have a nice day t shirt

anonymous asked:

Hi 😊 I saw your post about being free to ask anything and I was kinda afraid to do so because I am shy. But would it be okay to ask for a story about Tae walking around with a shirt that had SUGA on the back? (Kinda like the fan shirts you can buy) if not that's okay xx have a nice day

please don’t be shy :( anon or not, whatever makes you most comfortable with asking! hope you have/had a nice day as well💞💞 here you go!

it has been a long, tiring day taehyung thought. he checked his leather watch on his left wrist and mentally groaned because it was only 4 p.m. this meaning they had an hour until they had to go to practice at their dancing studio and deal with his annoying friends. his day wasn’t going to get better until roughly 9 p.m. 10 pm they had a meeting, 12:30 they recorded, 2 pm had been set for studying Japanese, and 3 pm was vocals. leaving 5 hours for dance practice and honestly he could cry at the thought.

{rewind to earlier}

he had woken up at roughly six this morning to get ten minutes into a new episode of one piece to at least make his day somewhat fun. then he had woken up all his members pleading them to get ready so they could have some breakfast, which they eventually agreed on. taehyung grabbed a random shirt on from his closet and they all set off walking. it was about three minutes in before it all officially went to hell.

“hey, taehyungie?” seokjin said, walking about four steps behind him on the sidewalk along with jimin.
“yeah hyung?” taehyung replied, throwing his head to the side to somewhat glance back over his shoulder.
“where did you get a suga shirt from?” seokjin asks, quite amused and gesturing to the backside of his t shirt.
“what?!” taehyung looks down in a panic and grabs the neck of his shirt to see the backside, and surely enough there’s the name SUGA largely printed in a white format.

seokjin’s loud window cleaning laugh was enough to gather attention from everyone else in front of them. taehyung glared at seokjin because this wasn’t supposed to happen. he knew he shouldn’t have snuck a suga fan shirt into his bag when staff wasn’t looking. he REALLY knew that he shouldn’t had hung it up into his closet either though now.

“wow tae, we knew you loved yoongi’s rapping but damn! you really got his shirt too!” hoseok says, fumbling over words from laughing so hard.

they’ve finally reached a café and ordered their drinks and small foods. the jokes have been rolling in for a good thirty minutes, yoongi hasn’t bothered saying one word though. they sit at various empty tables in the back together. namjoon, jimin, and jungkook in one; hoseok and seokjin; leaving taehyung and yoongi. what bastards they are, taehyung thinks.

“but really where did you get that shirt from? i don’t think i’ve seen one like that since they gave out those limited edition ones back a couple years ago.” yoongi says taking a long sip from his americano.

oh fuck. “uh.. well… you’re not uncomfortable are you?” taehyung asks, trying to identify the expressions yoongi is giving him. his face is blank, no emotion, nothing.

“no, i think it’s kinda cute.” yoongi says, giving him a small smirk before quickly recovering it. taehyung blinks and has to think if he was just imagining things.

“oh” he managed to squeak out before yoongi is chuckling.

“hey! stop the flirting over there you two! i’m watching you!” seokjin yells, speaking awfully fast like he does when trying to exaggerate something. his eyes are wide and has his head tilted back, wide nostrils full on display until yoongi throws a ball made from the paper from his straw.

“ow! that went right into my eye!” he exclaims, trying to force everyone to look into his eye and find the ball that’s obviously too huge to fit into his eye. namjoon is pretending it’s actually stuck in there and jungkook is cracking up, slapping on whoever comes near him.

the two ignore the background noise and taehyung’s sight is drawn back in front of him when yoongi asks, “wanna help me with some beats today after practice fanboy?”

librarian gothic

-you arrive for the early shift every morning at 7:30. you turn on the lights. the shadows recede. on thursday, you turn on the lights, but for exactly one second, the shadows remain present. you try to ignore the feeling of terror that rockets through you. 

-the circulation computer has been giving staff problems for years; the screen freezes, the mouse sticks, and the monitor constantly flashes “time of death: 3:18. cause: electrocution.” a patron jokes, “must be possessed.” you try to laugh, but you eye the clock: 3:15. 

-the library has a metal roof; when it rains, the sound echoes through the whole library, huge raindrops pummeling the building. you have been enjoying the sound of the rain for about 3 hours when two patrons walk in wearing shorts and dry t shirts, commenting on how nice the sunshine feels. 

-a newcomer in the town has just signed up for a library card. you are explaining what happens when materials are overdue. books are 25 cents a day when overdue; if they are lost, the patron is hung by their toes on the front lawn. the patron laughs at your joke. you do not. you were not joking. 

-one of the clerks, Dawn, phones to say she will be a little late for her 3 o’clock shift. Dawn walks in at 3:15, logs in to her computer. the phone rings. it is Dawn. she will be in at 3:30. 

-a patron stops by the reference desk and asks for a certain book. you tell them the book will be in the 300s section. “and where can I find the 300s?” they ask. you don’t know how to reply. no one has seen the 300s section in years.

