i literally spend each pay check as soon as i get it

Real advice

So a lot of you on here are teens and might be getting ready to be out on your own. Here are some things I learned the hard way or that are just good to know.

  • Never smoke or quit if you are currently. The cost of addictive smoking is more than half your groceries a month AND the bodily cost will surprise you.
  • Drink water. Yeah okay I know this one sucks but water is much much cheaper than soda, trust me. Your skin will thank you.
  • Send thank you cards. Don’t have any? Get the cheap ones and send those. It doesn’t matter how nice they are, the fact that you sent a thank you card matters. Send it for gifts, people calling you to check on you, those adults who helped you move, and even people who interview you.
  • Withhold 1. Okay so speaking of jobs, on your forms (US) where you are trying to figure out your tax withholding, put one. Yourself. It’s an easy way to make sure you don’t owe $2,000 in April and you still get a pretty decent check. 
  • No pets. If you don’t have a pet now, don’t get one. It’s super hard to get an apartment that will let you have a pet when you are first starting out. Wait until you are a bit older and can afford to rent more than a one bedroom apartment. 
  • Insurance. You’re young, so why do you need life insurance? Because that’s the best time to get it. Yeah, it’s a dumb expense to pay right now, but if you get it early, you can afford it. The longer you wait, the more expensive it is. Car insurance is going to be high for a few years, but it will drop around 22 and 25 years old. Health insurance usually comes through your job and please don’t ignore it. Renter’s insurance is usually pretty cheap and it covers you if there is a fire or natural disaster and you have to go back home to mom.
  • Off brand. This goes for food, clothing, makeup, and cleaning supplies and just about anything else you can think of. For food, Aldi’s is your best friend. I can go fill up a cart of just food and it will cost maybe $70. the same amount of food at Walmart is easily over $150. You can of course be picky, but try to get the majority of your food off brand. Hygiene products too. Goodwill is great for clothes, but plan a trip. Save like 60 bucks and drive near a big city where the rich people live. Go to the goodwill there. You can basically get an all new wardrobe for pennies on the dollar. Makeup is tricky. It can be really really expensive but you don’t really have to buy all of it name brand. Pick whats most important to you. I prefer eye shadows and lipsticks name brand and I deal with everything else from the drugstore. With he right techniques, you can make it look expensive. As for cleaning, I always use dollar tree stuff minus my laundry detergent because of allergies. Bleach, stain spray, and vinegar are gonna be your best friends,.
  • Car. Okay so yeah, that brand new car is nice and sure, maybe you can afford it. For now. Disaster will strike. Something will come up and bam, you’re stuck choosing if you want to walk everywhere or eat. Try getting a slightly used car, such as one of the ones they let people test drive a lot or a car that has previously been leased. Just as nice and much MUCH cheaper. And I have gotten THREE cars with no down payment so don’t let them tell you you can’t. But it is nice to put it down,even $100. 
  • Negotiate. Don’t be afraid to haggle with people. Yeah it’s intimidating but it’s 10 minutes of your life versus hundreds of dollars a year. What can you negotiate? Almost anything. Car payment. Rent. Insurance. Hospital bills. Even due dates for the bills you can’t negotiate on. Also, if something comes up where you have to skip a payment on something, call them. Give them like $25 and explain your situation. Ask if your payment date can be moved with the $25 as a goodwill promise to pay the rest later. It works. They would rather move your date than send you to collections. 
  • Collectors. Okay so this one is tricky. If you have fallen behind and owe a collector, don’t fret. I do too, even as I write this. Owing a collector means that the original service has been paid (health bills, credit card ect) and you are now paying the people who paid your bill. (I know it’s confusing) however, they will usually want the entirety of what they paid for you in 6 months. Meaning if they just paid a bill for you that was $3,000, they are gonna ask for $500 a month. That’s rent. That’s crazy. Tell them outright what you can afford and don’t lie about it either. If you can afford $100, tell them that. If you can afford $50, tell them that. If you can’t afford to pay them anything when they call you, let them know when you can. If you can’t afford it when you told them you could, don’t answer your phone to a number you don’t know. I know that sounds horrible but if you are renting an apartment, renting a car, and literally own nothing, they can’t do much to you. Just pay when you can and try to maybe pick up some extra shifts at work to make a payment. I have been dodging collectors for about three years. I owe I think three right now. I pay ONE of them a month, but it’s a large payment to keep them quiet for a while. I do not suggest this for you, I am just letting you know what I do.
  • Credit Cards. Okay, the big one. Many adults will tell you to never ever get a credit card and that’s just not feasible in this world. However, it can be addicting to be able to go to Walmart when you are negative in your bank account and get that $10 movie. I mean, it’s just 10 bucks right? WRONG. It will build up fast and soon the one credit card you have will be maxed. So you have to get another for emergencies. And another. And so on. So here’s my advice; Get a credit card through the same bank as your checking and tell them to put a limit on it and not let it raise. Then lock that sucker away and forget you have it until a real emergency comes up like a flat tire, short on money for groceries, or that collector that hasn’t been paid in 4 months. You can make it on one credit card if you are strict with your money, which I am sure you don’t have a lot of.
  • Budget. Speaking of money, write out a budget for yourself. Don’t know how? Here’s the easiest way. Most people get paid bi-weekly so here’s how to do it. Make two columns, Check 1 and Check 2. If you have a full time job you know about how much your checks are going to be so put the amount at the top of each column. Now that hard part - figure out what is due when. Is something due June 1st? Take it out of check 2 (end of May). Is something due May 14? Take it out of check 1 (beginning of May). That main thought process behind your budget is that you want to have the money for a bill set aside before it’s due. Paying a bill a few days early is a great way to make a good financial reputation for yourself and for some things even build credit. Now if you get paid bi-weekly, you will sometimes have a month where you get 3 checks. DON’T BLOW IT. Put it right back into your budget as Check 1 and keep the flow going. If you prepay bills, like your car or your rent or your credit card, and stay a month a head of those big ones, you may need that wiggle room later. If your car, for instance, is paid ahead 1 month, you can use the car money you would normally pay that month for maybe some extra groceries or some small emergency without using your credit card and you won’t even fall behind! You’ll just be back to owing every month instead of being ahead. It’s like a savings account without the temptation to blow the money. 
  • Simplicity. Enjoy simple things. A gym is expensive, go for a walk instead. Cable is expensive, pay for internet. Phones are expensive, get on a family plan (there is no shame in staying on your parent’s plan, just pay your share). Food is expensive, enjoy leftovers. Movies are expensive, go early and resist any snacks. Shopping is expensive, go to the mall and spend all day trying on cute clothes and taking selfes in the dressing room (makes you feel like a million bucks sometimes!). Time is expensive because you don’t have a lot of it so If you want to stay in bed all day on your day off, do it. If you want to binge on your day off, do it. If you want to just play board games with friends on a Saturday night with a few beers, do it. Simple fun is way better for your pocket and your anxiety.
  • Mental Health  - speaking of anxiety, make sure you take care of your brain. Go outside, even if it means sitting on your steps. Wake up early, even for just an hour. Don’t burn yourself out at work or school because you will suffer the consequences. Make a schedule. If you have trouble with timekeeping, ask for help. If you feel you do have a real mental disorder, see if your employer has what’s called and EAP program (employee assistance program). They usually help you find a mental health provider and give you a few visits for free. This will help you narrow down what exactly you have and after you’re free visits are up you can see who is in your health insurance network that can provide you the mental care you need. if you are prescribed drugs, always get generic. If there is no generic, ask for an alternative. I will not lie to you, mental health is the hardest thing to treat. It took me 8 years and a lot of money to figure out the right medication cocktail for me and my bipolar/ schizophrenia (yes I have both). Turns out I only need two pills, and if I were to refill both of them right now, I wouldn’t even pay $10 thanks to my health insurance (which sucks but at least it’s there) and because I got generics. Also, talk therapy can be pricey but sometimes only a few sessions can change your life. I have literally only been to talk therapy 11 times in my life and that was to deal with PTSD, bipolar, schizophrenia, and suicidal tendencies. 11 sessions. That’s 11 hours. And yeah, I paid over $400 out of pocket for those collectively. But if I hadn’t I would probably be dead right now so it was worth it.
  • Connections. Calling your friends is awesome because sometimes, it’s free therapy. And okay, maybe you’re 19 and you still have a horrible relationship with your parents. It’s okay. I am 25 and I still have problems with my parents. My whole family actually. Social media is a kind of safety net for me because that’s where I can be myself. Find where you can be yourself, it will help you stay sane.
  • Clean. Sometimes when I feel crappy, I take a shower. I clean the living room. I do the dishes. I vacuum. I mop. I open the windows. I get the trash out of the house. Change into some clean clothes. Organize my desk. Clean out your closet and put all your unwanted clothes in bags to donate. Just a small amount of cleaning can make you feel like you accomplished something. 
  • Hobbies. This one is a little hard too. It depends on your personality, your budget, and how much free time you have. Drawing , singing, and writing are free. Exercising can be free if you run or walk in the park. But most hobbies do actually cost money. Video games, playing an instrument, painting, sewing, cooking/baking, making things - those all cost money. Some of them lots of money. But you have to have a hobby outside of social network, sleeping, and working. It’s another thing to keep you sane and it’s just a good idea.
  • Toxic people. Do not be afraid to cut people out of your life that do nothing but make you feel bad about yourself or insult your life. This could mean breaking up with your partner, unfriending a person from your social circle, cutting out a whole circle of people, or even not talking to a relative(s). It’s not easy for some people but if they do not build you up, they will only tear you down. 
  • Drink at home. Okay so this one might sound like a no brainer, but I’ll explain it anyway. Packs of beer and hard liquor bottles are cheaper than a pint and a shots at the bar. Bottles of wine are cheaper than a glass at a restaurant. It’s never okay to drive drunk or even after one bottle of beer. NEVER. Staying at home is cheaper all around and you can drink in your pajamas while watching Finding Nemo on loop. Or invite some friends over and create a drinking game out of a show, a game you already have, or just talk and drink. 
  • Sleep. This one is so important. You need a good bed and a quiet, dark place to sleep. If you are scared of the dark, get a night light. Can’t sleep in silence? Get a fan. I have both of these and they help. You’re brain will feel tired if you ‘slept’ for 12 hours but only got 1 hour of REM. REM can really only happen every night if you are in a calm and dim environment. Quality of sleep will effect your eating habits, your emotional state, your mental stability, and your ability to make rational decisions among other things. 

So these are obviously just a few things, but I feel they are important to share. Please feel free to add any and reblog it for those about to enter adulthood. 

