desk-chair

This is also our new flood protection system. We’ve moved all of our equipment onto chairs/desks/pallets because the state of Michigan doesn’t require flood insurance or some bullshit so guess what uni didn’t get flood insurance despite bad floods happening about once every 5 or so years (my uni)(who was already 10mil in debt)(and is now about 20mil in debt from damages).

anonymous asked:

Hello my sin friend, can i ask for a svt reaction when he is in a tour And u call him, but in the middle of the call u say another name like "Simon" or something like that, so he is angry And start to think u are cheating, but in the end u only adopted a cat. Thanks, Sorry my awful english, Hope u understand!!

Hello, Evil Empress of Sin here! Don’t worry, I understand! Your English is good! So I chose a Korean name for the cat because Simon the Cat is a YouTube series, so writing the name as Simon made me laugh really hard. I hope that’s okay! Thank you for your request! 


“The acting in this is faker than Jihoon’s hair colour,” Jeonghan sighed, flopping back against the pillow where Seungcheol was already dozing off. The members all collectively tensed, eyes wandering over to where Jihoon was perched in the desk chair looking at his Instagram.

“Do you wanna die tonight?” Jihoon asked softly, not even looking up.

“My feet are killing me so I wouldn’t mind it too much,” Jeonghan answered snippily, popping a jellybean into his mouth without a care in the world.

They continued ‘watching’ the movie, half of them on their phones by this point when a loud buzz vibrated on the bed between Hansol and Chan. Hansol leapt to his feet, careful not to step on Mingyu on the way down. “Excuse me, excuse me,” he rambled as he jumped and tripped his way over the stack of boys on the hotel floor.

“What’s your big hurry?” Soonyoung mumbled through a mouthful of peanuts, looking back at the television.

“Y/N is calling me!” Hansol exclaimed, throwing open the connecting door that led to his and Seungkwan’s room.

“Dude, it can wait! We can’t rewind on this TV!”

“Y/N’s been busy all week and hasn’t called me once, I need to go talk for a little bi- heeey, babe!”

Soonyoung rolled his eyes as Hansol disappeared into the other room. “They’re gonna sext.”

“you’re so gross, Soonyoung,” Wonwoo muttered, scandalised.

Soonyoung shook his head. “Nah, they gonna sext.”

“Hansol!” Y/N exclaimed, “Oh my goodness, I’m sorry I haven’t talked to you much. It’s just been so busy over here.”

Hansol closed the door softly behind him, just in case Seungkwan was in bed. He and Seokmin had been in there earlier, but noticing the silence, he guessed they went off in search of a vending machine.

“Oh, no, it’s totally okay!” he answered sincerely. “I get it. We’ve been promoting a ton too over here, so we’re all sorta just done.”

“I’m sorry, Honey,” Y/N sighed. “I heard you and Jisoo on the radio yesterday. I meant to text, but I was busy.”

Hansol flopped down on his bed, noticing all the Starburst wrappers Seokmin forgot to pick up. “It’s okay, I promise! What’s been keeping you so busy?”

“Oh, just little things. Cleaning up my apartment’s been a hassle the past few days. Also, I’m getting a new couch.”

Hansol frowned. “Why? I like your couch.”

“I know, but it’s just kinda old, I guess.”

Hansol was still frowning, but he nodded. “I guess I understand.” Plucking up a pink Starburst, he continued on more brightly, “So aside from busy stuff, have you done anything fun?”

There was lots of shuffling on the other line. Hansol guessed Y/N was getting into bed or changing into a sweatshirt or something. “Um… no, not anything too special.” More shuffling. “I just ate dinner.”

Hansol smiled. “What did you have? We found a cool sushi place by the hotel. The owner’s daughter knew us so he gave us free ice cream.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet!” Lots of shuffling and a slight grunt. “Just ramen. I didn’t have time to cook much, so we- I! I- I decided to just stay in and watch a movie.”

At that, Hansol perked up a little. “Did your friends come over to watch with you?”

“No, they were busy tonight. I just wanted to be by myself.” There was a small grunt again, sounding something between a laugh and annoyance, and then much more shuffling.

Hansol laughed slightly, more in confusion than anything else. Something was not right in how his partner was talking to him, and it was worrying him a bit. “What are you doing over there? It sounds like you’re doing gymnastics, Babe.”

Y/N laughed easily. “No, I promise I’m not, I’m just kinda-,” The phone was jerked away, and a slight, “No, let g-!” was heard before it was returned. Y/N’s voice came back far too loud, “Sorry, I’m just antsy right now.”

Hansol was sitting up now. “Is someone with you right now? Because if I’m being honest, I’m actually kinda worried right now. Tell me the truth, is something up?”

Just as he said this, the hotel door clicked open. He glanced over to see Seungkwan and Seokmin entering with Cokes and potato chips, but he ignored them when they waved.

“No, Hansol, I promise there isn’t, I just-,” Y/N actually yelped, and Hansol was on his feet in an instant. Seungkwan and Seokmin noticed and stared at him, their expressions obviously questioning him.

“Y/N, what the hell is going on?” he demanded, worry and aggravation written plainly on his face and edging in his voice.

“Hansol, I,” Y/N faltered, sounding ready to spill everything when they exclaimed, “I gotta go.”

“Y/N, wait-,”

“I gotta go.”

The phone was yanked from Y/N’s mouth, and just before hanging up, Hansol heard loud and clear, “Ji-Eun Seongsaengnim, you need to knock it the hell off-,” before the call ended angrily.

