i meant to do this like two months ago

realizing you’re on the ace spectrum like

“I’d hit that.” “You… you don’t even know them though??”

“Oh come on, everyone has a list of celebrities they’d totally have sex with if they had a chance.” “Haha yeah ok” *internally* what

"Ya so like for the past few years I’ve felt zero attraction to people I wasn’t friends with first?? Lol what’s up with that”

Why did you have to have sex with them?? Couldn’t you just hold it?? Like pee??

“You’ll meet someone who makes you feel like that someday, don’t worry” “……sounds fake but ok”

“Sex is an important part of a relationship! Everyone has sexual needs!” “….sounds fake but ok”

“Dude that girl is so hot” “I know right?? Look at her fucking eyeliner. Goals. The fuck.” “No I meant like… look at that ass” “Are we looking at the same person are you really focussing on her ass look at how visually appealing her outfit is and dont you dare fuckin tell me that eyeliner isnt fierce as hell

“Aesthetic attraction and sexual attraction are two different things” *puzzle pieces vERY RAPIDLY FALLING INTO PLACE*

*staring at the ceiling at two-thirty in the morning* i could die a virgin and i would regret absolutely nothing

“What’s your ideal girl like?” “Uh… my best friend?” “Oh cute, you want your girlfriend to be the one who knows you best!” “No I meant I am literally only attracted to my best friend she is my ideal girl please help I am dying”

“We’ve been dating for six months and we still haven’t had sex!!” “Have you marathoned Star Wars together yet?” “Yeah we did that like two weeks ago” “Well what more do you want

*thinking about an attractive woman* *dissecting my entire personality and sexuality to figure out why I’m attracted to her this time* is it the muscles. Oh my god is this a sex thing. Oh my god what the hell is this. Oh my god what the fuck is the wtf the fuck the fUCK

*Next day* Zarya could punch me in the face while eating me out and I’d let her but only because she’s a fictional character and therefore could literally never do that

*writing fanfic* ONLY CLOSE FRIENDS HAVE SEX BC ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ELSE MAKES SENSE TO ME

(why is that tho. maybe i should look into that *doesnt look into it*)

“What do you find most attractive in a girl?” “Gotta love those strong emotional bonds” “No I meant like what’s a turn-on for you?” “DID I McFUCKING STUTTER”

*staring at the ceiling at two-thirty in the morning again* sexual attraction should be added to the cryptid wikia

“Yeah sex sounds like a great stress reliever and a nice way to strengthen the bonds between you and your partner(s)” “Well there’s more to it than that…” *The Arctic Monkey’s Do I Wanna Know starts playing in my head* “Haha ok buddy”

"There’s more to being ace than just not being interested in having sex or not feeling sexual attraction. In fact there’s a whole spectrum. You may even feel sexual attraction sometimes but still be ace. You can also be gay and ace at the same time.” “…bro.” “Also it’s totally normal.” *sobbing* “…bro. Bro there are words for it there’s an entire list oh my god-”

“-finally.”

Stage Door (Daveed x Reader)

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Summary: The whole “you see color when you touch your soulmate” deal. It’s fluff (and smut. There’s some in there).

A/N: Thank you thank you thank you for reading. You’re all too cool for me.


At least it was Friday. You just had to get through a day of work, then you could come home and binge-watch Netflix.  The entry level job you had been given was not challenging, and you spent a majority of your time reading or listening to music.  Though it was tedious it paid well, and you couldn’t complain about being able to make rent for once.  


“Your shirt and pants don’t match.”

You sighed.  Your cubicle-mate had recently met her soulmate, and every day for the past week she had criticized your choice of outfit.  

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s-implyperfect  asked:

Could you do 2 and 14 with Bucky? I love your writing!

14. “Take me home… please?”- Bucky Barnes

You’d been dating Michael for 9 months, and although your relationship wasn’t exactly perfect, you stuck by it. That’s why, when he began withdrawing from both you and your relationship, you just put in more effort. When he made some lame excuse for bailing on you last minute, you just blew it off and tried to rearrange whatever you were meant to be doing.

Sitting, alone, in the restaurant you couldn’t help but feel completely humiliated. Michael was meant to be here 2 hours ago, but was still yet to show. Pulling your phone out of your pocket and clicking on Michael’s contact. Letting the phone ring, you sucked in a sharp breath as the receiver clicked on, Michael’s slurred voice sounding in your ear.

“What?” He drawled, voice muffled by the sound of loud music in the background

“Michael? Where are you? You were meant to be here two hours ago?” You sighed, trying to keep your voice even as you spoke.

