and my car is lovely and warm

taako and lup play switcheroo with each other because lup wants to make sure kravitz is a trustworthy boyfriend for her brother and she is also veeeery persuasive but like it doesn’t in any universe work because barry knows immediately it’s taako and is like “hey taako where’s lup” and he’s like “oh uh she’s making sure my man isn’t a total dickweed” and he’s like “sure sure wanna play cards?” meanwhile kravitz catches on really quickly but plays along and takes her on a really nice date and is a total gentleman the whole time then at the end of the night he’s like “well it was nice to get to know you, lup, shall i take you home?” and she’s like HECK I WAS THE ONE WHO WAS BAMBOOZLED and she’s like “um no ill catch a cab and get home on my own” and he opens a portal and she’s like “oh shit, psyche, take me home big boy” and as kravitz fetches his actual datemate she’s just in the background with barry pointing at her own eyes and then at him in a threatening way but tbh the way kravitz sweeps taako off his feet when he sees him and is like not even a little upset about the little ploy for sure warms her up to him

couplets for the venus signs

aries venus: looking into your eyes is like lighting a match, and I feel like I belong. And if this feeling isn’t right I would happily die wrong.

taurus venus: you said every passing moment in this transient world is marvelous and I agree, every moment that I’m with you I feel free.

gemini venus: the sound of papers rustle and the memory of you makes me smile. the bass in your car is a fleeting memory, I wish you’d stay a while.

cancer venus: I can smell the scent of your skin on mine, I’m still warm from when we cuddled. I blurted I loved you and you looked at me and whispered “you’re in trouble”

leo venus: my hands tangling in your curls, your hands tangling in my shirt. my hands creeping up your lap, your hands trailing up my skirt.

virgo venus: I can see the words you wrote in the mirror from the mist. “I’m sorry, I should’ve given you one last kiss.”

libra venus: like two doves, we transcended, together & inseparable, but no one but god could ever prevent the inevitable.

scorpio venus: your breath is on my neck, you’ve opened my doors and made a room in me, your love is potent and dangerously consuming me.

sagittarius venus: i wanted you with me but i was tying you down, you left me but you’re able to spread your wings now.

capricorn venus: your cheeks were flushed your voice was hushed and the atmosphere was blue, you turned around, looked down and said “I’m madly in love with you”

aquarius venus: “darling,” you said, and bit my ear, “I want to feel your touch, you fill the void, but even filled, it’s never quite enough”

pisces venus: you taught me to let the waves in my ocean of dreams let me drift away, you told me that home is where my heart wants to stay.

I was nervous, I admit.  It was our second date and I wanted everything to be as close to perfect as possible.  I had even gone so far as to fill up my car with the second cheapest gasoline type.  I had no idea what it was or why anyone would ever buy it but I decided that no expense would be spared.

I had also baked some fresh muffins.  Those took me about six hours to make because I kept changing my mind on what flavor muffins I wanted.  At first, I wanted to make some with nuts but then I changed my mind after about ten minutes of them in the oven.  So, I put on my mitts I knitted the day before and took them out, promptly dug into the muffins with tweezers to remove each nut, and then decided to replace them with chocolate chips.  This worked well, until I remembered that I hadn’t asked her if she was allergic to chocolate or not and didn’t want her not to be able to have any.  So, I put on my mitts I had knitted the day before and took them out of the oven, got back out my tweezers and tried to remove the chocolate chips.  They were all melted and everything but eventually I managed to get them out with a straw.  I replaced them with bananas because I had never heard of anyone that was allergic to bananas and I thought that was a safe bet.  After about three hours of cooking at 100 degrees they seemed warm enough to be done. 

Her apartment was a short drive away.  I got out of the car like a gentleman and rang her doorbell instead of playing my Linkin Park song so loud that she could hear it from inside and know that I was there.   Her doorbell had a nice ring to it.  Like really nice.  I loved the notes and the rhythm to the chimes and everything.  It was nicely paced and not too rushed.  It really gave off a welcoming feel. 

She answered the door with a smile. 

“Hey, I really like your doorbell,” I said.

She stepped out and glanced at it. 

“How much?” I asked.

She laughed right in my face.  I assured her I wasn’t joking.

“I can’t sell you my doorbell. How would you even get it out of my house? Isn’t it built into the wall?”

“That’s not important. I’m willing to go as high as $100."  I had seen half a season of Pawn Stars; I knew what I was doing.

"500.” she countered.  She knew what she was doing, too.

“Meet me in the middle at 300?”

“350.”

Dang, she was good.  She must have seen at least two seasons of Pawn Stars, maybe even three.  But I really wanted those bells. 

“Alright, I can do 350,” I said as I went in for the handshake.

I spent the next hour and a half punching her wall to get her doorbells out.  Then I drove home and installed them.  I forgot about the date and the banana muffins completely.

Get Into My Car

Title: Get Into My Car

Summary:  Dean and the reader are enjoying a night out, until someone ruins the evening

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Plus-sized Reader

Word Count: 1889

Warnings:  Body shaming, derogatory terms directed toward a plus-sized reader, drinking, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, smut, nsfw

Author’s Notes:  Written for two challenges: @winchester-writes Drinking Writing Challenge. My drink was Glenfiddich Scotch and my prompt was “What is everyone staring at?!” and @butiaintgonnaloveem Baby’s Big 50 Writing Challenge. My song was Get Out of My Dreams, Get Into My Car by Billy Ocean. Thank you to @feelmyroarrrr for the amazing idea. This wouldn’t have been possible without my bestie, @mamapeterson and her support, encouragement and words. Love you, T.

