if i could start today again

Dear Journal

It’s Teddy again. Today every student was on it’s best behaviour. The triwizard tournament was starting today. Students from the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and the Drumstrang institute were arriving today. We only had classes in the morning so we could all prepare the great hall to receive the guests. James Sirius and I were both hanging some banners with our wands in the great hall when Dumbledore asked us all to go to our tables.

« I’ll talk to you tonight. » I told James, kissing him tenderly.

I sat at the Hufflepuff table and Dumbledore spoke up again.

« Dear Students I want you all to welcome The lovely ladies of the Beaubatons academy of magic! »

The big doors opened and a bunch of girls entered wearing silky baby blue dresses. A few guys had their mouths open and it made me laugh. Even Victoire was impressed. As loyal as she is with her muggle girlfriend, she was smirking at the pretty girls walking in the great hall.

« Now, let’s welcome the students of The Drumstrang institue! »

Some manly boys walked in with big fur coat. They looked a bit scary to be honest. A few girls were whispering and some other boys were rolling their eyes.

When everyone was sat, Dumbledore showed us the triwizard cup. It really was beautiful. But as much as I like looking at it’s blue lighting, I knew it was what led Cedric to his death. I closed my eyes and took a dee breath.

« You okay Ted? » Victoire asked me.

« Yeah.. I’m alright. »

The other students got to visit the school and their rooms. James Sirius and I went outside to do a bit of homework and take a bit of fresh air.

« I never would’ve believed that we would’ve got the chance to attend the famous triwizard tournament. » James said.

« Yeah.. It’s nice that they made it a celebration and not a competiton. »

« Are you sure about participating? I don’t want you to get hurt.. »

« I am. It won’t be the same.. It’ll be for fun and to show people that we never forgot Cedric. » I said, smiling.

« You really see yourself in him, do you? » He asked, brushing his hand in my curls.

« A bit.. I just think he deserved much more recognition. » I said.

« I agree with you. But you’ll make those people realize that. I know you will. »

He hugged me and ripped a piece of paper for his notebook, writing my name on it. Tommorow, my name would be in the cup. For Cedric.

-Teddy

An Update

Hey everyone. Gonna throw in some real talk here.

For the last few months I had lost health insurance that had kept me medicated and stable over the years. Due to having to switch insurance in California, it took a lot longer than expected to get approved, get an appointment, and finally get said medication.

During this lapse, my life kinda fell apart. I lost the urge to do anything. I stopped talking to a lot of my close friends. Drawing or anything productive seemed completely out of my reach. I didn’t take care of myself well, and was procrastinating on commissions and obligations with friends.

It has been some of the worst months of my life, but I tried to hide it from my friends and followers to keep this blog from becoming too much of a personal one. For that, I apologize.

But, things have finally turned around today. I just started medicating again, and I feel better than I had felt since before I left. I feel motivated again. I could finally draw something without thinking it was a pointless endeavor. It was a bit emotional I guess. 

But to summarize: After months of struggling, I feel like myself again. And that means I finally can work on things I had put off for months on end. 

‘The End’ is back in development. Commissions are going to get done. And comics will be made. To everyone who has been patient with these long lapses in updates, and to friends who have been encouraging me to keep going, thank you.

I’ll see you all very soon.

I Don’t Mean It (pt 9)

Taehyung ran as fast as his legs could take him, not worrying about who noticed him this late at night on the streets. He couldn’t believe how all these events had played off. He couldn’t believe he didn’t trust you, especially when you told him that you didn’t do it. The image you crying kept replaying in his head as he ran towards the building. He was suddenly scared to approach you. 

He thought back to the conversation you both had months and months ago. You both sat on the couch, while you had the TV on in the background as the two of you chatted. That was the first night that Taehyung realized he had fallen in love with you. The way he was so comfortable to open up with you and how you felt the same about him. It was like a connection he never felt before. 

He remembered you saying that you value trust as one of the single most important things in your life. And once that trust was broken, it would never be whole again. 

Not only did he probably break your trust, but he felt like he broke you too. He remembered the words he yelled at you, now realizing how hurtful they really must have been. 


As soon as Taehyung reached his building, he was waiting for the elevator with what little patience he had left. Seeing as you both lived on the 8th floors, he thought the elevator was his best bet but it seemed to be taking longer than usual. Just as he was about to start running up the stairs, the door belonging to the landlord on the first floor opened. 

Out came a rather old man and Taehyung knew he had to at least say hello, even though he wanted nothing more than to run up. 

“Oh hi there Taehyung…you look rather out of breath,” said the landlord

“Oh…haha yeah sort of” said Taehyung, awkwardly fiddling with his hands, waiting to be excused.

“Oh..you must have been helping your neighbor bring boxes down!” said the landlord. This caught Taehyung’s attention. 

“N-neighbor?” Taehyung asked.

“Oh yes! That lovely girl next door to you boys. She said she was moving soon” said the landlord.

Taehyung didn’t even say anything before he rushed up the stairs, knowing he had to stop you at all costs. He ran to your door and before he knocked, he tried to catch his breath and tried to think of what he was going to say to you. He knew earning your forgiveness was no easy task, but you would always forgive him in the end…right? You both had a few small arguments here and there but you had always forgiven him without much effort on his part. Would this time be any different?

Taehyung finally knocked on the door, anxiously waiting for you to open the door. While waiting, he thought back to all the times you opened the door for him with the biggest smile on your face. Was he wrong for wanting that again?

He could hear the door unlock and he let go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Thankfully you were home. 

“You’re ear–” you said, but stopped as you finally saw who was at the door. You were expecting the movers to come by today, but you were surprised to see Taehyung at the door. You gulped, wondering if he had wanted to come to yell at you some more. 

“You..you’re moving?” Taehyung asked. He didn’t mean to start with that, but he couldn’t help himself when he noticed all the cardboard boxes that stood behind you.

You only stare at Taehyung, confused with the tone of his voice. You didn’t know what to say. “Y-yes” was all you could bring out.

“w-why?” he continued.

“I don’t have any reason to stay anymore” you said, tears starting to well up in your eyes again. Before he could say anything else, you tried closing the door on him, but he grabbed the door and pushed it back. He let himself in and you stared at him, wide-eyed.

“Y/N.. I’m so sorry” he said looking directly at you. His tone was guilt ridden. He almost couldn’t meet your eyes after noticing the tears, but he knew he had to stand his ground.

“For what exactly?” you say emotionless. If it weren’t for your tears, you could have been mistaken as a statue. 

“For..what I said before. I- I don’t know what I was thinking” Taehyung started, finally tearing away from your eyes as it was getting to much to take.

“You were thinking that I was some low-life scum who was only friends with you to make a few bucks” you said, finally letting the tears flow freely down your slightly rosy cheeks.

“No..I don’t think that of you. I didn’t mean it” Taehyung started pleading as he inched closer to you.

“No, you did mean it” You said, backing away when you noticed him trying to get closer to you.

“Y/N, please, i’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said the things I did…I’m so sorry” Taehyung continued. His stomach started to turn when he thought that there was the chance that you didn’t forgive him this time around. “I heard my manager. He said he made the whole thing up to keep us apart, Y/N please….” he tried again.