40 tips for incoming college freshmen
  1. “I’ll sign up for morning class because I tookclasses in the morning in high school.” NO DON’T DO THAT YOU’RE GOING TO WANTTO KILL YOURSELF
  2. If you can,try to spread your schedule so it’s 9-5. It’ll get you used to functioning atthose hours.
  3. Go to seminars. Pick up on some random shit. Impress people with random shit. But don’t be cocky.
  4. There’s literally no popularity so you really don’t have to fucking deal with cliques or anything just find your group and branch out and go from there.
  5. If you’re drinking:
    1. POUR YOUR OWN DRINK I CANNOT EMPHASIZE THIS ENOUGH
    2. Have a cup of water (or a bit of Gatorade) between every drink. You’ll never get a hangover.
    3. Don’t be fucking loud. Everyone hates the loud drunk and you’ll get the cops called on you and that’s bad shit.
    4. Don’t mix your liquor with other liquor and oh my God don’t mix it with anything else like drugs that’s just asking for a crisis.
    5. If your buddy is in a really bad place call 911. Don’t be that douchebag who thinks that someone can sleep it off.
  6. DO EXTRA CREDIT FOR THE LOVE OF FUCKING GOD NOT EVERY PROFESSOR OFFERS EXTRA CREDIT DO THE FUCKING EXTRA CREDIT.
  7. College is for expanding your mind. Talk to friends about their majors. Attend their events or art shows. Talk to someone you met about their religion. Take an English class on Lord of the Rings. Learn things you wouldn’t normally learn in high school.
  8. Love might come. It might not. Don’t worry about it and it won’t be a problem. You’re young.
  9. Don’t be the douchebag who plays acoustic guitar in the lounge.
  10. Have fun because you’re spending a fuckton of money to be there but do your homework.
  11. There’s a general rule of college that if you were sitting in that seat for over two weeks, that is your seat. Not many if any professors have seating arrangements but switching seats will fuck everyone up.
  12. Get there early and stay late. As soon as you get home you will not want to do shit. Stay on campus and do some homework while you’re in the environment.
  13. SIT UP FRONT. The best way to start understanding something is to listen to someone talk about it and you can’t do that from the back of the class trying to listen over everyone whispering to each other. LISTENING WILL MAKE HOMEWORK SO MUCH EASIER. 
  14. Be childish, but be respectful. Have a massive snowball fight across campus, but don’t aim for anyone not taking part. 
  15. SHUT THE FUCK UP IN THE LIBRARY. Some people work there, some people sleep there. It is a quiet space. 
  16. Don’t be afraid to talk to professors. They are not there to flunk you. They would rather you pass than not.
  17. IF YOU NEED TUTORING GET TUTORING DON’T WAIT UNTIL YOU’VE DUG YOURSELF INTO YOUR GRAVE.
  18. Get involved. It will help you make friends, give you new skills to learn, and even help you get a leg up in the work place if you know the right people.
  19. Take time for yourself—buy a planner, figure out when your best study hours are, figure out WHERE you study best, and figure out how much time you need to complete an assignment—AND THEN make sure to pencil in an hour for video games, some time to watch a TV show, or time to just lay on your floor and blow bubbles. Whatever you like. Don’t forget about YOU.
  20. SLEEP. EAT. DRINK WATER. Don’t die. Caffeine =/= sleep. I cannot emphasize that this much.
  21. COMMUNICATE WITH YOUR INSTRUCTORS! If you’re sick, shoot an e-mail and say “Hey, I’m sick today. Can I set up a time to talk to you about what I missed?” If you’ve got a good opportunity (scholarships, to go to another country, to check out a cool lecture, etc.) let your prof know ahead of time. If you just need time to work on projects, all it takes is an e-mail. We understand. I gave a student a free skip day because he e-mailed me and said “Hey, look, I have two massive tests and a project due and I need the time to study.” And THAT IS OKAY
  22. Before signing up for classes, look on “ratemyprofessor.com" and see if the teachers at your campus are included. There may be two or more teachers for the same course, and you want to try and pick the good/easy one. Who your professor is can have a great affect on what grade you make, even for the “same” class. 
  23. Look for a facebook group for your “graduating class” set up, which is a good way to make friends and find people with similar interests (particularly for introverts). 
  24. Look for a facebook group for your “graduating class” set up, which is a good way to make friends and find people with similar interests (particularly for introverts). 
  25. If no one else does it, make a google doc of the exam reviews and post it on the class facebook page. That way everyone contributes to the review. 200 brains are most definitely better than 1. 
  26. During lectures, unless Internet is required, TURN IT OFF. If it’s on, you WILL end up on tumblr or some other site, and you will miss important shit. 
  27. For the love of God, pay attention to your syllabus. Sometimes assignments are listed there, and that’s the only place it’ll be mentioned. Also, if it says to do a reading by a specific date, DO THE READING BY THAT DATE. Otherwise you will get behind, and you will have 200+ pages of textbooks to read in one night before the test, and you will cry.
  28. Yes you actually need to do the readings. Yes it is a lot. Yes it will suck. Do it anyways. 
  29. If you are used to getting all A’s, do not cry when you get a B. Take it from someone who killed herself for two years to maintain a 4.0, it feels like the end of the world when your GPA drops, but it’s not. You’ll be okay. Just breathe and do your best. Your best is good enough.
  30. Try to make sure you leave an open hour around midday so that you have time to get food in you. A lot of people forget to do this. If you have to have back to back classes, check your syllabus or with your teacher—some midday classes allow you to bring in a drink and a snack. Some will even allow you a full meal.
  31. If you can get an online/pdf copy of the book without busting the bank, DO IT. Sometimes there are even annotated versions online. This can make notetaking a shitton easier, because you can highlight printed-out versions of the book and they won’t dock you on the money back. Sometimes professors move through their lecture too fast for you to write stuff down. Shrugging off that old ‘don’t ruin your books’ rule you had in high school may be your only hope.
  32. UNLESS YOU NEED THEM OR REALLY WANT TO KEEP THEM TRY TO SELL BACK YOUR BOOKS—maybe even offer them online to incoming students. You won’t get nearly the worth of them but someone after you will thank you a million times over for providing a used copy. If you take good notes, you can sometimes buy/sell those as well. A lot of professors teach literally the same class every time.
  33. IF YOUR PROFESSOR PUTS NOTES ONLINE GET THEM. GET THEM NOW. TRUST ME. YOU WANT THOSE NOTES. Bring them in with you if it’s possible to get them before class.
  34. Keep change on hand. Always.
  35. The Best Way To Make Friends:
    1. Bring a printer with you to college and offer to print people’s stuff for half of what the school does or for free if you can afford it.
    2. Carry around small candies with you and offer them to people while waiting outside of class. If you are the ‘candy person’ this gives you an in for starting conversations.
    3. Buy a jumbo pack of chalk and find an open sidewalk on a free day. Write the words ‘Come draw with me?’ and begin doodling.
    4. Have a pack of cards.
  36. If you go onto campus and you can’t find what you’re looking for, and you are afraid to go up to someone and ask, find an open, well-populated area, hold your schedule/map in hand, and walk in circles for a few minutes, looking up and around in obvious confusion. Other students know this body language well. Someone will stop and point you in the right direction. (if you are worried that the person’s directions are a joke or faulty, wait for them to leave and take up the stance again; if the directions match-up the second time, they’re legit; do not allow a person to ‘show you the way’ unless EVERY STEP is along an obvious walkway, just in case)
  37. For those of you who fear assault, most campuses aren’t much for small blades or mace. Carry a pocket air horn or a hand bag of those little pop-rock fireworks unless you can get a concealed weapons permit.
  38. Make friends with transfer kids. Chances are, they won’t be able to live in the dorms and it’ll be ten times harder for them to meet people since they have to drive to and from campus. It’s also fun hearing about their experiences before the college you both go to. 
  39. Make friends with an older student. I’m talking about students who have families and full-time jobs. You can learn a lot from them, and they honestly have the best stories. They’re often the smartest and the most dedicated, so they make great study buddies. 
  40. Your teachers are people! Joke around with them, talk to them a bit during break. Make sure they at least recognize you as “that dude with the god-awful puns during break”. In my experience, professors are even more willing to bend over backwards to help the students they know. (But also, in general? They want you to learn! If there’s a way they can easily help, there’s a really good possibility they’ll do it!

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“Can you blokes slow down? My legs are littler than yours!” Y/N called after the four rowdy boys. “You speed up, Mini Moony! We’re gonna miss the train!” Sirius yelled back to her, not slowing down in the slightest. A few sprints later, the five teenagers made it to the train, quickly shuffling into a cart just as it began to move. “Padfoot, if you ever wait until the last minute to pack again, I will personally make sure that the rest of your life is miserable,” Y/N threatened, trying to catch her breath. “We made it, didn’t we?” He smirked, earning a glare from Y/N. “Take It easy, Little Lupin. We got here before it left, and we’re heading heading home for the summer,” James smiled. Y/N grumbled a “whatever” in response and rested her head on her brother’s shoulder. 

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Anonymous Requested: omg as soon as I read “We don’t know each other. We’re just two people being grumpy about Valentine’s Day and made a deal to spend the day together.” I imagined with Zico, I think it fits him lmao. Would you please write it? Thanks, you’re the best <3 Part of my Valentine’s Day prompt series.

Genre: Zico x Reader

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You knew you should’ve left the minute you’d seen the hostess put them at a table. Instead, you’d stayed in your corner booth and watched the way they lovingly stared at one another. The way his hand reached out to grab hers like she was something precious. Their smiles seemed endless as they chatted with words you couldn’t hear and tried to drown out your broken heart with swigs of your rum and coke.

How bittersweet it was indeed to run into your ex-boyfriend on Valentine’s Day with the girl he’d left you for. The same exact girl he’d replaced you with before actually excusing himself from your relationship. No, you weren’t still bitter at all.

You flagged down a waitress to get you another drink when a man slid into the other side of the booth. He was greeted with wide eyes and raised brows, but didn’t appear to notice. His hands folding on top of the table as eyes you could only classify as tiger-shaped stared back at you. It was silly to think, but it felt like he could see right through you. The thought making your own arms retract closer to your chest while still holding onto your glass. Just in case you needed something to launch in his direction for a quick escape.

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RFA HEADCANONS: AU: They're in a Famous Boyband~

(THANK YOU SO MUCH TO THE ONE WHO SENT IN THIS REQUEST. I didn’t know my ask box wasn’t open at the time, and they very kindly pointed it out, and gave me an amazing request. So, thank you.. I think it’s open now. Let me know if it isn’t, but if it is, pls send requests and stufff, I loved getting this.

This is basically an AU where the RFA is all in a boy band like BTS or something, and Jaehee is the manager. It will tell what mc’s (your) occupation is, and so on.)

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Yoosung:

The two of you met at a meet and greet.

The moment he saw you, he knew you were going to be someone important to him.

There you were, all Smol, and nervous. He was just impatiently waiting for your turn to come up. He had everything planned out in his mind. What he wanted to say, how he’d pose in your picture, and then he’d casually slip his number to you.

Well.

Shit happens.

He completely froze up when you got there, stuttering on everything he said.

You made a small comment on how you were a bit thirsty, and HE ACTUALLY HAS JAEHEE GET YOU A WATER BOTTLE.

So, he smoothly writes his number on the water bottle paper before he gives it to you.

You two ended up hanging out quite a bit, trying to go to the most private places you could without getting bombarded with paparazzi.

When he finds out you’re just a college student, he finds it to be extremely adorable, and will probably attempt (key word) to help you with your homework.

When he fails at said homework, he asks his fans for some answers (me if I was famous, LMAO JKJK? Maybe?? I mean.)

The other boys tend to tease him a lot for this, but, hey. Yoosung always comes back with “well, at least I actually have a girlfriend to do it for.”

S A V A G E.

High key cries when he has to leave you on tour.

JAEHEE HAS TO DRAG HIM AWAY FROM YOU AT THE AIRPORT, BECAUSE HE JUST WONT WANT TO GO.

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Zen:

Let’s be real, you’re also pretty famous yourself.

You are a solo singer, and one year, you just happen to be joining them on tour as their opening act.

Zen and you instantly click, and whenever you both have free time, you bet your ass he’s spending it with you.

You’ll be preforming up on stage, and tHIS BOY IS GONNA COME UP BEHIND YOU, AND INTERRUPT THE WHOLE OPENING SHOW..just to ask you out.

Probably leaps into the air and screams into his Mic. Gets really excited the rest of the night while he’s preforming.

JAEHEE IS PISSSSEEEDDD. Will tell him that he should not be having a relationship when the two of you are just so busy. But, he doesn’t listen.

Now, you guys tend to be completely out there when it comes to your dates. Paparazzi are A L W A Y S catching you kissing, or doing some form of PDA.

Again, Jaehee is pissed. She’s probably going to contact your manager, and start complaining, trying to reason with him.

Your manager is cheap, so he doesn’t care, as long as he’s getting paid.

You manager thinks it’s good for you, because you’re gaining attention from Zen and your relationship.

“Any publicity is good publicity.” He says.

So, poor Jaehee. You and Zen rock your career out together~

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707:

He’s the jokester out of the group.

So of course, he meets you, a fan…

Right after he kicks a full water bottle into your face at a concert.

You’ll be sitting in the front row, just enjoying the show. WHEN THAT HAPPENS.

you’re like WTF LIL RED HEAD, WANNA FIGHT?!

He probably starts busting out laughing, and pulls you up on stage.

Stops laughing when he sees hOw beAUTIFUL YOU ARE LIKE SHIT.

Starts violently apologizing.

When you start laughing, he gets really happy, (and relieved.) and gets you back stage passes.

Now, before he see’s you again back stage, he’s gonna ask Jaehee to be his wingman (wing woman???) and begs her to get your number.

