who else would put up with me

You’re not like the others. I’ve seen a few; I know. When I talk, you look at me. When I said something about the moon, you looked at the moon, last night. The others would never do that. The others would walk off and leave me talking. Or threaten me. No one has time any more for anyone else. You’re one of the few who put up with me.
—  Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
Don't work there, still was asked questions

This is from a few years ago, but it still haunts me.

This was the day before Hurricane Sandy, so me and my dad were out getting water, batteries, portable chargers, etc. We went to a Home Depot-esque store, but much smaller. This place had strollers, some of which were outside and were rolling around. Since he didn’t need me and I felt bad about the poor soul who would have to go out and take care of it, I told my dad go on in while I put away the run away strollers.

Cue a lady coming up to me seeing me doing this and assuming I worked there, asking if the store had a certain paint or wallpaper. Now, I had never been in this store and politely told her that I didn’t work there and so I wouldn’t know.

She went BALLISTIC. Screaming how I was rude and why else would I be putting away the strollers, ignoring me when I told her I didn’t work there and showing her I wasn’t wearing any type of uniform or name tag. It got to the point of her physically dragging me inside and telling the manager about me.

It was priceless to see her face when the manager told her “I’ve never seen this girl in my life ma'am”


i recently hit a huge milestone & reached the 2nd birthday for this blog, so i wanted to do something cute to give back & say thank you !!! with that being said, under the cut you’ll find 828 quotes that can be used for character musing tags ! they’ve been categorised into different labels ( eg. the baby doll, the lothario, the vixen, the cataclysmic, etc ) so some quotes may appear under more than one category. i do, however, recommend checking out all the categories !! they were just listed by my own interpretation and definitely aren’t limited to a certain label in the slightest. the pronouns used are simply what was used in the original line but can obviously be changed to fit your character. depending on personal preference, some may be a little too long but can be shortened down pretty easily. a general trigger warning is to be placed for these as they do reference some sensitive topics ( drugs, alcohol, sex, etc ), as the tags on my blog do. i believe that covers it all !! if you find this useful, please do like and/or reblog ! also, please let me know if you’d like to see a part two of this ! you can find the lyric version of this right here for more suggestions !!

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This is 2 months too late but Ima do it anyways. Ima review the wedding fashions at the Naruto & Hinata wedding. Let’s get into it. 

Kankuro and Gaara. 

The Sand brothers were not great but not terrible. 

Kankuro should have taken that thing off head to let his cute full head of brown hair breathe and flourish. As always, he came with his face BEAT! I respect it. These white gloves are interesting but Ima let him cook.

Konohamaru looks ADORABLE! He looks so sharp! 

This pink dress is cute on Moegi. 

Udon also looks sharp. 

Now, Ebisu goofy, cheap ass is another story. Take that thing off your got damn head. I know he balding. Has to be. This jacket silhouette and color palette is all wrong. Green trimming, red pocket square, navy blue, & black??? I wouldn’t have let him into the venue if I was working the door. 

Now. *deep sigh* Kiba, sis. This attire is not for an iconic, historical wedding. This dog chain. I am not one to discriminate against a fur trim but you should have just came through with a floor length white mink. Go hard or go home. 

Shino. SHINO. I am uncomfortable just looking at him. He looks like he about to shoot up everybody. I’d be by the exit just in case, tbh.

Kurenai is giving me a strong look. Powerful mother figure two piece. She will definitely cuss out anybody who is off the shits on sake. 

Choji. Adorable. These suspenders are surprisingly very him.

BIIIITCCCHHHH! TENTEN LOOKS GOODT!!! GIVING LEG!!! AND SOME THIGH! FOR WHO?! FOR EVERYBODY!!! A snack!!! I know people tried their luck & tried to scoop her up and she casually flashed a pastel pink kunai from her titty. The print on her dress is so cute. Omg. These gold cuff bracelets giving me Wonder Woman teas. She did what? That. 

Gai and Rock Lee. They look nice. I personally would rather die than to match with anybody else but that’s very them and very on brand. 

Shikamaru and Temari. 

Shikamaru looks EXCEPTIONAL! GQ ready tbh! I was pleasantly surprised. Suit tailored DOWN!!! Who the fuck put him on to a turtleneck??? Nara clan repped to the fullest! And of course, as always, his ponytail was snatched to the heavens. 

Temari. Now, girl. I love you down but this is very basic. Not attrocious but I expected more. That white collared shirt screams 9 to 5 realness. 

Sai and Ino.


Sai stayed true to his usual color palette but peep the pocket square, it matches all of Ino’s accessories, the bracelets and hair tie. Thoughtful. Cute as shit.

Ino’s fit is not show stopping but she looks very, very cute and that high waisted skirt looks goodt on her. Love the necklace. Bang always perched. 

Sakura. I love you girl but this dress didn’t do it for me. This is very similar to Moegi’s dress but you grown. This is a dress you wear to church. You could have gave us some shoulder. 

Iruka and Kakashi.

Iruka, work. The drunk older single aunties were getting real spicy with him. Tryna become Naruto’s honorary mama by the end of the night. 

Kakashi cleans up nice. I wish he would have snatched that mask off and fucked us ALL UP. Also had all the girls (and dudes) following him around. Kakashi is anti-social but he the Hokage so he scattered shadow clones around the reception so he wouldn’t be rude. 

I know Yamato wasn’t seen on the last episode but I don’t give a fuck!!! I won’t accept him babysitting Orochimaru. Anyways….Yamato didn’t disappoint. Go off.

Hiashi and Hanabi.

Hiashi could have came harder as he was the father’s bride. This is a very bleak look. 

Hanabi looks so pretty. 

My Enemy’s Woman - Request

Requested by anon:  I would love to read your version of Moriarty becoming interested in the reader (either sexually or just typical Moriarty) and Sherlock gets upset and protective because she’s his girlfriend/fiancé/wife. Flirting, Innuendos, and everything that makes Moriarty the beautiful human that he is

Pairing: Sherlock x reader / Moriarty flirting with reader.

Word count: 1,132

Warning: Sexual innuendos.

A/N: Jim is such a complex character… Feedback is highly appreciated, guys!


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Sherlock had never run faster in his whole life. Not even the pouring rain could stop him; no matter how much he slipped, he would get up and continue to run. The people around him would either move to the side, freeing the way, or be pushed by him. He had to get back to 221B.

The fear, the anxiety, the nerves got over him, taking over the bit of control he had of himself and his own emotions. His hands, forehead and armpits were sweating and his heart was beating faster – and no, it had nothing to do with his current running marathon – without mentioning the fact that he was looking paler than usual.

He was human, after all, and knowing that the one person who could get him to feel, to embrace his humanity, could be in mortal danger was more than enough for him to forget about everything else and act like a regular person would. If it had been someone else, except for John of course, he would’ve acted as chill as possible; but it was (Y/N) and there was no time to play-pretend when it came to her.

It was just one text message, a very simple and annoyed one that made him lose all control. She had sent it, or so it seemed, because Sherlock received it from her phone. It could’ve been a trap, or worse, but that didn’t matter because Sherlock would become even more reckless when she was involved.

If he exploded, if he got murdered, or trapped or kidnapped, it didn’t matter. As long as she was safe… he would go to the end of the world and sacrifice himself to the Gods if necessary.

His fear was such that his whole body turned off the physical sensations, and so he didn’t notice the muscular exhaustion that was caused by him crossing London by foot in less than ten minutes. He also didn’t feel the scrapes on his knees and elbows, as well as that little twist in his ankle. No, all he could focus on was saving (Y/N).

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Bit of a Flirt

Request: Can you do a TJeffs image with 16,18, 21?

16: You’re cute with glasses.
18: What are you five?
21: Don’t give me that look! It’s not my fault!

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Warning: lots of sexual innuendos/jokes, swearing? but when do i not swear in fics lmao

Kink Tag: none!

Period: Modern

Song: “Thin Air” - Olivia Holt ft. Jordan Fisher

A/N: So I collabed with @daveeddiggsit for this one and it ended up way cuter than we expected?? lol hope you enjoy!! (also there are several criminal minds references bc i’m like that)

You pushed your glasses back up the bridge of your nose as you continued typing away at your final thesis paper of the semester. Hair up in a bun, and some ratty university sweatpants on, you were looking a little worse for wear. But that was normal during finals week, right?

