this is what i make when i am bored

I’m so disappointed when elves in fiction are merely immortal humans with pointy ears, and dwarves are just short humans with beards. Perhaps others enjoy it, but I am bored of banal human conflicts and vices projected ad nauseam onto supposedly inhuman races. 

I want to see things that really make me believe elves and dwarves and other fantasy races aren’t just disguised humans. Show me strange biology, incomprehensible minds, impossible virtues and unthinkable sins, oddities and curiosities of all kinds. 

I think that’s what drew me to Tolkien’s races, who have exactly those kinds of quirks that set them apart from ordinary humans - like dwarves having only 1/3 of their race female, or elves being capable of telepathy. I love fic that explores the consequences of these strange characteristics most of all.

3 am sentence starters

  • “ why are you awake? “
  • “ i can’t sleep. “
  • “ go to bed already. “
  • “ i’m a being of pure power, i don’t need sleep. “
  • “ i’ve been running on 5 hour energy all day, there’s no stopping now. “
  • “ i’m. so. tired. “
  • “ i had a nightmare. “
  • “ it’s nothing, go back to bed. “
  • “ when’s the last time you slept? “
  • “ you’re clearly exhausted. why are you doing this to yourself? “ 
  • “ wake up. wake up. wake uuuuup. “
  • “ i’ll sleep when i’m dead. “
  • “ yawning doesn’t mean i’m tired! maybe i’m just bored by you telling me to go to sleep so much. “
  • “ is something wrong? “
  • “ i just need to finish what i’m doing, then i’ll sleep. “
  • “ you said you were about to go to bed two hours ago. c’mon, time’s up. “
  • “ is it okay if i sleep in your bed tonight? i’m kinda freaked out. “
  • “ stop bossing me around, you’re not my mom. i’ll go to sleep when i want to. “
  • “ you’re pouring coffee all over the counter. “ 
  • “ why are you making hot pockets at 3 am? “
  • “ i don’t care when you go to bed, but do you have to wake me up in the middle of the night with your loud music?! “
The Guest House

Originally posted by beui

Description: Yoongi the hostel owner slowly develops a rapport with a girl and her friends that keep visiting.  Maybe a bit of a flirtatious one.  Maybe even a little crush.  One night he gets protective on a date gone bad and it leads to smut.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut (M)

Word Count: 7.1k

A/N: So, basically, this is based off an experience I had last week. Not the smut part (ughhhhh), but the whole hostel owner coming to save the day when this dude just wouldn’t get the hint and leave. I relayed the experience to @ellieljade , because I needed her to die with me, and we both decided it should be used for smut fuel. Like grown adults. 

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this pissed me off.

you guys know I don’t hesitate to call bioware out on their bullshit when it comes to female characters (see: no boob EDI). but listen… I like Sara’s face. yeah the eyes are staring right into my soul, but otherwise, it’s fine! a human face! cool!
and then someone who probably downloads “pretty cassandra” mods comes and expects a goddamn cookie for making Sara look…… what? acceptable?

it’s not even the makeup around the eyes or the softened hair… THE NOSE. THE JAWLINE. THE EYEBROWS. everything that makes Sara look like Sara and not another hot_female_character is gone!

I fucking hate it. I am bored to death with pretty and cute and soft female characters.
we have this cool motherfucking technology to design and animate and you still wanna go with this sameface bullshit? 

I just had to… try and draw it out, but I am still angry.

He doesn’t remember inviting me to his house and begging me to be his coach. He doesn’t remember dancing with me and grinding on my four thousand dollar suit in a room full of stuffy uptight strangers and sweeping me off my feet and spraying himself in champagne while standing on Chris’ powerful inner thighs for the camera. We had such a good night I thought we really connected and all this time he has been thinking the first time we spoke was when I showed up to his house unannounced with all of my stuff and my dog. I was throwing myself at him. I wanted him to see I could be fun and sexy too. I thought the reason he never tried to contact me after that was because he realized what a boring prude I am. Oh my god he probably thought I was a creep. Oh my GOD he probably thought I was some kind of fake flirty airhead. And a gross pervert for making him dance Eros. How did he not throw me out? And I was so pissed when he kept turning me down after everything at the banquet. He acted like he had never spoken to me before because he thought he HADN’T. And I was too embarrassed to ask what made him change his mind about me. This is unbelievable. I’m an idiot. I’m a huge idiot. But I’m an idiot wearing his ring somehow. Fuck.

From time to time, I see teens on tumblr questioning why 30+ year-olds or even 20+ year-olds are still in the fandom, and it never ceases to baffle me - not only because some people apparently consider it acceptable to teach perfect strangers what to do and what not to do in their free time, but also because such attitude is a polar opposite to my own fandom experience.

The first fandom I joined was populated exclusively by teens, at least at the websites I used to frequent back then. Then, at the age of 15, I joined the Harry Potter fandom (I’ve read the books and watched the first films much earlier, but I had no interest in consuming or producing HP fan content prior to that). And I discovered that there were many, many women (not only women, of course, but still mostly women) in their thirties, in their fourties, and even older, who participated actively in the life of fandom. It was an absolute surprise for me. And a wonderful one.

Because, you see, the 15-year-old me was terrified of a great number of things, including growing up. In particular, I was scared of becoming, you know… too adult. Or at least what I perceived as “adult” back then. Too serious, not wanting to have any hobbies that are too “childish”, thinking only about work or household or other “respectable” issues. Not writing anymore, not creating anymore, not feeling inspiration anymore. I was pretty sure that this is what being a grown-up looks like. You have to abandon the things that are not practical or not profitable or not universally accepted and encouraged. You have to become serious.

And then there are these women - lovely, talented women. Women twice my age, women old enough to be my mothers, women who actually have children of my age. Women who work and have family and still manage to have fun and do what makes them happy. Their example showed me that being an adult does not mean being boring, that you’re never too old to write stories about your favourite characters, that you can be both a successful professional and a fanartist or a fic writer. That no one is doomed to become a boring person. That “when you grow up, your heart dies” is complete bullshit. I’m sorry, I like The Breakfast Club, but this is bullshit. The older I become, the older my fandom buddies become, the clearer I see it.

I am 23 now. I am still grateful to those people who showed me that I need not fear growing up. So it is really strange for me to see teens here saying such things. Are they sure that they will not want to be in the fandom anymore when they grow up? Are they planning to quit their fandoms as soon as they turn 20/30/etc.? And if they actually are planning to do so - why do they think that there is such a necessity? Adults are not robots. 

You ever get so bored that you feel like you could kill 27 people and then mail their body parts to the police station?

Serial killers do. Get that bored, I mean. The whole deal with psychopaths is that their brains don’t handle dopamine correctly. That’s the chemical that makes you feel pleasure. They get so starved for stimulation that they keep trying crazier and crazier shit just to fight the boredom.

What does this have to do with 2017 America? Am I saying that Donald Trump is a serial killer? No, of course not.

It’s us.

Sort of.

Hey, you know what happens when you read something really enraging on the internet? You get a hit of dopamine. And even though it’s a “bad” feeling, you immediately want to feel it again, because anything is better than being bored. Well, people who know how to manipulate this mechanism rule the world. Here’s what you need to know now.

