why are we not best friends yet

so i know everyones screaming over ep10. like. we got canon gay engagement. we got yurio making friends. we got yuuri poledancing.

but i wanna talk a second about the writing of yoi - and why that poledancing is the best plot twist ive ever seen executed in anime history

plot twists are fun. the yoi fandom so far has called p much every single major plot event (makkachin, the engagement, etc), and its still fun! foreshadowing is amazing!! but what gets me about yuuris drunken fiasco is that no one saw it coming, but it still fits perfectly into the narrative, and that, my friends, is how you do a plot twist

no one saw it coming, but it doesnt make the rest of the narrative confusing. if anything, it explains a ton - why viktor offered to coach yuuri, why chris was so friendly w yuuri, why no one seemed shocked yuuri was doing an eros routine. and im just so stunned bc yuri on ice actually did a plot twist that wasnt easy to see coming, one that no one couldve called, and one that doesnt make us question any other prior part of the narrative. this isnt a last minute addition - this is something planned, something hilarious, and something i ADORE in a literary sense

take note, writers. this is how its fuckin done 

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I don’t know if anyone else has mentioned this yet but I felt like Yuuri’s mood was very similar to the second day of the Cup of China this episode.

Except instead of being concerned that he’s going to let Viktor down, Yuuri thinks he’s holding him back. Like he wants to be out there skating. At the same time I think Viktor is just a skating fanboy whose enjoying watching his husband, best friend and child skating their best.

Which is why we get panicked Yuuri telling Viktor they should end it. I’ve already made a post about Yuuri’s reasoning so now I want to talk about Viktor. More specifically how Viktor looks. He’s a picture of domestic bliss here. Remember how sad he looked at the Grand Prix Final last year? Now he’s wrapped up cosey in a dressing gown expecting a conversation about nuptials but what he actually gets is dumped. He looks so flawed in the preview but the thing is on the third picture Yuuri doesn’t even look that convinced with his decision. I think this is where the angst train stops though. Remember how Makkachin was the catalyst to them realising they didn’t want to be apart? This is the catalyst to cementing their personal relationship. Viktor and Yuuri need to move outside of the coach skater relationship because at this point I think it’s getting mixed up with their personal feelings causing Yuuri to reach extreme conclusions like he has done. As well as the fact they can still hide behind it to a certain extent. Their relationship isn’t ending here - it’s about to evolve.

Okay but why is this so underrated— Lydia literally looks like a princess saving her prince, or the queen saving her king and then we have the precious cinnamon roll that is Scott McCall watching both of his best friends in the background again at yet another great moment.

Shower Secrets (M)

Originally posted by defsouljb

A shower with your male best friend - in what world would that ever be a good idea? You know how it’ll end, yet you can’t seem to bring yourself to stop Jaebum from joining you.

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3,161

Warnings: very rough

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Your rage might be explosive, consuming, energizing, even frightening. Above all, it is valid. Why shouldn’t you be angry that the Trump supporters in your community—perhaps your teachers, coaches, and best friends’ parents—regard your family’s safety as collateral damage at best, a threat to the ‘real’ America at worst? Why shouldn’t you be angry that the president-elect used your religion as a prop, a bogeyman to point to whenever he sensed his campaign losing steam? It’s endlessly infuriating and you don’t deserve to live with the consequences of the past, nor the uncertainty of the future. Yet, here we are.

So what to do with that fiery ball of anger raging inside of you? I like to think of it as the fuel that powers forward motion. Doing work that fights against all types of bigotry is an antidote to the cold loneliness that comes with being isolated in your marginalization.

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What to Do With That Fiery Ball of Post-Election Anger Raging Inside You

Ways to fight Islamophobia, create community, and self-soothe. 

By Sarah Gouda.

You’ll never know - Harry Styles Au imagine

Warnings: Present Day Harry ignore the gif above that’s for the idea,SMUT,unprotected (wrap it up fellas) and oral (m+f)

A/N: I came up with this idea from watching Once Bitten with Jim Carrey and a vine I saw of vampire Harry I recommend listening to the devil within by digital daggers that also helps for the all in out theme. Enjoy x

I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t asleep yet, it was currently 3:45 in the morning and I was wide awake unable to shake the feeling that someone was watching me.

I received a text message from my best friend y/b/f/n

Bestie: hey boo wake up we’re going clubbing!

You: are you crazy it’s fucking 3 in the morning?!

Bestie: honey I know but it’s a vampire themed club and it’s new!!

You: alright I wasn’t asleep anyway

Bestie: pick you up in 10!

I know I’m totally insane getting dressed to go clubbing this early in the morning but I didn’t have another choice I mean I couldn’t sleep so I might as well go.

I decided to wear a body hugging black mini dress with silver high heels and my hair in a half ponytail. Y/B/F/N was on time honking for me to acknowledge her I hurried before the neighbours could complain.

“Hey babe” she smiled as I got in “Hey” I said breathless “so exactly what possessed you to want to come out at 3 and want to go clubbing?” I questioned curious “honesty I have no idea I just felt like we had to go” she answered and started the car.