That’s My Girl

2,500 Followers Oneshot

Summary: Jensen breaks your plans for the evening and you are not happy about it.

Prompt: “That’s not a good enough reason to get married.”

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Requested: @arryn-nyx

“I can’t believe you’re bailing on me!”

“I promise I’ll make it up to you, Y/N!” Of course Jensen subjects you to his dazzling signature smile, the one that reminds you of kittens and rainbows and all of that corny shit.

He drags you in for an insanely tight hug as if that will make your moodiness disappear. Well, the joke’s on you because it’s starting to work.

Damn his perfect physique. How are you supposed to stay pissed when an attractive man who smells delicious is touching you?

You gather up enough super strength to shake those distracting thoughts away. That’s an exhausting problem that you’ll save for another day. As of today, there’s no way in hell that you’re letting him off the hook this time.

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First Day of School

Characters: Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Words: 1500

Tags: @evyiione@fabulouslycassie, @daughters-and-winsisters, @darkestgrungeuniverse, @samanddeanshotsis, @winchesters-favorite-girl

A/N: Decided I wanted to post something more innocent/less angsty after that last fic :)

Originally posted by deanimagines67

Your name: submit What is this?

You and Dean stood outside of the classroom, your hand in Dean’s much larger one. Other kids and their parents poured into the room which walls were dressed in drawings and colorful posters of the alphabet. It was the start of the school year, and unsurprisingly it was also the first day of a new school for the both of you.

”You ready?” Dean asked as he looked down at you, and his green eyes was met by your round ones.

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anonymous asked:

TO BE HONEST.... all Jonas has to do is give Mitch a Sad Doe-Eyed Look™ and Mitch Fucking Mueller will do whatever the hell Jo wants. a delicious sandwich? already made. change out of a nasty shirt Mitch's been wearing for three days? he's already out of it. murder a man? consider it done. just wants a sweet kiss and a nice hug? oh HELL yeah Mitch is ON IT baby. he just fucking melts into a mindless puddle that is Jo's to command

I don’t have anything smart to say but YOU’RE FUCKIN RIGHT

“Flat out” - h.s. Part 3

Part 1 / Part 2 



Before Harry came back to London, you had always enjoyed that your flat was kind of a drama free zone. You never invited anyone over, except for Felicity who came over on weekends to study, and you always had a sense of clear calm and peace to have your work zone and just enjoy yourself.

But when Harry came back for longer than just a couple weeks, things did become different. You didn’t mind though considering it was technically his apartment, and it was just his space as much as it was yours. But you knew that the only reason the flat had been so quiet was because you had been the only one in it. And now that Harry was back, you both found a way to express yourselves through some louder words every once in a while.

With the arrest of diTorino and his buddies, you really didn’t feel unsafe in any way. But that didn’t seem to matter to Harry as he drove you in silence back to the flat you shared. He was quiet, a brooding angry quiet that you didn’t want to mess with, and you decided not to allow it to bother you in any way as you dropped your keys and shoes at the front door and made your way inside.

You’d seen Harry angry on multiple accounts. There had been the whole cupcake fiasco at Liam’s birthday two years ago, and then that paparazzi that had almost knocked you over during your time in Canada. And though it was scary at times, you never took it that seriously because you knew he was nothing more than a softy on the inside.

So you didn’t take it into thought as Harry slammed the door behind you while you walked over to the kitchen.

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Summary: You make up for Bucky’s silence whenever he’s around. 

Word count: 949

A/N: I actually kind of like how this turned out. 

When Steve finally brought Bucky around, everyone was particularly nice about it after a few weeks of bickering. You were forewarned that he was still trying to remember things and get a handle on everything. So you weren’t surprised when the man didn’t say much around anyone but Steve.

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It would be nice

Do you know what would be great? Having a cute girlfriend. Someone I can cuddle and kiss and be there for when they feel like shit. A girl who I can go on adventures with. Someone who wants to watch documentaries with me on a rainy day. I’d run the bath for her and bring her in a glass of wine or a cold beer after she’s had a busy day and also just because it’s worth it to see her smile. When we’re older and you wake up first to make the breakfast in your baggy t-shirt and underwear with the music playing softly in the background, I’ll come up behind you and put my hands around your waist and gently pull you closer towards me and kiss your neck and say good morning and then we’ll turn the music up and dance and laugh. When we decide to stay in and watch a scary movie or a comedy with a soft blanket around us and we cuddle underneath it and kiss each other at random points during the movie because I just crave your lips so badly. When she’s had a bad day I’ll sit down beside her and hold her hand as she tells me what happened. I’ll be there for her when she needs someone to listen.


Make It Up To You (Grayson)


You had come home from a long day at work and you were anxious to fill your tub up with some hot water, bubble bath and soak the day away. You were hoping Grayson would be home by the time you got back because after the day you had you wanted nothing more than to curl up in his arms.

