if anybody is wondering what i look like

If Styles hadn’t yet adapted to global social-media attention, he was tested in 2012, when he met Taylor Swift at an awards show. Their second date, a walk in Central Park, was caught by paparazzi. Suddenly the couple were global news. They broke up the next month, reportedly after a rocky Caribbean vacation; the romance was said to have ended with at least one broken heart.

The relationship is a subject he’s famously avoided discussing. “I gotta pee first. This might be a long one,” he says. He rises to head to the bathroom, then adds, “Actually, you can say, ‘He went for a pee and never came back.‘ ”


He returns a couple of minutes later. “Thought I’d let you stew for a while,” he says, laughing, then takes a gulp of green juice. He was surprised, he says, when photos from Central Park rocketed around the world. “When I see photos from that day,” he says, “I think: Relationships are hard, at any age. And adding in that you don’t really understand exactly how it works when you’re 18, trying to navigate all that stuff didn’t make it easier. I mean, you’re a little bit awkward to begin with. You’re on a date with someone you really like. It should be that simple, right? It was a learning experience for sure. But at the heart of it – I just wanted it to be a normal date.”


He’s well aware that at least two of Swift’s songs – “Out of the Woods” and “Style” – are considered to be about their romance. (“You’ve got that long hair slicked back, white T-shirt,” she sang in “Style.”) “I mean, I don’t know if they’re about me or not …” he says, attempting gallant discretion, “but the issue is, she’s so good, they’re bloody everywhere.” He smiles. “I write from my experiences; everyone does that. I’m lucky if everything [we went through] helped create those songs. That’s what hits your heart. That’s the stuff that’s hardest to say, and it’s the stuff I talk least about. That’s the part that’s about the two people. I’m never going to tell anybody everything.” (Fans wondered whether “Perfect,” a song Styles co-wrote for One Direction, might have been about Swift: “And if you like cameras flashing every time we go out/And if you’re looking for someone to write your breakup songs about/Baby, I’m perfect.”)


Was he able to tell her that he admired the songs? “Yes and no,” he says after a long pause. “She doesn’t need me to tell her they’re great. They’re great songs … It’s the most amazing unspoken dialogue ever.”


Is there anything he’d want to say to Swift today? “Maybe this is where you write down that I left!” He laughs, and looks off. “I don’t know,” he finally says. “Certain things don’t work out. There’s a lot of things that can be right, and it’s still wrong. In writing songs about stuff like that, I like tipping a hat to the time together. You’re celebrating the fact it was powerful and made you feel something, rather than ‘this didn’t work out, and that’s bad.’ And if you run into that person, maybe it’s awkward, maybe you have to get drunk … but you shared something. Meeting someone new, sharing those experiences, it’s the best shit ever. So thank you.”

—  Harry Styles talking about Taylor Swift - Rolling Stone May 2017 (x)
The Playbook- Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Chuck asks Reader to homecoming, Jughead thinks its a bad idea. Turns out, he was right.

Warnings: Swearing, reader has sort of a mild panic attack, but nothing too serious. This was a request from an anon who liked one of the headcanons in the non-asexual Jughead list. Hope you guys like it!!!

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I sat at a table in the student lounge by myself, waiting for my best friend Jughead. I had my sketch pad out, messing around and trying to keep myself busy.I didn’t really like sitting alone, because usually Reggie and his gang of man-children would take the attention of the student lounge, and I would be subjected to the torture that is their awful and offensive banter.I glanced around the room, uninterested, until my eyes caught the gaze of another, Chuck Clayton.

Chuck was caption of the football team, formerly co-caption with Jason Blossom before he was killed. I had never heard anything bad about him, and he sat next to me in my math class. I helped him out a bit with his schoolwork once in a while.He was actually a really kind person from what I could tell.
Chuck stood up, walking towards me. I froze, wondering why in the hell anybody like Chuck Clayton would give me the time of day.

“Hey, y/n.” Chuck stood in front of me, smiling brightly.

“Uh, hey Chuck, are you having any trouble with the geometry homework?” I asked him, beginning to pull out my textbook from my bag.

“No, uh, I actually wanted to ask you something.” Chuck stopped me.“I was wondering if, maybe you’d like to uh, go to homecoming with me?”
I froze again, taken back at his question.

“Me?“I looked around the room as if he may be confusing me with someone else.

“Yeah, you.” Chuck confirmed, chuckling a bit.

“Uh, o-ok, yeah, I’ll go with you.” I blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I didn’t see the harm in saying yes, he was a nice guy, and it wasn’t like anybody else would ever ask me.

“Great! Uh, are you free tomorrow? Maybe we could meet up after school and hang out or something?” Chuck offered.

“Alright, yeah, I can do that.”

“Cool, I’ll see you then.” Chuck grinned, walking back to his group of friends.
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“Hey, Juggie.” I smiled warmly at my friend, sliding in to the booth next to him. I laid my head on his shoulder, his screen open as he typed.

“Hey, y/n.” Jughead pressed a quick kiss to the top of my head before returning his attention to his novel.

“How was your day?” I asked him, looping my arm around his and scooting closer to cuddle in to his side.

“Oh, same old same old.Nothing interesting.” Jughead hummed, leaning his head against mine. Jughead wasn’t huge on showing affection in public, but he put up with me always cuddling in to his side.“How was yours?”

"Well, it was…interesting, to say the least."I sighed, taking a sip of the Jughead’s root beer.

"How so?”

“Well, Chuck Clayton asked me to homecoming.”

I felt Jughead tense before looking down at me with a shocked look on his face.

“What did you say?”

“I said sure.” I shrugged, taking another sip of his root beer.

“Are you feeling alright?” Jughead placed his hand over my forehead, as if he was checking to see if I had a fever. I swatted his hands away and slid over to the opposite booth seat.

"Quit it, Jug."I warned.

"This is a big deal!"Jughead fired, his hands waving wildly.

"It’s not!” I shot back.

"It’s the captain of the football team!”

"And?”

And?Y/n, he’s only one of the biggest players at our whole school!You know about The Playbook!”

“Jughead, that’s just a silly rumor."I argued.Jughead slammed his laptop shut.

"I can’t believe you’re actually going to go to homecoming with that….that….that imbecile!”

Jughead!Just because “that imbecile” is on the football team, doesn’t make him a bad person!“ I stood up, grabbing my backpack.

"Wait, y/n."Jughead reached for my wrist but I pulled away.

"I won’t be here tomorrow, I’m seeing Chuck after school.“ I paced out of the diner, ignoring Jughead’s protests.
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I hadn’t talk to Jughead all day, or Betty, or Veronica.The girls, Jughead, and Kevin seemed to be on some kind of mission, and I wasn’t going to talk to them anyways. I was sure Jughead told them all about Chuck asking me to homecoming.

When school was over, I waited in the library, where Chuck had texted me, asking me to meet up with him. I sat at a table in the corner, working on a book report until he showed. 10 minutes passed, which turned in to 20, then 30, then an hour, and I soon realized that I had been stood up. I gathered all my stuff and compiled it in to my backpack neatly, before zipping it up and swinging it over my shoulder. I pushed the bridge of my glasses up my nose and began to make my way out of the library. Jughead was going to gloat in all of his glory when I told him about what happened.

As I turned opened the door of the library, cold liquid was thrown in my face, drenching my front from head to toe. I gasped loudly, my eyes burning as I wiped the slush-like substance from my face.

