i was almost crying laughing at this part

Band (Part 6)

Okay. I’ve been posting these stories from my band class. My band director resigned last year and we have a new band director this year.

This was literally all from just yesterday’s band class. (I’m also missing a lot.):

As soon as I sat my stuff down, I overhear a trombonist and a clarinetist talking about dildos and dragon shaped dildos.

And how they could use those as lightsabers and just whack someone in the face with one. Even knock someone out.

Kenny says, “You just have a police officer come in an ask what the murder weapon is. And they have to pull out this giant dildo.”

So. We get set up for class and the director walks in.

We start warming up and my director is so out of it because he had no sleep this weekend.

And he says as we get to this part, he says, “My 6th graders would start laughing if I said climax-”

We all lost it. Everyone.

And then he continues talking about the climax of the piece and he’s like, “Can I say the C word?”

And he keeps talking about the climax, no laughs. This percussionist blurts out, “I thought you were gonna say cunt.”

We all lost it. I went straight to silent laughing and crying. My band director doubled over and his face is red. It was a mess. Almost everyone thought he was gonna say cunt.

He stands up and retorts, still red faced, “I’m gonna need to get a drink after this.”

Then we continue again and the same percussionist stops and is like, “Wait. You remind me of this kid from my class.”

And my band director is like, “Well, since I’m older, shouldn’t he look like me?”

She replies, “Well. He also uses weed.”

He raised his voice, “SO I LOOK LIKE SOMEONE WHO SMOKES WEED?”

“PRE WEED!” She screams back.

And then we finally get back on track and the director wraps us up 15 minutes early.

Kenny reminds him we end at 3:30, not 3:15. We continue. (Director blames his forgetfulness on exhaustion.)

Kenny says how this wouldn’t happen with my old director. That she would either laugh yell, or leave the room.

Band director said he won’t get anxious till around the concert. And when we get to that point, he’ll need a drink.

A student said she could bring something for him.

He says that he’ll be on the podium at the concert, half drunk. Trying to conduct us.

And then he’s like, “Wait. That’s jazz band.”

*Cue laugh track.*

A little bit later, the band director tells the bass clarinet, “Blow, baby, blow.”

And of course we’re laughing and the director looks so disappointed.

The director asks, “Am I gonna have to learn sign language so you guys can stop sexualizing what I say?”

THEN we get to the end of class and my director is saying how nobody is gonna be a dick and talk bad about people. (His motto is “Don’t be a dick.”) And that it’s okay to make mistakes. That he will personally smack anyone who makes fun of us that try and mess up. (Not actually though, he’d get fired.)

The trombonist says something under her breath. (I play French horn and I’m sitting beside her cause we’re the only two playing brass. I couldn’t hear what she said clearly.)

Band director heard her and asks what she said.

She doesn’t wanna say it.

Band director says she’s being a dick for not saying it.

She says, “I said, ‘Talk shit, get hit.’”

Director says, “That’s pretty gangsta for you.”

We all started laughing.

Band director says, “If I wouldn’t get fired, I’d want a poster of that here (on the wall).”

And the trombonist and I decided, as we were leaving, that either we’re making him a banner for his office or that’s what our pep band shirts will say. We both want that on our pep band shirts

Surprisingly, we got everything done that we needed to get done.

anonymous asked:

can you do a fic or imagine where josh is late to someone's funeral (like a family member or something) and realizes he wants to bring flowers so on his way he steals some from the readers garden!!! fluff if you can :) love you tay xoxo

JOSH DUN IMAGINE

Warnings: death mention, poor sappy sad josh. 

Note: I’m so sorry that I take so long to update and write. I’ve been in a bad place lately, but I’m trying to pull out of it. You guys are the best, thanks for sticking with me through all this stuff and being so supportive!! honestly idek what this is, I wrote this half asleep all while eating an unhealthy amount of pasta, so please excuse the inevitable typos that you will find. But anyway here’s a kinda sad, kinda fluffy mess of a fic. 

Josh is late. In every sense of the word, he is so late. He’s even still in his work uniform, grey polo shirt scratching uncomfortably under his rain jacket. His hands are freezing and he doesn’t even have any flowers. Ashley is going to be so mad.

He’s power walking, well aware he probably looks like a mom tracking down six kids in a crowded mall (thinking of that makes his heart clench in his chest). There’s one more street to walk down–he refuses to drive there, it makes it feel too real. He stuffs shaking hands in his pockets and turns the corner.

Josh doesn’t have flowers. He’s visiting for the first time since it happened, he’s late, and he doesn’t have flowers.

He’s a block away when he sees them, the roses growing almost chaotically over a small light pink fence. He stops and looks down at them, then around. No one’s watching, so he crouches and picks a decent handful, murmuring a few sorries as the stems snap. He notes the house number and reminds himself to write a thank you note before standing up and continuing on his way.

Everyone’s already there when Josh arrives, eyes watery from the wind. Ashley gives him a look that would’ve been terrifying if not for the red around her eyes, and Josh mouths his apology while passing out hugs.

With a deep breath he crouches and places the six roses at the base of the polished stone. “Hi, mum.” Josh whispers, pressing a kiss into his hand and then to her name. “Sorry I’m late.”

I miss you. I stole these flowers for you, the old lady they belong to probably noticed already. My boss gave me a few extra sick days because she knows. I’m tired of everyone knowing. I love you.

It happens seven times in the course of two months, and Josh really doesn’t mean to make it a habit, but he can never seem to remember the flowers until he’s well on his way, and there are so many of them in the garden that he hardly feels bad. He never got around to writing the note.

He’s sitting in front of the grave with a bunch of daisies. “The girls miss you.” Josh says quietly, arranging the flowers nicely along the stone. The white is almost too bright to look at. “We all miss you, mum.” He whispers, feeling a tear run down his cheek. “Today at work a girl brought in her therapy dog. She was behind the counter with me and her dog—I can’t remember it’s name, but it spent the whole time licking my shoe. Reckon he knows, too? Anyway, it was nice. Maybe I should get a dog.”

Josh never means to cry but he always ends up doing it. It takes about twenty minutes for him to be able to breathe again, then he says goodbye and walks the three blocks to his car.

He usually visits once a week, sometimes one of his sisters comes with him. If it’s Abigail, they go get ice cream after. If it’s Ashley, which it usually is, they get coffee and don’t talk about it.

It’s running on month six when Josh sees her. He’s holding a beautiful bunch of chrysanthemums by his side, when he notices that there’s someone in the window holding the curtain aside. They make eye contact, and Josh feels very guilty. She doesn’t look angry, although there’s a noticeable furrow between her eyebrows. She’s wearing a cotton bathrobe and holding a mug of coffee. Josh could use some coffee.

He doesn’t know what to do, so he just smiles and holds up the flowers. Then turns on his heels and walks as quickly as he can.

“It’s not an old lady, mum, it’s a girl. She saw me today, caught me red handed.” Josh mumbles, laughing a bit to himself as he clears away some old flowers and places the new ones. “She didn’t do anything though, so I think I’m okay.” His voice cracks as he says it, and then, as usual, starts crying.

It takes two more times for the rightful owner of the flowers to confront Josh about his thievery.

Josh’s on his knees, picking some cute purple flowers when he hears her voice.

“Um, hello?” Josh nearly jumps out of his skin.

“Oh shit.” Josh says, looking up and feeling his heart sink. “Right. I’m sorry I just–your flowers are very nice.”

She smiles and crosses her hands over her chest. “Thank you.”

Josh’s still kneeling, hands shaking where they’re holding stems. She has long, dark hair and a sort of crooked smile on her face. Neither of them are saying anything. She’s wearing an old shirt with a hole near the hem. Josh’s hands are sweating.

“You know, if you’re going to steal my flowers to take to your girl, I think I’m going to have to come with you to make sure she’s beautiful enough to warrant theft.” She says, oddly calm and good natured.

Josh doesn’t know what to say. He just nods, trying to ease the panic rising in his chest.

“Add a few roses.” She orders, and Josh nods, picking a few and standing up, finally. “I’m Y/N, by the way.“ She says, extending a hand.

Josh smiles and shakes it. “Josh.” She smiles at him one more time and then they start to walk.

She pesters him with questions about his imaginary girlfriend, and Josh tries to answer them in the vaguest way possible, all the while trying to figure out how the hell he’s going to explain this when they get to the cemetery.

