i really like this guy okay


“There were these four foreign teenagers who came and sat in the very front row on a double date. There were two guys and two girls in the middle of them. Just really no concept of what it means to come to a Broadway show - just full conversations across each other, pointing at me and making comments about me. I tried to find all these sorts of times throughout the first act to glare at them and try to give them like a telepathic like "Please just shut your mouths” and it just really, it really just egged them on. They were like “He’s looking at us! He’s looking!” and I was like “Okay, no, that’s the opposite of the reaction I wanted.” And so, um, I kept trying to figure out how to get these people to just be quiet and so at the end of the first act, I get to come all the way to the lip of the stage and I give this sort of nervous speech with these notecards and I’m like right in front of them and they’re literally right there and I’m right up at the end of the stage…” (*)


Originally posted by 13reasons-13truths

Pairing: Justin Foley x Reader

Request: “44 – Justin Foley”


44. “I’m just stating the truth.”

Word count: 1.230

Posted: 23rd of May 2017

A/N: I wrote another Justin imagine! I seriously wrote this during my Maths class and I hope that you like it. I know that I said that I might’ve posted two imagines tonight, but I remembered that I had a test and a homework for tomorrow, so I will be posting the Zach imagine some other time. I am sorry, guys, but I am really trying my best to post something.
Anyways, being serious now, I heard the horrible things that happened today and I am really praying for the world. What the hell is happening in this place that we’re living in? Like for real? Keep safe, guys. Please take care, okay?

P.S.: I know that it’s been a millionth time that I am saying this, but I still don’t accept part 2 requests for my prompt imagines. I am sorry to disappoint you, but I want to finish my requests first. Sorry.

- G. x

Link: Prompt list

Warning: (Y/L/N) is Your Last Name and use of some bad words

“Hey beautiful!” You heard a very familiar and vexing voice as you were getting some of your notebooks from your locker. You were throwing them carelessly in your backpack, since you were already late for your History class.

“Foley!” You were in a hurry, even though your best friend, Kat, was covering you up from Coach Patrick. “Are you skipping your classes again?” You harshly stuffed the last books in your bag and you slammed your locker door loudly, causing an echo to be heard along the empty and quiet hallway.

“Well,” He flashed you his cheekiest grin and you rolled your eyes before starting to walk towards your classroom. “why should I arrive in time when I can go to class with a pretty lady?”

You found his behaviour miffing and disturbing. Maybe because you weren’t that close, but he was acting as if you were, or maybe because he was a jock and you hated jocks. There weren’t any real reasons why, jocks were just automatically assholes and bastards.

“Shut your damn fake compliments off,” You snapped at him, completely not minding his real intentions. “we’re not even close.”

“Period week?” He teased you as he noticed your cynical and indescribable mood.

“No, Foley!” You nudged him sharply, making him whine for the pain a little bit. “It’s like nine in the morning and you would sweet talk to me as if it was not a big deal.”

“Damn it!” He exclaimed, still bearing with the pain that you caused him. “Your ex-boyfriend, Montgomery, was right. You are hard to get,” He blurted out, revealing his real intentions. He was trying to have a date night with you. “but, don’t worry, I am adventurous and I can bear with it.”

“Foley, what’s your damn point here?” You suddenly stopped on walking, taking your conversation with the guy seriously. You glanced at the wall clock that was hung near the department’s office to check the time. You were beyond late, but you just shook everything off.

“First of all, I want to let you know that you are beautiful.” He complimented you, while he caressed your soft and smooth cheek. He smiled widely at you and you couldn’t deny that Justin was a good-looking guy too. “And, second, I wou-”

He was cute, but it didn’t mean that you would let yourself in his sycophant attitude. “You would like to get in my pants.” You stated, obnoxiously underestimating the kindness that he was showing to you. You didn’t know him and you were surely judging him.

“Huh? What the hell are you talking about?” His smile dropped and his eyes widened. He showed, via his emotions, that you obviously mistook his intentions. “I just wanted a simple movie date tonight.”

“Jocks are all the same, my dear Justin. They play with your feelings as if love is a sort of a game, just like basketball or baseball,” You proudly stated your opinion as you thought of your ex-boyfriend. “it doesn’t matter.”

Montgomery surely traumatized you with your previous relationship. He was your everything, the knight in shining armour, the perfect one, until someone told you that you were just a bet and he just wanted to have sex with you. He never confirmed it, but he never denied it either. He was an asshole for making you cry and, since then, your thoughts about jocks has changed, obviously not for the better, but for the latter: the worse.

