i am so in love with this woman it's not even funny

Here’s the thing.

I am a transgender man (see photo of my mug for context).

I love all trans people and I love non binary people. But lately some of my trans spaces (both on the web and irl) that are mainly non binary have started to feel a little hostile.

I want to make something perfectly clear before I continue - I love and respect non binary people, I think their genders are valid and I am in no way suggesting they are any less important that myself or any other binary trans person. I also need you to understand that this isn’t meant to be a post calling out non binary people at all, it is just me talking about my personal experiences in the hope that it can get people to be a little more considerate sometimes?

In university spaces, it seems that there is a growing population of non binary people that tends to dominate trans groups. Which is good in lots of ways, especially since it shows how this generation has become much more relaxed and aware that gender is a construct and fluidity is key. However, amongst people I know there is a lot of ‘ew gross men’, or 'ew gross trans men that are masculine’, while at the same time being predominantly DFAB populations.

Now trust me, I very much understand the dislike a lot of dfab trans people have of men. A lot of us are survivors and I think that does play a big part in how we feel about the gender overall. Not to mention it is not uncommon for men to be, for lack of a better word- wankers. However, I don’t think people consider trans men when we are talking about this.

Making a comment like 'ew men are so fucking gross’ to a room of trans people means that to a trans man you are saying one of two things - 1) you are gross, or 2) you aren’t gross because you’re not a Real Man, and you are excluded from this statement because you are and always will be, partly a woman. Even now I feel uncomfortable 'complaining’ about this. I have to remind myself that just as suggesting that a trans woman is somehow different to other women would be considered incredibly offensive, so is it for trans men.

I didn’t realise how much this stuff affected me until it did. Constantly being around people that talk about, how body hair on men is gross, masculinity is by default toxic, making jokes about my masculinity being toxic when I excitedly tell people that I’ve started going to the gym and its making me feel better about my body. No, it’s not funny. It’s MY dysphoria I’m trying to ease. I as a trans person want to feel supported and loved when I do things that have a chance of making me feel good about my body.

It hit me like a brick wall when I realised how much it had affected me. I was with my partner, and was trying to have sex, but I just broke down. I felt so incredibly disgusted with my body and myself. So much hair, so masculine. The noises I made, gross. The way I touched him, creepy. I couldn’t get out of my head the idea that later in life he would talk to people about how gross and unshaven I was, just like I had heard friends describe ex boyfriends so many times before.

I felt cheated because these were the changes I WANTED my body to make. But now they felt ruined. Spoiled.
It was after that realisation that I decided I had to get out. I stopped going to some of student socials and instead started attending a group for older trans people. It was so refreshing to meet other trans men for once (just because I rarely meet them at uni, and it was nice to talk to someone similar.) It was awesome to be around people who weren’t shitty about trans people being stealth (as I remember I once was.)

There are some important things to take away from all of this:

1) Telling trans boys and men that they are disgusting for wanting to be like men will only destroy self esteem and feed into the toxic environment that a lot of cis boys grow up in.

2) Non binary people are extremely valid and awesome, but also must accept they have a responsibility to cultivate a supportive and friendly atmosphere in spaces where they are dominant (I put this in here for university spaces especially)

3) Laughing at a trans man/woman for being excessively masc/fem presenting if you are a dfab nb person who mainly presents as fem or androgynous is facetious and not respecting that they may have to present that way to stay safe, (especially in the case of trans women that may be more 'obviously trans’) and that despite suffering prejudice in many ways, the one thing you are not realistically facing is street violence and such because you inevitably are not going to be clocked as trans. (which yes, does NOT make your transness invalid but we have to respect the different struggles people in our community face.)

4) Someone being stealth does not mean they are adhering to 'toxic gender roles’. It means they are either 1) trying to be safe or 2) surprise surprise they want to live their life as the gender they identify with. Trans people are not less legitimately trans because you think they are 'acting cis’.

5) Being a binary trans person does not give you privilege over nb people. Like seriously, trans women are literally the most likely to be murdered. Don’t be a dick. Erasure is a problem yes but it’s not the same. I read names out at the TDOR vigil and pretty much all of them were trans women of colour. Respect that. Help the community. This isn’t about scoring points over who has it the shittiest.

6) The idea that the only good kinda of trans men are 'soft sensitive kinda trans masc guys that don’t have surgeries and shave all their body hair’ is shitty and offensive (tho that kind of trans man is totally valid, that not what i mean). Its shitty because one you’re sexualising them either as more childlike or more feminine (both is rude, former is creepy), but its perpetuating the idea that trans men aren’t really men and the best ones are the ones that YOU think still kinda look suitably enough like women.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I just wanted to say the the gods & monsters series is one of the most wonderful things I've read. I know that some already have Hades in them but could you please do one about Hades and Persephone meeting? That would be amazing, thank you

Apollo comes to her, warm and smiling. He likes her body, its gentle curves, the flawless skin, how it shines with the youth and strength of spring. He is the sun and she is the earth, and it is from his rays that she gains her strength, and it would be expected of them to love each other. The god is golden, from his skin to his hair to his mischievous eyes, and there is not an inch of him that is not as lovely as the rays of sunlight peeking through the leaves.

Kore is not stupid. She knows Apollo does not linger, that she will be a wife in name and little else; he will lie with her and worship her and then grow bored of her.

Hermes comes to her, eyes sharp and hands gentle. He likes her mind, her acuteness, the way she views the world as a gem cutter would a raw emerald. He is wings and air and she is firmly rooted in the earth, she is as far from him as one can be, but his skin and hers are the exact same shade and she finds the shape of his mouth pleasing. She likes the way he considers her his equal.

But Hermes is meant to fly, spends his time carrying messages for Zeus and meddling in things that ought not to be meddled in. He may be a fine enough man, but he’s no husband.

She has two offers – each from powerful gods, each attractive and clever. There’s no reason she should find them both as unappealing as congealed chicken fat, yet she does.

“I do not often find you alone,” a deep, feminine voice says, and Kore suppresses a sigh as she turns to greet the approaching woman. She sits deep in the forest under a blossoming apple tree, but this is not her dominion alone.

“I am not often alone,” she concedes, observing the blood soaked goddess. “I’m assuming none of that is yours?”

Artemis doesn’t have enough hair to toss it over her shoulder, but she runs a hand through it, pushing it out of her face and streaking it copper in the process. “Of course not. I hope you weren’t too attached to the bucks of this forest.”

“Animals are not my concern,” she answers, “Besides, I am the goddess of spring, and therefore am born from death. It would be foolish of me to reject that which bore me.”

“Funny you should say that,” she says, “since all of Olympus is gossiping about how desperately you seek to leave the sanctuary of what bore you.”

Kore raises an eyebrow. Artemis is clumsy with her words, but she supposes the woman has never had a need to be otherwise. There are few as transparently straightforward as the huntress. She smiles, “Perhaps it is more funny, dear cousin, how easily the words prison and sanctuary become entangled.“

Artemis crosses her arms and sucks her lower lips between her teeth. “No,” she says finally, sobering, “I don’t think that’s very funny at all.”

Kore arranges her skirts around her, the green of the thread and that of the grass nearly identical. “If you’re here to plead your brother’s case for my hand, I’m willing to listen.”

The huntress snorts, derisive, and Kore raises an eyebrow. “I would not recommend my brother’s hand,” she says, “There are other parts of his anatomy which leave many satisfied, however, if that falls within your interests.”

“I am a more desirable bride as a virgin,” she answers instead of saying that the thought of touching a man she does not love makes her skin crawl. Artemis laughs as if she just told a joke, but if so Kore is ignorant of the punchline.

She does not know if she could love either Hermes or Apollo, at least not for the eternity that marks a god’s impossibly long life. It would result in a rather lackluster love making, which is presumably their main goal in pursuing her.

She dislikes her options. Behind her is the gilded cage of her mother’s overprotectiveness, and ahead of her lies the gilded cage of a loveless marriage.

“Kore,” Artemis says, frowning, “if – if you are to defy Demeter, you must go someplace that she cannot enter, a place where her magic cannot reach you.”

“Where might that be?” Kore asks dryly, “She is as I am – all that grows from this earth is our domain. Perhaps in the sea I could hide from her, but Poseidon is no friend of mine and has no reason to grant me asylum.”

Artemis shrugs, a wry twist to her lips. She cracks her neck on either side and walks back from where she came, but not before calling out over her shoulder, “I guess there is no such place Kore, goddess of spring, born of death and Demeter.“

Kore is still for a long time, staring at the place where Artemis stood.

Perhaps she is not so clumsy with her words after all.

 ~

Slipping away from her mother’s watchful eye is always monstrous task, even more so since the rumors of her proposals, but she manages. She finds the River Styx and follows it against its current, walking past and through all the warning sign that she’s gone too far, ignores the prickle along her skin as she crosses the threshold from this world to the next.

Almost immediately she comes across a hooded figure standing besides a small boat. “Charon,” she greets confidently. She tries to catch a peek under his hood, but he tilts his head away from her and manages to give the impression that he’s frowning at her even though she can’t see his face. “I need passage across the river.”

“You are not dead, lady goddess,” he says.

She holds out a shiny gold coin, “I can pay.”

“You are not dead,” he repeats, “You may not be ferried across.”

She nearly snaps at him, but instead takes a firm hold on her temper and thinks. Charon did not say she was not permitted to enter the underworld, only that he may not ferry her across. She peeks into the rushing river. It’s so powerful and fast that it churns grey foam and the water itself looks black, or perhaps that is simply whatever lies beneath. She skims her hand across the surface and the skin of her fingertips comes away burned and blistering.

“May I swim?” she asks.

