the colouring took me forever but i think i like this one best

There’s Nothing Wrong With You

One of the best pieces of advice I ever heard was “There’s nothing wrong with you”. 

It was a Monday morning and I was relaxing with friends in a hotel pool after playing Lollapalooza. A lady bobbed opposite me sipping a ginormous glass of rose, and we started chatting. She was a stylist and told me that, when her clients tried outfits on and looked at themselves in the mirror, she would tell them “There’s nothing wrong with you”. I asked her why and she said, “because we all think there’s something wrong with us ”. It was such an odd, simple notion, but I felt like a little flower had opened up inside of me. It hadn’t occurred to me that it could be a universal feeling. There was always something so wrong with ME, I hadn’t considered that other people might feel the same. The comment stuck with me like glue for the next year. 

Illustration by Lan Truong

 I lived most of my life feeling like there was something deeply wrong with me. Everything I did was somehow geared towards fixing the parts of myself I thought were bad or ‘broken’. There was also an odd safety in being broken. I could quietly blame it for anything that went wrong in my life: “It’s not my fault: I’m f**ed up and I am very sorry!”. For a while, I had counselling, and though it was extremely helpful, I started to feel uneasy at the idea of chatting about my problems, potentially for years, if I chose to. Like, really… When would I be fixed?

For me, life =  Experiences + reactions to those experiences. The only power I have is choosing how I react to them. So, though I might have uncomfortable emotional reactions, I can choose to a) accept these emotions, instead of resisting them, and b) not interpret my thoughts as the Solid Gold Truth. Whatever your problems may be, (diagnosed or not), they don’t equate to you being broken. In my own life, it’s been unhelpful to think of mental health problems in this way, particularly when you’re struggling. You are who you are at this moment in time, and you’re doing your best. Brains are plastic. People can, and do, change.

Illustration by Lolrel

  If you follow my music, it probably won’t come as a big surprise to know that I’ve dealt with mental health issues for a long time. There have been 3 things that have helped me decrease periods of depression though. For anyone in the same position, I hope this helps.

1. Meditation

This changed my mind + my life. I started doing meditation in 2013 after Electra Heart had ended. I was burnt out and desperate for change. I took no classes, read no books - just looked at a 5 minute explanation on the internet. I didn’t even do it every day. Just 20 minutes in the morning or evening. In the beginning, I felt a little dubious about the idea of “wasting 20 whole minutes” on meditation each day. But here’s the thing: Meditation is like a vacuum for your mind. It sucks up all the dust and rubbish thoughts. I can easily waste 20 minutes looking at something on the internet that I’ll never think about again, so I can invest 20 minutes in something that changes the quality of my life. This blog described Meditation as “one of the best responses to modern information overload”. I truly believe it can be an antidote to our digital lives.

Illustration by Lolrel 

2. Exercise

I know, I know. When you’re depressed, the last thing you want to do is go outside INTO THE REAL WORLD! But if you’re bottom-of-the-barrel depressed, you have nothing to lose. For years I loved to declare that I “didn’t have a body that could run”  (in order to escape ever having to actually run). But when I start meditation, the negative thoughts about myself decreased and I started to want good things for myself. The motive of exercising was not to lose weight, so it had a different energy to it.

3. Identifying With Thoughts

The reality is, I still deal with depression, but my reaction to it is different. I am more aware of its mechanisms so I don’t take my thoughts as seriously. I try not to identify with a thought and interpret it as truth just because it came into my mind. Why? Because the way I think and respond to events is largely based on my past experiences, so how can I know that my thoughts are my own and not coloured by my past? This is why I don’t always trust my thoughts, particularly when they are of the negative variety. A book I hugely recommend on this is called “Power of Now” by Eckhart Tolle. 

I’ve wanted to write this post for a long time for people who struggle with similar issues. Our culture has taught us to see happiness as some kind of end goal, but for me, the best thing about it is that it doesn’t stick around forever. Human beings need to experience some level of suffering in order to evolve emotionally and consciously. And though depression often feels like you’re stuck, or stagnating, it can also be a healthy way of your mind telling you that something isn’t quite right, and that it’s in the process of changing. We tend to view sadness as something unnatural, or negative, but perhaps viewing it as a necessary process might help us accept the low periods, and move through them more easily.

Before writing my last album, I honestly thought that I had just been born unhappy and that depression was a permanent part of me. I don’t believe that anymore. When I was writing ‘FROOT’ I felt like I was kissing goodbye to a big chapter of my life. That portion of my youth was heart-splitting and lonely at times, but it was also dazzling and beautiful. And that’s how life is for a lot of us. If only I’d known all those years that it was just part of being human.

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Love, Marina

The Last Word

I was rewatching that episode of Community where Abed and Troy kept hitting each other with pillows because they didn’t want their friendship to be over, and I just kind of liked the idea of an argument stretching out ridiculously long just because 2 people don’t want to stop talking ^^

college AU.

read it here on AO3!

“Dean, this is Cas - Cas, Dean,” Jo said, calling over the thudding music in the bar where they were standing, propping up the bar. She had a hand on Dean’s shoulder, and she gave him a little shake. “I’ve been meaning to introduce you guys since forever. I just know you’re gonna get on great. Cas, Dean likes philosophy, and psychology - that kind of thing!”

“I’m, uh - an armchair philosopher at best,” Dean said, throwing Jo a look that said, as clearly as he could without words, don’t play me up too much. Cas, the guy standing in front of him, was quite clearly out of Dean’s league - tall, lean, with the looks of an Athenian hero and the expression of a Roman statue, chiselled and unsmiling. Dean took a hefty swig of his drink, and smiled charmingly.

Well, he thought, you never know until you’ve tried.

“So, are you a Freud or a Jung kind of guy?” he said. Jo clapped his shoulder and moved off, evidently satisfied with the opener and feeling as though her introductory duties were complete. Dean watched after her for a second as she went, taking her social skills with her.

It wasn’t that Dean was bad in social situations - it was only that when there was just him and an undeniably cute guy, things tended to get a little… flustered. Jo, on the other hand, was perfectly at ease, and good at smoothing over the stupid things his runaway mouth tended to say -

“You can go and talk to her instead,” said Cas, and Dean started and looked back at him guiltily. Cas’ expression was unreadable, watching him watch after Jo. “Please, feel no obligation to enjoy my company.”

Dean blinked. Cas raised his eyebrows.

“I’m, uh, I’m - uh,” Dean said, wrongfooted. “I was just -”

“And I think - Jung,” Cas said, cutting through his fumbling. “Freud’s theories are too rooted in misogyny and phobia to be of any interest beyond the influential and contextual, for me.”

Dean swallowed.

This is going great, said a little voice in his head.

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anonymous asked:

You have a lot of posts about appreciating Taylor Swift's song lyrics. Can you share with us your favorite lyrics from each of her songs?

Wow, this was more difficult and more time consuming than I originally thought it would be. I didn’t include any unreleased songs, any soundtrack songs or any collaborations that weren’t on her studio albums. I also didn’t include Ready For It or Look What You Made Me Do since we don’t have all of Reputation yet. Still, here is 82 of my favourite Taylor Swift lyrics… 


Tim McGraw: When you think happiness, I hope you think that little black dress

Picture To Burn: I realise you love yourself more than you could ever love me

Teardrops On My Guitar: I’ll bet she’s beautiful that girl he talks about, and she’s got everything that I have to live without

A Place In This World: I’ll be strong and I’ll be wrong, oh but life goes on

Cold As You: You come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you

The Outside: No one notices until it’s too late to do anything

Tied Together With a Smile: Seems the only one who doesn’t see your beauty is the face in the mirror looking back at you

Stay Beautiful: It’s hard to make a conversation when he’s taking my breath away

Should’ve Said No: It was a moment of weakness and you said yes, you should’ve said no

Mary’s Song (Oh My My My): Well I was sixteen when suddenly, I wasn’t that little girl you used to see

Our Song: Our song is the way he laughs, the first date man I didn’t kiss him and I should have

I’m Only Me When I’m With You: I don’t want to fly if you’re still on the ground

Invisible: You can’t see me wanting you the way you want her, but you are everything to me

A Perfectly Good Heart: Why would you want to make the very first scar? Why would you want to break a perfectly good heart?

Fearless: In this moment now, capture it remember it

Fifteen: In your life, you’ll do things greater than dating a boy on the football team

Love Story: Romeo, save me, they’re trying to tell me how to feel, this love is difficult but it’s real

Hey Stephen: All those other girls, well they’re beautiful, but would they write a song for you?

White Horse: I’m not a princess and this ain’t a fairy-tale, but I’m gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well

You Belong With Me: I know your favourite songs and you tell me about your dreams, I think I know where you belong I think I know it’s with me

Breathe: People are people and sometimes it doesn’t work out, nothing we say is gonna save us from a fall out

Tell Me Why: Why do you have to make me feel small, so you can feel whole inside?

You’re Not Sorry: There’s nothing left to beg for

The Way I Loved You: Breaking down and coming undone, it’s a rollercoaster kind of rush, and I never knew I could feel that much

Forever & Always: It rains when you’re here and it rains when you’re gone

The Best Day: I love you for giving me your eyes, for staying back and watching me shine

Change: They might be bigger but we’re faster and never scared

Jump Then Fall: Every time you smile I smile and every time you shine I shine

Come In With The Rian: I could go back to every laugh, but I don’t want to go there anymore

Superstar: You play in bars and you play guitar, I’m invisible and everyone knows who you are

The Other Side of the Door: I said leave but baby all I want is you to stand outside my window throwing pebbles screaming I’m in love with you 

Mine: You learn my secrets and you figure out why I’m guarded, you say we’ll never make my parents’ mistakes

Sparks Fly: It’s just wrong enough to make it feel right

Back to December: Maybe this is wishful thinking, probably mindless dreaming, but if we loved again I swear I’d love you right

Speak Now: Horrified looks from everyone in the room, but I’m only looking at you

Dear John: I took your matches before fire could catch me

Mean: You have pointed out my flaws again as if I don’t already see them

The Story of Us: I’ve never heard silence quite this loud

Never Grow Up: Remember the footsteps, remember the words said… I just realised everything I have is someday gonna be gone

Enchanted: These are the words I held back as I was leaving too soon, I was enchanted to meet you

Better Than Revenge: Sophistication isn’t what you wear or who you know, or pushing people down to get you where you want to go

Innocent: Who you are is not where you’ve been

Haunted: Something keeps me holding onto nothing

Last Kiss: I’m not much for dancing but for you I did

Long Live: May these memories break our fall

Ours: Don’t you worry your pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things that shine

If This Was a Movie: I know people change and these things happen, but I remember how it was back then

Superman: Something in his deep brown eyes has me saying, he’s not all bad like his reputation

State of Grace: Love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right

Red: Moving on from him is impossible when I still see it all in my head, in burning red

Treacherous: Nothing safe is worth the drive

I Knew You Were Trouble: You never loved me, or her, or anyone, or anything

All Too Well: Time won’t fly it’s like I’m paralysed by it, I’d like to be my old self again but I’m still trying to find it

22: We’re happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time, it’s miserable and magical 

I Almost Do: I bet it never ever occurred to you, that I can’t say hello to you and risk another goodbye

We Are Never Getting Back Together: And you would hide away and find your peace of mind, with some indie record that’s much cooler than mine

Stay Stay Stay: It’s been occurring to me I’d like to hang out with you for my whole life

The Last Time: You wear your best apology, but I was there to watch you leave

Holy Ground: Tonight I’m gonna dance for all that we’ve been through, but I don’t want to dance if I’m not dancing with you

Sad Beautiful Tragic: Time is taking its sweet time erasing you

The Lucky One: They tell you that you’re lucky but you’re so confused, ‘cause you don’t feel pretty you just feel used

Everything Has Changed:
All I know is a new found grace, all my days I’ll know your face

Starlight: Look at you worrying too much about things you can’t change, you’ll spend your whole life singing the blues if you keep thinking that way

Begin Again: Turn the lock and put my headphones on, he always said he didn’t get this song, but I do

The Moment I Knew: You called me later and said ‘I’m sorry I didn’t make it’ and I said ‘I’m sorry too’, and that was the moment I knew

Come Back… Be Here: Now that I can’t put this down, if I had known what I know now I never would have placed so nonchalant

Girl at Home: Honey I am no one’s exception, this I have previously learned

Welcome to New York: The lights are so bright but they never blind me 

Blank Space: Boys only want love if it’s torture 

Style: You’ve got that James Dean daydream look in your eye and I’ve got that red lip classic thing that you like 

Out of the Woods: The rest of the world was black and white but we were in screaming colour 

All You Had To Do Was Stay: People like you always want back the love they pushed aside, but people like me are gone forever when you say goodbye 

Shake It Off: It’s like I’ve got this music in my mind saying ‘it’s gonna be alright’

I Wish You Would: I wish you knew that I miss you too much to be mad anymore 

Bad Blood: Band-aids don’t fix bullet holes 

Wildest Dreams: He’s so tall and handsome as hell, he’s so bad but he does it so well

How You Get The Girl: Say I want you for worse or for better, I would wait for ever and ever, broke your heart I’ll put it back together

This Love: When you’re young you just run but you come back to what you need

I Know Places: Loose lips sink ships all the damn time

Clean: Ten months sober I must admit, just because you’re clean don’t mean you don’t miss it 

Wonderland: But there were strangers watching and whispers turned to talking and talking turned to screams 

You Are In Love: You understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars, and why I’ve spent my whole life trying to put it into words 

New Romantics: Please take my hand and please take me dancing and please leave me stranded, it’s so romantic  

True affection (Robb Stark x Female!Reader)

Prompt: Hi :) Can you do a Robb Stark x Reader please? Maybe we see the stages of their relationship as their meeting, their love, their betrothal, their marriage, the pregnancy of the reader, the birth of their child? It’s just an idea and I’m sorry if there are mistakes, I’m French :)

Note: @tiiffanym I really loved this request, so i hope i did it justice!

