Please take a few minutes of your time to read this. I’m not asking for anything. I just think that this is something that isn’t said enough.

My mom is extremely homophobic and recently, she found out that I’m gay. I didn’t tell her. My brother was talking to my mom and let it slip. And if I was not ready to tell her, I was definitely not ready for the backlash of her knowing.
I was taking a nap when my mom found out. The moment my brother let it slip, he tried to take it back but it was too late. They started arguing and it woke me up. I couldn’t really hear what they were saying and looking back at it now, I’m glad I couldn’t. I later found out that my brother was trying to explain to my mom that nothing was wrong with me for liking girls. That my happiness was all that mattered. But my mom wouldn’t listen to a word he said. So my brother begged her not to say anything to me. Not until I told her myself. And she didn’t.

I could feel the tension during dinner but I didn’t bring it up until later that night. While I was getting ready to go to bed, my mom started asking me questions about boys. What kind of boys I like and stuff like that. Instead of answering the question, I changed the subject and asked about the argument. Her expression immediately changed from lighthearted to somber. In that instant, I knew I would regret asking. She looked me straight in the eye and asked me if I liked girls. The moment I registered what she was asking, I froze. I just stood there, staring at her. Tears began streaming down my face because I knew what was coming. And I wasn’t ready for it.

I never answered her question but my reaction was all she needed for confirmation. She became hysterical. She began saying things that I mostly blocked out because they hurt too much. I tried to tell her that it wasn’t a choice, that I didn’t choose to be gay and she told me that I needed to change my thought process because my father was going to be ashamed of me. My father died of brain cancer when I was four and I always feared what he would think of me if he was still alive today. Hearing my mom say that hurt like hell. I broke down and my brother tried to comfort me but I cried myself to sleep that night.

The next day, my mom acted like she didn’t just tear my heart out. She pretended like it didn’t happen and avoided making eye contact with me for a week. Now, we’re sort of back to normal but our relationship is strained. She’s in denial, always making passing remarks about homosexuals, and it will never go back to being the same after that.

Thank you for reading this. When I told my friends what happened, they told me that it was bound to happen eventually and that it was better my mom found out now. But they didn’t understand the feeling of having your mom tell you that she would rather die than have a gay child. Let me tell you, it was the worst feeling I have ever experienced in my 17 years of life.

If you know anyone who identifies on the lgbt+ spectrum, please don’t out them. Even if they stole your crayon when you were in Kindergarten and you haven’t liked them since, don’t out them. I had it better than most people. I know children who have been kicked out of their homes for being different. So don’t out anyone. Don’t bash anyone for being in the closet. You don’t know their situation. When they’re ready, they will work things out on their own.

Pounding Heartbeats // The Color Of My World Part Three [A Stiles Stilinski Soulmate AU]

Series: Part One Part Two

Relationships: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/Stiles Stilinski x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Oral (Male on Female), Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Virginity Loss, Cheating, Stiles Being The Fucking Cutest, Abusive Boyfriend, and Swearing. 

Word Count: 6,373 

Song: Heart by Sleeping At Last (This song is so beautiful in Stiles’ POV, holy shit)

Putting his hands on my waist and pulling me up with his strong arms, Stiles sat me down on the surface of his kitchen counter. Once he made sure I was comfortable enough, Stiles let go of me to walk over to his refrigerator. Opening the door to the freezer, he pulled out a frozen bag of peas.

“Sorry, I don’t have any ice so…” He trailed off as he approached me again.

“It’s okay.” I smiled, allowed him to push my hair back and place the icy-cold bag of frozen food against my still stinging cheek. Stiles’ eyes stared at me with concern when I winced at the slight pain, but stayed to let him keep it there.

“I can’t believe he did this.” Stiles shook his head in disbelief, hurt evident in his voice. “He doesn’t deserve you, Margaret.”

“I-I’ve never seen him so angry before.” I stated, my own voice weak as I felt the tears continue to fall. “He’s always been so sweet, I just don’t understand what happened.”

“It’s all my fault.” Stiles whispered, unable to keep his face from faltering. “I know how much he hates me and I was way too mesmerized by you that I forgot I was trying to steal someone that belongs to him.”

“Stiles, I don’t belong to him.” I said, bringing my hand up to his chin and lifting his face to look at me again. His eyes were in pain and I desperately wanted to make that anguish go away. “Do you know the Greek myth of how soulmates were born?”

Stiles shook his head and, letting go of his chin, I grabbed his free hand with both of mine.