“There are no rules preventing the impossible,” he tells her, but his shoulders stiffen as if he’s grown nervous.

Kore is not nervous. Either she survives and manages to enter the underworld, or she dies and Charon will have no choice but to ferry her across.

She sheds her gown – it will only weigh her down and get in her way. “My lady goddess,” Charon says, and Kore would almost say he sounds panicked. “Please do not –”

She jumps into the river.

It burns all over, white hot pain that makes her want to scream, but she has no interest in discovering what would happen if she were to swallow any of this supposed water. The current fights against her at every turn, and her muscles bunch and strain to not be swept away. It’s improbably difficult, the most difficult thing she’s ever done, but she grasps the edge of the shore with peeling hands and heaves her bloody body unto the ground.

Her entire body is one throbbing wound. Perhaps she should have listened to Charon before diving headfirst into the river, but it’s too late for regrets.

“Are you insane?” a thunderous voice demands, and then she’s being lifted by strong arms until she’s settled against a muscular chest.

She forces her eyes open, and the man glaring down at her has hair the color of the night sky and skin as pale as bone. His nose is long and sharp, his mouth wide and thin. The only bits of colors are his eyes, a green so dark that at first glance they look black. She raises a hand and cups his face, and the water clinging to her doesn’t seem to hurt him the way it hurt her. “Hades,” she says, and everything pains her just as much as before but his skin soothes hers. The skin on her palms comes away healed.

He’s angry with her, but his touch is gentle. There’s not a stitch of clothing on her, but he doesn’t glance or grope, only pulls her against him and uses the sleeve of his robe to clear the burning water from her face. “Yes, insane goddess, I am Hades.”

She had not meant to meet him, only to hide among his realm until she could think of a better plan. But she likes him already, an instantaneous and childish feeling, one she can’t remember having before.

She turns into his chest and lets out a pleased sigh, content to go wherever he brings her.

“They call me Kore.”



gods and monsters series, part vii

MBTI types based on people I actually know

I got this idea off @entjheda and decided to do it based on the people I know!

ISFP

  • You complete me <3
  • Literally we have reverse functions so you need me too HAHA
  • Will cry if made fun of. May not do it in public. But will come home and cry for hours
  • Appreciates other people’s weirdness and accepts them for who they are
  • My lil bbys essentially

ESFP

  • Stop Trying To Beat Me In Sass
  • might be more funny than me what huh who said that
  • Likes to be the Dad Friend
  • Is not always the Dad Friend
  • Pair them with an INTJ I dare I double dare you
  • Up for literally any form of entertainment ever

ISFJ

  • Mom Friend x 100000
  • Somehow always knows what to say to make you feel better
  • Probably uses witchcraft to do this
  • Very very very very very very emotional
  • But bounces back after a hella long time of Coping

ESFJ

  • Gets offended easily
  • “What do you mean you don’t adhere to the social norms”
  • Worries a lot
  • Just wants harmony and peace 
  • Kind of annoying because Fi v Fe but tries to improve always

ISTJ

  • REALLY LIKES RULES
  • gets stressed out when you don’t adhere to the rules
  • Is actually pretty chill (as long as you keep to the rules)
  • Cares so much when you are upset. Will hug you when you are upset.
  • I wish I appreciated you more when you were around tbh

ESTJ

  • Ne. That’s all I’m going to say.
  • Could be the Dad Friend. Gets yelled at when they try to Dad Friend me though.
  • Responsibilities™
  • Will never leave you on your own drunk and dying in a club (but will make fun of you the morning after)

ISTP

  • Problematic Fave
  • Very Problematic Fave
  • Likes the same weird nerdy obscure shit but hides it under layers of Social Skills Inferior Fe
  • Gets embarrassed very easily
  • Is fun to embarrass very easily
  • Pretends not to care but cares a lot 

ESTP

  • Urgh
  • Why are they so attractive
  • And make you feel so special inside
  • But turns out they are Openly Fuckboiz
  • You knew this all along but you still went for it 
  • Pair with an ENTJ and you get a fun spontaneous bromance 

INTP

  • I’ve met a wide range of INTPs going from extremely stubborn fascist to a good very smart no-nonsense friend
  • Great to live with because they are so quiet 
  • Not even sure if they exist properly because so quiet
  • So nerdy but so unashamed
  • BE MORE SPONTANEOUS AND FUN CARPE THE DIEM

ENTP

  • Absolute partner in crime. 
  • Has the sass and the wit, lacks the planning of anything
  • Strong Independent Woman 
  • Snapchat game is almost better than mine 
  • Needs a lot of introvert time though but its ok they’ll be back

INTJ

  • You guys are deep
  • And you spend a lot of time in your room contemplating the univerise
  • Which is great because we reach the same conclusions except I do it through experiencing the world
  • they’re very loyal when they like you
  • and you definitely know when they Do Not

ENTJ

  • I’ve actually never met another one of me 
  • Which is very weird
  • No wait I do have this one female friend
  • Alpha Female ™
  • Very hardworking and studious and smart but will have minor breakdowns if things don’t go according to plan
  • Will Peer Review you 
  • Without you asking

INFJ

  • emo
  • so emo
  • “I can’t hang out today I feel like you deserve so much better friend than me and am contemplating the universe”
  • Very thoughtful and will remember things you said you liked from 3 months ago
  • Will also get you to somehow spill your deepest darkest thoughts 
  • And then disappear into the night because emo

ENFJ

  • ???????
  • where do you find these
  • seriously I know NO ONE of this type
  • NOT ONE
  • I imagine you’re kinda like Zooey Deschanel
  • In which case pls don’t Manic Pixie Girl around me 

INFP

  • Best Friend ™ and Cinnamon Roll ™ 
  • Really really nervous socially
  • But gives A+ emotional advice
  • Very loyal, but wobbles a bit
  • Needs you to protect them at all times
  • Likes romantic comedies

ENFP

  • Other Best Friend ™ and Cinnamon Roll ™
  • Protect them, they’re naive and oblivious - I’m just going to copy this from someone else because it’s TRUE
  • Literally will overlook anything if you are nice to them once
  • Will be a puddle of tears inside if there is conflict
  • Just wants to be loved 
  • Is loved ferociously
Punk (Chap. 2)

Originally posted by kryzx

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 1805

Warnings: Cursing, low-self esteem, chubby!reader x bucky, idk….

A/N:  I hope you like this chapter, for some reason I enjoy it a lot though it’s not much.  I have a three day weekend coming up so hopefully I can continue working on my fics.  Thanks for your patience and I LOVE the feedback :]


 

Natasha Romanov was many things: ace assassin, hotshot hacker, super spy.  Pleasant in the morning?  No. Not one of her virtues. You might as well have poked a sleeping bear with a pointy stick; their reactions were generally the same.  Though the bear was more likely to let you live, come to think of it.  But desperate times called for desperate measures.

 The red head cradled her mug as she shuffled back towards the bed with eyes half open.  You took that as an invitation, though it probably wouldn’t work on vampires, you’d have to remember that should the time come.  You kicked the door shut and plopped onto the bed where a half-naked Clint was slowly entering the world of consciousness.  You signed “good morning” to him once his confused expression grazed from Natasha and back to you.  He grinned puckishly before speaking aloud, “Is it my birthday?”

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I’m almost too lazy to make this post because God it’s just so self explanatory but my loyalty to Temari runs too deep so here goes: 

They did exactly what I called they were gonna do and made her an over aggressive nagging house wive. This is why I complained over and over again three years ago when I saw they had moved her to Konoha because I KNEW someway somehow they were going to subject her character to this. They want her to be Yoshino 2.0 even though that’s NEVER been who she is because “lmao get it Shikamaru is just like his dad! Parallels!!”. They don’t take the time to think about how her character would actually react because none of that matters now - she exists solely to be Shikamaru’s wife. 

Some people are crying “abuse!” at what she did but I don’t really want to go there tbh. It’s very clear that in the Naruto universe things we find abusive are just par for the course. Calling out Temari in this instance would require we call out basically ever other female character which is not realistic. Domestic violence in Naruto is always played for laughs which is obviously fucked up but not something I think it’s fair to fault the characters for as we’re not intended to see it as abusive (even though realistically it is). No, what I really take issue with is the fact that being an overbearing and strict mother/wife is basically all Temari is given to do. 

This woman was born in one of the most fucked up situations of any character we see. He father was a walking human disaster, her mother was dead, and her youngest brother had a nasty habit of slaughtering anyone who looked at him the wrong way. She has always been strong and confident but throughout the series she softens considerably as she learns caring is not a weakness. She is a better diplomat than either of her brothers and remains calm and collected in even the tensest of situations. Her dynamic with Shikamaru has always been one of mutual respect and understanding which is what makes their relationship work so well (and IMO better than any of the canon relationships we got). Yes, Temari is a take no shit kind of person who probably WOULD chastise her son for his pitiful behavior - but not in the way we’re shown. In Boruto her parenting method basically amounted to “I’m just going to hit you and intimidate you until you get the picture and ultimately just end up listening to your cooler nicer wiser dad.” She doesn’t actually say anything of significance to Shikadai at all - that is reserved entirely for Shikamaru as he’s the influential one in their sons life. Temari is just there to be the ol’ ball-and-chain ~what a drag~ mom whose only dominion is the house she is confined to. THEN there’s the fact that Temari refusing to make dinner inevitably meant neither Shikamaru nor Shikadai could eat - as if a grown man could not make his own dinner and HAD to have his wife do it because it’s her domestic ~duty~. This is extra and dramatic but it actually makes me sick that they’re doing this to her. After everything she went through she would have something worthwhile to add to the conversation other than “bah you’re too easy on him I’m going to withhold meals to prove a point!!!”. She doesn’t treat her brothers like this and they’re consistently shown to value her opinion because her opinion is worth hearing. 

