Jackson pounds at my door. To cause no disturbance, I prop it open to ask that he respect my neighbors if not me. “Jackson, it’s 11pm for goodness sake—”
His rude lips cut me short even taking my breath away. He turns me around to push me against my door as a way to close it as well as hold me captive. I can smell the whiskey from his breath. I can nearly taste it. He’s not drunk, but he sure is weak. Jackson grits, “I fucking miss you, you know that? I hate that you suggested we break up because god, I’m doing miserable.” Jackson’s eyes gloss. They shine with misery, but he doesn’t let a single tear escape.
“Coming here won’t make you feel any better,” I say as I try not to show any desperate reaction. “—and let’s not forget, we never dated. You were in many open relationships and I just so happened to misunderstand your intentions.” I bite my tongue as I admit my stupidity. The cut across my chest is fresh once again. “So stop coming here. I have nothing to offer you.” At the statement, I suddenly remember all the times I thought he made love to me to only find out much later that I was nothing but another outlet of relief. I’ve let him in so many times because I was fooled and I am not letting myself fall once again.
“You don’t understand—”
“I don’t want to, Jackson. I thought I understood you, but I was proven wrong and I’m not going to try anymore.”
“Just listen to me. I regret not making everything clear, but I know that I really want to keep you in my life. I messed up—a whole lot, but I want you.”
I interrupt, “No, you don’t. You don’t want me. You never did. You just needed me. Some days for coffee and some nights for company.” My voice aches as it tells the damn truth and my eyes decide to let it be known that my pain is far worse than his. Tears stream unending. “You gave me dreams I thought were real and then you crush them from your own selfishness. Or more like it, I crushed them myself from my stupidity.”
Jackson’s thumbs trail up to my cheeks to wipe away my weakness, but I swipe them down to clear the tears myself. I don’t ever want him to think I need someone else’s hands to make me feel strong or wanted.
“Don’t say that,” Jackson commands. “None of it was your fault.”
“I’m glad you’re taking responsibility, but it’s way too late now. I’m not taking back my decision.”
“Please. Please just let me have one chance. I can make it better. I can show you I truly mean what I say.”
I put my palm over the area of his heart and sadly smile. It was always something I did to feel his heartbeat, to test if it ever raced for me. “If a heart beats the same as it always did, it’s hard to believe there’s a change of heart.”
Hearing my disheartening words, he holds my hand tighter against his chest. “I need you to believe me. Tell me what I need to do to make you believe me.”
I shake my head, “You can’t come begging for love.” I swallow hard, “Because I was once a beggar for your love and it left me broken, so I suggest you to stay away from me.”
“Because I will leave you broken too.”
“i am not a hotel room i am home i am not the whiskey you want i am the water you need don’t come here with expectations and try to make a vacation out of me.”
– Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey
Requested by Anon: Could I request one where Barry Allen and you have been together for a long time but one night he comes home from STAR labs in a really bad mood. He starts yelling at you and throwing this at you (like glass cups and plates). You lock yourself in the bathroom all night and he regrets it in the morning because he watches you ignore him, cry, and hurt yourself. He tries to fix what he has broke and stuff like that. I love you so much!
“I’m home.” Barry called loudly, but something in his voice was off. he sounded emotionless and rained. You walked towards him and went to hug him, but he pushed you away. You stepped back, hurt etched on your features.
“Is something wrong?” You asked, eyeing him worriedly. His behaviour was off and you figured that something had happened during the day to upset him.
“I’m fine.” He snapped back and your response died on your lips. Clearly, he wasn’t in the mood for conversation and you were willing to wait until he was happy to talk about whatever had happened. You’d ordered some food and had it all set up on the table. Barry walked over to it, slumping into his chair and started eating without you. You quietly sat in your seat and ate, occasionally glancing at him. When you were finished, you went to wash the dishes with Barry.