Robb Stark x reader

When your Parents told you that the carriage was nearing Winterfell, you felt sick. The closer you got to Winterfell, the closer you were to your life changing forever. It had been Ned Stark who had proposed the marriage, and your parents had been delighted. House Stark and House Y/L/N had been allies for centuries – It made sense to strengthen that tie.

You were less thrilled about the idea. You had only ever met Robb once, when you were young, and had no idea as to what kind of man he might be now. Your mother reassured you that Ned was an honourable man, and that his son would be to, but it was little help.

As you approached the gates of Winterfell, you couldn’t deny how beautiful it was; and as Robb Stark took your arm and helped you out of the carriage, you couldn’t deny that he was beautiful too.

When you were both on solid ground, Robb kneeled in front of you, and kissed your hand “Lady Y/n, you are as beautiful I remember.”

You blushed at the compliment, and hoped he was as kind a man as his words suggested.


You quickly got used to not only the North, but to the Stark family. Arya and Rickon were little wolves, constantly exploring the surrounding forests, returning caked in mud (much to Catelyn’s chagrin). Sansa had the voice of an angel, Bran was a genius with a bow, and Robb – well he was just perfect.

The two of you had connected quickly, and you complemented each other well. Where he was hot headed, you were cool, he was proud, and you were logical, and you both adored each other.

It had been a month since you had first arrived in the North, and you had spent most days with Robb, with him showing you around the castle or riding together around the surrounding grounds of the castle.

You were sat together in the Gods wood when he first told you that he was in love with you.

You looked up at him in slight shock before he continued “Y/N, I had always accepted that when I married it would be out of duty, to create an alliance but…” he paused for a moment “You are like no one I have ever met. I love you.”

You weren’t sure that you would ever be able to stop smiling. Your eyes met at you both leaned in to the kiss. When your lips met his you were certain that Winterfell was where you belonged. That he was where you belonged.

When you pulled away he let out a sigh at the lack of contact, so you moved to sit closer to him. Without having to think he wrapped his arm around your waist. You leaned it his touch.

“I love you too Robb.”


The day you married Robb was one of the best days of your life. You, like Robb, had never expected to be able to marry someone that you truly loved. You waited anxiously in the chapels door way. Arya was fidgeting, pulling at her dress trying to get comfortable.

You were shocked when Arya acquiesced to being one your bridesmaids, and you suspected that this would be the last time you ever saw her in a ball gown until her own wedding. Sansa looked like a Queen, in her bridesmaid dress. You were suddenly overwhelming proud of the two girls.

When you heard the Organ begin to play, your father took your arm and you began to walk down the aisle. The night before you had been so nervous that something would go wrong, that you would trip and fall or something would happen to your dress.

Those fears quickly exited your mind as soon as you saw Robb. His jaw dropped when he first saw you, and his eyes filled with tears. You looked stunning. The dress was simple, and fitted you perfectly, hugging your body in all of the right places.

Your house colours had been sewn intricately into the hem, and it was better then you could have ever hoped for. All of the great Northern houses were in attendance, but you barley even acknowledged them, with all of your attention on Robb.

Robb was grinning besides you as you both stood in front of the septon. Your soon to be husband slipped his hand into yours as you exchanged your vows. You squeezed his hand, as you promised to love him until the day that you died.

The cloak Robb wrapped around you was beautiful, it had the Stark crest embroidered onto a deep blue background, and the lining of the cloak was pure white wool. You wondered how many hours it had taken to craft something so beautiful.

“You many now kiss the bride” called out the septon, once Robb had wrapped the cloak around you.

Robb cupped your face gently with his hands and leaned down to kiss you, you flung your arms around his neck and pressed your body close to his.

When Robb pulled away from you, he looked like he was so full of love that he might burst. “I Love you so much Y/n Stark.” When he pulled you into another kiss, the room let out a cheer.


It had been four months since you last moons blood, and five months since you and Robb got married. Maester Luwin had confirmed your suspicions. You were pregnant.

You knew Robb would be happy, you were carrying the air to Winterfell inside of you, but you were still nervous to tell him. You said a quick prayer to both the Old Gods and the seven that he would be as pleased as you were.

Robb was out hunting when you found out that you were pregnant, he would be back early the next morning. You let out a groan. You were desperate to tell someone. When you saw Catelyn, you couldn’t contain yourself.

“Lady Stark, there is something I must tell you, Robb is not here and I have to tell someone.” You gushed, and Catelyn gave you a knowing smile.

“Y/n please, you must call me Catelyn” she insisted “What is It you must tell me?”

“I’m with child” you whispered excitedly, relieved to finally share the secret.

Your mother in law pulled you into a tight hug “I have had my suspicions, you have been absolutely glowing this past few weeks.”

“I can’t believe I’m going to be a mother” you muttered, slightly in shock.

Catelyn let out a laugh “I can’t believe I’m going to be a grandmother.”


Robbs reaction to your pregnancy had been even better then you could have hoped. As soon as the words had left your mouth he had lifted you up into his arms. You buried your head into the crook of his neck. You couldn’t tell if he was crying or laughing, but you knew he was overjoyed.

Throughout the pregnancy Robb had been extremely protective of you, worrying about everything you did. You couldn’t even go on a ride without him insisting to come with you. Arya had told you that he was obsessed, but you found his care endearing.

The bump had started to show just after you broke then news to Robb, and the Starks were constantly crowding around you, trying to see if the baby was kicking yet.

You were lying in bed curled up with Robb the first time that you felt the baby kick. Robb was snoring softly when you woke him.

“Robb! The baby’s kicking!” you elbowed him lightly and he groggily began to wake up.

He quickly came to his senses when he heard the word baby “Wait Y/n is everything okay?” he said, shooting up quickly.

He quickly placed his hand against your bump, a smile spreading across his face. You couldn’t wait to start your family with the man you loved.


Giving birth was the hardest thing that you had ever done, but Robb got you through it. Despite the midwifes insistence that Robb needed to leave, he remained stuck to your side, holding your hand the whole time.

“Come of Y/n one more push. You can do this.”

“I-I I Can’t do this Robb…” you said exhausted “Please I can’t”

Robb squeezed you hand tight “You can do this love.”

It took the last of the energy you had left, but you gave one final push. You didn’t immediately hear the baby cry, and panic rose in your chest. Was there something wrong, was your baby safe?

Then you heard the baby cry. Your baby. It was the best sound you had ever heard.

Robb was silent as the midwife place the baby in his arms, totally in awe of the tiny person you had both created. He looked on the edge of tears.

“Y-y/n… we’ve got a daughter Y/n. Our little girl.”

You let out a sob when you saw your child. Suddenly all of the hours of pain and discomfort were forgotten, as Robb handed you your daughter. Her eyes were closed as she grabbed onto your little finger with her hand. You hadn’t known you could love someone so much.

Robb kissed you on the forehead, then kissed the top of your baby’s head “She’s perfect, you’re perfect. Gods I love you both – more than I know how to say.”

You looked up at your husband, the man you loved “Lyanna. She’s called Lyanna.” The look on his face told you that it was perfect.

Impulse (Jungkook)

Angst/Fluff
Badboy AU
5484 Words 
The long awaited oneshot that I promised I’d post a week ago oops.

Summary: Jungkook keeps himself cool, calm and collected at all times yet around her, the want to throw away his facade is extremely tempting. He fears that if he acts on his feelings he will drag her into a lifestyle that he desperately wants to keep her out of.

Jungkook swallowed and gripped his thighs so hard he was sure he left angry red marks on them. Usually it was easy to ignore her but now that they were alone together, his senses heightened and he was able to catch every time she licked her lips out of nervousness, heard every little sigh that escaped from her mouth and he swore that if he looked at her directly right now, he could probably count every single one of her eyelash.

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laelaloo  asked:

Okay, I'm looking to get a cockatiel. I've been looking into them for WEEKS now, but I still feel unprepared, and I really want to get some actual first-hand knowledge from a person. I'm really not sure what to ask specifically! ^^; Any tips you'd give me, this being my second bird--after a budgie--and my first cockatiel? (Any knowledge at all would be helpful! from recommended cage size to what might be a good healthy diet!~) Please and thank you~~

hey darling!!! god sorry its taken me forty years to get to my ask, i’ve been so swamped at work IT SUCKS

THIS IS GONNA BE LONG

OKAY, HERE IS THE INFO I CAN GIVE YA FOR A COCKATIEL:

1) ALWAYS ADOPT. i know you see that cute birbo in the pet store window, but please, PLEASE, refrain from purchasing him.  there are currently THOUSANDS of homeless birds in north america alone that need you to be their guardian. i know you want to save that baby from the pet store, but doing so continues the cycle.  they’ll just replace him and the horror continues.

2) GET THE BIGGEST CAGE YOU CAN AFFORD! do not listen to what the pet store clerk says (lol i worked in a pet store and straight up i would discourage people from birds EVERYDAY and tell them to rescue and that none of our cages are big enough, and they listened and adopted and im surprised the boss didn’t find out and fire me HAHAHHA) i would go to a bird specialty store to find your cage - you want to make sure it is durable enough, the bar spacing is correct (for a cockatiel you want them no more than half an inch space, theyre little and you dont want them to get stuck!!) i suggest powder coated cages, they’re easiest to clean the poop out of!!!!

3) GOOD DIET IS SO IMPORTANT. STAY AWAY FROM SEED!!!! seed despite popular belief is not very good for them.  it causes fatty liver disease and can make them ill and shorten their lifespan. (rose is now put on milk thistle-it buffersthe liver, as from the shit sanctuary she was from… god knows what she ate so now im in the process of getting her liver spiffy clean!) a good PELLET DIET is SO, SO SO SO IMPORTANT. and dont be discouraged, it is very hard to change a birb from seed diet to pellet.  so you have to change it over gradually and honestly, it can take a year to get that done.  rose is picky as hell, but i found a pellet she likes which are the Zupreem fruit pellets.  they’re not the healthiest, but they’ll do as now she is eating by herself.  i used to have to hand feed her ALL THE TIME like the diva she is.

 Here is a list of good pellets!! (from best to ok)

- Goldenfeast Goldenobles (quinoa based instead of corn, i wanna change rose to this when she’s ready!!)

- Harrisons Fine High Potency (start with high potency and then go to adult formula - gives em the nutrients they need for switching. corn based, and not my fav but it is vet reccommended but id say goldenfeast is better as corn aint that great)

- Pretty Bird (fruity and like, kinda okay? its better than zupreem lmfao but its very sweet, and makes their poo colourful)

- Zupreem (available at most pet stores, comes in fruit, veggie, nut, and natural flavours. what Rose eats and its a pretty good food. i believe its corn and soy based, not the best, and there is sugar in it, but its a good starter for your bird as they will most likely eat it because its colourful and sweet!!! from having Rose on a pellet diet - her plumage looks AMAZING)

all those brands come in different size pellets, i would go with the SMALLEST as it is easier for them to eat, and if you mix it with seed it kinda blends in hehe

4) DON’T JUST FEED PELLETS. A birbos diet should be 80% pellets (give or take) and 20% fruits, veggies, grains, and good stuff!!!! making a chop is a good idea, and you can freeze it and take out some everyday for their breakfast/dinner!!! Rose is very picky, and a rescue may be too, but do some research on what good fresh foods are good for birds!!! rose’s fav are zuchinni, peppers, pasta, scrambled egg (shes obsessed with egg) and chinese snow pear!!!

5) LOTS OF TOYS, AND THINGS TO DO!!! PIMP out their cage with dope toys, various perches and material (AVOID SAND ONES, HURTS THEIR TOES. get natural wood, rope (if u know they wont shred and accidentally eat it) and various thicknesses!!!) and im not saying spend a fortune (whcih i have with rose omfg) undyed popsicle sticks are amazing, paper, toilet paper rolls, cardboard etc they LOVE. but also, a good store bought toy is nice too!!! but most you can make from home!! plus i have a store where i have handmade toys, ill be posting more selection too!!

6) BE PATIENT WITH THE BABY! they most likely won’t warm up to you RIGHT AWAY (i mean they might, depends on their personality!) so do not feel discouraged if they dont want to play or cuddle right away. and heck, they may not even like cuddles. they’re as much as individuals as we are as humans. rose is usually attached to my shoulder all day, but some days honestly she just plays by herself and doesn’t want me to play with her HAHAHA. when you bring them home, introduce them to their cage and let them hang inside and get used to it.  sit near them and chat and offer some millet and let them come to you.  its a whole new world for them, so allow them some time!!!

