god i hope its as good as it looks

3

“So stop making that face at me…”

ARIES: I heard that somebody with icicles in their chest once told you that spring was only for people that know how to be wanted but they were lying. Hardly anybody takes care of honesty the way that you do and somehow that’s still a surprise. Take the weight of your insecurities and lay them to rest underneath a gravestone. When wildflowers grow from what you buried don’t bother to pick them. They’ll always be there. Don’t you know what it’s like to come back to things? 

TAURUS: The peach pit on your dresser has been sitting there for years and it’s okay that you can’t throw it out yet. Okay that you can’t put it back into the fruit and unbite all of the soft and the sweet and the “maybe this time it’ll be different” that leaked out onto your fingers on the nights that your teeth feel too used to be desired. Wash your sheets and dry them outside. Lay underneath the clothes line and listen. Unclench your fists. Rewrite the grocery list.

GEMINI: It isn’t your fault that not everyone can swallow the parts of you that have sharp edges. You’ve been spending too much time forcing yourself down the linen aisle when you should be finding the nearest comic book store. There’s a reason superman is nicknamed “man of steel” and you deserve all of the iron-throated hearts that you can find. Invest in a metal detector. Don’t be ashamed of what you find.

CANCER: The way you bare your chest to the world is terribly brave and I don’t want you to continue feeling responsible for the people you’ve kissed that have taken advantage of that. Skin-deep damage does not make you unlovable, it gives you new perspectives. Don’t apologize for the ways you have tried to survive this. You’re better than the fires you’ve walked through and the storms you’ve caused. Suck on a peppermint until it loses its flavor. Name the taste after your last heartbreak. Now spit it out.

LEO: Your chest caves in whenever you think about the past and nobody’s ever told you that everything is temporary. Well, honey, I have some news for you. Start checking the mailbox again before the neighbors start to worry. People still want to stain paper with your name and martyring yourself over words is something you’ve become too talented at. Take a break, now and again. Burn the television set if that’s what it takes. Air out the smoke and look into a mirror, admire how powerful you seem as you step out of the haze of what’s gone.

VIRGO: Oh, baby, you’ve made mistakes and you’ve drained the bottles but you’re not the only one who’s felt like this. I know that it’s hard to let yourself feel these things but you have to try, you have to let the light in. It’s so dark in the room you’ve been using to store your regrets and your pallor has become a reflection of the ghosts you’ve been taking orders from. You were made for the sun. Let it kiss you without repercussion. Allow yourself to kiss it back.

LIBRA: So maybe you dropped too many pennies down the wishing well and now your wallet is nothing more than negative space. So maybe you forgot who gave you that good advice that one time and you’re still beating yourself up over it. Go ahead, admit to your faults. Set a place for them at the table and scold them for being late. Eat their portion and kick them out. Being familiar with every side to your geometric personality is not something to be ashamed of. Remember the angles, and keep moving. People like you are not meant to stand still.

SCORPIO: I think that your ears were made for listening to things that break. The shattering of a vase. The cracking of a heart. Does it ever get exhausting to be so awfully aware of how things sound when they forget to function? Nobody expects you to take every smashed hope and piece it together on your own. You are not a bottle of glue no matter how much you feel disaster sticks to you. I promise. You don’t have to carry that toolbox around, anymore. It looks heavy. Set it down.

SAGITTARIUS: You have your father’s mouth and consequently have dreams where you’re ripping it from your face. Somebody told you once that you were inadequate and now there’s a bruise on your ego and you can’t seem to stop touching it. Why are you so obsessed with how long it takes to heal? Why are you so afraid of letting people see you cry? Take off your armor and let your skin breathe. There’s still time to be okay with the idea of loss. You’re not too late. You’re not too late.

CAPRICORN: Stop using the word pathetic whenever anybody asks you to describe yourself. The people that hold you accountable for the abuse you’ve endured are the ones that turn away whenever they see it. You don’t need them, you never did. Can you feel that prickling sensation running up your arms? It’s tomorrow knocking and it wants to show you something beautiful. Let it. You’ve handled tragedy, surely you can handle tenderness.

AQUARIUS: You’ve been fucked over so many times it’s hard not to see yourself as a hotel room on the outskirts of town. Dark red bedsheets and rusty doorknobs and a lampshade that hasn’t been touched in a decade or two, this is where you lie and try to erase the memories from your naked body. You don’t want to belong to anybody almost as much as you don’t want people to believe they’ve changed you. They haven’t, you know that right? No matter how many people hike up mount everest it’s still a mountain. It’s still bigger than what’s stepping on it. It still keeps its name.

PISCES: You’ve become so good at sacrificing yourself for the possibility of something worthwhile that your body looks more like an altar than an assortment of bones. If this is your church I hope that your god looks like your nine year old face whenever somebody asked what you wanted to be when you grew up. I hope your prayer sounds like an exhale and that your choir sings in harmony and that every donation tastes like honey. Don’t forget to bow your head every once in a while. Remind yourself of your feet. Of how fast you’re able to run.

