i remember completely freaking out about it

anonymous asked:

Hello! How would you write a dialogue in which a character is freaking out about something? I generally have them word vomit but I don't really like that style. If its too much could you show me an example as well?


You could definitely word vomit – especially if your character is hysterical – but that’s not the only way to do it by any means. I know a few other ways.

1. Calmly.
This is strange, considering your character is freaking out, but the freak-out is internal – they’re shutting themselves off due to shock. In this case, they would be quiet, sane, and even if what they’re saying is illogical, it would probably sound reasonable.

“I was right there when she shot him. He dropped like a sack of flour. I figured he was gone as soon as the bullet hit his chest. So now I’ve decided I’m gonna go after her. Right now. And I’m gonna kill her.”
“What? You can’t do that!”
“Sure I can. She killed him, so I kill her. It’s called justice.”
“But- With just your bare hands?”
“The way I feel right now, my bare hands are more than enough.”

Notice how the character who just watched their friend die in front of them isn’t yelling, isn’t stuttering, isn’t getting angry or crying – they’re perfectly calm, almost to the point of complete emotional shutdown.

2. Angrily.
Some people get angry when they lose control and freak out – it scares them, and the fear manifests itself as anger. This type particularly happens when they’re upset about something and other characters aren’t taking it seriously or are shrugging off their concerns.

“No! It’s happening tonight! We don’t have time to think, or weigh things, we need to fucking leave! Now!”
“We can’t. You know that, and you’d remember that, if you were thinking straight-”
“I am thinking straight! It’s you who’s fucked in the head. I don’t give a damn what you think we can and can’t do, we need to clear out of here, right this second.”

As you can see, this character is freaking out – their concerns may or may not have a firm foundation, but obviously they are concerned, and that concern is manifesting itself as fury.

3. By stuttering.
For some people, it’s hard to talk when they panic, because their minds race forward ahead of their mouths and they get tongue-tied. I typically see/use this with more anxious characters, or with characters who aren’t typically good at speaking anyways (in other words, who are uncomfortable talking).

There are a couple of different ways to stutter:
a. Repeat the beginning of each word.

“I tr-tried to s-save him, but he wuh-wouldn’t l-let me … he knew it was g-going to happen. It’s my f-fault!”

(However, keep in mind that this kind of stuttering is more as if your character is crying and trying to talk through sobs and hiccups. Please use it sparingly – it can get old fast.)

b. Repeat words.

“No. No, I don’t know what’s going on, Ricky. Ricky, why would I have any idea? Don’t fucking look at me like that, Ricky. Don’t look at me like I’m lying.”

c. Insert filler sounds: “ah”, “uh”, “um”, and/or curse words.

“I, uh, I- fuck. I, ummm, I think maybe, ah, maybe we should leave?”

For more on stuttering – it can be hard to peg correctly – check out this post.

I hope this helps! If you need anything else, please feel free to ask. - @authors-haven

anonymous asked:

Hey there! I was just wondering if you had a list for Sterek Breeding kink? Like Derek and Stiles both know that Stiles can't get pregnant but it doesn't stop Derek from getting off on trying

Breeeeeeeeding kiiiiiiiiiiink! WOO!  So here for it, wish there was more -Emmy

Obscene by ml0692 

(1,782 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles can’t help but notice that Derek’s transition to becoming an Alpha is accompanied by a substantial increase in the size of his bulge.

Make a Sentence by badwolfbadwolf 

(2,189 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles never feels more like a wrung out slut than when Derek has him spread out and gasping for it, dripping wet and moaning into the pillows. The rough words roll over him, ghosting along the peaks and valleys of bone and sinew, lodging in the base of his skull and the tip of his uncomfortably hard and untouched cock.

Takin’ Your Knot So Perfectly by myrandomnesslife 

(2,350 I Explicit I Complete)  *teen!derek

Stiles and Derek enjoy themselves while the Sheriff is away.

You’re My Favorite Kink by wafflesmakebabies 

(2,443 I Explicit I Complete)

Sequel to “Who Do You Think About?” (Completed)

Plushwolf by the_ragnarok 

(2,550 I Explicit I Complete)  *noncon/dubcon, underage

So suppose Stiles slept every night with his plush wolf doll, to ward off bad dreams. Only that doll was Derek under a spell, and he came alive in Stiles’ dreams. Specifically, in the type of dreams that involve coming.

Anything Goes Between You And I by hexthejinx 

(2,661 I Explicit I Complete)

Derek has a secret impregnation kink and one day Stiles discovers it. He’s not freaked out by this, though - quite the contrary.

No actual mpreg in this story! They just like to imagine stuff. :)

The Last Temptation by queerly_it_is 

(4,008 I Explicit I Complete)

Derek always gets stuck between making too much noise or just gasping silently.

He knows he’d been making noise earlier; when Stiles walked them both into the bedroom he’d been humming into kisses and mumbling dry responses to Stiles saying he “had plans”; when Stiles tugged at his clothes he remembers he’d said something meant to pass for controlled about patience that had made Stiles roll his eyes.

And when Stiles pulled his mouth off Derek’s dick with a slurp so lewd it had to be at least half on purpose and told him to roll over with his voice gone rough, Derek’s sure he’d breathed out, “Yeah. Yeah okay.”

Fever by Little Spoon (JaydenNara) 

(4,227 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles was all for rough. He loved when Derek manhandled him, showed off his strength, and left marks on his skin, but Derek had always held back. Stiles had just never realized how much… until now. 

Give Me Everything At Once by SleepDepraved 

(4,366 I Explicit I Complete)

The missing sex scene.

or the one where Stiles and Derek have been drinking, and then there is filthy sex.

Briefcase by ColetheWolf 

(6,306 I Explicit I Complete)  *stepfather/stepson, also Derek/Sheriff (mentioned), infidelity

Derek comes back home to pick up his briefcase, but instead finds his stepson in an extremely compromising, yet arousing position.

Baby, Give Me Light by MereLoup 

(14,598 I Explicit I Complete)   *fake mpreg

“How long do we have?” Derek’s breath was husky and aroused, his eyes never leaving Stiles’ lingerie clad body.

Derek had a slight lisp from where his fangs had dropped down into his mouth, his salivary glands working overtime in his arousal, and his claws were extended, digging mercilessly into the mattress. Derek was so turned on right now and the Wolf was so close to the surface, Stiles’ didn’t know where he had found the restraint to sit there as still as he was. He sounded so close already, Stiles just wanted him to let loose.

“Until sunrise.”

Derek raised an eyebrow, too slowly and too meticulously to be casual. “That’s quite a lot of time.”

“Let’s make the best of it.” Stiles’ fingers brushed over his swollen belly and Derek growled in answering arousal.

Adrenaline Rush {S.M}

requested// imagine where you and Shawn are good friends and you’re giving him a pep talk and in the heat of the moment he kisses you

author’s note// yanno what’s a good show? law and order svu. yanno what’s a horrible movie? to the bone, highly offensive, absolutely horrible


“Man, it’s a pretty huge crowd out there.” Shawn was basically shaking. You had never ever seen him this nervous for a show. It was almost unheard of for him to be this nervous. He was so at home on stage, he seemed more nervous just walking down the street to get lunch than getting on stage in front of all of those people. 

“It isn’t that bad, Shawn.” You smirked at him, pulling your self up to sit on the counter were he was supposed to get ready, but he wasn’t using it. He was sitting on the grey sofa near the left of the dressing room he was provided tuning the first guitar he used on stage. 

“I never said it was bad.” He looked up at you for a second, a grin teasing the corners of his lips. “It’s just a big crowd.” He was messing around with the A string, seemingly not being able to quite get it right. It was probably his fumbling fingers. But if you had to hear a flat A one more time you were going to rip your ears off. 

“Do you want some help?” You winced as he plucked the string one more time, sounding flatter than it did the last time. He shook his head rather vigorously, which she expected. He was rather particular about how his acoustic was tuned whenever he would go on stage. He wanted to make sure everything was absolutely perfect every time he stepped foot onto that stage. You knew it was probably rather stupid to ask. He’d never let you touch that guitar before a show. 

“I’ll be fine.” He was probably nervous because this was his final concert, in his hometown nonetheless, all of his friends were out in that audience. People from his high school, family members, so many people he knew were out in that crowd, and even though it was just as big as all of the other concerts he had played throughout the tour, maybe even smaller than some. 

“You look like you’re about to have a panic attack.” You scoffed, pulling your legs underneath you. He just smiled and shook his head a little bit, focusing way too much on that guitar. You thanked your lucky stars he wasn’t as insane about his electric guitar. 

