i remember being in their place

Flatterer

Originally posted by 13reasons-13truths

Pairing: Justin Foley x Reader

Request: “44 – Justin Foley”

Prompt:

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.


The same thing happens on teen wolf on a VERY much lesser scale as people obsess over DOB when Tyler posey is the main character. the difference is with skam is that each season is told from that characters POV and it’s their storyline being told. I don’t remember anyone in Noora’s season zooming in on Eva looking at Jonas and gushing over them while actively ignoring the fact that they are not the focus.. and I definitely don’t remember people ignoring all the hardships Isak went through… Tumblr is a strange place.. a lot of u are straight women obsessing over isak and evens relationship. It was a good season and they are a cute couple but come on.. Sana is literally being alienated by her friends and going through very deep and complicated stuff and all I see when I look on the skam tag is sana being pushed to the side and about 600 gifs of isak and even holding hands… no offense but is this what u guys do now that Blaine and Kurt r dead lol

marcbartra: What world do we live in? What’s going on around us? It’s frustrating not being able to do anything so as to prevent these devastating tragedies. What occurs in so many places around the globe makes me sad and it’s hard to accept or understand.
But life goes on and we have to make the most of it and give our best, and live every moment as a precious one. And enjoy life, and fight for what we believe in. That’s what I do with all my strength when I remember the latest things I’ve lived… And all the good things that will come. #WeStandTogether ⚫️

If I’m murdered

I want to share this in English because I think this is very relevant to every women out there.

On May 3rd, the body of Lesvy Berlin Rivera Osorio was found inside one of UNAM’s campus on Mexico city. She was left propped on a phone booth, strangled with the cord of the public phone around her neck. She was 22 years old.

The PGJ (not sure how to translate but it’s something like the General Court of Justice prosecutor) recently released a statement that was brought up based on several interviews with people that were close to Lesvy, including her boyfriend.

They were very good at mentioning that Lesvy had not been attending classes as she had dropped out of school recently.

They were very good at mentioning that she drank.

They were very good at mentioning that she lived with her boyfriend outside of marriage.

They were very good at mentioning that the night she was murdered she had been out with friends probably either drinking or doing drugs.

They were very good at mentioning that she dared to be outside, alone, at night.

They were very good at pinning the blame of a murder case on the victim herself, but they were no closer to finding the actual perpetrator. (You know, the person who ACTUALLY STRANGLED HER WITH A PHONE CORD?)

They used the phrase “found dead” instead of calling it what it really was: MURDER.

They made no mention whatsoever of her boyfriend being a suspect, despite the fact that he was the last person to see her alive, that they had attended the same party that night, and that they had a fight right before her murder after which (according to him) they parted ways angrily.

I’m not saying he is guilty, but perhaps if she had been a “good girl, grade A student” she would deserve justice and a proper investigation of her death instead of the PGJ violating the confidentiality of a still ongoing investigation by releasing these personal facts Lesvy in the media, as if that justified her murder?

I am tired of this and I’ve been holding back tears all day.

WE ARE BEING MURDERED, AND THE BLAME IS PUT ON US.

Violence against women happens everywhere, not just in distant places. Lesvy was killed in the middle of a college campus.

If you were killed, what facts about your imperfect life do you think they would bring up on the statements, on the news media?

This is how the hashtag #SiMeMatan (If I’m murdered) began. Because it seems to be always our fault, for being at the wrong place, with the wrong clothes, or at the wrong time (things not fit for “proper ladies”) and never the fault of the person perpetrating the crime.

Back when I saw Kelly Oxford’s hashtag about sharing our stories of harassment I remembered a similar movement that was made in Latin America a bit earlier called #MiPrimerAcoso (my first harassment) I realized that we face the same struggles, regardless of what language we speak.

This is why I’m writing this now, because I think you should know about Lesvy’s story and we should all be heard.

So here goes mine:

If I’m murdered:

It would be because I lived by myself in my apartment.
It would be because I confront people that catcall me on the street.
It would be because I like wearing knee high boots and stockings.
It would be because I dyed my hair a lot in whacky colors.
It would be because I hang out more with men than women.
It would be because I go out alone at night without the company of a man.
It would be because I drink when I go out.
It would be because I was flirty and friendly to everyone.
It would be because choose to have sex without being married.

You know what the worst part is about this?

That every woman who is tweeting this hashtag is very well aware that they could be next, and that the official responses might not be too different from Lesvy’s case.

Heck, even women that have marched in outrage at UNAM and women that have tweeted disgust at what happened have started receiving threats online.

Please stay together, and stay strong.

!Warning!: This post is filled with positivity and love for EVERYONE who follows or blogs about the ACOTAR universe> continue at your own risk

I don’t care if you paint Rhys the color blue: if that’s how you interpret him then bring on the sexy smurf bat.

I don’t care if your crackpot theory is that Feyre was actually on a peyote fueled vision quest the entire 3 books: what a creative idea! Please tell me more!

I don’t care if you write a fic about Cassian being sexually attracted to a rock: That’s a little different, but may the rock be as chiseled as Cassian’s abs.

AND FINALLY, I don’t care if you may have forgotten the little freckle next to the moon-shaped scar on Nesta’s big toe: We all know every detail about these characters. Life, and a piece of art, can go on without it.