"How’s your slushie, freak?!” I opened my eyes to Reggie holding a slushie cup, with about 5 or 6 guys laughing at m, one of them being Chuck.One of the jocks was holding a phone, recording the whole scene.

“Do you really think Chuck would ever ask a weirdo like you to homecoming?"One of the jocks laughed.

"News flash, nobody would ask you out even if you were the last girl on earth, you frigid bitch.”I looked at Chuck, hurt in my eyes.Chuck just smiled, before opening his mouth.

“Don’t take it too personal, y/n, it’s just-” Chuck kicked off the wall he was leaning against, strolling over to me.He leaned down so he was eye level to me."Nobody would ever waste their time on you.You’re not worth it.”

I shoved past Chuck, tears falling down my face. I ran down the hallways of the school, shoving the front doors open and running home as fast as I could.I swung my front door open, running past my mom and up the stairs.I heard my mother shout for me, but I just wanted to take a shower and crawl in to a hole and die.

I stripped off all my clothes and got in, rinsing the sticky drink out of my hair. After I was finished, I threw on some comfy clothes and wrapped a blanket around me, sitting on the edge of my bed.

“Honey.” My mom knocked on my door, opening it slowly.“You’ve gotta get ready, the football game is soon.” She took one look at me and knew something was wrong, sitting next to me on my bed.“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?"My mom rubbed my back soothingly.I fessed up, telling her everything, from yesterday when Chuck asked me out, to Jughead and I’s fight, to the slushie incident.

"Oh honey, I’m so so sorry."My mom pulled me in to her chest, embracing me tightly."If you don’t wanna go tonight, I completely understand.” My mom ran her fingers through my hair while my tears stained her shirt.

“No, I have to go, I promised Josie I’d sing with her tonight.” I wiped away my tears, taking a deep breath and calming myself down. After a few more minutes and my mom making promises to call the principal and “kick Chuck where the sun don’t shine”, she left my room so I could get ready for tonight.

I threw on the outfit I was wearing tonight and grabbed my coat, setting it on my bed with my purse and doing my hair.I did only a little bit of makeup, enough to cover up the fact that I had cried alone in my room for 3 hours, and then I slipped on my boots and went downstairs.

Archie was sat on my couch, swinging his keys around his finger. I loved on the other side of Betty, so he always offered to drive me to games, since he would be heading there anyways.

“Hey, Arch.” I smiled. Archie looked at me sadly before getting up and hugging me tightly.

“Okay, who died.” I joked, hugging my friend back.

“I know what Chuck did to you.” Archie whispered. My fingers clenched around the fabric of his varsity jacket.

“It’s okay.” I moved away so I could look at Archie.“Arch, it’s ok.”

“It’s not ok, it’s-” Archie began to yell and I caught his face in my hands, turning him to look at me.

“I’m.Ok.See?” I stood back and twirled a bit.“ No bumps, no bruises, just a stupid boy who thought he could get to me.” He had gotten to me, but I wasn’t going to let Archie, or anyone for that matter, know.

“Alright, well, Jughead and Betty are doing stuff for the blue and gold with Veronica and Kevin. They said they would meet us at the game, so…”

“Alright, well let’s get going!” I hugged my mom goodbye before leaving out my front door and climbing in to Mr. Andrews truck.
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It was the third quarter of the game and the rest of my friends still hadn’t shown up, contrary to what Archie had told me earlier. I had long since performed on stage with Josie and was sitting alone on the bleachers.
“Wow, you’re pathetic!” A girl called out to me, laughing with her friend while she pointed at her phone. I saw a video playing of me getting slushied, except on a loop, and Chuck’s words repeating in the background.

Nobody would ever waste their time on you
You’re not worth it
You’re not worth it
You’re not worth it

I stood from the bleachers, running down the steps as fast as I could. Apparently, Chuck humiliating me in front of half the football team wasn’t enough?

I started hyperventilating, feeling everybody’s eyes on me as phones started to beep, the same video being sent to the whole school. People started laughing and whispering as they looked at me and I couldn’t stop myself from bursting in to tears.My vision was blurred and I started to feel trapped in a hole that was just getting smaller, and smaller, and smal-

“Y/n!"Somebody gripped my shoulders tightly, and I saw Veronica standing in front of me. she looked at me with concern on her face, her eyebrows raised as if looking for answers.

"Chuck…he…he…oh god, Ronnie, the whole school knows.” I wrapped my arms around her neck, collapsing in to her arms.

“Shhh, I know, I know.” Ronnie hugged me back, running her hand down my hair gently to calm me down as my body racked with sobs.

“We gotta go, ok? I don’t think Kevin can hold off Jughead much longer, and-”

“Wait, what?” I gave her the concerned look this time.

Listen, the reason we’re late is because we found the playbook.Its real, and it’s got almost every girl in it, you and I the newest victims.”

“Who put you in it?"I asked her.

"Chuck and I went on a date last night, and he sticky mapled me."Veronica explained.

"Sticky maple? What’s a sticky Ma-”

“Listen, I can tell you all about it later, but right now w-”

“We gotta go, like, now, Jughead is pissed.” Betty came running up the stairs.“I’ve never seen him like this, like, ever.”I followed Betty and Veronica down the bleachers, to the football fence where Kevin stood, his back facing us and his hands wrapped tightly around Jughead’s shoulders.Jughead himself looked like a raging bull seeing red, his nostrils flaring and his jaw clenched.When he saw me, he shoved Kevin out of the way, jogging towards me.

“Why didn’t you tell me what happened right away?!?!” Jughead cried.His palms went to my cheeks, wiping away the tears still falling down my face.

“I-I don’t know, we had gotten in to a fight, and I had left it off bad, and I-”

“Y/n, it’s ok, it’s ok, alright?I’m always here for you, always, I-”

“Well, well, well, looks like you can’t keep the freaks away from each other.Let me guess, it was you that helped him hide the body, right, weirdo?” Chuck leaned against the fence, helmet resting between his hip and forearm.

Jughead wrapped his hands around my shoulders and moved me gently so I wasn’t in front of him anymore before walking calmly up to Chuck, pulling his arm back, and clocking Chuck right in the jaw. Chuck went tumbling down, falling on his ass.

“Hey, freak show, wanna tussle?” Reggie came marching over, seeing the commotion.

“Listen, we all know you get your sexist views from the 50’s, but can you not use their lingo too? It kinda makes you look like a-"Reggie punched Jughead and I gasped. Jughead wiped the blood now coming from his mouth, spitting the rest at Reggie’s feet.

A tool.” Jughead finished.

Reggie shoved Jughead and I came running forward, trying to block Reggie from Jughead. Reggie pushed me out of the way and I fell on my back.Jughead was already knocking his fists in to Reggie’s face, Reggie trying to block him. I began to go in again and was lifted in the air by Chuck, being thrown over his shoulder.

“Time to take out the trash!“Chuck laughed, hauling me off.I started screaming and thrashing in his arms, kicking my legs and waving my arms.

"Put her down!” Veronica screamed, shoving Chuck’s chest. Chuck pushed her down and Betty yelped, running over to help Ronnie up.

Archie began pulling Reggie off of Jughead, and he turned around to see me thrown over Chuck’s shoulder.Jug ran towards Chuck, doing anything he could to grab me from his arms.He kicked Chuck in the stomach, which caused him to stumble backward, and took the opportunity to grab me from his arms and pulling me away from Chuck.

“You’re fucking insane!” Chuck screamed.

“Says the one who tried to haul off with y/n!” Betty screamed back. Betty, Jughead, Kevin, and Archie now stood protectively around Veronica and I.

