i was famous once

Okay I’m about to spill some tea

SO “oh look, taylor swift is dragging up past drama to sell her new album, look at her playing the victim again, you’re still over”

is what all the haters happen to be screaming (among over ridiculous things) tonight, following the release of Look What You Made Me Do, the lead single to Swift’s 6th album: Reputation. But let’s take a little trip down memory lane to see if Taylor really is playing the victim. Hold on ladies, it’s gonna be a long one. 

2006-2008  

Taylor broke out in 2006, and when Love Story stormed the charts in late 2008 she became a global superstar and thus named “America’s Sweetheart” a bittersweet and dangerous title for any young female star, because it’s so easy to fall from the top. She was immediately held to an impossibly high standard of perfection, in every aspect of her life, and she handled this with grace. 

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Return (Pt.1)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary:  (Loki Imagine: Imagine Thanos targeting Loki’s lover to punish him for his failure to get the Tesseract.) Taken from tumblr. Thor finds you during an intense mission with the Avengers. After disobeying Steve’s orders and saving you, Thor is cornered. Who are you? What were you doing there? How did Thor know you? Knowing he has to answer all of these questions, Thor explains everything.

Words: 3447

Read on Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7616194/chapters/17336539

Thor looked at her with mixed feelings. At first, he felt shock. It came in waves, raising the hairs on his body. He felt confusion and denial. He thought this must be some illusion and went on with the mission. Then he heard her. He heard her screaming his name as loud as she could.

“Thor! Thor please!” Over and over. Disobeying Steve’s orders, he went back for her. He broke her loose, and grabbed onto her tight. Using his hammer, they flew out of there. Back on the Helicarrier, he knew he was going to have to explain. He was going to have to answer questions. Painful ones. He wished he didn’t have to. He wished he didn’t have to say what he knew about this girl, but now was not the time for wishing.

He looked up from his hands where he tried to hide. He sat in a chair next to her. She was completely knocked out. Covered in bandages and a very big blanket, she laid in one of Tony’s personal hospital beds. He bought some just-in-cases, and kept them in a medical wing of the Avengers Tower. Thor looked in front of him. Natasha, Tony, and Steve stood in front of him, waiting. He felt a little scared, but mostly distraught.

“Who is she?” Natasha asked. The question lingered around the room. His shoulders dropped. He felt the weight getting bigger.

“It’s a very long story, Lady Natasha,” Thor replied. He half-hoped he could leave the answer at that.

“Was she your girlfriend before Jane?” asked Tony. He tried to be polite about it, but Tony had his own way of saying things as always. Thor chuckled.

“No, no,” Thor smiled. “Lady Jane is the only woman who has captured my affections completely. This young woman is more of my sister. I care for her very deeply, but not in the romantic sense.” The three Avengers tried to make sense of what Thor was saying. Natasha narrowed in eyebrows out of curiosity. Steve tried side-glancing at Natasha for help. Tony kept talking.

“Thor, I don’t mean to be insensitive, but I think there’s more to this story than you’re letting off,” Tony pointed out. Nat and Steve nodded in agreement.

“You wanted to make sure we brought her back here safe and sound,” Tony walked towards the hospital bed. “We saved a lot of people, but you specifically wanted to bring her back here. Why? I mean, if she is not your girlfriend or anything romantically then who exactly is she?” Thor looked long and hard at Tony, Steve, and Natasha.

“If I tell you who she is, you must promise me to let me explain before taking any action,” Thor’s voice almost sounded like his father’s, like a ruler instead of a friend. The three looked at each other, and nodded in agreement.

“Okay, if she is that important then okay,” Tony said. “Who is she?” Thor cleared his throat and with a very serious voice he said,

“She is Loki’s fiancée.”

After some shouting, some scrambling, and an argument from Tony that was cut short by Nat because Tony said, “Her life shouldn’t be worth that much” and Natasha may or may not have put a knife to his throat and made him swear not to touch her. The four Avengers settled in the living room with some tea except Tony who felt he needed ‘a real drink’ instead. Thor felt their curious eyes on him, and he took that as a cue to start.

“Where to begin,” he sighed.

“How about you start with how you met her?” Natasha’s voice sounded more soothing than usual. She smiled a little, trying to encourage Thor to go on.

“Well,” Thor smiled back finally feeling some comfort. “The first time I met her was when I was with Loki and my friends. We all snuck out of the palace to go and drink at pubs when we were much younger. Lady Sif asked me if she could bring her along her best friend, Lady (Y/N). Fandral agreed immediately because he was dying for more female company. Some planning was involved on Loki’s and Fandral’s parts. They wanted to map out where we should go. My friends, Loki, and I took some horses from the stables and we settled at the first pub while we waited for the girls. Loki was complaining about waiting for them when they came in. Usually, Sif would be in armor, but for this night, she donned a beautiful dress. I will admit I did not want to look away, neither did Fandral or Volstagg. Loki, on the other hand, did not look at Sif at all.

“He was looking at (Y/N). I never seen him so engrossed with any girl before. He had kissed and danced with other girls, but this was different. He looked at her as if she was a book he always wanted to read. Sif introduced all of us to her. (Y/N) smiled with such grace and warmth; she was as beautiful as ever. I remember her first words to me. ‘Sif was right about you. You do look like a hero.” Thor had smiled for a bit allowing himself to return to the memory.

“Sif introduced her to Loki last. You remind me of her, Lady Natasha. Sif was very protective of (Y/N) at that time. She looked like she didn’t want Loki to even breathe the same air as (Y/N). Loki stood up and offered her his seat, but before she could sit down, Sif narrowed her eyes and said ‘Don’t you dare even try’ and sat her next to Hogun. That did not matter though, Loki always gets what he wants.” Thor chuckled.

“How so?’ Steve asked.

“Well, it was only the first pub of the night,” Thor continued with his natural talent of storytelling. “We were all drinking wines and meads, experimenting what tasted better. At the second pub, Fandral kept flirting with Sif, so she was preoccupied while Volstagg, Hogun, and I started a drinking contest with each other. I was determined to out drink both of them even though Volstagg was much bigger than me. No one paid attention to Loki drinking with (Y/N) alone. He whispered little things into her ear and she smiled. He didn’t touch her, but his fingers were always inches away from her. The 3rd pub was extremely crowded. It was so late in the night that many people were drunk, singing songs, and fighting all around us. No one had noticd who we were or how old we were.