“Look, I know something’s bothering you, so can you please talk to me? Maybe I can help.” You asked and Barry slammed a plate onto the ground, smashing it to pieces. Cringing at the sound, you stopped washing and looked at him. His eyes were angry.
“Oh, you think you can help? What do you know about my work? You wouldn’t understand it. All I want is for you to shut up and leave me in peace, but you can’t even manage that simple task.” Barry spit, anger pouring out of every word. Tears stung your eyes as he spoke.
“Barry, I only asked a question. Sorry for trying to help.” You rolled your eyes and Barry threw another plate at the wall.
“Well, your version of helping seems a lot like hindering. You always need me around. I practically work two jobs and then you expect me to constantly be there for you. All you do is drag me down.” Barry glared at you and grabbed some glasses, throwing them at the wall. Swiftly, you left the kitchen and ran to the bathroom. You locked the door, shutting Barry out and crumpled against it.
You woke up, your head pressed against the tiled floor and remembered how you’d slept in the bathroom, too scared to go anywhere near Barry after he’d exploded. Whilst you knew he’d never hit you, you’d been terrified by how enraged he’d become.
You listened for sound and quietly unlocked the door. Slowly, you crept towards your bedroom and noticed that Barry was gone. Part of you was relieved, but the other was scared that he’d gone forever and it saddened you that the relationship had ended so badly. You made your way downstairs and froze when you saw Barry cleaning the kitchen. His eyes flicked up and he stood up when he saw you.
“I was, um, cleaning up the mess I made. From last night.” Barry explained awkwardly and you hugged yourself.
“I can see.” It was your turn to give the curt responses, not knowing how to feel after the events of last night.
“I messed up.”
“Yeah, you did. Big time.” Barry’s face fell and your expression softened slightly.
“It’s just…I had a bad day and I took it out on you and I shouldn’t have. But I didn’t mean any of it, honestly. You’re so important to me and I don’t want to lose you over my stupidity.” Barry explained, stepping towards you. You backed away, still not able to trust him.
“I can’t just jump back into your arms after that. That’s not how it works. You scared me Barry and that’s a side of you I can’t pretend isn’t there.” You explained and his face was crushed.
“It’s a side of me you’ll never see again, I swear.”
“I don’t know that. All I can think of is what happened. That’s why I need to move out.” You replied simply.
“Let me show you. Let me win back your trust. Let me fix things.” Barry pleaded and you debated the idea, wondering if you’d ever really trust him again.
“I’ll give you a chance. But I’m still moving out, for now anyway. if things get better, then we’ll see. For now, I’m not making any promises.” You explained and Barry nodded, grateful that you were giving him a chance.
“I understand. Do…do you think we could maybe grab a drink sometime soon?” Barry asked hopefully and you appreciated the effort.
since i have a nephew and a niece, sometimes i like to observe and compare how they’re being raised and what i notice shocks me so much. like, my baby niece has just turned one recently, this month, and they already show her how to rock a doll to sleep. why do you do that, guys? maybe she doesn't want it? maybe she wants to crush the fucking lego aeroplane against the wall? or play with a toy dinosaur? she’s ONE year old, she doesn’t need that information yet (in order to socialise in our gender-norms driven world)! stop forcing your stupid gender roles on babies! let them decide themselves what they like and what they want to play with or how to dress and in what colours! also, it makes me so mad when they say that it’s already important to dress her in ‘girls’ clothes and give her ‘girls’ toys “because it affects her already”. listen, when he was the same age as my niece now and even older, my nephew used to play with a toy stroller - what is considered to be “a girly thing” - and it still didn’t affect him anyhow, he didn’t want to“become a girl” or something like that. he played with both, ‘boys’ and ‘girls’ toys and he still stayed the same. toys don’t have any effect on the gender identity and expression of a kid. so why force all those things on kids? why can’t we just let them be what they want to be like?
Well I love that you're happy so if you want to continue to happy rant feel free!