Hansol just stood there, feeling like a total idiot, and without saying anything just let the phone fall to the bed.

“Hansol-ah…?” Seungkwan started. He and Seokmin watched him carefully; his back was to them, but they could see the tenseness in his arms and shoulders. “Hansol, what happened?”

Hansol turned around, his brows furrowed so tightly that they looked ready to burst. “I… I don’t know yet,” he mumbled. Seeing their confusion, he said slowly, “Y/N doesn’t sound well. Something was wrong. I think someone was in the apartment, but when I asked, Y/N kept telling me ‘no’. Then right before hanging up, he/she yelled at someone. Do we know a Ji-Eun?”

Seungkwan and Seokmin stared at one another, their brows now knit similarly. “No,” Seungkwan said, immediate accusation flooding his features.

Seokmin coughed. “But Y/N doesn’t lie like that, Hansol,” he said comfortingly, setting his Coke down so he could sit. “You don’t really think there’s cheating or something, do you?”

Hansol was still frozen, brows still knit. “I really don’t know.”

His friends were quiet for awhile. Finally, Seungkwan murmured, “I’m sorry, Hansol.”

“We’ll be going home soon,” Seokmin added kindly. “You can talk about it then, right?”

Hansol smiled, just enough to upturn the corners of his mouth, but his brow didn’t loosen. “Yeah. I hope so.”


Seventeen returned to Seoul the next week just as the sun was setting. The members were all exhausted and Chan had to be carried from the van upstairs by a very disgruntled Seungcheol.

As they all moved their luggage upstairs, Hansol hurried over to Seokmin. “I’m running to Y/N’s place, okay? I already got permission from the manager.”

Seokmin nodded with an encouraging smile. “I hope it goes well, okay?”

Hansol smiled. “Thanks, man.”

Turning the corner from the dorms, Hansol ran all six blocks to the apartment despite how tired he was; he had been worried sick since the day of the phone call, and the worry had only increased with each passing day. He had tried hard not to think about it, he really had, but so many concerns plagued him. Hansol knew it had always been hard on you with him always being gone. Time together was near impossible with his schedule, and even when you could see each other, it had to remain hidden so the public- mostly his fans- would not lash out at either of you. Hansol almost tried to convince himself that cheating would be okay under those circumstances, but he knew that it really was not; if you could not handle the lack of company, he would just hope for you to break up with him. He would understand why you were struggling and not be nearly as sad as if you were actually with somebody else, something he knew his heart could never handle.

All these thoughts swarming around his head with each step, Hansol practically sprinted up the steps to the gate of your apartment. Pressing the buzzer for number 12, your apartment, he stood frantically tapping his hand against the side of his thigh, awaiting your answer. Soon enough, a crackle fizzed through the speaker, and he stood petrified as you spoke, “Hello?”

Hansol almost broke the button as he held down to speak. “Y/N? It’s Hansol- er, yeah, me. I’m home. Can I please come up?”

There was a moment of silence. Then the intercom crackled to life. “I- of course! Yes, that’s fine! Come on up!”

The door unlocked, and Hansol tore through it, pounding up the stairs to the thirds floor since the elevator was too slow. Reaching your door, he pounded down hard with his fist, still bouncing on his heels with nervousness. Then the door clicked open.

You popped your head out, trying to keep your apartment hidden. You smiled brightly quite aware of your flushed cheeks and messy hair. “Hansol! I didn’t expect you tonight!” You stepped out, throwing your arms around his neck in a tight hug. He hugged you back, but you could feel how tense he was, and it put you on edge. You pulled away, slightly confused. “Are you okay? I’ve missed you!”

Scratching the back of his neck uneasily, Hansol smiled. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine, I missed you too. Just- could I come in real quick? I swear I won’t stay long, I just have to talk to you real quick.”

At that, you froze. You motioned feebly at the door as if you’d never seen it before. “In there?”

At that, Hansol looked thoroughly distraught. “Uh… yeah. In your apartment.”

You peeked behind you pathetically, taking a deep sigh before stepping aside to let him in. He stepped inside and took off his shoes, but you could see his eyes carefully scanning everything. He took a few steps in, taking far too long to glance over your kitchen counter.

“Hansol?” You stepped in after him, not sure what to do with yourself. “What’s wrong? You’ve been acting funny since you got here.”

Hansol turned and looked at you, and he looked ready to vomit. “Can we please sit down?”

“Um, sure.” You led him into your small living room, to the new sky blue couch you just moved in. You could see his dark hazel eyes staring at it before sitting down.

“Oh my gosh, could you just please tell me what’s wrong?”

Hansol looked up at you, that weird look still on his face. “I, um… I… ugh.” Pulling you down next to him, he said slowly, carefully, “Something is wrong. Or at least I think so. Last week when you called me, you literally sputtered and couldn’t talk the whole time, and then you kept saying how ‘busy’ you’ve been, but you couldn’t tell me with what, and then you even mentioned someone’s name. A guy’s name, and um, and…” His eyes scanned the living room desperately, falling on the couch you both were sitting on. “And this!” he cried suddenly, causing you to jump. “This couch! You got it because the other one was too old, which is understandable, but… it was the way you said it. And you hung up on me.” Seeing the total alarm in your eyes, he sighed and hung his head. “Look,” he said, “I just need to know if something is wrong, mostly between us, because I feel like for some reason all that stuff you were mumbling about has to do with me. And I get that I’m basically the world’s worst boyfriend, because I’m never here for you, but if you’re unhappy then you have to tell me. I can’t just sit here and guess how you feel. And also, I don’t know who that guy is you were yelling at, but if you’re into having him around then we need to break up right now, because I refuse to be cheated on no matter how bad of a partner I might be, okay?”

