okay just talking to myself from here on

I deactivated my Facebook recently. I barely text people nowadays. I wake up, eat and shut myself in my room each day. It’s not because I hate the world. It’s not because I want to brood. It’s not because I am some sad soul longing to be away from here. Okay, I guess I am a bit of each but mostly I am just tired. Tired of all the noise around me, tired of people telling me how I should be, and tired of having emotions for lovers that are temporary. I just need some quietness in this loud world that talks too much but speaks so little sense. So, please leave me in my solitude. I have already given the world too much attention, now let me be.
—  AM // in my silence

I know you don’t want to listen to me, but you have to… Just hear me out, okay? I moved here from Bergen in the 7th grade. No one wanted to hang out with me, because I talk so weird. You were the only one who took care of me. I remember how proud and lucky… I couldn’t believe the most popular girls in our class wanted to be friends with me. I always really looked up to you. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had. Just the thought of destroying that… makes me feel sick. More than sick. It made me stop liking myself as a person. But I can’t continue having regrets for the rest of my life. It wasn’t going well between you and Jonas. You talked about breaking up with him every day. I know that’s not an excuse, but… I loved him. I wish I could do it all over again, completely differentBut I can’t. I’m just going to have to accept it and move on. I’m saying this for the last time; I’m sorry. Okay? I’m sorry.

Okay but serious-talk tho - Biphobia disgusts me on so many levels

Righty - I’m just here to try to spread some positivity to the wonderful people that are so often shunned from all sides for no apparent fucking reason

Pansexuals - Bisexuals - You are all so fucking amazing, do you know that?

I myself am a lesbian, there’s no way around it. Because of society - I told myself I was straight - then I stumbled into thinking I was bi - then into pan - but now I have found myself as a lesbian and that’s just how it is.

It disgusts me to see how many of my fellow sapphic ladies refuse to date bisexuals. You ARE part of the LGBTQIA+ community - I don’t get what’s so hard to understand?

“Oh but they’re more likely to cheat on me!”

“Oh yeah I like lesbian porn so I don’t mind if my girlfriend gets it on with a bisexual - we can have threesomes”

“You have to choose”

Listen - If I can’t choose to be attracted to men, then a bisexual/pansexual person can’t decide not to be.

And as for the fucking ‘more likely to cheat’ get the fuck out - seriously!
More likely to cheat than who? “Oh I hate my wife so much lol” straights ™?
And even from homosexuals - like really? We’re shunned as it is - why create rifts within our own community just because you can’t relate to them?

No - I couldn’t relate to someone being attracted to men. If my future girlfriend would be attracted to other genders than my own, then that’s her buisness, and I wouldn’t love her less. It would actually make it more amazing!
Because listen here - this shit is really important to remember:

Pansexuals and bisexuals have at LEAST double the amount of people they could potentially fall for compared to you - and STILL they choose YOU! So many stars in the sky - so many fishes in the pond - and still they decide that YOU shine the brightest in their life!

Bisexuals and pansexuals - and of course you wonderful gems that are demi, ace, poly or any other part of our family - our community - Thank you for brighting up our lives. Thank you for being you. I wish I could be like you

Originally posted by queer-positive

My Protector, p2

Originally posted by roadtoriverdale

Paring: female reader x Sweet Pea

Word count: 1496

Warnings: Cursing, slight stalking?

Season: 2

Request: none, just getting started :)

Short Note: you are Archie’s twin sister but went with your mom when they divorced, but when you came back after your dad got shot, you chose to stay with him and your Brother.

The Tall boy, Sweet Pea I now know, then speaks with a smile.

“(Y/N), you are now an honorary member of the Southside Serpents. Welcome.”

“Wait, what does that mean?” I speak up.

Toni puts the last bandage on my elbow and smiles at me, “This means that the serpents will have your back, no one will be able to get to you without going through us first. You’re basically part of us now, without having to go through all the formalities.”

Nodding my head I try to let this sink in. The Hood is after me for unknown reasons, Archie is basically starting a gang, and oh yeah, I kinda just joined one myself.

“Okay.” I finally find words and start to talk again. “So, if i’m not safe at home, where am I supposed to stay? And the schools not safe, so I can’t go there either. What am I supposed to tell my dad? Archie? I’m kinda freaking out here.” I burrow my head in my hands and take a few deep breaths.

“We will park a car by your house with serpent surveillance 24/7 and will try to have someone to walk you to and from school everyday so you’ll never be alone. As for your dad and brother, just don’t tell them anything. Make them think that everything is normal, that you don’t know anything.” Sweet Pea takes a seat beside me and lays a hand on my back to comfort me.

“Okay, I think I’m gonna go home and change, i’ll just stay home then and say I got sick or something, idk. This is just a lot to take in right now.”

As I stand and start walking a hand grabs my arm, but a lot gentler than before. Turning, I see that it was Sweet Pea.

“Um, did you just hear my speech on always having someone with you? You’re not going anywhere alone, I’ll come with you.” He shifts from foot to foot and I feel butterflies erupt in my stomach. Before I had a chance to respond, Jughead and Toni come over.

“Yeah. we’ll all go, you really shouldn’t be alone right now. Jug, want to ride my bike with me?” Toni asks, Jughead nodded and together they walk ahead of Sweet Pea and I. Before we reached the doors he turned to me. “So I guess that means your with me, have you ever ridden on a motorcycle?” He smirks at my horrified expression. “I’ll take that look as a no, come on, it’ll be fun.” With a smile he placed a hand on my lower back and guided me forward.

The effect that that one small gesture had on me was almost overwhelming. My breath caught in my throat and I swear I was flying for a split second. I had known this guy for less than 30 minutes and I was already falling for him, hard.

He removed his hand when we got to his bike and he handed me a helmet. I shakily placed it on my head and got on the bike behind him. Not sure what exactly to do with my hands he grabbed them and put them around his middle. “Hold on tight, and relax, I just promised to protect you, you don’t have anything to worry about.” Thankful that he couldn’t see the blush blooming on my face I shut my eyes tight and squeezed my arms tighter around him.

The bike roared to life and when he took off I let out a muffled scream, wow, smooth (y/n).

After a few minutes of hiding my face in his back I slowly lifted my head and looked around. Everything was whizzing by so quickly, but the experience was overall breathtaking. With more confidence I let out a laugh and threw my head back, now enjoying the wind rushing past us. I could feel Sweet Pea shaking with laughter in front of me so I went back to holding on tight, now resting my head on his back.

The ride was over all too soon as Sweet Pea followed Toni and Jughead into my drive. Showing them where they could park their bikes so no one would be able to see them, I then took them inside.

“Dad? Archie?” I called into the house, making sure they still hadn’t come home. After not hearing a response I showed them all in.

Looking at the time I saw it was a little before noon, so school wouldn’t get out for a few more hours.

“Um, i’m going to take a quick shower and change, so please make yourself at home.” With that I almost ran upstairs to my room, grabbed a new set of clothes, then proceeded to the bathroom. It wasn’t until I was in the shower that I was finally broke down and cried. Letting the water pour down on me I allowed the tears to stream down my face. How did I get myself into this mess?

When the water got cold I turned it off and stepped out. Getting dressed I examined my minor wounds in the mirror, how do I explain these to Archie? Shaking my head I returned to my room, jumping a little when I saw Sweet Pea laying in my bed.

“Oh shit, sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” he laughed as I rolled my eyes and recomposed myself. “Jughead and Toni went to grab something for lunch, I think Pop’s.”

I nodded and threw my old clothes in the hamper.

“You don’t talk much do you?” He speaks again. I took a seat at the end of my bed before responding. “Eh, Just have to get comfortable around the person first. I’ve also had a pretty weird day so far.” I laugh a little under my breath before continuing. “Thanks for what you did back at the school, agreeing to protect me and all.”

“Yeah sure, I couldn’t just stand by and watch such a beautiful girl fall apart in front of me,” his words made me blush. “Plus, it was the least I could do after I grabbed and hurt your already wounded arm, how’s it looking?” He asked and scooted closer to me, now we were side by side, our legs slightly touching.

