i am stupid do not mind me

anonymous asked:

I have a chance to study from some amazing doctors in the ER but I’m so shy. In everyday life I am loud, brave and a risk-taker but there I’m just like “wow, I’m so dumb”. I even forget the most trivial stuff when they ask me questions, it’s so frustrating because I know I’m not stupid and am usually good with people. Do you have any advice? (I’m a med student)

Hi there, anon!

We’ve all been there; especially as a med student. I remember coming home feeling completely ashamed and exhausted from all the negative self-talk I pummeled my mind with on a daily basis. So I would tell you what I wish someone told me:

1. The more time you spend on thinking about how “dumb” or “stupid” you were yesterday, the more time you waste in the present to learn and engage in your environment. One of the hardest things I had to learn during clerkships was to forgive myself for my mistakes. We’re all perfectionists, to some degree and we are our worst critics. But if you cannot forgive yourself, it doesn’t matter how much your resident or attending tells you it’s okay. You have to start with you. 

2. EVERY SINGLE PERSON feels like the biggest idiot on the rotation that means the most to them. Because you want to do well, you want to put your best foot forward. 

3. No one is looking for perfection. They are looking for tenacity and passion. That is literally all anyone is looking for. I never remember how smart or dumb are my med students’ questions. I remember if they are polite. If they are helpful. Did they try. Were they team players. Would they make an effort. Even if they got something wrong, were they trying? That’s what counts.

4. No one expects you to remember everything they say. I certainly don’t remember everything. That’s why my pens and notebooks and cellphone photo album called “medical stuff” exists. And I often say “I don’t know”. It’s part of medicine! 

5. And to re-emphasize: we all remember what it was like. And we want you to succeed. Anyone who is going to be unkind to a genuine, passionate med student who is doing their best is an asshole. 

I hope that helps a bit, let me know how it goes!



Free The Animal

Word Count: 6k

Genre: Smut, Angst (will I ever stop being emo?)

Author’s Note: You ever forget that you’re a fanfic writer then you write a fic so bad you remember how much of a hack you are? Yeah welcome to my fic :’D

dom!jungkook- fuckboi!jungkook- fuckbuddy relationship- dirty talk- thigh riding mention because damn even I am not immune to his thighs- inspired by Sia’s song and part of the song drabble game. You can find links to the rest of them on my masterlist

Loving You To Death (Sequel)

There he was with his hands up some girl’s skirt, grinding on her like he was trying to fuck her through their clothes, the fucking pig. You huff and turn to your friend who gives you an exasperated look, “___, just go and grab him by the dick and tell him he can’t fucking do that.”

“He can do whatever the fuck he wants to do, even if that is a bleach blonde bitch with a tan that makes her look like an Oompa Loompa.” That was pretty low, you admit. It wasn’t the girl’s fault that Jungkook had chosen her for the night. But seriously, there was a limit to tanning, this was just harmful to the eyes.

“No, he can’t because you’re together.” Your friend, Hwasa, sounds pretty fed up with you.

“No, we’re not. We’re just fuck buddies and we agreed that we’re not exclusive right from the start.” Why wasn’t she understanding this? You’d explained it to her a thousand times.

“I don’t care what bullshit you told each other. All I care about is what I see, and that is two idiots constantly doing all they can to piss each other off because they can’t communicate like adults.”

“What are you even talking about? Jungkook is not trying to piss me off. He’s just being himself. Which is admittedly annoying in and of itself but you know…”

“Then why did he do nothing the past three days but play video games while you were off galavanting with Jin, only to start making out with some girl the minute you make an appearance?”

“He did?” You asked surprised, only to check yourself back and shrug it off. “I don’t know, he must have just not felt like it.”

“Oh my god, save me from these two idiots.” Hwasa cries then takes you by the shoulder and starts shaking you, “He’s fucking jealous because you took Jin to meet your family and not him so he’s trying to piss you off. Why? Because he likes you. And you’re pissed off. Why? Because you like him. Now can you get that through your thick skull or do I have to beat it into you?”

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honestly there are two kinds of people who make history posts on this blue hellsite, and they’re all either



“okay so unlike you basic bitches who can’t read, i’ve been doing some actual research so guess what? i, a 20-something in my first year of college, am now the only and leading expert on my chosen topic. yall better listen to me bc i’m right and you’re wrong, you uneducated babies. my interpretation of the source material is now absolute truth and yours is stupid and yall should be happy that i’m even telling you this, you worthless slime people, so fuck off. i despise my audience”

100 Reasons to Study:

I never expected this “reasons to study” thing to get so many submissions, and as it takes me so long to post them all, I decided to do a bulk post of some so here they are:

(If I haven’t included a url, it was submitted by an anon).

