but seriously why did he name this as a scribble um this is really good

Accidentally Exposed - Josh Dun Smut

A/N: Thank’s for 500, here’s a long ass Josh Dun smut to celebrate.

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Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Type: Smutty smut

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Blood, nudes, sex, the fun stuff

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Originally posted by jcsephsdun

“I understand,” you say through gritted teeth. “Thank you for the consideration.” 

You push the end button and throw your phone onto the carpet of your apartment frustratedly, wanting to scream but also crawl under the covers and cry your eyes out.

You were a newly graduated student from a photography college and had big dreams to have your own photography company, but that wasn’t going so well to say the least. Right out of college, you moved straight to the heart of California, hoping to land as much as an internship with a company. Your resume was online and on many websites, but you barely got offered jobs, to which you weren’t even interested in. And when you applied to companies, you were rejected. Since you had to pay the bills, you had landed a job as a bartender, earning less than minimum wage to pay for your rent. You were past the state of angry and sad. You were loosing hope and money at rapid pace. 

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anonymous asked:

don't know if you watch pd101 but if you do could you pleaaaase write a kang daniel college!au? he has effectively ruined my life 🙃🙃🙃🙃

i do!! ill write a mini one for him ^^

  • major: public health + paramedic certificate because he wants to work as a part of an ER response team
  • sports: dance team, football team
  • is essentially the school sweetheart and everyone knows him as the guy who’d give you the shirt off his back if you asked
  • quite literally,,,,jisung played a joke once and asked daniel if he could borrow his shirt because his next period class was SUPER cold and daniel,,,,,,,,,,literally took off his shirt
  • rumor has it some chick fainted from the sight of his bare shoulders but no one knows if this was confirmed or not (seongwoo claims it totally is true)
  • but like he really does his best to try and help others out,,,especially freshman or younger students in the course who seem to be struggling with adjusting to like college life
  • he’s like the reliable big brother who is smiley and soft and will teach you silly dance moves on the quad
  • but is also super serious about helping people and isn’t scared of anything, from jumping into a fire to save someone in need of medical assistance to carrying people who’ve broken legs,,,,,,,
  • also let’s take a moment to imagine daniel in the paramedic like get up like the uniform,,,,thank u 
  • everyone thinks its super adorable that daniel’s first rescue story was saving his cat who got stuck in a tree
  • like how TYPICAL and CORNY but also,,,,,,he’s an angel who walks the earth amiright
  • seongwoo is always like “my bestfriend is going to be the next iron man~ captian,,,,where did you study again my dude??? canada?? captain CANADA” 
  • and daniel is like embarrassed but also,,,,,he loves his friends and is happy they support him but seriously captain canada thats worse than when jisung got the football team to refer to him as quarterback cat-lover
  • you’re actually one of the TAs for one of the tests in the paramedic course and there’s a requirement of paramedics being able to carry at least 125 pounds by themselves and you’re supposed to be checking off who can pick up the human dummy and who cant
  • and so you’re going down the list and ur like “next,,,,kang daniel?”
  • and you don’t look up when he steps over you just motion with your hand toward the dummy and you’re like “pick him up and walk three laps around the room”
  • and when you look up you almost drop your clipboard because ,,,, this handsome boy smiles and is like sure!! and uve never seen someone so happy to drag around a plastic human before
  • but there he is,,,,hosting the dummy up like it weighs n o t h i n g
  • and he turns to u and is like “can i try carrying two?” and ur like ,,,,uh,,,,,s,,,sure???
  • and once again he baffles you,,,picking up the other dummy and going on his merry way
  • and in what seems like the shortest period of time than everyone else you tested he does his three circles and stops in front of you
  • carefully setting the dummy’s down and wiping at his forehead,,,,that pretty grin on his face
  • and he’s like “all good??”
  • and ur like,,,,y,,,yes,,,,um,,,,,,,,yes you’re good
  • with a bow he says thanks and leaves the room and you’re like what,,,,,,who,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • and you look down at his name again and you’re like “kang daniel,,,,,,,are you superhuman/!??!?!”
  • for the next week you can’t get him off your mind,,,and you’re sure it’s because he’s not only strong and cute but because you’ve been a TA for the program for this whole semester and no one has ever just looked that happy to do the tests
  • and one afternoon you’re eating lunch with a friend in the campus cafe when you spot daniel,,,,at a table with his health books stacked up near his tray (which is also stacked with food)
  • ad at some point ur friend is like heY,,, hEY stop staring you’re going to DROOL
  • and ur like !!!!!! WOOPS but they also nudge and are like “kang daniel huh? he’s cuuuuute~ go talk to him!!!” and ur like HA,,,I ,,,,,,,,wasn’tlookingathimiwaslookingathis,,,,,sandwich
  • and ur friend rolls their eyes but when u look back daniel???? is staring back at you
  • and when you make eye contact he perks up and waves and ur like ?????????? looking around and then pointing at urself and he nods and waves u over
  • and u get up and ur friend lets out a whistle as you go to sit beside him and ur like ,,,,hey,,,, and he smiles again and the way his cheeks go up and his teeth show is SO DAMN CUTE
  • and he’s like “not to sound full of myself but i noticed you were looking at me for a while, whats up?”
  • and you,,,,,,almost dIE of embarrassment on the spot because oh frick he saw you
  • but you’re also like o,,,oh i ,,,i was just,,,,,um,,,,,,ur the guy who carried two dummies at the test a week ago??? and i was like oH is that you or not you you kno-
  • but daniel just chuckles and closes his book 
  • and he’s like “yep that was me,,,,,but i dont think thats why you were looking.”
  • and you feel ur mouth go dry and you’re like i,,,, um– but daniel just points to your friend with his pen and is like “do you think they’ll be ok with me stealing you away for a little date to the movie tonight?”
  • and ur like!!!!!!!!! ,,,, o,,,oh and u look at ur friend who just shooting hearts and thumbs up at u
  • and daniel is like lol they remind me of jisung but ur also like ,,,, i,,,i think ,,, they’ll be ok with that
  • and daniel winks,,,handing you the pen and rolling up his sleeve
  • and he’s like “here, write your number down and ill call u to set up a time”
  • and u cant believe it as you’re scribbling down ur number,,,,,but it’s true he calls u around 7 and u guys go see a movie and it’s adorable and daniel is a gentleman through and through paying for everything,,,,,telling you he likes the way you look all serious during the dramatic scenes,,,,holding your hand when he takes you back to your dorm
  • even a light kiss on your forehead,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,it’s a dream come true
  • dating college!daniel: he is really good in all his classes but he tends to be LATE so he’s always rushing in the morning but he never fails to send you a ‘good morning, i love you’ text, doesnt really like coffee so u get into the habit of buying him smoothies and he thinks its cute how u remember this about him also those smoothies are really good for his vegetable intake u are so thoughtful, you and daniel adopt the newest paramedic trainee woojin, daniel is suchhhhh a tease he always sneaks up behind you when ur studying to wrap u up in his arms and kiss on your neck, jisung always makes faces when u guys pda but tbh he loVES seeing daniel so happy with you, seongwoo is like “im his original soulmate” but he’s just joking hehe, daniel sends u pics of cats he sees on the street, you guys get matching rings like a month into it because kang daniel goes HARD for love, favorite dates range from laser tag to night fireworks on the beach, thinks its cute when you wear his flannels to class or during finals because u guys are both studying and u cant see him so often but they remind you of him, daniel takes you with him to get his first tattoo and u hold his hand the whole time, he’s kinda bad at realizing he isnt invincible so sometimes ull find scrapes on him and have to bandage him up, did anyone say morning after laughter under the sheets: yeah i did for KANG DANIEL who loves skinship and YOU 
Tomato Soup and Lemon Zest: Catiac Agreste

Rating: Teen

Chapters: 2/3

ao3  fanfic   1 - 2 - 3

Notes: This is not how I thought this chapter would go, and I intended this to be two chapters wtf

P.S. Please let me know what you think! (Also, if anything is offensive, tell me, I like to consider people’s feelings) 

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“Oh my God,” Adrien fell back on his bed, hugging his pillow to his face to suppress the ever waiting wail he’d let out.

Plagg blinked at him slowly while chewing on a slice of camembert. He could almost see the red in Adrien’s face burning through the cushion.

“Plagg…”

“Yeah?”

“Plaaaaaggg…”

“Um, yeah?”

“PLAA-”

“YEAH. OK. Adrien, I’m listening… just say whatever it is before I stop caring.”

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Seigneur-terraces [Suga]

{{ noun // coffee dwellers who sit at a table for a long time but spend little money }}

He’s basically like a cup of coffee: hot and bitter.

