“You look lovely today my lady.” He complemented, pulling her closed to his side.
“Thank you, your grace.” You smiled thankfully.
“Joffrey, please.” He spoke kindly, stopping at a bench.
“Joffrey.” You paused, closing your eyes fearing a blow to your cheek but when none came you sighed and look at him, and he flashed you a cat-like smile, “Joffrey, thank you for taking time to walk with me.”
Though it was you who requested my company.
He smiled brighter, growing into a smirk and dropped your arm for your hand, “Yes.. Sit with me.” He spoke emotionless and you obeyed quickly looking at the flowers instead of him, still slightly afraid.
“The flowers are beautiful yo- Joffrey.”
“I’m sure they are nothing compared to the ones Highgarden, I am sure.”
“Neigh.” You forced a smile as the lie fell through your lips, “Everything is more beautiful in the capital.”
“Certainly.” He sighed in a whispered tone as he grabbed your cheek and turned you to meet his eyes, placing his hand under your chin and not moving it. “Y/N… I have brought you here today, to the spot were we first met, for a reason.”
“Yes, your grace.”
“Sorry… Joffrey…” You blinked and portrayed a look of innocence in attempts to hide your fear. But his gripped stronged as he placed his other hand on your cheek.
Joffrey smiled gently, “Lady Y/N Tyrell… I know I am promised to your sister-”
Oh gods… Oh Gods please no…
“And I did love her for her beauty. But then I laid eyes on you.. And the moment I did my world stopped… What I am trying to say is I have moved my bethrothal to you other than your sister and we will be married by months end and I couldn’t be happier.”
You were gaping but you couldn’t hide your shock.
You needed to get out, right now.
“May I be excused, your grace?” You asked, pulling away, standing up and walking off, before getting your response Tears of fear and panic cluttered your face as you bit your lips to stop a sob from escaping your mouth.
The sand felt nice on your as you walked along the beach, your friend carrying your shoes in his hands.
“You are right, Jorah.” You smiled at him, then at the ocean beside you, “This truly is beautiful.”
He smiled thoughtfully at you, nodding in agreement and a calming silence filled the area.
“How is the Khaleesi?” He asked, breaking silence.
“Doing the best she can I suppose.” You shrugged sadly, “She is so strong and brave. yet so graceful. I wish sometimes that I held her faith and strength.”
Jorah smiled at this, grabbing your hand and giving it a small squeeze as you looked at him, then back out at the never ending sea as it spit in your face.
You sighed, knowing that there was no use in waiting.
If I do not tell him, Dany will.
“Jorah?” You questioned looking at him, he made a small hmmm, and looking at you, your hands shaking and you looked away. I must do it now…. “Jorah I have these feelings for you… And I have to know if you share these feelings at all or if… If I not I would not like to lose our frien-”
He cut you off by placing a sweet kiss to your forehead, squeezing your hand tightly. Murmuring against your brow, he said, “I have found myself loving you as well, Y/N”
Smiling at this, you looked up at him, leaning on his shoulder saying a silent thank you to the gods that you did not make a fool of yourself.
Tear flooded your eyes as you looked at his body.
This literally cannot be happening… You thought. Why is this happening…
“M-May I please have a moment alone?” You questioned the men, not looking back to see their response, only hearing the door shut.
It was then when you threw yourself onto the slab and clung to your friends dead body, sobbing uncontrollably.
He is cold. Cold and bruised and scraped. Something he should never be.
Shaking, you placed your lips to his forehead and hugged him, whispering in his ear silent things that you had kept secret. You whispered of your love for his eyes, for his hair, for his mind, for him, and trembled at the sight of his pale skin.
You barely noticed when a women placed her hand on her shoulder and a man picked you up, setting you on a bed where you fell into a dreamless sleep.
You woke up to warm breath and the tickle of beard against your neck, the sent of pine filling your nose. Looking up, you saw those dark eyes that you had fallen for such a long time ago and reached up, cupping his face with your hands.
“Have I died from grief, my love?” You spoke weak and hoarsely, blinking several times as Jon moved closer to you.
He shook is head, a smile brightly on his lips, one you had never seen in your life. You made a small o with your lips, your voice hurting too much to respond causing both of your eyes to water slightly.
“I heard your words.” Jon confessed.
“Did you?” You asked, too weak to figure out if he was truthful or not.
He nodded, “Aye.” He smiled again giving you a small gentle peck on your lips and pulling your weak body up as to hug you tightly. When at last pulling apart, you placed your forehead to his as he mumbled against your lips, “I feel the same.”
“Are you doing alright Lady Y/N? Truly?” He asked panicked as you nodded, grabbing his hand as you knew it calmed him down.
He was afraid, and rightfully so. A Baratheon in the North? It was danger which is why he locked you in his own tent, you sleeping in the day and him at night, though truthfully neither of you got much sleep.
You had told him all the plans you, knew, which wasn’t much but his words fear was one of his men finding you here and hurting you, perhaps even throwing you in a cell with your Uncle Jamie. Who knows what would happen from there.
“Robb your generosity is something I cannot thank you enough for.” You smiled lightly, “I am safer here than I was in King’s Landing.” You squeezed his hand gently, causing him to exhale and kneel beside you, his eyes never straying from yours. “I… I am so sorry Robb.” You sighed gently, tears in your eyes as you looked away. “I wish I could have-”
“You were packing and on your way to me, Y/N. There is nothing you could do.” He sighed to quickly, something you assumed he was doing to mask his tears. “I am sorry about your father as well.”
Smiling at the memory of your Lord Father, you looked down and sighed, “He died justly. Peacefully. It was the only way I could imagine him going I suppose.” Robb and you both chuckled at this and silence once again fell until Robb broke it.
“I.. I think I am love with you, Y/N.”
Your heart panged in your chest and you looked at the ground blinking slightly until you kneeled beside him, wrapping him in a tight embrace.
“I think I am in love with you too Robb.”
“Can’t we go on a walk around the garden?” You smirked at him, “Aren’t you bored?” He looked up from his desk and eyed you as you toyed with books off the shelf. Gently smiling, he looked back at his paper work. “C’mon Tommy!”
“Fine.” He confessed, “I am bored. These people think they get so much for doing so little. But I am the King. It is my duty to finish this. Ser Pounce is sure in need of a bit of fresh air though-”
You sighed, picking up the cat and sitting on Tommen’s desk, the cat being put in your lap as you stroked his ears, “ Tommy I haven’t seen you properly since Joffrey died-”
“Nor I you since the Red Wedding.” He spoke in agreement, taking a free hand to pet his cat. “Look… Y/N I-”
“Is this for the wedding?” you asked, seeing an envelope with the Tyrell Rose on it. Tommen nodded, a strange look on his face and you bit your tongue to prevent yourself from swearing, “I am very excited for you my friend.”
