the why we broke up project

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“Any claims of a direct North Korean threat to the United States is ludicrous bullshit. They have no weapons capable of reaching anywhere within thousands of miles of the United States, and are years away from developing it, at best. Even if they reach that goal — which their very uneven history of missile tests indicates will be very difficult — they would still have thousands of fewer weapons than we do.

Any launch of that sort would represent an act of mortal desperation — again, it would be totally delusional to launch it offensively. Cable news is a much bigger threat to U.S. security than North Korea ever will be.

So if North Korea’s military threat is totally derived from their desire to preclude a US attack why not negotiate a peace between our country and theirs? If they had that sort of assurance we could both back away from the brink and perhaps even provide space for an opening in North Korean society.

Conventional wisdom answers that the North Koreans have reneged on every agreement ever made with them. But if the “crazy” claims are an example of gaslighting, this answer is a textbook case of projection. It’s not the North Koreans who have betrayed past agreements, but the United States. To cover this up we repeat the same racist logic we used against Native Americans — we broke the treaties, but they were the “Indian givers.””

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Mistletoe

Pairings: Reader x Tony

Requested By @aymayzing: Reader x Tony where everybody tries to get them together by hanging mistletoe everywhere but fail miserably. Tony joins chat and says that the plan was stupid cuz she would never feel for him the way he feels for her than Reader joins chat Thank You!            


Scott has created a chatroom.

Scott has added Loki.

Scott: You have magic, right? You can do all those tricks and illusions.

Loki: It is not mere tricks! It is complicated and far beyond your mortal comprehension.

Scott: Uh huh cool. So can you lure Y/N and Tony under some of the mistletoe being put up?

Loki: Why would I help you?

Scott: Please…?

Loki: Well, since you asked nicely.

Scott: Really?

Loki: No. I am not obligated to do anything for you. Why are you even here? I leave to conquer Asgard and the team adopts some insect.

Scott: Upset that they replaced a cockroach with an ant? It’s an upgrade if you ask me.

Loki: I am cursing you.

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Affair (C. Evan’s Imagine PT.2)

Summary : Your best friend Chris Evans is set to be married to his long time girlfriend. You would be over the top thrilled if you hadn’t slept together in a night of passion. What will happen to your friendship?

Author : Ash

A/N : I listened to AJR “Weak” on repeat while I wrote this chapter. This is continuation of “ Imagine Having a One Night Stand With Your Best Friend, Chris Evans.”

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5 Days Ago

“You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about what it would be like” Chris spoke with a seductive tone. He took a long sip from his beer, eyeing you up and down. There was a different spark behind those usual playfully blue eyes. 

You scoffed in a mocking tone as you ran your hand through your hair letting out a deep breath. Of course, you and Chris always danced around the idea of what it would be like to sleep together.  But you had a feeling this time wasn’t just a “what if”.

“Of course I have, you meatball, but you are engaged. Even if you and Liz are fighting, she always comes around. Plus, remember winter formal in 10th grade? Our failed attempt to loose our virginity? ” You giggled and turned to look at him. You eyed him up an down. 

He let out a soft chuckle shaking his head at the cringe worthy memory. His eyes turned back to you. Fixated on you. His eyes darted from your lips to your eyes and back again. 

“What?” You asked as if you were trying to read his mind. Your eyes searching his face, trying to describe that hunger in his eyes.  

“You are just so fucking beautiful, (Y/N).” he whispered as he sat his beer on the table leaning closer and cupping your cheek in his face. 

You both took a deep breath. You could feel the breath hitch in your chest. Swallowing the lump in your throat, wondering if any moment would the butterflies fly out and show how nervous you were. You shook your head and hung it down trying to compose yourself. 

“Ch..Chris, we…we” before you could finish Chris cut you off with a kiss. The kind of kiss that makes you wonder how in the hell you ever lived without it. The kind of kiss that just melts your bodies in perfect harmony. You both moaned into each other’s mouth,  your hands wrapping around his neck as his fingers gripped your waist.  

You both whimpered as you pulled away taking a much needed breath. “I’m sorry. It’s just with the wedding coming up, and the fight tonight I’m starting to wonder if I’m making the right choice. Starting to wonder what it would be like between us.”

He traced your bottom lip with his finger. You swallowed back a gasp as you took his hand in yours. “ That’s probably the alcohol talking, we should probably call it a night.” You said as you got up to discard the empty beer bottles on your table.

Chris caught your wrist, startling you. He picked you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. Your hands wrapping there way around his neck as he placed you against the wall. His hands moving over your body. His chest keeping you supported as he explored.

“(Y/N), I love you. One night, that’s all I ask. We’ll blame it on the alcohol. I just have to know. “ he whispered in your ear. You felt shivers run down your spine. 

“One night.” You whispered back.

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Another Sad Love Song

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imagine #2 part #2

Hi guys! Sorry I haven’t uploaded. School is kicking my ass but I’ll try to post more with longer parts. Hope you enjoy! 



Days had gone by. I did all I could possibly do to avoid Auston. If a friend would invite me for lunch I had to make sure Auston wouldn’t be there or any way Auston could somehow show up where we were at for me to even go out, all without dropping hints that something happened. I changed my route to school because I knew for sure I would run into Auston on the daily. I was basically in constant fear I had to be face to face with the man who broke my heart. Finally it took about a week or so for our mutual friends to wonder why I wouldn’t hangout with them anymore. I lied to them saying that I had some random school project that was stressing me out. They all decided to surprise me by waiting for me to get out of class and “kidnap” me. It was actually a very kind gesture that I really appreciated because it took my mind off of Auston. We all went to go eat at my favorite restaurant, we went to see a movie, and we even went bowling. For the first time in a long time I genuinely felt happy. They told me they had more surprises for me. They insisted on blindfolding me to “enhance the experience”, which I did just so they would shut up. We drove for about 15 minutes. They helped me get out of the car safely and also made sure I wouldn’t crack my head on the way up the stairs. One of them knocked and then I heard a door being opened. They lead me in and told me to take off my blindfold at the count of 3. 

