or else the world will fall apart

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Inspired by my binge-watching of Twilight, may expand this someday.

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“Chuck, please.” You begged him with tears glistening in your eyes, feeling like your whole world is falling apart, like you can no longer breathe without hurting in excruciating pain. Of course, isn’t that what you were supposed to feel when the love of your life tells you he no longer wanted to be with you despite everything you’ve been through?

Chuck Shurley didn’t even look at you, opting to avoid your gaze by glancing at everything else but you, almost as if he was disgusted by you. “I don’t want you, (Y/N), I never did.” He told you in a cold, monotone voice.

“That’s a lie, you can’t be that good of a liar.”

“Maybe I’m just that good.” He said, moving away just as you reached out to grab at his jacket sleeve. “You’re nothing to me, (Y/N). A sad, fragile little human, tugging on my sleeve like a lost child. It makes me sick.”

You shook your head in disbelief, not wanting to let his words sink in, lest they come true. “Why are you doing this, just stop it, please.”

“You mean absolute nothing to me, there’s no point denying that.” He stated bluntly, you wanting so badly to fall to the ground on your knees. “I’m going to leave, and you’ll never see me again, and that will be the end of it.”

“Chuck-” Your hand shot out to clench his hand in your warm ones, him freezing when you made contact. For a moment he looked like he was going to speak, but he only wrenched his hand away from your grasp and turned away, trying hard not to turn back and tell you that he never wanted to leave you.

“Don’t do this to me, please.” With an inaudible shaky breath, Chuck slowly closed his eyes and regained composure before walking away, wiping a stray tear that escaped down his cheek as you fell to your knees behind him, torn apart by the man who once promised you the world.

the signs as people i’ve known

aries: passionate verging on obsessive.  defensive of both themselves and the people they love.  few layers; what you see is more or less what you get.  good-hearted, intelligent.  always up for a challenge, but becomes stressed out very easily and handles stress very poorly.  even when they’re tired, they somehow seem so alert and two steps ahead of you.  responsible.  they prefer to lead and lead very well.  interesting, competitive, loyal.  although they like to be correct and love to prove people wrong, more than anything they just want someone to listen and expand on their point, not disagree with it. romantic but they like to pretend that they aren’t.  they seek instant gratification and hate doing things that they’re not naturally great at (but they’re naturally great at a lot).  can be very self-absorbed, but it’s not conscious.  so loving and so lovely.  the yang to my yin, the storm to my calm.  a friend who completes me.

taurus: extremely nice, and they never want to hurt anybody’s feelings, so they tend to skirt around the truth or omit their opinion.  truly, genuinely kind, the sort of person you hope will always stay in your life, the sort of person you feel like you really need.  dependable, hardworking, stable.  they have been through a lot, but looking at them, you wouldn’t know it.  will ultimately put themselves before you (which is a good thing), but is always there for you when they can be. very realistic; they know what they can achieve and expect themselves to do so.  private to a fault, and doesn’t usually express their feelings. there is something about their soul that makes me smile whenever i think of them. one of the people i love most in this world.  my equal, the friend who i hope knows how much i love them.

gemini: endlessly charming, supportive, and brave.  always wants to make everyone happy, often at the expense of their own desires, so they’ll do things they don’t want to do but be kind of grouchy about it, leading others to believe that they are picky and that they change their mind too much.  frequently changes the details of a story to either make it more interesting or get out of trouble.  wants more than anything to see and experience the good in the world but is very often a victim of the bad.  overly-trusting.  they can make any experience memorable, and they are the most fun you’ll ever have. quite self-critical but they also know that they have a certain power over people. forgetful, tolerant, warm.  often feels quite overwhelmed and may not handle this feeling wisely.  crazy but kind.  the one whom words fail to describe.  the biggest piece of my heart, my mother.

cancer: both friendly and intimidating.  difficult to read.  patient and cooperative but more often than not, they think their idea/opinion is better than yours.  very, very smart.  super dependable, so sensitive, hold grudges like it’s their life’s calling. courageous.  behave very differently around authority figures, likes being seen as innocent and cute. they will keep your secrets but they will kind of hold them over you, and they tend to taunt others by saying, “i know [x] about [y] and you don’t.”  very funny, dark, and sarcastic once you get to know them, but initially sweet and sugary.  survivalists; they protect themselves first and their loved ones second and don’t really care about everyone else. friendly. once they’re in a relationship, they become rather absorbed by it and neglect the other parts of their life.  dramatic, obsessive. rather strong-willed.  when they’re having an off day, get out of their way.  they will never forget anything you tell them.  they see life as an inside joke.  my figurative fraternal twin.  the friend who is just like me but whom i’ll never understand.

leo: impressively loving, astonishingly generous, the whole universe in one person.  soft and loud, wild and cautious.  they are full of power, grace, and energy, and they awaken within you the sense that you are good and that you can do whatever you want to do. even when they’re quiet, their presence is felt. very self-critical, constantly questioning their worth. always in need of validation, which is why they like to be the center of attention; in order to know that they’re a star, they require a standing ovation. they want to love themselves, they need to love themselves. such a romantic, wants to be wooed and adored, and they’ll gladly return the favor.  soothing.  they are so easy to trust, but they are more careful with their own secrets than they seem. they love with every bone in their body.  they want, more than anything, a best friend. loyal, inventive, go-getters. great listeners.  can somehow empathize with every situation, but are mildly obsessed with themselves. love winning. my idol, the part of myself i hope i grow into, my aunt.

virgo: hilarious, dependable, treats you like their kid.  trustworthy, sympathetic. they are fascinating and unique, but they are too attached to their own magic. more obsessive than they like to think they are.  they take criticism very well, perhaps because they dish it out even better. level-headed but aspirational. they prefer to be the less loving one in all of their relationships.  feels guilty for feeling sad or emotional. curious and interested.  can talk for hours if you let them.  kind and smart, wants to be special and different from everyone else. treats the people closest to them the worst. believes in tough love.  loves to joke and be sarcastic but usually takes it a few steps too far.  perfectionistic, which leads them to put little effort into things that they feel they can’t do flawlessly.  the one i protect who thinks they’re protecting me.  the friend whom i loved right away.

libra: angelic, enchanting, sweet.  picky. they are so afraid of offending someone that they have to know someone really likes them before they’ll be honest with them.  so many layers.  funny and diligent. treats everyone like their best friend, but when you are their best friend, there is just something so slightly different about how they treat you, something that makes you feel amazing. good at everything.  completely unable to make decisions. gossipers. they want to like everyone, but they just don’t.  absolutely hates saying no, but will do it if it’s 100% necessary.  sleepy and goofy around people they love. works hard to look good, trendy.  smart, fair.  nervous around authority figures. fearful of loss and of growing up.  secret control freaks.  they are at once youthful and wise.  crazy patient on the outside, just crazy on the inside. always somewhere on my mind, the one who i was always meant to know. my very best friend, my soul’s sister.

scorpio: the best listener. truly wants to know everything about you. extremely devoted, passionate.  knows you very, very well.  so funny, so kind.  will stick with you through thick and thin, always on your side.  gives great advice. the person across the room who you can’t stop staring at.  secretive, fearful, romantic.  both observant and judgmental. will hate you for judging them while they judge you.  their heart is bigger than anyone else’s, and all they really want is to fill it to its brim with love. very often the sidekick, but they stand out to me. they are quite obsessive and they rarely wait for explanations. they want to own the people they love.  intuitive.  loves you soooo much.  impossible to know fully. deep, powerful. the ocean flows inside them, yet all too often that ocean is stormy.  the person many people think i am, the person i sometimes i wish i was.  my confidante, my partner in crime, my heart, my friend.

sagittarius: the most supportive and dependable person on the planet.  an amazing friend, the best person to have in your corner.  honest and disorganized, friendly and capable.  very quick to anger and has a hard time admitting they’re wrong.  devotes themselves wholly and completely to their partner and puts them on a pedestal, but once they’ve moved on, they’ve really moved on.  tends to succeed, lucky.  has a hard time seeing the truth of a situation and often must be told what’s really going on.  charismatic and caring, overly generous.  can spread themselves thin.  guided chiefly by morals which they never abandon.  has a strong sense of right and wrong (specifically, they’re right, you’re wrong).  my backbone, my other mother.