7) and the most controversial topic… TO CLIP OR NOT TO CLIP? okay, my two cents on clipping goes as written.  if it is safer for them in your house, please get their wings properly by an avian vet or an experienced staff memeber at a bird specialty store. clipping them incorrectly can cause balance issues and confidence issues and trust issues. NEVER CLIP THEM YOURSELF AS THEIR OWNER. THEYLL BE PISSED AF. and most likely scared of you. if your house is unsafe -ie people coming in and out, small space, lots of windows, forgetful people that leave windows open, PLEASE CLIP THEM. it will save their life and prevent any deadly accidents.

if you HAVE THE SPACE. and know that they will be safe, and you believe they will be okay, leave them flighted!! it is much easier i must say having smaller birds flighted as they won’t be as cramped in a house as a big bird would be.  Rose is flightless as she chews her flight feathers, but they are growing back.  and even if they all did, my place is way to small to allow her to fly properly so i would keep her clipped for her safety.  also, if there was an emergency - such as a fire - it is much easier to evacuate a flightless bird than a flighted one.  i have really bad ocd when it comes to impulsive thinking and i obsess over how i would get rose out in a fire all the time… so keep a pillow case by the cage, and if god forbid that happened, grab your baby, toss em in the pillow case (protects them from smoke inhalation) AND HIGH TALE THEE FUCK OUT OF THERE. and that would be easier if they are clipped… just food for thought.  

anyway i hope this helped you and others maybe too!! im sorry this took forever to get to, my lifes been insane.  please do TONS OF RESEARCH TOO and look into rescues. if you need any more help let me know my love <3

Originally posted by potatopato

{Fanacc}170902 SHINee World 2017 ~FIVE~ Special Edition in Tokyo Dome

Minho is soooooo much more hype than usual rn and it’s really no mystery as to why. Bless him we don’t deserve him. [ cr:keys_knees ]

*Taemin’s hair was too messy and the fans started laughing! Minho went over and tidied it for him

They are doing Lucifer with 4 very young dancers!!!!! Super nice

Yes, they are doing the stages with 4 members but Onew’s part remains (music). Only for certain songs, a dancer will stand-in for Onew

SHINee’s selective predebut/debut pics/after debut pics are showing over the VCR

SHINee are on a SHINee bus and going around the dome (shooting their signed coloured balls

Minho is looking so cute like a little boy in the cap and denim top (that looks like a raincoat!)

During Your Number, Minho was the one who ended and dialed a number. He went “SHINee World , (we/i) really like you!”

SHINee says this is the first time they are gonna perform “Tell me Your name” (and minho pretended to be very nervous)

There’s this “bunch/strands” of taemin’s hair that keeps “standing” up so the members teased him : “is this your keypoint today?”

Key pointed to the fans and then went “muacks”

The four of them are holding hands a while ago and walked together to thank the fans *awwwww*

Them : we hope that we will come back to the stage very soon as 5 members
Key seems to be holding back his tears. Can’t bear to see his face like this          [ cr:minhoclove

the main stage just picked itself up and rolled all the way to the back of the stadium wtf wtf

taemin’s hair was sticking straight up and minho fixed it

the little kids from the JAT vcr are on stage dancing to lucifer with SHINee

when SHINee came out the screen split in half horizontally and SHINee were on a platform that came out from behind and lowered down it was really high up

it’s really hot in the dome SHINee are drenched lol seriously key flipped his hair and sweat went flying OTL

minho tossed the prop cup to taemin and he totally failed at catching it and it went flying during your number 

key almost fell during his chair move during your number again… he didn’t, but almost did  he was laughing after

the tell me your name choreo is sexy omfg omfg rip there are cameras in the stage pointed up at SHINee and they are thrusting towards the stage (and the cameras)

SHINee really worked so hard to pull this concert together and they gave it their 110% despite the circumstance, i’m so thankful and proud

The concert was such a roller coaster ride of emotions… Tell Me Your Name will haunt me forever.. and i’ll see it again tomorrow [ cr: keyoemi ]

Everyone screaming for Onew so loud when he’s on the screen

Minho being extra lol Love it

They’re showing OLD photo shoot footage while they talk about each member

During Juilete Minho was playing around with the band too. So cute &   Key and Taemin were playing with each other XD

Minho is making fun of the way Jjong talks AGAIN LOL

Minho covered some of Onew’s lines!  

MINHO WAS AMAZING. WHAT EVEN. GET IT FLAMING CHARISMA.  Minho is giving hearts like crazy

They showed Minho’s face when Taemin was talking. He looked totally confused LOL

Key and Minho started singing and dancing to All Night as they left the stage Lol

Taemin and Jonghyun took off their jackets! Sleeveless shirts  

NEW VERSION OF KEEPING LOVE AGAIN. Minho had an extra rap?

Jinki is in the ending practice video  [ cr: @justrolyn ]

Jjong mentioned Onews name but rly just stated he wasn’t there. They don’t cover his parts and ther a lots of vcr with him too

There’s a backup dancer for Onews part during Sherlock

The most important fact for today’s dome: Key cried in the end because of sadness. Not happiness. They were SAD. Genuinely sad. [ cr: @Myuux2 ]

At the end of Diamond Sky the camera showed a fanboard saying “SHINee FOREVER

Minho did his best today to make us laugh, he was showering everyone with love, throwing even more hearts and smiles than ever! ♡

Tell Me Your Name was definitely the highlight of this concert. They started on the floor, then took off their jsckets showing low V cuts.

During one ment Taemin tried to say something but was struggling with words and he looked so cute that Minho hugged him XD

Key and Minho danced a bit of SNSD’s All Night during MTTM dance break and at the end XD [ cr: @anneaviel ] 

I cant stop crying when i hear Jinki’s voice n the members were so emo during Melody

They are always leaving a space on the stage for Jinki

For ABOAB, we were facing Jinki’s placeand it was empty

Makes me  emo cz they left a gap where Jinki stands and no one covered for his voice.. it was there loud n clear but only he wasn’t there

During Melody idk i think all the members got emo u could see it in their face n Key really emphasized the line "keep waiting for u

But the 4babies really gave in 200% to make up for Jinki .. i am sure Jinki will be so proud [ cr: RealUnkle1932 ]

Minho was so cute and did a lot of aegyo. Key was sexy as hell. Jjong was so passionate about signing.

Tell Me Your Name is extremely epic. And sexy. And Taemin was too much to survive.

Today’s queueing was extreme. My first time and I understood how hard is to get goods. [ cr: RealKasik91 ]

the bond between shinee and shinee world just makes me cry so hard

MINHO TOOK THE PHONE AND SAID SHINEE WORLD I RLY LIKE U

MJNHO SAID I LOVE U AND DID A HEART HUHU

MINHO IS SOAKED IN SWEAT OMFG

STAGE HOVERING OVER ARENA SECTION

SHAWOLS LAUGHED WHEN THE BACKUP DID THR SHOULDER SHAKING PART OF JINKI LMFAO

Taem: 1st floor people are u having fun Taem: 2nd floor people are u having fun Taem: 3rd floor people are u having fun Everyone: YEEEEE

THE SCREEN FOCUSED ON A FANBOARD SAYING 5HINEE FOREVER

[ pic cr: @pressitmvs]

MINHO JUMPED TO SAY HI TO OUR AREA HUHU

They were saying "lets go lets go” while running to our side looool

minho looks like hes holding back so hard huhu

theyre bowing to every side too :(((

[ cr: @blancbutter

Throw It All Away

Originally posted by alinok

[Part 2]

You all asked for it so here it is. My friend helped me out with this one and I’ve just had this sitting in my drafts for like two weeks so I guess it’s about time I posted it

Pairing: Jughead Jones x reader
Warnings: angst
Fandom: Riverdale

You’ve had a crush on Jughead since you were like ten. To most it was no secret. In the words of Veronica apparently “hearts formed in your eyes whenever you saw him”. It seemed like everyone (even Reggie) knew about your feelings except for of course Jughead.

For the longest time the mere thought of telling your best friend about how you felt made you want to puke. Today however was different. Today was the day you were going to finally tell him.

For most of the morning you argued with yourself over this issue.

“Tell him now”.
“No not yet I’m not ready”.
“Do it or I swear to god”.
“This was a terrible idea”.
“Abort! Abort!”.

It took you until the end of the entire school day to confront him.

“H…hey Jug” you called to Jughead just as he was about to exit the school.

“Hey” he replied “what’s up?”.

You gulped. You felt your hands start to immediately shake and a sickening feeling formed in your stomach.
“N… not much… Jughead, I actually really have to tell you something. I’ve been keeping it from you for too long”.

Jughead raised an eyebrow, his expression becoming full of concern.
“Ah okay. What is it?”.

Taking a great long breath you began to force out your confession.
“Jughead we’ve been friends for a long time but for the most of that time I’ve wanted to be more than friends. You make me laugh, you’re there for me when nobody else is. I guess what I’m trying to say is, I think I’m in love with you Jughead”.

For a moment Jughead didn’t react.
“[Y/N] I… I don’t think I’m ready for something like this. I just don’t… I’m sorry”.

You felt as if you had been hit by a bus. You had had nightmares about this before but you never expected it to hurt this bad. Tears formed in your eyes and you had to bite you lip so you wouldn’t let out a sob.

“Oh I…I get it. Excuse me I… I have to go”.

You didn’t even wait for him to say anything else. You rushed past him and quickly made your way out of the front doors of the school. Jughead called out to you but you ignored. Instead you broke into a run. You ran all the way home, with tears rushing down your cheeks, and your heart broken.

You avoided Jughead for days after that event had taken place. Partly because you were embarrassed and also because you were sure you’d burst into tears if you stayed around him for too long. In fact you spent the next week or so not talking to anyone. It was obvious you weren’t okay and you had become sick and tired of people asking you what was wrong. Unfortunately Jughead eventually cornered you on your way home from school.

“[Y/N]!”.

You heard him but you didn’t dare turn around. You started to pick up your pace but before you knew it you felt Jughead grab your shoulder causing you to stop in your tracks.

“[Y/N] talk to me please”.

Sighing you turned to face him.
“I’d rather not Jughead”.

“Come on. Let’s go to Pop’s and grab a burger or something. Just like we use to”.

“Don’t you get it?”.
Your eyes were already wet and you looked at the ground feeling as if you couldn’t face him while you said this.
“It can’t be like it use to be. I want it to be, trust me I do but every time I look at you now Jughead, even if it’s from across the classroom I’m just reminded about how much it hurt when you rejected me”. Jughead opened his mouth to speak but you stopped him.
“I’m not mad at you Jug. I don’t blame you either but I can’t go to Pop’s with you and act like everything’s fine because it’s not. I’m sorry”.

The colour in Jughead’s face seemed to fade at your words. He didn’t say anything, probably because he didn’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry” you repeated but this time in a much tinier voice. Then you gave him a light kiss on the cheek and turned around and continued your journey home.

Jughead watched you, not attempting to stop you from leaving. At that moment he somewhat understood what you had felt. He also knew that he’d do anything, give up anything to go back in time and give you a different answer to your confession, just so he could have you back.

How could he have been so stupid? How could he just throw away the best thing that’s ever happened to him? Now he may have lost you forever.

When I Met A Girl

***I wrote this for my English assignment and yeah… Enjoy****

When I was seven I met a girl who made me giggle. My first
day at school and she walked up to me, her hands filled with sand, “Here, have
this, you’re my new friend.” I took it gratefully, stunned by this tiny girl
with glasses too big for her face. I carried it around with me until I was told
off; sand wasn’t allowed in the classrooms. We’d sit together and laugh and cut
out tiny pictures of animals we would tape to our tables. She’d tell me stories
of older siblings and slide her glasses up her nose right before they’d fall off
her face. I’d sit there and eat my lunch, chiming in every now and again to
tell her about my funny memories, which always resulted in her laughing so much
she began to snort.  But summer was the
best, because the sun seemed to focus on her, making her blonde hair light up
and set her apart from our other classmates, always making me smile. She’d buy
red icy-poles from the canteen and would later hold my hand with her sticky
sugar coated ones during play time. It seemed as if nothing could compare to
her gapped tooth smile and messy hair.   I remember thinking of our days as being the
best thing in the universe, having endless fun and never growing tired of silly
jokes or colouring in.

When I was ten I met a girl who made me smile. We’d sit in
her room with Avril Lavigne playing on her TV and her parents arguing from the
kitchen. I’d bring over my mum’s lipsticks and eye shadows and we’d give each
other colourful makeovers to help pass the time. She’d welcome me into her pink
room and her freckled cheeks would glow underneath our messily made blanket fort,
then we’d sing along to the music, our hands together as we danced across the
room. She embodied happiness and wore yellow flowers behind her ears, sometimes
woven into her two long braids. I remember movie nights with her feeling like
they could last forever, the morning never seeming to come as we lay in bed and
laughed at our own jokes, staying up past midnight and sneaking into the
kitchen to steal ice cream and cookies for snacks. These nights were magical
and held a kind of sacredness, nothing bad could enter our forts, nor could
parents or siblings. She gave me confidence, energy and ice cream.

