I waited for you at breakfast, but you slept in. Or avoided me, apparently. And I tried to catch your eye this afternoon, but you were so good at shutting me out completely.” “Is that what got under your skin? That I shut you out, or that it was so easy for Tarquin to get in?” “What got under my skin,” Rhys said, his breathing a bit uneven, “is that you smiled at him.” The rest of the world faded to mist as the words sank in. “You are jealous.”
and that one time she finally did
His fingers tightened on mine, and I looked up. He was smiling at me. And looked so un-High-Lord-like with the glowing dust on the side of his face that I grinned back. I hadn’t even realized what I’d done until his own smile faded, and his mouth parted slightly. “Smile again,” he whispered. I hadn’t smiled for him. Ever. Or laughed. Under the Mountain, I had never grinned, never chuckled. And afterward … And this male before me … my friend … For all that he had done, I had never given him either. Even when I had just … I had just painted something. On him. For him. I’d—painted again. So I smiled at him, broad and without restraint. “You’re exquisite,” he breathed.
#2 When Rhys confessed to having his wishes unfulfilled
“Isn’t that what High Lords do?” My breath clouded in front of me in the brisk night. “Whatever they please?” He studied my face. “There are a great many things that I wish to do, and don’t get to.”
#3 When we find out what his nightmares were about
“I’m sorry I didn’t find a way to spare you from what happened Under the Mountain,” Rhys said with equal quiet. “From dying. From wanting to die.” I began to shake my head, but he said, “I have two kinds of nightmares: the ones where I’m again Amarantha’s whore or my friends are … And the ones where I hear your neck snap and see the light leave your eyes.”
#4 When the High Lord of Night Court physically flinched from an emotional wound
“What is it that you want, Feyre?” I had no answer. I didn’t know. Not anymore. “What is it that you want, Feyre?” I stayed silent. His laugh was bitter, soft. “I thought so. Perhaps you should take some time to figure that out one of these days.” “Perhaps I don’t know what I want, but at least I don’t hide what I am behind a mask,” I seethed. “At least I let them see who I am, broken bits and all. Yes—it’s to save your people. But what about the other masks, Rhys? What about letting your friends see your real face? But maybe it’s easier not to. Because what if you did let someone in? And what if they saw everything, and still walked away? Who could blame them—who would want to bother with that sort of mess?” He flinched. The most powerful High Lord in history flinched. And I knew I’d hit hard—and deep. Too hard. Too deep.
and when we learned how deep that wound went
“Why didn’t you tell me?” “You were in love with him; you were going to marry him. And then you… you were enduring everything and it didn’t feel right to tell you.” “I deserved to know.” “The other night you told me you wanted a distraction, you wanted fun. Not a mating bond. And not to someone like me - a mess.” So the words I’d spat after the Court of Nightmares had haunted him
#5 When he considered settling for ‘whatever pieces she offered him’
“You think I didn’t want to tell you? You think I liked hearing you wanted me only for amusement and release? You think it didn’t drive me out of my mind so completely that those bastards shot me out of the sky because I was too busy wondering if I should tell you, or wait - or maybe take whatever pieces that you offered me and be happy with it? Or that maybe I should let you go so you don’t have a lifetime of assassins and High Lords hunting you down for being with me?”
#6 When he cried…
“But then she snapped your neck.” Tears rolled down his face. “And I felt you die,” he whispered.
But I was being ripped apart from the inside out, and I thrashed, unable to out-scream the pain. “Feyre!” someone roared. No, not someone—Rhysand. Rhysand yelled my name again - yelled it as though he cared
-A Court of Thornes and Roses
#7 When he spent 3 months thinking she hated him
“And for three months… for three months I tried to convince myself that you were better off without me. I tried to convince myself that everything I’d done had made you hate me.”
#8 When he put her happiness above his own
“I heard you were going to marry him, and I told myself you were happy. I should let you be happy, even if it killed me. Even if you were my mate, you’d earned that happiness.”
#9 When he thought he wasn’t that type of person for her
“I heard what you told him,” he said. “That you thought it would be easy to fall in love with him. You meant it, too.” “So?” It was the only thing I could think of to say. “I was jealous—of that. That I’m not … that sort of person. For anyone.“
#10 When we found out that all this time he had been in love with Feyre
“It killed me, Feyre, to send you back. To see you waste away, month by month. It killed me to know he was sharing your bed. Not just because you were my mate, but because I … ” He glanced down, then up at me again. “I knew … I knew I was in love with you that moment I picked up the knife to kill Amarantha.”
Once a year,
usually in the spring, Watford stages a carnival for the students. It’s usually quite humble, mainly consisting
of booths selling small magic trinkets, or snacks like cotton candy, sweets and
other classic carnival fare. There’s
always the tiny petting zoo over near the Cloisters, and some years Watford
even scrapes enough together to bring in a carousel. Most of the booths are run by student
volunteers, and though everything is by donation, all proceeds go to whichever
charity the student body has voted on.
I go every year, mostly for the
caramel apples and sweet cider, but this is the first year I’ve been behind the
scenes of the carnival and helped at a booth.