The library you had been holed up in for the past five hours was dead silent, allowing you to completely focus on your paper. Your eyes were glued to your laptop screen when you heard the sound of a chair scraping backwards but you were too in the zone to look up. As long as they didn’t disrupt your concentration, you’d be good.

“You ever think that the reason you’re wearing glasses is because you’ve been staring at that screen pretty closely for about two hours straight?” You heard a curious, deep voice interrupt your thoughts.

“You ever think about how the library is a quiet place for people to work,” you retorted without looking away from your screen.

“If you really want a quiet place to work, we could head back to my place and work on some other things too, if you know what I mean.” You could practically hear the smirk grow on his face.

“That sounds like one of the first lines in a Criminal Minds episode. Hard pass.”

“You like Criminal Minds? How about you let me profile you.

You finally glanced over and you could see that there definitely was a smirk on the very attractive man’s face. His hair was wildly curly, yet somehow tamable to an extent, facial hair adorned his defined jawline, and his amused brown eyes stared into your slightly-narrowed ones.

If you weren’t supposed to email this paper to your professor in six hours, you probably would’ve taken him up on his advances, but what was more attractive than Smirky Guy was an A on your paper. Which you then turned back to.

“Are you seriously just going to keep ignoring me?” He asked.


“I’m just going to keep flirting with you until you talk to me.”

“You call saying random pick up lines to a girl whose name you don’t know and receiving little to no response flirting?”

“Yup.” He said, mocking you.

You rolled your eyes and continued to type your paper.

“Aww, come on, four eyes, take a break and talk to me. It won’t hurt anyone.”

You completely turned to him. “‘Four eyes,’ really?” You raised an eyebrow at him. “What are you, five?”

“Hey, ‘four eyes’ isn’t a bad thing. You look cute in glasses.” He grinned at you and even added a wink this time.

“I look better when I’m not being distracted from finishing my final paper.”

“Well if you look this good distracted, it makes me wonder how good you look when you’re focused on someone.”

“Seriously? I haven’t washed my hair in two days, my eyes are more bloodshot than a stoners, and I have so much dirty laundry I’ve stooped to buying clothes from the campus store.”

Undeterred, Smirky Guy grinned at you again. Or maybe he never stopped. “Are you from Tennessee? Because you’re the only ten I see.”

You rolled your eyes. “The library is empty. You completely lack a frame of reference.”

“Just accept a compliment for once, four eyes.”

You started to grow a bit irritated with the guy. Sure, he was attractive, but that didn’t take away from the fact that he was arrogant. “Okay, first of all, pick up lines aren’t compliments. Second of all, stop calling me ‘four eyes.’ It’s annoying.”

“If you told me your name, then maybe I’d consider dropping the nickname.”

You were both interrupted by a librarian coming up behind you and Smirky Guy, harshly whispering.

“You two are being very disruptive to your other peers who are trying to study. If you could do me a favor and kindly show yourselves out, that would be much appreciated.”

“But there’s no one else here-” Smirky Guy tried to reason with her, but she cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

“Don’t make me ask again.” She said sternly. “Leave this library quietly before I write you up.”

You glared at him as you packed up your stuff. “Thanks a lot. This is the only quiet place on campus and I have to turn this in at midnight!”

His eyes widened as he put his hands up in a mock surrender. “Don’t give me that look! It’s not my fault!”

“Really?” You said sarcastically, cocking your head to the side. “I wasn’t making any noise until you showed up and tried to hit on me.”

He groaned before sighing. “Let me make it up to you, then.”

You scoffed and threw your bag over your shoulder. “How about no?”

“Look, four-”

Stop calling me ‘four eyes.’” You growled.

He put his hands up again. “Hey, no need to be feisty, though I’m not opposed to it in a different situation.” He smirked but stopped when he saw the somewhat murderous expression on your face. “Just tell me your name.”

“You first, Smirky Guy.”

“Smirky Guy? That’s way worse than four-” You punched him in the arm. “Ow! Okay, okay. My name is Thomas. Happy?”

“Not really because someone, not gonna name any names, got me kicked out of the library when I have a paper that my life depends on due in less than six hours!”

“Does your life really depend on it?”

You groaned in frustration and walked as fast as you possibly could to the library doors, glaring at the librarian on the way out when she gave you a dirty look.

Completely ticked off by everything that had happened in the span of a half hour, you rushed out of the library to get away only to find out that it was pouring rain.

You looked up to the sky, defeated. “Can this day get any fucking worse?”

“Hey.” Smirky Guy who you now knew as Thomas appeared next to you.

“Really? Can you please just go away?

“Fine. I’ll rescind my offer to give you a ride to my apartment where it’s quiet and you can wait out the rain.”


“Why not?”

“There is no fucking way I am going home with the guy who got me kicked out of the library because he was giving me idiotic pick up lines.”

“Listen,” he started, “I know you’re a smart girl, but it wouldn’t be wise of you to stay out in the rain. Especially if you have your laptop in your bag, especially if it’s getting dark out, and especially if you need fast wifi to finish and submit your paper.”

“You literally just met me and you still don’t know my name. Don’t make assumptions about me.”

Thomas sighed frustratedly. “I’m just trying to help. I did get you kicked out of the library, right?”

“Wow, you’re actually admitting to it now. How grand of you.”

“Could you maybe stop being a smartass for a minute and let me help you?”

You stepped under the ledge over the library doors as you narrowed your eyes at him. “What’s in it for you, Smirky Guy?”

“Nothing,” he grinned, “it’ll be my good deed of the day.” He stepped under the ledge next to you to get out of the rain and you saw the distinct imprint of a very toned stomach under the lamp light. His hair, poofy before, was now weighed down by water.

He smirked as he watched you not so subtly check him out. “Like what you see, four eyes?”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “No. You’re still annoying.”

“But that doesn’t take away from the fact that you think I’m attractive, does it?” He asked cockily.

“Did I ever say that I found you attractive?”

“Not out loud, but your eyes tell me everything.”

You snorted. “What kind of line is that, Smirky?”

“The truth, four.”

“What truth? I bet you saw me alone in the library and thought you could pick me up with one backhanded compliment didn’t you?”

“You know, you’re actually right on that part, but you being difficult made me realize that I like challenges.”

“You want a challenge? Try the crossword in the New York Times. I’m a person, not a puzzle.”

Thomas’s smug look faltered for a moment. “Okay, person whose name I still don’t know, will you please let me help you out? Just come over for a couple of hours, dry off, finish your paper, and eat something, because god knows how long it’s been since you’ve had an actual meal. I won’t even bother you. Hell, I’ll even edit your paper.”

“I eat.”

“Cafeteria food doesn’t count, darling.”

You sighed, contemplating the pros and cons of going with him. “Fine, but I get to take a picture of your license plate.”

“Honestly, I think that’s a bit creepy, but if it floats your boat, then deal.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s not creepy. It’s called being safe. I literally just met you.”

“And I still don’t know your name, four eyes.”

You sighed heavily before tilting your head up to look at him fully. “Y/N.”

He tilted his head. “I didn’t have you pegged as a(n) Y/N.”

“I didn’t pick it out.” You shivered when the wind blew by you in your entirely drenched clothes. “Can we go to your car now?”

“Shit, sorry.” He said quickly, taking off his coat as he did so. “Here, do you want my jacket? You’re freezing.”

You nodded, grabbing his wet jacket. Glancing down at the embroidered insignia on the chest, you then looked up at him with raised eyebrows. “You’re on the debate team, Jefferson?

“Oh, yeah. I don’t normally wear that.” He took out his keys and pressed a button. Lights flashed from somewhere down the street.

“I don’t understand why the debate team has their own jackets. I mean, it’s not like you’re on a sports team.”

“Well you’re wearing it, so why don’t you say thank you? Here, I’ll help, it goes like this: ‘Thank you soooo much, Thomas. You’re the best! And you’re really hot too.’” He smirked and started walking to his car.

You rolled your eyes as you followed him. “I don’t talk like that.”

“Sure you don’t, four eyes.”