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Submit To Me - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 15,061

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Public Teasing, Public Masturbation, Teasing in the car and in the bedroom, pleading, seduction, striping Dylan because he’s sexy as fuck, dry humping, thigh riding, hand jobs, face riding, handcuffs, blindfolds, 69 (aka oral male and female receiving), overstimulation, praising, orgasm denial, female riding male (regular and reverse cowgirl), whiny Dylan, mentions of dominant Dylan, A lot of submissive Dylan, BREATHY MOANS

Notes: I will make this short as I am writing this pool side from hell. I’m so sorry this took forever. I have no excuses. But hopefully it was worth it. I honestly don’t know if this is my best writing for what you guys wanted from this. I promise the next thing I write won’t take as long. 

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stut--ter  asked:

Thomas, I have to thank you, hug you, and love you. On a car trip with my 10-year old, I said, "I think you will love this" and had him play your recent motivation video. My ten year old and I were in a car, laughing and talking about your personalities. He wanted to watch more and did, me smiling the whole time because a) I think you're hilarious and so does he and, b) you are someone I can share with my son because you're both hilarious AND clean. YAY. Thank you SO much!!! Also: I HEART JOAN.

Ahhhh!!! I literally JUST answered a question about this!! See, this is what I LOVE to hear!!!! Oh my goodness, thank you for sharing this, cause this warms my heart!! I hope you both continue to enjoy the content!!!

I wanna draw something warm and fluffy this Christmas so here you go /// u \\ Merry Christmas everyone!

[This contain spoiler of the 707 X-mas DLC read it at your own risk]

Love that alien guy who will take all those risks just to see you ( ˘ ³˘)♥

Base on the last chatroom in his xmas route. (tho i know he drove the car there but running is much cuter lol)

“Reading a book is the most glorious pastime that humankind has yet devised”

-Wislawa Syzmborska

Books. Such wonderful things. They contain hidden mysteries, secret places waiting to be discovered; they whisper to us, and make our imagination grow and bloom like a flower in the spring. There is just so much wonder in books that is still to be unlocked, still to be uncovered. It’s funny how these different combinations of words can lead to so much thought and sheer BEAUTY, like how do these authors do it? I love to just pick up a good book, sit on the couch with a nice cup of chai. Mmmmm just thinking about it makes me warm and fuzzy.

Sadly, I think we have forgotten how to appreciate books for just EXISTING because they truly deserve to be acknowledged. It’s actually quite depressing, I used to read sooso much: in my free time, in lessons (I walked on the wild side, I know), in the car, at MEALS, and the unspoken truth: on the toilet. Ok, we all do it come on. I definitely do not read as much as I used to. My time is being EATEN by the monster that is GCSE’s, and just…I always get DISTRACTED by my phone or my computer. Which is a state which I do not want to be in. I WANT to read, and of course I still do, but maybe like a quarter of how much I used to. Sighhhhh.

Wow, I detect quite a gloomy undertone now and let me just brighten it up a little by saying that one of my New Year’s Resolutions is to read at least 3 books a month, and so far, it’s actually going well! I’ve recently been working through the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams, which is so brilliantly funny and clever- 10/10 highly recommend. Before that I was reading various Sherlock Holmes stories (which I absolutely LOVE- so much smart VOCAB learnt) and before that I was reading the Maze Runner series which omg can I just SAY. LOVE. 10000/10. AMAZING. I was obsessed for like 2 MONTHS with this series and was fangirling with my friend who had introduced me to the series (thank the LORDS she did I am eternally grateful). DYLAN O’BRIEN IN THE MOVIE. JUST. Can we just take a moment of silence for the beautiful gloriousness that is Dylan O’Brien. Amen. But yeah, I really want to read MORE so I’m just setting myself goals and finding books that I really like! That’s the ticket. More like that’s the cinema ticket that I’ll be BOOKing (see what I did there) to go see DylAN O’BRIEN IN THE MAZE RUNNER.

I think we all need to read more. Here is my 100% working method for just that:

1. Pick up a new or old book that’s interesting to you

2. Find some quiet time and a quiet space, preferably a nice COMFY, quiet space, like a bed (with a nice duvet of course) or a couch 

3. Retrieve a blanket (or a duvet)

4. Retrieve mug of tea/ chai latte

5. Read on brother

“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.”
- George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons

Hello Autumn | Tom Holland

Summary: Tom Holland and the reader spend the fall together, doing fun fall activities and spending time with family. All the while, Tom’s family pesters him about his unplanned future with the reader…

Warning: fluffiness

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Type: Oneshot

Requested: anonymously 

A/N: Just to let you all know, I combined two requests together for this oneshot. One request was for the reader and Tom to do fun fall activities together and the other was about the entire family pestering Tom about his future with the reader. I combined them because I thought it would make a better story arch. Anyways…enjoy!

MASTERLIST


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5 a.m. [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Summary: Inspired by the one time me and some friends went to McDonald’s at 5 a.m. The reader, craving junk food, drags a sleepy Lin out of bed, way too early in the morning. The breakfast menu isn’t up yet. Chaos and shenanigans ensue.

Word counter: 4,474

Warnings: None, just a really sleepy and grumpy Lin. 

Authors Notes: @sunshinemiranda - i cannot believe i got to the chance to collab with ren again??? you guys, this honestly all stemmed from this really cute story she told me and then me (being pushy and annoying as per usual) needed to get in and then this came into being!! we got so attached, we made headcanons for this, unbelievable. i still want to make a prequel. enjoy.