Temari played a crucial role in Suna politics prior to the end of the series. She sat on the council and came with Gaara to all the kage summits/meetings. She was one of the best kunoichi in the series just brimming with potential and strength and ferocity. During the war I began to get annoyed with how much they were making her revolve around Shikamaru’s character because after a certain point basically all her dialogue was in relation to him. That’s when I knew things were about to take a hard left turn for shits-ville and boy was I right. In chapter 700 ALL we see her doing is sitting in a house chastising her son and serving her brothers tea before they head out to a kage meeting without her. We don’t get any indication that she’s still affiliated with Suna, hell we don’t even get any indication that she’s still a ninja. In the boruto manga/movie she doesn’t interact with her siblings ONCE and is not with them in the pit with all the other Kage/advisors. I was happy to see she still had her fan but other than that I left highly unimpressed. Now in the anime she is ONCE AGAIN pictured in a house, serving people drinks and nagging away as if that’s all she’s good for anymore. I know it was played as a joke but that’s exactly what makes me so mad - her character has become nothing more than a trope meant to appeal to the lowest common denominator. The nagging housewive angle truly is the lowest hanging fruit but studio peirrot really could not resist could they.

Nevermind the fact that it would have been way funnier had they subverted the whole “why did you marry such a strict woman” thing by having Shikadai side with his mom instead, saying something to the effect of “why did you marry such an unmotivated slacker”. Can we stop treating Temari like she’s just an overly aggressive loaded gun that’s just one mistep away from going off. I mean I genuinely love Shikatema but I do not think the Boruto anime understands Shikatema. Part of me still wishes they just hadn’t got together because they don’t actually feel like “them” when they’re portrayed like this. No one is being respected as a character. 

Anyway all this to say I’m basically done with the Boruto anime now. I might still watch the next couple of episodes because curiosity is gonna get the better of me but emotionally I have severed all connections. It just comes down to the fact that I cannot handle them so grossly mischaracterizing characters that I have loved since I was 11 years old. I actually don’t mind the new gen when they’re on their own but every damn time they show one of the original characters they manage to fuck them up in some way. We see it with Temari, with Naruto, with Yamato, with Sakura. Hell I can’t stand Sasuke and even I’m mad about what they did to him post chapter 699. I am never going to like the new gen characters more than the original cast so if watching Boruto means seeing them get completely decimated then I’m not gonna watch it. Simple as that. Naruto being an absent father is the worst crime but I have no doubt they’ll continue to top that in future episodes. 

swiftiesfanatic  asked:

Amazing imagines!! I love them so much!! ❤❤ I think you've even written enough to start a masterlist soon! If you ever need any ideas/ideas for a rainy day here's a couple. However, please don't feel like I'm expecting you to write all these right now!! It's more of a compiled list of ideas for you if you're having a slow request day/just want to write them -Jealous Betty -Beach day for the gang/Betty in a swimsuit/Jughead in a swimsuit -Bughead napping together -Betty's parents walk in on them

Hey! These are all awesome! I think I’m gonna go with the hickey role reversal for today! Let’s give it a try!
***

School was ending in about a week, and summer was so close Jughead could practically smell the sunscreen and taste the countless milkshakes he would be devouring.
That being said…

It was hot.

And by hot he didn’t mean, warm with a light breeze, he meant crack an egg on it, it was smoking. He was sweating almost all the time and even with the windows open the Riverdale classrooms were boiling. Unfortunately for him that meant his typical wardrobe of flannels and jeans just wasn’t gonna cut it, and he most definitely was not gonna show up to school in one of those ridiculous tank tops with the sleeves cut down all the way to the bottom, he would leave that to Reggie and chuck. Tools.

Anyway, figuring out what to wear, that was still comfortable for him but also kept him cool enough so he didn’t pass out was a struggle. He wasn’t a shorts guy, unless they were bathing suit bottoms and he was at the beach, so he stuck to his jeans, these ones had a few holes so that should help atleast a little, digging in his drawer he pulled out the only light weight t shirt he had, it was a simple white v neck, nothing too crazy, but also something he normally wouldn’t wear without something else to cover it up, at this point he couldn’t care less, it was too damn hot.

“Looking good” he turned with a smile, meeting the eyes of the gorgeous blonde who had come out of nowhere. Okay so maybe there was one positive thing about the heat, Betty’s wardrobe had to adjust accordingly as well and man was he grateful for the tiny dresses that showed off her gorgeous long legs. Today she had on a white sundress covered in pink and red flowers, it skimmed her mid thigh and he fought the urge to run his fingers along the bare skin. As soon as he was about to retort with a witty comeback, her eyes got wide

“Oh my god” she looked horrified.

Whipping around to look behind him, confused as to what had her in such a state of panic she repeated a little more panicky

“Oh my god.”

“Betty? what the hell? What’s the matter?” She seemed to be at a loss for words and suddenly two more of the gang had arrived, both wearing Similar expressions to Bettys.

“What in sexy time?!” Veronica was practically bouncing she seemed so excited.

Kevin was moving his hands to jugheads neck, before he dodged them with a glare

“What are you all talking about.”

Suddenly Archie was rounding the corner zeroing in on Jughead

“Hey ma… hey! Nice hickey dude! Way to go” he slapped a hand to jugheads shoulder, smiling.

“What! What hick..what are you.” He was twisting trying to find the offending mark. He glanced up at Betty who was beet red and was desperately trying to hide her laughter.

“See Betty, I told you. It’s totally normal to give a boy a hickey, That’s so funny, Betty was just asking me about this at our sleepover last week.” Veronica said laughing handing Jughead her hand mirror.

He snatched the mirror and held it up to his neck. Sure enough, there was a purple mouth shaped bruise on his neck. Snapping the mirror shut he shook his head

“Bacon grease, it splattered.”

Everyone eyed him sceptically as Cheryl walked over

“Oh please, like you cook. Just fess up Jughead, who’s the mystery woman?” The redhead asked.

“There’s no one, you’re all nuts.”

The conversation was stopped short by the first period bell.

“Dude, were totally talking about this at lunch,” Archie said grinning

“Duh” Veronica added throwing a wave to Betty, leaving behind Jughead and Betty as Kevin kissed Betty on the cheek before walking off with Cheryl.

There was a moment of silence Betty smirking at her bright red boyfriend

“So… a tshirt today? No flannel.”

He stared at her dryly

“Wait till all of our friends find out what a little minx you are. You won’t be laughing then.”

Betty shrugged, smiling guiltily and turning on her heels to walk the other way , she quickly turned around and added

“No one told you to wear the worlds sexiest tshirt the day after our two month anniversary festivities.”
She winked and practically skipped off.

He slammed his head into the locker gently. She was gonna be the death of him.
**

By the time lunch came around the entire school was talking about Jugheads hickey, the rumors were everywhere,

Jughead was seeing Ethel,

Jughead was seeing a girl from central

And of course, Archie and jughead were a couple (that one was Reggie. Tool.)

Slamming his tray on the table besides Betty, she jumped up smiling and meeting his eyes.

The rest of the gang was already there and they instantly turned the conversation to hickeys.

Cheryl of course instigating it
“Well it has to be someone who’s aggressive, obvi, look at that mark.”

Veronica nodded “agreed. I could never do something that good, and I’ve been told I’m a pretty fiery lover.” She flipped her dark hair , smiling.

Cheryl nodded “and we all know how intense I am, but that’s good, even for me.”

Kevin said something that had Archie practically dying he was laughing so hard.

“And we all know it can’t be Betty, no offense bets but we all kind of agree, your not really the most passionate lover.”

Before Jughead could even think he had opened his mouth “try again, she’s pretty much the definition of passionate.”

Everyone at the table seemed to have stopped time, slowly turning their heads to stare at the pair in front of them. Betty was blushing so hard they thought she might explode and jughead was kind of just lost in his own idiocy.

“B..Betty?” Archie squeaked out.

“No way you’re lying.” This time it was kevin.

And Cheryl and Veronica were just staring, shocked.

Suddenly something in Betty snapped and she turned to Kevin.

“Actually, yes it was me. As quiet as you think I am, I am very very attracted to my boyfriend, therefore sometimes I get carried away. Can we please stop this conversation now.” She stabbed a piece of lettuce with her fork.

The table went dead silent for thirty seconds before all hell broke loose.

“Boyfriend?”
“Carried away?!”
“How long?”
“How did you get it in that shape?”

Dropping her head to the table, she sighed as Jugheads arm came to rest around her shoulder, tugging her into his side.

“No questions, were dating, going on two months. That’s all you’ve gotta know.” The lazy tone in his voice left no room for argument and the table went silent once again.

Squeezing his hand in hers, she smiled up at him. This was far from over and they both knew that, but for right now, their friends were just gonna have to wait. They were happy, and that’s what matters.

Essays in Existentialism: Valentine’s Day

With Valentine’s day coming up, how about a themed Clarke and Lexa story?

The hospital swirled with the quiet steady of patients and doctors, all taking their time getting anywhere at all. Nurses stations filled with deliveries of bouquets and cards and chocolates, while the halls were littered with cardboard hearts and babies with little wings and bows. Reds and pinks of every shade and color turned the fifth floor into a haven of sappiness and commercial love.

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Pros (Ethan x FemReader) fluff

Originally posted by nestorquik

(( gif not mine ))

(A/n): I seriously honest to God love this request a lot

Request: *cough* so, uh… I’ve never requested or suggested anything before. But if you ever feel like it, could you write something where Ethan and the female reader meet at a convention or something and end up liking each other? It’s okay if you don’t want to though! ^_^

Warnings: lmao fluff but I do not believe I swore

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“So, I’m not prepared.” you mumbled aloud.

