that you told me a lie

5

RJ: I hate that you think so poorly of me. But I never lied to you. You knew I was sleeping with Margaux when we hooked up, just like I knew you were sleeping with Nicky. I don’t lie to my partners. Now I realize it’s probably not the best thing to do-to be intimate with two people at once even if you’re upfront about it. Because Margaux knows all about you. Knows exactly how I feel about you. 

Diosa sneers: Does she really? How nice.

RJ: She does. She also knows that I was thisclose to ending things with her to be with you. But you told me you didn’t want me. 

Diosa snaps: And now she’s conveniently pregnant.

RJ: Diosa, things like this happen. You should know that better than anyone. But honestly? The way I feel about you? I’d still end it with her, pregnant or not. I’d be a father to my child, but I’d end it with her. *fierce*  I love you that much, Diosa. All you have to do is tell me that you’ll have me, that you’ll marry me when you come of age. That you’ll build a life with me. That you’ll let me take care of you. Diosa, tell me that, and I’ll end it with Margaux.

Diosa whispers: You want my answer to that?

RJ nods: Yes. Tell me how you feel. 

She slaps him hard across the face.

Diosa: THAT’s how I feel. I despise you, RJ. You know I love Nicky and I always will. I only wanted to call you out for the big two face that you are. I wanted to say it to your face.

He nods, holds a hand to his cheek. She turns away, her breathing ragged. 

Why? Why was she so afraid of telling him she loved him?

skeletonschoolgirl  asked:

Kiibo, honey, let me try to explain. What you said was true, but the way you said it made Harukawa-san and Yumeno-san angry. Saying it the way you did, it may seem that you’re blaming Harukawa-san not only for Ouma-kun death, but Momota-kuns as well. I hope this helps you understand! I know you didn’t mean to hurt anyone’s feelings, and when you don’t understand, feel free to ask me!

I see. So it’s better to lie to human about certain things.


But by doing this isn’t it the same as what Ouma-kun was doing? Then why did everyone always told him that saying the truth was better? Isn’t that hypocritical? 


I believe that it’s better to say the truth no matter what! If you hide it then you cannot grow as an AI or as an human!

anonymous asked:

As a former member of the armed forces, are you concerned at the level of independence from civilian authority/political authority our military is gaining under this presidential administration? Cause whats happening in Zimbabwe got me to thinking about politically active militaries

Are you worried about the military having so much prestige and political power as every other institution has little to none? Its honestly scary to me b/c while with this president its great to think of the military as a separate power center, an unofficial 4th branch, when it comes to Trump firing nukes, we also see people like Kelly willing to lie to disparage political opponents and the press is told “its inappropriate to question or criticize generals.” That’s some failed state shit!             

Taking these two questions together because they are very similar.

Well first off, being a vet gives me no special authority to speak on behalf of veterans, nor any specific insight to the thoughts, beliefs, or values, of other veterans. While my experience in the military does give me more insight by association, I can only speak for myself, and any concern I express would be my concerns solely. I do not speak as a former member of the armed forces, I only ever speak as me. Heck, given the sheer diversity of thought among any two random service members, the only authoritative statement I can give you is that military status whether active or retired is no predictor of opinion.

The rise of generals in cabinet positions seems to be more indicative of Trump’s personality rather than any push from the military to gain power and influence over the political establishment. If reports are to be believed, Trump picked McMaster and Mattis because he believed they were aggressive bulldog types, and Kelly because he aligned with Trump’s views on culture, rather than looking to empower a military caste. I’d also not be surprised if he picked Mattis because of Mattis’s great popularity with the rank and file. Exit polling suggests roughly 60% of veterans voted for Trump in the 2016 election, placing the highly popular Mattis in the role of Secretary of Defense would be quite popular following Obama’s frosty relationship with the Department of Defense, the enlisted, and the top brass.

I think the fears of a military caste are overblown, my experience has been that there is no danger of undermining the civil-military relationship. Mattis is quite keen on that, he has given interviews saying that he is a civilian now, and that a military member is to be listened to by the civilian leadership, not to direct them. But Kelly is definitely wrong when he told the press that it was inappropriate to question or criticize generals, among other things.

Thanks for the question, Anon.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King

PSA

// So it was brought to my attention last night by a few people (thank you for telling me), they came to me with a couple of questions regarding Blackout’s characterization that someone else has posted. This person has described Blackout as violently jealous toward the bondmate of someone he loved and had refused to change this behavior.

This was never discussed with me. 

I think anyone who has been reading Blackout would know that he’d do anything for someone he loved, and I find this description disturbing as well as the fact that it was written without my consent or any discussion with me. 

I was told that the third character, the bondmate, would be responsible for asking that Blackout be asked to leave. That is how I play it.  Blackout is understandably bitter, given that the one he loved claimed to be his Amica, but take his IC explanation of it with a grain of salt. Exes lie about each other alot and breakups are messy. 

I also ask that you take the other player’s explanation with just as much salt. As it was described by them, it’s a gross example of out of character behavior for Blackout and as such I reject it entirely. He absolutely was jealous. He wished he could have had the one he loved by himself, but understood he never could. But he never would have “refused to do anything about his behavior” particularly if it meant he’d never get to see his Amica again. I reiterate: this was not discussed with me and I was led to believe something different.

He hated the Bondmate on his own due to the Bondmate’s shitty personality; they clashed, horribly, with said Bondmate demanding respect he didn’t deserve and Blackout refusing to give it. He hated Bondmate from the moment he met him and he’ll hate him tilt he day Blackout dies. 