—  APRIL HOROSCOPES, 2/30, Caitlin Conlon
Stuff My Dad Said During Hamilton (Act 1)
  • Hamilton: Is this that musical that has made you obsessed with dead people?
  • Aaron Burr, Sir: If someone started rhyming my name I would leave. It's so annoying.
  • My Shot: Okay they asked who he was - this - this is not the answer to their question. Oh wait now he's spelling his name - YOU KNOW IN THIS TIME MANY PEOPLE WERE ILLITERATE!
  • The Story Of Tonight: Okay so here's drunk dudes being pals and so not flirting with each other.
  • The Schuyler Sisters: AND PEGGY IS MY NEW MOTTO!
  • Farmer Refuted: You said this was the High School Musical dude right? (Me: Yeah.) STICK TO THE STATUS QUO ALEXANDER!
  • You'll Be Back: Okay George whichever shut up and let America rebel. Rebellion is good - *turns to me* That being said ever start to rebel and you'll be grounded till you die.
  • Right Hand Man: Burr got BURR-NED! Get it? Cause Burr. Burrned. It's funny you're just being stupid.
  • A Winter's Ball: Didn't we already listen to - oh wait no this is different.
  • Helpless: Oh God I hope girls don't act like this. *I give him a confused/dirty look* I mean you should make a boy beg for you not fall at his knees. You should make him helpless.
  • Satisfied: This song is just....*exploding hand moves and noise*....Feelings.
  • The Story of Tonight (Reprise): Another drunk song. And the French dude. (Me: Lafayette) Okay well I'm gonna call him French Fry.
  • Wait For It: Did everyone cheat in this time?
  • Stay Alive: Fucking Charles Lee man. Who's Charles Lee?
  • Ten Duel Commandments: They keep saying "Most Disputes Die And No One Shoots" I feel like they're lying to me...
  • Meet Me Inside: Uh ph, Daddy Washington is mad.
  • That Would Be Enough: How do they know it's a boy? I don't think they had ways to tell in this time.
  • Guns And Ships: Rap off. This dude (Me: Daveed) Yeah him, versus like, Eminem, Jay-Z and...uh other rappers.
  • History Has Its Eyes on You: Okay this went from fun to deep...
  • Yorktown: You know we live an hour from this site...*Looks out window*...We should go and reinact this.
  • What Comes Next: Oh right. Georgey is still there. He can piss off.
  • Dear Theodosia: I feel one of them will die...just how everything is worded. AJ, do I get...feels in this?
  • Lauren's Interlude: Wait what the fuck...is he? Oh my God. Alex's boyfriend!
  • Non-Stop: This is too cheery for killing someone. I quit.

badboy!jungkook + the reality of us

Six years ago…


“I told you I hate that flavor.” He glared, swiping at your lips with his thumb until you were slapping his hands away because he was wiping it all off.

“Well when you start paying for my lip gloss I’ll take it into consideration.” You spat, licking at your lips anyway because they taste less like grape and more like Jungkook.

Jungkook glared down at the little black bag sitting in the cab of his truck, a muscle in his jaw ticking until he reneged, ripping open the glove compartment to shove it in ‘til it was out of eye sight. After a final curse he unlocked his phone.

Jungkook [6:01:45]: when I say 5:30 it doesn’t mean make me wait in your drive way for 30 goddamn minutes

Jungkook [6:05:34]: what the fuck are you doing up there

Jungkook [6:07:23]: one more minute and I’m leaving your ass here

Jungkook [6:10:12]: fuck right off

He had only just sent the text when your front door was flying open, your very flustered self sprinting down your driveway until you could yank open the door of his truck with a grin. He wanted to glare, do anything but return your stupid goo goo eyes but he couldn’t help himself.

Not when it’s been an entire month since he’s seen you last, save for through the small rectangular screen of his phone. Especially not when you had returned home from camp looking gorgeous and brown from the summer sun, nearly blinding with your own radiance. He hadn’t understood, even all this time the point of going to a stupid fucking cheer camp the summer before college started and you would end whatever little thing you and Jungkook had had for the past year for good. But you had patiently if but a little patronizingly explained to him that you wanted to keep in shape for the fall tryouts at your school.

You sure had kept your fucking word about that. Somehow your body looked even more delectable than when you had left, the smooth expanse of your back revealed in a tank top cut so low there was no way you could possibly be wearing a bra under that. The ripped and frayed state of your jeans and scuffed white converse proved to be much less scandalous than your shirt choice. However—

“You cut your hair.” Jungkook said lamely, stating the obvious.

Your only response was to turn back to him with a grin, before attempting to throw yourself on him over he middle console. He still caught you though, his firm grip around your waist betraying the sneer he was sporting—it only made you grin wider when you brought your lips together.

Jungkook’s eyes widen the slightest when an eager tongue swipes over his lips and your physically climbing over the middle console to get to him, his hands catch you around the waist and he’s suddenly just as invested in the kiss. His mouth is scalding on your own, lips sealed over yours in an almost feverish haze as though he’s trying to communicate just how much the distance affected him in a single kiss. Your touch is just as desperate though, reaching up his shirt to press against the smooth muscle there. It had been so long, you just needed to touch him, feel him, feel the familiar press of his erection—one that never failed to make an appearance in your presence.

And then he’s pulling away from you, hands clutching your face a safe distance from your own, “Your parents.”

He asks the logical questions because it appears you weren’t going to be the level headed one this time around. Still, you try and dive back in for another kiss, but his grip only tightens with a frown.

“Out of town.” You whimper, making another attempt to get closer to him. This time you succeed and Jungkook waits all of five seconds with his mouth against your own to pull away again.

“Then why the fuck,” he says between kisses and swipes of tongue, “are we hooking up in my truck?”

“We’re not.” You groan, pressing your core deeper against the zipper of his jeans, “We’re not fucking. I’m just… I just—”

“Will you stop grinding long enough to finish your goddamn sentence. Jesus Christ,” he curses when your head dips back, and a hiss slips through his teeth on a particular roll of your hips, “You act like.. l-like we’ve been apart a year instead of a month. Fuck baby, quit that.”

“Okay, okay I’m s-sorry.” You say on a shudder when his teeth nip roughly at your lower lip. You still can’t help but dip your head into the crook of his shoulder and inhale his scent, “I don’t do good with distance s-sorry. I missed you.”

“I couldn’t tell.” He replied dryly, sending you a cocky grin when you glare at him.

Your glare is gone just as quickly as it came though and your eyes flutter shut in defeat, or a pout, Jungkook could never be sure with you.

“I’m so wet.” You whined before exhaling with a shake of your head, “We are not fucking today.”