“Did she like the daisies you picked last time? I always thought those were more of a flower you give your mum, but I guess they’re nice.” she babbles, and Josh almost chokes.

“Yeah, um. Yeah.” he says, his heart racing in his chest. The small side entrance is only a few meters away, and she still has no idea. Josh doesn’t say anything as he walks through the gate, holding it open for her, who immediately stops talking as well.

The silence feels like a heavy blanket, and she just follows Josh as he makes the walk now committed to memory. Josh almost forgets she’s there, dropping to the probably permanently grass stained knees of his jeans and managing a smile. “Hi mum.” He places the flowers around the base of the stone, like he always does. Josh jolts when he feels a hand on his thigh, near his knee. He follows the arm up and meets her green eyes. Josh hadn’t noticed her kneel, too.

“Josh…” she whispers, obviously surprised. Josh doesn’t blame her.

“Don’t.” he says quietly, sniffling and looking away from him. “I brought someone with me. She’s the one I’ve been stealing all the flowers from.” Josh says, smiling a bit and he hears Y/N mumble a soft hello. “She hasn’t called the cops on me yet, which I guess is good.”

He takes a shaky breath before getting choked up. He puts his face in his hands and this was always just a part of his agenda, but the arm around his shoulders is new.

She starts talking.

“The first time I was sitting in my kitchen and I was like oh god do not pick the hibiscuses, they’ve got bees. But he didn’t, he chose some tulips instead.“ she laughs a little, and Josh almost starts crying again. “Between us, I hope he never stops.” she whispers, and Josh knows he wasn’t meant to hear it. There’s a lot he wasn’t meant to do.

Josh sniffles loudly and sits up to wipe his eyes. Her arm is still around his shoulders. “I’m sorry.” he says out of habit, as he’s been doing every time anyone’s seen him cry since October. She just shakes her head and uses a thumb to wipe a stray tear.

“Don’t apologize.” She says, and puts her hand back on her own lap. Josh wants to tell her to put it back. “I’ll um, give you some privacy.” She says, standing up and brushing her jeans off. “And, Josh, you’re welcome to my flowers anytime.” She says, giving him a bright smile before walking away.

Josh doesn’t watch her walk away. He turns back to the gravestone and sighs. “She’s kinda nice isn’t she mum?”

Josh can almost hear his mum yelling at him. Don’t be stupid, dear, go after her.

He kisses his hand and presses it agains the warming stone. “I love you.” He gets up, not bothering to dust off his knees and all but sprints back out to the sidewalk. Josh jogs down the road and turns the corner, smiling when he sees her walking peacefully down the street.

“Hey!” Josh yells, picking up to a run. She turns, and stops walking, looking surprised that Josh is running after her.  

“Let me, um, buy you lunch.” he says breathlessly.  “Figure I owe you one, since I’ve been stealing your flowers for months.“

She smiles and nods.  “Yeah, I guess that’a fair payback.”

They talk as they walk to her pick of café, and Josh feels lighter than he has in months.

They walk back to Y/N’s, and she makes Josh promise to close his eyes as she grabs the spare key. It’s painfully adorable.

“Wanna, um come in?” she asks, looking down at her feet as she says it. Josh’s cheeks go hot at that, being suddenly floored by how pretty she really is.

“I-” Josh starts, before checking his watch,. “Really need to be heading home.” He tries not to let the way her face falls hurt his feelings too bad. “I have work in like, an hour, so.” he explains, and she nods.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. Maybe another time.” she says, eyes wide and hopeful.

Josh grins. "Definitely. I’ll call you–or you’ll see me in your garden, either one.” He throws in a wink and leans in to peck her cheek before turning and walking down the street to his car.  At the corner he turns and finds Y/N still standing in her doorway.

It was not a good day. Josh has been avoiding sleep because every time he closes his eyes at night,  he can’t stop picturing the time he showed his mum how he could climb the tree in the backyard. He fell on the second branch and skinned his shin and elbow. She patched him up and bought him ice cream, and then they watched movies until Josh fell asleep against her on the couch.

He sighs and presses the heels of his palms into his eyes. He’d stopped crying about an hour ago, now he’s just staring at his ceiling with his eyes burning. It’s four thirty. Sleep is definitely out of the picture, so Josh grabs his keys and does the only thing he can think of.

He picks seven roses on his way, hops the fence, and finds he can still cry, forehead pressed against cold stone.

He doesn’t know how long he sits there for, but when he opens his eyes, the sky is more grey than black. “Fuck.” He curses and rubs at his stinging eyes. “Sorry for swearing,” He whispers, laughing a bit. “I’ll be back soon, I love you.”

He stands.  It’s about to be five in the morning, and Josh really can’t see himself driving all the way back home. He doesn’t quite know what to do as he walks back, but then he sees the garden, and finds himself knocking on the door.

It takes a few, but Y/N does open the door, hair a mess, grey sweats hanging low on her hips. “Josh,” She says, surprised. “What are you doing here babe?” she asks softly.

“Couldn’t sleep. Needed some flowers.” he mumbles, blinking a few times to try and get rid of the blurriness creeping across his eyes. “Can I come in?”

“Yes, of course.” she says without missing a beat, and Josh sighs, relieved. He toes off his sneakers at the door and lets Y/N lead him through the house.  He can tell that Y/N wants to ask, but doesn’t.

In fact, she doesn’t say anything, and Josh finds that oddly comforting, she just sits next to Josh on the couch and keeps her hands curled in her lap.  

“I took some roses again this morning,” Josh admits.

“What color?” is all she responds with.

“The white.”

“That’s the best kind,” she assures him. You can keep helping yourself to those.” she says, leaning over and poking into Josh’s side. “Think of it as my gift to your mum, too.”

That makes Josh tear up a bit.

“I should go,” he says, not wanting to start crying in front of her for a second time.  

“Oh,” she says, sounding almost disappointed.  “Right— okay.”

Josh stands up, his chest feeling tight and his thoughts racing.  But in the midst of the chaos, he hears her voice.  Clear as day; the reason behind his messy, illogical mind. Don’t be stupid, dear, go after her.

Josh turns suddenly then, and takes a step closer to Y/N, so he can hold her hands in his own. “Can I take you to breakfast right now?”

She beams at him, dimples drilled into her cheeks as she nods in agreement. She hurriedly finds shoes and a jacket, stopping at the door to lock the door before following Josh out. They walk to his car hand in hand, and it all feels so right.

They get pancakes, and Josh kisses the whip cream off her lips. People give them looks as they laugh obnoxiously and fond over one another. Josh doesn’t care.

He wakes up the next morning in a bed that isn’t his own and to the smell of bacon. He smiles to himself. “Are you ever going to let me make you breakfast?” he asks, laughing a little when he sees Y/N standing in front of the stove.

“Maybe, if you ever wake up before me.” she says, looking over her shoulder and smiling at Josh.

They sit down to eat breakfast on Y/N‘s couch, blanket pulled over both of them, and it’s home.

Reggie x Reader: Fingers and thumbs, baby. (Part II)

A/N: OMG your responses were amazing! Enjoy Part II <3 </p>

Warning: Slight Angst

Plot: When Reggie and (Y/N) have been bestfriends their whole lives but the universe had other plans.

Originally posted by ivanxna


Tell that sadist she only have one more hour.

You ignored another text from Reggie, giving your red-headed bestfriend your attention. The neon lights from Pop’s literally only made your bestfriend more intimidating and unearthly. This week really passed by fast and before you knew it, it was a Friday and you are hanging out with Cheryl in your usual both in Pop’s while waiting for your other favorite person to arrive and pick you up.

“Is that cretin annoying you again?”

“Cherryyy.” You whined knowing where this conversation was going. Even with their mutual love for you, Reggie and Cheryl just couldn’t seem to get along with each other. That’s why you had to make sure you gave them equal attention which resulted to them having to deal with sharing you every once in a while.

“Okay,” she sighed raising her hands up in surrender. “This is me,” Cheryl said as she folded her hands at the table neatly on top of each other “, being nice.” She mustered up a smile which quickly fell. “Now let’s stop talking about that dunce. I’m sure he was just counting down the hours before he can have you for himself aguuuuhn.”

“Well, you did lose the ‘rocks-paper-scissors’ on where I would be sleeping over this weekend.” (Y/N) said as a matter of factly. It was truly comical to see the two of the most intimidating figures of Riverdale high fighting over you in a game of rocks-papers-and-scissors if you do say so yourself.

