did she not dress up

anonymous asked:

Do we know if she really went?

I assume she did, since Keiy was dressed up and Jesse was there (I assume that was after the wedding). Rose McIver posted a picture saying she was going to a “special wedding” and her and DP are friends, around the same time Candice posted the picture of herself in the green dress. And Vio posted that picture of all the guys around the same time Rose posted a picture saying “it was a special night,” meaning the wedding was done.

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Sombra didn’t know what she expected from a man clad in leather and an owl-like skull mask. (my own shitposting about sombra inspired this)

‘Poor, Baby.’ - Harry Styles Imagine

Originally posted by 50stylesofharrold

He was not up to it, since the morning arose, he was not up to anything, he woke up just feeling the worse, but he told himself he was fine, that he was just tired from the constant stress of releasing the fourth album for the band. He played it off, taking a warm hot shower, and getting dress. She did the normal like every morning, wake up, join Harry in the shower, and shower sex, but today was different. She walked in, wrapping her arms around his waist, kissing his shoulder blades, and giving him a hug from behind. Though, he did not respond to it.

She was confused, Harry would usually turn around, giving her a kiss, screwing the main reason of shower and devote his time to her, but today that did not happen. He did turn around looking at her, but the classic Harry Styles’ smirk was not there, his eyes showed weariness and he had a frown. (Y/N) pulled his hair up, and quickly placed it in a bun, watching him, giving him a empathic look, and rubbing his arms, pulling him into a hug, which he took gracefully.

“Alright there, baby?” She said, pulling away. He nodded, turning around grabbing the soap from the bench.

“Just tired.” He told her, she nodded understandably. (Y/N) went to her business with washing herself, and he did too. But he was still not up to it, he ignored the feelings and continued his morning routine.

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Meet Me Inside - Part 2

Part 1Masterlist  I  Part 3

Relationship: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You really wanted your last year to go without a hitch so you could finally get your Masters degree. But then Professor Barnes walks in to your lecture. And he makes it a whole lot harder to focus.

A/N: I got such a great response to the first chapter. It truly blew me away. Thank you so much. If anyone wants to create a fic header for the masterlist of this fic, I’d love you forever lol.

Warnings: None really, like one swear word.

Words: 1603

Originally posted by uncensoredsideblog

Waking up to 4 texts from Natasha wasn’t what you had expected. She had early morning lectures so it wasn’t a surprise but you hadn’t planned on having a discussion on what you should wear that particular morning.

“ Are you seeing Professor Sexy McSexface today? “

“ Okay I gotta admit, that’s not my finest work. But it’s 9am, sue me “

“ You should totally wear something hot just fyi “

“ I’m sure that’ll help him give you his ‘notes’ ;) ;) “

You can’t help but laugh at her early morning ramblings. How she managed to function in the mornings was still a mystery to you but you guessed it had something to do with an entire pot of coffee. Rolling out of bed, you send a response.

“ And why would I wear something hot? “

“ Also that last one doesn’t even make sense, what is wrong with you? “

But the thought began to look appealing. He’d shown no interest in you whatsoever yesterday. Yeah because he’s your professor, this isn’t some damn romcom you remind yourself. And yet… Here you were considering dressing up a bit as opposed to the usual “throw anything on” approach you had begun to take after being in university for so long.

Your phone chimes.

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SOPHIE IS WEARING A JELLYFISH COSTUME TO INTRODUCE HERSELF TO THE NEW TRANSFER STUDENT.

THIS IS A WILDLY POPULAR CELEBRITY AND FASHION ICON

AND SHE’S JUST WALKING AROUND SCHOOL IN A JELLYFISH COSTUME

There are no lies in my future. This is the summer of answers.
— 

 I. Marlene King (@imarleneking) July 28, 2015

  1. Who killed Mrs D? 
  2. Why does Sara Harvey, aka the worst character in the show WHO WE ONLY JUST MET, get two important, mysterious roles – Black Widow AND Red Coat? 
  3. And why did she have to dress up in disguise at the funeral if none of the girls knew who she was? 
  4. WHY was Sara helping CeCe? Why did she leave home in the first place? What was she doing the rest of the time, when Cece was in Radley?!
  5. If Mona was lucid enough to help CeCe escape Radley under the condition they play the game together, how did Mona not know who A is?
  6. And what’s with all Mona’s damn singsong rhymes/messages? (miss aria you’re a killer…)
  7. But didn’t Mona KNOW! There was a clue in her ROOM when she got captured. How did she not know?!
  8. Why was Wren so shady? Why did he show Mona that picture of the family at the farm and colour it in?
  9. Is Wren really a doctor?
  10. Why did CeCe harm Jason in the elevator shaft? Didn’t she “just want to get back to her family”?
  11. If CeCe was torturing the girls to try and find Ali, then why did she dress up as Red Coat in order to help Ali?
  12. Why did CeCe love dressing the girls up in their 2007 fashion? What was with her obsession with Aria’s pink streaks?
  13. Why did Sara rescue the Liars from the fire? Whose side was she on?
  14. Why was Jenna so scared of CeCe? Did she know the truth?
  15. Why was Melissa helping Shana and Jenna?
  16. Jason said he saw Melissa talking to CeCe the night Alison disappeared, but CeCe says it wasn’t her. Who was Melissa talking to that night?
  17. And BTW, are Wren and Melissa just living it up in London like a totally normal couple?
  18. What happened to Eddie Lamb? What was with him recognising Aria?
  19. What were Bethany’s drawings about? And what was her deal? Was she actually just a random crazy girl?
  20. Who burnt Cyrus? How does Varjack fit in?
  21. What was up with Mrs Grunwald? If she’s a psychic, why couldn’t she give a hint as to what was going on?
  22. What did Maya know? Are we really just going to forget about her character and all the clues and mystery around her?
  23. How did Wilden cover up Marion’s murder when he would have been a child at the time?
  24. Did CeCe really kill and eat Tippi?!
  25. Who took Emily to Ali’s dug-up grave and why?
  26. Who did Aria stab on the train with a screwdriver?
  27. Did the writers really think CeCe being trans and locked away in Radley would be a good motivation for all the crazy, fucked up shit she did? 

