get me out of this hell hole called feelings

Hybrid!Jiyong [ Cat ]

Originally posted by jiyongs

▪ Annoying little shit
▪ Always curls his tail around your arm
▪ Ears generally laid back
▪ Gets shy about his ears, and tail
▪ Moody
▪ So moody
▪ Tad dumb
▪ Gets excited over the smallest things
▪ “Look how pretty” - him
▪ “Ji, that’s the same bird that comes around every morning.” - you
▪ He didn’t hear a word you said tbh
▪ He has his random ‘violent’ moments
▪ He’ll be sitting there
▪ Both of you doing nothing
▪ And, he’ll randomly comment;
▪ ‘I have a severe urge to start a fire.’
▪ ‘…Please don’t.’
▪ Jealous
▪ “I’ll be back later.’ - you
▪ ‘Where are you going?’
▪ ‘Out, with friends–’ - you
▪ He stays quiet for a few seconds
▪ ‘Guy friends?’
▪ ‘Yes, father. I have friends who happen to be male.’
▪ Nods and just settles on the couch
▪ Overthinks the whole time you’re gone
▪ Probably sniffles a bit to himself
▪ But, easily distracts himself at some point
▪ Takes care of your hungover ass
▪ Doesn’t talk to you, though
▪ Still bitter over you ‘going out with other guys’ instead of ‘spending time with your favorite person.’
▪ Can’t help but wonder if you don’t like him because of the cat pieces
▪ One day decides to hide his ears with a beanie
▪ Tail curled up to hide, as well
▪ Though, it doesn’t take long before it becomes uncomfortable
▪ One day, you notice he looks like he’s in pain
▪ ‘Ji?’
▪ ‘Hm?’
▪ ‘You okay?’
▪ He hesitates for a good three minutes
▪ Eventually just uncurls his tail
▪ Not without a whimper
▪ The kinked up appendage swaying behind him
▪ ‘Why’d you have it curled so long?’
▪ ‘And, you know your ears bother you if you have them tucked back too long.’
▪ You say, taking his hat off, and beginning to pay attention to his tail
▪ ‘I- didn’t think you liked them.’
▪ You are a bit dumbfounded
▪ ‘What? Why? If I didn’t like them, you wouldn’t be in my house-’
▪ ‘No n o, I mean…’
▪ He becomes awkward as shit
▪ ‘Are you hungry? Let’s go out for dinner.’
▪ Avoids the topic at all costs
▪ He’s a wild person
▪ He doesn’t need to be tied down
▪ He needs to just let it go and live freely
▪ Over time, he gets to the point of dealing with his ‘non existent’ feelings
▪ Until you show up with another man
▪ ‘Ji! This is Kyungil, I wanted you two to finally meet.’
▪ And, he snapped
▪ Hell no
▪ No one was allowed to hold your hand
▪ Or kiss you
▪ Or even breathe that close to you
▪ No one, but him
▪ He made this clear
▪ One night
▪ After you two had, had your weekly movie night
▪ And ended up in bed together
▪ You panicked
▪ He shut you up with a kiss
▪ ‘Stop yelling. It’s too early for that, shit.’
▪ You just kind of stare at him
▪ ‘I’m only saying this once. I love you, y/n, and, I’m not taking no for an answer.’
▪ With that, he curled his tail around your thigh
▪ And, cuddled back up to get some more sleep
▪ A month of contemplation
▪ Explanations
▪ Hell hole of feelings
▪ Literally a shit month
▪ You both finally settled down in this relationship-thing
▪ As he called it
▪ You didn’t exactly have a title
▪ But, if someone touched you
▪ He’d probably claw them to pieces

Originally posted by rudeboywonho

▪ Forehead kisses
▪ Temple kisses
▪ Hand in your back pocket
▪ Arm on your waist
▪ Tail curled around your limb
▪ Matching hair colors
▪ Clothes
▪ Tattoos
▪ Would literally buy you the world
▪ You are pampered
▪ His Queen
▪ Ironically, calls you his Kitten
▪ Insists that you pick out a collar for him
▪ ‘Why?’
▪ ‘So everyone knows to return me to you.’
▪ ‘Gag me-’
▪ You say, rolling your eyes
▪ You don’t miss the smirk, and eyebrow wiggle he offers
▪ Vanilla
▪ So vanilla
▪ Well unless he’s in a pissy mood

Originally posted by jeonvguk

Pro’s;
▪ You mean the world to him
▪ Your the only one allowed to touch his ears, and tail
▪ Is very gentle with you
▪ Does everything to make you smile
▪ Lets you do basically whatever you want
▪ ‘Hey, Ji- can I paint your nails?’
▪ He’ll gladly stretch his hands out to you
▪ ‘Can I dye your hair?’
▪ Moves to drop his head on your lap
▪ He’s your canvas
▪ Have at it
▪ He really does care for you
▪ Very deeply
▪ If you’re unhappy
▪ He’s unhappy
▪ He’s gotta do anything to make you happy
▪ God help them if anyone upsets you
▪ They might go missing
▪ Likes to - attempt - cook for you
▪ Always sets up little dates
▪ Keeping things spontaneous
▪ Fun
▪ If you have kids, he’d gladly watch them if you went out
▪ Oddly responsible for being basically a mental child

Originally posted by baeksee

Cons;
▪ Once again: m o o d y
▪ He’s a cat
▪ What did you expect
▪ Has a small drop of anger issues
▪ Jealousy
▪ Gets a bit cocky
▪ Like he’s God’s gift to the world
▪ He gets insecure
▪ Sometimes to the point you might fight
▪ Might nit-pick over tiny things
▪ Whines when you go hang out with others
▪ Needs a fair amount of attention
▪ Still has his panics about his ears and tail
▪ Might get annoying - depending on who you are and how you deal -
▪ You aren’t allowed to have a pet
▪ ‘But whhhhhhy?’
▪ ‘Am I not enough- I mean, I am a cat.’
▪ Likes to tear things up
▪ Like will literally sit and tear paper or something
▪ Just because he can

Originally posted by fantastic--babies

▪ He likes doing little things
▪ Painting on you
▪ Biting on you
▪ Just touching you
▪ Licks you a l o t
▪ Your neck is his canvas
▪ Hips, too
▪ Likes doodling on your arms
▪ Loves when you wear his clothes
▪ Likes to sing to you
▪ But
▪ He also thoroughly enjoys being on the other end of things
▪ When you cook for him
▪ Play games with him
▪ He really loves when you read to him
▪ Or just tell him stories
▪ Likes hearing your voice in general
▪ Forts
▪ He likes anything that is fun
▪ Adventurous
▪ But
▪ Would basically enjoy the Earth catching fire if he was with you.