You pushed him to the side and he stumbled a few steps.

“You’re very mean to the guy who’s helping you,” he mumbled after he regained his composure.

“You keep forgetting: I never asked for your help.”

“Well, we also didn’t ask to be alive, but here we are.”


“I know,” he said as you finally got to his car.

You walked to the front and took out your phone, taking pictures of his license plate and the make and model of his car.

Seriously? This guy had a Tesla? No wonder he’s so confident.

Smirky watched you with an unreadable look on his face as he leaned against the passenger side door. “You know, most of the serial killers on Criminal Minds are white guys. Odds of me being one are slim to none.” You walked over and snapped a picture of him. “Saving it for later?”

“No. It’s in case the police need to ID you,” you said with a cheery smile.

He rolled his eyes and opened the door for you. “Get in, four eyes.”

“Aw, what a gentleman. Thanks, Smirky Guy.” You said with a smirk and got into his car.

He closed the door with another roll of his eyes and jogged to the other side to get in himself.

“How do you have such a nice car? Do you not have student loans?”

His hands tightened around the steering wheel as he pulled out of his parking space. “My parents are rich.”

“Your parents?”

“Obviously, I don’t make that much money if I’m still in college.”

“That’s not what I meant.” You pulled his jacket more tightly around you and definitely did not smell it. “Most guys with rich parents will just say that they’re rich.”

“Well,” he grinned, turning to you for a second, “I’m not most guys.”


A couple moments of silence passed before Thomas spoke up with another smirk glued to his face.

What was up with this guy and smirking non-stop?

“Hey, Y/N,” he started.


“Can you help me reconfigure my GPS system?” He asked, causing you to raise an eyebrow.

“You don’t know how to get to your own apartment? Wow, Jefferson.”

“No, I need directions to get to your heart.”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s the cheesiest one yet.”

“You love it. Don’t deny it.”

“Actually, I’m lactose intolerant so nope.”

“Are you really?”


“You know, I think I’m learning more about you from your comebacks than from you actually outright telling me.”

“It’s almost like I don’t like sharing things about myself to people I know nothing about.”

“That’s not true, four eyes. You know a lot about me.”

“I know you’re a self-centered, egotistical guy who thinks he knows everything.”

“Are you always this mean?”

“Only when I’m stressed and sleep deprived.”

“Maybe we should find a way for you to relax, then.”

You raised your eyebrows. “What kind of way are you thinking?”

“Well, you’re obviously freezing cold right now, so I’d suggest getting you a change of clothes and a hot shower to warm you up.”


“I’ll edit your paper while you’re taking a shower. And make real food. Then we could watch a movie or something.” He glanced over at you before turning back to the road.

“My paper’s not even done yet. That’s the whole reason I was in the library, dummy.”

“Dummy? What are you, five?” He echoed you. “Look, I’m trying to be helpful. You’ve made it increasingly clear that I’ve ruined your day and I’m trying to fix it. Can you at least be nice to me?”

“I can try.” You crossed your arms over your chest. Your white shirt was drying in the heat of the car but it was still damp. “You’re not exactly making it easy, you know.”

“How am I not making it easy for you?” He asked, stopping the car at a red light and turning to look at you. His gaze flickered down to your chest for a moment before it went back up to your eyes.

“First of all, my eyes are up here, Smirky.”

He rolled his eyes and started to drive again when the light turned green. “As if you weren’t checking me out earlier.”

Your cheeks heated up slightly, knowing exactly what he was referring to, before you turned to look out the window. “Yeah, you’re right. I wasn’t.” You snapped back at him.

“What were you looking at, then?” The corner of his lips quirked up into yet another smirk.

“Your purple shirt that really isn’t your color, even though you most likely think it is.”

Thomas scowled. “I’ve never had someone be this mean to me before.”

“Aw, did I hurt your feelings?”

“No,” he said, pulling into a parking garage.

You laughed and quirked an eyebrow at him as he pulled into a reserved parking space. “That’s your best comeback? I thought you’d be more fun to mess with, Jefferson.”

“Is that the only reason you came with me?”

“Mostly, yeah.” You grinned. “But I really do need to get this paper done.”

“You’ll have to come inside for that. Think you can handle it?”

“I’ll come in if you agree to stop smirking.”

In response, he smirked at you and opened his door to get out of the car. “If I did, what would you call me then?”

“Annoying Guy with the Purple Shirt.”

“Funny.” He stepped out of his car and leaned down to look at you. “You coming, or what?”

You got out of the car and followed him to his apartment. “That was a great opportunity to make a sex joke you just wasted.”

“I thought you didn’t want to hear my pickup lines anymore,” he asked as he unlocked the door.

“Find one that I haven’t heard before and we’ll talk, Jefferson.”

“Challenge accepted.”

He took your bag off your shoulder and placed it on a couch when you walked in.

“What are you doing?”

“I did promise you a hot shower, didn’t I?”

“And what will I change into?” You crossed your arms over your chest again.

“I’ll give you something, don’t worry.”

You eyed him carefully, not knowing if you should trust him, before you looked around. “Where’s your shower?”

Thomas gestured for you to follow him before he led you to his bedroom.

“Woah there, Jefferson. I asked for your shower, not your bed.” You said before he rolled his eyes.

“I have a bathroom in my bedroom, smartass.” He said, opening a door that led to a decently sized bathroom.

He stood back to let you go in then walked back to his room to grab some clothes for you to change into. Coming back with a light gray t-shirt and some sweatpants, he held them out to you.

You took them and looked between him and the shower.

“You can shower in peace, four eyes. I’ll be dutifully editing your paper and cooking dinner.” He smirked at you. “I’ll see you naked some other way.”

You rolled your eyes at his retreating back. “What a gentleman.”

You mumbled profanities under your breath directed at Thomas as you closed the bathroom door and got in the shower.

You breathed out a short laugh as you pulled on the clothes Thomas had let you borrow. That morning, if you were to tell yourself that you’d be showering in a stranger’s bathroom by the end of the day, you wouldn’t have believed it. Yet, here you were, in Thomas Jefferson’s bathroom, wearing his clothes.

You kept your hair down to dry and exited the bathroom to find the owner of your new clothes. Sitting with his back to you on the sofa, you saw Thomas’s hair had been swept up into a bun and he was intently reading your paper on your laptop in front of him. You leaned against the doorway to watch him as he occasionally typed something, brow furrowed.

He really was attractive, wasn’t he, you thought.

As if he could hear you, Thomas turned around and greeted you with a smirk. “I see you’re enjoying the view again.”

“Shut up and edit my paper, Jefferson.”

He chuckled before he shifted his eyes back to the laptop screen. “There’s actually not much to edit. This paper is pretty good.” He turned to look back at you again, this time not so subtly letting his eyes roam your figure. “Great, actually.”

“I love the tone of surprise.”

“You’re right. I shouldn’t be surprised. Anyone who can keep up with me verbally would no doubt have the skills to write an excellent paper.”

“Well, you should know that flattery will get you everywhere.”

He smirked and his eyes raked over your body again. “Is that so?”

“Mmhm,” you hummed before you crossed your arms across your chest with a smug grin. “Are you sure you’re not the one that’s enjoying the view, Smirky?”

His eyes snapped to yours, the smirk still evident on his face. “What makes you think that, four eyes?”

Your face dropped into a deadpanned look as you let your arms fall back to your sides. “Are you really going to keep calling me that?”

“As long as you call me ‘Smirky Guy,’ I’m calling you ‘four eyes.’”

You rolled your eyes. “At least my nickname is accurate.”

“Really? Are you, or are you not, wearing glasses right now?”

You huffed and plopped down on the couch next to him. “Shut up.”

“Make me.”

A familiar smell drifted into the room, making you sniff the air. “Are you making mac and cheese,” you asked, eyebrows furrowed. “I thought I was getting, what did you say, ‘real food?’” You used air quotes to rile him up.

He sent you a light glare. “It is real food. The best fucking real food you’ll ever taste. I made it from scratch.

“Trying to impress me, Jefferson?”

“Is it working?”

“Not really.”

“Then, no.” He said. “I’m just trying to prove a point.”

