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Smut Appreciation Day 2k17

So I was gonna try and get out some Jared size!kink smutty goodness out today, but it looks like it’s gonna be longer than I bargained for (pun intended)

That will be posted at some point, but for now I thought I’d compile all of my smut fics and series’ with smut into one place so y’all can read away to your heart’s content - got a whole lotta Sam, a decent amount of Dean, and a smattering of others.

Happy Smut Appreciation Day, y’all


Sam x Reader

Soy Un Perdedor - You reluctantly go to a male strip club for your friend’s bachelorette party, but when you get a lap dance from the gorgeous Orion, your opinion of the night changes dramatically. - 5.8k, stipper!Sam, size/height difference

Forgive Me, FatherYou find an unusual customer at your workplace, and end up getting more than you bargained for when you offer to take him to a back room. - 3.7k, virgin!priest!Sam/stripper!reader

My Best Friend’s BrotherYou’re not prepared when your best friend and roommate’s handsome as hell brother shows up on your doorstep, and you quickly realise the attraction isn’t one sided. - 3.4k, reader gender unspecified

Ask For What You WantYour husband, Sam, is a big-shot business owner. His employees don’t know what goes on behind closed doors. - 3.1k, sub!Sam/dom!reader

Keep reading

Forgetful

Word Count: 1,380
Reader Gender: Female i guess idk 

Warnings: Jealousy, arguement, him arguing with other girls, cursing

Love Interest: Peitro Maximoff
Note: There is a 200000/10 chance that there will be a second part

Originally posted by marvelprincesspants

Originally posted by sad--princes

I crossed my arms as I glared at him, waiting for him to finish his little show. Anger and irritation bubbled inside of me, and I mentally cursed myself for trusting him enough to leave him alone. I go into the shop for five fucking minutes, and I come out to this shit. I tried pulling him away from the girls that were flirting with him, but it just shrugged me off. The worst part about the whole thing? He was flirting back.

His ass was flirting with other people and he was loving it. I’m not sure if he got the memo, but he’s not single anymore. He’s in a relationship with me, and I have half a mind to kick his ass. I clutched harder at the plastic bag that was in my hand, the contents were requested by none other than the douche himself. I grunted, deciding that he wasn’t going to finish anytime soon. I walked up to him, gripping his shoulder and turning him around.

“We’re leaving.” I said sternly.

“Who’s the slut?” One of the girls asked.

“I’m his girlfriend.” I spat, anger coursing through me.

“Oh really? Then why is he over here?” Another girl asked.

“Slut.” The first one said.

“Pornhub called, honey, they say your resume is too extensive.” I spat.

“I’m not going anywhere, why don’t you find somewhere else to be.” Pietro offered in an annoyed tone.

“Fine,” I shoved the bag in his chest, walking away, “But you’re finding a new place to live.”

It didn’t take him long to appear at my side, but I didn’t acknowledge his existence. I was still beyond pissed at the little act he pulled moments ago. He wouldn’t like it if I did that stuff to him, he’d be pissed. I’d get my ear chewed off, so why does he think it’s okay for him to do it? I still had my arms crossed over my chest, a clear indication that I was angry. Despite my body language, he still tried to talk to me.

He said that he was confused, which just pissed me off even more. What the hell does he mean? He doesn’t get to be confused, he gets to feel like an ass. I sent a glare his way, instantly shutting him up. I looked away from him, rolling my eyes and focusing on getting home. I’ll deal with him there, right now I’m too angry to talk to him. He didn’t even stand up for me, he just let them trash talk me.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”Pietro shouted as I closed the door to the apartment.

“Oh, I don’t know, my boyfriend just completely forgot that my ass existed. Forgive me if I’m a little pissed off.” I glared, flipping him off.

“What are you talking about?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“You were flirting with those girls! I heard you the entire time! One of them was even talking dirty to you!” I yelled, “God, Pietro, where do you draw the line?!”

“You’re just being jealous and oversensitive.” Pietro said, walking past me.

“I’m not any of those things! I’m just worried that maybe my boyfriend is cheating on me!” I yelled, feeling the anger mix with betrayal.

“I can’t help it, Y/n! The ladies like me, get over it. I’m not going to stop just because some worthless little girl doesn’t like it.” He spat, glaring at me.

I was silent for a moment, absorbing his words completely. Is that all I was to him? Just some little girl? Not his girlfriend or anything? My brows furrowed, and I took his words to heart. He can’t just get over himself for two seconds to listen to me? I took in a deep breath, realizing that his opinion on this matter wasn’t going to be changing anytime soon. I saw his face soften, and I wiped the tears away from my eyes.

“Worthless?” I questioned.

“Oh, come on, you know I didn’t mean it like that.” He reasoned.

“Then how did you mean it?” I asked quietly, but he didn’t respond, “That’s what I thought.”

With that, I quickly walked into the bedroom that him and I shared. I got out the suitcase that I took with me on extended missions. I started packing my things, no longer feeling welcome in here. I took a deep breath, sadness now kicking in rather than anger. I sighed, shaking my head as I shoved more clothes into the suitcase. I heard Pietro enter the room, thanks to the small breeze of wind that had picked up out of nowhere.

“What are you doing?” Pietro questioned.

“I am taking my worthless self out of here so you can continue living your wonderful life as a bachelor.” I said, zipping up the suitcase.

“You can’t leave me, Y/n. I love you, don’t do this to me.” He pleaded.

“Love me? You’ve been flirting and getting random chicks numbers the entire time you’ve been dating me, you don’t stand up for me when they insult me, then you call me a worthless little girl, and you have the audacity to say you love me?” I questioned, narrowing my eyes.

“Please, just stay with me.” He pleaded, and I sighed as I looked into his eyes.

He looked like a lost puppy on a rainy day.

“Do you promise to stop flirting with people that aren’t me?” I questioned, slightly hopeful.

“I,” He stuttered, “I don’t.” He trailed off and I shook my head, laughing dryly.

“It’s nice to know that the man I’ve been dating for 3 years doesn’t love me enough to actually act like he’s dating me.” I said, moving past him and to the door.

“You don’t understand.” Pietro said, blocking the door.

“I understood clearly when you called me worthless,” Tears formed, “I understood when you flirted with the other girls and acted like you didn’t know me,” My voice broke, “And I understood when you couldn’t even promise you’d stop. I’m not good enough, and I never will be.”

“Just give me another chance, Princessa.” He said, cupping my cheeks.

“Pietro, don’t you get it?” I removed his hands from my face, “I’m exhausted! I’m mentally and physically drained from trying to take the pressure and the hurt of your actions. From arguing with you over the same things. I’ve given you dozens of chances.” I huffed, and he went silent.

I shoved him out of the way, walking out and slamming the door shut. Tears fell from my eyes as I left the complex, my suitcase on my shoulders like it was a backpack. The weight of the entire event settled onto my mind, and I angrily wiped my eyes. I didn’t expect him and I to actually end, but if he thinks I’m not good enough for him then I’ll leave him be. I know when to push, and when to walk away, and today it was the ladder.