Meanwhile in 2016…

  1. Who kidnapped and tortured Hanna? 
  2. How were Spencer and Charlotte conceived …?
  3. Is that “five years later” flash-forward ever going to happen?
  4. What were Noel Kahn’s motivations for helping Charlotte DiLaurentis and returning to Rosewood?
  5. Why was Mary Drake in the haunted house/school for the blind when the Liars were summoned there?
  6. Who actually shot Spencer?
  7. Why would Uber A kidnap Jenna?
  8. What happened with Toby and Yvonne’s car?
  9. Who was the undisclosed buyer of Toby’s house?
  10. Is Wren involved in all of this?
  11. Where are everyone’s parents?
Tea Party For 9

Pairing: The Men of The Avengers x Steve Rogers Daughter Sarah Rogers

Warning: This is ridiculous and well I think I’m funny sorry if you don’t. Haha

When Sarah wants a tea party, she manages to get her way with Uncle Tony’s help. She doesn’t hear the word no when it comes to her uncles, not a single one is willing to tell her no, even if that means being forced into Dress Up attire and using their manners. As long as it stays between the nine of them only.

@chrisevansthedoritobastard @holahellohialoha  
@almightyunnie @imamotherfuckingstar-lord  
@iwillbeinmynest @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked
@goodnightwife @irepeldirt
@yourtropegirl  @bellejeunefillesansmerci 
@buckyb-avengers  @winterboobaer
@mrhowardstark @rileyloves5
@ria132love  @samanthaneedsanap
@theonlyparadox   @seargantbcky
@the-witching-hours12-3   @callamint 
@cryokinetic-cobain  @agentsinstorybrooke 

“Are you sure about this?” You sigh leaning against the wall as you watch your daughter run from her uncle Clint who was chasing her down for of course stealing one of his French fries, her little legs going as quick as they could.

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Kingdom Come Pt. 3 [Damian Wayne x Reader] AU

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Princess!Reader

Warnings: It’s here

Word Count: 947

TAGS: @damiwayni @randomfandomtrashthings @wtfisachoncexx @iamthenightiambatman @anothertypicalgirl00 @pinkwitch21 @coffee-randomness @angstytodd @kpkarlee @aworldwideapart @lovingmytelevision @abbytheninja @ifthisislove-loveiseasy @spacewife @galaxy-jellyfish-queen @femdamian @yoichooseno

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The townhouses were burning, people were running, soldiers were lying lifelessly on the muddy road and the fire radiated intense heat. The stench of blood and corpses hung in the air. Children were crying for their mothers, some sitting helplessly beside the body of their parents or older siblings. There were burning piles of what could only be assumed as the dead. It seemed everything was dyed red; the ground, the clothing of the fallen, their dirt-covered skin.

“Cover yourself.” [F/N] heard Damian whisper into her ear as he forced her hood over her head. He maneuvered the horse around the bodies lying mangled on the road. However, she barely registered his command. There were too many thoughts swirling in her head for her to register anything.

When they approached the castle, arrows flew towards them. Damian drew his sword and deflected them all, his arm wrapped around [F/N], protecting her from harm. They quickly got off the horse as unfamiliar soldiers surrounded them, their weapons coated with blood.

Damian pushed [F/N] back. “Stay behind me.” he ordered, staring at his enemies with cold, unforgiving eyes. There was a moment of silence, then the sound of thunder tore that silence apart and the battle commenced.

The young princess stared at Damian as he flawlessly took down his enemies one by one. Even when outnumbered, he seemed to have no problem in destroying them. However, he also showed no mercy. Seeing the way they fell to the ground, a new, alarming thought came into her mind; her parents. With newfound fear running through her veins, [F/N] turned away and ran towards the throne room, ignoring the cries from Damian.

As she sprinted down the hallway, lifting her dress up just like how she did in the grove, she noticed the remains of the castle servants. Her eyes burned when she recognized them; they were such good people, such loyal subjects. They didn’t deserve such cruelty. They deserved happiness and freedom, yet because they were here, in her kingdom, in her home… they suffered this undeserving fate.

When she reached the throne room, [F/N] hesitated. She had no idea what she would find behind those large doors, but she had a sinking feeling in her stomach that she couldn’t get rid of. She knew that behind the doors was a sight she wouldn’t like to see, but she mustered her courage and pushed the door open.

However, before she could open it fully, someone gripped her arm, causing her to gasp and panic. When she saw those familiar emerald eyes of Damian’s though, she relaxed. Her eyes urged him to allow her to enter the room, but Damian simply shook her head and nodded his head towards what they could see through the small opening of the door.

[F/N] peeked through the opening and she knew that what she saw would be forever plastered in her mind.

Her father, her strong, courageous father was kneeling on the floor, holding what was unmistakably her mother. He was shaking–in sadness or in anger, [F/N] couldn’t tell, but she could tell the crimson liquid that soaked her mother’s dress. She could see how her mother laid still, how her hand laid there, drained of life.

[F/N] covered her mouth to stop the cry that would’ve left it. A few tears slid down her face and she wanted nothing more than to run in there and hold her mother for herself, but Damian’s hold on her prevented her from doing so.

“Don’t. You’ll only get yourself killed.” Damian said quietly to her ear.

“You’ll pay.” [F/N] heard her father growl, lifting his head up to face his attacker with grief-stricken eyes. “You will pay, and when that day comes, I will marvel in your despair.”

“I’d like to see your pathetic followers try, old man.” his attacker mocked, gripping the sword tighter. [F/N] knew what was going to happen next, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away. “Any last words, your majesty?

Her father stared at his wife’s killer and spat out, “go burn in hell.”

[F/N]’s eyes followed the sword as it was lifted up. Her hand fell when it came down, and a scream–muffled by Damian’s hand which came to cover her mouth–erupted from her throat when it went through her father’s neck. His head rolled aimlessly on the floor, creating a disgusting trail of blood.

She struggled against Damian’s hold on her and tried to reach her parents, her caring parents who had been slaughtered in cold blood, but Damian wouldn’t allow her. He ignored her pleas and tears and instead picked her up and ran the opposite direction.

“D-Damian! Damian let me go!” she begged, hitting him to no avail.

He placed her on the horse, and when she tried to get off he stopped her. He looked at her sternly, but his voice when he spoke was soft and gentle, “my duty is to protect you, my princess. I beg of you, let me fulfill it.”

[F/N] stared at him through her tears, and although she was angry and miserable and shocked and confused all at the same time, she found herself nodding. She stayed on the horse as Damian climbed on, and she stayed on as he commanded it to run, run as far away from her home as possible.

Droplets of rain began to fall and soon it became a downpour as the world wept for the tragedy that occurred, but no amount of rain could wash the blood that tainted the soul of the princess of a kingdom that was now lost.

Clarity

Part two of the other side series!

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Levy shifted nervously as she picked at an invisible speck of dust on her dress, glancing at herself in the mirror for the umpteenth time. ’Oh come on, Levy, it’s not your first time going on a date with him,’ she thought, leaning close to inspect her make up for hopefully the last time.  

