my apologies for making this stupid thing

The MBTI Types and What They’ve Taught Me

(Based off of people that are actually in my life)(Yes I do actually know someone of each type)(I’m friends with a lot of people)

ESFJ: A life lived for someone else is no life at all. Live for yourself.

ESTJ: You’re not always going to be right. You’re not always going to be able to have the best view, or the best ideas. But recognizing that you’re wrong, apologizing, and learning from that experience will not only put you in the right, but make it so that it happens less in the future.

ENFJ: It’s only embarrassing if you make it. Laugh it off.

ENTJ: Even the smartest people sometimes say stupid things, or take the wrong side. Even you. Don’t let it phase you, just be willing to do better.

ISFJ: No matter how much better you think someone is than you, there’s always a way to get to their level. That method is known as willpower.

ISTJ: No matter how many obstacles lie in your way, be it disapproval, disadvantage, or disappointment, ultimately, your only true obstacle is your own self-perception.

INFJ: Sometimes the best friends you’ll ever make are the ones you rarely see. And that’s okay–just because someone is busy doesn’t mean they love you any less.

INTJ: To say that you’re bored with your life is one of the greatest crimes you can commit. The world is full to the brim with things to do, it’s your own fault if you refuse to engage in any of them.

ESFP:  You’ll never get any better if you hide your talent away. Put it on display, even if you’re scared, and the confidence will come with time.

ESTP: Don’t ever apologize for yourself. For your actions, sure. But your thoughts, your personality, your self-expression, your emotions? They’re valid. They’re not something you should apologize for.

ENFP: There’s nothing wrong with adhering to traditional societal norms, and letting yourself take on some of them doesn’t mean that they become your entire personality.

ENTP: Take responsibility for yourself and your actions before anything else. Your problems aren’t going to go away on their own.

ISFP: There’s always going to be someone with a worse problem, a worse past, etc. That doesn’t make your own struggles any worse, and it’s okay to ask for help with the ‘small’ things.

ISTP: You don’t have to fit a stereotype. No matter how much you feel like you have to fit a certain image to do the things you love. Embrace your own image.

INFP: You can idealize your future self all you’d like, but you’re never going to get there until you start to change the present.

INTP: Nothing you do is ever going to be enough to please everybody. Do what you can, hope for the best, and let the consequences toughen your skin.

Favors - pt. 3

Group : BTS

Member : Min Yoongi 

Genre : Best Friend!AU, smut, first time, fluff

Word Count : 4,549                                                            

Description : You wanted to know, how giving a blowjob would feel like since you were quite inexperienced in it. So why not use your best friend Yoongi as a test object?

A/N : so since I got a lot of asks about Favors pt. 3 I decided to rewrite it, even when I tbh totally forgot about it. So, here it is. I hope you like it! :) 

pt.1 | pt.2

Originally posted by kuromel

You knew something had changed a week ago when your eyes met your best friend’s intense gaze after another, usual session of sensuality. It was a gaze he had never looked at you with, nor at anyone else before, not even his former lovers. A gaze that sent shivers down your spine, made your knees wobble, and which felt more intimate and intimidating than all the meaningless acts of pleasure you had done on each other for the past few weeks.

There were no feelings nor emotions except for lust and desire rushing through your veins, filling your hazed minds with nothing but the animalistic hunger for the blissful peak you were always craving like opiates. But once the heated moment faded, when your heartbeats were slowing down, you’d go separate ways, thinking not much of what just happened. 

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starter sentences for enemies
  • "I want to be there when you get what's coming to you."
  • "One day karma is going to bite you in the ass."
  • "How could you do this?"
  • "What do you want now?"
  • "If you are going to be two-faced, at least make one of them attractive."
  • "Fuck you!"
  • "Oh, what? Sorry. I was trying to imagine you with a personality."
  • "That was a low blow."
  • "You're truly a disgusting person."
  • "Don't bring my [relative] into this!"
  • "I would unplug your life support to charge my phone."
  • "What do you think you're doing?"
  • "Have you lost your mind?"
  • "Do you have anything to say that won't result in me punching you in the face?"
  • "Tread carefully."
  • "Two wrongs don't make a right; take your parents as an example."
  • "Get off my property."
  • "Stupidity is not a crime so you are free to go."
  • "Leave me alone."
  • "So what?"
  • "You look like a before picture."
  • "Don't be a coward. Say it to my face."
  • "You're so fake."
  • "Apologize before I deck you."
  • "This means war."
  • "I'd like to see things from your point of view but I can't seem to get my head that far up my ass."
  • "Can't we compromise?"
  • "Go to hell."
  • "Hating me won't make you pretty."
  • "Can you try not annoying me every 30 seconds?"
  • "I wasn't born with enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel about you."
  • "Fuck off!"
  • "I thought we settled this."
  • "I'm glad to see you're not letting your education get in the way of your ignorance."
  • "Stay classy."
  • "You are not as bad as people say. You are much, much worse."
  • "Your sarcasm detector needs tweaking."
  • "Get off me!"
  • "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"
  • "Name one reason why I shouldn't walk away right now."
  • "Is this making you angry?"
  • "Karma takes too long. I'd rather beat the shit out of you just now."
  • "Shock me and say something intelligent."
  • "Ouch. That one stung."
  • "That's cruel."
  • "I didn't think I was capable of murder until this conversation."
  • "Truce?"
Tosaki’s wedding

Haha okay so: 31.07. Day 7: rest?  | anything goes  | sun

I decided to take this day to draw Tosaki’s wedding (with his fiance, I think her name is Ai?) in a happy ending maybe…haha I don’t know it seemed like a funny idea in my mind XD and drawing all this crap was actually really fun. So this was clearly meant to be ridiculous so, what the hell? I just hope you enjoy and laugh with me at this shit I made. 

Since Ajin is such a dense manga, and I really love the characters, sometimes I just feel like I want to see them doing stupid things together… (unfortunately I didn’t think it’d be right to include Sato and the others here xd except for Tanaka, cuz he’s just a cinnamon roll). 

(Anyway I apologize for the bad quality of some drawings that are next ): when I’ve my computer fixed, I’ll make them well).

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Demons

Prompt: Lin comforts his crying wife. Told in his POV.

Pairing: Lin x reader

A/N: I think this will be my Day 6 prompt. This is the first self-indulgent fic I’ve truly written since I began writing. Plus it’s fair to say that every fic I’ve written every day for this write-a-thon was a “first time” for me. I apologize if this fic isn’t great or lacks a story, but today was a really bad day for me and I needed to write this. Shout out to @imaginebeinghamiltrash for being one of the best people I’ve met on this site.


Every morning, after his usual 5:30 A.M. gym session (something that took him years to get used to), he’d arrive home to his wife humming a song to herself as she cooked breakfast. It was a sight that would always make his breath catch and his heart feel full; he’ll never get used to the fact that he married his best friend and other half.

Today, when Lin saw the empty kitchen, he knew something was wrong.

He peeks into his office, but the room was filled with nothing but his clutter. When he enters the bedroom, he sees her sprawled on the bed, staring at the ceiling, fresh tears spilling over her cheeks. Lin didn’t hesitate, crossing the room in quick strides, and slips inside the covers with her.

Wordlessly, he reaches for her and tucks her under his chin.

His wife was the happiest, most optimistic woman he knew.

But sometimes, the happiest people were the saddest ones on the inside.

“Wanna talk about it?” he whispers as he held her.

“No.”

Lin wanted to make her feel better, wanted to banish the demons that were inside her head that were responsible for tearing her confidence and happiness to shreds.  But when she shut him out like this, he couldn’t, and it infuriated the hell out of him. At the same time, years of being married to her made him understand that pushing her to tell him her problems would make it worse – there were so many nights where he’d sleep on the couch after an argument arose from her stubbornness to share her feelings.

He would wait until she was ready to talk. In the meantime, he was content to hold her through the torment she put herself through. It was the only way he knew how to comfort her.

It took her a long time to finally speak.

“I’m sorry I’m like this,” she whispers, voice hoarse, “I just get lost in my head sometimes, you know? I think too much about every little thing and I let it get to my head…”

Lin squeezed her gently. “Don’t apologize. C’mon, talk to me, baby. I’m your husband, I want to make it all better.”

She sniffs and Lin feels her tears wet his shirt.

“I just don’t want to say anything stupid.”

Lin blinks back the tears that clouded his vision. Oh my sweet, dear wife, why are you so hard on yourself? “Nothing you say will ever be stupid. Your feelings will always be valid.”

Her arms wrap around his middle as she buries her face into his chest and sobs.

“Let it all out,” he coos, rubbing her back.

Through her hiccups, he hears her apologize again.

Lin knew that whatever she was dealing with, he needed to be here with her. He reaches for his phone and types:

@Lin_Manuel: Sorry kiddos, no ham4ham today. My wife needs me.

 
Jeff Atkins Imagine (request2)

ahhhgggg, this was extremely difficult to write but I hope it’s good!

AU where Jeff didn’t die in the crash and Clay stayed with Hannah

WARNING: i’m pretty sure all of my imagines are going to mention weed in them

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“He doesn’t remember your relationship with him.” 

Those words were like an atomic bomb to you. In all of your years of life, it never crossed your mind that something this tragic would happen to you. No one expects it, you guessed. No one knew that your boyfriend of six months would get in a car crash and lose all of his memories of your relationship. Sometimes you blamed yourself. Why did you let him go on that beer run? Why didn’t you keep him at the party? Why did you let him leave drunk?

It could have been worse, you concluded. Jeff could have died, but it felt as if he did. And at first you had been in denial. You pushed passed persisting nurses and held is hand as he slept, but when he would wake up he would always just smile and say “Hi Y/N? Did you make cheerleader?”

So you stopped seeing him, because the first thing you told him on the first day of school was that you hoped that you would make cheerleader. That’s where his memory ended. He didn’t remember that the years of friendship had slowly begun to knit into something more, he didn’t know the intricate stitches of your shared secrets and nights on the roof of his car. But you could never forget because you loved him too much. Maybe that love is what sparked the hope in you, the hope that maybe in some way you could make him remember. 

It had been two weeks after the accident, fourteen days of crying yourself to sleep and finding comfort in the bottom of red solo cups and rolled joints of cannabis. A Monday to be precise, when Jeff returned to school. You were dressed your best and had your makeup done after hours of being in front of a mirror, as if you were barely meeting him for the first time. When he walked in people crowded around his figure, giving him pats on the back and passing their condolences for his lost memory.

“No, it’s cool guys! Obviously nothing worth remembering happened during that time.” He replied with a laugh, oblivious with his giant forehead scar.

People turned in your direction, where you stood at the edge of the crowd, trying your best to hold back tears. Part of you was traumatized because you were thinking of what would have happened if you had truly lost Jeff in the accident, but you couldn’t even gain comfort from him because he didn’t remember that just those months ago you had shared your first kiss together.

People dissipated like ants, scattering away while staring at you. You knew some of them were scared to make you cry, because it had happened in the last week while you were at a basketball game. The others simply didn’t care so they stayed. The majority of them were the jocks like Monty, Zach, Justin, and Bryce. 

“That’s got to burn,” Monty made a face while walking over to you. He placed his arm around you while you stared at Jeff laugh with his friends. “You know, Y/N, I’m all free, and since our little Jeffrey over there doesn’t remember a thing about your ‘relationship’ with him, it would be better if you just acted like it never even happened. You can’t get him to fall in love with again.”

You made a noise of irritation and sadness before turning around under 
Monty’s arm and pushing his chest. “Shut the fuck up, Montgomery! Fucking fascist asshole!” 

You took his arm from your shoulders and turned on your heel, storming to the red room, where you knew you would calm down. Pictures were a great hobby of yours, and it mean usually that you had to spend time with Tyler the school ‘creep’ but you didn’t mind very much. 

“Bro, what’s her problem?” Bryce asked as you stormed way, Monty shrugging his shoulders like it didn’t hurt his feelings. 

“She’s probably still pissed off because I didn’t go all the way with her Saturday at your get together. She was stoned as fuck.” The guys all laughed except for Jeff as they started to head in the other direction, talking about that night. 

It was partially true, you had made out with Monty at Bryce’s party two days ago, but you had been desperate, stoned, and drunk and in desperate need of some relief. You were stressed out and depressed, what else were you supposed to do? Find help? Shrinks were a joke in this town, you would be laughed at. He was twisting the whole story, you were the one who would not mess with him, though. 