Fluff. Coffee Shop AU. 1,107 words.

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Mondays are the worst, you think sourly to yourself, as you wipe the counters and pull down the chairs from on top of the tables. Amber called in sick, so you’re alone in the front of the coffee shop, and god knows you shouldn’t bother Joonmyeon when he’s going through the bills for this place in his back office.

Finishing up with cleaning the interior, you make your way to your usual spot behind the counter before starting up the coffee machines and making sure all the extras, like hot fudge and caramel, are filled and in stock.

Napkin holders full? Check.

Sugar packets and stirrers put out? Check.

Pastries all set out in the display case? Check.

Angry boy staring at you from the door? Check.

Oh, wait.

You quickly hurry over to said boy as he jabs pointedly towards the opening hours sign and ‘closed’ sign.

Flipping the sign to say 'open,’ you rush to open the door, letting the boy stride in.

“Oh my god, I’m really sor–”

“Uh huh, I’m sure you are.”

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lost in translation (an antoine griezmann imagine)

Originally posted by goingkrizi

Summary: Antoine goes to a press conference and things don’t go entirely to plan

She cleared her throat and tapped her foot nervously before sipping from her coffee flask. Press conferences were always boring. Always awkward and uncomfortable with the constant flash of photographers’ cameras, full of repetitive questions and repetitive answers discussing “how exciting the next match was going to be” and the ways in which “international football was developing up in such a brilliant and exciting direction”. Boring, boring, so fucking boring.

When her boss had told her she’d be interpreting for the Antoine Griezmann in a press conference prior to a France v. Portugal international friendly, she’d been ecstatic. Not as an Atletico supporter, or as a football fan in general, but from a purely business-orientated point of view. Interpreting for one of the biggest names in football would do wonders for her (currently minute) clientele, and after getting fired from her last job teaching high school French, after a particularly embarrassing drunken episode at the end of term Christmas party, she was becoming increasingly desperate.

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klance coffee shop au because why not

The afternoon shift was busy as usual, although they had cleared through the rush hour. The tables were mostly occupied and a drone of conversation could be heard over the soft music played in the coffee shop. 

Lance sighed as he leaned against the counter, cracking his knuckles. He glanced at the clock. Four p.m. was the time to take it easy. 

“You holding up there Lance?” Hunk asked as he wiped the counter. 

“Yeah! There were way too many people this afternoon don’t you think?” 

“It’s mostly freshmen.” Hunk replied. “You know, excited and wanting to know the joys of a coffee shop in a new city…before the crushing reality of the importance of this education comes into full force.” He waved his arm as if he had pulled away some non-existent curtain to show the ‘reality’. 

“Well,” Lance grinned. “We were like that. Innocent. Excited. Turning over a new chapter of our lives.” He patted Hunk who snorted. “And now look at us. Still kicking but…with a more refined charm.” 

“If you call cursing like a sailor at your report a refined charm.” 

“That was one time and I’m sorry I woke you up.” Lance waved his hand and Hunk shook his head. 

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Teenage Dream Chapter 2

Lauren parked her black Mazda 3 hatchback in the garage, grabbing her bag from the backseat as she stepped out of the car. Since she excelled in school and her family being rather wealthy, with both her parents being doctors, they offered to buy the girl any car she wanted when she got her license as a reward. Originally she had her eyes set on a cute black BMW 120i but she figured it’d draw too much attention, after all they were in a small town in Miami, not many people owned a BMW or any of the luxury car brands. Instead she settled for a more average type car, a black Mazda 3.

No one really ever took notice of her car; they were all too busy fawning over Siope’s Chevy Camaro that he received for his 16th birthday. Unlike the girl he wasn’t afraid to show off his wealth to which also boosted his popularity.

She walked into the kitchen greeting her mother with a kiss.

“Hi, mom” she greeted as she opened the fridge taking out a can of soda.

“Hey, Lo. How was school?” asked her mother as she was cutting vegetables.

“Good, I got 100% on my maths test.”

“Ah, that’s amazing. I’m proud of you. I always knew you got your brains from me” praised her mother.

“Yes, mom.” The Girl said rolling her eyes, “Oh, before I forget a girl from school’s coming over tomorrow at around 6” she added.

Mrs. Jauregui had stopped cutting the vegetables and looked up at her daughter with one eyebrow raised.

“A girl hey?” she asked winking.

“It’s not like that mom” the Girl said rolling her eyes, “I have to tutor her. She’s pretty behind so my teacher asked me to help her. That’s all”

“Ok, whatever you say Lo. Just so you know, open door policy”

“Mom, stop. I told you it’s not like that”

“Ok, ok” laughed her mother, resuming her cutting.

“I’m going over to Siope’s after dinner” added the Girl, grabbing a cookie out of the jar.

“Ah, Lo I wish you’d make some new friends. I love Siope like a son, but I think you should spend time with other people besides Siope” Mrs. Jauregui sighed.

“I know. I just don’t get along with anyone else. Anyway only 2 more years and I won’t be here anymore. I plan to go to New York or something. Why would I bother making friends with people I won’t see after graduation anyway?” answered the girl.

“Ok,” sighed her mother, “Dinner will be ready in an hour” she added.

“Alright, I’ll be upstairs doing my homework”

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After dinner Lauren had was in her lounge room sitting on her couch as she played on her Play Station 3. She was currently playing Fallout: New Vegas when she heard Siope’s car’s ridiculously loud engine through the air. Looking out her window she saw her childhood friend step out of his car with a smug grin on his face. Yep, he just got laid. She thought.

Quickly saving her game before turning off the console and screen she ran out the door yelling a quick farewell to her parents. Since Siope was the only person she ever spent time with she never really had to tell her parents where she was going.

She jumped the fence before letting herself in the front door of the Folau residence. They had been neighbors and family friends ever since the teens were 5, so naturally they didn’t bother with knocking on the door anymore.

“Hey, Mrs. Folau” greeted the brunette hugging the woman.

“Hey Lauren. How are your parents?” asked the older woman making small talk.

“Ah, they’re good” replied Lauren.

“Jauregui. PS3, lounge room. Let’s go” called Siope as he descended the stairs.

“Siope, your father’s working late tonight. I’m going to head over to Lauren’s house since you two are always so loud when you play your video games in the lounge room. Food’s in the kitchen if you want some” informed Mrs. Folau as she made her way towards the door.

“Call of Duty?” asked Lauren.

“You know it” replied Siope setting up the equipment.

They had each settled down on separate beanbags each with their eye staring intently at the large TV screen, letting the sound system deafen them.

“So, I’m guessing you got into some girls pants. FAR OUT SIOPE, WATCH OUT. I know what that smug smile means” she practically had to yell over the sound that was originating from the game.

“Yeah, you know it Jauregui. She was so – JAUREGUI! SNIPER! - hot. Practically begged me to let her ride the Folau-man.” The boy said with pride.

“Trust. Can I ask you something?” she asked still practically yelling.

“You already did. What is it? Wait, I’ll lower the volume” he said lowering the volume on the sound system.

“What do you know about Camila Cabello?”

“Hm…SHIT SHIT HELP ME OUT…well she’s really hot” Lauren just rolled her eyes.

“Anything else?”

“Well, she’s 2nd in command to Dinah Hansen on the Cheerios. Girl can dance and I mean dance. Not the smartest girl there is but she’s hot, not as hot as Dinah though. Those are the two girls I practically haven’t slept with” he stated, his eyes still fixated on the screen.

“Really? Interesting” hummed the green eyed girl as she continued to play.

“Why do you ask? I’m going to the other side, maybe we can flank the bastard”

“Yeah, wait…OH, HEAD SHOT!” yelled the girl fist pumping the air, “Oh, I was just wondering. I’ve got to tutor Camila until her grades go up or something like that. Seeing her after school everyday, I think.” she added.

“WHOA SHIT! You’re so freakin’ lucky. Spending time with that fine ass right there.” congratulated Siope, patting Lauren on the back.

“I’m tutoring her, that’s all. Don’t take it the wrong way.”

“Hey, since she’s pretty tight with Dinah you reckon you could put in a good word for me? You know, so she can pass it onto Dinah?” he asked waggling his eyebrows.

“I’m just her tutor, that’s all. I will not help you get laid.” huffed the girl.

“What? Come on? I’m your best lesbro” he begged.

“You’re my only lesbro. Ugh, maybe” she said, placing her controller on the table, “I better head back home, I want to study a bit more.” she added.

“Seriously Jauregui? You’re one mega nerd.” teased the boy.

“If I were you I’d be nice. Remember who has the power to make or break your chances with Dinah.” reminded the Girl as she walked out the door.

