guys watch this it will make your day

Snow days with Jughead would include: 

  • waking up and looking outside to see the snow, then proceeding to cuddle into his side for the day
  • staying in bed all day
  • cuddling all his cuteness
  • you guys would watch re-runs of your favourite shows
  • him getting up to get you food/drink whenever you wanted it
  • a million blankets on the bed to make it even more cuddly
  • eating dinosaur chicken nuggets 
  • lots of eskimo kisses 
  • falling asleep at random times and waking up an entagled mess of limbs
  • looking outside to see the snow has stopped so you jump out of bed and go have a snowball fight
  • when you get outside you realize you forgot your hat so Juggie gives you his beanie to keep your head warm omg how sweet where do i buy a boy like this
  • “wouldn’t want my girl to be cold, now would I?”
Little Things that help in long distance relationships

- setting boundaries
- making sure your partner is feeling okay multiple times a day (bc you can’t always see if they’re happy or sad)
- honesty 24/7 365
- always tell them how you feel. They can’t fix it if they don’t know you’re upset or uncomfy.
- presents (for Christmas and birthdays if you can. Some people are in the closet and valentine’s day gifts are too shady.)
- skyping
- phone calls
- texting daily
- talking out your fights and not storming off
- no cheating (but like my dudes that’s a given in every relationship)
- movie dates where you skype and watch the same movie
- picking a tv show you two watch at the same time and text about
- respecting boundaries (every relationship tho guys cmon.)
- making each other a Playlist
- giving each other a tag
- posting about each other
- sending them something of yours like a shirt or a stuffed animal
- telling them how you wanna cuddle them
- and kiss them
- planning out how you two will meet or what you would do when you two are living together
- send them a post and just simply say “this reminded me of you.”
- maybe tell them that you talk to your friends about them. (It’s always super nice to hear your partner brags about you.)
- reminding them that you love them and only them
- sending them random cheesy paragraphs


Since Jack’s birthday is February 7th I thought we could do a thing as a community called Jacksepticeye Boss Week.
This is going to be a week long event and I want as many people involved as possible!
The event will start February 1st and go everyday until February 7th. Each day will have a topic for you guys to create upon and I will make every effort I can to make sure Jack sees them.
The topics I had in mind are:
Day 1 Feb 1st) The first video you watched of Jack’s
Day 2 Feb 2nd) Your favorite series of Jack’s
Day 3 Feb 3rd) Your favorite slogan, catchphrase or quote of Jack’s
Day 4 Feb 4th) Your favorite thing about Jack himself
Day 5 Feb 5th) How has Jack helped you/ what has he done for you
Day 6 Feb 6th) Show off old creations that Jack may not have seen
Day 7th) A happy birthday post

Keep in mind that while I would like to stay in the frame of these topics I am open to suggestions for better ones.

You can post anything in those topics on the topic day or if you feel you cannot, please send me the post with the day labeled and I will post post it for you and give you full credit.
I’m giving you all a month which hopefully it’s enough time to think and prep so get those creative gears spinning! Anything includes videos, art, gifs, text posts, photos, and pretty much all forms of media. You can share it on any platform with the #JSEBossWeek when the time comes be sure to tag Jack as well! I am so excited to do this and I will be working on stuff myself. If you have any further questions feel free to message me or send me an ask.
Please help me get the word out to the rest of the community but DO NOT TAG JACK IN THE REBLOG OF THIS POST ANYWHERE! It’s a surprise silly :p! Thank you guys!

His Shirt

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Words:  1273

This is just a fluffy wedding night one shot that I wanted to write. 
Warning: There is mention of le smut, but it’s not really there, there.

A/N: If you want tagged in anything let me know.

          You were laughing as you watched your husband dancing with his buddies at your wedding. You couldn’t believe this day had finally come. You were now married to your best friend. You were the luckiest woman alive.

           Chris looked over and caught your eyes, immediately making his way over to where you were watching him, “Come on, Beautiful,” he held his hand out to you.

           “You’re dancing with the guys,” you said.

           “I want to dance with my wife,” he insisted, pulling you to your feet.

           “I love that,” you smiled as he pulled you into his arms, against his solid chest.

           “That you’re my wife?” he grinned, kissing you.

           You nodded, “I can’t believe today actually happened.”

           “Well, believe it, Baby,” he smiled, twirling the two of you around, “Today is the first day of the rest of our lives.”

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Thomas Sanders — Losing my Motivation {Sentence Starters}

  • “Can I take a stab?”
  • “Who gave him a knife?!”
  • “Oh, I like dramatic twists!”
  • “No, you can’t play with us!”
  • “I’m not always the bad guy.”
  • “That was dark even for ME.”
  • “Avoiding things is my specialty.”
  • “I’m sorry, what is happening here?”
  • “I am a knight, thank you very much!”
  • “How could you do it? I trusted you…”
  • “Feelings… the bane of my existence.”
  • “Can’t be a bad video if you never make one.”
  • “Bleak. But, I appreciate you trying to contribute.”
  • “And, as usual, you were completely unnecessary.”
  • “Well, if it’s not a perfect idea, it’s not good enough!”
  • “Look, I am out there living the fanciful dream, okay?”
  • “HA! I LIKE that nickname and I’m gonna use it, now!”
  • “Did you actually look in a mirror when you put that on?”
  • “Um, rude much? I was just touching up my eyeshadow.”
  • “Shush and make a face of agreement like everyone else.”
  • “I have reason to believe YOU are the cause of our conundrum!”
  • “Whatever comes, you have to allow yourself to make mistakes.”
  • “Yeah, that has put me in some bad last-minute situations, before…”
  • “And, when in doubt, remember everything we do is all pointless, anyway.”
  • “I am the cause of this. But I’m also the solution… to a problem I had caused.”
  • “It was in my cardigan since my character was first introduced, isn’t that something?”
  • “There’s an infinitesimal amount of things in this bizarre, massive universe, brimming with exciting mysteries, and you don’t really know what to talk about?”
  • “Am I in a paradoxal loop where I endlessly generate a problem and try to solve it like a snake devouring its oWN TAIL IN ORDER TO SATIATE ITS HUNGER?”

Mark , or as I like to call my hero. A guy who makes videos on the internet. A guy who does stupid stuff to make people laugh. A guy who saved my life. You have saved people’s lives. A lot of them. You make SO many people happy including me every single day. I try to binge watch every video ever on your channel when I’m not working and it makes me so happy. I love the content you put out on YouTube and twitter and instagram and I love the art you post about because that means a new account to follow and to support. Mark you’ve helped me, I now have so many internet friends because of you. I’ve met at pax east and I drove to see my best friend that lives 3 hours from me. They’ve helped me live everyday like you have and I’m so thankful for that. I’m so thankful for you and Amy and Ethan and Tyler and Kathryn. I appreciate all of the hard work and dedication you guys do all of the time and I’m just so proud of all of you for making it happen. I love you all dearly and I’m so forever greatful. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for saving my life Mark. I will be forever greatful. I love you. -shelby

Making Sure

Pairing: Dean x Reader 

Words: 1,279

A/N: Part five! I really hope you guys like it! I know the plot isn’t too “action-y” but I think the moments I’m writing about are finally ending up on the sweeter side, rather than their arguments. Also, this part is relatively longer than the other ones, so I hope that makes up for it being posted a day late! Let me know if you want a part six! 

