i spelled your name right this time!

anonymous asked:

hkjfkndzx I really liked the enemies to lovers one !!!!!! can we get on for yoongi ?

  • you work at a coffee shop that’s pretty popular and tbh you’re a good barista,,,,,,like you’re nice and you wish everyone a great day,,,,,but you do have ONE pet peeve 
  • and that pet peeve is people who talk on the phone while they’re ordering,,,,,just because,,,,,,,it’s rude
  • like how are you supposed to catch their order in between a bunch of conversation that has nothing to do with you???
  • but thankfully, most people either put the phone down or excuse themselves from the line if they have a call
  • except,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,min yoongi
  • the first time he stopped by the cafe he was mumbling low into his phone, telling someone named hoseok that he didn’t know where jungkook was - he wasn’t his dad
  • and you’d been like ok,,,that sounds kinda serious a missing friend so you thought he’d just step to the side
  • BUT ,,,,,, he  didn’t
  • he stood there taking before glancing up at you with the most apathetic look in his eyes and going “well, aren’t you going to ask me what i want?”
  • you’d sort of stuttered in response because,,,,,what?
  • but snapping out of it you picked up a cup and went “what will you have?”
  • but,,,,,he’d just went back to whispering on his phone and if it weren’t for your boss standing five feet away at the latte machine you might have crushed the cup in your hand out of frustration
  • long story short he’d given you a bleak ‘iced whatever but not vanilla’ and you’d grumbled to yourself that that wasn’t an order
  • but the line was getting long and begrudgingly you just caved and said “ok, your name?”
  • “yoongi.”
  • with that he’d stepped to the side and you,,,,,,holding the sharpie marker in your hand began to write ‘y-,,,,,,,,yoongus’
  • and you didn’t know WHY you wrote something that ridiculous. but you did
  • but it looked like he never noticed because the next day you saw him again,,,,,,,texting this time and saying iced whatever and you,,,,,,,couldn’t stop yourself at this point
  • for the next two weeks it was just you misspelling his name every way possible; “moongi, yongs, yams, yoonlee, yahoo, yuckngi, yesterday, goongi, yoyo, etc”
  • and him either not caring or not noticing because he’d come in,,,,,,and even when the other barista would call out ‘yams’ he’d be like ‘mine’ and leave
  • not sparring ONE glance back at you
  • until,,,,,,one day he came in and to your shock,,,,,,he wasn’t on his phone
  • instead he’d strolled up to the counter 20min before closing and you’d sighed getting your sharpie ready to write something that definitely wasn’t yoongi
  • when he motioned to the cup and was like “get it right this time.”
  • crinkling your nose you murmured that oh,,,,he finally noticed
  • and yoongi, without looking at you went “of course i did, here im going to spell it to you get ready”
  • biting back the urge to tell him that you very well knew how to spell his freaking name you waited
  • until yoongi’s eyes dropped from the menu and met yours,,,,,a small smile on his face
  • (that you had to admit was cuter than you expected it to be,,,,,,,,,,,anyway)
  • and he repeats a list of numbers and you’re like ???? is this some kind of joke because of how ive kept misspelling ur name????? are u giving me your name in some kind of scientific code?????
  • yoongi shakes his head at your expression and goes “it’s my number.”
  • shocked,,,,,,you feel the sharpie fall out of your hand and you’re like “w-why your number????” 
  • yoongi tilts his head and goes “only people im dating can call me yongs, yams, or yahoo.”
  • and with that he turns to leave but stops at the door and goes “this place closes in five right, ill wait and we can go get dinner together - on me.”
  • and as you watch the door close behind him,,,,,you blink and feel your heart speed up in your chest and you’re like no no no i cant like him he’s,,,,he’s,,,,,,,,
  • but also,,,after your shift you see him,,,, leaning against the side of the building,,,,,and your heart speeds up again and ok dammit u might just wanna see where this goes,,,,,,with yongs- i mean yoongi 

anonymous asked:

Okay...weird shit happejed to you throuout yojr life, but has anything happened on Halloween specifically (other than you selling your soul to a demon)

Alright, it’s time for the requested and promised Ouija Board Story™

Listen, before I start this I wanna put a REALLY STRONG trigger warning on it- I really, truly recommend you not read this if you’ve been affected by suicide or get very easily freaked out by thoughts of death and the afterlife. I am not fucking kidding around here, okay? Someone in my family killed themselves over the summer and I’ve been trying so hard to not think about this whole event, because it’s terrifying to imagine anyone I know in this situation. Really think about it before you keep reading, okay? While this is an interesting and cool story I’m posting for Halloween, I don’t wanna get anyone too freaked out. If you think this is gonna mess with you or sit with you, just keep scrolling. 

This happened in 2015. My friend Zoe (@commando-rogers) decided to have some friends over for Halloween, because like, who doesn’t want plans on Halloween, right? Also there was Alexa (@starshiprangpr), Patricia (@trishaslats), Liz, and Ian (I don’t know if they have accounts if they do I’ll add them later). I’ve known these guys for years, so it was sure to be a fun night. 

Now, like. I’m bored with life. I’m freshly 20 years old. It’s Halloween. I’m dressed like Mabel Pines. I’m ready to fucking party. And we did have, you know, regular, normal fun at first- ate junk food, joked around, stuff like that. Average hangout. But then, a few hours into the night…Zoe pulls out a fucking Ouija Board. 

I’m immediately on the other side of the room, tbh. I’m very interested in paranormal stuff, and I was raised Catholic, and I’m also not a dumbass, so I know not to fuck around with Ouija Boards. You just don’t use them, ever! It’s never a good idea! Even if nothing talks to you through it, you’re still opening yourself up for something to happen. But I also knew this was five against one, so I didn’t stand much of a chance complaining. I conceded to watching whatever happens from a safe distance on the couch and not actually touching the board. Lord knows, I insisted, with my luck? Touching the board will get my ass possessed. 

The girls seemed to somewhat agree with me on that- Ian was the only person who agreed to use the board with Zoe. Ian’s a very smart, logical guy, you know, like the token genius asshole friend that you love to death even if he gets a little condescending occasionally? Love the guy. But he was pretty sure it was all bs and nothing would happen, versus Zoe’s deep belief in the paranormal, so they made a bit of a weird pair working the board. I remember texting my friend Raychel about what was about to happen, and getting the response “YOU MOTHER FUCKING WHITE PEOPLE FIT ALL THE HORROR MOVIE ARCHTYPES GET YOUR BULLSHIT TOGETHER AND DONT DO THIS”. And I agreed with her, honestly, but I did actually have a strong curiosity to see if anything would happen. Zoe had told me all about her trying to use the board by herself before (bad!!! idea!!!)- she said she never got any words out of the board, but her camera or phone or whatever she was trying to film the session with would always malfunction or die unexpectedly. No one expected what happened though. 