capricorn: pensive and stoic.  has a brain that never stops going.  they wake up every morning in the climax of a novel they’ve written in their sleep.  loyal, just, intimidating.  cold and private.  mean to people who are mean to them.  shuts down entirely for seemingly no reason.  the wisest of all.  mature.  silently romantic. victim of their thoughts.  intense, original.  they want someone to fall really deeply in love with them, but they close themselves off to everyone. admires the beauty of the world, moved by small details that many people miss. always thinking of the future, no matter how good the present is.  judgmental. wants to be better than everyone else. exceptionally smart. often falling apart on the inside.  can think themselves into sickness, into joy, into anything. loves to be alone, hates more than anything to be lonely.  soft on the inside. the best leaders but they don’t like to lead.  kind-hearted and always doubting it. immensely fatalistic.  the dreamy head behind my eyes.  myself.

aquarius: very patient.  analytical, detached.  they have favorite people and things and they will be honest about who and what these favorites are.  they love you, they just can’t tell you.  wants to be cared for without caring in return. easy to talk to, somehow always makes you feel safe.  impressive intellect. generous with the people they love.  genuinely good, inspiring.  easily overwhelmed.  resorts to humor when offended.  doesn’t try very hard to act like they like someone they hate.  wants to be special.  artificially nice to authority figures.  can be surprisingly mean without intending to.  very good liars.  super funny.  compliments mean a lot coming from them.  the person i forget i am, the friend i should talk to more.

pisces: kind-hearted, funny.  to really know them, you kind of have to know them forever.  so easy to love.  hates to think about the difficulties of the world and prefers to just have fun.  very much in the present and tries not to think about the future.  as such, they sometimes behave without thinking and wind up messing things up for themselves.  they tend to be kind of lazy in regards to some things and extremely passionate in regards to others; there isn’t a lot of balance.  can be very mean and very angry.  won’t apologize first when you’ve made them mad. must express themselves in some way.  no matter how much they say that they love you, they always love you more than that.  quite sensitive, hates few things more than being called annoying. super generous, always wants to be there for you but hates not being able to make you happier. truly the sweetest. my favorite person, my brother.

A GUIDE FOR YOUNG LADIES ENTERING THE SERVICE OF THE FAIRIES, by Rosamund Hodge


I.

This is the lie they will use to break you: no one else has ever loved this way before.


II.

Choose wisely which court you serve. Light or Dark, Summer or Winter, Seelie or Unseelie: they have many names, but the pith of the choice is this: a poisoned flower or a knife in the dark?

(The difference is less and more than you might think.)

Of course, this is only if you go to them for the granting of a wish: to save your father, sister, lover, dearest friend. If you go to get someone back from them, or—most foolish of all—because you fell in love with one of them, you will have no choice at all. You must go to the ones that chose you.


III.

Be kind to the creature that guards your door. Do not mock its broken, bleeding face.

It will never help you in return. But I assure you, someday you will be glad to know that you were kind to something once.


IV.

Do not be surprised how many other mortal girls are there within the halls. The world is full of wishing and of wanting, and the fairies love to play with human hearts.

You will meet all kinds: the terrified ones, who used all their courage just getting there. The hopeful ones, who think that love or cleverness is enough to get them home. The angry ones, who see only one way out. The cold ones, who are already half-fairy.

I would tell you, Do not try to make friends with any of them, but you will anyway.


V.

Sooner or later (if you serve well, if you do not open the forbidden door and let the monster eat you), they will tell you about the game.

Summer battles Winter, Light battles Dark. This is the law of the world. And on the chessboard of the fairies, White battles Black.

In the glory of this battle, the pieces that are brave and strong may win their heart’s desire.


VI.

You already have forgotten how the mortal sun felt upon your face. You already know the bargain that brought you here was a lie.

If you came to save your sick mother, you fear she is dead already. If you came to free your captive sister, your fear she will be sent to Hell for the next tithe. If you came for love of an elf-knight, you are broken with wanting him, and yet he does not seem to know you.

Say yes.


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What I Read This Week

I read some AWESOME fics this week and I’m so happy to share them with you! It was a long weekend in Canada so I had plenty of time to read :)

Pigeon Alley by DiAnna44, Teen, 6.8k (WIP)
What’s meant to be will always find a way. Victor and Yuuri? They’re meant to be. SO GOOD so far!! Actor AU!

clean up on aisle five by alipiee, Gen, 5.3k
“You have got to be kidding me. Please tell me you did not drag me around that shop for over an hour for you to leave without his number, but with coconut milk, four different types of pasta and gluten-free cereal - you’re not even gluten intolerant!” LOOOOOOOOVE THIS! It’s so so cute!

Love and Gelato by flowercrownyuri (elevensong), Teen, 7.6k
Victor’s life consists of three things: taking classes at the local university, figure skating on the weekends, and working at a florist shop downtown. After years upon years of monotony, he’s convinced that nothing can take him by surprise anymore. However, when a new employee begins working at Celestino’s, a gelato shop across the road, Victor’s immediately intrigued. I’M SOBBING I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

‘Cause I’m a Taker, 'Cause I’m a Giver, It’s Only Nature by ken_ichijouji (dommific), Explicit, 75k (WIP)
The story of how Yuuri Katsuki slept with, dated, fell in love with, and married Victor Nikiforov. Yes, in that order. Such a great fic! Updated today!

The Rules For Lovers by ADreamingSongbird, Teen, 142k (WIP)
Prince Yuuri Katsuki has a duty to his country, above all else (his desires, his dreams, and his happiness included), and he knows this alliance will help to ensure the safety of his people. That’s the only reason he accepts Prince Nikiforov’s hand in marriage. The pleasant surprise, of course, is the part where they fall in love along the way. The unpleasant one, well…That’s a long story. FINALLY got around to reading the whole fic and WOW I love it so much!! I can’t wait to see what happens next!

The Most Beautiful Man in the World (Who Lives in My Apartment Building) by preciousbunnynoiz, Teen, 6.4k
The Most Beautiful Man in the World lives in Yuri’s apartment building but alas Yuri only sees him when Yuri looks like a dumpster goblin. One of my new faves!! 

our doubts are traitors by astoryaboutwar, Explicit, 25k (WIP)
The powered assassins AU in which betrayal comes first, forgiveness second, and love was always somewhere in the equation. That update!!! Oh my god!!!!!!!

The Two Mr. Nikiforovs by bratinella, Mature, 15k
Secrets are normal in Viktor’s opinion. Yuuri shares his sentiments. Everyone has secrets they keep from others and he knows even Yuuri has some just as Viktor has. He is very grateful to have trust and understanding between them and Viktor allows his husband to maintain his privacy just as Yuuri gives Viktor his own. Which lies in the problem. LOVED THIS! Must read!!

We’ll Be Fireproof by Lukesnotpunk, Explicit, 26k
Yuuri is a lifeguard at his local pool, Victor is the star of the swim team that practices there, and Yuuri might spend more than a healthy amount of time watching Victor more than the other swimmers. Victor might notice. Awesome fic!! I never knew I needed a swimmer AU until now hahaha!!

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Here’s to another week of great fic reading! Be sure to give the authors some love!

A cage of golden glass

Synopsis: There was you. An ordinary human girl, wrong place, wrong time. Then there was Loki. God of Mischief, war criminal. When Thor brings you to Asgard to ensure your safety, there is nobody else you come to hate more passionately than his evil foster brother. Then Odin finally decides on a new and much more effective kind of punishment for Loki, causing your whole world to fall apart. He would simply marry him off to a mortal, someone who is, by all means, “beneath” him. You.

Pairing: Loki x Reader
Rating: M
Chapter: 1/1 (Oneshot)
Words: 7217
Warnings: smut, forced marriage

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Too Much

MASTERLIST

Requested: no A/N: I’m in Norway so this is a planned post. p>

Word count: 2,239

My back was resting against the soft, white pillow. I pulled the covers higher, covering my entire body. I felt cold, but it had nothing to do with the temperature in the bedroom, it was all about the enormous fight Shawn and I had earlier. Fighting with him always made me feel so cold, so tired and completely drained from any sort of energy. I was reading a book or at least trying to, but I hardly managed to read a single page.

Honestly, I just needed something to distract me from the fact that Shawn had left the apartment in anger and I hadn’t heard from him since.

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acowar countdown challenge ≡ april 16 - april 22 [favorite otp]

I did not mind stepping out of the shadows, did not mind even being in the shadows to begin with, so long as he was with me. My friend through so many dangers—who had fought for me when no one else would, even myself.
“Of course I’ll dance with you,” Rhys said, his voice still raw. “All night, if you wish.”
“Even if I step on your toes?”
“Even then.”
He leaned in, brushing his mouth against my heated cheek. I closed my eyes at the whisper of a kiss, at the hunger that ravaged me in its wake, that might ravage Prythian. And all around us, as if the world itself were indeed falling apart, stars rained down.