Song: Moonlight; Ariana Grande

Part OnePart TwoPart Three - Part Four 

It was only around eight o’clock, but your eyes were falling shut. Dean watched you from the rear-view mirror as you drifted off.

“I knew the whole time, you know.” Sam said quietly, not to wake you.

“Huh?” Dean responded as he turned the wheel.

Sam smiled to himself, that small know-it-all smile, “That you liked her.”

Dean scrunched his nose; he didn’t want to push the topic but curiosity got the best of him.

“How?” He asked.

“Seriously?” Sam looked at his brother, then back at you once more to make sure you were asleep. “Let’s start with that besides you guys fighting nearly every waking moment, you always make her breakfast.”


“You get annoyed when I ask you to pass the bottle of juice.” Sam scoffed and Dean rolled his eyes. “Oh-” Sam began to add, “After every hunt, don’t think I don’t notice you checking her skin.”

“What?” Dean pressed on the gas pedal as the light turned green. Sam jerked forward at the sudden movement.

“You always check her for cuts!” He said louder than he intended, and Dean glanced at your sleeping figure quickly, “Don’t think I don’t notice you staring at her once we get back to the bunker. I mean, at first I thought you were just checking her out. But, then I realized you were looking at her arms more than her ass.” Sam said, remembering every time Dean eyed you from the other side of the room, just to be completely sure that you weren’t hurt.

“I don’t-”

“You do.” Sam said matter-of-factly.

“Whatever.” Dean huffed and finally parked back at the motel.

Sam shook his head at his brothers blatant ignorance to his own feelings. Part of him knew it was just Dean putting up a front, but another worried that he would never break down his walls.

With you being Sam’s best friend, he always worried. But he knew his brother, and his brother cared so deeply for you in a way he hadn’t seen him do in years.

Not knowing that you heard Dean confess to you the night before, he wished to himself that you knew exactly how his brother felt. He shook the thoughts out from his head as he exited the car and walked towards the motel door.

“Oh my god!” Sam heard your raspy voice shout from behind him.

“Dude!” He turned around and exclaimed at Dean, who opened the door without first tapping on the window to wake you up. With your palm pressed to the asphalt, and your head in Dean’s hands, you struggled to get back up and onto your feet.

“Nice catch.” You muttered. Little rocks from the gravel rolled off your skin as you wiped your hand against your pantsuit.

“Yeah, uh, I think this is yours.” He held up a bobby pin that must’ve fell out when he untangled his fingers from your hair.

You plucked it from his fingertips and dropped it into your pocket.

Once back in the room you asked: “Are we calling it an early night?”

In silent agreement, everyone reached for their duffels and began to sort through the mess of clothing for something to sleep in. You peeled off your suit jacket, just a thin black camisole remaining. You glanced towards the window and noticed how beautifully the moonlight poured itself through the glass.

Then, you shoved past your jeans and flannel before landing on the t-shirt you’d been wearing for what seemed like the last month. Come to think of it, all the clothing in the duffle was either worn out or completely covered in blood. “Guys?” You asked the dim room. “Is there a laundromat around here?”

Before answering, Sam furrowed his brows. “Uh… yeah. Around the corner actually.”

“Thanks.” You said quietly and slung your bag over your shoulder. Dean began to say something, but being not used to him giving you anything other than negative attention, you continued out of the door before processing that he even began to speak.

It was colder than you had anticipated; you wrapped your hands around yourself, feeling the wind wisp your hair around your shoulders as you walked.

Around which corner?, you wondered, somewhat surprised at yourself that you hadn’t asked for more detailed directions. Streetlights leaked their orange lights onto the pavement, where you watched your feet step one at a time. Eventually though, you reached the small building with the sign that read ‘Open 24/7’ and began to shove your clothes into the washing machine.

It shook your body as you leaned against it, slowly watching the seconds tick by on the clock.

“What are you doing?” A familiar voice pulled your attention towards the door.

“I should ask you,” You looked Dean up and down, “You’re in a laundromat with no clothes to wash.”

He shrugged, “Why the hell did you just leave like that?”

If that was a tone of anger you heard in his voice, you weren’t in the mood for it.

“Why do you care?” You asked, your mind wandering back to all the times he didn’t seem to give a shit about what you did and when you did it.

It was instinct to retaliate against anything he said.

He stood next to you, leaning with his ass pressed against the dryer. You pressed your chin to your shoulder, noticing the lack of space between your arm and his.

“What’s with the third degree?” He asked, a small smile playing on his face.

You sighed, “Don’t know.”

You turned to check how much time was left while Dean’s eyes trailed up and down your arm. The wound that you earned not forty-eight hours ago from the wendigo was painstakingly fresh. The stitches stuck out at odd angles, and he wondered why Sam hadn’t stitched you up. Questions raced through his mind:

Did you sew up your own skin after crying yourself dry that night?

How long was he sitting on that damn bench for?

What did your face look like, all wet and painted with pain as you pulled through stitch after stitch all by yourself?

“Dean!” You said forcefully, waving a hand in front of his face.

He snapped his head towards you, leaving whatever thoughts were encapsulating his mind.


“I said you could go back if you wanted.”

“Back?” He asked, not even thinking of leaving you.

“To the motel room.” You picked at a paint chip from the metal machine. “There’s still fourteen minutes left. Then the drying process,” You dragged out your sentence, “plus-”

“It’s fine.” He said matter-of-factly.

You tilted your head at him, trying to figure out what in hell’s name he was doing here with you. It was sobering, you slowly realized, having his presence there with nothing to argue about. 

Just him. Just, Dean.

His eyes met yours as you stood together in silence. You swore he was about to say something before his gaze dropped back down to the ground.

Seconds ticked by on the clock, and eventually you dropped your head onto his shoulder. He stiffened under the sudden movement, and you noticed. Nevertheless, you kept your head planted firmly against him. The back of his fingers grazed yours and somehow they ended up entangled.

“Could this work?” His voice was quiet, but strong.

It took you a few seconds to process what he said.

“Will you let it?” You asked, squeezing his hand unintentionally.

You felt his muscles relax underneath your head as he responded, “I’m in love with you.” He said it so simply, as if he was just discussing the weather.

You swallowed.

“That doesn’t answer my question.” You said slowly.

“It will.”


@therealjacksepticeye , @markiplier, and Pewdiepie; this one is for you guys!

You’ve genuinely saved my life, the person I am, and I know for damn sure I would be dead if it wasn’t for you three.