You pulled into the parking garage of your apartment building and clicked your car alarm twice behind you as you hopped out. You headed into the elevator and sighed in relief when you reached your floor. You unlocked the apartment door and were disappointed to see it was dark. Grayson must’ve still been out. You flicked on the light and all of a sudden you heard a loud yell and were blinded by endless amounts of silly string. Before you could even blink what felt like a ton of whip cream was shoved into your face. You shrieked wiping your face away to see your stupid boyfriend laughing hysterically.

“GRAYSON ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” Without thinking you reached forward and pushed him in the chest as hard as you could. He stumbled back a little but he was too strong for you to knock him over completely. His laughter faded as he read your anger expression his face now twisting into mock agony.

“Ow!” Grayson cried, clutching his chest.

“Whatever I didn’t push you that hard. What were you thinking!?”

“Babe, come on! I was just messing with you! I’m sorry!”

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anonymous asked:

How about cat boy Shiro & shance?

It got away from me….
Lance yawned as he opened to door to his house, tired after a full day of work. Allura was a slave driver, having him work the clearance floor of the fashion building. There had been a huge sale today, customers having flooded the shop and nearly cleaning it out, and not all of them were nice to him.

He sighed and rubbed his eyes, shutting the door behind him. After getting changed into some sweatpants and an old t-shirt, he flopped on the couch, shutting his eyes. He got about what felt like ten minutes of blessed sleep before a crash and a yowl of pain woke him up, the lanky 25 year old man bolting upright in surprise. He got up and looked at the clock. What the fuck? Who was even awake at 4am?

With a groan, he got up and decided to investigate the sound. He shrugged on a light jacket and stepped out onto the porch, bare feet cold against the concrete. He glanced around and walked over to where a soft whimpering was coming from, the alleyway with all the trash cans.

“Hello?” He called, padding inside the alleyway, hand against the wall of his house. His eyes caught a hunched shape next to the dumpster, something big with a twitching tail and curled in on itself. Oh.

Now that he was closer, he could see it was a Hybrid, creatures that were a common pet in this city. This one was a Cat Hybrid, with long, messy and dirty black hair and ears and a white forelock and a white tipped black tail. It was making soft, pained sounds, gripping at its right arm.

“Here kitty kitty, what’s wrong?” Lance crooned, attempting to appear as non-threatening as possible. Which wasn’t hard, he could see the muscles through the tattered shirt on the Cat Hybrid’s body, even though it looked very malnourished. He walked a little closer, trying to recall everything Hunk had told him about Cat Hybrids since the big guy worked at a shelter for all kinds of Hybrids, like Keith, a mixed breed of a Cat and a Wolf Hybrid.

The Hybrid’s head shot up, staring at him with wide, panicked silver eyes that were admittedly quite pretty. Now that he could see its face, Lance could tell the Cat Hybrid was male, and hurt too by the bloody cut across his nose. The Hybrid growled warningly, ears flattened back and tail puffed up in fear.

Lance held up his hands, palms outwards, staying calm like Hunk had taught him when handling scared Hybrids. “Woah there, Kitty, I’m not here to hurt you. I’m just trying to help. Can you let me do that?” He soothed, focus entirely on the terrified Hybrid.

The growling paused for a moment, wavering, and an almost curious look flashed through those gray eyes before being replaced with more caution. Lance took a small step forward, encouraged.

“You don’t look too good there, Kitty. Want me to get you some food and a bandage for that cut on your pretty face?” He cooed, shuffling a little closer and crouching low to appear smaller, less dangerous. The Hybrid’s ears flicked, indecision flickering across his face. Lance was now close enough to reach forward with one hand, carefully.

The Hybrid leaned forward, uncurling a little to sniff at Lance’s fingers, before cautiously turning his cheek against the Cuban man’s palm before pulling back a little with a soft whine. Lance smiled gently, keeping his teeth hidden, and ran his hand over the Hybrid’s hair and ears, a small purr startling both males.

Lance spoke up again. “Hey, let’s get you into my place so we can fix you up, okay?” The Hybrid blinked, confused, but allowed Lance to pull him up and suddenly Lance had to reevaluate this because the Cat Hybrid was taller than him by a head and a lot wider than skinny little Twig Lance. Not to mention heavy! For someone so emaciated, he sure packed a lot of weight!

Lance carefully led the Cat Hybrid out of the alleyway and into his house, shutting the door quietly and tugging him into the bathroom. “Okay, I know cats hate water, but we need to get you washed and cleaned before we bandage you up.” Lance explained to the startled Cat, who was staring at his reflection in the mirror with something akin to horror.

Lance filled the bathtub with hot but not scalding soapy water, and guided the Hybrid in. The water seemed to relax the dirty kitty, and Lance easily pulled off the ragged and soon to be burned old shirt and boxers the Hybrid had been wearing, finally able to assess the damages.

The Cat was covered in old scars and new injuries, like he’d been in a fighting ring. His right arm was missing, obviously recently because the stump hadn’t healed completely and was an angry reddish purple, blotchy and clearly infected. The poor Cat was going to need a Vet, and Lance hoped Hunk would cover this. But first he had to do what he could to help, since he’d never been one to turn down a creature in need.

