except they look prettier this time

agirlcalledfrost  asked:


so my school had this thing called “senior skip day,” except that senior skip day didn’t exist and every year the administration sent out emails in the spring that were like DON’T FUCKIN SKIP CLASS OR YOU WILL RECEIVE RESTRICTION (restriction was like, my boarding school’s equivalent of detention where instead of staying after school you had to go to bed early and help stuff envelopes advertising the summer program until your hands were BLOODIED AND CRIPPLED BY CARPAL TUNNEL) and every year the seniors were like YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!

  • spoiler alert: yes they can? THEY ALWAYS CAN.
  • 200 years of american high school and teenagers still think that there is a cap limit on kids in detention and that you can leave after 15 minutes if the teacher doesn’t show up.

anyway, my senior year, we all got together and nattered at each other until some brave soldier (i feel like it was my friend paula but WHO KNOWS) was like “OK SENIOR SKIP DAY IS THIS THURSDAY!!!! NOBODY GO TO CLASS OR UR A SCAB.”

  • she didn’t say scab because she’s not from the 1920s and we aren’t newsies, though this story would be way more interesting if we were
  • what she said was “YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!”
  • except not yolo because it was 2009 and drake hadn’t been invented yet except as a dear sweet boy in a wheelchair.

we also used this email system to communicate with one another that has very deeply informed the way i understand email and which probably makes it very frustrating to be my friend and receive emails that have subject lines like “URGENT” and then just 42 links to the same florida georgia line youtube video.

  • I’M NOT ASHAMED, but in that way where like i kind of AM ashamed so i’m really aggressively NOT ashamed? 

so the day of reckoning rolls around and my alarm goes off at 8 (class started at 8:05 but i liked to PLAY WITH FIRE when it came to being late; my mom actually asked the school to stop emailing her when i was a sophomore because i was late so often that their rote “Mrs. Ofgeography we are emailing you to say—” was CLOGGING UP HER INBOX and she was like “i GET IT MY CHILD IS THE MOST BORING MISCREANT OF ALL TIME.”) and i looked at my roommate elle and she looked at me and went, “you going?”

“hell no,” i said. “YOLO. they can’t punish all of us.”

elle, who was far prettier and far cooler than i was with the notable exception of her obsession with tswift’s “love story” and her tendency to look at the endangered species list and cry sometimes during study hall, quickly bizounced across the street to this shopping center thing where all the cool kids smoked in secret where huge trucks dropped off clothes for the Dress Barn. i think there were also tennis courts nearby. more importantly there was this chinese food delivery place and a lil restaurant that made HELLA BAGELS.

  • HELLA.

off goes elle! meanwhile i’m like, “yessssss i’m gonna use senior skip day to watch 14 hours of tv shows and eat frozen peanut butter bars that i stole from the dining hall! I’M GONNA LIVE LIKE I’M 23 ALONE IN CHICAGO ON A WEEKEND WHEN MY ONLY PLAN IS TAKEOUT AND CUDDLING WITH THE FAUX-SNOW-LEOPARD BLANKET I WILL ONE DAY SURELY OWN.” 

of course, during this time the administration was continuing to send out emails that reminded us with increasing urgency that senior skip day was NOT A THING and that we were ALL GETTING RESTRICTION if we didn’t get our STUPID ASSES TO CLASS, GODDAMNIT, WE ARE NOT RUNNING A CIRCUS HERE. 

but i was like! yolo, motherfuckers!!! i already got into college, YOU CAN’T TOUCH ME.

at some point during the day elle and our friend ginna came back to the room with takeout from the chinese delivery place and we sat on our floor eating it and probably watching veronica mars or looking at the endangered species list and crying.

all of a sudden, elle said, “guys shut up, guys shut up, GUYS SHUT UP,” and ginna and i were like, “WHAT we have a LOT to SAY about FRIED FUCKING DUMPLINGS, ELLE,“ and elle said, "did you hear that?”

“hear what?”


‘that’ was the sound of one of our dorm moms, mrs. f, knocking on doors and saying things like, “IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR BUTTS TO CLASS IN 5 MINUTES YOU’RE ON CATEGORY 4 RESTRICTION FOREVER.” elle quickly scampered up our raised beds to hide in the corner, where a tiny human like elle could actually hide from view; i leapt immediately into what we called a closet but was basically a cubby with a flap that was DEFINITELY not meant for a 5'8” individual with knobby as hell knees.

our door, which was never locked because we both hated the effort of typing in the lock code, opened. mrs. f said, “mollyhall?”

i held my breath. 

  • i should add here that i seemed to be operating on like a scooby-doo level of logic where basically i thought that she was somehow NOT ALLOWED to investigate?
  • like, if she can’t see me, there is NO POSSIBLE WAY that she could prove i’m in here, right?
  • she’ll just poke her head in and be like oH GOSH NO KIDS HERE and leave!!

you can see the flaw in my logic.

mrs. f sighed. “mollyhall, i know you’re in here, i literally heard your voice ten seconds ago.”

  • there’s no WAY she guesses i’m in the closet!!!

“mollyhall, i know you’re in the closet.”



there was a creak. mrs. f stopped. it wasn’t actually a “creak,” so much as this like, prolonged groan? like it’s the sound an elephant would make if it sat on a really large accordion.

i poked my head out of the closet. mrs. f looked at me. elle sat up.

i said, “where’s ginna?”


“um,” said elle, “she’s in the—”


ginna yes.

i really wish i could describe the sound the ceiling made when it collapsed. it sounded a lot like the way losing your breath feels. i sort of remember ginna falling in like, really slow motion, like i could see the expression on her face. i didn’t really think about how i would describe this in words. ginna’s face said:

  • oh no.
  • what have i done?
  • this was a mistake. 
  • i regret a series of decisions that i have made.
  • is there a way out of this?
  • are those oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
  • why are there oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
  • mollyhall, you HAVE a food cupboard, what good is a food cupboard if you don’t—
  • oh, crap.

she belly flopped onto the floor. i mean, the girl bounced. and then she just laid there. mrs. f looked at her. elle looked at her. i looked at her, still mostly in the closet. we were all going to get category 4 restriction forever.

ginna said, “hi, mrs. f. i feel like i should explain.”

17, Again - Chapter 03

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, smut, angst (In that order)

Word count: 21.026

Summary: You go on vacation with Jungkook and things turn unexpected.

Author´s note: This is inspired by the Chinese version of the movie “17 again”. Although this story is going to be quite different I recommend not watching the film if you don´t want to spoil yourself anything that could happen in this fic.

Note: She´s 17 all through this chapter.

Warnings: graphic smut.

Here it is, the 20k + chapter no one asked for. I worked really hard so please give it some love. Also if there´s any mistakes or typos please tell me because I wrote this whie being sick.

Jungkook was an exceptionally private person. He had immediately declined your petition of helping him pack with an indirect statement, saying you should go through your own things instead to make sure you weren´t forgetting anything. You didn´t know where such radical distrust came from, but you were not in the right position to protest as that had been the closest he had come to communication in the last forty eight hours. He was extremely tired and, in a way, so were you.

The ride to the airport had been completely silent, but not necessarily a discomforting one. Maybe sleep could value as an excuse for all the unspoken words, maybe there really was nothing to say. After all, you never knew when the two of you were in good terms or when was he too annoyed to bear with your temper tantrums. By now it was clear that he was willing to try and that he cared about you. The fact that he didn´t show it was a whole different story, one you couldn´t blame him for.