I pushed the sleeve of my shirt up and he gently took hold of it, examining it closely. My skin tingled where his fingertips brushed, my breath once again catching in my throat. My hopes of him not hearing it fell when his eyes darted up and met my own. His beautiful brown eyes stared into my own and I subtly saw his head move forward a bit. I’m honestly not sure what would have happened next if we wouldn’t have been interrupted by my phone ringing.

The both of us were pulled out of the trance we were in and I quickly grabbed my phone to see who the ass was that just ruined this. The caller ID was blocked and when I looked up to see what Sweet Pea thought he just shrugged his shoulders, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks.

I slid the answer button across the screen and put the phone to my ear.

“Hello?” I answered, an annoyed tone laced in my voice.

“Hello (y/n). Have you gotten my note?” A man’s voice filled my ear and I almost dropped my phone. Putting it on speaker phone I grabbed onto Sweet Pea’s arm and replied.

“Who is this?” though I already knew the answer.

“Oh sweetie, you and I both know you already know who this is, are you really going to make me say it?” Sweet Pea’s eyes widened and he put his hand over my own. When I didn’t respond, the Black Hood took it upon himself to.

“Do you really think that those Serpents can protect you? You really think you can stay hidden from me? You’ve seemed to get really close with the one in your room right now, what’s his name?” I could hear the smile in his voice when Sweet Pea took the phone to hung up for me. He then quickly ran to my window and closed the curtain.

Hearing a noise downstairs he stepped in front of me and pulled out a small knife. Scared out of my mind I grabbed his hand and stayed behind him. We both turn the corner towards the stairs and come face to face with none other than Toni and Jughead.

“WOAH SWEETS WHAT THE HELL?” Jughead takes a step back to avoid being stabbed.

The both of us let out a breath we didn’t know we were holding. Quickly remembering why I was so scared to begin with, I quickly ran to lock all the doors and windows. While closing the last window, I noticed a piece of paper taped to the outside.

“Sweet Pea,” was all I was able to get out. The fear I was feeling was paralyzing.

I felt a presence behind me and felt his arm reach around me to grab the note before closing the curtain.

“Okay, i’m sorry but can someone please explain what tHE HELL is going on here?” Toni spoke up.

“He called.” was all I could muster.

Well here’s the long anticipated part 2! Hope you like it, let me know what you think!! 

Last First Kiss

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 8k 

Summary: Peter has a terrible night at Liz Allen’s party until he meets (Y/N) the new girl at midtown. 

Warnings: None 

“This was it”, Peter thought; tonight is the night. He’s going to finally ask Liz to the homecoming dance at her party. Peter was asking Aunt May for some pointers before he even got out the car, “Should I ask her to go on a date first? When’s the perfect time to ask her?” He rambled on and on. Ned and Aunt May both shushed him; he was so nervous for tonight. Peter just didn’t know how or when to shut up.

“Maybe, this is stupid. Let’s just go back home May and forget all this happened.” May locked the doors and rolled up her windows before Peter could get back in the car. “Peter, you’re going to go in there and tell Liz how you feel and if she doesn’t feel the same then it’s okay. Just as long as you were brave enough to say something.” She gave him a small lecture; sure she was like his best friend but she also knew how to be the grown up in these types of situations.

She began to drive away from the house; Peter took a deep breathe in and out and his palms were sweaty from all the nerves.

Peter and Ned made their way up to the steps of Liz’s door; letting themselves in. The pair both took in the whole scene of their first high school party.  

Peter’s eyes land on the beautiful Liz walking up to them, “hey guys! Thanks for coming to my party. Glad to have you here.” She gave both of them a genuine smile and then walked off to greet other people. Peter was flabbergasted; Liz had talked to him for the first time. This time it wasn’t Peter who is always asking her stupid questions or complimenting her outfits. “You’re a great party host Liz,” Ned nudged him basically telling him to shut up.

Ned turned to look at Peter; him shocked as he was. “Peter, close your mouth and stop staring before you look like a creep.” He did just that and then averted his attention to his best friend.

“Oh, right yeah. Sorry.” He apologized.

The whole night, Peter was trying to find Liz or just try and get alone but she was always MIA. He finally decided to give up; “maybe next year,” he thought. Peter was ready to go home but he couldn’t find his cowboy hat wearing friend. Peter searched for him all over the house and rooms; until he went up to the last room only to find Liz making out with the captain of the football team.

Peter was heartbroken; sure he knew he didn’t have a chance with her, but seeing her making out with some guy in front of his eyes was a sight he wanted to watch.

Ned finally called up Peter, “Peter! I totally forgot to tell you, but I left like an hour ago. I wasn’t feeling the party scene. So mom picked me up, sorry for giving you such a short notice. I’m sure it’s going great though.” Peter took a huge breathe in; trying not to cry. “Yeah, don’t worry Ned! Everything is going great. I’ll tell you all about it on Monday.” He tried hard to sound enthusiastic but this whole night was a bust and Peter didn’t want to Ned to feel bad. 

After getting off the phone with Ned; Peter sulked all the way to a small bench the new girl from school was sitting at.“Do you mind if I sat here with you?” Peter asked her pointing at the small bench. “Oh yeah, of course.” She scooted over to make some room for the unknown boy. After a moment of silence, (Y/N) finally introduced herself to him. “I’m (Y/N), I just felt like I should introduce myself to you.” She was rambling because she wasn’t good at making small talk and especially if she has to talk to the cute boy from her AP bio class. 

She noticed he seemed like he was in another planet, “are you okay? Why aren’t you inside enjoying the party?” (Y/N) didn’t mean to pry into his life but she liked helping people. “Oh sorry about that, I am Peter. I think we have bio together, right?” He apologized again which seemed to be the 10th time in one night, “also why aren’t you inside?” Raising his eyebrow at her. 

“I’m not going to lie, I never really wanted to be here and parties aren’t really my thing. Flash invited me; he’s been trying to hit on me ever since I started at Midtown High. I told my mom and she made me come; she thinks it’d be good for me. Oh, Peter. I’m so sorry for just throwing this at you.” She felt really bad; considering they just met and she was just throwing her issues at him. “It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize to me. I don’t mind listening,” he chuckled. Peter wasn’t sure why but he felt like he could tell her anything; she just had this certain type of vibe to her. “I was going to confess to Liz Allen tonight, but I found her making out with the captain of the football. Then my best friend left without telling me and I don’t have a ride home.” He confessed about everything that happened on this crappy night to (Y/N). 

There was a moment of awkward silence but (Y/N) pulled out her car keys and jumped out of her seat, “let’s go Peter.” He was speechless; didn’t know what to say or do. Peter just sat their for a couple of minutes. Is he really going to go somewhere with a girl he barely knows?

He thought, why the hell not? What is she going to do to him?

The pair both walked out of the party together; Peter trailed a little behind her. It took a while to find her car, considering most of the kids at the school were there. They finally found her car; (Y/N) getting into the driver seat and Peter getting into the passenger seat. She just began to drive; not even asking what Peter’s address was.

“Do you uh need my address?” He finally broke the silence, “I’m not taking you home yet. But don’t worry I’m not going to kidnap you.” She laughed at how nervous he looked; ready to jump out of his bones. “I’m just taking you to a diner I’ve been going to ever since I first moved here; their sundaes are to die for. And plus, I think after tonight you might need some ice cream.”

“So, who’s your favorite superhero?” Peter asked her, while he took another bite of his hot fudge sundae. “In all honesty, I’m going to have to say Captain America. Not because he’s hot but because he honestly just kicks ass! What about you Peter?” The whole night, the pair were slowly forgetting about how they ended up in a small diner in the bronx but they both didn’t mind. (Y/N) was glad, she gave into going to the party. 

“I gotta say Spider-man, have you seen that butt?” (Y/N) busted out laughing; her laugh was just so contagious that he started laughing as well. They got some dirty looks from the waitresses, but they just continued to laugh and be carefree. The two both loved having each other’s presence around and they didn’t want to leave the diner’s little booth. 