“Sif ended up sitting on Fandral’s and my lap. Hogun went home after not being able to hold his own very well, and (Y/N) sat in Loki’s lap. He kept whispering things into her ear, and she would whisper right back. Loki had his arms all over her. Sif didn’t look too happy at what was happening. She asked the pair several times what they were talking about, but neither would reveal the subject. Then, as we went home, the sun was rising. Volstagg carried a passed out Fandral on his horse, Sif was falling asleep on mine. Loki had (Y/N) on his horse. Both of them were drunk and laughing. I remember watching him kiss her as he escorted her home. It wasn’t his first kiss, but it was hers.” Thor smiled at the warm memory.

“What else do you remember about her?” Natasha said. She and Steve became excited to hear more of his memories. Tony stayed back, not yet enchanted by Thor’s words or stories about Asgard.

“So much,” he began. “After the pub night, she was around the palace more. As much as I enjoy Sif’s company, (Y/N)’s company was much more pleasant. She was the complete antithesis of Sif. Where Sif would train for days on end with the Warriors Three and me, Lady (Y/N) would spend her days dancing, reading, and have etiquette training. At balls, she would dance with such grace and ease. Her conversations were always interesting and knowledgable. Once I jumped in one of her ‘famous conversations’ at the wrong time.”

“Was it about something dirty?” Tony asked out of the blue hoping to find interest.

“No, it was about something disgusting, I’m afraid. All I remember is her describing how she cleaned horse shit off the gown she was wearing. She thrived at balls. I did not get to dance with her as much as I wanted to, but when I did, it was always wonderful. Loki would hardly let any other man dance with her. He became very possessive after an incident.”

“Incident?” Steve arched his eyebrow.

“(Y/N) finished her education, and therefore it was time for her to find a suitor, at last according to her parents. At one particular ball, Loki noticed a young man dancing with her for most of the night. He was the son of a respected member of the council. At the end of the night, the young man kissed her cheek and told her how beautiful she was. She blushed. Loki was furious. His face went red, and he kept pacing back and forth until he stormed off. Later that night, (Y/N) came up to me and asked where Loki was. We searched for him, but there was no trace. (Y/N) felt worried and slightly hurt. The next day I hear my father scolding Loki for playing a nasty trick on the councilman’s son.

“What did he do?” Tony smiled, suddenly interested.

“He gave the poor boy a horse’s nose with hooves to match.” The four Avengers laughed out loud, and Tony sat with Steve and Nat to hear more. They shared their drinks with each other and Thor continued on. “Loki would read with her in the library. He drank tea with her every day. He dueled with weaker opponents to make himself look stronger in front of her. They had a very strong friendship. (Y/N)’s famous conversations at balls turned into Loki and (Y/N)’s famous conversations. Everyone who knew them thought they would be a great match for the other. It was very hard to get him to admit his feelings for her.”

“He was scared of rejection wasn’t he?” Steve interjected.

“Yes,” Thor answered right away. “I don’t know why. I tried telling him to just tell her or she feels the same way, but he never believed me. I wanted to tell (Y/N) myself, but then I didn’t have to. My father took us on more dangerous missions and places. An adjacent kingdom was going through a civil war. My father thought it was time for the Warriors Three, Sif, Loki and I to fight in our first war. My mother and (Y/N) were so terrified. My mother argued with my father up and down for two weeks about it. She even threatened to go on a hunger strike, but it was time. We had to do this. Both of them had a very hard time saying their goodbyes. (Y/N) didn’t look Loki in the eye as he said goodbye to her. He misunderstood it as apathy. What I did not know until later was that (Y/N) grew more scared every day for Loki. She would read his favorite works and she wore green hoping it would bring him luck. When we came home, she hugged all of us very hard and crying for joy until she saw Loki.

“She stopped everything and ran to him crying even harder. She grabbed him and kissed him in front of everyone. I think that’s when Loki knew. We had a small celebration that night, and sometime during the middle of it, (Y/N) and Loki disappeared. Fandral found them in the gardens. Sif wanted me to come along and spy on them because after all this time, she did not believe Loki’s intentions to be good. And she was proved wrong. Loki confessed his love for her, and they embraced. It was endearing, and I was jealous.”

“Jealous?” Nat said not believing the words that came out of his mouth. “Of your brother?”

“He had true love, something I did not understand or want yet, but he had it,” Thor continued. “Loki was always much more mature, level-headed, and intelligent than I was. Of course, it would make sense for him to find something like that before I did. But he was happy. They were both so happy after that. In fact, I caught them sneaking into his room that very night. She did not come out until the next morning.”

“You mean?” one of the three said.

“Oh yes, Loki made me promise not to tell Sif or anyone for that matter. He begged me not to, and (Y/N) ran away from his room before anyone could put the pieces together. They were deep in love. The day he asked for her hand was so glorious. It was her name day, and he made an intricate puzzle box that when it opened it revealed a beautiful ring and he recited a poem to go along with it. She said yes, and I gained a sister. There was no one more honorable or more worthy than she was. Everything was so wonderful until the Frost Giants.”

“I’m assuming you’re referring to the time you were exiled here?” Tony asked. “I remember your files.” Thor nodded his head.

“During that time, Loki found out his true parentage, and that Odin would never give him the throne. He seized Asgard as his own, and (Y/N)’s parents became scared of their impending marriage. So, they hid her away. Sif and the warriors three helped, all of them in fear of what Loki would do to her.”

“Do to her? Did he threaten to hurt her?” Nat asked.

“No, he would never hurt her, but I was the only one to believe that. He became more violent. More unhinged. Sif would tell me how (Y/N) would cry every night because she only wanted to help Loki and that he needed her. She didn’t understand that he succumbed to the darkness around him. He sent out parties to find where she was hiding. Eventually, he had her parents thrown in the dungeon because they would not say. Then, our fight happened, and Loki killed himself, or so we thought. (Y/N) became so heartbroken, she considered suicide as well.

“Sif would visit her every day, and her parents had arranged for her to marry someone else. Until Loki was spotted on Midgard.”

“Germany,” Steve said.

