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Spelling Fights

Originally posted by elennemigo

Word Count: 1,816

Authors: Deka & Ale

Warning: None, just fluffiness

Pairing: Benedict Cumberbatch x Wife!Reader

Summary: The little fight between an American and a British couple

Credits to this video for the awesome interview: https://youtu.be/eX2M6Lf8WKc

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Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 8/?)

Hiii, sorry I’ve been MIA for a while but adult life has attacked me.

This part was supposed to be so good (at least it was in my mind) but because I was writing it for so long in little parts it became a mess lol, I’ll do better next time xxx

PART 1    PART 2     PART 3     PART 4     PART 5     PART 6     PART 7

Montgomery ignored my call. Again. It was two weeks after halloween party, over two months since we started hooking up and as much as that was going great, being his Chemistry partner wasn’t so good. I shut my locker’s door and rushed to boy’s locker room.

“Where’s Montgomery?”, I asked when I walked inside.

“He already got changed and went to the practice. Y/N, you can’t be here”, Jeff answered.

I left without saying a word and went to the practice. I spotted Monty warming up, doing circles with his arms.

“Montgomery!”, I shouted.

He mumbled something, and started walking towards me.

“What the fuck are you thinking?!”, I asked. Few people boo’ed but I ignored them. “Project is due tomorrow, remember?!”

“Shh, don’t make a scene”, he grabbed my arm and started leading me towards exit.

“Don’t shush me, you little fucker”, I got my hand out of his grip. “Your practice is two hours long, library will be closed by that time and if you think I’m gonna do whole work by myself, you’re fucking wrong”, I was talking loud, so everybody would heard what it was about and not think it was a girlfriend-boyfriend scene.

“Come on”, he mumbled and walked me out of the practice. “My parents aren’t home, I’ll give you my keys, wait there for me, we’ll finish project after I’m done. I’ll be right back”, he went into the locker’s room.

I crossed my arms on my chest and waited for him.

“Here”, he handed me the keys. “I already did some work on the project, so… You know…”, he looked at the floor. “It won’t take forever”.

“You did?”, I asked as it seemed a bit unbelieveable for him to do anything on his own.

Monty shrugged. Now I felt like an idiot for making a scene.

“Umm, okay, I’ll go home to grab some things and tell my mum I’ll be home later and go to your place”, I said as I hid keys in my bag.

“Okay, see you later”, he nodded his head and went back to practice.

“Mum!”, I shouted as I got home. “Dad?”

Nobody was there. I took my phone to make a call.

“Mum, where are you?”, I asked when she answered.

“I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you, I had to stay at the office a little longer. Will you be alright?”

“Yeah, I’m good. What about dad?”

“He probably has more patients”.

“Anyway, I just called to tell, I’m leaving, I have to finish chemistry project for tomorrow, so I might be late”, I said while at the same time I was packing all my chemistry books to my bag.

“Okay, have fun”, she said. I wasn’t sure if she even listened to me.

“It’s chemistry project, mum”, I rolled my eyes. “Bye”, I hung up.

I left home and drive to Monty’s. I opened the door with his keys and got inside. It felt weird to be in his house alone. Not even with him, but completely alone. Why didn’t I just wait at my own home for 2 hours and then come here?
I sat on the couch in the living room, took my phone and started scrolling through Facebook, instagram, watched some Youtube videos and then my stomach started making noises.

“Fuck”, I mumbled as I realized how hungry I was. I checked my phone. Monty should finish his practice in 15 minutes.

Y/N: You have something to eat?

I went to the kitchen and poured myself some water as I expected to wait 15 minutes for answer but my phone buzzed much faster.

Montgomery: Just go to the kitchen and take whatever you want

Y/N: Are you hungry?

I thought that teenage boys are always hungry, especially after two hours baseball practice.

Montgomery: Starving. I’ll make myself some sandwich and we’ll get straight to work x

Oh no, de la Cruz, you’re not eating sandwich after whole day at school. Take whatever you want, he said. So I did. I found some chicken and veggies in the fridge, I found rice in the shelves and decided to make dinner.

It was nearly ready when Monty got home.


“I’m here”, I said.

“Wow, girl, what are you doing?”, he asked when he walked into the kitchen.

“Well, you’re hungry, I’m hungry, so… I’m making a dinner”, I smiled.

“Wow, it looks good”, he said when he stood next to me and looked on the dishes. “Okay, I’ll take a quick shower, we’ll eat and then project”.

“Okay, go”, I nodded my head.

Ten minutes later Monty went upstairs wearing only his sweats, no shirt on.

“Would it actually hurt you if you put your shirt on?”, I asked while giving him plate with his food.

“Nothing you haven’t seen before, babe”

“I’m not your babe”, I sighed and rolled my eyes. 

“You’ll never get bored of that response, huh?”, he chuckled.

“Nope. ‘Babe’ is reserved for a boyfriend…”

“You don’t have a boyfriend”, he interrupted.

“I know”, I rolled my eyes again. “I mean somewhere in the future. I will get a boyfriend one day, you know that?”

“Yeah, you’re hot, why wouldn’t you get one?”, he shrugged. “Why don’t you have a boyfriend by the way?”, he asked. “I mean… You’re pretty, you’re smart, you’re nice and everything, you’re damn cheerleader, you own that school. You’re a catch. So how is it possible you’re single?”

I stared at him for a few seconds.

“So you can describe girl using other words than ‘hot’?”, I chuckled.

“Not the point, Y/N”, he rolled his eyes. 

“God, Monty, I don’t know”, I shrugged. “Go to school, ask any of the boys why they never asked me out”.

“I think I know why”, he said nodding his head slowly. “They’re afraid”.

“Excuse me?”, I laughed in his face.

“As I said, you’re a catch, top league, they’re afraid they aren’t in the same league and they don’t want to be rejected”, he said. 

“You’re ridiculous”, I snorted. “Eat”.

I started getting uncomfortable. He asked me all those questions, complimented me so much and I’m not a person who can take compliments.

“Plus you can cook”, he said while putting another bite into his mouth.

“It’s chicken with veggies, I’m not masterchef”.

“You really can’t take compliments”, he shook his head.


I sat on the kitchen counter while Monty was rinsing dishes before putting them into washer.

“Can you hurry, we have work, Mont”, I rushed him.

“Can you chill for once in your life and stop stressing over everything?”

“Listening to you makes me feel like I’m the most neurotic person in the world, you know”, I stood next to him.

“You are”, he snorted.

Staring in his face I put my hand under running water and splashed his face. He looked at me surprised and did the same to me.

“You didn’t…”, I mumbled trying not to smudge mascara all over my face.

“You started it”, Monty chuckled.

“You don’t have freaking make up on your face”, I splashed him again.

“Okay, okay, it’s done, otherwise we will never do the damn project”, he raised his hands.

“Hurry up”, I turned to go and sit on the chair when suddenly I felt cold water all over my back.

“Monty…”, I said through my clenched teeth and slowly turned towards him.

He was standing with a mug in his hand, trying not to laugh. I came to the sink in the second, took another mug and pour water directly on his face.

“Okay, you asked for it”, Monty grabbed me around my knees and threw me over his shoulder.

“Put me down, Monty, what are you doing, put me down!”, I laughed smacking his back.

“Not gonna happen, babe”, he said walking with me towards downstairs bathroom and smacking my ass.

“Take your fucking hand off of my ass and put me down”, I punched his back again. “Oh, and I’m not your babe”.

Montgomery totally wasn’t listening to me, we got to the bathroom, holding me tighter with one hand he reached shower hand, started the water and rinsed it all over me.

“Monty!”, I laughed and instead of smacking and kicking him I started tickling him.

“Now you start with that?!”, he asked and put me down but before I could even make a step he grabbed me in my waist and started tickling too.

“No, no, no, I have tickles”, I tried to cover sides of my body with my arms.

“I know you have”, he laughed tickling me as the water was on for the whole time and by now we both were wet.

I was moving away from him until my back met wall.

“Looks like you’re stuck here”, he smirked putting his hands on the wall by the sides of my head.

I smiled at him innocently, “Or… I can…”, I started tickling him again which was stupid because he was already prepared for that and had his muscles clenched. He grabbed my hands in pinched them above my head.

“You never learn, do you”, he said.