“Why are you in here with me and not out there.” He nodded his head towards the door, referencing the audience. You shuddered just thinking about sitting out there with a shitton of kids you went to high school with and hated. They all did sports and were rather popular back in the day, and not that they were mean to you, but Shawn’s old group of friends from high school were not your favorite people. You had always been close friends with him since freshman year when you were both placed in an intro to art class and you were sat with one another because they both couldn’t draw to save their lives. He was close with all of those other people back before he was famous, but he started to notice a lot of them only made an effort to stay close with his busy schedule only due to his intense rising fame. He didn’t mind all that much, but he didn’t make quite as much an effort. As for you and Shawn, you had stayed close from the moment you had met up until now. It was almost funny when the others out there would post photos calling Shawn their best friend, when in reality you were. She was just that random girl who played violin in advanced orchestra who they had no idea why Shawn hung out with her. 

Still hung out with her. And let her come with him on his summer north american tour and even come with him on some of his European dates. 

It still warmed your heart that those girls in that group that he had hung out with, those girls on the dance team and volleyball team, the girls he had over the years kissed and fooled around with, those girls who were everything that you thought that you weren’t were second to you. 

“Those are your friends, not mine.” You shot back, expecting to get the usual, ‘I know you aren’t their biggest fans, but you only have to be nice. They aren’t that bad.’ That was the spiel you usually got whenever you complained about having to associate with his friends. But this time, he just shrugged, probably too preoccupied before this show that he, for some reason, was totally freaked out about. 

“You are not wrong.” He strummed the last chord that you couldn’t remember the name of and he looked almost satisfied. But he was never completely satisfied with his guitar, but you had gotten used to it. He looked up at you, actually looking at you for the first time other than some upward glances as he was tuning. A small smile slowly stretching across his lips, and you started to feel almost self conscious. You were only wearing jean shorts and the long sleeve concert t-shirt since you had to help out with the VIP stuff since you were there that early. You had kicked off your black high top converse earlier, so you were only in some ankle socks, and you felt so incredibly exposed, which was dumb, Shawn was your best friend, you shouldn’t feel this way. 

Even if you had been harboring some incredibly low-key feelings for him since the eleventh grade. But you never acted on them since he never hinted. So everything stayed just about the same. 

“I’m lucky to have you.” He smiled, only taking a few more moments to take all of you in before you were interrupted by a knock, most likely his manager, which he knew was code for ‘time to get the hell out here stop tuning that damned guitar.’ You were glad you didn’t have to say anything sappy back, you were incredibly horrible at those kind of things, but Shawn knew you loved and appreciated him. “It appears it is time to go.” He grabbed his guitar and held his hand out for you to take. You looked at him puzzled but he only smiled. 

“Tonight I’m gonna need you out there cheering me on from offstage. I’m about to puke.” He chuckled, and you wearily took his hand, hating going out there with all of the adults and Geoff. You really didn’t like Geoff all that much either. He honestly just really irritated you. Then again, everyone did. Shawn led you over to the door of his dressing room and the minute he opened it, you pulled your hand away, your arm dropping to your side. You both quickly made your way to the front by the stage where he got the spiel, got the speech on how he was gonna do amazing, and how there were tons of girls out there to see him. They did the chant, and he was just about ready to get out on that stage. “Hey!” Shawn called out, waving you over close to him. You had been out here a couple of times before he went on stage, but he had never done this. You furrowed your eyebrows, incredibly confused to say the least. 

“What do you need?” You questioned, crossing your arms over your chest. “Don’t you have a crowd to preform for?” You teased, nudging him just a bit with your right elbow. He gave you a small smile, his cheeks turning a bright shade of red. They did that sometimes. 

“Okay, remember when I would preform at school talent shows and small concerts and stuff and I would get super nervous?” He started, starting to fiddle with the strap of his guitar. You nodded quickly, hoping he’d get on with it, knowing it’d be you that was being yelled at for holding him up. “Well, I’m gonna need one of those pep talks you used to give me.” He spit out, almost nervous that you would say no. But without even a yes, you got into the stance, straightening your spine, placing your hands on his shoulders, locking your knees into place. You hadn’t done this in what felt like forever. 

“Okay Mendes, listen up, you are amazing you are talented, you are going to kill it. There are a shitton of people out there who payed a crapload of money to see you, and you are going to put on one damn good show. Who cares about those kids from school who may or may not judge you, you are the pop star, they aren’t. You are attractive you are talented, and you are going to kill it. Okay?” You shook him a little at the end and he quickly nodded. 

“Okay.” He agreed. But what he did next was what shocked you, what caused your heart to literally drop nineteen stories down into your stomach. He pressed his lips onto yours, but only for a couple of seconds. It sure did feel like half of a century, maybe even a full one. All the loud and all the screams from the audience weren’t even audible. His lips on yours and everything didn’t matter. Until he pulled away and he was starting to get dragged back onstage. “We can talk um… After?” He stuttered as he was walking onstage. All you could do was nod. 

You were physically in shock, your whole body tingling as you simply stood offstage, not really in anyone’s way. Everyone was bustling around, but all you could think about was how your best friend just kissed you, and it sure as hell meant something. 

“What the hell was that?” Geoff asked, and you looked to see him crinkling his nose almost in disgust. He wasn’t exactly your biggest fan. 

“No idea.” The concert literally flew by, you heard Geoff say a couple of more things to you, but your head didn’t quite register them. You heard the setlist played out, you even saw Shawn run backstage to get to the smaller stage. You were just, shocked. The only word you could think of was shocked. 

But, like clock work every night, Shawn walked offstage after treat you better and wrapped you in a hug, pulling you close to his body, you could feel all of his sweat and heat radiating off of his body. 

“Okay, I can’t talk right now, I have to go see my friends, and so do you so you also can’t talk right now.” You grumbled as you wrapped your arms around him, not caring at all he was a gross sweaty mess. “But, I will tell you, I have some hardcore feelings for you. Which we will discuss later.” He shrugged at the last part, and you pulled away for a moment, his arms still supporting your waist. 

“Well, that works out well, because I have some hardcore feelings for you too.” A warm smile spread across his lips, and he pressed yet another kiss to yours. And it was even better the second time. 

author’s note// I LOVE this it’s poor writing but the plot is so sweet and tbh relatable anyways hi school started this week i hope i die soon

Picture Perfect - Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester - Chapter 10

Title: Picture Perfect

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: Around 5k

Warnings: Angst, Blood

Prompt: I got it! Can you do a fic where Sam dies while (Y/N) is pregnant with his child and so Dean helps her raise the child and they live the apple pie life and right when Dean wants to propose to (Y/N), Sam returns to life & ANGST. Please and thank you

Special thank you to @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo for being an awesome beta! I wanted to correct on other things you pointed out but didn’t have time to sadly.

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~Three hours ago~

“About mommy?”

“Yeah, and how daddy Sam is taking good care of her. And how that’s the way it was always supposed to be.” he said, his smile slowly falling as he turned to look at his brother almost in sorrow.

“But it’s not, not anymore. And that’s what I am mostly here to talk about.” Sam said firmly, his back straightening.

Dean looked at his brother with pursed lips as he took a deep breath “Meaning?”

Sam opened his mouth to speak but when his eyes fell on the little girl. He soon closed it and gave her a small smile “Sweetheart, why don’t you go play on the computer for a little yeah? Or listen to some music.”

“But- but I want to stay here with you and listen.” she said with a small pout and the very same puppy eyes Sam remembered so vividly you giving him when you wanted something.

“I know princess but this is not something you can understand, and it’s between me and daddy Dean. Will you please do me this favor?” he asked again with a gentle smile and she let out a small and adorable sigh.

“Alright daddy.” she nodded her head, looking up at Dean who bended down to kiss her cheek and she did the same.

“Thank you.” Sam smiled at her as she jumped from the bed and walked to him to kiss his cheek as well.

She tried to tuck a few strands of hair behind her ear as she sat on a chair and pulled Dean’s computer, that was already open, closer to her. She still had a small pout on but Sam knew that he and Dean needed to do this talk without any interruptions. Seems like the first one wasn’t enough after all.

Dean’s eyes lingered on her for a moment before he finally turned to look at his brother “I’m listening.”

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Oikawa, Kageyama and Kuroo + Christmas Special ‘Mistletoe’

Warning: some swear words.

Oikawa Tooru

‘’Oikawa-’’ Kiss. ‘’-stop it-’’ Kiss. ‘’-already,-’’ Kiss. ‘’-you jerk!’’ And what did you get? Another kiss.

After miserably failing to push this needy lips, you tried kicking as slapping, but even these methods wouldn’t stop this monster.

‘’Why should I? It is not my fault we are standing under the mistletoe!~’’ He laughed, pecking both of your cheeks, before coming back to your abused mouth.

‘’Well, it’s not my fault you keep dragging this fucking tree everywhere we go! And put your tongue in my mouth again when we are in public and you will have to explain to Iwaizumi, why you can’t attend practice for the rest of your life!’’  You groaned, pulling his hair as hard as you possibly could, but his dingustinly sweet grin didn’t falter even a little bit. 

‘’One more kiss and I’m done, okay?’’ He asked innocently, tilting his head to the side.

You only nodded in response, agreeing - happy at the thoughts of ending this torture.