“Yes, Heimdall burst into the palace informing everyone about this. Odin immediately allowed me to go to Midgard and try to bring him home. As I left, I had hoped to bring back my brother. What I did not expect was to lose a sister when I came back.”

“She attempted—

“No,” Thor looked to the ground in defeat. “She was taken by Thanos. After Loki failed him, Thanos’ men were seen at (Y/N)’s residence. They took her, and she wasn’t seen again. No one could find her, not even Heimdall. Sif went on a rampage. I have never seen her so angry or so saddened. My heart broke to think my almost sister was taken so suddenly, and I let her slip through my fingers. Loki had no idea until his trial after New York.”

“Loki didn’t know she was taken?” Nat asked. “He had no idea at all?”

“No. I will always remember the look on his face when he found out. He was terrified. However, this did not stop my father from rubbing this loss in his face.”

“And you haven’t seen her since until tonight?” Nat replied.

“Yes,” Thor nodded. “We all assumed she died. That Thanos murdered her as punishment for Loki’s failures. Loki was sick to his stomach for weeks in his cell, or so I am told. To see her here, to know she is alive.” Thor’s voice trailed off.

“What do you want to do now?” Steve asked. “You wanted to explain before we took action.”

“Lady (Y/N) is a kind, loving soul,” Thor said. “I don’t know if she still loves Loki, but please do not place judgment on her. She is good. Please do not punish her because of Loki.”

“Done, but I want to ask her a few questions about Thanos and where she’s been,” Tony took the last sip of his second drink.

“And we must tell Loki that she is alive and here.” Thor ordered, sounding like his father again.

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” Nat said.

“This woman is everything he ever loved. Everything he ever wanted is her,” Thor said. “Before New York, before he found out his true heritage, there was a time where he would have gladly given up the throne and power for her. I love this woman as my own sister, and I am so relived she is safe. Please extend that courtesy to my brother. He deserves to know his love is alive.”

The Avengers took it to Fury, explaining the situation. SHIELD had their say and laid out rules. Loki had to be in chains, escorted by Thor at all times, and he must obey every order given to him. Loki was brought to the Tower somewhat confused, but apathetic. Loki donned some Midgardian-like clothing. He did not know what to expect until he reached his brother’s mournful face.

“Did that old oaf finally die?” Loki’s venomous words made Thor inhale sharply.

“That oaf is our father—

“Your father,” Loki corrected. “So, did he or did he not?”

“This is not about the Allfather, Loki,” Thor tried to explain, hoping his brother would listen. “This is about someone entirely different.”

“Who then?” Loki asked. The chains clinked slightly as he moved. Loki smiled wickedly. “Is it your Jane? Or your friends? Hm?” Thor frowned at Loki.

“This is about Lady (Y/N),” Thor said. Loki froze. The wicked smile deteriorated and anger grew in its place. His nostrils flared. His eyes stared daggers at him.

“What about Lady (Y/N)?” Loki spat. “Do you wish for me to remind you of what I know? Is that why you brought me here? So you can show your little friends how everything is my fault again? Do you wish to gloat how your lover is safe and sound while—

“She is alive, Loki,” Thor cut in.

“What?”

“(Y/N) is alive,” Thor pointed to the room behind him. Behind a glass wall lay (Y/N). Her hair spread out on the pillow. She breathed steadily, and all cuts seemed to be healed. Her body covered in blankets.

“I found her during this last mission,” Thor explained, hoping to ease the shock. “I don’t know how she got there, but she was there. Loki, she was so cold. Her whole body was ice.” Loki stopped all talking at once. His breathing hitched, and he started walking towards the glass wall. He dragged the chains behind him and studied her. The way she slept, the way she breathed, her hair, her hands, everything. Tears formed in his eyes.

“Thor,” Loki said in a low voice. “I may have caused you pain in the past, even threaten your loved ones, but this? This is cruel. This is a very cruel trick, brother.”

“This is no trick.”

“She died, Thor!” Loki shouted at him. “(Y/N) was murdered! She was taken from her safe abode and was murdered because of me! I failed! This was Thanos’ punishment! I failed him! I murdered her!” Loki’s crying hushed everyone around them.

“Loki,” Thor started. “I thought she died too, but look at her. That is her. I know it is. We found her during a mission. She is alive. I assure you that is her in there.” Thor took his brother’s shoulder and massaged it. Loki pressed his forehead against the glass.

“I have to know. I need to make sure it’s her, please,” Thor looked at Tony and Steve for clearance. Steve immediately nodded his head. Tony exhaled.

“Let him in, Tony,” Pepper said quietly behind him. Tony nodded his head as well, giving in to the pressure. Thor escorted Loki into the room. They both stepped carefully closer to her bed. A steady beep of the heart monitor and Loki’s nervous breathing were the only things that could be heard. He reached the side of her bed, and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. After the gentle touch, Loki put his hand down. His lip quivered, and suddenly he couldn’t take it anymore. Loki broke down over her, sobbing hard.

Drabble Challenge! 1-100

Rules: Followers send a number to your ask and you write a drabble using that sentence/prompt in your piece. Try to keep up! Expect a TON of requests!

