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anonymous asked:

how the FUCC isnt phils hair falling off or crusty from all the dye he's put in it

can phil do a video with fabrice so they can just talk about phil’s hair journey and all of the steps they take to keep it looking lush and healthy???? the switch from salon haircuts to at-home haircuts? i need this. and also i want to hear fabrice’s deepest darkest thoughts on phil’s stubborn refusal to let go of his emo fringe i bet he fucking hates it and thinks phil is a dumb 

Curiosity Stroked the Cat

Request: “Ok ok hear me out, what if Peter is out with Ned, and comes back home later to see that the reader is wearing his suit, and gets immensely turned on. Is this even possible to make? Cause I’d live for this!”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Smut

Snuggling a little tighter into your jacket as the chilly breeze sifted through the streets of Brooklyn, you turned the corner to find yourself in front of Peter’s apartment block. It was becoming a common occurrence to end up here after you had decided to get fresh air to think, your feet always managing to lead you to the greatest source of comfort in your life. After learning about his big secret, it had just felt so much easier to lay your own out on the table, since there was nothing in your life that surpassed the severity of holding on to a secret identity that important.  

So, tugging your heavy boots into the front foyer and up the stairs, with a light rap at the door, Peter’s Aunt was greeting you with a warm smile.

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nebulator  asked:

12 or 14 for klance please!!

Uhhh I’m gonna go with 14 I think

(for 100 ways to say i love you)

14 - “Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”

Have some older Klance.


Something stirs on the mattress, rousing Lance from his sleep. His long limbs are held close to his body, bringing his blankets with him. He is a cocoon of warmth. Cold air floods his nostrils. His eyes crack open.

Keith sits on the side of the bed. His hair is flattened down on the side he slept on and he tugs at the boots on his feet. His trembling fingers pull the cuffs of his pants down.

“Escaping?” Lance grumbles. Keith jumps.

He looks over his shoulder to meet Lance’s sleepy gaze. His features melt into a smile and he rolls onto the bed, wrapping his arms around Lance and pulling him close.

“I was trying not to wake you.” Keith gently kisses his temple.

“So you are running away.” Lance’s smirks with his eyes closed. Keith huffs out a gentle laugh.

“I figured I snuck in here last night, so I’ll sneak out to prevent your mother having a heart attack.”

“Do you know how many people live here? My mum would’t even blink if she saw you.” Lance chuckles. “She’d just think you were yet another child that was somehow related.”

They both laugh softly into the sheets. Keith keeps his hands under neath the blankets to keep them warm for as long as he can. his thumb rubs at a prominent scar on Lance’s side. A relic from a galena blade some time ago. 

Laying in Lance’s bed in the early morning, condensation forming on the windows and the lilt of bird song outside… it’s hard to believe that all that was real sometimes.

But the scars on their skin remind him. Their faces broadcast over the television and their names hanging off of some news reporter’s lips.

As much as some of these hurt, Keith is grateful. Because the boy now in his arms is his biggest reminder. Of course it would take an all-out space war for Keith to finally get a boyfriend.

“I’m also trying to avoid your sister.” keith confesses.

“Ah!” Lance laughs louder. “That’s fair enough.”

“She keeps asking when I’m going to propose to you.”

“Well when are you?”

“Shut up.” Keith shoves Lance, and the two of them laugh until the cold air sneaks underneath the blanket. Lance hisses and pulls the blanket closer.

“Stop sleeping naked,” Keith chides.

“Never. I know you want me for my body.” Lance presses himself closer and giggles. Keith rolls his eyes. With a wide grin, he gives Lance’s bare ass a squeeze.

“I’ll admit, it is a nice bonus.” He kisses Lance’s cheek. “So scruffy.” He licks his lips with distaste.

“I didn’t know you were coming. I had no time to shave.”

“So manly.” Keith runs the back of his knuckles against Lance’s stubbly jaw. 