In truth, I didn’t even sign up for
it, but Agatha hadn’t had a break all day and needed some cotton candy of her
I should have told her to find
Penny, or Trixie or even Minty. Anyone
It doesn’t take long for the word to
spread that Simon Snow has taken over the Kissing Booth, and mortifyingly the
line has doubled in length. Mostly first
or second-year girls, blushing and stammering or swaggering up to the counter
with a pronounced sway in their step, with the odd boy interspersed through the
It’s not the worst thing that’s ever
happened to me – that honour goes to the time in second year that Baz stumbled
upon a spell that made my clothes slowly dissipate, garment by garment, in the
middle of the dining hall – and after the first two or three quick, cold kisses
I start to calm down, but I’m counting the minutes until Agatha comes
back. How she endured hours of this, I cannot
comprehend. That’s just Agatha, I guess.
A redhead drops her donation into
the tin and her eyes flit around, meeting me for only a split second at a time,
her cheeks aflame. I try to look as
non-threatening as I can and lean forward enough that she can close the rest of
the space. She darts in with a kiss that’s
no more than a peck before running over to a giggling pair of who must be her
friends, a triumphant grin on her face.
She must have been dared. Poor
girl. I hope I wasn’t her first.
“Well, well, well.”
My stomach lurches at the cold drawl
I know only too well.
“What are you doing here, Baz?” I
say in as civilized a tone as I can manage.
He stands there with his arms
crossed over his chest, his mouth in a twist that’s a bit too amused to be a
sneer. “When I heard that the Chosen One
had taken over the Snogging Booth, I simply had to see it for myself.”
“Well, now you’ve seen it, so now you
“Saving the World of Mages one kiss
at a time,” Baz murmurs with a chuckle. “Not
exactly what I was envisioning.”
“I’m only covering for Agatha,” I
retort, “she’ll be back in five minutes if you’re wanting her services.”
He scoffs. “I’d rather not snog your girlfriend, thank
you very much.”
“She’s not my – forget it,” I shake
my head. I’ve told him at least a dozen times,
but it never stops him.
“She must have been really desperate
for a break to put you in charge,”
Baz drawls on, his voice smooth like honey but with too much of a bite to be
sweet. “You’d think she’d at least pick
someone attractive for the Kissing
It stings, but I don’t flinch. “What, someone like you?” I spit back too
His eyebrows shoot up in delighted
surprise as I realize my mistake. “You
flatter me, Snow,” he purrs, and I feel my cheeks heat up, but I furrow my brow
tighter and hope it passes for anger.
“Is there a reason you’re still
here?” I growl as the burning spreads from my cheeks to my ears.
“As a matter of fact, there is,” Baz
says, and his gray eyes look cool enough to staunch the flames at the tips of
my ears, but the more I glare into them the more the fire rages. “I’m here to torment you.”
“Great, well you’ve done that.”
“I wanted to see what you’d do.” He leans on the edge of the counter, bringing
his face far too close to mine for comfort.
“What would the Mage’s Heir do if his nemesis showed up at the Kissing
“You can torment me any time,” I shoot
back, “you’re holding up the line.”
“Oh, yes, well,” he feigns conern, “I
wouldn’t want to keep anyone from their kiss.”
“Then go away.”
His eyes narrow and he pretends to
think. “Mmm, no. I don’t think so.”
“Baz, I’m warning you.”
“Terrifying,” he drones, “but this
is too much fun. Besides,” his eyebrow
flickers up, “don’t you owe me a kiss?”
I flash him a smirk of my own. “Aw, Baz.
If you were so desperate for a kiss, you could’ve just asked.”
Baz, to his credit, doesn’t bat an
eye. “You think of that comeback
“There’s a fee, you know,” I ignore
him, barely having to raise my voice above a murmur for him to hear me, he’s so
close. “You haven’t paid the fee, so I don’t
owe you anything.”
He doesn’t drop his eyes from mine,
and the cool gray takes on the spark of a challenge. Out of my periphery I see him reach into his
pocket, and there’s the clatter of coins dropping into the tin.
I should punch him.
I should spit in his face.
wanted to see what you’d do.
I take him by the lapels and crush
his mouth under mine.
He makes a muffled sound of
shock. To be fair, so do I, but mine is
more angry than it is surprised. I kiss
him hard and rough, and it’s a bit of a juxtaposition because his mouth is
oddly soft. A face like his, you’d
expect his lips to be made of marble, cold and unmoving, but he’s the farthest
thing from unmoving. I can’t tell if he’s
struggling or if he’s kissing me back
but his lips are so, so soft and I
want to bruise them, mark them, bite them…
I only stop when a series of wolf
whistles reminds me that there are at least ten people watching us.
Trying to salvage the illusion of
control, I break away harshly, still gripping him by his collar. The cocky smirk has dropped from his smooth
features and now his face mirrors mine, a matching scowl, like I’ve crossed a dangerous
line. I probably have.
“Was that what you wanted?” I growl.
He doesn’t answer, just holds my
gaze another few seconds before pushing back from the table, his lapels
slipping out of my hands, and stalking away.
I don’t see Baz
at the carnival after that, and I stay as long as the booths are open, perusing
the same counters and feigning interest even after having looked through their contents
three times. I keep Penny company where
she mans the popcorn booth, drizzling caramel over every few cartons, and I
even get bored enough to hang around Agatha back at the Kissing Booth for a
little while, until one too many patrons have asked if I’m available for
service. When she and Penny are freed we
pet the goats at the petting zoo, the ones that Ebb has graciously volunteered
for the event, and take a few spins on the carousel. Only once the light has begun to fade and the
signs are being lowered from their booths do the three of us part ways. Even then, I offer to help Ebb get her goats
Basically, I’m doing anything I can
to put off going back to the room, but eventually I can’t avoid it any
longer. I’ve wandered the grounds enough
times that the sun has properly disappeared behind the distant hills and I can
barely see the ground in front of me.