You laughed. “I can’t wait for the day when you actually succeed at that.”

“Well then you are in luck, my dear.” He said, standing up from the couch and putting your laptop on the coffee table. “Because today is that day. I make the greatest macaroni and cheese in the world.”

“Keep telling yourself that, Chef Boyardee.”

“I’m actually insulted.” He put a hand over his heart, before making his way to the kitchen.

You followed and hopped up on his counter when you reached the kitchen. “I didn’t know you could make mac and cheese from scratch.”

He looked at you with his jaw open. “You’re kidding.”

“Hey, I live in the dorm. The closest I get to homemade is Kraft.”

“You poor, poor thing.”

You rolled your eyes and watched him as he removed the food from the oven. Thomas put the macaroni and cheese on the counter and you had to admit, it looked pretty damn tasty.

The next thing you knew, a bowl full of the dinner was handed to you with a fork.

“Do you normally eat sitting on your kitchen counters?”

“No, but I want you to try it right now. Just so I can prove my point.”

You rolled your eyes but there was no bite behind it. You found him amusing. “Of course you do.”

“Try it.” He dragged out the last syllable as if he was a kid begging for candy.

“You’re just gonna watch me as I eat?”



“Eat the damn food.”

“Fine.” You huffed, taking your fork and stabbing some of the pasta before putting it in your mouth.

The flavor of the dish erupted across your taste buds, making you lightly hum in content. A grin spread itself out on Thomas’s face as he watched you with amused eyes.

“Told you.” He said before digging into his own bowl on the island across from you.

You swallowed and hopped down from your perch on the counter. “As fun as this is, I still have two more pages to write.”

You made your way back to Thomas’s living room and sat yourself on the floor in front of the small table that held your laptop. You heard footsteps behind you and felt his legs against your back as he sat directly behind you on his sofa.

“Why sit on the floor when you have a couch a couple of inches away?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I figured you’d want to be able to read over my shoulder.”

“Beautiful, witty, and smart. Wow.”

“Charming,” you mused, “now if you’d let me concentrate so I could finish my paper, that’d be great.”

“As long as you eat while you write, I’ll be quiet.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Thomas.” You murmured, eating another bite of the mac and cheese while staring at your laptop screen.

Thomas grinned widely when you called him by his first name, but you were too concentrated on your paper to see it.

You ate as you furiously typed at your paper, back into your deep concentration mode. You barely noticed the sounds of your breathing or the feeling of Thomas’s legs against your back as you reached your conclusion paragraph.

“Oxford comma,” Thomas noted quietly.

You breathed out a laugh, tilting your head back against his knees to look at him. “You’re seriously correcting grammar right now instead of the content itself?”

“Oh, no the content’s great. I’m just saying that you forgot the comma.”

You closed your eyes and rested that way for a moment, trying to get the light spots that came from staring at your computer too long to go away. When you opened your eyes again, you found Thomas staring at you.


He shook his head and a few curls slipped out of his bun. “Nothing. I just don’t understand how you can look good from an upside down angle.”

You blushed and moved your head off his knees. “Shut up, Smirky,” you mumbled.

It wasn’t long before you finished typing the last sentence to your conclusion.

“I need your wifi password to submit my paper.”

It was Thomas’s turn to blush and he mumbled something unintelligible.

“What was that?”

“ilovemacandcheese321,” he stated more clearly.

“Seriously?” You laughed, typing the password in. “That’s, like, the weakest wifi password ever created. You’re gonna get hacked.”

“Well, I’m not gonna have my wifi password be something that’s not true.”

“Of course not,” you grinned. “Hey, at least you didn’t use 123.”

He stayed surprisingly silent as you pulled up your email on your browser.

“Wanna read the last few pages before I email it?” You tipped your head back against his knees again.

“Yeah, let me see.” He said holding out his hand for your laptop.

You handed it to him and got up to sit next to him on the sofa. He stared at the screen with a furrowed brow, his fingers subconsciously tapping a beat on the mouse pad. You leaned over and rested your head on his shoulder as you watched him make small grammatical edits to your conclusion.

A small smile pulled at your lips when you felt Thomas’s breath hitch the moment you came into contact with him.

“You okay,” you asked him quietly.

“Fine,” he murmured, not taking his eyes off the screen.

Silence consumed the room for a couple minutes before Thomas finally finished, handing the laptop back to you.

“Looks great,” he said, “I think you’re ready to submit it.”

“Thanks, Thomas.” You yawned as you took your laptop from him, saving the document. “I guess you’re not the jackass I thought you were.”

“Wow, thanks.”

“Shut up, it’s a compliment.”

Thomas was quiet for a couple of moments as he watched you to email your paper to your professor. You breathed out a ‘finally’ before placing your laptop on the couch cushion beside you. Smirking to himself, Thomas quickly snatched you up and carried you to his bathroom.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You were suddenly wide awake.

“You’re hurt, you must be.” His voice was full of panic. “We might need to call an ambulance.”

What? Are you crazy?”

Thomas quickly opened his cabinet and took out his first aid kit before opening it and getting band-aids of different shapes and sizes.

“You have to be hurt from that fall.”

“What fall? What the fuck, Jefferson?”

“Your fall,” he said before a wide smile cracked his serious expression. “You must have at least scraped your knees when you fell for me.”

There was a moment of silence as you processed his words and then you punched his shoulder. “Douchebag! I was seriously worried about your mental health.”

He grinned, rubbing his shoulder. “Come on, that was a good one.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“You love it.”

You rolled your eyes, glancing down at the torn open first aid kit. “You’re very confident of yourself when we haven’t even gone on a date yet.”

Thomas’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. “Um, what?”


“You said yet, as in, it hasn’t happened but it will.”

You shrugged. “It’s your move, Jefferson.”

He sent you another confused look.

“Holy shit, you are dumb.” You fisted the front of his shirt and pulled him closer so you could connect your lips with his.

You felt him lightly gasp at the sudden contact before a familiar smirk splayed across his lips. As he began to kiss back, his hand came up to cup your cheek, making the kiss surprisingly sweet.

Thomas pulled away before the kiss could go any further. “So you were into the pickup lines the whole time.”

You shoved his shoulder playfully. “Excuse me for prioritizing my education over the hot guy hitting on me.”

He grinned. “You think I’m hot?”

“Shut up and ask me out before I change my mind about letting you.”

He quickly came up with a response. “Friday night. Dinner and a movie, on me. Dress nice. I’ll pick you up at 7.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You don’t know where I live.”

“I’m pretty sure I’ll figure it out when I drop you off tomorrow.”


“It’s already midnight.” He glanced out the bathroom window. “And it’s still raining. Plus, I can’t eat the rest of that mac and cheese by myself.”

“Mm, not convincing enough.” You wrapped your legs around his waist sneakily.

“We could watch movies,” he murmured, his eyes subconsciously flickered to your lips.

“Only if I get to pick the first one.”

“Deal, on one condition.”

“And what’s that?”

He smirked. “Kiss me.”

“If you insist, Smirky.”

“Oh, I do, four eyes.”

“Well, who am I to deny you,” you grinned and kissed him.