“Not me, (Y/N)!” Justin slightly shouted and you gave him another nudge, a little bit gentler this time. “I am different.” You rolled your eyes as you looked into his greenish blue orbs. You tried to search for the lies that sailed across his gloomy eyes by observing them.

“Foley, just fuck off!” You pushed him away and you started to walk towards your classroom once again. You hurt him, his feelings, and you somehow felt guilty, because he wasn’t doing anything wrong to you, but you had to shield and protect your heart this time.

“C’mon, please give me a chance.” He desperately pleaded as he tried to catch your feet’s rhythm. He carefully grabbed your forearm to stop you from walking and he gently let you face him. “I am not an asshole jock, the stereotypical jock. I will show you the real Justin Foley and there won’t be any asshole friends between us.” He explained seriously as if it was his last chance to convince you. You looked at him with pity in your eyes and you could tell that he was afraid to be rejected.

“You were already being a kiss-ass, Mr. Foley.” You annoyingly said to him, still not letting your heart in. You observed Justin’s desperate facial expression and you questioned yourself if he was really saying the truth or he was just a great actor: you would’ve surely chose the second choice.

“I wasn’t, Ms. (Y/L/N). You are really beautiful, an angel sent from above and that explains your angelic smile and voice.” The hallway was flooded by his praises and you drowned in his compliments. This time, you couldn’t help but hide a little smile. You were absolutely flattered that someone considered you in that way.

“Fine, fine!” You sighed as you finally let yourself in. You wanted to test him and he had to prove that he was really worth your time and love. After all, you just had to swallow the pride that Montgomery taught you to have when you left him. “I am going on a movie night with you and I am giving you a chance.”

“Jesus Christ, really?” His dilated eyes widened in excitement and he couldn’t believe that you finally confirmed the date that he was asking for. You decided to give him a chance and you secretly wished that he wouldn’t waste it.

“Oh, shut up!” You softly giggled as you shook your head in disbelief. He didn’t win the lottery, did he? You didn’t think so, but his joy and happiness was overflowing. Did he really care that much for you?

“Sorry, I’m just excited.” He excused himself and he kept his wide smile, still showing his spilling over excitement. “So, it’s a yes?”

“Yes, Justin!” You smiled at him and you had to admit that he was adorable and cute. “Just stop being an apple-polisher and don’t mess everything up.”

“I wasn’t being an apple-polisher,” He playfully pouted, pretending to be offended. You somehow built a certain atmosphere between the two of you and you honestly loved it. “I’m just stating the truth.

“Of course, you are,” You said sarcastically while rolling your eyes and you dishevelled his hair by running your hands through it. “flatterer!” You both let out some soft chuckles as you both noticed the calm relationship that you were creating.

You still hated the jocks and Justin was still a flatterer, but it was surely nice and pleasant to hear some compliments from other people. You also enjoyed his company during the movie night at Crestmont’s movie theatre, but you enjoyed his company even more by doing the extra homework that Coach Patrick assigned to you as you both arrived late in one of his most important lessons.

Sorry to Coach Patrick, but you and Justin weren’t really sorry for arriving late and for missing half of his boring explanations.

okay i’m not a fan of taylor swift, i don’t like her music and i don’t care about her beefs but honestly, it’s been a long time since i’ve seen so many people literally JUMP at the opportunity (katy’s carpool karaoke) to insult her and “drag” her without hearing the other side of the story. specially when the opportunity comes from someone who says stuff like “I DO THE RIGHT THING!!11!” #disappointed of many of my mutuals lmao

Jinyoung Imagine - Lies

A/N - This one was requested by an anon and inspired by this post! Hope you all enjoy and keep on sending in your requests as they will be closing at the end of the week~

You hurried to your lecture, fear of being late fully settled in. Since it was only within a few weeks of starting university, you weren’t used to the campus yet and had found yourself getting lost on the way to the lecture hall. There was still enough time to find the room but you couldn’t help but worry. As you quickly walked down the corridor, not noticing the people around you, an unknown figure bumped into you.
“Oh, sorry!” The guy said, a concerned look on his face. 
“It’s okay, I wasn’t really looking where I was going,” you replied, smiling at him. He was rather handsome and looked a little older, but you couldn’t tell if he was a first year like you or not. 
“Are you looking for a particular room or something? You seem a little lost.”
“Actually I am. I’m a first year so I’m still learning my way around campus.”
“Oh me too,” he replied almost too quickly. You dismissed it as nerves or shyness because he was talking to someone new. In reality, this guy you were talking to was actually in his third year at uni but said he was in his first year just to seem more approachable to you. 
“I’ve got to leave for my lecture, but I’ll talk to you later?” You asked him, starting to head off in the direction of the lecture hall that you saw others you recognised going to.
“Sure, I’m Jinyoung by the way.”
“(Y/N). Hey, here’s my number so text me sometime and we can hang out?”
“Oh thanks, I’ll text you later. Have fun in your lecture.”
“I’ll try! See you later.”