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important questions i need answers to, an unfinished series
  • does sangdo still sponsor that little girl in burma?? how is she doing??
  • why does b-joo have a hoodie for johnson’s baby oil?
  • why can’t we let a-tom have his damn broccoli hair????
  • why don’t we talk about hansol and nakta’s friendship more??
  • WHY IS SANGDO SUCH A PISCES IT’S KILLING ME HE’S SO CUTE
  • why do we barely ever get to see xero’s beaUTIFUL ARMS??
  • do a-tom and yano still go in for waxes?
  • p-goon would be such a fun best friend. this isn’t even a question i just wanted to say it.
  • why is everything about hojoon amazing and yet he’s still super underrated?
forbes.com
Why 'The Walking Dead' Was Wrong To Stick With The Comics This Time
The Walking Dead ended up staying true to the comics in its season seven premiere, but if there was one time they should have changed things up, this was it. We lost one character that wasn't just important for The Walking Dead, but all of TV in general.
By Paul Tassi

While it should not be all that significant that an Asian actor plays a prominent role in a smash-hit show that isn’t a quirky best friend, or martial artist, or math genius, the fact is, it is significant. We simply do not have any other Glenns on TV, at least none as high profile as Steven Yeun. I obviously don’t follow every show on TV (and I can think of a few great Asian characters from SHIELD‘s Melinda May to Master of None‘s Dev) , but characters like Glenn are few and far between, if they exist at all. And now, suddenly, Glenn doesn’t exist either.

So, it’s a two-pronged wish here. Part of me wishes that Glenn was spared because I genuinely think it would have been interesting to see where the character would go in the future, free of his comic book fate. But I also mourn the loss of what was the most significant Asian role on TV. I get that everyone has to be “fair game” on The Walking Dead for the show to work. But again, I would make the argument that this death could have easily been given to Daryl. Daryl, the one who almost singlehandedly declared war on Negan. Daryl, the one who actually hit Negan and would have been the perfect object lesson. Daryl, the character who has been built up for  years for this traumatic moment, free of a comics-based fate. But AMC was too scared to pull that trigger, to kill that ultimate fan favorite. So the comics remained the blueprint, and Glenn died.

I’m sorry, but we have enough Daryls. Grizzled, white, loner, badasses that seem to lead every other action-based show on TV. But we do not have enough Glenns. We hardly have any, in fact. I’m not saying his race alone should have saved him, but I think Steven Yeun’s Glenn grew in importance far beyond his comic counterpart, so if the show was going to break from the comics, which it often does, this would have been a great moment to do so.

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You scratched at the turtleneck you were wearing, reminding yourself to kick someone’s ass later - and your own. Why did you have to run out of foundation? Why?

“You realize it’s spring, right?” Hermione asked, sliding in next to you on the bench.

“I’m well aware,” you said with a smile, trying to deter your agitation; she hadn’t done anything to you.

“Then why are you wearing that? You clearly hate it.” You let out a sigh, mulling the consequences over in your head. It hadn’t yet gotten around that you and Neville were together and the two of you preferred to keep it that way for a while. But Hermione was also your best friend and if you kept wearing this stupid shirt…she’d suspect sooner or later.

“You have to promise not to tell anyone. We don’t really want everyone knowing just yet…”

“”We?”’ she questioned, furrowing her eyebrows together.

“Neville and I.” You pulled down the fabric covering your neck and Hermione inspected the area before gasping, pulling back and slapping a hand over her mouth. She was torn between shock and happiness.

“When did the two of you even…?”

“Do you really want to know? Because it’ll make someplace in this school a lot less appealing…” Her cheeks flushed and she turned away from you, thinking, before letting out a deep breath.

“You can count on me - for now, at least. Ron and Harry are two very nosy people.” You laughed, nodding your head.

“It’s why I’m putting my complete trust in you not to let their nagging get to you. Now…do you know anyone who has any spare foundation? You’re not the only one who’s getting suspicious of this stupid shirt.”

Nice Guys Finish Last

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Can I request for a taehyung fluff/angst? You’re best friends with v and you have a crush on jimin but v likes you? Happy ending pls, thank u!

Nice Guys Finish Last

A/N: Okay so I’ve done quite a lot of best friend V’s…. like a lot (yes three is a lot in my world). So when I asked the other admin of Mystik Jem, why best friend V was requested so much, she told me it’s because V is just so ‘best friend material’. Well that got me thinking, V is best friend material, the nice guy, the lovable cuddly cutie who you couldn’t help fall in love with only after being best friends… so what if he wasn’t? What if he was the non-best-friend-material, bad guy, yet still your best friend, V. And that’s what led to this, a refreshing change from the usual. I think we all need a break from our usual cutie and discover some badass, V. Enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

Why do you keep tagging things like "they love each other"? I thought you were a different blog who just platonically ships them. They never have said they love each other. And even best friends say they love each other.

My dear, let’s go down this winding road shall we? 

If you haven’t read this glorious summary of Dan and Phil’s journey together I highly advise you do so.

What Dan and Phil have is incredibly special. I don’t think I have to declare that in such a broad aspect. It can be seen everywhere, and it’s why their following is so big, it’s why they have such a loyal fan base. 

The best way I can break this down is with the cliche, yet beautiful song, LOVE from Nat King Cole:

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Bendy Fanart Feature!