I found myself walking to Tony’s place, which was the only place I felt like I could go right now. Questions swam through my mind, drowning out everything else. Had he been cheating on me? When did he decide that I wasn’t good enough? I was just so tired of fighting to keep him, and fighting to make him see that what he was doing was wrong. I was emotionally exhausted, and, in turn, it made me physically exhausted.

“What are you doing here?” Tony asked, not looking at me as I entered the room.

“I,” I took a deep breath, “I was hoping I could stay here for a little while.”

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He turned around, hearing the sadness in my voice.

“It’s nothing.” I shook my head as he came closer.

“Well, I’d love to hear about nothing.” He joked.

“We broke up.” I held back a cry.

“What? Why? Do I need to kill him?” Tony asked, visibly concerned.

“He just makes me exhausted.” You sighed.

“Well, how about you have a seat and I’ll pour us some drinks?” He offered.

“What’s the price?” I eyes him.

“Dirt, details, blackmail.” He stated, turning around and going to get a couple glasses.

“So the usual?” I questioned, sitting down.

Please help me prove my point, guys, it would mean the world to me.

I need to prove my parents something, but theres a story that goes along with it. Please help me out by reblogging this. It would mean a lot.

In 8th grade, during class, this guy (that I hardly knew) attempted to grope my ass, and he would not stop. No matter what I said, he wouldn’t listen, and since I’ve never been put in that situation before, I had no idea what to do. Class ended (soon after he started, thank god), and he finally left me alone. 

Now, I love my parents. I know they love me, I know they aren’t bad people, and we mess around a lot. It’s the summer before my softmore (10th grade) year now, and I just told them what happened that day in class. It wasn’t like I was raped, and I’m not scarred for life or anything, I’m just really, REALLY aware of my surroundings now. Ever since then, I don’t like it when they slap me on my butt “for fun”. 

I know they don’t mean it like that, they never would, but it still makes me extremely uncomfortable. Before I told them about what happened, they wouldn’t listen to me, and even after I told them, they still will not listen to me. 

Instead, when I sternly tell them to not do that, and that “this is MY body, I don’t like it when you do that, it makes me uncomfortable, don’t do that again”, they reprimand me. They tell me to, “stop this misbehavior”, and take away all my electronics for 24 hours. 

I know they aren’t bad people, but this isn’t right, in my opinion. If you agree, please reblog this post. I would really appreciate it. Thank you for your time, and I hope you have a lovely day! 

I love this scene for two reasons:

1) because it is 200% yet another hint that Juuzou is following on Shinohara’s footsteps as his true successor. 

Furuta is currently destroying everything that Shinohara (amongst other investigators) ever stood for, back when the CCG could still pretend that it was a rampart between ghouls and humans, fighting for the humans’ side, so it must be hard for Juuzou to witness its slow crumbling when he also knows that, as Shinohara’s successor, leaving behind what remains of the original CCG is just impossible.

It really reminds me of this moment in TG ch137:

because Juuzou understood long ago what it is that Shinohara really meant back then. 

Ghouls will always have to kill humans in order to eat and survive, while humans will always have to fight ghouls in order to survive as well, which is why the CCG still has a true purpose (at least as long as some sort of coexistence isn’t made to last, but that is Kaneki’s part of the job in theory) because, without it, humans would disappear. 

That’s why, as Shinohara’s successor, Juuzou just can’t say bye to Furuta, despite knowing that he’s aiming on purpose for destruction and chaos, because he has to find a way to salvage what’s left of the CCG. 

Honestly, Ishida giving the role of the CCG’s/humans’ last hope to Juuzou would make perfect sense to me since, as Shinohara’s successor, he’ll definitely keep on fighting to protect humans from ghouls, but also because, by never being able to hate Big Madam, he’s really neutral towards ghouls in general. 

2) Because it makes a parallel with something Uta once said to Kaneki.

Uta might be a troll and a real mystery, but as far into the story as we are, it still is one of my beliefs that the Clowns are a completely neutral party, which is to say that they’re not pro nor anti ghous/humans, because setting the world on fire and watching it burn is fine by them as long as every side is involved. 

Again, it is just my opinion, but the Clowns currently helping Furuta to create chaos (for now) is just their own way to make sure that humans/the CCG, ghouls, Kaneki and V are all having a role to play as the world inside the twisted bird cage burns away.  

Ultimately though, Uta at least seems to think like Juuzou: getting rid of one side or the other is not going to bring meaningful changes or be a viable situation for long (which tentatively makes Uta possibly interested by the idea of coexistence, if it somehow works out). 
So I personally really liked this parallel, implying that two characters who fought before and who don’t see eye to eye about basically everything (from the look of their interactions before) would still be slightly similar on this particular idea, especially when we’re at such a pivotal moment in :Re. 

The Clowns probably had it all figured out before Furuta started his grand plan, so they are not a good indicator of things changing (even if they’re probably getting ready for the next part of the game), but in a way, amongst the many characters that are involved in Furuta’s game, it’s reassuring to see that Juuzou has apparently figured out how he must act because he understands the role that was given to him (as Shinohara’s successor).

Now, it’s mostly about Kaneki figuring out how he’s going to success as the OEK, if he’s really the one who will lead the different sides towards a possible coexistence (if that’s even a viable solution).

real quick thing here, haven’t listened to the newest ep, but just about caught up, finally:

all this stuff about how Mcelroys and TAZ is Bad ™ now because of the design choices of an artist who isn’t them and the whole bit where that ignores all the fucking good that these guys put into this show, all the wonderful things they’ve said, all the Good Shit they did that they could’ve easily gotten away with not doing…they’re doing pretty fucking good, in my opinion, and i feel seriously upset that, suddenly, i’m supposed to hate them? I love taz and what they’ve all done with it, and i don’t see myself going back on that.

Devils from the Lake || Jughead J.

18. “Hey calm down, they can’t hurt you anymore.”

Requested by anon.

Song: Foreign Tongues (Acoustic Version) - Dirtcaps, Eleni Drake

Y/N

I couldn’t see anything and my hands were tied.

I couldn’t see anything and I could barely think straight.

I couldn’t see anything and was about to be killed.

My captor was arguing with Jason Blossom, I wanted to cry. Tears were actually running down my face, but I mean the ugly, loud, screaming type of cry, that was the cry I wanted. But my mouth was frozen shut, I was paralyzed.

I couldn’t focus on what was being said between the two, not even if I tried. Panic invaded my body, all the way from my finger tips down to my toes. I was numb.

“Run!” I heard Jason yell at me, pushing me up and towards safety. “Go.” He words finally registered and my legs took off. I yanked the blind fold away from my eyes so I could see after I tripped over a branch.

I ran, ran, and ran.

And then I heard a gunshot, echo throughout the forest.

Jason.

I wanted to turn around, but his words ran through my head, and I continued running.

My head snapped up from my desk as the bell rang, signaling the end of class. I gathered my papers together, shoving them in a book and the book shoved in my bag, traces of panic still in my finger tips.

I walk out of U.S. History, my body numb, and my legs feeling as if they’d give out from underneath me, but I kept walking. I kept walking trying to shake the feeling, live through the pain. Holding my head up high with Jason’s final words echoing throughout my head, reaching every dark, empty corner, and echoing back. Live through the pain.