“1, 2, 3!” they cheered. And I took off my blindfold and saw that we were at my apartment. I thought how in the world did they get in? I saw balloons, goodies and sweets, a couple of beer cases, and non other than Auston Matthews. Then I realized how they got in. I gave Auston a key when we first started “dating”. I was still so happy from the very kind gesture my friends were doing for me but it was so hard keeping my smile up once I saw Auston. 

“Wow” I said still amazed and ignoring Auston. 

“Do you like it?” one friend asked.

“Ya, I love it, and I love all of you guys. Thank you for today it really meant a lot” I said to them.  

“Oh great! We were really hoping you’d like it. We even got Mr Auston Matthews here to get some free time to spend it with us and not the ‘love of his life’ ” one friend joked. We all laughed and Auston just looked annoyingly at the friend. They all chimed in comments like “Loved Boy” or “Soon to be married Matthews”. They didn’t mean to hurt me, but those comments really stung me. Hard. 

“Im going to go get fresh air” I told them and I stepped into the cold Toronto air. As soon as I closed the door tears came flying down from my eyes. All I could hear was the distant noise of people chattering, the cold wind, and my sobbing. I couldn’t take it much longer. He’s in love with someone else. Not me. I just had to accept it the way it was. As much as it hurt, I wanted him to do what made him the happiest. I quickly tried to stop crying, I fixed my makeup and took out my phone to see if I didn’t look like I was balling my eyes out just a few seconds ago. Right as I was about to stand up from where I was sitting, one of Auston and I’s mutual friend, Mitch Marner, came out and joined me. He could quickly tell what I was doing outside. He didn’t say anything, instead he hugged me. Again, since Im such a crybaby, I began to cry. He whispered to me that everything was going to be ok, and that he wouldn’t leave me until I let it all out so I could enjoy the rest of the night. A couple minutes later I stopped crying. And we stayed there in silence. 

“So do you want to talk about it?” Mitch asked after a couple of minutes. 

“Im not quite sure if this is the right time” I told him. 

“Well you know I heard that of you tell someone what’s making you feel sad that you’ll feel better after telling them” Mitch tried to convince me to tell him what the hell is making me sad after what a wonderful day we all just had. After thinking for a while, I was prepared to finally tell him, since all he was trying to do was be a good friend, when the door opened and out our friend yelled at us to go back inside or else we would die of hypothermia. 

I could easily tell that they were all slightly drunk with the exception of a very quiet and slightly annoyed Auston. 

“Ok, ok were going. Jesus Christ calm down” Mitch told them. He helped me get up and whispered in my ear, reminding me that we weren’t done with our conversation. We got in and I was immediately handed a beer. I quickly shot it down so that I forget why I got sad after such an amazing day. On my third beer, Auston announced that he was leaving. Grumbling and nagging began to arise. Our friends were teasing him that he had to return home to the “Mrs” which Auston simply rolled his eyes at. I was starting to get too drunk to even make a remark of the comments. Right as Auston was about to close the door I caught him starring at me. Which I then , due to my drunkenness, flipped him off which made all our equally drunk friends laugh at my actions to him. I saw him smirk slightly before shutting the door leaving me with a night to regret in the morning. 

The day after I had a pretty massive headache. That was my main goal of the night anyways. I just up to a messy empty house, praying that all my friends made it home safely. I took a shower and cleaned up the mess my friend had left me. I got a call from Mitch inviting me to brunch and so that we can continue last nights conversation. I agreed, hung up, got ready, and went to go meet him up where we had agreed to meet. I got there a tad late but luckily for me Mitch knew my regular order and ordered for me. We sat there had a bit of small talk before Mitch told me to tell him what was bothering me last night.

“Mitch, I don’t want to cry in front of all these people or even in public” I told him. I thought those excuses would get me out of telling him. 

“Come on (Y/N) don’t give me excuses. I want to know what was bothering you so that I can either fix the situation or beat up the guy who made you feel this way” he said, which made me mentally laugh at little ol'Mitch trying to beat up a much bigger Auston. 

“Ok, fine. I’ll tell you. But please don’t get mad at Auston or say anything about this to anyone even Auston” I said to him. He seemed to get mad, maybe at the thought that Auston would do something to me, but he just nodded. “Ok, so a couple months before the season ended me and Auston started to date. We didn’t want to tell anyone. So you know, as one does in a relationship, we got to know each other pretty well and I fell in love with him and I thought he was in love of me too. Summer came and you know I went to go see my parents and Auston went to see his. He didn’t call nor text me at all during the summer and I didn’t think about to much because I knew he was with his family and he was having fun. When I saw her with him when we all got back to Toronto. And when I heard him present her as his girlfriend that he adored so much, I lost it. He never wanted to let people know that we were dating nor did he want to be seen out in public aline with me. I never once heard him talk about me like the way he did about her. I confronted him, I asked him if I meant anything else to him besides a daily hook up or if our relationship meant anything to him. And he told me he only saw me as a friend that he was too in love with her. I asked him if he ever loved me the way I did to him and he said no. And for days I was avoiding you all in fear that I might see him. Sorry that I lied. And when I saw him last night it hit me again, that he never loved me, that he loves somebody else. That I just need to accept it because in the end I just want him to be happy. But, its just so hard to continue loving the person who broke your heart, its hard seeing them love another person” I finally told him with tears threatening to come out. Mitch was just in pure shock. It took him sometime to take in all the information that I just spilled.

“I need to go” he said while getting up and pulling out way too much cash for our meal and setting it down on the table.

“Mitch wait”, I grabbed on to his arm,“ please don’t tell Auston. I don’t want him to get mad or I don’t want him to end the relationship he’s in right now, he’s so happy with her. I just need to accept that” I said to the frantic boy.

“No (Y/N), I am going to go tell him what a big mistake he made and of all the pain he’s done to you, then only he can decide what to do about it” and with that he got easily out of my grip and ran off to his car. I just sat at the table in full shock. I couldn’t move or even think. I was just waiting for whatever was to happen next. 