Whenever things are hard, I watch one of your videos. And in my lowest moments, you are the only people who are able to make me laugh. So it was an honour to design and stitch you all, so you can sit pride of place in my house.

Thank you. I love all three of you, and I hope one day I can say this to your faces



-he has to be touching you 24/7, like arm over your shoulders, even holding your hand if he wants to be romantic

-everyone has to know you’re his

-love bites

-(just to make sure they know)

-imagine the marks this guy would leave

-you would distract him so much!

-days where  you seriously do not leave bed

-playful fights

-which would end with him pressing you against the ground and anyone who was watching the fight to see who would win gets super uncomfortable

-standing on your tip toes to kiss him

-he would carry you everywhere and it doesnt even phase him

-he might even forget you’re on his back. like a Dauntless leader talks to him and he gets all stiff and military only to realize you’re still hanging onto his back

-training together (mostly him doing pushups over top of you and getting a kiss for each one)

-he’d be super possessive tbh

-he’d be a jealous type

-a guy is flirting with you, Eric just comes and wraps his arms around you and kisses your neck, or fights the guy, or throws you over his shoulder and just takes you away

-calling him ‘cave man’ because he’s such a guy

-he would not be one to cuddle but that doesnt stop you from wrapping yourself around him or over him

-then once you fall asleep he actually loves it

-he loves running his fingers through your hair

-being his one weakness

-sexy jaw clenches

-tracing his tattoos with your fingers (sometimes making him shiver and he gruffly moves away because it embarrasses him)

-holding hands under the table when you eat in the cafeteria (or just having his arm loosely over the back of your chair) 

-he would glare if anyone was doing anything bad. like a guy who was a douche walks into the caf and Eric just glares at him the entire time

-sneaking kisses in deserted hallways

-actually a super cute secretive relationship because he’s madly in love with you but is shy about it???

-jumping on the bed to wake him up and he just pins you to his side because he needs more sleep. so you tickle him.

-learning the hard way just how dangerous showers can be

-he would totally have the weirdest work out routines. like you’d wake up at 2 in the morning to see him doing sit ups. he looks at you. you look at him. he continues.

-giving him hickies on his neck, saying you’re ‘adding to the aesthetic of the tattoos’

-lying in bed curled against his chest, absentmindedly drawing things on his chest with your finger

-or you on your stomach, no shirt, asleep and he traces stuff on your back, or kisses your back, he likes your back

-you dont have a lot of reasons to cry but when you do, he brushes his thumb across your cheek to wipe away the tears, then holds you to his chest because when you’re in his arms nothing can hurt you

-he loves to listen to you talk and he values your opinion so much, so when (or if?) you side with the divergents, he listens to your side of it and actually starts to agree, because if its the choice of being with your or hurting divergents, he chooses you.

-if you’re divergent? he would love you the same, if not more for trusting him enough to tell him. he would protect you till his last breath

-he’d call you ‘princess’ or ‘babe’ or ‘sweetheart’ maybe even ‘cupcake’ but in a condescending way

-rough rough rough but passion passion passion

-i dunno, i love him


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Not So Lonely

Spending Valentine’s day with the YJ girls that are currently solo. Eating waffles and Valentine’s chocolate you all got together… that is until Jamie apprently wants to talk to you… or so Bart implies when pushing him forward. And that’s the story how you got some extra Valentine’s Day chocolate applause but were also jokingly accused of having ruined “girl’s day” with your charms.



Once again this year you had found yourself without a valentine. Which lead to the girls on the team to plan a sleepover since everyone was single it seemed reasonable to wallow in sadness together.

It started off normal, watching sad romantic movies and eating chocolate. But at some point it had escalated to talking about boys.

“Connor totally checks you out.” Artemis said, M'gann blushed and quickly nodded her head no.

“No he doesn’t.” M'gann retorted, “Please, I saw you guys making out at school.” You argued, M'gann to blush even more and looked at the floor ashamed.

“Oh you’re not innocent Y/N.” Zatanna smirked, your eyes widened.

“We all know Jaime has the hots for you!”

“He does not like me.” You quickly said, trying to calm down your blush by eating.

“Sure, what ever you say.” Artemis and the girls giggled, you quirked your eyebrow up in question. Just as you were about to ask them what was so funny a red and blue blur rushed into the room.

“Hey guys! Jaime has to talk to you.” Bart stopped in front of you with a confused Jaime at his side.

“Wait a second I-” Jaime was caught off as Bart pushed him on top of you. Your eyes widened once more as the girls started hollering and cheering for the both of you.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.” Jaime rubbed his neck nervously as he helped you up.

“It’s fine.. yeah.” You replied lamely, “Um I have a gift for you actually.” Jaime digged into his pant’s pocket, he pulled out a small chocolate box and handed it to you.

“I know it’s nothing big but I hope you like it.” He gave you a small smile, you grinned at him before placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Well we gotta go!” Bart snatched Jaime just as he noticed him mumbling to himself, well more to Scarab.

“So he doesn’t like you?” M'gann poked, you rolled your eyes and held the small box of chocolates close to you. The girls teased you all night but you couldn’t deny the fluttering feeling in your chest.

“You got the makings of greatness in you,……. well, I hope I’m there, catching some of the light coming off you that day.”—–

have you guys seen treasure planet?? yeah this is 100% based off that one scene with jim and john.
also some serious vent art…. like some seeeeeerious vent art my dudes

anonymous asked:

How about some fluff headcanons with the junkers? Preferably separate?

Of course, coming right up! Hope you enjoy :)


This guy is just excitement personified

  • You got a story about your day? He will listen attentively and even add in sound effects that make it sound even cooler
  • You want to make brownies? Well you probably won’t be able to finish because he’ll eat the mixture before you get the chance
  • You want to watch something on TV? Everything will be ten times more exciting with his noises of surprise or fear in your ear

He loves, and I mean loves, cuddles

  • He’ll be the big spoon, cocooning you in his arms and legs almost protectively
  • Or he’ll be the little spoon, tangling his legs with yours with his head resting in the crook of your neck
  • Also, standing cuddles just randomly
  • While your cooking, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms round your waist whilst you feed him a spoonful
  • When at Overwatch parties, will just standing with one arm draped over your shoulders and the other round your waist

After a tough mission, he’s more subdued

  • Will enter the door, smelling whatever you’ve cooked for him
  • (You won’t let him cook, he’s blown up the kitchen twice now)
  • Walks in, exhausted, and just kisses you on the cheek with a smile
  • He flops on the couch, silent and still as he awaits the meal
  • When you eat, you talk through whatever happened that day
  • You comfort him however you can and make stupidly bad jokes until he cracks and starts laughing
  • Then comes the cuddling monster again


He loves to go places with you

  • Anywhere where he gets to show you off by his side
  • One of his favourites, though, is bowling
  • You’re hopeless at it compared to him, his power scaring some of the other players around you
  • But he loves being the best at something
  • You favourite is going ice skating with him
  • His pout when he continually falls over making tears stream down your face with pent up laughter
  • He secretly enjoys it, anything that you enjoy that much cannot be a bad thing