You see, this is what happens when you do an art feature for your fandom; the porn poooooouuuuurrrrrrs in, and then you have to explain to your innocent best friend why you’re covering their eyes from a piece of paper, and why you’re death staring the camera. Don’t look, Boris! Bendy is ashamed of you, and you should be ashamed of yourselves for this porn! Luckily, the NSFW hasn’t gotten into the BatIM fandom (irl) quite yet, so we don’t have to worry…. yet. You don’t even want to know what’s on that piece of paper, and I don’t want to know, either. I hope you like it!

My best friend & I are closer than sisters. We do everything together—we tell each other EVERYTHING, we’re almost never apart from each other, we’ve even shared a bed more than once. & because we’re so close, there are some people that actually think we’re dating (even though we’re both straight) & while we don’t let that gossip bother us anymore it used to really piss us off. This is why I have such a huge problem with ships like Destiel & Wolfstar. Because there is NOTHING WHATSOEVER to suggest that any of those characters are gay & yet there are people SO CONVINCED that they are, they completely twist canon around to make their ship seem legit. Sometimes people are JUST FRIENDS! What’s so wrong with that?

I think my favourite part in ACOMAF was

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when Tamlin lunges for Feyre (in Hybern) and Feyre’s basically trapped under a spell suppressing her magic.

And Feyre’s like, “NO,” “NUH UNH,” “NOT HAPPENING,” “NEVER AGAIN.” She immediately lifts the spell on herself and winnows away.

Leaving Tamlin to stumble (and probably fall.)

BUT WE’RE NOT DONE YET.

Rhys is simultaneously under the same magic-suppressing spell. He’s also supporting his best-friend-for-life, Azriel, stand (who’s bleeding to death.)

Rhys charges towards Tamlin, while Tamlin lunges towards Feyre, and Feyre winnows away to safety. ALL WHILE POOR AZRIEL FALLS PROBABLY (had Mor not been there to replace Rhys as a wall of support.😘)

And why does Rhys abandon Az?

To punch Tamlin in the face.

Feyre’s gone. Feyre’s safe.

But, Rhys is all like, “HANG ON, HOLD MY JACKET GUYS, HOLD MY BLEEDING FRIEND, TAMLIN HOW DARE YOU EXIST IN THE SAME ROOM AS MY MATE, LOOK AT ME WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU-”

(This probably makes me a terrible person. Yes, I accept.)

Osomatsu episode 24 or Why This Scene Was So Important (warning - spoilers):

Osomatsu Episode 24 was definitely one of the best episodes - however I have to mention about THIS scene:

When Osomatsu attacked Jyushimatsu, he was punched in the face. He was punched by Karamatsu. Do you understand how this was so important? My eyes literally widened with shock and I couldn’t believe what I just saw. Why?

We know that Karamatsu is that Matsuno who is constantly ignored. Nobody cared about him when he was kidnapped by Chibita and he could DIE. Nobody cares what he is talking because that is so-for-show and in Karamatsu style. He knows the best from all of them how painful is to being ignored, even by his brothers, the closest friends.

And yet, from all people in the room, Karamatsu was that one who reacted after Osomatsu an explosion of jealousy. Because even if he knows about feelings being ignored - he also knows that Choromatsu was the most important person here. That was Choromatsu night and even if he got all attention, Karamatsu understood his younger brother happiness was more important than him. In contrast to Osomatsu, who couldn’t stand that Choromatsu did more than him in his life.

 Another important thing you have to notice: do you remember when Karamatsu reacted like this to his brothers? Of course he isn’t an angel - however, he is the least person, who could punch someone from family. Being annoying? Of course, he is Matsuno, after all. But punch his older brother? We don’t know what he was thinking in this moment, but I can bet he was fucking furious at Osomatsu inmature behaviour. If you usually a calm person, you have to be really pissed off to give someone your fist. On their face.

And for the end, one last interesting part:

Look at their faces. They are really suprised (especially Todomatsu before, right after Osomatsu fell on the ground) by Karamatsu reaction. This is not kind of expression you would have if you saw this a lot of time. No, they were truly suprised how calm and (sometimes) nice brother punched older brother in front of them. Also, he took Osomatsu outside the house, probably for “conversation” - we can only imagine what Karamatsu would say to him, but it had to be really hard to digest since Osomatsu was sitting alone after this incident. 

In conclusion - that was definitely one of the best episodes, but this scene definitely is worth to notice. Not only that was great - but also we got something more and deep for Karamatsu.

I can’t wait for next episode.

Last Christmas

“Y/N! Oh my God I am so glad you came.” Zoe said as she hugged me tight and I hugged back.

Zoe invited me to a Christmas party at Zalfie’s and well, right now I’m kinda having second thoughts.

“Oh and don’t worry, Joe’s not here yet.” She whispered.

“Thanks, Zo.” I smiled.

We finally went inside and Alfie welcomed me with a tight hug just like Zoe did. Oh they’re so compatible.

The whole gang is here too. Oli, Tanya, Jim, Marcus, Niomi, Louise, Dan, Phil, even Tyler and Connor.