@alexanderhamllton - i got to collab with my girl again, can you guys BELIEVE??? I am so happy with how this turned out, we made a whole lot of headcanons (hence the mixtapes) and we really hope you guys like it! If you want more from this universe PLEASE let us know, because we would love to wirte that! 

askbox | olivia’s masterlistren’s masterlist


Lin wasn’t expecting his phone to ring at 5 in the morning. He wasn’t expecting anything but a solid sleep that he desperately needed after too many late nights full of work. Funny thing was, life had a screwed up talent at ruining expectations.

His phone lit up in the dark, vibrating against the wooden bedside table with a vicious energy. With a groan, he stabbed a button blindly and brought it to his ear without even bothering to emit a greeting. It was too early for that.

“Lin. Listen, it’s 5 am. You wanna go to McDonald’s with me?”

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ok losers it’s your girl polcry here to run you through the basics of what the darn heck to bring with you to university to cover your naked body 

B A S I C S 

If you’re edgy and ~minimalist~ these’ll probably comprise the majority of your wardrobe. Regardless, you’re going to want to bring at least a few each of these.

LEGGINGS: at least one black pair, possibly more if you’ve accepted the inevitability of not giving a shit how you look at for 9ams. You can also get funky and bring patterned ones if you so desire, you maverick.

JEANS: I prefer jeggings for the comfort feel and ability to do spontaneous high kicks, but if you’re a fashionista boyfriend or bootcut jeans are cool too. Trust me, the freshman fifteen is real and if you have to choose between a lil’ too big and a lil’ too small, go big. Belts exist for a reason.

T-SHIRTS: you can get a wide array of fits of tees, so bring a few of your favourite style in simple colours like white/black/grey/striped. I find slightly wearing a slightly oversized tee gives off a certain effortless vibe, especially if you tuck the front in to the waistband of jeans to give it an IDGAF drape and pair with cute AF shoes. Hella cute with no effort. 

SWEATSHIRTS/JUMPERS/SWEATERS: I live in jumpers. I’m not going to lie. Go oversized with leggings or skinny jeans, maybe add a layer underneath if it’s a lil’ chilly. If you live somewhere that feels like the depths of Antartica, you might want to go with a finer knit and layer under and above. The struggle of getting a thick coat over a chunky jumper is real, guys. Turtlenecks, crew necks, V-necks. They’re all good. Avoid collecting too many sweatshirts with your university’s name on it, though - you will look over-enthusiastic. 

SHOES: one word: COMFORT. Campuses are big places. Chances are, you’ll be walking a fair bit. I love trainers - I have a pair of black Nikes, a pair of white Reeboks and a black slip-on pair. Converse, Adidas, New Balance are all popular. They crop up on the feet of almost everyone. Look down, and I guarantee the vast majority of any university class are wearing trainers. 

If you’re like me and enjoy torturing yourself, you can also wear heeled boots. I find them weirdly comfortable, probably due to my excessively hyperextended knees. Pointy ankle boots always look chic, but frankly people will be so surprised that you’ve made an effort that any type will impress. Zara’s always a good choice for cute boots. 

I’d avoid opened-toed or flats that expose a lot of your foot during autumn/winter/spring. It’ll probably rain, and then you’ll be cold and miserable and have soggy feet. Wellies (or rainboots for you strange Yanks) are a good choice if you’ll be in a wet climate (hello England), but they can be a bit cumbersome. Try and get some lower-cut ones to reduce the weight and to stop you from stomping excessively. 

COATS: this is pretty personal. Again, if it’s wet, I’d recommend something at least water-resistant. I have a North Face windbreaker that I keep in my car in case it starts tipping it down, but it’s not particularly warm. Leather/suede jackets look cute but are not a good choice if it looks like it might rain. Other than that, anything goes. I have a cute beige pea coat from ASOS that I love, and a shearling jacket from Bershka which is far too cool for a dork like me.

L O U N G E W E A R 

PJs: buy yourself some new ones. Please. Your flatmates don’t want to see your lady parts through that ever-expanding hole in the crotch. Some university flats feel like the pits of hell, so it might be a good idea to bring a few pair of short PJs too. You can always swap them out for joggers or leggings when you’re not snoozin’. I can always find cute pyjamas in Tesco, Sainsbury’s and Primark. 

SWEATPANTS: as comfy as PJs but with the added bonus of being socially acceptable. Whether you prefer a tapered, slim fit or big ‘n’ baggy, make sure they’re stain-free and don’t smell funky. Bring a couple of pairs and rotate through as necessary. 

BRAS: regardless of whether you have the athletic capabilities of a sloth or Michael Phelps, you will want to bring sports bras. Hides the nips with basically no discomfort. Bralettes are cute too, but I’m an advocate of sports bras if you’re just slugging out in front of Netflix and nobody is going to see it. Forever 21 do a massive selection of surprisingly pretty sports bras with all sorts of fancy backs. Not so good for exercising, but really the majority of people don’t wear sports bras to exercise. 

F A N C Y 

PARTYING: this will depend a little on where you attend university. For me, going out outfits are high-waisted jeans, a fancy-ish crop top and flat shoes of some description. Club floors get hella slippery. More casual dresses are fine too, but make sure you gauge what your friends are going to be wearing so you don’t look too overdressed.

EVENTS: bring a nice dress or trousers/shirt. There will be fancier events (sports balls, end of term balls, society balls). They don’t always require black tie, so a cocktail dress is a good choice. Boys, bring a suit jacket. It doesn’t have to be tails or a tux, but bringing a tailored blazer that’ll match or compliment a pair of trousers you own will come in handy. And absolutely NO JEANS. Along the same lines, bring at least one pair of smart shoes/heels. Ladies, flats are more than acceptable for fancy events. Just make sure they’re cute. 