Jungkook snorts, “Are trying to convince me or yourself?”

“You,” you answer firmly before cocking your head to the side with a frown, “No me. Wait… both of us?”

Jungkook rolls his eyes but catches you by the scruff of the neck, gaze laser focused on your full lower lip before he’s dipping in for another kiss—it’s slower this time and reverberating a softness you weren’t aware Jeon Jungkook was capable of.

“You irritated the hell out of me for a month.” He glared, but he was hugging your waist, you cocked an eyebrow at his contradictory behavior. As though a switch had been flipped, his gaze narrowed to slits and he was cocking his head at you.

“What?” You sigh.

“How was camp?” He implored, but his words were laced with suspicion.

“It was good.” You shrug, “Actually I kind of miss it. I made a lot of friends there.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook asks stiffly, “Then why’d you bother coming back at all?”

“Don’t start.” You groan, hands going to cup his face and though his pouting was adorable it ruffled your feathers.

“And what about that nerd…. Taekyung? You two keeping in touch over break?” He sneers.

You let out a deep exhale at the mention of your companion—you and Jungkook had been getting along well, fucking great in fact, as though the distance had triggered something in the both of you and lit a fire under Jungkook’s ass. He would call almost everyday, text you when he was busy, it was almost… domestic of him. You had gotten too comfortable with the Jungkook that was caring in his own roundabout way that you forgot to be wary of the green eyed beast that lurked just beneath the surface of his cool exterior. He had asked for a selfie and you had tugged one of the girls in your squad, and a very discombobulated Taehyung into a picture after one of the more intense days at camp.

Safe to say, Jungkook didn’t appreciate it—your lack of clothing or Taehyung’s close proximity.

No. I haven’t been keeping in touch with him.” You snapped, “But how are you and Jennie, I saw you tagged in more than one of her pictures on Instagram. Is she doing well? Still sucking dick under the bleachers?”

“If she is its not fucking mine.” He bites out crudely, “Considering I’ve only had my dick in one uptight bitch for the past year and half. I haven’t even seen her since we fought on the phone for a fucking hour because of that stupid ass picture.”

“Good.”

“Great.”

“Yep.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose before matching Jungkook’s glare with intense scrutiny, “We’ve been together all of five minutes why are we fighting already?”

“It’s not a fight.” He spits.

“Then what the hell is it?” You scoff.

“A discussion, a very loud fuckin’ discussion.”

“Are we seriously fighting over whether or not we’re having a fight?” You exasperate, running a hand through your hair. You pin him with a look, “I came here to hang out with you. I… I haven’t even bothered to call anyone else because you were the first person I wanted to see. So could you stop being a dick long enough so we can go on a da….”

Jungkook raised a brow at you. The two of you had long since been toeing the line of domesticity and while you were both aware of it neither of you was willing to swallow their pride long enough to show all your cards.

Movie. Let’s go to that movie and then when we get back we can do something that you like.” You say with a teasing smile, going to straighten his the ties on his hoodie.

Jungkook sighs but lets you pull him in by his sweatshirt for another kiss, this one longer but less heated than the first. 


“God that blew.” Jungkook stretches and you roll your eyes at him.

“How would you know, you slept through the entire thing.” You snorted.

“Not the entire thing.” He smirks, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

“Right I forgot you woke up in the middle to finger me.” You scoff.

“As if you didn’t enjoy it.” He chides.

“I never said that.” You hum before shoving the popcorn at him, “Hold this, I have to pee.”

Jungkook grumbles something that sounds dangerously like an expletive and you don’t wait for him to agree, rushing to the restroom to relieve yourself.

It isn’t until your washing your hands that you remember the crumpled brown bag in your purse. Your hands flutter uselessly as you try to take it out, hoping to God that it’s not wrinkled. You grin to yourself when you find it in perfect condition.

“Would he feel put out if I got him something?” You grumble before worrying your lip between your teeth, “You’re overthinking it, ___. Its just a stupid t shirt.”

Right it was just a shirt. No big deal. Just something you saw in passing that you thought would look good on him, no big deal.

“No big deal.” You repeat to yourself before taking a last minute glance at yourself in the mirror. You looked nice… or you thought you looked nice but Jungkook hadn’t mentioned anything about your haircut other than the initial shock he sported when you were coming down the stairs.

You push back through the bathroom door, taking extra care not to touch anything after having already washed your hands, your eyes scan the room for Jungkook, letting out an annoyed huff because you told him to wait outside. You falter when you come across a broad back, his hand rubbing at the back of his neck in a familiar fashion.

“Jungkook I told you to—oh.” You hesitate at the halting laughter, whatever inside joke they were giggling about brought to an abrupt close when you draw near, “Hey.”

“Hey unnie.” she greets, hand coming up in a stiff wave, “… are you two here together…?”

Jungkook hesitates for the briefest of moments, eyes searching yours for an appropriate response. You don’t know why it annoys you so much or why you’re suddenly schooling your features into a tight grin.

“No. I, uh… we ran into each other and he was holding my stuff for me while I peed.” You lied, taking in the way the younger girls shoulders slump in relief.

“Cool.” Jennie grins, “Jungkook’s really helpful like that.”

Isn’t he?” You agree curtly, your gaze hesitates at the familiar black fabric wrapped around the girls shoulders, “Cute jacket.”

“O-oh this?” She asks before sending a shy grin Jungkook’s way, and you swear his eyes close in defeat, “He lent it to me a while ago I never did get to give it back so I was excited to see him and maybe return it but we got a little side tracked.”

You send a questioning look Jungkook’s way but he’s as silent as he had been the entire five minutes you spent having the fucking conversation.

“I’m sorry, don’t let me interrupt.” You feign apologetic, “I’ll just leave you two to it.”

Jungkook lets out an exasperated sigh but if the younger girl notices she doesn’t say anything, only smiles politely at you.