“You coming, Atkins?” Justin asked when they were a little ways away, his eyebrows raised. All the guys looked to see that Jeff was shaking his head and scratching his head. 

“I feel like I should go after her. I mean we are really close, right?” Jeff asked them, adjusting his backpack.

“Very close,” Justin smirked. 

“What?” Jeff asked, knowing that he was missing something. 

Zach reached over and smacked Justin, a look of pity coming over his handsome face. “It’s not about if you should or not, it’s if you want to go after her, man. It’s only if you want to see if she’s okay.” 

Jeff stood there for a second as Zach watched expectantly, his fingers crossed. The other jocks rolled their eyes and took off. Jeff turned back to Zach and pointed to the way you had ran off to. 

“I want to go after her, I don’t know why.” He said with his eyebrows furrowed. 

Zach grinned and pointed to the hall as well. “You don’t need a reason. Just go.” 


You placed the picture you had just developed on the clothespin line and hung it, a picture of you and Jeff at the beach, the both of you wrapped in each other while making panicked faces and pointing at a crab. It made you smile but you heart ache, and Tyler, who was standing next to you sighed and placed a hand on your shoulder. 

“I’m sorry.” He breathed he looked down at his camera and ran his hand behind his neck. 

“Stop apologizing!” You snapped, wiping a tear from under your eye. “I’m so tired of it. I know it’s tragic and I know it’s sad and pitiful, but don’t pity me. It’s all my fault anyways. If I would not have let Jeff leave that party for that stupid beer run he would still remember us. The things we shared with each other, the kisses, the love. He would remember that he loves– loved me and he would be in here right now making out with me and telling me I’m beautiful. But instead this happened. HE DOESN’T REMEMBER, Tyler! He just thinks we’re friends, and he just thinks that even his name means nothing to me. But Jeff Atkins means everything to me.” 

Tyler put his camera down, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You hugged him back, ignoring the small line of yellow light on the floor as you squeezed your eyes shut and cried into Tyler’s shoulder. 

“Monty was right, I can’t make him fall in love with me again.” You sighed when you were calm, simply resting your head on Tyler’s shoulder. He had been patting your back but at your words he shot back and grabbed your shoulders. 

“Y/N, are you kidding me? You and Jeff were relationship goals. I loved taking pictures of y’all and if I know one thing in this world is that you never truly forget a love like that.” 

You looked into Tyler’s eyes to see that he was excited. You slowly began to get a feeling in the pit of your stomach. Maybe you could help him remember…or if that was impossible, maybe you could make him fall in love with you again. 

“How do we do that, Tyler?” You asked, a smile growing on your lips. 

“Easy! First, we make a plan. Do you remember the things that led your relationship to grow into more than friendship?” He asked, running around the room for a pen. 

You sighed and looked back at the picture, your mind spinning into a fine silk of memories. “Every second with detail.” 

“Perfect.” 

~

The plan wasn’t easy, but one step at a time you seemed to get closer to Jeff, slowly feel a lot better about him falling back in love with you.

Step 1: Pull an all nighter with Jeff at the neighbors pool without getting caught (x) This is where you and Jeff first shared your deepest thoughts and even though you already knew what he had to say you still listened with your utmost interest and attention.

Step 2: Convince Jeff to let you do his makeup (x) this is where Jeff started to notice your beauty, or so he told you, when you were makeup less and your eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as you ‘carved out’ his eyebrows. This time Jeff was a little more compliant, pointing out colored eye shadows he wanted you to use and getting closer when you were contouring his nose (not that he needed it). 

Step 3: Have a Star Wars movie marathon (x) this is where you started to show Jeff the nerdy side in you, and you figured out he had one of his own. This is where you two first cuddled, and where you finally realized you didn’t want to spend those long hours with anyone else. This time Jeff was quiet and didn’t ask much questions about what was going on, but you did catch him staring at you a few times. Eventually you both fell asleep on each other during the last scene of the empire strikes back, which was a shorter time span than you had thought you would last. 

Step 4: Go on a mini adventure to all of the museums he loved (because, once again, that hidden nerdy side); this is where Jeff realized that you were really funny, as you kept cracking history jokes and just jokes in general. This time he told you jokes and you had a joke war, eventually getting lunch together and sharing a milkshake (cheesy, but Jeff had suggested it). (x)

Step 5: Party hard, smoke a joint together, and share your first kiss. (o) That’s where you both told each other how you felt, where you had engaged in a drunken make out session with Montgomery and he had gotten extremely jealous and nearly beat his ass for it. When you were sober he had taken you to the porch and watched you sip a cup of water before spilling his feelings out. This was the one step you were going to have the most trouble reenacting. 

Good thing in this town, there was never a weekend that someone was not throwing a party. This time it was Zach Dempsey, because his family was out of town for a family reunion and he had faked sick, so he had his whole giant house to himself. The thing was that you were extremely nervous, and the only person that had been of help lately was Tyler, who had wholeheartedly given his all trying to help you with the plan was not invited to this party. 

You were currently at your house while he sat on the floor sifting through photos of you and Jeff. “Who took these? They’re amazing.” 

“My cousin, Angela. I think you would like her. She’s a fanatic for photography.” You giggled, putting a blouse across your body. You shook your head and threw it into a rising pile. “Ugh, I have absolutely nothing to wear.” 

Tyler stopped looking at the photos and got up, shaking his jacket. “What do you mean? You have a million clothes…” You made a face at him. “Why don’t you just wear what you wore during step five the first time?” 

You turned back to the closet and pushed the remaining clothes aside, spotting the striped t-shirt dress immediately. You reached over and pulled it out, letting the smooth material run through your fingers, memories flashing. There was the click of a flash and you turned slightly, to see that Tyler was looking at his camera. He walked over and showed you the screen. 

“Look how much emotion is running through your eyes… you’re ready for this.” He said, patting your back as you looked down at the picture. 

“I am.” 

~

You flattened the dress on your body when you got out of your car, your hands slightly damp with sweat.  You had paired the dress with a pair of flats, but this time you curled your hair and put it in two buns.Your makeup was done unlike that night and you were more nervous, that was for sure. 

You finally pushed yourself to walk to Zach’s house; the music was already playing, vibrating your teeth and the smell of sweat and weed was so strong you needed to stop and take a breath. Of course it was a party after all. You made it to the front door after what felt like ages, and you took a deep breath. 

“YN!” Someone yelled behind you, and you groaned. It was Clay Jensen and he was walking to the house as well with Hannah Baker. 

You had been avoiding Clay like the plague, because he was a good friend of yours, but ever since that party where you and Jeff convinced him to stay with Hannah you couldn’t face him. You knew he was all about pity. 

“Can’t talk, Jensen!” You yelled, running into the house and immediately going towards where you knew Jeff and the others were. 

Jeff was always a careful person at parties, never letting himself go and usually occupying himself with things other than the drugs and sex. You knew he was in Zach’s game room, and where Jeff was, his followers were as well. No one liked to admit it, but Jeff was the best and most liked of the whole group of jocks and he wasn’t really like them but he hung out with them anyways because Jeff never judged. 

“HEYY!” You yelled once you entered the game room, seeing that all of the guys and a few girls were crowded around the pool table. Everyone turned. “The life of the party is here.” 

The guys clapped, whooping when you did a turn in the air, bringing out your special bag of weed from your bag. They got louder when they saw it. You laughed and walked over to the table, taking off your purse and setting it aside while you looked them over. 

“Y/N, we were wondering if you were ever going to come.” Justin spoke, his hand not so discreetly laying on Jessica’s ass. 

You rolled your eyes. “Foley I’m a cheerleader, I’m literally nearly obliged to come.” 

You walked over and stood next to Jeff, who was smiling slightly as he looked you over. 

“Now that is not true.” Zach started, placing his arm around your shoulder. “You’re a party animal.” 

“You’re so right” You grinned, shaking the bag of cannabis. Zach gave you a high five and took it from your hands. 

“Who is ready to smoke a good one and get high?” Zach yelled out, raising his hands above his head. You cheered with the others and they all went to the couches at the far right of the room, talking loudly. 

Jeff stayed behind as you went to your purse and grabbed your cell phone. “Y/N?” He asked softly. 

You turned to him and a piece of hair fell into your eyes, while you dug through your purse for a lighter now. He got closer and your breath sped up while your heartbeat increased, but on the outside you stayed casual. He reached a hand forward and removed the hair from your eyesight. “You look beautiful tonight.” 

You could feel your heart swelling in your chest, like it was the first time he said it all over again, a smile creeping onto your face. You stood up straight, getting closer and patting his chest while leaning your head up. “Thank you, Jeff. You don’t look too bad yourself.” 

Jeff rolled his eyes as you pulled your head back. “You gonna have a little fun with us tonight?” You asked him, looking over at his cup and seeing only carbonated soda. 

Jeff sighed and shook his head. “I swore off everything when I got home from the hospital. I can’t let my senses become dull anymore, I can’t risk everything for a little high. My mom and dad were scared to death for me to come tonight. They shouldn’t be. So I’m not doing anything, Y/N. I’ll just watch and make sure you don’t do anything too stupid.” 

He chuckled slightly and then touched his arm, squeezing it reassuringly. “That’s good, Jeff. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you again.” 

You had said it without thinking and your eyes widened. He made a face of question but you quickly turned on your heel and sped to the group, squeezing yourself between Zach and Monty. Zach had already rolled one joint and yanked the lighter out of your hand, taking a big hit as he sparked the end of it. You took it from Zach and tried to one up him, smoke coming out of your nostrils as you did. The girls cheered and booed Zach for being beat by a girl. You handed it to Monty and he took it with a wink your way. You rolled your eyes and leaned your head back. The smoke drifted from between your lips and your nose, the feeling of it sending you to bliss. You looked up to see that Jeff was staring at you distantly, sipping his coke. You looked away quickly and distracted yourself with the others, suddenly forgetting about the plan.

When the joint was shriveling and Justin was rolling a second you had forgotten Jeff was there at all, and your legs was in Monty’s lap as he rubbed your thighs and you two laughed like nothing bad was happening. Like the rising anger that Jeff was trying to hold back. Because the plan had done it. When the others started on the second you grabbed the butt end of the old one and sucked in whatever was left, coughing and then grabbing Monty by the shoulders, bringing your mouth to his and blowing the smoke into his open mouth. He sucked it in them let it out, licking his lips and then catching your lips with his. 

“OK, that’s enough!” You heard someone say loudly, but you kept on, kissing Monty’s mouth with force. 

Then two arms were under your arms and you were being pulled away, both you and Monty protesting. You looked back and saw that it was Jeff, and the plan came to your mind again and you smiled lazily. He shook his head at you and then glared down at Monty. 

“Don’t touch her again. Or I’ll kick your teeth in.” 

The words echoed in your head and you bit your lip. He was being much more aggressive than what you expected. Especially with his words. Monty stood up like he was going to fight Jeff, a hurt look on his face but Zach placed an arm across his shoulders, pushing him back.

Jeff lifted you so you were standing straight and wrapped his hands around you elbow, dragging you through the house and to the front door. You two passed many people who looked like they wanted to ask questions, like Clay and Hannah but Jeff did not slow down in his angry march. 

“Jeff, what’s up?” You asked with a slight squeak to your voice. 

Jeff let you go when you two were on the foot of Zach’s porch, sitting down and then patting the spot next to you. You sat down as your heart beat faster with each second. This was starting to seem familiar, even with the clouds that were surrounding your mind. 

“I mean, listen, I have no control over what you do but I really don’t like seeing you getting stoned.” Jeff said, looking away from you. 

“Just getting stoned?” You asked while your hope started to deflate like a balloon.

“Not you just getting stoned.” He sighed, turning to face you formally. “I don’t like seeing you with Monty.” 

You scooted closer without thinking and placed your hand on his shoulder, tears coming to your eyes involuntarily. “Why, Jeff?” 

He pulled you closer and placed his forehead on yours, breathing you in. “Because I remember that I love you.”

Tears spilled out of your eyes and you pulled him into a long awaited kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck and his around your waist. The plan had worked and you had Jeff back, just like you wanted. 

~~
 This took forevverr and it had such a shitty ending but thank you anon for the request! I hope you like it. (NOT EDITED)

BTS Reaction #25 - You apologize every time you say something funny/cute about them

anon asked: bts reaction to you apologizing every time you say something funny/cute about them? thank you!


Seokjin: “You’re so cute!! You get embarrassed every time you compliment me~ Do it again! Say something cute about me! Don’t apologize!”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Yoongi: -happy squish gets a little flustered himself- “Jagi, you don’t have to get so embarrassed when you compliment me so don’t apologize either… I mean it’s cute as shit that you do but… Whatever just… You’re cute too, okay?”

