this song just speaks to me okay

RIP To My Youth

and you could call this the funeral

My first Jughead imagine, this is part one, if you guys enjoy it I’ll keep it going. 

Pairing: Jughead x Reader 

Description: Jug and the reader have been best friends since they were kids, but lately, things have changed, Riverdale has changed, Jug has changed and Y/N thinks maybe it’s time she changed too. 

Warnings: ANGST ANGST SO MUCH ANGST YO (maybe a couple o swears)

Word count: 2088

Part 2https://thatsadbreakfastclub.tumblr.com/post/158505761114/rip-to-my-youth-pt-2



It was getting to the point where I was having internal battles with myself every night. ‘Y/N he’s working on the novel and the newspaper, of course, it’s going to be harder for him to spend time with you’ versus ‘he’s moved on, he’s closer with Betty now, he and Archie are closer too, you’ve lost him, you’re irrelevant’. These were the thoughts that had been consuming my brain for the past couple of weeks. Jug was my best friend, right? Maybe I should text him? Maybe not. I started playing with my pale grey cap, my nervous tick of sorts. Jug could always tell when I was nervous because I would fiddle with the cap “Y/N” he’d say “spill it, you can’t hide anything from me, I can read you like an open book”. Thinking about this little memory was bittersweet. How can someone who’s practically by your side every day suddenly just have no real interest in talking to you? Ever since the murder of Jason Blossom, it really feels like everything in Riverdale has changed.

I glanced at my clock perched on my bedside table, 7:45 pm sigh. Maybe doing some homework will take my mind off all this bullshit, who’s idea was it to put me in advanced algebra anyway? Oh, that’s right my father, who I really wish was here right now and not away on some business trip. Tonight would have to be a lonely one. That’s when I remembered I had Jug’s math textbook, there it was sitting on my desk. I flipped it open and sure enough on the bottom left-hand corner was a small ‘property of Jughead Jones’. Perfect I could use this as an excuse to text him. 

Hey Jug, I forgot I had your math textbook? Want me to come drop it over? The two-hour wait to get a reply just built up more and more anger inside of me Hey Y/N, I’m working on an article with Betty right now, could you drop it off to me in the newsroom in free period tomorrow? This was it, this was fucking it, oh I would take his textbook to him tomorrow and I would also confront him about this whole thing, that’s what I’d do straight up ask him why I was suddenly dead weight, I’ve had his guys back for so many years and now I’m just nothing, I won’t have it. Will do I sent back, cool calm and collected and then I was going to give him a piece of my mind tomorrow.

Getting ready for school was never a difficult task for me, I pretty much did the same thing everyday. My Y/H/C was tied into a ponytail with the front strands falling onto my face framing it. I put on my classic ripped boyfriend jeans and a black t-shirt, accompanied by my army jacket. To finish off my classic look I added my signature grey cap and put on my favourite dark grey lipstick. I wasn’t the girliest of girls, that was for sure, but everyone seemed to identify me by my style and in this I found comfort. After giving myself the once over in the mirror I grabbed Jug’s textbook from my desk, shoving it into my bag and I set off for school.

The day dragged on and on, I had a tonne of classes with Kevin and Ronnie today so it was nice to hang out with them for a change. This was of course until Kevin pulled the “I haven’t seen you and Jughead together in a while, what happened you two are usually joined at the hip?” line “You guys are my otp, I hope there’s no trouble in paradise” Veronica added. “Ronnie we’re not dating, why does everyone always think that and honestly, I don’t know, I guess he’s been too busy with this whole novel and newspaper thing to remember me as well” I replied giving my best interpretation of a fake smile. Veronica and Kevin gave me sympathetic looks. 

As the bell rang, signaling our release I was packing my things together when Veronica grabbed my arm. “Y/N you need to tell Jug how you feel, I don’t know if you’ve even admitted it to yourself yet but it’s pretty obvious you’re in love with him, I can see how much not seeing him is hurting you and I think it’s best if you face this head on” I was so taken aback by this, I mean for years I’ve always had people ask if Jug and I were dating but no one had been this blatant with me. Was she right?, No he’s my best friend, I couldn’t be in love with him no way. I let out an awkward laugh “I don’t love Jughead, we’re just friends” It came out so defensive that Veronica raised both her eyebrows and folded her arms “the fact that you’re being so defensive about this just further proves my point” She said in a sing-song voice. “I gotta go Ronnie” I replied standing up from my seat and walking out the classroom “I only say this cause’ I care” she yelled after me.  

Making my way towards the newsroom, I’d never felt so nervous in my life, like get a grip girlie it was just your friend, surely this whole not speaking to me thing was just, not even a big deal and I was hyping it all up. I was still going to have a go at him though because he was angry when Archie ditched him and now he’s okay with doing it to me? Not on my watch.

I had the math book in my hand as I was walking up to the door of the newsroom, I had my best ‘pissed off face’ going on I was ready.

I had my hand almost on the doorknob when I took a quick glance through the doors glass window. That was when my stomach fell, my jaw dropped and my heart involuntarily shattered. It was just a glimpse that’s all I could allow myself to watch, but inside that dusty old newsroom was one Jughead Jones kissing Elizabeth Cooper. The feelings hit me like a truck, and then everything went numb.

I didn’t know what to do so without giving any sign I was there I dropped the math book and ran, I ran out of the school I ran past pops and all the way home. By this time the tears were free falling, I couldn’t stop it and I didn’t care. Once I was in the safety of being inside my house with the door locked I gave in to my emotions and just slid down to the floor.

Wow, I felt so stupid and so naive, why didn’t I see this coming, it all made perfect sense now. I guess this was me also coming to terms with the fact that as usual Ronnie was right, I was painfully in love with Jug and now I was too late to ever do anything about it.