When I was thirteen I met a girl who made me laugh. This
girl was fearless, she approached me with certainty and demanded that I be her
friend. She’d text me at four in the morning and we’d talk for hours on end.
This girl was my best friend, this girl was beautiful and she knew it.  She’d take me by my hand and we’d run home
from school, collapsing on her bed, laughing, as we shook off our school bags.
She’d sit me down and open up to me about the things that erased the confidence
from her eyes, she told me about her mum and car crashes and things that made
her cry. I’d hug her and tell her it would be okay, because I felt as though I
needed to protect this girl, and I wanted to make her feel secure. We would
climb trees on her uncle’s farm and she would laugh when she had to help me up
to the highest branch, before kissing me and smiling the biggest smile I had
ever seen. I’d laugh nervously, my brain buzzing and my cheeks flushed, then
she’d kiss me again and we would just sit there, staring at the sunset. “Don’t
tell my dad.” She’d always say as we climbed down. For the longest time I
didn’t know if she meant don’t tell him that we’d climbed the tree or that we’d
kissed, I figured it out the next summer when her uncle came down to the back of
the farm to call us up for lunch and found us kissing. I was sent home and when
school started she wasn’t there. My teachers told me she was sent away to live
with her aunt in New South Wales.

When I was sixteen I met a girl who made me cry. This girl
was filled with shards of glass and storms. She was a hurricane that would
bring me along and then drop me to the ground when she was done. This girl
wasn’t kind or good for me, but she was captivating, she made me feel special
and loved and important. She’d pick me up in her old, beaten car and pause to
tie her long golden hair out of her face as she told me of the night’s plans.
When I was with her there were colours, there were lights and there were fields
of experiences and firsts and the little things that mattered. She’d put her
arm around me and promise me that tonight was going to be the best night ever, and
then we’d dance for hours on end, to music neither of us had ever heard. Whenever
we went out she’d be surrounded with crowds of older boys and pretty girls, but
she always managed to look down at me with her big green eyes that told me none
of them mattered, that nothing else mattered, because we were together and the
night was young and we had a car that could take us anywhere. But this girl was
poisonous. When we were alone she’d yell and scream and push me around. She’d
fill my ears with stinging words and leave me crying on her door step at the
end of each night when she was done with me. And for whatever reason, the next
day I’d come back, and we’d go out, and she’d love me, until we went back to
her house and she’d blame me for the car breaking down, or my parents finding
out we were drinking, or for her forgetting her keys. She’d blame me and I’d be
sent away shaken and scared, but I still came back.

When I was nineteen I met a girl who made me dance. I
complimented her on the scarf she wore to class every day, she had smiled and
whispered, “My dad bought it for me from Spain,” then she looked at me properly
and leaned in closer, “You have very pretty eyes.” I blushed and thanked her,
she smirked and resumed paying attention to the lecture. This girl was amazing;
she was charismatic and could charm anyone. She knew every student and every professor.
She was smart, creative and emotional in all the right ways. She was all things
bright and all things extroverted.  This
girl was warm and this girl was lovely. She wore flowing dresses and took me to
sophisticated parties where we would stand in the corner and laugh at every one’s
ridiculous outfits, we’d get tipsy on champagne and spend the rest of the
evening in dingy cafes in the city that smelt like old smoke and pancakes. My
year with her was the best year of my life. Her dad would buy plane tickets to
fly us out to Spain to stay with him. We’d spend hundreds of dollars on
expensive Spanish food and waste hours watching street performers, dancing, and
just being in each other’s arms. She was the first girl I had fallen in love with,
and every moment with her was special, was magical, and was perfect. The night
before she left to move to Spain permanently we laid together in her bed and
cried. Eventually we stopped and I laid beside her, playing with her long red
hair as she rested her head against my shoulder, “This won’t be the end, long
distance works for a lot of people,” we’d tell each other. When she left, we
lasted for two months before we mutually agreed it wasn’t working, it took me five
months to properly recover. She was my first love.

When I was twenty-three I met a girl who made me jealous.
This girl could never love me back, this girl was the one that got away. I fell
for her despite myself. I really couldn’t help it, everything about her made me
smile; the way she covered her mouth when she laughed, how she did her makeup,
the way she cut her hair, the skirts she wore that would billow around her
every time she spun around, which was often. This girl was kind to me and took
care of me, she was my friend and was there for me when I needed her. We moved
in together and it felt like torture, I wanted so much more than what we had,
but I couldn’t have it, so I had to remain content with our current friendship,
with inside jokes and crying on each other’s shoulders. For then, it was
enough, but I couldn’t help pining. She eventually met a man, and for months I
was taken over with jealousy, why did he achieve what I could not? Soon she
moved out and moved in with him, they became engaged and I was forced to let go
of my feelings. Yet we still remain friends, and we have dinners together and
laugh about my younger self and her love stricken feelings.

When I was twenty-seven I met a girl that made me sparkle.
This girl, she was The One. She’s the girl that made time stop, that froze
everything around us every time we kissed. The girl that made my stomach fill
with butterflies and my head fill with romances. This girl was every definition
of perfect. I could stare for hours and hours and hours at this girl and her
beautiful blue eyes, at her constellations of freckles that littered her back,
I could stare and he stained lips and her short wavy hair, I could stare at
this girls tanned legs and I could listen to her angelic voice until the day I
die. I fell in love with all these, all of the beautiful perfect pieces of her.
I fell in love with her flaws also; the stretch marks pulled across her hips,
the small mole on her jaw, the scar in between her eyebrows from when she was a
child, the regretted star tattoo on her finger. Everything about her enraptured
me, she was perfect to me, and I too her. She’d surprise me in the mornings
with sweet coffee and a sweeter smile. This girl would take me on adventures I
will never forget.  She made me feel like
a million stars, she made me sparkle, she helped me love everything, she helped
me follow my passions and to realise what love felt like. This girl was lovely.

The “Exchange” Program #2

Originally posted by pjmjjk

#1

Summary: To say you were excited was an understatement. Your brother had left for Korea and in exchange you get a replacement, also known as an exchange student. Expecting a smart, nice boy,  practically the boy version of you…you got the complete opposite. A bad boy with bad habits.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Au: Badboy!Jungkook

A/n: Please give me feedback it helps me a LOT


“Really? Poohbear?” he sighed.

First you were confused at the sudden mention of the cute character then it hit you, it literally hit you. You felt the slight cold breeze hit your lower exposed butt cheeks realising that you had just flashed the poor boy.

“Seriously you never fail to entertain me, kitten” he chuckled letting go of your hips.

You scurried off of him and ran to your room leaving him in a chuckling mess, you looked in the mirror and silently cussed to yourself.

“Of all days you had to wear underwear that looked like it belonged to a child” you whispered quickly getting changed into sweats and climbing into your bed grabbing the silver laptop and opening Netflix.

Clicking on the familiar show, you slowly felt your eyes get droopy and heavy. Before you knew you it you were out like a nightlight.


“C’mon you idiot, wake up!” 

You heard a raspy voice yell at you, you felt your sides being shook making you open your eyes to see Jungkook staring at you furiously.

“What!?” you groaned sitting up.

“Your bitch ass cat pissed on my bed whilst I was sleeping!!” he shouted angrily.

Looking at your laptop you realised you had missed two episodes of the show show you were currently binging, groaning to yourself you swung your legs out of your bed and slipped on your slippers.

“Crap, I missed two episodes” you groaned out to him.

“Your cat literally pissed on my face and you’re worried about your stupid show!?” His remark made you burst out into laughter.

“Wait…Fifi actually pissed on your…face?” you laughed pointed at him.

“Ha Ha its all jokes till you get pissed on” he snickered, pushing you into his room


Cleaning up the mess that your cat made, Jungkook collapsed onto his bed. You scratched Fifi on the head and praised her for her actions.

“You’re praising her? After what she did to me?” he questioned.

“Yes, yes I a-” you were cut of by feeling something wet being thrown on your face. You peeled off the paper towel to realise it was the towel you had used to wipe Fifi’s piss.

“YOU FREAK!!!” You shouted throwing the towel on the floor and running to the shared bathroom.

“Not so fun now is it?” Jungkook snickered folding his arms and heading back to his bed.

“Ew Ew Ew”


You opened the door to your car and buckled your seat belt waiting for Jungkook, you were not having a good day. You woke up two hours before you usually do, there was no more coffee since your dad drank it all yesterday and it was the fist day of school.

“What’s got your panties in a twist?” he said as he climbed into the passengers seat.

“Trust me when I say this, you don’t want to mess with me” you retorted, driving off in the direction of your school.

“You drive like my granny” he remarked, sticking his leg up on the dashboard of the car. You reached over and shoved his leg off of it and smiled at him.

 “I’m sorry but is there anyway for you to not be a total pain in the ass?” He put both of his legs up on the dashboard.

“I don’t think thats possible poohbear”

You glared at him because of the sudden use of the nick name that will forever haunt you.

“Can we pretend that never happened?” you pleaded parking the car into the school car park. You looked over to see him exiting the vehicle, you sighed in not getting your answer and got out yourself.


Walking to your locker you spotted your best friend waiting for you, a smile plastered on her face. You see it drop when you reach her, you follow where her eyes are averted to.

I guess he’s going to be a pain in the ass here too.

“Omg” Ally blurts, the smile appearing on her face. Ally wasn’t as intelectual as you were, she was smart and definitely was not one of the burn outs of the year. She was no doubt more popular then you, she was the type to gossip about parties and boys. You didn’t really feel the need to gossip, it was irrelevant to you. She was often asked why she stayed with you, and sometimes you wondered also.

“What?” you asked opening your locker and piled all of your books into it.

“Him. Who is he?” she pointed to Jungkook, watching him intensely as he shoved the black notebooks into the blue locker. You rolled your eyes at the colour of the books.

‘Typical, the bad boy is too bad for colours’ you thought and got out your math text book and English lit note book.

“That is the asshole, also known as Jungkook” you slammed your locker shut.

“He’s my new exchange student, he’s staying with me for a year. Personally it’s too long in my opinion” you smiled at her.

“Hey guys” Mia’s voice rings through your ears, as she gives you and Ally a big smile, she follow’s Ally’s eyes and see what she was staring at. Instantly her mouth gapes a bit.

“Who?” she asks.

“Y/n’s new exchange student. He’s staying for a year” Ally pipes up turning to you and Mia.

“She think’s a year is too much” Ally roles her eyes and smiles at you. 

“What!? Having that hottie living with you for a year is not enough!” Mia shouts causing Ally to laugh and to you frown.

“He’s a complete ass Mia, He threw cat piss on me last night!! Which did not help me sleep at all. There was no coffee, I did not sleep one wink and to top it off HE marked my dashboard in my car!! Do you know how hard it is to get shoe marks off!?!” you shouted at Ally and Mia, causing to get stares from passing students.

You huffed opening your eyes to find Jungkook staring at the three of you, smiling to himself.

“Did he just hear all of that?” you whispered to Ally, she nodded her head and laughed to herself.

“Hey Poohbear” you heard Jungkook laugh, walking towards your friends and you. You saw the girls stand still, afraid to embarrass themselves.

“What?” You huffed the piece of hair that was in your face. 

He grabbed your books and looked at the timetable you had stuck to your laptop cover.

“Hey we have the same classes!” he cheered.

“You’re kidding me? You’re that smart to be AP?” you questioned him, a confused look clearly presented on your face.

“I hope you know apart of being an exchange student, you do have to have good grades” he chuckled lightly to himself. You were speechless.

“C’mon, show me where the classes are” he walked off with your timetable, you ran after him making your friends follow the two of you.

“Why does he call you Poohbear?” Mia asks.

“Long story”


“Alright who can solve this equation?” Mr Clark, spun around on his heel. Your hand instantly shot up.

“Great! A classic showdown, how exciting!?” he clapped his hands clearly feeling ecstatic. You turned to see who you were up against and it was none other then Mr. Bad Boy himself.

“You’ve got to be kidding me” you whispered to yourself, getting up causing the chair to drag out with you.

You got to the board, a red marker in your hand ready to write the answer. You looked over to Jungkook to see a craze look in his eyes.

“And…go!” Mr Clark clapped.

You wrote down your answer faster then lightening…but so did Jungkook.

“Let’s see who takes home the prize” Mr Clark looked at the equations, you smiled to yourself, confident with your answer.

“And the winner is the exchange student!” He shouted.

Everybody hollered and clapped. You’ve never been more embarrassed in your life, you slumped back into your seat. Mia and Ally patting you on the back, you dug your head into your arms wishing the day to be over.


Soon it was lunch. You walked over to where Ally and Mia were, you saw the two familiar boys at your tables. You smiled and ran quickly to the boys.

“Mark!! Jackson!!” You scream, getting taken into Jackson’s arm. “I missed you pup!” Jackson exclaimed hugging you tightly then letting you go to hug Mark.

“I missed you too pup!” Mark shouted lifting you off the ground.

You laughed and sat down with them, you took a bite of your apple and put it down.

“How was China you two?” you asked Mark and Jackson they nodded their heads in unison.

“It was good” Jackson said.

“That’s it? You went to China and that’s all you have to say?” You laugh and sip your orange juice.

Mark laughed, “How were your holidays?” he asked taking a bite of the pizza.

“Oh you know, same old same old. Nothing eventful” you sighed.

“Are you kidding me?” Mia gasped causing Jackson and Mark to turn their heads towards her.