  1. Stop acting like a child!
  2. Retrace your steps.
  3. You don’t have to worry, I’m here.
  4. Don’t you just wanna reach out and touch it?
  5. I said “movie day”, not “moving day”!
  6. Fine, go out with your friends. I hope you have fun!
  7. That’s hot! Hot! Hot!
  8. What the hell did you do to my car?
  9. We’ve been married for years and you won’t even help me ____
  10. Do it now, or we won’t have sex for a month.
  11. Did you change all the clocks?
  12. It’s not a toy, it’s an action figure.
  13. Are we lost?
  14. Don’t tell me to stop, you’re not my mom.
  15. Where would I be without you?
  16. You ran over my foot!
  17. I’m like the hulk.
  18. Take out the trash or so help me God!
  19. Do we have a spare?
  20. You know I don’t like when the power goes out.
  21. Babe, that my ____(insert body part here)
  22. I am not telling you how I lost my virginity, nope.
  23. Shopping? For eight hours?
  24. Show me your texts or it’s over.
  25. I just had a couple drinks.
  26. Why haven’t they invented bowling on ice?
  27. Take notes. Watch and learn.
  28. You hit me!
  29. You lost…but you’re still MY little winner.
  30. It’s not that hard…that’s what she said.
  31. You spent how much?!
  32. You stayed home last weekend, come on. You’re coming this time.
  33. Did you just fart? ‘Cause you’re blowing me away.
  34. No, you’re not fixing it again. Call a plumber.
  35. 239 DVDs and yet nothing to watch.
  36. I said a pot of coffee, not just a cup. Go get the pot.
  37. Is it to late to say…celery?
  38. I have a headache, be nice for once!
  39. If I were famous…oh wait…I am!
  40. Just call me Gandhi.
  41. You’re sitting in front of a space heater in the middle of summer…
  42. Do it and I’ll shave your eyebrows.
  43. I’ve been looking everywhere!
  44. We can either just cuddle, or you can sleep on the couch?
  45. I’m stuck at the office.
  46. What is this? 20 questions?
  47. Explain why the remote and Cheetos are in the bathroom.
  48. I’m not eating frozen pizza for the third time this week.
  49. Have you seen my chainsaw?
  50. They’re not coloring books. They’re “adult” coloring books.
  51. Hand over the cheese grater, or else.
  52. Shut up and get off the dance floor.
  53. Do you like guacamole?
  54. It looks like you’re driving me to my death.
  55. You love me and you know it.
  56. You’re going deep SEA fishing?
  57. You’re not even a boyfriend, you’re kind of like a dog.
  58. Trust me, I’m a doctor. Well, kind of, not really. I have Hello Kitty bandaids though.
  59. …but my phone’s dying…
  60. What would you do for a Klondike bar?
  61. Explain why there’s a bra under your bed.
  62. They’re curtains, not window blankets.
  63. What would you do if you were locked in an elevator with me?
  64. Did the lights just flash?
  65. Take out the garbage! This is like the 10th time I’ve asked!
  66. It’s not a donkey. It’s a mule.
  67. I told you I don’t like boats, why’d you drag me out here?
  68. Shh, don’t say a word.
  69. Road trip?
  70. I just want to watch the sunset and you gotta be creepin’.
  71. How’d we end up at the Grand Canyon?
  72. Do you prefer colored pencils or crayons?
  73. Bear attacks are a legitimate fear.
  74. Blankets are for quitters.
  75. Get back here and put on some pants.
  76. You spent how much???
  77. You switched our pillows, savage.
  78. Egg Rolls aren’t meant to be breakfast.
  79. Any other day, I might just want to die.
  80. I warned you, if you were late one more time…
  81. Wanna runaway?
  82. I was kind of wondering if maybe…could we…you want to go to the movies with me?
  83. It was supposed to be perfect! Now everything’s ruined!
  84. Don’t trip.
  85. The best thing in the world is waking up beside you.
  86. You said you weren’t going to leave, no matter how hard things got.
  87. I just tell myself things will get better.
  88. Karma’s a b*tch
  89. Omg, this is my favorite song. Dance with me!
  90. It was an accident. I was cooking…I’m not going to the hospital.
  91. I think the roof is leaking, or it might just be raining inside.
  92. It’s a blizzard out yonder.
  93. I forgot we had a cat.
  94. You want to explain why my window is broke?
  95. Did you go through my underwear drawer?
  96. Why’s it so small?
  97. Amen.
  98. It was a dark and stormy day when…
  99. Your love is just a lie.
  100. *Make up your own*

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Ephemeral (Part 2/4)

Pairings: Tony Stark X Reader

Words: 1410

Summary: Could you do something where the Reader is Steve’s fiance and right before the wedding they find out he’s not really in love with them, he’s in love with Sharon? Whether that be he tells them or she finds them together some way. And she goes to Tony for support and after a lil bit (the night of or a few months from then) they get together? Sorry if this is confusing…

Warnings: Some swears,insecure Y/N,and lots of angst. 

Requested By: @wannabe-weasley

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The door shut behind you with a slam. You pressed your hands against the back of it,as you threw you head back,not having any care in the world how it hard it hit the wood. You sucked in a breath and then you let it all out in one breath,you screamed out of frustration. You slid down with the support of the door,your back against it,and bent your knees,caging them in your arms.

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What wisdom? ( Reader X Jughead)

Reader X Jughead

Request: no, my plot

Warning: none, well it does get a bit “sexy?” ( not really ) But you’re safe 😂

A/N: I wrote this because I just had my wisdom teeth removed yesterday and let me tell you.. IM DYING! And yes I tried rolling off the bed… tried to kill myself while I was numb.

SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING MISTAKES

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Well today is the day that Jughead gets his wisdom teeth removed, I got all four of mine removed a couple of months ago and jughead was a pain. Coming out of the surgery room he took videos of me trying to roll off my bed considering I was high on the medication . So boy was I going to enjoy this moment.

“Y/N, does it hurt? I mean they are going to removing my wisdom.” He chuckles at his own joke.

“Juggi you won’t feel a thing! Your going under general anesthesia so you’ll be passed out and being woken up under one bright light, and no don’t think it’s heaven. Sorry Jughead but what wisdom, you have none .” I reassure and joke with him

“But Y/N, after the surgery you were in pain and all you had was soup, yogurt and jello! I’m going to starve to death.”

“Juggie you’ll be in pain yes and you won’t eat solids for a week or more, depending on how fast you recover but I’ll help you.” Once again I reassure him as we wait for the nurse to sign jughead into a room.

When Jughead has his room they give him a hospital dress with the weird underwear that they provide.
“Y/N, what on earth is this? The thing is practically transparent.” Jughead lifts the underwear that I was talking about.

“Juggie, stop being a pain and go change I’ll be here waiting.”

Jughead walks away into the bathroom as he changes and just as he closes the door my mom comes in, who is also the one that did my wisdom surgery and who will do Jughead’s.
“Y/N, remember calm him down, don’t scare him. Oh, and make sure he’s comfortable.”

I nod at my mom and she leaves me once again alone in the room. Soon later Jughead walks out with him holding the back of his hospital dress together.
“Y/N, could you help me and tie the dress? I don’t plan on showing the world my private parts and reacting Marilyn Monroe’s famous part.