At that, you could feel fear, sadness, and laughter building up inside you, and in a shaking voice you said softly, “Um… you’re not wrong, but you’re not right either.”

Seeing the total alarm on his face, you actually laughed slightly. “I wasn’t planning on telling you this early, mostly because he’s not being good these days, but I have a surprise for you. Come with me!”

You stood up quickly, grabbing his hands and ignoring his confusion, and dragged him down your small hallway to your closed bedroom door. Turning the knob excitedly, you threw open the door and tugged him in, watching as his face went from confused to very confused to sudden shock, then total joy. The small gray munchkin cat curled up on your bed looked up from his sleep softly, his round eyes locking with Hansol’s equally round ones immediately.

Hansol looked at you, his eyes watering and mouth wide open, then back at the cat, then back at you at a complete loss at what to do with himself. You just giggled, relief finally washing over you that he was not angry anymore. “Surprise!” you sang in a small voice, waving jazz hands feebly.

Without even waiting for you to say anything else, Hansol practically threw himself onto the bed to pet him. “This is the surprise? Oh my god, where did you get him?”

You sat next to him as he let the cat lick his finger in total awe. “I got him at a pet store,” you said wide-eyed, like it was a big secret. He almost rolled his eyes at you, but was too pleased by the cat to do so. “His name is Ji-Eun, and he belongs to the both of us. I know you miss your cat back home, so I figured Ji-Eun would be nice. And honestly, he’s nice company to me for when you can’t visit. He’s bad though; he shredded up the old couch entirely, so I had to get a new one and get him a scratching post.” You motioned to the corner where you had kept it. Hansol didn’t look though, he now had Ji-Eun buried in his jacket and looked like he was ready to cry. You put a hand on his shoulder, preparing to speak again, when he cut you off with a soft kiss.

He pulled away slowly, watching the blush spread over your cheeks, and he said immediately, “Y/N, I can’t say sorry enough. I accused you of cheating on me when you were trying to hide a gift to me, and I…” His head hung, and you could see him searching for words, something comforting to say, but you just rested your head on his shoulder.

“I can understand why you would think that,” you laughed with embarrassment. “I wasn’t good at hiding it at all. I mean, Ji-Eun clawed my leg when I was on the phone with you and I about screamed.”

Hansol bolted straight up, eying you in shock, like he put something together inside his head. He swallowed. “He did?”

You leaned over to roll up your jeans, revealing the bottom of five long red streaks on your calf. Hansol gulped again.

“I thought, that, um, I thought someone was tou-,”

“No, no, but I can understand! I’m sorry about that. And it’s true, I’m lonely when you’re not here. I needed someone with me. But it would never be another man, and I can swear to God on that.” You lifted his chin to look you in the eyes. “I love you, Hansol. Even if it’s hard, please don’t doubt that, and I promise I’ll never doubt you, okay?”

Hansol smiled softly, his eyes watering slightly in the corners. He started to laugh a little bit, something he always did when he was trying to overcome any sad feelings, to cheer himself up, and he pulled you into a hug. “I feel so silly now… You were having an affair with a tiny cat.”

You laughed at him, hugging him tighter, reaching up to wipe his tears with your fingers, making him laugh in turn.

You both sat there, petting your new family member, and even if Ji-Eun was just a cat, he was a promise between the two of you to not doubt again. 


Seungkwan and Seokmin were sitting in the kitchen, distracted by their worry about Hansol when a Snapchat rolled in. Seungkwan pulled out his phone lazily, opening it. His eyes lit up.

“Seokmin!”

“Huh?”

“Hansol is a dad!”

Seokmin dropped his water all down his shirt and he almost slipped running over, the need to vomit, scream, cry, and swear like a sailor mixing together inside his head when Seungkwan shoved the phone in his face. On the screen was Hansol, a tiny gray cat latched to his face by its sharp baby claws and him simultaneously screaming and dabbing with #1 Dad stickers everywhere.


When Hansol returned that night, the other ten were cleaning the dorm, which confused him since they had not been around long enough to make a mess. Nobody told him that when Seungkwan screamed, “Hansol is a dad!” as loud as he could, they all collectively dropped, ripped, crushed, or snapped whatever they were doing. They were even more concerned by the deep red claw marks all over his face as well. It was a night of surprises, indeed.

5 things tag

Thanks for tagging me @imusuallyobsessed

5 things you’ll find in my bag:

  1. Pack of gum
  2. Lotion
  3. Wallet
  4. Notebook
  5. Multitude of pens

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom:

  1. Bookcase which holds both books and Funko Pops!
  2. Television
  3. Desk
  4. A Papasan Chair or what my sister likes to call my turtle chair
  5. Fabric Sailor Moon poster 

5 things I’m into at the moment:

  1. Writing
  2. Wonder Woman
  3. Olicity
  4. Mercy Thompson books
  5. Werewolves and vampires in general 

5 things on my to-do list:

  1. Start some original work. 
  2. Finish/Start [insert fic title/au here]
  3. Shower
  4. Pack my shit so I can go home tomorrow
  5. Mentally prepare psych myself out for my doc appointment tomorrow

5 things people don’t know about me:

  1. I’m a three time drop out [quietly high fives oliver]
  2. I have my driver’s license but i don’t drive (anymore)
  3. I’ve kissed the Blarney Stone
  4. I don’t know how to swim or ride a bike
  5. My first name is hyphenated 

tagging: @dinahhdrake @blackcanarydinah @muslimsmoak @wherethereissmoak @coal000 @spaztronautwriter

Hey guys! 