The more I sat there and thought about it the more I came to realise that this was my fault. I held Jug up to this crazy high standard and just assumed it would always be him and me at the end of the day. I had sacrificed so much to hang out with him, to keep my “image”, I avoided making too many other friends, I avoided parties, extracurricular activities you name it I wasn’t a part of it. Now it was all going to change, it had to change. Maybe this was the wake-up call I needed. I had to work on myself, be better, be stronger. Most of all this needed to happen because this meant I could quite literally not be around Jughead anymore, I think seeing or talking to him would make me cry, something the new me will NOT be doing.

I picked myself up off the floor and headed to the bathroom to wash my face. “Get a grip Y/N, ” I told myself staring into the mirror. It’s like as soon as I come to terms with the feelings I think I may have had for years, I have to immediately try to get rid of them. I think this was a coping mechanism for me, and I think the reason I’ve never let myself admit that I had feelings for him before was because I fear rejection so much so very much, and I had to do what I knew would keep him around and that was to continue to be his friend. Well, little girl it’s time to grow up.

And what’s the best way to look more mature and confident, change your style. From what I’ve witnessed from the media, what you wear can have a profound impact on how people view you. This is what I had to do first, get rid of the “old me” look. This meant bye grey cap, bye dark lipstick ( I mean what was I even trying to do with that? Look like a corpse?) (oh wow corpse jokes really funny, maybe a bit too real in light of recent circumstances.) And also a very big goodbye to my jeans and army jacket, that would have to go too.

Looking through my closet it was apparent I didn’t have much to work with, I would definitely have to go shopping this weekend, I’ll bring Ronnie and Kevin along, they know fashion and are probably more than willing to help me out. AH HUH eureka! The dress I’ve been looking for! About two months ago I bought this really nice burgundy skater dress that I was planning to wear on a summer trip away, but when that got cancelled I never really had an excuse to wear it, until now. It showed a lot of leg, which I was surprisingly pretty comfortable with. The thought of people seeing me in this tomorrow made me feel a mixture of excitement and nausea.

The next thing that would change was the hair; no more would it be hidden by a cap and just randomly pulled back behind my face. I would wear it down and give it a curl. I think that would give me a nice elegant edge. God, I really don’t think anyone’s even going to recognise me tomorrow, kinda funny really. The next thing I had to do was go on to the school website and look for an extracurricular I would be willing to do. Hopefully, this would be a good way to make new friends and keep me busy.

I went and grabbed my laptop from my desk, as I did this I heard my phone vibrate, which meant I had a message. The name that made the screen light up made my heart skip a few beats, it was from Jug Hey, I just found my math book outside the newsroom? Why did you leave it there and not come inside? SIGH, reading that was like a knife to my chest, I immediately deleted the message, this may be immature but I needed time, I can’t bring myself to talk to him and if he can do it to me I can sure as hell do it to him. 

Shaking those thoughts away I was brought back to the task at hand. Logging onto the schools web page I found the list of extracurricular activities going on at Riverdale high. Chess club? Pass. Girl’s soccer? Hard pass.  Mathletes? No way in hell. Come on there has to be something here. After fifteen minutes of looking to no avail I scrolled past the extracurricular activities. Eventually I saw an ad posted by the she-devil herself Cheryl Blossom, apparently, one of the river vixens had broken her ankle and a new vixen was needed immediately, auditions were tomorrow after school. Hmm, could I do this? Maybe I could? The old me would never dream of being a cheerleader but the new me, maybe she could. You know what, fuck it. It was decided, I caught myself slightly smiling as I clicked ‘attend’ on the event. It felt like a breath of fresh air, tomorrow I would walk into school confident and new. I was going to cure my own broken heart. I just hoped a run in with Jughead wouldn’t make it all come crashing down.

 ok but that scene that leads to dizzee kissing thor is one of the great moments in television in 2016… like the way the scene immediately focuses on the concept of freedom and safe spaces where “free people run free”… and dizzee already being impressed and looking like he just figured out something about himself…. and then thor says ‘my turn’ and the music playing in the background changes and it’s enticing and it speaks of attraction… the “it’s okay, go on, kiss him” and dizzee looks surprised but also happy and then the song slows down and they start moving towards each other and dizzee looks completely mesmerized like he’s having an epiphany and you see thor smiling at him and then they ‘kiss’ and as they pull apart the song ‘set me free’ starts playing and the lyrics go “come set me free, you got the keys, come rescue me”, the beat picks up and we see dizzee dancing carefree and smiling… it’s so freaking beautiful and poetic!!

Okay??? But??? Beauty and the Beast???

I just got done watching Beauty and the Beast, the new remake, with @icarus-will-rise and… wow… I think there were times I cut off the circulation in his hand I loved it so much

Let’s start at the beginning, shall we?
As usual, spoilers. This will be tagged as such tho.

