i am running for my life or anything

fedoranonymous  asked:

*slams fist on the bar* now this is the kind of content I got Netflix and binge watched Voltron for in the first place. Lololol thank you keep being awesome pal

*slams fist on the bar also* another!!

  • pidge: “i can’t believe i’m saying this but… i think lance is the responsible one now”
    • lance, scandalized: “i- i am not responsible you take that back”
    • lance wants, deep in his heart, to be the badass hero who runs headfirst into danger
    • but then he sees keith doing it and gets stress headaches
  • lance sends all of his best selfies to the paladin group chat
  • pidge: “i’m going to bed” hunk: “but it’s noon??” pidge: “time isn’t real”
  • hunk can say anything in a british accent and lance will be convinced it’s a direct quote from allura
  • shiro: “at least my life can’t get any worse” the universe: “hold my beer”
  • do you think coran has nemeses
    • like sometimes the team’ll just be out and about and’ll hear “well well well if it isn’t coran hieronymus wimbleton smythe”
    • and coran’s always just like “haha! ol’ rianlus! how’re the kids?? and your butt after we whooped it at the battle of lii??”
    • how many peaceful outings end in prison breaks because of coran i gotta know
  • lance: “so yeah i’m feeling kind of inadequate and like i should step aside for the sake of the team” keith: “………that’s uh. that’s rough buddy”
Maybe when I am in New York City, I will visit a old book shop, bump right into you, Go to a coffee shop, talk about anything and everything, visit the museum of modern art, share true love first kiss, in front of Vincent Van Gogh starry night, go back to your hotel, my hands in your hair, your hands touching my face, looking into each other’s eyes, experience cosmo bliss Or I am one minute late, It was rainy, I forgot my umbrella, I had to run back and get it, I just missed you at the bookstore, I went to the museums alone, took a selfie in front of Van Gogh starry night by myself, went back to the hotel all alone, daydreamed about you, what it be like kissing you.
If it’s meant to be, we’ll find our way back to each other, If we don’t, It wasn’t meant to be, no matter what, if I see you tomorrow, or in 10 years, or never again I love you, darling, I know you will love you me too.
Our love is epic, I know not many people walk this earth feeling what we did for each other, we’re pretty special sweetie.
Yours, Castiel

Anon Request: Could you do a Reader x Cas where Cas makes creative use of one of his feathers?

Word Count: a little over 2k

Warnings: this is some CHEESY SHIT, FAM. also there’s some language. but basically just a fluff overload.

Originally posted by yaelstiel

You slowly walked into the map room and rubbed your eyes, still weary from sleep. You were surprised when you opened them and saw Castiel sitting at the table, furiously writing something with…a feather?

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  • seokjin: you ever wanna talk about your emotions, yoongi?
  • yoongi: no.
  • namjoon: i do.
  • seokjin: i know, namjoon.
  • namjoon: i’m honestly feeling a little bit lost right now, like, what is the meaning of my life on this planet? am i really just one life among billions of others? does my presence on earth mean anything? i'm very confused.
  • seokjin: i know, namjoon.
One of the Good Nights

Every so often, I have one of those nights I feel truly in tune with myself, where I am, and what I intend to do. It’s an alignment of the mind and spirit that gives me a clear vision of the road ahead.

The first half of this year has been, in short, a trainwreck when speaking in terms of my productivity and regularity on the channel. Two deaths, two months of taking time away to help with major living environment moves (the second of which was for myself and involved packing up/throwing away years of my life) and one month of a big themed video marathon that was cut down by not one, but two videos that canceled their ability to be covered on me at the last minute.

Have you ever rode a bike that kept skipping a link in the chain every other turn, stopping you from going the speed you wanted and having a good ride? That has been my experience with the channel so far this year. Every other turn is good, every turn between makes the bike trip.

I am extremely happy to say I feel like I’ve got a new bike and the chain is in perfect condition. No more stupid skips or jumped links.

I’m settled into my new living space, an environment in which I have more freedom, control, and open availability at all hours to do anything I need to than ever before in life. I can only foresee one weekend in the future that I’ll be occupied and unable to work on the channel or its related projects, and as far as compromises go, that’s a really good one to compare to an entire future of open running room.

I’m done making announcement posts about being done with interruptions–aside from anyone else dying (which, you know, I pray doesn’t happen) I am not going to be blocked by interruptions again.

One video a week. It’s not only possible, it’s easy, now. I am back in control, I feel like it, and I’m ready to show you all what I’m capable of now with this much freedom and ability.

It’s a good night. Just a few months to October. 11 days until the second birthday of Night Mind. 

Let’s get back to the most mysterious and creative corners of the dark, online and off.

- Nick Nocturne

Ok but why do I identify with Bilbo Baggins so much

• Me when I run + me when I actually leave the house + me when anything exciting happens:

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• Me when I’m asked to do things:

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• Me when displeased:

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• Me when I’m bored:

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• Me standing next to people because ~shortness~:

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• Me when people take my food:

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• Me when I’m salty:

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• And the added bonus of sharing the hobbit meal times


eren’s flower shop ❀ part II

though this is the end of the original script, i’m obsessed with this AU and will probably draw more random moments in their life OuO or explain some parts more. but i shouldn’t promise anything, because i always have way too many ideas and a weird case of misunderstanding how time works ^^;
thanks for your patience and everything else you’ve given me!

< part one of this comic
all of flowershop au

i just don’t think i’m meant to be in a relationship.

i wish i could be. i wish i was the kind of person who gave up love so freely. but my love is caged in the mason jars of my heart and i don’t give it up easily. i don’t tell the people i love i love them until it’s too late. i don’t do small talk; i stare at my hands and pick the skin around my fingers and try not to tell people that when i was fifteen, i tried to end my life and it’s still hard to wake up some mornings.

i don’t know how to talk about the small stuff. i don’t know how to keep a conversation going about the weather or school or my parents. i don’t know how to keep a conversation going about anything, really. i don’t know how to get to know someone. i don’t ask the right questions or answer correctly. i go on one date and then i run away because it comes with too much anxiety. i don’t know how to give someone the chance to love me.

all of my relationships– all two of them– have been messy. they’ve drained the life out of me. because when i finally love, i love too deeply. i am invested to the point of obsession, can’t breathe without the other person, infatuated so badly i let them drown me. all of my relationships have drug me under, never rose me up. i think i’m addicted to the pain that comes with fighting for the one you love.

i don’t know. i watch everyone else starting to settle down and i wish it could be me. but i just don’t think i’m meant to be in a relationship. i’m just empty empty empty.

Krasivaya-Chapter 9

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes have been friends for years. You are deeply, completely, in love with the super soldier, but he sees you as nothing more than a little sister. What happens when Bucky starts to date in earnest?

Powers: Think Jean from X-men with Immortality thrown in and healing abilities

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Self-Esteem issues, Depression, Anxiety.

The pic below is what i picture the readers combat gear looks like

Song: Kehlani-Gangsta

That fucking combat suit, the one which made his thighs look good enough to bite, along with the tight vest straining over his chest, sets you groaning into Steve’s neck as he piggybacks you to the quinjet. The next two weeks were going to be torture.

“Deep breaths, baby doll,” he says as Natasha chuckles throatily beside you.

“How does he make that look so good?” you wonder aloud, eyes wide.

Steve snorts. “Hey now, can’t have my best girl ogling other men!”

Giggling, you give his shoulder a playful smack. “Ah, Cap, you look good enough to eat in that striped suit of yours,” you purr into his ear.