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pairing: jughead jones x reader

word count: 1139

request: Hiya! Love your blog! Maybe a jughead one where he is dating you but is more in love with Betty than he is with you. He tells you this and just a lot of angst. Thanks!!

warning: there’s a curse word in this, if anyone cares. also this is super depressing, yikes, sorry.

On that fateful day, there were three things you knew for certain.

The first, was that you were in love with Jughead Jones.

You really wish you could just say it was a stupid, teenage infatuation— a high school boyfriend that was nothing serious, but every time you looked at him you felt something that you couldn’t even place into words. Every time you saw his face in the hallways, pictures, down the street, in the distance, or up close— your heart would light up in some way. You remembered that looking at him when you first met felt like your heart was full of Christmas lights. You remembered very clearly, the feeling of sitting across from him at Pop’s, each of you doing your own thing, but sometimes you would look up at him and notice how beautiful he looked when he was concentrating: blue eyes reflecting computer screen colors, biting his soft lip harshly. Even worse, when he looked up at you and smiled.

You couldn’t help it: he was your first everything. Your first kiss, your first boyfriend, first everything. Sure, he was not the first person to call you beautiful, but he was the first person who made you believe it. He would often find you sitting on the roof of his tiny room at the drive-in, crying. You would always say it was because of the movie, but he would always know when it wasn’t. He would bring his hand up to your face, the pad of his thumb wiping a stray tear away. He gave you such a fierce look of sincerity in his eyes when he said it, “You’re so beautiful,” it was impossible not to believe him.

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The meta explanation for the difference in style here is probably just that the animation budget dropped between seasons 1 and 3/these episodes had different directors…but I kind of like to think that the top one is Mokuba Vision™ and the bottom one is the objective, unbiased, as-pulled-directly-from-your-brain-by-the-Virtual-System version of events.

Like, the top one is dramatically sepia-toned and dramatic leaves are falling and no one else is around because it’s Them Against the World~ and Mokuba looks a little scared but Seto is the perfect parent and protector, resolute and unafraid and holding Mokuba’s hand

Meanwhile in the bottom one it’s a regular sunny day, a couple random orphanage bureaucrats are there, the boys are standing a few inches apart, and Seto looks less brave and more dead inside

Can you imagine if an internet connection was established between different worlds and suddenly people from different universes could communicate with each other

Someone makes a post complaining about how “an asshole at work today didn’t trim his dragon’s claws and now the floor is scratched” and someone else is like WAIT YOUR WORLD HAS DRAGONS EXPLAIN and OP ends up explaining what he sees as his boring everyday dragon job to all these strangers who think it’s the coolest thing ever

An elf from your average high fantasy world chats with a robot from a sci-fi universe and discovers that it doesn’t matter that he’s horrible with a bow and arrow because it turns out he’s really good at this thing called astrophysics

“What do you mean your people are suffering because the king got killed and everything’s falling apart? Here, I’ll send you info about the basics of our different governments. Go restructure your economy.”

The blending of different cultures. The discussion of different types of magic. Ideas about fusing science and magic. The sharing of technologies. Lives being saved because zombie-apocalypse-world is giving nuclear-apocalypse world survival tips or that one centaur told an alien about a new medical treatment.

inter-dimensional social media

This is part one of ?? ask memes containing 00′s lyrics.  This post contains mainly popular top 40 pop songs.

‘  a girl like you is impossible to find  ’
‘  ain’t no other man but you  ’
‘  and in the back of your mind i know you should be over me  ’
‘  been fueling up on cocaine  &  whiskey  ’
‘  best thing about tonight is that we’re night fighting  ’
‘  boys just come  &  go like seasons  ’
‘  can’t seem to get you off my mind  ’
‘  come  &  rest your bones with me  ’
‘  did we get hitched last night?  ’
‘  do you see how much i need you right now?  ’
‘  don’t tell me you’re sorry cause you’re not  ’
‘  don’t you ever for a second get to thinking you’re irreplaceable  ’
‘  fairytales don’t always have a happy ending,  do they?  ’
‘  feeling like i’m heading for a breakdown  ’
‘  how do i feel this good sober?  ’
‘  how long will i be waiting to be with you again?  ’
‘  i bet you’re hard to get over  ’
‘  i can have another you in a minute  ’
‘  i can’t look at you while i’m lying next to her  ’
‘  i don’t wanna be anything other than me  ’
‘  i don’t wanna be anything other than what i’ve been trying to be lately  ’
‘  i drove for miles  &  miles  &  wound up at your door  ’
‘  i have the tendency of getting very physical  ’
‘  i haven’t seen the sunshine in three damn days  ’
‘  i hope you know that this has nothing to do,  it’s personal  ’
‘  i hoped you were coming home to stay  ’
‘  i just called to say i love you,  come back home  ’
‘  i just called to say i want you to come back home  ’
‘  i keep her coming every night,  so hard to keep her satisfied  ’
‘  i know i left too much mess  &  destruction to come back again  ’
‘  i know i tend to get so insecure  ’
‘  i know you think that i shouldn’t still love you  ’
‘  i never thought i’d need you there when i cry  ’
‘  i promise i’m not trying to make your life harder  ’
‘  i said see you later boy  ’
‘  i swear i’ll change my ways  ’
‘  i think i’ve already lost you  ’
‘  i think you’re already gone  ’
‘  i wanna take a ride on your disco stick  ’
‘  i want to make you feel beautiful  ’
‘  i was off to drink you away  ’
‘  i wonder if i’ll ever change my ways  ’
‘  i would’ve stayed up with you all night had i known how to save a life  ’
‘  if i just lay here,  would you lie with me  &  just forget the world?  ’
‘  if your heart is always searching, can you ever found a home?  ’
‘  if you’re gone,  maybe it’s time to come home  ’
‘  is there anyone out there cause it’s getting harder  &  harder to breathe  ’
‘  it’s not always rainbows  &  butterflies,  it’s compromise,  it moves us along  ’
‘  it’s personal,  myself  &  i,  we got some straightening up to do  ’
‘  it’s time for me to go home  ’
‘  it’s time to be a big girl now  &  big girls don’t cry  ’
‘  it’s too late to apologize  ’
‘  it’s your fault you didn’t shut the refrigerator,  maybe that’s the reason i’ve been acting so could  ’
‘  i’ll be your best friend  &  you’ll be my valentine  ’
‘  i’ll do what it takes  ’
‘  i’m bringing sexy back  ’
‘  i’m going home to the place where i belong  ’
‘  i’m in love  &  always will be  ’
‘  i’m leaving,  never to come back again  ’
‘  i’m not crazy,  i’m just a little unwell  ’
‘  i’m not going to write you a love song  ’
‘  i’m not ready to make nice  ’
‘  i’m still mad as hell  ’
‘  i’ve had you so many times,  but somehow i want more  ’
‘  let’s get this party started  ’
‘  let’s talk this over,  it’s not like we’re dead  ’
‘  make them boys go loco  ’
‘  my heart is full  &  my door’s always open,  you come anytime you want  ’
‘  please,  just cut it out  ’
‘  she acts like summer  &  walks like rain  ’
‘  she always belonged to someone else  ’
‘  she listens like spring  &  she talks like june  ’
‘  shut up  &  put your money where your mouth is  ’
‘  since you’ve been gone my worlds been dark  &  grey  ’
‘  so much for my happy ending  ’
‘  some things in this world you just can’t change  ’
‘  some things you don’t need until they leave you  ’
‘  spare me your frickin’ dirty looks  ’
‘  steal some covers,  share some skin  ’
‘  tell me,  boy,  now wouldn’t that be sweet?  ’
‘  that’s what you get for waking up in vegas  ’
‘  they say time heals everything,  but i’m still waiting  ’
‘  this is not what i intended,  i always swore to you i’d never fall apart  ’
‘  this love has taken its toll on me  ’
‘  this shit is bananas  ’
‘  times square can’t shine as bright as you  ’
‘  tonight will be the night that i will fall for you over again  ’
‘  welcome to the real world  ’
‘  we’ll be playmates  &  lovers  &  share our secret worlds  ’
‘  when you look me in the eyes  &  tell me that you love me,  everything’s alright  ’
‘  when you’re gone the pieces of my heart are missing you  ’
‘  where did i go wrong,  i lost a friend  ’
‘  wish i had a good girl to miss me  ’
‘  you can hold my hand if you want to cause i wanna hold yours too  ’
‘  you got me twisted  ’
‘  you look so dumb right now  ’
‘  you put on quite a show,  really had me going  ’
‘  you reminded me of brighter days  ’
‘  you should turn yourself around  &  come on home  ’
‘  you’re so ugly when you cry  ’

The Notebook Ch.1

Title: The Notebook
Character: Lin X Reader
Prompt: When the reader runs into Lin in the airport, (literally “runs” into him), an accidental notebook swap occurs in the confusion, and they go home with each other’s work.
Word Count: 2,859 (wowie)
W/T: none???
A/N: wow it’s been a while. Two things; 1, this is literally a dream I had. 2, I blame @secretschuylersister for wearing off on me enough to write this.
~SJ

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The blinding lights and bustling streets of New York only seem like background noise to you at this point in your life. You’ve lived here since you graduated college, and it hasn’t been as bad as you’d originally thought. Sure, the towering skyscrapers and ceaseless shouting or honking outside of your apartment was much different than the silent cricket chirps outside of your family’s home back in Missouri, but it was a much needed change.

