those-boys-who

dear anyone who has ever made louis doubt himself,

i formally invite you to my house, where i’ll lull you into a false sense of security by offering you cheese and biscuits, only for you to choke when they fly back up into your throat when i whoop your ass within an inch of your life.

all the hate.

anonymous asked:

"It wasn't me! I swear!" For eruri if you want.

“It wasn’t me,” Levi said frantically. The man’s hand was on his chest, pushing Levi against the wall. He was sure the man could hear his heart hammering. “I swear,” Levi whispered.

The man sighed and released him. “Then why did you run?”

“I thought for sure,” Levi toed at the ground, “you’d think it was me.” Some assholes had shattered the man’s window. Levi instinctively ran along with them. But somehow…he’d been caught. Now he stood in a dead-end alleyway, breathing hard, staring up at the beautiful blonde man.

The man nodded and held out his hand. “I’m Erwin. Erwin Smith.”

He reluctantly took Erwin’s hand. “Levi.”

“Now if you’ll just tell me who those boys were…”

“You…believe me?”

“You seem honest.”

“Never heard that one before.” Levi was, at this point in his life, a thief, stealing from anyone he could. “I don’t know who those boys were. I just know their faces.”

Erwin looked thoughtful. “I only saw the backs of their heads. Tell you what, you come help clean up the glass and describe those boys to me, and we’ll call it even.”

“Sure.” Levi could get the layout of the man’s, Erwin’s, house that way. Find the best way to break in without a sound. Maybe he could get through the broken window tonight.

“Let’s go,” Erwin said, laying a gentle hand on Levi’s back. Guilt bloomed in Levi. But he needed the money. He needed Erwin. To use him and toss him aside. Yes, Levi thought. Tonight.

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anonymous asked:

i think oikawa is one of those bad boys who likes to give oral, watching their partner squirm under his grip and just tease them until he's satisfied with his handiwork ;9

10/10 agree because he gets off on his partner’s pleasure. He won’t even get to the main course until he’s had you orgasm by his mouth at least twice. ;)

-Admin Lana

underaprecciated boy aesthetic: sleepy boys. boys who wear baggy sweatpants everywhere and have those cute tired grins. boys who yawn and stretch n u can see a bit of their tummy under their shirt and lean and slump on every available surface (esp when the surface is u). boys who’s clothes r always soft because their pajamas and regular wardrobe are one and the same and have bags under their eyes and messy hair 24/7

Yeah

Originally posted by fhlyless

Anonymous said: Maybe within the series (if you’re going to do a series) you could include cheeky!Jeff and jealous!Jeff coz that would be amazinggg if you could
         Author’s Note: So I really didn’t want to do a series, but I kind of want to write jealous!Jeff, so I’m only going to add this last part before moving on and doing individual pieces again :)
Also, I didn’t know if what type of jealousy you wanted, but I ended up coming up with this. Enjoy!
P.S - Unless specifically requested, all 13RW Imagines will be AU. Which means Hannah and Jeff are alive and well. Why, you ask? Because I like fluff and happy endings!

Imagine your relationship with Jeff is still brand new that not everyone at school has gotten the memo. Especially those boys who are constantly flirting with you. At least until Jeff makes it clear you’re off limits.

Jeff Atkins X Reader pt. III

Parties aren’t normally your thing, but you find it hard to tell Jeff no. Especially when he bribes you with milkshakes and fries afterwards, and flashes that heartwarming smile at you when you’re moments from caving. But Clay and Hannah are going to be there, dragging along Tony who rarely makes appearances at high school parties and you find it even more easier to pump yourself up for the event.

As usual Jeff is immediately sought out at the party and being pulled away to start a rowdy game of beer pong. He tries to brush them off as he tightens his hold on your hand, but you merely kiss his dimpled chin and send him on his way.

“Go. Have fun,” you smile. Then sneaking your hand into his front jean’s pocket, your hand lingers on his thigh with a teasing little grin before you grab the car keys and slide them out, only to slip them into your own back pocket. “But not too much fun,” you chuckle when you see his eyes darken with the teeniest bit of lust. “You owe me a milkshake and fries afterward, and I’m not too keen to see you drunkenly stumble around.”

Jeff gulps. “Yes, ma'am.” Several people call out his name, telling him to hurry up, but he shouts at them to hold off one more minute. Then glancing back down at you, he fondly smiles. “Love you.”

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The Only Exception

MASTERLIST

Requested: no but a little angst never hurt anyone. also shoutout to Emily for being awesome. 

Word count: 3,001

Shawn was the kind of guy that on the outside seemed like such an innocent boy, but those who actually knew him, knew that was the biggest fake facade you could ever come across. 

I couldn’t count how many girls he had slept with only using my ten fingers. I couldn’t keep up on the names of the girls that had walked out of our front door after a night out and I surely couldn’t keep track on how many girls, he snuck in late at night when he thought I was sleeping. 

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Romance Manga

Here are some fabulous shojo romance choices to keep you warm and cuddly! Enjoy! (No particular order)

Haru No Ride

Reason to read: The struggles the characters face are real. Futaba struggles with her identity, and Kou with his family and self-worth. We get to see these two characters fall in love and get many satisfying romantic moments! 


Wolf Girl and Black Prince 

Reason to read: At first, I wasn’t a fan of this one, but I am glad I gave it a second chance because this manga is freaking fantastic. The dynamic between the two has a rocky start but romance and reciprocated feelings soon ensure. Another great thing is that this manga actually mentions (and may in the future show) sex, unlike many shojo that tend to pretend that it does not exist. 