“He cheated, love and you know it.” Cheryl sipped on her – your milkshake – as if to prove her point. She suddenly paused and looked up at you before squinting and placing a red finger on her lips“Hmm, I wonder.“ 

"What?” You did not like the look on Cheryl’s face. You knew your bestfriend too well to know that whatever is on her mind is probably anything but nice.

“I wonder why he was so keen on letting you sleepover this weekend. Usually he always had things to do with his other brainless groupies or his croonies that’s why you always stay with me, so …”

“So what?”

“So what changed?” Another pause before she flattered her eyelash on you. “Don’t you think..?”

“Don’t I think what Cherry?” You asked, growing impatient by the minute.

She grinned mischievously. “Don’t you think Mr. Mantle finally grew a brain and realized his one and only love is in-front of him all this time?”

You couldn’t hide the blush on her face. Cheryl caught you too off guard. “Cherry how many times do I have to tell you we’re just friends!” You muttered, suddenly shy, but you knew it was useless when Cheryl just rolled her eyes.

“Fool God, fool the devil, but don’t try me, love.”

This time it was your time to roll her eyes. “I’m not fooling anyone, Cherry.”

“Not that i’m totally on his side but what’s wrong with being with him anyway?” Cheryl completely ignored you and your petty excuses. “He is hot, rich, and have that football scholarship in the bag being the captain of the Bulldogs and you have been together even before the two of us so I will trust his faithfulness when it comes to you.”

“Cherry–”

“Plus if you do get married and realize he sucks at the end you can always divorce him and live with me in New York.”

“Cher–”

“Speaking of ‘were-just-friends” you wouldn’t have said no to my offer and that university’s offer in New York if it wasn’t for him.“ She said, slamming her hand on the table.

Case closed for Cheryl.

"Fool the devil, my darling. But "just friends” hell even bestfriends, don’t do that.“

You stared at Cheryl to prove to her that there really was nothing going on between you two but all she did was squint and you sighed in defeat making her beam.

"Finally,” she smirked. “I was growing tired waiting for you to tell mwah. When are you planning to confess?”

"I’m not confessing, Cherry.” you sighed dragging the milkshake towards your direction and sipping it.

“Why not?”Cheryl asked, munching on a fry.

“He doesn’t like me like that! And it’s fine. I’m pretty sure this … crush or whatever it is will probably just pass.”

“Oh, honey, who said anything about a crush? You’re in love with that simpleton. I don’t know why but you are. And if he isn’t in love with you yet then he really is proving everything I have been calling him right and you know how he hates it when i’m right.”

“Cherry, Iet’s just drop it, okay?” You nearly begged.

“What do you have to lose?” She challenged.

“Uhh, our lifelong friendship? The relationship I have spent my whole life protecting? My dignity? My pride?”

“Touché’.” Cheryl threw an unfinished fry at you and it would’ve hit you straight to the face if you haven’t moved at the last second. “But hon, you should at least try. Cause as much as confessing may sound like a leap of faith, it would be better than regretting what you didn’t do, what you could’ve done." 

"I know,” you sighed. “But it really is a hopeless case, Cherry. I’d rather not waste my time and my friendship.”

“Look if you’re not even gonna become the endgame why don’t you just leave with me to New York? You got nothing left to lose.”

You glanced at her and she was seriously staring at you, ready for this argument. “I can’t leave him, Cherry.”

“Why not? He’s a big boy, (Y/N/N). He can take care of himself.” Cherry grabbed my hand. “Stop surrounding your life around him cause when he leaves you’d be left with nothing and i’d never allow that to happen to you.”

You thought about it. Are you really too dependable? Is it really the time to move on? Can you really leave Reggie after spending the last eighteen years of your life with him?

“If …” you gripped Cheryl’s hands tighter. “If all goes to shit –”

“Oh, i’ll be here, darling.” She gave me a sweet and comforting smile. “I’ll pick up the pieces.”

Your comfortable silence was broken by the familiar honk of a familiar car. “Speaking of the devil.” Cheryl sighed already taking her purse and placing too much money on the table. You giggled as you crossed your arms with hers as you walked towards Reggie who was leaning on his car.

“Had fun, ladies?” Reggie asked uncrossing his arms to remove his iconic letterman jacket and place it on your shoulder.

You muttered a small “thanks, Reg”.

“Well, it would’ve been better if you didn’t graciously intervene, you ninny.”

“Cry me a river, satan.”

Cheryl rolled her eyes before looking at you who was already safely tucked in Reggie’s car. “Take care, love. Call me if it gets too boring in there.”

“Sure, Cherry.” you giggled, waving slightly at her. “See you on Monday.”

She nodded before glaring at Reggie. “Take care of my (Y/N), you ditz.”

“Still my (Y/N), you psycho.” Reggie shot back before driving off.


You plopped down on Reggie’s new sheets as he placed his letterman jacket on a chair. You seated yourself near his window to see the stars.“Move aside, pup.” he gently nudged you before lying next to you and wrapping your arms on your waist as he used your tummy as a pillow.

You both sat in a comfortable silence with him just laying there while you look outside while discreetly stealing glances. “Hey Reg–” 

You were cut off when Reggie laughed at something at his phone. You visibly frowned.

“Oh sorry, what was that, pup?”

“What are you laughing at?” You asked. He blushed.

Oh shit.

“It’s … Ronnie.”

“Ronnie?”

“Veronica. Her name’s Veronica … I call her Ronnie- but that’s not the point. She’s … really funny? I don’t know. I just …”

You held your breathe. Please no. God no No, no, no, no–

“I think I really like her.”

And just like that, all hopes, dreams, and every single crevice in your heart was crushed and died.

“What …” you could barely speak, your mouth too dry. The temptation to cry is too much.

“It’s just … she gets me, y'know. She’s so different from other girls.”

You felt a pang in your heart. What about you? You get him – hell, you get him more than anybody. What are you now?

Other girls.

You almost laughed. You couldn’t believe you were now just part of the other girls. The other forgettable, worthless, unimportant girls. The other girls that, once upon a time, you were laughing at because they couldn’t get the one thing that they wanted no matter how hard they tried because he was yours. But now, you are unceremoniously shoved to the other girls you hated so goddamn much.

You looked away.

“(Y/N)? Say something.”

You swallowed whatever saliva was left in your mouth and cleared your throat. “T-That’s great, Reg.” You hastily wiped one tear that escaped.“Looks like I won’t be getting any texts from Geraldine or Sarah or Melanie anymore, eh?”

He grinned at me but before he could fully see my face and see something wrong I pushed a pillow on his face and he laughed, trying to get away from me, giving me time to compose myself a bit.

“Yeah, I kinda cleared the whole bench for her.”

Another pang.

“Wouldn’t want to ruin something this great.”

And another.

He slowly crawled back to you and positioned himself once again. You stroked his hair. “Me too, Reg.” you almost sighed. “Me too.”

INTERNATIONAL LOVE [GEORGE WEASLEY]

request: “Could you do a George x reader where reader is an American Ilvermorny transfer and she is going to the burrow and meeting his family for the first time and is really worried about meeting them because she’s doesn’t know how they would react to him dating an American” — by anon

a/n: another george imagine, yaaas! thank you for requesting this because i’ve been thinking of making an imagine like this as well and was happy when someone requested. hope you like it. x

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Tsundere Jungkook in Bon Voyage

…when Jimin lost his bags.
I know, another throwback and random rant. I’m so sorry :D -.- But every time I remember moments like this it makes me smile, so maybe it will make someone else smile, too :)

Yesterday I mentioned how Jungkook keeps his ‚pokerface‘ sometimes on camera. This is really alike in a way. I was inspired by that lovely gifset of Jungkook in Bon Voyage, first all about pranking Jimin who lost his phone. But the second sad Jimin appeared, Jungkook gave him his phone, his plans to prank him flying out of the window. (♥♥)

The beginning of Bon Voyage where Jimin forgot his suitcase on the bus is very similar situation. We have foolish, cute and panicked Jimin over his bag, dad Namjoon and mom Jin dealing with it, rest of the members shook… and then we have Jungkook. Who is not even on camera as much, but when he is, there’s just footage of him, being very nervous. We all know he has lots of things he does when he’s nervous/not comfortable, among others, there are these „mouth-movements“ (yep, there’s also Jeonlous tongue thing :D ^^). So while Namjoon calls the consulate, Jungkook is quiet but his expression is screaming once again.