He blushes deeply and Natasha guffaws louder. “Careful, sestra. You might break him.”

Smiling down at your friend, you make to retort when Bucky’s annoyed voice cuts through the jovial atmosphere.  “We need to move,” he states. His eyes, trained on Steve’s hands gripping the back of your thighs to keep you steady, brings you crashing back to reality.

You untangle yourself from Steve, adjusting your hood, smoothing down non existent creases. “Alright then,” you mutter, straining on your tiptoes to kiss Steve’s cheek.

He smirks, pulls you in by the back of the neck, and plants a ferocious kiss to your lips. When he’s done, he murmurs against your lips, making sure to keep the glowering visage of one James Barnes from overhearing, “Be safe. And this is your chance. Give him hell.”

You sigh. Fat chance of that happening. He made his feelings for you crystal clear, and you were done pining for someone who was never going to be yours. You embrace Natalia, lingering longer than necessary in the embrace.

“Zabotit’sya o tvoyey sem’ye,” she whispers into your hair.

Take care of yourself…

“Always, sister. Don’t worry overmuch for me.”

She hold you at arm’s length, gaze sweeping over your form, committing you to memory. Nodding  once, she strides away from the jet.

Assassins, you think, snorting lightly at her behavior. They’re so dramatic.

Sparing a curt nod in Bucky’s direction, you walk onto the jet. Strapping yourself into the seat, you stare fixedly at the wall, willing yourself not to glance his direction. To be as professional as you can. You have two weeks stuck in a confined room, doing surveillance, you do not need more tension.

He takes the seat beside you, the click of the seat belt drawing you out of your thoughts. He clears is throat as the quinjet takes off. “So, you an’ Stevie are pretty serious, huh?”

You quirk a brow at the offside question. Nibbling at your lower lip, you try and formulate a plausible way to dodge the question. When you look up at him, his gaze is trained on your now red lips.

Trance-like, he reaches forward, gently runs his finger over it. “Don’ do that,” he says thickly.

You jerk away from the touch, stung by the familiarity in the action, the gentleness of it. You feel hot and cold at the same time, wanting to lean into the caress and run as far away as you can. “James,” you husk out as he snaps back to himself.

“Sorry, you and Steve, huh?”

Feeling slightly whip-lashed by the bizarre turn of events, you eye him warily. “That’s really not your business, Sergeant. You should ask Steve,” you reply coolly.

He rumbles out a growl. “I ain’t asking him, am I, doll face? I’m askin you, and I want a straight answer!” he snaps.

You level him with an icy glare. “This has nothing to do with the mission Sergeant. I am happy to answer anything pertaining to what we are doing. My personal life, however, is none of your business. I would appreciate it if we kept things professional. Just like you wanted.”

He sits back in his chair, head banging against the wall with enough force to make you wince. “So, this is how it’s gonna be now? This is what ya want?” He lets out a humorless laugh. “Fine. I’ll do what ya want, Agent.”

You bite down on your anger, bristling at his tone. “If you knew what I wanted, James Buchanan Barnes, we wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place!”

His brow furrows in confusion. “Whadda ya mean by that?” he asks, something akin to hope in his eyes.

You brush it off as fancy and reply, “We have a long flight, and I’m in no mood to fight with you.” Pulling out earphones from your duffel bag, you place them in your ears, drowning out any response he may have made.

This was going to be a long two weeks. You had no idea how you were going to manage being so close to the object of your affection, and keep a lid on your emotions at the same time.


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Poison? I am poison you say? Yes, I am. I am the most deadliest poison to ever exist. I am what assassins drip into the teas of world leaders. I am the venom a viper injects into a beast. I am potent enough to kill any man. I am strong enough to lull any god to an endless sleep. I am a force of nature that wreaks havoc to any fool who dares stand in my way. You were smart to run away from me. A weak being like you couldn’t stand in my aura. My mere existence would dissolve you into dust. What? You thought you’d break me by denying me my humanity? My dear sweet thing, thank you. You reminded me that I am anything but human. To be human is to be weak. To be me is to be a force greater than life itself.

Goggle (Small!Reader x Hamilsquad)

Words: 2700+

Warnings: Abuse, cursing

Request: Yo how about a fic that’s a reverse of your fic that the reader is from the past and put into the modern world as a smol and meet the modern!hamilsquad??? Idk

A/N: nope, but maybe small drabbles

You looked at the dandelions on your front lawn. They were fully bloomed, their seeds ready to be blown. You crouched down, picking one of them up. The wind picked up immediately, causing the seeds to be blown. Your heart dropped.

Your father would be angry. You quickly threw the stem down on the ground, trying to hide it between the grass. You heard footsteps behind you, and straightened up quickly. Turning around, you came face to face with your brother. He smirked, looking at the dirt on your dress.

“Oh, Pa will be angry.”

“Johnny, please, don’t tell him. Please, can we keep this between us?” He bit his lower lip, thinking. You looked at the lust in his eyes, and quickly regretted asking him for anything. You tried moving around him, but he followed your steps. “Johnny-”

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anonymous asked:

2D + Murdoc night walks with s/o?? Where would they go, would they stop and stare at the stars w/ s/o, etc. (💗💗💗 lots of love for th blog)

(Thank you, dear!)


~ 2D loves spending time with you. He loves doing everything with you, so when you suggest going for a midnight walk he’s all over it. You two walk around town and see what kind of shops are open this late. 2D spots a music store from across the street and points like an excited child. You giggle and pull him towards the shop. You walk in first and look around. It’s an older shop with aisles of vinyl records, shelves of CDs, and instruments displayed on the back wall. 2D’s eyes grow wide in amazement. He instantly starts looking for keyboards. You watch him dart around before turning to look at some of the records. You dig through and find some you like. You started to make a pile on the counter where the register was. The cashier had been chuckling at you and 2D. “You folks havin’ a nice time?” You giggled and nodded your head.

~ You looked around for your boyfriend but you couldn’t find him. “Where did he run off to?” You suddenly heard a keyboard playing in the back. You stepped forward and following the sound. You found 2D sitting on the floor playing some random notes on a black keyboard. He was so intrigued by the sound, he didn’t even look up at you. “I’m guessing you’re really enjoying yourself?” You squatted down to his level. 2D giggled and kissed you. “I fink I’m gonna get it!” He stood up and pulled you to the register. You pulled out your wallet to pay for your records but 2D put his hand over your wallet. “I got dis, love.” You jumped up to kiss his cheek as he paid the nice man. “Have a goodnight!” You yelled as you exited the store with 2D.

~ 2D was looking up at the sky as you two started walking again. “2D, you’re going to end up running into a pole or something.” You laughed at his silliness. He looked at you and smiled. “Sorry, it’s jus’ da stars ar’ da only fing dat remin’ me of ya eyes.” You blushed at his comment and he pulled you close. “I love ya.” He said before kissing you with so much passion you felt your heart skip a beat.



~ Murdoc doesn’t sleep much anyway so when you ask him to go on a midnight walk, he eagerly agrees. You giggle and pull him out of the door. You two decide to take a walk through the woods instead of through town. Neither of you wanted to deal with the night life of the city. You wrapped your arm through his and snuggled closer to him. He chuckled and pulled out a cigarette. He removed his arm from yours to light it. He took a deep breath and took in the smoke. He puffed it out away from you so it wouldn’t hit your face.

