feels good to finally have it out of the way

This isn’t a story about a client from hell, but I know for a fact that it is advice that comes from dealing with them.

When I was studying 3D animation and visualization, we did customer projects as a part of our education. For each project we had a tutor, someone who worked in the industry and knew the ropes. This is legitimately one of the lessons one of our tutors gave us:

Tutor: In our company, we have what we call an “Ugly Red Blob” method. When a design has been finalized, and it’s time to send it to the client for final review, the last thing we do is we add a big, red blob somewhere in the design. The client will look at the mock-up and say: “Okay, that’s good, but take out that red blob, it doesn’t work with the rest.” The client gets a feeling that they’ve contributed to the design in a significant way, and we can get on with our work, without the client trying to micro-manage every font and color.

WHAT ARE THE SIGNS MADE OF?

Aries:
The PASSION of a five year old that really wants to steal a cookie out of the cookie jar.
The CHARISMA of a potato. A charismatic potato.
The INTENSITY of an earthquake, rocking your world and your house since before years were a thing.

Taurus:
The STUBBORNNESS of a child that refuses to eat their broccoli and will cry until their parents let them leave the dinner table.
The COMPLEXITY of doing algebra problems without a calculator.
THE DEPENDABLENESS of that one friend who always tries their best to not let you or anyone else down.

Gemini:
The IMPLUSIVENESS of a middle schooler’s first kiss.
The FLEXIBILITY of a professional gymnast, constantly flipping and turning 360 degrees at a time.
The TALKATIVENESS of a child who just learned how to talk. You want to ignore them, but you can’t because they’re just so gosh darn cute. 

Cancer:
The CARE a teenager has towards their new phone for the first week of owning it.
The PASSIVENESS of someone who is always unaware of their surroundings, but for some reason always knows what’s happening around them.
The GENTLENESS of a shiny glass cup, one mistake and they can be broken right before your eyes.

Leo:
The DRAMATICNESS of an episode of pretty much every teen drama that has been on the air for way too long.
The EGO of celebrities, always inflated and is constantly validated by others, either negatively or positively.
The GENEROSITY of a teacher that decides to give the class another day to work on a tough homework assignment. 

Virgo:
The PERFECTION of opening a new book and smelling that new book smell.
The INDEPENDENCE of a tall and beautiful flower blooming in field full of dull grass and dirt.
The CRITICALNESS of a Gordon Ramsay that spends his life roasting people on twitter.

Libra:
The CHARISMA that Aries wishes they could have and 34 shades of more charisma on top of that. Loads of charisma.
The INDECISIVENESS of someone who really wants to text someone that they like, but doesn’t want to come across as desperate.
The PEACEFULNESS of feeling that everything is okay in life and being able to finally get a good night’s sleep.

Scorpio:
The EVILNESS of a villain that just wants to be understood in this complicated world.
The PARANOIA of someone that’s been hurt way too many times in another life and just came out the womb guarded.
The WIT of someone who just mastered the art of sarcasm and refuses to talk any other way.

Sagittarius:
The CURIOSITY of a child wanting to know where babies come from and will not stop until they get answer.
The HONESTY of a mom that always wants to make sure that her children look as good as she does when leaving the house.
The INTERESTINGNESS of that one strange toy from 5 years ago that you found while cleaning your room the other day.

Capricorn:
The AMBITION of a grandmother making food for her starving grandchildren on a Sunday afternoon.
The MATURITY of an adult who finally understands the concept of adulting and is pretty gosh darn good job at it.
The INTELLIGENCE of Einstein, but it may not always be used. Trust me though, it’s there. 

Aquarius:
The STRANGENESS of your cousin that everyone thought was going to be successful, but is now a professional hipster.
The REBELLIOUSNESS of a suburban teen who just discovered rap music times one hundred.
The DETACHEDNESS of someone who has not been able to find someone that they can fully trust yet.

Pisces:
The CREATIVITY of doubt and security dancing together in a flame of inspiration.
The INTUITIVENESS of a good friend that always knows when you’re upset and how to cheer you up.
The COMPASSION of sweet child who just wants to make sure that everyone around them is happy.

I never really thought that friend break-ups were a thing. Yeah I’ve heard people say ‘we used to be friends’ or ‘we don’t talk anymore’ but I’ve never actually pondered the ending of a friendship.

I’ve witnessed girls going through breakups, and they always talk about the same things. The way one person stops showing interest,
how they talk less, fight about stupid things, stop feeling the spark. I’ve never felt that before. Never watched a person gradually lose interest in me, text me less, stop wanting to spend every second with me.

Never until now. And god, it f*cking hurts.

Who would have thought my first heartbreak would come from my longest standing friendship? But that’s the way life works, isn’t it? You watch the one good thing you have slowly slip away until you aren’t even sure why but suddenly it’s almost out of your grasp and there’s nothing you can do but wait.

So you feel yourself waiting. Waiting for the texts to stop all together, waiting for the hangouts to become a thing of the past. Waiting for that final blow. But nothing could hurt more than the realisation that there will be no 'final blow’. Because it’s already over. And you’re not exactly sure when, or how, but you know if you stop trying now then everything will cease.

And who can you blame but yourself? And do you know what the worst part is? You can’t even be mad at the other person, because what have they done except lose interest in you? It sucks when all you want is to be by their side, to call them and text them and see them everyday, but they’re done with you. And how can you be any more than you are now, I guess you’ll just never be enough.

So you’re left mourning the end of a friendship, without even truly understanding what’s been lost.

And now your heart is f**king broken but who would even understand because are friend break-ups even a f*cking thing?

I’m bitter AND sticky so let’s get gooey on topic!

People just? forgot that ton of season 3 episode’s visuals are  actually amazing? I mean it could be just me but this season clearly trowed a ton of budget into some scenes an episodes! 

Super Watermelon Island got an amazing fluid fight scene between two giant women and it was as energetic as it sounds 

Gem drill, even tho it was pretty chilly on animation, had ton of detail on Steven’s faces, I find it like such a sweet detail having in mind the episode was focusing a ton on Steven and his connection with the cluster 

(this is my personal favorite)

Hit the diamond had a TON of characters on-screen at the same time, having in mind 5 of them where new characters and they had to design new clothing for 5 of them 

Even though my favorite part of this episode is the bond between Amethyst and Peridot, I think Too Short To Ride was pretty consistent, I am in love every time they put little lines under the eyes of the characters because it usually helps to remark the emotion they are feeling, is personal. 

Stevonnie’s back for Beach City Drift and the thing I like the most about this episode is the backgrounds and the color choices, they are AMAZING and pretty relaxing to watch on their own. 

Monster reunion was pretty harsh to see for me because painful scenes (aka scenes where the character is clearly in pain) make me feel incredibly bad, but I again shot out how they draw emotions and the subtle lines that make it all even better. 

More than for animation itself, I praise a lot Alone At Sea because of writing and atmosphere, and the last one really works, I felt incredibly… tense, when Jasper showed up, how she acted and the way she expressed herself, and how the colors got dark and the rain around it… just gosh

Even tho it was a pretty okay-o episode in general, I really liked Gem Hunt’s backgrounds, the whites and cold tones made a good mix with Jasper’s colors and really helped her to pop out! 

I’ve talked a lot about Bismuth, so at this point everything would feel redundant, so I’ll just say that the first and last scenes have pretty good colors, one being calm pastel tones and the other reddish dark tones #BRINGHERBACK2K17

And finally, Bubbled, which has some on the most beautiful space backgrounds i’ve seen in an animation product, is the feeling of emptiness that makes the most of the episode personally, how is literally just Steven and Eyeball and Eyeball pretty much tries to kill him, in other situations you can think about something going on, but is the fact that they are in space what makes it feel… well… empty, giving more focus to the characters that contrast the most in a sea of dark cold tones and blacks! 

A Lesson in Love (Creative Writing)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,547

A/N: The tag list for this story is officially CLOSED. Also, we’re nearing the end of this series. I’d say there’s 4-5 parts left. 

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - Forever grateful for your editing assistance.

Originally posted by thoranda

The sun is out as you walk to your Creative Writing class. It’s a sign that winter is really being left behind, only to be replaced by longer days, warmer weather and an abundance of thriving greenery.

As much of a fan that you are of the freezing season, you’re grateful to see it go. The temperamental radiator in your apartment made your nights especially cold and knowing that you don’t have to depend on that for warmth anymore is a big relief.

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What The Signs Are Made Of?

Aries:
The PASSION of a five year old that really wants to steal a cookie out of the cookie jar.
The CHARISMA of a potato. A charismatic potato.
The INTENSITY of an earthquake, rocking your world and your house since before years were a thing.

Taurus:
The STUBBORNNESS of a child that refuses to eat their broccoli and will cry until their parents let them leave the dinner table.
The COMPLEXITY of doing algebra problems without a calculator.
THE DEPENDABLENESS of that one friend who always tries their best to not let you or anyone else down.

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Listen Close (Smut)

Request from anon: A bossy Draco smut where the reader and him kind of hated each other at first, so when they “do it” it’s a very dominant Draco please?

Thanks for requesting, I’ve only done ’smut’ once before so sorry if this is really awkward and a bit bad 😂 plus, I really hope this uploads on tuesday.

Originally posted by nellaey

You’d somehow ended up at yet another Slytherin party. Your friend had convinced your sorry arse to get dressed and go with them to this party that you didn’t really want to go to. You’d lost the match against Slytherin today and you weren’t too keen on showing your face at their victory party, especially considering Draco Malfoy would particularly enjoy mocking you the whole night. Either way, you’d found yourself sat in an overly large leather armchair, throwing  every drink anyone gave you down your neck. If there was anything you were good at, it was partying; you could hold your drinks fairly well and you were usually up for almost anything after you’d had a few. 

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CALLING ALL CAPTAIN SWAN FANS!!!

The big day is upon us! That’s right, on May 7th, Captain Swan will finally be heading down the aisle, and what better way to celebrate this fantastic ship than with fellow friends and shippers together? We were invited after all…

Get dressed up, bake fancy cupcakes, crack open that bottle of good rum (if you’re old enough), decorate your room, invite your friends over and have a little party together - whatever you feel like doing in recognition of the big day! Want to send the happy couple well wishes in the form of a video? Why not!!

HERE COMES THE FUN PART!

Take to TWITTER or INSTAGRAM (why not go all out and do both?) and post a picture or video message of how you’re choosing to celebrate. IT’S THAT EASY!!

FOR TWITTER

Simply copy and paste this message into the box with your attached image or video:

Congratulations to Emma & Killian! @OnceABC @AdamHorowitzLA @colinodonoghue1 @jenmorrisonlive #CaptainSwanWedding #OnceUponAMusical #OUAT

FOR INSTAGRAM

Simply copy and paste this message into the box when posting your image or video:

Congratulations to Emma & Killian! @onceabcofficial @colinodonoghue1 @jenmorrisonlive #CaptainSwanWedding #OnceUponAMusical #OUAT

Let’s show the cast, ABC, and the world just how much we love these two on their special day, but more importantly, let’s have fun together as a fandom!!

ALSO!

The Captain Swan Wedding Registry is a fantastic opportunity to donate whatever you can to charity in light of this wondrous occasion. More information can be found on this fantastic project HERE. - https://cs-charity-registry.tumblr.com/post/159124500980/in-lieu-of-gifts

We want to spread the word about this fandom effort as much as possible, so please feel free to copy and paste the available images above with the information on them to Twitter, Instagram, and even Facebook!

