never left my mind

If you ever asked me
how many times
you crossed my mind
or how often
I thought of you,
the only right thing to answer
would be “just once”.
—  // but little would you know that you simply never left my mind
j.d.m.
I’m not missing you - I don’t do that anymore… I just happen to be sitting in our favorite café on the anniversary of the day we met. Don’t read too much into it, it’s just a habit; a ritual; It doesn’t mean I miss you… and the fact that I keep looking up at the door whenever anyone comes in is completely beside the point.
Life went on without you, I moved on… I just agonize a little over what photo’s to put on Facebook because I worry if look too happy you might think I never cared… but if I look too sad then it looks like I’m not coping - so they have to be in the middle somewhere. They have to look like I’m ‘okay’… because I am… I am totally okay and I’m not missing you at all. Really I’m not… it’s just a coincidence that every character in a TV series that looks even slightly like you or does something that reminds me of you instantly becomes my favorite and I always seem to have a slight crush on them.
I don’t miss you… really I don’t. I just cried in the carpark of the supermarket once because I passed a guy who was wearing your cologne…. But I don’t miss you… I can’t…. I’ve never had the opportunity to…
Because since the day you left my life, you’ve never once left my mind.

I no longer remember the sound of your voice.

I like to believe that you left because you couldn’t take it anymore and by ‘it’ I mean the distance between us.

From the beginning, we were just doomed to fail. Too much distance, lives that were just too different from each other.

Maybe we were never meant to be after all, or maybe just not back then. What I do know, is that you’ll never leave my mind.

And maybe, somewhere in the future,
we’ll meet again and make up for all the lost time, for everything we’ve missed while we were away from each other.

I like to believe.

—  L.N. | distance has torn us apart
Tell Me I’m Pretty | One

Originally posted by thedis4design

Prompt: Artist!Reader x Jughead.

Warnings: Angst, bullying, possible mentions of suicide later on. There could be violence and mentions of death, so please, be careful when proceeding to the other parts!

A/N: Hope you like thissss!!!

Song Of The Chapter: Trouble by Cage the Elephant




We were at the table by the window, the view,
Casting shadows, the sun was pushing through.

Y/C/H hair pushed to the side, while droopy eyes scanned a sketchbook filled with unfinished works. A golden sun dipping into the horizon provided slivers of lighting through the blinds of the window you sat by. A melted milkshake sat next to the open book, the beverage barely sipped out of as the cherry had sunken to the bottom of the glass at this point. Your mind was wrecked with ideas, so much so that your hand couldn’t even move because you didn’t know what would come out on that paper. Lyrics to a song that nobody wrote? A sketch of the boy you had been admiring from afar as you sat in the comfort of your booth? The essay that your English teacher had assigned during school hours?

You decided to sit back, leaning your head against the booth while a delicate sigh escaped your lips. The atmosphere at this little diner was relaxed and quiet, so your lonely presence wouldn’t be too out of place. Usually, on Friday nights, the people in this small town would much rather gather at the club or go to a high school football game than visit the diner on the corner of a less travelled street downtown. You were thrilled to spend no  time around peers that knew of  you at school. You had already paid for whatever you ordered, so nobody was waiting for you to leave the booth and make the diner slightly more empty.

Nobody cared to invite you to these social outings, mainly because whenever you were new to the school and people wanted to be your friend, you shut them down. You weren’t too fond of kindling friendships with people who’d be out of your life by the time they broke eighteen. You’d much rather write poetry and sketch the pretty people who made this town just a bit more interesting. Those who flourished in the attention of their close friends and buzzed about on social media. Their existence brought you something new to study, the student body’s lack of morality, and the constant movement, drama, and rivalry between inner circles.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a figure sliding into the seat across from you, your eyes landing on the boy you had been looking at nearly this entire time. Jughead Jones III, a fellow student in your fifth period English class. He sat three seats to your left, and he always managed to catch your eye through quick side glances. His presence, though, caught you off guard. Not once had he spoken a word to you, but he was always enthusiastic when it came to English.  A strand of his raven black hair fell over his forehead as he rested both forearms on the table, lacing his fingers together while they interlocked; he looked as if he was about to interrogate you, of course. With Jason Blossom’s murder still being a mystery, everyone had to be questioned in this little town. You hadn’t even thought to speak a word, you were practically stunned by his sudden decision to appear before you.

He had a great group of friends, ones much more popular and had a respectable reputation that was spoken about around the halls. His best friend’s name was Archie Andrews, a talented musician and athlete, who seemingly had better luck with girls and friends, because there was always people surrounding him. Jughead’s friends were practically the core of popularity, a mixture of underclassmen who thrived from the admiration of their fellow classmates. You didn’t despise the group. These were the things that you had paid close attention to, for your life would never be as interesting as theirs, so you vicariously live through what could have been for you, and sketch these scenes out in multiple hardcover books stacked on your desk at home.