5 Brain Hacks For Keeping Trump News From Breaking Your Mind

Jared Leto x Pregnant Reader

Author’s Note; They are definitely still open, and oh my gosh, stop with the flattery!! it means too much to me! i’ve actually never done a pregnancy one before so this should be immensely interesting!!! This sucks and i’m sorry but Your wish = My command lovely @bitch-its-bigbang  <3

A resonating feeling of unease plagued the outside of your stomach and you couldn’t stop the gentle display of frustration that slid down the features of your face. The inside of your hand came into contact with the smooth fabric of your maternity shirt as the pain slowly began to subside. Contrary to how they make it look on TV and online, being pregnant wasn’t exactly a simple task in the modern world. The constant nausea, torturous breast pain, rapid gain of weight, pressure on your joints and ultimate discomfort throughout the day and night was no where near as glamorous as it was portrayed.  Perhaps it was trapped gas this time, or maybe undigested food; whatever the case, you were more bothered by your current emotions of depression to really pay the physical pain any mind. Your doctor had informed you that depression would be common given the hormonal changes, as well as the whole “getting fat” and constantly feeling “ill” thing, but although you expected it, it never ceased to be a lot to bare. Even though all these things got under your skin, the more dominating emotion of them all was loneliness, you missed him. 

Shaking your head, you giggled at yourself as the fingers on your free hand traced over the small crib that sat only a few feet away from you, decorated in teal and a few off shades of green; it was one of your favorite colors. The overall scheme of the room was perfection, and Jared being the control freak that he was, didn’t mind taking on the entire task of the furniture himself. There was a rocking chair near the crib, a changing table to your left, a shelf full of much needed things for mom and dad to take care of the baby, a small humidifier  on your right, and a half put together night stand next to that. Superman he may be, but that one stand was his kryptonite. If he’d just read the instructions rather than insisting on doing it himself, it might have been fully functional by now. 

It’s funny, here you were planning for your future, and the only thoughts that stuck to the forefront of your mind were those of the past. How long had it taken for you and Jared to get to this point? 4 months, 5; you couldn’t recall.

your swollen ankles caused you to sit in the rocking chair near by as you attempted to think about it all. It had been a grand total of 7 months since you told Jared about your little surprise and he was anything but excited at first. As mature as he was, he was not very skilled at hiding his emotions when it came to his personal life, instead, he seemed as if he were in a daze. He was so engulfed in his work and his career that it seemed as though he was avoiding you rather than helping you. A part of you couldn’t help but sympathize with him because you never really wanted children and his current avoidance of you just proved to you that he wasn’t disappointed, he was afraid. Although you both were financially stable, Jared never really had much time to himself due to travel, his work and his growing interests, but at one point in the beginning stages of your pregnancy, you had, had enough. You packed your things, searched for a hotel and even called a cab to deliver you some where other than his home. It took him 3 days to even realize you were gone, or rather, to figure out where you were. 

his voice was casual at first until he pointed his finger at you sternly. “Don’t, ever. Do that, again.” he fumed before approaching you slowly. You weren’t prepared for his hands on your skin, or the not so gentle embrace that he bestowed on you in the doorway of the hotel room. You felt like you were there for hours with him, just standing in the door way taking in his scent, listening to his breathing, and taking in his heartbeat. 

The sound of the hotel door closing alerted you both that you had been there too long, and you instantly pulled away from him. Moving to the other side of the hotel room, you slipped your hands over your growing stomach and and shrugged. “Look, ya don’t want to be a dad or whatever, and that’s fine. I’m not gonna force ya to do anything you don’t want to do. We can call it quits now, and I can just ……do this by myself.” 

his features held a tone of disapproval while the rest of his frame stood completely still in the distance. It seemed like something you said had caught his attention and although he seemed calm, you could tell there was something growing underneath the surface. his eyes flickered to you for a moment before he casually walked over to level his eyes with yours. You couldn’t describe the look he was giving you, but it seemed to be a mixture of confusion and dominancy. “You really think, for a second, that I don’t want to be in my kid’s life?” he was almost offended, and you shrugged. “Come on, it’s the 21st century. How many kids have been planned or well thought out before being brought into the world? How many fathers could care less that they had an offspring running around out there in the universe?” You questioned in an as-a-matter-a-fact tone. His eyebrows knitted together and his stared sharpened on you. “I am not your father. Just because he decided to skip out on you, doesn’t mean that everyone else in your life will.” You felt an eyebrow arch as your upper half slightly slid back in offense. Although you didn’t have much of a relationship with your father, your mother was nearly your best friend. Watching her raise you and struggle every day nearly tore you a part and the idea of having to do it with your own child frightened you. However, if he truly didn’t want to be there, you were not going to force him. He had missed the sonogram due to work, when in all actuality you believed he was just avoiding you.  Then, the first few months of the pregnancy, you had to handle nearly everything by yourself. It all felt like an immense burden on him, and with you being you, you’d never accept being a burden to anyone.  “Well what am I supposed to think, Jared? - - That you’re just gonna give up your life and your career for knitting booties and making car payments. People like you …..don’t settle for normal. What if you get bored of us? What if you decide that normal isn’t what you want? I don’t want to be the “girl you knocked up” or the “annoying baby mama” I just want….you.” You sighed flapping your hands as you spoke before finally just letting them flop down at your side with your latest confession. He frowned before nodding his head and finally being overcome by a giant bolt of laughter. It was a strange laugh; it tickled your heart and set your pulse a flame. “Why are you laughing? This…..this isn’t funny.” You stuttered and attempted to keep your composure even though his laughter was contagious. 

 you weren’t prepared for his hand to capture yours and slowly his thumb ran over the delicate skin on the back of your hand. “Because… many times do I have to tell you that you’re more than that? I’m 45 years old, and I don’t believe in baby mama’s. If you’re having a child by me, you’re mine. Period. We didn’t plan this, but it’s not an accident, and you’re definitely not in this by yourself.” You scoffed. “Do you have any idea how I felt, coming home and you had just disappeared? Did you think I’d be pleased? Did you think I wouldn’t care? After all this time, what kind of man did you think you were dealing with?” his questions were coated in offense and you knew whole heartedly that he was hurt, but it was never your intention. “You’re Jared Leto, oh 30 seconds to mars, method actor, king of the Gods. I don’t know what I expected, but I definitely didn’t expect you to come here.” You admit, and his shoulders slide back in response. “Do you love me?” He asked simply and you narrowed your eyes. “That a joke?” You questioned and he frowned. “I expect an answer.” he demanded and you smiled. “No, I just willing put myself through getting fat, achy, gross and being extremely unfuckable for you because you’ve got good skin.” You answer sarcastically. 

his face grew more serious now, but his hand still kept a hold of yours firmly. his eyes captured yours in a grip so strong that you could have sworn that he hypnotized you. “Do you even know what love is? Do you know what it feels like to love someone so much and not be able to touch them, or look at them or talk to them as much as you want to because you’re so busy working? You don’t think I miss you, or think about you all the time? Do you know how hard it is to focus on work knowing that you’re here, alone, roaming around this big house …..without me? You could go into labor at any moment and I could moss everything. You don’t think that hurts me? Then you pack your shit and just…..disappear….” Although his hand remained on yours his free hand motioned in front of him as he spoke and illustrated his true feelings and you couldn’t help but suddenly feel your mood decline at the thought. “I wasn’t….trying to hurt you I…..just felt like you didn’t ….want me.” you admitted and he tilted his head to the side. “That’ll never happen.” he reassured. “I’m sorry, for leaving….” he shrugged. “You got a really good hotel room, bright side. Maybe you could plan the vacations from now on?” 

