pretend you care more than you do

I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.

—  Rachel C. LewisTell The People You Love That You Love Them.
I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
We never know when the bus is coming.

—  Rachel C. Lewis, Tell The People You Love That You Love Them.

anonymous asked:

Well the age of consent in Japan is 13. That doesn't mean it's morally ok. But by bandying about the 'consent laws of that country make it okay' you've just allied yourself to pedophilia. Congrats. Creep.

woo it’s like the first time I posted something Otayuri and already my first anti!

ooh boy, let’s go then, shall we?

  • pfft I’m a 22 yo girl from Russia and believe me, I know far better than you (whoever the fuck you are you coward) what’s okay and not okay in my culture. 15-16 year olds dating people of 18-19 years is pretty common. some may disapprove but unless someone gets knocked up, people generally don’t care.
  • both of them being guys would gather much more shit than 3 year freaking “age gap” (lol)
  • we seriously need to stop pretending that people under 18 don’t do anything sexual. like how stupid and ridiculous and divorced from reality do you need to be???
  • I was not so into everybody’s business so I can’t be sure but judging by people dating, at least ¼-1/3 of my year did something sexual before 18
  • age of consent in Russia is 16. in Kazakhstan too.
  • “paedophilia” lol. people just love throwing that word around nowadays. do you even know what that means? “Paedophilia is when a person sixteen years of age or older is primarily or exclusively sexually attracted to children who have not begun puberty (generally eleven years old or less)” who the hell is supposed to be under 11 here? I don’t think we even have those characters in YOI except for the triplets. and no one’s shipping them as far as I can see
  • I know our culture is super obsessed with sex but since when dating = sex, especially when you’re a teen??? I know plenty of people who dated and then split up all without doing more than making out occasionally
  • you being anon and not even trying to defend your ridiculous notions to my face just discredits what you said by like 50%
  • why do I even argue? it’s pointless. I can write 50 more points and it won’t make a difference to someone like you.  if you ship hate then have the balls to admit it. no need to try and justify your shitty  treatment of others in the fandom by taking an imaginary “high ground”

MJ out :)

Traitor

Request: “can i request a draco fic where you move to hogwarts from another wizarding school in like year 10 (10th grade idk how you might say it) and you come from a really well known Gryffindoor family, you know the Weasleys, but get sorted into Slytherin and everyones really shocked and you become friends with Harry and Hermione (you already knew Ron) but you have a secret fling with Draco and it somehow gets revealed and backlash from Pansy and Harry, Ron and Hermione of course. Thanks so much xxx”

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 2216

Warnings: implied SMUT boiiiiiiiiiii also i feel like this fic is v incoherent and messy but i hope u guys enjoy it anyway hehe

Originally posted by imaginesandmoreforfandom


You were green in a sea of red. Since your first day at Hogwarts, you had felt misplaced. There had been many hushed meetings with the sorting hat, with Dumbledore too. You asked and asked until you had more questions than you had started off with. Your Father’s side of the family, all Gryffindors, and your Mother’s side all American Thunderbirds. Neither pointed towards the outcome that occurred the day you arrived at Hogwarts, the same week you had returned to the UK to live with your father.

Slytherin.

And yet, you felt shunned by them. Your last name carried deep significance to all Gryffindors, the name engraved in many trophies and plaques. The day you joined the cunning house of Slytherin was the only time you sat at your table, for even though you now wore the green robes, the only people who you felt at home with were the brave ones; the lions. You were a snake amongst strong beasts, and it really showed. That was, until you met a young blonde boy who helped you understand where you belonged.

You had met him on your first day, his eyes quick and calculating as you walked down the hallway, surrounded by your new supportive Gryffindor friends.

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I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.
But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
We never know when the bus is coming.
—  Rachel C. Lewis, Tell the People you Love You Love Them
Look at Me (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: hii!! can i have a jughead x reader where the reader and jughead are dating and the reader feels like she comes second to jughead and his writing all the time and she confronts him about it ? thank you!! 

 A/N: I did a lot of thinking about this! I changed it a tiny bit but I hope I did it justice for you! It is a bit long but I didn’t have the heart to make it any smaller.

