but not worth the headache this morning

The Tenth Floor pt3

Min Yoongi had gone through 34 secretaries in the past 24 months, and each one of them left in tears. This fact alone should have warned you against taking the job, but the pay was too good to pass up. Surely you could put up with a billionaires temper-tantrums, right?

Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Fluff, humor, probably some angst

Warnings: Strong language at times, maybe some slight smut eventually

Part 1, 2


“So how’s it going with your new, crazy boss?” Jessica asked though your phone, and you rolled your eyes despite the fact that she couldn’t see you. “Has he interrogated you about what your ‘intentions’ are for working there yet?”

“Yeah, but it wasn’t so bad. A little weird, though. They ran a background check on me before I was hired, so I don’t know what he was so worried about.” 

“I told you he was paranoid.” Jessica said, and she was right; she had warned you. Repeatedly. “While I was there, they caught this one guy selling plans to rival companies.” You heard her shiver. “I thought Min was actually going to kill him.” 

You were waiting for the bus as you talked to her. You had taken Kim Taehyungs business card out of your wallet, examining it for what felt like the hundredth time. Jessica’s voice seemed to fade away as you got lost in your own thoughts. There was something about the taxi driver that you couldn’t quite put your finger on, something that made him different…

“Are you listening to me?” Jessica said suspiciously. You realized that you hadn’t been, and winced.

“Not exactly?” You said with an apologetic laugh. 

“I said, don’t trust Jeon Jungkook.”

“Who’s that?” Your bus arrived, and you were only half-listening as you found a seat. You kept your voice down as you went, but several people gave you a pointed look as you went. 

“I just told you who he is! You’re impossible.” 

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry… But I have to go, okay? I’ll call you during my lunch break.” The elderly women you sat next to was glaring daggers at you, her knitting needles clicking ominously. “I really need to get my car fixed…” You thought to yourself as you tried to give her a small smile.

“No, I’m serious–” 

You hung up before she could say anything else, however. You purposefully hadn’t told your friend that you were applying for the job until after you were hired, and had tried to tune everything negative she had to say about the place out ever since. You wanted to enter your new job with a positive outlook, without any pre-judgement of anyone else who worked there. You were fairly sure Jessica had tried to warn you about this Jungkook person last week, but you couldn’t remember what she had said about him. 

“You aren’t taking this seriously.” She had complained the night before your first day on the job. “I’m telling you, quit now. Save yourself the time and effort.” 

But you needed a job–and this one even payed well. Sure, maybe the boss was a little insane, but how bad could it be? It seemed worth it to at least give it a try.


“No heels this morning, I see.” Jimin stepped into the elevator with you, smirking at your black ballet-style flats. You didn’t have time to go out and buy a new pair of shoes after the heel on yours broke the previous night, so you slip-stitched the hem of your dress pants so they wouldn’t drag on the floor and hoped they looked decent. You thought that perhaps no one would notice, but you should have known better. “I see you’ve already given up on personal appearance, which means you’ll probably quit within the day.” 

“Don’t you have something better to do than judge me by my shoes?” You asked calmly. You wondered why Jessica hadn’t warned you about Jimin, he was much more of an annoyance than this Jungkook guy who you had never even met. 

“Not at the moment, no.” Jimin smiled innocently at you. You knew that he was probably just being rude because he wanted you to quit, but that didn’t help much. 

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I need a place to hide Kol Mikaelson x reader oneshot

Originally posted by ipusheveryoneaway

author: Fandomcollector00

word count: 1886

warnings none

authors note: I know this is a little different from what I write, but honestly I am a part of so many fandoms It is hard to keep up, and the Originals is one of them and Kol… god I love him. So I hope you like it if, not I had to write it anyways I needed some Kol fluff in my life after watching the Originals in one day. Enjoy :)

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anonymous asked:

Auntie Jilli, I'm not sure if I've missed it or if you haven't said anything more yet on the migraine treatment you were having such success with? I hope this doesn't mean it's failed you after all! And I don't mean to pester but I remain curious (and hopeful, as a migraine sufferer myself). Shall patiently await if that's what's necessary of course.