Tooru blushed slightly, put his hands around your waist and connected your lips. The kiss was special and domestic in many ways. It felt different than any other, but also very similar.

After five minutes, which seemed like forever, he finally moved away from your probably red face. You cheered in you mind, because now you will have a little more freedom.

But then he fucking pecked your lips again.

‘’Hey! You cheater!’’

‘’I said, no kisses! However, we didn’t discuss pecks, smooches, butterfly kisses, etc. it’s going to be a long Christmas for you, my love!’’
He chuckled childishly, but you still felt an unpleasant shiver run down your spine.

He may look like an angel and all, but deep inside he was a devious creature.

Originally posted by odd-ballduo

Kageyama Tobio

It was probably nothing new, but you and Tobio were arguing again. You didn’t even remember what was the whole thing about, but you were screaming anyway.

You didn’t even care that your loud conflict was placed in the gym in front of your teammates and senpais.

‘’Tanaka-senpai.’’ Whispered Hinata. ‘’Don’t you think we should stop them or something?’’ He asked completely dumbfounded.

‘’I don’t know, I’m not ready to die.’’ The bold male, replied with a frown.

‘’I think I have an idea.’’ Added Sugawara, who literally appeared out of nowhere.

‘’You know what Tobio, sometimes you are so freaking annoying that I don’t know why..-’’


‘’You don’t know why what?!’’ He interrupted harshly, not ready for your answer. His eyes shined furiously.


‘’Heey~ Look up guys!’’ Someone who you assumed was Sugawara-senpai sang, pointing at the Sawamura, who was standing next to you unnoticed until now.

‘’What?!’’ You and Kageyama yelled and looked up in unison.

What you saw, caused the blush on your, now calm, faces. You immediately started regretting nasty words from earlier.

Your bodies froze for a minute, before your eyes finally caught a proper contact and millions of overwhelming emotions made you throw yourselves at each other, into the long awaited kiss.

You were too much in love to behave like that and this cheesy Christmas tradition was able to remind you of that

Originally posted by n-akahara

Kuroo Tetsurou

He wasn’t furious, he wasn’t even angry. He has just started feeling a little more desperate lately.

You and he have been an official couple for two months now and despite his great adoration for you, not sharing a first kiss was absolutely stressing him out.

He has tried to kiss your beautiful pinkish lips on several occasions, but none of his well-prepared ideas have worked so far.

‘’Maybe, you should try under the mistletoe.’’ Kenma stated calmly, not bothering to look up from his phone.

‘’Kenma, you are a genius.’’

‘’Am I?’’

But the volleyball captain didn’t hear his friend’s words anymore, already involving all of his teammates in a new plan.

After fifteen minutes of talking, kicking, arguing at throwing bals at faces - all of yelled some motivation things and decided to do their best to make Kuroo happy…or quiet.


You were currently doing absolutely nothing when Yaku came out of nowhere looking determined for a reason you weren’t ready to know.

He patted your arm gently to gain your attention and asked you to go to the gym. Not wanting to disappoint him, you just did what he asked for.

Opening the gym door, you were welcomed by a swallowing darkness.

‘’Um, hello? Yaku told me to come here..’’

‘’Come closer!’’ Someone, whose voice you could recognise everywhere, whispere from somewhere in front of you.

‘’Tetsu what..’’

‘’Just come closer!’’

‘’Okay, okay. Geez…’’

You made more than five steps and suddenly the lights turned on, almost blinding you.

‘’Wh–What is THIS?’’ You exclaimed, shocked upon seeing the whole gym ceiling decorated with fresh branches of mistletoe.

‘’Surprise!’’ Kuroo’s hands sneaked around your shoulder. His mouth dangerously close to your ear, tickling it with every breath. ‘’Now you have to kiss me.’’ He whispered slowly, trying to be seductive and well, succeeding.

Out of nowhere, realisation hit you harder than three first days of period.

‘’If you wanted to kiss me, you could have just asked.’’ Laughing you turned to face him.

‘’I know, but it was stressing me out–’’ You didn’t even let him finish and kissed him roughly. throwing him off guard.

He was talking to much anyway.


‘’Heey, Yaku-senpai..since we are here too, maybe we could..–’’

‘’Fuck off.’’ 

And poor Lev, left gym whining like a child.

Originally posted by mintsky-a


Requested: Yo can you do an imagine where y/n and Shawn get into a car accident..And Both are hurt..But y/n is hurt bad.. Shawn’s okay but he is damn worried about her.. like there’s a lot of blood and all.. and all this from Shawn’s POV Thanks gurl ❤

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Originally posted by mendesforever

Shawn’s POV

“Y/n!” I shout, but she’s not responding. Her eyes are closed and she’s crumpled against the side of the car. She’s so still, too still. This can’t be happening. This can’t be fucking happening. “Y/n! Baby, wake up, talk to me.” I’m fighting to get to her, but my damn seatbelt is jammed, and the more I fight it the more my shoulder aches. I need to get to y/n, there’s glass, she’s bleeding. She’s hurt. I need to get to her.

I’m screaming for help, for someone to help y/n, because I’m stuck, and I can’t help her, and I need to know that she’s okay. Someone comes into view, squatting down to get a look into the overturned car, “Are you okay in there?” He shouts.

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themoskabot  asked:

holy crap ok so i just thought of an ml au fusion, and you were the first ladybug blog on my dash so here goes: what if you combined blind!adrien au, and the au where your soulmate's first words to you are written on you. so like adrien would come to school and drop something and he'd be looking for it on the ground and marinette would come running up and say something like "oh let me help" and she'd see what she said written on his arm and then he'd say what's written on her arm and she'd (1/2

(2/2) completely freak out and he’d ask what was wrong and she’d just turn completely red and shove the thiing into his arms and run off and escalate even more in her freak out (partially because of the soulmate thing, partially because he’s hot and she’s marinette). anyway, you can go about your business, i just had to tell someone


Adrien begrudgingly woke up, his incessant alarm shattering his dreams. They had been pleasent, from what he could remember. His mother had been there, safe and warm. Colors and lights had danced around him, just as they did so long ago. Adrien wondered, as he often did, what it would be like to see again.

He remembered what it was like, of course, but there was only so much to draw on. He had lost his sight at a young age, due to a chance encounter with a faulty piece of construction equipment. A bolt here, a snapped belt there, and Adrien became a sunglasses aficionado. His mother and father had sued to hell and back, getting a settlement so large they could replace most equipment in Paris twice over. Although, Adrien apparently still had to model per his father’s request, but that train of thought was a little too depressing this morning.

Instead, Adrien yawned and stretched, sitting up before shutting off his alarm. Still groggy, he tried to sit up straight, mentally preparing himself for the day. First, he had breakfast plans with his best buds, Me, Myself, and I, followed by lunch with rousing conversation from his inner monlogue, and dinner plans under the stars. Well, there could be stars. His ceiling could look like anything at this point. Interrupted, of course, by various photoshoots, home-schooling, and asking his father about public school.



Public School.


Quickly, Adrien ran through his room, pulling himself together as quickly as he could. Of course he would almost forget about school, the one day Nathalie actually managed to convince his father it wasn’t too dangerous. Under guard, of course, but that was nothing new. One of the surprisingly few benefits of having no friends over to change his room, is that he had memorized where everything was, able to walk around with confidence. Vaulting over various pieces of furniture, he scrambled together what he could only assume were the highest brands of fashion, since they had been pre-selected by Nathalie the night before, and ran out the door. Slowly, he walked back into his room, picking up his faceted cane he kept by the door. Feeling along the wall, he perused his selection of sunglasses.

“It feels like… A rimless day.” He muttered, grabbing a sleek pair of glasses with metallic bands.

Items in hand, he ran down the stairs, meeting the man simply known as Guerrilla at the door. Flipping on his shades, Adrien snapped his cane to the side, locking it in place. He was thankful Guerrilla was the one escorting him today. Of all the people in his life, Guerrilla was one of the few who didn’t think Adrien was made of glass. He didn’t take Adrien’s arm, or coddle him through life. It was a welcome change of pace, though it could get a little cold at times. Sitting in the car, Adrien could hardly keep still, esctatic to finally learn what a school was like.


Marinette’s alarm jolted her awake, almost making her fall out of bed. She was an incurably deep sleeper, so her mother had insisted on getting one of the loudest alarms on the market. How she had grown to loathe that machine. Still, she had actually woken up to her second alarm, giving her even less time to get to school.

Throwing her outfit together, she found herself once again lost in the faint birthmark along her left forearm. Everyone knew about Soulmarks, the destined first words spoken to you by your true love, but no one really ever talked about them. It was a simple fact of life, like having five fingers on each hand, or waking up just in time to be late to school. Besides, the birthmark faded after they were spoken, so if you had a mark, you hadn’t met The One, simple as that. Still, she couldn’t help but think that anyone who still had their mark felt the same confusion she did.

