to the girl who stole him from me

Today I was chatting with a coworker who I knew had been in an abusive relationship in the past. She was laughing as she told me and another coworker about how her ex never let her leave the house. Like she was for real cracking jokes about his jealous rages and how she wasn’t allowed to so much as set foot outside their door if he wasn’t with her, and the way she was telling it was funny, so we laughed along. “That’s why I enjoy doing the little things now, like taking the bus and going to the bank,” she said, and we all giggled because who likes public transportation and doing errands, right?

Then she got serious for the first time since the conversation started, it lasted only for a few moments, but I will never forget the one sentence that she said without smiling: “I’m going to die before I let that happen to me again.”

There was also this one rape victim whom a relative of mine represented in court. The rapist’s lawyer tried to discredit her by pointing out that she’d laughed while giving her testimony. She was eighteen years old on the witness stand, telling a judge and a room full of people about what had been done to her. She giggled because she was embarrassed about having to describe the graphic sex acts, and she nearly lost her case because of that.

I have classmates who laughed while telling me about old men who stole kisses from them. Who made jokes out of stories about their boyfriends screening their messages and forcing them to do things they didn’t want to do. I have known girls who were molested and manipulated for years, who shake their heads and snicker at their own past selves, how could I have let him do that to me, I was so naive, hahaha. This one woman reenacted for me, complete with dramatic gestures and voice impersonations, how her ex-husband who was under a Temporary Restraining Order scaled the gate of her house with a gun, and how she’d locked herself in her bedroom and screamed at the police over the phone to come NOW. Both of us were in stitches at the end of her tale, clutching our stomachs in mirth.

Just because they laugh doesn’t mean it isn’t real.

Quicker Hamilton Facts

Y’all STILL ALSO need to realize:

Lafayette go soooo drunk once that his brother-in-law had to drag him home

Hamilton’s ship caught on fire coming over to America

Jefferson had a mockingbird named Dick

He also owned a goat that killed someone

After being told about Hamilton’s death, Jefferson became quiet and aloof as he quickly found Burr to arrest him.


Which is why Hamilton didn’t want to get close to Washington in fear he would be a father figure and let him down.

Washington refused to respond letters from the British because they didn’t address him correctly.

Hamilton was announced dead after destroying British supply and trying to cross a river with British gun fire only to show up soaking wet later while everyone was drinking to his memory 

When Lafayette came back to America before his death, he and Jefferson hugged and cried with each other 

They said God Bless to each other

AND Jefferson and Lafayette did a lot of weed and a lot of alcohol

Washington liked to pretend his knife and forks were drumsticks and play music on tables

Despite common belief, Hamilton would often make time for his family and would write home to Eliza about how homesick he was

Martha Washington outlived four children and two husbands and said the worst day of her life was went Jefferson came to visit.

Laurens was getting out of bed when he hit his head on the ceiling

Hamilton was supposed to go on Washington’s boat while crossing the Delaware but he wasn’t used to this thing called “winter” and often got sick a lot.

Thomas Jefferson told his grandchildren to flirt with everyone despite their gender so everyone would like them

Jefferson had an expensive bust of Hamilton in his house for no other reason than he wanted one.

Burr set himself on fire trying to lite a candle on fire with gunpowder.


Hamilton was not only gay for Laurens, but also for the spy John Andre.

He said Andre was too pretty to be hung

Franklin and Adams shared a bed and fought over whether a window open was good for your health while you slept.

Franklin won because he ranted so much that Adams fell asleep.

Lafayette often joked about his name, saying “It’s not my fault, I was baptized like a Spaniard, with the name of every conceivable saint who might offer me more protection in battle”

When George Washington was 17, a girl stole his clothes just to see him looking for them while naked.

Eliza had a mourning ring which she had on a ribbon around her neck which contained a strand of Hamilton’s hair

Engraved inside the ring was the day he died and how old he was

Lafayette was buried under soil from Bunker Hill in France

During World War 1, General Pershing and a parade went to Lafayette’s grave and said “Lafayette, we’re here!”

Sooo…America help Lafayette in a war, just a little toooo late.

After Hamilton’s death, Eliza referred to her late husband as “my Hamilton” and “my Alexander” 

When giving tour of her home, she would stare at a bust of Hamilton for a few seconds and would whisper “my Hamilton”

Burr bought a coconut for about $40 today because why not.

Hamilton was called “The Little Lion” because of his mouth and small stature.

Burr would often refer to Hamilton as “my dear friend Hamilton, whom I shot”

Burr was attacked by bedbugs and then proceeded to sleep on the floor for 6 hours

Burr’s daughter, Theodosia, was lost at sea.

Burr had sex with A LOT of ladies in Europe…after he killed Hamilton

In the AM :: Im Jaebum

Hello friends! Mafia/gang au were always my favourite after watching KHR haha. So I finally gave a shot at it! I was really inspired by two amazing tumblr writers so I would like to thank them for motivating me to write after reading their work! A massive thank you to @narika-a who wrote a scenario with mafia GOT7, the plot of this fic is mainly developed from their scenario with Youngjae. And a special thank you to @jungk0oksthighs​ and their amazing mafia au fic giving me the final push to write this! I hope everyone enjoys it!

