this is for my friend ok leave me alone

I am not shy. Having a social disorder does not make you shy. I can be loud. I laugh a lot. I’m outspoken and will do crazy stuff. I can take up all the space and I can voice my opinion. I can take attention. But ONLY around people I’m comfortable with.

I get panicked at the shop. I can’t go shopping or anywhere on my own. I can’t pay for items by myself. I have to count my change 20 times first. If I can’t plan the conversation I won’t talk to them. Talking to people i don’t know is almost impossible and talking in front of people is torture. I have to rehearse the words yes Mrs every morning to answer a register. If I’m out alone i can’t breath. Someone is always judging me. The way I look, how i walk, the clothes i wear… if someone laughs it’s always at me. These thoughts will drown me. I am terrified of telling new people about my interests from fear of judgement. When out with friends i will always watch what i say, I might slip up otherwise and everyone will hate me. I worry my friends just don’t know how to get rid of me. Every. Single. Day. When I leave a social situation i always regret most of what I say and think nobody really likes me. They just tolerate me. When someone asks if I’m ok. I have to say yes. If I talk about my real feelings, they will think I’m annoying and won’t care. They will call me dramatic. So it’s easier to say I’m good. If a friend even jokes about me. I take it to heart and pretend it’s funny. The minute I’m alone, I think of ways to change. I dwell on awkward moments that I shouldn’t. I can’t make eye contact, its to much. I cross the street so I don’t pass anyone. I’m terrified when someone says can we talk. I have read this post about 100 times for mistakes, from fear someone will point out a flaw.

These are some of what I go through. But I am not shy. No where near. Don’t confuse the two. There’s shyness but there’s also social disorders. They are not the same thing.

Originally posted by salvatore2-mikaelson7

Warning: like one swear word

A/N: Requested. Keep sending in requests guys.


“Thank you, Klaus. For making my shitty birthday turn into a great one” I thank Klaus as he walks me up to my door

“No thanks needed love, I’m just glad you had a good birthday” he replies earnestly

“(Y/n)!” we both hear from behind us, we both turn and see Damon

“What do you want Damon?” I say annoyed

“Yes, what do you want? Haven’t you messed up enough?” Klaus says, getting into a protective stance in front of me. I look to Klaus with a look of adoration, no one, not even Damon, has protected me as much as Klaus has and is. This makes me think of all the times Klaus went after my friends and I realized that not once has Klaus put me in immediate danger and has always kept me safe and out of the line of fire between him and my friends, even though it was difficult when Elena and Damon would put me back into it.

“What are you talking about I’m her boyfriend and you’re the enemy” Damon spits out

“Do you really- “Klaus starts

“Actually Damon right about now you’re not my boyfriend and Klaus has been a better friend to me then my actual friends and he has been the only one to not betray me and oh I don’t know, sleep with one of my best friends, so if you would be so kind as to leave me and Klaus alone that would be great” I cut Klaus off grabbing his hand and pulling him inside leaving a dumbfounded look on Damon’s face

“You ok love?” Klaus asks me immediately after the door closes

“I will be”

“Want to watch a movie?” he says gently

“I would really like that, I’m choosing though” I say with a smile on my face

“Well hopefully you have good taste in movies” he replies cheekily


It’s near the end of the movie when Klaus speaks up

“I’m leaving”

“What?” I say siting up as I had my head down on Klaus’ lap

“My family and I are moving to New Orleans something has come up”

“Oh.” Is all I could say. After everything that has happened I realised that I no longer belonged in mystic falls the others would trust me anyway now that they knew that I sided with their enemy

“I’m sorry lo- “

“Can I come with you” I cut him off again

“You want to come to New Orleans with me?” surprised at the question

“Well I don’t belong here anymore and I feel more at home with you than anywhere else so why not, parents won’t care”

“We leave in two days” Klaus replies with a smile on his face

Group Project... (Parker x Reader)

(A/N) HII! So, I’ve been working on all the requests so far and I’m so excited for what I have in store for you guys, in the mean time, I hope you all can enjoy something I’ve been working on for a while. While there was no official request, it was something I had a lot of fun writing, enjoy!

“I have no clue what this is supposed to be.” I said, my eyes widening as I glanced at my friends laptop screen.

“Oh, come on… it’s obviously something to do with chemical compositions of water…” (Y/F/N) said. My face read disbelief.

“You’re delusional…. how are you in AP CHEM?” I asked sarcastically. She laughed a little before closing the picture, returning to the random game of solitaire she was playing instead of working on our group project.

“Nick, you got anything on aragonite saturation? We should include that in our presentation if we decide to go in depth about the acidification effects on water.” Nick looked at me as I spoke.

“Yeah, I got some reports about the reliability of the testing, but it’s outdated and scientists have switched to more modern method of study,” Nick replied, pulling up the various articles he found to show me.

“Interesting, can you find more information about the new tests?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m on it.”

“Peter…” I called across the lab table, he looked up startled. “How’s your progress on the physical properties of water?”

“Uh… go—good.” He stuttered avoiding my eye.

“Do you think you have enough to pull the presentation together?” I asked hopefully.

“Oh… yeah—definitely…” he trailed off, glancing up once to meet my eye before blushing intensely looking back to the laptop screen.

“Good good…,” I trailed off returning to my own research.

It was obvious Peter was uncomfortable with the group he was placed in for our chemistry project, he clearly wasn’t friends with any of us, and he preferred to do his work alone as opposed to in the group, like I had been pushing for all of us to do. Peter insisted he could handle completing the work that was meant for two people on his own, leaving the three of us, me, Nick and (Y/F/N) to tackle the chemical properties of water, and its affect on the ecosystem.

“Ok, presentations are Monday, that gives us one more class day to work on it. We still need to start on the slideshow and practicing if we want a good grade,” I said with three minutes left in class.

“We’ll work on the slides tomorrow. Don’t worry, we got this,” (Y/F/N) said, still playing the solitaire game from earlier.