Ouran High School Host Club 

Reason to read: If you haven’t seen the fabulous anime, then go watch it and come back and read it. Your welcome. If you have seen it, then we all know what that final scene was missing. Do not fret! For this manga continues the antics and the romance! Everything from the characters to the plot are perfect in this manga and I can say with complete confidence that this manga has the most satisfying, heart-warming ending of any manga I have ever read. 


Nodame Cantabile 

Reason to read: I do not play an instrument and have never listened to classical music, but this manga gave me a profound appreciation for that world. Nodame is by far the most unique and interesting heroine I have come across in manga, and her relationship with Chiaki is great because the love takes a while to blossom, but that makes it a lot sweeter. There is a 3 season long anime series that I watched and enjoyed and I actually do believe that watching it might be a better option because this show does involve music, but the manga has a lot of spicy details that are fun to come back to after watching! 


Hibi Chouchou 

Reason to read: This manga is not everyone’s cup of tea, but those who like it LOVE it! The reason this manga polarizes people is because both protagonists are extremely quiet and shy, so we get a lot of glimpses into their thoughts and wishes, but not a lot of actual dialogue. The reason everyone should give it a try is because it really is an accurate depiction of the struggles of shy love and is really well drawn and cute.  


Kamisama Hajimemashita 

Reason to read: Nanami proves that a cute face and dainty demeanor does not define her level of strength. Tomoe and her relationship grow so naturally and the special circumstances they are in makes the reader really want to root for them. 


Horimiya 

Reason to read: Hori and Miyamura show each other sides of themselves that no one knows and they become essential parts of each others lives. They are so freaking cute together!


Your Lie in April 

Reason to read: First of all, I REALLY recommend watching the anime first. Our protagonists are musicians so if you actually want to hear their music, the anime is the best option. I would recommend reading the manga after watching the anime if you want to relive the pain good feelings. The strange thing about this show/manga is that technically, it is categorized as a “shonen” which automatically makes me think of lots of boobs and butts, but this show is an innocent and lovely choice for any reader! WARNING: sadness inside. 


Kaichou wa Maid Sama! 

Reason to read: Misaki is one of the most kick-ass girl characters. She juggles being the student council president with great grades and a job at a maid cafe all while her home life crumbles. Usui and Misaki are one of my favorite manga couples because they truly deserve each other! 


Akagami no Shirayukihime 

Reason to read: Shirayuki may look like a weakling, but she is actually mentally strong and incredibly brave. I have not read too much of this manga yet, but so far I like what I see, and since I always spoil stuff for myself, I know for a fact that love is around the river bend! 


Cherry Boy, That Girl 

Reason to Read: First of all, this is a Korean manhwa, not a manga, so you read it left to right. This freaking work of art…I love this manhwa. It has it all, twists, turns, love, deceit, tricks, and treats galore, all wrapped up in fully colored chapters!


Last Game

Reason to read: OMGGGGG. It all started when Kujou knocked Yanagi off of his high-horse by beating him in almost everything: school, sports, and the like. Yanagai was one of those boys who has talent, but mostly gets what he wants because he is rich. Then Kujou comes out of nowhere and with her ordinary, plain-jane looks steals his pride without really trying at all. From that moment, Yanagi has followed Kujou to high school and now college to try to win the Last Game. Yanagi is the true gem of this manga because unlike in many shojo romances, it is actually told from the boy’s perspective and the boy falls in love first. 


Special A

Reason to read: This is literally the epitome of the classic “competition –> love” scenario…and I love it. The charm of this manga is all of the different love stories that blossom between all of the other characters. There is a good anime for this show, but the manga is a tad better.    