(Bless the soul who took this picture)

Word count: 28K (Mother of god)

Warning: coarse language, drunk people, smut, unprotected sex, violence, blood

Part 2

Summary: Jaebum is one of the most notorious gang leaders in South Korea. He is merciless and brutal allowing him and his group, GOT7, to own most of Seoul. One day he goes after a young female who happened to be interfering with his business, who ultimately stole 40 grand from him. However, he got the wrong girl. She was nothing but a poor student who worked overtime at night to pay for her rent, and when she’s not busy with school or work her favourite pass time was to give Jaebum a never-ending headache. The girl didn’t steal 40 grand from him. She stole so much more, his heart.

Jaebum pov

I watch her through the tinted windows of my car before wandering to the red digital numbers glowing on the dashboard. It read exactly 2 AM on the dot. A small smirk stretches across my face as I watch her bend over to lock the front doors of the run down pub cueing me to proceed with the schedule. It was all perfectly timed, in exactly 5 minutes she will be in the optimal position. I slip out of the black Camaro closely following her in her haste footsteps as she made her way back to her dingy apartment. At exactly 5 minutes time she stood in front of the dark alley, wasting no time I lunged forward grabbing her by the back of her jacket’s collar and pulled her into the dead end. She opened her mouth to scream so I quickly shut her up by slamming her small frame into the graffiti covered brick wall. She lets out a small cry which was then quickly followed by soft sniffles. Her body quakes under my strong grip and I almost felt slightly bad, just almost.

“Stop crying!” I order turning her around to face her tear streaked face.

Her eyes were squeezed shut in utter terror.

“Yah look at me girly, that’s the least you could do after stealing over 40 grand from my business!”

To say I was taken aback was an understatement when she started to yell.

“I don’t know what you are talking about! I’m dirt broke! Why else do you think I am out this late working at a shitty run down pub in the fucking ghettos?! I already had a shit day with creeps like you trying to take me home so for gods sake just leave me alone!” She screams finally opening her eyes to reveal the warmest (e/c) hue I’ve ever seen.

I would be more appreciative of them if they weren’t full of rage and sending daggers into my soul. I shook my head to clear out the doubts that started to swim in my mind. My perfect plan was flawless to the second but a small detail may have been missed, I may have gotten the wrong girl? No impossible, she must be acting innocent.

“Don’t lie to me!” I yell out in frustration causing her frustration to skyrocket as well.

She flails her arms smacking me in the face causing my already boiling anger to overflow.

“Let go of me you freak! Do you think I would be out here in shit city at 2 AM if I stole 40k from you? No! I would be at home rolling in silk sheets in piles of money you idiot!”

Okay I’ll admit, even though she was infuriating seeing that she was so keen on lying I couldn’t help but find her charming, especially at the wild reasoning she spewed on about. I roll my eyes roughly turning her to face the wall once again.

“Alright, that was funny at first but now I’m done,” I sigh ripping her long wool jacket clean off her back.

The seams of her coat tore open with a satisfying pop along with the plain white t-shirt she wore underneath. I toss the torn fabric across the snow covered alleyway leaving her cold and vulnerable in the cold night air. Her fierce aura left her body as quick as it came as she started sobbing once more, hugging herself as she stood there hunched over with a thin ripped shirt. I could clearly see the cold winter air biting at her bare skin where goose bumps started to form, however I couldn’t seem to find the signature dragon tattoo that was supposed to litter the vast majority of her back. At that moment I knew I fucked up.

“Fuck…fuck I’m so sorry. I-I got the wrong person. Haha surprise?” I nervously grin finally letting her out of my iron grip that will probably cause bruises to bloom all over her body later from man handling her.

Her lips quiver as she spares me one final look with her large doe eyes before bursting out in tears and making a mad dash out of the alley.

“Hey!” I called out, it wasn’t supposed to sound so threatening but I guess being friendly and approachable was not my forte. At my voice she sped up, disappearing around the corner.

“Fuck!” I hiss under my breath, kicking her jacket out of the way to follow her.

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anonymous asked:

one word prompt for Reddie — jealousy

hey anon-friend! ty for the prompt! here it is, some fluffy nonsense for you. it’s about lying in a bed and feeling safe and.. only a little bit about jealousy tbh but. i hope you like it! i don’t really mention ages here but they’re about 17. also icr if you can do read mores on mobile? but there’s a cut at some point cos i dont like long text posts. ty for reading! send me a one word prompt if you like! for any of the losers i love them all. (other reddie here and here)

Eddie’s pretty sure that Richie’s bed is the most comfortable place in the world. It’s a nest of blankets and pillows and Eddie would never actually sleep in it, because he’d probably get trapped under a pillow and then suffocate and die, but it’s a good place to escape to, when his mother’s at her worst. Like today, she’s screaming and he’s feeling tired and sick and strange so he goes over to Richie’s, and he ignores the voice at the back of his mind that’s telling him that this isn’t really the kind of shit you do with a friend, use his bed for comfort, his room for comfort, him for comfort, because most of the time he doesn’t actually care. Because he needs it. He needs to feel safe.

So he throws himself, face first, onto Richie’s bed, crawling up to the top, grabbing two of his pillows and holding them over his head, nuzzling his face into the soft. It muffles Richie’s voice and the bright sun through the windows and the sound of the wind outside. He feels the bed move near his butt, Richie joining him, and then a loss of pressure as he steals one of the pillows.

