better than you clearly

This is sketchy as hell.

For people who see this post… why? Why would anyone like this?
This is a weird invasion of childhood moments that weren’t released by choice.

You don’t just get someone’s yearbook. 
You either go to the school those years, or you hunt this down from someone else that has one.

Everyone wants to know whatever they can about Ryan’s past, but can we at least let him decide when he releases or okays pictures from his own childhood?
It’s exciting and fun to know more about someone!
This is not one of those times.

Leaving out the name of the school makes no difference.
It’s still creepy and weird.

“For the sake of his privacy”
If there was any care at all for his privacy this wouldn’t have been posted.
Especially not on a side account with no other posts than to reblog this same thing.

I blacked out the name just for the fact that they shouldn’t get more named recognition for this kind of negative digging.

If people out there care for Ryan’s actual privacy and life, please…
Please.
Give this post no notice when you go by it.
Don’t encourage this kind of hunting stalking behavior.

Ryan should mean more to this to any true fan who cares deeply for his well being and privacy of his life.
If he wanted it released, it’d be out on an Extra Life or a stream.

Fuck.

A Sugar Baby’s Guide to a Luxury Wardrobe and Brands

FOLLOW ME ON MY SB INSTA ~ I have like no followers because I just started the account & would love to connect with more sugar sisters on another platform! I will be posting shopping hauls and inspiration photos. There will also be restaurant, bar and club recommendations and travel pics! SISTERS ONLY!!! @citysugarbabe


Disclaimer: This is my own opinion, and you are free to disagree! I am not being sponsored or gifted items by any of these brands (I wish!). I am simply just trying to share some of my style tips based off of my own wardrobe :) xo

Will continue to update as I think of more things! This was just off the top of my head. Feel free to send in suggestions, if I use it I will give you credit when I edit the post! Questions also welcome. 

Although I am relatively new to the sugar bowl, dressing stylishly and well is something I have done all of my life. I hope my advice can help others! A top, big fish SD is going to dress well, and he’s going to want his SB to do the same. You must exude confidence and style for him to want to pursue you. 

If you are a sugar baby looking to build an ultimate, timeless luxury wardrobe look no further - check out my guide below!

Basics:
T-shirts & Tank Tops - ATM (wonderfully flattering, especially for bigger busts), T by Alexander Wang, Helmut Lang, James Perse
Jeans - rag&bone/JEAN, J Brand, Citizens of Humanity, 7 for all Mankind, J Brand, Current/Elliott, AG Adriano Goldschmidt. Yes I love my denim :)
Anything with a blatant logo on it like True Religion is a NONO.
Shirts - Equipment
Sweatpants - I used to absolutely detest sweatpants but after seeing photos of Rihanna and Gigi rock them, I’m kind of into it. Have my eye on a pair from Fenty X Puma now!

Lingerie:
Agent Provocateur (DUH) has the most sexy pieces, they make you feel wonderful about yourself, however I would only wear their stuff to show off for my man. Their bras, corsets, bustiers etc. don’t give much support so if you’re just wearing them trying to run errands your boob may pop out of its cup lol! Very annoying to constantly keep having to tuck it back in under your shirt.

I have quite a large bust, so I shop at Journelle, Stella McCartney, Elle Macpherson, Nancymeyer.com and Chantelle because a lot of other nice brands don’t make my size as much (32DD/E) - these are for sexier but still functional pieces.

Calvin Klein and Victoria’s Secret for the most functional underwear.
Hanky Panky has great one size fits most thongs, and Commando for underwear for a tight dress or something that gives NO VPL (visible panty lines!)

Shoes:
Sneakers (for fashion, not the gym) - Golden Goose, Common Projects
Sneakers (for the gym) - Nike
Gianvito Rossi - The new Manolo in my opinion. Not as overdone and not flashy like Louboutins. Wonderfully classic. Something I’d wear to a dream job interview or meeting a boyfriend’s parents.
Louboutins - even though they’re a bit trashy now I still love the sex appeal of a red bottom.. who can resist?
Rochas does beautifully embellished flats that you can wear with a cocktail dress if you aren’t feeling heels!
K. Jacques for flat sandals. Made in St. Tropez but they sell it on Shopbop etc.
Chanel and Lanvin for ballet flats
Love Stuart Weitzman’s highland and lowland boots, even though it seems like everyone and their mother owns a pair. They’re just so flattering and I love that they have them in so many neutral colors.
I like Saint Laurent’s basic flat Chelsea ankle boots. Go with everything in the fall.

Dresses:
Dolce & Gabbana - I LOVE Dolce & Gabbana!! As I said I am quite curvy, and their dresses are absolutely made for my body type.
Cushnie et Ochs - Also sexy AF
Giambattista Valli - When you want to look like an elegant, high fashion flower child
Saint Laurent - SO expensive, more for the extremely thin Kate Moss types, but I just like to look anyways :)
Less expensive but still great: Zimmermann (love Aussie clothing brands), Wheels&Dollbaby, Nicholas, L’Agent, Reformation, For Love & Lemons, Maje

Sweaters:
Ralph Lauren, Loro Piana, Brunello Cucinelli
J Crew, Joie, Vince and Everlane (cheaper)

Coats/Jackets:
Maxmara for the elegant, most classic pieces EDIT 10/9/2016: Maxmara carries very well-cut and stylishly professional coats. Think Olivia Pope-esque. This is also where Kim K got her iconic camel wrap coat and yes, they still carry it. I have one!
AllSaints for a great rocker chic leather biker jacket - try a mens one to increase the cool factor
Rick Owens - Also great for leather jackets, but more elegant and definitely more expensive 
Chanel: Their tweed jackets and coats are ultimate and so timeless- wear one with a simple white t shirt, jeans and booties to achieve that Parisian je ne sais quoi.
Yves Salomon does a great fur coat, EDIT 10/9/2016: that isn’t AS expensive as other top fur designers… think $5000-$10,000 which is still mega expensive but still far cheaper than J Mendel whose furs can fetch up to 60k (or even more)! and the quality is still great. I used to get Elizabeth and James furs for like a $1000 but tbh they looked cheap. I think if you can’t afford good fur, it’s best to spend on other areas, because cheap fur just makes you look, well, cheap!

Bags:
Chanel. Duh.
Never used to like Gucci but their new horsebit Dionysus bags (in plain suede without the Gucci logo) are to die for
Valentino Rockstud (a little bit passé but I still like mine)
Mansur Gavriel for something timeless and not too flashy
Saint Laurent for a tote bag. If you’re young, in my opinion this is a much better alternative than an Hermes Birkin or Kelly. I think for a young girl to be carrying a Birkin is a little bit… much. Although if you have found an SD who will buy you a Birkin then I say the more power to you, you’re clearly doing much better than me and feel free to ignore my advice - if fact can I have your advice?? lol

EDIT OCT. 9, 2016:

Where do I shop?
Great question - so. many. places.

Online (just google the names, I’m too lazy to hyperlink haha. Maybe another day):

Net-a-porter: love, and they do same-day courier delivery in NYC, London and Hong Kong
Moda Operandi: swoon-worthy site. You can pre-order next season’s clothes custom made for you straight off the runway, and they show up at your door just in time for the season! You put a 50% deposit down when you place the order at first, and pay the rest a few months later when the clothing piece is completed. I trick myself into believing that it’s budgeting, lol.
Farfetch
Shopbop
Revolve Clothing
TheRealReal (You can get some GREAT designer pre-owned and vintage on the cheap here, AND sell your old designer stuff you don’t want anymore! Note they only accept from a preselected list of designers, check that your item’s brand is on the list before sending anything in to sell)
Vestiaire Collective (same as theRealReal)
Forward by Elyse Walker
SSENSE
TheOutNet (Net-a-porter’s sale site. I’ve found some fantastic deals here. But be sure to check everyday because they definitely sell out fast)
Barneys, Saks, Selfridges, Bergdorfs etc. - I know these are department stores, but their websites are surprisingly well-maintained and carry a really good stock of stuff from top designers.

Mr. Min - Chapter 06

Description:  Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual.  Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: Angst and Smut

Word Count: 26,321 

A/N: I’m so sorry.  I don’t think I’m capable of doing short chapters anymore.  Feel free to read this on AO3 instead if your app messes up.  

And a huge round of applause to the always lovely, @avveh, for beta-ing this behemoth.  I’m so sorry to put you through that lol.

Prologue - Ch 01 - Ch 02 - Ch 03 - Ch 04 - Ch 05 

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STUDY BUDDIES [FRED WEASLEY]

request: “hey, could you please write fred weasley x slytherin reader on number 26?” — by anon

a/n: loved this imagine tbh even though it is sorta rushed hehe x

 26. “Stop the sarcasm.”  

Masterlist + Request here! 

      “With all due respect, Professor McGonagall,” you began, your breathing slow and your tone quite annoyed, “I do not want to do anything with that — that — boy.”

    Fred, who was still in the same room, crossed his arms. “You know, that boy is still here and can hear everything you’re saying.”

    “Oh, I’m aware that he is, Weasley.” you scowled at his direction, right at the back where he was still sat on his desk while you tried to reason with Professor McGonagall. “Please, professor. Pick anyone else. Anyone but me.”

    The Transfiguration teacher’s lips twitched, as if she was fighting a smile, before sighing. “Unfortunately, Miss Y/L/N, you are the best in this class and the perfect one to tutor Mr. Weasley. If only I can do it myself but I have other duties to fulfill besides teaching and I simply do not have the time.” she looked down at you with her spectacles sliding down her nose. “Can I count on you to help a classmate to pass this subject?”

    You straightened your posture, pursing your lips in deep thought, closing your eyes afterwards. “Yes, professor. You can.”

   "Excellent!“ she cheered. “Now, move along, you two. And please, Fred, don’t try and scare her away.”

    Fred beamed at her. “To be honest, she’ll be the one scaring me, professor.”

    “Shut it.” you murmured at him, grabbing his wrist to drag him out of the classroom and to the library where you can get started.

    Of course, it was no mystery that the two houses — Gryffindor and Slytherin — had been rivals since the old days in Hogwarts. It wasn’t just the founders that had bad blood boil between them, but the students who were put into those houses as well. And you, as a Slytherin, and Fred, as a Gryffindor, it seemed too obvious that the both of you weren’t exactly considered as friends.

  You were muttering several curses under your breath as you take a seat across the red haired Weasley, who was frankly amused by the situation he was in. You set down your textbook on the table and raised your head up to look at him.

    “Transfiguration is an easy class. Why are you failing?” you genuinely asked him, but your face still masked the annoyance you were feeling at the moment.

    Fred smirked. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe because I have better things to do other than study?”

    “You clearly have the wrong priorities then.”

    He raised his eyebrows, placing a hand on his chest dramatically. “Of course, I do. Why didn’t I think of that? I should be helping my parents in raising my siblings, follow Percy’s footsteps, I should apply for a job in the Ministry —”

    “Okay, okay, stop the sarcasm.” you rolled your eyes, turning back to your book, a smile already making its way to your mouth because of the nonsense he was speaking of.

    Fred found himself grinning at your state. “So, what are we going to study?”

    You stopped at a page that you were quickly scanning and slid the book in front of him. “This one. You are familiar with the vanishing spell, right?”

    He nodded. “If I do this correctly, will I successfully make Mrs Norris vanish?” Fred questioned with interest.

    “Weasley, can’t you take anything seriously?” you were trying to hide a laugh. “But yes, you could. If you do it right. So, I suggest you read this first before we use our wands, alright?”

    Once you let go of the book, you started studying a different lesson for another subject. Fred was glancing at you from time to time as you scribbled something down on your parchment before he awkwardly coughed, your eyes flickering towards his.

    “What?”

    He smiled sheepishly. “Thanks for doing this. I know you’re not doing it because you want to but still, thank you.”

    You instantly felt all warm and fuzzy inside because of what he said. “You can thank me after you pass the test McGonagall is going to give you.” you returned the gesture, slowly bringing your attention to your assignment again.

    “And if I do pass the test?” he spoke again. “Can I take you out on a date?”

