, “How about the lipstick? Got another theory for that?”

“It’s not lipstick-” He began.

“Really?” I asked in a falsely shocked tone with my eyebrows raised, “’Cause it looks an awful lot like a lip print to me. Hmmm, maybe it’s just icing off of a donuts, huh?” I questioned with sarcasm.

“Doll, please-” He started again.

“I hope the neighbors start rumors about you, I hope the team asks you why you were thrown out, I hope heat gets put on you like a Louisiana summer.” I spat.

“Can’t we talk about this like human beings?” He asked.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know I was talking to a human being. I thought I was talking to a weasel, my mistake.” I said as I walked inside of the house.

“Babe, Doll, wait-” He began again.

“Don’t you touch that shirt or that note,” I pointed to the shirt that started this mess, “It’s gonna stay there in case you ever decide to come back. Kind of like how a scarecrow works on birds, except this one is for a weasel.” I said, “Oops, sorry, a human weasel.”

“Y/N-” Bucky started.

“Goodbye, doll.” I said, shutting the door in his face.

No Control | Chapter Thirteen

Summary: 

Micky Bennett: college student, loyal friend, aspiring nurse, One Direction fan, Harry Styles enthusiast. Her best friend, Trevor, wins tickets to a show in New Jersey with meet and greet passes. Micky expects a quick photo op with the boys and a great night at the concert with her best friend. What she gets a whole lot more than she bargained for.

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WARNING: Smut ahead. Daddy kink.

THIRTEEN

Harry and I talk about little snippets of our lives as we sip at our teas. He tells me about going through his parents’ divorce when he was younger, so I tell him about my mum being sick when I was just going into secondary. He tells me about the nerves he felt auditioning for X Factor and how surreal it was when they started experiencing fame, and I get him to laugh when I tell him about the complete nutter I was for One Direction when I was younger. We get stuck on that topic for a while, Harry very much finding enjoyment in my embarrassment for my teenage self. 

“Georgie and I were completely obsessed. I mean, we were obviously about the same age as you guys, so that was exciting for us, but it was ridiculous. You should’ve seen my room for a few years. We nabbed up every magazine you guys were in so we could have those posters they included. I don’t think I could see an inch of my walls at one point. It was awful,” I groaned. Harry laughs as I hide my face in my hands, a little flustered that I’m even admitting this to him now. 

“What’s it like, now?” he asks through some chuckles. He pries my hands away from my face so I can answer him.

“Pretty normal,” I admit. “There’s a few posters of bands and such, but its mostly photos of friends and family now.”

“Aw, I’m not on your wall anymore?” he pouts.

“Harry, your face was plastered on my ceiling right above my bed at one point. You had your time to shine, mister.”

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