“Wait, er… what about that ride you asked me for earlier?”

He’s grasping at strings.

“It’s fine, I’ll find my own way home. Don’t worry about me.” You send a fake smile their way.

“Quit being ridiculous.” He seethes before turning back to Jennie, “Uh… it was cool seeing you or whatever but I’ve got stuff I got to handle and—shit. ____ will you wait up?”

“Jungkook!” Jennie calls.

You don’t even bother turning around, your feet are eating up concrete before you have half a mind to realize that the heavy footsteps are getting closer. No, you don’t realize that until a hand is yanking you back by the wrist.

“Will you wait a damn second?” Jungkook grits out.

You bite back the immature words that are clawing their way up your throat and feign innocence.

“Oh. Sorry. Were you calling me?” You hum, but the angry flush in your cheeks give you away and Jungkook’s narrowing his eyes at you.

“What the hell was that about?” He implores.

“What was what about?” You frown.

“I’m not in the mood for your fucking games tonight alright, would you—would you just,” he ends on a growl, “tell me what’s bothering you.”

“Nothing.” You chime, “Absolutely nothing is bothering me. If you were talking about in there when I came out and saw you talking to some random girl who you said you had nothing to do with and yet she’s wearing your hoodie then you’re wrong.”

Jungkook blinks at your for a moment.

“We’re not fucking… we’re not anything!” He groans, running a hand through his hair and trying to figure out how the hell you two ended up here.

Why you always end up here.

“Are you talking about me and you or me and Jennie?” You spit back, “Because you’re right about at least one of those things.”

You try to storm away again but he drags you back by a belt loop, bring you toe to toe with.

“We’re not anything—is that what you’re saying?” He queries and he doesn’t know why it irritates the hell out of him.

“We’re not.”

“Then why are you so fucking pissed, why are you so jealous about some random girl if we’re not anything, huh? Does any of that make sense to you?”

“I’m not jealous.” You hiss, “But if I were mad about this entire thing, which I’m not I’d tell that you I’m not fucking mad about you talking to some random girl I’m mad that you lied to me.”

“Stop fucking talking in hypotheticals!” He yells suddenly and you’re only partly aware of the fact that he’s already dragged you to the car and you’re slamming the door angrily. “When the hell did I lie to you?”

“You said you didn’t talk to her anymore but why is she wearing your jacket, are you two fucking?” You shout back and your tone has Jungkook reaching for you, hands clenching around nothing like he wanted to choke you before he was dropping his head back against the headrest.

“No I’m not fucking her!” He huffs, “I’m not fucking anyone but you and okay I admit I did lie I saw her last weekend, we’re in summer school together and the classroom was cold so I gave her my fucking sweater. I only lied for your benefit.”

“Do I look like I’m benefitting from your dumb fucking lie?” You spit, “And are you her goddamn boyfriend, let her freeze to death for all I care.”

“Well am I your boyfriend?” He demands and the car falls into utter silence around his question.

You inhale through your teeth before turning to face him, a frown marring your expression, “You’re right. You’re not my boyfriend because a stupid fucking boyfriend would at least say something about my haircut that I dumbly got for him but no you’re not my boyfriend you’re not my fucking anything.”

“What the hell are you talking about, when did I ever say anything about your hair? You look fine either way, who the fuck cares—”

I care!” You shout, “I care because I care about you and you’re stupid fucking opinion and I want to be your dumb girlfriend, okay? I don’t want to look fine either way, I want to look beautiful to you. I want you to call me for a change. I want… I want to be able to give you this stupid fucking gift without having to overthink the consequences—if I’m going to be moving us forward or back two steps and I… I like you, I like you so much that I remember things you say when you’re not paying attention like how much you liked some dumb actresses hair and so I do… I do stupid fucking things because of you.”

Your panting by the end of your confession because it was a lot, it was all the things you wanted to say, all the insecurities weighing heavy on your mind while you were away from him. And in a perfect world, Jeon Jungkook would have looked back at you and wiped your tear streaked cheeks and coo back all your rushed declarations.

But this wasn’t a perfect world and this was very much the reality of you and Jeon Jungkook.

“I… you… we said that we wouldn’t complicate things.” He says quietly, hands gripping the steering wheel, unable to meet your gaze.

All you can do is let out a bitter laugh.

“Right.”

“I think that it’s better this way,” he says lowly, “you’re going off to college and I’m probably not fucking going anywhere. It’s better if we end this now before either of us gets too invested.”

“Either of us… gets invested,” you repeat slowly before unbuckling your seat belt, “Why sugarcoat it? I’m the only one that’s invested, clearly. It was fun while it lasted right?”

Jungkook lets out an exasperated sigh when you open the truck door, “Let me at least drop you home.”

“Fuck you and enjoy your stupid fucking present. And in the very unlikely future you feel inclined to try and talk to me—don’t.” You throw the brown paper bag at him before slamming his truck door.

“____!” He calls, but you’re already jogging back to the theater. Jungkook yanks open the glove compartment and grabs his idiotic present before throwing it out the window, watching as small tubes of ridiculously priced lip gloss go flying.

The Culprit

Request: can you do an Archie Andrews imagine with “is that my shirt?” and “my clothes look good on you”? Thank you :)

A/N: ah!! My first request I’m so excited!!  I hope you all like it – I’m happy with how it turned out.  It’s so fluffy and sweet I cried.  This could take place at any time so whenever you want to see it fitting in could work.  Okay I’m also so confused because every time I post that it hides it from the hashtags?  Which is not good?  Anyways, thank you and feel free to request in my messages!

Word count: 715

Warnings: oh god its so fluffy thats literally enough though

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

The soft sound of a shower running filled your ears.  You were over at Archie’s house, as you often were, laying on your stomach on his bed, happily highlighting a short story for one of your literature courses.  Your legs kicked up and down lightly behind you to the beat of whatever song you were humming.  You were so tuned into your work you didn’t even hear the shower turn off and the whispering patter of footsteps from one end of the hall to the other.  