Now, before I really start, I wanna say- could this have all been an elaborate hoax by Ian or Zoe? Sure. Absolutely. Believe that if you want- but Zoe was so freaked out and even got all shook when we were going over details the other day, and Ian seemed really rocked, and honestly I can’t think of anything they’d get out of keeping up a ruse on it for two years now, especially when people they’re good friends with were literally crying during this mess, so…I really don’t think this was fake. Like, I want to believe it was fake. As I mentioned in the trigger warning, this has really stuck with me and been bugging me as of late, so if one of them suddenly fessed up that it was a prank? I would fucking jump for joy! But it doesn’t look like that’s the case (otherwise, they’re just, you know, dicks by this point). So, anyway, whether you believe it or not, just know that I am absolutely not lying about anything that happened in this story. I’m recounting everything truthfully. 

Okay, so…Ouija Boards have rules, you know? You have to be polite, say hello and goodbye even if nothing speaks to you, you have to keep at least two fingers on the planchette and ‘charge’ the piece, I’m not going over all the guidelines right now. And also, when a living person is manipulating the planchette…Like, you can tell. You can feel it. Zoe and Ian charged the piece, we all said hello, and we waited in silence. 

Zoe asked ‘Is there anybody here?’

Nothing happened for a long moment, but then…the planchette slowly started sliding towards ‘YES’. 

Ian was trying to look like his eyes weren’t wide, and going ‘Zoe! Zoe are you moving it!’ but Zoe was already having a mild freak out, her voice higher then normal and repeating ‘Holy shit holy shit holy shit!’ (like I said…she’s a deep believer in the paranormal). 

When it finally landed on yes, she took a deep breath and tried to seem a bit, I guess, politer. “Um, okay, hi, I’m Zoe? This is Ian and our other friends. What’s your name?”

…K…E…V…I…N.

Patricia made some joke about the name but got shushed. 

“Are you…usually in my house?”

‘NO’.

“Are you…here for someone?”

‘YES’.

We’ve only been at this for a few minutes and there was already that feeling in the air- you know, the one that gets over described every time anyone recounts a paranormal experience? Just a heavy feeling in the air, a twisted feeling in your gut, the feeling that someone is right behind you. Tension was building even though nothing had really happened to warrant it yet. 

“Who are you here for, Kevin?”

The planchette starts to slide towards the ‘I’. Cue to five girls yelling “IAN” in high pitched, worried (and some teasing) voices as the boy in question’s eyes are flying out of his head. 

It spells out the rest of his name. Zoe asks, “Is there anything you want to say to Ian?”

…H…E…L…L…O.

Me, an asshole who needed to cut some tension before she got sick: “Hello from the other side~~~~~~”.

Pillows were thrown at me.

The board respelled ‘Hello’. 

I will literally never forget the awkward forced smile on Ian’s face, or the raised eyebrows, or the way his confused voice cracked when he said, “…Hi, Kevin?” 

…H…I.

“How do you know Ian?”

…F…R…I…E…N…D…S.

Ian looked at is, giving an insistent whisper of “I don’t know any dead Kevins!”

That had us all stumped for a few moments, before “Do you think maybe like, past lives?”

Zoe asked Kevin if that was right. The planchette flew to the ‘YES’. 

“So Ian was your friend in his past life then? Who was he?”

…E…V…A…N.

“Evan! So how did Evan die?”

…C…A…R.

“Oh. Were you, like…with him?”

‘NO’.

“How did you die then?”

Nothing happened for a few minutes, the piece didn’t move an inch. They recharged it and Zoe tried again. “Was that a rude question? Do you not want to talk about that?”

‘YES’.

“I’m so sorry, we’re not trying to be rude.”

…F…I…N…E.

We started brainstorming for better questions (Zoe or Ian had to be the ones to formally ask, though). 

“Where were you from?”

…O…H…I…O.

“And what year did Ian die?”

(I’m going to admit here that I can’t remember the exact year, it was definitely around the 1920′s or 30′s, though. We all thought it was a bit odd that the death year wasn’t exactly close to Ian’s birth year)

“What year did you die?”

He spelled out the same year. 

“Oh? Um…how long after Evan did you die?”

A long pause, and then: …W…E…E…K. 

“But you didn’t reincarnate like Ian?”

‘NO’. 

“Why not?”

The board fell silent again. They recharged. “Sorry. Um…Why did you decide to find Ian in his current life?”

…B…E…S…T…F…R…I…E…N…D. 

Before we could all start flat out cooing at that, it kept going, spelling out ‘…S…A…F…E.’

“Oh, so you’re his guardian angel?”

…C…L…O…S…E. 

“Close?”

No response. “Okay…How did you know Ian was Evan?”

…H…I…S…E…Y…E…S. 

(cue everyone going ‘awwwww’) “You have the same eyes when you reincarnate?”

‘YES’. 

“So…what were you doing before Ian was born?”

It fell silent again. 

“Kevin? We’re sorry?”

…F…I…N…E. 

“What did you mean by ‘close’ to a guardian angel? Are you not an angel?”

‘NO’.

“So…what are you, then?”

…S…T…O…P.

“Okay, sorry. Um…Is anyone else here with you?”

…Y…E…S.

“Who’s here with you?”

…D…E…A…T…H.

DEATH.

WHEN I TELL YOU WE SCREAMED. No one was Goddamn prepared for an answer like that! We’re just a bunch of asshole teens! None of us actually wanna die! What the fuck!!!! 

While we were all busy freaking out and trying to rationalize, Zoe managed to choke out a “Is…Death here for someone in this room?!”

‘NO’. 

“Is Death going to effect someone in this room?”

‘NO’. 

That got us to all calm down slightly, but….We were literally just told DEATH IS AMONG US. We were still freaking out, and were trying to figure out what Kevin meant by that. After a while though, something clicked. 

“Kevin? Does Death just have to be with you in order for you to talk to us?”

‘YES’.

THIS.

THIS LITERAL GODDAMN GHOST GOT PISSED OFF AT US.

AND SAW THE OPPORTUNITY TO FUCKING TROLL A BUNCH OF SHITTY TEENS. 

