also i drew it while listening to all the pretty girls

Open To Interpretation: Negan x Reader

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

A/N: Ya’ll. I’m so fuckin’ swamped in responsibility. I feel a lil guilty about coming back with something non-Rami but fuck it. Some other things I wanna say: Send me anything. Send me asks. I wanna answer you guys’ questions. Be nosy as hell. Also, I have something you might be interested in coming up after my birthday which is in like 2 weeks. Please feel free to request more Negan stuff, I’m branching out bitches.

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Warnings: Inappropriate teacher/student relationship (student is of legal age in the US and UK), smut, the usual. Also, I wrote the character a little more like myself bc I feel like I keep writing the same kind of reader and its getting tedious. Hit my inbox if this is you af. ALSO HIT MY INBOX IF YOU’VE EVER HAD ANY KIND OF TEACHER/STUDENT RELATIONSHIP? SPILL THE TEA I’M NOSY.

Word count: 4448  


“Preserving innocent life, orderly living in society, worshipping god, educating children, and reproducing.” His deep, gravelly voice fills the lecture hall. All his students are enraptured, a rare thing for many teachers. He pauses before continuing. “What are the issues with these precepts that Aquinas put forward?”

You bite your lip anxiously. Answering questions in class isn’t an issue for you, in fact your teachers often tell you to give the other students a chance, but your Philosophy and Ethics professor makes you somewhat nervous. Tall, late forties, gorgeous black beard with silver streaks and piercing hazel eyes. The recipe for a crippling medley of anxiety and attraction.

Despite this, impressing him and getting your grade is often the reason you manage to pluck up the courage to respond to his queries, his opinion of you is something you are very conscious of. You glance around the room to see no one has raised their hand. You decide to take one for the team, slowly lifting your arm from the desk.

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All I’ve got II pt. 1

Jungkook x reader

genre: tattooed!jungkook, badboy!jungkook, angst, contents of smut, violent actions, slight fluff

word count: 12.1k


Jeon Jungkook was a tall guy, handsome with all those ethereal artwork tattooed on his arms..and your best friend. He was by your side whereas you faced a painful heartbreak, caressing your hurt soul for as long as you needed him. But how much can a friendship withstand if one of the two develops feelings?

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One of my least favorite things in the Prisoner of Azkaban film is the handling of the Scabbers-Crookshanks narrative, and more specifically how in the movies it’s a far more one-sided fight completely in favor of Hermione. In the movie we get one scene of Ron warning Hermione to keep her cat away from Scabbers—a Scabbers who is apparently not ill or who Ron isn’t bothering to medicate like in the books, and a Scabbers that Ron can apparently almost forget to bring to Hogwarts necessitating his mother to run after the train to give the rat to him.

Jump to Scabbers suddenly being missing, Ron accusing Crookshanks with no evidence and Hermione defending her cat. The two are angry, but there is no real emotion, no actual hurt behind the words. Crookshanks could have accidentally spilled Ron’s inkwell and he would sound just as angry.

Then not minutes later, they are in Hagrid’s Hut where their friend miraculously produces the rat—not without chiding Ron “you should take better care of your pets” which automatically frames the situation as Ron’s fault to the audience. To drive the point further home Hermione, rather than simply be relieved and happy for her friend that his pet was not actually eaten, immediately starts in with “I think you owe someone an apology”. Ron purposefully acts obtuse, and further removes himself from the audience’s sympathy by replying “Next time I see Crookshanks, I’ll let him know” allowing Hermione a self-righteous “I meant me!” as if this is the greatest affront of her life.

And none of this is how it is in the book. At all.

Firstly, Crookshanks makes multiple attempts on Scabbers’ life throughout the novel in front of the Trio. This is partly because Hermione continues to allow her cat near Scabbers despite Ron repeatedly telling her not to. Because he cares about Scabbers. Despite him being a hand-me-down and a bit dull, Scabbers is his pet and Ron cares about him. He gets him—likely expensive—tonic when Scabbers begins losing weight and fur, he takes to carrying him around to keep him safer from Crookshanks. Scabbers is his pet and we are shown that Ron would be very upset if he were to lose him.

This sets the stage for when he does, when Pettigrew as Scabbers fakes his death and frames Crookshanks. Keeping in mind Ron’s feelings about Scabbers this whole previous year, his resulting actions make perfect sense. He is incredibly upset with Hermione and confronts her, only for her to deny her cat had any involvement.

And yeah, maybe it seems like he’s being mean to Hermione by shutting her out—something that Harry also does during the Firebolt fight that is conveniently left out of the movie—but look at it from Ron’s point of view. Hermione’s pet was attempting to kill his pet all year. He repeatedly requested she keep her pet away from his, and Hermione largely did not respect that boundary. When confronted with pretty damning evidence considering the circumstances, Hermione still refused to admit any possible blame and defended her cat who almost certainly—again, considering the circumstances—ate his rat. And just a note, Harry is equally convinced Crookshanks did it, even if he’s not as emotionally charged in his conviction. Why shouldn’t Ron be angry with her? Why shouldn’t he want her to admit her cat’s fault? His friend refused to listen to him all year and is now seemingly disregarding his feelings because she’s too proud to admit she’s wrong.

But here’s the thing. Once Hermione comes to Harry and Ron with the news about Buckbeak losing his trial—something far more important—they make amends. In fact it is Ron who does the most. Just to refresh everyone’s memory:

“They can’t do this,” said Harry. “They can’t. Buckbeak isn’t dangerous.”

“Malfoy’s dad frightened the Committee into it,” said Hermione, wiping her eyes. “You know what he’s like. They’re a bunch of doddery old fools, and they were scared. There’ll be an appeal, though, there always is. Only I can’t see any hope…Nothing will have changed.”

“Yeah it will,” said Ron fiercely. “You won’t have to do all the work alone this time, Hermione. I’ll help.”

“Oh, Ron!”

Hermione flung her arms around Ron’s neck and broke down completely. Ron, looking quite terrified, patted her very awkwardly on the top of the head. Finally, Hermione drew away.

“Ron, I’m really, really sorry about Scabbers…,” she sobbed.

“Oh—well—he was old,” said Ron, looking thoroughly relieved that she had let go of him. “And he was a bit useless. You never know, Mum and Dad might get me an owl now.”

(Prizoner of Azkaban, pages 291-292, Scholastic Hardback Edition)

Harry barely says anything in this scene, and it is mostly Ron who extends the olive branch. This makes sense as the matter primarily concerns him and Hermione, but I just want to make it clear that Ron is not pressured into forgiving her, he is not grudging about it. In fact, he is already offering her his help before she even apologizes, and once she does he immediately tries to downplay his hurt feelings over Scabbers’ loss—mostly out of a fourteen year-old’s discomfort with crying and hugging from girls they may or may not have a developing crush on. He doesn’t gloat over the apology or being right, and he instantly drops any hostility.

This is chapter fifteen out of a twenty-two chapter book. Hermione and Ron are not feuding up until nearly the end of third year, as depicted in the movie. Hermione does in fact apologize about Scabbers while Ron is not an ass about it, and the narrative leaves them off on mostly even ground. The rest of the book consists of Ron working on the appeal for Hermione as she prepares for all her exams, worrying over her impossible schedule, her health, and so on. They barely even bicker that entire duration.

Ron is a great friend to Hermione. The movies just didn’t want to show that.

Nectar of The Goddess

Originally posted by stylesinthewild

@permanentcross I told you it was coming soon, hopefully this will make a good little miniseries

“Bet yah taste sweet,” He purred in her ear before cleaning off one of his fingers and letting out a groan of his own. “Oh yah do love, best thing ‘ve ever tasted. Even better than those drinks yah make me. Although, guess it should be huh, after all it’s the nectar o’ the goddess. Why don’ yah go head and taste it.”

He held his other finger to her lips and Y/N seized the opportunity she saw. Her lips closed around his finger and she sucked firmly, running her tongue around it as she rocked her head back and forth slightly. Harry knew that if he fucked her right now that he was going to climax way too quickly, he had to prep her more, needed to get her all ready for his cock and build up her orgasm.

“Want to truly taste yah love. Got to taste the nectar o’ the goddess from the source.”

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Y/N is a bartender who makes all sorts of drinks for Harry, but Harry’s favorite drink is Y/N’s juices

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Kick-Ass Chicks: Jasmine Wright

Paving her way through the mostly male dominated tattoo industry is bad-ass tattoo artist and San Diego native, Jasmine Wright. Her insane tattoos may have been the first thing to catch our attention, but her “anti Pinterest” style and no excuses attitude had us itching to know more about her. We had the chance sit down with Jasmine in her downtown San Diego studio and watch her work some serious magic while chatting about tattoos, life choices, and shrimp brokering.

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texts from last night! meme

[text] Does me being hung over take away from how professional I can be today?

[text] The bar would not accept my money. I have reached God status here

[text] He was very considerate of my needs, he offered me pizza before and after.

[text] I asked him for something to clean up with after sex and he handed me a sham wow. A SHAM WOW

[text] So I was putting on a condom and looked to my right to not make eye contact, she said did you just look at the American flag while putting that on. I said this one’s for Team USA.

[text] He gave me the “find somebody who wants to date you for who you are” speech while I walked around the house asking people for pants.