In fact, living in New York has changed your life completely. You were still the same kiddo from the small country town back home, aspiring to do great things. You still said “y'all”. You still lived off of sweet tea. You still had all of your little traits you’d gained from growing up there. But once you hit New York? “Culture Shock” was really the only way to describe it.

It seemed like you were never alone in the “City that Never Sleeps”. The streets were never empty, the lights glaring from the billboards outside of your window were your new night stars, and you always saw something new everyday. It’s was probably one of the best places for you to be with your dream job; writing. A new thing seen on the side of the street fueled a new song lyric, a new poem, a new story, and new something. You were constantly jotting stuff down in your favorite black notebook, usually adding to your current project; a musical.

“Hey, Y/N, do you want me to go get you something before you leave for the airport?” Your roommate’s voice inquires from the opposite side of the dining room table, her head resting in her hand defeatedly from her work. You don’t even bother to peal your eyes away from your page, frantically scribbling down yet another lyric for one of your main characters. “Nah, I’ll probably just grab something quick on the way to the airport. Thanks though, Ky.” She raises an eyebrow at you, obviously doubting that you will. “Uh huh. Like all of those other times that you’ve said that you’ll get something to eat on the way out, and proceed to not go out, continue to write in that stupid notebook of yours, and stay up until I wake up the next morning?”

“Okay okay, you’ve got me there.” You breathe, allowing for her to pull the black leather bound pages away from you. “But what can I say, Ky? I’m basically a writing machine, I just can’t help it. There’s too many ideas locked up inside of my mind to not write them all down. I wanna share them with the world!”

“You can keep writing about those silly little characters you’ve got after you eat something, Y/N. There’s my leftovers in the fridge I’ll let you have if you eat them right now.” Kylie offers, gesturing to the stainless steel door behind her. “Yeah yeah, okay. No need to blackmail me here.” You retort, rolling your eyes and nudging her aside. Slipping your hand around the cool handle, you yank the door open and pull out the white styrofoam box, ready to devour it in order to keep writing. “You never talk to me about anything besides your stupid musical now, Y/N. I wanna talk about other stuff.” Kylie huffs, flopping into the wooden chair across from yours at the table.

“That came out of nowhere.” You chuckle, settling back into your spot, this time eating instead of writing. “I know, but I feel like you’ve just been kinda distant lately. I don’t think you’ve actually talked to me about your life for at least a month-oh my god you’ve never talked to me about your love life. Tell me. Now.” Kylie gushes, her eyes widening at the thought of not knowing. “I’ve never talked about it because it’s non-existent.” You joke through a mouthful of a quesadilla. “When was your last relationship?” She questions, her eyebrows furrowing slightly with concern. You simply shrug. “Last kiss?” “Never had one.” “Last time you were in love?!” “Does the kid I hated in 1st grade count?”

“Oh my god, why have you never told me that you’re helpless?!” Kylie cries, flailing her hands around frantically. “I didn’t realize that my love life was a big deal to you?” You snort, suddenly reconsidering if you should’ve just lied to her and said you had a boyfriend. Wow, that actually did make you sound really lonely. Nice going. “Um, hello?! Being in love is one of the-no, IS the best feeling in the world?!”

“Love is a choice, not really an emotion, KyKy.” You correct, gently pointing your fork at her in correction. Or at least, that’s what you’ve always known it as. Throughout high school, you saw relationship after relationship go strong for a solid three months, and then crash and burn because the “feeling just wasn’t there” and they’d already moved on to a new lover. You never understood how people could just hook up because of “a feeling”, and then not try to fix it if they thought it was that important. It’s always seemed like it should be an effort from both parties, not just “run with this instinct”. That and everyone in your school were a bunch of idiots.

“Wow. Okay I need to take you out with me sometime, you’re going to get a boyfriend to call your own.” Kylie breathes, making it sound like it’s going to be a hassle. “Hey! I’m perfectly lovable, thank you very much.” You snap, narrowing your eyes at her. “Oh are you now, little Miss No-Love-Life?” She throws back just as quickly. “By the sounds of it, you really aren’t.”

“Well it’s not just that nobody’s ever had a crush on me, I can name off a couple. It’s a matter of them not sharing the same ideals and such as me.” “Oh, please do go on. I’m curious of what these ideals could possibly be.” Kylie teases, leaning into her hands playfully.

“Simple. None of them have ever understood my love for writing, how I need to throw my thoughts onto paper, how I want too make something out of thin air.” There were a couple of people from high school you can remember having a bit of a thing for you, but at the same time you can remember how you cast them away way too quickly when you got to know them. In retrospect, you were probably kinda cruel to them, but you’ve always stood by what you learned from growing up. Your stubbornness wasn’t about to give in on the one thing that you’ve always loved.

“Oh, so you want someone who’s just as insane as you about writing, so that you two can die together because you forgot about your needs for survival? Got it.” Kylie laughs, still in disbelief that guys had crushes on you. “Whatever, Ky. Just give me my notebook back already, I’ve gotta get going.” You fume, shoving the empty takeout box at her from across the table. “Okay, geez. Didn’t know you were such a crabby person when you’re away from your paper.” She sighs, handing back your notebook. “Most people would get upset if you held their child hostage.”

“Wow, you really are obsessed with that thing, aren’t you?”

“Goodbyeeeee Kylie.” You draw out, wrapping your hand around the handle of your luggage, and tossing your backpack over your shoulder as you head for the front door. “Waitwaitwaitwait.” She fumbles, racing towards you. She wraps her thin arms around you, embracing you tightly. “Stay safe, Y/N. And find yourself a boyfriend while you’re at it.” You roll your eyes jokingly and hug back, the resentment from moments ago melting away.

“Okay, now get going you lug. I want the apartment to myself for as long as I can get.” Kylie finishes, gently pushing you out the door and into the complex’s hallway. “Whatever. I’ll see you in two weeks, you snot.” You call back, rolling your bag towards the elevator.

Tucking an earbud into your ear, you bury your phone into your pocket and pull you pencil out from behind your other ear, already jotting some more stuff down about your main characters and their backgrounds. Maybe have them meet at a party? No, that’s too High School Musical-y. Maybe in the park? Meh, cliché. What about if they just run into each other somewhere-literally run into each other? That’s a good one, adds to the comedic effect. Would their best friends push them back together? Is there going to be a huge fight, or will there be a tragedy for one of them that makes the super withdrawn? Why not both? Will one of them die in the end? Will one of them leave and fall for someone else? Will there be a happily ever after-ew no. Happy endings always happen by happenstance, and it’s just not logical. That doesn’t happen in the real world. No happy endings.

Thoughts continue to flood through your mind and onto the paper as you hit the outside of your apartment building and whistle for a taxi, hoping that one stops within the next five minutes. Luckily, the first one manages to see you and pulls over, letting you climb in the back. The driver’s gruff voice calls to you, “Where ya headed?”. “JFK.” You quickly respond, scratching something out on another page just to rewrite the idea. “Ya don’t sound like yer from ‘round here, little lady. You headed back home or sometin’?” He asks curiously, his voice rather warm and inviting, like your favorite uncle or something.

“Is it that easy to tell?” You laugh, forcing yourself away from your journal for a little bit to keep a conversation with him. “Trust me, lil’ lady, I’ve had ma fair share of outta-towners in this her’ girl. Ya sound kinda southern, but not really. Midwest maybe?” He guesses, tilting his dark sunglasses down to look at you from his rearview mirror. “You’re good.” You nod, smiling at his correct answer. “That’s what I thought.” He smirks, pushing his sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose. “Anytin’ in particular yar’ leavin’ for?”