As time went on, you found yourself falling for Jinyoung and he could feel his feelings for you grow more than ever. He loved being with you and spending time with you. Everything about you was just mesmerising to him and he wanted nothing more than to stay with you. There was only one issue. His age. There was only a 2 year age gap but the fact that he had lied to you the very first time you both spoke had stayed with him for a long time. Jinyoung had managed to keep the fact that he was in his third and last year at uni a secret because he was studying a completely different subject to you but there’d often be times where events were held for first year students and he wouldn’t be there. None of the first years you knew recognised him either, almost as if he didn’t exist. You weren’t too suspicious to it all but did find it a little weird how even the people in the same accommodation block as him didn’t know who he was considering they kept first year students together and separate from the older students.

One day, you were out with a friend of yours enjoying the discounted drinks at a local bar when you saw Jinyoung walk in with some people you had never seen before. You knew one of his friends because you’d seen them together in the library and had gone up to say hi to them but you were yet to meet the others, even though you had been dating for almost 3 months. You leaned closer to her and pointed out Jinyoung. 
“That’s the guy I’m dating.”
“Are you sure he’s a first year? He looks a bit older, and so do his friends.”
“He’s definitely in our year, he said so when he first met.”
“If you say so, but I’m almost definite that some of the guys he’s with are in their third year because I recognise a couple of them from some workshop I did with older students a few weeks back.”
“How does he know them?”
“The only logical reason is that one of them is his brother or something, or he’s in his third year too.”
“But, he said he was in his first.”
“I know, (Y/N), but what if he was lying?”
“He wouldn’t, right?”
“I hope not, sweetie. For now let’s just enjoy the night and you can forget all about that until tomorrow. Then you can talk and talk your feelings away while I listen, okay?”
“Sure, let’s party.”

The next morning, you woke up feeling somewhat better than you expected. You’d had fun the past night but made sure not to drink so much you’d get sick or hungover the following morning. Not that the same could have been said for your friend who was already moaning about her headache.
“I would moan and say I’m never drinking again but let’s face it, that’s not true. Now, talk to me about this guy.”
“Well, I told you his name is Jinyoung, right? Well we met ages ago like two weeks into the first semester when I was heading to a lecture. We got talking and I gave him my number after he had said he was a first year. Since then we’ve been dating and it’s been nice and I really like him but after seeing him with those other guys last night? I’m just worried. There have been little signs that have pointed to him being older that I just ignored but now I feel like I can’t ignore them.”
“What kind of signs?” She asked, taking a sip from her mug.
“Well he’s never at any events for first years and no one seems to know who he is, even the people doing the same course as him or the ones who live in the same accommodation building as him.”
“As much as I hate to say this, hun, I don’t think he’s in our year.”
“But why did he lie to me?” You asked, your voice raising in frustration. 

As you began to vent your anger, a knock sounded at the door and you got up to answer it. Jinyoung was stood there, a smile bright on his face. 
“Morning, (Y/N). How was your night out last night?”
“Fine. How about yours?”
“What are you talking about? I stayed in last night.”
“We saw you at the bar with your friends. Tell me, Jinyoung, are you actually in your first year? Or did you just lie about that to get with me?”
“(Y/N), I can explain..”
“I don’t want you to. I don’t care about the fact that you’re 2 years older than me. I don’t care if your friends are all older than me. I care about the fact that you lied to me from day one and didn’t even think to correct it! And last night, you told me you were at home studying when really you were out partying with your mates! How many times have you lied about that, Jinyoung?”
“I’m sorry, (Y/N).”
“Sorry doesn’t cut it at this point, Jinyoung. Delete my number please and don’t go lying to other girls either, it’s not exactly a good move.” You close the door on him and let the tears fall.

anonymous asked:

I'm really interested in adopting some toads and to want to make them a good home but I don't know where to start. Do you have any advice for a new toad mom?


