Don’t go as a tourist to different places just to stand in front of statues for a picture on instagram. Go explore the place, the people, how their society works and incorporate yourself into it. Learn to make a home everywhere you go, and always remember that other cultures are never wrong- they’re just different
I see galloping, raging, wild horses in your eyes, when you walk by flowers they seem to bloom in seconds and when I die, I’m sure I’ll see your name on heavens gate because it was made in your distinct image.
I’m reminded of you when my coffees gone cold and suddenly I don’t have the strength to warm it back up. I’m left sitting at the table with an aching back, crumbs left on the table from the food I could hardly eat the night before. I don’t want to open my eyes, I want to be left in the dark to think of you and how I long to lay my head on your shoulder once more. You were always there.
When I see a single balloon floating to space in our grand sky, it’s you I’m reminded of. You are the wind and that’s okay, never settle, never rest. The sky was made vast and space was made infinite because the universe knew it had to make room for you and all that you are or will ever be. Limitless. You have a mission.
I just want to hold you in my fragile arms that were never made good enough to hold someone like you. I know you cry alone at night because the beauty of this earth is overwhelming. Sweet baby, feel, feel, feel all there is to feel. Within you there is an endless summer and countless roses. Look in the mirror and know there is no beauty like yours.
Leave everyone shook like you are meant to. Don’t apologise for your greatness or intense demeanor. I know who put the stars in the sky, it sure as hell wasn’t a god. It was you who painfully ripped open your chest to set each one free. You created the stars, without needing to be a god. You just needed to be yourself.
When I look up at the sky, I see the centerpiece that is our sun, our life source. I look up and see the beautifully ingenious clouds that are as white as milk and as soft as your soul. I see nothing but lively beauty above, knowing heaven is behind it all. You are the hidden heaven, heaven itself.
I can’t sit down and enjoy a simple cup of tea anymore because you invade my every thought and it’s like the earth shakes violently when I’m forced to think about you. My tea spills every time and I see my reflection in the liquid that I never clean off the table, remembering your words said to me of how beautiful i am. I try to tell myself I am beautiful but ill never compare to you. You are the most beautiful being alive and I love it that way. I’m okay with my spilled tea and tears because at least you havent left my mind. Your what keeps the walls of my mind full of art when all I can physically cause around myself is a mess.
You are the blood in my veins, you are what gives me life. I can’t sleep at night because my dreams consist of nothing but your astounding image. I’m not afraid of the ghosts that linger my cold room at night anymore because I’ve gotten used to them talking to me. I want nothing more than for one of them to have your voice one day in hopes that you’ll have come back to kiss me once more.
You’re the spark that starts a fire, let’s just say you’re hot. You’re the mischief in the eyes of a sociopath, you’re universal intelligence. Stay true, stay especially you and use the amazing power house that is your mind to continue blessing this earth with your own greatness.
Don’t be afraid of being soft, I know you feel a lot. You are beautiful, hard as a rock or not. Do what makes you feel alive and thrive in what brings you life. You’re here to do great things. Don’t doubt yourself, don’t give up. You are one of a kind.
I left my home and travelled miles to a new, unknown place. It was terrifying until I saw you in the skies. A lightening show, you put one on just for me. Flooding the sky with colors unseen. I never saw anything as striking. Never have I wanted to be struck by lightening so badly, to be able to taste you. But the storm was too far away and although Id travel miles just to be under such a storm, such grace, your beauty causes my knees to go weak. I can’t move in the sight of you.
You carry me up into the sky with your angel wings for me to look down and see the heads of all the living down below. You tell me you are apart of each and every living soul and I believe you. You tell me you are apart of every piece of nature that grows on this earth and you are every second, every minute and hour of the day and I believe you. You tell me you are night and day, evil and good. You tell me you are everything and nothing and I believe you. You are all these things but you are especially an angel. You are otherworldly.
i never understood the saying, “home is where the heart is” until one day i was laying in bed feeling out of place, i kept thinking “i want to go home” despite being in my own bed, that’s when i realized what i really meant was that i wanted to be wherever you were. it was then that i knew i loved you more than i had ever thought. you are my first love and i wouldn’t trade it for the world.
I was driving home today as I passed by all the places we used to go together. It was in the midst of our bittersweet memories when I realized I took you to all my favorite places.
All my favorite places that I can never return to again.
“What toothpaste brand do you like?” you asked as you walked down the aisle. You were too busy staring at the different brands of toothpaste in your hands to notice the person you were talking to wasn’t Hoseok.
“I like the one in your left hand” a strange voice responded.
Your head snapped up to look at the owner of the voice that didn’t belong Hoseok. As you took in his frame, he was definitely the complete opposite of the person you had mistaken him for.The boy in front of you was tall, muscular. His messy dark hair hidden beneath a beanie. He smiled at you and for a second you forgot how words worked, incapable of processing anything else that he was saying.