“What?” Jackson pipes

“She got a new exchange student. He’s so hot…and smart too!” Ally pipes up as well.

The door opened to the dining hall showing a handsome man, and you guessed it, it is Jungkook.

All you could hear were giggles and sighs.

“That’s him” Ally announced.

“Thats him!?” Mark exclaims.

“Yeah, Why do you seem so shocked?” You questioned.

“Nothing, it’s just…I know him” Mark whispers to you, leaning closely so only you could hear.

“How do you know him?” you hesitated to ask the question, afraid of the answer that would come.

“Y/n, please be careful around him” Mark warned.

Into The Woods (Grayson)

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“Are we almost there?“ Grayson groaned in the passenger seat beside you, tilting his head to rest against the glass window of your Jeep Wrangler.

"Five more minutes.” You huffed, gripping the steering wheel a little harder than normal. You hated overly long drives as much as the next person but a whiny boyfriend didn’t make it any better. It was no secret that Grayson was almost incapable of sitting still for more than five minutes at a time so you could imagine one’s frustration during a five hour long car ride.

“I’m sorry.” Grayson sighed, slumping back in his seat. He sensed your frustration. “I just wanna get out of this car.”

You nodded in agreement as you approached a long, snowy, dirt road leading to the cabin tucked away in the woods. You were thankful for your grandma loaning you the place for the week even if it wasn’t anything fancy. It was cute and quaint but that was as far as it went. It was certainly not as nice as the Dolan cabin in Colorado but unfortunately it was being renovated so you would have to settle.

“I think we’ll have fun. You know…“ A smile played at his lips when you caught what he was throwing. "It’s nice that it’s just us this weekend. No Ethan.”

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One of Sophia’s favourite parts of her job was the look on her clients’ faces when they first get to see the final result of their tattoo. Sure, they’d seen the sketch before she first took the needle to their skin but the moment they saw the chosen design inked into their skin forever was special. She lived for the wide eyes, the big smiles, and sometimes even the tears of joy she was granted after a job well done. Today was another one of those days where Sophia was particularly proud of herself and her skills.

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Scott McCall Imagine- Alpha Affliction

“I could have killed you” you heard from across the school. “But you didn’t- not like you could anyway” you scoffed. “For once, could you just admit that you screwed up?” he sighed. “For once, could you just except that you’ve been beaten?” you returned. “Who the hell are you talking to Y/L/N?” coach asked, breaking you out of your werewolf hearing. “Christ, no need to shout” you whined, holding your head due to how loud he sounded. “Language! Don’t make me give you detention on a Monday morning” he yelled, already walking off to go and scold Greenburg, for something petty most likely. You opened your locker door and grabbed your books, you smirked into it after sensing someone familiar. You slammed it shut and the person standing behind it barely waited a second before beginning to grill you. “What on earth were you thinking? I’ll tell you what, you wasn't” he lectured. “Stiles, I’ve literally just gone through this with McCall” you rolled your eyes. “We both know he has a soft spot for you, but I’m telling you, stop messing with his head!” he warned, using unneeded hand gestures. “No one got hurt!” you stated. “But they could have” he issued. “But they didn't” you growled, letting your eyes flicker red for a brief second. There may have been a slight run in with yours and Scott’s pack, that turned a bit sour last night, but it turned out alright in the end. “Someone’s going to get hurt if you carry on the way you are with Scott” he told. “Are you threatening me Stilinski?” you asked, smirking with amusement. “No, but I am warning you, the worst thing you could do is break his heart. You know what happened to him in the past, if you’re looking for a weak spot, pick anything but that” he said, before walking off down the hallway. You stood there for a second and dropped your head, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

But things weren’t always like this. You didn’t ask to be an alpha and by no means did you intentionally kill someone for it. You used to be happy, you belonged to your older sister’s pack- a peaceful pack. When the Darach showered up, she needed to get your pack out of the way,  because your sister was too close to revealing Jennifer Blake for what she was. Most of you died, but you managed to survive. You had to stand and watch as the members of the pack you grew up in, screamed in agony at the wolfs bane, that made its way around their bloodstreams. You knelt beside your sister, it was the only time you had seen her cry. You took as much of her pain as you could, but there was no hope. You closed your eyes and allowed your sobs to be muffled by your hand that covered your mouth. “Please- It hurts” she begged. “I cant” you said, shaking your head as tears fell from your cheeks. “Please” she begged once more. You couldn’t watch her struggle for breath, when she had been so powerful in life. The one person you didn’t want to lose- was now begging for you to end her life. You cradled her motionless body in your arms, feeling the pain she felt. “I’m sorry” you whispered, before taking her life in one brisk movement. You screamed and sobbed for hours afterwards, until the remaining pack members had to pry you off of her body. You hated your red eyes, but hated the blue that hid under them even more. You lost you sister- your best friend that day. But you couldn’t grieve forever, with your remaining strength you held the pack together until it grew in size and power. However, what happened that day changed you. Your personality included, you could tell people missed the old you, in fact you did too but some things are unavoidable in life, and this was one of them.

“I’ll see you later” you said to one of your pack members, before you went your separate ways. You checked the time on your phone, it was half nine and you had only just left school. Long story short, you had been on alpha duty all day, trying to prevent your pack from killing Scott’s. You even had to stay and wait for Lacrosse practice to finish, because of a few of them being on the same team as the others. You put your phone in your back pocket and crossed your arms to try and preserve a little more heat because you had a long walk home and only a thin leather jacket on, wolf heat or not it was absolutely freezing out. You walked for about ten minutes until you let out a loud sigh in frustration. “Are you still not done following me Scott?” you shouted, proceeding to walk. All of a sudden you felt someone next to you. “How did you know?” he asked, in both curiously and embarrassment. You simply glowed your eyes red at him, surely he knew you’d be able to smell his scent and hear his heartbeat, considering you’re a werewolf and all. “Oh right” he mumbled as your eyes faded back to their usual colour. “So are you going to tell me why you’re stalking me?” you asked, tilting your head. “I wouldn’t call it stalking” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m pretty sure that’s what the Sheriffs Department would call it, oh wait it doesn’t actually matter, I’m sure your father in law will let you off with it” you said incredibly sarcastically. “How many times do I have to tell you? Stiles is not my overprotective boyfriend!” he raised his voice, meaning it echoed through the empty streets. You stared at him, trying to keep a straight face after hearing him sound like a seven year old boy. It didn’t last long until you both burst out laughing at the same time. “Woah, has the ice queen melted?” he asked, referring to how he’d only ever seen you scoff and smirk bitchily after becoming an alpha. “Not quite” you said shortly, as both of your laughs came to a stop. “No seriously though, why are you following me?” you questioned, killing the somewhat friendly mood in seconds. “And there she is” he mumbled. You simply raised your eyebrows, waiting for an answer. “Stiles thinks you’re up to something and I came to find out what” he accidently told. “Figures it would be him, he hates me” you whined. “Why would you think that?” he asked, putting his hands in his jacket pockets. You just gave him a blank expression, followed by an eye roll, Stiles made his dislike pretty obvious. “I’m sure if he got to know you more, he’d change his mind” he tried to convince. “I’ve known you all for most of my life; you, Stiles, Lydia and I’ve met you all across the years, Kira, Malia, Liam - Allison” your voice cracked on the final name. “ I mean the new you, you’ve changed and it’s something that needs to be accepted, rather than ignored” he tried to sympathise. “Don’t try to understand Scott, you have no idea what it’s like” you claimed, stopping still. “My first love died in my arms, because I dragged everyone into the supernatural world. I did that, me!” he also stopped and raised his voice, in built up emotion rather than anger. “I had to kill my own sister Scott, it isn’t a competition of who’s life is the shittest!” you matched his volume. “But look at yourself, you’re too busy hating the world for what its done to you, that you didn’t realise, and still don’t realise that all we’ve ever tried to do is help you” he ranted. “I have no one Scott. All I had was her and when she died, she took a part of me, a part I’ll never get back- and no one was truly there for me when I was hurting, I still am hurting.  So forgive me, for not being the optimistic idiot I used to be” you retort. “You pushed us away, we tried to help you but you wouldn’t let us. Look, I’m sorry about your sister and I wished we could of helped you- but you cant carry on like this”  he said, a lot softer. “Carry on like what?” your volume remained loud and aggressive. “You cant carry on being a temperamental physco- like a ticking time-bomb” he regretted saying it, the second he finished speaking. “Watch me” you replied laconically. You proceeded to walk off, before Scott saw the tears that welled up in your eyes.

“I’m going to kill him” you growled, eyes glowing red. “Who?” one of your pack members asked, slightly amused. You weren’t the only one to change that day, your peaceful pack became one of challenge, confrontation and one to be feared. You weren’t psychotic murderers, but by no means were you all innocent. You paced back and forth, In the apartment building that you shared with most of your pack. “Scott McCall” you claimed, through gritted teeth. “Do it” another spoke, biting into an apple. “No one is killing anyone” another stated rationally. “What did he even do?” someone asked. You stopped still for a second and actually thought about it, putting your anger aside. You thought about the past, you remembered everything that had faded from your memory, due to your hatred and hurt clouding your vision. Scott watched one of his closest friends change into a dark and manipulative Alpha. He knew you were just trying to protect and build a pack, but he knew that you were losing yourself along the way. You remember ignoring Stiles’ calls, skipping lunches with Lydia, pretending not to see Allison in the street and you remembered telling Scott that you never wanted to speak to him again. Telling Stiles that you weren’t interested in his dumb plans anymore, telling Lydia that you didn’t care about her pointless guy stories, telling Allison that you needed time for yourself. You did push them away. You were hurting, but you were also hurting them. It was too late to apologise to Allison, to tell her that you needed her, to say goodbye- but it wasn’t too late for the others. “Omg” you mumbled, at your sudden realisation. “What?” one of your member’s asked. “Excuse me” you simply replied, pushing past them and through the front door.

You stretched out your knuckles, as though you were going to knock on the door but then quickly moved your hand away again. You had been pacing back and forth, outside of Scott’s house for about ten minutes. You just didn’t quite know what you were going to say, or why you were even there. You then decided to live by the 5 second life rule, so you quickly knocked on the door and waited nervously for what was next. When you didn’t receive a response, you figured it was late and he may have been asleep or with his Pack. You placed your weight on the door, to focus your hearing on his house, just to check if he was ignoring you. That was when the door swung open and you fell into his house. “Ouch” you mumbled, not expecting it. You looked, expecting to see Scott with a confused expression on his face, when you were met with nothing. Why would Scott, a true alpha leave his door unlocked? You stood up and brushed yourself off, before slowly walking around his house. You figured you might as well wait for him, considering you were already there and all. You reminisced, looking at the house that was once familiar to you. You stood in the doorframe of his kitchen, when you heard a heartbeat approach the front door. They stopped, before hesitantly pushing the door open. You were met by Scott, his eyes glowing red and his fangs retracted. You simply switched the light switch beside you on, and smirked to yourself. “What the hell Y/n?” he asked in surprise, his face returning to normal. “Hey Scotty” you smiled, it was what you used to call him when you were younger. He looked at you hesitantly, not sure if you were plotting your revenge from your altercation earlier. “God Scott, don’t look so on edge” you sighed. He threw his motorbike key on the side of the couch and took his jacket off. “What can I help you with?” he asked, uncertain. “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry” you said reluctantly, but honestly. Scott flashed a non-intentional smile- he was smug. Who would have thought that you would have been the one to back down from your stupid feud. “I accept your apology” he simply returned. “What? Just like that?” you asked, not sure as to what the catch was. “Y/n, I’ve always been here for you and I always will. I was just waiting for you to finally realise that” he spoke softly, taking a step closer to you. You stood up, no longer leaning your weight against the doorframe. “I shouldn’t have treated you all like shit, especially not you” you dropped your head. Scott delicately brought your head back up. “It’s okay to be hurt Y/n, but you need your friends. Lydia, Stiles-” he began to list off. “And you” you finished for him, staring into his kind brown eyes. “Yeah-” he simply whispered, and with that he leant down and pressed his lips to yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him tightly against you. You were now leaning the back on the doorframe, as he deepened the kiss. You were that lost in the moment, that neither of you heard the front door open. “Finally” Lydia accidently praised out loud, immediately covering her mouth afterwards. You and Scott slowly broke away, smiling at one another. You then both proceeded to turn to look at the full living room, both giving a small laugh of embarrassment. “That was hot” Malia approved. You looked at them all awkwardly, it was the first time you had been together with everyone like this. Malia and Kira were smiling, you didn’t know them that well but you knew you would instantly get along with them. As much as you neglected Lydia, she still stood there with pride and a beaming smile at the thought of her two best friends together. Liam looked more awkward than you, but you could already tell that he was sweet and someone you wanted to protect at all costs. You then glanced to the back of them, seeing Stiles with a straight look on his face. Your smile dropped as he approached the two of you slowly. “We’re having our weekly Pack Pizza Party, would you be interested in joining us?” he asked excitedly, with a genuine smile on his face. You relaxed and returned it, pulling him into a long awaited hug. “Ill take that as a yes” he laughed brightly, issuing to Lydia who was about to call and order them. She didn’t even have to ask for your order, it was as if you had never left them. Your friends then continued to start setting up the movie, drinks, blankets and snacks for you all. You walked over to Scott, with a sweet smile formed on your lips. He put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close to him. “I missed this” you breathed. “We missed you” he replied, kissing you on your forehead. Although some of the members had changed, the friendship and love that kept you all together was still the same. You wanted to protect your pack, but it was time to put yourself first for once too. No more fighting, no more rivalry. It was time to focus on the new chapter in your life, which had a much brighter outcome.