Hey, I didn’t tell you peeps, did I?! And no, it hasn’t failed me! Okay, this is going to be long, and be warned, involves needles. 

I went to my (delightful, awesome) dentist to see if there was something weird going on with my bite or my jaw. He said that he didn’t see anything, and then asked me some detailed questions about where the headaches focused, where I felt the pain, and if I had one right then. When I said I did, he did some gentle pressure tests at the base of my skull, my temples, and at the hinge muscle of my jaw. 

After I flinched away from all of those, he proposed another test, which would be quick but terrifyingly painful. I trust him, so I agreed. He applied a hellacious amount of pressure on both sides of my jaw muscles on either side of my face. HE WAS NOT KIDDING about the terrifyingly painful. But after he did that, the headache dropped away to nothing.

It turns out I have recurring cluster headaches (which are a form of migraine), caused by three muscle groups in my skull being so tight and stressed that they’re in a constant state of spasm. They never unclench.

My dentist has the same issue, at the same level. He researched, and decided he was willing to try the treatment of Botox injections in those three muscle groups to get them to stop locking up and eventually be trained to stop locking up. (He did them to himself, because he is more badass than anyone.) I had nothing to lose, so I decided to do it.

I went in a few days later (with a headache, because they’ve been a daily part of my life for years now), and 10 minutes later, I had NO PAIN. The pain level started dropping after the first two injections. When I told my doctor about this the following week, she was THRILLED.

NO PAIN. I HAVEN’T HAD A HEADACHE IN TWO WEEKS.

This … this is huge. I have been enduring some level of headache pain every day for years. When I woke up the next morning, I braced for the usual headache, and it wasn’t there. I almost started crying in relief.

So! I have no idea if this would work for any of you other migraine sufferers. You’d need to find someone who can do the pressure tests, including the blindingly painful one, and you’d have to find someone who would do the Botox injections in those three muscle groups, instead of the usual “crown of thorns” migraine injections. But if it *would* work for you, it is worth it. So, so worth it.

Originally posted by hobolunchbox

It’s All Fun & Games (pt. 4)

( ‘till somebody loses their mind )

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Drabbles

Summary: In which you and Jungkook attempt to fake a relationship for revenge and end up with a lot more than either of you expected.
Genre: Angst/Fluff, Fake Dating!AU
Word Count: 4,186
Author’s Note: Ha, ha…… I’m just going to go ahead and apologize now. 

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December bleeds into January, and on one particular Thursday evening, Jungkook is thoroughly drunk as fuck, his mind much more hazy and uncontrolled than he is use to, the adrenaline rush of his latest win of the basketball game turning into something else. Something much more controlled and determined, something strong enough to force him out the door of Jimin’s house party. No one inside is sober enough to make him stay.

He staggers down the stairs and makes his way across the pavement of sidewalks, ignoring the way he shoulders people, giggles profusely to himself, overcome with a stupid kind of confidence that can only be ignited with way too much alcohol in his system.

Not thinking too deeply about the consequences of any of his actions, he approaches a familiar apartment complex, scales the stairs in such a dizzying way he almost throws up into one of the nearby trash bins. He doesn’t, but he does manage to fling himself rather unceremoniously against the apartment number he knows so well that even his drunk self can recognize its significance.

“(Y/N)! Oh (Y/N)!” He yells in a sing-song voice, banging on the door so hard it echoes through the entire complex.

You swing the door open after his second swing, eyes wide and face flushed with vague irritation. “Jungkook, what the hell?” You snap, grabbing him by the wrist and hauling him inside the room. You slam the door shut after poking your head out to ensure none of your neighbors would report you for noise control. “I thought you were Jimin’s party, celebrating your big win, I may add.”

“Mmmm,” Jungkook whines in the back of his throat, launching himself at you to wrap his arms around your shoulder. “I wanted to see you—why couldn’t you go? It would have been so much fun with you!”  