By the time his face was only inches away from mine, his wet hair were in a  mess, I could look closely at his freckles, while he was staring me in the eyes.

I felt my heart racing up waiting for him to kiss me. Instead of that he gently took some wet hair of my face, gently caressed my cheek. One of my hands was free now so I used it to pull him closer to me and I kissed him. Soon I felt his finger clenching on my hips. I took my wet shirt off and pressed my whole body to Monty but suddenly he moved away from me.

“I’ll get you some dry clothes”, he whispered.

“Okay”, I mumbled after a moment, I was bit confused.

Monty usually never missed a chance to start a make out session and now when I was standing in front of him, inches away, in wet clothes that I had to took off anyway, he didn’t do anything?

He came back after a minute with a towel and t-shirt.

“You know, that’s not clothes, that’s a single piece of clothing”, I said.

“It’s not like there is something I haven’t seen before”, he smirked and pointed at me.

I rolled my eyes and took my shirt off. Monty was still in the bathroom looking at me.

“Thank you, I’ll get to your room in a minute”.

“Oh come on, like I just said, it’s not like I haven’t seen it all before”.

“Bye!”, I pushed him out of the bathroom and closed the door.

Few minutes later I showed up in his room wearing his t-shirt and holding my wet clothes.

“Can you do something about that?”, I asked.

“Yeah, I’ll put it in the dryer”, he took them from me, left for a minute.

I sat on his bed and covered myself with a blanket because I was a little cold.

Monty came back holding my bag with all my chemistry stuff.

“We probably gonna need this”, he said putting it next to me.

“Can I ask you something?”, I asked because that bathroom thing kinda bothered me. “What happened it the bathroom?”

“I won the water battle if that’s what you mean”, he looked at me confused.

“No, that’s not what I mean”, I rolled my eyes. “I mean…You had me pinched to the wall, without my shirt, in wet clothes… And nothing. It’s like… It’s weird. It’s not like you”, I shrugged.

“Well, for once I wanted to do something right. You came here to do chemistry project, we’re doing chemistry project”, he sat next to me. “By the way it’s 7 pm and we haven’t even started”, he said. “Not that I didn’t think about it though”, he added after few seconds.

Project was pain in the ass even though Monty really did quite a big part of it on his own.

“Are you sure you had “C” last year?“, I asked.

"Yeah, I’m pretty sure I know what my grades are”, he nodded. “I just… You know, you’re good at this and you care about good grade, so I really worked on it.”

“What, I’m not neurotic bossy chick that cares about pointless stuff anymore?”, I asked.

“I’ve never called you neurotic, bossy or chick”, he pointed at me with his pen. “So don’t put words in my mouth”

“Or what?”, I looked at him with daring look.

“You’re starting again?”, he eyed me up and down, I was still wearing his t-shirt which was basically like a dress on me.

“What if I am?”

“Jesus, woman, I try to do right thing for once”, he sighed.

“Well, it’s not like you didn’t think about it today already”, I bit my lower lip and put my leg over his.

“What about the project?”, he asked while his finger were already going up and down my thigh.  

“It can wait a moment”, I whispered with my face, again today, inches away from his.

“Looks like it’ll have to”, Monty’s hand was sliding under my (his) shirt, his lips went to my neck.  He leaned me on the bed, hovering over me, leaving wet kisses on my jaw. He started touching me through my panties.

Quiet moan escaped my mouth, little grin showed up on Monty’s face. We both were aware of the effect we had on each other and we both clearly liked it.

“You’ve been a very good girl today”, he said while pulling my shirt up. “To thank for all the good things you did today”, he was leaving kisses down my stomach, “I’m gonna eat something else today”.


By 11 pm when I was almost sleeping with my eyes opened Monty suddenly got up and left the room. That woke me up.

Seconds later he came back with my dry clothes.

“Okay, Y/N, you’re tired, get change, go home, we’re almost finished, I can do the rest myself”, he assured.

“No, no, I’m okay”, I shook my head. “I’m good. Do me some coffee and I’ll be fine”.

“You’re not drinking coffee at 11 pm”, he looked at me seriously.

“Okay, mum”, I rolled my eyes, took my clothes from him and went to the bathroom. “Are you sure you can finish it alone?”, I asked when I came back.

“Yeah, I mean we have everything, we just have to put it together and that I can do”.

I  bit my lip as I was feeling a little bad about leaving him with work, because “putting it together” meant putting 1000 pieces of project together. Monty rolled his eyes, took all my stuff and handed them to me.

“Goodbye, Y/N”

He walked me downstairs to the door.

“See you tomorrow”, I smiled at him.

I didn’t know what it was but still something made me lean towards him and kissed him. Monty did really resist, sliding his tongue into my mouth and hand into my hair.

What the fuck are you doing, I asked myself. I moved my face away.

“I have to go”, I whispered and left his house barely even looking at him.

I zoned out for the whole way home. Goodbye kiss, what the fuck is wrong with me? Pull yourself together, Y/N. He was using me for regular sex, which I was okay with and suddenly I came up with goodbye kisses? No, he was first. He did it first when he was leaving my house few weeks ago.

Suddenly I realized I’m in front of my home. I didn’t pay attention on driving for the whole time.

“How am I even still alive?”, I mumbled as I left the car.


I woke up later than usual as my sleep was really god last night. I was running late around the house dressing up, doing my make up, brushing my teeth, packing my bag, all at the same time, making a lot of noise.

“I’m leaving!”, I shouted grabbing my car keys.

“Breakfast?”, my dad asked.

“I don’t have time! Bye!”

I stormed out of the house and driving over the limit I actually got to the school almost on time.

I got out of the car and spotted Jess, Justin and Monty talking next to his car.

“Guys, tell me you have something to eat?”, I came to them. “I overslept, and hey by the way”

“Here, I have some cookies”, Jessica got box out of her bag.

“You are saving my life”, I said and took a huge bite.

“Delicious, what are those?”, I asked while chewing.

“Peanut butter”, she replied.

Me, Monty and Justin freezed.

So I added the begging (kinda) of next chapter, if you’re careful reader you know what’s coming up x

BUT before part 9, ther will be requested Monty one shot, so stay tuned!

I love you lots! xx

Creepypasta #1161: Google Reverse Image Search

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Have you guys heard of this “reverse image search” thing? I hadn’t until recently. I was doing a paper on influential artists of the 21st century and came across it when asking who painted this one thing. Someone on Reddit said to “just reverse image search it!” and sent me a link to Google images. As it turns out, you can just drag and drop a photo saved on your computer into the search box, and the system will look for other images that are similar to yours.

With popular images like a famous painting, this will usually lead you to a website or article about that painting. This made the rest of my paper a breeze to write. I was able to save the paintings off of my professor’s online instructions, reverse image search them and then throw together a paragraph or two about the painting, the artist and their influence, and so on. I finished my paper and thought I could have some fun with this new tool.

I had a few images of my favorite superheroes saved on my hard drive and have always wanted to know where they came from. I thought this would be the best time to find out. So I dragged and dropped a drawing of Barry Allen into the Google Image Search bar to find out it was the cover for The Flash #22! I was super stoked. I had started collecting comic books somewhat recently and thought this would make a great addition to the collection. Especially considering it’s been saved on my computer for so long.

After a few hours of this, I thought I’d take the “Google Your Own Name” game to the next level. You know the game. You just go to Google.com, type your name in the search bar and hit “I’m Feeling Lucky”. It was a lot more fun before the world of social media. Nowadays, you search your name and it leads straight to your Facebook Page. Fucking boring. But I figured I’d take a selfie and drop that in the search box. Maybe I’m on some random “Hot Singles Near You” ad.

It started off with the usual suspects of searching yourself. The first few results were just photos from my Facebook and Twitter. Nothing exciting. Then the pictures started going back a couple of years. Older pictures. Some were still hosted on MySpace. I laughed as I scrolled through the awkward photos of me in my Cradle of Filth tee shirts. I got a little nostalgic at the pictures of me and my friends when we had that band a few years ago. Then came the pictures from my ex’s Facebook page. Nobody likes coming across memories of past relationships. 

