she's on a stupid show anyway

“Nothing’s gonna stop us now!”
I just came up with idea (it’s not some kind of AU or anything. I just like to combain Heroic and Villainous in one universe and make them acts like bunch of idiots x2) while watching “Can’ts Don’t Dance”.
On pic there’s Flug and Clemencia (that’s the Heroic!Demencia. Idk if I’m going to stick with this name, but it’s good-sounding so I think it’s ok.)
I like to think that Flug is actually a pretty good singer, and Demencia not so XD So in that case: Clemencia must be good just as Flug, and Slys/Slug [with 6.0.6 as his bodyguard (Max in the movie)] not so. But idk If I hc this that much. It’s just a thought.
Also I like to think about Clemencia as a sweet heard-worker, who don’t have time for crushes (even If she has a crush on WH. But will not admit it cause “it’s stupid, he’ll not look at me anyway”). (yeah I ship BH x Flug, BH x Demencia, WH x Slys/Slug AND WH x Cemencia. I just adore them all TuT)
And what about this pic anyway? Well, this idea I was talking about is about Slys/Slug trying to make WH and BH shut down thier companies and later buy it so he can… idk? Be evil? He’s a bitch don’t dispute with this. So Flug, Clem, Dem and 5.0.5 are trying to help companies earn the money (SOMEHOWLOL) with a show, to prevent selling them.
I don’t really know what could I write more about it. Hope ya like it?

For those who wants to know who Slys/Slug is in this concept… Isn’t it obvious?

He’s fucking perfect for this. (ALSO IS THERE SOMEONE WHO WANTS TO DRAW HIM IN “BIG AND LOUND” OR SHOULD I DRAW IT? I REALLY WANT TO SEE THIS)

BONUS:

WH: Thaaaaat… Was kinda sweet actua-
BH: I’M LEAVING.
WH: No BH WAIT, THEY TRIED SO WELL!!-

I Don’t Mean It (pt 8)

You were broken. Completely broken. The man you thought was one of your best friends despised you. The man you thought–no you knew– you loved had no trust in you. 

If he didn’t believe you, there was no way the other boys would either you thought to yourself through the tears. But no other thoughts came to you. You felt empty, useless, and broken. You walked and turned off all the lights and sat on the floor in the darkness, letting the room fill with the sound of your sobs.


Two days went by none of the boys had tried to get in contact with you. Tae probably told them. They probably hate me too. I’ve lost them all. But little did you know, they were simply waiting for you to reach out to them and talk first. They wanted to give you your space, and Taehyung still hadn’t told them the truth. I have to leave this place. There’s no point staying here anymore. 

It was true, you really didn’t have any reason to stay back. A little after the boys moved in, you had found a new job, but the commute was kind of far. But somehow they had managed to convince you to stay. Because they were worth it.

You immediately pulled out all your suitcases and boxes and started packing. You even called your landlord asking about the process of moving out. If you were to get past this, you had to move on. Move on from the boys, and move away quite literally.


Taehyung still couldn’t get the image of you crying out of his head, even after two days. He never liked seeing you upset before, and knowing that you were crying because of him tugged at his heartstrings, but he kept telling himself that you deserved it.

He moped around the dorm when there wasn’t a schedule and tried to give everyone his best smile when the cameras were around. He still hadn’t decided how to tell the other boys and he knew that they were giving him the space he needed. 

Today, he had to go to the recording studio to start recording for a new album. He honestly didn’t know if he had it in him to record with how has been feeling recently, but he didn’t have much of a choice. 

Once he made it to BigHit, the boys all gathered in the recording studio and sat there in an awkward silence. Taehyung didn’t mind though as his mind was wandering back to you. He didn’t even realize that Namjoon wasn’t in the room.

“Aish how much longer do we have to wait” asked Yoongi. “I want to start soon!” he said in frustration. Only then did Tae look around and notice Namjoon missing. 

“Where is hyung?” asks Jungkook.

“He said he had something to ask manager hyung.” said Jimin. “But it’s been a while, though.”

“I’ll go get him” Taehyung offers. He leaves the room in search for Namjoon and the manager. He looks for them door by door and in their usual spots, but he was having a hard time finding them. 

Taehyung was starting to get frustrated when he wasn’t able to find them as quickly as he was expecting. Eventually, though, he struck gold when he could hear Namjoon’s voice coming from one of the rooms down a random hallway.

“Hyung, Taehyung’s been acting kind of weird lately and I think we should give him some time off to sort things out.” Namjoon said. Taehyung stood outside the door that was slightly ajar. He didn’t know what made him want to stop and listen in on their conversation, but he did,

“What why? I noticed he was a little strange, but he seemed fine on TV. Does he really need time off?” the manager asked.

“He has some…personal stuff going on.” Namjoon said.

“Whats so personal that I don’t even know about it?” asked the manager.

“Well… he’s in the middle of a rough time with Y/N…our neighbor. You’ve seen her over at our place before” Namjoon offered.

Taehyung could feel his heart tighten at the mention of your name. 

“Oh her. Is she honestly still hanging around you guys?” asked the manager. Taehyung furrowed his eyes in confusion.

“What are you talking about? Why wouldn’t she?” asked Namjoon.

“Aish this bitch. Why do you guys always have her around? What if the press got a hold of that huh? Do you not realize the risks?” asked the manager slightly more loudly. Taehyung’s face turned red once he heard his manager calling you a bitch, but he knew that he was the one who had stopped the article from being published so he just continued to listen silently on the conversation.

“Hyung she’s just a friend. I don’t understand why you’re making such a big deal out of it.” Namjoon stated.

“Big deal? I saw the way Taehyung looked at her ok. And the way she looked at him. It was obvious that if I didn’t do anything, they would have started dating. He would have had to go behind the company’s back. The press would have found out. It would have been just one giant mess Joon. You as the leader should know that and stopped it.” The manager said. 

Taehyung was even more confused. What did he mean when he said “if I didn’t do anything” ?

“Hyung..what have you done” asked Namjoon, catching on.

“Look, don’t tell Taehyung this because I don’t want him running back to that stupid girl. And you should know that it’s best if she stays out of his life. But anyways, I approached Tae with a fake article before all the awards show started a few months ago. I told him that that girl had given a reporter all this private and personal information about Taehyung and that she had received a payment for it. Clearly, it worked if they’re fighting over it. It’s just a matter of time now” the manager said cooly.

Taehyung’s heart sank. What have I done?

“Hyung what the hell. She’s been nothing but a kind friend to us. How could you do that to T-” Namjoon started when the door flung open. Both the manager and Namjoon turned to the door, wide-eyed from the shock.

“T-Taehyung. How long have you been there?” asked the manager, shocked.

“Hyung..w-why would you d-do that? I trusted y-you. I trusted the wrong person! Do you know what I’ve just done because of you?” Taehyung yelled with tears in his eyes.

“T-taehyung-ah, it was for your best. Please try to see where I’m coming from” the manager said. 

“I can’t believe you hyung.” Tae said as he walked away.

What have I done? What I have done to Y/N?


A/N.…AND that concludes part 8~ Do y’all want a part 9? What do you think is going to happen? Inbox or dm me what you think! Also, the italics are meant to be their thoughts. 

Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

The Final Problem is bad and boring and here is why

I had to rewatch TFP yesterday (IN GERMAN!) with a bunch of friends. I hadn’t watched it after it aired in January, and it had developed into some kind of uber-evil episode for me. Because it ruined the whole show for me. Because it didn’t make any sense. I remembered it as tense and brutal. But, you know what - it isn’t. It’s just really, really boring and very badly done.

Because:

Do yourself a favour and watch the Why Sherlock is Garbage video. Watch the whole of it, especially the first hour. Because there he explains why Mofftiss are really bad writers for television. One point in their favour I see over and over again is that Mofftiss couldn’t suddenly have forgotten how to write good telly, therefore Sherlock, especially S4, and especially TFP, must have a deeper meaning, are fake, a social experiment, whatever. Just: NO! This argument crashes - because they are really bad writers. They are very good at coming over as clever for a while - but in the end it’s revealed that there is nothing behind all the suspense they are building, that all their arcs lead nowhere, that nothing means anything or has any consequences. The guy explains this by analysing DW and Jekyll - and you find all of this in Sherlock as well. Like, they constantly up the ante - but with no plan or goal in mind, just for the sake of it. Or that the most important moments of the stories happen off screen. Or that they don’t follow the basic rule of show, don’t tell. Or that they never explore their characters’ motivations. We never learn why people do anything on this show. I will talk about this later. Those are basic writing skills! And they just throw them overboard. Which is not a very good idea.

Me, spewing an angry rant, below the cut. 

Keep reading

Time Waster [j.j.]

Jughead x reader in which (Y/N) is desperately trying to deal with her feelings.

Part two: https://jvghead-jones-iii.tumblr.com/post/158009117566/time-waster-pt-2-jj

Part three: https://jvghead-jones-iii.tumblr.com/post/158033527367/time-waster-pt-3-jj

Part four: https://jvghead-jones-iii.tumblr.com/post/158258806451/time-waster-pt-4-jj

((Y/I)= your initial)
~~~

(Y/N) (L/N) didn’t have many friends. At least, she didnt until the mysterious disappearance of Jason Blossom.

Jason Blossom’s disappearance-turned-murder had turned (Y/N)’s life completely upside down. She had been down by Sweetwater River the night of the school dance, the night when Jason’s body was discovered.

She had gone to the dance with Reggie Mantle, her best friend. They had been friends since kindergarten, and he protected her fiercely, never letting Chuck or any of the other guys put her in the playbook. When Reggie had noticed Chuck looking (Y/N) up and down as they were dancing, he decided it was time to leave. Instead of dropping her off at home, he had dropped her off at Sweetwater River, knowing that the girl had a tendency to wander around.

She had been relaxing on a rock, knees hugged to her chest, when she heard two voices coming towards her. She had gotten up and turned on her phone’s flashlight, pointing it at the new arrivals.

“Kevin?”

“(Y/N)?”

The young girl chuckled before noticing Moose behind him. She gave Kevin a knowing look as she talked, “So, what brings you guys here?”

“We were just gonna go for a swim,” Moose replied hesitantly. “Aren’t you supposed to be with Mantle?” He asked, walking past her.

She shook her head. Kevin grabbed her by the wrist as he dragged her along with him. “Oh god (Y/N). Don’t leave me,” he said, rolling his eyes at Moose.

They walked down the river bank until (Y/N) tripped on something. It was a shoe.

A shoe that belonged to the once living Jason Blossom.
~~~

Getting interrogated by Sheriff Keller after finding Jason Blossom’s dead body tends to draw a lot of attention to an individual, and lucky for (Y/N), she had managed to draw the attention of Riverdale’s very own super sleuth. A boy by the name of Jughead Jones.

She had also gained the attention of Betty Cooper, who had taken it upon herself to befriend the (H/C) girl. Luckily for both of them, they clicked and soon, B & V became B & V & (Y/I). (Y/N) began spending a lot of time at the Cooper’s residence, often staying there for long periods of time. She still hung out with Reggie, but he understood that she needed a female friend to talk to.

By being associated with Betty, (Y/N) quickly became integrated with the rest of her friends. Her and Archie got along marvelously, and she had a good friendship with both Veronica and Kevin. Jughead, on the other hand, was more curious about the mystery of Jason, although he couldn’t quite figure out why this girl intrigued him so much.

Pretty soon, Betty garnered both (Y/N) and Jughead’s help in restarting the Blue & Gold and they all began chasing after the truth, (Y/N) especially due to the fact that she had discovered the body. Her and Jughead often worked together and Jughead found that this worked out perfectly for him, as he could now get any information about Jason’s discovery from her.