DAY6 Imagines: Once/Twice Series’ Special Chapter (5/FINAL)

Pairing: Brian x Reader
Word count: 2,565

Read: Once is a coincidence. Twice is not. , Once is enough. Twice is too much. and Special chapter (1) , (2) , (3) & (4) first before reading this :)


“Success is the best revenge. Because they see you climbing up the ranks and they’re like ‘Oh, I messed up’” You clenched your jaw as you were listening to that familiar voice on the radio when your workmate suddenly turned it off.

Things between the both of you changed since you opened up to her. She even helped you hide when you saw Brian approaching the coffee shop few months ago. Just how she used to talk about them always, she’s now helping you ease the pain by making you go back to your senses when you’re starting to be drifted away by the stream of feels you’re having. And one of those is turning off the radio when Jae made you think their success right now is kind of a revenge for you.

Other times she’d grab your phone away from you when she catches you reading some theories and opinions from fans. A lot is blaming you, hate you for hurting Brian. Others thank you because whatever happened, it’s thanks to you that Brian gets to write these beautiful songs; even if they’re mostly painful. But the thing is, they don’t actually know that the “ex-girlfriend” that they always talk about exists. Some even talk about how you might be regretting right now for leaving him.

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Âmes soeurs

Word Count: 2,750

Chapter: 6 (1,2,3,4,5)

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Chapter 6

Mike

Today has been utter hell. He first gets assaulted by Henry Bowers, then a giant clown crawls out of a projection, and now they’re going to what the kid in the glasses refers to as the crackhead house.

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#23 The Best Friend (Harry Styles)

Hello, 

I have been going through a lot and this imagine is almost what happened to me. Instances and situations are changed to a bit but, yeah. 

Give me advice. And, if you feel I’m an idiot, let me know. 

It’s long and mature. I’ll be waiting for your response. 

“This is not working out. We go in circles again and again and again, and it’s emotionally exhausting and, I can’t deal with it anymore. I feel, we should just take some time apart, get to-”

“What? Why?” Harry burst into my room, knocking over the vase, kept on the side table. “Why are we breaking up?” He frowned and held my face in his palms.

“We aren’t…Issy and Michael are…” I giggled, kissing his lips.

“Oh, wow. Oh god. You got me all worried,” he shook his head. “I was like, I just got you back, I can’t…”

“And you aren’t,” I said, sitting on his lap and kissing his cheeks. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, again. This was important for us, I guess. We had gone through so much together and still, chosen each other.

“So, you’re making them break up, again?” He asked. I had a habit of reading out the dialogues of my characters to go through corrections and make it sound as real as possible.

“Yes, it’s getting too much for Issy,” I smiled, combing through his hair.

“Alright, okay. Get back to it. Give them a good end and, come and meet your boyfriend upstairs?” He placed me on my feet and kissed my forehead.

“I don’t understand. Why are you doing this?” I cried, sitting on the floor. He was breaking up with me, and I didn’t know why? Don’t fall in love with your best friend. Because when you break up, you lose more than just your love. And my best friend was breaking up with me and, I didn’t know the reason.

“It’s been too long? Don’t you feel so? Like we have always been together!” He laughed. He was laughing.

“You’re my best friend,” I spoke through my tears.

“Yeah, but don’t you want to, maybe know other people? Know how they are? You know me inside out, and I know you but, we don’t know how anybody else is!” He sat down on my bed.

“Apparently, I don’t since you’re doing this.”

“It’s just a break. Nothing more. We spend some time apart from each other. I’ll go live with Mike and, just get to see life without each other in our lives. Just a small break,” He was saying all this so easily.

“So, you’re basically saying that you don’t want me in your life anymore?” I frowned.

“You’re making it sound dramatic.”

“That’s what you just said!” I screamed.

“Don’t scream. We are just discussing.” I could see his palms turn into a fist.

“We aren’t though. You’re giving me your decision,” I got up from my position. I was allowing myself to be degraded by this man, who I considered my best friend, the love of my life. To only hear that he wants to see life with me not being there.

I picked up a bag and walked up to his dresser collecting my things. I was so stupid. I considered him to always be there. Chose him over others all the time and, now all our friends were the same, our lives were so tangled together, I didn’t realize he could feel claustrophobic. That is how he was feeling. I’m such an idiot. Not worth anything and, he finally, has realized that.

“You don’t have to collect all your stuff. It’s just a break,” He sighed. I could see he was trying to go through his decision.

“But, it’s not. You’re breaking up with me,” I shivered. “Don’t worry, you can be the dumper,” I threw all my books inside the bag and collected a few of my T-shirts, stole one of his. I had my stuff all over his room, I was debating on the ones I’d need in the coming weeks before, I could handle myself.

“It’s a break!” He shouted. “You’re still my best friend! You’ll always be my best friend,” He yelled as I tried to stuff my things in the bag. “You’ll always have that place in my life, you don’t have to take everything!”

“But, that’s it, right? You want that place gone.” I could see the pain and the confusion on his face. But, changing the words, doesn’t make it any nicer. This is what he wants. “What does ‘let’s see life without each other’ mean? You don’t want me in your life and, I’ll disappear.” I tried not breaking down, but my voice has never been good at that.

“You know, your ability of understanding words and people is going down! It’s like you don’t understand anything, at all!”

“What am I supposed to understand? That my boyfriend just randomly comes and tells me, that we should take a break from each other because we’ve been together too long? Who says that? You want to see different things? When have I stopped you from seeing or doing anything! What have I done to make you feel like this! And that’s just it, isn’t it? You’ve had me in every way you can have, and realized you don’t want me anymore. You want to see what else is good, out there? I’m not an option, Harry,” I picked up my bag.

“I never meant to make you feel like this,” He rubbed his face. “It’s not about options, at all. I just…you are twisting words. I don’t want to make you feel like you’re an option but, haven’t you ever felt the need of wanting something more?” He questioned. “That maybe there is something worth more, out there?”