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Look At Me (Jughead x Reader) 

 You knew what you were getting into when you and Jughead started dating. You were best friends for years before. With Jason’s death and all the dark secrets around Riverdale, Jughead wanted to capture everything. 

 You were okay with it at first. It was his way of coping. He was a writer at heart. He needed this project. He needed answers. 

 But then other secrets kept popping up. Which meant more writing on that novel of his. Of course you understood but you were jealous. 

 Your ‘dates’ were mainly at Pop’s and it usually ended with Jug typing away while you stared out the window. Silence. 

 That was another thing that bothered you. Jug used to at least try to keep conversation going between you two. 

But now? Nothing. If you tried, all you got was silence. Or even worse. The little “mhm” or “yeah”. You knew he wasn’t listening.

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I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.

—  Rachel C. Lewis
Dating Alex Ernst would include...

requested by anon <3

  • semi-weekly trips to the shelter
  • adopting a dog together. or two
  • alex taking his shirt off every chance he gets
  • always helping you with your homework or any other work, but tries to distract you when he get’s bored like putting his hand on your tight or playing with bailey (when the bunny comes in you drop what you’re doing and swear to finish your work later)
  • midnight trips to wallmart
  • vlogging together
  • him taking cool aesthetic photos of you while you pretend to not be looking
  • lots
  • of
  • CUDDLES
  • him taking your glasses and taking a bunch of selfies with them, then complaining how blind you are
  • using your snapchat more than his to let all of your friends know how loved and taken care of you are
  • you helping him come up with jokes on twitter
  • going to music festivals together. alex makes an extra effort to either hug your waist or hold your hand as he walks so everyone would know you’re ‘his girl’
  • competing for cutest couple with david & liza

1. It’s never too late to start over.

2. Do not become small for those who refuse to grow.

3. Click the send button. You typed it out for a reason.

4. Don’t forget to remind people how much they mean to you.

5. Don’t ruin something great because you think you don’t deserve it.

6. You don’t destroy the people you love.

7. Sometimes you have to keep on missing them until you wake up to find that you just don’t anymore.

8. Mental health comes before school, always.

9. Act like you trust people, but don’t.

10. There is nothing more beautiful than being desperate, and nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

11. Your first kiss will come when it’s time. It’s worth the wait.

12. Always remember how lucky you are to have yourself.

13. Nostalgia, whether you’re thinking of something good or bad, always leaves you a little emptier afterwards.

14. Feeling beautiful has nothing to do with what you look like.

15. Pour your heart into everything you do and watch every aspect of your life change one by one.

16. You’ll need other people and you’ll need to be that person for someone else, a living, screaming invitation to believe in better things.

17. Make yourself painfully aware of the characteristic and cookie-cutter personas you put on and others put on. Being the “cool girl” doesn’t mean smoking and letting guys walk all over you, and reading and writing doesn’t make you nerdy. Those associations have been taught by movies. Don’t feel like you need to fit into 1 persona.

18. Radiate confidence, even if it’s fake. One day it won’t be, and you’ll be untouchable.

19. One day you’ll realize I was the fresh air before your last breath.

20. Live in such a way that if anyone spoke badly of you, no one would believe it.

21. Take a second and look around. Remember where you are, who you’re with. You’ll look back on this moment and see the little things ended up being the big things.

22. Respect is a minimum.

23. We lose ourselves in the things we love. We find ourselves there, too.

24. Seek respect, not attention. It lasts longer.

25. You cannot change what you refuse to confront.

26. Nobody really knows what they want, not until it’s right in front of them.

27. Someone can be gone yet more present than anyone else.

28. You’ll never truly cherish the people in your life if you keep hoping for those that hurt you to come back to you.

29. Life doesn’t get better, you do.

30. Value yourself. The only people who appreciate doormats are people with dirty shoes.

31. If you don’t end up smiling while kissing someone, you’re probably kissing the wrong person.

—  emmuuhhhhh, 31 Things I Learned Coming Into 2016 Part 3
She Is Mine (Part 2) - Carl Grimes & Negan Imagine