“And I felt so good about Rimless today.” Seriously, what the hell did that even mean?

Shaking herself out of her confusion, she ran down the stairs, dragging her bookbag behind her. With a quick breakfast and quicker goodbyes, she ran out of the bakery, making her way to school. That is, until she heard the faint ringing of the school’s bell, signifying to all students outside of the grounds that they were, unfortunately, late.

Groaning, Marinette picked up in speed, barely registering the black car pulling up beside her. As she ran, she kept her eye on the main gates. It was unlikely, but they might have instituted some new rule of locking out late students, and she would not be locked out all day. Many things would go over well with her parents, but that is not one of them. She was about to change course, climb the steps three at a time, and jump through the gates for a three point landing, until she ran full speed into a blonde boy getting out of a car. They both toppled to the ground, his bodyguard standing beside himself in shocked silence. It took the two of them a moment to actually react, each for wildly different reasons.

For Adrien, he was simply shocked that someone had snuck up on him like that. Sure, he hadn’t been fully paying attention, and he might have been a little too jittery with excitement, but he usually prided himself on his awareness. Still, this stranger had not only snuck up on him, but tackled him to the ground, all without him noticing a thing. She was like a ninja. A sneaky, clumsy, ninja.

For Marinette, her mind was working overtime, trying to grasp the fact that she had just tackled Adrien Agreste to the ground. Adrien Agreste. The same Adrien Agreste that she had seen a thousand times in her favorite fashion magazines. The son of her idol. Who she had just tackled to the ground. Whose sunglasses were now shattered a ways away. Who was trying to get up now.

Wincing through a scraped elbow, Adrien noticed a missing weight on his face, and reached up for his glasses. Feeling nothing but air, he started pushing off the stranger, trying to find one of his favorite pairs. Stunned, Marinette got off of him, still not quite sure how to process everything that just happened.

Reaching his shattered glasses, he clicked his tongue, saying, “Damn. And I felt so good about Rimless today.”

Finally catching up, Marinette rushed out, “Oh my gosh I am so sorry please don’t hate me I didn’t see you there that was my fault I was trying to get to my class and I’m gonna be late and you’re blind and I just broke your sunglasses I am SO SORRY, here please take mine.”

Holding out her hands, Marinette held a pair of white sunglasses, a floral print wrapping around its bands. With her head bowed, she caught a glimpse of Adrien’s arms, almost cradling his broken shades. And there, wrapping twice around his forearm, was a sprawling wall of text, slowly fading into his skin.

The last words to go were, “Please take mine.”

And that was when Marinette screamed.

Sleep-talking Grantaire

I like thinking about Grantaire talking in his sleep. It’s usually just gibberish and unintelligible murmurs, but he often says words or complete sentences out loud.

Enjolras found out the worst way possible: one of the first nights he and R slept together he woke up hearing his boyfriend whisper:
“..Who’s the little girl standing in the corner?”
He obviously freaked out and switched on the lights, just to see Grantaire peacefully sleeping next to him.

Obviously Grantaire never remembers anything in the morning, so Enjolras reports his gems:
“What time is the swan leaving?”
“I can’t remember where my kidney is”, “Don’t turn off the light while I’m dabbing”…

It’s not always that fun, though. Many times Enjolras wakes up hearing Grantaire cry. “It’s not my fault…”
“Please, don’t leave me alone…”
“I’m trying..I swear I’m trying”…
Those times, he holds Grantaire as close as he can, stroking his hair trying to calm him down.

Once Grantaire was almost screaming in his sleep, so Enjolras woke him up to make the nightmare go away, and tried to reassure him in any way he could. He waited to hear Grantaire’s breath slow down again before allowing himself to close his eyes and go back to sleep.
Just then he heard the whisper:
“Thank you for staying always by my side. I love you so much.”
Whether Grantaire was sleep-talking in that moment or not, he didn’t really care.

I Hate You, I Love You - Pietro Maximoff (2/?)

Originally posted by marvelprincesspants

Summary: The reader likes Pietro a lot, but is painfully shy and gets real awkward around him. She finally works up the courage to tell him that she has feelings for him, but discovers that he has been seeing a new woman that’s on the avengers
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Plus Sized!reader
Word Count:
Warning(s): bullying, name calling, implied self-harm, mentions blood, cursing, self-hate, etc.

A/N: You guys have no idea how much It means to me to hear that y’all like the first part. I’m blushing like a mad woman! haha lol Now, I’m going to try to post a part for this every Tuesday. Due an overwhelming amount of notes, here’s part two.

Song title credit: I hate u, I Love You by gnash.

He should’ve been here ten minutes ago… You thought. Every Friday night was your and Pietro’s movie night. It was one of your favorite nights of the week. You’d give him another ten minutes to arrive. It was unlikely he’d forget; it’s not like him to forget. 

Another ten minutes go by, and Pietro doesn’t show. Sighing, you turn off the TV.

“Speedy didn’t show?” Glancing up, you see Tony standing there. 

“Unfortunately” You voice faltering. “I don’t understand why he didn’t show up though. He always looked forward to our movie nights.”

“You didn’t hear?”

“Hear what?”

“Speedy has a date tonight with the stunning blonde from the party.” Tony stated, “Speedy clearly knows how to pick ‘em” 

“Yeah, the stunning blonde is his girlfriend.” You mumbled. “I’m going to bed… Night.” you left the room before Tony could reply to you. Reaching your room, you launch yourself on to your bed. Hot, warm tears began to coat your face. You wasn’t dumb… you knew Raven had everything to do with him missing movie night. She was determined to get you out the picture, and it was working. Leaning over to the nightstand, you pulled out Penny. 

If only he knew he was killing you slowly…

While in the training room, and out the corner of your eye, you see Raven saunter in with two other agents. ‘Oh great, here comes the onslaught of insults’ You thought.

“Hey Miss Piggy! Trying to lose weight?” Raven called. The three agents roared in laughter.

The second agent chimed in, “Even if she did, she’d still be ugly.”

“She’ll never be good enough for- OH MY GOD YOU’RE SUCH A FREAK!” The third agent yelled. At first you didn’t know why she yelled, but then you remembered you had a wonderful little chat with Penny this morning. Glancing down at your wrist, you see blood seeping out the wound. ‘Shit I thought the bleeding stopped’ you thought. You were completely horrified.

“What’s going on in here? The familiar voiced asked. 

“Nothing Piet just stopping by to say hello to y/n.” Raven replied. Raven sauntered over to Pietro, and gave him a kiss. Standing there watching them together physically made you sick. You’d always fantasized about being in the situation that Raven was in. It was only make believe, and you knew you weren’t ever going to get what Raven has. 

“If you say so” Pietro answered, “Say, we still on for a movie night?” ‘You don’t show up to OUR movie night so you plan a movie night with her?!’ you thought, clearly annoyed.

“Yes sir!” Raven smirked knowing I was watching. Her face only confirmed your thoughts from last night. 

“I’ll see you later?” 

“Yes, yes you will.” Raven kissed Pietro once more. Once Pietro walked out the room, and was far enough away, Raven looked back at me. “I don’t have to read your mind to know you figured out I was the reason why Pietro stood you up last night.”

“Yeah it wasn’t too hard to figure out” You stated. Grabbing your things, you headed for the door. You glanced over shoulder, and back at the three agents “Insults are the last resort of insecure people with a crumbling position trying to appear confident.” 

You walked out the room feeling good about yourself. Now all you needed was a hot shower, and you’d feel better. When you approached the door to your room, you see the door cracked open. ‘Who could possibly be in my room?’ you thought. Opening the door further, you see Pietro sitting on the edge of your bed with something in his hands. ‘No, No, No… He knows.”

“Can I help you Pietro?” You asked. 



“Why would I get a text message from Raven saying you’re hurting yourself and she concerned?”

‘Ha! If only he knew she wasn’t concerned about my well-being’ you thought. “Raven isn’t who you think she is Pietro.”

“Oh? Please enlighten me. I’d like to know who my girlfriend is.”

“Raven is a self-centered bitch who feels the need to bully me making me feel like complete utter shit to get me out the way so she can have you all to herself. I know, that she knows, I have a huge, massive crush on you.” You barked. You were finally getting it all out in the open. Never did you imagine that you’d be telling Pietro you liked him this way. “That movie night we were supposed to have last night? You know the one where you stood me up and left me waiting, yeah, she purposely planned your date knowing it was OUR night to bond.”

“You want to know why I didn’t show up… IT’S BECAUSE I DON’T LOVE YOU. I NEVER HAVE AND I NEVER WILL.” Pietro yelled, storming out the room.

You couldn’t believe him. How could he say something so cruel? ‘It’s for the best… After all, I’m just damaged’ you thought. ‘I’m just a loser asking for attention’ you couldn’t get the words out your head; they were etched in your mind. 

“You want to know why I didn’t show up… IT’S BECAUSE I DON’T LOVE YOU. I NEVER HAVE AND I NEVER WILL!” 