Again, thank you for those who asked me if that was true. The post and the characterization within it was never okay’d by me. 

This has been a PSA! 

  • fanfic writer: *writing* Oh wow, they are going to love this. This is by far my best work!
  • fic: *witty lines* *perfect love making* *fluffy enough to kill us all* *a dash of angst, a smidgen of hurt/comfort*
  • fanfic writer: Oh man. This is it. This will be my legacy! *sweats into fic* *bleeds into fic* *cries into fic* *spends days perfecting the grammar and verbage and sex scenes* *has 15 betas look over it*
  • fanfic writer: Okay. It is finally time to release my baby on the world. Here you go fandom. You're welcome.
  • fandom: Ha, cute. *like* *kudos*
  • fanfic writer: :/
  • * * *
  • same fanfic writer: *writing* Whatever. This is shit, I don't even care right now. A singing squirrel? Sure, let's do it. Haha, cheesy lines that make no sense, sure. Grammatical errors out the wazoo? Why not. No one's going to read this piece of crap anyway, I literally wrote it on a scrap of 1 ply toilet paper with a broken yellow crayon.
  • fanfic writer: LOL *post*
  • fandom: OMG THIS IS THE BEST THING YOU HAVE EVER GRANTED US WITH, WHERE HAS THIS BEEN ALL MY LIFE, OMG, I NEED A SEQUEL IMMEDIATELY, PLEASE. WHAT THE. I'M NOT EVEN WORTHY. *kudosrebloglikereccomment*
  • fanfic writer: *sigh*
  • bill: and s-so, i think i-i m-m-may hold rom-mantic feelings for y-you.
  • stan: i know, my bird has told me about your late night talks with richie.
  • bill: w-what?
  • stan: it also told me that richie likes to lie face down on the floor of your bedroom and talk about how eddie's smile is "like the sun itself".
  • richie, from several houses away: WHAT.

“She originally said she didn’t want kids. And I originally told her I was completely fine with that. But that was a lie. I guess I just thought we’d grow into the idea. She also told me that she never wanted to get married—and she changed her mind about that. So I thought she’d change her mind about a child too. Honestly, I would be disappointed if we didn’t have one. I think something magic happens when you open your heart to another living thing. But I don’t want her to make a decision for my sake. So maybe the solution is just to be disappointed.”

“Maybe I’m just selfish. But I value our time together. And I want to continue spending time on ourselves. Plus I just don’t feel very maternal. I’m afraid that I’ll convince myself for his sake, and I’ll will myself to believe that I want a child, but then I won’t feel that connection. But he will. And then it will be the two of them– and me.”

Shipping Johnlock - we didn’t start it, they did.


Mycroft ships Johnlock.

“Should we expect a happy announcement by the end of the week?”

Mrs Hudson DEFINITELY ships Johnlock.

“There’s another bedroom upstairs, if you’ll be needing two bedrooms.”

Angelo ships it insistently.

“I’ll get a candle for the table, it’s more romantic.”

Moriarty ships it resentfully.

“I will burn the heart out of you.”

Irene Adler ships it amusedly.

“Someone loves you. If I had to slap that face, I’d avoid your nose and teeth too.”

Jeanette ships it frustratedly.

“You’re a wonderful boyfriend! And Sherlock Holmes is a very lucky man.”

Ella ships it sneakily.

“Everything you wanted to say to him, but never did, say it now.”

John ships it, deep deep down.

“…And no one will ever convince me, that you told me a lie.”

Sherlock ships it desperately.

“You. It’s always you, John Watson. You keep me right.”

In the end, didn’t even Mary ship it?

“I know what you could become…the Baker Street boys, Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson.”

Loki’s Very Special Girl

It’s Kinktober.  I am doing day 1 prompts:  Spanking, aphrodisiac, sleepy sex

Request:  I had two requests for Loki non-con, and one for Loki/Virgin, so using these.

Warning:  Non-con/rape. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS OFFENDS YOU. Also, turns into dub-con. Kinks. 

Pairing: Loki/Reader

A/N:  Loki is my muse this evening.  This is more like 3 drabbles (all about 1000 words).  Pre Avengers movie. 

Tags: @thecynicalnerd @marauderice @mac5323 @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers @negan–is–god @kellyn1604 @roschelesworld @taintedgenre @screeching-pterodactyl-fangirl @purplemuse89 @blondesouthsquad @xbergiex @bellaballanda @theariel85 @fashun–deevah 

Aphrodisiac

Your head was pounding as consciousness returned.  All you could see was pure blackness.  The first thing you did was take a deep breath.  You knew to stay calm.  S.H.I.E.L.D had trained you for hostage situations.  It never occurred to you that this particular training would come into play on your first mission, but as inexperienced as you were, there was no way you would flip out.  They had chosen you to be an Agent because of your natural talents, letting them down was not an option.

A few deep exhales calmed you enough to assess your situation.  The room itself was not black, there was a bag over your head.  You were seated in a chair, your ankles cuffed to each leg with about an inch and a half of chain, your hands to the arms with even less leeway. The chair was metal and bolted to the ground.  The only chance of escape meant the picking the cuffs.  You could feel the spot for the key, but without eyesight chances of setting your hands free was slim to none.  While it was unfavorable, you knew you had to wait until your captor arrived.  