Breakfast on the Patio

AN: Enjoy some early morning fluff.

Thanks to @whore4batfam for letting me write this.

It’s inspired by this post!


Early morning breakfasts are a tradition for you and Bruce. During the summers the two of you sit on the porch and talk quietly while Alfred works in the kitchen. The kids are typically still asleep, so the two of you enjoy the quiet and your special alone time together.

    Which is why, you’re more than a bit surprised when Damian storms out onto the patio. Your youngest wakes up early. It’s a fact of life. It is also a fact that he spends this time in the morning training. Setting down your orange juice, you and Bruce turn to face him. Before you can even ask what’s wrong, he shouts, “You need to have a baby!”

    You choke on nothing, and as you cough, Bruce’s hand pounds against your back. As the fit subsides you look up at your youngest, “Excuse me?”

    “I refuse to be the baby any longer. Grayson, Todd and Drake are constantly using it as an excuse to keep me away from things. I’m not allowed near Joker, because I’m the baby. I can’t drive the batmobile, because I’m the baby. No Damian, you can’t diffuse that bomb, you’re the baby!

    Your voice is hoarse as you say, “Damian … it’s not that simple.”

    He scoffs, “What are you talking about? Father adopted three children without you, and I’m the result of a drug induced one-night stand. How hard is it? Have a child together, adopt, I don’t care just as long as it is younger than me. Because I am done being the baby.”

    You watch him storm off and turn to your husband. He smirks at you, “Well that’s one way to ask for a younger sibling.”

You can feel a blush spreading to your cheeks, “Bruce!”

He smiles at you, and before you can blink he’s out of his seat and crouching in front of you, “Haven’t you ever thought about it? A little baby?”

You splutter for a few seconds, before finally saying, “Yes, but we’re super-heroes, and CEO’s. We don’t have time for a baby.”

    “Is there ever really a good time to have a baby?”

    “When you’re not constantly out until three am, and working nine hour days.”

    “We could take a step back.”

    You raise an eyebrow in questions, “We or I?”

    He meets your gaze, “We. With the boys around we have more than enough help protecting Gotham, and we could start working regular hours at the company.” You sink back into your seat. His voice is a whisper when he asks, “Have you really not thought about it?”

    You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t. You wanted a child, but you’d been unwilling to upset the balance of your boys. They were finally on good terms with Bruce, and Damian had always been one to be jealous. But at the same time, you yearned to hold that little baby in your arms.

    Almost as though he can see the gears turning in your head he asks, “Sweetheart, do you want to have a baby?”

    You smile, “I do.”

    He smiles, before kissing you.

    When you pull back you say, “Imagine Alfred’s reaction when we tell him.”

    “It’ll be quite Joyous Mrs. Wayne, I assure you.” You look over you shoulder to see the butler watching the two of you through the kitchen window. You roll your eyes, you were surrounded by snoops, and you were convinced Bruce came by it naturally.

    With a smile you say, “Let’s try for a baby.”

Fight (Fuck) Me! [Stiles x Reader]

A/N: just a little heads up, Theo’s a complete dick in this one. Also, if u guys have any ideas for stuff plz let me know.


Pairing: Stiles x Reader, Theo x Reader


Warning: abusive relationships, asshole Theo, smut (female fingering, oral - male receiving, the deed etc)


Summary: You and Stiles aren’t the best of friends, but you know he’s a pretty decent guy in the end.


***


“Are you fucking serious?” You yell out in shock and hear Stilinski irritable ‘Shut it!’ from halfway across the house. You can’t be bothered with how you’re dressed when you stomp over to him, holding out your bottle of moisturizer.


“Stilinski!” You shout and Stiles groans loudly. He’s lounging on the living room couch playing Xbox and dressed in a tight white shirt with some black jeans.


“What are you bitching about now?” He asks, not bothering to look away from his game. Your mouth drops open in shock at his lack of response and you stand with your arms crossed.


“I’m talking about this, you assfuck!” You scream, throwing your now ruined bottle at him. Stiles finally looks away from his game when the sticky, half open bottle hits him square in the chest. He holds it away from himself with two fingers.


“The fuck?” He asks, looking up at you. You stare him down, seething with anger with your arms crossed under your breasts.


“You!” You accuse. “You did this! And your gonna repay me for it. Do you have any idea how much that shit costs?”


You and Stiles have been living together for about three weeks now. Your dad and the Sheriff are close friends and you needed a place to stay while your dad was out of town on business. Immediately, he sent you to Beacon Hills, where you would attend Beacon High, and unfortunately, have to live with the Sheriff and his asshole son.


Only, that asshole son was a total fucking babe.


A total fucking babe that was staring at you with his mouth agape.


“What?” You snap angrily. It is only then that it occurs to you what exactly you look like. Your hair and parts of your body are dripping wet, having just walked out of the shower moments earlier, and the only thing covering your modesty is your hot pink Victoria’s Secret bra and thong, which you were wearing for a date tonight.


Stiles continues to stare at you, and makes a considerable effort to maintain eye contact. You huff, which you know makes your chest flair out. “Take a good look, Stilinski, coz that’s the closest you’re ever gonna get.”


With those final words, you grab the moisturizer bottle from his hands and storm back into the shower, temper flaring. You can feel his eyes on your ass all the way.


When you’re in the bathroom, you lock the door and make a quick decision to look extra fuckable tonight. You’re sure that Theo will appreciate your efforts. And if you slip back into the shower and spend thirty extra minutes with your fingers in your pussy, thinking of the hungry look in Stiles’ eyes moments earlier then it’s nobody’s business.


****


When you do finally emerge from the bathroom, you can’t help but feel a little proud. You’re wearing a tight white top that dips into a considerably low V with a red mini skirt that falls halfway down your thighs. Your hair is done in a way that you know makes you look gorgeous and your makeup, having taken about an hour to do, is fucking on point.


You walk to your temporary room and rummage through the closet the Sheriff gave you until you find a pair of brown, heeled boots. Slipping them on, you walk to the mirror and admire the way they elongate your legs.


“Hey, you done or not coz there’s-”


The voice stops short and you turn to see Stiles standing in your doorway, mouth agape. He’s staring at you as though he can’t believe what’s in front of him, and you take the opportunity to reach down to grab your bag and get your perfume, ass in the air.


“What is it?” You ask, flipping your hair to the side so that you can spray your neck. From the corner of your eye, you can see the way Stiles follows the movement, licking his lips. For a second, you think he might just pounce and attack you right there.


It’s difficult to ignore the wave of desire that courses through you at the thought.


Stiles finally snaps out of his daze when you place the perfume bottle down loudly. He clears his throat awkwardly and pretends that he hasn’t been outright staring. “Your, um- Your date’s here.”


You nod and grab your purse, slinging it over your shoulder. As you turn to leave, you notice that Stiles is still leaning against the door frame. “Yes?” You ask, albeit impatiently.


“How long’ve you been with this guy?” He asks, going for casual but it’s a near miss. You roll your eyes.


“None of your business, dad,” You reply pointedly, making a move to push past him. Stiles is quicker and stronger, so he easily stops you with two firm hands on your shoulders.


“I’m serious, (Y/N),” When he speaks you realise that he actually is. “Who is this guy to you? Do you trust him?”


There’s a long moment when you truly don’t know what to do. For the most of it, your conversations with Stiles have been clipped and short, or irritated and in the form of shouting contests. You haven’t heard him speak this sincerely before.


“Why?” You ask because you honest to God want to know. Stiles looks contemplative, as though he’s not sure whether or not to tell you something. The moment a decision crosses his face, a loud honk of a car is heard outside.


“Just-” Stiles sighs, and you notice that his hands are still on your shoulders. “Just be careful, alright? If there’s one person in the world that I don’t trust, it’s Theo Raeken.”


After a small nod, Stiles moves out of the way and you brush past him, walking out the door to where Theo is waiting in his car. You barely realise what’s going on around you, your mind still reeling from Stiles’ sudden attitude change.


“Do I smell?”


You jump at the sound of the voice. Looking to your left, you see Theo smiling at you gently. The car’s stopped and you realise that you’ve spent the entire ride to the restaurant in silence.


“I’m sorry?” Because there’s no way you heard that right.


“Do I smell?” He asks again and you shake your head. “Maybe it’s the outfit. A bit much?”


You smile and take a second to look at what he’s wearing. Theo cleans up nice. He’s in a blue button down with a pair of black slacks and some Oxfords on his feet. He looks really good.


“You’re incredibly hot.” You say with a smirk and Theo barks out a laugh. He steps out of the car and moves to your side, opening the door for you before you can’t protest.


“You’re pretty hot yourself, babe,” He whispers in your ear as you stand, one hand smacking your ass before he closes the door.


Your eyes dance around the restaurant and suddenly you feel really bad for the car ride. Mistaking your guilt, Theo walks you towards the table with a hand on the small of your waist, murmuring in your ear: “Don’t worry. The manager owes me a favour.”


He pulls your chair out for you and you sit, feeling a slight blush form on your neck. The table is set for two, in the balcony with no others. It’s completely private. There’s a rose in the centre and the classical music from inside filters through the air.


“This is really sweet.” You tell him when he takes his place in front of you. He smiles bashfully.


“Well, we needed some way to celebrate out one month anniversary.” You grin but can’t help but feel extremely guilty, thinking about how you’d spent the morning.


“Hey, what’s your deal with Stiles?” The words are out of your mouth before you can’t stop them. The smile on Theo’s face falls and immediately you regret it.


“My deal?” He asks, and immediately you know that you’ve crosses a line. In your four weeks of dating, you quickly learned when and when not to question Theo, and when to immediately back away before he gets mad. “What gives you the idea I have anything to do with him?”


“Nothing.” You say quickly, picking up a menu. “He just seemed to recognize you as all. Must’ve been my imagination.”


“Yeah, you really need to put a handle on that.” He murmurs, picking up his menu as well. You pointedly ignore the comment and take far longer to read the menu than you normally would have.


“Good evening.” The waiter, a guy who’s probably around 19 with brown eyes and combed back blonde hair, greets gently. “My name is Evan and I’ll be your server tonight. Would you like to hear out specials?”


You were about to say yes, because you really didn’t know what to order, when Theo spoke for you. “That won’t be necessary.” He said. “I’ll have the Steak platter, extra gravey. Babe?”


“Chicken Burger with fries.” You reply, because that seems simple enough. Just as Evan is about to write it down, Theo interrupts.


“You sure?” He asks, his voice casual but still implicit. He reaches under the table and tugs slightly at your love handles, and you go red. “Make it a Greek salad.”


Evan gives you a look, and you can see that the man is barely containing his disgust at your boyfriends actions. “Greek salad.” You confirm. Evan gives a slight nod, though he looks slightly troubled, before picking up the menus.


“Anything to drink?”


“Coke.” Theo replies distractedly, looking down at his phone.


“Ice tea.” You say, and Theo raises a brow. “Diet.” You quickly add, and are rewarded when Theo shoots you a dazzling smile which you can’t help but return, albeit hesitantly.


Evan nods and gives a beaming, fake smile. “Anything else?”


“No.” Theo says, but Evan doesn’t move. You look up and see that he’s waiting for your answer.