I tiptoed near the kitchen where Connor is standing. “Piggy back ride!” I said as I hopped onto his back.

“Why?” Connor asked dramatically and I laughed.

Even though he lives in LA, Connor Franta became one of my best friends. We experienced long distance friendship before we met at playlist live. From then on, we always hangout every time he visits London or every time I visit LA.

“Oh God I missed you.” Connor said as he put me down. “Nice sweater.” He added.

“I missed you too, Con. Please stay here forever.”

“I love you but I’m leaving next week.” He pouted.

“Ugh.” I frowned.

“You shouldn’t be here by the way.” Connor joked but I’m pretty sure It was half meant.

“I know. But this party is very important to Zoe. I don’t wanna disappoint her.”

“Oh Zoe Sugg. Can’t wait for the other Sugg to be here.” He gave me a teasing look.

“Stop it, Con. I moved on okay?”

“Psh. Yeah right.” Connor paused. He smiled as he stare at the door. “Speaking of the younger Sugg.”

I gave him a confused look before I turned around and saw Joe and Caspar entering the house.

I stared at Joe for a moment as he greeted everyone with his adorable smile.

He slowly scanned the room as he walked towards the living room. And that’s when our eyes met.

I quickly looked away.

“Moved on huh?” Connor asked sarcastically and he smirked.

I looked down and suddenly, all the memories from last Christmas flashed through my mind.

I hate that I remember. I wish I could forget what he did last December. What Joseph Sugg did to break my heart last Christmas.

I’ve been madly in love with him since like the 2nd Grade when he told me that I’m the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. I knew it was a joke. But it still gave me butterflies in my stomach.

It started as a simple crush. Then it grew up as a confusing, lovely, hurtful, exciting, amazing feeling. Maybe this is the thing you call love.

Fortunately, we both got into YouTube and decided to move to London. We’re not in the same flat but we’re just a short walk away and that’s great for us.

Finally, I decided to confess my feelings for Joe last Christmas. And it didn’t go quite well.

Last year, on December 25th, Christmas eve, I gave him a little present. A watch and some kind of love letter. I know, old school right? I thought it was a great gift.

But the very next day… he gave it away. I saw him with a girl at the mall. She’s wearing the same watch that I gave to Joe. They looked so happy and sweet.

Tears started falling down from my eyes as I stare at them. Joe noticed me from afar, he stared back at me with concern and surprise in his eyes. I automatically ran away.

Later that day, I discovered that the girl was Joe’s girlfriend. I remembered asking him about her once and he said that she’s nothing but a close friend. He lied.

Well… I cried.

Tragic right? Wanna know what’s more tragic? We haven’t really had a descent talk after that horrible incident. And for almost a whole year.

“Y/N. Sugg alert.” Connor said.

“Shit. Hide me.” I responded while panicking.

“No time. Just act cool.”

“Cool? How can I–”

Caspar interrupted me with an excited shout “Connor!” He ran towards Con and gave him a cute little hug.

“Hey, South African slut.” Connor joked.

“I missed you too, Coffee guy.”

Caspar turned his attention to me and he then gave a tight hug. “Can’t believe I’m saying this but I missed you so much, Y/N.”

“Caspar, I’m two blocks away.” I giggled as he let go.

I then saw Joe smiling awkwardly behind Caspar. He looked at Connor and greeted him.

“Y/N’s here too, Joseph.” Connor said.

Joe looked at me wearing a half smile. “Hey, love.” He said.

“Hi” I smiled back nervously.

God, I missed him.

Connor spoke again. “Come on, Caspar. Let’s go see Tyler.” He then took Caspar’s arm and pulled him away from me and Joe.

Connor winked at me before he walked towards the living room where everybody is just chilling.

The air was filled with nothing but silence when Joe finally spoke. “Merry Christmas.”

“Happy Christmas.” I greeted back. This is just so awkward. We’re like 25 inches away from each other.

“You look really cute in that jumper.” He said as he gave me a cute little smile. Not sure if he’s blushing or its just freakin cold.

“Thanks.” Awkward.

“Though the reindeer one is my favourite.” I noticed him moving closer.

“I think this one is the best.” I pointed at the white snowy jumper I’m wearing.

“But you look like a bear.”

“Is that a compliment?”

“Yes.” He stared at me for a moment before he spoke again. “You’re a really cute bear.”

I looked down as my face warmed and I unintentionally smiled. I realized that for a moment, we became our true selves again. We had a normal conversation. A conversation that is similar to our past conversations. Hilarious, nonsense, but meaningful at the same time. I missed him. I missed our old friendship.

“Who wants to play truth or dare?” Zoe shouted from the living room.

Joe and I looked at each other and I spoke. “You playing, Sugg?”

“Of course I am.”

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The gang sat down and formed a small circle for our truth or dare game. Connor’s sitting on my right and Zoe on my left. Unfortunately, Joe sat in front of me. I can’t stop looking at him. And apparently he can’t stop looking at me too.

I have a bad feeling about this. The last time I played truth or dare with these guys, I ended up smelling Alfie’s foot. It was a horrible experience.

“Caspar!” Tyler Called. “Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.” Caspar answered proudly.

“I dare you to kiss Marcus on the forehead and act like a married couple.” Tyler laughed.