~ He kissed your cheek and found a rock to sit on. Murdoc patted the spot next to him, indicating you to sit down. You sat next to him and looked up at the sky. The mix of the trees and the stars painted a beautiful site above you. You didn’t noticed Murdoc staring you. He watched your features as you observed the sky. He sighed and asked, “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”  You looked back at him, confused. “No?” Murdoc took another puff of smoke before speaking again. “You mean the world to me. I never thought I’d be the one to fall in love. You’re the only who has ever shown me how much you care. My biggest fear is showing you how much of a monster I actually am and you running away forever. I’m not good enough for you, yet you stay. You give my life a new meaning, one I’ve never known before. I love you more than anything. You make me feel like I’m worth something. I can never repay you for that.” He looked back up at your face and noticed the tears flowing down your face. Murdoc felt bad for saying anything. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything…” He looked at the ground again and you tackled him with a hug. “Don’t you dare be sorry! That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard you say. Murdoc, you owe me nothing except your love. You loving me back is all I could ask for. You make me so happy and I couldn’t image life with anyone else.” You placed a hand on his cheek and kissed him. Now Murdoc was crying. You kissed him again and wiped away his tears. “I will always love you.” He whispered as he wrapped his arms around you.

Everything Johnny Cade says in the book.

“Leave her alone, Dally.”

“You sure didn’t show it. Nobody talks to Dally like that.”


“How come y’all ain’t scared of us like you were Dally?”

“Dally’s okay. He’s tough, but he’s a cool old guy.”

“Hey, Two-Bit.”

“Aw, cut it out! Dally was bothering them and when he left they wanted us to sit with them to protect them. Against wisecracking greasers like you, probably.”


“There was a whole bunch of them. A blue Mustang full…I got so scared..”

“Your boyfriends?”

“Gee, I thought you and Darry and Soda got along real well…”

“It’s the truth. I don’t care.”

“It’s because we’re greasers. We could have hurt her reputation.”

“Man, that was a tuff car. Mustangs are tuff.”

“I can’t take much more. I’ll kill myself or something.”

“Well, I won’t. But I gotta do something. It seems like there’s gotta be someplace without greasers or Socs, with just people. Plain, ordinary people.”

“Ponyboy. Hey, Pony, wake up.”

“I don’t know. I went to sleep, too, listening to you rattle on and on. You’d better get home I think I’ll stay all night out here.


“Easy, Ponyboy. We’ll be okay.”

“Well, don’t be. You’re scarin’ me. What happened? I never seen you bawl like that.”

“I think I like it better when the old man’s hittin’ me. At least then I know he knows who I am. I walk in that house, and nobody says anything. I walk out, and nobody says anything. I stay away all night, and nobody notices. At least you got Soda. I ain’t got nobody.”

“It ain’t the same as having your own folks care about you. It just ain’t the same.”

“Okay. Okay.”

“Ain’t you about to freeze to death, Pony?”

“I don’t know. But I bet they’re looking for us. We picked up their girls.”

“It’s too late now. Here they come.”

“You’re outa your territory. You’d better watch it.”

“I killed him. I killed that boy.”

“Go ahead. I won’t look at you.”

“Yeah. I had to. They were drowning you, Pony. They might have killed you. And they had a blade…they were gonna be me up…”

“Yeah. Like they did before.”

“They ran when I stabbed him. They all ran.”

“Calm down, Ponyboy. Get ahold of yourself.”

“We gotta get outa here. Get somewhere. Run away. The police’ll be here soon. We’ll need money. And maybe a gun. And a plan.”

“Dally. Dally’ll get us outa here.”

“I think at Buck Merril’s place. There’s a party over there tonight. Dally said somethin’ about it this afternoon.”

“Dally! We gotta see Dally.”

“We figured you could get us out if anyone could. I’m sorry we got you away from the party.”

“Wish I had me a weed.”

“Sure, Dally, thanks.”


“The first stop’ll be Windrixville. I don’t see why he gave me this. I couldn’t shoot anybody.”

“Blast it, Ponyboy. You must have put my legs to sleep. I can’t even stand up. I barely got off that train.”

“That’s okay. I didn’t want to wake you up until I had to.”

“Go ask someone. The story won’t be in the paper yet. Make like a farm boy taking a walk or something.”

“I’ll have to stay here. You go down the road and ask the first person you see where Jay Mountain is. Then come back. And for Pete’s sake, run a comb through your hair and quit slouching down like a thug.”

“You know, you look an awful lot like Sodapop, the way you’ve got your hair and everything. I mean, except your eyes are green.”

“Shoot, you are too.”

“I swear, Ponyboy, you’re gettin’ to act more like Two-Bit every day.”

“Come on inside. Dally told us to stay inside.”

“A week’s supply of baloney, two loaves of bread, a box of matches…”

“I remembered you sayin’ something about it once. And me and you went to see that movie, ‘member? I thought you could maybe read it out loud and help kill time or something.”

“We’re gonna cut our hair, and you’re gonna bleach yours. They’ll have our descriptions in the paper. We can’t fit ‘em.”

“We’d have to anyway if we got caught. You know the first thing a judge does is make you get a haircut.”

“I don’t know either—it’s just a way of trying to break us. They can’t really do anything to guys like Curly Shepard or Tim; they’ve had about everything done to them. And they can’t take anything away from them because they don’t have anything in the first place. So they cut their hair.”

“Oh, come on, Ponyboy. It’ll grow back.”

“No. We gotta bleach it first.”

“Cut the front and thin out the rest. I’ll comb it back after I wash it.”

“Go ahead and cut it.”

“I guess—I guess we’re disguised.”

“Oh, shoot. It’s just hair.”

“Well, we got to get used to it. We’re in big trouble and it’s our looks or us.”

“I’m sorry I cut off your hair, Ponyboy.”

“I know. Things have been happening so fast…”

“Two-Bit shoulda been in that little one-horse store. Man, we’re in the middle of nowhere; the nearest house is two miles away. Things were layin’ out wide open, just waitin’ for somebody slick like Two-Bit to come and pick ‘em up. He coulda walked out with half the store. Good ol’ Two-Bit.”

“Stop it! Shut up about last night! I killed a kid last night. He couldn’t of been over seventeen or eighteen, and I killed him. How’d you like to live with that?”

“I didn’t mean to, but they was drownin’ you, and I was so scared…There sure is a lot of blood in people.”

“This is my fault for bringin’ a thirteen-year-old kid along. You ought to go home. You can’t get into any trouble. You didn’t kill him.”

“I didn’t mean it like that, Ponyboy. Don’t cry, Pony, we’ll be okay. Don’t cry…”


“Nope. We’re all cried out now. We’re gettin’ used to the idea. We’re gonna be okay now.”

“I bet they were cool ol’ guys. They remind me of Dally.”

“Yeah…in the manners bit, and the charm, too, I guess. But one night I saw Dally gettin’ picked up by the fuzz, and he kept real cool and calm the whole time. They was gettin’ him for breakin’ out the windows in the school building, and it was Two-Bit who did that. And Dally knew it. But he just took the sentence without battin’ an eye or even denyin’ it. That’s gallant.”

“Golly. That sure is pretty.”

“The mist was what was pretty. All gold and silver.”

“Too bad it couldn’t stay like that all the time.”


“Where’d you learn that? That was what I meant.”

“You know, I never noticed colors and clouds and stuff until you kept reminding me about them. It seems like they were never there before. Your family sure is funny.”

“I didn’t mean nothing. I meant, well, Soda kinda looks like your mother did, but he acts just exactly like your father. And Darry is the spittin’ image of your father, but he ain’t wild and laughing all the time like he was. He acts like your mother. And you don’t act like either one.”

“Yeah. I guess we’re different.”

“You’re starved?”