“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with two heads, four arms, four legs, and two hearts. They were happy and extremely powerful. Zeus, fearing their power, decided to split them into two separate beings and condemn them to spend their entire lives searching for their other half.” I explained, my thumb brushing the back of his hand. “Stiles, you are my other half and I belong to you.”

My words sparked a small glimpse of light in his eyes and the beautiful sight made my heart fill with hope. After tonight, my story with Theo is over and now I can officially start a new one with the person I am supposed to be with all along. The small amount of time that we spent together made me realize that what we have isn’t exactly love at first sight — it’s soul recognition.

Stiles tugged me closer and my hand pressed against his warm chest, preparing myself for what was coming next. I felt his heartbeat underneath my touch, the thunderous, rapid pounding bringing a smile on my lips in amusement. Our breaths mingled together as we stared at each other, both of us a little unsteady. Hunger glowed in his golden eyes, his hand lowering the bag of peas and putting it on the counter beside me.

Looking down at his lips for the slightest second before closing my eyes all together, I slowly leaned in. I felt like I would regret kissing him so soon if I did, but I knew that I would regret it even more if I didn’t. With my heart pounding against my chest, much like his, I could feel Stiles’ breath pick up as our faces inched closer together. We took our time to just enjoy the drumroll of our upcoming kiss, allowing the sexual tension to take over the air.

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Originally posted by nnochu

Chapter 3

╳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

╳ Genre: fluff, smut, angst 

 ╳ Summary: Being the Duff has really changed you.”“Excuse me, the Duff?” I asked, my voice rising a little at the end.“You know, the Designated. Ugly. Fat. Friend.”

As soon as I stepped into the house, I knew I would regret it. The music was so loud, I could feel the bass pounding through my chest. The living room was crammed full with people, and the thought of actually having to walk into that was giving me anxiety. But just remembering that this was Yoongi’s house was making my stomach do summersaults.

“Y/n, lighten up will you? It’s a party, you’re supposed to be having fun.” Lisa said, snaking her arm over my shoulder.

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I’ll Wait (1/2)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Words: 3,709

Summary (request): Bucky declares his love for Y/N on a day he shouldn’t. 

Warning: Angst, but some adorableness as well. 

A/N: So this was also a request by a darling who wishes to stay anonymous, she said I could write whatever I wanted and dedicate it to her, so here goes, darling. Hope you enjoy! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated, much love to you all! 

Part 2

“I’m in love with you,” Bucky said as confidently as he could. His steel blue eyes were boring into yours as his heart beat at a frantic pace.

You didn’t answer him, only stared at him with a blank expression. It was only because he knew you better than you know yourself, he could see your lower lip slightly trembling.

“I know I have no right to say this to you,” he quickly added, taking a small step towards you. You didn’t move, only looked at him with stern eyes and lips pressed into a thin line.

“Especially not now,” the sadness in his words lingered hard in the room as he looked at you from head to toe. His eyes met yours again, and he knew his eyes displayed the heart-wrenching sadness he was feeling in his chest.

“But I knew I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t tell you,” he took another small step towards you and when you didn’t move, only looked at him with an unreadable expression, he slowly lifted his left hand to cup your cheek. The corners of his lips lifted in a small smile when you didn’t flinch or move. His hand was centimeters from your face when you abruptly stepped back, eyes never leaving his.

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Used to This - Part III

Overview: You’ve lived with the Winchesters for years as a fellow hunter, and everyone has always stayed well in the friend zone. What happens when nightmares come haunting and Dean offers to help? Will things change, or is it all in your head?

Characters: Dean, Reader, some Sassy!Sam

Word Count: 1,805

Warnings: Snuggles, hunting violence, mild language, a cliffhanger

A/N: I’m feeling 5 parts for this one, loves. I hope you guys like Part 3! 

Beta’d by: @wheresthekillswitch - “Keep it up and I’ll smack you with my wet noodle arm, spoiler alert, it’s al dente.”

Also beta’d by: @hannahindie - “Ohhhhhhhhh man. I need more. MORE I TELL YOU.”

Read: (Part 1) (Part 2)

The sound of whispering Winchesters tickled my ears and dragged my brain to a half awake state.

“Dude, what the hell?”


“Y/N is in your bed.”

“Thanks for the info, Sam, I hadn’t noticed.”


“Look man, she was cold. That’s it. We’re both fully clothed under here.”

A sigh from Sam, then, “Was it really necessary for her to lay on top of you?”