BUSINESSWEAR: “But Isabelle!” I hear you cry, “I’m in college! I don’t need businesswear!” Yes, my friend, yes you do. Interviews happen. You might need a part-time job, or get a spontaneous interview for an internship. Bring an office-appropriate skirt/trousers and a blouse/shirt, and some simple, smart shoes. You don’t have to go full-on Olivia Pope, but make sure you have one suitable outfit in your repertoire. 

Q U I C K   T I P S 

Accessories make an outfit: bring a choice of belts, scarves and miscellaneous wraps or shawls. By throwing on a buckled belt and a cute layered necklace, you can go from meh to a-meh-zing. 

Sign up for student discounts: British students, that means unidays. Register with your university email for discounts ranging from 10-25%. They’ll notify you when retailers that don’t have a permanent discount (like H&M) run promotions as well. Make sure you use your discount for eating out and going to the cinema, too!

Quality > quantity: the capsule wardrobe trend is real, folks. I’m an advocate of having a smaller, but better-made and better-fitting, wardrobe over one that’s overflowing and filled with cheap, low-quality clothing that’ll last a couple of wears. If you’re wearing pieces day-in day-out, make sure they’re flattering and of good quality. Having a smaller wardrobe makes moving in and out easier, too, and you’ll spend less time staring at all your clothes trying to mentally piece together something cute. 

Expensive =/= good quality: along the same lines, just because something is pricy doesn’t automatically make it of good quality. You can get really good basics at affordable shops. Feel the material (and make sure it’s relatively opaque), make sure the stitching is solid, and that it doesn’t have pulls or piling or holes. I like New Look and ASOS for simple pieces. 

Make an effort: it sounds silly, but lecturers and tutors do appreciate it when you don’t turn up looking like you’ve just rolled out of bed. Looking presentable makes them feel like you want to be there, which can make them a) like you more and b) more inclined to want to help you out if you need it. It isn’t that hard to put a pair of jeans and a blouse on instead of throwing a pair of joggers on under the T-shirt with ramen stains on that you slept in the night before, is it?

That’s pretty much it. University is a place to explore your own personal style, and you’ll see a massive variety in how people dress. Express yourself, learn what you like on, and don’t feel under pressure to dress a certain way! Style is definitely a creative outlet, so if you want to - use it and enjoy yourself!!

Ardor – four.

❝  After your art professor notices your ardor towards nudeness in arts, he sends you to apprentice under his old friend, the Korean painter Byun Baekhyun who’s infamous for his erotic pieces and cocky demeanor. Rumors surrounded Baekhyun at any second and women who had been with him described him as “an unforgiving lover of bodies”. What happens when you find him taking a liking to you–and your body? ❞

Reader x Painter!Baekhyun

!Small mentions of sensual themes.

one. two. three. five.


Your skin had been burning since that day; itching, haunting you with the remains of his touches, kisses, juices. You showered yourself with burning hot water every night, every morning, letting the tears of frustration out to join the water down the drain. You hadn’t been at his house for a week now and your body still felt hot from last night’s shower as you woke up this Friday morning. You debated showering again, but the heat emitting from your limbs, the tightness of your massively dried-out skin begged you not to.

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home : hs

Request: Yes (this one)

Pairing: Harry Styles x Y/N

Word count: 1,442

Warnings: Cursing (one or two!)

What are you about to read: Y/N getting inked by Harry

Requests open!

Originally posted by tmlnsn

Harry wasn’t a sap. Oh god, he wasn’t. but when it comes to Y/N, he couldn’t help but feel a tad whipped.

It was when he saw his friend Jeff getting a tattoo of his girlfriend’s hometown coordinates on his arm. As much as it seemed creepy and strange, he couldn’t help but letting the idea of having something from Y/N tattooed forever on his body creep into his mind.  

It was after a week when they managed to take some time to themselves and chill at Y/N’s small but cozy apartment in downtown London. They were sat on Y/N’s tiny bed (it was a double sized bed but Harry’s feet were always left outside) and she had her arms around him. He could feel her warm breath on his neck.

“I don’t want them to see my boobs, ‘s all.” He could almost sense her eyebrows furrowing behind him while she continued stroking his biceps.

“Love, they don’t care ‘bout yeh boobs, they only care ‘bout the money they’ll be receiving” Harry shook his head and a few strands fell on his forehead, making Y/N lean over and kiss his forehead from where she was seated behind him.

Harry was slowly regretting the whole tattoo idea. He knew Y/N liked his tattoos and sure, she had a couple of small ones here and there but he wanted to go and get one together. And not because he wanted to get matching ones, Harry wasn’t into that whole idea of getting hearts and flowers with your lover.

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Slushied

Originally posted by chuckcriss

Originally posted by lolurnotgrantgustin


Pairing: Sebastian Smythe x Reader

Request: Hi! Idk if your requests are open but imma go for it: can you please do a Sebastian Smythe x reader thing where they are secretly dating because she’s in the New Directions and they wouldn’t approve? But she is the one that gets hit by the rock salt slushee and he gets all worried? You can go off from there! Thanks 

Word count: 1.678

A/N: Hi, sorry for the late post. I had no time in these weeks, unluckily. Anyways, I added some fluff at the end and I hope that you liked it. Honestly, I’m not happy how it turned out, but I had no clue on how to write it. I tried, though.

- G. x


Love is one of the most important things in your life. You’ve always dreamt of having a prince charming since you were still a little innocent child. You would always envy the Disney princesses and you would always ask your mum when was your prince charming going to arrive in your life. You were just so delightful at the thought of it and it caused you to be so thankful when your other half came into your life: Sebastian Smythe.