    “Yeah, of course you can.” you laughed, thinking that was he said was a joke. “Only a mad man would.”

    Fred’s face started to turn pink. “Yeah, I must be.” he whispered.

    You glanced at him and realized that he was being serious. “You do know that I am a Slytherin, right?”

    “So?” the smirk was back yet again. “I don’t know about you but I’ll be willing to pull a Romeo and Juliet.”

    “How do you even know that, you’re a pure-blood.”

    “So are you.”

    You concluded that there was no point in arguing with the stubborn and mischievous boy, causing you to focus your attention yet again on your homework, much to Fred’s annoyance.

    “Hey, you didn’t answer my question properly.”

    You huffed a breath. “Okay, sure, you can take me out on a date if you pass. Only if you pass, alright?”

    Fred grinned. “That’s enough motivation for me to study.”

    And with that, he started to read the Transfiguration textbook you gave him, making you snort and inevitably blush at the same time.

Not him

“Why not?” Jughead chewed on the cap of his pen curiously, his eyes lifting to stare blankly at his best friend.

Archie was nervous, his posture made it very clear, he was rigid and fidgety, his hand constantly scratching at the back of his neck.
“I don’t know, I kind of want to try something different, pizza sounds good ya know.”

Jughead slowly slid his notebook away from himself, picking his bag off of the floor and staring at Archie from across Fps trailer, something was up and he was going to get to the bottom of it.
“We go to Pops every friday night, it’s tradition. Why the sudden change of heart?”

Archie pulled his own backpack over his shoulder
“A guy can’t change his mind?” At Jugheads incredulous eyebrow raise Archie sighed

“Fine. Betty has a date tonight..at Pops.”

Jugheads stomach clenched and his heart hammered quick and rapid in his chest, it hurt. It always hurt, the thought of her with someone else, holding someone else, kissing someone else, if made him sick. They had broken up about three months ago, Things had been way too stressful, trying to manage being a Serpent and on the Southside while Betty was on the north side trying to find her orphaned brother, time wasn’t on their side and they had to call it quits, it was wearing them down and it wasn’t healthy.

But god did he still love her. He thought about her everyday, asked Archie constantly to make sure she was okay and never went a day without walking by her house at night. They had promised to keep in touch but it hurt too bad.

“So what, I can handle it. I want a burger. Let’s go” Jugheads eyes were set firmly as he breezed past Archie, jumping into his fathers beat up pickup truck and nearly sped to the little diner off of Main Street.

“Jug! Slow down! The booths aren’t going to move any time soon.” The redhead panted as he hopped out of the car and tailed His seriously strange best friend. As soon as the glass doors swung open Jughead was searching, Archie finally seemed to catch on, clapping a hand to The dark haired boys shoulder

“Dude, think this over.”

Jughead turned calmly, his eyes finding the familiar ponytail almost as if he was drawn to it.
“I am thinking” and then he was gone, headed for a Beautiful blonde cheerleader and her date.

Betty was smiling, her perfect lips wrapped around the straw of a chocolate milkshake.. she doesn’t even like chocolate, she likes vanilla and sometimes strawberry, this guy didn’t know her at all. Betty’s fingers twirled a curly honey blonde strand innocently, meadow green eyes trained on the blonde boy in front of her, his letterman jacket prominent on his back. To the untrained eye they seemed like the perfect couple, beautiful teen drama pair, but Jughead knew better

Jughead knew Betty

And damn was she bored, her eyes were slightly glazed, her free hand tapping on the countertop as she smiled that absolutely fake show smile, her cheeks stretched wide. When her eyes drifted above her dates head Jughead knew it was time to make his move.

Sliding casually into the booth, he grinned when the boy he was seated next to nearly jumped out of his skin. Betty’s eyes widened as she looked frantically around.

“Hey Betts” Jughead smiled his hand reaching for hers across the table, in a moment of shock and awe betty allowed him to take it, his thumb running slowly over her knuckles. The blonde beside him cleared his throat, knocking them out of their personal bubble.

Betty ripped her hand free, pushing herself back into the booth.

“Jughead! What are you doing?”

Jughead grabbed a fry and shrugged
“I can’t say hi to an old friend?” He questioned, there was something dangerous in the way he was staring at her.

Betty shook her head
“Nows not really a good time, Adam and I..”

Jughead cut her off
“A date right? I gotta say for first dates this is pretty lame. We went to the bijou and watched a while thirteen hour marathon, remember that Betts?” His eyes bore into hers

“Juggie..” Betty whispered

“And what’s up with that shake? Is that chocolate.. dude did you even ask? She hates chocolate she only drinks it when she has too.”

Adam stuttered his eyes falling accusingly on Betty who just glanced away.

Jughead wasn’t done yet
“And can’t you see how cold she is? She always gets cold when she drinks milkshakes, you shoulda offered her your jacket, it’s cold out she shouldn’t even be wearing a skirt like that in this weather, do you want her to get frost bite?” Jughead barked out, glaring at the new boy at his side

“Listen man..” Adam protested

“No you listen, I’ll bet you didn’t even compliment her lipstick, it’s a new shade. It looks great on her but you probably didn’t even let her know. You don’t deserve her, not even a little bit.” Jughead growled, his knuckles turning white while he gripped the Diner table

“Jughead, what….”

Adam stood quickly, dropping a twenty dollar bill on the table
“I thought this would go a little better than this, maybe we could try some other time Betty, clearly you have some… issues to work out.” He left quickly, abandoning his date and rushing out the doors.

“What a loser, doesn’t even stay to..”

Betty was up and out of the booth in seconds flat, brushing past Jughead as she headed for the door, Jughead followed quickly

“Betty! Betts I’m sorry, okay listen I didn’t mean to ruin your date.. I just..”

Betty whipped around, leaves rustling under her feet

“You just what?! You don’t want me so no one else can have me? That’s not fair juggie. What’s next you barge in on my wedding and object?!” Betty pouted,throwing her hands up dramatically.

He couldn’t help the smile that poked through, her glare dampened it though

“I just.. who said I don’t want you? Of course I want you. I’ll always want you, I hate seeing you with those assholes, they’re not good enough for you. You deserve so much better.”

“And that’s you?” Betty questioned stepping forward

Jughead swallowed thickly
“No. god no. I’m the opposite of good enough for you. But I love you and you make me better. I want to.. I want to try again. If you’ll have me I’d love to be your boyfriend again.”

Betty bit her lip before nodding almost imperceptibly her arms opening wide
“I missed you.” And then he was wrapped up, her body tugging him into her.

“God I missed you Betty Cooper. Please don’t ever date blonde, letterman jacket wearing douche bags with tribal tattoos.”

Betty giggled glancing up at him

“How did you know he has a Tribal tattoo?”

Jughead sighed dropping his lips to hers

“Lucky guess” he mumbled

Malec being parents...

Max is from the books, and Madzie is from the TV show, in an AU I combined both.


Magnus woke up to an empty bed. He got scared for a second, it was like three in the morning, and he was sure Alec went to bed with him. He got out quickly and put on a robe. God, his son and daughter were just in the other rooms. Alec and Magnus got Madzie six months ago, after finally being able to rescue her; a year after they became an oficial couple; and Max? Max was left at the entrance of the institute two months ago, and with some persuasion, Alec finally accept to adopt him too. Madzie was 7, Max was 1; but maybe Alec finally realized it was too much for him. That being the father of a kid (warlock kid) wasn’t that bad, but of 2? And abobe that, one of them being a crying, sweet baby? Magnus felt a pang in his chest. He loved Alec, and the idea of having a family with him, made him the happiest person alive, but maybe Alec didn’t felt that way.

He checked Madzie’s room first, she was sleeping peacefully on her bed, little harmless shots of pink magic coming out of her little fingers. Magnus smiled and fixed the blanked on his daughter’s body, then closed the door and silently went to Max’s room. He frowned when he saw the door slightly open. But the moment he reached his son’s room, he froze dead on the door.

Alec was there, his beautiful lover, with dark circles on his eyes that were dimly illuminated by dark blue sparks of magic. He looked completely tired but at the same time in complete peace; so happy that Magnus felt his heart racing. Max was in his arms, his eyes wide and cristal with a trace of tears that indicated he’d been crying. But he wasn’t anymore, he was looking with complete adoration at his father, one small blue hand wrapped around a big finger. Alec was singing, a lullaby, he wasn’t a good singer but in the soft whisper he was chanting, it sounded beautiful. The song was a mixture of latin and old english, Magnus got some parts of the lyrics, things about protection, love, and a baby becoming his parent’s pride. It was so pure and beautiful that it left Magnus breathless.

He realized it was his son’s reaction too. Because he had stoped crying and was paying full attention to the song, he was looking straight into his father’s eyes, as if he could read his pure soul while listening; also he had a trace of a soft smile in his lips, Magnus wanted to kiss him. Actually he wanted to cry out of happiness, then kiss his son, and then his boyfriend. Alec’s look over Max, his warlock son, made any doubt Magnus had before disappear. He was looking at him with the same pure adoration, smiling at his son’s reaction over the song; moving his finger softly to keep Max’s concentration on him, Magnus was overwhelmed and mesmerized.

Alec finish the song and started speaking, “I see you liked the song, honey,” he whispered. “You see? There is no need to cry and wake up papa. Your daddy is here with you and you know I love you and protect you, baby.” Max pouted beautifully at the words and hugged his father, resting his little blue face and dark blue hair in his shoulder. Alec smiled and kissed his son in the head; Magnus melted.

“I love you, and you’ll be fine… By the Angel!” He exclaimed over a louder whisper when he turned around and saw Magnus. “Magnus, how long have you been there?” When Max felt the change in his daddy’s body he looked up, towards his father; and the warlock took a deep breath.

“Long enough. You weren’t in bed and I wanted to check the kids”, he was surprised of how wrecked his voice sounded. Alec crossed the room in long fast steps, with a deep frown.

“Babe, are you crying?” And with that Magnus realized why his voice was like that. Alec made him cry. His sweet boyfriend put a hand on his cheek, removing a tear gently. Max was curious so he poked with a tiny finger the other tear. Magnus smiled and kissed his son’s hand.

“I guess I am. But don’t worry sweetheart, they are touched tears because of the scene I just saw.” Alec blushed but smile too, kissing his son again.

“I heard him crying and I din’t want him to wake you or Madzie up, so I remember a lullaby that mom used to sing to me to make me stop crying; and well, Max liked it more than I used to when I was young.” Magnus smiled and kissed Alec softly.

“Clearly. I think it’s because you sing better than your mom.” Alec laughed softly and started kissing Magnus again. They kissed until they felt a small finger pocking at their entwined lips. They pulled away to see Max looking at them with a curiosity frown; Alec blushed but Magnus giggled, kissing his son’s head, and then his cheek.

“Maybe it’ll be better if we sleep with him”, Magnus suggested. Alec nodded and pecked his son.

“Magnus”, he called. “I know the song is pretty, and all, but not to the point of making people cry.” He pointed out. Magnus smiled again.

“It wasn’t only the song, it was you and… And the way you two were looking at each other. I never in my life would’ve imagine a Shadowhunter loving a downwolder so unconditionally, and you, Alec, you love three. I’m lucky to be one of them, and my children are the other two. I’ve dreamed of having a family for a while know, and you know that the downwolders that I take under my care are like my kids. But now I really have two of my own, and you, a Shadowhunter, the love of my life, is the father of those kids. I was just so happy to have you.” Magnus’ voice became lower with each word, but Alec heard him perfectly; he melted, his eyes where looking at Magnus with so much love, he felt like he was going to combust.

“I love you, Magnus,” he finally whisper. “I love you, and I could never asked for someone better to be the father of my children too. And I love our sons, doesn’t matter what they are. One they they’ll be just as amazing as you, and I’m going to be more than very proud of them.” Magnus smiled and kissed Alec again until Max pocked at their lips again.

“I love you too,” Magnus answered resting his forehead agains Alec’s.