“Would you stop looking at my passport photo?” Jungkook asked in annoyance as he watched you caress the picture with one of your fingers “You didn´t let me see yours”

His words surprised you a bit, but you were quick to react before he could realize how much him taking notice of your actions was affecting you, how his eyes lingering on your hands was enough to make your heart skip a bit.

“Sorry for worrying about your opinion about me” you sarcastically apologized while giving him the document back, your lips suddenly pouting “I look awful in that picture”

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Awakened - An Elain Fic

Hey guys. So I started this fic a long time ago…but I never finished it because I didn’t know what to do with it. With a lot of help from the amazing @her-misplaced-wings, it finally turned into something decent. I hope you enjoy it!

AO3: here

Fic Masterlist: here

Summary:  Days after being forced into the Cauldron and turned into High Fae, Elain sits in her room and stresses over how much her life has changed until the power roiling deep inside of her threatens to awaken.

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Astro Requests to Shadow You at School

Author’s Note: NONE OF THE GIFS ARE MINE. back at it again with another random scenario~ since i’m still new to this, i don’t have a masterlist up, but you can look at all of my writing pieces by typing in the assstro tag in my search bar~ feel free to give feedback to me so I can improve my writing  -assstro 💫

You, a close friend of Astro, gets a visit from one of the members (who has a crush on you). Why not shadow you? They missed you with all the touring and recording. For your convenience and theirs, they visit during the end of the school year where there’s less work, and you can both mess around a bit.

During first period, a counselor called your name and stood in front of your classmates with a “visitor”. You peeked up, only to be greeted by…


  •  everyone in your homeroom was wondering who the hell this guy was
A lot of girls were jealous that you got a smiley boy
when you saw him you wanted to scream

  • Of excitement and shock ofc

  • But you couldn’t cause you had to be composed lol
 He really wanted to hug you too, the kind where he picks you up and squeezes you

  • Instead you both waited till the counselors left

  • And did this whack ass handshake that only you two out of all the members would come up with

  • Now that you did that in front of the whole class…

  • Everyone found out the truth that you two actually knew each other and the teachers actually didn’t seem to mind

  • While following you to classes lot of people would wanna talk to him
- He was so approachable and friendly

  • Except he wasn’t fluent in English

  • So you’d stand there and translate

  • Your teachers would love him, and you even more

  • He’d be so impressed with your intelligence not only with language but when he saw your grades

  • When you were writing he’d stare at you lovingly, head in his palms and in your face

  • But you could concentrate even so

  • At the end of class everyone would wanna try to talk to him 

  • He’d rap and beatbox for them, and you’d keep his stardom a secret

  • You two would probably rap “Clap Clap” from to be continued together lol
  • During lunch your friends would whisper about him to you

  • They’d tell you how he looks at you

  • You’d deny it

  • He’d just smile all clueless cause he doesn’t understand a word they’re saying

  • Everyone found that cute too

  • He’d do a lot of bro-y skinship just because he didn’t want to give the wrong idea with hand holds and such

  • By the end of the day everyone would think you’re a cute pair anyway
- a lot of people would miss him after

  • And as much as he liked the attention, he was only there for you


  • he would actually be really quiet at first

  • He’d have to hold in his cheers

  • He knows he’s loud

  • So he just forces himself to shut up

  • He talks to the teachers really awkwardly but they love him nevertheless because he’s so polite

  • would enter your music class and sing for them

  • Really just wants to impress you

  • But you already know he’s a stunning vocal

  • So you just grin with pride while he practically serenades you in front of the class

  • They don’t know it’s a love song cause of the language barrier

  • in other classes he’d be really distracting to you

  • And you only 
  • Would probably be the type to kick you under the desk

  • He’d notice who you do and don’t like in your grade

  • Because he’s so sassy he can roast everyone in Korean and they wouldn’t know lmao

  • He’ll probably do animal impressions to you and your quirky group of friends

  • Other kids would be confused but they’d actually see you guys have the time of your life

  • Which is exactly why he came
  • Links arms with you when no one is looking

  • Tells you you’re so much smarter and prettier than the other students

  • Such a sweetheart to you but savage towards the clique

  • Just wants to hear your laugh

  • Even a giggle from you is loved by him

  • Your happiness is important to him

  • You are important to him, he wishes you knew


  • Lots of people whispering

  • Thought he was a model or movie star visiting the district by chance

  • They were freaking right

  • Except he had come for just one particular person
  • As soon as the counselor leaves he hugs you

  • he can’t help himself
  • Everyone asks how you know each other and whoops the secret’s out 😂

  • He’d try his best to speak in English

  • Him constantly asking you in Korean if his English words are correct, knowing he can depend on you for it

  • So many people would flirt with him in the hallway

  • “Hey, you’re new, want me to show you around?”

  • “Uh, I’m here with Y/N, thank you.”

  • He’d blush but not for the reason you were thinking of

  • He wishes you’d flirt with him like this

  • You’d be the one distracted taking notes, you just wanna talk to him

  • He’ll nudge you to pay attention

  • But he secretly fanboying in the fact that you wanna look at him instead of schoolwork

  • Notices you acquire knowledge quick anyway, and finishes worksheets before the other kids

  • Admires your note-taking and neatness

  • Hands in the worksheets for you and makes warm small-talk with the teachers to the best of his ability

  • Holds your non-dominant hand under the table so you can write

  • Brought you ramyeon during lunch and feeds it to you

  • if it isn’t obvious enough
  • This prince isn’t as afraid of skinship

  • He just hopes you get the hint since it’s been so long

  • Your friends ship you, give you both a ship name

  • “What’s a ‘ship’, like, the boat?”

  • People would find him so charming ugh he stops everyone’s heart
  • He just hopes he stops yours twice as much


  • He purses his lips to conceal a smirk when you look at him in awe

  • Giving himself props for surprising you

  • Ruffles your hair when none of your classmates are looking

  • Only your friends catch him, and they’re suspicious 

  • You explain the truth behind his visit, and they’re excited for both of you

  • He would be very plain to most kids because he’d try to be quiet
, though he knows he’s also a ladies man lol
  • Just wants to focus on you
  • That’s who he wanted to see after all this touring and such anyway
  • Helps you with your work because he wants to show he’s got a good brain

  • Uses you as an armrest and jokes that you’re JinJin’s replacement for him

  • Lots of teasing

  • Winks at you from afar
  • Gets extremely happy when you tell him you have cooking class

  • When you struggle with a jar he snickers

  • Then continues to watch you struggle a little

  • He opens it after laughing at you 

  • Purposely flexes his arm dramatically as he opens the jar 💪🏼

  • “If you were so strong you wouldn’t even have to flex”

  • “You liked it though”

  • Feeds you the food that you made together
 during class
  • The other teenage girls notice his mushiness and they look at you all envious
  • For some reason this makes him proud

  • Likes seeing you as his center as well as theirs, even if it’s for a moment

  • Will take you home after school, and say a really cheesy but smooth goodbye

  • Wants to get his point across since he’s been gone too long


  • when you saw him, he immediately explained that he had missed you, and asked to visit you

  • Has that smile on

  • you know, the one that makes him look like a little dinosaur

  • He just wanted to see your pretty face

  • When the counselor leaves, he discreetly brushes his arm against yours and holds your back with it
  • People checking his body out because wow he is so muscular
- Those thighs?¿?¿ 😲 whoa

  • A lot of the jocks notice this
  • Everyone can tell he’s athletic

  • He’s the unique type of attractive

  • You’re not fazed by it, but he really wishes you were though

  • You have to do most of the talking for him, though you don’t mind since you have to translate anyway

  • Observes everything with an open mind

  • Like MJ, he can tell who you do and don’t like

  • Except instead of being savage, he steers you clear of them, and talks to you about them in Korean to make you look busy