You snickered back. “So…you only believe me now because you heard the truth from your manager….otherwise you still wouldn’t have taken my word. Am I right?” you said, with a sudden anger surging through your veins.

Taehyung thought about it for a while, and he knew that a part of what you said was true. He didn’t believe you when you said you didn’t do it, and he knew that he didn’t plan to hear you out either. But a part of him also wanted to keep on holding onto you, even if you had betrayed him.

When it took him a while to reply, you continued “I guess I have my answer….please leave” you said, wiping the tears away from your eyes.

“No, Y/N please hear me out. Please, I’m begging you. Just forgive me this one time please? You’ve always forgiven me in the past, Y/N please” he pleaded, tears threatening to form in his eyes.

“You didn’t want to hear what I had to say, which I should do the same for you?” you asked as you glared back at him.

“I was dumb, Y/N you know me. I always make stupid mistakes, but you always found it in your heart to forgive me. Please, just this one last time, forgive me. I don’t want to lose you….There’s so much I wanted to tell you….” he said as his voice cracked a little at the last part.

You didn’t like seeing Taehyung like this. You always had wanted him to have that box smile on his face, and be the little ball of happiness that he was. But you didn’t know if you could ever be the same with him again. If he doubted you then, what’s to keep him from doubting you in the future? He broke your heart before you even had the chance of giving it all to him, before he even knew that it already belonged to him in the first place. Now, you were just trying to pick up the pieces of your shattered heart, hoping that one day it will be like it was before. 

The eerie silence once again filled the room. Taehyung tried to walk to you again, hoping that he just had you in his arms, you could find it in yourself to forgive him. But you stuck your hand out, signaling him to stop.

“No. Leave.” you said firmly.

“Y/N…p-ple” he started

“LEAVE” you screamed back. You let out your sobs and fell to your knees, not having any more energy to continue.

Taehyung wanted nothing more than to run to you and hold you. To let you cry into his arms as he would probably cry back into yours. But he knew that you weren’t going to let him near you, even in your current position. He didn’t want to, but he walked out of your door, finally letting the tears fall. His vision blurred from the tears as he walked back to his own apartment, just a few feet down.

He walked into the silent and dark room, not bothering to turn on the lights. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket, but he already knew that it was just the boys looking for him. 

Eventually, the phone stopped buzzing after a few minutes and Taehyung plopped himself onto his bed, finally letting his own tears fall freely.

He just lost you. He lost the girl who he feel so deeply in love with. He didn’t even have the chance to tell you how much you meant to him, or how much he wanted to make you his. Instead, he took the heart he wanted to badly and broke it. He didn’t know why chose to believe his manager’s lies, because deep down he knew you would never do something like that. But it scared him nonetheless. He thought that if his manager was right, then he would end up hurting. So he hurt you instead.

And now here you both were, lonely, in pain, and broken.


A/N: So like…The series is not over. For those of you guys who like pure angst, and don’t want a happy ending, then I suggest you stop here. In the future part(s), I’m writing with the intention of a happy ending. Do y’all want part 10? What do you think is going to happen to Y/n and Tae?! Let me know~ I love hearing from y’all. The support I’ve gotten from this one series has been amazing and it’s been so much fun writing for you guys. Part 1 has reached over 1.8k notes and I’m still in awe. 

Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

WOW so many announcements today!! ٩(๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑)۶ the concert was Amazing and p3dan + p5dan + pq2!!!! i can’t believe p3 actually got a dance spinoff im so excited to hear the remixes and see everyone is HD!! and pq2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

so here’s to hoping atlus shows our girl ham some love!

I started learning how to draw persona style back around p4dan so I could fake some p3dan art, and now min has an official one and here I am doing it for ham again!! I’ve improved a lot with it since then, so im super happy!!!

another question on my mind: will miku be returning to persona? 

a sighting!

just kidding :P but lol srsly i wonder if we’ll end up seeing miku again…


please do NOT re-upload / edit my art (both above) or remove my caption, thanks!!

French Findings

Post #1

12/8/2017

Since I’ve been in Paris for almost two weeks now, I have decided to start doing a French Findings post where I tell you what I am learning. These posts could be about language, culture, fashion, or really anything. There are a couple of things I want to share today.

1. I see sweatpants EVERYWHERE here in Paris. I have been studying French for nearly 10 years now and I have always been taught that you will never see anything but nice clothes here in Paris (with the exceptions of the homeless and tourists) but I have found time and time again that sweatpants are quite common. Although, it does seem that there is no in-between here in Paris: you’re either dressed for a banquet (I’m sure it’s what they wear for their jobs though) or you are dressed for bed (in public).

2. The phrase “ça me fait chier” (literally “that makes me shit”) is used to express being annoyed or pissed off. I had never heard that phrase before coming to France so this was news to me and threw me way off when I heard it the first time… “what do you mean it makes you shit???” Now, it has quickly become part of my vocabulary.

Of course, both of these findings are from my very short time in Paris so it could be different in other French cities. Tuesday I head for my host city, Aix-en-Provence where I will be studying for the academic school year.

Stay tuned for more French Findings.

Bonne journée!

My love,
This isn’t a love letter.
I’m writing this because I can’t love you anymore. And it’s not because I’m selfish and it’s not because I’m broken. It’s not because I don’t want to, because God knows I’d love you forever if you’d let me. We reached the end as soon as you started seeing her as more than just another person. As soon as you took glances at her that were more than just a look. I saw it coming before you even knew it. I watched you begin to love parts of her while you still called me baby. I felt the words “I love you” lose their meaning as they slipped through your mouth as if it were just another sentence. I heard the sound of your voice lose its happiness when you said my name. It starts slow, someone falling out of love with you, and then you wake up one day and it’s all gone. And you don’t know how it happened or where it all went, you just know that the person you love doesn’t love you anymore, and there’s nothing left. You sit there and let it all crumble, right there, right in front of you. And there is nothing you can do to stop it. Because you can’t make someone stay. And you definitely can’t make someone love you. It’s been over a month since you left and I’m still holding onto bits and pieces of us. Whenever I think I’m over you and I’m okay without you, it all comes back and memories of us and images of you and anagrams of your name start flooding my head. And then I’m back to where I started. But this isn’t about the end. This is about my love for you. I still love you. You know that. Anyone could see it. But you love me and then you don’t. It’s there and then it isn’t. Some nights you give me false hope and I truly believe there will be another us again. And then there’s days like today where you shove another girl’s name down my throat and then abandon me completely. And I’ll have to wait and wonder when the next time you’ll decide to love me or just talk to me again will be. I can’t keep letting myself wait for someone that’s never coming back. You’re impulsive. You left impulsively. And you almost came back impulsively. And if you did, I don’t know what I’d do. Because I want you. I want you in every way possible. But as soon as someone more beautiful comes along, someone who says your name in a softer voice, someone who has more curves, a brighter smile, a sexier gaze, you’ll be gone again. Out of impulse. You won’t ever choose to love me every day. You won’t choose to love me even when you don’t want to. You will never choose me. I know that now. I know that you’re my world and I’m just another girl living in yours. I know you won’t be sad without me. I know you don’t let stupid things like love get to you. I hope you know that I’m going to miss you for the rest of my life. My heart is going to ache until the very end. But despite it all, I love you forever. The hardest part is walking away from the only person you wanted to stay. The worst part is knowing that they don’t care that you did. The saddest part is knowing that they’ll never stop you, even though you’d run forever to stop them.
My love, this isn’t a love letter.
This is an, I’m sorry I couldn’t be what you wanted, but I’ll always have dreams in which I could’ve been, letter.
This isn’t a love letter because love letters don’t end in tears.

anonymous asked:

hello i’m having a shitty day could u provide some taakitz headcanons to cheer me up

shit dude you sent this while i was sleeping but hmmmm

- taako and kravitz’s wedding is the most extra thing in the entire fucking planar system and taako is a complete bridezilla about it. also he wears the glitziest dress you’ve ever seen in your life, and also a wizard hat. its amazing. 