Ends up paying her extra money to get her to do that but hEY.

The moment he sees you he just dies.

You were so cute, and now wearing one of their band shirts.

You two begin talking, and he finds out that you’re a clothing designer.

Literally hires you to make his outfits for the shows.

He loves wearing stuff made by you (probably asks you to make him dresses every now and then.)

Tries being really serious when he asks you out, getting you a rose, and writing it in a cake.

Drops the cake.

Freaks out, but you had already glanced and saw what it said, so of course, you said yES.

He will probably not be open to go on many dates at first, afraid that if you two got too close, fans would try to hurt you.

Once you’ve assured him that it is 100% okay, you’re fine..he’s gonna be taking you E V E R Y W H E R E.

Probably makes you help prank his fans.

Scare cams the other RFA members (including jaehee OOPS.)

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Jumin:

You’re an interviewer! So, one day he comes in for you to interview him 1 on 1, and of course, you bring up his cat. Asking him how it’s been, what he does when he’s away on tour.

And he’s just shocked that your questions seem to be actually curious on him and and his cat, rather than just how much money he makes, and whether he has a girlfriend or not.

As soon as the interview is done, you two start talking about your cats, showing each other pictures of them.

He exchanges his number with you, and makes sure to talk to you everyday, even when he’s on tour.

He’s probably going to stop leaving Elizabeth 3rd with Jaehee, and start letting you take her while he’s gone. (The cat, not Jaehee.)


Hates to see you interview other people, but he knows it’s you’re job, so he keeps it to himself.

Actually starts getting mad when you talk to other RFA members.

He asks you out by taking you on a fancy dinner date at an Italian restaurant (or somewhere else if ya don’t like Italian. JUST THINK FANCY.)

He will have this really nice pizza thing, and the toppings will spell out “will you go out with me.” AND YOU JUST

MM, PIZZA AND HOT CAT PAPA, YES.

Dates are always fancy and mildly expensive. Sometimes you would just want to stay at home, but he loves to treat you like a queen.

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Jaehee:

You are also apart of the boys management.

You and Jaehee like to just rant about the things those boys make you do. Like. loRD.

On a day off, you take Jaehee out for coffee..and this is the day..where o shit. She gay.

She actually has feelings for you. You. Another woman?? What??

She’s really confused, and gets really nervous out of no where.

Poor thing gets a little coffee cream on her upper lip..AND WHEN YOU BEND OVER THE TABLE TO WIPE IT OFF HER. She almost faints.

She accidentally confesses to you one day while you were making sure the hotels were all booked and in check.

She’s actually going to start stuttering, and is almost on the verge of tears, because she’s just so scared that you don’t feel the same.

You reassure her that you feel the exact same, and she just..WHAT.

You two share a passionate kiss, and that’s when the boys come in.

ThEYRE SO CONFUSED BUT THEY DONT WANT TO INTERRUPT, SO THEY DON’T SAY ANYTHING. Until Jumin casually pushes past you guys.

lil bi-

You two tend to get VERY over worked, but if one of you were having an extraordinary hard time, the other would be there to support you in no time.

Jaehee constantly worried about you and your health, and hardly even worries about her own

You have to make sure she knows that she is what’s important to you. And if she needs to rest, you are going to do everything you can to make sure she cHILLS ABOUT YOU, AND GETS SOME DANG SLEEP.

You two probably eat out a lot, but try to cook together whenever you can.

Lots of coffee dates.

When there’s no work, snuggles on tour bus. ;)

(I LOVE JAEHEE SO MUCH, MMKAY)

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V:

You’re a photography journalist.

The two of you meet when he’s just trying to get away from all of the fans.

He somehow sees you (lol) taking photos outdoors at the park.

Casually asks to see your pictures.

He starts talking to you about how he liked to take pictures in his free time, and that he just never got around to it like he used to. He finds out that you do it as a profession, and he gets a bit nervous that you may recognize him, and start bombarding him, thus blowing his cover.

You start to notice he looks a bit familiar, and point it out.

He practically sweats, but doesn’t want to lie to you.

He admits that he is a part of the boy band thing, and your just like OH

COOL STUFF, M8.

He gets confused, because why weren’t you begging for pictures?

You seem completely calm in the fact that you were talking to a celebrity, and he is just so grateful from that moment on.

Before you two part, he realizes that you were a genuine person, and asked for your number.

He loves to take pictures with you, (casually slipping in photo’s of you every now and then.) and loves showing them off after word.

Probably makes really aesthetic posts on his social media, all pictures that the both of you took.

If a fan is being rude to you?

Surprisingly, he loses his cool, and goes off on them. If it’s in person, he will make a comment on Twitter or something afterwards on how immature they acted, and that it shouldn’t happen again.

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Saeran:

You’re his makeup artist~

You’ll be doing his makeup as gently as he could, and literally it fEELS SO NICE. He loves when you’re touching his face, doing your best to make him look good up on stage.

If anyone else even tries to do his makeup, he will go off. He doesn’t care if he has to go look like a pale ghost on stage. No one else can do his makeup.

One day, he gets really frustrated, because he likes you? But how does he even show that?

As you finish his makeup one day, like any other day, HE LITERALLY STANDS UP, AND PINS YOU TO THE WALL.

He doesn’t want to force you to do anything you didn’t want to, so he awkwardly asked if he could kiss you, rather than just going for it like he had planned.

When you agree, he gets really happy (but doesn’t show it.) and just goes for it.

The two of you kissing before a show becomes a regular thing, as he claims it to be a good luck charm.

Asks you out back stage one day after you two share a passionate kiss. Gets really energetic on stage when you say yes~

anonymous asked:

jungkook smut in highschool hes your senior & is in ur classes bc he failed them & he always jokes around about getting u to date him but u both know hes kidding but one day ur wearing a tight dress and hes so turned on and wont stop dirty talking

And

can I request a jungkook thigh riding smut … I swear those thighs will kill me one day

I’m combining these two request so i hope you enjoy!! and thank you for requesting!

JUNGKOOK X READER

Xx Smut xX

~~ Admin Abbie

Ride me Baby

You walked into your classroom and sat down your books at your desk and then grabbed the homework from the front of the room. This was just like every other normal day at school. 

You would come in, grab the homework, sit down and start looking over it while you waited for the one and only Jeon Jungkook to come and start up so crazy conversation like always.

He was actually supposed to graduate last year but he failed horribly in math so he had to stay back a grade. Although that’s a bad thing you were actually quite happy he was in your class now.

You had always admired him from afar before because he is literally beautiful and handsome and just perfect in every way. All the girls loved him and he knew it because he always showed off when he got the chance.

“Hey look! its my future girlfriend!”

Speak of the devil…

“Morning Jungkook”

“Morning!”

Jungkook came in and sat his stuff down just like you did and also grabbed the homework. His desk was right next to yours so you and him had gotten decently close this past year. 

He always makes jokes about you dating him and how you should be together and you both laugh it off because you BOTH know its not gonna happen..Even if you wanted it to.

You had to admit you had developed a crush on this absolutely crazy fetus and it drove you crazy. Every day your feelings grew and you knew eventually you weren’t going to be able to hide it..and that thought terrified you because you knew that would be the end of yours and his relationship and that is the last thing you wanted.

“How was you morning Y/N?”

“Fine, although i woke up a little late so i didn’t get any breakfast so im starving”

“Thats not good! I cant have my future girlfriend starving on me!!!”

“Oh jeez Jungkook stop with the silly jokes already haha”

You both laughed and continued talking about random things until the teacher came in. Today was a half day of school because we had our homecoming dance tonight.

*To anyone who doesn’t know what that is, It is a high school dance that happens at the beginning of the year to welcome everyone back to the new year*

Everyone always got so pumped and excited for homecoming, Girls would spend tons of money on their hair and makeup and especially their dress. You on the other hand didn’t try very hard.

I mean sure it was really fun but it would be more fun if you had a date or friends to go with. To say simply you weren't the most social person you tend to keep to yourself.

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My love, my life, my always.

REQUEST: Omg so I really really REALLY love your writing and I was wondering if by chance and when you have time, to maybe write a blurb or something about Harry not really liking PDA and Y/N is comfortable with that, but there are articles out saying how their relationship is about to be over and Y/N never usually pays attention and she finds herself a bit hurt by it, with maybe a little argument but lots of fluff at the end?? Thank you in advance if you do this! have a great day xxxxxx


I literally sat down & wrote this all in one sitting after receiving this prompt because it gave me all the feels. Hope you like it, beauty. Much love. xo


You and Harry had been dating for about six months now.

You had met completely by chance. You were spending the weekend in LA with one of your old friends and he happened to be there. All you did was walk up to him and ask for a picture—a picture turned into a conversation, a conversation turned into drinks, drinks turned into lunch the next day, and the two of you just…took off.

You never expected to fall in love with each other. Yeah, you were a fan and you loved him like any other, but you weren’t expecting him to love you back. You didn’t think that he would look at you, the high strung little human being that you were, and say “hey, I’m in love with this girl.” Not when he could choose basically anyone he wanted.

And then there were the things that you didn’t expect.

For example, as soon as you two became public at about four months, there was an absolute uproar.

You weren’t the slimmest of people. There was pudge on your belly and stretchmarks on your hips, there was absolutely no thigh gap in between your legs, and you were incredibly insecure about your arms. For the most part you felt beautiful and good about yourself, but as soon as you and Harry became public people began looking for things to tear apart.

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late night fights

a/n: so so sorry for the long wait to the lovely anon who requested a Nate imagine. Hope you like it, I tried to follow your request as close as possible, just know I worked on this for like 3 days, constantly rewriting, so sorry if you still don’t like it, but I put lots of work into it, so please enjoy

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I was currently in the kitchen, making dinner for my boyfriend, Nate. I met Nate 3 and a half years ago at a Future concert. I could barely see anything over the guy that towered in front of me, and someone behind me drunkenly ran into me, shoving me into him.

He turned around with this angry look on his face, but it softened when he saw me. Despite his change in attitude I was still freaking out, blame it on my generous, caring nature, so I immediately started to apologize.

We started talking a bit, and he let me stand in front of him so I could see. After the concert we went out for drinks, and we just really hit it off. 6 months later he asked me to be his girlfriend, and here we are. 3 years later, happy as can be.

Nate and Swazz were currently at the studio. Nate’s been spending a lot of time there lately. Leaving as soon as he wakes up, and getting home at like 3 in the morning. I was pretty worried, despite being together for 3 years, there was always these gorgeous girls throwing themselves at him, and I couldn’t help but feel like he would dump me for them, cause well, I’m just plain ordinary me. Nothing special, and definitely don’t look like those girls.

But, Nate promised to come home for dinner tonight at 8, so here I was, getting things ready at 7:30.

At 8, I had everything finished, and I was dressed in some black ripped jeans and a white pocket tee. I busied yourself until Nate got home, throwing in a load of his laundry, cleaning up a bit in the living room. I laid down on the couch, watching tv, waiting for Nate to come home.

I woke up at 9:30, and Nate still wasn’t home. I was so over it at this point. I put the food away and went up to our room and changed into some leggings and a big tee shirt.

I threw my hair up in a messy bun, took off my make up. I was just lounging around, waiting for Nate to get home. I was constantly checking my phone, and saw that Nate was tweeting, posting pictures on insta, liking pictures on insta and his snapchat was full of pics and videos of him and the boys and then some with him and Stass, and Emily.

I finally decided to just go to bed, giving up on waiting for him to come home. By now it was 3 in the morning, so I figured he wasn’t coming home.

I woke up the next morning at like 7 am to a loud crashing noise downstairs. All to familiar with the sound I walked down to see Nate stumbling in. I stood on the stairs as Nate closed the door and went over and sat on the couch.

“another late night?” I asked from the stairs, Nate not even turning to look at me.

“don’t start with this shit right now (y/n).” he groaned.

“start with what Nate? I was just asking.” I said, with obvious sarcasm.

“I don’t wanna talk about this right now. Please get me some asprin.”

“If we don’t talk about this now Nate, when are we going to?” and finally he turned and looked at me. He looked like hell.