Sorry this took so long, I wanted to get some pics for you! 

Okay so toads are pretty easy so far as setup, BUT I have a tendency to go way overboard so don’t feel like you have to copy anything in my setups. As long as they have dirt and a water bowl and lots of food most toads are happy.

This is my largest setup currently (sorry for the blur and glare i have caffiene hands and no curtain on the window) which is 40gal. For toads I’d have a minimum of 20, because they do like to explore given the option, but a tank this big could probably house 4-5 adults easy. (they do seem to enjoy company and you can house males and females as long as the boys don’t bother the girls too much, my personal theory is they feel safer when other toads are in an area because it means it’s safe but who knows they won’t tell me)

I use plantation soil, which comes in bricks like eco-earth and is actually cheaper, but I’ve also used just plain old topsoil. I personally like plantation soil because I’ve found that it doesn’t get oversaturated as easily as eco-earth when your ingrate frog children upturn their water dishes.

Imo, you wanna have at least 3 inches of soil in the bottom, because they love to dig and you want them to be able to make a nice dirtbed so they can sleep in luxury. If your toads are bigger you may even want more! Enough to totally bury themselves is usually good, and mounding it on one side while leaving the other side shallow also works. 

They generally like the temperature the same as people do, around 60-70, and because they’re amphibians you wanna be sure the soil stays moist in at least some of the tank. (I mist my tanks anytime it rains, which seems to be a good rule of thumb if you have native amphibians).

Also a nice big water dish, but they aren’t strong swimmers so you’ll want to be sure they can stand on the bottom and comfortably have their heads above water. (and always use dechlorinated ofc) Some will use it often and some want to be crispy little jerkyboys, but always have it available just in case. 

They also love to hide and overall having lots of space to hide in seems to make them more trusting and secure. Having plants that create a canopy definitely makes shyer toads less scared to explore (tho be sure you have a lid if they’re tall, they look like potatoes but some of them are pretty good climbers) and I try to have 2-3 available hides in a 20 gallon tank. 

They enjoy scheming and having a place to leer from allows them to engage in this behavior.

The weird black bowl in the large tank and tiny green bowl are because it’s easiest to feed worms without them eating dirt if you do it in a bowl, and imo variety is really important for frogs. I try to switch it up between mealworms, waxworms, calciworms, bait earthworms, pillbugs, dusted crickets, sometimes roaches. With a good vitamin you probably don’t need half of that, but I live in the south and show love through food

They prefer not being handled, like most frogs, but some that I’ve raised from tiny babies are totally indifferent to it? So it’s more your specific toad and their preferences.

So mostly you just want some good deep dirt, a big water dish they can splash around in or ignore entirely, a couple places to leer from, and maybe a dish so they don’t eat dirt. As for stuff that’s totally not necessary but they seem to like, mine have always loved sheets of moss they can lay on or bury in where it’s soft and comfy

They also really seem to like having a nice flat Eatin Rock where they can sit and wait for food to appear, just in case. I know @toadschooled can also vouch for the food rock, and Fats Mcgee spends half her time looking like someone dropped a biscuit on a sidewalk.

That’s all I can think of currently, but I’ll tag for toads so other toad bloggers can add on if they think of anything! Feel free to im or mail me for anything else you may wanna know and no pressure but we all wanna see dem toadies if u get pics later on and feel like sharin bring the toadselfies


its because i have a thing for men that have dorky/gentle/intelligent/creative charisma and as such have attractiveness that isnt necessarily defined by their looks. but, their looks also have an uncanny attractiveness due to their charisma.

See: Lester and Hide

but because theyre not like. hot anime guys or something, and actually arent really defined by their sexual/physical appeal at all, people are thinking its okay to act totally disgusted with me as a joke. lol. 

its the same reason why people get really weirded out about my love of Buddy, too… i’ve had people call him such wonderful things as “bald donkey kong” and “those thumb people from spy kids”, and they SERIOUSLY question why i think he might have appeal

also, most of them are products of the 90s because thats where i grew up. (i forget that most of my audience is a lot younger than me lol)

this is just such an ODD thing for people to get shamey and confrontational about? but they do. lmao

xaandiir  asked:

Can you talk about Gene Khan?? I love him already and I wanna know more about him

HOHO! I can talk about him during all day!!!!

Name:Gene Khan, both french both chinese

Age: When I created him he was 17, now he’s 22

Sexuality: Boy, Bisexual

Particular power: Teleportation, flying and fire bending. Actually he’s a regular human with a special armor.