“Wanna talk about it, Eddie baby?” He hears him ask, like he’s speaking through a dream. He’s been calling him that a lot lately, Eddie baby, and he’s not sure how he feels about it. It’s somehow both better and worse than all the other nicknames.

“She thinks I’m dating someone,” says Eddie, muffled against the sheets. “Or fucking them I guess, whatever, she’s been leaving pamphlets about like… gonorrhea and syphilis all over the house and talking about how it rots your brain and makes you crazy and how dirty all the girls on my street are and it’s driving me crazy. Am I supposed to just listen to that? I feel like I should take Georgia Nichols across the road a… a fruit basket or some shit, you know? To apologise.”

Are you dating someone?”

“Wow, totally not the point, Richie.” Eddie struggles out from under his pillow, throws it at Richie who looks deceptively innocent, who laughs when the pillow knocks his glasses sideways. Eddie misses the softness immediately, steals the one Richie stole off him, turns away to bury his face in it again.

“Just come live with me and my totally normal family,” says Richie. Eddie can only see grey but he can feel Richie moving again, jostling up against his legs. When he settles he’s closer, Eddie can feel the warmth of his body somewhere near his hips. He takes the pillow off his face for a moment, squints behind him. Richie is leaning against the wall, legs bridging Eddie’s butt. Eddie hides himself in the pillow again. “It’ll be cute, like camp, we can steal my mum’s vodka and do shots around a fire.”

“Only if I get to have your bed,” says Eddie.

“Obviously we’ll top and tail,” says Richie, scornfully. He tickles Eddie’s foot and Eddie kicks out, is immediately satisfied when he connects with some part of Richie’s body, making him squeak. “Okay, asshole, you’re sleeping on the floor,” says Richie. “I think you broke my hand.”

“I think you broke your hand against my foot.”

“Hey turn around, I don’t like talking to you when I can’t see your face.”

Eddie does as he’s asked, casting the pillow aside and sitting up, gathering blankets around him instead. It’s not that he’s cold, not exactly, it’s just that there’s something about Richie’s bed that makes him feel safer, more solid in his body, like he gets strength from the weave of the fabric. Plus, it smells nice. Like sun-warmed cotton, like something sweet but not too sweet, sugar and lemons.

Richie smiles at him, nose wrinkled and hair wild, and that makes Eddie feel safer too.

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Just One Kiss (2)

Word Count: 1051

Summary: On your way home, Bucky tries to loosen you up by reminding you of the day you met.

Warnings: One single curse word

A/N: If you guys could comment, I would really appreciate it. It’s hard to be motivated to continue something when no one is saying anything about it.

Part 1

Originally posted by little--batman

You looked most decidedly distracted as Bucky walked you home that night, shoulders still tense from Betty’s teasing and the thought of losing Bucky, who you hadn’t imagined you would have missed before. He took notice of your silence, the crease between your brows, your stiff manor of walking, and he did his best to wear you down. On any other night it may have worked, brushing the back of his hand against yours, bumping your shoulder, crowding you as you walked in the hopes of eliciting that playful shove and reluctant smile.

“Do you remember when we met?” Bucky asked when his usual tricks had no effect.

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Better than Porn

Summary: Dean takes his baby brother to a strip club for his birthday, and one particular dancer catches his eye. His crush isn’t helped by the fact she turns out to be one of his best friend’s cousin. 
: SamxReader
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: Nope!
This is my entry for @dancingalone21‘s Funny Quote Challenge! My prompt was ‘Dude, you’re confusing reality with porn again’, and I made it a College AU. Hope you enjoy it!!!
Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!


Dean dropped into the chair next to Sam, slamming a fresh bottle of beer down in front of him as he chuckled contentedly, watching as a new woman took to the main stage in front of them.

“Y’know” Sam started, eyeing his brother with amusement as he wrapped his fingers around the chilled bottle, “this was not what I was expecting when you said you wanted to go out for my birthday.”

For a few moments, he didn’t respond, watching as the girl on the stage swayed her hips with the music, not really making much use of the pole behind her, then turned and grinned at him. “Why? What were you expecting?” he asked, taking a long draught from his beer.

He’d already stopped looking at him when Sam shrugged. “I figured a bar? A few beers? A few games of pool? Then I figured you’d probably disappear into the night with your catch of the day, call me the following morning to apologise for ditching my ass, except you wouldn’t really regret it cos you never do when you wind up getting laid” he told him, laughing as Dean turned and stared at him in mock offense.

“Why would I do such a thing to my baby brother on his birthday?”

Sam raised his eyebrow, still smiling as he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, “to get laid. Didn’t I just say that?”

Dean chuckled as he leaned forward, a sly smirk playing on his lips as he nodded in the direction of the bar. “I’m not the one getting laid tonight… she’s been tossing you glances all night, Sammy” he murmured, letting out a bark of laughter as Sam’s head whipped around in the direction he’d indicated, brow furrowed curiously.

His eyes instantly caught the ones of a girl who had chosen that precise moment to look over at him. Her hair was loose, framing her face perfectly; her eyes were bright and shining, reflecting the dim lighting of the room as she stared at him. They bugged slightly when she realised they were staring at one another, before hastily turning back to the patron she had been chatting to before.

Was it his imagination, or were her cheeks now flushed slightly?

Sam huffed slightly, clearing his throat as he looked down at the beer bottle in his hand.

“Nah” he started, taking a swig of his drink before continuing, “she works here Dean. She’s probably just scoping for her next tip,” he told him nonchalantly.