You gingerly rest your own hands upon his shoulders. “Jungkook, I told you. I’m trying to finish up my essay. It’s due tomorrow. And why does it matter to you if I went or not? It’s not like we have to put up so much of a front now that everyone thinks that we’re dating.” The last statement slips past your lips without too much thought, and you hate how dry the words sound leaving your lips.

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Never Have I Ever

The crew plays Never Have I Ever and when the question “never have I ever fucked my best friend” is asked, it opens up both memories and opportunities for Jim and Leonard.

Based on this post by @rustleofthestars and contribution by @mccoymostly

Warnings: there is a tiny bit of maybe-nsfw :)


NEVER HAVE I EVER

Leonard McCoy is not a teenager anymore so how he ends up playing Never Have I Ever is completely beyond him.

It’s probably Jim.

As he sees the other down a shot with practiced ease, he decides it is definitely Jim.

It started out innocently enough, moving along to the “never have I ever been black-out drunk” and “never have I ever backed down from a bar fight” questions.

Then it’s Pavel’s turn.

Pavel who has drunk more than Leonard and truth be told he’s a bit worried about the kid. Both for his alcohol levels as for his future. Now, though, the Russian just furrows his brow in thought and then with a smirk says: “Never have I ever fucked my best friend,”

The moment the words leave Pavel’s lips Leonard turns to look at Jim.

Jim, who turns to Leonard with a smirk.

Jim, whose moans, soft fingers and kisses Leonard still remembers.

Jim.

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Sassy quotes in The Infernal devices

- “Ah,” said a voice from the doorway, “having your annual ‘everyone thinks Will is a lunatic’ meeting, are you? 
“It’s biannual,” said Jem. “And no, this is not that meeting.” 



- "Reparations,“ said Jem suddenly,setting down the pen he was holding.
Will looked at him in puzzlement. "Is this a game? We just blurt out whatever word comes next to mind? In tha case, mine’s ‘genuphobia.’ It means an unreasonable fear of knees.



-“They’re not hideous,” said Tessa.
Will blinked at her. “What?”
“Gideon and Gabriel,” said Tessa. “They’re really quite good-looking, not hideous at all.”
“I spoke,” said Will, in sepulchral tones, “of the pitch-black inner depths of their souls.”
Tessa snorted. “And what color do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale?”
“Mauve,” said Will.”



-"I don’t think you can fight because you’re wearing a wedding dress,” said Jem “For what it’s worth, I don’t think Will could fight in that dress either.”

“Perhaps not,” said Will who had ears like a bat’s. “But I would make a radiant bride.”



-How rude. Many who have gazed upon me have compared the experience to gazing
at the radiance of the sun.“ said will.
Jem still had his eyes closed. "If they mean it gives you a headache, they aren’t wrong.”




-But you are not a lady, Jessamine—,” Charlotte began.“Dear me,” said Will. “Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion.”




-Remember when you tried to convince me to feed a poultry pie to the mallards in the park to see if you could breed a race of cannibal ducks?“ 

"They ate it too,” Will reminisced. “Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.




-Are you implying that shreds of my reputation remain intact?” Will demanded with mock horror. “Clearly I have been doing something wrong. Or not something wrong, as the case may be." 

He banged on the side of the carriage. "Thomas! We must away at once to the nearest brothel. I seek scandal and low companionship.



-Will rolled up his sleeves. "We’ll probably have to knock down the door–”
“Or,” said Jem, reaching out and giving the knob a twist, “not.”
The door swung open onto a rectangle of darkness.
“Now, that’s simply laziness,” said Will.




-So you’re a Shadowhunter,’ Nate said. 'De Quincey told me that you lot were monsters.’
'Was that before or after he tried to eat you?’ Will inquired.




-So you don’t ever get angry at him?“
Jem laughed out loud. "I would hardly say that. Sometimes I want to strangle him.”
“How on earth do you prevent yourself?”
“I go to my favorite place in London,” said Jem, “and I stand and look at the water, and I think about the continuity of life, and how the river rolls on, oblivious of the petty upsets in our lives.”
Tessa was fascinated. “Does that work?”
“Not really, but after that I think about how I could kill him while he slept if I really wanted to, and then I feel better.