Part 1

Part 3

requests: when you get the chance could you maybe write a Carl imagine taking place back at negans sanctuary and one of negans wife catches his eye (she’s around the same age as Carl) and negan is yelling at her about something and Carl gets pissed and glares at him and yeah you can think of an ending? sorry. Thank you

can you make a part 2? or something similar to this? 

pairing: carl x reader

a/n: this is so cheesy and dumb i hate myself but S7B PREMIERE WAS SO GOOD I ALREADY LOVE THE FEEL OF THIS NEW PART OF S7

word count: 1,237

tagged users: @deeindarkwonderland @namelesslosers @raveneyedfreak 


After Negan brought that boy back to the sanctuary with him, he wasn’t the same. He seemed more caring towards you, and only you. It made you uncomfortable, of course, but you didn’t mind the special treatment one bit. You were thankful for that boy lighting a fire under Negan, but you were no longer used to his presence… You wanted to see that boy again. 

You weren’t sure how old you were, but you could have only been a kid. You were young when the world went to shit, and you figured you were roughly the same age as the boy who had come into the Sanctuary that one day. As little as you knew about him, you hoped he would come back. 

“Do you need anything?” Negan asked you. You shook your head, continuing reading the book you had found. “Do you want anything?” You smiled a little and shook your head again. 

“I’m okay. Thanks, though.” Negan had suddenly taken an interest in you like never before. He was always asking you if you wanted anything, or if he could do anything for you. At first, it was nice, but after a while, it became repetitive. You weren’t needy. He knew that, but he was always checking in with you. 

Negan took a seat on the couch beside you, sitting further away from you than usual. You marked your page and set the book on your lap, giving him your full attention. “Something wrong?” 

Negan pursed his lips and shifted in his seat uncomfortably, readjusting his shoulders. He seemed out of his zone. “I know you don’t think I notice everything, but I do.” You raised one of your eyebrows inquisitively at him. 

“You don’t have to stay here anymore. With me.” You searched his facial expression for any sign that he was screwing with you. That would be cruel, but you wouldn’t put it past him. “You don’t have to be my wife anymore.” 

You didn’t know how to respond. You didn’t want to anger him by seeming joyful, but you didn’t want to seem upset and make him think you wanted to stay. 

“Thank you,” you muttered quietly. You got up off the couch and walked to your room, beginning to change into your old clothes that you hadn’t worn in ages. The shirt was a little too small for you. You had been so skinny when you didn’t always have access to food, but Negan fed you well, and you admittedly had gained some weight since becoming one of his wives. 

Anyway, you pulled the shirt over your head and changed into an old pair of jeans. You sighed with content when you sat down and slipped out of the uncomfortable high heels, replacing them with your beat up sneakers. You finally felt like yourself again. 

You were laying on your bed when a few knocks on your door startled you. You opened the door, and Negan was waiting outside your room. “Okay, now that the sappy shit is over, I gotta make one thing straight. You work for me now. You don’t get to just mooch off me anymore-” 

“I want to be a Savior,” you interrupted. Negan’s eyes widened. “I used to scavenge with my old group. I was little, but I could shoot, and I was pretty good with a knife. I bet I lost some of my skills since coming here, but I could relearn them.” Negan remained quiet, still seemingly in shock. 

“I want to be a Savior,” you repeated. 

Negan sighed, then nodded. “Alright, then. Be ready to leave at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow morning.” 

You slept better than you had in months that night. You weren’t scared of being out on the road. You weren’t nervous of making a fool out of yourself. You weren’t worried about what the other Saviors would think. You wanted to be one of them, and you had to do what it took to become one. 

The next morning, Negan treated you to breakfast–no points needed. He claimed you would need time to rack up enough points to begin taking care of yourself, so he would cut you some slack for a few days. You were really shocked at how generous and kind he had been since that boy left the Sanctuary. Maybe if he was always like that before, you wouldn’t have hated being married to him. 

After breakfast, there was no special treatment for you. You became just another one of the Saviors to Negan, but to the Saviors, you were something else. You could feel their eyes on you as you sat in the back of one of the trucks with your legs dangling over the edge. You didn’t want to talk to anyone, so you enjoyed the view of the woods from the gravel road. 