One of the staff members goes to him and asks him on camera how he feels about this whole „Jimin-lost-his-bags“ situation. Jungkook is casual af, even goes through his hair – totally chill – and says: „Oh, you just have to let it go!“. Pretending he doesn’t care. Yeah, sure you don’t, that’s why you almost ate your face from the inside earlier. (His face reminds me of that in AHL when they kidnapped them. I don’t know till this day if he bit his lips so he wouldn’t cry or he bit his lips so he would cry and kidnappers took mercy upon him, but sure as heck he wasn’t feeling cool about that situation, either.)

Anyway they go to their apartment, then they grab some food, he still pretends he’s casual about everything, even takes pictures of some flowers :D (I laugh so hard at that part every time :D)
Well, Jimin then goes to pick up his bags from the airport bus and as he’s coming back, guess who we see in the window of the restaurant, full with his „you have to let it go“ attitude, looking over if Jimin has his things now?

…I bet you’re all surprised. It’s Jungkook. Only one of the other six members that paces by the window, probably nervous if his hyung found his belongings.

So, same as yesterday, I’m not sure what I was trying to do here. But I’m just gonna say Jungkook likes to act all tsundere on Bon Voyage, when it’s obvious he’s soft for Jimin-hyung. And once again, I think that’s cute :D ^^

K, bye ~

Arrangements (Jimin) Part Five

Genre: Angst/some fluff

Word Count:1,505

Summary: “I see, all you guys care about is stupid Y/n, you guys side with her no matter what.”

A/n: I’m so sorry I’ve been so inactive, but I’m hoping to finish writing my request soon!~Joy

Part one//Part Two//Part Three//Part Four//Part Five//Part Six//Part Seven//Eight


“Jimin? Y/n? What’s going on?”


Hoseok walked in, after hearing the screaming, he saw an angry Jimin, face red and eyes swelled and an upset Y/n. Jimin clenched his teeth, clicking his tongue in annoyance. “You wanna know what’s going on?” Jimin asked, almost laughing but he was crying. His shaky finger pointed to you, as he started to breathe heavily “this bitch over here ruined my relationship with Sunhee.” His words stung, as you winced, you wanted to slap him so badly, but you knew that he was just hurting and finding an excuse to blame it on anyone else but him.

“Jimin is that any way to talk to Y/n?” Hoseok scolded, he was disappointed with how Jimin had to find anyone but him to blame. Jimin only lets out an angry huff, as he wiped the tears away.

“Hoseok, you can’t honestly believe that I’ll treat her as a normal person after ruining my relationship do you?” Jimin asked, laughing as if Hoseok told a joke. But his smile was soon wiped away replaced with a disgusted face instead. “I can’t even look at you anymore.” Jimin laughed, as hot tears kept flowing from your face. “Did you hear me? I don’t want to ever see you again!” Jimin yelled, making you wince. The boys started to rush in to hear why Jimin was screaming.

“What’s going on?” Jungkook asked, as he stood beside you seeing you all broken up in tears, as Jimin’s face got redder. 

“I see, all you guys care about is stupid Y/n, you guys side with her no matter what.” Jimin angrily points out, as he clenches his fists.

“That’s not true Jimin and you know that” Jin softly reminded him, but Jimin just shook his head.

“It’s always about Y/n, what’s so good about her anyways? She isn’t worth much, she can always be replaced.” Jimin’s bitter words struck into you, making you feel your throat close in.

“Jimin that’s enough, you can’t act like you’re the victim when you caused just as much pain that you feel right now to Y/n” Namjoon argued reasonably.

“Shut up, just shut up. She’s not worth anything to me, Sunhee does, and she ruined it for me.” Jimin screamed.

“She may not be worth anything to you, but she means the world to the rest of us.” Jungkook strongly replies as he holds on to you to keep you from collapsing. 

“Well, of course, she means the world to you, you always go for my trash don’t you?” Jimin smirks, as he laughs to himself. Jungkook’s fist clenches, as he punches Jimin in the face. Hoseok and Taehyung hold him back before he could do any more damage.

“You’re a fucking jerk Jimin, Sunhee didn’t leave you because she felt she guilty, she didn’t want to date an idiot like you!” Jungkook screams the room went silent. Jimin felt his cheek, where Jungkook had punched him, the impact made some blood fall out, as he wiped it off.

“I guess you’ve forgotten your place but don’t worry I’ll gladly help you back into it.” Jimin grinned evilly, as he rose his hand striking his hand across Jungkook’s face.

“That’s enough.” You scream, pushing Jimin away from Jungkook. “Stay away from Jungkook, I don’t care what you call me, but if you ever lay another finger on Jungkook I’ll make sure you learn your place. He’s like a brother to me so don’t even try to pull that card on him.” 

“Whatever” Jimin rolled his eyes, leaving the room.


Weeks had passed since that argument, you barely went to the dorms anymore. You couldn’t bare to see Jimin, there was no way you would try to talk to him again. The boys would often come over to your apartment and hang out, usually, you guys would play board games and eat take out, and sometimes Jungkook would even beg to sleep over so you guys would just watch horror movies till you fell asleep automatically. After the boys left, you closed the door, cleaning up the take out boxes and such. You went to go to bed when you heard your phone rang, answering it.

“Hello?” You asked into the phone.

“Y/n L/n?” A man asked, in a deep gruff voice.

“Yes?” You answered in a meek voice.

“Can you come to the police station, we have your friend here and we need you to come and receive him.” The police asked while you told him you were on your way.


You got out of your car, rushing to the main desk. “Hi, um, my name is Y/n L/n and I was told to come and get my friend.” You told the lady in front.

“Ah okay, um, all of the people who are going to be picked up are in that room,” She said pointing to the door down the hall.


You nodded, as you walked over to the room, you wondered which friend was in trouble who needed your aid so badly. You opened the door to reveal a drunk Jimin, collapsed on the chair. “Jimin?” You asked, surprise that you were called to the police station to pick up him.

“Y/n you actually came,” Jimin said surprised as he got up from his chair, only to stumble back down.

“Let’s just go” You rolled your eyes, as Jimin tried his best to follow behind you.

Once you got him into your car, you started to drive, keeping the car ride with less conversation as possible. “You know sometimes when people are in an awkward situation they usually will make conversation.” Jimin joked lightly.

“You know sometimes when people don’t like the person they are driving they make it pretty clear.” You say back, you weren’t in the mood for this. Jimin didn’t say anything else, keeping the car ride as silent as possible.


You pulled up to the dorm, getting out of your car, as you got Jimin out of your car, dragging him up to the dorm. Knocking on the door, you hoped at least someone would be awake at the moment. Jin opened the dorm, as he smiled at you. “Hey y/n, did one of us forget something? You knew you can always give it to us tomorrow,” Jin joked, as you smiled back.

“I’m here to return this, ” You said, pulling Jimin into Jin’s grasps.


“Jimin? What were you doing hanging out with him?” Jin asks as you rolled your eyes.

“I was called by the police station to come collect him, I don’t know why, though.” You simply stated as you yawned.

“It’s late Jimin, why would you go out to the bar? Did you get into a fight? Are those bruises?” Jin rambled on, only to make Jimin groan.

“Can you not? I’m tired and want some sleep.” Jimin groaned as he trudged back to his room.

“Why is he going to bars on a Wednesday night?” You asked as Jin shook his head in disapproval.

“Jimin’s been going to bars every night every since Sunhee broke up with him, he claims it helps take his mind off of her” Jin rolls his eyes, as he tsks at the thought of Jimin drinking to get his mind off of things. “Anyways, why don’t you sleep over? It’s one in the morning and I wouldn’t want you to drive home this late.” Jin suggests as you nod giving him a smile.

“Thanks, Jin.” You smile, as Jin grins at you, handing you a pillow and blanket, giving you a long hug.

“I’m glad to see you back at the dorms again.” He whispers, putting his chin on top of your head.

“Me too” You whisper back.

“Y/n? Jin?” Namjoon asks as he turns on the lights. “What’s going on?” You two turned to face Namjoon, who looked super tired, bags were under his eyes, as he put down his backpack. “I thought you guys went to hang out at y/n’s place?” 

“We were, and then after I got a call from the police station telling me to go pick up Jimin, ” You tell him, as he heads over.

“And why are you two hugging?” Namjoon asks as Jin hugged you tighter. “Can we not hug? I didn’t know that was illegal now” Jin replied.