-Tessa poked at her left incisor with her tongue. It was flat again, an ordinary tooth. "I don’t understand what makes them come out like that!”
“Hunger,” said Jem. “Were you thinking about blood?”
“No.”
“Were you thinking about eating me?” Will inquired. 
“No!”
“No one would blame you,” said Jem. “He’s very annoying.




-Blue does not go with everything,” Will told her. “It does not go with red, for instance.”
“I have a red and blue striped waistcoat,” Henry interjected, reaching for the peas.
“And if that isn’t proof that those two colors should never be seen together under Heaven, I don’t know what is.

day 1 (favorite quote) // “Somebody needs to take care of Mac, and that’s gonna be me.”


They’re 19 and Dennis is home for Christmas and he finds himself waking up that morning nestled under three layers of blankets, Mac’s arms wrapped tightly around his bony frame. He can feel Mac’s nose gently pressed against the nape of his neck, the warm puffs of Mac’s breath raising goosebumps along his skin.

He can’t recall how he ended up there - all he remembers is an inordinate amount of alcohol from the night before, really potent stuff that he had smuggled back home from his fraternity house. Despite his throbbing temples and pounding headache, the hangover is completely worth it - he’s so close that he feels each rise and fall of Mac’s chest, his slow, peaceful heartbeat pulsing underneath his soft sleeveless tee.

He can hear Mac beginning to stir awake, and he quickly tries to roll over and free himself from Mac’s tight grip, not quite ready for an early morning Catholic guilt-ridden monologue from him.

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“Those Three Words Aren’t Enough” - Part 3

Your best friend Chris Evans is going to marry the love of his life this weekend and you’ve never been more excited for something – besides maybe seeing your other best friend Sebastian Stan again after you haven’t see him for months. However, your reunion doesn’t happen as you thought it would be.

Warning: Some curse words
Sebastian Stan x Reader
Part THREE

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anonymous asked:

hello! can you guys suggest multi-chaptered fics for Dramione just enjoying their married life? like, a slice of life type of plot that includes their friends and family? i’ve read The Request, The Deadline and Confessions but was hoping for smth that featured more of the slice of life angle than the exciting plot. it can range from young Dramione to older/mature with or without kids. i hope this was specific enough...? thank you!

Title: A reluctant return
Author: Laura 001
Rating: M
Genre(s): Mystery
Chapters: 35
Word Count: 65,392
Summary: It is four years after the war and a married Hermione and Draco are forced to return to England from their home in France. How will everyone react when they see the two? Will friendships survive, strengthen, or will they be torn asunder?

Title: Chemistry of a Car Crash
Author: JamesPotterwasntaseeker
Rating: M
Genre(s): Romance, Drama
Chapters: 20
Word Count: 49,522
Summary: Hermione has lost her memory. When she discovers that she’s married to Draco Malfoy she thinks it’s a ploy he created himself. Will Draco be  able to get her memory back or will he get her to fall in love with him all over again?

Title: Decisions
Author: PierreJ92
Rating: M
Genres: Loss/Angst/Romance/Hurt/Comfort/Depression/Children
Chapters: 16
Word Count: 44,456
Summary: Draco and Hermione are thrown from their lives of blending in to deal with the problems facing them. Their love story and how they came to be Post War.

Title: Family Matters
Author: cleotheo
Rating: PG-13/T
Genre(s): Family, Friendship
Chapters: 12
Word Count: 29,553
Summary: Shortly after Lucius is released from Azkaban, Narcissa is attacked and ends up in hospital. Draco and Hermione return to the country to support his parents, and while Hermione is getting to know her father-in-law she also has to deal with seeing her friends for the first time in years.

Title: Forgettable Vows
Author: twin-v
Rating: T
Genre(s): Romance, Humor
Chapters: 14
Word Count: 43,205
Summary: Draco and Hermione wake up together in bed one morning with headaches, no clothes, and horror when they see each other. But it seems there is so much more to it than inebriation… four years’ worth of wedded bliss, in fact.