You were shaken from your thoughts by the sound of the room door closing and you hadn’t realized it before but you had dozed off. You wanted to open your eyes when you smelled the cologne of your love, but you were so tired that you simply sat there with your eyes closed. His feet shuffled closer and closer to you and you assumed he’d just throw a blanket over you and leave you there but instead you felt a strange heat near your body. Was he watching you, sleep? That’s …..not strange at all. Sure, stare at the fat girl while she’s trying to catch some z’s, super polite. You nearly laughed at your thoughts concerning yourself but instead you used what little energy you hand to reach up and brush a piece of your hair behind your ear. “I was….just…” he trailed off before you opened your eyes to stare at him absently. his arm was slightly extended in the direction of your stomach and you wrinkled your eyebrows slightly. “Did you….want to feel it?” You questioned. He had never touched your stomach before, not really, and the idea that he wanted to only made you smile. 

he was hesitant at first, almost scared that if he laid a hand on it, it would break or shatter, but you smiled to reassure him. “Can I?” He asked politely and you pushed your lips together. “Well….you put it in there, ya might as well.” You joked and he smiled. His hand rested on the outside of your stomach softly and you couldn’t stop the small chuckle that left your lips. It must have woken the baby because you felt her shift slightly inside. “Wow….” he trailed off staring down at your stomach as if he were inside his own little world. “Wanna….help me lay down?” You asked needing a little help to get to the bedroom. “Yeah….” he mumbled with his hand still connected to your stomach. “J….” you insisted and he laughed. “Ok.” He shifted in front of you before offering his hand for you to stand. It didn’t take too long to get you to the bedroom and down onto the sheets especially since your energy level wasn’t as vibrant as it usually was. His chest was against your back faster than you knew it and you frowned. “Don’t you have plans to go hiking today, what are you doing here?” You questioned and a strange sound resonated through his chest. “I can go tomorrow, I wanna nap with you.” He answered ,and you smiled against the pillow. You turned to face him only to have his fingers twirl the end of a few strands of your hair. Your index finger poked at his lips softly and you smiled. “You still growing this?” You asked referring to the caveman project of a beard attached to his face. He wrinkled his eyes as if to say “yeah” and you laughed. You two stayed that way for a while, but you knew you went to sleep long before him because you could still feel his eyes on your skin as you slept. 

You were dragged away from your comfort by a pain in your stomach so sudden that you jumped up from your sleeping position to rest your hand on your stomach. A glance over to Jared and he was completely asleep, and you couldn’t remember the last time you saw him that way. Your hand absently reached for him but you pulled away when the pain repeated. Something felt wrong, but you didn’t want to be dramatic about it. You stood from the bed and headed towards the bathroom, but the immense water that poured from your lower regions alerted you that you didn’t have as much time as you thought you did. “J….” you trailed off looking towards the bed, only for Jared to move slightly and turn over. “J!” you all but yelled only to have him pop up from his position on the bed and look at you confused. “What’s wrong?” he questioned. “We gotta go…” you stated looking down at your wet clothes. 

He came to life in only a matter of seconds, grabbing over night bags, clothes, keys, covers, pillow, and even photos. “Why are you grabbing photo albums and the camera?!” you questioned growing aggravated and he shrugged “So we can take pictures…” he trailed off and you pointed to the phone “Phones have cameras Jared, they also have numbers to call people so you don’t know a photo album, what the fuck?” His shoulders pulled back in offense again, but you couldn’t help it. “Careful.” he urged. “Let’s go!” you yelled. 

The hospital wasn’t too far away, but the delivery seemed as though it lasted longer than you were prepared for. You couldn’t figure out which part was worse; the pain or the constant yelling of the word “push.” It was currently your least favorite word at this point. Jared never left your side throughout the delivery and the small promises he whispered in your ear were nearly forgotten as you finally stared into the eyes of the one you had been dying to meet. 

she, was beautiful. 
“What…..should we name her?” he asked looking down at you and slightly tilting her to your view. Your mouth gaped open slightly, seeing them both stand there so perfect, and the realization that you hadn’t thought of a name for her sank in quickly. “Umm….” you answered slowly before he smiled at you. “Constance, her name is Constance.” you finally answered before he could speak. His eyes landed on your with an emotion you had never seen before, but it oozed approval. “Yeah…Constance.” he said gentle while gazing down at her, it was perfect, but you couldn’t stay awake long enough to enjoy it.  

— windy days.

Genre: Angst + Minor Smut ➝ Sword Art Online AU

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader.

Plot: Windy Days: an interactive game for the one’s who are brave enough to challenge it.tackle the 300 levels, select your difficulties, beat the game. Will you survive?

Warnings: Suggestive sexual content, threesomes, could have ended up as a full on gang-bang but I decided to against it, sexual language and character death.

Notes: Take a shot every time I include a meme in a sentence. Any mistakes will be fixed later!

“You’re seriously going to play this game?”

Jungkook leant over the back of Jimin’s chair, staring with curiosity at the neatly packaged video game sitting on Jimin’s desk. Opposed to Jungkook’s crazed stare and the panic in his eyes, Jimin couldn’t help but let out an excited yelp as his eager hands peeled away the packaging, his eyes soaking up the colours of the front of the box.

“You know people have died from this game, right? Already.” Jungkook reminded, trudging away to sit on the elder boy’s bed, letting his back lean against the plain wall. “And you want to willingly go inside of it?”

“Come on, Kook,” Jimin sighed, holding up the package. He couldn’t quite believe that it was in his hands, at last. “I’ve been saving up for this game since it was rumoured. And now, only a day after the release, I am ready to play. Isn’t that cool?”

No! Did you ignore the part about people dying?” Jungkook hissed. “What does your Mom think about this?”

Jimin shrugged, “She didn’t buy it. So, she can’t do anything about it.”

“What did our school say about this?” Jungkook inquired, and Jimin laughed loudly.

“Do you not know how many kids have brought this game, and are living the life inside of it right now?” Jimin reasoned, and Jungkook could only sigh with agreement. “I’d be surprised if more than half of the school returns next week.”

“Make sure you’re one of them,” Jungkook begged finally, playing with the threads in the blanket placed over the foot of the bed, which he had suddenly occupied his time with. “Mark keeps trying to call me, he’s so weird.”

Jimin wasn’t really listening, but nodded anyway and continued to stare excitedly down at the game.

He bloody well hoped so.

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[Got] 7 Deadly Sins: Gluttony

Originally posted by chattyang

“What time is it?” I groan, awaking with the most searing headache I’ve had in ages. The cold tile floor of the bathroom is my only relief from the pain and I realize I must have passed out here the night before.

The last thing I remember is going shot for shot with a hopelessly foolish girl, wanting so badly to convince me that she could hold her liquor as well as me.

She may have been beautiful, but a drinker she was not. It takes time and practice to keep it all down as I have learned to do; I am surely one of the greats with a bottle in my hand.

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anonymous asked:

Can u write a fanfiction where Archie is watching cheer practice ( for Veronica of course) and Betty gets badly injured so he has to run and get jughead ❤️

Leaning back into the metal of the bleachers Archie smiled, tossing his football in the air and gazing down at Veronica as she commanded the cheer team with a natural ease, that girl was a natural born leader and Archie was just happy to witness it. Veronica’s gaze pulled to Archie’s and she winked before throwing an arm around her blonde best friend and wiggling her butt with Betty, both girls sticking their tongues out at the redheaded teen.

Archie rolled his eyes and threw his football towards the girls, Betty moved to grab the leather object and instantly clutched her stomach, her knees giving out as she collapsed on the floor, Veronica ran towards her as Cheryl screamed for someone to get the nurse.
Time seemed to move in slow motion for Archie who was off the bleachers in seconds flat, Jughead. Where was Jughead?!

Sprinting through the hallways of Riverdale High, Archie found Jughead bent over his laptop in the blue and gold office, the beanie wearing boy instantly looking up with a lazy smile

“Where’s the fire pal?”