“Well, it’s pretty late. I think I should be heading out soon,” Peter suggested. “My aunt’s going to be worried.” He got up to pay for their sundaes, “also I think I can just walk from here.”

(Y/N) didn’t want him to leave, but it was nearly 2 AM so what could she have done? “Peter, I’m driving you. I insisted on taking you here; I should be the one that takes you home.” She said matter of factly. Peter didn’t even try to fight back; he was tired and he didn’t want to admit but he wanted to spend more time with (Y/N) and get to know her more.

The two finally made their to Peter’s small apartment in Queens, “well here it is.” Peter said pointing at the apartments. 

“Thanks a lot, this really meant a lot.” Peter thanked (Y/N) and was about to exit the car until she stopped him, “I had a really great time. Maybe we can do this again? Unless you don’t want to but it’d be nice to make another friend from school.” She was rambling which Peter thought was quite cute. “Yeah, let’s totally do this again. I had a great time.” He gave her a genuine smile but didn’t get out the car yet; a comfortable silence just filled her small car.

(Y/N) yanked him by his collar and kissed him on his lips; Peter was shocked but he didn’t stop her. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me; it’s totally fine if you don’t wanna see me again.” 

Peter, himself finally did an impulse decision. He kissed her again; cutting her off when she was in the middle of her rant.

“Would you like to go to homecoming?” He looked outside her window; afraid of rejection. “Well I’m going to have to check my schedule, and it says yes.” She joked with him. 

He pecked her again on the lips, “Goodnight (Y/N). I’ll see you at school.”


a/n: i hoped you guys enjoyed thisssss :)))

Best Friends

Prompt: 57 with Tom holland/Peter Parker!!! 

 57. “There is enough room for both of us." 

Peter Parker x Reader

// Masterlist //

Originally posted by spideycentral

The heat of my florescent lamp beat down on my hand as I attempted to understand how to find the probability of getting a black card from a deck of cards. I gripped my hair, frustrated with myself.  I groaned. I wished Peter was here. He could’ve answered this in less than a minute. But no, apparently he was too busy to help his best friend from failing math.

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Somebody Else *Harry One Shot*

Originally posted by thestylinsongifs

Anonymous said:
“Hey Kourtney and Betty, I love your page!! I was just wondering if you could write a little something with the storyline of The 1975’s Somebody Else please? Think it would be a good concept. Thank youuu”

I haven’t wrote anything in a while so please be patient until I get back into writing! But I hope this one isn’t too shit but I hope you like it! Please send me requests if you have any ideas for my next one shot xxx

Harrys P.O.V
The last time I had seen Y/N was last year when we broke up, and something was always in my mind about her, did I regret leaving her? Absolutely. She was the only person who could read me like a book and show me what it is like to be normal and not someone who is famous. Y/N was my everything and to me losing her was the worst thing that could have ever happened to me. When I got this role in the movie I felt like it was wrong for her to stay with someone that has a boyfriend that she wouldn’t see for most of their relationship. But leaving her was killing me but I knew that’s what I had to do. I could never tell Y/N how I felt because I know it would of hurt her more. It still kills me to think that she is hurting and knowing that I was the one that broke her heart, I just cant deal with that emotion.
It was my dads birthday party at home, and I always make sure I am there for it regardless of where I’m at in the world, I always take time out for family 100%, but it was something that me and Y/N done every year together and I couldn’t imagine seeing her today and not being the girl that I used to know and love. It will kill me. And if she has moved on with someone else that makes her happy, that’s all I want.

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So I’m back once again with my Get Ready for Prison Series for Back to School

For this masterpost I’m going to write about how to mentally prepare yourself for this school year. This was requested by @obsessivephangirlworld so I’m crossing my fingers this was helpful for you! Hopefully it’s exactly what you were looking for.

I’m going to start this list with smaller things all the way up to what helps me the most!

So to begin…

o   M O T I V A T I O N A L  Q U O T E S

This has always been something I resort to when I need that extra push! I even have a specific Pinterest folder filled with quotes (it’s probably not healthy how much I rely on them tho). Many people have a motivational wall/space that they look at when needed. I also suggest you change your phone lock screen so every time you’re tempted to slack off, you’re reminded of why you’ve worked so hard to begin with!

o   P L A N !

Considering many who are reading this are a part of the studyblr community, I would say plan for your school year. You can refer to my previous masterposts such as Preparing for School, or School Essentials which talk about how to get on track for the upcoming school year. I know this helps me in so many ways because once I do this, I’m no longer stressing about what I have to get done and thinking about all the jumbled up side notes flying around my head.

o   G E T T I N G  D R E S S E D

Something that’s personally helped me is getting dressed for the day! When I’m dressed and ready to go out I feel much more put together and prepared. This is great for preparing for the school year because you eventually feel like getting up and dressing yourself every morning is just a trivial thing that you’re used to instead of feeling forced to.

o   M U S I C

Just like quotes, music can also be very motivational. I have a specific folder that I labeled with the lock emoji (lol) because it’s a playlist I listen to when I need to relax and calm myself down from whatever struggle I was going through. Music is seriously the answer to everyone’s problems. There is such a wide variety of music that you can seriously find a song for every emotion, every event, and every moment.

o   T R E A T  Y O  S E L F

I would take a day to completely relax yourself right before school starts! Get a massage, do some yoga, buy extremely (totally not ridiculous) expensive makeup and tell yourself it’s worth it but then cry about it later or even binge watch all of your favorite kdramas if that helps you relax. Just take a day to do whatever YOU want and forget all about your worries. Trust me, it really helps. You come back the next day refreshed and much more put together.

o   P I N T E R E S T

I don’t know about you guys, but I’m a pinterest lover. I go to pinterest for EVERYTHING. Fall Fashion? Go to pinterest. Makeup for the 4th of July? Look it up on pinterest. Back to school essentials? Pinterest. Denim shirt and pink shoes with rose gold eye shadow and mauve lip color with curls outfit? Pin- do I even have to write it out? Seriously guys, Pinterest is my go to. A lot of times pinterest will help you find that one piece that you’re missing and just can’t find. Whether it be a clothing item, stationery piece, bujo spread inspiration, pinterest has it all. It really does help me de-stress and worry less about figuring certain things out.

So that’s everything that I do to mentally prepare myself for the school year! I hope this was helpful to you in any way possible! Going back to school can be such a hassle and sometimes it just seems like a lot of work! Don’t forget to take a break and breathe sometimes. It’s perfectly okay. Everyone needs to take a moment so don’t feel like you’re the only one struggling. If you ever feel like you need someone to talk to, I’m always here! I’m open to talking and giving advice even if it’s not school related.

That’s it from me for this masterpost. Hope you enjoyed! You can take a look at the rest of my BTS Series here.

-much love, studyessie ♡

Sing To Me - Tom Holland Imagine

Request: @fireismysaftey - Quick request, so I was listening to the song ‘When we were young’ by Adele and was wondering if you could write an imagine of Tom Holland and his girlfriend and she hasn’t seen him in two months or so bc of filming so she’s on the phone with him and she stared singing the song to him, remembering the times they had before when they were young(er) and he wasn’t super busy w/filming. Sorry if this didn’t make sense. Thank you 💕   (Gif not mine)

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1,014

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Shout-out to my great friend Monse for pitching in to help me finish it, hope you guys liked it. : )


Dating a celebrity was great and all, but it did come with it’s perks. Tom had to leave every once in a while for filming. You understood that completely, yet still every time he left you felt more alone. Tom has been away for two months now, and you missed him like crazy.

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Woke ASF

Hey Boo!🌸 Let me start my stating that your blog truly is one of the best out there, If someone wants to argue this fact just drop y’all locations and we can talk😂😂. I am not sure how these raggedy, edgeless hoes think there is something wrong with creating a space where black women can literally be themselves and be a family. ALL TEA NO SHADE🐸☕️.
Anyways lol I did not come here to acknowledge their foolish ways but bruh I got a story that I believe Kmusic Fam will enjoy.