“That’s pretty easy.” Caspar then sat in front of Marcus. He took his hand, his lips reaching for Marcus forehead. He made a kissing sound and Marcus gave him a jokingly disgusted face.

“You’re so gross.” Marcus said as Caspar’s lips touched his forehead. Everyone laughed.

Caspar sat back to his place and said “My turn.” He quickly looked at Joe who’s on his right. “Joe, Truth or Dare?” Caspar squinted his eyes to give Joe the intense effect.

“Dare Sugg of course!” Said Joe then everyone cheered.

Caspar gave him an evil look. “Joe, you’re so dead.”

“Bring it on.” Joe responded competitively.

“I dare you to…” Caspar grinned. “Call the girl you like and tell her what you want her to know for a long time. Tell her what you feel.”

Joe’s eyes widened and everyone else “ooooed”

Connor and Zoe looked at me teasingly. They quickly looked away so that no one will notice. They knew I hate it when they do that.

Alfie spoke “What you’re gonna call your girlfriend?”

“Oh my God Alfie, where have you been? Joe doesn’t have a girlfriend anymore since like last year.” Said Zoe.

“They broke up on December 26th. After Christmas awh.” Louise added.

“Do it, Sugg.” Caspar said.

Joe sighed and took his phone from his pockets. I saw him scroll down through his contacts.

I noticed Caspar looking at me and I raised an eyebrow. He mouthed the words “Get ready” and I just stared at him with confusion.

When suddenly, I felt my phone vibrate inside my pocket. My ringtone plays and everyone stared at me. Some of them are smirking, some of them are just confused.

I took out my phone. My eyes widened as I saw the name “Joseph Sugg”. I looked at Joe and he was staring nervously at the floor.

My heart is now beating faster and faster. At first I was hesitating but then… I decided to finally answer the call.

I put my phone closer to my ear. I again looked at Joe without saying anything. He then looked at me and I quickly looked away.

“Y/N…” Joe almost whispered. “Hey uh, it’s really weird talking to you on the phone when you’re like 18 inches away from me.” I finally got the urge to look at him again.

“So Caspar’s dare is to say what I really feel to the girl I like which is by the way is you if you can probably tell. In fact I’m in love with you. And uhm I just wanna say that… I’m sorry.” I felt tears ready to fall from my eyes. “I’m sorry for last Christmas. I’ll never forget that day when I saw you at the mall. Tears were pouring down your face. Hurt was clear in your eyes. I tried to follow you but you were so fast. I tried to call you when I got back home but you were not answering. I tried my best to move on but I just can’t.” And that’s when my tears fell. “All I want for Christmas is you to forgive me. I love you and I regret not saying that for a long time. Oh and uhm, may I just say… You’re the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.”

I ended the call without saying anything, slowly putting my phone down. I wiped my tears with my hand as I stare at Joe who’s also staring at me, his eyes full of sadness and pain. And so was mine.

“My turn.” Said Joe. “Y/N, Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.” I answered nervously.

He stared deeply into my eyes before he asked “Do you still love me?”

My breathing almost stopped when I heard him ask that question.

I paused for a moment before I answered “Yes.” I bit my lip as more tears fell from my eyes.

Joe smiled and everyone applaud. I even heard Zoe gasp with excitement.

“My otp is now real!” Tyler shouted and we all laughed.

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Okay guys I’m going to tell you a little bit about us. We met in 7th grade. We became best friends. High school came and you would never guess what happened we kissed fell in love. Happily ever after, right? Well no. Because you see, I am a stupid asshole. I cheated on her. Each and everytime I said the same thing baby I love you give me one more chance I changed I promise the same dumb bullshit I had believed. Yet I can tell you right now, I have never been more in love with someone now why couldn’t I just be loyal and caring and actually be there for her. Well if I knew I would tell you. But I broke her over and over and I don’t think I have ever seen such a broken girl in my entire life. I dread waking up from sleeping getting a call saying she isn’t here anymore because of what I did to her. Yes I know how could I possibly love this girl more than anything in this entire world and yet do such horrendous things. I don’t know honestly and I would give anything to go back in time and change it but I can’t so I’m having to deal with my consequences by losing her. Losing the girl I used to wake up to every single night with a phone call because she had a nightmare or something. The girl I used to cry over when she opened up and told me about her past. The girl I used to rush over no matter what time day or night just to keep her from crying. The girl I would give my own life up to let her live for, she is my world and I’m just a fuck up. I’m not looking for your sympathy that’s not what this is about. This is so you can go give her support and show her someone cares. She feels like she doesn’t have anyone to talk to and I just want to show her people aren’t all horrible jerks. So her tumblr is @xfuckinfeelingx and I would honestly much appreciate if you guys went over there and said some positive things or were there for her…
Thank you..

Fears Over Love

I never got tired of you little warrior.

I still look at you with the same look of love as I did when we were still friends.

We ended something that hasn’t even started yet, why’d you think you know what’s best for me when I wanted the best for us?

We’re two souls that are hiding from our feelings– our true feelings. We call ourselves friends when I feel like there’s so much more between us.