He set to work, using safe shampoos and soaps to clean the dirt and blood away, having to drain and refill the tub several times until the water stayed mostly clear and bubbly. The Cat Hybrid flinched with every wound wiped down, but seemed to recognize that Lance was helping him and didn’t fight back. Lance hummed to fill the silence, a soothing Spanish lullaby his Mama loved singing.

Once he finished, he rinsed the Cat one last time before leaving to grab some overly large clothes that would probably fit the huge Hybrid, which he was guessing was of the Maine Coon variety. He came back and drained the tub, tugging the relaxed kitty out and drying him off, bandaging every wound with a bandaid or gauze before helping him into soft, clean clothes that actually fit the Cat just right, if not only slightly tight.

“Okay, just a haircut and then some food, sound good?” Lance soothed, sitting the other male on the closed toilet and holding up a pair of scissors and a hair razor. The Cat eyed the items warily, but merely made a soft noise of agreement before letting his eyes fall shut.

Lance pulled a towel over the Cat’s neck and shoulders, before setting to work snipping the long, tangled black locks of hair. He shaved away the worst of it, giving the Hybrid an undercut and leaving the top alone, trimming around the ears to a short, fluffy length and even grooming the ears and tail to get rid of the matting. The white forelock was left a little longer than the rest, since Lance found it kind of cute.

He cleared away the mess and once again tugged the Cat Hybrid by the wrist along with him to the kitchen, the poor kitty making a soft mew, a wordless question. “Food then! You look pretty hungry, kitty, and I think I still have a package of turkey somewhere.” Lance clarified, gesturing for the Hybrid to sit on the couch while he entered the kitchen to rummage around his fridge.

He came back to see the Cat Hybrid looking around curiously, tail flicking and ears up, which was definitely a good sign if he was showing interest in his surroundings. Lance gave himself a mental high five and cleared his throat lightly, gathering the kitty cat’s attention. He held up the package of turkey and had to stop himself from giggling at the way the Hybrid’s eyes lit up and ears perked, staring at the wrapped meat hungrily. His stomach let out a demanding growl too, and Lance definitely laughed then.

“Haha, okay, here you go then.” Lance chuckled, opening the plastic package and unwrapping the seal around the meat, plopping it back into the container and handing it to the Cat Hybrid.

While the cat scarfed down the meat, Lance dug his phone out of his jacket.

He had a few calls to make.
This….. got waaaaaaaayyy out of control…… it was supposed to be a small fluffy fic and I turned it into some angst? And yes, Shiro is the nameless Hybrid. I don’t suppose you’d want more, maybe? I mean I wouldn’t mind making more? Gah- I need to stop making all these AU’S, my brain is out of control ;0;
Hope you enjoyed!

(edit- here’s chapter 2- https://tokyoteddywolf.tumblr.com/post/161255787588/companions-au-chapter-2 )


-Go a whole day without any technology
-Go to a concert
-Go to the beach for the day
-Do a diy
-Read a John Green book
-Go on a hike
-Sleep in a tent for a night
-Bake something you never made before
-Try yoga
-Go tubing
-Send a message in a bottle
-Try to make a blanket fort
-Have a bonfire
-Try some weird new food
-Watch the sunrise/sunset on the beach
-Use a corny pick-up line on a cute boy to se his reaction
-Go night-swimming
-Leave a nice note on a random car
-Do something different with your appearance without permission
-Stay awake for 24 hours straight
-Run threw water sprinkles
-Make a sand-castle
-Go geocaching (google it!)
-Make tie-dye T-shirts
-Wride a ferris wheel
-Host at 4th of July barbecue
-Play on a slip-n-slide
-Paint with sidewalk Chalk
-Have a scavenger hunt
-Go thrifting and make some new clothes
-Volunteer for something
-Read 3 new books
-Have a sleepover on a trampoline
-Go bowling
-Say yes to everything for a day
-Carve something into a three
-Super glue a coin on the ground
-Brake a world record
-Write a diary everyday of the summer
-Buy a fish and name it cat
-Be a vegan for a week
-Make a time capsule
-Go to a museum
-Try something I´ve never done before
-Laugh so hard I nearly pee my pants

STUDY TIPS FROM a lazy wannabe good student

I recently finished my finals (thank god) and I got a couple of tips for you guys if you want to shut yourself up somewhere and study for 6 hours (I did that; it wasn’t easy, but I did that.)