“It’s a small bed.”

“Right, I’m sure that’s why you two are practically fused together.”

“Way to make it weird, Sam,” I mumbled, finally bringing myself to join the conversation.

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Super Date

It’s finished, edited, and ready to be read. Enjoy, guys!

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor
Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Maggie Sawyer, Alex Danvers
Additional Tags: lots of flustered kara, First Date, realizing sexuality, Fluff, the fluffiest bitch, lena doesn’t know that supergirl is kara

Lena Luthor finally gets the courage to ask Supergirl out on a date. Kara Danvers is determined to give her the most amazing date of all time.

Rooftop dates and candlelit dinners.

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Give Me Love-- Harry Styles

All I want is the tastes that your lips allow,

My, my, my, my, my, my, Give me love. My, my, my, my, my, my, Give me love.

Give me love like never before.


I sit on my bed, staring straight at the creme-colored wall of my bedroom opposite of my bed. My eyes have lost the redness and puffiness from crying, the tears now long dried onto the flushed skin of my cheeks.

 Every time I see his face flash across my mind, I take a swing of the odd yet effective combination of Vodka, beer, Whiskey, and Rum mixed together into the glass beer bottle. In the other hand, I hold what I think to be my eighth cigarette, and I’m gripping onto both objects as if they were the only things that were keeping me alive. 

Come to think of it, they probably are. Every time I think of him, the heavy cloud of emotions that is suspended over me crashes down onto me, threatening to suffocate me under the ruthless, painful memory. The substance of alcohol I hold and a long drag from the nicotine seems to be the only thing that can fix it.

 No. It does not fix it; it suspends it again.

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Alexander Nylander - Permission Part Six

Word Count: 1565

Warnings: Cursing

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten

*Alex POV*

It happened so suddenly. We were all sitting down enjoying our time together. I was so glad to see y/n and Kappy getting along. He’s become one of my good friends out here, I trust him a lot. Y/N was explaining her job to Kappy. I sit there and admire how excited and proud she is to explain it. I turn my head for a moment and that’s when I saw Will walk into the restaurant. Anxious, I started to fidget, not knowing what to do. If he sees me he’s going to blow up and cause a scene. The last thing I want is to piss him off even more. He still brings up the first night every once in a while. I could always stay here and risk him possibly seeing me, but it would be better if I could convince him to leave.

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Cold Front


Characters: ReaderxSehun 

The fireplace I was sat near popped and crackled loudly. Despite the heat it provided, I shivered and pulled my quilt around my body tighter. The power in my house had gone out due to a huge winter storm, and we were waiting for it to be fixed. I wanted to grab my cup of cocoa from the coffee table next to me, but was unwilling to expose my hand to the frigid air around me.

Sehun walked around the corner and let out a full laugh that echoed through the house.

“You look absurd,” he said to me, lovingly.

I had taken my cover and wrapped it around my head. I assumed that I looked similar to a grumpy toddler who constantly carried a blanket with them.

“This weather is bullshit.” I pouted and made Sehun laugh again.

"You know, there are ways to stay warm other than fires and blankets,” he smirked at me and winked at his insinuation.

"Oh Sehun. If you, for one second, think that I am going to undress for sex when it is this cold, you are a moron.” I tightened my grip on my blanket and furrowed my brow at him.

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anonymous asked:

sooo do you think adrien's fake shit-posting twitter has a lot of followers? lolol

In the tens of thousands, probably.

adrien_ebooks: i dropped my phone the other day and i literally died. my heart stopped beating fam!!!!!!!
adrien_ebooks: (fun fact: nine times out of ten a model’s phone is their seventh horcrux)
adrien_ebooks: luckily there was an ACTUAL GODDESS nearby to resuscitate me
adrien_ebooks: the only downside is I had to give her my soul and now my fine ass is off the market #sorryladies
sherises_tomakebread: Somehow I knew I would regret following you.
adrien_ebooks: babe wait

Misunderstandings - Kyle X Reader

****************************************************************************************************Requested by @wholockedcumberwumberCan you do an imagine in which reader is Kyle’s girlfriend and he only talks to Zoe at the party because he got into a fight with reader and she sees him talking to Zoe when she goes to try to apologize and since the party is so loud she doesn’t hear him telling Zoe how much he cares.


I honestly didn’t even want to go to the party. After just having the worst fight in the history of my relationship with Kyle, the last thing I wanted to do was wear some tight outfit and dance with a bunch of people I didn’t know and would probably never see again.