I want us. I want us together without complications. I want you to be mine because I would willingly be yours. Maybe you just need someone who won’t get tired of you, someone who’ll never leave you. Don’t push me away darling, I need you too. I need you to tell me that I’m worth it, that I’m worth something for you, that I’m worth trying for.

Tell me little girl, are you willing to forget your fear for love?

Maybe one day, yes.

Deceitful

“I like the sad eyes, bad guys

Mouth full of white lies.”  (X) 

Summary: Theo Raeken is new to Beacon Hills High and takes an interest in Liam Dunbar’s best friend. Against her pack’s warnings, she decides to give him a chance and befriends him- but is he really the nice guy he pretends to be?

*I don’t own the gif; credit goes to the wonderful owner/maker*

Note: This contains spoilers for season 5, so if you haven’t watched it yet, this is a heads up. I wrote this after watching the first three episodes, and then went back and changed some things after watching episode four. I’m just as confused as you are as to why I decided to write a short story (there’s only three chapters) about a character we barely know but hey it happened and I figured that I’d post it while I work on the imagines. Probably hella cheesy. 


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Sunday. 11 pm. bedroom.

When your best friend is a werewolf and is slightly terrified of your parents, sometimes he will show up in the middle of the night knocking on your window instead of using the front door like a normal person. Believe me, I know from personal experience.

           “Liam!” I scolded, ushering him inside. “What the hell? You know how I feel about you climbing that old tree- you could fall and seriously hurt yourself!”

           Liam just grinned. “I would heal within twenty minutes, tops.”

           “Still,” I tried, although I could tell I was already losing this argument. “It would really suck.”

           “It’s nice to know that you care.” He teased. I just rolled my eyes and shoved his shoulder. Liam smiled, but then it fell from his face and he sighed. “I have some news. Not really sure if it’s good or bad.”

           Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I waved him over to my bed. We both perched on the edge. I was too nervous about the possible information to relax; Liam was too keyed-up from the information to chill.

           He stared at his hands. “Tonight this guy with glowy claws attacked Scott.”

           My eyes widened. “Is he okay?”

           “Of course he is. He’s Scott.” Liam smiled slightly. Then he cleared his throat. “That’s not what I wanted to tell you. After the creeper left, this other guy started talking to Scott. Turns out, his name is Theo. He went to school with Scott and Stiles until he moved away in the fourth grade. He’s back in Beacon Hills now, and get this: he’s a werewolf. And he wants in the pack.”

           I crossed my legs and laced my fingers together, positioning them to cup my knee. “Interesting.” I mused. “Is Scott going to let him in?”

           “He said that he was going to think about it.” Liam explained. “But I don’t trust him, and neither does Stiles. I mean, isn’t it a bit weird that he magically showed up after all this time for Scott?”

           “Scott’s a True Alpha, and that’s really rare.” I licked over my lips. “Word travels fast in the supernatural world.”

           Liam shifted uncomfortably. “Okay, sure, you have a point there, but everyone who has seeked Scott out because he’s a True Alpha have not exactly been the kind of people you want to sit around a campfire with.” His voice held a strong hint of apprehensiveness.

           I peered at him through the dark. “Are you okay?”

           He looked me hard in the eyes, like he was fighting with himself on the inside. Then he leaned over abruptly, forehead smacking against the bony surface of my shoulder. “Ouch,” he mumbled into my sleep shirt. “That wasn’t very smart.”

           Knowing that if Liam wanted to tell me what was wrong he would, I decided to change the subject. “Is everyone at Senior Scribe tonight?”

           “Yeah,” His voice was slightly muffled. I fought the urge to shiver every time he spoke; his hot breath was searing through my thin t-shirt, and his lips felt incredibly soft. “They all went. Scott dropped me off at the hospital, but I got restless. So I walked over here. And Mason’s out tonight, but that doesn’t matter. He doesn’t know anything.”

           “Yet,” I said.

           “No,” Liam turned his head and nuzzled it into my neck. His mouth was pressed against my jugular. “I don’t know if I want to tell him. It’s a lot of information to process.”

           “It would be so much easier if he knew.” I enticed. “He’s your best friend, Liam. He’ll still be your friend even after he finds out that you’re a werewolf.”

           “You really think that?” He pulled back slightly to look at me with his big blue eyes, blown wide with innocence and hope.

           I smiled. “Of course I do.” I rubbed up and down his back in smooth circles, attempting to provide him some comfort. “I believe it with all my heart.”

           —

Monday. 7 am. outside the front doors of Beacon Hills High School.

The first day of school is typically a very stressful event. It can be made even more stressful if you find yourself at the mercy of Stiles.

           Now, it’s not that Stiles and I don’t get along. It’s that he finds it hilarious to mess with me because I’m so much smaller than him. Plus I’m basically the only friend of his that is human and can’t rip his throat out with my teeth- although sometimes I would like to.

           “Stiles, give it back!” I begged, reaching with one arm while struggling to balance the rest of my school supplies in my arms. I had yet to find my locker, so I was completely loaded with crap that I probably wouldn’t need. Stiles had already found his locker. I should’ve known when he offered to “help” me find mine that he was going to be an asshole about it.