“I’m out, having fun for a change.” He laughed, the sounds of high pitched giggles and shrieks ringing in your ear.

“But… we had plans? Did you forget?” You murmured, trying to hold back the tears that sprung to your eyes.

“Probably! What does it matter? Not like it was anything important.” He slurred, his voice muffled as he turned his head away from the receiver.

“Michael, this is the third time this month… Do I even matter to you?” You sniffled, opening the door to the restaurant as the cold air ruffled through your clothes.

”No, not really.” He laughed, clearly preoccupied by whatever he was doing. Bringing your hand up to our mouth you held in a sob, adamant to not let him hear you break down.

“Fine.” You whispered, “Don’t bother coming home.”

Hanging up the phone, you lent back against the brick wall, letting your tears run down your cheeks. Scrolling through your phone you clicked on another contact, bringing the phone up to your ear.

“Hey… can you come and get me?” You whispered, voice shaky from your tears.

30 minutes later

Sitting on the curb, you curled your fingers in the fabric of your dress. Hearing the engine of a car, you looked up to be blinded by the beam of headlights. Pushing yourself off the ground, you brushed the dirt off your clothes as the sound of a car door shutting sounded in the background.

“Doll?” The familiar deep voice murmured, their hand cupping your cheek.

“Buck…” You sniffled, burying your face into his neck and letting the tears once again fall freely.

“It’s okay… shhh… I’m here.” Bucky whispered, arms wrapping around your middle and pulling you closer, “I’m gonna kick that crapbag’s ass.” He growled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

Shaking your head, you fisted your hands in his shirt. “Just… take me home… please?” You asked, E/C eyes peering up into his grey ones.

“Of course.” He murmured, arm still around your waist as he guided you to the car.

Your now ex-boyfriend may be a piece of shit, but at least you always knew you had one guy who had your back.

Prompt ListRequest a prompt!

I should have guessed this would happen
From the list of exes
From the fact that all the relationship break ups had been ‘their fault’
From the constant warnings from my friends
From the doubts I felt the entire time
But the longest I’d been with someone before him was one night
And it felt nice to finally be wanted

And I should have guessed this would happen
When I apologised for things that weren’t my fault
Again
And again
And let things go
Again
And again
Because it was easier than arguing
But I spent hours crying onto my friends as they told me they hated him
And that I could do so much better

And I should have guessed this would happen
When he chose to see people over me
But still assured me that I was his ‘babygirl’
Even though he kissed 2 girls because he ‘thought we’d broken up’
And I knew the whole time that he still texted his exes

And I should have guessed this would happen
Because it took him 6 months and a ‘break’ to make it official
But I just figured ‘this is better than being alone’ right
And it wasn’t like I had any other offers
So I made excuses for the fact that he made me cry more times than he made me smile
And that I expected to hear I’d been cheated on every time he left his house

And I should have guessed this would happen
Because I wrote this 4 months before we even broke up
And it was only two weeks ago that he told me he loved me for the first time
And it took me 9 days to say it back

And I should have guessed this would happen
When he asked if I would consider a breast enlargement
And  why I didn’t wear make up
And I found myself saying ‘aren’t you meant to love me whatever I look like’
Over and over

And I should have guessed this would happen
Because just 3 days ago he said
‘Do you prefer me to your friends?’
And I said ‘No; they’ll be there when we break up‘
And he laughed and called me pessimistic
Then cheated on me 36 hours later

But I never guessed this would happen
That a boy can call you beautiful on Friday morning as you wake up together
Knowing he’s had his naked limbs entwined with another girl’s
Last Saturday night

— 

‘I should have guessed, but I didn’t’ / vintage-kisses

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Finished the painting of Gansey, finally! Decided to put him up here with Ronan from a few months ago because they’re meant to sort of go together. Might do more of The Raven Cycle crew if I get the chance. I do have some other projects I need to focus on for awhile though. 

But anyways! Here’s Gansey laying in his cereal-box Henrietta on the floor of Monmouth at two in the morning. I really wanted to find a way to pose him like a dead king, and to show the importance of Henrietta (and the general area) to his quest and this seemed like the best way to do it. For the little town itself I made it a tiny bit bigger than I really picture it so I could easily fit Gansey in the streets, and I also made it only partially finished since it’s an always on-going project for him. There’s also a fair amount of little details scattered around the town, so be sure to full-view!

