don't call me your best friend

Hamilton characters as things my friends and roommates have said at college
  • Washington: Every time you don't keep your side of the room clean, god kills a puppy.
  • Angelica: Honey, if that boy talks to you again and you don't like what he's saying, send him to me and I'll kick him so hard in the ass, he'll need my foot surgically removed from his mouth.
  • Maria: I look like a hooker in this dress, but not a cheap one. Like, a really expensive one. For the guys who wear nice cologne and suits.
  • Laurens: I don't know if I'm gay. Or straight. Or bi. I don't know what I am. I just know I have to pee now cause I'm so stressed about this.
  • Hamilton: I want to have a party just about me. Like, no music, no dancing, nothing. Just an empty room and me with a mic, so that everyone will come and have to hear me talk.
  • Eliza: I feel so guilty, I ate sugar before lunch. My mum always says it's unhealthy to eat sugar before noon. What have I done? I'm a horrible rebel. I need to go call her and apologise.
  • Peggy: DUDE IM NOT A GARBAGE CAN STOP THROWING YOUR FUCKING GARBAGE AT ME AM I THAT UNNOTICEABLE JESUS I HATE YOU ALL
  • Jefferson: Everyone here is so goddamn stupid.
  • Burr: Either I'll kill myself or my dorm-mate before summer break. I don't know which yet.
  • Lance: no, it's because you always have someone clean up your mess for you! No food? Hunk'll make something. Your lion attacking a planet cause you're almost dying? Shiro'll smooth it over with the rebel galra.
  • Keith: I smoothed that over myself!
  • Lance: no, you made your little knife into a slightly larger knife!
  • Hunk: please stop fighting it reminds me of when my dad fought with my best friend- my mom.
  • Keith: oh, whatever. Hunk, spoon me, we need to conserve warmth.
  • Lance: no, Hunk'll spoon me. We're best friends.
  • Keith: i called first spoon!
  • Lance: hunk, don't throw away a four year friendship for a one night-spoon!
  • Hunk: stop this and get on the ground and we will triple spoon like adults!
Put a letter in my ask! I'll answer honestly !

A - Available?
B - Birthday?
C - Crushing on?
D - Drink you last had?
E - Easiest person to talk to?
F - Favourite song?
G - Grade i hated?
H - Hometown?
I - Icecream flavour?
J - Jellybean flavour?
K - Killed someone?
L- Longest friendship?
M - Milkshake flavour?
N - Number of siblings?
O - One wish?
P - Person who called me last?
Q - Question your always asked?
R - Reason to smile?
S - Song i last sung?
T - Time you woke up?
U - Umbrella colour?
V - Very best friend?
W - Which celebrity i’d marry?
X - X rays i had?
Y - Your last time you cried?
Z - Zodiac sign?

Whenever you need me, whenever want me
you know you can call me, I’ll be there shortly.
Don’t care what your friends say, ‘cause they don’t know me
I can be your best friend and you be my homie.
—  Wiz Khalifa - Roll up

brittanyzelazno  asked:

#8 (this is the best prompt list I've ever seen btw)

“why are you so jealous?”
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“you ready to go shawn?” you called from the front door as you waiting for shawn to meet you.

you were going to a club tonight with some old friends you hadn’t seen in a while, you were excited.

you decided to wear your favourite black dress that came a little bit past your butt, along with black heels to match. you always found yourself wearing black and black, it was natural to you.

“i’m coming, i’m coming,” shawn chuckled, meeting you at the front door.

“we match,” you commented as you waited for shawn to put his shoes on. he was wearing black skinny jeans and a black dress shirt that was almost too tight. if you looked close enough, you could make out the defined muscles on his chest and arms.

“if you wear that, we’re gonna be late to the party.” shawn said, wrapping his arms around your waist.

you pulled away, laughing slightly. “come on, we’ve got people waiting for us.”

shawn pouted as you patted his chest, “maybe later babe.”

the ride to the club was spent in comfortable silence, shawn’s hand rested on your thigh the entire time and he was occasionally humming along to whatever was playing on the radio.

getting into the club was easy, but finding your friends was the hardest part. there were many, many, people in the club tonight and trying to make your way through the crowd was tough.

shawn rested his hand on the small of your back, guiding you through the crowd. you knew he was also showing everyone around that you were his.

“y/n! shawn!“your best friend called from the bar, she got up from her seat and practically ran to you.

"long time no see!” you yelled, due to the music being loud. “i missed you.”

she pulled you in for a quick hug, before leading you to the bar. shawn followed, taking a seat between you and your best friends’ boyfriend, jack.

shawn and jack excused themselves after a bit, leaving you two at the bar by yourself.

after about 15 minutes, someone took the seat next to you. you assumed it was shawn so you said nothing.

“can we have some tequila shots?” you best friend called, throwing some money on the bar.

the waiter returned with the shots, and as we went to take the money the man you assumed to be shawn spoke up.

“i’ve got it.”

he handed him money before you or your friend could protest.

“you really didn’t have to do that.” you said, handing him the drink. “here, you can have it.”

“a pretty thing like you shouldn’t have to pay for her own drink.”

you blushed at the compliment, “thank you,”

he kept talking to you, and it was starting to make you and your best friend rather uncomfortable.