It was like a knife running through my chest and, I took a step back. I felt, he realized what he just said. He just engraved the words in me. “That is not what I meant, honey, that is not what I meant!” He tried to hold me.

“I wish you all the best for finding someone who isn’t as worthless as me.” I just shook my head and walked out of his room.

I ran down to my floor and broke down against my door.

It seems like a dream when I type this down, again. But, I question my decision, every day. He did say all that, but he did come back. Or, I got him back. I can’t swallow down the fact that, I was the only one fighting for us. Maybe, he doesn’t want us at all and, I’m just messing with his head. Perhaps, he’ll realize in another month that, I’m not worth it, after all. Am I messing with his head? Should I be trying that hard? I had always been taught to not give up on things and people. Whether it was your old laptop or an old friend, I was taught to fix with all that I have before I gave up. What am I doing?

I kept out his way. It was good that our majors were different. They took place in different buildings and, I found a routine that didn’t collide with his at all. The problem was that he lived a floor above me. I could hear the loud music, the loud laughs, which I was not invited to. I kept my promise. I disappeared from his life. But, it was killing me. The day started with me being happy and confident but, by the evening, I just grew numb.

He was all over the place, though. The photos, the finally single updates for all his friends, I was removed from his life that, I realized that, I didn’t really make any friends. All I had was his, and maybe, they just tolerated me. I never needed them for any emotional talks or things that, actually get you close. I had Harry. But, he was good with people. Stayed connected and I stayed connected through him. That was my first mistake. I wonder where I could have made a difference but, I was honestly, just with my best friend and, that’s how it works, right? I didn’t feel the need of moving away, there was enough space. Different majors, different jobs, I didn’t feel that he felt the need to move away.

But, life goes on. I was made strong. I kept myself groomed up. No one had to know what I was going through. The only person, who can save you, is yourself, and I knew that. I was just not out there like he was.

“You know if you stare that hard on the glass, it will break.”Voice got me out of my thoughts, and I looked to my side, where it came from. “Why don’t we order another one so, it can hold itself?” He was from my English Lit class.

“I’m sorry, I’m Miles…” I shook his hand. “And, you’re beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I smiled.

“Can I sit?” He asked at the empty chair in front of me. I nodded and sat up straight. “Me Before You…” He said, looking at the book. “You’re a sappy romance kind of person?”

“I’m trying to find it out if I am,” I told him the truth.

“You know, I always saw in your class. You’re very smart but, I wanted to talk to you and, I finally saw you sitting, alone, it took guts, though, to come here!” He laughed, “And, then I found out that, you had a boyfriend who just demoralized me.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” It felt weird saying that. “At least, not anymore.”

“Ohh, break up period? Could you tell me when it’s okay to hit on you, though? I’d like to be the first in line.” He stared. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I am saying that…”

I laughed, “It’s okay, you’re funny.”

“But, I am serious, too!” He cut me.

“Okay, I’ll let you know.”

“Another coffee?” He asked, and I nodded.

I finished the chapter and, walked out of my room and walked up to his. I knocked on the door. I always knocked, now. “Hey, baby!” He kissed my lips and pulled me in. His friends were over, used to be my friends, I just didn’t feel that comfortable anymore. I didn’t get a Hi when we broke up from them, and that said a lot.

“We are just finishing this project from class, it’s thoroughly annoying!” He laughed.

“Oh, well why don’t you finish and then, give me a call?” I asked.

“Nah, you can sit!” Sara laughed.

I ignored her. “No, really. I have a few people to meet, I’ll do that. Call me.” I pecked his lips and walked out.

I called my friends. I finally, had a few and met them, at the coffee shop.

“Tell Miles to agree with me on Dryden!” Riana screamed as Miles just teased her.

“You have to be open with literature!” He laughed.

“You guys are crazy! Get down from the table,” I laughed and ordered a coffee.

“How is boyfriend?” Miles asked, eyeing me.

“He’s okay…” I laughed. “Don’t look at me like that!”

“Like what?”

“Like that!” I laughed.

“You’re an idiot.”

“I know,” I sighed.

“He should have been the one who came begging at your feet for forgiveness for all he said and did! I can’t believe…”

“He’s my best friend.”

“That’s your excuse?”

“I love him.”

“Then, there is nothing else to say, is there?” He sighed.

It had been three weeks. I was fine for the last two. At least, I was in control. Now, I was all over the place. The wine wasn’t helping either. It was his birthday and, there was a party in his room and, I had never missed one. But, I was supposed to be Miss Invisible, so I was sitting in my room. I had made friends from my major. They were really cool. Kept me up float during the day, The nights slowly killed me, though. The skin that healed during the day was torn again, during the night. And here I was, sitting in his favorite dress but, in my room, with a glass of wine and trying to keep myself together.

The music kept getting louder. I could hear laughs in my corridor. I finished my bottle and started talking to someone online. I suddenly felt the need to fix it between us. The point was that we were at this stage, in this college because of each other. We have reached places, and they have been because of each other and, I can’t just disappear. He might hate me, but he couldn’t keep us on a pause and live life. That’s not how it worked. I fixed myself in the mirror. Trying to look decent to my drunk self and walked up.

I had built my courage before I walked to his door, which was wide open for people to walk in and out. I took a deep breath and walked in. It was so crowded. Some people hugged me. Long times was thrown around while I looked for him. I wish I hadn’t cause there he was sitting on the couch with a girl on his lap. Sara, it was Sara. She was kissing his chin as he giggled like he did with me and that’s when his eyes met mine.

How could I fix this? He had even found a replacement for me in his life. I was utterly defeated as I took a step back. I walked out of his floor, trying to stop my head from spinning.

“Honey? Wait! Honey!” I heard his voice down the stairs as I tried to fasten my speed and reach my door. I wanted to lock myself up and never come out. I felt his arms around me before I could open the door. He held me in place and, I wasn’t strong enough to struggle. He sighed, resting his against mine. “Oh god…I love you so much,” and then, he kissed me.