Lol I feel so STUPID
BUT ALSO SHE’S AMAAAAAZING
SHE ALWAYS SMILES AT ME AND MAKES ME FEEL BETTER ABOUT MYSELF AND I FEEL LIKE I MUST ANNOY HER BUT SHE HAS NEVER EVER LET IT SHOW IF I DO
I REALIZED JUST HOW BIG OF A CRUSH I HAD ON HER FOR YEARS AT THE END OF MY SOPHOMORE YEAR WHEN WE HAD ENGLISH AND AMERICAN HISTORY TOGETHER AND WOAH BOY
WE COLLABED ON PROJECTS AND SHE CAN WRITE SO WELL WE ENDED UO WITH ABOUT 9 PAGES WHEN THE MOST WE HAD TO WAS 2
IT WAS SO MUCH FUN AND SHE IS ALWAYS SO SUPPORTIVE OF MY ART AND ALWAYS SMILES AT IT AND COMPLIMENTS AND I ALWAYS WANT TO DRAW MORE WHEN IM AROUND HER AND SHE HASN’T DONE PLAY SINCE OUR FRESHMAN YEAR BECAUSE SHE DOES MUSICALS AT A THING IN A NEARBY CITY WHICH IS SO SAD BUT SHE ALWAYS COMES TO SEE IT AND SHE COMPLIMENTED MY PREFORMANCE AND I ALMOST DIED
AND AT THE FINE ARTS BANQUET SHE SMILED AT ME AND CLAPPED HARD AND IT MADE ME SMILE AND BLUSH AND I JUST WOAH
PLOT: You’re Jimin’s little sister and he finds out Yoongi has a huge crush on you and gets slightly protective.
“Yah Yoongi-hyung!” Jimin called from the other room as the two of you sat watching tv.
“Hmm?” Yoongi hummed, not really paying attention to what your older brother had to say, but rather to the movie you had picked out.
“Can I talk to you?”
Yoongi sighed and got off the couch, his hand grabbing your knee to push himself up. As stupid as it sounded, your knee tingled at his touch and felt slightly empty as his hand left it. You had never been one to snoop around, and this time was no different. So you paused the movie for Yoongi and played with your phone whilst waiting patiently for him to return.
It was quite a bit later, but Yoongi eventually came back. You noticed he was a little tense, his cheeks tinted red and his hands balled into fists.
“Yoongi-oppa? Is everything okay?” you ask cautiously. Yoongi was a cool and collected person, but you had seen him mad before and it wasn’t something you would like to re-live again.
He let out a shaky sigh before forcing a light smile onto his face, “ya of course. Thank you for waiting for me. Now lets finish the movie.” He then grabbed the remote from the coffee table and resumed watching. You could tell he was trying to keep from spilling something important but you didn’t want to pry, afraid Yoongi would get mad at you too. Little did you know, he was really hoping you would ask.
The moment the movie ended and the credits began to roll, Yoongi got up off the couch, making sure to avoid any contact with you, and went straight to his room.
Extremely confused, you shouted after him, “Oppa! Where’s my goodnight hug?” It was something the two of you did every night without fail. If something was really off, this was a good way to test it out.
“I’m really tired (Y/N)-ah. I’ll hug you in the morning.” He called back, giving you a small wave.
Frustrated, you stomped you foot on the ground. Childish, you knew, but you didn’t care. You had been crushing on Yoongi since the month after you moved into the dorms with them and he had been stuck at home alone with you. Everyone had gone out to dinner that night but you had been feeling awfully giddy. Yoongi offered to stay home with you since he had made himself something to eat earlier and wasn’t feeling very hungry anymore. The whole night he made sure you were okay and had made you some instant chicken noodle soup. You appreciated the effort even if it wasn’t home-cooked. From then on your friendship had grown and the two of you constantly spent time together. You didn’t want things to change now.
You decided it was best to let him have some time to himself so you went back to your room and called it a night.
The next morning, you woke up to the smell of pancakes coming from the kitchen.