He chuckled curtly, “I am not.”
You eyed him suspiciously and looked him up and down, “Why not Tom?”
“She is a beauty. Any man would be lucky to call her his Lady wife, but there is such an age gap.” He pursed his lips, “Besides, my heart lies with someone else.”
Your heart skipped a beat at this. You knew that it couldn’t be you, but you truly hoped. I am a traitors daughter. A deserters sister. You reminded yourself I mean nothing to him.
“Who?” you asked numbly. Though you did not really want to know, it was polite to ask.
Tommen blushed and dropped his pen, reaching for your hand across the desk with one arm, and the other turned you to face him. His eyes were the softest and most gentle you had ever seen and it as though you were having a conversation with your eyes.
Forcing him to drop your hand you fell into his arms, looking up at him so you could respond.
I love you to Tommen. I have always loved you.
You couldn’t stop crying. You knew you had to, but you couldn’t. It was worse, somehow, when “Reek” had come to walk you down the isle.
Instead, you ran to him, wrapping your arms tightly around him and sobbed into his shoulder.
“Please don’t make me do this.”
“I don’t want to marry him.” You let go of Reek and began pacing. “He’s a foul creature. A monster. He’ll kill me I’m certain.”
He slowly made his way before you to reach out and touch you. “Y/N.” He repeated, still in a whisper, clearly not audible to your panic.
“He’ll poison me with his seed and as soon as I pop out a son he’ll feed me to the hounds like all the daughters I birthed before our boy.”
“Y/N!” He yelled at last but you weren’t listening.
“No… No maybe he won’t.” You pondered, oddly calm, “Maybe he’ll throw me from a tower. Or maybe he’ll cut off my legs so I can’t-”
Reek cut you off by grabbing you tightly and pressing his shaking lips to your temple, knowing it calms you.
“Y/N…” He whispered again, “I don’t want you to marry him either.”
“Re-No… No Theon… Theon…” He smiled gently, “More or less.. Theon Greyjoy would say he has loved you for the longest time and will defend you to the best of your ability. And will kill anyone who tires to catch your fancy,”
You laughed quietly and squeezed him tightly, “Y/N Stark would say that she shares his feelings and would wed him right now to save the two of them to the bastard she is promised to.”
He kissed your chin as he let you go, looking you up to down.
“Theon Greyjoy, and Reek I suppose, must protect their lady. Starting with this.” He dropped a small vial in your hands and you looked at it confused, “Drink it now.”
You almost dropped it when a knock came at your door.
“Reek! Hurry now! Everyone is freezing.” The bastard yelled from outside the door, “Tell my bride to walk down naked if she must! I will not wait another-”
“Take it. Now my lady. Hurry.”
You obeyed and forced the liquid into your mouth, Theon, taking the bottle once you had finished and threw it into the fire, linking arms with you and leading you outside.
And you cried out again. Tears of fear, loss and helplessness, but oddly enough, tears of joy.
“Why are you here, mi-lady?” He questioned you. “Is everything alright?”
You smiled at him, bowing your head before you sat at his desk, a small blush on your face.
“I am sorry to disrupt you, my lord but it is a matter of most importance.”
Tyrion dropped his pen and looked up from his piece of paper, his mind filling with concern as he went through all the possibilities big or small.
Are you dying? Are you leaving?
Did something happen to your family? Did something happen to his family?
Are you hurt? Are you sick?
“My Lord?” You asked, your eyes filling with his concern, “My lord are you all right?”
He nodded, grabbing your hand and forcing a smile, “Quite. What Is the matter?”
You sighed and squeezed his hand tight before releasing the grip to calm yourself, “I have… How do I say it… I have grown feelings… But they are improper.. And I have tried to push them away but I have failed.
“Feelings?” He spoke numbing, fearing the response you would give, “Feelings for Joffrey?”
“For my lord father?”
“For Gods sake.. Please tell me they aren’t for the Queen regent!?”
You chuckled slightly at this, “Nay my Lord. I have grown feelings for you.”
His eyes widened at this and he opened his mouth to release an Oh, but no noise came out as he sat in shock.
“I am sorry my lord. I know of the improper nature, for I am a serving girl and you are a high born Lord but I thought it best to tell you that-”
“Nay.” He repeated and you tilted your head to the sighed, “No don’t say another word about impropertity cause I do not care.” He smiled brightly at you and brought your hand to his lips, “Meet me here come nightfall. We shall take a walk.” You bowed your head, smiling before standing up and walking to the door before he stopped you.
“Oh and Y/N.”
“Yes my Lord?”
“Thank you for telling me.” He smirked at you.
For I feel the same and never would have told you the truth
Summary: Y/N comes from one of the richest families in New York. Peter crushes hard on her but knows they could never happen.
AN: i honestly love this story so much and i had such a blast writing it i’ll definitely miss writing it :( i have new ideas for song inspired fics like this i can’t guarantee that they’ll all have multiple parts like uptown girl bec school is coming up again and i just don’t have the time to commit to something like that lol so thank you again and see you in my next fic! :)
you might want to listen to this for the road lmao
I gaped at my best friend sitting by my windowsill. Peter was clad in the now iconic red and blue suit.
“Y-you’re S-spider-Man.” I breathed out.
“Yeah.” He swung his legs over the windowsill and walked towards me. I looked at his face and his suit, trying to absorb this new information. Peter looked worried that I was so quiet. “Please say something.”
Suddenly everything made sense. The mysterious bruises he would get. His disappearances coinciding with Spider-Man’s appearances on the news. Oh my god. My best friend’s Spider-Man.
I remember how to spell somewhat difficult or odd words by thinking of them in parts of several words I already know or sounds spelled phonetically and just stringing it together. So I remember how to spell Padparadscha by thinking of it like pad + parade + scha.
Scha isn’t a word I already know, of course, instead, I think of it like a name with the other parts tacked on, so “scha” is the only part I need to actually remember, and it’s easy ‘cause it’s only one syllable
I don’t get it, why is he so mean to me? Why does he hate me so much? I should hate him for the way he is towards me, but I can’t help but… like him. There I said it, I like him and it sucks because I know for sure he doesn’t have those kinds of feelings for me. All the times that he’s rude towards me, it hurts. I can’t help but retaliate, but I’d never go as far as he would. It’s almost as if he doesn’t have a filter, he just says whatever comes to his mind. He doesn’t care if it hurts my feelings, he just says it.