In their fifth year the Marauders etched their own little family tree on the wall next to their window in their dormitory. They had their four names lined up side by side with little arrows connecting them. Then when they went home for the summer, each of them etched the family tree into their bedroom walls. (Sirius especially had fun with this.) They were all connected, all five of the trees so that if someone made a change to one of them, it would automatically make a change to all of them.
By the time they were in their seventh year, they had added a few other people to the tree including Marlene and Lily. On their last day at Hogwarts, the sixth of them stared at their little family tree for a couple of minutes before James suddenly added one more person on top of all their names. “She’s one of us whether she wants to or not.” They all laughed and then covered their mark by moving a desk in front of it. After that they said their final goodbyes and walked excitedly out of the school.
When Lily and James got married Sirius and Remus’ first order of business was to bind the two of their names on the family tree together making an infinity sign glow whenever anyone passed by one of the trees. Then Harry was born and his name was automatically added to the tree.
When Lily and James died, their names faded on the tree but the bind that Remus and Sirius placed seemed to glow even brighter at times.
Once he learned what had happened to his best friends Remus stood in front of the family tree he had etched on the wall in front of his desk at home, his wand pointed directly at Sirius’ name, ready to burn it off permanently. Except he couldn’t do it. He would return everyday to try to bring himself to burn Sirius’ name off and everyday he would fail. Eventually he just stopped going to his bedroom when he visited.
Sirius would sit in his cell and with a stick he found on the floor, he would engrave his family tree into the wall, purposefully avoiding Peter.
When Remus become a professor his first order of business is to visit his old dorm and look for the family tree. To him, it seems as though James, Lily, Peter and Marlene’s names were glowing ever so brightly. He avoided looking at Sirius’ name.
When he discovered that Sirius is innocent, his first thought was to breathe a sigh of relief because he didn’t burn his friend’s name off the tree.
One year later Sirius was stuck in Grimmauld Place. He went to his room and looked at the back of the door where his family tree was drawn. He had made the effort of drawing little figures he thought represented each of them. For him and James were their animagus forms. For Lily, he drew a doe. Marlene had a lion. And for some reason he drew Remus a donkey.
On October the 31st Remus popped by Grimmauld Place and Sirius immediately dragged him to his room. He told Remus to pull out his wand and together, the two of them burned off Peter’s name. Permanently.
When Sirius died his name didn’t fade off the family tree. It looked even brighter than usual.
When Tonks married Remus, her name appeared on the tree. He showed her the one in Sirius’ room and then proceeded to sob because out of the six of them, he had never expected to be the last one standing.
After the battle of Hogwarts, the only living name was that of Harry Potter. Except he never knew about the trees. And so they lay in all of their hidden locations, undiscovered by anyone.
Years later Minerva McGonagall was going through every dorm room ensuring everything was perfect. She didn’t doubt the house elves work at all. It was only because she had missed being able to roam freely around the halls and so she took the chance while no one was yet there. She entered the boys dormitory and looked around. There was something that wasn’t quite right about the room.
Minerva McGonagall wasn’t a young woman but she remembered everything as if it had happened yesterday. And what she remembered was that there was no desk under the window. It would hardly be noticed by anyone, had they not known what the layout of the dorms were all those years ago. She swiftly moved the desk back in its proper place and was about to leave to the Slytherin common room when something caught her eye. She walked to the window and looked at the strange engravings in the wall underneath.
The names Moony, Padfoot, Prongs, Evans, Marley, Harry and Nymph were marked in the stone. There was another name beside Prongs, but it had been burnt beyond recognition.
Minerva McGonagall collapsed on one of the four poster beds and took a deep breath, containing her emotions. She was successful in doing so and was about to leave when once again, something caught her eye.
On top of the three names and the burnt one read one more name.
Old Minnie McG.
And then she broke down. Because after all this time, after everything that she had gone through, she would always remember those three boys who defied everything society said, who didn’t allow anyone else to dictate how they would live their lives, who gave up their lives so the world could be a better place.

I'm so slow at processing things...

5 hrs later the BBMA’s I began to cry meanwhile listening to 봄날 and realized that I just witnessed one of the most exciting and most beautiful moments in THOUSANDS even MILLIONS of people’s lives on TV.

This award is not just for us (ARMY), but for those 7 boys who became men right before our eyes.

They made history; from being the first Kpop group to be nominated, having the most votes and surpassing JB, to being the first Kpop group to win the TOP SOCIAL ARTIST AWARD!!!

Taehyung almost cried meanwhile standing on stage accepting the award, Yoongi immediately grabbed the award with a big smile on his face, Namjoon (from my perspective) was stuttering- not because of his bad English, because his English is better than mine- out of shock, and Chim, Kook, Jin, and Hobi were absolutely speechless.

They went through the hardest things in life from mental illnesses to leaving their families, being dead ass broke, and growing up under a spotlight; they deserve this award.

I’m glad to call myself an ARMY and be a part of this fandom watching our boys grow.
I’m proud of our boys and I’m 10000000% sure you are too.

Let’s continue flying with our beautiful wings.

Louis tweeting Harry happy birthday is fucking EMOTIONAL okay??? Those two had an undeniably close bond in the early days of the band, and over the years it’s stretched and withered and hidden itself and morphed and been tried by people putting something on it other than what it was. 

But they have grown. And gotten older. And changed. And Louis has had a son. And they have both lost people they loved. And they may not be those same boys who moved into the most garish flat in all of London together. But their hearts are the same. And the love and friendship forged in the fires of what they went through has brought them out on the other side to where they can be there for each other. To mourn and to celebrate. Publicly. 

And that’s some beautiful shit right there. 

Teasing

Reader x Stiles Stilinski

(NOT MY GIF)

Imagine: You are Derek Hale’s daughter and has a passionate relationship with Stiles Stilinski, but he doesn’t know. Once he founds out, he invites Stiles over to dinner and you decide it’s good timing to make him pay for all the teasing.

N/A - It’s nearly three in morning, so forgive me for any mistakes. I’ll fix them later. 

Warnings: sort of smut, but it only has some handjob; also, swearing. that’s all. 

Word Count: 1767


Fuck…” You moaned softly, enjoying the touch of Stiles’ tongue against your neck, licking and leaving purple marks behind. “We can’t do this here, baby, if my dad bursts in, we’re screwed.”

His honey brown eyes turned dark and a naughty smirk curved his lips, as he shortened even more the space between you, tightening the grip on your hips. A low gasp pushed its way out of your mouth, because, damn, that Stilinski knew how to tease. 

“Didn’t you say he’s out a town?” He hummed, the vibration on your skin sending heat waves to the small nub in the middle of your legs. “Plus, you’re my girlfriend and I think it’s only fair we come clean to him.”

You laughed, managing to slip away from his arms, and went to the fridge, snatching an apple juice box to ease your thirst. Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head and looking adorably confused by your latter actions. 

“What is it?”

“Nothing. I’m just wondering since when Derek Hale’s wrath doesn’t scare you.”

“It never did!”  