• THE. CHOREOGRAPHY. AT. THE. BEGINNING. As a dancer, this was what made me instantly love the movie, like IT’S HISTORICALLY ACCURATE AND BEAUTIFUL AND??? WHY??? I LOVE IT SO MUCH
• C O S T U M I N G. I especially loved at the end that some of the servants still had face paint on their faces, like “oh yeah, that’s still there, it’s not like they’ve magically had their human faces cleaned while they’re not human or anything”
• speaking of the end, “Turn back into a clock. TURN BACK INTO A CLOCK.”
• and when the piano turned back he had no teeth? I approve
• also speaking of the end, HOT DAMN, Dan Stevens’ growl when Emma Watson asks him to grow a beard… like… damn… even @icarus-will-rise agrees that was hawt
• THE TRANSITIONS FROM THE HUMANIZED OBJECTS INTO NORMAL OBJECTS MADE ME CRY. Cogsworth not being able to talk, Mrs. Potts’ face disappearing, Chip’s dish shattering (I GOT SO SCARED), Lumiere and Plumette, the dog with his legs up, just, AH
• Okay, unpopular opinion here, I didn’t love the songs all THAT much. The originals are better. Emma and Dan definitely did a great job recreating the songs and all, but I think we can all agree the original “Beauty and the Beast” by Angela Lansbury smashes the new one to pieces, right?
• However, on that note, the new songs were pretty good and fit right into the soundtrack in everything from background music to lyrics. Evermore was good, but the one in the movie was def better than the credits one, I mean, come ON, guys.
• Okay, back to the movie–
• LeFou.
• LEFOU.
• L E F O U.
• Props to the casting director for ALL of his/her choices (Emma Watson could not have made a better Belle if she spent DECADES preparing for this role), but OH MY GOD JOSH GAD AS LEFOU.
• I don’t know WHO saw Olaf in Frozen and went, “This snowman would make a great gay sidekick for Gaston”, but whoever did, I love them.
• Speaking of LeFou, he went through some GREAT character development. From being completely obsessed with Gaston at the beginning (telling the Bimbettes they didn’t have a chance, talking to an imaginary Gaston in the mirror, calming Gaston down with thoughts of the war <which was HILARIOUS btw>, winking during “Gaston”) to actually having a backbone after they tie Maurice up in the woods (you can see him begin to shift his alignment, and lose his love for Gaston, there) to finally being like “yeah, screw this, Gaston wouldn’t save me from a falling talking piano with key teeth missiles, I'mma help the talking teapot spraying my fellow villagers instead”. I LOVED LeFou.
• You know who else loved LeFou? THE DRAG QUEEN. I know he’s either Tom, Dick, or Stanley, and @icarus-will-rise and I think it would be pretty ironic if he was Dick. I’ll have to check when it comes out on DVD since I wasn’t really paying attention, and by GOD I loved that little hint that they ended up together during the dance at the end.
• Anyway, back to the plot
• Those wolves were TERRIFYING
• Also, I don’t know about you guys, but instantly when I saw the beggar lady I was like “she’s gonna be important”. It was when she rescued Maurice I knew she was the enchantress in disguise, don’t ask me how, I just knew. They wouldn’t put a character in there randomly unless she was essential to the storyline, so I guess that’s why I guessed that.
• …did I mention LeFou was by far my favorite?
• But Emma Watson came in as a close second. By GOD, she was a great Belle. Her reaction to that library was tbh exactly how I would’ve reacted.
• Like I said, casting was spot-on amazing.
• You could FEEL the angst radiating off of Beast.
• Maurice was great, not as kooky as the original but I like him better as a sad artist.
• ^By the way, Belle’s parents’ backstory had me in tears. The plague representation was so accurate and answered SO many questions of mine.
• Also, Gaston was really good
• He actually tried to woo Belle a little instead of being like “I’m so great, you should totally marry me just for my looks and charm and hunting skills and my luxurious hair”
• He gave her flowers, sorta kinda pretended to be interested in her books, and seemed genuinely interested in saving her when the townsfolk were being mean so at the beginning I was sorta like “gee, why’s Belle being so rude and shit”, which was the only reason I didn’t like the change in Gaston’s behavior
• Then he started being a dick to her dad and I was like “whoops never mind”
• Umm,,, the fight against the villagers was really great?? Mrs. Potts seeing her husband (who was the citizen with the most sense, let’s be honest here) and falling from the chandelier, the boiling tea, THE DRAG QUEENS, Chip being a badass smol, Lumiere’s fireworks display, Plumette dusting people’s faces and the piano being heroic by trying to cover the door? It was A+
• Also “GRANDMOTHER?!?!?1?????!!??!!”
• Le Fou… the gay is strong with this one…
• Basically, I loved Beauty and the Beast’s live action remake, 10/10 would watch again.

• My only problem is her dress, really. My only GIANT problem, that is.
• They didn’t include the dog in “Beauty and the Beast” (the song), but fine, I’ll forgive that
• My major problem is that dress
• Okay, fine, it’s got the appliqués, but WHERE IS THE NECKLINE
• WHERE ARE THE CORRECT RUFFLES NOT THIS RUFFLE SHIT YOU GIVE US DISNEY
• We demand the truth
• (Side note: what is it with Emma Watson’s dresses being inaccurate in movies because this is now the second one???)

Mercury + Communication
  • Aries: Give it to me straight. Get to the point. Say it like you mean it. No nitty gritty bullshit, give me the meat of what you are saying.
  • Taurus: Ease me into what you’re trying to say. Keep the communication on a practical level. No abstract ideas, ground your words into the earth and I’ll understand.
  • Gemini: However you want to explain this to me is good. I am very interested in your words. I can receive this any way you want to explain it.
  • Cancer: Communicate it to me in a way that you know I can receive. Your words strike emotional chords in my body. Be gentle as I digest it.
  • Leo: Can you explain this to me in song? Or pictures? Or dance? No? Okay well just make me feel like what you are saying holds relevance to my life and I am open ears. Also.. MAke it exciTING !!
  • Virgo: Please lay out the details for me. You speak a word and I find a million questions for clarity. I want to hear and understand everything about what you are communicating to me. Don't be vague.
  • Libra: If you really want me to hear you.. Don't be to brash, or dramatic, or all over the place. Please be concise and balanced with your communication. I appreciate what you have to say, just keep it level headed.
  • Scorpio: I want to know the truth. Give me the fucking truth. I want to know the depth. What is behind your words? What is your motive with these words? Don't you dare lie to me. I will always find out your truth.
  • Sagittarius: Give me the big picture, the philosophical concept, the dream. Ignite me with your words. Expand my mind with your communication.. I am so open.. Just don't bore me. I need a sense of purpose to listen.
  • Capricorn: If you want me to take you seriously, know your shit. Communicate factually in a mature manner. If you want me to hear you without judgement, your words must impress me. I don't have time for the wishy washy wandery words. Get to the point.
  • Aquarius: Please communicate this to me in the most abstract conceptual way you are able. If you want me to receive your communication I need to be met with intellect that causes me to really think over your words.
  • Pisces: Explain it to me in a story. I can't understand all of your crazy ass details. I need you to paint me a picture with your words.
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Jace knows his infatuation with his neighbor is kind of creepy.