“(y/n) what do you possibly have to say that I haven’t already heard? Now get me some damn asprin.” He said, turning back around.

“get your own damn asprin Nate. I’m sick and tired of this. I never see you, and when we do see each other all we do is fight.” I threw my hands up. He got up off the couch and turned to look at me, clearly feeling hungover as he swayed a bit.

“have you thought maybe I spend all my time at the studio or out with the guys to avoid you? Your constant bitching and complaining. 90% of our fights are because of you. Your fucking insecurities drive me up a fucking wall. I can’t hang out with the boys without you freaking out about a girl that’s there? Like you don’t fucking trust me? Well I don’t wanna be with someone who doesn’t fucking trust me.” He yelled.

Taken aback by his response I was left shocked, but quickly spoke my mind.

“damn straight I don’t trust you” I lied, just so pissed at his accusation, and the fact he wouldn’t wanna be with me over some petty shit like that. “You think I wanna be with someone who’s constantly out fucking around? Do you even do anything besides smoke weed and drink with the guys? When was the last time you even released a new song? Or even recorded one? I don’t wanna be with someone who clearly doesn’t even wanna be in a relationship.” I screamed.

“well you know where the fucking door is.” He yelled, shocking both of us I think. I know I was shocked, and when his eyes went wide with the realization of what he said, I think he was just as shocked as I was. I bit my lip and started shaking my head as I ran upstairs into our room, ignoring Nate calling my name.

I grabbed a backpack and just started throwing random shit in it. A bra and like two extra pairs of panties. Like 3 shirts, 2 pair of leggings, socks, a pair of shorts. I tossed my charger in the bag and grabbed my purse with my keys and money and opened the bedroom door and headed downstairs.

Nate was walking out of the kitchen, tossing some asprin in his mouth as I reached the bottom step. I started heading towards the door but he called out, making me stop and turn around.

“what are you doing?” he asked.

“clearly this isn’t working anymore Nate, so I’m doing both of us a favor and leaving.” I spoke, turning back around and pulling open the door. “bye Nate.” I said, as I closed the door behind me.

I got in my car and started it, and saw Nate pull open the front door, looking at me as I backed out of the driveway. I immediately called Swazz, knowing he would help me. On the phone I explained what happened and he immediately offered me his guest bedroom. I told him I’d be over soon and hung up.

Swazz and I had been friends for as long as I had known Nate. We became so close that the first 6 months of my relationship with Nate, whenever everyone would go out, everyone would assume Swazz and I were dating. And Nate did have his suspicions of us having a thing, but he was just too much of an older brother.

Swazz let me in and it was when I saw him and he asked what happened that I finally broke down. I started bawling my eyes out, and Swazz let me cry all over his tee. He was always so helpful in my relationship with Nate, always offering advice when something was bothering me.

I eventually fell asleep, needing some rest. I woke up at around 4 pm, and walked down the hall. I heard Swazz on the phone.

Yeah man, she’s here.

No I wouldn’t do that. You two both need some time to calm down and just think about things.

Okay, you know I will.

And then he hung up. Judging by the conversation, it was no doubt Nate. Swazz and I sat around and watched some movies, but at around 8 he let me take a shower, knowing that always calms me down, and he let me borrow one of his shirts, knowing I was so used to wearing Nate’s big ones. Once I was done, despite taking a nap, I went to bed right afterwards.

The next morning I woke up and decided to check my phone to see if Nate had tried to contact me. The second I unlocked my phone, my notifications were blowing up. Twitter was going crazy, so I checked to see a bunch of screenshots of Nate out again last night. Pictures of him and Stass everywhere.

Then there was a video, from snapchat, so obviously it was on is story if fans were able to save it and tweet it. It was him and Stass out at a club. Yeah, her giving him a lap dance hurt like a bitch. But what killed was the next part, where they’re literally sitting there making out.

That was when my world shattered. 3 years and the same day we break up he’s already out with another girl. So aggravated I screamed and threw my phone at the wall. Swazz came in and his face softened when he saw me. I looked up at him and broke down.

“why” I broke down, but Swazz came and sat on bed with me, holding me in his arms as I had another break down. Again Swazz stopped me from having another panic attack, and just let me lay in bed for the day. Around 7 I decided, if he was out living up the single life, then I would too.

I don’t pay hundreds of dollars to be wasting it with my tears over some fucker. No, I deserved to go out and have the time of my life, like any other single girl would do. So I said fuck it and decided I was going out tonight.

I dressed in black ripped skinny jeans and a plain white vneck, throwing on a leather jacket and finishing the outfit with a pair of black bootie wedges. I also curled my hair, and did my make up really nice. When Swazz saw me he kinda smiled.

“feeling better?” he asked.

“yeah, I’m just gonna go out for a bit.”

“alright, you have your key?”

“yeah, I’ll see ya”

And with that I was out the door. I found an uber and found myself at a little club. Immediately walking up to the bar and ordering 2 shots, downing them both almost immediately. I got a mixed drink and turned and looked at the dancefloor.

Some like 40 year old guy came up to me and started to hit on me. He asked me to dance with him, but I kindly declined. But he didn’t give up. He reached out and grabbed my wrist, trying to pull me out, but I fought a bit. Suddenly another hand was around my waist and my thoughts were ‘I’m going to die, they’re going to rape me and kill me.’ But I was wrong.

“hey bud, mind letting go of my girl?” the guy next to me spoke, his voice low and smooth. I turned and looked at him. He was tall and hot as hell, looked my age, maybe a year or two older. Kinda long shaggy hair, but it was quiffed up a bit. And his smile, god his smile.

“oh this is your girl?” the 40 year old asked.

“yeah, and I’d appreciate if you would get your hands off her and leave her alone.”

“she’s a prude anyway.” The older guy scoffed and walked away.

I turned and looked up at the guy with his arm still around me, resting on my waist, a little lower and closer to my butt.

“thank you.” I smiled.

“hey anything for a pretty girl.” He smiled. “I’m Derek.”

“(y/n)”

And the rest of the night, we hung out. We sat at the bar, and got drink after drink. He had his hand constantly on me, somehow, someway, and always very sensual. Like, he would rub up and down my thigh, or take my hand. We were very very flirty all night, sexual tension obvious between us.

“hey, uh don’t look now, but that creep from earlier is looking over here.” Derek whispered in my ear, pulling back slightly and looking at me. I bit my lip and smiled.

“let’s give him something to look at then.”

And Derek, reading my mind, caressed my cheek with one hand, the other resting on my thigh, as my hand held onto his arm, and the other resting on his shoulder as our lips met.

What started as a sweet innocent kiss, turned heated fast and suddenly our tongues were fighting for dominance. I pulled back to catch my breath and Derek smiled at me.

“you wanna get outta here?”

And in that moment I thought about Nate. I still cared about him, but he no doubt fucked Stass after that video, and they say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.

“yes.” I said breathlessly.

Next thing I know, me and Derek are walking out of the club hand in hand. He called an uber and the second we were in and he told them his address, we were both all over each other.

We stumbled into his place, sloppily making out, neither of us caring how many pieces of furniture we ran into. First it was the side table, then the back of the couch, then the tv, then the speakers, and after that the armrest of the couch, causing us both to fall back onto the couch, Derek landing on top of me.

“are you sure you want to?” he pulled up and asked.

“yes, please.” I said breathlessly, and next thing I know our lips are attached.

Clothes started flying off and next thing I know Derek is inside of me, no foreplay needed. It felt so good. He felt so good. I was a moaning mess within minutes. The sound of skin slapping and both our moans filled the room, and when we both finally released, Derek collapsed on top of me.

He grabbed a sheet and covered us and within minutes we were both asleep.

The next morning I woke up to the sound of a doorbell. I turned and nudged a still sleepy Derek.

“Derek, someone’s at the door.” I groaned, still tired.

“can you get it babygirl?” he groaned, eyes still closed.

“what the fuck am I supposed to do?”

“just ask what they want, if they explain why they’re here, don’t let them in, if they say they gotta see me, let em in.” He spoke, running his hand down his face, slowly waking up.

I got off the couch and threw on Derek’s shirt, not knowing where mine was. I also threw on his boxers, my panties lost. I started heading towards the door and turned to see Derek finally sitting up, but before I opened the door I yelled at him.

“if you’re about to have company you might wanna put some pants on.”

“babygirl, if you wanted to see me in the morning, all you had to do was ask.” He smirked, standing up and letting the sheet fall, his manhood standing at full attention. Morning wood. I laughed and turned to open the door, looking down still.

“can I help y-“ I stopped short, looking up to see Nate. My eyes wide, his just filled with confusion. He then looked me up and down and suddenly his jaw clenched. He didn’t say anything, just pushed open the door and brushed past me.

“LUH, THE FUCK YOU AT?” Nate screamed, I followed after him, stopping right behind him as he saw Derek in the living room, fixing his shorts.

“hey wassup Skate?”

“YOU FUCKED MY GIRL?” Nate hissed, his hands in fists, ready to throw punches.

“didn’t know yall were together.” Derek spoke, calm as hell.

“well, we were, but, fuck it man, it doesn’t matter, You still fucked my girl.” Nate spoke.

Derek was about to speak again, but Nate had ran up and punched him. The two guys breaking out into a fist fight.

“guys.” I tried, but they didn’t respond.

“Guys!” I yelled louder, yet no response again.

“GUYS” I tried again, but they paid no attention.

“NATE” I yelled, grabbing his arm, and he stopped, holding Derek by the collar, and Nate’s angry look disappeared and his face filled with sorrow. Nate let go of Derek, throwing him down onto the floor.

I made sure Derek was okay, and once I got him off the ground and onto the couch, I turned and looked at Nate.

“what the fuck was that.”

“what the fuck was that? What the fuck is my girlfriend doing at my best friends house in his fucking clothes?” Nate growled, looking between me and Derek. My eyes went wide.

“wait, y-you know each other?” I stuttered.

“yeah, Nate’s family. He got me on his label.” Derek said from the couch.

“wait what?”

“why do you think I’ve been at the studio so much ma? I’ve been working with Derek. Yeah, sometimes we all get a little sidetracked and start fucking around, but other than that it’s been late nights with Derek.” Nate explained. “look, can we talk?”

“uh, yeah.” I said, and Nate took my hand and dragged me into Derek’s kitchen. I leaned against the counter, and Nate stood across from me.

“look, I’m sorry okay. I was an idiot. I shouldn’t have said the shit I did, and I definitely should have stopped you from leaving. I was an ass.” Nate spoke out.

“No Nate, you were right. I should have just trusted you.”

“no (y/n) you were right. I should be spending more time with you, it’s not right for me to spend all my time at the studio or out with the boys, when I could be spending it with my girl.”

“Nate, I didn’t mean what I said. I understand you’re at the studio a lot and working really hard. I just got upset because I thought you would rather go out with the guys then be with me. I- I thought you didn’t love me anymore.” I admitted, looking shyly up at Nate.

His mouth dropped, and in the blink of an eye Nate was in front of me, my face in his hands and his lips on mine. After he pulled back, he looked at me, hands still holding my face.

“babygirl, of course I love you. I’m always gonna love you, don’t you ever doubt that. I never knew what love was until I met you, so you best believe I ain’t ever gonna throw what we got away.” He smiled. “I love you way too much ma.”

“I love you too Nate.”

“so does that mean you’re gonna come back home?” he smiled.

“yeah, I’m coming back home.”