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The next day in school Lauren noticed that Camila had been in more classes than she thought. How did she not realize the Brunette was in her, History, English, Math and Spanish class, oh right, she was always too busy doing her work to ever notice.

As she sat in the library furiously scribbling equations into her book she overheard a conversation in the cubicle opposite. It sounded like Camila and another girl she assumed to be Dinah Hansen, the girl Siope was fawning over.

“Sorry, I can’t hang out after practice for a while. I’m getting tutoring.” She heard the brunette say.

“Oh, it’s ok. How long do you have to get the tutoring for?” asked the other girl.

“Until my grades are above a pass. I’ve done pretty bad.”

“Who’s tutoring you?”

“Um, I think her name’s Lauren Jauregui.” The way Camila said her name made it sound more exotic, she now decided that hearing the brunette say her name had to be one of the most angelic things she’s ever heard.

“Lauren Jauregui, Lauren Jauregui…hm I don’t know who that is.” Pondered Dinah, trying to figure out if she’s ever met the girl.

Before she could continue eavesdropping someone had tapped the girl on the shoulder causing her to abruptly stand to attention and squeal. Everyone in the library turned their heads to the Girl who was now standing, her eyes darting everywhere eventually landing on Camila.

The brunette cheerleader gave her a sweet smile before getting up to leave with the head cheerleader.

Clearing her throat the girl turned towards the person who had frightened her.

“Ally?” she asked, adjusting her glasses.

“Hey, Ally. As you know I’m the co-captain of the Glee Club and –” before the diva could finish her sentence, Lauren was already packing up her equipment before turning to leave.

“I told you before, I don’t want to join Glee Club.” She answered before hurrying out the door.

This hadn’t been the first time Ally had tried to recruit the Girl. It first happened when Lauren stayed after school after picking up some extra credit homework. She was at her locker singing to herself when the diva heard her and from that day on she had been ruthlessly trying to recruit the girl. Ally claimed that Lauren had a unique voice, although not as skilled as her own it was unique none the less.

This hadn’t convinced the Girl to join, truth is she wanted to join, she loved to sing and play her guitar but she didn’t want to have the attention that came with being a Gleek. Sure, no one knew her name or called her a loser or nerd from time to time but this was better compared to what the Gleeks received.

Slushies were thrown on them on a daily basis and they often performed at school assemblies, she didn’t want to deal with all the attention. Instead she chose to refuse, however this never deterred the diva from trying to recruit the Girl.

It always ended the same, the diva would ask and the Girl would decline before running away.

Lauren ran into the girls bathroom trying to avoid the small diva who decided to chase after her. She ran into the room so fast she didn’t realize there was another girl standing in front of the mirror applying lip gloss. In her rush she had crashed into the girl, dropping her textbooks and stationary.

She opened her eyes, everything looked blurry. She realized she was on the ground and her glasses had fallen off. Great. She though as she lay there.

“Hey are you ok?” a sweet voice asked her, offering a hand.

“Uhh, yeah.” Groaned the Girl, taking the hand as she lifted herself up.

Since she still didn’t have her glasses on everything was a massive blur, all she could see was a tall girl who seemed to be wearing red and white and what seemed to be brunette hair.

Her vision was finally clear when the figure placed her glasses over her eyes for her. There she saw her, the girl crashed into, it was Camila.

“Oh, shoot. I’m so sorry Camila.” She apologized, trying to pick up all her stationary.

“Oh, it’s ok.” Chuckled the cheerleader, crouching down to the ground to help the Girl collect her fallen possessions.

“It’s ok. Y-you don’t have to.” She stuttered to the Brunette.

“I want to.” Chuckled Camila, handing the taller girl the last item from the floor.

“Um…thanks.” The brunette said awkwardly.

“No problem. I guess I’ll be seeing you today at your house.” Smiled the cheerleader.

“Y-yeah!” Lauren coughed trying to hide her enthusiasm, “Um. Yeah, sure. See you then.” She said trying to act calm and collected.

“You’re funny.” Giggled Camila as she headed out the door, “Bye.” she said sweetly.

“Bye.” Squeaked the Girl, watching the door close.

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“Hey Mom.” Greeted Lauren, kissing her mom on the cheek.

“Hi, Lo. How was school?” she asked as she filled out paper works.

“It was good. I managed to finish all my homework at school. Now all I have to do is study for upcoming tests.”

“That’s good. Since your dad ended up taking the night shift do you want to order in?” her mother asked whilst shuffling around some papers.

“Sure, want anything?” asked the Girl as she flicked through the various fast food pamphlets.

“No, it’s ok. Just order for yourself.”

“Alright, I’ll order later after I’ve studied.” Said the Girl as she trudged up her stairs towards her room.

2 hours later the door bell rang, Mrs. Jauregui called for her daughter to answer the door. Receiving no answer she got up from her desk and made her way towards the main foyer before opening the door.

Mrs. Jauregui saw a brunette girl who was donning, what seemed to be her daughters high school’s cheerleading uniform. Taking in the girl’s facial features she had a childlike innocence radiating from her presence. What she noticed was the Brunette girl’s eyes, they were a unique shade of brown and looked like they were filled with love and she had a feeling that this girl would drastically change her daughter’s life.

“Hello.” Mrs. Jauregui greeted politely, smiling at the girl.

“Hi, I’m Camila Cabello. Um I’m here to get tutoring from Lauren?”


High School AU: Smiley Face (Luke)

Hey guys it’s been awhile :( ! So we decided to start a sorta mini series of high school (or whatever year it should be in your country) imagines, so if you have any requests in mind, you know what to do. We’d just like to say thanks for sticking with us :)

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My eyes followed the thin red needle ticking away, waiting for the day to be over. Of all the ways to end my Friday, it just had to be during Trigonometry. Who the fuck thought it was a good idea to put numbers and letters together in the first place? My internal rant was interrupted by the teacher. “Don’t pack up just yet!” my teacher exclaimed, arousing series of groans from me and my peers. “Once you’re done with those worksheets, drop them off at my desk and wait for Luke to pass back your quizzes from last week. And make sure you study for your test! Just because it’s in two weeks doesn’t mean you should delay your preparations.”

A small smile etched my features at the thought of Luke. He was a senior, so he got to be a teacher’s assistant. I always saw him around school, but I never had the guts to talk to him. It’s not like he would ever talk to me anyway. I’m just a boring underclassman that stays in the corner of the classroom on Tumblr. That may be part of why there’s so many red markings on the papers that have just been placed on my desk. Noticing that his hand stayed between a few pages longer than necessary, I looked up to meet the cerulean eyes of Luke himself. Before I could even muster a hello, he was on to the next desk.

I let out a disappointed breath since this wasn’t the first time this has happened. Looking back down to see my test score, I cringed at the messy 71% scrawled at the top corner of the page. But as I examined the markings closer I saw…a star? Searching for some type of key at the bottom, I saw instructions telling me to flip to page 3. I immediately turn the pages to see a little note in bright red ink.

Okay I know this quiz seems pretty bad, but I feel like you can do better. I can even tutor you some time if you want? Just shoot me a text.

- Luke :-)

Below that little note was something I never thought I’d have access to - his cell phone number. Hearing the bell ring, I looked up and finished packing everything up and began walking out to the hallway to hear my name called within the classroom. “Hey Y/N! Wait up!” I whipped around and saw Luke clumsily stuffing papers into his backpack while jogging towards me.

“I um - hey Luke,” I stuttered while shifting from foot to foot.

“I was just wondering if you got that little note I left on your quiz earlier…” He asked scratching the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I did. Thanks so much for offering to tutor me, but I don’t want to be a bother to you,” I truthfully answered.

“Oh no! It’s my pleasure, honestly. I mean I understand if you can’t make it, or don’t want to come, but y’know…my offer still stands,” he quickly added.

“Well, if you say so, then yeah! I’d love it if you’d tutor me. But you of all people know how shitty I am at trig,” I said with a blush rising to my cheeks.

“Then it’s a date! Wait no not a date. I mean it could be one of you want, but what I mean is, a day when I can uh - I mean we can - I can tutor you and stuff,“ he said with flushed cheeks.

I couldn’t help but giggle, “Okay then. I guess I’ll text you what days are good for me?” I proposed.

“Yeah, sure whenever you want,” he said with a big smile that could cure diseases.

Three weeks, six study sessions, and countless text messages later, I found myself sitting at my desk tapping my foot as I wait for Luke to come by with my graded test. Finally seeing him walk up to my desk, he gave me a wink and a devilish smile. I swear if my heart hadn’t stopped already, he just made that happen. Clenching my eyes shut, making a brief wish, I looked down to see my score; I got a ninety percent! It was written in the corner with a smiley face drawn inside the zero. On page 3 was another note from, none other than, Luke.