“What the hell is going on?” Principal Weatherbee hollered from the football field gate, Coach Clayton and the Mayor behind him.

“Chuck, you are in serious trouble!” The coach spoke to his son in a loud tone.

“Dad, they were the ones who-”

“Son, I know about the playbook.” The coach interrupted.“ And I’ve seen the video of what you did to that poor girl.Come on!” The coach grabbed Reggie and Chuck by the shoulders, dragging them back inside the football field and towards the school.The mayor and principal Weatherbee followed.
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After the whole commotion at the game, Archie was benched, because he had a bloody nose after the fight with Reggie. Jughead had it way worse, a black eye now adorning the right side of his face and a swollen lip, as well as a busted nose to match that of his best friends. He had a few cuts and bruises on his upper body, but nothing a little first aid couldn’t help.

Jughead now stood in front of me in his pajamas. Archie had drove everyone back to Betty’s, and I immediately dragged Jughead to my house to clean him up while the girls and Kevin set up an impromptu movie night/sleepover to make up for the shitty events earlier on in the night.

“You’ve been eerily silent."Jughead broke the silence as I wiped the cut on his chin with hydrogen peroxide.Jughead hissed at the discomfort.

"I’m just-” I sighed, setting down the napkin in the counter next to me.“I’m an idiot.”

“Y/n, you’re not an idiot.”

“I should have listened to you though.You were right about Chuck and I still went through with it anyways and-” I trailed off, not wanting to relive this afternoon.

“As much as I love hearing you say I was right.” Jughead smiled proudly. “What you need to know is that, everything Chuck said about you is a lie.”

“It’s wasn’t, Jug, he was right."I shook my head, beginning to cry once more.

"No, y/n, don’t say that.” Jughead rested his hands on the counter by either side of my thighs, capturing me in his lean and firm frame.I looked up at him, my eyes red and puffy.

“Jughead, I’m not worth it. None of this was worth it. You getting a black eye and a busted lip and a bloody nose wasn’t worth it!I’m pathetic! I’m a freak, I’m-” I waved my hands around wildly, and Jughead caught my wrists with my hands, holding on to them firmly but gently.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Jughead spoke softly, yet loud enough to get my attention.I stopped, looking at him.“You are worth it, ok? In my mind, in my..my everything, you’re worth it.You have always been worth it and you always will be worth it.” Jughead’s hands went around my cheeks, his thumbs stroking the sides of my face lovingly.

And then I was kissing Jughead.

My fingers were tangled in his hair, his beanie cap knocked off and long forgotten on the tile floor somewhere, his arms pulling me flush to his body. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even closer, and the only time we stopped was to catch our breath for a second before kissing again.

A muffled shout was heard and I tore away from Jughead, to see the girls standing at Betty’s kitchen window, their phones in hand, taking pictures of us. Archie appeared behind them, two thumbs up being thrown in the air.

“We have an audience.” I hid my face in the crook of his neck, my nervous laughs muffled.

“I noticed.” Jughead flipped them off and they giggled, shutting the curtains quickly.

“When we get over there, they’re in for it.” Jughead mumbled, dipping his head back down to kiss me again.

Routine (Part 3)

(Camboy AU Parts 1 and 2)

Pairing: Kagehina (NSFW)
Show: Haikyuu!! 
Summary: 

“—it’s three o’clock,” Kageyama says, “on a Thursday. I don’t want beer, I don’t want juice. I want to know why you’re—” he gestures vaguely to Hinata’s whole, squirming torso, “—doing that. What, you got worms? Do you—did you catch something? Have you given me crabs because I swear to god—”

Hinata balks, waving his hands in the space between them to shut Kageyama up.

No, oh my god. I don’t—I don’t have worms, or crabs, or any other…parasites. I’ve just got this, and I’m super excited about it.”

This, as it turns out, is a rumpled piece of paper. Hinata holds it flat on his palm, flicking his eyes between it and Kageyama’s face. He hops a little on his toes, and pushes his hand right up under kageyama’s nose.

“It’s a list!” He goes on. “I thought about it all after our first time, but there was just so much stuff I didn’t wanna forget, so last night, I finally wrote it all down!”

Kageyama blinks down at the wad of paper.

“A…list,” he says slowly. Hinata nods, frantic. “A list of what?”

“Things we can try! Like, you know, sex stuff.”

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The Arrangement (Part 14)

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

Summary: Dean tries to cope with your breakup, and then gets a surprise visit from Crowley. Your friends take you out to try and cheer you up, but eventually you head home alone, only to find someone waiting for you.

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,500

Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption (like a lot) (this is not how to cope with feelings, friends), heartbreak, sadness, loneliness, desperation, suspense, cliff-hanger

A/N: Reminder… I love you guys a lot. Like so much. Don’t hate me, it’ll be okay!

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Lady and the Tramp  {Sentence Starters}

  • “You vicious brute!”
  • “Stop that! Hush, now. Hush!”
  • “Aw, come on. It wasn’t my fault.”
  • “Now, tell me: what’s your pleasure?”
  • “Please, I don’t want to see anybody.”
  • “I should have been home hours ago.”
  • “You win. Come on. I’ll take you home.”
  • “If you grow careless, don’t blame me.”
  • “I was so embarrassed… and frightened.”
  • “I don’t need you to shelter and protect me.”
  • “Oh, don’t even mention that horrible place.”
  • “I thought you were right behind me. Honest.”
  • “All right, all right, you guys! Lay off, will you?”
  • “Oh, no, no, no! Thank goodness you’re not hurt!”
  • “Huh. If anybody ever needed a muzzle, it’s him.”
  • “Aw, come on, kid. Start building some memories.”
  • “Uh, I beg your pardon? Were you addressing me?”
  • “Oh, now, now. Who could ever harm a little trick like you?”
  • “I’ll show you what I mean. Look down there. Tell me what you see.”
  • “And beyond those distant hills, who knows what wonderful experiences?”

I look out at the stadiums full of people and see them all knowing the words to songs I wrote. And curling their hair! I remember straightening my hair because I wanted to be like everybody else, and now the fact that anybody would emulate what I do? It’s just funny. And wonderful.

Too Many Feelings Part 11 ( Final Part)

Summary: You and Bucky never get along one day Steve asks you to help him after on mission. Feelings could change?

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1719

Warnings: Fuffly and Angst

Special Thanks @drinkfantasy for reading and beta this for me.

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Originally posted by seredelgi

You look at yourself in the mirror; you are wearing a beautiful golden dress with some high heels. This wasn’t your weeding day, but you were super nervous, maybe more than Tony and definitely more than Pepper.

First off all, you had to walk with Steve down the aisle, you are too anxious about being a bridesmaid, then your parents would meet Bucky for the first time and you know your parents can be a little judgmental.

 You feel a pair of arms sneaking around you waist, you feel his lips kissing your neck “You look beautiful, doll.”

You turn around smiling seductively at him, Bucky is wearing a dark grey tuxedo looking amazing “You clean up well, Bucky; I loved your hair pushed back like this.” You say running your fingers through his chest.

You kiss him; his hands keep you close to his body while yours explore his. You swear that the world stopped for a moment, his smell is intoxicating and you feel lost in the kiss. The soft lips, the mint taste. You don’t even realize that you are taking off his jacket.