“Papa, what’s going on?” A sleepy voice came from the door. When they pulled completely away, they saw Madzie, rubbing an eye with an sleepy pout. Magnus knelt to be at her height.

“Did we wake you up, my sweet dolphin?” He asked caressing her hair. Magnus called her that because Madzie liked dolphins and since she had gills, he thought that, just as blueberry was accurate for his blue skinned son, sweet or little dolphin was perfect for his daughter. Madzie shooked her head.

“I just woke, and then I heard daddy’s whisper so I came.”

“We are going to take your brother to sleep with us, he was crying a lot,” Alec told her while Max was pulling at his hair in a playful manner. “Wanna come, darling?” He asked. Madzie smile, a sweet inocente smile that could light a room; and then nodded.

“Ok, let’s go”, Magnus said taking her in his arms as they walked out of the room. When they where all settled in the bed, Max was already falling asleep. Alec told the three members of his family how much he loved them, with a kiss for each of them. Magnus did the same and then Madzie in a lazy voice said:

“I love you too daddy and papa. Thank you for saving me and Max.” That made the two fathers melt before going to sleep with a smile on their faces.

Bellamy Blake Imagine: Too Stubborn

Requested

Prompt: 26-”Come over here and make me.”,
12-”Quit it or I’ll bite.”

Summary: Bellamy and reader have feelings for each other, but are too stubborn to admit it so they instead keep pissing each other. However Octavia and Clarke wouldn’t just let it go and send them on a mission hoping it would force them to admit what they feel for each other.

Word count: 2020


Originally posted by dailyskypeople

Y/N’s POV

“Put it down before you hurt yourself,” I rolled my eyes at the sound of Bellamy’s voice in which I could practically hear him smirking.

“Shut up before I hurt you,” I retorted not bothering to look at him because I knew exactly what I would find, him standing there with folded arms and amused look on his face.

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Imagine Sam realizing you’re jealous after a waitress flirts with him.

Intro: You have been hunting with the Winchesters for quite a while now. Probably ever since they helped you take out a vampire nest a couple months back. You’ve grown very fond of the boys’ presence since then and love spending so much time with them. But recently, you’ve noticed that you’ve been falling hard for one of the Winchesters. More specifically, Sam Winchester. You’ve been falling more and more for him as each day passed and you’d find yourself fascinated by his every move. Damn… Let’s just say, you had it bad.


A beautiful waitress, about your age, gracefully walked over to the booth you and the boys had just sat down in. You were on one side, sitting between the window and Dean. Sam was sitting by himself, across from you two. The waitress (whose name is Molly, according to her name tag) was holding a pad of paper and a pen in her hands, prepared to take down your order. She took a minute to admire the attractive boys you were accompanied by and then glanced over at you. “Ladies first. What would you like, Hun?” She asked, almost too sweetly.

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I Love You - Barry Allen

Originally posted by gustin-daily

word count: 1586
warnings: none (well this is a first)


It has slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it.  He’d said it like it was the simplest, carefree thing in the world.  To him, maybe it was.  Because for him he’d known for years.

But for you, the three words shook your whole world.  Having known for a whole forty five seconds, and barely knowing what to do with this new information.

It was just one of those good days, great days.  The kind where Barry feels proud enough of himself to text you, and you feel proud enough of him to celebrate.  So you’d told him to swing by your apartment with a couple of coffees.  He did in a matter of seconds.

All you’d done was congratulate him, tell him the city would be in shambles without him.  But something about the little giggle you have and the beautiful smile you wore, just pushed him to add those three words that had harbored in his head to come out.  “Awe y/n thanks I love you” He’d even gotten a hug in before realizing what he’d said.

“Are-are you gonna say something?” He mumbled, and you just blinked.  

“I don't…. I don’t know what to say, Barry” You whispered back.

If she loved you back she would’ve said it and now you’ve not only ruined the relationship you had with your best friend, you’ve also made a complete fool of yourself.  Nice going, Allen.

“Look I’m just going to go home” Barry grabbed his jacket off of the couch and headed towards the door.  “Call me.. or-or don’t that’s okay” He said, reaching for the handle.

“No, Barry-” You walked quickly over to him, and he’d immediately turned around.  He stared down at you intently, but somehow his eyes seemed soft.  You took in a deep breath, fingers wringing together anxiously.

“Look, y/n if you want let’s just forget it happened, okay?” Your brows furrowed and you licked your lips.

“Will you close your eyes?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper.  He looked confused for a moment, but he did as you asked, shutting his eyes and standing there silently.  You stepped forward, glancing from his shut eyes to his lips.  Pink, and slightly parted.  You took another step, placing a timid hand on his chest, the other sliding up against his cheek.  He couldn’t help but lean more into your warm palm, making you smile, sure of your next action.

You had to stand on your tippy toes in order for your lips to meet his properly.  Your eyes slipped shut in peace, while Barry’s opened, staring at you as you kissed him.  His hands landed around your waist, pulling you against his chest.  You smiled against him, and broke the kiss, mouth agape at him when you saw his opened eyes.

“I told you closed eyes” You scolded but couldn’t wipe the smile off your face.

“What was that for?” Barry asked, and you wrapped your arms behind his neck, fingers running through hair just lightly at the base of his neck.

“I love you too” You told him quietly, eyes flickering between his.  A smile broke on his lips.

“You do?” You nodded, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth nervously.

“Yeah, I do” You whispered.  “A lot” A small chuckle left his throat as he pushed your hair back behind your ear.

“Well that’s something I can work with” Barry said, pulling you gently back up towards him, and kissing you deeply and passionately.  You eagerly responded, moving your lips against him in sync.  Your tongue grazed over the seam of his lips, and before you knew it he’d slowed down his world, speeding to spin you around and lift you up, your back against the door and your legs around his waist.  Both of his hands cupped around your face as he continued to pepper soft and loving kisses against your lips.

“We should go somewhere else” You said, looking at him seriously.  Barry nodded, and in a blink he had you carried to your room, setting you down so you sat on the end of the bed.  You looked up at him, a soft smile on your lips as you peered up through your eyelashes.  Barry’s heart raced again as he stared at you.  “What?” You murmured, and he leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“It’s just been a long time since I first thought about this, well, when I realized I was in love with you” He told you, making you blush and giggle quietly.  You kissed him again before he could completely pull away.  “But I don’t wanna move to fast and ruin everything” You laughed again.

“The Flash doesn’t want to go too fast? Oh the irony” Barry chuckled and rolled his eyes.  “Come here” You said, scooting back on the bed.  He watched, wondering what you were doing.  “Come on, I don’t bite” You told him in a softer tone.  He kicked off his shoes, and crawled up next to you.  You smiled at him, pulling up the covers over you both, and then pushing on his chest slightly.  “Lay down” You told him, and he listened, laying back on one of your pillows.

“I’ll be sad if you murder me” You laughed quietly.

“You’d be sad? Not revenge seeking?” He shook his head.

“I’d feel betrayed” You giggled again, pecking his cheek.

“I’m not gonna kill you Barry” You said, laying your head on his shoulder.  He turned his head and smiled at you, his arm coming over you.

“Look if all you wanted was cuddles you could’ve just asked” You smiled, closing your eyes for a second so you could bask in the moment.  You felt his hand begin to rub circles into your back, and he pulled you closer to your body was pressed against his.

“How long?” You murmured, and he knew instantly what you were referring to.

“Freshman year, when you got detention for beating up Tony Woodword because he picked on me for my Dad” Barry sighed.  You opened your eyes, a bright smile on your lips.

“I did give him a good beating, didn’t I?” You said, making him smile.  “But it’s nothing compared to what you’d done to him.  Mr sonic boom” He chuckled and shook his head.

“That’s different, I had to do that so he wouldn’t kill you or anyone else.  You did it purely because you cared about me and didn’t want me to get hurt” You smild sadly.

“You didn’t want me to get hurt when we were in the school that night” You argued back.  He sighed, knowing he’d never win against you.  He leaned forward and kissed your forehead, both of his arms enveloping you.  “I… I realized senior year” You told him hesitantly.

“Yeah? And what chivalrous thing had I done?” Barry asked with a goofy smile.

“Something you didn’t want me to know you did” You told him, and his smile fell slightly.  “And I know you lied about it and I was gonna confront you about it but I figured it was best to keep my mouth shut and be thankful you didn’t get yourself killed”

“I picked a fight with Ryan Andrews” He admitted, and you nodded.  Barry never broke eye contact.  “When you told me what… he hit you y/n you had a bruised cheek for a week I-I had to do something”

“Even when I told you to leave it alone because him and I were over” You said.  Barry licked at his lips nervously.  “You broke your wrist, that’s worse than a little bruise-”

“No, no don’t say that” Barry cut you off.  “He was your boyfriend, he was supposed to take care of you and cherish you not hit you over..over the littlest of things” He said.  You quietened.  “y/n by then I’d already fallen for you but I didn’t go to his house that night because of that I went because that was the right thing to do” Tears began to well in your eyes.

“Then why’d you tell me you fell out of your tree?” Your voice cracked.  “Do you know how scared I was? I knew instantly… I knew you’d gone to him for a fight or- or something I don’t know I just knew he was the one that did it-”

“Your safety was worth it” Barry said, knuckles grazing over your cheek.  “He never touched you again, I did what I had to” You blinked, feeling an unbelievable amount of love for this young man in front of you.  “I think it worked too”

“You, are such an adorable idiot” You said quietly, and scooted over, pushing him onto his back so you could set your head on his chest.

“I think I’m gonna take that as a compliment” He said, and you hummed tiredly.

“You should stay here tonight, adorable idiot” His brow furrowed.

“So it’s just my name now?” You nodded.

“Change your usernames” You said, making him laugh again.  “I’m better at the pet name thing than most people”

“Clearly” He muttered.  “You must be hanging out with Cisco too much”

“Well what else am I gonna do while you’re out saving the world?” You said, already drifting to sleep.  “I’m tired Bear” You said through a yawn, again making him laugh quietly.

“Okay okay sleepyhead, go to sleep” He said, tightening his hold around you.

“G’night I love you”

“Love you too”


my first imagine on this blog! yay!

xoxo ~ jordie

How To Write an E-mail To Your Teacher

One of the things that can totally stress out an overthinker like me is formal e-mails. Somehow I always end up anxious about all kinds of useless things. Did I make everything clear? Wasn’t I rude? Over the years, I’ve learnt to become more comfortable with writing formal e-mails, but I thought I’d share some of my advice to make things a little easier for you as well :)

1.       Spell check spell check spell check spell check

2.       Also, grammar check

3.       Better too formal than too informal

4.       You want to clearly mention:

  • Who you are
    • Mention your full name and maybe your student number or administration number
  • What class you’re in
    • They may be teach various courses! Make it easy for them to know who they’re communicating with.
  • Why it is that you’re writing

5.       To continue on that, ask yourself why you’re writing, and most importantly what you wish to achieve by this. Make this the main point of your email: what do you expect of this teacher?

6.       Don’t make it unnecessarily long

7.       It’s okay to expect a certain degree of understanding in difficult situations

Don’t just assume your teachers will automatically backfire if you want to explain a personal situation to them. If they won’t listen at all, they are just being rude tbh. They should at least listen to what you have to say. What I’m aiming at here are e.g. situations where you have been dealing with panic attacks, maybe someone died, you’ve just been having a really hard time and your school work may have suffered under this. In these cases (or actually all cases) your (mental) health is more important than anything. Expect them to at least consider that. 

8.       Don’t worry too much; at the end of the day they’re just people

9.       For longer emails you may want to repeat any requests at the end

10.       Be friendly :)

Some more random questions you may end up asking yourself:

What if my prof mails back informally?

Personally, I prefer to maintain a formal writing style even in the mails take the form of “K, thnx.”. However if you feel like you and this teacher are well acquainted or if you don’t feel comfortable going all formal after an informal reply, that’s okay. Do what feels right for you, just keep in mind that you’re not two pals chatting – unless you are quite close ofc :)

What do I do when I forget the attachment?