Originally posted by nikaiv

In the end, Jiyong is your prince. He loves you, respects you, and wants to make sure you have the happiest life you can- whatever you want, need, want to go, want to do; he’s going to make it happen.


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Help Me Get The Girl part 11 (Grayson Mini-Series)

Description: Grayson seeks out your help to get your friend to fall for him.  In exchange for your help, Grayson promises to take care of your freshman brother when it comes to being bullied.  What you two didn’t know is that even though helping each other would ideally be beneficial, there would be a series of events that would make you two question whether this was a good deal or a disaster in the making.

Word Count: 2,909

Warnings: Language

A/N: Hey I didn’t take 5,000 years to update this time!  This part truly got redone at lease 15 times and I really don’t know how readers will react.  I hope it’s positive, but I also feel like it will frustrate people!

Also…. TUMBLR WOULDN’T LET ME POST THIS FOR THE LONGEST TIME


Your POV:

“Please grab the pillows, Y/n, I forgot them on the couch!” my mom shouted at me through the still open front door.  

I halted, turning on my heel to get the pillows, “Sweetie, can you also grab a water bottle?” my father asked.

Dropping the pillows back in the couch with a loud huff, I entered the kitchen to prepare a water bottle.  A week has passed and it was the day that Theo could come home and my parents insisted that we basically bring the house to him–only to bring him back to the house.  

Getting the water, gathering up the pillows again and picking up my almost forgotten cell phone, I exited our home, hooking my foot around the door to slam it shut behind me.  Jogging to the car, I smiled to myself knowing that Theo was finally going to come home with us.

After a lot of contemplating and conversations with him, my parents agreed to enroll Theo in online school for the remainder of high school.  He would still be able to see his friends Hank and Layla, both of which had visited him in the hospital everyday.  

A ten minute drive passed by slower than I would have liked, our car pulling into the hospital parking lot.  Too excited, I threw open the car door with a little too much force, nearly hitting the car next to us.  My mother threw me a threatening glare as I let out an uneasy chuckle, gently pushing the door shut till I heard a click.

My pace was at a jog by time I reached the hospital doors, the adrenaline rushing through me.  I ran past the nurses who were questioning where I needed to get to and busted into my brother’s room to find him standing with the doctor doing his final check.  He looked weak as he tried to hold himself up on his own.  But with the underlying pain in his eyes, I could see that he had a headache but was trying to hide it for me and my parent’s sake.

Noticing me in the doorway he sent me a smile, his hand doing a slight wave as it hung loosely next to his body.  My parents entered not too long after me and started to talk to the doctor about what they needed to ensure he heals as best as he can and help them get along with checking him out.

“Hey, bud.” I said as I gave him a side hug to avoid putting pressure on his bruised ribs.

He forced a laugh, “Hey.”

“How are you feeling?” I asked, knowing the answer already.

Letting out a heavy sigh he shrugged his shoulders, “I’m happy I don’t have to go back to school, but I also still feel like I’m going to continually be looking over my shoulder.”  He took the jacket that I had carried in from my arms and started to pull it on.

Helping him finish getting the jacket on I said, “If you’re looking over your shoulder you won’t know what’s ahead of you,” I gave him a soft pat, “No one’s going to touch you ever again.  That’s a promise.”

The whole way to the car and the whole way home, Theo managed to keep the conversation topic on everything and everyone but himself.  He was never one to want attention to be on him, so I know it was a struggle for him to be in the hospital with visitors coming in and out.  His room was basically a rotating door.  But, one thing that seemed to be a major focus for him was my love life.  Each question he asked me he made sure to ask in a whisper so my parents wouldn’t hear him.

“So, are you like… dating Ethan?” he whispered, his eyes focused on the rearview mirror, making sure our parents weren’t spying on us.

Faking a casual expression I asked, “What makes you ask that?”

“Each time you came to visit he was with you, he came and visited even when you weren’t there.  I just figured that you two had moved on to being more than friends.” he whispered back, leaning his head against the pillow he had placed on the headrest of the seat.

Leaning my head against the window I responded, “I’m dating anyone, Theo.  I’ll tell you if that ever changes.”


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After being suspended for a week I was finally returning to school and Ethan insisted that he escort me everywhere because according to him I “can’t ever get suspended again because it leaves him in the hell hole he calls school with assholes and Grayson.”

He made me feel like a prisoner sometimes, acting like I was going to jump Matt if I ever got out of his sight, but other times he acted like I was the president and he was my bodyguard.  Though, there were a couple positives that came out of breaking Matt’s nose.  First was that the very few times I saw him… I got pure satisfaction out of the bruising under his eyes and the thick bandaging on his nose.  The other perk was that Mr. Stephens who usually complained about me and Ethan’s interactions, didn’t even try to challenge us.

But there was one person who did challenge us.

Someone who hadn’t been a problem for us in weeks.

Corrin Pearson.

I could tell by the devious look in her eye that she was going to do something I wasn’t going to like.  Her hips swayed to her own made up rhythm as she strutted down the hall.  Her strawberry blonde hair was was styled in waves, bouncing with each step she took.

Her eyes raked over Ethan like he was a piece of meat.  It was clear that her obsession with him hadn’t subsided and I could feel a growl trying to push it’s way up my throat.

“Ethan.  Y/n.” she greeted as she came to a halt in front of us.

“Bitch.” I mock greeted in return, earning a bump on the shoulder from Ethan that said, ‘don’t start’.

She narrowed her eyes at me, “You’re always so lovely, Y/n.”

“Thanks, bitch.”

She grunted, “Anyways, Y/n, I just wanted to let you know that the next time you and Grayson have a romp in the janitor’s closet, you might want to be a bit more quiet.  Some of us don’t want to hear shit like that.  I’m surprised you two didn’t get caught.”