“Pardon, miss?”

Your eyes flickered to meet with the cabbie’s. Cheeks flushing with sudden realization, you apologized swiftly; claiming to have said nothing of importance.

“Alright,” they smiled back “We’re here anyway, miss. That will have to be ten fifteen, please.”

You offered him a shy smile and gave him a twenty “Thank you, keep the change.”

The driver eased you with a smile of his own and observed you leaving the cab.

You turned to wave him off politely. Shaking yourself back around, you faced a large, modern looking building.

“Vidcon…” you uttered dumbly.

Though you have already joined yourself here twice in the past, it was still a striking experience to be welcomed back.

Being a gaming youtuber certainly did have its pros.

“Okay, okay, check list.” you breathed and readied yourself.

“Wallet; check.” you tapped at your left front pocket.

“Phone; check.” you viewed your right hand.

“Bag?” looking at your messenger bag that crossed your front “Check.”

You began to smile to yourself.

The music that lulled from the large building was similar to a soft jazz with an electro mix. It calmed your nerves a bit.

‘Just go inside before you actually lose anything.’ your inner voice stated.

Shaking your head lightly, you stepped your way up to the large door where many, many people stood. Finding your way to a line you otped to wait for a bit.

Your eyes slipped across many faces and tags, walls and signs. You truly were excited for this convention; your first with a panel.

Gliding your way up to the officials, one politely asked for your day time pass.

You smiled at her and patted both of your back pockets.

Slowly, your expression seemed to drain of its original joy. You quaintly looked back at the woman and chuckled gingerly.

‘I’ve forgotten it…’ your mind hissed sourly.

“Are you a plus one, maybe?” the woman asked again.

You were about to shake your head ‘no’, before someone cut you off at the thought.

“Yeah, mine.” the man that stood directly behind you spoke up.

You didn’t venture here with any other friends and you had not planned on meeting up with anyone else prior to arriving. So the declaration came as a shock.

Your mouth moved on it’s own when you were about to deny the statement but the lady was already beaming warmly at the man and asking for his pass instead.

Spinning your head around you briefly locked eyes with him before he pushed you forward, not being able to take in his look fully.

“I told you to wait for me, idiot.” he said funnily.

“Wait, but-”

“I should get you a leash.” they laughed.

The boy nudged you all the way inside the Vidcon building. Then he stopped abruptly. You took this as an opportunity to finally turn and view him.

So you turned and there he stood with a stupid smile. He was clad in a light blue t-shirt with a lapis blue collar. His thin black jeans were cuffed at the ends to show white Chuck Taylor’s.

And his hair, was blue.

“Sorry about that.” he admitted.

“You realize you just payed for my whole day, right?” You mumbled, looking him directly in the eyes.

He smiled “Yeah, make sure I didn’t waste my money?” he joked right after.

“I- no of course not!” laughing nervously, you continued “Thank you very much.”

“Don’t mention it!”

“I am a youtuber though,” you chuckled “I have a panel today.”

“Oh! I hope to see it then,” he chanced a bigger grin “My name is Ethan.”

You struck out your hand for him “(Y/n).” lips contorting into a smile.

Ethan shook it heartily.

Eventually, you both parted ways with warm goodbyes. You hoped to face him again sooner or later, but as of right now you need to prepare for your panel.

❆   ❆   ❆

“Alright, okay, shush!” you laughed into your hand mic.

Your audience of fans quieted soon after your demand and you continued with thanking them. You told them that you were going to start with a small Q&A. The funny kind.

“If you don’t ask it in a funny voice, you don’t get an answer from me.” you declared.

Pushing back some of your (h/c) hair, you beamed at some of the hilarious voices that were strewn out during the event.

“Am I excited for one million? Ah, no, of course not. That’s a stupid question.” you scoffed. The crowd rippled with common laughter.

“Okay~! One more.” you chuckled.

Pulling your hand up, your eyes raked over the people in front of you. Finding it difficult to pick, you sighed dreamily into your microphone. Though, soon your eyes landed upon a mess of blue. Ethan.

You let your pointed finger drop on his raised hand as you face danced with familiar happiness.

Ethan coughed to begin with before a gruff voice parted his lips “Ah, are you usually forgetful?”

Head falling back with laughter, you fans seemed confused at first, but then actually recognized him.

They started to chat his name.

You laughed even harder and his face flushed with a contrast to his hair, and shirt.

“Guys, shh! Shhh! I had to sneak away from Tyler and Mark to get here!” The blue haired boy cried.

The large auditorium was charmed with even more laughter. Then, you answered.

“Yeah, I would say that I am. It’s a bummer that I can’t have more people like you around me that pay for my entire day though.”

The audience erupted with ‘awwwe’s and Ethan chuckled, scratching his neck with a dopey smile.

“That’s really all the time that I have! Thank you tons for coming out to see me, had I hope to see you all next year!”

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You left the back of your panel stage with a small smile. You went through one of the side exits right to the main ground.

You hoped to walk around a bit and see all the other booths and maybe meet up with your corresponding youtube friends.

“(Y/n)!”

The voice came suddenly, but you still recognized the tone to be Ethan. The smile of your face slipped into an even larger one.

“Ethan!” you called back jokingly.

Ethan met you halfway and looked at you with a goof smile plastered to his lips.

“You did great up there.” he laughed, viewing your eyes.

“Hey thanks, you made it worth it.”

Ethan’s smile never faltered as he spoke again, though his eyes did shift nervously.

“I was coming to ask if you might want to join Mark and I up on our own panel!” he blurted “I mean- of course you don’t have to, you probably are tired from just doing yours but I just thou–”

“I sure will.” you said.

“Really?” he dazed, sounding like an excited child.

“Only if afterwards you join me for coffee. I’ll pay.” you challenged, offering him a charming smile.

“Deal.” Ethan agreed.

Being forgetful certainly did have its pros.

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(A/n): W o w,  how  c h e e s y

Studio Ghibli & Mr. Miyazaki starters

- suggested by Anonymous and pulled from various films/sources

  • “You cannot alter your fate. However, you can rise to meet it”
  • “A heart’s a heavy burden”
  • “I’ve got something I want to protect - it’s you”
  • “I think we ought to live happily ever after”
  • “Once you’ve met someone, you never really forget them. It just takes a while for your memories to return”
  • “It will protect you. It’s made from the threads your friends wove together”
  • “Nothing that happens is ever forgotten, even if you can’t remember it”
  • “We need to find our own inspiration. Sometimes, it’s not easy”
  • “I make friends, then suddenly I can’t bear to be with any of them”
  • “Here’s another curse: may all your bacon burn!”

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SnK Chapter 93 Poll Results

The chapter 93 poll closed with 1,143 entries. Can I start with a wow? With so many responses, this is going to be a long one.

RATE THE CHAPTER
(1024 responses)

The Marley Files continue to grow on us. 77% of respondents rated Chapter 93 very highly.

Best chapter I’ve ever reviewed in a while. I hope next month will deliver heavy stuff.

My Jaeger reunion hype was amplified by 3000 eggplants after this chapter

Loved the diversity in the new characters. Riener is so torn mentally & emotionally. I believe few more pages on the warrior are still needed before getting back to Paradise. I sense a glimpse of hope in escaping a doomed end. somebody will live & achieve freedom. who? hard to tell.

Everybody has different opinions about the plot, but I do not think anyone can argue about the art. Love this manga. Want to see Levi again!

I never imagined I could love these characters even more. Now I do. Bravo Isayama-sensei, I never felt so hyped for this chapter for the longest time!

Stop trying to make these new kids happen, Isayama. It’s not going to happen.

My interest in the manga is reaching an all time low with this focus on Marley. And it looks like we’ll still be there next month. I’m so done.

I haven’t minded these recent chapters, but I haven’t felt like I enjoyed them since its a virtually unknown cast. I did however enjoy chapter 93!

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So showed coworker my new tattoo. He’s got full sleeves and was like “Awesome!” but also said “huh. And surprising. Wouldn’t have expected you to get a trek tattoo.”

And I said, “well it has a lot of meaning for me” and he said cool, will have to tell me sometime when we aren’t holding up the line at lunch.

And it was weird as a statement but then I reflected I don’t always express my geeky interests. He doesn’t know. He knows I was fangirling SWTOR and dresssed as Rey for halloween but didn’t know about how I watched TOS as a wee little Aylaa who of course liked Uhura because she was the girl. Who thought spock and kirk were funny because I could understand the 1960s style production as slapstick comedy and missed the groundbreaking aspects.

He didn’t know I discovered TNG in 5th grade. He didn’t know how much I liked Deanna because her hair was flawless and she sat on the bridge and was kinda and embodied all the caring I did not get from my peers, or Beverly because she was a doctor and awesome or Tasha because she kicked ass. He didn’t know that I liked Wesley because he was me- the too-smart kid who often saw issues with what adults did. but unlike me, Wesley was given agency and respect. He was wish fulfillment and I was at the age he was intended for. It was heartbreaking to grow up and go online and find that “everyone hated Wesley.” I didn’t. He was me.

He doesn’t know that when Voyager came out I could see myself again in Kathyrn Janeway and in Torres and later in Seven. He doesn’t know that I found my voice telling relatives “Yeah so, I’m into star trek. and Scifi. And babylon 5 and the matrix. Can you maybe not give me clothing or guess at what I want? I’d really like a subscription to Star Trek Magazine or trek or star wars books.” And that when I found my voice, I asked for Star Trek.