With a kick of his legs, Keith pulls himself back into a seated position. He stands and begins to do up his belt. Lance watches with a lopsided smile.

“I’ll text you when I get home.” He promises.

“Say hi to Shiro for me.”

Keith nods. He walks over to the window and undoes the latch. He braces himself for the frigid morning air.

“Hey,” Lance’s voice cuts through the quiet room. “Take my jacket. It’s cold outside.”

Keith pauses. Then he runs over to Lance’s desk chair with a spring in his step. He pulls on the old, green jacket and beams. It’s faded and there’s a couple of patches in it now. Hunk had specially chosen out the bright pink fabric that he thought would compliment the jacket’s green colour scheme. The patches had been finely stitched, and several had doodles from their friends on them. Shiro had drawn a terrible stick figure family, while Pidge had drawn a fat unicorn. Coran had signed his name in glorious calligraphy.

“Love this jacket.” Keith buries his nose in the collar. The jacket reeked, but he liked the smell. Lance sweat and still the faint smell of exhaust fumes. Lance wore this continuously, and apparently didn’t even take it off to perform maintenance on his lion.

“I know you do.” Lance sighs. He watches his boyfriend zip up the old jacket. He should really give it to Keith. It fits him better now. However, the jacket had become so tied to his sense of identity that Lance refused to let it go completely. He was gradually weening himself to have joint custody of it with Keith. Keith’s bright smile definitely makes the sacrifice worth it. 

Keith pulls the old hood over his head and moves over to the window again. He opens it. Lance feels the cold wind rush in and Keith swears under his breath. He sticks his leg out and straddles the window sill. 

“Lance?”

“Yeah?”

Keith pauses and chews his lip. His cheeks start to pink in the cold.

“Thanks for being my boyfriend.”

Lance turns and looks at Keith with narrowed eyes. 

“You never have to thank me for that. I love you.”

Keith beams and nods. He falls out of the window wondering if he’ll ever touch the ground again.

Hiding Under Those Clothes (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: yay requests are open :D   okay so how about a female reader x jughead (they like each other) where the reader wears a lot of layers and one day the crew had a pool party and jug saw the readers amazing asf body and like he’s mesmerize or something idk

A/N: Sorry for lack of posts! I have family visiting right now and I’m heading to the beach for Spring Break soon. I’m going to try and write before hand so I can just queue them for you guys. Hopefully this is good! xxx

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Hiding under those clothes (Jughead x Reader)

Since Ethel became a part of the group, Veronica convinced her to throw a pool party at the end of the school year.

You were nervous as no one has seen you with anything less than two layers and the girls has forbid the infamous layers for both you and jughead.

When the day arrived you panicked and told Veronica you didn’t have a swimsuit.

She glared at you and hands you a black fabric. “Here. I figured you’d try and pull something.”

You glanced at the piece of clothing. There was barely anything there.

“Put it on and meet us down at the pool.” She nodded and left before you could argue anymore.

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Leave This Town Pt 8 (Mechanic!Bucky AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky, Wanda and Pietro (mentioned)

Summary: After leaving the small town life behind, you’ve worked hard to make your dreams come true. When something unexpected brings you home, you’re brought back to the place where everything changed. Timing is everything and now there just might be a second chance with the man you left behind.

Song Inspiration: Angela by The Lumineers

Warnings: Fluff!!!! 

Word Count: 3.4k

Tags are at bottom (TAG LIST IS CLOSED I’M SORRY)

**This fic is for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5K AU Writing Challenge**

Y/N: Oof. 

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Originally posted by science

Previously: 

You waited a few minutes until the driver’s side door opened with a squeak and Bucky slid inside. Shaking his head, water droplets sprayed in your direction making you squeal in laughter while shielding your already damp self.

Bucky threw you a wide grin, feeling a familiar warmth inside you grow despite the chill seeping in from your wet clothes. He held out a hand and you gave him the keys with the engine roaring to life seconds later.

“Ready?”

