i don't know what my face was doing today but i don't even care

Basically, This is Basically What Every Dr. Phil Episode is Basically Like Basically
  • Dr. Phil: Hello, I am Doctor Philip, and today we'll be tackling an issue that is very widespread, but rarely spoken about. Gaming addiction. Now, I know many of you know at least one person in your life who plays video games, whether that be a child or, in some cases, a spouse.
  • Audience: *laughs*
  • Dr. Phil: But, when unregulated, gaming can lead to serious addiction. Today I have with me a mother who's home life has been torn apart as her very own son descended into gaming addiction.
  • Mother: *sniffing and wiping tears away* Hello, doctor. Will you cure my son?
  • Dr. Phil: Well, dear, that's... uhh. Let's just bring the boy out already.
  • *dramatic music plays*
  • Gamer: My name is Gregg, I'm 19 years old, I'm a gaming addict, and I don't give a f*ck.
  • Audience: *gasps*
  • Gamer: Yeah, I game for 19 to 20 hours a day and the other four hours I use for looking up sick gaming strats or beating it to anime porn. I once sucked off a dude because he offered me minecraft diamonds. I don't give a sh*t, I would've sucked him off even if he didn't have the diamonds.
  • Audience: *gasps louder*
  • Gamer: Do I hate women? Yes, I hate women. I've emailed Anita Sarkeesian my address. She knows where I am if she wants to fight me. Feminists, square the fuck up. People always ask why I don't do anything other than gaming. I ask them why don't they mind their own f*cking business. I don't think I have a problem. Dr. Phil can honestly eat my whole an*s.
  • Gamer: *walks out onto the stage*
  • Audience: *boos*
  • Gamer: F*ck all y'all! I don't give a f*ck! *flips off the audience*
  • Dr. Phil: Please take a seat, son.
  • Gamer: *sits very disrespectfully*
  • Mother: *starts bawling*
  • Dr. Phil: Son, do you think that was acceptable behavior?
  • Gamer: The only behavior I care about is the behavioral patterns for enemies in the S.T.A.L.K.E.R. series. I love video games: Master chief, Mario, uhm, Blinx the Cat... Blasto. Love those guys!
  • Audience: *boos*
  • Gamer: I don't care! You think I care! F*ck all y'all!
  • Dr. Phil: All these people are booing you, doesn't that make you feel bad?
  • Gamer: Are you deaf? Have I not articulated the fact that I absolutely 100% do not care about anything except for video games? I. DON'T. GIVE. A. F*CK.
  • Mother: He's always like this, there's no changing him. It didn't used to be this way... just *starts bawling harder*
  • Dr. Phil: I think there is a way to change him, and we'll find out more about that after these messages.
  • *Dr. Phil theme plays*
  • *The lights dim and every goes empty eyed and slack-jawed*
  • Gamer: Heh, this is weird. *nudges mom and whispers to her* Hey, we're getting paid for this, right. Hey, mom? ...Mom?
  • Mother: *completely unresponsive*
  • Dr. Phil: *completely unresponsive*
  • Audience: *completely unresponsive*
  • Gamer: Heh... this is REALLY weird. *looks around nervously*
  • Audience member: Hey!
  • Gamer: Huh?
  • Audience Member: I'm in the audience! Over here! My arms are strapped to the chair! You have to help me!
  • Gamer: *runs to the audience member*
  • Audience Member: Thank god, I thought I was the only one here left with any brains.
  • Gamer: *hastily undoing the straps* What the fuck is going on?
  • Audience Member: I don't know, but this definitely isn't Dr. Phil's show.
  • Gamer: Then what is it?
  • Audience Member: No clue, but we have to get out of here before the commercial breaks ends.
  • Gamer: *successfully undoes the straps*
  • Audience Member: C'mon! Let's go. *grabs the gamer by the arm*
  • Gamer: *resists* Wait a fucking minute. Why am I supposed to trust you?
  • Audience Member: Because I'm normal and everyone else is braindead if you haven't noticed.
  • Gamer: Yeah, but I'm not going anywhere until I know what's going on. Being on Dr. Phil is a huge opportunity for me to, y'know, advertise my brand. I'm a gamer if you haven't noticed.
  • Audience Member: Are you insane? Have you had a look around you? Does this anything happening right now seem normal to you? Who cares about your "brand". Do you even remember how you got here?
  • Gamer: Well... now that you mention, I can't really remember exactly.
  • Audience Member: Yeah, now let's get the fuck out of here.
  • *the gamer and audience member run through the back exit into the hallways*
  • *the Dr. Phil theme blares as the show returns from commercial break*
  • Gamer: My ears!
  • Audience Member: Move it! *jerks gamer's arm*
  • Gamer: Okay, calm down.
  • *the entire audience screams in unison*
  • Gamer: What the fuck is that!?
  • Audience Member: It's the reason we're running! Quick, in here!
  • *the duo duck into a cramped broom closest*
  • Gamer: Listen, you have to tell me what the fuck is going on right now!
  • Audience Member: Shh.
  • Gamer: Don't shush me!
  • Audience Member: *covers the gamer's mouth*
  • *agonized screaming and violently rumbling passes by the broom closest*
  • Gamer: Holy shit!
  • Audience Member: Stop yelling.
  • Gamer: How can I not yell when it sounds the gates of hell just passed by us!
  • Audience Member: You want it to turn back around and find us?
  • Gamer: Alright. I'll calm down... I'll. *start sobbing*
  • Audience Member: Please, please stop crying. You're too loud.
  • Gamer: I can't! I'm under a lot of stress!
  • Audience Member: You'll be dead if you don't shut the fuck.
  • Gamer: I never wanted any of this, I just wanted to go on Dr. Phil so people would recognize me on YouTube and I could become a popular Let's Player!
  • Audience Member: If you don't shut up right now, I'll-
  • *a snake bites the audience member's neck*
  • Audience Member: *eyes roll up*
  • Gamer: *screams like a baby*
  • *snakes slither under the closet door*
  • Gamer: *stumbles out of the closet and falls into hallway covered with snakes* Fuck me! Fuck me!
  • Gamer: *attempts to run away but falls beneath the snakes and into and empty void*
  • *agonized screaming echoes from all around*
  • Gamer: Am I in hell? I have to be in hell. You don't fall through a pool of snakes and wind up anywhere else but hell.
  • Dr. Phil: THERE IS NO HELL.
  • Gamer: Doc, is that you? If this isn't hell then where am I?
  • Dr. Phil: YOU'RE IN MY REALM SON. *Dr. Phil's face appears glowing in the distance, his eyes are empty sockets and his mouth hangs open*
  • Gamer: What the fuck are you?
  • Dr. Phil: I'M DOCTOR PHILIP.
  • Gamer: You're not Dr. Phil!
  • Dr. Phil: I NEVER SAID I WAS, SON. *a wall of gray human bodies lights up surrounding Dr. Phil's massive head, dr. phil's giant snake body slithers towards the gamer and opens its third eye* I'M DOCTOR PHILIP.
  • *the wall of bodies screams in unison as Dr. Phil devours the gamer*
  • *Dr. Phil theme plays loudly*
  • Dr. Phil: THE NEXT EPISODE IS STARTING. I'M LATE. *slithers into the wall of bodies and his snake body slowly transforms into a normal Dr. Phil's body*
  • Dr. Phil: *crawls onto the stage*
  • Dr. Phil: *dusts himself off* Woo, I went on quite an adventure.
  • Audience: *laughs*
  • Dr. Phil: I'm glad we can all find some time in our lives to laugh, but today's episode is covering something that is most certainly not a laughing matter. It's one of the most serious addictions striking America today and it's rarely talked about. I'm talking about people who love to pee on their mattresses and then pay people exorbitant amounts of money to suck their disgusting mattresses clean.
  • Audience: ... *someone clears their throat*
  • Dr. Phil: What's the matter?
  • Cameraguy: Spsss, Doc. That's not what the episode is about. It's about people with terrible gambling issues.
  • Dr. Phil: Oh, ah, fuck! Cut to commercial!
  • Me: having a structured life is exhausting!
  • Therapist: I understand. Let's say just get up in the morning, get some breakfast, go for a walk...and that's it for a start.
  • Me: *internally: sounds reasonable, but that means first fighting against my will to just stay in bed and act as if I'm not existing. Getting up either way and facing my face and body in the mirror. There's an 80% chance that it's one of those days and I hate myself just so fucking much I could scream. But there's also a chance I look in the mirror and find a person that does not seem to be familiar to me looking back at me. Still, now you want me to shower and wash this body I find really disgusting. I have to see every single scar I have and maybe feel the burn of fresh cuts. Then I have to put on cloth, brush my teeth and my hair and do my makeup, as I can't go outside without hiding my ugly face under layers of primers and foundations and powders and highlighters and fake lashes and a perfect contour and a big nude fake smile. I spend money I don't have to make myself look good enough for myself to endure my own appearance. I remember to take my meds. Now I'm dressed (in clothes that hopefully say 'i don't care' when really I care a lot) and can go to the kitchen to prepare food that I know I won't be able to eat in 50% of the cases. There's also a good chance that I eat it and then find myself throwing up and ruining my makeup feeling every single disgusting cell of fat on my body vibrate while trying to breathe. Well either way let's say I might redo my make-up, brush my teeth again and step outside. I maybe take my horse with me and walk through the neighbourhood. I have to see people. I feel anxious. I would love to just turn around and go back home. But I keep on walking, trying to seem selfconfident so my horse and neighbours can't see or feel my insecurity. I'll try to be friendly and act normal even though I'm sure they hate me and laugh about me. Still if the communication between my horse and me isn't perfect today I'll probably cry and if a neighbour just looks at me in a way that i interpret to be unfriendly or cold or annoyed I'll probably cry too. Let's say I'm back home. Now it's like 11 in the morning. What do I do? By now I'm an emotional wreck, tired as hell, probably planing on how to harm myself with one half of my brain while the other half bundles it's last energy to prevent exactly this from happening. How do I survive the rest?*
  • Me: I'll try.

anonymous asked:

I don't know what came to my mind. But... can you please do a THREESOME? Y/N with Suga and Jimin. They're College Students and Roommates. They're childhood bestfriends,Suga and Jimin has a crush on Y/N. And then Y/N is innocent,she know that sex is bad. And then the SMUT begins.😂 LOL.! I'M REALLY EMBARRASSED for requesting this. (Pardon my English.)😂 I really don't know what came to me for asking this kind of FANFIC.😂

Title : It’s bad…

Genre : Smut/Threesome

Paring : Yoonmin x Reader

Summary : You’ve always been the good, sweet and perfect girl everybody likes. The problem is : you’re in love with your two best friends who happens to be the complete opposites of you.

Soundtrack : FIRE WATER (feat. G.Soul & TABLO) []

Warning : English is not my mother tongue so please forgive all my lacks of conjugation / spelling mistakes ♡

You always have been a model of perfection since you were a child. A graceful baby, a curious little girl, a very easy to live teenager to finally become the cute and tender girl that you are today. On top of that, you’ve always been a brilliant and conscientious student. No, really, a delicious girl, almost perfect if the adage didn’t say that perfection doesn’t exist.

How did you find yourself having two best friends so different from you ? How, from early childhood, were you directly attached to these two turbulent idiots ? Sometimes there are enigmas in life that can’t be solved, and your trio is a good example. Yoongi is a provocative, rough and sometimes cold dude. Jimin is a little demon hidden under an angel’s face. They have always been the most popular boys, loved as much as hated. They respect nothing and prefer to have fun rather than thinking about their future. But curiously, you’ve never fought in ten years of friendship, and remain the closest friends of the world. Proof is that you’re now roommates.

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Slytherpuff Romance

This took so long but it was totally worth it!

  • on their first defense against the dark arts lesson, they're paired together for the rest of the year
  • at their second lesson, they're doing dueling
  • Slytherin is expecting a weak and defenseless little Hufflepuff only to be hit with a powerful expelliarmus charm that they land on their arse
  • Everyone laughing but they don't care because holy fuck that was kinda hot
  • Hufflepuff offers to help them up and Slytherin stares at them in awe before their Ravenclaw friend snaps them out of their trance
  • Slytherin takes their hand with a small smile only shown to the most special people in their life
  • Ravenclaw already knows whats going to happen just from that smile cause even Ravenclaw, Slytherin’s best friend, has barely seen that smile
  • when they come out of the lesson Ravenclaw tease them about it
  • “got a little crush going on there, don't you?”
  • Slytherin blushing a bit
  • “that implies I have feelings so no”
  • Ravenclaw only laughing at them cause they know not to rush Slytherin
  • Slytherin being rather excited for their next defense against the dark arts lesson
  • when they’re going up to study in the library they run into the Hufflepuff and knock all their stuff everywhere
  • “Oh, I’m so sorry, I’m such a clutz”
  • “It’s fine, I should have been looking in front of me rather than my papers”
  • Hufflepuff gives the smallest and most sweet smile making Slytherin feel as if they want to melt
  • “No, it’s my fault too”
  • “If you insist, well I have to be off now, bye Slytherin”
  • when Huffle puff is halfway down the stairs they turn around and give a quick wave before walking off
  • “I'm fucked”
  • Slytherin knowing that they're already fucked because this Puff seems so innocent and sweet but is dangerous below the surface, and hell they're bloody curious

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Nobody Gotta Know - Jack Avery

A/N: I know I’m supposed to be continuing my ‘a different post for every song off of Invitation’ project but I keep on coming up with new ideas and I’m an impulsive person and it’s bad ahhhhh

Summary: You’ve been very close with the WDW boys ever since they met, considering you’re Jonah’s younger sister. But you’ve especially been getting close with a certain band member, Mr. Jack Avery.