“Yeah. Whatever gave you the idea we ain’t?”

“You sure can cuss good, Dally.”

“You’d better believe it.”

“Gee, it sure will be good to get into a car again.”

“A spy? Who?”

“Cherry? The Soc?”


“We’re goin’ back and turn ourselves in.”

“I said we’re goin’ back and turn ourselves in.”

“I got a good chance of bein’ let off easy. I ain’t got no record with the fuzz and it was self-defense. Ponyboy and Cherry can testify to that. And I don’t aim to stay in that church all my life.”

“We won’t tell that you helped us, Dally, and we’ll give you back the gun and what’s left of the money and say we hitchhiked back so you won’t get into trouble. Okay?”

“I’m sure. It ain’t fair for Ponyboy to have to stay up in that church with Darry and Soda worryin’ about him all the time. I don’t guess…I don’t guess my parents are worried about me or anything?”

“My parents, did they ask about me?”

“I was scared. I still am. I guess we ruined our hair for nothing, Ponyboy.”

“Would you rather have me living in hide-outs for the rest of my life, always on the run?”

“Hey, Ponyboy.”

“The window stopped him.”

‘Naw…Too fat.”

“Where’s the kids?”

“Shut up! We’re goin’ to get you out!”

“Get out!”

“Hey, y’all.”

“Don’t…don’t let me put enough grease on my hair. “

“He came by.”

“Came to see Dally.”

“Tuff enough.”

“The book—can you get another one?”

“Yeah, it just hurts sometimes. It usually don’t…I can’t feel anything below the middle of my back…”

“I’m pretty bad off, ain’t I, Pony?”

“I won’t be able to walk again. Not even on crutches. Busted my back.”

“You want to know something, Ponyboy? I’m scared stiff. I used to talk about killing myself…I don’t want to die now. It ain’t long enough. Sixteen years ain’t long enough. I wouldn’t mind it so much if there wasn’t so much I ain’t done yet and so many things I ain’t seen. It’s not fair. You know what? That time we were in Windrixville was the only time I’ve been away from our neighborhood.”

“I don’t want to see her.”

“I said I don’t want to see her. She’s probably come to tell me about all the trouble I’m causing her and about how glad her and the old man’ll be when I’m dead. Well, tell her to leave me alone. For once—for once just to leave me alone.”


“Useless…fighting’s no good…”


Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold.”

game grumps ask meme.

“Dude, just… just pity laugh, at least!”
“I don’t wanna kill anybody, I’m a pacifist. Ooops, killed six people.”
“Six is the number of Def Leppard members, almost.”
“Did you know I’m a professional joke? My life is a joke.”
“Why do you enjoy watching me suffer so?”
“Remember kids, if you wanna defeat the evil power, you better fucking find the nearest sharpest sword and run as fast as you can.”
“I don’t judge you when you steal children, so I’ll thank you to show me that same courtesy.”
“Having a great time being in immeasurable pain.”
“Yes, have you ever heard of brapnel? That’s baby shrapnel.”
“Wait, mechanical bird is plane. I just realized.”
“Crazy how dead you are, I mean like, wow.”
“I didn’t have any problem at all after I died twice.”
“Such a nice man we ripped off there.”
“I’ll never put on pants.”
“Checkers would be better with badgers.”
“She’s adorable! Until she turns into a hideous undead monster creature, then ya gotta hit her with the lead pipe.”
“Stop dancing at me!”
“I have some very important masturbating to do.”
“You make me have to pee, always.”
“Whales are just Earth’s way of taking a shit.”
“I like it when Luigi’s happy. It makes me smile.”
“You know when you get high, and you start floating five feet off the ground, and gain a Spanish accent?”
“Whenever you talk about being high, it always just shows how much you’ve clearly never gotten high before.”
“Dude, what if hell was up?!”
“I will raise that chicken as if it were my own daughter… who I turned into chicken fingers.”
“‘Becky with the good hair’ sounds too much like ‘caramel corn’?”
“Even 90s rock won’t make me feel good about this!”
“This might be the drugs talking, but I love drugs.”
“That’s one boopity you shouldn’t have shmoopled.”
“Am I nude right now?”
“It’d be weird to sleep amongst your dead friends.”
“Are you here to repent for your chins?”
“Why am I not eating ice cream for every meal?”
“This taxi is bae.”
“The world is full of magic. Horrible, horrible magic.”
“Jesus is my drug.”
“I don’t know anything about memes.”
“You would say that, no matter what, me from another dimension that runs a porn ring.”
“I’m a milk-based life form.”
“I fucked a cantaloupe once.”
“Awww babe, look at us, we have our own cam girl operation.”
“Everyone who works for us gradually becomes more gay in their interactions because… we are always getting… weirdly gay with each other.”
“Shut up, ya tweezer!”
“And Half-Life 3, I don’t know anything about Half-Life 3, other than that everyone says it’s confirmed.”
“Good thing you’ve got fingers and wrists of steel, from that straight jacking.”
“I’ve learned the importance of being cuddled.”
“Hi, I’m a musician with a huge penis. Do you know where I can find guitars and Magnum condoms?”
“Baths are amazing, especially when you bring a friend.”
“Jesus, you gotta wine and dine me first. You can’t just open up with that shit.”
“We’ve broken several laws.”
“What, you wanna try diplomacy? He’s a fucking crab!”
“‘Bonfire’ is made up of two words: ‘bonf’ and ‘ire.’”
“These balls are coming at me fast and furious. It’s like that movie, ‘Speed.’”
“As I was about to say, revenge is a dish best served fuck you.”
“When someone says ‘just fuck me up’ on the internet that means have sex with me in a rough, passionate manner, correct?”
“If there’s one thing I can be totally honest about, it’s that I would happily lie to your face.”
“Just get abducted! We are your saviors, we’re flying in the sky- treat us as your new gods.”
“If I can’t be the best, I sure as hell can be the worst!”
“Water is just… air juice.”
“Uh… Doctor, could you put tits on my thumbs?”
“We hang out… we touch each other…”
“Does anyone have a paper bag I can hyperventilate into?”
“2016 is the year of the butt.”
“If I took pole-dancing, I would be worried that it would be too erotic for everybody else.”
“You make another joke like that, and I’m gonna have to beat you to death with your own shoes.”
“Whoa, look at this trapezoid-headed Funyon ring!”
“I have to take off my jacket because I’m getting hot because this sucks so bad.”
“He died as he lived: covered in mayonnaise.”
“Who wears pants anymore? So 2015.”
“What took you so long, you butt plug?!”
“Look, you tell a couple jokes as a dad and suddenly everyone’s like ‘you’re making dad jokes.’”
“Could you imagine if you unlocked outfits in real life? Like, “Congratulations you wiped your ass, here’s a new shirt.””
“As long as I live, I will never stop loving your random bursts of outrage.”
“Like I would kill a friend… without watching.”
“With your Phd and my also being here, we can solve any problem.”
“I love watching you guys suffer.”
“Man, the void of nothingness is kinda lame.”
“Sometimes you gotta take time and smell the roses. And sometimes you’re gonna be a guy jacking yourself off while you’re rubbing a girl in a video game.”
“I can’t prove that someone ISN’T a reptilian.”
“Oh my god, do we have to kill him while he’s asleep?”
“I feel dead inside, but at least I had pie.”
“This is nice. We’re all bathing in the warm glow of murder.”
“The tears are bittersweet but the pie is delicious.”
“Murder is a spectator sport.”
“Today’s been a day. A day full of tasty, tasty murder.”
“Man, I wish anime was human history.”
“99 red balloons… Something- something- German song.”
“If you wanna have sex you don’t have to make a little song about it, like just come right out and ask.”
“If only I could have sex with my own brain. That would be a mind-fuck.”
“I am not nature. I am nurture.”
“Wouldn’t it be hilarious if they died?”
“Tell me what you’re gonna do to me.”
“Taco Bell cures diabetes.”
“Rule number one of babysitting? DON’T STEP ON THE BABY!”
“Play for my amusement, child.”
“How does a ghost enter a skeleton? And I don’t mean that in a sexy way.”
“You’re locked the closet with the dildo!”
“Yeah, I’ve been drunk on pot before. What of it?”
“You are the worst son ever.”
“Shut up, this is my moment of time shine!”
“Bro, can I be honest with you guys right now? I love defiling things.”
“I wanna touch everything with my boner, including my boner!”
“When you’re married, you can announce your boners everywhere.”
“I am enjoying my pot! Take that out of context.”
“Dude, what if you were next to a supernova when it supernovaed?”
“…and she’s like COVERED in butter.”
“I do apologize for my actions, even though they were totally and completely justified.”
“What are the animals crossing, exactly?”
“I’m a firm believer in ‘if you’re going to fail, you might as well fail spectacularly.’”
“And you know what? We’re tied right now, like brothers… only one brother is significantly smarter and more handsome than the other and has like 15 years more life experience.”
“Frick to the 30th power!”
“My eyebrows are slippery and slimy. I grease them.”
“This is literally just elementary hydrodynamics, I can’t believe you can’t grasp this.”
“Well look the important thing that I’m having fun and other people aren’t.”
“I would fuck everything on the screen including the animals and the bicycle.”
“How dare you know stuff about things. I’m gonna beat you up with my fists… that are made of stuff and things.”
“Spyyyder Loops™ cereal…. made with… spiders.”
“I’m a bottom kind of guy.”
“Can you see my labia in this fucking costume?”
“Just bros bein’ bros…”
“I never feel quite as alone as I do when I play Burger Time.”
“If you do this… I’m gonna be mildly impressed with you.”
“I don’t know how to be interesting, could you give me advice?”
“I’m kind of amazing at everything I do.”
“I would get a photo-realistic tattoo of your face on my inner thigh.”
“Do you think I came out the pussy drawing fucking Mozart?!”
“Follow your stupid fucking dreams.”
“Everyone does crack at some point in their lives. It’s pretty much a rite of passage.”
“I wanna know where Luigi is!”
“Nothin’ wrong with that. Get clean, get clean with the lord.”
“You’re on page 2, and I’m on page…uh, furiously concentrating on not throwing up from this Nutella situation.”
“I wish you could jump inside my skin and know what I know, and feel what I feel.”
“I’m feeling fly for a caucasian man.”
“I will actually strangle you with my bare hands and feet.”
“Don’t call me “bro” in an accusatory tone!”
“This is a good yiff right here.”
“My friends! I love killing my friends.”
“Now I am the one who is bitch.”
“He died as he lived: eating chicken McNuggets.”
“Well, thank you so much, that’s so nice of you to say, but I don’t believe you and you’re a liar.”
“I could tell by his briefly angry eyebrows that he’s someone we should be stabbing.”
“A blunt is a maridujuana.”
“If you can’t beat em, Shoot ‘em with a gun!”
“Getting kicked in the nuts is not an event, it’s a process.”
“My goal is to pee in every major body of water on earth.”
“Man, Club Penguin’s gotten weird.”
“Aw jimminey-jillakers. Gee-whiz Batman. Aw frick. Oh jeezum.”
“And you have ten thousand and seven hundred grams of mardujuana.”
“My style is old, nasty t-shirt and rapidly disintegrating pants.”
“If you ever run into me in the wild, we’ll hug it out.”
“I think the noodles are going to kill me!”
“I’m sorry, your son is an anthropomorphic cheese melt.”
“Wait, but, also shut up.”