“Oh, no.” Your voice was soaked with sarcasm, making the boy shift the weight between his legs and frown, clearly annoyed. “I’d like to hear your perfect explanation, other than fear, to why you jumped out of my window last week when he got home.”

“Is this an attempt to shred my masculinity to pieces?” He questioned and, even though it was a bitter response, his tone was smooth, making chills run across your spine. “Because if it is so, I’ll have to show you again who the boss is.”

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TO DATE THE SLYTHERIN PRINCE [DRACO MALFOY]

summary: in which no matter what, you refuse to love anyone else other than draco malfoy.

a/n: this has been in my drafts for ages and only now do i finally have the guts to post it! hope you enjoy it :-)

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When the whole school learned that the two of you were dating, saying that they were surprised by the news was an understatement. Well, who would expect that someone like him would fall for someone like you? Him, who was practically considered as the Slytherin Prince, while you, who was a fierce yet sweet Y/H.

Yep, you were a Y/H. Not to mention that you were a half-blood too.

Honestly, some people would still look at the two of you like you were aliens. They gawked and weren’t even hiding the fact that they did — it sometimes drove you nuts. Draco, on the other hand, would smile smugly and place an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side while his eyes lingered on those boys who would look at you differently.

Some first years who had crushes on your boyfriend would either sigh or squel whenever you walked passed them with Draco beside you, his hands holding your books for you even though you already told him not to. The said students would wish that they were in your position, while some rooted for the two of you.

You see, you and Draco had a lot of differences. One of them was the obvious; having two different houses. He was considered as the bad boy, you were considered as the good girl; he came from a rich and well known family, you came from muggles who weren’t rich nor poor; he had these gray eyes, you had y/e/c; and he was mostly hated, you were mostly loved.

That’s why when the news spread, Hermione had to make you repeat your sentence over and over again just to be sure she was hearing it right.

“Wait, so you’re dating the Draco Malfoy?” she exclaimed with wide eyes.

You simply nodded and carried on eating. It wasn’t a big deal anyway, right? What was wrong about dating him? You, out of all the people, of course did know what they thought of Draco Malfoy — the rich snob, the bully, the jerk, the son of Lucius Malfoy who was once a follower of Voldemort, and the Slytherin who hated Harry Potter.

You weren’t oblivious to those facts, but the people didn’t know how loving and caring Draco was. You fell in love with him because one time when you were running late to class and accidentally knocked him down, he was the one who apologized and picked up your books. When he saw you crying one time alone at the top of the cliff, he offered his ears to you and listened as you poured your heart out. And when he saw you inside the library, studying a lesson that you couldn’t understand, Draco sat by your side, teaching you even though you didn’t ask for help.

So when he suddenly asked you if you wanted to come with him at Hogsmeade the next weekend, you didn’t hesitate to say yes. He was more than pleased by your answer, of course, and even said that: “You won’t regret it, Y/N.”, in which you replied with a roll of your eyes.

But what entertained most of the student body about your relationship is that you are both players for your houses’ Quidditch team. Draco Malfoy was the Slytherin Seeker, while you were one of the Y/N Chasers. They found it entertaining whenever you were already on the field and Draco purposely annoys you by suddenly flying past your way in incredible speed. Sometimes you would get revenge by throwing the Quaffle in his direction when a teammate was behind him.

Your teammates were more than annoyed whenever Y/H was going up against Slytherin because of this.

“Y/L/N!” the captain of your team would yell in a high pitched voice as you crossed the three hoops. “Focus, will you? And stop messing with Malfoy!”

But you would just laugh and fly away from him, in deep pursuit for the quaffle once again.

Though just like any other relationships, you and Draco had your downfalls. The thing you two most fought about is how he always insults muggles and muggleborn students, calling them mudblood or calling the pure bloods who liked the said students blood traitors. You would always hit him in the stomach or arm whenever he sneers at Harry Potter or throw an unpleasant remark towards Hermione and Ron. Draco would just look at you then, rolling his eyes and muttering several curses under his breath that drove you to be even angrier than before.

“You know, if I didn’t know better, I would have thought that you preferred to be with Potter than your boyfriend!” he once yelled in an argument, his tone full of jealousy.

With that line, you just closed your eyes and sighed.

You always knew Draco had some deep insecurities about Harry Potter, and if you say something that might sound like you do prefer him over Draco, you knew you would regret it afterwards.

So to cause no more drama, you would suddenly pull him in a tight hug, in which he would always bury his head on your shoulder, stroking his blonde hair as you both murmur a bunch of “sorry’s” to each other.

And that’s why you loved each other dearly. No matter how much of a jerk Draco Malfoy might be, if you could have any person to love over and over again, you would definitely, no doubt in your mind, pick him.

|| needy ||

{summary: i’ve never been so needy before in my life.}

A lot of readers want more fuckboi!peter parker, so here’s || absolutely || written in his pov 👅👅👅

im also gonna put this out there but cartel’s [[the perfect mistake]] is fuckboi!peter parker’s theme song ♡

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warnings: mentions of sexual content, explicit language & attempts at an attack

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Despite everything that’s being said about me (even if most of them are true), I genuinely did love Liz Allan, and she was honestly the first one I have ever been intimate with.

I met her on the academic decathlon team and recall joining it solely for the purpose of getting closer her, the team’s captain. I was in love with the waves of her dark hair and constantly imagined what her smooth, mocha skin would taste like against my lips.

When we started dating, it was like a dream come for me.

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Hands That do no Harm

Teruki Hanazawa is a bright and promising young man.