  1. Study buddy. - Grab your bae, your significant other, your bff, your acquaintance that you can stand, and study together. Bring snacks, tutor each other without being a nuisance, take walks together every hour or so to stretch your legs. Believe me, sometimes having the person in front of you studying like mad is a great motivation. Also, having someone wake you up from your “10 minutes, no, 11 minutes, wait actually 15 minutes” nap is a good thing, especially if your in a library and alarm clocks won’t do it. 
  2. Lots of pens. - If you’re like me, and you like to hand write all your notes, (24 pages of biology notes all handwritten your girl did that) you’re more than likely to run out of ink before you’re done. I just buy a 10 pack of muji gel inks and they usually last me throughout the exam season. Also, think. Do you really need that 20 pack of staedtler triplus fineliners when you got a maths exam the next monday? do you? look me in the eyes, do you? fine if you do. just ask yourself that. if you really do, then fine. but really?
  3. Hand sanitizer. - After three hours of studying, you ask your friends, “Hey, can you pass me those chips?” and before long, your fingers are covered in processed fried potato crumbs, and they smell like garlic and dijon mustard (i.e. the scent of heaven) and you pick up your pen. Great. Now everything smells like garlic and dijon mustard, and everything is sticky and oily and gross. Hand sanitizers to the rescue. My current fave is the walk in the woods by bath and body works (its been discontinued but they sell it at a beauty store here that has a massive collection of old scents.) literally crying why do they always discontinue great things
  4. Hygiene and beauty products. - Now I’m pretty sure this is just a spoiled brat thing but honestly my skin dries out like crazy in air con rooms and I always need tissue for some reason to wipe sweat from my palms or oh i don’t know blow my nose because the air con here is forever 18 bloody degrees and if you crank it up by one degree someone will complain and just :))))) no. Also can I just say that the Kiehl’s ultra facial cream is literally a life saver my skin peels off (I’m not joking i can peel off a layer of my skin) in air con rooms if i don’t use a good moisturiser and this WORKS. 
  5. A JACKET. - Again. Air con rooms, libraries, whatever. I get cold a lot. 
  6. Loose leaf paper - I don’t know but for me I need a lot of loose leaf paper even though I have notebooks for notes for each subject. Sometimes I use it to take notes when I don’t feel like using an entire notebook for one subject (Like i finished my biology notebook and I didn’t want to waste an entire new one for finals i just used paper but in the end i ended up using 24 sheets so… theres that.) or I use it as a handy formula sheet for maths or physics or use it to explain questions to friends or when I ask them to explain stuff to me, or when I want to do maths questions that are messy and I can’t be bothered to make them look nice because I have an entire chapter left to do and the exam is in eight hours. :(((((( basically.
  7. Dress for success - Seriously. Sometimes wearing something nice really helps you perk up. It might give you a much needed confidence boost, or  make you sit straighter. When I’m at home, I just wear a bra or atleast change out of the t-shirt and sweatpants I’ve been wearing for three days crying infront of Grey’s Anatomy. When I go out, I like to wear something comfortable but still nice. I realise that jewelry actually really make me perk up a lot and I feel so much more awake and energized when doing my work. 
  8. FOOD. - I really like bringing food to study sessions! I love sharing food with my friends, and sometimes we go to the store before going to the library/wherever to study to pick up some chips and cookies. Try to get get healthier ones or make your own. I find that eating snacks that are too oily make me a little too satisfied and I don’t really feel like working. Eating something cold, like grapes or juices really help me concentrate. I love a nice protein shake too, and I usually blend two table spoons of all plant protein powder, two oranges and one apple together for a nice protein shake, which is also great for a meal substitute if you’ve had a really heavy lunch and want something light for dinner. 
  9. Pre-download slides/notes - Usually, I bring my iPad/laptop to somewhere to study, and I don’t enable wifi unless I absolutely need to. That means I won’t get distracted on tumblr/buzzfeed/youtube and I still have my notes with me. I just use my phone to google things i really don’t know and so far its worked for me. 

SO YES. good luck ily this is great 10/10 would recommend :)

out of our hands

“a five part study on the effects of eye contact on perceived closeness”

Or the one where Harry is a psychology grad student who is running a study, and Adalyn is the girl who signs up for it.

a one shot i wrote for ash last summer that i didnt post on tumblr for some odd reason

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We’ve Gotcha

Title: We’ve Gotcha

Characters:  Gibbs, DiNozzo, McGee, Y/N (reader) -no pairing

Word count: 982

Warnings: fluffish, slight angst

A/N: I have a lot of Gibbs coming out rather close together, so I hope you don’t mind. </3 I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3

This was requested by @maybeinmylife: Could you write an imagine in which the reader starts to get hit on or in general feel uncomfortable at the office and the team (NCIS) comes to the rescue

It was just you and the suspect in the interrogation room.  You allowed the guy to be freed of his handcuffs; against Gibbs’ wishes of course.  You thought he would open up more if you displayed a small amount of trust.  You quickly started to regret your decision.

“I’m glad I get to talk to the sexier of the two agents,” the man sneered.  “You’d look a lot better if you undid a few of those buttons.”

You rolled your eyes, slapping the file onto the metal table.  “How about you tell me why your fingerprints are all over our crime scene,” you suggested.  “How do you know the Lieutenant?  Was he a friend?”  You spread out photos of the deceased Lieutenant, making sure that he looked them over.  “It would be best if you answered honestly, because I will find out the truth.  You’re already in enough trouble as is.”