Google mail has an amazing function these days that sees when you mention an attachment and stops you when you want to send the mail without it. If you don’t have this kind of function most mailboxes should come with an option to retrieve sent e-mails within a certain amount of time. If the ‘damage has been done’ (this happens to me aaaaall the time btw) you can always write a clear and short email in which you explain what happened and of course don’t forget to attach the attachment.

How do I start and end an email?

It kinda depends on your situation, again, and the level of formality. I personally tend to go with this:

Dear mr./mrs. [surname],

Blablabla

Kind regards,

[full name] [optionally followed by student number]

[sometimes I add my study + the year I’m in]

 Note that I don’t use any official titles when I email e.g. professors. This is not because I don’t show respect or anything - it is just that this is the kind of addressing that I feel is most natural, neutral and generally acceptable in my context :)

I struggle with saying what I want to say. How do I write a good email?

If you just don’t know how to say whatever you want to say, just take a piece of paper and a pen and jot down what it is that you’re mailing for. Sometimes it happens that it is hard to request something, or to clearly explain a situation, or to write and email and not come over in a certain way. Try to make a short list of what you need to say.

Once you’ve got that, you want to keep the points I mentioned earlier in mind. Who are you, why are you mailing, and what do you wish to obtain? That should get you somewhere. In any case, just try to be clear and brisk.


Allright that’s all I have I hope this helps ;) 

The Only Exception (Part 2)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,460

Warnings: language, fluff, hot firemen, drinking, (one) sexual innuendo, sarcasm, advice-giving for sad situations

A/N: I got so mad that I accidentally deleted my effing chapter. All your lovely notes and comments are gone; I’m sorry. This is a repost. I’m not retagging.

Part - 1 - 2 - 3 -

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She Cheated

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Carl Gallagher smut (with his best friend that I created named Karina)

Got this idea when I re-watched Mandy telling Lip she loved him while simultaneously breaking my fucking heart.

my first attempt at smut so sorry if it sucks, send in requests!

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Carl angrily watched Dominique as she kissed another guy, a heartbroken look on his face. He was beyond pissed that she was cheating on him, but he was even angrier knowing that he’d take her back if she apologized. What were his options other than being alone again? Telling Karina his feelings and being rejected by her as well? Yeah fucking right.  And honestly, did she have to do it out in the open like that? On the front steps of the party that she clearly fucking forgot she had invited him to. He wanted to make a scene but instead he stood up straight and started walking a few blocks toward his own home, stopping at the house next door to his, in between The Gallaghers and Vee and Kev. He knocked on the door loudly until his best friend appeared in the doorway, looking as though she had just made it home herself. She was in torn leggings and a little white top, covered by his own sweater and jean jacket, the new sneakers he’d bought her on her feet. The difference between her and Dominique was that when he bought her things, she cherished the fuck out of them, not having much herself. But he ignored her outfit and his eyes focused instead on her neck, a few fresh hickeys running down her glowing brown skin and disappearing into her top. “You wanna come to a party,” Carl asked, a little more pissed off when he saw the marks that he wasn’t responsible for. But that was a selfish thought for him to have, as she wasn’t his girl. “I thought you were going with Dom,” she answered and the light airy way her voice sounded made him smirk. “Are you high?” he asked, laughing when she nodded with a lazy smile.

“I wanna go with you.” He continued, not wanting to tell her about what he saw and make her feel like he was going to her as a second choice, not when the reality was that she was and always would be his first choice, she was the only person who didn’t make him feel like shit 24 hours of the day. Karina smiled and exited her house, shutting the door behind her and tucking her key under her mat, following him back down the way he came, letting him lead her up the front steps, where he had caught Dominique cheating, and into the party where he instantly found himself lighting up as well. He had originally intended to find Dominique and put her in a situation where she was forced to watch him with his best friend but couldn’t say a word without snitching on herself, but he was distracted by his best friend making him laugh. Actually his whole plan was thrown off when she started making shitty jokes, having him in a fit of laughter and just like always he couldn’t figure out why the fuck he hadn’t asked her out when he had the chance. Fiona swore up and down that Karina liked him, and had liked him since they were kids melting action figures together, but he couldn’t believe her. She had been far too happy when he mentioned the idea of liking Dominique, to have feelings like that for him, but he couldn’t tell if that came from wanting him to be happy by ignoring her own feelings or if she actually had none for him at all.

He wanted to keep his little secret from her but he couldn’t anymore when Dominique cut into their conversation to greet Carl, reminding him of what he was there for, making him get a little handsy with his best friend; but Karina still saw how he cringed away from her when Dominique explained that she was at the party with a ‘friend’. “The fuck did she do?” Karina asked when Dom had walked away after not receiving a good response from her boyfriend, and Carl looked back down at his friend, pulling her outside and ignoring her complaints of just having gotten there. “She’s cheating on me,” Carl admitted, making her stop and look at him. She nodded her head and put out her blunt before attempting to march back into the party and beat Dom’s ass but stopped when Carl grabbed her arm and pulled her back. She couldn’t believe that he still loved her enough to protect her from a much deserved beatdown. Karina ripped her arm from Carl’s grasp and took off down the street angrily, Carl following after her. “Where the fuck are you going?” “Home, Carl! If you don’t give a fuck about your feelings then why should I?” she screamed back, crossing the street and making her way down their own, passing her own house and walking into his where she could get her hands onto alcohol that wasn’t under lock and key as it was at her own house. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Carl screamed back after a few minutes of silent confusion, catching his front door when she tried to slam it shut in his face, startling Lip and Ian who were speaking in the kitchen. Lip raised an eyebrow when Karina entered the kitchen and pushed past him to pull a beer out of the fridge. “Don’t worry I’ll move,” he said sarcastically sharing a look with Ian before turning back to the girl, watching her chug a beer before tossing the empty bottle in the trash and reaching for another one. “I didn’t ask for her to cheat on me, Karina” Carl screamed some more, ignoring his brothers and tearing the girl’s second beer from her hand when she paused her drinking to let out an exasperated laugh at how he was completely missing the fucking point. “Yeah you fucking did Carl. And you’re asking for her to do it again by enabling her by pretending it didn’t happen. What was your plan huh? To bring me with you and fucking, like, seduce me in front of her? Huh? Make her jealous, let her see that getting pussy isn’t a problem for you so if she wants to lock it down than she has to ditch the side dick?” Karina yelled back. Ian would have laughed at how he and Lip were trapped in their fight but he chose to stay quiet. “I didn’t do that” Carl yelled defensively. “You think I didn’t notice how loud you were laughing at what I said or how we only stood where we were in plain sight of her? I’m HIGH Carl, not fucking stupid,” Karina hissed, tapping her temple roughly, locking her hazy eyes with his own red ones, seething that she was being used, a few curse words slipping out in Spanish like they only did when she was beyond angry. The Gallagher brothers had never seen her so pissed off; and they had watched her completely destroy and set fire to the car belonging to an ex of her mothers who actually thought he could get away with groping her one night while her mother was at work. Carl didn’t reply for a moment and instead flashed his brothers a ‘can you get the fuck out?’ look, but sighed when they made no motion to move. “Can we talk upstairs?” he asked angrily, yelling a ‘just fucking go Nina!’ when she went to disagree, her nickname slipping out, and turning to follow her when he heard Lip clear his throat with a smirk. “You need a couple condoms?” he asked, hoping to ease the tension with a hate sex joke. Carl’s eyebrows furrowed but he nodded and Lip looked to Ian who hesitantly reached into his wallet and handed Carl 2 condoms, that he snatched before running up the stairs to his room, where the radio was then turned on, blasting loud music. Lip and Ian stood in confusion. “Is this their first time?” “I don’t know..” Ian answered, not as involved in the teen’s potential love life as he had been when they were younger. Lip nodded and the brothers made eye contact and laughed lightly before holding out their drinks. “To Carl and Karina”

Carl pushed the door of his room open to find Karina sitting on Ian’s bed, a pissed off expression on her face. He turned on his stereo and faced it toward the door so that no one would hear their conversation. “I’m not using you Karina,” he announced, getting annoyed with how she kept brushing off his admissions. “You don’t get it do you Carl. You’re the one getting used.” “Yeah I’m not fucking stupid Karina, I caught her didn’t I?” “Not just now that she’s cheating Carl. She let you buy her shit that she didn’t need, and she wouldn’t let you around her friends or go near your family, and she wouldn’t touch your body till you cut off the tip of your dick, and she wouldn’t let you see me because we’re ‘too close’. She’s been embarrassed of you from the start and she didn’t like you, baby, she liked how you made her feel; like she was special. But she’s not special. She’s fucking trash at best and she doesn’t deserve you. She doesn’t know you, Carl. She doesn’t know how hard it is in this house and how much you’ve been through and if she does it sure doesn’t seem like it the way she writes off your feelings. You’re better than her; and you’re clearly not aware of this fact if you can get over her cheating and get back with her without a fucking problem.” Karina yelled angrily, standing up to grab his head in her hands forcing him to look into her eyes and take in her seriousness. He tilted his head back slightly when she let go and looked just above her head when he took in her words. No one had ever said something like that to him. He was so used to hearing how he wasn’t good enough. Hell his teachers at school called him a mistake right to his fucking face on the daily, growing up. When he didn’t answer right away, he expected her to walk out, but Karina still made no move to leave. “I’m not leaving the room and pretending I didn’t say that to you Carl. Not when all I did was tell you the fucking truth. The only way I’m leaving your sight is if you show me you understand what I’m saying. Besides, you don’t want me to leave, because if I do I’m deadass walking back to that party to bash that bitch’s head in with the ‘killing bat’.” Carl laughed at the seriousness in her voice and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to get his emotions under wraps again.

“I don’t know how to tell you how I feel,” Carl told her, but before he could shut down on her, Karina made a decision for them both, deciding that their relationship was worth the risk if it meant that he could be genuinely happy for once. “Then why don’t you show me,” She said. The music was loud, and he was so focused on her lips that he didn’t know if he read the words off of them or if he had heard them but either way he answered her by pushing her hard against the desk next to Ian’s bed and pressing his lips harshly against hers; against the only person who wasn’t forced to be in his life by being a product of Frank or his mother, and who stayed with him despite this. He pushed his jacket and sweater off of her shoulders so that she was sitting in front of him in that little white top before connecting their lips again, running his tongue lightly against her bottom lip and moaning when she bit his lip in return, pulling her head back an inch and dragging it with her before releasing it. Her head was fucking spinning as he continued to kiss her, his tongue playing with hers for a second before he grabbed her long dark hair and bunched it up in his hand, pulling it to the side so that she’d tilt her head and expose her neck to him. “Who did this?” he asked, sounding annoyed as his lips lightly ran against her still sensitive hickeys. “Estelle Sampson,” Karina admitted, making him stop. “That sounds like a chick name.” “It is.” Karina laughed at Carl’s expression as he lifted her slightly and dropped her onto the desk, stepping closer and pressing his hard on against her crotch, making her stop and stare at him.

