drunk all day and all night

todorokishochan  asked:

Holy cow, that is a good idea! Yes, the faeformers get together to coordinate their activities/stuff they do so they don't clash with each others, and also because some of them can't stand the sight of the other. But there is one day where all of them gather to have this huge party, going all TGIF. xD They dine and go drunk on magical wine, and dance to music played by the fossegrim bc let's face it, some of them loveeee dancing :D

Yes!  :D  One night every year all the faeformers from the different courts get together and put aside their grudges for one night and just freaking party!  It’s loud and wild and fun, and above all safe because it is an unspoken rule that you Do Not harm another faeformer during the truce period.  (To do so would invoke the wrath of the ruling fae, and possibly even death.)

It’s considered especially dangerous for humans to go wandering around outside during this particular night.  Especially with so many of the more dangerous faeformers lurking about.  (Most people living in the nearby villages cover their ears to block out the strange, haunting music and huddle together until morning.)

Of course, there are humans who either ignore the warnings or simply get lost in the woods at the worst possible time that happen to stumble across their fete.  While the faeformers are forbidden from shedding any blood (including human blood) for this one night, be very wary as some of the more unscrupulous ones will try to trick you into staying with them forever.  Stay and dance for a while if you must, but whatever you do, make sure you don’t eat anything they offer you and that you get back home before dawn. 

TalesFromThePizzaGuy: Protip: When they try to scam you out of your pizza, lie about where it's going

I delivered for Domino’s through college, and I came up with a trick for dealing with people trying to scam you out of your pizza during busy festivals and events.

Each year, we’d have motorcycle rallies that would flood all the hotels with bikers, and we’d be balls-to-the-wall busy all day. Hotel deliveries all day. $200+ a night in tips, easy.

The problem is around dinner time, traffic is stalled, people are drunk and hungry, deliveries are running behind… I’d be walking up to a hotel with a bag of pizzas and people down in the parking lot would LEGIT walk up to me with cash in hand and pretend to be the people who ordered.

So I started lying to test them. Dude walks up to me with cash, so I peek in my bag and say, Oh, you’re Econolodge room 334? (there’s not even a room 334 lol). With a straight face, he says, “Yep, that’s me!” and extends his money to me. Oh, this one’s going to room 201 (the actual room), yours will be here soon. (Bye Felicia.)

By: Atillion

anonymous asked:

Omfg mod!!!! Go to sleep love! Fuck!

[-N O N D E S C R I P T H I S S I N G N O I S E S F R O M M O D T O R D I O T-

No but seriously if I sleep now I’ll sleep all day and then be up all night. ;;7;; I physically can’t sleep at this point. So I figured I might as well let Tord continue being a crazy drunk XD]

So we haven’t spoken in 3 days since you told me that I meant absolutely nothing and I tried to bunk class because I couldn’t fucking handle it

And it wasn’t suppose to happen but I was drunk and your parents weren’t home and it was just all too fucking easy, so when you ask me to come round, all the things you said leave my mind and I find myself in your arms once again

And my friends are angry because I left them on a night that was suppose to be for us, for a boy who doesn’t give a fuck.

So I let him crawl inside me once again whilst his little brother is asleep upstairs and when it’s all over he walks away saying “don’t fucking fall in love"

And that’s how it goes, he can say what he wants and he can do what he wants and I will still go running back. I’ll go running back every single time.

—  Houses I don’t belong in
📬 masterlist 📬

📩 all texts 📩
[from oldest to newest]

🍜 all seokjin texts
seokjin + y/n + food [first texts!]
daily texts with seokjin pt. 1
daily texts with seokjin pt. 2
- when seokjin is on tour
- daily texts with seokjin pt. 3 [ft. yoongi]
- happy white day! [ft. hyung line]
- gryffindor! seokjin (harry potter au)
- daily texts with seokjin pt. 4
- seokjin as a dad
- college! seokjin [ot7]
- seokjin + y/n + food pt. 2
- drunk! seokjin
- daily texts with seokjin pt. 5

👻 all yoongi texts
daily texts with the rap line [ft. hoseok & namjoon]
when yoongi is on tour
- happy birthday, yoongi!
- daily texts with yoongi [ft. seokjin]
- secretly soft! yoongi [ft. jungkook]
- happy white day! [ft. hyung line]
- drunk! yoongi
- slytherin! yoongi (hp au)
- daily texts with yoongi pt. 2
- jealous! yoongi
college! yoongi [ot7]
- yoongi on your birthday
- f2l: yoongi confesses
- yoongi accidentally makes you feel insecure
- yoongi as a dad
- daily texts with yoongi pt. 3

🌤 all hoseok texts
daily texts with the rap line [ft. yoongi & namjoon]
daily texts with hoseok
- you’re insecure about your relationship with hoseok
- happy white day! [ft. hyung line]
- when hoseok is on tour
- f2l: hoseok accidentally confessing
- hoseok + y/n’s aegyo
- hufflepuff! hoseok (hp au)
- daily texts with hoseok pt. 2
- college! hoseok [ot7]
- hoseok as a dad

🌹 all namjoon texts
daily texts with the rap line [ft. yoongi & hoseok]
- daily texts with namjoon
- when namjoon is on tour
- happy white day! [ft. hyung line]
- ravenclaw! namjoon (hp au)
- f2l: namjoon’s drunk confession
- college! namjoon [ot7]
- daily texts with namjoon pt. 2
- namjoon as a dad

💐 all jimin texts
daily texts with jimin
- when jimin is on tour
- happy white day! [ft. maknae line]
- jealous! jimin
- slytherin! jimin (hp au)
- moving in with jimin
- jimin gets a dog
- college! jimin [ot7]
- jimin as a dad
- daily texts with jimin pt. 2
- late nights with jimin

🐶 all taehyung texts
daily texts with taehyung
when taehyung is on tour
daily texts with taehyung pt. 2
taehyung worries about you
- happy white day! [ft. maknae line]
- moving in with taehyung
- vacationing with taehyung
- taehyung cheering y/n up
- taehyung and his idol gf
- college! taehyung [ot7] 
- hufflepuff! taehyung
- going on vacation without taehyung
- daily texts with taehyung pt. 3
- taehyung as a dad
- college! taehyung pt. 2

🏆 all jungkook texts
a love/hate relationship with jungkook
- the boys tease jungkook about his crush on you
- when jungkook is on tour
- secretly soft! jungkook [ft. yoongi]
- happy white day! [ft. maknae line]
- daily texts with jungkook
- ravenclaw! jungkook (hp au)
- moving in with jungkook
- college! jungkook [ot7]
- college! jungkook pt. 2
- daily texts with jungkook pt. 2
- f2l: jungkook confesses
- daily texts with jungkook pt. 3
- drunk! jungkook
- jungkook as a dad

♥ valentine’s day starters, angst edition

{ the fluff edition is here! }

  • “we’ve had this planned for weeks.”
  • “this was important to me. you knew that.”
  • “how could you – and today, of all days?”
  • “you can keep the fucking flowers.”
  • “well, you’re only about…two hours late.”
  • “there’s dinner in the microwave. just fucking reheat it for yourself.”
  • “i thought you’d forgotten about tonight.”
  • “is getting piss drunk your idea of romance?”
  • “if you think chocolates are going to make me feel any better, you better think again and think fast.”
  • “was one night too much to ask for?”
  • “i warned you that i wasn’t not looking for anything serious.”
  • “i never asked for you to give me the world. all i’ve wanted is you.”
  • “you know, i don’t know why i’ve stayed this long.”
  • “i don’t know why i keep expecting one year to be any different.”
  • “you forgot. i can’t believe you forgot.”
  • “am i not a priority for you?”
  • “are we not a priority to you?”
  • “i waited for you.”
  • “i really thought you would show up this time.”
  • “i should have known not to get my hopes up.”
  • “can we at least pretend to be happy tonight?”
  • “can we at least pretend to be fucking normal tonight?”
  • “can you at least pretend you give a damn about me tonight?”
  • “i never promised you anything.”
    “i know it’s a shit day to bring this up, but…i don’t think it’s working out anymore.”
  • “please don’t start this. not tonight.”
  • “i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry.”
  • “i’m sorry. what else do you want me to say?”
  • “i forgot and i’m sorry. what else do you want me to say?”
  • “i won’t apologize for something that isn’t my fault.”
  • “i didn’t know this meant that much to you.”
  • “i don’t know why you’re acting like this.”
  • “it’s just a stupid holiday.”