I told you that you could do better! And you did. I’m proud of you Y/N.

- Luke :-)

Once again, the bell ringing for the end of the day brought my out of my thoughts. I should really stop getting so far into my thoughts. Taking my time to write on a post-it note and pack away my belongings, I got up and strolled over to Luke, who was focused on the pile of folders at his desk. Sliding the note towards him, he finally looked up and matched the smile on my face.“You know the only reason I got a better grade for this test was because of you,” I said.

“No no no, that was all you. I just stood on the sidelines and cheered you on,” he responded modestly.

“Hmph. Why don’t you take a look at that,” I said gesturing to the note I’d put on the desk. Picking it up skeptically, he unraveled the paper and read:

I did do better, but it isn’t exactly where I want my grade to be at…guess I should get some more tutoring, huh?

- Y/N c: xoxo

“What do you say?“ I asked him. “Are you willing to put up with me for a little longer?”

With a growing smirk he replied, “I guess so…but you have to answer this for me.” Not thinking much of his request, I nodded without hesitation. “Y/N…why the hell do you put your smileys to the right?”

“Oh c’mon!” I dramatically exclaimed.

Laughing at my reaction, he continued, “Okay seriously now, where do you wanna go for our date?”

“Date? An actual one this time? No more creepy librarians?“ I asked quickly.

"I’m totally serious, Y/N. I never would have given you that note on the first quiz if I didn’t like you.” He answered.

“Honestly, I’m fine with anywhere you take me, so long as there are no textbooks there,” I’d said with a smile.

“Well in that case, there’s this cool diner I’d like to take you to,” he’d started as he finished placing his things into his backpack and walking with me out of the school. Throughout the explanation, I couldn’t help but smile at the way he smiled. It almost matched that smiley face he’d scribbled on that quiz.

anonymous asked:

Number 10, either ColdFlashwave or just Coldflash.

Never really got the point of crossdressing as a trope. I mean, I can write it, I guess? But clothing’s just clothing most of the time. I also can’t stand the way most lingerie looks (so uncomfortable-looking!) and it doesn’t improve because it’s on a guy. If it’s just day-to-day cross-dressing, then they’re just wearing clothing. I approve of dresses/skirts, because of the utility, but anything beyond that seems a bit excessive.

If someone who is into this trope would send me an explanation of why it’s so popular, I would actually be super interested to know!

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Coldflash/Coldflashwave cross-dressing ficlet:

“You’ll never be quick enough to stop me, Flash!” Len says, then pauses expectantly. Usually, when he sets up that sort of opening line, Barry hits it out of the park with a quip; Len can’t wait to see what he’ll say next.

The silence that follows is not promising.

Len frowns, gestures for an equally confused Mick to go on loading the getaway vehicle, and turns to look at the Flash, which appears to have been frozen in spot. “There a problem, kid?” he asks, putting his gun down at his side.

“Um,” Barry says.

“I know I’m good, Scarlet, but usually you wait until after I’ve used my cold gun to develop brain freeze,” Len drawls, but he’s actually a little concerned. Last time Barry went all quiet and thoughtful, they had a changed timeline.

“You –” Barry says, then falls silent.

“I what?”

“You’re wearing…” Barry gestures.

Len frowns down at himself. He’s not wearing anything that unusual. He glances at Mick, who makes a “don’t look at me” expression. He’s got the goggles, the parka, and the gun. All the elements of his supervillain outfit. “What’re you talking about?”

“You’re wearing a woman’s skirt,” Barry hisses.

“Normally, I would take this moment to cite Eddie Izzard about how it’s not a woman’s skirt, it’s my skirt, but in this case – no, actually, it is a woman’s skirt. One of Lisa’s, I think. She stole all of my black skirts last week; it only seems fair.”

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Request: It’s Monday here, so… Can I have a DeanXReader oneshot where the reader touches this cursed object and she has a ton of luck until she loses the object and is super clumsy?? Sort of like that episode in season 3 with Sam and the rabbit’s foot? Fluffx You’re a fantastic writer, by the way.

Request: Can you do a one shot where the reader and tfw go on a hunt, and during the hunt the reader has a panic attack, and Dean kisses her to keep her quiet. THANKS BABE

Request: Can you do one where dean has a crush on the reader and vise versa and brown eyed girl by van Morrison comes on the radio and she starts like singing and dancing and she’s pointing at Sam (long hair , brown eyes ya know) and deans like “this is why I love you ” while they’re laughing and everyone is laughing and they end up getting together somehow ? Thank you I love your writing you sweet potato xoxo

Request: If you could do one where the reader’s got a really good hair and Dean likes to stroke it and nuzzle it but it catches a fire during a hunt and he had to cut it short for her and she’s sad and like fluff! Thank you.

Request: Hey gorgeous! Would u please write one where the reader had a crush on dean but things just never worked out btween them n she just decided to go on a date with some1 els*who turned to be a shapeshifter* n dean gets jealous n when she comes back devastated she finds dean waiting for her *fluff fluff lots of fluff* n thank u so freakin much <3

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Request Scenario: Jungkook tries to get you jealous because he secretly likes you :)

Genre: angsty fluff

Word Count: 2446

A/N: I haven’t proof-read this, so don’t judge if there are any grammar mistake. Hope you all enjoy reading it!

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Good god, seriously Jeon Jungkook, it’s not that difficult. Twenty. Oh yeah, growing up quite well. You can’t even ask a girl to come to beach with you and the boys.

“Y/N, want to come to the beach with the boys and I tomorrow?” Good job, you practically vomited the words out. Real smooth.

“Huh?” The black pen in your hands was still madly scribbling away on the small sheet of paper you had on your lap, you had to turn in this paper and you had to before the end of the day or you were not going to be able to enjoy the coming holiday. “Kookie, you need to speak a little more clearly than that sweetheart.” Maybe you didn’t see how Jungkook flushed with embarrassment at your name of endearment, but it’s not like you saw him as anything else other than a good friend— almost a brother. You did once viewed him as somebody you wanted to be with, but that was pushed aside once he debuted with the now famous Bangtan Sonyeondan.

“Would you like to come to the beach with the rest of Bangtan and I tomorrow.” Your usually adorable and loud friend was suddenly sounding so tense, increasing your curiosity as you turned to finally face him. His eyes were not looking into yours, instead they were drilling holes into the pearly marble floor of their dorm. Yes, you weren’t suppose to be there, but after two years it was easy to find ways to slip out of the small house before any of their managers caught you. But aside from his large eyes and taut jaw, his hands were also tightly closed too.

“Are you okay? You look like you are about to burst. Is there something else? Is there something you are nervous about?” A laugh rang around the room from you. Jungkook wasn’t one to get nervous about anything and if he was, he usually masked it quite well beneath a thick skin of false confident. It has helped in the past though; giving him a boost of encouragement that only he could pull off.

Jungkook’s mind was spinning out of control though, pleading himself to just come up with something. Anything else that could cause him to pretend to be nervous about.

“Twice.” What Jungkook. What?

“Twice.” You repeated, nodding towards the boy. Every second that was passing, the more confused you were only getting. Where is this even going…

“Yeah. The girl group.” Shut up, Jungkook. Shut up. Just stop before— "Um… Along with f(x) and the GOT7 boys. Just a huge private beach get together. Yeah.” Just go get a shovel ready for a grave already.

“Wow. This is huge! It’s going to be so much fun, thanks for inviting me! I’m excited to meet the Twice girls and it will be really fun to catch up with Jackson again. I kinda miss our conversations.” You pondered aloud, trying to remember the last time you actually had a full conversation with the hyperactive blonde kid who may or may not be competing against Taehyung for the most crazy person you knew over the age of twelve.

“Right. Okay, I’m going to get ready. We are leaving around ten tomorrow morning, so just be here and we will all drive there.” Stammering and tripping upon his own feet, Jungkook stumbled out of the crowded living room and into the not the much better studio that was currently filled to the bream with his bandmates.

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“WHAT DID YOU SAY?” The oldest hyung screamed, bouncing from the couch position which he was comfortably settled in until Jungkook blurted out what he had just told his childhood crush.