- i dont think kravitz is really in the habit of sleeping, but taako is VERY much in the habit of sleeping, and so kravitz starts sleeping again. kravitz doesn’t learn that taako gets night terrors until like 6 months after they start dating cause taako never mentions it and it doesnt happen if kravitz is around. 

- for the first year they dated kravitz carried around those pocket handwarmers cause he was self conscious about his hands being Too Cold and when Taako realized, Taako laughed at him but also felt a lil bad and was like “you know i was just fucking with you about the coldness, right? i mean, you’re fine, i like you the way you are” 

- when he’s not at Work and wearing a Suit kravitz dresses like a halfassedly goth-emo teenager and taako, to his horror, finds it charming. 

- neither taako or krav is really used to dating another person and getting to know each other is this series of surprise after surprise, where they’re like “shit…….i like this dude? i like this dude?! what the fuck! what the fuck!!!” 

- taako steals kravitz’s shirts. that’s not really a boyfriend thing though he steals everyones clothing. 

- kravitz is like, constantly worried about taako Dying cause the boy! died! so! many! times! 

- kravitz gets a reaper contract for taako without asking him, like, two months into the relationship, because taako keeps getting into these fucking deadly situations and if taako offs it kravitz wants taako to stick around. Taako learns about this like, six months in, and then they have a conversation about boundaries but also its really nice that he cares about him? 

Freckles, Flaws, and First Steps

Wow my title isn’t one word for once. This is a one-shot for the below prompt from @alexandrbello which I got a while ago. Sorry for just posting this now, my life has been w i l d. Hopefully you guys are glad to see some writing!

AU where lance had freckles but is ashamed of them so he hides them and then he runs out of whatever he covered himself with and anxiety, then keith comfort and klance, lots of klance please, thanks

You got it.


Lance had always been an outdoorsy kid.

It wasn’t surprising, considering how close his house was to the beach. Growing up, the ocean was practically part of his backyard.

No matter what, if Lance wasn’t at school or doing any number of chores, he could be found at the beach. Rain or shine, night and day, whatever the circumstance, no one could stand between him and the shore.

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where-do-you-want-to-start  asked:

Oh god I love you. I love the colors. I love your art style. I love your kindness when you answer all those asks. I just love everything you're doing here. And I think you need even more love, so I'll love you until you love your art as much as we do.

I…. how do I thank you enough??? omg…
I’ll just share my favorite screenshots, please look at this cute yuuri

couple’s therapy // derek hale

summary : stiles is a bit concerned for the reader’s relationship with derek, driving him to host an impromptu couple’s therapy session with results that leave him only slightly mortified and very uncomfortable. 

  Derek wasn’t sure when the entirety of the McCall pack coming over once a week for what they called a “a pack meeting” had become a thing, but it certainly was a prominent event that wasn’t going away anytime soon. He had learned to accept it after the first two months, and now it was routine for you and Derek to prepare the loft every Friday afternoon for an evening of loud teenagers barging into your home only semi-uninvited. 

   This time around, you were both sitting quietly on the couch. Your eyes were drifting shut every once in awhile, but Derek would nudge you awake when you looked as if you were going to pass out. You were curled up on separate ends of the couch when Lydia, Scott, Stiles, Liam, Malia, and Kira burst through the door. You suspected that Stiles had replicated your key. You were greeted with a chorus of hello’s that you and your boyfriend answered in mumbled, sleepy tones. Stiles sauntered into the living room first, taking a seat between you and Derek and ripping open a package of cookies as loudly as he could. 

  Derek opened one eye, staring sideways at Stiles. “Do you mind?” 

  “Sharing? No, not at all!” Stiles shoved the cookies at Derek, who gave Stiles a dirty look before glancing away and settling comfortably back into his couch. Confused as to why you weren’t sleeping under Derek’s arm as you usually were, Stiles elbowed you in the ribcage. 

    “Um, ouch,” you muttered, shoving Stiles away. “Stop harassing older women, that’s not how you get a girl to go out with you. Lydia won’t love you if you act like this toward her.” You pushed Stiles again, sending him into Derek’s side and letting out a laugh when Derek growled, grabbing Stiles by the back of his shirt and sending him flying off the couch. 

    “Both of you are quite hostile tonight,” Stiles shook his head. “And you seem really distant toward each other. Anything going on?” 

    “Maybe we’re just tired,” Derek replied, yawning. You nodded with him, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. 

    Not convinced, Stiles continued, “Yeah, but you two are always so touchy feely with each other that if you were really, genuinely tired and not being distant on purpose than Y/N would be drooling on your shoulder right now and not on your nice pillows. For old people, you’re very affectionate.” The rest of the pack filed in, taking their seats on the floor and the other two chairs. 

   “I don’t drool,” you protested as Derek said, “We’re not old!”

   “See!” Stiles exclaimed. “You’re not even in tune with each other anymore. It’s sad. I’ve see this happen to the best of couples. It happened to Malia and I,” he pointed to his ex girlfriend with a sad look on his face before Malia scowled at him. He returned his only somewhat condescending stare back to you and Derek, looking at them almost pityingly. 

   “Stiles, what exactly are you implying?” Derek asked, folding his arms over his broad chest in an intimidating manner.  Unbothered, Stiles said, “I’m not implying anything, I’m stating that I think you and Y/N are drifting apart from each other and need some couple’s therapy. Luckily, I am proficient in giving advice and supplying people with statistics.” 

   “Since when does anyone listen to your advice?” Scott said with a laugh. Stiles sent his best friend a glare. 

    “Anyways,” Stiles said loudly, “Studies show that majority of happy couples are having sex at least twice a week. Now,” he turned to everyone as if he was a teacher, clearly delighted to have the attention on him, “as you should know from health class, sex releases endorphins, which increases the bond between a person and their partner. So, if you guys are being distant, it might be because you’re not going at it enough.

    Derek, holding back his laughter, reached over Stiles and squeezed your hand. You were practically about to burst, you were holding in your giggles so tightly. “Um, Stiles, I think it’s safe to say that the sex thing isn’t an issue.” 

   Adamant that he was correct, Stiles ignored him and continued talking, “I mean, you’re sitting on opposite ends of the couch. Y/N looks exhausted, and you, Derek, look dead, no offense. Clearly, you’ve been arguing. Probably screaming back and forth at each other for hours before we got here.” 