“I swear I’m going to kill him.” Natasha growled, holding you close. After Pietro yelled at you, Pietro stormed out your room. Natasha, being concerned as always, came to see what the yelling was all about. When Natasha came to your room, it broke her heart. She found you on the bathroom floor, in the fetal position, rocking back and forth.

“It’s the truth Nat! I’m not good enough. I’ll never be good enough not for him, not for anyone. I’m disgusting. I mean, look at me!” You wailed, pointing to your body, “I have all this extra weight on my body that I don’t know what to do with. And no matter how hard I try or no matter how hard I train, I can’t get rid of the weight.”

“Look at me ангел(angel)” Natasha paused, “you don’t have to lose weight to feel good about yourself.”

“No, but it sure would help.” You mumbled. Natasha sighed, got up and helped you off the floor. When she grabbed your wrist, you winced. ‘Shit, I hope Natasha didn’t see that’ you thought. Natasha did notice, and she made a mental note of it.

“What will it take for you to believe me?” Natasha asked.

“At this point… Nothing” You stared into Natasha’s eyes, “Tell me this, what do you do when the one who broke your heart is the only one who can mend it?”

Pietro’s a dick and Raven is a cunt so there’s that. Anyway, while I was writing this, I was struggling… like hard. So, if you have any ideas and or suggestions, please message me. It’ll make it easier for me to write parts! 


@letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @m-a-t-91 @punkdoor @chocolatemonkeyrainbows @itsjusthaawo @dancerwriter @trashimaginezblog @iamwarrenspeace @molethemollie @secretsandlove81199

If there’s anyone I missed, I’m sorry. 

You'll Be Okay, Lance

I posted this before on my side blog, but after Tumblr enabled the safe mode thing I deleted it. Now I’ve finally gotten around to reposting it here. Enjoy!


Quiznak, Lance thought. He picked his foot up and looked down with a wince. “At least I found it,” he muttered to himself. Lance bent down to retrieve his MP3 player from the ground. The screen was cracked and the button in the middle had popped off. He tried turning it on, but the device didn’t respond. “Aw, man.” Lance sighed and plopped down on his unmade bed. One of the only things he had left to remind him of his life back on Earth, was broken.

“What am I gonna do now,” he grumbled. There was no way he could fix it. Lance considered just throwing it away and attempting to move on. But, then he remembered something.

Remembered someone.

A certain friend who was great with gadgets, and just so happened to be right down the hall. “Pidge!” Lance exclaimed to no one in particular and jumped up. “She can fix it! Well, probably … hopefully.” Lance excitedly shoved the broken MP3 player in the pocket of his jacket and crept out of his room.

The castle was silent.

He knocked on Pidge’s door three times. The noise echoed in the quiet hallway. “I hope she’s not busy,” he wished aloud. A moment later the door slid open to reveal Pidge standing before him in her pajamas. She offered him a sleepy smile. “Oh, hey Lance. What’s up?”

“Uh…” He took note of her sleeping attire and immediately regretted coming to ask her for something. He hadn’t considered that she might be trying to sleep. It was late. Of course she wouldn’t want to help him right now.

“I’m sorry, were you getting ready for bed? I-I didn’t mean to bother you. I can just come back tomorrow,” he started to back up and turn away. His face felt hot. “No, Lance, it’s okay,” she called out and he stopped. “I was actually having some trouble sleeping,” she rubbed her eyes and readjusted her glasses. Little strands of hair stuck out in odd places around her head.

“Did you need something?” Lance felt relieved that she hadn’t turned him down. “Yeah,” he answered and took a deep breath to try and calm his nerves. “Actually there was something I was hoping you could help me with.” His fingers curled around the crushed object in his pocket.

“Sure. I’d be happy to.” Pidge led him into her room and the door closed behind them with a hiss. The only light source was the lamp that sat on top of the desk. One look at her bed and Lance could tell Pidge had been tossing and turning in the sheets. He wondered how long she’d been trying to get some sleep. He’d have to ask her later.

She sat down in her desk chair, leaned back, and propped her bare feet up on a stack of books by the bed. “Soooo, what do you need?” The drowsiness that had tainted her voice earlier was completely gone now. Lance reached in his pocket and brought out the reason he was there. Pidge held her hand out and Lance placed the small device in it.

“Yikes.” She looked it over then looked at him. “What happened to it?” Lance rubbed the back of his neck and explained. “So, you can fix it, right?” She scoffed and pushed her glasses up her nose. “Of course I can. I’ll have it better than new in no time.” Pidge swiveled around in her chair and began working on his MP3.

Lance sat down on the floor, legs stretched out in front, and rested his back against the bed. He watched her as she tinkered away. Lance had always secretly admired how smart she was. Back at the Garrison, he thought she was a little weird at first. Maybe because she was trying to pass as a boy. He chuckled at the thought of how many times he’d tried to set her up with a girl that had turned him down. Back then, Lance just couldn’t fathom why Pidge kept rejecting his efforts. But now he understood.

“What’s so funny?” Pidge looked at him for a moment waiting for an answer. Lance met her gaze. “Remember when you told everyone you were a girl?”

Pidge laughed, recalling the memory, and turned back around to continue working. “Yeah. Everyone was so cool about it,” she paused and glanced over her shoulder. “Except you. You totally freaked out.” Lance blushed. “Hey! How was I supposed to take it?”

Pidge shrugged.

“Well, what if I told you I was a girl? Hmm?” Almost immediately she answered with, “I could see that,” in a rather serious tone. “And I support your decisions completely,” she added. He could practically hear her smirking. The pink in Lance’s cheeks darkened. “Whatever,” he huffed.

They sat in silence for a few minutes.

Lance couldn’t help but feel a bit awkward as he sat there on Pidge’s floor. Should he try to make conversation? He didn’t want to distract her from whatever she was doing, but the lack of communication was killing him. He had to say something.

Um … The weather’s been nice lately? No. We’re in space, and that’s stupid, he scolded himself.

Started any new projects lately?

How are things with your lion?

Learn any more Altean words?

Lance laid his head on the bed, racking his brain for something, anything really, that would strike up a conversation. Then, a previous question popped back into his head. Lance cleared his throat and spoke up.

“You uh, you said you were having trouble sleeping? Is everything okay?” She halted for a moment and threw her head back, letting out a long sigh. Pidge seemed to contemplate her words before speaking them.

“My brain always picks the most random times to go on overdrive. It’s like, as soon as I finally lay down, I get a million ideas all at once.” She leaned forward and resumed working. “Yeah, I know the feeling,” he said softly. Lately he’d been having problems sleeping too. And Lance just wasn’t Lance without his beauty rest.

“Well what about you?”

“Huh?” Lance stared at the back of her head and raised a questioning eyebrow.

“It is late, and you’re not even in your pj’s yet. What’s keeping you up?” Her voice sounded slightly concerned.

“Oh.” All of a sudden, a wave of sadness washed over him, and he felt as blue as his lion. What was keeping him up? Causing him to lose countless hours of sleep?

Lance was homesick. Simple as that.

He was glad Pidge wasn’t looking at him when he spoke. Her friendly smile probably would have been enough to make him cry right then and there. “I just, really miss Earth. My family, and my old friends.” Lance tried not to let his voice quiver. He chuckled to cover his uneasiness. “I think I even miss Iverson back at the Garrison.”

“Wow,” Pidge giggled, the sound making his heart feel a little less heavy, “you really do miss Earth.” He heard one final click before she turned around to face him. Pidge held out the MP3 in her palm. There were no more cracks in the screen and all the buttons fit exactly where they belonged. It looked like it had just come out of the box. He was going to ask her how she fixed it, but decided not to question the tiny miracle.

“That’s incredible,” Lance marveled, instantly feeling better. He stood up and took his device from her small hand eagerly. “An easy fix. It’s not that big of a deal.”

It was to Lance. Her act of kindness meant more to him than he could even comprehend.

“Thank you.” He tucked the MP3 player into his pocket. “It really means a lot Pidge.” Lance gave her a small, sad smile, then averted his eyes to the floor, not quite sure what else to say. Pidge lifted herself out of the chair to stand in front of him.

He didn’t need to say anything, she understood perfectly.

Pidge wrapped her arms around his waist tightly, and placed her small head on his chest. This took him completely by surprise and he started blushing.

“You’ll be okay, Lance. I know you will.” Her words were slightly muffled by his shirt. He didn’t realize how badly he needed a hug until he found himself enveloping Pidge in a warm embrace. Lance rested his cheek on top of her head and smiled. “Thanks again. I needed this.”

“Me too” she responded. They both sighed contentedly.

“Hey. Do you wanna, maybe, have a sleepover?” Pidge pulled away just enough to look up at him hopefully. Lance couldn’t suppress the smile that spread across his face.

“I’d like that. A lot.”