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Saying there’s no proof of HL together or even living together but ignoring: looks, touches, hugs, kisspers, whispers, body language, domesticity, protectiveness, supportiveness, dream team, interactions, finishing each other’s sentences, always knowing what the other is thinking of or is about to say, jealousy, body language when the other one’s PR relationships are brought up, fond, living situation, when we’re home, house in L.A., the fucking giddiness when they so much as look at each other, the bubble when they only focus on each other, Louis looking for Harry when he doesn’t know where he disappeared, Harry looking for Louis when he doesn’t know where he went, coordinating their fucking wee breaks on 2 hr long concerts, where’s Harry where’s Louis gone, even as young as you are, sharing clothes, jeans, t-shirts, etc, their reaction to rings-engagement-marriage topics, the being MIA at the same time and reappearing on the same day for years, the being sick at the same time while every other band member is healthy, the blue and green, the bandana, the sharing cars, sharing hotel rooms, having the same friends, the mirroring, the tattoos, those fucking tattoos, the song lyrics???, like helloooo, the lyric changes, the throat lozenge, the we’re both kinda generous with each other, the we kind of share that really, the good lad good lad nice lil body, the fucking aimh tweet, and the family’s reaction when it beat Obama’s, the paris imterview, the video diaries, the turning away to hide his smile Tomlinson because he was so gone, the Script concert, the jumping in your arms because our band got formed, their tweets to each other, the way Louis tweeted at the asscrack of dawn about something English then disappeared for mia days, the serenading, the kicking away water bottles so you don’t fall face down, the bringing a new water bottle because i see yours is empty, the hey cutie have a nacho, the serenading, the watching each other on the big screens, the goofing around in the monitors, the other boys’ outing them, their OWN moms outing them, their own family outing them, their own friends outing them, their own co-workers outing them, other celebrities outing them, how the whole fucking world knows about them, their same habits in everything, they are legit morphing into the same person, the nicknames they use, the orbiting on stage, the secret touches, the sign language, the meal, the left and right sides respectively tattooed then used in bed for example, the fucking little spoon information, the lipbiting when looking at the other one when he’s not watching, the bruises, the innuendos, the horse rider, the he has one, the salt and vinegar, the fucking bears, the denials being a joke, the receipts, home, if i could fly, strong, happily, don’t let me go, something great, the fucking narrative, the fucking no pic of them for years and only them, and this became a long list and it’s way more than you ever wished for.

But you put all this firm and long theory into all kinds of unrealistic challenges and it is ridiculous, really.

You are in situations in your life constantly when you have to make decisions, you look up at the sky 400000 times your life and you are making immediate assumptions when seeing dark clouds and making a logical deduction SHIT IT’S GONNA RAIN.

This list I put here is the longest fucking rainstorm with clouds so dark that the only thing darker is the brain of those people who are still in denial.

so there are depression meals™, but what about depression outfits?

  • pajamas. you can’t be bothered to change so you just go the whole day wearing them
  • the same t-shirt and/or jeans for a few days
  • the one article of clothing that you hate and haven’t worn in years, because you don’t have the energy to do the laundry and it’s all you have that’s clean 
  • a nice, actually decent outfit that used to be your favorite. you wear it out in hopes that it will bring you confidence. it doesn’t feel special anymore

feel free to add on if you come up with anything else

Training With Dean

Dean x Reader

A/N: Feedback is always nice :) Tag list is at the bottom. Thanks for reading babes. Send in some requests if you want. Dean x Reader preferred <3 

edit: spelling and grammar fixed. my bad. 

Summary: Dean and you have been messing with each other for weeks. So you use it against him during a training session.

Warning: Fluff <—- kissing

Originally posted by sleepywinchester

“Come on!” Dean shouted at you as a couple of beads of sweat ran down his forehead and over his face before soaking into the crewneck collar of his light gray t-shirt.

You and Dean have been training all day. At first you thought it would be fun to train with Dean. You’ve seen his idea of exercise and figured that he’d be easier on you than Sam was last week. Sam wasn’t even this bad. Sam was gentle and soft, he didn’t yell at you to push harder but he didn’t let you slack off either.

Dean, he’s a different story. He’s been in your face since minute one. Yelling at you everytime your form was just slightly off. He pretended to be a vamp and you were suppose to “cut his head off” but when you thought you had him, he switched it on you and put you in a headlock.

“Dean I’m tired” you huff, out of breath. Leaning forward you go to grab your water bottle.

Out of nowhere Dean takes 3 large steps towards you and smacks the water bottle from your hand. The translucent dark blue container flies across the room and bounces off the wall as tiny droplets of water hit the floor, wall and ceiling.

“HEY!” You yell out “What the hell was that for?”

“Do you think a demon is going to let you stop to take a sip of water princess?” Dean mockingly slurs out his last word. He’s half grinning, knowing how much you hated when he calls you that.

Shaking your head you turn to grab the water bottle when you suddenly feel 2 large, strong hands around your waist pulling you backwards. Your back slams into Dean’s chest “Whoa, you think after a demon smacks your water from your hand he’s just going to let you go pick it up?” Dean laughs and you can feel it vibrate through his chest and onto your back.