Originally posted by jeonbase

Hoseok: “JAGI YOU’RE SO CUTE I COULD SQUISH YOU TO DEATH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH-” (Just literally screaming and this gif every. freaking. time.)

Originally posted by kookiyoon

Namjoon: -let’s be real he’ll tease the f- out of you.-

“Is it funny when I do this?” *kisses your red cheeks* “Should I apologize myself for doing this…?” *puts his hand on the side of your neck and kisses you deeply, then just winks and walks away, smiling at your flustered state*

Originally posted by junghoseok

Jimin: -He thinks this is the CUTEST THING EVVERRR so he does everything he can (no matter how stupid he looks) to get you to compliment him again-

Originally posted by hajimajimin

Taehyung: *does something cute on purpose so you get embarrassed and compliment him…. 3 seconds after he becomes a complete tease*

“Jagi~ you’re blushing again. My oh my what am I going to do with you when you’re like this baby? You’re so beautiful…”

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jungkook: “Huh…?” *chuckles and gets a bit embarrassed himself* “What, why are you apologizing? I like your compliments and your jokes. You can feel more comfortable when you’re with me. I won’t make fun of you for that!” *bunny smile*

Originally posted by nnochu

Apologies (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! I really like this imagine I kind of crying writing it so… oops 😂 anyways enjoy!
Warnings: none
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: you’re pregnant and babysit henry and Spencer comes to pick him up instead of jj after you guys have broken up and you’re very pregnant and that’s how he finds out.
Request: ✅
Upcoming Imagine: Reader gets kidnapped…
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“Your mom is going to be here in about 10 minutes so lets gather up your Legos.” You said slowly sitting next to Henry on the floor.
The large baby bump make it harder to do everyday activities, but you have managed throughout the 7 months on your own.
You helped Henry put all of his Legos in the little box he brought and then there was a knock on the door.
“That’s mommy.” You said slowly standing up as Henry bolted to the door.
He opened your apartment door and heard him call, “Uncle Spencer!”
You froze at his name.
Why was he here?
“Hey Henry!” He said back.
You didn’t dare turn around but you instinctively did.
“I told JJ I would pick Henry up. I hope…”
He froze as his eyes met your bulging stomach.
“H-Henry… will you go wait in the car? I’ll be out in a sec okay?” Spencer said putting a fake smile on his face as tears filled his eyes.
“Okay.” Henry said complying as he walked down the apartment stairs.
“Is… is it…” he stuttered.
You nodded already knowing the answer to his question.
“Spencer just go please? I want to be alone.” You said crossing your arms over your chest, as if it would hide the 7 month old baby in your stomach.
“Wh-why didn’t you tell me?” He said walking closer to you as a tear fell from his face to the hardwood floor.
“Spencer please just go.” You said avoiding him as much as possible.
His hand reached out but he slowly retracted it as he noticed your struggle to get away from him.
“I-I’m sorry Y/N. I really am. I messed up I know-I know I messed up but… that… that’s my child?” He questioned walking a little closer.
The reason why you and Spencer broke up was because he was never around due to work, which was okay with you.
But then, you found out that when he claimed he was stuck at work he was actually staying on purpose to avoid you.
He slowly lost interest in you, but you were still had a flaming passion for him.
He claimed you were boring and a waste of his time during a big argument, and that’s when you packed your bags.
“Spencer you left me. I still loved you and you pushed me away. We could have talked. We could have taken a break… but when you said I was a waste of your time I knew that was how you felt. I don’t want to waste anymore of your time.” You said turning around and walking to your bedroom, but you were stopped by a hand on your arm.
“Please… give me another chance. I made a huge mistake and let you walk out that door. I never stopped loving you Y/N, I was stressed. My-my mom wasn’t doing so well and I took it out on you. I’m so sorry Y/N please let me take care of you and our child.” He said holding both of your hands as he begged you for forgiveness.
You stayed silent, recalling the sleepless nights where you wound up crying against the door until you had no more tears to cry.
You looked up into Spencer’s eyes for the first time in months and saw complete and udder sorrow, guilt, and love.
“Please…” he asked again. “I’m not just doing this because of the baby, I’m doing this because I love you.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about your mom? Why didn’t you tell me you needed space?” You asked.
You were fully willing to forgive him, but you had so many unanswered questions.
“I bottled it up. I think bottling up my emotions will make them go away but it doesn’t. I couldn’t handle knowing the medicine my mom was taking for the past 6 months wasn’t working so, I held it in. And during that argument, that stupid argument, I exploded. I didn’t mean what I said. You aren’t a waste of my time. In fact your probably one of the best things that ever happened to me Y/N.” he said as tears rolled down his cheeks.
“Did you plan on apologizing before you knew I was pregnant?” You asked with a small smile.
“I told JJ I would pick Henry up just so I could.” He said sniffling and holding your hands a little tighter.
“Well then of course I forgive you.” You said pulling his head down and kissing his soft lips that you have missed.
He melted into your arms as he hugged you gently, like you were made of porcelain.
“I’m also sorry for not being here. Your one of the strongest woman I know to be going through pregnancy all by yourself.” He said stroking your hair.
“I forgive you for that too. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, you had the right to know.” You said wiping a tear from his cheek.
“God I’ve missed you.” He said hugging you again.
“I’ve missed you too.”

Secrets || Hogwarts AU! || 01

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader // BTS x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 3.3k 

Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Torture, Slight Smut, SLOW UPDATES! UNEDITED!

Description: As the newcomer of Hogwarts the school of witchcraft and wizardry, you are immediately sorted into a house and given an escort to show you around the school, and attempt to make new friends.

A/N: I read a really good Jimin Hogwarts AU one shot and this really got me inspired! @dest-writes thank you for your amazing Jimin x reader Hogwarts AU! - Lonely Hearts Club! <3 

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Your body trembled visibly, as you stood before the giant eagle statue which was the entrance Professor McGonagall’s office. After Dumbledore’s death over 20 years ago, McGonagall had taken over and become the new headmaster of Hogwarts. Over the years, many former students who fought in the Battle of Hogwarts, have come back and become teachers at the school. You, on the other hand, were a new student. You originally went to Beauxbatons Academy, until your parents made you move. They believed that Beauxbatons Academy focused on beauty rather than education. So they suggested Hogwarts, as it was one of the best known wizarding schools for education. 

“Sherbet Lemon,” Professor Longbottom’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked at the man questionably. “The ‘password’ was Dumbledore’s, Professor McGonagall wanted to keep it, for the memories,” he explained, his tone of voice changed, to a saddened one.

“Sorry, I hadn’t realised,” you muttered in reply, fidgeting on the spot.

“It’s quite alright Miss (L/N). Now let us head up, shall we? We don’t want to meet Professor McGonagall waiting,” Longbottom smiled as he guided you up to the office. “Please go in, she’s expecting you,” and with that, Professor Longbottom turned around and left.

Quietly you opened the door and stuck your head out from behind it. Your eyes widened in awe as you stared at the marvellous house sized office. At each side of the room, stood two large staircases, leading up to a globe of some sort. and in the middle of the staircases stood a desk, where Professor McGonagall sat, staring at you from above her glasses. Quickly she adjusted them further up the bridge of her nose and stood up, her long green robe dragging behind her on the floor.

“Good Evening, Miss (L/N). To be honest, I was expecting you sooner,” she spoke in a stern tone, clearly disappointed at your late arrival.

“I’m sorry Professor McGonagall, I had a little trouble with my parents before I arrived,” you replied quietly, rethinking over your argument with your parents before you left.

“Hmm, alright but please do arrive earlier, I began to worry when you hadn’t arrived. I feared something wrong had happened on your journey,” she sighed in frustration. You nodded, understanding where she was coming from.

“So, uhm? If you don’t mind me asking, why am I here?” you questioned.

“Ah yes of course! We need to get you sorted into your house,” Professor McGonagall replied, more cheerfully than she was seconds ago. When you didn’t reply she continued. “Hogwarts has 4 houses. Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor and Slytherin. Each house has different traits, and the sorting hat will put you into the one he sees you fit best,” she continued after a short moment. “Hufflepuff represents the hard work, dedication, patience, loyalty, and fair play in a person. They are kind and try hard to find a way to make others happy.”

Your eyes widened when Professor McGonagall spoke. The way she talked was inspiring, confident and intelligently. She knew what she was doing and she definitely wasn’t afraid to speak her mind.

“Ravenclaw values intelligence, knowledge, and wit. They represent how power isn’t always found through brute strength, but can rather be found through the mind. They are hard working and strive for improvement. Ravenclaws don’t believe in failure and will continuously work hard to get where they want in life.”

“So basically-” you were immediately cut off when McGonagall put her hand up to shush you.

“Gryffindor represents the bravery, daring, nerve, and chivalry in a person. Gryffindors prefer to take the lead, as they are normally relied on during tense situations. Just like Ravenclaws they also work hard, but they work hard to protect people they care about and aren’t afraid to start a fight if someone is in trouble.” McGonagall took a quick sip of her water that was on her desk.  

“And finally Slytherin. They value ambition, cunning and resourcefulness. Most Slytherin’s have a bad habit of pulling pranks on the other students in the houses, but please do not assume that about all Slytherin’s some are very caring towards, and I sometimes question the sorting hats choices, but obviously, deep down, they are cunning and filled with ambition. Now any questions before we begin?” Instantly you shook your head. “Good now, excuse me a moment. “

Your eyes widened in awe as Professor McGonagall’s body began to shrink and she formed into a black cat, her amber eyes piercing into yours. Quickly she turned around and hopped up into the desk. She then jumped up onto a bookshelf and continued to hop further up until she stood at the very top of the bookcase. Carefully she grabbed a wizard’s hat between her teeth and leapt down from the shelf. Turning back into her original form, she coughed slightly.

“I forget how dusty this hat gets over time,” her face was scrunched up, disgusted at the fact she had dust in her mouth. After a moment she cleared her throat and looked back over to you. “Please take a seat and we shall begin.”

Nervously you sat down in a seat opposite her and she gently placed the hat upon your head. 

“Ah! Another new student I see!?” the hat spoke loudly, frightening you. “My apologies dear, now let’s get you sorted! Hmm, I sense bravery, but also kindness. Hidden in there somewhere is also intelligence and cunning. It appears you have a bit of everything, but we can only put you in one house,” after a short moment the sorting hat spoke again. “I have decided. Ravenclaw!” he yelled dramatically.

A small smile spread across your face at his words. From the moment Professor McGonagall had told you about each house, you instantly took a liking to Ravenclaw. You definitely worked hard and was intelligent, so you were glad to be placed in Ravenclaw.

“Now, I shall go get Namjoon and he will give you a tour around Hogwarts. Because it’s after dinner, the first, second and third years should be in their dorms so there won’t be that many students going about,” McGonagall spoke quickly as he headed out of the office.

Moments later she had returned, but this time she wasn’t alone. A tall blonde boy stood behind her, wearing Ravenclaw robes, his big brown eyes look right back at you.

“Namjoon, this is (Y/N), (Y/N), Namjoon. I want you to take good care of her, and make her feel welcomed alright? I don’t want her coming back complaining about how much of an annoyance you’ve been,” McGonagall joked. Namjoon laughed lightly in reply and beckoned you to follow him. You quickened your pace to catch up with Namjoon and he made his way out of the office and onto the grand staircase that twisted and turned to different locations and floors.

“So (Y/N), we’ll head to the Ravenclaw common room first and let you get changed?” Namjoon suggested as he looked down at you. 

“Yeah, sure. I don’t mind,” you replied, unsure. 

“Don’t be so nervous. I’m sure you’ll like it here!” Namjoon beamed, his dimples visible as he smiled.

“Oh, it’s not that! I’m sure I’ll enjoy being here! It’s just I got into an argument with my parents before I left you see,” you muttered sadly, avoiding eye contact with the tall male.

“My apologies, I hadn’t realised,” Namjoon replied sympathetically. 

“Please don’t be sorry, it was a stupid argument over my education that’s all. I’m sure I’ll make my parents proud no matter what,” you smiled brightly at the tall male, who returned the gesture.

You both continued your way through the school until you reached the 5th floor on the grand staircase. As you went through the main door on the fifth floor, you almost immediately came face to face with a much larger door, with a plain design. The only thing making the door stand out (except its enormous size) was that of a bronze knocker shaped as an eagle. Namjoon made his way towards the door used the handle to knock on the door 3 times. Almost immediately the knocker came to life.