“so anyways-”

he was cut off by shawn coming behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“sorry babe, i’m back. is he bothering you?”

the unknown man’s confidence faded in an instant. “u-uh, no sorry. i was just going.”

as we walked away, shawn continued his death stare on him until he was out of sight.

“let’s go.”

shawn harshly grabbed your hand, pulling you outside the club before you could even say bye to your friend.

“what’s your problem shawn?” you asked as soon as you walked outside, pulling your hand away.

“you should already know y/n.”

he slammed the door to his jeep after he got in, you following before he could drive away.

“what do you mean? i should know?”

“you were flirting with him back there, and you were letting him flirt with you y/n! what the hell?”

“why are you so jealous?” you asked, “i don’t get it?”

he slammed his hands on the wheel, causing you to jump slightly.

neither of you talked the entire ride home, but you knew that as soon as you walked through the front doors to his apartment you were going to start yelling.

as soon as shawn parked the car you got out as fast as you could, reaching the door to the apartment and slamming it shut.

“would you like to answer my question?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“you want to know why i’m so jealous y/n? because when you do shit like that it makes me feel like i’m not good enough for you! why should you feel the need to flirt with other guys in front of me? or at all? am i not good enough, do you not want me anymore?”

he ran his hands through his hair and you felt a piece of your heart break with his words.

“oh shawn, that’s not how i feel at all. i love you and only you! you know-” you began, walking closer to him.

“i know, i know. you’re a natural flirty person, but still i can’t help it.”

“i’m sorry, i didn’t know.”

he shook his head, “it’s okay, i’m sorry too.”

you had an idea on how to make this situation a little better. you stood on your tip-toes and brought your lips to his ear.

“come with me and i’ll show you how much i love you.”

he smirked as you led him into his bedroom.

Yang hanging with Jaune too much
  • Yang and jaune playing video games:
  • Weiss walking in the room: ugh gosh darn it don't waste your time flirting with me today vomit boy
  • Jaune: good thing i got rid of all my watches because when i hang with yang i ain't got time for that
  • Yang: wait did you just pun?
  • Jaune: did you not see it coming
  • Yang: not really
  • Jaune: then it must be out focus
  • Yang: i should stand up because I don't want to lie that was good this isn't even i our album
  • Jaune: i know but its the best of our throwaways
  • Yang: well we should go into basketball because when we shoot them they go in
  • Yang and jaune fist bump:
  • Weiss: anyway guys why don't you guys ever call me to hang out
  • Yang: talk to him
  • Jaune: well when I text you don't even reply
  • Yang: yea if you want to hang with me and my guy best friend you have to set up a time and date
  • Weiss: why i actually live in this room
  • Jaune: don't you know you always have to prepare for a snow day
  • Yang and jaune putting sun glasses:
  • Yang: that is sort of mean dude
  • Jaune: hey your not a angel either
  • Yang: that's not my fault i can't even fly
  • Ruby: that's it i need some air
  • Weiss: me too
  • Yang: wow there is alot of shade coming at us
  • Jaune: i wonder who love throwing it the most
  • Jaune: hey yang
  • Yang: yea?
  • Jaune: if we are clowns i love hanging with you in this cirque du soleil
  • Yang blushes: me too thanks for being my dude best friend
  • Yang and jaune fist bump:
Prompt List
  • 1: "Can we please do that again?"
  • 2: "You should know that your really easy to fool."
  • 3: "Why are you still here, can't you just leave?"
  • 4: "I know you don't love me, but I love you."
  • 5: "My head is pounding!"
  • 6: "Let me take you out for dinner."
  • 7: "Let have a baby."
  • 8: "What are you wearing?"
  • 9: "We made a bet, and you lost. Now you have to do it."
  • 10: "Is that a tattoo?"
  • 11: "This is the only time you are ever going to be in the same bed with me."
  • 12: "You are so sappy."
  • 13: "I never imagined that I was going to be marrying my best friend."
  • 14: "Just go get me some fucking tampons!"
  • 15: "I can't believe I'm doing this."
  • 16: "Just keep singing."
  • 17: "What is going on here?"
  • 18: "You saw me naked!"
  • 19: "Why are you calling me at 3 in the morning?"
  • 20: "You are driving me crazy!"
  • 21: "I'm a big girl, let me handle it myself."
  • 22: "Please, don't leave me."
  • 23: "Your crushing me."
  • 24: "It's not that bad."
  • 25: "Did you just moan?"
  • 26: "I'm just over this relationship."
  • 27: "You can't kick me out! This is my bed too!"
  • 28: "Please put pants on, your embarrassing me."
  • 29: "You cheated on me. I can't just pretend it didn't happen."
  • 30: "You look good in my clothes."
  • 31: "How drunk was I?"
  • 32: "Well, this is awkward."
  • 33: "I'm an artist. The world is my canvas."
  • 34: "I may or may not have... (fill in the blank)"
  • 35: "Take notes sweetheart."
  • 36: "Want to go kiss in the rain?"
  • 37: "Take off your shirt."
  • 38: "Blimey! You scared me."
  • 39: "You seem to love Harry Potter more than me."
  • 40: "I love you, I love you, I love you."
  • 41: "Fuck off!"
  • 42: "Say you'll move in with me."
  • 43: "Hey have you seen the...? <i>Oh.</i>
  • 44: "Wow, this is just so crazy."
  • 45: "C'mon, I'm adorable. You can't stay mad at me."
  • 46: "Silence is not a good enough punishment."
  • 47: "I'm coming, don't worry."
  • 48: "I don't know what I'm feeling, but I know it's because of you."
  • 49: "Stop making me laugh! I'm gonna wee in my pants!"
  • 50: "Don't you ever give up on me.
  • Please send in your request!

reasons to go for zen’s route!!