“I’m sorry, I thought you were my roommate” you nervously spat out as soon as you regained the ability to speak.
He laughed as the two of you stood awkwardly across from each other, “Don’t worry about it”
“Marco!” you heard Hoseok’s voice ring out through the otherwise quiet pharmacy.
“Polo” you responded as your cheeks flushed a million different shades of red as the boy’s face lit up even more. But you couldn’t get the nerve to look at him, avoiding eye contact by returning one of the tubes of toothpaste back onto the shelf you had taken it from. The sound of your rescue, Hoseok’s footsteps, got louder and louder as they filled the growing awkward silence between the two of you.
“Y/N, where have you been? I thought you got swallowed by a toothpaste monster or something” Hoseok teased as he walked up to the two of you.
carl gallagher is the definition of unexpected. the little boy who melted dolls together, tortured animals, put a goldfish in the microwave all while his siblings just watched in some kind of amused horror. the little boy who bullied the other kids because he wanted to make people cry, who fantasized about pushing people on train tracks, who never had a problem with death or murder. the teenage boy that ate out almost every girl in his grade just for the hell of it. that boy is the same boy who put his shirt back on and had zero complaints about it because his girlfriend didn’t like sex, the same boy who took her entire family in even when his siblings resisted (”they live in a van.” “why is that my problem?” “it’s winter”). it’s the same boy who was so devoted to his best friend that he gave him a place to live, never complained about or mocked the things that made him feel safe and did them with no judgement (watching his back in the shower at home, letting him sleep on the floor). the same boy who saw a (not his first, but his first fresh) dead body and knew he couldn’t keep going down the same path he was going anymore because he didn’t wanna see that. the same boy who only questioned ian’s sexuality because he wanted to know more about it and no one would give him any answers, the same boy who accepted caleb’s sexuality even when ian and even caleb barely did, the same boy who comforted mickey when ian was being diagnosed. the same boy who said he wasn’t good enough for his girlfriend but he would do whatever she asked as long as she liked him (he literally cut the tip of his dick off for that girl). he never said any rude things to her, after the whole sorority ordeal he didn’t even speak to her. he just hung out with her dad, the only positive father figure in his life, and bettered himself. he even almost gave up his newfound dream to be with her after she cheated on him, but he went anyways after she just broke his heart again. he went to military school, he’s trying to be a better person. this is the same boy who tried so hard to help his father so many times, and in the end his father tried to force him to stay in the business he was in despite the fact that he was terrified and miserable. carl is so devoted and loyal to everyone, not just the gallaghers, and even the people who hurt him, and he’s the most well-rounded character on the show.
She’s Just Not That Into You » Part I (A Harry Styles Miniseries)
First and foremost, I need to dedicate this miniseries to @stylesunchained. If it weren’t for B, this idea would’ve never come to fruition. It’s been so lovely to torture you with snippets of this story, and now it’s finally here! And yes, the whole damn thing is dedicated to you, my beautiful friend.
Secondly, I need to take the time to thank @cuddlemusclestyles for her knowledge of England and always answering my questions about it. I would be lost without you, for you are my own personal Google.
And, of course, thank you all for the interest you’ve expressed for this miniseries. It’s always that much more enjoyable to write when you know you’ve got people rooting for you. I hope I don’t disappoint you.
Summary: Bucky’s a cop and got called to a crime scene to arrest a criminal but he realizes the criminal is the person he’s dating
Warnings: Police!Au, Language, Drunk Shenanigans, Major Floof
A/N: Written for Manu’s writing challenge, couldn’t help but write cop!Bucky again. @jurassicbarnes thank you for the fun opportunity.
It had been a quiet night for Officer James Buchanan Barnes
and his partner. So far, they had to deal with a fight between two drunk men,
an exhibitionist and a few reckless drivers.
Bucky had started his shift at 10 p.m. the previous night
and it was now just after 4 a.m. He kept repeating ‘only two more hours’ like a mantra and tried to imagine you all
wrapped up and sound asleep in your bed. He really wanted to be with you.
What if when you ascend to godtier and enter a new universe, over time, you physically changed. After all, a lot of gods and mythological figures don’t really look human, at least 100%.
Here are some ideas for looking like proper gods!