Why do I like him you ask? I’ve liked him for a long time now, he has this charm about him that I couldn’t help but fall for. He’s attractive, he’s talented and just perfect, minus the attitude. I’ve seen BTS’s concert and I swear when I saw him perform Awake, I cried like a baby. His voice is so soothing, so angelic and that high note he pulled, boy oh boy did that hit me. He’d never see me that way though and it sucks, but I’d like to be friends at least, but that’s not happening anytime soon.
I’m over at the dorm, bringing food along with me. All their favourites including Jin’s favourite fried chicken. The boys think that I bought it for myself but truth is I bought it for him. Not like that matters though since he’s not going to eat it. He just left the living room and went to his shared room with Yoongi. Not once coming out to play with us.
“Noona why doesn’t hyung like you?” Jungkook asked, whilst taking a bite of the pasta.
“I’d honestly like to know that myself.”
“Don’t you hate him too?” he carried on.
“Of course not, I just can’t help but retaliate sometimes because his attitude is so damn awful.” I say and Jungkook almost choked on his pasta laughing.
That’s when I hear footsteps marching into the living room, footsteps that stopped right in front of no one other than me.
“You think my attitudes awful? Are you deluded? I honestly don’t see how the guys are friends with you, you’re annoying, stupid and ugly as fuck. You’re not welcome here now get the fuck out.” Jin demanded with so much force in his voice, every single word he spat at me I felt as though were daggers hitting me. I looked up at him and his face held such a look that I didn’t think it was human to make such a face. The face filled with hatred and disgust. A tear fell from my eye and I quickly wiped it away. His outburst caused everyone to stop and stare, it was silent until I broke it.
“I’m sorry, see you guys I’m going to head home now.” I say grabbing my bag and rushed straight out the door, I ran down flights and flights of the stairs and didn’t stop running until I was far enough, where there were no people around, where I finally fell to my knees and cried.
Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier, You are part of the Avengers and Dating Bucky Barnes, Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha, you catch them in the act and things go downhill from there. You are a Mutant with Similar powers to Jean, Only with Immortality thrown in.
Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader
Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression.
Your three days were up. It was time to go back to the compound to face Bucky and Natasha, and you had dragged Logan along for moral support. He had grumbled and fought you on it, eventually relenting by saying he would start packing up the meager belongings you’d kept in your bedroom at the compound.
Stepping out of the elevator, your nerves make themselves known. You really do not want to be here, do not want to see him, or her. On the verge of panic, hyperventilating wildly, Logan grabs your hand, giving it a quick squeeze, and muttering, “Almost done, sweetheart. You can do this.” Gathering your remaining strength, coating it in a layer of bravado, you make your way to the meeting room where the Avengers have settled to discuss your transfer.
“Morning,” you mumble as you enter, avoiding the pained gaze of Bucky.
“Well, hey there stranger,” Tony quips. “You ready?” You had spoken to Tony as soon as Logan had informed you that he had received the call from Charles. He wasn’t happy with your decision, but he respected it nonetheless.
“Yeah, I’m ready,” you reply.
“Alright! Let’s get this started,” he says as he claps his hands together, the sudden noise pulling a flinch out of you. “(y/n) is being transferred out to an undisclosed location, to help head up an all Mutant team.” You screw your eyes shut as a slew of protests erupt around the room. You can’t bear to look at any of them; to see the hurt on their faces.
“(Y/N) what the hell?” comes Steve voice. “You disappear for three days and then come back to tell us your leaving?” he asks, disbelief coloring his tone.
“Steve,” you sigh. “I can’t be here anymore. I can’t offer you a better explanation than that.” As your gaze catches Bucky’s, he’s looking at you like he’s going to break apart any second. His entire being screams defeat, and you can’t help but feel guilty. Casting your gaze down, you mumble, “I’m sorry, I made a promise to you all, but I need to do this for me. If you ever need me, I’m just a phone call away.” Lurching to your feet, you rush to leave, reaching the door in record time. Flinging it open, you race out, frantically searching for Logan.
Spotting him lounging on a chair, your bags packed at his feet, you walk quickly toward him. “We need to go. Right now,” you hiss when you hear footsteps behind you. Grabbing Logan by the hand, you try desperately to move his adamantium filled behind out of the chair and toward the elevator.
“I see you moved on fairly quickly, (y/n),” comes Bucky’s angry declaration causing you to freeze mid step; frustration and hurt welling inside you.
“At least I waited until we broke up, Barnes!” you retort scathingly.
“This him?” Logan asks, eerily calm. You don’t reply as you whirl around to face Bucky, stopping dead at the sight of Natasha next to him.
“Listen, Bub, you need to back the fuck off. Haven’t ya done enough harm?” Logan snarls, advancing menacingly on Bucky.
“This is not your fight, Logan!” you yell, grabbing for his hand, trying to keep them apart which sets Bucky off. He pulls back his metal fist and lands a hard punch to Logan’s jaw; the resounding clang of metal on metal leaves your ears ringing, and you wait for the shit storm that’s about to be unleashed. “Logan,” you plead as he unsheathes his claws.
Taking his classic fight stance, claws singing when he runs them together, Logan eyes Bucky up and down. “Alrigh’ Bub. Ya asked for it!”
Logan runs at Bucky while you try and yank him back by the edge of his shirt. It tears, sending you falling onto your ass as the force propels you backward. Bucky is holding his own, landing heavy blows to Logan’s body, who slashes a long gash into Bucky’s thigh.
“Stop!” Natasha screams, making a beeline for Logan.
You scramble upright, flinging out a blast of power that sends her into the wall. Focusing on the fighting men, you separate them forcefully with your mind. “ENOUGH!” you scream, voice amplified by your power. “Stop acting like children! Wait for me outside, Logan.” He growls like an angry animal, refusing to move toward the exit. “Logan, please!” you beg, and he finally relents, spitting at Bucky’s feet as he makes his retreat. What cuts and bruises he’d sustained were already healing, unlike Bucky whose blood was dripping onto the floor.
“What the hell was that!” Natasha yells at you. “Your friend nearly killed him!”
You can only stare at her in shock. “You, Natasha, have no right to speak to me. No right to look at me. Get the fuck out of my face before I ruin yours!” you snarl at her. She visibly pales at the threat, and Bucky appears to come to her rescue.
Except he hasn’t, his intentions made clear with his next words. “Don’t leave,” he murmurs, limping toward you, causing Natasha to gasp in surprise.
“W-what?” Natasha whispers.
“Please baby, don’t leave. We can work this out,” he reiterates, ignoring Natasha, coming to a halt before you. “I can make this right, (Y/N),” he murmurs as he pulls you to his chest; his grip on you is nearly bone crushing. “I made a mistake, I’m sorry. Please don’t go.”