  • Admires the faces you make when you’re working hard

  • He especially loves it when you’re passionately working on your favorite subject and will be your hype man

  • Gym was your last period

  • Gym class was his time to shine

  • (As expected lol)

  • You two would have your K Pop blasting while walking the track

  • The teacher encourages you to run, and you two race each other

  • Towards the end of the track he’ll intercept you into the grass while no one’s looking
- He’d be a giggling mess, very proud he got you flustered

  • While waiting in the gym lobby for the period to be over, people would still hear your k pop

  • And you two would start a dance battle

  • Then you’d dance to BTS and Big Bang together and everyone would be shocked

  • This was both your idea of fun
  • Loved you for this

  • Loved you even more for just making each other mutually giddy and giving positive vibes
  • Really just loves you in general


  • He is super squeal-y when he sees you
  • Doesn’t want the counselors to know though
  • So he represses the hype up until they leave
  • But giggles his famous high pitched squeal as soon as they’re gone
  • Everyone thinks he’s whack
  • But then you laugh too because only you two know each other
  • Your teachers have to tell you to not laugh during classes
  • When he stands everyone is confused as to why he’s so FREAKING TALL
  • While you’re standing he likes to sling his arm around you
  • Squeezes when your classmates aren’t looking Is the type to take pictures of you during class an send them in a group chat with you and the members
  • Both good and bad pictures
  • During computer class he photoshops memes onto the desktop wallpaper
  • Like MJ, he loves to see you laugh
  • but since he has so much hype his energy will feed off your laugh
  • “Sanha you need to stop making me laugh so much”
  • “but you look so cute when you smile”
  • “shut up”
  • “make me~”
  • You’d slap him playfully but he catches your hand and he pulls you in for a hug instead
  • pats your head like you’re a baby
  • his baby to be exact
  • As silly as he is, he’s obedient when he sees that you’re writing or when the teachers start a lecture
  • he gets really happy when he finds out he’s allowed to use the teachers guitar
  • will probably start singing the TT/Very Very Very/Galaxy Medley that Astro performed on Weekly Idol
  • he’ll encourage you to sing with him
  • and you amaze him
  • although he’s heard you sing before it sounded new to him
  • he missed your voice so much during Astro’s tours
  • the Facetiming and phone calls didn’t cut it for him
  • he’s happy to be there with you and have a lot of people witness your cuteness ♥

(๑>ᴗ<๑) /drowns self even deeper into arstoile hell/

My morning routine has always been to wake up, shower and get dressed, nap, and leave for school or work. No makeup, no hair care, no particular thought about what my clothes look like. Mostly because I’m lazy and value sleep more than how I look. I am not going to take the time to do beauty things, I just don’t want to.
But the thing that’s kind of fucked up is that my family used to shame me for that. My step mom told me I was depressed (I was not at the time she said it). My dad told me I’d be prettier with makeup. I always had to defend my lack of beauty.
Nothing’s changed much since then except that I’ve grown into a more naturally pretty type of person. My hair is long and straight, my face is usually clear, I wear dresses because I like them and they’re easy. I no longer have to defend my lack of maintenance on my looks. But goodness knows if my hair was still short and messy or if my clothes were still dark and baggy, if still be fielding these types of questions.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with doing hair, doing makeup, caring about your clothes, etc. Y'all rock that shit! Your personal beauty standards are awesome! But I think some people need to be reminded that it’s okay to choose not do those things as well. Don’t tell someone they’d be prettier if they did x or ask why they choose not to do y. Let us all exist in our own type of beauty, not just your type of beauty. The only comments on people’s appearances should be that they look good with whatever they choose to do or not do.

History Rant: Shinsengumi/Bakumatsu

Okay, it’s been a while since I asked about what you guys wanna know about Japanese history, and I haven’t forgotten you. I guess I’ve got a few thoughts bouncing around in my head so I’m just going to rant about the shinsengumi and the surrounding time period for a bit cause I feel like it. Uhh if you need sources and want to read more, I could probably find some for you, but this is all from my brain lmao. I repeat: this is definitely not even remotely everything I could say on the subject nor is it researched or sourced okay please read this post lightly and not as a scholarly article!!! That being said, DO feel free to use the information below as a springboard for your own interest and research. 

This is my absolute favorite time period in Japanese history. When I was about 14 (in the ancient year 2000), I discovered the shinsengumi via Rurouni Kenshin. Sure they were the enemies, but I wanted to know who these people were and at the time there was little to no information on them. Then I just started learning a lot about Japanese history and taking Japanese classes, lol it was a gateway drug. Contrary to what everyone might think, I could not chose anyone in the Shinsengumi as my favorite historical figure, but I love them like something out of a really cool story. I think history is supremely interesting; often more interesting than novels. I hope you’ll enjoy learning a bit about them too. 

First of all, a brief history. You have to know that the Shinsengumi (which just means the new group/squad/whatever) came around in a time of civil war. After ~200 years of isolation, the Tokugawa shogunate and its system of keeping the warlords under its control had turned the balance in economy and social structure upside down so that the people on top (the samurai) were the poorest. The shogunate itself also became weak and ineffective, and by the 1850s when Perry showed up to force Western trade on Japan there was legit NOTHING to be done except accept his offer or face utter defeat in the face of a West that had advanced while Japan hid in its own borders with minimal outside contact. 

Two major factions came out of this: one for opening to the west, and one for expelling the foreigners (most notably headed by the Choshu, Satsuma, and Tosa clans, who were not among those in favor of the shogunate). The second one later came to support getting rid of the shogunate and reestablishing the emperor and became known as “sonno joi” which is easier to type than all of that. 

So where do the shinsengumi come into this?  They were formed from a bunch of ronin to protect the xenophobic wimpy emperor in Kyoto (aka hold him captive) and uphold the laws of the also wimpy shogunate. Originally they were stationed outside of Kyoto, but were eventually given permission to police the city. 

And they were AWFUL. Straight-up, the worst. They were given a lot of nicknames, most famous of which is the Wolves of Mibu. They hunted down and slaughtered the emperor’s supporters.

They had very strict rules, which on the surface seem almost honorable - following bushido (which is just a bunch of bs made up by the ailing upper class btw), no personal fights, no personal income, can’t leave the shinsengumi - but they resulted in a lot of members having to commit suicide or having to die in battle. And they did mercilessly enforce their code. An example that comes to mind is Yamanami Keisuke, who was a vice commander of the shinsengumi like HIjikata, and had to commit seppuku when he tried to leave. 

The Ikedaya incident aka map 6 is what really got them famous and made people want to join them. They crushed a group of sonno joi supporters and probably?? prevented them from setting fire to Kyoto. 

The shinsengumi are really famous and romanticised today, as you well know. Like most of Japanese history, the bad parts are glossed over! But I do love them, so I can’t say anything. 

Returning to the general view of historical events, what I think is really interesting about this time period is how things ended up. Sonno Joi did win in the end. The shogunate gave up power, and they reestablished the emperor, but—! The emperor’s supporters moved the imperial hq and set him up as a puppet ruler, making themselves the actual ruling council (aka just like the shogunate) and then began a very seriously intense westernizing of Japan! Expel the foreigners indeed, haha. 

UM, I want to post something more in-depth about the swords and their characters and stuff but I’m still thinking about it >__> so you get this shitty nonsense instead. About 50% history, 50% my thoughts and JUST Hijikata and Okita for right now bc they are kind of like the BIG 4 popular sword group (sorry Nagasone) and also (my) faves. Although I feel like I wanna add Kondo he’s just kinda boring and then I also wanna write about Sakamoto Ryoma (who Kondo was executed for killing lol IF HE DID???) but I haven’t even mentioned him thus far and tbh he deserves his own post. 