Tied 

Dracoxreader smut Summary: You two are from different houses (i used ravenclaw here, but any other will do) and dont particularly like each other or get along at all. things get steamy one drunk night when all word filters are out of the picture. Warnings: biting kink (and smut, duh). Enjoy ;)


 The unbearably long day was slowly nearing to an end with only one class left. Naturally, it was one with the Slytherins. It was agonizing. You couldn’t avoid exchanging a few offensive swear words every time you ran into any of them in the halls. The worst was with Malfoy, the vain boy, proud of his heritage to an extent. It wasn’t until the fourth year that we had actually spoken a word to each other. Before that, it was only brisk eye contacts, his orbs sparkling with disgust. Then, one day I decided to let my mouth outrun my brain as I sad to him: “You don’t have to act like an arsehole if you don’t really want to, you know? Nobody is going to think less of you if you skip voicing your rather unnecessary opinion once in a while.” It was on a Wednesday like this one, the Charms class we had together had just ended. Draco had made a snarky remark on one of my housemate’s ‘ridiculous performance in the simplest charms’. The whole room was dead silent as i finished my sentence. He directed me a glare filled with wrath and said something that would’ve got me detention for a week hadn’t my friends held me back. “Why don’t YOU do everyone a favor and take your ugly presence elsewhere? I would suggest the sewers, where you’d fit in nicely,” that disgusting smirk of victory dancing on his too pale face. 


 "Stiff wiseacre.“ Draco’s voice rang through my ears as he pushed me away to enter the classroom first. My response rolled off my tongue immediately. “Bleached arsehole.” He turned around, staring at me intensely and would have surely directed me a couple more swear words before Flitwick entered the room and asked us to take our seats. “Why don’t you two just snog already,” my friend whispered as we sat down. “Excuse me?” My eyebrows furrowed and the corners of my mouth turned downwards in distress. “Oh please, Y/N. The sex tension between you two is flaming.” “I fucking hate him.” “You might as well hold a giant banner saying ‘sex tension’ the second you two as much as look at each other.” “You’re gonna make me vomit, will you, for the love of God, just stop?” And she did, snickering to herself when the professor started talking. 

Later that week, I sat in the Great Hall eating dinner. Much to my dismay, I couldn’t help but let my mind slip into thoughts about Draco. Ever since Jean had drawn my attention to the apparent sexual tension going on, I wouldn’t stop thinking about it. In class my eyes would linger a bit too long on his neck, tracing his smooth skin before I shake my head, snapping out of my bubble. My cheeks would heat up and my palms would get sweaty if he caught me gazing at his lips. “I hate him, what the hell is going on,” I murmured to myself, my words getting lost into the noise of the room. As I lifted my stare I saw Draco strutting to the Slytherin table. My insides twitched when he ran his hand through his sleek hair and connected our gazes. I quickly looked away, a little less discreetly than I wanted to. “I’m finished. You going,”I asked Jean standing up from my chair. “Yeah, I’m coming.”

Before I was ready, another Wednesday rolled around. I caught myself anxiously excited to be able to stare at the young Malfoy from the back of the room. I was standing in front of the classroom with my friends as his voice rang through my ears: “Geek fest, is it?” I felt intense heat rise in me, travelling all the way to my face. I turned to him, opening my mouth to direct him a couple of insults, but my words got stuck in my throat and all I managed to do is cough. The smirk he had playing on his lips disappeared for a second, expressing his confusion, but returned soon enough. Draco walked backwards to the classroom, his eyes piercing through me. All I could do was stare at him and his perfect blue orbs as well. “What the hell was that?” I turned to my friends, every single one of them giving me confused looks.

***

“Are you going to that party,” Jean asked me about a week later. We were sitting in the Ravenclaw common room, my nose buried in a Potions book. “What party,” I replied without so much as lifting my gaze. “The one that seventh-year girl invited us to. Remember?” “Yeah, I’m not going.” 

“Seriously? Why not?” She sounded irritated.

“I don’t know. This whole house unity people are trying to achieve sounds too good to be true. Plus, what if somebody catches us?”

“Oh come on, you are being paranoid, Y/N. You’re going. There will be alcohol.” She ended the last sentence in a sing-song voice.

“Even worse. I don’t want to go, Jean. Will the Slytherins be there?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

The way my cheeks started burning every time there was even an insinuation Draco was going to come up in a conversation started to annoy me. “I’m just trying to avoid unnecessary contact with them.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Is this about Malfoy?”

“What? What about him.” My words were shaky and too rushed.

“Oh Merlin, it is! When did this start? This is so exciting. It’s like in the books! Worst enemies fall for each-”

Stop,” I yelled standing up, “you’re making this up, just like you made up the ‘sexual tension’.” I air quoted the last words. 

“That is easily the biggest lie I’ve ever heard. You are totally whipped.”

“Shut up. Are you hearing yourself?! This is Malfoy we’re talking about!”

“Okay, so prove it. Come to the party.”

 “Bet your ass I’m going to.”

***

The hall echoed as my shoes hit the stone floor. I reached the Room of Requirement and joined the group of fellow Ravenclaws standing in front of it, elicting a couple of whistles from my friends. “Wow, Y/N. Who’s this all for?” “Hmm, I don’t know,” I said in a playful voice,”certainly not for you Theo.” I avoided Jean’s gaze as people laughed at my remark.

We entered the party, the Room of Requirement now spacious,decorated and already crowded. Sofas and chairs were scattered all over. “Welcome guys,” a seventh-year Griffindor yelled over the music,”make yourselves at home!” I grabbed myself a glass of Firewhiskey  and searched the room as I took a swig. My heart jumped when I saw Malfoy standing against a wall with a drink in his hand. My eyes then fell on a girl he was talking to. She was beautiful and obviously  very interested in him. “Stop,” I mumbled into my chin, trying to get rid of the undeniable feeling of jealousy growing inside. “Hey, Y/N! We’re starting a game of spin the bottle. Wanna join?” “No thanks. Maybe later.” “I’m sure your Slytherin prince will be playing,” Jean whispered, making sure nobody else heard. “And I’m sure I do not care,” I said through gritted teeth,”see you later Jean. Have fun.” “Okay. Right back at you.” She winked at me. I hated how right she was, how much I wished he would ditch that Slytherin girl and got his ass over here and pinned me to the cold wall. How much I wanted his hands everywhere… ‘Oh God, please stop,’ I thought rubbing my temple. ‘You don’t have a chance anyway.’ 

My gaze was fixed on him. No matter how hard I tried, my stares, my thoughts, everything kept going back to him, as I went to get another drink, as I talked to other people, as I tried to dance. Finally, Theo came up to me, offering me a cigarette. “One of the Muggle-borns smuggled some for us.” I gladly took one. Lighting it quickly with his lighter. It was a guilty pleasure. My eyes shot in Malfoy’s direction once again. Theo turned. “Who are you eyeing tonight?” “No one,” I said quickly.

I leaned against a wall, blowing smoke through my lips slowly. I didn’t even try to break my habit of glancing at the alluring blond boy across the room, only this time finding his stare on me. I quickly shifted, trying to look everywhere except in his direction, taking another drag. “Here, take the whole pack. We have more over there. Now, if you’ll excuse me, some fine birds are waiting to be caged by this beauty.” “Mhmm,” I barely listened to him, snatching the cigarettes from his hand. 

I couldn’t shake the magnetic need to eye Draco. I took an upset smoke when I saw him pushing himself of the wall and leaning to the girl’s ear to whisper something, touching her shoulder in the process. Then everything felt frozen,slow and cold when Draco’s darkened blue orbs pierced through me, his tall figure making his way over. My fingertips tingled, adrenaline shooting through my body. He took his time, walking slowly and arrogantly and I almost forgot how to stand and what to do with my hands. After what felt like an eternity, Malfoy lessened the distance and leaned next to me against the wall. We didn’t say anything as I took a drag and blew it out tediously slowly. 