“Ready,” you replied, wondering what this unexpected night would bring.

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Conversation was impossible on the ten minute drive to Bucky’s place. The loud thundering of rain pelting the truck’s roof along with Bucky’s need to concentrate on the road with very little visibility, you resigned yourself to silence. You didn’t mind though. It gave you a chance to unabashedly stare at the man you hadn’t seen in two years, and yet you instantly still felt that comfort and ease in his presence.

Bucky was right, he hadn’t changed much. His hair was a bit longer with a few more laugh lines around his eyes, but you found that they made him even more attractive. One of your first observations, though, was the lack of a ring on his finger. That still wasn’t a definitive answer to a question you had yet to voice, though.

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When it comes to rules and guidelines, my rule of thumb is usually “if someone tells you not to do something, it’s cause someone’s tried it before”.

So imagine my surprise (and slight confusion) when looking up tips for washing/drying minky fabric, and seeing one of the tips saying “Minky melts, so don’t warm it in the microwave”.

I mean…it’s good advice and all….but still….

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170608 Thoughts:  BTS and THAT Japanese Article

On Colorism:

Colorism is an issue, especially for countries with mixed skin tones. No. It isn’t that it is not frowned upon in Asia (as I’ve read some people say) it is an accepted mindset that quite plainly, sucks. It is truly more about your color and what it means as opposed to what race you are form. It is sad how some people still equate lighter skin colors with people who are more learned and urbanized. Here in our country it roots from the idea that those with darker skin tones work in the fields or by the seas while those with lighter skin tones spend days working in doors. This is also the reason why in some countries like Korea, Japan, Philippines, whitening creams are all the fad.

That is the root and it is stupid and it should stop. It would be hard for this mindset to just abruptly die, but seeing all skin colors as beautiful and understanding that it does not define what you do and what you CAN do can be a start.

On Bangtan having preference:

This question of ideal lover (no, not just girl as Yoongi have stated clearly in the past) should never be asked. No matter how many times they get asked this, they always have to create a BS statement that would have to be vague enough for any fan to fit in anyway. So what is the point?

Everyone is allowed to have ideals and preferences, but when you are being followed by millions of people worldwide, saying something that will hit any type of sensitivities is possible. They have the right to have ideals and preferences especially if it is with respect to the type of lover they hope to have, but do we really need to know? No. It should not affect how we love them or their music. So please, for the love of world peace and fandom fam love. Just don’t.

On that Japanese article released:

I was surprised when I saw the questions and answers to be honest, because some of them did look familiar, and yet some where not. The last part about the member’s relationships with each other was clearly from their profile release in 2016 BTS Festa. Some descriptions like whether the girl should be taller or shorter seemed rehashed from a 2014 interview (Jimin didn’t say short, he said shorter than him, LOL). The jeans or skirt question has also been answered in a 2014 interview, but I remember Yoongi said skirt instead of jeans. Even the type of hair and heels/sneakers question has been old. Of course they answered sneakers, this was in 2014! They were younger then!

Anyway, on the topic of the fair skin/wheat skin issue. Based from what I have seen in the article, the responses were all rehashed and put together in a very shady manner. Taking bits and pieces from wherever and editing other bits too. But for this question, in my memory, only Kookie and Namjoon ever mentioned a preference (Kookie – fair skin, Namjoon – pale skin) and they both received heat for this.

When I read what they answered at first, I was surprised that the BTS we know today would answer something like this. And that’s the thing, based from the questions and answers in the articles, it does not seem like they did an actual interview with the members.

I think the article is shady and that BTS now knows better than to say anything like that. Unless it is an official update, meaning the interview was shared by either BTS or Bighit, or you have seen and heard them say it (warning sometimes even subs and trans are not accurate), take everything in with a grain of salt. 

please don’t quote any part out of context. Ty!