“It’s not, it’s just weird to see you hugging in the dark. Alone.” Namjoon stated as he pulled you into a hug. “Sleep well Y/n” he smiled, as you smiled back.

“You too, and don’t spend your time always in those underground parties.” You grin as you wipe the dirt off Namjoon’s cheek. “Good night!” You smile, as you fall onto the couch.


Jin was walking back to his bedroom when he felt someone grab his arm, Jin turned back to see Namjoon glaring at him. “Leave Y/n alone, she’s mine.” Namjoon growls.

“Funny, I didn’t know you two were dating? Oh wait, never mind you’re not, so yeah uh I won’t leave her alone” Jin grins, as he walks into his room, closing the door.

You asked me what I saw in her, and I wondered what you didn’t see in her. I saw the way her lips bloomed into this life altering smile. How she never let anyone close to her, like she was protecting her heart even though it had already been torn apart. She looked me in the eyes and I swear I saw an entire universe through her glimmering pupils. I felt earthquakes inside myself when she said my name. I can’t live without her the way anyone can’t live without a liver. She’s pretty when she’s tired and even when she looks like she can no longer carry the bags under her eyes. I miss her when I’m with her and I miss her when I’m not. She’s so fierce and she never hides behind anyone. She has so much love inside her, I can tell because when she talks about her father, she starts to give off light. She touched me one time and my bruises weren’t tender anymore, and all my wounds closed up. Sometimes she smiles this genuine smile, and it disappears as soon as I blink. Her laugh helps me breathe when my lungs are giving up. I look at her, stars on her skin, the milky way in her eyes, and I swear she’s part of the sky. She tucks all her feelings behind her ear and I love her for it. When someone asked me for my address I almost said her name. When she’s sad she still smiles with teeth. When she’s happy birds start to sing. I go home and cry about her in the shower. You asked me why I loved her and I asked you why you didn’t.
—  M.O.W, You asked me why I loved her and I asked you why you didn’t

anonymous asked:

THOSE LAST 2 FEYSAND EXCERPTS WERE EVERYTHING!! If you have ANY more i would cry forever!!

But I felt for that bond in my mind, lowering my mental shields enough o say to Rhysand where he was in the city, Please come spare me from Cassian and Nesta’s bickering.

A heartbeat later, Rhys crooned,  Regretting becoming High Lady?  I savored that voice - that humor. But I shoved that simmering panic down again as I countered,  Is this part of my duties?  A sensual, dark laugh.  Why do you think I was so desperate for a partner? I’ve had almost five centuries to deal with this alone. It’s only fair you have to endure it now.

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Fast Forward: Part 6

Anonymous said: Love the updated COC and The Getaway! Thank you. I always look forward to your writing but these two are my current favorites! When will you post new chapters?

Thank you lovely Anon - I am onto the next part of both of those stories, but in the meantime, please have some FF <3 :: Mod MBD.


Jamie woke with a pinch in his spine and a crooked neck. Pushing himself up, he blinked his eyes open to find Claire with her hand wrapped around his. She was still fast asleep, still calm as far as he could tell. He smiled and squeezed her palm as he shifted his arse deeper into the cushion on the chair.

“It doesn’t hurt so much anymore,” Claire whispered as she writhed beneath the sheets. She kept her eyes closed but the moment Jamie’s warmth had left her side she’d awoken.

“Ye still need rest, Claire,” Jamie returned as he withdrew his hand from hers and tucked the sheets more tightly around her shoulders. “I’ll fetch you some porridge and maybe a cup of tea but ye need to stay inside for the moment. Until we’re sure you’re healing properly.”

“Alright,” Claire said, squeezing her eyes closed as she tried to doze off once more.

She listened as the door shut quietly behind Jamie before allowing herself to breath again. She’d slept well. It was the type of peaceful sleep that she’d been denied for a long while but now, left alone once more, Claire was more than a little worried about the nightmares and whether they would creep back in again.

Licking her lips, she blinked her eyes open and glanced around the room. Determined to remain positive, Claire didn’t want to fall asleep again and risk allowing her shaky past to penetrate her newly found calm. She’d been moved from the attic down into one of the other bedrooms. This one was beautifully decorated complete with a fully functioning fireplace. Rubbing her eyes, Claire sat up. Plucking the pillows from behind her, she plumped them and put one on top of the others before leaning backwards.

Tapping his fingers nervously against the marble countertop, Jamie waited for the milk to heat in the pan. Having the responsibility of another human life on his shoulders was something he hadn’t accounted for and it made him realise the types of decisions Jenny had to face every day. Jenny had gone off to work for the day, leaving Claire’s immediate care directly in his hands. He was used to the animals on the farm, but somehow, Claire seemed more fragile. It made his gut churn.

What if something else went wrong? Jenny had left strict instructions on Claire’s care with some of Ray’s medical herbs just in case it was necessary. But she hadn’t thought anything would go that horribly wrong in the twelve hours that she was away. Jamie wasn’t so certain and with Ian out of the city on business for a few days he was totally alone.

A strange thump from above made his head snap up and he removed the pan before darting for the guest bedroom. He thought about knocking before he opened the door, but worry coursed through him and he threw aside the idea and just barged his way in.

“Claire?” He questioned breathlessly, his fingers still poised over the handle of the door as his eyes took in every inch of the room.

She was huddled up the corner, her eyes, unseeing and glazed, focused on an old red dress that Jenny had been repairing that sat on a tailors dummy in the corner of the room.

“Claire,” he repeated, crawling over the bed to be closer to her, “what is it, lass?”

“He made me an offer,” she whispered, fear lacing her tone as she blinked rapidly, “before he took the whip to me again.”

Jamie’s heart missed a beat. She’d barely spoken of her ordeal and, although he’d been curious, he hadn’t asked - understanding her reticence to discuss such a terrifying experience. Gripped as she was in the memories of it, Jamie swallowed back his reserve at hearing the tale. If Claire needed to offload, he would be there for her.

“He isna here now though, is he Claire? You’re safe.”

Claire shook her head and pulled her knees up to her chest, her eyes still facing forwards.

“So,” Jamie continued, watching as tears gathered in her eyes, “he beat ye *more than once*?”

“Just twice,” she returned, her knuckles going white over her knees as she gripped herself tighter.

“Fuck…” Jamie cursed under his breath, “just twice?” He spat, a huge emphasis on the ‘just’. “How many times, Claire?” The question came before he’d had chance to think about whether he really wanted to know the answer. He’d seen the evidence of the flogging, the deep gashes still burned into his retinas…

“Two hundred in total. The first hundred were a warning….”

Jamie couldn’t take the look of sheer horror on her face any longer and he stepped around the bed, took her in his arms - gently trying not to jostle her back - and carried her down to the lounge. The dress was obviously significant, that was clear, and if he wanted her to calm down, he knew he needed to get her somewhere that she couldn’t see it.

“One hundred lashes isna a warning, Claire. It’s a death sentence.” He sighed, grabbing a tissue and dabbing away her fallen tears.

Claire rolled her shoulders, a tempered squeak falling from her pursed lips as the scabs that half covered her healing back pulled against her fragile skin. “It was *his* type of warning,” she managed to finally reply a shudder in her voice as she tried to desperately keep her composure. “But if I had died –well, I don’t think it would have pained him overly.”

“Claire–” Jamie reached his hand out again, this time running his fingers gently through her loose curls, moving them from her forehead before bringing his palm under her chin. He stumbled, wanting to finish his sentence but, unable to come up with the right words to soothe her, just sat facing her, his mouth opening and closing like a landed fish.

Claire smiled, a small shaky thing that ignited a beautiful reflection in her glimmering whisky eyes. Jamie smiled in return, his fingers twitching softly against the smooth skin of her chin as she sighed and relaxed once more.

“…but you didna wish to avoid the lash?” Jamie questioned, remembering her words just a few moments before. “If he offered you another way, was that no’ better?”

A dark look passed over Claire’s face and she jerked back a little way, the hollow of her throat trembling a little as she squared her shoulders. “No. It wasn’t a reprieve at all, really. Nothing he could have offered me in return would have involved less pain than a second flogging.”

Jamie balked. Having seen war, famine…death, he still couldn’t envisage what could have been worse for her than the scalding pressure of taut rope and lead cutting into her delicate flesh. But the look in her eyes told him that it would have been, and from the memories of the state of her back, he believed it.