Warning: some cursing

“Y/N!” you heard 5 boys cheer as the front door open. You looked up from your phone, smiling as you stood up from the couch.

“BOYS!” You mimicked, letting out a giggle as you went through the line.

Jonah gave you a kiss on the cheek, “hey baby sis”

Zach gave you a hug, “long time no see Y/N”

Corbyn grabbed your hand and spun you around, “What’s up Y/N?”

Daniel gave you a high five and locked your fingers, “how’s it going, girl?”

You walked straight past Jack, trying your hardest to not give him a second glance.

“How was your session?” You grinned, the 4 boys rambling on simultaneously while you felt a pair of eyes burning into your side. Goddamnit Jack.

“That’s great!” You cut them off, pushing them toward the couch and having them sit, you made eye contact with Jack, nudging your head toward the kitchen before smiling back at the rest of the band. “I’ll go get some snacks”

You turned the corner and opened the door to the fridge, hearing faint mumbling coming from the room you just left.

“Where you going, Jack?” You heard your brother question, you froze, knowing that Jack was capable of screwing this up with his choice of words.

“What? Um… I-I’m going to go get some water, I’ll be right back” you let out a sigh at his response, that boy was hot as all hell, but he sure could be dumb at times.

Before you could even turn around, you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist. “I missed you, Y/N” he hummed, sending chills down your spine. You turned to face him, placing your hands on his chest.

“Water huh? Nice save Mr. Avery” you giggled, keeping your voice low so the boys couldn’t hear you through the paper thin walls.

He pressed his lips onto yours, your hand cupped his cheek gently as you smiled into the kiss.

He pulled away and placed his forehead on yours.

You stood there for about another minute, just taking each other in, letting your breaths sync as Jack hummed one of their new songs to you.

You opened your eyes and sighed, grabbing Jacks hands that were wrapped around you, now holding them in yours.

“You should get out there, they’re gonna get suspicious” you whispered, not wanting this moment to end.

“Okay.” he huffed, placing another quick but meaningful kiss on your lips before turning to walk out.

“Wait” he stopped in his tracks as you spoke, turning to face you once again.

You then placed a water bottle in his hand, wrapping your arm around his neck and pulling him down for another kiss.

“You may be cute, but you sure are dumb” you giggled, vocalizing the thought you had earlier.

He mouthed a quick “thank you” before walking back into the room with the other 4 boys.

You heard the boys begin talking about some nonsense and sighed in relief.

You and Jack had been seeing each other in secret for about 4 months now. He made you happy but you knew that Jonah would never allow it. His little sister dating one of his best friends was the farthest thing from his mind, and it should stay that way. Even though it was hard keeping the secret from your brother, to whom you told everything, and you wanted to go on dates with Jack, but you knew that it couldn’t happen.

You stood there, leaning your back against the island, deep in thought before you heard a sentence that stopped your heart.

“So Jack, what’s with you and Sabrina?” (Once again, a random name) your breathing hitched in your throat, without thinking you barged out of the kitchen and back into the living room, planting yourself down between Corbyn and Jonah.

“Sorry I took so long” You spoke through your teeth, raising an eyebrow at your secret boyfriend, his eyes widened.

“Didn’t you say you were going to get snacks?” Zach asked you shot him a glare as he was sitting in a beanbag chair diagonal from you.

“Get them yourself” you hissed, a fake smile plastered on your face as you crossed your arms. Zach was taken back by your harshness and sunk deeper into his chair.

“So what are we talking about?” You tilted your head to Corbyn who had made the original comment. He let out a laugh and pointed his finger at Jack.

“Mr. Lady’s Man over here is gonna go on a date!” He laughed, Jack’s eyes locked with yours, trying to tell you a million words at once but you looked over towards Daniel, your heart beating out of your chest.

“Oh really? Who is the lucky lady?” You questioned, Daniel furrowed his eyebrows but answered your question anyways.

“Her name’s Sabrina, she works at the Subway near the recording studio, Jack goes to see her every day. TOTAL BABE!” Daniel wiggled his eyebrows and you were seeing red, you let out a forced laugh.

“N-No I don’t! It’s the only place to eat within a 3-mile radius, it’s just a coincidence that she’s always there.” Your boyfriend tried to explain himself, keeping his eyes locked with yours. You felt your face heat up.

“BULL!” You felt Jonah’s laughter vibrate through the room. “She wrote her number on your sandwich wrapper today!”

“Did she?” You gasped, playing it off as a joke but you really wanted to know. You couldn’t believe that, while your boyfriend sat across from you, your brother and his friends were trying to set him up with someone else.

“Okay, maybe she did, but I threw away that away!” He objected, you rolled your eyes and leaned into your brother. Maybe Jonah was right, the boys were great friends but bad news when it came to boyfriends.

“Good for you Jack, maybe it’s about time you get a NEW girlfriend” your words were harsh as you stood up off the couch. “I think I’m going to go upstairs and take a nap, I’ll see you guys later.”

Without looking back, you ran up the stairs that lead to the second story. Trying your best not to let the hot tears stream down your face, but it was too late.

You walked into your room and locked the door behind you, plopping yourself onto your bed.

Of course, he wanted someone else, who wants a girlfriend that they have to hide from everyone?

You felt your phone buzzing like crazy, you finally decided to pick it up and have a look.

Noodle Head Jones<3 :

“Y/N please come back downstairs”

“Y/N, you know that I wouldn’t do that to you.”


“Y/N, this is a huge miss understanding”

“Come downstairs”

“Fine I’m coming up”

Within seconds of getting that last text, you heard a knock on your door making you jump slightly.

“Y/N?” His familiar voice was soothing. “Y/N, open the door”

You let out a sigh and stood up, unlocking the door to reveal your boyfriend standing in front of you. You cut him off before he could speak, “no it’s fine I get it. I’m just your band mates little sister, and you want someone that you can take on dates, and post cute pictures with. I’m not that girl” he shook his head and grabbed your hand.

“No! Y/N, I don’t care if I have to sneak around with you, just like I don’t care if your brother decides to beat my ass when he finds out about us. All I know it’s that you’re it for me. You’re the only one that I want. And I understand if you want me to never see Sabrina again, I’m fine with driving that extra mile to go to Quizno’s.” His words took your breath away. You had no words, so you kissed him instead, a kiss you would remember for a while. And so would your brother.

“Y/N!” You were pulled out of your moment to see your brother standing in your doorway, anger seething from his body.

“Shit” you whispered.

Part 2

lonelywalkingpotato  asked:

Aysel! ^^ I hope this is not a bother to you, but could you write about RFA+V+Saeran unintentionally say something insensitive to fem!MC? My friends actually did this today and I feel kinda down about it. I know they mean well, though. If you don't wanna, you don't need to write about this, I'll probably be fine lol. If you do, though, thank you in advance! --Yuu who idolizes your writing <3

Hello! I know this is late, but I hope you’re alright now^^ 

This… got super long, lol. Some of these things have been said to me in the past and it really hurt to hear it, especially since some of these were said by close friends and relatives. Just remember that there are plenty of people who love you and would never want to hurt your feelings!

I hope you enjoy this request! I don’t think I make total sense in some of them, but I really hope the meaning I’m trying to convey comes across!


·         You would often feel ill since you had anxiety. It wasn’t anything serious, just stomach aches and headaches were the norm. You had already told Yoosung that you had anxiety, and he was very supportive of you. You assumed that he knew that you feeling sick was a side effect of it.

·         However, you became aware that he didn’t know in one of the worst ways possible.

·         He had just finished a raid on LOLOL and was waiting for some more players to join him, but because of his high rank in the server it usually took a while. So, you absentmindedly said that you felt ill, figuring he would at least give you a hug or tell you that he wished for you to get better soon. But, he did neither of those things.

·         All he said was, “You always seem to be ill, ____!”

·         The words hit you like having a bucket of ice cold water being dunked on you. He laughed, but with a sympathetic look, yet you felt so hurt. How could he say that, especially when he knew the reason why you felt sick?

·         You really wanted to cry, the hurt biting at your heart, but you were determined not to. You kept a brave face, biting your lip as you said it would probably go away soon.

·         He noticed that your voice sounded a little weird, but he assumed it was because you felt sick. Soon, you ended up excusing yourself to your room because you couldn’t hold back the tears. His words hurt way too much and you hated it. Even when you cried, you kept super quiet so he wouldn’t hear. You didn’t want to be such a bother to him anymore.

·         After a few hours, you came out of the room. Even though you were barely able to stop your tears, you had sort of composed yourself. If he didn’t look at you… Or didn’t pay attention to how you sounded… He wouldn’t notice you had been crying.

·         However, you didn’t realise he was cooking, so when you sat on the couch the smell of food began to immediately make you feel sick again. You grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around yourself, trying to hide your face in it.

·         He noticed your presence and greeted you cheerfully, but you could care less. All you could do was reply with yeahs and noises of agreement.

·         It wasn’t until he sat next to you that you could feel newfound tears well up in your eyes, but you hid your face as best as you could. Yet you could feel his gaze bore into you, wondering why you were acting so… different.

·         “Are you okay?”

·         It was those three words that tipped you over the edge, and as the tears trickled down your cheeks, you tried to stifle your noises. But Yoosung wasn’t dumb.

·         He could feel his heart break when he saw you trying to hide your tears. He immediately stopped cooking and threw himself at you, embracing you super tightly. He asks you why you’re crying, like was it something he said?

·         Yes it was, Yoosung.

·         When he realises it was because he made an off-hand remark about you being ill often, he instantly starts apologising. He feels like an utter jerk and is so devastated that he hurt your feelings! And when you tell him why what he said hurt you so badly… his heart sinks. He didn’t know it was a side effect of anxiety, but he feels so bad for not noticing it sooner!

·         His apologies are a mixture of “I’m so sorry!”, “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings!”, and “I didn’t realise that was the reason!”. He sounds and looks like he’s about to cry any minute, and you can genuinely tell he didn’t mean to hurt you.

·         Honestly, he’s said sorry so many times that the word sounds weird to him now.

·         Even if you’ve forgiven him, he feels like his words weren’t enough – he’ll go out and buy you your favourite sweets, and make you your favourite meal (even if it was different to what he was originally making!). If you aren’t in the mood to eat, he’ll make you a delicious hot chocolate topped with whipped cream and marshmallows (it’s not even the instant stuff – he follows this recipe online to make sure it’s super sweet and delicious!)

·         If you’re up for it, he’ll play video games with you, and it doesn’t have to be LOLOL! But if you aren’t in the mood, he’s happy to put on a movie and snuggle with you under a blanket. Just… No horror movies… It’s not like he’s scared, you know!

·         After this incident, he does a whole lot more research on anxiety and pays close attention to what your triggers are. He makes sure he’s much more careful with what he says because he doesn’t want to ever hurt you like that again!

·         Tbh it takes him like a week to stop feeling bad for what he said.


·         You hadn’t been looking forward to this day. Ever since you got a letter saying that you needed some injection you were pretty sure you’d had in the past, you had been dreading this day. You had wanted to push the day back, until they gave up and didn’t want to give you the injection.

·         However, you forced yourself to go ahead with it. The sooner you got it done, the sooner you wouldn’t have to deal with it again. You were pretty sure Zen would support you – he was always encouraging and super supportive towards you in the past, after all

·         However, when you told him how you felt, you weren’t expecting his reaction – he thought you were joking!

·         “They’re just needles, ____! They won’t hurt you!”

·         Sure, you could have forgiven him and explained your fear to him, but it was the fact he had the audacity to laugh. All you could do is glare at him and bite your cheek, now facing the prospect of having to deal with your fear alone. However, it was difficult, and the current state you were in definitely did not help.

·         You become more distressed by the minute, the thought of needles and all the bad experiences you’ve had with them on your mind. You feel your heart beating faster, your breaths becoming more laboured, and tears welling at your eyes as you struggle to cope with the thoughts you’re having.

·         Zen sees you panicking and he immediately works on calming you down, using techniques he’s learned from acting and watching his castmates have panic attacks. He’s quick to calm you down, and when you recover he wipes your tears away.

·         He gives you a tight hug and tells you over and over that he’s sorry and has been a bad boyfriend for making light of your fear. He lets you explain your fear and talk about anything else on your mind, all the while holding you and stroking your hair, occasionally placing kisses on your forehead.

·         He feels like he’s been slapped in the face when you tell him how much your fear affects you. He couldn’t believe he had the audacity to laugh it off, even if he wasn’t aware of it beforehand.

·         While you’re waiting for the nurse to call you in, he’ll play with your hair and offer you a ton of encouragement. He’ll talk about random stuff just to take your mind off what’s to come. He doesn’t even mind singing a song for you and offering a show for everyone else in the waiting room if you want it.