Even then I’m tempted to consider crazy alternatives like spending the
night at Ebb’s place, but I’m pretty sure that would be against school rules
anyway, and besides, I’ll have to face Baz eventually. There’s no undoing what’s happened.
When I finally trudge back into the
room, he’s staring out the window at the moat, presumably trying to intimidate
the merwolves, but he turns at the sound of the door. His expression, though I don’t see it for
long before I look away, is hard to read.
Wide eyes and a furrowed brow, like he’s still mad at me for my stunt
earlier, but there’s a bit of a questioning edge there, too. Almost a where
were you edge.
Normally I have to start any type of
conversation, but tonight he wastes no time.
“What the hell was that, Snow?”
There’s no question as to what he’s
referring, and I can’t help but get angry again. “Me?
You’re the one who had to start something!”
“Well, you didn’t have to react so
drastically,” he mutters, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall by the
window, the moonlight casting its glow on his skin and making him even paler
than usual, almost transparent. I half
expect fangs to slide out from his lips for no reason and complete the picture.
soft, soft lips.
“You were egging me on,” I seethe,
the memory igniting the rage that I’d felt in the fractured moment before
kissing him, “it’s your fault anything happened.”
“Proud little hero,” Baz says with
the slightest smirk, “can’t back down from a challenge.”
“You know I can’t, not in front of
“Wouldn’t want them to think the
Heir is a coward.”
I feel like a balloon in me is
swelling and deflating at once. “But
that’s just it, Baz,” I insist, anger
momentarily aside. “If they think I’m
afraid, what reason do they have to hope?”
He doesn’t answer right away, and
for a second I think maybe he understands.
I want so badly for him to understand.
“No reason,” Baz eventually says,
turning to look out the window again, “not with someone like you as the Chosen
I want to groan, to kick something,
to shake him by the shoulders and make him look me in the eye and for once not
fight me. Have we ever in our lives made
eye contact without there being some challenge between us?
“Why did you have to get in that
line?” I shake my head. “There are so
many other ways of tormenting me, lower-stakes ways.”
“To be fair, I’ve already exhausted
most of those,” Baz murmurs with a little shrug of his shoulders.
“When have you ever been fair?”
I’m tired of standing here at the
door, so I kick off my shoes and sit down on my bed, trying not to think about
how much closer I am to him now, still at the window, looking as vampiric as
ever. His gray eyes are positively
silver in the moonlight, and the black of his hair looks silkier than ever, as
if it’s soaking the rays directly into him.
He almost glows. I have to laugh
a little, because more than once Baz has mockingly compared me, with my bronze
curls and sky-blue eyes, to the sun, but he himself wears a halo of night. If I am the sun, then Baz is most certainly
the moon. Distant, cold, mysterious,
almost too pristine to touch.
His gaze returns to me
suddenly. He raises an eyebrow in a
wordless inquiry, and I realize I’ve been staring.
“What exactly was it you expected me
“At what point, Snow?” he gives a
humourless laugh. “You had more than one
opportunity to react.”
“When you paid the fee.”
His tiny smile disappears. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Drop it, Snow,” he says, the
hardness returning to his eyes, and I know I’ve cornered him. Drop it
is Baz’s way of betraying himself, of saying there’s something that he doesn’t
want to tell.
“Was I supposed to kiss you?” I
ask. For some reason I have to know.
“I don’t know, Snow, punch me. Push me.
Beat me to the ground. Something.”
My brow furrows in confusion. “Wait.
You wanted me to hit you?”
He shrugs, more with his head than
his shoulder. “One of us has to get
I rise to my feet, and I’m
face-to-face with him again, only his eyes are different this time. Whereas at the booth he had betrayed no hint
of doubt at our closeness, now there’s a flicker of something in the silver,
something that feels a lot like the way my heart is racing in my chest, and it
dawns on me. He was putting on a show at
the carnival, acting like nothing I could do would get to him, just as I had
they think I’m afraid, what reason do they have to hope?
of us has to get hurt, right?
And suddenly it makes sense.
There’s only a few inches between
us, so it feels almost natural when I lean in and press the gentlest of kisses
to his lips.
He doesn’t kiss me back this time,
but he doesn’t move away either. “What
was that for?” he asks when I draw back a second later.
“You act like we’re so different,” I
say wonderingly, “but we’re the same.”
“What do you think we’d be if we
didn’t have to fight each other?”
I don’t miss the split second of
longing in his eyes. “Keep dreaming,
“Because I bet it would involve a
lot more of this.” I bring a hand up to
his neck, my fingers instantly lost in the wavy tips of his hair and it’s
exactly as soft as it looks bathed in moonlight.
Baz closes his eyes like he has to
collect himself. “You’re the hero. I’m the villain. What more do I have to say?”
“Fuck that,” I chuckle, “we both
know that’s not true. You’re a boy, and
I’m a boy. That’s all.”
“Tell that to the rest of the world.”
“I don’t care about the rest of the
world,” I shake my head adamantly, “I want to know what you think.”