Natasha’s sharp intake of breath is filled with pain, and you feel slightly vindictive. She hadn’t been expecting this, and you debate for a second if you really need to go; if you couldn’t forgive him and move past this.
No, you think. There was no real guarantee he wouldn’t do it again. He had hurt you, he had shattered your sense of self worth with one action, and he had made you lose control of yourself. No. No matter how badly you wanted to stay with him, you needed time for reflection away from all of them.
“I’m sorry, Bucky,” you say as you push away from him. “But I can’t stay here, I can’t be with you. Not after what you did.” A stray tear pushes itself past your defenses and falls down your cheek. “I love you, but I won’t let you break me,” you say as you walk away, hands shaking and pain threatening to overwhelm you.
With every agonizing step you take away from him, you repeat to yourself, I can do this, I can do this, I can do this.
TW; Swearing, heavy bullying, a lot of crying, KIND OF FAT SHAMING I FEEL HORRIBLE, mentions suicide :<
AN; Slight Connor x Reader at end, dolls. This was really hard to write because it says some really mean things. I almost cried. aaaaand sorry this took so long, I’ve had a less than okay but not bad week. xoxo
WC; i dunno anymore lmao
You held Evan’s hand as you walked through the
hallway, your small group of friends behind you guys. People didn’t dare
mess with you when they were around. Everyone knew they would make a
scene and probably start a fight. So people made fun of you when they
“Guys, do you have any plans this weekend?” Jared said, looking between you all.
“Not really,” Evan smiled, squeezing your hand.
“Nope.” Connor mumbled, his hands stuffed in his pockets.
Zoe and I were going to have a sleepover and do our homework, but you
guys can totally join if you’d like!” Alana cheered, Zoe nodding at her
“Sure, as long as it doesn’t turn into some weird orgy.” Connor added, pointing at you and Evan.
c’mon Connor!” Jared yelled, “You’d tap this!” Jared hit his own ass
and ran ahead a few steps. Connor shook his head with a chuckle.
“I-I’m up for it!” Evan added, smiling.
“Eww! Evan’s up for an orgy!” Zoe cried, laughing.
Everyone laughed except for Evan, who was embarrassed mess.
“We could have the sleepover at our house.” You said, glancing at Jared.
“Hell yeah!” Jared cried, already thinking of Just Dance and junk food.
“Hey pricks, this is where we all split up.” Connor added, waving goodbye.
“Love you, (Y/N).” Evan whispered when he kissed your cheek and turned into his classroom with Jared and Connor behind him.
“Bye tree lady!” Jared yelled with a laugh as he stepped into the class.
and Zoe waved goodbye as they turned a corner, heading towards their
class as well. Your attitude completely changed as soon as you were all
alone. You wrung your hands and looked down, heading to your class on
the other side of the building. People were whispering as you quietly
shuffled down the hallway. You could tell they were talking about you
because everyone craned their necks to watch you go by. Some people even
pointed and laughed. Your chest felt heavy as you sped up and suddenly
tripped in the middle of the hallway, landing in front of a group of
You stared at the ground with wide eyes, refusing to look
up. You hair was shielding your face, but everyone could tell you were
scared. You knew who was in front of you, and you didn’t want to deal with this on a Friday. This was the one girl who knew not only how to break you, but shatter you.
hair was pulled up aggressively, making you look up at the girl in
front of you. Anxiety swelled in your chest, and it was hard to breathe
“So, the little slut likes to sleep with my boyfriend?” The girl grinned like the Cheshire cat, leaning down slightly.
I would never-” You stuttered, earning a tug on your hair. The girl
pulled you by your hair, making you stand up to your feet slowly.
yeah? Then why does he know everything about your body and the way you
moan?” The girl growled, getting really close to you. The girl let go of
you, but the circle that had formed around you three blocked you from
leaving. A boy stepped up next to her and took one menacing glance at
“This slut? Oh yeah!” The boy laughed, his eyes dark. “She
had no dignity, and she practically rode me until I broke! She had
stretch marks and fat rolls all over! She screamed for me, and she was
so fucking loud!”
Tears had started to streamed down your face as you stared at this boy you had never even seen before. Why were people so cruel?
i-impossible, I was w-with my boyfriend l-last night.” You whispered,
holding back a sob as people whispered, called you names, and even spat
on you. You were with Evan last night, and all of your friends new that
“Boyfriend? We all know that your ‘boyfriend’ is only
dating you because he would be forever alone otherwise. Don’t even get
me started on your dumb fucking friends.” The girl spat, shoving you
backwards. You landed at the feet of the girl’s best friend, and she
dumped a huge bottle of red koolaid on your head. Your white shirt
turned see through and stained. Your bra was visible, and people were
screeching with laughter. A sob erupted through your mouth as you stood
up and shoved past through the circle around you.
through the hallways, dripping red koolaid and tears. You stumbled a few
times, but kept going. You ran past a group of familiar people, and
they all called your name as you ran by. You didn’t stop running until
you reached your house, slamming the door open and wheezing for air.
ran up the stairs to your room, slamming the door shut and locking it.
You threw your backpack against the wall and flung yourself into your
bed. You sobbed so hard that your whole body hurt. You felt horrible and
embarrassed. Your phone buzzed and you looked up slightly, hoping it
was Evan or Jared texting you.
No, someone had just tagged you in a
video of the whole incident on Facebook. You let out a yell and threw
the phone against the wall, pulling on your hair and letting your body
shake with sobs. Your phone shattered as you heard a car screech into
the driveway. You rocked yourself and shook for what seemed like
forever. You hadn’t noticed your door handle jingling or the people
calling your name.You didn’t even look up as Jared and Evan bursted into
Your eyes were still squeezed shut when Evan held you in his arms, and Jared was trying to talk to you. You opened your eyes in time to see Connor dragging Jared out of the room, trying to show him the video.
Everyone was extremely worried, and they had every right to be. You had refused to tell anyone why you had tried to take your life only a year ago, before they all knew you. Jared was there, but you didn’t get along well that year, for some reason. So now they all took it as their responsibility to protect you, and make sure that never happened again.
Evan ran his fingers through your hair, his other hand gently holding your face.
“How long has this been happening? How long have they been– been..” Evan whispered, not wanting to hear the answer.
“S-Since Freshman y-year.” You hiccuped, watching Evan’s eyes scan you with realization.
“Is-is that why you would always come home with bruises? Is that why you–?” Evans eyes watered and his voice broke, he didn’t understand how people could do this to someone like you.
You nodded, silent tears dripping off your face.
“I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry.” Evan cried, pulling you into his arms.
Evan cried into your hair, wishing he could go back and help you. He wished you told him, but he wasn’t going to say that. He knew if he said that he’d be putting the blame on you.