He doesn’t know that in Trek I found Hope and understanding and celebration of differences. I found a humanity no longer at war with itself - because in 3rd grade we went to war in iraq and kuwait, there was war in the balkans, there were terrifying things all over. A post-scarcity society where money didn’t matter - because money was a finite, hard to acquire resource that allowed you to have a leisurely lifestyle and enabled you to go on vacations or get the things you wanted and a lack of which had turned my father into a 6-days-a-week workaholic because he had a family and employees relying on him. Status was gained by how well you do the thing you love, not by looks or by ownership. Learning was valued. Discovery was valued. Exploration for its own sake was of value. Science was good.

Star Wars gave me the Black and White of Good and Evil. The simplicity of the heroes Journey with robots and lasers as a skin. Babylon 5 gave me a future where we’ve gone to the stars… and met ourselves. Where Humanity is one of many races and when we get to space, we still want mom’s lasagna. it was real but forward thinking. Still hopeful but scrappy. Stargate gave me humanity holding on to the rollercoaster by our fingernails, with pluck, determination and teamwork we survived. I loved these science fiction shows but Got something very different from each and I loved the variety.

But Trek gave me Hope. Even when they went to war, it was about being better than ourselves in an honest and not jaded way. Trek was there first.

He only knows that we worked professionally on a Trek-related product for a few years. It was a job to him and he thought it was okay. I was a fan. I don’t think he understood that.

He doesn’t know what Kathryn Janeway meant to me, a female geek, seeing a woman, a scientist, leading a crew. He doesn’t know that TNG got me through the end of Elementary school and the beginning of middle school when children were cruel. He doesn’t know that Voyager saw me through the transition from middle school to highschool and then into the beginning of college. He doesn’t know that I, and many other freshmen, went hunting for a TV in the dorms those first few weeks of college because Voyager was ending. He doesn’t know we sat together and watched them come home. He doesn’t know about me dragging my entire family to Philly so I could go spend the weekend at a convention and meet most of the cast of Voyager. He doesn’t know it was *my* ship and I chased the perfect season for seven years and while I never found it, I treasure the characters and my fan experiences. He doesn’t know that I am collecting the cast’s autographs on my copy of Endgame II (Beltran is the one I am missing).

He doesn’t know of the friends I have made because Star Trek was a shared love. He doesn’t know I have a group of lifelong people I can always go back to, because we were on a Trek/Wars BBoard RPG. He doesn’t know I have met many other wonderful, fantastic and creative people, most women like me!!! Who Like Scifi!!!!!!! He doesn’t know I started writing long-form fiction beginning with Voyager fanfic. He doesn’t know Trek books got me through when I was too young for “adult novels” but hated the YA offerings of the early 90s. He doesn’t know it was where I found I had a voice. He doesn’t know when children were cruel, Deanna was kind, Torres was tough and Seven was smart. He doesn’t know.

Yes, I love star wars and babylon 5 and Stargate. And I have met people through those and was impacted by my love of those as well.

But Trek was first. 

I’ll always have the friends I’ve made. I’ll always have the time I worked on the Trek property I did. That is something that isn’t going to change. So that is why I got the starfleet symbol, Coworker dude.

Edit: Edited to add more because Voyager….. Voyager <3

Sparks Fly

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*Requested

Imagine: In 1919, while looking for ripper Stefan, who went missing nearly a year ago, you have a very pleasant meeting with one the oldest vampires in existence: Klaus Mikaelson. 

Warnings: slight smut, bad words and, oh, well, it’s a vampire imagine, there’s gotta be a little blood. haha

N/A - Not quite as you requested, but I hope you like the same way, anon. :) Also, you guys could read this while listening to Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift. I heard it repeatedly when I was writing this one. 

Word Count: 2326 

Dear Damon,

I am aware of the promise I made to sent you a letter every month, so you know that I’m alive, but things have been a bit messy lately. Moving from one place to another has not given me much time to write; actually, my only true focus is finding our brother and getting him back to his oldself. Perhaps I’ll be able to do that here in New Orleans, which, by the way, is a wonderful city. You should be here to see the night lights and cheerful dances.

Oh, shucks! That reminded me I have got to meet up with my friend Lexi in twenty minutes at this famous pub. Apparently, the Original family is here (yes, the one who created all other vampires) and goes there every evening, she thought it would be a cool way to blow off some steam while we don’t find Stefan.

She might have a solid point.

Well, I will not extend myself, for I have to leave, however, don’t worry about me, everything is fine and I got the feeling this it. So, soon enough, we’ll be joining you in Paris.

I miss like crazy those cold winter days…

Anyway, kisses and hugs to you from your loving sister

                                                                                                    Love you,

                                                                                                                      Y/N.


You dropped the exquisite pen on the table and sighed, thinking that what you were telling him was more than enough. Sure Damon would be pleased to hear you were still breathing, because, in his mind, chasing emotionless Stefan was dead end job. Not that he was wrong, but you were never the kind of girl who would leave someone behind, especially if that someone was your own flash and blood.

“Y/N Salvatore!” A voice cut through the silence of your house. “I can’t believe you’re not ready yet.”

“Hey, Lexi.” You smiled and stood up, moving smoothly towards the majestic mahogany wood wardrobe. “I completely forgot we were supposed to go out tonight! That’s why I’m not…”

“Don’t make excuses!”

“I’m not making any.” This time an angry huff slipped, as you diverted your eyes to the well hung dresses, not being sure which one you were going to pick.

The blonde woman, who was with arms crossed against the wall next to your door’s bedroom, rolled her eyes and cave in, as usual, approaching to help you get dressed. She always had a good eye for those stuff, making anyone advised by her look hauntinly fabulous.

A short time later, after your friend decided what was suitable for the place, you stared yourself in the mirror, feeling ready to steal any man’s heart because the baby pink gown you had on highlighted your every curve, also giving an insinuating gleam to your once innocent traits. Absolutely perfect to a girls night out.

“We should go.” Lexi blurted out, after checking on the huge clock placed in one corner. “It’s getting late.”

“I’m sure that doesn’t matter” Your reply was gentle, as you worked on your Y/H/C wild curls. “But if it means that much to you, we can go now. And, maybe, we’ll find Stefan there, or at least a lead on his whereabouts.”

“Oh no.” The girl rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “We’re shutting off the ‘get my baby brother back’ thing for a night.”

“Lexi!”

“Shush. Don’t argue with me.” Now her index finger was pointed sharply on your face. “And listen: I know you love him and that he is very important. However, not everything is about Stefan. Or Damon. You are your own person, so live a bit and enjoy the pleasures of life.”

Somehow, you were not able to shout out a rude response. Instead, after a couple of minutes, you exhaled tiredly and nodded, agreeing that she was right. Lexi squeezed the nude skin of your shoulder and you glanced at her, finding her so sweet and so comforting brown eyes.

“Can we please have some fun now?”

“Sure, blondie.”

“Now that’s the Y/N I know.”

You two shared a quick laugh and left the cosy pension room, going to your natural habitat: the darkness.

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Million Dollar Man

+Request: harry smut with harry as ur boss who’s been flirting with you and you’ve been teasing him a lot but u two haven’t had sex bc u know people would talk if they found out, but then he makes a really risky move that makes u change ur mind 

 A/N: Hey guys back with another imagine. I hope you guys like it because I worked super hard on this. I would love so much if you guys would leave feed back and tell me what you guys think of it. love you all and thank you! 

This one shot I based a bit off of and even named it from the original song called Million dollar man by Lana Del Rey. Go check out the song its so good, one of my favorites by her. 

 Working with Harry wasn’t as bad as it all really seems. Yes he may be strict and yes he may yell a lot but I just know that when you have to work with people that sometimes are idiots and don’t wanna do their work it is hard not to come off as a prick. Harry was a very smart man, he knew what he was doing and how to really become successful. I’ve only been working with Harry for about 3 months, it isn’t that long for you to base your perspective off of someone you barely know. But all of that aside, I has a crush on my boss. 

 He is so tall and strong and beautiful long curly hair. I just wanna run my hands through his hair and hear him moan to how good it feels. But there are a lot of other things I wanna do to him to hear him moan. I just wanna crawl under his desk and pull down his pants and suck his cock. I wanna hear him moan out my name so loud and to place his hand on the back of my head and push me down farther. I wanna look up and stare at his face while this is going down and see him roll his eyes back in his head and plead for more. I want him to finish in my mouth and to feel his cum run down my throat. But hes my boss so it would never happen.

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Creepypasta #1061: Jenny

Length: Long

I work in a school that is over a hundred years old. We nicknamed it the Frankenschool because every time they built an addition it was like they slapped a brick box against a wall. The original school was in the centre and the additions enveloped around it. Some rooms are taller than others, some have curved walls, and some have windows that lead to nowhere. Think the Winchester mystery house only in school form.

My room was in the newest addition, which was built in 1976. It was a large, bright room that had great airflow which is important when it’s June and you are stuck in a solid brick building that is just collecting heat.

I was with the littlest kids, the babies of the school. The ones on their own for the first time. Usually they were a sweet bunch. A few nightmares here and there but, for the most part great kids from a small community.

The kids always joked that our room had a ghost. They named her Jenny. She was a nice ghost and whenever toys or crayons would go missing they would always blame Jenny. When they played in the house area, Jenny was always their mom. They would pretend to make cookies for Jenny, they would set the table for an extra spot for her. One day a group came over and told me it was Jenny’s birthday. I made a birthday crown for her and we made a pretend cake out of play-doh and sung her Happy Birthday. Jenny was loved by all the kids. 

After my first year in my room, I assumed that Jenny would be a thing of the past. The imaginary friend would become a fond kindergarten memory for my former students. That she was just something that group made up as a game.