He quickly realized she didn’t have much to say on the topic, but a beautiful friendship had formed.

It was only when they went to visit Polly, Betty’s sister, that (Y/N) realized that her feelings for Jughead had grown from friendship to something more.
~~~

“What if I really am crazy?” Betty asked. She was lying down on her bed as (Y/N) paced across her room. Betty’s parents had put them both on house arrest, seeing as they had gone to see Polly.

“Bets, you’re not crazy,” (Y/N) sighed.

“Fine, fine,” Betty said. She quickly sat up as a thought came to her mind. “What’s going on with you and Jughead?”

“What?” (Y/N) questioned as she turned to the blonde haired girl. “Nothing’s going on there. We’re friends.”

Betty smirked. “Those looks you two give each other are anything but friendly.”

(Y/N) looked down as she felt her face grow hot. “So maybe I have a teensy crush on Jughead,” she admitted.

“I knew it!” The blonde haired girl exclaimed, jumping up. “I knew you liked each other.”

“Betty, chill,” (Y/N) said. “He probably doesn’t like me back.”

“He does. I’m sure of it. You should tell him!”

(Y/N) looked out the window before looking back at Betty, “I’ll think about it. Hey, you’re parents are gone.”

Betty brightened up even more, “Great. I’ll go grab some food while they’re gone.”
~~~

Betty had been gone for about 20 minutes when (Y/N) heard knocking on the window. She had been lying on Betty’s bed and quickly sat up, only to see Jughead at the window.

(Y/N) quickly rushed over and opened the window, laughing slightly at Jughead.

“Hey there, Juliet,” Jughead said, red spreading across his face as he saw (Y/N). “Nurse off duty?”

“Jug, what are you doing here?” (Y/N) asked as she helped him climb in.

“I came to check up on you guys.”

Betty walked in at the wrong moment. (Y/N) was helping Jug get his balance and he was leaning heavily on her.

“So…what are you two doing?” Betty asked.

“Jughead here,” said (Y/N), motioning to Jug, “Came to check up on us.”

She made sure to emphasize the word ‘us’, not noticing Jughead frown as she did.

‘Maybe she doesn’t like me the way I thought she did’ he thought to himself.

Betty faltered at both her words and his expression as she brought up the pizza she was holding.

“Who’s hungry?” She asked.

(Y/N) and Jughead exchanged smiles. “I’ll go get plates and napkins,” the (H/C) girl said.
~~~

It had taken her less than five minutes. Less than five minutes to get plates and napkins and head back upstairs.

She was happy, they had managed to talk to Polly and now she was going to spend the afternoon with two of her favorite people.

She stopped abruptly as she got to Betty’s room. There, in the middle of the room, stood Jughead and Betty, kissing. Jughead held her face so gently, as though she’d break if he held on any tighter.

They hadn’t noticed (Y/N)’s presence until she dropped the plates she was holding and they shattered. The two teens sprung apart as they heard the noise, turning around to see (Y/N) bend down and picking up the shards whilst muttering apologies.

“I’m sorry guys, I didn’t know,” she said. Jughead bent to help her and as he they reached for the same piece, she flinched, cutting herself with the porcelain and leaving a long, deep cut on her hand.

“Oh shit,” she cursed. She quickly got up and turned to Betty. “Uh Betty, I have to go. Reggie just texted me, he needs my help with something. I’ll see you guys later.”

“Wait, (Y/N), your hand,” Jughead began. He flinched as the (H/C) girl looked at him with tears in her eyes. He had fucked up. Badly.

“I’ll be fine,” she muttered, looking down. “I’ll get Reggie to help me.”

All she could hear was Betty and Jughead calling after her as she ran down the stairs and left the house. She couldnt believe she had been so stupid as to waste time and feelings on someone like Jughead Jones. Of course he would choose Betty over her. As she reached the door, she felt someone pull her back. Jughead.

“(Y/N), wait.”

“Listen Jug, I gotta go,” she wouldn’t look at him. “Go back to Betty,” she said sofly. “I’ll see you at school.”

As she left, Jughead groaned and kicked the wall before heading back upstairs. Betty was in tears as she turned around and showed him (Y/N)’s phone. She had no texts from Reggie whatsoever.
~~~