Those pictures made me think of how lucky I am now. I’ve been living with my girlfriend for about two years now. And she actually makes me happy. Not that “looking for love and I’m used to this person happy”. The real deal happy. It’s funny because sometimes I can’t even remember exactly how we met originally. I just know that I had decided to go out to the bar downtown and drown my loneliness a few weeks after losing my job. I think that night was the straw that broke the camel’s back, too. 

I remember her buying me a drink and us chatting for a little while. And the next thing I knew, we were back at her place. I’m sure you can fill in the gaps from there. I’ll spare you the details. But I decided that night to stay with her. She sent someone to pick up my things from my parent’s place since I was sleeping on their couch. And in two months, her and I will be celebrating two years together. Anyways. I didn’t come here to tell you about my hardships with my family. I came here to tell you about this crazy little website. So let’s get back to that, shall we?

I scrolled past those pictures of Marie and I and my old band and a few other people I didn’t recognize. Turns out Google thinks I look like a famous Reggae artist from the 90’s? The technology is far from perfect. But that got a chuckle out of me. 

But then I came across something really weird. After all of the nostalgia and pain and memories was a missing person’s poster type-thing. You know, like the ones they have on the wall at the front of Walmart. The guy looked just like me. It was uncanny! Poor guy has been missing since April 2015. He even has the same birthmark on his neck! I can’t believe it.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d think we were twins, honestly. Different name and all. I guess what I’m trying to say is if you’re looking for something to kill some time, and maybe an alternative to the “Google Your Own Name” game, you should try doing a reverse image search of yourself. You might dig up some old memories or come across something weird like I did. 

So I suppose I’ll leave you with that. My girl is calling me from the other room. Time to take my meds and have some dinner.

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The Contest-Part 16

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest.  They are doing open casting calls all over the country.  Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

A/N: My inspiration for Nikki is the one and only red, @oriona75.  So I am actually telling two stories here, Jared and Readers, and Sam and Gemini’s.  It flips back and forth, so try and keep up! :)

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Best friend Nikki(OC) Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, PA Emily (OC) Cliff, Other Supernatural cast and crew

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Part 1 (all parts are linked)

The five of us ended up at one of the casinos on the strip.  Don’t ask me which one, because the next day it would all be a blur.  Jensen bought the first round of shots and we toasted the happy couple.  

“I still think you guys are nuts and totally deserve each other.”  He said before downing his shot.

“You call that a toast, Jay?”  I commented with a roll of my eyes. I signaled for the bartender to bring another round.  I raised my glass and everyone followed suit.  “Here’s to Nikki and Misha.  She is officially your problem now.”

Everyone laughed as we downed our shots.  Nikki made a face and gave hers to Misha to finish. “I’d like to remember my wedding night, thank you very much.”

Then a group of fans recognized us and bought us a round.  Things started to get a little fuzzy after that.  I remember Misha reminding us we all had panels in the morning. 

 Jensen, who didn’t have any official duties until the Saturday Night Special the next night, said it was early yet and ordered another round.  I remember Nikki and I dancing with a bunch of fans who sent over a congratulatory round when they found out Nikki and Misha had eloped.

Jared and Misha finally came over and pulled us from the dance floor.  “Come on Dancing Queen, time to go.”  Jared told me as I stumbled into his arms.

“But I’m having funnn!” I giggled.  “Hey Mish, guess what?” I whispered drunkenly.  “You and Nikki got married!”

I don’t remember the ride back to the hotel at all.

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anonymous asked:

OOH OOH. no 1 for the tropes thingy!! Thank youuu

no 1: genderswap

According to the giant list painted on the wall of Charlotte’s Corner in the basement of the Jackson Haines Student Centre, there are fifty things that one has to do before one graduates from Lidwina College. 

The first one seems to bore right into Yuuri Katsuki’s soul as she waits for her nachos to be done. Pulling the collar of her puffy down vest closer to her, she shifts her weight from one foot to another and tries to ignore the fact that Viktoria Nikiforova is sitting not two tables away from her, the line of her throat exposed as she throws her head back in laughter.

1) Develop a big gay crush on one of your classmates.

Yuuri Katsuki knows she’s not the only one who filled Thing One with the unwitting assistance of Viktoria Nikiforova. Beautiful, witty, and intelligent, Viktoria Nikiforova was the president of the Eta Mu Zeta literary society, had a 4.0 GPA, interned last summer at the United Nations, and had been elected as the gold medalist of The Inner Edge’s “Lidwina’s Most Beautiful”. A commonly-quoted statistic on campus was that 70% of the student body was in love with Viktoria Nikiforova, and the other 30% were just lying to themselves. And the one time the Art Club offered a drawing session with Viktoria Nikiforova as the model, sign-up slots filled out in 30 minutes and the waitlist extended to fifty people. Yuuri herself had only been tenth on that waitlist. 

Thing is, it would’ve been easier to just dismiss her as a textbook rich stuck-up overachieving Liddy if it weren’t for the fact that Viktoria Nikiforova was ridiculously nice. Yuuri shares a class with her: POL 320, or Women in International Politics with Professor Feltsman. On the very first day of class Viktoria had approached Yuuri right afterwards and told her that she could always come to her for help with the readings. After all, it’s only Yuuri’s second year here at this prestigious women’s college, and she’s still not sure how approaching soon-retiring Professor Feltsman and grovelling at his feet to let her in his class had worked so beautifully. But she’s not complaining. 

(Well, she could complain about the sheer amount of reading that POL 320 dictated, but that’s neither here nor there.)

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Hog the Covers

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This was written a long time ago and I’m not re-reading it before I post it, so good luck.

Isak hogs the covers.

He claims it’s because he’s spent all his life sleeping alone, but Even doesn’t understand that argument because, up until Isak, he usually slept alone too.

Even from the first day they shared a bed, Isak hogged the blankets, and continues to do it to this very day. It didn’t matter if it was in the Kollektivet, Even’s parents’ house, or their own apartment. It always ends up happening.

And Even has had enough of it.

He does find it cute on some level, because he wakes up to Isak burrowed tight into a cocoon of blankets, but it doesn’t mean that he doesn’t freeze his ass of. Every. Single. Night.

Even has brought it up on multiple occasions, from making casual teasing jokes to “Seriously. I have to have some warmth. You don’t want me dying of hypothermia in my sleep”. But every time, no matter what the occasion, Isak brushes it off like a joke, or just as teasingly denies he does it.

Even has tried everything. He’s let Isak take all the covers and then pulled out a new blanket just for himself. Miraculously, in the morning, it’s added to the pile of blue and brown bedding that’s burrito-ed around the younger boy in the morning.

He’s tried lying half on top of the covers so that Isak doesn’t even have enough to grasp onto when he rolls over, but somehow, he almost consciously keeps tugging the blankets until they break free and envelop him in a pocket of warmth.

He’s bought them a new blanket, one that’s bigger then their whole bed. He figures that even if it makes its way over to Isak’s duvet castle, some of it will hang off enough that he can climb underneath it. But that didn’t work either. The blanket still manages to get itself wrapped around Isak twice over.

He’s even considered pulling a Malcolm in the Middle and sewing his t - shirt to the duvet.

Even can’t live like this any longer.

So, naturally, being the King of Extra, Even plans a stakeout.

He goes through the normal bedtime routine. They strip to their underwear, Even leaving his white cotton t-shirt on, they brush their teeth together, and climb under the covers. Isak lies on his stomach with his head facing Even. Even lies on his side, and soon enough, Isak drifts off into a peaceful sleep. Even, on the other hand, has only closed his eyes for a few minutes. When he is sure Isak is asleep, he reaches over onto their dresser and grabs the little pad of paper and pen, sketching to keep his mind occupied for a while.

He’s filled up a few small square pages with random doodles when inevitably, Isak rolls over, yanking the blue and brown striped bedspread with him. Even glances at the clock: 1:21. He scribbles the time stamp in the margins of his doodle paper for safe keeping. Then, not being too worried about waking Isak up (because let’s be honest, that kid sleeps like a rock), Even returns the paper to it’s place on the nightstand, flopping back down somewhat violently onto their mattress. He grabs the extra blanket he hid under the bed in preparation and snuggles into it, knowing fully that it will end up on Isak’s side of the bed in the morning, but not really giving a fuck either way. It only takes about 5 minutes for him to fall asleep.