I live through the pain, because Jason’s not here. He gave up his chance of surviving to get me out of there. Reasons I don’t even know why, I never talked to Jason that much. Hold your head up, live through the pain.

It was hard to do that. The town thought I killed Jason, Cheryl wanted my head, people whispered in my wake.

The panic returned to my finger tips, spreading through my hands and up my arms, slowly taking control of my body. My breaths started to get uneven, it was hard to breathe.

“Freak.”

“You should be dead, not Jason.”

“You’ll be locked up soon.”

“I’m sure she was just jealous of Jason and Polly, that why she killed him.” I caught figments of conversations, the gunshot echoing through my head, along with Jason’s words drove me over the edge.

I started pushing through people, though it didn’t seem to do much, I couldn’t feel my hands, anything. I felt weak and helpless, just like I did on July fourth. I finally broke through the crowd and ran.

I didn’t know where, the tears blurred my vision. I just kept running like I did that afternoon.

“Are you okay?” I heard the voice ask, before I felt the owner holding onto my arms, I’d run into them.

I looked up, finding Jughead Jones standing in front of me.

“I need to get out of here.” I said, the words leaving my mouth before I could stop them. He pulled me out of the hallway into an empty room.

“No, I need to get out of this school,  I’m not safe here.” The panic kicked full in, and I felt like my captor and Jason’s murder was right around the corner. I was full on in hysteria. “They’re going to get me.”

“Hey calm down, they can’t hurt you anymore.” He said, pulling me into his chest.

I finally let out that cry.

My heads were balled up in his shirt, my head buried deep in his chest as I cried. He didn’t say anything but held me and I was greatful for that.

Once my breathing evened out and my sobs stopped, we just stood there, holding onto each other, then I finally spoke.

“Thank you.” I said, still latched onto him.

“Its nothing,” I pulled away from him, looking into his eyes. “Are you better now?”

“Yeah,” I looked down at my feet, holding onto my arm with the opposing hand.

“Hey, what do you say to skipping the rest of the school day, and going to Pop’s? A hamburger and a milkshake from there is always the best cure, in my opinion.” Jughead suggested, I looked up at him again, cracking a smile, laughing a little.

“Yeah, that would be nice.” I agreed.

“Well, lead the way.” He said, extending his arm out to the door, I laughed.

And for the first time since July 4th, I got a sense of normalcy back, and things were good for that moment.


Masterlist || Prompt List

bts reacts; you walk out

sup, hey, how ya doin!

anon request; a big fight that leads to the s/o packing her things and leaving their apartment? 

hey, hey guys. so i’m back with another react, and this time it’s not going to be very happy and it’s gonna be extremely angsty (well, as angsty as i can write).
but yeah, i really hope you like it and thanks for reading.
note; they’re also gonna be kind of longish, that’s why i only did the maknae line because if i didn’t they’d be a nine million page essay for you to read. and im shitty at writing angsty stuff, so im sorry.

also, i kind of used the text of their “love yourself” posters… idk why, i just thought it'd be a cool thing to do.

Taehyung;

“seriously, taehyung, why did you have to go off like that?”

“because he was flirting with you,” he’d reply to you,

“no, no he wasn’t tae. he was being friendly and helping me find the ladies bathroom,” you’d reply, not being able to believe how childish tae was being.

“i sore him wink at you as you got up, and i know you sore it too. don’t like to me, _____,” he’d say, raising his voice a little.

“winking at me? tae, honestly, i think you’re seeing things,” you’d chuckle to yourself.

“so you’re calling me a liar?” he’d question you aggressively.

“i never said that, i just said i think you’re seeing things. which you obviously are if you think he winked at me because he clearly didn’t wink at me at all,” you state, walking away from taehyung and this petty argument you two were having. “talk to me when you’re not being so childish, im not in the mood,”.

“childish? you think im childish?” he asked you angrily.

“well, teahyung, you can’t say you’re not childish when you’re starting up petty arguments with me and that waiter at the restaurant,”.

“is that a yes?”.

“obviously, tae. it’s a yes,” you reply sarcastically.

“well, i think you’re wrong,” he’d speak up, trying to defend himself,

“that’s a matter of opinion,” you’d mutter under your breath as you walk away, in the direction of your shared bedroom.

“what was that?” he’d yell, grabbing you’re wrist pulling you back. taehyung has never gotten this aggressive with you, he’d never gotten angry at you and this angry looking tae was all new to you.

you hiss in pain a little as he spun you round. “ow, tae. let go, you’re hurting me,” you’d groan out of pain, but he wouldn’t loosen his grip. “taehyung. i said let go!” you yell, trying to pull your wrist out of his tight and rough hold.

“are you going to answer my question or not?” he’d say, intimidatingly, “what did you say?” he’d growl slightly, sending cold shivers down your spine.

“i said, it’s a matter of opinion,” you spat “and what that means, because obviously you can’t understand the most basic sentences, is; yes, i think you’re childish,” you added sarcastically.

“i’m not stupid, i know what it means,” he’d shout, letting go of you’re wrist carelessly.

“well, you obviously have some difficulty taking basic information in if you can’t understand the simple words ‘let go’,” you say walking away again. but once you get into your room you realise he’s followed you. “tae, just leave me alone. you’ve shouted at me, bruised my wrist, what are you gonna d now?” smack me?“ you say sassily, taking a suitcase out of the large storage cupboard next to your bed.

"what are you doing?” he asks, watching you’re every movement.

“packing my bags, what does it look like?”.

“what? why are you packing your bags?” he asks again.

“well, what else would i do? i’m not staying in the same house as the man who just physically hurt me,” you reply chucking a few shirts into the black case.

“what? you’re leaving?” he says “no, you can’t leave,” he adds trying to stop you from packing your things.

“no, tae!” you yell “I’ve had enough. i remember when i first got with you, it was my dream relationship, but now…. now, you’re jealous all the time. you act like someone is going to steal me away from you, you treat me like an object. i’m not your fucking possession tae!” i’m a person, not a toy.“ you rant, tears filling your eyes.

you truly loved this man, but recently this relationship hasn’t been what it should be like. he’s be jealous, angry, and just down right pathetic. and you honestly couldn’t take it, you couldn’t take being treat like his possession. you just had enough of everything.

"no, please…” he’d whimper “you can’t leave me, you’re the only thing I’ve got. yeah, i have the boys but they don’t make me feel the way you make me feel, they don’t make me feel so loved up to the point where i can’t breath,” he’d cry out. a small, thin tear would cut the skin on his cheek and slice it’s way down do his chin, and then falling onto his shirt.

“i’m sorry, tae. i just can’t, not anymore,” you’d sigh zipping up the case and dragging it out the room, just to have him follow you once again. he’d block the door way with his kind of tall frame and try to convince you to stay, but you wasn’t having any of it.

“please, i love you,” he’d coke out. that’s one phrase that didn’t leave his mouth that often, you hardly ever heard those words anymore. it was like 'i love you’ was a taboo in your relationship at this point, that last time he said that was months ago when he wasn;t so cold and so distant.

“but you need to show it, if you loved me you shouldn’t have treat me the way you did,” you shrug as he steps aside, realising there was nothing he could do. “and, i love you too tae,” you’d say opening your shared- well, now his- apartment.