Please don’t think I stopped talking to you because I stopped loving you. That’s far from it. I think I loved you too much. I could handle the constant stress of wondering who else you were talking to at the same time, knowing that the conversations were one sided with me but you put all your effort into the conversations with hers. It was tearing me apart and I didn’t want to be like this. I was getting moodier, clingy and to be honest just selfish. It was getting to the point where if I didn’t distance myself, I would end up doing something I regret. But trust me when I say this; every piece of my heart wants to talk to you, I’ve just decided to stop following it
—  Things I’ll Never Say

i wouldn’t exactly call it living. more like surviving… i look at the environment surrounding me, memories lie tattered in my brain. a life i want to believe was once so full and fruitful has become unthinkably dull. my own eyes were once baby blue but have since faded to an iridescently eerie gray. im hurting. it hurts. im not lying.

i would tell you that you don;t understand- but i;ve begin to notice that everything can only be interpreted in relation to other things or feelings. and this is the only thing ive come to recall feeling. this ethereal delicate coldness within my core, shaking and rattling my bones, consuming my every feeling of functionality. im clearly broken beyond repair- yet i aimlessly crave fixture.

i am light with awful lightness. my blood is mud and my bones are brittle. my thoughts freely cascade within my mind, setting fire to all of my precious sensibilities . any meager ration of purpose and hope is replaced by these fucking reminders that i am truly and entirely 113% alone in this.

at one point, i wanted help. i went to therapy once a week- on bad weeks i went twice. i convinced myself that the glass was half full. i made the most out of everything- and in the process, i made a fool of myself.

i spoke out. i cried for help. i wrote it in books, on forums, i would have carved the words “help me” into my damn skin on my damn forehead if i thought for one minute that anybody was listening.

and i know you’re listening if you’re reading this. but are you really reading this? are you reading me? can you feel the pain in the tips of my fingers, in the ends of my hair, in the blood in my veins, in the staggering cry of my voice at 2 in the morning- an ugly face soaked in the tears resulting from years of utter and complete destruction and then desertion of every little thing i feel?

can you feel my pain?

can you imagine trying to fall asleep when there are actual fucking faceless voices in between your ears jabbering an unimaginably taunting cry? whispering demented nonsense into your ears nonstop after you beg and plead with yourself to quit hearing those damn voices. your mind races like it’s been training all its life and this is the moment it has all led up to: the olympic event of self destruction. and it’s taking home the gold.

i close my eyes and i am so unbelievably tired. staying alive is a fight and today it has beat
me to a pulp. my eyes have bags as big as my regrets and my face is tired from
pretending to light up with joy all day.

jesus christ, it’s my junior year and i’m graduating in less than a year. surely there is one thing to even half way grin about. no, you are wrong. because for every good little thing that happens- every time it seems like it’s getting better, every false sense of hope, for every good thing, there is depression.

my false sense of hope has found its home. depression is a polite host to every single good
feeling in my body. depression feeds me, it cleans me, it loves me, it speaks to me, it knows me.

depression wants to stay forever. it houses in my bones, it feeds on my fears, it gets high on my anxiety, it exchanges hope for hopelessness, it thrives on my insecurities, and depressions favorite thing to do is to keep me up on nights like tonight, where i’m at my worst.

i’m scared, truly. i used to be obsessed with the seasons- more importantly, the transition of one season to anther. perhaps i used to be so fond of change because change was actually a possibility at that point in my life.

winter turning into spring was my favorite. i would lay on the dead, crunchy, brown remnants of the grass, the air around me crisp and cold, stabbing my lungs with every swift,
sharp breath. my nose rosy and cold, sniffling along every chill within my body. bare branches of tall oak trees
stretched into the white winter sky, seemingly reaching for the sunlight the tree craved and needed, as my pale, cold, minuscule hands clutched at the dry, barren earth beneath me- fumbling for more meaning of the world around me. why must seasons change, but my heart always feels the same?

you see, i resonate so very deeply with the winter months. gardens and patches of land that were once beaming with flora and fauna, life and expounding sunlight and warmth, now lay isolated, empty, sterile- similar to the child in me that once was jubilant and lively, but now turned into some thing so cold and ugly. the innocence has beend lost and the happiness within me has since been destroyed by the monster within me, which claims not only me as a victim, but those around me who love and care about me

i only know that i am loved and cared for because i’m continuously and perpetually told this upon a daily basis. it has become very prevalent to me that people feel much better about me when i validate that i know that they are here to talk and that i am loved. yes, i know this. but i cannot feel it. the love that you have for me is, in the least offensive way possible, absolutely irrelevant to my entire being.

you could listen to me rant for days upon weeks, you could read this bible that i’m typing. but i can never seem to make the people around me realize that i am never going to truly accept the love they offer me.

i often wonder if it is true love that inspires people to be there for those with depression- or if those surrounding me simply feel compelled to profess their love and support to me because they see my approval and wellbeing as a direct reflection of their credibility as a friend or family member.

i feel as if i am a burden to those around me, simply harshening the seemingly good mood that literally everyone else but me is capable of partaking in. i want to run with wild horses, frolic among wild flowers, hear the laughter of a child, hold hands with someone i love, and entertain deeply fulfilling and life changing relationships- but you see, the way my life is set up- i am actually emotionally incapable of doing so!

i am most aware of my unfortunate illness and incapability to be happy in the most unexpected and irrational times. take birthday parties, for instance. celebration and good vibes fill the air around me, seeping into my black, pitiful lungs. everyone around me smiles and sings, drowning in their jubilation, as i sit and watch. i want to have fun. please believe me. i want to sing happy birthday. i want to watch you open your gifts. i want to be as happy as you. i want to feel the warmth in my cheeks as i have the time of my life with my friends. but some thing within me compresses each and every slither of joy i am capable of feeling. i am suffocated by the downfall of my emotions and i am blinded by the reminder that depression doesn’t take breaks, not even at birthday parties. depression is strongest whenever you are faced with situations that expose you to the reality that you’re the odd one out- you’re sticking out like a sore thumb. you’re moping and you’re constantly staring out into space. what are you even looking at? what do you have to think about? you have nothing to live for, so anything beyond what’s right in front of you has no relevance in this whole scheme of life. so take it or leave it. you should be enjoying this birthday party. all the other kids are happy. you should be too. you’re lucky you even left the house today. so lucky. had you stayed home, you would have been 100% alone with your thoughts, rather than 97% along with your thoughts, due to the constant interruption of your moping and resentment by peers and parents and teachers asking “is everything okay?”

habitually, you nod. yes. everything is fine. i’m doing well, thank you. but what is the meaning of life? why do i feel like there’s a big fat man sitting on my chest and stomach and heart all the time? why do i always feel like i’m the only one in the room holding back tears trying not to cry? why are the other kids so happy? am i missing out on some thing? why do i feel so sad? why is it that every time i’m surrounded by people who say they love and care for me, i feel as if i’ve never been more alone before in my life? why? do you pity me? it’s just who i am. is that weird?

and oh my god i was always so desperate to be different. perhaps it was just the way my personality was set up. and i was always fairly extroverted. but it was presumably a persona that i put on. hey world, look at me. i’m silly and creative and ill say things that nobody else would say. pay attention to me, look at me.

because i needed them to watch. i hope you never feel so out of control of your body as me, to where you feel as if the only way that you can be saved is if other people figure out that you’re dying on their own. you don’t know how to come straight out and tell them, “hey, i really would rather not be alive at this given moment. i have visions of ending my own life. i use self isolation as a coping mechanism at times in order to feel like less of a burden on those who love me. i haven’t felt genuinely loved in a really long time. i’m so lonely. i could really use a friend right now.”

you can’t just say that. and i became depressed at 9 years old. how would a 9 year old even possibly articulate these complex and life threatening emotions that severely alter the way that every one of their peers perceives them. those middle years are crucial for making friends. it’s at that age that you have to find a group of 3 to 8 people who accept at least half of your given characteristics and occasionally invite you to partake in shit that kids do.

i wouldn’t know. i was a fleeting spirit. appearing and disappearing from cliques like it was clock work. there was more than one willow. there was the catty, witty willow- that found self-approval and approval from others by teasing and belittling others in order to build her own confidence up. then there was the sweet, flower child willow that sold daisy chains on the playground at recess at the price of one hug. there was the willow that stayed near the teachers at times because it was obvious that the other kids wanted nothing to do with her.

and as time progresses, the newer evolution of willow became prevalent. the willow that kept to herself most of the time, spending recess in the class room alone, drawing on the pages of her books, talking to herself, worrying her life away. everyone wondered - what was wrong with willow? or perhaps nobody noticed at all. maybe i was so insignificant even at such a young age- that the only time people considered me was in my dreams.

depression changes a person. some times, the change isn’t even tangible or noticeable to those surrounding the victim. some times, it is a slow discourse of the destruction of the spirit. it can slowly creep into your ear one ungodly night, and forever more whisper its awful lies into the victims ear, as it infects their whole body, their heart, their mind, their spirit, their hands, their eyes. everything. it slowly progresses into the uncontrollable loss of feelings and motivation to even maintain basic proper hygiene. it makes everything feel pointless. things are no longer worth the effort because you’re going to die no matter what, and that can’t come soon enough.