[text] I will show up on your front porch in a wet t shirt and some mac and cheese

[text] I just got high off one hit and then Spent 20 minutes inspecting the gasket of our refrigerator and researching ways to replace it

[text] Seriously. I’m like, “Wait, we are actually talking about physics in the middle of sex and its ACTUALLY erotic because you’re so fucking intelligent I’m turned on?”

[text] Hyyypothetically, what would you do if you happened to see my boobs on the internet?

[text] He fucked me so hard my nail polish actually chipped. I’m keeping him.

[text] I’m making poor life decisions again. Tune in tomorrow to see how much I hate life.

[text] It’s a lube slip n slide down the hallway now. Details later.

[text] Just woke up with an entire pack of Oreos in my cheetah onesie. I’ve been waiting for this moment forever.

[text] Lesson learned. Don’t roleplay with a real knife.

[text] We got drunk and crashed a fifty year old woman’s birthday party for the food. Whoops.

[text] He asked me if I wanted to blow his whistle and proceeded to pull out an actual whistle.

[text] I woke up this morning with 3 phone numbers, a red Chinese New Year envelope with cash in it, and a winning scratcher all stuffed in my bra. I’d say it was a pretty successful Thursday night.

[text] I’m wearing sunglasses around my house. Douchebag status. The hangover is real.

[text] He’s like… An octopus that touches my vagina in all these diff ways at the right times. It’s almost unsettling

[text] I was orgasming and dying of laughter at the same time. I think I’ve found the One.

[text] Do me a favor I want you to reach down the front of your pants and underwear and just feel around for a while… if you happen to find your balls then join us

[text] i just walked into a room at this party and someone yelled “dibs!”…

[text] and then she said I drew a line on her forehead with my cum and whispered “Simba”

[text] so I was just driving high and I stopped to let a pinecone cross the road because I thought it was a hedgehog.

[text] Sex on bubble wrap = best decision ever.

[text] Your lack of great college experience of margaritas and foam parties scares me

[text] We get an extra hour of sleep. That means we can take an extra shot tonight. Sounds logical. Thank you daylight savings.

[text] when someone at the bar asked you a question all you knew how to say was “chug-a-lug”

[text] There’s a girl in class eating a pumpkin pie. Like a whole pie straight from the pan with a fork.

[text] Apparently I taped knives to my hands and made everyone call me wolverine

[text] My house smells like bleach. Also, I do not feel bad about all the stuff I stole from the hospital while I was there.

[text] He told me he loved me. I didn’t know what to say so i just squirted the baby oil at him

[text] Get here, there are important joints to be smoked and pies to be eaten

[text] Can I even tell you how badly I want a day that is just on and off napping and sex with intermittent snack breaks? Because I want that day very badly.

[text] He came so hard that he yelled what sounded like a spell from Harry Potter.

[text] we were both freshly single and using each other as rebounds. most intense sex I’ve ever had. i felt like a grizzly bear emerging from hibernation in a whirlwind of sexual fury

[text] I need a drink and a shade of lipstick that will put the fear of God in a man’s heart.

[text] When was the last time you wore pants?

[text] I’ve replaced you with thin mints and masturbation

[text] Tuesday Boozeday turned into What-the-fuck-were-you-thinking Wednesday real fast.

[text] Have you ever had chicken nuggets while high? Because it tastes like hearing the Beatles for the first time

[text] Being able to fart in my own house is like 90% of why I pay rent

[text] We played Rock Paper Scissors to see who would have to go down on the other person.

[text] I just accidentally showed an old lady a pic of my penis while showing her cat pics. So how’s your day going?

[text] I found a door knob in my purse this morning, I hope whoever it belonged to doesn’t need it today.

[text] We go out, we get drunk, we watch Star Wars, we pass out. What’s wrong with this tradition?

[text] all i’ve had to eat today is leftover bday cake and a shot of tequila.

[text] Pretty sure the guy I hooked up with Saturday gave me a buy one get one free coupon for chipotle. Who said nice guys don’t exist?

[text] Apparently nothing brings out sympathy in a barista like asking if they have a hangover special

[text] And when I feel bad about myself I go to the library and suck my pen over an open book, counting the seconds until a guy sits across from me and tries to get my attention

[text] This is a mass text to all my friends. Whoever gets this first, please find me and confiscate my phone immediately. I am far too high to have it. Even if you have to punch me in my face to get it. Otherwise, let the “High While Analyzing Disney Movies” texts begin.

[text] Seriously insulted!! You can not share my dick pick with your gay brother. He won’t quit poking me on fb

[text] I am trying to think of a way to make alcohol cupcakes

[text] One of us needs to be functional tomorrow and it won’t be me. I’m drinking liquor out of a fishbowl.

[text] You pulled the fire alarm because you had to shit and there was someone in the bathroom. you said you needed privacy

[text] im guessing your the one that tried to make bacon in the toaster

[text] just smoked a blunt while listening to nsync. i now know what my childhood was missing.

[text] I just made out with a girl with a life jacket on wtf is going on

[text] Let’s play a little game called “Chill the Fuck Out” - you’re our first contestant

[text] Didn’t get laid. But got a free pie from a waitress. A whole pie.

[text] I am swimming in semen. He must have been holding it in for a special occasion.

[text] you should buy a sheep. A) you get an awesome pet. B) free coat

[text] tonight is going to be epic. can you pre-book an ambulance?

[text] We thought you were crowd-surfing until we realized it was the bouncers throwing you out

[text] maybe tonight we can turn coloring into a drinking game

[text] i think its awesome that according to your mom i’m your friend that caught on fire.

[text] So fucked up. Can’t tell if I’m starving or about to puke. Playing it safe and eating froot loops. Tasty in, colorful out.

[text] I just saw a hobo ride by on a unicycle. Good day.

[text] Vodka is such a love hate relationship.

[text] you traded sex for a burrito?

[text] I made a game called come to class high and eat nachos.

[text] You decided to make a porno with gummy bears and things went downhill from there.

[text] it’s not a party till someone uses the fire extinguisher.

[text] You’re always adorable, but when you’re drunk, you’re like Chia Pet adorable.

[text] this kid just offered me adderall in exchange for my meal points. college at its finest

[text] I was cleaning up my drunken mess and I found my ID in a cereal box

[text] I am now the proud owner of a 10-12 year old’s Optimus Prime costume from Walmart. Tomorrow is going to be a good day.

[text] It’s like eating cereal and milk but instead of cereal it’s gummy bears and instead of milk it’s vodka.

[text] You leave a trail of fuck everywhere you go

[text] Scott woke me up by cracking a beer open in my face. Best friends are awesome.

[text] we woke up to him feeding us cheetos at 3am. and by feeding i mean shoving them in our mouths and saying “i mean who doesn’t like cheetos”

[text] quit making up holidays to get me to go drinking with you

[text] I left a cheeto on everyone’s car trailing to the house i’m at, hanzel and gretel style.

[text] Just got a event reminder on my phone to never party with you again.

[text] nobody understood you. You kept speaking french and hiding shit in your boobs

[text] When I came home you were using a glowstick to eat peanut butter from the jar.

[text] kinda considering buying a life alert for sophomore year

[text] My phone auto-corrects smirnoff to poisoned. I think it is trying to tell me something.

[text] Anywhere you can eat green eggs and ham, you can have sex.

[text] you were running down the aisles of wal mart singing ‘follow the yellowbrick road’. i’m pretty sure you thought the night shift workers were the munchkins & started crying when they wouldnt help u find the wizard. needless to say u were pretty stoned/wasted

[text] It’s like the only way I know how to apologize is by giving a blow job.

[text] did you by any chance leave me that 7 minute long voicemail of you running and constantly tripping into bushes?

[text] The world would be so much better with thought bubbles.

[text] I love taking my adderall while im in class! As soon as I take the pill out everyone around me just stares in envy!

[text] You handed some guy a spoon you found, he yelled SPOON GAME, and then the two of you spent the next 20 minutes throwing spoons all over the kitchen.

[text] I just told a dude I hooked up with last night he was the pick of the litter.

[text] So I woke up today with someone’s door knob in my pocket. I hope everybody else got out of the house ok.

[text] So we successfully lit our bathtub on fire. Thought you should know.

[text] Because when I say 'You shouldn’t drink anymore’, she hears, 'I personally challenge you to chug 3 more mixed drinks’

[text] okay, this game isn’t funny anymore. tell us where all the forks are.

[text] The lack of pants and amount of productivity in my life right now is amazing.

[text] when i start to cry when i lose at mario kart is when you should put me to bed

[text] so apparently the car got towed with me passed out in the back seat.

[text] You closed the sidewalk off to pedestrians last night. With a glitter covered safety cone

[text] never. drinking. again.

[text] I’m gonna get drunk and through up on the first happy couple I see.

[text] got some bad news about ur virginity. she didnt make it thru the night

[text] I need a good reason NOT to eat this entire jar of nutella right now

[text] i’m out of smokes so i just had an after sex popsicle. this might become an addiction.

[text] Yeah I think we tried to use the shower curtain as a parachute because its tied to my backpack with some string. Dont know if anyone actually attempted it though.

How I Overcame Reader’s Block (And So Can You!)