The article in question: 

Link to the article trans thread: @Naikyuu

deal | pt. 3.5 (m)

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

summary: the years spent working hard had really paid off and was it so wrong to want to rub that in a few faces? The cliché mean girls that often teased you for not doing anything with your hair or clothing, wouldn’t it be great to show off someone like Jungkook? High school reunion au + ceo!jeon

word count: 2,405 (a short confused side chapter/continuation) 

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For Lack of Prey (DVA/Mercy)


A/N: For an anonymous patron. 8,000 words, explicit, alternating POV. Enjoy!

You can also read this story on AO3.



Despite it all, she was freezing cold.

Not a single breeze blew into the tent. Somewhere above her a dozen jets screamed overhead, returning from an evening patrol. The sound brought to mind vivid images, all thinly connected by memories and sensations. Like standing on the tarmac in weather reaching 47°C. The jet engines and the hot rush of air, somehow even hotter than the sun above her. A cold aluminum can, still sweating in her hand only to blister it minutes later. Just from daring to exist in the open. Her palm had been red for days.

She glanced down at her hand. It was still red. When she wiped it off on her lap it smeared. Again a flood of loosely-connected sensations, her brain splitting and existing in the past and the present at the same time.

She had lost a lot of blood, she knew, and she was dehydrated. The picc in her arm and the fact that she was being fussed over by one of her favorite people hardly registered, though.

“You shouldn’t be up already.” Dr. Ziegler tried to angle her back down so she could rest, but Hana shook her head.

“If I lie down any more I think I might get sick.”

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Picture not mine.

Is it just me or does anyone else ever wonder what’s Rey hiding on her arms, under those fabric thingies? I find it hard to believe that those would be just some fashion pieces.

Maybe we see if Rey loses hand and one of them has to be removed to have full acces to heal possibly lost hand?

Thoughts anyone?

Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction writers I have sewing info to help you!!!

Miraculous ladybug fanfiction writers!!!! Hello! I absolutely LOVE reading fanfic for this show, I honestly have read 10x more fanfic than I have watched the show, I just love the characters and the wonderful stories you all create! One reason i love the show is because i am a fellow fashion designer student and I thought I would make a post to help out you wonderful writers who want some more fashion terminology or insight or whatever! Also if I say something wrong or if any other people want to add feel free to add and correct me I just want to contribute to this wonderful adorable fandom, I have only written one fanfiction before (danny phantom) and writing is super hard and i just wanna give some insight about being a design student!

- poking yourself with pins very true, happens all the frickin time, I have bled on things i’ve been making and have mini heart attacks

- college AU’s spending hours in the sewing lab and getting pizza and eating off of the pattern paper before a huge project is due 

- MOOD BOARDS!! making a board and using hella photoshop and illustrator, putting pictures to make a board of what inspires the outfit/line of clothing you are making 

- creating flat patterns on illustrator is something we have to do, it has the details of the sewing and stuff you gotta do

- I have read your saliva gets out your own blood so i literally started licking a light pink skirt i was making to get out the blood, which i didn’t even realize I was bleeding until the red splotch appeared

- I personally however have not cut myself with scissors while cutting fabric, you usually are laying a pattern on the material and will not have a hand close enough to the scissors to cut yourself, now Marinette is clumsy so if she tripped and fell and hit her scissors it that could happen but her cutting herself with scissors while cutting material is not something I have personally encountered

- when I make pattern for things i sit at my sewing table staring at a piece of paper trying to work out the math for different measurements, like how many inches do i need to make 10 pleats into a 26 inch waist skirt? how long of a hem do I need?

- before I went to college I would use wrapping paper for pattern paper when making my own patterns

- instead of using the word “mannequin” for what she is working on maybe use “dress form” both can work but this is just a me thing? idk

- another form of design is draping fabric directly onto the dress form and using pins to figure out the design you want

- forgetting you shoved a pencil in your bun and your parents looking at you funny, it happens

- spending WAY TOO FUCKING LONG in the fabric store, time moves differently there, you just stare and it can be really irritating to find the exact fabric you want to match the image in your head

- sewing for a few hours and forgetting to eat

- finding threads literally ALL OVER YOUR OUTFIT, if i don’t have at least 3 different threads on me did i really do anything?