The defense needs everyone to know this.

He is a straight-A student, and a prized soccer player, and a beloved classmate, and a respected pupil. He is proper, and demure, and kind, and those words are easy enough to believe when strung around the quiet, stiff, handsome boy sitting beside his lawyer. Teruki has his hands clasped in his lap, and he wears a dark gray suit just the right amount of stark, and solemn, and remorseful, and dashing. There’s a seam in his hairline where the color transitions to something just a bit wrong—unnoticeable from a distance—but otherwise recreates his carefully-trimmed cut. It’s an object of pity, the jury has been informed. It’s the place where this proper and respectful and kind boy had been humiliatingly shorn by the deceased.

And everything after that wasn’t Teruki Hanazawa’s fault.

His mother is a beautiful dark haired woman, and her eyeliner refuses to smudge when tears drip to her cheeks. She wipes them away with the edge of an opal-lacquered nail, and she delivers her three-minute summary of her son. He is mature beyond everyone his age, and he lives alone in an apartment near his school so that he can better focus on his studies. He cleans his home, and he cooks for himself, and he makes his own bed, and he buys his own clothes. It’s a beautiful and sad picture of this child all alone, shoulders straight and back as he bears a weight no fourteen year old should. Some of the jury want to be angry with the boys’ parents for allowing this to happen, but they cannot tack that anger onto the beautiful pitiable woman crying at the stand, wearing a dress just the right amounts of stark, and solemn, and remorseful, and stunning…

His lawyer speaks next. His hands move endlessly, cutting through the air and slashing out and painting the scene like the climax of a Shakespearean tragedy. His tongue lingers on the description of the boys—those other boys—those delinquents who are not straight-A students, nor star soccer players, nor beloved pupils. They are not tragically beautiful young men in stark gray suits sitting through the worst moments of their lives. They are rough and crude and violent and scarcely human by the end of the lawyer’s rant. They dragged Teruki Hanazawa down. They forced his hand. Those cowardly brutes brought Shigeo Kageyama to Black Vinegar Middle School on that gray Tuesday afternoon, and the rest of what happened was fate.

The prosecution’s lawyer cannot speak with his hands. He is stiff in a suit which fits only in half the places. The jury doesn’t hang on his words because they are not musical, and they are not Shakespeare, and his character is nowhere near the figure that Teruki Hanazawa cuts. His character, this Shigeo Kageyama, was not a straight-A student, nor a soccer player, nor a beloved classmate. As best the jury can tell by the way the lawyer scrapes the bottom for facts about Shigeo, the boy was almost nothing at all.

It is the third day of the trial when Teruki himself is brought to the stand. He is everything the jury expects of him at this point: well-spoken, respectful, and infected with a sadness that seems to run to his very core. He had not meant to. He had not wanted to. He would take it back if he could—if only he could. And he falls silent when his lawyer brings up scholarships to the most renowned high schools, and aspirations for the most revered colleges, and plans even higher as a genius like him ought to have. The lawyer ends on a note, a simple musing, wondering if it is fair to destroy Teruki Hanazawa’s future before it exists.

The prosecution tries. They try to explain that Shigeo Kageyama’s future was already destroyed for him. But no one knows what future Shigeo Kageyama had.

The jury deliberates for 45 minutes.

Teruki Hanazawa is found not guilty.

There’s an upward quirk to his lawyer’s lip when the verdict is announced. Teruki’s mother clasps her hands, and more perfect tears run the length of her cheek. There is no clear change in Teruki’s expression. In the photos taken immediately after, he seems almost as if he hadn’t heard.

Reporters come with questions. They offer their hands first for him to shake, and he grasps each of them firm. They compliment him on having such a sure, solid handshake at his age, as if they are impressed, as if the strong, firm, unrelenting grip of Teruki Hanazawa’s hands had never done any harm.

To the boys who get called girls,
to the girls who get called boys,
and those who live outside these words.
To those called names,
and those searching for names of their own.
To those who live on the edges,
and in the spaces in between.
I wish you every light in the sky.

The Hufflepuff Part One (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Originally posted by notbethan

Word Count: 1030

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

AN: So this is my first newt fic and i’m so excited! It’s set back in newts Hogwarts days :) You can read part two and three  four and five here

It was your sixth year attending hogwarts and it felt the same as every other year. You had been waiting all holidays to come back, not just to see your friends but because you knew you’d be seeing more of your crush Newt Scamander. Most of your friends crushed on the hot and brave gryffindors but you, you couldn’t take your eyes off of the shy hufflepuff Newt Scamander. 


You first met Newt your first year on the Hogwarts express, it felt like only yesterday you first met the boy. All the carriages were full making your nerves get worse looking for a seat as you knew no one on this train since you were muggle born. In your nervous state you finally had found a empty carriage, well not quite empty, there was a small boy with his face covered by the huge book he was reading. Opening the door and closing it quietly behind you, not wanting to interrupt the boys reading, you shyly took a seat across from him. He was so invested in his book that you don’t think he even knew you were there. Reading the title of the book you became curious. 

“Excuse me? May I ask about what you’re reading, I didn’t know there were magical creatures? You see, I come from a muggle family so I don’t know much about the wizarding world.” Your voice startled the boy a little, he hadn’t notice you enter like you’d thought.

“Oh, I could tell you everything you need to know about magical creatures. My names Newt Scamander.” The boy shyly smiled at you, extending his arm to shake your hand. “I’m Y/N, It’s nice to meet you Newt.”