As a kid, I adored reading.  Okay, more specifically, I enjoyed reading about dragons, but that’s not the issue here.  

It frequently coincided with my equally as intense love of climbing trees, and some of my fondest memories involve being perched in a small tree and reading some hopelessly goofy, dragon-related literature while my mom and toddler siblings used the playground equipment.  If no climbable trees were available, I’d settle for reading under one and drinking a thermos of chocolate milk while they ran around in the park. 

As I got older, my tastes got a little more eclectic as I encountered Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Anne Shirley, the residents of Narnia and Middle Earth, respectively, and much to my mother’s horror, Stephen King, but my passion remained more or less the same.    

Bottom line is, I loved reading.  It was my paramount joy, my primary source of entertainment, and I didn’t think that would ever change.

So imagine my shock when, around my sophomore year of college at the age of seventeen, it occurred to me that I hadn’t really read for pleasure since I discovered the Hunger Games a year or two prior.  Moreover, and equally as horrifically, when I tried to read I found I couldn’t focus;  regardless of the quality of the story and how much I wanted to read it, the investment was gone.

Whether this was due to my first stint with organized education (prior to college, I was homeschooled) or the fact that I’d grown accustomed to the bite-sized chunks of candy-flavored, insubstantial information served up by the internet, the sad and simple fact was that I had fallen out of love with reading, and it looked like it was going to stay that way forever.   

Well, flash forward two-point-five years to Present-Day Brooksie, and since school got out in early May, I’ve read Chuck Palahniuk’s Make Something Up: Stories You Can’t Unread, Ruth Ware’s In a Dark, Dark Wood, Emma Straub’s The Vacationers, Neil Gaiman’s The Graveyard Book, and Celeste Ng’s Everything I Never Told You.  Despite the disappointing lack of dragons, I loved all of them.    

I drink books like nectar again, if you’ll pardon the floral language, and everything from the quality of my writing to the quality of my life has improved as a result of it.  

So how did I fall back in love with reading?  Well, I’ve spent a lot of time pontificating on this, and as far as I can tell, it can be narrowed down to three factors:

1.  Reading every day.

It started with lunch.  Every day, when I’d sit down at my university cafe, I used to get out my laptop and watch YouTube or whatnot while I ate my sandwich – a cool idea in theory, but really sort of gross whenever I rubbed my greasy fingers on the mouse and keyboard. 

When I made a conscious decision to read more, I began taking out my book and reading during the lunch period instead.  It didn’t come naturally at first – I was easily distracted and kept zoning out – but I ultimately found it very pleasant, especially when I listened to some classical music in the background as well (nice for atmosphere, and for drowning out noise and distractions.)  

I kept doing it.  

When that summer rolled around, I rediscovered an amazing little outdoor cafe by the harbor.  It had no wifi, which for my purposes, was absolutely perfect.

I went there to read Good Omens and eat home baked lemon squares, pie, and banana bread, listening to international tourists speak in other languages, and watch the boats go by.  It was a beautiful environment, and that (coupled with the fact that Good Omens is just really fucking awesome) made it easier than ever for me to want to stay longer and become more engrossed in what I was reading.

Afterwards, I’d take out my notebook and work on my own stories and journal.  Overall, I’d say that summer was one of the most intellectually productive I’ve had.  

Once school started again, it got a little harder to read every day, but by then my love of reading had pretty much caught:  it had become an intellectual drug for me again, a source of comfort, pleasure, and inspiration.  Also, it was another viable excuse to procrastinate on my academic responsibilities, which was always welcome.  So I kept reading.  It was still a relatively slow process, as I had to work around my already busy schedule, but the more I read the more adept I became at drinking in the information in hungry, satisfying gulps (a bit more suggestive than I’d initially intended that metaphor to be, but I’m going to go with it.)

But this isn’t to say that there were no bumps in the road back to bibliophilia.  There was another factor that I had to grasp before I reached the point where I could unabashedly adore reading once again.

Which is: 

2.  Reading what excites me.

No, I’m not speaking sexually, you pervert.  I’m talking about books I actually want to read.  

When I first started trying to get back into literature, I started trying to read the classics exclusively, like Around the World in Eighty Days and Little Women.  Let me be clear, these books are amazing (excluding the jarring amounts of racism and endorsements of British colonialism in the former) but after semesters of reading similar works for my literature seminars, they just felt a little like…academia.  

In fact, the only reason I was insistent on reading classics exclusively, I now realize, was because I was a pretentious, pseudo intellectual little shit back in those days with a horrible case of impostor syndrome.  What I needed to re-learn was what dragon-loving, Ten-Year-Old Brooksie long since already knew: the best way to enjoy reading is to read what you actually enjoy.

It was a lesson I slowly but surely remastered, and it took me a while to realize that modern literature is teaming with smart, enriching reads, like Life of Pi, American Gods, Where’d You Go Bernadette, The Twelve Tribes of Hattie, The Help, Everything I Never Told You, and countless others.  

Moreover, these were books I didn’t have to force myself to read;  they were books I found myself reading at four AM because I didn’t want to stop.  

I’ve also discovered classics that I can eat up in a matter of days, like A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (Which absolutely everyone should read, by the way:  Francie Nolan is a feminist icon, and way, way ahead of her time, not to mention it’s fucking hilarious and will make you cry like a little bitch), Jane Eyre, and basically anything written by Jane Austen.  I love these books for their sharp wit, applicable and timeless life observations, and striking lack of the pretentiousness that I’d come to associate with a lot of classic literature.

This summer, I my reading list includes Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse 5, Douglas Adams’ The Restaurant at the End of the Universe, Chuck Palahniuk’s Fight Club, Louis Sachar’s Holes, Anthony Doerr’s All the Light We Cannot See, and Neil Gaiman’s Anansi Boys.  I’m looking forward to reading each and every one of them. 

Ultimately, the point I’m trying to make here is that there’s no joy to be found in pretentiousness:  don’t read to prove yourself as an intellectual.  Read to enrich your soul, read what you legitimately enjoy, and read what inspires you.  

Which brings me to my next and final point…   

3.  Reading what inspires me.

This one might be true specifically for my fellow authors, but since I know a large portion of my followers are fellow authors, I think it’s applicable here.  

Ever since I was an infinitesimally small child, I’ve wanted to write stories.  When I was fourteen I wrote a hopelessly angsty YA novel about a half-dragon girl named Freedom and her misadventures with an ambiguously lesbian vampire and werewolf duo, a seductive and ambiguously bisexual elf (it was a time of self discovery for me), and a talking lion.  When I was eleven, I wrote a middle grade novel about a little boy who befriends a dragon.  When I was four, I wrote *ahem!* drew wordless stories about a winged wolf-creature named Starlight and his (in retrospect, overtly gory) battles with monsters.

It was bizarre, cringey, and I’m not gonna lie, pretty fucking awesome.  

Around the time I started college at around sixteen, I’d just decided I wanted to start writing again.  I had lots of ideas, and I remember in detail getting yelled at by my manager for scribbling in my notebook behind the counter instead of dutifully smiling at customers the way I was supposed to.  

But my writing was…well, to put it bluntly, it was really, really bad.  It only began to improve when I resolved to write every day.  It noticeably and drastically began to improve when I began to read works that I found creatively inspiring. 

While I was revising my manuscript, I read a lot of Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett, both masters of the kind of urban fantasy I was attempting to write,  and spent a lot of time figuring out what I loved most about their writing and how to best apply it.  This was also around the time I began reading Douglas Adams, which was, let me tell you, a magical experience.  It involved a lot of delighted gasping on my end and thinking you’re allowed to do that?

It really showed me what the barriers were for creative writing, or in this case, total lack thereof.

I think I owe these writers a lot for helping me to create several novel-length manuscripts I’m incredibly proud of, and one that I’m currently preparing to get published.


So in closing, for anyone suffering from reader’s block, feel free to try my approach:  read every day, read what you love and not to stoke your ego, and for my writer peeps, read what inspires you.

Either way, my books and I are enjoying a passionate long-term relationship, and every day I find myself loving them more.

Lookin’ for a Boyfriend.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Requested by the legendary Charissa aka @toms-spidey: "someone write me a peter fic based on boyfriend by big time rush” Alternatively, Peter asks you to be his lab partner, but he ends up asking a little more.

Warnings: None? I think the worst swear is heck. Uh, unless you want nervous Peter as a warning because Peter is VERY nervous.

Word Count: 2250

A/N: It was an honour to write this for you, Charissa. I really hope you like it! Also, I listened to Boyfriend on repeat for like two and a half plus hours while writing this, so… If you’d like to listen while you read, you can find it here.

There she was. (Y/N), in all her glory, walked down the hall past Peter and Ned. Though he and Ned had been in the middle of discussing their next sci-fi movie night, Peter stopped mid-sentence as his eyes followed (Y/N). Ned sighed heavily. Why on earth had Peter started noticing a girl that was around them all the time? Liz was fine because they didn’t see the seniors much, as sophomores, but (Y/N) was in their class. Not only did she have classes in the same wing, the three of them were in the very same chemistry class. No, Ned didn’t think it was ironic.

“Dude, come on,” Ned drew Peter’s eyes from (Y/N) with a heavy sigh. “You’ve talked to her like three times.”