So recently Florida had a bitch ass visit from Hurricane Irma (her hoe ass, literally FUCKED shit up but thankfully I am okay) . Myself and my lil sister stay in a red zone so we had to evacuate the place, so we decided to pass the hurricane at a shelter (which was an elementary school)with three of our girlfriends (we are all Haitian women, shoutouts to my Zoes lol). ANTI ways. The shelter was PACKED and we had people from across the globe there, dead ass hella languages were being spoken even Lingala. We waited in line for literally a whole entire lifetime.So when we finally get our classroom (Our home for the next 2 nights). Out classroom was also connected to another classroom ( with a bathroom in the middle) and the classroom next to us was full of Korean people (mostly guys lol). To be honest I wasn’t checking if they were cute or not cause a bish was STRESSED WITH IRMA RAGGEDY ASS😔😒 plus physicality isn’t that much of a big deal for me since I’m looking to find out if your holistically yourself (as in mind, soul, and body) #hippystatus🌸🍃
My classroom had about likes good 13 people in there I met some really cool people and most of us were young.
So as the hours go by our classroom became super lit because we started playing games and we black folks was having hella fun lol but the crazy thing was the Korean Boys legit kept coming through our classroom’s entrance in order to get to their rooms and they literally did this like 6 times bruh (mind You there is legit a whole door that directly gets them to their respective area😅) there was even this moment where two of them came to our classroom “to wash their hands” (both classrooms had sinks so…🙃) so while they were there waiting their turn they were staring at us and whispering MAD LOUD about us (they said something like I really wanna join them and when they got caught they started smiling so big 😜 it was so cute (I was like bruh just SPEAK🗣🗣😒). But here comes the COOLEST PART OF THE STORY YALL 😂😂
So I love to read, I’m legit always reading a book, so as I’m in my classroom chilling one of the boys come over to our side again(😅) but this time he walked up to me and sat next to me on the kids table I was seating at lol he smiled at me real big and asked me: “ Are you in my class as well because I’m reading that book too”. I forgot to mention the book I’m reading is Sister Citizen: shame, stereotypes, and black women in America by Melissa V. Harris- Perry (it’s a must read). I look at him and I say: “Lol no I’m reading this for fun what class are you taking?” Then this boy says: “I am taking a class called Black Women in Society” so you know I had to ask why was he taking the class. This boy says: “ Well a lot of my Korean guy friends always wanted to know more about black women because we believe that they are beautiful inside and out but they aren’t a lot of you guys in Korea and I wanted to know more about what it meant to be a black women so I decided to take a class about you guys and because I also wanted to meet some black girls” bruh I was laughing so hard and then we started talking about how Asians and black people have a lot in common and he wishes he can see more black women in Korea and he also expressed his annoyance for the cultural appropriation going on in Kmusic world bruh that man was passionate, like dead ass he was so annoyed and I appreciated that he peeped the different perspectives and his English was PERFECT !

Long story short y’all Idols or not them boys outchere ready to embrace they beautiful Queens👑 So don’t be shy lol I mean not all people are going to like you and that’s fine but don’t let that stop you from making that first move my loves. I know this story MAD long and it’s not about love or a fine ASS men but I hope y’all enjoyed it lol.

Hopefully I’ll meet you GUISE at our first real life cookout! 💕 stay bless Queens🌸🍃

anonymous asked:

“You’re too good for this world.” Marichat pls. By the way, I love your writing! It's beautiful!!

Aww, thanks, sweet Nonny! <3

“You’re too good for this world,” Marinette cooed, scratching behind Chat Noir’s black ears. “So precious, so pure.”

“I know you’re just making stuff up but feel free to keep talking, Princess,” he drawled, melting into her touch.

Marinette laughed and it left a warm, pleasant ringing in Chat Noir’s ears. “You seemed like you could use a little extra attention tonight. Rough day?”

“It wasn’t really bad, but it wasn’t good, I guess. Nothing actually happened but I haven’t felt myself today.”

She nodded as she continued to weave her hands through his hair. “I have days like that.”



“What do you do when you have these kind of days? Obviously you don’t come to me for comfort,” he grumbled.

She flicked his ear playfully. “And just where would I come to, Kitty?”

“I guess you have a point.”

“I usually do.”

“So what do you do?”

“Sometimes I call Alya and talk, sometimes I try to sketch or sew, maybe I watch something with my parents.”

“You try to keep busy.”

She nodded and leaned back. “I have the tendency to overthink sometimes and when I let myself concentrate on feeling down, well…I guess I spiral, maybe? I don’t know if that’s the right word for it.”

Chat Noir turned to look up at her from his place on the floor. “I think I understand that.” Her pursed his lips. “Would you like to be able to talk to me on those kind of days?”

Marinette stilled. “What do you mean?”

“I guess I just…you always help me feel better and I want to be able to do that for you.”

She stood nervously. “It’s okay, really. I don’t have bad days that often, and you’ve been here on some of them and made me feel better so…”

Chat Noir nodded reluctantly. “Okay, well, if you ever change your mind, let me know and we’ll figure something out, yeah?”

Marinette smiled. “Sure.”

He stood and stretched. “It’s getting late. I should be heading home.”

“Have a good night. I hope I put you in a better mood.”

He grinned down at her, invading her personal space. Marinette was tempted to step back, to reestablish the invisible line between them, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. “Thanks for being you.”

She laughed in surprise. “Me?”

“You just make me happy,” he shrugged. He touched her chin lightly and for a split second, Marinette thought he was going to kiss her and then he was stepping back and heading to her skylight.

“Goodnight, Chat.”

“Goodnight, Marinette.”

Prompt List

Buy Me a Coffee?

Kiss Me Ch.1

Sighing, Jungkook puts away his phone.

It’s his fault, really: everyone knows that if you want Namjoon to remember something you need to remind him approximately 12 times. It’s not because he doesn’t care about others; quite the contrary, actually. Namjoon cares, wonders and worries about so many things that sometimes Jungkook wonders how his brain hasn’t fried yet. During the three years he has known Namjoon he has learned to both marvel at his intelligence as well as accept that Namjoon is terribly absent-minded. 

In short, it’s his own fucking fault that he is freezing his ass off in the yard of an university instead of watching a movie at home with his roommate Seokjin and his boyfriend Namjoon. 

It’s dark outside already so he goes to stand under one of the street lamps, hoping that by doing so it’d take the least time for Namjoon to find him. He puts up his hood but it does very little to protect him from the cold. He shoves his hands in his pockets, cursing himself for not taking even mittens with him. It wasn’t supposed to be this cold yet, it’s only the beginning of September. 

Suddenly, someone appears. It’s a boy, probably year or two younger than him, deciding from his cute round cheeks and small form. Jungkook watches him approach, not thinking too much about it except that the boy is really cute. 

Until the boy jumps right onto his arms and kisses him. 

His mind goes entirely blank. He only realizes to catch the body falling in his direction, to secure him in his arms until he knows nothing anymore. 

The boy’s lips are warm and soft against his, enough to make his feet feel all wobbly and weird. He kisses him with such passion, it’s electrifying and in all honesty, sexy as hell. Jungkook thought that shit like this only happened in movies but in that moment it truly feels as if the entire world slows down, quietens down until there is nothing left but them two, Jeon Jungkook and the strange boy with his legs wrapped around his torso. Jeon Jungkook and the strange boy whose plumb lips are burning like a wildfire against his lips… 

The boy pulls back a little to speak. “I’m so so sorry, I got stuck in traffic after practice, I really–” he starts to say until he takes a better look at Jungkook’s face and his shining eyes go wide. “You’re not Tom.“ 

Jungkook says nothing, he’s physically unable to speak. He can only stare - and hold. 

The boy’s cheeks turn bright red, it looks funny against his flaming orange hair. There is pure terror in his eyes, terror - and embarrassment. For a moment he and Jungkook just stare at one another, both too surprised to act. 