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PT.6

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John can’t remember the last time he had been so happy to just stay in his home with Rosie. He was resting his back on the arm of the sofa watching Sherlock play peekaboo with Rosie on the floor. She was just as infatuated with him as he was. Sherlock was simply that wonderful. Did he know this? Sure, he had his moments of being particularly nasty, but so does everybody. But that’s because everyone else made him feel like that it was the only way to live. Sherlock didn’t allow himself to be this soft with anybody besides himself and Mrs. Hudson, sometimes.

“Perfect.”

“What?” Sherlock turned to him and John’s heart skipped a beat.

“What?”

“You said something.” Sherlock was giving him the “you’re a git” look.

“I did?”

Sherlock rolled his eyes and tilted his head. “John you’re not making any sense.”

John didn’t realize he said that out loud, but now he was embarrassed and he needed a diversion. “Do you want some tea? I’ve been wanting some for a while now.”

Sherlock was holding Rosie’s hands and he watched John rush to the kitchen with a puzzled look. “I’d like a cup.” John nodded and started to look in cupboards for two cups, he hoped Sherlock wasn’t still staring at him, God he was an idiot. It was only one word, but he let it slip and now Sherlock thinks he’s an idiot. He let out a sigh of relief when he heard Sherlock laughing over Rosie’s mumbling. It made John’s heart sing when he heard her so happy. What he hadn’t expected to hear was Sherlock’s voice singing gently to the baby.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey…”

John closed his eyes and clutched the counter, how much more could he fall in with this man? He was already neck-deep in his amount of love and to hear Sherlock singing, he wasn’t sure he could handle it. Sherlock had so much love in his heart and even the most coldest of men could hear it when he sang. He couldn’t help it, he had to see Sherlock’s face while he sang the children’s song. He wanted to etch the memory of Sherlock’s face while he sang. He turned around and Sherlock was looking directly into Rosie’s eyes, his mouth, the mouth that John loved so much, the soft pink lips that he kissed. That mouth and those lips were curved into a smile so delicate and fragile that John physically felt his heart wrench at how painfully beautiful he was. Sherlock’s blue eyes flickered up to John’s, and he continued to sing softly, “You’ll never know dear, how much I love you…please don’t take my sunshine away…”

John blinked and Sherlock was enveloped in Rosie again, laughing and playing with her. It happened so fast that John thought he imagined it. Sherlock was singing to him. He smiled and returned to making the tea. He replayed Sherlock singing in his mind, despite it just happening. If only it were recorded, he would play it repeatedly until the disc broke. He hummed it softly still thinking of those gorgeous eyes looking right through him, straight into his core and singing those lines so carefully. He heard Sherlock say, “Are you growing the tea leaves yourself? You’re taking an awful long time.”

John chuckled and said, “Exercise patience!”

Sherlock only graced him with yet another treasured smile, and resumed playing with the oblivious infant. John poured the tea into the mugs and whispered, “Please don’t take my sunshine away…”

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Don’t worry, this won’t be the last time Sherlock sings nursery songs! 

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Annnnd I think that’s everyone! 

Can you please stop petting my husband?

Original request: Can you do one where T'Challa gets turned into a cat by Loki, but then Captain America finds him and he doesn’t know he’s a cat and starts cuddling him and babying him until the reader, T'Challa’s wife, explains what happened?  I would die laughing!

A/N: this wonderfull human @cupcakequeen1999 keeps giving me those great ideas! Go check out her own writing blog @cupcakequeen1999-3 she is getting started and she is a great writer! Also I wrote this while our ‘Easter Family meeting’. Happy (late) Easter or what you celebrate! Enjoy!

Warnings: Swearing (oh god, you know me already don’t you?)

Pairing: T’Challa x Reader, Loki x Reader (Platonic)

Word count: 1.2 k

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If Only

A/N: This fic could have been a hell of a lot better but A. I am sick, and B. I feel like shit (mentally and physically) so I tried to write a fic while I have the spare time. 

Pairing: (sort of) past Dean Winchester x reader, and a little bit of platonic Sam Winchester x reader

Summary: The reader (Dean’s girlfriend) struggles to cope after he dies and she is left alone to live life with Sam, but she doesn’t make it very far when she makes a risky choice.

Warnings: Alcohol, bad coping methods, strong language, depression, firearms, major angst, character death, and a major trigger that I put in the tags.

Word Count: 1,868

Tags are at the bottom!

I practically live on the feedback you guys give me. 

Disclaimer: Again, this contains major angst and I am NOT responsible for any shattered hearts in the process, thank you.


Originally posted by adaav


Whiskey and Rum bottles were all scattered around the library, some were half empty, and some were completely drained of the contents inside.

When you opened your eyes there was a bottle of Jack tipped on its side right in your line of sight.

You blinked a bit to clear the fuzziness, but as soon as you did that you felt a wave of pressure hit your head. You groaned and squeezed your eyes shut as you willed away the banging pain in your skull.

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In Memory of Carrie Fisher: Princess Leia Roleplaying Sentence Starters
  • "Why, you stuck up, half-witted, scruffy-looking, Nerf-herder!"
  • " Captain, being held by you isn't quite enough to get me excited."
  • " I'd just as soon kiss a Wookiee."
  • "I don't know where you get your delusions, laser brain."
  • "Well, I guess you don't know everything about women yet."
  • "I hope you know what you're doing."
  • "You don't have to do this to impress me."
  • "Would it help if I got out and pushed?"
  • "I happen to like nice men."
  • " Stop that. My hands are dirty."
  • " I am not a committee!"
  • " I thought you knew this person."
  • " I have a bad feeling about this."
  • " We're going to get pulverized if we stay out here much longer."
  • "Some day you're gonna be wrong, I just hope I'm there to see it."
  • "You certainly have a way with people..."
  • "I don't know who you are or where you came from, but from now on you'll do as I tell you, okay?"
  • "Someone has to save our skins. Into the garbage chute, fly boy."
  • "I recognized your foul stench when I was brought on board."
  • "Aren't you a little short for a stormtrooper?"
  • " It's a wonder you're still alive."
  • "Will someone get this big walking carpet out of my way?"
  • "You came in that thing? You're braver than I thought."
  • "You needn't worry about your reward. If money is all that you love, then that's what you'll receive."
  • "Your friend is quite the mercenary. I wonder if he really cares about anything. Or anybody."
  • "They let us go. It was the only reason for the ease of our escape."
  • "I knew there was more to you than money.
  • "Put that thing away, you're gonna get us all killed!"
  • "Looks like you've managed to cut off our only escape route."
  • "This is some rescue! You came in here, but didn't you have a plan for getting out?"
  • "You're a jittery little thing, aren't you?"
  • "Who have they found to pull that off?"
  • "You know, no matter how much we fought I've always hated watching you leave.
  • "You think I want to forget him? I want him back."
Bella on Beauty for British Vogue

SKINCARE:

I’m not even just saying this – I know I’m a walking Dior commercial – but I love the Dior Hydra Life Lotion-To-Foam Fresh Cleanser, it’s the green one. It’s the perfect foamy face wash. So I use that and then I’ll moisturise with the Hydra Life Fresh Hydration Sorbet Crème because it’s really light – it feels like you have nothing on. My face is always so dry, so it sucks up all the moisture. Then if I’m doing proper hair and make-up I’ll use the Glow Better Fresh Jelly Mask first. It just kind of plumps your skin up and makes it super moist and sort of tightens it… I don’t know what it does or how, but it’s something incredible.