“That’s not true!” Peter retaliated, bristling. “We spent a whole week working on that chemistry lab together when you were out sick…”

Ned rolled his eyes. “You’re gonna have to do better than that.” Then, a lightbulb went off in his head. “Y’know… we’re starting a new lab in class today…”

Peter’s eyes widened. “No.” After Ned started wiggling his eyebrows, he repeated, “No. Ned, no.”

As they walked into class, Ned gave him a wink before walking up to a friend in one of his other classes. “Hey man, can we be lab partners for this next lab? Neither Peter nor I are great at this, so we wanna split up for this one.”

Unaware of Peter going into a panic behind Ned, the guy answered, “Oh, sure! Of course! Titration is one of my favorite things; I’d be more than glad to help you out.”

Peter swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat before he crossed the room. “(Y/N),” he started, but his words got caught in his throat.

“Yes?” you said, turning to face him. Peter could have sworn the sunlight bent around your body to make you literally sparkle.

His palms immediately felt clammy and his throat went dry. “I was wondering if maybe you would possibly…” he trailed off. He was beyond tongue-tied.

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Woman

Warnings: slight smut at the end! Picture is not mine

 Inspired by “Woman”! Enjoy!


“There is something I need to show you.” He whispered against her lips, gently brushing a lose strand of hair behind her ear while offering his hand for her to grab it. There had been something that he had worked on for a very long while and now that it was finally finished, Harry was so ready to present it to her. The young girl in front of him looked at him with a slight hint of uneasiness in her eyes. She knew she shouldn’t be here in his apartment in the middle of the night and if her father ever found out about her disregard of his rules than she was completely in trouble.

People told her thousand times not get involved with Harry. They claimed he was not a good influence on anybody, trying to put him into a bad shadow. But despite all those warnings, (Y/N) still couldn’t let her fingers away from the attractive young man. It was quite impossible, no matter how much she tried. From the very first moment they met, she was so smitten with him that she instantly developed feelings for him. Feelings that were not one sided but also returned by Harry. There was no way that she would let him go. Other person’s opinions didn’t have an impact on her. She simply didn’t care.

Harry’s smile on his lips widened as she hesitantly took a hold of his hand. With their fingers intertwined, Harry led her to his bedroom where also a part of his studio was set up. Leaving her in the middle of the room once arriving, he pulled out a CD where he had recorded a special song just for her. A song which held so much meaning, love and passion behind it.

He put the CD into the music player and as he pushed the play button, soft music instantly filled the entire room. (Y/N) closed her eyes, her ears only focused on the nice melodies and a chuckle left her lips as she heard a sound that resembled quite to a duck. When she heard his voice, singing “lalala”, her heart increased its beating.

Then she felt his presence closely behind her, so close that his breath was tickling the back of her neck, causing the tiny little hairs to rise up.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about yeh while writin’ on this song.” Harry mumbled, nibbling on the soft flesh of her neck. Her eyes fluttered at the sensation that he caused within her. “Yeh were the only one that consumed my mind.”

He wrapped his arms firmly around her waist, pressing her against his hard chest.

I’m selfish I know/ But I don’t ever want to see you with him…” He sang along with his recorded voice. (Y/N) knew exactly what he was talking about. There was a time where her father tried to set her up with somebody else only to prevent her from meeting Harry. Her father was a famous lawyer and it definitely bothered him that his one and only daughter were interested in a superstar like Harry.

She still met somebody besides him but only to please her father. Her father had no idea of her secret meetings with the young man that she loved and it all happened behind his back.

“I’m selfish I know/ I told but I know you never listen…” By now, Harry swayed their bodies slowly to the rhythm. He nestled his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent of vanilla. This woman in his arms, the woman that he felt like protecting with his whole being, to cherish her, would be the only one in his life that he was going to love unconditionally.  

“I hope you can see/ The shape that I’m in/ While he’s touching your skin…” How much of rage did he feel in his entire body as one time he saw her so called “boyfriend” laying his dirty fingers on her. Right back then he wanted to kill him, he would have if there wasn’t his friends who held him back from fulfilling his intentions.

“He’s right where I should/ Where I should be/ But you’re making me bleed…” Harry knew that he would never be enough in her father’s eyes. He knew he would never get his blessing. He didn’t even have no clue what he did so this man showed his obvious disgust toward him. All he wanted and wished wholeheartedly was to be with this girl without any hidings.

Harry noticed how her heartbeat quickened, he could practically feel it with every fiber of his body. He wanted to show what she did to him. His fingers found their way under her chin, turning her head to the side so she could face him. Her eyes sparkled with amazement and fascination. She still couldn’t figure out that this song was about her. Soon, everybody in the entire planet was going to hear this song but none of them would found out the true meaning behind it.

His eyes went from her eyes down to her full lips. She had bitten on her lower lip quite nervously but still seductively, a gesture which turned him on, making his legs weak and all wobbly.

The atmosphere in the room had become hotter and warmer, they felt it, and yet both of them stood there, looking into each other’s eyes.

A wave of emotions flooded through (Y/N)’s body. Desire is what she felt in the first place and the need to be close to him. She wanted him to devour her, right here in his bedroom. She wanted him to make her his, once and for all.

Harry brought their lips to a heated kiss. On the background you could hear “Woman” being sung, supported by another lines of “lalala”. He fully turned her body around so their chests crashed against each other.

“Touch me, Harry.Please…” (Y/N) moaned, once pulling away and this was the only confirmation that Harry needed. Both were overwhelmed by their feelings for one another. She needed him as much as he needed her.

He ordered her to jump, steadying her legs around his hips and walking towards his bed. He softly put her down onto the covers, then hovering over her tiny frame. Slowly and carefully, they freed each other from their clothes until they were completely exposed to the opponent. Harry took a little while to admire her perfect body, to memorize every little detail of her. The little scar on her left thigh, the stretch marks on her hips. All those particularities that made her the person that she was.

The song continued in the background as he drew a trail of kisses from her chest to her belly. The sweet sounds that escaped her mouth sounded like a melody in his ears. He had never been so in love as he was with her. He looked at her passionately.

“Spread those pretty legs for me, gorgeous.” It was soft spoken but yet an order. She complied without any hesitation, giving him a view on her intimate part. Harry was good with his tongue, there was no doubt and he definitely knew how to use it. He gave her an optimum pleasure, licking and sucking her clit to her orgasm. She whimpered as she hit her climax, tugging at his curls that she fisted tightly as Harry began to eat her out. “Harry…” She spoke his name, almost begging.

Harry glanced at her once more, her body glistening with sweat and she looked like an angel in her vulnerable state. Nobody was ever going to see her like this. He would take care of it. He marked her as his own already.

Excitement rushed through their bodies and Harry did want nothing but to bury himself into her. He was aching to feel her entirely. He parted himself away from her just to take a condom which he rolled over his now hardly manhood. (Y/N)’s warm hand stroked over his tummy and the muscles under his skin clenched at her touch, leaving a tingly sensation behind. She slung her arms around his neck, forcing him down to her to connect their lips again. “God, woman, I love you so much!” He moaned against her lips.

And as he guided himself into her, carefully and gently, feeling her warmth surrounding him, it felt like heaven had opened its gates only for him.

“Woman/Woman/Woman/Woman…”

Baby Daddy Part 1 - Tyler Seguin series

Pairing: Tyler Seguin x Reader

Mentions: -

Word count: 1871

A/N: I mention the All Stars Game of 2015, idk why. It was easy. I have been postponing on posting this series because I wasn’t so happy about it, I even have a couple of versions of the series, maybe I will use another NHL player for the other versions. I’m sorry I haven’t been uploading, I had exams and other problems and wanted to stop writing for a while. I hope you will like the imagine! Please check out my masterlist. Feel free to request, posting will be slow because I’m starting school soon.

Originally posted by brosillustrated

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About a Girl [Final]

Originally posted by aestheticpinkjoon

Changes.


Life these past few months had changed, and not all for the better. Since your conversation with Mr. Kim the air was tense. The two of you kept it cordial and avoided spending extra time together. Mr. Kim kept his promise when it came to spending time with Jangmi, you just didn’t join them. In an effort to get to know Jangmi, Jihye would pick her up at least twice a week.. Slowly you were needed less and less, and Jihye seemed happy about that. 

It was no secret she wasn’t a fan of yours. Always sending you icy stares and snide remarks when you were in the same room. If you didn’t know better you would have thought you’d wronged her in some way. So you tried your best to avoid her for your own sake. Luckily it wasn’t too difficult since she was always busy planning for her wedding.

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Heat of the Campfire (S)

Pairing: Reader x Jaebum
Words: 2253
Genre: Smut / Suggestive
I gotta thank @gyeoms-shake as well as @got7fuckers for helping me out with this one! :) <3


Originally posted by mixedangel

While on a camping trip together with the others, the evening quickly turned into a heated teasing session with your boyfriend. 

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Just The Three Of Us - Pt.2

Genre: Smut of course

Length: a tad over 2,000 words

Kink(s): Sir! Jinyoung, (mostly) Dom! Jackson, voyeurism, impact play, gagging, orgasm denial/slightly sexual torture, etc. 