The next October after a few weeks of getting to know my new group of little ones, they tell me about their new friend, Jenny. The cycle began again and it never went away. Every year the new kids tell me all about Jenny. They adore this imaginary girl. I’ve come to accept that Jenny is just part of our room.

So you might be wondering why I’m sharing this story here. It’s just a cute kindergarten tale of an imaginary girl. That’s what I thought until today. Today our school celebrated its 125th anniversary. We had a huge open house and invited the community in. We had a BBQ, the local museum came and shared archived photos, and we gave an award to the oldest living alumni, a 94 years old who started at the school in 1928 when he was 6. His name was Earl and to be honest, he was more than half dead. He sat slumped in his chair, slept most of the time and his family said he was lost in a sea of dementia.

Staff members were asked to stay in our rooms and allow visitors to tour our rooms and ask questions. The day was going great. I saw lots of old students. Some were even starting college! My, how my babies have grown! The funny thing is that every former student asked about Jenny. I was surprised that they still remembered her. A small group of former students gathered in the house centre, all different ages and shared their favourite Jenny memories. It was a sweet moment.

Later in the day a woman in her early 60’s came into my room. She walked around with amazement and awe. She told me that this used to be her room in the 80’s. She loved working with the little kids so much and she even pointed out little features in the room like the chunk missing from one of the cubbies was when a little boy brought a little saw for show and tell and he wanted to show his friends how it worked and he sawed a chunk out of his cubby. Or the paint marks on my old worn out desk were from when the kids painted a bunch of boxes for the spring play. We shared a bunch of laughs and then she looked at me with a twinkle in her eye.

“Is Jenny still here?” she asked.

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boyfriend!johnny
  • annoying
  • so annoying you wonder how you even manage to date him sometimes
  • you introduce him to people as your “significant annoyance”
  • boy does he test your patience
  • and boy does he do it often
  • teases you constantly about your height
  • puts things on high shelves so you can’t reach
  • watches you suffer
  • calls you short while you attempt to get it
  • “shut up johnny I am average height !!!”
  • “since when is average height 3’5” dwarf”
  • “I will end your life tree man !!”

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Love on the Brain, LMM/Reader

Prompt: You and Lin toe the line between best friends and soulmates.

Words: 2,533

Author’s Note: Good lord it’s been awhile, right? Took heavy inspiration from this lovely video of Lin kissing in 200 Cartas which is basically the reason I am alive today (and my lovely wife @alexanderhamllton​ gif’d here).

Warnings: Nothing? If there’s anything please tell me.

Askbox | Masterlist


You had had friends all your life. A giggly group of girls to cling to all through elementary school. A little clique in the back corner of high school classrooms. Intellectuals you could have stimulating conversations with over top ramen in your college dorm.

You moved from friend group to friend group seamlessly, never getting past surface level knowledge of each of them. You rarely found one person you could spend an unending amount of time with. And you thought this would last your entire life - you had come to the conclusion that best friends or soulmates just weren’t for you.

Then in waltzed Lin, frantic and messy and completely out of your comfort zone that you couldn’t help but feel that unfamiliar pull. He was funny and charming and the kind of artsy cute that would have made a younger you scoff.

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I needed a Danvers Sisters scene after last nights episode since we’re likely not going to get one.

So I wrote one.


Part of the Family by BridgetteIrish


Kara pounded on Alex’s door.  “Alex, let me in.”  There was no response.  She shifted the donut box and coffee holder to her other hand and tried the doorknob.  Locked.  Alex never locked her door.  “Alex, your bike is parked out front, I know you’re still here.”  She knocked again.  “I’m sorry,” her words caught in her throat and she forced them out through hot tears.  “Alex, I’m sorry.  Please, just talk to me.”  She was tired of crying.  Tired of being wrong, of being right, of being responsible.  She wanted her sister back, like it was before.  Before everything had changed.  “Please,” she whispered.

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2nd survey statements!

Took awhile, but…here are the statements! Once again, they are organized by type for your convenience. Enjoy!

*Also, I just wanted to say thanks to everyone who participated in the survey. I was really happy with everyone’s responses, and it just goes to show how annoying MBTI stereotypes can be.

INFP

~Having intense emotions does not make us irrational crybabies. It does, however, make us highly analytical of everyone around us. Also, Fi is not necessarily selfish! Stop assuming we only care about our own feelings, because that is just so not true. In fact, Fi actually allows us to understand and analyze the emotions of others on a deep level since we’ve done it so many times to ourselves. We are not selfish - we just internalize our emotions!

~INFPs are always represented as really open minded and kind, but a lot of most of my INFP friends (and I have a lot) are some of the most judgemental people I know (I’m so sorry for being salty!!)

~We’re not really as soft and fluffy as many think we are

~I’m an INFP, and we’re often types as pathetic, whiney sad sacks. That may be true for some, but not all. I am a cheerful person, and people often say I’m quite funny! Enough with the puddle of tears already!

~INFPs are represented as creative types, but many INFPs find their strengths in the art of academics.

~I Ann an INFP and I wish people wouldn’t think we’re just selfish. Yes, staying true to our values is extremely important to us and we must frequently check in with ourselves but I also love to give and encourage self honesty and introspection with others. Also the weak stereotype thing upsets me sometimes don’t get me wrong I don’t enjoy fighting one bit but if it’s out of defense whether it’s someone I love or a barrier I have I’ll fight til the end.

~INFP-good at planning; can be pretty outgoing

~Infps don’t cry all the time! We are often consider weak but we are not. What makes infps so strong is their ability to be idealistic, focus on the brightside, no matter what traumatic things they have been through or selfish people they have seen. Also they have the ability to make logical decisions based off of moral codes.

~We aren’t doormats nor unable to be organised

~This emo/crybaby trope is getting old. Yes, we have emotions. No, we don’t cry every time we see a dead ladybug, nor do we moan about how lonely we are 24/7. 

ENFP

~I like making people happy because I can’t seem to make myself happy. I figure the best I can do is make others feel good so they don’t ever feel the emptiness I feel sometimes.

~I like making people happy because I can’t seem to make myself happy. I figure the best I can do is make others feel good so they don’t ever feel the emptiness I feel sometimes.

~Just because we act ‘childish’ doesn’t mean we’re 'stupid’ or 'naive’

~I think that enfp is often misrepresented as 'dumb but sweet’. I have many enfp friends who are very smart, and quick thinkers. The intp stereotype of being a robot is pretty easy to recognize as false, but we (and entps) aren’t ALWAYS making puns or ALWAYS forgetful and disorganized. Yes it is true we can be oftentimes but pretty much all types are just generalized.

~ENFP (my type): often displayed as lovey dovey cuddly types that are very scatterbrained and directionless. However, while we’re enthusiastic, vibrant, and have great people skills, we struggle revealing our own emotions and can be very private about things. In addition, we’re not always cheery- many can appear a little more cold and aloof but still retain that “magnetic” quality ENFPs have.

~I’m an ENFP and what I’d like others to understand about our type is that when we put out minds to something we are the most driven people you’ve ever seen! Also, were not dumb… that’s a common one, we just learn a little differently.

~I think ENFP are extremely empathetic to a fault, in danger often because of it, way more introverted then they are that to be obviously still extroverted though, and vastly more intuitive and intelligent, and absolute at inauthenticity of any kind

INFJ

~Every type has their own unique set of strengths and weaknesses, but INFJs tend to be broadcast as perfect.

~just because an infj doesn’t always easily let people in doesn’t mean they don’t want to with all their might

~I’m an infj, I think often my type is misrepresented as very openly emotional. While that can be on occasion, it is more characteristic of, say, the infp. Most infjs aren’t in tune with their own emotions and we can be emotionally immature because of this. Thanks for reading!

~In terms of INFJ I feel like people think we care so much and on some level we do but often I’m just exhausted and being nice for the sake of it/because I don’t know anything else, not because I enjoy it.

~I think infjs are given a bad wrap. Theyre talked about as if they are all unhealthy or completely negative and stuck in their ways and are portrayed to be unable to hold down a friendship. This is of course completely off and many/most infjs are some of the most kindhearted understanding people around.

~INFJ. I want people to understand that I just can’t live just for my self cause I care more about other people.

~I am an infj, and everything that I read and see about my type always mentions how much we care about other people and their feelings/problems. We are seen as one of the more empathetic types probably because of higher Fe. While this conclusion might make sense in theory, I think that Ni gets in the way of that pretty often. People need to remember that the cognitive functions work with each other, not independently meaning my Fe might not work the same way as someone with dominant Fe (enfj or esfj). Even if their Fe is auxiliary like mine, their dominant function might cause its manifestation to be quite different. Naturally, I have not met many other infjs in person, but I do have one really close friend who shares my type. He agrees with this statement that we are not all that overtly caring individuals. Rather, we have come to a conclusion that Fe tends to give our Ni some data to work with. It’s funny, the definition of empathy is that you can easily understand and feel what others are feeling, but this somehow happens in an extremely detatched manor. For example, I find it exceedingly easy to read people and know what they are feeling, how they will react, what’s bothering them, etc. However, I don’t actually care all that often. It’s a phenomenon that my infj friend and I constantly kind of joke about. I realize of course that this could simply be an isolated case where two infjs just happen to use their functions in this way, but I thought it was worth mentioning. What I said earlier about functions working together is very important though. Everything is relative, there is no isolation, there are no coincidences.

ENFJ

~I am an enfj and isrespect of myself and others is just something that poses my buttons as well as other enfjs i know. I would also like people o know that enfjs are cabab l e if being manipulative but at least for me in terrified of being manipulative as it would hurt people and be selfish. Which i think is an interesting contrast between the dark and light of an enfj

~my type is enfj, and the biggest stereotype for us is that we just don’t get nervous about publicly speaking or socializing at all. We’re just care free and social, which is true, but people don’t realize that we do in fact get nervous. Its human.