   You snickered, then said, “Yeah, I’d say there was definitely some screaming.” Lydia’s face went bright red at this comment as she finally realized what you were hinting at. Catching your attention, she made a gagging motion, causing you to laugh harder. Scott was the next to catch on, and he looked absolutely terrified. He poked Kira in the arm, explaining what was going on low enough so that Stiles couldn’t hear. Liam was filling Malia in on what was happening as well, but the poor boy appeared horrified at the doings of two people he considered to be second parents to him. 

    “Exactly!” Stiles snapped his fingers. “There lies the issue.” 

    “Stiles, I think the issue here is that you’re an idiot.” Derek smiled at him. 

    “Look, I’m just trying to help you guys,” he said defensively. “When couples stop being intimate with each other, it leads to eventual break ups, and divorce in the case of being married to the other person. I happen to think you and Y/N make a lovely couple, and it would be a shame to see your relationship end because you couldn’t face the facts.” 

   “Trust me on this, intimacy is not the reason we’re being so distant right now,” you informed the boy, patting his shoulder gently. 

    “Then what is?” He questioned impatiently. 

    “Well, kiddo,” Derek gripped Stiles’ other shoulder, “when I say that intimacy isn’t a problem, I mean that it really, really isn’t a problem. It’s probably the least of mine and Y/N’s worries, to be completely honest.” 

    Scrunching his nose, Stiles looked around at the flushed faces of his pack mates and the barely stifled smiles everyone had on their faces. “I- I don’t get it?” 

    Clearing your throat, you said, “Derek and I are already a pretty… intimate couple. So intimate, in fact, that the reason we’re being distant is because we’re actually kind of tired from, um, previous actions… if you catch my drift.” 

    Stiles at first still appeared confused, but when you and Derek began cracking up again, realization dawned in his eyes. The look of disgust on his face was enough to send you into a fit of laughter, practically falling onto the floor when the teenager jumped up from the couch, gagging and making an array of faces. 

    “You are disgusting,” he shuddered. “I cannot believe- how could you just… oh my god! You’re two old people having sex, I’m so grossed out right now I might cry, I’m just… Y/N, you’re like my big sister and you’re having sex and you just told me and you just had sex like an hour ago and now you’re tired from it and I’m actually going to puke now and maybe die okay goodnight!” With a last horrified glance at you and Derek, he practically sprinted out of the loft, practically in tears. 

    The rest of the pack filed out shortly after, tears of laughter in their eyes, and you apologized to Liam since he was the youngest and probably the most petrified- save for Stiles. After they were gone, you snuggled up next to Derek on the couch, resting your head on his shoulder. He kissed your head lightly, arm around your shoulders. 

    “What an enlightening couple’s therapy session, huh?” You joked, poking Derek’s side. He rolled his eyes again, as he always did when Stiles or anything to do with Stiles was mentioned. “Aw, c’mon, honey, it was pretty hilarious. I think I really learned a lot,” you laughed. 

   “Yeah, I learned that Stiles is dumber than I originally thought and that you have a really cute laugh,” Derek paused. “Actually, I knew that before, so I only learned one new thing today. I mean, everyone else caught on, even little Liam. And he’s, what, five?”  

    “Sixteen, Derek,” you patted your boyfriend’s chest. 

    “Same difference,” he said. “Anyways, maybe we could start being a little more intimate.” He winked at you, placing his hand on your cheek and turning your face toward him. 

    “Derek, we literally have sex every day, how much more intimate can we get?” You raised your eyebrows, letting out a squeal when Derek suddenly lifted you in the air, lips pressing against every area of your skin that he could reach as he said, “How does twice a day sound?” 

Hot ‘n Cold

♥ Hi Guys, here is another fulfilled request, well it’s just smut so here we go. I hope you guys enjoy. Feel free to leave some feedback, drop an ask, send me a message, or leave a request. Found any mistakes? Tell me I would love to fix them, als tag in the lovely @moderndeathsblog because you are my muse and you love Loki so I hope you like it as well♥ Deutsche Version auf meiner Masterlist.


Request:  Can you please do a smut with Jotun!Loki? Just anything sensual and hot with him.


  • Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader
  • Summary: You want to see Loki’s true form and he grant you your wish and discover a new kink of yours.
  • Warnings: smut, fluff, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), temperature play, Loki in his jotun form, Loki uses his frost giant abilities, PWP!
  • Words: 1760

You sat impatiently on your large, soft, and royal bed in the huge bedroom, you shared with your boyfriend. The only thing that covered your body was a lace bra and matching slip in elegant emerald green, a little gift for your favorite god. It was already late at night and some candles illuminated your room with warm light while still some warm night air was blowing in through the open balcony. You took a sip  from your glass of water while you waited for Loki to walk through the door.

You had a special fantasy in your mind,  for ages and you wanted to try it out so badly  with your boyfriend if he would play along. You knew that this wasn’t Loki’s favorite subject and he was reluctant to mention this topic and you hoped that your appearance and the fact that you really wanted to do it would change his mind.

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Meet Me -- Part One

Part One of the “Harry as your roommate” series! Get ready for a fluffy one :)

The Doorway

It seemed as if Mother Nature had a bone to pick with you judging by the way your insides were twisting and cramping up. Your hand flew to your side as another wave of pain slowly ached through your torso, causing you to wince and squeeze your eyes shut. You stayed in the position for a few seconds and then let out a huge puff of air when the cramps subsided (for now).

The work day had dragged on and on, and was made even more enjoyable by the visit of your favorite monthly gift. You’d been expecting it for a few days now, noticing yourself snap at comments meant to be funny, wanting to cry at that one commercial with the cute babies on it, and overall feeling delated. Or, rather inflated – you’d felt like a hot air balloon because of the way your stomach would bloat near the end of the day.

After saying your goodbye’s to your co-workers, you all but skipped out of the door, ready to finally be home after such a long day.

You pulled up to your building after driving for about 20 minutes through traffic and headed upstairs. In the hallway, you could hear a voice singing quite loudly. It didn’t take you long to recognize it to be Harry’s, your roommate. The two of you had met in a literature class in uni a few semesters ago when you’d worked on a project together. He put on a show, playing himself off as a rather sophisticated boy, but when it was just the two of you the real Harry came out – the one that would take every chance available to crack a joke, who could fall asleep nearly anywhere, and who was almost obnoxiously kind. You had almost clicked instantly, like it was a friendship that was meant to be and had been planned to happen by the Heavens above.

Turning the key in your door, you walked in to your apartment, Pink Floyd blasting through the air and Harry belting his heart out right along with it. He must not have heard you come in because he continued to dance around your small (but cozy) living room for a few seconds more, even with you standing in the doorway trying not to laugh.

“Enjoying yourself?” you asked, holding back a chuckle. It was quite a sight, and one of the first things all day to bring a smile to your face.

He startled, eyes wide, when he realized you standing there. You would have sworn you saw his cheeks grow redder as time passed, but he moved too quickly across the room to turn the music down for you to tell.

“Didn’t hear you come in,” he said, bashful.

“It’s okay,” you walked into the room, slipping off your jacket and throwing it over the couch, “Could hear you down the hall, you know.”

He smiled nervously, “Should that be taken as a compliment?”

“Up to you,” you started, “Wouldn’t want the neighbors to worry they had a walrus for a neighbor.”