Still, my sorority friends insisted that I went with them to the point where it was easier to agree and go than to resist them and have to hear their complaints for the next week if I didn’t.

So I reluctantly got dressed in my favourite party outfit, a short maroon dress that flowed from the waist down and lacked sleeves back had a thick strap of fabric that wrapped the end of the throat. I paired it with white heels and a white purse, tied my hair up in a loose bun and I was finally ready to go.

“See? You look gorgeous,” my friend exclaims as I make my way into our communal area, “We are going to have so much fun!”

By the time we reach the party Kyle is barely a small thought in the back of my mind. We immediately make our way to the kitchen where we know, based on the sorority house we’re at, that there will be plenty of pizza available.


If it hadn’t been for my frat brothers I would never have gone out partying tonight. Y/N and I had been dating for a year and after the fight we had yesterday I really don’t know where we stand as a couple anymore. My frat brothers had noticed how sad I’d been and decided that a few drinks, ironic since I never drink when I’m out with them, was the best option to cheer me up.

I slowly peel off the shirt I’m wearing and replace it with my frat shirt, secretly hoping that if I move slowly enough, they will leave without me. But, much to my dismay, when I walk down the stairs to meet them, every single one of them is sat there waiting patiently for me so we can take the bus and leave.

When we arrive at the party, the house is already packed to the rafters, people standing in every available area of floor space as we squeeze our way through the packed hallway and I make an effort to immediately separate myself from my friends. I manage to push my way to a table, seating a massive ice sculpture and I find myself fixated on a face, standing on the other side of the table. Slowly she walks until we stand face to face.

“I’m Kyle.” I shout over the noise around us.

“I’m Zoe.” She shouts back, smiling flirtatiously.

An hour passes as we become completely absorbed in our conversation.

“You’re a really good guy Kyle.” Zoe starts, suddenly becoming sad in her eyes, “But I don’t think this is going to work out.”

“Oh no… I-I wasn’t looking for a relationship I have a girlfriend.” I blurt out, nervously attempting to find the right words to not humiliate her.

“Then why are you here alone?” she snaps, “And why are you talking to me?”


After a few hours, sitting in the kitchen turns to being a bore so I gather all of the energy I have left in me and find my way back into the main area of the house. Slowly I make my way to the stairs, desperate to find a place to sit until another loner walks over to start a conversation. But halfway there I stop dead in my tracks as I notice a familiar face. Kyle, smiling and quite obviously flirting with a tiny blonde girl who I had never seen before. Before I can turn he looks over and his face falls as he recognizes me and as he starts to walk over I turn and push my way out of the house and run to my car. Driving off before he can get close enough to open the door.

When I get home I immediately rush to the drawer where Kyle’s belongings that he left in my room and start throwing it into a duffle bag, ready to throw at him when I drive around to tell him we’re over. As I’m searching through his stuff I find a framed picture of us from our first date and burst into tears as I struggle to believe that he would actually cheat on me. As I’m huddled in my own tears, I hear the door open and footsteps creaking on the wood that lies underneath the carpeted floors.

“I knew I would regret giving you a key.” I snap, trying to disguise my voice to hide the sadness that runs through my tone.

“You don’t mean that.” Kyle whispers, almost as if he’s scared that speaking in a regular tone would break me into a million pieces, which in that moment was a possibility, “Can we just talk about this?”

“I thought we decided not to talk about things. Isn’t that why we fought in the first place?” I reply sullenly, turning to face him, “I knew we weren’t having the best of times together but how could you cheat on me so blatantly?”

“I wasn’t cheating on you,” he says, his eyes flickering to the ground, unable to meet mine, “I was just talking to a girl.”

“A girl who was practically salivating over you,” I say and he sighs, “I saw the way she looked at you, it was the way I looked at you when we met.”

“Will you just listen to me for a minute?” he almost shouts, attempting to control his temper. When I don’t respond he moves to sit on the bed, directly next to where I’m sitting but I move across slightly as to still keep my distance, “I didn’t cheat on you, and deep down I think you know that. We’ve been together for a long time and I’ve never lied to you or done anything to hurt your feelings… just tell me you believe me.”

“Then what would you call what the two of you were doing?” I ask, completely ignoring the last part of his sentence.

“Actually the exact moment you saw me was when I was telling her about how much I love you,” he answers and I flash him a look of disbelief, “No I’m being serious, she asked me why I was talking to her if I had a girlfriend and I told her all about you, about how much I love every little thing you do, about how I’m nothing without you.”