“If there was no act, no reputation,
no role to play,” I murmur, “if we were just two boys, what would you do?”
Baz returns my gaze a moment,
searching my eyes.
Then his lashes close and he’s
kissing me, and my eyes drift shut again like I’m sighing in relief.
I let my fingers tangle higher up in
his hair while my other hand grips the front of his shirt like earlier, only
without the anger of the afternoon. He
angles his head further and guides the kiss deeper, his hands gently gripping
my waist and pulling me closer. I melt
against him, my mouth moving with his, my head swimming with his citrusy scent,
and I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my throat when he takes my bottom
lip between his teeth in a gentle tug.
Suddenly I’m floating, weightless, and Baz gives a muffled sound of
surprise when I press back a little harder.
When we finally break apart, both of
us gasping and dizzy, I immediately want more, want to line his neck with my
mouth, want to feel his breath hitch when I reach the base of his throat, want
to hear my name in his sigh. Would he
sigh Snow or Simon? I want to know.
“Please,” I whisper, dotting a kiss
to the corner of his mouth, “can’t we just be two boys?”
When I meet his eyes, they’re full
of more longing than ever.
In response, he kisses a soft, slow
triangle pattern on my cheek, and I recognize the pattern of the three moles by
my eye, and I can’t help but smile.
You use to be a part of me, but then you weren’t, and then we had to face each other in a duel. A duel to determine whether I was ready to stand on my own. And when I defeated you, you left us. You left me. Forever. I know it was for the best, but I wish I had one more chance to let him know what he meant to me, but destiny had different plans for us.
Yu-Gi-Oh! The Dark Side of Dimensions | 2017 | dir. Satoshi Kuwabara
The Signs as Beyoncé's Lemonade Monologue feat. poetry by Warsan Shire
The audience applauds... but we can't hear them.
Grandmother, the alchemist. You spun gold out of this hard life. Conjured beauty from the things left behind. Found healing where it did not live. Discovered the antidote in your own kitchen. Broke the curse with your own two hands. You passed these instructions down to your daughter. Who then passed it down to her daughter.
You are terrifying...and strange...and beautiful. Magic.
The scar heals into a smile. The man I love pulls the stitches out with his fingernails. We leave black sutures curling on the side of the bath. I wake as the second girl crawls headfirst up my throat. A flower blossoming out of the hole in my face.
If it’s truly what you want, I can wear her skin over mine, her hair over mine, her hands as gloves, her teeth as confetti, her scalp... a cap, her sternum, my bedazzled cane... We can pose for a photograph, all three of us, immortalized. You and your perfect girl.
Baptize me... now that reconciliation is possible. If we're gonna heal, let it be glorious. One thousand girls raise their arms. Do you remember being born? Are you thankful? Are the hips that cracked, the deep velvet of your mother... and her mother... and her mother? There is a curse that will be broken.
I don't know when love became elusive. What I know is no one I know has it. My father's arms around my mother's neck. Fruit too ripe to eat. I think of lovers as trees... growing to and from one another. Searching for the same light. Why can't you see me? Why can't you see me? (Why can't you) Why can't you see me? Everyone else can.
And my torturer became my remedy. So we're gonna heal, we're gonna start again. You've brought the orchestra. Synchronized swimmers, you are the magician. Pull me back together again the way you cut me in half. Make the woman in doubt disappear. Pull the sorrow from between my legs like silk, knot after knot after knot.
Why do you deny yourself heaven? Why do you consider yourself undeserving? Why are you afraid of love? You think it's not possible for someone like you. But you are the love of my life...love of my life...the love of my life...the love of my life.
Film, star, beauty. How to wear your mother's lipstick. You go to the bathroom to apply the lipstick. Somewhere no one can find you. You must wear it like she wears disappointment on her face. Your mother is a woman. And women like her can not be contained.
Her God is listening. Her heaven would be a love without betrayal. Ashes to ashes...dust to side chicks.
She sleeps all day, dreams of you in both worlds, tills the blood in and out of uterus,wakes up smelling of zinc. Grief sedated by orgasm, orgasm heightened by grief.
as much as I have problems with the fact that the allura vlog wasn’t really about her… I find it really interesting that when she’s faced with a means to talk about anything she doesn’t focus on herself.
keith and coran both talked about themselves, and their blogs were primarily focused on their own character. but allura chooses to instead talk about the mission, and voltron and its paladins. and I’m sure it’s not intentional it’s just more just incompetence on the writers part, but the fact that she doesn’t seem to think talking about herself has a point or means anything is… interesting
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers | Word Count: 1493
Warnings: Nothing but fluff. A drabble. This is what happens when I’m bored. Spotify is my nemesis. The Cure by Lady Gaga
You looked up from your book when the door opened.
Bucky, in all his combat gear stumbled into your shared suite within the Avengers compound, shedding guns, gloves, and grenades with such disregard for their explosive nature it had you leaping to your feet. The look on his face spoke plainly of just how hard the latest mission had been.
Going to him, you grabbed for the belt he was getting ready to chuck across the room, the one with at least three grenades, and gently laid it over the back of the sofa. He went still, just stood there, shaking, breathing, anger radiating off him in waves.
Lifting your hand, you laid it gently against his clenched jaw. You only had one question. “Is everyone alright?”