Truly caught off guard my eyes widened in shock, “Wait, what?”

“What is she talking about, Y/n?” Ethan asked, putting a couple of inches between the two of us.

“I don’t know!” I admitted, confusion laced in my voice.

“Come on, Y/n,” Corrin rolled her eyes, “It was pretty obvious last week when you walked out of the closet adjusting your t-shirt with Grayson exiting a couple minutes after you, fixing his hair.  I mean, I don’t like you one bit, but I will give credit where credit is due… Grayson’s a fine piece of ass, you did well.  Next time, just keep it down a little.”

With that she walked away with a satisfied smirk plastered on her face, giving me a wink as I watched her weave through the crowd.  Looking at Ethan I immediately felt a harsh sting in my chest seeing the look of pure, undeniable pain that he didn’t even attempt to mask.  I reached to touch his arm and reassure him that what she said wasn’t true, but when he leaned away I retracted my hand immediately.

“You had sex with my brother in the janitor’s closet?” he asked in disbelief.

“Ethan, no!” I said breathlessly.

He moved a hand through his hair, his eyes looking everywhere but at me, “I said I wouldn’t go down without a fight, but it seems like there was no fight to begin with.  I’ve already been defeated.”

My jaw dropped, “Ethan, she’s lying, I would never!  It’s Corrin!  You know she’s not telling the truth; she just wants us to fight!”

“I’m such an idiot.” he grumbled to himself.  “I’m such an idiot.” he repeated a bit louder before turning and slamming his fist into a locker.  When he pulled his hand back I could see how red they were and the locker had a newly made dent in it.

“Ethan,” I tried to speak again, but he had already decided that he wasn’t going to listen.

He turned back to me, “Did I even have a chance?” he shouted as he stepped a bit closer to me.  The hall became silent, all eyes now trained on us.  “Were you just going to continue to drag this out?”

I stepped forward, challenging him, “I didn’t have sex with Grayson, Ethan!  Why don’t you believe me?  We’re best friends; best friends are supposed to trust each other!”

“I can’t believe I was so stupid, thinking I was good enough for you.  I mean, look at you.  You’re beautiful, you’re the poster child of perfection!  It was always going to be Grayson; I didn’t even have a chance.” his voice weakened the longer he talked.

I shook my head, feeling the sting of my eyes trying to fight the tears, “I promise it didn’t happen, Ethan.  She’s lying.  Why are you choosing to believe her?”

“That’s something a bit hard to make up, Y/n.  So, fess up and tell me the truth!” Ethan snapped in a dominant tone that I had never heard him use.  It commanded attention and submission from me.  Quite frankly, it scared me.

My body trembling I whispered, “I’m telling the truth.”

“Truth about what?  What’s going on?” Grayson’s voice chimed in, his body approaching us.

“Awesome,” Ethan sarcastically drug out, “It’s the man of the hour.”

“What’s going on?” Grayson questioned with genuine curiosity.

Ethan turned to him, “You got the girl.”

He then began to walk away from the two of us, unbothered by the audience that had now gathered around us.  Instinctively I began to follow him, but I was unable to keep up the pace he was moving at.

“You promised me that you wouldn’t leave my side!  You said you would always be with me!” I screamed after him, but he ignored me and continued until he was out of my sight.

Hearing deep laughter to my right I snapped my head in the direction of Matt Morrison who was clearly entertained by the situation at hand.  His body was leaned against the lockers, arms folded across his chest.  With all of the rage I was feeling, I ran over to him and swung at him, but my fist barely brushed his nose as I was being drug back with Grayson’s arms wrapped around my torso.

“I’ll make sure that your penis nose never heals you little bitch!” I roared using all my strength to get out of Grayson’s hold.  “You’re lucky Grayson is here to save your ass again!  Next time, I’ll make sure I kick your ass all the way across the damn country!”

Grayson carried me all the way to my next class, shoved me into a desk, and left me there with no words.  Immediately I set my head against the desk, a lone tear running down my cheek with fear coursing through my veins, wondering if I had just lost my best friend.

I only lasted about 15 minutes into the class period before claiming to be sick and getting sent to the nurse’s office.  The tears from my sadness had contributed to my act and had convinced my teacher that I was truly ill.  Luckily, the nurse fell for my act as well and sent me home.

But, not even going home was going to make me feel better.


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After getting home I had fallen asleep on my bed, emotionally exhausted.  It wasn’t until three hours later that I woke up to a knock on my door.  Rubbing my eyes I sat up, “Yeah.” I hollered.

“You’ve got a visitor.” Theo’s voice sounded through the door.

“Ok, come in.” I groaned, grabbing a hair-band from my bedside table and pulling my hair up.

Through the door walked Grayson who had pity written across his face.  He quietly shut the door behind him, walking over to my bed and sitting down on the edge.

“Hey.” he murmured.

“Hi.” I replied in a similar tone.

“I think we need to talk.” he told me.  “Nothing about today, that’s not my worry, I want to talk about us.  Whether you think there is an us or not.”

“I think there’s a you and Grace.” I shot back at him, raising an eyebrow.

He shook his head, disagreeing, “There’s not.  I tried.  I thought it was what I wanted, but it wasn’t.  Each time she talked I kept wishing it was your voice I heard and I couldn’t even bring myself to kiss her.  We got close so many times, but I couldn’t do it.  I didn’t want the taste of her on my lips.  It just felt wrong.”

Blank faced, emotionally spent I replied, “Well, Grayson, it seems like you need to figure your shit out.”

“I have,” he moved closer, “I want you.  I want all you have to give.  I know what my brother feels for you and I know that you feel something for him as well, but you also feel something for me too, I know it.” it was like he was pleading for me to admit it.

“Grayson, there’s so much that…”

“I just can’t sit back though.  I’m willing to be selfish.  I want you all to myself!  You deserve much more than I’ve given you, I understand that and I admit my mistakes, but I’m willing to do anything to earn your trust.  I’d do anything for you!” he grabbed my hands.  “What you have made me feel is something that I didn’t think was real.  I always thought that I would have to learn to love someone, but with you it was impossible for it to be anything but natural.”