Taking A Risk

A/N: First Fred imagine! I’ve had this idea for a while so I materialized it. Feedback is appreciated!


Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader


Summary: Some time away from Fred makes the reader realize how much she loves him. Finally, she decides to take a leap of faith.


Warnings: None, I don’t think.


Word Count: 1,533

Originally posted by amythegloriouspond

You groaned again, looking up. “How much longer before George gets here?”

Fred’s messy ginger hair appeared over the bottom of the bed. “The answer’s the same since the last time you asked: I don’t know.”

Your lips pursed into a pout. “I just really want to show you everything I’ve designed so far.”

Fred sighed and got up. Striding to where you sat perched cross legged on his bed, he reached a hand out. “Lets see it, then.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “We’re not going to wait for him?”

Fred snorted. “He has detention with Filch. For all we know, he’s gonna be down there all night.” He tugged your sketchbook from your hands and, sitting comfortably to face you, opened it.

Three months ago Fred and George had told you about their plans of opening a joke shop. They knew of your drawing skills, of course, and had asked you to help with their product designs. You had immediately agreed.

“Design a Joke Shop? And yours, no less? I’d be honored! Oh, you guys!” You had jumped at them, pulling them both into hugs. They laughed and hugged you back.

“I can’t believe you want me to be the artist for your shop. Little old me.” You mumbled into Fred’s shirt as you hugged him. He gave you one last squeeze before pulling away.

“Of course we want you to! You’re the unofficial official artist of Gryffindor.” You blushed at Fred’s compliment, turning away so he wouldn’t see. You had been crushing on the older twin for a few months, though he didn’t have the faintest idea.

George was wiggling his eyebrows at you, and you tried to punch him as discretely as possible. He had figured out that you had a crush on Fred before you had figured it out. Of course, you told him you’d murder him if he breathed a word, and he sealed his lips shut. He still loved to drop hints, though. Leaving Fred confused and you flustered.

Now sitting here with Fred, you took the time to admire his features while he pored over your drawings. His ginger hair seemed brighter than ever. The sunlight entering through an adjacent window made his eyes appear a lighter shade of brown. His nose bridge was littered with prominent freckles that you found absolutely adorable. His lips were slightly parted, rosy red and so soft looking…

Shaking your head, you lowered your stare to your lap, playing with the hem of your shirt and trying to take deep breaths to calm down your rapidly reddening cheeks. Silence prevailed the dorm room as Fred went from picture to picture, taking in the details with a look of concentration that you’d never seen before. Nevertheless, you were sure you had stayed true to Fred and George’s tastes and preferences while you drew. You knew they’d like it.

Fred pointed to a picture of him and George you had made to be put on some of their larger Skiving Snackboxes.

“That’s a terrifyingly accurate drawing of us,” He said, looking up at you.

You pulled your best poker face. “Ah, yes. It’s almost like I’m good at what I do.”

Fred pushed you as you giggled, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Don’t be a smartass with me.” He had a grin on his face.

Ten minutes later, he closed the sketchbook and sighed.

“Y’know, you’re not as good as George and I assumed.” Your face fell, heartbeat quickening at his words. A moment later, a smile took over Fred’s face.

“You’re better.” He whispered dramatically before bursting into laughter at your expression.

“Fred!” You whined. “I nearly had a stroke.”

Fred laughed some more, poking your sides until your pout faded and you laughed along. A few minutes later, he calmed down and looked at you. “In all seriousness, Y/N, these are way better than what we imagined. They’re exactly what we wanted. You’ve outdone yourself.”

Blushing furiously, you waved your hand as if to say no big deal. Your heart was fluttering at Fred’s words. Everything coming out of his mouth had more impact on you than you could imagine. Warmth overtook your body as you continued to stare at your lap, your words failing you.

Silence fell over both of you as Fred got up to continue packing his trunk. Him and George were to make their grand exit tomorrow. Again, you felt the sense of dread and hopelessness you always felt every time you thought of school without Fred. Your throat closed up as you stared at Fred’s back. He was messily shoving some last minute clothes into his trunk, humming a tune you didn’t recognize.

You felt a smile ghost over your lips as you stared at him. For the twentieth time, you considered telling Fred about how you felt, but hesitated. If he didn’t feel the same way, you could lose him forever. You’d rather live with an oblivious Fred than no Fred at all. So, taking a deep breath, you banished these thoughts from your head and returned to the present.


Everything about the dramatic Weasley farewell went about exactly as planned. You stood amongst the other students, a big grin etched on your face as they hollered and cheered for the twins, whose backs were already getting farther and farther from the school. As the Entrance Hall cleared out, you continued to stare, even though they were long gone. Already, an all too familiar feeling of sadness crept into you. Turning, you walked back into the Great Hall.


A yelp escaped your throat as a boy no more than four years old zoomed past your legs, his laughter loud enough to be heard through the noise in the shop. Letting out a shaky laugh, you turned back to the front, letting your eyes feast on your first sight of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. Your first thought was, it’s perfect.

The shop was crammed from floor to ceiling with products, it was crowded to the brim, people of different ages wanting to get their hands on the newest legendary product in Diagon Alley. As you stepped forward, you recognized your designs on almost every package. Your insides squeezed with giddiness at the sight. This was all the validation you needed.

Turning into a less crowded aisle, your eyes immediately fell upon a flash of red at the far end. Your breath caught when you realized it was Fred, heart constricting at the sight.

Your last couple of months at Hogwarts had been far from ideal. Fred and George were gone, and they took with them all the laughter and jokes that made you happy. And their departure had awakened in you a deep yearning. Not a day passed where you didn’t regret not telling Fred how you felt. Not seeing him everyday made you realize how much you wanted him in your life. And how exactly you wanted him.

Standing here now, watching Fred talk to one of his younger customers, you knew what you wanted to do. And you knew you finally had enough courage to do it.

It was that moment when Fred turned around, eyes meeting yours. The surprise on his face was fleeting, and was quickly replaced by a huge smile. You felt yourself smile back.

He was wearing a brightly coloured suit, but the brightest thing on him were still his eyes, a light chocolate brown that reminded you of home. Your heart gave another lurch as you walked over to him. Before you could stop and second guess, you stood on your tiptoes, placing your lips softly onto his.

His body tensed up almost immediately, and you immediately pulled away from the feather light kiss. All your insecurities came rushing back as you looked at him. He had a strange expression on his face. It wasn’t anger, or surprise… or happiness. It was something you couldn’t place, and that filled you with dread.

Before you could open your mouth to explain, or step back, you felt a hand on your waist, pulling you forward. Then, without a moment’s pause, Fred’s lips slammed into yours.

You didn’t think about it at all. Your hands automatically found his hair as his gripped your waist. Pulling you closer so your bodies were pressed together, Fred kissed you hungrily, and in that moment, you knew he felt the same as you had all these years.

You gripped him tighter, your heart nearly bursting out of your chest but you didn’t stop kissing him. He nibbled on your bottom lip and you moaned against his lips, causing his hold on you to tighten.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, you pulled away from each other and you rested your forehead against his. You didn’t open your eyes, afraid it would be a dream. After a full minute, Fred huffed out a laugh and nudged your nose with his. Your eyes finally fluttered open and a sheepish grin took over your face. Fred’s cheeks were flushed and his grin was huge. He pulled away but grabbed your hand, leading you to the exit.

“Let’s talk about this over drinks at the Leaky Cauldron, yeah?”


Requests are open!

anonymous asked:

I know you r busy, but I was wondering if you knew any great shifter fics! Cat!Tony or wolf!bucky/Steve. Anything with animals or pack dynamics would be awesome! Thanks you so much, your ficrecs keep me from dying of boredom and instead dying of happiness!

Animal transformation!  Okay, admittedly, I haven’t read a ton of these, but here are some suggestions for you.  I think a lot of pack dynamic fics are A/B/O, which I’m not going to include here, though anyone is welcome to ask, if interested. I’ll stick with actual animal stuff.  

Also:

Bucky?  Who the hell is Bucky?

*looks around like I’m on The Office*  

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Oh, Purrrfect (Or Alternatively, “Damn it Richards!”) by @inukagome15:   Of course it was all Richards’s fault. If Tony can get through this with his dignity intact, then it’s all good. What? No, he’s not purring!

Chasing the Moon (series) by LoquitorLatinae:  With the recent slaughter of his pack, the Howling Commandos, alpha Wolf Steve Rogers finds a new purpose with the SHIELD organization and the possibility of a new life with his teammates and fellow Shifters Bruce, Natasha, Clint, and of course their human consultant, Tony Stark. AU. Mention of Steve/Bucky, eventual Stony, and hints of Thor/Loki, etc.

The Law Runneth Forward and Back by @sineala:  It’s been three weeks since Tony saved Steve’s life at Mount Rushmore, and they’re not talking about it. It’s going to drive Tony insane. But they’ve got bigger problems, because Nightshade has turned Steve into a werewolf. Again. And all Steve seems to want is to be near Tony.

The Pack by bondboy68:  The Avengers are a werewolf pack. Everything has been going great until Tony starts developing some new feelings toward their Alpha that could lead to a dangerous situation.

Turn Around (Three Times Before Lying Down) by kellifer_fic: Everyone knows that Tony Stark is a playboy, billionaire philanthropist, but what they don’t know is that he’s also a werewolf. When a government agency known as SHIELD finds out, they use this information to force Tony’s hand and bring him into a new elite lycan field team, codename The Avengers Initiative.Suddenly Tony finds himself playing host to a bunch of lycans, a misplaced God of Thunder and an experimental supersoldier that isn’t as dead as everyone assumed. Can his week get any worse?

For the werewolf has sympathy by putthechocolatedown: Tony reached a shaking hand forward and parted the foliage. At first, he didn’t see anything, but a flash of gold near a rocky enclave caught his eye. Swallowing some saliva, Tony raised his eyes to the man on the rock. He gasped in surprise and took a startled step backwards, making to run.“Wait!” cried the man, tail (tail!) swishing behind him. As he drew closer Tony noticed he didn’t actually have feet, but instead paws and hands with tipped claws. And in the place of teeth were razor sharp fangs.Tony backed up as fast as he could, but tripped over his armour. He hit the ground, head smashing against the foliage. The last thing he saw was the colour gold enveloping him. He couldn’t help but think about how warm it was.***Tony gets stuck in the Savage Land and meets a wolfman named Steve and his pack.

Owned to Belong by AllieBC:  In a universe where shape shifters live among humans, life has become suddenly very difficult. New laws requiring human handlers to register shifters as property, for the safety of mankind, have left many half beasts feeling oppressed. Tony Stark, a shape shifter from a wealthy family, is no exception to the law.

What Lies Inside by Penumbren:  When the Avengers discover Captain America in the Arctic sea, they find more than just a new team member: Tony Stark discovers his fated mate. The problem is, Steve Rogers is a man out of his own time and apparently straight, and Tony’s not about to force anything on the man he loves–even if it means his own death. Besides, Tony’s spent his entire life keeping secrets. How can he possibly tell Steve that he’s really Iron Man, let alone a werewolf?

You Know Where to Find Me by @asparrowsfall:  After an Avengers mission goes awry, Steve takes a leave of absence from the team, and he and Tony part on bad terms. But then Steve gets turned into a werewolf, and he finds his shapeshifting linked to his feelings about Tony, who’s had a terrible accident. If Steve never sees Tony again, will he be stuck in wolf form forever?A closely-canon compliant 616 Capwolf story.

Sure Signs of Sanity by CrimesofaDeadpool:  Steve’s a shifter. And sure maybe a Golden Retriever isn’t the fiercest animal out there to be able to shift into, but he likes it just fine. And the cute brunet at the park seems to like it too. Now if only he could just get up the courage to speak to him in person so that Bucky will stop laughing at him.

Finders Keepers by MarvelousMenagerie:  Tony finds Steve’s shield in the woods while on his way to their lunch date. CapWolf has taken a quick run around the forest, and he isn’t prepared for the way his Little Red Riding Hood is dressed.

Captain America: Super Puppy by tellxmebby: Alternatively, “Why There’s a Picture of a Puppy in the Avengers Official Scrapbook”.AKA that time Steve Rogers got turned into a four-month-old golden retriever by an alien yielding a magic ray gun.

For the Love of Musk by orphan_account: Steve has a fetish for a particular odor. One night, much to his joy, Tony reeks of it.An ABO fic in which Steve is an anthropomorphic dog and Tony is an anthropomorphic cat.

Accidents Happen by Pearl_Unplanned:  Of course it’s when Steve’s finally worked up the courage to ask Tony out, he has to go and unlock the clearly locked lab… The project that Tony had been working on has some rather interesting effects.