This was not supposed to happen.  You were on a surveillance mission, looking into a possible terrorist threat in England.  Nobody should have noticed you, since your cover was the date of a diplomat.  You sipped champagne and wore a beautiful black dress, the satin still rested against your bare chest, and you wished you had opted for a more conservative look.  The target hadn’t even arrived yet.  You walked away to freshen up when there was a sharp pain in your neck.  It didn’t feel like a shot though. The blackout was instantaneous. What sort of drug had they used on you?  

Before you could dwell on the thought the sound of the door opening filled the room.  You rolled your shoulders back and tried to show no fear.  If they planned on torturing you for information they had no idea who they were up against.  You would choose death long before betrayal.  

Originally posted by loptrlaufey

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Bruises On Another (part five)

Originally posted by barnessergeant

Prompt: Steve doesn’t know where they come from, and he isn’t exactly sure why they’re there. All he knows is that his body is littered in bruises, and there’s something different about them. They aren’t just bruises, and they certainly didn’t come from a trip in a step or clumsiness. No, Steve knows there’s more behind the marks that litter his body.

THIS IS A SERIES: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - finale

Pairing: Slow!Burn Steve x Reader, Billy x Reader (it’ll make sense)

Warnings: marks, bruises, pain, physical abuse, force, sexual inclinations, etc. I mean no disrespect to anyone or to upset anyone, this story starts off rough but I can say that things will get better.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

P.S. This a soulmate AU.

I will NO LONGER be adding anyone to the Tag’s List!


“You’re hanging with the wrong crowd.”

It was the first time either of you had dared to speak; surrounded by the silence of your own thoughts. You were too plagued by the thoughts of what had happened that night and what you’d done. The image of Billy kept appearing in your mind and you remembered him grabbing you, smacking you into a wall and using you as if you were nothing more than that- something to be toyed with. He hadn’t gotten very far as you imagined he’d wanted to, but you could still feel his hands on you, gripping you, hurting you.

It seemed all anyone ever did anymore was hurt you.

The decision to go to this party was probably one of your worst decisions yet; and you’re not even sure what had possessed you. Were you that pathetic to think one guy who showed even the tiniest bit of interest in you meant well? Were you that naive? But when you thought about it, you knew you were- you’d always been that naive.

You were so desperate to feel loved and cherish, you’d jumped at the first chance at it. You’d made yourself a fool in front of that very same person and gotten yourself into trouble because of it. You were a fool. A idiot who never learned from their mistakes and instead only found yourself more bruised and marked in the end. Which reminded you of what awaited you when you finally did get home and why you felt so sick to your stomach.

When you’d first left you’d thought you maybe could’ve gotten away with sneaking out, that somehow your father’d never find about you leaving for a few hours. But now, despite your foggy mind, you knew that that was the stupidest thing you’d ever thought. Your father prided on knowing where you were every minute of the day, and if you weren’t at school you were expected to be at home- or at least doing something that’d benefit him. It made you hate him all that more but it also made you fear him.

You knew when you arrived home, that he’d be there waiting for you.

“Oh?” You softly questioned, staring out the window; you were already practically home. Just a few more minutes and you’d arrive at the place of your doom. “And I imagine you’d know?”

Steve sighed heavily and you noticed the way his hands gripped the steering wheel tighter. “Listen i don’t know you very well-”

“That’s right, you don’t know me.” You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol speaking or the frustration you felt at the entire night, but you were angrier than you’d been in a while. And oddly you didn’t fear Steve lashing back. Knowing that if you’d spoken like that to your father you would’ve ended up with a broken body, or say Billy, that things wouldn’t have ended well. But it was almost like something told you Steve wasn’t like that. “So don’t presume to know what’s best for me.”

When Steve didn’t reply you glanced his way and noticed he almost looked disappointed- hurt. Sighing, you shook your head, sobering up your thoughts. “Sorry,” you apologized. “It’s just- must be the alcohol.”

Steve nodded as if he understood; “I used to hangout with people like Billy.” He explained softly and you imagined it was because he hoped to connect with you. “They made do a lot of things that were wrong and I just want you to know, Billy isn’t worth that.”

You looked out the window, gazing at the streets of your new neighbourhood as your hand flew to your neck where Billy had bit down. “Yeah…” You mumbled, rubbing the spot. You don’t know how your father will react if he sees it, which you imagine he probably will. The pit in your stomach grew deeper.

You saw your house in the distance and felt your body constricting into yourself when you noticed the lights on. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you pointed out the window; “that’s me.” You said softly, and Steve nodded. Before you knew it, the car was swerving to the right and it came to a stop, just before your house.

You could see your father on the front porch and closed your eyes. You seemed to lose yourself for a moment before you felt a hand on your shoulder; “Y/N?” Snapping out of your stupor, you turned to Steve and sent a quick smile. Much like his from before, it didn’t meet your eyes. You quickly slipped off his jacket, holding your arms to yourself and handed the coat to him.

“Oh, you can kee-”

“No!” You rushed out a bit too quickly, focusing too much on the eyes that seemed to pierce into your back. Coughing, you ignored Steve’s concerned look and gripped the door handle. “It’s okay. I’m home anyways.” You smiled, opening the door and stepping out. “Thanks.” You offered shortly.

Steve seemed hesitant to let you go and you watched with a sinking feeling him glance at your father; but one look at your expression and he backed down. He nodded; “no problem.” And started up the car again. You closed the door, watching Steve drive off with a distant look before he disappeared around a corner. You held the stare for a moment longer, well aware that your father had seen the entire thing just now.