“Nothing more than returning home for a couple of weeks at this point. Maybe busting with some old friends, who knows.” You answer distantly, the thoughts of what could happen at home overcoming you for a moment. There’s so many people you haven’t seen in what feels like forever. And you haven’t seen your dog in ages, either. “Simple 'nuff. Wish I could go back home fer’ a lil’ bit, ya know? Get ta visit with ma Nana again, see how she’s been doin’.”

“How long has it been since you’ve gone home?” You question, taking in his features as you do so. A bit larger, receding hairline pretty evident, dark sideburns, and an impressive beard to match. They all seem to fit his voice perfectly. “Uh, let’s see her’. Probably when I graduated, so… Eleven ye-nah, that’s too short. Probably somewhere closer ta fifteen or so, s'uppose.” He draws out, scratching his curly beard. “Fifteen years?!” You instinctively blurt out, instantly regretting it. “Ya, I’ve been stuck up her’ in da Big Apple fer’ a long while now, ya know? I just haven’t really given myself a chance ta get outta her’. Glad ya can, doh. Helps lift ma spirits a bit, seein’ ya off.”

“Speakin’ a which, her’ ya are, lil’ lady! The famous plane port of da Big Apple!” He presents, parking the cab along the curb next to the front entrance. You blink a bit, taking in the sudden appearance of the airport and its towering parts. “Oh wow. We got here fast. How much do I owe you?” You start pulling your wallet out of your backpack, but a gentle, calloused hand sets itself on your shoulder. Slightly confused, you turn towards the front seat, only to be greeted by the same smiling face as before.

“No charge fer’ ya, lil’ lady. It’s been a bit since I’ve had a good ol’ conversation with someone, ya know? Ever'one her’ is always in a rush and snappy, wantin’ ta get somewhere quick. Thank ya for given ma a good laugh today.”

You don’t know how to respond. Your mouth has opened to try and deter him, but nothing comes out, which only makes his grin wider and more toothy. “Now get a move on, lil’ lady. Don’t want ya ta be a missin’ dat flight of ya’s cuz’ I’m bein’ nice.”

Flabbergasted, you slowly climb out of the backseat and onto the sidewalk, bag and notebook in hand, and watch the dandelion yellow taxi pull away, leaving a thin cloud of exhaust in its wake. You glance down at your watch, the minute hand hovering over the 6 is all the indication you need to start booking it to your gate.

Weaving between as many people as you can while still jotting stuff down about that taxi driver in your notebook, you hurry across the airport, trying to multitask and catch your plane all in due time. It’s not as hard as you thought it would be, considering everyone was clearing a path for you as you plowed towards them.

Well, except one person.

Your notebook goes clambering to the glossy tile floor as you topple to the ground, your backpack slipping off of your shoulder and your luggage rolling out of reach. Your back crashes against the hard ground, and your lungs collapse in on themselves for a moment on impact. Thank god you had the wind knocked out of you for a second, because if you hadn’t, you probably would’ve said something utterly embarrassing about the rather cute guy on top of you, his face inches from yours.

“Oh shi- I’m so sorry! Here lemme-uh-…” He fumbles, trying to push himself off of you as quickly as possible without making it more awkward. He manages it, (somehow), and offers you a hand, which you take, a bit dazed from the impact still. Wow, he’s stronger than he looks. “Uhhh…” He sounds off, awkwardly brushing some invisible dust off of your clothes. “Sorry about that. I get kinda caught up in my head sometimes.”

“No, it’s fine, I do too. I should’ve looked where I was going in the first place.” You apologize, leaning down to pick up your notebook. “Oh, let me get that for you.” He instantly states, snatching it up in his hands. “Huh, this one looks like the one I have.” He chuckles slightly, patting his pocket for a second before going into a panic. “Wait, where is my notebook?” He stammers out, spinning around to look for it.

“Oh, is this it?” You ask, picking up an identical notebook to yours next to your slightly rolled away luggage. His face immediately softens at the sight of it, his eyes almost brightening. “Wow, we really are a mess, huh?” He laughs nervously, swapping notebooks with you.

“Y/N.”

“Lin.”

A single best of silence passes between the two of you, before your watch beeps at you. You glance down to it to see that your flight leaves in five minutes, and panic washes over you. “Sorry Lin, but I don’t wanna miss my plane. Nice talking to you!” You shout over your shoulder as you take off in a dead sprint for your exit, which is now within sight.

Frantically waving down the flight attendant like in the movie Home Alone, she graciously reopens the door to the plane for you, and you quickly take to your seat, pushing your carry on into whatever overhead space you can find.

The seatbelt light flickers on overhead, and you try to settle into place. Luckily, not many people are on the flight to St. Louis, so you have the row to yourself. The flight attendants flow into the isle to do their normal routine of safety, but you tune them out and set your notebook on your lap, digging out a pencil from your backpack, ready to write again. That taxi driver really gave you a new idea for a character that helps advance the plot of your musical.

Flipping open to a random page, you skim over everything, trying to find the right area to start again. Let’s see, Laurens and Hamilton have a thing for each other, Angelica has a thing for Hamilton, Jefferson is a magenta ass-wait. Since when did you have a Laurens? Or a Hamilton? Or an Angelica? Or a Jefferson? When did they all develop a thing for each other? This handwriting doesn’t look like yours, it’s too nice for scribbles.

You thumb through the other pages, becoming more and more frantic as you see the same penmanship sprawling across the other yellowing pages. Where did all of your work go?! When did it get replaced with this- this- what do you even call this?!

Then it hits you. The clumsy yet cute man that tackled you. The awkwardness of the encounter. The panic over notebooks.

Oh no.

Lin has your notebook.

And you have his.

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Please give me feedback on this story, because I’ve been away so long!

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'I promise you nothing had ever happened at that point' and something with laur pretty please? love you

“I promise you, nothing had ever happened at that point”

“How could you?” I asked, wiping the tears falling down away from my cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, I… We just started talking again, you know? We somehow got back to being friendly and it was so nice, because then there wouldn’t be any awkward moments for our friends and-“ Shawn stuttered through his words.

While saying them aloud, he realised there was really no excuse. He quickly wiped a single tear escaping his eyes away.

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DEAR EVAN HANSEN LYRIC STARTERS ! 
     feel free to change any pronouns & such & make it more like your muse would say it, if you need to ! <3

“ have you been writing those letters to yourself? ”
“ dear ____, today’s gonna be a good day & here’s why…”
“ can we try to have an optimistic outlook, huh? ”
“ can we buck up just enough to see the world won’t fall apart? ”
“ we’re not giving up before we’ve tried. ”
“ this year, we make a new start. ”
“ perfect. ”
“ i’m proud of you already. ”
“ another stellar conversation for the scrapbook. ”
“ i’m kinda coming up empty. ”
“ does anybody have a map? ”
“ anybody maybe happen to know how the hell to do this? ”
“ i don’t know if you can tell, but this is just me pretending to know. ”
“ i need a clue. ”
“ the scary truth is i’m flying blind. ”
“ i’m making this up as i go. ”
“ you are not missing the first day. ”
“ i already said i’d go tomorrow. ”
“ he doesn’t listen. ”
“ look at him, he’s probably high.”
“ he’s definitely high. ”
“ each days another wrong turn. ”
“ i’ve learned to slam on the brake before i even turn the key. ”
“ give them no reason to stare. ”

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Disastrous || Joe Sugg

Originally posted by luminescent-jaspar

Requests are currently [ OPEN ]

Masterlist can be found [ HERE ]

Word Count: 1.2k+

Summary: In which you and Joe broke up two years ago, and yet when he calls you up one night, slurring his words, you can’t bring yourself to hand up.

Dedicated too: My little snowflake emilie, @emiliesnowflake , who personally requested a Joe imagine quite a few hours ago and I just couldnt let her go without.




Disastrous. That was the only word that could describe your past relationship with Joe. You were both far too young when it happened, and things progressed way too fast. You both fell head first into the ground and didn’t know how to handle it. He’d only just moved to London and was living with Caspar Lee at the time; he was young and naive, and you were even younger and even more naive.

Your break up was messy, an hour of screaming and shouting and tears before eventually you just ended things and stormed out of his apartment, slamming the door behind you and only ever hearing from him once after that. He sent you a text the next morning, after you spent the night sobbing into your pillow, that simply read ‘I’m sorry’.

You read it, but didn’t bother to reply. It wasn’t worth it; the relationship had been toxic, and by then you’d both become more of a brand than a couple. You knew that your fns would wonder why you suddenly weren’t in any of Joe’s videos, and even more so his vlogs; but you pushed that worry away and focused on yourself for a while. You hadn’t done that in a while.