“You know,” he started, looking straight ahead,”people say it’s rude to stare.” My heart raced out of my chest, I cleared my throat soundlessly in a poor attempt to keep my composure. “Really?” He finally turned his head to me, but I stood still, desperately trying to look cool smoking my cigarette. “Yeah. But sometimes,” Draco leaned forward, letting his breath skim over my skin,”it can be quite flattering.” For a few seconds I allowed myself to be frozen, a breath stuck in my throat, before I snapped out of it. “That’s really great for you, Malfoy.” He chuckled, sending shivers down my spine. “That’s the first time I ever heard you say my name.” I could practically feel the stupid grin on his face. I rolled my eyes, taking another drag.

He leaned in even more, his lips now dangerously close to my ear. “Are we going pretend I didn’t just catch you staring at me 20 times in the past 5 minutes?” His voice came out as a whisper. With sudden courage exploding in me, I looked him in the eyes, an orgasmic feeling buzzing in my head. ‘He totally wants this too.

“So what are you going to do about it, Malfoy?” “I love the way you say that.” Draco’s hand touched my hip, then slid to rest on the small of my back. I took in a loud shaky breath, dropping what little was left of my cigarette to the floor. “I don’t know,” he came back to answering my question,”I might ask you to join me outside so we can talk about this.” I  peered into his eyes again, quickly dropping my gaze to his lips. “Talk?” My voice was slow and hoarse and I could swear I saw a flash of satisfaction explode in his blue orbs. 

Draco’s cold hand found my wrist and he pulled me towards the door. There wasn’t a speck of me that tried or wanted to protest. We were out of the room in a matter of seconds and, before I was ready, his hands were on my hips, pinning me hard to the wall. I let out a quiet squeal, closing my eyes. Draco leaned in, me expecting him to kiss me, but instead started tracing my jawline with his scorching lips. He reached my neck and kissed it with pressure, earning an ‘oh God’ from me. I could feel him smile into my skin before he continued. It was so slow and bursting with lust. My everything was burning and I tangled my hands into Draco’s hair and tugged, adding a small hip roll over him. The Slytherin released a loud moan into my neck, finally pulling back to connect our lips.

The kiss was filled with need and passion and I surprised myself when I broke it to ask:”Is your dorm empty?” His eyes searched my face for a second, before adding a smirk. “We’ll find out.”

The trip to the Slytherin dorms was brisk, with a few short kisses shared along the way. He made me block my ears as he said the password and we were up the stairs is seconds. Draco smiled when we discovered the dorm was, in fact, empty. He pulled out his wand and murmured a couple of spells. “What are you doing?” “I’m locking the door,” he said too harshly,”I thought you Ravenclaws were supposed to be smart.” “Shut up,” I replied, holding back a smile. “I also cast a silencing spell for you.”

A jolt of heat shot through me, going straight to my pussy. His hands slid from my back to my ass as he pushed me towards his bed, my shirt and tie lost in the process. My knees hit the edge of the bed and I grabbed his own tie pulling him into a wet, hot kiss. I fell onto the bed, followed with Draco landing on top of me, a bulge very apparent in his pants. I used this opportunity to grind up on him, enticing another throaty moan, him following my actions and rolling his hips creating friction. My hands worked on his tie and shirt before discarding them and tracing his chest and abs, finding their way to his belt. I went a little lower, stroking him over the fabric. 

“Oh God, what you do to me,” he whispered after a loud shaky breath, making me shudder. I was gone in the moment. I wanted to let go and simply let Draco take care of me. “Bite me.” My voice was barely audible, whispered into his warm lips. He froze his actions. “Excuse me?” I bit his lip slowly and tenderly. Draco’s eyes  were fixed on mine as he got the memo. He smiled slightly and compiled, starting first on my own lips, then transitioning to my neck. I barely noticed when the Slytherin’s hand started sneaking down my side, finding its way to the button of my pants. It slid over my underwear with ease, applying little pressure. I exhaled harshly and screamed his last name. My back arched as Draco applied more pressure, rubbing up and down. 

His bites became more intense and sloppier and I swear I almost came two minutes into our make out. My fingers tangled into his hair and pulled a little, earning a small moan from the blond. I didn’t stop crying out his name, the last cry followed by:”Oh my God, I’m close.” 

Draco slowed down his actions and pulled back to look at me. “Enjoying yourself?” His long fingers rubbed my clit painfully slow and I let out a stressed moan. “What was that?” His voice was smug and sweet. “Malfoy, please.” He was incredibly amused as he observed the way I melted under the slightest touch of his.

“Please what?” I cried out in annoyance. “Hmm?” He hummed right into my ear. “Please go down on me.” “As you wish.” 

I wasn’t prepared when Draco pulled my pants down abruptly and planted small kisses on the inside of my thigh, before pulling down my underwear as well and I certainly wasn’t prepared when he lifted me up with ease and flipped me. He placed me to sit on his face. Draco took his time actually getting to the task, kissing and licking everywhere but where I needed him. He finally licked up my slit and I cried out his name. His skilled tongue worked me like a drug as I quickly became a moaning mess trapped under his control. 

“Fuck, Malfoy. Fuckfuckfuck.” One of his cold, eager hands held my hip as the other slowly slithered in my folds. I lost all power and began shaking, feeling my orgasm creeping up. 

Draco stopped and slid under me. “What are you doing,” I asked turning my head to look at him. The blond took of his pants, leaving him only in his boxers. I felt his hands skim over my skin and then rest on my stomach as he hugged me from behind. “Tell me how much you want me right now.” “Overmuch.” He shot shivers down my spine when he chuckled. “Only after you tell me how good I make you feel.” I groaned and leaned my head back on his shoulder. Draco’s hands unhurriedly slid down to my core, rubbing grievously slow circles on my clit.

“So?” “I have never been turned on like this in my life.” “And?” “And you drive me crazy.” He surprised me by kissing my cheek before sliding his boxers down and started slowly pushing into me. The both of us cried out. “Faster,” I said eagerly and he pushed into me the rest of the way vigorously. “Oh my God, Draco!” He sped up his actions, pumping me as I followed grinding my hips. 

I struggled with my breath and screamed and moaned, slipping in quite a few curse words. “Thank Merlin for that silencing spell, huh,” he whispered to me and I felt I was close.

Draco’s fingers started working on my clit again and I couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck, I’m coming,” I cried as I leaned back into him. After a couple of pumps Draco came as well, biting into my shoulder.

We fell onto his bed exhausted and I slid under the covers, laying on my back. “Wow. Who would’ve thought..,” Draco said. He was laying on his side, propped up on his elbow. I turned my head to him. “What?” “I really didn’t think you’d be so good at this,” he said in his usual Malfoy manner, sounding kinda vain. “Oh yeah? I didn’t think it was that special,” I teased. “Oh please. I destroyed you,” he chuckled.

***

I opened my sore eyes, blinking a few times to get used to the harsh light in the room. I shot up as I remembered last night’s events and realized that it’s already morning. “Shitshitshit.” I got up, still completely naked and started putting on my clothes. “Mmm I could get used to seeing this in the morning,” I heard Draco’s voice behind me. “Shut the hell up, Malfoy! We’re going to be late for class!” He groaned and rubbed his face. 

I made sure I picked up all my things and stormed out the door. Halfway down the stairs I stopped and ran back upstairs. I found Draco already putting on his shirt. “Hey arsehole,” I said,”see you later.” He smiled and before he got to say anything, I was already running down the stairs again.

I stormed into the dark Potions classroom and mumbled an apology. When I sat down next to Jean and looked up, I could see everybody glancing at me. “Y/N,” Jean whisper-shouted. “What?” 

“You’re wearing a Slytherin tie.”

anonymous asked:

This may seem like a noob question, but can you explain to me what yuri on stage is please? I've seen tumblr explode because of it but I don't really understand the explanations (English isn't my first language sorry!!)