~This may just be me but as an ENFJ, I see a lot of 'motherly instinct’ posts despite having no interest in children or really any such instincts??

~ENFJ-usually only represented as a mom friend always trying to take care of people. ENFJs have huge dreams and personalities. No one seems to talk about that side of us. Maybe because if you’re not close enough to an ENFJ you may not realize this, but it seems like it should be represented more.

INTJ

~we are fun and we have emotions and we’re not just sarcastic little hermits! :)

~I’m an INTJ, and people always associate coldness and sassiness on this type. In fact, INTJs can be in touch with their feelings, since Fi is third in their cognitive functions stack. If an INTJ believe that it’s okay to be nice to other people (due to Fi) they can act as an INFJ in the eyes of others. I just want to conclude that not all INTJs are acting stereotypically, sometimes they just have another well-developed functions that makes them act differently based on their stereotypes.

~Please don’t think all INTJs are cringy ass edgelords who talk like Marvel villains.

~INTJs are said to be extreme neat-freaks, but most of the INTJs I know are actually pretty messy (but I don’t mind!)

~INTJs are extremely loyal, caring and committed towards those they love and respect. They don´t always know how to show it but their love runs deep and if you violate that love it hurts them like hell.

~INTJ - I’m not always shut off and reserved. i have my social and loud moments, even with strangers (just not on a deep level)

~Hey ! First of all, English isn’t my native language, so I apologize if I make some mistakes. So, let’s start. I’m an INTJ woman, and I praise everyday people to understand that before being an INTJ, I’m human… I have emotions ! I can cry, scream, love people around me… There is so many clichés about MBTI types, not only mine (cause ENTJ aren’t dictators, ESFp aren’t labradors, IFP aren’t crying babies…). Please, stop clichés ! (Preach!)

~INTJ-We actually have feelings! We’re not on a Vulcan level or even Spock, even though we don’t always show it (or choose to show it) we do actually feel very deeply.

~As an INTJ, I think people often forget our sensitive, creative side. INTJs are not cold robots! We love our friends and family, and often times are very interested in the arts.

ENTJ

~I’m an ENTJ,and most of the times people find me extremely arrogant and rude. They feel scared of talking to me and feel like I’m an asshole. I’m just as good as any other person.ENTJ people are not always rude and arrogant unless and until you irritate them with your lethargy

~ENTJs are often represented as emotionless. This is untrue. Everyone has emotions; it’s the way we handle them that matters. As an ENTJ, it is most important to me to be able to discern when revealing my emotion works to my advantage or disadvantage. So yes, if I see it as useful, I do reveal what I’m feeling.

~Not all ENTJs are overly aggressive, inconsiderate of others’ feelings, and immoral.

~Everyone assumes we are cold hearted, money-making-maniacs, with no feelings. On the contrary we do have feelings, lots of the, we just are bad at showing them! We also are very bad at taking emotional clues and can be very upfront. Sorry if we offend you!!

INTP

~I feel like most people think INTP’s enjoy math and science. It’s a common pattern with our type, but quite honestly, I’m awful at math.

~I’m an INTP and I want people to understand that an important part of an INTPs personality is creativity. We’re always represented as academic, logical people with no room for creative self-expression, but this stereotype just isn’t true!

~INTP here. Much of my “intelligence” is falsified, in the sense that sometimes I’m making projected leaps without having even considered the conclusion.

~INTP: I have fairly developed Fe even though I’m an INTP. I can read people and situations and decrease stress within a group of people with a joke. I just don’t know how to respond in normal conversation or if someone needs to be comforted.

~That we are not always cold and that even though we sometimes hate people we do like to be around people we consider likeable ~INTP

~I am an INTP. I have this weird theory in my head that INTPs feel emotion as strongly as other types, if not more strongly, but we don’t know what to do with all of that non-logic business. So we do the classic INTP “bottle it up, robot” sorta thing. So then we just feel everything inwardly and don’t express it to anyone, and that’s why we give off the impression that we’re cold and impassive robots.

~INTPs so are definitely not always passive-aggressive. I get revenge swiftly.

ENTP

~I think ENTPs are misrepresented when people say they have no empathy skills, all the ENTPs I know have a very good capability of understanding others’ feelings, they just often choose to ignore this ability slightly.

~ENTP is my type. One of the only problems I have with the stereotypes of it is that we can be super great in making friends. I make maybe future friends but they are never fully my friends though it could be depending on my enneagram (6w5) but my Fe is weak and so is my Fi and Si/Se.

~ENTPs aren´t necessarily loud, annoying or always out to get people. They can be intensive when it comes to their dearest interest but in general most ENTPs are more easygoing and calm than people give them credit for.

~ENTP female : I have write this with a very heart that the dynamics of entps set tardiness responsibility organisational skills are exhausting to us; the inferior si fucks us up; and our ne might make us look chaotic but you can trust us 1000% ;we might not set in your box now and probably ever dont expect us to act maturely or be responsible and as whole dont lose hope on us

~I’m an ENTP, and I feel like Fe is either not shown at all or shown to much when describing our type.

~ENTPs are often perceived as inconsiderate and cunning. Let me tell you that they are the sweetest shits ever (wow that came out weird). They would sit by you all day as you rant about whatever and they just say some deep stuff off the top of their heads that somehow actually calms you down. it’s great :)

ISFJ

~there’s a sort of misconception that we’re pushovers/weak since we like to make decisions that will benefit others but my isfj grandmother (and me too I guess!) was one of the stubbornest, most headstrong people I’ve ever known when it came to her morals and her loved ones.

ESFJ

~ESFJ are often represented as shallow and petty. As an ESFJ, I say that this is far from the truth.

ISFP

~ISFP seems to be a type that is often very heavily stereotyped. As with every stereotype, there are always some cases in which they hold true, however there are a few key stereotypes that I’d like to point out that aren’t universal. 

1) Not all ISFPs are artists. Due to their dominant Fi and auxiliary Se functions, they often express a strong appreciations for aesthetics as well as emotional depth. Because of this it’s true that art can be a great medium of self-expression for this type, allowing an aesthetic emotional outlet. However it is not the only career/hobby that can be enjoyable to this type. Feeling a strong connection to nature, they can often be found doing outdoor- or animal-related work. Surprisingly enough to some, many science-related jobs are often taken up by this type as well, such as various type of therapy, medical work, and more. It all depends on the individual and their unique interests. 

2) Not all ISFPs are rebellious. Being an introverted type, it’s not uncommon for them to be seen as lone wolves. Additionally, they are often seen as “different” and ones to separate themselves from the crowd due to an often-high sense of individualism. However, a very common trait demonstrated by this type that may contradict said stereotype is a strong desire to avoid conflict. If the desire to rebel against “the system” or someone important to them creates too much upset, it may be overridden by their will to keep the peace. Again, it depends on the individual. 

3) Not all ISFPs are obsessed with their appearance. Referring back to their aesthetic appreciation, looking their best can be an appealing and/or satisfying means of self-expression for this type. Being perceivers, however, they tend to live in the moment and prefer to do what “feels right” at the time, so if they don’t feel like putting in the extra effort to give their appearance that refined edge, they simply won’t do it. Not feeling the need to blend in with the crowd, they may not place a whole lot of emphasis on what others think of them and their appearance, knowing their opinion of themselves matters more, as does their rich inner life (which is not simply exclusive to intuitives, another common stereotype/misunderstanding). *These are solely my own observations and opinions, and are not by any means fact. Additionally, they are all variable and dependent on the individual, NOT universal to all ISFPs. That’s all, and sorry this was so long!

~I feel ISFPs are grossly misrepresented and confined to a more limited stereotypes than the other types. Too often they are confused with ISFJs or INFPs. For example, the typical “artist” trope got old a long time ago, I wish people would expand their perspective of what art really is and how an ISFP expresses it. Also, there is a common generalized notion that ISFPs are some hopeless romantics which I believe is false. The idea of spending our time dreaming of an “other half” to find is so counter intuitive to how fiercely independent ISFPs are. I could go on more but this submission format is weird on my phone.

~I’m an ISFP, and just because I have Fi as my dominant function, that doesn’t mean I go wild everytime someone supposedly tramples on my morals. It depends on the individual, since no Fi user probably thinks the same. (Fi, right?!) We actually are capable of sympathizing with what others have to say, to take time and listen to other’s point of view, and not impose ours on them. Meanwhile in the case of an ISFP’s emotional intensity, the very term doesn’t necessarily mean that all we do is make art and cry. We actually use them to be in tune with the world. It is a function we are very comfortable with, just like how an INTP uses his Ti to form theories and an INTJ uses her Ni to plan ahead.

ESFP

~Im an esfp and i cant tolerate the bad words to me.I could be rly shy in some situation or some groups.Im very sensitive.

~Se-heavy types aren’t the brawn to intuitives’ brains - it’s a really harmful stereotype. Most people drawn to MBTI are academic types and to imply that sensors’ value does not lie in their intellect isn’t just harmful but stupid. Se and Si are both important parts of cognition.

~I’m an ENFP and while I’m incredibly independent I really do need help sometimes. Just don’t push us. But we do love help, just not when it’s being implied as 'We can’t do it’

ISTJ

~An ISTJ I know is one of the most goofy and easygoing person I´ve ever met. They´re a pleasure to be around, they can maintain an intelligent conversation about any subject and they´re extremely handy too.

ESTJ

~as an ESTJ I understand that I an close minded and very sensible but I don’t like it when people expect me to be that way. I like to have fun and talk about weird situations too but there is a time and a place

ESTP

~ESTPs are probably the most street smart people but there are also ESTPs who are extremely smart and knowledgable academically speaking. They seem to know how to succeed and get ahead, and most importantly, how to do so while living life to the fullest.