“Answer me this riddle!” it boomed, it’s loud voice echoing throughout the room. “Which came first? The Pheonix or the Flame?” the knocker questioned. Namjoon readjusted his robe and stood tall.

“A circle has no beginning,” he replied confidently. His smirk grew wider when they door opened wide revealing the spacious circular room inside. “Please follow me,” he instructed as he led you into the centre of the room. You turned on the spot, staring at the room in awe. The walls were painted a silvery colour, with blue furniture. The curtains also had a silver border around the outside, giving them extra detail.

“This is amazing!” you beamed as you looked back at Namjoon who smiled gently at you.

“Welcome to Ravenclaw Tower, or in other words, the Ravenclaw Common Room,” Namjoon spoke. “Now let me show you to your dorm, and then we can get you settled. As it’s only 7 pm, so my friends should still be up, I’ll introduce you to them,” Namjoon explained as he led you up to a small flight of stairs. “There’s your dorm,” he spoke as he pointed to the door on the right. Nodding you walked over to the door and opened it. Luckily for you, the dorm was empty so you didn’t need to worry about introductions with any of the other female students. 

The dorm was the same shape as the main room, and bunk beds were placed at the perimeter of the room, allowing the small gas fire in the middle to heat up the room. After finding robes, and spell books on one of the top bunks, you had come to the conclusion that was your bed. Not wanting to keep Namjoon waiting any longer, you quickly changed into your uniform and headed out of the door and down the stairs where Namjoon awaited you, sitting on one of the dark blue couch in front of the fireplace.

“Shall we go?” you questioned as you ran your hands down your robe, in an attempt to get rid of some of the creases. Namjoon nodded and guided you out of the common room.

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The walk down the stairs and to the great hall was quiet, but not awkward. The silence was almost comfortable. Namjoon had explained that if there was anything you wanted to know, you just had to ask, so he didn’t speak like most tour guides did, as he explained it ends up annoying the tourist.

Upon arriving at the great hall, your jaw almost hit the floor at the size of the room. Four long table stretched out and went to almost the end of each side of the room. Laid on the tables, was left large amounts of leftover food from dinner. And a few students sat at tables chatting and laughing about their days. The group that caught most of your attention, however, was the largest group, which had a mixture of students from all four houses.

“Hey, guys!” Namjoon called as he made his way over to the group of friends. Each one of them replied with a loud or quiet hello before he stood behind two of the boys and wrapped his arms around their shoulders.

Cautiously you followed Namjoon and stood behind them. As one of the boys looked up his eyes widened in surprise and he instantly smiled.

“Who’s this?” he asked excitedly. Namjoon looked over at you and then back at the others.

“Guys, this is (Y/N), a new student of Hogwarts, originally went to Beauxbatons Academy,” Namjoon explained. You were about to speak up when he looked back at you. “It’s my ‘mission’ to know most things about newcomers, it’s helpful for my studying,” he explained.

“Ah right okay,” you smiled back awkwardly.

“Aw she’s so adorable!” a Hufflepuff squealed happily causing you to blush. “I’m Taehyung! But you can call me Tae!” he giggled uncontrollably. You laughed lightly in return.

“Nice to meet you Tae,” you replied.

“This is Jin and Jimin, they’re both Gryffindors. Jin has a bad habit of calling himself handsome, and Jimin’s just a cutie,” Taehyung explained. Jin leant back in his seat so he could see you more clearly, and blew you a kiss. Taken aback by the sudden gesture you blush deeply and rubbed the back of your neck. “You’re gonna have to get used to that by the way.”

“You’ve got Yoongi and Jungkook, who are both Slytherin’s. Yoongi can be rather cold hearted but if you get on his good side, he’ll be able to stand you. And Jungkook can be a right prankster, but he’s awfully shy around new people,” Namjoon carried on, as he pointed to each person.

“And finally Hosoek, he’s a Hufflepuff as well. He never seems to stop smiling, and except a lot of screaming and hugs. Same goes with Tae,” Namjoon finished as he sat down at the table. When he noticed you not sitting down he patted a seat next to him offering you to sit down. “Sadly we’re missing Choa and Hyuna, where are they anyway?”

“They had to do ‘girls stuff’ apparently we’re no fun,” Taehyung pouted childishly as he pretended to cry and clung onto Hoseok who did the same thing.

“I don’t think you’re no fun,” you smiled cheerfully at the 2 boys who were ‘crying’ moments ago. They now had huge smiled on the faces.

“Oh did you hear about the Christmas ball they are throwing for the 5th and 6th years? Originally they do it for all years, but since 5th and 6th years can’t go home for Christmas this year for exams, they’ve decided to throw a ball for us, as an apology for not letting us go home,” Jimin piped up with a smile.

“I really hate balls, they did one last year and it seriously didn’t go according to plan,” Yoongi growled in annoyance.

“You need to remember Yoongi, that was with every year, this time it’ll just be us 5th and 6th years,” Jin reassured the smaller male. Yoongi scoffed

“When is this ball anyway?” Yoongi snarled.

“I heard it was on Christmas day. The teachers allowed us to take a break from studying and have a little fun. They understand we’re under a lot of pressure at the moment and they want us to relax at some point,” Hoseok replied. The thought of a ball made you tense. Even though your mum was strict about your grades she still wanted you to be able to relax once in a while and have fun. You mother always went on about the balls that were held at Hogwarts and how magnificent they were. You panicked as you thought about the ball.

Should I even go? What if I don’t get a date? What if I embarrass myself? What if I don’t find the right dress? You had so many many questions rushing through your head you hadn’t realised you were being spoken too.

“(Y/N)? Are you going to the ball?” Jimin asked you again.

“Sorry I was lost in thought,” you replied awkwardly. “I don’t know if I’ll go. I mean, I just got here, and I’ll probably have a lot to catch up on, I don’t want to get bad grades,” you mumbled.

“You can’t not come! Seriously! Tae and I will help you find a dress any get everything sorted out for you! While you study!” Hoseok offered and you smiled.

“It’s fine. I’ve just never been to a ball before so-” you were instantly cut off.

“You’ve never been to a ball!” most of the boys yelled in unison, causing the other students in the great hall to turn and look your way.

“Okay listen here, you’re definitely going to this ball now. We are gonna get Hyuna and Choa to help you out once they come back from wherever they went,” Jin spoke dramatically.

“Okay, so what will we need. We’ll need to get you a dress, a date a-” you had cut Taehyung off from speaking.

“Guys seriously, I can be pretty independent you know. I was put in Ravenclaw for a reason. If you want me to go that badly, I’ll come. But just to let you know, I can’t dance for shit,” you muttered, embarrassed.

“That’s fine! Hosoek can teach you! He loves to dance and I think he’d be more than happy to help!” Namjoon smiled as he looked over at the older boy for consent. Hoseok nodded in reply and looked back at you. 

“That’s great, now we’ll work on that over the weekends, it doesn’t take long to learn the dances for the balls. They’re actually very simple,” Hoseok explained, trying to ease you tenseness. 

“Alright, I think about 2 pm would be the best time for me,” you said. “I’ll most likely be studying when I wake up, so I’ll need a break round about that time.”

“Good! Then it’s settled! I’ll come to your common room at 2 and then we’ll make our way to the room of requirement,” Hosoek beamed. Nodding in reply you raised your arms up and stretched. 

“Luckily tomorrow is Friday, and we’re on study leave, so we can start tomorrow, technically it’s not the weekend but still, it would be good to get started,” Hosoek suggested. 

“Alright. Anyway, I better get up to the dorm. I need to unpack and start studying I guess. Good night guys,” you yawned as you stood up. As soon as you left the boys all looked over at Jungkook, who’s eyes were on you.

“I think our Kookie has a crush,” Taehyung giggled cheerfully.

“W-what! No, I don’t!” Jungkook instantly denied his cheeks turning red with embarrassment.

“It’s alright Kookie. There’s nothing wrong with liking someone, but next time don’t stare at them like they’re a piece of meet,” Jin laughed loudly with the other boys.

“She is very beautiful though, and has a lovely personality,” Yoongi spoke up. The others stared at him in disbelief. “What? I think she’s a nice person okay? Plus I feel as if she’s the savage type,” Yoongi grinned. “She’s almost got as much swag as me.” Jimin groaned in annoyance as the others sighed 

“Hyung, there’s a time where you need to stop,” Namjoon spoke as he laid his head on the table. “I think I’ll be heading off to bed too, I’m really tired. Night guys.” With that, Namjoon left.

“Ugh Namjoon’s so lucky (Y/N)’s in his house!” Jimin whined.

“Why you got a thing for her too?” Taehyung teased.

“Don’t act like you don’t like her either, I saw the way you all looked at her. Especially you hyung,” Jimin pointed to Yoongi. “You actually took interest in what she said, and focuses all of your attention on her,” Jimin snapped.

“So what? She’s cute. You jealous you’ve got competition?” Yoongi taunted. Jimin huffed.

“We’ll see who she chooses, plus I’ll be asking her to the ball,” Jimin replied proudly.

“In your dreams idoit!” Hoseok growled lowly. “I’m teaching her how to dance, therefore I should be taking her!”

“No way! I was the one that suggested it! So I should take her!” Jin piped up angrily. 

“How about this? Whoever she dances with at the ball will be hers,” Taehyung spoke up.

“Guys! Stop it!” Jungkook groaned. The others glared at the maknae in annoyance. “Think of it like this okay? We’re fighting over a girl, we’ve barely known for like 30 minutes. She might not even think of us in that way! You can’t claim her, and she hasn’t even gotten a say in this! Think of her feelings as well!” Jungkook explained.

“Oh, Jungkook. Why are you not Ravenclaw! You’re definitely smart enough to be in that house. Kookie is right. We’re fighting over a stranger we barely know. Allow her to decide who she likes,” Hosoek spoke.

“Deal?” Jin asked. The others glanced at each other for a moment.

“Deal.” they all replied in unison. 

to be continued…

Mistakes of the Past

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: angst, but fluff at the end :)

Summary: One sleepless night you find Loki in tears. And then there is a question

Note: English is not my native language, so sorry for any mistakes! I would love feedback! 

(not my gif, found it on google so credit to whoever made this!)

Loki was not easy. His mind was broken after a lot of bad had happened to him. He never trusted anyone, and if he did, it took ages before he REALLY trusted. He was miserable. It felt as if he had forgotten how it feels to be happy. But after getting to know him, he was quite an interesting person. He had so many secrets and stories. He explained how the universe worked in your darkest nights. He showed you Asgard, and comforted you when you needed it the most. He was so giving and loving, that he forgot himself.

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Hey there, I really love your blog! Makes me smile whenever I read one (especially during a hard time like now, my dad’s passed away last week) Anyway, can I have a scenario where Sabo/Mihawk/Zoro/Law’s s/o is attacked and they rush in to save them, being like “don’t you touch my woman!”?        

A/N: I am so sorry about loss, I wish you the best. If you need someone to talk to, you can always message me! When I read your request, I wanted to do it right away, but it took a bit longer. I hope this puts a smile on your face. Thank you for requesting! (Also, humandrill are the monkeys on mihawks island + The zoro one is fictional, please don’t drink too much and especially don’t go someone alone while drunk! 🌺🌺🌺🌺 )

  



S/O is in danger and they come and save them

Sabo

“I hope she likes pineapples…”

The blonde man nervously went through his hair. He could practically hear koala laugh in his head, “You’re so whipped for her!” But it was true, he knew it. Sabo was completely wrapped around your little finger, just one glance from you or one smile and he turned into jelly. It was the first time he had ever felt like this, he never knew something like this even existed, but like his brown haired friend told him, “You’re in love with Y/N!”, and he was. Head over heels in love with you.

The revolutionary walks along the busy streets of the market, through the shouting voices of people trying to get him to buy their vegetables and turns around every two seconds, searching for you. You both had to get some fruits and vegetables, dragon insisted that you could go alone, but Sabo had thought of every excuse his brain could think of, only to come with you. He remembers perfectly how you had bitten your lip and stared at the ground, avoiding his gaze. He wishes he could have taken your chin in his hand, push your face up and kissed you right on your lips, like in those romantic movies you and koala always watched, but sadly, he couldn’t.

He plays with the pineapple in his left hand and frowns. He wanted to walk with you, but you were so stubborn.