  1. To prove people that “bad” students can become excellent students too.
  2. To expand your knowledge of the world.
  3. To look back on your success in ten years time. (Submitted byadxlastudies)
  4. To not let my mental illness define my grades. (Submitted bymusicandmaths)
  5. I study because I am privileged enough to have the opportunity. I study because I have no one getting in my way telling me I can’t. I study because I want to do some real good in this world. I study because I live in a country where being female has no significant disadvantage; and so, I take this opportunity so that I may make future opportunities for those who don’t have them. (Submitted by crimson-voltaire)
  6. My reason for studying is how I’ll get to where I want to be in my life which is successful, comfortable, and happy.
  7. I study to make my mum happy and proud.
  8. I study to prove my anxiety wrong!
  9. I study because I want to save lives.
  10. I study because my grandpa, orphaned during WWII when he was 8, worked 4 days a week in a mine to learn for 2 days. He’s retired after 40 years of working in diplomacy, for the last 5 years as an ambassador. He’s my role model. And I love him so much.
  11. I study because my primary school teacher from when I was 6 replied “Well who would think that?” when my mother informed her I was going to university. I study so I can tell her “Why would you not think that?”
  12. I study because I want to give myself the best future I possibly can as a black woman. (Submitted by n-marlzz)
  13. I study because my dreams are improbable. But not impossible. I will achieve them. (Submitted by redheadbecool)
  14. I study because even though I can’t imagine having a future, I want one. (Submitted by stxdys)
  15. I study so that I can be surrounded by the right people at school, at home, at work, and on Tumblr. You can only walk the path that you choose for yourself, so choose wisely. Pave your path with bricks, not straw.
  16. I study because last year I was in a mental hospital for young people and I discovered that I want my death to mean something.
  17. I study because diseases have haunted my family for long enough, and cancer deserves to be taken down once for all.
  18. I study because my father left school at age 13 to work to provide for his family and he has been working ridiculously hard ever since so I can have an education.
  19. I study to be self reliant and to get more answers. The concept of being independent is attractive to me, and if i study hard enough, i will be able to live freely without relying on my parents. The thought of getting answers is a huge satisfaction.
  20. I study because I told my ex, “Watch me go to Harvard”. So oops.
  21. Because I want to have a well paying job which means I can eventually travel the world one day.
  22. I study because I love to be productive really just in love with the feeling of it being noon and already have gotten everything done that I needed for that day. (Submitted by revision-babe)
  23. I want and I like to study because I believe that we as humans have the responsibility of maintain and grow the knowledge people developed in the past. How could we waist all those efforts to try know this wonderful world a little better?  (Submitted by mochilunar-universe​)
  24. I study because my Dad went through a lot of work to get to this country so that I could have a good life and a good education, and I’m not going to waste all his good efforts and take him and my education for granted.
  25. Because I believe I can do it and I won’t let their words stop me. (Submitted by truly-written-by-me)
  26. I study for my own sense of achievement! I’m also really motivated by my boyfriend who is very clever and works really hard. I want to get a first in my masters this year and I will!  (Submitted by @orchidbeam)
  27. I study for Nicki Minaj, she would be proud of me, and all the other women in the world. I hope that my degree will put me in the position to make a better world for all my sisters out there and the little ones.
  28. I study because my family isn’t as rich as our family friends, and other families always make fun about what my dad does for a living. I want to change that and make sure the only thing others talk about is how amazing we turned out and what a good career I’m going into.
  29. I study to make my parent’s hardships (moving to America, to provide a better life for my siblings and I) worth it.
  30. My reason to study is to show myself and everyone I am stronger than my mental illness and to prove everyone who said it would stop me from getting anywhere wrong.
  31. I study so I can change the world for the better.
  32. I study because I want to help my family, to fulfil my dreams and save lives.
  33. To be a champion.
  34. I want to study in order to prove myself and people that being dyslexic and dysorthographic doesn’t mean being stupid.  (Submitted bybritannicusmyfav)
  35. I love to learn,and I want to know about all the things I missed because of school system. (Submitted by @seshet)
  36. I study because I want to be the first sibling to go straight into uni without transferring from a community college.
  37. I want to study so that I can transfer out from a community college to a really good university so that people won’t think the decision I made to go to community college was bad. Also to make my DAD super proud!
  38. I study because I want to be the best version of myself.
  39. I study to make those who have taken care of me proud, to show them they did a good job. I also study for myself, to prove that I can fulfil my goals and that everyone who has ever made fun of me just pushed me forward instead of putting the boot in. Getting a good job to live with my boyfriend would be a great plus! We all need motivation, and what’s better to motivate oneself than dreams to fulfil! Here are mine. (~Submitted bystudy-littleidlegirl)
  40. I study because I never want to stop learning about myself and the world we live in.
  41. I study so I’m educated enough to take down the haters in an articulate way so I feel accomplished when leaving the situation.
  42. I study to ensure that when I’m actively in politics, only weak minded people will be able to scorn me due to my ethnic background or religion (or something stupid along those lines) instead of the immaculate policies and work I am carrying out.
  43. I study to become successful in my future and because I have a passion for learning. (Submitted by baklavugh)
  44. I study because I don’t have anything else to do. I guess it keeps me so busy that I don’t have time to think how lonely I am.
  45. Because it makes me happy to see my hard work paid off and also ensures a better future than I would have if I didn’t study well. (Submitted by h4rshitaa)
  46. I study to be able to pursue the career I want. For the thrill of knowledge, the security of understanding. For the way it shapes how I interpret the world. I study not because it is something I must do, but because it is something that is a part of who I am.  (Submitted by @audesapare)
  47. I study to improve my mind so I can understand deeply the things people thought I was not capable of understanding. I study so I can live the most fulfilled life possible. I take every second of this life as a chance to learn and improve myself.
  48. Because I’m going to prove girls are useful for more then just looks and a sex object.
  49. I study to open doors of opportunity. I study to improve my and others lives. I study to feel good when I go to sleep. I study to feel confident with my ability. I study to prove to myself what I can do.
  50. Because I want to show to my child that everything needed effort and passion. Also I want to show how important knowledge is, as a mom and as a housewife. (Submitted by studymamapartiallyhousewife)
  51. I study because it makes me happy to know I am in control of my future.
  52. I study because I am curious.
  53. So that I won’t have to struggle like my parents are financially.  (Submitted by study-sugar)
  54. I study because I want my single mother who has worked so hard for my education to live a better life when she’s older. I want her to look at me in the future, sitting in my office in a law firm and telling herself “it was all worth it”.
  56. I study so that I can be proud of the person that I am.
  57. I study because I want independence. After my bachelor’s degree I plan to be able to continue into further study such as an MA and support myself. I am an only child which has always led my family to be over protective and education will always be my way in holding my own in the world.
  58. I study so I can have the freedom to leave where I am now and actually be happy for a change. Without studying I wouldn’t be able to get the job nor satisfaction in life I know I deserve.
  59. I study because it’s the one thing I can decide for myself.
  60. I study because knowledge is power and I never want to feel inferior to anyone or have any regrets. I don’t want anything to hold me back from achieving my dreams. (Submitted by shreestudies)
  61. I study so I’m not so nervous for tests. Also to improve myself and my learning.
  62. I study because I have a huge thirst for knowledge. I love to learn and allow that to change me as a person for the better. I love being able to understand the world around me and contribute my opinions that have been developed from what I’ve learned. (Submitted bymymindssecretpalace)
  63. I want to be a successful person in life. I can use my intelligence to help those in need. Besides, people won’t belittle or pick on my appearance! ✌
  64. I study because I want to help others and make people aware that how important it is to be literate. (Submitted by anashiv)
  65. I study to show that I have potential. I study to show my learning disabilities and adhd is not me. I study because I want to grow. I study to be the person I know I can be, the person I know I am.
  66. I’m so tired of not passing my tests, of feeling like I don’t know the material. I have testing anxiety which prevents me from doing well. I want to study enough that I feel so comfortable with the material and the anxiety goes away. I want to study so I can begin feeling proud of myself and all my accomplishments.
  67. To help those struggling with different mental illnesses and help them see a better light.
  68. Because I want to build that building.
  69. I study because I want to prove all my male teachers and friends, that not only boys are learning the best, and if I want to, I can beat them all!
  70. I want to study to make my parents proud after all the sacrifices they made for me and to succeed so my family and I can live a better life.
  71. I study because I love to learn new things. (Submitted by ki-soonal)
  72. I study to find a solution to stop the passing on of the genes for hereditary diseases. As in to reduce risk of young children being diagnosed with hereditary diseases.
  73. To get that dream job and slay everyone who said it was too difficult for me.
  74. Because education is awesome.
  75. So I can change the world.
  76. To give my mom and dad the life they deserve! (Submitted by samiya-malik)
  77. Because everything is a competition and I must be best. (Submitted by letustudy)
  78. To prove to myself and others that I can do anything I set my mind to. (Submitted by studiousstudying)
  79. So when you are taking a test/exam your anxiety and stress levels are lower. (Submitted by introvertedturtlequeen)
  80. I study because I want to know I’ve earned everything I achieve.
  81. The biggest reason I study is that all of my friends are incredibly smart and when I was younger I wanted to prove to them that I could keep up, but now that I’ve decided that I don’t need to compete, I study just because it makes me feel good. (Submitted by queen-elbow)
  82. I study because the world is an interesting place, and I want to know it as deeply as possible. (Submitted by matchamonstr)
  83. I study because I am so sick and tired of seeing my mom struggle, all because she didn’t have a good education. I don’t want to wake up to a job I absolutely dread, and be paid minimum wage. I want to say “thanks mom, I can take care of you now.”
  84. I study to grow big enough to reach my high hopes. (Submitted by seriousstudygirl)
  85. To see the look on my mum and dad’s face when they see my results. (Submitted by seizethesaturday)
  86. I study because I love to crush my enemies. I like to see the looks on their faces when they see me succeed. (Submitted by dirtylaundry-emptystyrofoam)
  87. I study because I feel the need to prove to the world that I am more than a child prodigy that burnt out one day. I need to prove to myself that I’m just as good, if not better than I used to be. That I’ve got places to go and people to prove wrong.
  88. I study because I love to teach and I want to know everything that I can so that I can more clearly convey things to others, and to be able to make connections across topics to make things personal and interesting to them. (Submitted by the-homework-fandom)
  89. My dream as a little girl was “to be the most smartest person ever” and I still don’t know what else to do. (Submitted by polaroceanographer)
  90. To create room for the real me in the future.
  91. My reason for studying is so I can get into the university I want, and not have to travel away to one. (Submitted by iggythedragonslayer)
  92. To get a well paid job so my children can have the best possible life.
  93. My reason to study is to prove to my parents and myself that I can achieve my goals without the help of others. My reason to study is to gain valuable knowledge, NOT just for a grade.  (Submitted by barbstudies)
  94. To prove to myself that I am strong and can reach my goals. (Submitted by scared-robot
  95. I study so I have a chance of getting into the United States Air Force academy… 
  96. I study so I am offered to meet interesting people that are also studying the same field as I am. (Submitted by ghostsname)
  97. I’ll study so I can live relaxed as a cat in Hokkaido.
  98. *Shia LaBoeuf voice* JUST DO IT
  99. So I can prove myself that I am, indeed, intelligent and not just some bimbo with a hollow head. (Submitted by study-guerassimovna)
  100. Because learning new things and having a more informed view of the world is beautiful. (Submitted by studism)
Straight Outta Surgery