           Laughing, he held the box of pencils higher. “C’mon, Y/N, jump for ‘em!” He teased with a toothy grin. “You can do better than that.”

           “Stiles,” I protested, quickly bringing my arm back down to get a better hold on the mess of binders I was carrying. If only my backpack was bigger. It was currently stuffed.

           “Less talking, more jumping. It’s funny.” He demanded, waving the box around above his head.

           “Now that’s not very nice,” a voice from behind us mused. Peering over my shoulder, I watched the new-comer clad in a leather jacket saunter over to us with an attractive smile on his slightly scruffy face. Crap. I’ve always been a sucker for the bad-boy look.

           “Theo,” Stiles greeted bitterly.

           Smiling, I shifted my binders to one hip and stuck out my hand for a shake. “So you’re the infamous Theo I’ve been hearing so much about.”

           He smirked as he took my hand delicately. “All good things I hope.”

           “Naturally.” I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “I’m Y/N. I’ve heard that you want in our… clique?” Stiles snorted from beside me. Hey, we were in public. There was no way I was just going to throwing around words like ‘pack’ and ‘werewolf.’ You could never be too careful.

           “I wouldn’t mind it.” Theo licked over his lips. His eyes flickered up and down my frame so fast that I wondered if it actually happened. Before I had time to react, he had already turned his attention to Stiles. “What’s up with the pencils, man?”

           Stiles still had his arm suspended in the air; he looked like quite the dumbass. He seemed to realize how stupid he looked because he slowly brought his arm down, making sure to keep the box in the hand farthest from me. “I took them from her.”

           “Why?”

           Stiles twisted his lips and gave a slight shrug of the shoulders. I could tell he felt awkward around Theo; Liam had said that Stiles didn’t trust him.

           “Do you want to maybe give them back?” Theo’s hands were tucked in his pockets, and as he asked the question he lifted his shoulders and rocked on his heels. It made the question seem light and playful. I could sense an under-lying threat; if Stiles didn’t give them back to me, I had the feeling that Theo was going to make him, for whatever reason.

           Emotionless, Stiles lightly tossed me the pack. “See you later.” He sent one quick look at Theo before spinning on his heel and stalking inside the building. I watched him disappear into the swarm of people.

           When I turned back to look at Theo, I was surprised to see that he was already gazing down at me. There was a sort of dreamy glaze in his eyes. I didn’t know how it made me feel exactly, so I just brushed it off. “Thanks,” I shook the pencil box. “I really did not feel like putting up with Stiles and his antics this morning.”

           “No problem.” He smiled. “Hey, can I see your schedule? Maybe we have some classes together. It’d be nice to know somebody.”

           “Oh, that’s right! It’s your first day!” I felt like a dumbass. “Oh, bless your heart! Here,” I jammed my hand in my back pocket and wiggled the folded piece of paper out. “Walk with me. I need to find my locker so I can put all this crap away.”

           Theo walked faithfully by my side, weaving through the rest of the student body as I searched for my locker. I didn’t think he was looking because he seemed so intent on comparing our schedules, so when he called, “Found it.” I didn’t know what he was talking about at first.

           “Oh my God, you’re an angel. Bless you.” I praised. “Can you do the combination for me? I don’t know if I could turn the dial with all this-”

           “BOO!”

           I screamed and everything fell out of my arms. Mouth open, I stared at the floor for a few moments before slowly looking up to see my best friend, laughing. Eventually the shock left me and I smacked his chest. “Damn you, Dunbar! Look what you made me do!”

           “Wow Y/N, you’ve got some really nice friends.” Theo said. I snorted, “You’re telling me.”

           Liam stopped laughing when he realized who I was standing next to. “Theo,” He nodded before giving me a discreet wtf-look. “I didn’t know that you guys knew each other.” Obviously we don’t, dumbass, because when you told me about him the other night I didn’t know who the hell he was.

           Thankfully, Theo spoke before I could voice what I was thinking. “We just met a few minutes ago. I saved her from Stiles.” He smiled as he sent me a shy smile.

           “And they say chivalry is dead,” I joked, prompting him to chuckle. Liam didn’t find it very funny; he glared at us like we had eaten all the iced donuts and only left him a plain-Jane glazed. I could hear the agitation in his voice as he asked, “Can I see your schedule? I want to know what classes we have together.” Translation: I am going into protective big brother/best friend mode and you better not try to stop me.

           I thought Liam was going to pop a blood vessel when Theo passed him my schedule. “Good news, Y/N,” he smiled. “It looks like we have the same electives.”

           “You like flower arrangement?” Liam deadpanned.

           My face felt hot as I groaned, “Liam, I took that last year.” I glanced over at Theo. “And it was the worst mistake of my life.” He laughed. I wasn’t lying though. We literally did nothing in that class, which might sound great, but it wasn’t, believe me.

           Liam scanned my schedule briefly and sighed. “It looks like we only have English together.”

           “Hey, that’s better than nothing, right?” I tried to send him a smile, but he wasn’t looking at me. I followed his glare to see Theo neatly stacking the items I had dropped into my locker. “Oh, that’s so sweet of you. Thanks.” I placed my hand on his bicep gently. I didn’t really mean anything by the gesture; I did it all the time to Liam and Scott and the rest of the pack.