Okay so I love him so much because physically he’s really serious, smart, handsome and dark. And yes he’s actually a villain who becomes a good guy.

But the big joke about him is… he’s actually a normal big jerk so I can draw him like that:

This is why I love drawing him, he can do both!

He’s only extreme, extremely serious or extremely stupid. He’s not crazy, he’s just… extreme!

Haha I think I love him a little too much xD

The One Where You’re Drunk

Pairing: Jace Wayland x Reader

Summary: Completely drunk during girl’s night with Isabelle and Clary, you’re dared to sneak into Jace’s room and tell him how you really feel about him.

A/N: it’s been a while but here’s one i’ve been saving!

MASTERLIST (mobile and desktop)
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“Okay, kiss, marry, kill,” you say. Isabelle and Clary nod.

“Jace, Simon, Alec.”

“Ew, Alec is my brother y/n!” Isabelle frowns in disgust.

“And Jace is mine,” Clary says distastefully.

You sigh.

“Okay, Simon, Meliorn and Aldertree.”

“Aldertree? Really?” Clary shoots you a pointed look.

“You guys suck at this game,” you sigh.

“Maybe that because we’re not little teenage girls,” Isabelle laughs, “Well, maybe you still are.”

You flip her off, rolling your eyes as you rest your head in her lap, “I think we need more booze.”

“I think you’ve had enough,” Isabelle says, scrunching up her nose when your burp.

You pout, trying to reach for a half full bottle without moving. She moves It away from you.

“Why don’t you answer since you’re not related to anyone in the Institute? Jace, Simon or Alec?”

You rub your chin thoughtfully – not that there was even anything to think about. It was Jace. It would always be Jace. But that was something that was hard to admit to yourself, let alone to Clary and Isabelle.

“Well, Simon is dating Clary last I checked and Alec is dating Magnus…”

“So Jace?” Isabelle giggles, “I think the two of you would be cute.”

“Same,” Clary beams, “You’d be good for him.”

You blow air through your lips, waving a hand, “Jace treats me like I’m Alec but the girl version.”

“Well, Jace loves Alec,” Isabelle shrugs, “I don’t see how that’s a bad thing.”

“Because it’s not a sexual thing. He loves Alec but he’s not in love with him,” you say, “Jace may love me but not the way I want him to.”

The way you want him to?” Isabelle asks with raised brows, moving hair away from your face as she looks down at you. You turn away from her and look at Clary.

“The way he loved you,” you say, your speech a little slurred.

You’d been so jealous. Clary had walked in and made Jace fall for her without even trying. And you were happy for him, really. You’d watched him be closed off his whole life and she made him feel again. But a part of you wished it had been you.

After you found out they were siblings, he returned to his usual string of flings and self-destructive behaviour and you, as always, stayed by his side as his best friend.

Clary shifts uncomfortably, “Don’t remind me,” she groans, pinching the bridge of her nose, “It’s still weird.”

“It’s a bit weird,” you giggle.

“Wait,” Clary says, sitting up, “Do you – do you like Jace?”

“N-no,” you stammer, “This is just hypothetical.”

She and Isabelle share a look before Isabelle pulls you up and props you up against the wall, “How drunk are you?” she asks.

You turn the bottle in your hand upside down to show her it’s empty and then laugh.

They both laugh, their faces filled with shared mischief – they knew it wouldn’t take much convincing to get you to do something stupid.

“It’s for her own good. Hers and Jace’s,” Isabelle justifies to Clary. Clary nods firmly.

Isabelle hands you the half full bottle and let’s you finish it.

“Are you gonna throw up?” she asks.

You wait a second before shaking your head. Sure, the room was spinning, but surely you weren’t going to vomit.

“Good,” she says rubbing her hands together, “Let’s play a game of truth or dare.”

“Dare,” you nod hazily.

“Go into Jace’s room and tell him you’re in love with him,” she says.

Truthfully, you guys didn’t get to have much fun around the Institute since Valentine had made his return. It was rare to have a girls night. It was even rarer to mess around like this as a Shadowhunter since you’d been taught to be disciplined. You didn’t get to giggle like little girls and do dares growing up.

Your eyes widen slightly but you try not to look fazed – you wandered if you were making a funny face since you were so drunk. In your right mind, you would’ve said ‘no way’ but it seemed like a promising idea. Something you’d laugh about in the morning.

“Deal,” you nod. They both look surprised.