THE POINT IS: Write, draw, and post WHATEVER you feel represents these books in your eyes, and give others the courtesy to be able to do the same. But please don’t give up on this fandom. You guys are the reason I joined Tumblr in the first place— so that I could have someone to share my love for these books and Sarah J. Maas with, without criticism. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for the joy, laughter, and tears that your posts bring me on a daily basis. Thank you for being willing to put your thoughts and feelings on display, and know that I can see the time and effort you put in at your own free will for our enjoyment. 

Remember, we are a fandom of dreamers, and only the stars can stop us. :)

“The Court of Dreams. I had belonged to a court of dreams. And dreamers.”  —A Court of Mist and Fury, Sarah J. Maas

SEVENTEEN THEORIES (UPDATED! - S. Coups)

Okay, so my twin and I have come up with theories to Seventeen’s comeback.

We all understand that the concept revolves around the idea of fears and being alone. We see in all the videos an introduction to this fear and by the end of the trailer, they acknowledge these fear. 

So we think…

Vernon: His fear could be wandering aimlessly, unsure of his path. He just walks around, letting time pass by him. He acknowledges this fear by continuing to use that compass until he finds someone familiar to him.

Jeonghan: His fear could be his image or his image in front of the camera/media. It could be that he takes photos because he has an image in his mind of how things look to him, but the outside world may not view his perspective the same. Through media, that can be altered and it can shine a different light on an artist. By facing his fear, he leaves the comfort of the home. By doing this, he accepts how the world is going to view him.

Mingyu: His fear could be related to having this incomplete half to himself. We see him alone, but everything is in two like he once had someone who shared the same similarities and now he feels responsible for filling this void. We could take it another way. We also see a disconnect, especially in the scenes with a mirror. It may portray a disconnect between what he feels inside and what he sees on the outside. I can see this in Mingyu since he often feels uncomfortable with his body. Mingyu faces his fear by finally taking a step back and away from the mirror, almost saying that he will no longer let his physical features define him.

DK: His fear could be not improving. We see his running pace remain the same, and then he eventually drops the timer. DK would be the type of person to always strive to be better and to always work to improve, and not being able to accomplish that can haunt him. By dropping that timer, he allows himself to improve at his own pace without the stress of a physical and materialistic goal.

Woozi: His fear could be related to his talents, his brains. It looks as though he’s trapped in a library, like all this knowledge is kept inside, unable to be shown to the world or appreciated by the world. He may be afraid to share the world his talents.

Jun: He is surrounded by memories. His fear could be that this brotherhood he has with the others will eventually be lost and all he has left to fill this empty space are the memories. He’s afraid to get in touch when a long time has passed since we hear Jisoo’s voice from a voice mail. He faces this fear by finally going out and visit. 

Dino: We see him land on the space “turn to the first space.” This could signify his fear of starting from scratch when they have already put so much work into their team and their music. We see him continue to roll the die like he’s waiting for a new fate, but every time he ends up with the same number that landed him there. This correlates with the “seventeen project 2017” they are portraying, that they are starting over with a re-debut with this new and improved group.

Wonwoo: The fear shown in his teaser is boredom and disinterest. We see him at the beginning staring at a blank wall as he steps out in the hallway. He also see him looking out the window and often sitting and contemplating. He picks up the TV remote, but he just flips through the channels, unable to pick something that interests him. We hear cheering, like fans clapping and cheering but his facial expressions don’t change. He could be afraid of no longer finding interest in what he does, or he could be afraid of fans no longer be interested. But it looks to be resolved as the scene ends with him settling on a channel showing the very place where we found Vernon wandering to. 

Hoshi: Another hard one! He’s waiting for a phone call, but we don’t know what the other line of the phone is saying. The environment in the room changes to something cold when he answers the phone. But after he hangs up the first time, he calls the number on the piece of paper. His fear could be receiving and relaying bad news to others. We see him struggle when he opens the piece of paper with the phone number on it, but he continues to call anyways almost showing us the urgency and importance of the message he received. 

Seungkwan: Money. Money is anybody’s dream and nightmare. We see Seungkwan twirling a coin in his hand. This could signify fear of being greedy, or it could signify his fear of not being able to provide. Either one, we see him accept this has he leaves the coins on the counter of the laundromat. 

The8: Minghao’s fear could be being left. We see him arrive at this home with groceries. When he arrives, no one is home to greet him. We see a note on the kitchen counter where it is obvious for someone to see. When he reads it, we see devastation in his face. This could be that a significant other had left him. We don’t see much of a resolution of Minghao’s fear, but we see DK arrive in time to comfort him. We also see the spinning magic 8 ball, which is suppose to determine your luck, and Minghao happened to get the short end of the stick. 

Joshua: His was sooo hard omg. He could be afraid of betrayal. It could him betraying someone/the group, or it could be someone betraying him. We see in the water that one of the two people puts their hand on the other person’s shoulder and then walks away. He washes his face, almost showing discomfort and irritation and then we see him walking in the hallway only for him to turn back towards the camera. 