“Yeah, well that doesn’t make up for the fact that we’ll probably need to work on this over the weekend. We still need to incorporate all the information we’ve found into one, smooth presentation.” I glanced over at Peter who hasn’t looked up from his computer and who hasn’t said a word, apart from when I forced him to update me on his progress.

“Peter, what do you think?” I asked, curious about someone else’s opinion.

He looked up, his eyes shifting from me to (Y/F/N). He opened his mouth to respond when the deafening bell sounded instead. Nick and (Y/F/N) sprinted out of the room, having packed up a few minutes earlier, leaving Peter and yourself to pack up together.

“If you need any help at all with your part, I’m always open,” I offered Peter. He glanced up at me, mumbling a quiet thanks before looking back at his backpack.

“Honestly, I’m not just trying to be nice. Anyways, the whole project is about tying the chemical and physical properties together, so it might help if we collaborate or something…” I said, following Peter out of the empty lab room and down the hall to his locker.

“Ok, thanks… for the offer,” he said, opening his locker quickly and grabbing his sweatshirt before slamming it shut. “I’ll see you tomorrow, (Y/N).”

“See you…,” I trailed off, my voice quieting in the busy halls of the emptying school as I was left alone in a sea of people.

“So what’s our status on this project?” I asked no one in particular, closing my eyes and rubbing my forehead in attempt to alleviate the headache I have.

“We have the background and intro slide done,” Nick said, making a face as if we spent the entire class period working as efficiently as possible.

“Ugh….” I groaned, my head falling into the table as a sign of defeat. “So we definitely have to do this over the weekend…”

“Yeah… sorry (Y/N), not gonna happen. I have soccer practice all day tomorrow, and then playoffs Sunday. I’m booked solid,” (Y/F/N) said, her eyes growing tired at the mere thought of all the energy she’ll soon exhaust.

“Nick?” I asked hopefully.

“Sorry… the football tournament, we have like— three games.”

“Peter, please tell me you’ve got my back,” I begged my head on the table and giving my best pout to him.

“Yeah, yeah, I—I have no plans,” he said, his gaze quickly diverting back to the slideshow we had been working on.

“Great, meet me at the library tomorrow, noon?” I asked, hoping he’d look at me for confirmation.

“Noon sounds fine.” The bell rang, and the room cleared. Like usual, I was left the last in the room with only the teacher. I waved goodbye to him as I left.

I began my walk home, but the brisk wind cut against my cheeks, burning them raw from the cold of late October. Walking home in terrible weather was a usual for me, unless I took the subway which I hated with a passion.

I was one or two blocks from the apartment when, through my loud music I heard screams from up ahead. I stopped suddenly. They were abnormal, loud. It was a shrieking that seemed to rattle my bones. I was almost scared to continue walking—did I really want to know what was up ahead?

I took out a single earbud, listening again but only hearing the wind against my ears. Then, it happened again. A loud shriek, I swear someone must have been getting murdered. This time, it was followed by a noise that sounded like the air getting cut.

It seemed to be coming from behind me, and I turned just in time to see a red blob swinging down the middle of the street in record time. He must’ve gotten two or three blocks down before he swung to a right side street. Spiderman. I should’ve known. But, he was a legend; literally. Stories told in the streets. Rarely seen, but greatly appreciated. I was amazed I had even seen him at all.

I smiled an awestruck smile, and continued to walk to my apartment, taking extra caution, but keeping my eyes open for the man in a red suit.

“You should’ve seen him! It’s amazing! He’s amazing! I cant believe I saw him with my own eyes!” I exclaimed, recounting yesterday’s events to Peter. He sat across from me at the table in the library, and he seemed half-interested in what i was saying, half-focused on our science project.

“Imagine being that athletic, that—that fit. Having, powers—or whatever. He must feel like he could do anything,” I trailed off, my mind wandering to the hero I’d seen yesterday. “Don’t you think?”

“Sorry, who are we talking about again?” Peter asked jokingly, looking up from his computer with a small smile.

“Spiderman! Who else?” I played along, smiling back. My eyes trailed to my left, my thoughts traveling away as I began focusing on a bookshelf across from us. “But, I guess it isn’t always sunshine and flowers,” I said, I looked back at him, leaning slightly farther towards him.

“Huh?“Peter asked, maintaining eye contact with me.

“I mean, with any power, control, abilities—whatever,” I struggled to find the right wording. “There’s always gonna be responsibility…”

“I guess you’re right,” Peter said. He looked around the open room.

“Sure, he might be fighting crime and being a hero, but whenever something goes wrong—whenever a criminal gets away—who’s going to be the first person to get blamed?” Peter was glaring at me intensely now, giving me his full attention.

“And then there’s the guilt, the guilt of not being able to save everyone. I mean, he’s just a guy right? He’s gotta have a life. What happens when one day, he’s not there to save the city?” Peter looked away, his eyes lost with his own thought. “Sorry, we should probably get back to work.”

“You make a good point,” Peter said after sitting in silence for minutes. “There has to be negatives to protecting the city. But he’s obviously willing to accept them, the consequences of the ‘job’, for the better good. He’s willing to accept that responsibility, so long as someone gets saved along the way.”

“I suppose,” I started, “he’s truly one of the good ones then. Willing to risk his life, his sanity, for a bunch of strangers in New York City.”

“What a guy,” Peter said, cracking a smile at me when I looked up at him.

“What a guy,” I repeated, laughing slightly. I looked back down at the computer screen and continued on the group work that had to be done Monday morning. It was a lot of work, but I had no doubt in my mind Peter and I could get it done.

After a long four hours, Peter and I had managed to completely finish the twenty slide PowerPoint, and write Flashcards for each one of us to read from when it was our time to present our findings. It was starting to get dark out, but I wasn’t going to admit I was nervous to walk alone. Fortunately, Peter offered to walk me back to the apartments. I’m pretty sure he lived nearby anyway.