I laugh and walk towards him. once he releases the back of his dress, his butt that’s covered in that weird underwear is in full view.
“Oh my gosh, JUGHEAD! why did you let go of the back, my poor virgin eyes.” I laugh and quickly grab the strings and tie his dress together.

“Y/N, please my butt is a blessing.”

I laugh and shake my head and tell Jughead to lay on his bed until they call him for surgery. Time passes and it’s finally time for him to go and get his wisdom teeth removed.

“Y/N you’re going to be here right?”

“Yes,Juggie I’ll be here waiting for you.”

“Y/N you said it doesn’t hurt.”

“ the surgery doesn’t hurt, the aftermath does but you’ll be fine. Remember you’re one Strong cookie.”

“Bye Y/N I’ll be back.” Were Jughead’s last words before the nurses rolled him out of his hospital room. I quickly say a fast prayer and hope everything goes well.

An hour and half later Jughead is being rolled back into the room with the nurses laughing.
“ you better tell your boyfriend to keep some private things to himself.”

Before I could even respond back the nurses left.

“ Juggie how was the surgery and what did you tell the nurses?” I lean down by his side.

“ Y/N have I ever told you that you have amazing breasts?” Jughead blurts out

“ Juggie what did y—”

“ Oh I’ve seen them, perky little things. I was once climbing up to your room from your window and you had the curtains open.”

I’m in shock not knowing what to say because he was literally telling me that he saw my breasts… but that wasn’t the only thing he saw.

“ oh and once you asked if I could get you a shirt from your drawers but I opened your underwear drawers instead and you had this super revealing underwear just spread out and boy did that turn me on. You know Y/N I’ve always liked you but never asked you out because I didn’t want to ruin the friendship we have.”

After Jughead long muffled rant, I was sure my face was red! I was so embarrassed and in shock to even express my feelings. But decided to take advantage of his confused state while it lasted.

“ Juggie, how did the underwear look like.” I asked him hoping he’s not talking about the one that Veronica and Betty got me as a joke, but of course it was that one that he saw.

“ it was a white with flower lace, it was practically a thong and it had this cute little bow at the back, could you model it for me?”

At this point I was just dying from inside…
“Juggie please just go to sleep, okay? I’ll be here when you wake up.”

It took Jughead a few minutes until he passed out and I was left feeling fuzzy, embarrassed and confused all at once. When Jughead was discharged I guess he forgot everything he said because he acted normally. When we arrived back to his home at the drive-in , i made sure he was in bed with a basket by his bed and told him I would be back with the soup and jello that I’ll make back home.

When I reached home I made the soup and jello that he’ll be eating and grabbed my pjs and extra clothing,face wash and toothbrush that I’ll use when staying over. But before leaving I ran to my underwear drawer and grabbed the underwear he spoke about.

After feeding Jughead his food and gave him his painkillers, I grabbed the underwear and everything else beside my pjs to tease Jughead a bit…

I walked into the bathroom to do my business and wore my underwear and walked out without a shirt or bra and just covering my breasts with my arm.

“Hey Juggie, can I borrow one of your shirts? All of my shirts are tight fitting.”

When Jughead lifted his head to face me, I swear I think his eyes popped out of his eye sockets. His eyes scanned me from top to bottom as if I was his laptop screen.

“Jughead, can I borrow a shirt? I don’t plan on sleeping without a shirt.” After my last comment he nodded and his head and I walked and grabbed a shirt from his.

I spun around so that I’m not facing him and put on his shirt and I know for a fact that he was staring at my butt. When I was done I walked over to him and leaned down and whispered.

“Jughead make sure to keep what you saw and wished to yourself, hope you enjoyed my modeling of my underwear but sorry I couldn’t flash you my chest.
And how about we go out on a date after you recover? Good night.”

Once I pulled back I could see the hint of red covering his cheeks and shock that overtook his eyes

radioactivespaz  asked:

what happened with nick?

Soooooooooooo. Nick Robinson apparently has a long history of using his internet fame to flirt with female fans and ask for nudes and really be an all around creepy guy. It’s known for sure that one girl he spoke to was like newly 18 and he was 26, he maybe talked to a minor? I haven’t seen actual proof on that though.

This all came to light last week, and Nick was s suspended from Polygon and it came out yesterday that he was fired. Nick released a written apology that basically boiled down to “I didn’t know I couldn’t flirt with every woman I saw once I became real famous and loved so mea culpa mea culpa mea maxima culpa.”

But like, when everything came to light, and with the speed and intensity a lot of his friends and colleagues (The McElroys, Ben Pack, Matt Kessler, etc) all dropped Nick, the general consensus is that there’s a lot more insidious stuff that they know about and we don’t and won’t. But that’s not concrete.

The long and short of it is Nick is an almost thirty year old adult man who didn’t know that you can’t hit on every woman you see, especially when you base your whole persona around being soft and sensitive.

ihasmanyfangirlproblems  asked:

To everyone in the RFA, have you heard of the K-pop group BTS?

Zen: I’ve heard of them…but I’m not super into them. They have good music. 

Yoosung: Their music is great! And…I might have gone to their concert with a friend once…

Jaehee: BTS? *Pushes glasses up* I own every one of their albums since debut. 

Jumin: I met them once. Nice kids. I didn’t know they were famous at the time. 

Seven: I don’t know a BTS. I only know a Behind–I mean, Beyond the Scene. 

Saeran: Oh…that stuff that Yoosung plays all the time. Yeah, they’re okay.

V: I once unknowingly did a photoshoot near their concert area. A lot of girls were shouting “V”, and I was very confused until I looked up who they were. 

Holoceneby Bon Iver, from Bon Iver, Bon Iver (2011).

Lost Angel

A/N: I honestly hate myself for this! I cried my eyes out, even imagining this hurt so much! Enjoy and leave your comments behind! I may do a little bonus part! Depends on you guys! Picture is not mine!


 I slam the door behind me as I enter my bedroom, leaning against it. My body feels numb and I have no strength left in me anymore. My eyes are red and swollen from the uncountable tears I’ve shared no long time ago and all I do feel is pain. An unimaginable pain that kills me from the inside. An unimaginable pain that stabs me like thousand knives. An unimaginable pain that tears me apart. My legs no longer can hold me steady and I slid down the door, wrapping my arms around them and starting to sob again. How can my day end like this?