BEAUTY INSPIRATIONS:

I love Elizabeth Taylor’s make-up – that was always beautiful. Anybody old-school from like the Fifties to the Nineties. There was always an iconic moment. Growing up I never really wore a lot of make-up so it wasn’t something I really looked at back then. I was a horse girl so I was more like, “what riding boots are those?” rather than wondering what make-up they were wearing. But since about age 18 I’ve loved keeping a simple look, and the Nineties supermodels always did that so well. All my inspirations end up going back to the big Nineties girls. Clean skin, a great brow… Christy Turlington, I mean, stop. It’s insane. Her face… it’s crazy, she’s too perfect.

MAKEUP:

I usually do concealer under the eyes, on my chin and around the nose, and then always a good bronzer and a good brow. That’s my top three for everyday. I love my natural freckles and just keeping a natural look. And I love mascara. What’s so amazing about the Dior Pump’n’Volume Mascara is that it looks like you’re wearing false lashes. It’s a perfect mascara. I always do a top lash, but I rarely put mascara on my bottom lashes. But with this mascara I’ve started doing my bottom lashes and it really opens up your eyes. And I always use a curler. With or without mascara, you always gotta curl.

ULTIMATE BEAUTY SECRET:

I love my Dior Lip Glow. The whole range. The balm is amazing, you can’t go wrong, but I love the Lip Glow Pomade - it’s a lot glossier. Then there’s also the Lip Maximizer which I love – it gives a little plump in your lip which is always nice for a night out. It’s literally magic. I mean, if I leave the house without it I freak out. I’m like, “I need someone to bring it to me”.

FITNESS:

It’s hard with my schedule – every time I go somewhere I’m like “can you send me a pair of Nikes? I forgot my shoes!” I always forget something. But even this morning I went and swam in the pool, just to keep moving. When I’m home I like to train harder than usual. I haven’t really worked out a lot since the last VS show. My trainer always calls once he knows I’m in town. Like “I know you’re back, where are you?” And I’m like “sleeping?!”. But when I have the time and energy I’ll go. I love doing abs and ass, and getting my blood pumping. Running around keeps most of my body in check but I eat really badly when I’m travelling because I can’t help myself. It’s my comfort.

Error {vkook fanfic}

“Jungkook had no idea that his biggest job as an intern would be to look after the country’s greatest, most-secretive, superhuman on the planet - V”

🌹 I’m going to post the full work on my ao3 account soon, but for now, I thought it’d be fun to post this teaser here-

Don’t go anywhere near room 27. That was the number one rule in the facility, and Jungkook respected it the entire year he’d been working there. It was something he was warned of at the front door when he first got the job, something he was constantly reminded in every lab he stepped into, something he was told by the guards standing outside the room every time he passed the hall.

And Jungkook wasn’t an adventurous kid, either. If Dumbledore said to stay away from the third-floor corridor, he stayed away. He didn’t care what secrets lied beyond, what magic stone was being protected- he liked having guidelines to follow, he liked knowing what he was and wasn’t allowed to do. And for the entire duration of his internship – with the world’s most renowned scientists and electric engineers, mind you – he knew that he was absolutely not, under any circumstances, even if the world was ending, and the only way to save it was to open that door, he was not to enter room 27. No matter what.

So, one could only imagine how much of a shock it came to Jungkook when his superior, Dr. Kim Namjoon wanted to send him and one of the earlier recruitments Park Jimin into room 27.

“I’m sorry, Doctor, I think I heard you wrong. Did you just say room…” he trailed off, not daring to mention the number in case he really did hear wrong, and made a complete fool of himself.

But the scientist just nodded. “Room 27, you heard me right.” Jimin nudged him excitedly when the older man had his back turned to them to grab a few files off his desk. “I’m well aware of the rules, if that’s what’s concerning you, Intern Jeon.” He walked across the lab, placing the files in their proper drawer as the boys followed behind him. “But we’ve reached a point in our research where V could use some interaction. And because its data puts it somewhere between your,” he looked to the ceiling, then air quoted, “’ages’ ­– for lack of a better word – you’re the best candidates for the job.” He turned to them and sighed, his arm resting on the metal file drawer. He raised an eyebrow, “Unless you don’t think you’re right for it?”

“N-No!” Jungkook said a little too quickly, and lowered his head, his face flushed. “We’ll do our best, sir.”

He shook his head, and walked over to another desk. “That’s not good enough. V is a delicate piece of machine, its ability to memorize and store is beyond anything you could imagine. Any human error is saved into its mind forever.”

“So, that’s what’s in room 27?” Jimin said, unable to help himself. “A machine?”

Namjoon seemed to think about that word, like he couldn’t begin to explain. Finally, he put his hands in his coat pockets and nudged his head to the door. “You’re really going to have to see it for yourselves.” His smile widened as he checked something behind the boys. “Ah, perfect timing.”

The interns turned to find two familiar men at the door. Jungkook remembered! They were the guards he’d been so used to seeing outside room 27. One of them was taller than he was, but the smile that never left his face made it hard for Jungkook to be afraid of him. The shorter one however, that one was terrifying. More than once, when he thought Jungkook was glancing at the door as he walked past it, he’d give such a glare that he was sure he’d be burned on the spot.

It was an unspoken rule in the facility that provoking the angry little guard was the best way to shorten your life span, and nobody ever dared put that rule to question.

Even now, he watched them both with a stony expression, and the two couldn’t help but clear their throats and turn back to their superior.

“Boys,” he said to the interns, then gestured to each guard. “This is Jung Hoseok, and Min Yoongi. If all goes well today, you’ll be seeing a lot more of them.” Namjoon barely looked at the wide-eyed boys as he turned over to sit at his desk, pulling a paper of statistics and graphs from one of the drawers. “They’ll be your escorts to room 27.” He looked to the guards. “You can fill them in from here?”

The brighter one, Jung Hoseok, saluted with two fingers. “Yes, sir.” He waved at the interns to follow, his smile widening. “Come on, guys, you’re in for a big kaboom.”

The two glanced at each other, then quietly followed, Jungkook keeping cautiously in the back as the guards led them down the white halls.

“Here’s the deal, brats,” Min Yoongi said with his back turned to them. He held out a white card with several gold and silver lines etched across. “This is the access card to room 27. It’s the only way in, and there are only three in the entirety of existence. The people that have these cards are me, Hoseok, and the founder of this facility, Dr. Song Hobeom. If we are not with you, you will not. Be able. To get in. Got it?”

They wordlessly nodded, then Hoseok added, “He’s not kidding. A nuclear bomb wouldn’t get passed that door. Several might, but…” he noticed the look on the boys’ faces, and he laughed. “Don’t worry, guys. You’ll get used to this stuff soon.” He turned to face them, walking backwards. “Now, just a fair warning, V is a little bit much to handle on the first visit, and you won’t completely understand at first, but everything will be explained to you, so don’t sweat it.”

“Dr. Kim made it sound like V was a computer or something.”

Hoseok smiled, but it didn’t reach his ears this time. He turned back around when he’d nearly hit a wall, and over his shoulder, he gave them an unreadable look. “Or something.”

“Another thing,” Yoongi added, “don’t say that kind of crap when you get in. In fact, no tech talk at all.”

Jungkook looked over to Jimin, but he seemed just as confused. They’d rounded the corner and approached the room, and Jungkook’s heart began racing. This was it. The room he was never allowed to go anywhere near, and he was nearing it! His mind raced as he thought of what could be hidden inside. Would the walls be covered with thick and small wires? Would there be screens surrounding the room? Would there be blue monkeys and wild, beastly rats in cages? Would the room be flooded with scientists that Jungkook had never known existed in the facility?