I didn’t want to stop this. I was weak enough to want anything, I could have from him. He kissed me against my door for the longest time. I knew we were both under the influence, and maybe, that’s why this was happening.

“Stop, I’m not Sara,” I tried to get away from his arms.

“No, no you’re not. You’re my baby, and I love you,” He took the keys from my hand and opened my door. He switched on the night lamp as he climbed on top of me “God, you’re so beautiful. And, always so sexy in this dress. It’s my favorite.”

“I know.”

“It’s my birthday,” He kissed down my neck, down to my chest and pulled down the zip.

“I know.”

“I’ve missed you so much,” He sighed against my breasts as he sucked on them. I let him. Was this some last hurrah, I really didn’t care. My heart wanted this, it had been too much.

I let him do whatever he wanted to, and he let me do whatever I wanted. I could never understand us. What we wanted from each other? What we were to each other? But, right now, meant everything.

He held me so close as we were made one. His lips so close to me, as he increased his speed, always knowing how to get me to reach my high. “I’m so close,” He mumbled, knowing I was, too. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he screamed against my neck, as he let go in me. I was covered in his bites, and he was covered in mine.

He held my face in his hands and kissed me, against the light from the lamp. Then, he switched it off, cuddling into me.

Waking up, next to him in the morning, felt incredibly normal and then, not. His head rested on my chest as it always did, but, it wasn’t always now. I shifted in my position, trying to get away from him. I didn’t know what was going to happen next and, I wasn’t sure if I was strong enough to take it.

He woke up from my movement, and I sat on the edge of my bed, wearing my own clothes. “Good morning,” He kissed my shoulder. “You’re up, already.”

“You remember last night?” I asked.

“You don’t?” He said, sitting up.

“I do, I don’t know what to make of it.”

“Let’s decide with breakfast?” He asked, trying to pull me back in his arms.

“Breakfast,” I nodded and got dressed.

My phone was ringing for the second time after I had cut his call. I usually, didn’t. Only when I was in class and, he knew I wasn’t. I picked it up. “Hey, where are you?” He asked I could sense the worry in his voice.

“Umm, near the lake. Why?” I asked. I was hanging out with my friend as he was with his.

“With your friends?” He asked, and I hummed a yes. “I’m sorry, I always keep thinking it is back to how it was, and,”

“It isn’t. It can’t be,” I sighed.

“You still love me, right?” He asked.

“Yes, you?”

“I love you with everything I have. I’m an idiot. I know, I am but, don’t let my stupidity and utter immaturity ruin us.” I could feel he was worried. I was not always spending time with him. I knew the difference now. I had a life of my own of which he was a big part but, I did not depend on him. This was my lesson.

“I won’t. I’m just out with people. I’ll be back soon,” I smiled.

“I’ll be waiting.”

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So, this is exactly my state as of now so, tell me what would you have done. Cause, I’m clueless. 

Or you can tell me how you felt about his imagine and I’ll upload the next one! Waiting!

Here you can tell me

Okay. 

-theStylesproject 

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anonymous asked:

Number 21 for Wolfstar please p.s love your blog:)

God, this one turned out so long. Sorry about that! Hope you like it anyway. Thanks for the prompt and I’m glad you like my blog! That’s nice to hear!

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Remus spent most of his day pretending that everything was fine. Under the circumstances, he didn’t really have any other choice. That was what happened when he dated his best friend. Sirius was undoubtably the best thing that had ever happened to him, but Remus had never been able to enjoy it for two very distinctive reasons.

1. Sirius Black was a perpetual flirt.

2. Remus Lupin was a werewolf. 

The first might have been overlooked had Sirius dialed things back after they got together. Remus had imagined that having Sirius be “his” would mean that Sirius would no longer feel the need to flirt with others. He had been sorely mistaken on that fact.

The other he had hoped would not be a problem when it came to Sirius. After all, Sirius knew what he was and accepted the wolf. In fact, the wolf was almost more fond of Padfoot than Remus was of Sirius…almost.

The problem was that the first issue had bled into the second, causing Remus some inner turmoil that had surfaced as the wolf. In other words, Remus’ jealousy had caused him to act out as the wolf, snapping at Padfoot and picking fights with him on the full moon. On more than one occasion the wolf had sent Sirius to the hospital wing the next day. 

Remus couldn’t live with the guilt and he couldn’t keep this up. He wouldn’t hurt Sirius anymore than he already had. Clearly they just weren’t right for each other or else Sirius wouldn’t feel the need to chat up any good-looking person that crossed his path.

Remus had more or less used the wolf as an excuse in his breakup speech with Sirius. It was a good out to use without telling Sirius the real problem. Remus had begun having nightmares of the wolf ripping Padfoot the shreds. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He’d told Sirius that it was for his own safety that he keep his distance from Remus.

After Gryffindor won the Quidditch match against Ravenclaw, James saw to it that there was a huge party in the common room (mostly in his own honor). The team was celebrated for their victory and Sirius and Peter had snuck into Hogsmeade and stolen some bottle of fire whiskey.

Remus stayed resolutely on the opposite side of the room from Sirius. He was absolutely miserable and he missed his best friend, but he couldn’t let anyone know that. This was his own doing and he was confident he had made the right decision.

“Hey everyone!” Sirius called out, stealing the attention of the entire room. “We’re playing spin the bottle! Who’s in?” 

A group formed around Sirius and Remus was careful not to join them. He stayed on the sofa and sipped his drink, making sure not to make eye contact with anyone. “Remus!” Sirius shouted, waving him over. “We can’t start without you.” 

“I don’t feel like playing,” Remus responded, uncomfortable as everyone turned to look at him. 

“Come on, don’t be a spoil sport,” Sirius teased, hopping up and jogging over to Remus. “It’s going to be fun.”

“Yeah?” Remus shot back. “Fun for who?”

“For all of us,” Sirius insisted, grabbing Remus’ arm and tugging him up.