AND HE GODDAMN TOOK IT.

I HAVE NEVER RESPECTED A MAN MORE IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. I STILL CANNOT GET OVER THIS. Eternal hats off to you, Kevin, oh my God.

We all slowly recovered from that scare, a little more wary about pissing Kevin off but also…more curious, because there was a lot to ask and a lot he seemed to want to hide. 

“Um…so is Heaven and all that real?”

A very, very long pause. Zoe and Ian almost went to recharge and try a new question, but then it slowly slide over to ‘YES’. 

The pause seemed to make it clear it wasn’t something he really wanted to go into. But, “So…what’s Heaven like?”

A long pause. …D…R…E…A…M.

“…And…is hell real?”

The planchette immediately flew around the board, spelling: …N…I…G…H…T…M…A…R…E.

None of us really knew what to say about that. 

We asked a few more questions, but Kevin still didn’t want to talk about himself that much. He liked talking about Evan, though (After this night, we had a running joke for a little bit about ‘cant believe we’re shipping Ian with a ghost’. There were some ‘implications’ I remember we all picked up on) But he still avoided questions pertaining to him. Zoe had a very worried look on her face around this point. She had been very curious about Kevin’s unwillingness to talk about certain topics, and things were slowly piecing together in her mind. She tried once more to get answers. “Kevin, I’m really sorry for asking, but I just- Um, I’m sorry, but did you kill yourself?”

There was a bright flash in the room. 

That made everyone jump and look around- we had caught it in the window, but we couldn’t see anyone outside or around the house. Zoe’s parents and brother were upstairs. We couldn’t find anything that would have caused it. It was just a flash, but we were completely alone and with the timing of the question…Well, everyone was unsettled about it. 

We eventually settled back down and recharged the board. “Kevin?…Did you?”

Slowly, it slid towards the ‘YES’. 

“…Because Evan died?”

‘YES’.

“And…that meant you couldn’t be reborn?”

‘YES’. 

“So…what happened?”

It stayed still. 

I had a very sick, sinking feeling in my stomach at this- I’d gone to Catholic school for 9 years, and I knew suicide is classified as a sin. In the more modern times the Church stopped being awful about it, always prayed for suicide victims and didn’t deny them burials anymore and always told the families the same spiel about being in God’s hands, but…It was still considered a mortal sin none the less. I told the group as much. 

Zoe said in a small voice “Were you…in hell?”

A long pause. ‘YES’. 

Fuck.

“Um…for how long?”

…F…O…R…E…V…E…R.

“That’s why you’re not a guardian angel then? Because you were in hell?”

…D…E…M…O…N.

“How did you…get out to find Ian?”

…L…I…L…I…T…H.

We’d all been on edge with the turn of the conversation, but that. Fuck. I nearly lost it at that. Zoe and the other’s asked who Lilith was, because she’s not common curriculum, but, well, short story answer- She was created before Eve, but she didn’t want to submit to Adam, so she was tortured to give birth to a dead child every day, but other accounts and stories of her do go on to say she became a lead torturer/essentially queen of hell. Fucking. 

Lilith let you out of hell?”

…Y…E…S.

“Why? Like what for?”

…I…D…O…N…O…T…K…N…O…W.

“You don’t….You have no idea why they let you out?”

‘NO’. 

“So you found Ian and became his…Guardian demon? Is that a thing?”

…Y…E…S.

“Does everyone have one?”

…Y…E…S. 

“Do I have an angel or a demon?”

…D…E…M…O…N.

Zoe, even though she’d been talking to a seemingly reasonable demon all night, looked a little worried about that. Back then we had a running joke in our friend group that Zoe was Satan, and well “Um, do I have a demon because of all the jokes I make?”

…Y…E…S.

“Um??? I’m sorry? Fuck.” 

We were all a little #shook but trying not to laugh at the look on her face at that. She went on to check with Kevin that having a demon instead of an angel didn’t actually mean anything bad, she wasn’t in like, undead trouble or anything, the only difference is the demons are usually working off a debt or something versus the angels not…But when Zoe and I were going over this the other day, she did suddenly realize that she hasn’t made a single Satan joke since this night and she’d ‘feel weird if one was made now’. Make of that what you will. 

He said me and the other girls all had Angels (Shoutout to you, Sarah! I’m still kicking at 22!).

Patricia, however, wanted some proof that ‘Helena’ existed and was there for her. Which is reasonable. She asked if her angel wanted to tell her anything. There was a brief pause before the planchette spelled out: …E…R…I…K…I…S…G…O…O…D. 

We were y e l l i n g. Listen, I know that’s clearly not going to be convincing evidence to a bunch of random people reading this, but basically Erik had been dating her best friend at the time and she was just…Very worried about the relationship. Very worried. For many reasons.‘Erik is good’ is exactly the thing she needed to hear from a guardian angel. (And, spoiler alert from two years in the future: he IS good!) But like. She teared up hearing that. It was nice. 

We tried to stray into lighter topics than the whole hell thing, because, again, fuck- I remember thinking to myself at some point ‘this poor guy is after-living the plot to a really great book’- but none of us wanted to upset him again and none of us wanted to get anymore upset ourselves. Liz had already had a panic attack by this point (the hell talk obviously got to her), and she was actively trying not to sob as she asked if she could speak to any passed on family members. We were told pretty much everyone gets reborn and there was no one else around except for Kevin and the other guardians (and good ole’ Death, of course). 

Ian’s got a big birthmark on his face, right? It’s adorable and we often made a lot of jokes about it (fondly), so at some point, while trying to stay on lighter topics, someone asked ‘Did Ian have that birthmark in his past life?‘

…S…C…A…R.

Now, I don’t know if you’ve ever heard about that theory that birthmarks have to do with how you died in a past life, but….shook. We all started trying to figure out if we had any meaningful birthmarks. Zoe got further freaked out because she has one on her wrist and one on her temple. What the fuck did she theoretically get up to in a past life?

That was the last really substantial thing he gave us, all the other questions tapered off so we could try to pretend we hadn’t learned we were talking to a demon who went to hell for no seemingly good reason and also no one would be able to talk to dead loved ones. After we finally came to a loss for questions, and people started having to leave- we just did the proper ‘goodbye’ and everything, followed all the rules, put the board away and split up. Liz was still drying her eyes when she left. Ian was mumbling to himself and swearing up and down he didn’t fake all that.  Zoe was frantically researching the information we received and kept repeating that that was the craziest fucking thing that ever happened to her (and she actually did find some thread about guardian demons). We talked about it for a bit before I went home. 