A scoffing sound beside him made him raise his head, and he just caught the tail end of Dean rolling his eyes. “Come on, Sammy! What could be more perfect? The birthday boy and the stripper… a match made for a perfect one night stand.”

Dude, you’re confusing reality with porn again” Sam deadpanned, taking his turn to roll his eyes as he tried to suppress a grin.

“Whatever Sammy, it’s your loss” he crowed, once again reclining in his chair as the dancers once again switched up.

Despite his protests, Sam became hyper aware of the girl’s location in the room for the rest of the night, her presence drawing his attention. Every now and then, he snuck glances of his own, and in his ever-increasing state of inebriation, he couldn’t help but admire how pretty she was.

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Boys Boys Boys: A Solangelo Fanfiction

I’ve been severely lacking in inspiration because of how busy I have been. So I went back to basics: some personal experiences I’ve had at bars in NYC and around where I go to school, and a College AU set up. Could I be inspired to continue this? Heck yeah I probably could. 

I hope you all enjoy!

Trigger Warning: homophobic slurs 

Also read on AO3 


Will immediately half-swerved, focusing desperately on keeping his gaze forward at the line of liquors mounted on the wall, and not ogling at the dude next to him because damn he was fine—the kind of fine that would have him sobbing on the carpet of Lou Ellen’s dorm at four-in-the-morning while stuffing his face with veggie pizza and watching Ru Paul’s Drag Race later. But for now, it definitely wouldn’t help him to freak out the dude by staring. Besides, everyone knew that hot guys in leather jackets who wore Iron Maiden tee-shirts were generally as straight as boards. No use getting his hopes up.

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Playing for Keeps

Rugby!Natsu commission for @hellojawsie! Thank you so much for being so patient, Katie! You are so kind ^^

pairing: nalu, mentions of gajevy

characters: natsu, lucy, levy, mentions of gajeel

word count: 2,015

type: fluffy fluff

Lucy knew next to nothing about rugby. She knew that people could get easily injured while playing the sport: their arms could get broken or their faces badly beaten. She even knew someone who had their foot in a cast after all the bones in their foot were crushed. If she was honest, she cared little about the sport.

But she cared so much about one person that played it.

Natsu Dragneel had been her one and only crush all throughout high school. She entered into class one day like normal, and during a boring lecture she peered out the window and saw him throwing around a ball with his teammates. His rose colored hair shone in the sunlight and stood out against the rest of the hues of brown and black, catching her attention right away. After he tossed the ball to a teammate, Natsu looked up and saw her staring at him. He waved and smiled, which stole her heart and further took her attention away from class.

From that moment on, Natsu knew that they were destined to be friends. Yelling a quick goodbye to his friends, he bounded up the steps and began to search for her classroom. After a few moments of hunting, he burst into the room and asked who the ‘weird blonde girl who was starin’ at me,’ was. Natsu’s green eyes stared into hers when the entire class turned and gaped at Lucy, and a grin spread across his face as he strode toward her quickly and stood above her with his fists on his hips.

“Weirdo,” he began, leaning over and picking her up out of her chair, “you’re comin’ with me.”

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black sails rewatch - XV.

I saved your life. I killed him for you. Low and his crew. I killed them all to protect you. You will turn on absolutely anyone, won’t you? So what’s the plan? Leave me to answer for this among the men? Assume they’ll tear me to pieces for granting access to the woman who stole the girl out from under us? My death sentence? Listen to me clearly. Put down that key, walk back through that gate, return the girl, and I will sort this with the men. You have my word. But lock that gate and there is no walking back through it, ever. And I assure you, you will hear from me again.


Summary: You were invited to a very exclusive private party with the intention of meeting people to help you advance professionally. A fateful meeting changes everything.

Warnings: Bit of fluff at the beginning, but so much pain at the end. I’m so sorry.

A/n: This is my entry, albeit late, for @sanjariti‘s Game of Prompts. My prompt is the song Alone by Halsey. This story turned out completely different than what I originally planned, but apparently, I’m good at writing angst and pain so here we are.

I stood on the balcony, resting against the handrail. Cold air making my hair fly behind me, and the drink in my hand feeling like fire as it went down my throat. The horizon looked like nothing more than a pale blue light against the darkness.

Chatter behind me, as lively as when I arrived, snapped me from my daze. The party of the month happening mere feet from where I was standing. I had received the invitation in my email by my boss saying that I should “take a break once in awhile. It would be good for you to go, there might be important people there”. Networking, go figure.

I decided to go back inside and socialize for a little longer before calling for a taxi. While walking around I saw a couple of people from work, and others from other shows and movies from the same lot. Some with whom I’ve worked with before, and others that I only knew by name and social media.

I was half way through my last drink when a hand fell on my shoulder.

“(Y/n)?” A familiar voice rang behind me, and I turned on the spot recognizing it almost immediately, “Hey sweetheart, it’s been so long!”

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We all learned that POV is important in Skam. Thats why a character seems so different every season. We se them through the eyes of the main. And that doesnt let us see all of them. Only the stuff our main is focusing on. Like Eva being a partygirl and kind of hurt by her ex when the main was Noora who chose to stay collected and was afraid of hurting Vilde or getting hurt herself.

Well I got to thinking. What does the characters look like through the eyes of the rest of the school? All the gossip and hate accounts made me think. What does some of the characters look like when you only know them through school yard gossip or soscial media?