— — — Space - Have small, marble sized satellites orbiting them - Skin like polished chrome - Eyes like a galaxy - Their freckles are stars, if you look close enough. They glow at night - Hair that seems infinitely thick - Their freckles are the constellations, the night sky literally looking like them
Time - Each footstep sounds like a deafening, solitary tick on a clock - When walking on grass, the grass springs up. When taking their foot off, it withers and dies before returning to normal
- Their breath creates a heat shimmer effect
- Sand trails from their hands and feet, as if they were disintegrating - An aura of dust
- Patches of rust on their skin - Their irises are gears or mini clocks - Everything seem to stop as they approach
Light - Blood is rainbow technicolor - Their touch makes things shimmer and shine - Their skin is naturally radiant - While touching things, they temporarily turn to gold - They have skin like stained glass
- They glitter gold dust as they walk
Void - Have no body temperature - You can’t sense their presence. You just feel. Nothing. - Pure black eyes - Drips black ink - Dark mist curls around their feet/hands/eyes - Everything they touch grows darker, but if you look closer there’s a subtle glitter to it
- They have a dark aura around them, sometimes manifesting as horrorterror-esque tendrils
- Have an aura of whispers
Heart - Eye colors change depending on mood - Has a visible aura - When their heart is beating hard, everyone hears it - Spirits are visible around them - Multiple arms - Have crystalline skin - Skin like cracked glass
Mind - Teal electricity sparks when they concentrate - Eye contact with them is haunting, like glass shards against your soul. They see through you - When around them your thoughts, ideas, and imagination become visible - Multiple eyes
Hope - Angel wings - a halo - Seems to have angel bodyguards follow them around - Bleed shimmering gold ichor - Their presence sounds like faint bells and chimes - They often have ‘God Ray’ lighting - Their skin looks like polished stone
Rage - Black sclera with purple irises - Demon horns - Dark purple or black veins - A halo of violet light - Their foot steps leave flames - Sharp teeth - Eyes like burning coals - They exhale smoke and embers and have a general smoke aura. Embers cover their shoulders - Cat/snake/pentagram eyes - Black crow/raven/bat wings - Demonic rune tattoos - A voice like thunder
Life - Their hair is a bunch of leaves - Their footsteps make flower bloom - As they walk, flower petals trail from them - Has skin like bark or has scales - Can have any number of animal features like cat ears, a tail, horns, etc - Vines wrap around their limbs - Always seems to be healthier than you are, especially on your best days
Doom - Has a full body tattoo of their skeleton - Lifeless eyes - They don’t bleed
- Plants wither, wilt, and die as they walk past - Their voice is sharp and crisp, like the slamming of a door or the sound of a book hitting the floor
- Skin like cold iron, both in touch and texture - Magic circle tattoos
Breath - Small clouds form at their feet when walking on air - When they yell, the wind howls - Their hair almost like water, gracefully floating and moving
- Their breath is visible like mist or an exhals on a cold day
- As they walk past, they always carry a light breeze - Their hair is made from puffy clouds - Legs turn into gaseous mist - They are incredibly light for the height and weight
Blood - Blood like liquid shimmering ruby - In the dark, their veins glow like molten lava - Their touch feels vaguely familiar - Their eyes are a deep red, looking at them feels like home - They have a warm aura, growing in weight and intensity with their anger.
- Their voice always brings a vague sense of nostalgia of home, in a way you cant quite place
— — — These are just a few of the possibilities and can help steer and direct personal traits and motifs. Of course this is never final or anything, it’s just to help spur ideas
Made partially because I shared my initial Rage list with mod Wren from @prospitsisters s and they started having ideas for others, so naaaturally I had to do stuff for others too.
“'She looks just like your wife,’ Magnus
said, offhandedly. His gaze tore back to Alec when he heard the other man choke
on the coffee he was drinking. ‘Oh, I’m sorry, are you two not married.’ 'Uh,
no,’ Alec said after recovering from his coughing fit. 'Izzy is my sister.'”
Aka, the “I fell in love with the
pregnant girl across the hall’s brother” AU.
Magnus Bane’s the head of his own
company. Alec Lightwood is in his last year of law school. They’ve never met
but have one thing in common: neither does relationships. Just one night
stands. That is until they find themselves matched on a hookup app and suddenly
one night is not enough.
Also known as the one where Magnus and
Alec meet and think they can have no strings attached sex and not develop
Despite what his sister
thinks about his non-existent love life, Alec is not in danger of an oncoming
descent into recluse crazy cat owner. For one; Church would eat his competitors
for Alec’s undivided attention and two; Alec’s a little hung up over Magnus
When Magnus gets to Nashville, Indiana
to handle his late mother’s will, he doesn’t expect to be forced to stay there
for six months. Six months away from New York and lost in the wildness of the
It quickly appears that he is going to
go through six months of living hell.
The fact that he hates the local
veterinarian on sight isn’t helping.
Alec had a problem. One
that was wrapped up in exquisite clothing and dusted in glitter. Alec was
quickly realising that being around Magnus was terrible for his composure.
Ignoring the fact that he could barely string a sentence together without
tripping over his words, he’d discovered a new distraction: magic.