Just a quick update to post a fix for this desk chair from this post. I seem to have completely forgotten to do the LODs. I’ve fixed it and if you are interested in re-downloading the chair just put it into your mods folder and replace the old one. Sorry ‘bout that! 

Enjoy and Happy Simming!

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Touches

Summary: After having a nightmare where he couldn’t save you, Bucky takes it upon himself to make sure you’re always safe. Based off a request sent in by @snuggleducky 

Word Count: 1,953

Warnings: None.

A/N: This is fluffy and cute. I hope you all enjoy it!

Originally posted by oursisthefvry


Cold sweat running down his face, Bucky flung the sheets off his body and staggered out of bed. Clutching his chest with his flesh hand, he let his nails dig into his bare skin, anchoring him to the present time. He blinked repeatedly, eyes quickly getting used to the darkness around him, the moon just barely peeking through the blinds.

Heart beating rapidly, he took a deep breath as he padded across the room and made a beeline to the kitchen. It was easy enough to pry open the refrigerator and grab a cold bottle of water. Bucky almost broke it as he tore the lid off and brought it up to his lips, gulping it all down within seconds.

He leaned against the kitchen counter using the heels of his hands, body curving slightly as he stretched, got his body used to being awake after being stuck in deep sleep, in a nightmare.

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Bygones of the Sun | 03 (M)

Originally posted by hobismole

Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok

Length: 7.8k

Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

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Taehyung's vlive: A summary

- half a million people watching him eat 2 burgers and fries (it made me so happy)

- him walking off for 30 seconds just to come back and show us some shirts

- Soft Jazz music playing in the background

- Turns on singing in the rain and starts dancing to it for about a solid half a minute

- 3 quarters of a million people seeing him spill liquid on his shirt and pants and watch him get up and wipe off his shirt

- walks away from the camera again and when he walks back into the shot about 20 seconds later he is buttoning up a new, clean shirt. I was shook.

- Turns on Frank Sinatra and then leans back in his desk chair and straight up makes eye contact with the camera lens for 25 seconds….and does nothing.

- long haired Taehyung

- glasses Taehyung

- messy eater Taehyung

Strings // Jeff Atkins

A/N: In which I come out of hibernation @prettieparker86 

Named after: Repetitive dialogue. 


Come over.

You read the text over and over and over again, occasionally glancing at the time on your phone which read 12:42 am.

Booty call.

You tossed your phone back into your nightstand, turning over and shutting your eyes. Your phone vibrated against your desk, as though to mock you. You huffed, ignoring the texts that read

‘Please’

‘I can’t sleep’

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Pushing Buttons (Part 2)

Steve x Reader

Warnings: SMUT. Unprotected sex (wear a condom, pee after), oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, slight choking, hair pulling, dirty talk, bossy/demanding Steve, rough sex, mentions of being tied up, ass slapping. Also, swearing

WC 2794

AN: I told you there’d be a part two. I’m sorry I’m such a wordy mother fucker but it’s worth it. (so fucking worth it). Enjoy.

After Steve left, you took a long, hot shower. You needed to wash the mission off your skin and you scrubbed long and hard until you felt clean. Then, you turned the water as hot as you could stand it and just stood under the stream.

You had no idea what possessed Steve to kiss you. You were kicking yourself for not kissing him back but you had been shocked into inaction. One minute he was yelling at you, the next, his lips were against yours. You brushed a finger up against your lips trying to make sense of what had happened.

You were also stalling. You didn’t want to go down to dinner and face everyone. You were upset that you’d have to sit out the next three missions. Three! You could feel yourself getting angry again and you took a deep breath trying to calm yourself. You were also embarrassed at your behaviour. You had let your anger get the better of you. But, dammit, you still didn’t know why he was so pissed during the mission.

Eventually the water turned cold and you quickly dressed and headed down to eat. You were hoping it wouldn’t be a full house since you didn’t want to have to answer any questions but luck wasn’t on your side because almost everyone was sitting around the table eating together. As soon as you into the room, everyone stopped talking. You knew they had been talking about you and it made your skin prickle.

“Oh, come on,” you muttered under your breath, taking your seat.

“Sam told us what happened,” Wanda spoke, not unkindly.

He had the decency to look embarrassed.

“Really Wilson? You couldn’t wait for me to share?”

“I’m sorry! After I came to check on you everyone wanted to know if you were okay. It just came out.”

You didn’t respond, instead, choosing to ignore him and eat in silence.

“C’mon, Y/N. Don’t be mad.”

“I’m just impressed you got him to yell at you,” piped up Natasha from the other end of the table. “He never yells.”

“Lucky me then,” you replied, sourly.

Just then, you heard someone clear their throat behind you.

“Oh, for crying out loud,” you turned around. “Does that count as subordination, too, Sir?”

Steve rolled his eyes at you, “No. That’s just you being a brat.”

You could feel your nostrils flare. Standing up abruptly, you picked up your plate, “I’m not that hungry after all,” you said leaving the table before you could get in any more trouble.