“Ya… Jungkook dongsaeng, How could you…” Namjoon’s deep octave resonated within the padded room, sighing softly because they all knew why their younger brother did such a thing. Although the attraction was there all along ever since you walked in on him singing in the boys locker room at your school, it wasn’t until a year when you began to be able to appear more frequently in his life that Jungkook’s attraction for you bloomed into something much larger. Something that caused him to stutter like a flustered school boy every time the topic at hand ever reached towards anything that could sway in the direction of talking about a relationship or anything between a boy and a girl for that matter. Jungkook thought this only made matters worst because you probably saw him as an immature child that couldn’t even talk about relationships, but it actually heightened your adoration for him; unfortunately for both of your, confession was not a natural talent. They always looked so much easier in dramas.

The looks that were being shot towards Jungkook who was standing stiffly at the doorway were a mix between disbelief and understanding. “Kookie-ah, what is your plan anyways for saying that we are going to the beach with so many people?” Namjoon asked, spinning around a pencil in between his index finger and thumb, trying to come up with a plan where Jungkook won’t embarrass himself in front of you, but at the same time gather all those people on the beach. It wasn’t like they were just laying around waiting to hang out or something.

“Oh! Were you trying to make Y/N jealous? With all those girl group that has to work! Nice!” Taehyung threw out what definitely was not in Jungkook’s mind until now and somehow he thought it was not a bad idea.

“No! Oh my god. Terrible idea!” Yoongi’s eyebrows furled into ridicule, unable to belief that Taehyung even thought about that. It would only make things more complicated and everybody knew it other than Jungkook and his hyung who hasn’t even had any experience with relationships in general.

Jungkook’s eyes widen with an idea as his hands fumbled around his pockets for his phone, desperate to ask his hyung, Jackson, whether or not he was up for asking his friends to go to the beach along with them. This might actually work.

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“He wants to what.” Jaebum toppled over his seat with Jackson laughing along side him as Namjoon explained his younger bandmate’s ingenious plan to lure his love someway. Their giggles were immediately stopped when you poked your head into the van filled with rowdy boys. This was going to be a long ride, squashed up against Jungkook, but not too uncomfortably as he sweetly gave you the window seat so you were able to stretch your neck here and there to get a glimpse of the disappearing tall buildings which eventually faded into bright green countryside and then finally the gorgeous ocean view.

It has been so long since you’ve felt the tiny heated grains of sand between your toes, so you stood like child, just taking in your surrounding while everybody began to unload the van. It was honestly very deserted other than the soon in coming crowd of long-legged and perfectly honey skinned female idols that elegantly hoped down from their van. You didn’t even realize the done expression that you had glued on your face until one of your good friends tapped your shoulders and stated, “Wow Y/N, don’t need to look so happy to see all these young girls in their swimsuits.”

“Amber! How are you?” You felt guilty for looking at that before, but it was hard to keep the growing tinge of jealousy that was spreading into your heart as you saw smiling interaction between Jungkook and the various girls. He isn’t yours, Y/N. Just let him be.

“i’m good, it’s nice to be away from the busy schedule. Come on, let’s go get ice cream.” She made it easy to ignore the charming boy that was surrounded by gorgeous girls, but it was only temporary. Soon enough, the giggles were evident enough just how hilarious he was apparently being.

“Wow. Who knew how Jungkook was so outgoing around girls all of a sudden huh. What happened over night huh? Did he like…” Your annoyed puffs of breaths were preventing you from finishing the sentence that was dripping with irritation. The two older boys next to you smiled knowingly to each other, while their heads shook softly.

“Who knows. Maybe he is trying to make someone jealous. All is fair in love and war right?” Namjoon poetically explained, turning up the palms of his hands in a who know’s type of way.

“Yeah, who knows, maybe it’s his best friend.” Jimin hinted just a bit more obvious than necessary as Namjoon’s palm swatted harshly against the grinning boy’s back with a loud whack. “Ow hyung!” “God Jimin, remind to never tell you anything private.”

Seriously, Jungkook? Making me jealous and exactly what would that freaking accomplish. “Actually thank you Jimin-oppa. Thank you very much.” And with a determined look in your eyes, you stomped against the sand and towards the one person who was throwing his friends into the salted water.

Namjoon raised his eyebrows and stared at Jimin as they both stared at your back, fully knowing that this was going to be one entertaining break.

“Jackson… Wanna help me with something?” Crossing your arms, you smiled with as much sweetness as you could possibly muster up and looked up.

“You look like you are up to something.” And so, within the next hour, you were found screaming while Jackson threw you on his shoulder with your useless fists of fiery banging against his muscle-sculpted back.

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Jungkook was the first notice when you ran across the open beach towards Jackson, but it wasn’t until everybody that was surrounding him began to talk about how adorable Jackson would be with you. The girl he wanted to be his. Dammit. Jungkook cursed under his breath when he saw you squealing against Jackson’s much larger body. What the hell. It took all the self control he had within him to not sprint over to Jackson and demand him to put you down. He wanted to drag you into the small diner that stood quietly by the beach and finally have some alone time with you. This was the last straw.

“Put her down.” Jackson’s body froze and you could felt his grip on your legs tighten a little due to the threatening look Jungkook was sending his way.

“Sorry man… Here’s a Y/N coming your way.” Just as quickly as you got on to the back of Jackson, you were standing up right on the ground once more. He was going to get mad about you having harmless fun? No thank you.

“What the hell Jungkook. Are you seriously mad? Don’t be such a baby.” You wanted to stuff your words back in your mouth the moment you said them, but they were out in the open already and there was no use in trying to back out of it.

“I am not a baby.” Jungkook half shouted and half hissed, glaring at you, but no before he looked around to see if anybody was paying attention to the two of you. Fortunately nobody was, other than the occasion stares from the boys who knew what was going down.

“You are not a what?” He has never raised his voice and you knew fighting back was the only way he was going to confess anything remotely close to what you wanted him to.

“I’m not…” He stammered, while you forced the smile that was turning up your lips away. “I’m not a baby.”

“Oh yeah then why did you tell Jackson to put me down? I was having fun, isn’t that what you wanted me to have when you asked me to come here? It’s not my fault I wasn’t having fun with you exactly. It also is definitely not my fault that you were flirting your way through half the female population on this beach. You know what, I’m actually quite proud of you for being able to talk to all them so freely. Good for you. Wait, do you like one of them? If you do, you should ——“ You knew one way or another he was going to break.

“I like you!” He shouted, shaking your shoulders back and forth, trying to get you to stop rambling on.

“What?” It was like an invisible weight was lifted from his shoulders as you saw him finally relax, but now it was your turn to loose your breath. You couldn’t even count the amount of time you’ve dreamed about him confessing to you and how you would react, but now that it was actually happening, you seemed to have lost all the basic vocabulary in your brain.

“You don’t like me do you. You like Jackson right? That’s the only reason why you even came in the first place because you knew he was coming. How could I not have seen it the first place, you are always smiling so much when you are around him. How didn’t I realize this. You know what, just ignore everything I had just—“ It was always easier to just do whatever you can to shut Jungkook up when he was going through one of these short episodes of blurting out things without thought.

Wrapping his lovable cheeks in your palms, you pulled him into your embrace as your lips finally connected with his. You could feel his body freeze, but you continued on, looping your arms around his neck urging him to just give in. It was slow at first, just getting to know each other for the very first time as something different than friends. The the excitement began lacing itself around your mind as Jungkook’s hand reached around your waist and squeezed tightly, making you squeal softly against his lips.

“Jungkook… Next time. Don’t ever think making me jealous will work, okay?” His cheeks rose as his beautiful smile spread across his face, and it was impossible to keep your heart from racing. “And I think your face might crack from that smile of yours.” But you wanted to remember this moment forever and his smile was priceless perfection.

“I’m really happy right now.” The soft chuckles that are emitting from him only made you want to kiss his perfect lips once more, but when you are surrounded by your friends who saw the entire scene play out… Let it begin.

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Thank you for the request and I hope you liked it! xx

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anonymous asked:

Hi I love your writing so so much and I love this blog a bunch, just wanted to let you know that <3 could I also request a lucaya fic/one shot where Lucas stays home sick (with a bad cold/flu or something) from school and Riley doesn't visit him after school because germs so maya decides to show up at his house to take care of him since his mom's out of town. Also can it be pre-dating lucaya? Like they both have feelings for one another but haven't done anything to initiate it yet? Thanks xx

I really liked this story, it was a lot of fun to write. I don’t usually write sick fics, but I’m proud of how this turned out. Here’s a link to the poem referenced at the end of the story.

“Where’s Ranger Rick?” Maya asked, arm draped over the edge of Lucas’ empty desk. At the sound of Lucas’ name, Riley perked up, just then noticing his absence.

“Yeah, Dad, where is he?” Riley asked, expectantly. Mr. Matthews was shuffling his notes - he actually prepared for these little life lessons? - and without looking up, he answered the girls.