“You really don’t want to do this, mate,” Remus warned him quietly. 

Sirius looked at him and tightened his grip on Remus. “Oh, I really think I do,” he countered, his gaze cold as steel.

Remus pulled his arm away and took his seat in the circle next to Lily while Sirius sat down next to James. Peter looked between Sirius and Remus nervously as if he was frightened of what might happen. 

“I’ll go first!” Sirius exclaimed, taking the empty fire whiskey bottle and spinning it. It landed on Marlene McKinnon and Sirius wiggled his eyebrows at her. “It’s your lucky day, Marls.” 

“Yeah right, Black,” Marlene said, rolling her eyes. She leaned forward and gave Sirius a small peck on the lips. 

“Oh come on,” Sirius goaded her. “Is that all you’ve got for me?” He was looking at Remus as he said it.

Marlene sighed heavily and sat back down. “Sorry Black, you’re not my cup of tea,” she informed him before spinning.

James ended up landing on Remus and Remus blushed. It was exactly the first time he’d kissed Prongs and he’d always found him quite good-looking. Remus decided to enact a little revenge on Sirius for forcing him into his dumb game. He cupped James’ face with his hands and kissed him deeply. He scratched his nails over the back of James’ neck, just the way James liked, making Prongs moan appreciatively.

“Okay, that’s enough!” Sirius called out, trying to keep his voice cheerful but there was a harshness to his tone. “Let someone else have a turn, eh?”

Remus gave Sirius a smug smirk and then spinner the bottle. It landed on Frank Longbottom and Remus crawled his way over, pulling Frank into a dirty kiss that was all heat and tongues. By the time Remus pulled back, Frank was panting and his face was flushed. “Fucking hell, Remus,” he said, blinking slowly. “I had no idea you knew how to snog like that!” 

Remus was about to respond when he was grabbed roughly by his collar and dragged to his feet. “Excuse us a second, won’t you?” Sirius said shortly. 

“Where are you going?” James asked, looking a bit worried, for good reason. None of the Marauders had really talked about The Breakup. They’d all just sort of gone back to the way things were, as if Remus and Sirius had never been together in the first place. Now it looked like their group was on the verge of imploding.

“Just carry on without us,” Sirius practically growled as he hauled Remus up the stairs towards their dormitory. 

“Sirius, let go of me!” Remus shouted, trying to pry Sirius off. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Sirius growled, shutting the door and casting a spell to lock it. 

“Me?” Remus asked incredulously. “I didn’t even want to play in the first place!” 

“Yeah, well you took to it rather well, didn’t you?” Sirius said accusingly, putting his hands on his hips in annoyance.

“You’re unbelievable!” Remus snapped, beginning to pace the length of the room. “You only wanted me over there so you could make me jealous.”

“So what if I did?” 

“Then you can’t get angry with me for doing the same thing to you!” 

Sirius slumped against the door, all his posturing from a moment ago apparently gone. It took Remus a moment to realize just how sad he looked. He walked over and tentatively put his hand on Sirius’ arm. “What is it?” he asked quietly. 

“It’s nothing,” Sirius said, wrenching his arm away.

“Don’t give me that shit, Sirius,” Remus responded.

Sirius slammed his head back against the door in anger, letting out a visceral scream. 

“Hey!” Remus said, reacting quickly. He grabbed Sirius and pulled him away, effectively hugging him to keep him from hurting himself. “Don’t do that, Pads.”

Sirius melted against Remus and buried his face in Remus’ neck. “I miss you so fucking much, Moony,” he mumbled, bringing his hands up and clinging to Remus’ shirt.

“You see me every day,” Remus reminded him softly.

“Yeah, but it’s not the same, is it?” 

Remus sighed and closed his eyes. He began to gently rub Sirius’ back in an effort to sooth him. “I miss you too.”

“Just tell me what I did wrong,” Sirius begged, letting out a small sob. “You still won’t tell me what I did to lose you.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Remus told him, holding him tightly. 

“Bollocks,” Sirius said, snuffling against Remus’ collarbone. 

Remus guided Sirius over to his bed and pulled him up onto the mattress. They lied down together, tangled up in each other, as Remus tried to think of what to say.

“Do you remember the last full moon?” Remus asked, petting Sirius’ hair, carding his fingers gently through the thick, black locks. 

Sirius nodded against him.

“Well, a few hours before we went down to the Shrieking Shack, I saw you flirting with Fabian Prewett. Maybe you didn’t mean anything by it, but it really hurt me. I guess I’d been so angry about it that it manifested itself when I was the wolf. I-I could have killed you, Pads. I nearly did. If James hadn’t stepped in, I don’t know what would have happened. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you, but when I’m the wolf I can’t always control my emotions. A-and I would never ask you to change for me, Sirius, but I also can’t take those kinds of risks. It’s better for both of us if we just stay friends because you are who you are and that’s fine.” Remus didn’t stop talking until he’d gotten everything out. Luckily, Sirius lied there silently, small hiccups being the only indicator that he was still awake.

“I wasn’t flirting with Fabian,” Sirius said defensively.

“That’s not…” Remus shook his head and scrubbed his hand over his face in exasperation. “It’s not important anymore.” 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Sirius snapped, sitting up and facing Remus. “You broke up with me because of it!”

“I broke up with you for your own safety!” Remus argued back. “I’m dangerous.” 

“You are not!” 

“I’m a bloody werewolf!” 

“I wasn’t flirting!” 

“You flirt with everyone! You’d flirt with a painting on the wall if you were bored enough!” 

“It doesn’t mean anything, Remus,” Sirius insisted, his hands curling into fists as the argument got heated. “I’m just friendly. I never cheated on you. I’ve never even thought about cheating on you.”

“Then why do you feel the need to flirt with whomever crosses your path?” Remus snapped, his nostrils flaring. 