The truck slowed to a stop, and you hopped off. You were met with a gigantic wall made of metal and a gate of wire and tarps. It was impressive, to say the least. It really made you wonder what Negan did to make people with such skill surrender to him. 

You gathered around Negan, awaiting your instructions. He directed everyone on where to go but you. You waited until everyone left, then approached him annoyedly. 

“Forget someone?” you asked, crossing your arms. 

Negan shook his head at the ground. “Well, we wouldn’t want you to break a nail, doll. Now, would we?” 

You scoffed at him as he walked away. What a dick

You weren’t going to let him get the best of you, though. If he wasn’t going to give you a job, you would make one. You wandered through the gate, pretending like you knew what you were doing. The inside of the community, however, distracted you more than you were prepared for. 

The houses all looked like they had been copied and pasted out of catalogues, with color schemes and potted plants on the porches to match. There was no trace of the new world anywhere. You knew that place had been taken care of since the beginning. Someone was dedicated to keeping it alive, and that gave you a rush of hope. 

As you scoped out the town, someone caught your eye. The boy from the Sanctuary was standing a few yards ahead of you, looking right back at you. You began to walk towards him. gradually increasing your speed. 

“I thought you were one of his wives,” the boy said calmly. He didn’t seem to have any sort of facial expression, but maybe you were just too overcome with reality that you couldn’t notice. 

“I saw you there. I thought you were from the Sanctuary,” you said, unsure of what point you were trying to make. 

He shook his head, his long hair covering his gauze-clothed eye. “I broke in to try and kill Negan.” 

Your breathing quickened at the bluntness of the kid in front of you. People your age weren’t supposed to kill people. At least, they weren’t supposed to go out on hunts like that. You had killed a bad guy or two, but it was always out of self-defense, or if they were coming after someone from your group. 

You felt an undeniable connection to him. You were no longer Negan’s, and you had little to no self-control. Without knowing, you felt like you were slowly becoming his. 

Originally posted by accio-villain-imagines

Boyfriend: Jongin | Headcanons

Originally posted by intokai

Okay, where do I even start?

First of all,

  • Jongin would always reassure you how much you mattered to him because he’d always be seeking your opinion on everything
  • “Babe, can I show you a move really quick? I wanna know if it looks good, Taemin hyung said something about it being too sharp…”
  • He knows you can’t honestly correct his dancing because he understands much more than you do, but he takes your words as those of the general public
  • He’s also such a sensitive little bear, too
  • Like don’t be sarcastic to him when it comes to his dancing, cuz even though he knows you’re joking, he feels like you don’t care about him enough to spare a single joke just for the laugh
  • and then he’s mad and pretending he’s not mad and just saying he’s tired
  • Rare fights
  • Like RARE
  • Jongin texting you straight after practice to get ice cream or chicken
  • Usually chicken
  • Occasionally occompanied by Soo when he comes to meet you
  • Soo loves you
  • He’s so happy his friend has a loving girlfriend
  • Also because he doesn’t have to be the one getting up at six in the morning to make him soup when Jongin’s sick
  • OH, AND DID I SAY SICK JONGIN
  • BECAUSE THAT IS A SIGHT
  • A FUCKING SIGHT, BITCH
  • HE’S SO CUTE WITH HIS RED, LITTLE NOSE
  • and he’s always begging for food and warm cuddles
  • and when he gets you sick, he feels so bad
  • like he doesn’t pull the blame card
  • he’s not like, “well, babe, i told you not to kiss me”
  • he starts getting mad at himself and even goes late to practice to take care of you
  • And you’re like “Jongin, no, I’m okay”
  • So he literally sends Soo and Sehun to come and pamper you
  • And Sehun’s a bit annoyed, but he grows onto you a bit
  • And Jongin’s calling like every hour checking if you took your medicine
  • And when you get better he’s like so excited
  • He litters you with kisses and warm hugs
  • Happy that he can finally touch you without hesitation again
  • which he really wasn’t hesitant before
  • he was really mad that he couldn’t kiss you
  • so he would kiss your forehead, trying to make himself feel better
  • and it never worked
  • he’s really pouty when you get sick because of this honestly
  • he’s more upset THAT YOU ARE SICK, but still bummed he can’t shower you with the more physical doings of love and affection
  • he never gets over that part
  • Post-performance sex
  • Post-rehearsal sex
  • Sometimes even secret stage sex when the lights are off during rehearsal and Chanyeol’s practicing his solo stage
  • Morning sex
  • Lots of it
  • But like the soft and cuddly kind
  • Cuz bear Jongin is cute and gentle even with a boner
  • Jongin teaching you dance moves
  • And being so happy watching you try and get them right
  • Cuz he knows it’s a cute way for you two to bond
  • Texting you when he’s at the airport
  • Sending you pictures when you two are apart during the winter season when he’s bundled up and pulls the whole, “I’m so cold without you” pun
  • recommending you books cuz he wants you to think about him when he’s gone
  • which you do
  • a lot
  • and he does too
  • Soo never stops talking about how he endlessly talks about your dorky antics when they’re all sitting during award shows
  • is probably good friends with your friends
  • not necessarily “friends”, but like he’s super nice to them and buys them ice cream or chicken if they come around to hang with you two
  • super chill about hanging with you and your friends
  • he doesn’t mind when you two aren’t completely alone
  • constantly asks the members for advice of any kind in regards to keeping you happy
  • tells you he loves you 2,567 times per day
  • and if he doesn’t reach that amount, he feels like he’s forgotten something all day
  • even if he says it like 2,564 times
  • “Babe…how about you come with me on tour sometime?”
  • asks this like every day
  • cute pillow talk sessions after sex
  • where he just spills his feelings and is super smiley
  • yeah, all in all, Kim Jongin is THE BAE
Five Minutes - Jughead Jones X Reader