You loved the idea of having your boyfriend with you, but the situation became unbearable when the both of you had to hide your relationship from your friends.
Sebastian and you were both in a glee club, The Warblers and New Directions. It was just a shame that the two of you went in two different schools and your groups are always in competition, of course.

Sebastian was the leader of the Warblers and he was the most hated member, of course. He was a competitive person and he loved to annoy his opponents, provoking them with his unnecessary insults and ironic stupid jokes.

You found it hard to hide your relationship from your friends, because you couldn’t ask them for any advices or you couldn’t tell them how your date with Sebastian went. Sebastian forced you many times to reveal them your secret relationship, but you knew that your friends would just separate the two of you and they would never approve it. You loved Sebastian, but you loved your friends too and you just didn’t know what to do.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Kurt shouted your name and you finally turned your head to his side. “Finally, the others have already gone!” He rolled his eyes and you snorted for his actions. Kurt was your gay best friend and his mannerisms have always made you laugh, you never knew for what reason.  

“Sorry.” You finally apologized when you stopped crying and laughing at the same time. He knew the reason why you were laughing and he threw you his empty water bottle, dodging it perfectly. “What is it?”

“The Warblers are already in the auditorium. Let’s kick their asses and get this chaos done.” You laughed at his intensions as you stood up from your chair and you walked towards Kurt.

“C’mon and kick their asses.” You agreed smiling, thinking that you will see Sebastian any time soon.

You walked through the auditorium arm-in-arm with Kurt and you started thinking of the mess your boyfriend’s group creating once again. They were competing against your group at the regionals, but then you found out that both of the groups had the idea of doing a Michael Jackson song. Probably it was your fault, because you left your papers lying around your house messily, but there’s no way you are telling you them that fact.

“Oh, hey losers.” Your cheeky boyfriend looked at you and your best friend as you entered the auditorium. Kurt rolled his eyes once again and you gave him a playful death glare, him trying not to let out a laugh.

“Shut up, idiot.” Santana blurted out. “I think it’s time that I show you a little Lima Heights hospitality.”

“Unless you want to join your relatives in prison, that’s probably not the best idea.” He flashed her a flirty smirk and Santana crossed her arms furiously.

“Smythe, shut your filthy mouth.” You seriously said to him as you went near the auditorium stage. He crossed the line with that offense and he just rolled his eyes, letting you know that the fun has just started. “So why can’t we start fixing this mess?” You stood in the middle of the stage, having Sebastian behind you.

“I demand satisfaction in Warbler tradition.” Sebastian courageously challenged your group.

“Then let’s have a dual.” Kurt sassily answered Sebastian.

“Alright.” Sebastian confidently said, annoying your group members even more.

“We aren’t scared, Warblers.” Artie said as he rolled his wheels forward, nearing himself on the stage.

“You really think you’re that bad?” Sebastian smirked once again. “Is that what they teach you at that little public school of yours?”

“Let’s get it on.” Blaine then butted in, not minding what Sebastian has said, as the members of both groups went on the stage. People were divided in two big groups as the beat of Michael Jackson’s Bad started to be heard.

New Directions started to sing and dance with the Warblers and you didn’t mind that Sebastian dropped hints of you being together during your performance, also because your friends were busy on showing their best.

The most of the time, you were looking at your boyfriend’s eyes and you wanted to hug him in the middle of the song. You wanted to stop this battle between your group, because it was hard to pretend that you both hated each other and
Sebastian needed to moderate his words, because he really offended people with his sass.

You then lost Sebastian’s gaze, realizing that Kurt pulled you further and he blocked your way from Sebastian. You knew that he noticed the tension between you and Sebastian and he tried to protect you, even though you knew that Sebastian would never hurt you.

You then noticed Sebastian taking out a large white paper cup from a brown paper bag. You corrugated your forehead and you started to walk fast towards him, bumping people when you needed to. You knew that Sebastian could play dirty sometimes and you wanted to stop whatever his plans were.

“(Y/N)!” You heard Kurt shouting, but suddenly the song’s beat faded and you felt a cold and stinging liquid running down your face.

You shouted for pain and sting that you were feeling on your face.

“(Y/N)!” Your friends shouted your name.

You were about to fall on the ground, when you felt two familiar strong arms catch your weak body. You couldn’t see anything and you heard nothing, except for your sharp shouts.

“Fuck, Smythe!” You then heard Kurt, anger in his voice.

“You’re paying for this, Smythe.” You heard Santana’s sassiness. The next thing you heard was that your friends were blaming Sebastian because of what happened.

“Quiet, losers!” You then heard your boyfriend’s loud voice. “(Y/N), are you okay?”

“I can’t see and my face stings, Smythe!” You bitterly answered him. How could he ask a question like that when he obviously knew the answer?

“I am sorry,” You sensed the sadness and the regret from his voice. “it was my fault.”

“I knew it was yours, douche.” You answered him sassily, still bearing with the pain.

“Can you open your eyes?” It was Artie’s voice.

“No, don’t! It had rock salt in it.” Sebastian worriedly answered. You felt him wiping your sticky cheeks and you felt cold when the ice went inside your shirt. Your face was still stinging but the pain was bearable than before. “I’m really sorry.”

“You better be, Fievel.” I then felt someone’s hands held my forearm. “Let her go now.”

“No, I’m bringing her to the hospital,” Sebastian protested. “Whether you like it or not.”

“You hurt her.” Santana fought back, still having her hands holding your forearm. “She’s not safe with you.”