Title: Laws and Love
Author: NJ Coffee Queen
Rating: T
Genre(s): Romance, Family
Chapters: 15
Word Count: 18,628
Summary: With the repeal of the Marriage Law, Draco and Hermione reexamine their life together.

Title: Redemption
Author: anondracomalfoy
Rating: M
Genre(s): Romance, Mystery, Angst
Chapters: 23
Word Count: 76,246
Summary: Hermione works at St. Mungos, and the fourth floor has recently made a discovery and inadvertently retrieved her biggest regret-her lost and seemingly Obliviated husband, Draco Malfoy. Draco is forced to return to her, and strange things begin to occur.

Title: Spellbound
Author: cleotheo
Rating: T
Genre(s): Romance, Mystery, Angst
Chapters: 13
Word Count: 25,922
Summary: An Auror raid goes tragically wrong, leaving Draco Malfoy in a coma. When he wakes he must deal with a life he doesn’t remember and a wife he despises.

- Lisa

Just Another Day in Paradise

PAIRING: Phan (Phil / Dan)
GENRE: fluff
WORD COUNT: 1,641
WARNINGS: pre-smut, mentions of sex, but no sex, cute parent!phan stuffs, mpreg 
SUMMARY: songfic based off of Just Another Day in Paradise by Phil Vassar
AUTHORS NOTE: I thought dan and phil having their own kids instead of adoption would be cool. Also yes this is a country song.

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soulmates see color (IzuMito)

Happy late birthday @elenathehun​.  I wrote IzuMito like you wanted ^.^  💕 

(AO3 link - contains all author notes)


This is fucking ridiculous.

Izuna drags a hand down his face, closing his eyes to the massive warehouse full of various merchandise, and sincerely regrets asking his father for this mission. He certainly hadn’t wanted to accompany Uncle Kenrou’s group to the western desert with his brother (of all miserable places), but he also hadn’t realized at the time that he’d have to track this group of thieves south and east to cut over nearly the entirety of Hi no Kuni, sneak past patrols from several different clans (most of whom would love to kill him), and then curve back upwards to stop within kunai-throwing distance of the Yu no Kuni border.

And now he’s finally caught up to his quarry, except they’ve already sold his client’s priceless (and pointless) trinket to a merchant.

A very successful merchant.

One who possess an unnecessarily large stock in his opinion and is either the most disorganized and eclectic woman Izuna’s ever come across or who has evidently met her soulmate and decided afterwards to implement a color-based organizational scheme among her products.

Which makes this night so much better given that to him everything just looks like a mass of yellows and grays with a scattering of blues.

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AnonAsks: I’m hungover right now, and it’s got me thinking, how dose Qrow help Summer when she’s hungover? (Or vice versa)


I’ve mentioned before that Qrow and Summer were both pretty frequent drinkers back in their Beacon days. Well, that doesn’t really change once they graduate. The two of them spend their first year after graduation living in a small apartment in Vale, and that leads to having a lot of access to the Kingdoms night life.

Summer and Qrow both have high tolerances at this point in their lives, but every now and again Summer has the desire to drink the “girly drinks”, or rather, the sugary cocktails. She will pound back a few cosmopolitans, martini’s and daiquiri’s, and then be dead by morning with a pounding headache and sensitive (and empty from expelling her food the previous night) stomach.

Having a lifetime’s worth of experiences with hangovers, Qrow knows that the key is to get a lot of water and sodium-enriched food in your system. His go-to’s are generally soups. Ramen, Miso Soup, Classic Chicken Noodle, and any variety of Pho are in his repertoire of cooking skills.

Summer, like many of us, is done with everyone and everything while hungover. She detests the world at the moment and the only thing keeping her from chasing those noisy birds away is her inability to get out of bed. 

Roommates (Fin x reader)

Summary (loosely based off a request by @imlaughingimcrying ): Fin and the reader are roommates who are almost complete opposites. Fin decides to make her loosen up, but things turn awry when they both wake up the next morning.