When you stay in, he always finds something fun to do

  • You have regular pillow fort building competitions
  • Roadhog always winning because he can build it much taller
  • But then you have a marshmallow gun shoot out using them
  • And you always win because he cannot hide himself fully in the fort
  • Every competition ends in you both lying on your backs on the floor, creased up with laughter

You’re both quite comfortable in each other’s silence

  • You lying face up on his belly reading 
  • He’s either just playing with your hair
  • Or tracing lazy circles on your arms, thinking about his next mission
  • You can spend hours like that, no words spoken
  • At this point, they aren’t really needed



anon requests:

Can you do an imagine where Cameron kisses you and is really touchy/clingy with you all the time and the guys tease him about it but you love it and think it’s cute? Thank you ilysm 💕💖

Hey love, Wondering if it was possible for you to write an imagine where you and Cameron have a heavy make out session where you give each other hickies, grind etc?

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The setting sun cast a golden glow across your eyes as the end of the day drew near. You sat on the edge of the pool, swishing your toes into the cool water as you watched Cameron mess around with the guys. He’d invited a bunch of them over;  the Jack’s, Nash, and Aaron. The guys were tangled in the grass in a wrestling match that you couldn’t help but laugh at, and as they rolled through the greenery, you saw Cam’s head poke up to look at you. His big goofy grin spread across his face as he cheesed at you happily from across the garden, so you reciprocated the gesture. You heard him say something, and then untangle himself from the boys to come jog over to your side. He plopped down on the warm stone beside you, and dipped his own feet into the water.

“Hey gorgeous,” he said happily.

“Hey Cam,” you grinned, “having fun?”

“Mm,” he shrugged, “I think it’s more fun when I’m with you.”

He kicked his foot up, sending water droplets all over your legs, and looking pleased about it, too.

“Cameron!” you pouted and gave him a shove whilst you scooted away from him.

“Sorry, but I couldn’t miss the opportunity,” he chortled.”Now come back here, I wanna hold you.”

You raised your head and threw him a glare, trying not to break your angry facade.

“I know you can’t stay angry at me,” he teased.

Your face melted into a smile as you scooted back to his side, “Well, you’re right.”

You put your feet back in the water, bending your head down to stare at the crystal ripples across the surface of the pool. You saw Cameron’s wavering reflection in the water, his eyes on you as he noticed a stray hair in your face that he tucked gently away behind your ear.

“You’re really beautiful, but I like you better when you’re not just a reflection,” he said, signalling that he wanted your attention.

You giggled and raised your head, turning to lock eyes with Cameron. His big brown eyes held yours, his bronzed skin glowing under the light of the sun as he wrapped a warm arm around your waist. He bit at his round lower lip, his thumb gently caressing your back, but he only brought himself close enough to you that small gap lay between your mouth and his.

“Fine well if you’re not gonna kiss me,” you joked and pretended to pull away, causing Cameron to pull you forward and laugh into your lips. You brought your arms into a lock around his neck, Cameron’s hands holding your face to his as he molded his warm and soft lips gently into yours. He smelled like the freshly cut grass and he tasted like heaven, so much so that you found your chests pressed together, your nails digging into his skin as you urged him for more.

Suddenly, you were interrupted by a loud whistle, and out of nowhere a huge wave of water crashed over you and Cam. You stuttered and pulled your lips from his, wiping the water out of your eyes and turning to face four smug faced boys in the pool. The Jack’s, Aaron and Nash whooped at you from the water, “Sorry, did we interrupt you?” they called sarcastically.

You stuck your tongue out at them and folded your arms, “At least I have someone to kiss right now.”

Johnson shook out his blonde hair like a dog and swam at you, his hands grabbing at your exposed legs, “Say it again,” he dared.

Cameron kicked at Johnson’s shoulder with his own foot, “C’mon, give it a rest.”

Jack raised an eyebrow and smiled, “Can’t keep your hands off her for five minutes can you?”

“Don’t you get sick of him?” laughed Gilinsky.

Nash swam to the poolside and plopped down right between you and Cam, forcing you apart.

“Guys,” you smiled, eyeing Cameron, who’s cheeks were flared in embarrassment.

“I wonder what would’ve happened if we’d left Cameron for one more minute,” said Johnson.

“He was all over you, (Y/N),” Aaron added.

“I like him like that,” you smirked and extended your hand to Cam, who stared at it questioningly.

Nash grabbed your hand before he could take it, and laced his fingers right into yours. “Awh, look, we’re holding hands,” he sung out at Cameron.

Aaron and the others began swimming towards Cameron at the same time.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” you asked them.

“Stop,” Cameron hissed as Nash pushed him towards the water, the other boys dragging him down.

“Ca-” you started, but he just shook his head at you and let himself be tossed into the water with his shirt on.

When he came up, all the boys had exploded into laughter.

You threw them a glare and kicked Nash back into the water to shut him up.

Cameron hoisted himself out of the water, and began to slink away.

“Babe, wait up,” you called, offering him your dry towel. You were in your bikini, but you’d dried off a while ago, so you stuck your hand out, and Cameron took it halfheartedly. 

He tossed off his soaked shirt and looked himself over, “at least I had my swim shorts on.”

You pursed your lips and nodded, sighing a bit, “Sorry Cam.”

Cameron wrapped the plush white towel around himself, “Not your fault.”

He ran a hand through his brown-golden hair until he had it in place again, his deep brown eyes resting back on yours.

You smiled a bit and ran your fingers through his wet locks, “stray hair,” you smiled.

Cam chuckled sadly, his smile forced.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” you asked. “Please tell me those guys aren’t getting to you.”

Cameron flicked his tongue across his lips, his eyes flickering back to the guys, who were all watching you both.

“Oh come on, babe,” you laughed.

“They won’t stop getting on me being like this about you,” he sighed in frustration.

“I don’t mind, it’s cute” you said.

“But they piss me off so much,” he glared at them.

Your fingers grasped his jaw, making him look at you, “I love you so much,” you smiled wide.

“Am I too clingy?” he responded quietly, his eyes searching your face.

“I could never get enough of you,” you breathed seriously.

His lips twitched, “Your like a drug, (Y/N)”

You folded yourself into his arms, pecking him once, twice, three times. The water droplets sparkling on Cameron’s rippled chest were snuffed out by your skin on his. You moved your face from his, but his hand snapped up, bringing you back into his sugar sweet lips, his breath hot on your face as he paused for air before swooping back down on your mouth. You nipped at his lower lip, your eyes closing, hands moving to his soft hair and letting the sensation of his smooth lips pressing firmly to yours take you away. Cameron tilted his head, crashing his lips to yours for more, his tongue finding its way into your mouth easily. Your tongue slid between Cam’s lips, both your tongue’s fighting for dominance, a low growl rumbling hungrily within Cameron’s throat. You moaned quietly into him, your nails grabbing at his hair, his grip on you unbreakable.