“I believe you.” I whisper and he smiles through a nervous laugh, taking my head in his hands and leaning forward until our foreheads touch.

“Thank you, let’s move past this, I love you so much.”  He mumbles so quickly I barely catch his words and for the first time in what feels like forever, I smile as I nod and our lips collide.

“Stay here tonight.” I whisper and he nods, smiling. I slide backwards and lay down and Kyle moves to do the same and lies down beside me, moving a strand of hair from my face before moving his arm to protectively lace around my waist. I smile, closing my eyes as I feel his lips touch my nose before he too closes his eyes and as the both of us fall asleep I can’t help but feel as if just this once, everything was going to turn out the way it should be and I fall into a deep sleep, my thoughts are filled with the our picture perfect happy ending.

Moving Forward Chapter 11

Prompt: Reader gets pregnant by the sourwolf but he leaves before she could tell him, time skip the kid is 3 and the pack is the readers main support.

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader, Pack x Reader

Word Count: 2,138

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Hostage Situation || Jason Todd /The Red Hood X Reader

A/N : I really enjoyed writing this hope y'all like it too.


PROMPT 11: “ ……ignore that explosion ”

PROMPT 56: “are you ready ?/no I’m not ready at all !!”

“You know ” The Red Hood drawled , tapping his gun against his helmet making a clinking sound “When I came here , I never expected it to be a hostage situation ”
“You and me both, buddy ” you answered looking up at him from where you were tied to the chair. A voice at the back of your head warned you not to sass The Red Hood but you had been tied to a bloody chair for over an hour now and your hands were beginning to hurt and you were pretty hungry too and being nice to someone was really not something you cared about , even if that someone had a very big gun.

There was a moment of silence as the Red Hood continued to stare down at you , with that creepy red helmet of his that made you want to scream and smash it with a bat or something.
“Can you stop staring at me with that thing on?” You snapped “ It’s fucking creepy ! And how do you even breathe with that thing on anyways ?”

However your question wasn’t answered as the Red Hood suddenly leaned over you , his helmet inches from your face and if your hands weren’t tied you probably would have tapped or poked it with your finger. So the restraints at that particular moment were not so bad apparently because you were pretty sure The Red Hood would not like having his helmet poked at.
“You know it’s very strange to find you just randomly being held hostage in a drug warehouse ….almost as if you have some sort of involvement in it , don’t ya think ?” He drawled and you resisted the urge to scream and punch a wall or something. Instead you just sighed ,
“That’s what those guys thought too ” you said , nodding your head towards the very unconscious drug dealers on the ground “But I have nothing to do with it ”
“Then whatever were you doing at an abandoned warehouse at 12 AM ” he asked , his voice still laced with disbelief and instead of being intimidated you could feel the embarrassment of the circumstances of the situation catch up to you.
“I uh found a mewtwo around this area on my way back from work ” you mumbled and you felt the Red Hood draw away from you slightly.
“You came all the way to an abandoned warehouse for a Pokemon ?” He asked incredously and you winced at how bad that sounded.
“Uh yeah ……I mean I didn’t mean to but like I was crossing this place and uh I was on the app and before I knew it I was looking for the mewtwo ” you offered as he moved away from you completely.
“You know at this rate , you should have been dead by now ” he said and you rolled your eyes.
“Says the guy who came to a warehouse full off drug dealers all alone and just started shooting ” you shot back.
“Hey ! I’ll have you know I handled that situation very well ! ” he exclaimed and before you could even say anything a loud boom rang through the warehouse as one of the crates nearby exploded , probably destroying the buttload of drug evidence in it. Looking directly at the Red Hood you gave him your best bitch face .
“Ignore that explosion ” he said simply.
“Because you’re handling the situation so well right ? ” you asked sarcastically.
“You know you’ve got a pretty big mouth for someone who’s tied to a chair and arguing with their only chances of survival ”
“There’s always the police ”
“In this town ? Pft yeah good luck with that sweetheart , no one would buy the whole the whole ” came here looking for a Pokemon “ story and the Gotham police love finding someone to blame , considering the drug lord himself now has a bullet making itself real cozy in his brain ” he said gesturing towards the very dead guy on your right making you pull a disgusted face.
“You sure know how to charm the ladies , eh ?”
“All part of the charm sweetheart ”