A/N: I just want my space babies to be happy, yaknowwhatimsayin? I cannot be the only one who would like to see some more Pidgance development. Maybe not necessarily in a romantic sense, but I feel like they would have a really great friendship. I think this ship needs a little more attention. But anyways … Until next time, my lovelies

college au where shawn is an anonymous peer listener at one of those late night college hotline things:

  • you guys are irl acquaintances and like to partner up on projects in this one class but he has a huge crush on you and you have no idea
  • and he hasn’t told anybody he’s a peer listener bc he’s not supposed to for confidentiality reasons
  • but one night after you and your ex get into a huge fight about nothing, he gets an anonymous call and he knows the voice/you mention something that happened that he remembers seeing and it’s YOU
  • and then he’s freaking out but he tries to play it cool and offer “advice”
  • and you - completely oblivious - are like “wow you’re so helpful can i call you again?”
  • and he knows it’s probably against the rules but he can’t help himself; he gives you his number bc you use fb messenger to communicate for class so you didn’t already have it (yay for loopholes)
  • and then you guys start talking about your ex, but then about other things. and your calls get longer and flirtier and later, and he won’t tell you his name but gives you an alias instead
  • and then you find yourself falling for this mysterious boy but meanwhile irl, you and shawn partner up for another project in your class
  • and since you’ve shared a bunch of info and things you like in your calls, he starts putting these things to use irl and you think shawn’s some kind of dream guy, hitting all the right notes
  • and you start to feel guilty: you like phone boy, but you also like shawn from class. and you don’t know how you’re supposed to choose
  • meanwhile shawn feels guilty bc he’s lying to you about his identity on the phone
  • eventually you find out: you bump into his roommate, who complains that he’s always on the phone with “some girl” late at night and you put two and two together
  • and when you confront him, he can’t deny it anymore and you yell at him, feeling betrayed, and storm off
  • and there’s a long period where you won’t talk to him but you still need to finish your project so every time you meet up with him you’re just cold
  • and he feels awful and quits his job as a listener, confessing to breaking their code
  • and you start to miss him and the late night talks, and you go on a date with another boy but it doesn’t feel right
  • and eventually it’s late one night and you have a lot to say so you call him, asking him to do what he does best. “can you listen?”
  • and it’s a long, slow road to forgiveness but when you get there, it’s oh so glorious bc you have the boy who comforted you during your saddest moments and the boy who makes you laugh and the boy who saw the deepest parts of yourself and didn’t run away, all in one person. and things are good
Creepypasta #1076: My Friend Is Sending Me These Weird Texts

Length: Medium

I threw a Halloween party last night, and lots of people came that weren’t, strictly speaking, invited. I wasn’t going to be a hard-ass about it, and there were enough of my friends that showed up that I was able to enlist them to help keep an eye on my place and make sure people didn’t wander places they weren’t welcome. 

Before long, everyone was mingling and having a good time. I saw my buddy Dave chatting up this really attractive girl that I didn’t know, and I remember thinking “good luck, she’s out of your league”, and I think she even asked him out to dinner, but then I promptly forgot about it since I was busy with hosting duties. The only reason I remember it now is because I got a series of increasingly odd texts from Dave after the party. Here’s how it started: 

12:15 am/ Dave: Dood, where am I?

12:16 am/ Me: Dunno. Home, maybe?

12:18 am/ Dave: No. I was at ur party. Now I’m somewhere else.

12:19 am/ Me: Yes, that happens when you leave a party.

12:20 am/ Dave: No, man. I didn’t leave ur party. I was there talking 2 this girl, now I’m here in this room.

12:20 am/ Me: What room?

12:23 am/ Dave: It’s got wood paneled walls, old looking green couch, a blue upholstered wing back chair, an ugly oil painting, some sort of metal disk on the floor, and an old wooden TV.

12:24 am/ Me: A wooden TV?

12:25 am/ Dave: U know- an old tube TV inside a wood cabinet- looks 60s-ish. WTF? Just turned it on. It’s black n white.

12:25 am/ Me: Ok.

12:26 am/ Dave: There’s no door. Or Windows. What is this place? Did you do this?

12:27 am/ Me: Do what? Roofie you and stick you in a room made of the 60s with no way out? No. No, I didn’t.

I’m cutting in here because we spent the next several texts going back and forth - him accusing me of drugging him because I wanted to meet this girl he had been talking to and me denying it; then him telling me what he could pick up on the TV. It sounded like some sort of closed circuit showing him other rooms similar to his, some with a person, and some empty; and finally him giving me a running commentary on his attempts to find a way out of the room. I was ready to tell him I had to go to bed when this happened:

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Broken (1/?)

Genre: Angst
Pairing: Yoongi x Female Reader
Trigger Warning: Domestic Violence
Word Count: 2.3k

Part 2 Part3 

Originally posted by minyoongiaesthetic

The air was cold as you waited by the boardwalk. Your nerves were on high as you anticipated his arrival. Since you have been seeing Manny, your boyfriend, Yoongi had been neglected. Your best friend of 8 years and you barely talked to him. This relationship with Manny was mentally draining. He neglected your feelings and treated you like shit. But, for some strange reason, you stuck by his side. He may be a little rough with you, but you believed the love was mutual.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket.

[5:34 PM]: Hey, I’ll be there in 5 mins – Sugarush

“Fuckhe’s actually coming.” you thought. 

Yoongi was one of your lazier friends. You were hoping he would just completely bail on you. Now that he was on his way, you were beginning to freak out. It was going to be awkward. You hadn’t spent more than ten minutes with him in over a month. Plus, you’d heard that he hated your boyfriend. Jimin had described it as a “fiery, burning passion” kind of hate.

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Stay Professional! Part 2

Work AU! Fluff and Angst: JK x Reader

Read Part 1 Here.

“Where.. what..? What happened?” You slowly opened your eyes to find yourself neatly tucked under your covers dressed in yesterday’s work clothes that stank of alcohol. You immediately felt as though someone had violently stirred your stomach like a thick soup of calm-chowder and ran straight to the bathroom, almost vomiting up the bitter taste of bile. 

Clueless and with a killer migraine, you splashed some cold water on your face and looked up- a reflection of dark eye-bags and hair that defied physics. 

“Oh god..” You mumbled to yourself, evidently becoming terrified at the thoughts of what you could’ve possibly done last night. The last time you got that drunk was all the way back in 1st year university when it was acceptable and was the encouraged norm. So many mistakes were made..

You checked your wrist-watch to find that it was halfway through the day and you’d not left the house for work. Panicking, you hopped in the shower and temporarily forgot about the migraine until you stepped out of the elevator and into the office. 

Greeted with whispers from co-workers and an angry boss that had glued her hands to her hips, it was a reasonable reaction considering your wet hair and struggle to walk in a straight line. 

“Look who decided to show up huh?” 

“I’m so sorry Ma’am. I..” adrenaline rushed throughout your body as you tried to find a reasonable excuse for why you could possibly show up 4 hours late to work. 

“You..? What? What did you do? You look like a mess. You look terrible!” 

Since you couldn’t think of anything logical to say, you’d just decided to tell her the truth. You were experiencing the worst hangover possible so it was understandable that you weren’t thinking the most logical. 

“I went out with my friend last night and I didn’t feel well in the morning. Please let me off the hook.” You sighed, bowing your head down to show respect and asked for forgiveness. 

“You’ve been such a slacking member. You don’t even know how to make coffee and you can’t handle the simplest of tasks. Tell me, how’d you manage you even get this job?” 

You just gritted your teeth together in hopes that she would stop spewing utter bullshit. I didn’t spend ¾ of my life in school to get treated like this.

“My apologies ma’am. I promise you this will never happen again.” 

“You don’t need to kiss my feet. You’re not even worth it. You’re fired.” 

You’re fired. 

I’m fired? 

Those words echoed through your mind and looked up at her with a shocked and annoyed expression. Eyebrows raised and eyes squinted, you looked at her in disbelief.

“E-excuse me?” You scoffed, unable to keep up the ‘submissive-perfect-girl’ image any longer.

“You’re fired. Get out.” She repeated, turning around in a swift motion and walked away from you- tempting you to throw daggers into her back. 

“You’re a bitch you know that? You treat everyone else like shit and think you’re all that when in reality, how are we expected to look up to someone that can’t even dress half as decent as your ugly sugar-daddies? You’re rude and annoying as fuck and then you wonder why you keep getting dumped by all of them you parasite.” Your vulgar language brought the entire floor to a silence. Your co-workers looked at you as if they’d had seen a zombie climb through the window and it looked like everyone’s souls had been sucked right out of their bodies due to shock. 

Your boss was in disbelief and refused to process the words that had ran through her burning ears from anger. 

“What did you just say to me?” She hissed loudly, violently pushing the closest stack of books down onto the ground. She was pissed.. but so were you.

“I’ve just about had it with your bullshit everyday. You make my life miserable and I hope you continue to get dumped because karma really is a bitch.” 