Wow guys. Two posts in one day. Heck yeaaaaa. Anyways, I got this idea after watching episode 6. Hope y'all like it.
~~~

Tag List : @blisshbee, @wisestydia14, @cleohalestilinski, @do-somethinglovely, @divastar777

Sex Worker's Guide on Who to tell your Secret...

So very recently I had a somewhat close friend of mine reveal to me that she doesn’t support me in the SW industry, and clearly insinuated she judges me by my choice of what to do with my body. Even with years of experience, it still stung because it was personal.

Over the course of a few years, I’ve revealed to a handful of loved ones of my “alter ego” life. It took me experiences and mistakes to have a much better grasp of how to handle hiding this. Many times I’ve been in a really close bonding moment where I want to tell someone the truth but the truth is that MOST PEOPLE WILL JUDGE YOU.

I don’t care if these are people you went to elementary school with or family friends you’ve known your entire life. As with all things in life, don’t easily hand out personal grenades to others.

This is part of the territory that results in our high pay days. It’s a terrible and sad fact that this isn’t accepted by most people yet. It’s a sacrifice we make.

From my own observations and experiences, these are GENERALLY the types of people you refrain from telling regardless of how close you are:

1) A vanilla boyfriend. Just don’t. It WILL cause issues. He’s your boyfriend meaning that he wants you to ONLY be his. Run from any vanilla man that’s perfectly okay with his girlfriend being used by other men. Young ladies, listen to me on this. You’re still new so you haven’t figured out the brutal reality of this bullet point yet.

2) ANYONE religious. They might have the best of intentions but their values on the subject of sex does not and will never align with yours. Don’t think that you can change their views by blindsighting them and showing them their best friend is in the industry.

3) Anyone in anyway affiliated with Law Enforcement. It is a life shattering bomb waiting to explode. Don’t. Be. Stupid.

4) A girlfriend who has had jealousy issues with you in the last 3 years. She will not be moved or touched that you had to resort to this to survive. Her envy will get greener and greener…like the cash that’s pouring into your life.

5) A virgin. Until someone has been sexually active with at least a handful of partners in their life, their view of sex is a deluded trophy on a pedestal. They won’t respect that you are able to do it so casually when it’s still something intimate to them on every level.

6) Someone married. She/He WILL tell their spouse. They made a vow to share everything till death. What may seem like a personal, monumental secret to you is simply dinner topic for them.

7) The most important: Anyone whose been fortunate enough to never have any real bills and/or has a financial safety net (like their parents or relatives). Until someone has been in a situation where life TEACHES them that the world runs on MONEY and not some Disney-induced perception of purity, they will NEVER understand why it is that you’re doing what you do.

People that are generally okay to tell:

1) Other people currently in the industry. Less likely to throw stones when they also live in the same glass house.

2) Anyone who’s an extreme liberal. They have a different perception of values than the more conservative generations before us.

3) A sibling (generally a sister) that you know you can count on if you ever need to bail you out of anything.

4) A friend that happens to not be any of the 7 qualities and traits I listed in the first portion of this.

NOTE: As more of a safety precaution, try to refrain from telling anyone that you have no dirt on. It’s a good insurance policy to keep their mouth shut if you also have something. Unfortunately, this doesn’t guarantee they won’t be judge mental or other unpleasant reactions.

As you can see, the acceptable traits list is far less in content than the ones you don’t. As an experienced SW, take from my experience of trial and mistakes. You work in an industry based off of sin. Most people will not understand because they don’t have to. Be smart, get your money and get out. It’s nobody’s business what you do with your body.

In the event you did entrust someone who ended up undeserving of it because they’re judgement or jealous, just remember it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if they call you a whore or that you’re fucked up because of a choice you made with the strength they don’t have. Many times the same people trying to preach to you are working minimum wage jobs, putting their family into debt for their own loans or bitching about how hard being an adult is.

Your are more than just this vessel people can “rent”. You are a person with values and the strength to sacrifice things in life to achieve goals and financial stability. Don’t let anyone undermine what you earn. Only YOU get to decide what’s right for you, what’s needed in YOUR life and what’s worth it.

You’re still that person with values. You still have morals. You still have the same level of purity. Your intimate moments are still just as precious.

Your character and soul is not determined by a service that does not harm others.

Now or Never

‘I don’t want to fight right now I know your always right, now I know I need you around with me but nobody waiting around with me.’

It was happening again. The same heated conversation that broke y/n’s heart. It was the only thing that her and Shawn would fight about but it was enough to make her constantly second guess their relationship. It was bad enough that Shawn was constantly away or with the other one (as y/n liked to call her).y/n didn’t want to waste the little time they had together fighting.

“What do you expect me to do y/n, I signed a contract. ” Shawn wasn’t yelling. It would be easier if he was because then y/n could have a reason to hate him. Instead he looked desperate. His eyes watering, his voice soft, his posture slouched.

It broke y/n.

But nothing broke her more than being in love with someone who was in a PR contract with someone else. It wasn’t shawn’s fault, y/n knew that, and she knew she could trust Shawn, that he was loyal and respectful and that he loved her which made the situation harder. If she could accuse him of falling for the girl then maybe she would have an excuse to leave.

“I don’t want to fight right now” y/n breathed out turning her back to Shawn so he wouldn’t seen her wipe the tears away.

It got to her. She tried to stay positive but sometimes it was impossible. She had to keep her love a secret. She couldn’t talk to her friends about it, couldn’t post cute pictures on Instagram, couldn’t go on dates with her boy friend, she couldn’t even be there for her boyfriend when he was away on tour and it all became to much.

No matter how much she wiped her tears away more continued to fall, faster than she could wipe away the previous tears. Before she knew it she was letting out small sobs that she couldn’t contain.

Shawn stood behind her frozen.

I did this, he though to himself.

Guilt consumed him. He was the reason his girlfriend was falling apart right before him. But he was too selfish to give her up. It was the thought of coming back to her that got him through those hard nights on tour. Amongst all the chaos and pressure, she was the only thing that felt normal in his life. When he was with her everything felt perfect. He wasn’t giving her up that easily.

“Y/n” Shawn whispered stepping closer.

When y/n didn’t move nor say a word Shawn took that as an okay and stepped closer this time wrapping his arms around her.

The presence was all that y/n needed. She didn’t need empty words or unkept promises she just needed to know, feel, that some was there. And right now that someone was Shawn who was all she needed. His presence to remind her that she is his only. No matter what the tabloids write, or who his label decide to pair him in a contract with, she was the only one he wanted.

-

'Been through the ups and the downs with me, got a whole lot of love but you don’t want to spread it around with me.’

Y/n was at her lowest point right now. On the rare occasion that she was granted permission to come to her boyfriends show she was stuck back stage in his dressing room where she would stay unseen by the public. Just the way shawn’s management liked it. What made it worse was that the other one was allowed to be on stage with Shawn.

'She’s just promoting her self like the contract says’ Shawn said before he went on stage.

Fuck the contract! Y/n wanted to scream it loud enough for it to be heard over the music, over the screaming fans, over the pain that was eating her away inside.

She hadn’t noticed that tears of frustration were streaming down her face but she didn’t bother to wipe them away. No one would see them anyway.

Although the aching she felt inside told her not to, y/n couldn’t help it. She allowed her eyes to look up at the TV that showed Shawn on stage with the other one. He was beaming bright the way he did at every show but she was right next to him. Staring at him with admiration. The crowd was going crazy for the two.

It burned every inch inside of y/n. How she had to keep everything so secret when another girl can prance around and show off her fake love for him in hopes to gain more attention for herself.

She didn’t care for Shawn the way y/n did. If Shawn was hurt she wouldn’t drop everything just in hopes of making him feel better, she didn’t put up with all the drama for Shawn like y/n does, she doesn’t love Shawn. She loves the attention she gets when she’s with him.

Unable to take it anymore, y/n let out a scream and grabbed the first thing she saw, which just so happened to be the remote, and threw it hard at the screen of the TV. The screen cracked in the centre due to the force of the throw satisfying y/n.

She looked around the dressing room before reaching for the small wooden chair and slamming it against the glass table in the centre of the room. It took a good four smashes before damage was caused to the chair.

The sound of crashing and banging must have been heard over the loud screams of the fans and chaos backstage because Andrew came rushing through the room in panic. He stared at y/n in shock wondering how such a sweet girl could try and destroy something.

Y/n looked up at Andrew, the broken leg of the chair still in her hands. She wasn’t crying anymore. She felt better. Out of breath but she felt like she could breath again. The weight of the PR was still on her shoulders but she felt something again.

Reaching for the next chair she smashed it on the glass table hard causing glass to shatter every where on the floor.

Andrew’s shouts for y/n to stop could just be heard over the smashing and banging as y/n began throwing the chair against the glass covered floor, but she chose to ignore him completely. Enjoying the feeling of destroying something that had no worth to her. Is that how the other one felt about y/n and shawn’s relationship. Did she enjoy breaking y/n?

Andrew wanted to approach y/n, stop her, but it wasn’t safe. He couldn’t find a safe way in.

A small crowd was gathering outside of the door watching in horror and disbelief as the girl before them tore the room apart.

Shawn had pushed his way through the crowd unaware of what was going on. The buzz he usually felt after a show was wearing off sooner than usual.

“Y/n” Shawn breathed out in disbelief as he watched his girlfriend destroy everything.

He hadn’t shouted, barely spoken above a whisper, but y/n heard it. It was enough for her to stop. She looked up at her boyfriend completely aware of all the eyes watching her and all the distraction she had caused.

How? How could I have done this? Y/n wondered.

She had no idea what had come over her, the buzz was now gone completely. She felt naked under all their eyes. Embarrassed with herself. Horrified by her actions. All she could do was stare back at Shawn who was watching her cautiously as though she were a snake about to attack at any given moment. The other one stood behind him an amused smile playing on her lips.

With that she broke down in tears allowing them to fall freely down her face. Not bothering to stop the sobs from escaping her lips.

Almost as if it were an instinct, Shawn hurried forward and within a split second pulled y/n into his chest. She gladly hid her face into his chest clutching onto his shirt for dear life. Shawn gestured for everyone to leave the room. With y/n still clutching to him he walked over to the door and slammed it shut so the nosy people hanging around in the hallways couldn’t watch y/n in her fragile stage.

Since behind the door was the only part of the room that didn’t seem to have broken furniture or glass anywhere near it he slowly slid down the door to the floor, all while keeping y/n in his arms.

He held her close to him as she sobbed harshly, her whole body shaking. Shawn didn’t say anything, nothing came to mind. What could he say?

“why?” Y/n finally spoke surprising Shawn since her sobs hadn’t stopped.

“Why what?” Shawn asked stupidly. He couldn’t understand what had caused y/n to break down like this

“Why do you have to be with her? This isn’t fair! Your fans don’t care whether your with her or not.” y/n felt as though she sounded bratty but she couldn’t think of any reason how this would benefit Shawn or why he would want to do something as stupid as a PR.

Again Shawn felt stupid for being at a loss of words. He had no response. Not one that would be good enough anyway. He didn’t know why or how he had gotten himself into this mess in the first place.

“Y/n I’m sorry” he mumbled trying not to let the lump in his
throat show in his voice. He knew that if he showed y/n how much it affected him it wouldn’t help the situation.

Y/n didn’t say another word, so many thoughts running through her head, so many things she wanted to say but her mouth couldn’t form the words. No words would even come close to what she wanted to say. She stayed in the same position wanting to push Shawn away. He couldn’t just pretend to date someone else for the world to see and have y/n in secret. But y/n couldn’t find it in her to push him away. He had a hold on her. She was deeply in love with him even though she wished she wasn’t and wouldn’t dare show it.

-


'Never pick up, never call me, he know we running out of time.’

Y/n stared angrily at her phone. She was seated alone in her bedroom pathetically calling her boyfriend who was on the other side of the world not even bothering to call her.