***BE SURE TO CLICK ON THE PICTURE TO VIEW IT, OTHERWISE TUMBLR MAKES IT LOOK LIKE SHIT. THANKS TUMBLR.***

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it’s like a step by step guide for how to feel bad.

anonymous asked:

Does the reason you went from being confident Charlotte is alive to being not so sure have to do with Mona? As in, Mona is Charlotte in disguise? And perhaps the real Mona is dead, as she was meant to be (in the books).

It has more to do with my changing theories and what we learn episode by episode- I’m not one to stay on one idea and never budge from it again. Just like with an actual mystery, your theories have to adapt with new information given, so that’s just what I do! My theories from a month or two ago, or even a week or two ago can look completely ludicrous to me now with new information. There are signs that she is alive, and there are signs that she’s dead- so really it could go either way? And that would be freaking amazing if that were to happen, if you go back to Charlotte’s funeral, someone we both love dearly runs out of the church like her hyper-adrenalized reality hair is on fire. So, I mean, it’s plausible! I had a theory a while ago (Lord help me I don’t remember the name) where I said Charlotte could’ve killed someone and assumed their identity with a mask… Mona would be an excellent choice in my opinion. Good job!

Chastity- sneak peek

Hi hi~~
Ok so this is the beginning of a fic I’ve been playing with but may/may not ever be finished/completed or published. 

Sooooo 
enjoy~~


The Vongola mansion was surprisingly still and eerily quiet this particular morning. It was a nice cloudy cool day. No fights, no arguments, no unneeded damages.

The guardians for once all sat together, eating their breakfast quietly, enjoying the rare moment of serene pea-

“DAME- TSUUNAAAAAA I’M GOING TO FUCKING MURDER YOU!!!”

All the guardians paled. Then turned to stare at their boss, still calmly consuming his eggs on toast. They had never heard the hitman like this before. Yes he had been mad before, many times in fact. But that anger was always in chilling low tones, that made them wish they were swimming in the arctic with just their underwear instead. It was like the silence of a snake waiting to sink it’s torturous poison into their flesh. Slow, calm, deadly. 

Never had he ever raised his voice to the point that it echoed across the halls. And everyone had to wonder what the brunette must have done to incur such wrath.

Of course they didn’t have to wonder long as loud furious footsteps were heard till the door to the dining room slammed harshly open, revealing a slightly out of breath but enraged nineteen year old ex-Sun Arcobaleno. 

“Tsunayoshi Sawada.” He growled seething, black obsidian promising murder and a fate worse than death. Even Mukuro felt his usual amused smirk falter and pale. Tsuna however seemed to pay no notice to the palpable anger of the hitman, still nibbling on his toast before turning to said man with a smile that failed to reach his eyes. Gokudera and Yamamoto who were sitting right next to him subconsciously shifted away.

“Good morning Reborn, did you have a pleasant… surprise?”

It was faint but there was a small twitch in the older man’s eyes, more than a few were really afraid the hitman was actually going to snap. Well it had been nice knowing their boss. How long has it been, about ten, no, twelve years now?

“Take. It. Off.” Reborn grounded out, the words almost crushed by the weight of restrained wrath. 

Tsuna looked thoughtful as he sipped his delicious coffee before grinning sadistically. 

“No.”

The hitman was ready to lunge at the Vongola Decimo still happily drinking his tea when to his surprise and irritation he felt seven pairs of arms restraining him. 

“Reborn-san! Please calm yourself! I’m sure if you and Tenth just talk it o-” Gokudera began pleading only to be cut off by a harsh snarl.

NO. This is far past talking now.” There was a glint of madness in those black eyes, just waiting to overflow and kill them all right where they stood.

Kufufu, just what on earth did the bunny do?” The male counterpart of the Mist Guardians asked curiously as he was slowly dragged on the floor by a certain raging hitman’s left leg.

“That goddamn idiota-” Reborn began slowly, darkly, like he was taking his time in shredding the words to pieces, “-fucking chained me up!”

There was a silence after that. Then wordlessly Ryohei pulled up the man’s right sleeve he had been clinging onto before, declaring bluntly, “I EXTREMELY don’t see no chains.”

The brunette added a spoonful of sugar into his coffee absentmindedly as he replied rather nonchalantly, “It’s not somewhere you can see.”

All his guardians stiffened and stared at their boss who just smiled that unnerving smile.

“You don’t mean…” Yamamoto began slowly, the smile long gone from his face.

The growl from a certain hitman only confirmed their disturbing suspicions.

“Hibari I suggest you stop staring at my groin or I will rip out your retinas and stuff them up your stupid boyfriend’s ass.”