He leaped back with a curse. I laughed, the sound rasping out of me. Not a chuckle or snort, but cackling laugh. And I laughed, again and again, as he lowered his hands from his eyes.
The entire left side of his face had been hit. Like heavenly war paint, that’s what it looked like. I could see why he didn’t want me to wipe mine away.
Rhys was examining his hands, covered in the dust, and i stepped toward him, peering at the way it glowed and glittered. He went still as death as I took one of his hands in my own and traced a star shape on the top of his palm, playing with the glimmer and shadows, until it looked like one of the stars that had hit us.
His fingers tightened on mine, and I looked up. He was smiling at me. And looked so un-High-Lord-like with the glowing dust on the side of his face that I grinned back. I hadn’t even noticed what I’d done until his own smile faded, and his mouth parted slightly.
A/N: Finally after trying to write all day, I finally got part 2 done. Enjoy more art collector, sugar daddy T’Challa since I know you guys got all these feels going on from the trailer drop yesterday. I know I do. Also, I’m pretty sure I want to do a part 3. Who would be down for that?
You were sitting in your office having a meeting with your
assistant when an intern popped her head to tell you that you had a call from
someone. You apologized to your assistant as you picked up the phone.
“I didn’t know I owed you anything, we’re best friends, the least you could do was help me out. Although, your way of helping me out was a lot more than expected.” He wagged his eyebrows at me which caused my face to heat up. I knew he was referring to the kiss we shared but I didn’t expect him to be so straight forward about it. I pushed his arm slightly and turned away from him, trying to hide my face, but why was I even hiding? It’s not even a big deal.
“Oh shut it Jimin, you said you’ll tell me what you meant!”
“I was only joking Y/N, I’ll tell you. But not here. Let’s go to mine and we can talk there.” He stood up before me and held out his hand for me to hold. There was no reason for me to take his hand at all, we didn’t even have to pretend anymore but I took his hand into mine anyway, interlocking our fingers as if we’re living the lives of a real couple in love. He went on to drag me out of the cafe and walk in the direction of his home, his hand still holding mine.
“Why are you still holding my hand?” I asked him, obviously showing a lot of curiosity in my voice.
“You took it willingly, you didn’t have to but you did. I mean I was only trying to help you up.” He was teasing me, and I could feel it. I was about to shake his hand off of mine but his grip only tightened. “Jaehee could be spying, just hold onto my hand until we get to my place.” He side whispered to me. He was right, with how sketchy of a person Jaehee is, there’s always that possibility - so I held on and walked closely next to him.
The walk there went by quicker than I expected it to, neither Jimin or I said another word as we walked. The silence between us wasn’t awkward, however calming. He was always able to make me feel at ease, which is one of the many reasons why I loved spending time with him. No matter how long the two of us stay silent for, an awkward atmosphere between us never lingered. Not once. Jimin unlocked his hands from mine, leaving my hand feel slightly empty to open his front door. Stepping in, I took my shoes off and walked further in, going to the kitchen I poured myself a glass of water and chugged it down, not realising that I was this dehydrated. This place was like my own second home so it wasn’t strange for me to do what I want here. Jimin walked over to me and pulled me into his embrace, his sudden action took me by surprise but nonetheless it was a feeling I enjoyed.
“What’s up Jiminieeee.” I called out as I patted his back.
“Nothing, I just wanted a hug.” He said pulling away.
“So…” I said, hoping he’d catch onto what I was trying to say. Which I know he did but being the giant butt that he is, he pretended not to know.
“So…” He copied me and laughed.
“Jimin!” I whined.
“Jimin!” He mocked.
“Yah, Park Jimin I swear to god! I know you know what I’m trying to get out of you so tell me like you said you would before I leave.” I wasn’t serious about leaving, but it was the only thing I could say that’d make him talk.
“Fine okay! But it’s not something easy for me to say.” He swallowed hard, which only made me anxious. I was beginning to have second thoughts about knowing. “Y/N…” He took one of my hands into both of his and looked me so intently in the eye.
“Uh… yeah?” That was as far as my response could go. I couldn’t really think straight with this aura. It felt strange, something that I’ve never once felt before being around Park Jimin.
“I like you Y/N, no actually I love you.” He licked his lips and waited for me to respond.
“I like you too, no I love you too Jimin. I always have done.” I let out a slight laugh. I somewhat knew it wasn’t the love he was talking about but I didn’t know how to deal with it.
“I know that you know that I didn’t mean that sort of love Y/N. I see you as a woman, and I have done for so long now.” He was right, but how could he not be when he’s known me for so long? He can read me like a book.
“Gosh, Jimin I know. I just don’t know how to process this. I don’t know if I can return the same feelings. We’ve been best friends for all our lives.” I admitted, but something was tugging at my heart, I didn’t want to say those words to him. Afraid I’d hurt his feelings. But he needed to know.
“I get that Y/N, I do. We have been best friends for all our lives. But isn’t there the slightest possibility of you liking me more than just a friend because I feel something, something that’s more. I know something’s there. I’ve felt like this for years now, have you never even thought of me as more than just your best friend?” His eyes were searching mine as if to find an answer.
“I don’t know Jimin, I don’t want to ruin anything between us and it’s just ugh Chim, can’t you give me some time to process all of this?”
“But you kissed me Y/N.”
“I know, but I did it to help you prove your blatant lies as true. You asked for my help and that’s what I did.”