~ESTPs are much more intelligent than stereotypes imply

~Se-heavy types aren’t the brawn to intuitives’ brains - it’s a really harmful stereotype. Most people drawn to MBTI are academic types and to imply that sensors’ value does not lie in their intellect isn’t just harmful but stupid. Se and Si are both important parts of cognition.

Bonus: Enneagram Type 7

~Enneagram 7 is not a permanently happy dumb party animal who wouldn’t know what to do with a book. Firstly, 7 is a thinking type (567). Although 7s are undeniably the least stereotypically intellectual head type, we’re still thinkers! Some 7s (784s in particular) are often negative and introspective, competing with 584s for the darkest type (7s have a dark inner world). I think Naranjo was close: the 7 is a bullshit artist, not a party animal (more sx/so 8w7-6w7-2w3). 7s are very strong extroverts, but theoretical and often ENxP, rather than ESxP (more often 8w7).

I Don’t Love You Anymore (pt. 2)

You can find part 1 right here –> I Don’t Love You Anymore Pt. 1

Y/N,

I’m writing this note because I don’t have the balls to say this to your face. The reason I’ve been acting like a douche these past few weeks is because, well, at first, I thought it was just stress but, for awhile now, I haven’t felt anything with you. Each kiss, touch, laugh and word we shared has felt dead to me. I’m sorry y/n, I really am but I just don’t love you anymore. Please, find it in your heart to forgive me.

Cal.

I read the painful words over and over again, each time praying that this is a sick and twisted drawn out April Fools joke he’s playing on me; maybe Mikey put him up to it. But as the minutes pass, I come to the bitter reality that he meant what he said, he doesn’t love me anymore. Is it really a surprise? I mean, all the signs were there. He stopped our morning and nighty-night cuddles, claimed he was sore from working out so much. No longer gave me his warm and soft pecks before he or I left work, it was always, “I really gotta go” or “Go, y/n your gonna be late.” He completely stopped all intimacy between us, and not just physically but mentally, he didn’t talk anymore, nor did he want to listen. So no, it’s not a surprise but it still hurts like hell. I get out the bed and walk over into the closest grabbing another shirt of his and placing it on his side of the bed as I snuggle up next to it and cry myself to sleep.

                                             

Six Weeks Later

I’m in the grocery store humming along to Tim McGraw’s “Shotgun Rider,” while debating if I want salmon or tilapia for dinner when a familiar and comforting voice behind me says, “You’ve always had a beautiful voice, it’s a shame that you never considered putting it to work.” I turn around and none other than Ashton Irwin is standing there giving me his award winning smile walking towards me. “Oh please,” I say dismissing the thought. “I’m serious, y/n, we could’ve used you in our band,” he admits as he gets closer. “Then you’d actually be five seconds of summer,” I joke as he laughs and his smile warms up my day. Gosh, I forgot how perfect he was. He looks good, his hair is cut nice, muscles seeping through his shirt.  “A picture lasts longer babe,” he smirks while finally coming face to face with me. I chuckle softly at his cockiness, “How have you been, Irwin?” I ask sincerely wanting to know how my best friend’s been the past few weeks with the stress of making an album. “Seems like I should be asking you that same question,” he says back and a seriousness falls upon us as I realize what he means. I clear my throat as a shift to the other foot, a little uncomfortable, “I-I’m good. I’ve been fine.” “Really?” he asks not buying it as he senses my whole attitude change. “Yeah I’ve been just focusing on school and wo–

I’m cut off by a sudden warmth that wraps around me and I realize that warmness is coming from Ash. Me and Ashton have always had a great relationship, sometimes I felt he understood me better than Calum, maybe it’s because he’s older. I could always have deep and intellectual conversations with him, something I could never do with Calum. We always understood each other; there were countless long nights of personal thoughts, feelings and blissful moments being shared over Chinese takeout or bowls of ice cream, especially the last weeks before Calum broke up with me.

One Week Before Breakup

“Ash, if I ask you a question, will you be completely honest with me?” I ask as I take a bite of my sesame chicken. “Of course, y/n, you know that. What’s up?” he asks and takes a long swig of his beer. I poke at my chicken, still wondering if I’m a bad girlfriend for even considering this thought, I mean I should trust my boyfriend right? I eat another piece of chicken as I take the beer out his hands and finish it making that my 4th one that night. “Okay, y/n, you only drink this much when we’re celebrating, which we’re not or if somethings really bothering you,” he says pausing the TV. I continue poking at my chicken and Ashton pulls the food off my lap and sets it on the bed side table as he makes me face him. “Y/n, talk to me, love,” he says softly as he lifts my chin forcing me to look in his eyes. “Do you–Is Calum seeing someone else?” I blurt out as tears begin to fill my eyes. The thought of Calum cheating didn’t seem real until I actually said it. “What?!” Ashton gasps, “Why would you think that?”

“Well, we’re growing really distant, ya know? He doesn’t  want to cuddle anymore, doesn’t want kiss or touch me, it takes so much for me just to get him to tell me how his day went, which is only a grumbled out, “fine.” And all that has got me thinking that maybe, there’s someone else,” I admit to him. I can see Ashton getting upset at hearing the way his best friend has been treating me. “I’ll talk him,” is all he says before he reaches his phone. “No! Ash, please don’t. Its only gonna create more problems between us, just stay out if it,” I desperately say as I snatch his phone out his hand. “Well, I’m not gonna let him treat you like shit and let him think its okay,” he snaps back at me reaching for his phone. “Ashton, you can’t talk to him about this!” I scream as I hop off his bed, “Why not Y/N?! What’s the big deal?” he asks. “Tell me Ashton, how would you feel if your girlfriend went talking to Luke, for instance, about problems she’s having with you?” I ask him. “I’d be pissed,” he says immediately. “Exactly,” I say back, “He can’t know I’ve been telling you these things. Especially now, he’s so irritable. Our relationship is at a fragile point and any sort of pressure will crash it,” I admit as I flop back on his bed. His face softens as he whispers, “Sorry, love I know–”

“Is it me?” I interrupt,  “Am I not pretty enough? Is it because I’m always talking about school and the future? Does that scare him? Am I too boring because I’d prefer to stay in than go out and party? Does he not want me?” I ask as the tears fill my eyes again and they freely fall down my face. “Hey, y/n listen to me,” Ashton says softly, “You are a beautiful woman. You are so intelligent, funny and talented. I mean what normal person, double majors in sociology and philosophy while minoring in Spanish and working two jobs, you’re frickin’ superwoman,” he exclaims making me laugh. “And oh my goodness, that gorgeous smile. Y/n you literally walk in a room and it lights up, you make everything brighter. And you know what else?” he asks wiping away the tears from my face. “You have the most beautiful soul. You have a such a great heart y/n, you’re so selfless, my goodness, I love you.” My eyes widen as I feel that he didn’t mean love as in best friends but love as in lovers. We stay like that for a while just staring into each other’s eyes and as each moment passes I realize which love he meant and I realize that maybe I too feel that way. Not once had Calum ever expressed his love for me in the words my best friend just had. “Ash, I-” “Shhh,” he says softly as he brings his hands to the sides of my face. “Ashton, we can’t,” I say bringing my hands to wrap around his “I know. But I can’t stop wondering how different it would all be if I’d seen you first,” he says. “Me too,” I admit. The moment is interrupted when the sound of footsteps snaps us from each other’s trance. We immediately sit on our respective sides of the bed and return to eating our food while watching FRIENDS as Mikey bursts in the room yelling, “I’m bored!”

Currently

We never got a chance to talk about that night seeing as I blamed our confessions of love on too much beer. We always get super mushy with another after a few beers, a reason why Calum never wanted me to drink alone with Ash. Then the next week Calum broke up with me via, sloppy written note and I’ve ignored and avoided all connections to him, including Ashton. However, my best friend who still loves me, is holding me and I finally relax in to him and for the first time in a while, I feel comfort, cared for, loved even, simply through his touch. He tightens his grip on me as I wrap my arms around his torso drinking in his scent and embracing the memories that I shared with him. Ashton has always been the only who could completely comfort me, its almost as if he peers into my soul, finds out what’s hurting and says the right things to heal me. I don’t know how long its been as we stand there enjoying one another presence, I mean I haven’t talked to him in six weeks, despite his constant tries. I sigh as a warming tingly feeling comes over me and I begin to grip on him tighter, almost craving him, which freaks me out as I realize that my best friend, who is also my ex-boyfriend’s best friend is making me feel weird things as I pull away. “I umm, I should go,” I say as I get ready to push my cart. “Y/n, wait,” he says as he softly grabs my arm, “Can we go grab a coffee?” he asks desperately with pleading eyes. “I don’t know about that Ash,” I say despite my mind saying yes. “Y/n, come on, it’s been six weeks. I miss my best friend,” he says. “You still have Mikey, Luke and uhm, Calum” I say looking down. “Yeah, but there’s someone special still missing,” he says as he lifts my chin up to look at him. “Ashton! What’s taking you so…bloody…long…” a voice that I never thought, nor wanted to hear again says. I watch with big eyes as the guy who tore my heart apart comes in to view. “H-hi y/n,” he says.


A/N: Hey beautifuls! I know I promised it would be posted Friday but it’s 11:39pm on the west coast :p and I live in the midwest so, I use both time zones interchangeably  /.\ Anyways, this is part 2, what do yall think? Its okay to message/ask me I promise I don’t bite…hard (was that too corny/played out?) Forreal tho, talk to me! 😊

I Don’t Love You Anymore Pt. 3