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Dating Fred Weasley Would Include:

A/N: This is long bc I have a lot to say on the matter okay

• You’d probably get to know eachother at a party
• And by that I mean you were playing spin the bottle and got put with him
• And continued to kiss much longer than the game required you to
• After the party you both decided to brush it off because you assumed it didn’t mean anything to the other
• Oh but how wrong you both were
• Fred sat in class daydreaming about you and your beautiful smile and hair and eyes and laugh and so on •And spent weeks trying to get you to notice him
• And you spent weeks trying to pluck up the courage to chat him up
• In the end you were kind of forced to talk to him thanks to a pushy friend
• Like, literally. Your friend literally pushed you into Fred so you’d talk to him.
• And of course you made him drop his things (none of which Filch would approve of by the looks of it)
• So you, being the lovely person you are, bent down and helped him pick up his things, both of you apologising profusely
• But once you started looking at what you were picking up, you had a lot of questions
• “What on Earth do you need all these packets of powder for, Fred?”
• “Business stuff. Don’t you worry about it, Y/N.”
• “What kind of business… is it legal..?”
• He seemed to hesitate a moment
• You waited patiently for a response
• “Joke shop business.” He finally answered
• You’re making a joke shop? Fred! That’s so cool!“
• An easy smile spread across his face "It is pretty cool. Also pretty top secret at the moment, so if you wouldn’t share that around-”
• “Don’t you worry about it, Fred. Your secrets safe with me.” You said, giving him your warmest smile
• “I don’t suppose those boxes have more illicit joke shop things too?” You continued, because honestly you were quite interested in what it all was
• Fred nodded and started stacking the boxes to make them easier to carry
• You asked him if he wanted help carrying them the rest of the way
• He accepted and it went from there
• You asked him loads of questions about his pranks, all of which he answered enthusiastically
• And then he asked if you wanted to go out on a date
• You were caught off guard, and admittedly could’ve accepted in a more collected manner
• Because you kind of blushed quite a bit and stammered out a “I- Yeah okay! Yes that would be good!”
• He gave you another smile before going into the Gryffindor common room
• So you ran off to find your friend and deliver the good news
• And he ran off to find his and tell them he was going on a date with the hottest person at Hogwarts (besides Filch ofc)
• The first date consisted of a walk around Hogsmede, a “quick” look in Zonko’s, and an even longer time in the Three Broomsticks
• And then back at school you spent ages with him after dinner getting to know each other
• Quite late into the night he admitted that he thought you were a top notch kisser
• And you asked him if he wanted to double check and confirm that you were a good kisser
• For science, obviously
• Turns out he was a bit indecisive and a lot of kissing took place before he confirmed that you were in fact the best kisser
• And then you kissed some more just for the hell of it
• In the early hours of the morning he offered to walk you back to your dormitory (unless you’re in Gryffindor, then he kissed you goodnight and left you to it)
• As it turned out, the news that Fred and Y/N were going out got around very quickly
• You attribute this to Lee and George
• Both of whom you had become fast friends with
• Just as Fred had with your friends
• Soon enough you were involved in executing the pranks too
• Fred made sure to do his best to keep you out of detention though
• When you asked why, he confessed that it was because he didn’t want you to stop pranking with him
• He believes you make everything more fun
• Including school holidays
• So The Burrow gradually becomes your home away from home
• You spend a lot of nights together in the orchid chatting away
• The two of you can talk about absolutely anything with eachother and he loves it
• You lay your head on his chest and he doesn’t even mind the slightest bit when your chin starts to dig in because he likes you so much
• But you do start to drift off and unfortunately you can’t stay outside all night so Fred pokes you awake
• You groan and complain that you’re too tired to walk so he gives you a piggy back ride
• He wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings though and walks straight into the kitchen with a grumpy Molly in it
• She tells Fred off for being out of bed at such an unreasonable hour
• But she just can’t stay mad when her son has a sleepy significant other on his back
• When Molly’s out of earshot he says that you should stay on his back forever so that Molly will get distracted by the sweetness of the situation and forget to be mad
• You kick him gently in the leg and laugh at his logic
• He kisses you goodnight and let’s you go to bed
• Actually he kisses you a lot
• For seemingly no reason
• And it drives his siblings up the wall
• Ron makes retching sounds whenever he kisses you in front of him
• You and Fred have billions of inside jokes as well
• And you like to give him things
• Even if it’s just a cool leaf or a pretty rock
• You also owl him a lot when you’re apart
• And he keeps your letters because they always have a funny joke or an interesting fact in them somewhere
• Fred likes to play with your hair a lot too
• When you’re up late talking he’ll twirl your hair around his fingers
• And eventually it turns into a head massage which is always nice
• He likes it when you rest your head on his shoulder or on his lap
• You like it when he rests his on your back or on top of your head
• Also when he puts his hands on your thighs
• He loves it when you come to Quidditch practice and games because it makes him look cool in his opinion
• but he won’t tell you that
• he also won’t tell you that he feels ridiculously proud when you cheer for him from the audience

Awkward Turtles

Grayson (@klainedrops-on-roses) prompted “I twisted my ankle and you’re the only one here strong enough to carry me to the nurse’s office but we’re both really awkward.” with Cheerio!Kurt and Footballer!Blaine AO3

Note: Get ready to feel a whole lot of secondhand awkwardness. You’ll really wanna smack the both of them and just yell “KISS ALREADY!” and the awkwardness of it all made me laugh so much, so I hope you guys get a few laughs too :) Darling Grayson sent this to me when I has having a rough day a month or so ago, and I finally have the time to complete it! I hope that it can help bring you as much joy as you brought me that day <3

The football came out of nowhere. Just sailed through the air and had it not been for his reflexes, it would have hit him square in the eye. But then again, his current state of being sprawled on the ground in an attempt to dodge the ball wasn’t too good either.

Kurt groaned, blinking his eyes open and trying to focus. Everything around him seemed to be spinning though, so he closed his eyes again hoping that it would settle. He felt a hand on his shoulder and flinched.

“Oh my goodness are you alright?”

That voice… He knows that voice.

Opening his eyes again and squinting at the bright sunlight, a familiar face came into focus. A really familiar face. Tanned olive skin, hair styled with gel and those gorgeous hazel eyes that oh hello look even better up close. “You’re…”

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Reasons of Regret

Requested:Omg i love ur stories!! If you are accepting requests can you do one where you and shawn have been best friends your whole life then suddenly you guys slept together and you both sort of regret it and are a bit awkward but then shawn confesses that he doesnt regret that night and he wants to try with you because he thinks he’s falling in love w u and basically happy ending lol ❤️❤️

Writing in italics is a flash back.

Y/l/n= your last name.

“Please have mercy on me take it easy……”

“Shawn!” Yelled Andrew again clearly getting frustrated.

“I sang the lyrics right this time.” He groaned.

Andrew couldn’t be more irritated with Shawn than he was himself. Songs that he had wrote and performed thousands of times he was starting to forget.  

“You played the wrong chords.” Andrew corrected before letting out a loud sigh and running his fingers through his hair. “You know what, take five.” And with that Andrew stormed off to deal with something.

Shawn placed his guitar on the stand before making his way to his dressing room backstage. This is the fifth day this week that he stuffed up his songs. His mind to pre occupied on y/n. The girl he had been best friends with as long as he could remember. With no real reason why, Shawn slammed the door loudly behind him. Hopefully no one would come and disturb him although his whole crew where becoming very temperamental with him.  He leaned over the bench and stared at himself in the mirror.

“Let’s just pretend this never happened”, He said to her.

“This won’t change anything between us will it?” Y/n stared up at Shawn hopeful. She didn’t want to lose her best friend just because of one drunken mistake.

“Of course not.” Shawn lied.

Deep down both new that they where only words of comfort, after all how could things be the same after something as interment as what they had done. They could possibly never be around each other without feeling awkward about the night that they had spent together.

Shawn shook the thought from his head and pushed away from the mirror as if that was the reason he couldn’t concentrate. Y/n had become all he could think about, all that consumed his mind. The two hadn’t spoken since the morning after and regretted everything to do with that night that he couldn’t remember. One mistake led to the torture that he now felt. Was this his punishment for being so reckless with y/n? Not being able to get her out of his head. At night he lay awake thinking about her not allowing sleep to consume him. In the mornings he wondered how she was spending her day. Every other moment of his day was spent thinking of her. When he preformed, without even trying to, he related Y/n to every lyric he sang only distracting him more. What was happening to him?

This wasn’t normal he had never felt like this before. He couldn’t find the words to even explain it. He felt funny kind of like the way you feel when you haven’t slept properly and consumed to much coffee. It was like he was wide awake but every piece of him wanted to sleep, yet in a way it felt pleasurable. Is there a explanation for this torment of bliss he felt?

“What is going on? Shawn stopped pacing around his dressing room when he had realised that he hadn’t asked the question himself but Andrew had just entered the room after he had clearly calmed down.

"I don’t know” Shawn threw his arms around in hopes to let out some tension. Andrew took a seat on the lounge as Shawn began pacing again.“It’s all her. It’s all y/n”

Andrew waited but Shawn didn’t go on. He wasn’t making any sense. After hopelessly trying to figure out what Shawn meant, Andrew finally asked.

“What’s all y/n. You haven’t seen her in two months.” Shawn stopped pacing as the memory of their last encounter  filled mind.

“Shawn?” at the familiarity of the voice Shawn turned around instantly, a force of habit. Y/n looked up at him confused and slightly hurt.

“Hey y/n” He breathed out trying to hide the shame he felt after running into her. He hadn’t told her that he would be coming home which clearly only made things ten times more awkward between them.

“What are you… um what are you doing here?” She looked directly past his face as she stuttered, hoping to consume her emotions. She didn’t want Shawn to know just how betrayed she had felt. She too felt awkward around Shawn after that night but She had at least hoped they would try and get things back to the way they where, after all Shawn had always been there for her.

Shawn knew she meant back home but he played dumb as he waited for his turn to be served so he could pay and leave as fast as possible.

“Aaliyah’s really sick so mum sent me to grab some medicine.” He held up the bottle he was holding in his hand hoping to divert her betrayed expression away from his face. It made him feel only more guilty.

“How come you didn’t tell me you where coming home you texted me yesterday?” Y/n wasn’t holding back but thankfully it was now Shawn’s turn. He walked up to the counter before paying and hurrying off. As he walked past the window he made the mistake of looking back at y/n which broke him completely. She looked as though she would never want to see him again. After that he knew he would never be able to mend his friendship with her.

Shawn began pacing again hoping to rid his mind of the thought. Y/n already consumed his thoughts enough he didn’t need to remember how much he hurt her the last time they saw each other.

“She’s all I think about, It’s driving me crazy” he groaned tugging at his hair. “I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, She’s literally always on my mind.” He continued. Andrew’s eye’s followed Shawn as he paced rapidly shaking his head and muttering about y/n under his breath.

“Then just call her and get her off your mind. I need you to focus, you can’t stuff up anymore performances.” The fact that he had stuffed up six songs in last night’s show didn’t affect Shawn the way is usually should have. He had never failed a performance, always pouring his heart and soul into his career, yet last night he was too preoccupied with the girl that was ruining him.

“I can’t” Yelled Shawn yet Andrew knew he wasn’t angry at him, he was angry at himself.

“Well whatever it is fix it because your career, as well as a lot of peoples jobs, is on the line here.” And with that Andrew pushed himself off the couch and out of the dressing room. Realising that he didn’t have any other method of how to get the girl out of his mind, Shawn reaches for his phone. Maybe just knowing how her day was going would help a little. But Shawn expected nothing less when Y/n didn’t answer.

Desperate he left his dressing room. He knew this was beyond crazy and that he would be in so much trouble but before checking the hallways he rushed out the back and into one of the cars, stopping only at his hotel to get his passport and nothing else, before proceeding to the airport. He didn’t think twice about anyone else but y/n, not that that had become a shock to him. All his fans going to his show tonight would be beyond disappointed. He noted to himself to send out a tweet as soon as he parked the car to apologise and promise to reschedule the show. As Shawn reached the parking lot his phone began ringing. He sent a sideways glance at the phone in the passenger seat, that lie next to the passport, to see Andrews name flashing across the screen. He ignored it. Andrew wanted Shawn to resolve the problem and Shawn was sure that this was the only way. Parking the car and running into the airport Shawn bought a ticket for the next flight that departed home. When his phone rang for the third time, after he had bought the ticket and was making his way to the terminal for his flight that departed in an hour, Shawn answered it.

“Where are you? You have a meet and greet in less than an hour.” Andrew’s voice was harsh but Shawn knew that he was trying to control his anger.

“Cancel it. You told me to deal with the problem so that’s what I’m doing.”

“We are not cancelling it. Where are you?”

“Reschedule it then, and I’m not telling you.” And with that Shawn hung up and turned his phone on aeroplane mode before boarding the plane.