However before you could answer him you heard police sirens coming from the distance , making your eyes widen in alarm.
“Alright , this could go two ways , either you come with me and get home safetly or I leave you here and you spend the rest of your life in the Gotham prison accused for drug trafficking ”
“I like the first option Mr Hood ” you said hastily and he nodded as he reached behind you to undo the ropes
“Smart girl ” he mumbled as you stood up and stretched your arms “Alright , let’s get you outta here ”

Before you could answer him he was grabbing your hand and leading you out of the back gate of the warehouse and once you were out you were met with a very nice looking wall marking it a dead end. With wide eyes you turned to the Red Hood who was reaching for a gun like thing in his belt and shooting it at the top off the wall. A grappling hook. Very nice.
“Are you ready for this ?”
“No I am not ready for this at all ! I’m scare of heights and can this thing even sustain my weight ?! I knew I would regret eating that extra burrito ” you rambled but before you could finish your sentence you were being grabbed by the waist and being lifted in the air. You almost let out a scream before realizing that you would infact alert the police that you were there trying to run away with the Red Hood.

Once you were safely on top of the building, the Red Hood turned towards you
“I normally don’t ask this on the first date , but where do you live ?” He asked and at this point you didn’t even bother asking why he was asking you that or shoot a smart ass comment at him , instead you just tell him.

And that night the Red Hood personally escorts you home and the whole time you can’t help but think that maybe all the rumours about him are wrong and how you can’t wait to get home and tell Jason about what happened.

A/N #2 : I’m thinking of making this into a series , response would be greatly appreciated since I need appreciation for motivation yeah thanks.


Artistically Inclined

A/N: Birthday Celebration Request 3! So this is my very first Steve fic so I hope you like it. I think it’s kind of cool releasing this on my B-Day. If you do like it let me know, I might write part 2. 

Request by nonny: Heyy!!! You’re a great writer! Could you maybe write a Steve x reader?? Lots of fluffiness pls!

Word Count: 900

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When I’d signed up for this class I never imagined it being so, intimidating. Walking into that studio felt like I was surrounded by the Picasso’s and Michelangelo’s of the world, and I stood there with a couple #2 pencils and a pack of colored pencils I’d picked up at Walmart. Quickly, I tucked the first day of school materials in my pursed and decided it was probably better to just borrow some materials from the professor than embarrass myself any further than necessary.

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italiagurl1  asked:

Could you do an imagine where Axl takes you to a theme park, but you hate roller coasters,he doesn't know, and you decide to ride one with him, and all he hears is you screaming i want to die, and swear words.x reader please. THANK YOU, you write great stories.

yesss, here it is! i hope you like it! 😊

In a theme park with Axl

Words: 1043

Originally posted by somewherein-hell

I was laying on my bed reading a book, it was about 3pm at the moment. I lived in this house together with Axl, we had been dating for about seven months already. I furrowed my eyebrows when i heard someone coming inside to the apartment from the door but i didn’t get up, i was too comfortable under my blanket right now.

But suddenly Axl stormed into the bedroom, a wide smile on his face. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously.

”Why are you looking at me like that?” i asked carefully. ”And why are you at home this early anyway?”

”Put some clothes on, we’re going to a theme park!” Axl exclaimed but i just lifted my eyebrows. I  was still wearing my pajamas, i was too lazy to change to better clothes. Axl was crazy about theme parks but he hadn’t been there in a surprisingly long time.

I just rolled my eyes. ”What are you, nine?” i chuckled but he was dead serious.

”Don’t be so boring, it’s going to be fun. Have you even been outside today?” he asked and went to open our curtains which made me automatically close my eyes and put a pillow against my face so i wouldn’t become blind.

I looked at him again for a moment until i sighed. ”Fine, let’s go,” i chuckled and he let a quick ‘yay’ out of his mouth.

We arrived to the theme park and it was full of little kids and teenagers, i almost accidentally kicked one of the kids on the stomach because she was so small. Theme parks were really fun otherwise but the roller coasters weren’t really my thing. I had been on a roller coaster once before i guess, when i was just a little kid, but i didn’t remember much of it. And i knew Axl loved roller coasters.

But after we had been chilling in the theme park for a while, he asked me if we could go to the roller coaster and i saw the happy expression on his face, his wide smile, and i just couldn’t resist.

”Alright, let’s go,” i said smiling and i knew that i would immediately regret it but i couldn’t help it, this made him happy, which was really cute, so i decided to try as well.