Warnings: surgery (not in detail), high Shawn, fluff (u should know this by now

Summary: Shawn’s high after his surgery, and, in Aaliyah’s wise words, it’s very interesting.

Word count: 750+

A/N: if you read this and you like the fic, send me an anonymous confession of anything (i mainly put this here to see if anyone reads the stuff before the fic, so if u do, send me stufffff)

Also, Shawn had that nose surgery a while ago? Yes, this is it.

Beta: @hazeleyedcat (this girl is seriously the only thing keeping me sane)


“Mrs. Mendes?” A doctor came into the waiting room, clipboard in his hand and stethoscope around his neck.

“That’s me.” You smiled, standing up.

“Your husband is out of surgery now. You can wait inside with him until the nurses give you his medication.” The doctor nodded for you two to follow him. 

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He likes you! // Bill Denbrough

Word Count: 1558 

Summary- Your best friend, Beverly, takes you to the Quarry to see the boys after another night of your parents fighting.

Warnings; N/A

A/n; It’s a bit longer than normal, but hopefully makes up for the lack of imagines I’ve been posting, I didn’t realize how many ships I’d get!

Requested; Yes! I altered the requests a bit because they were so similar, and I didn’t wanna write it twice x

req;  Hi! Can you do a Billxreader imagine where you’re bests friends with Beverly because things weren’t going well at your house and you’re staying with her since that and one day she invites you to the lake and the other boys tease Bill because of his crush on you? Thanks!

req; Hi! Can you do a Billxreader imagine where you stand up to Greta because she starts bullying Beverly and she becomes your friends and introduces you to the losers club at the lake and the boys tease Bill?


“What are you doing?” You asked your ‘friend’ Greta, as she and your two other friends were standing menacingly by the doors of the school, in front of a girl. Beverly Marsh, you recognized her from your English class. “Having some fun, and teaching this little shit a lesson.” She replied, smirking at the girl. “How’s it feel, slut?” “Make up your mind, Greta. Am I a slut? Or a little shit?” Beverly retorted, taking a puff of her cigarette. You knew the rumors about her were fake, and frankly, you felt bad for the poor girl. “Leave her alone, Greta.” You rolled your eyes, turning to the queen bee of your school. “Excuse me?” She asked, crossing her arms.

“Are you stupid?” You asked, and Greta glared fiercely in your direction. “Watch it, Y/N. Do you really want to be a loser, like the slut over here?” She asked, gesturing to the smoking teen. “Yeah, I would rather be her friend than yours. She’s a lot better than you.” You said, not missing a beat. “I’m disappointed, Y/N.” Greta said, pouting mockingly. “I’m not. You’re a terrible person, Greta. Go to hell.” You said, and she scoffed, walking away, your other two friends following suit. “Sorry about her.” You said, leaning on the wall.

Beverly looked at you, confused. “Why did you help me? I thought you were Greta’s friend.” “Yeah, an unfortunate thought, isn’t it?” You sighed. “I’m not the best at making friends, Greta’s the only one who pitied me enough to let me hang out with her.” You said, rolling your eyes. “Well, I’m not the best at friendship either, but we can give it a try? It’s the least I could do.” Bev offered, a kind smile on her face. “Sure. Y/N L/N, nice to meet you.” “Beverly Marsh.” 

That was the day she became your best friend.

“Why do we have to fight like this every fucking day?!” Your father screamed, exasperated. “Because you can’t get it into your idiotic head!” Your mother retorted. They’d been fighting for a solid hour, and you were trying to do anything to keep your mind off of it. Eventually, you gave up. You packed an overnight bag, and stormed out of your room. “I’m going to Beverly’s house.” You interrupted their heated bickering, watching their angry gazes shift to you. “Excuse me?” Your father asked, annoyed.

“I’m going to Beverly’s house.” Your repeated, not giving them a chance to reply because you were already out the door. “Y/N L/N, get back here!” Your father called, but you simply ignored him. It wasn’t the first time this happened, and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last. Beverly was kind enough to let you stay at her house. Her father didn’t mind you, because you were a girl and you were polite. You jumped on your bike, and rode the short distance to her house.

You parked your bike next to hers, climbing the short distance up the steps to her door. Knocking, you shivered as the wind blew against you gently. The door swung open, to reveal a confused Mr. Marsh. “Oh, Y/N. I didn’t know you were coming tonight.” He said, a slight annoyed tone to his voice, but overall it was a welcoming and kind statement. “Sorry, Mr. Marsh.” You said, sheepishly. He looked back and calling out “Bevvy! Y/N’s here!” before opening the door and allowing you inside.

Bev came running out, happily hugging you and dragging you almost immediately to her room. She didn’t have to ask what you were doing here, she already could tell. Not only by the look on your face, but just because it was such an often occurrence, she merely had everything ready for a sleepover daily. “I’m so sorry I have to burden you with this, Bev. If you ever don’t want me here, tell me.” You spoke, sadly. “Y/N, don’t be ridiculous. You’re my best friend.” Bev said, changing into her pajamas.

“I know, Bev, but I’m here so often..” you said, sighing. You wished it wasn’t this way, but what could you do? Your parents were always fighting, and you didn’t have many friends other than Beverly, so you were in the house a lot of the time with them, despite wanting to escape almost every minute of everyday. There was never silence in that house, and you never had fun there. It was a living hell. It was your living hell.

“I really don’t want to go home..” You whispered, a tear sliding out of your eye. “Hey, I know you don’t really feel comfortable around the boys, but why don’t you come to the Quarry with us tomorrow?” Bev asked, placing a hand on your shoulder, her tone pleading. She knew how hard it was for you to walk back into your house everyday.

“For once, would it be okay if I said yes? I don’t want to intrude on your club meeting, but.. I left pretty early in, and it was already bad. I have a feeling I don’t want to be there tomorrow.” You said, sheepishly wiping away the few tears that ran down your cheeks. “Of course it’s not a problem, Y/N. All the boys think you’re great, even if you think they don’t want you there.” Bev reassured, pausing before sending a suggestive look your way. “What…?” You asked, tentatively.