Suddenly the situation felt way more real to them both, but the sight of her messy hair and kiss swollen lips was all Carl needed to lean forward and pull her into a much slower kiss than what he had ever shared with Dom. But in his defense, he had never had feeling like this for her. It was different with Karina, years’ worth of emotions and sexual tension being communicated through this simple kiss that he didn’t want to break until he absolutely had to. But when they did break apart he just busied himself with kissing and sucking on her neck, paying extra attention to the already sensitive marks on her skin, loving how she gasped at the feeling. And while he did this he rested his hands on her thighs, squeezing and rubbing as he pushed his hands up and down them before running them up her hips and waist, finally connecting them with her top that he pulled up over her head before pulling off his own. He had expected to have to wrestle her bra off next but bit his lip when instead he saw her bare chest. He looked up at her quickly for approval before he bit at her collar bones and worked his way down, until she leaned back on her hands, pushing her chest out to him. He took this as a ‘hurry up’ and cupped one of her breasts in his hand, using his other hand to tightly hold her waist for support as he licked a stripe over her sensitive nipple before biting it lightly, making her moan. He sucked the brown nub and ran his tongue around it in circles, pushing down on her hips when she attempted to move them against his for some friction. “What do you want me to do?” he asked smirking, expecting her not to answer, as Dominique usually did. Normally she’d ignore his statements and just lay back like a pillow queen, not giving anything back, only receiving, which is okay sometimes, but not every single time. Actually he had expected Karina to be the same way. Growing up, talking to boys who weren’t a part of the Gallagher family was unnecessarily hard for her, but that clearly wasn’t the case now that they were older and she was far more experienced than she had been willing to tell him. “I want you to take your pants off,” she stated, biting her lip. He tried not to look nervous as he complied and removed his pants and shoes. She knew that he had gotten circumcised but he had never admitted to her that despite this, Dominique still refused to suck his dick, and only fucked him because she was sick of being a virgin. But the look on her face told him that she knew of his dilemma. “I heard Dom in the locker room, she said she didn’t suck your dick but you were so desperate that you fucked her anyway,” Karina said as she pushed off the desk and slipped onto her knees in front of him. Carl clenched his fist in annoyance that Dominique would carelessly share their private shit with anyone she came in contact with. “You want me to?” she asked, looking up at him through her lashes, and she gathered that his answer would be a yes when he ran his hand over her jaw and slipped it into her hair. He then nodded and sucked in a breath when she pulled down his boxers and licked the underside of his length, keeping eye contact. He watched himself disappear inside of her wet mouth and tightened his hold on her hair when she started to suck while she pulled him out until just the tip was in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head, moaning slightly to let him feel the vibrations. “Fucking shit,” he moaned at the feeling, thrusting into her by accident but almost cumming on site when he saw that she didn’t gag. Using this information to her advantage, Karina raised a hand and pressed it over Carl’s that was in her hair and used it to motion him to guide her head how he wanted it, before reconnecting it to his dick, pumping in the opposite direction that she was sucking and using her other hand to lightly massage his balls. He bit his lip hard as he tugged and pushed on her head setting the rhythm he liked, trying his best to make the feeling last before he couldn’t anymore. He looked down at her as she removed her hand from his dick and pushed him as far into her mouth as she could, swallowing against the head making him grunt and cum, moaning in appreciation as she continued sucking on him while he was so sensitive. When she pulled away he caught his breath and helped her stand. “For the record, I would have done that while you were uncircumcised,” she laughed.

Carl lazily smiled, a little more relaxed now as he pushed her back onto the desk, busying himself with pulling off her shoes before yanking off her leggings and panties. He didn’t miss how her breathing got heavier and how for a second she didn’t look as confident as she usually did. So he leaned in to kiss her again as he let his hand rest against her pussy, his thumb pushing past her lips to circle around her clit, feeling how wet she already was. Her moan this time was more of a whimper at the contact and he knew that he was going to enjoy every noise that left her lips. After all, no one in his grade had as much experience going down on girls as he did. A fact that Karina refuse to let him forget. He pulled away from her so that he could look down and watch himself spread her open and slip a finger into her warmth, loving how she shut her eyes and bit her lip tight. He pushed his finger in and out slowly as he continued to let his thumb rest on her clit, rubbing it back and forth hard with the motion of his hand as he fingered her, only stopping to push in a second finger, licking his bottom lip when he felt how tight she was. He smirked when she whimpered as he pulled his fingers out completely, raising them to his mouth and sucking them clean, before he grabbed her thighs hard to pull her closer to the edge of the desk for him, getting on his knees in front of her. Though just as he was about to rub his tongue against her throbbing heat, she covered herself with her hands. “Wait stop..” “Do you really want me to stop?” Carl asked as he leaned back and ran his hand through his hair, trying to look past how good her body looked and focus on her expression. She shook her head in response and took a deep breath. “Then move your fucking hands,” he demanded, and as soon as she did he settled between her legs, sucking lightly on her lips before spreading them apart with his fingers and licking at her wetness, sucking on her clit and flicking his tongue against it, removing a hand to rest it on her thigh and pull it away from his head and press her hard onto the desk so she couldn’t squirm. The sounds of her moans where making him hard again, but he ignored it as he slipped his fingers back into her, not pausing his assault on her clit until he got up to reattach his lips to her nipple as he sped up his thrusting fingers, resting a hand behind her on the desk so that he could lean over her and give her nowhere to go but against him. She groaned loudly and tilted her head back when she felt him inside of her, stroking her gspot and he rested his hand flat against her, his palm against her clit rubbing hard and fast as he fingered her harder, his fingers moving up and down against her gspot until she could barely make any noise and turned into a shuttering mess, her hips shaking as she started to cum squeezing around his fingers and making him curse at the feeling of that and the wetness leaving her.

Carl kissed her neck again as he waited a few minutes for her to catch her breath before nodding his head in the direction of his bed which she headed to while he grabbed his previously discarded jeans and pulled one of the condoms Ian had given him out of his pocket, neither noticing how the music had stopped. Carl pushed her up the ladder connected to his bed and climbed up after her, pushing her down onto her knees, watching her press the palm of one hand against his mattress and the other against the surface of his wall; the small posters taped too them sticking to her sweaty hands. He bit his lip as he lined up his hips with hers and pushed himself into her slowly, a chill working its way down his spine from the feeling of her tightness along with the sound of her grunting lowly at the feeling of being so full that it was slightly uncomfortable. She pushed against the wall and he groaned as she pushed back onto him, taking a little more of him and finally he squeezed on her ass tightly, pulling her cheeks apart in order to watch himself push into her all the way.

She breathed heavily as he pulled out half way and snapped his hips back against her. He filled her up so good but she was so lost in the feeling that she couldn’t form the words to tell him. Carl removed his hands from her ass and used one to hold her hip and the other to reach up and bunch up her hair into a ponytail, making her take her hand off the wall and rest both elbows on the mattress, arching her back, her ass pushing up higher making him moan loudly and move his hips harder, feeling his bed start to rock and hit the wall. But he didn’t worry; this had been his brother’s bed and if it could survive Lip and Karen, then it could survive anything. When he grew a bit tired he pulled out and sat onto his heels instead of kneeling behind her, and he had expected her to flip onto her back and let him continue doing the work the way Dominique always had, but he clenched her hips tightly in surprise when she pushed herself up slightly. She sat on his lap, back against his chest and he leaned back a bit, propping himself up on his hands and watching her movements with lidded eyes. “Oh shit,” he muttered when he felt himself fill her up again and saw her put her hands down on the mattress again, lifting her hips up and slamming them down again slowly, her back still arched perfectly. She did it so effortlessly that he wanted to cum on sight but instead he put his hand on her ass again and guided her to a faster rhythm, that made him throw his head back and stare up at the ceiling to get a hold of himself. “You’re doing so good baby, just hold on a little longer,” she said with a gasp that turned him on even more. How could this be his best friend, being so sexy without even trying when she had always been so fucking awkward around the opposite sex whenever he was around. “Why are you so good at this?” he asked furrowing his eyebrows, pushing his hips up to meet hers harshly at the frustrating thought of her with other guys when all she had to do was snap her fingers and she’d have him; but he was distracted from his anger when he heard her whimper at his movements, pushing him to do it again and again hearing her get louder each time until he stopped abruptly and held her in place, not letting her move.

He then flipped her over and crawled over her so that he could see the faces he’d been missing all this time. He looked down at her as he grabbed her legs and pushed them against her chest, pushing into her again. She bit her lip to hold back a moan, in fear that her faces would look stupid, but felt her heart flutter when he reached out and held her chin, pulling her lip from between her teeth with his thumb so that she’d let out her noises for him, letting a moan out himself. But as they held eye contact something in the atmosphere changed and he found himself slowing his hips, but still pushing in just as hard, making her toes curl and her back arch, and he released her legs and let them wrap around his waist before he fell onto his elbows and hovered directly over her, their chests touching. She stared into his eyes as she reached behind him and scratched down his back. All they could hear now was they’re heavy breathing and the sound of skin slapping skin and being so close to him was starting to make her throb inside in the most incredible way. Karina felt her eyes tear up as she felt her orgasm build, knowing that as soon as they’re intimacy was over, they’d have to go back to their lives; he’d have to go back to his girl who unfortunately wasn’t her. Carl noticed the tears and rested his forehead against hers thinking they were a reaction to the intensity of the situation but pausing when he barely heard her whisper. “I love you. Fuck, I love you,” she whimpered as her back arched and she gasped as her orgasm hit, and he pushed into her hard helping her ride it out as he stared down at her in shock at her admission and how good it made him feel. “Shit, I love you to,” he answered, the bed slamming against the wall again as he thrusted faster and harder, kissing her with everything he had, her fingers pulling on his hair until he groaned and came, slowly pulling out and removing his condom and holding it over the bed, letting it fall and hearing it hit the plastic bag inside his trash can. Then he rolled onto his back and laid next to her, both their chests rising and falling quickly, both a little sweaty, both in bliss now that years of sexual tension had been relieved.

“I’m sorry,” Karina said aloud as she stared at the ceiling, tearing up again now that she realized what she had done. Carl’s eyes hardened as he turned his head to look at her, “Sorry that you love me?” “No, sorry that I told you.” He looked confused and reached out to thumb away what was left of a tear that slipped out of her eye and onto his pillow. “You didn’t have to say it back to make me feel better.” “Fuck you Karina. I don’t say shit I don’t mean just to spare people’s feelings. Who the fuck do you think I am.” “Do you mean it when you say it to Dominique?” Carl swallowed and he knew she was right, either he was lying to her or he was lying to his girlfriend. “I’ve never lied to you in our lives. I mean yeah, just being in your vicinity gives me a boner but that’s not the only reason we just fucked and I didn’t tell you I loved you just to get you to do it again. I said it cuz I meant it.” He answered. “Then what about Dom?” “I’ll talk to her tomorrow,” he replied as he turned onto his side and wrapped his arm around her naked waist, pulling her close to his body and kissing her lips a few times. “To tell her I fucked her boyfriend?” Karina laughed humorously, clearly in distress that now she would have to deal with them getting back together and Dom keeping her away from her best friend once again despite having cheated first, and Carl shook his head. “No to tell her I can’t see her anymore.” Then he rested his head on her chest kissing her collarbones and getting comfortable, closing his eyes and enjoying how her fingers naturally ran through his wavy hair, her nails scratching his scalp lightly. “Can I take you on a date tomorrow?” he asked and smiled when he felt her chest stop moving for a second before continuing, her skin getting warm, meaning she was blushing. She was truly one of a kind. He had done a few things to her in the last few hours that would have made any girl blush but asking her out was what did it. “I know a diner where I get free pie,” he added with a smirk as she giggled.

 

Carl pulled Karina into the diner with a loud laugh, pulling Fiona and Ian’s attention away from their argument about his tardiness. “They’re on a date,” Fiona exclaimed in excitement as she watched her younger brother guide his best friend into a booth before sitting across from her. “Yeah they fucked last night.” Ian replied casually also openly staring at the young couple. Fiona dropped the glass in her hand, onto the floor, grabbing Ian by his collar and pulling him down to crouch behind the counter with her before the teens could turn to see the commotion and catch them. “They did what?!” she hissed and Ian found himself laughing at the look on her face. “Yeah they had the music playing loud but it stopped and they didn’t bother to turn it back on; sounded like they put a whole in the wall.” Fiona squeezed the bridge of her nose tightly and began to pick up the glass shards when she found herself dropping them again when she was startled by someone crouching behind her, butting into the conversation. “So you guys gonna come take our order or what?” Carl asked, jumping slightly when he heard Fiona yelp and saw her drop the glass onto the floor. Ian laughed at the sight and the three siblings slowly stood up and saw Karina sitting at the booth waving at them. “Carl I thought you were with Dominique?” Fiona asked, disappointed at the thought of him cheating but excited by his new potential girlfriend being his best friend that their family truly loved. “Yeah I broke up with her this morning. Turns out you weren’t completely full of shit when you told me that Karina liked me. So you were right this time but don’t get used to it. I don’t feel like it’s something that’ll happen again.” Carl replied as he started to walk back around the counter making Fiona smile proudly at him, “Oh and she won’t give me a slice of her cherry pie till I get her a slice of apple, so… get on that.” “And just like that he’s back. Go sit down.” Fiona stated, her smile slipping off of her face, hitting Ian’s laughing face with a rag.