The next morning, things go normally. Isak wakes up while Even is padding around in the kitchen making eggs. They greet each other with a “halla” and a quick peck to the lips. Isak knows there’s something different with Even today. They’ve been together long enough now that Isak notices the slight bags under his eyes, and he can recognize all the little idiosyncrasies Even has when something’s wrong. And while it doesn’t necessarily seem like there is anything wrong, Isak knows he’s up to something.

The next night Even does the same things, just to be sure the times are consistent. That night, Isak rolls over at 1:36.

The third night, things go more or less the same. Isak falls asleep and Even kinda pretends to be. But tonight, Even has his phone in hand instead of pen and paper. He swipes the brightness all the way down, keeping an eye on the time as he scrolls through Pinterest looking for more DIY projects for the apartment.

It’s around 1:15 that he sits up a little, closing Pinterest and opening a new app in place: Snapchat.

He only downloaded it about a month ago. Or rather, Magnus took his phone and downloaded it one Friday when he was too tipsy to really think much of it. Because Magnus was the one who set it up for him, the only people he had as friends were the Boy Squad, Girl Squad, Balloon Squad, and Kollektivet and friends (plus his mom, because she’s woke af). He didn’t use it that much. If he was bored he’d check to see what everyone was up to.

Anyway, the point is that he only used it occasionally to talk to people one on one, and he never posted anything on his story. So, it’s 1:15 and he has Snapchat open and night mode on, ready to catch the blanket hog in action. He sits there until 1:29 when Isak does roll over, and holds his thumb over the bubble at the bottom of the screen and waits for the red circle to close as Isak tosses and wraps all the covers and the whole duvet around himself. Even lets the video time out to ten seconds, puts a filter on it to make it a little brighter, and saves it to his memories.

The next morning as Isak rolls out of bed and is getting ready for school, he hears Even address him from the next room over.

“You know, you stole all the covers again last night.” Isak snaps his head over to he direction of the kitchen from where he is at the table.

“Nei, I did not.” He replies, his voice laced with childishness. Even returns from the kitchen with his tea mug in hand and sits down across from him.

“Ja, you did. You do every night. I freeze to death every morning, and you don’t even care. You need to do something about it”, Even says kind of smugly, raising his eyebrows as he sips his tea.

Whatever”, Isak says in English while narrowing his eyes. “You’re just sensitive”, he adds mockingly.

“You are aware that you have all the sheets wrapped around you when you wake up, right?” Even already knows he’s won this argument.

“I- but- that’s just- whatever”, Isak sputters lamely.

Even nods in a way that seems like he just confirmed plans with a friend. Now Isak knows he’s up to something.

Later that day, Isak, Even, and the rest of the Boy Squad are sitting around the courtyard chatting and eating lunch.

Jonas is retelling some anecdote about something embarrassing that happened to Magnus at a party on Saturday, Madhi occasionally interjecting a noise or a line to add the dramatic retelling. Magnus, meanwhile, sits by with a slowly reddening face as he sprinkles weak little “I did not”s and “That’s not how it happened”s through the story.

Eventually the whole conversation spirals into The Best and Worst of Magnus anecdotes, which then get weaved into The Best and Worst of Isak anecdotes, because Isak is the boy’s second choice of who to make fun of, Magnus claiming first of course. Jonas is currently reliving a story in which a girl in their elementary school class had a crush on Isak. Apparently, one day she tried to kiss him in the schoolyard, and he didn’t know how to deal with it, so he just kicked her in the shin and walked away. All the boys thought this was extremely comical, Magnus in particular, who unnecessarily points out, “It’s funny ‘cause now he’s with a boy now!” Even finds this whole story pretty hilarious and will definitely tease him endlessly about it later, but he has more pressing matters to attend to right now.

“Have I told you guys about Isak hogging all the blankets during the night?” Isak is immediately rolling his eyes, shaking his head, and saying, “Not this again, Even. You’re so dramatic.” All the boys turn to Even, Magnus’ mouth hanging open slightly, all of them silently asking are you gonna do anything about this?

Even just gives a little shrug and drops it. Its okay, because he has a plan for later.

Later that evening, Isak is lying on their bed scrolling through his phone while Even sits at the table, sketching. Isak liked Vilde’s latest post on Instagram, had scrolled through Facebook already, and was now checking Snapchat. Jonas posted a video of himself trying to film while skating, and ended up almost face planting. Eva posted a cute selfie of her and Penetrator Chris, Vilde posted a video of Chris talking about something weird and probably out of context, and Even posted- wait. Was he seeing this right? Even Even? Like, the Even he was dating that refused to post anything ever on his story Even? He clicks on Even’s name.

Over the top of his sketchbook Even sees Isak jolt upright right before screeching an ear piercing, “EVEN! HVA FAEN!? HOW COULD YOU!?” Isak doesn’t wait for an answer before he’s springing up and crossing the room to Even, who is currently tipped back in his chair resting on its back legs and laughing his ass off.

“GIVE ME YOUR PHONE”, Isak demands, and Even hands it over with a few more dissipating giggles. Isak opens the Snapchat app, pressing the three little dots on the right of the screen next to the My Story banner.  He scrolls down and presses on the video captioned “I told you, gutta”.Upon reading who all has viewed the video (Jonas, Yousef, Madhi, Mamma <3, Mikael, Adam, Noora, Magnus, Elias, Eva, Sana, Mutta, Eskild, Linn, Vilde, and Chris. So basically, everyone that mattered), Isak lets loose another sting of profanities while slamming his fists into Even’s chest and whining at the loudest possible decibel. Even is back to shaking with booming laughter while weakly trying to calm Isak down.

Needless to say, Isak will definitely get him back for this.


I don’t know if I want to continue these. We’ll see.

iswearidonthavet-mbl-r  asked:

Of course, of course! Let me use names, it might make it more understandable :) But feel free to switch their roles! "Modern AU: Clarke can't sleep at night; Bellamy often wakes up with nightmares. He ends up seeing all of her late night Snapchats and Instagram posts. Cue adorable late night talks, etc." Hope this helps!

I twisted it a little bit because Im incapable of writing angst… So it’s Bellamy having weird dreams and Clarke not sleeping at night! Social Media Au!

thank you @bellamybb for reading this over! tagging some people who showed interested in this @francyfifty @prongsno​ and also @selflessbellamy@marauders-groupie@boob-morley@hiddenpolkadots​ because i want your thoughts on this

Keeping me up at night

Clarke Griffin: Should I stop drinking coffee or should I continue not sleeping at night?

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           Wells Jaha: you’re gonna die at 30

           Raven Reyes: you could never stop drinking coffee. Rip friend. Nice knowing you.

Clarke wasn’t a big sleeper. Ever had been. Apparently, she didn’t need a lot of sleep to function.

However, she needed a lot of caffeine.

Her phone vibrated with a new Facebook notification: Bellamy Blake commented on your post.

          Bellamy Blake: I knew you were a fake. I don’t sleep at night by my own means thank you very much.

She smiled and immediately answered.

           Clarke Griffin: yeah you’re right. Coffee got me awake since im a baby…

           Bellamy Blake: clearly. Don’t do drugs kids.

She didn’t know Bellamy that well. She only met him once for one of Octavia’s birthday party but they somehow ended up following each other on most social medias. She wasn’t complaining because he was fun and he seemed to not sleeping at nights, just like her, and they always ended up talking through the night… She liked him.

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Say It Again

Summary: You and Sebastian have been in a secret relationship for four months when your friend sets you up on a date. You can’t turn it down, seeing as she thinks you’ve been single for years. When Seb finds out, you get into an argument.

Words: 1.7k

Seb x Reader

Warnings: argument, soft-core smut

A/N: this is part seven of my Birthday Smutathon for @laurivcr‘s birthday! You can find the masterpost here

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As prompt as ever, he boarded the northbound train at 6:45. His gaze met mine for a moment, but I looked away instinctively.

The crowd pushed him nearer toward me with every stop. I glanced in his direction, pretending to look away from my phone momentarily. The five o'clock shadow last week really grew out into a masculine scruff over the weekend. I attempted to get a better glimpse of his body, but I could only see his head above the crowd.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I know you're probably super busy with editing the Roman!AU and all, but I just started a Journalist!Percabeth AU, and after seeing all you posts about you being a journalist, I was wondering if you could give me any tips about being a journalist and how to make it realistic? Like, as someone who is a journalist, basically what goes on? If you don't have time I totally understand, just thought I'd ask. Your fic is awesome, btw! Keep up your amazing work. :)

Certainly! I only have experience at community newspapers, so I won’t be of much help if you’re writing about TV news. From what I understand, Anchorman is basically a documentary though. 