S. Coups: Coups fear may have to do with going in circles, or lacking direction in general. We see him walking and then he stops to turn around. He continues to walk around only with signs all around him saying “Wrong Way.” When he finally does decide to move forward, he keeps circling the block. This could signify his fear the team going forward, but keep going in circles, or not finding a path to improvement. 


They’re alone to show how each member has their own, unique fear. They all experience it differently. With members shown at the end of the clip, it suggests that no matter how often their fears come and no matter how small they may be, “even though you’re being alone, remember we are on your side and don’t be afraid of all the fears you have.”

We see a cycle through the thirteen boys and it finally ends with leader S. Coups. His lines at the end of his video are more special. 

“I was afraid and anxious since I was all alone.” This is representative of all of the boys’ fears because we see them all tackle these fears alone. 

“Nevertheless we met on thirteen paths and eventually.” This ties in why the all showed up in each others videos. It shows that though they came from different places, different worlds, different opportunities, all of their paths eventually crossed. 

“A complete bond has formed leading us to our brightest moment.” We see that S. Coups finally meets with Jeonghan, bringing all of the videos in full cycle. This shows that together, they will be their best. 

anonymous asked:

Random reminder that I remember you.

Nonnie, listen, I know this was meant as a message for me but I can’t help but think about Stiles being forgotten by everyone. Everyone except Derek who called Scott after a nightmare to check up on everyone and is more than a little concerned to be met with who? when he finally plucks up the courage to ask how Stiles is. 

And so, somehow, he finds a way to send messages to Stiles in that dark, lonely place. He doesn’t actually know he’s sending them but when he dreams, he dreams of Stiles. Sees him, trapped and scared and vulnerable - although he can never reach him, no matter how fast he runs. Instead, he pictures himself writing messages on walls, on the inside of books, on discarded pieces of paper; all in the hopes Stiles might see them. 

All the same message: I remember you.

Stiles begins to see them everywhere. They give him hope, hope he’s not lost. Hope that he’s not so easily forgotten as he had always feared, even before he fell down this rabbit hole. And yeah, he doesn’t know it’s Derek. Maybe it’s a trick, or maybe it’s his dad or Scott, but there is something, something, he can feel; something that boils his blood and soothes it in the same breath, and it reminds him so badly of Derek that he shakes with it, remembering the day Derek left. Remembering that night, when Derek slid through his bedroom window, still not gone (knocking first, Stiles noted fondly at the time) and hugged him. Just….hugged him. Tight.

Then, one night, Stiles catches the words being written on a door. He runs to it, tries desperately to grab the phantom hand writing as it goes along but he can’t and he wants to scream because the hand is warm but he can’t touch it, can’t even really feel it, but it’s there and it’s real and when he starts to cry, pushing his head against the door, the hand lingers long after it’s finished writing. 

Meanwhile, back in his old loft, Derek dreams of the boy he reluctantly came to care about; tries to hold him - can’t see him or feel him but he can smell him. Stiles’ scent calls to him in a way not even Cora’s does, in a way Laura’s never did. It’s only then Derek realises, waking with a jolt, that Stiles isn’t just his anchor; isn’t just some endearing asshole who confuses him to no end, who makes him want to bare his teeth and throat at the same time, but something more.

And there, lying in his old bed covered in sweat and regret after regret, feeling utterly helpless, Derek whines for his mate.  

chasing amy: a masterpiece
  • this episode was such a blessing 
  • like
  • “ames” x2
  • “babe” x9104
  • amy using the shoulder nova
  • domestic peraltiago
  • “now it’s ready for me to braid again”
  • every single holt and terry scene
  • jake’s impression of amy
  • ROSA’S impression of amy
  • kylie
  • gina & boyle bonding
  • “i love her so much”
  • jake literally connecting a month and year to a specific place amy would be because he knows her so well and that roof meant so much to both of them
  • “you think that because you love me”
  • “remember last week when i boiled that egg” “that was big i was really proud of you”
  • trivia nights
  • “did you throw away my sombrero restaurant” 
  • scary amy
  • “your train will be departing in 45 minutes” …
  • “i’ve never seen him walk with such purpose”
  • “is it possible to enter the colour beige”
  • terry’s dancing
  • all the boyle’s
  • THE ENTIRE DAMN ROOFTOP SCENE
  • jake canonically being confirmed as being in love with amy since the bet
  • “i’ve always known you were gonna be my boss”
  • “i love you” “i love you too”
  • jake die-harding off the roof
  • “wait. you left your figurine behind for some reason. take it.”
  • “ all aboard the terry liner, next stop holt-sylvania”
  • “YEAH WE ALL KNOW ABOUT THE BARS ROSA”
  • tangtown
  • “gina you don’t have to do this” “yes i do, because you’re my brother”
  • “we used to have sex you know” “you don’t have to mention that every time”
  • SERGEANT AMY SANTIAGO

🌟 After a long time of waiting, you came to me. After years of being alone, I can breathe again. The sight of you sparks thoughts I’ve never tried to have. Of living. Of a home. Of friends.

… 

Who are you?

There are days when I miss you,
My heart is the only one functioning
My mind is on vacation
And my body is being enticed by my heart to its treasured location.

There are days when I hate you,
My mind is in full form
My heart is being punished in a dark corner
My body is preparing it’s best punch for when I see you again.