David Tennant x Reader - Hot Chocolate

Originally posted by holmesillusion

A/N: Hello! This is my first imagine to write on Tumblr. You have no idea how nervous I am right now! I was in a rut of writer’s block, but I finally got out of it because I’m in a very David mood tonight. I hope you enjoy it!


Title: Drink Your Hot Chocolate

Warnings: None!

Characters: David Tennant, You

Plot Summary: Escaping the blistering cold of winter, you find yourself safely inside a Starbucks, when a certain, very familiar Scotsman catches your eye.


The chill of the sharp winter wind scratched against your face, causing your eyes to squint in distress. The weather had reported a strong blizzard coming to your area just tomorrow, and you had to get to the store for supplies before they all ran out. However, the blistery weather had you regretting your decision.

Ah! You thought. Finally!

Luckily for you and the very skin on your face, a warm and toasty looking Starbucks appeared around the corner. Many of the passersby on the streets of London were walking into the delicious coffee establishment, and you couldn’t wait to get inside and order a nice warm drink. The line was favorable, and your throat was nearly screaming for relief from the chill.

“Hello,” a kind looking barista with black hair and a nose piercing said. “What can I get for you?”

“Can I get a grande peppermint hot chocolate?” I asked, simultaneously grabbing my wallet from my bag.

“Sure!” she exclaimed with an overly excited tone. “And your name?”

“Y/N,” you replied, giving her a small smile.

You paid for your drink and sat down in a secluded corner of the coffee shop, taking a look at your surroundings. The Starbucks was filled with the melody of talking people, baristas calling drinks that were finished, and the soft beat of forgotten pop tunes playing quietly from the speakers.

You’d been in this Starbucks millions of  times, and you noticed that there was a lot more whispering than usual. And the whispers seemed to be targeted in your direction. You quickly looked around yourself, making sure you didn’t have anything spilled on you, and spotted a hand very close to you.

Moving your eyes up from the tip of the fingers to the face - a man’s face - you pointed out a very distinct and familiar profile. A large hat and black sunglasses hid most of his face from view, and he sported a sweatshirt and black jeans that made him unrecognizable.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” I asked without thinking, causing the slightest jump from him at the sudden break of silence.

“I don’t think so, no,” he responded in an extremely forced American accent.

“I swear, I know you. You look so familiar, even with all the cover-up.”

As you studied him again, you understood. The sideburns ,the thin pointy nose, the gorgeous freckles peppered across his face. David Tennant.

“Holy shit…” you whispered. “D-Dav-”

You stopped yourself. You knew better than to draw attention to someone who clearly didn’t want it.

“I’m a huge fan,” you whispered. “Don’t worry, I won’t rat you out. It’s an honor to meet you.”

He sighed of what sounded like relief, swallowing hard and turning to you. “Thank God,” his rusty Scottish accent coming back. “You are a saint. I was so tired of that damn accent.”

You giggled, finally seeing through the sunglasses to his eyes. Those beautiful chocolate eyes. They drew you into a gaze that you simply couldn’t break out of. Not that you wanted to, anyway.

“We kind of got off on the wrong foot. I’m David,” he held out his hand.

Gently taking it into my own, I felt a shock of electricity shoot up my arm, sending a chill down my spine.

“Y/N.”

“What a lovely name, Y/N.”

The way your name perfectly rolled off his tongue sent another shockwave of excitement.

“Why, thank you, David.” you replied. “Might I ask a favor of you?”

“Of course.”

“Could you sign something for me?” you blushed.

“Certainl-”

Just then, the barista called both your and David’s name at the same time, and David stood up, grabbing both drinks and walking back over to you.

Taking a pen from his pocket, he held up your drink, signing it and handing it to me.

“It’s been a pleasure, dear Y/N, but I must be going. Need to get to set,” a disappointed gleam flashed through his eyes.

“Will I ever see you again?” You asked, blushing after realizing what you had said.

He giggled lowly. “Drink your hot chocolate, love.”

And with a wink to you, he left the shop, leaving you all by your lonesome.

You looked down at your cup, examining his signature, but you also caught something else.

Ello, love. You seem very lovely and very sweet and kind. I’d love to see you again xx. Call me sometime, if you’d like. :) -David Tennant

‘My Cup of Tea’ (Sherlock x Reader)

requested by  nekokawaiimewmew <3

prompt; (’my cup of tea’ title)  the reader enjoying a very peculiar brand of tea and as sherlock starts developing feelings for her he starts liking the tea brand too /  Oh man, the title prompt “My Cup of Tea” with Sherlock sounded so cute! Would you mind writing it out? Thanks so much!

words; 957

warnings; none

MASTERLIST. KO-FI.

Tomato mint tea was indeed a very strange and frowned upon flavor that many would not even dare to place in their home. However, this was never the case for you, since you always had at least three packs stored away in your cabinet for whenever you needed a hot drink. It was not common to have it, even rarer to enjoy it, and you were one of those peculiar exceptions that were both.

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anonymous asked:

hi! so im learning about the particles 은/는 / and 이/가. and i've looked everywhere for explanations on the uses of these particles and i still can't seem to grasp it. do you mind explaining cause i've seen that you're explanations are sooo good :)

은/는 and 이/가 are definitely a difficult concept to understand, and that’s partly due to the fact that English doesn’t have particles like these. The best comparison would be to compare these particles to how we might place emphasise, or stress parts of a sentence to convey a concise connotation.

However, let me first summarise and then I will delve into an explanation.

은/는 (Topic Marking Particles)

은/는 have the nuance of “As for” or “In regards to”. These are used to:

  • Mark the topic (Inform the listener what it is you are talking about, or what you are about to talk about.)
  • Introduce a new topic
  • Contrast information (Place emphasise on the topic in regards to other information in a sentence.)

이/가 (Subject Marking Particles)

이/가 are essentially a softer, and more neutral form of emphasise. They can have the nuance of “None other than” or “Nothing but”. These are used to:

  • Mark the subject of the sentence. (Usually the noun; the whatever, or whomever is performing an action or being described in a sentence.)
  • Express opinion and answer questions. (Places emphasise on the subject of a sentence to form a clear opinion or answer.)

How do they differ?

In a very simple explanation, 은/는 place strong emphasise but they are more concerned with the ACTION of the sentence (The verb, the adjective etc). Whereas 이/가 provide soft emphasise on the subject and they are more concerned with the WHO of the sentence.

Explanation

Marking the Topic and Subject of a Sentence (and placing emphasise).

은/는 mark the topic of the sentence so that the listener can understand what it is that the speaker wants to ‘emphasise’.

  • 학생은 책을 읽어요. (The STUDENT is reading a book)

In this sentence, has marked the student as the topic. Therefore, the listener can conclude that it is non-other than the student that is reading the book. This sentence has the nuance of “As for the student” or “In regards to the student”. In English, we would stress the word student to grab the same effect. However, this sentence also wants to place interest on the verb ‘to read’.

  • 학생이 책은 읽어요. (The student is reading a BOOK)

Whereas in this sentence, has indicated that the book is the topic. In this case, the sentence has placed emphasise on the fact it is a BOOK that the student is reading, and not a magazine or the newspaper. We would emphasise the word BOOK in English to establish the same effect. Notice how since the topic is now the BOOK, the STUDENT is now the subject.

  • 학생이 책을 읽어요

Finally here, you’ll notice how the subject particle is a softer emphasise of the word ‘student’. This sentence is entirely focused on the fact that it is the STUDENT who is reading a book. It has the nuance of “None other than the student, is reading a book”.

It is important to understand that in everyday conversation, these 은/는 particles are regularly dropped since it is unusual to use them in every sentence, but they are imperative when they are used to contrast information.

Contrasting Information

은/는 also like to strongly emphasise or contrast the topic in regards to the information in a sentence.

  • 오늘 날씨 좋네요.

This sentence is merely a statement. It simply implies, “The weather is good today”.

  • 오늘은 날씨 좋네요.

Whereas this sentence has marked TODAY as the topic, which has the nuance of “As for today, the weather is good.” This implies that the weather hasn’t been good recently, but TODAY the weather is good. This is a good example of how the topic particle is acting to contrast information.

  •  오늘 날씨는 좋네요.

This sentence has marked the WEATHER as the topic, so here, it is implying how “Today, at least the weather is good.” So essentially, the particle is expressing how other things might not be good today, but at least the WEATHER is good.

That’s how powerful these particles 은/는 can be.

Introducing a New Topic.

은/는 are also an important, concise and clear way to introduce a new topic. Remember, 은/는 have the nuance of “As for” or “In regards to”.

  • 이거 커피예요. This is coffee. (This thing is coffee)
  • 이거는 물이에요. This is water. (AS FOR THIS, it is water / The other thing was coffee, but THIS ONE is water.)
  • 이거는 사과예요. This is an apple. (AS FOR THIS, it is an apple / The other things were not apples, but THIS ONE is an apple.)
  • 이거는 오렌지주스예요. This is orange juice. (AS FOR THIS, it is orange juice / Everything else mentioned so far was not orange juice, but THIS ONE is orange juice.)

Once a topic has been established, the topic particles are generally no longer required unless you want to change the topic.

Expressing Opinion and Answering Questions. (Soft emphasise)

이/가 also like to place emphasise, but like I mentioned before, it is a softer emphasise like in the 학생이 책을 읽어요 example. Specifically, 이/가 are used when concerned with WHO did something or WHAT did something:

  • 고양이가 자요. The CAT is sleeping. (None other than the CAT is sleeping.)
  • 내가 샀어요. I bought (it). (It was ME that bought it.)

But alongside this, the subject particles are a great way to emphasise an opinion. They can add more flavour to a sentence, and express WHICH ONE, WHO, and WHAT more concisely in a sentence.

  • “ABC 좋아요.”

Here the sentence is implying that ABC is good. But if you disagree and think that XYZ is better, then you can use 이/가 to place emphasise on the SUBJECT (Which, who, what) that you find better.

  • ABC 좋아요? XYZ 좋아요!

Here, the subject particle is emphasising how you find XYZ better than ABC. It is clearly indicating your opinion by placing soft emphasise.

Similarly, 이/가 are a great way to answer a question since they indicate the subject of a sentence without changing the topic!

  • 가장 좋을 것 같아요?

This sentence is expressing curiosity as to WHAT would be the best?

  • 가장 좋을 것 같아요. (게 is a casual, shorter way to say 것이.)

In the is sentence, the subject particle has attached to the word ‘this’ to indicate an opinion that THIS is best. This sentence has the nuance of, “I think THIS would be best”. 

You can not use 은/는 in your reply without sounding awkward since it would sound like you are trying to change the question. Because remember, 은/는 are used to change the topic!

However, this can get a little complicated in situations when the question is concerned with the WHAT someone or something did. Since these questions are more interested in WHAT is was you or someone did, 은/는 are used since they place more emphasise on the ACTION of a sentence. But in general, the speaker already knows WHO it is they are asking about, so it’s obvious that they are more interested in WHAT that person did!

For example, if someone asked WHO ate? You could say 제가 먹었어요. Since the question is concerned with WHO did something. 

But if they asked WHAT did you do at the shopping mall? You could say 저는 구두를 샀어요 because the speaker already knows it was YOU who went, and they are curious about WHAT it is you did.


Confusing? Yes. But don’t worry, the more you try to break down the roles into small pieces, the more you will begin to understand. Just try to be more observant when reading and notice where each of these particles is used. It is definitely not something you are expected to know quickly, but it is something you pick up along the way! Don’t stress over them, and just take your time.

That’s the basics! I think for now that will conclude this post. There’s also the issue about using them both in the same sentence, but this post should hopefully give you a better understanding what their roles are! If you would like me to further my explanation, just let me know. And of course if you have any other questions, feel free to ask!