“Y/N, come on. I know you inside and out. You can’t possibly kiss me the way you did, with that amount of passion and say that it meant absolutely nothing. that it didn’t make your heart race like it did to mine. I just simply can’t accept that.” When I say that he could read me like a book, I wasn’t lying. It’s true that his kiss made me feel something, a something that I have never felt before. A something that made my heart beat like crazy, smile like crazy. But the possibilities of this risking our friendship was too high, I couldn’t sabotage so many years. I’m not saying that I like him back because I honestly don’t know my own feelings. But his friendship meant so much more to me than the feelings I may or may not have. I couldn’t tell him the possibilities or the maybes I have in my head when I was uncertain, that’d be unfair.
“Come on Chimmy, don’t be like this hmm?” I used my free hand to caress his face, but his eyes never left mine for a second.
“If you really don’t feel the same, then let me kiss you.”
“If you don’t kiss me back then I’ll take it as you don’t share the same feelings as I do. But if you do, then I’ll assume you like me too. Regardless of the results, I won’t let it ruin our friendship I swear.”
“This is silly Jimin, how does this possibly prove -” My words were cut off as he pulled me closer, one of his hands on my lower back and another on the back of my head. His lips now on mine, I couldn’t move. I was too in shock to do anything. The feeling was different to when I kissed him in the cafe. Not in a bad way, but it was definitely different. Maybe because this isn’t supposed to be fake. Maybe because we’re not juggling with fake feelings but with real ones. But this kiss, it made my heart beat so much more, it’s as if there were electricity circulating between us and that’s when I knew what my heart was trying to tell me. But he pulled away, only to wear sadness upon his face.
“I’m sorry Y/N. I get it now.” He was awkward now, yet another unfamiliar atmosphere clouded us. Jimin was going to walk away, but I couldn’t let that happen. Not before I showed him how I really felt.
“Yah Park Jimin.” I called out to him, grabbing ahold of his wrist and pulled him back. He stood now, facing me but his eyes were looking elsewhere. “You didn’t give me enough time to respond.” I laughed and held his face in both of my hands, getting up on my tiptoes I placed a gentle kiss on his plump lips. I was going to pull away but he didn’t allow me. Instead, he held onto me tighter. Smiling into the kiss like he did earlier, I couldn’t help but smile too.
“What does this mean then Y/N?” He said in between placing kisses all over my face, from my forehead to my cheeks then to my nose and finally placing one last on again on my lips.
“It means, I love you.” Once I said those three words he let out a giggle that echoed through my ear and he picked me up and twirled me round. Something I thought would only ever happen in movies and fairytale stories. He gently placed me back onto the ground and smiled again at me, his smile so pure that it made my heart flutter.
“I love you too.”
I think this will be the end! Thanks for reading, and as always feedback is greatly appreciated ~ Have a good day!
Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)
Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*
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Hey guys, I’m currently a college freshman at a major research institution and I thought I’d share some of my tips with you all. These are basically things that I wish someone would have told me before I went to school.
So you breezed through high school. I did too. (Or maybe you didn’t, and that’s fine–if you know how to study and manage your time already, you’re in a better place than those who got by without studying) And maybe you’re even an honors student. Me too. But unless you were at the very top of your class and test like a damn genius, you’re going to have to get your act together in order to be better than average in college. The thing is that colleges accept students just like you as the norm. A student with a 3.5 in high school is a 2.5 student in college unless they learn to put in more work than they ever have before. I’m a national merit scholar in the Honors college at my school and I’ve had to learn how to manage my time more than ever before in order to maintain a 4.0. Basically, my point is this: you’re not as smart as you think you are. Get studying.
Take every AP test you can while in high school. I know the concept of college credit is a little abstract right now, but every AP credit you get in high school is $500 in tuition and $300 in books you don’t have to pay.
Which brings me to my second point: books are expensive. Shop around as much as you can. Try online thrift shops, and know that amazon isn’t always the cheapest. Rent whenever possible, and make sure to check the store’s policy on highlighting in rentals.
Read your textbooks. I get it, the lectures are the same as what’s in the textbook, but if you want to impress your prof and understand the material, at least skim your textbook. Focus on the conclusion of every section as well as topic sentences. Highlight a key phrase or two and mention them in class–it’ll get you hella participation points.
Bring a damn bike. If your campus is larger than a block, you’re going to want a bike. Not only will it get you around quickly on campus, but it’ll get you off campus efficiently as well. Plus, it’s a lot easier to bike back to your dorm at night than it is to walk.
You don’t need all the clothes you think you do. I wore shorts, dresses, knee highs, etc when in high school and I brought those with me to college. But I didn’t need them and couldn’t wear them. Take tank tops/anything sleeveless for example. If you’re walking to class with something sleeveless on and you are also carrying a backpack, your back is going to sweat and you’re going to get backne. Or maybe not, I guess, but I sure did. Backpack sweat is real and it kills. Also, if you brought a bike you don’t want to be trying to bike around in shorts/skirts/dresses if your bare skin will be on the seat. Your legs will sweat and you will get clogged pores. Not to mention flashing everyone you ride by–nothing against that, but I personally didn’t feel comfortable biking like that.