Yuri on Stage is a live event happening right this moment in Japan! Kubo and other creators + all the seiyuus are appearing in it! It lasts 2 hours, with a day show and a night show, and has sections like trivias, interviews and live dramas!

The one thing we’re currently all dying over is the live drama where everyone’s in Hasestsu after an exhibition and Viktuuri gets drunk, Viktor misunderstands a pun Yuuri made and thought he was talking about an ex lmao So in his jealousy, Viktor dissappeared only to be found hours later at the top of Hasetsu Castle, stretching naked, exclaiming “Chihoko may be Yuuri’s past… BUT I AM HIS PRESENT” and then asking Yuuri to get naked and on top of the castel as well. Meanwhile, Phichit thought they god divorced and re-married.

YOU BETTER READ THIS REPORT, IT’S EVEN BETTER SEUNG-GIL KISSES NISHIGORI

The night show is currently being held, there’s still 1.15 hours left, but we’re speculating they might announce S2, so crossing out fingers!

anonymous asked:

How did you and chey meet?

Well we went to high school together. We weren’t close or anything but we knew of each other and always saw each other. I remember exactly where her locker was and I remember purposely walking down that hallway just to see her. I thought she was so fucking beautiful. She was just one of those girls in high school who was friends with absolutely everybody. There literally wasn’t one person who didn’t like her.
2 years later/ on my nieces birthday of 2017 I had planned to go to Disney (that’s in orlando) with my whole family, which was about 2 hours away. The day of , i wasn’t feeling good and almost didn’t go. Thank god I did.
On my way to Disney a couple friends from where I live texted me asking if I wanted to go out to a club in orlando. I told them yes since I’d already be there and just to pick me up on their way to the club. What’s weird though is that , if you know me you know I’m not the type to just make plans like that randomly. My family had to trust me as they left to go back home (again 2 hours away) and dropped me off at some mall where I was waiting by myself, not to mention for me it was in the middle of no where. I was seconds away from telling my friends never mind because I didn’t feel like having to deal with that situation in case something happened and they didn’t get me and I would’ve been stranded 2 hours away with no car. But something , AND I KID YOU NOT I PUT THIS ON MY LIFE, something was telling me “what if you’re suppose to meet somebody tonight, just go and have fun.” I don’t really like clubs for the most part but something was really making me feel like I needed to go.
The start of the night/ my friends pick me up and we get to the club; we’re all shit faced by that time we got there. Later on in the night I look to my left and see Cheyanne Taylor walk in. Red body suit, black shirt, laced up sandals. Not to forget, she lives where I live, but for some reason we both ended up at the same club at the same time in the middle of nowhere. I looked at her rolled my eyes , smiling , and looked away. The feeling I got when I saw her is something I wish I could put in words. I’ve always thought she was so fucking beautiful and loved the way she presented herself but never would I have guessed she would’ve said anything to me. She comes over, the night goes on, she kisses me and after that it was just set. The rest of the night it was all my attention on her, nobody else in the club. I swear to god I fell in love with her that night. I knew she was it. I’ve never gotten that feeling before, I just knewwwww it was something different. The night later ended.
The next morning/ i remember waking up SOOO upset because I just figured what happened with her last night was a one night thing (of course being single you go out meet people, get drunk, hook up, and that be the end of it) but the feeling I got when we kissed that night, was so different than anybody else I’ve just kissed being drunk. I remember telling all my friends the day after, “yep I’m going to marry her.” I literally would feel my heart stop when I saw her name on my phone but I never knew what to say and I didn’t want to mess up so I just didn’t answer and if I did it would be hours later. With that said, we hardly texted at all but the following weekend came. We met up Friday night, January 20th and since then we haven’t slept one day apart.
I’ve never felt this way about somebody.. the fact that we were both 2 hours away from where we live, the same night, the same spot in the same place… things happen for a reason. She’s my reason.

What If I Kissed You

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Y/N Y/L/N, Misha Collins, Jared Padalecki, Brianna Buckmaster  

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: A few adultish thoughts, Drunkish!Jensen, tipsy!reader, not much. Mostly fluff.      

Word Count: 1700ish

A/N: So I have been writing a lot of angst lately for my series and for and for angst day (yep I am gonna make y’all cry that day). So I kinda needed a change of pace. When I heard Temecula Road’s What if I Kissed You this one shot popped into my mind.

Thanks a billion to the bestest little sister in the world @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this one for me

Note hate against Danneel - I love her. For the purpose of this fic Jensen is single. 

Being around Y/N on set was bad enough, but tonight it was down right impossible for Jensen to focus on anything else but her. It was a beautiful night in Rome. All his friends, well work friends, were there. Misha and Jared were laughing and talking about something right next to him, but Jensen didn’t pay attention to them at all.

His eyes were solely fixated on Y/N and the way she was laughing and dancing with Brianna. Hell, he couldn’t even hear the music over the sound of her bell like laughter ringing in his ears. He was drunk and not only on the “apple juice”  he had been drinking all day, but on her. She filled his senses and Jensen allowed his mind to wander as he watched how the short summer dress she was wearing clung to her curves in all the right places. Her tanned skin was almost shining in the lights of the club and her hair was swaying with her every movement. She looked happy and free.

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Lily + Remus
  • Ultimate brotp, no one can convince me that they were more than platonic 
  • The first night, none of the other boys take notice of Remus because he is so quiet. He is the first one up in the morning, an early riser like Lily.
  • At six in the morning, at breakfast, Lily sees him and approaches him with a giant grin that is so like her. “Someone else who is up at the crack of dawn,” she says. 
  • They go out to explore the grounds together
  • In fact, early morning walks are their specialty. This knowledge of mapping out the grounds comes in handy when making the Marauders Map (unbeknownst to Lily)
  • Remus, new in first year, is the only person from the class other than Lily who has read his textbooks. In Transfiguration, Lily and him earn Gryffindor twenty points the first day.
  • Lily and him become study partners before he becomes friends with the other Marauders. She is there for him “when no one else was”. 
  • She begins to take notice of the days he’s gone. 
  • She realizes what he is, but never confronts him. She knows he is still Remus.
  • In second year, when the Marauders figure it out, Remus runs away, hiding. She is the one who convinces him to go back, because she could see the “beauty in others that they didn’t see themselves.”
  • In third year, James starts to like her. (“Moony, mention my name, please when you study”)
  • Later that evening, Remus and Lily discuss Cheering Charms, “Did you know, James is so good at charms,” he says. She raises her eyebrows.
  • “James is great with flobberworms.” When doing their care of magical creatures essay.
  • Because Remus is the number one Jily shipper.
  • Fourth year, she sees Remus staring at Sirius’ hair. She grins to herself. The next day, Sirius’ hair is braided and she sees Remus blush terribly and she laughs. 
  • Remus turns around and he knows that she knows. Thus start her and James’ awful plans to get “Wolfstar” together. (”Potter, let’s just drop Amortenia on Black’s Head”)
  • Remus making them fail on purpose so she and James get more time together. (“Sorry, Lily, I accidentally messed up all my lines.”)
  • During fifth year, they were the best team of prefects. Although Lily disapproves that Remus would not argue with his friends, she did not blame him for it.
  • Fifth year, during O.W.L season, Remus and Lily were the ones calming everyone down.
  • Sixth year, they are the ones recklessly tossing aside their exams because they needed to protest the new ministry laws.
  • During the Prank, Lily convinced Remus to forgive Sirius. She also went to Sirius and punched him in the face during breakfast, tbhus earning her detention for the first time. (”Evans, will you marry me?” James Potter laughs for the first time in five days.)
  • Seventh year, when Lily warms up to James, this time it is Remus and Sirius who start hatching plans.
  • When she starts going out with him, Remus hugs James and whispers cheerfully, “I love you and everything mate, but don’t hurt her, or Moony will rip you to shreds.”
  • After school, they all rent out a flat together. He and Sirius organize the bachelor party.
  • During the wedding, Remus makes sure that Sirius doesn’t get too drunk, and cuts at least 35 deer puns out of the Best Man’s Speech. (”I think 64 is enough, don’t you think, Pads?”) 
  • That is the last night he remembers them being all together.
  • He can’t be there when Harry is born because of the full moon, but Lily brages into his room the next day and makes him hold Harry. (”You’re his Uncle Moony,” she says, laughing. “We can’t leave you.”)
  • Which is why it is sad when they have to part, James and Lily and Harry going into hiding.
  • He goes undercover to the werewolves, and Sirius begins to think he is the spy
  • On Halloween night, he hears what has happened when he is for the first time, not undercover. It was going to be a relatively quiet night free of stress and worry.
  • Now he has no worries, because his worst worries have come true. He rushes to the dilapidated house.
  • His mind is blank as he realizes all that happened. It keeps playing in his kind ovr and over and over again. Sirius laughing manically, much like he used to when there were worms coming out of the Slytherins’ ears. Now muggles were bleeding. revulsion and guilt fill him, because he misses Sirius, but Sirius has killed James. James, the good one, the loyal one, the steady one.
  • He sees James crooked glasses in the coffin and remembers fondly when James fell asleep in History of Magic while staring at Lily when he used to stare at her.
  • He sees his long arms, lifeless, and remembers when  they held him up after the full moon.
  • He stares blankly at Lily, the most of all. Her radiant hair and dazzling eyes (apparently Harry Potter’s eyes), closed forever. Her kind smile that she would never smile again. Her anger that would never be roused again. 
  • But when he looks into the face of Harry Potter, the first thought that comes to his mind is James.
  • But he looks into those dazzling eyes, of one of his best friends, his dearest friends, he cannot bear it and needs to go out of the carriage.
  • Because one upon a time, Lily and Remus were the dearest of friends.
[TRANS] VIXX :: Shangri-La (도원경)