Enough Is Enough - Part 2

Summary: You have known Bucky Barnes your entire life and he is your twin brother’s best friend, so seeing him on a daily basis shouldn’t be all that much of a problem right? Wrong. You hate the guy, with a passion, and no matter how hard you try you just can’t seem to get rid of him. He is there, constantly, like some persistent little pest that refuses to leave from where it’s not welcome.

So what happens when you start to pick up on just why that might be? Will your strong opinion on him change or become even worse?

Note: This is the second part to my entry for Tay’s AU Writing Challenge I had the prompt  “I don’t hate you. It’s just that if you were on fire I wouldn’t piss on you to save your life, is all.” and chose to have it as a Bucky x Reader fic. I’m new to the whole AU side of things so I hope you enjoy!

Bucky x Reader (AU)

Words: 1,669

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

Part 1, Part 2

The walls around you were moving, closing in around you, and your breathing became so erratic that it was becoming harder and harder to get enough oxygen into your body. This created even more panic and you were audibly crying out now until you feel a strong pair of arms wrapping themselves around you. There was a sound filling your ears as the grip around you tightened but you couldn’t make it out, it just sounded like you were underwater.

“[y/n] follow my breathing….” It was Bucky. His worry for you had become too much for him not to do anything about it and so he had sat himself behind you, his arms wrapped around your body, as he pulled your back flush up against his chest for you to feel it moving. “You don’t need to concentrate on anything else.”

“Get…off me!” You struggle in his grip as your mind refuses to believe he is there to help you. All it sees is him stopping you from getting out of here. “Th-This is your fault!”

“You can blame me later doll. Right now you just need to calm down. There’s nothing here that’s going to hurt you.”

He found himself having to keep his own emotions in check as he continued to fight against your struggling form, remembering the last time this had happened and how he had done nothing to stop it.

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During my first year of college, I tried many new things to get out of my comfort zone and learned many life lessons throughout the year.

In high school, I mostly focused on school, running, drawing, my blog (which I started during the middle of 11th grade). I was not really “social”, and only hung out with 1-2 friends at a time. I did really well in all, and I was very happy.

In college, I decided to branch out, since I would describe myself as introverted in high school, I decided to get out of my comfort zone and be more social.

I’m a bioengineering major, entrepreneurship minor, runner for a division 1 cross country and track team, freshman representative for the Chinese Student Association, write articles and take photos for Spoon University, and work in a bioengineering research lab. I was also posting 3 times a day on my blog, and also made sure to post on my food art Instagram every day, and my personal/running Iinstagram every 2-3 days. I barely had time to draw, which is one of my favorite things to do.

I attended a bunch of events first quarter to try something new, and learned that all that social activity took away my time to do things that I am passionate about. I and found myself looking back in high school, and living in the past because I wasn’t as happy. However, that was an important learning experience for myself.  

Here are some life lessons I have learned during my first year of college that I hope helps you.

1. Most important: Never take anything personally. The more people I met, the more I started to realize that you’re just not compatible with some people. Think of it this way: If you know that you are only trying to be friendly, but the other person doesn’t seem to like you, then that is their problem because they’re obviously blind and can’t see your awesomeness. They are not worth your time. Same thing with getting rejected from something. Once you stop taking things personally, I promise you will feel happier because it’s not your fault if you’re just trying to be a good person.

In high school, I never had the desire to branch out and meet new people from my school, therefore, the people whom I hung out with share many similarities with me.

You don’t have to get along with everyone, and you’re not limited to anyone either. Be nice to everyone, because you don’t have time to make enemies and/or deal with drama.