“You know.. Bill’s gonna be there.” She said, winking at you. You turned bright red, groaning. You’d made the mistake to tell Beverly about your crush on one of her best friends; Bill Denbrough. You loved Bev, she was more family to you than both your parents combined, but wow she needed to relax on trying to get you and Bill together She ‘ships’ it, and won’t leave you alone about it. “Let’s just go to bed.” You said, rolling your eyes, and climbing into bed, Bev following suit.

The next morning, you both awoke early, quickly getting dressed and leaving as soon as physically possible. Though Mr. Marsh was nice enough to you, he wasn’t exactly someone you wanted to be around for a long period of time. Not to mention how uncomfortable Beverly was around him. Climbing on your bike, you smiled as you began to bike. As you approached the quarry, the feeling you weren’t wanted consumed you again. “Are you sure they won’t mind me being there, Bev?” You asked, nervously.

“Oh please, Y/N. Even if they did, Bill would probably beat the shit out of them because he’s in love with you.” She said, nonchalantly. Your cheeks flushed, and you were happy you were biking in front of her, as she couldn’t see how red your face had turned by the mere mention of him. Arriving at the Quarry, you saw all the boys standing with their backs to you, in their underwear.

Bev immediately stripped, and you followed her lead, shyly. You weren’t ashamed of your body, but you weren’t exactly the most social person ever, and you hardly talked to the losers. Meeting them for the first time, officially, while you’re almost naked? Not exactly your favorite plan. “Hey, losers!” Bev called, moving the attention onto the two of you.

You saw Bill’s face flush as his eyes fell on you with little clothing on, but before anything could be said, Beverly grabbed your hand, pulling you with her, and running straight off the cliff. “WHAT THE FUCK?” Someone, who you assumed (from what Beverly told you), was Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier. You landed in the water with a loud splash, the water refreshing after biking in the blazing heat.

“Coming, sissies?” Bev called, and reluctantly, the boys jumped in, one by one. Bill immediately swam over to you, his nervousness practically radiating off of him. “H-H-Hi Y/N.” Bill stuttered. “Hi, Bill.” you said, shyly. “W-W-Want t-t-to b-be my p-partner?” He asked, and you furrowed your brows, confused. “For what?”

Water wrestling. That’s what. You two won, knocking Richie off almost instantly. You two beat the entire group; and the others wore smirks as you and Bill, the last of the group, swam in. “What are those looks for?” You asked, confused. Bill was shaking his head behind you, glaring at the others. “Billie’s got a cru-ush!” Richie shouted, running behind Ben, who threw his arms up in surrender. “S-S-Sh-shut up-p, R-Richie.” Bill stuttered, flustered.

A wave of confidence washed over you, and praying Bev wasn’t lying to you, you took a chance, spinning around and grabbing Bill’s neck, pulling him down and smashing your lips onto his. “FINALLY!” Richie screamed. It didn’t take long for Bill to wrap his arms around you, kissing you back. A wave of cheers followed from the rest of the losers. “I told you he liked you, Y/N!” Bev cheered, and you could hear the others agreeing. You pulled away, smiling as you saw Bill’s flushed cheeks. “I like you, Y/N.” Bill whispered, breathless. “I’d hope so.” You chuckled, turning back to the group, Bill’s hand clamped tightly in yours. “Hey Bev, you’re right for once in your life!” You teased.

Bev smiled, proudly, and the others snickered. It took a moment for Beverly to fully understand what you’d said. “HEY!”

Prompt Requests!

Hey guys I got super bored so here is a prompt list, I don’t have any time limits for this one so just request them if you want whenever! Also feel free to use these for you’re own blogs!