Anon Request: Ok so I have an idea where the reader is literally so in love with jug?? Like they’re in a relationship so jug love her back but she’s beyond, &a by this I mean like always kissing him, touching him whatever. I just wanna be so in love with my man I pick pretend dirt off him 🙄

Words: 848

Warnings: none wow go me

Hello! I’m sorry this took so long sweet Anon, thanks for your patience. :) I don’t see Jughead in my head as a super affectionate person but I think you’ll really like this. Enjoy! <3 - Juggie xx

It was no secret you could spend literal hours staring into the crystal blue of his eyes, feeling swept up by the ocean waves and beauty contained in them. Often times you would, for as long as you could anyway, while tangling your nimble fingers in the locks of his hair that were free from his beanie. Your fingers would then make their way to running along his jaw and travelling down his neck to his shoulders. His strong stare would captivate you but it wasn’t strong enough to keep you from looking at his lips longingly, practically melting at the thought of being kissed by him again.

Your friends said it was almost disgusting really, but that didn’t matter to you. You had fallen hard for Jughead Jones the III.

And of course he loved you too, you two had been dating for a little over a year. But to you it was a 24/7 job making sure Jug knew just how much you loved him. You couldn’t go a minute sitting next to him without staring at his features and kissing his cheek or his hands; to the outsider it seemed you were trapped in a honeymoon phase most teenagers would be out of by now. Certainly Jughead didn’t mind, but one day he finally aired his confusion.

“I really love you Juggie.” It had to have been the hundredth time you’d said it that day.

Archie groaned from the other side of the booth at Pop’s and Jug only laughed, “I know.”

“You guys are so in love it’s gross.” You stuck your tongue out at him and only cuddled farther into Jughead’s side. Archie suddenly had a look of mischief strike his face. “Are you one for bets (Y/N)?”

You were caught off guard, but never afraid of a challenge. You smirk, “Of course.”

“I bet you a milkshake you couldn’t keep your hands off him for five minutes.”

Without truly thinking of how long five minutes was you untangled yourself from Jughead’s side and shook his hand, “You are on, I like strawberry by the way.”

Archie laughed, but soon you’d realize what a mistake you had made. He’d already begun making conversation with Jughead, but you couldn’t focus. It felt so unnatural to not be playing with his hair or holding his hand. “‘Don’t you think (Y/N)?”

You snapped out of it, “Uh, what?”

You cheeks reddened as Jughead smirked at your lack of focus, “I was talking about watching a movie Friday. What were you thinking about?”