Archie shook his head, still shaken from seeing his best friend hit the ground like that
“It’s.. uhh. Betty she fell, she fainted.. she”

Jughead was immediately on his feet, pushing past Archie and running to the football field, his combat boots hitting the linoleum hard as he blindly pushed through the doors. Sure enough Betty was laying on the soft, manicured grass, her bright green eyes shut and her blonde ponytail loose and messy.

“Betty?!” He called, moving to kneel beside her and drop his fingers to her face, her eyes slowly opening
“Jughead? What happened? What’s going on.. I’m…”

“It’s okay” he whispered to his girlfriend, pressing his lips to her forehead, unshed tears shining in his eyes.

The nurse gently pushed past Jughead and eyed the skinny blonde in front of her
“Elizabeth, have you been eating properly? Accidents like this can often be caused by poor nutrition.”

Betty sat up slowly, averting her eyes
“I’ve been busy, and with the big homecoming game I’ve been trying to be in better shape, I….I eat.” She felt Jughead stiffen behind her as Veronica sniffled

“Betty you’re beautiful, you don’t need to lose any weight” Archie came beside her and dropped a hand to her shoulder, she smiled sadly at him.

“Okay, im okay, I just need to sleep it off.” She pulled on Jughead arms and he gently gripped her tiny forearm, tugging her into standing position.

Everyone made way for her as Jughead led her into the school, keeping quiet the whole time. When the couple reached the blue and gold, Betty gingerly sat on the ugly plaid couch while Jughead leaned against his desk, his eyes intensely boring into Betty, she squirmed uncomfortably under his gaze

“ juggie.. im sorry..”

He cut her off

“This is all my fault. I should have told you how beautiful you are. Because you are! Beautiful I mean. I just.. I should have noticed how thin you’ve been getting, what kind of boyfriend am I? You shouldn’t ever feel like you’re not enough, it’s my job to make you feel good, everyday I should tell you that you’re perfect.” He whispered

Betty smiled softly, walking towards him and placing a palm to his cheek and kissing him softly on the lips, his fingers dug into her hips as he held her against him.

“It’s not your fault, Im going to get better, I just… IT all gets to be too much sometime. I love you, you make me feel beautiful everyday.”

Jughead nodded against her forehead and, nuzzled her nose gently
“Wanna get some fries at Pops” he raised a brow as she giggled and nodded

“You got it Romeo.”

supergirl sentence meme: episode 7-9

  • the loss of your powers is undeniably traumatic. 
  • you are now subject to pain, sickness, and death. 
  • do not be afraid. 
  • until you have fully recovered, lean on those you trust. 
  • now you get to go out in the real world and see what it’s like to be human for a day.
  • i’m off to deal with an unruly guest.
  • i can’t trust him anymore. i know he’s hiding something.
  • you never get sick. that’s the best part about you.
  • it’s not getting any more impressive.
  • i will grind your loved ones to dust.
  • just lay low and enjoy your time off.
  • you’ve got to be really careful with that.
  • a warning would’ve been nice about how much that hurts.
  • sometimes it takes a shock to realise what really matters.
  • people are scared, they’re looking for information, and it is our duty to help them.
  • i have to know i’m leaving these people with someone i trust.
  • if i didn’t have an issue with personal space, i would give you a hug.
  • i have to say, i think what you’re doing today is wonderful.
  • don’t you think that people need a more positive message right now– hope instead of fear?
  • she fools us into thinking she’ll save us and renders us incapable of saving ourselves.
  • we don’t even know if he’s still alive.
  • mind lowering that weapon?
  • i need you to do what i say when i say it, because our situation just got a whole lot worse.
  • we can’t save him.
  • i don’t think relying on him is in our best interest.
  • i couldn’t save him.
  • you did everything that you could.i was starting to make a difference – i was helping people the way that i’ve always wanted.
  • i feel so helpless.
  • no hero can save everyone. but a real hero never stops trying.
  • you being killed is not gonna help anybody.
  • that’s not going to work on me.
  • you don’t want to hurt these people.
  • after all, it is human to be selfish.
  • i believe that we are better than this.
  • let’s show the world what we’re really made of.
  • you lied to me.
  • one way or another, this ends now.
  • that was good pizza.
  • let us see if you die with more honour than your fallen friends.
  • it will take more than that to kill me.
  • now, where the hell were you?
  • they’re starting to depend on you.
  • i know that you inspired them, because you inspired me.
  • afraid of a fair fight?
  • i don’t want to fight you.
  • go home. sleep. knock her on her ass another day.
  • i am sure this is all going to blow over. 
  • what planet are you from?
  • stories like this do not blow over. they blow up.
  • it’s not like you to fail to keep a promise.
  • if you die, she dies.
  • this is war. and to win a war, sometimes the enemy has to die. 
  • can you look me in the eye and tell me that you’re prepared to kill?
  • it isn’t safe here for me anymore.
  • they all smell blood in the water.
  • god, i’m enjoying corporate espionage like - a little too much.
  • i think you stared into miles of pitch black space until everything good inside of you died.
  • you’ve gone against everything our people hold dear.
  • i can’t let you hurt anyone.
  • i am begging you. please help me.
  • you would you make a different decision if you could go back?
  • i don’t know what i’m going to do after this. i don’t know if there is anything i can do.
  • she’s the kind of girl worth risking it all for.
  • another week, another crisis averted thanks to you.
  • if you’re not who i think you are, what does it matter?
  • let me begin by saying thank you for all the help that you’ve given me.
  • you’ve gonna wish i’d died with the rest of them!
  • this attack has been traumatic for all of us.
  • you two really did bury the hatchet, didn’t you?
  • it’s going to take more than a stern voice to scare me.
  • if you help me, maybe i can help you.
  • i ordered hi to spare you because blood bonds us all.
  • oh, this is going to be ugly.
  • i don’t have an attitude problem. you have a perception problem.
  • i’m very boring and really normal.
  • there are many topics that i find appropriate for humour: english cuisine, black lipstick… but i will never make a joke about a good story.
  • i know you forget to eat when you’re stressed.
  • i knew all of the answers to your insane questions!
  • you and i both fight for truth, justice, and the american way. it just so happens that my methods are better. and more fun.
  • i am a man of honour. and i take no pleasure in what comes next.
  • stop it! you’re hurting her!
  • we are better than this!
  • i don’t want to give him a chance to hurt her.
  • i’m sorry – you want– you want to break into the facility?
  • you’re real tough, hiding behind your muscle.
  • you think insulting my ego is going to get me to spill like some bond villain?
  • the truth is, i need you now more than i ever have.
  • i don’t want you getting upset!
  • i feel like i lost everything.
  • i have nothing left. 
  • i don’t know what to do anymore.
  • even when things look the bleakest, heroes find a way.
  • today, i got so upset, i couldn’t think. 
  • i just wanted to hurt someone.
  • i was afraid of losing everything that mattered to me.
  • i still have faith that there’s good in you. 
  • i am not worth your faith.
  • you take one more step and my men will put you down.
  • i want your people to see that we’re better than him, because maybe then we’ll find a way to end this war.
  • there will be no more battles today.
  • do not mistake my compassion for weakness.
  • i’m trying to make the world a safe place for everyone.
  • you guys could’ve told me. i can keep a secret.
  • i’m afraid i can’t stay long – there’re a lot of people out there who need help.
  • i almost did something today that i would’ve regretted for the rest of my life.
When Will My Life Begin [a Barry Allen AU]

a/n: somebody wanted a Tangled!AU! I LOVE IT

“I’ve hidden it. Somewhere you’ll never find it.” you say smugly, crossing your arms over your light purple dress, frying pan in hand.