He playfully looked hurt, bringing a hand dramatically to his chest, “Ouch, y/n! Go easy, yeah?”

“Sorry, it sounded lovely, dear,” your tone was anything but genuine.

“Tha’s more like it,” he winked at you, “How was work?”

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Svt reacting to their gf coming home scared

anon asked: can i request svt’s reaction to their girlfriend coming home scared because someone was following her?

Seungcheol- You’d think Seungcheol is a big softie, but damn after you come home scared someone’s following you, Seungcheol can get hella scary. Because no one messes with you. Not if he can help it. He’ll get really angry knowing you were scared out of your mind. He’ll probably wrap you up in his arms, breathing quickly and check to makes sure you’re ok and carry you in his arms over to the couch and make you sit down and wait while he goes out to see if whoever it was is still around. You can try to stop him by saying you’ll talk to the police but he’ll go out looking anyway. And If he catches the punk, they’re going to get hell tonight.

“Stay here. Nothing is going to happen to you because I’m right here. And they’re going to never see the light of day again if they mess with you.”

Originally posted by wonnhao

Jeonghan- Whereas Seungcheol can get scary while trying to protect you, Jeonghan would be a different kind of scary, a silent scary. He’d immediately hug you and tell you that whoever they are they’re not going to lay a finger on you and if they do, they’re losing their fingers. He’ll wrap you up in a sweater and he’ll drive with you to the police station so you can file a report. But you can tell from his stance, with his arm folded and his shoulders leveled that if it weren’t for insuring your upmost safety, he too would have gone out searching for whoever it was. And whoever it was would have regretted simply laying eyes on you that day.

“We have to rely on the system because if we didn’t I might end up seriously maiming whoever it was that scared you today and I don’t think you’d like that very much.”

Originally posted by dureowanni

Joshua- Joshua wouldn’t have the thought of being pissed at whoever it was. He’d be completely focused on making sure you were ok and that you knew you were safe now and that as long as you’re with him, nothing will happen to you. He’ll insist on going to the police station in the morning but in the meantime he’d hold you in his arms and run his fingers through your hair and say “it’s ok, you’re ok, you’re safe now”. He’d hold you for a long time rocking back and forth until you stop shaking from fear and the cold pit in your stomach goes away. He’d get you warm tea and blankets and make sure all the windows and doors were locked and shut tight before returning to your side to hold you in his chest and kiss your forehead reassuringly.

“Nothing else matters except that you’re safe. As long as you’re safe and you’re here, nothing else matters. Nothing will happen to you, not when I’m here.”

Originally posted by randomjoshua17


Jun- You’re practically crying when you frantically shut the door behind you. Jun takes one look at the terrified expression on your face and is about to lose his shit because when it comes to you no one, NO ONE, messes with you. After hearing what happened to get you so rattled up, he’ll quickly grab his coat and wrap it around you and pull you into the car to drive down to the police station. He’d be holding your hand the whole way, one hand around the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white from how tightly he was gripping the wheel. He might ask you for some details like physical descriptions and what you were doing today while he gritted his teeth and stared dead ahead. But if he hears your voice breaking, trying to recall specifics he would stop the car.

“Whoever they were, they won’t dare mess with you ever again. Because if they do, they’re not going to be able to walk right ever again.”

Originally posted by fyeahwonhui


Soonyoung- Soonyoung would put up a front, trying to show you his best side as soon as he found out what happened. He’d hug you and shower you with kisses while holding you in his arms, but he’d be hella protective. He won’t be able to stop thinking about what could have happened if you never came home and he’d be going crazy trying to hide the overwhelming feeling of terror that came with the idea of never seeing you again. He wouldn’t let you go for a long time, even after you both went to file the police report, he would insist on going everywhere with you even if it was just to the grocery store. You could be cooking or cleaning or do anything and you can feel Soonyoung watching you and trying his best to make you feel safe.

“I’m never letting you out of my sight again, I’m literally going to learn how to sleep with my eyes open in order to make sure you never have to be scared ever again.”

Originally posted by pledisseventeen


Wonwoo- He’ll be the one in Svt that acts the most calm on the outside. He won’t say much but he’ll take your hand and wrap you in his arms and like Joshua, makes sure you’re ok first. You’re the number one priority. He’ll wrap you up in blankets and makes sure you eat something and just feel safe and warm. He won’t let you out of his sight too and insists that you sleep in the living room with the lights on, away from any entrances or windows. He might seem calm, serious, collected and smart about the whole situation, making a police report after you fall asleep so as not to worry you, but he’ll be so scared on the inside, scared that something could have happened to you. He wouldn’t get any sleep that night because of it.

“Things were scary today, but trust me, that’s never going to happen again. I won’t let someone scare you like that ever again. You’re going to be ok.”

Originally posted by visual-17


Jihoon- Damn, Jihoon may seem cute, but like Seungcheol, he can get pretty scary when it comes to you and anyone who messes with you must have a death wish. He’d also be a little bit paranoid and insist that the two of you stay at a hotel or a friend or family’s house in case whoever was following you followed you home. Jihoon would hold onto you tight in the car all the way to the temporary place you two were staying at. After making sure you feel safe and are comfortable, he’d take off to file the police report and won’t get any sleep, insisting they check security camera footage and post guards around your house until the perpetrator is caught and dealt with.

“You don’t have to even think about this anymore. Don’t be afraid and don’t be scared. Whoever they were, they chose the wrong people to mess with. I’m going to catch them and once I do, I’m not going to have any mercy.”

Originally posted by letmebangteen


Seokmin- Seokmin would be trying really hard to make sure that you felt safe again. The look of terror on your face was enough to want to break his heart and he, like Soonyoung, would be more than a little overprotective. He’d hold onto you and ask if there was anything he could do to make you feel safer, even if you suggest camping in the living room with the lights on. He’d drag all the blankets and pillows to the middle of the carpet and help you get settled in for the night. Secretly he’d be terrified too, he doesn’t know exactly what could have happened to you. He’ll pester you with questions, but if you start getting teary-eyed at the thought of those night’s events he’d apologize and hold you tighter until you fell asleep in his arms.

“I should have been there with you today. If I had been there, this wouldn’t have happened. I’m not going to let this happen ever again, I promise to be by your side from now on until we catch whoever it was.”

Originally posted by pledisseventeen


Mingyu- Mingyu wouldn’t know exactly what to do, he’d be a nervous mess. He wants to comfort you, but also find out whoever it was and make sure they’re punished, he wants to do a million things at once and race around until his heart stops hurting from seeing the scared look on your face. He’d probably settle on going to the police station in the morning and making sure all the doors are locked and that the neighbors know there might be someone lurking around. Then he’d cook a bunch of food, all of it for you, even if you didn’t have the appetite because he needs to keep himself busy or he might chase after whoever scared you.

“We have so much food now I don’t even know how on earth we’re going to be able to finish it. But at least you’re safe and that’s all that matters to me. Should I make dessert?”