She was sick of always being the first to call or text, the only one making an effort. Their relationship felt beyond one sided to her and it was taring her apart, slowly, piece by piece. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could take and was well aware that it would be near impossible for her to put the pieces back together when Shawn was eventually done with her.

It seemed like Shawn was already giving up on her. She understood that shawn’s life was hectic and that he was busy with tour but that didn’t mean that it was okay to go two weeks without contact. Every time y/n tried to call he never picked up nor did he call back. Any texts were sent when she was supposed to be asleep and was too busy crying to write up a response.

Taking in a deep breath y/n opened up a new text and began typing the one thing she wanted to do least of all. She was beyond in love with Shawn, it didn’t make sense to break up with someone who you’re in love with. But then again it didn’t make sense to love someone who was never around or who kept you a secret because of a career.

Just as y/n was re-reading the text before hitting send her phone began buzzing in her hand. Relief flooded through her as she read the name flashing across the screen. This must have been some sort of sign the universe was sending her.

“Hello” she tried to compose herself as she answered.

The butterflies had erupted in her stomach like never before. It made sense to get butterflies on the first date, not eleven months later when they called to say goodnight.

“Y/n” he sighed in relief as though he thought he had lost her.

Y/n wondered if it was possible that Shawn knew about the message she was planning on sending. That he was aware of the fact that she had nearly given up on him.

“I can’t talk long. I go on stage in two minutes but I just needed to talk to you” he breathed out in relief.

She was his escape. His safe place. His heaven on earth he didn’t know what he would do without her. He knew that it was only a matter of time before y/n walked away. He was just thankful that today wasn’t the day.

Y/n couldn’t respond. Like most of the time now days, she didn’t know how to respond.

“I’m sorry I haven’t spoken to you in so long princess, I miss you” Shawn paused. It wasn’t a empty pause. It was as though he was reflecting on how much he missed the beautiful girl he had grown so much to love.

It had been hard, especially the past few months. but he was grateful that he still had her in some way as oppose to not at all.

“I miss you too” y/n smiled to herself. Just hearing his steady breathing on the other end of the phone was enough to soothe her.

“Okay I’m running out of time.” Y/n heard someone on the other side of the line telling Shawn to make his way to the stage. “But I just wanted to hear your voice and be able to remind you how much I love you.” Y/n smiled again not knowing how to respond. Her heart fluttered at her boyfriends words. He always had a way of effortlessly saying the most perfect things.

“I love you too” y/n said barley above a whisper as if it were a secret. But it wasn’t anyone else telling them to keep it a secret. It was her choice this one rare time.

More voice’s came from the line as well as distant screaming getting louder.

“Good bye baby” he said and with that the line went dead.

She was met again with the message she had angrily typed up and gladly deleted it. Relieved that she hadn’t sent it and ruined what they had.


-


'Baby, I done, done enough talking I need to know that your mine.’


“Happy one year” y/n smiled half heartedly at her reflection in the mirror as she spoke on the phone to Shawn

“I can’t believe I’ve been lucky enough to have you in my life for a whole year” y/n didn’t bother responding to this. It felt like empty words to her.

It all felt like a waste of time. A whole year wasted in a relationship that was going to go down in flames, with only ashes as a memory.

“You don’t seem happy” Shawn said after a long pause of silence.

He was nervous, y/n could easily tell by the hesitation in his voice. He didn’t want to hear her say the words that were on her mind, knowing that they wouldn’t be good.

“It just feels like all talk” she awkwardly said. She wasn’t sure if she regretted it yet or not as she waited silently for shawn’s response. When Shawn didn’t respond she continued. “I mean you talk about how much you love me yet you never put any effort in” she awkwardly played with the hem of her shirt waiting for Shawn to respond.

“I’m sorry you feel that way”. He mumbled sheepishly in response making guilt grow in the pit of y/n’s stomach.

“I mean maybe if you showed me that you are all mine in some way…” Y/n tried to start but it wasn’t what she meant to say. It was by all means the truth but she didn’t expect her self to be this honest with Shawn on a topic so touchy to the two while they were supposedly 'celebrating’ their one year anniversary.

“Forget it” she breathed out slowly realising that this phone call had quickly escalated into a disaster. “Well I better go to bed, I have an early start tomorrow” it wasn’t exactly the truth but it just felt easier to end the call now them go on with it.

When Shawn didn’t respond she hung up slamming herself on her bed. Frustratedly she groaning at what had happened.

The door bell rang making y/n roll her eyes in response. The last thing she wanted right now was to go out with her friends to 'celebrate’ the way that they had planned. It didn’t feel right. She should be celebrating with Shawn.

When the annoying ringing continued y/n angrily pulled herself off of her bed and to the door. Along the way preparing a speech on how she just wanted to be left alone.

“Guys I’m sorry but I….” Y/n cut herself off at the sight before her.

“Shawn?” She breathed out in surprise at the sight of her boyfriend in front of her. He looked beyond exhausted but still as hot as ever. But more importantly he was there.

“Is this proof enough that I’m all yours?” Shawn asked looking down at his girlfriend hopefully. In response she began to laugh causing him to smile.

“You are aware of how cliché this is, right?” She quizzed as she pulled him inside before wrapping her arms tightly around him, nuzzling her head into his chest. The familiar warmth and scent relaxing her instantly.

After standing in shawn’s grip she pulled away looking at him in awe.

“I have to be back in time for an interview tomorrow but I needed to spend tonight with you”

In response y/n wrapped her hands around shawn’s neck pressing her lips against his for a long awaited kiss. The feeling of his lips on hers instantly sent relief spiralling through her body. Shawn’s string hands gripped y/n’s waist, pulling her body closer to his, deepening the kiss.

Although y/n tried desperately not to pull away Shawn did, pressing his forehead against hers so he didn’t have to pull to far away from her.

“I got you a present.” He breathed out heavily, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small wrapped box before handing it to y/n.

“I get to see you, and get a present. You spoil me too much Mendes.” She giggled but began unwrapping the small box instantly.

A blue Tiffany box came into sight once she had thrown the wrapping paper to the side. Y/n’s eyebrows creased slightly as she wondered what it was. As though the box would disappear between her fingers, y/n carefully undid the White ribbon before opening the blue box.

Y/n looked down in awe.

“Promises rings.” Shawn told her.

Two matching silver rings sat on a white cushion inside the box. One with a diamond and a smaller diamond on either end, the other thicker and more masculine.

Y/n was at a loss of words. They where beautiful and would have defiantly cost a lot of money. Far more than she was worth.

“One for you and one for me. They both have lyrics engraved on them. Your’s has 'when you miss me close you eyes’ and mine says 'I may be far but never gone’” Shawn turned the masculine ring, that was clearly for him, over so the writing on the band was show.

Shawn carefully took the rings out of the box and slipped y/n’s ring onto her fourth finger on her right hand before slipping his onto his finger.

“You are aware of how cliché you are, right?” Y/n quizzed giggling at shawn’s small pout in response before pecking him on the lips. “I love you” she added.

“ I know princess, I love you too.” He whispered connecting their lips again.


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IM THINKING OF MAKING THIS INTO A MINI SERIES AND ALREADY HAVE PART 2 DONE SO IF YIU WANT ME TO MAKE IT INTO A MINI SERIES LET ME KNKW ☺️

bts jungkook as your boyfriend

• frequently playing overwatch/video games together

• stolen kisses to distract you omg

• “y/nnnn! i let you win!”

• movie nights watching anime or studio ghibli films

• would be the type to cry during ‘your name’ but keeps it inside, of which you would relentlessly tease him about

• ice creams dates where the weather is sunny with a cool breeze

• “you’ve got a little something on your mouth. want me to kiss it away?”

“you’re so cheesy stop.”

• ok but road trips

• he would take you somewhere far away where the stars would flicker above you

• “they’re beautiful.” you would say, and he would smile that cute little bunny grin in agreement whilst secretly glancing at you

• he would write so many songs about you

• but this idiot would insist that they were about something stupid because he knows you’ll call him names again

• you’d know anyway

• he would show you off to the members allllll the time

• “i miss y/n.”

• “jungkook shes literally just gone to the bathroom calm your balls.”

• cuddles at night

• the kind where he would wrap his arms around you, his breath tickling your ear as he traced circular patterns on your tingling skin

• you could feel his heartbeat, thumping against his chest, fast and loud

• “promise you’ll stay with me? always?”

• spooning until twelve because he just can’t get enough of the warmth you radiate
Thoughts On S9 Queens

Didn’t know if I should do this but here I am anyways…

Trinity Taylor: Interview was kind of forgettable, other than the fact that I remember she was looking like a traditional pageant queen. Don’t think she’s gonna go too far but I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt.

Nina Bonina Brown: I can tell she might be a little messy but it’s probably gonna be entertaining as fuck. She can literally paint anything on her face like WOW. Might go home first due to said messiness.

Shea Coulee: YAS SICKENING THE HOUSE DOWN BOOTS GAGA WERK. Definitely should go far. She’s so gorgeous, I cried. 

Kimora Blac: Seems like a fucking bitch but I’m living for it in a Gia Gunn type of way.

Jaymes Mansfield: I don’t remember anything besides that weird/annoying little girl voice.

Farrah Moan: QUEENS OF MEMES. I LOVE HER, TOP 3.

Eureka: Really queen? You used 80 million things to describe a red dress?

Valentina: She’s pretty but kind of stupid. I like ha anyways. 

Charlie Hides: rat. and thats the t.

Aja: BIIIIIIITCH. LEMME FUCKIN TELL YOU. I’ve followed Aja for a looooooonggg time. She’s AMAZING. Funny, lip sync queen, excellent drag mother, makes like 90% of what she wears, smart, marketing genius, captivating. This is my winner. And y’all should check out the Haus of Aja if you wanna get snatched. 

Sasha Velour: I’ve also been following her for a long time! She’s so pure, definitely rooting for her, definitely gonna be Miss Congeniality. Also she’s Russian so get ready for that!

Peppermint: YES! Finally trans representation ON the show. She’s beautifulllllll. I hope she doesn’t get shafted by anyone or anyone says anything rude because I will cut a bitch over Peppermint.

Alexis Michelle: I don’t remember much from her MTQ video but I remember that she seemed really sweet and genuine.

Goku and Chichi’s Relationship

”Chichi does nothing but yell and nag.”
“Goku married Chichi without fully knowing what he was getting into.”
“Goku is henpecked.”
“Goku does not have romantic feelings for Chichi.”
“Goku sees Chichi as just another companion.” 

And so on and so forth. These are things I usually hear people say about GoChi. And you know what, I don’t understand.

The reason I fell in love with the GoChi ship was because Dragon Ball ends with Goku knowing nothing about marriage, but when Dragon Ball Z comes along we see that despite his initial ignorance he manages to maintain a happy marriage. He had no idea what love was in DB, but in DBZ we see that he has grown to love Chichi. 

When people bash GoChi, I always think about the part in the Cell Saga where Goku has just recovered from the heart virus. I’m not even talking about just the kiss; it’s everything. That’s the longest the series allows us to see Goku and Chichi together, so it’s the best window we have into their relationship. Plus, Goku has just escaped death at this point, and usually it is during moments like this that people are most honest about their feelings. 

And what feelings do they show us? Let’s take a look at the following screenshots:

Goku smiles as Chichi hugs him. He apologizes for worrying her, then proceeds to swing her around. My favorite part is when Chichi tells him to cut it out but ends up enjoying it anyway. They laugh together like teenagers in love, then he accidentally throws her too high into the sky, but when he catches her, they just laugh it off. 

I think this is basically a summary of how Goku and Chichi are as a couple. Goku does something silly or stupid, Chichi tries to tell him off, but then she gives in and ends up loving him all the more for his antics. 

I think this is how they show affection to each other too. They’re not passionate or intense. They don’t go on candlelit dinners or profess undying love for each other through poetry. Instead, they play in the snow, run around in the rain, and laugh together doing simple sweet things in their simple sweet home in the mountain. 

I think this scene also shows how Goku loves and treats Chichi differently from Krillin or Bulma or even his own sons. Have you ever seen Goku act this way around any other character? Case in point, when Goku ITs into the aircraft carrying his friends shortly after this scene, Krillin cries with joy and throws himself into Goku’s arms so fervently that they smash through the side of the aircraft. His reaction is just as powerful as Chichi’s, and yet Goku does not feel the urge to swing him around or do with him the same things he did with Chichi. 

Next, is Goku actually a henpecked husband? Is Chichi actually an irrational nagger who cannot accept the kind of person her husband is? Let’s look at these screenshots:

LOOK AT THAT FROWN! 

I have this belief that Goku isn’t as henpecked as he seems to be. I believe that he lets Chichi yell and nag because he’s a patient and generally peace-loving person. But here, when people’s lives are at stake and time is of the essence, Goku looks disapproving of Chichi’s stubbornness and looks about ready to argue. 