You remember him telling you all about his love for magical beasts that train ride and how he wanted wizards to learn to understand them, not hurt them. He even told you about his dreams of one day travelling the world in search of rare creatures and maybe even writing a book about his adventures. The way he talked about these creatures with so much passion was adorable and made you grow feelings for the boy. Ever since that day you’d been crushing on Newt Scamander.


You hadn’t really spoken to him since first year, guess you could just never find the courage to. Not only that but his best friend Leta Lestrange scared you to death. Not because she was a slytherin, you didn’t think everyone in slytherin was bad that was just an unfair stereotype placed upon them. But because one time in second year when you had finally gained enough courage to approach Newt you were stopped by Leta herself. She had pulled you by your robes and pushed you into a corner where Newt couldn’t see, staring with pure hatred in her eyes. 

“Leave him alone Y/N. Newt’s my best friend and my friend only so stay away you filthy mudblood.” You couldn’t take it after she called you that horrible name sprinting back to your dorm with tears falling down your face. You had never even tried to get close to Newt again knowing Leta was always going to be in the way.


Rushing to potions class late you were out of breath from running all the way from your dorm, you knew you should have set your alarm. Pushing open the doors you sighed in relief noticing your professor hadn’t arrived yet. Hurrying to a seat next to your friend you mentally squeal as you notice Newt sitting at the back of the room. You had a good feeling about this class.

You professor walked in minutes later gaining everyone’s attention with his loud voice. “Alright everyone, this year I’m choosing your partner for this class. You will be with the same partner for the rest of this school year and I honestly don’t care if you’re not with your friend so don’t complain to me about it.” I take that back, you didn’t have a good feeling about this class. The last thing you needed was to be paired up with one of those cocky gryffindor boys who will just attempt to flirt with you the entire year instead of actually doing the work.

“Y/N and Newt Scamander.” Your eyes widened, you honestly almost fell off your chair. You had never been paired with Newt before, well actually, you hadn’t spoken to the boy since the day you met, he’d probably forgotten all about you by now.

You somehow pulled yourself together, clinging your textbook to your chest and making your way over to the boy. You shyly took the seat next to him, sending him a friendly smile which he thankfully sent back. “Hi, i’m Newt.”

He was so cute you had no idea how you were going to concentrate in this class. “Y/N. I’ve heard that you’re quite good at potions.” He seemed a little embarrassed at your statement as his cheeks flushed red and he stuttered his words. “W-well I mean I guess so.”

“So, do you still want to travel the world in search of magical beasts?” Please remember me! Please remember me!

“How did you know about that?” Confusion was written all over his face as he looked at you skeptically. Your heart sunk a little, of course he doesn’t remember you. “You told me, first year on the Hogwarts express. I didn’t expect you to remember.” You nervously chuckle, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“That was you? Wow, I was wondering what happened to the girl I talked to on my first day. I didn’t even realize, you’ve changed so much.” So he did remember you, sort of. “Well I am sixteen now not eleven.” He chuckled at your words and you couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face, he still remembers you.

All of a sudden you felt this weird energy, it was as if someone was staring into the back of your head. You glanced over your shoulder to meet the glaring eyes of Leta Lestrange. Instantly becoming nervous you gulped whilst turning to your partner and putting on a fake smile. “Let’s start shall we?”

Yoongi imagine; Super Psycho Love: Part One

Originally posted by jiminiemini

Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Warnings: Stockholm syndrome, yandere?!Yoongi, toxic relationship, smutty~

When one night standing becames something more. When he calls you everyday. When you saw him staring at you everytime you went to the club. You thought he was behaving like a child and he would eventually let go, but it didn’t happen. Why didn’t you stop him when you had the chance? Now you were involved with someone you shouldn’t. For some reason, you didn’t feel like complaining.


Disclaimer: Please, don’t continue if you are a sensitive person to certain topics. I don’t pretend to offend anyone. This is all fictional, and please, don’t let anyone do this to you. If you suspect, you can talk to anyone. Get help. If you want, you can anonymously send me an ask. I repeat, this is all fictional. Keep reading with caution.


Stockholm syndrome is a condition that causes hostages to develop a psychological alliance with their captors as a survival strategy during captivity.” the teacher made a long pause, but didn’t stop staring at the book. “but sometimes, the hostage can actually develop true feelings, not only as an actual strategy.”

You were, as usual, paying attention to the class. It was a part of your lesson, and you were interested in the topic. Everything about this topics was awesome to you; how the brain worked, why some people developed these kind of feelings. What caused it? You questioned everything. You were so submerged in your thoughts that you didn’t notice Jiwoo staring at you. To be honest, you didn’t even notice when she sat next to you.
“Boo!” she scared you, and you jumped on your seat making her laugh her ass off. 
“Were you thinking about shit again?” 
You knew she was right, but you hit her arm playfully anyways. 
Jiwoo was your best friend since you arrived Korea. Since highschool, she introduced to you her group of friends, who warmly welcomed you. After some years you trusted in her more than anyone, and you told her everything that happened to you. Your dates, the boys you were with, who you wanted to fuck, who wanted to fuck you, everything, and so did her. She was like your sister and she never left you alone. 
“Are you going to the club tonight?” she asked, even though she knew the answer. When you opened your mouth to reply, she interrupted you; “of course you’re going. I’ll be there at 9.” and just like that, she left.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to. You always went to the club, every friday night. There was always someone you were interested in, and ever since your boyfriend broke up with you, you just followed the conversation with any person that seemed interested in you, and didn’t flirt back until they did first. It was something common for you. Making out with someone sometimes, dancing with someone you liked and then forgetting about it. You were a mature person, and it wasn’t a sin, right? After all, you didn’t play with the person’s feelings. Since the beggining you told them that it was only one night. You didn’t want feelings involved, you didn’t want anything serious, and everyone agreed, until last friday.