The skylark grunted but quickly complied. Mukuro was extremely grateful. Reborn did not give two shits. His anger again refocused on his own lover.

“Now Tsuna if you take this off now I will be extremely generous and let this off as a very, very bad joke you pulled.”

The brunette smirked triumphantly at the offer. “No dice Reborn. This is a punishment after all.”

The hitman’s anger faltered, replaced by slight confusion, then stoned his expression. 

“I don’t remember doing anything to incur any sort of punishment to this degree.”

Apparently that was not the correct answer.

The Vongola Decimo’s serene, graceful features contorted into deep barely restrained anger, eyes burning a blazing orange that threatened to destroy all in its vindictive path. “Don’t remember Reborn?! Don’t remEMBER?! WELL LET ME HAVE THE FUCKING HONOURS TO REFRESH YOUR SHITTY MEMORY THEN-”

At was at that moment Lambo chose to escape, no one stopped him, they were too fucking scared to even tear their gaze away from the train wreck happening before them. It also helped that it was becoming increasingly obvious that the conversation was going to head down a path not meant for their youngest guardian’s ears.

“-REMEMBER LAST MONTH WHEN YOU SCREWED ME SEVEN TIMES IN ONE NIGHT?!”

Yep. Definitely not meant for their youngest guardian’s ears. 

Actually Gokudera looked like he was close to a stroke. Reborn however smirked, obviously proud of that moment.

“I do not see your point.“

“WHAT ABOUT TWO WEEKS AGO WHEN YOU REPLACED MY CLOSET WITH CLOTHES THAT EVEN A HOOKER WOULDN’T WEAR?!”

“Now that wasn’t that bad.”

“MY MOTHER VISITED THAT WEEK YOU BASTARD.”

Reborn winced. That had been… an unexpected visit indeed.

“OR MAYBE A FEW NIGHTS AGO WHEN YOU PRACTICALLY HUMPED ME ON EVERY SURFACE IN THE MAIN KITCHEN?”

All the guardians still present paled, even Mukuro looked a bit sick. They eat food cooked from that kitchen!

“Ok so maybe that crossed the line a bit but-“

“A BIT?! YOU HAVE BEEN HORNY 24/7 REBORN AND ME, THE CLEANING CREW AND NOW THE CHEFS ARE SICK OF IT!”

Everyone just stared dumbly at their raging boss. All immensely uncomfortable just being there. Actually they were feeling uncomfortable just existing at this point. Fellow guardians choosing to be fascinated by the ceiling, the floors or the wall closest to their vision, anything to try and ignore the argument before them.

Yamamoto, ever the peacemaker tried to give a reassuring grin. “Maa maa Tsuna, don’t you think the punishment is a little harsh not to mention… unusual? I’m sure Reborn’s learnt his lesson now, maybe you should take it off?”

The Rain Guardian of Vongola flinched as the fiery intense gaze was now boring into his being. If those vivid orange eyes glared at him any harder Yamamoto was sure he’ll combust. Then suddenly the fire died down, the anger was still palpable but instead of a roaring forest fire it had gone down to a burning simmer. For a brief, hope filled, beautiful moment all thought they were finally in the clear.

Then he smiled.

And the room dropped to a spine chilling degree.

“Oh Yamamoto,” Tsuna laughed softly, it held none of it’s usual warmth and affection though. If anything the out of place laughter made the whole situation so much more terrifying. “You and your jokes.”

Sadistic amusement twinkled in brown orange orbs. Reborn hated the fact he knew just exactly where the brunette had picked it up from. The hitman did not deny that the moment he saw that all too familiar glint his stomach dropped and a feeling of foreboding hit him like a bag of bricks. Personally he’d rather the bag of bricks to his current dilemma.

"No, see, Reborn is much too stubborn to have learnt his lesson in just one morning." 

Another giggle. It was eerie. "However if he truly apologises and repents for his previous actions then I promise to take it off.”

The guardians gaped. The hitman silently fumed. 

There were many certainties in the Vongola family; Gokudera would always be incredibly protective of his boss, Mukuro and Hibari will always fight, no one ever approaches Tsuna before his second cup of morning coffee unless absolutely necessary. 

And possibly the most important and stubborn of them all- Reborn does. not. apologise.