Archie answered for you, “She was just thinking about your beautiful blue eyes, JuggleBug.”

Jughead shot a glare at him making you laugh, “You better never call me that again.”

“Wow”, you remarked smugly, “what a pet name Arch. You sounded even more in love with him than I am.”

Betty slid into the booth next to him, “Ooh, are we talking about Jarchie over here?”

Betty and the boys continued to joke about the ship but you had made the mistake of looking back over at your gorgeous boyfriend. His eyes had softened by now, making you unable to restrain yourself from admiring the steadiness of his friendly gaze at his friends. Your eyes traveled down his perfect nose to his kissable, pink lips. God, why had you made that dumb bet?

It had to have been five minutes by now, maybe Archie forgot?

You slowly began to reach over to him, and immediately Archie cut in, “Nope! Not unless you want to buy me a milkshake (Y/N)!”

Your hand had already come in contact with his shoulder, so you said the first thing that came to mind. “He has lent on his jacket?”

You began to quickly pretend pick lent off Jug’s shoulder making Betty giggle and Archie proclaim in victory, “It had only been four minutes, I like vanilla by the way.”

You couldn’t care less, your hand found Jughead’s cheek and he leaned into your touch, looking into your eyes with so much love you couldn’t help but smile wide. This boy truly was all yours. “I have to know (Y/N), why do you show me so much affection?”

You looked down with a blush, “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone else, Jughead Jones. I couldn’t imagine my life without you and I need you to know that.”

His hand went under your chin and raised your face up to look up at him. It was his turn to admire, his gaze of pure adoration trailed from your eyes to your lips. “I know I don’t show it as much, but I think I’ve fallen pretty hard for you too, (Y/N).”

You indistinctly heard Archie groan something about his victory milkshake as Jug leaned forward and kissed you, making you feel fireworks and butterflies erupt in your stomach at his touch. His hand found your jaw and yours rested on his shoulders as you kissed him like you’d never get to again.

Just like how you always did: every single time.

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Unconcealed: Part 2

Unconcealed: Part 2

Word count: 7.3k

Genre: smut, angst

There will be and epilogue to this. Hope you enjoy, it does get a little angsty. I almost cried while writing one part, haha. 

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Part one


You and Taehyung had been secretly seeing each other for three months now. He would sneak into your apartment some nights and stay over, sometimes you’d go to his house and sneak in. Although Taehyung didn’t like the fact that you two were sneaking around but he had such strong feelings for you he did whatever you wanted with no second thought. He knew it was to hide from your roommate but he also thought this had something to do with the fact that you hadn’t been in a relationship since Will. He didn’t want to bring it up. He knew he should but he was so head over heels for you he didn’t want to ruin anything.

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If a woman wants to love you,
be grateful,
treasure that.

If a woman decides to love you,
please know, that decision
wasn’t easy.

If a woman says she loves you,
listen to her,
take it to heart.

If a woman decides to kiss you,
if a woman decides to hug you
if a woman wants to make love to you,
if a woman wants to fuck you,

then do it tenderly
passionately, attentively,
affectionately, and
always, always, always,
in service and gratitude
to her.

If a woman decides to trust you
and confide in you,
if she decides to
lower her guard
and be vulnerable
with you,

be conscious of that,
be aware of that,
please, please be
goddamn respectful
of that.

She is not perfect.
She screams,
she cries,
she laughs,
she smokes.

Sometimes she
pretends not to care,
sometimes she
obsesses too much
with her hair.

But goddammit,
you love her anyways.
More than songs,
more than rhyme.
More than space,
more than time.

In ways incalculable,
improbable, and impossible
to describe even
in this stupid,
fucking poem.

And
if this woman says she loves you
trust her, believe in her,
and don’t run away
from her

in some state
of doubt, of fear,
in a state of
uncertainty, deniability
or vulnerability,
because she felt
all of those first
before she came to you.

If a woman decides to take a chance on you,
if she decides to take a gamble on you,
then be prepared to
play or pay the fuck up
if you lead her on,
or make her believe
in you. 

Because
when a woman decides to love you,
you make a promise to
be there for her,
in each and every way
you possibly can
for her.