  • the way he says “babe” (rip my soul)
  • your presence in the chatroom is enough to make him feel better!
  • you are his healing potion (!!!!!!)
  • DON’T LET THE BEAST INSIDE AWAKEN
  • already has his dibs on you at such an early pace
  • HE THINKS THE NIGHT SKY IS PRETTY, BUT I THINK HE IS PRETTIER
  • THE SELFIES *swoons*
  • the only reason he is sane is because of you!
  • he would always keep his place packed with food for youuuu
  • wOULD OFFER YOU TEA EVEN IF HE WAS MAD LIKE .5 SECONDS AGO
  • MULTIPLE “I LOVE YOU”s IN A SINGLE CALL MAN IM DECEASED
  • according to him, he won’t drink with his friends until late or even come home late!!
  • also he is incredibly romantic when you’re alone with him!!
  • he lowkey wants to wash with you (AAAAAAAAAAA)
  • WANTS TO HEAR YOUR VOICE FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE
  • MEETING YOU WAS THE BEST THING THAT HAPPENED IN HIS LIFE I DON'T KNOW MAN DOESN’T HE CAPTIVATE YOU SO MUCH THAT YOU JUST WANT TO LOVE HIM FOREVER EVEN IF HE PLANS TO AGE FANTASTICALLY ZEN IS SO EMOTIONAL DEEP INSIDE BUT LET ME TELL YOU THIS: HE IS UNSURE ABOUT MANY THINGS IN HIS LIFE BUT HE IS ALWAYS SURE ABOUT YOU
The 2ps as shit my friends have said to me
  • 2p America: See, the best way of getting rid of something you don't like is by burning it. Why do you think my house burned down?
  • 2p China: See, look. Here you have your Italian side *points to shitty looking pizza*, American side *points to shitty bbq chicken on top of pizza* and your Asian heritage *points to the really shitty spring roll the cafeteria gave out*
  • 2p England: stOP TEARING APART MY GINGERBREAD HOUSE
  • 2p France: This sub guy keeps asking me if he can call me daddy. I'm considering it.
  • 2p Russia: If you die can I play the accordion at your funeral?
  • 2p Canada: All this white shit better go back up to Canada where it belongs
  • 2p Italy: That's fucking gay "We've had sex."... You're right.
  • 2p Germany: The only thing he taught me in German was how to swear.
  • 2p Japan: *sends a video of a guy yelling about weeaboos* It reminded me of you
  • 2p Romano: My grandmother once threatened to beat me if I didn't eat the dessert she made so stop complaining
  • 2p Austria: Don't worry I've done this before *slides out Ouija board from under the couch*
  • 2p Prussia: Did you know that there's a ghost in my room? Her name's Lucinda.

anonymous asked:

Also don't forget, you can still call your s/o your best friend. If your s/o isn't also your best friend, you're doing something wrong! It's one of the reasons I don't let them saying friend get to me because it doesn't really mean anything. Like ofcourse you're friends!

ya ofc dan and phil are best friends, those are just the cold hard facts. your significant other can 100% be your best friend simultaneously, but you’re also not doing anything wrong if you consider your significant other and your best friend two separate people

anonymous asked:

Part 2 of Takao's fem best friend's unrequited love please?? An extra req, if you're gonna do a time skip, can you pls not make it longer than two months? I'd like those emotions to be raw, esp right after Takao knows of her feelings ^^ Thank you!

Anonymous said: Takao anon here! Yes, I’m the original anon who requested the first scenario. Um, honestly, I can’t think of any general plot for this 2nd one; all I actually want is a continuation of the 1st scenario, with more angst before the happy ending~ and yep, I want Takao to return his best friend’s feelings! ^^ So aside from the 2-month specified time, angst+happy ending, and Takao returning (maybe realizing his hidden feelings for her?) that love, like you said, I allow you to do whatever you want. 

I hope you’re not mad at me for delaying this for so long! I honestly don’t know how to feel about this, but here it is, I really hope it’s satisfactory. Since you like the feelings raw, I didn’t put a time skip. Thank you for your patience!

This is a continuation to this story here. You are heavily suggested to proceed only after reading the first part. Female!Reader ahead for consistency. 

It Was Always You by Maroon 5


Originally posted by grrungegoddess

Stupid stupid stupid stupid, he thinks, hands balled into fists at how completely idiotic he is. He should’ve just straightaway ran to your house instead of asking your friends, waiting for them to pick the phone up to ask them where you were, if you were partying with them—that way, he could’ve caught you before it got dark. Although he’s close to your family as your best friend, how is he supposed to knock on the door to your home at nearly midnight? 