“It was the dress,” she continued, her head tilting upwards to glance at the room above where they’d been only moments before. “I was in a room, not paying much notice to anything at the time -given the state I was in- when he came in, flanked by his guards.”

Jamie, seeking to offer her comfort in any way he could, shimmied himself so that Claire could curl up at his side, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as her head laid gently against his chest. She sighed, her legs curling up underneath her and she settled herself.

“One of them had this…this -gown- in his arms. It was bright red, that’s all I can really remember of it. But the implication was clear.” Claire swallowed, bile rising along the back of her throat as his cold words -brought to life by her blurry memories once more- echoed in her ears.

She shook, the pressure of her aches pushing down on her as she laid on her side in the narrow prison cot. The steady dripping of the water that fell through the cracks of the ancient cell kept her awake as cold and damp penetrated every inch of her.

“Have you seen sense yet?” The cruel voice barked over the creaking of the door as it slammed open.

Footsteps sloshed towards her, the leather boots soaking into the moisture that pooled on the prison floor. Claire tried to focus on anything other than the increased throbbing agony that tore through her back and sides, but she desperately wanted to un-hear *his* words.

She could still see the dress hanging and swaying like a corpse at the noose, the image of its magenta cloth billowing in the subtle breeze from where he’d left it the night before. She had no doubt that he’d arranged it that way, left to hang as she would be mere days from now - a warning; a message.

Claire inhaled a painful breath, her fingers gripping tightly at the wooden base of the bed and she squeezed her eyes closed. “No,” she whispered, her chapped, dry lips barely functioning to say the words as her dreams from the previous evening danced behind her closed lids.

Randall laughed. The tenor of it vibrated through the floor and up into Claire’s bones as she tried not to cry out. She couldn’t let him see her anguish. She would *not*.

“No?” He retorted, a sneer in his voice as he took one measured step towards her. “Part of me is glad, Claire,” he continued, his hand reaching down to hover over Claire’s matted, soaked hair as he almost traced every inch of her fevered body. “It wouldn’t have been that much fun had you just accepted my offer. Now I get to coax it from your flesh.”

Stepping back once more, Claire remained curled up, her eyes closed but her ears open as she listened to his every movement.

“I will have your surrender, Claire,” he taunted, an icy calm coating his words. “Before you leave this world…one way or another.”

Jamie hadn’t moved as Claire had told her story, his blood had frozen in his veins upon hearing the words spoken aloud. The insinuation was clear, and she had been right to decline him -though what it had led to had not been pleasant, but it had avoided her immediate violation at the hands of her captor.

“He meant to–?”

“Yes,” Claire broke in quickly, not ready to hear the words yet. “But he didn’t,” she sighed. Her escape had certainly ensured that Randall wasn’t able to complete on his -offer-.

“Jesus…fuck,” Jamie cursed, an unimaginable sadness coating him as he rocked Claire closer to him. “You’re safe now though, Claire,” he whispered, “I’ll have Jenny move her sewing project out of that room -it’s yours now, the space I mean,” he continued, moving away from the dark topic of Claire’s past. “It has an ensuite bathroom which means you’ll have privacy at all times.”

“You don’t need to do that for me,” Claire said, hiding her face in the fabric of Jamie’s shirt.

“Dinna be daft, Claire,” he admonished playfully. “Yer a Fraser now, whether you like it or not. You have our protection, aye? And wi’ that comes a place of your own…if you’d like?” Suddenly aware that he’d assumed Claire wanted to stay, Jamie backtracked a little, offering her a choice should she not wish to stay with him, Jenny and Ian.

“You’re too kind, Jamie,” Claire returned as her heart lightened at his wonderful offer. Having found some manner of comfort, she hadn’t even contemplated her future or whether she would be able to stay. But Jamie and Jenny were incredibly generous. “I’ll never be able to repay you…”

“Och, aye. Ye will, Claire,” Jamie said, smiling. “Our friend Ray,” he forged on, glossing over the fact that him and Raymond were only tentatively friends (for the moment), “he’s the one who helped with yer back, ken?”

Claire nodded, her fingers tracing the patterns of the sewn linens of the shirt Jamie was wearing.

“Weel, he owns an old apothecary in Inverness. He told Jenny afore he left the other day that he has a place there, a job for you, should you wish it…” he trailed off, leaving that offer open ended.

But Claire’s eyes were wide with pleasure as she saw a whole new array of possibilities that tied her to a new path. “Really?” She whispered breathlessly. “A job? For me…”

“Aye, Claire,” Jamie said, pulling the throw from the sofa to wrap around them both as Claire nuzzled against him. “Your place is here now, here at Lallybroch.”

episodes of the pacific, rated on a scale from 1 to 10 according to emotional trauma
  • part one: starts off all right, but you don't get much time before you're thrown in headfirst. you have no idea what's happening, just that it's A Lot, but fortunately you don't know who anyone is yet so the blows are softened. 5/10
  • part two: similar to the first episode, but kicked up a notch, just in case you didn't know that you're in for a bad time. 6/10
  • part three: ah, sweet reprieve! true to form, angst is still peppered in throughout, but overall this is a time for relaxation. SAVOR IT. 3/10
  • part four: in case you forgot that there's a war on, everything is back to being terrible. our POV character casually longs for death in a very relatable way. 6/10
  • part five: the first of THREE FUCKING EPISODES of peleliu, not too much goes down until the last third of the episode, but when it goes down it goes down hard. 7/10
  • part six: everything happens. So Much. the only break you get is so brief that i almost forgot about it but i don't want to talk about it because i'll fucking cry. 9/10
  • part seven: this episode is dead to me. 10/10
  • part eight: some kind of cruel joke? 10/10
  • part nine: at this point during my initial watch i told a friend "i literally do not see how it could get worse" and was laughed at. 10/10
  • part ten: a different kind of pain. it is very likely that you will start crying before the episode even begins and will not stop until long after it's over. godspeed. 11/10
  • conclusion: this show was a mistake
A rarity - Part 2 - Carl Grimes Imagine

Years passed, people changed. You didn’t alter a lot, though, despite the progress the world made. You had a steady home, living with Rick and Michonne. Even if blood didn’t connect you, they watched over you as if you were their daughter. The adults wanted to have a child of their own, but luck wasn’t with them. They still had you, Judith and Carl. Your face almost cringes at the mention of him.

Unlike everybody else, Carl changed a lot, going from worse to the worst. Unfortunately, it appeared that Enid was a very bad influence for him. His parents try to talk to him, but he just won’t listen. His demeanor has changed greatly, going from that gentle-hearted boy, to a rude ‘bad boy’ with no manners, whatsoever. His stance toward you has changed as well. He makes fun of you, bothers you and speaks foul words, as if you were rubbish. You don’t understand. You are supposed to be ‘siblings’, after all. You are supposed to be family.

Carl only has a soft spot for Judith, you think. Oh, and Enid, of course. Enid is regularly wrapped around him like a scarf, numbing his stained mind with her ideas and vile notions. At first you thought that she could try and help Carl, but she only made him worse. Carl is out of control. You care about the boy, unkindness or not. You sometimes ponder if he even loves you, just a little. If he even cares that you are alive. It breaks your heart to have him talk to you the way he does. Once in a while, though, you can see the softness in him. Carl is not a bad person, he is just allured.

You press your hand against the wall, frowning as you look at the young man.

“You’re going out, again?” you question numbly, gazing down at the floor when he glowers at you. You can’t stand to see his seething eye again.

“I’m going with Enid. The food had better be ready when I come back.” grunts Carl, fixing the collar of his shirt and checking himself in the mirror. You sigh, mustering all your courage as you venture to raise your voice again.

“But, the chores are many Carl; I can’t do them on my own.. Why do you go with her anyway?” You ask, now evidently irked by his behavior. “She doesn’t love you. She just wants you because you have sex with her. She is fucking five other guys behind your back; wake up!” You hear yourself cry out the words, but don’t feel the pain in your sore throat as you yell.

“Shut your fucking mouth!” You flinch and your eyes flicker as Carl’s throaty voice booms within your mind, your breath shaky as you watch him stride angrily toward you. His brows muster together, his face rough and scary as he gnashes his teeth. “You don’t know anything about her. You’re just saying this bullshit because she loves me and you have no one!”