1. Go to hell”
2. “Fuck You”
3. "Fuck me!”
4. “Fuck”
5. "I’m so happy I could kiss you”
6. "Forever?” …"Forever!”
7. "Sorry I’m late”
8. "I’m so sorry…”
9. "Why me?”
10. "Stop it!”
11. "Don’t you dare!”
12. "Truth or Dare?’
13. "Do you trust me?” …"Always”
14. "Don’t you trust me?”
15. "What? Didn’t see that coming?”
16. "Please come home safe…”
17. "I can’t lose you, Not again…”
18. "Take it out on me…”
19. "What happened?”
20. "Have you been crying?”
21. "I always know”
22. "It’s midnight, what do you want?”
23. "Kiss me”
24. "Why?”
25. ”Son of a bitch”
26. "How are you?”
27. "Where have you been?”
28. "I swear”
29. "You don’t need to be demanding”
30. "I need a strong drink and some pain killers”
31. "This is the end, isn’t it?”
32. "I miss you”
33. "See you at home”
34. "You, me, bed now”
35. "Care to explain?”
36. "Can we please_____”
37. "For the love of god”
38. "We can never catch a break can we?”
39. "Now, where’s the fun in that?”
40. "Do me a favour? Stand back.”
41. "Stand down”
42. "Hold me”
43. "You better hope my mom doesn’t find out”
44. "Where are we?”
45. "Did you even look at a map?”
46. "Hallelujah”
47. "Is that blood?”
48. “Do you want me to leave?”
49. "I swear it won’t happen again.”
50. "I’m not jealous.”
51. "You can’t keep doing this.”
52. "I’m going to take care of you, okay?”
53. "You can’t die. Please don’t die.”
54. "You did what?!”
55. "Were you ever going to tell me?”
56. "Don’t ask me that.”
57. "Say it!”
58. "I could kiss you right now!”
59. "Are you still awake…?”
60. "Excuse you?”
61. "This is all your fault!”
62. "I shouldn’t be in love with you.”
63. "I could kill you right now!”
64. "Just admit I’m right.”
65. "That doesn’t even make sense.”
66. "That’s irrational.”
67. "Just pretend to be my date.”
68. "Are you really going to leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”
69. "When you love someone, you don’t just stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Especially then!”
70. "I think I’ve been holding myself from falling in love with you all over again.”
71. "I’m not going to apologise for this. Not anymore.”
72. "That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant.”
73. "It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”
74. "Can I sit here? The other tables are full.”
75. "You weren’t supposed to laugh!”
76. "This is, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”
77. "I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”
78. "Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.”
79. "Did I say that out loud?”
80. "Do you think you could have loved me?”
81. "Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”
82. "How long have you been standing there?”
83. "Have I ever lied to you?”
84. "Have you lost your fucking mind?”
85. "I am not losing you again!”
86. "I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
87. "When I picture myself happy… It’s with you.”
88. "I made a mistake.”
89. "I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.”
90. "I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.”
91. "I think I’m in love with you and that scares me half to death.”
92. "I’m not good enough for you.”
93. "I fell in love with my best friend.”
94. "I’m sorry, what? I keep getting lost in your eyes.”
95. "I’m up to the challenge.”
96. "I’m yours.”
97. "If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”
98. "If you go anywhere near them, you’ll have to deal with me!”
99. "It’s okay to cry…”
100. "Talk to me.”
101. "Look at me—just breathe, okay?”
102. "Look, I don’t have much time, but I wanted to say I love you.”
103. "Well, this is where I live.”
104. "What are you afraid of?”
105. "You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me.”
106. "You deserve so much better.”
107. "You don’t have to stay.”
108. "You don’t know you the way I do.”
109. "You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
110. "You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”
111. "You shouldn’t have even been there!”
112. "You weren’t supposed to hear that.”
113. "You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”
114. "Teach me?”
115. "We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?”
116. "Looks like we’ll be stuck here for a while.”
117. "Just once.”
118. "I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
119. "It’s not what it looks like.”
120. "I got you a present.”
121. "Hey! I was gonna eat that!”
122. "See, now, what that so bad?”
123. “You’re the best part of me.”
124. "I don’t want to think about what I’d be like without you.”
125. "Can I hold your hand?”
126. "It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”
127. "What time is it?”
128. "Just wait a second.”
129. "Here, let me.”
130. "You’re so cute when you pout like that.”
131. "I don’t care what they said, it doesn’t mean shit!”
132. "This isn’t gonna end well!”
133. "Did you enjoy yourself last night?”
134. "Are you kidding me? We’re not ‘fine’!”
135. “You’ve only heard his side of the story. You never asked for mine.”
136. "Oh my God! You’re in love with him/her!”
137. "You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”
138. "For some reason I’m attracted to you.”
139. "I am not losing you again.”
140. "Why don’t they just kiss already?”
141. Why do you keep pushing me away?”
142. "I can’t explain right now, but I need you to trust me.”
143. I’ve never felt this way before….and it scares the shit out of me.”
144. "Don’t fucking touch me!”
145. "Are you really taking his side against me?”
146. "Wait a second are you jealous?”
147. "I wish I could hate you.”
148. "Come over here and make me.”
149. "This is by far the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”
150. "You’re the only one I trust to do this.”
151. "I thought you were dead.”
152. "This isn’t just about you. It’s about what’s best for all of us.”
153. "I love you, you asshole.”
154. "You did this for me?”
155. "You can’t protect me.”
156. "You know I wouldn’t do this if I had any other choice.”
157. "I’m so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.”
158. "The way you flirt is shameful/shameless.”
159. “I just wanted an easy day with my girlfriend/boyfriend. What’s so wrong with that?”
160. "Go then, leave! See if I care!”
161. "You braided his hair?”
162. "Have you lost your damn mind?!”
163. "Please don’t argue. You have to leave right now, you aren’t safe here.”
164. "I’m not surprised that you murdered him.”
165. Am I supposed to be scared of you?”
166. "Is that what you’re doing? Trying to make me to hate you?”
167. "If he’s going to treat you like shit I’m going to kick his ass.”
168. "You’re hiding something from me.”
169. "You better have a good reason for waking me up at the ass-crack of dawn.”
170. "I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”
171. "Don’t you dare to ever do that again!”
172. "Man, you are a dream come true.”
173. "Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”
174. "I made a mistake.”
175. "H-How long have you been standing there?”
176. "Is the skirt is supposed to be this short?”
177. “This is why you don’t ever have any shirts to wear.”
178. "Please, don’t give up on me.”
179. "When are you going to realize that I don’t care?”
180. "Those things you said in there… Did you mean them?”
181. "I know that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it”
182. "Who gave you that black eye?!”
183. "What the hell are you doing here?! I told you I never wanted to see you again!”
184. "I’m sorry, what were you saying? I keep getting lost in your eyes.”
185. "It’s okay baby, I’m here for you.”
186. "You say the nastiest things when you’re angry, so yes, I’m walking away from you now.
187. "I’m starting an idiot jar. Any time you do or say anything idiotic, you have to put at least a dollar in it—more depending on how stupid the thing that you said or did was.”
188. "You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”
189. "If you don’t want to talk about what happened, then say so. Don’t just lie and say it’s fine.”
190. "Don’t you dare say you love me!”
191. “It’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.”
192. "I swear I didn’t mean to touch your butt.”
193. "Why are you wearing my shirt? Please, don’t take it off. It looks good on you.”
194. "enjoying the view?”
195. "go on, just leave! that’s what everyone does anyway.”
196. "who did this to you?”
197. "that’s a bad idea.”"name a better idea, then.”
198. "quick, kiss me.”
199. "you’re such a distraction.”
200. "i’m doing this to protect you.”
201. "get the fuck back to sleep, (y/n).”
202. "we’re not dating— ugh whatever.”
203. "i can’t let anything happen to you.”
204. "i leave for just a minute and this happens!”
205. "what? i thought you two were a thing.”

Kisses On A Plane (Grayson)

You shut your eyes tight, pushing your head back against the headrest as the plane jolted to life. Passengers were still filing in and taking their seats as the pilot announced you would be departing in a matter of minutes. You hoped to God no one would take the vacant spot next to you. You booked first class solely for that reason. A five hour flight from L.A. to New York with some stranger asleep on your shoulder? No thanks. Your eyes scanned the passengers taking up the aisles before landing on one in particular. He had headphones wrapped around his neck, brown hair swept across his forehead and the most stunning hazel eyes you had ever seen. There was a small mole on his chin and his lips were plump and pink. He was undoubtedly one of the most attractive guys you had ever laid eyes on. You were surprised to find he was alone, expecting some kind of model girlfriend to be trudging along behind him. When he stopped next to your seat, eyeing the spot next to you, your mouth went dry. He looked down at you, giving you a small smile.

“Uh. I think this is me.”

“Oh!” You stood as best as you could, shifting over so he could take the aisle seat next to you. “Sure, help yourself.” You smiled back, laughing awkwardly as you scrambled to move over. He laughed lightly before plopping down beside you. Holy shit he smelt amazing. He got himself situated then outstretched his hand towards you.

“I’m Grayson.”

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Being a teen avenger part 2

(Much funnier)

Just goofy fun headcannons:

- ugh your first period at the tower is the worst

- Steve won’t be home to take care of you because he’s on a mission

-you hate everything and everyone one second the do a 360 the next

- “sam, can you please not breath so damn loud…you make me want to peel my skin off” “keep on and you’ll be walking to the mall later”

- you keep glaring at everyone….especially Bucky. Bucky is frightened

- “cmon stark just for a few days” “Barnes you don’t get Cyro! You suffer like the rest of us!”

-you slowly scoot next to peter “you look really nice today and I really want you to hold me” “what” “UH I SAID YOU SUCK”

- Thor just stays away until summoned

- Natasha gets you face mask and a heating pad so you’ll stop stealing vision and using him for warmth.

-Wanda cuddles with you and gives you food and love and I just love her so much

- pietro???personal take out delivery boy???

- Bruce and tony try to make the ultimate pain killer but fail

-clint says “no no”



-you’re just skipping home tra la la when you notice the most beautiful mess of blonde locks and pretty blue eyes….and angel wings?oh my is that warren.That’s the cute guy from Xavier’s. OH HES LOOKING AT YOU OK STAY COOL! Oh…oh…you fell, you definitely fell

-but it’s like a scene in one of those romance movies where he grabs your hand and helps you up and you stare into each other’s eyes.

- “Hi, I’m warren, you’re (y/n) right, the realm cool girl from school”

“Uh um hehe I guess I mean yes I am (y/n). That is me. I am her….uh…hi”

-he thinks you’re SO cute so he walks you to the tower so a cutie like you doesn’t get hurt or something

- when you get there you’re all flustered and what not. His face is really close to yours. “So cutie pie would you like to go on a date tomorrow. How bout we go have dinner at a cafe? Around 6?” “Uh yeah warren I’d love that, I’ll see you then” AND THEN HE ACTUALLY KISSED YOU IT WAS SO NICE! (I fucking love warren)

- you go inside and your face is all red and you just so giddy like a school girl

- but you see sam on the couch looking quite protective

- “What’s the little fuckers name? What does he want from you? How old is he? When do we meet him and when do I get to beat the shit out of him” “uhhhh please don’t tell everyone else”

-you see Natasha walk in , loading her gun “oh that’s to late because most of us now”

-Thor has the hammer on sight “I shall inform captain Rogers” “NO!” “YES!”