“Seriously Dean?” you squirm, trying to free yourself but Dean’s arms are now locked together holding you in place.

“Yes Y/N” he holds you a little tighter “seriously.”

You continue to fight against him for another minute or so, and then it hit you and you stopped fighting.

“Aww you give up already?” Dean ask in baby talk.

When Dean asks, his arms relax a little. That’s his first mistake. Dean’s ego isn’t much different than that of a demon. Demons talk to much and when they think they’ve got you cornered or you seem like you’re just going to give up, they start getting sloppy.

Dean is the same way. This cat and mouse game you two have been playing is finally going to come in handy.

“Yeah Dean” you relax your body against his and lower your voice “I give up.”

He loosens his hold on you even more, allowing you enough room to spin yourself around in his arms to face him. Your chest against his. Both of your sweat now mixing together making a whole new scent that you could tell was giving Dean ideas.

You’re shorter than him so you have to tilt you head up to be eye to eye “I guess I’m never going to be able to save anyone or even be on my own now” you pout a little, really trying to sell this.

Dean places his hand under your chin and tries to search your eyes - he’s totally buying this - as he bites his bottom lip between his teeth.

“It’s okay” he finally spoke “That’s why you have me and Sam” he reassures you.

“Yeah?” you ask him in your sweetest innocent voice.

Dean smiles “yeah.”

You look back down, getting ready for you attack, when Dean lifts your chin up again. This time he doesn’t search your eyes, he looks directly at you mouth.

Just as you open your mouth to say something back Dean’s lips are crashing into yours. His hands gripping onto your waist. It surprised you at first but you quickly melt into his arms. Your mouths moving perfectly in sync with each other.

The tip of his tongue glides across your bottom lip, wanting more. You grant him access and your tongue start to perform a dance together. Almost like you’ve both done this before, but you haven’t.

Dean’s fingers grabbing and massaging the skin on your hips perfectly, making little almost inaudible moans escape you. Moans that Dean was more than happy to drink in.

When He finally pulled away you both looked into each other’s eye for what felt like hours but was only a few seconds “Wow” you breathed out, still trying to caught your breath.

“What?” Dean grinned “Not what you were expecting?” He chuckled.

You pulled him in real close and slipped your right foot behind his “Nope” you smiled hard “I was actually expecting this.” You quickly swiped your right foot to the side, while pushing onto Dean’s body so that he would fall.

Dean hit the floor with a loud thump as you came crashing down on top of him. Now straddling his hips and your knife, the one you keep in your boot, against his neck your smile returns “The trick is to distract them” you educated him “make them vulnerable.”

“You plan on making out with every demon you encounter?” Dean laughed.

“If I have to” you exclaim and wink at him.

Dean taps your leg signaling that he’s out. You rotate your body a little to put your blade back in your boot but the moment you turn your attention away from Dean he flips you over and is now on top of you, straddling your hips and holding you down by your wrist.

“I don’t think they’d complain” he bites his bottom lip again and looks to you for permission to kiss you again. You bite your lip and nod.

He leans down, the weight of him on top of you makes you feel nervous and safe all at the same time. This kiss was a lot gentler than the first one.

Dean pulls away, ghosting his lips over yours “I need a shower” he whisper, his lips barely touching yours “you?” he asks sheepishly.

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anonymous asked:

What do you imagine the companions wearing if they were in modern times?

Cait: There’s not a doubt in my mind that Cait would wear crop tops and skinny jeans. On a hotter day, she’ll pull off high-waisted shorts.

Codsworth: The finest stainless steel plating that money can buy.

Curie: She’d wear everything from flannels and jeans to summer dresses. She really likes dressing up, and she looks good in everything she puts on.

Danse: A t-shirt with an unbuttoned button-up over it, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Nice, dark jeans with a belt, and everything’s tucked in and neat.

Deacon: He doesn’t have a set outfit. Sure, he often sticks to t-shirts and jeans, but one time he went out in public wearing a sundress with high heels and thigh highs.

Dogmeat: A collar, like the good dog he is. He probably tends to get out a lot, so he’s gotta have it on all of the time.

Hancock: He loves hoodies and t-shirts, and sweatpants that look like they’re just a little bit too big on him.

MacCready: He’s never had a fashion sense in his life. That said, everything is telling me to say that he owns a pair of those pants where there is a zipper at the knee that you can unzip to make them into shorts. Also t-shirts. And he’s had the same jacket for probably 15 years of his life.

Nick: Assuming he’s still a detective, he’d probably have the Messy Detective Aesthetic. Loose tie, collared shirt, slacks, the trench-coat if it gets too cold out.

Piper: She has a strange fondness for finger-less gloves and scarves. 

Preston: Sweater vests. He loves sweater vests and khakis. On weekends, you can find him in Civil War Reenactments with his buddies.

Strong: You remember those black t-shirts with the white text that said “got milk?” Yeah.