And if one day
the woman wants
to leave you,
if your journey
reaches an end
and she cannot
go on with you

then let her go,
let her leave,
leave her alone,
let her be.

Because
if you love a woman,
and you honor her,
respect her,
claim to care for her
as much as you do,

then you’ll believe her
listen to her,
trust her,
and will not
judge her
the moment she decides
that the two of you
are through.

If a woman says she loves you,
then remember that she is
saying that only to you.
That all she wants is you,
that all she wants is to
come back home,
to you.

So love that woman
fully, unselfishly,
and unconditionally.
Love her, 
and not just
the idea of her.

Love and treasure
all that time,
all those moments,
all those memories
you make with her.

She may love you then,
she may love you now, or
she may love you later,

but if you are noble,
honest and true,
then you should love
that woman,

in the same way or different ways,
in big ways or small,
past, present or future,
separated or together…

you’ll love that woman now,
and a small part of you will
always, always…
love that woman forever.

—  if a woman wants to love you (5/9/17), thekaijusleeps
raise a tiger verse, father’s day

part of this verse; but if you haven’t read it: an au in which viktor acquires legal guardianship of yuri p who is a distant cousin


Yuri is strangely quiet at dinner.

Viktor chews on his linguini thoughtfully, casting glances at his younger cousin from beneath his lashes. It’s a game they play, and one that Viktor has become very good at: caring while pretending not to, and the one who gets caught first loses. It’s a stupid game, his Yuuri has told him more than once, but they’ve both lived this way for so long they don’t quite know how to stop.

At length, Yuri clears his throat, fixing his gaze on the corner of the table where Viktor’s phone sits. “They celebrate weird holidays here,” he says.

“Hm,” Viktor says noncommittally. “Americans often do. Wasn’t it National Doughnut Day just a few weeks ago? You liked that one, though. You and Kenjirou came home with entirely too many donuts.” He tries, but fails to inject the appropriate amount of disappointment in his voice. He had stolen two donuts from them when they weren’t looking. “What is it this time?”

Yuri crams a forkful of pasta in his mouth. “Father’s Day is on Sunday,” he mumbles, tomato sauce smeared all over his lips, but Viktor still hears it loud and clear.

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Firsts

So I wrote this fanfiction about a week ago, but I wanted to wait to read the new chapter to add the final details. However, yesterday I was too shocked to write anything, and I finished this today. Hope you like it. This is basically Touken’s journey from Kaneki’s POV. You can also read it here.

Summary: Touka is not the first girl Kaneki likes, but she’s the first girl he loves.

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Touka is not the first girl that Kaneki likes. She is definitely not the first one to catch his interest. There were others before her. He does think she’s cute when Hide points to her at the coffee shop, so long ago it seems like centuries have passed. But, although she is attractive, he has his eyes set on another girl, who unknowingly sets his life spiraling towards the path of tragedy.

Kamishiro Rize is both beautiful and smart. And she likes the same books as Kaneki does. Not to mention, she accepts going on a date with him. Kaneki is not hopeless anymore. And he thinks this could be the start of something new, until she corners him on an empty alley and tries to eat him.

His life changes forever.

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The quickest way to see the signs bad side:

Quickest way to see an ☆Aries bad side: Give them unwanted advice.

Quickest way to see a ☆Taurus bad side: Put them in chaotic situations.

Quickest way to see a ☆Gemini bad side: Them having no say in what happens.

Quickest way to see a ☆Cancer bad side: Pretending like you care about them when in reality you don’t.

Quickest way to see a ☆Leo bad side: Having to deal with people who make a big deal out of everything.

Quickest way to see a ☆Virgo bad side: Acting like you know more than them.

Quickest way to see a ☆Libra bad side: Miscommunication.

Quickest way to see a ☆Scorpio bad side: People asking them obvious questions.

Quickest way to see a ☆Sagittarius bad side: Making unnecessary assumptions.

Quickest way to see a ☆Capricorn bad side: Being lazy and relying on them to do everything.

Quickest way to see an ☆Aquarius bad side: Not giving them a chance to say what needs to be said.

Quickest way to see a ☆Pisces bad side: Bringing up things from the past.