Archie stood in the doorway, smiling at the sight of you.  Noticing you hadn’t heard him come in, he decided to tease you, taking careful steps toward the bed before belly flopping on top of you.

“Archie!” You squealed, nearly choking on the highlighter cap between your teeth, all air having escaped your lungs at the sudden weight on your back.  Spitting the cap to the ground, you struggled under his body to glare at him.  He giggled, a deep rumble from his chest culminating in a soft sound that made you smile every time you heard it.  “Archie, get off of me!”  Between fits of laughter you attempted to roll onto your back from under him, making eye contact with your assailant and narrowing your gaze.

“Hey babe,” Archie smirked, a playful tone still flowering from his words.

You grinned back, a sparkle in your eyes that set off butterflies in Archie’s stomach every time. “Archie, honey, you’re crushing me.”

“More like crushing on you.” He waggled his eyebrows jokingly

“That’s cute.” You rolled your eyes now, pressing your hands on his shoulders in an attempt to move him.  “Now get off of me.”  He softly rolled beside you, leaning up against you as you rolled back onto your stomach.  Moaning happily, he nuzzled his nose behind your ear and kissed the underside of your jaw.  

Is that my shirt?“ He teased.  You subconsciously pulled the sleeves of the crewneck sweater over your hands as you blushed and nodded.  “My clothes look good on you.

“Thus, why I wear them.”  He pulled away from your ear, looking down to what you were working on.  However, after a moment, he was grinning cheekily again.

“You know there’s been a real dent in my closet since we started dating.  I’ve considered contacting Jughead and sending him on the case, but I think I’ve found the culprit.”  Playing around, you widened your eyes and turned to him.

“Please don’t press charges.”

“Oh, I don’t know…” He cocked his head to one side, unable to hide his smile as he continued. “I’ve been forced to wear the same shirts for weeks.  It’s a real struggle.  This is the inconvenience you’ve caused.”

“I swear, I’ll wear your jersey to school on game days.  Just don’t send me to jail.” He cupped his chin in thought before nodding.

“That seems fair. I don’t really think I could send you away anyways.  Don’t want to go a day without you.” You couldn’t bite your smile back anymore either, and shifted your gaze from him back to your work.

Archie’s smile held up as he stared at your profile, your lip caught behind your top teeth as you focused on the words in front of you.  As much as he’d love to say he was an independent man’s man, he couldn’t deny the fact that you had him tightly wound around your finger, and it was up to debate whether or not you knew it.  

“You’re staring.”

His eyes darted to the sides of hers as he regained focus.  “How could I not?”

You swatted your hand, “Oh stop.”

“Can’t help it.” He grinned cheekily, reaching his hand forward and catching your cheek in his palm.  You subconsciously leaned into it, beaming intently.  “I love you.”  You raised your eyebrows, your chin jutting forward slightly as if insuring he meant it.  Thumb rubbing velvet circles into your skin, he nodded softly.  “I love you.”

I love you.” Your teeth sparkled behind your cracked lips as a soft giggle tumbled from within.  You leaned forward and kissed him, pulling back to utter the words again, and kissing again.  You pulled away for a moment more, sucking in thick breaths.  Eyes flitted to the soft comforter of his bed, before meeting his with another wide smile.  “And your shirts.”

Gracious heavenly Father, I thank Thee for Netflix and libraries and English Breakfast tea. I’m really extremely grateful for them. And that’s all the blessings I can think of just now to thank Thee for. As for the things I want, they’re so numerous that it would take a great deal of time to name them all so I will only mention the two most important. Please let the Netflix Anne of Green Gables series be super good; and please let me be good-looking when I grow up.

I remain,

Yours respectfully,
dollsome

dragon age inquisition sentence starter

“ Bad things should happen to bad people. " 
” Rich tits always try for more than they deserve “
" Whatever the truth is, that belief gives you power. ”
“ Can’t you see why I want nothing to do with that life? ”
“ I have seen the throne of the gods, and it was empty. ”
“ I will not suffer even an unknowing rival. You must die! ”
“ Tell me… where is your Maker now? Call him, call down his wrath upon me! You cannot. For he does not exist! ”
“ Common ground is the start of all negotiations. ”
“ Though darkness closes, I am shielded by flame. ”
“ It spoke of judgement instead of acceptance. It should encourage the good in everyone, rather than rebuke us for our sins. No one should be turned away from our doors. No one is without worth. Whoever you are, whatever your mistakes, you are loved. Unconditionally. ”
“ If we’re going to change it, why not change the whole thing? ”
“ I’ve known mages. Some of them were better people than me. And yet I’m free and they’re not. It’s not right. ”
“ Sometimes you have to figure out for yourself what the pledge to protect others really means. ”
“ You are who you choose to follow. ”
“ Took me years to understand what he meant. ”
“ But wars are won by men. ”
“ You inspire them. ”
“ Build on that foundation, and you will have an army that makes nations tremble. ”
“ We all need to believe there are such men in the world. ”
“ I needed to believe I could be one of them. ”
“ We could make the world better. ”
“ It’s just easier to shut our eyes. ”
“ It’s not right… to want to do good, to be good, and have that turned against you. ”
“ At this moment, you are the only threat I see. ”
“ How seldom does reality match the ideal. ”
“ We must do so with open hearts and open hands. ”
“ I see what must be done, and I do it! I see no point in running around in circles like a dog chasing its tail. ”
“ At some point, power becomes its own master. ”
“ They will stand in the fire and complain that it is hot. " 
" I want to help. ”
“ I used to be like you. I’m not anymore. You shouldn’t be either. ”
“ They forgot about him. ”
“ I came through to help… and I couldn’t. ”
“ Isn’t it wonderful? ”
“ Living a lie… it festers inside you, like poison. You have to fight for what’s in your heart. ”
“ It’s my duty to stand with you. ”
“ I’m here to set things right. Also? To look dashing. That part’s less difficult. ”
“ We’re a lot more fragile than we’d like to believe. ”
“ Life isn’t about personal freedom. ”
“ People don’t always tell the truth when you’re polite. ”
“ We pick the ones willing to make the hard decisions… and live with the consequences. ”
“ Every great war has its heroes. I’m just curious what kind you’ll be. ”
“ No real god need prove himself. Anyone who tries is mad or lying. ”
“ I would not trade it for anything. ”
“ I hope there’s a damn good punchline coming. ”
“ The truly great ones can keep their distance. They don’t get attached to their people. ”
“ I always wind up babysitting my informants and worrying about their families. ”
“  Heroes are everywhere. I’ve seen that.”
“ That’s beyond heroes. We’re going to need a miracle. ”
“ For those who value survival, sentimentality is not an option. ”
“ I’m never truly out of my element. ”