“You don’t even know what love is!” You wheeze, putting your hands on his chest and shoving him away from you. Your heart shrivels painfully within your chest, and you can feel acid poured in your stomach. “You don’t know how it is to love someone..Love is not shaking your ass and showing your boobs here and there! Love is actually having someone by your side, someone who will care and feel for you..” Your voice dies out as Carl begins mimicking you, mocking your attempts of knocking some sense into him.

“Blah, blah… Don’t you have anything else to do? You’re just jealous of her. You will never be her, so stop trying!” says Carl with a laugh, eyeing you over. A lump catches in your throat, and you look up at his face, your eyes sad and glazed over. Your fists clench, and so does your heart.

“Why..why did you have to end up like this, Carl…?” Carl doesn’t answer. He doesn’t show emotion as he hears the words. He just stares, his face blank and drained. You can see his jaw lock and his neck crane, his fingers curled up into fists.

“Well, too fucking bad. This is me, now, whether you like it or not.” he seethes lowly, turning his broad back to you and heading for the door.

“No, Carl, this isn’t you… This is not you!” You try desperately, but his sharp voice interjects you, so bitter that vinegar seems like a syrup-coated apple compared to it.

You don’t know me. I’m done talking.” Your shoulders jerk as he slams the door behind him, but the heavy aura remains thick and dense around you. Your heart is in pain, your eyes trembling with tears as you shake your head. You wipe your blushing cheeks, sniffling a little as you turn back to walk to Judith’s room. But, when you turn around, you are surprised to find the little girl standing there, her head tilted sideways as she looks at you.

“Y/n, why are you sad..?” quires Judith softly as she looks up at you. You force a smile, kneeling down and stroking the four-year-old’s golden locks.

“I’m not sad, Judy..” You gently cup the child’s rosy, plump cheeks, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Judith giggles a little, watching you with big, blue eyes as you part your lips and talk. “Your brother’s just being a douchebag again.”

Your bones tremble and you nervously bite your lip, holding the small, glass statue of a swan within your palms. It was a delicate, glistening thing you found on a run the other day, and decided to keep it. You overheard Rick and Michonne talking, saying that Carl’s birthday was nearing. The boy had been in a bad mood for the past days, and you figured that maybe a gift would make him feel a little better. You were still anxious, wondering whether he would accept it or not.

You quietly walk toward his room, your heart skipping a beat as you stand shakily before the bedroom’s door. You bring your knuckles to the fraying timber, knocking softly in order to not disturb him. You wait for a few seconds, and can hear fumbling from inside. Carl opens the door with his usual, moody frown, standing before you half-naked. He’s stripped to the waist, and his hair is a tousled mess. Looking closely, you can see that Enid is on his bed, her leg dangling of the mattress as she waits for him to come back.

“Don’t yell at me; I just need a moment of your time..” Carl raises his eyebrow at you, nodding his head as if he’s telling you to keep talking. “I won’t bother you any further, so.. here.” You bite your lower lip, reddening it as you gently extend your arms and offer the glimmering present. Carl seems confused as he takes the glass swan from you and inspects it within his hand. “Your birthday is coming up and I’m going to be away then.. so I took this for you. I’ll.. go now.”

“What is that?” You hear Enid’s bothered voice as she peers over Carl’s shoulder, taking the small statue from him. “Aw… You took him a birthday present? How sweet…” The older girl raises her brow, her cold eyes squinting.

“But, he doesn’t need your pitiful gifts. He already has me.”

Enid laughs and snaps her arm sharply, letting go of the fragile present and letting it smash against the floor. Your lips part a little as you see the shiny shards scatter across the floor, broken, just like your heart. You actually feel like you are going to cry. You almost risked your life for that.. and now she just comes and destroys it?!

“Why did you do that?!” You clamor weakly, your shoulders dropping as you gaze down at the detached glass.

“As I said; Carl already has me. He doesn’t need your pathetic attempts. Now, fuck off, you were interrupting something good..”

Your eyes flare vividly, a metal wire wrapping around your skull as your sadness slowly fades and is replaced by a throbbing flame of rage and clear anger. The feeling is pulsing within your chest, swimming through your veins and intoxicating your brain. Enid’s sly grin slowly faints and she takes refuge behind Carl’s back, thinking that under his “protection”, she will avoid your evident, upcoming burst.

You are not frightened by Carl. You simply push at his shoulder and, to your surprise, he lets you pass, a little startled himself. Enid’s light eyes widen and the older girl shouts and you seize her by the hair, your nails sinking into her head and sending her tumbling sideways. Before she can heave her head and before Carl can even grab you, your arm ascends, hissing audibly through the air.

Enid almost falls bodily, banging her left knee against the floor as she stares up at you with a look that expresses mostly surprise and fright rather than anger for revenge. She holds her numb cheek, which is glowing pink and is paralyzed with pain by your potent, sudden smack. You know that if it were just the two of you, she would have risen and tried to fight you, but Carl is here. Enid cries out and runs toward her boyfriend, blabbering and squinting her eyes so it looks like she is crying. She enfolds the boy tightly, mewling against his neck. She wants him to yell at you, or insult you.

But, Carl doesn’t do any of that, to you great surprise. The boy’s look is one of pure confusion and a bit of seriousness as he gazes at you; as if you were two enemies trading glances from opposing battlefields. Your forehead is sweaty and your breath unsteady as your eyes lock for a brief moment. In his blue eye is something you can observe, something familiar, yet you can’t quite put your finger on it.

You straighten your blouse by the collar, not noticing as Carl’s gaze flickers to your exposed collarbones and peers at the nude skin. His eye trails up the smooth tufts of your unkempt hair, inspects your blushing lips and then meets with your swarming orbs. You huff as you stride past the young man, sending him one last, lethal look as you return to the hallway, your hips swaying pleasantly as you head for your room.

“Have fun with your girlfriend.”

Carl’s pretty eye opens and the bluish moonlight lathers his youthful face as he lazily gazes toward the ceiling. The silence around him is paining him, making his chest throb. He had told Enid to leave, and now he is resting in his warm covers; covers that seem so empty and lonely. He wishes he could manage the courage to come to your room and apologize; for everything’s he done, for all the pain he’s caused you. He simply cannot find the strength within him.

“This is not you!”

“Why..why did you have to end up like this, Carl…?”

The tired boy shakes his head sadly, blowing out a heavy exhale as he recalls your words. He rolls over on the mattress, nuzzling his pillow as he curls up underneath the wooly blanket. A lone tear crosses the threshold of his eye, slowly cascading down his temple and dampening the cushion beneath his head. Goosebumps buss his milky skin once he remembers the kiss of your lips, years ago. Your smile is enough to make his heart flutter, your presence enough to make him feel dazed and hot. The relationship you two once had together was now destroyed, due to his stupidity. Why had he become this way? That’s what he asked himself every night, and his beautiful face was stained with tears as he realized; you would never to turn and look at a guy like him.

Carl is just .. tired. He just wants a big, comforting embrace to hold him, and a sturdy shoulder to cry upon. He has so much crammed within him. His soul is tortured and bruised, not used to the kind of thing you call ‘love’. His heart feels empty and gaping, his mind numb with pain and pent-up anger. He wants to cry, scream, fall to his knees and sob his heart out, break everything standing in the room locking him inside.

So ugly, so vile. Nobody would love somebody like me.

I was at the shinee concert in vancouver and I have a few tHings to say because I need to talk about it

key is sweet and cute as HELL and him speaking english is heaven lemme just say??! his dance solo during one of their songs is ICONIC and his smILE PLEASE HELP ME. he is so handsome and beautiful, I swear, his ig posts do not do him justice
minho ALSO speaking english is a blessing and him waving at fans during their performance was adorable. him trying to shush the fans with a cute little smile when he wants to talk makes MY HEART ACHE TOO?? I kept screaming ‘MINHOOO’ whenever his parts in their songs came up. and his laugh too omg why I love him
taemin trying to speak in his broken english is the most sweetest and endearing thing ever and I like how he said he’ll try to learn more of our language for when they come back (plus his solo performance was PERFECT, AMAZING)((he also has some nice back muscles yo))
• hearing onew’s voice in person almost made me cry, I’m telling you. his voice is so beautiful and he’s just a squishy little bean I love him so much, he’s so precious and his laugh is adorable
jonghyun??? HIS SMILE IS SO BRIGHT AND HIS VOICE IS SO WONDERFUL I CANT BELIEVE I HEARD HIS VOICE WITH MY OWN EARS?? his heart is so pure please why is he doing this to me
• @ the end of the concert I nearly cried but I got a piece of confetti and the memory of their voices and smiles in my head so I’m fine bless shinee and their hearts

There are about 40-ish kids in my chorus class and only 5 of them are guys, and almost the whole class is freshmen and sophomores. 
The girls on one side of the class saw a rat run in through the door and turned the entire class into chaos. They were screaming and standing in their chairs, and you can see one girl in the back literally crying her eyes out. I’m not scared of rats so I was laughing and enjoying the entire scene (and the adorable rat) and I couldn’t help but take a quick picture of the hysteria. This was after they’d had time to calm down a bit.
My favorite part of the picture is the cluster of guys in the corner with 0 time or tolerance for screaming girls.