His lips curled into a half-smile, “Y/N L/N, right?” Jug reached over to grab a french fry from your untouched basket that you ordered nearly half an hour ago. You raise an eyebrow, his behavior causing you to think he sat across from you as a result of a stupid dare. If you weren’t so terrified of confrontation, you would have swatted his hand away.  This was the first time you’d ever been approached by a fellow student and peer in what felt like forever, and your nerves were already being poked at.

“Yeah… Jughead Jones?” You watched as his ocean eyes crinkled when he grinned. He was quite gorgeous, but the way he spoke so carelessly and cockily… You surely questioned his intentions.

“Correct. Now, what’s a girl like you doing here on a Friday night?”

Yeah, this was either a joke to him, or a sick dare. You roll your eyes, closing your sketchbook, “I came here to grab some dinner, which you so rudely interrupted.” With a soft, amused sigh, Jug chuckles.

“I guess, if dinner means old french fries and a completely full milkshake with the whipped cream nearly melting off the sides. All of the food idle and untouched. Don’t deny that you were burying your nose in a book. Oh, and don’t think I didn’t see you staring at me as well.”

You cleared your throat, a rosy tinge burning the apples of your cheeks, “How could you tell? When your friends were here, you didn’t even look my way.” You were right, and as you tilted your head to see that Archie, Betty, and Veronica had left, he rolls his eyes, scoffing at you. Maybe they went to see the second half of the high school football game, maybe they all had to go home, these were the thoughts that plagued your mind instead of what was occurring in real time.

“Because I was staring at you too. You didn’t catch me when you were gazing into that book.”

Spoke a lot of words, I don’t know if I spoke the truth.

“Well I-”

Jug shushed you, leaving you utterly confused as to what could have been the catalyst to spark this interaction from him. “I heard you’re an artist.” His voice was dripping with mere antagonism, but from the other side of the booth, you shrugged it off and nodded, answering him with a quick, “I am.” Your words were small, almost nervous.

“Mind showing me what you’ve been working on?” The false curiosity seething from his pink lips formed a lump in the your throat. You then shook your head, your hand itching to reach for the book that sat in front of you. “If it has something to do with Jason Blossom, I’m not part of it.” You said shakily. Jughead didn’t take no for an answer, and his hand snatched the book away. He was too quick, and you ended up slapping the table with your hand in an attempt to rescue it from his grip.

Without opening the black book, he held it with a tight lipped grin and narrowed eyes. “Why can’t I see? Is the quiet girl scared or something?”

Got so much to lose,

An exasperated huff  came before a weak, “Maybe. Hand it over.” And that only fueled Jug’s curiosity to delve further, he wanted to push this girl, get her to talk. Lord only knows why he was causing you this anxiety, maybe it was a silly crush, an immature dare, or just him going out of his way to investigate you for a murder. It was beyond you, and your blood began to boil.

Got so much to prove,

And with that, he opened it up, “Fat chance,  Y/N.” His fingers turning the pages to the very first, and you winced, your cheeks no longer holding a rosy blush, but a red hue in embarrassment and sheer anger.You were the topic of conversation at the table with the core four. They always saw you sitting, staring, sketching. That’s all you ever did, so Jug took it upon himself to delve into the rumors that were whispered from one group to another. Harsh, sure. But it’s high school, behavior like this was expected and tolerated by anyone and everyone. His investigative spirit just added to the mess.

God, don’t let me lose my mind.

“Called it.” His eyes never left the pages. The book was dedicated to the groups at Riverdale High, Archie laughing with his friends, Betty and Veronica in their River Vixen uniforms, and Jughead with his crowned beanie. Admittedly, you had talent, a gift for capturing these moments, but his eyes soon widened when he noticed you incorporated yourself into the social scenes. Some small panels where you sat next to Jug on a bench, sketchbook in your lap, his laptop open on his. Some were of you in a pretty prom dress, in a River Vixen uniform, or just sitting with his group of friends.

“Classic stalker. Is this why nobody ever sees you looking up from these damn things?-” A sudden pang of guilt knocked him right in the stomach once he picked up his head to see your doe-eyes glazed over. His smile faded into a look of concern. Clearly he wasn’t thinking, and boy, did he regret it after witnessing the hurt look on your face.

“Please,” You motioned towards him with a shaky hand, asking for the book. Jughead didn’t have the guts to argue, so he handed it over to you, watching as you held it to your chest as if you were protecting a newborn. With a quick motion, you slung your backpack over your shoulder and kept your head down as you rushed out of the diner. This left Jughead with a sinking feeling in his stomach and the realization that he shouldn’t have sparked trouble with you.