2. People are worried about themselves. I personally don’t think it’s necessary to try so hard to present yourself. People don’t judge you as they may seem to in high school. Everyone’s mostly minding their own business.

3. Find your own method of time management. In college, no one is going to tell you what to do. You can have class from 1-9 hours a day, and you need to plan the rest of your time well.

4. Realize your limits. Everyone has a different limit, and it’s something I believe you should experiment with early on in life to find out.

In high school, I was very successful in running, so everyone seemed to know who I was. I came into college feeling like another face. I was injured, and not doing as well in everything as I would like because I was involved in too many activities. I do believe in trying new things to explore, but realize that you have a limit. Learn to prioritize.

5. Learn to say no. I like to be a nice person, but I also believe that in order to be able to help people, you must take care of yourself first. By spring quarter, I started to feel tired of having to do so many things, so i worked up the courage to say no to some of the things, so I could have more time to study for my test, finish homework, or simply because I need to go run.

Missing a party to study is ok, in fact, no one seems to really care. I never party because I rather study and do quiet activities in my room such as drawing on weekends when I have a little extra time, and my friends understand that. Don’t feel weird if you are not into things that everyone else seems to be, and you don’t have to make yourself do things that you don’t want to (unless it’s school work because you’re here for a degree), either.

6. Don’t let anyone pressure you into doing something. I don’t party or drink. But that doesn’t mean I don’t isolate myself from people who do. I have friends that like to party, but they never force me to do something that I’m not comfortable with. You’re not “weird” if you chose not to drink because your true friends will accept you for who you are.

7. Appreciate your parents. Don’t take them for granted and become friends with them. 

8. Get to know your professors. Don’t be intimidated, they want to help and it’s fun to make friends.

9. Don’t be shy. That’s not how you get what you want. Plus, don’t be afraid to speak in class, and someone probably has the same question.

10. Make friends in classes. You can make great study buddies and share notes when either of you are absent.

11. Use a planner (paper or electronic, whichever you prefer) because physically writing helps you remember things more.

12. Take advantage of your resources such as interlibrary loans, databases, writing centers, tutoring, friends, professors, gym, and anything else.

13. Don’t buy your textbooks from the bookstore since they usually cost more. Get them from a friend, or find them online. 

14. Be confident. Fake it until you make it. That’s how you get many things in life.

15. Prioritize your health. Without it, you have nothing.

16. Make a list of things to always carry with you. For example: Food (quiet food in class), headphones, planner, phone, laptop, gum/mints, chargers, notebooks, etc.

17. Learn to adapt to change. Don’t expect it to be easy. I thought I was a very independent person in high school and that I would love college, but so many things change. I struggled my first quarter, then I got used to the routine. It will be hard at first, but you will learn and grow and become a better and more mature person than you were before.

18. Don’t be afraid to try new things. The more you know about yourself, the better equipped you are to make decisions about what you want in your life.

I have more life tips here!

How to Study Effectively

How to be Happy

How to be Productive and Achieve your Goals

How to Start a Healthy Lifestyle

How to Start Running

Maybe they’re right. Maybe I am no good for you //  SHAWN MENDES

Tap…tap, tap… the sound echoes around my silent bedroom. My eyes flick open, body still at the sound. Waiting. Tense. It’s probably just the wind blowing the trees against my window pane. I shut my eyes again.

Tap, tap, tap… tap. This time I sit up. Maybe it’s just a bird? I look to the alarm clock, the light harsh against my eyes. 2:25 AM. What kind of bird is up at this time? I listen for the noise again. Nothing. I let out a sigh of relief and sink back into my blankets.

TAP, TAP, TAP. It’s more urgent this time. Ripping my blankets off my body I walk to the window. I reach to open the blind, hand faltering just I was about to open them. Isn’t this the part of like every horror movie ever where the girl opens the curtains and then they get stabbed by a masked killer?

TAP, TAP, TAP, TAP, TAP. I slam the curtains open. A black and white mask covers half his face in a skull pattern, the rest of him dressed in black. Bright brown eyes meet mine. Well shit. I hastily open the window and he climbs through.

“Gees women how long does it take you to open a window?” Shawn asks me, his voice muffled through the fabric.

“Oh I’m sorry,” I say placing one hand on my hip. “I didn’t know I was expecting company at 2:30 in the morning,”

He just grins at me. “Missed you too,” Shawn says cheekily.

I roll my eyes, hands reaching out to pull him by his cotton jacket towards me. I wrap my arms around his waist, leaning my head against his chest. He smells what he always smells like, soap and fresh air, which given by his choice in past time it’s not unusual.

One of his hands lifts up to stroke the back of my head, he rests a kiss on my forehead, while the other hand stays glued to his stomach.

I look at him suspiciously. “What happened to you?” I ask, pulling back completely and crossing my arms over my chest. Shawn knew my disapproval about him being in a gang, but of course he was stubborn and refused to leave until his contract was up. I never understood it.

He gives me a wry smile. “Not much,” he answers taking a step back, his face hardening.

“Liar” I say glaring at him. “It will be much easier in the long run if you tell me now,” We stare at each other. I sigh, uncrossing my arms. “I just want to make sure you’re okay, I’m worried about you, alright?” His expression softens.

“I know you do,” He says. Gently, he lifts his arm away and rolls up the bottom of his shirt. A bruise the size of my fist, black and blue, lines the side of his stomach. A gasp escapes me.

What did they do to you?” I cry, holding my arms to my chest. I knew what Shawn did was dangerous, never before however have I seen him hurt. 

“Its not what you think,” he says, tugging his shirt down. “Its just,” He falters. 

“Just what?” I say my voice rising. “Did they do that to you?” I ask. He doesn’t say anything. I turn away, not being able to look him in the eyes.

“I can’t believe this,” I mumble although its more to myself then to Shawn. I couldn’t stand seeing him hurt. 

“Baby its ok-”

“Don’t you dare tell me its okay,” I snap cutting him off. I can feel angry tears beginning to well in my eyes. “They hurt you. What’s going to happen next? Stab wound maybe? Broken bone? Fucking bullet wound?” 

I’ve kept this anger to myself ever since I found about Shawn being in a gang that he’s tied to until hes 22. His past is a mess. He got caught up with bad people and now he’s paying the price. 

“Y/N…” He trails off. 

“See! You can’t even defend yourself, you know i’m right,” 

“They had a perfectly good reason,” He tries to reason.

“And what reason was that? You didn’t get the proper drugs or wasn’t there enough cash?” I’m fully crying now. 

“They wanted to use you, dammit Y/N” Shawn runs a hand through his brown locks. I freeze. 

“What?” my voice sounds small, a faint chill creeping in from the open window. 

Slowly Shawn removes the fabric. More bruises appear on the once milky skin of his jaw. 

“They wanted to use you as bait for the drug lord in the west of the city,” His eyes flick up to mine, darkness swirls in the inkiness of them. “I told them over my dead body would they ever lay a fucking hand on you,” Tears continue to spring from my eyes at Shawn’s revelation. 

“Of course, lets just say they didn’t like my language nor defiance and this is what happened,” he shrugs his shoulders as though nothing happened.

I sniffle, trying to stop the tears. Gosh, it made me seem so weak in front of him. 

“I don’t know what to say,” I manage. 

“You don’t have to say anything, I have everything covered,” I don’t believe him. They hit him because he wouldn’t let them use me, I was his soft spot. What if they used me again against him? I couldn’t bare to see Shawn do something terrible just to save me. 

Wiping my eyes, I stand up taller, trying to remove all emotion from my face. Seeing Shawn standing there though, tall and handsome, I felt my stomach knot with what I was about to do. 