“It wasn’t meant for her, it was meant for your loser friend, Kurt.” Sebastian replied harshly. While your friends and your boyfriend were busy on discussing of what happened, you silently thought of how everything happened. The insults that your boyfriend was receiving from your friends just flew across your ears.

“Seb, I am cold.” You suddenly felt cold and you tightened your grip on your boyfriend’s arms. You felt him wrapping his arms around your cold body and you enjoyed the warm temperature that his body gave you, as you heard your friends commenting of how you called him and, obviously, for his gesture.

You were angry at Sebastian for his stupid and brainless actions, but you knew that he was regretting it and it wasn’t meant for you. He did something wrong, of course, and you are not tolerating him once you get better, but he was by your side, worrying. He cared for you and you knew that he always did, even after all those playful insults he told you in front of your friends.

“I’m bringing you to the hospital now, mon bébé.” You massacred your lower lip with your white teeth when you heard how he called you in front of your friends. “Don’t worry, okay?”

“Mon bébé?!” Your friends shouted in unison.

“Oui, mon bébé!” Sebastian confirmed that you two were in a relationship and you heard your friends talking about it. You then felt Sebastian carrying you in a bridal style, assuming that he was finally bringing you to the hospital.

“I’m sorry, love.” You heard him say, noises weren’t heard anymore as the cold breeze of the outside air hit your freezing cold body.

“Asshole.” You playfully insulted him and you laughed afterwards.

“Okay, I deserved that.” He let out a giggle as he put you on his car’s passenger seat.

“You better know it.” You pouted and he let out another giggle.

“Stay still.” You did what he told you to do and you heard the car’s door slammed.

“I love you, (Y/N)!” He sweetly said as he caressed your sweet and red cheeks.

“You’re not buying my love just like that, Smythe, even though you’re worrying for me.” You didn’t hear him talk for awhile, but then you laughed out loud. “You’re in serious troubles.”

“I know.” He shortly answered.

“And I love you too.” You then smiled at him and you felt his warm lips touched your sticky and sweet forehead.

“I know that too.” You both snorted as he started his car.

You knew that Sebastian was an asshole, but you loved him just like that. He never meant to hurt you, but whenever he did, even though it was an accident, he was always by your side and he will never leave you, not even after he accidentally revealed your secret relationship.


anonymous asked:

i love!!! ur single dad aus :) could you write one for got7's jackson?

it’s been long since ive written for got7 ;;

  • has three kids,,,the oldest his ten year old son, then a seven year old daughter, and lastly his youngest - a three year old daughter
  • and even with thREE kids,,,,he’s still the fittest most positive dad on the planet,,,,probably
  • his morning workout? do push ups with his son on his back and then jog in place while watching spongebob with the younger ones
  • is one of those dads who has pictures of his kids doing everything ,,,, like they’ll just all be at the supermarket and one of them does something like balance an apple on their head and jackson is like PAUSE! PICTURE TIME!
  • i imagine he’d probably love to have his who family super tight-knit so weekends with his parents,,,,meeting up with his cousins and their kids,,,
  • and of course - family night that he hosts and he has all the other got7 dads come over with their families
  • is so freaking cute like when he’s playing monopoly with his daughters and sons and one of them makes him go bankrupt he falls over onto the carpet and is like,,,,my owN cHILDREN betRAY ME,,,,,
  • cried during zootopia when they all went to see it at the movies and his son was like dad,,,,dAD you’re embarrassing me
  • speaks canto with the kids so they can learn it but sometimes he switches into korean out of force of habit
  • you’re actually the homeroom teacher of jackson’s oldest son and when jackson comes in for parent-teacher conference 
  • you open the door to see him dashing down the hall,,,,the older daughter on his back as the three year old makes a dash for the open door of another classrooms open door
  • his son stands in front of you, lopsided smile going “my dad needs to calm my sisters down, but it’ll be a minute”
  • you hear jackson’s voice,,,,shouting in a mixture of canto and english 
  • with one swoop, he catches the younger girl and comes into your room
  • embarrassed smile, apologizing for how wild they can get
  • you shake your head,,smiling as the kids settle themselves beside their father
  • “well,,,,your son is a great student but-”
  • jackson straightens up “but?”
  • he shoots a look at his son as the boy sinks into his chair
  • “but he tends to focus more on sports than he does on school,,,,,”
  • jackson sighs, reaching over to ruffle his sons hair 
  • “he takes after me,,,,but ill make sure he starts hitting the books from now on.”
  • you nod, looking at his daughters who are staring detrimentally at the bowl of candy on your desk
  • “you can go have some.”
  • the moment you finish your sentence they jump up, running over to dig through the treats
  • jackson’s son looks over too,,,but pretends he’s not when you catch him
  • “you can have some too-”
  • silently,,,the son gets up but soon enough he’s just as excited as his siblings
  • jackson leans over a bit and you jolt when you realize he’s close
  • “what’s his,,,,weakest subject? is it math - math wasn’t always strong for me,,,”
  • you go through some of his son’s test, pointing things out here and there
  • jackson gets up to walk around the table and get closer
  • and you feel shyness overcome you when you see him up close,,,,,,strong arms and a face like some sort of professional model,,
  • giggling a bit when you both come across a doodle on his son’s homework you look at each other
  • and you feel your heart tug because oh he is,,,so handsome,,,,
  • jackson runs a hand over his neck,,,going quiet which is rare since he talks a mile a minute
  • and just as you’re going to say something else
  • one of the daughters plops herself over your lap and you’re like “oh?” and she’s like “do you have anymore hershey’s??? i like them so much!!!”
  • you laugh and go “yes, in my closet but - it looks like you’ve had a lot!”
  • you rub the chocolate smear from the corner of her lip and jackson nods “you’ve had enough, plus you need to save some room for dinner.”
  • the other kids come back and you stand up to see jackson and his kids off
  • when he turns to you and goes “aren’t i the last parent tonight?”
  • you check the sign in list and nod,,,,,asking why
  • jackson grins and goes “would you like to join us? we’re going to the diner around the corner - family friday night deals!!”
  • you feel something warm when you hear the word ‘family’,,,,the daughters nod encouragingly at you while the son murmurs “dad,,,,that’s my teacher,,,,”
  • jackson is still smiling, motioning with his head for you to come along
  • you decide,,,,why not??? and grab your things to head out with them
  • dinner is fun~!!! the girls warm up to you and even the son seems to forget you’re his teacher for the night
  • jackson especially seems to like you,,,,making jokes and throwing in compliments here and there
  • that night,,,,as the three kids watch excitedly from the window of the car jackson drops you off and asks for your number
  • “i know ive got three ,,,, wild kids,,,,,but if you want to try-”
  • “id love to,,,,,,,”
  • the next morning you’re getting coffee in the teachers room and teacher nayeon passes by, grinning and going, “we heard about that date - you better tell us everything!”
  • blushing,,,you try to say it wasn’t a date,,,,,but,,,,c’mon family friday at the diner is totally a date,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,hehe
I’ve Always Been Home (Part 2)