After closing a
particularly spectacular legal case Magnus sends Ragnor a celebratory text only
to find himself the victim of autocorrect and having to explain to a very
handsome angel (Alec) that he isn’t God, no matter how much he wishes he was
Magnus wore cardigans
and baggy slacks. He owned two cats, and he lived in a home more suitable for
an elderly mundane woman for a reason. He was to remain boring and unsuitable
for most associations with people. He did not like attention, no matter how
positive it might be. He was to seem eccentric and weird. Living a life focused
on magic that was supposed to not exist.
Magnus Bane is a famous
stripper, used to pretty boys falling in love with him after one dance. The
feeling is hardly ever mutual. But when he meets the freshly turned twenty-one
year old Alec lightwood, he can’t take his eyes off him, and they find themselves
in love quicker than they expected.
Alec Lightwood is in
love with his best friend and colleague Jace.
Jace is straight and at the moment he’s dating
this Clary girl. Alec is certain it won’t last, as all his friend’s previous
Then there’s Magnus Bane, another co-worker and
a man who sure knows how to make Alec feel embarrassed.
Something’s going on between Alec and Magnus.
Something’s going on between Jace and Clary
Magnus is an interior
designer who is dreading going to his yearly Christmas party and Alec a waiter
who has dealt with more than enough Christmas cheer to last a lifetime. But
when the two set eyes on the other across a crowded restaurant are they going
to be destined for more when the festive season is over?
Alec has enough on his plate right now.
His parents are furious at him, Magnus Bane is making him feel things he’s
trying so hard not to feel, his wedding is coming up, and his world is breaking
apart.What he doesn’t need is a fussy mundane
version on himself showing up in the Institute basement. What he doesn’t need
is Magnus telling him that they’ll just have to wait for Seelie Magic to suck
that version of himself back to his own dimension.But since when does Alec get what he
Alternate Dimension Alec gets trapped in the Shadowhunter reality at some point
after the “I know you feel what I feel” scene. The gang desperately
tries to stop chaos from ensuing.
“How did you manage to never run
into him? He’s always helping with stuff and he’s even been at the institute
about three weeks ago to strengthen the wards against further attacks from
Valentine,” she replied and looked at her brother incredulously. Alexander
scrunched up his nose and shrugged.
“Well, maybe I have better things
to do than waiting around to watch some overrated warlock do magic
tricks,” he commented a little defensively but it was the truth. He always
had something to do and even when they were not out demon hunting, he had
either paperwork to do or train.
“Pardon me, but I’m not just some overrated warlock. I’m the High Warlock of Brooklyn and
that title is well deserved, if I may say so. And I’m appalled that you refer
to my magic as petty tricks. You Nephilim always act to high and
mighty, yet you’re constantly in need of some tricks from overrated warlocks to help you out of some unnecessary
dilemma,” a foreign voice interjected and Alec whirled around, fingers
instinctively curling around his bow to be ready to attack if need be. The
owner of the voice was not what Alexander had expected, to be honest.
With the war finally
over, Magnus had time to be alone and his mind decided to bring up all the
things and people he had lost in the war at once. At his own loft, with his two
beloved cats sleeping soundly, Magnus broke down……
“Keep your hands to yourself,” Alec
tells Magnus apropos of nothing.
Magnus frowns. “I’m on the other side of
the table!” he protests… not that he wasn’t thinking about some light groping
per say, but they’re in public, Alec might not be into it and, while he’s good
at concealing it, Magnus does have manners. Sometimes.
“So here we are.” Magnus said,
taking a step closer to Alec.
Alec gulped and took a deep breath in
through his nose. “Yeah, here we are.” He squeezed his fingers
nervously in his fists as he caught Magnus glancing towards his lips. “I-I
suppose you want me to kiss you?” He stuttered, voice faltering.
And he didn’t think it would be mended
anytime soon. He certainly didn’t think he’d be ready to let anybody in. Until
a beautiful boy walks into his shop, and steals his breath with shy glances,
kind words, and a fantastic coffee machine.
Maybe this Christmas will be better.
Or: In which Camille is awful, Ragnor
and Raphael are an old married couple, and Magnus can’t help but be enamoured
by Alec Lightwood.
Alec Lightwood is a happily settled down
man in a loving, caring relationship. But things weren’t always that way… and
once upon a time, Alec used his Valentine’s Day to celebrate the spirit of the
night as much as possible.
aka. world inverted legendary lothario
They are on opposite
edges of the same ideal. Alec so young, and Magnus so much older. Alec a
blessed acolyte of the Angel, Raziel. Magnus the abandoned son of the Greater
Demon, Asmodeus. Magnus with so much more unimportant and irrelevant
experience, and Alec with none. They could not be more different if they tried,
and yet, they are also the same. A matched set of uncertainty and inability to
accept that someone might want them for exactly who they are.
So.” Alec flops back onto the bed,
sprawled in a lazy heap on his back, sated and boneless. Magnus is already
lying on his belly, basking in the afterglow, and he surreptitiously steals
closer, burrowing against Alec’s side. “Best sex of my life.”