“No, thank you.” You smile, and Evan returns it. It looks a little more genuine, if a bit pitying and you quickly look away before Theo gets mad. Evan tell you two that the meal should take only 10 minutes, 20 at the most, before disappearing back into the hotel.


“I don’t like the way that guy was looking at you.” Theo says, and you clench your vista in your lap to help keep your composure. “Got no right to be looking at my girl like that.”


You can’t help but smile. Despite everything, Theo is very possessive of you, and it honestly makes you feel like he genuinely cares about losing you. It’s also the reason why you could never leave him. He made that pretty clear.


“I love you.” You say gently, and Theo smiles, reaching a hand across the table and taking yours.


“I love you too.” And his voice is too sincere to doubt. “I should ask for another waiter.”


“That’s-” You pause. “Isn’t that a little unnecessary?” You can see Theo’s eyes darken and fear tinges at your fingertips. “I mean, we came out here to have a good time. We don’t need any drama.”


“Course you’d say that.” He says, eyes still dark. You want to pull your hand away from his, but he’s got a tight grip on your wrists and it fucking *hurts*. “Bet you’re loving all this attention they’re giving you. The waiter, the Stilinski boy. You’re a little slut who’ll open her legs for anyone who asks nicely enough. Babe, you need to realise something. They only want you because they know they can’t have you. They’re just trying to challenge the Alpha Male - me, and I won’t let them think I’m weak just because you can’t keep your tits to yourself. Understood?”


You look down to hide the tears streaming over your cheeks. No reply comes from your mouth, because you know that it’ll be choked and wet and Theo absolutely hates seeing you cry.


“Answer me!” He slams your joint hands on the table and you wince. You look up and try to contain yourself when you speak.


“I understand.” Your voice is barely above a whisper and Theo smiles.


“Good.” He says. “Now wipe your face. You look like shit when you cry.”


***

You try your damnest not to make a sound as you open the front door with shaky hands. Despite your best efforts, you and Theo still got into a fight, and he showed you as much mercy as he had all previous nights.


The fight (which had been about Stiles, of all things) hadn’t lasted very long. You weren’t very edger to fight back, your guilt from your earlier interactions with the guy still weighing down heavily upon your chest. Theo had misread it, and seemed to think there was something going on between you and Stiles. Words were yelled and punches were thrown but you walked out of it okay. Safe for a mean looking bruise on you jaw, which would blossom into a deep purple mark tomorrow, and a few cuts and scrapes, you were untouched.


You knew, however, that despite this being one of the better nights, your injuries would not go unnoticed by Stiles or the Sheriff, which was why you had waited until all the lights were out to try and get in.


Without much thought, too tired and in too much pain, you push the door open and make a b-line for the kitchen. Immediately, you pull out a bag of something frozen and stick it on your cheek, rummaging through for some ice cream.


“What the fuck?”


You jump at the sound of the voice. Almost immediately, your hands fly to your face as a defence mechanism, but it isn’t necessary. It’s just Stiles.


Stiles, standing there in nothing but some black shorts with a baseball bat in his hands.


“Umm.” You say stupidly because the sight of Stiles’ abs has rendered you as such. Stiles drops the bat and walks towards you, looking concerned.


“What are you doing?” He asks as he walks to you, eyes brimming with worry. “It’s three in the fucking morning.”


“Ice cream.” You say lamely, but Stiles isn’t listening. His eyes are glued to the packed of frozen peas in your hand that you’re trying to hold against your jaw and wrists at the same time.


“What happened?” He asks, slowly pulling the bag of peas away. You prepare yourself for the look of disgust on his face when he sees the injury, so it’s very unexpected when he looks even more concerned.


“I fell.” You lie easy. Stiles doesn’t look away from your injuries, now choosing to inspect your wrists, which are bruised all round and is bleeding in a small area.


“I’m not stupid.” He says, and you’re shocked by the sincerity in his voice. “I know Theo did this to you. I know he’s the reason you’ve been coming home with bruises all month long. What I don’t know is why you haven’t said anything about it.”


You wince as Stiles prods your jaw gently. He looks contemplative, but eventually settled for sitting your down at the kitchen table. “Wait.” He says, then runs off. You resist the urge to scream.


This wasn’t supposed to happen. No one could know what Theo was doing because they could never understand. All they would do is judge you for not leaving, and give you pitying looks all the while thinking that you must’ve done something to deserve it. No one understood, least of all Stiles.


“Here.” You look up to see Stiles, hand stretched out with a bucket of ice. Confusion clouds your features and Stiles gives you a gentle smile. He puts the bucket down on the table and brings your right hand towards it, pushing it in.


It’s extremely cold but also soothing. You sigh gently as your wrist is finally given the attention it deserves. You’re about to thank Stiles before he leaves, only to find that he’s not leaving at all. He’s kneeling next to you and opening what looks to be a first aid kit.


“That’s not-” You try but Stiles silences you with a look.


“It’ll help.” He says. “I promise.”


The older boy opens a jar of sorts and the smell of herbs drifts to the air. He dips two fingers into the salve and gently brings them to your face, applying it to the spot with the utmost caution.


“It stinks.” He says. “But it’ll reduce the swelling. Give me your wrists.”


You oblige deftly, raising your bruised wrists from the tank of melting ice to where Stiles is kneeling half-naked next to you. He drys your wrists off with a kitchen towel before applying a rather thick layer of the salve onto your wrist, massaging it gently.


“Better?” He asks in a whisper as he stands, after five minutes of comfortable silence. Suddenly, you are pulled back into the real world and are faced with the truth. You had just shared this moment with Stiles, with the guy you had screamed that you hated at your boyfriend before he punched you in the face. Theo would be pissed, so fucking pissed, but you would deal with that tomorrow.


“Much.” You say, and make a move to stand, but you’re unsteady. You’re feet wobble in your brown heels and Stiles quickly wraps his arms around you, stabilizing your body before you fell.


“How bout something to eat?” He asks, “I mean, you could go to bed like this and all, but for some reason I don’t think you’ll wake up in the morning.”


“Bet you’d love that.” You say, feeling some of your wit returning. Stiles smiles.


“Nah.” He says. “Then who’s gonna be there to falsely accuse me of stealing moisturizer?” You laugh loudly and Stiles smiles. “Um, there’s a 24 hour pizza place a couple of minutes away. We could go there.” He suggest and you shrug, realizing how close you are. You pull back.


“Hey man, it’s your town.” You say and Stiles nods.


“Eddie’s it is, then.” The two of you stand but you hesitate, looking down at your outfit.


“Give me one second.” You say and run up the stairs into your bedroom. For a moment, you wonder if you should dress up but ultimately decide that it’s not worth it. You swap out your skirt and top for a pair of sweats and a baggie t-shirts, and your heels for your beat up converse. You grab your phone as you walk down, pulling your hair from it’s tangles and into a messy bun.


“I look like shit but who’s gonna see?” You ask when you walk back into the kitchen. Stiles looks at you laughs.


“You look beautiful.” He says, and grabs his car keys. You eyes widen.


“Aren’t you gonna put something on?” You ask as Stiles stand in front of you, still wearing nothing but a pair of black shorts. He shrugs.


“It’s hot.” He says simply, walking out the door. When you just stay right where you are with your mouth agape, he pops back inside. “You coming or what?”


“I’m gonna regret this,” You say as you follow him out the door, noticing that he left behind his baseball bat. As you walk out into the front yard, you see Stiles in his blue Jeep, looking far too excited for a midnight drive for pizza. “Yeah, I’m definitely gonna regret this.”


The ride to Eddie’s, as Stiles had called the place, is filled with stupid small talk and light arguments. (You think that Batman could win in a fight against Iron Man. Stiles strongly disagrees) The two of you listen to crappy music and Stiles sings along at the top of his voice, which you realize is actually pretty good, and you join him. Soon, the two of you are laughing after having belted out the final notes to Smashmouth’s 'I’m a Believer’ in the Eddie’s parking lot, while people look at you like you’re mad.


“Oh my God,” You say breathlessly, wiping the tears from your eyes as you clutch your stomach. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard a worse butchering of a Shrek song in my life!”


Stiles laughs, loud and free, and it’s like music to your ears. “I think that guy in the ugly Mini would agree with that.” He says though a new burst of laughter and you look to your right to see a very disgruntled looking man in a piss green mini looking at the Jeep and it’s occupants like it was something he stepped in.


“Fuck off!” You scream through the window and throw the finger at him. The guy, despite probably bring in his mid twenties, looks positively insulted and immediately get in his car and leaves. Stiles bursts out laughing.


“You know,” he says. “Maybe if you weren’t such a bitch at the start we could’ve been friends much sooner.” He smirks when he says it, and you can feel Stiles’ eyes raking over your form.


“Friends?” You ask, keeping a sultry edge to your voice. “Is that what we are?”


Stiles smirks, and you take the moment to fully appreciate him. His skin is stretched taught over his muscles and you love the way the dim light of the parking lot reflects off of them, making him look all kinds of delicious. His whiskey eyes are dark with lust, and you notice the way his pupils are huge and a vein sticks out slightly from his neck. You want to lick it.


“Let’s go.” You say and promptly step out of the car, taking a deep breath. You really shouldn’t, not after Stiles had seen you so emotional and vulnerable, but you can’t help it. He’s a fucking babe, and you want nothing more than for him to pound you like there’s no tomorrow.


Stiles follows out after you and the two of you walk into the place together. You know you must look like a pair if drunk lovers, with your faces flushed and your attire being what it was, but right now you couldn’t be bothered to give a damn.


He leads the way, taking you to a booth that’s on the edge in the centre of the Pizzeria. The place is mostly empty, safe for an elderly woman who’s out with her husband, giggling like teenagers. You grin at them. Stiles walks around like he knows the place well, and doesn’t even pick up a menus when he sits down.


A lovely middle aged woman walks up to you two a few minutes later, and you’ve decided on your order. The woman, Delores as her name tag tells, smiles broadly when she approaches.


“What’ll it be, sweetie?” She asks, sounding cheerful. Stiles turns to her, offended, and for a second you think he’s gonna yell before a broad grin swipes across the woman’s face.


“Sweetie?” He asks, “Lola I’m offended. Whatever happened to hottest ass in town?” You snort at that and the woman gives you a wink.


“Don’t worry babe. You’re still the sweetest piece of ass I know.” She says, laughing. “I just didn’t want your girlfriend over here to get jealous.” Stiles looks at you, grinning and licking his lips, looking all kinds of sexy and adorable.


“I’m not the jealous type.” You say and he laughs at that. The waitress, Lola as Stiles had so lovely called her, grins broadly. You and Stiles stare at each other from across the table, each challenging the other to look away first.


“Now now,” Lola interrupts. “No eye fucking just yet. Lemme first get you order.” You look away abruptly, going red and Lola laughs good-naturedly. “Okay, so usual for you?” She asks and Stiles nods. “And you, sweetie?”


“Give me the greasiest, most carb filled pizza that you guys make.” You say, looking at Stiles and wondering for a fleeting moment if he’ll object or look at you with disgust. Instead, he just raises an impressed eyebrow.


Lola laughs. “Your girl’s a keeper.” She says to Stiles.


“Damn right she is.” He replies, softer, looking deep into your eyes. There’s a moment where you know that you have a choice. You could correct him now, you could stop this by simply looking away or saying no, but you don’t.