It was Cameron who let go, his chest rising heavily, his lips satisfyingly raw. He brought his hands down onto your curved hips, a smile growing on his face.

“You know they’re all watching us?” you asked.

“Of course,” he smiled and turned you away from the boys, his lips finding your jaw. You bent into him, aware that every second he satisfied you, his eyes were right on the embarrassed boys in the pool. He groaned into your skin, sucking and nibbling at your jaw until he’d left his mark. You let the primal instinct in you take over, your back hitting the wall of the house and closing the space between your bodies. He wasn’t done with you yet, though. You bent your head to the side, Cameron’s hot lips back at your exposed neck and drawing noises of satisfaction from you. His body glued to yours, he held you pinned there, and began to grind his body gently into you, the rhythm of his body on yours matching the pace at which he worked his mouth on your skin.  Flustered and aroused, he detached his lips from your neck, leaving noticeable purple marks across your flesh.  You sighed in satisfaction, nuzzling your head into the crook of Cameron’s neck, one of his hands wrapped tight around your waist, the other holding your head to his sun kissed skin. Cameron ran his fingers through your tangles, dropping a kiss on the top of your head and lifting his head to the distanced boys, who stared dumbfounded at him, drool practically hanging from their open mouths. He threw them a smug expression and momentarily raised his hand to give them all the finger.

“We should go inside,” Cam mumbled faintly into your skin.

“Why?” you asked, raising your eyes to his mischievous ones.

“Because what I’m about to do to you would not be appropriate for the guys to see,” he chuckled.

Dating Aaron Would Include:

• Him trying to get you to watch Game of Thrones with him but him having to explain everything to you

• Constantly checking in on you when you’re sick

• Him making you a bomb ass breakfast in bed

• Him just wanting to cook for you all the time tbh

• Blaring music in his car and singing loudly

• Him calling you at the end of the day when he’s out of town and you guys talking about how your days went together

• Binge watching movies together

• “Stop doing laundry and come cuddle”

• Him wanting to rehearse lines with you

• Dancing together for no reason at all

• Not leaving for work until he gets a kiss from you

• P r o t e c t i v e

• Calling him Aar Bear !!!!

• Wearing his baseball jerseys because you know he loves the way they look on you

• Loving the way he gets when he talks about something he’s passionate about

• Watching him freak out over sports

Connection Part 2

*I got a lot of amazing feedback from you guys already so here is part 2! Let me know what you think! Everything will start to happen in the next part!*

Warnings: None

Part 1

It was late afternoon the next day when you arrived into town, the sky slowly beginning to fade to a dark blue.

“Welcome to Beacon Hills,” you read aloud, watching the sign pass quickly and make way for the darkening forest, the trees casting shadows eerie enough to make you shudder.

It only took minutes for a motel to roll into sight, the weather comfortably warm as you hopped out of the Impala the second it parked, eager to stretch your legs. Dean checked in as you and Sam grabbed the bags from the trunk.

“I’m starving,” you gushed once you were inside the room, jumping onto one of the stiff beds. “Can we get chinese? I don’t want to go out and drive again.” Your brothers grunted in approval and Sam was on the phone in minutes ordering delivery from the first place he found. In the meantime, you decided to take a shower to scrub the car feeling from your skin. You grabbed a comfy flannel and sweats and headed to the bathroom.

You locked the door behind you and started up the water, making it almost as hot as it could go. You watched yourself in the mirror, the steam blurring your reflection. You couldn’t help but wonder what this school would be like and how you would fit in. Would they find you weird? That wasn’t unusual. Would they even acknowledge you? You couldn’t help the nerves that were tangling in your stomach. You constantly assured your brothers that new schools didn’t bother you, but there was always a slight uneasiness before the first day. Without thinking any further, you stepped into the shower, hoping the water would wash away your thoughts.


Half an hour later, you were sprawled in a chair, hair dripping wet, eating fried rice at the small table by the door. Sam and Dean were sitting at the other chairs, watching you quietly as they ate. You noticed their silence and tensed up, clearing your throat.

“What are you not telling me?” you asked hesitantly.

“There’s something I want to explain before you go to school tomorrow,” Sam said. He paused, struggling to find his words.

“Sure, what is it?” you urged him on.

“A lot of the stuff that happens in this town usually affects the school. A lot of teenagers go missing and are found dead.” He stopped, taking a breath. You could tell it was hard for him to bring this up. “We need you to be careful and make sure you always know what’s going on around you so you can stay safe,” he explained. “We can’t let anything happen to you.”

“Of course, guys, I’m always safe. I know how to fight, you don’t have to worry about me,” you assured.

“You also have to be our eyes and ears in there. We don’t know who has connections to these murders, but since teenagers seem to be targeted, you need to let us know if you see or hear anything,” Dean added.

“I will. Don’t worry. I might even solve the case before you do,” you teased, earning a soft laugh from Dean. The boys relaxed a little, and the three of you spent the rest of the night joking around and pestering each other, knowing that it would be the last normal time you’d have together until the case was finished.


“Y/N,” you heard a low voice whisper, feeling someone slightly nudge your shoulder. “It’s time to wake up. Come on.” You groaned, rolling onto your side and squinting your eyes to see Sam kneeling beside you. He smiled. “Good morning. I have coffee. Go get ready for school.” He stood and placed a coffee cup on the bedside table. You sighed heavily, looking over your shoulder to see Dean still asleep beside you.

“Stupid school,” you muttered, stumbling out of bed, wishing you could stay and sleep longer. It didn’t take much time for you to get ready. You changed into jeans and a maroon t-shirt, throwing a flannel on over it. The only makeup you ever bothered wearing was mascara, so you were ready to go in about 10 minutes. After brushing your teeth, you emerged from the bathroom and slipped on your converse. You grabbed a backpack you’d brought along, shoved a notebook and pen inside, and looked at Sam expectantly.

“Ready?” he asked, grabbing the car keys.

“As I’ll ever be,” you responded, taking your coffee and following Sam out the door.

“So what are the names I should know before walking in there?” you asked once you two were on your way to the school.

“Stilinski, for sure. That’s the Sheriff’s name. His son is definitely someone we should watch, so keep an eye out for him. They call him ‘Stiles’ in the police reports.”

Stiles Stilinski? What kind of name is that?” you asked. Sam shrugged.

“I’m not too sure. But if he’s a suspect, I’d watch out for his friends too. I don’t think it will take you too long to find them.” The car pulled to a stop at the side of the school. From what you could see, it didn’t look too bad. The palm trees were a nice touch, and the school wasn’t completely brick, as they usually were. There was a sign on the grass that boldly stated Beacon Hills High School. There wasn’t anybody outside, since the principal had apparently told Sam to bring you in after the morning rush, knowing you’d already feel overwhelmed. Sam killed the engine and looked over at you.