“Oh god”, the boy whispers then, finally sliding down from Jungkook’s waist and untangling Jungkook’s arms from around him which Jungkook is grateful for. He doesn’t think he could even do that on his own right now so he appreciates the help. “Oh sweet mother of Mary, what the fuck–”

For a moment, the boy just breathes out a long list of curse words and prayers, raking a distressed hand through his beautiful hair. Jungkook watches him and can only think of one thing: cute. So freaking cute. 

Then the boy speaks up again, unleashing yet another string of words that this time actually make up sentences. 

“Listen, I’m so sorry for this, I thought you were my boyfriend, oh my god, this is so embarrassing, you see, he kind of looks like you, I mean not the face but you’re about the same height and then you had your hood on and I took off my contacts after practice and I didn’t think anyone else would be here which is why I just sort of kind of assaulted you but I swear I didn’t mean to, I’m not usually like this, it’s just that we’ve been kind of fighting right now so I wanted to surprise him and oh god, did I scar you for life? I did, didn’t I? Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god…" 

Then the boy has to stop to breathe again and Jungkook finds himself fighting a smile. The guy is just too fucking cute for him to handle. Two minutes ago Jungkook was low-key pissed off and freezing to death but now he’s damn near laughing and his heart is beating wildly as if it’s trying to escape from his chest, pumping blood through his veins and onto his face where the faintest shade of pink settles on. 

Jungkook hopes that it’s too dark for the boy to notice that. 

“So I’m just going to go fling myself off from the nearest building, all right? If that’s cool with you? Okay, thanks, cool, let’s never ever talk about this, in fact forget you ever saw me here. This never happened, okay? Okay. Cool. Bye. And sorry again”, the boy babbles and then runs away, leaving Jungkook with a dazed stare in his eyes and with his heart doing somersaults. 

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Jikook social media au 1/?

or an au where jikook meet when jimin runs up and kisses a stranger that he mistakes for his boyfriend, effectively messing up both jungkook’s thoughts and the beat of his heart.


To be continued…

I'm With you (Namjoon x Reader)

Genre : bit of angsts and fluff Summary : you’re best friends with Kim Namjoon for years and you have a crush on him all this time. The so much times you spend with Jungkook makes him jealous and unexpectedly confesses to you. Warning : a bit of cursing and smut…??? Hey guys. This is my first time posting fanfic in tumblr. Please give some love!! ❤❤ ************************

“Oppa, I’m going to grab some coffee, do you want some?” you asked Namjoon as you entered his studio, a coat and a wallet are ready in your hand.

Namjoon turned to face you on his seat and said, “I think so. You’re going by yourself?” he furrowed his brows.

“Of course. You want the usual?”

“Y/N it’s already 9 pm. Ask someone to go there with you. I want to go with you but I have so many ideas going inside my head and need to write it down to finish this song, if I get out of this room they will poof right away.”

“Poof right away?” you chuckled. “Your choice of words are sometimes interesting. But seriously though, I always go by myself, you just don’t know. I’ll be fine, trust me.”

He thought about it for a few seconds before he said, “Okay, but call me when you get there.”

You rolled your eyes, “Oppa, the coffee shop is literally just a few blocks from here, why–” you stopped talking when you saw him glare at you which meant it wasn’t up for a negotiation. You sighed, “Okay okay.. I’ll buy you the usual, okay? 갈게 (I’m going)”

“잠깐만! (Wait!)” he suddenly said, rushing to the sofa where his coat was placed and took a thick scarf before walking to you. “Here, wear this. It’s really cold outside, I don’t want you to get sick.” he said as he put his scarf around your neck.

You were a bit flushed when he did it, an effect you always get when he was really close to you, also another effect of you liking Namjoon so much, not just as friends.
“아 맞다, 고마워요. 난 진짜 갈게 지금. (Ah right, thank you. I’m really going now.)” You said to him without meeting his eyes because after that Namjoon said, “응 내 동생이 (Yes my little sister).”

That’s right, you’re always gonna be his little sister. You’re always gonne be his bestfriend. Even when you wanted to be more with him.


“Oppa, I really have to go now. 약속 있어요 (I have a promise/appointment).” You said to him a few days later when you were in his studio.

“Oh you have an appointment? You get another composing job?” he asked without getting his eyes off of his computer.

“It’s not like that. I promised someone to go watch a movie together.”

He stopped for a second before facing you. “그래? 누구랑? (Really? With who?)”

You were just about to tell him it was none of his business when the person you have a promise with burst in into the studio.

“형! (Hyung!) I’m sorry to disturb both of your time on writing music but Y/N have promised to go watch a movie together with me weeks before you even get this task. I’m borrowing your bestfriend for the night okay hyung?” Jungkook chuckled.

“It’s Jungkook-ah? You’re going with Jungkook-ah?” Namjoon asked you, ignoring Jungkook who was still waiting by the door.

“So…?” you furrowed your brows.

“So… You didn’t tell me? He said you made the promise weeks ago.”

“Hyung, she’s the same age as me. Don’t worry I’ll take care of her. She doesn’t need your permission first, right Y/N?” Jungkook said to Namjoon in a teasing tone then winked at you.

You blushed bit red. Even though you saw the members every day you still cannot help but blush everytime someone as handsome as Jeon Jungkook winked at you.

Namjoon saw it.

“I’m her… Her… Her bestfriend. And I’m like a big brother to her, she doesn’t need my permission but she could at least tell me.” Namjoon said, suddenly rising his voice as if he was mad.

“Come on, hyung, it’s just me. You know I’ll take care of her.” Jungkook convinced him.

Oh but that was what Namjoon most scared of, that Jungkook would take care of you so well that you would start falling for Jungkook. He couldn’t afford that. He liked you too much. He knew you liked him too but he never showed it because he was scared it would somehow ruin your friendship. Namjoon didn’t want you to stop liking him. He loved the feeling too much. He loved you.

“That’s right, oppa. I have finished my part here anyway, I can go now. You should go too, have some fun.” You said to Namjoon. It killed you to tell him to have some fun but you couldn’t help it.

You were waiting for Namjoon to tell you no, you should not go. If he said you shouldn’t, you would’ve canceled it. But after a few moment of silence Namjoon said, “Fine. 그냥 가. (Just go).”

It irked you so much when he said that. You two have been bestfriends for years. You know what he looked like when he was upset, he looked very upset now. And you couldn’t help but thought that he was upset because he was jealous.

“I know my bestfriend needs a fresh air.” Namjoon said again.

Jealous? As if.


The weeks after that day gone by awkwardly between Namjoon and you. And somehow, Jungkook was always there with you when you were in a bad mood because of Namjoon, and he suddenly asked you to go somewhere with him so much: to buy a new shoes, to grocery shopping, a treat of ice cream down the block, night strolling around the park. You were almost sure that Jungkook had a crush on you IF he didn’t tell you about the girl he had a crush on that lived beside his apartment, he always asked you opinions on how to ask her out and told you updates everytime he met her. He even showed you the photo of them together when he asked her to go out for the first time.

But one day, Namjoon seemed like he was in a very bad mood, even when he was practicing with other members. He scolded them so much that sometimes you saw them giving death glares to Namjoon. That night you have to finish a song with him and Yoongi in his studio. And because Jungkook had been producing such good lyrics, Jungkook was also there. The air inside the studio never felt so tight and intense somehow.

“You know what? I’m not the kind of person to give up but I literally haven’t slept for 5 days straight and my head feels like it’s going to fall of my neck and explode.” Yoongi said when the time strucked midnight.

Jungkook, who was sitting beside you on the sofa said with his fingers playing with your long locks of hair, “Go to sleep, hyung. You really look beat. We’ll take care of it from here.”

Namjoon was eyeing Jungkook’s fingers on your hair from the corner of his eyes but you tried to ignore it because Yoongi just stood up and you were afraid he would actually pass out on the floor.

“I’ll go with you, hyung,” Jungkook said to Yoongi because he had the same concern as you. “I need to get some coffee anyways. You want some, Y/N?”

“Yeah I’ll just go with you–” you were just about to stand up before Namjoon suddenly said, “Y/N, sit down. We have to finish this song.”

“But I’m just going to get coffee from the kitchen–”

“Sit. Down.” Namjoon said again, his voice so low you were actually afraid of it. He never made you scared like this. So you followed his order.