What is he going to say if your parents open the front door?

What is he going to say if you are the one who opens the door?

Takao sighs, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his dress shirt and loosening his tie. His hair sticks on his face from sweat, but in contrast to his slightly ragged breath and the sensation of the cold air against his damp skin, his mind is numb. 

He can see your bedroom window from here. It’s dark. You’re probably asleep. The idea of throwing rocks at your window is quickly discarded—you most likely don’t want to look at him in the face again.

The glare of his phone catches his eye and tells him that his girlfriend is looking for him: ten missed calls and a couple dozen of texts, gradually changing tone from sweet questions of where he’s at to a storm of textual rage. He turns off the device—she’s the least of his concerns right now. Takao sits on your empty porch with empty eyes and a rabbit heart as his mind flashes him images of the last few times he hung out with you.

When he can only recall conversations about his relationship and that forced smile on your face, he curses. 

“You’re a fucking idiot,” he says to himself, feeling as if his heart is in the fist of a phantom hand, painfully clenching the organ. 

The two of you don’t even talk to each other these days—at least nothing of substance like your usual deep or humorous exchanges. Since the end of his second year in Shuutoku, which is around the time he found his “soulmate” (Takao swallows bitterness at the word—how did he have the gall to use it so lightly?), the conversations he shared with you were shallow banter with him mostly talking about his girlfriend and you having to listen. He’d ask for relationship advice, what a girl likes, where to take her on dates. 

You were probably forcing laughter, faking smiles, crying yourself to sleep when you’re alone.

Takao let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. The night is dark and quiet save for the occasional gust of wind and sounds of crickets singing between the grass, but his mind is loud and disorganized: a mix of realization, question, and self-deprecation. The way you looked at him when he talks, how other people seem to let their gazes linger on you and him—everybody knew, even Midorima noticed, for heaven’s sake. How could he miss the signs? How could he be so blinded, even when he was the one that told you “nothing is going to change” when he got a girlfriend?

If only he could go back in time and punch himself in the face for saying that to you. It obviously turned out to be a lie, no matter how he didn’t mean it to be one. He didn’t just replace you, he made you suffer by putting it in your face for at least one year and you say a single word against it.

He blinks, and a tear slowly makes its way down his cheek. It takes a moment for Takao to realize that he’s crying, but when he does, a wave of thoughts darker than the sky he’s under flood his mind: there’s no way you don’t hate him right now, not when he’s caused you nothing but pain for a long time. That’s why you didn’t talk to him after the graduation ceremony, that’s why you’ve been rejecting his offers to lunch together, that’s why you’ve been oddly quiet whenever the two of you hung out. 

He remembers the big game Shuutoku won and how he doesn’t recall you congratulating him. It must’ve been since then. He must’ve hurt you so much without realizing, like the Prince in The Little Mermaid and how he asked her to dance the night away, not knowing of the swords she feels like she’s stepping on. And like the Prince, too, he discarded her for another, despite the sacrifices she has made and the pain she must endure.

Then, he thinks about what will happen next. His apology won’t be enough, not after what you’ve been through. You’ll grow to despise him, cutting him off from your life like removing a parasitic infection—that’s what he’s been anyway, sucking the life and love out of you. You won’t look at him in the face again when you pass by each other on the street. He might have his girlfriend in one arm, but the thought of him not being in your life coils a rope in his chest.

And when he thinks of you having another person by your side, someone who shares kisses with you, someone who gets to make you smile and laugh, the only one who is allowed to hold you in their arms—and that someone is not him…

Takao feels like he’s been physically hurt, but there are no wounds on his skin to show.

He spends the rest of the night punishing himself in the chest with these thoughts sharp as blade, bleeding tears into the night until he’s too tired to stay awake.


You wake up the next morning with puffy red eyes, gauging that it is approaching afternoon by the strong sunlight that enters your bedroom. The weight of your heavy heart is somewhat diminished, not only by the fact that you cried your eyes out the night before, but also by the faint feeling of hunger. After brushing your teeth and a brisk shower, you change into clean T-shirt and shorts, not bothering to conceal your swollen eyes since you’re staying at home for the rest of the day.

Your parents should already be away for work at this time of the day, leaving you alone in your house. Your assumptions are confirmed when you walk downstairs to find silence—even the television is off. 

So when you enter the kitchen to find Takao, sitting with a plate of half-eaten toast in front of him, you gasp as if you’ve seen a ghost.

He does look ghastly, his paler face contrasting to the marks under his eyes. He shows signs of surprise as well when he sees you, which quickly dissolves into hesitance. He’s here with the full intention of talking to you, apologizing, telling you how stupid he was and how he realizes he doesn’t want a life without you—

—you don’t even know he knows.

“Takao-kun…?”   

“__________-chan,” he says with a start—weird since he’s the one barging in your house. He realizes your swollen eyes and remembers that he spent the night crying too, but he can only hope that you don’t notice.

“What are you—how did you get it?” You look at the front door and back at him again, positive that the entrance is properly locked.