- threads covering the floor bc you just throw them when you cut them

- dropping a sewing needle and doing a wide eye stare until you can locate the very slim sliver of metal before you stab your foot bc you should wear shoes but you don’t, (I have stabbed my foot with the non-sharp side of a needle, not fun)

- seam ripping, sewing one thing realizing you did it wrong and sitting there with a seam ripper for 10-20 minutes undoing what you did

- machine malfunctions: the bobbin (bottom thread) not matching up with the top thread and the stitches look all loopy on one side and you want to fucking throw your machine out the gosh darn window

- ironing fabric

- spending hours just pinning and minimal actual sewing, so many pins

- it has been X amount of days since stabbed with a pin (probably 0)

- everyone asking hey i need a button/hem/shoe/shirt fixed can you do it?(yes, i fixed the threading for a shoe some guy on my floor asked, honestly i did so much they knew me as the girl to go to if you needed something fixed sewing wise or anything arts and crafts related)

- also cosplays just today I was asked if i could make a shirt for my friend’s mom’s friend’s daughter

- i once drove to the fabric store to pick up more fabric and thought i don’t need to bring a swatch i know what color it is, it was ever ever so slightly off and i would have hated it so i had to drive back return it and get the right one (yes i brought a swatch that time)

- the smallest details bugging you: some stitches look a little wavy, the thread got tangled a little on the hand stitching, snipping the fabric a little too close to the seam, it’s the small things no one else sees that kills you

- cutting out fabric wrong and just getting frustrated and taking a deep breath, buying more and doing it right

- sitting down to work one day on a project, fucking up once, and just saying “nope, nope, i’m not even, i’m done for the day” , or after a long day and making a mistake and being like ok that’s enough i’ll fix it tomorrow

- almost knocking over the dressform and seeing your life flash before your eyes bc those are like upwards of $100

- SOMETHING REALLY CUTE: Last year i fixed two buttons and a sleeve of a shirt for this guy on my floor and i later learned he ripped off the buttons just so i could sew them back on and he could see me and talk to me (it was adorable but we didn’t work as a couple but still friends) but i figure maybe some chat or adrian would do bc he I had no idea i was just like how is this skinny boy popping buttons off his shorts??? (idk why but if you use this could you credit me? It’s a personal thing kinda and I also I just wanna know so i can read it and be like omg so cute)

- also one of my friends sometimes comes over and sits on the couch and we just talk and she watches me as I sew, its very nice and i feel like alya would totally sit and be on the Ladyblog and her and Marinette would just chat while she sews

I could probably think of a billion more but that’s all for now, if anyone has any questions or wants help or anything please let me know! I love sewing and miraculous ladybug but most of all is the beautiful stories you all create <3

(also if this does help you or you use stuff from this please lmk i would love to read your stories!)

neglected // n.h

Originally posted by narryintheam

You had a problem.

You couldn’t really sleep. You were restless and uptight. For weeks you’d been trying everything to distract your mind and to relax your ridged muscles. But nothing you’d tried helped to soothe you, to calm your body and truly sate you. You’d been having trouble sleeping even though Niall was right next to you. He was normally like Nyquil to you. His arms, his cologne, his sweet and soft voice, they normally had you asleep in no time. But he wasn’t even doing it for you anymore. You knew what you needed, but you were so tired of pressing and asking. You shouldn’t have to ask your boyfriend to love you. Granted, sex wasn’t love, it was one of the ways you and Niall connected. It was pure and raw and stripped down and it was like a shot of sunshine straight into your soul when you were with him. 

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Liam Dunbar Imagine- You Still Love Him, Don't You?

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Authors Note- Warning, this is a story of heartbreak as opposed to my usual writing.