We went in the line, there were a lot of people before us but it wouldn’t take too long until it was our turn. When we finally got to sit on the roller coaster, i tightened my grip on my seat and began to panic.

”Hey, is everything alright?” Axl asked, looking at me concerned. I turned my head towards him.

”Yeah, of course,” i said nervously and tried to smile. ”It’s just that, i haven’t really been in a roller coaster before. I mean, i guess sometimes but a really long time ago.”

He put his hand on mine but didn’t have time to say anything before the wagon started to move. He turned back to me one more time though. ”You have nothing to worry about, it’s gonna be fun,” he said eagerly.

I took a deep breath but once we were on the top, i started to panic. ”Oh my god, shit. I want to die. No, no, no,” i muttered under my breath, quietly enough that Axl didn’t hear me. But soon he sure heard me screaming, and so did others. ”OH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, I’M GONNA DIE,” i screamed so hard i could and felt this really uncomfortable feeling in my stomach. ”OH FUCKING GOD DAMN HELL,” i screamed again the next time we went down, fast. Also Axl, and everybody else, screamed every time, but with totally opposite feelings than mine.

We got out of the roller coaster and i immediately felt like i could throw up. Axl came next to me and put his hand on my shoulder.

”Hey, why didn’t you tell me you hated roller coasters? You wouldn’t have had to come if you were scared of them,” he told me chuckling. I turned to look at him and sighed.

”I just, you love them and i hadn’t been there in a long time so i thought that, maybe it wasn’t so bad after all,” i said and shook my head. ”But i’m not putting my foot on that ever again,” i laughed and he smiled as well.

He stood behind me and put arms around me, kissing my head. ”Well, i’m flattered that you sacrificed yourself to something like that because of me but seriously, next time you’ll tell me if you don’t like going somewhere, we can do other stuff. Okay?” he asked seriously.

I turned to look at him over my shoulder and gave a light kiss on his lips. ”Okay,” i said smiling.

”So, do you like anything else here? Are you scared of heights otherwise?” he whispered in my ear.

I lifted one of my eyebrows. ”No, unless the machine goes down super fast,” i said seriously but he just chuckled.

”Well, how about we’d buy cotton candy and go there,” he suggested and pointed at a ferris wheel, still hugging me tightly against his chest. ”Atleast it’s slow.”

I pondered it for a few seconds. ”Yeah, i’d love that,” i answered smiling and put my hand on his and started walking towards the ferris wheel hand in hand. ”But i don’t want cotton candy, it’s fucking sticky.”

”Fair enough,” he laughed. We arrived to the ferris wheel, gave our tickets to the man before he let us in and then we sat in there next to each other.

I put my legs over Axl’s lap, head on his shoulder and he put his arms around me, taking me closely against his chest again. Soon the machine started lifting us higher and higher little by little until we were on the top.

”This is much better than that death trap,” i said and looked outside through the window. ”And the views are really pretty.”

”Yeah, the views really are beautiful indeed,” he said agreeing but then turned back to look at me. ”But they’re nothing compared to you.”

I just laughed and kissed him. ”You’re such a cliché.”

anonymous asked:

Can you write a hc where Jimin is a football captain and Jungkook is a famous cross dresser and Jimin tries to impress Jungkook by acting cool and Jungkook plays hard to get but later gives in. Sorry if this is a weird request I'm kinda new to this Tumblr thing😣

this is…unique lmao. but cute. i will do my best! also idk if you mean american football or like actual football so i’m just gonna use american football. also it will be set in college. hope you don’t mind! (is it obvious i don’t know anything about football? probably).

+ “go long!” jimin said to hoseok, preparing to throw the football. they really shouldn’t be doing this in the hallway but hoseok was definitely gonna catch it right? 

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Anon: could you write a lazy Sunday smut w lay wher he asks you to ride him (w lots of dirty talk)?

Author: Admin M

Character(s): Lay (EXO)/ Reader

Word Count: 1,016

Summary: People like to think that Lay is a gentle person in bed. That’s not the case sometimes when he hasn’t seen me in a while. 

“Babe, come sit down with me.” Lay whined from the living room. “I don’t want to watch the movie by myself.” 

“Sweetie I’m finishing the dishes,” I replied. “I’ll be there in a second.”

I could hear a pouting noise come from the other room. I giggled to myself. Lay has always been one to be lazy on his off days. He usually just sleeps and or naps all day but today he has been restless. There’s something on his mind. I could tell.

“So what are we watching?” I said sitting myself on the couch. He instinctively scooted over to me and placed his arm around my shoulder. 