“When people first saw us together, in public,” I begin, my eyes never leaving his. “They thought I was crazy. They told me you were no good for me,” I let out a weak chuckle. “I’m.. I’m beginning to think that they’re right,” I can’t look at him in the face anymore. 

“I don’t want to be with you anymore, not like this,” I whisper. My body slightly slumps and I want to cry all over again. 

“No,” Shawn says. My head snaps up.

“What do you mean no? I’m breaking up with you Shawn- you can’t just say no,” I say, my eyes narrowing.

“I know what you’re doing.” A small part of me is filled with joy that he didn’t agree to break up. “You think that by us splitting up is going to make them stop coming after you to get back at me or to make me comply. It doesn’t work that way sweetheart,” He smirks at me, his confidence rolling off him in waves. Now I knew why he was such a valued member in the gang. He could keep his cool in just about any situation. 

“You can leave me but that doesn’t mean I just magically stop loving you.” Shawn takes a step forward, cautious that I might run off. When I don’t, he takes a few more until the tips of his shoes are inches from my sock covered feet.

“And maybe they’re right. Maybe I am no good for you. But honestly, does it matter? The best moments in my life have been moments spent with you and if you think for one goddamn second that I’m going to let you slip through my fingers, you’re wrong. I will do anything to protect you- anything. I don’t care what they do to me, I love you and I’m staying with you till I die baby,” 

I grin, “Staying in the gang might bring that day closer,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck, leaving a kiss to his bruised jaw as I felt a chuckle vibrate through his body. 

“I only have 6 months left then I’m out. Then its just you, me and the open road, we can go anywhere. We could start a family!” excitement fills his eyes and I giggle tugging him towards the bed, watching as he slips off his shoes.

“We have to get through right now first,” He slides out his jeans and grabs my hand, tugging me back to him. 

“We will, trust me,” He says. The smile on his face is so certain that can’t help but forget my worries. 

“I love you,” Shawn says, kissing me softly.

“I love you more,” I say as I pull back and tug him towards the bed.

“Oh and Y/N?”

“Yeah,” I ask moving the covers so he can slip in next to me. 

“Never break up with me again,”

Grumpy Beginnings - Sirius Black x Reader

1. Can I request a young Sirius Black where you both hate each other but run into each other late at night when everyone else is in bed and u end up kissing or something and the next day try to ignore him but he confronts you??? Love your writing thank you
2. Can I request a Sirius black imagine where Sirius black and the reader hate each other because they can’t face the fact that they love each other secretly and too stubborn to face the truth? They continuously argue on silly things but they both get jealous when the other is getting close to someone else and argue on that too. One day James make Sirius realize that he’s in love with the reader and all the fluff! Please?
Warnings: Sarcasm, swearing, my English? 
Gif/Image are not mine/Credits to their original owners
Word Count~ 2.2k

You hated him. Simple as that. You hated him. You hated his personality, his cocky smirk, his attitude. You hated the fact that every girl seemed to be smitten with him, that he slept around that much. You hated his ‘bad boy’ act. You hated his pranks and you hated his guts. You loathed him. Him, his stupid tactics and his cheesy pickup lines. You despised that stupid grin of his when he had made a witty remark. You were repulsed by his gray eyes and his dark locks. You were revolted by his wide shoulders and his toned torso that he would show off whenever he got the chance. Luckily for you, he hated you too and never failed to list all the reasons.
You were currently in the middle of another fight. A stupid one.
“Just stop being an egotistical, narcissistic, self-centered prat for a second. Give me the damn muffin” you said for the fourth time rolling your eyes. He was driving you crazy.
“Get yours” he said with apathy. You felt the urge to bang his head against the table.
“That was mine! You stole it!” you answered exasperatedly.
“Get another, woman!” he whispered-yelled at you, infuriating you even worse.
“Tell me… Is being stupid a profession or are you just gifted?”, you couldn’t help it. If you had held that remark you would have exploded. He looked shocked and then he smirked. Merlin, you wanted to kill him.
“I am busy right now, can I ignore you some other time?” he fired back with a sweet sickening voice.
“Screw you, Black”.
“I intend to ”. You left the Great Hall and if looks could kill, he would have dropped dead.

How thick could he get? Flashing that charismatic smile of his wouldn’t get him out of trouble. He had ruined your date. He had manipulated everything in order to ruin your date. And he enjoyed it.
“What’s wrong with you?” you screamed at the top of your lungs.  How disturbed could he be? Why did he ruin the first date you had been on in ages? He looked so amused that for a moment you felt like strangling him.
“I’ll try being nicer if you try being smarter” he retorted nonchalantly. You had used all your anger on the thoughts of what the hell was his problem, so, naturally, now all that you had left was disappointment and sadness. You took a deep breath, pierced his eyes with your glance and tried not to cry.
“What have I done to you to hate me that much?” you asked him softly. He was taken aback, his eyes widened and his face fell. He was about to say something when Marlene sat right next to him, glaring daggers at you.
“Are you surprised?” she spat at you. You saw the look on her eyes, fixed on him. You lightly shook your head, looking at him too.
“No, just disappointed” you admitted and sat down next to Remus. You were really great friends with him. He was always kind and sweet and so understanding. He smiled warmly at you while you rested your head on his shoulder, reading the book he was reading as well.  He had a thing for Muggle books and this was no exception. He also knew about your feelings, even when you didn’t. ‘Stop worrying about people that aren’t worried about you’ you kept repeating to yourself over and over again. Because the truth was… you didn’t hate him. Far from it, actually. You just hated the fact that he will never look at you the way you wanted him to. You were in love with him and his crazy ways, his reckless behavior and his depth. But of course, it was easier to make yourself believe that you hated him when you understood that he didn’t particularly like you. It hurt too much.
“Stop acting so coy. You’re in love with him, you always do those stupid things; You read over his shoulder, you hug each other like he had gone to war. Just tell him, already. He is smitten too” Sirius spat at you two after a while. You were shocked for a moment. When you dared to look at Remus, you two broke into identical grins, trying to contain your laughter.
“We are friends Padfoot. Friends” Remus told him while a strange thought crossed your mind. Why did he care? Was that… jealousy?
“You must be thrilled by Marl’s perfume. It’s not like you are attached to her hip. Oh, wait.” you fired back. However, when she tried to talk, you shush her, sending her a death glare. He was angry and you could tell. Everyone could tell.
“Why are you so annoying?” he rhetorically questioned. You stood up abruptly, standing across each other, anger bottling up inside of you.
“I hate you” you both screamed as you marched out of the Great Hall. Great.