There are things that happen in life, some things are just unavoidable and you get hurt. But nothing hurts more than watching the person you love fall for someone else. They always tell you it’s the chances in life you don’t take that your regret, but your biggest regret was letting yourself fall slowly in love with Liam Dunbar. You told yourself you weren’t going to fall in love, but he made you feel less cynical and you’d always be grateful for that. What you wouldn’t be grateful for is the state that you’re in now, the broken pieces of your heart that sill managed to find a way to love him. And yet behind all of the pain you managed to put on a brave face and act as if you’re happy for him. It’s selfish but you weren’t, you didn’t want to see him hurt as much as you but seeing him thrive with her, was much worse.

You placed your empty coffee mug on the counter top and picked up your bag as soon as you heard a car pull into your drive. You slipped on your white converse and headed out for another long monotonous day, which is your life. You climbed into the passenger seat in silence and clipped in your seatbelt. “Y/n…” he sighed, as he did every morning. “Brett, please spare me the lecture I’ve had a rough night okay” you shrugged, refusing to look up. “What did we agree on?” he patronised. “I need to at least try to move on” you whined sadly. He noticed by the twinge in your voice, let alone the chemo signals you were giving off that you were in so much emotional pain and it killed him to know there was nothing he could do to help someone, who doesn’t want to be helped. It sounds stupid when you say it out loud; that scrolling through Liam’s and Hayden’s Instagram pictures was enough to get yourself crying to sleep. Seeing them happy didn’t make you angry or bitter, it made you feel immense melancholy. Brett somehow managed to fill some of that void, he was your best friend and you couldn’t help but feel like shit for the way you treated him. When you first started dating Liam it was fun and exciting to watch Liam get jealous and overprotective when you hung out with his natural enemy but you didn’t think of how it was hurting him, being apart of a stupid game you enjoyed with love-struck eyes. “You don’t understand what it feels like” you muttered, knowing he could hear you behind all of your sadness. “You’re right I don’t, but I’ve watched my best friend go through it for the past six months. Not only that, I’ve watched her wallow in her own self piety” he said truthfully. “That’s not fair and you know it!” you snapped, in shock of his honesty. You knew it yourself but you didn’t want to admit it or hear someone else tell you what a complete loser you were being. “Y/n, you need to let him go because you’re not the only person you’re hurting by being like this” he shook his head. “How selfish of me, I feel so much better now, thank you for that beacon of hope” you rolled your eyes. “There you go again, taking it out on the people around you. Me and your other friends have been nothing but supportive of you. God, sometimes you make it so hard to be around you” he said involuntary, followed by a sigh after realising what he said really hurt you. “Pull up here, I’ll walk” you said, already taking off your seatbelt. “Don’t be stupid” he said with a faint laugh. “I’m not joking, fucking pull up” you shouted. He shook his head again and pulled up and within a second you were out of the car and you had begun walking down the street. Brett opened the window and began to apologise and call your name, but you simply ignored him and began to dial someone who was bound to give better advice.

“Come in” Lydia smiled. You were surprised she was actually at her house for once on a Saturday afternoon. You missed hanging out with her and the pack but things got too hard and complicated after you and Liam broke up, especially after he started dating Hayden. You missed them. You followed behind her into her bedroom, she was like an unbiological sister you just seemed to click with each other. “Malia and Kira will be here soon, we miss having you around” she said with a pout. You didn’t even open your mouth before she spoke again, “Somethings wrong, you’re still struggling to cope with the breakup” she judged accurately. You were going to deny it, but what was the point? You couldn’t cope, there was no point attempting to block it out all of the time. You also couldn’t help but think about what Brett said, he was right, you let the whole situation fuck you up so badly that you didn't appreciate the people trying to help you. You had just about enough time to catch Lydia up on everything that had been going on before the other two arrived. “Y/n!” Kira beamed as she ran in and hugged you. You returned the smile and hug. Malia walked in with a huge grin, which soon dropped after she smelt how upset you were. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked bluntly as she pulled you into a hug, it was her own way of showing concern. “You still love him, don’t you?” she asked uncharacteristically sympathetically. You simply dropped your head and nod. “I’m sick and tired of feeling like this” you claimed, your voice shaky and cracked. “I know it feels like the end of the world now, but trust me you’ll move on. But first you need to learn to have fun again” Lydia said, placing her hand on your shoulder. “I don’t need to have fun, I need to forget about Liam” you retort. “You should speak to him” Malia suggested, causing you and Lydia to stare blankly at her. “Absolutely not” you shook your head. “You should, maybe you need closure after how it all ended. Maybe after than you can finally move on” Kira agreed. “Not in a million years” you retaliated and Lydia agreed.