“Thanks, for offering.”

“No problem,” Peter said.

I think that in a matter of a few hours, Peter and I had actually become friends. He wasn’t awkwardly stuttering around me, and he actually made eye contact and conversation. I hope this ‘friendship’ goes beyond this weekend, because honestly he’s pretty kind.

“You’re pretty cool, you know?” Peter said after walking in silence for a bit. “You’re not like the other girls you hang out with.”

“I’ll take that as a complement?” I questioned.

“Oh! Yeah! I didn’t mean anything by that just—,” he put his hands out in defense. “You’re nice, not hanging off every boy just to get laid.” He took a breath, a bit of hesitation. “You made an effort.”

I chuckled. “Thanks, I guess.”

We walked in silence for a couple of more minutes as we approached the block that I lived on. I dreaded having to end the walk, because Peter’s company made me feel happy.

“Well, this is me,” I said, stopping short at the apartment entrance. Peter looked at the building and turned to me.

“We should do group projects together more often, it was fun.”

“We should,” I said, “we work really well together.” I smiled slightly.

Peter smiled back, looking at his shoes quickly, blush taking over his face. “We should definitely do more group projects together.”

“Definitely,” I agreed.

“Even if like, it’s just the two of us, we could still, y'know, work together,” Peter was back to his stuttering self. Now, I was the one blushing.

“I’d like that,” I said, “if you’re up for it, of course.”

“I mean, definitely, I am,” Peter said, looking up again, his arm slightly reaching towards me as he spoke. He realized he was reaching for me and blushed intensely, immediately moving it to his head, rubbing it as he turned.

“I guess I should be getting inside then?” I posed it as a question, wondering if we were done talking around this subject.

“Of course, its freezing!” Peter said. “Sorry, I babble.”

I turned to go inside, my hand pushing the door open. I turned around, leaning into the slightly open door and debated saying the words on the tip of my tongue. I got enough courage to say it. “I’d love to go out with you.”

“Oh good, you see, I was going to ask…” Peter continued to talk mindlessly, seeming to speak a mile per second, I smiled again, rolling my eyes as I pushed the door open some more.

“See you Monday, Parker,” I said, turning around and walking through the door.

“Yeah, Monday,” he waved, smiling widely as I walked away.

The one who left (Reggie x reader imagine)

Reader x Reggie


A/N: Hey everyone! so I’ve been inspired by @imtrying13 to do this, you should totally check her account.

Anyway this is just a reader x reggie imagine as friends and I actually wanted to make them end up together but it felt so rush so I prefer to do a second part if you want me to do it.

Sorry if I’ve misspeld something, I’m Spanish! hahah


Many people think that being friends with everyone is something great, well I’ll tell you a secret, it’s not. Being friends with everybody feels lonely, you see how people have their best friends and you just hang out with everyone and come back home alone.

That’s how my life is since I started high school, I’m friends with Betty, Veronica, Jughead, Kevin and Archie, on the other hand I’m friends with Cheryl, I’m also friends with the Pussycats and some boys on the team and on top of that I’m the captain of the dance crew, where I have more friends.

I’m always smiling and laughing, but is it how I fell inside? Not at all, but I couldn’t tell that to anyone, they have their own problems and in times like this is when I miss having a best friend.

One day, when I was walking home alone, feeling free of my happy façade I burst into tears, I felt so stupid every time I cried, because I didn’t even have a reason to feel like this, I just hated it so I tried to stop, which it wasn’t happening.

When I finally came home I ran into my room and I locked me inside, luckily my parents weren’t home, even though they wouldn’t have care about my problems if they were.

I made myself stop crying just to pay close attention to something I heard, like someone throwing something to my window. I waited until I heard it again and this time I actually saw it.

I went to my window and when I opened it and look outside I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

“What are you doing here Reggie?” I asked trying to hide my flickering voice.

“Can I come in?” I just nodded, it wasn’t the first time he climbed to get inside my room, he did it a lot when we were younger, their house was next to mine so every time our parents went to dinners or things like that he just came to my room and we had a lot of fun, I kind of miss that.

I looked myself into the mirror and wiped some tears from my eyes so he wouldn’t see I was crying and when he came into my room I just turned around with the best smile I could give him right now.

“Hey Reginald”

“Hey (Y/N/N)”

“What brings you here? Are you up to a slumber party?” he just gave me a half smile for my joke and he was avoiding eye contact so I erased my smile “Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine” he replied fast, realizing I was worried “I’m actually here to ask you that question, is everything ok?”

I frowned and turned around, getting my bag and doing like I was looking for something inside “Of course everything is ok, why would it not?”

“I don’t know. That’s what I want to know.” I heard he was coming closer “I know you and I can tell when something goes wrong” I couldn’t help it and I just laugh at that.

“Do you really know me?” I asked turning around to face him again “Because if I’m right we haven’t had a real talk since middle school, so you should reform that sentence and say you think you know me instead”

“Are you mad at me for us drifting apart? Because all this time I thought we were still friends, it’s not like we have stopped talking or something”

“Yeah… never mind Reggie, I told you, everything is fine so you can leave”

I left the room with him still inside and I went to the kitchen to grab some water, but what I was actually doing was runaway.

Before I could even drink the water the tears came back to my eyes and I could feel my throat tighter, at any second I would start sobbing and I won’t be able to stop.

“(Y/n)?” I heard Reggie’s voice at the door and when I saw he had followed me I looked through the window, avoiding his eyes.

“I told you to leave!” I couldn’t hide my broken voice this time.

“I’m not leaving you like this”

“Do you really want to know what happens?” I said looking at him “I feel alone, ok? And I-I feel stupid for feeling like this, now you know it, you can carry on with your life”

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” he came to me in a second.