“Sabo, I can walk alone.”, he remembers your sweet voice. “I’m not going to get attacked by someone while I buy tomatoes!” He still feels his heart beating faster at the thought of your laugh.

“Y/N… your leg is still injured from the training with Ivank-”

“That doesn’t mean I’m not strong enough to defend myself!”, you said. Your features turned softer. “If I see someone trying to kill me with a banana, I will call for you. I promise.” And so he had agreed to let you go alone. He had a bad feeling though, he couldn’t say why, but something just did not feel right in his heart.

“Handsome boy!”, an elderly woman called out to him. “This fruit will change your life! Come on, come on! Take one bite, you’ll love it!” Somehow, he got interested. He stopped at her basket and tasted fruits, fruits he never even heard of. The woman looked at him in such a friendly way, Sabo almost forget about his worries. But just almost.

He rummaged through his pocket, searching for the money to pay the woman with, when his ears caught your sweet voice, screaming out for him in pure horror. Instantly, he let go of everything and turned around, eyes searching for your familiar face. He couldn’t find you at first, there were too many people, too many voices. Heads were turning in every way, searching for the person who just screamed, making it harder for Sabo to find you.

Your scream echoed once again and this time Sabo knew where you were. He jumped over the heads of other people in a heartbeat, you the only on his mind. He didn’t even notice in which direction he was running. At the very end of the street, everything turned quiet. The street was almost empty and Sabo wondered, is this really where you were? Suddenly, your scream cut through the silence. Then, he saw you.

You stood in the very corner of the street, fruit baskets and their content swimming around your feet, eyes wide open in fear. In front of you were three men, all dressed in black, cornering you with no way out. “Y/N!”, the blonde man called.

“Sabo!”, you screamed back, feeling relief washing over you at his sight. You were just minding your own business, picking out the ripest fruit for your blond friend, when someone had grabbed your shoulder and pushed you against the shelves. All of the content toppled onto the ground, you turned around angrily, ready to tell the person off, when you turned around however, you saw three men, who were double the size of you.  Normally, you could have fought them, but not with your injured leg.

“If we bring her to the marines, we will get so much berry!”, one of them had said. They stared at you in such an animalistic way, you got sick. You had glanced around you, but no one else was close and all three of them easily block your way. So you had taken a deep breath and called out for one of your best friends; Sabo.


“Do not touch her.” Sabo said, voice trembling with anger. He had to get you out of there as quickly as he could. His hands suddenly started to burn, dangerous red flames erupted in between his fingers. “I’m warning you only once; let her go now or you will regret it. ”

“Isn’t that the Sabo kid? Today is our lucky day!”, the man on the very left said. “If we bring him to the marines too, we will drown in berry!”

“We will regret it?”, the man in the middle asked. He was the biggest one from the three, probably the leader. “I hate kids like you, we will show you, how much you will regret!”

The three men glared at the blonde boy, Sabo glared right back.

You blinked once, and then the whole corner erupted into a big fire. You gasped, about to hide somewhere, when a warm hand softly caught yours. Sabo was suddenly by your side and stared at you in between all those flames. You could hear the three men scream in fear, but neither of you cared.  “Can you wait two seconds for me, love?”

You nod once and he let go of your hand. You bend down and grab the food around your feet, trying your best to pull the baskets back up. You faintly register your opponents scream and sounds of faces meeting the wall, too busy to get the vegetables back into their basket. Suddenly, a cold hand grabs your arm. “There you are!”, one of the men screams into your face. “Now be a good girl and come with me!”

He starts to pull you towards him but you try your best to stay where you are. He suddenly grabs your shirt, pulls in such a brutal way, that the fabric tears. You kick him right in the face and clench your teeth at the pain that shoots through your leg.

“You little-”, the man screams and is about to hit you, when a hand grabs his tightly. “What-”

Sabo stands behind him, eyes as dark as the night from anger. He is breathing heavily, not because he’s exhausted, no, because he is trying his best to get his flames under control from his emotions. His voice is the biggest contrast to his flames, you have ever heard.

“Do not touch my woman.”

You gasp. In middle of this mess, you still feel your heart jump at his words.

Sabo grabs the head of the man and smashes it against the the wall next to you. He falls onto the floor and lays there, unconscious. Now you realize, that everything turned quiet and the flames start to disappear slowly. You’re about to stand up, when you register your shirt being completely ripped, exposing your skin in more ways you’re comfortable with. So you stay put on the ground, shamefully hugging your legs to your chest.


“Here,” Sabo whispers to you, voice back to normal. He sounds like the cute, kind and friendly blonde boy again. You look up to him and see his jacket in his hand, offering it to you. “Just wear this.”

You thank him quietly and glance at him in shame. He frowns at first, but understands. His back is turned to you, while you put his blue jacket on.

“Can you walk?”, he asks you softly. You glance down on your leg and nod, but the boy is already crouching down in front of you. You smile shyly and crawl onto his back.

He grabs your bag of vegetables with his one hand and holds your leg softly with his other. That’s how you both get back to Dragon and the others.

You can’t help but thank Sabo for three days straight, feeling bad that he had to come and save you, but he just smiles. When you leave again, Koala runs towards her blonde friend and smirks.

“Look at you smiling. What a hero you are. Now you just gotta confess!” He grins and turns around, yeah, he thinks. Now he just has to confess.

Mihawk

The faint smell of wet leaves surround your figure comfortably. Sighing, you hug your arms closer to your body and keep walking into the forest. You can’t help but kick a pinecone on your way, you never were the kind of person to be so dramatic, really. But today? Today was not your day.

For some reason, you had started a fight with your lover, Mihawk. You knew he hated unnecessary drama, you knew it, but yet you could not help yourself when you threw word after word at him.

You were being a pain in the ass, even yourself noticed that, but you didn’t stop. Mihawk had stood by the window, white shirt open and his typical neutral expression mustering you in silence. That made you even angrier, how dare he just stare at you in silence? The fight was rather one sided and at the end you just left with, “Alright then! I will leave!” And that’s what you did. Completely consumed by your own anger, you had left the castle and walked into the forest, without a jacket, without a light, without any weapon, but a head full with regrets.


You can hear an owl scream next to you, making you almost trip from surprise. “Stupid thing…”, you mumble, not knowing if you mean yourself or the animal.

The moon was giving you a bit of light, but the way in middle of the forest was still too dark to make something out. You couldn’t even see two metres in front of you. A sigh leaves your lips another time and you stop walking. The fresh air was giving you enough strenght to realize, you had to go back and apologize. You turn around and take one step. Suddenly, you feel something weird around you, so you squint your eyes in concentration and try to make out what it is, your blood freezing in your veins at the sight that confronts you.


A humandrill was standing in front of you, mustering you curiously. You swallow down a gasp and take a step back, only for you to trip over a root and fall down. The animal starts to come closer, you slowly crawling back on the ground with every step it takes.


Shit, you think. You didn’t even notice how far you were going and now you were already too far away from the castle, so far, the humandrill were slowly starting to surround you. Mihawk had warned you about them, even though they would never come too close to the castle. He still warned you about going too close to them. And look at you, running into the arms of the only thing that could potentionally hurt you on this island.


You notice more and more eyes appearing around you, making your own eyes water with fear. You could never, never fight one of them, let alone all of them together. Suddenly, the animal in front of you starts to make a loud noise and runs towards you, a sword raised high and aiming at you.


You shield your eyes with your arms and scream. You were so stupid, so freaking stupid!

You wait for the pain to shoot through your body. A tear escapes your eye, a sob following close by. Now you could never laugh with Perona over stupid things again, never smell the beautiful forest that was so scary but so interesting, and the worst, you could never see Mihawk again. Never lay in his arms again, never stare into the beautiful eyes of your lover again, simply because you were too stupid.


You wait and wait… and wait, but nothing happens. Instead, you hear not very human- like gasps surround you and screams of fear swimming in your ears. Your arms slowly lower, you peeking.


Instead of the animal, Mihawk stands in front of you, black sword raised in warning. You don’t see his face, but from the way he stands in front of you, he seems to be mad, furious even.

“Don’t touch my woman.”, he says lowly and even you feel the goosebumps spread on your body. The animal looks terrified, takes a few slow steps back and sprints into the darkness. You hear loud noises around you, a mess of heavy footsteps echoing around you.


Mihawk turns around and musters you shortly, then he crouches down. He puts an arm under your legs and the other one under your back, raising you up from the dirty ground into his warm chest.


“I’m sorry…”, you mumble and sniffle. He doesn’t say anything, instead, he pushes you closer towards him and walks the both of you back to the castle.

Mihawk only lets you down in your shared bedroom, where he takes your head in his hand and stares into your eyes for a long second. “The next time you want to run away, stay in the castle. It’s big enough and I will let you have your space if needed. I don’t want you to get hurt, not now and not later.” You nod shamefully and feel the tears burn in your eyes again.

“I’m sorry, it’s my fault, I don’t even know why I acted the way I did.”, you stare at the ground and lightly touch his hand on your face. “I’m really sorry.”

Your lover nods once and plants a soft kiss on your forehead. “Let’s sleep, my dear.”

Zoro

“What are you sayin’, ” Zoro mumbled, glancing at you. “I never drink too much, you can never drink too much! ”


The green haired man laughed wholeheartedly at his statement and threw an arm around you, spilling some of the content in his glass on the table. You sipped at your own glass of sake and rolled your eyes in amusement.


The strawhat crew had just arrived at your island, where they were only supposed to get some food and new medication. The local at the island, however, fell in love with them as soon as they sat a foot on their ground. The mayor of the island even invited them over and thus, a big, loud banquet happened. You had to be honest too; when you saw the crew for the first time, you were amazed. They looked so strong, so unique and so interesting. The swordsman with the green hair was your favourite; you were already swept away from your feet at first glance. Those muscles, that smirk and all in all… your ideal type.


You couldn’t help yourself and so, you had gotten some sake, sat down next to him and flirted as much as you possibly could. You were scared at first, but the more alcohol you drowned, the better it suddenly got. You weren’t so sure, but you guessed, the swordsman cared more about his drink than about you. At first, he didn’t really care about you at all, but you wouldn’t let that pass. You bugged more and more, trying to find out more and more about him. His name was Zoro and he liked to drink. You guessed, you were fine with those information for now.

The more time passed, the more you guys started to enjoy each others company. After a few hours, the sun started to set and a few minutes later, it got dark. The lights turned on, one by one, shining brightly into everyone’s happy face, laughing and drinking- celebrating the new build friendship.


After some time and a lot bottles alcohol, heads were thrown back in laughter, bodys were pressed against each other and cheeks were burning red; either from the alcohol or from the person next to you.


“I think I’ll get something to drink for us.” You say and stare at your empty glass. Zoro nods and stares at his own almost empty one. Then, he smirks at you.

“You know how to make me happy.”, he slurs and you giggle. You stand up, your head suddenly spinning at the alcohol in your veins. “Are you okay? Sure you can go alone?”, he asks again and laughs. You nod heavily.

“Of course!”, you call out, louder than expected and leave the table. Your vision turns a bit blurry and you’re not sure if you’re really walking towards the bar, but your feet can’t stop anymore. You keep walking and after some time, you’re standing in between bushes, no orientation to where you are.

“Oh no,” you mumble to yourself and try to turn around, when a hand on your shoulder stops you. Your drunk mind barely registers the strong smell of liquid, stronger than everyone’s you have met so far, hitting you, so you curiously turn around and muster the person behind you.

In front of you stands an elder man, smiling wickedly at your face. His face is covered in dirt and you can see boughs sticking out from his messy hair, making you frown. You should probably leave…

“Do you want to come with me, cutie?”, he asks and takes a step closer. His breath hits you face and you can’t help but groan in displeasure. You wanted to leave. Now. “I have a nice and cozy place, just for the both of us.”

“No, I don’t think so.”, you say and try to go back to the others, when he grabs your arm roughly, shoving you against a tree. You notice his pupils grow and gulp nervously.


“Really? That’s too sad.”, the man whispers and comes closer, almost touching your cheek with his nose. “You’re so beautiful.”

You take a deep breath and kick with your foot, almost hitting the man between his legs. He jumps back fast enough and glares at you in anger. You take the chance and turn around, about to run, when you crash into something hard.

You look up and stare into the eye of the green haired swordman; Zoro.

“Y/N, stand behind me.” You do as told and hide behind your previous drinking partner.

“Oi, grandfather, ” he says and pulls his Shusui visibly out of its hiding, making it gleam dangerously at the pervert. “I hope you’re not doing what I think you’re doing.”