One week ago, you went to the club, as usual. Jiwoo drove you there, and when you entered, she started looking for her boyfriend; like usual. Everything was usual, it wasn’t strange, neither it was the first time. As usual, again, you sat on the couch of the dance club that was in the back, where people sat down to drink calmly, to smoke, to make out and get touchy or simply because, like you, didn’t feel like dancing. 
As soon as you entered the club, you saw your ex with his girl. He looked happy, and the girl was, of course, very pretty. He had his left arm wrapped on her waist and she was smiling, and your self steem dropped to the floor. 
You broke up with him because he made you feel unwanted. He didn’t compliment you, he was so submerged in his own work that he didn’t even see you. He didn’t have sex with you more than once; in your 6 month old relationship, and in all the years of friendship, he touched you only one time he got home drunk. You tried to understand him, until you discovered the reason behind his behavior wasn’t his work, but his sidechick. 
And there he was, happily hugging her. The asshole and the bitch together.
You stared at the couple with wide eyes, tears aiming to spill out, but you watched at Jiwoo happilly. If she noticed how you were feeling, she would have to stay with you and you didn’t want that. She always put you before her boyfriend first, but it wasn’t a big deal. You broke up with him a long time ago, and she didn’t see her boy very often so you just let go.
Sitting there, staring at everyone, arms crossed and a frown, you were trying not to cry or burn his house down. She was pretty, tall, and you were you. You didn’t feel like being with anyone today, not after what you saw.

Yoongi stared at you from the distance. He fell in love at first sight with you, you were gorgeous in his eyes. You always ended up with someone else, and it made his blood boil. He felt angry and he had to leave immediately before punching the guy in the face and scaring the hell out of you, discarding any chance he had with you.
When he saw you sitting there, with a sad face, he had to approach you. Whatever had happened to you, whoever tried to touch you, he had to take action on the matter. He was nervous, though; he loved you from the first time he saw you and he didn’t want to fuck up, he didn’t want to be so crazy for someone that despises him.
He sat next to you, without making any noise. He stared at you from that distance and he felt his heat rising up. Your face, your eyes, your hands, your hair, you fashion choices. Everything was perfect about you, but what wasn’t, was that you didn’t notice him. You were thinking so deeply that he had to sigh once, twice very loudly for you to see that he was sitting right next to you.
He stared at the crowd, and you stared at him. You didn’t want to be with anyone, didn’t your face tell him so? You were about to tell him that you weren’t on the mood to fuck or kiss him or whatever he wanted to, until he opened his mouth.
“So you hate clubs too, huh?”
He knew you didn’t. He knew you loved coming here, he heard your contagious laugh and saw your smile everytime you stepped into the dance floor, excepting this one time of course. But what could he say? He didn’t want to look like a weirdo, that he knew he kinda was, and he had to disimulate.
You sighed in relief. Apparently, he wasn’t direct nor he wanted to flirt right away. The anger disappeared a little bit. 
Actually, I don’t. I just saw something horrible, and I’m here because I don’t feel like dancing or drinking…” you were honest. Why would you lie? He was a random stranger, yes, but you were used to make friends or talk with people about some kind of things. You were kind of an open person, and the fact that you saw your ex with the bitch he cheated on you with wasn’t a big deal neither.
Yoongi felt his heartbeats rising, he heard your beautiful voice for the first time. But paying attention to your words, he actually got worried. There was something that was bothering you after all, someone did something to you or you felt bad because or something, so he just asked right away, shamelessly.
“Really? What is it?
You stared at him and laughed nervously, and then stared back at the crowd.
“Ah, it’s not a big deal. I saw my ex with the girl he cheated on me with.“ you made a pause. “She is pretty, so I kinda understand why he did it...” you made another long pause. Yoongi wanted to interrupt you, hold your hands and tell you that you didn’t have to think that way, and at the same time he wanted to kick that guy’s balls for not appreciating someone as gorgeus and so full of life like you; but he saw you were about to talk a little bit more, so he restrained.
My self steem kinda died a bit,” you laughed awkwardly, hidding that it hurt you. “so I just came here.” 
Yoongi wanted to talk, but when he opened his mouth, you interrupted him again. 
What about you? Do you really not like clubs? Or are you as miserable as me?” and once again, you laughed sadly. He loved and hated that laugh so much. He loved how it sounded, but hated the fact that it hid so much pain.
Actually, I like clubs.” he lied. “But this time I just didn’t feel like drinking or dancing or anything, and my friends left me all by myself.” he lied again. He went the the club all by himself. His friends were calm and didn’t go out; he went there because, even though he hated clubs, he went once just to try and he saw you. He didn’t drink that much, he didn’t dance, he didn’t flirt or fuck around. He just entered there and observed you like a creep, hoping one day he could talk to you.
“Ah, I see. So you’re not as miserable as me.” You said and smiled at him. You were happy to see that he didn’t seem like another fuckboy. He was really attractive, his voice was lazily beautiful, his hair was mint green and he looked like those boys from novels who are bad on the outside but are actually very soft on the inside; those boys on the books who were cold but loving. He was so surreal, you had to blink a million times to make sure your mind wasn’t playing a trick on you and made up a fake boy because of your low self-steem.
Don’t worry, you’re not miserable.” he added before you could continue hurting him without knowing. “It’s normal, it had happened to me,” he lied. His ex never cheated on him, he hadn’t had a girlfriend in six years. “but you have to forget about it. You seem very nice, so you shouldn’t worry. She is going to cheat on him anyways.” 
You laughed and Yoongi felt like his world was illuminated once again. He was nervous, mostly because he had to look for the right words to not scare you. If he flirted with you, or complimented your appearance, you would take it and flirt back, and then you’d hook up, and then you would forget about him like you did with every guy. He didn’t want that. He wanted to know you, to be with you, he didn’t want you to be with anyone else. He wanted you to himself, and the only way was acting like a friend, not like a fuckboy or a flirty random stranger who wanted to bang.
But when you stared at him once again with flirty eyes, he dropped everything. He stared back at you, right into your eyes; he couldn’t resist. He knew it was wrong. He knew he didn’t have to. He knew the plan was failing, but when it was about you, you drove him insane; and it happened.
After two hours of conversating, of drinking one beer between the two, the atmosphere changed completely. He was a nice guy, interesting. He told you about him; Min Yoongi. a 24 years old who liked to compose and was born in Daegu. He moved to Seoul to follow his dreams six years ago. 
Slowly, you became much more touchy. When you laughed, you placed your hand on his thigh, and he didn’t stop you. Slowly you forgot about your ex and just invited him to the dance floor, and he agreed. He didn’t like dancing, but how could he reject you? Even if you hit him, kicked him, stab him, he would still be crazy for you.
What started like an innocent dance became so much more. Yoongi forgot about the plan completely, his hands now running through your body, cupping your cheeks, slowly leaning down to kiss your lips. His lips were soft, the kiss was gentle. When realization hit him, he couldn’t stop. Not when you were already in his apartment, moaning his name, not when he was enjoying so much being inside you, touching your body, kissing your lips, hearing that the sounds that your mouth were making were because of him, because of what he was doing. Not when you were his already; at least for one night.
He slowly took off your clothes, he was the most gentle person you’ve met. Since your ex broke up with you, you didn’t sleep with anyone. You only kissed one boy per night, sometimes they got touchy, but this guy was so smooth. He didn’t have to compliment you or your appearance until things got heated up, and still, he had you on his feet. 
His dirty talk was the best. You couldn’t resist it. He was the best experience you’ve had and he was so gentle, yet so passionate at the same time. He touched you and made love to you like if he was afraid of hurting you, breaking you. Like if you were precious to him. How his fingers grazed gently your skin, your lips, how good he kissed you.
Everything was magical. You had one, two, three orgasms in one night, and you saw he enjoyed it a lot too. You cuddled, his arms hugged you tightly and he hid his face on your neck. 
But when he woke up, you were gone.
Oh god, he wanted to hit himself. He wanted to turn back time and at least ask for your address, now he had to wait until next friday. What if you didn’t want to see him? What if it really was just one night and now you forgot about him? He tried to resist, but since he had your number, he couldn’t avoid the temptation. It was wrong, you were going to hate him, but he couldn’t be rational anymore.