The brunette peers around the tower, lips set in a thin line. “It’s in that pot over there.” he replies in a bored tone, pointing his finger; leather-clad wrist tied down to the armrest of the chair by your long locks. It must be magical, because he can’t phase-


There’s something wet in Barry’s ear. He moves his shoulder, shaking off the lime green chameleon from his suit, rubbing the wetness off. “Would you quit doing that…” he grumbles under his breath. When you shove the pan in front of his hazel eyes, he straightens his back, stretching the yellow emblem on his suit. “Look, chick-” he stops as you growl your name, shaking his head. “Whatever. Let me go.”

Walking around the chair, you pout at him, frying pan continuing to be aimed at him. Your bare feet pad against the floorboards; silky dress flowing at your ankles. “What do you want with my hair?” you ask, squinting at the handsome man, who squeaks. “To cut it?” you interrogate, tapping the side of his head with the metal, making him let out an ‘ow’. “Sell it?” you drawl, standing in front of him.

“What?! No! The only thing I want to do with your hair is get out of it.” the speedster defends, leaning forward, grass green eyes searching your intense ones. “Literally!” he adds, shaking the chair around to create emphasis.

Slowly, you lower your ‘weapon’, cocking your head to the side, as if to say ‘really?’. Barry sighs, messy chestnut locks swaying when he shakes his head. “Look, I found a tower, sped up it, end of story. Now, can I please, for the love of god, have my messenger bag back?” he explains, fluttering his eyelashes at you, trying his best to appear innocent. His gloved hands curl around the end of the armrests.

Standing up straighter, an idea pops into your brain. “Look this way!” you order, pulling the chair towards the wall. Ignoring the yelp Barry makes when he lands on his face (coil flapping on the back of his head), you yank the curtain. “See this?” you muse, gesturing to the floating lights you painted on the wall.

“The lantern thingy’s that they do for the lost princess?” Barry asks in a muffled voice, nose smushed sideways on the floor, thick eyebrows furrowed.

Lanterns! You knew they weren’t stars; you told Eobard! Shaking your head, you pout. “Well, every year, on my birthday, they release them. I want you to take me to see the lights.” you bargon, holding your chin up high.

With a grunt, the speedster manages to get the chair on its side. His chest heaves in his skintight suit. “Yeah… No can do, chick. The city and I aren’t very… ‘simpatico’ at the moment…” Barry does the air quotes, chuckling nervously.

A loud shout bubbles in his mouth when you yank the chair upright, jumping off the ledge. “You listen to me, Barry Allen,” you sneer, hands pulling your hair, bringing him closer to you ever so slowly. Barry watches; bright green eyes wide and bushy eyebrows rising to his forehead. “Call it what you want; something brought you here.” you pant, hearing the legs of the chair scrape the wood. “Fatedestiny-”

“Well, actually, it was my friends.” he interrupts, raising a finger, smiling nervously.

You grit your teeth, dress fanning along your legs. “But I am making a decision,” you pause, pulling again. “To trust you.”

“A horrible decision, really.” Barry interrupts again, shaking his head.

Rolling your eyes, you yank the tall man forward, so you’re barely a foot away from each other. “But trust me when I tell you,” you place your free hand on the back of the chair; eyes boring into his, nose centimeters from touching. “You can tear this tower brick by brick, but without my help, you will never find your precious messenger bag.” you seethe, breathing out a huff of air.

Barry bites his lip, legs vibrating as he gulps, staring in your eyes. “So, if I take you to see the lights, you’ll give me back my bag?” the speedster paraphrases. His white eyelids droop at your ‘I promise’.

“When I make a promise, I don’t break it.” you pout at Barry’s raised brow. “Ever.” you stress.

A sigh escapes the brunette while he shakes his head, wiggling his fingers in his scarlet gloves. “I didn’t wanna do this, chick, but you leave me no choice.” he sighs, “Here comes the smolder.” he warns, smirking up at you; you blink. “This has been an off day for me, yanno? This doesn’t- Okay, fine!” he breaks, tips of his red boots on the floor. “I’ll take you see the lanterns.” Barry huffs.

Squealing, you smile brightly at the handsome man. “Really?!” you squeak, letting go of the chair; hands curling to your chest. Barry screams, hitting the floor face first. “Oops!” you cringe, hearing a weak ‘ow’ from him.

Tea time

Jefferson x reader

Request: Could you try and write an imagine with him and the reader is friends with Emma and she runs into Jefferson on the rare day he’s out and he’s attracted to her and invites her to tea and she learns his backstory and she promises to help him in anyway he can?

Author’s note: Ayee, it’s another request from @weirdnewbie, thank you for being so supportive! Gosh, I have almost forgot how much I love Jefferson. Requests are open guys, send me whatever you want!

Originally posted by imaginesandmissevendaysblog

‘‘YOU are telling ME I need a man? You, the ‘don’t flirt with me, don’t look at me, I don’t need you‘ queen? Holy mother of God,Emma are you okay? Was that cocoa poisioned?‘‘ Y/N asked Emma with huge smirk on her face.

‘‘I hate you.‘‘ Emma answered with mout full of food.

‘‘You love me. Get up your ass princess, we can’t stay at Granny’s all day..And Emma, just to you know it, I’m maybe from Enchanted forrest, but my life wasn’t fairytale, I can handle it on my own. Now come.“

Emma gave her meal a last sad look and quicky walked outside.


‘‘No, Emma, don’t worry about it. I don’t wanna screw my mood. Can I go with you? Henry promised me I can borrow some his comics.‘‘

‘‘Nah girl, you need a guy SO much‘‘ said Emma with laughter.

‘‘Black widow disagrees.‘‘


‘‘Shut up, Swan!‘‘

‘‘Thanks Henry! May the Force be with you both! Bye!‘‘ Y/N called as she leaved. She saw Emma’s eye roll in other dimension and Henry’s grinn.

It wasn’t so late yet, so she decided to walk a little. Storybrook at night was one of her favorite things ever. She just walk past the library, when someone bumped into her.

‘‘Shit‘‘ she whispered since she noticed some comics laying on the ground.

‘‘I am really sorry! ‚‘‘the stranger said.

Y/N looked at him ‚‘well, shit again‘ she thought.

‘‘I’m sorry too. Did I hurt you? She said with worried face.‘‘

‘‘No, I am fine. The name is Jefferson by the way. And yours?‘‘ he doffed his hat.

She blushed a little on this gesture. ‚‘‘I am Y/N, friend of Emma Swan actually. She has told me few things about you..‘‘

‘‘So not my lucky day, huh? I must tell her to not say a thing about me around people I find atractive. It ruins all my chances.‘‘

Y/N’s cheeks were now red as a ketchup.

‘‘She wasn’t so evil, but the truth is I expected someone more insane..and less ..nevermind‘‘ she chuckled.

Jefferson smirked.

Y/N finally grabbed the comics from the ground. She made a confused face.

‘‘Are you alright?‘‘

‘‘Oh yeah, I’m okay, but Iron man has ruptured leg, which is kinda problem ‚‘cause I don’t know how long I can hide myself from boy that borrowed them to me.‘‘

‘‘Maybe you can hide yourself in my house for a while. What do you think about a nice cup of tea?‘‘

‘‘Well, this is the first time the handsome stranger I just met invites me to a nice cup of tea. But since you are now in the good guys squad and I obviously don‘t have self-preservation instinct, why not?‘‘ she giggled.

­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­‘‘Wow. That’s what I call a house. It’s way to big for only one person, don’t you feel lonely here sometimes?‘‘

‘‘To be honest, I do..‘‘ Jefferson mumbled quietly.

‘‘I am sorry, I didn’t mean to-‘‘

‘‘Nah, forgot about it. Sit here for the moment, okay? I will make the tea.’’