Hijikata Toshizo, Vice Commander, devil creature?, hot guy

Here he is, wow look at this handsome fella. Yes that’s right this is my icon. I have read that Kane’s personality is based on him (in the same way that Yam emulates Okita) but I don’t think so at all. Mostly because Kane is a stupid muffin and actual Hijikata was known to be a serious samurai guy. Just a farmer guy (and kind of .. pharmacist?) being the best he can be. He was mostly in charge of keeping things in order in the shinsengumi, and also did a lot of interrogation… and may have done some very, very gruesome things. But also, he wrote shitty haiku, which is p charming. Apparently he was incredibly handsome and people fell in love with him like all the time and I know that’s true bc I’m also in love with him. 

After everything, he kept on being the best and led what was left of the shinsengumi after Kondo was executed, trying to fight the new government. But he was gunned down in the battle of Hakodate (lmfao the Kane/Hori scene in map 1-1 which tells you the order of these…. is none). 

I’m pretty sure that Kane’s design and personality are LARGELY influenced by the more romanticised versions of Hijikata in things such as Hakuouki (which I haaaate, no offense). But I like to think that a lot of it comes from him being a sword from a proper name, just without an real antiquity or heritage. Like Hijikata is a farmer-born ronin following bushido and upholding the samurai lifestyle, Kane is kind of a weird excited kid who is a fancy sword…? Well, maybe it’s a stretch. Just aiming really high and being super hot.

Horikawa is kind of a mystery though. I think his outfit at least stems from the more modernized Hijikata you can see above, but I can’t really get the rest. Like I said I didn’t like.. do research for this post, so I’d be interested in hearing other opinions or ideas! 

Okita Souji, 1st squad leader, child prodigy, eventual cat-hater

OTHER THAN artists’ renders?? this is the best photo I’ve ever been able to find and I’m not sure if they ever confirmed that it’s Okita. 

What does he look like, who knows.  Regardless…  he was not beautiful like Hijikata, but we can keep pretending. This bitch was so good at swords when he was a kid he had mastered like all the things by the time he was 18 and became an instructor himself. He was the leader of the 1st uh, troop of the Shinsengumi and famous for being really fucking good at stabbing dudes in the fucking neck and also being a generally funny happy guy. I’ve read he liked to play with kids too, which is p cute (or creepy). He’s like always paired with Hijikata (in EVERYTHING) but idek if they were friends. He had tuberculosis as everyone knows, and it’s said to have been discovered when he collapsed during the Ikedaya incident, but the cause of his collapse is debatable.  Still, as a result he had a very very short life, and so died outside of the fighting in a hospital at about about 25ish? He tried to murder a cat he kept seeing in the garden and he couldn’t, and that really pissed him off. 

What can I say about okitagumi?? It’s already well-known that Kashuu looks fancy because the sword broke and couldn’t be repaired. I don’t need to address that or really anything about him. Except that I love him. Both he and Yams look p young because Okita was very young himself, so I like to imagine they both reflect his age despite their own age/origins/etc bc they have such a deep connection with him. I also hope that every time they’re pictured with cats, it’s bc of the above reason. 

But YAMS??? Now I have at least one thought about his design. Of course he was made to reflect Okita bc he looks up to him so much. But…????

The aforementioned (prettier movie/ova version of) Rurouni Kension version Okita Souji is always the one I imagine bc just….!?? Whenever I look at Yams this is legit all I see. If you have not seen this movie, then please watch him in action here in this clip of the Ikedaya incident, just the first minute or so. I’m right, right? You know I’m right. Except for the clear gap in design details, Yams looks like he’s copying him 100%. Also his bubbly/kind personality that gets a little bit creepy/idgaf in battle is soo the stereotypical Okita personality, it’s so good.

Anyway, PLEASE feel free to send me your thoughts/theories or requests or anything like that. I’d love to hear what you think! 

Suggested reading:

So if you’ve made it this far, congratulations on reading this… masterpiece. I wouldn’t consider it a really good reference or anything (PLEASE), and I honestly just wrote it bc I felt like it. Future history info will be more informative with actual research and references/sources, and I’ll probably do another, more educational post on the Shinsengumi and the time period in the future. HOWEVER for now, if you are very interested in the Shinsengumi and want some actual intellectual and organized information, I URGE you to please read this book: 

Shinsengumi: The Shoguns Last Samurai Corps by Romulus Hillsborough

It is THE English book on the Shinsengumi. I recently bought it again for my kindle (I left my hardback copy in america lol) and it is just as great as I remember. Seriously worth the read. 

Meeting Their Female Counterparts

Rap Monster

After having her pointed out in the crowd for him, he’d be convinced (pressured is a more suitable word) by another member to approach her and introduce himself.


He wanted to stop her and question her because he felt like he knew her, but didn’t know why. Deciding not to inconvenience her, he merely took the time to admire her as she passed by.


He let his eyes explore the figure of the girl freely, even though he knew it was rude to stare. She was stunning, and she had such good fashion sense, how could he help it? He would use their similar looks to break the ice.


He bumped shoulders with her, spewing half of an apology before trailing off, taking more than a few moments to register how familiar she looked. The thought would cross his mind, but he dismissed it and excused himself, refusing to believe that doppelgangers actually exist.


When the girl was close enough to see fully, he smiled to himself. She was the spitting image of his own, only about a hundred times prettier. He would slide closer to her and slyly introduce himself. He made small talk, purposely passing his destination to walk with her.


It was like looking in a mirror, except it was much, much better. He would stop her and ask her where she bought her jacket from, even though he already owned one like it, just to get a chance to talk to her.


Utter shock surrounded him when he saw her face fully. She looked just like him. He’d be too caught up in his stupor to stop her from walking away.


Thank you so much for requesting this! I had so much fun writing these haha.

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anonymous asked:

Thanks for your concern, dear niece and one of my niece's wives. (Prettier-communist-than-stalin is one them, isn't she? I'm afraid I've lost count of your numerous spouses, my dear... *looking sternly*)Like your auntie #2 I mostly lurk here, but sometimes I ask you questions as an anon. And I didn't read your updates (with some exceptions) for some time - I'll save them till the end of this month to read them all at once ^___^ (I know I'm weird.) <auntie #1>

Oh wow, I thought you both fled but you’ve been here the whole time. *wipes tear away from eye* And I can’t explain who my wives are either, I just nod and agree with whatever people tell me. 

I don’t think you’re weird! I think you’re fabulous. ^_~

anonymous asked:

Irina x Fem! Cross

This is very good, I agree very much

Irina would be lying to herself if didn’t always look forward to when Cross would have her come along on one of her missions. Sure, keeping an eye on her during battle was a pain in the ass, but it was still really fun every time. 

After She’d run into Cross an evening in the industrial district. Cross had declared that Irina was far cuter than her, which a lie. Who could be cuter and prettier that Cross? (Except maybe the General.) Either way, she was determined to prove Cross wrong. 

Despite not remembering anything about herself, Cross was probably the cheeriest person in NLA. Or maybe it was because she didn’t remember anything about herself. 

One day, however, Cross was alone when she recruited her. 

“What’s the plan for today?” Irina asked.

She looked oddly nervous, “Well, I’m off today and I was wondering if you.d like to just… hang out.”

This was Irina’s chance. “Of course! There’s a few shops in town I wanted to check out.”