“He went home sick. Didn’t look too good either.” Maya sat up straighter, sliding her arm off his desk and back onto her own, her eyebrows furrowed.

“But he was fine at lunch.”

“Guess not.” Maya glanced at Riley, but she was scribbling something in her notebook, a frown playing at her lips. Maya leaned over.

“His parents are out of town, though, right?” She whispered. Riley pursed her lips and nodded, an idea flickering and dying in her eyes.

“I can’t get sick. We’re going to Uncle Shawn’s this weekend.” But then, who would take care of Lucas? Knowing him, he probably could barely function on his own when he was healthy, let alone sick. Mr. Matthews started to ramble on about the Black Plague and while he usually was the only teacher who was able to capture her attention, today she couldn’t focus. She just kept thinking about Lucas. How sick was her? Did he have a fever or the flu or both?

As the day dragged on, Maya couldn’t keep Lucas off the brain, which made her shoot Riley a few guilty glances, because she knew – she knew – she wasn’t supposed to like him.

But Riley couldn’t get sick, and Farkle wouldn’t even think to go and Zay has dance class every Wednesday and he’s sooner die than miss a lesson. So, when Maya took the subway home with Riley that day, she went a couple stops further after grabbing stuff from her apartment.

She finally made her way to the doorstep of Lucas’ house after walking three blocks - it was in a seriously inconvenient place - and she just managed to ring the doorbell without the pot and the box she brought toppling it over.

After almost a minute, the door swung open. Lucas stood there a minute, cocooned in a plush, grey blanket, looking like death itself.

After it was clear he wasn’t going to say anything, Maya tried to break the silence. “I brought soup,” she offered. Lucas furrowed his eyebrows like he was trying to concentrate on something.

“You’ll get sick,” he managed, finally.

“Nah,” she grinned. “I’ve got an immune system of steel.” He drew in a hesitant breath, like he wanted to argue but he seemed to exhausted to put up much of a struggle, so he let her come in, collapsing onto his couch as soon as she set the things she’d brought down. Maya had only been to his house once before, when they had their muffin project the year before. It still felt sorta familiar. It had that same oaky smell that she was so taken by the first time around.

She stepped into his kitchen and called out, “Can I use a bowl?” He grunted, and Maya assumed that meant yes. She poured some soup out for him, careful not to spill and steadily carried the dish, brimming to the top with broth, out to him.

“I trust I don’t have to feed it to you?” He laughed at that, as he reluctantly pulled himself into a sitting position. He took a sip as Maya slid into the armchair a couple feet away from the sofa Lucas laid upon.

“You made this?” He asked, notes of impression in his voice.

“Actually, I ran to Topanga’s. I can’t cook anything besides Kraft mac and cheese,” and after a beat, “ So what’s wrong with ya, Huckleberry? You dying or what?”

“You know when you sleep wrong and your neck is all sore the next day?” Maya pursed her lips and nodded. “Well, my entire body feels like that.”

“You got a fever?”

“99.5” Maya frowned.

“Well, that’s not too bad. I brought some ibuprofen in case you didn’t have any.”

“Thanks,” he said, grabbing the bottle and downing two pills. There was a beat of silence as Lucas looked at her. He opened his mouth but no sound came out, and he just barely shook his head, like he was deciding against something. But Maya was paying attention and - though she hated to admit it - she could read him pretty well.

“What?”

“Nothing, it’s just - um - why isn’t Riley here?” Maya’s face didn’t so much as twitch, but her heart clambered up into her throat, and she made sure to swallow it back down before she spoke again.

“Sorry, Ranger Rick. I guess you’re stuck with me, instead,” she said, forcing her voice to sound casual.

“No!” Lucas said, frantically backpedaling. “It’s not that. I just didn’t think you’d want to come on your own.”

“Oh,” Maya said, a bit puzzled. “Well, I know what it’s like when you’re really sick and there’s no one there to take care of you.”

Lucas looked down at his hands and Maya, uncomfortable at his sudden silence, tried to change the topic.

“So, wanna watch a movie?” She asked, grabbing the three DVD’s she had brought. Lucas reached inside the box, too, grabbing a thick book and studying the cover.

“I didn’t know you were into poetry, Maya.” She blushed a little at that, unsure whether it was a compliment.

“I’m not, really,” she said, taking the book in her hands and running her finger down the worn spine. “This is my Billy Collins collection. I don’t know, a lot of the other poems I read sort of, um, went over my head. But Riley showed me this poet and I can understand it, and it’s still meaningful.” She paused. “I just brought it in case you had a headache and you wanted to read instead.”

Maya dismissed the odd gleam in his eyes as she spoke, because it was Riley he liked and not her. If there was anything different about the way he was looking at her, then it was just her imagination.

“Um, what movies did you bring?” He asked, after a long silence.

“Right, uh, I brought ‘Hercules,’ ‘Rent,’ and ‘An Affair to Remember.’ We don’t really have the largest collection, so I brought what I thought would work.” Lucas smiled, warmly.

“‘Hercules’ is my favorite Disney movie, but I’ve seen it about ten times, so what about that last one?” He said, grabbing ‘An Affair to Remember.’

“It’s a romance,” Maya warned.

“So?” Lucas said, raising his eyebrows. Maya popped the movie in, and she soon found herself caught up in the story, and though she’d already seen it, the climax tore at her.

The saddest love stories have to be the ones of bad timing, she thought, grimly.

When the movie finished, Maya clicked off the TV and turned to Lucas, eager to see his reaction, only to find him lightly snoring. Maya chuckled as she cleared away the mess she made. She grabbed a pen, so she could leave him a note, but she didn’t have anything to write on. So, Maya flipped to a random page in her Billy Collins collection and pulled out a random poem. She scrawled out a note at the bottom.

Soup’s in the fridge. Feel better, huckleberry.

-Maya

Had she known the poem was titled, “Love,” she would have given her left arm to pick any other. But had also known the look on Lucas’ face as he read it, she wouldn’t have changed it for the world.

Stupid Stranger - a Jackunzel One-shot

Quite a lot of fluff. Oh dear.

She’d gotten the call at the most unfortunate moment.

Dinner - the same nightly routine, alone with her mother in their small, homey dining room, dark wood table, flowers in a small white vase (she was the one who watered and changed the flowers, of course), two chairs drawn up to face each other, a dimmish light overhead. Hazelnut soup, tonight, and though it had slightly dulled over the years it remained her favourite, its warm wafts of steam like a welcome blanket against her face after a long, tiring week at school. She still delighted in taking in its aroma - that which was interrupted by the blare of her phone. It sat on the mantle on top of the fireplace, its vibrations buzzing harshly against the granite.

Head still bent over her bowl, she lifted her eyes to her mother. She did not look pleased.

Hastily, she scraped back her chair and quickly switched her phone off without showing even a glance at the screen.

“I knew I shouldn’t have gotten you a phone,” her mother sighed when she returned to the table. “It’s interrupting our time together.”

“I’ll keep it away when we’re together next time, Mother,” she replied, trying hard to school her features to disguise the slight twinge of panic she felt. “I promise.”

“You’ll do well to,” Gothel said.

Dinner recommenced.

Flopping back on her bed, Rapunzel heaved a heavy sigh and held her phone up with straightened arms. She switched it on and watched the screen come to life.

She cared more about her phone than she would ever dare to admit to her mother. Even her being able to obtain one had been a massive blessing in itself - from her mother, of course - and all of a sudden her world had been enlarged by this miraculous little device. Of course, Mother didn’t care much for Wi-Fi, and had not had a wireless network installed in their home, but that didn’t stop Rapunzel from spending an extra half hour after school either in the library or at Starbucks, taking full advantage of the Internet connections available.

She would have to be careful next time if she wanted to keep these privileges.

The home screen finally flashed on the screen, and a little reminder about eye care habits from her mother niggling in her mind forced her to turn over to lie on her stomach on her bed before properly checking her phone. A notification popped up on the screen.

“2 missed calls?” She read aloud, quirking a brow.

She didn’t recognise the number. 

From what she had gathered from her classmates after they had teased her for being a century late in getting a phone, calls were virtually a thing of the past. Who would have her number or call her, let alone more than once?

Her thumb hovered over the screen hesitantly as she wondered if she should call the stranger back.

That was until a call came in again.

Same number.

Biting her lip, she picked it up.

“Hello?”

“… Hey.” 

Male.

“Um, not to be rude, but who are you and why did you call me?”

The stranger chuckled. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” His voice was slightly raspy, boyish but a little deep at the same time, and it wasn’t unpleasant, but she was confused by his ambiguity, and really she just wanted to know.