Originally posted by hypetae


Minghao- Would actually run into you and hold him in your arms before even telling him what happened and once you do tell him, be prepared for a scary Minghao. He’d look coldly past you towards the door as if willing whoever it was that scared you to reveal themselves to him. He’d drive you to the police station but probably would get too frustrated in the fact that there isn’t much they can do. He might go around on a rampage yelling about how the person he cares most about almost got hurt and how the police aren’t doing anything. He’d calm down if you talked to him and reassure him you’re fine, but he’s not ok. He’d apologize for his behavior and sit down next to you, but you’re not leaving his sight, he’ll pull you onto his lap and just hold you.

“The thought of someone else looking at you, following you, that’s not ok. It’s not going to happen again. And if it does, they’re done for.”

Originally posted by mvnghaos


Seungkwan- Seungkwan would be shook. He’d be puffing out his chest and asking who the ef would try to mess with his gf and try to jokingly reassure you that he can win any fight with whoever it was. He’d be hella scared on the inside though. You’re his everything and to think someone made you feel scared, he wasn’t ready for how much it hurt him knowing he wasn’t there to protect you. He’d hold your hand and reassure you that everything will be ok since the two of you were together and therefore are an unstoppable force. Then he’d drag you to the police station immediately to file a report while refusing to let go of your hand even once.

“Whenever I’m not holding your hand, bad things tend to happen. So from now on, your hand is mine, sorry, I’m not letting go ever again. That way nothing bad ever happens again.”

Originally posted by kyungminie


Hansol- He’d put up a tough guy front to try to reassure you, but secretly he’s gritting his teeth and trying really hard not to run outside and hunt down whoever it is too. Like Joshua though, he’d put you as his first priority, making sure you’re no longer scared and that you know you’re safe. He might even insist you continue with whatever evening plans you both had wanted to do at home and insist you continue with the normal everyday activities. It’s not about ignoring the problem, no he’ll file a report with the police later, but right now he just never wants you to feel like you’re in danger ever again. He’ll do everything to distract you and comfort you and hold onto you, giving you all the love in the world.

“Don’t bring it up anymore, you don’t have to worry about it. It’s over and if it happens again, whoever it is, will be over. I believe in the police. All we need to do is stay together.” 

Originally posted by svtxbtsluv

Chan- He might be the youngest, but when it comes to you, there’s no doubt in his whole mind that he could easily take on whoever it was, because no one should ever dare to scare you like that. Not you. Chan would be smart and level-headed about the whole situation, maybe the most calm overall. Because he’s confident nothing like that would ever happen again because from now on he’s not going to leave your side without something to defend you. Whether that be taking self-defense classes, pepper spray, whatever works. He might even arm you with some pointy keys just in case. Chan can be one scary maknae.

“You have to aim for the eyes, that way they can’t see and you have time to run away… run away and call me so I can kick their- ahem, I meant call the police.”

Originally posted by leecnah

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A Sam & Dean x Reader / smut

HAPPY SMUT APPRECIATION DAY!

A/N: Here is my contribution for Smut Appreciation Day: Vol. 2. I can’t believe it’s been a year since the first epic day. I want all of you to tag me in your filth while I’m at work today, and I promise I will read ALL of them when I get home tonight. Please let me know what you think. Happy reading (and masturbating)!

Word Count: 3,615

Warnings:
- smut. this is very graphic.
- if you don’t like reading about sexual situations, abort now.
- this is a threesome and can also be viewed as a polyamorous relationship between Sam, Dean, and reader.
- there is no wincest in this fic.
- language.
- always wear a condom, kids!

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*gifs are not mine.

The three of you were covered in mud from head to toe. This particular hunt had gone a bit south, due to the unexpected rainstorm that had decided to fuck with your mission. Dean protested the entire way home about the state his interior was currently in, constantly pestering both you and Sam to keep your boots off the floor. Although you’d accomplished what you’d sought out to do, all of you were bickering back at forth at one another like children the entire ride home.

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Richie Tozier: Talks in the Hallway

A/N Hi there! I’m a new fic blog on the block and wanted to get into writing more, so why not write for our fave brave kids and co? Requests are open! But I thought i’d just put out a few little snippets first to get myself out there? Hmu babes 👏🏾

Also please msg me abt any typos. It’s embarrassing man

Pairing  → Richie Tozier x Reader (She/Her Pronouns)

Warnings  → Pennywise encounter, 13yr olds swearing, me trying my hand at humor, me putting detail into things that didn’t need much detail but stay tuned i’ll get better.


Splinters of the rotten wood floor dug into the palms of your hands as you tried to move further back. 

“Richie…?” 

You were pressed up against the bedroom door, but still you tried, so, so hard, to keep going backwards.

Eds?”

You had to get yourself further away from the fucking monstrosity in front of you. A spider. A dirty grey spider, with 8 red eyes, and 8 long legs. It body was long and flat.

You always hated the narrow ones most.

“Rich-”

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1. I should’ve bought more flowers for you, now I buy flowers even if today isn’t Valentine’s Day or a day with a specific meaning, in a way, every petal is imbued with an apology and every time someone leans in to smell it they can feel the parts of me that you’ve forgiven far long before I could

2. I didn’t start to feel better until I started to take better care of myself, a constant whisper of you saying “i was just worried about you”

3. You can’t let someone be your only source of happiness because once they’re gone, you’re all alone again and there’s nothing worse than starting all the way back over with yourself: square one of a broken heart multiplied by the intensity of she’s not coming back, let her go

4. Music will never betray me

5. Poetry is thinking that you’ve got it figured out and a metaphor is just your way of saying I don’t

6. Art rules the world and I am a masterpiece in progress; how can I love myself like how you did if I can’t see that little bit?

7. Lust isn’t conducive for growth, it’s like an addict trying to get his fix– some day, he’s going to break and not even the drug can help him

8. I buy myself nice things, but I can’t fill this emptiness inside of my heart– I guess some nights, I just miss being next to you

9. I still can’t get used to sleeping alone

10. Sometimes I wish I would’ve picked up your phone calls during the first few months, I broke my promise and you know something? I regret it

11. I threw away our love letters and memories two months ago, I cried the whole time– yeah, still a fool for you, but baby, we’ve changed so much, I’m happy with my unhappy

12. You once told me to go on many adventures without you, did you account for my depression? You know, I don’t blame you for any of this. In reality it was always an us thing, a too young thing, a stupid, mad love thing– as always, I still love you, I just don’t know what love is anymore

13. They were right, soulmates touch you and they change you forever– the moment a colorful paint filled brush hits the water and the figments of colors flow into the cup, you left my soul with so many seasons, I’m still raking up the leaves from last fall

14. The last time I saw you we shouldn’t have had sex, I think that night really broke you– I think that night really broke me too

15. I should’ve laid my head onto your chest and counted your heartbeats more often, I’m sorry

16. Sometimes when I talk to people and tell them random facts that you’ve filled my head up, I swear I can hear your voice echo in the back of my head– “baby, check this out, you’re gonna love it”

17. I always do

18. I still remember your favorite Harry Potter line

19. After all of this time? …Always.

20. I smoke cigarettes to think about how to think less, the fucking irony

21. I take painkillers and my excuse is that my right hand still hurts, in truth, I’m just another addict that believes if I take another maybe my heart might just start to sound like it belongs to me

22. I didn’t cut myself because I wanted to die, I cut myself open because I wanted to feel how often I made your heart break, each scar on my shoulders is a time when I’ve made you cry