Originally posted by jackseunie

Previously;

Soon he stopped, walked back over to his chair, then took a seat. He looked up at Jackson with that breathtakingly, powerful gaze of his. “Have fun baby..”

As soon as he said those words, Jackson resumed his position directly behind you and roughly massaged your ass with on hand while the other found its way back into your hair. He tightened his grip in your hair like before, as he viciously dug his fingertips into your bum cheek. “We’re gonna have lots of fun, y/n..”


He suddenly roughly yanked your hair back, causing you to rise up on your knees. With your back pressed against his muscular chest, he snaked his arm around your waist just to hold you there and inhibit any chance you hand to escape. Not that you necessarily wanted to though. 

You could feel your heart pound as he teasingly rubbed his lips up and down your shoulder and neck. “Fu- Fuck..” You airily mewled as his subtle teasing caused you to shudder beneath him. “Jack- Jacks..” 

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accelerate; one

pairing: reader x bts

genre: literally everything, college!au, fuckboy!bts, asshole!namjoon

warnings: cheating, slutshaming, alcohol, virgin shaming?, angsty, namjoon is rude as, fuckboys

author: admin m


Min Yoongi wasn’t your type, not today, not tomorrow, not ever. He lacked worry, he lacked care, and most of all, he lacked an appreciation for loyalty in relationships. Ah yes, the last year of college and he was still a fuckboy. His black hair and soft smile drew girls in, ridiculously so. Didn’t fool you, though. Nothing could draw you into such a slimy, cheating man. 

So, when you did find the one, it was of course, the man on a complete different spectrum than Yoongi. Kim Namjoon swept you off your feet with the charms of a charismatic salesman- the less annoying, pushy kind, of course. He had made the last year of college bearable, and the friendship you had forged trickled into a romantic escapade, filled with gifts and flowers. Namjoon cherished you, made you feel like the most adored princess.

Curtains blocked the sun from your eyes as you rested upon your single bed, listening to your beloved roommate Lisa complete her attack on her boyfriend’s sex techniques. Too much tongue? Didn’t let her cum enough? You weren’t sure which one it was. Being a virgin yourself, you often felt out of touch with her when she discussed her sexual rendezvous. You hadnt gone further than the handy you had given Lee Jihoon in grade nine behind the bleachers. He hadn’t even came, tucked himself back in his pants still hard and running away shyly. Good times. A sudden silence and Lisa slipping beside you on the bed pulled you from your memories. “Y/N, look at this, and breathe, okay, gorgeous?” You cocked an eyebrow as she passed you her phone, open on a random girl’s instagram. She carefully clicked the story feature. God, time couldn’t have passed slower. The latest update on her story was her grinding against your boyfriend, Kim Namjoon himself. He was chuckling, gripping her thighs, as his friends cheered him on. (You recognised the voices of Jungkook, Seokjin, Hoseok, Taehyung, Jimin, and lastly, Yoongi.) Yoongi’s presence was noted due to the fact Namjoon had hidden you from the older man in fear of him coaxing you with his fuckboyish ways. Hypocritical, you thought bitterly. The video quickly disappeared, and so did every thread of trust you had in your body. “Y/N, babe, it’s okay, okay? He was an asshole..” You nodded numbly, turning over with a huff. Options played through your mind quickly. Ignore or confront. Ignoring seemed easy, bitter, harsh. Exactly like his actions. Good.


Every night since that stupid day was the same. Drinking, crying, and most importantly, ignoring Namjoon. Classes were a blur, mixing with the smell of vodka and lack of hygiene. Namjoon was studying literature, unlike you, who was studying psychology, so luckily, you avoided him during class time. Every attempt of contact was shunned, leaving him clueless. 

It was a Friday, and so far, you were doing okay. You had managed to sober up somewhat- defensive when Lisa claimed the clear liquid in your waterbottle was definitely not water, because, okay, maybe it was vodka, but also, it tasted bitter and burnt your throat and made you feel alive so who gives a flying fuck? You were prepared for a weekend of sleep, Lisa reminding you all week she would be at her boyfriend, Minghao’s,  and for gods sake, Y/N, take a shower. The final lecture ended, and you scooted out, making your way towards your dorm. It was a brisk walk, but long enough to be stopped in your tracks by six familiar, smirking boys. Park Jimin, pretty with pink hair and a cardigan. Kim Taehyung; a tall, slim brunette with a killer jawline and boxy grin. Jung Hoseok, radiant skin splashing against his black hair, a contrast that never failed to confuse you. Jeon Jungkook, a freshman who had weaved his way into the fuckboy orgy with his boyish good looks and athleticism. Kim Seokjin, the broad shouldered gentleman who Namjoon told you had broken more hearts than he had fingers. And finally, Min Yoongi, a ghostly looking man whose raven hair matched whatever heart he had locked up in his chest. You’d attended high school with them all, excluding Jungkook, and knew them well. They were typical fuckboys, just like Namjoon had turned out to be. The group had avoided you most of your high school career, especially Namjoon, until the start of the previous year, when they’d suddenly flocked you like a moth to a flame. In this case, you almost believed they were the flame. They had known your boyfriend had been cheating yet couldnt be fucked saying a single word. Maybe they knew you were too naive, maybe they wanted to hurt you. Or maybe, just maybe, the relationship was simply a game, entertainment for the seven men. They eyed you curiously, taking in your appearance. Your usual preppy, prim and proper clothes had been disregarded for leggings and a slouch sweater, hair in a messy bun that showcased your exhausted face. Stress acne littered your skin and quite honestly, you looked a hot mess, minus the hot, and probably minus the mess too, because it was far worse than that. Jungkook was the first to speak, whistling low. “I must say, Y/N, after what I’ve heard about you, I wouldn’t expect to see this. Avoiding Joon so you can what, get drunk and slut around? Smells like it, anyway.” You felt fury build in your veins. Stupid fucking fuckboys. “Cat got your tongue, Y/N, or is what Namjoon suspects correct, and your mouth is swollen from sucking too much dick?” Hoseok’s bitter words made you sick.

“He cheated on me.” The boys looked at you, confused.                                     “Louder, sweetheart. Not all of us are accustomed to your cutesy silent shit.”     You snapped. “He fucking cheated on me, you fucking dicks. He went and grinded against that girl, he went and did that shit. All the while I am in the dark about it all. Not a simple, ‘hey, Y/N, your boyfriend of almost a year is sleeping with some random girl off campus,’ no, of course not. You had your fun, didnt you? Messing with the quiet kid in your classes, poor little naive Y/N. Fuck off, don’t come near me again.” You spat, glaring up at each of them. Their expressions softened, smirks dropping. “Listen, Y/N, we’re sorr-” you shook your head, cutting Taehyung off. “Oh, and tell your stupid little gang leader that the next time we talk will be the last. I want you all out of my life.” And with that, you left the six boys, abandoning whatever streak of calm you had left.

Arriving back at your dorm, you sat at your desk, sobbing quietly. The pictures you had of you and your friends and Namjoon were thrown everywhere as you held back the urge to throw up. Everything was fucked. Your pity party was drawn to a close when a knock on the door sounded, and without hesitation, you swung the door open. Behind it stood Kim Namjoon. Kim Namjoon, with his soft silver hair and oversized glasses. Kim Namjoon with his big thrasher hoodie and tight jeans and big hands that you yearned to feel on your skin. Kim Namjoon who had disregarded every moment you two shared. Kim Namjoon who had fucked everything up. You grunted, shaking your head. He gazed at you sadly. “Please let me explain, please, I just, I was horny and-” you waved a hand in frustration. “So you decided to be a manwhore and cheat on me when you could’ve easily come to me, you know I would’ve done whatever to make you happy.” You muttered, shutting your eyes. He nodded, moving closer to you, attempting to grip your hips in his large palms. You pushed him away. Namjoon stood back, waiting for more. “Why? Why didn’t you just come to me, instead of whoring around and cheating on me-” He cut you off, anger evident as he slammed a fist against the doorframe. “Nobody wants a fucking frigid virgin to fuck, Y/N!” Your heart dropped, mouth forming a tight ‘o.’ He realised his mistake, tripping over himself, his words jumbling out a frantic apology. You stopped it, smiling sharply at him. “You’re right, Kim Namjoon. No one wants a frigid virgin.” And with that, you slammed the door on him, locking it and crawling into your bed.

Teen Wolf Imagine- The Worst Day Ever

Today was defiantly not your day. You woke up, strangely without your boyfriend lying next to you. You sat up to see the alarm clock, shit you were an hour late for school. There was a note on the bedside table, you read it and couldn’t help but scoff, ‘Your lazy ass wouldn’t wake up, if you’re late there’s a fake doctors note on the kitchen table, love Isaac x’ You jumped out of bed and brushed your teeth. It wasn’t long until you realised you left your bag of clean clothes along with your hairbrush at home. Just great, you pulled out one of Isaac’s flannel shirts that he doesn’t wear, rather than going with the alternative of a V-neck and cardigan. You quickly pulled on a pair of black leggings you left in his wardrobe and a pair of white converse. You barley had enough time to comb your hair with Isaac’s old one, your hair wasn’t too bad but it wasn’t particularly good. You grabbed your purse, not worrying about breakfast. Which was a stupid idea because you not only had to walk all the way to school on an empty stomach but you also forgot to get the note, earning you an hour detention on Friday. You had a strong feeling that the rest of the day wouldn’t have much else to offer.