Indeed, it was far from her first date with the tall, handsome window washer, but lately she was finding it increasingly difficult to compose herself around him, flubbing sentences whenever he flashed that smile at her. The full conversations they’d have would dissolve into flustered babble and blushes as she’d tried to wave off the shyness, mumbling awkwardly as he laughed. It was his fault, really. Teasing her in the most irritable ways but soothing her with quiet words that made her heart race.  

She hadn’t known what to expect at first when he showed up on her doorstep that day, panting hard from running up all the stairs. Behind her, the little black kitty she had found on the streets just the day before squawked sheepishly (or did it sound more smug?), stretching out on her floor purring.  

“S-sorry to bother ya,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. She beamed at him, shaking her head and motioning for him to step inside. He hesitated, biting his lip before taking a hesitant step across the threshold. His eyes flit around before landing on the cat, and his blush turned into a scowl as he crossed his arms and huffed, glaring at the feline as he flipped onto his back, paws in the air.  

“I found him yesterday,” Levy said, cocking her head to watch him in amusement as he glanced at her, then stomped towards the cat, squatting down to poke the cat in the belly. A black paw flashed out, nearly catching the offending finger as the cat flipped right side up, rubbing against his thigh.  

“Thanks for taking him in,” he said, turning to look at her. She nearly sucked in her breath; his eyes were glistening with tears as he picked the purring cat up, cuddling him close. “The little asshole must’ve snuck out somehow, I’ve been looking for him for weeks now.” He deftly ducked a paw aimed for his face, glaring at the cat before squeezing him close. “Hope he wasn’t too much of an ass to ya. He’s a bit of a wildcat, but a cool one.”  

She giggled, shrugging her shoulders and shaking her head. “Nah, he was a sweetheart when I found him. Followed me home and everything. Kinda hard to picture him as a wild cat though, he’s been a near angel.” His eyes bugged out, prompting her to burst out laughing at his shocked expression.  

“Pantherlily is anything but an angel, lady.” He harrumphed, holding the cat out at arm’s length to scrutinize the innocent look the feline was giving him.  

“It’s Levy,” she corrected, smiling shyly as he turned his gaze back to her. “And yes, he was.”  

Maybe it was the way his look of incredulity turned into a brilliant smile, or how his eyes twinkled as he introduced himself, but there was nothing that stopped the heat exploding across her cheeks when he held his hand out to shake hers. Her fingers tingled in his grip, making her heart beat loudly in her ears. Though calloused, his hand was warm and gentle, nothing like she had thought it would feel like. The moment felt like it was lasting forever, that first handshake, and she almost couldn’t stop the embarrassed giggles that threatened to escape her. C'mon girl, get a hold of yourself! She berated herself, mentally shaking her head to snap out of it.  

She almost felt disappointed when they finally did let go, her hand falling limply at her side. “I guess you need to get him home?” She asked, a bit wistfully as she knelt down next to them to rub the cat’s head. He blinked, then sighed, nodding slowly.  

“Ah, I would,” he said slowly, then turned to her with a small grin. Her heart jumped again, and she cursed the traitorous muscle as her blush returned tenfold. “But I don’t got anything to get him home in.” He smiled apologetically, scratching the back of his head as his own cheeks began to glow. “I hate to ask ya this, but uh… can you watch him for one more night? I’ll have his carrier in the morning ready to go,” he was biting his lip anxiously, and it was all she could do to keep herself from flinging her arms around the both of them. She barely knew him, yet here she was, goofily happy just because she was going to see him again. She beamed at him, nodding her head eagerly and nearly crying out her approval.  

He chuckled, his laugh low and as unique as he was. He nodded his head as well, clearing his throat as he let Pantherlily go to run through the living room and scurry under the couch.  

“There’s, ah, somethin else I wanna ask you about,” he said, his voice low and nervous sounding. She gulped gently, almost as nervous as she waited. His blush was spreading from his cheeks to his ears, she noticed vaguely, fueling her own. He cleared his throat again, looking at her straight in the eyes. “Do ya, ah wanna go out? With me? As thanks for finding him, of course,” he asked, nearly mumbling.  

Levy thought her heart would burst out of her chest right then, it was beating so much as he looked away, biting his lip as he waited for her answer. Oh, if only he knew how much she wanted to dance in joy right then. She had been slow to admit it to anybody else, even to herself, but this was something of a dream come true. She never could pluck up enough courage to talk to him while he was swinging in front of her windows, but always had a smile for him whenever he waved at her, taking his time in cleaning the panes of glass.  

But this? Him actually asking her out?  

“Of course!” She chirped, grabbing his hands happily and startling him. His surprised look gave way for probably the warmest smile she had ever seen him give, and she nearly melted under it.  

“Then… how about tomorrow?” He asked, hope lacing his voice. She giggled shyly, humming her agreement. He flashed her another blazing grin, pleased with her answer.  

After the first date, she had lost count of how many times he’d pick her up from her apartment, grinning warmly as he’d held out his arm for her to take. He wasn’t too much of a traditional date, she discovered, but his charm and humor more than made up for that. But she wasn’t picky either, and was just happy to hang out with him.  

Then he started kissing her, knocking the air out her lungs as he would hold her close, or lean over her to press his lips against hers. And the strange thing was, she was kissing him right back! She’d cling to his shirt, moaning as she’d pull him as close as she could (and he’d happily oblige her), kissing him in a near desperate manner.  

It was the night after their last date when she realized something very important about herself; she was in love with him. And not a little bit either. She tossed and turned, her thoughts entirely consumed by her epiphany. She sighed, slightly annoyed that it had to strike this late at night, but couldn’t contain the bubble of happiness threatening to burst every time his smile flashed through her brain.  

The buzz from her phone spooked her, jolting her upright and launching herself at the nightstand where it sat. She panted as she unlocked the screen, recovering slightly as the backlight glowed in the darkness. She nearly shrieked again as the text icon popped up, showing his name.  

Hey, I got something I wanna tell ya, but in person,’ read the text, and she giggled, rolling her eyes as she flopped back onto her pillows. Her phone buzzed again.  

Tomorrow I’m taking you somewhere fancy, so dress up!’

She blinked, surprised. They never did anything too fancy, at least by their standards. What on earth was he up to?  

It appeared that she’d have to wait to discover that, she found. He’d only replied with a “goodnight” and a winky face, leaving her to even more restlessness as her imagination went haywire. ‘Hmph,’ she thought, half grumpily as she hugged her pillow close. 'Two can play at that game!’  

The idea to confess didn’t hit her till the sun was beginning to peek through her curtains, making her too nervous to try sleeping anymore. But she couldn’t help the excitement as the day crawled on, making her antsy for the time when he’d drop by to pick her up. And she did dress nice; she was planning to knock him off his toes with her new look.  