Bring warm clothes if you live in a temperate climate. Here in Michigan, it gets fucking cold. If you’re walking a half a mile to class, you really, really need to be dressed warmly. You also need boots or comfortable walking shoes. Heels are hot but crying because your feet hurt from walking across campus in them is not a good time.
Drink as much water as possible without having to pee unreasonably much. This is just general life advice.
Learn to poop in public. Everyone does it. It happens. If you have communal restrooms or a roommate, you’re going to have to go when someone else is in the bathroom eventually. It will be a lot better for your body if you learn to go when you need to instead of holding it for hours until you’re alone.
Utilize academic advisors and counseling services. They’ll usually be willing to help you out with scheduling, required classes, and personal issues. Transitioning to college can he difficult to adjust to and talking about it can help a lot. Counseling is usually free for students.
You just moved in and all of a sudden they want you to pick where you’ll live next year? What the fuck? So here’s how it worked for me. I moved into my dorm and a month later I got an email telling me that signups for housing next year would be happening soon. I panicked. I wish someone would have told me that you have to be prepared to find somewhere to live next year early on. You may want to live in the dorms again, in which case you’ll need to sign up a couple months after moving in. You may decide you want to live in an apartment or rent a house. In that case, you should get hunting in order to get a good deal on a good apartment close to campus. Apartments go fast, so you’ll need to be on top of it. Your university may also have housing cooperatives, which are large houses owned by a not-for-profit student organization that works differently from traditional houses or apartments. Do your research to find out which housing situation is right for you early on and you’ll face less stress when deadlines to sign leases occur.
Anyway, this is what I can think of for now. If anyone has any questions about transitioning to college or about MSU in particular, feel free to ask!
“So how did your date turn out the other night?” Harry appears into my
side view, still buttoning up his crisp, ironed-by-me chemise as he walks to
stop beside me. I turn on my heel, bumping my hip into the marble countertop as
I let a humourless chuckle flow past my lips.
“Disastrous. Catastrophic. I-never-ran-so-fast-in-my-life-short.” I
laugh loudly, handing Harry the utensils for his dinner in a few hours. I pull
on his shirt near his shoulder to straighten it before I lightly push at
Harry’s chest to get him up and going – there wasn’t much time left.
“Couldn’t be that bad,” Harry starts off but pauses ever-so-subtle, “or
can it?” he disappears from my view – hopefully to his large dinner table in
his living room – elevating his voice so we could continue our conversation.
“Believe me. It really can be. Not that you ever experienced a hell like
that.” Again, a chuckle passes my lips while I shake my head. A friend of
Harry’s had set me up on this date and the male in question wasn’t that
horrible, but our mind sets were so different I don’t think that could have
ever worked out. I cut the date short after a comment that resembled ‘all women
belong in the kitchen’ and sent the lad on his way.
“As if girls throwing them at my feet is something that’s so thrilling.
Can’t even have a proper conversation like that. They only have one thing on
their mind.” Harry appears back into my view to grab a few napkins on the edge
of the table, already turning on his heel again.
“Not to start anything – but uh – you sound like a woman. All men are
the same kinda shit? But reversed.” I stop my motions as an amused grin crawls
onto my features, dropping the dessert spoons back on the marble and discarding
them all together.
“I’m offended. You’re implying that I whine. I don’t whine, I complain
that I can’t get laid.” Harry’s voice is still humorous as he ducks beside me
to grab the dessert spoons off of the table, bumping his hip with mine to get
me out of the way. “I still need glasses.”
“Harry come on, if you wanted loose sex, you’d have it in an instant.” I
ignore his comment about the glasses but turn for the cabinet either way. Harry
wasn’t someone you could just approach like you’d do while out clubbing, but
that didn’t mean the boy couldn’t get lucky from time to time.
“I couldn’t even fix myself a proper date? Let alone find myself a one
night stand. They don’t see me like that.” Harry mopes somewhere on the
premises of his loft, but nowhere in my line of sight. I visibly roll my eyes –
although he obviously can’t see that – all the while a scoff leaves my lips.
“Ah come on, Styles. You’re fuckable. Don’t complain.” I discard his
nonsense almost directly. Sometimes I wonder if Harry realized how attractive
he even was. He could come off as strong and confident but he was just as
insecure as the rest of us – maybe even more than the rest of us.
“What did you just say?” Harry’s voice lowered, his movements stilling
as his whole body turned in my direction. “I – never mind.” I mumble, feeling a
blush creep onto my features from Harry’s intense stare. The confidence I had once
possessed around had completely drained because of his whole aura, the
demanding stare accompanied by that lopsided smirk of his.
“Say it again,” Harry demanded quietly, already making his way back up
to me, a smile beginning to grow on his lips.
“You’re – well. Desirable. You damn well know that H.” I groan, not
quite sure why he suddenly desired a confirmation of his good looks – let alone
from me. I’m not sure how long it takes for any sound to pass between us. Harry
had always been someone for a dramatic pause now and then.
“I didn’t know you thought about me that way, Y/n.” Harry’s smirk
continues to grow as he discards the cutlery completely, slowly trailing
towards his open kitchen, where I’m still gathering other utensils needed for
Harry’s family dinner.
“I didn’t say I did. I was stating a well-known fact.” I awkwardly throw
back at him, trying to maintain a grin of my own as I feel the ground
underneath my feet heating rapidly.