You turned to your doom and let your head fall down before making your way up to the front porch. Your father said nothing, and you watched him drop his cigarette into the ground before you and stomp on it. You flinched at the harsh movement before you felt him grip your arm roughly and drag you inside. You didn’t fight him, knowing better than that and soon you found yourself stumbling into your house.

You felt your breath quicken and glancing up at your father, you met the same angry eyes that you hated so much. Letting out a huff of fear, you clenched your fists; “Father, i’m so-” You were cut off by a sharp sting radiating through your cheek. Gasping in shock, you gripped your now reddened cheek and stared up at your father.

You hadn’t seen him so angry in so long and it only made the pit in your stomach grow to the point you felt like there was nothing left. You felt yourself shake like a leaf before him and your body curl into yourself desperately, as if that would make you disappear from his sight. You hadn’t anticipated this, you knew he’d be angry- but… you wished you stayed at the party, let Billy do what he wanted to you because nothing could match up to what your father could.

You wished you’d stayed in that car with Steve…

“You whore!” Your father spat and you winced, tilting your head back. His hands suddenly grabbed ahold of your cheeks and your eyes were yanked up to meet his. “Look at me.” He said, this time much quieter but all the more scary. “Where were you all night?” He paused, “drinking?”

“It was a party-” You tried to explain but your words jumbled over others. Your father shook your head and screamed into you face to speak more clearly. “It was a party,” you repeated, much more clear. “And there was alcohol, I had a few drinks.”

“The neighbours told me they saw you get into a boys car.” Your father explained and your heart fell, why did you think your neighbours wouldn’t say anything? “That boy who dropped you off, who is he?” 

“No one-”

“Don’t lie!”

“No one!” You screamed, your voice cracking and you felt the tears finally fall as he shoved his face into yours and gripped your head so you couldn’t move. “No one. I promise.” But you felt your heart plummet when your father’s eyes glanced around you and they zoned in on the mark on your neck- who you were sure was positive he hadn’t made that.

Your father finally let go of your face and leaning back, he seemed to think for a moment. Then his eyes wandered down to your shirt and through your tears you felt your eyes close, knowing what he’d think. Stepping towards you, all went silent as your father breathed heavily by your ear. You said nothing, swallowed the lump in your throat and clenched your fists so tight your nails dug into your palm.

Then before you knew it, you were doubling over in pain and gripping your stomach. “You are filthy slut,” he spat. Your father didn’t let you get far before he gripped your arm again. This time he dug his nails into your arm and you let out a cry of pain as it burned through your arm. Standing there before him, you cried out in pain, desperate for it to be over. Your father gripped your chin with his free hand, still gripping your arm with a bruising grip.

“Will you ever sneak out again?” Your father asked in a whisper, yanking your chin so you met his eyes again.

“No.”

“Say it!” He screamed.

“I won’t ever sneak out again.” You repeated, and after that you felt him shove away from you, making you fall down onto your butt against the hardwood beneath you. He said nothing but shut off all the lights and step past you, up the stairs. Though he didn’t waste the opportunity to kick at you with his feet before leaving. Biting your lip, you felt yourself fold over, bringing your knees to your chest and your head fell down. Nothing could stop the tears as they fell and you were succumb to the darkness that was your life.

How is any of this fair?


“Y/N!”

You paused, closing your eyes. That was undeniably Steve’s voice but you couldn’t- you picked up the speed in your step, desperate to get away before he reached you. “Y/N! Wait up!” You knew what he was going to say, you knew he was going to ask what had happened that night after he dropped you off. Your father’s punishment hadn’t ended that night and you spent the entire weekend in endless pain and suffering. To clarify, there was a fresh mark on your jaw that you hadn’t been able to cover up and you’d been receiving odd looks all day.

Word of Billy and you had spread around, you imagine from said boys lips himself. Though he’d changed the story just a bit to fit his needs and now everyone thought of you as some slut, as if you needed more shit in your life.

You knew what Steve wanted, you knew what he’d ask and you just- just couldn’t.

You walked as fast as you could through the hall, dodging students that stood in your way. You thought you’d managed to avoid him once you reached the back doors, and pushed the door to step out but before you could make it all the way through, a hand fell on your shoulder and you were spun around. Once your back hit the door behind you, you met the same brown eyes that never left your mind, for whatever reason, and Steve panted in relief.

“I called your name.” He said, huffing. “Jesus, i’ve literally been chasing after you all day.”

You shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest as you refused to respond. “Y/N.” He called again but you only turned the other way. You were acting like a child but you didn’t much care. If you told someone, you didn’t know how but your father would find out- and your life would only turn worse after that. Steve huffed in annoyance, and pausing he said the only thing he knew would catch your attention; “Y/N I know about the bruises.”

You knew that, that was obvious. He’d literally seen them the other night and you sure some rumour had been spread about tha-

“And they’re on my body too.” That made you pause and you felt your body freeze with bafflement. Finally your eyes met his and glancing up at him, you found no hint of a joke behind his eyes. Steve genuinely looked like he was telling the truth, but what he said made absolute no sense.

“You’re not making any sense.” You finally said, albeit softly.

Steve sighed, and letting go of your shoulders, he moved to the sleeves of his jacket and pulled them up. Sure enough, plain as day stood the same bruises that littered your own arms. Meeting his eye, you glanced at the black eye that matched your own and your mouth fell open without anything to say. “I have some on my stomach too.”

“How- what?”