No one followed you out. 

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I Hate This (Part I) || Jughead Jones x Reader

Show: Riverdale

Request: N/A

Paring(s): Jughead x Betty, Jughead x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1728

Parts: Part II Ending I, Part II Ending II

Originally posted by fightingtheangels

Your POV…

It’s been weeks since Betty and Jughead got together. It’s been weeks since you talked to Jughead as well. I’ve been avoiding him like the plague. I’ve been avoiding all of them really. Archie’s tried talking to me but after so many years of seeing it, wherever there’s Archie, Jughead isn’t far behind. So I did what I do best, ignore and run. Betty and Veronica have tried talking to me but they get the same response. The only one I haven’t ignored is Kevin Keller, my best friend.

“(Y/N), talk to them. They’re going crazy trying to find out why you’ve been avoiding them,“ Kevin stood by my locker giving me the same spiel he has been giving me the weeks I’ve been avoiding them.

“Kev, I’ve told you this many times before, no. And you know why so don’t bother asking,“ I closed my locker while meeting his gaze. Over his shoulder, I could see the four people I didn’t want to heading our way, “I’ll see you in biology, Kev,” I walked away as quickly as I could from them.

“(Y/N)!” I ran around the corner and to my class at the sound of Jughead’s voice. I’m not facing any of them just yet.

Kevin walked home with me. He wanted to talk more about it and I finally agreed.

“Okay. We’re in your room. Why are you ignoring them?“ Kevin asked me.

“I’ve known Jughead, Betty, and Archie for years. I met them in fifth grade when I first moved to Riverdale. Whereas Betty and Archie were best friends, Jughead and I were too. Jughead and Archie are brothers. Archie was the only one to know I had a crush on Jughead and he used to make fun of me for it but Archie stopped because I got over Jughead.“

“Is there a reason for this backstory?“ Kevin threw himself on my bed in feign annoyance to get me to laugh. In result, I laughed but he also got a face full of my faux fur pillow. I faced him as I sat down at my desk just across from my bed.

“Yes there is. Archie told Jughead and Betty that I used to like him after I convinced Archie I didn’t like Jughead anymore. Well, Jughead and Betty laughed at me. Made fun of me and Jughead even said that he didn’t and probably wouldn’t ever have a crush on me. I played it off like it didn’t matter to me but I went home that night and cried because I still liked him. I thought I got over him over the years but once it came out that he and Betty were together, I did the same thing I did when he said that to me. I came home and cried,“ I got up and leaned against the sill of my window.

“You still like him,“ I could see all of the gears in his head spinning. I saw all of it clicking in his head.

“I guess he was right. He never liked me and he never will,“ I smiled softly at Kevin’s look of pity.

Kevin’s POV…

I stormed over to their table much to the disliking of (Y/N). I could hear her calling my name but I ignored it. I had a few things I needed to say to Thing 1 and Thing 2.

“Jughead, Archie, I need to talk to you too,“ I walked away with them following in tow.

“What’s up, Kev?“ I wanted to chuckle at the seemingly normal tone of voice Archie had.

“What’s up is that you two are pricks. No wonder (Y/N) doesn’t want to talk to any of you right now.“

“Wait, she told you why she’s ignoring us? What’d she say?“ I laughed at Jughead’s question because I wanted to tell them and call them out on their shit but it wasn’t my place. It also wouldn’t look good getting into a fight with my dad as the sheriff.

“It’s not my place to tell but you two definitely know why. Betty does too,“ I pushed pass them and walked back to (Y/N) who stood there with her usual poker face and her arms crossed, “Something had to be said, (Y/N).”

Your POV…

I wasn’t upset with Kevin for confronting them. I was kinda glad he did but I was also anxious because this would mean that they’d confront me about it asking why. That wasn’t something I was ready for but in all honesty, it probably wouldn’t be something I was ever ready for.

The day went on as normal. Them trying to talk to me, me avoiding them, and then me going home as quickly as I could to avoid all confrontation. Unfortunately for me though, the universe was not on my side. As soon as I got home, I got an hour to myself before Jughead came to visit me.

“Hey there, Juliet,“ I spun around in my desk chair at his voice before turning around and rolling my eyes. I still didn’t say anything to him, “Why are you ignoring all of us? And what did you tel Kevin to make him lose his shit on me and Archie?“ Jughead was probably already in my room sitting on my bed but I wasn’t going to turn around and find out, “(Y/N/N), come on. We’re best friends, why won’t you tell me what I did?” I couldn’t stop the cold scoff that came from me.

“I hate this, Jughead. I really do,“ I refused to turn and face him because I would lose it.

“Hate what, (Y/N)?“

“All of this. I just-“ what’s the point? This isn’t going to change anything, “Nevermind.“

“No tell me,“ his voice was concerned but it was also very strict in its tone.

“Why? What’s the point? Anything I say now can ruin our friendship. But it’s not like that matters. It’s not like it’s ever mattered,“ fuck it. I turned around and faced him with a burning in my eyes and a lump in my throat.

“It matters, (Y/N). You’re my best friend and I care about you. And it won’t ruin our friendship,“ I could see the hurt in his eyes but I still couldn’t bring myself to believe him.

“Really? You care? Is that why you haven’t put much effort in trying to talk to me? At least Archie, Betty, and Veronica stopped me multiple times in attempts to get me to talk.“

“What could I have said that they didn’t already?“ he was raising his voice at this point, something he rarely ever did towards me.