- In traditional newsrooms, most reporters have a main beat i.e. crime/courts, education, lifestyles, sports, etc. A general reporter gets tasked with doing a little bit of everything. The idea of keeping someone on the same beat for several years is so they become experts in what they’re covering and can develop relationships and build trust with sources. But because of staffing cuts, a lot of reporters have to pick up stories outside their beats as well and turn in at least a story a day, if not more. Basic social media and video skills are a plus. 

- Reporting is not particularly glamorous and exciting all the time. It’s a lot of sitting in epically boring zoning board meetings or re-writing press releases or finding a new way to cover a community event you’ve covered the last billion years. You get yelled at by sources and community members. Your editor squashes your story idea and makes you do their dumb idea instead. Your source wouldn’t return YOUR call but the TV station down the road got them to go ON CAMERA! Facebook comments make you want to die. 

- People dread having a desk near the sports section or the police scanner. The police scanner becomes dead noise after a while; you’re trained to snap to attention when the words “structure fire,” “shots fired,” “bomb” or the codes for a fatality are used. Then the real fun and panic of verification begins. Most sports people are cool, but there’s always that guy

- Up to four people can look at a reporter’s story before it goes live or to print. Mistakes still get made. Reporters have a love/hate relationship with editors because we change accidentally change the meaning of their story or write an inaccurate headline. Speaking of mistakes!

- It’s not unusual to wake up in a cold sweat and think, “Did I actually spell my source’s name/got a fact right after I know I tripled checked it?”


- Most reporters have messy ass desks. There’s always a pile of notes you meant to throw away, old papers, files, dishes, notebooks, pens, etc. 

- We are not paid well. Layoffs are almost always a source of worry. We don’t get any of the fun holidays (President’s Day, etc.) off. Staff usually rotate the on big holidays. 

- No one likes answering the general line because it’s usually someone calling to a) complain about their paper delivery, b) scream about your paper’s LIBURAL BIAS and how we should write more nice stories about Trump, c) “What time is the football game on?” or d) because they don’t know how to Google. Sometimes you get a real news tip though. 

- Depending on the market, there’s always at least one rival news organization that everyone lives to hate on for ripping off stories and doing a piss poor job of it. It’s usually a TV station. 

- Newsroom pizza is always the best pizza, second only in favorite foods to the newsroom donut box. 

- MORNING MEETINGS! Usually held to discuss story ideas and what reporters are working on for the day. Can be quick and easy, or long and painfully drawn out, depending on if you have a bunch of chatterboxes which… it’s a newsroom. There’s always a few of them. 

- Reporter: “Government official says I can’t have this document that’s supposed to be public.” Editor: “LET SLIP THE HOUNDS OF WAR. I mean, bullshit they won’t give it to you. File a FOIA request.”

…wow, this is long. Anyway, I hope this helps! Happy fic writing!

anonymous asked:

How do you feel about the Sense8(most diverse show ever) cancellation

hm, I mean canning it on the first day of pride was fairly tasteless. I’ve heard a lot of anger that it’s about race or sexuality (the cancellation that is) but honestly I don’t think that’s it, at least not directly. I really do think it was about money, they were shooting on location over 30 countries which is a huge outlay of cash. To compare Stranger Things literally didn’t have a costume budget, everything they wear was found at Good Will. What’s more is the directors, Wachowskis are Hollywood big shots who can do whatever they like, Netflix likely had to pay them a lot to get their time.

Speaking of, Season 2 only had Lana Wachowski, her sister Lilly ducked out. I won’t say if maybe conflicts with the Wachowskis had anything to do with it, but having only half of them show up for the second season seems telling to me.

Some people have claimed Netflix didn’t promote Sense8 aggressively enough, but really from my media consumption it was always in the top 5, maybe second only to Stranger Things in shows I saw ads for. The Christmas special was inescapable. 

I’m conflicted about the show in and of itself. On the one hand it was a highly diverse cast, of different races (though of 8 people 4 were white, maybe 5 depending how on counts Lito) and sexualities. However, a lot of the racial, societal and sexuality questions seemed to be being addressed from a clearly white POV and from a clear sexual point of view. @holyromanhomo put all the problems with the characters much better than I could

my main issue is the issue I always have with the Wachowskis, they come up with a really good idea, and do the least interesting thing imaginable with it. 8 People from around the world from very different points of view now have to live together in the most intimate way imaginable. So is it a story of their struggle to widen their own narrow world views? the fight to improve each other’s lives? nope. It’s a boring plot about a creepy shadow government agency that is out to get them for poorly defined reasons, i.e. the plot of so many many other movies and shows.

plus the Wachowskis always take their freshman philosophy class stuff and act like they are the deepest most smart humans who ever walked the earth. I ended up fast forwarding through the long Wachowski monologues in season 2, which cut the show in half, I missed no plot points and the show was a lot more fun. But over all I would have liked it more to watch up standing working class cop Will struggle with the fact that Wolfgang is a no joke mobster who kills people, lots of people. Or the fact that Sun, Capheus, and Kala come from homophobic countries and are now sharing head space with a gay man and a lesbian, for that matter Will is a working class Irish catholic cop and Wolfgang grew up a working class Russian immigrant chances are good they’re homophobic (more likely transphobic). Or Lito, who’s built his career (and life) around being super masculine because of internalized homophobia, a fear of being seen as a “sissy” well now he’s sharing headspace with a “man” who “became” a woman (as Lito would likely see it) And hey we’ve got 6 people fairly well off by world standards, Kala is no joke married to a billionaire, why did no one send any money to Capheus? when the mob was after him and his mom was dying because she needed HIV meds? or why did it take till the end of season 2 to break Sun out of prison? and did she really have to ride around in her underpants for that last fight? that seemed… hm

So basically, it gets style points for HAVING diversity, even if the ways it used it were often a little iffy, and it gets a lot of points for having a great basic idea. It falls down by being about the least interesting thing you can do with the basic idea. Also in avoiding what the diversity means (conflict between characters) 

I think it’s possible that the show didn’t do as well as it might have done because white middle Americans were turned off by the gay sex, which to their credit was as graphic as the straight stuff (a rarity in TV), I don’t know if race played a role given that most of the characters were white, and Will, Wolfgang, Nomi, and Lito always had the most to do, while Sun and Kala had basically nothing to do, and Capheus was there to have fights in Season 1 and have a subplot that went no where in season 2. (in fairness no one was less useful than Riley Blue who I keep forgetting is alive) 

meh, paired with The Get Down it’s sad to see less diversity on the screens, is Sense8 in and of itself worth saving/seeing, I won’t say so, as part of a widening of the stories told on TV it was a step, not a perfect step, in the right direction. Hopefully Netflix moves forward with more diverse projects, but I think it’s worth understanding they’re a business. People have bitched about “13 Reasons Why” getting a second season. I agree, it was literally unwatchable, leaving aside the bad messaging it sends, it’s just not interesting or good. However, I’m sure enough people watched it to make it worth Netflix’s time to make more. Maybe the Wachowskis were always going to back out and Netflix didn’t want to do it without them, same with Baz Luhrmann. However equally, maybe the expense of flying all over the world to shoot a Hollywood movie budgeted show wasn’t covered by the viewership, same with The Get Down, a much smaller show, but maybe one that didn’t have the viewership, I mean it didn’t even trend on here (or Facebook) when it canceled, Sense8 did but again, that was a lot more money spent. 

I guess what I’m saying is, if you like shows like Dear White People, or One Day at a Time, watch them, rewatch them, watch parties likely aren’t effective because netflix just sees that as one person. Make buzz on social media about it, Also the OA has the only trans character male character on TV right now, Orange is the New Black, Grace & Frankie deals with coming out late in life. 