“But, you put all your focus on Grace.  It was always about Grace.” I reminded him, my voice sounding hoarse.

“It wasn’t about Grace.  It was about being around you!  The feelings that I was experiencing when I was around you were foreign to me.  I had never experienced anything like it.  All I knew what that whatever it was, I needed more of it.  You were always with Ethan!  It’s always been Y/n and Ethan.  I just wanted to be near you.  I tried with Grace, but it just wasn’t the same.  When Ethan told me about how you two almost hooked up not too long ago, I almost lost it.”

Tucking my lower lip in-between my teeth I looked him in the eyes and said, “Grayson, I so badly want to be able to tell you that I am as positive of my feelings as you are, but that would be a lie.”

“I’m in love with you.” he abruptly interrupted me.  “I don’t just love you; I’m in love with you.  I’m in love with your smile.  I’m in love with your eyes.  I’m in love with your humor.  I’m in love with your selflessness.  I’m 17 and that seems so young, but I’m not willing to sit back and watch you go on without at least letting you know. It needed to be said in its truest form so here it is.  Y/n Y/l/n, you are the most caring, endearing, genuine person I have ever met.  You are who I want and that will never change.  I’ve done and said some awful things and I know that I’ve really fucked up.  But you are worth all of the effort it will take to win you over.”

Holding up my hand I stopped him.  Not because I didn’t want to hear it and not because I had made up my mind already  I stopped him because I couldn’t take any more of this.  I couldn’t listen to both him and Ethan confess their love for me, while I couldn’t even say anything back.

“I so badly want to be able to say that I know what I want.  But, the deal is, maybe I don’t deserve either of you.” I started to explain.

“Y/n,”

“No, let me talk.  The pain I saw on Ethan’s face today, broke me.  He’s never looked at me like that.  Without even being with him, I hurt him to the point of possibly destroying our friendship.  And you… You’ve been having this internal battle over what to do and for what?  Some girl who’s split between you and your twin brother?  You both deserve so much more than that.”

Grayson stood up with a sigh of defeat, “I have to disagree.  But one thing I think we both can agree on whether you want to admit it or not is that you… you are closer to making a choice than you’re willing to say.  I’m not sure who it is, but I can tell by the look in your eyes that you are on the path of falling in love.”

He got to my bedroom door, opening it before turning back to me, “I just hope you’re falling in love with me.”

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Jealousy Complications

Pairing: Thomas x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 5409

Author’s Note: I finally decided to write Thomas again and I really like it. I think it’s absolutely adorable and I hope you guys like it as much as I do! Thanks to my babe @lovelydob for proofreading this for me:)


Originally posted by youarealwaysfirst


Being in the maze with a bunch of guys and one girl was awful, but one good thing came out of it. Thomas. He always made sure that I was okay and comfortable and made sure that I was safe. We had bonded closely while stuck in the maze. He was a runner. I was a med-jack. He would come by the tent every so often that I was on duty, deliberately hurting himself as an excuse to see me. I had not known of this at first until Newt had mentioned that he was basically a pro with a machete, growing confused on how he was still cutting himself.

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sunset (a reddie one shot)

summary: eddie and richie both have feelings for each other but don’t want to admit it.

pairing: reddie

words: 1.3k

warnings: idk nothing really

A/N: don’t ask me why i wrote this. i honestly don’t know. it’s the first thing i’ve ever written so if it sucks, oh well. read at your own risk of cringing. honestly.

It had been a little over a year since Pennywise had disappeared hopefully for good. The losers’ bond was closer than ever. Bev would visit her friends as much as she could while living with her aunt. Mike would also join them after school to hang out.  

Richie and Eddie had been friends forever. But after the whole Pennywise thing that no one dare brought up after the blood oath, the two boys had formed a bond with each other that went much deeper than before. They hung out whenever they could, even if it was against Mrs. Kaspbrak’s better judgement. They would both stay behind when all of the other losers left and talk into the wee hours of the night- at least for Eddie. His curfew was 9:00 at the latest. 

Richie stayed the same trashmouth he was before. Even in the midst of a growth spurt, he still managed to fit into those Hawaiian T-shirts of his. And how could we forget about his signature coke-bottle glasses that seemed to be falling down his face every day. If he ever lost them he would be blind as a bat. There actually was one time where Richie lost his glasses, and he was fumbling around the room pretending he could see. When he had just about had it he walked out the door just to find he had entered Eddie’s closet. Lets just say that wouldn’t be the last of Richie hearing about his little mistake.

Eddie also managed to stay mostly the same. He tried to cut down on the gazebos, but still needed his inhaler from time to time, even if he knew it was bullshit. Eddie hadn’t grown too much, so he could still fit into those tiny red shorts of his. Whether Richie admitted it out loud or not, every time he saw   Eddie’s legs in those tight shorts of his, Richie would loose his train of thought in an instant. 

Without even thinking first, he would find his eyes shifting to gaze at Eddie’s exposed legs. No matter how hard Richie tried to avoid what seemed to be a big temptation, he couldn’t resist. Eddie drove Richie insane, and Eddie didn’t even know it. That’s when Richie started to realize what he was trying to avoid otherwise. “No way,” he thought to himself, “I can’t have a crush on  my best friend,” he tried to convince himself. But oh, he had it bad. Ever since he let the thoughts into his mind, he wasn’t able to keep them away ever again. 

All he could ever think of now, was wondering what Eddie’s fingers would feel like intertwined with his own. What would his lips taste like after he sucked in that medicine of his? How would Eddie look lying next to him at 3:00am, both of their legs in a tangled mess with his arm draped over the other boy’s body? Yeah, he had it bad.

Eddie never realized Richie’s longing looks whenever he cracked up at a joke he was trying to hold in his laughter at. He never saw Richie’s face light up when he would enter a room. He never watched Richie’s eyes travel along his body late at night when they were both supposed to be looking at the stars. He had never realized how hard Richie had fallen for him- but to be fair, neither did Richie.