That Feline Beat by Tito11: Presenting Steve and Tony in the Aristocats!AUTony and his three kittens have been kidnapped from their fancy Upper East Side apartment while their owners are away and deposited on the mean streets of Harlem. Unsure of where they are or how to get back home, they’ll have to rely on street cat Steve to guide them. Will they get home safely? Will Tony’s fear of abandonment cause him to drive away the best tomcat he’s ever known? Only time will tell.

A Purrfectly Apawling Catastrophe by @pensversusswords:  In which Steve accidentally learns a secret about Tony, and that werekittens are an actual thing. Seriously.

Can’t Stop Thinking About You (You’re Too Purrfect) by Fluffypanda:  Tony finds out why using the excuse that he’s not into dudes to reject the God of Mischief is a bad idea. Or He really learns that he should be more careful with his words. He also might realize how much he thinks about Steve. Maybe. There is a river in Egypt Tony is still quite familiar with.

Wet Whiskers by antigrav_vector: When Iron Man is hit by a stray spell and latches onto Steve for the duration… well. Things happen.Mostly fluff. Fluff happens.And some identity porn.

A Bit Fishy by AnonEhouse: Tony annoys Namor who turns Tony and Steve into fish. Specifically, Tony Shark and Steve Remora. They belong together, what can I say?Happy ending for everyone except a few fish that Tony eats.

SMITTEN KITTEN by @not-close-to-straight: Kitty!Tony, Lion!Steve and Wolf!Bucky!– not an ABO fic, even though some people think so because I refer to Steve and Bucky as ALPHA shifters. Thats just because they are super scary also has a Dragon!Natasha and Hawk!Clint and Bear!Rhodey!  (thanks to @ajanamyth for the suggestion!)

Daddy’s treasures.

Hi there! This is a short blurb that came to my mind today morning and I needed to bring it to life (It involves dad Harry, and, who doesn’t love dad Harry?)

A reminder: Requests are opened

Enjoy :) !!!



“Daddy, it’s my turn to hide. Close your eyes.” The three year-old girl giggled as she grabbed her father’s hands and tried to bring them to his eyes “C’mon daddy, help me! your hands are very big.” Harry chuckled at the cute little frown settled on her chubby face, as she shook his arms in impatience “Okay, okay.” He obeyed his daughter’s demand, thinking to himself that bossiness was one of the many features she had inherited from her mother, you. The next thing he sensed was the continuous sound of her tiny shoes hitting against the grass, as she run towards her next hiding spot.

You were sitting in a deck chair, looking over the scrapbook Harry had made for your third year as a mother. The paper squares that captured your first steps as parents of a beautiful baby girl, along with the cheesy captions written below, melted your heart. You were so captivated by the images, that the sudden snuggle from your daughter made you flinch “Hey sweetie, what are you doing?” She didn’t give any answer, instead, she curled up in the gap your cross-legged position offered. “Sydney, what’s up, could you tell Mommy?” “I’m hiding from Daddy. He’ll never find me.“ You couldn’t help but laugh when she playfully stuck out her tongue.   

“Are you ready Syd?” Harry shouted from one corner of the garden, to which she replied with a loud, long “Yep!” He got up from his sitting position and stretched his limbs before heading to look for his princess “Mmmm, where can you be?” he muttered as he moved his head from one side to the other, scanning the area. A wide dimpled grin made its home in his face when he spotted a mess of little curls in between your legs. As he got nearer to you both, the high innocent giggles of the child became better audible, confirming his guess. “Mommy is he around?” Sydney whispered, playing with the ties of you shorts. You looked at Harry, biting your lip in an attempt to not chuckle, in return, he winked at you “Love, have you got any idea of where our baby is?” “No, not at all” You felt Sydney leave a light kiss on your thigh, thanking you for not giving her away “She’s really good at this, isn’t she?” “Absolutely” Harry crawled silently until he was right beside the improvised nest your legs made for your daughter. Sydney didn’t even notice as she was too distracted with the colourful ties “Hold on Love, I… think… I… found her!” He took her out from where her small figure rested and rose her up to the sky. The chocolate-eyed girl kicked her legs in the air as loud guffaws broke out from her mouth. When she landed she run towards you to give you a hug “Thanks for helping me Mommy, I love ya.” She spread little kisses all over your face.

The sight Harry had right in front of his eyes brought him goosebumps. Before Sydney’s arrival, three years ago, he didn’t think he could be happier than he was just with you. He reckoned he was at peak of most joy in his life, that nothing was left. Then his little angel came into his life and proved him wrong. The first time he holded her in between his arms his heartbeat rose like never before. Everything about her was tiny and delicate and he couldn’t believe how such a small creature could bring that huge amount of happiness and love. You weren’t less for him; bliss stepped first into his life thanks to you. You two met at college, where he came from an environment of hate and harassment towards him in behalf of his classmates, in other words, he had been bullied. You helped him get over that dark past and returned him the confidence he had lost. You loved him when he was at his lowest and took him out of the spiral of sadness he was in. You were his most beautiful and valuable treasure until Sydney showed up, then she joined the club.

He felt the luckiest man in the world.

That was when he decided to bring the idea constantly settled at the back of his mind to life.

“My loves, I’ll be right back.”

[Few days later]

Harry came back from another day at the park with Sydney. He was placing all the toys they took with them back in their box when she let go of his grip and run to the garden where you were swimming “Baby girl be careful, don’t run that fast.” He interrupted his activity to look after her “Daddy let’s join Mommy, pleaaase.” She begged with puppy eyes “Yeah Hazz, what are you waiting for?” you insisted.

He grabbed Sydney by the hand and took her to her room where he changed her clothing for a swimsuit; he later did the same with his. 

Once in his father’s arms, she noticed a foreign spot in the middle of his clean skin “Daddy, what’s that? Did you stain yourself playing with the markers?” She touched the words with her silky pads “No sweetie. It’s a tattoo.” She gave him a confused look “It’s something you draw on your skin which, most of the times, is meaningful” She brought her thumb to her mouth as she studied it “Have you got any idea of what it is?” “Of course Daddy, I’m a very clever girl.” He chuckled “Okay tell me” The naive child opened her eyes wide, as she realised she hadn’t an answer “Ehh… I dunno.” He gave a loving stroke to her cheek and later placed a kiss on it “It’s yours and Mommy’s name. And it’s located at the area where my heart is because you both are always in my heart.” She blushed and nuzzled in his chest, giggling “I like it very much.” He tickled her tummy,

“And you know what? the best part is that it’ll last forever, just as my love for you two”


MASTERLIST.

Isaac Lahey Imagine- If I Die Young

Anon- Can you do an imagine where the reader is dating Isaac and like they love each other and when their fighting the Nogitsune she dies instead of Aiden and Instead of Isaac being there he would be inside the school with Lydia and the others. Then when Lydia runs outside Isaac runs too and then he sees the readers dead body and you can do the rest? Sorry this is long.

Author’s Note- Sorry if this didn’t turn out the way you wanted it, but I was trying to make it as sad as I could so I focused more on memories rather than the build up of the reader’s death. I also made it so both Allison and Aiden didn’t die. I hope you enjoy x

Masterlist

The last day of your life, at seventeen. Death is unavoidable, but it came too soon for Y/F/N. Of course you knew your time was limited, like everyone else’s on earth and yet still it’s a shock when it happens to us and the people we hold close to our hearts. You never know what day could be your last and sometimes that never quite sinks in.

“I’m here to save my best friend” Allison said heroically, you’d always admire her for her strength. “Remember what we agreed?” Isaac asked sternly. “I’m not waiting in the car, I’m not sitting around doing nothing while two of my best friends are in there dying!” you exclaimed, forever feeling weak. “I promised to keep you safe, get in the car now!” he shouted. “You know what, fuck you Isaac!” you didn’t know where that anger came from, but you knew deep down he was doing the best he could to protect you. Regardless, you stormed back into the car and slammed the door shut, Isaac locking it behind you. He blew a kiss at you through the window, you rolled your eyes but pretended to catch it anyway with an involuntary smile on your face. They all then split off, some to find Lydia and Stiles, some to help fight off the Oni. You were sitting in the car for what seemed like hours, hearing the sound of growls and swords. That’s when you saw Ethan, Aiden and Derek walking towards Void Stiles, who was guarded by more Oni soldiers. “It’s silver, silver kills them!” you heard Allison shout, but you noticed the other three didn’t hear as they began to fight. Without hesitation you began to pull on the door handle but you were completely locked in. You noticed one of the windows at the back was slightly open and so easier to break, you climbed over and began to kick it with all your force until it eventually broke. You then proceeded to climb out, ignoring the cuts you got from the shattered glass. You pried open the trunk of the car and took out one of Argent’s guns and ensured you picked up the silver bullets, you loaded it before following the three of them. “Y/N! Get out of here!” Derek shouted, as a sword sliced his back. You ignored him and ran down the stairs before shooting the Oni in the chest with a bullet and watched as it immersed into green smoke. The four of you shared a small moment of optimism and hope, until the worst thing imaginable happened. “Y/n move” Aiden shouted, but it was too late. They watched as a sword was being pulled from your stomach, before Void Stiles and the remaining Oni disappeared. Derek managed to catch you as you fell to the ground. It didn’t hurt and that’s what scared you. Allison and Kira ran down to you all, both of them devastated by what they were seeing. “Oh my god” Allison gasped, covering her mouth with the sleeve of her jacket as she stood there crying at your motionless body. Lydia’s shill scream echoed through the heads of the werewolves, before her, Scott and Isaac ran out of the building. “No” Isaac said with a weak whisper upon seeing everyone crying around someone. “NO!” He shouted as he ran down the stairs to you. He dropped onto his knees as his heart sank, he cradled you in his arms as Derek stood up. Scott and Lydia walked over hand in hand, joining the others during such a sombre moment in all of your lives. Your shaky hand reached out and cupped Isaac’s cheeks, as his tears dripped down his face. You smiled softly, but this time it was different, your face smiled but your eyes did not. “Please don’t leave me” he cried. “I love you, Isaac Lahey” you managed to say. “I love you” he said softly as you took your last breath. He began screaming your name as your eyes fluttered closed, he clung onto your body until he had to be pried off hours later by the paramedics, but it was already too late. You were gone. 

Isaac slowly approached the front of the church, a crumpled piece of paper in his hand. He unravelled it and swallowed thickly before beginning the speech he never thought he’d have to give so soon for the girl he loved. “The hardest part of losing someone isn’t having to say goodbye but having to live without them. Spending the rest of your own life, trying to fill the void and emptiness that’s left in your heart as theirs stops beating. Before I met Y/n my life was grey and I was lost in an abyss of nothingness, but she brought colour to my life and feelings I thought I’d never experience and now I watch as that colour slowly fades back to grey- because I’m nothing without her. Death no longer scares me, but a life without her does. Believe me when I say, not a second goes by where I don’t think about that day. The day I lost the one person that has loved me as much as I loved them. Y/n gave me so many memories, some of my happiest and saddest but I wouldn’t change a single moment of them. I wish I would have told her this while, while- she was still alive. Death leaves a heartache that no one can heal but love leaves a memory no one can ever steal. I love you Y/F/N, I always have and I always will and I hope you find peace and a way to forgive me” Isaac began to get chocked up, until he couldn’t say anything more. He wiped his eyes and left the stand, hanging his head with the emotions he felt.

When Isaac arrived back in his seat, he zoned out and remembered the exact moment he realised he loved you. His dad had just beat the crap out of him and you heard from next door. You opened your bedroom window and climbed onto the part of the roof that connected both of your houses together. He was already sitting there, his head in his hands. You didn’t need to say anything, you just needed to be the shoulder he would cry on. “Shhh” you soothed as you heard a sob escape his mouth. “I hate him, so fucking much” he whispered harshly. “Come on” you said, lifting his head up. “What?” he asked, looking at you quizzically. “We’re going out” you told. “It’s 1am?” he said confused. “So?” you said with a smirk, taking his hand and helping him up. He shook his head and smiled, before going down the drainpipe. You followed shortly behind and he caught you as you got close to the floor. “Where are we going exactly?” he questioned. “Anywhere” you claimed. After half an hour of aimlessly wondering around the streets of Beacon Hills you came across an empty park, you’d been there a few times when you were little. You guided him over to the swing set and sat down, gently rocking. “Y/n” he suddenly said, you could tell by the tone of his voice that something was bothering him. “Yeah?” you asked, looking at him. “You’re the only person that’s been there for me, through all the shit that’s happened in my life and I don’t think I’ve ever thanked you for it” he rambled. “You don’t have to thank me, because I know how much it means to you” you smiled sympathetically. Sometimes his eyes reflected the sorrow he felt and it was truly upsetting to see. “I’m always going to be here. Forever and always” you continued, a promise you made when his mom passed away. In that moment, he realised something that had literally been staring him in the face. “I love you, as more than a best friend” he randomly blurted out. You couldn’t ignore the goose bumps that rose on your skin or the missed beat by your heart as you stared back at him. “I do too, but-” you began. “But as a friend” he finished for you, as his head dropped. “As more than a friend actually, but we’ll never be anything more” you claimed, sadness in your voice. “Why are you afraid to love me? Because everyone else I’ve loved dies, moves away or ends up hating me?” his biggest fear was always rejection. “I’m not afraid to love you Isaac. I’m only afraid to lose you” you said softly. “You wont lose me, we’ve been best friends for years and you’ve still got me” he cupped your cheeks gently. ”I just don’t want things to change” you sobbed, looking up at his blue eyes. “Change can be a good thing” he barely finished his sentences before you pressed your lips to his and wrapped your arms around his neck, like you were never going to let go. It was worth the wait, but who knew he would be your first and last love?