X6-88: Black clothes. Black shoes. He doesn’t take his sunglasses off. People wonder if he gets too hot in the summer but he doesn’t show signs of being uncomfortable. He probably wears trench coats in the middle of July, just because.


Ugly Duckling 

Imagine: Gladys “Juniper” Jones is the twin sister of Jughead. The two are pretty similar; they dress alike, act alike, and overall are definitely twins. One day Juniper decides to dress a little more outside of her comfort zone, and faces the harsh repercussions. 

A/N: Om my god, I love Riverdale so much. Jughead is my smol bean that I will protect at all costs! Honestly, though all the characters are so great (looking  😏) and I can’t get enough. I have already fallen head over heels for this fandom and have decided to write an imagine. This is going to a multi-part fic, with some Reggie action because honestly, Reggie is just precious. This part doesn’t give him some good light, but just wait and it will get good.

Veronica places a small piece of cloth on my lap. I hold the shirt at arm’s length and examine it. It is very small. Holding it against my chest it doesn’t even reach my belly button. “I’m not going to take no for an answer,”

I scrunch my nose looking at my reflection. “It’s kinda small,”

“That’s the point,” Veronica rests her chin on my shoulder. I lock gazes with her reflection. A sigh escapes her lips. “Okay, here,”

She pulls a denim jacket from her closet to pair with the shirt. Betty chimes in from her spot on Veronica’s bed. “Now we definitely aren’t taking a no,”

“Fine,” Betty and Veronica squeal simultaneously.

~ ~ ~

The next morning I stare at the front of the school apprehensively. Should I even go in? I pull at the hem of the crop top that barely grazes my belly button. I release one last breath and walk into school. Heads turn as I walk past and I receive many incredulous stares.

“DAMN!” Veronica and Betty are at the end of the hall walking over. Veronica scans my outfit. “Juni, you’re so hot!”

I can feel the heat creeping up my neck. Betty takes me by the shoulders giving me her signature warm smile. “She’s right, Juni! You look amazing,”

“Juni is that you? You look so hot!” Kevin walks up and pushes Betty aside to get a good look at my outfit. “If I wasn’t gay you’d definitely be on my list,”

“Thanks, guys,” I adjust the strap on my shoulder and head down the hall. The other fall in step behind me. “I’m just worried what Jughead will think,”

“You didn’t see him?”

“Not exactly, I’ve kinda been avoiding him,” Veronica slaps my shoulder. Just then the first bell rings and I back away from the group. “I’ll see you guys later!”

For the remainder of the day, I get other compliments along the lines of ‘you look great’ and ‘nice outfit’. Some guys were a little more outright and said ‘you look hot’ but I appreciated the compliments nonetheless. It’s weird to see the reaction after changing from my normal attire of jeans and a t-shirt.

Since Jughead is working on the Blue and Gold with Betty and will be out late, I have to catch a ride with our friend Archie. My gaze is on the floor as I amble down the hallway towards the locker room.

“Hey, Wednesday Addams!” My body tenses when I hear the familiar nickname. I quicken my pace trying to flee the situation. My hands clench into tight fists.  “Guys, I don’t think twisted twin here heard us,”

Chuck and his Goons quickly surround me and corner me against a locker. Chuck’s gaze travels across my body sending chills down my spine. “Nice outfit,”

No words come out of my mouth. Unlike my brother who has a way with words, my brain short circuits in situations like these leaving me mute. “Too bad you’re just an ugly duckling thinking she can be a swan,”

The laughter from the group of guys surrounding me sounds like hammers against my skull. My heart pounds against my chest and my breathing quickens. “You know what, though?”

Chuck leans on the locker beside me so that his face is only millimeters from mine. “Do you like maple syrup?”

“You would really get with trailer trash like that?” Moose furrows his brows staring at me like I am just dirt under his feet. I swallow the lump in my throat. Please, just go away.

“Here’s the thing about trash. You use it once and then throw it away,” The guys erupt in laughter patting Chuck on his back for his clever word-play. I use this moment as a chance to break away.

I run to the boys’ locker room only a few doors away, hoping that Archie is still here. The locker room is oddly quiet when I walk in. “A-archie?”

When there is no response I realize that I’m alone. I lean my head back against a locker and sink to the ground. Tears roll down my cheeks. I bury my head in my arms rested on my knees. Why was I stupid enough to dress like this?

“Juniper?” I jump to my feet as Reggie emerges from behind a locker. He looks at the tears on my cheeks which I wipe away with the sleeve of my jacket.

“What? Are you here to finish off the job? Tell me I am delusional for thinking I could ever dress nice, could be anything other than trash you will throw away? I think your goons got that covered,”

I storm out of the locker room. My body hits something hard. Jughead takes my face in his hands holding it up for inspection. “What happened?”

“J-juggie. I-I just couldn’t d-do anything,” I choke out between sobs. Jughead buries my face in his chest rubbing my back. I soak his shirt with tears.

“It’s okay, Junie. I’ll fix it,”