Please do not repost, translate, or use my translation without first asking @itshysterie on Twitter or through Ask on Tumblr!

Flowers blooming splendidly,
this place where even the wind is sweet
is just a dream.
If I am with you,
no matter where I am, my heart flutters
as the images come back to me.

I’m drunk on you,
leaning on a distant scent.
Leaving time behind,
looking at you.
When the white moon rises,
I look at you reflected in the moon.

My days and nights are all you,
you fill them in (without a gap).
Every breath I hear
makes me think that it’s you.

Paint it in more, in stronger colors.
This night is spreading deeper inside of me
so I cannot escape.
I close my eyes and look for you within myself.
I get drunk, even drunker.
I want to fall deeper into this dream.
You come to me
and sink into only me.

Speaking of that night
makes a deep read camellia
that looks like you jealous.
Your sweet lips
shining blindingly
bring forth waves
in my sleeping heart.

Even peaches that are
not quite ripe are sweet.
Underneath the fluttering flower petals
I follow the trailing ends of your silk clothes
and pull you into my arms.
I know your breathing too well.
You blow into me, and I fall into
my dreamlike imagination.

My days and nights are all you.
It’s like my swaying heart
will be infatuated
by your strong scent.

Paint it in more, in stronger colors.
This night is spreading deeper inside of me
so I cannot escape.
I close my eyes and look for you within myself.
I get drunk, even drunker.
I want to fall deeper into this dream.
You come to me
and sink into only me.

All the empty spaces inside of me are filled in.
The colors dyed by you are faint
and shine blindingly.
It’s beautiful, warm, and mystifying. 

I’m flying, flying with you,
within the fantasies that bled into my dreams.
You draw closer
and bloom in my heart again.
Just you, only you know.
The place I’ve searched for is you.
When I open my eyes again
you sink into only me.

Perfection - Jughead x Reader

Request — Anonymous asked: Juggie x reader where reader’s thought of as pretty but hasn’t dated anyone before because most guys just Like her for her looks. One day a bully tries to force himself on her and a wild Jughead appears and saves the day??? Thanks

A/N — Thank you so much for all the positive feedback I got on my last imagine! I thought I rushed it completely and I felt like it wasn’t like the request, but it made me happy seeing all the likes and shares. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this imagine!

Words: 2500

Warnings: Bullying, swearing, signs of sexual harassment and angst

(Y/N) , (Y/L/N) , (S/C) , (H/T) — Your name, your last name your favourite colour, skin colour, home town

She was just one other face in the hallway, but somehow she stood out. The boys, along with some girls, made her their main interest. Sure, by now she was use to it, but in a bad way. (Y/N) was the most gorgeous girl at Riverdale High School. Everyone was after her, including the people who kept silent. In fact, that was Riverdale’s own Jughead Jones. He was afraid all they would ever get to if they had the chance was be lab partners. Sadly, nothing else, or so he thought.

You moved to Riverdale a year ago from (H/T). Straight away as you walked through those great big halls on your first day, you were afraid it would be exactly like your old school. Your parent’s got a job offer, meaning they had to move to Riverdale. Of course it wasn’t a bad thing, but what was ahead of her was. A new movie, a new start, was all she wanted when learning that she was moving far away. Thank god, is all you thought to yourself.

The reason why you hated your old school was due to only one person. In fact, that person was a boy. A cute boy at the time, but learnt later on to be absolutely vile. His name was Jake. He was a senior, whereas at the time you were only freshman. Since you were ahead of your grade in science, you had the honour to move to senior classes instead of freshman ones. That’s when trouble all started. Since laying eyes on him, you knew it was going to be bad. Sure, his eyes were deep and blue, the kind that looked look a starry night sky, but it was a rabbit hole to fall in to. Since the two of you were assigned lab partners, you got to know him more and more everyday, meaning that the feelings you had for him grew too. One day after class, he asked you out on a ‘date’ to go to a party another senior was hosting while his parents were gone on a business trip. Since your parents never allowed you to date, you decided to be a little rebellious and sneak out with him whilst they were out of town. When it came time for him to pick you up, he was slightly intoxicated, sitting in the drivers seat of his car. You knew straight away it was going to be a bad night. In fact, it was. He got more and more drunk that night, leaving him to almost lead you to a bedroom to have sex in. You called him out, all the boys ganged up and told you to leave, walking all the way home in the pouring rain. That next day of school, someone photoshopped your face on a girl in a revealing bikini was sent to every boy with the caption ‘slut’. Luckily it was a miracle, the move to Riverdale, that was a sign to a fresh new start.

She was wary of every boy that caught her glimpse since her first day. She obviously didn’t want a repeat of the last incident that still haunted her. Boys asked her out, but she kindly declined with the excuse that her parents didn’t allow her to date. Someone assumed she was a lesbian, but that was just a rumour. At least the boys here we nice enough to accept her response. Since still being fairly new, you didn’t really acknowledge many people as your friends, as you didn’t exactly know who to trust anymore. One person, the only person, was the only exception. Jughead Jones, the only boy that acknowledged you as a human being with feelings and stories. Since of your high IQ, you were still assigned to a couple higher classes to fit your standards. You didn’t mind the classes, especially science, as it was your favourite subject. And your lab partner, which happened to be Jughead, wasn’t your usual douchebag preppy jock that only wanted you for your looks.

The day was Friday. Most of your classes that day was with Jug. Of course you didn’t mind as he was the only person you got along with. As you were late to school, you quickly went to the office to grab a late note for your teacher to give on arrival. When you made it to English that morning, to your surprise, Jughead saved you a seat next to his. It was knew of him. Jughead always seemed to have a huge opinion on personal space, but this was new to her, including a couple classmates. She held in a chuckle walking over to her seat which sat next to his.

“So, did I miss anything on Shakespeare?” (Y/N) whispered, opening her bag to take out her books. “Shit, do you have a pen?” She asked, still trying to search deep into her bag to find where her pen could be. Jughead picked up the pan that already sat on his desk, waving it in front of her, as she looked up and thanked him taking it.

“No problem. But with the Shakespeare question? Yeah, I’m a bit sick of hearing Romeo & Juliet over and over again.” Jughead confessed, a smirk playing on his lips as he took out a new pen for himself. “At least it’s not Macbeth this time.” You smiled, trying to not giggle too loudly.