“Jin-oppa! Are those pancakes I smell?” You squealed and ran out your bedroom to jump on his back which was facing the kitchen entrance.
“YA DONGSAENG I’M GOING TO DROP THE PANCAKES!” Jin cried, trying his hardest to keep the stack of pancakes as balanced as possible. You giggled from your position on his back wrapping yourself tighter onto his abdomen. When Jin realised you weren’t going to let go, he sighed and carefully shuffled over to the kitchen island, placing the plate onto it with extra care.
You slowly slipped off Jin’s back and went to get yourself a plate, loading four pancakes onto it. “Oppa, where’s the maple syrup?” you asked him, searching around the cupboards for it.
“I don’t know. Last I saw it, it was with Yoongi.” he shrugged and walked back to his room.
Well, you thought, maybe you could live without maple syrup for one morning. You weren’t sure if you wanted to see Yoongi just yet. You were convinced he was angry at you for something and you didn’t want to push him.
After breakfast, you wandered over to Jimin’s room, passing Yoongi’s on the way and hesitating before walking past it. “Jimin-oppa,” you knocked before the door swung open and Jimin stood at the doorway, “what did you talk to Yoongi about yesterday?”
He hesitated before shifting his weight between his feet, “nothing.” he mumbled rubbing his eyes.
“Ya oppa I know when you lie to me!” you accused, shooting daggers through your eyes. “He’s mad at me and I don’t know why.” you whispered, finally letting how much it bothered you show. Your voice shook as you pleaded, “please oppa, he’s my best friend.”
Jimin immediately pulled you into his room, wrapping you in a tight hug. He sighed in defeat and kissed the top of your head. “You know that whatever I do, I do it because I care about you. But maybe I went a little overboard this time over a stupid crush.” He mumbled into your hair, stroking it lightly.
“You know I like Yoongi?” You asked, shocked.
“Huh? You like Yoongi-hyung???” and that was when you realised he wasn’t talking about you.
“YOONGI LIKES ME???” you could practically feel your smile stretch your cheeks apart.
“Ya jinjja!” Jimin laughed, “the two of you didn’t know you liked each other? You two are ridiculous.” You giggled slightly at this too, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment.
“What do I do?” you mumbled into your hands, taking a seat on Jimin’s bed.
“Tell him babo!” Jimin laughed, pushing you out of his room.
You stood outside Jimin’s closed door for a couple of moments, unsure what you were supposed to do next. You supposed you should go talk to him then.
Two doors down and a couple more minutes of hesitation later, you finally bubbled up the courage to knock on Yoongi’s door. It was midday so he should be up by now. As you had expected, a half-awake Yoongi slowly pulled the door open, a sleepy smile slipping onto his face at the sight of your face.
“Can we talk?” you asked softly, a lopsided smile tugging at the corner of your lip. He nodded and walked back into his room leaving the door open for you to follow. He sat on the edge of his bed, motioning for you to sit next to him. “I told him I wouldn’t tell you he accidentally told me but, he told me you had a crush on me. Is that true Yoongi-oppa?”
Even in the darkness of his room, you could easily see his pale skin turn a light shade of pink. “Well my answer depends on you really.”
“Ya. If you don’t like me back (Y/N)-ah, then no I don’t. But, if you do, then I don’t have to lie to you.” Never in your life have you seen Yoongi so flustered and unsure about his words. A large toothy grin immediately plastered itself onto your face as you jumped onto him, wrapping your arms tightly around him as his own found their way around your waist.
“Yoongi-oppa, of course I like you back.” you murmured into the crook of his neck and smiled even wider when you heard the sigh of relief escape his lips.
He gently pulled away from your embrace and observed your face carefully. “I have waited so long to do this.” he whispered before pressing his lips onto yours.