Y/N sat in one of seats. She really like this house, it was kind of mysterious, but when Jefferson wasn’t coming back, she began to be bored. She moved herself into weird but comfortable position and grabbed a pen and piece of paper from her backpack. She started to doodle some stuff that went through her head.

“White rabbit, seriously?” asked Jefferson.

“Jesus Christ! Don’t scare me like that!” Y/N almost fell on the floor.

“Sorry. Here is your tea, ma'am.”

“What’s wrong with white rabbit anyway?”

“It reminds me of my daughter.”

“You have a daughter? Where is she?”

“I really want to know that too..”

“Oh. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to..”

“No, it’s okay. I need to let it out, you know? And you are the first person who actually listens to me.”

“Well, I kinda know how you feel. I didn’t see my  brother since we are in Storybrook. He is my only family. My mum.. she wasn’t really ‘husband and kids’ type and my dead became a drunk asshole when she left, so I was working all day long just to feed them. And now my little brother is gone too.

“My daughter’s name is Grace, she is such a sweetheart. You know, I wasn’t a good man a long time ago. I was working for everyone who paid me,but I stoped it, because of her. We had good life, but then Regina came for me. Thanks to her I ended stuck in fuckin’ Wonderland. I thought it will get better here, but it seems like Grace doesen’t remember me. Just awesome”

“Whoa, our lives sucks.” Y/N smirked.

“Wanna something stronger than tea?”

“Hell yeah.”

Jefferson was a good companion. Sun was rising when they finally decided to get some sleep. When she woke up on his sofa it was almost midday.

‘‘Oh God, I need to go’‘ she said to herself. She stand up quicky and went to find Jefferson. She found him fast, way to fast.. she was suddently poured with his tea.

‘‘Sleeping Beauty is in hurry, huh? I will give you something dry to change, okay?’‘

‘‘Thank you! You know I must move my ass before Emma starts statewide seeking. Oh, one more thing.’‘ Y/N quicky wrote her phone number on his hand.

‘‘In case you still find me attractive’‘ She said with playful smile.

Y/N grabbed her backpack, change her shirt and said goodbye to Jefferson. As she ran through the street she checked her phone. Four missing calls from Emma. ‘‘Well, I am fucked up.’‘

When she finally arrived to Emma she could barely catch her breath. Henry opened the door.

‘‘Can I come in?’‘

‘‘You sure about that? She is furious.’‘ Henry whispered.

‘‘You know I have to. Make me nice funeral please.’‘

She came in.

‘‘Y/N where the hell have you been?! I have called you!’‘

‘‘Well, my phone probably just turned off. You know, I was really tired, I fell asleep and didn’t put it on charger..’‘

‘‘We were worried about you!’‘

‘‘I am not five, mom’‘ Y/N smirked.

‘‘Don’t take that tone with me, young lady.’‘ Emma laughed.

‘‘Just don’t do that again, alright Y/N? C’mon, have some cocoa with us.’‘

Y/N thanked God it worked. She put off her jacket and sat happily across from Emma.

‘‘Hey Y/N, isn’t it a MEN shirt?’‘

‘’Oh fuck.’‘

Choke On This

A/N: Sometimes you listen to an emo classic and a fic just appears!

Warnings: A little on the violent side.

Hours had gone by and still, Spencer sat in silence, wondering whether to be worried or angry as he journeyed home. Four times already, he’d checked his phone to firstly make sure you hadn’t called but also to check his text telling you he was coming home that night. The message had sent and had even been received, but it remained unopened.

Taking the steps up to the apartment building entrance, Reid sidestepped a young man who was on his way out, thanking him for pushing the door hard enough to ensure it didn’t close before he got to it. The scent of stale cigarettes from the man’s clothes was abhorrent but Spencer took little notice with all the thoughts running through his mind.

Once outside your apartment door, though, the subtle but familiar smell wafted to his nostrils, confirming just which emotion he should be feeling. The door swung open silently as the usually calm doctor moved swiftly through the apartment like a strong gust of wind, bursting into the bedroom to see it for himself.

“What the fuck!?” exclaimed Spencer, taking in the sight of you still laying between the sheets, a look of panic on your face. “Are you serious!? In our bed?”

“Spencer…” you gasped, throwing back the duvet and leaping to your feet. You were trying to round the bed toward him but he had no desire for physical contact, backing away from you.

Half smoked cigarettes and you’re the trash that infests my sheets
Can’t make a wife out of a whore, don’t want your skin on me
And you’re, you’re addicted to the drug of lust
A detox in the cold sweat of shame
And I love your pain

“How long!?” he demanded, pushing your hands away from him as you reached out. “Something’s not been right for a while now. Has it been going on that long? Am I boring you?”

“No, I promise…” you pleaded but he wasn’t having it. “I love you… I just…”

“Just what?” he asked. “Go on!”

“I needed more,” you answered. “I needed it like it was when we first got together. When it was exciting. When we were fanatically in love.”

The look on Spencer’s face was of anger and confusion as he tried to rationalise what you’d just said. Why hadn’t you just said something? Why not just talk? Or was it that you needed that fix so much more than you needed him.

As all logic broke down and he struggled internally to process, something snapped in his mind and all conversation ended. A pair of hands reached forward, grabbing hold of your wrists and pushing you toward the bed. The first instinct was fear and the want to scream but when his lips pressed hard against yours, it was hard to argue. Your mind told you to resist him, but your body ignored it, allowing yourself to be bundled back into the bed.

So this love’s been worn down, like songs on a tape
The sex has lost all of its fun, like gum loses taste
And you’re, you’re addicted to the drug of lust,
A detox in the cold sweat of shame
And I love your pain

How were you supposed to react to what had happened? You were caught and you knew you were, guilt-ridden and upset but then came the best sex in your relationship since its inception. Laying beside him, still panting, you turned to look at him but he didn’t reciprocate the gaze.

“S-spencer?” you stuttered nervously, watching his chest rise and fall. “Do… do you remember when we first started dating? I thought you were this awesome, rockstar of a guy living a life I wanted to be part of. It was exciting, you were exciting. And you were the first person to ever make me feel like I was good for anyone. Do you remember what you said to me?”

“Mmm,” he grunted, still not looking at you.

“You told me that I was the first person that you’d been able to completely come out of your shell with…” you started but he cut you off.

“I lied.” Two words that cut so deeply considering how bluntly they were used.

“You… you what?” you asked, welling up and sitting up away from him.

“I lied. There were others,” explained Spencer.

“You’re just saying…” you began but were cut off again.

“Lila, Austin, Maeve… want me to keep listing?”

“Spencer, what are you doing?” you asked, confused as to why he would sleep with you again if he was going to be like this.

“Get out.” Two more words that hit you like a truck.


“Get out!” he screamed, his hand diving to the nightstand.

You didn’t even need to see it, you knew it was there. Moving quicker than you ever had before, you leapt from the sheets, grabbing up your clothes and running from the bedroom. The last thing you saw of him was his naked torso with an outstretched hand, fingers gripping the revolver.

With a pair of pants and a shirt on, you left behind everything, losing it all for an hour of pleasure once a week. When the door clicked closed behind you, your eyes travelled down to see the bunch of roses that had been dropped by the door mat.

I’m here back in your bed babe
Remember what you said to me
“You can be my James Dean, I’ll be your sweet queen”
I said that you were my first, but you weren’t even close now
Like a frame in a movie, you’re just one of many
Can you grant me one last wish
Play Russian roulette as we kiss
I’ll be your cheap novelty
Blow your brains out on me

Eight days. That was all that had passed when you tried to speak to him again, going to his apartment building with nothing but apologies and good intentions in mind. And yet, there you were. Standing on the pavement across the street as you watched him with her, walking along the street with the same red rose that he’d brought you on your first official date.