“Does that even matter? You didn’t even fucking try and yet you still call me your best friend. You know what, Jones, we haven’t been best friends for awhile. Not since Betty asked you to help her with the Blue and Gold. You stopped talking to me and hanging out with me as much, Jones. I wasn’t the one who stopped. And you know for damn sure that I wouldn’t have given up as easily as you did if our roles were reversed,“ the tears were flowing freely at this point and I don’t care anymore.

“What would I have done? Waltzed up to you and you would’ve magically talked to me? I know you, (Y/N). It wouldn’t have been that fucking easy otherwise I would’ve done it. And as for the whole best friend thing, you are my best friend. I just hung out with Betty more because she did the one thing for me that you couldn’t. Make me happy and calm every fucking demon in my head. You’re jealous of her and every one can see it. She’s everything you’re not-”

“Trust me, I know she’s everything I’m not, Forsythe. She’s smart and I’m not. She’s pretty and I’m not. She’s everyone’s friend and I’m not. I’m barely even yours. She’s the perfect girl next door with flawless, milky skin, blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and radiant smile. But I’m not jealous of any of that. I don’t wish to be her. I’m jealous of the fact that she took my best friend from me and made it look like you were never even my best friend in the first place. That’s what I’m jealous of, Forsythe,“ my tone was calm, my stature was calm, but anyone could see the pain I felt in my eyes as tears fell down my cheeks like it was raining.

“Are you sure?“ I hate the smirk that he was wearing as he got up and took slow steps towards me. It’s the one he wore whenever he knew something others didn’t, “I think you’re jealous of the fact that I love her and not you,“ that’s what did it. I froze as I felt myself going numb from his words.

“Fine. I love you and I fucking hate it. Are you happy now?“

“Then stop loving me-”

“I can’t! Don’t you get it? If I could, trust me, I would’ve stopped when I first started to. I’ve loved you for years, Forsythe. And I hate it so fucking much. I hated it when I told Archie years ago, I hated it when you all made fun of me for it, I hated it when you broke my heart, and I hate it now as you break my heart yet again. So I’ll say it again, I hate this,” I got up and walked towards him as my words were muffled slightly as I spoke through gritted teeth. I saw shock seep into his eyes as everything that was happening clicked.

“(Y/N)-“

“Save it. I think you said everything you wanted to. Don’t you agree? And I proved you wrong yet again. What I said ruined our friendship. Just go, Forsythe,“ I turned back to my desk and sat down in my chair.

“(Y/N), I-“

“Go,“ he sighed heavily before I heard him take his leave through my window. Once I turned around to make sure that he was gone, I walked over and shut the window, locking it as well. I could feel everything hit me all at once as I reached for my phone and called Kevin.

“What’s up?“ I couldn’t form a coherent sentence through my sobs but luckily, I didn’t need to, “I’m on my way.“

~Ace~

The King (3) (NSFW)

Originally posted by wovlerines

THE KING CHAPTER 1

T’Challa x Reader

Summary: Sugar Daddy Art Collector T’Challa

Warnings: smut

A/N: Wanted to try to get another chapter of this out this weekend since I won’t be able to really write during the week (and because this idea came to me today and I wanted to get it down before I forgot).


It had surprisingly been more than a week since you had heard from T’Challa last and it was kind of starting to worry you. You had heard through the grape vine that he was out of the country but that usually didn’t stop him from at least texting you. Honestly, you guys talked so much that if it weren’t for the fact that you weren’t allowed to tell anyone about the two of you, you’d almost think you were in a real relationship. But your worries were squelched when you walked into your office and saw a huge bouquet of flowers waiting for you. There was no note on them but you knew who they were from. No one else would send such an over the top gift to you. For heaven’s sake, they took up half your desk, you had to give them their own chair just to get them out of the way.

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The year is 2054. I sit in my grotesque but useful antler rocker, staring out the window, knitting intentional blood spatter onto my favorite antler sweater. Hannibal has been off the air for many years, but lives on in our hearts and in every room of the home i built with my own hands from found animal bones and stage blood and printouts of nice things people have said about me on the internet. Tumblr, somehow, lives on.

I get up from my antler rocker and move to my antler desk and chair. I open my ancient laptop–it too, somehow, made of antlers– and find myself on the blue hellscape that has been my home since I was but a wee fandom grandma–one that hadn’t yet begun to understand the definition of Tired–to see that I have one new message. I click on my inbox.

Tag your bottom Hannibal!!!!! the anonymous visitor to my decades-old archive of shame demands. I sigh and go back to my window.

So Let The Love Tear Us Apart

this is a gift 4 my life partner @alrightevans as a congratulations for getting through her exams im proud of u, u dickhead xxxx

( love also to @prongsyouignoramus for her help )

Word Count: 3200

AO3


It’s been two weeks since Mr Evans’ funeral, James’ mum informs them sombrely she clicks on her left indicator to leave the train station carpark. Sirius shoots James a look, but James just stares out the window and counts the number of garden gnomes they pass.

(Nobody has garden gnomes in London, except Notorious Nick from halls in first year, and even then, he’d stolen them.

He’d let James help him go at them with cricket bats in the courtyard after exams. Smashing a ceramic gnome with a swing that would’ve scored a six was one of life’s finer pleasures, he’d decided.)

“How long are you boys staying for?” Euphemia asks, and this earns James another look from Sirius.