A tap on the door made her heart jump, and her palms were becoming clammy from nervous excitement. He was a bit early, she mused as she reached for the door. She bit her lip gently, forgetting the lipstick as she peeked out, nearly forgetting to breath when she saw him.  

He was holding flowers.  

He was wearing a suit, and a nice one at that.  

He was staring at her as well, but recovered faster than she could right then, clearing his throat as he blushed.  

“Ya ready?” He asked, smiling warmly. She nodded dumbly, taking the flowers as he held them out for her. Roses, they were red roses, her brain dimly told her. Roses meant one thing, and it was taking her an unimaginable amount of time to process that he was giving her roses of all things. She almost wanted to cry, it didn’t seem real.  

“Lev, you ok?” He asked, and she blushed profusely, embarrassed that he’d noticed her shock. She nodded, turning to him and hugging the bouquet softly. 

“Yeah,” she breathed, returning his smile with her own. “I’m perfect.”  

Hands To Myself

(requested by @babymalachai​)

Kai Parker x Reader
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warning : smut
summary : Reader and Kai make a bet  on how long each of them can last without kissing / touching the other.
*not my gif
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Y/N’s head rested on Kai’s shoulder , her fingers drawing figurines on Kai’s bare chest. It still felt like a dream that they were together , beating the odds. All her friends had told her thousands of times ‘Kai is dangerous. He is a sociopath. You will end up dead.’ yet there she was , very much alive and happier than ever. Kai was different when they were together. Whatever monster he was capable of being , it all went away the second he saw her.
“That was awesome.” she said softly , a wide smile on her face. Y/N got up a little pressing her lips to Kai’s. He brushed his palm against her cheek for a moment before rolling on top of her, his lips leaving soft kisses on her jaw line down her neck. “Kai we can’t … I’ll be late for classes.”
“I don’t care. I want you … again and again.” he said ignoring her words and continuing to leave kisses all over her chest , trailing his way back to her lips. “Can’t get enough of you sweetheart. The more I have the more I want.”
“But -”
“Sshhh princess.” he said drowning her in a kiss afterwards. “I’ll compell the professors, they won’t even know you weren’t there.”
Every morning was like this - he wouldn’t let her go no matter what she said. Kai demanded to kiss every square inch of her body before he even let her go get her coffee and even then , he’d still wrap his hands around her waist and not let go off her. Kai was incapable of keeping his hands away from her , thing was … Y/N had the same problem. She rolled on top of him kissing him briefly before getting off the bed.
“You are so irresistable I don’t even know how I get to do something else besides you during the day.” she said putting on her bra. “Bet you can’t keep your hands away from me for more than a week.”
Kai propped himself on his elbows his eyes following her every move as she got dressed. How her fingers carefully did every button of her shirt , pulling the zipper of her skirt afterwards.
“Is that a challenge sweetheart ? Because I bet I can last a lot longer than you.” he said with a smug smirk on his face. “We both know you are the one who can’t keep your hands off me. Like that time we were at the Salvatore’s and you pushed me into Damon’s room when no one was looking. Not to mention the time in the taxi after that party at Skull bar when I had to compell the driver to leave the car to us.”
Y/N gave him the look. “Me ? Really ? How about all the times you sneaked into college and dragged me into the hallway or that time we were at the Grill and your hands just kept finding their way up my skirt.”
Kai laughed. “We can do this all day sweetheart but the truth is I have better self control than you.”
“Proove it.” she said.
“Fine.” said Kai , jumping off the bed and smashing her against the wall , drowning her in a deep passionate kiss before taking a step away from her. “Starting now. No touching. No kissing. No teasing , no nothing.”
Her head was spinning from Kai’s kiss just now. “Done. Lets see who breaks first.”
“It won’t be me sweetheart.”
“Are you still making me breakfast or ?”
“Yeah , of course. Can’t have my girl starving for me and for food too.”
Y/N rolled her eyes and for a second she nearly grabbed his hand towards the kitchen. Kai was looking at her with an amused expression as her hand stood frozen barely an inch from his.
“See , I told you you are the one who can’t keep her hands away from me for more than a second.” he grinned. “I am like a fever you can’t shake.”
“Ugh … You know what , I’ll just grab something on my way.” she said grabbing her phone from the nightstand. “See you tonight.”
Y/N took a few steps in the hallway , stopping for a moment before popping her head back in the bedroom. “OH and … figure out some boundary spell that would keep us away from each other while sleeping … unless you want to sleep on the couch.” she said winking at him. Kai had a shocked expression on his face realising what the bet had meant.
“Damn … didn’t see that one coming.” he muttered to himself sitting on the edge of their shared bed starring at the door where just a few moments ago had been Y/N.

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One of us | Enoch O’Connor X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so excuse any mistakes. Also it’s my first imagine, so is hella shitty. (Edited)


There she was, alone in her room. It was (Y/N)’s eighth day in the loop and she still could not figure out why she was left there. She was not like them. She wasn’t peculiar. She couldn’t be.
Before they left her, (Y/N)’s parents told her that she was special, and that her grandmother was also like her, and that was why she was being left there. Water, they said, that was her peculiarity. But it had never been manifested. They promised that the children and that Miss Peregrine would help the girl in this.
Suddenly she hears a noise coming from the hallway. A sudden knock on the door disconnects (Y/N) from her confused thoughts. Then a curly-haired head enters, timidly, through the door. Enoch. (Y/N) was informed by Emma that this was not typical of Enoch, who spent most of his days locked up working on his hominids. She said that she had never seen him like this: alive.  
- May I come in?
Asked the boy. The girl straighten up quickly on the bed, wiping away the tears that she let, unconsciously, escape.  
- Of course. I was just thinking a little.  
- Then why are you crying?
She sigh heavily. That was not a good day for his obvious remarks.  
- What do you want, Enoch? I want to be alone.
- Well, Miss Peregrine sent me for you. She said you should start practicing your skill.  
- Enoch, I do not think that’s a good idea. I’m not like you. I’m not peculiar.  
- Miss Peregrine is never wrong when it comes to identifying peculiars. Besides, if you were not peculiar, you wouldn’t have gotten into the loop.
(Y/N) sigh again. He would not leave her alone. So she did as she was asked. The girl got up, straightened her (F/C) dress, and with the boy just behind her, she left the room.
When she was at the top of the stairs, ready to go downstairs, she stopped.  
- Do you think I can do it? Do you think I’m really peculiar?  
- I’ve never seen anyone more peculiar than you, (Y/N).
The boy smiled.  
- I’m serious. I don’t think I’m able to do it. I’m going to ruin everything, as I always do.  
- I’m serious too, (Y/N).
The boy then approaches shyly, and wraps (Y/N) in his arms. She wasn’t expecting that. She had already seen him being very rude to the other children, and feelings were the last thing she expected of him.
She then return the hug. He separates them, and with his red cheeks he lowers his eyes. When his eyes turn to her again, they glow in a dark brown like the night sky of the day the loop was created. Then he kisses her cheek, that blushes.  
- I think you can, (Y/N). You are one of us now. 
He gestures to the ladder, indicating that they should get down soon. They went down the stairs to the house and (Y/N), for the first time in eight days, felt that she belonged to that place. That she was peculiar.