“Ready?” he asked encouragingly. You took a deep breath and nodded.


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Open Wide (Doyoung x Reader)

Aloha, guys!! I’m back with some super tasty Doyoung smut, requested by an anon who understands that we. need. more. Doyoung! This scenario is where you’re just casually watching a movie when…uh oh, Doyoungie is a bit touchy! Also. I DON’T KNOW WHY IT TURNED INTO A DADDY KINK SCENARIO, BUT IT DID AND I’M EMBRACING IT. Enjoy!

P.S. This gif never fails to make my panties drop, everything about him is pure perfection jciowjevi

Originally posted by taesyong

The winter storm warning alert you had received on your phone earlier that day certainly wasn’t wrong, nor did it disappoint. The ground was already completely covered in white and the darkening sky was blocked out with puffy grey clouds that shed snowflakes the size of dinner plates. Luckily for you, you were currently snuggled underneath your favorite blanket in your cozy living room while your boyfriend prepared dinner diligently in the kitchen.

You could hear Doyoung humming softly to himself as you stood up from your blanket cacoon to see what he was close to finished. You loved watching your boyfriend in the kitchen, his broad shoulders shifting underneath his red long sleeve shirt as he carefully tasted the soup. He wasn’t surprised to find you barely hovering behind him, a smirk on his face as he held out the spoon to you, “Open wide.”

Some pink found its way to your cheeks as your took the spoon into your mouth, tasting one of Doyoung’s special recipes. You watched the way his eyes lingered on the way your lip closed around the metal spoon, perfectly pink and sinful. He slowly dragged the spoon from your lips, his own mouth quirking ever so slightly, “How does it taste?”

“Yummy,” you murmured, having sensed the sudden change in Doyoung’s demeaner the moment you walked in the kitchen. Oh, how he loved playing games with you.

“You can go sit down, sweetheart,” his voice changed again, back to his usual calm and sunny self, “I’ll bring it out to you.”

“‘Kay,” you smiled to yourself, thinking while you walked to the table that Doyoung was plotting something, what though? You didn’t know. All you knew was that it would make you feel really good in the end.

If you were aware of Doyoung formulating some sort of plan a minute ago, it was suddenly gone from your mind as Doyoung set a heaping bowl of soup and rice in front of you, “Order up.”

You and Doyoung chatted like usual, with him telling you about how freezing the van was on the way to his schedule, how he almost forgot to introduce a group on one of the music shows. You laughed as he described all the events of the day, much more exciting then your stay at home. You loved seeing him get excited about, essentially, his new job as a debuted idol. He’d flourished this past year, growing and surprising you time and time again with all his new talents. He was definitely, more often than not, tired all the time, but at least he was happy. You did all you could to help, but it always felt like it wasn’t enough.

Upon finishing your dinner, you suggested you watch a movie to wind the day down. The chilly Friday was a perfect day for just that and you couldn’t help but want to snuggle with him on the couch. Doyoung agreed, but called dibs on picking the movie out. You didn’t care very much though, knowing that he had pretty similar taste to your own. The two of you had a pretty vast collection of dvds to choose from, so Doyoung took his time perusing while you went to grab more blankets from your bedroom. When you came back into the now dimly lit living room, Doyoung was settled on the couch with the remote in hand as he waited for you to sit, arm slung across the back of the couch, just begging for you to snuggle in.

You were about to flop down beside him, when he suddenly spoke up, “Baby, I had a rough day today,” he murmured, his low voice commanding. “Why don’t you sit on oppa’s lap and comfort me?”

You gulped, the tone in his voice sending a delicious shiver down your spine as you made yourself comfortable on his thighs. You wrapped an arm around him, absentmindedly playing with the soft hairs at the back of his neck as you let your head rest on top of his. He placed his remote free hand on your thigh, stroking the soft skin as his eyes trained on the movie. Doyoung knew that your thighs were very sensitive, and he loved to exploit that weakness whenever he could, no matter how innocent the setting.

You were trying your hardest to pay attention to the movie, but the way Doyoung’s fingers gently dug into your thigh made you shift in his lap. You didn’t hear him give a sharp inhale of breath, your mind trying its hardest to be absorbed in the film; anything but realizing that Doyoung’s hand was far more distracting than you cared to admit.

The movie was about a third through when you felt Doyoung move underneath you, his long fingers tightening their grip and slipping further down your inner thigh, “Doyoung?”

“You’re really pushing your limits, aren’t you? Huh, baby girl?,” he groaned, his lips grazing your neck as you squirmed to look at him.

“What are you talking about?,” you furrowed your brow, only to have your eyes widen as Doyoung dropped the remote and gripped your waist tightly. You realized the moment you felt something very familiar and hard poke at the bottom of your pajama shorts. “Oh…”

Doyoung looked as calm and collected as can be, turning you so that you sat sideways on his lap, “So what are you going to do about it? I was trying to watch the movie and you just can’t seem to sit still, can you?”

“W-what?,” you stuttered, not being able to remember the last time you saw such a predator look in Doyoung’s brown eyes. Maybe you had pushed his buttons a little, but your thighs were so ticklish you couldn’t help wiggling. It was as much his fault as it was yours, and you knew he liked it anyway.

“Come on, baby girl,” he drawled, nosing into your neck. “You know Daddy doesn’t like to repeat himself. Especially when he’s annoyed.” He emphasized his point with a quick nip, making you gasp at the sudden pain.

You swallowed, eyes big and pleading, “I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t realize…”

“You didn’t realize you were rubbing your little ass all up against Daddy’s dick?,” he finished, quirking an eyebrow, pulling away from your neck to look at you. You were treading dangerous waters right now, and Doyoung was doing all he could to get you to drown. You can’t even remember the last time he demanded you call him daddy, probably because he had practically fucked you into a coma. All memory of that night had faded into one collective feeling of pleasure and lust, all you remembered was that you had enjoyed yourself immensely.

Doyoung lived for when you acted compliant, bite the bullet now and you’ll get what you wanted later. You tried to look as sorry as possible, coming off more as shy and embarrassed, “Yes, Daddy, I did. I really want you, so I couldn’t help myself.” You played with the loose threads of Doyoung’s shirt, biting your lip and waiting with bated breath for his response.

Doyoung seemed to be measuring your response, sizing you up like a piece of delicious prey that had stumbled into his lap. You saw him trace the corners of his mouth with his tongue, fingers flexing where they rested on the curve of your hip. Eyes half-lidded with lust, your boyfriend smirked down at you, his thumb coming up to stroke your bottom lip, “Well then, sweetheart. That means your pretty little mouth is going to be doing some work tonight.”

You nodded eagerly, stomach churning with your bundle of pleasure, “I want to make you feel good, Daddy.” You were already sliding off his lap and kneeling on the floor rug in front of him, the carpet digging into the skin of your knees.