You stared at yourself in the mirror for hours, questioning very detail about yourself - until finally you logged onto twitter and began replying to some tweets, reassuring everyone that you were okay but would just be absent from social media for a few days seeing as you needed some time to yourself.

Just reading the loving messages that people had sent you, even the short text you’d received from Zoe, which simply had two red hearts; and even though they may not have seemed like much to anyone else - they really meant the entire world. You initially thought that everything would fall apart, but your friendships held strong and even when Joe revealed that the two of you had intact broken up in a Q&A two weeks later, the fans didn’t choose sides. Instead they supported you both, and it made you feel wonderful.

Now, three years later, you still thought back to your days with Joe on occasion, and instead of making you sad, it made you smile. Your relationship hadn’t ended well, and you would forever regret letting that happen, but you’d shared a few tweets and you knew for a fact that he still watched your videos and ditto. He still meant so much to you: even if things could never go back to how they were before. He was your first real relationship, and you’d forever cherish that.

But the moment you received a phone call from Zoe in the middle of the night, you knew that maybe, everything wasn’t so alright. You were already awake, like the night owl you were, and so you answered the call within seconds, your face scrunched up worriedly. “Zo, what’s wrong? Is everything okay? Has someone died? Oh god I hope nobody’s died.” You squeezed your eyes closed and forced yourself to stop your nervous rambling, but when nobody on the other end of the line spoke, you quickly made sure they hadn’t hung up before frowning and pressing the phone beck against your ear. “Zoe, are you there?”

“I’m sorry..”

The familiar voice on the other end of the line made your eyes widen, but you scramble dup onto your knees nonetheless and held onto the phone tightly. “Joe?”

“I’m sorry for making you think I was Zoe, but I knew you wouldn’t answer if I called you from my phone.” His words were slurred, and you knew immediately that there was no way he was sober. He giggles on the other end of the line, and you couldn’t help but purse your lips in an attempt to hide your smile. “Did you know, that I think about you all the time?”

You know you should probably hang up, and text Alfie and ask him to go and check up on the obviously pissed man - but instead you decide to keep him happy and stay on the phone. To be honest, you’d missed his voice more than you were willing to admit. You smile softly at his admission and shake your head, almost forgetting that he couldn’t see you. “You do?”

“Mhm. I miss you every single day.” His voice is quiet, soft and gentle as you hear him shuffle around a little. He sighs, and you can almost picture the sleepy pout on his face. “I wish you were here with me so I could tell you that I’m sorry.”

As he speaks, you get comfortable on your bed, and frown sadly at his words. “Why’re you sorry?”

He sniffles, and your heart clenches in your chest. “I just- that night, when we broke up, I was wrong. I was so so wrong and I shouldn’t have shouted at you and I’m sorry.”

You press your lips together as a tear rolls down your cheek, and you laugh, but your voice cracks mid-way through. “It’s okay, Joe. Wo were too young, too immature. We would never have worked, you know that, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” he breathes out slowly, and she chews on the inside of her cheek nervously, waiting for his next words. “I just wish that instead of screaming at eachother we’d have spoken calmly about our feelings. Maybe things would’ve been different, maybe you’d be here with me now..”

You blink quickly and glance to your left of the photo of you and him whilst on holiday in Italy, something you’d never quite been able to bring yourself to move. “We would’ve snapped eventually, Joe. It was just a matter of time, and you know that.”

“It doesn’t matter! I still miss you!” He raises his voice, overwhelmed with emotion after speaking to you directly for the first time in two years. You flinch a little, not expecting the volume of voice. “I miss you every single day and body understand why, but I do! I love you, I love you so fucking much and I don’t know why I still do and why I can’t stop myself from feeling this way but that’s just the way it is.”

“Joe, I need you to calm down, okay?” Your voice is calm, but on the inside you’re whole stomach is turning. “Listen to me, love, I need you to take a deep breath, and then hang up the phone, okay? Then you’ll go and drink a big glass of water, give your sister her phone back, and get some rest. Can you do that for me?”

He hums softly. “Why can’t you be the one to hang up?”

You smile sadly, and shake your head. “I don’t think I’ll be able too.”

You both stay quiet for a while, simply listening to eachother breath before Joe inhales suddenly. “Goodnight, princess.”

You squeeze your eyes shut at the familiar nickname, and have to force a reply out of your mouth. “Goodnight, Joe. Get some rest.”

“Okay.” He sighs, and you wait patiently until you can no longer hear him breathing on the other end of the line before dropping the phone onto the bed and running your hands down your face.

“Fuck.”

♢Between the Seams (1)

Originally posted by tyra2215

(( Time Travel AU ))  

(A/N): I’ve never been so excited to start a series in my life. I hope everyone enjoys reading as much as I had fun writing this! Heads up though, I have no idea how I’m gonna end this. Just get ready for a lot of emotional pain. Feedback is greatly appreciated!

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x Jimin 

Genre: Expect lots of angst and smut, if I dare

Trigger Warnings: (For now) Strong language, very suggestive themes. 

Word Count: 4058

Description: ‘Travellers’ are a rarity in this world, and so are the two men you treasure the most; your best friend, Jeon Jungkook and boyfriend, Park Jimin. They are the constant in your life that you’re never ungrateful for and you’ve never felt happier with both of them always by your side. 

But everything as you know it changes entirely the day the universe decides to gift with you a nasty surprise, and for the first time in a long while, the future scares you. Your life gradually falls apart in front of your eyes, and there’s nothing you can do to keep it from crumbling away altogether.

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You can see the fear in his eyes… this man is showing us that, he’s scared to lose her. That he can’t exist in the world without her. He’s showing that she’s the only one for him in this universe, the only one who he finally have after losing everything else. This is him showing that she’s the be all or be end for him. You see the pain and the fear of losing someone again in his eyes. He’s on the brink of falling apart but he’s holding it all in but his eyes says it all

Originally posted by emiliaclarq

Shy

Awwweee yay ! :) So I thought of a Bucky imagine (he’s such a bae) maybe where you’re dating him but you’re also a bit shy and you feel bad about that, but Buck thinks it’s totally cute and loves it. One time while you’re over at his Apartment in the Tower you cuddle but then Bucky starts tickling you which Ends up, you on top of him. Since then, things get heated and passionate and Bucky makes the night all about you? :) I hope you’re okay with this smut hihi THX <3 <3

-SMUT WARNING-

Originally posted by seb-smut

You were always a timid, shy person. Your face would turn a bright red anytime someone spoke to you and your voice would come out wobbly and soft. The team had to get used to your quiet voice and had to remember not to call you out on it; or else you’d feel upset.

Everyone knew you were shy and had a shell you liked to remain in. Bucky Barnes has brought you out of that shell, little by little. He adores how shy and quiet you are, but he also loves to see you initiate a conversation on your own.

It took you a while to warm up to everybody and the first time you let yourself laugh uncontrollably without a care in the world made Bucky fall even more in love with you.


You were sitting in Bucky’s apartment in the Avengers tower, cuddling after your movie had ended. The final credit rolled off the screen and you stretched out, sighing. “I liked that movie.” Bucky said with a smile. “I know right! It’s so cute. Olaf is my favorite.” You said softly with a small squeak of a giggle.

“What was that squeak, Doll?” Bucky asked, chuckling lightly. You blushed and giggled a little more. “Stooopp.” You playfully whined, lightly hitting Bucky’s muscular chest. “Nooo.” Bucky whined back, pulling you into his lap.

You giggled a little more, feeling Bucky’s hands rest on your sides. “You’re so gorgeous, Y/N.” Bucky said, looking into your eyes. Your cheeks burned red and you hid your face with your hands. “Aww, Doll!” Bucky chuckled, rubbing your sides.

A loud string of laughter came from your mouth at the sudden action, your body writhing slightly. “That tickles!” You whined, pouting as you moved Bucky’s hands away from you. Bucky smiled and raised his eyebrows at you. “Oh, it does?” Bucky teasingly asked.

You felt his fingers dig into your sides and you squealed out, laughing harder as he continued. You gasped for air, writhing around in Bucky’s lap. He laughed with you and you tried to push his hands away but he didn’t budge. His eyes remained on you as his heart fluttered in his chest.

“S-stop, ple-eaaase!” You squealed while you laughed so hard tears filled your eyes. Bucky’s fingers slowed to a stop and you breathed heavily, collapsing into Bucky’s chest, with a strong laugh.

Bucky fell silent and you caught your breath, looking up at him. Your sides burned from the tickle session. Bucky was staring at you, a smile on his face. “What?” You softly asked, clearing your throat gently. “I love you.” Bucky whispered.