There are days I wonder if you think about me at all,
My mind says to not go there but it does anyway
My heart says just maybe when it’s 17th
January you have a sad day
My body remembers it’s literal scars and toughens up to pull back both my heart and my mind to a relatively safe place.

—  creatingnikki 
My Favorite MLM Books

As a gay man, I really love gay books and here are some of my favorites:

  1. The Nightrunner Series by Lynn Flewelling; This is easily my favorite series I’ve ever read, and it consists of seven books and a short story collection. The story revolves around two spies, who are both bisexual (although the word does not exist in the universe in which it is set). It’s a fantasy setting that is incredibly fleshed out and, thus, feels very real. The two main characters begin as teacher and protege but, as the story progresses and they are on more equal footing, they become lovers. There is a large cast of multi-dimensional characters, a well-developed story, and lots of action and political intrigue.
  2. Bonds of Earth by G.N Chevalier; This one takes place right after WWI. The narrator is a gay man who fought in the war and was scarred by it. His life mostly revolves around sexual pleasure as a means to forget about his experiences. His uncle finds out that he’s gay and forces him to leave New York and his job in a bath house there. He becomes a gardener on an estate that houses a reclusive man, who was badly injured in the war. They do not get along to begin with, but with some coaxing from the housekeeper’s granddaughter, they are brought into each others’ orbits and are forced to work together. The narrator worked in a hospital helping wounded soldiers and he uses his experience to help the man who lives on the estate and their relationship progresses the longer they spend time together. The story is very sweet and shows the characters bettering each other.
  3. Immortal Quest by Alexandra MacKenzie; The story take place in modern-day London, but with the edition of secret immortal mages. A detective encounters a thief who claims to know the detective from the detective’s past lives. He also claims he’s an immortal mage who is 500 years-old. The mage asks for the detective’s assistance in helping him contain an evil mage who he’s accidentally released. The detective begrudgingly comes with and, slowly, recovers memories of his past lives. He’s been reincarnated many times and the mage has kept track of him through each life. He sometimes remembers his past lives and sometimes not. There is a lot of humor in this one–the mages are almost all stockbrokers, if I remember correctly, because they’re used to serving the rich and powerful, and have magic that is basically useless with modern technology. The characters are sarcastic and snarky but at the same time complement each other well.
  4. Malachite by Kirby Crow; This one takes place in a matriarchal world in a society that consists of only criminal and outcast men. (I was not so keen on the idea at first but I was convinced as I read it.) Being a society of all men, men have relationships with each other. The story is told from three men’s perspective, two of which are former gang members who were forced into their gang as children, and the other who is much younger and the son of the most powerful man in the city. The former gang members used to be lovers and together brought down the gang which they were once a part of. They have since parted ways but there are many hard feelings between them. One has worked his way up in society and is engaged to the son previously mentioned, and the other spends his days drinking and having sex and thinking about his previous lover. The character relations are really great and the world is captivating, plus there is a polyamorous relationship between three men. Also, Tris is one of my favorite characters from anything ever.
  5. The Fire’s Stone by Tanya Huff; Another fantasy novel that’s a pretty typical fantasy quest story. There are three main characters–a thief, a prince, and a wizard who happens to also be a princess. The prince and princess are betrothed but neither wants to be with the other. The three end up together by fate and go on a quest to retrieve the stone which was stolen from the prince’s kingdom and which is the only thing keeping the volcano in the city at bay. The story includes an asexual princess and two men who are attracted to men. There’s a decent amount of world-building, which I liked, and the story is very fast-paced. 
Yoongi: Saturday Morning

Some Yoongi lazy morning smut for you…

I’m just starting to post my writing on this fairly new blog, so I really appreciate any feedback or messages you have to give!~

Yoongi x Reader. Smut. 1.7k

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Naturally (Jeff Atkins, 13 reasons)

“I’m fucking illiterate. There’s no point in doing any of this work, Y/N” Jeff sunk lower in his chair. He looked around the library, tapping his pencil at a fast rate.

He hadn’t gotten above a C in English since his freshman year, and he’d never wanted to. That was, until he’d met Y/N.

She made him want to be better, above anything else. And when she offered to tutor him in English, he dropped Clay as his tutor. At least for that subject.

“Jeff, come on. Plenty of people still get homophones mixed up. Hell, when I review my papers I have to go through two different spell check systems because I make mistakes. Okay?” He pinched the bridge of his nose, a habit he had made, it was something he did when he was frustrated.

“Okay, they’re staring.” He looked at the table next to them, a few freshman and sophomores stared at them.

“Who cares, focus on your paper.” Y/N looked back down at her notes, she’d been doing her own homework at the same time as tutoring him. Jeff put a hand on her knee.

“I get that the wifi’s out at my house. But why can’t we go to your place again?” He laid his head down on the table so he could make eye contact with his girlfriend.

“For this exact reason. My dad’s not your biggest fan after last week. They don’t even want us alone upstairs with the door open. So the library will do.” She removed his hand from her knee.

Jeff smirked, remembering the prior week’s events.

“Maybe Clay should go back to being your only tutor. Oh, don’t give me that look, Atkins. You know I wanna help.” Y/N ran her hands through her boyfriend’s hair. He formed his lips into a pouting expression.