He has been told several times, by Alec and Izzy and Magnus separately, that he needs to either talk to the guy or stop posting about him on Twitter. But that’s much easier said than done.

You develop a certain kind of intimacy with the person who lives in the apartment beside yours. With thin walls that accompany cheap housing, Jace could hear everything that went on in Simon Lewis’ apartment and vice versa. When Simon turned the volume up on his TV too high, Jace could hear direct lines from Ghostbusters. When he played his guitar, Jace could hear it. When he had friends over and he was laughing, Jace could hear it. He had a great laugh.

His crush had first developed nearly five months ago, and since then he’d been hopeless. He’d had a cold and was coughing non-stop, unaware at the time that his neighbor could definitely hear it.

There had been a knock on his door and he’d gotten up to answer with his blanket wrapped firmly around himself, hair unbrushed, looking completely disgusting because he’d assumed it was Alec and he didn’t care how he looked around his brother.

But Simon had been standing there instead, a bowl in his hands and a cheerful smile on his face.

“Hey!” He’d chirped when Jace answered. “I know we’ve only talked like, twice, but you sound really sick and I would’ve felt like a horrible neighbor if I just listened to you suffer and did nothing about it. So I, uh, made you some soup. I hope that’s okay.”

Jace had been overwhelmed and horrified with the fact that his cute neighbor had made him soup and that his cute neighbor was seeing him in a terribly unattractive state, so it took his brain a few moments to sort through it all and formulate an answer.

“Thank you,” he’d said sincerely, taking the warm bowl in his hands, “seriously this is so nice. Thank you.”

Simon had beamed, which Jace was fairly certain had healed him a little bit. “I hope you feel better soon. And you know if you need anything, just knock on my door. Or the wall, I guess.”

And from that moment on, Jace was smitten.

So occasionally, when Simon did something cute, Jace tweeted about it. So what?

It was all fine until he got a notification on his phone which read: @SIGHMONLEWIS STARTED FOLLOWING YOU.

At first, Jace’s idiotic brain had registered this as good news. And then every tweet that he had ever sent out about Simon’s face and his guitar skills and his cute Star Wars pajamas that he wore out into the lobby to get his mail came back in vivid detail and he panicked.

He frantically scrolled down his profile, hastily deleting any tweet that mentioned Simon. He was just starting to calm down, thinking that Simon probably hadn’t even bothered to look down his account, when a DM came through.

Simon had shared a tweet of Jace’s that said “Pretty boy next door is singing again……#blessed” and accompanied it with a message that said “appreciate the feedback, dude” with a laughing emoji.

Jace blacked out for a few moments from extreme terror.

He didn’t even remember dialing Alec’s number, but soon enough his brother’s soothing voice was in his ear, talking him down.

“It’s not as bad as you think.” Alec said calmly. “If anything, he might like it. They’re compliments!”

“Some people think stalking is a compliment.” Jace said with a slightly hysterical scoff. “He’s probably so creeped out, oh my god. He probably sent that message so that I would know he’s creeped out. He’s probably taking screenshots and sending them to his friends and asking them to look for apartment listings.”

“You’re blowing this out of proportion!” Alec insisted.

“How did he even find my Twitter?” Jace wondered aloud, realizing for the first time that he had never shared it.

“Well, Isabelle followed him. And she’s been to your place dozens of times, so he probably recognized her. And you’re always on her feed, because you’re both obsessed with taking selfies together, so he probably found you that way.” Alec sounded proud of himself for his deduction. Jace saw red.

“She followed him?” Jace hissed. “That makes it worse! He’s going to think I talk about him to my family and friends!”

“You do.” Alec pointed out.

“Okay, okay. I’m going to go talk to him.” Jace decided with a deep breath. That was the best course of action. If he avoided Simon, it would be a million times worse the next time he ran into him in the hall. He needed to fix this, or at least give Simon the option to choose never to speak to him again.

“That seems like a bad idea.” Alec advised. “Maybe take a few minutes to calm down first. Think about what you’re going to say.”

“No, no, I have to do it now or I’ll lose my nerve.” Jace said. “Love you, I’ll call you if I need to move in with you and Magnus, bye.”

And he hung up. He spent a few seconds messing with his hair and trying to calm his erratic heartbeat before swallowing his pride and knocking on Simon’s door.

Simon answered after a painstaking couple of seconds where Jace began to convince himself that he’d fled the country. He was in sweatpants and a yellow tee that read “Hufflepuff’ across the chest. His hair was slightly messy and something about him looked off, but he was still beautiful. He smiled at Jace, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Hey, it’s my number one fan!” He teased, effectively making Jace’s face heat up by twenty degrees. “You want me to perform a song?”

“Uh, I wanted to explain.” Jace said, trying to recall his improv skills from high school theatre. “I just, I know it might seem like I’m uh, obsessed with you or something, but I just tweet about stuff that happens in my life a lot so it’s not really you specifically, just…”

Simon seemed amused, his lips pulled into a permanent smirk. “It’s okay, man.”

“It’s weird.” Jace sighed in defeat, shoulders slumping. “I know it is. If you want me to delete my account and never speak to you again, I totally will.”

“What?” Simon shook his head. “No! I mean, really it’s okay. It was kinda…cute, actually.”

“Really?”