The Black Cat

Summary: In which Dan Howell is gay, homeless, and also part cat, and Phil Lester is the nicest stranger ever.

Word Count: a whooping 9.3k!!!

Includes: an actual story, and of course, neko smut

this fic is for my best friend @ominousdan!!! it’s cayla’s birthday and without her birth nobody would be getting to see nine thousand words of neko!dan so please go follow her and tell her happy birthday in thanks (ily cayla i hope you love this and also me)

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because @silvervictory showed me this post and mentioned Teru 

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anonymous asked:

Ahhh may I request a Riza in half-pony, with slightly curly ends (sorry, that's so specific XD)? It's just that we already have her in pony tail and messy bun, I think it's good to have her in half pony! (And maybe a Roy at the side, ogling her? XD) P.S. If you're busy or not into it, it's okay! Have a nice day! 💖

Ahhh!! I love half-ponytail Riza! THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS!! OH MY GOD!! I’m hoping to do a better version of this someday when I’m not busy! A version where it’s just riza in a half pony, probably looking fancy 


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First Kiss: Hansol

MASTERLIST

Anon: Can u write a first kiss with hansol ^^ I love your first kiss series

oH GOD, this is the last one of the series! I hope you like this. Only thing is I thought of the idea way too late, so this is more of an AU than realistic. You’ll see what I mean, his personality isn’t right here, but the idea is good. So if you want just imagine anther member instead! trust me im mad at myself but asidjn its too late now

