Aries: When you feel like you’ve achieved nothing in your life. Taurus: When you become so stressed out that you feel like you want to scream and cry at the same time. Gemini: When you lose a really close friend and you have no idea how so you just rack your brain trying to figure put where you screwed up; even if it wasn’t your fault. Cancer: When you blame yourself for everything and feel as if you’re a terrible person. Leo: When you feel like no one listens to you or cares about you. Virgo: When your heart gets broken over and over again. Libra: When someone takes advantage of you, yet you still stay their friend because you don’t want to be alone. Scorpio: When you worry about being forgotten by everyone you know/knew. Sagittarius: When you’re happy for a long period of time, but then you just become sad for no apparent reason. Capricorn: When you feel like life is no longer a blessing, but now a curse.
Aquarius: When you lock yourself away and begin to normalize it. Pisces: Feeling alone, even when you’re not alone.
Person A is known school wide for being a player/manwhore/ insert-label-here-that-means-dates-five-people-in-one-month. They decide to ask person B out, who promptly rejects them. Person B tells person A that they know how A is like, so sorry but no thanks. They can be friends though?
And so begins the start of a beautiful friendship. Person a encourages person b, often too much so, and wingmans for them. Person b calls person a out on their bullshit. They get to be surprisingly close friends.
And then one day person b wakes up and realizes:
I like my player/manwhore/insert-label-here-that-means-dates-five-people-in-one-month best friend.
Cue glorious pining
(Of course, person A has slowly fallen in love with person b too over the course of their friendship. Except they’ve been rejected before by person a, and they do realize their own reputation of being a player, even if they actually want something more with person b. So they’ve been quiet on their end, but were they too obvious? Because person a has been acting kinda strange lately; maybe they figured out person a likes them? dID THEY SCREW UP EvERyT hI n G??!?!?!?)
‘The Columbine High School class of 1999 had it’s picture taken on the bleachers of the gymnasium, with close to four hundred kids packed together like one big, happy family. Up in the far left-hand corner of that picture were Eric, Dylan, and me.
Zach Heckler and Robyn Anderson were up there with us. We learned we would be doing two different poses: an “official” or serious class photo and a silly one. Since he was offering us the chance to do a “silly” picture, the photographer figured we wouldn’t do anything to screw up the serious one. We were instructed to hold still for the extended exposure of the picture, so all of us gave our best “serious looks” to the camera.
When it came time for the “silly shot,” Eric donned his KMFDM hat, and he and Dylan both put on shades. Eric suggested that, since we were having a camera pointed at us, it would be cool to point imaginary guns back. So the five of us pantomimed doing exactly that.
It seemed like a funny thing to do. I never thought twice about it.’
- No Easy Answers: The Truth Behind Death at Columbine by Brooks Brown and Rob Merritt
BTS Reaction - wearing their shirt because they ruined yours
You wanted to go out after you met them that day, but ofc they ruined your shirt and you had no other choice but to wear their shirt instead, but they found you more than hot..
He was shook as he saw what he had done. Again. Namjoon had ruined
your shirt the second time this month and knew what you’d suggest as
your eyes drifted over the big strain on your boobs.
“My shirt?”, Namjoon’s eyes slowly darkened as he lifted his.
Pulling it over his head he saw you standing their in nothing but a
bra, his hands throwing the cloth on the floor. You were
breathtaking, the problem could wait even though he knew how hot you
were in one of his clothes. “I guess you have to take care of
something else beside your shirt now.”
Eating together before you had to go to meet your friends he wanted
to hastily bring the soup, tripping and drowning your dress. Shook he
immediately suggested to give you his shirt accompanied with the
shorts you had brought for the night. His shirt reached over your knees, softly playing around them.
“Why is your outfit turning me on?”, he’d say and turn you around
as he witnessed you in his way too big t-shirt. “Don’t you think
lunch can wait?”
“I’m sorry, babe!”, Hoseok panicked as he saw your expression,
your feet coming to a halt. “Wait here!” Rushing in his room,
fishing for the best shirt that might fit your body he ran back,
pulling your ruined one over your head in an attempt to help you as
fast as possible as you were on your way to your parents..but after
the cloth fell to the ground he saw your flushed cheeks, his hands
letting go of the one he brought you to touch your warm, bare sides.
“You can’t go, y/n. Not now.”
Yoongi was low-key annoyed as he tripped over your bag, the semi hot
coffee he had forgotten spilling over you. “Damn, y/n, why is your
bag standing in the way?” “You wanted to go? Now you can’t, not
like that.” He was pulling out an old shirt from the shelf, handing
it to you and as you changed his eyes started to fill with another
emotion besides annoyance. The wide material made you look vulnerable
and cute, a sight he witnessed mostly during sex. His fingers locked
the door and as he saw your confused expression he leaned down to
push you on the floor. “Leave it on, got it?”
Tae and you had some fun while having dinner and he accidentally
spilled the cream over your blouse. Wide eyed he reached for a
tissue, but it was no use, the shirt ruined although you had plans
afterwards. He saw no other choice but to strip off his own shirt,
handing you the way too big buttoned one. And while you closed it in
the front he could still see through the gap down your breasts, the
material not even covering them completely. “Y/n? How about you get
yourself some dessert first?”, unzipping his pants he motioned down
Sweaterpaws. His own hoodies too big for his body he lent you one
after he had ruined your blouse, the length of it too much for Jimin.
“You look to fucking cute, princess.” With reddened cheeks he saw
you pulling down the hem, the skirt you had underneath not showing
anymore and at that point he didn’t find you cute. His hoodie with no
damn pants. Without another word he couldn’t help himself how fast
you were able to turn his head, his ring covered fingers tracing over
your bare leg. “You should wear my clothes more often..without such
useless pants, skirts or whatever..”
“My shirt?”, Jungkook’s doe eyes shot wide as you requested to
wear his shirt, no more time till you had to go and because he
was the one straining it with milk, his elbow spilling it over you.
Nodding at him, he slowly undressed, his lean body showing while you
yourself changed into it. It was way too long, too damn big for your
small figure, and he knew we was screwed. His member betrayed him as
he witnessed your previously confident demand being erased by the way
you looked in his shirt, his possessiveness taking over. With
a swift movement he lifted you up, “You won’t go anywhere, not
before I had you, y/n.”
Also, I put this at the end of the latest chapter, but lemme put it here, too:
You’ll notice that I finally figured out that I can approve “Inspired by” works so they end up on a list at the end of the fic. Cool, right? I know there’s more than just the ones listed, so if your fic was inspired by mine, be sure to put it in the “Inspired by” section. The list of fics is automatically generated when I click approve, so unless you’ve got me in that section, it won’t show up. I just don’t want anyone to think I’m forgetting them or excluding them, because I can assure you, I’m not.
Make the big bad speak entirely in Middle English. Any player that does not respond in kind gets cursed entirely in Old English. If they can’t figure out what the curse does then they just get screwed over anyway. If the player then protests further they must then speak only in ancient Welsh or else be banned from the game
Summary: SugarDaddy!Yoongi AU. You’re a college student with an aspiration for journalism,
but the traumatic experience of being broke and lonely gives you an opportunity
to try out something new: become a Sugar Baby. Genre: Smut Words: 8,216 Warnings: Daddy kink, age difference A/N: This was originally supposed to be separated into two parts, but I figured just screw it; we’re all thirsty for Yoongi, so I’ll keep it all in one. Please enjoy this monster of a
fic because it took me literal days and I am so done with myself.