“N-no, no! I would never, I-”, the man almost shouts, taking a few steps back. He looks mortified.

But Zoro already took two steps towards him, aiming his sword directly at the face of the old man. “Touch my woman one more time and it will be the last thing you will be touching, ” He glares at the man, making him visibly shiver at his next word. “ever.”

“I’m so sorry!”, the man calls out and runs into the opposite direction, tripping once, leaving you and Zoro alone. You stare at his back for a few seconds, too shocked to proceed what just happened.

“I- thank you…”, the adrenalin completely consumed the alcohol in your body, so much, you were sober again, like a cold splash of water hitting your face.

Zoro lazily turns around and musters you, “No problem. Are you hurt?” You shake your head. “Let’s go back then, I’m getting hungry. ”

The swordsman seems to be not affected by the alcohol at all, simply throws an arm around you and walks back to your table. On your way back, you can’t help but cling a bit to him, feeling safer than you have ever felt in his company.

“How did you even know where I was?”, you ask after a few minutes, now staring at your filled glass of ice cold water on the table, something you should have considered before.

“Hm?”, Zoro asks confused. He scratches his head for a second and shrugs. “I actually wanted to go to the toilet, but somehow I ended up where you were.”

You nod and smile shyly. “I’m glad you  came.”

To your surprise, the swordsman leans down and stares into your eyes, making your heart jump at the closeness.

“I’m glad, too.”

Law

The wind blew through your hair, blocking your vision for a short time. You pay no mind to it and stare at your opponent two meters away from you. The pirate stares right back at you, the tension between you both at maximum.

“Unbelievable how someone as pretty as you is in that filthy crew with that filthy captain.” The man spits out, staring at you like you were something unworthy, like he was above you. “I will give you one last chance; join my crew or die here.”

You laugh dryly at the man’s statement. “You’re the only filthy person here. I will not join you, nor will I die.”

The pirate glares at you and shouts angrily, making the birds on the tree next to you fly away in fear. But you don’t care, instead, you start running towards him. He starts running too,  sword raised high. You both clash together, shouting in adrenaline. He tries his best to catch you with his sword, but you’re too fast; he can’t see you and then you’re behind him, kicking the side of his head so hard, he flies off to the side, crashing into several trees.

A huge cloud of dust erupts around you both, making it harder for you to see.

A few seconds pass, where you’re basically blind, you try your best to scan your surroundings, when you hear footsteps behind you. You turn around smoothly and raise your foot again, about to kick another time- with haki this time, when you stare into your favorite polar bear’s face.

“There you are! Captain will kill you, Y/N!” Bepo screams and pulls your arm, trying his best to get you back to the submarine.

Your crew had stopped at this island a few days ago and today was the day, where you were supposed to leave again, but you had other things in your mind. On your first day, you had noticed other pirates, who were not very fond of your arrival. They had tried to stare you down, made provocative comments and even insulted your captain, your captain! You were furious. On your first day, you were already ready to fight them, but Law had held you back. “They’re just some newbies, we’re not here to fight.” He had said, making you nod. Law was right. But, to your utter disappointment, they didn’t stop. Instead, it got even worse. On one day, your favorite bar on the island got destroyed and no one knew who it was- but you did. You knew it. It couldn’t have been someone else.

“Y/N, we will leave today, let it slide. We are only here to get medicine, not fight.” He had reminded you again, but you were burning with rage. How could you just leave! It would put shame on your crews name, and especially, on your captain. You couldn’t just leave, not today. So you sneaked out as soon as you saw Law being busy, running as fast as you could and confronted the pirates.

Here you were now, on some grass- field, in middle of a fight between the captain and you.

Bepo pulled harder, but you just shook your head. “No, I have to! Bepo, let go!”

“No! This is ridiculous! C'mon now!”, the bear frowned at you. “Or at least let me help!”

“Listen,” you were starting to get annoyed, grabbing onto you own head in irritation. “I can do it alone, I’m strong enough.” But the bear was too stubborn.

“Y/N, if you don’t let me help, I will call for-” Suddenly, the bear let go of you, eyes growing twice the size. “Behind you!”

You turned around, but it was already too late. Your opponent was running towards you in full speed, face dirty from the earlier contact with the ground. His sword was raised high, cutting the skin of your arm in one swift motion.

You hissed and jumped back, making sure to push Bepo away from the man. Blood was slowly dripping out of your arm, only a bit at first, but the more time passed, the more blood rushed out. “Y/N!” You heard the bear scream.

You have no time to cover your injury, because the pirate already aims for the second hit. You jump away, land behind him and turn around. He is slower than you, so you raise your foot in anger and kick, but instead of hitting your opponent, you hit the air five meters away from you.

“Room.”

You almost lose your balance and hold onto the tree next to you. “Law!”, you scream angrily.

Your dark haired lover stands where you stood a second ago and cuts with his sword through the body of your previous opponent. “Shambles.” You hear him mumble and then the body of the man turns into three separate parts.

“What-”, the man screams and stares at his legs flying away right in front of his eyes. “My body!”

Law smirks devilish and takes a step towards the head laying on the ground. He crouches down, still smirking, and grabs the head with his right head. “Don’t touch my woman ever again.” Then he throws the head back and walks towards you. You can hear Bepo cheering loudly in the background, but you’re too mad.

“That was my fight, Law! You’re so mean!”, you cross your arms in front of your chest and try your best to hide your injury, but the doctor already pulls your arm towards him, scanning the skin concentrated.

“Just one time.”, he mumbles. “Listen to me one fucking time.” You can hear how mad he is, but at the same time, you find a bit of amusement in his voice.

“I could have won, but Bepo was in the way!” You defend yourself angrily, earning a loud ‘hey!’ next to you. “The guy called you filthy!”

“Do I look like I care if he calls me filthy? His strength is as high as your level of listening to your captain; not fucking
existing.” Law says and lets your arm go. “You’ll be needing stitches.” He nods towards your arm.

You huff in annoyance and turn around, sassily walking back to the ship. “I told you!”, Bepo calls out laughing, falling silent at the cold glance you give him. “I’m sorry.”

Law slowly walks back behind the two of you, pulling his hat down to shield his smile. They were calling him stupid names, that’s why you fought them. He knew you could kick their asses if you wanted to, but you were his woman after all. As long as he was there, you had no reason to fight.

Deep down, the doctor was relieved that he had someone like you close to him; someone that had his back. Always.

One time I was scanning this really nice girl’s stuff and there was a guy behind her and standing so close to her that I assumed he was her dad or something but she didn’t really talk to him. I’m halfway through scanning all her things when he comes up to the card machine which is in front of my counter and acts like he’s ready to pay. So I keep going but I ask her if they’re together and she says no, she doesn’t even know him. And I’m soooo annoyed. She was nice and didn’t even complain about him but I couldn’t believe this guy. I wasn’t even halfway done with her transaction so I couldn’t have seemed like I was almost done and he thought he’d scooch right up to make sure not a second is wasted like most people do. He was so stupid. Like who doesn’t realize that a cashier is still in the middle of someone else’s transaction?? Another time I was helping this guy with some questions he had while he was still at my register and a lady came up behind him and waited maybe 2 seconds before huffing and puffing and moving to another lane. He apologized for taking up my time and I told him that there are worse things in life than waiting in line. Like getting pushed off a bridge. And he was like yeah…that is worse than waiting in line. People are hilarious.

anonymous asked:

I just can't get behind living nests until she actually freaking apologizes to freaking feyre.

See, this is the exact thing that makes me love her even more. That she hasn’t apologised properly yet.

Bear with me here, Nonnie, because this is going to be a long one. 

Nesta is not perfect. She has made mistakes and stupid/bad things. One very stupid thing would be letting her little sister, our beloved High Lady, provide for them all by herself and letting her carry that burden while at the same time being unsupportive. But a stupid/bad action does not equal a bad person.

When I was a kid my mama always put emphasis and made one thing very clear to me, as she was handing my ass to me, and that thing can be boiled down to this: “You did a stupid thing. You are not stupid, the thing was. You are smarter than this. Make it right and next time do better.”

In my opinion, Nesta knows she fucked up. She is a smart woman. But she is also a proud woman. Nesta telling Feyre that she went after her when Tamlin took Feyre, that she braved the woods and the unknown to find a sister she loves only to be stopped when she could not find her way through the wall, is a part of her making it better. Another thing is letting the Inner Circle use their house for meetings with the Mortal Queens, despite the danger it put her and Elain in. I don’t know if she’ll apologise to Feyre straight out, we’ll see. But I believe she will make it right, she loves her sister too much not to. 

I also very much believe this situation is similar to the one with Rhysand in the hiatus between ACOTAR and ACOMAF. Many people wanted so badly to love him but couldn’t because he had not apologised to Feyre for the things he made her do Under the Mountain. I know, he did not do these things to Feyre for years and he was not someone Feyre are supposed to be able to rely on, her big sister. But for us fans it was similar, you like the character but you will not allow yourself to 100% go for it because they hurt our Feyre. From your ask it seems like an apology is what you are waiting for, that is the one thing standing in the way. Same as many felt with Rhys. 

We got an entire book where Rhys got to redeem himself, show us his true self and explain his actions to Feyre. We have not had this opportunity with Nesta, yet. I think ACOTAR 3 will give us a lot more Nesta and I am freaking ecstatic about that. To understand her motivations beyond protecting Elain, see how she deals with being Made (into an Illyrian), how she will handle being around Cassian, how Rhys will communicate and talk to her as he is still very much thinking about how she treated Feyre, and that pisses him off, understandably. And I look forward, beyond words, to see her interactions with Mor and Amren. Gah! I am so excited! 

Another reason for me to love Nesta’s character is the fact that she is almost Mor’s opposite. We need characters like Mor that are kind and warm and girl power and likeable, she overcame terrible circumstances and is still warm towards those she cares about. But we also need characters like Nesta. Women who go through bad things and deal with it by closing themselves off to those they cares about. We need this because women in our society are not allowed to just be one or a few things, we have to be everything. We have to be perfect. 

We have to be good students, beautiful, dress well, be funny and cool, yet not too cool because a girl can’t possibly know if she is smart and hot because then she is obnoxious and cocky. We have to be good mothers, good sisters, good daughters. A woman is supposed to be sexy but not so much so she is slutty. Virgins are boring and too much work and pressure but if she has had sex she is a whore. We are supposed to be independent on our own but also not too independent because then we hate men and will become lonely cat ladies. We are not to tell men we want marriage and kids  because then we seem desperate but at the same time the women who do not want kids are shamed for it. We are admired if we are strong, work out and know how to fight but then “oh god you work out so much aren’t you afraid you will get too many muscles and look like a man”? A woman has to be kind and emphatic but she also needs to be fierce and not care what anyone thinks. The list goes on.

What I am trying to say is that we can’t win. No matter what we do we are set up to fail because society puts so much pressure on women to be all these things, to an extent men does not have to live with. And so writing amazing characters, basically flawless, like Mor, I mean she has her struggles but we have yet to see a real flaw in Mor, can end up putting more pressure on young girls. But then SJM balance it out beautifully with Feyre and Nesta and Elain. These three sisters who are all incredible and admirable in their own ways but are also very much flawed, in a way that only male characters really get to be flawed. Because if a man has one redeeming quality, that is usually all it takes because we as a society ask so little of men compared to women. 

So we have a almost flawless character like Mor who loves and befriends a flawed character like Feyre. Showing us that you do not have to be perfect to be loved by something good. To deserve good things. 

To end this rant I would just like to say that I would love to see Nesta apologise to Feyre. But I will love her even if she doesn’t. I love her because she is interesting, I love her because she loves her sisters in her own way, I love her because SJM has written such a perfectly flawed female character that is still a good person and what that represents to young girls. I love her because, at the end of the day, Feyre does too. 

Nesta, my (illyrian) thunderstorm

I’ll Give You The Sun (unofficial scene)

My skin prickles with excitement or maybe it’s just fear. I don’t know. My legs feel like lead that I have to keep lifting high enough to take each step. My hands are clammy and it’s not even that hot. My chest feels like a piece of wood the nail is being driven into. The words keep appearing in my head over and over : I’ll be there. Was he messing with me? Brian isn’t someone who’d do that but how could I know that. I haven’t seen him for years. For all I know, he would have drastically changed. But here I am, finally getting to see, repenting for my mistakes and hoping…maybe hoping there’s a chance for another.