“Because this is your fault! You were my best friend, I told you everything and you made me feel  like I wasn’t the only one with crappy parents, like you were my partner in crime, but you left Reggie, when we started high school you get into the team, you made new friends, you stopped coming into my room and I just stand there watching it happen and I thought it would be ok because we still talked in the halls, we greeted each other at pop’s and now you come here asking me what’s wrong”

We stayed in silence for what it seemed an eternity, he looking at me and me looking at him, finally free of all my chains.

“I wasn’t the one who left (Y/N)” he said calmly “When we started high school you were the one who get in to the dance crew and made a bunch of new friends, you were always busy learning a new dance or helping someone with their homework and I just felt like I was bothering you every time I came into your room and you were in your own world, so don’t try to put all the blame on me”

His words felt like ice in my veins, I could even feel how my body was shivering. I didn’t know what to say, because all the time I was seeing what he did that hurt me, but I didn’t even think about what I did to hurt him and break this friendship.

The truth was that we both let this get worse every day, both thinking the other would suddenly come and fix all the damage and it finally happened, later than I expected which means a lot of time wasted.

“I guess I didn’t think about that” I felt so stupid right now, I did this to myself “I’m sorry for being such a bad friend Reg, I guess I needed someone to blame for my problems” I said in a soft tone, he was really close so I didn’t need to say it louder.

“It’s not your fault, we both let this happen, so I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have let this get so bad”

We remained silent for a few seconds until he smiled and I mirrored his action, feeling better and hoping that I really had him back.

“Do you want to go to Pop’s?” he finally asked.

“Sure” He started walking to the door but he stopped when I wasn’t following and turned to look at me.


“Yes, sorry, I got stuck in my mind” I replied with a laugh and following him.

Jughead x Reader: New Girl

Plot: The new girl seems a little more vicious than Veronica, and Jughead wants to know more about the girl that claims ‘to know more why Jason left’.

Notes: Cliffhanger, Female!Reader


Y/N had never been, obviously, she came around a couple of hours ago. Her eyes were calculating, her head was tilted and everything about her told everyone to not look towards her, maybe out of respect but mostly out of fear.

Walking into Pop’s was intense, mainly because the small town hadn’t seen her, and everyone new everyone. So with the chime of the door all eyes were on the mystery girl at the Pop’s door.

Her steps were hush, smooth and suave, everyone was staring as she wandered towards the counter, stopped and waited for the staff to say something.

“Are you the order of L/N?” 

“Yes, but I’m actually going to eat here, my hosts aren’t quite ready for me yet.”

“That’s fine, may I ask of the hosts names? I know everyone here.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows, she knew that the town was small but she didn’t realise how noisy they were, but attention seeking and curious she replied.

“The Blossoms, I was exceedingly close to the recently passed.”

Now everyone was inconspicuously silent, including Jughead.

He was engrossed in his book on the topic of the mentioned when he heard the words of Y/N the new girl. He continued typing slightly slower as he heard the conversation of what could be a vital piece to his story.

“He wrote to me everyday until he passed.”

Jughead couldn’t help but notice the way she said ‘until he passed’.

Y/N was now waltzing over to a booth near Jughead, but she obviously paid no attention to beanie king. She sat down and sipped on a milkshake and nibbled on some fries from a take away bag. But the gaze was irritating, she looked up, and stared into Jughead’s gaze.

“Can I help you?” Y/N sourly offered a raised eyebrow as she shoved another fry into her mouth, Jughead instead of replying grabbed his computer stood up and sat in the chair opposite her.

“Friend of the Blossoms?”

“Jason, Cheryl ok but not my type, don’t get me started on the parents.”

“How close?”

Y/N noticed Jughead take a fry from her, her patience lessened as she slowly leaned forward trying to intimidate Jughead.

“You’re the writer right? Jug-something, whatever it may be, stay out of my way, I’m here for Cheryl and my own answers, you seem like you’re gonna get in the way with you ‘investigation’. So please enough questioning, leave me alone I won’t help you.”

Teen tension started rising.

They stared for a few moments blankly each other both waiting for a reaction, until Jughead spoke, “It’s Jughead, and I highly doubt that with the same motives we will both stay out of each others way. You’d be surprised by how much I know.”

Y/N smiled, devious, not warming now welcoming but knowingly, it seemed mocking, as if she knew everything he had was wrong.

“I’m the one who knows why he left, not you.”

With those words, Y/N stood up and stared at his shocked face for a moment, she then ditched him along with her food and left Pop’s.

Jughead stared blankly for a moment, the mystery girl seemed vital now, to the police and himself, but maybe it was bluff, she seemed like the type of girl. But no matter how much he thought about the sudden meeting three statements were stuck in his head.

A. What does she know?
B. What defines ‘own answers’?
C. Why is her gaze so alluring?

Little Beasts and Where to Hide Them

Summary:  You may or may not be hiding something from your boyfriend.  Takes place between Day 11 and the After Ending.

Pairing:  Zen x MC/Reader

Genre:  Slice of Life; Fluff

Rating:  G

Word Count:  Approx. 1900

It was a lazy Saturday night.  Zen had been hard at work for over a month, leaving early in the morning and returning well into the night.  Your boyfriend’s career had definitely been picking up; for the past several weeks, he had been juggling film sessions with a new TV drama series, as well as doing a lot of commercials.  The downside was that you hadn’t seen much of him, lately, other than a goodbye kiss in the morning and maybe a midnight snack once he got home, although you called and texted each other often.  You were happy for him, of course, but he knew that you missed him.

So, tonight was going to be all about the two of you.  He finally had an evening off, and he was determined to spend it with you.  You had just eaten a lovely dinner, together, cooked by you but with prep help from Zen.  Now, you two were cuddling on the couch, rubbing noses and being generally affectionate.  It was a beautiful evening.

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"Lol ok"

Shortly after I broke up with the man I loved, his friend (more or less acquaintance) began texting me.