Originally posted by suhyngho

he looks so hot here im crying my eyes out holy fuck ARMS


  • Okay so can I just start off by saying that I haven’t done Hansol any justice in writing this
  • He sounds like the opposite as he actually is imo, but I’d like to think this haEppEnEd let Me bE
  • So, background story
  • You and your ex broke up a few weeks ago, a messy and awful break up at that too
  • Honestly, you never thought you’d ever break up with him (your ex), and thought your relationship with solid and secure
  • Unfortunately you were very, very wrong after having caught him messaging another girl - his previous girlfriend - some promiscuous things if yA geT wHAt I meAn
  • You felt so betrayed and horrified to see him say things like that
  • He was usually so polite and sweet and maybe even innocent in a pure, but these texts and photos proved otherwise
  • When you confronted him about it, he got very angry and very rude very quickly, calling you a whole load of insults and names
  • You felt hurt for a couple weeks, isolating yourself from the rest of the world, as you watched how he updated his profile with new pictures, surrounded by girls
  • But that pain and sadness turned to anger and frustration
  • Not only at him, but yourself
  • How could you let yourself mope around like that, wasting days of your life over a guy who clearly never cared, and still doesn’t, about you?
  • Thankfully for you, you picked yourself up very quickly and put all your feelings for him behind you
  • That was until you spotted him at a friend’s party
  • The only thing you hated about your ex was that you shared the same group of friends, so you were bound to bump into him or see him again
  • Although he wasn’t close to the group anymore because of the break up, he was still invited to this party
  • And all your feelings came back
  • Suddenly you felt exposed and vulnerable standing on the other side of the dark, despite the vast number of people separating you two
  • He stared at you intensely, a playful and teasing look in his eyes, as if he was challenging you
  • The eyes that once made your heart flutter, now filled your heart with dread and anger
  • You refused to let yourself go and feel ashamed for doing the right thing months ago
  • As he stood there, surrounded my girls who flung themselves over him, you scan the room, anywhere but his eyes
  • A tall, dark figure in the corner of the room caught your eye
  • His hair was dyed blonde, his hoodie hugged his broad shoulders well
  • Dressed all in black, he seemed to just blend into the crowd
  • But to you, he was very striking
  • You watched as he laughed with his equally-as-attractive friends, brushing his hair to one side and his dimples subtly coming out
  • Quickly you averted your eyes, worried that someone would spot you watching him
  • The hours continued to fly by, your ex lingering about the room, occasionally smirking at you
  • The mysterious male from the corner, moving from his spot to the food to the centre of the room
  • You were sighing heavily, leaning against the wall now
  • This party had practically physically drained you, and your ex also being there really did not help
  • Suddenly, a strong arm slithered around your shoulders, pulling them into their chest
  • You jump suddenly, ready to turn round and basically kick this person to the ground
  • But then you feel air fan the back of your ear and a deep voice whisper~
  • “I don’t know who that guy is, but I don’t like the way he’s looking at you”
  • Your brows furrow, and you turn your face upwards towards the voice and the face that accompanied it
  • Looking down at you, a look of worry laced across his face, was the mysterious, blonde guy from the corner hours before
  • Up close, he looked even more beguiling, his facial features defined yet still soft
  • You stutter, looking urgently around the room, shocked by what was going on; you had no idea what was going on
  • The man frowns at you, briefly looking up in confusion and then back down at you
  • “Well, don’t be so thrilled about this then”, he sarcastically comments, a small smile playing on his lips
  • “I have no idea what you’re doing right now, why should I be thrilled?” You reply, your typical sarcastic self returning
  • He laughs airily, a beautiful laugh escaping his lips and you watch in admiration as he throws his head back and shuts his eyes
  • Leaning back down to you ear, he says~
  • “Feisty, exactly what I was expecting”
  • Before you even had a chance to reply, he continued~
  • “I’m assuming he’s the ex then? By the fact he’s fuming right now”
  • You raise an eyebrow in response, your eyes briefly looking up and around the room to see your ex standing on the other side of the room, a scowl on his face
  • You laugh, nodding at his question “yep, that’s the ex. Cheated. Lie. Didn’t care”
  • “Ooooh, that’s low”, he whistles lowly, wincing at the thought. “Well, do you want to play him up a bit?”
  • Confused at what he had in mind, you gestured for him to continue
  • “Well, what I had in mind was- oh wait. He’s coming. Okay, just play along, yeah? What your name again?”
  • “Uh, wh-what? Wait! Uh, Y/N! Yeah, Y/N…” You literally had no idea what was going on, but for some reason trusted this guy 
  • His arm moved from your shoulders to your waist, tightening it slightly and turning you to face him properly
  • He brushes your hair to one side, smiling at you warmly
  • “Hmm. Y/N. It suits you princess. I’m Hansol”
  • His voice was genuine and sweet, but unfortunately, you then heard the voice of your ex-boyfriend 
  • “Y/N? Didn’t think you’d be here. How are you? Who’s this?” The questions spill from his mouth and he doesn’t even give you a chance to reply
  • “Uh, well yeah we have the same friends…and this is Hansol”
  • “The boyfriend”, Hansol added simply, nodding at him as if it was a matter-of-fact
  • Your eyes widen suddenly and you look at Hansol, who just smiles at you, his eyes pleading for you to play along
  • “Moving on already Y/N? Well, I’m-”
  • “The ex, yeah I know”, Hansol interrupted him
  • His response was so blunt and so true, you would’ve laughed if you could
  • An awkward silence fell over the conservation, you avoiding the gaze of both men, a blush playing on your cheeks
  • “Well then, if you don’t mind”, Hansol sighed at your ex, hinting that he wanted him to go
  • “Right…okay? Bye Y/N, you call me when you want me back yeah?“ 
  • He winks at you before sauntering off and back to the group of girls who threw themselves back on him
  • You shut your eyes in frustration
  • He managed to make you so mad and angry with only a few words, weeks after you left him
  • Hansol’s hand rubbed your shoulder reassuringly, bringing you into a tight hug
  • “Hey, don’t let his words affect you. You’re going to be fine okay?” Hansol soothed, holding you quietly
  • You had only met this guy and yet he was already making you weak at the knees
  • Slowly, he pulled away, looking above your head at your ex who still looked pretty mad at him
  • “You want to make this” Hansol gestures between you two “more real?” He smirks at you, clearly a plan in mind
  • “Oh God, yes. What you did back there was actually so-!”
  • You were interjected by Hansol, who grazed his lips over yours, holding your face with both hands
  • You gasp, hands instinctively moving to place themselves on his lithe chest
  • Hansol takes the chance to press his lips to yours harder, his jaw moving to apply more pressure in the kiss
  • His lips were so warm and inviting, electrifying your entire body
  • It’d be a lie if you said you weren’t attracted to him; his direness and fearlessness was appealing
  • The kiss soon became fervent and frantic, his tongue reaching to graze your lips and entice you to open them
  • Willingly, you did so, inviting him to deepen the delectable kiss
  • Although the kiss wasn’t that extreme or fast, it left you burning and impassioned, when he pulled away and brought you to his chest again
  • You smiled delightfully, feeling hazy and addicted to this man after the intimate moment
  • “I don’t want to alarm you, but, your ex has just left. I think this plan may have worked”, Hansol crooned into your hair, giggling at what happened
  • Although you didn’t know, Hansol felt all giddy and excited inside
  • He had been admiring you all night, wondering what he had ever done to be at the same party as someone like you
  • “And, I hope I don’t sound like a creep for saying this, but I really like you, Y/N. I’m glad your ex-boyfriend gave me the perfect opportunity to talk to you”
  • You lean back, so your arms are still around Hansol, and laugh at what he had said
  • “Hansol, its fine. I’m glad you did come. I think I like you too”, you whisper, watching with anticipation as he grins and begins to close he gap between your lips 
  • “So princess, want to get out of here?”
  • Okay I hope you liked this yall 
  • The last of the series I CRY
  • NAH not all really lmao
  • Hopefully I ended this on a high and you liked this
  • I made this extra special since he’s my bias but then again he’s not appreciated so it won’t get much attention
  • But still I LOVE JI HANSOL HDJSBDJDJ

First Kiss series

Can't Be In Love

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader (Y/N Y/L/N)

Pairing: MOC!Dean x Reader (sort of)

Word Count: 1.6k-ish

Summary: Reader is in love with Dean and wants to let him know, but he can’t accept it.

Warnings: Angst, a particle of fluff but mostly Angst. Sorry, kiddos. *runs and hides*

Author’s Note: Heyy guys! This is my entry for @iwriteaboutdean‘s 90′s Baby Challenge. My song was “Truly, Madly, Deeply” by Savage Garden. Thank you, sweetheart for giving me an extension. You’re so damn patient with me. I hope you all like it. *hides face* Feedback is greatly appreciated!!!



Can’t Be In Love

It’s so heartbreaking to see the one person you care so much about, hate everything they are. Their mere existence plagues them, almost wishing they could meet their untimely death just to cease to exist.