           Theo shivered. I immediately pulled back. “I’m sorry, are my hands cold?”

           “No, you’re fine.” He gave me a goofy grin. Liam growled.

           —

Monday. 12 pm. the cafeteria.

I was actually kind of enjoying my lunch- but that was before I was surrounded. “Um, hi guys,” I said through a mouthful of pretzels. “What’s up?”

           Stiles scoffed. “What’s up is that you’ve been hard-core flirting with Theo.”

           Liam nodded. “Yeah.”

           Stiles kept on. “And in case you haven’t noticed, Y/N, we haven’t cleared the guy of being an insane serial killer yet.”

           “Yeah!” Liam agreed once again.

           I rolled my eyes. “Guys, I wasn’t flirting with Theo. I was just being nice. You should try it some time. It might make you friends.”

           “I have plenty of friends.” Stiles glared, crossing his arms.

           Scott waved him off. “Y/N, we’re just trying to look out for you. We’re not really sure why Theo is back in Beacon Hills. Until we’re sure, everyone needs to be cautious.”

           “That’s great, Scott.” I unscrewed my water bottle. “While you guys avoid him like the plague for no reason, I’m going to give him a chance.”

           Stiles sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “No, I clearly just advised against that. We can’t trust him, Y/N. He wants in our pack. We need to make sure that he is who he says he is before we do anything.”

           “Hm, and how do you propose we do that?” I raised an eyebrow. “Break into your Dad’s office and pull up his file? Is that how you want to play this? Discover if we can trust someone through illegal workings? Your logic is severely flawed, Stilinski.”

           He snorted. “You’re no angel either.”

           “I know.” I mumbled, losing my momentum and focusing my gaze on my bottle cap. “Believe me, I know.”

           —

Monday. 1:30 pm. Art I.

Somehow I got lucky enough to land Art as my last period of the day.

           I was just settling at the table at the very back of the class when the stool across from me was pulled out. I caught sight of blue eyes and bit down on my lower lip, retracting my gaze. “Is it alright if I sit here?” He asked softly. Theo had already sat and dumped his stuff; I didn’t have the heart to tell him no. Plus, I wanted him to sit with me. So I nodded.

           Ms. P closed the door just as the bell rang. Her fiery orange hair was piled up on her head in a sloppy bun, maroon glasses balancing on the end of her nose. “Good afternoon.” She drawled. “I am Ms. P, your instructor for this course. Today you will be using your own materials to create what you most desire. You may begin.”

           Well, that was brief and non-descript. I guess I’ll just wing it.

           My sketch book was the only thing I left in my bag, along with my Prismacolor pencils, so I went ahead and fished those out.

           “Did I do something?”

           Jumping, I looked up at Theo’s wide eyes. “No,” I said softly. Then I cleared my throat. “I’m just not supposed to talk to you, apparently.”

           He raised an eyebrow. “Why is that?”

           “My…” One quick sweep of the room told me that no one was paying attention to us. Still, I spoke with a lowered voice. “…pack chewed my ass at lunch. They get protective.” I rolled my eyes and pushed my hair out of my face. “They think that they can’t trust you.”

           “I’m much more interested in what you think.” He was smirking and leaning towards me slightly. I found myself doing the same thing as I said, “I think that you deserve a chance.”

           “That’s all I want.”

           “I know, and I want you to have it. So this is me giving you a chance. Don’t make me regret it, new boy.”

           Theo laughed softly. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He sunk his teeth into his lower lip, pulling his brow together as he looked at my paper. “What are you drawing?”

           “Well, she said to draw what you most desire so… I’m drawing what I most desire.” I held my pencil above the paper and stared blankly, trying to picture a tiger in my mind, muscles rippling as it pounced, or maybe a lion standing tall, mane becoming jostled by the wind.

           “Okay, then, what do you most desire?” His voice was low and seductive; it invited me to share my deepest secrets.

           My fingers came up to play with my hair as I nervously confessed, “Strength.” I waited for him to laugh. It was kind of an odd thing to want, but I did. I wanted it more than you can imagine.

           “You want to be strong?” He asked. When I nodded, he cocked his head to the side. “How can you want something you already are?”

           Biting back a smile, I ducked my head. “I don’t think I’m strong.”

           “Well I think you are.”

           “You don’t even know me that well.”

           “I don’t have to. I can tell that you’re strong.”

           Shaking my head, I asked, “Alright, what do you most desire?”

           Theo blushed slightly. “You’re going to laugh. It’s so cliché, and it won’t really help the whole thing with your pack not trusting me. But…”

           “I promise I won’t laugh. And I’ll keep an open mind. Pinky swear.”

           He focused intently on the edge of the table, picking at an old paint stain. “Okay… I want power. Control. I want to be in charge of something and the way it plays out for once. So many things have happened in my life that have made me feel helpless. I just want to be able to have a hold of the reins.” He glanced up at me from underneath his eyelashes. “Go ahead and run to your pack and tell them that I’m a super villain with a hankering for world domination.”

           I raised my eyebrows and crossed my arms. “Do you seriously take me for the type to break a pinky swear?”

           Theo grinned. “I guess not.”


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