You heard someone yelling angrily downstairs, and you slowly pulled yourself out of Evans embrace.
Your door was busted open and a fuming Jared stormed it.
He angrily hugged you, holding you tightly.
“I swear I will kill them, (y/n).” Jared growled.
“Nobody messes with the Kleinman twins.” You heard Connor say, earning a concerned laugh from Zoe and Alana.
“Are you okay, (y/n/n)?” You heard Alana ask, stepping forward.
You nodded and laughed, wiping a tear from your eyes.
“M-Much better, now that you’re all here.” You whispered, earning a hug from Evan. Jared backed away and paced angrily, his hands angrily pulling his hair.
“I can’t believe I didn’t know, they’re so– so- ugh!” Jared yelled loudly, sitting down with tears in his eyes.
Connor stepped forward and sat next to you, setting his hand on yours.
“Hey, I- We won’t let anybody touch you anymore.” Connor said softly, his face pink. “Don’t worry about those pricks anymore, okay?”
Connor smiled, which was rare. Your eyes were wide and you smiled, nodding.
“Thanks, guys. You’re all awesome.” You whispered, pulling your hand away from Connor’s to wipe your tears. Evan pulled you closer to him, and you noticed Jared was crying angrily. He had realized that this had been going on for a long time, and that this was why you probably tried to take your own life.
“I am seriously beating the shit out of everyone who has ever laughed at you, (Y/N).” Jared mumbled, wiping a tear from his eye.
It was happening again. The continuous melody of vibrations of your phone sang you to sleep every night. It was a constant stream of incoming messages and calls since the day he pulled out of your driveway. You had ignored every single one except for the one time when you both were drunk and screamed slurred syllables at each other until Mina ripped your phone from your palm and made you hang up.
Every time you left your apartment you held your breath, worried that his black car would be park outside your front door. But it never was. He had enough respect for you to know not to physically show up at your door. Probably worried that you would key up and down the sides of his precious piece of metal, not like you hadn’t thought about it before.
You swiped your phone into silent mode and do not disturb, hoping that for at least one night you would be able to fall asleep without hearing his voice ringing in your ears. Your breathing synced with your heartbeat as your eyelids falling heavy. “Please, not tonight.” you whispered as you gave into the sleep falling around you.
The curtains in your room were suddenly ripped open, blinding light came hurtling through the window as your eyes flew open. The sound of familiar hurried footsteps were pacing your floor, picking up everything you had been neglecting and placing them in their proper place.
“You’re disgusting, did you know that?” Mina huffed as she picked up a wet towel from the food floor and placed it into the hamper. “When was the last time you did laundry?”
You rolled over, covering your head with your pillows in an attempt to drown out your best friend. But Mina wasn’t having it. She ripped the blankets off your body and threw them on the ground, “Oh my god, Y/N. When was the last time you showered?” she dramatically plugged her nose to further emphasize her point.
“I really regret giving you an extra key.” you grumbled as you admitted defeated and sat up in bed.
Hi, I'm new to the fandom and I love larry soo much.. Can you tell me the significance of Harry's rings? Thanks 😘
Well, first of all…welcome. Second, what a time to enter into the fandom. Wow. But thank you for following me, that’s an honor.
Anyway, I have a lousy tagging system and always think I’m going to remember things but then don’t. So I can’t give you an extensive masterpost on his rings, but I will try to talk about the ones that seem most significant. @iftheresnolove and @tellmethisisnotlove and @lads-laddylads and @adifferentkindofson all are much more organized, so their tags are a great place to start with general fandom questions you might have about anything (but it seems not about rings because I already tried. LMAO). With that being said…here goes:
The Peace ring he’s been wearing on that right middle finger since April 2013 and he appears to never take it off. A lot of people have the head canon that it’s the first engagement ring that Louis gave him (because of course, Louis has proposed 6 million times - each time with a new ring). The Grateful Dead bear ring he’s also worn since June 2013 (if I’m not wrong) and was a constant along with the peace ring for a long time.
I’ve read posts that say the ring finger of the right hand is traditionally the wedding finger in same sex marriages, and Urban Dictionary says otherwise. I’m straight though, so I’d have to rely on someone else’s expertise there. But the fact that Harry’s been wearing that same silver ring on the middle finger of his left hand for 4 years now seems pretty significant. He also tends to indicate or play with this ring often when either he or Louis are asked about marriage or dating.
Harry added the turquoise ring (below) in 2014 and wore it consistently for a while until, I believe, it broke. There have been head canons that it’s Louis’ birthstone (December birthstone is turquoise) and lots of talk about the fact that turquoise is a blue/green stone (and, as you know, blue & green are Larry colors).
He’s worn numerous other rings through the years - some only showing up once or twice, and others being worn often. I’m not going to add them all here because it would take me a lifetime since he has so many. Suffice it to say, the boy loves accessories.
However, in addition to the peace ring, he has been wearing these two new ones on his right hand consistently throughout HS1 promo, so I’ll detail a bit.
The rose ring popped up when Harry was papped outside a London recording studio in March 2017. It also has a caterpillar inside. And Louis probablydefinitely bought it for him. There’s also a lot of speculation about this being connected to Harry’s rose tattoo which is, of course, connected to Louis’ dagger tattoo.
The red stone ring is fairly new as well. I’ve seen talk about it being Louis’ birthstone (he’s a Capricorn and the Capricorn birthstone is garnet) and that it’s possibly also another engagement ring.
Over the years there have been various rings that seemed to have some particular significance (such as the two he “shared” while Haige was being foisted upon us), but these 6 rings seem to be the main ones he wears/has worn on a regular basis. I hope that answers your question a bit!
Negative Numbers?(Bruce Wayne x Reader -Soul mate AU)
Soul mate AU where you have a number of steps left before you meet your Soul mate. Enjoy~ Possibly thinking of a part 2
Most people fantasized over the day they are going to meet their soul mates. Days and sometimes even a week is taken off from work to get mentally and physically prepared for meeting the love of your life. Their has been encounters from the typical coffee shop to even the more bizarre encounters of meeting in an isolated warehouse, but ultimately ended with a kiss and a partner for life.
-“Y/N!, Have you seen your counter it’s below two hundred!” Your friend gasped as she raised your lab coat sleeves above your counter.
-“Is it now?”
-“Earth to Y/N?, You’re meeting your soul mate today aren’t you excited?”
You stopped sorting out various files stared at your friend. A sluggish feeling invaded your body and you have drunk at least three cups of coffee in an unhealthy amount of time.
-“I’ll be excited when Mr. Wayne approves and continues to fund our research.”