The brunette knew this better than anyone, though he merely smiled a sickly sweet obviously fake smile at his furious lover. “I see.” Caramel brown flashed vibrant orange for a split second indicating that the all-knowing hyper intuition had flared. “Well then,” Tsuna nodded dismissively at his guardians and lover as he picked up his cup to drink from. “Have a pleasant morning. Now if you excuse me, I have a nice cup of coffee that needs drinking and paperwork to be filed.”

  • Theo Nott: We got a problem. [They look over at Draco and Pansy talking]
  • Blaise Zabini: Granger, what did you do?
  • Hermione Granger: Look, they're fine. They're just talking.
  • Blaise Zabini: No, not fine.
  • Theo Nott: No, no, no. With Pansy, he is not fine. Okay, he ran into her at a party two months ago, then owled me a ten page letter about what she meant when she said 'I'll see you soon'.
  • Blaise Zabini: She will flirt with until she knows she can have him. It's like he's her back up plan.
  • Hermione Granger: I didn't know that.
  • Blaise Zabini: You wanna live with Draco when he's not showering and crying all day?
  • Theo Nott: Yeah, it sounds like this. [Imitates Draco crying]
  • Blaise Zabini: You ever heard a grown man sob listening to Celestina Warbeck?

About two months ago my computer science teacher literally stopped coming to work. Like one day she just didn’t come in any more.
So I suppose the rest of the school didn’t know what to do about it so we’ve just been having cover teachers and playing online games because apparently they can’t find us any work that we haven’t done.
Apparently, we were meant to be getting a new teacher today- not that we did.
I’m pretty sure I’m gonna end up failing my computer science GCSE because of how little I’m actually learning.

I just hope that when my new teacher turns up they’ll actually be a good teacher.

When the time’s right.

Word count: 1095

A/N: This was inspired by a post on twitter by @bakedbrotatoes that says:

-Does it have apples in it?

-No

-What about pine?

-No pine either.

-Perfect, we’ll call it a pineapple.


I laughed so hard at this and then I thought of Stiles rambling this to Derek and this happened. Enjoy 1k words of weirdness that I don’t even know why I wrote, but it’s the only thing I’ve finished in the last three months so.


Derek hasn’t done something like this in a long time and frankly he’s a bit nervous. His hands tremble as he unbuttons Stiles’s shirt, his bottom lip quivers when Stiles goes to do the same to him.

They’d met at a bar only two hours ago and things progressed until they ended up back at Derek’s apartment. Laura had made him go to the bar, saying he needed to ‘get back in the game’ and he knew she meant well but he hadn’t wanted to go, but then he met Stiles and he’d been glad he stayed.

He likes Stiles, in the short time that they’ve known each other Derek has grown to like the man’s company, that’s what drove him to invite Stiles back to his place. He hadn’t had the thought that sex would be implied in his invitation at the time but as soon as he and Stiles got inside Stiles had pressed him up against the door and kissed him with intent and it wasn’t that Derek wasn’t game, it’s just that he hadn’t expected sex when he’d asked Stiles to come over.

They’d kissed and licked their way into Derek’s room and although he really likes kissing Stiles and would really love to see the man naked soon, he’s not ready for that yet, they just met and it’s been awhile since he’s been with someone and he just doesn’t think he’s ready.

The hard part is having to tell Stiles that because he doesn’t want Stiles to think that Derek was leading him on, and he really would like to continue their relationship and see where it goes, he just doesn’t want Stiles to get the wrong impression of him.

Stiles pushes him down on the bed and Derek falls and gets a view of Stiles that completely stops his train of thought.

Stiles’s hair is messier than it was before Derek’s hands attacked it and his lips are kiss swollen and pink, his clothes are in disarray and he looks thoroughly debauched. He gets a ego boost seeing Stiles look at him like Derek’s the sexiest thing he’s ever seen and he feels pride swell in him knowing he made Stiles look this debauched.

Stiles crawls on top of him, his bottom rubbing Derek’s erection and just like that all Derek’s doubts are back. Stiles has kept up a steady string of chatter since they’ve met but since they’ve been at Derek’s apartment he’s been quiet, until now.

“My safe word is pineapples,” He blurts like he’s trying to find words to say, it catches Derek off guard and makes him wonder what Stiles thinks he’s going to do to him.

“Funny things pineapples are. They aren’t made of pine, they aren’t made of apples, but they’re called pine apples. They are no similarities between apples, pine and pine apples, so why name them pineapples? I wonder who came up with the name pineapples for a fruit that has no common denominator with pine or apples.” Stiles says, he slides off Derek’s lap and onto the bed beside him, laying on his back but head facing Derek as he takes a breath, something Derek knows already, to mean he’s about to talk, a lot.