I was in a different state at the time, but our new connection was incredible. I had known this man over a year, but only now was I really getting to know him. We would talk about art, he’d Skype me when I was home alone at night and scared (I lived in a really bad neighborhood and my mom and her husband had a bad habit of leaving me alone from 6pm to 4am without telling me where they were going)  and we’d frequently talk until 5 in the morning.

He was an incredible artist and he had a kind soul. He was a little cocky and goofy on the outside (think typical “bro” type) but truly sweet to me, and it wasn’t long before we began flirting.

I started wishing I was still in the same state as him, because he would say he wanted to hang out, and I never got to hang out with this guy alone before.

My ex accused me of having feelings for him, something which I hadn’t really thought about. I thought I just had a crush on him, but then I realized perhaps I did have feelings for him. But, I still loved my ex too, and when I was confronted about my feelings for him, I denied them entirely and said “I only see you as a friend.”

About a week after that, a woman he had been infatuated with finally returned his feelings. He fell in love with her and broke off contact with me.

The last message I sent him was a picture of my kitten. I told him how I rescued him and named him Senshi, for warrior, something this guy liked to call himself and others who fought through life. He said Lol OK, and never said anything else.

I took that as a sign that our friendship had faded.

A few weeks ago, I saw him again. He and I and a few friends hung out together. We locked eyes for a moment, and smiled with a friendly gaze. I realized that I didn’t miss the flirting or the crush I had on him, I missed his friendship. I missed being able to talk about art with someone who was artistic himself, being able to talk about lonlieness with someone who had his heart broken just as hard as mine was, to talk about insomnia with someone who stayed up just as late as I did.

But maybe our paths were only supposed to cross for a short time, for him to give me the strength to get through the issues I had been fighting at the time, and then move on.

I miss you, bro. I miss your texts and your silly, stupid sayings. But I know you’re happy, and probably not thinking about me as much as I think about you, but I do miss you.


Here’s the lyrics, romaji and English translation for Love Cheer!

All of this was done by me and @bluemooneri (thank you!!)

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* Hamilsquad x agender!Reader
* Modern
* Requested by anonymous (both)
* Request: Hamilsquad x agender!Reader where Charles Lee or Thomas or both make fun of the reader and they’re very depressed afterwards and the Hamilsquad tries and succeeds at cheering them up (they/them) pronouns.
* Request: The reader feels really bad about themselves and is insecure and the squad helps cheer them up? If you could make it fluffy, that would be awesome. Could you also use they/them pronouns.

    A/N: I’ll tell you, I glared at my computer screen trying to come up with a more original idea and not as degrading intro but I couldn’t. I’m going apologize in advance if I offend anyone with my intro to the story but it’s Thomas and Charles being assholes…and I apologized if I completely fuck this story up. I’m not sure how good I’ll do writing agender reader, so…I hope I did good and I hope you guys enjoy. I also hope you know my inbox is always open if y’all want to talk or you can private message me.

    Word Count: 1,486 (Sorry it’s shorter than usual. I didn’t know what else to add.)


    You sat in the dinning hall wishing one of your friends was with you. Hercules promised to meet up with you but he had a meeting with one of his professors. He swore it wouldn’t take long. Still, you wished he didn’t have it at all. You hated being in the dinning hall alone. It made you feel more singled out than you already were. It didn’t help when you saw two men walk into the building. One in a god-awful magenta shirt, the other with his black hair slicked to one side. You slouched in your chair, practically begging for the ground to just open up beneath your chair right then and there. Anything to keep those two from noticing you.

    However, that kind of divine intervention didn’t happen. Also, it seemed like at least one of those men could always tell when you were with 100 yards of them. You watched as Charles scanned the room. His eyes landed on you and he his evil smirk fell into place. This kid had called out a professor once. Alexander and John both threatened his life afterwards, but still, he didn’t care what people thought of him. Charles nudged Thomas and nodded toward you.


    You weren’t doing this today. You scooped up your things and made a be-line to the dish drop off to leave the dinning hall. However, Thomas stepped in front of you. Had you not skidded to a stop when you did, you would’ve ended up wearing what was left of your lunch.

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    Mall Weeb

     This is a very long story, apologies. TL;DR at bottom. Trigger: Sexual Assault, Violence.

    I have a friend, lets call him DJ, who has a son who is about 7. This son, lets call him Kyle, loves going to the mall and looking at all of the anime action figures in a particular store. One day I was babysitting Kyle, and he asked if we could go to the mall. I said yes, we piled in my car and headed their. We walked around the mall for a little bit and had a super good time. Then Kyle asked to go to the anime store, I tell him that his dad is coming to the mall to pick him up so this will be our last stop. Kyle agrees, and I text DJ to meet us at said anime store. Kyle and I walk in and the kid goes crazy as usual. As I follow him around I see a few guys huddled around the manga section. They looked to be about 20, maybe a little older, and were quietly mumbling to each other. As I follow Kyle, I notice one of the boys is staring at me, and I start getting creeped out. This kid then starts slowly inching closer to me and Kyle. To give a little more background on me, I am a 5 ft, female who is a little on the chubby side, and looks significantly younger than my ID suggests. I am almost 25 and I often get mistaken for a 16 year old. I am also much stronger than your average woman due to years of heavy weight lifting. This does not physically show because “if you have fat, you must be weak”`. 

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    The One

    Prompt: Sheamus romantic, fluffy smut. Anon

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    have i introduced you to my cactus pals yet?
    this is lester (tall one with the yellow), nancy (spiky one with the pink), and the middle one hasn’t got a name yet!! i would like you all to help me pick a name so send me names for him! (i say him, but he’s a cactus, and also gender doesn’t exist so any names will work!)
    you can’t see her, but there’s another little cactus pal and her name is bijou (ha! this binch went and named a cactus after lauren can you believe it)
    (how long could i make this, i know i know) lester is named after,,,, do i even need to say it,,,, phil lester of course,,,, leave me alone how could i get a houseplant and not mention phil ok,,,, and nancy is named after my best friend ashlynn (who btw is the one who gave me these little pals for my birthday what a gal!!!) ok that is all send me some names for the last one!!