Being apart of Wayne Biotech was filled with fascinating innovations that paved a path towards a better Gotham and a better world. In this facility there was researchers and scientists from all around the world striving towards a better future. Competition was common and only the best projects were fully funded from the man himself, Bruce Wayne.
Being the head researcher of your group held nothing but late hours and multiple days of stress. Every couple years your boss Bruce Wayne would come out to his faculties to look over the projects that were deemed to have the most potential in their field. Your ideals for this project required perfect procedure and a elite group of brains capable of taking on the task. Eventually your supervisors saw how well your project has progressed and chosen it to be presented as the key advancement that the Biotech branch had to offer.
-“Coffee breakdown and work stressed is not how your soul mate wants to see you.” One of your partners piped in.
-“What if Mr. Wayne doesn’t like our project.. Or I’ll stutter… It’s him, his son Tim Drake and a bunch of other really important people in Gotham.” You groaned slumping down to your seat.
-“Y/N relax! You got this, we all do. Your surprisingly a charmer when it comes to research presentations.”
Your friend gathered the needed supplies before pulling you up from your seat. Brushing off your clothes she gave you a big smile.
-“Thank you, Who knows, Bruce Wayne could be my soul mate?” You gave a skeptical grin and picked up your laptop. Your lab coat raised slightly revealing the number on your arm.
79 steps left.
Well lets hope he doesn’t get in your way when you walk towards the conference room. Can’t be late to a meeting even if it includes your soul mate.
Upon entering the room the buzz of the usually chatter lessened. The room was filled with almost all old men too grumpy for anything. Great. It was always harder to convince those types of men to believe in anything.
Scanning the room your eyes meet a younger man also known as Tim Drake, he gave a soft smile while checking some things off his list. Next to him was a taller figure, stern features, and a charming smile, Bruce Wayne.
Taking a deep breath you walked towards him and caught the attention of your supervisor.
-“Ah Y/N!, Ten minutes early as usual” He chuckled while checking his watch.
-“Mr. Wayne may I allow you to introduce the head researcher of this project Y/N L/N.”
Bruce turned around and smiled extending his arm.
-“Hello, I heard about-”
Something inside broke open releasing a feeling of bliss and completion. It swarmed the body with feel good thoughts and utter excitement.
Bruce quickly looked down at your wrist revealing a 0.
Also feeling this you looked at his wrist revealing a 0.
You gave Bruce a look of fear and shock as you realized that your boss, Bruce Wayne was your soul mate. In the worst possible moment ever.
He tensed up and clenched his jaw forcing a now rather grim smile.
-“I look forward to what you have to offer to Biotech Y/N.”
-“Yes sir…” You visibly gulped, “I hope you are satisfied with what my team has to offer.”
Bruce Wayne sat down with a thump fumbling with his jacket revealing the number 0. Tim noticed the 0 and almost spit out his coffee.
-“Bruce, your soul mate is-”
-“And your not going to say anything?” He harshly whispered.
-“Not yet, Now pay attention.”
It was hard for Bruce to listen as he watched his counter go
-4… And so on as Y/N walked away towards the front of the conference room.
Overall your presentation was a absolute success. With your proof and evidence it quickly persuaded and was approved by Bruce Wayne. Your partners all cheered when you all got back to your lab. Fortunately, they had a brief moment of forgetting your counter.
-“Y/N we did it! Stop looking so sick and pale!” Your friend exclaimed while hugging you.
Politely declining your partner’s celebration with drinks you claimed that you needed to sleep off todays nightmare. They wished you goodnight and parted ways.
Looking down at your counter it read -34
At this time of night most workers were already done so you decided to walking around while browsing at your counter. It was an awkward sight seeing you walk in circles around the building. Steps to the right only added to the negative numbers, but as you walked towards the left it began to lessen as you reached a stairwell. Walking up the stairwell you opened the door to the balcony.
There was Bruce Wayne peering over the ledge with his hands in the pocket. He turned around when he heard a door shut. You walked up to him, but was unsure of what to say.
-“I-I guess… I’m..” You fumbled out.
He gave a soft smile and placed his hand on your cheek, placing a strand of hair behind your ear.
-“Soul mates. I thought you were going to leave me with the look you gave me.” He slightly chuckled.
-“Oh no, I was just.. you know, trying not to make a big scene right then and there.”
-“Yes, Thank you for that.”
There was an awkward silence for a couple seconds until you broke it.
-“I have two questions Mr. Wayne.”
-“Bruce. Call me Bruce Y/N.” He interlaced his hand with yours as you both were leaning against a wall.
-“Bruce..” You mumbled shyly when he held your hand, but snapping out of the trance you looked at him intently, “As a scientist I must ask, You did not just fund my project because we’re soul mates correct?”
-“Your project was brilliant, no strings attached.”
-“Thank you, now second question?”
You raised your hand that was still intertwined with his.
-“I devoted too much of my life in work and I’m not sure how this soul mate thing works… I’m not really sure how love even works.” You admitted, “So forgive me if I do anything awkward.”
Bruce chuckled and gave a tight squeeze on your hand.
-“I’m unsure of what to do also, but I’m sure we can figure it out together?”
Can we get a blurb on harry giving you a massage after a long stressful day? can it be smutty/fluffy please?
Walking upstairs to our bedroom was always fun for me. I never knew what I was going to walk into if he was home. Sometimes it was a simple as a single red rose on my pillow. Sometimes a lacy pair of bra and panties he’d seen while he’d been out for the day. One day I walked into a room full of rom coms spread out on the floor and a picnic on the bed. That was the night I knew I was in love with Harry Styles. No guy I had ever dated in the past wanted squat to do with rom coms and they were my favorite.
It was usually my favorite part of the day. I’d get giddy just thinking about it on my drive home. Harry knew how to keep our relationship fresh and new, even when he was thousands of miles away.
But today had been one of those days when I knew from the moment I woke up and I should have gone back to bed. I could feel it the moment I woke up. The rain outside was a precursor to what was to be my entire day. And not even Harry was going to be able to get me out of this funk, I knew that much.
I pushed open the bedroom door to see him sitting on the bed in nothing but a pair of sweatpants slung low on his hips. His journal was on his lap, his signature curls sticking up in every direction after he’d run his hand through them for the millionth time that day I was sure. His ink was on full display, usually enough to get my pulse racing and my palms sweaty. But today, it hardly registered a blip.
I breezed past him without so much as a smile, threw my bags on the floor and tore my jacket off before I’d even made it to the closet.
I heard him rustling as he got up off the bed, clearly recognizing that something was off. He appeared in the doorway of our closet a few moments later,
YO nurseydex "nice. great. perfect. fuck this." or holsom "quit it or ill bite"
Yolio, my friend. I realized the other day that I am the shittiest in the world at writing ransom, so nurseydex it is.