“Your parents let me in,” he answers, “I came here in the morning.” Takao still can see your mother’s reaction when she finds him sleeping on a chair as she checks the porch every morning. She was surprised more than anything, but she didn’t ask when he said he has something very important to say to you.

Maybe she knows, and from the way your father glanced at him before offering him breakfast, Takao thinks he knows too. Have you been so upset that your parents notice what’s going on, though you’re not the type to tell them? Did they mention his name during a family dinner, and all of a sudden you just got quiet, like when he mentions his girlfriend’s name? Did they hear your sounds of sobbing across the hallway at night?

“Oh,” you answer dumbly, making a sandwich for yourself as you face the kitchen counter. You don’t want him looking at you, not when you’re like this: vulnerable and unprepared. “What brings you here today?”

“I—you—” he trips on his own words, “__________-chan, we need to talk.”

Fear overcomes you for a split second at the seriousness of his tone. Takao has rarely used it in his conversations with you, but after knowing him for so long, you can tell. He means business.

“What about?” You ask, putting a slice of cheese on toast before busying your hands with something, anything. You don’t want to talk to him.

“__________-chan, look at me.”

You freeze for a moment and hope he doesn’t notice, but Takao does not hold the nickname Hawk Eye for nothing. You slowly turn to him, looking at him in the eye, keeping your defences up with whatever dignity you have left in you.

In front of you stands the boy who you had your heart in his hands, and instead of looking powerful and confident, he’s not much better than you are. For a second you are tempted to throw in a joke about his face—he must’ve partied so hard and the hangover still hasn’t subsided, but you know the humorous attempt is merely a cover-up of the truth.

“__________-chan,” he calls your name again, softer this time as if reminiscing a memory, “do you… like me?”

At that point, thoughts of lying to him, telling him that of course you do—you’re not best friends if you don’t, are thrown out the window. There’s no use for sugar-coating and false masks anymore. Your grip to whatever leash that has been keeping your sanity together loosens, and tears begin to pool in your eyes as fast as he made you fall in love with him, breaking the dam.

You defy his orders, looking down to the floor and covering your face with both hands. Takao’s eyes widen only a fraction before he feels a pang in his heart. He knows you don’t usually cry in front of people, that you prefer to let loose when you are alone in your room—the fact that you’re openly crying in the kitchen with the cause of your pain right in front of you is proof that he made you go through a lot.

He feels like he’s suffocating.

“I’m sorry,” you sob, “I—I tried not to… I thought—”

He places a comforting hand on your shoulder, attempting to pull you into a hug, but when you flinch and freeze before taking a step back, another portion of his heart breaks. You inhale deeply yet shakily, cupping your hand over your mouth as if it stops the sobbing somehow.

“It’s okay,” you say, a sudden calm overcoming you and his eyebrows crinkle in confusion. “I, we’re not going to the same university, s-so we won’t see each other as much,” you continue, cursing inwardly at your shaky voice when you see Takao’s expression.

“I’ll—I’ll stay out of your way!” It comes out as a suggestion, but it’s like his heart is about to burst in the phantom hand’s tight grip.

“I promise not to get in the way of your relationship.” He swallows, scenes of not seeing you ever again playing in his mind, and his mouth feels dry and bitter.

“I didn’t want you to know in the first place. Just please… pretend you don’t know.” His stomach sinks at the request.

“I’ll be fine,” you say, but it feels as if you’re trying to convince yourself, “I’ll be okay.”

That’s when he snaps, pulling you into a hug so tight you’re encased by his whole body. The desperation in his hands as he cups the back of your head says he’s afraid that you’ll slip through him like sand. Pressed against his chest like this, you feel his rapid heartbeat and warmth, and the tears you have been trying so hard to supress makes their way down your cheek, seeping into the material of his shirt.

“No, don’t, please,” he tells you, exhaling shakily, “I was—if I let you go now you’ll run away, and I spent the whole night thinking about what would happen and I,” he swallows, “I really can’t imagine not having you with me.”

“Then what?” You cry, pushing at his chest in anger to put distance between you. “You want me to stick around and ‘stand by you’ while you’re with your girlfriend? I’ve done that for the past year!” Your voice breaks with the gradually rising volume, evidence of how hard you cried the night before. “I don’t want to go through that anymore. I’ve had enough.”

The room falls into silence as Takao looks at you while you quietly lower your eyes down to the floor. Thoughts run a thousand miles an hour in your head: if Takao only loves you as much as a friend does, there’s no point in having this conversation anymore—at least not until you move on. You must cut all ties with him, start anew, and fall in love again to be ready to face him.

“You hate me now, don’t you?” He asks.

Even the words sting his tongue when he says them.

This time you look him in the eyes as you give him your answer.

“I wish I could,” you whisper, “that would make things so much easier.”

And like a meteor colliding with Earth, there is realization and clarity, like the smoke is cleared out of his mind. When he pulls you by the arm and crashes his lips onto yours in a desperate kiss, it feels as if everything makes sense—it’s right, and he has never felt nothing as perfect as this before.

Your eyes widen at the foreign sensation. You’ve never expected this to happen, never in your wildest dreams—at least not after you’ve discarded them. You feel tears well again in your eyes for the umpteenth time in the past twenty-four hours, because how can you not cry while he’s kissing you and you’re already giving up on him? Any form of resistance you can come up with is futile: your push isn’t as strong and your fists are instead bringing him closer, the way you try to pull away but always responding when he chases you.