I love this because it shows that Goku loves his strong-willed wife and so he lets her assume dominance in the relationship for the most part, but he also won’t just quietly submit to her when she’s being irrational. 

But here’s what makes this even more wonderful:

Chichi reveals that she’s not irrational at all. And Chichi knows her husband well enough to know that she won’t win an argument about this anyway. Which makes me think that she and Goku do argue from time to time; they just don’t do it so publicly like Bulma and Vegeta.

Chichi also shows here that she, despite everything she usually yells about, believes in her husband and in the potential of their son. Goku appreciates this, and thanks her. He understands just how much courage it takes to accept this kind of fate for her family. Master Roshi realizes this too and thinks to himself that Chichi has “nerves of steel”, as befitting the wife of the strongest man on Earth.

Then they just gaze at each other lovingly for a while:

And when it’s time to go, they share a kiss. They kiss for like seven seconds in front of Master Roshi.

If you think about it, contrary to popular portrayal in fanfiction, Goku and Chichi are usually not embarrassed to show their love in front of others.

We see more examples in the Buu Saga, when in front of their friends, Goku tells Chichi that he missed her, when Chichi throws herself into his arms as he is about to go back to the afterlife and he hugs her and holds her hand, and finally when Chichi cries against his chest as they are finally reunited at Kami’s Lookout and he tells her he loves her.

All this done in public, and neither of them act like it’s embarrassing. They treat it as if it were something natural.

Anyway, going back to this scene, the kiss they share here isn’t just a ‘routine’ kiss but something they both genuinely feel like sharing at that moment. How do I know? 

Look at Goku’s face right after they kiss. His gaze lingers on her longer and he has this satisfied smile on his face.

And this next part just kills me. Goku goes all serious as he is about to IT away, but just before he disappears, he takes one last look at Chichi. And I’m like, WHOA GUYS, TOO MUCH LOVE, GIVE IT A REST.

But seriously, how can anyone say that he doesn’t love her the way a husband loves a wife?

anonymous asked:

Sorry I don't get it. Was it really Louis' account sending those messages? Urghh why does this stupid shit still need to happen??? This is so embarassing. These messages to fans about her.... And like asking them to delete the pics?!? Looool couldn't she be the one asking them?? Since they are her fans???? And why ask in the first place?? She was literally at the event to be seen. -.- god, this is all so stupid. And the "she's amazing" -.-

Anyway you slice it it’s the height of embarrassment. If it’s @louis then it’s embarrassing because can she not just ask for herself or are you embarrassed because of how she looks and really you find these bad but not the ones of your son or the ones that disrupt your privacy by showing your home?? If it’s the UA faking the DM, which I think is the most likely, then what desperate sad little liars, that think this is somehow #goals. And at the end of it all how embarrassing for Eleanor, you only go to these events to get attention (all after she tried to play it off as if she was an invitee not just a guest of Sophia’s) but once she gets pics they are super unflattering and clearly show how she edits/photoshops her photos to appear skinnier and more photogenic. It’s all so embarrassing.

Sunny Days-chapter 8

Sunny Days Masterlist

Summary- Negan and Sunny deal with the effects of their argument. Who will bend or break?

Warnings- Angst, Smut, Edging, Daddy Kink, Squirting, Language

Author’s Note- Sorry this took so long to get out. Flu, bronchitis, and plot bunny in shape of Max from The Resident took over my life. However, since you guys waited so long, I combined what would have been 3 short chapters into this much longer one. Also, I planned this story out before the episode with sad Amber aired. So my Amber is a bitch. And I’m gonna screw around with the time line to fit my story. It shouldn’t make much difference since it’s hard to tell how much time passes between episodes sometimes.

Word Count- 5.7k+

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Negan sat in his office staring at the new bedroom door. He swirled the scotch, the ice gently clinked against the glass, and brought it to his lips. He swallowed the last mouthful in one large gulp feeling warmth spreading down his throat. He had everything ready. All he was missing was Sunny.

She’s too fucking stubborn for her own good. She has no fucking clue how damn vulnerable she is out there on her own. She’ll come the fuck around. She has to. I’ll fucking make her. God fucking damnit.

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anonymous asked:

Hi can I ask some analysis on some of Sanji ships? ZoSan, LuSan, LawSan, SaNa, SanVio, SanPud?

ZoSan: They’re basically two sides of the same coin. Though they differ from each other in some aspects, both have core traits of being monstrously powerful, fiercely competitive, and suicidally self-sacrificial. I think their deepest bond comes from sharing the pivotal position of flanking Luffy, and watching out for the crew while their captain takes out the main enemies. They may bicker with each other due to their competitive nature, but it’s mostly friendly rivalry between peers that show how close they are (and they do show agreement on really important matters). Their mutual respect and trust is almost tangible, and I think Sanji in particular deeply admires Zoro’s strength and determination. From Zoro’s perspective, I think it’s rare for someone full of pride like him to actually acknowledge a person’s power and trustworthiness to the point of having absolute confidence. He’s lucky to have Sanji who he can secretly count on to always have his back, really. And of course, the best part of their dynamics is that all of this is mostly left unsaid between them.

LuSan: The ship that really needs to be reevaluated after the current arc. I don’t doubt that Luffy has equal love for all of his nakama, but Sanji’s the only one who got to hear “I can’t become Pirate King without you” from him. Also, you know just how much Luffy loves to eat, and he went as far as going on a hunger strike for the first time in his life just to get his cook back. It should also be noted that Luffy’s the person who understands Sanji best in terms of personal history. Out of the crew, only Luffy got the hear about Sanji’s experience of starvation and what Zeff and the Baratie meant to him. He was also the only person present when Sanji joined the crew, and up to now no one other than him has ever seen Sanji truly cry. In short, there are a lot of exclusive moments between them. To add on, I think Luffy could be particularly fond of Sanji in that he’s the main provider of what he loves the most: food. Sanji might call him out for bad table manners and such but I can easily imagine him always thanking Luffy for loving his cooking so much.  

LawSan: At first sight, what clearly ties them together is that they’re both North Blue boys. I haven’t sighted any common denominators in their past stories yet but who knows - what happened in their childhood could be connected in some way or another, given their hometowns’ relative geographic proximity. That being said, it’s interesting how traumatic incidents shaped their characters differently. Whereas Sanji still had enough resilience to maintain his childhood innocence and hope for the future to some extent despite all that he had gone through, Law was totally stripped of his humanity until Corazon went out of his way to mend him back. What resulted in this difference is debatable but it certainly is worth noting. I don’t think it’s likely that they have particular feelings for each other just because they’re both from North Blue, but it’s possible that Law regards Sanji as the most sensible and reliable Straw Hat in terms of strategic planning, since he’s the one who pointed out his flaw and reminded him the bigger picture in Dressrosa. For Sanji, Law’s probably one hell of a picky bastard who deserves to get his ass kicked for hating bread. and umeboshi XD 

SaNa: Be it in a platonic or romantic sense, I believe Nami holds a special place in Sanji’s heart. She’s probably the first woman he got to interact on a regular basis outside the framework of the Baratie, not to mention that the first mission he had to go through as a Straw Hat was none other than saving her from Arlong. Sanji swoons over just about any lady of course, but I think he genuinely likes Nami’s character, from her cunning nature and wildness to her bravery, kind heart and willingness to sacrifice herself for the sake of everyone else. Nami might constantly brush away Sanji’s swooning out of annoyance, but I think she was so worried about him in the current arc partly because she’s grateful for all the care he shows for her, either consciously or unconsciously. Also, it need not be said that Nami’s the person who had the best understanding of Sanji’s situation and how he must be feeling in this arc, since she had gone through same shit before and that’s when she got to know Sanji as nakama. I think she slapped him not just because he hurt Luffy, but also because she was disappointed that he thought his nakama would be stupid enough to believe his lies and actually throw him out. Anyway the development of their relationship in this arc is quite amazing and I’m definitely looking forward to more intimate moments between them.

SanVio: Just like Pudding, Viola was deeply touched by Sanji’s pure and kind heart (you could say it was his chivalry that won her heart, but I think at the root of his chivalry lies his gentle caring nature). She could’ve seen more than just Sanji’s skeleton, curly eyebrows and perversion (ahem) with her eyes, like what a heart of gold he has and maybe that’s one of the reasons she thinks so highly of him? Sanji did nosebleed massively after she hugged him and all, but I think this ship is more about how Viola feels for Sanji than vise versa. Their meeting was very brief and Sanji parted with her without getting to know her all that well, but he did manage to leave a lasting powerful impression on her - enough to make her blush and smile with fondness. I have a hunch that they’re going to meet again some way or another and when they actually do reunite, Viola’s going to help out Sanji big time.

SanPud: Ah, the groom and the bride in question. If Sanji and Pudding really get married, I can imagine their relationship working out pretty well somehow. Sanji has no qualms whatsoever about marrying a three-eyed girl (not only having no qualms but he actually thinks her eye is beautiful) and he’d rejoice when teaching Pudding how to make chocolate (provided that she really does love to make it and wasn’t acting). As for Pudding, well, I think she totally fell for Sanji after he complimented her third eye so Sanji just being Sanji would be enough for her, I assume. Since they both had the traumatic experience of being abused by their own family, I think they can deepen their relationship by talking about their childhood trauma and comforting each other. Sanji in particular can give Pudding a lot of advice and assistance and maybe that would heal her twisted personality to some extent. This is all based on the assumption that they’re getting married of course, but even if they don’t it’s likely that their encounter with each other would become a lasting memory to both of them. After all, they did make each other succumb to tears, albeit on different occasions.      

Kings & Queens {Ch 4}

Summary: Six students, from six different cliques, are trapped in the same room  for Saturday detention. They cannot stand one another, but find that they are not all that different. Inspired by The Breakfast Club (1985), characters from Sarah J Maas’ Throne of Glass series.

Author’s Note: Decided to post early, since I finished it! It’s official. I like writing from Rowan’s POV the best….I hope you all like where this is going. Let me know what you think!



Two years ago, the summer before Sophomore year…

“Hello.”  I had been staring at her from my table for the last hour, and I finally managed to gain enough control of my thoughts to approach her.

She looked up at me, her eyes gleaming with beauty and mischief. “Hi.”

“I’m Rowan,” I stuck out my hand, and she narrowed her eyes at it before she grasped it, as if she were deciding if I was worthy.

Apparently, I was.

“Aelin,” she smiled, and her smile made me breathless. “Junior?”

“Sophomore,” I pointed to my badge the orientation leader had gifted me with. “Unfortunately.”

I had gotten held back a year, but I decided to leave that part out.

“Unfortunately?” she smirked, and I felt something in my stomach that I hadn’t for a long time. “But, I’m going to be a sophomore, too. Most people would consider you lucky, Rowan….”

I cleared my throat. “Whitethorn.”

“Whitethorn,” she finished. “Aelin Galathynius. I think you and I will get along nicely.”

And we did.

Until we didn’t.

Rowan

9:05 a.m.

I hadn’t moved since I’d gotten there. It was all a misunderstanding, anyway, why I was sent to that hellhole in the first place. And just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, she showed up.

I wasn’t stupid, and I wasn’t blind. I saw the way her turquoise eyes widened when she noticed me coming down the hallway every now and again at school, how she turned around and walked the other direction as if running into me was the last thing she wanted.

As if she couldn’t stand the thought of being near me.

Don’t worry, I wanted to call out to her, every damn day. I stopped trying to reach out to you a long time ago.

Over the course of my lifetime, I had become very good at hiding my emotions. By the time I had reached my senior year, I had gotten so good at hiding them, I barely felt anything anymore.

I caught her glancing at me from time to time, which pissed me off, because that meant I was glancing at her, too. I couldn’t help myself. She was just as beautiful then as she was years before, when we spent the summer together by the lake, taking long drives to nowhere in particular, taking walks through the woods, hand in hand. Years before, when we spent the summer together laughing until we cried at three a.m. alone, in my bed, when my parents were away on business.

Two years later, she was a stranger. I looked at her, and I saw the girl I knew, but she was wearing someone else’s skin. I knew she was in there, but she wouldn’t admit it to herself, she was too drunk on popularity, too drunk on being adored by the entire population of Havilliard High.