Your eyes widened and your mouth opened slightly. “Y-you do?” You asked, getting shy again. You could hear the small intake of breath Bucky took. “I do. So much.” Bucky said, pulling you in for a kiss.

You kissed Bucky back, a small smile tugging at your lips. You pulled away, gasping for air. “I love you too.” You said, twirling a strand of Bucky’s hair around your index finger.

Bucky’s eyes remained on your face as he slowly leaned into your neck. You nervously sat there, anxious for his next move.

A small gasp fell from your mouth as you felt Bucky’s lips press to your neck. Your eyes fluttered closed as he pulled away just enough to let his tongue trace little circles against your pulse point. “Bucky.” You whispered breathlessly.

Your shy nature caused your cheeks to turn bright red. “Y/N, let me show you how much I love you.” Bucky whispered into your ear, making you shiver. You opened your eyes and nodded slightly. “O-okay.” You said softly.

Bucky pulled away from your neck and looked you in the eyes. You got even more shy and turned away. “Baby doll, it’s okay. It’s just me.” Bucky said with a smile.

You frowned at Bucky, feeling bad about yourself for being so shy. “Hey, what’s the matter?” Bucky asked, looking at you worriedly. “Was it me? Oh no, did I go too far?” Bucky asked, feeling like this was his fault.

You shook your head quickly. “No! No, I..I want to. It’s just, I’m too shy. I don’t have a lot of experience.” You said quietly, feeling ashamed. “Y/N, that’s okay. I don’t mind. I love how shy you are.” Bucky said, kissing your nose.

You smiled and bit your lip. Bucky looked at your lips and brought his thumb to them, slowly pulling your bottom lip from underneath your teeth. “I’ll make it all about you tonight.” Bucky said as softly as you usually speak, making you feel safe in his arms.

You blushed and nodded, holding onto Bucky as he stood with you clinging to him. Bucky carried you to his bed from his little couch in his bedroom.

Bucky gently put you down on your back and slid off his shoes before hovering above you. He smiled down at you and began to lift your shirt up, his flesh hand rubbing the smooth skin exposed to him.

“Is this okay?” Bucky asked as his hand slid further up your shirt. You hesitantly nodded, goosebumps covering your skin from the cool air in the room. You leaned up so Bucky could take your shirt off and he sighed out, looking down at you.

You shyly crossed your arms over your chest, wishing you hadn’t worn such a girly pink bra. Bucky frowned, pulling your arms away. “You’re gorgeous.” Bucky whispered, leaning down to kiss your collarbones.

You felt Bucky raise your arms above your head, adding a little pressure as he gripped your wrists. Bucky’s lips made their way to the top of your left breast and you gasped, closing your eyes for a split second.

You quickly opened them, watching as Bucky licked a stripe up your cleavage. “You’re so soft, Y/N.” Bucky said with a smile, moving his flesh hand to pull your bra strap down your shoulder.

“I like the pink, by the way.” Bucky said, making you blush again. “Th-thanks.” You said with a soft giggle. Bucky pulled your other bra strap down, helping you sit up again so he can remove your bra.

The cool air caused your nipples to harden and Bucky let out a small groan. “Amazing.” He breathed, leaning down to capture one in his mouth. You let out a squeak and Bucky groaned even louder, grazing his teeth against your nipple.

“You can be loud, Y/N, I really don’t mind.” Bucky said in a sultry tone as he pulled away from your breast.


You were a sweaty and loud moaning mess, your hands tangled in Bucky’s hair as he worked his tongue around your clit. You could feel him groan against you every time you tugged on his hair.

“B-Bucky I’m gonna-” You whimpered out, arching your back. The pleasure spread throughout your whole body as Bucky continued to lick and suck on your pussy.

Bucky’s metal arm held your hips down as you writhed around on the bed. Bucky cleaned you up with his tongue and kissed his way up your stomach. “Mm, you taste just as innocent.” Bucky moaned, nipping at your skin.

Your breathing was heavy and deep, your head still spinning from your orgasm. “You’re good at that.” You said breathlessly. Bucky chuckled deeply. “I aim to please my Princess.” He said, resting in between your legs.

You bit your lip and looked down at Bucky’s still covered cock. “Do you want to go further?” Bucky quietly asked. You nodded. “Words, baby.” Bucky said, kissing your chin. “Yes, I want you Bucky.” You whimpered, craving to feel him inside of you.

You blushed at your own words and Bucky pulled off his boxers. His erection sprang free and you gasped. Bucky chuckled, taking it in his hand. The tip was red and you could tell he was ready to chase his own release.

Bucky aligned himself in between your legs, rubbing the tip against your sensitive clit. Your hips jerked a tad at the contact and you whimpered. “I love the sounds you make.” Bucky said lowly, grabbing your hands and holding them above your head.

You whined impatiently, rubbing your wet pussy against Bucky’s hard cock. “Bucky, please.” You softly begged.

Bucky smirked and started to slip himself inside of you slowly and carefully. You gasped and your eyes momentarily rolled into the back of your head.

“Fuck.” Bucky groaned out, sliding in deeper as he watched you. He stretched you a good bit and you definitely felt full. Or so you thought. Bucky finally filled you up, his pubic bone resting against your clit. He was a lot to take in for sure.

Bucky gave you time to adjust and you were panting. “You’re so wet for me, котенок.” Bucky rasped, starting to slide in and out slowly.

You moaned, wanting him to take control. “Harder.” You begged, looking into Bucky’s eyes. “Are you sure?” He asked, suddenly growing serious. “Yes. I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk.” You said softly, trying to pull your hands out of his grip.

Bucky gasped and moaned. “God, you’re sexy when you’re shy, but this is a new side of you.” Bucky smirked and pulled out, and just as quickly, he shoved himself back in. You cried out, loving how he filled you. “Shit, yes.” Bucky growled.

Bucky started to pound into you, his mouth catching onto one of your bouncing breasts. You wrapped your legs around Bucky’s waist, screaming out his name as his thrusts got faster. “Bucky, oh my god!” You cried.

Bucky’s flesh hand twitched in yours and you bit your lip. “Choke me, Soldier.” You whimpered out. Your face got red, not believing your mouth spoke what was on your mind.

Bucky’s thrusts came to a complete stop. “Oh, котеноk.” Bucky said with a devious smile. Bucky got up on his knees, still inside of you. His flesh hand released yours and he brought it to your neck. You moaned, moving your hips against his.

Bucky’s thick cock slid in and out of you and he applied more pressure to your throat. He started to thrust inside of you faster and harder. “You like that? You like when I choke you and fuck you this hard?” Bucky said, his breath uneven.

You nodded, gripping onto his wrist. You could still breathe through your mouth and you let out a particularly loud moan when Bucky’s cock hit your g-spot. “There it is.” He chuckled darkly.

Bucky’s metal thumb started to rub fast circles against your clit and you felt your orgasm approach quickly. “I’m close.” You squealed, gasping for air.

Bucky grunted and nodded. “I feel you-oh God.” Bucky growled as your pussy clenched around him. “Wait for me. Don’t cum yet, Princess.” He said, speeding up his movements.

You moaned, digging your nails into Bucky’s arm. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Bucky groaned, his thrusts losing their rhythm. You couldn’t hold it back anymore. You had to cum and you had to do it now.

“Buckyyyy”, you moaned as your pussy tightened around Bucky’s cock again, “I need to-” “Cum for me, Y/N. Cum.” Bucky ordered. You gasped as your orgasm hit you.

Bucky’s hand tightened around your throat, so much so, you couldn’t breathe. You didn’t care, you loved it. A smile formed on your lips as you came around Bucky.

You felt hot and long spurts of Bucky’s cum fill you up inside, a little bit seeping out of your pussy. Bucky came down from his high and you moaned as you finished coming down from yours.

Bucky pulled out slowly and fell onto his back beside you. You both were breathing heavy and you let out a small giggle. You covered your face with your hands. “What’s so funny?” Bucky asked with a chuckle. “I’m getting shy.” You said quietly.

Bucky chuckled again. “You’re always shy.” He said with a smile. Bucky got up to get a damp towel to clean you both up with.

You and Bucky were cuddling now, still unclothed and worn out. Bucky’s metal hand was drawing small circles on your back and you pressed kisses to his scar. “I love you.” You whispered softly.

You lovingly looked up at him, your cheeks red. “I love you too, my shy girl.” Bucky smiled, pulling you in for a kiss.