And the whole weekend, he was riddled with the idea that he needed to talk to you again to mediate the tension and apologize. Even if you despised him, it was something that he had to do.

Love, again.

Originally posted by beagletae

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 1106

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Almost || Dan Howell

A/N: I don’t know whatever this is, I just felt like writing it… I hope it’s alright

Word Count: 1.2K

POV: Reader

MASTERLIST // PART TWO

Originally posted by shinyphan

“Is this how you want this to end?” I whispered, my bottom lip quivering.

I looked up into his cold brown eyes in search of any sign of emotion. There was nothing. It didn’t hurt him like it hurt me.

“Maybe this was doomed from the beginning.” I said more to myself than to him.

All my life I had always been the one who loved people way more than they loved me. I was that kind of girl and he was that kind of boy who barely loved people.

I was a hopeless romantic and he was a rationalist.

It didn’t make any sense but somehow, I still fell for him, hard.

He didn’t fall at all.

I saw that now.

A few weeks earlier, I was walking through the busy city centre, carrying a few bags. I was out shopping since my aunt was going to get married next week and I still needed a dress. After having tried on about fifteen different ones I finally found a light blue lacey dress that fit perfectly.

I happily payed for my new piece of clothing before I headed out of the store.

The streets were busy but no matter where I went I always looked for his face in the crowd. He never left my mind, whenever I saw a tall, brown haired guy my heart beat faster in the hope of it being Dan. Most of the time the man I spotted would turn around and look nothing like him.

When I walked into a little local coffee shop after my exhausting shopping day, a little bell rang as I opened the door. It smelled heavenly like cake and caramel. It was a rainy spring day and I was really looking forward to a big cup of hot chocolate

“That will be 10.30” the cashier told a tall, brown-haired boy who was wearing a leather jacket.

My heart was jumping by now. Could it be him?

“Have a nice day.” I heard the guy say in a posh accent and by now I couldn’t avert my eyes from his tall frame.

When he turned around to walk to his table, I was suddenly face to face with Dan.

“Oh hey! Nice to see you around.” he exclaimed and hugged me.

I smiled brightly and hugged him back.

It was actually him this time. Dan and I had met a couple of times through our mutual friend Phil. Since then we used to talk on the phone quite often. We had never met up without Phil though and while I was sure that I had feelings for Dan, it was highly possible that I was just a friend in his eyes.  

I still had hope though and when he asked me to sit down at his table my heart was smiling.

We talked for about an hour before Dan had to leave and we kept in contact through texts after.  

Phil did invite us both over a couple of times but Dan never acted like I would have expected him to act. We had been talking to each other on the phone for nearly half a year and still when we met in person I was like a stranger to him.

The thing between us was a constant up and down of him showing interest in me and him ignoring me.

I on the other hand fall hard for people and once I have fallen for them there is no way back. He was driving me crazy and he was all I could think about.

After we had finally met up a few times on our own, without Phil, I was basically sure that he was the right one.  

So, what happened you might now ask, if you read the conversation at the start of this story. I will tell you, I will tell you and it will hurt.

I think it was a Friday and I was fine and an hour later I wasn’t fine anymore.

It was already dark outside when I got onto the bus on my way to Phil’s flat. He had invited me and Dan over once again. The first thing I noticed was a tall, brown haired guy in the back of the bus. My heart jumped up and down again as I walked past a few empty seats before I sat down next to Dan.

“Hi” I chirped happily and gave him a short little hug.

It wasn’t that unlikely to meet him here since we lived pretty close and we both had to be at Phil’s at 8pm.

We made a little bit of small talk before we reached our stop and got off. To get to our friend’s flat we had to walk about five minutes from the bus station and I was enjoying the time I could spend with Dan.  

“This feels like a date.” I joked, but I think we both knew that I wasn’t really joking. I immediately regretted that I said that as I saw Dan’s expression.

“I don’t feel the same way, Y/N.” he suddenly blurted out as my face fell.

“What?” I asked him, wide eyed and completely dumbfounded.

“About us, you like me way more than I like you.”

I couldn’t believe his words, my hopes were crushed and I was shocked because we were suddenly talking about our feelings. I felt like dying on the inside.

“Why did you spent half a year texting and meeting up with me then!?” I wanted to know. I had been pretty hopeful that he could like me back, but apparently, I was wrong.

“I was lonely and I guess I like you, but that feeling is not strong enough. It’s nothing compared to how you feel about me.” Dan explained, throwing his hands up in defence.

“All you did was lead me on! Dan, I’m so damn into you it hurts and you just got my hopes up because you were lonely?” I shouted at him, I felt empty and betrayed.