“Best believe it.” You murmur, but by the way Stiles smirks slightly, you know he’s heard you. Lola offers you both two large milkshakes, she says it’s on the house but Stiles will pay for it anyway, and walks off, looking entirely too satisfied.


“I used to come here when I was little.” Stiles says, looking around the place. “My dad would drop me off here coz there wasn’t anyone at home and I was too small to stay by myself. Lola would babysit me, stuff me with junk food and all kinds of shit an eight year old wasn’t supposed to be eating. She’s practically family.”


You nod, smiling slightly. “She seems nice.” You say, then think again. “Wait, she seems really nice. Why is it that she likes you again?”


Stiles scoffs, offended. “I’ll have you know that I am perfectly likeable, thank you very much.”


You smirk. “Yeah, that’s why it took me a whole month to warm up to you.”


“No, no, see that’s different.” He’s smiling, oh so softly and it makes your insides flutter. “See, I had a plan with you. It was all set to schedule. If everything goes on track, you’ll be falling in love with me by the first day of summer.”


“Is that right now?” You asks, sitting up a little straighter. Stiles smirked slightly, and you know that he can see down your cleavage. “How’s that working out for you?”


He bites down on his plump lip before licking over it with his tongue. You want nothing more than to jump across the table and bite said tongue, but you refrain from doing so. “Great.” He says, leaning his forearms on the table. Suddenly, his face is right in front of yours and you can see the lust in his eyes. “In fact, I think tonight might be the night.”


“Oh really?” You ask, sounding disbelieving but the husk in your tone gives you away. “What makes you think that?”


Suddenly, Stiles is leaning over the table and pulling you in close, so that his mouth is just under your ear. “Because,” he says in a whispered rasp, “I’m doing this and you aren’t stopping me.” He sticks his tongue out and licks at the shell of your ear. You shudder, leaning forward as Stiles takes the lobe between his lips and sucks it gently. He trials his wet lips upwards and nibbles slightly at the top, and your hand reaches out holding on to his shoulder.


“Now, now,”


You jump back at the sudden voice and your heart pounds in your chest. Looking up, you see Lola staring at you with a watchful eye, but a smirk is playing at her lips. “This place is strictly PG. Understood?”


Stiles’ ears go slightly red, but his nipples are taught from your actions. You’re sure he’s sporting a bit of a boner. “Yes, ma'am.” He mumbles, thanking Lola when she places two large pizzas on the table.


The woman walks away, giving you an over exaggerated wink behind Stiles’ back and you smile slightly at her. “It’s a shame.” You say, pulling back a slice. “Now you have to walk outta here with a tent in your pants.”


Stiles gives you a look that says 'that was totally inappropriate but you’re too fucking hot for me to care’ as he too takes his first slice of pizza. You don’t know what he’s eating, but he licks sauce off his lips and all you can think about is licking it off his abs.


The rest dinner (or early breakfast) is spent mostly in silence, but you can’t help but look up every now and then. Stiles is staring at you with a fierce look in his eyes and it makes you want to jump his bones right there and then.


When he pays, the sexual tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. You can’t help but think of all those times where you were so mad and frustrated at him and wanted nothing more than to have him fuck you senseless.


Afterwards, you’re driving in the Jeep when you can’t take it any more. Stiles isn’t helping, looking unfairly sexy with nothing but a pair of shorts to cover his modesty, and brown, hunter eyes. When he pulls the car to a stop, you place a hand of his thigh.


“Yes?” He asks, smirking slightly. You just shrug, as if you don’t know what he’s thinking. Stiles doesn’t say anything as he presses down on the gas, eyes focused on the road.


Slowly, painstakingly so, your hand moves higher and higher. You can hear Stiles breath hitch when your nails scratch gently over the bulge that has formed in his pants, and you consider giving him what he wants, but realize it’s much more fun to tease. Your hands only graze over his covered cock before you move further up, dragging the smooth surface of your fingernails over his exposed abs.


Stiles outright moans when you run your fingertips over the muscles, and you see the way he gripped the steering wheels with white knuckles. *My turn,* you think as you unbuckle your seat belt and move forward.


With a hand still toying gentle with Stiles’ abs and happy trail, you shift closer and press your lips to a spot just under his ear. Stiles’ breath hitches in his throat and he stiffly changes gears. “What are you doing?” He asks, his voice full of lust.


“Giving you a taste of your own medicine.” Your voice is feather light and your lips brush teasingly over his ear as you speak. Stiles groans softly, and you take it as an okay. You mimick his earlier actions, licking wetly over the shell of his ear before biting down gently, enough to make the car swerve slightly. “Careful, babe.” You say, your voice sulty. You lick over the bitten spot again, blowing cool air over it and Stiles moans.


“Oh, fuck it.” He says, and suddenly he’s pulling over and parking the car on the side of the road. You take the opportunity, swinging your legs over so that you’re straddling his lap, unbuckling his safety belt.


His hands go to your hips when you begin to kiss down his neck. Stiles’ skin tastes like salt and vanilla and you suck down on it like a vacuum, determined to leave your mark. He lets you do as you please, something you’d never got from Theo, and tilts his head back to allow you more room.


You go left until you find that vein you’d seen earlier. It’s protruding loudly against his neck now, and fuck if it’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen. You press your tongue wide on it and lick from bottom to top, only stopping to nibble slightly on Stiles’ jaw.


His breath hitches, and he hesitates only a moment before taking control and crashing his lips to yours. He tastes like chocolate milkshake, you think absently as his lips devour your own and you wrap your arms around his neck. They feel amazingly soft and delicate, yet at the same time wild and demanding. You love every second of it.


His tongue pushes into your mouth and it’s all teeth and lips after that. The wet muscle strokes against your mouth expertly and you moan into him. Stiles smirks against your lips, forcing his tongue further down your throat until you’re sure there isn’t a place in your mouth that his tongue hasn’t touched. Unfortunately, the need for oxygen becomes to great to ignore and you pull away, breathing heavy.


“The things you do to me, baby.” He says, leaning his forehead against your own. You grind down on him, and are pleased to find that he’s hard and aching. Stiles moans at the touch and pulls you in for another kiss, his tongue shooting into your mouth before your lips have even touched.


His hands move slowly as they travel under your shirt and pull it up over your head. He throws it behind somewhere, but you can hardly give a fuck with Stiles’ eyes watching you like that. You’d opted to go braless when you went to change, and now with Stiles looking like a kid on Christmas, you were glad for it.


He leans down and quickly takes one nipple into his mouth, the other hand expertly cupping and toying with the other. Your hands move from his neck to his hair and you tug harshly at the strands when Stiles starts to suck noisily at your tits, making the sweetest of sounds. When he takes your nipple between his teeth and pulls back so your tit stretches out, you moan so loudly you have to stop yourself.


He gives the other breast the same treatment as his hands move downwards and toy with the waistband of your sweats. His skin is like lighting against your own and and your arch into him, loving it.


“You okay with this?” He asks, pulling away from you and looking up with the utmost sincerity. Despite the lust in his eyes, you know that if you ask him to, he’ll stop right here and now. It warms your heart, but right now you need to be fucked.


“Definitely.” You say and Stiles smirks. He pulls your pants and panties down in one go and immediately stuffs two fingers into your pussy, pumping wildly. He has to hold you tight at the small of your back to stop your from falling over with the intensity of his movements. You moan hotly and pull his face up, crashing your lips together and the car is filled with sweet clenching noises.


“You’re so wet for me.” He mumbles against you, sounding so utterly fucked out and sexy that you can’t help but moan again. You grind yourself against his bulge and Stiles moans loudly.


The hand at your back is gone and Stiles curles his fingers inside of your pussy, just as a his other hands’ thumb presses down hard on your clit. You come with a shout, clenching down on his fingers which are still moving rapidly inside of you. Your over sensitive nub is rubbed at again and you feel jolts of electricity shoot through.


Eventually you have to stop his hands as the pleasure becomes too much. He pulls his fingers out of you as you calm down and you look up, seeing your come on his digits.


Then, he does the most absurd thing. He sticks his fingers into his mouth and wipes them clean, looking you dead in the eye and smirking at your open mouth. His tongue swirls around the digits and he smirks through it, pulling them out clean.


“Fuck,” you say, then make a quick decision. Stiles isn’t expecting it when you suddenly drop to your knees and pull his shorts down, his errection springing up in front of your face. The pedals are digging into your back but you don’t care.


You eyes widened and your mouth waters at the sight of him. He’s big, bigger than you expected, but you know you can take the full thing. His thick cock is slightly veiny, and looks so damn tempting. You can’t help yourself when you immediately lean forward and wrap your lips around the tip.


Stiles moans loudly was you suckle his tip, hands automatically moving to your hair and pulling it out of its bun, only to then tangle his fingers in it. His nails dig into your scalp and you moan at the feeling, loving the way he forces you deeper and deeper.


You pull away and lick one long stripe from base to tip. He stops you from going back down. “Stick your tongue out, babe.” You do as you’re told, rogue hanging from your mouth. You moan loudly when Stiles slaps his dick on your wet tongue hard, holding your head in place with one hand. You open your mouth wider, loving the feel. “Oh, you like that don’t you?”


He forces you back down on his cock and you love how dominant he’s being. He guides your head non too gently along his member and you bob up and down, loving the taste of his skin and salty precum on your tongue. Then, his dick hits the back of your throat and you tighten around him. Stiles moans loudly, pulling you off.


He reaches down and fishes into the pockets of his shorts for his wallet. Fumbling only briefly, he pulls out a silver foiled packet and throws the wallet aside carelessly. You take the packet from his hands, just as he’s about to open it.


Looking into his eyes, you tear the packet open with your teeth and Stiles eyes widen. You smirk and roll the condom down his length and Stiles watches you with something akin to awe.


With one hand on your hip and the other on his cock, Stiles’ teases your entrance with his tip, rubbing it against your sensitive clit as you stand on your knees above him, legs spread wide. You moan as jolts of electricity shoot up your spine, but Stiles continues to watch you, not giving in.


“Please, Stiles.” You beg. The teenager smirks.


“Whatever you say, Princess.” Suddenly he slams into you in one thrust and you moan loudly against him. The thrusts up quickly, his dick slamming in and out of you at a brutal pace.


“My pretty little princess,” he whispers in your ear. “You love it when I fuck you like this, don’t you?” His hands move up your body and squeeze at your tits. “I bet you’ve been fantasizing about this for days. Thinking about what it would feel like to have my cock in you.”


“Yeah. Oh God yes.” You moan out desperately, nails raking down his back so hard, you’re sure it’ll leave marks. Stiles smirks.


“Tell me.” He says and you moan as he thrusts in deep, hitting that perfect spit inside of you.


“I get myself off to the thought of you fucking me.” You moan, fingers sliding into his hair. “I wanted you so badly. I thought of you when he fucked me. I knew you were better, bigger, could make me moan and come in ways he never could.” Stiles moans loudly and slams harshly into you. “I’ve thought about it all month. The first day I saw you, I wanted to get on my knees and blow you. Wanted to have your cum dripping down my face and tits. Wanted you to fuck me until yours is the only name I remember.”


“And now?” He breathes against you. “Now what do you want?”


“I want to come with you inside of me.” You say. “I wanna clench around your dick and make you lose control. Wanna through you over the edge and go down with you.”