“Really.” Simon nodded, then cast his eyes downward. “And I may or may not have a Tumblr where I’ve occasionally posted about my hot neighbor. So.”

All of the panic in Jace’s body thawed and melted into absolute relief, shortly followed by ecstatic joy. He’d never even entertained the thought that his pretty neighbor might be into him, too. It had honestly never crossed his mind.

Simon looked like he was about to say something else, but he very suddenly pulled an arm up and muffled a quiet sneeze in the crook of his arm.

“Sorry,” he said with a sniffle, “I think I’m catching a cold.”

Jace smiled, already moving back toward his door. “That’s too bad. Maybe some soup would help?”

Simon beamed and nodded, already falling into step behind Jace. “That’d be great. And then you could tweet about it.”

“And you could post on Tumblr about it.” Jace countered.

Simon laughed, and it was a beautiful sound to hear on the opposite side of the wall for the first time. “We’re so creepy.”

“It’s not creepy anymore,” Jace pointed out, “now it’s cute.”

“You’re right.” Simon agreed, settling on Jace’s couch. “We’re so cute.”

When They Surprise You During MAMA 2017- BTS

YouType : F 

Theme: When you both are suppose to do a duet together for 2017 MAMA - but you both ‘ broke ‘ up so you had to do the song alone - THAT was until he surprised when it came to his part. 


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The Truth pt.1 (Male version)

Request for this scenario:

there is this song called “the truth” by bei maejor and I was wondering if you could write a smut scenerio using that song where Jungkook steals you frm rapmon?

Group: BTS

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Male)

Genre: Smut

“Please understand” Namjoon begged. His fingers wrapped around your wrist as his eyes melted, pleading with you.

“Understand what? That you’re putting your ex-girlfriend above me?” you asked. Namjoon sighed and the thought of slapping him crossed your mind.

“____-”

“Your current boyfriend? You’re ditching your future for your past?” you said, talking over him. He just stared at you, his eyes still attempting to beg you. Why had he been so stupid lately? Were you speaking a language that he couldn’t understand?

“I’m not ditching you, okay? I can’t stand the idea of having her hate me. We used to be best friends, ___. I love you and you know that” he replied, sliding his grip down to hold your hand. Your eyes looked down at his hand and you raised an eyebrow.

“If you loved me as much as you say you do, you wouldn’t be acting like such a dick to me. I don’t care if you work on your relationship with her but it’s not okay that I have to watch your foreplay-”

“Foreplay? What are you talking about?” Namjoon questioned, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“What am I talking about? You haven’t noticed the way she touches you? I’m surprised she hasn’t dropped to her knees yet-”

“Okay, ___. That’s enough” he cut in, voice a bit escalated. He was yelling at you now? You gave him a look and he groaned before starting up his usual apology. You snatched away from him and he stood up, trying to get you to come back to him.

The door opened and she emerged from the darkest pit in hell. “Namjoon are you really going to miss your own birthday party?” she asked, eyes slowly moving from your face to his.

“-are you really going to miss your birthday party” you mumbled, mocking her little voice as you walked out of the room. You heard Namjoon calling your name but you just kept walking. You needed a drink. You needed a walk. You needed your boyfriend to quit acting like a clueless dumbass.

“___!”

You turned around and watched as Yoongi walked to meet you.

“You know, usually, when you scream someone’s name you’re jogging to catch up with them” you criticized.

“Yeah, yeah, sure. You and I both know that I am not going to run just to get you” he responded.

“Truly the greatest best friend in the world” you said sarcastically. Yoongi smiled in his drunken state and smacked your shoulder. His arm draped over your shoulder as he walked with you to the open bar. He sat with you before frowning, using his Jedi-Yoongi tricks to read your mind. He ordered a few drinks and passed them all to you.

“What did he do now?”

Before you could answer, a loud roar of applause started up and you both turned your heads toward the door. Namjoon walked into the room with his dimples flashing and the she-witch glued to his arm.

“Ahhh, Medusa again?” he asked, stealing one of your drinks.

“Cruella” you responded.

“Ursula-”

“…Jafar?” he struggled. You laughed and he smiled.

“I couldn’t think of anymore evil chicks” he explained. You just shook your head and downed a couple of the drinks. Your eyes cut back to the two of them and you felt your jaw flex, your teeth pressing together. You turned back to your drinks and quickly drunk the rest before taking Yoongi’s.

“Maybe you should try not being an alcoholic..?” Yoongi said, watching you.

You ignored him, asking for another drink. Who was he to judge? He’d been drinking too.

“I think it hurts more that it’s a girl because I literally can’t do the things that she can do for him” you vented. Yoongi frowned in confusion and you sighed.

“We don’t have the same parts?” you tried again. You could see that he still wasn’t getting it.

“A vagina. I do not have a vagina. I am vagina-less” you said, spelling it out for him.

“Well, she can’t give him what you can. SHE DOESN’T HAVE A PENIS. SHE IS PENIS-LESS” he shouted. You clapped your hand over his mouth and smiled to the people who’d began to stare. He mumbled something against your hand before licking your palm, forcing you to snatch your hand away.

“Seriously?” you asked, wiping your hand on him.

His glazed eyes were a sign that you’d clearly underestimated how much alcohol he’d had. He was officially beyond his limit and you needed to get him home.

“Let’s go” you sighed, standing to help him up. Yoongi allowed you to help him through the crowd, his smile thoroughly worked into his face. Namjoon saw the two of you leaving and he hurried toward the door.

“Is he okay?” he asked.

“He’s fine. Carry on with your party” you replied, not even glancing at him.

Ursula, being Namjoon’s shadow, moved to his side and asked the same question.

“He said that I’m fine, you dick-less homewrecker” Yoongi said. You held in your laugh as you continued out of the room.