Birthday Boy

Birthday Boy

Sebastian Stan

Sorry about the shitty quality and possible abundant amount of spelling mistakes, I’m on mobile and I cannot stand it. But happy birthday to my baby❤️❤️

warnings; unprotected sex, oral sex, use of toys, Sebastian (need I say more)

It was one of THOSE days.

The type of day where he could jerk himself ten times in a row and still be left with a throbbing erection between his legs. The type of day where nothing could satisfy his insatiable need to bury his cock in a warm, wet place.

Sebastian thinks that it’s most likely due to the excitement thats pulsating throughout his entire body. That excitement was produced from the ability, after six whole months, to see his girl.

The little break from filming for his birthday had Seb’s mind mulling over how many different ways Y/N would let him ruin her this year. And shit, he’s not sure how she’ll outdo herself from last year because Sebastian swears he never recovered.

She was addictive, so much in fact that nearly every other sentence that fell from his mouth had something to do with her. Y/N was his entire world, the one piece that kept everything in order.

Sebastian never knew that a girl could run his life this much, but then he met Y/N and found that he was completely, entirely wrong. 

It seemed as though everything this girl did either brought a smile to Seb’s face or a rush of blood to his cock (but honestly, usually both happened). Sometimes he’s shocked that after three years together she could still have this affect on him.

So yes, it was one of those days.. but Sebastian was going to see his girl and that was all that mattered. He could ignore his pulsing cock as long as he kept his thoughts trained on anything but her, which ended up being the hardest to do.

He spent his entire flight home thinking about her with his legs crossed enough to cover his hardened cock. He thought about her body and how many ways she could bend her legs. About how good she tasted when he would go down on her. About how fucking amazing those little whimpers she made were.

Fuck, she was amazing.

Sebastian swore his cock pulsed when he pressed the house key into the lock. He though back to the day they bought the house - how she sucked him off in the bathroom as the agent was downstairs waiting for them to sign papers.

Yeah, his girl was pretty great.

Unlocking the door, he pushes it open with his shoulder. Dropping his bags on the floor, Sebastian peers around the seemingly empty house.

She has to be home..right? She knew he was coming home today, she obviously remembered his birthday from the racy pictures she sent him this morning..so where was she?

Sebastian can’t tell if he’s more upset that she wasn’t greeting him at the door or that she hadn’t planned some ‘welcome home’ blowjob for him.

He knew what he was getting himself into when he took his latest role, he knew how long he’d be away but, that didn’t excuse the fact that he’s been away six months and his girlfriend’s pussy is no where in sight.

It wasn’t a dry spell per say, more of a forced one. Six months without so much as touching his girls skin was more than enough to drive Sebastian absolutely crazy.

6 months since he’s seen her in person. 6 months since he’s seen her tits or her glistening pussy in front of him. 6 months since he’s absolutely devoured her heat while his fingers dug deep inside of her as she elicited sweet sighs and honeyed moans. 6 months since she’s screamed his name with his cock deep inside of her. 6 months of torture and she wasn’t even there to greet him at the fucking door.

He knows it’s because of his career, it drives them apart whenever he’s forced to go away to film. He knows it’s unfair to her when he leaves. But shit, he thinks it’s quite unfair for her to not be at that fucking door.

And because she wasn’t at the door, Sebastian can’t help but feel his ego deflate a bit. He’s faced with the glaring realization that she isn’t greedy for his cock at the moment, that she might not even want his dick near her.

While Sebastian knew she was a busy little bumblebee these days, what with her continuous job promotions and increasing social life, he couldn’t help but feel almost forgotten.

Maybe Y/N had gone out with her new friends and simply forgot that Sebastian would be home today?

His thoughts are cut off by the small pitter-patter of feet upstairs. “Seb!” Her succulent voice squeals as she rushes down the stairs.

He’s so absolutely ecstatic to see her that he almost forgets about the bags in his arms. He drops them, opening his arms wide to catch his speedy little girlfriend.

He’s never seen her run so fast in her entire life, so by the time she clashes into his chest it’s more of a sharp push than a thud. Sebastian doesn’t mind though, seeing as she has her legs around his waist and her face in his neck.

“Hey baby.” He hums, pressing his hands to her lower back to pull her flush into his chest. She mumbles a hello into his skin, pressing her lips down.

His hands run down her back and - wait..silk?

Sebastian moves his head out a bit so he can look down at her attire. It’s a lacy little number that (barely) covers her breasts and does absolutely nothing to cover her plump ass.

He’s so focused on her tight nipples that push through the thin silk, that he doesn’t even realize her lips have traveled to his jawline until he feels her nip at him.

“Happy birthday.” She smirks, pulling away to look at him. She brushes her fingers across his light stubble, giving him an approving look.

She always did like some scruff.

“Did you get all dressed up for me?” He grins, scrunching her hip between his fingers.

Y/N rolls her eyes, shrugging. “More for my suitor upstairs but I guess I’ll let you think it’s all for you.” She teases.

Sebastian nods, hiking her body up his hips more. “Well clearly your suitors doing a horrible job considering this little things still intact.” He plays with her Babydoll, looking at her plump lips.

“You’re the only guy id ever allow to rip this, Seb.” She sighs, running her fingers through his shorter hair. “I missed you, so fucking much.” She mumbles into his neck, burrowing into his skin.

“I missed you more doll.” He grins, wrapping a hand around her waist as his other arm reaches down to grab one of his bags.

Sebastian moves up the stairs, but not before he eyes the kitchen table. They hadn’t had hot table sex in a long time - maybe tonight?

“How’s that Alexa girl, or whatever her damn name is?” Y/N snickers from his shoulder, a certain anger in her voice that sends a smile to Seb’s face.

“Her names Alessia,” He chuckles, squeezing her to him. “And she’s good. She wanted me to tell you she says hello.”

Y/N huffs. “Yeah, I bet she did.”