Magnus hums, resting his head on his
arms, revelling in the thrill those words send through him.
“Or, well,” Alec hazardously waves an
arm around, “easily in the top three.”
Magnus giggles. He has no idea where
that came from. It’s uncharacteristic for him. Magnus Bane, High Warlock of
Brooklyn is usually much too dignified to giggle. But then Alec turns his head
and grins at Magnus, lopsided and loopy but brilliant, oh so brilliant, warming
Magnus from the inside out and maybe this is exactly the kind of situation which
calls for a giggle, so Magnus will allow it. Just this once.
Magnus holds out his
hand, a silver chain running around his middle finger and wrist, and Alec
doesn’t have the time to process it – to think, doesn’t have the time to
realise what’s going to happen because he has to take it and he does,
electricity dancing through their fingers and down his back and he tries not to
think about it, holds out his own hand for Jace and feels unbalanced; he knows
Jace’s touch, remembers it from roughing each other up when they were kids even
though he tried to forget it, to turn it into a ghost when he understood, but
Magnus’ is new and smooth and unassuming and he feels uncomfortable, doesn’t
know what to do with it.
there he was. Midnight, at a party. Preparing himself to do something with a
guy. To spend one night getting all of this- this unspeakable desire out of his
system. He needed to forget it before he made a mistake and ruined his career,
his chances of becoming Head of the New York Institute.
(Alec’s panic attacks were getting worse
and worse and maybe if he spent one night with a guy he could get it out of his
system, and he could forget being gay and loving Jace. But nothing went that
smoothly, so of course Alec’s one night stand had to be Magnus Bane, and they
had to keep bumping into each other. It wasn’t like Alec wanted to understand
his emotions, anyway.)
Hey, could you do a story where the reader (who doesn’t really know Peter but maybe they go to the same school?) finds one of Peter’s backpacks that he left behind and tries to find him to give it back to him? And maybe that happens more than one time and reader tries to solve this backpack mystery? Hope you can work with this messy idea, your blog’s name somehow gave me the idea.
a/n - this idea made me so happy!!!! (for obvious reasons LMAO) i tried to show his more dorky side in this fic and i’m sorry if it failed, but don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you’d like and follow!
I was walking down 53rd street, headphones in and heading home straight from work. I decided to take the short way home through a small alleyway, but was stopped when I almost tripped over something.
“What the hell-” I thought to myself, looking down to see a small backpack. It seemed as if it was left here since the sun was going down and everyone was starting to head home for the day. My eyes then caught onto the zipper was broken from the side down.
“Parker.” I huffed in my mind, recognizing the faulty zipper. This had marked the third time that I’ve found his backpack within the last month. Peter and I had never spoken to one another outside of Chemistry, and I never understood why he would be rushing out of school so quickly. Every time I found his backpack it would also be in the same place too, which I found odd.
I zipped his backpack up and looked at the tag on one of its straps.
“20 Ingram Street.” I typed into my phone, slinging the backpack around my shoulder and following the directions that radiated off of the screen, luckily not being longer than a 10 minute walk.
Harry sighed as he walked into his apartment. The last place he wanted to be at right now was his home. In reality, he wish he never walked out of your apartment. You were right. Your world didn’t revolve around him. He should’ve realized that he wasn’t the center of your universe. He should’ve let you tell him all about your date. “I’ll just talk to her in the morning,” he thought while he started to walk to his and Kimberly’s room.
“Where’d you go?” a voice called out. Harry halted mid-step. He turned around to see Kimberly sitting in the living room, her arms crossed over her chest. Harry bit his bottom lip, beginning to walk towards her. “I went to Y/N’s. Listen baby, I’m sorry I said-”
“You were with Y/N?” Kimberly asked, her voice laced with bitterness. Harry’s eyebrows quickly furrowed together as he sat down on the spot next to her. Kimberly was quick to move away, beginning to pace around. “I always go to her when I need to talk to someone.” Harry added, suddenly feeling the need to explain himself.
Kimberly quickly turned around to face Harry. “I’m your wife, Harry! Don’t you think you should be talking to me whenever you have a problem?” Harry’s cheeks immediately heated up,looking down at his fidgeting fingers, “We got into a fight. I just wanted Y/N’s opinion.”
Kimberly let out what was mixed between a scoff and a laugh. “As if we can trust her opinion.” Harry quickly stood up, feeling like he needed to stick up for his best friend. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Kimberly eyes widened, her head shaking, “How could you be so oblivious, Harry! The girl is in love with you!”
Harry quickly shook his head, “She’s my best friend, Kimberly! How could you accuse her of something like that!”