Yoongi shuffled his feet along, making it a little easier to help him out of the building.

“You’re an idol. Why don’t you guys have your driver with you at all times?” you complained. Yoongi slapped his hand to your face and you slapped him back. He laughed and put his finger to your lip, telling you to ‘shhh’.

Yoongi tripped and you were barely able to catch him in time. He laughed as he went down and laughed even harder as soon as you caught him.

“You need to get me home before I die out here” he smiled. You just shook your head and continued down the street with your arm around him. As you approached the building, Yoongi had gone from laughing uncontrollably to singing at the top of his lungs. You tried to quiet him down but he was just too far gone to listen.

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Missed Communication (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: Based off of something I messaged @courtneychicken​ at 4 in the morning. Obviously when I have my best ideas. I know I said I would try to include some of my typical slang, but it doesn’t come across as much when I’m writing. I did use the term wicked though. That is an extremely Rhode Islander thing to say. Btw this is all from Bucky’s perspective.

Tags: @thecupcakeconsumer

Warnings: I’m a huge nerd. That should be obvious, but just incase you’re new here. Also I have the mouth of a handsome sailor, so language.

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

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University [Lin-Manuel Miranda X Reader]

Request/Inspiration: @feministkween “university!! With Lin”

@ruth-hamilton-delrio “Yes, I second the Uni and Lin idea!”

Summary: Lin and Reader’s University adventures.

Hamwriters Prompt: AU Day!  Imagine your favorite characters and actors in whatever universe you like and write about it!

A/N: Guess who’s taking part in @hamwriters challenge! I took this as an opportunity to expand my character list and get used to writing for other characters and actors. That means you’ll get a fic from me everyday! I hope you enjoy the stories! To everyone who submitted an idea, don’t worry! I’ll get to it! I may have used your request for another day…who knows? Plus, I used the college Lin went to as the University. I’m not exactly sure if this is how the college is but….. As you can tell, my writing slump got the best out of me! However, I’m trying to get past it with this challenge!

Reader Pronouns: she/her

Word Count: 1,367 Wow

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Freshman Year

You were moving into your dorm at Wesleyan University. You had gotten accepted into the school and just so happened to score a dorm right across a certain Lin-Manuel Miranda. He had dark hair and a bright smile. You had two classes with him, Acting and Introduction to Playwriting. He was also a Theater major. You two really haven’t talked much until cast lists came out. He scored the lead and you stood by him as his character’s lover. In Act I, you both start out as best friends and soon become lovers halfway into Act II. You admit, it was cliche. Act I wasn’t very demanding. However, it did require you to get along. It wasn’t like you weren’t in bad terms. It’s just that you didn’t talk to him that often. The lack of communication changed that day. A knock at your door jolted you awake. You didn’t even realize you were napping on your textbook. Groggily, you opened the door and saw your neighbor, Lin. “Hey, Lin. It is Lin right?” He had his hands in his pockets. He nodded. “You’re Y/N? From Acting?”

“Yeah! What can I do for you?”

“First of all, congratulations on lead! Anyways, our characters are best friends. I was thinking that we should hang out. That way we could get the chemistry flowing, you know?”

After that day, you spent every single day with Lin. He was such a charming and down to earth man. The production was a few weeks away and the group focused on Act II. Particularly a scene where you kiss. “Stop! I’m leaving! There’s nothing you can do to stop me, Sebastian!” You said as your character, Mason. You faked anger and Lin looked hurt. You moved upstage right and he held onto your wrist and pulled you closer. “Goddammit, let me go!”

“Mason, hear me out.” You tried to escape but he held onto tight. You glared at him, but inside you knew what was coming up. It was the kiss. Out of nowhere, he kissed you. It felt like a dream. It felt right. After that, he held onto your shoulder. You forgot your blocking. Crap. You stared at his character and proceeded walk offstage.

It was now the last day of the production and you were pretty disappointed. Theatre was such a huge part of your life and now you had to wait until next year.

Sophomore Year

Summer ended and you lost contact with Lin. You were afraid that you wouldn’t see him around but, it seemed like school wanted you to be. This time, his dorm was next door. You shared no classes, but you made time to hang out with him. You were studying for your finals when you heard some singing. Of course, it was Lin. Maybe visiting him wouldn’t hurt. You softly knocked on his door. “Who is it?” he said. “It’s Y/N!” You heard footsteps running towards the door and you were met with the same face you loved. His eyes looked so tired. Did he ever sleep? “Hey, Y/N. What do you need?”

“I just came to visit since I heard lots of music. I just wanted to see what you had today.” You smiled and he motioned you to come in. His dorm was quite tidy, but you did see a few loose papers scattered on tables. He sat on the piano bench and he handed you a music sheet. “Alright, one two thr-”

“Wait what?” You were in shock. You weren’t even good at singing! You knew how to read music, but you never sung in front of anyone! He looked at you a bit puzzled. “You’re singing the song.”

“Lin! I can’t sing!” He smirked and put his hands back on the keys.

“I guess there’s only one way to find out.”

Junior Year

It’s been a year after that night. Let’s just say…it went well. After that night, you were always called if he needed to run through with Vanessa. You only had one more year of college and you were doing just fine! You aced all of your classes and you made time for your electives and clubs. You were on your way to the library when Lin texted you.

From Lin

Meet me in the theater.

That was a little vague. Maybe you had a rehearsal you forgot about? You turned around and made your way to the theater and saw your director, Elizabeth  and Lin on the stage. “Ah, Miss L/N. Mr. Miranda has informed me of a musical he wrote and he said that you took part in it as well. Is that true?” What is going on here? Were you going to get in trouble? “Actually, I was singing for him as Vanessa. I wouldn’t consider it being a major part of his writing process. I was just singing for the part.” She was about to speak, but Lin spoke out first. “Y/N was a major part of this all. She helped me out when I was stuck and sang damn well.”