His heart beat became heavier and heavier as he drew closer and closer to home. He needed to see y/n, nothing else mattered. As he’s heart pumped faster and faster he felt himself becoming for excited. This was by far the most reckless he had ever been and to put something like his career on hold was completely insane. What would management say? But Shawn didn’t care. He was going to see y/n!

The flight and taxi ride seemed to dwell on longer than it usually should have. His leg would shake and butterflies erupted in his stomach. He wasn’t even the slightest bit sure what he would do when he saw y/n.

Now he stood in front of y/n’s house staring at the door. He made it. It was now dark but he was here. He’s hands formed a fist and his knuckles pressed against the door yet all he could hear was the loud beating of his heart.

“Shawn?” Mrs y/l/n opened the door clearly surprised by the sight of Shawn yet she smiled broadly at him. Shawn had always had a soft spot in her heart.

“Hi Mrs y/l/n, could I please see y/n”. Y/n’s mum looked back into the house and I could almost imagine y/n standing on the stairs the way you see in the movies telling her mum she doesn’t want to see me.

Y/n’s mum sighed before stepping out the door and closing it behind her.

“I just so happened to be leaving and accidently left the door unlocked.” Y/n’s mum says smiling at Shawn before walking towards her car. He waits until she has backed out of the drive way and out of sight down the street before he slowly entered the house. The place is silent which means that y/n is in her room. Making His way to her room memories flash through Shawn’s mind of the countless times He  ran around with her in these very hallways.

Her bedroom door is wide open and the light is on but when he walk in she isn’t in there. Looking around the room his heart breaks at the fact that she has taken down all the photo’s of us that once scattered the walls. I deserve it though, he thought.

“What are you doing here?” Shawn turns around to see that y/n is standing in the doorway and He falls into a daze as he stares at her.

She is in a pair of pink boxer shorts, a hooded sweater, her hair tied into a lazy messy bun that is falling out, and her makeup has slightly come off after the long days wear. Yet after all this time she looks more beautiful than she ever has. A broad smile plays on his lips and finally the troubles he’s been feeling from the last few weeks are gone, it’s only her. Here right in front of him it’s y/n. Nothing else is important any more.  Stepping as fast as he can towards her he pulls her into his chest wrapping his arms around her body and nuzzling his face into her hair that smells of the apple and vanilla shampoo she always uses.  But y/n doesn’t move. She pushes Shawn away. The torture I’ve been going through all week, the things I had done to be here for her today and she wasn’t even the slightest bit pleased with my appearance, he said to himself.

“What? You expect me to fall hopelessly into your arms after everything that’s happened?” Her tone is cold and she walks past me to her desk. He could tell that she was getting ready for bed because the lights where dimed and she just blew out the candle she lights every night before bed allowing the aroma of caramel and vanilla to fill her bedroom.

Now Shawn realises that the mistake he made was that he had all that spare time on the flight as well as the taxi ride and not once did he think of what he would say once he got to her, I bet if I was a girl I would have perfect a full lecture and memorised it word for word, he thought to himself.  

Now he stares at the girl before him who has her back turned to him, unaware of how to express his feelings towards her. How could he explain the fact that she had conquered his mind, become everything to him without even being aware of it.

“I….” Shawn stuttered words couldn’t come to him. He had lost y/n once, he couldn’t even bare the thought of losing her again.

“What did I do wrong?” Y/n turned around. Tears in her eyes. She was confused.  "I get things got awkward between us after that mistake of a night but you didn’t have to cut me off like that" She took in a deep breath before continuing. “I spend so many days wondering how I lost my best friend just because I could be stupid enough to sleep with him.”

“I…” Shawn tried again but y/n cut him off.

“I’m sorry that I made you regret that night so much but I don’t even know what I did. You literally ran away from me the last time we saw each other. Do you have any idea how much that hurt?"Shawn felt shameful..

"I don’t regret that night!” Shawn said truthfully for the first time. Only now that he heard y/n wishing how much it had never happened did he realise that it wasn’t a mistake, not something to be ashamed of. He still couldn’t form a sentence explaining how he felt. How did he feel? But then sense flooded through him. How had he not realised it before. Y/n had been taking over his mind, she has become all he thinks about, he wondered if she’s alright, what she’s doing, or even if she thinks of him. All this is because I care about her way more than a friend, he finally realised

He stepped forward and pressed his lips to hers. He knew that if he said the wrong thing it would make the situation worse. Instead he stood there showing her in a way that words couldn’t explain, how he felt towards her. She kissed back, tears still streaming down her face. Shawn wondered whether it was because he was a bad kisser or something but then remembered that girls are emotional.

“What I’m trying to say is that I want to try us?” He looks down at y/n hopefully. Both out of breath from there passionate kiss. Still crying, y/n mumbled I hate you under her breath before a small smile tugged on her lips and she pulled Shawn in for another kiss.

A Kacchako fic

Just a Few Things From the Store

Summary: Katsuki Bakugou is given a list and a mission- go to the store and get his mom’s stuff or die in the process. Little does the moronic teenager know he is in for a big surprise when he meets a lovely little red-head.

A/N: An amazing fic idea from @princhrulez. I just want to keep writing about Katsuki just doing normal things and being really mad about everything. I love it!!!

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Chapter Two

I Want A Lot of Snacks!

If Katsuki was being weird before, his mother was terrified when he actually put out his hands, volunteering to go shopping for her a week later.

“What?”

“Did I fucking stutter?” he demanded, “I’ll get your shit.”

“Okay, what the fuck is wrong with you? Are you sick? Do you have cancer?” his mother asked, terrified for her son. Never in his entire life had he ever volunteered to do anything for his mother. It was always a fight with him to get him to do anything.

“I just want to get out of this fucking house, I am suffocating. And Deku is a little punk bitch, annoying me all of the time. I want to get out of here for a few hours.”

She squints at her son but decides it’s not the time to look a gift horse in the mouth. She gives him the list and the money and he kicks the front door open, almost hitting Izuku coming in from fetching the mail.

“Oh, Kaachan,” he said pleasantly, the blonde glaring at him.

“What do you want?” he snarled.

“Uh, just wanted to say be careful out there,” Izuku muttered and hurried into the house.

The short train ride brought Katsuki back to the same grocery store as before and he didn’t know why, but he found himself looking around. Pft, as if he would see that dumb bitch again. He found himself pretending mostly to be shopping, not really even looking at his list when he turned into the cereal aisle and stopped dead.

There she was! She was wearing a bright pink shirt and sweat pants, pushing a cart this time as she looked at the Poptarts.

Katsuki froze again, standing completely still and wondering if he should just turn and run. But he wasn’t a fucking coward like Deku, he was too cool for that weak ass shit. He needed to face this. He didn’t get the chance to think when she suddenly turned and spotted him. She brightened instantly, smiling wider than probably physically possible and waved.

It had occurred to Ochako about ten minutes after meeting Katuski the last time that maybe he was deaf and that was why he hadn’t spoken to her. She didn’t know sign language so maybe he could read lips instead. So seeing him again, she was grateful for another chance to talk to him. She’d liked him the first time they met, even though she did all of the talking. She walked up to him, waving.

“Heeellloooo,” she said slowly, making sure to emphasize every syllable to make it easier for him. Katsuki made a face. “Reeemeemberr meeee?”

Of course he remembered, dumb bitch, it wasn’t hard to forget her. He stared at her, unsure why she was talking so slow.

“Mmmyy naaame iss Uravity,” she said, putting her hand on her chest and looking expectedly. He was getting angry now.

“Yeah, dumb ass, you fucking told me last time we met!” he bursts out, yelling and kicking the cart she was pushing, making her jump in surprise. “Why are you talking so fucking weird? Its freaking me out.”

“You can talk!?”

He glared at her and kicked her cart again.

“Of course I can talk, stupid!” he yells and she bursts out laughing.

“I thought you didn’t know how, you didn’t say anything the first time we met!” she laughs, and he stares at her, not unhappy about the way she was laughing at him. Usually he wasn’t the type to let anyone look down at him, but it didn’t feel like that’s what she was doing. He was glad he finally got the ability to speak again, though, he could actually manage a conversation with her now.

“I can fucking talk bitch!” he emphasized, ignoring the sudden rise in temperature in the building and turning to look at the aisle, as if he had actually come here to accomplish something.

“You’re really loud,” she said, smiling and looked at his list. “Do you need help like last time? I am always needing to go over and over my own lists, like I was with my dad at the store the other day and I was like oh yeah, I totally already bought that and I got home and-“

Despite not prompting her, Katsuki realized that Uravity didn’t know how to stop talking once she got started. He didn’t even grunt acknowledgements that he was listening, she just kept right on going. She decided it was important to literally dump every single piece of information she had in her head right on him but somehow he found himself once again just following her throughout the store. At one point she just took his list and started filling his basket again, not even asking, just doing it.

This information went as follows: her school, her best friends in order of importance, including some asshat named Iida, a girl named Momo? And some chick addicted to rock music. Then it was incredibly important that she tell him every single random thing that popped into her head about the weather, the importance of flossing, why are the ice bergs melting so fast, like what is going to happen to the penguins?! Or the ever important thought of the day: where was she going to get lunch after spending the whole morning getting groceries?

It didn’t matter that Katsuki didn’t contribute anything more than grunts to this conversation, Uraraka apparently had plenty to say without his help.

They reached the end of the store and started heading for the check out line again and it finally occurred to Katsuki that he hasn’t spoke a single coherent word and decides it is time to yell at her.

“Oi, Angel Face, what the fuck are you doing following me around all of the goddamn time?” he yelled, kicking her cart as they stood in line and she looked at him, her face turning a little red.

“A-Angel face?” she muttered, blushing. He stared, why was that a big deal? He looked away from her.

“Anyway, I have important shit to do,” he grumbles, even though he has literally nothing going on and clearly went out of his way to run into her again.

She pays for her things, blushing and finally he gets his own. They start heading out, and she has become so quiet its throwing him off. He wonders if he pissed her off, talking to her like that.

“Hey, I-”

“I hope we see each other again!” she practically shouts at him and before he has the chance to recover, she is suddenly hurrying towards the train in the opposite direction, leaving him standing there feeling like an idiot.

“What the hell man?”

A/N: A little shorter, but that was only because I have been working so much, I wanted to update at least a little bit. The next chapter will be up soon!!

mousebitten  asked:

Bellarke + we're friends who got married for FAFSA release reasons, now college is over and we're in the same city and we're still married and it's weird. i love a good fake marriage fic and you do them best <3

In keeping with my usual standards, I did absolutely no research about how FAFSA marriage benefits might actually work. Do not get fake-married for financial gain without consulting a lawyer.


Clarke’s never taken marriage very seriously, as an institution. Not in a particularly disrespectful way, she doesn’t hate it or anything. But she’s never understood taking it as this deadly serious, irreversible choice. It’s not hard to stop being married, depending on how many assets you have. As far as she’s concerned, marriage is a choice you should make if it’s the right one for you, and you should stop being married once it stops being the right choice.

Which is how she ends up getting married to Bellamy Blake her sophomore year of college.

It’s Bellamy’s idea, in that he’s the one who collapses into the seat next to her at their usual bar and says, “Fuck, I’m going to have to leave school.”

“Why?” asks Miller.

“Is everything okay with your sister?” Clarke adds.

He gives her a grateful smile. Bellamy’s three years older than she is, but still only a sophomore himself, because he dropped out of school for a while to take care of his sister, until her grandmother appeared from the woodwork to take over. Clarke knows that every time his phone rings, he’s sure it’s bad news about Octavia.

“O’s fine. My funding fell through.” He shrugs, deliberate, trying to play it off. “Financial aid is a fragile ecosystem,” he continues. “One small change and the whole thing falls apart. My rates changed, so–”

“So what?” Clarke demands. “There’s still months before next semester. We can find you some other scholarships, new funding. How hard have you looked?”

He huffs a small laugh. “Not at all, yes. I literally found out right before my TA session tonight, so all I’ve done is uselessly worry and decide I want to get drunk. Speaking of which, let’s do that.”

“Obviously,” she agrees. “But we’re looking into this tomorrow. It’s not that hard to find funding.”

“You know I’ve found a lot more scholarships than you have, right?” he asks, but he sounds more amused than annoyed. “But sure, knock yourself out. For now, you can buy my first round.”