“You sure?” He toys with me, his eyes twinkling underneath the dim
lighting of his kitchen. He twirls around me, collecting the glasses I had
gotten out of the cabinet one by one.
“Yeah…” I trail off, wondering to myself if I was indeed sure of my
words. I keep my gaze trained on the expensive crystal instead of my best mate
fluttering around me as if this wasn’t a conversation we weren’t supposed to
“Too bad.” I still in my movements, one of my hands curled around the
stem of a wine glass as I balance my whole weight on my tippy toes. I try to
speed-rake my mind about what intentions could have been behind those two
simple, plain words, but come up rather empty-handed. Well, I was never someone
who could rapidly come up with solutions anyway.
“Too – what? Why?” I come out of my trance, landing back onto my feet as
I turn around, glass dangling in my hand which Harry happily plucks from
between my fingers.
“I’d – I wouldn’t mind.” He winks and within a split second my cheeks
are a fire-blazing red and my eyes are as wide as they can possibly get without
I’m taking one step forward, towards Harry, but refrain from moving any
further. I’m not sure if I’m reading his words as I’m supposed to, and I’m not
ready to give into my urges if they are misplaced. Harry is a bit more
confident than I am and closes the gap between us in just a matter of a few
I’m pressed against the counter, my hands covering over Harry’s biceps
as his own hands cup my face, keeping me in place. A little noise – what it was
supposed to sound as, even I am not completely certain – leaves my lips and
causes Harry to push himself even impossibly closer.
His hands wander, his lips staying locked with mine as my own mind seems
to click. My hands rest on his firm biceps first, a few moments later letting
them flow over his exposed arm towards his toned chest. I’m letting my fingers
ghost up on his chest towards his neck when Harry’s hands cup my bum firmly,
drawing a moan from my already parted lips.
“How much time do we still have?” Harry breathes against the skin of my
neck. He technically forces me to open my eyes, which are immediately cast
towards the clock on the far kitchen wall. “If we’re lucky, about forty-five
“That’s all I need.” Harry chuckles as his arms snake around my body,
hoisting me up into his arms. I just hope we’re not getting an unexpected
When I first started this blog, I was studying Korean, Mandarin, and Japanese all at the same time. It gradually turned into more of a Korean-only blog, but I have been sort of maintaining my basic-level Mandarin, and I have recently started getting back into studying Japanese (let’s see how long it lasts!). So, how do I do it? How does one successfully study multiple languages at once? Learning more than one language at the same time poses some unique issues outside of those that one would face learning just one. Today, I’ll touch on what I think, based on my own experience, are some of the most important things to remember and do to learn more than one language at a time. Remember, this is all just based on my own experience; others might have different takes, but this is mine~
Starting out with differing levels
One reason why I feel that my first attempt to learn Japanese failed was because I was still in the very basic stages of learning Mandarin. In my opinion, the beginning level is where progress should be the fastest as you start building up your foundation, and building that foundation requires undivided concentration and a lot of practice and repetition. My Korean was advanced enough that it didn’t really impact things in this aspect, but with trying to study basic level Mandarin and Japanese at the same time, I found myself sometimes getting confused, and I felt like I was slogging through the basics way too slowly because I had to divide my limited time between the two. I was able to give neither my Mandarin nor my Japanese foundation the attention it needed to really start strong, and both suffered as a result. I decided to prioritize Mandarin, and now that I’ve gotten to a point with that where I feel I am a bit beyond that critical minimum, I am able to devote more time to Japanese without feeling like my Mandarin is taking a hit because of it. My advice would be to avoid starting two languages at the same time. Make sure you build a solid base in one language and feel confident that it won’t interfere with (or be disrupted by) introducing another language into your study schedule.
Finding the time to study even just one language can be hard enough if you’re leading a busy life, but you have to be especially on your time management game if you want to go for more than one. Consistency is key—languages are very much a use-it-or-lose-it deal, so try to schedule set study times for each language in each week. On the off days for a language, you should still try to fit in even a few minutes of vocab or grammar review just to keep your brain in focus! Making a schedule can, provided you commit to actually following the schedule, help you ensure that you get that vital study time in, and that you don’t accidentally pour a ton of time into one language and as a result leave the other to wither away.
Exposure, exposure, and more exposure
Of course exposure to a lot of input of the target language is crucial even when learning only one language. However, making sure you get a good amount of exposure to each of your languages when you have multiple languages you are working on at once can be a bit tricky. You can set time aside for consuming media like TV programs, music, and other things for each language, but that usually only gives you exposure to one at a time. There are ways to get exposure to multiple languages at once! For example, I study Japanese using only Korean-language resources, and I constantly work to draw parallels between vocabulary that I know in Korean, Mandarin, and Japanese. My Chinese language exchange partner and I communicate primarily in Korean when we are just chatting and not actually studying together, and I have found multiple penpals and language exchange partners on various platforms that speak two or sometimes even all three of the languages I am currently focusing on! I especially recommend trying to study using languages other than your native language because it might help you see certain grammatical constructs and concepts in ways that are hard to express in your native language. Find language exchange partners that you can speak with in multiple languages so you can make the most of your practice time as well :)
Ultimately, learning more than one language at a time is a challenge. However, it is certainly doable if you make sure that you give each language the time and attention it needs and do your best to keep interference between languages to a minimum, especially at the starting stages. Finally, make sure you get a lot of exposure and practice, and you’ll be good to go!