They talked all throughout the day. Irina never got enough of her smile. She even got the chance to hold Cross’ hand! She’d grabbed it when she got excited about something and forgot to let go, which Irina wasn’t complaining about. 

Eventually, they sat in Barista Court, eating their supper. 

“This was really nice, we should do this another time,” Cross said. 

“We really should,” Irina agreed. 

Cross reached out to take her hand and Irina took it. 

“I have to disagree with what you said the other day though,” Irina said. Cross looked oddly cute when she was clueless. “You’re far cuter than I am.”

She shook her head. “No way! You’re way cuter than me!”

“I have to disagre-”

She smiled wide. “Maybe let’s not argue over something like that. We’re both our own level of cute!” she declared. 

Irina smiled as well. “We are.”

Hyakka Hyakurou Review

Yup I’m done with Hykka Hyakurou even though I just started on Thursday afternoon lol. So far this has been one of the shorter games I’ve played. I was really hyped about this game because the art was really pretty and the cast suits my taste, even though I am not particularly interested in the Sengoku period, or ninjas. 

There will be spoilers in this review. For those who want to avoid them just read this paragraph. I did enjoy my playthrough a lot so yes I would recommend this game. It’s not a long game but it’s packed with action and it’s fun. Art is great and music is nice. There isn’t much to complain about. In fact the more I played the game the more I liked it heh.

For summaries of the plot check this post instead.

*spoilers after the cut*

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Happy Birthday, glynnisi!

January 8 - “I think I could fall madly in bed with you.” Steve/Darcy for @glynnisi

“So,” Darcy dropped into a chair, propped her elbows on the kitchen table, put her chin in her hands and looked with interest at the man who was already sitting down, quietly eating a gigantic bowl of granola. “You’re Cap, huh?”

He blinked long lashes over blue eyes before swallowing and nodding. “Um… Miss Lewis?”

“Uff, no, Miss Lewis is my Great-Aunt Patricia. Call me Darcy.” She smiled widely at him. “Incidentally, Great-Aunt Patricia was one of the USO showgirls who toured with you in Europe, if you remember her.”

Patsy Lewis?” Steve blinked, shocked.

“You do remember her!” Darcy looked delighted.

“Well, for me it was only a couple of years ago. You… look kind of like her, actually.” Steve diplomatically didn’t say that Darcy had already demonstrated herself to be about thirty times as friendly and approachable as her relative. Somehow, he wasn’t surprised to hear that Patsy Lewis had never married.

“Well, that’s very nice of you to say!” Having seen photos of Patsy in her USO show gear and knowing what a beauty her great-aunt had been her youth, Darcy preened a little.

“Except that I think you’re probably quite a lot prettier,” Steve added, a little knocked sideways by her smile.

“Oh,” utterly charmed and delighted, Darcy gazed at him and blurted out “I think I could fall madly in bed with you.”

“I could… wait, what?”

“In love! I think I could fall madly in love with you!” Darcy’s cheeks flamed.

To her utter surprise, Steve grinned, a little wickedly. “We could start with the other one, if you like.”

Her jaw dropped. Steve started to laugh at her utterly flabbergasted expression. “Kidding! Just kidding. Nat keeps telling me that I have to loosen up, make more jokes. Was that a good one?”

“It was definitely not something I expected you to say, that’s for sure!” Darcy started to giggle too. “Yep. Yep, you got me.”

Steve smiled back at her, and then said, very much more shyly “I think maybe just a date would be a good start?”

“A date.” Darcy stared at him blankly. “Wait. Are you… asking me on a date?”

“If you’d like to,” he looked down, not meeting her eyes, fiddled with his cereal spoon. “You could tell me all about what Patsy Lewis did with her life after the war. Or… you could tell me all about you.” His blue eyes flickered up to meet hers briefly, and it was his turn to blush. “I’d like that better, to be honest.”

“A date. Captain America just asked me on a date,” Darcy said incredulously.

“Steve. Please call me Steve.”

“Jane!” Darcy scrambled off her chair and rushed for the door, leaning out to yell down the corridor. “Captain America just asked me on a date!

“Did you say yes?” came a faint response from the distance.

“Yes?” Darcy turned back to Steve with a smile. He smiled back at her. “Yes, I did!” she yelled along the corridor again.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” came the response.

“Well,” Darcy snickered, “that leaves me lots of wiggle room.”

Steve blushed again.

you’re not here and it’s all my fault. // newt imagine

a/n: you’re a medjack and newt is a runner

“Five minutes,” Minho said nervously, glancing at his watch then shifting his eyes back to the maze. The gladers and I were waiting at the doors. All the runners had made it back roughly an hour ago except one. Newt.

Newt was one of the best runners, and also my best friend. Coming into the glade as one of the firsts, he was always a natural when it came to being familiar to everything about this place, including the maze. He was always mapping, coming up with new techniques to try and get us out. Newt was usually one of the last runners out of the maze each day, so it usually wasn’t considered that big of a deal if he was a bit late. But this time something was different, and everyone could sense it, because 5 minutes was way too close to the doors closing, and he’d never done this before.

Thomas was the first to break the what seemed endless silence.

“What if he doesn’t mak-“
“Shut up, klunk face he’s gonna make it. Y/N just be sure you’re ready to tend to him when he comes through these doors, got it?” Minho directed, though he had a hint of doubt in his voice. I nodded.
“Guys honestly though what if-“
“Never know when to shut your mouth, do ya?” Minho again, “I swear Thomas, one of these days-“

Cutting him off was Gally pointing to the maze. “Newt! He’s turning the corner!”
Everyone snapped their heads towards where the limping boy was trying to make his way back as fast as he could. His limp seemed to be worse, and it was definitely setting him behind. We were right, something was wrong.

Newt was about three feet from the doors when they started to shake, signaling the closing. Everyone started yelling and trying to encourage him. Luckily, he made it through right as they came together for the night. He immediately collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.

“Y/N! I’ll carry Newt over to the medjack hut, you just be ready,” said Minho, obviously relieved that one of his closest friends made it in on time.

I set up everything I needed and waited. Shortly after, Minho came in with Newt in his arms and laid the almost-unconscious boy on the cot.

“I trust you, Y/N, we all do,” Minho said with a smile on his face, weak from exhaustion. He then left.

The first thing I did was inspect him, which is what I did with everyone. Newt lifted his head slightly, and spoke.
“You just can’t keep your hands off of me can you?” He said with a smirk on his face.
I giggled slightly, “Newt this isn’t a good time.” I tugged at his shirt and lifted it up before seeing something I didn’t like, my expression hardening. There was blood, and a lot of it.
“What happened to you? What did you do?” I tried staying calm, though it was hard.
“Well, I was out running-well limping- and in broad daylight I saw one. A bloody griever in daytime. Not sure, if it was after me, but I wasn’t taking chances, so I climbed up the vine of a wall. Luckily, the creature wasn’t after me, it just kept rolling. You see, I’m not that skilled at vine climbing, so after it passed I couldn’t keep my grip any longer, and I fell, hard. Landed on what I though was a spike that fell off the grievers, but I didn’t take time to look and I  tried to run. Thus, ending here.” As he spoke he couldn’t keep his head up due to all the blood loss. I honestly didn’t know if I could help him, but I would try as hard as I could.

I was cleaning up Newt’s wounds as best as I could when he spoke again, breaking my heart.
“Listen, Y/N serious talk, I know I’m probably not going to make it, I know I’m loosing too much blood, but I want to die on a good note. It’s not your fault, love. I know there’s nothing to be done.”
I looked down at him and felt a lump in my throat. He kept talking.