23. And each night that I can’t sleep, I stay up wishing that you’re doing okay

24. I don’t pray often, but when I do, I always prayed for your mom, although she hated me, I’m so glad that she put you on this earth to allow us to meet– I have changed so much since I’ve met you

25. The crazy part? You still change me everyday

26. You know the renaissance era? Falling in love with you was like that

27. My favorite photo of us were those two kids eating a banana split at the New Orleans mall, I miss those two innocent kids, oh, how we’ve changed

28. We are destined to have this eternal flame kind of distance– the brighter I burn, the more you’ll read, the only thing that keeps me writing some days is knowing that somewhere, somehow you’re always reading, no matter who you’re with or if you’re laughing or crying or smiling

29. My number one fan was always you first

30. I’ve made so many bad decisions, you were never one of them

31. I’ve written so many bad poems, you were in every single one

32. I’ve written some pretty great ones too tho…!
You were also in those

33. I miss cleaning your eyes for you

34. I have met some amazing people because of what happened to us

35. I can’t get you by Fallbrooke the acoustic version is no longer on the internet, the funny part? The very last day that it was on the web, I downloaded it right before they removed it. It’s still my favorite song of all time, our song

36. Hold your tears by Clazziquai too

37. Sometimes when I get off from work, I sit in the car and cry, some tears don’t have meaning, they just need to come out

38. I claim to write poetry, but I feel like they’re just love letters sent to no one in particular

39. It’s not that I’m not over you, I’m just trying to get used to not needed you

40. It’s not that it hurts to the point where I can’t breathe, I’m just trying to light my own path to self-love and healing

41. The fact that your favorite color is orange, it makes the fruit taste some type of way

42. Sometimes I want to call you, but I don’t

42. Sometimes I want to text you and I do

43. Sometimes I want you to answer, I’m glad you don’t

43. Sometimes I just want to say fuck it all and call, I’m glad that I don’t

44. You stopped writing when we first met, in some way, the girl that waits by the shore has left a million pens near my desk and to this day– I wait by the shore too, just in case inspiration hits, right?

45. Our little codes of love finally decoded enough for me to not be blinded by you

46. We were both messed up people, I think we knew that about each other and maybe that’s why I always know when you’re not feeling okay

47. I still don’t have love figured out, but damn I’ll open every fucking door in my heart even if I have to go down the sewer to find every key

48. Someone says that she’s falling for me, I’m legit afraid to hurt people now– like it’s a real fear, I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore

49. I should’ve given you the stars, but instead I left your heart scattered across the universe

50. It’s been almost two year and I’m still writing about you, but at least it’s less often, right?

51. You’ve always been kinda self-centered, I think you enjoy it when I write about you. Like if I write about you in some way, maybe I’m still yours

52. We were just too damn young to realize how destructive passion, love, romance, stagnation, betrayal and pain is when mixed together

53. Sometimes I go to the places that we used to go just to create new memories without you

54. Sometimes it works

55. Most of the time, it just flicks me off

56. My brain is constantly telling me that I’m a fuck up and the more I try to get it right, the more I keep getting it wrong

57. I am trying to master the art of letting go

58. And this list is a step towards better things

59. And this life is going to be alright

60. Without you, I am still me

61. Without you, I can still breathe

62. Without you, I am still alive

63. Without you, I am still poetry

64. I can barely remember your face, I guess being around a lot of different people at work helps out plenty

65. This world is filled with pain, I hope you look back and smile about us some day

66. Maybe when you’re old and grey– you’ll remember those two young kids who slow danced in the dark

67. If we were made from the same star, I want to return home some day

68. I want to shine bright enough for the two of us

69. You’re still my best friend even if we no longer talk

70. You’ll always be my best friend

71. I still care about you

72. A whole fucking lot

73. The world is full of mysteries, I’m glad that we’re in the known, I’m glad that we’ve met

74. I hope you never regret me, you wanna know why? I could never, ever, ever, ever regret you

75. I don’t know how to open up to people anymore and I’m not sure if it’s my fault or yours– maybe this one time, it’s our fault… are you like this too?

76. I’ve been told that I’m too hard on myself, I firmly believe that one of the reason as to why we split was because I wasn’t hard enough on myself– I got too fucking comfortable with your promises and I took you for granted

77. Life waits for no one

78. I let an ex of mine break my red and black ring– she said that if I was over you, I’d let her break. I let her break it, but jokes on me, it didn’t change a thing about how I still feel about you

79. I keep writing and writing and writing because one of these days– it’ll stop being about you

80. Sometimes it works, but deep down, I know in some way, you’ll always find a way to sneak back out

81. I can’t get you out of my head sometimes

82. It’s even harder because you’re still inside of my heart

83. I saw this cool picture on Tumblr with someone cutting a piece of herself off that resembled two lovers splitting up, that shit looked like it hurt

84. Love hurts because even eating cotton candy ice cream really fast will give you a brain freeze

85. You didn’t like my rat tail idea, I grew one out just to fuck with you. Jokes on me, I love it now.

86. You never really supported the idea of me being anything, tbh, it’s not your fault. None of it is. I should’ve been my own motivation. I guess by supporting you through nursing school, I wanted to hear you say that I could do it even when I was at my lowest point.

87. I realized a few thing about loving you.

88. When you hit rock bottom, few will be loyal enough to stick it out with you

89. Money rules the world, since I’m not wealthy in any way– one day when I am, I can laugh a little about all of this

90. I think you loved our memories more than you loved me, in truth, I did too

91. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to get close to people

92. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to let you go

93. Maybe that’s why you still read

94. We had something raw and experimental, young and dumb, mistakes on top of mistakes

95. It was a perfect compass to point us to our future selves

96. I know a great many things now– although I am depressed, with or without you

97. I am great, I am strong

98. I am my own happy before anyone else’s

99. I can love myself enough to let you go

100. I had to hurt you to really, really grow–
I think to this day, that’s the thing that hurts me the most. That I had to hurt my best friend in this whole wide world, to make you crumble, to make you cry, to make you hate me– I had to do all of that in order to love myself. And it’s sad because here I am, still trying to figure it all out.



With or without you, I will be a better person.
—  100 things I figured out when we broke up

gazebros  asked:

highschool age richie and eddie having their first kiss and now they are always just holding hands or touching in some way and the losers act all fake weird and tease them about them always bein so cutesy but actually high key have been shipping it since forever ?? i just need a ton of reddie fluff rn lol

~ Eddie was leaning his textbook on Richie’s legs that the boy had habitually thrown over Eddies lap as they sat on the cold bleachers waiting on their five friends. He was flicking through the pages intending to find chapter twenty-eight so he could get a head start on his homework. He couldn’t see him, but Eddie would make a good bet with himself that if he glanced over at him, Richie would  be laying flat on his back in boredom. So Eddie peeked over and there he was, exactly as Eddie had predicted. “You’re surprisingly quiet today.” Eddie remarked and Richie started to sit up. 

Richie went to open his mouth but Eddie held his finger out, inches from touching his lips. “Don’t ruin a good thing.” He smirked and Richie smacked his hand down with a smile. 

“I was thinking-”

“That’s dangerous.”Eddie smirked again and Richie shook his head, looking away and forwards towards the football field. “Ok what were you thinking about?” Eddie poked the boys shoulders, suddenly impatient. 