- “YOU GUYS DONT DO THIS TO PETER” “yeah because society has weird standards. That and I don’t have a huge ass that lots of guys want to take advantage of” “what about wade” “wades my boyfriend he doesn’t count”

- tony is ready to fight. Def has a poster that says “GET WREKED WARREN”


-oh my lawd vision has a weapon ready “he is incompute” “WTF VIS”

- team maximoff ready to rumble. “Wanda will crush his mind and spirit and I will taunt him by running in circles” “that’s all you ever do” “least I don’t look stupid in my outfit honestly wtf are you wearing you peasant” “wow. Death changed you.”

- Bruce is ok with it and so is Clint. They think you’re grown and mature but if he hurts you they’re only one call away.

-Bucky is not ok with this. His baby with a boy = no no

-BUCKY IS READY TO MEET THIS HOOLIGAN GODFATHER STYLE! “Warren just do it” “I am not kissing his ring babe”

- “you come into my home and disrespect me?” “Bucky you’re embarrassing me”

- OH MAH GEE STEVE IS SCARY CALM. He shakes warrens hand rather hard, he puffs his chest out, then he pulls warren aside “I’m captain America,I’ve done good stuff and I’ve done bad stuff. But that’s my little girl. If ANYTHING ever hurts her, then I will hurt it. She’s had a hard life and it’s about to get harder because of the accords, she needs someone, and you better be there you understand?”

“Yes sir, she’s the most amazing girl I’ve ever met”


Caged (3)

Synopsis: What happens when Loki meets someone who actually calls him on his bullshit instead of running and hiding?
Word Count : 645
A/N: Hit me up if I missed any tags guys. Sorry this one is a bit short, I just really wanted to post.

Part One - Part Two

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A birthday gift for my dearest @pale-silver-comb! Em, I adore you. You are one of the kindest, most talented people I know, and I hope you had a day as beautiful as you are!

This was meant to be super short and fluffy! But, it is… neither of those things? I wanted to subvert the “I’m not good enough for you” trope, and that I accomplished! But it is not actually fluffy birthday fic. Sorry, I promise fluff in the future! 



Derek stood stock still, certain he had misheard Stiles, certain he hadn’t just said he was leaving, that they should take some time apart.

He couldn’t have heard right, because everything has been about as perfect as it could be while still feeling real. They’ve been so good together, better than Derek had ever thought he could have; he hasn’t been so happy since he was fifteen. He was so sure that Stiles felt the same, was so sure of it that he’d given him the gift of a key to his apartment, and a promise of equal closet space. But Stiles had gone pale, his scent going sour with unnamed hurt.

And before Derek could process what had gone wrong, Stiles stood up abruptly– the key still clutched in his hand, as though letting go was the last thing he wanted– and said in a small, broken way, “I think we need some time apart,” the last word breaking in the middle around a choked off sob that told Derek every single word was a lie that cost Stiles dearly.

That spurred Derek into action, Stiles’ need for comfort unfreezing him, even as his confusion was growing.

In the space of a breath, Derek was on front of Stiles, his hands not hesitating to reach out and cup Stiles’ face, gently urging him to look up from his feet and let Derek see him, try to get a read on what he was thinking. When their eyes met after a long moment, wherein Derek’s learned patience was sorely tested, Stiles’ were shiny with unshed tears and Derek reflexively pulled him close, relieved beyond measure when instead of tensing, Stiles melted against him, winding his arms around Derek and clutching at his shirt; the stiffness of his posture dissipating with a comforting stroke from Derek’s hand against his back, and a few murmured reassurances. The soft clatter of the key hitting the floor barely registers, even to Derek’s ears.

When Stiles calms enough to speak, he pulls away, but Derek doesn’t let him get any further than is necessary for them to see each other, keeping them connected with a hand at Stiles’ hip as his other one gently wipes away the remaining dampness from Stiles’ cheek.

Derek searches Stiles’ face for a clue, letting the quiet settle over them, giving them both a chance to gather their thoughts. After an achingly long time, Stiles’ eyes flutter shut, and he breathes out a “Der, please” that’s made of nothing more than an exhale and the belief that Derek will know what’s meant to be written in the air between them.

Derek replies in something that could be called a whisper, but carries desperate pleas that sounded a claxon call. “Anything, Stiles, anything. Just. Help me understand, I don’t- what did I do wrong?”

Stiles seems startled by the question, and as though he’s forgotten that he was trying to leave a moment ago, he grabs at Derek’s shoulders, his thumbs skating along the column of Derek’s neck. “Nothing, Derek. You’re so good to me, and I don’t de- You’ve done nothing wrong, okay? Nothing.” For all that he’s still speaking quietly, as though they’re in a fragile place and too much noise would shatter it around them, he’s fierce in his assertion, and Derek’s heart swells with Stiles’ defense of him, even now.

Shaking his head, Derek moves one hand to tangle with Stiles’, using the contact to move it to his own cheek, where he immediately pushes into the warmth of Stiles’ palm, Derek asks “Then why? Why were you going to leave? If you need time, I’ll give you all the time you need, but-”

“No!” Stiles shouts, the volume startles them both after what feels like hours of whispers. Derek hushes him with the gentle movement of his fingertips against Stiles’ wrist and hip, waiting again for some kind of clarity. “I don’t want time, or space, or a break. I don’t want to leave you ever, not for anything.” Stiles’ eyes are wide and his words earnest, everything about him begs Derek to believe him, and he does. He just can’t understand

Slowly, so Stiles sees it coming, Derek moves his hand from where it still holds Stiles’ against his own cheek, and places it against Stiles’ instead, his fingers resuming their careful caress. “Then why were you walking away just now, when I asked you to move in, to stay?” Derek asks as calmly as he can manage, but he knows his confusion makes the tone harsher than he means to be.

Faced with the question, Stiles struggles to answer, every response seeming ridiculous and leaving an unsatisfying taste on his tongue. “Everything’s been so great, since we started dating, even in the early days when we still flirted mostly with sarcasm, it’s been incredible.” Derek doesn’t need supernatural senses to recognize the honesty, and the way Stiles’ eyes shine with it as his gaze asks Derek for understanding erases any doubts he might have had. “It’s been so good, and I think I’ve just been waiting for the other shoe to drop, Der. Because I don’t get this y’know? I don’t- I haven’t earned this yet.”

He can feel the tension building in Stiles again, so with a slow drag, he lets his hand fall away from Stiles’ face and hip, giving him the chance to step away and pace of he needs to. And he does. Derek resists the urge to interrupt and argue, to reach out to him again and pull him close until he believes he belongs there. He listens.

“I’ve done so much I regret, and no one’s ever gotten that like you do, no one’s ever let me feel that guilt and deal with it like you do. No one else has ever looked me in the eye, knowing everything, and made me believe that I’m not guilty, that I’m forgiven if I need to be like you.” Stiles is pacing, his hands moving between emphasizing his point and running through his hair, and Derek wants to hold him until all the fight drains out of him and he knows he’s worthy, like they’ve done for each other dozens of times before.