Kimberly crossed her arms once more before she sat back down on the couch. “I’m supposed to be your best friend.” She shook her head as she stared at the ground. “I notice the way she looks at you. She looks at you like it’s just you two in the room. She listens to every word you say. She puts your needs before hers! Everyone sees it! Everyone but you!” Harry remained silent as he sat down next to Kimberly, his palms beginning to sweat.
“Didn’t you notice how sad she was at the wedding?” Kimberly whispered as she placed her hand on top of Harry’s. Harry closed his eyes. “No…no. I’m her best friend. She was just happy for me. They were happy tears.”
Kimberly sat further into the couch. “Harry, they were tears because the guy she was in love with was marrying someone else.”
You were sitting in your kitchen. A cup of tea in front of you that was now cold. You sighed as you heard a knock on your door. You wiped a tear that fell from frustration from your fight with Harry. When you opened the door, there stood Harry at your doorstep for the second time tonight. Harry was giving you a look that sent shivers down your spine. He let himself into your apartment. You closed the door behind him, “Listen Harry, I’m sorry for-”
Harry spun around to face you, his breathing becoming harder and harsher. “Are you in love with me?”
Your eyes widened. Your secret that you kept for years was finally out. Your eyes quickly scanned Harry’s, trying to get some sense of how he was feeling. When you didn’t answer Harry, he immediately knew what your answer was. He ran his hand over his face as he took a deep breath. “How long?”
You suddenly felt so small. Your arms crossed, as if they were trying to protect yourself. You never wanted Harry to find out. You thought if he ever did find out, the two of you would be old and gray’ you would have a husband and the thought of once being in love with Harry would seem funny. Now, you felt nothing but shame for ever growing feelings for your best friend.
You took a deep breath, your eyes threatening to spill out tears. “Since we were 18,” you whispered. Now it was time for Harry to gasp. “18!” He repeated, his hand slamming down on the counter. You visibly winced, you closed your eyes as your arms tightened around your body.
“5 years! You’ve been in love with me for 5 years!” Harry shouted. He began to pace around your living room, pulling on his hair out of frustration. Harry looked back at you, his eyes softening at your trembling body as you cried. “Why didn’t you tell me,” Harry whispered so softly that you almost didn’t hear. You looked up at the ceiling, tears falling from your face, “I didn’t want to ruin what we had Harry! Our friendship…it was so beautiful! So…real! I was afraid that if I told you or if you somehow you found out, it would ruin everything.”
Harry looked down, his own eyes beginning to fill with tears. He looked up at you and took a deep breath, “You should’ve told me, Y/N. If you told me…things would’ve been different.” You let out a quiet scoff as you stared at the ground. Harry came closer to you. He placed his hand on your cheek, causing you to look up at him. Harry leant his forehead against yours, “I’ve been in love with you all my life.”
You let out a small gasp before Harry continued, “I’ve been in love with you…for so long, Y/N. But I knew someone like you would never be in love with someone like me.” Harry opened his eyes as he grabbed your hands. “You’re so..beautiful. You’re so compassionate and kind to the world. How could I not fall in love with you?” Harry chuckled through his tears. You looked into Harry’s eyes that were filled with nothing but sadness.
“If I knew that you loved me…I would be married to you right now.” Harry whispered. You let out a sob as you rested your head against Harry’s chest. Harry wrapped his arms around you as he looked up, trying to stop crying. “But I’m with Kimberly. And I fell in love with her too.”
You nodded your head as you buried your face more into Harry’s chest. For what felt like an eternity, the two of you held on to each other as if this was the last time you guys would be seeing each other.
Niall let himself into your apartment. He placed his bag down as he quietly made his way into your bedroom. He sighed as he saw the plate of food he left out for you remained untouched. As he came closer to your bed, he noticed the tear stains on your face as you were asleep. He sighed, feeling the same sympathy he did for you when Harry got married. Niall grabbed a blanket you kept on your bed and placed it over you before he left your room.
When Harry left your apartment that night, you immediately called Niall and struggled to tell him what happened between your sobs. Niall tried assuring you that everything would be okay. He tried telling you that this was just a bump; that somehow you and Harry would get past this. But it’s been two weeks and Harry hasn’t tried contacting you since.
Niall was sitting on the couch in you living room when you finally came out of your room. You sat down on the spot next to him, bringing your knees up to your chest. Niall placed his phone down. “I brought some food.” He said as he nodded towards the bag on the counter. You were staring at the wall in front of you. You let out a quiet “thanks.”
Niall bit his bottom lip, trying to think of what to say. He glanced at his phone and smiled. “Your birthday’s tomorrow. That’s exciting isn’t it?”
You shrugged your shoulders. Niall sighed, “Would you like to do anything? I can clear my schedule. Maybe we can go to-”
“I don’t really want to do anything. Thank you though, Niall.” You said quietly. Niall nodded his head as he scooted further into the couch.