The woods seem like they’ve changed, as if the trees simply sprouted legs and changed places. Maybe they know something’s happening today. They’re watching me, every move, every breath. Every single day without fail, I’ve been here, been within the envelope of this sanctity. Today it’s like breathing fire. Jumping off Devil’s Drop seems like a much better option.

I imagine being at CSA, painting and drawing behind a canvas. Would it feel as liberating as it used to be? The pressure to be perfect would begin to grow, it might not feel like second nature. It’s been so long since my hands have created. I look down at my hands, the lines that run along my palms, and the shapes of my fingers. It’s been so long. I don’t know if I’m ready for it yet. Jude’s jealously might have been a good thing after all. It loosened the screws for me, released the tension that made me want to be better than her, better than others, to be the Michelangelo of art. I’m me now. I’m my own person. I’m Noah the artist now. Not Picasso the artist or anyone else, wanting to be better and perfect.

I lean against a tree and breathe in the forest air. My fingers curl around the rock in my pocket, the one Brian gave me years ago on the rooftop of my house. One of his broken meteors. In the distance is CSA, the back of the studio crowded by the trees. I decide to visit it sometime, it holds memories after all. Memories of Oscar. Huh. I snort. Oscar. Jude somehow managed to find Oscar amongst every other guy who lives here. Oscar of all! Oscar bloody Ralph! That’s where I got to know Brian too. Brian who watched me swear like a madman and sit outside the studio for a very long time just so I can have classes. It’s embarrassing every time I remember it.

I start to wonder about him, what he might be like now. Maybe he’s tall, like really tall and funny and smart and popular and just Brian. He was all those things before and maybe he’s a better version of all that now. He’s coming to meet plain old Noah. I’ve created a wall of lies around me, everything I’ve done and pretended to be, all lies. Perhaps he might not come after all, maybe he’ll think it’s a waste of time, there’s absolutely no reason why he’d want to see me anyway. It’s stupid. I’m stupid for thinking we might have something. I’m stupid for wanting him after all this time.  He could’ve found someone at Stanford. Someone who’s not a weird, fake Picasso. He doesn’t need to see this lying version of myself.

There’s a moment when I feel like I need to leave, to pretend this never happened but it’s like I’m stuck here. The trees won’t let me go just yet. I can’t get up to leave but my stomach is squirming with every minute that passes. It was a crazy idea to send him drawing after drawing from my invisible museum. What was I even thinking? At the time it felt like the only way to get through to Brian, to apologize, to show him how I feel. Now it feels like I’ve made a mistake. What if he didn’t like any of the art? But then he wouldn’t say he’d be here. But he could also be taking the piss at me.

If mum had never caught us that day in the bedroom, I wonder if this would be different, if we would be different. Brian might have stayed for a long time. If that stupid closet game hadn’t happened, then I wouldn’t have avoided Brian, everything would’ve been right, mum would’ve never caught us, Brian would be here. Nothing would’ve gone wrong. But things always go wrong. We’ve got a knack for bad luck.

The leaves stir and the trees yawn, and I drag my gaze towards them. Jude had given me the trees for Oscar, not just the trees, everything but the flowers. She sacrificed almost all of her world for Oscar. I know…I can feel their love like a thick string that won’t break, that rolls longer, the distance they part. I want that with Brian. We have something too, I know we do. I wouldn’t be wanting him after so long if we didn’t. I remember mum’s words. Stay true to your heart, she said. I wonder if she’s here, watching me waiting for Brian. I wonder if she’s smiling with Grandma Sweetwine. Only Jude would know. Jude sees their ghosts.

When the light seeps through the forest, getting sucked away to another part of the world, and paints the sunset as farewell, I begin to grow anxious. I was an hour early, to calm my racing heart and to get my wits together. I wanted to be the first one here. I hadn’t brought a watch but I know it’s a little bit past five o’clock. Would he have kipped out like this? The Brian I knew wouldn’t, but I know nothing about the Brian now. It’s still too early to panic or feel disappointed. I can’t help it. I pull out the brushes and start painting in my head. I paint the Brian I imagine him to be now.

I paint an angry Brian, squinted eyes, turned lips and red cheeks, tossing a single rock in his right hand. I paint him in colours after that, lots and lots of colours that speak his soul. The rocks lay by his feet, floating and the colours that flood out of him like waves are dotted with stars. He is the stars, he is everything this world has to offer in this thick haze of untruths and alienation. How cheesy. This is something Jude would think although it seems like we’ve switched personalities over the years.

Leaves crunch underneath heavy footsteps and everything melts in my head. I drop the brushes, I throw the canvas and I am standing up with frantic fervor, wiping my hands on the bottom of my jeans. My stomach drops, turning uncomfortably with each breath held moment.

He appears like a blinding star and the trees move to let him through. His flaming hair has been cropped short, exposed. He’s grown taller and broader around the shoulders and I can only imagine what I must look like to him. I am tall and big but not as big as he has grown to be. He smiles but I stare at his squinty eyes, my favourite part of him. The closer he gets, the shorter my breath becomes. There’s no bounce to his steps anymore, there’s no bag of meteorites in his hand like I kept imagining him to be.

“Hi.” He greets. I drop my gaze and kick at a stone. The familiar sound of his voice reminds me of old times. 

You haven’t changed. I scoff, in my head at least. I have changed I want to scream at him, I have changed because of you but none of that matters anymore. All that change is built on a foundation of utter lies. “Hi.” I say instead, hardly breathing at all. Are my lungs even working?

It’s like the world has stopped spinning the moment Brian steps into my circle. I remember the day he threw stones at Zephyr and Fry, the day when it felt like he was on my side, a freak like me, revolutionaries. I don’t know if we’re still the same anymore, maybe somewhere deep. I know he’s changed a lot of things but he’d been brave and strong. He became who he is inside by not being a coward, but me, I am one. Who I am inside isn’t who I am on the outside.

“You’re quiet.” Brian flicks at my shoulder. I wonder how he can smile after everything I’d done. He doesn’t look mad at all.

“I’ve always been quiet.” I tell him. He laughs.

“Not in your head, you’re not.”

It makes me look up and I am immediately entranced by his copper eyes, bright and shimmering like the stars that fall out of his bag. “I thought you’d be mad.”

“Why?” I watch his hands slip into the pockets of his trousers. There aren’t any pockets on me. I can’t do anything with my hands, I let them hang by my sides, hoping I don’t do anything stupid.

“You know why.” This whole thing is making me feel weird. Why had I even agreed to this? Jesus. I’m going to mess this up real bad. Where’s effing Clark Gable when you need him? “How–how have you been?”

He shrugs, moving his hands in his pockets. “Good I guess. Stanford’s pretty good. I’m sure you’ve heard of–stuff.” Of course I have. I don’t tell him that.

“I’m sorry. I missed you.” Is all that comes out of my mouth. My mouth needs a jail, not my hands. I should be apologizing more. He should be getting mad at me, yelling even, fists flying. We should be talking about what’s happened in the past few years of our lives and what not. Not about how I’m missing him. I know he does too. Nothing seems to matter in this bubble of mine he has stepped back into. I can’t even pick up the brushes in my head. I am too focused on his eyes, the way they move and change colour, his lips and the space between his teeth.

“You know,” He says, moving closer and prompting me to take a step backwards. “I’ve missed you too.” I gulp, watching his hands emerge out of his pockets. My chest is thumping like a freaking jack hammer. I remember the two boys at the party. Is it going to be us again? That same feeling under this same tree? What if it doesn’t feel the same anymore? Not even that stupid bird is here to yell Where the hell is Ralph? anymore. In my head I ask him if he’s kissed anyone else, another boy and if he liked it. In my head he’s saying yes, nodding.

His hands rest against my chest and I back against the tree. Why is it always a tree? We could kiss on Devil’s Drop. Wouldn’t that be ironic? I laugh in my head. My stomach churns. His hands are big and warm. They sear through my shirt, through my skin, touching the red, beating thing in my chest. He breathes in my face. I breathe on his face. I wonder if my breath stinks. I should’ve popped a mint or something. His smells like chocolate.

And then I’m kissing him. Hard and frantic. My head explodes with fireworks, the type of fireworks that are colourful and not burning. Brian is all over me, his hands, on my back, in the loop of my sweatpants, underneath my shirt. Mine are shakily pulling at his hair, trying to merge into him, become one. He feels like the stars, a kind of chilly comfort.

I remember the way it felt to kiss him the first time. The colours flowing in splatters and the urge. We tremble, kissing like kids with pathetic crushes or more like lust. Huh. No one can know. Ever. I remember it again. This time it won’t matter if they know. I stumble but before he can question I pulling him into me, my back against the tree, pulling and pulling. I tug at the hem of his shirt, sliding my hands under and over the hard expanse of his stomach. Effing Clark Gable! A shuddery groan escapes my mouth. I feel embarrassed. He’s doing it to me now. All those thoughts. Millions of endless thoughts. I hadn’t said it the last time.

What if he leaves again? He squeezes my narrow hips. “I love you.” I breathe.

Everything slows. His hands cease to touch me. Mine slips away from him. But there’s not an inch of space between us. Now would be a good time for someone to come barreling through. But then he smiles, a knowing grin. Fucking jerk. He pulls me by the collar of my shirt and goes, “It took you so fucking long.”

•~ Prompt List #3 ~•

Originally posted by angelkarafilli

A/n: I was up a good it of the night adding onto this, and as usual a lot of these are quotes from various media sources and a few of them are from my own brain, so I hope you like them.

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#1: “If true love was easy, we’d all have it.”

#2: “She was sweet to me, reminds me of you.”

#3: “Oh, well thank you, no one ever really notices me like that.”

#4: “I’m sorry, but she’s very little and YOU’RE HURTING HER!”

#5: “I make no apologies for how I repaired what you broke”

#6: “Don’t feel stupid because you don’t like all the things everyone else does.”

#7: You’re strange…I-I didn’t mean that in a nasty way!“

#8: “This is the dream. It’s conflict and compromise and it’s very exciting!”

#9: “I’m going to let you in on a little secret. I’m pretty good at knowing when someone is lying to me.”

#10: “It’s pretty strange we keep running into each other.” “Maybe it means something?” “I doubt it.” “Yeah, I thought so.”

#11: “Oh, well you’d never want to burn a bridge you’ve fought so hard to build.”

#12: “I can’t let you do this.”

#13: “I’m so sorry, but I don’t love you anymore.”

#14: “I thought I could make it work, that we could make it work, but we can’t.”

#15: “I really don’t mean to bother you, but can I stay the night?”

#16: “Well, what do you keep telling me for? What am I supposed to do? I’m nothing special.”

#17: “You need to leave me alone.”

#18: “Please go away.”

#19: “I knew the moment I saw him, that I never stopped loving him.”

#20: “So when I win your heart, and I will win it, it’ll be because you choose me.”

#21: “I want to tell you that I love you, and I that I want to marry you and grow old together, but you’re not ready for that. So go, live a little and I’ll be waiting for you”

#22: “You wanna know the truly sad thing? When I met you I thought you were the person I would spend the rest of my life with. But I guess not.”

#23: “This, whatever this is between us, it’s over.”

#24: “I never want to see you again.”

#25: “So go find someone else. Someone who will love you the way I never have, the way I never will.”

#26: “I have loved you for so long, but you. You’ve never even noticed.”

#27: “You know, I styled my hair differently because I thought she’d like and I don’t even think she’s noticed.”

#28: “It’s okay. If I can’t make you happy anymore than I have no right to keep you. You deserve so much better than that, so it’s okay. You can go.”

#29: “Choose me, I’m the one that’s always loved you and always will.”

#30: “Please don’t give up on this, on us.”

#31: “I love you so much it physically hurts to not be around you.”

#32: “Even the idea of you being with someone else is enough to make me wish I was dead.”

#33: “I was just really trying to impress you.”

#34: “You have no idea how wonderful it feels to finally have someone around who knows what the hell I’m talking about”

#35: “It’s not that I don’t feel the same, it’s that you deserve more than me. You could find someone much, much better.”

#36: “You’re all I ever wanted.”

#37: “Tell me what I have to do to get you to forgive me? Want me to jump off a cliff? Done. Want me to hit your ex with a chair? Deal.”

#38: “There’s nothing that could make me stop loving you.”

#39: “Why don’t we just fly away somewhere?”

#40: “I really didn’t mean to ignore what you were saying, but your eyes look really lovely in this lighting.”

#42: “No, no. Please tell me everything about it.”

#43: “I swear to god I’m smart.”

#44: “I don’t need anything else, just hold me for a little.”