I Have Loved You Since One Shots:  I’ve Always Been Home (Part 2 of 2)

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“Who are you?” You asked, so quietly, it came out as a whisper. You could feel the tears brimming in your eyes. You had never felt so deserted, so vulnerable, and so useless. “I know you’re not just a friend. You sleep here every night, and every time you look at me you look like I’ve hurt you.”

The tears were now brimming in his eyes. He could see and feel the pain this had brought you. He knew how much you hated feeling defenseless and for so long he let you feel that way. He hadn’t even begun to surface the cause of the accident.

“I’m your fiancé.”

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anonymous asked:

Any chance of a few good modern au fic recs for this piece of enjoltaire trash?

oh I’m sure I could think of a few… *winks with both eyes at the same time*
(also, here’s a list I made from a while back of some good e/R fics!)

Still the One by kjack89

Enjolras and Grantaire’s 50th wedding anniversary.

I don’t want to give it away, so I’m just going to say you should read it. Seriously

Word Count: 3,438

Oblivious by kjack89

The trouble with approaching your relationship the same way you approached your at-times contentious friendship is that apparently, no one realizes you’re actually dating. Or else Enjolras and Grantaire just have the absolute most oblivious of friends.

Or both.

I’m so used to the “everyone except Enjolras and Grantaire knows they like each other” trope, so this one was really fun to read!

Word Count: 4,567

flightless bird by sarahyyy

Combeferre grins. “How long did you wait before you called me?”

There is a short pause. “Two minutes?” Grantaire says, and Combeferre can’t help but to huff out a laugh. “He said three hours!” Grantaire says defensively.

“He’s fine,” Combeferre says, shaking his head in amusement. “He’ll call. He always calls.”

Damn….it’s the slight ambiguity at the end that gets me… (not to be read if you’re in the mood for fluff!! You might cry!!)

Word Count: 1,883

Years Since It’s Been Clear by lady_ragnell

Grantaire really doesn’t expect Enjolras to force him to move in with him when he hears how shitty Grantaire’s apartment is. And he definitely doesn’t expect Enjolras to want him to stay, or how easy it turns out to be, or the way Enjolras has a habit of doing his studying in the sunshine on the living room floor …

Yeah, he may be in some trouble.

Everything. Everything about this. SO GOOD (ps there’s some smut at the very end, just in case you’re not into that)

Word Count: 10,726

Of Roommates And Hallways by madlyie 

Prompt: “we both got kicked out of our rooms because our roommates are having sex so now we’re standing in the hallway avoiding each other” au

Enjolras learns that the guy from apartment No. 27 is much more talkative than a closed door.

Ok this is super frickin cute and the ending is just perfect. 11/10

Word Count: 1,376

I’ll be your Shelter, I’ll be your Storm by missandrogyny

Just pay me back with one thousand kisses.

Fluff! So much fluff! Good things and happy thoughts!

Word Count: 5,532

One Hundred Ways to Say “I Love You” by the_sky_is_forever

In which Grantaire and Enjolras take a very long time to actually say those three special words, but if you pay attention, the words are there.

Love love love love love. I felt super content (in an “I’m wrapped up in a warm blanket sitting in front of a fire on a cold winter’s day” way) after reading this and honestly that’s one of the best feelings to have after reading a fic (for me personally)

Word Count: 16,484

nothing alike by nightswatch

Enjolras comes across a guy who’s trying to steal his car. Except that he’s not actually stealing his car.

The second hand embarrassment is real (I may or may not have buried my face in a blanket while reading this)

Word Count: 2,023

We’re All Stories, In The End by theglitterati

Les Amis discover fanfiction. About themselves.

I had to put this one on here just for fun because I was cackling when I read it

Word Count: 2,210

Ice Ice Baby by sigh_no_more

In the almost four years that Enjolras had known his friends, he always managed to avoid ice skating with them. This was very purposeful. It had to be. After all, they lived in the Northeast, so plenty of opportunities arose for him to go ice skating. He just never took advantage of them. Because Enjolras had a secret. A dark, terrible secret.

Given how nosy and internet savvy his friends were, it was kind of a miracle that only Combeferre and Courfeyrac knew about his past.

But it was time.

(Or the Amis go ice-skating and find out a surprising truth about Enjolras.)