And, it’s like…Again, this could be nothing. But it doesn’t feel like nothing. It feels like a shifted view because…Even if it’s not real, it’s still an outlook on the afterlife that I had never considered before, and it’s…horrifying? This whole night I’ve just never been able to shake, I can’t get it out of my head, because if it is true? Fuck. If it’s true, fuck. The whole drive home I couldn’t help but think ‘ignorance is bliss’. 

It just left me with so many questions, questions I literally don’t think you can get the answers to until it’s too late, and…I don’t know what to do about that. 

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I wanted to draw that ‘I’m a barista at Starbucks and I can never spell your name right, how about you write it down for me and also maybe give me your number?’ au (x) for a long time but in Nyx’s POV. And I finally did it! YAY!

I tried to used the Sexy Librarian Nyx (x) (x) coz I’m pretty sure he needs his caffeine and the cute barista who keeps messing up his name…on purpose.

The Worlds Greatest Detective

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Request: Hey there:) can I request something where Bruce comes back from patrol frustrated because the trail he was tracking went cold or something so the reader helps him blow off some steam? Can it be a little smutty please? Thanks;)

Description: After going on a wild goose chase with none other than The Riddler, Bruce returns frustrated and defeated. Y/N attempts to make her lover feel better, but only one thing can make him feel like himself and clear his mind. 

Smut: yep! 

Words: 2266

Requests are open!

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anonymous asked:

so...a Victuuri version of that Adam Scott, Mark Hamill clip needs to happen y/y?

“38.7 million views in 24 hours. Do you know what that means? You beat Adele. You beat the Avengers. You beat that Psy video where he wears harem pants and pushes people off treadmills. You are in a very exclusive club, my friend.”

The audience laughs, and Yuuri should laugh too, but Kerry Washington’s skin is perfect and he can’t stop staring. And her teeth are so white that they don’t even look like teeth. It’s like when he was writing his thesis and spent so much time staring at the opening sentence of the discussion section that he had to check four times to make sure he spelled “the” right. There’s a name for that sort of brain malfunction, but hell if he knows what it is. 

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Tell Me

Summary: Sam has this habit of distracting you every time he comes to visit. Working out more, forgetting to wear a shirt, you know the drill. But what happens when he finds a way to distract you when you’re in class as well?

Word Count: 5187 (got a little carried away. Not sorry at all)

Warnings: Implied smut. Sam Fucking Winchester (let’s be honest here, he is a warning all in himself)

A/N: @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba​‘s fic Sexy Bastard is the fic that started this whole thing. Seriously, as soon as I read her summary “Sam is a fucking tease, okay?” I knew that I was done for. I’ve been working on this for an entire week because it just had to be done. Also, perfect timing! Happy Birthday Sam Winchester, you tease!

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“How about that homework last night?” Jonathan asked, sliding into his normal seat beside you.

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Nelly groaned, turning in her chair to talk to you two. “Lil and I worked on it for six hours and we still don’t know if we did it right.”

“Right?” You agreed emphatically, getting war flashbacks to your battles with the case study and your excel spreadsheet. “I swear, we haven’t even learned half of the stuff it was asking us to do.”

Rhetta pushed her chair closer and you fought to hold back your eye-roll. Here comes her self-righteous, better-than-you speech. “Actually, we learned about the regression analysis last week, and it was just a hop, skip, and a jump to answering question five from there.”

How about you just hop, skip, and jump away from us?

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Leigh’s Signing FAQ 

What the hell is The Language of Thorns? It’s a book of original illustrated fairytales set in the Grisha world. Think of them as the stories Nina or Matthias or Nikolai would have heard growing up. (The art is by Sara Kipin and it is beyond beautiful.) 

But where’s my city?? Since I have two books out this fall, I’m going on TWO tours. My Wonder Woman: Warbringer dates will be up later this afternoon. Can’t promise your city will be there, but ya never know. 

Do I need a ticket? Can I bring books from home? Some events are ticketed. Each bookseller has sliiightly different rules, so please make sure to call your local store/venue if you have questions. Some require purchase but all should let you bring books from home too. 

Can I buy books there? Yes! Please do! All of my books will be available for purchase, including Wonder Woman: Warbringer. As I said, some stores require a purchase for the signing line, but others don’t so please check with your local. 

How exactly does this go down? I’ll talk a little bit and answer lots of questions. (What comes next in the Grishaverse? You will know! What’s Kaz’s favorite breakfast cereal? Trick question! He hates cereal. He eats waffles sprinkled with iron filings.) Then you’ll line up to get your book(s) signed and personalized. I’ll try to spell your name right. I may ask if you have a favorite character so I can write a quote in your book. Time permitting, we’ll take pictures. I’ll hand you some free Grishaverse swag. We’ll discuss the new season of Game of Thrones. 

What if I’m shy and don’t feel comfortable chatting? No worries at all. You can pre-order a personalized book from any of these stores if you’d prefer not to do the line thing. You can also just hand me a note or not talk. Zero judgments. You’re among book people i.e. the best people.

Cosplay? Oh hell yeah. Come as your favorite Grishaverse character and you will be rewarded! 

Can I bring you a gift? Of course! And I will be nothing but grateful. But books are expensive and, as your witch aunt, I want to encourage you to spend money on yourself. Buy more books to support more authors! Drink all of the delicious coffee beverages! Invest in a fanciful hat. Really, the opportunities to be irresponsible with cash are endless. 

simon imagine - play pretend

REQUESTED:   “an image about y/n and simon walking outside together as friends and y/n see’s one of her ex and simon pretends to be y/n’s boyfriend and make the ex jealous and simon is being all cute with her and in the end y/n kinda felt simon was actually her boyfriend"

sidenote: this is a lil different and is written from y/n’s pov but quite personally so ye tell me what you think

I think the worst part about a break up is the anticipation about seeing them afterwards. Because you know you will. Whether it’s five months down the line, or five years down the line, you’re gonna bump into them, and it’s gonna hurt. A lot.

The first few months are the worst; everybody creates heart palpitations. Any tall looking guy with curly hair - and there are a few of those around my area, believe me - are a warning sign upon first glance. But every time they’d turn around, and it would just be a false alarm.

It gets to a point where you almost hope it’s them. Not because you miss them, or you want to talk to them, or even want to see them…but you just wanna get it out of the way. You want to be able to say yes, it’s been five months, and yes, that one strand of hair still falls over his forehead like it used to, and yes, his eyes still sparkle just as much; but I don’t care anymore. I don’t need to worry about that anymore.