It was another normal September night for everyone. They all went to school, did their homework, and went to the quarry per usual. All the other losers had left about thirty minutes ago, leaving the two alone. They had dried off and started talking as they usually would after a long day of splashing around. They were lying on the grass and looking up at the sky. The sun had started to set about ten minutes ago, so they were looking up at the sunset. It wasn’t one of those beautiful movie moment sunsets with pink and orange, put it was pretty nonetheless. 

There was a comfortable silence that had settled between the two. Richie found his eyes avert from the sunset, and onto Eddie. His heart sped up as he watched the smaller boy’s hands come to his hair to run his fingers through it to smooth it out. I want your hands in my hair, Richie thought to himself. His cheeks started to turn pink, and his heartbeat quickened at the sudden idea. Little did he know that the boy next to him was also a nervous wreck.

Eddie spent his whole life being constantly annoyed by the foul-mouthed boy. Yet somehow, he still wanted to be around him all of the time. Wherever Richie was, Eddie stuck by his side. It’s what made Eddie feel safe. He felt like he could look and Richie’s eyes and feel like he was at home. He would never admit this though. If someone asked if he was even friends with the boy he would do an eye roll and reply with an agonized “yes”. But when he got a chance to look in Richie’s direction, he could barely manage to wipe away the love stricken smile that spread across his face, barely. 

Eddie would always retort to Richie’s vulgar comments with some witty comeback. He secretly made sure that Richie was okay after he would make fun of him. Eddie couldn’t help himself, it was his nature to care for others. That’s at least what he told himself at first. Then when Eddie started hanging around Richie more than the rest of the losers, becoming more accustomed to Richie’s comments. He just liked hanging around the boy. But he soon realized it was more than that. 

Mrs. Kaspbrak had grounded Eddie for something stupid again, like breaking curfew (even though it was probably only like 9:05 when he finally arrived home). He was in his room all day trying to keep his sanity. When it was finally about one in the afternoon, Richie had made his way to Eddie’s house. He started by throwing rocks at the window and it took a few minutes for Eddie to realize what the noise was coming from. 

He opened his window to find Richie outside looking at the ground for another rock to launch. Eddie smiled from ear to ear when he saw the boy standing outside his window, like some cheesy romance movie. He wanted to say something that would get his feelings out, but all he had managed to get across was a  “what the fuck are you doing!!!” to which Richie replied,

“I’m breaking you out Eds,” Richie had said with a gesturing motion for Eddie to come down.

“Um, no. First of all, I’m fucking grounded you idiot. And second, don’t call me Eds!“ 

Eddie finally obliged and they ended up going to the arcade. Eddie couldn’t thank him enough for helping him get out of that hell hole. In his head of course. He would never admit to Richie being right.

After that day, Eddie started realizing what his real feelings were for the boy with the trash mouth. Maybe Richie didn’t feel the same way, maybe he was only trying to be a good friend, but Eddie couldn’t help himself from falling a little bit more when Richie would do some small act or gesture towards him. Eddie smiled at the thought of Richie’s stupidity fondly. 

Eddie looked over to Richie wondering why the boy who usually never shut up had been so silent, only to find Richie staring right back at him through his bulky glasses. When Eddie almost caught Richie staring at him, he would usually peel his eyes away and cover it up with a cough, but for some reason he didn’t feel the need to this time. Both boys lay there silently, looking into each others eyes, not daring to say a word to ruin this precious moment.

This is a serious issue.

A few people were confused with what I mean. Don’t have sex unless you’re sure and feel comfortable with your partner. My point is that in this page Bella is implanting into the extremely impressionable and developing minds of thousands of fans that unless your parter is PERFECT, absolutely perfect, having sex isn’t possible. There is the aspect that Bella and Edward are destined to be together, in a way. The idea that when you love someone all you need is them, they make you feel your best. But that’s not what a relationship should be. It’s not what you bring out in me. It’s who you are, and who we are, together. It’s sweet and all that Edward loves Bella despite her faults, but Esward apparently doesn’t HAVE any faults, which makes no sense. I’m not saying a book has to be realistic. Hey, I’m the first to sign up to get out of this hell-hole we call the universe. But it has to be relatable. The only time I ever related to Bella in a real way was when Renesmee was born. The emotions she feels then are what I can imagine myself one day experiencing. Otherwise, it’s all insecurity and impractical nonsense. I’m sorry if I upset anyone. I’m not hating on Twilight, or Stephenie Meyers, at all. I’m expressing concern. I realize that I sound like a stuck up holier-than-thou. I’m not. I’m just very, very upset.

The plan was to just grab a few books, make her way home, and hole herself up in her room in a day or two after slowly getting used to the town. That plan, however, was shot to hell much in the same way her car was. After a few minutes of trying to start it and failing, Kate slid out of her car and approached the nearest person. 

“Excuse me?” she called out, getting close enough to tap them on the back. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be a bother, but would you mind helping me with my car?” 

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Celebrating Supernatural - 
23 Day Countdown Challenge
Day 19 - Episode 5
Theme - Dean Winchester's Journal

Now, I’ve done some weird shit in my life, but what I had to do to solve this case was just fucking ridiculous. Sammy had to use some freakin Eskimo mojo on me to turn me into a damn dog. And that’s not even the strangest thing that happened to me today.

Some dude was gonna try eat me so that he could eat my brother, and I just wasn’t gonna let that happen. I managed to call an entire pack of dogs to take this guy out. I called them and I stood there and I watched them tear that sad, sorry sonuvabitch apart. And yeah, it was fucking disgusting. But for a minute there.. I didn’t feel disgust, or anger, or fear. I just felt calm. 

I felt in control for the first time in… years. I had this pack of dogs answering my call, bending to my will, and destroying in my name. And that’s wrong. God, that’s so fucking wrong. But it felt.. Powerful. I felt powerful. 

You know, ever since then I’ve been thinking a lot about Sam and the demon blood – how it made him feel, how it changed him. How - no matter how much I didn’t want to see it - it turned him into a monster. I thought about trying to talk to him about it, but he’d just know something was wrong. And I can’t tell him about this. I can’t tell my little brother that something is wrong with me. I can’t tell him that his spell, becoming a freaking animal, shut out all that goddamned screaming for the first time in weeks. I controlled it. There was just one sound, calling me toward something, trying to pull something out of me. And for a minute there, watching that bastard get torn to shreds, I let it have me. Just for a second. And I am so fucked.