Eva: stole the man of her best friend. The only girl taking care of her when she transfered from a different city. And then proceeded to cheat on him only a little over a year later. And now shes always drunk and hooking up with the same boy or strangers.

Noora: defends feministic views but ends up going for the fuckbuy the whole school knows her best friend has a crush on. As far as some people knows she even got drunk and spent the night naked in bed with his brother. Then she leaves this boyfriend in another country. And now shes hooking up with the friend of her best friends brother at parties.

Isak: snitches out his friend on a public gossip account on Instagram. Arranges street fights. Hookes up with girls at parties but never gets serious. Forgets one of his best friends birthday. Is suddenly gay. Brakes up a four year long relationship. Fights his other good friend, most likely because his homophobic. Gets into a fight with four arab dudes. Hes propably rascist. Made a hate account to get revenge after a brakeup to a girl even though his gay.

Sana: snaps and throws water in other girls faces at parties. Has Sharmuta written on her locker because shes so opressed. Is rude to everybody even though they just made one little comment. Just takes over the russebuss without anyone getting to wote for her or anything. And then she just leaves because shes to good for the whole russefeiring. And did you know she took a choke hold on someone at her last school?

Even: hes totally psycho. He wrote all this crazy shit on the facebook wall of his last school. He cant be trusted. He left his girlfriend because he cheated on her and aperantly he did it once before. Also hes away from school for long periods of a time and doesnt get in troubble because of the 10 percent. Hes cheating or theres something wrong with him

Elias: calls her sister slave and sends messages asking for nudes and fights people just because theyre gay

Vilde: shes a total slut. She threw herself at William. And shes always working out and watching her food, like what does she think she is. And shes always gossiping. And shes so stupid thinking brun og blid is a good sponsor. And did you notice her clothes still have the tags on. Does she return them to hide how poor she is, or does she steal them? And did you know her mom is propably alcoholic or homeless or something? And she sents messages with this guy about nudes and is probably cheating on Magnus. Because everybody knows hes more into her than shes into him.

Conclusion: pov changes how you see things (shocking revalation nr 1) and gossip is really dangerous (shocking revalation nr 2).

So what can we take from this in regards to season 4? Sana needs to talk to people! And she needs to hear the stories from the people in the stories. Not from third parties! And she cant always trust her pov. Sometimes there is more to it than what you saw or felt or thought in a situation.

EXO Reaction to you being a life guard and saving them

Xoxo, Admin A~

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*Probably will pretend to be in danger again so he has the opportunity to ask you out xD*


“What… where am I? Am I dead? Am I seeing in angels? You must be an angel… in a swimsuits… so angels have holidays too?”


*He’d probably stay in the beach until you finally accept to go out for dinner with him* “It’s the least thing I can do for you, for saving my life”


*He’d come back a few weeks later to check on you, thank you and properly ask you out* “Doing it in that moment didn’t seem right… so I waited… I hope you say yes. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you”


*This is the face he’ll have for the rest of the day* “Her lips.. my lips… she saved me.. how did it happen… they said summer was about adventures but I didn’t think it would actually happen to me” 


*He’s very thankful but also shy and doesn’t know what to say while you stare at him and check if he’s injured* “I should… I should say something but… I can’t and… her hands are soft… nono I shouldn’t be thinking of that.. ahh.. I’m about to faint again..”


*He’s probably more dead in the inside than he ever was before you rescued him* “Oh no… here I was trying to impress the girl… and she ended up saving me… way to go Baek way to go… I should write about about dangerous ways of flirting”


*Maybe he’ll be the one saving you* “All you do is save people but… who saves you? Let me be you life guard, yes?” *so smooth*


*We’ll never know if it was part of his plan… but one thing we know for sure… he stole your heart the moment he opened his eyes*


*He’d probably be hiding under the sand for the rest of his life or until you come and save him again* “A girl… a girl… just touched my lips…”


*Can’t believe a pretty girl like you kissed him and saved him from drowning and he might die again out of embarrassment* 


*He’d definitely train to become a life guard and be by your side and protect you when you put your life at risk* “You saved my life once.. let me do it for you too..”

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

AOMG (5)

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

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|| AOMG Masterlist ||

AOMG Gang AU // Word Count; 1,432

AOMG x Reader - Angst

a/n there’s going to be major angst in the next part, I hope you’re all prepared 

Grunts and curses could be heard from behind you, shouts and threats could be heard in front. You were tied to a chair, in the middle of the room, a room you were in only a few days ago. You opened your eyes and flinched as the single dim light shone in your eyes, you gradually shifted your eyes around the room trying to not draw attention to yourself.

In the corner of your eye, you could see a limp body, you could still see him breathing so he wasn’t dead - but he almost was. In front of you stood Simon next to an unfamiliar face and a familiar face, you squinted your eyes, trying to make out his face in the dark however you couldn’t put a name to the male.

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Stones [William Magnusson]

Prompt: William is best friends with the reader, and he gets jealous when she hooks up with Christoffer, making him realize his feelings for her. (x)

Pairing: William Magnusson x Reader, Chris Schistad x Reader

Fandom: Skam

Warnings: Chris and the reader making out. Mild swearing.

A/N: I wrote this while listening to Stones by Heuse (ft. Chris Linton and Emma Sameth). It’s an amazing song that I feel (kind of) suits the prompt, so maybe go listen to it? As always, I hope you like this!