No matter how over an ex you think you are, deep down you know you wanna look good that first time. You want to make them regret. It’s not an ‘I want you back thing’ - it’s just a superficial, I crave other people’s validation way too much thing. I knew from the very first day without Y/Ex/N I needed to make him some sort of jealous when that interaction first happened.

And so I did.

It was a late night, sort of. Something like midnight. I was tipsy - not enough to lose responsibility over actions, but enough to be…confident. We were in the centre of London, just Simon and I, finding a place to carry on the fun of our night.

It wasn’t like it sounded - the fun was platonic. We were just a couple of close friends, stumbling around the city that never sleeps with warm, intoxicated breath and blurry smiles.

I heard him before I saw him; his deep, almost shrilling voice, so naturally pitched it was almost inaudible. I think Simon heard him too. I think he tried to pretend he didn’t.

“Y/n,” his hand met with my shoulder blade, his touch so familiar. “I…I can’t believe it’s you.”

I guess in hindsight, I was lucky. It was every girl’s dream. He liked when I wore red lipstick, and I just so happened to be wearing it. He always admired my thighs and on this cold night my skirt just so happened to show them. His eyes reflected the admiration, showing it still burned just as much as it had months before. 

“Jesus. It’s…you.”

The breath was knocked out of my lungs as he pulled me in for a hug, Simon’s hand taking home against my lower back, almost like a warm and comforting stop sign. The embrace was short lived as I pulled away. I edged closer to Simon. It didn’t go unnoticed.

“Yeah, it is. Me.” He nodded, his eyes scanning my grown and improved body. I felt Simon tense slightly. The awkward atmosphere was clear.

“So..are you here alone?” I asked, cringing instantly. Way to act smooth. 

“Yeah, yeah I am.” He smiled slightly before focusing his attention to Simon. “And you’re..well, not, I guess?”

I looked between the two men. 

“Oh yeah, um I guess I should introduce you?” It came out as more of a question than a statement, to which Simon couldn’t suppress a slight laugh. I reached out to hit his arm, but he grabbed my hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing my knuckles. My lips parted slightly. I quickly shook my head.

“Simon, this is…well, you already know, I’ve cried down the phone to you about him before.” I wanted to hit myself. Drunk brain - STOP. “Y/ex/N, this is Simon. My-”

“Her boyfriend,” Simon interrupted. He reached out one hand as a greeting, using the other to wrap around my waist in order to bring me closer to him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Sort of.”

“Boyfriend?” The curly haired imbecile repeated, clearly surprised. Yeah, me and you both, I thought to myself. Where had this come from? Simon was my best friend…what had possessed this?

Part of me was kicking myself; the alarm bells were set off instantly at the warmth the word had sent through me. I moved even closer to Simon as he began to stroke up and down my back. My entire body tingled.

The two men continued a slightly, to say the least, bitchy conversation, but I had zoned out completely. Simon’s fingers traced patterns onto the exposed skin of my backless dress and I felt myself melt into him. I liked the secret intimacy of it. As I silently focused on this I felt him look down at me.

“Well, we should probably be getting home. You’re staying at mine, right?”

I nodded. I didn’t have any stuff on me to stay at his, but in all honesty, I didn’t care. In this moment of time he could have asked me to commit a double suicide with him and I most likely would have agreed - I was completely under his spell.

“Alright, babe.” My heart swelled. “Well, it was nice to meet you - sorry, I don’t remember your name.”

I watched as Y/ex/N’s jaw clenched slightly. He was quite clearly irritated, and I quite clearly didn’t care. It was nice to not have any feelings for the toxic fuck anymore. We said our goodbyes - involving him leaning in to kiss my cheek, and me backing away - before we turned around to leave.

“What was that?” I asked, feeling the alcohol’s effects starting to multiply.

“I know you’ve always wanted to make him jealous,” Simon spoke, his hand taking refuge in mine, our fingers intertwining. “I thought you might appreciate a little help in your stuttering state.”

My cheeks heated. It didn’t go unnoticed.

“You look cute when you blush you know, Y/n.”

“Go away, Simon,” I laughed.

“That’s not a nice way to talk to your boyfriend is it?”

I looked down. Boyfriend. I knew the label was a playful tease, and after this night it would never be used again between me and Simon…

but I couldn’t help but wish that it would be.




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when we were young (01) | jeon jungkook

➡ Characters: Jungkook x Reader (feat. Jimin)

➡ Genre: soulmate!au ; angst ; slight fluff ; mention of hanahaki disease

➡ Word count: 3,974 words

➡ Prompt: Jungkook sacrifices you in exchange of true happiness. But it all comes down to one question, what really is true happiness in a world that was born out of a system who believes in soulmates?

 Warning: mention of self-harm ; light swearing

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Blue– every oversized hug playing off memories of rain kissing away summer plays, these weighted reflections slicing book marks into greeting cards. I know what drowning alone feels like, darling, it isn’t a metaphor, but I still miss you most by the ocean. Heat– blushing the color of I miss you, your hands read sonnets to the stars and we’re still making wishes like we’re light enough to hold down that red balloon– I didn’t mean to let you go. Promises– bones break in more chapters than hearts, you tell me you love me and all my thoughts start to feel light. but you love the purity of rain, the obligation to burn in winter, the pastel of spring, and I’m not calm in nature. Red– you left a meteor near every love letter signed with your lipstick, I can feel the beginning of time right between our first greetings. We went wrong when we thought that falling in love this soon would be right, so I write about it. I write you into every summer that requires the heart to break near an empty bottle of red wine, sometimes love hurts, but most of the time… we just can’t get enough. Flash– gone just like that, we used to talk to one another like we were the last ones to love this bad, rumor has it that my heart still thinks about you when I’m holding other people. Darling, the rumors are fucking true. And I can fall in love with new people, but living in the moment is just a tease when we cross by one another on the streets as just passerby strangers with nothing to say, who is this person that I used to know? Just more fool’s gold, just more fool’s gold… i didn’t mean to hurt you then, i don’t mean to sulk over this, but i’m still somewhat in love with you. Post Script– seal these goodbyes with that infamous laugh of yours, the kind of laugh that makes people wonder about the joke, the kind of soul that makes people want to relearn the alphabet of love just to spell your fucking name and get it right the first time. No more P.S. I love you, just a P.S. I miss you. No more P.S. I left a letter for you, just a P.S. maybe we’ll meet again some day. No more P.S. I had a nice day with you, just a P.S. I wish that it didn’t have to hurt so bad, but maybe if we were more honest, more loyal, more open… they say that lovers mirror one another, do you think our shadows still hold one another when no one is looking and the moon is out? Does your skin miss my touch? Does your heart feel warm when someone mentions my name? Do we still love the same from years ago? Probably not, but the thought of you is the perfect definition for bittersweet. We used to be a thousand origami serendipities, but now we’re just burning at the mouth of a shooting star still trying to grant wishes for things that once were. Love– you were enough, you were always going to be enough.
—  The Ate & The Bunso
Unexpected (Ethan x Reader)

Requested : Yes, by the wonderful @kissdolan, thank you so much for requesting this

Summary : Ethan is chasing after a beautiful model until he notices her average, photographer friend. 