This a lot like Hell. I remember this. The screaming, the noise, the call, the desire to just give in. I’ve lived this. And it left this hole in me that I thought was just empty, a hole that I’ve been trying to fill in for years. Sam, Cas, Bobby, Kevin, Charlie.. it’s just always there, demanding more from me. But there’s something else in there now. That spell wore off, but I still feel it. That animal. It’s in me. And it wants me. And I don’t know how I’m supposed to block something out that actually fucking makes me feel alive.

What the hell am I supposed do?

On to Episode 6
Back to Episode 4

“It meant nothing to you?”

Calum:

I was currently sitting at my desk in my bedroom, trying to get some of my chemistry homework done.

I sighed heavily out of frustration, slamming my pencil down on the desk and getting up from my chair to get a glass of water.

I lazily jogged down the stairs and into the kitchen, taking a glass from one of the cabinets and filling it with water.

Just as I was walking up the stairs and down the hallway, I heard the faint sound of my phone ringing from my room, where I left it on charge.

I rushed into my room, placing my glass on the desk and grabbing my phone, pulling the charger out. I looked down at my phone screen, seeing my best friend, Calum’s name across it. I answered the call, bringing the phone to my ear.

“Hey Cal,” I greeted him as I sat down in my chair.

“I can’t belive you,” he voice came through slightly muffled, due to my signal being shitty, like always. He sounded upset, almost mad.

“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice laced with confusion. “What exactly did I do?”

“Don’t,” he warned, his tone hard and cold.

“Don’t what?” I questioned, growing more and more confused.

“You know what you did,” he said, raising his voice.

“Calum, calm down,” I quietly said.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he spat.

“Okay, sorry,” I sighed. “Sorry.”

“So, Logan Cooper, huh?” His voice was filled with anger as he spoke.

A few weeks back, Logan Cooper, the star quarterback of the school’s football team asked me on a date to the amusement park. I happily agreed to go, not even giving it much thought.

Just as I had expected, I had a blast at the amusement park with Logan.

When I got home that night I couldn’t stop smiling. All I could think about was my amazing date with Logan.

Three dates later, Logan asked me to be his girlfriend. Of course I said yes, how couldn’t I? I’ve had a crush on this guy since, like, 6th grade.

When I agreed to be Logan’s girlfriend, I hadn’t even thought of Calum.

Or that intimate kiss we shared a while back.

“How did you find out we were dating?” I asked, my voice quiet. Calum and I didn’t go to the same school, so I was confused as to why he even knew about my relationship with Logan. I wasn’t trying to hide my relationship with Logan from Calum. Let’s just say… I intentionally kept the news from him. Can you blame me? Calum hates it when I interact with guys in any way. I don’t know why, he just does.

“Michael told me,” Calum said, as if it was obvious.

“Well, how does Michael know?” I questioned.

“He goes to your school, remember?” Calum said, a hint of annoyance in his tone.

“Oh, that’s right, he does,” I said, mostly to myself.

“You know, I should’ve known this would happen,” Calum said. He didn’t sound angry anymore, but he still sounded upset. He didn’t sound like the chirpy, happy Calum I was used to.

“So what I’m dating him?” I asked. “You know I’ve liked this guy for the longest time.”

“If you were planning on getting with him why did you fucking kiss me then?” He snapped. “Is this all a game to you? Leading me on, making me believe that we could be more than friends, then getting with another guy? A complete asshole, might I add.”

“He’s not an asshole, you don’t even know him,” I stated.

“I’ve heard things about him, Y/N,” Calum said. “And let me tell you, they weren’t good things. He isn’t who you think he is. It’s all just pretend. He’s an ass.”

“Why are you so upset about this?” I harshly asked.

“That kiss meant nothing to you?” He asked me, ignoring my question.

I stayed quiet, not entirely sure how to answer him, or if I should even answer him at all.

“That’s what I thought,” he muttered.

“Calum-”

Before I could say anything, he hung up. I called him back, but just as I predicted, he didn’t answer. I tried to call him a few more times, but without any success. He simply refused to answer my calls.

I opened my messages, tapping on Calum’s name. I started typing a message to him, stopping every few seconds to think about what to say. I was a loss for words.

After a few minutes, I was finally done.

Y/N: Answer your phone please, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I really don’t want to lose you as my best friend. Please answer me, I can’t take this silent treatment anymore, I’m really sorry

I hit the ‘send’ button, locking my phone and setting it down on the desk.

I noticed the glass of water on my desk, still full as I haven’t even taken a sip of it.

I reached for the glass, bringing it to my mouth and taking a big gulp of water.

I almost spit the water all over my desk when I heard the familiar tune from my phone, signaling that I had a new text.

I practically slammed my glass on the desk, accidentally spilling some of the water onto my chemistry book, but I couldn’t care less at that moment.

I hurriedly reached for my phone, quickly unlocking it and going to my messages. A wave of sadness and disappointment washed over me as I read the text from Calum.

Leave me alone, I don’t ever want to see you or talk to you again, why don’t you go to your little fuckboy instead

I started furiously typing away at my phone, determined to win back my best friend.

Y/N: Please I’m so sorry

Y/N: Don’t do this

Y/N: We can fix this, please just don’t ignore me

Y/N: Calum

Y/N: I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Calum. I realise now how much I had hurt you. I’m truly sorry, I didn’t mean to

Y/N: I hope you can forgive me one day

I decided to give up and call it a night. I tossed my phone onto my desk and got up, walking over to my bed, dragging my feet.

I got under the covers, not even caring about the fact that I was still wearing my normal clothes. I just wanted to sleep and forget about everything that just happened.

‘Maybe if I wake up tomorrow morning, everything would be okay again I told myself, even though I knew it wouldn’t.


Ashton:

I walked through the school gates, sighing as I repositioned my bag on my shoulder.

I wasn’t really in the mood for today, but my mom refused to let me stay home.

I made my way through the hordes of people, pushing through the doors of the building and walking down the long corridor to my locker.

I was surprised when I didn’t find Ashton, my best friend, waiting for me at my locker like he usually is. He would text me to tell me if he was running late or wasn’t coming to school.