Yoongi and Jungkook got out of the studio and closed the door, leaving you alone with Namjoon. You two were never this awkward, it was actually killing you. You didn’t know what was wrong but you were afraid this was all your fault. You were thinking about it with your head down, looking at the soft carpet on Namjoon’s studio. You were lost in your thought easily because Namjoon was suddenly dead silent too.

You were just about to say what’s wrong with the two of them and raise your head when suddenly a pair of warm lips crashed into yours. You were so shocked before you realized they were Namjoon’s. His big hands were cupping your face, so warm and manly yet so soft on your skin. His eyes were closed tight when yours were wide opened in shock before he tried to make you respond by biting your lips. You let out a tiny yelp but then a soft sigh when he soothed the bite with his tongue. Then you just go with the flow, closing your eyes and bringing your hands to his chest, relishing the feeling of his kiss before you finally realized what the two of you were doing.

You pushed him away so hard he went back to sit on his studio chair in shock.

His eyes were wide, surprised, like he also just realized what he did. He stuttered, “Oh my… Y/N.. Y/N I’m so sorry I didn’t know… I didn’t know what’s gotten into me..” he continued talking but you couldn’t consentrate to his words becausw your eyes kept following his swollen lips that you just kissed.

When you focused on his words again he was saying “…I promised it won’t happen aga–” before he finished it you lunged from the sofa to him and kissed him hard, cupping his face just like what he did to you minutes ago.

He instantly responded your kiss by biting and pulling your lips, one of his hands bringing you closer by the hips and the other on your nape to make your kiss deeper. He stood up from the chair and you were suddenly flying from the floor, he gripped you so tight in his arms and brought you to the sofa with him without breaking the kiss.

His lips was firm on yours, but they were soft at the same time. They tasted like the coffee you always bought for him every morning, your favorite taste. Now your favorite taste can be tasted from his lips, from your favorite person in thw world. He kept teasing you on the kiss, teeth pulling and biting, tounge stroking and licking. He felt hot and cold at the same time. Hot because his kiss was very persistent, you were also very persistent. Cold because the touch he gave you made you shiver in pleasure.

He groaned out loud when you dared to grind on him. “I was so fucking jealous of Jungkook these past few weeks it drives me insane. Why do you have to go out with him?”

He was still kissing you so you talk only when he gave you some air. “So that’s what happened to you? You’re jealous?”

“Fucking A. What did you expect me to do? Giving you a congrats with Jungkook?”

Namjoon started peppering kisses down your throat. “Well, I didn’t expect you to kiss me.”

“I also didn’t expect you to fell out of ‘like’ with me for Jungkook.”

You pushed him off of you a little bit in surprise. “Wait, you know? You know I like you this whole time?”

“Of course I know. You were not very discreet about it. I know you steal glances at me when I’m not seeing. I know you asked the barista to give a little bit more cream in my coffee because that’s how I like it. I know it all.” He smirked. This goddamn cutie dare to smirk.

“And you like me too all this time? Not as friends?”

“Since day one, babe. Since day one.”

Aside from getting a jump on your heart because it was the first time you heard him call you ‘babe’, you were still annoyed, so you hit him in the head. “You bastard! You should’ve told me! It would save us from these weeks full of hell!”

You hit him again but he just laughed. “Hell as in we didn’t talk that much? Do you miss me that much?”

You groaned out loud while kept hitting him on the shoulder and chest, both of you still on the sofa with him on top of you. “Aargghhh I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you.”

He laughed again, dodging your hits. “No, lady. You love me.”

You sighed finally and said, “Yeah, I love you.”

His laugh stopped. “Wait, you love me. You love me?”

“I can’t help it. I like you too much and we’ve been bestfriends for so long.”

He smiled wide. “Oh my God, this might sound cheesy but I love you too.” He gave you tiny kisses on the lips. “I should’ve confessed to you sooner, we must have been a couple from so long and saves us the heartaches.”

“You bet, Kim.” You rolled your eyes but he started kissing you deeply again and you smiled on the kiss.

The door of the studio was suddenly banged open, you too were too surprised to get out of each other embraces, only stopping the kiss and looked at who opened the door.

It was Jungkook.

“Finally!” Jungkook said. “I was so tired of seeing you two longing at each other for years. And now you two finally say your feelings out! I’m glad. I’m also worried for the last few weeks, I thought Namjoon hyung would burn in jealousy and kill me. Thank God you guys decided to tell each other sooner or I would be dead by now.”

Namjoon stared at Jungkook, “You planned this?!”

Jungkook shrugged. “Well, not just me. Other members also planned this. They just think I’m a great bait because I’m the same age as Y/N. Don’t worry, I’m not asking her to go anywhere with me together because I have a crush on her. She’s yours, you know. ‘Since day one’” he mimicked Namjoon.

“You rascal!” Namjoon threw a cushion to him just as he ran out of the studio and closed the door. But the two of you could hear him yelled “At least she’s with you now, hyung!”

Namjoon looked at you when it finally went silent. “Yes, at least you’re with me now.”

You caressed his cheek and peck his lips softly. “I’ve been with you all this time, Namjoon.”

***The End***

all i need is you

“i would marry you in a dumpster”
“awww, i would marry you in a dumpster!”

or, the one where jake just wants everything to be perfect.
(post 5x06 fluff)
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“Hey.” He exhales softly into the quiet, still darkness of their bedroom - long after they’ve turned out the lights. The muted shadows of the street lamps outside illuminate just enough of the room so that Jake can just about make out the outline of his girlfriend – no, his fiancée - lying next to him, breathing silently enough that he knows he isn’t disturbing a deep sleep. 

(She looks just as beautiful when she’s an amorphous black shape as she usually does.)
(God, he can’t wait to marry her.)

“Hey, Ames - you still awake?”
“…No.” She mutters into her pillow, barely audible, and he laughs a little.
“Okay then. Guess I’ll just…talk to myself.”

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Cheating? // Miniminter Imagine

Summary: Y/N and Simon have been dating for a few months but they haven’t “done the deed”. When Simon sees Y/N buy a pregnancy test, things head south.

A/n: This was just one of my random ideas. I’m going to write all/most of your requests! I’m really in a writing mood so expect more imagines soon! Xoxo



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Don’t you think it’s weird how feelings can change so quickly? I mean one year ago I couldn’t even imagine dating Simon and now here I was. We had just celebrated our 5-month anniversary. In the beginning everything felt a bit weird and overwhelming because Simon was my first real boyfriend. I wanted to take things slow and he was very understanding.  

That’s also the reason that we hadn’t “done the deed” yet, but Simon didn’t make a problem of this. He always said that we’d do things at my tempo. He was just a complete gentleman. But for most people, that was a well-kept secret. When people thought we were doing “Netflix and chill”, we were just watching Netflix and chilling.

And that’s exactly what we were doing then. I was at the Sidemen house, laying in Simons bed. My head was on his chest, his arms around me and a movie playing in the background.

“Hey babe?”, my boyfriend asked. “Yeah?”. “You know I love you right?”, he asked. I was taken aback. We had never said those words to each other. I sat up and looked him in the eyes. “Yeah I know and I love you too”, I smiled. Simon kissed me and I could feel him smile.

“I really felt the need to say it you know. Because I really do love you and I’ve never felt this way about someone. And I know how insecure you can be and stuff but just know that I love you and that you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me”.

What was happening?! Simon was never this emotional. “I love you too Si. So so much”. I jumped when my phone went off. It was Y/F/N. “Sorry Si, I really need to take this”, I said. He nodded.

“Hey Y/F/N what’s up?”. “I think I’m in trouble Y/N. I’ ve done something very stupid and I need your help”, she rambled. “What is it?”.

*Time skip to a few days later*

*Simons p.o.v.*

“Hey Simon. Is Y/N coming over today?”, Josh asked. “I don’t think so. Why?”. “I think you should have a talk with her”. “Why?”, I asked hesitantly. “Well, there are a few photos circling around of her”. “There are a lot of pictures about her on the Internet Josh. You have to be a little more specific”.