Isabelle pulls you up from the ground and leads you to through door and out into the hallway. You all pause outside Jace’s door – tyring to stifle your laughter.

“Go,” Clary hisses, nudging you.

You slowly twist the door knob. A line of light illuminates his room before you pull the door shut behind you, only to realize you can’t see.

You hold your hands out in front of you until they come into contact with something that clatters to the floor with a loud smashing sound.

A lamp turns out and you look toward it to find Jace staring at you in confusion. He climbs out of bed, wearing slim fit sweatpants and no shirt. You’d seen him shirtless millions of times – you’d even been pinned under him that way during training – but while you were drunk, it made your cheeks flush and your skin tingle.

“Y/N?” he mumbles, walking over and running his fingers through his hair.

You look down at the floor – broken glass and a photo frame with a picture of the two of you in it.

“I’m so sorry,” you sigh, kneeling down and beginning to pick up the shards. You don’t stop even when one of them cuts into your palm.

“Stop,” he says, pulling you up and walking you across his room into the bathroom, carefully dusting your palms into the sink.

“Are you drunk?” he asks, inhaling sharply. You smelled like a bar.

“Sorry,” you apologize, biting down on your lip.

He shakes his head with a grin, “Sit,” he says, pointing to the toilet, “Let’s get that cleaned up,” he points to the bloody cut in your palm.

You sit on top of the counter next to the sink, letting your legs dangle and watching as he reaches for the top of the cabinet and pulls out a first aid kit.

You knew you could’ve just used your healing rune but Jace had done this for you since you were kids – anytime you got a small cut or graze, he’d pull out a first aid kit and treat it himself. The way your mother did before she passed away. Jace was all you had growing up.

He pulls out an alcohol wipe and then a cotton swab, dabbing at it slowly.

“I take it girls night is what left you this way?” he asks, concentrating on your hand.

“Maybe,” you say, dragging the word out.

He laughs, shaking his head and looking you in the eye, “Did you leave because you missed me?” he asks, unscrewing the cap of the rubbing alcohol. He tilts it carefully, not wanting to get too much on you.

“I left because I wanted to tell you I’m in love with you,” you blurt out. He squeezes the bottle too hard, clamouring away from you when it spills all over your legs. He stares at you with wide eyes, frozen.

“S-sorry,” he mumbles, grabbing a towel and wiping your legs down. You place a hand over his, letting it rest on your lap, “It’s okay.”

It felt so good to be close to him. It felt so good to say those words knowing that tomorrow you wouldn’t remember them and that you could just say it was a dare of play it off as being drunk. It felt good to be honest and to admit it – to him and to yourself.

His face was so close to yours.

“It’s okay,” you say again, resting your forehead against his.

“You’re drunk,” he says, drawing a line that you so badly wanted to cross. He pulls away from you, resting his hands on your knees with a slight frown, his eyes studying you. He reaches into the first aid box and pulls out a band aid, placing it across the cut.

“You should get back to your room,” he says firmly.

You slide off the sink, feeling your chest tighten. This had all been a mistake.

You walk back into his room, hesitating at the door. He walks up behind you, “I’ll see you in the morning y/n,” he says softly, “Drink some water before you sleep.”

You didn’t want to go. You didn’t want to leave things this way.

You turn around, resting yours hands against his chest and moving them up to his shoulders. You stand on your tip toes and lean in closer to him, praying he wouldn’t pull away.

He doesn’t.

He rests his hands on your waist and pulls you closer to him, pressing his lips to yours, the sound of your breathing filling the room.

“Y/N,” he mutters, pulling away, “I – I shouldn’t have – you’re drunk… I’m-“

“I love you Jace,” you say. You had no other words. You didn’t know how to explain it to him or how to tell him how you were feeling. You knew it was an overwhelming thing to say. Maybe it was too much, but it was all you had.

He just stares at you in frustration.

You’d done a lot of stupid things while you’d been drunk and none of them had meant anything to you. Was he just one of those things?

Or did you really love him?

He thinks about how you’ll have no memory of this in the morning because of the state you were in.

“I-I’m gonna go get you something to eat so you can sober up and we can… talk about this,” he says. That was probably the best course of action. He didn’t want to blow you off and pretend this never happened.

You nod, watching him leave. It’s only then you get the urge to throw up.

When you wake up, your head is resting on Jace’s toilet seat. You groan in disgust – at least your hair was tied up.

“You wouldn’t let me move you.”

You turn your head slightly to find Jace slumped against the wall. You stand up and a blanket falls to the floor that had been over your shoulders.