“Face it. I’m a lost cause. My girlfriend can’t get anything through my head. The smartest kid in school can’t get me to retain any information. I’m stupid.” He threw his pencil down and slammed his textbook shut, breathing heavily.

He believed it. He said it all the time. A C average GPA didn’t make anyone feel great. But with all of his friends being athletes, he was surrounded by those who thrived and could juggle both school work and sports.

“I’m never gonna get into college.” He said quickly, shaking his head.

“Jeff that’s not-” he continued before letting her finish, not even acknowledging that she’d begun to speak.

“No matter if I hit a home run every single time I’m up to bat this season, I won’t get into any college. Grades matter, Y/N. Being smart matters.”

He grabbed his backpack and stuffed all of his notes and his textbook into his backpack. After he jammed everything into the bag, he tried to zip it. He roughly yanked the bag around, trying as hard as he could before giving up by shoving the full bag off of the table. His hands covered his face, he was crying.

“Let’s go to the car.” Y/N grabbed his backpack, gently working the zippers until they finally shut. She swung the bag over her shoulder, keeping her messenger bag on her other shoulder.

“Come on.” She said firmly.

He scooted his chair out, getting up and walking out of the library faster than she’d anticipated. Y/N caught up with him, soon walking beside him, neither said a word.

“Sorry- I’m sorry if I made a scene.” He mumbled as the two approached his car.

“We need to talk. Even if you don’t want to.” She sighed, opening the passenger door and sliding in.

“You wanna know why I think I’m stupid?You, My own girlfriend gave up on me. Is it possible to sink lower than that?” Y/N handed Jeff his backpack, knowing that would force him to look at her.

“Why the hell would you say that?” Her eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m an idiot. What’s gonna happen when I don’t get into college? And I’m here for the rest of my life, still managing the batting cages. And you’re off at some big city actually living your life.” He was being honest about how he felt, that she knew for sure now.

“Stop it. But how the hell do you think this means I want to give up on you? I’d never. You’re giving up on yourself.” Y/N slid over the middle seat of his pick up truck and leaned her head on his shoulder.

“You don’t wanna tutor me. You can’t tutor me. I’m a lost cause, aren’t I? Even Clay gets frustrated ‘cause I can’t learn.” Jeff snaked his arm around her shoulders.

She looked at him. He knew she’d get frustrated. He knew she’d say it was untrue. But it wasn’t untrue. It just wasn’t.

“Jeff, that’s not how I meant it. I just think it’s hard to mix business with pleasure. Do you know what I mean?” She smirked at him before soothing him by drawing small circles on his hand with her thumb.

“My stupidity is too distracting to get through any actual teaching.” He stared at the peddles of his vehicle.

“You know what I think your problem is?” She sat up, staring at him with her arms folded across her chest.

“What’s that?” He looked up, smiling weakly.

“Baseball comes really easily to you. You’re a natural. Maybe I’m not a natural at sports, but I’m a natural with school. Don’t you see? We all have strengths and weaknesses and sometimes we have to work harder to accomplish certain things.” She was proud of her explanation. He just stared at her for a little while.

“Jenson’s best to help me. You’re right.” He grabbed the tips of her hair and twirled them around his fingers.

“You know what else I’m right about?” She grinned at him. He arched an eyebrow, not totally sure as to what was going to be said next.

“What’s that?” He verbally acknowledged her.

“My parents won’t know if we study at the abandoned parking lot on Lincoln instead of at the library.” She grabbed his knee the way he had grabbed hers in the library.

His eyes widened, before a shit eating grin took over his face.

“Well alrighty.” He looked behind, backing out of the school lot quickly. This was something he thought they were both naturally just fine at.

Lover Boy - Jeff Atkins Smut (Requested)

Requested by @cra-zy-vib-ess14 this one is for you! I had a lot of fun doing this and it came pretty naturally that I even wrote it the same day I got the requested, you lucky duck haha! Anyway I hope you enjoy, and everyone else who reads this! Don’t be afraid to request something yourself but be aware writing takes time and you may not get your request answered asap. Thank you for reading and enjoy ♡

Warning: smut, public, rough

Originally posted by alcantara420

I sat next to Justin pointing out how he had done the math equation wrong by putting the x in the wrong spot, he groaned and ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up in frustration.

“Why is this so hard for me?” He mumbled mainly to himself, I guessed so I reassuringly patted his shoulder and said, “that’s what I’m here for, to help you get better and make this easier” I offer him a smile and he nods going back to his work.

I look around the library appreciating the quietness but I couldn’t help but feel that something was missing, I look at the desk that was usually occupied by Jeff and Clay and frowned as it was empty.

“Looking for your lover boy?” I heard Justin ask and without even looking at him I knew he had a smirk across on his lips.

I stop looking at the unoccupied desk and back at my hands on the table blushing “he isn’t my lover boy” I mumble in embarrassment.

“You wish he was though” Justin replied back with knowing tone in his voice, I looked at him and he had a small smile of his lips instead of his usual smirk “He wishes he was too” he added.

I look shocked as the words left his lips “what?” I asked confused.