“Remember when you first came up in that box? I thought you were so beautiful, and I almost klunked myself when Alby told me to give you the tour,” he laughed slightly at the thought, “you were so curious, just like Thomas was. Except you’re prettier than him. Don’t tell him I said that.”

“Or remember the first time you slept with me because of a nightmare? I wrapped my arms around you. That was nice. Sorry for hogging most of the blankets, by the way.” He softened to a whisper, “Thank you for being the best person I’ve ever known.”

Tears were threatening my eyes, and they were winning the battle. Newt put his hand up to my face and his thumb rubbed along my cheek.

“Don’t cry love, I wanna see you happy one more time.”

I tried my best to smile, and I spilled something I’ve been meaning to say a long time.

“I love you, Newt.”

His face softened, and he was smiling as best he could, putting all his effort into it, before saying

“I love you, Y/N,” before taking his last breath.

I woke up crying, wishing and praying Newt would come back, though I knew better. I have that dream so often now, even though it’s been almost a year since the worst day of my life. Erasing my memory again would be less painful than having to remember that.

My watch said 4:00 a.m. so I laid back down, trying to sleep again, though I knew that were impossible. My thoughts overtook me of flashbacks from that day.

“I trust you, Y/N, we all do,” I’m sorry you all made that mistake.

“Or remember the first time you slept with me because of  a nightmare?” Oh, how I wish you were here now, comforting me from my thoughts.

“It’s not your fault, love.”  No, but you see it is Newt, it really is, because somehow, just somehow, maybe if I inspected the wound more, or held your hand more, or used different medicine, or something- maybe you could still be here. Maybe we  could be happy. Maybe we could be free. 

you’re not here and it’s all my fault.

1. Words are taken too seriously. People are taken too seriously. The world is a serious place- until it’s not.

2. I have felt like I’ve been in love three times. I have loved twice.

3. Carrying so much at a time that you drown with your lungs filled with air.

4. Stripler hangs on the wall across the room from me.

5. Glow is the best kind of light.

6. Fucking Cats Though.

7. Vulnerability is normal.

8. I have secrets that I hide from myself.

9. Good friends happen and are there for you, but you also have to be prepared to be there for yourself.

10. Don’t put all your worth in someone else’s hands.

11. Don’t just rely on other people to pick you up, use your own bones to support yourself- that’s what they’re there for.

12. People should be equal.

13. Thirteen will probably always be my favorite number.

14. We’re all lost in forever.

15. The world would be a better place without people in it.

16. My music is best left uncensored.

17. I’m terrified of being alone. I don’t always hang on to the people in my life. I sometimes push the people in my life away. Sometimes I hang on too tightly.

18. Sometimes the bags under my eyes threaten to pull me over even after I’ve gotten a full nights sleep.

19. People rely too much on concepts we’ve created over time.

20. There are too many kinds of love.

21. The Beatles had a nice thought in “All You Need is Love” but in reality you need a lot more to survive in the world today.

22. Rise Against makes me want to overthrow the patriarchy and riot in the street while I cry at the same time. I am not alone in this.

23. Darkness does not always equate to evil. Lightness does not always equate to good.

24. Chocolate is the superior flavor in general. Not in ice cream.

25. Wear what makes you feel comfortable. Do not make others feel uncomfortable for what they choose to wear.

26. I hate that Grant Wood is the main known artist from Iowa. Fucking popsicle trees.

27. This is me beginning the living out of my life’s dream with a big “fuck you” to those who said I couldn’t do it.

28. Butterflies are survivors.

29. Some people still think science is magic. Some science definitely looks like magic.

30. Is it good or bad that fake things are becoming better to us? Are they really better? Why don’t we want to live in reality?

31. Because reality sucks.

32. I wish I could stop time to do the things I love: sleep, read, art, etc..

33. People deserve presents for no reason.

34. I need to learn how to accept presents.

35. String and bow instruments tend to make everything prettier.

36. Except for when they’re played badly.

37. Alarms are the worst things.

38. People will waste time on people who aren’t good enough for them. That’s because they think they don’t deserve better.

39. Don’t assume you know best when you don’t know the whole story. Even then. Assumptions generally make you sound like a jackass.

40. Organized religion is dangerous. And scary.

41. People need to learn how to not repeat history.

42. People need to learn.

43. Drinking through twirly straws instantly makes any drink twice as fun.

44. Having light fun is not acting like a child.

45. Stars are the best part of being in the middle of nowhere.

46. An old friend of mine once said the middle of nowhere is also the middle of everywhere. I thought it was cheesy but it’s stuck with me.

47. No matter where I live I will always be from small town Iowa.

48. Live in the moment so you don’t waste a life fearing death. I’m still in the process of teaching myself this.

49. I don’t understand the world. No one understands the world.

50. I usually write lists as an organizational method. These thoughts are generally reserved for the poetry I write.

—  50 Manifestos I Wrote for My Drawing Class (by Eris)
On Your Left

A new day was breaking over the Washington Mall.  The sky was pink, the air clean and crisp with promise.  Jon didn’t truly need to run – the serum in his blood, still working strong after seventy years, kept his body strong – but he loved the feeling of it.  In the War, there had been so little time to take pleasure in this body and its abilities.

There was a woman ahead of him, Jon saw as he rounded the corner and took the long leg of the lap. Tall, slim, but muscled like a dancer. He knew these things after his time with the the chorus girls, he thought, and smiled at the memory.  This woman was more scantily clad than any of them would have dared back in the war.  She wore bright pink shoes, grey shorts not unlike a tiny version of Jon’s own military issue, and a top that was little more than a stretchy pink bra. A shot braid of auburn hair hung down between her shoulder blades.  

“On your left,” Jon said as he passed her.  

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Nash Grier Imagine

Okay, so I’ve had this written and saved in my computer for a little while now and I wasn’t sure if I should post it, but here I am, posting it anyway. Bear with me, it’s actually pretty long, 3,000+ words actually, but oh well. So here it goes.

“Okay. I’ll see you in a bit. And I’ll text you if I think of anything else we need for tonight.” I smiled and sent Nash on his way to the store.

We were having a pool and barbeque day with all the family. We haven’t seen all of them in a couple months, due to Nash taking me on a vacation with his family.

I walked around the house, trying to find something to kill the time until Nash gets home and everyone comes over tonight. Walking upstairs and into my room I decided to put my swimsuit on. I grabbed Nash’s favorite bikini, deciding to be nice and wear it. I looked at myself in the mirror, I sighed.

I had never been the skinny girl I wished I would be. Growing up I was always the tallest of my friends, but I was always the biggest. Eventually they all grew taller and lost all of their flaws, me just gaining more flaws over the years. All of my friends were drop dead gorgeous. Every day I wished I could look like them. But instead I’m stuck with my body. My thighs never let each other go, always touching and rubbing together when I walked. My stomach was never flat. My hipbones never stuck out. My so called ‘love-handles’ sat on my hips. My butt was never the right size. It either was too small and never looked right or it was too big, making my hips look wider than they really were. Moving up to my waist, that was the only nice thing I had. My waist was nicely sized. The only small thing on my body. My boobs, never the size I wanted. They were always too big, either spilling out of my shirt or they just didn’t look right. My shoulders, wider than a man’s. My collarbones never stood out. My face, always round and chubby. Nothing on my face looked the way I wanted it to, except for my lips.

Looking at myself in front of my mirror, I slowly traced the stretch marks on my thighs, slowly moving my fingers to my stomach. I held them there, moving the extra skin on my stomach to see what I would look like without it. I moved my hands up to my boobs, pushing them down slightly to see what I would look like with smaller breasts. My vision slowly clouded up. I blinked a few times to clear my vision. Maybe if I lost a few pounds, no one would notice except for me. My doctor has told me before I could easily lose a few pounds to be healthier. His way of telling me I was overweight.