“It’s actually not my place to say this”, Josh backed out again. “Josh, you’ve started, it’s too late to back out so continue”, I insisted. He grabbed his phone and showed me a picture. It was Y/N in a shop. Holding a pregnancy test.

I felt all color drain from my face.  “No, no, no, no, no! This can’t be happening!”, I yelled. “Hey Si calm down. For all we know it was just a scare and nothing happened”, Josh tried to assure me. “NO! You don’t get it! She’s a virgin! We haven’t done it yet!”.

Everything seemed to just stop for a moment. Then Josh spoke up again: “Maybe it’s not what it seems like?”. “God Josh! Don’t be so stupid! How on earth can it not be what it seems like?! She’s buying a fucking pregnancy test! You know what I’m getting her over right now”. “Okay Simon, but just be careful. Not everything is what it seems”, Josh said whilst walking away.

*Y/N p.o.v.*

Hey Y/N can you come over we need to talk  ~ Si

When I got his message, I felt a bit anxious. What did he want to talk about? Did I do something? The whole way from my flat to the Sidemen house I kept trying to figure out what he could want to talk about. Once there I let myself in and saw Josh immediately.

“Ello Y/N! I guess you’re here to see Simon. He’s in his room”, he smiled a bit uncomfortable. I just nodded and ran up the stairs. Simon was editing a video, so I cleared my throat to let him know I was there.

“Oh hey Y/N”, he said. There was something off about him. His smile barely reached his eyes. “Hi”, I smiled back. “You wanted to talk?”. “Are you cheating on me?”.

“What?! Why would you think that?”, I asked confused. “Okay other question; are you a liar?”. “Simon where is all of this coming from? Just tell me what I did”. Instead of answering, he grabbed his phone. He showed me a picture.

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. How did anyone even see me?! “Now I get it”, I said. “Yeah good for you. But care to explain so I get it too?”, Simon asked. “I’m actually not supposed to talk about this yet but… So remember when I got a phone call?”. My boyfriend nodded.

“Well that was Y/F/N. She went out and hooked up with a guy she didn’t know and then she missed her period and then she started to doubt if they used protection or not and then she got scared so she called me and she wanted me to get her a pregnancy test because she was too scared to do it and because she knew that we haven’t done “it” yet. So I agreed to do it because I thought that you would know that I was not doing it for myself but clearly you didn’t”, I rambled in one breath.

“Wow wow wow, calm down Y/N. take a breath”, he laughed. “I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions like that. I should have asked you first what was going on and I’m sorry for thinking that you would ever do something like that to me. I love you Y/N. I know it’s early but I know that I love you way too much to lose you”.

“I love you too Simon”. He grabbed my chin and kissed me gently. But after a while, it wasn’t that gently anymore. Things started to get more passionate. Suddenly I pushed my boyfriend slightly away. He looked confused so I said; “I’m ready Si”.

Every Me And Every You - Three

Spencer led you into his bedroom, flicking on his bedside lights.

It WAS just a normal room. Despite him saying it wasn’t like the red room, for some reason you’d expected something different. Dark drapes which were drawn, a king-size bed neatly made, and a few pieces of storage furniture, cabinets and built in wardrobes. It was extremely neat and free of clutter.

The only evidence you could see that something different might happen in here was the bed frame. A strong iron frame, not too dissimilar to your own. Except knowing what Spencer was into, made you look at it differently.

You felt two strong arms grasp your shoulders firmly but still gently and you jumped.

“You okay?” he asked. You nodded.

“Do you want to see some of things I have or are you familiar enough with the equipment one might use, having spent the week where we have?”

“Have you used all of the things we saw?” You eyes widened recalling the items. Restraints and paddles were one thing, but you remembered the sex toys; vibrators, butt plugs, clamps, whips and various other things.

“Yep. I have most of them too. All are cleaned and sterilised after each use and packaged away. Obviously we won’t be using them all tonight. We’ll start with some restraints and sensory deprivation like I said.”

“So you’re not going to spank me tonight?”

“Do you want me to? I was planning on tying you to the headboard, but I could tie your hands together instead, so you can move if you like? That way you can be flipped over.”

“Um…. ”

He studied you face, thinking.

“Okay. No spanking tonight Y/N. We’ll play tonight as a taster, I won’t go as hard on you as I normally would.”

“Alright. So… Erm. What now?” You turned to him, meeting his eyes.

“Now? You strip.”


“Y/N you weren’t expecting us to do this fully clothed somehow were you?”

“No…. Erm… Huh.” Somehow the thought of being naked in front of Dr Spencer Reid, someone you’d worked with and had known for nearly three years now, was making you freak out internally.

He came closer to you and took your hands into his. “Y/N, if you’d rather not do this with me I can take you somewhere and introduce you to someone else. Or we can forget this conversation and tonight ever happened.” His voice was low and soothing.

You didn’t want to do it with anyone else. As much as the stranger aspect could be a bonus because in theory, you never had to see them again, you didn’t think you’d trust anyone enough to relinquish control to them. To give them power over your body.

You pulled your hands out of his and unzipped your hoody, kicking your shoes off as you went.

“Okay. Lie on the bed when you’re done. I’m just going to get some things ready.” He walked over to his wardrobes, opening the doors and kneeling down. You could hear sounds of a code being entered, it sounding like he had a coded safe rather than one with a key. More secure for him maybe?

You used the opportunity to finish undressing, folding up your clothes and lying on his bed as instructed.

“I’m ready,“ you said timidly, suddenly very aware that your colleague was going to see you naked.

He turned around a few moments later, walking over to the bed and looking you up and down. You couldn’t read his thoughts right then, his face was a blank canvas.

He came and perched on the bed next to you, a covered tray in his hands which he placed on the floor. You couldn’t see what was on it.

“Are you warm enough right now?”

“Yes,” you replied. You were extremely hot right now, knowing it was the adrenaline pumping through your veins.

“I won’t….. I won’t get into character this time okay. I’m not sure I’m ready for you to see that side of me, if you decide you don’t like this.” He looked pensive, perhaps only just realising himself what was about to happen.

“Okay, I understand.”



“You’re beautiful by the way.”

“Oh…. thanks.” You wanted to let out a sigh of relief but you held it in.

“If you let me mark you, your skin is so pale the contrast will be extraordinary.”


“Now, are you ready?”


“Yellow and Red remember.”

“Got it.”

“Raise your arms and grip the head board with your hands.”

You did as instructed, seeing him take a piece of nylon rope and begin securing your wrists to the cool metal railings.

“That damn film had everyone thinking that it’s all about using silk ties as blindfolds and restraints. Silk is actually really hard to loosen if you pull it too tight, which isn’t great. Nylon works better. Although…. You might need to wear long sleeves at work depending on how much you wriggle.”

His tone was even now, like he was giving instructions to someone. He finished knotting and pulled on your arms so the rope was taut.

“How does that feel? Too tight?”

You tugged a bit. It was tight, but not enough to cause you any discomfort. You wouldn’t be able to free yourself without him though, but you guessed that was the point.

“It’s fine.”

“Okay. I’m going to do the same to your ankles.”

“Alright.” You were back to now speaking in barely a whisper.

He moved to the bottom of the bed, taking your ankles one by one and securing them to the foot board. The rope was longer here, you were quite short and the bed was long to accommodate Spencer himself.

You tried to hide your surprise at the width at which he set your legs apart, feeling totally open and exposed to him.

What was even more surprising was the smirk on his face as he looked directly between your legs and licked his lips.

“You’ve gone pink again, Y/N.”

“Have I?” you squeaked out.

“Almost as pink as those lips there.”

Oh my christ.

He pulled on your leg slightly. “Is that okay?”


“Good. You really do have a beautiful body Y/N. I’m looking forward to playing with it.”


You bit your lip to stop the moan that was building in your throat escaping.

“Final questions before I can no longer look into your eyes and tell if you’re lying to me. And you need to answer honestly. Just a yes or no. Yes to you object and no to you don’t.”


“Is there anywhere I can’t touch you?”