“Actually I find myself thinking about who named a lot of things, you know? Like who came up with the name hamburgers when they come from cows but ham is associated with pig? And like, I wonder what things would be named if someone from before our time had named them. Like, what would you name a hamburger, since hamburger doesn’t make sense?” Stiles asks him.

“I don’t know, beef burger?” Derek answers, glad that Stiles got derailed from the sex train and Derek doesn’t have to let him down easy.

Stiles laughs, a bright and happy sound that makes Derek laugh too.

“A Beef burger,” Stiles mimics through his laughter. “But you see why it’s so funny?” Stiles asks, once he stops laughing. “It’s because you’ve gotten so used to calling it hamburger and never knowing why so when you try to call it something else it sounds funny, even when that something is more logical than the original. I think people along time ago, thought that it’d be funny to name things stupidly and see if the name would catch on and then when they did they just sat back laughing at us for being so stupid.” Stiles says. He’s stopped from saying anymore by his phone ringing.

“It’s my friend Lydia, I have to take this,” He gets out of bed, standing on the outside of the room and Derek wants to tell him that he’s still going to be able to hear his conversation since it’s a very small apartment with not much in it and things seem to echo but doesn’t get the chance before Stiles picks up the phone.

“Hey, Lyd’s. Yes I’m fine. No! He’s not a serial killer, no matter what his eyebrows look like. No, we haven’t. No, I just don’t think he’s into that yet. It’s was written on his face, and I really like him so I changed the subject. Pineapples. Yes, only me, hardy har har, I’m hanging up now. Laugh all you want to. Bye,” He hangs up the phone, sticking his tongue out at it before he heads back into the room and Derek hides his face into his pillow to hide his blush.

Stiles could see that he didn’t want to have sex. That’s embarrassing, but at the same time, Stiles likes him enough to where he doesn’t mind. That makes Derek really happy. He comes out from his hiding space in the pillow when Stiles gets in bed again, and leans over and kisses him, there’s no intent behind the kiss just sweet and grateful.

“Okay, where was I? Oh right stupid names,” He starts up right where he left off, naming things that have stupid names and Derek puts in things every few minutes and he’s happy where he is.

Stiles falls asleep hours later, their talk on stupid names having evolved into other conversation and he fell asleep while comparing the Harry Potter books to the movies. Derek watches the man sleep, mouth open and eyelashes creating shadows on his cheeks from Derek’s bedside lamp, and he can’t help but think that pretty soon he’ll be ready, and not just for sex, but for everything else that comes with committing yourself to a person, because Stiles is a person Derek feels that he could commit to.


I’ve been MIA for a while, and this is the first original post I’ve posted in a long time so this is like a I’m back story too. Hope you enjoyed!!

Riarkle: The Real First Kiss (Rated T)

Note: In this fic Lucaya are dating, Smarkle and Rucas have broken up and Riarlie are just friends

Edit: The gang are in Softmore year, sorry for the confusion! Texas also never happened in this AU.


“You gonna be okay?” Maya asked worryingly as she was about to climb out the bay window, she was prepared to cancel the whole date with Huckleberry in that moment. Riley knew that if she showed even the slightest hint of being lonely to her selfless best friend, that would be the result.

The brunette put on her most Riley-like smile “You crazy kids have fun!”

The golden haired girl bit her lip excitedly and slipped out the window in an almost girlish fashion.

“But not too much fun!” Riley called out teasingly, being met with a playful shove back into the bay window seat, making her chuckle to herself.

Riley sighed at how different things had been a few months ago. She had been in love with the idea of love, the idea of Lucas more like. He’d never looked at her the way he looked at Maya, never made the first move, and never whole-heartily meant what he said, a certain blonde beauty was always on his mind. Things had changed yes, but they’d changed for the better.

At seven in the evening, the teenager was so tired that she flopped herself down on her bed whilst still in her dungarees, letting the stress on the day leave her as she entered Rileytown.

“Riley?”

She woke up to see a shadowy figure half in and half out of the window ledge, normally she would have been scared, but the voice she knew all too well kept her calm.

“Farkle?” she yawned groggily, sitting up to greet him and check the time, she’d been asleep for nearly an hour “What are you doing here?” she smiled slightly, she always did when she saw him.

“I came to check on you” he jumped down from the window seat and turned on the light before he made his way to the ledge of her bed. “You know, with…Maya gone and all…” he trailed off, not wanting to say anymore.