I continued to criticize myself in front of the floor length mirror. Standing sideways, I sucked my stomach in, making myself appear smaller. I smiled at this person. She looked prettier. She looked healthier. She looked better.

Standing facing the mirror I poked at my thighs. I moved them, seeing what I would look like with much smaller thighs. Thighs that didn’t constantly feel like they were glued together.

I looked up; my hands instantly dropping to m meet my sides. Never breaking eye contact, he pushed himself from leaning against the door frame and made his way to stand behind me. He rested his hands on my waist and kissed my cheek.

“Babe. What are you doing in here?” He looked my reflection dead in the eye, not blinking once.

I tried to talk, to tell him nothing. But for some reason, there was nothing coming out. I shook my head and looked down at my hands, scratching at my black nail polish.

“Baby, look at me.” He moved his left hand under my chin, and pushed my face up to look at his in the mirror. “You know how I hate when you do this. You always do it before we go somewhere or do something. And then when we are out, you are never the bubbly girl I fell in love with.” He smiled at me. Still never breaking eye contact through the mirror. “Where do I start?” He shook his head, contemplating what he was going to say. I had no idea what he meant. “Baby, you are perfect. I love your body. I love everything about you. I love your hair. I love how it always smells like your shampoo. I love your eyes, and how your brown, contrast my blue. I love your cute button nose. I love your lips and how soft they are when they are pressed against mine in our most intimate and heated moments. I love your cheeks and how the burn a bright red when I bring up sexual things around you when I’m with the boys. I love that your collar bones don’t stick out, making you look healthy and not like a skeleton. I love your boobs. God do I love them. They are so perfect, the way the perfectly fit in my hands, and how they look perfect in everything you wear. I love that your ribs don’t stick out, again, making you look alive. I love your waist. I love your love-handles. I have something to wrap my arms around when I hug you like this, or when we lay together in bed, I have something to wrap my arms around. I love your stomach. I love that I have something to lay my head on when we are star gazing, instead of laying on hip bones, I have something less boney to lie on. I love your back. I love the curves and arches it makes while I kiss all over your body. I love your butt. I love that I get to grab it and smack it whenever I want. I love that little jump you make every time I do. I love your thighs. I love that they are big enough for me to grab onto when I’m between your thighs. I love when they close around my head, making sure I’m not able to leave you. And when I’m pounding in and out of you I love when they tighten around my waist and your feet lock so I can’t leave you, you never wanting to stop feeling the way I make you feel. Baby, I love everything about you and I love your body. You know how I feel about girls’ bodies. The more you look dead and like a skeleton, the more of a huge turn off that is for me. Your body is the biggest turn on I have ever seen. Your body is perfect whether you want to admit it or not baby. Now go change into your favorite swimsuit, the one that makes you feel the most confident, because we are having company over in a few and I want my girl to be as happy as she has ever been.” He lightly smacked my ass. I jumped and turned around to face him. I wrapped my arms around him, as tight as I could.

“Thank you baby. That really means something. I know you hate when I say I want to go on a diet, but I really just want to lose a little bit. I now know not to lose too much, but I want to look better. I want to actually be happy with myself and be able to happily say ‘Yes, I am Nash Grier’s perfect girlfriend.’” I pulled back and looked at him, not expecting him to look so happy.

“Alright, if you want to lose a few pounds, go for it. And you know what, I’ll join you.” He smiled and kissed me. I tangled my fingers into the hair on the back of his head. Deepening the kiss, I felt him smile against my lips. “Jump.” He mumbled. My feet barely left the ground before I was lifted by him and my legs were already wrapped around his waist. Never breaking the kiss, he walked us over to the bed and laid us down, me on top of him. My hands running down his shirt covered chest; I tugged it up and off him. His hands resting on the bottom, lowest part of my back and mine tangled into his hair, our kiss growing more heated by the second.

“Hey, would you two quit. We all would like to see you guys, and we don’t necessarily want to see you guys like this.” Cameron pointed to us, fake scolding us. I laughed as Nash threw a pillow at him.

I got off of Nash, and grabbed my favorite swimsuit from my already open top drawer. I quickly ran over to Cameron and hugged him tightly. He wrapped one of his arms around my waist and the other scooped under my legs, him holding me like a baby as he laughed loudly and ran through the house with me.

“Cam put me down. I have to change.” He ran downstairs and into the living room where I saw everyone sitting. He set me down and smiled. “You aren’t allowed to change until we all get a proper hello.” I smiled to myself knowing I had the best family. I gave each of them a hug and ran into the downstairs bathroom, quickly changing into my favorite one-piece swimsuit.

I looked for a way to pay back Cam for ripping me away from Nash. I made sure everyone was outside before I ran towards Cameron, not warning him until I jumped on him, forcing the both of us to tumble into the pool behind him. As I resurfaced myself, I looked over to Nash to see him standing by the grill. I got out of the pool before walking over to him and pulling him into the pool with me. Wrapping my arms and legs around him and setting us up on the edge of the pool he smiled at me. “I love you and your body. Okay? I love when you are happy like this and I want you to be like this all the time.” He kissed my forehead. “I love you baby girl.”


“Hey, who is cooking?” Matt said as he threw a blueberry at Nash and me.

“Jacob, can you finish grilling for me?” Nash looked over at Jacob and it was like they had a conversation through looks.

“Yeah, don’t worry. I got it.” Jacob smiled and walked over to the grill to have Aaron soon join him.

I kissed Nash’s cheek and pulled away, smiling as I went under water and swam over to everyone else in the pool. “Hey Sammy. How’s everything at home?” I asked Sam.

WE talked for a little while before I felt something hit the back of my head. I looked over at the table next to the pool. Everyone looked deep into conversation so I couldn’t quite figure out who it was. I felt it again. And again. And again. I quickly turned and saw my own boyfriend and best friends sling-shooting blueberries at me. “Oh, you guys are going to get it.” I jumped towards the side of the pool, pushing myself up. I chased them around the table, Cameron tripping when he reached the grass. I continued to follow Nash and (your best friend). Nash jumped for the tree as (your best friend) reached the corner of the fenced in yard.

“You are so going to pay for hitting me with those blueberries.” I joked. I suddenly felt two arms wrap around my waist as I was quickly turned around and thrown over someone’s shoulder.

“Hey would you three children stop playing around and come eat. The food is ready.” Jacob shouted to the three of us.

We ran back to everyone and grabbed our food. Nash walked me back to the corner where the hammock sung between two shady trees.

“So, how come you aren’t wearing a super sexy bikini?” Nash sat on the hammock and pulled me next to him.

“Well, you said to wear the bikini that made me feel the most confident, and this one does justice for me.” I looked at him. His face seemed almost disappointed.

“Well, we need to work on making you think that bikinis make you look sexy and you need to be confident about that.” He kissed my temple.


Many hours later, along with many drinks later, everyone grabbed all the pillows and blankets they could find in the house and brought them outside. Nash and Cam set everything up, making a giant blanket bed for everyone. We all lay on the blanket and laughed while telling stories that we missed over the past couple months.

After many hours, and many passed out people, I was the only person awake. I got up and walked inside. I sat on the couch, not bothering to turn the TV on or anything for that matter. I just sat there with my thoughts.