Dex was not having a good day. At all.
In fact, it was decidedly bad.
worst part was that there wasn’t anything especially horrible that
happened. It was just a unch of small things, all at once. First he
forgot his bio lab in his dorm, after he spent all night working on
it, and the TA wouldn’t accept it late. The strap of his bag broke,
and yeah, he’d been using the same one since his junior year in high
school, but he had budgeted to buy a new one next month.
an effort to make his day a little brighter, Dex decided to stop at
Annie’s and splurge on himself. Bitty got him hooked on their stupid
hazelnut mochas, but he rarely spent the money on himself. He barely
got a sip before he spilled it all over shoes.
yeah, everything sucked. None of it was life-shattering bad, though,
which just pissed him off more.The only thing he had to look forward
to was the fresh lemon bars that he knew Bitty had set aside for him.
And maybe, just a little bit, he was looking forward to the Haus,
wasn’t sure when it happened, but sometime between his first semester
and his third, Dex started thinking about the Haus as home. It was
nothing like his actual home, back in Maine. His house was always
quiet and pristine.
Haus, though. It was always loud and messy, full of people and the
weird combination of fresh pie and microwave corndogs. Some part of
it reminded him of life before Michael signed his enlistment papers
(and his death warrant). A little bit of that tension he’d felt
building between her shoulder blades for years eased when he walked
into the Haus.
the day sucked, but he had that, at least. The only bad thing about
the Haus was the Nursey seemed to love being there just as much as
Dex, and what he could put his finger on exactly was when he fell
head over heels in love with Nursey. After a grueling practice one
morning, they changed, like usual, in the locker room. But for the
first time, Nursey noticed the small tattoo Dex had tucked under his
bicep. He got this overjoyed look on his face, more excited than Dex
had ever seen him look before, and that was it. That was the moment
when Dex realized he was in love.
hated it. He didn’t want to fall in love. He wanted to go to school,
graduate as soon as humanly possible, and make as much money as
humanly possible. No feelings, no drama. Hockey was his backup plan,
and that’s it. No time for love, or dating, or feelings of any kind.
other things, it messed with his game, which means messing with his
plan B. Every time he looked at Nursey, he got stupid fluttery
feeling, which made him angry, which made him lash out. Lashing out
ruined any sort of friendship they had, which made him even angrier.
And that, all of that, translated to how they played together on the
he could hide the stupid hurricane of emotions he felt whenever he
saw Nursey, but he was having a bad day. He wanted the weird peace
the Haus gave him and he wanted lemon bars, and nothing else.
especially didn’t want to watch Nursey flirting with his stupid peer
review partner. So, when he walked into the Haus and saw just that,
he couldn’t help his outburst.
Great. Perfect. Fuck this,” and walked out.
fucking lemon bars could wait. They could barely make up for his
already shitty day, let alone make up for all of the shitty things he
would feel having to sit through a forced conversation with Nursey.
barely made it four houses down frat row when he heard steps running
after him. Dex didnt have to look back to know that is was Nursey. He
didn’t bother to slow down.
hold up. Dex, wait.” A warm hand clapped on his shoulder, just this
side of too hard. “Dude, fucking stop.”
stopped with a sigh. He turned, and seeing Nursey’s stupid face
didn’t do anything to help. His stomach swooped and it made him a
whole new level of angry.
do you want, Nursey?”
want to know what the fuck your problem is.” There was a look in
those green eyes that Dex had never seen before.
in Dex broke. Any somewhat reasonable answer was a lie. It wasn’t
anything that contributed to his bad day that was the problem. It
wasn’t even the bad day. It was everything, all at once. It was all
his stupid feelings. That was the real answer, the answer he was sick
of not giving.
wrong with me is that my socks are sticking to my shoes, since I
spent money I don’t have on a coffee I spilled straight away. My
problem is that I needed my bag to last until next month and I broke
it today. My problem is that my dick lab TA refused to take my report
late, so the highest I can get in the class onw is an 89.
problem, Nursey, is that every time I walk into the Haus and see you
flirting with whatever his name is, I don’t know if I’m more mad at
him for being your type or at myself because I’m not. And my problem
is that more and more I don’t know if I want to punch your stupidly
beautiful face or kiss it.”
noticed that Nursey’s hand was still on his shoulder. Some time
during his incredibly ill-timed speech, he had taken several
half-steps forward and was now well into Nursey’s personal space. Dex
couldn’t help but look at Nursey’s face. He expected anger or maybe
that same odd expression from earlier, but the small smile was a
felt Nursey’s hand slide carefully down his arm, slipping solidly into
his own. “You think my face is beautiful?”
like that, the day was forgotten. All the crap fell away and it was
just stupid chirps and cute smiles and a warm hand. “Shut up, you
know you’re cute.”
no. You can’t downgrade me from beautiful to cute like that.”
took another small step forward, close enough that their shirts
brushed against each other. “Fine, you’re beautiful. Now, can I
kiss you while I still feel like it?”
got a small nod.
kiss wasn’t spectacular. It wasn’t fireworks. Dex’s shoes still
squelched and his shoulder was sore, but it was exactly what he
wanted. And it was perfectly them.
A/N: This was requested by jockarchie. I hope you enjoy!
Request: “a request where the reader’s older brother and archie are best friends and archie’s always seen the reader as a little sister but ever since she joined the vixens, he’s been seeing her differently?”
Archie and your older brother Michael were best friends. They spent practically every day together, which in all honesty you weren’t complaining. You’ve always had a crush on Archie even when you were little but Archie always looked at you like a little sister.
It annoyed you that he only thought of you as a little sister especially when you got older and filled out more and your more prominent features filled out more if you know what I mean.
One day, you were at school and you were hanging with your best girlfriends Veronica and Betty.
“Ugh, Archie still looks at me like I’m his little sister,” I groaned to them while Veronica chuckled.
“That’s because of your brother. He’s not going to look at you any differently unless you make him. It’s easy,” I looked at my best friend as if she was nuts.
“How am I supposed to do that? I’ve already changed my look about a hundred times and still nothing,” I said while Betty and Veronica shared a look.
“Well, you haven’t tried our newest look,” I looked between my two best friends with a confused and curious look.
Betty and Veronica smirked at each other but standing up and each taking a hold of my hand.
“Go, where?” I questioned as I stood up.
“You’ll see,” And with that, they whisked me down the hall.
I walked out of the locker room with a pair of black booty shorts on with one white stripe down the side. A white and yellow baseball shirt and white knee high socks on with two yellow stripes and white sneakers.
“Is this really going to make him notice me?” I questioned with confusion.