Word Count : 2665

Warnings : Fluff, very cute Ethan


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anonymous asked:

Hi! First of all, thank you so much for running this wonderful blog. Do you have any tips, examples or suggestions for character descriptions? I have no idea what features to focus on and what to leave out and let readers decide for themselves (especially when describing someone my main character meets for the first time). Also, a lot of times I can't find words or expressions to portrait a character without the description sounding somehow awkward, or corny, or just not right in a stylistic way

Hi, and you’re so welcome! I’m always happy to help.

Don’t describe things that everyone has – for example, don’t name a hair color or an eye color – because usually the audience sees those things however they want, and their imaginings being corrected by “his blond hair glinted in the sunlight” jars your reader out of the spell your story weaves. However, if they have a unique or jarring physical attribute – a big nose, being extremely overweight, being bowlegged, having bushy eyebrows – I usually describe that. Basically, just pick a couple of points that stick out about your character’s appearance, and use those as your physical description – then, if you still feel you need to describe them more, try to use their facial expressions or body language to clue your audience in to his personality.

As an example, say this is my character (source is pinterest, but the artist is definitely @burdge).

What striking features do we see?

- He has a straight nose

- He has wide eyes

- He has shaggy hair

- As Burdge herself wrote, he has bad posture

What can we infer about his personality/character from his body language and facial expressions?

- His posture infers that he’s either humble, has low self-esteem, or is naturally very relaxed

- His facial expressions indicate that he’s shy or introverted, or that he thinks a lot

That said, I might write my description of him like this:

He had a straight nose and slouched often. His eyes didn’t meet mine often, but when they did I noticed they were wide, housed under bushy eyebrows. Shaggy hair fell across his brow in messy tumbles, and he often ducked his head down so he could hide behind it.

Admittedly not the best description I’ve ever written, but it will hold its own in this example, I hope. Notice how I used those points about his sketch to describe him in short but effective terms.

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

Wrong Number- Bucky Barnes One Shot

*I lost some imagines, including this one, so it has been reposted*

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Prompt: Clint is asking for a death wish by deciding it would be fun to change all of the contact names in your phone. You call who you believe is Natasha to complain about your “issues” with Bucky, your long-time crush. You’re in for a pleasant surprise when you figure out who the call really went to.

Word Count: 1500

Warning: One swear word (I believe)

A/N: Just because I love shy Bucky (and Sam). Sorry, Bruce/Natasha is implied (but not specifically stated as a romantic relationship). I don’t ship it, I just used it.

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From the day you met Bucky, he ignored you. He only spoke to you when absolutely necessary. In the six months since he’s been in the tower, he has probably said less than ten words to you. Needless to say, you were a bit offended by how standoffish he was towards you. He seemed to gradually open up to everyone else except for you-and Tony, but that was reasonable. What killed you the most was that you had started to develop a crush on the former assassin and he seemed to think of you as nothing more than dirt under his shoes.

You were trained in the Red Room like Natasha and, therefore, no one knew about your crush on him-except for the Black Widow and Wanda. They were your best friends in the tower and you three shared everything from secrets to food to clothing.

Most of the time it was unnoticed when Bucky avoided you by everyone except for you and Steve. Steve and Sam were the only two who knew why Bucky acted the way he did. He was scared of you. The ex-assassin was terrified of how he felt towards you. He believed you were too good for him and saw avoiding you as his only way to get over the “crush”. Of course, that plan didn’t stop Sam from pushing him towards you every once in awhile.

“Where is Barton? I swear I’m going to kill him.” You asked, walking into the kitchen one day. Your phone was in your hand and you were fuming about how a certain someone decided it would be a fun prank to change all of the contact names in your phone.

“I think he’s in the training room.” Sam replied before Steve could speak.

“Thank you.” You spun on your heel and started towards the training room. After you were out of earshot, Steve turned to his friend with an incredulous look on his face.

“Clint’s in the lab.” He said.

“I know, but Bucky’s training. Maybe they will get to talking.” Sam shrugged with a small smirk. Steve rolled his eyes at his friend, praying that Bucky would turn out okay.

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You opened the training room door and the only person in there was Bucky, who was currently hitting a punching bag. Upon hearing the door, he stopped attacking the object and turned to face you. His eyes went wide and he began to search for a way out.

“Bucky, have you seen Barton?” You asked.

“No.” He all but whispered, going to grab his bag.

“Why are you running away from me?” You questioned, stepping in front of the door, blocking his only exit path.

“I’m not.” He mumbled, reaching for the handle. You put all your weight against the door so he couldn’t pull it open.

“You always leave when I’m in the room. Why?” You pestered.

“I don’t.” He said, “Move.”

“Nope. Not until you tell me why you avoid me.”

“Barton’s upstairs in the lab.” Bucky replied.

“More than 10 words. There’s a start.” You stated.

“Please, move.” He ordered. You stepped to the side and let him slip out the door. You left the room as well, making your way into Tony and Bruce’s lab. You entered the room and saw him talking with Tony about his bow.

“Clinton Barton! Fix my phone right now!” You shouted. Instead of chucking your phone at his head, you threw one of the metal wrenches from the table beside you. Clint used his fast reflexes to catch it before it could hit him.

“Someone’s angry.” He teased.

“Fix it. Now.” You demanded, handing him your phone.

“What did you do this time, Legolas?” Tony asked.

“He changed all of my contact names to Pokemon characters and Harry Potter spells.” You replied.

“Nice one.” Tony gave the archer a high five.

“I can’t. I don’t remember their numbers.” Clint simply shrugged, “You’re on your own, princess.”

“Give me your phone then.” You said, snatching your phone back from him.

“No. You’ll screw with it.” He replied.