yes, depression can be slow and progressive. but that’s not the worst. the worst depression is the kind that sneaks up on you out of nowhere in the dead of night and immediately stiffens every hair on your body and turns your blood cold, making your mouth dry and your tongue numb. this depression hits you like a fucking train. it hits you in your most vulnerable state- comfort and normalcy. from that point on, you will never know normalcy again.

depression has a way of deceiving you into believing things that are crazy and untrue. but these things become so real to you as the depression progresses into a lifestyle that you come to know nothing else but the lies that depression will fill you with- so nobody can really tell you anything. it will call you names. it will tell you that you’re better off dead. it will be your only comfort- feeling nothing- during the night, whenever anxiety holds you until you pass out from exhaustion. you will never be cold at night as long as anxiety and depression have you snuggled up in between them.

oh how depression loves to kick you around and belittle you. oh how it renders your fantasies pointless. it loves to keep you hostage- to the point where any time you get an idea that doesn’t include moping around in your own sorrow, it immediately renders that idea impossible and reminds you that you are depressions bitch. you eat when depression finishes telling you how fat and disgusting you are. you sleep all day, so depression can take a dip in your nightmares. you wake up, and realize that life with depression is the true nightmare after all.

you pray for the day that you are relieved from this blinding madness and this subliminal torture. you feel as if you are not only a burden to your own self, but a burden to the people who love you and care for you

the only times when depression allows you relief from questioning the ulterior motives of those around you who claim to love you and care for you is when depression instead allows you to feel ashamed of your affliction. when you’re depressed, people notice. they may pretend not to and they may ignore it. but they know. they just don’t know what to say.

what would they say anyways?

hey. i’m sorry your brains are figuratively dripping out of your ears and i’m sorry that you have convinced yourself that i only care about you because i feel guilty, and i’m also sorry that you don’t even have the motivation to take a shower. i’m also sorry that you don’t
remember the last time that someone made you feel special. i’m sorry that you can’t find a reason to smile. i’m sorry that out of all the millionaires, the talented ones, the ones who fall in love, and the ones with nice asses- you were the one to end up hating yourself and everything around you.

ask yourself…. what do you say? what do you say to someone who is depressed?

know that i understand that you don’t know what to say. because yes this sucks. and i don’t expect you to understand what it’s like to wish you were dead. and i am so jealous of you for that. but please treat me the same as everyone else. please love me. make
me laugh. invite me to go shopping with you. get shit faced with me. help me fill the gaping hole in my soul with pointless memories of laughter and small talk. talk about life with me. listen to what i have to say. let me love you.

yes, i have depression. trust me, i will never forget! but please, help me feel normal. i don’t want to feel different than you. i want to be your peer, not your charity case.

i am dying to make friends. i am dying to spend less time in this bed writing shit like this. i am tired of letting this god damn disease walk all over me like i’m a fucking patch of dead grass.

life sucks. but please remind me that winter fades to spring. please remind me that some flowers are seasonal, and not every flower spends its whole life in bloom. remind me that you have to spend time in the dark to understand just how beautiful life in the sunlight is. remind me that there’s no cure for a bad day like a strawberry daiquiri and deep, controversial conversations with complete strangers.

remind me that my car has a sunroof and that it’s okay to open it up and let my hair get a little messy. remind me that music is better when it’s too loud to really interpret what the artist is saying- but you don’t have to understand to feel some thing.

remind me that i don’t have to lose this fight.

i am fucking hurting. but for the love of god, i’m begging you to help me fix me. because i forget that there’s good in the world. i forget that depression isn’t the boss of me. i forget that i have the whole world in my hands. i forget that there’s life after high school and that it’s okay to be alone some times, but it’s never okay to be lonely.

i will never forget what it is like to have my heart ripped out by a disease that i can’t even lay my hands on. perhaps i can touch the blisters under my eyes from
crying so much. perhaps i can run my hands along the holes i’ve punched in the walls from being so angry with myself. and yes i can feel how my bed is sinking in towards the ground because i spend so much time laying here trying to feel some thing besides utter destruction and loneliness. i can never forget what this disease has done to me. there will always be a piece of my heart that this depression has stolen from

but with loving other people, i can aimlessly work to mend that hole. i can’t do it alone. i need a friend. i need you here with me.

i am so tired of being alone.
i will push you away at first. i may come off as helpless and a bitch. but please, that is the depression talking. it’s not willow.

willow loves the color pink
willow loves wild flowers
willow loves the smell of green onions
willow loves the feeling of sand under her feet
willow loves hearing about your childhood and how you had a speech impediment and a cat named angel
willow loves the smell of rain when it hits a hot sidewalk
willow loves to go barefooted
willow loves establishing connections with animals
willow loves willow, some times she just can’t see it

i need a gentle reminder of what it’s like to be a real normal teenage girl

this shit is hard. and being misunderstood makes it harder.

so i’m saying it loud and clear. my name is willow and i have clinical depression and generalized anxiety. my life has been a series of almost laughably awful events, which have resulted in said mental illnesses. i have been misunderstood, bullied, neglected, and hurt. but my story does not end here. i may never completely overcome my depression, but i will overcome my failure to acknowledge my illness. i will work to educate people about those who suffer as i do. i will help those with depression. i will be the friend that i have never had, but always needed, to anyone who wants it. i will be a testament to the depression that has oppressed me for 8 years now.

depression is not who i am. depression does not define me. what defines me is the fact that i am staying alive even though it is proving to be the biggest struggle that i have ever encountered, and i am asking that you help me and people like me. because it’s not a one person job.

my name is willow. and i’m telling you that depression is a rude ass bitch. but i’m a bigger bitch, and unlike my illness, i have the power to make people feel loved and valid. and i will use that power to overcome my depression.

i would like to dedicate this journal entry to everyone reading it. i may go to school with you, you may be just a random tumblr user, you may suffer with depression, you may suffer with some other deeply oppressive situation, you may just be a happy son of a bitch.
it doesn’t matter who you are. let this. journal entry be a testament to your life.

there are people with depression. and there is no way that i can ever explain to you just how it feels via tumblr text post or even via socratic seminar complete with gardens of text books and instructional videos. all i can say is that in this life, you are responsible for being there for the people around you.

you never know what someone is going through. people with depression practically have licenses and 4 year degrees in the field of putting up facades of being okay and sucking it up and repressing those explosive emotions. they don’t expect you to give a shit about them, because as far as they’re concerned, nobody has given a shit,
nobody currently gives a shit, and nobody ever will give a shit about them. they make it hard to help. but it’s so important that you break down those walls. and some times, all you need to do is smile at someone or invite someone to eat after school or to go to a party. you can’t do much for someone with depression. like i said, they’re a whole world away. their concerns and struggles are immaculate, indescribable. however, it doesn’t take much to show someone that you care even a little bit. even if it’s just picking and giving them a random flower.

if you suffer from depression or know anyone with depression and you need someone to look to for advice/help/inspiration, my DM’s are open. oversharing is caring. i know what it’s like to want to take your own life, and i fought the urge to do so even while writing this journal entry.

i am here for you. you are not by yourself. please DM me if you ever need someone to send you pictures of a cute animal to cheer you up, or if you even need me to talk you out of suicide. i know both feelings.

if you’re reading this,
i challenge you to go out of your comfort zone. yes you. i challenge you to do this one easy thing at either work or school, or out in public or in your family

1. pick 3 flowers, they can be store bought or you can have picked them yourself

2. give one flower to someone who you worry might have depression

2. give one flower to a random person who you don’t know

3. give one flower to a person you would like to get to know better, you never know when someone desperately needs a friend

it’s just a flower, but you could save someone’s life. some times, all people need is a gentle reminder that good things still exist and that somebody is thinking about them.

don’t be the person that assumes too high of a role or makes an excuse to not be able to participate in this challenge or share this journal.

you never know when you can save someone’s life.

remember: no matter who you are, i love you. and i am willing to comfort you in times of need. i’ve been where you are. and i know how much ass depression sucks.

my DM’s are open, and so is your future.
don’t end your story this early.