“fine then, leave! i don’t need you, it’s not like it’s hard for me to get another girl anyway. have a great life!” he shout as you close the door behind you, walking out of his life- 'for good’, as you thought to yourself.

but the moment he realised you weren’t coming back he just sat there and wondered what he did and how it all went wrong.

“if i had made a different choice, would you have not left?” he mutters, the warmth of his breath hitting his knees as he shrivelled up into a ball on the floor beside the doorway. crying.
he didn’t think he’d ever stop crying, and could never stop loving you.

“where did it all go wrong?” he’d ask himself “what can i do to change this? what can i do to get her back?”.

Originally posted by cutae-hyungie

Jimin;

(i kind of made this one as if jimin had anger issues/problems, like i know he supposedly is scary but i mean as if he gets angry way to easily over the littlest things… if you get what im saying?)

you both walked into you’re shared apartment. you just caught him slagging you off to the other boys behind your back, and you’re defiantly not happy about it.

“jimin..” you speak out quietly. and he looks over at you. “why did you say that stuff? if you really thought it, you’d say it to my face. right?” you added. he tried to reply but it was like his mouth was closed shut. he had literally no idea why he did say those horrible things about you because he knew he didn’t mean any of it, he could never think that way about you. he didn’t know if it was for attention, or if he really is just a dick.

“jimin, did you hear me?” you ask again, waving your hands in front of his dazed face.

“yes!” he yells, making you flinch a little, “yes, i heard you,” he said in a softer tone realising he scared you a little. “im sorry…” he whispers “im sorry for shouting. i didn’t mean to,” he adds backing away from you.

“it’s okay jimin,” you sigh, not being able to look up at him. he hated that. he hated that you couldn’t even look him in eyes; out of fear, hate, disgust… he didn’t know, but he still hated and was scared of that very look. “but seriously, why did you say it? why did you say those things?” you ask.

“i don’t know..” he mutters under his breath trying to avoid the cold stare you was now giving him.

“jimin, how do you not know? you don’t just have a bad say and start saying disgusting things about the ones you love,” you explained, getting a little annoyed yourself.

“well, i don’t know why i said it. maybe for attention? maybe because i'm a complete dick?” he spoke out, quoting what you said to him before you started dating, before you knew about his problems. you remember that day vividly; you was hanging with the boys and he was being rude, just as rude as he was about you about 20 minutes ago, and you called him a complete dick… a few months later you were dating, but that’s not the point!

“i lied,” he spoke out… lied about what? you thought to yourself. “to myself,” he added, “i lied, you can’t love me,” he explained quietly. looking at you, sadness in his eyes.

“what? what are you talking about jimin?” you ask him, extremely confused to what he was on about. one minute you was asking him why he said what he did, and now he’s saying he can’t be loved… that does make sense. you said in your own head.

“leave, _____,” he spoke out, taking a deep breath afterwards.

“what?” you reply, “why should i leave?” you ask him.

“because you can’t love me. im unlovable. how can you love me when im like this?” he shouted, scaring you again.

“unlovable? but i love you!” he yell back out of confusion.

“no you don’t, no you really don’t,” he said back, louder then before. angry jimin meant scary jimin, and you was defiantly scared at this point. you’ve always put up with it though, it’s not his fault and he can’t help it.

“jimin, don’ be stupid. of course-” “no, _____!” he shouted over you “no you don’t! now get your stuff and leave,” he added, screaming.

“fine, then. i don’t wanna love someone who screams at me and tells me to leave for no reason,” you yell back. this is enough. you can’t live like this, you love jimin but you can’t have this every time you argue. it’s like time is repeating itself.

jimin just stood there. thoughts popping into his head. of course she can’t love me, i’ll just hurt her. i’ll break her down, i’ll destroy her. she deserves better there’s no other way.

“goodbye jimin!” you yell slamming the door behind you. he couldn’t believe he just did that, he just told the only person he’s really cared for to get out of his life. the only person who understood him was gone… because he told her too!
it’s madness.

he stood there, picturing you walking down the apartment block corridor- crying. all he wanted to do was run after you and say that he’s sorry, but this was the best thing.

“i lied,” he told himself quietly, choking on the air around him. “i lied, because there’s no reason to love me,”.

(i know this one isn’t really a proper argument, but i did say im not that good at doing angst so yeah… have this instead)

Originally posted by parkjiminer

Jungkook;

as you unlock your door slowly, you hear some voices from your kitchen in your shared apartment with jungkook. oh, are the boys here? you though to yourself. you closed the door quietly, trying not to slam it.

as i walked further into our apartment, you noticed the shadow of two figures. and the presence of a female voice. “jungkook,” you speak out quietly. please tell me he’s not doing what i think he’s doing.

“jungkook!” you yell. he was doing exactly that. he was with another girl. he was kissing her. “what the actual fuck, jungkook!” you add angrily, whilst he looked at you with a puzzled face.

“shit, _____. i thought you weren’t home for another hour or so?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck, pushing this random girl off him.

“well, obviously not. i finished work early, so i thought i’d surprise you with a dinner since i though you were out with the boys,” you explained. staring at this girl who was just eating your boyfriends face off.

“get out then!” he yelled at this random girl, and as she walked out she turned to me saying; “i’m so sorry. he told me he was single,” and then finished with her sentence with “a whole month ago,”.

once she left the house, you looked at him. disgust in your eyes. “aren’t you leaving too?” you asked him as he stood there silently.

“what?” he replied, looking at you shocked.

“didn’t you hear what i said?” you question him. “i said go!” you add raising your voice at your boyfriend of 9 months.

“why?”.

“jungkook! are you stupid? are you thick in the head? you’ve been cheating on me for a whole month, and whose to say that this is the first time,” you replied to him angrily.

“well…” jungkook spoke out, trying to find a way to justify himself. but even he knew this was unjustifiable. “well, maybe if you wasn’t so clingy i wouldn’t have done that,” he said, finishing his sentence off.

“so now it’s my fault?” you ask him “it’s my fault you can't keep your dick in your pants,” you added, astonished by this complete bullshit.

“well, yeah,” he said uneasily.

“get the fuck out!” you yell at him “go on, run after your slut,” you added pointing towards the door. you couldn’t believe he’d done this to you, how could he ever do this to you?

he just stood there, not moving at all. “okay then…” you say quietly walking out the kitchen and into your shared bedroom.

“what are you doing?” he asks you, after following you into the room. but he already had an idea of what was going on, you was leaving him, and honestly he couldn’t blame you at all. what he did was inexcusable and revolting. how could he have done this to the women he loved more then anything?

“what does it look like? i’m obviously leaving,” you replied sassily pushing a few clothes into a small-ish bag.

“please… don’t leave,” he said quietly, knowing it wouldn’t change anything. you ignored him and shoved right past him, not even acknowledging his existence. he didn’t even try and stop you from walking away, he just watched you.  

he watched you walk out of your 'shared’ house. he watched you walk out his life… forever.

he stood there and whispered to himself; “i need to get her back,”. and he though, that’s what my heart wants but i need to give her time. time for this wound to heal, that’s if it ever will.