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anonymous asked:

Can I have some fluff where the RFA+( v and saeren) are nervous on taking MC on a date

Of course you can Anon-san! It’s refreshing to write something other than sin!  (ᵔᴥᵔ)

Zen

  • He apologizes to you again and again about having to get interrupted
  • He has to control himself, afraid he’ll make his fans hate you from being jealous of you.
  • That ultimately fails, cause he just can’t help touching you.
  • It takes him quiet a while to actually choose where to bring you, since he’s not quiet sure what you like to do.
  • He ends up bringing you to the amusement park
  • “MC look! Aren’t these cute?” 
  • They’re animal headbands, and you both get matching brown bear ears to wear around together. 
  • But as the date goes on, Zen repeatedly excuses himself, running to the rest room to check his appearance.
  • Only you can make him so unsure of himself.
  • He worries that you aren’t having fun, that his fans bother you and that he isn’t suited for you.
  • After his 9th attempt to go to the bathroom, you grab his hand.
  • “Zen. You look fine. Super handsome as always!” 
  • This leads to him kissing you every chance he gets for the rest of the day
  • “Babe. How can you be so cute?!” 

Yoosung

  • Surprisingly, he’s the one to ask you out on a date
  • He stays up all night playing LOLOL because he’s too excited to sleep!
  • Ends up waking up late.
  • “MC I’M SO SORRY I’M ON MY WAY”
  • He takes you to see a movie (It’s totally a cartoon)
  • Literally sits there and sweats once he realizes that he’s actually on a date.
  • “Holy shit. I’m on a date.”
  • He stays quiet half way through the movie, and then decides to make move.
  • Tries to put his arm around you
  • Flinches every time you move.
  • Eventually he gives up, head in his hands silently shooting himself in the foot.
  • But then he feels you grab his hand (its clammy lol)
  • He notices your silent giggles…
  • “MC! You were aware of it this whole time?!?!”

Jahee

  • Stays up all night researching what to do on a date.
  • Also researches things to do
  • Wakes up super early to prepare
  • Arrives a hour early 
  • You two end up going to a cooking class together!
  • You make sushi, there’s lots of giggling and playing around
  • But for some reason…Jahee feels an even greater attraction towards you today, and it makes her quiet flustered
  • She begins to ramble on and on as she works, and by the end of her rolling, her sushi roll is huge! Lol….her sushi….roll
  • Jahee continues to grow flustered, refusing to make eye contact with you
  • Later, when you’re both sitting down, you feed her the sushi you made, laughing when she refuses to meet your gaze.

Jumin

  • You have to ask him to set aside a day for the two of you
  • Spending time with you outside the penthouse actually appeals to him (unless it’s Daddy Jumin)  
  • He takes you to a really fancy restaurant
  • As he sits across from you, he can’t help feeling restless
  • You deserve only the best, and though he doesn’t look it, he’s terrified that you may be dissatisfied with the date
  • This shows when he tosses his fork onto his plate
  • “Take this away right now. Remake everything! It’s alright to be honest MC.” 
  • You get so confused. Like. What?
  • “Jumin, when did I say it didn’t taste good…?”
  • He instantly gets embarrassed, claiming that he can’t keep his head on when he’s with you
  • “I just…want to make you happy.” 
  • You get up from your seat and press a kiss to his cheek, reassuring him that you just love spending time with him.
  • You both end up going to a book lounge, just relaxing into each other.

 Seven

  • He literally just picks you up and puts you in the car one day.
  • “We’re going on an adventure!”
  • “Seven…it’s 9:30 at night”
  • He insists and convinces you to beg him.
  • Somehow you find yourself laying down in a planetarium, Seven laying next to you
  • You turn to face him, but….
  • He’s covering his face with his hands like a shy little girl.
  • “Seven…?”
  • “Nooo! Don’t look at me! You’re dangerous!” 
  • When the light hits him, you see that his face matches his hair, 
  • You end up moving his glasses out of the way and kissing his nose.

V

  • Arrives 30 minutes early and insists on picking you up from your house
  • Takes you to an art festival 
  • As your both walking around booth he shyly takes hold of your hand
  • When you stop walking and look up at him, V blushes.
  • “O-only if you’re okay with it.”
  • He covers his lips with his hands as he just continues to blush.
  • He takes lots of photos of you, always when you aren’t looking.
  • He takes so many, that he soon becomes invested in his camera
  • You go and grab his face, putting your foreheads together so he can see your face.
  • “Pay attention to me.” You say before nipping his nose
  • V backs away from you instantly, his whole face pink as you laugh your ass off

Saeren

  • It takes you a while to convince him to go. 
  • You end up taking him to one of those “Escape the Room” places
  • Things jump out at you, and you scream and cling to him
  • Saeren…isn’t scared in the slightest, and since he isn’t used to being in a relationship, he kind of stays really far ahead of you.
  • “S-Saeren!: You call, terrified to move any further.
  • He hears the panic in your voice, and comes back instantly
  • “I’m sorry….I…I’m not used to this.
  • He picks you up and just kind of…walks out with you
  • You hear his heart beating really fast and you realize that he really is nervous being with you
  • He nearly drops you when you press a kiss to his chest
Supervision

Fandom: Love Live
Pairing: NozoEli
Summary: Arisa and Yukiho go on their first date; Eli and Nozomi follow them. AU-ish.
Notes: Written for the super cool, super funny, super great @qllvllp. I’m really happy I got to meet Dani! Everything she says makes me laugh, and she’s soo incredibly talented (have you seen those drawings she made on her phone??), and she’s such a fun and easy person to talk to, and I really, honestly respect her a lot! Oh, and we can’t forget that she’s also a local hero, god bless her translations. Happy birthday, Dani!! I hope you can relax a lot and eats tons of good food today!

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Nozomi hadn’t really known what to expect when Eli suddenly invited her out that lovely Saturday afternoon— well, no, actually, that was kind of a lie.

She had one-hundred percent been expecting something gay.

She just hadn’t thought that the gay would be for the younger Ayase.

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Project  Clean Up ( C.U) a.k.a See you 

So lately  I’ve been noticing that my lifestyle has been pretty crappy.
I missed so many days in school since I caught a cold 3 times in a row.
Another thing is that I’m always tired and out of energy even though I barely move. And if I do something its most of the time surfing on the internet.
Way too much time online while not really accomplishing anything. Thats gotta change quickly so I thought, why not making it a thing online?

Basically what this project is about:

  • Shut down from the online world and get real
  • Pimp your body up
  • Figure stuff out and get your shit together
  • sharpen your mind

Day A (Kick-off):

  • Throw out your smartphone.
    Not literally but today it is your challenge to keep that thing away. I know you smartass got a back up full of excuses why you have to use it but nah. I recommend the app off time ( you set your time and every app you choose will be blocked if your nasty hands dare to try open it). Most of us are straining their eyes too much by spending hours focusing on that teeny tiny lil screen. The eyes get dry and are less flexible and with the time your vision gets blurry. It won’t hurt to lessen your time online a bit.

  • Is it possible to whip out a cake out of no where?
    No. In order to bake a nice cake you first have to read the recipe. Pay attention to the amount of each ingredient. Make sure to use the right techniques so it won’t end up in a total mess. Double check by peeking at the instructions.
    You can’t skip a step.
    Now take out your planner/ journal or whatever you prefer and plan out the next weeks. Create small mindmaps for each big assignment you’ll have to deal with and split it up into smaller and smaller tasks. Your daily to-do lists are your recipe with the ingredients. The plan to have an overview over the weeks are your instructions. Be strict to yourself. I agree that there are mulitple different study techniques all over the place. And thats wonderful. However you are the one making the first step. So if you lack motivation and dedication its not going to work.

  • Set up a queue on your blog. It would be ideal if you could just cut out every ‘‘dangerous’‘ distraction.



Day B (add some more goals to spice it up):

  • Pick out one sports activity you want to do. Its totally fine if you’re just following a workout video in your own room. But get active. Move. Open the window and let some fresh air in. Take a walk early in the morning before starting your working session. It’s good for your heart and to get blood pumpin through your veins.

  • During this long period you can pick out a book you’ve been wanting to read and write down some random topics you’re interested in. At the evening or on the weekend you can watch a documentary about those topics while having a break. Its a nice option to rest a bit but still keeping your brain awake.

  • For these weeks pick out one or two things that you haven’t been practicing lately. Something you are really passionate about and something you want to improve in aside from studies or work.
    In my case its drawing and playing the piano.
    Maybe you haven’t been writing on your own stories lately? There’s a layer of dust on your chess board? Try it again. The emotions you experience while getting lost in something you love to do is as close to pure magic as it can get.


Now you can set your C.U. period. The rules are to keep your strict schedule. Use every minute wisely and give out your 100%.

As for me I am going to set it for 1 and a half month. The only reason why I would appear on tumblr is to post some pictures but other than that I really need a time out.

Healing time for body and mind

  • Set some goals in terms of eating as well. Tame your sweet tooth and your cravings for junk food a bit. The food is not going to run away. Since I did experience some phases with eating disorders (anorexia and binge eating) I can not stress enough how important it is to be aware about what you are giving and doing to your body. Reward your body with something fresh, something nutritious but also reward yourself with small snacks here and there. Moderation is the key.

  • Eat slowly. Take your time to chew properly. As soon as you do that most of you will catch yourself having the habit to swallow down everything faster than your brain can register.
    Drink an apropriate amount of water. Hydration will not only benefit your skin but also keep you energized through out the day.

  • Get enough sleep. That is the time your body can regenerate and prepare for the next day. Don’t turn the night into your day. It will damage your health more than most of you’d think. Even though I know a lot of you have sacrificed your sleep in order to study - don’t. Risking your health should never be an option.
    Set a time. 30 minutes before that clean up everything, pack things for the next day and start to cool down.

  • Take care of your skin/ hair etc. If you have accomplished many things at the end of the week you can stroll through some drug stores and buy some stuff if you like to. A nice shampoo. Try out a new cleanser. Get some face masks or essential oils. It is never wrong to have some me-time. For me it has rather proven to boost your motivation and the ability to focus.
    These pamper sessions are a great way to compensate stress and just as important as raw work.

You are capable of achieving so much more than you think so gear up and be the best possible version of yourself

twelvegardens  asked:

Request! Bellarke version of Jurassic Park/World. Basically, dinosaurs. Thank youuuuu!

ngl this is absolutely just dinosaur fluff


It’s hard not to think of the park as a dream job.

Which makes no sense, honestly; Bellamy has experience working in theme parks, and they’re usually basically the worst. Hours in the hot sun, shitty pay, and way more bodily fluids than he ever wanted to deal with. And Jurassic Park is no different, except for two things: much, much better pay and actual fucking dinosaurs.

It’s hard to argue with actual fucking dinosaurs. Plus, in addition to the generous pay, he gets free room and board. It’s on an isolated tropical island, sure, but his people come from isolated tropical islands. It’s in his blood. And he’s putting Octavia through college and then some.

Plus, again. Dinosaurs. He cannot emphasize how cool actual dinosaurs are.

He didn’t think he’d get to actually interact with them much, honestly. It’s not like dinosaur experts actually exist–the field is too new to have anyone studying it as anything other than paleontology–but he figured he’d have to have some kind of background in zoology or biology or at least animal husbandry. But, as it turns out, he has a knack for the work, and it’s not hard to get himself moved from running the cars that go on the Treetop Tour to doing live encounters in Herbivore Hour. He has to wear kind of a dorky hat, but aside from that, it’s actually the best fucking job ever, because he does presentations every hour on the half hour, generally for families with little kids, and he gets to care for the dinosaurs he works with.

Again: he works with actual dinosaurs. And it pays even better than operating the ride.

The only downside of the whole thing is that he is, at heart, a pessimist. And as such, it’s hard to believe that he’s not going to get eaten by an Allosaurus. But at least if that happens, he’s got a good life insurance policy. O will be taken care of.

And, as ways to die go, eaten by a dinosaur is at least awesome.

Keep reading

Bound and Broken

Note: Okay, this was the most the suggestive thing I have written up to date. I am still learning. Haha! Also posting this even though I have exams tomorrow (bad ass) in celebration of Ten’s win today!