“I cant do this” you mumbled pacing back and forth. “You can and you’re going to” Malia stated. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Scott asked. You couldn’t answer, you wanted to but had no idea how to fabricate the thoughts in your mind. You couldn’t even answer Scott, how the hell was you supposed to handle Liam? “I feel sick” you wined. “Its now or never” Stiles agreed. Stiles was like a supportive big brother, he wasn’t fond of you and Liam dating in the first place and he just wished you’d get over it, so things could go back to how they used to be between you all. You couldn’t help but feel like you were the sole cause of the drift between you all, your stupid teenage hormones and mixed feelings had to ruin everything. “Here goes nothing” you breathed out, before heading off. “Where is she going?” Lydia asked as she joined with the others. “To find Liam” Kira answered. “You’re kidding!” Lydia raised her voice unintentionally. “We all agreed it was the best thing for her to do” Stiles tried to diffuse. “If she gets hurt, it’s on all of you” she exclaimed, before slamming her books on the table and sitting down with a sulk.

You turned the corner, between the two school busses, the place Liam first asked you out on a date. He was all sweaty from his Lacrosse game and you were starry eyed from watching him play with the rest of the pack. That sentimental place was now where Liam and Hayden make out between classes and to no surprise, there the two of them were, shoving their tongues down each other’s throats. It took Liam no more than a second to smell your familiar smell and hear your heart beating at an unnatural speed in your chest. When they pulled apart, Hayden had that giddy smile on her face but Liam’s was firm and regretful. Her smile dropped when she realised you standing there, with an awkward look and sad eyes. “I’ll catch up with you later” he mumbled. “Are you sure?” she asked, as if it was the most traumatic thing for him. You didn’t mean to roll your eyes or for her to see you do it. “I’ll catch up” he repeated, after smelling the anger radiate from her. She reluctantly trailed off, after giving you a disapproving look. Hayden wasn’t a bad person, you two just put the barriers up for each other, before giving friendship a chance. You weren’t jealous of her, you just felt stupid for introducing her to Liam, for them to drop you and start dating each other. You walked over nervously, while he stood there biting his lip and not looking at you. “Hey” you said, attempting to break the ice. He gave a small nod, the guilt cutting his vocal cords. You had been waiting for this moment and the time had finally come, and the first thing you chose to say was hey? How pathetic. “I’m not here to beg for an apology or because I’m clinging on to the last shred of hope that we will get back together. In fact, I’m not entirely sure why I’m here. I guess I just need closure for everything that happened” you admitted, which felt so good to say. “Uhm sure, what did you want to know?” he rubbed the back of his neck, he had never been good in awkward situations, but he owed it to you to at least try more than that. “Why did you leave me?” you leant your back against the school bus because your legs suddenly felt weak. “Y/n, come on” he mumbled, he had been avoiding that question for months. “Just tell me, you know yourself you cant cause me anymore emotional pain than you are right now” you said, which sounded more careless than you felt. “I’m not doing this” he exclaimed, holding his hands up in defeat before beginning to walk away. “That’s it Liam, do what you always do and walk away. Its all you’re ever good at” you shouted after him bitterly. He paused for a second, before turning back around to face you for the first time. “I left because I didn’t love you anymore” he shouted without thinking. He winced after hearing your heart break, it sounded like your ribs had snapped in two, but on the surface you looked like any other heart broken teenager. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it-” he began saying, feeling like a complete asshole. “You did mean it, behind every angry outbreak there’s truth. I cant believe I feel like this, for loosing someone who was never really mine” salty tears were already pouring down your face, which you could taste after every word you said. He stared at you blankly, he had no idea he could have done this to someone he had sworn to love and protect forever. “The truth is I should never of cared. But I did care. I cared a lot. And I still fucking care” you wiped the tears with your sleeve, no longer trying to scan his features for signs of remorse. To move on, you needed to put yourself first and stop wishing he would care as much for you as you did for him. “I am so sorry Y/n” he said, tears even welling in his eyes. You used to be best friends before all of this and now look at the pair of you. “Talking to you, brings back so many memories I’ve been trying to forget and I realise now. I realise that I cant let go of them- but I can take that and move on. There’s no point pretending I’m not hurt because I am but maybe that’s what I need” you rambled. “I don’t understand-” he said, confused by your sudden thought. “Someday this pain will be useful and Brett’s right, I need to stop feeling sorry for myself. The truth is, I came here hoping to leave with a friendship because I cant let you go and maybe one day we will have that, but for now all I’m going to say is- goodbye Liam” it killed you, but it was liberating getting that off your chest. “What do you mean goodbye?” he asked, he too feared loosing you even though he didn’t show it. You slowly exhaled and cracked a genuine smile for the first time in months. You gave him a sincere pat on the chest before walking away. You weren’t saying goodbye to him, but the memory of what it was. By no means did you get the closer you wanted, but you now knew what you needed to do.