You got there, with 45 minutes left of your second period. You strolled in coaches room, ignoring his sarcastic comment on how it was a miracle for you to be alive, you were too busy glaring at Scott and Stiles’ faces and how they were trying not to laugh from behind their hands. Conveniently, today was the only day you had lessons that all had at least one pack member in. This was clearly going to be the joke of the day between you all. “Y/L/N, you’re so profoundly late I have no idea why you bothered showing up. Now I have to explain everything all over again so I don’t have to listen to you ask questions for the next god knows how long” Coach lectured. “As much as I enjoy our little chats, I’ll take a rain check. I’m sure my dearest friends here can fill me in while you return to that water over there, which is clearly vodka” you gave a sarcastic smile, which he returned. As much as he pretended, he loved being out sassed by you every lesson. “You’ve got quite the get up there” Stiles laughed, referring to the oversized top and look of destain you had going on. “Clearly you’d know a good flannel when you see it” you replied, not meaning for him to take it as a compliment, which he did. “I’m sorry about leaving you asleep but me and Isaac as a joint supernatural force couldn't move you from that bed” Scott said, still containing a laugh. “My dearest cousin Scott, how I would love to kick your ass right now” you claimed. “How I am sure you would” he smiled, handing you the notes on the assignment. “Y/N, I can hear your sarcasm from here and its making my brain hurt” Coach whined from his desk. “That’ll be the hangover sir” you retort. But before he could say anything back he was distracted by Greenburg and his audacity to click his pen more than twice in a minute. The bell finally went off, you began to pack your things away but coach had an announcement first, “Hang on you bunch of delinquents, anyone who has their free period straight after break has to take a mandatory cooking class. I would tell you why but I wont because I stopped listening during staff debriefing this morning-” he began to ramble. “Great that’s me” you huffed. “Same” Stiles voiced. You definitely were not looking forward to that.

Break was the perfect time for you to kill your boyfriend and to discuss your weekend plans with Lydia and Allison. “Heyy guys” Stiles beamed as you met up with the other half of the pack. You sat opposite Isaac, he was clearly trying to avoid your death stare. “Y/N, what the hell happened to you?” Lydia asked in pure shock. “You don’t even want to know” you said, shaking your head. “At least you look hot in my shirt” Isaac complimented, glancing timidly at you. “Don't” you said, through gritted teeth. “Technically it’s not his fault, you’re the one that didn’t wake up” Allison tried to help. “Well he’s the one that kept me up all night” you remarked. It took them a second, before Scott and Stiles pulled a disgusted face and the girls an approving one. “It was worth it” Isaac smirked, causing you to kick him under the table. “Dude that’s my cousin” Scott said, now also glaring at him. “Anyway, did you hear about the whole cooking thing” Lydia sighed. “Yeah, we have it next” Stiles said, gesturing between you and him. “Thank god, at least I wont be with random idiots incapable of cooking” Lydia said in relief.

“You two are a pair of idiots, incapable of cooking” Lydia said in clear frustration. “I think it’s going pretty well” Stiles said proudly. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with it” you agreed. You took a step back to realise the utter mess you two made, who knew making dessert could be so hard without a recipe. “I’ll re-make this, just start melting the chocolate” Lydia said, trying to keep herself calm. You and Stiles both fumbled for the large chocolate bar, taking a piece each before she noticed. You reached over and picked up the first pan you saw in the cupboard, not knowing what the different ones were for. You both broke the pieces up and put them in the pan, you left Stiles to work out the right temperature on the stove. You turned around for second, until you heard Stiles erupt into laughter. “What?” you asked sharply. “ You’ve got two handprints on your bum” he said between laughs. Great you must of got flour on your leggings when you pulled them up earlier. “Is it coming off?” you asked, brushing it. Normally you’d be offended if a guy looked at your bum, but it was Stiles he was practically your brother. “Sure” he lied. “Shit Stiles, the pan’s overflowing!” you shouted, as you both stumbled over to it. This drew Lydia’s attention back over to you both, “You used an egg pan to melt chocolate?” she asked, also shouting. This group cooking project wasn’t going too well. You dipped your finger in the over spilled chocolate, it was a good idea to have a cheeky finger lick in all the commotion. That was until you realised it was scorching hot and you burned your finger. You ran over to the tap, putting your finger under it. “Y/N, you’ll heal in like 4 seconds, come here and help” Stiles demanded, while Lydia wiped the flour from her hands quickly with a tea towel. The scent of burning filled the room, along with the sound of you three shouting at each other. By now you had racked up an audience of bewildered students. “Stiles turn the heat off” you exclaimed, as Lydia wafted away the smoke before the fire alarm went off. Stiles, forgot which way to turn the dial. Resulting in him turning it up and a flame blazing up for a second. Eventually it all died down and the three of you slid down onto the floor. “Well on the bright side, no one got hurt” you said slowly. “Erm guys” Stiles squeaked. You and Lydia turned to look at him and instantly covered your mouths. “Notice anything different?” he asked, gesturing to the empty space above his left eye. The two of you couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh, you were laughing so hard you had to wipe the tears from your eyes. “Half of my eyebrow has been singed off!!” Stiles raised his voice, causing you to laugh even more. “Do the three of you care to explain?” the teacher demanded, rather than asked. “Ermm…no…?” you winced.

The three of you were let out of the principals office just in time for lunch. You’d been let off pretty lightly considering the collateral damage you caused. The only difference was that you had a double detention on Friday instead. You joined your friends on your lunch table, this time Isaac had saved a seat next to him. You sat down and he kissed your cheek, making your blush slightly. “Why aren’t you three eating? And why are you holding your eyebrow?” Scott asked. “You don’t want to know” Lydia said this time, shaking her head. “How’s Boyd holding up, after, you know…” you asked, after noticing he wasn’t at school again. “He’s hurting, but don’t worry about it, he’ll be okay” Isaac said, squeezing your hand. “Derek’s coming tonight, isn’t he?” Allison asked. Scott simply nod his head to confirm, while taking a bite out of his sandwich. “ Seriously, why are you holding your eyebrow?” Isaac asked intrigued. “He burnt it off” Lydia said bluntly. “You have to show us” Allison said excitedly. Stiles grumbled before moving his hand slowly, causing you all this time to burst out laughing. “I didn’t think it was possible, but you look even more like a spaz” Isaac claimed. “Well, I think you look smoakin Stiles” Allison grinned. “I know, he’s too hot to handle” Scott added. Lydia was trying so hard to hide her smile, because she was still pretending to be mad. “Cut him some slack, there’s no need to, roast” you said, purposely cringey. “ You guys make me sick” he seethed. You all smiled sarcastically. Isaac fed you a grape and kissed you, before you all went to your final two periods.

When you made it to the last lesson of the day, you were physically and emotionally drained. Werewolf or not, you weren’t prepared for todays antics. You had English class, with Scott, Isaac, Allison and of course the twins. They were on wined up duty, even after the chaotic day you’d all already had. They’d took apart their bikes and were purposely teasing them, which included Isaac getting his own back, getting Aiden suspended. However, while you were all standing outside of the classroom you luckily bumped into your gym teacher who was just walking by. “Y/N, glad I caught you” she said casually, even though you were hiding behind Isaac and she never normally walks to the top floor. You huffed and trudged over to her with your friends childishly sniggering, you turned around to tell them to cut it out, all you got was a kiss blown at you by Isaac . “You skipped another one of my lessons, that is the third time so I’m going to issue you a detention” she said falsely. Three in a day, it couldn’t get any worse. “When is it?” you asked with an eye roll. “This Friday” she answered. “I already have two that day”  you groaned. “Well now you have three” she retort, clicking her pen and walking away with her clipboard of names in check. Yes, it could get worse.

“Stiles, Shut up!” you shouted. He had been annoying you all day. “Could you just ask her please” he plead. “No, and even if I did ask her, she would say no!” you were becoming impatient with him. He had been asking you all day about Lydia, he wanted you to ask if she wanted to go on a date with him, even though she was occupied by Aiden. “Ask her yourself!” you huffed. Luckily you lived opposite ways to him so you could avoid him on the walk home. You were about a block away from your house when you heard someone honking behind you. “You’re fucking kidding me“ you turned around to see Stiles in his jeep. Maybe if you ignored him he would go away, you turned around and began walking. He started to drive beside you. "Y/N!” he started shouting out of his car window. Just then Allison caught up with you. “Why is Stiles so desperate to talk to you?” she asked laughing. She looked at you before realising your eyes had turned gold. “Stiles, Stop, her eyes” she shouted while making sure no one was around. Stiles seemed to ignore her warning and proceeded to aggravate you. “Stiles an out of control werewolf is pretty terrifying, for you anyway” Allison exclaimed. “Right” Stiles said awkwardly, he stopped the car in the middle of the empty road and rushed out. “Just calm down” Allison said anxiously. “Take deep breaths” Stiles said, trying to help. You were breathing heavily and your eyes turned back to their original colour. There was a moment of silence and relief. “Soo… is asking Lydia a definite no or…” Stiles asked. You let out a low growl, as a final warning. He held his hands up to surrender. “Are we still on for the pack pizza party later?” he asked, mainly to break the tension. “Ill be there at seven, eat all of the pizza again before I get there Stiles and I’ll break your arm” you retort, continuing to walk home. “Love you too” he shouted to you. You shook your head smiling, flipping him off from over your shoulder. As much as you hated him, you loved that hyperactive goofball.