“Any part of myself I can’t touch you with.”


“Is there anywhere I can’t penertrate you?”

“Ermmm…. ”

“You’d be well lubricated. And I’m not necessarily talking about tonight here, or with myself. I have an array of objects that you might find pleasurable.”

“Then no.”

“Do you object to being ejaculated on?

“Aim away from the face and you’re good.”

He laughed, “Noted. Do you object to biting? I wouldn’t mark anywhere visible in normal clothing.”








He picked up on the question. “Some Dom/sub relationships don’t allow kissing. And I mean mouth to mouth kissing here.”

“Oh okay. It’s fine. Kissing is fine.”

“Good. Now, the other sort of kissing. Do you object to giving and receiving oral sex?”

“No. To either.”

“Very good. Because both pairs of your lips are extremely kissable, Y/N.”

And now you were fairly certain there was a wet patch on his bed.


You raised your head slightly, pursing your lips in thought. “Giving or receiving?”

“Either, or. We’d be clean.”

“Erm…. I’m fairly sure I object to both actually. But, I’ll think about it.”

“I’ll bear that in mind. Ice?”


“Candle wax?”

“Will it mark me?”

“Momentarily yes. It wears off quickly.”


“Temporary tattoos. No where visible.”


“Okay. I’m presuming from our earlier conversations that the punishment side of things are a possible yellow. That you probably won’t know until you try. But we won’t try that today.”


“I’m going to cover your eyes now alright. Once you’re blindfolded, I’ll remove my clothes too.”


“Just remember, yellow and red.”

He moved to the head of the bed and smoothed your hair back from your face. Reaching down, he picked up a large black blindfold.

“Lift you head.”

You raised your head as much as you could as Spencer slipped it over your eyes, making sure it covered your view entirely. The fabric was soft and pleasant against your skin. But it was secure. Something you’d need his help to remove. But again, that was obviously the point.

You felt him lift off the bed, and then heard footsteps around the room, followed by the sounds of matches sparking and the smell of burning. Moments later you could smell cinnamon, candles or incense he must have lit.

Footsteps again, this time going further away from you before you heard his bedroom door opening and then close again.

Had he left the room? Why?

It definitely sounded like you were alone, and it felt like you were alone too.

Where had he gone?

The door opened again a few minutes later and you could hear clinking and then the sound of glass against wood somewhere near your left ear.

And then nothing again. No sounds other than yours and Spencer’s breathing. You knew he was in the room, somewhere to the left of you. But you didn’t know where.

And you didn’t know how long it would be until he actually touched you.

Or what it would be with.


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“I wanted to,” she’d half choked out, half snapped. Wanted to tell her. About the cheating.

And she meant it.

Sort of.

She’d wanted to tell her because Alex had said she didn’t want there to be any secrets between them.



Secrets, like Maggie’s father. Like cheating on Emily.

Like the senior guys on the football field when she was a freshmen – because she was fourteen, she was a freshman, and a tiny one at that.

Like getting spit at in the street.

Like her depression.

Like her anxiety.

Like her tendency to bottle everything up until she just bursts.

Sometimes – well, once – by cheating.

Usually – much more than once – by punching, by drinking, by punishing herself, by pushing people away (hence the cheating).

She’d wanted to tell her.

But telling her would be a can of worms, a bombshell of damage, that she’s terrified will make Alex run. Will make Alex look at her like…

Will make Alex lose that spark in her eye, that smile, that softness. For her.

But when Alex shows up at her door – “Maggie, come on, I know you’re home” – Maggie has to text her instead of call out to her, because she can’t open her mouth right now. Doesn’t have the energy for it.

Barely has the energy to move her fingers over her phone’s screen.

Come in. I gave you the key for a reason.

Alex is in faster than Maggie even thought the text would send, and her eyes are swooping over Maggie’s body, scanning for damage, for injuries, for pain.

But it’s all inside.

“Maggie, what happened? You weren’t answering your texts, your captain said you called in sick but you weren’t sick this morning – “

Maggie just looks up and Maggie just stares, and tries not to let her chin tense, her lip wobble. But they do.

“Can I touch you?” Alex is asking, because Alex doesn’t miss a thing.

Maggie nods and she sighs with unexpected relief when suddenly she’s enveloped in Alex’s arms, when suddenly she’s gripping at her like she’ll drown if she lets go, and she will, she will, she will.

“I just hate it sometimes, Alex,” Maggie chokes, hating herself for her weakness, for her whining, for her patheticness.

“Hate what, Maggie?” Alex asks, trying to pull back so she can look at Maggie’s face, but Maggie doesn’t let her, because she can’t see those perfect eyes, that perfect face, right now, because seeing would mean Alex seeing her, and she is messy and she is a mess and she is damaged and she is damage itself.

“Life,” Maggie chokes, and she feels Alex tense.

She braces for goodbye, she braces for ableist shaming, she braces for this is too much, you’re too much, you’re not worth it, you’re not worth anything.

But she should know Alex better, because Alex just hugs her closer.

Alex just turns her face to kiss her temple. Alex just strokes her hair and whispers sweet nothings, sweet everythings, into her ear as she starts to shake, as she starts to break, as she starts to let the bottle burst through her tear ducts, through her chest wracking, through her hands grabbing, holding, needing.

“Did something happen? Or does this… do you get this feeling a lot?”

Maggie’s stomach churns, because she knows what Alex is asking.

Did something happen, or are you crazy?

“I’m not crazy,” she defends against an attack that isn’t there, and she feels Alex shake her head, and Alex succeeds in pulling back this time, in taking Maggie’s face between her hands and making sure she’s looking into Alex’s warm, warm eyes.

“Depression isn’t crazy, Maggie. Or whatever word fits for you. And hell, if anyone has a monopoly on crazy in this relationship, it’s me. You should see my rap sheet with the DEO shrink.”

“Psychiatrists don’t have… rap sheets, Alex, that’s not… how it works.”

“But it made you smile.”


“Shrink says I have BPD. And PTSD. All the acronyms. Kara has a few, too, but those are for her to tell you about if she wants – my point is, I get it, Maggie. I hate life so much sometimes I just… were you afraid? To tell me?”

Maggie sniffs and lifts her hand to her face, but Alex stops her and wipes her nose with her own sleeve, and Maggie has never been so moved.

“Well you know how much I love talking about myself, Danvers.”

“Maggie, I meant what I said. I’m here to help you heal. Even if there are things you can’t heal from. Even if there are things you’re always gonna to experience. Okay?”

“But why? I… I have zero emotional intelligence and I attach super quickly – hell, if I ever went to therapy they’d probably knock me with a BPD diagnosis of my own – and I do stupid things like cheat and lie about my parents and how do you know, Alex? That I won’t cheat on you after five years? Because you want to take the next steps with me, because I can’t handle it and I bottle things up and I lash out because I don’t know how else to end things, how else to destroy everything? Because that’s what I do, Alex. I destroy things. People. I destroy people.”

Alex strokes her hair and she takes a long, quiet breath, and she kisses her temple and she pulls her back into a soft, passionate hug.

“I don’t know, Maggie. I don’t know that you won’t cheat on me after five years because I want to take the next step with you. But I do know that we’ve taken a lot of steps already, and you’ve already stopped leaving the house and going to the couch when you need to walk away. And I know that you’re wrong. About yourself. You don’t destroy things, Maggie. You maybe don’t always make the best decisions, but you know what I see? I see the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen trying so hard to navigate so much pain. And sometimes, you’re gonna make mistakes. I will, too. You’re human, Maggie. And I love you for it. I love you for how human you remind me that I am. Because I forget, too. So maybe… maybe we can remind each other?”

“You… love me?”

It’s Maggie that’s pulling back so they can make eye contact now, Maggie with the wide eyes and stilled breath, Maggie framing Alex’s face with trembling hands.

“Yeah, Sawyer. I love you. I’m soft on you. That okay with you?”

“Only if it’s okay that I love you back.”

“That’s more than okay, Maggie. So much more than okay. And you’re gonna be, too. I promise.”