“It’s a step in our plan, now just follow our lead,” Veronica said before she headed over to Cheryl Blossom. “Cheryl, you’re going to let (Y/N) into the Riverdale Vixens,” Cheryl glanced over at me before turning back to Veronica.
“Why would I do that? Plus, she must audition like everyone else,” Veronica rolled her eyes at Cheryl before speaking up.
“Because you owe us and fine, she’ll audition,” Veronica turned to me. “Won’t you?” I nodded my head. “Alright, let’s start,” I got in the middle of the gym and was about to start when I heard the gym doors open and close. I glanced back to see Archie, Michael, and Jughead walking into the gym with surprised looks on their faces.
I looked back at Veronica as she just smirked before nodding her head. “You ready?” I nodded my head while Veronica flicked on the music.
I moved my hips to the beat before starting to do my routine. I watched from the corner of my eye, I saw Archie watching me in awe. I finished my routine as Cheryl scowled at me.
“So?” Veronica questioned.
“Fine. She’s in,” Cheryl snapped at her before walking away.
“Yes!” Veronica and I said in unison as we began to jump and down in excitement.
“(Y/N)! You made the cheerleading team?! That’s amazing!” Michael said as he ran over to me and picked me up in a hug and spun me around. Archie and Jughead began to make their way over to us as Veronica leaned into me.
“Play hard to get,” I nodded my head towards her.
“Hey, (Y/N). You were amazing,” I smirked at him before responding.
“Thanks, Arch,” I said simply. Archie shared a look with Jug before going to speak again. “It was nice talking to you Arch but I have to go get fitted for my new uniform! Kisses!” I said before looping my arms with Veronica and Bettys as we headed for the girl’s locker room.
“Omg, (Y/N)! That was perfect!” Veronica said once we reached the locker room.
“Was it? I wasn’t too harsh, was I?” The girls giggled before shaking their heads.
“Of course not but we need to get you ready for tonight’s game, come on!”
We were currently in the locker room waiting to be called out.
“Are you nervous?” Betty questioned as she came to stand by me.
“A little,” I said while I tried to cover up the nervous sound in my voice.
“Alright, Riverdale Vixens! Let’s move out!” We began to run out onto the field as I noticed Archie by the doors. I smiled at him before moving out.
We did our cheer and the Riverdale Bulldogs ran out onto the field pumped and ready to play. We moved to the bleachers while we watched the boys play the game.
Once the game was finished and the boys won, we went down to the field to congratulate them.
“Michael! You did great! Congratulations!” I yelled while running towards my brother.
“Thanks (Y/N)! Listen, I think someone wants to talk to you,” Michael said as he pointed behind me to reveal Archie.
“Hey,” Archie said while he approached me.
“Hey,” I replied.
“Listen, you were amazing out there,” Archie said clearly nervous.
“You were too,” I replied with the same amount of nervousness. We stood in awkward silence until Archie broke it.
“I was wondering if you like to go out sometime? Maybe to a movie or something?” I smiled before nodding my head.
“I’d like that. And here after all this time, I thought you just thought of me as a little sister or something,” I said with a giggle.
“Well, I did but seeing you in that uniform… It-” Before Archie could finish I heard a stern voice spoke from behind me.
“Watch what you say, Andrews.” It was Michael. Archie gulped while I giggled.
“Come on Andrews. I’ll buy you a soda at Pop’s,” I said walking out over and looping our arms together.
hey! i really like your blog and i was wondering if you could do a 13 reasons why imagine in which the reader is in a poly relationship wit alex and justin, only this is a happy au in which there are tapes but hanna is saved in the last moments, three of you are bisexual but it’s secret, i hope you’re okay doing poly relationships hehe
Warning/s: Mention of Reader’s nonsupporting parents, Hannah and Jeff are both alive.
Author’s Note: I kind of changed it up a little bit. Everyone knows you’re bisexual but no one knows about the relationship, I don’t know if that’s what you meant but I hope you like it anyway. Also, I love the idea of a poly relationship with these two so if you’d like me to make this into a series I will, like doing milestones in the relationship and any scenario requests.
Everyone knew you were bisexual but not many people knew about your relationship, only your closest friends. Not because you were ashamed, because you weren’t, not in the slightest. It’s just the fact of who you were in a relationship with. Alex Standall and Justin Foley. You weren’t ashamed of them and they, sure as hell, weren’t ashamed of you. It was just hard. Liberty High wasn’t the most accepting school in the world. They, sort of, accepted bisexual people so that wasn’t the issue. But when it came to poly-amorous relationships, you had no idea because, other than you, Alex and Justin, there weren’t any poly-amorous relationships, at least that you were aware of.
I grew up hating my dark skin. I avoided the sun for fear of getting darker. As a child, I would scrub my skin with a Brillo pad until I broke skin in order to be “light skinned.” Dark skin was unattractive and I wanted to be “pretty.” Surely, the lighter the better, right? Over time, with the help of higher education, the right friend circle, and the presence of dark skinned women succeeding in the entertainment industry (viola davis, gabrielle union, kelly rowland), I gradually learned how to love myself. Representation is so important. I grew up on Snow White and the Little Mermaid. I didn’t see a Black princess until I was in college. It’s important that we instill in our daughters, sisters, nieces, cousins - that they are beautiful. If you repeat something enough, they’ll eventually start to believe it. Tell them until it’s engrained in their soul, and even then - do not stop. Speak love into them and watch them grow. I am Black. I am Dark Skinned. & I’m Beautiful.
comically chipping a tooth on the great pyramid of giza
JUNGKOOK| BTS |ONE-SHOT 3,382 words | FLUFF/COMEDY
“how much dialogue are u gonna write this time, shep?” I ask myself. I respond in my David Lynch impression, “Massive, MASSIVE quantities!”
I fell down the fucking stairs.
Not the whole flight of stairs, but I missed the bottom step or two (it’s kind of a blur), landed on my left foot and my toes flexed beyond what they’re capable of. Hit my knee somewhere, I don’t even know.
Normally (I say normally as if I fall down stairs all the time), if I were in front of just a friend or two or better yet, alone, I’d sit on the floor clutching whatever hurt, rocking back and forth like Peter Griffin in Family Guy (I know, I know, the show is shit, but you cannot tell me you don’t know what moment I’m talking about. Go ahead. YouTube search it if you really don’t. I’ll wait.) for a few minutes before collecting myself and hobbling toward the freezer for an ice pack.
But ho ho! No. The ease of doing dumb, embarrassing shit in the safety of my own home, alone, is not in the cards for me. I don’t get off that easily in this life–I must have been too pompous in my last life, and now the stars are punishing me for whatever bullshit I pulled. One of my planets is in retrograde or whatever. Now, on the daily, I must deal with the saying, anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.