You decided to have the get together in Lydia’s house, rather than at Derek’s loft or at yours and Scott’s. You arrived later on because you had to finish your math homework for tomorrow anyway. When you got there, Stiles did actually leave you some pizza for once, your bad luck must of ended, or because you were going to kill him earlier. You sat next to Isaac and he put his arm around you, pulling you into his chest. “Do you want to go back to Scott’s after the film? The others are staying here tonight” he said. “I just need my bed” you answered. He nod and you all got settled for the film. Due to Derek being the guest of honour he got to choose the film, as usual he picked an old action movie that sent most of you to sleep within half an hour, including himself. You forced yourself to stay awake so you could get home in time to have a shower. But as soon as you got back you flopped onto your bed, you couldn’t be bothered to shower, there was always the morning. You did brush your teeth and get changed first though. Isaac was about to turn your bedroom light off when he glanced over to your desk. “Y/N” he said softly. “What?” you asked, waiting to cuddle him. “You’ve erm, you’ve done all the wrong math questions” he said, trying not to laugh. “I. Hate. My. Life.” you whined slowly. This was the worst day you’ve ever had.

I know this was quite long, but I hope you enjoyed if you made it to the end. Requests are open x

Kang Daniel - Loved

Genre: Fluff

Note: Thanks again for all of the love and support everyone, I really appreciate it ^^ This Daniel piece is only one part, but it’s filled with fluff so I hope that everyone likes it. I’m also in the process of working on a request so if anyone else has any other requests, feel free to send them in. ^^ Enjoy!


“So explain to me one more time why you can’t wear those shorts with that t-shirt?” asked the male. He was seated on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands to keep himself upright as his eyes wandered over to the pile of discarded clothing on the floor, the shorts and t-shirt he mentioned sitting on top of the pile. He then looked back to you, his head cocked to the side in confusion. “I thought you looked really cute in that outfit. It suited you. Why didn’t you like it?”

Your eyes having once been fixated on the mirror in front of you, examining your new outfit of a dark pair of jeans and a nice cream color blouse, shifted over to your boyfriend. Daniel had been sitting on your bed for the last hour or so while you went through almost the entirety of your closet, looking for the right thing to wear on your date. He had been really patient with you the entire time as you pulled out outfit after outfit, so you weren’t too surprised when he asked you such a question. It was a valid thing to ask. You just weren’t sure if you were quite ready to tell him the real reason you were being like this.

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Sweet Lies

Reader x fratboy!Taehyung

words: 1098

Inspired by this prompt list and this song.

Summary: Can you ever really out play a player?

Originally posted by kimthwriter

“Keep your cold hands to yourself. I am not your personal hot water bottle,” you hissed, shoving Taehyung’s hands out from under your hoodie. 

“But Y/n,” he whined, trying to pry the bottom of your hoodie from your hands as you held it down. “I’m so cold.”

“Then do what normal people do and buy your own hoodie,” You laughed, shoving him away from you and returning to your laptop. He had been sleeping on your bed while you tried to finish your psychology paper. It was due in t-minus three hours. 

You almost hadn’t let him come over. You knew that you had to get the paper finished or your grade was going to plummet. You couldn’t risk academic probation. Your sorority sisters would have been so disappointed in you and you wouldn’t be able to attend the annual Roller Rink Rave. It was mandatory that the sorority ban any sister from activities until she pulled herself out of academic probation and you had spent your most recent pay check on the cutest pair of skates. 

Once he had sent you a video of him palming himself on his bed though, you were a goner. You had spent thirty minutes pushing through your essay, before relenting to the dirty thoughts that filled your head and called him over. 

You had tried for three months to keep Taehyung, one of Alpha Sigma Phi’s many playboys, at arms link. Your sorority sisters all had their own reasons for why you should stay away from him, and you had been trying to catch Namjoon’s eye anyways, so you had listened. But every frat party, every joint event between your two houses, and even every biology class- there he was, shooting you his boxy grin and worming his way under your skin.

“Are you almost done, kitten,” he sighed, sitting up and resting his head on your shoulder so he could glance at your progress. 

“I’ve got at least 2 thousand more words to write,” you groaned. The essay had to be 5 pages in length, not double spaced. Your psychology professor was a hard ass, so you knew if you took any shortcuts he would notice. 

“Should I leave then?” he mumbled, trailing wet kisses along your neck and up your jawline. He wasn’t trying to distract you again. He had gotten what he wanted, so you knew he just genuinely wanted to know if he had overstayed his welcome. 

“You can if you want,” you shrugged, turning your head to meet his lips briefly. “You can sleep here though, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Hmm,” he smiled, chasing after your lips, letting them linger a little longer, before pulling away from you. “As tempting as it is to wake up and worship your body in the morning, I’m not sure you’d make it to your lecture.”

Tingles raced down your spine, flashes of his head between your legs as the sun rose distracting you from explaining the psychology behind why girls fall for bad boys once again. “Who is tempting who, here?”

He laughed, kissing your forehead before he got up to get dressed. His sweetness still managed to take you by surprise. He was always clingy after sex. He liked to cuddle, liked to kiss for no reason, and he craved any excuse to touch you. The two of you had set the boundaries when things first started to heat up between you, and he was honest with his intentions. He told you he tended to treat the girls in his bed like girlfriends, he wasn’t cold and dislocated from his hookups, but he also made it clear that you couldn’t take his actions the wrong way. He wasn’t looking for a steady girlfriend and you weren’t the only girl he would sleeping with. 

That’s the main reason why you gave up trying to say no to him. You weren’t into casual sex. You needed some sort of emotional connection, and Taehyung gave that to you, with no strings attached. You got all the benefits of being in a steady relationship, without any of the drama. You didn’t have to worry about him cheating on you, or impressing his parents, or what the hell to get him for your 100th day- it was just sex, really good sex.

“You’re coming to the rave, yeah?” He nodded, buttoning his jeans and looking around your room for his shirt.

“I call dibs on you,” you smirked. It was a running joke between the two of you. Usually Taehyung being the one to call dibs on your body after whatever party you two had been attending ended. 

His movements stilled from trying to fix his hair, his teeth sinking into his lip as he shot you an unsure look. “I’ve actually already got a date, kitten.”

“Like a date, date?” You asked, eyes wide. You two had been sleeping together for over a month and you had never seen him go on any actual dates before. Sure he’s hooked up with other girls, but that’s where he drew the line. “You just mean someone else already called dibs, right?”

When did you become so smart?” He chuckled, your shoulders sinking in relief. “Since I stopped listening to you.” You cheeked.

He shook his head at you as he walked backwards to your bedroom door. “You know me so well.”

You raked your eyes down his body and bit your lip, “I do, which is why you’re canceling your plans.”

“Anything for my kitten,” he winked, slipping out of your room and leaving you to your school work.

You wouldn’t find out that he lied to you until three days later at the rave. Turns out you didn’t know him as well as he had led you to believe. He brought a gorgeous brunette with him, the two of them holding hands as he helped her skate across the roller rink. Not that you had been watching him or anything. 

His fraternity brother, Hoseok, had let you know that her name was Kyungmi. Her and Taehyung had been dating for six months. Your stomach churned every time you thought about it. Not only had he been sleeping with other girls, besides yourself, he had a steady girlfriend. A steady freaking girlfriend. You couldn’t believe it. 

“I guess he really lives up to his player reputation,” you glared. You were right in assuming that you didn’t have to worry about Taehyung cheating on you, but you never thought you had to worry about him using you to cheat on someone else. 

“Oh shit,” Hoseok gasped, “I forgot you two were sleeping together. Fuck, me and my big mouth.”

You laughed it off, pulling Hoseok onto the rink with you, “Don’t sweat it, baby. I know I wont be.”

Sugar, Sugar

Request:  Can you do a imagine on Buddy from Baby Driver? Where you first meet and how he’s speechless when he sees them. Also, Darling doesn’t exist in this story. Thanks so much!

A/N: Hope this is close to what you had in mind! 

Tags: @clean-soap

Everyone sat at the rectangular table, waiting for Baby to come back with the drinks. Usually coffee would be an After-The-Heist sort of thing, but considering they were all staying overnight, they’d need the caffeine. Doc furiously drew a route on the board while Griff and Buddy sat at the table quietly, neither bothering with small talk. However, Buddy was curious as to why there were only two of them. Since the bank they were going after was a larger one, it didn’t seem like a two-man job.

To Buddy’s relief, Griff asked instead.

“Where’s our third man, Doc? This ain’t a small job,” Griff stated.

Doc didn’t even turn around. “I arranged the job, I know how many people should be on it.” Setting his chalk down in its holder, he admired his work. “Regardless, you’re right, we’re one short. Sugar should be here by now.”