The one thing I really wondered was why Nash even bothered. We had gone over these insecurities of mine for years, and he knew they hadn’t gotten any better since the first day I met him. I wanted to know why he went for a girl with so many insecurities and had so many flaws, where there were girls that were more beautiful that models were falling at him feet. The thought of him being able to have any girl he wanted make me sick to my stomach. I needed fresh air and not where everyone was.

I ran upstairs and changed into running shorts, one of Nash’s old shirts and grabbed my phone before I left a note on the counter:

I’ll be back. Don’t know when. Don’t bother looking.


Sitting on the rusty old swing of the park, I sat and thought. I thought of all the ways I could just say that this was too much and I could just end it with him.

“The fans. No he would go off on them and it isn’t mainly their fault.

The stress. No He would tell me he would make things less stressful and try to take me on a vacation.

I’m not in love anymore. That’s a lie I don’t think anyone could ever believe.” I spoke them to see if I could even believe them. I couldn’t.

I just wanted a way for everything to be better. I wouldn’t have to worry about how I look all the time and he wouldn’t have to worry about having a girlfriend who is so self-conscious.

I heard the groggy voice that I’ve come to love. “Baby, what are you doing here? I know you said don’t bother to look for you, but I was worried. I didn’t know how long you were gone.”

I lightly smiled at him. “I’m fine babe. Just thinking is all.” He sat on the ground in front of the short yellow swing.

“What was it that you were saying just now? Those things? Are you trying to find a way to leave me?” He looked deep into my eyes. His eyes weren’t the same crystal blue as earlier; they seemed greyer, deader.

“Nash, I…” I didn’t know how to tell him. “I just don’t want you to have to worry about me all the time. I don’t want you to have to constantly tell me and try to convince me that I’m beautiful. I know I’m not, and I know I never will be.” I dryly laughed. “Not even my personality is a great as it should be. I’m just an ugly girl with a terrible personality that is with someone who she shouldn’t be with for a million years. I don’t belong with you Nash. I know it. You know it. All our friends know it. Everyone in the world knows it. We just aren’t meant to be.” I managed to finally look at him. My words hit something. Something I didn’t like to see from him.

Wiping the tears from his cheeks, he sighed. “Listen, Y/N, I love you. And there is no denying that I am deeply in love with you. I love everything about you. I mentioned everything physical earlier, but what I didn’t mention was your emotional things that I love. I love your personality. I love when you get really excited when you see acute puppy of when you see a baby. I love when you see previews for a movie that you want to see and you get like a little kid. I love when it’s your birthday or Christmas and you get super excited when presents are being opened. I love that when you get really into reading a book, your face scrunches and you don’t leave your reading window for hours until you have finally satisfied your reading needs. I love when you find something really funny and you get excited and your voice gets higher pitched and you just look so alive and so child-like. I love the fact that I have to constantly remind you that you are beautiful. Because you know what? I love when you blush every time I tell you. I love that you seem to get shy, like the first time I met you, whenever I tell you that you are beautiful, or when I tell you, you are perfect. I love every little nook and cranny on you. And I love every little personality perk and flaw you may have. And you know what? That makes you, you. And I wouldn’t have you any other way, because then I wouldn’t love you the way I love you right now. In this very moment, with the moon light lightly shining onto your little nose, and cheeks. And they way you are trying to hide your beautiful smile. I love all that about you. And I am in no way, shape, or form embarrassed by you or ashamed of you, because you are beautiful and I love you baby girl.”

I smiled and lunged at him, wrapping my arms around him. We sat there, in the damp mulch of the playground, as he held me close to him. I cried my heart out to him.

He gave me a piggy-back ride back to our house before he laid me in the hammock and grabbed a blanket for us. We cuddled on the hammock, my head in the crook of his neck, his fingertips lightly tracing shapes on my hip. And in this moment, I realized, I would never lose him over something as small as my appearance. I smiled before kissing his cheek and just enjoying the fact that someone like him really loved someone like me.

Painfully shy (Request from anon: Bucky x reader)

I am so sorry if this is not what you wanted but I really did try hard! if you don’t like it ( which I hope you don’t) feel free to message me xx

You walked out of your room, your left hands’ thumb rubbing the palm of your right hand. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world but it did stop you from having panic attacks when you had to socialise with people.

You heard laughter coming from the living room.  With shouts from Clint ‘Common how hard can it be just ask her out already!’ Paired by the quick response from Bucky ‘Well I don’t want to scare her away! You know what she is like with social interaction’  You heard mumbles of agreement from your team.

Who was this girl that Bucky liked? Why did everyone else know who she was except for you? I mean you had never asked if Bucky had his eye on someone out of fear that you would loose him to a better prettier girl. Plus you had never told him you liked him because almost every time he tried to talk to you, you panicked and word vomit would spill out of your rosy pink lips.

You were now at the end of the hallway looking out onto the massive living room, and your team mates laughing at Bucky. You froze dead in you tracks when you heard these words escape Thor’s mouth ‘To say that Lady Y/N is an avenger she isn’t comfortable in her own skin at all is she?’  Were they talking about you? 

You wanted to leave and run back to the safety of your room but your feet were glued to the ground.

Natasha looked up feeling someone’s presence. She looked you dead in the eye and shook Bucky who was sat on the right hand side of her. He looked up. Your eyes meet each other. ‘ради трахает’ he said quickly in Russian and looked down.

He left the sofa and stated advancing toward you. ‘Hello doll’ he said now standing in front of you ‘H-hello’ you replied looking down at the floor. ‘Lift your head up doll’ he said putting his cold metal hand under your chin and gently pushing it up, so you had to look into his gorgeous, sea blue eyes.

‘I don’t know how long you have been here doll or what you have heard, but if you were here through it all what do you say? Will you go out with me?’ 

‘Y-yes’ You shyly reply.  


PREFERENCE 1 - you’re a ‘plus size’ model and you’re mentioned in an interview //MUKE\


You had always been a bit insecure, even though you frequently posed in exquisite gowns or revealing bikinis. You had been into modelling your whole life and had your breakthrough when a French photographer met you at Sydney Fashion Week.
Luke loved talking about how talented and amazing you were, almost too much.
“She’s the most amazing person I’ve ever met,” Luke gasped, getting carried away in a world of 'you’.
“Really? I mean, don’t you think you could do so much better? Prettier, skinnier and such.” the interviewer said, ignoring the glares she got from the four boys sitting in front of her.
Luke laughed, “please, not only is Y/N the most talented girl I’ve ever met, but she’s a billion times prettier than you’ll ever be… Personality ad looks wise.” Luke stood, said goodbye to everyone in the room, except for the girl and left.
“Not cool mate, not cool,” Calum sighed, shaking his head at the, now flustered girl. When Luke got home he showered you with kisses and told you how much he loved you while you two watched The Walking Dead all night.


“So how’s your relationship with Y/N going, Michael?” the lady asked, smiling.
“Great actually, it’s nearly our 18 month anniversary,” Michael stated proudly.
“Good to hear! Now tell me, do you find it hard to be in a relationship with someone so inspirational to young girls? Someone with such a positive reputation?” she asked.
“No. I know that people look up to Y/N because it’s hard to get into the fashion industry when you’re bigger than a size ten and I’m so proud that she’s achieved all that she has. She knows how to deal with people who don’t like her and is always caring for others which I think makes here even more perfect than she already is.” Michael blushed.
“He’s her biggest fan,” Luke laughed.
“He probably has photo albums of her under their bed!” Ashton laughed.
“No!” Michael said, trying to defend himself while getting a little embarrassed.
When you watched the interview you couldn’t help but smile. Michael had always been there for you and you were still shocked that he loved you as much as you loved him.

a/n I’m sorry, I know it sucks. I’ve never written a preference before so be kind .-.