It’s the burning hatred for one’s self that quenches everything you held so dearly to. It devours it and leaves nothing but a dark void inside you. There’s nothing left. Only loneliness and destruction.

That’s what Dean presented to me every time I tried to get close to him. It never failed. Right at the moment when I saw a crack in that wall he loved to put up whenever things got too intimate, he would either pull away or just walk off, cutting the moment short.

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“Tooru, what are you doing?”

“It’s our first real date Iwa-chan! We have got to do this right!”

“I know all that, but do you really have to leave and come back? We’re both ready, we should just go now before we’re late.”

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anonymous asked:

Imagine Person B is a virgin, while Person A has had experience with past partners. One night, after a steamy make out session, A confesses that they want to have sex with B, but only with their permission. B timidly agrees. A gently yet passionately makes love to B, worshipping every inch of their body, stopping every so often to make sure B is still comfortable. The next morning, B confesses that it was the best night they’ve ever had, and couldn’t have asked for a better partner than A.

{Rated M}

Kissing Chloe Beale was like being colorblind and then suddenly seeing color for the first time, it was something that Beca would never be able to fully understand or be able to explain. 

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Your A Girl?

MOVIE : MAZE RUNNER 
COUPLE : NEWT X READER
RATING : SMUTTY

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anonymous asked:

Request where a person who has a crush on BTS reads about BTS's ideal type and realizes they don't fit their type. Thank you!

IDEAL TYPE (FLUFF + ANGST)

JIN IMAGINE

Y/N had been friends with Jin since the fourth grade so it only made sense that they their friendship prevailed through his fame. Y/N was walking around the bookstore, waiting for Jin to pick her up for their friend-date. Y/N had always hoped to lose the “friend” in “friend-date” and just go on a real date with Jin whom she believed was the love of her life. She browsed the magazine aisle and picked up a new issue of W magazine and flipped through it. However, she couldn’t help but overhear the conversation between the two young teenage girls standing against the shelf behind her, noses buried inside the teen magazine featuring Bangtan on the cover. 

“Ideal types.. God I hope I’m Jin’s,” I hear the taller one groan. “Here, right here. It says that he likes: A girl whose looks and personality is similar to that of a puppy,whose good at cooking, kind and takes good care of me.” 

I frowned hearing that. It was as if he described the exact opposite of me. I am an absolutely terrible cook! I like to think I’m kind but its hard for me to show it sometimes because of how awkward I am. My personality is far from that of a puppy. I’m shy around you if I don’t know you but as soon as I’m comfortable I’m more like a wolf than a dog. I couldn’t help but feel sad hearing that, imagining that jin had actually put thought into this. Did he use me as an example of the kind of girl he didn’t want to be with? Just then I got a text from him.

Jin

Hey I’m here, I can’t go in ‘cuz I just saw a hoard of girl sporting some of our merch. Wouldn’t want to start a riot and ruin our f-date. I’ll wait for you out front. :)

Me

I’m not feeling so good. I’m gonna go home. Sorry.

I type, pressing send immediately and shelving the magazine I barely read. I stalked out of the bookstore, my mood spoiled and the need to be cuddled up in my room growing. I felt my phone buzz and checked to see that Jin was frantically texting me. Texts I chose to ignore. I knew I was being petty but I didn’t care. It hurt to know that the man I loved wanted to be with someone I was nothing like.

He was calling now. I sent each call to voicemail, while directing myself to the back exit of the store. Reaching the door, I was startled to see Jin stalking in towards me. 

“What the hell Y/N? Are you okay? Why aren’t you answering your phone?” He interrogates, creating a block in the path for other customers to maneuver past us.

“Jin, what are you doing here? You don’t even have a mask on!” I try to push him out of the store but he doesn’t budge. “No, I don’t care. What’s wrong with you? Why are you canceling our date?”

“Because it’s not a date!” I yell in frustration. “It’s not a date Seokjin, it’s a friend-date. And I don’t want to do them anymore so why don’t you just go on a real date with a girl that fits into your ‘ideal type’.” I say harshly and brush past him out the door. Seconds later, after walking down the pavement into the parking lot of the store, I am turned around by a firm grip on my arm. “Y/N, stop. What are you talking about, ‘ideal type’?” He asks. I look up into his eyes and I can tell how sincerely oblivious he is. “Some girls were reading an interview of your where you said you like puppy girls and girls who can cook and kind and whatever.” I say flailing my hands in exaggeration. 

Jin takes a step back and looks at me completely shocked for a moment and then bursts out in laughter. “Stop Jin, I’m not in the mood for this.” I say. “I-I’m s-sorry,” he says in between hysterics. “It’s just, I didn’t think you were capable of being jealous.” He says finally. I feel the heat run to my cheeks as he says that. “I’m not jealous!” I say. “Yes you are. And I’m happy you are. I said that actually based on you. I thought of everything I loved about you. They just changed some of my words. I said that I loved it when you tried to cook for me because you always looked so hopeful when I try it. I love how you aren’t the basic cute kind of girl and instead you surprise me everyday.” He says and I feel the anger wash away and it is replaced by pure shock and joy. “Really..?” I whispers. “Yes really.” He says, hiding my cheeks. “Y/N, will you go on a real date with me? Not a friend date but one where I can hold your had halfway through and maybe kiss you goodnight.” The heat rushes to my cheeks and I gush a smile. “I would love that!” I say. 

Click. 

I turn to see a crowd as formed near us, obvious fans who are taking pictures of us. “Oh no.. Jin..”I start but he shushes me. “Don’t worry, it’s okay. They were going to find out soon, I wouldn’t ever want to hide you when you’re mine.”

A/N

I hope you liked this :) Been having a good time writing lately. I usually like writing scripts so I’m thinking of maybe writing an imagine in that format. Let me know if you think that’s cool. 

~Armygirl