“i just wish,” he spoke out “i wish to run to that place, in the direction that my heart is leading to,” he added, sitting on the floor. “in the direction of her, once again. just one day…”.

Originally posted by jjeonguk

ayo ladies and gentlemen!
yes, i just did that…
hey! how are you guys?

to the anon that requested this, im so sorry it took way to long to write up. ive just been at school and haven’t really had time, especially since ive been fan-girling over everything that has been happening. but it’s here noe, and thank you for requesting!

requests are open! and im gonna try and get through as many as possible tonigh so go ahead and request something..
also, ive been thinking about doing exo reacts ect. would you guys like that? because ive started to get into the recently, and i think i know them well enough now to start writing about them.

here’s my masterlist, so go check that out!
love ya all.
~ kala
previous post; you drop the “l bomb”

An Open Letter To The People Of France

The 7 May is going to be your day to choose, to vote for a new president. 

I am very much a German and I do realise that some of you might think now that I probably shouldn’t say anything, as Germany has its own problems with the right-wing etc. (but our election is in September and not in six days) but I’m here, I’m upset and I’m gonna say this anyway:

YOU, every SINGLE ONE of you (French people), who are of voting age, NEED, MUST, HAVE TO go VOTE on MAY 7. 
This is your DUTY. 

You have the RIGHT to vote in a DEMOCRATIC country and if you can’t even do that, then you do not have the right to complain about the politics in your country.
You also do not have the right to complain, if you make your vote ballot INVALID/VOID/CAST IT IN BLANK. That is NOT how you protest vote. This election you should not protest vote at all! This isn’t some joking business, the right-wing IS on the rise and if you do not realise that Le Pen and her people are NAZIS, then you need to slap yourself right in the face. 

You go VOTE and you do it PROPERLY, no funny business just because you’re mad that both candidates are shitty.
You know which nation also thought both of their candidates to be the same level of awful?
Oh? Yeah? That’s right! THE USA. And you know who they got? TRUMP. Nasty right-wing ass racist homophobic sexist ablist fuck Donald Trump. 
And if any of you think that that was a BAD IDEA… then you should know what to do. 

If any of you, mainly the left-wingers who were for Melenchon, have any kind of compassion in you, any kind of realist thoughts, any kind of mind for the future of the lesser fortunate than you… then you should know what to do on May 7. 

I know you’re upset Melenchon did not make it to the final round but NEITHER DID BERNIE SANDERS. This does NOT give you the right to NOT go vote.
 
If you’re all rage against Trump, then you should know what to do on May 7. 

If you’re against Nazis and right-wing bullshit, then you should know what to do on May 7. 

Macron needs the votes, especially the votes of the youth and the left-leaning. 

Le Pen is going to get her votes either way, probably the Fillon voters, too and all the votes of people, who voted for other conservative/right-leaning parties. 

This is not a time to be dumb, blinded by anger. This is the time to make the right choice and that is to vote for Macron on May 7. 
If you cannot see how he is the better choice than Nazi-bride Le Pen? Then I can’t help you. 

Also, as a side note, Frexit? Does that, after Brexit, seem like a good idea to you? You know full well that France profits from the EU (as did the UK). 
THE EU IS NOT THE DEVIL. THE EURO IS NOT THE DEVIL. BRUSSELS IS NOT THE DEVIL. The EU did so many great things, achieved so many great stuff, are we just gonna forget about that? Are we gonna forget that a treaty between FRANCE and Germany was the foundation for the EU? 
Cooperating with Germany is NOT a bad thing, cooperation with the EU is profitable and certainly does not take away from your French nationality.

You’re not less French, just because France is in the EU. 
You are FRENCH AND EUROPEAN. Just like Namibians are African. Just like Chinese are Asian. 
Being European and part of the EU does NOT take away from your identity. It adds. (Although, and that is just my personal opinion, your national identity should NOT weigh as much in any decision as it does… for a lot of people.)

So.

Ni Macron, ni Le Pen?

Is the wrong fucking mantra, is the wrong fucking motto. 

Melenchon is OUT of the RACE. 

Your decision now lies between MACRON and LEPEN. 

And if you decide to throw away your vote and with that your voice? A lot of things are going to change for the worse once Le Pen is president and you need to be aware that this is a possibility that can happen, that will happen. See: USA + Trump. Even also see: Turkey + Erdogan. (Also perhaps see: Hungary + Orban). 

You don’t like Macron? Fine. Make his time as a president absolute HELL. 
But be aware that he IS left-leaning and he is more likely to listen to your demands than Le Pen. Le Pen is NOT going to help the left. She is not going to listen to your voices. Le Pen is going to try to appeal to the less right and more center (conservative) voters. And she will succeed, with what I heard she even talked about that she’s not going to force Frexit upon France? That is, what we Germans call it: Wählerfang (voter catch/haul/hunt). That is what most politicans do, of course, but with her it’s dangerous. She’s gonna promise less radical things to appeal to the people. That is dangerous.

It’s dangerous especially when the young left-leaning voters are throwing their vote away, just because they don’t like Macron. 
THIS IS NOT THE TIME.
DO YOU WANT TO END UP WITH A NAZI?

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, go vote on May 7 and choose wisely.
This is not the time to protest vote.
Once Macron is president, you can protest, you can will him to listen to your demands.

EUROPE NEEDS TO STAY FREE AND LIBERAL. 
THE WORLD IS FULL OF PROBLEMS AND WE NEED A UNITED EUROPE, A EUROPE THAT CAN WORK TOGETHER. 
THAT IS NOT POSSIBLE WITH RIGHT-WING LEADERS. 
IF EVERY COUNTRY WILL ONLY BE THERE FOR ITSELF ANYMORE AND ONLY ACT IN THEIR OWN INTERESTS (eg. France to the French, Britain to the British etc.), THEN THE OUTCOME OF THAT WILL BE TERRIBLE. 

We don’t need this.

We don’t need Le Pen.

We don’t need Petry… or now Alice Weidel, I guess(?)

We don’t need Trump.

We need a Free World and a United Europe. 

#POUREMMANUELMACRON

#POURL’EUROPE

And while everyone’s attention is on Trump, the Romanian government has just overturn an anti corruption law and set free inmates serving sentences of up to five years for non-violent crimes.
This means that about 2,500 people, including several elected officials and magistrates who are behind bars after being convicted of corruption, will be released.
The law allows anyone that has stolen or will stole less than 45k euro to not face charges. The law was approved tonight at 10 pm even though people are protesting for weeks against it and last night 40000 people protested only in Bucharest.
I have always loved my country even though people don’t have the best opinion about us but now, in this moment, I am ashamed, I want to scream and I just want really really bad to just fucking punch them. They have humiliated us, they have ignored us and they’ve approved this law like cowards in the middle of the night.
We will not stop here. We will do all we can to stop them. They are sending us away and just sell the country piece by piece but we will not go down without a fight. Not as long as we are breathing!

I’m so happy Lars is finally beginning to have confidence in himself and is in a place where he can be himself.