“I’m in love with you, you massive wanker!” Sirius shouted, grabbing Remus by the shirt and shaking him. “And you broke my fucking heart. You think I’m constantly flirting with other people? Well maybe if you stopped projecting your insecurities onto me and actually paid attention, you’d know I’m usually talking about you! Everyone is always telling me to shut up about you because you’re all I talk about. That day with Fabian? We were talking about how you nearly blew up the dungeons by mixing up your potions because you’re rubbish at potions but I find it endlessly endearing. You can ask James or Peter or anyone in this bloody house and they’ll tell you that you’re all I talk about. I have to give James a knut every time I mention you because I do it so often. So tell me again how this was all my fault.”

Remus stared at Sirius in shock. “Oh,” he said quietly, not sure how else to respond. “I…fuck.” 

Sirius released Remus’ shirt and sat back, resting his weight on Remus’ thighs. “Do you have any idea how miserable I’ve been?” Sirius asked softly, leaning in and nudging his nose against Remus’ jaw. “Fuck, Moony, I don’t even remember what I used to talk about before you.”

Remus swallowed hard and felt his eyes prickle with tears. “I’m so sorry, Pads,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around Sirius’ neck and pulling him in close. “I’m the worst.”

Sirius exhaled softly, his breath tickling Remus’ neck, and then began pressing soft kisses along his jawline. “Can we try again?” Sirius whispered.

“Fuck, yes,” Remus said, nearly sobbing in relief. “Please Pads, I’ll do anything to get you back. I’ve missed you so fucking much.” 

Sirius smiled and turned his head, pressing his lips against Remus’. “Tell me you love me,” Sirius requested.

“I do,” Remus answered, nodding emphatically. “I love you so much. I’m an idiot. Forgive me?” 

Sirius turned his head to the side and rested in on Remus’ chest, listening to his heartbeat. “When it comes to you, Moony, I can forgive almost anything.” 

Remus wrapped Sirius up tight in his arms. “Thank you for putting up with me,” he said, his voice hoarse. He felt so vulnerable and frail, his arms around Sirius like an anchor keeping the storm of his emotions at bay. 

“You’re lucky I love you,” Sirius teased, pressing a kiss over Remus’ heart. 

“You have no idea how true that is,” Remus said, holding Sirius a little tighter. 

Things We Shouldn’t Do (Part 1 of ?)

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“The history between the two of you is well known,” Marcus went on, talking over Clarke’s continued splutters.  “And it hasn’t escaped the notice of certain news organizations–”
“What, you mean fucking TMZ?” Clarke interjected.
Marcus sighed.  “It would be in the best interest of the show and I think both your careers if you were to be seen as a couple.”
Silence.
“A dating couple,” Marcus added as if that hadn’t been clear.
Bellamy and Clarke exploded simultaneously.“If we what?” Clarke demanded at the same time that Bellamy just started laughing.  He slipped sideways, dangerously close to falling out of his chair.

—-
Clarke is at the bottom of a downward spiral and Bellamy is riding an all-time career high when they’re cast as the leads of Marcus Kane’s newest drama.  The entertainment world expects a blowup of immense proportions between the two feuding actors but get a hard to explain romance instead.  Or: a fake dating celebrities AU.

{read it on AO3}

Recommended listening: Accidentally in Love (Counting Crows), Kiss n’ Tell (Danger Radio), We Are Young (Fun.), Perfect (One Direction), 22 (Taylor Swift), You Make Me Feel (Cobra Starship), This Town (O.A.R.), Shut up and Dance (Walk the Moon), Die Young (Ke$ha)


Clarke flipped the script shut and pushed it away across the table.  “No,” she said.  “No fucking way.”

Anya sighed and pushed the script back.  “Clarke.”

“I’m not doing it.”

“This project could be really good for you.”

Clarke raised an eyebrow and looked between the stack of papers and her agent.  “Uh huh.”

Anya swallowed and looked down.  Gen Super, it trumpeted.  Pilot.  Written by Marcus Kane.  “I know it’s not…ideal.”

“It’s not even fucking close to ideal, it’s motherfucking absurd.”

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Kid Cudi is Forever

Article by IllRoots

Being a Kid Cudi fan is like being in a cult. You either get it or you don’t. While ‘Pursuit of Happiness’, 'Day N Nite’, and 'Memories’ can still send most crowds into a frenzy, for many, the buck stops there with Kid Cudi. Then there are those of us who still cling onto him as some sort of savior of modern music. We’re looked at as crazy by the outside world. Why do we still think this guy is the greatest? His last album, Indicud, was almost universally panned. The one before that, WZRD, was a weird, alternative rock-influenced side project that’s been largely forgotten. To the general public, he’s a cool guy with a few good songs whose prime has passed. That’s irrelevant to the crop of us who’ve been truly moved by his music.

In the summer of 2009, I was an unpaid intern in New York City. I was broke, relatively alone, and going through a very dramatic break-up. A leaked version of 'Solo Dolo’ practically saved my life. It got me through the turmoil, especially when every other rap song was filled with reminders that someone fucked my girl. Once a connection like that is made, it doesn’t fade. Man on the Moon: The End of Day was out by the time I returned to Chicago for my senior year of college, and it was like a perpetual therapy session. Cudi was always so relatable. He was a lost, fucked up kid, too. When your friends are tired of hearing about your problems, you turn to music, and Kid Cudi was releasing records that were strikingly empathetic.


Despite becoming a superstar and close colleague of Kanye West overnight, Cudi remained in touch with the common man. “I got 99 problems and they all bitches” communicated a realistic struggle. It felt like, for once, a rapper wasn’t dangling his prosperity in our faces to provoke bitterness and envy. Cudi opted for transparency about the bitterness and envy within him and gave us a certain hope that those feelings were possible to transcend. He wasn’t a doctor writing us off as sick and prescribing SSIDs. His coping mechanisms were ours: raging, drugs, sex. It wasn’t a ploy. It felt authentic, and not like exploitation for the sake of connecting with depressed youth. He was also a depressed youth so his message resonated.