When he called the first time, you both talked for half an hour. When he called the second time, he asked how you were doing. When he called for the third time, you started to get scared. He didn’t get the message? You enjoyed it, but you didn’t want to develop feelings for someone that probably slept around with everyone. Yoongi wasn’t like that; but you didn’t know. You started suspecting that he didn’t call to fuck again, but simply to talk to you. It hurt you, rejecting him like that, because he was interesting. But you knew about that; you fucked him two hours after you met him, he probably did that with every girl. You didn’t want to remind yourself about the past. You wanted a normal relationship, where your partner doesn’t cheat on you. After all, you saw him every friday. You didn’t pay attention to him, but what was he doing there if he wasn’t fucking around? Of course he was. He was a man. He slept with you, he could sleep with anyone else. He probably was just a flirt.
Oh, but were you wrong.

You started declining every call, not daring to block his number. It drove Yoongi crazy, he missed you so much, and he fucked up. Now he was regretting his life choices. If he didn’t call you more than four times, maybe he still would have a chance: but he didn’t stop. He wanted to hear your voice. He went to the club every night, hoping to see you there, to talk to you, even if he knew you had to attend college. He knew. But he didn’t care. 
He started to get obsessive over it. You were clouding his mind day and night, and all he thought about was you. He didn’t recognize that feeling; he wasn’t like that with anyone, specially girls. Not since it broke his heart leaving his ex girlfriend behind to chase his dream; and ironically, the work he was doing, his “dream” was interrupted by the thought of you. 

That’s why you didn’t know. That’s why you weren’t sure of it, what it you saw him there? After he did love to you, after you enjoyed it so much, after all his calls, you couldn’t just stare at him like if nothing happened. But you couldn’t tell Jiwoo, she was such a mom. Her boyfriend wouldn’t want to switch clubs, after all, he worked there. Your friends were there too, they would have to switch just because you were scared of a fuckfriend you had for once? It was ridiculous. After being scared for a whole afternoon, you decided to get ready and go there anyways. If you saw him, you were to flirt with some random boy for some minutes until he got the message and drop it.
But, once again, you were wrong.