“I want forever with you so badly, but half the time I’m convinced that all I’ve done is saddle you with a comic book movie collection and recurring nightmares.” Stiles moves back into Derek’s space, his hands cradling his face again, eyes wide and damp with renewed emotion. “You are an actual, honest to gods hero, Derek. You’ve done more for the people of this stupid town than any one person should be able to, never even mind what you’ve done for me, for dad, for our pack. You’re so good. And you’ve grown so much, I love you so much, and i don’t know sometimes what you even see in me. What we’re even doing-” Derek has a vehement rebuttal on the tip of his tongue, but Stiles places a finger over his lips, stopping it before it’s more than a thought. “I know you love me, Der. I know with everything I am that you love me; you show me- you tell me- every day, and I don’t know what I would do if that stopped. I don’t even know what my life would look like without you, and I don’t want to. I just,” Stiles looks a little frantic, so Derek takes one of his hands and holds it against his chest, lets Stiles feel the rise and fall of it as he breathes deliberately slowly.

Stiles’ head falls against Derek’s shoulder, his breath evening out and some of the manic energy leaving him. But when he speaks again, he sounds defeated. “You deserve so much better than me, and sometimes I’m afraid you’ll look at me and notice.”

Derek’s heart hurts in a way that’s unfamiliar in the context of his relationship with Stiles, and a small, broken sound slips past his lips. Even now, Stiles soothes him, rubbing his cheek along Derek’s throat, surrounding him with his scent. “Stiles,” he manages, a million things unsaid after, but he knows Stiles heats every one of them.

“I know how it sounds, Der. I know it’s ridiculous. We did this whole ‘I’m not worthy’ dance before we’d even done more than kiss. I haven’t been this stupid since I was sixteen, but I feel like you’re increasingly out league, and every little old lady who tells me how you mowed her lawn, or carried her groceries, just drives home how good you are, and I’m not sure I deserve that.”

They’re hugging now, just holding each other and not letting go.

“You’ve never been stupid,” Derek says, Stiles snorts, mutters something like ‘We both know that’s a lie’, and it makes Derek smile, so he presses the curve of his mouth into Stiles’ temple. “Okay,” he concedes, “Right this minute you’re being pretty stupid. But apparently I have been, too, because I didn’t realize all this was going on in that beautiful brain of yours.” Stiles makes a sound of protest, takes a breath, gearing up to start again, and Derek shushes him. “Uh-uh, babe. My turn.”

Stiles huffs against Derek’s neck, but stays quiet, moves a little closer, and Derek takes in a deep breath of their combined scent, gratified that Stiles no longer smells of hurt. “You are the most ridiculous man I have ever met in my entire life, and I am grateful for that every single day that we have together. I thought we had figured out all the places we needed help healing years ago, but for all our practice at it, we both forgot that it’s not a thing you can stop working on, this growing thing. And I know that I have done all my best growing since I met you.”

There’s a small wet spot growing on Derek’s shoulder, and he holds Stiles ever so slightly tighter. “You are probably the most selfless person I will ever know, selfless to a fault, to your own detriment. And without you, none of this works. Not the pack, not our lives. Not me. You have to field Mrs. Beale singing my praises, but have you ever been cornered at the grocery store by the Wallmans so they can quiz you about ‘your dear partner, the one who wrote that book, he always was such a smart boy’? Or Herman at the hardware store, who thinks the way you take care of your dad and of me is ‘the mark of a good man’? I do, and every one of those things makes me so proud to know you.”

Derek pulls back, his hands on Stiles’ shoulders so he can look him in the eye. “All of the changes I’ve made, are because when you looked at me, I felt like I was being seen, and I wanted to be someone worth looking at. Even if we hadn’t ended up together-and thank god we did, Stiles- you made me want to be better. You crashed into my life, into the mess that it was back then, and you just ran right through it; you took it all in stride and made yourself an expert, and you held us all up. Literally, in my case,” Derek adds with a tiny smirk. When Stiles rolls his eyes, Derek feels like he’s won something.

“You saw all the broken places in me, and you pointed them out, and you made me want to fix them. And then, you helped me with them, even before we were more than allies, you were there. And when you needed help, you let me in, which I think you hate doing more than I do. You are stronger and more capable, and more full of goodness than you give yourself credit for. So, Stiles, there is absolutely no one in the whole world that could be better for me, than you.”

Stiles is staring at him, mouth slightly agape, tears leaving silent tracks on his cheeks, and his hands holding both of Derek’s wrists where they frame his face. “Okay?” Derek says quietly, refusing to look away until Stiles agrees.

With a shuddering breath, and a small, shaky smile, he does. “Yeah, yeah, okay.”

Derek heaves a relieved sigh, and rests his forehead against Stiles’, an “I love you” that is mostly a sob gusting out with his breath.

“I love you, too,” Stiles answers, pressing their lips together almost desperately, repeating it over and over between kisses. Derek responds in kind as Stiles shuffles his feet and attempts to climb him. Derek moves to accommodate Stiles’ weight, and then they’re tumbling to the ground, the forgotten key causing them both to lose their footing. They land with an ‘oof’ and in a tangle of limbs, momentarily stunned, and then are overcome with laughter. It’s cathartic and joyful and leaves them breathless.

When they catch their breath, they kiss some more, mostly chaste, warm affirmations of their love, with occasional shocking sweeps of tongue against warm lips, and playful nips; the rhythm easy like it always has been between them.

Stiles reaches out blindly, unwilling to part from Derek, and manages to find the key. He breaks contact only long enough to show it to Derek and ask “Can I still accept?”

Derek answers “You better,” and then rolls Stiles under him to kiss the smile that blooms on his face.


What does he think of me…? I always had that in mind. Even if he had a good opinion, i couldn’t feel happy. I can’t, because the person he sees isn’t Goro. This isn’t me. Me… Who am i? I don’t know. I can’t think. No. I don’t want to think. I don’t want for him to like me. Not this. Or maybe i do…? I just want to feel loved. Does that mean that anyone’s fine? No… It’s not like that. It’s not like that at all…

It’s stupid. I’m stupid. It wasn’t supposed to end like this… So cliché. I feel sick. If i talk to him as a friend, it’ll only be worse. I’d fall, deeper, deeper in a spiral of horror and pain. I have things to do. Things i MUST do. No matter how i feel. No matter how other’s feel. Isn’t just natural to ignore all these meaningless thoughts, if they’ll only make the end more bitter? I’ve never met kindness. I’ve never met love. If i do… If i let it be… If my soul reaches at least a fragment of yearning… I’ll miss it. I’ll miss him. I’ll feel hopeless, more than i can imagine. I don’t want that. I… Don’t.

I’m not in love. Love is pure, sincere, beautiful, healing. Love isn’t selfish. Love isn’t a martyr. Love isn’t something you’d want to run away from.

I’m not in love.

I’m in pain. ”

Could you do (separately if you want) a Monsta-x , Got7 and BTS reaction about you (their girlfriend) jealously asking them who's Kim Chi (Kimchi) because they love it? Thanks again! (She thinks Kimchi is a person!)

Monsta X:


*confused af* wha? …what do you mean I can’t see kimchi anymore? It’s literally everywhere in Korea and very delicious…wait..do you…do you think that kimchi is a woman?

Originally posted by madtwn


Never have I ever cheated on you…with anyone…or any food 

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo



Originally posted by gifsmonstax


I-…..I do not know what your issue is? I am just hungry?

Originally posted by kookihyunnie


Why are you yelling at me?!?!?!?! DO YOU WANT ME TO SHARE?

Originally posted by kaimikachan


Ok…but I’ll share! *gets smacked* WHAT IT’S JUST FOOD! WE’VE DONE IT BEFORE!?

Originally posted by kihqun


Ok…but let’s talk about this…You’re telling me…that you are…that you are jealous of some food? Would you rather I eat you?