“They started appearing the day you showed up at school.” Steve started to explain. “At first I didn’t understand- I still don’t honestly. They don’t hurt and I hadn’t caused them myself. Then I heard that someone saw you covering your own black eye.” Without thinking Steve outstretched his own hand towards you, and his hand fell a top of your left eye where he pressed down. You didn’t stop him, from either the shock or maybe the fact that you didn’t feel afraid of him. He rubbed down a part of your cheek and by the look on his face, you knew he saw your black eye. “Then I saw the bruises on your arm and today, your jaw…”

Your own hand went to your jaw, holding it in shame. It was then that you noticed the mark on Steve’s neck and brushing back a few strands of his hair, you hesitantly touched the mark that coincidentally was on your own neck.

“I put two and two together,” Steve started again. “And Y/N, I need to know, is your father- is your father abusing you?”


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On Keeping a Notebook

“Keepers of private notebooks are a different breed altogether, lonely and resistant rearrangers of things, anxious malcontents, children afflicted apparently at birth with some presentiment of loss…But our notebooks give us away, for however dutifully we record what we see around us, the common denominator of all we see is always, transparently, shamelessly, the implacable ‘I.’  We are not talking here about the kind of notebook that is patently for public consumption, a structural conceit for binding together a series of graceful pensées; we are talking about something private, about bits of the mind’s string too short to use, an indiscriminate and erratic assemblage with meaning only for its maker.”

by Joan Didion
(1966), in Slouching Towards Bethlehem, 1969, London: Andre Deutch.

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Talk Me Down (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

Title: Talk Me Down

Warnings: mentions of abuse, tears, sad, slight angst

A/N: Based off of Troye Sivan’s song Talk Me Down. I’ve got conflicted feelings for Billy. I don’t like how he is such an ass (he’s also racist tbh. unless he heard about Lucas’ involvement in all the crap with Hawkins Lab, that’s the only other explanation), but I sympathize with him and understand him. I want to protect him and hug him and listen to him rant and vent and let out his emotions.

Originally posted by bigbadroman



I wanna sleep next to you, but that’s all I wanna do right now.
And I wanna come home to you, but home is just a room full of my safest sounds.


Hawkins High School was buzzing with teenagers, all excited for the weekend. You were one of them. It was the weekend, you had no homework, and surprisingly, you had plans.

Somehow, you found yourself being friends with a bully. Not publicly, at least. It would make people think even less of Billy, and you knew that wasn’t going to be good for him. Nobody at school knew what went on in Billy’s home life except for you. You’d often find yourself slowly opening your window, praying it wouldn’t wake up anyone else in the house. Billy would do his best to stay quiet, climbing into your bedroom. His eyes would be rimmed red, wet tears leaving trails down his face. 

You’d settle back into bed, sliding under the covers. You’d hold them up, so he could slide in next to you. His arms would wrap around you and yours would do the same. He’d rest his head in the crook of your neck and let out the rest of his tears, you just ran your fingers through his hair and held him. He found solace, comfort, and care in your arms- something he didn’t have much experience with.


Cause you know that I can’t trust myself with my 3 A.M. shadow,
I’d rather fuel a fantasy than deal with this alone.


Billy found himself thinking of you often. Your kindheartedness and your compassion was most evident. He needed someone like that in his life, especially right now. His left cheek stung, and a small cut was evident on his cheek bone. The crimson colors on the clock seemed to shout the time at him, 3:04 a.m.

Tears trailed down his cheeks, hot and salty. It made his left cheek sting even more and the cut on his right cheek began to burn. His eyes closed, his mind drifting to you. Your sweet smile, your kind eyes, your guiding light, you. You were the person that brought Billy back to earth, the one who made him calm and rational. 


I wanna sleep next to you, 
And that’s all I wanna do right now.
So come over now, and talk me down.

All it took was a phone call and you were on your way to Billy’s house. The shrill ring woke up your mom, and you didn’t feel the need to lie. So you told her the truth.

“A friend of mine, they don’t have the best home life. They just need a friend right now. I’ll be home in the morning.” 

Your concerned eyes and honest words made your mother smile at you. “Be safe.” she gave a single nod, and you grabbed a jacket, heading out the front door.

The window to Billy’s room was open, a welcome sign. So you climbed in as quietly as you could, seeing him curled up into a ball in the corner of his room. You slipped off your shoes, tiptoeing over to him. “Hey, Billy.” you whispered softly, his quiet sobs filling your ears. You kneeled down in front of him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “It’s me, it’s Y/N.” 

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. He just needed a friend, somebody in his life who he knew would never hurt him terribly.



I wanna hold hands with you
But that’s all I wanna do right now


Your eyes locked with Billy’s in the school hallway. You smiled at him and he gave you a half-second smile back. It made you heart break, the way Billy ignored you at school. You understood the need to uphold a reputation. You didn’t understand his constant need to be an asshole, although after meeting his father, you did. You understood why you and Billy had to keep your distance from each other at school. But you didn’t like it. You wanted to hold his hand, and kiss him on the cheek. You were developing a crush, and you knew it wouldn’t end well for you. Not in the slightest. 

But he needed you. Or at least you thought.



And I wanna get close to you
‘Cause your hands and lips still know their way around, oh
And I know I like to draw at night, when it starts to get surreal



The way she hung on Billy made your heart drop into stomach. How her arms wrapped around his waist, looking up at him like he was the world. The hot, sexy world.  And he was. She looked and him with lust and he looked at her the same way. 

Billy had found somebody else to calm him down, to spend their nights with him. He found somebody else. Somebody that wasn’t you. 