“Not sure yet,” Sirius says, but he’s still giving James that look, the one that tells James when he’s being too depressing, or too melancholy, and Sirius is this close to calling his mum about it. It’s a look that says why are you keeping secrets from us?

“A while, I think,” James says.

“Oh?” Euphemia tries to make eye contact with James through the rearview mirror, but he stares steadfastly at the back of the headrest in front of him.

“Is it alright if we go to Pete’s before dinner?”

She pauses, trying to weigh the situation. “Of course.”

James sits back and starts on the gnomes again.

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anonymous asked:

Lena constantly buying kara things because money isn't an issue for her and because she wasn't brought up in a loving family she tries to buy things to keep people happy. eventually Winn and James have to corner kara to ask if lena is her sugar mumMY which kara explains lena and her aren't like that they are just friends but then she realises maybe she should stop lena from buying her so much which leads to the sugar mummy conversation with lena.

“Sooo,” Winn draws the word out, twirling in his desk chair to face Kara. “Looks like National City’s favorite superhero has a new sugar mama!”

“What?” Kara blinks up at him confused and James wiggles his eyebrows from his perch in the desk. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about how you-” he mimes throwing punches towards her abdomen, “Have a sugar mama.”

Her phone dings and she looks down to see a text from Lena.

*Are you going to be home for dinner? I’m going to pick up potstickers*

She grins before typing back.

*Sounds perfect! Ice cream?*

“Is that her?” Winn teases.

“Who?”

“Your sugar mama!”

“I don’t know what that is.”

Winn slumps over exasperated, but James helps her out.

“It ‘s like a really wealthy … friend, that buys you things in exchange for …  friendship.”

“That’s ridiculous! Lena doesn’t have to buy my friendship!”

“No, no, of course not, I wasn’t trying imply -”

“What James is trying to say is that a sugar mama is like a friend with benefits. Only with extra benefits because she buys you stuff.” Winn winks.

“I thought friends with benefits meant you were … you know sleeping together.” Kara can feel her eyebrows crinkle.

Win throws up his hands frustration and looks to James.

“Am I missing something?!”

James placates him with a hand on his shoulder and turns to Kara with a warm smile.

“It’s okay, we’re not going to judge you Kara - because she’s a woman OR because she’s a Luthor. She’s proven herself by saving you plenty of times.”

“I’m glad that you guys finally trust her, but we’re not sleeping together.”

“Hey, that’s cool! Taking your time before you get intimate in relationships is a good thing.”

“We’re not in a relationship though.”

Winn and James share a look that she can’t quite interpret.

“Alright, well; I’m gonna go do a lap of the city, make sure nothing’s brewing. I don’t want dinner to get interrupted. Last time Lena brought home potstickers there was a bank robbery right in the middle of an episode of Homeland.” She starts turning to leave but stops. “I’ll see you guys for game night tomorrow?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.” James promises, and then she’s speeding off, the thoughts of Chinese food already making her mouth water.

“Alex was right.” Winn says as he and James watch Kara take off through the sky light. “They have no idea they’re dating.”

VOMIT WARNING (I know some people don’t like that, so just a warning)

Because I’m spiraling into a Voltron writing obsession, here’s another college AU, based loosely on my own experiences ayyyyyy *finger guns*

(Also you should definitely send me some prompts because I want to write more Voltron but don’t know what else to write)


“So I was thinking we could-” Keith started, but was once again, for what must have been the hundredth time today, cut off by Lance.

“-Hey, have you guys seen that video?”

Keith and Hunk groaned in frustration.

Shiro sighed. “You did it again, Lance.”

Keith let out an exasperated sigh. “Lance! You can’t keep-Lance! I’m talking to you. Will you pay attention for like, FIVE minutes? Or even TWO?”

Lance snapped his attention back to Keith. “Hmm?”

Keith clenched his jaw, frustration bubbling in his chest. Lance was completely unable to focus. On ANYTHING. He had been distracted and disruptive all day, bouncing off the walls and going off on tangents that were completely unrelated to what anybody was talking about.

Keith was exhausted just trying to keep up with him. Even Shiro, ever patient Shiro, was growing frustrated with him.

“What’s WITH you today?”

“I…uh…too much coffee, I guess.” Lance said, glancing around uncomfortably before hopping out of his seat and grabbing all his stuff.

“Lance, what’s going o-”

“-I have to go do homework!”

Keith, Shiro and Hunk watched as Lance hurried off.

“What…was that?” Hunk asked. “I mean he’s always been…crazy but not like THIS.”

“Uh…coffee, apparently.” Shiro frowned.

Lance burst into his room, his heart pounding in his chest. He was just annoying everyone, but he couldn’t help it. He tried, he tried SO hard, but he was completely and totally unable to focus.

He had completely forgotten to take his medication this morning, and he didn’t realize it until nearly five PM, and by that time it was too late. If he took it now, he wouldn’t sleep that night, and he needed to sleep.

He knew it was a lost cause, but he was going to try and get some studying done.

Instead of studying, he found himself spinning in his desk chair, staring up at the ceiling to count the tiles.

While he was spinning, some Velcro from one of his projects caught his eye, and before he knew it, he was taping half of it to the wall, and half to his hands.

Keith walked in right as he was about to launch himself off the bed and onto the wall.

“Lance!”

“Yes, roomie?” Lance asked, bouncing up and down on the bed lightly.

“What the hell are you doing? Get down!”