Two Months Later

Moving on, the newest chapter in your life. There’s no point in pretending that life is now suddenly filled with rainbows and sunshine, it was hard but as time goes on your heart slowly mends itself. There were some nights were you cried and screamed so hard your body ached and you had to cover your mouth to stop anyone from hearing and there were some were you were happy, for yourself and for Liam. You still thought about him, but in a different way. You missed him but you no longer craved his attention. He taught you why storms were named after people, for the way they can destroy you so easily but also for the beauty of letting them in. You no longer woke up with a dry throat from crying or with a never ending headache but with a smile on your face. You survived heartbreak, one of the deadliest feelings someone can experience and you were proud of that. It may not seem like much to some people but you were beginning to conquer something you never thought you could.

You picked up your coffee and slipped on your shoes as you exited the house for school. You climbed into the car with a radiating happiness. “Someone’s in a good mood” Brett laughed as he pulled off your drive. “Who wouldn’t be happy on a Monday morning at 8am?” you joked. “I’m glad you’re back, as in the real you and not the total antisocial loser you were being” he claimed, while taking a sneaky sip of your drink while you were looking out of the window. “You don’t even miss her, even a little bit?” you asked. “Not even remotely” he said, not long after he arrived outside of your school. You thanked him, as you did every morning and stepped out of the car. “When are you getting your own licence?” he said, pretending to look at his watch. “You’ll totally miss me when I get my own licence” you retort. “I will” he admitted. “See you later” you smiled, which he returned. You walked over and joined Scott, Lydia, Kira, Malia and Stiles at your usual bench in the morning. “I love your top, so cute” Lydia exclaimed, examining your outfit. “Thank you, cute dress” you returned as she stood up to give you a twirl of her outfit. You looked up to see Liam and Hayden walking hand in hand from across the pitch. You smiled and gave a small wave, which shocked Hayden but she returned genuinely, soon after. Liam gave you the look, to show his gratitude for how you were choosing to be. It wasn’t forced, it was natural. You were coming to terms with everything and you were looking forward for what was going to come next or who. Life felt so much better without the negativity you were clouding your vision with, You had the love and support of your friends and with that you could do anything.

Different to what I usually write, but did you guys like it? Let me know. Requests are closed for the meantime x