William had thought of (Y/N) as a sister during his whole life. They’d grown up together, almost like siblings, because both his and her dad had been best friends since high school. They’d always been the one to go to when they were having a bad day, for they could always count on the other to make things better. Even when William’s life was a complete mess, (Y/N) was always able to make it all better somehow. William had always thought of her as his sister - until that night.

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Jaqen H'ghar being in your debt. 


“A girl should know better than to wonder in the dark by herself.”

Spinning around on your heel, you scanned the empty courtyard until your eyes traveled up the steps to the castle wall, finding the red and white haired man looking down at you with a knowing smile. 

“Jaqen, “ You sighed in relief. “Have I not said before that it’s rude to sneak up on people like that?”

“A man must ask forgiveness.” He said, his eyes following you as you walked up the stone steps to stand beside him, looking out into the open fields on the other side of the old castle wall. “This man did not mean to startle you.”

“You didn’t startle me.” You insisted, lifting your chin up in a authoritative manner. “What do you want?”

“A man has his debts. A man owes one.”

“One what?”

“Lovely girl,” He said, “You saved me, meaning you stole a life from the Red God. We have to give it back. Speak a single name and the man will do the rest.”

“I can name anyone and you’ll kill them?” 



You know what? I’m not some cheap girl you can toy with… you scumbag. You stole everything from Shiho… You destroyed her… Now it’s your turn! I will rob you of everything…!

My… It’s taken far too long. Tell me… Who is going to avenge her if you don’t? Forgiving him was never the option… Such is the scream of the other you that dwells within… I am thou, thou art I… We can finally forge a contract… There you go… Nothing can be solved by restraining yourself. Understand? Then I’ll gladly lend you my strength.

I hear you… Carmen. You’re right. No more holding back…! 

anonymous asked:

Hi please don't ignore me I need help this user on Google plus Ryan Pratt is stealing art like alot including loud house art and he's so horrible he legit stole box art for a doll from monster high and didn't even get the name right I can't find the real artist to help them and aware them please help me find me them and aware other loud house fans who make art I beg you its a getting ridiculous

Hi there! So I looked this guy up, and turns out he has been stealing A LOT of art, and claiming it as his. He’s also stolen pictures of girls and saying that it’s him. I took some screenshots to show you guys. (I’m going to put it under a read more though so it doesn’t get really big)

If you are an artist and you draw My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Star vs the Forces of Evil, Pokemon, Monster High, The Loud House, or Teen Titans, then this guy might have reposted your art and claimed it as his. So I suggest you check out his account and report him.

Even if you’re not an artist, please go report this guy.

(This isn’t even fan art. This is the box art of a doll, and it’s not even Draculaura)

I think that’s enough. I looked through this guy’s page and he has stolen art for more fandoms as well, but the ones listed are the main ones.

Anyway please go report this guy! Art theft is never okay!!

Bittersweet III

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

Reader x Min Yoongi // College!AU //  1.8k words

Genre: Angst, Future Fluff?

Warnings: Language, Alcohol & Drug Abuse

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“You then feel a chill spread throughout your body as you’re faced with the last person you wanted to meet, your best friend..”

“What the fuck..” 

“’s not what it looks like..” 

“So you didn’t just throw a bottle of vodka at the wall?”

“N-no, I did but what I mean is I didn’t drink it!” He walks towards you and smells you. 

“Bullshit, you reek of vodka!”

“No! what had happened was I had a moment of weakness! I was feeling like shit so I thought a shot wouldn’t hurt but I couldn’t bring myself to do it!” 

Your neighbors then start gathering outside your door cause this has never happened before. Yoongi and you have always been chill so for you guys to be arguing, it’s surreal. 

“You’ve been clean these past few years!! what happened!? How could you do this to your mom, to me, to yourself?!” 

“You’re not listening!! I didn’t I swear!” 

“I should’ve known, once an addict always an addict..” He says with the same face he gave you back when you overdosed.  

“Y/N, Are you okay? I told you not to drink so much” Vanessa says as she rushes to your side and checks your bleeding hand. 

“You knew she was drinking?” Yoongi questions

“Yeah when I came earlier in the day she was distressing but I didn’t know she was a former addict, if you would’ve told me then I would’ve stopped her, I’m so sorry sugabear..” She leans in and whispers to you “I told you that I didn’t plan on ruining your bond, cause you’d do it all on your own..” You yank your hand away from her, your blood boiling with anger.

“I thought our bond meant more to you y/n, we’ve always been there for each other. If you were struggling then you should’ve come to me! Instead of ignoring me these past couple weeks!”

“It does! so are you really gonna believe her over me!?” At this point instead of feeling sad or guilty, you feel furious that he doesn’t believe you, your world is falling apart before your eyes once more and you can’t hold back the tears. 

“Crying won’t fix this y/n!” Your legs give out, you see his eyes flicker with hesitance and pain for a sec before returning to his cold stare. 

“Y/n!” You look up and see Taehyung run to your side, you guys aren’t really close but you’d consider him a friend since he’s in some of your classes plus you’ve done projects together. 

“Taehyung, why?”

“Are you okay? What happened?!” He tries to help you up, but you feel no strength in your legs. You usually kept to yourself during class, he thought you were too serious at first until he saw how you lit up when in Yoongi’s presence.  He fell for your smile at an instant, the sound of your laugh, he wished he was the one bringing you such happiness so for him to see you like this, all broken and Yoongi causing it, he can’t believe it. 