·         When you get the injection, he lets you squeeze his hand super tight, even if it’s hard enough to cause bruises. He watches them put the needle in, and he realises why you’re so scared – he hasn’t had an injection in years, so he doesn’t know how it feels, but it looks painful!

·         After the injection, he’ll treat you like a princess afterwards. He’ll kiss where you were injected and let you rest for the remainder of the day.

·         The next day he’ll surprise you with flowers and your favourite sweets, again apologising for acting like a jerk about something you were terrified of. If you ever need another injection, he’s going to remember this moment so he knows not to say something insensitive like that again.


·         It was just another ordinary evening at her house. You had been staying with her for some time because you had been suffering with some mental health issues, and she wanted to be by your side and look after you. You hadn’t been out for days and the thought of even taking a step outside was too much for you to bear.

·         She had asked you if you wanted to go out, but you shook your head. You would rather stay inside, where you felt comfort, where nobody was watching. You expected her to be fine with it and suggest doing something to cheer you up, but you were totally unprepared for her words.

·         “Don’t you ever get bored of staying inside?”

·         Her words stung. She knew you would’ve loved to go outside, but couldn’t bring yourself to. It wasn’t even like she said it sympathetically either, she said it so casually and sounding slightly irritated… You felt hurt. She had been so accepting about your mental health disorder, but now it felt like she was throwing it back in your face.

·         You hadn’t noticed the tears well up in your eyes until you felt them threatening to spill out of your eyes. You didn’t want Jaehee to see how weak you were, but you couldn’t make them go away. They fell, and you couldn’t suppress the sniffles that followed. You feel so pathetic and childish, but you can’t stop the tears from falling. You covered your face with your hands, trying to ensure Jaehee wouldn’t see… But it only made it more obvious you were crying.

·         Seeing you break down into tears like that makes her feel awful. She could see how much her words had hurt you, and she never intended them to be so malicious. She bit her cheek, trying to stay rational and focus on calming you down.

·         She makes you a cup of tea and some tissues, letting you cry it out. If you want a hug, she’ll oblige, holding you close and letting you cry on her shoulder.

·         When you’re calmer, she’ll give you a sincere apology. She really never meant to hurt your feelings and she feels a pang in her heart seeing you look so defeated and upset. She wishes she hadn’t been so blunt with her words.

·         She suggests watching a movie, and for once she’ll let you choose the film – she won’t mind if it isn’t a Zen musical! She’ll make some snacks and dim the lights, wrapping the two of you in a blanket.

·         After this, she wants to talk to you about your problems. Even if she can’t solve them all, she wants to be by your side and support you through difficult times. She knows how daunting it can be when you can’t bear to face the world; she’s felt like that when she’s been through rough patches working at C&R. She wants to be someone who can help you and build your confidence up.


·         You hadn’t been feeling hungry for the past few days. You often went through periods where you didn’t want to eat and felt fine without food, and now was just another time. Even if you’d tried to hide this fact from Jumin by eating small portions, today you just couldn’t do it. You felt like if you ate, you would burst. You just weren’t in the mood to eat.

·         The problem was, you didn’t know how to tell him you didn’t want to eat. Even if you two were accepting of each other… You didn’t know how he would react to you not wanting to eat. You were kind of terrified that he would force feed you or tell you that you were ungrateful, but you knew it was better to tell him sooner rather than later.

·         As you were thinking of the right words to say to him, you hadn’t noticed that you had been served your food by the chef. In fact, you had been spacing out, so worried about what to say, that it took Jumin to snap you out of it. You would have appreciated it, but the words were the ones you didn’t want to hear, especially now.

·         “Aren’t you going to eat?”

·         Sure, these were relatively harmless words, but hearing them now felt like a slap to the face. You couldn’t even respond or move; his words had caused you to stop functioning altogether.

·         Jumin immediately knew something was wrong. He tried to ask you if you were okay, but now you started to tense up as you thought horrible things about yourself. How you were so unappreciative, how you were a disgusting pig, and how you were just a waste of space. You struggled to meet his gaze, and instead excused yourself from the table, not even bringing yourself to meet his gaze.

·         Jumin normally doesn’t worry, but seeing you look so upset and trying to remain calm… As well as not touching your food… He’s worried now. He completely ignored his meal and followed you, wanting to know why you seemed so upset.

·         Really, you just wanted to lock yourself away and cry alone, but you knew he wasn’t going to let it go, no matter how hard you tried to brush it off.

·         Even though it takes you a while, since you’re so insistent that you won’t cry, you reluctantly tell him why you’re upset. You tell him how insensitive his words were and how they made you feel. How you had those periods of not wanting to eat, and how you were nervous about telling him, all the while he listened intently with a tightness in his chest as he realised he said the wrong thing.

·         “I should have been more careful with my words. I’m sorry.”

·         Letting the chef take away your food, he takes you to the bedroom and holds you close to him, reassuring you that he doesn’t think of you any differently for your eating habits. If you can’t hold back your tears, he’ll let you cry them all out until you’re satisfied. If Elizabeth joins you two, he’ll let you snuggle her as long as you want. He wants to comfort you and make you feel better, since he felt appalled that he would say something so hurtful to you, especially since you were the one who untangled his threads.

·         Honestly, he drops his work for the rest of the day to comfort you and remind you how much he loves you.

·         After this, he’ll make sure you see a doctor, just to make sure it isn’t anything super serious. But, he’ll treat you like luxury for a very long time afterwards, even if he does already; he’ll buy you countless gifts every day, to remind you how much he loves you.

·         It’s now his top priority for you to be comfortable with telling him about any problems you have. He’d never judge you for anything, and he wants you to know that.


·         You were getting ready for a date with Seven. He had arrived earlier than you expected, so he was waiting for you while you finished putting on your makeup. You were super insecure about your appearance, and putting on a lot of makeup made you feel better – it acted as a sort of mask, so no one could judge you for how you looked.

·         However, when you were finished, Seven had a different reaction than you were expecting. Sure, you weren’t expecting him to sing your praises about how you looked, but…

·         “I can’t believe it takes you so long to get ready!”

·         You weren’t expecting that reaction. Maybe it was because you hadn’t been feeling good recently, or the fact that you’d had a shitty week, but his words hurt.

·         Even as you got into his car and he started driving towards your date location, you were having horrible thoughts about yourself. He had never even said the things you thought in your head, but your current mood made you think words that he would never say. And it felt so bad.

·         You tried for so long to not cry, to steel your heart and keep it all in until this date was over. But it was so difficult not to, especially when they were clouding your vision and making it impossible to see.

·         You let a few tears fall, staring at the floor so he wouldn’t see you cry. You would feel so weak and pathetic if he saw you now… Except he kind of noticed.

·         “Are you crying?”

·         You shake your head, trying to brush it off as the rain, but he sees through your lie. You’re in the car and he can hear you trying to control your breathing. And then suddenly, you let it all out, unable to hold back your sadness.

·         Through your tears you told him how ugly you felt, how you hated wearing a ‘mask’ even around him, but it was the only way you truly felt confident. All your life you had been told you weren’t ‘pretty enough’ or looked horrible.

·         You sob into his shirt, neither of you caring that there would be makeup stains left behind. He embraced you, playing with your hair and whispering that it would be okay, that everything was going to be all right.

·         He’ll give you a sincere apology; he feels awful that he hurt your feelings without realising it. You deserve better than his thoughtless words, after all. He even understands how you feel, because he often feels ugly and insecure about his appearance too.

·         When you feel a little better, he’ll cup your face and give you a passionate kiss, wiping your tears away with the pads of his thumbs. And when he pulls away, he’ll giggle and push your cheeks to make you smile, even if it looks weird. He’ll focus on trying to make you laugh too, and honestly it works because this guy is the master of puns and jokes.

·         He’ll even give you his jacket for comfort while he drives, too.

·         Honestly, you two were probably planning on a date at the planetarium but now he’s pulling up to the nearest McDonalds because he knows junk food cheers you up. You’re in a beautiful red dress, makeup done to perfection (asides from the black lines that make you look like the Marionette from FNAF), and hair coiffed as best as you could make it… But you’re eating chicken nuggets and fries, not giving a damn how out of place you look in the food court.

·         When you get home, he’ll show you how beautiful you really are <3

·         After this, he makes sure to tell you how beautiful you are every day. He’s probably gone into your phone and set you random, cute alarms, reminding you that you’re beautiful. He’ll even send you feel good texts throughout the day, even if the two of you are in the same room. He’ll shower you in so many compliments that if each one was a droplet of water, you would be having a bath.


·         You hadn’t had the greatest week. It hadn’t been going well, and you felt stressed. V already knew. He suggested taking photos to relieve your stress and it had been working.

·         You were taking random photos of his cactus, and thought you had found the perfect shot. You were eager to show him, to see what he’d say!

·         However, when he looked at your photo… His reaction didn’t seem to change. And you were confused – could he not see it well enough? Did you show him the wrong picture? Had the camera died?

·         You expected some sort of criticism and were ready to accept it, but you didn’t expect it to be so… harsh.

·         “It’d be better if you made the focus of the photo more central, lowered the brightness…”

·         He started listing his critiques, and it felt horrible. On any other day this would be bearable, but today, when you felt like shit, it hurt a lot. It felt like he was tearing your work to shreds and no matter what you did to improve, it would never be good enough.

·         It hurt even more because he was so nice, and his critiques weren’t like normal. He would normally point out some things that were good about the photo, but he had said nothing of the sort right now.

·         When he was finished with his critique, you couldn’t even say a single word. This man, this kind man, had made you speechless. You muttered a quiet thank you, taking the camera from his hands and ignoring the hurt in your chest. All you wanted to do was go to your bed and cry.

·         However, V could sense something was amiss. He knew his words had affected you. Before you’re even out of the door he asks you if he was too harsh.

·         There was no point in lying about it, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to bottle this up anyway, so you reluctantly nodded and tried to speak with a wobbly voice.

·         Yeah… It really hurt…

·         You let out a ragged exhale, biting your lip as you tried to hold back tears. V seemed to pause, as if weighing your words, before telling you that he’s sorry.

·         He felt so bad for making you feel upset, when that wasn’t his intent. He knew he shouldn’t have been so harsh with his words, and he wishes he could take them back. He tells you that he’s sorry, that he never meant to hurt your feelings like that. You make his entire world and he doesn’t ever want to make you cry because of something he said before he thought about it.

·         You two end up lying on your bed as he pets your hair soothingly, talking to you in that calming voice he knows you love. He holds you close, close enough so you can hear his heartbeat. He does his best to take care of you for the rest of the day - as best as a blind man can – but his efforts don’t go unappreciated, nevertheless.

·         After this incident, he’ll help you take the perfect photo. And when you’ve done it, he’ll frame it above the mantelpiece.  


·         You hadn’t been feeling good recently. You couldn’t tell why, but every day you felt so down and weren’t as cheerful as you usually were. You had tried to hide this from Saeran, feigning happiness when in reality you were hurting on the inside. Although, despite your best efforts, Saeran had seen through your façade. You had sort of expected it, and anticipated him to be blunt with his response, but no amount of anticipation could prepare you for his words.

·         “I wish you weren’t so sad.”

·         You attempted to continue being fine, despite how much the words hurt you, but you just felt ashamed for feeling so sad. You never complained about his moods, but now it felt like you were being criticised for not being as happy as he wanted you to be. You instinctively curled up, as if using your body as a shield against his words, but the damage had been done.

·         He sees you curling up and asks you if you’re hurt by what he said. You try to tell him that you’re fine, but he calls you out on your bullshit. He’s not dumb, and he’s learned the body language you use when you’re sad. He knows your every habit, and he knows how you act when you’re sad.

·         Knowing that you can’t hide your feelings from him, you let it out. You feel ashamed, when this is nothing in comparison to the trauma he’s been through, but it’s like you’re unleashing a waterfall and can’t stop yourself.

·         He tries his best to cheer you up, but to be honest he has such little experience in dealing with other people’s emotions that he isn’t sure of what to do. He’ll give up his dignity and try to tell some stupid jokes that he’s heard Seven say, and if they don’t work… He’ll do impressions. He feels really stupid, but because it’s for you, he doesn’t mind. Just… So long as Seven doesn’t see him like this, he’s okay, because he would never hear the end of it otherwise.

·         He normally doesn’t like being touched by other people or having his personal space invaded, but he’ll give you a hug and tell you that he didn’t mean it in a degrading way; he meant that he wanted you to be happy and felt bad seeing you so down. He misses your positivity and how you would encourage him to do his best.

·         When you feel calmer, he thinks of the ways you comfort him after he has a PTSD attack. He decides to put on a movie that both of you like, and he builds a pillow fort (goddammit, Seven’s rubbing off on him!). He’ll get some ice cream and he’ll let you share some with him… And in that moment, you know his attempts are genuine, because he never shares his ice cream, and certainly not this generously.

·         Afterwards, he’ll do something that he struggles to do. He’ll tell you how much he loves you. He normally feels so embarrassed about saying stuff like that, but since the moment feels right and he knows for certain you aren’t going to judge him, he says it. Even really cheesy stuff he would normally cringe at.

·         He wants to work on expressing himself more nicely, since he hates how blunt he is. It’s certainly difficult for him, but with you by his side, he can at least try his best and rely on you to call him out when he says something insensitive.

The Boy Next Door (9)

Summary: You didn’t used to hate the boy next door.