“Tony, where’s yours?” You asked.

“There’s no way I’m trusting you with my baby.” The billionaire stated.

“I can just list off the numbers I remember.” Clint offered and you agreed, considering he did have a decent memory. You made note to check everything with Natasha when she was back from her lunch with Bruce, Vision, and Wanda.

“Thanks, birdbrain. These better be correct.” You stated, walking out of the room with at least some of the correct contacts.

You were walking down the hallway from the lab to the main area when you saw Bucky headed your way. The moment his eyes met yours, he turned around and hurried off. You groaned at his ridiculousness, vowing to find out why he avoids you. You dealt with your Clint issues today-your Bucky issues could be put off until tomorrow. You sat at the bar in the kitchen, eating an apple when you decided to call Natasha. It rang for a few minutes before listing off the number and going to voicemail.

“Hey, Nat, when are you guys coming back? I’m pretty bored right now without you two. Barton decided to change all my contact names, so I’m having a banner day. I also cornered Bucky about why he won’t talk to me and he said another ten words to me. I swear, I don’t even know why I like him sometimes. Do you know how hard it is to have a crush on someone who avoids you like the plague? It’s unbearable. I wish he’d just man up and talk to me. I’m not that scary, right? Anyways, hurry up and get back here with Wanda. We need more girl talk.” You said, pushing the end button. A minute later, you heard a thud from one of the bedrooms and shouting.

“What the-” you started to wonder aloud, when Sam came sprinting down the stairs, with Bucky chasing after him.

“Y/N, just who I wanted to see-” Sam was cut off by Bucky putting a hand over his mouth.

“Was that you three up there? What was that thud?” You asked, “Please tell me you didn’t break one of Tony’s bedside tables.”

“No, we didn’t. Bucky just needs to talk with you for a moment.” Steve said, casually strolling into the room. Bucky’s phone was in his hands. He pressed a button and your own voice filled the room. It was the voicemail you had just left for Natasha.

“Barton, you little sh*t!” You exclaimed, taking Bucky’s phone and stopping the message before you could hear yourself talk about him. You hoped he hadn’t heard it already, but part of you knew it wasn’t true.

“Bucky, you didn’t happen to hear that beforehand?” You asked, too embarrassed to meet his eyes.

“Yes, he did. He likes you too.” Sam said, but it was completely muffled by Bucky’s hand. Bucky’s face was red and his mouth moved, trying to form words.

“Buck, let go of Sam and we’ll leave you two.” Steve stated. Bucky slowly dropped his hand and Sam made his way to the elevators with Steve.

“Bucky’s in love with you!” Sam called back to you before the doors closed. Bucky stood frozen once more.

“Are we going to talk about it or are you going to continue being a deer in headlights?” You asked, nervously.

“I-I-” Bucky desperately tried to figure out what to say, “I really, really like you, Y/N, and it scares the hell out of me. That’s why I avoided you. You’re not scary-it’s the feelings that are terrifying. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you-I just thought you wouldn’t feel the same about me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”

“You don’t need to be scared, Bucky. I like you too, ever since you moved in actually.” You explained.

“Do you want to maybe go out some time?” He looked you in the eyes nervously as he stepped closer to you until he was right in front of you.

“That’d be wonderful.” You replied, reaching your hand out to his and intertwining your fingers together.

“Whoa, what’s happening here?” Natasha exclaimed, walking into the room with Wanda, Vision, and Bruce.

“They appear to be talking.” Vision said. There was a hint of confusion in his voice since you and Bucky had never really talked.

“Aw, did he finally ask you out?” Wanda asked, her eyes growing wide in hope. You bashfully nodded, glancing down at your connected hands.

“We leave for one afternoon and you get a date. We need to leave more often.” Natasha said to Wanda, “Where are the others? Clint’s going to be so excited. We’ve been shipping you two for ages.”

“That reminds me. I have an archer to kill-for real this time.” You stated, letting go of Bucky’s hand and storming off towards the lab.

So I saw Newsies Live tonight. There are so many great things. But here's what I can remember.

• we collectively accepted the OBC and Touring casts to play teenagers even though no one (except AKB and BF) look like they’re young. Jeremy Jordan literally looks like an adult who has his life put together. But we as a community accepted this. It’s great.
• the trivia before and during intermission gave me life thank you
• I almost started tearing up as soon as the intro music started. I felt the tears when AKB started talking. I grabbed a tissue when Santa Fe started.
• The dancing!! So good!! Most everyone was too old and could still do the amazing choreography. Bless.
• the singing!! Same thing!
• the acting. My fav!
• the music was soooo good! Like I’ve seen this show when it toured in 2015 but damn. The orchestra was hella good.
• Crutchie and Davey are still my favorite characters.
• My roommate went into this musical knowing like three songs that I played earlier that day. She was freaking out the whole time Crutchie was getting taken away.
• AKB FINALLY GOT TO SING ‘LETTER FROM THE REFUGE’ I WAS SO HAPPY FOR HIM. LIKE HE PLAYED THE SAD WHATEVER REALLY WELL BUT IF YOU WERE LOOKING YOU COULD SEE THE PURE JOY OF SINGING THAT SONG IN HIS EYES.
• 'Brooklyn’s Here’ is still my favorite ensemble song. All the voices sound so well together and it’s a great coming together song. Bravo.
• side bar, the kid who played the little brother? He looked hella familiar?? If anyone knows why please tell me because I have no idea where I’ve seen him from.
• have I mentioned how much Teddy Roosevelt is my favorite president lately? Because he is. And I love whoever played him for this show.
• I’m pretty sure I saw the guy who played Mr. Pulitzer when Newsies toured and it was really nice to see his facial expressions during the negotiation scene up close.
• speaking of up close. the makeup. I couldn’t tell if it was stage makeup (in the sense of needs to be seen from far away) or normal makeup (that doesn’t need to be seen from far away so not much needs to be put on). But it was good. Except Meta Larkin’s winged eyeliner was super big and idk how I felt about that.
• ANDREW KEENAN-BOLGER
• all of the tech was beautiful. I’m a lighting person so obviously I looked for that. But the one tech piece that stuck out was the projections. Damn. All the words of the newspapers that scrolled up the stage and those metal box stage things was amazing. 10/10 for the projections designer you definitely stole the show.
• idk what this post was supposed to be anymore but I loved Newsies Live so much. I want to see it again like right now. Please.
• also maybe spell people’s names correctly this time thanks.
•your friend
•your best friend
•your brother
*cries*

highlights of the 18hr livestream’s Mario Kart sessions (feat. Competitive Lauren™ and Mom Friend Ashley™) pt. 2

• “IM A BULLET MOTHERFUCKER”

• “GOD *incoherent screaming* who keeps doing that?!?!”