“I wanted to be SpiderMan.”

“You wanted to be spider-get down!” He cried, throwing his hands in the air. “I thought you were studying.”

“I was going to…but then I got sidetracked.” He said, slowly coming to a standstill.

“Okay, this,” Keith said, gesturing from the wall to Lance, “is NOT a good idea. Seriously.”

Lance sighed. “Yeah I guess you’re right - hey have you seen that video?”

Keith pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t…you need to be a bit more specific. What video are you talking about?”

“The…uh…guy who ate weed brownies and thought he was dead. Ooh! There’s this really good show on Netflix. The Flash, have you heard of it?Season one isn’t great, but it gets better. Have you watched it?”

Keith blinked. “No, I haven’t. Lance, are you alright?”

“Peachy. Why?”

“You’re all over the place, man.”

Lance’s face hardened, and he got off the bed and went to sit at his desk. “I told you. I had too much coffee.”

“Um…okay.”

Keith sat on his bed, facing Lance. 

He watched as Lance struggled to calm himself enough to focus. 

He watched as Lance tapped his pencil on the desk incessantly and rolled back and forth in his chair while he stared at his laptop. He must have gotten up fifteen times to go walk to their mini fridge and walk back to his seat.

Then, Lance straightened in his chair and pressed a hand to his stomach. A grimace crossed his face and he stood up.

“Lance? Are you okay?”

“Stomachache.” He bit out, gritting his teeth as he climbed into bed.

Keith frowned. “Are you going to be sick?”

“I don’t…maybe.” He groaned.

“What happened? You were fine literally a minute ago.”

“I’m fine. Leave me alone.” He groaned, curling into himself as tightly as possible.

“Lance-”

“-I’m FINE. This happens a lot. Leave me alone.”

“What do you mean?” He demanded. “Do you need to see a doctor?”

Lance let out a heavy sigh. “I have…nnngh…I have ADHD.”

“That…what does that have to do with your stomach?”

“I forgot to take my meds. This is a side effect.”

“Oh shit.” Keith said, his eyebrows shooting up. “Do you need anything?”

“I just need to…r-ride it out.” He groaned, gripping the blankets and writhing in pain. Sharp, stabbing, cramping pains were shooting across his abdomen in waves.

“Are you sure?”

Lance just groaned in pain, pressing his face into the pillow.

“Okay, I’m calling Shiro.”

“No-”

“-it’s not up for discussion, Lance.” He said firmly.

Lance whimpered in pain, squeezing his eyes shut.

Keith dialed Shiro’s number, keeping his eyes on Lance.

“Hey, Keith.”

“Shiro, we need you over here.”

“What’s the matter?”

“It’s Lance.”

“What happened with Lance?”

“He has a really bad stomachache…he’s writhing in pain in bed and I don’t know what to do.”

“Does he have a fever?”

“I don’t-Lance, do you have a fever?”

“No, idiot. I don’t have a fever.” Lance spat. “I’m not SICK, you don’t need to call Sh-Shiro…I’m f-ngggh.”

Keith rolled his eyes. “He doesn’t have a fever.”

“Give him something for the pain, I’ll be there soon.”

A wave of nausea rolled over him, and he got out of bed and made a b-line for the bathroom.

Lance slammed the door shut, and leaned over the toilet to empty his stomach. When he emerged from the bathroom, pale and shaky, Shiro was there.

“Are you alright?” He asked, pressing his hand to Lance’s cheek.

Lance batted his hand away. “I’m fine.”

Throwing up almost always brought relief when this happened. He felt mostly better, his stomach still hurt but it was nowhere as bad as before.

“You’re not fine.” Shiro said, shaking his head. Lance groaned, thoroughly irritated at all the attention he was getting.

Keith pursed his lips. “He says it’s a side effect from not taking his medication.”

Shiro frowned. “What? What medication?”

Lance clenched his jaw. “I have ADHD. I forgot to take my medication and that’s why I was so unbearable today.”

“Lance, you weren’t-”

“I annoyed you…I know I was.  I knew when I kept cutting you off.  I know how annoying I get when I don’t take them…I tried really hard to stop…to be normal, but I couldn’t.  I’m sorry.” Lance said, his eyes filling with tears. 

“Look,” Shiro started.  “I’ll admit…I was getting frustrated.”

“Me too, but dude, it wasn’t just that you were annoying.  We knew something was up, you’re not usually this…uh…”

“All over the place.” Shiro supplied. 

“Yeah, that.  You’re not usually all over the place like this.”

“We were just worried.” 

Lance looked at them.  “You were?”

Both Shiro and Keith nodded.  “Yeah.”

Lance sighed.  “I don’t really tell people,..ever.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell us?” Shiro asked. “We’re your friends. Did you think we’d judge you?”

“Well…yeah…kind of.” Lance muttered, bringing his eyes to the floor.

Keith shook his head. “Why would we judge you for that? So what? What…uh…is ADHD?”

Lance rubbed his forehead. “Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. I can’t focus, basically. Look, as much as I’d love to continue this…health lesson…I’m exhausted.”

Shiro nodded. “Yeah…thank you though, for telling us. We don’t think any less of you, you know.”

Lance hung his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “I appreciate that, thanks.”

“Get some sleep, feel better.” Shiro said, clapping him on the back. “Call me if you need anything else.”

Keith walked him to the door as Lance got back into bed. “Thanks, Shiro.”

“Anytime.”