Most of all, if you don’t see yourself out there in media, make some. Write, draw, act, make your own movies and web shows, we live in a time where sharing that shit has NEVER been easier. If you’re sad that a show is gone make more, and I know easier said than done, and maybe it won’t be as good or whatever, but honestly being upset doesn’t change it, you can sign a netflix petition but I doubt that Netflix doesn’t know the viewership levels of the show, they know just how many people saw it. The only thing you can do is prove there’s a market for diversity be that racial, cultural or gender and sexuality, write make up film new and interesting characters that reflect you and what you want to see, share them, because it’s all you can do, you can’t wait for people in cold towers to green light stuff for you, shows like Sense8 or The Get Down came from a demand for them, they came because the people in the towers saw that those were stories they could sell, they failed because they didn’t sell quite well enough. Maybe the White people, maybe the straight people, weren’t ready to watch, we can change that, you can teach them better.

So don’t give up, and thanks for reading my ramble. 

anonymous asked:

MBTI and why they lie??

lol just for fun:

ExFJs lie to keep up appearances.

At this point, they probably don’t know how to tell the truth. I mean, after 6 years, 4 holiday parties, and 1 best friend gift exchange—it would just be a dick move for them to tell their neighbor: ‘’Hey, I really hate your guts…..you’re dead to me Allen.” Even if that /is/ their honest opinion of Allen, it’s better to subtly drop hints through passive agressive facebook posts than to just throw it all out there in the open. 

 ExTJs lie because the truth doesn’t always make sense.  

Occam’s Razor is a wonderful thing– it’s how ExTJs live their lives. It’s how they got through the Great Pond Draining Incident of 2015. “It’s the drought,” they’d say, watching the sheets of rain pound against their windows.“Just the drought.” They didn’t notice the man who came nightly, covered from head to toe in kitchen sponges. They didn’t notice him submerging himself in the pond and stealing every last drop of water. “It has to be the drought!” they would cry.

 ENxPs lie because the truth is boring.

They don’t lie, they embellish. Thank god for that too. You’d probably get sick of hearing the absolutely iconic ‘’Johnny fell into the punch bowl story” if you knew that there wasn’t actually a punch bowl and Johnny just fell over because he’s clumsy as hell. 

ESxPs lie because they’re good at it.

Look, if you’ve got a natural talent, you might as well milk it to the last drop– no matter how much everyone else starts resenting you for it. That’s what it says in the bible right? Or maybe I’m thinking about the creators of Frozen, either way it’s a great philosophy and a guaranteed way to have a good time! 

IxFPs don’t lie unless they’ve been lying to themselves.

Or they’re really really mad at you and they really really want you to go away. 

IxTPs lie because…..ummmmm define lying.

Is it lying if I tell Ricky that I’m giving him sugar cubes for no reason, even though I do have a reason for giving him sugar cubes? Is it lying if Ricky is big and strong, and I want to instill a favorable response in him every time I introduce myself? Is it lying if I pretend to have 3 twin siblings so that I can introduce myself to Ricky four times a day and hence speed up the whole, get Ricky on my side process? Is classically conditioning people lying?? Was Pavlov lying? Are you saying that one of the most influential psychologists of all time was lying? Is it lying if–

INxJs don’t lie, okay???

And I think we’d all be able to see that if we could just open our eyes and let all that universal truth flood into us through our eyeholes. Carl Jung was right about everything. I phoned up my good friend The Collective Unconscious the other day and it told me, it said: “Dude, did you know INxJs never ever never lie, like never ever”. And if that’s not the truth, idk what is. 

ISxJs lie because sometimes, they don’t know what to do with the truth.

The truth, at times, can be a real pain. Imagine building a house from the ground up: you have the plans, you have the means, and you’ve finally accomplished what initially seemed like such a massive task. You’re really proud of yourself until one of the contractors taps you on the shoulders and hands you an extra brick. “Yeah…we forgot this one,” he says. Now you’re stuck in a fit of panic trying to hide this brick like it’s a dead body. “Damn it, Kyle….why didn’t you speak up?” You weren’t anticipating this.


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College Days

I rushed quickly through the college campus, seriously, my first day and I’m late for class, of course everything had to go wrong this morning. I dashed through the college and to my lecture room, the professor was mid sentence, he looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m so so sorry.” I started to speak.

“Just sit down.” He cut me off and pointed to a seat, I recognise the guy next to the empty seat, he was cute, dark brown hair cut into a slightly messy style, dark brown eyes, I wasn’t complaining about sitting next to him I was sure we’d met before.

“It’s Y/N right?” He said as I sat down, grinning at me, I smiled back and nodded, trying as best I could to remember his name, it clicked and I remembered it.

“Brendon right? I added you on Facebook?” He nodded enthusiastically, grinning at me as he took some notes, the professor cleared his throat and I nodded and looked forward, listening to the tutor, I kept looking over to see Brendon staring at me, he had his pen in his mouth, his eyes moving up and down me. I tried to ignore it but I was finding it kind of hot how much he was staring, I tried to pay as much attention to the lecture as I could taking some notes and listening as the professor spoke. After the lecture he stopped me outside of the room.

“Hey, do you have anymore lectures today? Or just the one?” He asked smiling and putting a notebook in his bag as well as his laptop.

“No just the one and of course I had to be late to it.” I laughed and turned to face him, he ran a hand through his hair and smiled.

“Wanna go for a coffee? I’ll pay?” He smiled sweetly, and shifted his bag on his shoulder and tilted his head to the side. “I mean it’s ok if you don’t want to.”

“No, no I’d love to.” I mean it’s the first day so not like I’ve got much else to do, I gave him a small smile, he grinned in return and we walked to find a local coffee shop.

We sat chatting in the coffee shop, we had met at the introduction last week, it was still nice to see him as just us. He bought me a coffee and sat down opposite me, taking a sip of his own.

“So… what made you choose this college.” He asked leaning back and getting comfortable on his chair.

“The music program.” I smiled and took a sip, looking at him intently.

“No way! Me too, the music program is the best, being able to practise and not get in shit for it.” He leant forward, beaming at me.

“Oh my gosh yes! I bought my guitar, I love playing when I’m bored.” I couldn’t help but smile, he was so passionate about music it was so cute.

“You play? We should jam some time, I write songs all the time and it would be cool to have someone to play with.” He bit his lip as he said it, we wound up having a huge long coversation about our favourite types of music, we both loved Sinatra, we ended up staying in the coffee shop for over 2 hours chatting about everything from music to family to our hobbies. He loved to skate, and even offered to teach me, finally we decided to leave, I was so shocked, we really did seem to have a connection. As we left the coffee shop he stopped me.

“You wanna… um come round my place later, I’m in a joint house, you could come over, we could listen to some music?” I smiled, he was kind of nervous and it was adorable.

“Sure! I’d love to… like half 6? We could get a takeout.” I tilted my head to the side, he grinned and we said our goodbyes, and headed our separate ways, I was excited for tonight, I may have only just met him, but I really liked him… already.

I’m my room I played with my hair a little, trying to make myself look good, Brendon and I had swapped mobile numbers and he messaged me his address, it was 6. I had to leave soon, I tried to make myself look presentable, I’d noticed a few likes pop up on my page as I was getting ready, notably on photos from a holiday I took last year, one shot was of me in a bikini on the beach laying sunbathing, he liked that one first as well as numerous other ones, I smiled, at least he saw me looking good I suppose. At about 6:15 I left my place to go see him, I walked the directions he gave me, when I knocked I was let in by a girl who told me his room as upstairs. I followed her directions and headed to his door, when I was outside I heard what sounded like moaning. Was he with a girl or something? I felt a little pissed considering he had asked me over and now it seemed like he had a girl over.
“Uhhh Y/N.” I heard through the door and froze, wait what… was he… I blushed a little and decided to wait a moment before knocking. “Uhh hold up!” He shouted panicked, I heard a lot of shuffling around. “Come in.” I opened the door, he looked a little flustered, his cheeks red, I noticed the picture of me in my bikini open on his laptop but decided to ignore it and spare him the embarrassment, it kinda made me feel like I wanted him more now, knowing he really did find me attractive.

“You ok?” I asked and sat down on his bed, I kept my eyes off my laptop as I noticed him slam the lid down quickly, he looked awkward like he didn’t know where to look or what to do.
“Yeah.” He cleared his throat and shifted, covering his lap. “I’m good, a little tired, just been… um listening to some music.” I bit my lip a little, I was getting horny, he looked so flustered and turned on himself, it was getting to me. I decided maybe I should tease a little, if I could get him to start it then at least I would know we were both on the same page. I flopped back onto his bed, letting the bottom of my stomach come out of my t-shirt, I wriggled my legs a little, stretching out, I could feel his eyes on me.
“So… what did you wanna do?” I asked running my fingers through my hair, stretching again, he cleared his throat and shifted on the bed.