“Who are you and why did you call me?” She repeated in a more resolute tone, emphasising each word such that it sounded less like a question now.

He chuckled again. “Okay, firecracker, slow down. Your number was scribbled on the back of a bus seat, along with the words, ’the prettiest girl in the world’.”

“What? I didn’t…” She scrunched her nose before blinking in realisation. “Merida,” she half-groaned, half-sighed. This was exactly the sort of thing her best friend would have done.

“I take it that this wasn’t your doing, then,” he said.

It took Rapunzel a moment to register that he was still on the line. She had been preoccupied thinking about the ways in which she would throttle Merida.

Not literally, of course. Outside company was too precious.

This guy, on the other hand…

“You haven’t answered my first question,” she narrowed her eyes. “Who are you?”

“Not so fast, princess,” he replied, and she could practically hear a smirk in his voice. “I want to see how true that claim written on the back seat is.”

“What?” Her eyes widened. “You’re not saying -”

“Rapunzel! Who are you talking to this late?”

She winced at her mother’s shrill call ringing through the house.

“Nobody, Mother!” She called back, holding the phone away from her ear. When it became apparent that her mother was neither going to reply nor barge into her room, she sighed and went back to the phone call.

“Ouch.”

Without meaning to, she’d laughed out loud. Placing her fingertips over her mouth to quiet the giggles still emerging, she whispered, “I’m not taking it back. I really don’t know who you are.”

“And I’m not telling you. Yet.” There was a perpetual cheeky undertone to his voice.

“Then I’m not telling you either,” she said smugly, tilting her nose up in the air even though he couldn’t see her.

“Sure thing, Rapunzel.”

Her jaw dropped open and she was seriously contemplating the possibility that this stranger had supernatural abilities before she remembered that her mother had shouted her name.

“Dammit.”

“Really interesting name, by the way. Do you have endless golden locks too?”

“My hair’s not that long,” she rolled her eyes. Well, that really depended on whether he considered waist-length hair long.

“That means you do have blonde hair.”

Dammit. He was good.

“What’s it to you?” She asked irritably.

“Can’t a guy be curious about the prettiest girl in the world?” She could hear the low grumbles of wheels from his end of the call. Likely him moving around in a chair.

“You don’t even know if that’s true,” she rolled over onto her back again, rubbing at her eyes. “And it’s not.”

“I guess I’ll just have to see for myself, right?”

Her motions stopped and she took a moment before speaking again. “You’re really serious about this? Why?”

She imagined him shrugging, though his face and physique was a blur. “Just curious. No harm done.”

“Don’t you know that curiosity kills the cat?”

“Well then, rest assured that I’m fully human and male. Something I’m sure you’re curious about.”

Her cheeks flushed at his insinuation. “Not if you’re secretly a horny old man.” Pause. “Are you?” She flashed out again.

“Do I sound like an old man?”

“No,” she admitted, giggling. “You sound appalled and offended.”

“And rightly so,” he huffed. “When we meet -”

If we meet,” she interrupted.

“Alright, princess,” he replied, not sounding the least bit ruffled, “I’ll be at the Starbucks at the corner of Kingsley Street at 5PM tomorrow. You can decide whether or not you want to come.”

She searched her mind to see if she had anything else at that time, feeling a strange mix of disappointment and relief when she came up with nothing. The real challenge was getting her mother to let her out of the house. 

So she decided - if she managed to get out of the house, she would meet him.

“You’re being awfully quiet.” Pause. “You okay?”

She blinked. “Oh. Yes.”

“I mean it, princess. If you’re really uncomfortable with it, don’t come.”

She smiled. “This, after you’ve been pushing me the whole phone call?”

“Hey. I can be a gentleman too.” Sheets rustling. “Goodnight, princess.”

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Blue Eyes and Butterflies [Castiel] (Part 5)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Series Title: Blue Eyes and Butterflies
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Castiel x reader, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
Warnings: Abrupt ending to the chapter
Word Count: 1,322
Short Description: You come from an Alternate Universe (like a reverse French Mistake) where Supernatural is a TV show and somehow land in the Supernatural universe by the will of the Trickster. You and Castiel go for a supply run and you meet a friendly girl that seems really into Cas. 

Disclaimer: not my gif

[Y/N] = your name

“How was the hunt?” you asked when Sam and Dean returned to the bunker. You had been watching the Avengers film with Castiel when they returned. And by watching the Avengers film, you meant making Castiel listen to you gush over how adorable Steve Rogers is as he listened with an amused expression. “Did the big bad hunters kill the poor monster?” you teased, raising an eyebrow as you zipped up your heeled combat boots. They were the only thing you had from your universe, and you felt a sense of comfort when you put them on.

“Since when are the hunters bad and the monsters poor?” Sam asked, grinning at you, clearly amused by your logic.

“Ever since the hunter is Dean and the monster is not Dean.” You joked, and Dean rolled his eyes.

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millennialbasic  asked:

iKON as baristas (or is it baristo??? who knows???) please? I can't stop reading these pls send help

/sends help to u/

working!au barista coming right up! Thanks for requesting! have a good day/night!

Jinhwan

  • the actual coffee prince
  • has a pintrest page dedicated to all the coffee art creations
  • he’s done Disney characters, portraits of people, the korean alphabet in one cup
  • “oh this, it’s just a hobby” ^^
  • meanwhile hanbin stares intently in the back
  • does coffee art classes and honestly is a artist
  • has many job offering at bigger coffee shops but he chooses to stay here because of his friends and familiar atmosphere
  • sings to some the song on the radio
  • has been attracting customers with his angelic vioce
  • actually a tea person

Yunhyeong

  • in charge of getting down orders
  • cause only he can remember them
  • “can we have a large frappuchino with semi skimmed milk, the Javanese roast with 3 shots of honey and walnut cream. white chocolate shavings please”
  • he thinks nothing of these really confusing/long/demanding orders
  • that’s because his favourite is more complicated
  • “1 pump caramel, 1 pump white mocha, 2 scoops vanilla bean powder, extra ice frappuchino with 2 shots poured over the top with caramel drizzle under and on top of the whipped cream, double cupped”
  • “yunhyeong, do you even know what you’re drinking??”
  • “of course i do~” :)))))))
  • in chrage of the music in the cafe (that and trying to shoo hanbin and bobby from putting on drake/their mixtape
  • “i won’t let you contaminate the atmosphere with your HEEP HAHP CRAP DAMNIT” 

Bobby

  • only drinks hot chocolate lol
  • the baraista that can’t spell for shit or is super immature
  • “um bobby, her name was yuri why did you put your number on
  • ;))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
  • “bobby, his name was chanyeol not cHAweOL”
  • the others try to get him as far away as writing down names
  • but he somehow manages to serve people 
  • he’s an easygoing friendly and wise cracking guy
  • can’t touch the coffee machine according to donghyuk
  • “that because you always break it you aSS!”
  • knows nothing about coffee andhas to attend lessons run by donghyuk about it with chanwoo
  • “so, this is a raw bean”
  • “can we eat it???”
  • “boBBY NO-”

Hanbin

  • coffee ‘addict’
  • “chanwoo shut up! coffee is the essence of life created by the gods!”
  • some grumpy college student i guess 
  • thinks he knows all about coffee but only drinks coffee from a tin and mixed with plenty of sugar and milk
  • he tries to act tough but still a baby
  • can’t handle the strong taste well
  • when high on caffeine, he scribbles thinks in the napkins
  • people be like “wtf is that guy doing?”
  • he is drawing the mona lisa
  • but it looks like a toe
  • his coffee art are just as bad as his drawing
  • “look, it’s totoro”
  • “hanbin, it looks like crap shuT UP”
  • Jinhwan in his senpai when it comes to coffee art
  • “pls teach me”
  • does little doodles to the paper cup every morning
  • without his knowledge, the guys have to skim through all the cups to remove the one with his hideous drawings

Donghyuk

  • the only guy who actually knows how to work the coffee machine
  • “guys you press a button that is it”
  • has to fix it every time it breaks
  • “bOBBY IT IS NOT FUNNY”
  • when he is not fixing the machine, he is perfecting a special drink with all the right balance
  • in the back putting 2 ½ drops of liquid sugar to 32 milligrams of vanilla pod essence
  • tries to promote his drink even though it’s not a official drink on the menu
  • told off for trying to promoting the drink on paper cups
  • “you will be sorry”
  • eats the baked good when no one is looking (shares with bobby)

Junhoe

  • applied for the job cause the uniform was nice looking
  • but obviously it looks way better with him wearing it
  • normally just serves people their coffee
  • has no idea on the coffee machine
  • many girls come just to look at his beautiful face
  • but he’s on his phone posting pics of coffee art
  • #didthisallbymyself #bestemployee 
  • he stole it from jinhwan
  • jinhwan was not happy
  • purposely writes down people names wrong or passive aggressive messages if he doesn’t not like them
  • some rude lady comes up “i want and double expresso ,extra foam, soy milk only and 2 shos of caramel”
  • he’ll write “btw, i put regular milk hAVE FUN”

Chanwoo

  • doesn’t even drink coffee lol
  • he got the job cause he gives the friendly aura
  • his personality sweetens everyone’s morning
  • like seriously
  • “hello again sir! the usual?”
  • actually writes down people names on cups properly
  • doesn’t really know about all the different coffee types
  • “erm javanese coffee? err”
  • has to ask someone else for help and gets all embarrassed
  • he stays behind trying to remember all the bean types, blends and topping
  • “oMYGOD IT’S JUST SOME BURNT BEANS”
Heart on a String - Oneshot
Dedicated to Sunblaze24. 