I kicked a little stone with my foot and it flew across the pavement. We passed a few street lights and Phil’s flat was in sight already.

“So, is this how you want this to end?” I asked Dan silently, from my voice he could tell that I was close to crying.

“I’m sorry.” he told me somewhat truthfully and I understood that he couldn’t choose who he had feelings for.

“Tell Phil that I couldn’t make it.” I snivelled as I turned around to walk back to the bus station. I had the strong desire to just hide in my bed for the next week or two.

“Believe me, I’m so sorry that we ended with an almost.”

6

So….with chichi this is interesting because during buu saga you see that she is fine with goten training but now she like “nope. Studying is more important”…For me, maybe what happened with the whole majin buu fiasco left her with ok never mind I don’t want my goten to fight bad guys and be a training junkie like his father. Her changing her mind probably revolves her feeling scared if her son ever got hurt/killed in battle. And then probably when goku told her that goten died by Zemasu in an AU. Chichi is like “nope nope I take everything back I rather him study then having the chances of him dying in battle”

My momma is still an overprotective mother …. ;;__;; 💖 ((personally if I had all this crap happen in buu saga and with zemasu/DBS I will change my mind too if I were her))

Also, from what Bulma says, it seems like chichi let’s goku do what ever he wants (after all he is in an adult). And all chichi ask for is that goku provides for them. He already worked in the morning (his schedule now) so she is fine with him leaving to train.

My OTP is funny I swear….

As I walked away, everything came back to me. Memories of us; all of them. It was overwhelming to feel so much all at once. Actually it’s never gone away; these mixed feelings. The thought of us together has just never left my mind. Even though I know it’s over, something inside of me still hopes for a second chance. A chance to do it all over again, and this time really take the time to fall for each other. All I can do for now is just keep on hoping that maybe somewhere in the future, this dream of mine will actually come true.
—  L.N. | late night thoughts
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“Wish That You Were Here” - Florence and the Machine

They can’t always be on the same mission. Sometimes, they have to stay apart for months, but their thoughts are always with each other. No matter how far they may be. It makes them stronger, to stay alive and to come home.

I tried to leave it all behind me
But I woke up and there they were beside me
And I don’t believe it but I guess it’s true
Some feelings, they can travel too
Oh there it is again, sitting on my chest
Makes it hard to catch my breath
I scramble for the light of change

You’re always on my mind
You’re always on my mind

And I never minded being on my own
Then something broke in me and I wanted to go home
To be where you are

But even closer to you, you seem so very far

And now I’m reaching out with every note I sing
And I hope it gets to you on some pacific wind
Wraps itself around you and whispers in your ear
Tells you that I miss you and I wish that you were here

And if I stay, oh, I don’t know
There’ll be so much that I’ll have to let go

You’re disappearing all the time
But I still see you in the light
For you, the shadows fight
And it’s beautiful but there’s that tug in the sight
I must stop time traveling, you’re always on my mind

You’re always on my mind
You’re always on my mind

And I never minded being on my own
Then something broke in me and I wanted to go home
To be where you are

But even closer to you, you seem so very far

And now I’m reaching out with every note I sing
And I hope it gets to you on some pacific wind
Wraps itself around you and whispers in your ear
Tells you that I miss you and I wish that you were here

We all need something watching over us

Be it the falcons, the clouds

or the cross

And then the sea swept in and left us all speechless
Speechless

And I never minded being on my own
Then something broke in me and I wanted to go home
To be where you are

But even closer to you, you seem so very far

And now I’m reaching out with every note I sing
And I hope it gets to you on some pacific wind
Wraps itself around you and whispers in your ear
Tells you that I miss you and I wish that you were here

Wish that you were here
Wish that you were here
Wish that you were here
I wish that you…

The Start of Something

shawn mendes x reader

prompt: based on the songs Honest by Shawn Mendes and Ivy by Frank Ocean.

“It’s that I hate to hurt you, but I got to be honest. I can’t give you what you need. You deserve more than I can promise”

“I thought that I was dreaming when you said you loved me, the start of nothing”


The start of something.

The sky was pitch black as the stars danced around and glimmered. The air was cool and our cheeks were flushed. Pointing out the different constellations, lost in our own world. This is how I always want it to be. The 2 of us, enjoying each other’s company, alone. Laughter filled my ears as we laid down on the grass, cracking jokes and being ourselves. The feeling was ethereal. It was almost like I was in some type of dream world. I could dream all night. The feeling deep down is good.

I glanced up at Shawn as I watched him laugh. The way his smile reflected the moon light, how his cheeks would gradually become a deep pink, how his eyes gleamed with joy. I couldn’t help but watch and smile. I guess he had noticed, as the laughter had died down. Shawn looked at me and smiled a weary smile, as if he were trying to figure something out.

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