You had missed dinner and now you were too hungry to care about being seen as you crept inside the kitchens. Remus had shown you how to tickle the pear and find the knob. The kitchens were silent. Only two house elves were there, making sure that breakfast would be excellent as every day. You greeted them kindly and after a moment or two, they left, leaving you alone.
You started making hot cocoa to smooth your headache. If you had learned anything from hanging around with a werewolf that had to be chocolate. Chocolate was always the answer. Chocolate understood and didn’t ask stupid questions. You went through the cupboards and found a chocolate cake. Smiling to yourself, you served a slice and sat down to the nearest table. It felt nice. You always like the warm feeling that the kitchens were offering and the serenity that silence provided. Until someone interrupted your daydream, that is. And it had to be him.
Once you locked eyes with each other, everything else became a blur. Nothing really existed but you two. He broke the eye contact first, scratching the back of his neck, awkwardly.
“Um, I didn’t know you were here. I can leave” he spoke softly. You just shook your head, trying to find the courage to use your words.
“It’s alright”. You really wanted to roll your eyes at yourself. Well played. He furrowed his eyebrows but didn’t question it, as he started making himself… something disgusting. Like, how could it possibly taste?  It had fruits and chocolate and cheese and, it was repealing. You almost laughed at that.
As you sat together in silence, each lost in your own minds, you could see that you were two sides of the same problem. And to think, you both thought that love was for fools. How foolish of you, not to realize what fools you were.
He came and sat down next to you. You were eyeing him curiously; mainly because you wanted to see if he was about to eat…that. You knew he was aware of your staring.
He took a bite. It was then that you chuckled lightly. The expression on his face was one of terror. He looked utterly frightened. He swallowed that thing and looked at you, almost pleadingly.
“I know you hate me, but could you please, make me something… eatable?” he asked you politely. You had never had a civilized conversation before. You grinned, trying to fight the urge to laugh as you stood up, complying to his wishes.
You placed before him a cup of hot cocoa and some cake as well. He looked at you with one eyebrow raised as you threw whatever he had made to the garbage. You plopped beside him and gave him a shy smile, taking another sip from your cup. He hadn’t removed his gaze from you and you felt kind of uncomfortable.
“I swear, I haven’t poisoned anything” you playfully told him, prompting him to eat. He gave you an equally playful smile but took a sip from his cup.
“Don’t get me wrong, I love risking my life. But I am kind of running out of life to risk. I am not a cat after all” he said lightheartedly. You knew that he wasn’t a cat. In fact, you knew he was an illegal dog Animagus but you hadn’t told him. That was about to change.
“Oh, I am very well aware that you are no cat, deer. In fact, you must be barking mad to think I wouldn’t know” you told him, wiggling your eyebrows at your own puns. His eyebrows though, shot to the skies and his eyes widened so much that you thought they were going to pop out. You laughed at his expression; a true, rare laugh. A genuine one.
“You-you know?” he asked you, still bewildered. You just nodded your head in agreement.
You sat there, staring into space while he went silent for a moment.
“What’s that?” he asked you, pointing your wrist. Damn, you had forgotten to cover it.
“A tattoo” you answered sheepishly. It was a muggle tattoo and it was a star. Your bones had always cried for the stars. He was amazed and… he was sitting way too close. You could smell his perfume along with his natural scent. You felt dizzy.
“You are distracting me” you admitted looking him in the eyes. Oh, his eyes. Those gray galaxies were holding so many unraveled secret universes. So many things you wanted to know about him.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked you with a cocky smile. You bit your bottom lip.
“I didn’t say that” you whispered, feeling electrified by his presence. He had that much power over you. You lowered your head, trying to prevent your eyes from meeting his. He placed his hand on your face, gently forcing you to do exactly that. Look at him.
“Why do you hate me?” he questioned tenderly. There were no masks or facades. It was him. Just him. His eyes stripped of everything arrogant.
“I don’t hate you, Sirius. I wish I did” you said in small voice. He held your everything and he didn’t even know it.
“What do you mean?” he continued, a bit more concerned this time. You looked away from his face. Okay, it was now or never.
“I liked you”. Oh Merlin, you were really doing it. You had admitted that-
“Liked?” he asked. Was that sadness in his voice?
“Past tense” you simply agreed. You didn’t want him to know you would never get over him.
“Maybe, if you were looking at me when you were saying that, maybe, just maybe I would have believed you” he commented and you knew he was right. You weren’t -
He kissed you. His luscious lips felt like heaven against yours. You instantly brought your hands around his neck, playing with his raven locks. You had imagined this too many times and yet… it felt even better. Maybe because it was real. He tasted like chocolate, mint and smoke. You were too lost to be found. But you didn’t want to be found if being lost felt like that.
When you parted, because you kind of needed the oxygen, you didn’t really know what to say. You knew, however, that you had been blushing like crazy.
“It was actually James that made me realize that I like you. I always liked you and hating you was the only way I thought off to catch your attention and prevent myself from falling at the same time” he spoke gently. You had to blink a couple of times to actually be sure that it wasn’t a dream.
“Maybe you are so afraid to fall in love because you are terrified by the idea that someone will treat you the way you tend to treat yourself” you found yourself responding. You didn’t know that he could ever like you. In fact, you believed that he wouldn’t. Ever.
He looked at you and you forgot to breathe because that was the way you had dreamt of being looked at. That was the very same glance you wished to experience.
“Can I kiss you? I want to kiss you” he said awkwardly. You would have laughed if it wasn’t for his lips, muffling every sound, making your head spin. He bit your lip, asking you permission. Never in your life would you have imagined that he would ask for permission. But you gave it to him. Anything. Fireworks were going off in every cell of your body. He slid his tongue, slightly fighting with yours but you didn’t care; you just surrendered to him. You melted under his touch. You were too drunk off him to stay away or deny him.
“I have to go” you mumbled against his mouth, as you pulled away. He was about to ask you why, but your yawning made him smile and kiss your forehead. You wanted to spend the eternity like that.

  You hadn’t realized you were avoiding him until Remus mentioned it. You were eating dinner and you had sat as far away as possible without being rude. You were playing with your food.
“You know, you don’t kiss someone and then never talk to them again” he said knowingly. Of course he knew. He was a freaking Marauder. They knew everything about each other. You knew it was wrong but what if he never meant it? What if you were one his many? You didn’t want him to break your heart. You were about to answer but a firm arm was wrapped around your waist, pulling you up from your seat and enveloping you in a bone-crushing hug.
Chocolate, mint and smoke.
You were in the middle of the Great Hall but it didn’t matter because he and his intoxicating self, made you feel like you were alone in the world.
“Why are you avoiding me?” he whispered near your ear but his breath fell hot on to your neck, making your pulse accelerate a bit too sudden.
“Don’t break my heart, Sirius. Please” you murmured in a small voice, frightened that if you said it any louder you would realize that it was a dream. He made you look at him.
“I would never, love. Ever” he said sincerely. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
“Hold me. Just for a bit, okay?” you asked him almost pleadingly. You had it bad. Very, very, very bad. He squeezed you tighter to his body and spun you around. You wanted to laugh and to cry out of happiness. And then he kissed you. And you felt as light as a feather.

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Kintsugi (n) ­ The Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with gold

Characters: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 32,683

Warnings: Depression is a constant theme in this story, so if it’s something that makes you uncomfortable then please keep it in mind!

Author’s Note: The Taekook version is now up on AO3 if you’re interested!

Summary: Jungkook never expected to meet her, the girl that shone as bright as a million suns yet carried a darkness so heavy in her heart that it left her soul shattered, scrambling to pick up the splintered pieces and put herself back together again before she fell apart once more. He never expected to meet her, but he did, and he wouldn’t change it for a thing.

Fridays nights were supposed to be a student’s greatest sanctuary – a time for winding down and finally breathing after the weight of a week that seemed to be never ending had been lifted from their shoulders. Some chose to party until they no longer remembered who they were, some chose to have movie marathons until the sun was high in the sky and their eyes were burning from the pixels that were now ingrained in their brains, and some chose to bask in their solitude and block out the world until Monday came around and forced human interaction again. Whatever it was, it was supposed to be that one moment of freedom before reality came crashing down once more.

It was supposed to be relaxing.

It was supposed to be calming.

It was supposed to be rejuvenating.

So what, pray tell, was sitting curled up on the floor against the wall in the hall, shivering in nothing but pyjamas with murderous thoughts as her sole company?

Anything but that.

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