이해 안 되는 문제가 있으면 저한테 물어보세요.

Seokjin Scenario: Cheap Thrills.

Request:  A scenario where Reader and Jin are heirs to a rivaling company. You both pretend to hate each other infront of your family but are secretly going out and one day something happens between the two of you(a baby). You’re both forced to reveal your relationship to both your parents (which causes more problem with each other) however the results ended up in to having a merger turns out it was th best decision for both company.

Genre: Romance / Drama


–I see the host wasn’t as selective as I thought he would be – you laughed softly, mockingly, taking a little sip from your cup of water and side eyeing Seokjin, who was passing by your table with his father at his right.

He smiled, fixing his tailored suit jacket. –Obviously not, since we have the unpleasure of meeting –

He said nonchalantly, and you smirked, smoothing down your dress and not bothering in looking at him anymore, it was hard to attack him verbally while looking to his eyes.

–Are things so bad at home that you came for free food? – your mother laughed softly next to you and Seokjin’s father turned red with what was most probably anger. –That wouldn’t happen if you just stepped out of the way of my family and let the business to people who clearly know what they’re doing better than you–

–Oh you wish that dear – This time Jin approached you, standing behind your chair and bending down to speak close to your ear, and you pretended that his closeness didn’t affect you at all. –We’ll be around for a while so get used –

–You’re disgusting, and clearly not aware of the sense of personal space – you frowned at him standing up, and your mother did so as well.

–Don’t lose your time Y/N, they’re hopeless – she was saying but your head was only focused on the light dizziness that took over you, so much that you had to hold onto the edge of the table while feeling the blood leaving your face.

You saw Seokjin’s eyes change, the slightest bit, a hit of worry clouded over them but he couldn’t approach you, not right there in front of everyone, so you steeled yourself and swallowed harshly.

–Yes, they are – you retorted, but it didn’t sound as bitter as you wanted it to be, you turned around quickly to search for the bathroom. You’d been feeling nauseous since the morning and you supposed the strong smell of the food served at the party made it all wrong.

You pressed a hand drenched in cold water to your forehead and waited a few minutes for you to calm down before going out again, and you found Seokjin outside, focusing on his phone and trying to dissimulate the fact that he was waiting for you.

–Are you alright? – he asked in a whisper. The hallway was empty and you walked slower than usual.

–I don’t feel too well, but I’m a little better now – His eyes focused on you with the usual warmness and tenderness that he looked at you in private, when nobody else was seeing and you didn’t have to conceal the feelings you had for each other. He took the few steps separating you and his hand caressed your cheek gingerly.

–You’re so pale Y/N – you rested your face on his palm and nodded, rejoicing onto the touch for a few seconds before stepping away and looking to the other direction.

–I’ll be alright, much better when I see you later – you smiled to yourself, caressing your perfectly styled hair and Jin laughed under his breath. Walking away from you to the opposite direction.

–I’ll leave before the clock hits twelve, so you won’t have to wait long for me, it’s a promise –

It didn’t matter to you anymore that all your dates and escapades were in secret, you always did the most of those moments and you’d been craving for Jin’s company for a week already. You nodded with the smile still on your lips, Seokjin was wearing the tie you’d given him, the one that matched perfectly your dress and whoever looked at you would think that it was an unlucky coincidence the fact that you were dressed as a couple, even your mother had laughed at that, oh if she knew, the you had fallen in love with the only man you weren’t supposed to.

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RFA TRIES PROMPT 1 AND GETS CARRIED AWAY

Anonymous submitted:

1. a Bachelor type show where Hope is the Bachelor and Lightning is a contestant because Serah/Fang convinced her to do it and the rest is history! 

RFA: I’m going to be a bit creative with this and try the Chinese If You Are the One format where there are 1 bachelor and 24 female contestants. The bachelor introduces himself in sections as the women deliberate over him and choose to keep their lights on (maintain interest) or turn them off (reject him). He gets to choose from the women who remain after the final round.

>Lightning: be bored.

“Why did you reject contestant number 3, Miss Farron?” The host asks, all smiles on his face and gesturing with his mic, no doubt hoping for another controversial comment from her.

“He won’t last two seconds against a proto behemoth,” she responds, rolling her eyes at the camera because she knows everyone is watching at home, “I’d sooner not have that kind of burden in my life.”

A few gasps in the crowd. The man looks just the right amount of wounded. She shifts her weight impatiently at her stand, glimpsing a sign in the crowd - does it say something along the lines of GO LIGHTNING FARRON, THE ICE QUEEN OF MY HEART? She won’t be surprised. Her crudeness has made her surprisingly popular, and Serah gushes constantly about the amount of fanmail she receives (and reads) on the behalf of her sister. Lightning doesn’t have the time for that kind of thing. Lightning would sooner not be here at all. Lightning’s only here because she lost a bet to Fang and she was getting a bit tired of Snow and Serah pestering her about her single status like five times every day.

I’m pretty sure the kind of man I’m interested in won’t be into these kinds of shows anyway, she thinks to herself, sullen, as the rejected man bows to the women and walks off the stage. I know I hate these kinds of things. It’s people like Serah and Vanille who worship them like religion.

“Let’s welcome our next contestant! Mr. Estheim, director of Academy Research, team alpha. 24. Born and raised in Palumpolum.”

Oh no, another boring one, she groans internally, balancing her weight awkwardly in her flowing rose dress. She hates wearing dresses for these shows, too. If only -

“Mr. Estheim!”

“Wait, is this the Hope Estheim?”

“Wasn’t he rumored to be in a relationship with the daughter of the Primarch?”

Lightning perks up ever so slightly. So he’s famous.

“Thank you for the introduction, Mr. Meng,” the man responds politely after the crowd has died down - his voice is strangely familiar somehow - and when he performs the customary preliminary scan of all the female contestants, Lightning notices that his gaze lingers on her for a second more than everyone else. Long enough for me to notice, but not anyone else. And he knows I only noticed because I’ve been trained in the Corps with minute reactions and quick assessments.

What has been his eye color? Green? Serah used to tease her about green-eyed boys when they were younger. Not that she hasn’t passed up plenty of them on this show.

“Let’s see the first segment,” the host announces, and Hope Estheim settles comfortably into his chair, seemingly completely unfazed by the stage. A few contestants have already declared for him.

The figure of the silver-haired man glides onto the screen, surrounded by a line of scientists and marching machines.

“I am a scientist. I have been fascinated by machinery and the inner workings of the world since a very young age, and I find it awarding to improve people’s lives through inventing new tools, structures, and ways of thinking. I was behind the overhaul of Eden’s transport system and also oversaw the construction of the new Academy headquarters.”

Respectable, Lightning muses, remembering the terrible traffic jams that used to plague Eden. But still boring.

“Lately I’ve been working on a prototype for a brand new Guardian Corps gunblade.” All eyes zoom to her, including the stage lights; she blinks, turns to Hope Estheim - and sees him sitting as calmly as ever in his seat, although there’s a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Automatic target selection, the highest grades of precision and accuracy, as well as being foolproof - it will allow someone as inexperienced as me to match a veteran like Contestant Farron.”

“Well, Mr. Estheim,” the host takes his cue on a silver platter and turns to Estheim, “This is certainly a new development. Will we get to see you make a case for your claim, here on our show?”

She smashes her light. Estheim’s smug confidence is ticking her off. Who is he to challenge her? Plenty of men have thought themselves capable of taking her down a notch, put her into her place. This of all places is not where she’ll back down. “No one can beat me,” she hisses, “scientific cheats or no.”

“I do not speak of beat,” Estheim corrects, and suddenly his face is so soft that it catches her off guard, “I speak of match. But yes, sir, I would like to demonstrate the effectiveness of my invention. I have brought my prototype with me to the show today.”

The host smiles. “And we have brought you your gunblade, Miss Farron, just for this special occasion.”

She grits her teeth as she walks forward. Estheim doesn’t look like a marksman - he’s too lean, too polished, too pretty along the edges. She wonders if he’s ever seen real battle, felt anyone’s soul depart from under his hands. He’s always had it easy. One real obstacle and he will crumble. She raises her arm to aim, almost tempted to shoot the pillar next to him so as to get that stupid smile off of his face.

He isn’t smiling. His face is somber instead as he raises an opposing arm, a strength in his eyes that makes her blink in surprise. He knows, she realizes, and he’s practiced with this, too. “I lost my mother when I was fourteen,” he says evenly, to her and to her alone. “I’ve been looking for things worth protecting.”

She shoots to get the significance of his words out of her head. He shoots right after her.

The crowd is silent. She doesn’t look up. For the first time in her life, she’s afraid of having been defeated.

“Two 9.9s,” the host announces, and there’s something resembling victory in the elderly man’s eyes. Ah, yes, the ratings. “A perfect match.”

She can feel Estheim’s gaze on her. She’s failed her shot - she usually scores above a 10.5 - and she knows he’s capable of more than that, a 11 if he wanted. Perhaps a 11 even if he’s shooting with a normal gunblade. But he’s pulled back, chosen to match her instead. Why?

“I quit this show,” she blurts out, sheathing her blade and walking off the stage. In the shock that follows, no one chases after her.

******************************

“You were too harsh on Hope Estheim,” Serah admonishes, shoving a plate of fruit into her face. “It’s dead obvious that he’s head over heels over you.”

“Well, I don’t care,” she spits, crossing her arms together behind her back. It’s not completely true. She’d caught a glimpse of his face as she walked off and there had been a deep sadness there, a loneliness that hurt her where no previous male contestant had hurt her before. “He can sleep with his pile of guns and machines.”

The doorbell rings.

“You don’t have to - ah.” Serah’s annoyed voice suddenly stops as she answers the door. “Come in, please.”

She closes her eyes and hopes she can just take a quick nap.

“Miss Farron?” That voice speaks up behind her and she jumps, unsheathing the gunblade in under a second and pointing the tip of it at his nose. Hope Estheim is standing in front of her in the flesh, sweat on his brow and dark circles under his eyes, and he’s holding a huge package. “I, uh, wanted to apologize. I’m so sorry for what I did to you the other day. But I wanted you to have this.”

She stares at him as if he’s crazy. “What?” Serah has apparently already fled the scene. Damn those meddling younger sisters. “Why - ”

“A gunblade,” he says quietly, still catching his breath. “Fresh from the lab. But it’s not a prototype anymore. I’ve added a few more things, to take into consideration how your movements change when you’re anxious. But I just want you to have it. Because I don’t want you to get hurt anymore protecting children from monsters.”

She studies him. This time, he looks almost like a child, simply wanting to please. There’s an idealism in his eyes that she wants to punch out even as she wants to hold it in her raw palms. “That injury never happened.”

Frustration enters his face now exactly where she thought it would. “But - ”

“Thank you,” she says, and extends a hand out. He stares at her for a long time before taking it. “And my apologies to you, too. Let’s go find a shooting range.”

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this was kinda a request, I just elaborated and added a bit more.  Idk how I feel about this one, but I hope you guys like it!!

The Man Across The Street

The sun shone heavily on your back causing warmth to spread through your entire body.  It felt nice after spending eight hours in your air conditioned office space on the twelfth floor.  You gripped your briefcase tightly in one hand and stretched your neck side to side before settling in a consistent stride.  

You focused on the ground in front of you, watching as your shadow mimicked your poor posture and flat feet, until something else caught your eye.  

The man across the street walked at an almost identical pace.  You recognized him immediately as the guy who held the elevator door for you just minutes prior.  You’d seen him around the building other times, as well; in the hallways, on the stairs, by the coffee bar on the main floor. That bright pink hair was painstakingly recognizable.  

You pretended to ignore him the entire way home, only throwing glances out of the corner of your eye, until you stopped in front of your building.  You watched for a moment as he continued down the street, one hand in his pocket, the other clutching a beige bag, never looking up from his feet.  

- - - - - -

The cool autumn air gave rise to goosebumps all over your body.  You wrapped your sweater around yourself tighter and continued down the cobblestone sidewalk.  You kept your head up, marveling at the infinite shades of golds and reds that had taken over the city.  