“I don’t see why you’re so jealous of her.”

“Maybe because she gets to see you everyday while you film and kiss you and do whatever the fuck the director wants.”

Sebastian sighs, kicking the bedroom slow open. “It was one kiss for a single scene. I don’t have to kiss her ever again.” He says, finding her jealousy funny.

“Wow, I bet that broke her heart. Huh?” Y/N shifts closer to Seb, circling her arms tighter around his shoulders. “I don’t want to talk about her anymore.”

“You’re the one who brought her up.” Sebastian chuckles, brushing some of his hair from his face.

Nodding, Y/N pulls back. “Yeah but now I want to fuck you. So do you want to keep talking about her or do you want to have your cock in my mouth?”

“Well obviously I want the second option.” Sebastian grins, pressing a kiss to her lips. Of course Sebastian likes to prod her on her jealousy. It’s a natural occurrence in their multi-year relationship.

He drops her onto the bed, falling on top of her smaller frame. She doesn’t remove herself from being wrapped around him, her ankles crossing behind his back.

His arms reach around to the small of her back and pulls her hips closer. He pokes his tongue out and presses it to the line of hers, requesting for her to open her mouth.

They haven’t kissed in forever and in all honesty, Sebastian was really feeling it before he came home.

He’s rapidly stiffening in his pants and he knows she can feel his cock on her lower belly. They continue to lick into each other’s mouths while their hands roam everywhere: Sebastian’s slide under her Babydoll to brush her skin; hers knit into his hair and pull.

He grips the side of her neck and pulls her closer, lips scrunching and teeth knocking together in an almost sickly kiss. Sebastian follows her down onto the bed, loving the way her body falls slack against his.

“I love you.” He mutters into her mouth, breathing hot air. “So fucking much. Missed you, fuck.”

They break apart and press their foreheads together. “I love you more.” She replies.

Enough sweet talk, Sebastian thinks. He wants to get right down to business after this six month long hell he’s lived.

She rolls her hips up into his, greedy for some type of friction. It was downright sexy, a carnal throb pulses in his pants at the slight brush.

“S'been too long since I had my cock in you.” Sebastian slurs, the need for pleasure taking over his body. “Gonna take care of you baby.”

She nods up at him, silently pleading for him to just ravish her in any way he liked. His birthday was always one of experimentation.

“So baby,” He draws, lacing his fingers around her thighs. “What have you been using to get off since I’ve been gone? Your fingers?”

She shakes her head and Sebastian cocks an eyebrow. “Something else..” She mumbles, leaning up to kiss him again.

“Well get on with it then, what is it?” Sebastian pries, nudging his cock along her lace covered heat.

Y/N sits for a moment, drumming her fingers on his back. “Bought a vibrator. A good investment honestly.”

Sebastian’s shocked at her confession. In all the years he’d known Y/N she had never once discussed any type of sex toy unless she was joking around.

And here she is, his sweet little Y/N — who blushes at the fact his balls have been in her mouth one more than one occasion — admitting that she bought a vibrator to get herself off.

“Did it get you off as well as I can?” Sebastian hums, hoping to inflate his ego further.

She shakes her head, tugging at his shirt. “Nothing gets me off as good as you. But it did get the job done.”

“How about we break it out, huh?”

Y/N nods and pulls harder at Sebastian’s shirt, trying to get him to take it off. He pulls away from her and tugs his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere in the corner of the room.

“It’s in the nightstand.” She says, dragging a hand through his dark locks. “You know, I miss the long hair.”

Sebastian leans over her to the nightstand, pulling open the first drawer. “And whys that?”

“Gave me something to pull on whenever you went down on me. Plus Winter Soldier Seb was my all time favorite.” She gives a harsh tug on his hair. “See? Doesn’t quite work as well.”

He bites back a moan at her action, digging around her drawer until he finds a bullet shaped, silver rod. “I’ll have to grow it out again after this movie I guess.”

“I’d like that very much.”

His fingers flip along the little bullet, inspecting it. “Let’s get you out of this, yeah?” He asks, pulling on the strap of the Babydoll.

She nods, giving him a devious smirk. Placing both hands at the top of the neckline, Sebastian pulls apart the material.

It rips in half, leaving just her lace panties to cover her modesty. “I’m waiting for the day when you don’t rip apart my clothes.” She muses.

“I’m waiting for the day when you just stop wearing clothes all together.” He cracks back, marveling at her bare chest.

He runs his hands down the swell of her breasts, chewing his lip at being able to just touch her.

With a fluid motion he rips off her thin panties. She gasps, giving him a stern look as he chuckles. He wants to hear her yell his name, scream into a void as she crashes from her orgasm.

He scoots down, jaw slack, till he’s level with her glistening pink. It’s been far too long since he’s tasted Y/N and he’s not about to be robbed of that privilege by some metal sex toy. He moves his hands to spread her legs, giving him more access to her dampened core. He spreads her folds, tongue poking out to wet his lips as he’s graced with the presence of her sopping clit.

She bucks upwards, wanting him to just get on with it. “Hey, Little Miss Bucky. Hips down.” He grins up at her.

“Don’t give me a name after your character.” She groans above him, pouring out that plump bottom lip of hers.

“And here I thought you liked the Winter Soldier.” Seb laughs, his breath riffing against her heat.

“Yeah, I do like Bucky. But that doesn’t mean I want to be named after him.” Y/N bucks her hips up again.

“Keep your hips down.” Sebastian growls, pinning her body to the mattress by throwing a strong arm over her torso.

Sebastian’s too horny to keep teasing her and he can feel his cock nearly bursting through his jeans. Diving right into her heat, he licks along her clit and savors the taste.

He eyes her, watching her mouth drop as he nibbles against her clit. He probes it with the tip of his tongue, rolling his tongue along it. He all but forgot how intoxicating her pussy was, so small licks were definitely not enough for him.

His moves grow aggressive, almost as if he wants to ruin her before even getting his cock inside of her.

He fingers along her opening, tongue flattening at the base of her clit and licks with a broad swipe upwards.

“Seb..” She moans out and Christ, Sebastian knows now that he’s never crave a sound as much as that of his girl begging for him.

Y/N starts squirming, pulsing on his tongue — her sweet juices flowing down his chin. He needs more of that, more of the taste, more of her moans, more of her hand tugging at his hair. She’s a drug to him and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t get his fix.

“More.” She hums, pushing his face closer to her sex by his hair, growing greedier by the second. Her small moans grow louder as he ravishes her clit, throwing in a nibble or two.

He gets lost in her all together - lost in her constant pulling at his hair which absolutely drives him up a wall.