Farkle, unbelievably, was still concerned about her feelings for Lucas and whether she was hurt at all. After all this time! Nothing she could say to him could convince him that she was one hundred percent okay, he couldn’t help but fret over her.

“Farkle!” she groaned, intensely irritated “How many times do I -”

“Riley, you don’t have to pretend with me - “

“But I’m not pretending!” Riley almost yelled, making a conscious effort to keep her voice down. She made him look up “Do I look upset? No. Farkle…” Riley sighed “Lucas and I were never meant to be, we broke up months ago, how can you think I’m still upset? I was never even in love with him, not like…” Riley trailed off, exasperated.

Yet, Farkle remained unconvinced, he still looked as troubled as ever. By now the two were so close they could feel one another exhale in defeat. They pondered there in five minutes of silence, not awkward at all, but serene, it felt…right. Riley’s heart began to beat faster and her breathing quickened at a noticeable pace at having him so near to her. An unknown part of her was yearning for him to be closer. Farkle opened his mouth and at once Riley knew he was going to ask her how she was again, she had to stop him.

“Kiss me?” The words left her lips before her mind had a moment to think them up, but she wasn’t nervous, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to say.

“What?” Alert as ever, Farkle’s azure eyes whipped up to meet Riley’s in a state of shock, yet he immediately softened. Looking into her chocolate orbs was where he had always felt most secure, she was his brown eyed girl, soft and warm and gentle, his buzzing mind stopped.

“Kiss me.” This time the words left Riley’s mouth clear and confident. This was the difference with Farkle and Lucas. With Lucas, she always felt so awkward, not knowing what to say next. They had been like two well kept dolls in a playhouse, they acted as the perfect couple, smiled and the right times, never fought and never said a bad word. But there was no passion, no feelings beyond that of puppy-love, the two too blinded by the idea of one another to discover how they truly felt. But there was one thing at this moment which Riley was positively certain. She had never felt for Lucas what she was feeling right now, this strong desire, this burning longing inside of her stomach.

Farkle had to blink a few times to fully process what the angel in front of him was saying. His face remained blank, his jaw slightly slack.

“Y-you don’t want to kiss me?” Riley tilted her head in a joking manner, giggling at his expression, hiding her slight worry that perhaps what she just said held truth to it.

Farkle choked at that, how could she be so blind? He wanted to kiss her more than anything else. But he wanted her to want it as much as him.

“D-do you want me to, R-riley?” Farkle stuttered slightly, colour rising in his cheeks as he tucked a loose strand behind her ear, his voice low and utterly serious. “I need to know, do you want this?”

Riley was taken aback by his sudden tone, only able to nod twice in response, before Farkle took her lips in his fiercely, shocking a gasping Riley into submission.

Farkle kept his weight off of her with his two hands placed strategically beside her shoulders as he leant over onto her body, capturing her lips with each determined movement. Riley lifted her head to allow him easier access and his right hand moved to support her back, her trembling hands clung to his T-shirt for leverage as his passionate kissing became more vigorous, almost possessive, as if he’d been waiting for this moment for a very long time indeed and planned to take his own time in turn. His tongue traced her lower lip and Riley let out a soft moan, the sound was music to Farkle’s ears and only spurred him on, prompting him to gently bite down on her pillowy bottom lip, leaving the girl gasping at the new and sudden sensation.

Farkle snapped out a little of his powerful desire, noting how utterly pure and delicate his Riley was. He grazed her neck and jawline before lifting his head and planted a softer kiss on her lips, a second, a third. The two were both panting, flushed and a little bashful after the exchange. Farkle, completely ashamed of his uncommon lack of control after realizing what he’d done.

“Darli - Riley?” he corrected himself “Are you okay?” he cradled her face in his hands, totally alarmed.

Riley didn’t know what she had been expecting, certainly not for Farkle to lean over onto her and kiss her with such passion, the childish pecks and caresses she once shared with Lucas seemed all too insignificant, far too pure and innocent compared to…this

“I-I’m fine…” she whispered, still dazed as a worried Farkle held her. “Farkle…“

“Well, hello!

The two jumped from one another and turned to see none other than Maya Hart, legs folded and grinning from ear to ear.

“Peaches!” Riley squealed nervously, trying her hardest to not make her expression look completely terrified, her voice abnormally high.

“Hey, honey” Maya was grinning for ear to ear and wagging her fingers in greeting, enjoying the spectacle on Riley’s bed immensely

“I came back early to see how you were, but…ah, it seems you’re otherwise engaged?” she questioned innocently. Oh yes, Maya was enjoying this a great deal.