As if reading his mind, Jimin asked, “How many others are working on this project?”

They were getting closer and closer, almost enough to be able to touch it.

“Well,” Hoseok said, “might come as a surprise, but Dr. Song only trusted six people to help take care of V.” He pointed between him and his friend. “Yoongi, me, you two, Dr. Kim, and Caretaker Kim Seokjin.”

“Caretaker?”

Just then, a young man walked out of the room, startling Jungkook and Jimin. They immediately caught his eye, and he tilted his head at the interns in the back. The youngest intern heard Jimin gasp, and he couldn’t blame him. This man, with his broad shoulders, his big eyes, his red cheeks, his soft, short brown hair, and his full, cherry lips – even Jungkook couldn’t deny he was drop dead stunning.

He didn’t dress in a white scientist coat. Instead, he wore a pair of ripped jeans and a loose sweater, and Jungkook wondered what someone like that could have been doing in room 27.

The boy nudged his head to the guards, and Hoseok smiled back. “Hey, Seokjin. How’s V today?”

So, this was Kim Seokjin, Jungkook thought, his eyes wide. This was – what had Hoseok called him? – V’s caretaker? Why would a machine need a caretaker?

“Fine. Just been reading that Moby Dick book all day.”

Hoseok looked impressed. “Onto English already, really?”

Seokjin smiled, crossing his arms, and Jungkook could’ve been wrong, but he thought the boy’s face seemed kind of sad to him. “Done with English actually. This is the seventh time he’s going through that book.” He sighed. “He’s taking an interest in Russian. Something new to do, I suppose.”

His eyes finally clicked with Jungkook’s and Jimin’s, and the boys immediately looked away, face flushed. “These the interns I asked for?”

Yoongi nodded and glanced over his shoulder. He gritted his teeth. “Bow. Show some respect to your hyung, brats.”

They both nearly jumped before bowing. It wasn’t their fault though; Seokjin didn’t look any older than they did.

They heard him laugh and they peeked up. He patted down Yoongi’s hair as he smiled at the boys. “Don’t be so scared of him, he just hasn’t shot anybody all week, so he’s a little grumpy.”

Jungkook couldn’t believe how much courage Kim Seokjin had. Nobody ever dared blink in Min Yoongi’s direction for fear of having the wolf transform and bite their heads off, and yet this man touched him in a way that was almost endearing. He looked at him like he was the cutest little kitten, and it made Jungkook wonder how much respect Yoongi had for his hyung.

“Can we see it?” Jungkook asked, feeling the tension rise. “V, I mean.”

Seokjin’s smile faded as he stared at Jungkook, and the intern was wondering what he had said that was so displeasing.

He was just starting to mentally curse at himself for opening his mouth when Seokjin said, “Him. You’re asking if you can see him. Not it.” He sighed, muttering, “Kim Namjoon, I swear to God, one of these days…”

Jimin’s brows furrowed. “I-I’m sorry, we don’t understand. Who’s he? I thought we were going to see a machine.”

Just then, Yoongi turned to them with the sharpest glare they’d ever seen, “The fuck did I just say?”

The interns gasped and brought their hands to cover their mouths, looking at the guards and Seokjin like they had no clue what was going on.

Seokjin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s okay, it’s fine, they didn’t know.” He set his hand on the metal handle, and leaned against the door. He looked to the guards. “My turn to explain?” They nodded. “Okay, great.” He turned his attention to the boys. “Before you go in, there’s something you need to understand. V isn’t exactly a… machine. When you go in, what you’re going to find is a normal boy. For the most part, he’s not going to look any different from either of you. He has skin, just like you do, he has a heart, just like you do. Got it? You so much as mention the words robot or computer, and I am going to kill you.”

He didn’t look or sound like he was joking, and Jungkook started to wonder how truly different he is from Yoongi. His face softened. “The reason I asked for you two is because, to put it bluntly, V’s bored. You’ll learn more in here than you ever thought possible, but as long as he has nothing to do but learn, he’s a danger to himself and others. He keeps taking in knowledge the way that he does, and he’s going to short-circuit his entire system.” He shook his head at the interns as if he’s talking to kindergarten students. “That’s not good, right?”

They mindlessly nodded, and he did the same. Somewhere along that dangerous line that dumb interns should never cross, Jungkook found his voice, and asked, “I-I thought it-” Seokjin raised an eyebrow, “I-I-I thought he could take in unimaginable amounts of information?”

He closed his eyes, and Jungkook guessed he had to have been asked that same question several times before, probably by the people in charge. “He can, but not at this pace. It’s too fast, even for him.”

His fingers closed around the handle. “You ready to meet him?”

The boys swallowed, and Jungkook’s fists tightened against his coat. He could feel the blood rushing in his ears, his heart beating so fast that he was worried the guards would hear it and Yoongi would scream at him to shut up.

Seokjin nudged his head to Yoongi who had pulled out his card. He swiped it into the small machine beside the door, and with a blue beep, Seokjin pushed the handle down and the door opened. “Alright, go on in front of me.”

Jungkook hesitated, but slowly stepped forward, Jimin behind him, and when they were inside, they could hear the sound of the door being closed after them, but Jungkook could only focus on the room.

One thing was for sure; he was not expecting this. It was as if he’d walked into a very large library. He couldn’t see how long the room stretched, but it seemed endless from the doorway. Shelves upon shelves upon shelves of books. The floor was covered with a dark blue carpet, and at the left side of the room, there lay several potted plants. Some were small, and some had grown into large trees that barely touched the high ceiling, and in the lights above them, the bulbs shined a strong yellow light, contrasting with the white light in the rest of the room. To the ride side, their jaws nearly dropped when they saw the green chalk boards. Not one, not two, but nearly fifty large boards were spread out against the wall. Jimin dared move closer, and was surprised to find that both sides were completely covered with equations, theories, alphabets that neither of them had ever seen before- even art.

“You think that’s good,” Seokjin said, obviously having heard their gasps, “you should see the paintings he keeps in the back. Mona Lisa, Blue Boy, The Scream; he’d figured out the patterns a long time ago.”

Jungkook could only look around with wide eyes, and he heard Seokjin chuckle behind him before he patted his shoulder.

“V!” he called out, closing to the shelves of books. “I brought visitors! V!”

Near the shelves at the end, there was the faint sound of wheels, and the interns’ heads snapped to where a large ladder was being guided along the shelves. At the top of the steps, there was a boy with a book in his hand. Jungkook saw him and nearly toppled backwards. This was V? He looked no older than him. This was the super-secret project that was being kept in room 27? A boy?

V isn’t exactly a… machine.

V is a little bit much to handle on the first visit. And you won’t understand at first.

Him. You’re here to see him. Not it.

“Yoongi hyung? Hoseok hyung?” he asked, his voice surprisingly deep for such a young face.

“New people,” Seokjin corrected as he made his way to him, waving at him to come down. “Come say hi.”

He climbed down, and as he did, he cautiously glanced between the two interns. He lowered his head to Seokjin, muttering something that almost sounded like, “But I thought you said new people were dangerous…”

“You can trust the people I bring in, can’t you?” he whispered back, and Jungkook felt like he was eavesdropping, being able to hear their conversation.

V kept his head down, standing with his book tight to his chest as he stayed safely next to Seokjin.

Jimin had come to stand next to Jungkook, the look of shock and disbelief on both of their faces as they took in the supposedly greatest super machine to ever be created by mankind. He wore flannel.