Buddy went to ask who Sugar was, but was interrupted by Baby entering and sliding the coffees across the table. He handed them out one by one, bobbing his head to the music between his ears, only stopping when he got to an empty chair.

“Where’s-“

“Sugar’s not here yet, Baby. She’s late like usual, you know her. Set her coffee down and get ready for briefing,” Doc said.

So Baby’s worked with her before, Buddy observed. Interesting.

Baby shrugged and left the coffee, bobbing over to his usual spot.

Ten more minutes passed and though Doc didn’t seem like it, he was frustrated. Everyone was. Griff snapped his sunglasses off and threw them on the table. “Where the hell is this girl?”

“She’ll be here.” Doc kept his eyes trained on the windows lining around the ceiling.

“I doubt we even need her,” Griff continued. “Buddy and I got this covered, don’t need some girl holding us back.”

Buddy chuckled and looked at the short-tempered man. “Let’s just wait a bit more before we decide to do a suicide mission, alright?”

“I’m late by twenty minutes and you’re already planning to cut me out? Gotta say, boys, I’m hurt.”

Eyes trained on a woman emerging from the entrance. Buddy felt his pulse rush as he watched her walk in, a smile on her face as she greeted Baby with a light pat on the shoulder. She was beautiful, but not obvious about it, clad in tattered vans with a fitted sweatshirt and black skinny jeans. She couldn’t be older than her mid to late twenties, still showing innocence. But Buddy saw something in her eyes as she sat down that was far from innocent. It was… dangerous.

“Not like you gave us much of a choice,” Griff snapped. “You always late for these briefings?”

She smiled and sipped her coffee. “You’re lucky I showed up.”

“And Doc hasn’t offed you for that yet?”

“I look alive, don’t I? Besides, doesn’t matter if I’m here for the briefings, I always do my job right.” She turned to the man at the front. “Don’t I, Doc?”

Doc forced a smile. “Sure do. I’d hire someone to ruin your pretty face if you didn’t.”

Buddy continued to stare at Sugar as she sipped her coffee and listened, gaining a concentrated expression. It made her look intelligent, promoting more beauty. Intelligence suits her, Buddy noted. Buddy glanced away to pay attention to the briefing himself.

When all was explained, Doc sent everyone to disperse, not caring if they slept or not as long as they did their job right. Buddy was going to get up when he was stopped by a girl’s long legs before him. He looked up to make contact with the owner who gave him a soft smile, sticking her hand out. “M’name’s Sugar.”

He began to stammer, trying to find his voice. “I- uh, I’m Buddy,”

She took the chair next to his, staring at him intently. The rest of the crew was nowhere to be found, either asleep or off doing their own business. It was just him and Sugar and the dim warehouse lights.

“Well, Buddy,” she began sweetly, “it seems like everyone else is doing their own thing. Mind keeping me company?”

Buddy directed his attention back to her, seeing her as a normal girl he’d pass on the street. Maybe she would be walking to a coffee shop to meet friends or maybe she was off to a morning class. But then he remembered the danger he saw earlier, reminding him that she was no ordinary girl.

However, now that he thought about it, that didn’t bother him.

“I wouldn’t mind at all.”

One Last Onision Post

Let’s talk about the last couple days with Onision. He posted a video about Shane Dawson (Why aren’t we surprised?) And had several melt downs. 

Anyway in the direct messages he had with Joy Sparkle Bs he agreed to do the debate on Youtube Live. Then back tracked and said he would do it on Lainey’s YouNow and made a poll asking everyone which platform was more glitchy in hopes to validate himself in some way. (Everyone said YouNow so that backfired.) He then says he won’t do it on Youtube because he doesn’t want Joy to profit. Joy said repeatedly that she would donate everything to charity. She even said she would donate $200 of her own money right then in good faith and she would later prove that all the money raised was given to charity. Onision says no the only way he will do it is if it’s on Lainey’s YouNow because no one will profit. (Lainey is his wife. Even if they have different bank accounts anything she spent the money on food, bills, anything for the kids, or even make up to use on her Youtube channel he would profit. Because they are married so it’s their bills, their kids, their food, and if she uses the make up in videos and gets paid for those videos he again profits.)

So he’s on YouNow and gets excited to see Jaclyn. (Honestly his reaction was pretty creepy. Like you could tell her was so excited but he was trying to keep his cool. Which he tried to seem chill the whole time but you could tell by the way he spoke and by how hard he was trying to stay calm he was freaking out on the inside. Well he’s pissed because Social Repose is there so he tries to guilt him about his ACTUAL stalker. He said Social Repose should apologize to the girl for what happened because that’s what he would do. Which we all know is complete bullshit. If a fan showed up to Greg’s house uninvited he would freak the fuck out. Make a video about it. And call the girl a retarded bitch or a cunt or many different names. Thats how he handles shit. Lastly he made a comment about Jaclyn’s boobs and again we’re not surprised. 

I can’t remember if Jeff came in before those two or after but Onision refused to actually listen to what he said at first and kept saying shit. And even said “How many times do I have to say this to you?” Which is hilarious because people repeatedly say stuff to him and he literally ignores them. So at this point Jeff is like wtf dude why isn’t this guy listening? You know like when you’re saying something to a kid and you repeat yourself a million times and then you get annoyed because they aren’t listening? That’s what happened and then Jeff went off. I thought it was funny. Onision thought he was some kind of puppet master but literally no one thought that.

So Joy finally comes in. She called him sweetie, or hun and he was like, “My name is Greg. Call me Greg.” And she was like “Sorry I get a little brain fogged due to this illness I have.” And then he kept saying she was mentally ill and trying to invalidate what she was saying by that. Even though he admitted he is mentally ill and so is he wife. But somehow they aren’t invalidated? He then made comments about her hair, called her a bitch a couple times, asked why she wanted to get sued so bad. (She basically wants him to try and sue her to 1. Call his bluff. And 2. Prove that he can’t really sue her because legally she has done nothing wrong.) Really just wouldn’t listen to her, let her finish a point, and kept just trying to over talk her. That’s why she kept having to yell. He then bitches out and leaves.

Lainey comes in and talks. She did cry but it was because of the subject not because of Joy. Joy was actually decent to Lainey. Even if she was being fake she still had the decency to try and treat Lainey like a person. 

Sara later came in and again Joy treated her like a person. She could have been being fake right then too but she still didn’t come in an insult her. Even though Sara called her a bitch in her first message to her. 

Lainey’s sister came in a one point. And she did what Onision did which was try and talk over everyone and be defensive about everything. She was pretty rude. So they muted her and she was butt hurt about that. But Joy said she could talk as long as she was respectful. Which the sister could have made her point had she done that. But instead she rolled her eyes and got off.

Greg then goes and of course tweets about being the victim. (Guess he didn’t make Joy cry like he wanted.) Then makes a video where he openly lies about what happened. He tweets that Sara is being attacked on Youtube Live. Sara literally tweets that’s not whats going on. He then makes Lainey out to be the victim even though Lainey chose to talk to Joy and only cried because they talked about Billie. And then he gets in a fight with Drew (Billie’s new boyfriend) and keeps talking shit about Billie who hasn’t said anything about Greg or Lainey in some time. Maybe she made one comment on a video Drew made. But on the internet she really hasn’t said much about the situation. While Greg has. Then I guess he made a video talking shit about Alex and Johnny. (Because they went on Andy’s podcast that Greg is so desperate to get on.) 

So that takes our list to like 9 or 10 people Greg tried to start shit with in the last like two or three days. I had to comment on this because my mind is honestly blown at how ridiculous this guy is. And how people still seem to follow him and think he truly is a victim of bullying when this shit all started because he said he wanted to make Joy cry and to humiliate her. This is the exact same way Donald Trump handles shit!! 

Oh he also told Joy it was Lainey’s dad that he would be using to sue her. He hates his father-in-law and “cut him out of his life” at some point this month so that was funny. He openly lied right there. And he promised he would sue Joy if they debated. And even though he left the debate if he does not sue her he will be caught in yet another lie. “Most honest Youtuber” my ass. 

Alright I’m done. 

Before the Sun. {Lysaedion}

Warning: Smut ahead.

Also, yes I am aware I have used this gif before, but can I be blamed?

Thank you for getting me to 1.5k followers, I am amazed that people actually read what I write. You all make a girl feel pretty damn good.

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Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

The alarm went off before the sun had risen, sending Aedion into a fit of groans and mumbled curses.

“Turn it off, Lys,” he whined, sleepily. When she didn’t, he rolled over. “Lysand –“

Missing from his bed was Lysandra, although the t-shirt of his she had worn to bed was lying crumpled up beside him.

Once the pounding in his ears, caused by pure annoyance and frustration, had dissipated, he could hear the water running from the bathroom.

“How the hell does she wake up so early?” Aedion cursed as he slammed on the button of the alarm clock that had 6:30 blinking in bulky, red numbers.

Sighing, he rose to sitting position and rubbed his eyes before rising to his feet and staggering towards the bathroom.  

He could hear her muffled singing vibrating off the shower’s walls, sending a small jolt of joy throughout his body. He stood outside of the cracked door, listening with closed eyes and a dopey smile on his mouth before interrupting.

“I was wondering when you’d join me,” Lysandra’s voice floated through the shower curtain once he finally pushed open the door.

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