Note: omg, i hope you liked this! thanks for the cute request! i relate to this, ugh. im so frickin shy, its a pain sometimes .c

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anonymous asked:

Would you be up for Bughead angst? Like maybe the two of them get into a fight over something huge, like he gets jealous of another boy who likes her or Betty feels like they're growing apart because they don't hang out as much/he's not very affectionate anymore and she confronts him about it only for him to argue? That's only if you're up for it! If you are, thank you!

I’m always down to write anything, I have to warn you though, usually all of my stories end in happy endings. I’m a sucker for a good fairytale ending!

*****

People moved on, it happened, it was a natural way of life.

Betty just never thought jughead would move on, from her.

It was obvious what was happening, he had fallen out of love with her. He was distant. Cancelling dates, pulling away when she tried to kiss him in public, and almost never returning her texts.

She racked her brain for hours last night , trying to figure out where it all went wrong. She knew she was difficult, and she could be selfish, lord knows her temper wasn’t as it should be, but jughead always understood, whenever they had a problem, they talked about it.

The last four weeks had been horrible, school had been getting in the way, jughead had been working on rebuilding his relationship with his father , while Betty’s relationship with her parents was falling apart in front of her eyes.

She was tired.

Jughead deserved the world, and if she couldn’t be that for him, it was time to move on.

She still loved him, god she still loved him, no matter how bad he had been treating her this past month, and because she loved him so much she had to let him go.

He would find someone else.

Someone with less baggage, someone who could make him happy.

Weighing the red and grey flannel in her hands she watched as a tear fell on the familiar shirt.

He had given her this flannel after he caught her shivering at the drive in. He had walked all the way home in just a black tshirt. She wore that flannel to bed every night.

One day he caught her all cuddled up in his flannel and smiled

“That’s my favorite shirt”

She had tried to give it back, but he shook his head

“Looks better on you”

She would give it back today, kind of a sign of closure.

She had texted jughead and told him to meet her at Riverdale park, it was an emergency.

Sitting on the cold bench, the sun setting in front of her she couldn’t believe what a beautiful night it was.

She almost wished for rain, something more fitting.

Suddenly the beanie wearing boy came into her vision, his frown now a permanent feature on his face.

“Betty, what’s the matter, what’s the emergency?”

She patted the seat next to her and smiled sadly

“Sit down, we have to talk.”

Taking a hesitant seat, Jughead glanced down at the shirt folded in her hands

“That’s my shirt, what’s going on?”

Taking a deep breath, Betty began

“I’m sorry I can’t make you happy anymore, I’m sorry you’re so angry all the time, and I know it’s partially my fault. I wish that I could make this better but I can’t.”

Jughead went to interrupt her, his eyes wide

“Let me finish, what we had was amazing, I’m never going to forget this. I love you. So much. And I know you’re gonna find some gorgeous girl out there, who was meant for you and who makes you happy all the time. I want you to have that, you deserve that. So I’m letting you off the hook.” She placed the folded up shirt in his lap and smiled softly

“Goodbye Jughead.”

Suddenly he was standing directly in front of her the shirt wrinkling under his clenched fists.

“You’re breaking up with me.”

She took a shaky breathe, she couldn’t remember the last time they were this close

“It’s for the best, for both of us, you need someone who can make you happy, and I need someone who loves me.”

He was angry now, she wasn’t sure at what though. Her? Himself? The situation?

“You think I don’t love you?” He said in a raspy whisper

She stepped back one step, but he stepped forward keeping her close

“Jughead…”

“I love you more than anything in this world. You think I’m not happy? You’re the only thing that makes me happy. Im not losing you. ”

Betty was taken back by the intensity in his eyes for a second, before she got angry.

“No. no, you don’t get to act like this, you haven’t been around in a month jughead, I’ve been on my own, you have your own life I get that, but I thought that maybe I was part of that life.”

His eyes widened at her sharp voice before he exclaimed

“You are! I’ve been so busy trying to fix everything, trying to make things okay, trying to be better”

“That you forgot about me” she interrupted
“I never asked you to fix anything, I love you just the way you are.”

“You don’t get it Betty! I don’t want to be some loser, gang members son, you deserve more than that for a boyfriend!” He was yelling now

And she was crying, tears streaming down her face

“I never asked for more! if the person that you’ve been this last month, is you being “more” I don’t even want it!“

“It doesn’t matter, I have to change, for you, for my family. It’s my responsibility to be the man you deserve. That’s just how it is.”

“I DONT WANT THE MAN YOU THINK I DESERVE, I WANT MY BOYFRIEND BACK” Betty screamed into the quiet park silencing jughead instantly.

Taking a watery breathe, Betty wiped at her tears

“If this, new person, is who you want to be, then be him. But, the jughead I fell in love with was never afraid to tell me he loved me, or lay around all day watching movies and eating popcorn. Your dad will love that jughead just as much as I do, you don’t have to change who you are, for anyone.”

Jughead looked at her, taking in her shaking hands and her red rimmed eyes.

“I ruined this didn’t I?”

Betty looked up at him, connecting their eyes

“I don’t know jughead, it can’t go on like this.”

“It won’t.” He assured her “I’ll fix this.”

She looked at him as he held out the flannel to her

She took a deep breathe, weighing her options

“Please” jughead said softly, his eyes pleading

She finally reached out and grabbed the flannel, their fingers brushing, she silently thanked what ever god was up there for the fact that the spark was still there.

Apparently jughead had felt it too because before she knew it she was flat against his chest, the flannel squished between the two.

She allowed herself to relax in the familiarity of her boyfriends body

“This is gonna take work”

She felt jughead nod from above her, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

“I know.”

KLANCE REC FICS PART II

So, since the 1st part got more notes than I expected, here’s the 2nd part. 

SECRET INGREDIENTS by Lynn1998

Lance lives a comfortable life in the outside mall nicknamed the streets of Voltron. He bakes for a living with his friend, Hunk, and enjoys the company of the other store owners near him. Life seems great and easy until some pretty boy with a mullet opens a bakery across the street from him.

THE CUSTOMER IS ALWAYS (A) RIGHT (ASSHOLE) by Trashness

Keith has been working at this huge department store for three years now. He’s not particularly good at it. In fact he’s awful. He knows he is, and the customers seem to have no problem telling him this. He needs help.

Maybe this new guy who seems to have a natural talent for customer service will be able to give him some tips.

NOTHING’S QUITE AS SWEET by dimpleforyourthoughts & thebrotherswinchester

Keith is a barista who hates his job. Lance works at the cat shelter across the street.

BUT TO YOU I JUST KEEP FALLING by Kyoshu_Koi

Two idiots, one town, and zero understanding of each other’s feelings. Bring on the popcorn.

WHAT WE MAKE OF IT by wittyy_name 

Keith has been training for this for months. So despite feeling like everything else in his life is falling apart and could be summed up with a big, blaring question mark, he finds himself halfway across the world with Shiro and Allura, preparing for his first ironman triathlon. He was expecting some typical touristy activities and a grueling day of physical activity. What he wasn’t expecting was to meet a gorgeous boy with bright blue eyes and a smile that made his insides squirm.

Lance has been in a rut, unable to find the happiness that once filled his life. Everything looks gray, and he feels suffocated. And that’s how he finds himself halfway across the world, backpacking across a foreign country with his best friend, Hunk, and their new friend, Pidge. That is, until they run out of money and decide to get a job. He’s having fun, and colors are leaking past the dam and back into his life. What he wasn’t expecting was to meet a beautiful boy with dark eyes and a shy smile that broke those flood gates wide open.

99¢ DREAMS by MilkTeaMiku

Lance works at a corner store to make a little extra money for his family. The most interesting part of his day is usually chasing out the ducks from the lake down the street that come to steal bread - that is, until his old rival, Keith, walks in.

STUCK ON YOU by carpemermaid 

Go to Thalgor, Coran had said. It will be easy, he’d said. Well, it wasn’t easy being literally stuck to his rival thanks to getting exposed to some stupid alien plant in the middle of a humid jungle, after hiking all day with said rival. Lance and Keith just have to make it through two weeks of being around each other constantly, with their arms glued together, before they can go their separate ways. But first, they’ll need to make it through sharing a room and learning how to live on top of each other until they’re free.

BONUS: 

CONFESSIONS by  Geesehaveteeththatisterrifying [ON GOING]

Keith is in his 6th year at Hogwarts, and Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team. Lance happens to be captain of the Gryffindor team. There will be a lot of fluff.

(it’s a Harry Potter AU, I had to post it, c’mon)


Don’t know if I’ll make a 3rd part, but until then, hope you enjoy!