Turning, you watched out of the corner of your eye so he wouldn’t see you. The nervous churning in your stomach that had plagued you the entire way there had suddenly turned to an emptiness as you were cast aside, discarded for what you had done. Given time, would he even remember you?

I gave you these roses now but I left in the thorns
I’d rather hurt someone than hurt myself
I’ll dispose of you like a lighter out of fuel
I’ll lose you somewhere on the shelf

Do you know what i really hate though? When petty cowards use the anon option to insult and threaten others. It is such a pathetic thing for a person to do.Not only do you send hate, with the purpose of making someone feel bad, to insult and hurt, but you also do it hiding behind an anonymous option. If you have issues, insecurities or whatsoever, talk to someone, but DO NOT get others feeling like crap, just because you do or simply so your bored ass can get some entertainment of the sadness of someone, that is straight up sociopathic.

William Nylander - Book Store fun

soemthing cute with william nylander? ily!

You made your way down the rows and rows of different shapes and colors of books. You ran your finger down the spine of the books on the bottom of the shelve as you read the letters on the spines on the top shelves. The book store was quiet just like you liked it. It made it easier to look through the millions of books. 

You took a sip of you hot tea and pulled out a book from the top shelf. You began to read the back of the book as you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist. 

“Ohhh what’s this one about?” William asked as he rested his head in the nook of your neck. 

“A murder of kids, I don’t know.” You giggled as you placed it on the side by you next to you. 

“Book pile?” William asked as he placed his book down on top of the pile of books you had. 

“Maybeee.” You smiled. 

“Gees, how many is that?” He asked as he became to count through your pile of books. “20…well at least I know you won’t be bored when am on the road.” He laughed as he kissed you cheeked. 

You kept looking through the books for a couple more minutes before you looked over at William who was already looking at you with a huge smile on his face.

“What?” You asked confused as you grabbed some of your books and made your way to the checkout. 

William grabbed the rest and followed you. 

“I just love watching you look through the books. You look so at home and at peace. I love it. Plus you make the cutest faces when you look at the books.” He laughs as the lady checks you out. 

“Your total is $233.50.” The cashier said with a smile. 

Before you could pull out you money William pulled out his card and gave it to the lady. 

“Thank you.” She said taking it and sliding it. 

“WILLIAM!” You yelled as you turned around. 

“What?” He laughed at you. 

“You just spent $233.50 on books for me, really. I would have gotten that.” You said feeling bad at the money he just spent. 

He just grinned and pulled you in to his chest while placing a kiss on the top of your head “One of those were mine!” He giggled as he grabbed the bags and card from the cashier. 


Originally posted by queenevagutowski

TSUBAKI CHOU LONELY PLANET CHAPTER 41 TRANSLATIONS: I decided to translate this chapter because I was super curious and I’m sure some of you are too! SIDE NOTE: THIS IS THE ONLY TIME IM DOING THIS SO DO NOT EXPECT ANOTHER ONE FROM ME. THANK YOU!

Also, check out the raw first so you know whats going on. And also I apologize for getting some things wrong if they are! OK!

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His Dirty Little Secret..

Prologue( for new readers)

Hailey Wilson is your typical 16 year old. She prefers books over party’s and where she lives most people don’t agree with that such as Ashleigh Wills the most popular girl at school who looks down on everyone and gets every guy she wants and when she wants.

Luke Hemmings is your typical bad boy, he has piercings and tattoos all over his body. He prefers girls or anything and he likes to make peoples life a living hell at school and one of those people happen to be Hailey…

but what happens when they both realise they are each other’s new neighbours??

  • Before you start reading i will let you know a few things..
  • The story has changed a little i have re-written some characters and taken people out.
  • I have changed Haileys attitude and re-written parts.
  • You may have noticed i changed the title as well, the story line is still going to be the same but just a little different.
  • Luke is still going to be the ass he was the first time around.
  • I don’t want to tell you guys too much because that will spoil it..
  • i hope you enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 1-

From the bad boy at school to my next door neighbour..

Hailey’s Pov 

My alarm kept ringing and ringing meaning it was time for school, i groaned as i rolled around and turned it off.

i layed back and stared up at the ceiling.

Weekends go by so fast, i stayed up way to late last night.

i just couldn’t put this new book i got down, it’s so good.

i got it on Saturday when i was out with Sophie and Lauren and i haven’t been able to put it down.

My mum came walking in to my room and said  "Time for school"

i rolled my eyes at her as she walked out, she doesn’t like when i stay in at the weekends reading.

She want’s me to be more like her when she was my age.

which was going out getting drunk and having unprotected sex with guys no one likes, something girls like to do in this generation.

Me on the other hand i don’t enjoy anything like that, not that i’ve ever gotten drunk or even been to a party but if you took one look at me i would get laughed at if i showed up at a party.  

My friend Lauren like’s to go to a party now and again but i never go, she asks but i just laugh at her when she does.

we have been friends for so long she should know by now i would not be seen dead at a party.

i was just glad Sophie wasn’t into party’s, she more like me thankfully.

i got up out of bed finally and i quickly jumped into the shower because i haven’t showered since Saturday and it’s now Monday morning.

i looked at my wardrobe wandering what to wear, the only thing i own is black skinny jeans and plain t-shirts or hoodies.

but even with my choose of clothing i still get called a nerd, i don’t see myself as a nerd yeah of course i do well in school and i have never missed a day but that’s just because i want to do well.

The worst name i do get called in school is Virgin. It’s such a stupid thing to call someone, i know i can’t be the only person in the whole school who is a virgin.

i’m just open about it,most people at my school aren’t. The popular ones call me and my friends Lauren and Sophie the three virgins even though Lauren has had sex.

they just think there better than us which is really stupid. It doesn’t bother me anymore what they call me, i’ve gotten use to it over the years.

I’ve gone with black skinny jeans and a white plain top with my leather jacket and converse, it’s comfy and at least maybe my mother might agree with my choice.

Once i was finished getting ready to walked down stairs to find my mum in the kitchen patiently waiting for me.

Oh god.

“What took you so long?” was all she said once i walked in..

I gave her a weird look and then i looked at the clock, it’s only 8 o'clock i wasn’t that long.

“I was only 45 minutes and i needed a shower” i said to her as i got my bowl and cereal out for breakfast

She rolled her eyes at me and then she turned and was about to walk out but not before saying

“Well hurry up and eat because i have a meeting early this morning so if you want me to drive you, stop with the back cheek and eat” she said and then she left.

I guess she didn’t get enough sleep, it’s always the same with her one minute she is a loving mother and then next minute it is as if she regrets ever giving birth to you and she tries to show it with every word she says or look she gives you. She is hard to read sometimes.

But she is the worst lair, if she thinks i believe her having these meetings in the morning she is really wrong. I know she is meeting up with another one of her guys for whatever it is.

I don’t know his name i just know there is a guy but that is the normal routine with her, i never find out his name because it doesn’t get that far that i meet him unless i catch her out her with tights around her ankles and the guy on top of her, it has happened quite a few times.

By half 8 we were ready to go and i got in the car yawning,even though i am really tired this morning it was worth it and i know when i go home i will want to read more.

i got a text while i just arrived at school from my friends letting me know that they were already inside and so was Luke.

Luke hemmings.

i wished just wished that one day he would take a day off, for being a bad boy he always manages to come to school of course he misses classes but he still makes an appearance every day.

i’ve never hated someone so much than i do him, he is the whole reason why people started calling me a virgin.

It happened a year ago, i stuck up for myself and told him off something no one dares to do at this school but i felt confident and i was sick of him thinking he owned the school and ever since then he hasn’t stopped trying to make my life hell.