Leaves crunched under your flats, making an auditory note of every step you took. It covered up the sound of your breathing, which had grown heavier from the cold air shocking your system.

The man across the street paid no attention to the crunching leaves beneath his feet.  You watched briefly as he kicked a few of them around before continuing on his way.

His hair matched the pink sunset overhead, bright and bold and beautiful.  

It was the last thing you noticed before walking into your apartment for the night.

- - - - - -

Heavy snow fell from the sky.  The street lamps lit up the sidewalk, illuminating the thousands of large flakes around you.  You made a mental note to start wearing heavier boots to work for nights like this.  

You tucked your gloved hands underneath each of your armpits and trudged home, trying to pay attention to each step you took so as not to fall.

The man across the street had a scarf, hat, and mittens on.  You were jealous of how prepared he seemed to be for this snow storm.  You made another mental note for yourself to start checking the weather before leaving for work each morning.

The man walked faster than you.  His winter boots clearly had better traction than your dressy ones.  As he got further ahead, you noticed the back of his hair poking out.  Except, it wasn’t pink, it was yellow.  

You trudged on and used it as your guiding light through the storm the whole way home.

- - - - - -

Spring had always been your least favorite season.  Snow and ice melted with no boundaries, leaving traces of mud all over the sidewalk.  You stomped your bulky boots through scummy puddles and tried not to splash remnants of it everywhere.  

It wasn’t dark yet, which made you feel hopeful that this dirty weather wouldn’t be around for long.  

The man across the street walked without a hat for the first time in months.  You smiled seeing his yellow hair in full for the first time.  It was bright and flashy.  The kind of thing that demanded attention.  It reminded you of blooming flowers and sunshine, infinite growth and beauty.  

You walked home, your strides aligned once again.  And as the sound of snow melting from building tops covered up the sound of your boot’s heavy stomps, you couldn’t help but notice his bright hair out of the corner of your eye the entire way home.  

- - - - - -

The first thing you noticed upon leaving work was how freeing it felt to be outside once again without a heavy jacket weighing you down.  You had brought one, just in case, but it lingered in your arms, unneeded and more of a burden than anything as you started your walk home.  Summer was just visible in the horizon, but the weather still fluctuated between sunny and warm and breezy and cool, so it was impossible to ever be fully prepared.

The second thing you noticed upon leaving work was that the man across the street wasn’t there.

He’d been particularly easy to spot in the last few months with his yellow hair, but as you scanned the other side of the road, up and down, he was no where to be found.  Your heart sunk a little, which surprised you.  But you justified your disappointment as normal.  He had become a part of your routine, just like eating a peanut butter and fluff sandwich everyday was.  Your heart would sink if you opened your lunchbox to bologna, just as it did in the man’s absence.  Nothing strange or unusual about being effected by a disrupted routine.  

You frowned slightly before deciding it was time to head home.  You walked for less than a minute before you heard rapid footsteps behind you and felt someone grip your elbow.

“Hi honey, how was your day?” A man’s voice asked.

You instinctively tried to jerk your arm away, but the grip was too strong.  When you turned to look at who was grabbing you, you were shocked to see the man with yellow hair.  

He leans down, close enough so that you can smell him, and whispers in your ear, “Someone’s following you.”

Once he’s confident you’re not going to shove him away, the man loops his arm with yours, leading you down the road en route to your apartment.   He casts a couple glances over his shoulder, subtly trying to see if the person following you had gone.  On his second glance, he sighs a breathe of relief and loosens his grip on your arm.

“He turned around.”

You automatically let go of his arm.

“Who was it?” you ask.

“I didn’t recognize him, which is what made me nervous… I’d never seen him before.”

You nod, exhaling the anxiety that had been building up inside of you.  “Well, thanks. I appreciate it”

You were relieved to see you apartment building just over the hill.  You didn’t feel much like walking alone the rest of the night.

The man nodded and extended his hand, “I’m Josh, by the way.”

You smiled, taking his hand in yours and shaking it, “Y/N.” you introduced.  

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” he grinned.  

You thought about his comment later that night as you laid in bed.  You found yourself wondering if Josh had noticed your presence on the opposite side of the street as much as you’d noticed his.  

- - - - - -

You felt slightly paranoid walking home the next day.  You immediately noticed Josh across the way, which felt increasingly comforting, but you couldn’t help feel like someone was lingering behind you as you made your walk down the sidewalk.  

You kept casting glances towards Josh.  You found yourself wondering things about him, like which floor he worked on or what his inspiration for his sporadic hair colors were.  Every time you would gaze for too long, he’d glance over and you’d quickly look away in response.  You really had to work on your staring problem.  

After three different occasions of awkward eye contact with Josh, you watched out of the corner of your eye as he looked both ways, then started jogging across the street.  

“Hey,” he called, as he hurried to catch up to you.  You stopped, of course, baffled and unsure as to whether or not he was talking to you.  “Mind if I walk with you?”

You froze then, wondering immediately if the same person was following you again.  

Josh noticed the fear on your face and put his hands up, “It’s okay to say no…” he says.

You lower your voice and try to whisper loud enough for just him to hear, “Are they following me again?”

“What?” Josh asks, confused momentarily before understanding what you were referencing, “Oh… no! No, no.  I just thought maybe we could walk together tonight.”

You sigh a breathe of relief before smiling, “Yeah, that would be really nice.  I’d like that.”

The two of you walked, side-by-side, step-by-step, all the way home.  

You asked about his hair.  The burning thought that had been on your mind for so long was finally set free.  It turns out, Josh was bored by routines, but his hair was one thing he could be spontaneous about.  The pink was an after-effect of a wild red.  The yellow brightened his gloomy winter.

“What color is next?” you had asked.  

“Only time will tell,” he says, his eyes shimmering.

Josh walked you right up to your apartment door before saying goodbye.  You were so intrigued by everything he had to say, and had to admit you were disappointed to be at your doorstep.  It was the first time you’d ever wished your walk home was longer.  

- - - - - -

Every day in the weeks to follow, Josh was waiting outside of the building by the time you got out of work.  His face always breaks into the same, huge smile when he sees you walking through the double doors, and you can never help but reciprocate.  

You talk the entire way home, learning about each other.  Likes, dislikes, pet peeves, funny childhood stories.  Josh was a man of infinite laughter and curiosity.  You looked forward to walking home with him daily.  It was, often times, what got you through until five o’clock.  

“How was work?” he asks, one evening, extending his arm for you to take.

You’re surprised by his gesture, but ultimately flattered.  You latch on, and start walking with him down the cobblestone.

“It was long,” you respond. “How was yours?”

“Also long, equally boring.  Why do we work these jobs?” he asks.

You shrug, “Gotta pay rent I guess.”

“I’m serious though— I mean.  I hate my job, I don’t get why I do it.”  

He’s silent for a moment, like he’s thinking hard.  “What would you do—“ he finally says, “if you didn’t have to worry about rent or bills?  If you could do anything?”

You furrow your brow, thinking about his question, “I suppose I’d travel.”

“Where?”

“Europe, I think.”

“Have you ever been?”

You shake your head.  “No, I mean, I have work…”

“I think that’s a crime.”

You frown, “What do you mean?”

“That’s your dream, right?  To go to Europe.   And you’ve never been because of some dumb job you don’t even like.”

“Yeah,” you agree, “But I have responsibilities.  I’m committed to my job.  People count on me.”

“To what? Fax papers for them?  It doesn’t really mean anything.  Neither of our jobs do.”

You frown at Josh’s remark, offended by his blunt tone.

“I don’t understand what you’re getting at,” you say honestly.

He shakes his head, “Nothing.  I’m just… bored.”

The two of you walk the rest of the way in silence.

- - - - - -

Josh isn’t waiting for you the next day.  He’s not across the street either.  

You walk the entirety of the way home without any pinks or yellows to brighten your day.

You hate how much it bothers you.

- - - - - -

You accept Josh’s outstretched arm, “Where were you yesterday?” you ask.

“Just a personal day,” he says.  “Stayed home.”

“Oh… Well, I missed you.”

“Aw, you flatter me.”

“I mean it!” you say, “Walking home with you is my favorite part of the day.”

Josh stiffens beside you.  You try to gage what he’s thinking by his face, but it’s too stoic.  

“See?” he says, “How pathetic is it that a walk home with me is the highlight of your day?”

That was definitely not the reaction you were hoping for.  You let go of his arm and step away from him.  

You can’t really think of a response or defense, but it was clear that Josh didn’t feel the same way.  

“Your life is boring.  Just admit it!  It has no meaning behind it.  No passion.  You do the same thing everyday, hoping that eventually, you’ll be happy.  Or satisfied, or whatever it is.  But you’re lying to yourself.”

“You don’t know anything about my life,” you say back sharply.  “I like my job, and I like my life, just the way it is.  Not all of us need radical hair colors and spontaneous life choices to be happy.  Get off your high horse and don’t pretend like you know what’s good for me.”  

Josh bites his lip, but has no response, so instead, you shake your head before picking up your pace, leaving him behind.

You ignore him as he calls after you.

- - - - - -

You make an effort to rush out of the building the next day, hopeful that you won’t run into Josh.  Luckily, you’re out a solid ten minutes quicker than usual, and by the time you’re turning the corner on the cobblestone steps, he’s nowhere to be seen.  


You walk the whole way home alone.  

- - - - - -

This pattern continues until Friday when you’re forced to stay until five o’clock on the dot.  You try not to think about seeing Josh outside as you ride the elevator down to the main floor, but as soon as you push through the double doors and look to the street, you see him.  If he hadn’t been standing right by the lamp pole, you probably wouldn’t have recognized him.  His hair was no longer bright or flashy.  Instead, it was dulled down to an off-brown color.  It didn’t catch your attention by any means and you frowned at the sight of it.  

You almost skipped right over to him, before you remembered that you were mad for insulting your “boring life”.  You huffed a little before walking down the steps and turning the corner, hoping to avoid his attention.

You should be so lucky,

“Hey!” he calls, rushing up behind you.

You ignore him and keep walking.

“Wait up!” he hollers.  “Y/N, stop!”

“What do you want, Josh?” you snap, whipping around to face him.

He stops dead in his tracks, clearly taken aback by your harsh tone.  The look on his face makes you feel slightly guilty for being to abrupt, but you hold your ground.

He scratches the back of his neck, looking anxious.  He takes a deep breath before speaking.

“I just wanted to say goodbye.”

Your angry frown turns to confusion as his words sink in.

“Goodbye?” you ask, your tone civil again.

“Yeah, I quit.”

“You what?” you gasp.

“I quit my job.  Just now actually.”

“Wh— what?  Why?” you sputter.

“The only thing keeping me going, was the idea that everyone else was just as miserable as I was doing what I did.  But not you.  You’re happy.  And you were right… I shouldn’t have judged you.  I was wrong to assume that everyone was as depressed as me.  But… I just.. It made me realize that I needed to get the hell out of here.”

You listen to his words, letting it sink in that he truly meant it.  He was leaving.  You shouldn’t be as upset as you were.  Selfishly, you were mourning the infinite number of walks you thought the two of you had in the future.  But hearing Josh admit to his misery made you logically ignore the voice in your head begging him to stay and instead ask him a question.

“What happened to your hair?”

He smiles, looking up to his forehead, as if he could see it in his peripherals.

“I don’t need interesting hair anymore, cause I’m going to have an interesting life.”

- - - - - -

Summer fades fast and the warm, humid air is replaced by a brisk breeze.  You crossed your arms across your chest and shivered as the night set in.  You were grateful to be wearing a hat on top of your head and a scarf around your neck.  You let your eyes scan your surroundings, marveling at the infinite shades of golds and reds that had once again, taken over the city.  

Leaves fell, crunching and blowing every which way, as autumn swept through, clearing out the old and making room for the new.  

You stopped dead in your tracks at the turn with the cobblestone steps and gazed adoringly at the melted sunset in the horizon.  The pouring pinks and blistering yellows caught your eye, reminding you of the man across the street and being your guiding light all the way home.