Stiles moans loudly and reaches between your bodies, pressing down hand on your clit once more. Again, you come immediately, back arching, clenching hard around him as he thrusts wildly into you.


“I’m almost there, baby.” He moans, pulling your face forward and kissing you hard. It occurs to you that what your tasting is your own juices on Stiles’ lips and you moan against him.


“Come on,” you taunt. “Come for me, baby.” It takes two more thrusts before he pushes into you hard, spilling into the condom and dropping down on the car seat. The two of you stay like that for a moment, his dick softening inside of you.


Stiles pulls out and you move, going back into the passenger seat. Your pussy is raw from his fucking and you don’t really care how you look with your legs spread wide as cold air brushes over your centre. Stiles pulls out the condom and ties it up, throwing it out of the window.


“That’s nasty.” You tell him. He looks at you and laughs.


“You’re one to judge.” You flush red at that. Stiles laughs openly. “Do you really get off to the thought of me?”


You look at him and smirk. “All the fucking time.”

I always find it funny when people don’t like a character because he or she doesn’t do the right thing, or they should have done something else that wouldn’t cause pain to the protagonist. If all characters always did the right thing there would be no story. Period. And for some characters, they would have no redemption arc if they didn’t start from a place of negativity. 

Today’s case in point: Laura Moon from American Gods

In life, Laura is a deeply unhappy woman who generally feels nothing all the time. She exists. She does things to try to feel anything—huffs bug spray, marries Shadow, sleeps with Robbie, tries to rob the casino where she works. Every awful and good thing she does is to feel something. Anything. Should she have done those super shitty things? Nope. And she knows this. She cops to it, even. It isn’t until she dies and comes back that she finally has the chance to live and to love in an extraordinary way that makes her feel something and she does everything in her power to pursue it. Her journey from there on out is to atone for her first life, to make amends with Shadow because she actually does love him, and now she feels it. She feels so intensely, it makes her strong. Crazy, physically, strong. Strong enough to save Shadow, which she couldn’t have done before. 

We aren’t really supposed to like her in the beginning. If we did, the rest of her story would be flat, and her relationship with Shadow would be clichéd and we’d all be yawning. 

Don’t like her, but don’t dismiss her either. 

Teachers AU with flirty gym teacher!Marinette requested by @stirredbrew

Sorry in advance, this is longer than I imagined it would be and also she doesn’t get flirty for a little while rip (also i didn’t include a lot of flirting rlly so)

  • Marinette Dupain-Cheng loves fashion. And she loves working out, being active, anything that takes her breath away.
  • Because of her interest in both, her dream is to start her own brand of sportswear for women (some with pockets definitely), but in the meantime, she works at her old collège as a PE teacher and makes clothes on commission or for herself
  • She’s been working there for a couple of years, and she absolutely loves the kids that come through. Her students usually love her too, because she’s really understanding but also doesn’t take crap
  • There have been whispers, both among the students and staff, that a new maths teacher would be coming in. She brushes it off.
  • One day, when her students are supposed to be running laps, they’re instead in groups, chattering excitedly.
  • “What’s going on?” Mari asks, because she is a poor clueless babe.
  • They tell her that the new maths teacher’s finally here, and a few of them will be switching to his class. She’s a bit curious, because she hadn’t seen him yet. She lets her class talk a little more before telling them they can talk and walk at the same time.
  • While she’s watching them go, she hears the doors open behind her and turns to see if someone came late, but is surprised by the headmaster and a person she doesn’t recognize
  • He’s tall, has longer blond hair that’s pulled back into a short ponytail, and looks kind of lanky. She smirks as she thinks about how her parents would try to feed him their entire kitchen if they met him.
  • She calls out for her students to finish their warm-up laps before strutting over. The headmaster tells her she was just showing their new maths teacher around.
  • Said new guy smiles at her kindly and holds out his hand. She grabs it, and maybe squeezes a little too tight, but he doesn’t seem to notice.
  • “I’m Adrien,” he tells her. She finds it odd that he left off his last name, but introduces herself anyways.
  • “Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she says, giving him a small smile. “You can address me by my last name.”

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Curse of Desire

Summary: The reader is hopeless stuck in the friend zone with Dean, except there is total sexual tension. Both the reader and Dean are too insecure to see the truth, but after a witch case they’re kinda forced to. 

Word Count: 5135

Author’s note: I’m back bitches and since I graduated I’m here for good! This one is long but I feel like Tumblr has been lacking on the smut lately so this will be worth it. Tell me what you think:) 

It had been the normal run of the mill hunt, except things were never truly “run of the mill” with witches. The topic of the case was weird, but at the end of the day weren’t all witch cases?

You’d been sitting on the couch with Dean when Sam walked in, “Alright you two, I think I have a case”. Sam questioned why you and his brother were sharing a blanket on the couch, but reminded himself you both were “just friends”.

To say your relationship with Dean was complicated, would be an understatement. You were stuck in the friendzone, except the sexual friend zone minus the actual sex. By nature both you and Dean were dirty minded, but he never know the true impact his words had on you.

He would always make comments, or touch you in certain ways, his actions always made you question your “friendship” but your own insecurities made you brush them off. You always reminded yourself, “Dean is flirty with everyone…words are just words”.

It was always hard to hear Dean’s suggestive comments when you wanted so badly for them to be true. You’d make comments right back, stuck between wanting him to get the hint and realizing your silence might ruin your friendship because he would get the hint.

And that brought you to your current state, wanting Dean but afraid to lose him completely. Dean was instantly intrigued, “ What’s the case about?”. After he asked, he leaned back bringing himself closer to you.

As he made himself comfortable he rested his hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb back and forth. The simplest touch sent shivers down your spine, and a million thoughts to race through your mind.

You were pulled from your thoughts by Sam snapping his finger, “Earth to (y/n), try to focus here”. Sam looked at you a certain way that made you blush, as if he just knew how madly in love with Dean you were and how insane Dean’s simple touch was making you.

Nodding your head you regained focus, pushing down your inner desires. Sam continued, “Okay this case is a little strange, but then again strange is our normal, it’s about a witch and a sex shop”.

Dean looked to you, “Wow some privates, a witch, and a sex shop” amused with his own joke. Rolling your eyes you replied, “ I’m not too sure how well privates rhyme with lion, but I like the effort”. He winked before turning his focus back to his brother.

Sam went on to explain that it was a sex shop in the middle of classic suburbia, which meant some boring suburban moms were getting down. There had been a string of sex related deaths meaning it was most likely a witch.

Dean couldn’t hide his excitement, “ Horny rich moms getting down….I’m down”. The slightest thought of Dean with someone else put you off and you got up from the couch. Sam rolled his eyes, “Dean it’s a case about sex related deaths….why would”.

Standing beside Sam you chimed in, “ This isn’t going to be a Stacy’s mom thing Dean, looks like someone’s been watching a little too much porn”. You laughed at your own joke but Sam put his hands up, still not fully understanding your relationship with his brother.

Dean smirked, “Aw princess don’t worry you fit into one of my other favorite categories, tight ass”. It was Dean’s turn to laugh at his own joke while you sighed in annoyance. Before you could open your mouth to reply Sam stopped you, “ Okay you two I’ve had enough of this conversation…it’s like living with two horny teenagers..”.

As Sam walked away you got in, “ Don’t act so pure Sam we share a computer!!”. Again Sam threw his hands up, surrendering to you two. Dean finally got up and high fived you, “Good one princess, I’m dying to know what searches you don’t share with Sammy”.

With a wink Dean was already down the hall catching up with Sam, leaving you there all hot and bothered. You instantly thought about what turned Dean on, what he looked like when he was turned on….and if you turned him on.

Trying to distract yourself you decided you’d start to pack. You’d gotten a text from Sam saying the plan was to leave in an hour or so, and then you’d be on the road. You packed the essentials, but also something a little more risky.

You decided to wear your favorite black lace panty set, feeding the part of your mind that told you something might happen with Dean. To feed the insecure part of your mind you put on your normal clothing over it. Just incase you laid out your second favorite set; it was light pink.

Before you knew it your door opened, and there stood Dean. You tried to quickly close your suitcase, but it was too late. He caught the cover before you could close it, “And what do we have here princess?”.

Dean held up the thong with both hands, smirking like a madman. Trying to not show your true feelings you played it off, “ Something only someone who earns it gets to see”. You needed to pretend that this situation didn’t throw you off, or else he would know.

He licked his lips, “ And what do I have to do to earn it?”. Before you could answer, or to be honest struggle to answer, Sam was also at your door. Strangely Dean hid what he was holding, which meant your panties were currently in his pocket.

Sam’s voice stopped your mind from running away, “ You guys ready? We should really hit the road”. You and Dean looked to each other before looking back to Sam. You smiled, “Yeah I should be ready in a minute, I’ll meet you and Dean in the garage?”.

You wanted to make things awkward for Dean once, aka leaving him with your panties. Sam nodded, “Alright, come on Dean”. Dean hesitated for a moment, but trailed after his brother.

It felt good to know Dean was struggling to explain something for once, and you found yourself laughing. Before you knew it though he was back in your room.

He sling shotted them at you as if he was eighteen again, “ I have only two reasons for liking these; seeing you in them, and getting you out of them”. You couldn’t help but laugh, there really was no one else like Dean. Laughing about the situation helped reassure yourself that he was just trying to get a reaction out of you.

Before he left you spoke, “ Sure Dean, everyone wants to get their best friend out of their panties”. That was the closest you got at telling him the truth, and you turned around in order to not even see his reaction. If you hadn’t  turned around you would’ve seen Dean struggling, his mind and tongue on two different sides.

You were something else to Dean, hard to understand because he felt so much for you. There were so many levels to you, which meant he felt so many different things for you. Normally when it came to girls Dean felt only one emotion; lust.

When it came to you he felt every emotion known to man, possibly even love. Love was not something Dean Winchester ever felt, and for once he was so unsure of himself. Did you love him back, where you only a friend, could you even love him?

To suppress his feelings he acted like he would towards any other girl; sexually. He’d constantly make sexual comments or jokes, but every time he did it just made things harder for him. When he’d summon up enough courage he’d touch you in small ways, trying to feed his desire in hopes to control it.

It never worked though, things just got harder and harder for him, he didn’t know what to do. Sometimes he swore you felt the same way, but if he didn’t love himself how could someone else? So Dean brushed everything off, to scared to actually act on his feelings.

He stood there nearly paralyzed, he was truly torn. Saved by Sam his brother called for him, “Dean come on, what’s with you lately?”. Dean just angrily ran a hand through his hair, eventually meeting his brother.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding in. Packing the rest of your essentials you got ready to leave, preparing for an awkward car ride with Dean. You just told yourself, “ Just focus on the hunt, it will distract you”.

Before you showed up Sam decided to finally address something that had been bothering him. Dean was packing weapons into the back of the impala, mumbling to himself.

Sam stood behind him with his arms crossed, “Look Dean we don’t have long but we need to talk”. Dean just looked up to Sam, obviously still frustrated. Sam continued, “ I don’t know what’s with you but I know it has something to do with (y/n)”.

Dean snapped up, “Look I don’t want to hear it!”. Sam wasn’t phased, “ Look you need to hear it! Is she your friend or?”. Sam had never seen his brother so worked up over a girl before, and he had to assume it was because he loved her.