A/N: I am so amazed by the amount of support and love you guys have send me. I love you all to death. As you will notice, this story changes a lot in every chapter and it’s not always clear who will end up together. Don’t worry guys, in the end it will make sense. I just want to say again, this story is AU, there is no supernatural and some characters can seem very ooc.
Warnings: way too short sorry, swearing, making out, implied smut, FEELS.
My heart almost
broke a little bit when I looked into his glistening amber eyes, a tear
threatening to fall. Stiles moved his hand and for a moment I thought he would
reach out to take my hand in his, but he hesitated and let his hand fall back
into his lap.
“I miss you (y/n).
I mean, you’re here. You’re right there. But We aren’t..here. Us.” He stuttered,
running a nervous hand through his hair.
“Stiles, I have
honestly no damn clue what you just said.” I blurted out, laughing quietly.
His eyes lit up
and he immediately smiled at me. “There you are! This is what I meant! This is
how we used to be. Me talking some weird fucked up shit that nobody understands
and you teasing me about it. And then we laugh and talk about other things. I
miss this (y/n). I miss us. Talking, having fun. You were my best friend. And I
know that things aren’t great between us, and I acted like a total dick the
last few weeks.”
“You did.” I said
with a slight grin.
“I know. But I want
to make things better okay? I want us to be friends again. And you’ve got Theo
and I have Malia. So I don’t see why this wouldn’t work.”
He was right. I am
in a sorta relationship now. I moved
on, right? This should work. But somehow I was strangely hurt and offended by
him assuming I was just over him. Like he was just some stupid crush for me. I
decided not to act on it though.
“You’re right. I’ve
missed you too, Stilinski.” He opened his arms for me and I gladly accepted the
hug. It felt so good being close to him again. Feeling his warmth and smelling
his familiar cologne gave me a feeling of comfort and it showed me just how
much I had really missed him. I sighed, letting myself get consumed by him.
After a while we slowly loosened ourselves out of the embrace and suddenly our
faces we’re extremely close. I could feel his breath on my lips and his deep
stare seemed to hypnotize me.
The door behind us
opened and Me and Stiles abruptly shot up from the bed.
There was Theo standing
in the frame, his eyes going back and forth between the both of us. I knew he
was suspicious, but he decided to drop it and just said “Seven minutes are up.”
He looked at me one last time, disappointment in his eyes, before he stepped
away and headed in the living room again.
And there it was
again, the awkward tension that filled the room. Stiles and I looked at each
other and then quickly followed Theo into the living room.
Lydia and Kira
were laughing loudly at Scott who stood on the coffee table, removing his shirt
in an attempt to look sexy.Truth or Dare, i thought, When Malia noticed our arrival she rolled her eyes.
“Look who’s back. Our former lovebirds.
How were the seven minutes in hell?” she said, raising an eyebrow.
“Malia, do me a
favor. Shut your fucking mouth.” I growled, to her surprise.
“Burrrrrrrrn.” I heard
Kira cheer, while throwing her hands in the air and laughing. She was visibly
drunk, which shocked me, regarding the fact that she usually never drinks.
“Wow, (y/n), where
does the sudden boost of confidence come from?” Malia asked, crossing her arms
in front of her chest and shooting me an evil grin.
“Just drop it
Malia.” Stiles almost yelled, glaring at her. At first she was taken aback and
seemed a little bit hurt, but then she just rolled her eyes and got herself
I felt someone
touch my shoulder, turning around I saw Theo with a frown on his face. “Can I talk
to you for a minute? Alone?” he asked quietly. Stiles looked suspicious but I shook
my head at him, signalizing that this was none of his business.
“Yeah, sure.” I answered
and then followed him into the room where Stiles and I where moments before.
“Look, I now that
it must’ve looked like-“ I started to explain myself as soon as we entered the
small room but Theo raised his hand, as a sign that he wanted to say something
“Stop right there.
You don’t need to explain yourself over something like that (y/n). Just listen
He motioned for me
to sit down beside him and when I did he took my hand in his.