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i dunno how long this'll be so i apologise in advance. anyway the squad was on a mission somewhere, fightin some galra i think and keith got hurt enough n ended up in a healing pod. lance was really upset n blamed himself bc if he was just a bit faster he could've gotten to him n helped him fight them off. n he never leaves the pod like hunk n pidge have to bring food to him n they brought him a pillow n blanket bc he wanted to stay by the pod until keith was fully healed (part 1)

(part 2) a couple days passed n lance was losing it thinking keith wasn’t going to wake up n it was all his fault bc he wasn’t fast enough. the others are worried about both of them bc keith almost died and lance is practically pulling his hair out waiting for keith. eventually the pod opens up n keith falls out n lance (who was sitting leaning up against it) barely manages to catch keith in his lap. lance is so fuckin ecstatic that keith was ok n was rambling on and on and hugging him and

 part 3) kissing all over his face. keith was still really woozy and said something like ‘am i dead. did i die’ and lance is still over the damn moon and starts laugh-crying 'you’re not dead but you almost were you big idiot. but you’re ok. you’re ok’ n he starts repeating that n hugs keith tightly just to kinda tell himself keith really WAS ok, he didn’t fuck up so badly, keith was fine n he was here. keith eventually hugs him back the others come in n find the two of them just hugging n

(part 4) whispering reassurances to each other and lance was crying n keith was crying bc lance was crying n hunk started crying and ran over to hug them both. later when keith was All better he had to go see lance again just to be sure he wasn’t dreaming or hallucinating or anything n that lance kissing him Happened n lance kinda forgot about that (not really but he didn’t know if that was Ok to do) so keith kisses him to make sure neither would forget again n yeah it was v good n nice 10/10

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Everything’s Fine (Poly!Hamilsquad x reader)

Warnings/Triggers: ANGST, Suicide mention, vodka

AUs: None

Time Period: Modern :P

Notes: None

Requested: Nope

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Part 2


You sat on the roof of your apartment, a half empty bottle of vodka beside you. Jumping seemed like a good option, but for now, you’d just settle for drunk.

You took another swig of vodka, ignoring yet another phone call from one of your boyfriends. You sighed. Was everyday going to be this hard? It was 9:42, and you had been out there since 4:00 that afternoon.

You had had another anxiety attack at work. You loved your job, of course, you had gone to school for it.
However, anxiety sometimes got in the way. It had only become a problem recently. And you rarely drank, but sometimes you couldn’t help it.

Another call. That makes 24 calls and most likely hundreds of texts. Maybe you should go back in. But you were fine. Well, that depended on your definition of ‘fine’.

Drunk? Check.

Depression? Check.

Anxiety? Check.

Suicide? Not yet, at least.

See? Fine. Well, good enough.

Just jump, nobody would miss you. You told yourself. You wanted to, but part of you was to scared. Maybe someone else would help.

You decided to call Peggy, your best friend. It was just to say goodbye, somebody should know.

“Hello?” She responded almost immediately.

“Peggy, I’m leaving. I wanted to say goodbye.” You said, trying to sound like you didn’t have tears pouring down your face. It must have worked, because she didn’t say anything about crying.

“Going? You couldn’t tell me yourself? We’re in the same apartment!” She laughed on the other line. “Y/N? You okay?” The tears poured faster. You choked out a sob, quickly covering your mouth.

“Oh my goodness! What is it? What’s wrong? Is Alex there? Or maybe John?” Her slew of questions only made you cry harder.

“I can’t do it anymore. I’m on the roof. Could we talk?”

Peggy gasped, “Of course! Wait for me to get up, alright? Please?” You agreed, putting the vodka to your lips once again.

A matter of seconds later, Peggy arrived on the roof, Eliza and Angelica following her. The sisters were all close friends of yours, you were just glad to talk to someone. Everything seemed fine now.


Everything was not fine! Alex had spent the last hour pacing the living room. The boys had called your phone 24 times! Alex alone had sent you 77 texts. Most of them were him worrying. You hadn’t read a single one.

He gripped his hair once again, ignoring one of his boyfriends trying to calm him down.

“We’ve tried everything. We even called her friends. Not one of them has seen them.” Lafayette said from the couch. Hercules was scrolling through his contacts, calling everyone a second time.

“Is there anything we could do?!” Alex screamed. You hadn’t even come home from work. You were always the first home. Should he call the police? Could he file a missing person report yet?

“They are?! Thank god. We were so worried.” Alex heard Herc say as a look of relief crossed his face. Alex immediately walk over to him.

“Thanks, bye Eliza.” Herc looked up at Alex. “She’s on the roof with the Schuylers. Everything’s fine.” He said, confidently. Alex heard John and Laf sigh, finally putting away their phones.

“Fine? We’ve been worried all day! We need to go get her.” Alex didn’t wait to hear anyone’s response as he rushed to the roof.


The roof’s door swung open, narrowly missing Eliza’s hand.

“Y/N? There you are!” He said, anger evident in his eyes. Your other boyfriends trailed close behind him. John stood towards the back, tears in his eyes. Laf and Herc were trying to keep Alex calm.

You just looked up at him, backing into Angelica when you saw the anger in his eyes.

“We’ve been worried for hours! We thought you were dead! Or kidnapped! Or worse!” Tears gathered in his eyes, but the anger in them did not waver.

“I—”

“No Y/N!” He stopped, seeing the vodka on the other side of Angelica. “Drunk too? What is with you today?!” Angelica stood up as Peggy hugged you.

“Okay Alex. Too far.” She said. She stepped between Alex and you as John moved towards the front a bit.

You had enough.

“Quit yelling at me! I’m done with everything!” You screamed at his, the tears shamelessly pouring down your face, Alex took a step back.

“You know what? I’m leaving.” You took the handle of the door as you felt a hand grip your shoulder, you turned as you recognized john’s hand, Laf next to him. You shrugged his hand off and marched to the Schuyler’s apartment. You hoped they wouldn’t mind.


“What was that?!” Angelica yelled.

“I-I—”

“You what?” Angelica stared at the group. “Look what you’ve done now! Congratulations!” She opened the door, slamming it shut behind her.

Peggy looked back, the same angry look on her face. She shook her head, opening the door and leaving. Eliza looked back at the boys, sighing as she left.

Alex looked at the ground.

“What did I do?”

anonymous asked:

Could you possibly do a Jeremy x reader soulmate AU where they can't see colors until they touch and it's really fluffy and it's a time line of their relationship and they get married and have kids and grow old together?? Thank you!

u said have kids so its a female reader ik i usually write gender neutral stuff im soRRY

oh and i didnt rly have any ideas for how i wanted this to start so lol enjoy

my masterlist!

Warnings: expensive headphones, swears (OBVIOUSLY), jer is rude to bb michael :(, mikey talks abt SUCKING DICK, and thats it i think??

Word count: 1,815


Jeremy muttered curse words under his breath as he watched Rich rub the back of his neck, flustered at the adorable reaction Michael gave him. Rich had gifted a large bouquet of flowers for Michael, who expressed his gratitude by peppering his boyfriend with kisses.

After saying goodbye he sat back down next to Jeremy and didn’t notice his state “Jeremy, aren’t these flowers so pretty? God, Rich is just the nicest guy and-”

“I wouldn’t know, I can’t fucking see them,” Jeremy pouted.

Now Michael knew what’s going on, “Oh, listen, Jer, you know you’re basically my brother, but you gotta stop sulking every time you see a happy couple!”

“Oh, shit, sorry. Did I offend you? I didn’t realize you’re so deep on Rich’s dick you can’t even be sensitive towards your best friend’s feelings anymore,” Jeremy snapped.

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