For the last two weeks, news spread that there was a party hosted by Chuck Clayton that night in honour of Riverdale’s football team, the Bulldogs, latest win against their rival school. Of course that wasn’t on your interest, as fear hit you like a dozen bricks all at once. But there was no fear in asking others if they were going. Since Archie Andrews, Jughead’s best friend, well, no one really knew what they were at the moment, she thought he would tag along with Archie to support his win.

“…So, did you hear about that party tonight?”  You hesitantly asked, looking up from your work into Jughead’s eyes. Every time she looked into them, a hit of familiarity came over her. A deep blue, similar to Jake’s. Of course she knew that Jughead wasn’t like every other boy, but she didn’t exactly know every single thing about him and she was still wary of her surroundings. All he did was scoff in response, stretching his arms out.

“Do you really think I would go to one of Chuck’s stupid parties? It’s just an excuse to drink and flirt with people whilst you’re drunk.” Jughead informed, support his head with his hands before resting his chin on the table.

“O-oh, b-but what about Archie? Aren’t you going to support him?” As soon as those words escaped her lips, his head shot up.

“Look, (Y/N), ever since Jason’s death, we haven’t really been talking. You see, the morning of the gunshot, Archie and I were suppose to go camping a bit out of Riverdale for summer vacation. I was packed and everything, ready to go. But he never showed up. So basically, my summer consisted of writing, eating, and playing video games.” Jughead explained to her. (Y/N) was aware of the gruesome death of Jason Blossom. Since it was big deal in Riverdale, of course she would have heard about it by now since it was brought up almost everyday, and she knew Jughead was fascinated in the mystery of it, as one day the two of them were both at Pop’s to finish some homework and he showed her the process of the book he’s writing.

“Jug, I’m sorry to hear that. If it makes you feel any better, I’m not going either. Long story, I’ll tell you if I ever get the chance. I might go to the Drive-In or something.” You suggested, going back to your writing. Jughead’s eyes lit up as you mentioned the Drive-In. Since it was where he worked, and literally where he lived, he sparked interest to make tonight’s shift a little more fancier since she was going.

“Since when did you find you go to Drive-In’s? I work there, so, technically I have to be there. But I run the reels up in the projection room, so I just put it in and snack away on popcorn. I find it more fascinating watching it in a point of view sort of way. If you want, maybe I could show you what it’s like?” The end part to what he said came out almost in a question. Jughead was hesitant, shy almost at the suggestion to her. He was head over heels for (Y/N), and the main focus on her wasn’t her appearance for once.

“S-sure, Jughead. I’d love to.” That answer caught him by surprise, along with herself too. After one whole year of not going out, staying in most of the time, she deserved one night off from the troubles of teenage life. “What were you thinking of playing tonight?” She asked, curious in his movie taste.

“Well, I have a couple in mind. Maybe ‘The Rocky Horror Picture Show’ or ‘Heathers’.” He replied, fiddling with the pen between his fingers.

“Both. I like your movie taste, Mr Jones.” She complimented, a blush slowly clinging to her (S/C) cheeks.

The period before lunch was finally over. The hallways filled up with loud students as Jughead and you tried to manage to make it to the end to sit with Veronica, Betty, Kevin and Archie.

“Hold on a second, I have to quickly get something from my locker.” She told Jughead, walking over to her locker that was opposite her.

“Sure, I’ll just wait in the cafeteria. I’ll save you seat.” He hung his head low, hiding a blush as he dug his hands into the pockets of his jacket before spinning on his heels and walking off. (Y/N) smiled back at him, a blush now on her cheeks as she turned to face her locker to put in the code to unlock it. She quickly put in her books as she took out her perfume, looking around the hallway in sight of Jug before spraying a bit on herself. She placed it back in her locker as she shut her locker, a boy standing behind it now in her sight, making her jump.

“Whoa, didn’t mean to scare you.” He chuckled, biting his lip as he looked up and down at you, instantly making you feel uncomfortable. “(Y/N), right?” You nodded slowly, clinging onto the strap of your bag.

“Yeah, that’s me.” You said awkwardly, trying to keep conversation short as she didn’t want to hold up Jughead waiting for her.

“Chuck. Chuck Clayton. Captain of the Bulldogs. Anyway, I have this party tonight which I really think you should come to. It seems like your kinda thing.” Chuck asked, still eyeing your body up and down, making you now extremely uncomfortable. You’ve heard from Veronica and Betty bad things about Chuck from the past which got him suspended and kicked off the team. But since his dad was coach, they somehow let him back on and everyone pretended like nothing happened.

“O-oh, yeah, I’ve heard about it. I-I, look, uh… parties aren’t really my thing and I have plans anyway. I-I’m sorry.” She kindly declined, turning to quickly lock her locker before Chuck forced his hand onto it, holding it down.

“Aw, really? You know, the whole football team was looking forward on your arrival? I mean, I promised them and everything. And you’re just going to let us down like that, (Y/N)?” At this point, he cornered you against the lockers. You knew what was going to happen. The hyperventilating started, the tears on the corner of your eyes were about to break and the ball in your throat was keeping you completely still.

“C-Chuck, I-I… I have to go-..” (Y/N) tried telling him, but the ball in her throat dropped and a tear shed down her cheek.

“Aw, look, are you crying? You won’t be crying by the end of this.” He smirked at her, biting down on his lip before a sudden bang against the locker broke his grip off her. Jughead stood at the end of the hall, a steady glare held onto Chuck’s eyes.

Let. Go. Of. Her.” He forcefully said, the breathing in his chest visible as he tried his hardest to be calm yet stern, although he was furious and out of his mind. Chuck just laughed, still cornering her as he turned his focus to Jughead.

“Or what, Wednesday Addams? Are you going to tell on me?” He joked, now looking back at her as he held on higher to (Y/N)’s arm. At this point, Jughead was in absolutely rage.

“I said let go of her, Chuck.” He screamed, his eyes now tearing up along with yours. No one has ever stood up for you and it felt like a honour for it to be Jughead. Chuck let go of her, shoving her against the lockers as he stared at her once again before stepping back from her looking at the both of them.

Freaks.” He mumbled, before walking off and disappearing from the hallway. You looked at Jughead before walking over to him and standing opposite him.

“Why did you stand up for me?” You said sternly, looking deep into his eyes. Jughead once again scoffed, a glare now facing her.

“You’re kidding me, right? I just saved you and you’re asking such a stupid question?” He replied, looking down at her.

No! Jughead, I didn’t mean it like that!” She giggled staring up into his eyes as she stood directly under his nose. “It’s just, no one has ever stood up to me before. Ever. And I genuinely feel honoured for you to do that. Thank you.” She sniffed, blinking away tears.

“I-I..God this is going to sound stupid. Look, (Y/N), I-I..I just wanted to protect you.” He admitted, looking down at her, captivated by the beauty in her. A smile played on her lips as she sighed deeply.

“…Jug?” There was a pause. He was waiting for what she was going to say. And just like that, the perfection moment was perfection. She stood on her toes as she closed her eyes, placing her lips on his as she held onto his jacket. Their lips both moved in sync as he moved his hands from inside his pockets to hold onto her soft cheeks, deepening the kiss with passion and love. Shortly after, they both pulled away and he smirked down at her.

“Pick me up at 8.” She bit her lip, walking off in the hallway to class as the bell rang, leaving him standing there with a goofy grin playing on his lips.

A/N — You guys, I am so proud of this writing I am so happy aaaa. Also, if this uploads and I get the followers, thank you for 1000? I don’t know, as I’m writing this I haven’t checked my notifications, but if I have yay! I hope you enjoyed this because I find it so cute to write.

Balcony Scene (ALiL Deleted Scene)

Summary: (College!AU): In which an impromptu performance of Shakespeare occurs at the foot of your stairs.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,558

A/N: @snugglebuck requested: Omg so I just say this prompt list and one of them was “i was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at me” and all I could think about was ALIL and Bucky doing this or like even when the reader is at the top of a staircase and like even better when he’s drunk or something. This takes place between “The Honeymoon Phase” and “Jealousy”

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - I can’t thank you enough for always editing my stuff for me. 