“In these last few
weeks that I got to know you, I saw someone who is funny and genuine. I saw
someone who always looks out for her friends. Someone who is smart and witty.
Someone who can be adorable one moment and extremely sexy and seductive the
next. I saw a person who is beautiful from the inside and out. And I really
really like you, (y/n).”
I blushed, his
words almost making me tear up. Theo brushed
softly over my hand with his thumb looking deeply into my eyes, but I was
at loss for words. He then looked down at our hands.
“And I know that
you and Stiles have history. That there are some..unresolved feelings between
you two. I’m not saying that I think I’m just a rebound because I now you are
not that kind of girl. But I also now that when people are unsure about their
feelings, they tend to do things they could later regret. And all I’m asking
you is to be honest with me. Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on in that pretty
little head of your’s.” He jokingly tipped on my forehead, grinning. I giggled slightly,
but my eyes were teary, his words making me extremely emotional.
“And when you wake
up one morning and you’re suddenly not feeling…this.” Pointing at us, he
continued, “then just tell me, okay? I won’t bite.” Theo winked. I let out a
laugh, but It sounded more like a sob. Even though I was crying, my smile was
bright. He was being so selfless and understanding, saying all the right
things. There was no way I couldn’t like him. Theo was perfect.
“So, what are you
answering him, I grabbed his face and pressed my lips onto his. He sighed into
the kiss and I felt him smiling against my lips. It was getting heated quickly,
and the innocent kisses turned into a full on make out session. My hands were
running through his hair, pulling him closer. He let his hands glide up my
thighs and I shivered at his touch. Swinging one leg over him, I positioned myself
on his lap, straddling him. The sudden friction making us both moan. Theo’s
lips went to my neck and he left wet kissed there as he moved to my weak spot,
right above my collarbone. I let my hands glide under his shirt, wandering over
his naked torso.
door.” I said between heavy sighs.
After the door was
locked and we were sure nobody could interrupt us, we continued with what we
had done before. It was the most passionate and intimate thing me and Theo ever
had, and I was going to remember this night forever.
When we heard loud
knocks on the door, we quickly jumped out of the bed and put our clothes on.
Opening the door,
there was Lydia, smirking.
“Eh, we were
just..talking.” I stuttered, nervously grabbing at my disheveled hair.
“Yes, of course
you were. Well I’m glad you guys only talked
in the guest room, not the bedroom.
Now get out of here, the Party’s over.”
Walking hand in hand out of the room, grinning widely,
I thought about how weeks ago, I didn’t think I could ever be happy again and
how content I was at this moment.
I’m making this post as a shout out to all Sasil/Outsider fans who are feeling the loss of our show and ultimately our couple as greatly as I am.
The hiatus is gonna be long and I’m missing not only the show but the good times we had together theorizing and worrying about every little detail.
I’m asking if we can come together and maintain our good times, till our show is here again. The idea is that we decide collectively on a new show to watch and theorize over.
It could be something that has already aired or it could be something upcoming. In honour of our show and this fandom, we could choose something to watch and dissect together possibly around the same time as Outsiders aired, or at least on a Tuesday.
Suggestions are welcome and here are a few:
1. Into The Badlands
3. Black Sails
I’d like to thank @sat-ur-days for listening to my ramblings and staying in touch; even though I’m still not sure I’ve forgiven her for crushing on Phil’up. (He best come correct in Season 2) and also @lafiametta for giving permission to use her beautiful banner.
Are you interested in creating our own “New Wonder” where we are ALL still together, still interacting, until our show is here AGAIN?
Let me know what you think and whether you’d be interested or have a better suggestion. Or if this is just a CRAZY, STUPID, idea. LOVE YOU GUY’s
Hi loser! I'm here to claim my word battle prize, and since my LAST suggestion wasn't up to your standards, I want: 'i really hate you but you have the highest grades in class and i need help - college au'
hello here is the reason why i need to win word battles. sorry :\