“Watch your mouth you ungrateful bitch!” She grabbed hold of a cup that was full of hot coffee (that was probably made by the secretary in your absence) and threw it in your direction. 

Instinctively, you covered your face with your arms and let out an inaudible scream of fear. To your surprise, no heat or burning sensation followed on. Instead, the scent of rich coffee and expensive clothes put your fear to a halt.

“Am I interrupting something?” Jungkook presented his usual cold demeanour and spoke in an icy tone that was sure to freeze the hottest of fires. 

He swiftly shook off the boiling coffee which dripped down his new Versace coat sleeve that he had purchased recently and stared down at your boss with eyes of pure disgust. 

“I believe this is against not only company rules but normal legislation as well. Your actions will have concerning consequences. Please understand that you will face charges.” He spoke gently with a smile on his face, a sense of deadliness that caused her to whimper in fright.  

A followup of yells from Jungkook’s bodyguards broke the thick atmosphere. 

“Sir! Are you alright?! We’re so terribly sorry sir we got caught up with the CEO in the hallway.” They projected their voices a little too loud for the sensitive ears of Jungkook. 

“Shut up… this is nothing.” He wiped off the excess hot coffee from his coat and threw the tissue at one of the body guards. 

“Are you sure sir? Your mother will be very worried. Would you like me to contact the CEO?” They mumbled with teeth evidently chattering, terrified at the amount of trouble they’d have to face. 

His mother? The CEO? WHAT?!

The realisation hit you like a 5 tonne truck. You’d just been saved by the future CEO of the company. Instead of you, he was splashed with hot coffee. Because of you- he was splashed with hot coffee. How in the world were you supposed to process that kind of information. What have I done?

Y/N, clean yourself up and my office. Immediately.” He barked, causing you to jump in shock from his unusual loud voice. 

Was it possible to die from nervousness? Your heart was beating so fast it felt like it could fly out of your chest at any moment. The sweat that formed in your palms was almost convincing enough to say that you’d just recently washed them. You still looked like a mess and you tried your best to tame down the hairs but there were still persistent strands that stuck up in the most inconvenient places. 

You took a deep breath in and out for the 5th time before pep talking yourself for the 8th and attempted to knock on his door for the 10th time. You gently knocked on his office door and prayed to all the gods in the world for forgiveness. 

“Come in.” He said, his voice now recognisable as you’d gotten a little familiar with his velvety tones- unable to remember exactly why. 

“Did you call for me, Sir?” You shuffled into his office, a plastered blush and anxiety evidently obvious on your features. You stared down at his white tiled flooring and fiddled around with your sweaty thumbs. What could he want from me? I’m already fired. 

“How could you possibly act as if nothing has happened after your actions?” He questioned, resting his hands that were clasped together on the dark mahogany desk. 

“Please pardon my actions. I spoke completely out of line and I apologise deeply for my vulgar language. I’ll leave the company as soon as possible, sir.” 

“That’s not what I’m talking about, Y/N.” He looked at you. The temperature of your body skyrocketed from his curious stares that felt as long as centuries. 

“Do you perhaps.. not recall of your actions from last night?” His voice was firm and stiff, it progressed to increase in volume as he got up from his leather seat and approached you. 

“I.. I don’t have any clue on what you’re talking about sir. I do remember drinking last night though, but I don’t remember anything else. Please forgive me for any inconvenience that I may have caused.” 

“Stop apologising and look at me properly.” He commanded, his husky tone sent you running for the hills inside your head. 

You examined his expression- such a beautiful face and jaw dropping features. The heat rose up to your ears and you felt as red as a ripe tomato. What was he doing? So close up in your personal space. 

“You don’t remember even if I’m this close?” He murmured, a somewhat arrogant smirk that spread across his lips. You felt his words graze your skin and shook your head quickly. 

“Sir I have no clue on what you’re talking about.” You looked away from him, eyes adverted down onto the ground once again. 

“Then what if I do this?” He mumbled, gently placing his hand on your chin to turn your lips onto his. His cold lips felt familiar and somehow relaxing yet you were freaking out completely from his sudden actions. But you couldn’t possibly push him away. He had you wrapped around his finger and continued to deepen the kiss by gently sucking on your bottom lip and trailed his hand down your spine. 

Part 3

Rooftop Season (Peter Parker x Reader) Part 4

Distracted doing homework with you, Peter ends up running late for an outing with Aunt May and things take a turn for the worse.

(Longish) A/N: I haven’t abandoned Rooftop Season guys!! Two things happened: first, I was struck with a massive, nasty case of writer’s block. I didn’t know how to develop the plot (sometimes I plan things when I write, other times I let it flow. For RS I let the direction of the story surprise me). And when I finally overcame that, I was overwhelmed with uni work. Still kind of am, but I found some time to sneak in a new part. I hope I haven’t kept you waiting THAT long, I do apologise, and hope you have still fun reading. Thank you thank you for keeping up with the story so far, I love youuuu

Tag list: @teacoffeeandstudies @rosaetum @totallynotkaibiased

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It was 4.30 pm.

The library was empty as usual, save for you and Peter, both busy slaving away at your respective assignments.

It wasn’t the first time you found yourself alone in his company. In fact, these ‘after school hangouts’ had become the norm between you and Peter.

Ever since he danced to Rihanna and invited you to sit with him for lunch, your friendship with him had deepened.

It hadn’t been easy to get to this stage of easy intimacy. Initially sitting with him and Ned had been nothing short of awkward. The two of them didn’t really know how to make conversation with you, having been so used to entertaining one another. And being shy, you didn’t know how to approach them either.

So more often than not, the three of you would sit staring awkwardly at your plates or phones and make small talk.

Eventually, the tension melted away. Rather than glance at plates for lack of confidence for eye contact, you held staring contests all the times. Phones were no longer on the table except if you were texting each other in the group chat. Superficial jokes turned to inside jokes. Video games at Ned’s house on the weekends were scheduled all the time.

Whereas one time Peter and Ned were solely friendly faces in the hallway, they were now your closest friends. Especially Peter.

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One Last Onision Post

Let’s talk about the last couple days with Onision. He posted a video about Shane Dawson (Why aren’t we surprised?) And had several melt downs. 

Anyway in the direct messages he had with Joy Sparkle Bs he agreed to do the debate on Youtube Live. Then back tracked and said he would do it on Lainey’s YouNow and made a poll asking everyone which platform was more glitchy in hopes to validate himself in some way. (Everyone said YouNow so that backfired.) He then says he won’t do it on Youtube because he doesn’t want Joy to profit. Joy said repeatedly that she would donate everything to charity. She even said she would donate $200 of her own money right then in good faith and she would later prove that all the money raised was given to charity. Onision says no the only way he will do it is if it’s on Lainey’s YouNow because no one will profit. (Lainey is his wife. Even if they have different bank accounts anything she spent the money on food, bills, anything for the kids, or even make up to use on her Youtube channel he would profit. Because they are married so it’s their bills, their kids, their food, and if she uses the make up in videos and gets paid for those videos he again profits.)

So he’s on YouNow and gets excited to see Jaclyn. (Honestly his reaction was pretty creepy. Like you could tell her was so excited but he was trying to keep his cool. Which he tried to seem chill the whole time but you could tell by the way he spoke and by how hard he was trying to stay calm he was freaking out on the inside. Well he’s pissed because Social Repose is there so he tries to guilt him about his ACTUAL stalker. He said Social Repose should apologize to the girl for what happened because that’s what he would do. Which we all know is complete bullshit. If a fan showed up to Greg’s house uninvited he would freak the fuck out. Make a video about it. And call the girl a retarded bitch or a cunt or many different names. Thats how he handles shit. Lastly he made a comment about Jaclyn’s boobs and again we’re not surprised. 

I can’t remember if Jeff came in before those two or after but Onision refused to actually listen to what he said at first and kept saying shit. And even said “How many times do I have to say this to you?” Which is hilarious because people repeatedly say stuff to him and he literally ignores them. So at this point Jeff is like wtf dude why isn’t this guy listening? You know like when you’re saying something to a kid and you repeat yourself a million times and then you get annoyed because they aren’t listening? That’s what happened and then Jeff went off. I thought it was funny. Onision thought he was some kind of puppet master but literally no one thought that.

So Joy finally comes in. She called him sweetie, or hun and he was like, “My name is Greg. Call me Greg.” And she was like “Sorry I get a little brain fogged due to this illness I have.” And then he kept saying she was mentally ill and trying to invalidate what she was saying by that. Even though he admitted he is mentally ill and so is he wife. But somehow they aren’t invalidated? He then made comments about her hair, called her a bitch a couple times, asked why she wanted to get sued so bad. (She basically wants him to try and sue her to 1. Call his bluff. And 2. Prove that he can’t really sue her because legally she has done nothing wrong.) Really just wouldn’t listen to her, let her finish a point, and kept just trying to over talk her. That’s why she kept having to yell. He then bitches out and leaves.