Kakashi tries to find the perfect gift. KakaSaku. Oneshot.

Can be found on: FF, A03 or under cut below.


A muffled sigh of aggravation left the lips of a lone masked ninja as his single eye scoured the overly packed shelf before him. Lifting a finger in the air, he began to tug at an item before changing his mind as soon as glitter instantly stuck to his finger, choosing the simple card beside it instead.

After a few seconds, he sighed once more and returned the card to its original place on the shelf before taking a step back. Staring down at his fingers, somehow his right hand was completely covered in a white sparkly dust.

He groaned, flicking his calloused fingers to get rid of the pesky substance. Trying to brush it off with his other hand, all he managed to do was just spread it to his left. Eyebrow twitching, he finally wiped both hands along the hem of his flack jacket that rested above his hips as a last resort.

Now he was shimmering in the light from the waist up.

Ugh.

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Gajevy Week - Nursing

I know I’m seriously behind but I have reasons >.< Anyways, here’s my second contribution to Gajevy week. I know it’s supposed to be about nursing but I figured doctors and nurses are sort of similar. Sort of. Hope you guys enjoy!


This was the worst day ever. She was late for work, forgot about her lunch date with Lucy, and now this. Why her?

Levy said she’d make it up to her friend by treating Lucy for dinner. But in her haste she took a few wrong turns and before she knew it she slipped on a patch of ice. “Ouch..” She rubbed her bum and tried to get up. Tried.

The sudden throbbing in her ankle took her by surprise. Why did I even bother? She looked around the alley, looking for any form of support when all of a sudden, “Oi, you plan on sitting there the whole day?”

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anonymous asked:

can you write something with Hiccstrid please? Like Astrid comforting him after a fight with Stoick or something?? I really need some fluffly hiccup and astrid stuff right now!

Here we go! Sorry it’s a few days late…but I’m actually really happy on how this one turned out. Enjoy! 


Astrid was only halfway up the steps of the Haddock household when the door flew open, revealing a very flustered Hiccup. She could hear the angry voice of Stoick the Vast. He jumped backwards with surprise as he locked eyes with Astrid, he had a bag slung over his shoulders and an angry look planted on his face.

“HICCUP. GET BACK HERE. I AM NOT DONE SPEAKING WITH YOU.”

Astrid heard Stoick’s stomp down the stairs. Her mouth hung open out of confusion, she tilted her head just past Hiccup to see Stoick chasing after Hiccup with his hands out to grab him.

“RUN!” Hiccup grabbed Astrid’s hand and she went flying down the steps with him.

“Hiccup-” Astrid asked as he dragged her away, “what in Thor’s name is going on?”

“Astrid!” she turned back to see Stoick chasing after them, “stop him!”

She knew she could stop him, one pull on the wrist and he would go flying into his father’s grasp, but she could also tell by the look on his face that Hiccup needed to fly. Fly far away and forget he was the son of Stoick the Vast for awhile. Astrid merely looked back to the chief and shrugged her shoulders. Stoick came to a stop and she watched as he imitated strangling his son before pinching the bridge of his nose. She had only come over to ask Hiccup if he wanted to go flying. She didn’t know she just became part of the heir’s escape plan.

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Catch Fire: Chapter 1

When a one-night-stand turns two-night-stands turns sex buddies turns…well, good question OR when Lou met and somehow ended up having sex with her celebrity crush, she never expected things to turn out the way they did

Warnings: smut, language, 5SOS and especially Luke are kinda assholes


LOU’S POV:

Greenlight – 5 Seconds of Summer

“It’s taking me over, I don’t wanna play this game no more

All you gotta do is tell me right now, you want me right now, come on

Give me the greenlight, we could have all night

If you just say the word, tell me it’s alright, give me the greenlight”


I open my eyes and squint in the harsh sunlight coming from the window of my bedroom. Yawning, I reach for my phone and check the time. It’s 2pm and I just woke up. Oh well. That’s what holidays are for. Sitting up, I stretch and wonder what I’m going to do today. I’ve spent the last week in LA making the apartment ready for when I’m moving in (in a few months), and this is my last day before flying back to France, where I still live with my parents.

I don’t feel like getting up just yet, so I go on YouTube to check the number of views on my last video (yes, I’m a dork that way). I smile goofily at the screen. I posted it two days ago and there are already 1k views! Okay, it might not be enormous, but I started my channel a little over a year ago and it’s not like I’m that great at singing, so I’d consider it an achievement to even have two views. I quickly scroll through the comments, which go from ‘Omg your voice is amazingg and ur sooo pretty <3’ to ‘Do u call that playing guitar?! ur voice is a fuckin disaster’.

Oh well, haters gonna hate. Comments like that are actually pretty ironic since the name of my youtube channel is GoAwayPeasant. Okay I’m not funny.

Anyway, I finally decide to get up and pick out my clothes as I check my Twitter, which I basically only use to stalk bandmembers. No one’s posted anything special, except Jack from All Time Low who’s just being his usual hilarious and stupid self. I shrug on a pair of skinny jeans and the DropDead ‘Join Us’ tank top, pulling my dark red curls in a ponytail. My phone lets out a small sound as a new tweet comes in. I look at it and freeze. Oh my god. It’s a picture of all of 5SOS in LA. I had no idea they were here. The tweet simply says that they’re stopping here for the day, and then leaving for the European leg of their tour tomorrow (yes of course I have tickets for the show in Paris). I breathe and try to channel my inner fangirl, but it’s no use. I’m in the fucking same city as them! Of course they probably won’t leave their hotel and I’m not enough of a creep to stay outside of it and stare at the windows, but still.

Just then, New Americana by Halsey starts playing as my phone rings. I pick it up, recognizing my dad’s number.

 “Hello? Louisiana?”

I sigh. Don’t get me started on my name. Normally I make everyone else call me Louise or Lou, but he insists on using my full name. I hate it. It’s not my fault my dad has family in Louisiana and has thus insisted I be called that, or that my mom thought it was a very awesome idea. But still I’m the one stuck with that horrible name.

“Yeah?”

“Hi honey, how are you?”

“Hey dad, I’m great! How are you guys?”

“We’re good. How’s the apartment?”

“It’s amazing,” I gush. “I love it so much! And it’s really close to this awesome music store! Well, I haven’t really checked it out yet, but it looks awesome. I’m probably gonna go today,” I add as an afterthought.

“I see, glad you’re having fun.”

We talk a bit more about what I did during the holidays and discuss the details of how I’m gonna get home before saying goodbye. I settle back down on my bed and contemplate what I wanna do before visiting that music store. After a few minutes of hesitating between movies, fanfics and YouTube videos, I go for the last and decide to do a re-run of all of danisnotonfire’s videos, because let’s face it: he’s amazing.

Five hours later, I’m at the music shop. And I was right: it’s paradise on earth. I trail my fingertips over the rack of CDs, looking for…there. Taking the CD out, I inspect the cover. The extended version of 5 Second of Summer’s new album finally came out, and I’m holding a precious copy. The four boys’ faces smile up at me, and I notice that for once, they’re all actually looking at the camera. I focus on Luke’s face, tracing the edges of his light smirk. So damn hot. Gripping the CD as well as the other few albums I’ve selected, I head towards the counter.

And stop in my tracks.

Entering the shop is a tall young guy around 20, with golden-blonde hair, sky-blue eyes and a pierced lip. It’s him. Lukey. Aka Luke Hemmings, 5 Seconds of Summer’s lead singer and guitarist and the boy who has been my celebrity crush for three years. Here. In this shop. Walking in my direction.

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