IMO, I like to think that thanks to that, he will finally stop idolizing the Cool Kids and will stop seeing them as something ‘special’ (something that always bothered me bc it looked like an unhealthy attitude that Lars insisted so much on impressing them and always put them on a pedestal. In order to please them, he always pretended to be another person and repressed his own tastes and activities, and even for them he ended up hurting others).

I mean, like Sadie said,

“Like, not like ‘he thinks’, but, like - they’re actually cool people.

How’s he going to realize that if he doesn’t give them a chance?”

A Promise Is A Promise {Chae Hyungwon + Shin Hoseok}

Prompt: hi, I really wanna a smut game 3 with Wonho and Hyungwon with numbers 1,2 and 4 pretty please THANK YOU

Pairing: Hyungwon x Reader x Hoseok

Word Count: 5.5k

Warning: smut, oral (male receiving), DP, ass play, ass eating, spanking, daddy kink, oppa kink, chubby reader (not really warning, but you know how people are,)

Requests Open || Smut Game 1 || Smut Game 2 || Smut Game 3 || BTS Masterlist || GOT7 Masterlist || Monsta X Masterlist

Cr. Cr.2

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anonymous asked:

So, was Star waiting for a response when she confessed? She waited a couple of seconds and just left after seeing Marco speechless and confused. Now that I think about it, any response (either positive or negative) from Marco would had made the situation worse.

I don’t think she was expecting any kind of response, she herself said “I know that you don’t feel the same way”. 

She didn’t start crying (in my opinion, at least) due to Marco’s silence -that lasted barely a second anyway, but because the pain of having to go was too much to her. She did what she absolutely had to, tell Marco the truth, but staying any longer would have made everything even harder, so she ran away, with a teary goodbye to all the people in her life.

hamilton characters as texts from our group chats
  • Aaron Burr: "yup, im full of bad decisions and shitty judgment"
  • John Laurens: "i guess nothing about me is straight *does finger guns, trips, falls down stairs*"
  • Lafayette: "thanks also kindly fuck off"
  • Hercules Mulligan: "WHY AM I FRIENDS WITH THIS TYPE OF PEOPLE Y'ALL SUCK"
  • Alexander Hamilton: "i cannot be quiet for the life of me"
  • Eliza Schuyler: "but wait till its like mad late and cuddle your way out of it"
  • Angelica Schuyler: "imma fucking grab you and throw you in the trash where you belong"
  • Peggy Schuyler: "my parents are sleeping im not going to fucking lunch they can't see if i did or not ahahahahah HAHAHAHAHAH"
  • George Washington: "stillllll i worry i'm the mum friend i can't help it"
  • Samuel Seabury: "*does jazz hands, dances away*"
  • Charles Lee: "ALL I DO IS COMPLAIN"
  • King George III: "i actually have an evil smile on my face right now sbahfjskf its so fun being in command"
  • Thomas Jefferson: "im not going to consider your opinion cause it makes mine wrong"
  • James Madison: "I DID NOT COME HERE TO BE DRAGGED"
  • Philip Hamilton: "at least im going to die with style"
  • Maria Reynolds: "i just stood in front of the mirror in my underwear for a good three minutes looking at myself like,,,, bitch"
  • John Adams: "i can't understand whats happening"
DEAR EVAN HANSEN DISCOURSE

Ok so honestly this has been bothering me for a while now and I don’t want to name names but here we go
I just want to remind everyone of a few simple facts btw don’t come after me for this I should be allowed to state my opinion without all that toxicity?????
* NO ONE deserves to be forgotten
* No one deserves to fade away???? ( ugh how many times do I have to say that)
* No one should come and go and have no one know they were even here
* NO 👏 ONE 👏 DESERVES👏 TO 👏 DISAPPEAR

anonymous asked:

Hi, I'm trying to figure out who's still on board and believes Sam and Cait are a couple. That's why I would like to ask you if you still do. I've sent this ask to other blogs as well. This weekend's events haven't changed my beliefs, so I hope there are still a few of us left. Thanks!

I feel like this is an unpopular opinion around here right now and I’ll probably lose half my followers for saying this but oh well. No I’m not still on board. I’m sorry but if my boyfriend was off traveling the world with some other woman and going to family weddings etc, he’d have been dumped long ago. I just can’t explain it away anymore. I was fine with believing they were with other people up until January when they started ramping up the shippery goodness again and I gave in because I’m weak and couldn’t help myself, but enough is enough. 

Yes there’s plenty of things that don’t make sense and the way they behave with each other isn’t exactly acceptable if they have other people in their lives, but I feel like there’s a lot that we explained away that we shouldn’t have. Christmas and New Year’s for example. They weren’t together. We know they weren’t. Cait was in Ireland and LA. Sam was in Amsterdam and Switzerland. Tony was with Cait, MM was with Sam. Now if you want to say that that’s normal and you’d be okay with your significant other spending important holidays with someone other than you then fine, but I can’t accept that.

No one would go to this much trouble to cover up a relationship between two costars who aren’t even considered B-list stars. I don’t care about mergers and tptb and whatever else. They don’t want us to think they’re a couple so I’m going to accept that and take everything at face value from now on. Will I be tempted to hop back on board when they’re being adorable at ECCC? Yep, and maybe I will, but I’m done trying to explain away things that are right in front of my face. I’ll stick around to see what happens next but I can’t believe in something that doesn’t feel genuine anymore. 

Just Another Prank (Ethan Dolan x Reader)

Summary: A (sort of) part two to ‘Just A Prank’. Grayson asks you to help him pull a prank on your boyfriend Ethan.

Warnings: Anger and shit I guess, swearing duh

Word Count: 1,350.

A/N: Posting this in celebration of 100 followers- thank you!!

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Akame ga sexuality

First of all you need to know that this is not canon not serious and you are free to have another opinion.

But now here we go!

Leone: Probably had no trouble to get a man into her bed. Probably still has no trouble to get a man into her bed. So if she stay away after a mission and comes back in the morning with a hangover it was mating time for the lion. And don’t forget her grabbing the booty.  -> Bisexual

Akame: “Hey Akame.I heard you like eating a lot? Like to eat me out too?"  -> Lesbian thanks to Leone. Good job.

Tatsumi: “Please don’t touch me Esdeath I am still not over my dead boyfriend”. Secretly gay but he is denying it. Now forced to be hetero thanks to Mine. “Where is your dick?! What does it mean you don’t have a dick?! That’s just wrong!” Poor boy. -> At least bi.

Lubbock: Don’t we even have to talk about it? -> Hetero. Until he turns into a girl. Than lesbian.

Mine: I don’t like girls. Or boys. I don’t like anyone. But I think Tatsumi is okay. -> heterosexual but more asexual (her only true love is Pumpkin)

Chelsea: “Akame darling you look so nice, let me peek under your skirt.” -> Lesbian

Susanoo: “You can’t sleep? It’s okay. I am used to do it. Just lay down on the bed and I will help you to relax.” -> Asexual but if you are his master he has no problem to help you with YOUR little problem.

Sheele: “Uuuuuh… what is sex?” -> asexual, maybe a bit gay for her  chinese former girlfriend from the flashback.