Everyone else had dispersed from their seats, while I had remained. Aelin had gone to the second floor, where she’d been leaning over the balcony for the last half hour or so. The girl who hides behind her hair had gone, too, and for some reason Ashryver had followed her, probably to harass her some more.

Turning in my chair, I froze. The nerd was still there, to the table to my right, reading his textbook with heavy concentration.

As if he felt me watching him, his breathing became heavier.

He probably listened to what everyone said about me in the hallways.

Bully. Asshole. Criminal.

“Dorian, right?” I asked, and he nodded, his dark brown bangs falling in front of his eyes. “Sophomore?”

He blinked. “Senior, actually. We, uh, we have British lit together.”

I instantly felt a pang of guilt for not noticing him in class, but that was not surprising for big, bad Rowan Whitethorn. So, I gave him a short nod and turned back to my own fiddling thumbs.

“What’s your tattoo of?”

Raising an eyebrow, I glanced back his direction. “What?”

His hands began shaking, but his voice remained even. “Your tattoo. I’ve always been fascinated with them. I was just curious if, well, if it had any sort of significance or if it’s just a piece of art.”

I looked up, quickly, too see if Aelin was watching the interaction, but she was no longer there. Turning back to Dorian, I shrugged. “Can’t art be significant?”

His sapphire eyes widened. “Oh, of course. I didn’t mean to disrespect-“

“Don’t worry, it was a good question,” I interrupted him, then shot to my feet as his eyes grew even wider.

Ignoring the fact that I didn’t actually give him an answer, didn’t want to, I hastily strode to the bathroom.

It was empty, thankfully, and I was quick to lock the door behind me. I looked in the mirror, and saw the same stranger I usually found staring back at me. He was wearing a baggy, gray sweatshirt and tight, black jeans tucked into thick doc martens.

Two years ago, I wouldn’t have been seen wearing anything but gym shorts or sweat pants and my old lacrosse hoodie. Two years ago, I would have still had hair down to my shoulders. Not anymore.

My cropped, silver locks barely reached my green eyes. She loved your eyes.

Shaking off the thought, I yanked down my hood and turned on the faucet. Not bothering to roll up my sleeves, I leaned my face down and splashed frigid water onto my skin.

I think you and I will get along nicely.

The first conversation we ever had. The first time since Lyria died that I actually enjoyed talking to another human being, the first time since Lyria that I actually wanted more. The moment that I saw Aelin Galathynius, and I knew I didn’t want to live this life without her in it. The moment I knew she was something special. The moment I knew she was different. 

Same time tomorrow? There’s a place I want to show you.

The end of the first day we spent together, lounging by the lake, while I listened to her sing along to every song that came on the radio, obnoxiously loud. The night before she took me into the woods, to her favorite spot by the stream, where we took off our shoes, and rolled up our pants and walked together through the shin-deep water. The night I realized I could live purely off the sound of her laughter.

Lyria? She sounds beautiful. I lost someone, too. Sam. And I loved him.

Three a.m. and one too many sips of wine from a single red solo cup. We talked about life, and loss, and love. I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to stay there, lying on top of the sheets, her head lying innocently on my chest. I can still hear the slight slur in her voice, can still taste the strawberry wine. I wanted to kiss her. I should have kissed her.

You love me? How could you love someone like me?

The night I spilled my heart out to her. The night she pressed her lips against mine, and I was completely undone, my insides unraveled and bare on the carpet of her bedroom. The night before classes began. The night before everything changed.

How could you love someone like me?

Because you are kind, I said back to her, cradling her face in my hands, brushing away the tears that fell from her insecurities. Because you make me feel like I am not alone. Because you are beautiful, and only good. You give me peace in this cruel, merciless world.

I let the water fall into my sweatshirt, allowed the fabric to soak it up before I removed the rest with my sleeve. My eyes drifted to my reflection, where my tattoo peeked out of my collar. The tattoo of Lyria, of our short love that I would never forget. The tattoo of my parents, for they were taken from the world too soon.

I should have added Aelin to the list.

I had lost her, too, after all.

Aedion was sitting in my chair when I returned, and I halted as I noticed him fiddling with the strap of my backpack. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Dorian’s face paled as his eyes drifted between the two of us. 

“I have been watching you,” he replied, a hideous, amused grin plastered to his pretty-boy face. “I have been watching you, watching her.”

“That’s creepy,” the dark-haired girl mumbled from behind me. I hadn’t even realized she was there.

“Always with the compliments, Lysandra,” Aedion drawled. 

Lysandra.

She rolled her eyes and took her seat, the scent of tobacco filling the air around her.

“Move,” I demanded, taking a step forward.

“Let’s just-” Dorian began, but Aedion cut him off.

“Something happened between you and Aelin,” he whispered, his eyes lit with curiosity. “I want to know what it is.”

“Aren’t you two close?” I shot back. “The jock and the prom queen? What makes you think she ever wanted anything to do with me?”

He assessed me, making me feel vulnerable. I didn’t want to talk about it. I didn’t want to talk about her.

“I-”

My temper had risen, and I was done listening. My hand found the collar of his shirt, and I yanked him forward, onto the ground. As I stood above him, he laughed.

The criminal versus the star quarterback. People would have paid good money to see that.

But, nothing happened.

Nothing happened, because Aelin rushed in, and took Aedion’s hand, and helped him off the ground. Nothing happened, because Aelin looked at me, truly looked at me, for the first time in years. She held my eyes, and for a second there was nothing but longing, and then, there was nothing but hate. 

I didn’t move, I didn’t breathe, until they walked away, until they disappeared between the pillars of books.


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okay so hear me out

I’m pretty sure a Miraculous Starstruck AU has been done but I am really really into this one now so just,,,

-Adrien never gave Marinette his umbrella. He left before she did, she took off, etc. but they never mended that rift

-Marinette still has a really bad impression of Adrien, she can’t stand him, when he tries to say hi or anything she just gets annoyed by the spoiled little rich model

-so I’m not sure about paparazzi in Paris but for story purposes basically, Adrien is out and about and all the sudden the paparazzi is there and he’s like “crap gtg” and the closest building is the bakery so he just ducks in

-Marinette is helping her parents and she’s working the counter and he comes in panicked and just ducks behind the counter and pulls her down

-cue Angry™Defensive™ Marinette like “wth are you doing are you crazy??” as they’re kneeling behind the counter while Adrien waits for the Paps to leave

-“Please don’t yell at me just stay down here with me until the paparazzi passes please”

-Marinette: ?? is he joking “life must be so tough that people want to take pictures of you :((” *note sarcasm*

-Basically though Marinette complies, begrudgingly.

-Adrien chills out there for like 10 minutes when Sabine finally sees that her daughter is sitting on the floor with a Boy

-“Marinette honey go on and take your friend upstairs, you don’t have to sit down here”

-Marinette was just actually going to tell Adrien to leave when Sabine says that

-Adrien just looks from the Paps outside to Marinette with these Kitten Eyes and she’s screwed

-so she invites him upstairs and he hangs out for awhile, maybe he apologizes to Marinette and she’s like “Okay I still hate you”

-and then later he goes home, but now anytime the paparazzi shows up he almost always ducks into the bakery.

-(because for some reason the paparazzi like to show up perfectly when he’s next to the bakery??)

-anyway story goes on with more Shenanigans and Marinette and Adrien fall in love yknow

-Meanwhile Chat Noir is really intrigued by Ladybug’s rants about this stupid boy that keeps showing up at her house when he needs help

Not the One

Summary: The reader has a massive crush on the Winter Soldier but he has eyes for a red headed 

Warnings: Cussing. Angst. Fluff? I honestly don’t know. 

Author’s Note: I have been feeling really down lately so I wanted to do something to get it out. 

Originally posted by stupidteletubbie

Y/N was a very unique addition to the team of superheros. She was an excellent  sniper, she had the power of fire, mind control, and a few other powers. Y/N mostly kept to herself and was mainly found in the library but during any events with the team, she was there. 

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Omegle - All Boys *

Really cringey first attempt at a smut so beware. This was also posted really early on. Probably a year ago at the minimum. My writing has improved. Also the summary makes me cringe but what can you do?

Summary: Y/n goes on Omegle to waste time. She’s met with lots of things but she comes across a black screen aka Michael Clifford and friends. They start talking and the boys have some… needs to attend to.

Today is a lazy day for me. I’ve done nothing productive all day. I’ve sat back, with my laptop in front of me, and I’ve been on mindless games all day. While I was playing happy wheels, an ad popped up. ‘Omegle, meet new people, new friends, and just strangers with common interests for free!’ Well, I’ve got nothing better to do this fine Saturday. I know, it’s Saturday and I’ve got nothing to do, I’m a loner. I don’t give a fuck. I clicked on the ad for Omegle and a new screen popped up. It brought me to omegle..com. There was a box in the center of the screen that said interests, obviously, I typed in 5 seconds of summer because, they are life.

     I clicked on video to start off because the whole point is to meet new people. It started loading and the first person I saw wasn’t a person, it was a dick. I made a disgusted face. People can be so rude online. Like, what if there were children on this site. Just some kids who liked 5 seconds of summer. They would be accustomed to nudity. Oh well, what can you do, the whole generation knows about things they shouldn’t. I clicked on skip and next popped a girl. She seemed to be about 15, that’s about four years younger than me. I’m 19 if you can’t do simple math. Sorry, that was rude. The girl smiled at me, and then she skipped me. “Well ok then.” I mumbled as the next person came on. It wasn’t really a person, all I could see was a black screen.

Stranger is typing… the screen said. Ok, so it is a real person I’m talking to.

Hi. Asl? the stranger said. (Stranger will be in italics)

Hi. And wtf does that mean.

Stranger is typing… it means age, sex, location.

Oh, well I’m 19 I live in Australia and kinky;) jk I’m a girl, and not that kinky.

Stranger is typing… Ooo you’re funny, I’m Michael, boy obviously, and 21 in Australia. You know you don’t have to type right? I can hear you.

I looked down embarrassed. “Oh, I didn’t know that. Sorry Michael. Also are you going to talk too?” I asked. Stranger is typing… No I’m not going to, I don’t like speaking because of my voice. “Oh, well that’s ok. I was just curious. So I love your name by the way. Michael Clifford is the best ever!” I exclaimed as I smiled brightly to the camera.

Stranger is typing… I love Michael Clifford, in the best way possible, like, he’s a great guy. Well, seems like it.

I smiled at the camera. “You understand! Finally somebody. Everyone else is like, ‘why waste your time on someone who doesn’t even know you’ and I’m like, ‘why waste you time breathing when your going to die anyway?’ They obviously have serious issues.” I giggled.

Michael Clifford’s P.O.V


 I’m talking to this Y/n girl and she’s really interesting. She’s hilarious that’s for sure. All of the boys are here sitting in the hotel room around the laptop. We’re just watching this girl without her knowing about us. All she knows is that Michael is a guy from Australia. The boys and I laughed at the last thing she said. We have our sound turned off so she can’t hear us. Our video is off to so she can’t see us either. “Hold on. I’ll be right back. I’m going to get food.” She was about to get out of her chair but she sat back down. “Please don’t leave, it’s really nice talking to you and not seeing little dicks everywhere.” She pleaded with a serious face until she giggled. Luke started typing. We’ve decided to each type whenever we want.

Ok, I won’t skip you. Just hurry before I get bored.

She read over the message and smirked. “Oh, am I that fun and entertaining to you?” She chuckled. “Ok well, don’t be too bored I’ve just got to warm up some pizza. Mmm, supreme pizza with everything on it.” She smiled and sighed. “Be right back Michael.” She got out of her chair and revealed her tiny booty shorts. “Holy fuck.” I cursed under my breath. “Shit guys. She’s hot.” Ashton sighed. Calum and Luke nodded their heads in agreement. She came back with three slices of supreme mouthwatering pizza on a plate in her hands. She smiled at us. “I’m back and I see you didn’t go anywhere. Unless I’m talking to myself.” She looked at the screen skeptically. “Well, it isn’t like I don’t talk to myself.” She muttered. I took the typing.

That’s cute. How often do you talk to yourself?

She read the message and a light pink dusted her cheeks. “Not that much.” She mumbled in embarrassment.

“Ok, so Michael,” she got up and made a weird face. “This fucking wedgie. I hate it. It’s like a thick thong and it’s uncomfortable. I’m going to change my pants hold on a minute.” She walked to the side but there was a mirror where the camera was pointed so we could still see her. “Oh shit guys.” Luke swore, “she’s going to be undressing in front of the camera.” As she searched through her drawers with the wedgie still prominent, we could see her ass just hanging out. Luke started rubbing himself through his jeans. I looked over at him, “Really mate?” I asked, he didn’t respond, but looked back towards Y/n. She grabbed another pair of shorts, just a bit longer than the ones she’s wearing now. She took her pants off and showed her black lace underwear. “Shit man.” Calum swore as he started palming himself too. Next thing I know we’re all going at it jerking off to the thought of Y/n undressing. Loud moans were filling the hotel room and soon we all came. “Holy fucking hell Michael. I couldn’t even find a decent pair of shorts. The ones I tried on were too wedgie prone so I went with my leggings.” She smiled and lifted her leg to show plain black leggings.