Originally posted by kihqun



Baby why are you crying? Do you want some? Kimchi is super popular here so you should try it!

Originally posted by mjbm


BRUH YOU THOUGHT IT WAS A PERSON TOO?!?! I ain’t even mad at you boo

Originally posted by j-miki



Originally posted by marktuon


*In his mind* bitch where?

Originally posted by younglordswerve


*confused and worried* Why are you looking through my messages searching for kimchi? It is in the fridge in the kitchen

Originally posted by merry7



Originally posted by idontgiveasuga


…If it weren’t so cute…I would be mad….

Originally posted by got7-garbage



Ok…but no? It is food…I like food… I love you but I am hungry so…

Originally posted by jungkookiescookies


….I am so confused. Here eat some kimchi and quit calling me a stupid lying boob. 

Originally posted by yoongijae


Uhm? What do you mean I am cheating on you with Korea’s delicacy?

Originally posted by hobioppa


ok but here is where you are wrong.. *tells the entire history of kimchi*

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned


I-…..Ok I am sorry but….Wha?

Originally posted by jeonthegreat


Baby…Are you jealous of a food dish?

Originally posted by bwipsul



Originally posted by baekon-stripss

live2draw101  asked:

If tomatoes are fruit then doesn’t that mean ketchup is a smoothie?

Is cereal a soup?
If I see the other side of my left hand, does it become a second right hand and viceversa?
Why do people turn the music down when parking?
Why am I writting these stupid questions?
Why did you ask me this in the first place?


Originally posted by harryshumjr

pairings: kol mikaelson x female!reader, damon salvatore x female!reader.

warnings: cursing, fingering and oral sex (female receiving). generally NSFW +18, you know me. hahaha :)

a/n: well, here I am to feed my readers with some kol smut and I hope y’all enjoy this just as much as I enjoyed writing it. also, all feedback is welcome. :D

word count: 1720

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stop running.

Originally posted by blastberuffled

pairing: klaus mikaelson x reader

warnings: swearing + drinking.

prompt: running into an old flame while visiting mystic falls.

A/N: i’ve had no internet for two weeks and all i wrote in that time was this really lame klaus fluff. (i’m really into him right now, oh god.) send me requests!

your heels crunched against the gravel as you walked, not really knowing where to go but knowing exactly what you wanted - to get black out drunk and forget today even happened. it was bad enough that you were back in mystic falls, a town you’d sworn to stay away from but the run in with damon salvatore was enough to make you bitter.

you understood the fascination with the older brother, you couldn’t deny the fact that he was attractive, insanely attractive really but as soon as the man opened his mouth to say quite literally anything, you wanted to eat a bullet. he was cocky and arrogant, two traits you simply couldn’t find attractive in a man that didn’t have that much to offer in the first place. you didn’t even want to mention the pathetic obsession he had with the doppelganger - really, it was all enough to make you barf.

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so endingthemes and I were discussing the beach divorce scene and

i don’t even know

(Charles does have a posh ass though)


❛ Fear is stupid. So are regrets. ❜
❛ It’s better to be unhappy alone than unhappy with someone - so far. ❜
❛ I am not interested in money. I just want to be wonderful. ❜
❛ If you can make a woman laugh, you can make her do anything. ❜
❛ The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead. ❜
❛ I restore myself when I’m alone. ❜
❛ I don’t mind living in a man’s world as long as I can be a woman in it. ❜
❛ Give a girl the right pair of shoes and she’ll conquer the world. ❜
❛ No one ever told me I was pretty when I was a little girl. ❜
❛ I am good, but not an angel. ❜
❛ I do sin, but I am not the devil. ❜
❛ I am just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love. ❜
❛ All little girls should be told they’re pretty, even if they aren’t. ❜
❛ When it comes down to it. I let people think what they want. ❜
❛ I already know I’m better than them. ❜
❛ If I’d observed all the rules, I’d never have got anywhere. ❜
❛ I don’t know who invented high heels, but all women owe him a lot. ❜
❛ A career is wonderful, but you can’t curl up with it on a cold night. ❜
❛ It’s not true I had nothing on, I had the radio on. ❜
❛ Success makes so many people hate you. ❜
❛ Dogs never bite me. Just humans. ❜
❛ It’s all make believe, isn’t it? ❜
❛ I’m very definitely a woman and I enjoy it. ❜
❛ I’m selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. ❜
❛ I make mistakes, I’m out of control, and at times hard to handle. ❜
❛ But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best. ❜
❛ It is wonderful to have someone praise you, to be desired. ❜
❛ I am trying to find myself. Sometimes that’s not easy. ❜
❛ Millions of people live their entire lives without finding themselves. ❜
❛ The nicest thing for me is sleep, then at least I can dream. ❜
❛ A sex symbol becomes a thing. I just hate to be a thing. ❜
❛ We are all of us stars, and we deserve to twinkle. ❜
❛ You know, most people really don’t know me. ❜
❛ I enjoy acting when you really hit it right. ❜
❛ I believe everything happens for a reason. ❜
❛ Friends accept you the way you are. ❜
❛ We should all start to live before we get too old. ❜
❛ If I’m a star, then the people made me a star. ❜
❛ I am not a victim of emotional conflicts. I am human. ❜
❛ It warms you a bit, but that warmth is temporary. ❜
❛ An actress is not a machine, but they treat you like a machine. ❜ 
❛ I had never belonged to anything or anyone else. ❜
❛ I learned to walk as a baby, and I haven’t had a lesson since. ❜
❛ Sometimes I feel my whole life has been one big rejection. ❜
❛ The body is meant to be seen, not all covered up. ❜
❛ What do I wear in bed? Why, Chanel No. 5, of course. ❜
❛ The truth is, I’ve never fooled anyone. ❜
❛ Respect is one of life’s greatest treasures. ❜
❛ Someday I want to have children and give them all the love I never had. ❜
❛ I don’t feel like Spring. I feel like a warm red Autumn. ❜
❛ I wish I knew why I am so anguished. ❜
❛ Sex is a part of nature. I go along with nature. ❜
❛ I know from life one cannot love another, ever, really. ❜
❛ I’ve been on a calendar, but I’ve never been on time. ❜
❛ I have feelings too. I am still human. ❜
❛ Having a child, that’s always been my biggest fear. ❜
❛ I want a child and I fear a child. ❜
❛ I think I have always had a little humor. ❜
❛ I often wake up in the night, and I like to have something to think about. ❜
❛ I’m one of the world’s most self-conscious people. ❜

C: It’s currently 2:21 a.m. and my boyfriend of 2 years JUST got back home about 10 minutes ago after taking my car to the corner store for “a beer and a black and mild” around 8:15pm. He left his phone behind I guess(?) because it was supposed to be a quick run to the store. My registration sticker is 2 months expired (yes,100% my fault) and he claims a cop that pulled into the gas station stopped him to ask about it and just fucked with him for SIX HOURS and would not let him leave. Mind you he did not come home with a ticket or fine of any kind. First of all… why would a cop be questioning you about something as simple as a registration sticker on a car not in your name and refuse to let you drive off? And for six hours? You’re telling me… a police officer had nothing better to do but sit there and look at you in the parking lot of a gas station… for SIX HOURS? I’m about to lose my mind. Plain and simple I just don’t believe him (how could I???) and I am in total shock with how completely stupid he thinks I am.
So I guess ultimately my confession is men. Are. Trash.