At this point, both Farkle and Riley were both beetroot red.

“Maya, I - “ Farkle began to explain himself, scrabbling up onto his feet.

“Oh, I think you should keep quiet Farkle, don’t you? Riley’s daddy is next door after all…wouldn’t wanna wake him up now would we?”

At the mention of Mr Matthews, Farkle gulped.

“I thought so…now run along, Riley and I have a little catching up to do” Maya wiggled her eyebrows at an utterly gobsmacked Riley.

Farkle was extremely reluctant to go, but when Riley looked to him with pleading eyes he kissed her sweaty forehead and unwillingly made his leave out the window, looking back as if it pained him to do so.

“Now honeybunch…” Maya began to speak in her 1950s accent “What on earth could my lil’ Riley have been doin’ whilst I was away? What did she do, what did she do?”

“I was most certainly nowhere with no one, doin’ nothin’ with nobody.” Riley, still as a statue, tried hard to keep her face expressionless as she avoided Maya’s gaze.

“You don’t wanna tell me, Riles?” Maya slyly put her hands behind her head and rested herself down on the bed with a knowing smirk.  “That’s okay. We got all night”

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  • 24 - how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?

€70,60

  • 64 - Favorite dipping sauce? 

I actually had to google “dipping sauce” because I didn’t know what that meant :’) I like simple foods generally so that goes for sauces as well. My favorite would just be aioli (but I mostly do without the garlic and just use olive oil and salt). I also like tzaziki

  • 70 - what was the last concert you saw? 

It was a Florence and The Machine concert two years ago and it was amazing ♥ but I’ve also seen many classical music concerts since then and the last one was about a month ago

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My message cut off earlier?

So in the response to the support I’ve gotten I meant to do it all in the one reply, but apparently it cut off
The short of it is that the person I’ve dated for two years broke up with me a while ago but essentially kept me on the line for months. As a result, we had a fight a few days ago, and he blames me for his friends running away and hates me now basically
I crashed. I really still can’t feel a thing
I’ve just been really sad all day and I can’t focus on anything but like I said, your love and support is everything. Thank you all so much.

51 (Wonho)

Originally posted by wonhontology

Plot: a continuation of drabble prompt #51 (read here

Length: 1,617 words

Genre: Angst

*A/N: Finally got the inspiration to write a little something! Hope you guys like it!

“Look, we understand you and Wonho have been together for a long time…”

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You’re My Heaven

SPN Writing Challenge | @jinglymisha​ (sparksflycastiel) vs. @baethazar
prompt: tour guide 
pairing: destiel
word count: 1,214
tags: mentions of death

summary: Dean was used to dying. He had done it before. When he discovers his favorite angel waiting for him in heaven, however, he thinks maybe death won’t be so bad this time. 

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Dean was good at dying. He had done it enough times to know how it goes. But just because you’re good at something doesn’t mean you like it. Dean didn’t enjoy dying. Thankfully, this time it was quick – blink and you might miss it quick. That’s how Dean preferred it; he didn’t like some long drawn out show. Dead is dead. No need to waste theatrics getting there.

When Dean first opened his eyes, he wasn’t entirely sure he was dead. He saw a blue sky with clouds above him. When he turned his head, green grass tickled his face. In the distance, a white picket fence sat with a rustic looking cottage behind it. Nothing too out of the ordinary.

What really clued him into his deceased state of being was the man standing directly above him.  

“Cas.” Dean gasped.

“Hello, Dean.”

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Cheater (Luke)

If people like this I was thinking of making it into a series with a few parts. I’m not sure though… Anyway, I changed it a little from the original request but it’s vaguely similar! So if you want more parts please ask me and I’ll write them. Please enjoy :-) 

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 "Where have you been?“ You shout immediately as your husband closes the door. He’s back late. Again. He sighs and pushes his hair out of his face, an exasperated look on his face. “Recording dragged on a bit.” He mutters and slips out of his shoes. “Really? Because I texted Michael and he said you all left two hours ago!” You end up shouting as tears of hurt prickle your eyes. “I just need to know, are you cheating on me?” You ask the question that’s been haunting you the past few weeks. 

 Calum stops in his tracks and looks up at your hurt face. “I would never do that! God, Y/N, we’re married for crying out loud. Why can’t you trust that I was writing songs?” His voice is loud and you roll your eyes. “Because the others said you all left two hours ago and you’ve been late home everyday for the past month. What am I meant to think?” A tear leaks out of your eye as Calum gets a pained look on his face. 

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