Bulat: Same as Lubbock. I don’t need to explain it. He treats women like princesses but he would never fuck with them. A true gentelman to a lady but a real lover to the men. -> 100% Gay

Najenda: Still not over her ex. Najenda: “It’s been a while since the last time I had good sex.” Lubbock: “But we are having sex every day.” Najenda: “That doesn’t change the fact darling.” -> Bisexual (but more on the Lesbian side)

Esdeath: totally over her ex. “That bitch tried to leave me so I took her arm. And her eye. She deserved it.” Now denying her lesbian phase and focus on being hetero. -> Demisexual as fuck

Wave: In the navy… Okay nope. Let me not destroy that ship. -> Hetero and in love with Kurome.

I am sorry I don’t like the paring but hey that’s the cutest thing I ever saw

Kurome: Same as Wave. He is the only one who gets the taste of her sweets. -> Hetero

Bols: -> Hetero and happily married to his wife. (Nothing bad happened ever to them. They are alive and happy)

Run: -> Hetero even if I am sure that he would swing the way if he needs to. (Like for a mission or something.)

Dr. Stylish: -> Pansexual and still hopes that Run swings the way.

Seryu: 100% in love with Justice. -> Asexual

The Weight of the World

Okay, this is the very first request I got (iconic), I hope you like it!

REQ: ‘Hello, I was wondering if I could send in a request for a Jughead x Reader where the reader is going through a hard time at home (maybe at school too) and she meets Jughead at Pop’s bc there is no other seats and he can tell by the look on her face and how dark her under eyes are that something’s up and asks her about it even tho he barely knows her?’

Pairing: Jughead x reader

Warnings: I don't think there’s any???

Word count: 1789


My relationship with my parents was never really an overly loving one. It seemed as soon as I was old enough to think for myself their voices would breakthrough and say things like “Y/N are you doing your homework? Have you enrolled in enough extracurricular activities? Don’t even think of going to bed until you’ve studied for every subject”. And yes, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad if I had a healthy social life to balance this out, but my parents wouldn’t even allow me that, I’d have to come home from school straight away every day and get right into my studies, anything else was just unacceptable.

For most of my high school life, this was the way it was and I kind of just accepted it. That was until this year when it struck me that I literally had no friends because of this and I was absolutely miserable. I was so afraid of failure that even with my extra amounts of study, I’d stay up until ridiculous hours at night just to make sure I would definitely get an A on a stupid project or essay.

After weeks of deliberation, I decided that I needed to confront my parents and tell them I needed a normal teenage life, complete with friends and maybe even a boyfriend. The fact that this idea seemed so far-fetched made me want to cry. Today was finally going to be the day I’d face them.

 I mustered up all my courage on a particularly cold Friday after school and decided it was now or never. After I eventually reached my house, I carefully walked through the front door making sure to wipe my feet on the dull brown doormat that read ‘home sweet home’ as I’d been told to do so many times before. Instead of my usual pattern of going straight up to my room, I went to find my mother in the kitchen.  

 Just my luck my dad was there too, freshly home from work. “Hey, guys can I talk to you?” I started, barely noticing that my hands were shaking. I told them about where my head was at and I calmly explained that I needed more balance in my life. I guess I wasn’t that surprised when I was met with immediate retaliation. Spitting words at me like venom, they made it seem as though I was proposing something absolutely absurd, I could feel the weight of the world crashing down on me, suffocating me.

 When my mother said, “Y/N if you don’t fully commit yourself, you’ll never end up like us, you’ll be worthless and a burden on society”. That one statement made something click inside my brain, I looked up at her with tears stinging my eyes and said, “Mother, I never EVER want to end up like you and dad, I’d rather be dead than end up like you!” A look of shock flashed upon my parent’s faces and maybe a hint of remorse? I didn’t give myself time to analyse their expressions or wait for a reply, I quickly ran to the front door to get out of the house. I needed to get away, go somewhere, anywhere.

 The cool late afternoon breeze hit my face as I quickly walked down the street, drying my tears. There was really only one place that could make me feel better right now and I noticed myself walking there almost as if I was on auto-pilot.

 Ahhhh Pop’s, my place of solitude, and in my opinion Riverdale’s most iconic location. I walked up to the door and stepped inside. There was something about the retro vibe of Pop’s choc-lit-shoppe that made the atmosphere incredibly soothing for me.  I quickly made my way to the counter, ordering a chocolate milkshake, which was always my personal favourite. Pop handed me my milkshake with a big grin “Thanks, Pop, you’re the best,” I said with a weak smile. I turned on my heel to scan the rest of the area out for a free booth. To my disappointment, all the booths were occupied, mainly by happy looking families, which made my heart feel heavy.

 I started to make my way towards the very back of the choc-lit-Shoppe when my eyes landed on a raven-haired boy in a beanie viciously typing away on his laptop. I knew him to be Jughead Jones, we had advanced English together and he also happened to be my very first crush when I was 6 years old, I smiled to myself, thinking of how happy and innocent life was back then. 

He stared so intently at his screen and seemed so immersed in what it was he was doing, I thought he surely wouldn’t care if I came and sat down. At this point, I didn’t even really care myself I just needed to release my frustrations on this chocolate milkshake. So I stealthily slid down into the seat opposite him, placing my milkshake gently on the table in front of me.

 It seemed Jughead had the reflexes of a fox as he immediately lowered his laptop screen and looked at me with a furrowed brow and a blank expression “Um can I help you?” he asked in a questioning tone. I sighed, “Hey uh sorry, there was just nowhere else to sit and I just needed to sit a chill out for a bit, if it bothers you I can leave” I managed to blurt out. He looked at me for a second taking in my withered and sleep-deprived appearance, a look he himself knew all too well “No, uh its fine you can stay”. 

I gave him a weak smile and looked down at my shake expecting that to be the last of our conversation, thankfully I was wrong. “Aren’t you Y/N? We have advanced English together right? You wrote that tragically beautiful essay on Shakespeare, I remember” Jughead said closing his laptop fully, putting all his attention on me. “Yeah that’s me, and we most certainly do” I started, the corners of my mouth threatening a smile “I can’t believe the Jughead Jones is complimenting my writing ability” I chuckled, he looked at me with a puzzled expression so I continued “I’ve been reading the blue and gold and I’ve also heard you read a couple of your essays in class, you’re really amazing Jughead”.

 A small smile crept up on his face when I said this, which from what I’ve observed over the years was a thing Jughead never really wore. “Thanks”, his tone quickly changed and a more serious look had fallen back upon his face “hey do you mind if I ask what you’re doing here at this time? I mean usually every teenager in this godforsaken town is at home right now eating dinner with their parents or getting drunk with their friends, not hanging around Pop’s ordering chocolate milkshakes” He finished. 

A quick replay of the today’s past events flashed in my brain like a horror movie and the sting of it hit me all over again. The feelings inside must of translated onto my face because Jughead quickly said, “Look, I know it’s not my place but, if you need someone to talk to, I’m here, I know we barely know each other, but sometimes talking to someone you don’t really know about your problems, can be easier than talking to someone you’re close with” he had this look in his eyes that made me believe he was being genuine, so I decided to take him up on his offer.