    Good Enough (1)

    prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; part fourteen; part fifteen; part sixteen; part seventeen; part eighteen; part nineteen; part twenty; part twenty one; part twenty two; part twenty three; part twenty four; epilogue.

    bonus scenes: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

    Kicking the toilet door open, you wiped your mouth with a tissue and moved to the sink, rinsing your mouth out with water from the tap. It was the third time today you’d made the dash to the bathroom and it wasn’t even lunchtime. You ran a hand through your hair and looked at your reflection in the mirror, frowning at your tired expression. The lack of sleep last night was evident on your face, although the tears had dried up this morning.

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    anonymous asked:

    Can I plz have some (long?) angst with RFA + V & Saeran that doesnt end well (Im not meaning like MC dying but some bad angst that makes her leave them or something)

    Thank you for your request , i tried to make it long and good (i think i failed)


    Please feel free to send me a feedback, if this is NOT what you wanted, I’ll do it again in no time!
    Any mistakes, report to me


    • He’s playing all day, he didn’t even eat.
    • You already went there several times, always saying that he needs to take care of himself.
    • He doesn’t seem to worry about it, he’s ignoring you.
    • Sometimes you swear that it seems that he’s angry about you going there.
    • But you love him, you care about him.
    • Then you cook some food to him, he can play all night if he wants to, but he needs to eat properly.
    • You went there smiling “Hey Yoosung…I made food for you!” He looks at you, and then he stood up “YOU’RE MAKING ME LOSE MC!STOP BEING ANNOYING!”.
    • He just sighs, angry, “You were right, you’re not like Rika,” He says looking down, but after some, while he looks at your eyes when he says: “Rika was better.”
    • He sits down, putting his headset again, while tears were falling from your face, you just can’t believe it.
    • You ran from that room with that plate on your hand, you put the plate on the table, you came back to the bedroom picking your things and putting it in a suitcase.
    • He didn’t even notice it, he was too busy playing “Sorry guys, my annoying girlfriend keeps complaining”.
    • When you heard that, you were sure, you need to go away.
    • When Yoosung stopped playing, you were already gone. He was preparing himself to say sorry, to hug you and say how much he loved you.
    • But now you’re gone, he thought you need some time, but after some days you were not back, he asked Seven to find you and nothing.
    • He was alone.
    • Again.
    • Yoosung never recovered from that.
    • He doesn’t eat anymore, not because of the games, this time he simply doesn’t want to.
    • He needs you.
    • But you never came back.


    • He’s stressed again because of the rehearsals.
    • He kept doing this, training and training, and now he’s like that, you warned him multiple times about that, he simply doesn’t seem to care.
    • When he’s like that, he smokes and drinks a lot, and because of that sometimes he says some rude things if you try to help him.
    • But after that, he always apologizes and sleeps hugging you promising that he would never do this again.
    • But he did.
    • You saw him smoking and you know is because he was working so much, the not even attention he was given to you.
    • But you’re not mad at that, you’re mad that he lied to you, you just want him to be better and doing this is not going to help him, or his career.
    • “Zen!” You run to him while he was smoking, not even care about you see it “You’re training so much!I know you recover fast, but this is too much!Please dear, stop! Think about you first!”
    • He laughs “I think you should put one cigarette in your mouth MC” He blows the smoke in your face, laughing at you “So you can shut up”. 
    • You open your mouth and you run to the bedroom, you can’t take this anymore.
    • You prepare your suitcase and you will go away, as you go he saw you and laugh “You can go anywhere you want!I find one just like you in a minute!”
    • You hold back your tears as you go away, and then, you’re gone.
    • On the next day, Zen was with a headache, he drank too much yesterday, he was so stressed from work, you were right, he must stop with this.
    • But when he remembers your words he remembers that you were gone.
    • What did you do Zen? He kept thinking that.
    • He asked everyone to help.
    • Nobody could find you.
    • Zen went downhill, now he’s smoking, but he’s smoking because he’s sad.
    • Even being so disgraceful, he keeps taking care of his appearance, if you come back he must be pretty for you!
    • He knows it’s been so many years ago since you were gone…
    • But…You will come back…
    • Right?


    • You made his life so perfect, so happy, you made him do something that he doesn’t even know he was capable of doing…
    • Loving someone so much.
    • But sometimes he’s so demanding, he wants that dress, he wants that haircut, he wants this and that.
    • He said to you that Driver Kim would take you to a party that he was, and it’s for you to wear the dress that he left on the bed.
    • You’re sick of that, you’ll use what you want.
    • So you choose one dress, your makeup, you’re the way you want. When you go there Jumin looks at you, he looks angry.
    • He walks to you “What are you wearing? This is a fancy party, not that commoner’s thing you use to go!”
    • “You’re treating me like a pet Jumin!” He just sighs, looking at you “I wish you were obedient as one.”
    • You froze “Then…I’ll leave…” You walk away, he thought you were going home to change, so he waited for you.
    • He was so angry when he got home, you didn’t even show up in the party, he was alone the entire thing!
    • “MC!MC!!” He was searching for you until the security guard told him…You were gone, and you had a suitcase with you.
    • He almost hit those guys for letting you go, but he knows he cannot hold you here, you’re not a pet.
    • Oh right, about that, he knows he was an asshole in the party, he cannot control himself sometimes, you were stunning, so beautiful, he doesn’t know why he acted in that way.
    • He waited a little, but you weren’t back, so he made Seven searches for you, he spends so much money trying to find you.
    • And no clue.
    • Tears were one thing that Jumin didn’t quite know that well.
    • But after you left, tears are his best friend.
    • He’s a disgrace, he cannot forget about your last smile, a smile he wants to see again.
    • He’s even colder right now, the one thing that would warm his heart was you.
    • Growing colder and older, the successful man, it’s dead inside.
    • All this money can’t but a time machine.
    • He just wanted one opportunity to say how sorry he was.
    • But that opportunity never came.