“Let me guess, you’ve been her drinking buddy these past weeks?” Taehyung clenches his fist, he can’t believe what he’s hearing. 

“You get her to do drugs too?!” 

“The fuck is your problem” He grabs Yoongi by his collar “Don’t you see that she’s injured?! Shouldn’t the first thing you do as her so-called best friend is to check if she’s okay before lecturing her!” 

“Tae, just let it be” He turns to you and begins to help you up

“Tae? you guys on nickname bases? Don’t tell me you traded pills for se-” Before Yoongi could finish Taehyung had already punched him. If not for the wall behind him you’re sure he’d be on the floor. Vanessa goes to help him but he just shoves her hand away and spits out blood. 

“I can’t do this anymore y/n..”

“Look, I-I’m sorry that you don’t believe me but I don’t know what else to do..I’d say that I’ll do anything to prove to you that I’m not lying but as my best friend, I shouldn’t have to.” 

“You don’t need to prove yourself to him, or anyone y/n” Taehyung says as he picks you up bridal style and starts carrying you out.

“We’re done” Are the last words Yoongi says, he doesn’t even bother to look your way as you leave before disappearing from your sight. 

That night Taehyung applied first aid to your hand and his roommate Jimin brought home a cake to cheer you up which you appreciated. You put a strong face in front of them to not cause them any trouble and if they knew you were in pain they let you be, thankfully. Taehyung showed you to the spare bedroom cause he said you shouldn’t be alone tonight. You go to lie down on the bed, you were finally alone and let your mask come off. The pain you felt today is ten times worse than when your parents divorced, Yoongi had always been there to ease the pain but now you were all alone. That night you spent, you cried all the tears you could before falling asleep, you made a promise to yourself, that you’d never cry over Yoongi or anyone ever again. 

The following day you checked with your friend Namjoon aka RM who is a well-known rapper and producer if Yoongi was at the studio to which he confirmed. You then went to your apartment and started packing all your shit, luckily you weren’t a hoarder and only kept necessities so all your clothes fit into your suitcases. Your cousin Sara, who just got back that same day from studying abroad rushed over to help you. She offered you to stay with her since her place was still near campus and she had a spare room to which you accepted. Once you finished settling in your new room, you went to check on Sara so you two can catch up since she’s been in France training as a contemporary dancer these past four years but now she’s officially back.

“You going to tell me what happened between you two?” She asks as soon as you walk into her room.

“Do I really have to?” You groan as you sit on her bed while she continues unpacking her suitcases.

“Look, we may be cousins but you know you have always been like a little sister to me so the fact that you moved out means this is serious and you’re hurting. Let me help, talk to me..” 

“I appreciate it, really but I’m honestly over it..”

“W-what? Over it? You’ve been in love with him since you were kids!”

“Excuse me? I’ve just realized my feelings for him but you’re telling me I loved him since I was a little girl?” You scoff.

“That’s cute and all but I swear you two have been in love with each other since the beginning. He’s been with you through it all and honestly, I was jealous of you two”

“With each other? He definitely doesn’t love me and Jealous? Why would you have any reason to be jealous? You’re the one who distant yourself from me..”

“I only did so cause I was upset, he stole you from me but to be honest I don’t know if I could’ve been there for you the way he was. Y/n, the bond you guys have won’t be broken so easily.” 

“I’m sorry you felt that way and I wouldn’t be so sure about our bond. He’s the one who said we’re done, what’s worse was he didn’t even bother looking at me as he said it, he didn’t care enough to do so.” She walks over to you and holds your hand.

“Sorry for being gone these past few years but I’m here now” 

“Sara, I never told anyone this not even Yoongi but I’ve been carrying this guilt these past couple years. My parents as you know said they divorced because of irreconcilable differences but I heard them that night on my birthday before they divorced. That they only got married cause my mom was pregnant with me and that I’m old enough to understand. Explain to me how a fourteen-year-old is supposed to deal with knowing they were the reason their parents were together and broke up. Since that day I hated celebrating my birthday, so I went about distracting myself. I know I fucked up in high school, I went about it the wrong way. The night I overdosed, the pain couldn’t be numbed anymore so I took a few extra pills even if it wasn’t intentional, I could’ve died. After rehab, when I went back to school everyone tip-toed around me acting like if I was some fragile being, all because of Yoongi. I know he had good intentions but I hated it, to be treated differently from everyone else! So even though I had promised myself to not let them down again I went further. I decided to be the perfect daughter, best friend, and student but I’m done trying to be this perfect person for my mom and Yoongi. It’s exhausting to please everyone and when I’m having a bad day they think I’ll return to the old me as if I didn’t know any better. I’m not as fragile as they think!” Before you realized it you were already crying even though you said you weren’t going to anymore. Sara embraces you tightly while you compose yourself, once you stopped crying she lets you go.

“Y/n, now that you’ve told me this, you need to let go of the guilt and be free. I want you to love yourself and put yourself first starting today. It’s not too late to take off the mask and stop being this perfect girl. I know you love your mom and even though you had this falling out with Yoongi, I know you still love him also but fuck them. You shouldn’t live for anyone else but you.” You look at her bewildered, to be honest, you weren’t expecting her to respond this way so you don’t know how to react but she’s right. You’ve lived this way too long, it’s time for you to be your true self. 