Lainey comes in and talks. She did cry but it was because of the subject not because of Joy. Joy was actually decent to Lainey. Even if she was being fake she still had the decency to try and treat Lainey like a person. 

Sara later came in and again Joy treated her like a person. She could have been being fake right then too but she still didn’t come in an insult her. Even though Sara called her a bitch in her first message to her. 

Lainey’s sister came in a one point. And she did what Onision did which was try and talk over everyone and be defensive about everything. She was pretty rude. So they muted her and she was butt hurt about that. But Joy said she could talk as long as she was respectful. Which the sister could have made her point had she done that. But instead she rolled her eyes and got off.

Greg then goes and of course tweets about being the victim. (Guess he didn’t make Joy cry like he wanted.) Then makes a video where he openly lies about what happened. He tweets that Sara is being attacked on Youtube Live. Sara literally tweets that’s not whats going on. He then makes Lainey out to be the victim even though Lainey chose to talk to Joy and only cried because they talked about Billie. And then he gets in a fight with Drew (Billie’s new boyfriend) and keeps talking shit about Billie who hasn’t said anything about Greg or Lainey in some time. Maybe she made one comment on a video Drew made. But on the internet she really hasn’t said much about the situation. While Greg has. Then I guess he made a video talking shit about Alex and Johnny. (Because they went on Andy’s podcast that Greg is so desperate to get on.) 

So that takes our list to like 9 or 10 people Greg tried to start shit with in the last like two or three days. I had to comment on this because my mind is honestly blown at how ridiculous this guy is. And how people still seem to follow him and think he truly is a victim of bullying when this shit all started because he said he wanted to make Joy cry and to humiliate her. This is the exact same way Donald Trump handles shit!! 

Oh he also told Joy it was Lainey’s dad that he would be using to sue her. He hates his father-in-law and “cut him out of his life” at some point this month so that was funny. He openly lied right there. And he promised he would sue Joy if they debated. And even though he left the debate if he does not sue her he will be caught in yet another lie. “Most honest Youtuber” my ass. 

Alright I’m done. 

anonymous asked:

okay so theres this fic I'm looking for but i pretty much only remember one scene and the basic premise so i understand if you can't find it. so basically it was a roommate au and they slowly fall in love and theres one scene where keith walks in wearing lances shirt and lance says something about it so keith starts to take it off to give to him but lance kind of like freaks out because he has a crush on him. i know this would be so so hard to find so i completely understand if you can't!

ooh i adore roommate au’s! too bad their description of fun and friendship probably isn’t gonna match up with sharing an apartment irl :(
- Vallie

Just my type by Lonely_Ghoul (20/20 | 43,634 | Not Rated)

Looking for: One flatmate to help pay the rent. Must be able to put up with an awkward, crabby, more likely than not will punch you in the face, 21 year old male.

To be fair Keith hadn’t expected anyone to respond. He’d purposefully made himself off putting in hopes that Shiro would
continue living with him or at least pay his half of the rent until Keith got a flatmate(which would be never.) But apparently someone was stupid enough to answer.

Art by @imbirart on tumblr<3


(shallura, hunk/shay)

hnfflepnff  asked:

not a headcannon but what if peter quill had been a girl?? I like to wonder about the difficulties yondu would've had raising a girl lol, I feel like his days would be little more stressful

The awesome person above asked for gender-swapped Peter, and they got it!

It’s been about a month since her 15th birthday when it happens. Peeta stares in mild horror at the blood on her sheets among..other things.

She hurries into the showers before any of the others wake, and cleans up, before dragging her bedding to where they do the laundry and quickly taking care of the stains.

She sits alone in the mess later that day, freaking out completely to herself, trying desperately to remember if she’d gotten nicked on any recent raids.

‘Is..is that normal? Do Terrans just..randomly do that? Ok, calm down-calm down, you’re just making yourself worse.’

She tries to remember if mama ever did anything like this..but instead of answers, she just finds herself slumped over on the table in tears.

Kraglin comes and sits down across from the crying teenager, asking what’s wrong with her. Peeta manages to blubber out ‘Mama’ before sinking back onto her arms again. Her fellow Ravager kind of just..awkwardly reaches across the table and pats her on the head.

She spends the rest of the day trying to hide the continual bleeding while in various states of emotional distress.

The next morning, she wakes up in awful, unbearable pain, and doesn’t get out of bed on time. She’s two hours too late by the time she hears Yondu’s stomping footfalls down the hall.


As his shouting grew nearer, she just coiled in on herself even more, wanting either everything to go away, or for Yondu to just put her out of her misery.

Suddenly the door to her bunk slides open and everything is too much. Too bright, too cold as Yondu rips her sheets away from her, chewing her out all the while.

“C'mon! Get up, you lazy little-…Peeta?”

Yondu stared at the girl in shock. At the pool of blood surrounding her. How she was clutching her middle in obvious pain. He quickly knelt down to her level, attempting to turn her over so he was facing the side he assumed the injury to be on.

“Quill? Quill! Girlie, come on, what happened? You tell me who did this and I’ll kill ‘im!”

Finally, after much grappling, Yondu managed to flip Peeta onto her other side and get her to uncurl herself long enough to check for injuries.

She fought him the entire time, but he managed to pry her hands away from where they were glued to her hip. He found no apparent source to the blood on the bed.

“It hurts at yer hip, but I don’t understand it, Peetie, I can’t find where you’re bleedin’ this bad from..-”

Peeta suddenly caught her second wind and began to sit up in the bed, wincing at the ebb and flow of each wave of new pain. She panted lightly as she began to talk.

“Da-..” She stopped herself short. That had almost slipped out far too often lately.

“Y-Yondu..bleeding..I’m bleeding from..down there.”

The centurian paled, but his face flushed nearly simultaneously.

“Um..Girlie, if you don’t mind my asking..from where down there?” He asked sheepishly.

“Number one.” Peeta groaned, balling her fist and jabbing it into her left hip.

And suddenly it clicked. It occurred to Yondu that Terrans must be one of those species that..expell..certain biological material.

“Uh..Quill, I’d hate to break it to ya, but this is actually..normal. At least for yer species. And if this is the first time it’s happenin’ to ya..well, then I expect you’re in for a rude awakening. Because it’s gonna keep happening. Although I don’t know exactly when next. I’ll give ya some restin’ time till it stops. Bout three days.”

“Wait!! What do you mean, you don’t know?!”

“You’ll just have to keep an eye on how long it is til the next one once this one ends. Next time ‘round, I’ll get you some suppressors to deal with the pain and break down the rejected blood before it leaves ya.”

“That’s a thing?”

The Ravager king nods.

“Then for the love of God, get in touch with a dealer, because I don’t know if I can keep going through this.” She gripes at him, flopping dramatically down onto her bed. Yondu laughs halfheartedly.

“Sure thing, Peetie.”


So I’m reading some LGBT articles and I noticed one titled: 13 LGBT comic characters to watch out for in 2017. I love comics, so I read it, and it mentions Batwoman, who is an out lesbian known as Kate Kane. And lo and behold a very amazing sentence caught my eye.

She’ll also be appearing on The CW’s Supergirl.

So as I proceeded to freak out, because there will be even MORE lesbian representation on my favorite show, googled it and caught another article that confirmed it, and I remembered a little something about Batwoman. She is married to a certain police officer named Maggie Sawyer in the comics (Maggie’s character has been around since 1987 and was one of the first openly gay characters in comics.) And some recent set photos of Maggie’s ex popping up have been floating around. The show has more liberties, as they don’t specifically take from the comics completely. And before anyone says “the producers said they aren’t,” they also said Clark would never fly in Smallville, and that Superman wouldn’t be on Supergirl. They lie. All the time. So with that said….

Alex Danvers as Batwoman 2K17! 

anonymous asked:

Hey!!! I love your aus, they're all amazing, but I had a question about your msa one. So, msa!Izuku has missed a few days of school, and... of, well. Being home. So, doesn't that mean his mom is totally freaking out about Izuku being missing? I remember in the 1st chapter it was mentioned that Izuku's mom was worried over his (lack of) sleep habits, but I seem to recall you mentioning that you weren't planning for his mom to find out about his nightly trips or arrest... Good luck with school!

thanks! school is going well so far, pretty sure its gonna kick my ass but im having a great time. as for msa izuku and his sudden unexpected absence, there is an explanation for why his mom isnt completely out of her mind with worry, which i will get to in a couple chapters, but it’s also not a huge spoiler so if you like spoilers here you go. 

izuku is going to an arts/social sciences/humanities school thats pretty far from home, so similar to what ura/raka did when she got to yuuei, izuku is renting a tiny apartment in that city so he doesnt have to do an unfortunately long commute to and from school every day. his mom’s still living in musutafu. they video call a lot, by which i mean its mostly izuku’s mom video calling him because he’s forgetful and also doesnt know how to reciprocate affection. its fun times for all, and also izuku shouldnt be allowed to live on his own bc its a minor disaster