With the last of Lydia’s strength through all of her hurt, she stood up and approached the front with Allison. You had been friends forever and it was a horrible feeling having to let go of someone you thought would be with you forever, with the supernatural involved or not this was never how it was supposed to end. They began their speech together, taking it in turns to say something about your loss. “Your life still matters, even when you’re gone. Y/n still matters, she always has and she always will.The good die young because God needs them. He needs her. But so do we, I need her. Goodbyes hurt the most when people leave without saying them, and we all have to learn to accept that we’ll never hear one or have the chance to say goodbye for the last time. She was too pure for this hell we call life, but she was also too young to be taken so soon in such a tragic way. Today is one of those days where I wish I was a little girl, who could just crawl into my mother’s lap and cry until the hurt goes away. But I cant and even then I don’t believe the pain will ever go away. Y/n was a beautiful girl, she still is and I know she wouldn’t want to see us mourn forever. She was a firm believer in moving forward and as hard as it is, we have to try and do the same, if not for us, then for her. Her memory will forever live on and a piece of her extraordinary soul will be embedded in each of us. Thank you” Allison and Lydia were weeping as they walked back to their seats. They took their places beside Scott and Stiles and every pack member were met with their memories of you playing over in their minds, for the rest of your funeral.

Four months later

Lydia finished arranging a bunch of your favourite flowers on your grave, before standing up and meeting Allison’s tight embrace. There everyone stood: Scott, Stiles, Kira, Lydia, Allison, Ethan, Aiden, Derek- and Isaac. They visited you every chance they got, sometimes they’d visit on their own and talk to your gravestone for hours or they’d bring a fresh bunch of flowers. “I miss her” Stiles announced. He smiled for a second, remembering the time you would make him dress up as a princess when you were little. “We all do” Scott continued, remembering all the times you’d let him vent his anger to you, just before a full moon, to stop him from doing anything crazy. “Are you guys ready?” Kira asked softly, she hadn’t known you long but you had a huge impact on her life. They all said goodbye to you, before heading back to their cars. “ You coming?” Derek asked, noticing Isaac was still kneeling on the floor. “I’ll meet up with you guys later” he said. He waited until the others left to place a necklace down. Before you died, he had one engraved to celebrate your anniversary but he never had the chance to give it to you. For months it was sitting on his desk, but his grief was eating away at him. He stayed there for hours after. Some people thought Isaac never got over your death, others say he never will. But for now he clung to the image of being reunited with you one day, where you will be together. Forever.

I don’t know if I like this, thoughts? Requests are closed for now x

Word Count: 3122
Author’s Note: I had two Scotty requests come in nearly back to back. One was for ‘Scotty lovin’, and the other, from @hesgonnalovethis requested a fic where the reader was younger than Scotty, and had to convince him the age difference wasn’t a terrible thing. I hope I’ve met both these requests in this fic. Enjoy!
P.S. Ensign Stabby is not my original idea. I saw one of the many ‘humans are the scariest aliens’ posts a while ago that referenced Ensign Stabby, and thought it was exactly the kind of shenanigans they would get up to in Engineering. So please know that I totally borrowed that, and credit belongs elsewhere!!!


The Enterprise was the most coveted assignment in the entire fleet, and you’d managed to pull an assignment on the ship as your very first out of the Academy. You couldn’t have been more thrilled. Or at least, you thought you couldn’t be more thrilled. Then you met your supervisor, and you were even more excited. Chief Engineer Montgomery Scott was a rising star in Starfleet, and was approaching living legend status, just as most of the other senior crew were.

You reported to Engineering and were astonished to discover the man himself waiting to welcome you.

“Ensign Y/L/N?” He asked, as you walked into Engineering. You nodded. “Welcome to the Enterprise. I expect you’ll want to settle into your quarters? Follow me.”

He led you to your room, firing off random information about the ship as the fixtures in the halls prompted him. He keyed in the authorization to open your quarters, and showed you in.

“These are your quarters. Keenser’s are on your left and Kevin’s are on your right. You’ll learn to not mind Kevin, he has a thing against pants. Your replicator has standard programming, but I’m sure you figured out how to rig them in your first year at the Academy. If you’re having problems with getting it set for your preferences, I can give you a hand,” he rambled. He almost seemed nervous. “Laundry and housekeeping bots come through on odd days. Keep an eye out for Ensign Stabby.”

“Ensign Stabby?” You echoed.

“It’s a floor cleaning robot, and a group of junior engineers thought it would be amusing to equip it with a blade,” Scotty explained, lifting the cuff of his pants slightly. There was a sharp tear in the leather of his boot.

“And you call it Ensign Stabby?” You wrinkled your brow.

“He’s a right ornery wee bastard, too,” Scotty nodded. You shook your head and sighed. It seemed the Enterprise wasn’t that much different that the Engineering dorms at the Academy.

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ink-stained memories // reggie mantle soulmate au pt4

Ink-Stained Memories (Part 4 to Ink-Stained Skin)

Ink-Stained Masterlist

Summary: Distance can sometimes be a good thing.

Words: 1.1k

Masterlist

“Dude, can you turn that down? It’s really not helping.” Reggie grumbled, lifting his head from against the car window.

The chords to ‘Only Love’ by Ben Howard rang through his ears as Chuck increased the volume with a smug grin on his face. In that instant, Reggie suddenly regret agreeing on going on the road trip with his idiot friend and his closeted friend.

“What was that? Start the song again? No worries, man. I got ‘chu.” Chuck smirked and as loudly as the duo possibly could, they began singing along to the lyrics. It was a sight Reggie never expected to see. His two best friends shouting the lyrics to a Ben Howard song at each other.

“Reggie, you’re with me, always around me. RE-JEC-TED.” Chuck sung, earning a few looks from the car next to them at the stoplight. With one swift motion, both Moose and Chuck turned around to face Reggie with smirks playing across their faces, lifting their fingers up and pointing it at him.

“RE-JEC-TED.”

The group sat around the breakfast bar in the Andrews kitchen, discussing the events that had lead to the distance between (Y/N) and Reggie. They had spent the entire night prior discussing what they had been currently discussing. Archie’s faced tugged into a smile as he noticed his best friend gazing out, stuck in her daydream.

“(L/N), what are you thinking about?” he asked, gaining her attention immediately.

“I’m pushing away my soulmate, for what reason?” she groaned, taking her friends by surprised. She had stayed silent for most of the time they had been at the Andrews household.

“You’re scared of getting hurt and we all understand and even Reggie will understand. Stop overthinking it, (Y/N), it’s not healthy to overthink.” Veronica sighed, approaching her friend slowly.

“Because I’m scared of getting hurt? But, he’s my soulmate, he can’t hurt me too badly and he possibly couldn’t break my heart because wether we like it or not, we’ve been bound together from birth and we’ll be bound together til death. Anyways, lemme at the food.”

Pushing herself up and leaning forward, (Y/N) grabbed the pancake from Archie’s plate. She looked around and saw her friends gawking at her with their eyebrows raised “What? Just because I’m sad doesn’t mean I can’t eat pancakes. It actually just gives me extra reason to steal your food.”

The trio sat atop of the hood of Moose’s car, watching the sunset from the distance. Reggie’s mind wandered back to Riverdale and to (Y/N). He wondered if she was seeing the same sunset the same colour that painted the sky her favourite shade of orange and the more he thought the more he longed to return home and see her. The further he was away from her, the stronger the pull towards her felt. He began to think whether the pull had always been there or if it began the moment he realised it was her.

“Dude, she literally calls you Reginald.”

“And?” His voice was laced with confusion.

“You’d punch me if I even attempted to call you Reginald.” Chuck frowned

The memory of his previous conversation with Chuck was enough to fill him with adrenaline. He pushed himself up and rushed towards the passenger’s side of his friends car and frantically searched through the glove box for a pen or a marker.

Before he even pressed the ink to his skin, he noticed the words scribbled on his arm in the tiniest writing he had ever seen.

'reginald, for years people have been searching for a cure for sadness, something that would cure the emptiness they felt on the inside. shamefully, i was one of those people. note the past tense, that’s important. it’s not present tense bcos ive found my own personal cure for the sadness i sometimes feel. everyone is allowed a down day once in awhile but once i looked into ur eyes, the eyes that glow my favourite shade of sunset orange when u smile, the sadness seemed to melt away and im sorry if i pushed u away, im scared, reginald. no im terrified bcos we’re too similar for our own good and im terrified that i’ll do something wrong and push you away and u wont be there anymore.’

Reggie gazed at his arm, rereading the words that she had written in an attempt of saving the words in his memory. His emotion ran high as he fought back the tears, as a way to save getting teased by his two best friends. Reggie knew that (Y/N)’s words was only the beginning of their ink-stained memories.

Moose and Chuck watched from the outside as Reggie ran his fingers through the ink that stained most of his forearm. Despite their tough exterior, the two could sense the sadness that pulsed through their friend and their captain, they had known Reggie for the longest time and he hadn’t truly shown emotion in front of them until he found out (Y/N) was his soulmate. Despite their need to tease, they realised that it wasn’t an appropriate time and looked at each other, in order to confirm their thoughts.

“Do you think our soulmates will affect us as bad as it has with Reg?” Moose asked, his lips pulling into a frown.

For the first time in his life, Chuck’s words seemed to make sense “Soulmates aren’t easy, Moose. It’s harder for Mantle, he can feel everything she feels, her bruises appear on his skin, they are basically one person, whereas with our soulmates, we are each other’s half, we form one whole once found but ever since birth they have always been one.”

“Dude, I didn’t need a deep answer, a yes or no would’ve been fine.”

Archie’s arm flung onto the back of the booth as he slid in, gaining the seat opposite from (Y/N). Her eyes lit up at the sight of  the flamed hair boy opposite her and the rest of her friends approaching. “What’ve you got there?” Kevin’s head nodded towards her right forearm.

“I took Ronnie’s advice and wrote down my thoughts to Reggie. It’s corny and I hate myself for writing it but it’s what I was thinking.” (Y/N) turned to face Veronica who was sat next to her blonde friend “If he teases me for being corny, I’ll forever hate you Veronica Lodge.”

“I’m guessing you two are on good terms now?” Archie raised an eyebrow.

“Mantle’s been whipped for (Y/N) since he first found out. Of course they’re okay.” Kevin rolled his eyes “So tell me, when’s the dick appointment?”

The entire booth burst out into laughter which soon came to a halt as Reggie stood in front of them, soaked through from the rain outside, his breathing hard and heavy. “Did you mean that? Did you mean those words?”

“Reggie, aren’t you meant to be with Moose and Chuck?” Archie raised his eyebrow.

“Did you run here?” (Y/N) asked, her eyes never leaving his.

“Did. You. Mean. Them?” he spoke slowly as he tried to regain his breathing.

“Of course, I did.”

“You’re unbelievably cheesy,” he grinned

“I hate you so, so much, Reginald Mantle.”

“I beg to differ.”

Rye & Lies | 2

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Part 1

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Smut, Angst & Slight fluff?
Word count: 7,562

Summary: You’re all kinds of perfect and he wants to get close to you, whether it be physically or emotionally… Preferably both. 


The coffee maker gurgles and puffs steam, brewing a fresh pot of dark roast that’s ready before Dongmin emerges from the bedroom. The bread in the toaster crisps and pops by the time he seats himself in his usual chair at the table and when you have it buttered and set before him with his mug, he’s already engrossed in the morning news articles on his phone.

This is routine, or at least it is when he’s home in the mornings, and you robotically go through the steps for the half hour before he leaves for work.

There’s rarely any conversation, but when there is it’s mostly from your end, only ever garnering a grunt or curt response from your husband. He’s always too preoccupied to give you much of his attention and quite frankly you’ve grown used to it, so it no longer phases you.

Today, however, you are caught off guard when he clears his throat and stares over at you until you’re peeking up at him with confused yet curious eyes, mind racing with thoughts about what he could possibly have to say.

“My cousin is in town,” he takes a sip of his coffee “My father wants the family to gather for dinner to welcome him back, so make sure to clear your schedule next Friday.”

You thought about it briefly, trying to recall which cousin he was talking about and if you’d ever met him.

“Is this the cousin who wasn’t able to attend our wedding?” You ask.

Dongmin nods “Mhm,” He glances back down at his phone, takes one last bite of his food and pushes out of the chair “I have to go.”

“Okay.”

Nothing more is said about the matter. What Dongmin says, goes. Especially so when it’s a relayed request from his father.

You know by now not to put up a stink about doing this and that; attending galas or awkward and unnecessary ‘family dinners’ that always end up with more than one person’s feathers ruffled. You can’t say you dislike it completely though because these gatherings are the only times when Dongmin shows you the slightest affection; placing kisses upon your lips, holding your hand and on the rare occasion, letting an ‘I love you’ slip.

It was all bittersweet. For the briefest of moments, you could fool yourself into thinking his actions and endearing words held some truth, yet the wiser side of you knew it was all for show.

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