His eyes landed on Jungkook for a split second before he looked away, and Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, Seokjin’s earlier words coming back to mind.

For the most part, he’s not going to look any different than either of you.

But there was something that made him look different; his eyes. One was an electric blue, and one was a pale yellow. He didn’t realize he’d been staring until V moved closer to stand behind Seokjin, his shoulders scrunched.

Jungkook almost felt bad for him. He dropped his eyes from his, and nudged Jimin with his elbow to do the same.

“V, these are…” Seokjin trailed off, and Jungkook realized they’d never given him their names.

He awkwardly reached his hand out to V. “J-Jeon Jungkook.”

V stared at his hand, eying it cautiously before he slowly reached out from underneath Seokjin’s arm and lightly squeezed Jungkook’s fingers, then immediately pulled his hand back.

Despite all the emotions running around, Jungkook had to admit; V was breathtaking. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t get himself to look away. Then, he remembered, the boy was a machine. They’d probably spent months, years even, working on the perfect equation for his looks.

“Park Jimin.” And he did the same with him.

               “It’s okay, V. They’re going to be your new friends.”

               Friends. What an unfamiliar notion to Jungkook. It wasn’t as if he’d never had friends before. After all, Jimin was his best friend in the facility, and really his only friend everywhere else, but that’s only because the older boy had refused to leave him alone in the first place, to which he was thankful. Still, he really hoped they weren’t depending on him to teach this machine about friendship- they would be waiting a loooong time.

               V didn’t seem as eager to make new friends as his head snapped to Seokjin, wide-eyed. “Why, are you going somewhere?” His fists tightened in the older boy’s shirt, and he wore a frown so innocent, that Jungkook couldn’t help but answer.

               “No, of course not, Seokjin hyung just thought you’d want to meet more people,” he said, and as he felt V’s gaze on him, his ears turned red. He cleared his throat, and tapped Jimin on the shoulder.

               The boy smiled nervously. “R-Right! Plus, we heard there was a kid our age here, and we wanted to meet him.”

               At this, V’s grip on Seokjin’s arm lightened, and he wasn’t hiding as much anymore.

               Jungkook silently applauded Jimin for making something like that up on the spot as he saw Seokjin silently watching them, amused. He was waiting for them to earn V’s trust. Jungkook coughed and casually scratched the back of his head. “Uh, S-Seokjin hyung said you had paintings in the back. Can we see them?”

               His eyebrows slightly raised, and Jungkook couldn’t help but notice how big his eyes were. “You… want to see my paintings?”

               They both nodded enthusiastically, happy to have him saying anything them. He gave a small nod and hummed. As he turned, he tugged on Seokjin’s arm, muttering something to him under his breath that Jungkook’s unfortunate super sense of hearing could once again pick up. Something along the lines of, “Come on, hyung.”

               Seokjin let him hold onto him as they walked through the shelves, and Taehyung glanced over his shoulder at the two interns following them. Jungkook couldn’t help but be in awe at all the books they were passing. None of them were in Korean, and Jungkook couldn’t help but wonder if each section was a different language.

               “How many of these have you read?” Jungkook asked, unable to hide the astonishment in his voice.

               “All of them,” V simply said, and the boy nearly choked on air. He frowned at the intern. “What do you think they’re here for?”

               “That’s incredible,” he said, and looked over to find V watching him silently, his eyes on his, and suddenly, Jungkook felt very self-conscious. He blinked and glanced away for barely a second, but when he looked back, V had already turned away, his chin buried in Seokjin’s shoulder.

               He still had a hard time believing that this was what had been hiding in the unapproachable room 27, and he had an even harder time understanding it.

               “Dude, check it out,” Jimin nudged and Jungkook snapped back to reality as he saw them coming up to the end of the shelves. At the back, sitting against the wall were several paintings, half framed, and half resting on the floor.

               Jungkook stopped in front of them. Seokjin hadn’t been kidding; everything from Picasso’s work to Van Gogh had been lined up against the wall, all the way to either ends of the room. There was an empty canvas, several used paint cans, buckets, and brushes stacked atop each other, and several new ones placed neatly beside them. He could tell they were untouched. He moved one gorgeous picture to find five more stacked underneath.

               “Logically,” he heard V say, “it makes more sense to fold them so that they wouldn’t be covering the floor like this. But I can’t get myself to do it. It feels sad somehow.”

               “Feels sad?” Jungkook mindlessly asked. “You feel sad?”

               V seemed surprised by that reaction. He quickly clammed up, and hid himself again behind Seokjin, his grip in his sweater tightening. The intern suddenly got a guilty pang in his chest, still unable to help his curiosity. He had so many questions, and he didn’t know what was appropriate and what wasn’t. After all, he didn’t even understand what V really was yet.

               Seokjin looked like he was getting angry, but before he could say anything, Jimin spoke, a chuckle at his lips. “You really like to paint Seokjin hyung, don’t you?” He pulled out painting after painting of Seokjin; one of him on a couch that the interns assumed had to be in between one of these shelves, another of him in a field, another of him eating, and another, and another.

               The caretaker’s face went red, but V’s arms went around his waist, and he hugged him close, resting his cheek on his shoulder as he smiled. “He’s my favorite picture. He can’t always be here, so I like to have these with me to pretend he is.”

               Jimin smiled. “I bet we’ll be close enough for you to paint me someday.”

               They expected him to hide again, but his smile widened and he actually lightened his hold. “Really? Yeah! I bet we will!”

               Jungkook was surprised at how easily V smiled at Jimin, and the older intern seemed to genuinely like him as well. When he looked at him, Jungkook didn’t see curiosity in his eyes, he didn’t see tapping fingers that were holding back a flood of questions. All Jimin did was go through the paintings and turn to V, making comments or asking questions about the colors until he had almost completely let go of Seokjin.

               There was a space in between them, but V had chosen to sit on the opposite side of Jimin so that Seokjin was kneeling between the interns, and Jungkook was the furthest away from the machine.

               Jimin pointed at the book that was still in his hand. “What have you been reading?”

               His smiled beamingly, and Jungkook was caught off guard. So, that was what he looked like when he wasn’t scared. “Harry Potter, it’s my favorite.”

               “I love those books! They’re amazing!”

               “Yeah! My favorite is the first!”

“Really? I like the second one best, I feel like there’s more going on.”

Their wizards and magic talk faded away in Jungkook’s ears. If he had to be honest, he was kind of disappointed that V loved them so much. He was supposed to be a work of science, of chemicals and hours in labs. He wasn’t supposed to be interested in the fantasy and art worlds. He wasn’t supposed to be interested in anything, period.

               “Is this in French?” he heard Jimin say as he looked through the pages. The equations he saw on the boards up front, those were what V should’ve been using to preoccupy his time with. And still, even as he tried to convince himself of that, he couldn’t stop thinking about what Seokjin had said.

               V’s bored. So, what were they supposed to do? They were scientists, what would they know about entertaining this guy?

               He sighed, scrolling through more of the canvases when his eye caught something on the left. He looked over, and behind one of the paintings, the wall was black. Leaving everyone else in their conversation, he reached out and pulled the canvas back, his eyes going wide when he saw the burned wall. The cement had been dug into, and the color had gone to a deep, grey black. He spread his arm out to it, but just before his fingers could touch the destroyed surface, he was yanked back.