“Jeff, he likes you too y/n” Justin explains now smirking at me, he softly pats my hand leaning in to say something else but then quickly pulled away, I give him a look of confusion but then notice him looking behind me.

I slowly turn and see Jeff angrily leaving the library, “what just happened?” I asked Justin concerned.

He laughs slowly closing his books “I think you better go after him, your lover boy may be jealous” I blush at the thought of Jeff getting jealous but listen to Justin leaving him to pack up his stuff and go home.

I walk outside of the library to an empty hallway, I turn a corner hoping to at least get a glimpse of Jeff but sadly I was just met with another deserted hallway “Jeff?” I call out wondering if he was even still here.

Looking intensely at the end of the corridor I didn’t notice a hand creep out of the boys’ locker room, I let out a muffled scream in an attempt to call out for help afraid one of my worst fears would be coming true as the person dragged me inside the locker room, but instead I was met with a familiar pair of blue eyes.

“Jeff” I whisper is relief, I let out an awkward chuckle “you scared me half to death” I admitted but then noticed the frustrated look painted on his face.

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Kallias x Viviane fic

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Viviane just wants to be High Lady, and Kallias will never get a full nights sleep until she is.

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Viviane couldn’t sleep, she had tossed and turned all night, listening to the howling winds blowing fresh snow around outside.  The palace should have been freezing but due to whatever magic Kallias had put in place around the glittering white citadel, it was kept warm and cozy. 

Viviane pulled the blankets higher around her neck, sinking into their warmth and curling up against her mate. 

She remembered when he first held her hand and brushed her cheeks, 50 years before the wall.  She had held his hand before of course, when they were children, but that was the first time I touched her after becoming High Lord of the Winter Court.  She remembered being surprised to find his hands just as warm and comforting as they had always been, surprised to find that that ice magic hadn’t made him cold to touch.

Their first kiss…. that first kiss ever after his fifty years trapped in that mountain- fifty years knowing that she loved him and that he loved her, but never getting to see each other- had been nothing close to that cold foreboding ice magic that thrummed underneath his veins.  Viviane had forgotten how warm his hands were all those years.

Viviane leaned up and buried her face in the crook of Kallias shoulder, she kissed him there, slowly and deeply on the neck, trying to gently wake him up.  She brushed a hand down his bare chest and wrapped a leg around his, trying to get as close to her mate as possible.

Viviane wondered for a moment when it would stop.  The overwhelming need to be near him, to be with him… the wanting.  She went out of her damn mind when he wasn’t with her for more than a few hours.

“Kal,” she whispered into the dark, dragging a finger lightly down his nose.

The blankets shifted beneath him as he woke up from slumber.  His eyes were still close but he said, his voice broken and rough from sleep, “What is it my love?”

Viviane smiled as she looked down upon her husband.  His white hair sleep tousled, the lines of worry and concern between his eyebrows now smoothed.  He looked so much younger when he slept, more peaceful and so relaxed.

She leaned down to kiss him on the mouth, his left hand running up form her thigh to drape around her lower back.

When she pulled back she looked into his eyes and smiled, “Make me your High Lady, Kallias.”

The smile that just danced on his lips now faded, “Is that what you want?” he asked her, twisting a lock of her hair around his finger.

“Is that what you want?” she returned to him. 

“I will always want you with me Viv. Of course I want you to be my High Lady.” He kissed her cheek.

“Really! When?” she beamed.

“Tomorrow,” he kissed her deeper, his hands cupping her cheeks, “Tomorrow.”


“My High Lady.” he whispered dreamily, running his hands through her hair.  He had whispered it many times as he made love to her atop the sheets, both of them now naked and sweaty and wrapped in each others arms.

“Why didn’t you ever make me High Lady before?” she asked curiously.  She wasn’t angry at Kallias, just wondered how neither of them could have thought of this before.

“I-I didn’t know it could be done.  No one had ever dared before Rhysand.” he told her, catching her gaze.

“Tomorrow, My High Lord.” her eyes welled with tears of happiness and she kissed him. Kallias brushed away the ones on her cheeks, hating to see her cry even if it was about something she was happy about.

“I love you,” he whispered, and Viviane could have sworn he whispered it, breathed it into her soul.

Mates

(WARNING: SOME ACOWAR SPOILERS, I mean not really like I talk about some of the new characters its not earth shattering, but WARNING ANYWAY)

Okay so I don’t really know how to put this in words but there’s been a lot of conversation about mates since ACOWAR came out and I’ve got a theory. I started to notice this in ACOMAF but while re-reading ACOWAR it started to make a lot more sense.

So Rhys’ parents felt the mating bond immediately right? They didn’t know each other but they saw each other and it snapped into place. And in the end they ended up being a poor match. Now, with Lucien and Elaine it seems like they’re an odd match. They don’t quite fit together. (Don’t get me wrong I love elucien but if you’ve read ACOWAR then you know what I’m talking about, not bad just not quite right) Lucien felt that bond snap immediately even thought he didn’t know Elaine at all. Also we know Tamlins parents weren’t well matched although I can’t remember if it was ever mentioned how/when they felt the bond.