“Okay. Let’s see what we’re working with,” she flipped through the song book “give me a sample of 96,000. Just a sliver of Usnavi and Vanessa’s part.” Shit. Sure, you memorized her part but you’ve never performed it in front of someone else. He got into character. “96K Go!”
“If I win the lottery, you’ll never see me again.” It’s been five months since that day and you were Vanessa. Elizabeth had pushed through and let In The Heights play at Wesleyan for a few days. It was the last performance. In the span of all of this, you fell in love with your character and Lin. You tried forgetting about him, but let’s be honest. That didn’t work at all. It seemed as if he was a magnet. His personality was so endearing and admirable. You wanted to belong to him. However, he had a girlfriend. You couldn’t blame him. She was beautiful. He’s been trying to date her for a while and he finally succeeded.

Senior Year

It was your last year in college and you were ready to leave. Ever since your role as Vanessa, you wanted to go into musical theater. You chose singing as your minor and kept theater as your major. Yeah, it was a tough industry. It required drive and motivation and luckily, you had all of that. You were no longer Lin’s neighbor. Maybe it was for your benefit. If you saw him one more time, you were pretty sure you would just kiss him. You heard a knock and looked through the peephole. Speaking of Lin…Reluctantly, you opened the door. He looked a bit nervous. “Hey, Lin. What’s up?” He looked to the ground. “She broke up with me.” You hugged him out of pity. He loved her so much and she just ended it. Of course, you didn’t know every exact detail of their relationship but you heard enough. “I’m sorry Lin. Is there anything I can do to h-”

“Is it funny that I didn’t really love her anymore?”

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah, I loved her. It was starting to get boring after a while. She was a little too overprotective.”

“Then why didn’t you break up with her sooner?”

“Because…I thought that if I dated someone, I would lose my feelings for someone else.” You couldn’t believe what he was saying. “So did you confess your feelings to the other person?” You sat down at your desk and Lin pulled up a stool. This was too confusing.

“Actually, that’s what I’m here for.” He fumbled with his sleeve.

“Oh, so you need help asking them out?” He started laughing.

“You’re so oblivious, Y/N. Why else would I be here?”

“To ask ou-oh…” So he wanted to ask you out? The man of your dreams wanted to date you. Your heart pretty much bounced out of your chest. You couldn’t form any words so you impulsively kissed him. You’ve kissed before in scenes, but this one…this one was different. You wrapped your arms around his neck. “So..is that a yes?”

“Yes.”

Tales of Iron & Paper: Gajevy #1 Fiction of the Iron Slayer

Author’s Note: The first of my Gajevy (or Gale) drabbles & short stories.  These will be published under the overall title “Tales of Iron & Paper”.

Prompt: [from @eliz1313 / eliz1369]  Gajeel & Levy in college… maybe stuck in an English/creative writing course together? :)

Words: ~ 1600  || Fanfiction Link


Fiction of the Iron Dragon (or, Secret Art of the Iron Dragon)

Levy was undeniably excited about her creative writing course. It was an invitation-only class, and invitations were only issued to students in their second or third year at Magnolia University who had demonstrated a talent for and an interest in writing during a prior year. Levy had always been a shoo-in, along with her best friend Lucy, but she hadn’t fully believed she’d get in until the letter from the Chair of the English Department had arrived in the mail over the summer.

Levy and Lucy arrived early for the class and grabbed good spots by the windows not too far from the front. There was only one other student in the room, a guy a little older than they were who looked like he’d probably just stayed after an earlier class. They assumed that he would be heading out as soon as more of their own classmates arrived. Nothing about his multiple piercings, sleeveless navy T-shirt, or elaborate black Mohawk suggested an honours English student. He eyed them as they came in, but then went back to his book.

The rest of the students arrived in twos and threes, and Lucy eventually noticed that she’d lost her friend’s attention. Levy kept looking back at Black Mohawk.

“What’s up, Levy? I’m sure he’ll figure it out once the class starts. Why do you keep staring at him?”

“I’m not staring,” Levy replied, frowning. “It’s more that… I recognize him now, and I feel kind of weird that I didn’t say hi when we walked in.”

“Um, he kind of stands out—how come you only remember him now?”

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You’re the reason why I stay up and lose sleep
I ain’t complaining though I always think about you
My headboard is filled with pictures from the things I’ve dreamt about you
I hope you get it
I hope you hit my line cause I love to hear your voice
I wrote these lines to you cause I don’t have any other choice
Would you listen would you tell me what you meant
Would you open up cause it’s okay to vent
Any probables baby you can share them all with me
Come and get them of your chest and lay your head on me
I got you and I promise I swear I will always honor and I was always honest
Just come speak to me and talk about our problems