Originally posted by sixsunflowersbloom

After what felt like an endless day of classes, you decide to treat yourself to a night off. In order to fully enjoy yourself, you change into the coziest pajamas you can find and take all of your best snacks out of hiding. Once you’ve gotten everything you need in order, you close the door to your room and turn off the lights. The darkness adds to the overall movie theater atmosphere that you want to create for your night of Netflix and relaxation.

You’re halfway through your second movie when your door flies open. The bright light from the hallway is a shock to your system and you cover your eyes automatically, blindly searching for the space bar on your laptop to pause what you’re watching. “What?”

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the breakup // montgomery de la cruz

summary: montgomery de la cruz, a well-known student in liberty high. he hung with the popular crowd, got into very many fights and was seen with a different girl every week. long story short, he was a total dick. well, that was the case until she came into his life.

word count: 1562 words

a/n: this is based off the song the break up by lany which i have been listening to for weeks. i’ve been having a lot of monty feels lately too so i was inspired to write this. i put a lot of effort into this, i hope you guys like it. also, i recommend listening to the song while reading

you can listen to the song here

Originally posted by montedelacruz

Jumping heart to heart, and it’s starting to wear me down
“He’s a total dick” is my reputation around town

“Alright, I’ll see you around babe.” Monty winked at the blonde. He couldn’t even recall her name. But there he was, leading her on, making her think there was something between them. She was simply a good fuck, a girl he hooked up with last night.

“I’ll see you around babe,” A voice mocked from behind. Monty turned around and found a snickering Bryce. “Damn Monty, who was that?”

“Hey man,” He scratched the back of his neck. “I don’t even remember her name.”

“You’re a fucking playboy. That’s what you are!” Bryce howled, giving him a pat on the back.

They got a pretty face, but they got a pretty empty head
And I want to stick around but damn I’m bored

Monty was currently on a date with the blonde from last week. He asked her out just so he could get out of the house during the weekend. Although deep inside, he was hoping that maybe, just maybe, his brain would flip a switch and view her as more than a something he could play with. Love perhaps. Monty was human; all he wanted was to find love like everyone else.

“What do you think, Monty?” The blonde asked.

He quickly snapped out of his thoughts. “Um no?” He answered, not even having the slightest clue of what she was talking about.

“You’re not even listening to me! I asked if you preferred pizza or salad.” She huffed in irritation. He shrugged in response, obviously not having a care in the world.

“I’m getting out of here. Call me when you actually want to listen to me.” She stood up from the booth and sashayed away. He sighed and leaned back on his seat.

He made up his mind. He definitely did not like her. Sure, she was drop dead gorgeous and her attitude was somewhat tolerable but it just wasn’t working out for him.

Monty looked around the place and spotted a girl. He identified her as Y/N Y/L/N; he knew she went to Liberty High as well. He watched her carefully, she seemed to be enjoying her meal, shoveling curly fries into her mouth and he weirdly found that cute. Then and there, the switch he oh-so-wanted to flip… actually flipped. He was inexplicably drawn to her.

“Here goes nothing.” He mumbled to himself and before heading over to her table.

How the hell do you stay in love
You’re at dinner looking down playing with your knife and fork

Friday was date night for Y/N and Monty. She felt like their relationship lacked something lately so she wanted it to be perfect, already planning it a week before. She was going to cook his favorite meal and then catch a movie at The Crestmont after.

An hour passed and there was still no sign of him. Y/N sighed in frustration. The food was getting cold and they were already twenty minutes late to the movie. She grabbed her phone from the counter and sent him a quick text.

where are you? you said you’d be here at 6

No response.

Just as she was about to press call, Monty walked through the door.

“Hey babe,” He walked over to her giving her a peck on the cheek. “The food looks great.”

Y/N glared daggers at him. “Where were you? I was starting to get worried!”

“Relax. I was with Justin and Zach. We went to grab some beers after school.” He responded nonchalantly.

Anger coursed through her veins. “You blew me off for them? We had plans, de la Cruz.” She detached herself from his grip and headed for the door.

Another day, another argument. He was sick of it. “You’re always breathing down my neck, Y/N!” Monty bellowed from behind her.

Arguments weren’t new to their relationship. Y/N and Monty would argue every once in a while but recently it became more frequent. He complained on how she bitched about his actions all the time and how he felt like he wasn’t doing anything right. In her defense, she was just looking out for him. She didn’t want him to get hurt. More importantly, she was afraid of him going back to his old ways.

She stopped in her tracks and faced him. “Since when is it such a crime to look out for my boyfriend?”

“You call that looking out for me?” He gave her a sharp look and chuckled angrily. “It’s called being a-”

“Listen Monty,” She cut him off, voice stern. “I don’t want to hear it.” He opened his mouth to say something but shut it just as fast.

Y/N stared at the floor as minutes of agonizing silence passed. She could feel the heavy tension and she hated it. She couldn’t help but think this was going to be the end of their relationship. The thought of that possibility made her physically sick. She couldn’t lose him. She loved this boy with her all, she couldn’t give him up just like that.

Monty tugged at the ends of his hair and sighed. “I don’t want this anymore, Y/N. I want to be alone.“

Y/N felt like everything was crashing down on her. She swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill. “Fine,” She seethed. “Just leave.”

You think you wanna be alone
Just wait until you’re crying on the shower floor
It hits you in the chest, ‘bout every day you’re done
Cause once you let it go you better know its gone

Monty tried to contact Y/N at least a few times after that night. She didn’t bother returning any of his calls or texts. He tried talking to her at school but she did a good job at avoiding him. She was absolutely dejected and she hated it. She hated how broken she was.

“Y/N, wait up!” Zach jogged over, stopping in front of her.

She bit her lip in unease. “This better be important. I’m almost late for class.”

“Well, uh listen, you gotta talk to Monty,” She scoffed at his words before letting him continue. “You guys need to sort this out. He hasn’t been doing well lately.”

She snapped at the mention of Monty. “And you think I am? Sorry to be rude but I see that this conversation isn’t important. I should get going.” She stormed away leaving Zach dumbfounded.

Just like Y/N, Monty was drowning in the ocean of heartbreak and regret. He felt broken too. He was always over at Bryce’s, getting drunk and wallowing in sadness. When he threw those last words at her that night, he immediately regretted it. All the anger and pain from their arguments the past few days, got to him and he took it out on her. It was all in the heat of the moment. He didn’t just want her back, he needed her back, but he knew that was near to impossible.

It’s never the same, uh, yeah, after the breakup
It’s never the same, love, don’t try to make up

Monty stepped out of the car and headed towards the front door of Y/N’s house. It’s been almost three weeks since their break up and Y/N finally agreed to his request of talking things out.

To say he was nervous was an understatement. He ran his hands through his hair, trying to calm himself down before ringing the doorbell. A few seconds passed before the door opened, revealing Y/N. He stared at her in awe. She looked better than ever, its almost as if his absence hadn’t affected her. In fact, she looked happier.

“You can, uh, come in.” She mumbled awkwardly before opening the door fully, letting him in.

He took a seat on the end of the couch and Y/N walked over and sat on the other end, she wanted to be as far away as possible from him.

“Y/N,” He looked at her, sincerity evident in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. I shouldn’t have blown you off for Justin and Zach when it was our special day. For fuck’s sake, what was I thinking? I would pick my girlfriend over anything else. I should have been there. I’m sorry for ignoring all your effort and making you feel unimportant. I was so insensitive to your feelings. Y/N, letting you go was my biggest mistake. Please let me make it up to you, take me back.

“Ex girlfriend,” She corrected rather harshly. She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose before speaking again. “I had a lot of time to think about us and honestly, Monty, you’re right. I don’t think this will work out. Plus, I’m not gonna allow myself to be treated like shit again.” He could feel his heart shatter as she spoke.

She took a deep breath. “I’m sorry but I think breaking up is for the best.” He simply nodded at her, too upset to come up with a response.