Warning(s): implied sexual activity (nothing raunchy though)

 

I groaned loudly as I rolled over in bed, the sweet sound of silence lulling me back to sleep. I blindly reached over to the side of my bed, searching for my phone. My fingers soon came into contact with the cool metal, sending a sigh of relief through my tired body. I squinted, looking up towards the bright screen, reading the time. 8:30. I bolted up in my bed, instantaneously. I read over my phone another time, I had to be dreaming.

I quickly pulled myself out of bed, hurriedly running towards the bathroom. I splashed a handful of cold water onto my face, almost immediately waking me up. I sat for a second, gasping from the shock of the water. I looked over at the toilet; the seat flipped up. I had told him so many times to keep the seat down, though he never seems to listen to the things coming out my mouth anymore. Looking towards the shower, I debated stepping inside; opting out last minute as I walked out into the hallway.

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because it’s not enough

✩ jb (im jaebum), park jinyoung feat. jyp and ocs x got7
✩ angst x fluff x romance 
✩ business men / fashion designer!au
rated x warnings; sexual content, mentions of threesome, language

You stood in front of your mannequin, examining the beautiful silk red gown hanging snug around the frame. Although as gorgeous as the dress was, there was something missing. Something you couldn’t put your finger on and it was frustrating you to exhaustion.

The rest of the house was quiet as it was well into the night. You had drawn your curtains from the glass doors that led out too you balcony, letting the bright moonlight beam inside. The only artificially light you had on was the spotlight lamp at your desk, pointed at the stunning red gown.

Leaning against your work desk and staring at your mannequin, you crossed your arms and sighed, pondering on what else could be added to this piece to make it perfect.

“Oh!”

You reached over, snatching a blade from it’s container and walked over towards the right side of the dress. You knelt down, pressing your fingers against the material and the frame of the mannequin. Eyeing the long red dress from top to bottom a few times, you held the bottom of the silk material before ripping a slit from the upper thigh all the way down to the end.

“Perfect.”

It was going to be a headache to sew the edges of the new slit, but you knew you could do it and it would be worth it.

“May I should wait ‘til morning to finish…”

A light knock tapped against your bedroom door and you glanced over your shoulder curiously, wondering if any of the other girls in the house were still awake.

“Come in,” you answered, standing up from the ground to put away your blade.

“Someone’s up late,” a low, familiar voice spoke into your quiet room.

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Perfect Stranger

Part 1 of Spotlight

Summary: You’ve just moved across the country but your stuff is stuck in a storm one state over. A neighbor (Dean… obviously) offers to let you stay at his apartment until your stuff shows up. Neighbor!Dean AU

Word Count:2387

Warnings: None

A/N: I was going to just make this a one-part fluffy oneshot, but apparently I’m incapable of writing anything without an angsty backstory and at least one psychotic or sociopathic element. Also, as I was writing this, I came across the song Spotlight by Patrick Stump and it seemed to fit perfectly for the series in that cheesy the moral of this story is kind of way. But yeah, this one-part oneshot accidentally turned into a over-20,000 word story. Sorry about that. One of these days I’ll write a one-part fluffy oneshot. Maybe.

Spotlight by Patrick Stump

Spotlight Series Masterlist


“No, I understand,” you said into your phone, pinching the bridge of your nose. “We can’t exactly control the weather, can we?”

“We’ll have the truck to your place as soon as the roads open. And we’ll even give you thirty percent off the final price for the delay.” The man on the other end of the call really did seem apologetic, though probably just because the situation cut into his profits.

“Thanks. Just… call to let me know when I can expect you guys, I guess.” He promised he would and you ended the call.

“Dammit!” You yelled. The outburst didn’t make you feel as good as you’d expected, so you kicked the tires of your old junker car. Jumping back and holding your toes, you groaned. “Ugh, dammit all.”

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phone calls

drabble!!

pairing: oak x reader

prompt: i was fighting with one of my friends and this happened lol

words: 500ish

a/n: first oak. just a short lil drabble. i hope u like it lol lemme know xo



You were on the phone with him, crying your eyes out.

“Oak, this can’t be happening!” You sobbed as you paced the floor. Your breathing was labored, the tears choking you up.

“Y/N,” he sighed. His voice sounded warm. “She’s going to get over it, she has to.”