I fished for my phone in my bag, pulling it out and texting Ashton asking him where he was. He didn’t answer, and I was getting rather nervous. Where was he?

I spotted his group of friends a few feet away from me. I decided to go ask them where Ashton was. They would know what’s going on with Ashton, right?

“Hey guys,” I shyly said as I approached them. I’ve never really talked to his friends before, so this was kind of awkward.

“Hey Y/N, what’s up,” one of them greeted me with a smile. I knew his friends were Luke, Michael and Calum, but I didn’t know which was which.

“Uhm, have you guys heard anything from Ashton? I can’t seem to get a hold of him,” I explained.

“He texted me a few minutes ago,” the other one with the blonde hair spoke quietly.

“He did? What did he say?” I questioned. Why was Ashton texting his friends but not me?

“He said he’s not coming to school today,” the blonde boy told me.

“Oh, I wonder why,” I thought out loud.

“He told me he’s not feeling good,” the one with the red coloured hair said.

“Yeah, he said that to me as well,” the brown haired boy spoke up.

“Okay, thanks. Sorry for bothering you guys,” I chuckled. “I gotta get going, bye.”

Just as I said that, the bell rang. I sighed, wishing I could just go home and sleep. But I still had a whole 6 hours to get through in this hell hole people call school.

The day went by painfully slow, and all I could think of was why Ashton was ignoring me. I couldn’t help but get the feeling that he’s not really sick. I had to do something that caused Ashton to ignore me, but I simply couldn’t think of anything.

After what felt like forever, the bell rang, signaling the end of the last period. I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder, walking out of the classroom.

After a quick stop at my locker, I was out of the school and on my way to Ashton’s house. He only lived two blocks from the school, so I would be there in no time.

I knocked on the front door, waiting for someone to answer it.

“Hello, Y/N,” Ashton’s mom greeted me with a warm smile.

“Hi, Mrs Irwin,” I smiled.

“You’re probably looking for Ashton, he’s up in his room. Says he’s not feeling well,” she explained, holding the door wide open, gesturing for me to come in.

I stepped inside the cozy home, thanking Mrs Irwin for letting me in and following the familliar path to Ashton’s bedroom.

Up the stairs, down the hall, the second last room on the right.

I softly knocked on the door, getting no answer. I knocked on the door for a second time, a little harder.

Still no answer.

I knocked for a third time, finally getting a response from him. It wasn’t a good one, though.

“Go away, mom, I told you I’m not feeling good,” I heard his voice, muffled by the piece of wood that was separating us.

“Ashton, it’s me, Y/N,” I called.

“Go away,” he bluntly said.

“Ashton, come on,” I sighed.

No answer.

I decided to go in, whether he liked it or not.

I opened the door slowly, stepping in and closing it again.

“Hi,” I softly said.

“Hey,” he said, his voice emotionless. I couldn’t see his face as it was buried beneath all the pillows and sheets on his messy bed.

I walked over to his bed and sat down next to him awkwardly.

“What’s up with you?” I finally spoke.

“I’m not feeling good, that’s all. I’m still alive and breathing,” he mumbled. “There, now you know I’m fine, you can go now.”

“Geez, someone had a nice big bowl of bitch flakes this morning,” I sarcastically said.

“Ha ha, you’re so funny,” he fake laughed. He turned on his side, his back facing me. He pulled the covers further over his head.

“Ashton,” I warned.

“What?”

“Look at me,” I said sternly.

He flipped over, pulling the covers down and looking at me with absolutely no emotion on his face.

“Yes?” He asked, his voice sounding irritated. “Make this quick, I don’t feel very good and I want to sleep.”

I knew he wasn’t really sick. Something else was wrong, but I had absolutely no idea what, and Ashton wasn’t being very helpful either.

I let out a sigh, deciding to play his little game.

“Do I need to ask your mom for some medicine for you, or…” I trailed off.

“Medicine won’t help for a broken heart,” he muttered.

“What?” I questioned. I was confused, Ashton was confusing me.

“I should hate you,” he quietly said.

“Wha-why? I’m confused, Ashton,” I said, frowning.

“I went to the mall yesterday,” he said, looking at the ceiling. “I actually saw you.”

“Oh, you did?” I raised my eyebrows. I did go to the mall yesterday. I went with this guy that I’ve been talking to. He asked me if I wanted to go and I thought, why the hell not.

“Yeah, I did,” he laughed, but it was a fake, sarcastic kind of laugh.

“I didn’t see you, though,” I told him.

“Yeah, I didn’t think you would,” he said. “You were, uh, busy.

“Busy?” I questioned.

“Yeah. You wouldn’t have seen me because you were too busy sucking faces with some guy,” he said, glaring at me.

“O-Oh, that,” I laughed nervously. “That was nothing.”

“Yeah, that’s what you probably thought about our kiss too, huh?” He harshly spoke. “Do you even remember that you kissed me a few weeks ago? Or did it mean nothing to you at all?”

“Ashton-”

“You know what? No,” he said. “No, just-just get out.”

“Don’t be like this,” I quietly spoke.

“I can’t believe I kissed you when I knew you would do this,” he spat.

“I didn’t mean to-”

“Get out,” he bluntly said, not even looking at me.

“Ash, don’t-”

“Don’t call me that, first of all, and second, get out,” he snapped.

“Just let me-”

“I said get out!” He shouted. “Go!”

I gave him one last look before turning around and rushing out, already feeling the tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.

I hurriedly stumbled down the stairs and out of the front door, mumbling a quick goodbye to Ashton’s mom.

When I got home, I went straight up to my room, not even bothering to greet my mom. I slammed my door shut and went to my bed, falling down on it and burying my face on my pillows, letting it all out.


Michael:

It was a Saturday and I was home alone. I knew nobody would be home for another few hours, so I decided to have my new boyfriend come over. We’ve known each other for a while now, being partners in science and having done a project in english with him before. When he asked me to be his girlfriend a few days ago, I didn’t hesitate to say yes, because I’ve always had a little crush on him.

Now here we were, in my room, on my bed, full on making out, his hands roaming my body, my hands in his hair.

But, of course, we were interrupted by my bedroom door abruptly swinging open. I pushed him off me, fearing that it was one of my parents standing at the door, only to find it was my best friend, Michael.