“So what’s going on? Hopefully I haven’t bored you out too much.“ Ashton grabbed the laptop and started typing.

Not at all princess, it was totally fine.

“Dude, seriously? Princess? You stupid.” Calum argued. She read it over and a pink blush was prominent. “Glad I didn’t bore you too much. Um, is there anyway I’d be able to see what you look like? Just so I know I’m not talking to a fifty year old pedophile.” She asked cautiously. I looked towards the guys.

Sure thing, but we’ve got to go in about half an hour so could we have your number to stay in contact?

The boys yelled at me when I pressed send. “Michael! You said we! As in more than one!” Ashton argued. She looked at the screen unsure. “Um ok.” She typed in her number. I texted her immediately. I said, 'This is Michael from Omegle. Hi.’ She looked at her phone and laughed. “Hi Michael. So I was wondering if I could see you guys now. I mean, there is more than just you right?” She asked.

Yeah, my three friends are here too. Hold on let me put the camera and audio on.

She smiled and squealed. “Oh, I’m so excited to see what you look like. What all of you look like.” I sighed and looked towards the boys who nodded there heads. First I put on the audio. “Hi Y/n.” I said as I put on the camera so we all could be seen. She stopped smiling and her face paled. “You’ve got to be fucking joking with me.” She mumbled. “I am not speaking to 5 seconds of summer. I am not.” They boys and I chuckled. “No babe, it’s really us.” Calum said smoothly. “Well,” she sighed, “its better than a fifty year old pedo.” We started laughing a bit.

“You’re really funny Y/n you know that right?” Luke asked her. She blushed again. “Thank you.” She whispered in a quiet voice. She’s literally so cute. She got up, “I’ll be right back ok? I’ve got to put my dirty dish away. It’ll take about a minute cause I’ve got to go downstairs.” She rolled her eyes and walked out of the room. Her butt swayed every time she took a step. Ashton groaned and went to lay down on his back. “What the hell man? She’s so gorgeous.” Ashton sighed. “We’ve got audio on now.” I whispered. “Yeah but she went down stairs. She’ll never know.” He said as soon as she walked in. “Never know what?” She asked. Luke made the 'oh shit’ face. “Never know that you’re really hot.” He said with a small blush.

     Y/n blushed as well, “Oh. Thanks again. For complimenting me that is.” She said awkwardly. Calum yawned and I looked over at the time. It was about midnight here and we’ve got a show tomorrow. “Y/n, we’ve got to go, it’s midnight and we’ve got a show tomorrow. I’ve got your number so we’ll call. I’ll give the others your number too ok?” I asked her. She nodded her head. “Yeah,” she smiled, “I’d like to talk some more later. I guess I’ll be going to, I feel like doing absolutely nothing for the rest of my day.” She said looking out into space. “Ok, we’ll talk to you later Y/n, goodnight.” I said. “Night Y/n!” The boys screeched. She giggled. “Goodnight you guys, sleep tight.” She blew a kiss and smiled with her tongue out and a wink, then left the page.

I shut the laptop and sighed. “That was one hell of a night you guys.” Ashton said as he walked over to his bed and got under the covers. “But yeah, goodnight.” We all got under our covers and went to sleep. “Goodnight.”

anonymous asked:

OKAY but like notice how Maggie like reaches out to get know Winn first in that ep. Prolly cause alex talks about her nerd brother all the time and Maggie's like okay I've met the sister now I've gotta meet the brother. (Also she gets nervous around James cause she's a photography nerd and "Alex you didn't tell me James was JAMES FREAKING OLSEN how am I supposed to not look stupid!!!???" Anyway I love Maggie becoming part of superfriends also j'onn was pure and soft like he always is

AND MAGGIE HAS ALWAYS DABBLED IN PHOTOGRAPHY AND JAMES IS ONE OF HER PHOTOGRAPHER IDOLS AND SHE’S JUST LIKE WHAT EVEN ALEX YOU DIDN’T TELL ME JAMES IS GODDAMN JIMMY OLSEN SO ALEX SHOWS JAMES SOME OF MAGGIE’S PHOTOGRAPHS (landscapes, city scapes, shots of Alex, shots of her motorcycle) AND JAMES IS HELLA IMPRESSED AND HE AND MAGGIE BECOME PHOTOGRAPH BUDDIES AND I’M DONE.

don’t ask for nudes

a/n: i couldn’t help myself when i saw the meme… au btw!

Sakura couldn’t believe what she was reading. It was only two words. Two words that pricked her skin, especially after what had happened yesterday.

send nudes? (6:40 pm)

She had to restrain herself from crushing her own phone into tiny little pieces. She looked down and read it again, willing for an explanation to pop up under it from her own boyfriend. She hoped he was playing around—hoped it was also meant for her. It didn’t even sound like something he would type, or was he just a completely different man with her? She shook her head, determined that the two years with him wasn’t anything less than genuine love. 

Sakura had to type something, otherwise she would have no choice but to show up at his doorstep and punch the living daylights out of him.

excuse me??

are you serious right now, sasuke? (6:51 pm)

Plopping down on the couch, Sakura calmed her heart and told herself that she might be overreacting. Maybe Sasuke was just trying to lighten the mood from their fight yesterday, though he was doing a horrible job at it.

never been more serious ;)

i wanna see those curves, been missing them since tuesday… (6:52 pm)

Her stomach soured. She hadn’t seen him all Tuesday and it was what their fight was about yesterday night. Sakura admitted that him dodging her questions after last night’s dinner wasn’t something to get all pent up about, but she could tell he was lying to her. And he never lied, so why did he?

But here it was. The disgusting reason he couldn’t tell her about.

that’s funny. i don’t remember letting you see them on tuesday? (6:58 pm)

the bath house! we stopped there on our way home from the jewelers. (6:59 pm)

Jewelers? What the hell was Sasuke doing at the jewelers? Was he literally dating someone else? Was it that serious that they stopped by a jewelry store? Oh, kami. Was she the girl he was keeping the side when he got tired of his main one?

Sakura took a deep breath and slapped some sense into herself. No, they were practically together everyday—every waking moment if they could. She refused to believe he would cheat on her. That just wasn’t Sasuke.

So, what exactly was he playing at here?

oh yeah! remind me what you bought at the jewelers again? (7:01 pm)

Sakura curled and uncurled her fingers in suspension, hoping she was asking a plausible question.

tsk tsk. you’re so forgetful. are you that lazy to even remember something from two days ago?

hold on, i need to get a drink first. (7:03 pm)

She sighed in relief, but managed to hold tight for the reply. Just then a couple of knocks came from her apartment door. She held onto her phone and slowly shuffled over, eyes still glued to the screen for any incoming messages.

The series of knocks got louder. “Coming!” she called as another text came.

i’m sending you a picture (7:04 pm)

Sakura reached the door, swung it open, and gasped. “Sasuke?”

Before she could say anything else he stepped forward and wrapped his body around hers. “I’m sorry,” he breathed into her ear.

She melted against him, remembering all the reasons why she loved him and why he loved her. “I’m sorry, too,” she murmured back.

After a couple of more minutes, they finally pulled apart. Sakura’s phone buzzed in her hand. Her eyes lingered on the photo that was sent to her.

“Sasuke, where’s your phone?”

Sasuke sighed and went to the couch. “I forgot it at home today when I left for work. So, if you texted or called, that’s why I haven’t replied.”

“Oh,” was all she could say.

since you’re just lazy and not stupid, i’m assuming you’ve figured out that i’m naruto and not sasuke. sheesh i can never have any fun with you, shikamaru. anyway here’s the engagement ring sasuke bought for sakura-chan! she’s gonna love it! (7:09 pm)

And she absolutely did love it. Sakura made a mental note to tell Naruto to delete the message on Sasuke’s phone later. But first, it was a pretty good time to show some curves.

I Won't Say I Love You - James Sirius Potter x Reader - Part 1

It was a nice, peaceful morning that day at house of Finnigans. The huge house was completely silent. Seamus was already up, enjoying his morning coffee. The sound of him casualy siping his warm drink disrupted the perfect silence. He decided that Sereena could also want one, but the said women entered the kitchen a few moments after. She greeted his with a kiss on the cheek and started preparing  breakfast. Her long black hair was in a messy mess of a ponytail. Sereena’s stormy grey eyes weren’t even completely focused on her task, seeing as she woke up only a couple of minutes ago. 

Seamus and Sereena met each other at Hogwarts, precisely in their first year. Although Sereena was hanging out more with Golden Trio than him, they had a nice relationship back then. They went together on the Yule Ball. She found his clumsiness rather amussing. The potion would explode in his face but he would grin, knowing that he succeded to put a smile on her face. Sereena wasn’t a really popular girl back then because of her family. Being a daughter of Sirius Black when he was in a prison wasn’t something to be proud of. But being the sassy girl she is, which based on Sirius’ stories she got from her mother, she was quite a mischievous one. Seamus didn’t admit it, but he liked that in his wife the most. 

“Wake up you two sloths!” Serena yelled from the bottom off the stairs 

“You are going to be late!” yelling again, this time more loudly, hoping to wake the two up. Seamus shook his head looking at the clock nearby. It wasn’t even close to eleven, but through the years you learn to wake your children earlier. Their children were rather lazy anyway, that they would end up being late as usual. Groaning could be heard from two bedrooms that were next to each other on the next floor. The door from one bedroom opened, revealing a (blonde, brunette etc.) girl standing in the doorframe. Her (h/c) hair was a literal mess, covering her (s/c) face. She was rubbing her tired eyes, in intention to wake herself up more. She sleepily looked to her left side and noticed that the door of other bedroom were closed. Leaning on them and pressing her left ear to the wood, she heard not so quiet snoring from the other side. 

“Sirius! Wake up you lazy idiot!” (Y/N) started yelling throbbing at the door. Hearing a loud yelp of surprise and that her darling brother fell from his bed to the floor, she smirked in victory. Then followed some curses about mornings and ‘interrupting his precious beauty sleep’. The boy sharply opened his door glaring at his smirking sister. 

“Good morning to you too” (Y/N) greeted him. He said some more curses through a loud yawn and headed himself downstairs. Sirius is a copy of his grandfather Sirius Black, in memory of who he got his name. He had same black hair, same grey eyes and same pale face as his ancestor. Their looks have also many similarities. (Y/N) unlike him, has many similarities with her grandmother Anna. They both look more like Serena than Seamus. The two are twins, with (Y/N) being six minutes older. “Hey don’t blame me, mom said we’re going to be late.” The (blonde, brunette etc.) muttered to him walking down to the kitchen. 

“(Y/N), it’s fucking 9:47 in the morning, we’re leaving in an hour.” Sirius muttered back. He stretched his neck a few times and yawned again. (Y/N) picked up her (h/c) hair in a messy bun, so it won’t get in her face while she ate. Two siblings entered the kitchen, greeting their parents and sitting themselves at the long wooden table waiting for their breakfast. 

“Why are you so annoyed? I thought you two couldn’t wait to get back to Hogwarts!” Seamus asked them. He was reading a text in Daily Prophet about a new crazy prisoner that came into Azkaban. Later, Sereena will drop (Y/N) and Sirius to station, because he needs get earlier at work at Ministry today. After all, Hermione expected him to be on time. 

“I’m not annoyed dad, just sleepy.” Sirius mumbled. He ran a hand through his black hair and leaned on the table to get a better sleeping position. (Y/N) hit him upside the head, not letting him to sleep. He whisper-cursed at her. Seeing there was no more sleep today, he leant at the back of chair looking around the kitchen. 

“I’m not so annoyed you know. But a thought that I will see that Potter idiot every single day isn’t really a nice thought If ya ask me.” (Y/N) responded after a few moment. This earned a chuckle from Seamus and eye rolling from Sereena. Sirius just raised an eyebrow at her, poking her left cheek. 

“Ya know sis, I think you may actually like that Potter idiot.” He smirked as she pushed his hand away. 

“Oh please, he is your best friend. I do have some standards after all.”  

“What is wrong with me being his best friend?” 

“It means he has same IQ level like you bro.” 

“Then it means he’s a genius.” 

“No, it means you’re both imbeciles.”

“Honestly (Y/N), why can’t you get along with James? He is not a that bad kid.” Serena said. She finished making the pancakes and put four full plates on the table. She was chuckling at a little argument the two had. Twins momentary grabbed Nutella and started putting the sweet cream on the pancakes. Sirius swallowed his in a blink of an eye. (Y/N) grimaced at him and muttered ‘pig’ before taking a bite of her own.  

“Mom, James annoys me to the point where I would throw myself in the Black Lake.” 

“I would gladly push you in the lake myself.” Sirius said with his mouth full smirking at her. The (blonde, brunette etc.) rolled her eyes at her brother. 

 -    After about 45 minutes     - 

 “So, you need to leave your mobile phones and IPods here.” Sereena said. She was in (Y/N)’s room checking if she had brought everything. 

“Robes? Check. Cauldrons? Check. Books? Check. Broom? Cheek. You have Azur with you? You remember Sirius forgot to bring Otis last time.” 

“Mom IPods are allowed and I am bringing mine.” (Y/N) quickly got her player before Sereena could protest. 