He’s the typical bad boy in our school, he has a lip piercing and a tongue piercing and loads of tattoos, his hair is always dyed a different colour each week. He will be bald by the times he’s 20 i bet.

people say when his dad left things changed for him but no one really knows what happened to him 2 years ago.

Mondays aren’t bad for classes i only have 5 and they last 2 hours roughly each, it helps that i’m a good pupil as well so my day goes by quick so i can get back to my book.

i knew my friends were in the cloakroom already but i needed the toilet so i headed their first once i got my books out of my locker.

I walked out of the bathroom but of course my luck i managed to hit someone with the door on my way out.

“I’m so sorry, i didn’t see you” i said as i turned to apologise to whoever i hit and then i realised who it was.

“Watch where you’re going nerd” she said

That was Ashleigh Wills the most popular girl in the school.

She is the one who most people are scared off, she has long blonde hair and the makeup.

She wear the shortest clothes i have ever seen someone wear, if it isn’t a short skirt it’s short tops.

There is something else about her that everyone is scared of,it’s who she hangs around with..

Luke Hemmings.

They are always on and off, it’s hard to tell if they are together or not.

If you ask me they are perfect for one another both as bad as each other.

She looks down at everyone for no reason all because she is the captain of the cheerleader squad, she is second person on my list of people i hate.

i walked to the cloak room and saw my friends

“Good morning”

 Sophia said “ Morning” then she pointed to Lauren who seemed to not know i was there

“Morning….” i sang into her ear making her jump

“Fuck off Hailey, i have a hanging headache"Lauren said still not lifting her head up

Me and Sophie laughed at her, she must have been out last night well she shouldn’t have drank too much.

We went over who had what class etc.. Me and Sophie had Maths together and then i had Art alone then it was break time and then we all had English together but Lauren doesn’t sit with us. She sits with this boy who she has a crush on.. William graham.

she is the most confident one out of us three but when it comes to him she can hardly get a word out, it’s quite entertaining to watch.

then i have R.E alone and Science alone but i am passing these classes, i always have so i am never bored in class.

I have been so busy thinking about what classes i have today i forgot about what happened this morning.

"Your never going what happened before you guys arrived this morning at school” i said to both of them making them looking weirdly at me.

“What?” they both said

“I was coming out of the bathroom and i hit someone with the door on my way out and guess who it was?” i said

They both shrugged their shoulders and then i continued “ It was Ashleigh, i said sorry but once i realised who it was i wasn’t sorry anymore”

They both laughed and then Lauren said “ I would have paid good money to see the look on her face as you hit her, she needs more than just a door to the face if you ask me”

the bell rang meaning it was time for class..

We just got up as Luke and his with along with Ashleigh and her squad walked past us, they gave us dirty looks and Luke said “ look it’s the 3 virgins hurrying to class” they all laughed as they walked past.

Of course he couldn’t walk past us without saying anything, he makes me sick.

i hated how he just walked around this school like he was god’s gift, i can’t believe at one point i had a crush on him. That was before the tattoo’s and piercings of course.

By break time i was so ready to slap Luke and ready for food.

Art class is the only class i hate not because i can’t draw it’s because i have to deal with Luke and his friends alone.

Calum Hood and Michael Clifford.

They are all as bad as each other, Michael doesn’t say much as Luke and Calum would. I have to sit beside Michael in my R.E class and he isn’t as mean or annoying like the other two.

I had been in Art class for almost an hour now and so far i have had 3 pieces of paper thrown at my head by the one and only Luke Hemmings.

Seriously have they not got something better to do? Like um their fucking work.

This is normal routine in Art class, they always throw something at me, a pencil or paper or a rubber. I remember Luke threw a pencil at my head and it hurt and i swore i thought i saw a tiny bit of guilt in his eyes when i turned around angrily at him but he soon covered it up with a smirk.

I picked up one of the pieces Luke threw at me and i opened it to find that he had written Loser in black pen i mean could he not have written something more i don’t know creative?

I knew he was staring at me because i could feel his eyes on me so i looked over at him with the piece of paper in my hand still, he was smirking at me and then he mouthed

“Loser” to me still smirking.

I rolled my eyes at him not giving him the satisfaction of letting him know he’s bothered me. He is such a dickhead, I could think of more impressive things to call him.

I gave him a dirty look and then i picked up another  piece of paper he threw at me and walked to the bin and turned to look at him as i threw it in the bin and then i rolled my eyes as i walked back to my seat.

He didn’t look to happy but so what? Maybe it will teach him a lesson that throwing paper at me is getting nowhere and he is just wasting his time and mine.

just when i thought i might have gotten rid of him that bastard pushed me into the lockers, seriously?! What a prick.

One day i am going to push him to see how he likes it.

i walked into the canteen mad as hell, Lauren still look hungover but i didn’t care i slammed my bag down on the table as i sat down making her give me the evils.

i told them what happened, they weren’t surprised about it because it is just a normal routine with him.

the rest of the day went by quick thankfully, Luke never said another word to me or pushed me but he was too busy with his tongue down every girl’s throat so i think that’s why.

Sophie’s mum was giving me a lift home, i didn’t feel like walking home like i usually do so i just got a lift. Lauren had detention for being late last week so she had to stay behind.

When i got dropped off at my house there was a big truck that said “Moving out” at the side in big letters on it just next door.

Finally someone has rented the house next door, it has been empty for weeks and it has been creeping me out lately.

I dropped my bag at my door and i walked over to see who the new neighbours would be hoping they are going to be nice.

As i got closer i saw a woman about 5'4 with short blonde hair walk out of the house looking tired.

She seen me and she smiled so i smiled back and i walked closer over to her.

“Hello i’m Hailey, i live just next door” i said as i stopped in front of her

She smiled and held out her hand for me to shake which i did because it is polite and then she spoke

“Hello i’m Liz, me and my son have just moved today, it’s nice to meet you”

She seemed really nice, i hope her son is nice as well.

“My mum will be home soon if you like you can home next door for a cup of tea? I’m sure you could use a break from moving boxes around” i said nicely to her

“Aw thank you sweetheart, that is very kind of you but i’m fine. My son will be here any time now, you should meet him, you are probably the same age” she said

I smiled at her and then all of a sudden a motorbike was heard coming close and then the guy pulled up in the driveway, we both turned to look and Liz smiled.

This must be her son.

“Here is he now” she said

She walked over to him as he was just getting of his bike, i swear i knew that leather jacket from somewhere but i couldn’t figure out where.

He’s very tall and i can tell he is probably attractive.. But i haven’t seen his face yet.

He was just taking off his helmet and Liz waved me over. I kept my head down to the ground because i was shy, i usually am around boys and if he is attractive i don’t want to say something stupid.

The guy turned around just as i approached Liz and then she spoke “ Son this is Hailey Wilson, she is our new neighbour, you guys are around the same age”

I finally lifted my head up to see who her son was and i think i almost died right there.

Her son is Luke Hemmings.

Luke Hemmings who about a couple of hours ago was throwing paper at me and pushed me against the lockers.

Great this is just perfect, i don’t know who looked more shocked.

Me or Luke.

He didn’t smirk at me, he just stared at me. I tore my eyes away from him to see his mum staring between us and then she spoke

“I’m guessing you two know each other already?”

Haha you could say that..

“We um go to the same school” i said quietly

Luke smirked making me wish i was anywhere but here right now

“Oh isn’t this great” Liz said clapping her hands and walking away leaving me and Luke alone.

I took one last look at him before turning, i didn’t want to spend anymore time with him than i needed to.

God not only is he going to make my life hell at school, he is going to make my life at home a living hell too.

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