“My art professor recommended me to an elite program abroad in the U.K. recently she said she was gonna call me if I was accepted..”

“That’s great, so if you’re accepted would you go?” Just when you’re about to reply your phone rings, it’s your professor, you hesitate to answer. Sara grabs your phone, answers for you and then passes it to you. A minute later you hang up and look at Sara, who is staring at you anxiously waiting for a reply.

“I got in..”

A/N: Ahh I hope you enjoy this chapter, I’m curious as to what y/n will do? Also what Yoongi will do once he finds out she is no longer living with him o: Are these two really over? I guess we will find out next week~ ♥

Being Niall’s girlfriend would include:
  • Him smiling when he comes home to see lying in bed with his t shirt on because he really likes seeing you in his over sized shirts
  • Stolen kisses on chilly mornings when neither of you want to move from the warm bed
  • Automatically being best friends with the other boys and them making sure you treat Niall well since you’re the first girl he’s brought to meet them
  • Sitting with him while he watches sports and not really understanding much or caring but enjoying how passionate about it he is
  • Him inviting all the boys over to watch the game and you end up playing hostess before Niall forces you to sit on his lap and help him cheer for his team
  • Niall making up cheesy excuses to cuddle even though you’d eagerly cuddle him anytime he wanted
  • Receiving texts telling you to “turn on channel 13 before you miss us singing”
  • He would make sure you watch every tv interview and performance they had
  • Restless nights when neither of you could sleep so you’d invite him over and he’d show up in his pajamas with bed head and a bag of McDonald’s as a welcoming gift
  • Waking up during the middle of the night to him laughing at some late night show and kicking him to shut up since it’s three am and you’re exhausted
  • Finding random one direction merch around the house such as cups, bracelets and even a few blankets and always somehow managing to find more random merch in the most random places
  • You don’t question this merch either because he’s Niall and he loves One Direction
  • Making him go on late night runs to the store because you’re dying for cookie dough ice cream and Niall was kind enough to finish the last of it without asking you yesterday
  • “I also got us some mint chocolate chip, moose track ice cream and some sprinkles and chocolate syrup because they all seemed delicious.” “I didn’t think I could love you any more than I already did, Niall.”
  • Him really wanting to teach you guitar and you failing awfully but him still being extremely encouraging and patient with you
  • Niall taking you to every award show they appeared at and holding you close to him to pose for couple photos on the red carpet.
  • Glaring at anyone who looked at you in your designer dress, that he insisted on buying for you, for what he deemed to be a moment too long
  • The following morning seeing all his retweets of his photos with you along with a tweet like “So glad my girl joined me at the ama’s. She stole everyone’s spotlight and lit up the entire room.”
  • Showing you off every chance he had because he’s so proud that he found a girl like you
  • Trying to keep up with his insatiable sex drive
  • Waking up with a text from him, only to open it to see he sent you a video of him jerking off
  • Little gasps and moans leaving his mouth as he fucked his hand
  • “Wish you were here, baby. Your mouth treats me so much better than my hand does.”
  • Niall buying you frilly lace panties with some bows on them just so he can see you walking around the house in them and one of his shirts–or even just them.
  • Saying something that reminded him of some song he hadn’t heard in years but suddenly remembered every word of and now felt the urge to sing the entire song to you
  • Attempting the typical couple date night of dinner and a movie but getting bored halfway through and deciding to head to a bar for a much more fun night
  • Him stealing your phone all the time to take hundreds of selfies of himself with different poses and props
  • Picking one of those photos to set as your background so when you see it he can see you grin at his adorableness
  • “You’re such a weirdo, Niall.” “Okay, but you still love me.” “Do I?” “You better or I’m gonna eat that Chinese food you’ve been saving for dinner.” “You better not…” “Watch me!”


Flashes of the Future (Part 4)

Summary: James loves telling stories to his little bundle of joy.

Pairing: James Buchanan Barnes x Reader

Words: 1814

Warnings: None.

A/N: Enjoy the fluff. Hope you like it. See the Masterlist for the other chapters and/or Series Masterlist for more context.

Originally posted by seabasschino

Chapter 4: A Flash of New Beginnings 

Following the demonstration of [Y/N]’s persuasive capabilities, James had finally consented to a visit to the doctor to hopefully treat the symptoms that were a result of the war. It was the right decision in the end. When the doctor informed him of the high number of men who had come to his door for similar issues, James felt reassured knowing he was not alone… that it was not just in his head, but a real issue. Battle fatigue, the doctor called it. James was not a lesser man for experiencing it. Any man had a breaking point, they said. It put James’ mind at rest, and he owed it all to [Y/N].

With time and continuous treatment his nightmares gradually disappeared, and the guilt and shame he felt for surviving lessened. It never really did go away, it was always somewhere in the back of his mind, but at least he had found a way to deal with it. Like [Y/N] said he had to. And then… the next best thing after [Y/N] happened. She gave birth to their first child. Alexandra Madelene Barnes. How would he ever repay the gratitude he felt for his wife? When Alex was born everything changed for them. They were no longer just two young lovers who were enjoying their newfound freedom, and the passion that went with it, in the sanctity of their home. They had a bigger purpose now, a more important one, and that was providing for and loving their daughter endlessly. Alex gave meaning to his life. She made it all worth it.  

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