“You don’t know that!”

“Of course I do. I was in high school too,” Oak smiled.

You rolled your eyes. Oak had left for college this year and left you - his best friend - back in high school as a senior. You best girl friend - well, exbest girl friend - had just posted a picture of you on her Instagram, calling you a back stabbing bitch for stealing her man. When in fact, you already had eyes for someone else. Cough cough.

“I didn’t even do it. Fucking Lindsay -”

“Literally.”

You held back a giggle before continuing, “Lindsay was screwing him for months. All I did was ask him for help on chemistry -”

“Chemistry? I’m good at chemistry. Why didn’t you ask -”

“And suddenly I’m a slut? It’s ridiculous.”

You continued to hear Oak grumble about chemistry for a moment before sighing.

“Your friendship with her is toxic, Y/N. You know that.”

You squeezed your eyes shut. You did, every day she made you feel worse about yourself but since you spent the last four years at her side, how could you leave her now?

“I know,” you huffed.

“She forgot your birthday,” he said softly, making your heart flutter a little.

You nearly winced at the memory of this past year. You were turning 18 and she couldn’t be bothered to so much as text you. Even then, you hate to admit it but the following Monday, seeing her so flustered and nervous when your teacher asked how your birthday was? It felt good.

“But you didn’t,” you laughed half-heartedly. Oak had surprised you by coming home with cake and balloons, making you smile so big your cheeks hurt.

You could hear Oak’s smile through the phone, “No, I didn’t. Not that I could ever forget.”

You felt better. He always made things better. Hell, everything he did or said made your life better. You felt a headache starting from all the tears of that night.

“I love you,” you whispered into your phone.

Without missing a beat, Oak immediately responded, “I love you more. Go get some sleep. Text me in the morning.”

You agreed, telling him goodnight before falling asleep, replaying his last sentence in your head.

You woke up the following morning with five texts from him.

from: oaktree

i love you. kill today. she isn’t worth it. walk in with your head held high and kick ass.

i love you

i already said that

oh well

i love you anyways

Back To School

Summary: A short drabble about you and Sebastian being typical parents on your child’s first day at school. Listen to this while reading!

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 1,020

A/N: This should have been posted yesterday! But I’m procrastination incarnate. I got this idea while watching the news on all the local children going back to school. I really hope you like it. Warning: super fluffy, implied smut. And this is my first fic ever using ‘you’ instead of ‘she’, so cut me some slack if it’s not perfect.

PS: Y/S/N = Your Son’s Name

Originally posted by ghostwritingforyou

“Breakfast is ready!”

The sounds of footsteps running along the hardwood floors could be heard above you. The pitter-patter of your son’s feet, excitedly running through the hallways and down the stairs, before he came to a halt at your side. A giant smile was plastered on his face as he looked up at the plate of chocolate chip pancakes that you were holding above him.

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Roomates- Fuckboy!Jun (Part 3)

A/N Sorry it took so long to update/ read the ask, I’ve been busy with school stuff but here’s part 3 of roomates (im open to other requests as well, so feel free to request anything) :)

Strong Language Ahead

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Step one: Flaunt yourself in front of him, get his attention and make him want you.

It was all a little too easy given the way he usually acted but you had to start somewhere and you chose somewhere simple. Your gym clothes usually grabbed the most attention day-to-day but from the one occasion when you went out whilst he was at your apartment you learned that tight dresses and high heels really got the slease going.

“EunJae, lets go out, i feel like I wanna forget the past week” JunHui being the main reason. It didn’t take long for EunJae to show up on your doorstep dressed to the nines but it took some careful consideration on your part to decide on the outfit you like the best. Anything tight was good but anything skintight was better. So you chose a black bodycon dress that had a plunge neckline to show one cleavage that you were sure would have the little perv drooling.

A beat face, diamond choker, body chain and a pair of silver sandal heels later and you were dressed and ready to kill. It was a shame that Jun wouldn’t be coming with you but your plan allowed no room for improvisation, everything had to be perfect and with one quick look in the mirror everything was.