Word Count: 1070

Warnings: Angst, swearing

A/N: :)))))))) enjoy while i get hammered

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Title: i might like you too
Pairing: Mark Lee/Reader
Genre: Soulmate!AU. You hear your soul mate’s thoughts inside your head since the moment they/you are born.
Summary: Mark is young, to the point he doesn’t really care much about soul mates and the entire concept behind them. However, once he realizes that his soul mate might be closer than he thought she was, he starts to wonder if he wants to meet her or not…yet, there was still a problem: they could hear each other’s thoughts.
Note: I do not write for NCT in any of their units, not because I don’t stan them (because I absolutely do) but because I don’t think I know them enough to write about them, so this is (most likely) a one time thing. This is a back-story of one of my chaptered fics lost thoughts and Mark just happens to be a character of said fic, so people seemed to be interested in his character and I took the opportunity to write this. However, I had @byunists​ in mind when I thought of this idea and I wanted to give her something as a lil gift, so here it is~

Numbers were confusing, much more when they were all over the whiteboard and the teacher kept talking and talking to no end; it was only the beginning of the school year and he was already making everyone sweat with fear for the upcoming exam. Mark doesn’t absolutely hate math class, he is pretty great at it…in the sense that he doesn’t know what he is doing, but he kinds does and he remembers things five minutes before the exam is over, but it’s enough to have him pass the exams and ace them, so he is more than happy that his brain decides to work that way. His fingers were playing with the pencil on his hand and he tapped it against his notebook, creating a rhythm of a song he heard on the radio as he sees yet another square root in the mix of all those numbers, making him stop his beat and scribble down in case he got lost in the middle of the problem. His lips let out a sigh, wondering what his friends must be doing right now, probably being on Physical Education class for he was separated from them in this new year of school. Perhaps, he needs his friends to annoy him and keep him entertained, but most of them were either on a lower grade or simply in another class.

Then, he hears someone groaning. A feminine voice, quite close, definitely unknown, but it makes him perk up and look around. It’s weird because he is absolutely surrounded by males from all sides and all the girls were on the other side of the room, probably far enough for him to stop hearing their voices altogether. That’s when he remembers that he had a soul mate, somewhere along this world waiting for him…and that was cool, in all the sense of the word. She didn’t talk much to him because they were both too shy, but he had heard her voice once or twice, and he could say that it was really soothing, even when she said she didn’t like it.

I don’t understand shit about math.” His dark eyebrows frown when he hears those words. Sure, soul mates technically shared a same vision of life or their souls connected in one way or another, but what are the odds of someone having math class at the same time as him, let alone his soul mate? He looks around once again, stretching a little bit to see if there was someone that could possibly be having a hard time with math. Most of the class looked like they did, so it was useless. “Like what even is that?  Why is the answer forty five?  God, I need to pay attention unless I will fail at life!” Mark immediately widens his eyes and they roam towards the whiteboard, seeing the teacher’s big handwriting showcasing the number forty five. His heart begins to race and he tries to talk to her, but he feels like he needs to think this through. Maybe she isn’t even in his class; maybe teachers along the entire world used the same problems for students in his grade…

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  • Ruby (With badly dyed blond hair tied up into sections): Ow! Dad, be careful!
  • Taiyang: Well, it's not like I do this very often. I can' t take any chances or else you'll look even worse. (starts applying the dye to Ruby's hair.) Okay, according the instructions it'll take about thirty minutes for the die to work. Afterward your hair should be at least look like normal again.
  • Ruby: *sigh* Well, that's a relief.
  • Taiyang: Yeah. Speaking of, (Meets Ruby eye to eye) Why don't you tell me why you did this?
  • Ruby: (looks away from her dad awkwardly.)
  • Taiyang: I mean, I could see Yang doing something like this, if only because she could be going through the whole "rebellious teen' phase. But you, Ruby? This is so not like you.
  • Ruby: ...
  • Taiyang: Did somebody insult your hair? Was this a bet? Was it peer pressure? I just can't for the life of me why you would want to dye your hair of all things.
  • Ruby: IwantedtolooklikeyouandYang.
  • Taiyang: ... What?
  • Ruby: I'm not repeating it.
  • Taiyang: No, I heard you Ruby. I've known you long enough to keep up. What I can't understand is what made you think this way? Why did you want to look like me and Yang?
  • Ruby: I'm just-I'm just-TIRED of always being looked at weird when I say you're my dad or that Yang's my sister. I'm tired of everything asking me if I'm joking, I'm tired of people assuming Uncle Qrow is my dad just because we have dark hair, I'm tired of feeling like I'm some sore sort of sore thumb in this family! For once, I just-I just- (tears start welling up in Ruby's eyes) I want people to look at us and see us a family and not just a guy, his daughter and the extra girl!
  • (Ruby looks like she's about cry when Taiyang cups her face and leans his head against hers)
  • Taiyang: hey now, Rosebud. Don't you cry.
  • Ruby: But Dad I-
  • Taiyang: I know how you feel, Rosebud. I get pretty sick of having to say you get your looks from your mother too. But the thing is: It doesn't matter what other people say. No matter what you look like, no matter what other people say: you'll always be my little girl. There is no amount of mistakes or assumptions that can change that. Got it?
  • Ruby: *sniffs* Y-yeah...
  • Taiyang: Good girl *pulls away only to see that Ruby's ahir dye looks a little messed up in the front* Huh? *runs his fingers through his hair, seeing black dye on them* Oh damnit!
  • Ruby: *looks down guiltily*
  • Taiyang: *sighs before eying the bottle of hair die...*
  • (The Next Day)
  • Yang: ...And then BAM! He goes flying into the nearest wall, with that stupid taser staff snapping in two!
  • Ruby: yeah, okay.
  • Yang: Jeez Ruby, you're usually on the verge of bursting out of your chair when I tell stories. What's up? *Eyes the top of her head* Is your hair a different shade of black today?
  • Ruby: Yang...
  • Taiyang: Hey girls, Good Morning!
  • Yang: About time you got up! What in Remant where you do-*Sees that Taiyang has black hair* DAD! What happened!
  • Ruby: Dad-
  • Taiyang: Oh I just had a little accident with some hair dye. Decide to just roll with it. *walks up to Ruby puts their faces side by side, grinning* Almost like we're siblings huh?
  • Yang: *rolls her eyes* Sure dad.
  • Taiyang: Okay then, guess I should make you girls some break- *stops as Ruby wraps her arms around him in a tight hug.* Love you too, Ruby.
Shit People Say After You Tell Them Your Sign
  • *actual events by actual people
  • Aries: "Damn that explains your muscles"
  • "No wonder you have a temper hahahhhaa ok don't hit me"
  • "But you don't like sports????"
  • Taurus: "Okay nice so are you hungry now?"
  • "But you can't even decide what shoes to wear today wut"
  • "but you're always too lazy to argue COME ON FIGHT ME"
  • Gemini: "Lmao you two-faced hoe what did I tell you"
  • "Okay but if like you have a pair of gemini twins...would they both have one face each or four"
  • "You're loyal for one OR ARE YOU hmmmmm"
  • Cancer: "I've never seen you cry though"
  • "Stay away from me I might get cancer"
  • "You're not even selfish thoughhhhh"
  • "That's why you a thot"
  • Virgo: "But you never study wut"
  • "You don't even clean your room this is a lie"
  • "So are you a eternally a virgin or"
  • Libra: "This is why you can't decide on what to eat. Like, ever."
  • "What happens if two libras go on a date omfg how to you choose where to go fuck this is giving ME a headache"
  • "I don't care if you flirt with everyone don't steal my gurl fam"
  • Scorpio: "But you're so nice"
  • "Is this why you're always dressed like you're going to a funeral ahaaa- okay sorry"
  • "That explains your horrifying tweet damn"
  • Sagittarius: "Stop liking every girl you meet man you're more of a hoe than libra"
  • "But you're scared of heights"
  • "But you don't even go out of your room what do you mean adventure is this a sick joke"
  • Capricorn: "But you is the biggest party peep I know"
  • "no wonder you do so well without studying fuck you"
  • "is this why you never find dates"
  • Aquarius: "....so what does your sign do"
  • "Aren't you basically Sagittarius? What's the difference"
  • "...okay nice"
  • Pisces: "isn't that why you're so adorable awwwWWW"
  • "so are you and cancer like. TItanic buddies"
  • "Wow all my pisces friends are art people how are you good at science"
Now I feel bad - D.S

Pairing: Daniel Seavey x reader

Warnings: None that I can think of,

Summary: How does he react to a lonely, beauty that ignores him. Little did he know, she could never actually hear him.

You P.O.V

You sat aimlessly doodling in you book, you carried it with you everywhere. It contained many conversations you had, had with people and many, many doodles of people you had seen or objects that caught your eye. Like now for instance. Something about your starbuck’s cup seem to fascinate you, resulting in your being completely distracted from the world around you. You occasionally you blew the loose strand of your y/c/h out of your face just for it to fall back in the same position. You had decided to wear you hair in a messy bun, refusing to take it out and redo it for the sake of a single strand. You wore you black leather jacket, high waist jeans ripped at the knee, a loose grey tee and a flannel around your waist. You hadn’t bothered to do you make up, since you abnormally large round glasses, similar to the snap chat filter would cause you to sweat it off. You had spent a lot of time, this week specifically, in this café. Something just expected drawing you back. You where used to siting alone by now, you had spent most of your life with your own company. Not many people had the patience to deal with you and those who did quickly left. It was often just you and your drawings. You still lived at home with your parents, you wouldn’t be bale to live on your own for a while.

Daniel P.O.V

He walked into the shop, the heat instantly hitting his face, as the smell of coffee filled his sense. He passed by the same girl he had saw everyday for the passed week. Alone. Again. It saddened him. He ordered his coffee, heading over to where she sat. She was in her own little world, he found it adorable.

“Mind if I sit here?” He asked, a sweet smile prominent on his lips. He waited. He repeated his question thinking you hadn’t heard him, still being polite but you had ignored him yet again.

“Excuse me” He huffed, annoyance beginning to lace his voice at thought of you rudely ignoring him. If you didn’t want his company, all you had to do was say and not be completely rude about it. “Is this seat free?” He asked, his voice completely coated in annoyance and the sweet smile fading. He scoffed ready to walk off but he had finally caught your attention.

Your P.O.V

Your glanced up after feeling an intense gaze burning into your skull. You felt uneasy. When you looked up, you noticed a boy around your age and much taller than you rather red in the face. You felt concerned. Taking a clean page in your book, you quickly scribbled something down, sliding the book to him.

‘Are you ok?’ You wrote in swirls that was your handwriting. He looked rather confused, saying something but you couldn’t hear what he was saying. No matter how hard you tried. You took the pad back, quickly scribbling down another note.

'I’m really sorry, but i’m completely deaf, I cannot speak properly or hear anything’ You passed him back the pad, the anger that once fill his feature rapidly fading. He began to feel around his coat, looking at you with sorrow in his beautiful blue eyes. You passed him your pencil assuming that he was looking for a pen. It didn’t take him long to write you back a note.

Daniels P.O.V

My heart sank when I read the note she had given me. To think I thought she was just being rude but she was in fact deaf. I tried to find a pen, sure I had one on me. She offered me a sweet smile as she handed me her pencil.

'I’m sorry, I didn’t know’ I slid the book back to her, a smile appearing on her face. I decided to stay and chat for a while, a while turning into hours. We talked, wrote, for hours. It turns out that the sweet deaf girl has a beautiful name. Y/N. Prefect for such a sweet girl.

Your P.O.V

Daniel. He so sweet. The first person to actually sit and talk with me for so long. It felt so nice to talk to another person. We talked about his band, his friends and how he has recently toured. We exchanged number and promised to meet up tomorrow. He was so kind, he even asked if I could teach him sign language. No body has ever done that for me. Not including my parents. He offered to help me learn to talk. I didn’t want the night to end. Because for the first time in forever, I finally felt like a normal girl.

You fell asleep smiling, excited for tomorrow.

The sun rose rather quickly, excitement rushed through your body as you hurried to get dressed, grabbing you book as a notification went off on your phone.

Daniel: Hey Y/N! We still on for today?

A smile plastered itself all over you lips as you read the message, quick to reply.

Daniels P.O.V

Y/N: Yep, on my way ;)

I hurried out the door, rushing to catch her on time. As soon as I arrived, I saw her looking just as beautiful as ever, in the same place. I rushed over to her, placing a bag on you table in front of her. the words 'For you Y/N’ written on it. Her eyes widen as a large smile, a gorgeous one, lit up her face. She umped from her seat, wrapping her arms around my torso tightly. Taken by surprise at first, I tensed up. But I relaxed as soon as I felt her head on my chest, wrapping my arms around her. I only pulled away when I felt something wet touch my chest. That was when I noticed tears in her eyes.

'Thank you so much’ She wrote, it warmed my heart.

*a few weeks later*

Your P.O.V

You had grown quite fond of him, would even go as far as to say you had developed feeling for him. He was just so sweet and caring, he had even learnt to sign 'Hello’, 'goodbye’, 'how are you?’ and 'I’m good thank you’. He had learnt a few other words here and there but the two of you had mainly just wrote to each other. This allowed you to read over your conversations before you went to sleep whenever you felt sad. You had met him in your usual spot. He appeared really anxious, his beautiful smile gone as you walked in causing you to fear the worst. Being high on guard, you made your way over to him. Your heart ached with fear. Your hands trembled as you approached him. He offered you a small smile as you sat opposite him. He hadn’t even said hi and was already writing something.