My happiest night turned out to be my worst nightmare. I still cannot process everything that happened in the last few hours. Everything went so fast and I couldn’t prevent it from happening. I have struggled with all my might but I wasn’t strong enough. I wasn’t strong enough to protect him. I wasn’t strong enough to keep him safe. I have literally failed.

Why? Is all I can think about. Why did it happen? Why did I have to lose him? Why? Why? Why?

My throat begins to ache as I scream out this question over and over again. Over and over again until I cannot handle it anymore and my vocal cords feel sore. I weigh my body back and forth, back and forth, trying to calm down but I can’t. The pain, oh the pain in my chest is too heavy. I feel like I’m dying. I feel like someone knocked the air out of my lungs. I feel like someone ripped my heart out of my chest, stomping on it in front of my eyes.

I want him back, just want him back. His kiss that he gave me for the last time still lingers on my lips. The feeling of his arms wrapping around my waist is still present. His beautiful scent, I can smell it like he’s right next to me. But he isn’t, not anymore. I will never see him again.

I will never have the chance to kiss him again. To feel him and to talk to him all day long. All these chances are taken away from me. No more hugs, no more late night calls, no more “I love you’s” escaping from his beautiful lips. If I had known what the night would turn into, I would have never agreed to go to this fucking party.

The darkness of my room is a perfect contrast to what I feel now. Empty. My other half is gone, leaving me alone with emptiness and a broken heart.

Still sobbing and choking, I tug at my hair. I try to erase the memory from this night, but I fail. That moment, that horrible moment is burnt deep in the back of my head. I think it’s my fault even though I know it’s not. I take the whole responsibility of what happened this night even though I shouldn’t. Because I had no control over what happened.  As I open my eyes, I can see it again, live in front of me. His motionless body.

“No!” I shake my head heavily. “No! No!” I want these images to leave my mind and never come back again. I never want to be reminded of the actions of this night. Never.

“Marcel…” I whimper out. “Please come back to me… please baby…”

-Few hours ago-

“Look at the stars. They’re shining very bright tonight, don’t you think?” Marcel pointed to the sky. We were strolling over the huge football field of our school, enjoying each other’s presence. His hand felt warm in mine as we walked around.

I looked up, staring at the stars that decorated the dark sky, shining like little diamonds. The wind lightly blew at our faces and the atmosphere fitted perfectly to the moment I was able to spend with Marcel.

“They’re beautiful.” I commented.

“Just like you, sweetheart.” He answered, kissing my temple.

“Aww, stop Marcel.” I pushed him gently away, my cheeks turning red from his compliment.

“But it’s true!” He laughed and pushed me back against his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my face nestled into the crook of his neck. If you’d asked me, we could have stayed there all night long, in the middle of the huge football field, like this. Being in each other’s arms. I felt his strong heart beat against my chest. A wonderful sound that always calmed me down when I had to deal with anxiety or stress. My fingers wandered up his neck, playing with the tiny curls that he couldn’t treat with hair gel.

A pleased hum came out from his mouth. “Do you want to go back to the party?” He asked.

I shook my head no, rather spending some time with my boyfriend where nobody could disturb us. Also, I had no desire to meet all those people who had fun with making my Marcel’s life a living hell.

A few of them were supposed to be my best friends and I felt disgusted that I once hung out with them. I belonged to the famous students in our school but traded that label against going out with Marcel. And I didn’t even care. I didn’t care for fame. I didn’t care if the other’s described me as the nerd’s girlfriend. I was totally content with that name and I couldn’t complain about it.

“Come on, let’s take a seat.” Marcel suggested, leading us to the benches. As we sat down, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, keeping me warm at the same time. I’ve already gone out with many but no one ever made me feel like Marcel did. Special.

He treated me the way I need to be treated, with care, respect and love. Not even my ex Jason, also one of the famous boys in school, managed to give me those things. We have been dating, yeah, but I think for him it was more about being the hottest couple in the entire school. He never gave me the feeling that he was really interested in me. I think worked more for our relationship than he did.

“I can’t wait to graduate.” I said, leaning on his shoulder. In a few months, we would finish school. I couldn’t wait for it any longer. Marcel and I decided to move in together and to study in the same university. I was so ready to leave everything of this life behind me and to start a new chapter. I was looking forward for our common future. One day, I would marry him and we would have lots of children playing in the back yard of our huge house. Just the thought of it let my heart doing flips. A smile crept its way on my lips and Marcel noticed.

“What are you thinking about?” He inquired, giving me a loving kiss on my head. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his sweet gesture.

“I’m just imagining our coming future. You and me as a married couple with children. I’m really looking forward to that moment.”

“Oh my pretty angel.” Marcel said. “I can’t wait for it too. If you ask me, I would want us to marry and having babies now but we’re too young. First, we have to concentrate on our career. And when the times there and we both feel ready for it, I will go down on my knees and ask you to marry me. It’ll be special, I promise.”

“Marcel…” I whispered, tears threatening to fall down my cheeks. Sometimes, he made me so emotional that I couldn’t help but tear up about the promises that he makes me.

“Don’t cry my, love.” He responded, wiping away the single tear that escaped my eye.

“I love you so much, Marcel.” I mumbled, bending forward to capture his lips with mine.

“I love you too, my angel.” He murmured before our lips met to a passionate kiss.

Thousand butterflies erupted in my stomach and I felt tingles running through my entire body, every single part of me felt alive. Words could not describe how much love I felt for this young man in my arms. How much I admired and adored him. He was my everything. The air for my lungs. The reason why I woke up every day and went through life. The reason for my smile. I would never be able to love somebody else as much as I loved Marcel.

As we pulled back, a genuine smile decorated our soft lips.

“Do you want to go home?” He asked and I nodded. We stood up, his body pressed to my side as we walked along the whole field to the gate.

And that’s the moment where the nightmare began.

We noticed someone shouting in the middle of the night, probably some drunk students from school. There was a party taking place and everyone was invited. We saw them coming towards us. My nails dug into Marcel’s arm, an uneasy feeling was overwhelming me.

And as I realized that it was Jason and two of his friends, I felt more insecure. Normally, I wasn’t afraid of Jason but when he was drunk, he was someone else.