Eventually Niall left. He placed a kiss on your head and a promise that he’ll be back tomorrow. Your eyes shifted to the clock on the wall. 11:34PM
With the time ticking closer and closer to 12, you could feel your anxiety bouncing off the walls. Harry has never missed the tradition of coming to your place for your birthday with a home made cake. Surely he wouldn’t miss it because of what happened.
You looked at the clock again. 12PM. It was officially your birthday. You stared at the door, hoping that Harry would burst in. Your eyes began to water when you realized it wasn’t going to happen. Tears began to fall off your face as your tradition was broken. You placed your head into your hands. Of course he wasn’t coming. Just because he knew you loved him, he wasn’t going to leave his wife for you. You were his past, Kimberly was his present. Stupid girl you thought.
Harry glanced at the time on his phone. He sighed as he looked at the cake he made earlier in front of him. He grabbed the cake and threw it into the trash can before he went back to bed.
i have never been so excited to write this! thank you guys so much for the constant love for married! it means the absolute world that you guys like it! i love hearing from you guys! let me know what you thought!
This is where I leave you. Here, where
all the kisses we shared are scattered
on the floor like war wreckage. Who
fought more, I wonder? My hands are
bloodier than yours, my cuts deeper. I have always loved with wild abandon while you were always so safe, so
careful. Why are you standing there
with one foot out of the door? I’m not
surprised, you always have. Say you love me but not enough to stay, not enough to clean this up. It’s too messy, my heart and dreams are all over this
place like tattered wallpaper, where is
yours? Is it in the suitcase, is it whole? This is where I leave you darling,
I will try not to look back, I will try not to look at the pictures on the wall, I will try not to love you anymore because it hurts, it hurts.
Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)
Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au
A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, cum play, oral, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!
“Ughh” Jin grunts, as
he dumps the heavy bagged object on
the ground. He turned around, when he heard another thud, from where his
youngest brother dropped another bag.
“Does it not bother
you?” the 16yr old Jungkook, choked out. His doe eyes were shot wide open, as
he stared with immense guilt at the large objects on the ground. He was
clenching his fists, afraid that he may break if he looked at his eldest
Jin, honestly didn’t
know how to deal with Jungkook. It was always normal to feel bad after completing
their father’s tasks, but eventually you’d have to get used to it. But for some
reason, Jungkook was never able to become immune to his emotions.
He let out a frustrated
sigh, as he looks at his little brother, “Of course it does. You just have to
get used to it.”
“Used to this? H-how
can anyone live like this?” the boy shakes, trying to control his anger.
“Jungkook, it’s out of
our hands. We must always follow father’s orders.”
“How could you even
refer to him as a father?! You know what kind of man he is! You know what he
did to all of our mothers…” he sobs.
Jin was losing his
composure as the boy continued. He knew their father was a vile human being,
who was most likely the human form of the devil himself, but he just had to
accept it. Every one of his six brothers came to terms with that, except
Jungkook. He was different from the rest.
This is from a few years ago, but it still haunts me.
This was the day before Hurricane Sandy, so me and my dad were out getting water, batteries, portable chargers, etc. We went to a Home Depot-esque store, but much smaller. This place had strollers, some of which were outside and were rolling around. Since he didn’t need me and I felt bad about the poor soul who would have to go out and take care of it, I told my dad go on in while I put away the run away strollers.
Cue a lady coming up to me seeing me doing this and assuming I worked there, asking if the store had a certain paint or wallpaper. Now, I had never been in this store and politely told her that I didn’t work there and so I wouldn’t know.
She went BALLISTIC. Screaming how I was rude and why else would I be putting away the strollers, ignoring me when I told her I didn’t work there and showing her I wasn’t wearing any type of uniform or name tag. It got to the point of her physically dragging me inside and telling the manager about me.
It was priceless to see her face when the manager told her “I’ve never seen this girl in my life ma'am”
who needs more peter x michelle feels? ALL OF US. so here’s another lil thing i wrote, it’s part 2 to this post, and you can find part 3 here!
michelle has had a rough day
first, peter didn’t show up to AP bio, again
she’s texted him 14 different times today
not that she’s worried or anything
because she and peter are barely friends, they sit at lunch together and walk to class together and walk home together and she knows he’s spiderman but…she swears they’re barely friends
but then the burning building happened, and peter didn’t come to school for almost two days
and she doesn’t know why she did it, but the day he came back and she saw him she nearly knocked her lab stool over when she ran up the aisle and into his arms, almost knocking them both over
they haven’t talked about it…because there is nothing to talk about
she’s sitting in her room, her laptop on her bed, buried under piles of books
no one knows this, but when she’s had a rough day, michelle’s coping skill is reorganizing her bookshelves
she does it so much to the point her parents are used to seeing them different each time they go in her room
and honestly, she didn’t have that bad of a day. it was fine, until peter didn’t show up to lunch or AP Bio and michelle’s heart dropped in the pit of her stomach when ned told her he missed today completely
she’s deep in thought of what could have happened– did a building fall on him? is he trapped in a hostage situation? did tony stark come back to try and recruit him again?
then her phone rings, causing her to nearly jump out of her skin and knock over a pile of books that she just sorted through
she reaches up to her nightstand and when the caller ID says “Peter” her hands shake as she answers
“peter?” she asks, probably a little too rushed
“hey” is all he says, and he sounds…fine?