'I’m not sure how to say this to you’ he passed the note to you causing you to nod in response.

'I just hope that it comes out right and that I don’t say it wrong. Sorry’ He wrote. A tear threatened to fall as you feared the worse. Could he have really have lead you on? He began signing something. He was slow and careful as he did. Your eyes widened as you realised what he had learnt to say. Your tear letting slip.

Daniels P.O.V

I took my time, making sure I got the message across clearly. She preferred to use sign language, I felt this was the best way to say it.

'Will… you… be… my… girl… friend…“ I mouthed as I signed the words. A tear slipping from her eye.

"Y-ye…s” She just about said. Joy filled my body as I jumped up hugging her tightly, twirling her in my arms as I planted a kiss on her lips. She had spoken for the first time, for me! I kissed her again passionately as she kissed back.

Unexpected (J.M)

Description - You catch Jonah cheating and the boys all knew about it.

Part 2
Part 3

Warning: Jonah being an asshole, angst?, swearing

Jack and Zach sat on stools surrounding the island in their kitchen, the laptop decked before then opened up to a YouNow tab. They hadn’t started a session yet, both being too busy laughing and goofing around with each other.

Behind them, in one corner of the kitchen where a seating booth was placed, you and Jonah sat with each other - more so on each other. Jonah’s back was pressed against one side of the booth as he sat horizontally on the couch. You sat on his leg that was rested up on the couch-like seating as his left arm stays secured around your waist, holding you against him. His right hand held his phone as he went browsing through it, and you scrolled through Instagram with your head sorted slightly in the crook of his neck.

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obliviaet  asked:

Ahhh okay okay okay!! I for one thank you for following me! I wouldn't think you would like my blog! Anyway for a Drarry prompt! I don't have an exact idea but I want amortentia DRARRY! One of them brewing in class and one comes in wondering why it smells like who. Ooh! OR OR! The classical: you messed this up! I don't smell anything! Honestly amortentia anything!

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“Mr. Potter! How nice of you to join us!” Slughorn said as Harry came into class late.

“Sorry Professor. I overslept,” Harry mumbled.

“Oh not to worry, my boy! We’re just brewing up some Amortentia.”

“Um…okay,” Harry said, having no idea what Amortentia is.

“Right, well, since you came in late, it seems your usual partner, Mr. Weasley, is taken. Mr. Malfoy needs a partner, though.”

Draco’s head snapped up at this.

“I think I’d rather work alone, sir.”

“Oh nonsense, boy! Go on, take your seat.”

Harry sighed and sat down in the chair next to Draco, who just rolled his eyes at him.

“Yeah, I’m not too thrilled either,” Harry muttered to himself, but loud enough for Draco to hear.

“Well can you at least be helpful?” Draco snapped.

Harry sighed and looked over at Draco’s textbook. He didn’t want to pull out his own and risk Draco seeing all the extra writing in it. Harry didn’t bother to read what the potion actually does and just skipped right down to the instructions. Draco had already started brewing it, so Harry didn’t know what point the potion was at.

“What should I do?”

“Merlin, you’re useless.”

“Well how do you expect me to just know how far you are?!”

“Well, maybe come to class on time!”

“Do you want me to help or not?”

Draco took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

“Step four,” he bit out.

Harry grabbed the supplies and quickly began cutting up rose thorns.

“You’re not doing it right, Potter.”

“Jesus, Malfoy. It’s fine. It just has to be cut, I don’t think it really matters how.”

“It does matter,” Draco said, and then reached over to take the knife from Harry.

When he grabbed for the knife, their hands brushed together, and Harry gasped and dropped the knife at the warmth he felt from the contact. The knife clattered on the floor, and Draco glared at him before bending down to pick it up.

“Just stay out of the way,” he muttered and made quick work of cutting up the rose thorns and throwing them into the cauldron.

Harry grew bored of just watching Draco stir and add things.

“Let me do something,” he practically whined.

Draco gave him a strange look, one that wasn’t a glare, and that Harry was surprised to see.

“I’m almost done. Just let me do it,” Draco said and added the last ingredient.

“Can I at least stir it? You did all the work, I feel bad…” Harry admitted.

He was just as shocked to hear himself say that as Draco was.


Draco moved out of the way and Harry mixed the potion until it turned the proper color.

“I think we’re done, Professor!” Harry called.

Slughorn came over and looked into their cauldron.

“Well done, boys! Go ahead and smell it,” he told them before walking off to check the status of a different group’s potion.

“Smell it? Why the bloody hell would I do that?”

“Do you even know what this potion is, Potter?”

“Of course I do!” Harry lied.

He didn’t fool Draco, who just rolled his eyes.

“It’s a love potion. It’s supposed to smell like what you’re attracted to, so it varies from person to person.”

At that, Harry leaned down to smell it.

“Well it doesn’t smell any different than it has the whole time we’ve been working on it.”

“Bullshit, Potter. If you had done any work, I would believe that, but I know that I didn’t mess it up.”

Draco then lightly pushed Harry to the side so he could smell it. Harry noticed the panicked look on his face after he registered the smell.

“Well? Do you smell anything?”


“Well what is it?”

“None of your business, Potter!”

Harry then went over by Hermione and Ron, who just finished, to smell theirs, insisting that something with his own went wrong.

“What the hell! It smells exactly the same as the one I made with…Malfoy.”

The realization quickly crashed upon Harry. He slowly made his way back over to Draco.

“Was theirs brewed correctly?” Draco asked.

“Yes,” Harry said quietly and sat down, not bothering to help Draco clean up.

Draco looked at Harry for a moment, trying to meet his eyes, but Harry wouldn’t let him. He just stared down at the desk. The bell finally rung, signaling the end of class, and Harry was the first one out. Before he could get far, though, someone called his name.


Harry stopped walking, and waited for him to catch up.

“What do you want, Malfoy?”

“I, um…wanted to ask if you were okay.”

“And since when do you care about my well being?”

Draco shrugged.

“You just seemed upset.”

“Yeah, well, having a bloody potion confirm the feelings that I’ve been trying to deny isn’t exactly how I planned on today going.”

The words were out of Harry’s mouth before he realized he was saying them.

“Funny, I had the same experience.”

Harry narrowed his eyes at Draco.

“What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean. I mean the same thing as you. I smelt you in the bloody potion, Potter. And I know you smelt me, too.”

Harry blushed.

“I-I didnt-”

“Really? Then please tell me why you’re acting like this.”

Harry didn’t say anything and looked away from Draco.

“How long have you felt this way?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Harry mumbled.

“Tell me, Potter.”

Harry let out an exasperated sigh and met Draco’s grey eyes.

“I don’t know! Ages!”

“I’ve had a crush on you since first year,” Draco admitted.

Harry’s eyes widened in surprise.

“You’re joking,” Harry said, shaking his head. “This is some kind of sick joke, isn’t it?! I bet Zabini and Parkinson are just waiting around the corner, laughing!” 

Harry wasn’t sure where the sudden burst of anger came from. Draco was shocked at his outburst.

“Calm down, Harry. This isn’t a joke. I bloody love you.”

Harry stared at him with wide green eyes. He didn’t know what to think, and honestly, he was scared. He had never felt this way about anyone before, and he couldn’t handle it if Draco was just messing with him.

“Harry,” Draco said and gently took Harry’s hand. “I wouldn’t joke about this. I’ve wanted this…us for ages. You can ask anyone. They’ll tell you about how I never shut up about you.”

Harry cracked a small smile at that.

“This is…unexpected.”

Draco chuckled.

“I agree. But it’s welcome. So what do you say?”

“About what?”

Draco rolled his eyes.

“Being my boyfriend, obviously.”

Harry blushed, but couldn’t keep the smile off of his face.

“I would really like that.”

“Good,” Draco said and leaned in to press a soft kiss to Harry’s lips. “If this is how we reacted, I don’t even want to know what our friends will think.”

Harry laughed.

“I have a feeling yours won’t be too surprised. After all, you never shut up about me.”

“Oh shut up, Potter,” Draco grumbled, and then dragged a laughing Harry along to their next class.

Companions plus faction leaders see get Sole get gravely injured and while trying to help them, they try to walk it off and continue the fight
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Cait:</b> One moment, both Cait and Sole were having the time of their lives, decimating supermutants. The next, Sole was screaming while a mutant dog tore up their arm. Cait bashed the dog's head in without a moment's hesitation. She was about to go back into the fight when she saw Sole trying to get up and grab their weapon. "Oh, no you don't! Sit back down Sole!" Sole said that they were perfectly capable of fighting, but Cait wasn't having it. She forced Sole to stay seated, then threatened them to stay or else. Sole begrudgingly allowed Cait to fix them up. After she was done, she pointed a finger at Sole and told them that if they worried her like that again, she'd kill them herself.<p/><b>Codsworth:</b> Codsworth honestly thought that Sole was invincible before he saw them get torn up by a feral ghoul. He told Sole that they should heal themselves while he takes care of the remaining ghouls, but Sole wasn't hearing it. They told him that they were fine and limped back into the fray. Codsworth couldn't really argue with Sole, so he made sure to take care of the toughest enemies. Ensuring that Sole would have it easier.<p/><b>Curie:</b> Curie lets out a rather loud gasp when she sees the blood blossoming on Sole's thigh while they were fighting gunners. Curie tries to treat it right away, even with Sole telling her to stop over and over again. Sole just keeps on firing their gun while Curie patches their leg up as best she can with them standing. When the last of their enemies were down, Curie properly fixes Sole's leg, not noticing their piercing stare until she glanced up. "What's the matter madam/monsieur​..?" She looks quite shocked. "You got in my way during the fight!" Curie winces and tiltes her head down. "I-I'm sorry, but you seemed to b-be in pain..." She looked up. "I just wanted to help, really!" Sole put their hand on their kind hearted companion's shoulder. "I know Curie, but next time help me when everything wanting to kill us is dead."<p/><b>Danse:</b> Sole got knocked out for a few seconds when a synth hit them with a shock baton. Danse quickly destroyed it, before turning to Sole with his brow furrowed in worry. "You okay soldier?" Sole blinked out the remaining spots in their vision. "Yeah, I'm fine." They tried to stand, but ended up falling right back down. They tried twice more before Danse commanded them to stay. Sole tried to protest, but to no avail. They couldn't disobey a direct command from someone with a higher rank than them. By the time Danse returned, Sole was able to walk, but Danse still had them lean on him. After a few minutes of silence, Sole looked up at Danse and quietly asked him, "Please don't tell Elder Maxson about my screw up today." Danse kept looking forward, but there was a small smile on his face. "Of course soldier. I know you'd do the same for me."<p/><b>Deacon:</b> Sole and Deacon were doing fairly well against a group of raiders up until Sole slipped and got shot multiple times in the stomach. Deacon turned around when he heard Sole's scream. His eyes went wide, panicking for a second before pulling himself together. He shot the raiders around them before running up to inspect Sole's injuries. They tried telling him that they're fine, but coughed up blood while doing so. "Uh-huh. I've heard some pretty bad lies in my time, but I think that one just took the cake. Sorry, but you're staying where you are." All Sole could do was groan and lean their head back while Deacon finished up. He already had stimpacks ready when he came back to Sole's spot. They ended up camping there for the night, giving Sole plenty if time to think about how lucky they are to have Deacon as a companion.<p/><b>Dogmeat:</b> Sole gets grazed by a feral's bony hands while in downtown Boston. Dogmeat thinks that Sole is seriously hurt, so he goes absolutely berserk on the rest of the ferals. 'Must protect human!' Sole ends up not being able to shoot anything because Dogmeat's in the way. He gets rewarded with a brahmin steak later on for being such a good boy.<p/><b>Hancock:</b> Hancock damn near went feral when Sole got seriously hurt by a raider. He only increased the violence when he saw that Sole was trying to help him, scared that they'd get in an even worse condition. He was not going to lose the one good thing he had left on this world. When he saw Sole's dumbfounded look after he was done, he burst out laughing. "Chalk that up to 'reasons why I'm awesome." That snapped Sole out of it. "Yeah, yeah. Just fix me up already." He did it without hesitation and helped Sole to their feet. While they were walking away, Hancock ruffled Sole's hair affectionately, and told them not to worry him so much. Sole just smirked and said that they couldn't promise anything.<p/><b>MacCready:</b> While fighting a bunch of gunners, Sole was flung across the street by a man in power armour. "Holy fu-frick!" MacCready's eyes went wide when he saw his friend sprawled across the pavement. Thankfully, Mac shot the guy between the eyes before he could deliver the final blow. MacCready was relieved when he saw Sole get up, but that was quickly replaced by fear when they suddenly clenched their abdomen. "Boss! Are you okay?" Sole grimaced more than they smiled, but they assured him that they were alright. In reality, Sole just didn't want to worry him. A few broken bones is nothing. MacCready was a bit skeptical, but trusted Sole to know what they were doing. The poor guy never learned that Sole was actually very hurt.<p/><b>Nick:</b> Nick thought he was going to overheat with how hard he was working to keep Sole safe. Sole had just gotten a nasty gash from a mirelurk a few minutes prior, and Nick didn't want them to over exert themselves with more fighting. When the last mutated crab was down, Nick went to heal Sole straight away. They tried pushing him away, insisting that they were fine. Nick stared them down and said, "Sole." That one word was enough to make Sole give in. They couldn't compete with Nick's stern voice. He had a smug smile the entire time he was fixing them up.<p/><b>Piper:</b> "OH MY GOD! BLUE!" Needless to say, Piper was downright terrified. The last thing she wanted was for her best friend to die. She didn't even wipe out the rest of the enemies, she just picked up Sole and ran. She ran until she came across Diamond City. Piper took Sole to the clinic, demanding immediate medical attention. All the stress made Piper pass out on her friend's cot after the doc fixed them up. She was just glad that Sole would be alright.<p/><b>Preston:</b> </b> There was only one stingwing left when it stung Sole. Preston made short work of it, but the poison was spreading quickly, making Preston tear up because he didn't know how to save his friend. He soon sobered, however, when he saw Sole start to walk away. "Where do you think you're going? We need to get you help!" Sole didn't even glance back, probably because they were wincing. "Eh. I'll be okay." Preston wasn't going to let them have their way. He ran up to them, and without warning, hefted Sole over his shoulder. He ran all the way to the nearest settlement, even with Sole demanding he put them down.<p/><b>Strong:</b> He let Sole get back up and continue to fight after they got hurt by some mutants. He would've thought them weak if they hadn't. Strong did go on ahead to take the brunt of the fire, so that Sole wouldn't die of course. Then who would help him find the milk of human kindness?<p/><b>X6-88:</b> X6 made a disapproving sound when he saw that Sole had been incapacitated by a stray bullet or four.vHe obliterated the remaining enemies before lifting Sole up bridal style. They asked him what in the world he was doing. One of his eyebrows lifting up in question was the only bit of emotion he showed. "I'm obviously taking you back to the institute to get treated." Sole started pushing against his chest, saying that they're not some damsel in distress. X6 sighed. "With all due respect sir/ma'am. Wouldn't it be better to get bullets dug out of you by sterile equipment?" Sole stopped and thought for a moment. "Holy crap, you're right. Well then, what are we waiting for?" X6 muttered a barely audible "We're waiting for you to accept the obvious answer," before calling in a teleport request.<p/></p><p/><b>Desdemona:</b> She couldn't believe it. One of her best heavies knocked out on the ground. They fainted because they saw a molerat. Now Des has to make sure that none of the 'savage beats' could attack Sole. A few minutes after Desdemona was done, Sole woke up. Des wasted no time in chewing out Sole, putting emphasis on them needing to get over their molerat phobia.<p/><b>Maxson:</b> Maxson would be lying if he said that he wasn't scared shitless. What with Sole bleeding on the ground, and him being the only one who could fight against the rest of the gen-1 synths that infested a building near the airport. He long ago told Sole to not get up no matter what. Somehow, he destroyed all of the synths, and let the tension leave his body. Until it came back when he heard Sole's ragged breathing. He spun around and told them to hop on his back. He didn't know a thing about medicine, but people around the airport do. When he arrived, he was dead tired, but he managed a smile when the doctor that took Sole told him that that'd be alright.<p/><b>Father:</b> He was absolutely mesmerized by Sole's fighting ability. So much so, that he didn't hear Sole's warning. They had to tackle him out of the way, which made them take they blow he was about to receive. He was stunned for a moment, but when he saw that Sole was standing back up with blood running down their face he scrambled back to his feet. "Mother/Father! Let me-" Sole cut him off. "No Shuan. It's my duty as your parent to protect you. Let me." It tore him up to do so, but he obeyed. He never looked up more to his parent than at that very moment.<p/></p><p/><b></b> ______________________
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anonymous asked:

k, so, i don't mind the ship, i just want a human au where they don't know eachother 'till one crash the other's car and they go like "calm down, we don't even know whos fault was" "my car was parked" "okay, maybe we have a hint, but still"

I chose Logince, because honestly I really could see them having that conversation. Hope you like it!

Logan was not in the mood to deal with this. It had already been a long day. He’d accidentally slept though his alarm this morning, had spilled coffee on his shirt, and his students had turned in their essays today, so he had piles of grading to do when he got home. And now there was this.

He stared balefully at his car, the rear of which was sporting a rather large dent, in the hopes that if he stared at it long enough, it might turn out to be a stress-induced hallucination. Sadly, he was not that lucky.

“Well this is unfortunate,” an arrogant voice was saying from behind him. “I just got my paint job redone.”

Logan twitched.

“Unfortunate.” he hissed, hands beginning to ball at his sides. “Oh, yes I’m sure it is indeed very unfortunate for you. It will undoubtedly be even more unfortunate when you have to pay for the damage to my car.”

“Calm down,” the other man said, now sounding a bit nervous. “We don’t even know whose fault it is.”

“My car was parked,” Logan pointed out tersely.

“Okay, so maybe we have a hint, but still” the other conceded, one hand going to rub at his hair.

He then sighed, and offered his hand. “We seem to have gotten off to a bad start. My name is Roman.”

Logan stared at the hand, but didn’t take it. “Logan Sanders,” he said coldly. “Now if you would please give me your insurance information.”

Roman frowned, drawing back his hand. “You don’t have to be rude,” he complained. “It really was an accident.”

Logan could feel his pulse rate begin to rise. “I don’t care if was an accident” he snapped. “What I care about is that it happened. What I care about is the time this whole thing has wasted. What I care about is getting my car fixed!”

Logan closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down. He was getting too worked up. He pinched the bridge of his nose. He hated midterms. They inevitably brought far too much stress for both him and his students.

A hand touched his shoulder. He glanced up to see Roman looking at him with concern.

“Hey,” he said, his tone softer now, having lost some of its earlier arrogance. “Look, I really am sorry. I’ll get my insurance information, don’t worry about it. And maybe I can make up to you with dinner?”

Logan stared. “You crash into my car, and now you want to take me on a date?” he said dryly, sure that this was some kind of joke.

Roman shrugged, seemingly unaffected by Logan’s skepticism. “You clearly need it, I feel slightly guilty, and you’re cute so it’s not like it’s a hardship” The last part of his sentence was accompanied by a wink.

Logan almost said no automatically, but then stopped to consider the situation. While Roman didn’t seem like his type, he really could use a good meal. He’d been so busy lately, that he hadn’t had time to go grocery shopping, so there wasn’t much less at home. And the other did owe him.

He sighed. “I accept your offer of dinner,” he said, then hurried to add, “although not as a romantic outing. Generally I prefer my dates to be a little less irritating.”

Roman laughed. “I guess I’ll just have to win you over,” he said, a teasing smile on his face. “But do you like Italian? There’s a fantastic little place just ten minutes away.”

Ignoring the first part of Roman’s statement, Logan nodded. “Italian is acceptable,” he said.

“Great,” Roman replied, clapping his hands together. “Now, it doesn’t look like I’ve done too much damage to either car, so you should be able to follow me. I’ll meet you at the restaurant.”

“Fine,” Logan said, getting out his keys. He hoped this place would be good.

Roman had been right, the place was close. Logan let his eyes drift around as they walked through the door. It was fairly small, but it looked clean, and it held a decent crowd.

“Hey Prince Charming,” a voice drawled, “I didn’t know you had a date tonight.”

Logan turned to see a young man dressed in all in black with an apron tied around his waist. He clearly knew Roman well.

Roman smiled, a bit sheepish. “Ah well, it’s not exactly a date, Anx” he said, glancing over at Logan.

Logan stepped in. “He crashed into my car,” he said simply. “This is to help make it up to me.”

The other man, Anx, snorted. “Of course you did” he said, amusement clear in his voice. “Well come on, I’ll get you a table.”

Once they were seated, Logan remarked. “You seem to know the staff here well,”

“Anx was my roommate in college,” Roman explained. “We hated each other at first, but eventually we became friends. Mostly thanks to Patton dragging the two of us out and forcing us to bond. Patton’s the cook here.”

Logan nodded, taking this all in. “Why did you hate each other?” he asked curiously.

Roman chuckled and then launched into a story that sounded oddly reminiscent of Wicked, well the bits not involving witches and flying monkeys anyway.

Despite his earlier dislike of the man, Logan actually ended up enjoying their conversation. Roman had a seemingly endless well of stories and a talent for telling them. He also had to admit the restaurant had been well chosen. Not only had Anx been a attentive server, but the food was superb. He would definitely be returning here.

Finishing the last few bites of his tiramisu, Roman has insisted he try it, Logan almost felt disappointed the evening had to end. This had been the most relaxed he’d felt in days. Still he had grading to do.

“I should go,” he admitted. “We can exchange insurance information and I’ll be on my way.”

He then paused, before adding,a little hesitantly. “Thank you for the meal though. It was.. quite enjoyable.”

“I’m glad,” Roman smiled at him. It was a nice smile.

Logan shook himself. Such thoughts were unnecessary.

He waited as Roman paid the check before walking out the car with him. Once Roman had finished scribbling down his information a piece of notebook paper, Logan nodded at him.

“Goodbye, Roman,” he said. “Take care not to crash into anyone else on your way home.”

Roman rolled his eyes, but didn’t seem too annoyed by the comment. “I’ll be sure to be careful,” he replied. “Although, I have to say, I can’t regret meeting you.”

Logan ducked his head, his face flushing a bit. “Goodbye,” he said again firmly, getting into his car.

Once he got home, he glanced at the information Roman had given to him. At the very top of the page was a phone number, the words call me! written next to it.

Logan let his lips curve upward in a small smile. Roman was a ridiculous man, nothing like his usual type. But perhaps he could use the change.

Zach Herron - Brendan North’s Sister

A/N: If you don’t know who Brendan North is, for a start…You are NOT in the logang! It will be explained more in the short story if you’re confused.

Summary: I was just a camera enthusiast’s little sister who is friends with a famous vlogger..what could possibly go wrong??

Warning: None <3


Being friends with Logan Paul was difficult..constantly being pranked, cut by plate pieces and barely getting enough sleep - annoying would be an understatement. How did I know Logan, you may ask? I’m his ‘assistant’s’ little sister - Brendan North - he filmed for Logan, and had his own channel as well.

I had met Logan one day when I had to go into work with my brother, because I was in the middle of moving house and my parent’s were out, so I had nowhere to go. Logan had thrown a plate at me and I had thrown him to ground (even though I’m very small, I’m very strong). Since then he’s been like a second brother to me. 

Today I was gong to be a ‘behind the scenes’ photographer for a music video by ‘Why Don’t We’, some friends of Logan. I basically had to take photos of them caught off guard, filming the video, for promo for the EP.

Me, Logan and Brendan arrived at the Why Don’t We boy’s house, and oh my HOLY JESUS it was big. We walked inside and to a small room, which I assumed was the living room, to see 5 boys, sprawled across various couches, all staring down at their phones. I saw Logan gesture to Brendan to get the camera out, and he did so - Logan then grabbed it, pressed record and screamed:

“HEY BOYS!” Before pretending to shoot them with his hands in a gun motion ,with them all one by one ‘dying.’

“THAT’S MUH BOISSSS!” He yelled, making me giggle, as they all got up and looked at me. Some had their mouths wide open, some looked me up and down, and Brendan filmed Logan looking at me, then the boys, then me, then the boys ect.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” I giggled. It looked as if the one with curly hair was about to say something, but the smallest one, with bright red cheeks, stopped him.

“Um..No, I-it’s just..you’re so beautiful..” He stuttered, making me blush and smile ear to ear.

“Ooooo, Zachary has a crushhhh!” Logan cooed, and the rest of the boys laughed, except Brendan - he looked angry.

“Hey! I was just saying what everyone was thinking!” He explained, but failed as everyone jabbed his stomach and ruffled his hair, before walking off, laughing with each other. We all followed them into the kitchen before Logan introduced me to them.

“So, this is y/n,” he said, gesturing to me, “and y/n, this is Jonah, Corbyn, Daniel, Jack and Zach,” He said, pointing to each as he went. There were a couple ‘Hi’s and ‘How are you?’s but I couldn’t help but look at Zach, who’s cheeks were still blazing. He walked over and began to talk to me, the other boys listening eagerly to what he was going to say.

“Hey, s-sorry if I embarrassed you over there a minute ago, I really didn’t mean-”

“Zach, it’s ok, really. If anything, you should be the one who’s embarrassed!” I laughed, as well as the boys.

“Do you want to go talk somewhere more private?” He asked, an I nodded. Before we could leave, Brendan called out to us.

“Hey, Zach! Look after her, ok!” Brendan joked, and the others laughed. But I could sense some seriousness in his words, and I think Zach did too.

“O-Okay, Brendan.” He says hesitantly, before taking my arm and pulling me away. I laughed at how nervous he was when he was cute. Wait - I didn’t just call him cute, did I? Oh, god, I can’t be falling for someone again.

He took me to what I assume was his bedroom. We sat down on his bed, and talked for a little bit, about everything - hobbies, the future, relationships etc.

“So, does a pretty girl like you have a boyfriend?” he asked, trying to be confident, but you could tell he was nervous for the answer.