But, Rhys and Feyre knew eachother and spent time together and arguably fell in love before the bond snapped. So did Kallias and Vivianne and Miryam and Drakon. And these three bonds seem to be lasting, they’re good matches for one another.

My point is, I think bonds that snap into place without the two parties knowing each other tend to be bad matches because there is no mutual trust or feelings there, they are only together because of the bond. Whereas those who know eachother in one capacity or another before the bond is in place have lasting and healthy relationships.

(Which btw is where I think Nessian is headed, hopefully)

anonymous asked:

Can I get what my boys would be like in a relationship??

your wish is my command, nonny ☺️

guys also pls to remember persona takes place in japan so normal pda usually just goes as far as holding hands!! they’re not gonna make out in public unless they’re INCREDIBLY bold

akira

  • this stoic boyo can sometimes, to outsiders, come across as being a bit cold or unfeeling
  • which is a complete and utter misconception
  • not ashamed of his s/o but he probably wouldn’t mention them excessively in conversation?
  • just a really private dude, he likes that he gets to have this person all to himself and give them the parts of himself that he doesn’t share much with other people
  • that kind of emotional intimacy rly rly gets to him bc he craaaves that kind of bond with another person
  • probably not super big on the pda, not because of a lack of confidence but because he’d want to leave that up to his partner (& again, private boyo)
  • he’d be down to hold hands if they were but he doesn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable
  • it’s probably his first relationship tbh he didn’t really get close to people before the game but he’d still be cool as a cucumber bc that’s how he is just in general
  • behind closed doors tho boy is always in contact with his s/o, has a hand on their arm or an arm around their shoulders or leaning together or touching knees. it’s kind of new for him to have people who want to be around him so he’s taking advantage of the opportunity.
  • he’s a v confident partner, usually initiating most physical intimacy
  • he L O V E S to fluster his s/o, get them red and stuttering with his teasing
  • a quiet but comforting presence when he’s not teasing them mercilessly

ryuji

  • this LOUD BOY is very LOUD about his s/o
  • constantly bragging about them and showing them off
  • he does the will smith thing to introduce them to new people
  • (ok maybe he doesn’t actually do that but he threatens to and it gets a kick out of his s/o being like “wtf no what’s wrong with you!!”)
  • actually super shy about pda, will blush up a sTORM if he gets hugs or hand holds. he’ll reciprocate hesitantly and but be beet red the whole time
  • THE WHOLE TIME u guys
  • is terrible at flirting. like the literal worst; puns and bad pickup lines. and he knows it but for the s/o he can’t resist.
  • also p confident in the relationship tho?? like he doesn’t second-guess himself on his s/o’s feelings even if he does second-guess whether he deserves them
  • spoiler alert: ofc he deserves them
  • usually the one to initiate anything physical between himself and s/o but he also likes to be surprised when they wrap an arm around his waist or his shoulders or come in for a kiss.
  • super loves kissing, this guy
  • also a huge cuddler, he’ll get right up on in there and just drape himself over his s/o while they’re maybe not paying as much attention to him

yusuke

  • so this oblivious boy here only knows about two things alright
  • those two things are art and being hungry food
  • he’s never dated anyone or even been interested in dating anyone? like honestly it just really never crossed his mind, he’s such an oblivious bean
  • but then s/o comes along and all of a sudden he’s thinking about more than painting and his empty stomach food. he’s thinking about their hair in the sunlight and how they stand in this particular way and their face when they smile
  • yusuke would never ever let his s/o think they’re any less beautiful than they are to him. he’d fill entire sketchbooks and half of his portfolio with portraits and drawings and watercolors of them–you name the medium and he’s getting his hands dirty in it trying to show them how he sees them
  • he’s so passionate and intense about everything of course he’d be the same about his s/o, too. describing them at length to other people using flowery words and possibly sounding like he’s about to cry from their sheer loveliness
  • yusuke would also be unable to keep his hands to himself when it comes to his s/o. when they’re out in public he has to be touching them practically at all times. arms around the waist or around their shoulders, holding hands, sitting close so their legs touch. it’s entirely unconscious
  • and when they’re alone and he’s not taking the time to add another sketch to his collection, he’s running his hands up and down their arms, tangling his fingers in their hair, nosing at their neck. he loves to take in every detail and texture so he can pour the passion into his artwork later
  • obv he’s pretty confident and outgoing, and initiates contact with them fairly often, but he’s not really a dominating personality in the relationship
  • there would be a lot of give and take
  • so in the end now yusuke thinks about three things
  • art, how his stomach is growling food, and his s/o

akechi

  • alright so like
  • goro has two kind of “modes” when it comes to people and relationships
  • there’s goro the “detective prince” who is on tv and always polite and courteous and appropriate
  • and then there’s goro at home who is…significantly less family friendly
  • in public he’d be all about quietly broadcasted signs of affection, like brushing his s/o’s cheek with his hand or leaning in close to look in their eyes or holding hands in a way that’s subtle but easy to photograph.
  • because he’s all about that pr, you know, he knows what to do to get the cameras going and tabloids rolling out the articles. nothing too overt or inappropriate would ever happen in public because he’s trying to keep his image
  • when asked about his relationship with s/o he’d be carefully discreet, citing their privacy and saying he can’t give details but always gushing a little anyway because he “just can’t help it”
  • in private, though, he’s almost an entirely different person
  • a very hungry lover, with a possessive grip around s/o’s wrist or waist, leaning on them all the time and choosing to speak directly in their ear when he can because he loves the way it makes them shiver
  • he’d be kind of overwhelming in his intensity and almost always have control of the situation
  • also??? v jealous. doesn’t like to see his s/o with other people he sees as a threat to their relationship.
  • he’ll sometimes even forget that he’s got to maintain a public image and will take a possessive hold on s/o to keep them “safe” with him
  • and holy jeez is he ever protective
  • (he’ll totally ruin ur life if you dare say a word against his s/o)