“Your mom.” Richie turned to him with a wide smirk of his own. Eddie scoffed and threw his legs out of his lap, allowing Richie to scoot closer as he let his chuckle fade out. “Anyway..” 

“Is there more to your joke?” Eddie cocked his head to the side with sass. Richie shook his head. 

“No, I was really thinking.” He smiled as Eddies face turned curious. “Y’know…I haven’t had my first kiss yet-”

“Woah, wait a minute…that’s not what you told us in the barrens two weeks ago.” Eddie chuckled and Richie flushed. 

“Ok I lied but-” 

“You even got up and stood on a rock and shouted ‘I’ve been kissed fuckers!’…oh that’s sad Richie.” Eddie couldn’t stop laughing, hand over his mouth as he hunched over and continued to snort. Richie watched him, completely stoic. 

“Laugh it up, Eds. But this is coming from the guy who’s mom probably won’t allow him to kiss anyone until he’s forty.” Richie shot back and smiled proudly, Eddie sat back up and gave him an embarrassed face. 

“I’ll kiss someone when i’m ready.” He defended himself in a soft tone, wanting to start shying away from the topic but Richie had other plans. 

“Are you ready now?” Richie asked and Eddie gave him wide eyes. 

“What-what do you mean?” 

Richie shrugged and looked back towards the football field. “It’s just…since neither of us have had our first kiss, I was thinking we could just get it over with right now.” He proposed, looking at the lone football among the grass the entire time. Eddie wasn’t sure what he could’ve been expecting but it wasn’t that for sure. 

“And you’re serious?” Eddie squeaked out and Richie finally turned his face back to look at him. He looked Eddie directly in the eyes and nodded. “wow.” Eddie let out his breath.

“I’m sorry, Eds. I didn’t mean to make things awkward- It was just a stupid idea I mean…I’ll never bring it up again and we’ll be cool, right? cause-”

Eddie cut him off by sitting up as straight as he could and connecting their lips in the best way he could. Since Richie had been talking, it was a little difficult to position. Their noses bumped awkwardly but he quickly attempted to fix that. His hands were still resting on his thighs and slid down his lap. Since he wasn’t sure what to do with his hands, he kept them to himself. And after a few seconds, he pulled away. Richie pushed his glasses up his nose and let out a small ‘Huh’. 

“That ok?” Eddie asked and Richie nodded speedily. 

“Yeah-yes!” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The boys had never really talked about their kiss since it happened last week but they did seem to change, only slightly. The Losers Club had barely noticed at first. But it became harder and harder to ignore the fact that every time they hung out, the two of them drifted together. It was never uncommon for them not to but now, they always seemed to be touching. Whether it be with Richie sitting on a rock in the barrens with Eddie sitting on the ground, leaning on his legs. Or while they were sitting next to each other and their hands would fall together. 

Beverly was watching just that very same situation start when she opened her mouth. “So, anything interesting happen with you two lately?” she quirked her brow and smiled as the boys scooted away from each other. 

“No.” Richie shook his head. 

“Nothing at all?” Ben pitched in and soon all five of them had their attention on Richie and Eddie. 

“No.” Eddie denied immediately. He glanced at all of their skeptical faces and started to crumble under pressure. But before he could say anything, Richie interrupted his train of thought.

“Ok we kissed! You got anything to say about it, Heteros?” Richie burst and they all looked at each other. 

“Just that I owe Bill ten dollars.” Mike sighed and they all broke out into laughter as Richie and Eddie grew red in the face. 

Sorry for the long post, but please read ❤️

I first connected with Taylor’s music when I was going through a hard time while in University. I had met this guy, we became best friends, and I started developing major feelings for him. After a few months of flirting with each other, I found out he was already in a relationship. Bummer, right?

I felt so alone. But then Taylor released “Teardrops on my Guitar” and I was actually shocked. Who is this girl and why is she singing my feelings right out of my head? Legit every single lyric was my life with the exception of that I don’t play guitar, lol.

Then Taylor released the video for the song. Literally all my friends were like OMG HAVE YOU SEEN THE VIDEO THOUGH?! It’s like it was a movie about MY LIFE. This guy and I would study in the library, flirting and making jokes.

We were also chem lab partners so when I saw that scene too.. I was like OK WTF. Lol. Again, how is this girl doing this… but for the first time, I didn’t feel alone. I felt like somebody was going through this with me. That song was what I needed, and I’m so glad I found it.

**Fast forward to when I finally realized that I didn’t want to waste my feelings or my heart on a dinkus who would flirt with other girls while being in a relationship. It was hard, but I realized I couldn’t be in a friendship with him without liking him, so I sent him free from my life, and wished him the best.**

Then, Taylor did it again. I was studying at a Starbucks when I met this really cute guy. He approached my table, started talking to me, but I could feel my wall go up. I was unsure, and I didn’t want to get hurt again.

During that time, Taylor released “Begin Again”. AGAIN, WTF WOMAN. She was singing my feelings again. But this time, the message in the song made me realize I need to let myself be vulnerable. If I don’t open myself up I will never move on. So I did.

That guy turned out to be my future. He is my husband today, and we celebrated 4 years of marriage this year.

If it wasn’t for Taylor and her music, I don’t know if I would have ever opened myself up to this new possibility for love. Taylor had been with me at my crappiest moments and been there to encourage me to embrace my best moments. Now I celebrate my current relationship through other songs of hers, including “Enchanted” and “You Are In Love”. :)

Thank you Taylor, from the bottom of my heart. I love my husband and I am so happy you’ve been there for me all these years and that your music is there for so many others. 😘😘

Love,

Jen xo

@taylorswift

Send To All

Originally posted by ohstylesno

Requested by anonymous:

“hey there! I don’t know if you’re still doing 1D requests but I was wondering if I could request a Harry Styles imagine?? idk if you know of it but there’s a comedian called michael mcintyre who has a chat show and he has a segment called ‘send to all’ where he sends a mass text from the guests phone and reads the replies - anyways I was wondering if you could do a request where the reader is a celebrity and secretly dating Harry and their relationship gets exposed or something through this?? xx”

Warnings: None?? tiny bit of language and fluff I suppose

Notes: This gif has no relevance it just fucking kills me omg (also I’m so excited to write for harry eek)


“Good luck love, I know you’ll be amazing as always. Thinking of you and can’t wait to finally hold you in my arms tomorrow. H x” 

You felt your heart constrict and a buzz fill your body, a smile tugging up on your lips as your eyes scanned over the text your boyfriend had just sent you. Your thumbs hovered anxiously over the keyboard as you mulled over what you should reply with. You had just decided on replying with words teasing him about how he signed his texts just like his tweets when you were interrupted. 

“*yn*, we’re ready for you.” 

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Drabble Game - #19. Mark Tuan - Angst


Mark Tuan. Known around campus as the resident heartbreaker. It was obvious why. He was devastatingly handsome and charming. Once he set his sights on a girl, she was a goner. He would wine and dine them, get them into bed and then come up with some lame excuse as to why anything more serious just wouldn’t work.

Mark Tuan, the same one who had been assigned to be the subject of your behavioral analysis study for the last month, had his eyes on you now.

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