“I do actually, and he wouldn’t appreciate you calling me ‘pretty girl’.” I said, trying to to let a smirk escape my lips.

“O-oh…” His voice trailed off. I burst out laughing and he looked at me with a disappointed/ confused expression on his face. “What?” He asked.

“I was kidding, Zach! No, of course I’m single, who would date a potato like me?” I laughed, but soon stopped because his face had stayed serious.

“You’re kidding, right? You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen!” He exclaimed. It was now my turn to blush, and trust me - I was. 

“Thanks, Zach. I means a lot.” I smiled. 


“Yeah, Zach?” 

“Would you like to go on a date?” He asked.

“Before I answer, can I ask you something?” I asked, and he nodded.

“Why me? Any one of your fans would date you, you could ask anyone in the world out, and they’d probably - no, definitely - say yes. Why me? I’m just a kind of famous photographer’s little sister. The one no one cared about because her brother was an up-and-coming star. The one the parents’ ignored as a child because they wanted at least one person in the family to become successful. I’m just Brendan North’s little sister.” I said, surprisingly all in one breath.

“I could ask out anyone?” He asked, and I nodded uneasily. “That’s exactly why I chose you.”


Thank you for reading! This one may have been a little confusing if you didn’t know who Brendan was, so sorry about that!
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Synchronize (Part 1) ~ Jack Avery

Summary: You have received the opportunity to attend a prestigious college that just so happens to be very far away. Fearful of what Jack may say, you hold off on telling him, but he finds out through a different source.

Word count: 2220

Warnings: Mentions of sex. I’m not going to go into full detail of how things are going to go down, but I do describe how things get started. All the sex will be in the second part so, you don’t have to worry about it in this one.

Author’s Note: First off, it was so difficult to choose the pairing that I actually closed my eyes and imagined the plot line with every boy. Of course, I got fuzzy feelings when I thought of Jonah, but it didn’t feel right. Did I really just say that? Who am I? Moving on, it came between Zach and Jack. Then I saw a group photo of the boys. My eyes immediately go to Jack’s and my heart melts. I hope yours does too. Also, this plot line as inspired by the song Synchronize by Hellberg and Arron Richards. I do suggest listening to it when the story gets intense to make the feels extra, but if you do and want to put yourself in danger go for the acoustic. I’ll put and * were I suggest listening to it for both parts. Thank you all. Enjoy! 

I waited so long for that day. Everyday I stared out my living room window looking down at my mailbox that stood adjacent from my driveway on the other side of the road. Sundays and three day weekends were the enemy. I waited and waited. Nose pressed up against the glass and my breath fogging up the area around my mouth from deep breaths that calmed my anxious body. Everyday at 2:26 in the afternoon I waited to see the mail truck to stop at my mailbox for thirty seconds to deliver that day’s letters, bills, and college acceptance letters.

Oxford. One of the top schools in the world. My dream school. The only place I wanted to attend. The only application I sent out. I worked so hard to even get a pamphlet. So many sleepless nights. So many tears. So many hours I spent locked away in my room studying for every exam, test, and assignment. So much expectation I thrust upon myself because of a childhood dream. I need to get into Oxford, I have to. I need to prove that my hard work was worth it. To prove the naysayers that I can do it. To prove to myself that dreams come true. But then I met Jack.

Jack Avery. The man, the myth, the legend. The boy that held mine heart in his hand. He taught me that dreams do come true. That the only reason to chase my dreams was for me, not anyone else. Jack also taught me that I didn’t need to me so hard on myself. Overworking has greater consequences than not working enough. And that’s what I did. I loosened my grip on Oxford, but just enough to keep me sane. I spent more time with friends, went to school events, and even got a job, but most of my free time went to Jack. Going to the skate park, a movie and dinner, lunch dates at the café where we met, and every Friday night dinner with my family. 

It was a Tuesday the day I got my letter from Oxford informing me that I had been accepted along with a scholarship that relieved some financial stress. Anticipation ran through my veins, anxiety rushed to me head, fingers and toes went numb. What if I don’t get in? What if I didn’t get the scholarship? What will Jack say if I do get in? What will happen to all my hard work if I didn’t make it? Negative thoughts bombarded my mind. They tear through, knocking down every ounce of confidence that I developed in my ability to succeed. I look over at the clock to my left.


It’s late. Panic consumed me. Where is the mail truck? What happened? Is there traffic? Was there a crash? Did the mail lady get in an accident? Did she get hurt? Did she die? Oh, my God. This can’t be happening. I need to know if I got in!

2:30. In my state of panic, I moved from the living room window to the end of my driveway. I look down the street to see nothing, just an empty road. More panic devours me, so much so that I failed to realize that dark clouds started to settle in the blue sky and a heavy breeze began to make its way through the trees. Anxiety continues it’s destruction making me pace the width of the driveway. Back and forth I go. Back and forth, moving faster and faster the more I move. Over and over again. Forth and back. Back and forth.  

2:31. I glanced down at the road again. Several cars are lined up, two of which are giant pick up trucks that were loaded up with furniture obstructing my view of what could be behind them. They move slowly up the street, taking their sweet time because the loads they carried were fragile and the risk of damage was high. The vehicles move fifty more feet up the drive and the view clears. Right after the two pick up trucks was a red SUV that had layers of mud caked to the exterior, then I see it. The white and blue of the mail truck. Not knowing I was holding my breathe I exhale with relief. 

At 2:32 the mail truck shifted gears and moved from my mail box to the next. Excitement then nervousness is the only way I can descried how I’m felt. Back and forth. Forgetting to look both ways I crossed the street causing another van to slam on its breaks, but I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was the letter. I grab the stack from the metal box and file through them, only looking for one word on the return address. Oxford.

Bill. Bill. Invitation. Bill. Junk. Bill. Junk. Oxford. Oxford? I double check. Oxford!

I screamed almost dropping everything else. Again, forgetting to look before I crossed the street, I run back into the house. Slamming every door and stomping up stairs until I reach the kitchen where my mom stands making herself a sandwich. I throw down everything except for the only letter that mattered. Mom looks up from her food and noticed me staring at the white envelope I held in my hands. 

“Is that it,” she asks softly. For a moment I had forgotten that she stood there waiting for me to open the letter. She too knew about my dreams of Oxford and the struggles I faced to reach my goals. “For God’s sake, open the letter.”

I have waited for this moment my whole life, it’s my destiny go to Oxford. “Dear Y/N L/N, the admin of Oxford University would like to inform you that you been accepted…” Excitement, joy, pride, fulfillment over takes over my being. No words could ever describe how I felt in that moment. The next few minutes after reading the letter, I can’t remember what really happened. There might have be joyful screams jumping around, or hugging. All I know is that the moment was pure bliss. But that happy moment didn’t last long.

Reality came back to me when my mom mentioned Jack. She was listing off all the people we had to tell immediately. My dad, Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt Lisa, Jack. Jack. What will Jack think? I know he said that nothing would change between us if I did get in, but was he saying that because there was a high chance of not getting accepted? Did he truly believe that I could make it?

As the days go by, I became wary of my acceptance. What am I supposed to do? I really like Jack and I don’t want anything to happen to our relationship, but letting a man influence my chance of success is everything I am against. It left like everyone knew except for him. I told my parents that I had to tell him myself, it’s my job to do so, he is my boyfriend. 

Weeks pass by and I still haven’t told him. It was strange. I became slightly distant. We still spent all our time together, but I felt like I was holding back because I had such a weight on my shoulders. Jack knows me better than anyone else in this world and he could feel that something was bothering me. 

“Y/N/N, tell me what’s wrong.” He would ask while we sat at our spot in the café, holding my hand and drawing patterns with his thumb. “Is it about Oxford?” He’d look me in the eyes with his chocolate ones. His eyes worried eyes went so well with the way his freckles fell across his cheeks and the way his curly hair fell over his forehead, just barely covering one of them. It killed me to lie to his face. 

“Yeah, the letter still hasn’t come in.” I couldn’t look into his eyes. The guilty was to unbearable for me to look him in the face and lie. Looking down at our hands I said, “It’s just- what if I didn’t get in, Jack. I worked so hard for this opportunity and what if I blew it.” Moving my gaze for our hands, I looked up to his smiling face. Not just any smile. It was the smile that he gave when he knows I’m over thinking. More of a cross of a smile and a smirk.

“I know you’ll get in, babe. Trust me on this one, I know.” Jack said, looking down at your hands, turning mine over and kissing the back.

One week before I was set to leave was when I decided to tell Jack. It’s unbelievable how long I could keep it form him, even with Friday dinners with my parents, it never seem to come up. Suddenly, he became distant as well. He won’t reply as quickly when I sent a message, declined calls, not hanging out as much, he would rarely hold my hand anymore. I didn’t know what was up with him until I decided to coax him out of it. 

*On Friday night, the day I was supposed to tell Jack, we sat on my living room couch watching a movie because my parents had a fancy dinner party to attend. Usually, we always had to be touching when it came to our time alone, but we sitting apart this time. We were next to each other, but not even our knees where touching. I was feeling hopeful today. I moved my body of the slightest so both our thighs were touching when I move my legs under me. Instantly, he scooted  farther down the couch, correcting my mistake. Several minutes, I tried my luck again, but I moved my hand to find his. When it did, he ripped his away form mine, leaving it cold and alone. Saddened, I turn to him looking for answers. 

“Jackie.” I plead, moving closed to him again.

“Don’t call me that,” he coldly states pushing himself even farther down the couch and crossing his arms over his chest. Obviously he’s up set about something and I had to find out.

“What’s wrong?” I plead again, desperate to fix what’s wrong.

Enraged, he flies from his seat, now standing in front of the television forgetting about the movie. “ ‘What’s wrong’? Really, ‘what’s wrong’ is all you have to say, Y/N? I can’t believe you!” Jack yelled at me form across the room. I instantly know what he was angry about.

“I can explain.” I say as I get up heading towards Jack wanting to console him in any way. 

“You can explain,” he steps back, “how can you explain keeping acceptance into Oxford away from me, Y/N?” He started to raise his voice the longer he spoke “For months on end keeping it form me and then lying to me about it too. I should have figured it out sooner. You break everything that we stood for. Honest and communication out the window just like that.” He snapped his fingers, demonstrating how quickly I ruined everything.

Tears burned as the fell from my eyes and sobs not failing to interrupt my speech. “I’m so sorry, Jack. I can-,” he cuts me off.

“No, you don’t get to say anything. This was a big deal, Y/N. You lied to me.” He was right. I can’t look at him, but I have to. I knew what’s going to happen next, but I had to look at him just once more. When I do, I see those chocolate brown eyes again, but in a way that I never see before. Heartbreak. Anger. Sadness. Disappointment.

With another sob, I plead out to him one more time to him, to let me explain. “Jack, I-I can… just let me explain!” I reach out to him for the last time in hopes I can change his mind. He pulls back.

“We’re over. Don’t talk to me. I never want to see you again.” Jack spats towards me, turning away, heading out the door and slamming it shut. 

With the bang of the door, I fall to the ground, heartbroken with my actions. I lied to the man I love. What? Is this what love feels like? How can it hurt so much? If you truly love something, you must let it go. I hear the door open again and footsteps rush over to me in a hug. My mom. She engulfed my in her arms asking me repeatedly what happened.

Only God knows how long we sat there, me in her arms, crying, sobbing, screaming until I just stopped. It felt like I just couldn’t handle anymore pain for the day that I just turned all emotions off. I release my grip on my mom and move back to see her and my dad huddled around me with worried looks in their eyes.

“ Y/N, honey, what happened. Is it something between you and Jack?” My mother asked rubbing my arms.

I take a minute to wipe the tears, knowing its no use because I could feel the path of those tears stain my cheeks.

 8:49 “It’s nothing anymore. The only important thing is that it doesn’t matter.” 

A/N: Um… that happened. Please let me know what you think. What do you think is going to happen in part two? Let me know. Also, I don’t know when part two will be posted. I have a few other things I want to write, but I’ll let ya know a few days before it goes up. So, thank you for reading and I love you all.  