Thank you, Anon-ie, for requesting this one! :D 

Pairing: Ten/ Y/N


i. prince

In a world where people no longer believed in fairy tales, you prided yourself for keeping faith. 

Many mocked you for your ideals but you didn’t care. It was not like your beliefs caused them harm anyway.

You believed that one day, your prince will come and sweep you off your feet.

Where the world gave kisses on first dates and hook-ups were common, you imagined your firsts to be romantic and special.

Still, you kept in mind to not judge others of their choices.

People had free will to do whatever they want. It was just that you wanted the favor returned.

However, as the years went by, your childhood fantasy, the innocent outlook you once had, got shattered.

You no longer dreamed of finding a prince.

There was a very slim chance of it ever happening.

Growing up, you learned that most guys seem to only want one thing. As if they were only dictated by their carnal needs.

There were times where you find yourself wondering if there was anyone worthy to bare your soul to.

You were quickly disappointed.

The world is not a fairy tale. 

So, you soon learned to tuck in your hopes when you grew up.

Grown-ups don’t believe in fairy tales.

Currently, you were drowning in idle chatter in a crowded bar.

But the heavy bass and the fast beat of music masked these talks which you consider shallow. Tips. Surfaces.

No one was brave enough to dive deep below.

Every one of your friends had something to say. Naturally, you fell into stagnant listening. Their words barely registered in your mind.

If anyone wanted a response, a stiff smile and an absent-minded nod was all they could get from you.

A sigh escaped your lips as you looked at your drink dyed red.

You were tired of shallow conversations.

Letting your eyes away from your friends and into the dance floor, your mind floated away.

‘Someone sweep me off my feet,’ you chanted in your head because that was what you needed.

Just a night to run away from reality.

Perhaps only to be woken up the next day.

You didn’t realize but the people on the dance floor parted to let a duo in.

Your eyes were instantly glued on them. Well, him.

He was like a magnet. He and his friend.

They walked over and talked to the bartender to order their drinks. You weren’t able to hear what it was, even though you were just a few feet away, because of the blaring music.

The two of them were opposites, at least their hair colors were.

His friend had snowy white hair while he had jet black.

Scanning his face, you noticed how dainty he looked which was a great contrast to the hard expression he had.

He was, as you would describe, a beautiful mixture of cute and manliness.

He was a prince.

Your prince.

Well, not literally. But he might as well be.

Even in the dim light, you saw how his eyes sparkled. It reflected hints of amusement as well as signs of wonder.

His nose was button-like, almost like an animated character’s.

And his lips. You swore you’ve never seen lips so plump, red, and kissable.

Watching him, you could feel his body itching to dance. As if he could not contain the overwhelming urge to do so.

He scanned his surroundings and you followed his gaze until it rested on you.

Your eyes met with his and a knowing smirk crossed his lips.

You smiled right back at him, batting your eyelashes.

Your prince has indeed come.

ii. swimming

You woke up sore but delightfully so from last night.

Ghosts of hands paying homage to your body were all you could remember. Goosebumps erupted along your skin at the memory.

You sat up on the bed, letting the sheets fall, leaving your upper body bare.

The once immaculate sheets were no longer. It was all crinkled from the adventure you had with him last night.

“Ten,” you whispered his name in the air, tasting it on your lips.

He was perfect.

Looking down at your exposed half, you saw how dots of red colored it.

You slightly lifted the sheet off your legs and saw how your thighs were decorated with his lip bites and kisses, too.

It made you smile.

You may have no longer believed in fairy tales but you still believed in love.

And you had just found yours.

The bed shifted and so did the sheets.

‘Ah.’

You remembered. Your prince was still with you, currently hogging all the sheets, leaving you with none.

Looking down at his back, you felt proud at how your long nails ran down the length of it, leaving red trail

You leaned closer to check his neck and smile when you saw the number of hickeys you left.

The urge to hug him after was something you could not stop. A surge of happiness rushed in you.

He groaned.

“Ten,” you whispered, pressing a kiss on his exposed neck.

“Hm?” Ten turned to face you. He hugged you back, pulling you closer.

“Wake up.”

In response, he slapped your behind.

You chuckled and said, “Getting naughty so early in the morning, are we?”

Only Ten’s light breathing came in as a reply. He had fallen asleep again.

“But I want to enjoy the beach.”

Ten moved so you were on top of him. Peeking one eye open, he smirked at the sight of your chest.

You felt him grow hard from underneath you.

“We can do that later,” Ten said as he sat up and kissed you.

He began to move from under you. A breathy moan escaped you as you closed your eyes, feeling full.

“Ten,” you said as you tried to focus.

However, the way Ten moved made you forget anything else.

“I want you now,” he whispered as he kissed you on the lips.

You let his tongue in and he explored and tasted you.

A few moments more and it was done.

By the end of it, you two were panting.

Slowly, a bright smile came on his lips.

“Shall we?”

“Yes!” You kissed him again on the lips, stood up to walk to the bathroom to prepare.

The heat of the sun beat down on you as you hit the beach. Even wearing a floppy white hat was not enough.

You wore a red bikini that made you stand out among all the other girls. All your other friends left you when they saw how you were so wrapped around Ten last night.

It was probably the best thing they had ever done for you.

At least, you got to spend the night with Ten.

An arm draped around your shoulders.

You spun around, only to be met with a kiss on the lips.

Ten broke the kiss then frowned at you.

“I hate it when guys stare at what’s mine.”

Your heart jumped at his words. Smirking, you pressed again a kiss on his lips.

“I am yours.”

The rest of the afternoon was spent basking in Ten’s attention.

The sun may have been relentless but the sea cooled you two down. You swam to your heart’s content, grateful of everything.

Other guys tried to hit on you, too, but Ten’s death glare sent them away. It warmed your heart how you felt safe in his arms, how he was never going to let you go.

The night, you two were all smiles as you had a quick dinner before retiring to bed early.

What happened the night before, all your precious memories, happened again.

When you lied in bed, spent, you wondered how everything had been perfect so far.

“Are you okay?”  Ten asked, pulling you closer to him.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent while placing tiny kisses along the way.

“I am.” You gripped on his hair tighter. “I wish I could stop time so I can live forever in this moment.”

That made Ten stop.

“Hm?” You placed his face in between your hands. “What’s wrong?”

You frowned at his sudden change of disposition. Just a moment ago, he had been sweet. Now, he looked unsure.

Instead of replying, Ten pulled you back closer to him so your naked chest pressed against his own.

“I wish I could, too,” he whispered against your hair.

Was that a hint of melancholy in his voice?

You furrowed your brows. You didn’t understand.

Ten sounded like someone who was about to wake up from a wonderful dream. You hoped this was not the one he was going to wake up from.

You were gripped with sudden fear.

“Come on, let’s sleep.” Ten’s voice sounded neutral, almost reassuring. “I’m tired.”

You nodded, even though your heart was not still.

Pressing your ear against his toned chest, you listened to his heart.

Each beat was like music to your ears, letting you be confident that this was real and that Ten was real.

Reality was finally better than fantasy.

You soon fell asleep, assured by his warm presence.

In the wee hours of the morning, you awoke with a jolt as a blast of cold air hit your body.

Your hazy mind got confused.

You fumbled around, searching for that familiar figure lying in bed with you. But there was none.

The empty space was all you could feel beside you.

And even in your half-asleep state, your eyes went wide in panic.

You sat up in bed, allowing the sheet to fall off your body.

Standing up, your feet hit the cold tiled floor.

Silence wrapped around you.

There was no sign of Ten.

Tears fell.

Spell broken.

Ten was gone.

iii. secret

It amazed you how you managed to go back to your routine after what had happened during your summer vacation.

Everything was back to what it was before.

As if nothing major happened.

As if you didn’t leave your heart back in the hands of Ten.

The guy who you thought was your prince, who you thought would fulfill your childhood fantasy, but then left abruptly.

Everyone of your friends wanted details, all in bold headline, but you kept mum.

You told no one except your best friend.

“Still not over him?” Her voice brought you back to the present.

Back to the reality where you and him does not exist.

You realized that you were spacing out, blankly staring by your front door. You had just gotten home from work.

Rolling your eyes at her, you denied it by saying, “What are you doing here?”

She had made it a habit of showing up unannounced.

She laughed. “Waiting for you to show you something.”

You sighed, took off your shoes, and left them on the shoe rack. Then you made your way to the couch where your best friend was sitting on.

“Scoot.”

“Just in time,” she said, almost unblinking. Her eyes were stuck on the monitor.

Pressing a button, she turned the volume louder.

What you almost saw made you choke on your own spit.

His picture flashed for just a mere seconds but its effect on your would last.

You finally understood the reason why you and he could never be.

His secret was out.

He was not your Thai prince.

He was  a member of a world-famous boyband.

He was Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul of NCT.


Note: This time, I tried to be poetic in prose. Sort of. Hope you guys liked it! At dahil d’yan, matutulog na ako~ Have a good night/day/afternoon!

Surprises! [Jack Maynard]

Warnings: none

Word Count: 659

Requested; yes, “can you do a Jack Maynard imagine please?” - Hethera101x

Jack Maynard is actually too precious for this world.

- Surprises sometimes really pay off.

“Me and Jack are going to a meeting today, we should be back about an hour after you’re due to get to our place,” Conor whispered down the phone, I nodded before realising that he couldn’t actually see me, causing a second of awkward silence. “So you can just make yourself at home but don’t make any mess so he doesn’t sense somebody has been there. I’ll text you when we’re walking towards the door so you can hide.”

“Okay Con, thank you!” I replied excitedly, smiling like a child at Christmas. “I’ll see you later,” and with that, I hung up before grabbing my vlogging camera to start my daily vlog for that day.

“Morning guys, it’s ten right now and I’m just on my way out to catch my train to London!” I shouted happily into the lens, “Conor and I have devised a plan so that I can go up there and surprise Jack today, he thinks we won’t see each other for a good few weeks still because of things that we’re doing and work so, I thought I’d go and surprise him! I’ll keep you updated through the day!” 

I was practically bouncing off of the walls, I couldn’t wait to see Jack again. Living a long distance relationship was definitely challenging at times, living a good four hours away from each other made it difficult to see each other all of the time with work commitments and me being at university still but it was all worth it, it meant the time we do get to spend together is even more special.

Slinging my bag over my shoulder and grabbing my small suitcase, I mentally checked I had everything before leaving my flat, excitement bubbling away in the pit of my stomach. Conor and I had planned it so I could spend five days over there as well as sorting out a colab together. Knowing that Jack was literally the only one who didn’t know also made it better, even though I’ve heard that both Joe and Oli have almost let it slip at least once. 

“Update: I’m on my train to Euston!” I pressed send to Conor before sticking my headphones in and grabbing my laptop as I knew I could use the four hour journey for editing as I didn’t know when I’d have time to edit all of my videos whilst with Jack.

The four hour journey seemed to pass pretty quickly and before I knew it, I was arriving into Euston. Conor had been texting me updates about the fact their meeting was finishing early so I now had an hour to get to their place which was halfway across London.

“We’re just coming up the the building now,” the message came just as I had unlocked the door. In a blind panic, I set up my camera so it showed the whole room before sitting down behind the counter and waited for the two to step through the door. 

“That was actually a great meeting,” Jack said before the door flung open and the two of them stepped into the living room. 

“SURPRISE!” I screamed as soon as the door was shut. Jack immediately turned around and gasped before opening his arms and I took the chance to run to him and hug him as tight as humanely possible. “I missed you,” I whispered before pressing my lips to his.

“I missed you too, I can’t believe you’re actually here!” 

“Well, here I am!” I laughed, pulling away from the embrace before taking my camera from where it was stood on the side. “GUYS, it worked! I’d like to thank Conor here for helping me out and Josh who always helped! But yes, I’m reunited with my favourite person!” 

“And I’m reunited with mine…Conor!” Jack shouted and I just rolled my eyes, all three of us just stood laughing. “Joking, love you!”

“I love you too, you goof.” 

A/N: so this is my first Jack Maynard imagine, honestly, I’m bursting with ideas so if you have any ideas, please request them!!