You almost burst out laughing when you emerged from you bedroom and saw the slack-jawed expression on Jun’s face. Priceless. Sadly the memory couldn’t be saved but you were sure you’d see the look again if all went well.

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You blamed a trio of double vodka cokes and an entire clubs worth of tequila shots for the headache but you were sure it was mojitos that influenced your bad decisions and whilst getting drunk was apart of your perfect plan, sleeping with Jun’s best friend Soonyoung was not. 

You only vaguely remembered screaming and running up to the affectionately nicknamed Hoshi at the club when you saw him but you vividly remembered the ensuing night. And god did you regret every second after it, maybe not a particular hour after but you regretted most of it. Even more so when you noticed that the two of you were at your apartment. Where Jun was.

“Morning lovebirds, eventful night?” Why was he so smug? Was there really need, or did he just enjoy being a prick. 

“Fuck off.” Surprisingly that wasn’t you. Hoshi seemed just as annoyed.

“Weren’t you asleep?” Jun asked in a way like he was saying ‘haha I caught your lie’ but there wasn’t a lie to tell he just loved to annoy.

“Yeah no shit, I was asleep, so fuck off so I can sleep more” Hoshi turned back into the pillow and slung his arm over your body, trapping you in the bed. You watched as Jun slowly backed out of the room. What the fuck had drunk you gotten yourself into.

happy mother’s day!

Rated T, No Warnings, Multi

Pairing: KageHinaTsukkiYama – Kageyama Tobio/Hinata Shouyou/Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi, YamaKage – Yamaguchi Tadashi/Kageyama Tobio, basically Yamaguchi/everyone, lol.

Summary: As captain of Karasuno Volleyball Club, Yamaguchi had changed a lot since his first year. He finally mastered the float serve. Puberty was gracious to him. He had gotten piercings and tattoos. Most importantly, though, he had picked up a new skill. His maternal instincts. 

[Four times Yamaguchi had helped his team, and one time the team helped him.]

Tags: Third Year!First Years, Timeskip, Captain!Yamaguchi, Mamaguchi, pretty much Yamaguchi-centric

Read on AO3. 

for @emuyh bc i randomly wanted to write another fic based on their hq timeskip!! if you haven’t seen @emuyh-art ‘s timeskip, i definitely recommend it. it’s incredible!

this is basically a collection of the most memorable times yamaguchi was accurately named mamaguchi. it also has the ot4 tsukkiyamakagehina bc honestly my fav, and a side of yamayama bc ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

also, author notes at the end!! pls read them!! it might explain stuff


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Tsukishima gently rubbed his temple. Hours of watching volleyball footage had given him a headache. It didn’t help that he hadn’t taken a break, either. Even his glasses couldn’t save him from that migraine. It was his own fault.

Stretching, he stood up to take a painkiller and eat a quick snack, then straight back to the videos. If Karasuno wanted to win the next day, Tsukishima needed to analyze each and every team. There was no room for mistakes.

Especially not in their third year.  

“Fuck,” he muttered, feeling dizzy. The glow from the alarm clock told him it was nearing one in the morning. He knew he should go to bed, but he still had another hour’s worth of videos to watch. His vision swam as he made his way into the kitchen, determined to at least eat something. He hadn’t eaten anything, too busy with coming up with a game plan.

Tsukishima decided on a couple of granola bars and a glass of milk. After the granola bars had been downed, his headache subsided just a bit, and the dizziness was gone. He made his way back into his room, ready to watch another video.

A ding! from his phone stopped him.

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Taking pills and drinking will give you consequences. The scatter of your thoughts, the want of the drug.. the headache in the morning, it’s a naceus way of living
Killing will have consequences. The one you killed is here no longer.. the ones who loved them are ruined, and you have the memory and guilt stuck inside you for time and all eternity.
But the only consequence of love is heartbreak.
When I die, and if I go to hell and I’m asked if loving the person I loved was worth it, even if I was told not to. I will say yes. It was so worth it. Because I did not poison my body, I filled it with warmth, and I did not kill a human, I added to there life.
So no, I do not regret the love I gave, because to me. Love is harmless.
—  abby worthington