A plastic grocery bag was dangling from his one hand, and he held something that looked like a DVD in the other.

I was relieved to see it was only Michael and not one of my parents, but also annoyed as he had interrupted my great make out session.

“Michael, what the fuck?” I questioned, my voice laced with annoyance.

He glared at the two of us for a few seconds before turning on his heels and storming out. I jumped up and followed him, stopping him at the stairs and pulling him into the guest room next to the staircase.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I whisper shouted.

“Oh, I’m so fucking sorry for trying to surprise you with some of your favourite snacks and that movie you’ve been wanting to see for the longest time,” he muttered.

“Thank you, that’s very nice if you, but your timing kinda sucks,” I sighed.
He just stared down at his feet, not bothering to say anything else.

“How did you even get in?” I asked, wondering how he got in. “Because the front door was locked, I made sure of it.”

“Your back door was unlocked,” he told me, looking up at me.

“Oh,” I nodded, not knowing what else to say.

“You’re unbelievable,” he suddenly said.

“Why am I unbelievable? You’re the one who came into my home uninvited and interrupted me and my boyfriend,” I harshly spoke, raising my voice.

“Oh, so that prick is your boyfriend now?” Michael scoffed, looking at the ceiling.

“Yeah, he is,” I shrugged.

He looked away from me, muttering something about having to go before he turned around and started walking away from me.

I grabbed him by his wrist, pulling him back towards me.

“What the fuck do you want?” He snapped, yanking his hand away.

“Why are you so upset about this?” I asked.

“Why am I upset?” He repeated. “ Let me tell you why. I’m upset because I have to watch the girl I love with some other asshole. That’s why.”

“W-What?” I stuttered.

“You think that kiss meant absolutely nothing to me? I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. But obviously it meant nothing to you,” he scoffs. “I can’t pretend that didn’t happen, Y/N, it happened, and ever since that night, I couldn’t get you out of my head.”

“Michael…”

“I know,” he sighed. “It meant nothing to you. I get it. I’m a fucking idiot for thinking I had a chance with you. You’re way out of my league, I should have known it wouldn’t happen.”

He shoved the grocery bag along with the DVD into my arms, looking down and sniffing once.

“Michael-”

“Just forget about it, Y/N. Actually, forget about this,” he says, gesturing between the two of us with his hand. “I’m done with you. Enjoy fucking your little boy toy.”

And with that he turns around and leaves.

“Michael, wait-”

He was already out of the room and down the stairs before I could say anything else.

I stood in the middle of the room, trying to process what just happened.

I decided to forget about it for now and go back to Steve, my boyfriend, who was still waiting in my bedroom.

I walked through the door, seeing Steve pulling his shoes on, already wearing his jacket which he had taken off when he entered my room earlier.

“Oh, you’re leaving?” I asked him.

“Yeah, I am. Look Y/N,” he said as he stood up from my bed and walked over to me. He placed his hands on my shoulders, looking down at me. “I don’t think we’re gonna work out.”

“What? Why?” I asked, feeling a pang of sadness in my heart.

“I just think it’s better if we break up, see other people,” he told me.

I slowly nodded, stepping away from him and walking over to my bed, sitting down.

“Okay, if that’s what you want,” I mumbled. “Just make sure to leave through the back door, the front door is locked.”

“Thanks,” he said. He walked out of my room, stopping at the doorway and turning around. “Bye Y/N.”

“Bye,” I croaked, not even looking up at him.

He left the room, and I listened as his footsteps echoed through the silent house. I heard the back door open, then close.


Luke:

I was currently sprawled across my bed in my room, my phone in my hand as I scrolled through my twitter feed.

My phone vibrated, indicating I had a new text message. It was Luke who had texted me.

Luke: Nice

Y/N: What?

Luke: I can’t believe you

Y/N: Why? What did I do?

Luke: Stop acting fucking clueless Y/N you know exactly what you did

Y/N: Is this about Mason

Luke: Nooo not at all

Luke: Of course it is

Y/N: Well what’s your problem? I don’t see what I did wrong

Luke: What’s my problem? My problem is that you lead me on then run off to some other asshole. That’s my problem Y/N

Y/N: Luke…

Luke: That kiss meant nothing to you?

Y/N: It was a mistake and you know it

Luke: Maybe it was a mistake, but it was the best mistake I’ve ever made in my whole life

Luke: But it meant nothing to you anyway so I don’t know why I even thought I might have a chance with you, I’m obviously not good enough, I’m just the stupid loser who fell in love with his best friend

Y/N: You’re not a stupid loser

Y/N: I care a lot about you luke

Luke: Thats such bullshit and you know it

Y/N: It’s not, I do care about you

Luke: Yeah?

Y/N: Yes…

Luke: You have a funny way of showing it

Y/N: I’m sorry

Luke: No

Luke: Don’t fucking talk to me ever again

Y/N: Luke don’t do this

Luke: Fuck you

Y/N: Luke, come on

Then he doesn’t reply again.

I tried calling him, but of course he didn’t answer. What was I expecting, anyway?

I sighed in frustration and dropped my phone next to me on the bed as I fell back on my bed, running my hands over my face.

“What have I done?” I mumbled to myself.

~

Part 2 coming sooooon ok bye

Lipstick Stains, Part 4: I May Just Disappear

Summary: You always hear stories about the bad boy dragging the innocent girl into a dark but beautiful world, so what if this time, the roles are reversed?
Dean Winchester is the new junior at Lawrence High, a texan boy with a huge heart and a slight southern drawl.
Y/N Y/L/N is the girl who’s lived in Lawence and gotten into trouble her whole life.
She leaves prints on his neck and a mark on his heart, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing.

Word Count: 1k+

Song: Phoria - Saving Us A Riot

Warnings: Smoking, homophobic slur, stereotyping, etc.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three


You and Dean were sitting outside on the bleachers, Dean telling his parents that he would wait for Sam to finish soccer practice and walk him home. Since you had nothing better to do with your time, you sat beside Dean, your legs in his lap with your back against the side bars as Dean looked through assignments.

“Hey, Y/N?” he spoke up, you averting your gaze from the gloomy sky to his face.

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