Dean threw his hands up, “I don’t even know Sammy, I couldn’t tell ya! If you ask (y/n) we’re friends but..”. Sam intervened, “You want something more”. Dean shook his head starting to laugh.

He was so angry, “Sammy when have I ever been in a situation like this? You understand books and I understand girls…but (y/n) she’s so much more Sammy I mean fuck…I don’t think I’ve ever cared so much! When it comes to her damn straight I want to find out all the things that make her feel so fucking good…but I also want to spend the morning after with her”.

Sam smiled to himself, so Dean was actually in love? Dean continued, “ I want to make pancakes with her at seven am…watch a movie…fuck even cuddle….I, Dean Winchester want all these things..”. Sam laughed knowing the true effect you have on his brother.

He finally answered Dean, “ So why don’t you tell her?”. Dean started to shake his head again, “ Because what if she doesn’t feel the same way Sammy? She called me her best friend about five mintues ago…I don’t want to lose her completely”.

Sam wanted to punch Dean in the face for being so damn oblivious. He placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder, “Dean I know she feels the same, I can see the look she gets in her eyes when you enter a room…she lights up”.

Before Sam could continue you walked into the garage, and they were forced to stop the conversation all together. You smiled, “Am I interrupting something?”. They both looked to each other before simultaneously saying, “No” which made you believe you were interrupting something.

You were eager to just get on with things so you pushed down your doubts and got into the impala. The boys followed suit, and the impala was full. While adjusting the rearview mirror Dean gave you a weird look, but when he found you looking back he tried to play it off with a wink.

Brushing it off you asked Sam, “ So how long until we get there…and how exactly are we even going to deal with this?”. The sooner you focused again on the case the sooner you feelings for Dean would become temporarily gone.

Sam turned his head to face you, “ The plan is to go to the sex shop and take the witch out if we can, it shouldn’t be that hard”. You grinned, “ That’s what she said” your grin faded when Dean said the exact same words at the same time as you.

It was yet another reminder that the two of you could be on the same page for certain things, but on more important topics be complete opposites. Sam rolled his eyes, “I guess I set myself up for that one”.

Dean grinned, “ Get ready Sammy the innuendos will be coming just as much as you when someone mentions Star Wars”. You couldn’t help but laugh at that one, and neither could Dean. He looked at you again through the rearview mirror, but his gaze lasted a little too long.

Sam helped break the tension, “Before (y/n) can add to this I’m turning on the radio, just pick a station Dean”.  Just like that Dean picked a station, eager to distract from the tension as well. Time passed quickly as music filled the void, but you’d still feel Dean’s gaze.

Before you knew it you were there, Leawood Kansas aka classic suburbia. The store you were looking for was, “Maledictio cordis” which was in the middle of town. You guessed even classic suburbia didn’t feel the need to hide their horniness.

Sam’s knowledge of latin allowed him to realize it translated to, “ The curse of desire”. That would teach snooty rich people the importance of intellectual growth over financial growth.  It didn’t take long for you guys to find the shop, the only problem was that you hadn’t thought of a cover.

It was a little too late because the three of you had already entered the shop. The woman behind the desk lit up at the sight of all three of you, “And what do we have here, a menage a trois?”. The boys went to laugh but you realized it was the perfect cover.

You placed a stray strand of  hair behind your ear, “ That obvious huh…I guess you can probably see the naivety radiating off of us”. Looking to both brothers you begged them to play along, despite how awkward it felt.

The woman came around to greet you, “Don’t even worry sweetie, everyone starts somewhere! What exactly were you looking for?”. You hadn’t thought quite that far ahead and you found yourself struggling to answer.

Dean luckily saved you, “Well it’s a bit taboo..” you looked to Sam sharing the same look of concern. The woman didn’t hesitate, “I think I’ll have just the thing for you, always the innocent ones huh”.

The woman winked at you, with a “knowing look”. You wanted to laugh but now that the woman’s back was turned Dean was able to communicate more successfully as he mouthed, “Go with it”.

Taking his advice you smiled at the woman, “ Well what exactly did you have in mind?”. To be honest you didn’t want to know the answer. There was enough sexual tension between you and Dean, but now you were in an imaginative relationship about to pick out a sex toy…with Sammy.

She smiled even wider, “ I’m going to let that be a surprise deary, I’m going to take your partner here into the back room and we’ll pick out something you will all enjoy”. You wanted to die right then and there, this was way too awkward.

You opened your mouth to say something but she cut you off, “I can only imagine the whole dynamic of your relationship…” before continuing she looked to Dean and then back at you, “It isn’t naivety that radiates off of you both but rather passion…you can see in your eyes”.

Sam laughed, “I always say the same thing about them…it’s a real dynamic alright”. Your face turned beat red, unsure of how to play this one off. The woman loved it all, “Why don’t I take both men to pick out something to surprise you, in the meantime browse around the shop”.

She began to lead Sam and Dean but then turned back around, “I almost forgot, you both should try out my new perfume, it helps ignite desire”. Before you could object she pulled a small bottle from her pocket, spraying both you and Dean.

From the second you inhaled it you’d known it was a mistake. Sam immediately drew his gun, “ What did you spray on them!?”. Dean had fallen to the floor, and you suddenly felt extremely sleepy yourself.

Unable to keep your eyes open you couldn’t truly process the situation unfolding. All you heard was, “ The cure will make…….it won’t be hard…..they just have to finally….” and then boom you were out cold.

Sam ended up shooting the witch and lighting her on fire. She hadn’t told him about the true cure and swore she never would, so what was the point? Worse came to worse he’d call Rowena and she’d tell him the truth.

Sam managed to get you both into the back of the impala, both still out cold. He knew Dean hated when anyone else drove baby, but drastic times called for drastic measures, and besides he wasn’t exactly in a position to object.  

Before you knew it you felt your body begin to slowly vibrate, and your ears heard a soft hum. Opening your eyes you realized you were in the back of the impala, your head on Dean’s lap. The roar of the engine had woken you up. You shot right up finding out the hard way that was a mistake, “Fuck my head…what happened”.

Dean pushed you back towards his lap, urging you to rest again, “That son of a witch was what happened…she sprayed us with something and then lights out for the both of us”. Sam filled you in on what had happened, and also that he wasn’t quite sure what was going to actually happen to you both.

The entire time Sam was talking all you could think about was how close your body was to Deans, and it felt completely different this time. It felt like each nerve in your body was suddenly awake, and you hadn’t even known they’d been asleep.

Shifting you decided to press your body against the cold impala door, hoping to clear your mind. You were pulled from your thoughts when Dean asked, “Sammy could you turn up the ac, it’s hot as hell in here and we’d both know”.

Sam looked confused, “Dean are you okay it’s 52 degrees out..”. You backed Dean, “No Sammy it’s actually really hot in here, maybe just roll down a window?”. Sam only became more concerned and decided to pull over.

Dean was annoyed, “ Come on Sammy you can’t handle the fact that we’re both hot…why is it such a sin to roll down a damn window!”. He finished the sentence by holding his head, obviously in pain.

Sam pulled out his phone, “ The problem is that you both should be freezing but you’re burning up AND some witch sprayed you with something! We’re gonna get a motel and I’m going to call Rowena”.

You laughed, “Come on Sam it can’t be that serious…maybe we just need to sleep this one off?”. The more you spoke the more you realized you were wrong, your body started to ache all over.

Sam held up a finger warningly, “ I’m not listening to either of you, you’re both too damn stubborn and I’m the one driving here!”. You were waiting for Dean’s response but he was hunched over in pain.

You rubbed his leg trying to ease the pain, but instead it caused him to moan. His eyes went wide, “ I uh…I don’t know what that was…Sammy call the damn witch”. You stood there unsure of what to do, your mere touch had got Dean to moan.

Sam turned back around, “ I’m taking this next exit and we’re staying at the first motel we see”. You and Dean both just nodded, trying to get a handle on things. Your thoughts went to Dean, and the ache throughout your body intensified.

Looking over to him you could tell he was also in pain, but was he thinking about you too? Before you could think any longer Sam pulled into the motel, “ Sweetest Dream” making things even sketchier.

Dean read your mind, “Really Sammy this place?”. Sam pulled in anyways and went to go buy a room, ignoring his brother’s comment. Turning to Dean you took him in again, trying to assess the situation.

When Dean saw you staring he met your gaze and held it, an extremely intense look in his eyes. You tried to dull the moment to stop the heat rushing to your core, “ You don’t look too hot Dean…I think that witch really messed us up”.

Dean licked his lips, “ But you look damn good princess I-”. His sentence was cut off by Sam opening up the car door and shutting the car off. Sam picked up on the fact that he was interrupting something, “ Look incase this thing is contagious I got a separate room for the both of you…I guess you can continue talking in there”.

Trying to hide your desire you got out of the car, “ Have you called Rowena yet?”. Sam nodded his head and helped you and Dean unpack into your shared room. After he placed your bags down he added, “Rowena said she’d be here any second, she’s coming with Cas”.

Dean came and sat down next to you, nearly on top of you. It felt like a magnet was pulling you both together and it took everything in you to not rip his clothes off right then and there. Again Dean rested his hand on your knee, tracing light circles with his thumb.

When you noticed what he was doing you moaned out loud, it felt like Dean was very well rubbing your clit, not your knee. Immediately you looked up at him, “I’m sorry…it just feels so good”.

Dean bit his lip and moved his hand higher up your leg, his touch getting more and more intense. Sam got up and moved towards you both, “ Woah guys… I’m right here….I think that witch really did mess you up”.

With a puff of air Rowena and Castiel where now in the room. Rowena walked over to you both, “ I’ll be the judge of that deary”. It was hard but you snapped out of the trance Dean was putting you in, turning to Rowena.

She looked you both over like a doctor would do; felt your forehead, took your pulse, checked your pupils. Once she was done she rested a hand on her hip, “ Well it’s a simple cure but”…why was there always a but? She continued, “ To cure it they need to sleep together”.

You blushed, “ We what….?”. She smiled, “ Oh honey don’t play dumb the spell only works when the two people sprayed are in love. It’s simple really; you can either sleep together and become cured or let your desire eat you alive”.

Looking to Dean he didn’t seem as hesitant, he wasn’t shocked or beat red like you. Sam crossed his arms against his chest, “ I guess the only thing is to leave you both alone?”. All your nerves came back, of course you wanted Dean but you were afraid he only wanted you because of the spell.

Rowena agreed, “ Sure thing Sam, it’s really all up to them”. Castiel finally added something, “ I wish you both the best of luck with this battle”. Once again the true meaning of a situation flew over his head.

Sam put a hand on his shoulder, “ Sure thing Cas, let’s just go”. With that they all left the room, and you and Dean were alone. You were torn, part of you wanted Dean so badly but the other part was to scared.

Dean put his hand on your upper thigh again, hoping to incite the same pleasure he had before. You got up from the bed, “ Dean I can’t do this….I want to so badly…but not like this”. Your mind was going crazy, but so was your body.

Dean raised an eyebrow, “ What do you mean (y/n)…like this?”. You were trying to process so much emotionally and physically that you couldn’t hide your first thought, “ I don’t want you to sleep with me because some spell Dean…I want it to be real”.

He almost looked hurt, “ This is real (y/n) I want this….I want you”. Still you weren’t convinced, what if it was just the spell talking? You shook your head, “ No Dean, right now your body wants this but tomorrow when you wake up next to me your brain won’t want it..not even for a second”.