It was a relief then that his sophomore album, Man on the Moon II: The Legend of Mr. Rager, didn’t solely veer into post-success clichés of sex, money, and partying. Those topics were addressed, but with a sharper, more developed point of view, and if anything, Cudi was more distraught the second time around. When that album came out, I wasn’t a broke intern anymore. I remember one morning around that time, I woke up in a sprawling hotel room while on a press trip in Las Vegas. I stood on my balcony looking out over the desert, still dealing with a sharp sense of unfulfillment, despite being way better off than I was a year prior. At that moment, Cudi’s verse on 'Christian Dior Denim Flow’ was wild emotional to me. I related to “they don’t really know what’s in my head fucking with me” and I was trying to get to “I’m all good now, a nigga don’t need no counseling.”

'Maniac’ leaked that same weekend that I was in Vegas. I’d gotten into a fight with a girlfriend and ended our relationship right before I flew out of New York, and that song contained me. “Maniac” made me feel like, here’s another sad, psychotic motherfucker and lines like “I love the darkness, yeah, I’d like to marry it” had me romanticizing all of the fucked up things going on in my life. Variations of that feeling arrived with the third and fourth albums, but there was also a shift in reception from the same audience who’d made him a star years prior. To some, Cudi had lost it. He didn’t have hits. He was experimenting with other genres, but the people turned off by that weren’t clued in from the start. They viewed him as a commodity, not as an adviser.

Those who do view Kid Cudi as an adviser are the cult that I’m talking about. You see their collective power harnessed when, even without hit singles, Cudi still posts strong first-week record sales. He still sells out shows and tours globally. It’s a cult of personality, and those of us who really, really, related to that “lonely stoner” shit have been sucked in for a while now. But now Cudi’s almost disappeared from the public eye. Sure, he’s in the upcoming Need For Speed movie, he drops one-off songs on Soundcloud, and pops up in the studio with Justin Bieber, but his moves are so low key these days. Thus, people forget, and, as time passes, we’re increasingly devoid of people who understand why he’s an important artist.

From the highs to the lows, Kid Cudi’s remained an underground hero. When he showed off his Mercedes and flipped off TMZ cameras, it felt like our homie made it, and when he got coked up and arrested, it felt like he was one of us, too. That’s why no amount of social media slander can deter his influence. That’s why Kid Cudi still matters. This isn’t some fanboy Mark David Chapman shit, though. It’s just an appreciation for the music that epitomizes those highs and lows. Even if Cudi never makes another song, we can still turn on 'GHOST!’ and “I was so close to being dead” is going to hit us in a way that it can’t hit anyone else. Seeing that photo of him in the studio with Bieber makes me wonder if we’ll get more moments like that, but ultimately, I’m going to think the same of Cudi either way.

Even though Cudi’s not in the position, that say, Drake is, maybe he was never meant for that type of rap stardom. It’s hard to have an issue with his current situation. He’s out here riding positive vibes, being a chill bro, starring in movies, and taking care of his daughter. Occasionally we’ll get a performance like the one on 'Guilt Trip’, but perhaps what Cudi gave us for those few years should simply exist as what it was—a moment that was impactful enough to change some of our lives. Since the A Kid Named Cudi promo video where dude was rocking that peacoat and said, “I’m not playing,” he’s seen his dreams realized. There’s a resiliency about it that you identify with. Some might say Cudi isn’t relevant anymore, but those of us who were affected by his music in very real ways will always see it differently. You either get it or you don’t.

anonymous asked:

why do people despise teen suicide? i.e. record smashing kid

Because when we were active we were drug addled (half of us at least) young kids who did and said stupid shit without much regard for anyone around us, even each other, and were unrepentant about it up until a point when it kind of broke us, as a band, and me just in general
After we broke up we spent so long trying to distance ourselves from the band (or I did at least) because it was 1 such a personal project that both wasn’t really intended to reach an audience and also failed/fell apart pretty hard and 2 because I was embarrassed about the kind of person I was when we were together & chose to run from that instead of face it and own up

So we kind of alienated everyone at one time, both fans of our music and people who were just (rightfully) offput by certain interactions with us

But I’m trying hard to grow up and I also love the band and music we made and the people who it affected/are still finding it and I don’t want to throw that away so yeah hence us playing shows, hence not trying to distance myself from this project, owning up to mistakes (and hoping to better them or at least myself), not being a dick to people who wanna talk to me about stuff, idk

That’s probably a weirdly in depth answer but like I said I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately

Also anything damning is on me (and like, somewhat on Eric - re: drugs at least) Alec and Caroline always tried to be the voices of reason to us wrecking things and lashing out etc & I owe them for that

GOOOOODDDDD MORNING!!!

And Happy almost Louismas!!

I am so proud of this fandom and all we’ve accomplished with Project Just Hold On.

But we’re not done yet!

Louis and Steve broke the Billboard Top 100 at #52 here in the States. We NEED to get them up AT LEAST 12 spots and QUICK. If we tweet and request the song and KEEP streaming and shazaming, we CAN do it!!!

Why is it so important he break the top 40? Because most pop radio stations are Top 40 hits. It will put the song in a nice rotation, and the higher he breaks the more the song gets played.

So!

PLEASE go tweet your local pop hits station. Tweet their DJs, DM them, write on their Facebook pages, CALL IN AND REQUEST THE SONG. We CAN give Louis the best present ever this year, we can work together stateside now and get this done.

Let’s show Louis how much he means to us, okay?

TWEET. SHAZAM. STREAM. REQUEST. BUY. DOWNLOAD.

LET’S 👏🏻 GO 👏🏻

These were sent 3 weeks after we broke up.

No matter what I said to him, he was always insecure about how I felt about him. I was really falling for him… Until his own anxieties and self-doubt started to crumble the relationship.

Each time I went out with friends, he questioned why I didn’t want to be with him anymore. When I was stressed and wanted a night to work on my projects due soon, he screamed, cried and had a panic attack.

I realize now that every moment spent away from him translated to me not caring about him. Would the relationship have worked out if he was in a healthier state of mind? Maybe. But I’m just not ready to talk to him until he’s better.