“Look who we have here!” Jason slurred, he was completely drunk. “(Y/N) and Marcel! What a lovely surprise! Haven’t expected you guys to be here! What were you doing?”

His two friends laughed and I rolled my eyes, clearly had no desire for his stupid behavior.

“Hey Jason.” Marcel said, standing in front of me like a shield and trying to protect me from my ex boyfriend. “We were about to go.” We tried to pass the three wasted boys however Jason pushed us back.

“But we just came!” He whined. “Why don’t you guys stay here and we have a little bit fun, huh?” His eyes wandered down my body, licking his lips. I felt disgusted and uneasy under his gaze. Marcel held me closer to himself.

“No thank you.” He spat.”We are going now.” I admired Marcel’s braveness. I was ashamed that I couldn’t say a single word.

Jason’s eyes turned into a darker shade and it scared me. He still couldn’t bear the fact that I let him down for Marcel. His stupid big ego didn’t understand and he refused to let it go and move on. Even though he knew I had another boyfriend he still chased after me. I knew he wanted a pay back. He wanted his revenge. And now, his veins filled with alcohol he made a dangerous appearance.

I felt a firm grip on my wrist, pulling me away from Marcel. “You can go, Nerd. We will have fun without you, right (Y/N)?” Jason growled.

“Let me go, Jason!” I ordered, trying to get rid of his grab. But he refused to take his hand off of me.

“Leave my girlfriend alone!” Marcel interfered, pushing Jason hardly away from me. Jason stumbled back, almost falling to the ground (he was that drunk), but managed to keep his balance.

“Look at that!” Jason laughed. “The nerd finally showing his balls! Very cute.”

“Stop it, Jason!” I shouted. I wanted to prevent a fight between both sides and just go home as soon as possible.

“What?” Jason laughed. It was obvious that he found it amusing.”C’mon (Y/N), you know I’m better than he is and he’ll ever be. Come with me and I will make you feel good.”

“It’s not the way you treat a woman, you asshole.”  Marcel said, anger was boiling in his veins I could tell.

“What did you just say?” Jason shouted, triggered by the word.

“Asshole. You’re an asshole. That’s what I’ve said. You’re sick, Jason. You have no respect for woman or for anyone else. You just care about yourself! And you shall be true man? I feel sorry for you!”

And that was a moment for Jason to explode. No one was ever allowed to insult or underestimate his masculinity. “You’re going to pay for this, you fucking wanker!”

He punched Marcel on his nose, making him fall to the ground.

“Marcel!” I screamed, wanting to help but I was held back by one of Jason’s friends. He held me tight so I couldn’t escape out of his arms.

I had to watch how Jason and his other friend began to beat the shit out of my boyfriend. They wouldn’t stop kicking him. “Stop!” I cried. “Please stop!” I couldn’t bear to see him getting hurt. Tears wouldn’t stop streaming down my cheeks, and no matter how much I struggled to get to my boyfriend, it didn’t worked.

One of them hit Marcel on his chest and he let out a suffocated sound. It was an agonizing sound in my ears. Marcel had struggles to breathe. His upper body lifted and fell slowly. And it hit me. Marcel had a heart issue. They would kill him if they didn’t stop now. “Jason! Please stop! Stop! You’re going to kill him! Please stop!” I begged and begged and begged but they ignored me totally.

“That happens when you mess with me!” Jason grunted, keeping hitting on my boyfriend. Marcel tried to fend off the kicks but I knew that he became weaker and weaker. His moans and groans burnt themselves into my mind.

Jason hit his chest again, so hard that Marcel screamed in pain. “Jason! Stop! Please, I’ll do what you want, please!” I would do anything he wanted me to. He just should release my Marcel.

As the two guys kicked him for the very last time, one of the kicks hit his chest right were his heart was, Marcel’s eyes met mine and I screamed so loud that probably the whole world heard me. He stopped moving, laying there motionless.

As Jason and his friends realized that Marcel wasn’t moving anymore, they fled. The boy, who held me back the entire time, pushed me to the ground and run away. I landed hard on my knees, tears streaming uncontrollably down my cheeks and I crawled on all fours to Marcel.

“No… No.. no no no.” I sobbed. His beautiful face was covered in blood and bruises. His glasses were broken. He looked terrible. “Marcel…” I whimpered, shaking his body. My fingers went to his pulse, checking it. I couldn’t find it. It wasn’t there anymore. Shock went through my body. I checked it again but I didn’t feel it. “No…” I didn’t want to believe it. He couldn’t be. He couldn’t be gone. He couldn’t be dead.

“No, Marcel. Don’t do this to me, please!” I tried to revive him, pushing on his chest, checking up his pulse. I never received a respond. No matter how much I tried. “Don’t do this to me, Marcel. Don’t die on me! Don’t die on me! Come on! Please!”

I was a crying mess, not wanting to believe that I’ve lost the love of my life. I watched him die, taking his last breath in the worst way ever. “Marcel, baby, don’t do this to me! Don’t die on me baby, please!” I kissed his forehead. His cheeks. His lips. Hoping he would open his mesmerizing green eyes again. “You promised Marcel, we were going to marry! You wanted to propose to me one day, asking me to be your wife. You can’t let this go! Don’t leave me alone, my love, I’m begging you!” I buried my face in the crook of his neck, my neck wetting his soft skin. “Marcel… What am I going to do without you?! Baby, you can’t die, you can’t leave me alone! Wake up please!” I screamed over and over again. “Please!”

As much as it hurt, I knew he would never come back to me again. My baby, my Marcel was an angel now.

-Present-

“I love you… I love you so much, Marcel.” I sobbed, staining my pillow with my tears. It hurt. It hurt so fucking damn much. Even lying in my bed hurt. There have been so many memories in here and I felt trapped in my own bedroom. Without him, living made no sense anymore. Without him, living was not worth it. Without him, I will never find love again.

To be continue from this post asked sinners where you’re from, here’s something I know about your country:

- My previous boss cooked Brazillian black beans for us once. It was great :))

- There’s this girl name Sixtine that I knew from previous workplace, she’s a French and she lives in Amsterdam now. She always said “Cava?” when I came to the company.

- Puerto Rico sounds like “Beautiful women will be born there” because I saw many beauty from that country.