Inside, you figure that there is still a bit of hope that he would return your feelings.

Takao’s kiss is deep, passionate, desperate. It’s more emotional than your previous conversation combined, it tells you everything you need to know about him and him you: that he is certainly not willing to let you go or run away, and that a small part of you hasn’t lost your wish of being with him despite what you try to tell yourself.

“I’m sorry,” he says in between kisses, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise, just give me the chance to.”

You gasp his name and he moans against your lips, kissing until the fire in his gut slowly turns into an ember, and by then he’s peppering slow kisses around your face in silent admiration and affection.

“What about your girlfriend?” You ask quietly. You really wish that you can skip this part, but he’s technically still in a relationship with someone else. Takao sighs, fishing out his phone and turning it on. The two of you stare until the blank screen lights up, and after a few seconds you can see notifications flooding in his phone, her name glaring in pixels. You spot snippets of the long sentences she sent to him, cuss words and spelling errors that turns out to be a continuation of what he received the night before.

“It’s clear that she’s upset of me ditching the party last night,” Takao scoffs a bit at that, “but who cares? She most likely found somebody else to grind with on the dance floor if she has the gall to diss me like that.”

“That’s horrible,” you say, eyebrows scrunching lightly with discomfort.

Takao places the device on the kitchen counter, paying absolutely no attention to it before he moves in to kiss you softly on the lips. When you pull away, it’s slow and unwilling, like you want it to last forever, but the need for air makes such wish impossible. His eyes are lidded, looking at you with an expression you can’t exactly decipher. You’ve never seen this look on his face before—something tells you that you’ll see more of this side of him in the future.

“I can’t believe it’s you all along,” he whispers, kissing you one more time. You reciprocate with equally, closing your eyes as you allow yourself to sink in the feeling of him wrapped around your senses. He smiles into the kiss.

“We’ve got a lot of talking to do.”

Cheating Sentence Starters
  • "I'm sick of being your little secret!"
  • "I can't do this anymore."
  • "You were supposed to be out tonight.."
  • "The way he/she looks at you.. I can't believe you're wiling to ruin that."
  • "I'm done being your booty call."
  • "It feels wrong, doing this with you."
  • "I didn't mean for you to find out this way."
  • "Don't tell me you're actually starting to grow a conscience?"
  • "He/She's going to be out all night. Come over?"
  • "Shit! He/She's here! Hide!"
  • "That's all I am to you? Your side whore?"
  • "I hate seeing you two be all coupley in public when I'M the one you're fucking."
  • "Don't you feel guilty at all?"
  • "But you have a girlfriend/boyfriend/wife/husband..."
  • "I want to leave him/her. I want to be with you. I just can't yet."
  • "You're my best friend's boyfriend/girlfriend--I can't do this to him/her."
  • "I told him/her I was going on a business trip."
  • "Do you have any idea how awkward it is to have him/her confide in me about how he/she thinks you're cheating--when I'M the one you're cheating with."
  • "You're the only person I'm with, why would I lie to you?"
  • "Alright, where is he/she?! Where are they hiding?!"
  • "We can't keep doing this.."
  • "Are you screwing him/her?"
  • "I don't know what to think, I just know what I saw!"
  • "Be honest with me. Are you cheating on me with him/her?"
  • "I can't believe you'd do something like this! Was I not good enough?!"
  • "He/She can't do it like I do. That's why you keep coming back."
  • "...Who is he/she?"
  • "I can't be responsible for ruining a relationship."
  • "Don't pretend I acted alone on this, it takes two to tango."
  • "He/She found out."
  • "Meet me in the locker room during free period? He/She had a test."
  • "Meet me at the hotel tonight?"
  • "I can't handle them anymore! They're practically driving me to cheat!"
  • "How do you sleep at night?"
  • "W-What's going on here?"
  • "It's not what you think!"

anonymous asked:

The guy I called my best friend doesn't care about me anymore but I'm still in friend love with him and I don't want him to be shallow with me. Would you please write something about that for me?

Friendships don’t just die
They can’t really age
Murder however
Is all too commonplace
So let me ask you
Please reply to my face
Why must you insist
On finding axes to raise
When I open my mouth
To offer you praise
Or a joke you would like
If you weren’t snapped
from old ways
So please, old friend
I care much for your smile
I miss it so dearly
Your grimace beckons bile
So why don’t you remind me
Once in a while
That friendships don’t die
And I’m not gonna be here
For you forever
So don’t waste my time.