“And do I look like I’m Sirius? I never forgot about Azur.” The girl then started petting her owl through the cage. Azur is obviously (Y/N)’s owl. Her feathers are lightly blue at the end and she has golden eyes. Her name Azur is from Italian word ‘azure’ which means blue. Sereena offered that name since she lived practically her whole life with her aunt and grandparents who are originally Italians. Her mother, Anna, was killed a few nights before James and Lily and Sirius went to Azkaban shortly after. Back to owls. Otis is Sirius’s grey owl that is a little clumsy to say at least. Last year he never succeed to fly properly through a window. After closing her chest, (Y/N) raised her wand. 

“Wingardium Leviosa” She said and went downstairs with the chest trailing closely behind her. Sirius was in the hallway, sitting on his own brown chest. He was throwing car keys up and down from boredom. Once he noticed his sister, he jumped from it right up. Sereena went down after (Y/N). She started putting on her jacket and shoes. Grabbing her bag, she caught the keys Sirius threw at her and helped twins to get chests in the trunk. Sereena sat herself on the driver’s seat and turned on the car. (Y/N) sat in the passenger’s seat. The (blonde, brunette etc.) was putting on her lip gloss, checking her (h/c) in the meantime. Sirius popped his head in-between two front seats.

 “Getting ready for a snog with James sis?” Sirius asked with a small smirk before (Y/N) showed his head away.

“Stop saying stupid things.” (Y/N) replied to him 

“Anyways, no Weasley kids starting Hogwarts this year?” The girl asked. Their mother was driving them through busy streets of London. They still had 30 minutes before the train goes off. Just enough time if you ask them. 

“Nope. Lils and Hugo are starting next year, along with Lorcan and Lysander.” Sirius replied back. He leaned himself on his backseat and enjoyed the rest of the ride. Sereena easily pulled the car on the parking of the station. She exited it with the two and put their belonging on the trolley. She gave them their tickets and they headed to the platform 9 ¾. Sirius was the first one to go through the wall. Rolling her eyes at him, (Y/N) followed shortly after with her mother. The famous scarlet train stood there proudly. Sirius as (Y/N) expected of course, found Potters momentary. Sereena motioned for her to go and greet them. The (blonde, brunette etc.) mentally groaned.

 “Ginny!” Serena happily exclaimed as she hugged the redhead. (Y/N) in meantime was hugging with Lily. The two girls got along pretty well considering their age difference. Harry was standing there with his arms open, a smile playing on his lips. 

“And a hug for me?” The man asked teasingly. Sereena laughed at him and the two hugged like they haven’t seen each other for years. Harry, Serena and Ginny started chatting, which left (Y/N) to converse with Lily. Albus went off with Scorpius and Rose, as Lily told her. Little girl was just about to tease the (h/c) haired girl about James. But the infamous guy made his appearence. 

“(N/N)!” James yelled an annoying nickname he picked out for her. (Y/N) turned to her right and glared daggers at him.

 “No need for an act love. Sirius just told me you missed me dearly.” The boy grinned from ear to ear and went to hug the girl. She however, pushed him away, much to his dislike. As the one final sound from the train was heard, the (h/c) girl said goodbye to her mom, Harry, Ginny and Lily. She left James with Sirius and left to find Roxanne or Dominique. She was lucky. The (blonde, brunette etc.) found them in one compartment with Molly a few seconds later. Knocking on the glass door, she popped her head in.

 “May I come in ladies?” (Y/N) asked in a tone that imitated her brother’s. Dominique instantly went to hug her with Roxanne behind. Molly was the last one to greet her, seeing that two other girls were too happy to see (Y/N). Surprisingly, the train ride went without Fred, James and Sirius interrupting them. Roxanne was just telling them some new gossips that she picked up during the summer. (Y/N) always listened to her, as she wasn’t so informed about a lot of people too much. Roxanne has a few frienda that were considered to be Hogrwats’ gossip girls. They always knew everything that happened, no matter the time or place. Most in common (Y/N) had with Dominique, but she got along pretty well with Molly too. 

“I also heard from one Hufflepuff that Alice Longbottom is crushing on James!” 

“On him, really? Does she have eyes?” (Y/N) asked. She raised an eyebrow when Dominique chuckled at her. 

“What’s funny?” 

“Just get James already before someone other does! I-No! We all know you have a crush on him!”  

“Oh my Merlin, not you too Dom! How many times do I have to repeat? James is a complete idiot and I don’t find him attractive at all!” The (blonde, brunette etc.) sighed rubbing her forehead. 

“Then if you don’t fancy James, who do you find attractive?” Molly asked her. The glasses wearing girl wasn’t listening to the most of conversation. She was reading her newly brought book, that had somewhat about 1000 pages. She was elegantly flipping through the pages, listening to Roxanne’s gossips then and there. 

“Cameron Thornston for example.” (Y/N) coolly said back. She put a lock of hair behind her ear and waited for reaction. 

“Louis’s friend?! No way!” Roxanne yelled. Molly shot her a look. 

“Sorry” Roxanne muttered and sat down again. 

“Nah, I guess he is okay.” Dominique said and leaned with her back resting on the window. 

“But I like Daniel Wood more.” She winked and closed her eyes for a little rest. 

“Wood? Haven’t you noticed that Sirius has been drooling over you for months?”

 “Let’s face it (N/N). Sirius is worse playboy than Louis, and he even doesn’t have veela genetics! How is that even possible?” (Y/N)’s mind then started wondering towards her grandparents. Sirius Black back then was a major player. If it hadn’t been for Anna Stuart, he wouldn’t stop with it. 

“Let’s just say it’s a family thing” The (blonde, brunette etc.) replies as she sweatdropped. Dominique nodded at her response. 

“I guess I want to mess with him a little, before he comes to his senses and stops with playing around.” 

 “Then you have my permission.” “Hate to interrupt, but we should change to our robes.” Molly said. She loudly closed her book, putting it into her bag. She then reached above her for her Ravenclaw robes. Lazily standing up, (Y/N) did the same, reaching for her Gryffindor ones. They left in toilet to change. In the corner of the toilet was Alice Longbottom. She was chatting with her friend Morgan, that was in Hufflepuff too. They were whispering and Alice had an obvious blush on her face. She was rather a pretty one, with her fawn hair and that honey eyes of hers.

“Hey Alice! Heard you are crushing on my cousin!” Dominique smirked at her. Alice blushed madly and looked away. She muttered a few things, not clearly enough for them to hear. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at her. Looking at (Y/N)’s face, Morgan stepped in her friend’s defence. 

“What if she does? That’s none of your business!” Morgan yelled at her. Seeing that only the six of them were in the toilet, no one heard it. 

“Rude much?” (Y/N) stepped next to Dominique, facing the Hufflepuff girl. 

“Sticking your nose in other’s business much?” 

“Give me one more reason why not to break your nose.” The short silence followed after, as the two glared at each other. A cough interrupted it. 

“Come on (Y/N), your Black is showing. We changed, we should get back.” Molly put a hand on the (blonde, brunette etc.)’s shoulder. Nodding at her they exited and headed back. Morgan was a really rude one for a Hufflepuff, they admit that. She even let out a gossip about Molly one time, thought the ginger ignored it quite well. Being on Molly’s side, (Y/N) didn’t get along with the blonde ever since.  In waiting for the train to arrive at Hogwarts, they chatted some more. (Y/N)‘s thoughts were about James. If he and Alice got together what would she do? She couldn’t care less or that’s what she thought.

Originally posted by followingthewotters

Thank You

Yondu wakes up to warmth on his cheek. Last time he checked, he’d been floating in space with Peter clawing at his jacket. The boy’s screams got fainter as Yondu struggled to breathe. Eventually, everything just faded to black. But now, everything’s awash with a bright light.

“Wha’s goin’ on?” he slurs as he blinks. Hovering over him is a beautiful woman. Terran by the looks of it. She has long blonde hair that looks as gold as Ayesha’s headpiece. Her eyes, which examine him curiously, look familiar. A cerulean with little bits of sea green, like those on Xandar.

“Thank you,” the woman whispers in an ethereal tone.

“For what?” Yondu asks as she helps him sit up. He’s surprised that he’s not still floating in space. On the other hand, maybe he is and he’s just dreaming. Death could never be so kind to him.

“For saving my son.”

Peter’s mother

Yondu blinks a couple of time. Can’t wrap his mind around the fact that he’s staring right into the eyes of Peter’s dead mother. “Where am I? What the hell are you doin’ here?”

Meredith smiles at him, a soft little thing. “On Earth, we’d call this place heaven.” She gestures to the space around them.  "I don’t know what they’d call it in your culture.“

“We just call it death,” Yondu says with a roll of his eyes. “Surprised I didn’t end up in some kind of hell dimension.”

“It don’t matter now.” Meredith’s still smiling at him, which is unnerving. The only women who ever smiled at him either wanted to kill him or have sex with him. “What matters is that you saved my son.”

“Did what I had to do, ma'am.” Yondu can feel his cheeks heating up. Ravagers aren’t supposed to care, to be soft. But in his final moments with Peter, with his son, he rejected that notion. “Ego wasn’t gonna get a hold'da my boy like that.”

Meredith pats the spot on some sort of cloud. Asking Yondu to sit beside her. “I used to think he was an angel. Ego, I mean. I knew Peter was an angel the moment I held him.” Her blue eyes, just like Peter’s, go soft and glossy as she thinks of her son. “I didn’t realize until after I died just what a horrible creature he was. Knew in death that he was the one that killed me so that he could get Peter.”

“I didn't deliver him though. Cargo, Peter was. But he was good for thievin’ and fittin’ in'ta small spaces. Wasn’t gonna let the boys eat him if we could use ‘im.”

“Yondu.” Meredith puts a warm hand on his. Her voice still sounds ethereal, like melting Xandarian chocolate on one’s tongue. Her skin feels warm, like the sunlight on his home planet, which he can barely remember. “There are no lies here. I know the reason why you kept Peter. And I’m glad you did.”

Suddenly, there’s a noise from somewhere behind the two. Yondu spins around, one hand brushing his coat back to reveal where his arrow would be. If he still had it. His other hand goes in front of Meredith as if to protect her.

“Yondu, look.” Her hand settles at his elbow and pulls his arm away, pointing at something in the distance. It looks like a holoboard, but square and there’s a back to it. “It’s called a TV. We’ve got ‘em back on Earth.”

“What’s it doing?”

“I don’t know. Sometimes it shows me images or videos of Peter. It’s how I watched my baby grow up.” She points to the screen and grins. “Look, there he is.”

Yondu blinks and finds himself looking at Peter. And, what the fuck, that’s his body. It’s wrapped in the typical Ravager funeral fashion. Yondu imagines Kraglin had a hand in it because he’d never really let Peter see a funeral. Only when he sent someone into space via the airlock. 

“Why’’s he cryin’?” He knows it’s a stupid question the second it comes out of his mouth. Meredith whacks him over the head anyway.

“'Cause he just lost his biological father and his dad all in one go.” She shakes her head. “Have a heart, Yondu. No one’s judging you here.” She points to the TV. “Now hush. I wanna listen.”

“I told Gamora how when I was a kid I used to pretend David Hasselhoff was my dad,” Peter starts, his head bowed. Tears gather in the corner of his eyes, but he doesn’t cry. “He’s a singer and actor from earth, really famous guy. Yondu didn’t have a talking car, but he did have a flying arrow. He didn’t have a beautiful voice of an angel, but he did have the whistle of one.”

Yondu’s frozen in place. Meredith sniffles beside him and he reaches into his pocket. At least his handkerchief’s still there. “Thank you,” she whispers, blowing her nose.

“Both Yondu and David Hasselhoff went on kick-ass adventures and hooked up with hot women, and fought robots. I guess David Hasselhoff did kinda end up being my dad, after all. Only it was you, Yondu.”

“David Hasselhoff is really that special to the kid?”

“Used to talk about him all the time. Watched his show whenever it was on TV.” Meredith looks up at him with those baby blues and smiles. It’s that damn soft smile that could melt even the hardest of hearts. “I can’t see the resemblance physically, but you have the same heart.” She turns back to the TV. “He’s not done. I wanna hear this.”

“I had a pretty cool dad." A tear finally falls and Gamora grabs his hand. "What I’m trying to say here is… sometimes, that thing you’re searching for your whole life is right there by your side all along, and you don’t even know it.” Meredith watches as he rubs his thumb over the back of Gamora’s hand and smiles softly at her.

“I never thought I’d see the day,” Meredith whispers. “Well, I guess I didn’t, but I’m seein’ it now.”

“What?” Yondu squints. “I can’t see nothin’ important. I mean, that speech was mighty nice, but–”

“Look, Yondu.” The scene shifts and fireworks are exploding above the trail of Yondu’s ashes. He tears up a little bit, but his eyes follow Meredith’s finger to where Peter and Gamora are standing next to each other.

On the screen, Peter turns to Gamora. There’s something in her eyes that Yondu can’t read, but Meredith seems to understand.

“What?” Peter asks.

Gamora shakes her head. “Just… some unspoken thing.”

Meredith turns to Yondu. “Do you see it now?”

Yondu scratches his head. “I’m guessin’ it has to do with that unspoken thing.” It comes out as more of a question, but Meredith’s beaming at him. His heart soars and he wishes he could punch it in the face. If it had one.

“You’re a good man, Yondu.” Meredith’s voice sounds full of sincerity and maybe he doesn’t wanna punch his heart in the metaphorical face as much as he should be wanting to. She grabs his hand and squeezes. “Thank you. For taking care of my son.”

So, this came out Not really sure if I got Yondu’s voice right, but I wanted him to have some form of redeption after death. And Meredith is always just shoved to the side, so I brought her back. Yondu needs to be thanks for what he did. And who better to thank him than Peter’s mom. 

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