“How are you feeling?”

“Probably not as bad as I should,” you say, rubbing your temples. You had hoped you wouldn’t remember last night but it was right there, front and centre, on your mind.

You could tell he was thinking about it too but the way his jaw was tensed.

You look over his shoulder at the broken glass still in the middle of his room.

“I’ll clean that up,” you say. You felt terrible.

You’d thrown up and passed out on the toilet and now you had to have ‘the talk’ completely sober -without any excuse for your actions or what you say.

“Can we talk about last night?” he asks, getting straight to the point.

You nod, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and then crossing your arms over your chest.

“You said you were in love with me and then we kissed,” he says with a pointed look, trying to gage whether you remembered or not. You nod with a guilty look on your face and in return, he looks mildly relieved.

“What was that about?” he asks, “Were you just drunk-“

“No,” you say quickly, “Look, Jace – I mean, yes I was drunk. It was a dare.”

“A dare?” he frowns, disappointed.

“Isabelle dared me to do it because I basically told her I liked you and you didn’t like me back,” you rest your head against the wall, “It was the first time I wasn’t scared to tell you how I felt.”

“Are you scared now?” he asks.

You nod, swallowing hard, “I’m scared, Jace, but I’m still in love with you. And I’m glad last night happened and that I can’t take it back.”

“Are you sober now?” he asks with an exhilarated look.

You nod. With one step, he’d standing inches away from you and pulling you into him. He was kissing you so hard you could barely breathe. You smile against his lips, pulling away for air.

“I love you so much, y/n. I barely slept last night thinking you’d sober up this morning and regret that kiss or worse, forget it. I was scared you’d tell me you have no feelings for me. Because I love you,” he sighs, taking your hands in his, “And I want this for us. I always have.”

“You’re a real keeper,” you laugh.

“Why’s that?” he asks with a smirk.

“Because you’re kissing someone who spent the whole night throwing up,” you laugh, causing him to scrunch his nose up when he realizes.

He shrugs, “I don’t care,” he shakes his head with a wide smile, “I love you y/n.”

Dating Leroy Sane Includes

Originally posted by poolldead

  • You guys having the cutest, most laughter filled relationship.
  • Leroy liked making really corny puns, and laughing at them by himself while you roll your eyes.
  • “Hey babe, do you know when the best time to go to the dentist is?” “Leroy…don’t…” “Two-thirty!”
  • Okay, honestly sometimes they were really funny.
  • Leroy was also super ticklish, a fact you stumbled upon one night when you poked him in the side.
  • “Lee…here comes the tickle monster!” “I think the fuck not!”
  • He could outrun you outside, but not within the confines of your shared apartment. You’d latch onto him like a koala, tickling his sides as he cackled uncontrollably.
  • Those tickle attacks usually ended up with him tackling you into the bed, leading to something else.
  • As revenge, he’d tease you with his mouth and hands until you were nearly crying from frustration.
  • “Are you gonna apologize for being a bad girl?” “Psh, never.” “Fine you can take care of yourself tonight.” “No wait! I’m sorry!”
  • You guys had a strong relationship, the trust level between you two was unlike any other. You both supported each other too, no matter what.
  • Leroy often tried (and failed) to teach you some common phrases in German.
  • “It’s entschuldigung.” “When I say it, it just sounds like I have a really bad flu.”
  • He was super proud to call you his girlfriend. No matter where you went, he’d make sure to let people know you were his girl.
  • “This girl right here? I love her.” “Leroy, I don’t think the barista cares.”

anonymous asked:

so i hadn't liked a guy in a few years but i still really liked girls so i figured i was a lesbian and it made sense because when i was little i always thought girls were cute and id kiss them on the cheeks and such but recently i've been developing feeing for a guy and i don't know if its me trying to fit in or i actually like him and if i do i don't know what to do because all my friends think i'm a lesbian and i'm scared to talk about it with them because they're really judgy

1. Labels can change, I know bi people can have a preference or even go through times where they’re more attracted to one gender more than the other
2. It’s totally okay to figure out you’re something else. People can go through labels to figure out what fits them, that’s fine.
3. Your friends aren’t real friends if they judge you for figuring yourself out.

Would anyone be interested in making me a main sim?