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GOT7 Hogwarts Moodboard AU Introductory Post

Park Jinyoung : Ravenclaw

Fifth Year | 11″ Beech, Unicorn Tail Hair, Supple | Ravenclaw Prefect | Bat (Patronus) | Pureblood | Legilimens (special ability) | Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology (best subjects) | Im Jaebum (boyfriend) | Mark Tuan & Choi Youngjae (best friends) | Leader of the Silver Spears | Chess Captain

  • Savage AF
  • Seriously, you need to understand how savage this boy is. The sheer amount of sass is overwhelming
  • When him and Mark get together you better just keep your distance because ISTG they’ll sass you into oblivion
  • Park Jinyoung is easily the poster child for Ravenclaw. You can often find him with a book or two always on hand.
  • He aces every test and his mind is as sharp as a blade
  • He can probably outwit you without even looking up from his book
  • The sorting hat shouted out Ravenclaw before it was even properly situated on his head, okay?
  • He’s a touch devious, but don’t go thinking deviousness is only for the Slytherins - although Jinyoung is typically more playful but still
  • He practically lives in the library
  • If you can’t find him, that’s probably where he is
  • On the rare chance he’s NOT in the library you can check the greenhouse (he’s usually there with Youngjae)
  • He was chosen as prefect by the Head of House. He’s aiming for Head Boy…because it’s Jinyoung.
  • Listen, Jinyoung’s uniform is spotless and perfect. He looks like a freaking prince, okay? PERFECT.
  • When his resting bitch face isn’t in play you can usually see him with a knowing look on his eye and a small smirk that resembles the attitude of a cheshire cat.
  • Jinyoung just KNOWS something that you don’t. All the time. Or at least, it’s just best to assume so.
  • He is a leader of the Silver Spears with Mark. He’s also the chess captain.
  • To be honest, the poor boy needs a good challenge in chess. With the exception of Mark, none of the other students can beat him.
  • But Mark only plays when he’s in the mood. Whereas Jinyoung plays all the time just because. So the boy needs a challenge SOMEWHERE.
  • Jinyoung is friends with the centaur pack that lives in the woods. They’re very like minded, or so Firenze says.
  • Jinyoung is not particularly enthralled by divination and astronomy, but he certainly sees the logic and usefulness of it. That’s typically how he is with most subjects.
  • He’s probably going to become an Unspeakable for the Department of Mysteries. So he PREFERS to have information (even if it’s only a little bit) on almost every subject there is.
  • Jinyoung is a legilimens. Which basically means if he wants to he can read your mind or plant ideas or false memories into your head. The only people that can keep him out is an occlumens.
  • To be fair, Jinyoung doesn’t ever read someone’s mind without their permission. He feels bad otherwise. But still. The point is he COULD if he wanted to.
  • Jinyoung’s the ‘mom’ of the group. He takes care of everybody and also does a lot of the disciplining when Bammie and Yugyeom start acting up.
  • He swears they’re going to give him gray hair but he loves them to pieces.
  • Choi Youngjae is eternal sunshine and Jinyoung is determined to never let that light dim. He has such a soft spot for that boy.
  • Mark is his best friend. Mark is probably the only one who can mentally keep up with Jinyoung at times. Their friendship is probably the most complex out of the entire group TBH.
  • They’re the pair that has conversations without saying a single word. The eye contact is real between these two, okay?
  • They contrast enough that it works though. Mark lives on coffee and hates tea. Jinyoung prefers tea and tries to stay away from all that caffeine, for example. But they’re similar in enough ways too.
  • They both have zero tolerance for bullshit or for their loved ones being hurt.
  • If you manage to have both Jinyoung AND Mark on your ass for hurting someone they love…just….do yourself a favor and kill yourself before they get their hands on you. They are fucking TERRIFYING together, okay? TERRIFYING.
  • Mark has taught Jinyoung some basic non verbal magic and Jinyoung has taught Mark some basic legilimency. Because sharing is caring.
  • Markjin is basically best friend goals. Okay?
  • Jinyoung is extremely supportive. He’s 10000% certain that Jaebum is going to become Head Auror, that Jackson will become a professional Quidditch Legend, and that Mark can not only master non verbal magic but wandless magic too. Trying to tell Jinyoung otherwise is basically a suicide mission.
  • Like I said, he’s the mom of the group and even though his ‘children’ piss him off to no end sometimes, they’re still his kids. So if you touch them, if you hurt them, if you threaten them – just run. There’s really nothing else I can say. Just fucking run. Fast.
  • Jinyoung will not put up with your shit. Most of his patience goes towards his academics and his circle of friends that tend to act like toddlers. So he has NO patience left over for your bullshit.
  • Rational thinking 101. You can’t win an argument with him. He’ll win with logic and reason two minutes into the conversation and leave you feeling like an idiot child.
  • Don’t bother him during exam time. He’ll set you on fire. I’m not kidding.
  • Jaebum is the love of his life. He’s aware that people don’t understand WHY. He also doesn’t give to shakes of a rat’s ass WHAT people think.
  • Jaebum comes off as cold and uncaring, but Jinyoung gets to see Jaebum when he’s soft and full of love.
  • When he covers Youngjae with a blanket so he doesn’t get cold, when he refills Mark’s coffee because Mark needs it or he’s going to crash
  • When he ruffles Yugyeom’s hair and wraps an arm around Jackson’s shoulders, the struggle he goes through when he protects Bammie.
  • And the way he loves and protects Jinyoung no matter what.
  • He sees all of that and will protect that image at all cost. Trying to tell Jinyoung that Jaebum is a bad person is a sure fire way to get yourself landed in the hospital wing.
  • He the CUTEST smile and eye crinkles. If you see them, congratulations, you’ve been blessed.
  • Jinyoung is fierce and beautiful and passionate and intelligent and ethereal and you can see it from a mile away. He’s a deep thinker with the force of a hurricane in his soul.
  • Basically, Park Jinyoung a badass mofo. You want him as your friend - not your enemy. Okay? Okay.