He sucks her clit into his mouth and rolls it with his tongue. She sputters along the mattress, pressing her face into the pillow below her head.

It’s been months since Y/Ns been eaten out and Sebastian assumes she won’t last as long as normal. Hell, he won’t last long when he finally gets his cock inside of her.

She tugs on his roots, forcing him to look up at her. “Seb, I love your mouth - I really fucking do. But shit, you can’t just hold the vibrator and not use it on me.” She says, reminding Sebastian that he indeed has the little silver bullet in his fist across her stomach. Pure torture, he supposes.

“Sorry baby.” He purrs into her slick, giving her two more languid licks before flipping the vibrator along his fingers. “Wanna cum, don’t you?”

“No fucking shit, Seb. Just cause it’s your birthday doesn’t mean you can tease me.” She grumbles, massaging her fingers into his hair.

He smirks hotly, twisting the little bottom on the toy. It purrs in his hand as he knocks it another notch. “Wow.” He muses, feeling the strong pulsations through his hand. “Picked a good one, didn’t you?”

“Sebastian..” She moans, pouting down at him. “C'mon baby.”

He nods, flipping it another notch. His eyes widen at the pure power in the small bullet. He leans down and pecks her clit, swiping his tongue over it to add to her copious amount of slick.

Every touch he presses to her hot skin pulls a reaction throughout her entire body. Sebastian knows everything about her body, he’s learned from the numerous years they spent together, exploring one another’s body. He knows she loses control when he fingers her while she knows his cock floods heavy and thick whenever she tugs on his hair.

God did he miss her. Missed the sounds she makes when he has his tongue running across her clit; missed her bucking hips against his chin; missed the pure feel of her skin pressed against his. And fuck did he miss being able to slurp up her flowing juices after she cums all over his mouth.

He brings the toy down to her slit, watching her body jolt from the bed as the vibrations work through her core.

Sebastian smirks, bringing the vibrating tool up along her clit. Y/N squeals delightfully, a content smile across her features as she rolls in his hands.

She cries and arches off the bed, pulling harshly at his locks. Sebastian wraps an arm around her stomach to hold her down as she squirms about.

“That’s it baby,” He coos. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” He presses the vibrator harder down on her clit, pinning her into place. She jerks and rolls her hips, coiled in pleasure.

He watches his girl, completely in awe of the complete wreck her body was. He rubs the vibrator in circles on her clit, completely drawn to her moans.

Her eyes are pinched shut and her hips are rutting up before Sebastian snaps out of his trance. He brings his fingers to her pert hole, drawing his fingers inside of her. He wants to stretch her out nice and good for him.

He drives his fingers into her, curling along the upper wall. Her toes curl behind his back when he presses against her sweet spot. The vibrator is around the size of his finger and an idea clicks in his mind. He’s always wanted to do this to her. He pulls the vibrator down her slit before removing his fingers and watching her eyebrow cork up in confusions. Her face relaxes when he fits the tip of the toy to her hole. He’s never done this before, never got to see her from this angle.

He can observe her, watch her hole. Sebastian pushes the vibrator into her, his cock twitching when he sees her walls stretch and ripple around it. He uses a fast pace to pump it into her, her walls lurching and clamping down on the metal.

His free hand reaches down along the sheets to give himself a generous squeeze through his jeans. The vibrator is halfway in her cunt and he thinks he might have let out a loud moan. Y/N pulls at the hair on his head, wiggling her head into the pillows beneath her. Sebastian just really wants to fuck her, but fucking her with the vibrator is doing a damn good job. He licks around his lips and notices her taste is still lingering along there. He can only imagine how he’d look had she cum all over his mouth.

“Fuck, fuck! Sebastian!” She moans. If that isn’t the hottest thing Sebastian has ever heard..

He never realized just how tight Y/N actually is. Sure he’s felt her clench and stretch around his dick when he’s filled her to the brim, but watching it makes the whole thing seem even more amazing. Shit, he will never get enough of her. And yeah it’s probably her smell that’s lingering in the air but.. He knows he’s going to need her for the rest of his life.

And then.. There she goes. She’s cumming all over his hands as she thrashes on the bed, chiding his name.

“Sebastian,” she moans, pulling at him. “Fuck me, please..” She commands and Sebastian smiles, wanting nothing more than to wreck her. He pulls the vibrator from her, watching her slick slide across the cool metal. He groans, tossing it to the other side of the bed.

Sebastian sits up, crawling up her body to pepper kisses to her chest. She pulls at his belt, pouting up at him. He knows she wants to suck him off just from the look in her eyes. “Suck me off all you want later, okay? Baby, I need to fuck you.” He groans, watching the way she nods eagerly.

“Happy birthday, babe. Now, if you don’t mind, completely fucking wreck me.” Y/N smirks and Sebastian feels a gush of blood rush to his cock. He throbs against his jeans.

He nods quickly, pulling his zipper down and kicking his pants to the end of the bed. Y/N reaches down and cups his cock through his boxers. “Flip over, babygirl.” Sebastian requests and helps turn her onto her tummy. She raises her bum, wiggling it in the air as she waits for him. He shoves his boxers down, stroking his cock a few times. He slaps his cock on her ass a few times, in the name of fun of course.

He grasps himself at the base and scoots closer to her ass, placing the tip at her entrance. Sebastian drops his head as he inches into her, eyes closed tightly. He bottoms out, placing a hand at the top of her ass.

She clenches around him. “Fuck — stop.” He groans, pushing her hip to make her stop. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum right here if you keep that up.”

A low groan escapes his throat as he rocks into her, thinking about how shitty it was to go six whole months without feeling her around his cock. Never again, he’ll fly home for a few hours just to fuck her if he has to.

“Feel good baby? Better than that vibrator.” Sebastian says, diving into her with such force that her body knocks up the bed. He teases her with a smack on the cheek, just hard enough to earn a glare from her.

“So good, so much better.” She breathes, relief growing from the sensation of his dick inside of her. Sebastian leans down and puts his weight on his upper body so he can bite her neck.

His hair falls forward and plasters along his forehead, sticking to his skin with his sweat. He squeezes her sides as the tightness in his stomach bunches and tingles through his entire body.

“Fuck.” She groans, digging her face down into the pillow as her squirming begins. He kisses the top of her shoulder while she squeals in his arms. So sweet, so fucking gorgeous.

“Just like that, fuck.” He says into her hair, gasping at her cunt squeezing his cock harder than ever. He picks up his pace, watching her brows furrow in pleasure.

She bites the pillow below, a scream coming out muffled. She drops to the mattress, her ass still high in the air. Her pussy clenches and releases on a rhythm, juices gushing down her thighs. “Sebastian!” She screams.