- My close friend lives in Malaysia and I did visited it 2 years ago lol you guys like to eat. I got offer to eat something all the time and I just declined because I cant eat anymore but my Malaysian friend thought I was mad at her. 

- I love Indian curry that’s cant be more true

- One of my high school friend married a Netherland guys, he was sweet! I want to visit there once I have enough money

- Portland is famous for tulip, I read “Black Tulip” (by Alexander Dumas) and god I want to see that with my own eyes someday.

- Saipan, wa I heard its a beauty :( I want to go there

- Alternative Universe, um, can I see myself in that universe? What does she like?

- My friend from Belgium cooked waffle for me once, it was delicious, tho I was wondering if I can get a chocolate from him lol. Dont know where he’s now, because he’s travelling the world.

- In here all German product is very expensive and only high class can afford it because seriously the durableness is just on another level! 

- We have taco in here too Mexican but I dont think the taste stays the same.

- I ate Kuwaiti dill rice when I was in Malaysia, dont think the taste will be the same but I like it!

- Vietnam: lol what you wanna know let me tell chu (skip 10000000 words)

- I have to see  Scandinavian architecture in Norway, I have fantasized about it for long time.

- People from Phillipine are incredibly postive and I feel like you’re sunshine to this world :) Your humor is always so great!


—To be continue

someone: [points out the different standards to which we hold men and women in the public eye, that people tend to baby male celebs and look for reasons to tear down women they’ve very often but not always already decided to hate due to over-exposure or jealousy, that the levels of hate women who’ve fucked up receive compared to men who’ve done the same or in fact much, much worse is disproportionate and disturbing and is something we should be aware as we discuss these things and work through the misogyny embeddied in ourselves and the societies which produced us]

a thousand whiny voices all at once: i????? have a right??? to hate [famous woman]??? feminism isn’t blindly supporting all women?????

Missed Calls (Hoseok/Reader)

Genre: Lyrical, Angst

Words: 951

Author: Admin Meyg

Summary:  “I thought you used to be the one, I guess you don’t have time.” Missed Calls by Mac Miller 

Originally posted by foreveryoongz

Long days, longer nights.
You keep startin’ fights, think you always right.
Call you up to tell you I ain’t comin’ home tonight.
Say you wanna leave me, it’s just talkin’ but I know you might.

 You held the phone away from your face, gripping it tightly to keep yourself from throwing it through the living room window.

“Hoseok, I haven’t seen you in five fucking days!” You finally screamed.

You couldn’t believe him. Another night at the studio; you might as well live alone at this point.

“Suga and I are working on something. It’ll be done soon babe, I promise.”

That’s what he always said. It will be done soon. He’ll be home first thing tomorrow. He fell asleep at the studio, but he can do lunch. Oh, too busy? Don’t worry, he’ll send delivery for dinner with the same note, 

“Might not make it home, I love you.”

Surprisingly, he made it home but not until 4 a.m. The feeling of his hands settling against the curve of your waist was one you had almost forgotten. As quickly as he had crawled in bed, you crawled out, and an unnerving knot settled in the pit of your stomach as the soft sound of bare feet followed you to the couch.

“Don’t do this. Not again.” His pleas were almost so convincing, so sincere. 

“I don’t want to fight Hoseok, just go to bed." 

You curled up on the couch, refusing to let yourself cry a single tear over the same ole situation. He put a blanket over you, before making his way back to the bedroom alone.

Now get along, I get along, I go
You sing along, to every song you know
You play your part, I’m playin’ mine
You breakin’ hearts, ain’t breakin’ mine
Since growing old is takin’ time, I’m actin’ like I’m eight or nine

People would talk. They would all say how you didn’t support him, and how he deserved better. They were wrong. You did support him, you loved his music, his dancing, and you envied his passion. You were always left in awe at the way his body moved so effortlessly when he moved. You knew how talented he was, and you were proud of him.

But you were alone constantly. You were left home to entertain yourself. Even when he was home he was completely wrapped up in his music, as if you didn’t exist. It was clear he didn’t love you nearly half as much as he loved his career, and that crushed you. You just wanted to be some type of priority, and it felt burdening to ask that of him.

"What the fuck is your problem? You’re acting like a goddamn child!” He spat into his end of the receiver.

“I’m acting like a child?!” You screamed in to the phone. “Because I want to spend more time with my boyfriend of five fucking years? Because I miss you Hoseok, I’m a fucking child?!”

“Baby, just calm down.” You scoffed over his attempt to calm you with the pet names. “I’ll be home shortly, and we can talk, okay?”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “whatever you say." 

You hung up, and continued packing your bags. You honestly didn’t expect him to come home soon, or at all. So to see him standing in the doorway as you packed up your make up, and a few stray bathroom items, made you jump.

"What are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” You choked on your words, “I- I’m leaving you.”

I been on the same shit
We run into each other and it’s like we don’t even speak the same language
I guess people always going through changes
Didn’t think I would lose you once I got famous

“Hey! I didn’t think you would come!” Hoseok’s face was absolutely radiating joy to see you.

You forced a smile, “You were great up there J-Hope.” You sighed at the stage name rolling roughly from your tongue. “I’m glad you’re doing so well." 

You glanced around for an escape. You felt stupid coming to his show. You hadn’t seen him for almost 6 months since you left, and in such a short time his career had taken off for him. You were happy for him, really, but this person standing in front of you wasn’t someone you knew anymore.

"Look it was great seeing you, but I-” he cut you off before you could finish.

“I miss you.” His smile melted into a frown. “Why don’t you ever return my calls?”

Your heart fell to your stomach at his confession. “I’m really proud of you, but I have to get back to my friends.” You didn’t glance back as you walked away, fighting back the tears welling in your eyes.

Nearly 1 AM, on cue, your phone rang. It was him again, and you sighed sharply before sending him through to voicemail. He was probably drunk again, he always was these days.

“Baby please, please answer me. I miss you. I want you to come home. This is still your home. I love you. I love you so much, and with out you this place isn’t home anymore. I promise things will be different. Please call me. Fuck. Please. I love you.”

You wiped tears from your eyes, and deleted the message. You wanted to go running back to him, and tell him how desperately in love you were with him, yet you knew dating him now in his rise to fame would never be the same as it always had been.

Kept breakin’ promises you said you’d keep
So you can leave a message at the beep