Most people want a boyfriend/girlfriend just for all the sweet, little things couples do; walk together hand in hand, kiss each other in public, exchange small gifts, watch a movie and fall asleep cuddling. I cannot say that all these are unimportant or not tempting enough. But I just need someone who can handle me. Someone who can handle me when I get silent and start overthinking, someone who will be totally fine with me not speaking at all or talking too much. I need someone who will laugh with me and have fun when I start singing to them random songs that I like. Someone who would be okay with staying in and watching TV all day long. Someone who wouldn’t be embarrassed to do random stuff in public and laugh out loud with me. Just someone who gets me and every little thing of mine…
BOB’S BURGERS SENTENCE MEME.
  • “My heart just pooped it’s pants.”
  • “I have a photographic butt memory.”
  • “[ name ], if you believe you’re beautiful, you will be.”
  • “If you need me I’ll be down here on the floor. Dying.”
  • “You’re tongue feels so much more different than my cat’s.”
  • “I’ve eaten nine birthday cakes, and I still feel empty.”
  • “Is it possible to be in love with twenty-five people at once?”
  • “Here’s a bunch of numbers. They may look random, but they’re my phone number.”
  • “Cute? He’s the reason faces were invented! You idiot!”
  • “Your ass is grass and I’m gonna mow it.”
  • “[ name ] doesn’t get drunk. He/She just has fun.”
  • “I like to play with a yo-yo so something comes back to me.”
  • “You’ve got to calm down. Let’s see your ‘everything’s ok’ face.”
  • “Don’t tell me not to dance, [ name ]!”
  • “I’m not hero. I put my bra on one boob at a time, just like everyone else.”
  • “Hey [ name ], I see you’re riding a bicycle. Do you know they call it a bicycle because bi means two? Speaking of two, there’s two of us. Wanna go on a date by the way?”
  • “Time for the charm bomb to explode.”
  • “I’m not afraid of ghosts. I’m not afraid of sharks. I’m not afraid of cancer. I’m just afraid of snakes. They really creep me out. Where are there arms and legs? IT’S NOT OKAY!
  • “So I’m being attacked by a zombie, and I start screaming, ‘do you wanna make out?’ And I make out with it.”
  • “Do you think horses get songs stuck in their heads?”

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Ode To Sleep -
If he starts to close his eyes and sleep his thoughts will start to get to him, he needs to stay awake even though he hasn’t stone anything wrong.

Holding On To You -
Okay fuck this ones going to be long. I actually really fucking love this song so much. He is finally taking control of his mind and he is doing what he wants to do and he doesn’t care what happens, he even explains to you to take control of your mind if you need to, but no matter what he will always be holding on to you.
Also what the fuck are these nonsense lyrics I hear people singing, we were gifted with thought for a reason (that’s what the lean with it, rock with it, when are we gonna stop with it? Lyrics are about)

Migraine -
The migraine actually represents a deeper problem in his head that he just needs to get rid of, and he thinks he is alone but he actually is not.

House Of Gold -
IMMA TAKE CARE OF YOU MOM FOREVER AND EVER. Also dreams never come fucking true so fuck trying to dream.

Car Radio -
This actually has no deeper meaning the song is literally saying what it means. Somebody stole his car radio so now he sits in silence and you need to be alive.

Semi-Automatic -
Tyler is sadistic and never likes how he is. But no matter what he goes through he is going to survive. Also his prayers are fucking weird.

Screen -
Tyler is trying to be someone he isn’t but he realized you can see right through him so he can’t lie. We are all broken, we’re broken people, so excuse us while we sing to the sky.

The Run And Go -
TYLER FUCKING KILLED SOMEONE, HE NEEDS TO BE IN JAIL BUT HE IS ON THE RUN AND GO (like what I did there)

Fake You Out -
He will never be what you want him to be. He will just fake you out with all these problems he has and he will take advantage of you. He is afraid of what you think. He has done so much and teens are just so suicidal. Also our brains are sick but that’s okay.

Guns For Hands -
The rate of teen suicide is rising, and it just scares tyler to think about how many people are like that and how many people just could kill them in a instant because their hand always has their gun in it ready to pull the trigger to their head, so it would just be better if we all could just make fists instead.

Trees -
I’ve actually never thought about how deep this song is. Tyler is just standing silently in the woods and he can just feel that god is there and he wants to just finally meet his maker, and that’s why he says he can feel his death because well suicide.

Truce -
You are going to die eventually but please just please stay alive for me, don’t do it.

—  Dakota’s thoughts on Vessel
Songs of comfort

@velocifoxy @jetsnacks (THANK THEM FOR THE FLUFFY SONG AT THE END) @prinxietytrash @analogically-prinxiety (THANK THEM FOR MAKING ME AMKE IT FLUFFY, ALSO THANK @prinxietyhell for that as well as inspiration for this,) @sanders-sideblog

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Also, speaking of Lady Gaga’s halftime routine, I met a baby gay at the superbowl party and it was so cute. In the middle of the song, I snuck up behind my little sister’s high school friends and whispered so the adults in the room wouldn’t hear me saying “She’s too good. I’m simply too gay for this." 

one of them gasped and turned around and she was like "omg same? Same. Oh my god.” looking dazed and completely disbelieving she just heard that from someone else’s mouth. I immediately followed with “It’s okay, it doesn’t get better.” in reference to being able to handle the majesty of Lady Gaga, and that was enough to startle her into laughing hard enough to leave.

It was adorable and terribly amusing because then she spent the rest of the party sneaking looks at me and giggling like we were in on a joke together. This child has a lot of feelings pent up in her tiny gay heart and I can’t wait to hear from my sister how she handles discovering how goddamn gay college is.

I have a new Ryden theory about "Take A Vacation!"

What if - theoretically speaking - the whole album, especially the title song, is just one big metaphor? The title song, “Take A Vacation!”, is obviously a metaphor for Ryan leaving panic! In the chorus of the song, Ryan sings, “I need to take a vacation. If this is settling down, then why aren’t you here? I want a big celebration the night we get back into town, and I hope you’re all there.” Right? Okay, so, what if that song was his way of telling Brendon: “Hey, everything is a little much for me right now. I need to take a step back, be with a group that doesn’t have that much media attention. But! I want you to be waiting for me when I get ready to come back! So, please, will you welcome me back with open arms when I’m ready to come back?” (Obviously Bren was like “lol bye”). And the boys used to joke about marrying each other because no one else could put up with them, y'know, “settling down.” (If this is settling down, then why aren’t you here?) And then the rest of the album is pretty much the same. Songs about Brendon, songs about being in panic!, things they’ve been through together. And, the exclamation point at the end of the title is obviously a symbol that he wasn’t done with panic!, – never was. He just needed a break. He needed to take a vacation


 He just didn’t get to come back