Originally posted by miewmiew

*pictures and gifs aren’t mine. i made the moodboard but the pictures i got off of tumblr and google. credit to their respective owners.

anonymous asked:

Hey sea fam, I have a problem that I probably shouldn't be getting so worked up about but it's giving me a lot of anxiety. One of my "friends" has been really mean to me but I've just started really noticing it recently. She says I look like a tomato all the time and makes fun of my misophonia and calls me stupid when I don't know how to make cookies and lots of other things... I don't want to b friends anymore but we have classes together and everything! Does anyone have advice???

The best way to avoid a storm is to be polite but distant. Don’t start conversations with her, and if she tries talking to you give her short, dry answers. Look at your phone or away while you speak. Cease contacting her on your own, and remove her from social media, one account at a time. When you’re around her, treat her like you would a stranger. Otherwise, make plans with other friends like nothing is out of the ordinary. 

Avoid getting into confrontations, she sounds like the type to spread the fight as much as she can. Become your best customer service rep and act like she’s an angry customer. 

-Lou the Lobster

mlpfirewind  asked:

Okay so from what I can tell, you think trans people are mentally ill, but are still okay misgendering something that is the absolute best very disrespectful, and no I'm not asking you let "men" into your spaces or "like dick" I'm asking you to just call someone what they want to be called, it's just a letter or two and it would make all the difference in the world, but you refuse to. your wrong friend, i do respect women i just don't like you as a person, and you don't like me so it's fair.

In real life, I’ll use someone’s preferred pronouns to their face so I don’t trigger their dysphoria, I don’t go out of my way to make people feel crummy.

But this is my blog, and on it I talk about things from a political perspective, and in this context, women are oppressed and men are the oppressors, and male people who wear dresses might suffer some oppression from other men, but they still have male privilege over women. Anyone who doesn’t want to see my blog’s content can easily choose to avoid it.

You don’t respect women, because you think women are paranoid and have no reason to fear our oppressors.

You think women do not deserve to have our own spaces for ourselves.

You don’t think women have the right to set boundaries for ourselves.

You think our oppressors having their feelings validated is more important than the physical safety of women.

You hate women.

You think we exist just to coddle and validate male feelings, you continually attack me for my failure to be nurturing and sweet enough to men, because as a woman of course I am expected to be coddling of all men, including trans women.

anonymous asked:

so my bff is trans and my mom acknowledges his gender and apologizes when she misgenders him and uses his dead namebut when i came out to her about me being non binary and i prefer they/them pronouns and don't like being called a girl, she went on a spiel about how not all girls are girlie and that applies to melong story short, she refuses to use my pronouns and seems to call me femme names (girlie, madam, my dead name) more often than before what should i do? any tips????

I would point blank as your mom why does she respect your best friends gender identity and not yours? Being non binary is just as valid as being transgender. Tell her it hurts your feelings and is really upsetting you. 

If your mom needs education on being non binary there are plenty of resources.

While this is a guide for the media It’s a good place to start

http://transmediawatch.org/Documents/non_binary.pdf

Kyle

Tag Game

the rules: answer 20 questions and tag 20 followers you’d like to get to know better

Tagged by: @pastelunnie aka your #1 bear enthusiast

(i think i already did a tag like this but ehhh whatever)

Name: sarah
Nicknames: uhhhh my friends call me “the moon goddess” for whatever reason they have lol, my brother and my mom call me “sassou” and my best friend “sarou” (with an “ooh” sound at the end)
Zodiac sign: sagittarius
Height: 170 cm which is like 5 foot 58 (thanks google)
Orientation: idk homie ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 
Nationality: french
Favorite fruit: grapes
Favorite season: winter
Favorite book: everytime i have this question i suddenly forget all the books i’ve read lol … i’d recommend “Our happy days” (?) by Gong Ji-Young, i found the writing style interesting and the characters intriguing

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anonymous asked:

(lesbian, cisgender) Sorry for being so abrupt, you can delete this if you want, but I need help. My mom is trying to forcefully take me off of my antidepressants so she can move BACK to florida, which we moved FROM. Up here, I've got a girlfriend, and I don't want to leave her, especially since leaving will mean I can't go to prom with her. I can't come out to my mom, because that's it's own dangerous situation. What should I do???? (You can call me babs if I send you more)

Hey anon

Im really sorry that you are could be moving and Im sure this is really scary. Try and explain to your mom that you much prefer Florida. You are happier here and you have lots of friends (maybe refer to your girlfriend as your best friend who you couldnt leave). Try and show your mom how much happier you are in Florida and maybe give examples of improved grades/happiness when youre with your (girl)friend. 

Ultimately if youre under 18 you could also say that you would love with family in Florida but remember to be mature and dont beg when asking for this. Your mom wouldnt let you live without her if you act ‘childish’.

Im really sorry about your unfair situation and I hope you get to stay in Florida where you are happy.

-Tyler