You must have just been a shock blanket. You know, like the ones they keep in ambulances and put over people’s shoulders when they’re in a state of shock or have just gone through something possibly traumatic? That’s what you were. You were used and then carelessly tossed to the side. You weren’t really sure what purpose you served, but you served one. 

And once they didn’t need you anymore, you were shrugged away and discarded.

The loud Michael Jackson song that was blaring through the speakers was what you focused on. Your eyes turned away from Billy and his new girl and focused on the song. Tommy H. was throwing a party and for some reason (most likely boredom and looking for a source of amusement), you decided to go. So, why not live a little? You didn’t need to drink, or do whatever the hell it was they were doing in the bathroom. You didn’t need to do a kegstand. You did the one thing that helped you let loose. 

You danced. 

You made your way to the dance floor and just started to move around. Your hips swayed to the beat, your head nodding along. Body heat radiated from every which way, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes filling your nostrils. You danced with nobody but yourself. 

It was like you were invisible, dancing alone. You had no need to grind on someone, no need to sling your arms around a stranger. You were content with filling the hole in your heart yourself. It’s the only way to do it. 



But the less time that I spend with you, the less you’ll need to heal. 
I wanna sleep next to you, but that’s all I wanna do right now.
So come over now, and talk me down.


Billy hadn’t called you in weeks. When you passed him in the hallway, you avoided his gaze. You shrunk back into the crowd and made yourself invisible. He had different girls to fill the void in him now, girls who gave him more than you did. A shock blanket, all you were. All you’d ever be to him. 


That night, as you lay in bed reading a book, your phone rang. You glanced up at it, your heart beginning to beat faster. What if it was Billy? But what if it wasn’t? 

So you let it ring. 

And then, the ringing stopped. 

You breathed a sigh of relief, knowing it was most likely just a wrong number.

And then the phone rang again. 

You had to pick it up- you couldn’t just let it ring. “Hello?”

“Y/N?” 

It was Billy.

You sighed. “Look Billy, I understand you don’t need me anymore so you don’t need to call me and apologize and rub it in my face that you’ve found a better fix, okay?”

His breath shook as he spoke, “I need you. I need you right now. I’m so sorry, I truly am. I was a dick and I shouldn’t have been. I’m so sorry. I understand if you don’t want to hang out or be friends or.. or whatever the hell we were. I get it. But, if it’s possible, I just need someone right now. I was such a prick, and I’m sorry.”

Your heart ached, and you knew there was a chance you were gonna regret this. “I’ll be over in ten.” 

Bad Reputation

Originally posted by t-a-o-t-t

Pairing: Shawn x Reader

Request: It wasn’t

Warnings: A N G S T

A/N: If you’re not a fan of angst, don’t read this. ALSO!! The second part to this made me cry it’s not done but i will finish it if you request a p2, proceed :)


I ran inside the apartment tears streaming down my face, I was sobbing uncontrollably, seeking the comfort of my boyfriend.

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~College!au Pen Pal Jungkook~ PART ELEVEN

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 7] [part 8] [part 9] [part 10] [part 12] [part 13] [part 14:END}

Originally posted by jkguks

You went to the cafe every morning, in hopes of spotting Jungkook, to somehow attempt to make everything right. For the first few days, he either wouldn’t hear you, or simply ignore your presence. Not to mention, Y/F/N was always near him.

You couldn’t message him from Sarcastic Princess, because one, Jungkook wold be even angrier how ridiculous this was getting for him. He wasn’t a fan of drama and that was just what was going to happen. Second, Y/F/N knew some shitty things about you, including why you never revealed yourself to Jungkook, and you knew she wouldn’t hesitate to tell Jungkook if you in any way ruined her chances with him. Hell, if you even thought about texting him as Sarcastic Princess, she could somehow convince him you’re were some CIA level hacker. She was that manipulative.

Then, those days when he was alone, he’d give a forced smile as if he didn’t care at all by what you’ve done. 

“Hey, Y/N,” his eyes would gaze over the store as if looking for someone. 

“Look, Jungkook. I know I lied but–”

“Can we not talk about this? It’s over with. I got my pen pal, and that’s all I ever wanted,” He spoke, sternly, the last few words expressing more meaning than said. 

That’s all he ever wanted. Just his pen pal. He never really was your friend, he was hinting. He wanted you to think he didn’t care at all about what had happened, or you for that matter. And that hurt. A lot.

He would leave, making a dumb excuse to meet up with Y/F/N. This went on for two weeks. She never hung out at your dorm anymore. Scoffing just thinking about it, you two never had much in common. She was more outgoing, popular, had a better style while you liked to stay in and watch time go by wearing your comfiest clothes. 

It was only until you told her about your pen pal when she seemed interested in your friendship. You should’ve known from the start. She was using you. Those times you asked if you were being sly enough, she was just being sly herself by learning to be his pen pal.

But out of all of it, you still had his friends. It was one day, you were in the library, a place you only used to go with Jungkook, when Jimin and taehyung rolled next to you on swivel chairs. 

“Hey, Y/N! Jungkook’s not around?” Jimin smiled.

“No. Just in case he hasn’t told you, we’re not friends anymore,” You looked at the computer in front of you, swallowing the knot in your throat.

“Wh–what?” Taehyung gasped, quite dramatically.

“Yeah, I lied to him. And he found out.” Now it was their turn to hate you. 

“Finally let him know you were his pen pal?”

Choking on a breath, you coughed. “What?”

“C’mon, Y/N. The way he spoke how you spontaneously entered his life, accidentally when his pen pal gave him her room number? Not that hard to see through,” Taehyung shook his head, but held in an amused smile. 