“We could… put some music on.” He suggested, I knew he was watching me, hopefully it was having the desired effect, he shifted and took his laptop, hiding it from my view as he set his music up. He put on some Frank Sinatra and flopped next to me on the bed, he looked at me and bit his lip a little.
“Well we should probably learn more about each other right? So… when was your last girlfriend.” I asked trying to be up front, he hesitated.

“Like a few months ago? I find it hard to do the girlfriend thing, most girls are so boring, what about you? When was your last boyfriend?” We made eye contact and I smiled.
“Like 6 months, he cheated so I’ve stayed away from guys since really, I’ve had a few one night stands though.” I teased a little wanting a reaction, he raised an eyebrow.
“So you like sex then?” He asked, being up front with me now.
“Oh who doesn’t?” I grinned and leant on my elbows, leaning my head back. “Don’t you? Wow it’s bad how quickly this conversation turned to sex.” I giggled and smiled at him.
“Oh well, so… have you ever done it in public?”  He asked bluntly.
“Woah! Ok, fine yeah I have.” He looked at me questioningly. “With an ex at a gig before. You?”
“Like one time, and it sucked.” He laughed, shifting on the bed to face me.
“Did it? I found it pretty hot, not into kinky stuff then?” I teased, raising an eyebrow, I moved my legs, trying to look a little sexy.
“Hey I didn’t say that.” His hand trailed up my thigh slowly.
“Nah, I don’t believe you, I think you’re all soft and mushy when I comes to sex.” I looked at him, trying to stop myself from moaning.
“Oh really? And you’re into kinky stuff, like what then?” He challenged, looking at me intently.

“Standard stuff, hair pulling, biting, scratching, I’m just not the dominant one.” I grinned and drew my leg up slowly, showing off my body a little more, he stared as I moved.
“Ughh fuck this!” He growled practically jumping on me, grabbing hold of me and kissing me hard, practically pinning me down against his bed, his lips crashing against mine.

“You’re not dominant huh?” He teased, holding me down against the bed. “I’ll show you dominant.” He growled deep from his throat. “Stay there.” He ordered, standing and walking over to his door to lock it, he came back over and stood over the bed looking down at me. “Strip.” He bit his lip and watched me I hesitated and he grabbed my legs and pulled me closer, leaning over close to my face. “Maybe you didn’t hear me right baby. I said strip.” He bit my lip and pulled it with his teeth, I slowly slipped my jeans down my legs and off onto the floor, sliding my top up over my head, I reached behind myself to slip off my bra, he watched biting his own lip and undoing the buckle on his belt. I slid my panties down my legs, slowly, teasing him, he dropped his jeans, his buckle thudding against the floor, I threw my panties on the floor and sat as he watched me, taking his shirt off.

“What now.” I asked, looking up at him, he smirked and scolded me.
“Whatever I want.” He teased, standing at the end of the bed, he gripped my arm and pulled me upright, looking down at me, slipping his boxers down. “Well I need you to start me off…” He looked at me waiting, I bit my lip and kissed the tip slowly, teasing him a little, I felt his hand ball in my hair as a warning. “Don’t tease me.” He moaned, I did as I was told and slowly slid my lips down his cock, I began to move up and down, using my hand too, he kept his firm grip on my hair as his head lulled back in pleasure, moaning out loud, I saw him watching me as I moved my head, slowly swirling my tongue in circles, he groaned and tensed a little, biting his lip hard to refrain from moaning too loud. He used his grip on my hair to move my head up and down himself, taking control, it turned me on so much, I kept moving my tongue and hand to match, he groaned loudly, it was clearly working. He couldn’t stand it for long before he pulled me off and threw me back onto the bed, he climbed on top of me and pinned me down against, gripping hold of himself and slamming inside me.

He didn’t give me any time to adjust, thrusting hard and fast, gripping tightly to my body, his growling sounds made me shudder, it sounded so sexy, I hadn’t pictured him being like this when we had met at the introduction last week.

“Ughh Brendon.” I gasped out loud my back arching up, I was scolded with a sharp tug of my hair and a bite to my neck.
“Quiet. They’ll hear us.” He hissed in warning, gripping my hair tightly, giving it another tug, I gasped in pleasure, the pain turning me on even more, he definitely liked being in control, it showed a lot through the way he acted. His pace was fast and hard, he didn’t falter for a second, using his grip on my head to hold me still, kissing me hard on the lips, as his hips moved faster. I couldn’t resist teasing him myself, I moved and bit hard onto his shoulder, latching onto it roughly to see if he enjoyed it, he growled and writhed moaning at the bite, I bit a little harder and it only spurred him on more, his thrusts getting harder, gripping tighter to me, his fingers curled on my hips, nails digging in slightly.

“Mmm you wanna play that game huh?” He asked, his eyes darkening as he looked at me, he gave me a mischievous look before latching onto my own neck, biting down hard, I squealed in pain and pleasure, it felt so good mixed with his fast movements, he shifted his hip slightly to hit my gspot and it drove me insane, I started shaking against him, the bite mark was sore and a little tender but I didn’t care, all this felt too good to focus on anything but how good he was making me feel, the way he was thrusting giving me so much pleasure. My fingers curled on his back as I held my moans in, nails raking his skin, it didn’t seem to bother him, it just spurred him on more, he groaned a little.
“Brendon!” I gasped out loud, I couldn’t hold onto my moans any longer.
“I said shut up.” He growled, I was given a sharp tug to the hair and gained his hand across my mouth, covering it as he moved fast and hard, the odd whimper of sound came out from behind his hand, but he just revelled in it, enjoying the way he was making me feel. I couldn’t hold on much longer, I was already close, my body shaking against him.
“You feel so fucking good Y/N.” He growled as I felt him move slightly harder, I was so close but I could only whimper from behind his hand, I going to cum any second and I couldn’t even express it, with another hard thrust I went over the edge cumming hard round him, my body shaking and tensing up, tightening around him, he kept a firm grip on my mouth to keep me quiet, thrusting like a madman to keep me cumming for longer. Once I started to come down from my high, he slowed down and moaned in my ear.

He paused for a second before grabbing me and pulling me onto his lap, leaning back onto his bed and watching me, I felt weak but I wanted him more.

“You’re turn, ride me baby.” He ordered, pulling me down onto his cock, using his own hands to help me rock up and down on him, his head lulled back and he groaned, moaning my name as I felt myself sliding up and down his length, I moaned out his name.

“Mmmm yeah I’m close baby.” His hand came crashing down and smacked my ass making me shudder, I could feel him throbbing, it drove me so close to the edge I didn’t think I’d be able to hold on much longer. His hands rocked me against him, I was so close it drove me crazy, he shifted to rub my gspot and I couldn’t handle it anymore, I started cumming again, throwing my head back in pure pleasure, I couldn’t cope I yelled out his name as I began to tighten around him again, it set him off and he started cumming too.
“Fuck, baby I’m cumming. Uhhh Y/N.” He moaned loudly, biting down on my shoulder as he came, I yelled out again, rocking my hips for as long as I could, I gave in and stopped eventually, he pulled me closer to him holding me as we both shook a little.
“Mmm you’re soooo good.” He whispered kissing my neck softly and pulling me down onto the bed.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” I moaned, he cuddled up to me.
“So… you still wanna… like try this out? Me and you? Because I really like you and we’ve got so much in common.” He asked shyly, kissing me.
“Of course, I only tried it on because… well I kinda heard you.” He flushed bright red as he realised what I said, I snuggled into him and giggled. “It’s ok, it was kinda hot, that’s why I got so turned on.” He laughed a little and kissed me.

“So me and you?” He asked, kissing my forehead.

“You better take me for coffee tomorrow.” I teased, we cuddled and listened to music for the rest of the evening, who knew, this could be the start of something good.

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Art and Anatomy 3 (fem!Trixie x trans!Katya) - Pink Shrooms

It’s a new year, but old drama from first semester isn’t as dead as Katya would have hoped. Trixie decides to become a Youtuber. Katya decides to become a full time art hoe. Neither of them are prepared for what comes next.