He looked rather pleased to see you on your knees before him, one of his hands lazily going to unbuckle his belt, but he didn’t say a word. The clinking of the metal set you on edge, wanting nothing more than for him to use the leather belt on you, sick as you were.

Doyoung slid the belt from the loops of his dark wash jeans, about to toss it when he thought of something better. He placed it on the arm of the couch as if saving an idea for later, leaning back into the plush sofa as he waited for you to finish stripping him. Your fingers clumsily scrabbled to unbutton his jeans, looking far too tight as the outline of his member pressed against the denim. Once freed, your boyfriend’s dick proudly sprang against his toned stomach, the tip swollen from your accidental teasing during the movie. You licked your lips in anticipation, watching as he let out of a sigh of relief when your hand softly grasped the base. You directed the tip into your mouth, tongue lavving against the underside of his dick.

“Oh, kitten,” he groaned, hand coming up to grasp your hair, already in control of your movements as he directed you to take him deeper into your throat. “Just like that.”

You hummed, satisfied as a cat that you were eliciting such delicious moans from him with only your mouth. You fervently bobbed your head, careful to not seem too eager as you took him as far back in your mouth as you could before you choked and released him with a wet pop of your lips. You were both panting, but Doyoung still remained composed even after you did everything in your power to shake him. He calmly reached forward and gripped your jaw strongly, forcing your mouth open as he inserted his cock once again, dissatisfied with your sudden stop.

You gasped through your mouth full, choking delightfully with lusty tears in your eyes as Doyoung face fucked you. He was panting, hips rutting roughly even as he gripped your hair in one hand, forcing you to take his dick. Doyoung’s words came out choppy from his rapid movements, “You don’t stop unless I tell you too, kitten, understand?”

Your eyes were practically rolling back into your head from the sheer animalistic nature of the whole situation, your body trembling as you managed to moan around him. Without your hands busy, you had, in your pleasure, grabbed the cushions of the sofa in an iron grip. You let one of those hands sneakily wander down to your pajama shorts, where your soaked heat practically begged to be touched. You knew Doyoung’s rules well, but you couldn’t help yourself as you got lost in the desire.

Slipping your fingers past the waistband of your panties, you’d barely brushed your clit before your mouth was suddenly empty and your wrists were being grasped in Doyoung’s much larger hands. Your vision refocused, taking in Doyoung’s annoyed face, brow furrowed in a cross expression, “I know you know the rules, baby girl. Why do you like to break them so much?”

You thought quickly, writhing in Doyoung’s grip as you leaned into him, “I’m sorry, Daddy-”

“Save it, kitten,” Doyoung cut you off, dragging you to your feet with his dick still hanging tantalizingly from his open pants and bending you over the arm of the couch. “I’m starting to think you’re only apologizing to get what you want.” He tugged your shorts and panties down your legs, tossing them carelessly behind him.

You shook your head hastily, toes curling as you craned your neck to look back to him, “No, Daddy- Ah..!” You cried out suddenly, feeling the sting of where Doyoung’s hand had smacked your ass, the skin already turning pink.

“You’re talking too much,” he simpered, reaching for the belt that was beside you, a small smile reaching his lips, but not his eyes. You felt his dick rub against your soaked core as he leaned over you, teasing and prodding, not seeming to care that you were practically dripping down your thighs.

“Open wide, kitten,” Doyoung smirked, remembering those same words being spoken earlier in the kitchen. You listened obediently, mouth wide as he buckled the belt behind your head, creating a makeshift ball gag of sorts. “That’s better,” he licked his lips. “Now, where was I? Oh, that’s right.”

You were prepared for this slap, feeling your ass jiggle under his hand as he smoothed over his now very visible handprint. You let out a small moan, enjoying this far too much. Doyoung noticed and smirked, “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” To your pleasant surprise he began to stroke your dripping heat, his fingers dipping briefly inside of you, eliciting a keening moan from behind the belt in your mouth.

Another smack, another, and another close enough to your core to make your fingers dig into the arm of the couch in pleasure. Doyoung fucking loved the sounds you were making for him, your moaning muffled by his belt. You were practically dribbling from your mouth, tears pricking at your eyes as you silently begged for Doyoung to finally fuck you.

He didn’t seem in any rush too, but your body couldn’t take anymore waiting, so you pulled out your trump card. You managed to push a few more tears out, attempting to look as pathetic as possible for him. Through the belt you managed to whimper, voice weak, “D-daddy, please!…I can’t take it anymore!”

That seemed to snap Doyoung from his reverie, body coming to life as he looked down at your pitiful state. He saw the way your hair stuck to your sweaty forehead, your eyes brimming with tears that leaked from your big doe eyes as you pleaded with him, “Daddy, please fuck me!”

Doyoung cock visibly twitched, his hands coming up to unbuckle the belt from your mouth, allowing your sore jaw to relax. He silently pushed you back down into the couch, his body crawling hungrily over yours as his hands found the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head carefully. His uncharacteristic silence confusing you as his warm hands rubbed your most sensitive areas with care, lips pressing to your skin as he sucked hickeys in various places. You moaned wantonly as he allowed his thumb to press on your clit, his dark eyes meeting yours as he finally groaned, “Baby girl, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll be seeing stars.”

With that he thrust his entire length into your waiting core, slipping in oh so easily. You both groaned in relief, finally getting what you so desperately wanted. Doyoung didn’t wait for you to adjust, knowing how you liked him to fuck you up completely with no bars held. He sat up on his knees, never stopping his perfect rhythm as he pulled his shirt off, revealing his lean chest and broad shoulders. You wanted so desperately to rake your nails down his chest, taste his skin as you sunk your teeth into his shoulder, oh you wanted it so badly.

He stayed sitting up, rutting his hips into core as he smirked, “You want to touch me, don’t you?” Damn, at this point you were sure he could read your mind.

Your boyfriend came back down from his towering position, caging you in his arms again and obviously allowing you freedom to roam. Your hands scrabbled across his chest, groaning in appreciation as you finally felt his gorgeous body. Finger nails scraping angry red lines across his pecs and abs, lips coming up to meet the sensitive part of his neck. You sucked a dark purple bruise into his neck spitefully, secretly loving to mark his perfect porcelain skin in the most dirty ways possible. Doyoung enjoyed your touch too, rocking his hips into you faster than before, your mouth on his neck egging him on.

You gasped when one of his hands came down to rub licentiously on your clit, causing your breath to be sucked from your lungs and your back to bow. Your chest rubbed against Doyoung’s, the feeling of your peaked nipples against his warm bare skin almost too much for your body to handle. You were having sensory overload, unable to do anything except pant and hang on to Doyoung’s shoulders for dear life as he hammered into you relentlessly, close to your high.