—  Willow Scalisi 4/18/17 (dam i just realized sonic got half priced burgers today, turn up)
BTS reaction to them being jealous of their s/o hanging out with guys


Jin would try his best to hide the fact that he was really jealous. He would get really quiet when you would bring up your other guy friends and every time you would plan to hang out with them. He would finally bring it up to you, but he would feel just really sad this happened. “I know you have guy friends, but it hurts my feelings you always hang out with them…I want to be the most important man in your life" 

Originally posted by softlytaejin


 Yoongi would be really up front about it. He would tell you as soon as he started feeling jealous. He would stand in front of the door before you left and just tell you. "Look. I don’t like that you always hang out with these other guys. You’re my girl… why don’t you stay home with me tonight?” He led you away from the door, and kissed your neck. “Next time, make sure you tell them who your boyfriend is.”

Originally posted by jeonbase


 Hobi was having a nice night on the town when he saw you hanging out with some other guys in a café. As soon as he saw, he hurried into the café and put his arm around you. He would give his small irritated smile at the other men and kiss your cheek. “Baby! You never introduced me to your friends~!” He would smile at them and hold out his hand. “I’m Jung Hoseok.” he paused a minute and then firmly saidHer boyfriend.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


 Namjoon would deal with his jealousy in a really mature way. He would let it go at first. He didn’t want you to feel like you couldn’t have male friends, but it kept getting to him. Finally he sat you down and told you how he felt about it. “Baby girl, I know you can be friends with whoever you want. I just want them to know their boundaries. I trust you, but not them.” Namjoon would pause and look into your eyes softly. “Can all of us hang out together rather than it just being you alone?" 

Originally posted by forursmiles


Jimin would be feeling a million emotions at one time the moment he saw you laughing with another guy. He would storm over to you, his cheeks puffed out slightly and take your hand. "Princess! Who are these other guys!?” Jimin would give them a glare and put his fists out in front of himself angerly. “Listen up. This is my girl. My princess. You better not try anything on her or else you’ll be dealing with me.” He would continue to yell until you finally calmed him down and gave him more attention than your friend that was just confused about the whole situation.

Originally posted by vminv


Tae would be pretty upset and try to ignore it all at first. He would ignore everything out said about your guy friends and give you a cold icy silence. He would always have a sad or angry look on his face when you went out with them. “Jagi… Why are you alywas with other guys? Am i not good enough or something…?” Tae would finally ask, a deep huskiness in his voice. 

Originally posted by chimtae


Jungkook would not like other guys being so close to you at all. He would be worried that you’d like them better or that they had something he was lacking. He’d always ask you a million questions about them and be super overprotective with you. When he finally met them, he gave them his tough guy act and would not let you out of his sight. None of them could even try to lay a hand on you. “No one else is allowed to touch my baby. No one else can have you but me.”

Originally posted by yoongguksx


Originally posted by bangtannoonas

(n) a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details

pairing: jimin x reader

genre: tons of fluff, some angst

length: 12k

summary: a new kid on the bus catches your interest, especially when he’s listening to your favourite song

a/n: i wrote this before jimin said he loves the song ‘lost’ by frank ocean. we have some sort of telepathy

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You're My Future

Request:  can I request a harry hook imagine where reader is now with harry but she used to date jay so when the vks come back to the island harry is afraid past feelings can resurface but reader assures harry not to worry and all fluffy please!!

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, a tad bit of angst

Words: 970

A/N: Jay seems like the type to cheat on his girlfriend (at least when he was on the Isle) so I kinda added that little tidbit in for a bit of spice! I hope you enjoy!

Isn’t it funny how your past just never seems to leave you alone? It doesn’t matter how long ago it was or how much you try not to think about it, but it’s always there. And your past happened to be standing right in front of you. 

“Hey [Y/N]…you look good. How are you?” Jay asked as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, shifting awkwardly from side to side as he looked at you. He kept looking over his shoulder, and for good reason. He and the others weren’t exactly welcome on the Isle anymore, so he had to watch his back.

You crossed your arms. “Oh, I’ve been great.” You said bitterly, you’ve always been one to hold grudges against someone. And you felt that him cheating on you was a very worthy reason to hold a grudge. 

Jay sighed and ran his hand through his hair and looked at you. “[Y/N], please let me explain-” He started to say when suddenly your name was called from elsewhere so you both looked over as your current boyfriend made his way over to you both. “Hook.” 

“Jay. What are you doing with [Y/N]?” Harry asked, putting his arm around you and pulling you in for a pretty heavy kiss, pulling back after a moment to look back at Jay, and you knew that Harry was trying to get the point across: you were taken. 

Jay frowned as he looked at you, then his eyes went on up to Harry where the sad look turned to a glare. “I was just talking to her, catching up. She’s her own person, you know.” Jay snapped, crossing his arms as he glared at Harry, who kept his calm composure, even though you knew good and well he was itching to hook someone.

“Harry. Let’s go. Now.” You said, giving him a look and not wanting this to get out of hand. “You need to save your energy for the fight.” You said, pushing him away and looking back at Jay. “It was nice to see you.” You said as a formality, pushing Harry away. You hoped that was the end of that, but it seemed to you like it was only the beginning.

Harry barely looked at you after that, and if he spoke to you it wasn’t his normal self, it was more one or two words to acknowledge the fact that you said something. 

After a few days of this treatment, you got sick and tired of that real fast. “Harry, what the fuck is going on with you? Ever since Jay-” You began to say, only to be cut off. 

“Ever since Jay what? I’ll tell you what. Ever since Jay came back you’ve been looking out towards Auraboredom all longingly, do you miss him? Come on, flat out tell me! I’m a man, I can fucking take it!” Harry snapped, finally looking at you and letting it all out. 

“Harry, what the fuck are you talking about? One, I’ve always wanted to go to Auradon, you know that, and two, I can’t believe you’re insinuating that I actually miss Jay! You know how I feel about him.” You said, glaring at Harry and crossing your arms, feeling extremely hurt by what he was saying. 

“How you feel about him? What, like you miss him?! Like you want him back?! Why else would you be so quick to pull me away from him, [Y/N]? I always told you if I ever saw him again I’d hook him for you, for what he did to you. Yet when given the chance you pulled me back!” Harry screamed, glaring at you and you looked up at him, tears filling your eyes. 

“I pulled you back because I didn’t want you to do anything in the heat of the moment. I never said I wanted you to hook him. Do I like him? Fuck no. Do I want him back? FUCK no! Does that mean I want him hooked? Fuck no. Because I want you, Harry. I don’t want anyone else. I could never want anyone else, Harry. And I can’t believe that you would even think that I would ever leave you for someone who hurt me so badly in the past.” You said, finally breaking down and letting yourself start to cry, putting your head in your hands. 

You stood there crying for a little bit, and after a couple moments, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around you awkwardly. After letting you cry it out for a few minutes, Harry pulled back and tilted your head up with his hook so you’d have to look at him. “[Y/N]… my love…I’m so sorry. I…I didn’t mean to make it sound like that. I just…” He sighed. “I know how much you used to love him. Because you did. And I’m just…I’m afraid that since he came back, you’re going to realize that you still do.” He said, his voice cracking some on that last sentence, and you saw a tear fall down his cheek, some eyeliner going with it so you reached up and wiped his eyes. 

“Harry, I don’t love Jay. I love you. I used to love Jay, but I don’t anymore. You can’t change the past. But that’s just what Jay is…my past. And you’re my future.” You whispered softly as you looked up at the crying pirate, you unsure of how to console him because you’ve never seen Harry cry before, so you just stood up on your tip toes and gently pressed your lips to his, putting as much intimate passion in the kiss as possible to ensure that he knew just how much you loved him and that he was your future. 

Okay look everyone’s got their own opinions about the CP characters at Hogwarts and I love hearing all the arguments for one house or the other but I hate when people get so aggressive with “they could never be in this house ever” because it’s so wild to me because there literally isn’t a right or wrong answer because the coolest shit about Hogwarts houses is it’s all subjective and the majority of characters can fit in any of the four houses (if you’re not a COWARD about it) because your house is all about what you feel and where you want to go in life and I’m rambling but THE BOTTOM LINE IS…any character can fit anywhere and that’s the beauty of it.