Sebastian’s thrusts become sloppy in her fluttering core. He comes hard..Christ it felt amazing. He shoots some good spurts inside of her, low-bellied grunts come from his mouth. He doesn’t want the feeling to end when he continues softly thrusting, pulling his limp cock from her core.

He flips her back over, curling her to settle on top of his chest. There’s a small silence between them for a moment before Sebastian absolutely ruins it. “So because it’s my birthday does that mean I can cum on your face later?”

Starco Week 3 - Bad Boy x Princess

Ok, so I didn’t really know what to do (didn’t have time to do an audio thing because I wasn’t able to plan for it) SOOOOO I decided I’d write a fic :p
So here it is! @starcoweek3 (based on the au by @fullertoons)

This ended up having some drama into it, so uh, yea, watch out. SORRY FOR BEING A DAY LATE!!

My first fic, so RIP my career

Thanks for reading!

The Date

“Uuugh” the young princess thought, patiently impatient to her date’s antics. “He better have a good reason for this!” Her thoughts harrumphed in a loud silence.

“Hey Princess~”, the lax, still maturing, voice called out from behind Star. The princess whipped around, trying to hide the daggers in her stare, but failing.“Oh I’m sorry, were you waiting for me long? I’m soooo sorry~.” Marco said sarcastically, with a devilish grin. The leather-jacketed boy walked up to Star, closer than the girl had anticipated. “N-no, I just got here!” Star stammered back shyly, blushing slightly.

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live through this

After Kurt died, Courtney’s name was on everyone’s lips. Some people felt sorry for Courtney, but most people hated her for it. They blamed her. People conspiracy-theorized that she’d killed him, or had him killed. Others blamed her in a more indirect way, blamed her for not getting him off drugs or for not getting him enough help with his depression (not understanding that you can’t always save someone from their own pain, no matter how much you love them), or claimed she had driven him so crazy that he’d killed himself. It was easy to hate Courtney, to make her into the scape-girl, because she was loud and angry, because she did drugs, because she had ratty bleached hair and wore ripped-up dresses and smeared red lipstick. She was easy to hate because she played balls-out heavy rock’n’roll, because she did whatever the fuck she wanted. Because she wasn’t some silent sweet thing. Because god forbid we blame a man for his own actions - if he screws up his life, or ends it, it’s because a woman drove him to it, some Yoko Nancy Courtney succubus who was hungry for money, for drugs, for fame, for love. And then Live Through This came out, a week after Kurt’s death, and that made the people who already hated her more furious: as though it were all a gruesome publicity stunt, as though she’d somehow planned the whole thing, planned to have her album drop right after the love of her life fucking killed himself.

I didn’t know much about Courtney, other than what the media and my peers said about her. I’d only heard a couple Hole songs. I did know that I found her intriguing. The things about her that other people hated, like her wild, punk rock Alice in Wonderland style and her brash attitude, I liked those. I thought they were glorious. In some unnamed part of me, I thought she was the sort of person I’d like to be. And then, about a month after Live Through This was released, this alterna-goth-punk grrrl befriended me. My school was a middle school and high school, combined. I was nearing the end of my 6th grade year, and this girl, she was finishing up 9th grade. I never could figure out why she was nice to me - she seemed light-years ahead of me in terms of coolness and experience. Maybe she felt sorry for me, since most of the kids in my grade made fun of the way I looked, the way I walked, the way I existed. Maybe she saw in me a younger version of herself. Whatever the reason, she was so nice to me. When she saw me in the hallway between classes or during lunch or free period, she complimented me on my clothes, or the book I was reading, or she asked me what I was writing in my hateful notebook. She told me it was rad that I kept a journal and wrote poetry. “You should write a zine,” she told me. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it,” I said. One day, we got to talking about music. I mentioned some of my favorites: Nirvana, Smashing Pumpkins, The Cure, Green Day, Operation Ivy. Later that week, she gave me a mix tape of some of her favorites, bands she thought I’d like based on the ones I’d mentioned. I shook with excitement when she handed me the cassette - no one had ever made me a tape before - and I put it in my boombox as soon as I got home. The whole tape was great: Sonic Youth, Soundgarden, 7 Year Bitch, Babes In Toyland, Mudhoney, Nine Inch Nails, Tori Amos, Pixies, Jawbreaker, Hole… I grew to love most of those bands in the coming months and years, but the songs that hit me upon first listen were the Hole songs she’d chosen: “Violet” and “Miss World.” And the sky was made of amethyst / I am the girl you know can’t look you in the eye. The next day, I told her how much I loved the Hole songs, and by the end of the week, she’d dubbed me a copy of Live Through This.

That album was a revelation. It was a horrific fairytale, images of purple skies and roses white and red butting up against kill-me-pills and pieces of a girl in a box by the bed. It was a huge, dark sound, a tale of disillusionment and sorrow and fear, and also desire (desire for sex, for love, for everything). It was my desire and darkness, like someone had yanked it up out of my guts and made it into this music that sounded like dried flower petals wrapped in broken glass. I ripped a couple of my old dresses to shreds, and I tried them on in front of my mirror. I smeared red lipstick on my lips and let my hair tangle. Shreds and smears and tatters, I stood in front of my mirror, and screamed along with Courtney. I want to be the girl with the most cake. (And someday, you will ache like I ache.)

-Jessie Lynn McMains, from Reckless Chants #22 (2015)

A Rose By Any Other Name (Part Seven)

Harry Styles AU

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Warnings:Cute fluffy Harry and then jealous Harry

Lovelies: @hardliquorhaz , @whoopsharrystyles , @falsetto-harry , @papercrownskidd

The rest of the night they stayed in Harry’s bedroom talking about whatever popped into their heads. Fiona had a great sense of humor, and even laughed at Harry’s lame jokes. He learned so much more about her.

She was an art major and loved to paint. She got the job at Gemma’s workplace after she interned there her senior year of college. She didn’t see herself working there forever; she just took the job until she could find something else. Her family was back in Colorado, but they came to visit her often and she always went home for major holidays. She had two brothers, one older, one younger, and she credits them for her music taste. As she talked, she played with his fingers while his arm was draped around her shoulders. She talked so passionately about her family; he could feel how much she loved them. He really liked that. Family had always been important to him too.

Every now and then he would kiss her between stories. When he looked over at his alarm clock he could see it was almost midnight. They had talked for hours. She was quiet for a few moments and Harry had thought she had finally fell asleep, but her eyes were still open, staring at his ceiling.

Her skin was so soft and she looked so beautiful in the soft light coming from the street outside.

“I think I should take you out on a proper date.” 

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