They stood at the doorway, saying their goodbyes. He looked at her for the last time and in that moment, it dawned upon him, that he, Montgomery de la Cruz had lost the girl he loved for good.

Your Graduation
Modern Baseball
Your Graduation

Bullshit you fucking miss me. There, I said it. I guess I’ll talk to you in a few months. Sitting drunk on the sidewalk, I guess I’ll get up. I guess I’ll go for a walk. Press my shoes against the pavement. I swear this has got to be the hundredth time I’ve thought of you tonight. You weren’t the only one who thought of us that way. I spend most nights awake, wide awake. I never thought that I, oh, I would see the day where I’d just let you go, let you walk away…

thirty days of skam fic: day twenty nine
aka, isak triple texts his one night stand, even, and the boy squad are in absolute despair at how desperate that looks

beginning. accusation. restless. leaves. rainbow. flame. formal. under. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. cans. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. tent. mad. thousand. paper. winter. luxury. letters. promise. simple. future.

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“Dude, this is so simple. This is like, entry level stuff.”

“Seriously Isak, how have you ever managed to hook up with anyone before?”

“Bro, come on, did you not take dating 101?  I mean, even I know this.”

Isak slumps back in his chair, gripping his beer between white-knuckled hands and glaring around the table.  At some point soon, he thinks to himself, he really needs to invest in some better friends.

“You can all fuck off,” he suggests, and then turns a baleful look to the middle of Jonas’s kitchen table, which they’re all sat around as they supposedly pregame for a big party in someone’s university halls tonight, although at this rate Isak’s not sure they’ll even make it to the party, since the guys now seem only invested in telling him off.  Isak’s phone is lying on the table between them all, still open to his most recent text conversation.  Mahdi had been holding it, but he’d felt the need to dramatically drop the phone in disgust as soon as he’d seen what Isak had done.

But in Isak’s defence, how was he supposed to know it’s bad to triple text?

“He was really hot,” he moans, bringing his beer bottle up to his forehead and pressing the cold glass against his temples. “Easily the best sex I’ve ever had, even though we both completely drunk.  Plus he was nice, and funny, and – I’m just supposed to never contact him again after that?”

There’s disbelief in Isak’s tone, because that can’t possibly be how it works.  He also refuses to believe he’s this out of the loop on the rules of dating – or that there are rules of dating to begin with, honestly.

“Exactly!”

“It was a one night stand!”

To be fair, Isak’s had his fair share of one night stands since coming out of the closet a few years ago, just before he graduated Nissen.  Possibly more than his fair share.  His time at University so far has involved a lot of time at parties and gay bars, a lot of guys with dark hair and dark eyes, just Isak’s type, a lot of kissing in shadowy corners and fucking in strangers’s beds.  He’s gone on a few regular dates too, but it never really caught his interest, and nothing ever turned into any kind of actual relationship, so he mostly does just stick to the hooking up – and through all of that, he’s never felt the urge to text a guy the next day.  Sometimes he’s taken their number but just never got in touch, and other times the parting has been more mutual, or else he’s snuck out in the middle of the night without saying anything, but never this.

This guy – Even, whose name still tastes heavenly in Isak’s mouth – had been different.  

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Headcannons: Life After Johnny and Dally’s death.

a/n: I like how these turned out but the way I wrote these are potentially awful and way to long but I’m still trying to figure out head cannons. (this was requested c: )


-The boys hung out a lot more.

-Not that they didn’t before but they pretty much all live at the Curtis’s for months after.

-Ponyboy and Steve were the only ones to cry right when it happened.

-Everyone else held it in.

-Two-Bit was quiet all the time.

-He also drank a lot more.

-Steve did too.

-But Steve also threw himself into is work and school. He liked the distraction.

-Sodapop was completely miserable.

-Between the boys death and Sandy leaving he barely left the house

-Darry understood that it was hard for him and so he took extra shifts at work to cover for Soda missing his DX shifts.

-He doesn’t mind working extra.

-It keeps him away from thinking about the boys and it keeps him away from Ponyboy

-It’s not that he doesn’t want to be around his brother anymore especially given all that’s happened but they can’t stop fighting

-A lot of it is due to the fact that Darry won’t deal with his emotions.

-One night when Steve dragged Sodapop out of the house Ponyboy and Darry got into really bad.

-Darry slapped Ponyboy again- like the night he ran away.

-Ponyboy didn’t run this time. He just hugged Darry.

-Ponyboy stayed with Darry that night and they both cried all night.

-Things were less tense between them the next day.

-Steve was nicer to Ponyboy.

-He would notice when Ponyboy wasn’t looking so good so he’d walk with him to the store and buy him a pack of cigarettes.

-They got really good at talking to each other.

-Steve was mad at himself for being annoyed with Ponyboy so long. He told Ponyboy this and they hugged.

-Sodapop cried a lot when no one was around.

-But one day he didn’t realize Two-Bit was there until he came to check on him.

-That was the one time Sodapop got himself truly drunk.

-After being wasted all night he came to his senses a bit the next day.

-He got out of bed more.

-Two-Bit was good at checking in on everyone.

-Marcia came up to him one day to apologize for all that had happened.

-Two-Bit couldn’t help it and he finally cried.

-They became closer and weren’t afraid to start dating.

-Especially since Randy didn’t mind Ponyboy so much. He kept his friends away from those guys now.

-It took some time but through their friendship the guys really started to heal.

-And a few months after it all went down, they met some sixteen year old kid that was covered in bruises and hated the world.

-They took him in and took care of him.

-Suddenly he started not to mind it so much.

Long Distance (Chapter Two)

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MASTERLIST

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Tony’s phone buzzed and he opened the message without checking to see who it was from. Odds were it was from Steve, since they had texted almost every day for close to a month now, and Tony was already smiling, already anxious to read what his favorite blonde had sent.

From Steve–save me from staff meetings that go on for hours

To Steve– pay attention. They probably last for hours because people like you don’t listen and break the rules.

From Steve–I’m an artist, Tony, we don’t have rules
         –How you doing today? Still feeling okay? Things are alright?

To Steve– Things are fine, Steve. One bad day every once in awhile is not the end of the world.

From Steve– Tony last night you told me you seriously considered trying to parachute off your balcony. And you werent even having a bad day. If that’s you on a normal day, how destructive do you get on the bad ones??

To Steve– I was kind of joking about the parachute thing.

From Steve– Tony. You don’t joke about jumping off your balcony, parachute or not. That’s entirely reckless.

To Steve– sure thing, mother hen. I promise I’m fine. I’d be better if you’d send me a picture of those baby blues though. Keep my mind off of attempting parachuting from unsafe things.

From Steve– I don’t know Tony. I don’t want to have to listen to you complain that I got you kicked out of a meeting because of a picture.

To Steve– are your baby blues going to be that distracting

From Steve– oh did you just want a picture of my eyes? Then no that shouldn’t be distracting at all.

To Steve– wait! I can ask for more than just your eyes? Wait just a second!

From Steve– oooh too slow, Tony. I only had a thirty second break to send something shirtless. Window closed.

To Steve– killing me art professor. Leave your staff meeting and hide out in the bathroom and send me a naughty selfie. It will be like highschool all over again.

From Steve– oh? Your highschool art teachers sent you naughty selfies? Tony you should report that, I don’t think that’s appropriate.

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distraction; sehun [m]

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

oh sehun. reader-insert. 3,5k words. roommate!au. smut.

—sometimes you really need a distraction from college life, how lucky that sehun needs one, too

“Do me a favor, pick me up, take me out later / Are you down to be a distraction, baby?” —Kehlani, Distraction

requested by @sassyunicorns2 for the drabble game (although this one turned out to become a scenario ;;; the song is great btw!)

“I’ll make it quick—” you breathed out as you broke the kiss, supporting your weight on Sehun’s shoulders, “Unconventional sex, no feelings, no obligations. Are you in or not?” you shoot the question quickly, gazing into his lecherously dark eyes. 

“Babe, you could put all sorts of conditions. Right now I need you to take off your clothes and that quickly,” he spoke in between his panting, running his hands up your back, over to your neck to pull you down for another kiss. 


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