I have a few main characters ready already but i suck so bad at making guy sims, so would anyone be interested in making me a sim, you’d get all the credit (obviously) but if you dont like making other people main sims thats okay i just really need a mean looking sim for Pansi…. so if you’re interested messgae me please!

garbage-empress  asked:

Um, hi. I just recently saw your post about wanting a bf? So maybe I'd give it a shot, I mean you're really cute and friendly. I really like anime like you do! So, um.. Can we date? I'm sure we'll be the best otaku couple! We can listen to anime songs and maybe watch some Naruto and Dbz. Do you like those animes? It's okay if not.. Maybe we can watch something much more like hentai or not. I don't want to seem like your horny average guy, so we can watch something innocent. Maybe bleach..

he lingers like a flash of that last one is as smart as you would be impossible to uninstall i swear.

anonymous asked:

CONFESSION: i nearly lost my virginity today until the guy left me cuffed and blindfolded, lying about how he forgot something in his car, and now im feeling really insecure and idk what to do about it. I messaged him, but he hasnt replied yet and idk. Im just really worried since it was my first time ever even touching a guy. Any tips or anything of the sort? I'd like to be better, but he never told me what was good and what wasnt lol

Okay first of all, why are you still messaging a dude that just ditched you cuffed and blindfolded

anonymous asked:

Tell us about the second time you gave head. Don't leave us hanging

Okay so I met this guy like on tinder or some shit like that I really don’t remember but anyways imma call him fire crotch because he was a ginger and his pubes were red. Anyways it was during October of my senior year and it was a pink out game for a football game so I was decked out in cute pink clothes and face paint and all that jazz. Fire crotch was texting me throughout the whole game and was like I want to meet up with you blah blah blah he lived a good 30-45 mins away from me so I was like okay, I don’t drive so if you want to drive all the way over here then okay I’m down and he sure did drive to me. But the game was almost over and he was 15 mins away and all my friends that I went to the game with were getting Taco Bell afterwards so I went with them and told fire crotch to meet me there. So I got to Taco Bell and I see his car and my friends were like omg omg omg he’s cute blah blah blah and I got into his car and he was like you look cute, did you eat yet? And I said no, so he freaking bought me Taco Bell, I LOVE TACO BELL so I was pretty much in love with this guy already lol anyways he asked where we should go and I was like uhh Idk there’s a park down the street, mind you it’s like 10 at night obviously we weren’t playing at the park, but he went to the park and parked and we kinda just talked for a bit holding hands and then I couldn’t take it anymore, I was like fire crotch, I know you didn’t drive all the way out here just to hold my hand and he was like you’re right and lead in and started kissing me and he was a GREAT kisser. After like 2 mins he was like lets move to the back there’s more room he just climbed over the seats and of course I tried to too but my dumbass self hit my head on the oh shit handle and he started laughing at me but made sure I was okay. But once we were comfy we started kissing again and he started taking my shirt off and playing with my boobs, keep in mind, this was the first time I’ve ever had my tits played with and my nips were SOO sensitive and he had magic fingers but anyways he moved his hands down and took my pants off and started to rub me then finger me and I came all over his hands it was great. It was my first orgasm from someone that wasn’t myself I was on cloud9 but I wasn’t about to just leave him hanging to I lean over take his pants off and start sucking his cock but it was a really awkward angle so I moved to in between his legs and my short 5'3 ass couldn’t reach his cock because he was like 6'4 or some shit like that but he was a baller and had a basketball in his backseat so my innovated self sat on the basketball and realized it was perfect height so I gave this guy head while grinding on his ball and if you’ve never rubbed your clit against the bumps of a fucking basketball I 12/10 recommend you do so lol. But he came in my mouth and actually warned me this time and I swallowed it because it tasted amazing and then we got dressed, I ate my Taco Bell, and he took me home. It was a great night.

“Don’t bother,” he replies grimly, “I said I wasn’t interested in this. If we fucked, sorry for leading you on, if we didn’t, I don’t know why you’d want to be associated with me anyways.” And Harry wants this conversation to end right there, now that he’s said his piece, so he looks back towards Y/N and says, “These are organic grapes, no?”

The girl gets the hint, leaving with a huff and Y/N tuts her tongue at him.

“You’re so mean, Harry! What if she really liked you?”

Harry shakes his head, “She liked my cock not me.” He says apathetically, and Y/N’s face turns towards sheepish like it always does when the mere mention of his escapades comes to head (which it doesn’t often, but he knows Y/N has ears and she hears things), “‘sides, she was rude to you. I don’t like that.” He straightens out, “Did you take your medicine?”


Harry doesn’t really like people, but he likes Y/N

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