Ok I had to include this one on here too because when I was rereading it just now, it kinda reminded me of Yuri on Ice and that made me happy sooo :)

Word Count: 2,945

Favorite Byers - Jonathan Byers x reader

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x reader

Summary: Jonathan isn’t the reader’s favorite Byers

Warnings: Pure fluff

I knocked onto the door of the Byer’s home, only for Dustin to open it, “Come on in, we’re just talking about the new Star Wars movie right now.” I chuckled at his humble allowance to walk into a house that wasn’t his own but I followed suit anyways. I waved hello to Joyce who was more than eager to see me, I had always loved Joyce, she was constantly friendly and made me feel at home. I continued down the hallway, hearing the chattering of the boys, but somehow I ended up at the doorway of Jonathan’s room only to find him listening to new music. I knocked lightly as his head whipped around, “Can I join you?” I looked at him expectantly, I had formed an odd friendship with Jonathan in the past few months, that consisted of small hangouts when we picked up our brother’s from each other’s houses. He nodded eagerly, “Y-yeah.” I sat down next to him on the bed, striking up a conversation about the Clash before we heard someone clearing their throat, I turned around to see Will staring at us, “I still better be your favorite Byers.” I laughed at the comment, that I had mentioned to him once, but seemed to stick. “Nonsense, Will, you’ll always be my favorite Byers.”

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My boots hit hard against the tiles of the hospital flooring as I ran up the hallway of the hospital, the boys following behind me. I had stuck with them and Eleven at the school since Jonathan didn’t want me to get hurt by tagging along with him and Nancy, in their effort to kill the demogorgon. So I babysat the boys, almost got killed by strange government people, watched Eleven sacrifice herself to save us, then proceeded to comfort all of the kids. “Will Byers room?” I called out to the woman behind the desk, barely giving her time to answer, “Last room on the right.” I nodded and continued running again.

“Jonathan?” I called out and I heard footsteps matching the pace of mine before seeing Jonathan appear out of the doorway, his smile was something that couldn’t be topped. Our footsteps quickened as soon as we saw each other, his arms outstretched as his hands grasped my cheeks to pull me in for a kiss. The kids continued to run past us and into Will’s room, “He’s okay, he’s small and a little weak, but he’s okay.” He breathed out as our foreheads touched. “I knew he’d be okay, the Byers are tough people.” I smiled as I pulled away and grabbed his hand continuing my run to the doorway. By then the boys had calmed down a bit, their rambling had slowed down.

“Oh there’s my favorite Byers.” I called out as Will’s head turned towards me, “Y/N!” He called out but his voice was as weak as he looked. I walked towards him and sat on the bed, I smoothed the hair out of his face, “Buddy, please never scare any of us like that again.” We shared a sympathetic look, Will had been best friends with my brother since they were 6. He was like another younger brother, like all the other boys had been also. “I missed Will the Wise watching SNL with me, watching it with Jonathan just wasn’t the same.” I felt the bed indent behind me and was sure that it was Jonathan, “I also miss the car rides where we listened to Jonathan rattle off about songs on the radio.” I watched as Will’s eyes filled with tears, “I missed you guys so much, all of you.” In that moment nothing mattered more than making sure Will felt safe, warm, and loved. So when I pulled him into my arms, I practically felt my heart break when his hands grabbed at my shirt and shoulders as he tried to control the tears leaving his cheeks. “You’re okay, buddy, you’re safe.” I soothed him as I repeatedly ran his fingers through his hair. I pulled back and wiped the tears off of his cheeks, “And we’re going to make sure nothing bad ever happens to you again, okay?” He nodded his head quickly. As I glanced over to Joyce whose eyes were filled with tears as she gave a weary smile, “If you weren’t considered a Byers before, you definitely are one now.”  

This Is Going to Be About Heroes

Enough of the educators who were at ALAN/ NCTE ‘16 have asked me for the transcript of my keynote there that I’ve finally decided to post it. Here it is, give or take.


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This is going to be about heroes.

I’m going to tell you three stories about heroes and bravery, and then I’m going to tell you how all three of those stories could be told differently.

Nowadays, I find myself a professional storyteller. A maker of heroes. I spend my days putting swords in stones, monsters under beds, ghosts in attics. I have learned that often the difference between a hero and a villain is merely the narrator I choose for the lens of the story. I have learned, too, that the difference between a horror and a romance is sometimes as simple as where I choose to begin the story. A tragedy and a comedy can convey the same events — the difference is in how you tell them.

I’ve also learned that this isn’t just true of the stories I write. It’s true in the story I’m living. The first hero I ever built was myself.

So. These three stories. I’m sharing these three stories about heroes because I want to talk about how the most important stories we tell are the ones we tell about ourselves. Those who have the power and wherewithal to change the narrative of the events around them are the ones who will change the future. Those who have the guts to say “that’s not my version of events” when they hear someone else telling their story are the ones who get to own their own story.

Here is story number one: I drove down to NCTE from my home in Virginia on Saturday. It was supposed to be about a seven and a half hour drive but it turned into a ten hour trip because of Atlanta traffic. Because of my car’s tiny gas tank, I ended up stopping for gas three times. Each time I pulled into a station, a thing happened, the same thing that’s been happening every time I park my car in a public place for the past month. I’ll get out of my car and swipe my card at the pump, feeling like there are eyes on me. I plug in my zip code and put the fuel nozzle in the car, and as I do, I’ll see that the eyes are attached to a motorist or a pedestrian who has paused to stare at me. By the time the tank is full and I’ve gotten my receipt, I’ll discover that they’ve made their way over to me. The conversation goes pretty much the same way every time.

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