#45: “You know for someone so tall you’d think you’d be use to ducking underwalls, but here you are with an ice pack and the doorway has a knick in it.”

#46: “Have you really read all these books?”

#47: “This is going to sound really crazy, but I overheard your conversation and I knew if I didn’t at least attempt to talk to you I’d go crazy.”

#48: “What? You can’t just leave whenever you’re the only person who understands me.”

#49: “You didn’t even say goodbye.”

#50: “Please don’t go, I need you.”

#51: “It was just so painful, knowing everyday I was losing you a little more and there was nothing I could do because you stopped loving me.”

#52: “So what if you’re a boy? I can damn well buy you flowers if I please.”

#53: “Loving you was like walking into a battle I knew I wasn’t going to win.”

#54: “I don’t know what’s more annoying. You not realizing how long I’ve been into you or you trying to push me away because you feel the same and it terrifies you.”

#55: “I know it’s petty to be jealous over you since we’re not dating, but I’ll be damned if I didn’t wanna knock that guy’s face in.”

#56: “I just needed something to be wrong with him, that way I had justification for not liking him.”

#57: “Promise me we’ll meet again?”

#58: “I’d like that.”

#59: “We’re never going to see each other again, are we?”

#60: “Oh no. You don’t get to waltz into my life and make me love you only to tell me you’re leaving.”

#61: “Talk to me, please.”

#62: “If you’re not even going to try and help yourself and least let me try.”

#63: “No one’s ever complimented me before.”

#64: “I’ve just always assumed no one would ever want to flirt with me, so I’m sorry if it came off like I wasn’t interested.”

#65: “You’re just so beautiful and you don’t even realize it.”

#66: “I could make you happy.”

#67: “Don’t go where I can’t follow.”

#68: “You make me want to love again.”

#69: “I’m sorry, but I can’t do this anymore. These past weeks without you have been absolute misery.”

#70: “Close your eyes, it’s a surprise.”

#71: “And just when I thought you couldn’t any more wonderful.”

#72: “I would never do such a thing. I would never leave you.”

#73: “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

#74: “I couldn’t find you.”

#75: “I really thought you’d always be the one who was there for me, but you weren’t.”

#76: “You were missing for over sixteen hours, how the hell do you want me to react?”

#77: “Oh I’m sorry, I’ve just been in love with since the moment I saw you. So, forgive me if I’m not overjoyed to hear you like someone else.”

#78: “I don’t care if it’s selfish, I want you and your attention all the time.”

#79: “Can’t I have one good thing in my life?”

#80: “It’s strange. I didn’t realize how much I needed you until you weren’t by my side.”

#81: “Say you’ll move in with me.”

#82: “Will you stop looking so surprised, it’s not like I’ve never worn a dress before.”

#83: “Well it’s not my fault I act 20x more clumsy when you’re around.”

#84: “C'mon, I’m adorable, you can’t stay mad at me.”

#85: “I can’t explain it. But ever since you came into my life, it’s like seeing color for the first time or diving head first into the sea.”

#86: “I forgot what being lonely was like after I met you, and I never want to go back ever again.”

#87: “For a moment there I thought I lost and it killed me a little.”

#88: “Good morning, sunshine.”

#89: “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

#90: “My apartment’s heat turned off and we’re in the middle of a blizzard, would you mind if I slept with you?”

#91: “You think I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?”

#92: “I never planned on someone like you.”

#93: “Save your heart for someone else. I’ve got no use for it.”

#94: “You don’t get to take cheap shots at me because you’re hurting.”

#95: “Excuse me? You were the one who left me.”

#96: “Every day since you left I thought about where we went wrong and how I could get you back.”

#97: “We’ve already had enough bad timing.”

#98: “Don’t run, stay with me.”

#99: “This is about you needing to feel like a hero again.”

#100: “This, this is exact why I’m leaving you, because you lied to me again.”

#101: “Don’t be scared, I’m right here.”

#102: “This is as brave as I know how to be.”

#103: “I know it’ll hurt you, but please, be a little proud of me.”

#104: “You will not insult my memory, there will be no revenge. I will die and no one else will suffer.”

#105: “This isn’t you.”

#106: “If you love me in any way, you’ll come back.”

#107: “Some men might take your silence as off putting, but I’ll have a challenge.”

#108: “I mean why would you choose me over him. He’s broad and far more handsome than I am.”

#109: “Seeing you laugh and shine by just being in his presence killed me.”

#110: “I just wanted to be chosen.”

#111: “I spent a lot of time with you thinking I was second best, but you know what? I am good.”

#112: “I deserve more than to be your second choice.”

#113: “I think about you all of the time, I don’t even have to try. You’re just always there.”

#114: “Tell me that you need me.”

#115: “You never needed me.”

#116: “I’ll make two cups.”

#117: “I am never letting you leave again.”

#118: “All I need is possible.”

#119: “The minute I stop believing things will get better is the minute I know they want.”

#120: “I don’t feel so alone right now.”

#121: “I just can’t help but feel so insufficient compared to you.”

#122: “I never took a liking to him because I knew he was intended for you.”

#123: “What are you doing here?” “I was just passing, saw your light on.” “What? Halfway up a hill, at two in the morning?” “Alright, I drove over. I was hoping you’d still be awake Don’t be a twat about it.”

#124: “I’ve had a lot on my mind lately, and I’m sorry but I think I’m going to need some space for awhile.”

#125: “I’m going away for a while.” “How long is awhile?” “I don’t know.”

#126: “Was it something I did?”

#127: “Why don’t you love me anymore?”

#128: “I would give anything to see you smile.”

#129: “Don’t cry, then I’m gonna cry and I’m supposed to comfort you.”

#130: “Come here, lemme fix it.”

#131: “How do you make this look so easy?”

#132: “Where did you learn to do this?”

#133: “Look I don’t think you understand, I’m in love with you.”

#134: “I understand if you don’t feel the same, but it would be really nice if you did.”

#135: “I could make you happy.”

#136: “Not you, anyone but you.”

#137: “You deserve so much more than you give yourself credit for.”

#138: “Because you deserve a happy ending.”

#139: “I got because it reminded me of you.”

#140: “Promise me you’ll write.”

#141: “I don’t think I can handle another heartbreak.”

#142: “Why can’t you just tell me you love me back?!”

#143: “I didn’t mean to yell at you, I shouldn’t have done it.”

#144: “You’re not scared of me, are you?”

#145: “I’ve got your back.”

#146: “I’m sorry, sir. But there’s been a shooting.”

#147: “She didn’t make it.”

#148: “She’s dead! She’s dead and she’s never coming back!”

#149: “Come back to me.”

#150: “If you wanna hurt them, the way you’re hurting. Shoot me, I’m your eye for an eye.”

#151: “Thank you for not dying.”

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Fandom List: http://ofnifflersandkings.tumblr.com/post/159317647777/fandom-list

First Promt List: http://ofnifflersandkings.tumblr.com/post/153373686902/prompt-list

Second Prompt List: http://ofnifflersandkings.tumblr.com/post/158790212217/prompt-list-2

If You Like Making Love At Midnight [a E2!Barry Allen Smut]

a/n: apologizes, I did the wrong thing the first time with the luca imagine… because I’m stupid haha, *hides behind my hands* here’s the e2 smut


WARNING: Smut


Hands roam across your body, squeezing your stomach. A gasp leaves your lips and you flutter your eyelashes up at your husband, fingers sprawled out on his pale chest. “Barry… I need you… inside me.” you whisper, bucking your hips against his; forehead pressed to forehead.

Nodding vigorously, his spectacles fall down to the dip of his button nose. “O-okay, honey.” Barry positions his knobby knees on either side of your thighs, nibbling on his lower lip. The moment he slips his the tip of his dick into your pussy, you moan loudly, causing him to whimper, hands finding your thighs. “F-fuck. You’re so tig-ight…” he breathes heavily, pushing all of himself inside.

Your fingers card through his short, shiny hair, playing with the stands at the top of his neck. A little gasp leaves you and you hook your legs around his thin hips, heels intertwined. “Harder…” you pant, kissing his sharp jawline. The brunette obeys, snapping his hips more forcefully; breathing sharp and erratic breaths. “B-Barry… oh god, Barry, yes.” you praise, biting and sucking his skin.

Barry whimpers, hearing you scream profanities as he pounds into your pussy. “Y/N… sweetie… fuck…” he manages to get out, thin glasses slightly clouding his vision. Slowly, he grabs your breasts, leaning down and sucking on your nipple, making you groan. Bobbing his head up and down, he pinches the other, continuing to roll his slender hips.

“AGH! WHY?! WHY?!” Jace screams, fist wrapped around the doorknob, sea eyes wide in pure fear. Yelping, Barry pulls the thin sheet over the both of you. His glasses tumble off his face with that movement. “I JUST WANTED TO KNOW IF DAD WOULD HELP ME WITH MY PROJECT!” he shouts, loose t-shirt flapping around his tiny torso as he covers his eyes.

Panting, Barry nods eagerly, messy chestnut locks bouncing. “Y-yes, yes, in a-” he gulps, panting harder. “In a minute.” he wheezes, waving his hand towards the teenager. Blushing, you watch Jace shut the door in a hurry before cringing at your husband. “I… oh god… it happened again…” Barry whines, nuzzling his face into your neck.

You pout, sighing as he pulls out of you. Huffing, you untangle your legs from his thin thighs, grabbing his glasses and playing with them. “You know… you’re just gonna be horny again in a hour…” you point out, handing him his spectacles.

A blush appears on his freckled cheeks and he looks down, sitting back on his heels, frowning. “I know…” he breathes, long arm outstretched, reaching for his inhaler on the nightstand. After shaking it, he pushes the top down, sucking in and holding, before exhaling slowly. “We’ll-We’ll try again tomorrow…”

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How the 2ps apologize with the S/O:
  • 2p America: Dollface, no need to be sad. I promise you that I'll never ever ever fuck this again, alright? I gonna make up to you! *Passes the day with cuddles and hugs*
  • 2p England: I'M SORRY PUPPET I WAS SUCH OF A DUMMY! OLIVER YOU DUMMY DUMMY DUMMY DUMMYYYY!! *Cries the whole day*
  • 2p France: ...Sorry. *really regrets it but doesn't know how to show*
  • 2p Russia: My deep apologies for hurting your feelins. I guarantee that this will not be repeated.
  • 2p China: Hey kitty, I know I was a idiot with you, so I spent the night preparing a special romantic day for you! Can you forgive a stupid for doing stupid things?
  • 2p Canada: Hey... I know I was a dick. If you don't wanna talk with me I'll leave you alone okay? *really sad face and holding the fucking tears*
  • 2p Italy: I know that I've done some wrong things... I know you're sad... I feel sad seeing you sad like this.... S-S-S-S.... *He is really bad at apologizing, but he tries*
  • 2p Germany: *Holding a big bouquet of roses and playing some romantic song at the window* ACCEPT ME BACK DARLING!!
  • 2p Japan: I am really embarassed for the damage I caused you and I'll accept all the consequences.
  • 2p South Italy: I'M SO SAD FOR THIS DARLING! I BOUGHT YOU A BOX OF CHOCOLATE BUT I WAS SO NERVOUS THAT I ATE IT!!
  • 2p Austria: I wasn't my usual amazing boyfriend yesterday, but I'll guarantee that I fill my awesomeness quota with you my little piece of hellish horror. Are we okay?
  • 2p Prussia: *Looking at the floor with tears in his eyes* I know that you hate me now, but even knowing this, I just have to say that I'm sorry!
Leading Suspects: Epilogue

Well, here we are. It’s been quite the journey, and I hope you’ve all enjoyed it, especially you, @peetabreadgirl! There’s a strong chance I’d be crying in the corner over something fic related without you in my life. Clearly, you’re my Johanna. ;-) The story will be up on AO3 and FF.net in its entirety by the end of the week. I’ve been posting chapters five at a time, so if you follow me over there, I apologize for the flood of notification e-mails. Will make one more post here once it’s complete on the other sites. Smutty MCSmutterson out!


“Do you think they’ll serve pie?”

“Don’t eat the strawberry if they do. Just to be safe.” I smother my laughter at this and lean back against the trunk of the apple tree I scaled half an hour ago, the speakers below me unaware of my presence.

The funny thing about gossip and scandal is that it’s a stupid, fickle thing. Two years after I returned to Twelve Willows to propose a joint Daily Fix and bakery franchise to Peeta and ask him out for real, so much has already changed, and yet so much remains the same.

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