OR: Shame is temporary, but the internet is forever.

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Nothing Like Us

Originally posted by swellowe


Nothing Like Us 

Despite the numerous warning Kiseok gave Jay about going public and how hard it was he decided to do it anyway. It wasn’t that Kiseok didn’t approve of your relationship, it just seemed that he still regretted going public with his all those years ago. And perhaps he considers it one of the reasons it didn’t work out.

But Jay wanted the world to know how in love he was with you. The gesture was sweet. He knew it might affect his fanbase, but he always said that you were worth it. You weren’t famous like him, you were just a regular girl, with a regular job, and regular life. No more, no less. And you honestly loved your life. You couldn’t ask for anything better. But you promised him that you could take anything they could throw at you. For him, you would take on the world.

When you got your first influx of hate mail it had been through your twitter. You didn’t want to tell Jay about it. You didn’t want to worry him. You would just block the users, but soon that became too much. Every time you blocked a few hundred you’d have even more. You told yourself to never, ever read the comments. But occasionally you saw a sweet supportive comment, but more often than not. It was someone telling you how much you didn’t deserve Jay. Calling you horrible things, telling you to do the world a favor and just-

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Prosecute my heart - a sasnar fic

Summary: When Sasuke comes into work and finds his office decorated in all things Halloween, he knows things have gone too far. Unfortunately for him, Naruto is all about taking things further…

Rated: T (but mentions of M-rated stuff)
Word count: 4.3K

On ff.net and ao3!

A Halloween/prosecutor au/office romance fic bc I had to!



Sasuke liked to think that he was neutral about Halloween. Actually, scratch that. He liked to not think about Halloween at all, but right now he found it very difficult to keep his brain free of the (fake) holiday considering his work desk was completely covered in all things Halloween.

It was Monday.

A Monday that so happened to be October 31st, and had he expected this he would have called in sick for sure.

But Naruto? Naruto was never expected, and Sasuke fought down the urge to wonder just how early the idiot must have clocked in to manage this disaster. If Naruto wanted to prank his co-workers then that was his problem. In fact, Sasuke was sure that he must have done the same to some of the others. Sasuke wasn't special, and the little flutter his heart made was simply pathetic.

You hate Halloween, Sasuke told himself, hanging off his coat and placing his bag on an extra chair. You told him as much last week. This is just a way to get back at you for being a slave driver.

For the past three weeks, Sasuke had been in charge of introducing Naruto to the wonders of being a prosecutor. While the younger man was doing a good job so far he was also all sorts of incredibly annoying, irritating, loud, and most of all too thrilled with the idea of them being friends outside of work. Sasuke had already been roped into several lunches (though often in the company of other colleagues so it wasn’t entirely suspicious), one after work drinking session (and boy was that a mistake he would never think about again), and an accidental accepted facebook friend request. He didn’t even use facebook, his brother had just forcefully made him one and he kept forgetting to delete it.

Shaking himself out of his miserable thoughts, Sasuke rolled up his sleeves and mentally prepared himself to rid his computer of fake cobwebs and spiders so he could at least work. There were decorative pumpkins spread across his desk, a black cat plushie perched on his windowsill, as well as several ghosts and skeletons hanging from his lamps. Not to mention the cut-outs taped all over his walls, and-

“Happy Halloween, Sasuke!”

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We got a chance to chat with Los Angeles based artist Mike Stilkey whose book sculpture, installations, and paintings have adorned various galleries and institutions all around the world.  When he’s not traveling to China or elsewhere, he can be found tending his cats, taking care of his son, winning pool tournaments in sketchy pool halls and creating whimsical and amazing works of art.   Here’s the Q&A with Mike Stilkey, enjoy!

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Creepypasta #424: Old Friends

I hadn’t seen Codie in almost ten years. Out of my small group of friends in high school he had done the best since graduating. He got a job out west with some tech company then got married and had kids. I was eager to meet him again. It gets lonely in the little hick town we grew up in. The stuff that had once been entertaining to me now felt dull and tired without the ole’ gang.

People give you weird looks when you hang out up town on a Friday night. That’s the realm of the young and naïve. A thirty year old gets labeled a “creep” real easy in this town. I don’t care though. We had our own place to hang out back in the day, and I still go down there once in a while just for the hell of it.

I saw Codie walking down the trail lined with tall grass and paved with rocks and broken glass. He smiled and I felt the companionship I hadn’t fully experienced in years. Married life must have been good to him, because he had gained about 20 pounds. But his wide toothy smile set under thick glasses hadn’t changed one bit. He called out, “Jerry! Man, it’s good to see ya!” It felt good to hear someone call out my name. I actually fought back tears.

When he stopped in front of me he reached out his hand and said, “Really? We’re going out there, huh?”

He wasn’t annoyed, just a little surprised. He had suggested on the phone going somewhere to eat. I think he said something about steaks and drinks, but I was too excited about having at least half the old gang together to go down to the “Slash” again.

We said all the things old friends say when they haven’t seen each other in a while. Admittedly I was a little embarrassed. I hadn’t done much since graduation except float from one shitty minimum wage job to another. I hadn’t even had a legitimate girlfriend in probably eight years. I don’t care, though. I don’t begrudge my friends for doing something with their lives. In fact, I was proud of Codie.

I led him down the trail and into the shroud of trees that cover the Slash. The Slash has both a calming effect, and strangely, a sense of foreboding when you enter. Maybe I invest too much emotionally in our old stomping grounds, but I always felt some strange duality of emotion when we hit the trail and descended the steep sides of this place. I looked back to gauge the mood of Codie and was pleased to see him smiling back at me.

“So, have you talked to Brian or Eric, lately?” asked Codie.

It grew dark quickly because the Slash was thick with vegetation. I pondered the question for a short moment then turned and said, “Nope. I was surprised to hear from you.”

We kept descending the steep grade toward the place we used to convene our immature gatherings during our high school years. I heard the dirt slip from under Codie’s feet and turned just in time to see him reach out and steady himself with the trunk of a young tree.

The Slash is unique, I think. Maybe not, but I bet the terrain is rare. I had heard that it had once undergone extensive strip mining long before my home town was more than a row of houses next to a railroad. The fact that it was a natural valley carved by a shallow creek over the centuries had only aggravated the human excavation. This land on the edge of my boring hick town was virtually useless. I have come to the conclusion that the best way to save nature from the slow creep of suburbs, shopping malls, and convenience stores is to strip mine the place. Because if you’ve come across the jagged scars of land that has undergone such treatment then you know that decades later it will be uninhabitable by the human constructions built by contractors.

“I had kept in touch with Eric for a while, but I don’t know what he’s been up to for the last couple of years. He doesn’t have a Facebook page,” said Codie.

“Oh, he’s still around. The last time I saw him was after he got divorced. I haven’t heard from him the last few years, but he always kept his feelings to himself,” I said.

The bottom of the Slash was close, and I could hear the lazy flow of the creek. When I hopped onto the mossy ground next to the water I looked up the way we had come and could see the obsidian colored veins that men had dug out of the earth so long ago it was almost like a mythic story. Other than the coal and dirt we were enveloped in gloomy trees and thick tussles of briar and bush. The sun was still in the sky somewhere, but you wouldn’t know it from here.

“Have you seen Brian? I haven’t heard from him either,” said Codie.

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"Hey Wanna RP?"

Warning: rape threats.

I used to be in this rp group on facebook who was super active back then, like really active. There were people rp-ing Here and there and basically you just post a starter on the wall and people can come and rp with you through the comments section. I was never really that good of an rp-er since I used asterisks because I was lazy, but that group was like my escape from the real world. It used to be pretty cool.

I recently got out of my weaboo phase when I met him. As much as I’d love to just print his name out for everyone to see , I’ll just stick to covering up his identity.(because im nice.)

Lets call him A. A for annoying. A for atrocious. A for Abrasive. A for…Antelope..? 

..ignore that.

You see A was your typical weaboo: uses broken Japanese he learned from Anime, Calls himself “otaku”, is obsessed with Japan, overuses the word “kawaii”..etc. I met him through that said RP group where he bombarded the group with his starters, but to no avail, they remained unanswered.

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