Doyoung seemed close too by the way his breathing increased, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure as his body rocked into yours faster than ever, his hand still working diligently on your clit to bring you closer. Your breathing picked up too, air leaving your lungs in gasps as Doyoung’s hips began to stutter, you could feel every vein in his member drag against your walls. You clenched around him, urging him to come as you tangled your fingers in his hair, whispering, “Come inside of me, Daddy! Please!…”

Hearing you whimper such a lewd request was all it took for Doyoung to finally come undone, his hot seed shooting deep inside of you. He didn’t stop thrusting his hips, voice strained as he groaned, “Oh, fuck, kitten.”

“Daddy!…,” you wailed, hips rutting up into Doyoung’s as his fingers brought you over the edge, the knots in your stomach snapped as you orgasmed around his member. Your clenching walls milked Doyoung of every last drop of cum he had ejaculated as you came, head thrown back in pure pleasure. He let you ride out your high, his hips rocking slightly into you and his fingers rubbing you until it felt like you would black out.

Finally settling down, you looked up at Doyoung shyly, gauging his emotions to see how he felt. You were happy to find a lazy smile on his face, his lips coming down to meet yours softly. Your boyfriend wrapped you into his arms, gentle with your soon to be sore body, mumbling into your shoulder, “Sorry about the belt. I-”

You cut him off with a quick kiss, fingers stroking the hair away from his forehead, “It’s fine, I liked it. Although, maybe something more comfortable next time? And maybe less leathery tasting?” You looked over at the television, realizing the movie was scrolling through the end credits, “There goes watching a movie…”

He laughed sheepishly, nuzzling into you again before he stood up and took your hand, “I’ll see what I can do about the belt, and sorry about the movie too, baby. For now though…shower with me?”

You rolled your eyes, but let him lead you off to the bathroom, stomach already churning anticipation for what could only be round two.

Ok so I’ve just started semester 2 at uni and I saw that @sourcrown and @estudiyante wanted to know how to handle your first few days at uni (i hope this is what you guys wanted!). As someone who went through a lot of anxiety regarding starting uni, I know how it feels. So, here are some of the things I did to prepare myself:


· Think positively about this whole experience. You are in for potentially some of the best few years of your life, where you can meet loads of new people, be independent, study something fascinating and really explore yourself and your interests

· Do not over think it

· Maybe watch some vlogs about people’s first days or move in days?



· Make sure you have everything you need: if you are moving into halls do you have all the kitchen/food/room things you’ll need

· Make sure you are prepared academically: take a look at your course website, email your new professors and ask for a reading list if there isn’t one online, do some general research if you don’t have a reading list

· DO NOT SPEND ALL SUMMER DOING NOTHING! if you can keep up your studying habits in between school and uni, you won’t have as much of a shock when you start back up


· Do not shut your door and cry because you miss your parents. You may be homesick, but you’ll feel a hell of a lot better if you start talking to your new flatmates. Maybe offer to make them a cup of tea and go from there?

· Go to your orientation/introductory lectures. They are boring as fuck but extremely useful if you don’t know anything about uni life

· Go to all the freshers fairs: often they’ll give you loads of free stuff and its an opportunity to sign up to societies and make even more friends


· Do not slack off in your first few weeks. Yes, it will take some adjustment, but the quicker you get into a studying routine the better

· The first few weeks are seriously fun though, so take advantage of that before all the assignments hit

· Try an establish a work-life balance now before you have assignments/exams and you’ll find it a lot easier

 Good luck to anyone who is starting uni or coming back for a new semester (this can still be applicable to you!). The most important thing academically is to always be studying something, especially now that your work will almost entirely be self-motivated. If you fall out of the habit of studying, you’ll find your life is quite difficult when you have to revise for your exams!

anonymous asked:

I just want Edmund cuddles!!!!! 😥

Here’s your Edmund cuddles! We tried to write it in a little different format. 

  • You were having bad day
  • Normally you vented to Edmund, but today you didn’t
  • He had been studying really hard in Law School
  • You didn’t bother him or worry him
  • You texted him as you normally do every day
  • It surprised you when he asked if he could come over to watch a movie or something
  • You of course accepted
  • When he got there, he had a small tiramisu cake and some ice cream
  • He holds them out, “I figured it would brighten your day!”
  • He explained that he could tell you were feeling a bit down through the texts
  • You guys pop in a movie, but you weren’t really watching it
  • Edmund wanted to make sure you were really okay
  • So he asked you a bunch of questions until you ended up venting about the day
  • He listens patiently as he strokes your hair
  • You relax as time goes on and just lean into him
  • You nuzzle your face into his chest as he embraces you
  • You both fall really silent for a little while
  • Occasional kisses
  • He’s really soft with you
  • A few bites of cake here and there
  • He smears your nose with frosting which somehow turns into a war
  • But afterwards, you settle down again and build a cozy enclosure on the floor with mountains of pillows and blankets
  • You try to watch the movie again but you end up falling asleep

I’ve never seen a fandom go to great links as to have tried to trend and anti trend to write a character off until now. I just want to say how completely and utterly dumb you have to be to try to trend something to get an actor written off just because you don’t like them.

You literally took time out of your day to make several tweets about his this character needs to get written out. Like really…are you being that petty? It’s a fucking show with characters that not everyone is going to like. GET THE FUCK OVER IT!

Better yet if you’re that mad…stop watching the show. No one asked you to watch the show in the first place. All you’re doing is making this fandom more disgusting than it already is.

Now to the antis that actually are considerate I truly appreciate you guys for taking time to as least respect other people’s opinions on characters even if you don’t agree. Thank you for not participating in this ugly ass trend.

Boyfriend Nakajima Yuto
  • Tall sunshine
  • Very talkative around you, Yuto is usually talkative but even more when he’s with you
  • Looks at you with a big grin all the time
  • Would want to be the one to approach you rather than the other way round
  • But he’d be quite hesitant to confess, though he would eventually if you don’t
  • Kind of clingy when your relationship first starts, mainly because he’s excited that you guys are actually dating
  • He cools down eventually but still probably a little bit clingier than most
  • Likes to go to new places with you, especially if it’s somewhere you like
  • Takes a lot of pictures and videos of you, he’s your personal cameraman
  • Watches the videos he’s taken of you a lot if he can’t see you for awhile
  • Very playful
  • Back hugs!!
  • Would love when you initiate skinship
  • Just give him a hug or a kiss out of nowhere every now and then it would make him happy
  • Would like going to the beach with you! He could probably spend all day there
  • You’d become his line practice partner whenever he gets a new role
  • But if there was something mean in the lines he’d hesitate a lot when trying to say it
  • He’d probably apologise afterwards even if you say it’s fine
  • Would want your attention to be focused on him
  • Would call and text you a decent amount but would really prefer meeting in person when possible
  • His texts are mainly photos of nice things he sees and thinks you would like
  • A bit of a show off around you though it’s not really intentional, he just wants you to be proud to have him as your boyfriend
  • Relies on you and would hope you do the same
  • Yuto overall would just be a playful but also kind of chill boyfriend

Originally posted by tsukkilatte