• Gabe: “I do it for #Garlos I do it for the fans”

• Joey: “remember when Mario did a crossover with kung fu panda?” Gabe: “nope. did that happen?” Joey: “no.”

• Lauren *falls off track and saved by the cloud guy*: “ah godammit. always gotta get this guy to fucking save me”

• Ashley: “only like 1 in 3 people spell your name right” Brendan: “it’s ok it wasn’t right on my high school diploma either” Lauren: “so you never actually graduated high school” Brendan: “it’s tru”

• “i am honestly so sick of everyone”

• Brendan: “you know, whoever keeps firing things at me you don’t have to. i am perfectly capable of running off the course all by myself”

• Ashley *reading the chat*: “‘Lauren sure does swear a lot’ but the rest of us perfect angels”

• Lauren *starts losing*: +

• Brendan: “guys i got six points that time! oh, i’m still in last place…” Gabe: “it’s a selected number of points. you’ve gotten one point” Brendan: *death stare* Gabe: “i love you”

• Lauren *getting her controller back as the race starts*: “jojo. thank you so muc- JOEEEY!”

• Lauren: “wait, FZERO?? i used to have this game on nintendo” Joey: “well, guess what? this is a nintendo console my DAWG”

• “oh my god this is totally taking me back. i’m doin it for child hood me”

• Lauren *starts losing AGAIN on the fzero track*: “corey it’s broken!! corey stop the game!!!” Corey: *crickets*

• Gabe: “what the dic- who is- noOO!!”

• Brendan *drives off the edge*: “bye everybodyyy…”

• Joey: “lauren’s in first cause she loves this game so much” Gabe: “what??? how is she doing that?!?!” Lauren: “fzero’s my jam biiiitchh”

• Ashley: “Brendan you’re doing amazing sweetie”

• *clayton knocks on the door* “honestly no one can talk when they enter the room ok i’m focusing. ahh it’s bROkeN!!”

• Lauren *almost falls off*: *incoherent hiss/wheeze/growling?????*

• Lauren: “UGHHHH THIS FUCKING GHOSTTT” Brian: “it’s a squid” Lauren: “it’s a GHOST” Brian: “it’s clearly a squid”

• Brendan: “I’ve hit everything I’m not supposed to hit…”

• “oooh bitch. i got a fucki- i got a plant i got a plant biiIITCHH!!! oh shit. i got a plant i got a plaaaanttt”

• Gabe: “what keeps happening?!” Lauren: “Gabe, are you having a fall from grace?”

• “get outta my way. geT OUTTA MY WAAAY!!!”

• “i gave my ALL. I GAVE MY ALL TO THAT GAME”

pt. 1 // pt. 2 // pt. 3

anonymous asked:

your latest ask has me shook, I can't stop thinking about how frustrated Bakugo would be if his crush CONSTANTLY got his name wrong, and it turns out they know his name, they just wanted him to pay attention to them

So I paid myself some money and here it is. Inspired by you and this anonymous lovely! Get ready to be shooketh some more!

Word Count: 429


“It’s Bakugou…” The spikey blonde growled under his breath for the umpteenth time that day.

“Right! Right… Ba-ku-gou…” you repeated, slowly, for the umpteenth time that day.

Everyone in your class wanted to know what kind of spell you had placed on Bakugou. The usually short-fused teenager was surprisingly patient when it came to your mistakes when calling out to him. Well, as patient and docile as the fireball could be. There had been many desks lost to Bakugou’s explosive fists, but never once had he pinned you against the wall or lifted his hand against you. This behavior, you said to everyone, was probably because you did manage to beat him once in an arm wrestling contest your first day in class. Sure, you had won with the element of surprise—no one had expected you to be able to bulk up your muscles that severely. But ever since that day, Batsuki here had come to really respect you and your quirk.

“Anyways as I was saying… Batsuki, could I borrow your calculator later tonight? I kind of got frustrated yesterday night and… well… thbbt” You slammed your fist against your hand and blew a raspberry to try to get a point across as you walked with him back to your dorms.

“It’s Bakugou!” He growled one more time, his hands turning into fists.

“It’s just so hard to remember! You have two really weird names,” they weren’t really weird at all. “What’s your first name anyways?”

“It’s fucking Katsuki!” The boy turned on his heels to face you. “That’s bullshit—they’re not hard at all! Kat-su-ki Ba-ku-gou! They’re fucking easy as shit!”  His hands flew up to ruffle his hair up in frustration, leaving you standing in silence. You hadn’t seen him that frustrated in a very long time.

“… I’m sorry. I see this isn’t funny anymore,” you finally said as you scratched the back of your neck, giving him a nervous smile. “I know it’s Katsuki Bakugo, I just, well, how do I put this… you just actually talked to me when I called you the wrong names. Otherwise, you wouldn’t even realize I existed,” you looked down, biting your lip as you felt your face grow hot.

The silence afterwards made you want to dig a hole and die in it.

“… Whatever. Call me whatever you fucking want.” You looked up just as he turned around again and walked in front of you. His voice sounded softer, and… were his ears red?

“So… is Kacchan game?”

“Anything but fucking that, you fucking idiot!”

One of the single parent AU prompts really struck me, so here it is!

  • I’m on the bus and my 2-year-old won’t stop crying, except you just smiled at them and they did

“Come on, Em, work with me here,” Dean muttered as his two-year-old daughter squirmed on his lap. She whined, and Dean winced apologetically at the bus patrons who shot them annoyed looks.

“It’s just a bit longer, baby girl. It’s okay, shh,” he tried, but Emma wasn’t having it. She fussed and wriggled, her blond pigtails poking up against Dean’s chin. 

Dean sighed. His boss had kept him after work, so he’d arrived late to pick her up from daycare. Since it was almost her nap time, she’d fallen asleep and he’d had to wake her up…which was a nightmare. His little girl hated being woken up. 

Man, she was gonna be a real joy when it was time for her to go to school. Dean was not looking forward to that.

Emma whined again and squirmed so hard that Dean had tighten his grip to keep her on his lap. At that, Emma adopted a new tactic to signal her displeasure - she burst into tears. Dean rocked her desperately, but she just wailed even louder.  

Now the other bus patrons looked really annoyed. 

All except for a man sitting directly across from them. 

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