My boy Bitty

  • Hufflepuff - BOY IS HERE FOR HIS FRIENDS. He would drop anything for them and has occasionally been known to take on the role of Haus Mom (occasionally). He’s loyal to the death and would definitely fuck up a LAX bro if it was in defense of a teammate. He’s also such a hard worker! Like damn boy joined this college hockey team and he was scared in the beginning but he gave it his all and met with Jack at ass o’clock in the morning every day to get better and help his team and half of what he does is for other people honestly he’s the actual best friend you could have.
  • GRYFFINDOR - Do you know how brave this tiny Georgia gay boy had to be to move across the country into a different climate zone to spend all of his time with COLLEGE ATHLETES? Especially after everything he went through with his high school football team like damn my boy is tough as hell. He’s scared so much in the beginning but he doesn’t give up, he keeps going forward, no matter what Jack or the coaches say against him and honestly that’s the definition of bravery. 
  • R a v e n c l a w - Everyone can get up on out of here with that bullshit about ‘being good in school = Ravenclaw’ I will not stand for it. Ravenclaw is about ingenuity and creativity and you cannot tell me that Bitty isn’t creative as hell. With all his new pie recipes and ability to create any kind of dessert in less than an hour with any supplies available, Bitty is a creative mastermind. Does everyone remember the first pie he created with nothing but a cabinet full of Sriracha??? He would be a legend in Ravenclaw.
  • Slytherin - This one was actually a little hard for me, but I’m sure some of you could come up with a better argument. But Bitty is a determined and ambitious and there’s no way that can be denied. I actually think Slytherin would have been a good place for Bitty, because the houses are a whole lot about figuring things out about yourself, and I think Slytherin would have taught Bitty how to stand up for himself more. He obviously has strong opinions about his friends and others, and he’s determined and driven as all hell (again, fuck o’clock morning training sessions and ignoring everyone who made him feel like he didn’t belong on the team), but I think he has a bad habit of trying to put everyone else first. Bitty isn’t the most obvious Slytherin to me, but I can definitely see it as an option for him and think he would have made his fellow Slytherins proud (and very full of pie).

In conclusion: You can do this with any character, I love Harry Potter so much, and this post had no point thank you for your time.

Camp Camp Who's David? AU


“…Max…Max…are you okay?” Groaning the child’s eyes slowly opened to see a blurry collection of people standing over him. “He’s waking up! Gwen, get the the Ice pack!”

“Piss off David.”

“Hey langu-David?” His vision snapped into focus as Max sat up to see someone that was obviously not David standing above him. Getting up Gwen came rushing over holding an ice pack as Max glared at the stranger.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“He must have fallen harder than we thought, Max you should lie down for a while.” He put his hand on Max’s shoulder who angrily slapped the hand away.

“Don’t fucking touch me, where’s David?”

“Max, who are you talking about?” Turning Max saw Nikki and everybody else gathered around him staring.

“You know damn well who I’m talking about. He’s the one who thought it would be a bright idea to let Nurf pick what we’d do today.”

“I take offense to that.”

“Shut up Nurf. Who are you? And why are you dressed like David?”

“Max, I’m Jasper. I’ve been your counselor since you got here.”

“No David is. I’ve never seen you before in my life.” At this point Max was starting to get angry, why was everyone acting like they didn’t know who David was?

“Neil, why don’t you help Max get back to his tent-”

“I know where my tent is asshole.” He stormed off leaving the rest of the camp confused at his sudden outburst.

“I think that fall really messed with his head.”

“Coronation” Part Ten

Summary: She was the Queen of Sokovia, and he was the future king of Romania. Their relationship was full of hate towards one another, but will it change when his heart gets broken by a traitor to both of your powerful countries?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: tiny angst, fluff

Word Count: 1150

A/N: Okay, so here is a more fluffy part of the series. My online classes are going great. I have to wait for Government though because there isn’t a classroom open. My permanent taglist is open!

Coronation Series

Originally posted by imaginingbucky

Birthdays were supposed to be a joyous occasion. They were supposed to be full of family and love, but James didn’t feel it. Yeah, his mom and dad were there, but it was not the same without his Rebecca. She was always there for his birthday. She would wake him up every morning with a present. Then, every hour of the day he would get another. She loved birthdays. She loved that you could celebrate one person on the same day every year. She was a pro at birthday celebrations.

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Worth The Risk {Part 09}

Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky knew that all Steve wanted was for him to get along with her, but was it really worth the risk?

Part 01 / Part 02 / Part 03 / Part 04 / Part 05 / Part 06 / Part 07 / Part 08 /
Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 

Word Count: 2675
Warnings: panic attack tw, swearing, angst (?), probably gonna be sad

A/N: and here’s the next part of Worth the Risk! Hope you enjoy - i’m feeling a little awkward about this part? it felt choppy.. but i’m also just sick and stressed and very tired lol so idk if i’m just being hard on myself or if this is genuinely bad hoo boy but anyways, enjoy!

Originally posted by allthisherostuff

“Not me, birthday boy”

Bucky looked up at his best friend in confusion. Who else would have gone through the trouble for his birthday? He wasn’t particularly close to that many people in the tower and as far as he was concerned, he didn’t deserve any of this.

Steve continued to smile as he watched his overjoyed friend try to make sense of the situation.

“Which dame do you think is capable of putting together something like this, Buck?” Bucky turned around, eyes scanning over those in the room.

There was only one other person whom he was close to, and when his eyes met hers, he knew he had to be right. He took two large steps until he was face to face with Pam.


Pam began to speak, mentioning something about Y/N, but Bucky wasn’t paying attention as he pulled her into his arms.

“What did I do to deserve a friend like you?” Bucky mumbled, looking down at his friend in adoration as they slowly began to pull away from one another. “Thank you so much.”

Pam nodded mutely, a small smile making its way on to her lips. But Bucky was so overwhelmed at that moment that he failed to notice discomfort behind it, or the panicked looks being exchanged around him. He was so overjoyed that evening that he had become blissfully unaware of the mistakes he and his friend had just made.

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You heard that new survivors appeared in Alexandria, but you can’t get up to say hello nor you want to go to Deanna’s party. Since he’s gone you lost all hope, the world became grey and red from blood. The only reason you’re still here is that he’d be mad when you give up yourself. That’s why you stay in the house most of the time and revel in memories.
A knock on the door let you look up from the fading picture in your hand.
Of course it’s Eric.
Who else than him and Aaron would knock on your door and taking care of you like you belong to their family?
“I hope you remember that it’s spaghetti tuesday.” Eric arches a brow before his eyes wandering to the photo in your hand. “Let me take this for you and when the evening is over you get it back.”
Tears floating in your eyes as you watch Eric how he puts the photo in his pocket before guiding you out of the house.
“We’ve a surprise for you.” Eric smiles as he opens the door to their house.
“What? A movie-” The following words stick in your throat as you reach the kitchen. “Da-Daryl?”
The man of whom you believed he’s dead sits on the kitchen table of Aaron and Eric with a fork full of spaghetti. He stares up to you like you’re just a hallucination and every second you’d melt into thin air or the whole situation is just a dream.
Maybe it is, but then you hope that you’ll never wake up.
Suddenly he jumps up, the chair falls on the floor, and he pulls you in a hug. You let out a choking sob as you hold the trembling Daryl or he holds you.
No words are needed as he frames your face and presses his lips on yours in a hungry kiss..


do not date guys that can’t compliment your lifestyle. 

If your like me prefer the finer things in life, vacations, splurging whenever I feel and anything fabulous. Why date a guy who is the complete opposite? Someone who would make you feel guilty about the way you live or even try to change you completely? Don’t get me wrong opposites do attract but does it last? How much are you willing to put up with, is something you should ask yourself. Are you wiling to give up and change what makes you happy to make someone else happy….

my theory about 13 reasons is that alex did not shoot himself, i think tyler shot him… tyler was putting away the gun and cleaning it first, he removed alex’s picture, and he had everyone else’s hung up, plus that kind of seemed like foreshadowing that he knew the news before anyone else - including the principal who would promptly be called by the hospital… i feel like tyler’s on some kind of revenge rampage, he’s crazy enough to believe stalking is love so… i just don’t trust him, he’s definitely suffering and has the potential of being psychotic