Mean Girls Starters
  • ❝If you're from Africa, why are you white?❞
  • ❝Oh my God, [name], you can't just ask people why they're white.❞
  • ❝Boo, you whore!❞
  • ❝Nice wig, [name]. What's it made of?❞
  • ❝Your Mom's chest hair!❞
  • ❝On Wednesdays we wear pink!❞
  • ❝Calling somebody else fat won't make you any skinnier. Calling someone stupid doesn't make you any smarter. And ruining [name]'s life definitely didn't make me any happier. All you can do in life is try to solve the problem in front of you.❞
  • ❝Hey, buddy, you're not pretending anymore. You're plastic. Cold, shiny, hard plastic.❞
  • ❝You know what! It's not my fault you're like, in love with me, or something!❞
  • ❝See? That's the thing with you plastics. You think everybody is in love with you when actually, everybody HATES you! Like, [name], for example, he broke up with Regina and guess what? He still doesn't want you! So why are you still messing with [name], [name]? I'll tell you why, because you are a mean girl! You're a bitch! Here. You can have this. It won a prize.❞
  • ❝And I want my pink shirt back! I want my pink shirt back!❞
  • ❝That is so fetch!❞
  • ❝Gretchen, stop trying to make fetch happen! It's not going to happen!❞
  • ❝God! I am so sorry [name]. Really, I don't know why I did this. I guess it's probably because I've got a big lesbian crush on you! Suck on that! AY-YI-YI-YI-YI-YI!❞
  • ❝[Name], I'm sorry I laughed at you that time you got diarrhea at Barnes & Nobles. And I'm sorry for telling everyone about it. And I'm sorry for repeating it now.❞
  • ❝And none for [name], bye!❞
  • ❝Get in loser, we're going shopping.❞
  • ❝Don't have sex, because you will get pregnant and die! Don't have sex in the missionary position, don't have sex standing up, just don't do it, OK, promise? OK, now everybody take some rubbers.❞
  • ❝I wish we could all get along like we used to in middle school... I wish I could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone would eat and be happy...❞
  • ❝She doesn't even go here!❞
  • ❝Raise your hand if you have ever been personally victimized by Regina George?❞
  • ❝I hear her hair's insured for $10,000.❞
  • ❝I hear she does car commercials... in Japan.❞
  • ❝Her favorite movie is Varsity Blues.❞
  • ❝One time she met John Stamos on a plane... And he told her she was pretty.❞
  • ❝One time she punched me in the face... it was awesome.❞
  • ❝Why are you eating a Kalteen bar?❞
  • ❝Man, I hate those things. Coach Carr makes us eat those when we want to move up a weight class.❞
  • ❝Why should Caesar just get to stomp around like a giant while the rest of us try not to get smushed under his big feet? Brutus is just as cute as Caesar, right? Brutus is just as smart as Caesar, people totally like Brutus just as much as they like Caesar, and when did it become okay for one person to be the boss of everybody because that's not what Rome is about! We should totally just STAB CAESAR!❞
  • ❝[Name] had cracked.❞
  • ❝Hell, no. I did *not* leave the South Side for this!❞
  • ❝Somebody wrote in that book that I'm lying about being a virgin, 'cause I use super-jumbo tampons, but I can't help it if I've got a heavy flow and a wide-set vagina!❞
  • ❝There's a 30% chance that it's already raining!❞
  • ❝I'm sorry that people are so jealous of me... but I can't help it that I'm so popular.❞
  • ❝I gave him everything! I was half a virgin when I met him.❞
  • ❝Do you wanna do something fun? Wanna go to taco bell?❞
  • ❝I can't go to taco bell, I'm on an all-carb diet. GOD [name] you're so stupid!❞
  • ❝It's like I have ESPN or something. My breasts can always tell when it's going to rain.❞
  • ❝That is the ugliest f-ing skirt I've ever seen.❞
  • ❝She's totally rich because her dad invented Toaster Streudels.❞
  • ❝That's why her hair is so big, it's full of secrets.❞
  • ❝She's the queen bee - the star, those other two are just her little workers.❞
  • ❝And they have this book, this burn book, where they write mean things about all the girls in our grade.❞
  • ❝Oh my God - Danny DeVito! I love your work!❞
  • ❝At your age, you're going to have a lot of urges. You're going to want to take off your clothes, and touch each other. But if you do touch each other, you will get chlamydia... and die.❞
  • ❝Is butter a carb?❞
  • ❝You can't sit with us!❞
  • ❝Fine! You can walk home, bitches.❞
  • ❝And on the third day, God created the Remington bolt-action rifle, so that Man could fight the dinosaurs. And the homosexuals.❞
  • ❝My grandma takes her wig off when she's drunk.❞
  • ❝I love her. She's like a Martian!❞
  • ❝Are they not suppose to be let out when they're grounded?❞
  • ❝She thinks she's gonna have a party and not invite me? Who does she think she is?❞
  • ❝I like invented her, you know what I mean?❞
  • ❝I just want you to know, if you ever need anything, don't be shy, OK? There are NO rules in the house. I'm not like a regular mom, I'm a cool mom.❞
  • ❝Can I get you guys anything? Some snacks? A condom? Let me know! Oh, God love ya.❞
  • ❝Halloween is the one night a year when girls can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it.❞
  • ❝Sorry, we only carry sizes 1, 3, and 5. You could try Sears.❞
  • ❝Regina George is not sweet! She's a scum-sucking road whore, she ruined my life!❞
  • ❝I know it may look like I was being like a bitch, but that's only because I was acting like a bitch.❞
  • ❝Your face smells like peppermint!❞
  • ❝Oh, you'll get socialized all right, a little slice like you.❞
  • ❝You're a regulation hottie.❞
  • ❝We do not have a clique problem at this school.❞
  • ❝But you do have to watch out for "frenemies".❞
  • ❝I know she's kind of socially retarded and weird, but she's my friend... so, just promise me you won't make fun of her!❞
  • ❝Half the people in this room are mad at me, and the other half only like me because they think I pushed somebody in front a bus, so that's not good.❞
  • ❝I don't hate you cuz yo' fat... yo' fat cuz I hate you!❞
  • ❝You smell like a baby prostitute.❞
  • ❝Is your muffin buttered?❞
  • ❝Jason, you do not come to a party at my house with Gretchen and then scam on some poor innocent girl right in front of us three days later. She's not interested. Do you want to have sex with him?❞
  • ❝Good. So it's settled. So you can go shave your back now. Bye, Jason.❞
  • ❝Finally, Girl World was at peace.❞
  • ❝Hey, check it out. Junior Plastics.❞
  • ❝Damn, Africa, what happened?❞
  • ❝I saw [name] wearing army pants and flip flops, so I bought army pants and flip flops.❞
  • ❝Oh, hi. Did you wanna buy some drugs?❞
  • ❝Make sure you check out her mom's boob job. They're hard as rocks.❞
  • ❝Whatever, I'm getting cheese fries.❞
  • ❝Okay, I'm going to forgive you because I'm a very Zen person... and I'm on a lot of pain medication right now.❞
  • ❝Can you believe my f-ing mom is here?❞
  • ❝I have this theory, that if you cut off all her hair she'd look like a British man.❞
  • ❝I care. Every year the seniors through this dance for the underclassmen called the Spring Fling. And whosoever is elected King and Queen automatically become head of the Student Activities Committee and since I am an active member of the Student Activities Committee, I would safely say, I care.❞
  • ❝Irregardless, ex-boyfriends are just off limits to friends. I mean that's just like the rules of feminism.❞
  • ❝Did your teacher ever try to sell you marijuana or ecstasy tablets?❞
  • ❝What are marijuana tablets?❞
  • ❝You cannot do that. That is social suicide. Damn! You are so lucky you have us to guide you.❞
  • ❝Oh, I love seeing teachers outside of school. It's like seeing a dog walk on its hind legs.❞
  • ❝Everyone in Africa knows Swedish.❞
  • ❝Made out with a hot dog? Oh my God that was one time!❞
  • ❝I know having a boyfriend might seem like the only thing important to you right now, but you don't have to dumb yourself down in order for a guy to like you.❞
  • ❝Come on! We could publish it and then everybody would see what an ax-wound she really is!❞
  • ❝And you can only wear your hair in a ponytail once a week, so I guess you chose today.❞
  • ❝She's not even that good looking if you really look at her.❞
  • ❝I don't know, now that she's getting fatter she's got pretty big jugs.❞
  • ❝Watch out please! Fresh meat coming through!❞
  • ❝I'd rather see you out there shakin' that thang.❞
  • ❝You can do this. There's nothing to break your focus, because not one of those Marymount boys is cute.❞
  • ❝There are two kinds of evil people in this world. Those who do evil stuff and those who see evil stuff being done and don't try to stop it.❞
  • ❝Well, I mean you wouldn't buy a skirt without asking your friends first if it looks good on you.❞
  • ❝The limit does not exist!❞
  • ❝I just wanted to say that you're all winners. And that I couldn't be happier the school year is ending.❞
  • ❝It's called the South Beach Fat Flush and all you drink is cranberry juice for 72 hours.❞
  • ❝She's fabulous, but she's evil.❞
  • ❝So, are you gonna send any candy canes?❞
  • ❝No. I don't send them, I just get them. So you better send me one, byotch.❞
  • ❝'Cause she's a life ruiner. She ruins people's lives.❞
  • ❝Oh no, I can't say anything else until I have a parent or lawyer present.❞
  • ❝Did you see nipple? It only counts if you saw a nipple!❞
  • ❝Oh, no. It was coming up again, word vomit... no, wait a minute... Actual vomit.❞
  • ❝Grool... I meant to say cool and then I started to say great.❞
  • ❝I'm a cool mom! Right Regina?❞
  • ❝Good news, they didn't get run over... Bad news, they're still flat.❞
  • ❝Hey, hey, hey. How are my best girlfriends?❞
  • ❝Oh god, busted! Just start apologizing and crying. No, play it cool.❞
  • ❝I mean no offense, but how could she send you a candy cane? She doesn't even like you that much. Maybe she feels weird around me because I'm the only person who knows about her nose job. Oh my god, pretend you didn't hear that.❞
To the One Who Loves Her Next ♡ Corbyn Besson Imagine

Title: To the One Who Loves Her Next

Pairing: Corbyn x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 689

Summary: Corbyn writes a letter after the two of you break up

Warning(s): Lil sad, lil angsty, some cussing

A/N: I’ve seen a few other people do stuff like this for other fandoms and stuff, and then I got emotional and had to do my own and now I’m even more emotional and I’m sorry, except not really. If anyone would like to request an imagine, you can do so here: x

Also, this is the second of EIGHTEEN imagines I shall be posting today! Why eighteen, you may ask? It’s because today is my eighteenth birthday, and I’m feeling extra af! I hope you all enjoy!

To the One Who Loves Her Next,

Treasure her. Treasure her more than anything you have. She’s worth the sun, the moon, and the stars, and you can bet your ass she knows it, too. She won’t tolerate incompetency. She won’t tolerate a neglectful boyfriend. She knows her worth, and she’ll expect you to know it, too.

When she’s mad, don’t let her leave until whatever stupid shit you’re arguing over has been resolved. Yes, it will seem nearly impossible to calm her back down after she’s gotten pissed off, but it’ll be even harder for her to forgive you for just letting her leave. Trust me, she’ll love you a whole lot more if you stick around after every fight to pick up the pieces.

Believe me when I say she loves cuddles. Like, goddamn, I’ve never met anyone who loves to cuddle that much. Seriously, just show up at her place with an arm full of blankets and snacks and she’ll never let you go. Also, don’t run away when she puts her cold feet on you because once you reveal to her that you have a weakness, she’ll do everything humanly possible to exploit it. Man up, and let her put her cold feet on you without any complaint.

Listen to what she has to say, even if it’s incoherent mumbling or some stupid story she’s told you a thousand times. If she’s talking about something she’s passionate about, you better listen to every word with extreme interest. Don’t shut her down, don’t tell her that you don’t care about whatever thing she’s talking about. Just, listen to her.

She’ll be clingy. Above all things, she will be clingy. You’ll probably find it annoying. You’ll probably want you space. But, please please please understand why she’s clingy before you tell her to back off. She’s scared of love, but when she finally opens up her heart, she’ll be scared of losing love. She’ll cling to you because she’s scared you might leave her one day, and she won’t know what to do when you’re gone.

Just, cherish her. Cherish her like you’ve never cherished something before. Relish in the small things because, once she’s gone, she’s gone. Pay attention to the way her eyes sparkle in the sunlight, and the way she grins so hard it hurts. Memorize her freckles, and treasure the way her face lights up when she sees a baby animal.

Love her. Love her like you’ve never loved before. You won’t know what to do when you don’t have her love anymore. 


The One Who Lost Her Love

Corbyn stood outside your apartment, waiting for you to answer the door. The door creaked open, and you stood there, giving him the most awful glare you could muster.

“What do you want, Corbyn?” you spat. “I thought I told you that I never wanted to see you again.”

“You did,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry we ended the way we did…I never meant to break your heart.”

“Mhmm,” you hummed. “I’ll pretend I believe you.”

Corbyn held up the envelope in his hand. “I just came by to give you this.”

You took the envelope, reading what was written on the address label. To the One Who Loves Her Next. “What is this?”

“It’s for whoever you date next,” he said, “so they don’t fuck up like I did.”

You furrowed your eyebrows together. “What…Why would you care about what my next boyfriend does?”

“Because they shouldn’t break your heart like I did. You don’t deserve that kind of heartbreak again.” Corbyn turned, starting to leave. “But, uh, yeah, that’s all I wanted to do. I, uh, hope you have a good day. Bye.”

You watched him walk down the hall, hands shoved in his pockets. “Corbyn,” you said, watching him turn around. You didn’t know what to say, so you just said, “…I, uh, hope you have a good day, too.”

He smiled a bit, then continued to walk down the hall.

He could only hope that the person who loved you next wouldn’t fuck up like he did.

anonymous asked:

Ichimatsu x fem!reader fic where the crush, who was about to confess, sees ichimatsu fawning over totoko during her concert. Reader gets so upset she leaves running and crying, ichimatsu finds out and tries to run after her in totoko's dismay. After ichimatsu finds reader and also finds out reader loves him he cries as well. (I'm thirsty for angst and it needs to rain and all, kissing in the rain OML. You don't have to if you don't want to though.)

This is my first time writing an x reader fic so please go easy on me!
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