“But–”

“He’s an idiot. That’s why he didn’t suspect it. Why didn’t you tell him, anyway? He was in your room.”

You blinked at the boys’ curious faces.

“Uh, Y/N?”

“I think we broke her. She was sad, remember?”

Letting out a sigh, you looked down. “I lied because he was disappointed. You should’ve seen his face when he saw me, wearing my usual comfy clothes, messy hair. It wasn’t what he expected nor wanted.”

“Idiot,” Jimin shook his head to himself, referring to Jungkook. 

“But you two became friends! Surely, now he would understand why you felt that way. Why is he mad?”

“Because I wasn’t the one who told him. Psh–She didn’t even tell him the truth. Just made it a bigger lie.”

“She?” Taehyung asked.

“Y/F/N,” You spoke as if the name was poison on your tongue.

The boys looked at each other and clenched their jaws. “Y/F/N. Oh, we’ve heard of her.”

“You have? All good things I assume because she’s pretending to be Jungkook’s pen pal.

“Hm, from him, she’s okay, I guess. But we don’t like her,” Jimin frowned.

“Nope. At all,” Taehyung confirmed with a nod.

“Why not?”

“All she does is take away our time with him. He’s never around because they’re too busy hanging out. We’re glad she’s not his pen pal. We were really rooting that it was you.”

“That sure sounds like Y/F/N. I wish I would’ve known her motives sooner before I lost him.”

“You didn’t lose him,” Taehyung placed a hand on your shoulder. “Just tell him everything you told us.”

“I can’t do that. He’d still hate me. And when it comes to how much he hates me now and how much he’ll hate me if I tell him, I think I’m fine right now. Plus, why would he believe me after everything? Why would he even care?”

“Y/N…”

“I can’t tell Jungkook. Not gonna do it. Sorry for trying, boys, but I’m fine and I deserved this. Sure, I wish he could have the same outlook you two have but I’m not willing to risk it.” You stood up in your seat to leave when your heart dropped to the floor. You couldn’t move. 

“Tell me what?”


OOOOOkdshjfasdfkdjsf Wow who did two updates for the same series in a day??? Hello, yes, I did… Also, hey remember when this was fluff? Lolololol

Part 12?👀 (aasdfgh i know y’all want it)

IT’S JUST JUNMYEON

♤ the tired mother of exo
♤ i swear
♤ he’s so motherly
♤ like i wouldn’t mind if you took care of me either
♤ hey exo y’all better appreciate your hardworking mom
♤ but i mean
♤ mom jokes
♤ dad jokes
♤ please stop that
♤ junmyeon stans like “i’m immune”

Originally posted by mayfifolle

♤ handsome piece of fUCK
♤ how is he
♤ i’m just
♤ can’t type properly
♤ like dude how do you
♤ oh but then the 
♤ i’m not sure if i’m crying and yelling stop bc of his handsomeness or
♤ his asdfjkl; stop doing that kim junmyeon
♤ you’re making every exo-l cry till our eyes fall out
♤ acting skills on point

Originally posted by visualjaehyun

♤ a fucking meme
♤ that will never get old
♤ but his jokes are way past old lol
♤ and i’m not sure if he himself knows that ????????
♤ probably doesn’t care tbh
♤ doesn’t matter bc he always leaves us shook
♤ breathing = junmeme
♤ blinking = junmeme
♤ if he ain’t doing either it’s those exo chats
♤ those will always leave me shook past my bedtime 

Originally posted by sebebikoparilanpapatya

♤ if you wanna embarrass someone ask junmyeon
♤ at this point he does it intentionally
♤ but holy fuck he cares about those boys
♤ like appreciate him okay
♤ appreciate him in his entirety
♤ because one day something will probably happen
♤ ex he stops being like that for 1 minute
♤ sHOOK
♤ honestly though even y’all exo stans better appreciate
♤ HOW COULD YOU NOT

Originally posted by zpriinklez

♤ cute af
♤ adorable af
♤ just
♤ you understand
♤ like he’s gotten so cute to the point it’s embarrassing in a cute way
♤ it isn’t even embarrassing okay that’s how cute he is
♤ it’s all just the heart cringing inwards
♤ LIKE AW I SEE A CUTE KID
♤ OH I FEEL BAD FOR THAT PUPPY FOR DEALING WITH ALL THAT SHIT
♤ actually though don’t shit on junmyeon he’ll fuck y’all up

Originally posted by lawlliets

♤ stop being so underrated
♤ i mean don’t come at me and be like “OH HE’S NOT UNDERRATED”
♤ he just looks underrated okay it’s because all you junmyeon stans are like
♤ y’all are either quiet or some shit
♤ bE MORE EXPRESSIVE
♤ be like a ksoo stan and express your love through smut spamming my feed
♤ THE WORLD CAN NEVER HAVE TOO MUCH JUNMYEON
♤ DON’T FIGHT ME ON THAT
♤ IT’S A FACT AND DON’T ARGUE WITH ME OKAY
♤ A FACT IS A FACT AND YOU BETTER UNDERSTAND FACTS OK AY

Originally posted by suhomysuho

♤ his smile
♤ it probably has the cure to your sexual tension constant sadness
♤ literally 
♤ i’m not joking
♤ YOU SEE THAT SMILE
♤ YOU CAN FINALLY PASS AWAY PEACEFULLY NOW
♤ if the doctor told me i had three seconds to live i’d probably see that smile
♤ what am i a youtube comment ????? that physically hurt typing that ^
♤ forgive me
♤ but i meant every word of it hE’S A GUMMY BEAR