Dean got up from where he’d been sitting, “ Didn’t you hear what Rowena said? We have to be in love for this to work…and I didn’t need this spell to let me know how I feel about you princess. I’ve loved you before this but now that I know you feel the same way I’m not scared to lose you”.

Your jaw dropped Dean confessing your love to you was something you’d never thought you’d hear. He took your hands in his, “ I hid what I’d felt because I didn’t think you’d ever feel the same way…didn’t think I deserved you…but what Rowena said reassured me”.

Instinctively you moved your hands to his chest, “ Dean I love you two I never thought you’d feel the same way”. You sentence trailed off when you realized you were actually touching him, again your core aching.

Deans hands moved to your hips, “ You’re so beautiful princess”. He was barely touching you but it was intoxicating, and you needed more. You started to push him back until he fell on the bed, taking you with him.

Straddling him you grinned, “ You don’t look so bad yourself Dean”. Again his hands found your hips, pushing you closer to his body. Resting one hand on his chest you finally leaned down to kiss him.

When your lips touched it felt like you entire body was on fire, and his whiskey flavored lips lit the match. As the kiss went on his hands roamed all over your body, as if he was trying to remember even the smallest details of your body.

You clothes were soon discarded but when Dean noticed you were left in just your bra and panty set he stopped completely. For a moment he didn’t say a word, truly taking you in. Dean then licked his lips, “ you’re even more beautiful than I ever thought possible”.

You bit your lip, his full attention too much for you. He placed a hand on your cheek, “You really are (y/n)”. Hearing him say your name like that drove you crazy, you wanted him so badly.

To let him know how you felt you kissed him again, knowing it would reassure him. As the kiss went on you felt Dean’s member press against you, and that alone made you moan his name.

When he heard you he bucked his hips towards you, needing you just as badly. He nearly begged into your ear, “ Say it again”. This side of Dean was something you only dreamed about, and having it be your reality made you soaking wet.

Before you could answer Dean slide your panties to the side and brushed your clit. It sent shivers down your spin, “ Dean please”. If your eyes weren’t closed you would’ve seen Dean grinning like a madman.

So many nights Dean had laid awake thinking about you in positions like this, coming undone right before him. He massaged your clit, “ That’s it princess, please what?”. If you weren’t so needy you would’ve cursed him for being so smug.

You looked down to him, “ Dean I need you to fuck me…please Dean”. Dean took off his own shorts, and completely took off your underwear. Slowly he undid your bra, and marveled at the sight of you completely naked.

He brought your body closer to his and sucked on your breast, swirling his tongue around your nipple. It was a small area but the pleasure radiated throughout your entire body. With his other hand he massaged your clit again.

You were already getting close, “ Fuck me Dean…I need you”. He flicked his tongue over your nipple before bringing his mouth back up to yours. Dean passionately kissed you again, “Fuck you sound so good begging for me”.

You felt Dean pressing against your entrance, his eyes looking for any doubt in yours. You cupped his cheek, “ Dean I’m sure I love you so much”. His eyes lit up, “ I love you two (y/n)”. With that you felt him slowly enter inside of you, your walls stretching against him.

Adjusting to his size you slowly rocked your hips back and forth. With his hands on your hips Dean guided you, helping you pick up the pace. You both kept moaning, you’d both never felt something this intense before.

As you went faster Dean massaged your clit again, “ Shit (y/n) you feel so good”. Dean took his finger that had been rubbing your clit and licked it, groaning at the taste. Your jaw dropped and the only response you had was to moan.

You started to pick up the pace, needing more of him. You bounced up and down on Dean’s dick and he hit your g-spot each time. The sensation of him pulling out and entering you fully all too much.

His thrusts started getting sloppier, “ Fuck I’m so close”. You felt like your orgasm could hit at any second, “ Me two Dean”. Dean started giving his all into every thrust, and you did the same.

You moved your hips in a circular motion around him, becoming sloppier yourself. Dean massaged your clit even faster getting you closer and closer. He was grunting and cursing, “ Cum for me (y/n)…fuck..cum for me princess”.

His words turned you on even more, pushing you over the edge. When your orgasm hit your body was no longer on fire, but rather waves of pleasure washed of you. Wave after wave rippled through your entire body and your only response was to call out his name.

Dean did the same, and you felt him twitch inside you. As he was cumming all he did was moan your name. All he could process was you and the pleasure you were giving him. His orgasm shook through him.

When it was over you both were left panting, looking into eachothers eyes. Dean pulled out but you still straddled him. Sheepishly you asked, “ Well we’re cured..still love me?”. He laughed and moved to his side, pulling you with him again. Dean dragged down your bottom lip with his thumb, “ Always have, always will”.  

things i learned my freshman year of college

1. don’t worry so much about what other people are spending their time doing.

2. social media is a lie. it’s all fake. it might seem like your friends at other schools are having the time of their lives, but it’s so easy to pretend to be happy online when in reality you are downright miserable. so just because someone’s instagram is prettier than yours, doesn’t mean their life is any happier or better.

3. it’s absolutely okay to sit by yourself at the dining hall and have a meal alone. no one will judge you for it. no one will point at you and whisper, “there’s the girl that eats alone all the time.” i promise you that no one is looking that closely at you. the only reason they would notice is if you make it seem like you’re miserable. so go ahead, order a hamburger and a huge plate of fries, pick up a good book, and eat by yourself. i promise that no one will give a fuck.

4. if you want to sit at home and watch netflix while eating chicken tenders in bed on a friday night, then do it. don’t feel obligated to go out and have a great time if you know that you would be happier just sitting at home. for a long time, i used to think that if i wasn’t going out with friends or studying, i was wasting my time. but that is so not true. you need your alone time, especially when you’re in college, so don’t be afraid to do the things that really make you happy – not just the things that you think will make you happy.

5. grades are important, so don’t slack off. it might seem like you’re doing more work than everyone else, but if other people are getting good grades, i promise that they’re doing just as much work as you are (no matter how many times they say “i only studied for like an hour the night before the test and i got an A!”). you’re not paying a fortune just to party and hang out with friends, so make sure you’re learning and keeping up with your schoolwork.

6. by the end of the year, you will have completely lost touch with many of your high school friends who you promised you would never stop talking to. and that’s okay.

7. make use of the library. it’s there for a reason. find a good study spot where no one can bother you, and whenever you get there, put your phone away and actually get shit done. leave the procrastinating for your dorm room.

8. frat parties are overrated. clubbing is overrated. if you go, make sure you’re with someone you trust. but if you know that you’ll have a better time just hanging out with one or two close friends or curling up in your room with a good book, then do that instead. no matter what the tv shows tell you, you won’t miss out on finding your soulmate just because you don’t go to one party.

9. no one will hold your hand in college. no one is going to tell you “take this, this, and this class” or “study one chapter a night and you’ll be good for the test.” you have to figure that shit out for yourself. in high school, you might have gotten away with studying for a test the night before, but if you do that in college, you will most likely not get the grade you were hoping for. unless you’re a genius, it’s just impossible. so make sure you start studying way before you think you need to.

10. do your laundry. take out your trash. make your room look nice. yes, even during finals week. it’ll make you feel like more of a human being.

11. go to your professors’ office hours. i’ve found that most of the time, the professors are sitting in their office, just waiting for students to come see them during office hours. so if you’re struggling, go talk to them. and don’t wait around until the week before the final. the professor will be much more willing to help you out if you go see them near the beginning of the semester. never, ever, ever be ashamed to ask for help. each time i’ve asked a professor “how can i do better in your class?” they’ve been delighted to talk to me and figure out a plan to help me improve. also, you will most likely need a letter of recommendation from one of your professors at some point in your college career, and you don’t want to have to be that person sending an email to that professor you had three years ago that starts with “i’m sure you don’t remember me, but…” – how do you make a professor remember you? go to office hours!

12. sure, drinking might be fun and it might make you seem cool. it might make it easier for you to be in social situations. but when you are entirely incapable of having fun while sober, that’s when you know you have a problem. that whole “you’re not an alcoholic until after college” saying is bullshit. it’s fine to have drinking be a part of your social life. just make sure it doesn’t become your ENTIRE social life. also, if a party gets too loud and rowdy, do yourself a favor and get out of there before campus police shows up. it’s not worth the stress to have that be on your record.

13. the great thing about college is that you can pick your friends (unlike in high school when you kind of were forced to be friends with the people in your classes), so please choose wisely. be friends with people who do cool things and support you while you do cool things. if someone makes you feel shitty, don’t hang out with them. just straight up tell them that you don’t want to spend time with them anymore, too. life is too short to be friends with people you hate.

14. take lots of pictures – but not just for social media. for yourself, too. so that you can look back on these moments ten or twenty years from now and see how much you’ve learned, grown, and changed.

15. there were douchey people in high school and, unfortunately, there will be douchey people in college, too. but anyone who still tries to be “popular” in college is just setting themselves up for disappointment and embarrassment. so just ignore them. eventually, they will grow up and realize the error of their ways. but until then, stay as far away from them as possible and just do your own thing. “leave lame people to keep doing the lame shit that they do.“

16. i know you’re busy, but don’t forget to call your mom, dad, brother, sister, grandma, grandpa – whatever. if there’s someone back home who cares about you, call them. and more often then you think you need to. because i can promise you that they’re probably worried sick about you.

17. be confident. if you’re not confident, then fake confidence until it becomes real. you are glorious. you are wonderful. once you’re no longer afraid to show your true self to others, you’ll give others the confidence to reveal their true selves, as well. so what if you’re a little chubby? so what if you still have acne? so what if you don’t have clothes that are as nice as everyone else? you’re still a force of nature, and people should be dying to want to hang out with someone as awesome as you.

18. get involved in things. new things. never danced before but always wanted to? try out for the dance team. always wanted to sing but never had the guts before? try out for an acapella group. nothing is holding you back.

19. the whole “no one knows me here, i can be whoever i want to be” is true, but only to a certain extent. you can change yourself in college, but you probably won’t be able to change who you are fundamentally. you are still the silly, goofy, crazy you that you were in high school. so even though you might tell yourself that you want to be friendlier, cooler, prettier, smarter – whatever – don’t lose sight of who you really are, because i can promise you that people will see past your facade. and the more honest you are to people, the more likely they will be to open up to you.

20. be a nice person. hold the door open for people. smile at everyone you make eye contact with. talk to the person you sit next to in class, even if it is a 100+ person lecture. college is hard, and it can be very easy to feel lonely and lost. so just be nice to people. you never know whose day you’ll make. plus, it has its perks.

bones | 05 ✓

• pairing: jung hoseok x reader // min yoongi x reader, college! hoseok, college! yoongi
• genre/warnings: angst, fluff
• words: 9,245
→ summary: you were broken from a past relationship, and Hoseok wanted to fix you, but what price was he willing to pay? Would he end up worse off, or would you realise in time, that your best friend was the one…?
• note. inspired by this song here.

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a/n: it’s finally the end, sobsss.  