mishima

  • lol i know y’all prolly don’t wanna hear about him BUT I LOVE THIS BOY
  • complete and total oblivious nerd
  • he wouldn’t even realize he and s/o were dating until like the third or forth time they went out somewhere and s/o tried to kiss him
  • not even lying, he’d probably assume s/o was just joking around when they were flirting with him
  • (look his canon experiences have him w a r y of making assumptions anymore ok)
  • he’s such a dork, it’d be his first relationship and he’d have no idea what’s expected of him at all and do p much everything wrong
  • tries to “dress up” for the first date he’s aware is a date and fails utterly
  • tries to act more tough/manly/impressive/whatever because he thinks that’s what people are into
  • he has to have it explained to him that s/o likes him for HIM not for all these things he thinks s/o will like u dummy!!! just let them kiss u jeez
  • not confident at all, usually waits for s/o to take the lead
  • sometimes has unrealistic expectations of how a date or social event is supposed to go this poor young lech has no idea what he’s doing
  • but man he’d still love his s/o so much, he’d totally adore them and want to shower them with as much affection as possible he’d just be terrified of getting it wrong
  • always up for literally anything no matter the time or place and lack of experience is made up for by sheer eagerness
Just A Fan

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 682

Genre: Angst

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Originally posted by keepingupwithbts


“Next please!”

The minute you heard those words, you felt your heart beating hysterically against your rib cage, your weak legs climbing up the few stairs and kneeling down in front of the desk.

Only when you saw his face did you realize that everything was real. Only then did your realize that you were indeed at the BTS fansign, kneeling in front of the person you thought you would never be able to see in your life.

“Hey cutie, what’s your name?” Still mesmerized by his beauty, you observed every inch of his handsome face, smiling slightly when you saw how he stuck the tip of his tongue out while he signed your album.

“H-Hello, my name is Y/N.”

When he heard your name, he stopped and looked up again, smiling at you with his beautiful gummy smile. “Woah, that’s a beautiful name, just like you!”

Even though you knew that Yoongi liked to flirt with his fans from time to time, hearing those words made you feel warm inside without your control. Taking your bottom lip in between your teeth, you smiled shyly and averted your eyes down at your legs. “T-Thank you..”

Yoongi chuckled at your adorableness and took your hands in between his hands,  intertwining you fingers immediately. “So Y/N, tell me, who is your bias?”

Your head snapped up at that question, eyes widely open staring at his soft ones. “Ehm, I-I ehm..”

You saw how Yoongi’s smile grew wider as he observed your flustered face. Before you could realize what was happening, he let go of your hands and placed his on your cheeks, pulling your face near his before he whispered. “I already figured out, you don’t need to tell me.. It’s a good decision, I’m proud of you.”

The minute he leaned back a little bit, you exhaled the breath you didn’t know you were holding in, feeling your heartbeat all over your body.

Wait, since when was he so touchy?!

You blinked a few times, not knowing what to do. You had so many questions, why couldn’t you remember any of them?!

“Ah, you’re too cute!” Yoongi reached out for your hands again, placing his chin on them and looking at you with an expression you couldn’t really understand.

Lifting your eyebrows, you asked him hesitantly. “I-Is something wrong? Do I have something on my face?”

You tried to take your hand out of his grip in order to check your face but were stopped when Yoongi’s grip tightened. “No, there is nothing on your face. I just realized how beautiful you are..”

Shocked, you looked into his eyes without being able to say something. This was definitely a dream. This couldn’t be real.

Without saying anything, you looked into each other’s eyes for what felt like an eternity, his warm and soft hands still wrapped around your slightly trembling ones.

Observing your face again, he asked with a calm voice. “What are you thinking about?”

Taking a deep breath, you answered. “I’m just really happy that I was able to fulfill my dream before I-”

Just before you could end your sentence, the staff came to Yoongi’s side, motioning for you to continue moving so that the next fan could talk to him.

Nodding immediately, you started moving away but were stopped when Yoongi tightened his grip around your hands. With a questioning look, you looked at him.

Yoongi, on the other hand, was looking at you with a confused expression plastered on his face. “Before you what?”

Smiling sadly, you squeezed his hand once. “This was my first and last time seeing you Yoongi.. I only have a few months, maybe even few weeks left before I bid my goodbyes to this world..”

Yoongi’s whole body froze, his breath hitching as he felt like his heart stopped beating. “W-What?”

He watched how you replaced your sad smile with a happy one, your eyes never leaving his while you spoke.

“It’s okay, I’m just a fan. You won’t even realize that I’m gone..”