“DON’T TOUCH THAT!” He looked up to find V’s arm securely around his shoulders, keeping him at a distance from the wall. His fingers dug tightly into the fabric of his clothes and Jungkook’s back was against his chest for just a second before he had pulled himself away and stood, his book now on the ground as he used as many paintings as he could to cover the damage.

“I-I’m sorry,” was all Jungkook could say as he watched Seokjin try to calm the younger boy down.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Seokjin said as he barely turned to him, then focused his attention on V again. Jimin pulled him up to his feet just as the caretaker pulled V away from the paintings, his hand on his cheek as he spoke to him. He tilted his head up slightly so that they were looking into each other’s eyes, and he ran his other hand up and down the boy’s arm reassuringly.

“It’s okay, okay? It can’t hurt anybody, they’re all safe,” Seokjin kept repeating over and over.

After a while, V began to nod along, breathing in and out as the older boy told him to. Jungkook’s eyes fell on the Harry Potter book on the ground, and he picked it up, dusted it off, and handed it to V. He took it with a small smile. It was gone as quick as it came, and he lowered his gaze to Jungkook’s shoes. “Sorry.”

He looked so genuinely guilty that before he could think twice about it, a quiet “’s okay” left his mouth.

The interns had left first, waiting for Seokjin to say his “see you later” to V before he walked out.

“Hey,” Hoseok said as they stepped into the hall. “How’d it go?”

Not well, Jungkook thought as he mentally replayed everything that had happened.

Hoseok’s smile fell when he saw the looks on their faces, and Seokjin sighed, leaning against the wall. He rested his elbow on Yoongi’s shoulder, rubbing his eyes. “Well…” he stared at the interns, then shook his head as he chuckled. “I think he likes you.”

I’m really excited about this, and I hope it brings some joy to you! 🌹🌻🌹

I was not the first you loved. Ariadne. 
I was not the first you looked at starry-eyed
with crashing waves in your heart.
You knew already what a sacrifice tasted like.

You didn’t need me to make you a hero.
You had held the threads of another’s life in your hands far before I came along.
You stood alone, and bold, and your fear only set your course all the stronger.

I look at you in my bed, sometimes,
and wonder how anybody could leave you.
I could imagine no duty greater than tending to you, my love.

You make me half-mad with a gaze
Drunk with a kiss.
You tear me apart with your words,
and I heal again at your feet.

Sometimes, when you wake,
Hair unbound, feet bare,
You clutch for me
as if I may have vanished
like the man who came before.

Let me remind you,
I am not a man.
I am nothing but yours.
I will not leave
I am not weak enough to abandon
a goddess amongst stones.

—  Ariadne (a.v.p) 
A Favor For A Friend

I haven’t written in awhile


“What’s it like to kiss a guy?”

Tom almost spat out his drink, completely thrown off by Marco’s sudden question.

“You-uh…we uh….what?”, he stuttered, he and Marco were playing video games in Marco’s living room, and Tom’s sudden thoughts caused him to lose focus and his character was killed before he could even finish his sentence.

He grumbled at himself for losing focus.

Marco, on the other hand, continued to speak, eyes still focused on the game in front of him.

“Well…you know, like..kissing another guy?”, he was making it sound so awkward, and after playing games and shouting at the screen for hours this felt out of nowhere.

“W-why do you want to know?”, tom asked, two eyes focused on the game, but the third staring at his friend in wonder.

Marco bit his lip, “I don’t know….It’s just..It just kinda popped into my mind and…I’m really not sure…”

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I get very……nervous when people say they’re jealous of me because I’ve had people straight up hate me for it even when I thought we were friends and it breaks my heart cause there’s literally…..nothing anybody should be jealous of cause I’m just…. some anxious idiot who draws lame pictures….Im thankful for what I have but I’m also still so critical and hateful towards my own stuff….and everyone is so talented like…look at yourself and see your worth…you’re all wonderful and so very talented…😰😰

Also…before you get angrily jealous of someone first think…about how hard they must have worked to get where they are now…don’t devalue that……support each other, inspire one another…especially in this industry where we could all use good words and advice. Be proud of your fellow artists, be proud of yourself. 😔❤️❤️

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This was just meant to be a sweet little piece of fluff and it turned into a GREAT BIG CHUNK OF FLUFF because I couldn’t help myself. Also, all quotes from The Princess Bride are written by William Goldman and do thusly belong to him.


The Doctor was angry. Very angry. Not at you, but just at… the situation. You were sick, you see. If you had developed cancer, he would have been able to cure you. If you had contracted some rare tropical disease, he would have had that covered, too. Broken bones, muscle damage, third-degree burns, paper cut? He would have had everything under control in no time at all. You wouldn’t even have had time to realize that you were in pain. But you didn’t have any of those things.

You had the flu. A silly strain of simple, stupid, human flu. And there wasn’t a thing he could do about it.

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Excerpt from Harry Style’s interview with Rolling Stone - about Taylor Swift

If Styles hadn’t yet adapted to global social-media attention, he was tested in 2012, when he met Taylor Swift at an awards show. Their second date, a walk in Central Park, was caught by paparazzi. Suddenly the couple were global news. They broke up the next month, reportedly after a rocky Caribbean vacation; the romance was said to have ended with at least one broken heart.

The relationship is a subject he’s famously avoided discussing. “I gotta pee first. This might be a long one,” he says. He rises to head to the bathroom, then adds, “Actually, you can say, ‘He went for a pee and never came back.' ”

He returns a couple of minutes later. “Thought I’d let you stew for a while,” he says, laughing, then takes a gulp of green juice. He was surprised, he says, when photos from Central Park rocketed around the world. “When I see photos from that day,” he says, “I think: Relationships are hard, at any age. And adding in that you don’t really understand exactly how it works when you’re 18, trying to navigate all that stuff didn’t make it easier. I mean, you’re a little bit awkward to begin with. You’re on a date with someone you really like. It should be that simple, right? It was a learning experience for sure. But at the heart of it – I just wanted it to be a normal date.”

He’s well aware that at least two of Swift’s songs – “Out of the Woods” and “Style” – are considered to be about their romance. (“You’ve got that long hair slicked back, white T-shirt,” she sang in “Style.”) “I mean, I don’t know if they’re about me or not …” he says, attempting gallant discretion, “but the issue is, she’s so good, they’re bloody everywhere.” He smiles. “I write from my experiences; everyone does that. I’m lucky if everything [we went through] helped create those songs. That’s what hits your heart. That’s the stuff that’s hardest to say, and it’s the stuff I talk least about. That’s the part that’s about the two people. I’m never going to tell anybody everything.” (Fans wondered whether “Perfect,” a song Styles co-wrote for One Direction, might have been about Swift: “And if you like cameras flashing every time we go out/And if you’re looking for someone to write your breakup songs about/Baby, I’m perfect.”)

Was he able to tell her that he admired the songs? “Yes and no,” he says after a long pause. “She doesn’t need me to tell her they’re great. They’re great songs … It’s the most amazing unspoken dialogue ever.”

Is there anything he’d want to say to Swift today? “Maybe this is where you write down that I left!” He laughs, and looks off. “I don’t know,” he finally says. “Certain things don’t work out. There’s a lot of things that can be right, and it’s still wrong. In writing songs about stuff like that, I like tipping a hat to the time together. You’re celebrating the fact it was powerful and made you feel something, rather than 'this didn’t work out, and that’s bad.’ And if you run into that person, maybe it’s awkward, maybe you have to get drunk … but you shared something. Meeting someone new, sharing those experiences, it’s the best shit ever. So thank you.”