“I don’t know I just put one of your DVDs in.” He said as he laid his head on mine. 

I honestly don’t remember buying this movie. It must be a friend’s that left it here. I have no idea what it was. Then it happened. There was a bed scene in it. The woman pulled the man in and pushed him on the bed. Lay moved a bit. I didn’t take my eyes off the screen. It was awkward but at the same time I was next to my boyfriend who I haven’t seen for a while. So I was getting a little restless myself. 

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Arguments. Arguments were the only thing happening in Kian and I’s relationship. I couldn’t tell you how many times its been over completely dumb shit. There’s been times where I’ve wanted to leave him but I knew deep down that I would regret it. I love him to death but right now, with his tour happening and selling his book, he’s been a complete dick.

I sat my phone down an looked over at Kian. He was busy editing a video.

“Can you stop looking at me, (y/n)?”

I scoffed. “Why? Does it put you under pressure?” I rolled my eyes.

He looked up an glared at me. “Stop being a fucking bitch.”

“Me? A bitch? You’re the one who yells at me for no damn reason half the time! You’re the fucking bitch, Kian!”

He scoffed. “Whatever. I’m fucking done with you.”

“What do you mean by done?”

He put his computer down an walked out the kitchen but my happy ass followed him.

“What do you mean, Kian?!”

He turned around and pushed me back. “I. Don’t. Want. To. Be. With. You. (Y/n). Get that?”

“You say that all the time anyways, Kian! When do you actually mean it?!” I shoved him back.

“Don’t fucking touch me!”

I decked him in the chest. “Damnit! I’ve never fucking loved you, Kian! You’re a worthless piece of shit to me! I can’t fucking stand you!”

“Oh, so now you don’t love me?! That’s not what you said last night when I fucked you!” He grabbed my wrist and glared at me.

“Let fucking go of me, Kian!”

“No! I’m finally done with your ass! I’m tired of being with a whiney bitch!”

“Maybe I’m tired of being with a dumbass who drools at all his fans and reminds me every single fucking day that I’m a bitch!”

Before Kian could say anything, Jc walked in an glared at him.

“Dude, you’re fucking gripping her wrist so hard.”

Kian looked down an dropped my wrist.

“I’m done with you, (y/n). Fucking believe that this time.”

“Fuck off! You don’t mean it! I hate you!”

Tears started streaming down my face. Kian looked back an glared at me. He shook his head, dropping it.

“You don’t hate me.” He whispered.

“Yes I do! I fucking hate you, Kian! You never fucking loved me! I was I only here to give you sex! That’s all you wanted! I fucking hate you!”

He turned back, pointing a finger at me. “I would never use you for sex!”

“Bull fucking shit!”

“You’re ah fucking liar, (y/n)! You know what, I fucking hate you! You’re ah fucking worthless piece of shit! Get the hell out of my life!”


Jc grabbed Kian’s arm and pulled him out of the room. I slung my phone and cried into my hands. I ran up the stairs, grabbing my luggage out from underneath his bed. I started dumping clothes out from left to right, barely seeing the items.

“Fucking dick.” I mumbled.

I kicked the bathroom door open, grabbing my makeup bag and slamming stuff back in there. I zipped the bag closed and threw the bag on his bed. I stopped to look in the mirror, looking over an seen him looking at me from the door.

“What do you want?” I spat.

He walked over an wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Get t'fuck off me!” I ripped his arms off.

“(Y/n), please, just listen to me.”

I turned around and folded my arms. “Hurry.”

“I’m so sorry. I really am. I never meant to hurt you like I have been. Just, so much shit has been going on and you do deserve better but I’m over here giving no effort and you’re spilling your love out and I’m just ignoring it. I don’t hate you. I actually love you with all my fucking heart and you know this. I love you more than anything in the world. You’re the best fucking girlfriend I ever had. I can’t lose you. Will you please forgive me?”

I looked up an studied his face. I sighed, wrapping my arms around his body. I breathed in his cologne. “I forgive you.”

“Thank you so much.”

He swayed us back an forth, leaving little kisses on my head. I pulled back, wiping the makeup off from underneath my eyes.

“I never meant what I said either.”

“Oh I know.”

I scoffed and lightly punching him. He laughed, placing a kiss on my lips.

“Wanna lay down? It is late.”

I nodded my head and walked over to his bed, laying down on my side. Kian wrapped his arms around my body. We just laid there, talking about us and everything else we could possibly think of.