    • You two are managing the cafe, you two.
    • But she always gets all the work and is overworking again.
    • You want her best, but she doesn’t want to listen to you.
    • She looks so bad right now, like really, she’ll get sick if she continues like this.
    • You can’t let her destroy herself like this “Jaehee!Go to sleep!” It was 3:00 AM, you woke up and she’s looking at things to improve the cafe.
    • “MC leave me alone ok?Gosh, stop.” She says annoyed, typing something, you put a hand on her shoulder “Please Jaehee…Go to bed love…” She slaps your hand.
    • “MC are you listening to me? I’m worried about the cafe, so let me be.“ 
    • You start to put your clothes in a suitcase “Ok,  if you’re not feeling well by my presence i’ll go for a few days” When you were about to kiss her cheek, she says “Good, don’t need to come back, was better when we were just friends”
    • She just said that? If it’s this what she wants, then ok.
    • You’ll not come back.
    • After the day you left, Jaehee’s a mess.
    • She doesn’t even care to look decent, she’s looking for you, she asked for help, nobody could find you.
    • She cries every day, she needs you.
    • She regrets every single word she said to you.
    • She cannot lose another person in her life, please.
    • Come back.
    • She prayed and prayed.
    • But god was cruel to her.
    • She’ll pray for the rest of her life to see your face again.
    • Please,MC, come back.


    • He’s pushing you away again, he’s trying really hard right now.
    • Why? He thinks he’s too dangerous for you again. He doesn’t want you to get hurt.
    • So he made a plan, he came back home,“drunk”, when you asked what he was doing, he just said “Fucking some girls, what do you think?” He was good at acting, so you believe it.
    • The next day you were going away, he accomplished, what he wanted has there, you’re going away.
    • But he’s not happy about it.
    • When Saeran knew what he has done, Seven’s said that he lied to you go away, because he was dangerous.
    • Saeran punched him, saying how much he loves you and how much you loved him.
    • Seven realized he made a serious mistake in his life.
    • So he uses everything that he can to find you, but nothing, he’s paying the price.
    • He wished you stayed, every day he’s sitting on the couch looking at the door just to hear someone knock and then he opens it and it was you.
    • He would make you stay.
    • But this was only a wish, a wish that never came true.
    • You are gone, he’s writing so many jokes on a paper just to tell you when you get back…Which you never did.
    • He just prayed that in another life, he can repair all those mistakes, he can be with you stay by his side, so he can stop crying.
    • He never stopped crying


    • V is just so stubborn sometimes, you want him to do the surgery, he doesn’t want to.
    • Ok, it’s his life, he can do whatever he wants to, but you are worried, he’s getting even worse.
    • Every time you try to help him, he says he doesn’t need it, why is he doing this?
    • In a morning V was pretty bad, he cries about it, but you didn’t know.
    • He wanted to be alone, but never said to you that on that day.
    • When you come to help him, he doesn’t know what came up in this head, but he wanted to make you sad like him “I hope Rika comes back, i would be with her again.”
    • You froze, you didn’t know why he said that, but this was enough too, so you pick up your things ready to leave.
    • V just listen to your footsteps, he froze, but he doesn’t call you back.
    • And he regrets about that until this day.
    • He wanted to apologize for that, his throat wants him to yell your name.
    • But he didn’t.
    • And this was the worst decision of his life.
    • After that day nobody found you.
    • And can sound a little weird, but he did the surgery on his eyes because he kept remembering how much you wanted it.
    • And he really wants to see some photos of you…
    • It’s too late to apologize, but he wishes he yelled your name in that moment.
    • You were his miracle…And he threw you away
    • You were his angel.
    • And now he really wants to go to heaven.
    • He’s not really sure how to feel about it, but he can’t live with it.
    • He’s already dead inside.


    • He was having a breakdown again, and in one breakdown; he threw his cell phone that hits you, but he didn’t aim at you, it was an accident.
    • You knew it, but now he thinks he has a problem and this could make you get hurt again.
    • He rather pushes you back instead of solving his problems.
    • And he did that, he was selfish, he kept saying so many things to you, he made a mess, and this haunted him.
    • When he sees you going away, he wanted to run to you and hug you.
    • But you’ll be better and happier with another man, this hurts him, but it’s the best for you.
    • But this hurts so much.
    • It was late, but he always waited for you, he’s a better man now, he finally understands his problems.
    • So please come back, he is waiting for you with open arms.
    • You didn’t come back, and he’s crying to sleep every night.
    • He should have been a better man for you, and he’s hoping you’re happy now.
    • All this haunted him, he’s not stable without you.
    • Nobody can find you either, he had the chance to make things right, he messed up.
    • This was a happy home, he was a happy man.
    • But now he wanted you so much...
    • But all he has is memories.
    Why Not?

    Summary: Will jokingly proposes to Nico, but Nico’s stepmother walks in and witnesses the “proposal.” They decided to keep the facade up for a while, as they try to find a way to break it to her gently, but things snowball as she starts telling just about everyone. Based on this.

    Word Count: 2,492

    Rating: General audiences

    Warnings:  Swearing

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    Fire and Ice: Part 2

    PAIRING: reader x Loki

    WORD COUNT: 1.8k

    WARNINGS: slight angst, bit of swearing and a fluffy end. 

    SO due to a lot of people asking for a part 2 of Fire and Ice, I have finally pulled through for you guys as I have been super busy and i felt really bad making you guys wait. I’M SORRY! I hope that this make up for that. 


    Originally posted by imaginesforlifetime

    “I’m sure he didn’t mean to do it on purpose (Y/N)” Wanda was trying to calm you down as you both sat on the Quinjet. 