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Fragility {Part 3/3}

Originally posted by sugutie

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, ???? x Reader

Genre: Photographer Yoongi AU, angst

Warnings: Minor character death

“I used to think I could never lose someone if I photographed them enough. In fact, my photographs show me how much I’ve lost.” - Nan Goldin

(Author’s Note- This is unedited so forgive any mistakes I may have made. Thank you :)

Part 1  | Part 2


You woke up in an unfamiliar bed, the bed sheets far too pristine and the frame far too grand for it to be your own.  The rising sun poured in from the large window and invaded your eyes, immediately causing you to blink rapidly until your pupils finally adjusted to the overwhelming brightness. In your sleepy haze you propped yourself up with the large pillow stared dreamily at the blue sky outside.

Even the sky in New York seemed alien and different to the one you were so used to seeing back home. Perhaps it was the hue of blue that was slightly more saturated or the clouds that appeared to be just a little whisper, whatever it was, you weren’t sure if you liked it.  No one liked change you supposed, even if it was only temporary. You couldn’t deny that you were starting to feel homesick. You hated feeling like an outsider and you longed for the familiar winding streets of your home city, the ones you could navigate with ease. Here you felt like a lost lamb, every step and every turn only brought you more confusion.

You looked over to the other side on the bed but saw that it was unoccupied, the side he’d slept on had even been made back up, the white linen sheets perfect and creaseless.

With a short sigh you dropped your head back down onto the mattress and longed for the feeling of his arms woven around your body. Yet when you’d given up all hope of your longing being fulfilled you heard the sound of the bathroom door swinging open and light footsteps making their way across the large hotel room. You smiled without even looking up.

“I was starting to think you’d never wake up, you’ve been sound asleep since about eleven last night,” the voice was calm, every syllable it spoke soothed you and you let out another sigh, this time one of contentment.

“Travelling is tiring,” you said softly, voice still laced with a drowsy quality as the final effects of sleep hadn’t worn off yet.

You heard him kneel down so that he was at eye level with the bed, his hand crept across the mattress until it found it’s way to your own hand. Finally, you turned to your side to face him.

Jimin was made of soft black hair and warm brown eyes, the kind of eyes that sparkled with a certain youthfulness, there was no bitterness in them, only love and gentleness. His smile was like the sun on a hot summer’s day, and yet you often felt you weren’t worthy of that pleasant warmth. Though you tried not to let those sorts of thoughts bother you anymore, they still nagged at you, demanding to be paid attention to.

He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, the outfit was simple and modest yet he still managed to take your breath away, you couldn’t stop your eyes from scanning over every inch of his body.

“Do you have any plans for today?” he asked quietly, you. You paused to consider your answer for a few moments. You had bought a few travel guides in an attempt to be organised but typically, you’d left them at home.

“I think I’ll just wander around and see where I end up,” you concluded out loud. He bit his lip a little anxiously but eventually nodded.

“Just be careful okay? With your sense of direction, God knows where you could end up,” he teased, you laughed gently and shuffled so that you were closer to him, the duvet wrapping itself even more tightly around your body.

“Do you have to go?” you dared to ask after a few moments, breaking the period of blissful silence.

He squeezed your hand gently and smiled sorrowfully, “You know I have to, if I had it my way I wouldn’t have to work and I’d spend all my time with you but- it just didn’t work out like that. I’m sorry.”

A beam of sunlight illuminated his skin, it’s radiance now so dazzling you swore he was almost iridescent, he sparkled with the brilliance of every colour under the sun. Perhaps that was what often made you so anxious, he didn’t feel like reality sometimes. One day you might just blink and he will have vanished, you feared that soon he would see you for who you really are, he might see through the cracks of your happy facade. He’d leave if he had any sense. And just like that, he’d be gone. Just like that, the dream would be shattered.

“It’s not your fault,” you reassured him, he leaned down and pressed a light, airy kiss against the skin of your cheek, one that made you blush in a ridiculously childish way. You weren’t used to the way he treated you, there was no way to describe it other than he was just so nice to you. It scared you when people were nice to you, because one day you knew they’d stop. They always did.

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ratcity  asked:

prompt: an Angel falls to earth and they land in bumfuck America and the first place they go is a diner, bloodstained and singed, to have a shitty cup of coffee

five conversations between a waitress named maria and an angel, recently fallen

1. Maria hadn’t said anything when the woman came in, blood in her teeth and a purpling bruise on her cheekbone. She’d been dressed too warmly for the mild spring, a puffy overcoat that hid her arms, her whole body, all the way down to her knees. But Maria hadn’t said anything, not when the woman ducked into the diner’s bathroom, coming back with everything washed away but the dirt under her nails, not when when she wanted the table by the window, and a cup of coffee, just coffee. (Cream and sugar? Maria had asked, but the question seemed to confuse her.) Maria hadn’t said a word as the woman sat there, coffee untouched for hours, until it was almost closing.

She was still staring fixedly out the dark window, as though the coming and going of the truckers at the gas station next door were some code in need of deciphering.

Maria cleared her throat, making the woman startle. “We’re about to close the kitchen, did you want a fresh cup?”

“A fresh–oh. No, I don’t–don’t like the way it tastes.”

“Did you want to order something else?”

“No, no, it’s just–people are always ordering coffee. I thought it must taste…not like this.”

Maria was startled into laughing, and was gratified to see a tentative smile cross the strange woman’s face. “That might just be Jenny’s day-old roast. You probably ought to try Starbucks or something before handing down the final verdict,” Maria told her, smiling.

The woman had kind eyes. “I will.”

Maria looked at her for a second, then set the coffee pot down on the table. She slid into the booth across from her, and folded her hands together. “Look, it’s none of my business, but–if you’re in some trouble, I got a friend who works in Family Services, I’d be happy to call her for you.”

There was a flash of panic across the stranger’s face. “No, I–I don’t have any family,” she said carefully, looking at some point over Maria’s shoulder.

“Whoever gave you those bruises–”

“I fell.”

Maria’s heart ached. “Look…”

The woman frowned, her dark eyes searching Maria’s face as though trying to read the thoughts behind it. “No, I really did fall,” she insisted.

“Okay. Okay, just–I’m putting it out there. You should know there are options, you don’t have to stay.  Look,  I’ve got to get the dishwasher running, so…don’t go anywhere, okay? I’ll walk out with you.”

When Maria came back to the table, the untouched coffee was still there. Underneath was a twenty dollar bill, the edges very slightly singed.

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Bangtan Spells Compilations: Dates.

Hi lovelies, how are you all doing? Coming back with the compilations we brought you a compilation in which you go on a date with one of the boys. Surprisingly there aren’t as many scenarios in dates as we thought there would be, but still, it was fun doing this. We hope you enjoy.


Seokjin

  • Game On: After knowing each other in an online game, you guys decide to take things out of the virtual and have a date in the real world to see how it goes. Genre: Fluff.
  • Rain Drops: You go to a concert together and rain starts to pour when you’re going out after it, resulting in both of you being soaked and in love. Genre: Fluff.
  • Like A Satellite: You wanted to go on a date but had ran out of ideas, so using a bit of spontaneity, you ended having an amazing romantic date with lots of love included. Genre: Fluff / Romance.
  • Follow Me Down: Seokjin takes you on a date to a Ski Resort to try snowboarding and skiing with you, things don’t really go as good and smooth as you’d hoped them to. Genre: Fluff / Comedy.

Yoongi

  • Cherry On Top: After convincing you to go out with someone else, Yoongi regrets not being him the one with you so when you come back from your date, he confesses to you. Genre: Fluff / Romance.
  • One Lucky Girl: Yoongi was picked in a poll for one lucky fan to have a date with him, the rest of the BTS members put their all to make that lucky girl be you. Genre: Fluff / Romance.
  • How Great is Your Love: You plan a special anniversary celebration for you to enjoy yourselves in a mini vacations trip. Genre: Romance.

Hoseok

  • Rush: Your boyfriend takes you on a little adventure in the middle of the night. Genre: Fluff / Romance.
  • Take My Hand: Hoseok went to the amusement park only for the parades, you end dragging him to the scariest roller coaster he’d seen but hold his hand all the way through. Genre: Fluff.
  • Sweet Evening: Despite you fighting the day before, your boyfriend takes you on a sweet date for your anniversary that could hopefully fix things between you. Genre: Romance.
  • The Magic Of Us: You have a date at Disneyland that felt as magical and fun as Magic Kingdom was. Genre: Fluff.

Namjoon

  • Chilly Tease: You planned a dinner date for Namjoon but it was pouring rain and he was freezing cold when he finally arrived, so your boyfriend decided to warm himself up with you. Genre: Fluff.
  • Shine For Me: Your boyfriend takes you on a date where you watch the stars together and he gives you your first kiss. Genre: Fluff.
  • Couples Do Kiss: You were filming a family show with Namjoon and have a date to teach your kids how to swim, Namjoon ends up having a crush on you. Genre: Fluff.
  • Couple Shopping: Nothing feels greater than having your boyfriend accompany you shopping to give you some style advice and saying how good you look all the way through. Genre: Fluff.

Jimin

  • Go For It: You’re head over heels for Jimin and your friend Yoongi tries to help you finally tell him what you feel after tricking Jimin into a coffee date. Genre: Fluff / Friendship.
  • Date Me?: Cutie Jimin decides to forget his shyness and gathers enough courage to ask you out on  a date at the park. Genre: Fluff.
  • Make a Move: Jimin finds you dancing to “Dope” and can’t help to ask you out on an amusement park date, with some push from his friends. Genre: Fluff.
  • Highway Lines: You’re a youtuber and decided to film the impromptu date with your boyfriend Jimin for a really special blog. Genre: Fluff / Romance.
  • Mornings With You: You are in a trip to your home town so you take Jimin in a morning date to your favorite coffee shop. Genre: Fluff.


Taehyung

  • Starlight: Taehyung and you are really good friends, you think you can be more than that but he suddenly disappears to then comeback to help you achieve a summer bucket list and in the process you find out the reason of his absence. Genre: Angst / Fluff.
  • Look Here: You go roller skating and the rest of BTS tags along against Taehyung’s wish, at the ends he finds the way to have you all to himself in the skating area to confess his feelings. Genre: Fluff / Friendship.
  • Take a Ride?: You go to an amusement park together to celebrate your fifth month together, thing is, you’re incredibly terrified of roller coasters.
  • Fluttering Heart: Taehyung takes you to a picnic at the park where he finally ask you to be his girlfriend in an original way. Genre: Fluff.
  • Under The Stars: With just a blanket, a plain roof and Taehyung by your side, you had the perfect time under the starry night sky. Genre: Fluff / Romance.
  • Changing Colors: Taehyung and you are best friends, but he wants more so he takes you to a pumpkin patch for the perfect fun fall date. Genre: Fluff / Romance.
  • Strawberry Kiss: It’s Valentine’s Day and the perfect time for a date that ends with Taehyung preparing special cocktails for you. Genre: Romance.
  • Bright Up My Sky: You have a really bad day at school so your boyfriend Tae is there to brighten up your day with support and a cute date. Genre: Fluff / Drama.
  • Seal It With a Kiss: Taehyung is desperate to tell you his feelings, and after some fail tries thanks to his friends, he decides to trust his own idea and take you on the date he’d planned o finally confess. Genre: Fluff / Romance.

Jungkook

  • Happy Together: It’s your anniversary, so after leaving your son to the care of Jungkook’s friends, you go on a romantic dinner date to celebrate your marriage. Genre: Romance.
  • Along For The Ride: You go on a road trip date and stop on a beach to have some fun time together that ends up with Jungkook serenading you. Genre: Fluff.