Originally posted by baekhyeonah

♤ have i mentioned his vocals
♤ lets mention his vocals
♤ they’re beautiful
♤ sounds like actual angels
♤ multiple angels
♤ see junmyeon is that amazing okay
♤ ap p re c i ate
♤ A PPR E CI A TE HIM
♤ he’s so talented i swear
♤ hOLY FUCK MAN HOLY SHIT

Originally posted by kingjunmyeonn

♤ looks cute 28/7
♤ not even a lie okay
♤ you know it’s true
♤ i mentioned this already but it’s so true it deserves to be mentioned again
♤ okay i mentioned it again ap P RECI A TE
♤ has that face of a proud soccer mom
♤ a really abnormally pretty one actually
♤ ALSO HE’S A GREAT DANCER
♤ NO DENY
♤ 10/10 TALENT

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty

♤ honestly just support him
♤ he’s an amazing beautiful handsome hot sexy leader
♤ also lol minsock’s face in that gif lol junmyeon has a talent okay
♤ TALENTED
♤ don’t shit on junmyeon don’t shit on exo
♤ JUNMYEON CAN GET REAL NASTY I TELL Y’ALL
♤ but yeah holy fuck that was fun he’s cute
♤ j un myeon is a bu nny !!11!
♤ true facts
♤ FACTS HASHTAG JUNMYEON FACTS !!!

BTS (as fuckbois) Reacts: they just met you

Originally posted by fawnave

Jin

“Oh well hello. You don’t need to meet the other guys just yet. Honestly, they’re all children. Let me give you a tour of the dorm.”

::dorm tour turned into a bedroom tour::

::holds your waist, while you’re backed up to the wall::

“Tell me baby, is this what you imagined I’d be like?”


Originally posted by jimiyoong

Yoongi

::straight faced. Slight head bow to say hi.::

“Why did you choose such a low cut top to meet us for the first time?”

“You like attention don’t you?”

::walks forward, leaving only inches between your bodies::

“Don’t let anyone else but me see you like this. Go change.”


Originally posted by rapmini

Namjoon

::classic smile::

“Annyeong, I’m Namjoon.”

::let’s his gaze linger on your chest and collarbones a bit too long::

“Fuck you’re gorgeous.”

“Don’t listen to anything our three babies say. They won’t be able to handle you.”

::”accidentally” trips, pulling you into his arms and whispers into your ear::

“I’m going to make you feel so good you’ll forget anyone else exists anyway. Meet me back here at 1am.”


Originally posted by hobies

Hobi

::stops 10 feet short of you, puts a hand over his mouth and just stares::

“YAH! JUNGKOOK-AH! DONT TOUCH THIS ONE!”

“What’s your name?”

“So pretty… my name? hahaa oh you don’t need to worry about that.”

::leads you by the hand to a nearby couch. Suddenly pulling you into his lap. Drapes his arm over your thighs and makes eye contact::

“Give me a few minutes. You’ll be calling me daddy.”


Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Jimin

::approaches you from behind, wrapping a hand around your waist, smacking your ass with the other hand::

“So you’re our new toy?”

“I like you…” ::presses himself against you:: “do you like me?”

::low, almost sinister laugh:: “I’m going to destroy you, baby.”


Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Tae

“Tae, nice to meet you.”

“Let’s get this out of the way. Who’s your favorite? and don’t you dare lie to me.”

::arms crossed, intimidating stature::

“I did some research on you when I was told your name. You run a couple fan accounts, yeah? Write a bit of fiction?”

::walks toward you until you fall trying to back away from him.::

::looks down to you on the floor::

“I’m going to make you forget about Jimin. We’ll see who your favorite is after tonight.”


Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Jungkook

::assesses your frame up and down::

::stuffs his hands into the pockets of his grey baggy sweatpants::

“I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“I won’t touch you. I won’t tell you what I’ll do to you. Because I can tell what you want just by looking at you. I’ll let my brothers completely fucking wreck you, and when you can’t stop thinking about me instead? You know where to find me.”

::takes three steps backwards, his eyes fixed on yours, before he turns and walks out of the practice room.::

Make You Feel Good

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Words: 2674
This is the first smut I’ve done in a long time. Be gentle, please.

Warning: Smut, fingering, oral (female receiving), squirting, unprotected sex (be safe people)

A/N: Do NOT post my writing on any other site. Do NOT take credit for my work. Do NOT copy and paste.
A/N: Reblogs are perfectly fine…because that’s still giving me credit for the work I did.
A/N: If you want tagged, send me an ask.


Dean’s Point Of View

           Y/N rarely brought a guy back to her motel room. I probably girls back too often. Sam had his nights here and there. But Y/N wasn’t one to have one-night stands. So, when I heard the guys’ voice in her room on the other side of mine, I was a little curious.

           And then I heard the words that sent me into a storm of rage.

           “You’re gonna take it you filthy fat cow.”

           “Get out,” Y/N’s voice was broken. I could hear her tears, “Please.”          

           “Not until I get what I came for. Not like you’re going to get it from anyone else. I’m doing you a favor.”

           I didn’t remember leaving my room or busting in to Y/N’s. But there I was, physically making that guy leave her room. With more threats to kill him, castrate him, and humiliate him if he ever came near her again.

           “Dean?” Y/N was curled up on the bed, wrapped in a sheet.

           I rushed to her, “He’s an idiot. He’s such an idiot. You’re beautiful and perfect. Everything about you is perfect.”

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