 “Well, I won’t bore you with the details but my parents have just been putting me under crazy amounts of pressure at school lately, to the point where I have zero social life because every waking second of my free time is spent studying, so much so that I’m just emotionally and physically exhausted” I sighed, pausing for a second “So tonight I told them I was done trying to be their perfect child and I needed time for myself yano, to be myself and not some robot. This, of course, set them off and I pretty much got told I was going to end up on the streets doing drugs or getting pregnant and to not come crawling back to them when my life goes down the gutter, so I just left and decided to come to Pop’s for some chocolate therapy” I let a small breathy laugh at how ridiculous my parents must sound to Jughead.

 “Wow, your parents sound like a tough crowd Y/N” Jughead said looking right at me “Yeah, you’re telling me” I rolled my eyes. “So are you going to keep up your freedom campaign, when you get home?” He asked “Yes, I think I will, I need time to be an actual teenager and maybe make some actual friends” I lightly smiled. “Well, pass me your phone, I’ll put my number in it and you can call me whenever your parents are giving you a hard time or if you just want to talk, I’m usually the lone wolf type but us writers are a dying breed and need to stick together” He half smiled motioning for me to hand over my phone.

 I quickly obeyed his gesture “Thanks for listening to me Jug, you were completely right, it so much easier practically talking to a stranger, I feel like a small weight has been lifted” I replied with a goofy smile on my face. “Well technically we’re not strangers anymore Y/N, we’re connected on a deeper level” he said tying his number in and passing my phone back “Again, you’re definitely not wrong” I laughed “but now I think its only fair I get to know more about you mister Jones, you’re quite the mystery”. He paused for a second, icy blue eye peering into mine “Every great mystery becomes unravelled with time” was all he replied with a small smirk plastered on his face.

 We spent the next two hours talking about books and music, I felt surprisingly really comfortable with Jughead. And eventually as the night drew on I made my way home only to find myself not worrying about what my parents would think of me, but more so on my future and what a positive thing it would be. I also couldn’t help but smile at the thought of the new friend I had just made, my mysterious new friend who loved Pink Floyd and hamburgers. The self-described great mystery himself, Jughead Jones. He really was a mystery, one I was incredibly eager to solve and I had a feeling that in time I was going to do just that.

High School Related Dialogue Prompts

•"No! You can’t mix those chemicals together, they’ll-“
• “Quit trying to woo me with your lame jokes; we have a project to do.”
• “Yeah um… Thanks for catching that basketball before it hit me.”
• “Homework buddies?”.
• “You and I are the only ones who take this class seriously, so partners?”
• “This is vandalizing!”. “It’s writing our initials on a broken desk, chill.”
• “I’m so lost, please help.”
• “ Stupid freshma-.“ “I’m a senior so shut the hell up.”
• “Bet you can’t beat me in the pacer.”
• “Just get the flipping burger and stop holding up the line!”.
•"You need to train me before the season starts or I have no hope of making the team.“
• “Please, I need the answers for 1-10, just this one time.” “Oh so the future Yale alumni didn’t do their homework?”. “I’ll let you cheat off my test.” “Fine.”
• “I’ll give you my last stick of gum in exchange for the WiFi password.”
• “Whoever is making the locker room smell like lilacs, tell me what you’re buying.”
• “You need volunteer hours for National Honor Society, please just tutor me.”
• “Five points off for neatness, what the heck!”. “Have you seen your handwriting?”.
• “Meet me behind the school after class.”
• “Excuse me, would you like to read that note in front of the whole class?”. “Sure why not, but I’m warning you it’s not exactly PG.”
• “Crap! Did I just give you a concussion with my locker door?”.
• “I can’t go to homecoming alone; I’ll look like a loser.” “Same. We can go together to avoid the embarrassment if you want.”
• “I forgot about the no spaghetti strap rule, give me your hoodie before a teacher notices.”
• “If you make me late for class again I’ll tell my angry Spanish teacher that I was temporarily kidnapped.”
• “Next time there’s a lock down and we’re all squished in a corner, can you not dig your elbow into my stomach?”.
• “Wrong bathroom, bud.” “I’m aware, I was meeting someone.” “Well it looks like that someone isn’t coming, but I can hear the jangling keys of a teacher who is.”
• “Well sitting 3 to a seat in a crowded bus is not fun.” “You practically sitting on my lap was.”
• “My amazing acting skills in the romance scene have nothing to do with my opinion of you at all.”
• “This was supposed to be a simple class skit not an entire play.”
• “The school library is closed for renovations, so my house it is.”
• “Why would you call me ‘sweetheart’ at the open house night? Now my parents think there’s something going on between us.”
• “I don’t have a crush on him, I just admire his dedication to the sport… Okay, he does have a killer body but that’s not the point.”
• “I’m going to be valedictorian because I worked my ass off for it. I’ll be damned if you take that away from me.”
• “It was supposed to be a simple four mile run for cross country practice. I had to carry you two miles back to the school.”
• “Omg, we’re twinning! … Sorry that sounded really obnoxious.” “No, it’s fine. By the way, good fashion choice.”
• “What the fudge, you spilled ketchup on me you son of a … wait you’re cute. Wait, did I just say that out loud?”.
• “Why would you invite me of all people to the party?”. “Well I was kinda hoping you could be my designated driver. . .”.
• “Thank God for field trips.”
• “I’m so hungry, just give me a chip.”
• “Are those my missing gel pens? You thieving-.”
• “Hey, come back here! You left your phone…”
• “Wanna start a club?”
• “No PDA on school property; you’re going to get us in trouble.”
• “Why was your traitorous ass wearing the other team’s colors?”.
• “We both know that whoever makes the best cookies is going to win student council president.” “Well I happen to be a great baker.”
• “I know you’re my fake prom date, but I really need a good instagram picture.”
• “Senior trip is gonna be lit.”
• “For the gender reversal football game, I’ll sign up to be a cheerleader if you agree to play in the game.”
• “The bus isn’t gonna be here for another 4 minutes and it’s pouring. Just get under the umbrella.”
• “We should memorize a conversation in French and walk into the class saying it so the teacher is impressed.”
• “Why are little hand sanitizer containers in your lunch box not a thing anymore?”. “All good things must come to an end at some point.”
• “I’ll bet you five bucks I got a worse test score.”
• “Why are we the only 2 people in this classroom? The bell rang 5 minutes ago.”
• “Practice ended early and I don’t have a ride until later. I guess in stuck here for another 45 minutes.”
• “I swear to God, poke me with that pencil again and I’ll make you regret it.”
• “Being the ‘hot’, mysterious new kid doesn’t give you a free pass to be a jerk.”
• “Of course someone had to print a 60 page packet when I need my essay printed by next period.”
• “Okay I’ll be nice and carry your books for you, but only because I broke your arm.”

DGM225 - Translation Notes

It’s (finally) that time again! After six long months, we have a new chapter to chew on, and it’s more than half a dozen pages long. One could weep. :’P

I’d like to thank the StarBuds team for working so hard and so enthusiastically with me on this. You guys are my heroes. (@krorys​, @shinylyni, @togaochi, and our very welcome new friend @1000glaceons)

Read the chapter HERE!

Now: if you’re so inclined, please venture below the cut for some notes on our translation choices and the inevitable untranslatable odds and ends.

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