    You grunted in reply still staring ahead on you forcing yourself not to glance over to your left where the said god was sitting. You tried to force yourself not to look around at your teammates. Since they rescued you from Hydra you had jumped at the chance of working with the Avengers, this was your first mission out and you were so excited to finally put your powers to the test. But your once hopefully mood going into the mission was now lost. You only felt bitterness and anger now that the mission was done. Half the team had a few wounds no thanks to Loki. If only the idiot had stayed out of it. But no of course he had to ruin it for you.

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    Clearing Up Amber Stuff

    Ok since Amber will not just leave me the heck alone and I am to stubborn to block her, I will make this post addressing certain things and clearing stuff up, and add stuff I forget because, I know I will forget.

    1) The text messages she posted with Arthur.

    Ok so she posted some texts she had with my husband Arthur and people are calling them fake. They are actually real, Arthur thought she was my good friend (I mean she used to be) and ended up telling her stuff. He asked me about it right after and I told him everything, he was pissed off and had a talk with her parents about it all.

    2) Me threatening to r-word (meaning sexual assault) my twin boys.

    Ok, yes, I technically did that. But I do not remember it at all and I think it was a psychotic episode or.. something. I do realize that I am responsible for what I said still and I want everybody to know that I would never ever EVER touch my boys in that way or dream of doing that disgusting shit to them. I was sexually abused as a child and I would NEVER wish that on anybody else. Ever. I learned my lesson from that and I am very very still feeling guilty for it. The twins were not around that day so nothing was said to them. I am working on getting help for it.

    3) Masturbating in other people’s homes.

    Ok yes, I did masturbate in her bathroom. Once. She walked in on me and I did not think she would, I should have locked the door. I am hypersexual and can not always control that stuff but I am getting help for it and trying to control myself

    4) Her age.

    Ok so she told me she was 20 (17 or 18 or so when I met her) but turns out she is almost 17 (so around 14 or 15 when I met her which is a little… disturbing. I always thought she was way older and am not sure how she was able to lie to me like that). I flirted with her at first but never tried to kiss her or anything but I gave her my number when we first met. When she told me she was 17 I decided we should be friends and nothing else for sure. Which, was a lie, I guess because she was like 14 or 15 or something.

    5) Her mom being abusive.

    I do not know if her mom is abusive. I have doubts but am not sure. But she has said her dad is dead and he is not because Arthur talked to him. I told her mom what was REALLY going on because it was getting extreme.

    6) My journal.

    So she posted pictures from my journal, yes they are real. Yes I gave her permission because I gave up. But she came into my room, tore my room apart looking for it, took it into her car and then asked me if she could post it. And she did. I wrote everything in them BUT I would not say a lot of that stuff outloud. It was venting. I am getting help.

    7) Being friends with a pedophile.

    I recently found out that a close family friend is, Well, a pedophile. I am in shock and disgusted. I never would have imagined he would do something so sick. I wish it was not true, for the sake of those young girls, his girlfriend, and his young daughter. I would never defend him for doing something like that I just wish it was a huge mistake. I never suspected he was that sick in the head.

    8) Never leaving her alone.

    Ok I will admit, sometimes when people do not answer I get terrified they are dead. And I am clingy. It is partially my paranoia, partially my BPD, and partially my personality. I am sorry to her for being a bother, I just get clingy and worry about people’s health and safety.

    9) Cheating on my husband.

    NO, I did not cheat on my husband. We have a open relationship where I can have sex (and nothing else) with others with his permission, it is due to my hypersexuality. I did not realize he had been feeling jealous and we are trying to make it more just between us two and maybe one other guy.

    10) Spreading AIDS.

    Ok… so I have AIDS. I most likely got it from
    My sexual abuse as a child. I gave my husband HIV. I was irresponsible and should have gotten tested. I have been trying to contact EVERYBODY I have had sex with and tell them, they are getting tested. A girl I got pregnant got tested and she and the baby are HIV negative, thankfully. One other person from years ago is HIV positive but he is not sure if it is from me. I know I am responsible for my actions but I very recently found out I have AIDS, but I should have gotten tested.

    11) Getting a 18 year old girl pregnant.

    YES, I got a 18 year old girl pregnant. YES, my husband knows (and knew). YES, she consented. NO, she does not have HIV. YES, she wanted to keep the baby. YES, I told her I would pay for any abortion she wanted. YES, we are raising the baby together. YES, she can live with us if she wants or needs to. I was irresponsible and got her pregnant but I accept my actions and I will be a responsible adult and dad and handle the situation the right way.

    Ok so if I forgot anything just ask me about stuff you want cleared up because I know I must have forgot something. That is all.

    anonymous asked:

    dont get why you cant just leave them alone if you disagree with them, how is their positivity blog hurting yours? they're for different target audiences, its one thing to say "this blog is only for trans positivity" but then to go attack ppl who are doing their own thing is....Not good

    Ok. Piss poor reading comprehension. I’ll explain this. Once more. Just once.

    Most of my friends are trans. As is the love of my life. And I’ve almost lost him. And that’s crushing to me. I almost lost him because a bunch of cis people (namely, his own mother) couldn’t get past their own petty shit to accept him.

    The idea that cis people, who make up the vast majority of the world, need ANY kind of positivity, is insulting when that’s the fucking average trans experience. Doubt and bullying. It’s disgusting. Positivity is supposed to make people feel better and bring them up, and cis people do not need positivity for being cis.

    They may need it for other reasons but not for being cis. It’s insulting to insinuate anything else.

    It’s like trying to cheer someone up, but the person you decide to cheer up is the richest, most powerful person, happiest person in the world. Like, holy fuck, they don’t need any more positivity. They can go outside without being raped or murdered or harassed. No parents are going to reject their child because they find out he’s cis, because being cis is the norm. Why would you want to write positivity and promote the norm?

    It’s insulting, to say the least.