“what-” she can’t even get the next question out before there’s a knock on her window
peter is leaning on it, the spiderman mask on and everything and suddenly her phone is on the floor and the window is open and she launches herself into his arms again
he laughs, and it’s the best sound in the entire world and he hugs her back and then she remembers that she did it…AGAIN
dammit michelle, get it together, you’re barely friends for goodness sake
she backs up to let him in, her parents aren’t home yet so peter’s secret is safe, and he takes off the mask and runs his hand through his hair and michelle is staring at him like he just came back from the dead
“what happened?” her voice is barely more than a whisper
he shrugs, “may drove me up to the headquarters today, she wanted to see all about…this” he gestures to the suit
michelle is silent, because peter literally ditched for a normal reason for once in his life and she overreacted because she always assumes the worst after the building incident and she just
she just can’t stand the thought of him not being around so she can make fun of him
yup, that’s it
“oh,” she laughs and the two of them are quiet before peter notices the books on the floor
“what the hell happened in here?” he asks
“I uh…organization. it helps when i’m stressed.” she says, and she can tell peter wants to ask why, and then she sees it in his face when he remembers he didn’t call her or ned and she thought the worst
“shit…MJ I’m so sorry,” he rushes out and michelle forces the stupid butterflies to sink down because she liking peter parker? HA. what a joke
“it’s fine, I just. yeah, it’s stupid, you can take care of yourself. but after the building and you missed school I thought…”
“let’s make a deal,” Peter says, and he holds his hand out. She stares at it for a while, before Peter laughs again and uses his other hand to put her hand in his own and to pull her to sit on the bed across from him. “from now on, I ,Peter Parker, promise to always call you, Michelle Jones, when I’m missing school so you have no reason to worry about me.”
“Peter you don’t have to,” she goes to pull her hand away, but Peter grips it tighter and she nearly yelps.
“I want to,” he sounds so sincere and Michelle wants to hug him again, so badly. so so badly. “I don’t want you to ever think that I won’t come back, okay?”
“okay,” she nods, and Peter finally lets go of her hand, and Michelle lets it fall on the bed, and she doesn’t move it.
The two of them are staring at each other for a long long time before Peter’s phone rings again. They both jump, and Michelle decides to start counting her books again.
“and that’s May telling me to come home for dinner.” Peter chuckles. “I gotta go, i’ll see you tomorrow, i promise.”
She looks him in the eyes again, she rarely does this because his eyes are so so brown and so soft and they make her want to cry half the time. “okay,” she smiles slightly, and Peter grabs his mask before heading out the window and webbing off into the New York skyline.
and it’s only after he’s gone that Michelle realizes he never told her why he came over in the first place
Request: I saw you asked for prompts. This one is pretty smutty. Can
you do one where Sebastian and the reader are roommates and she comes home and
catches him jerking off, which leads to more. Or if not Sebastian, then one of
his characters. Thank you love your writing!
Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader
Warnings: GRAPHIC SMUT, sub and dom relationship, little bit of fluff
Word Count: 2067
A/N: gimme a lance anon. i need it. i wrote this at school at someone stopped to read it and it was at the dirtiest part.
Lance Tucker was a pain to live with. He left dirty boxers
on the floor and had no idea how to wash a dish. And not to mention the
plethora of women he had exiting his room each night. He was your classic
athlete. He could get all the girls and would never have to spend a night
alone. Why you were living with him, you had no idea. He had been your best
friend since you had moved to that small little town when you were six. You
were there for him at every trial and you cheered his name as he won the gold
and silver medals at the Olympics.
He didn’t know that you had a huge crush on him. You would
never tell him. He wasn’t the type of man to do relationships. It hurt that you
had to hear him fuck a different whore every night. None of the women he ever
brought back were classy. In all honesty, they disgusted you. They sounded like
pornstars or strangled ducks, but you still stayed with Lance. You would rather
have him as a friend than nothing at all.
You were not looking forward to the sleepless night ahead.
Work had been kicking your ass and today your boss yelled at you for no reason.
You didn’t even get to drink your coffee, which was the most tragic thing of
all. You slowly trudged your way up the steps to your shared home. In no way
were you ready for the night. All you wanted to do was pamper yourself, but
Lance’s fuck of the night would probably ruin that for you.