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400 Follower Spn Song Challenge

Well for my 400 follower celebration I have decided to do my first challenge I’ve never done one of this so it should be interesting. I’m super excited about this and I hope you all like it. Thank you again for all the love and support, I love all of you.

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anonymous asked:

omg no. ship what you like it's fine. i ship nick and griffin of Car Boys™️. it was just the sheer nerve of writing to griffin. what did you say? you're being too cute with your cute coworker? stop feeding each other? people really like it?

rps is really gross and like… if people consider russ/doug to be rps, then id rather not ship it, its not a case of i feel like im being policed or censored when the concept of it being considered rps is brought up, and i dont MIND people criticizing me for these sort of things, if its bad and people consider it to be something im STRICTLY against, then i will willingly stop supporting it, thats the thing, im not defensive about this and thats a huge issue i have with you guys

regardless, youve given me a platform to show what i sent him: 

“Hello Griffin, I apologize ahead of time if this is something you are already aware of and do not wish to speak of, but I just wanted to run this by you to see whether or not this is okay.

There are some people on Tumblr that ship you and Nick together. Several people have told them that this is creepy behaviour but they continue to do so and it regularly delves into NSFW territory. They have said that they will stop if either you or Nick say you are uncomfortable with this, but I know from experience that this is not true.

The purpose of this email is not to get you to make a public statement about this, but so that I know whether or not you think this behaviour is okay. If you (and Nick, though I have not talked to him about it since I see him put up with so much on Tumblr already) are okay with this, then I suppose it will no longer be a concern of mine.

Have a nice day, and thank you in advance.”

mokubrovp  asked:

Yugi, are you here? Did you and Seto talk today? I'm just asking because I don't know what's wrong with him. He won't like me asking you, though... Did something happen between you two?

Huh? Something between us…..? No, last time we talked we were fine! Why?? You say there’s something wrong…? Oh no…. there’s not a lot of things that can upset Seto…. do you have any idea what might have happened??

4

“Wow, this place is not what I thought it would be.” Paul frowned a little as they were placed at their table.
“It’s the best, they have awesome fajitas.” Maisie smiled.
“If you don’t like it, why did you agree to come with us to a Mexican restaurant?” Evie said sharply.
Maisie starred at her as to tell her to stop. Evie rolled her eyes and mouthed the word ‘fine’ to her.
“Maisie didn’t tell me where we were going.” Paul said simply, obviously not picking up on Evie’s sarcastic tone.
“We could always go someplace else?” Maisie suggested.
“No, no!” Paul said “If I could endure the office accident of 2011 I can surely endure this.” he chuckled and Maisie laughed a fake laugh.
“So what do you do Paul?” Evie said, turning to him, trying to be nice.
“I’m a bookkeeper.”
“Well that is just… fascinating.” Evie felt confused as he didn’t attempt to further the conversation by asking about her job.
“Evie works as a mixologist.” Maisie told Paul with a big smile. “In the fashion district.”
“Huh.” he said, seemingly uninterested, he picked up the menu and started browsing.

 Request: can you do a Kai fluff where youre studying in college?

word count: 2241

Notes: so this is actually my first time in years writing a fanfic, and this is my very first time writing fluff, so please don’t be too hard on me! There’s a lot that I have to improve on and the story isn’t great but this is just an effort. I hope at least a few of you will like it haha. 

“Medieval literature??! Old English?? Are you kidding me?? I can’t believe you talked me into taking this course!” You whisper aggressively to your friend while the professor goes through the course outline. 

“Don’t worry! It’ll be fine! It’s not that bad, and we’ll be together the whole time so stop stressing over it!” Your friend Allyson replies while smiling. It was that smile she did whenever she knew that she was gonna get it from you later on.

“ I’m still angry at you, if I do ba-“

You look up and you see a guy walking into class 20 minutes late. He had his headphones plugged in, and he leisurely walks towards the seat right beside you even though there were 4 other empty seats beside you. You suddenly stop talking and focus your full attention to the lecture. In your mind, the only thing that’s going through your head is how attractive the guy sitting beside you is. You steal a glance towards his side, and notice just how perfect his side profile is, and you quickly look back flustered, and for the next 30 minutes of that class, all you can think about is the amazingly attractive guy who came and sat beside you when there were 4 other empty seats in that row.

“Hey! Allyson! Did you notice that guy who came into class late?” You ask her as you walk out of the classroom.

“Ya why? You think he’s cute? You probably do. I saw you getting all fidgety after he showed up. Haha.”

“What! No! Was I that obvious? And I was fidgety because the seats were uncomfortable!”

“Ya sureee” she replies while rolling her eyes. “But he was alright. You should talk to him or something since he came and sat right beside you.” She winked.

“Are you kidding me? I start stuttering whenever I have to talk to anyone slightly attractive!” You yell back.

“You know what? You just have to loosen up! It’s because you overthink and over analyze everything. Stop doing that and you’ll be fine.”

In your mind, you really want to talk to him, but you know deep inside that you just can’t do it. You just don’t have enough courage. For the next few weeks, the same thing happens over and over again. He comes and sits beside you, and you sit there like a rock while being self conscious of every move you make because you don’t want to look stupid in front of him, and every class, you leave with the regret that you still haven’t talked to him. The only information you know about him is his name. Kai. Short and simple. But then, a miracle happens. Your professor tells the class that he’ll be putting all of you in groups for small group discussions, and you inevitably end up in the same group. Talk about luck. In your mind, you’re having a tiny panic attack because you know that you have to interact with him, and you don’t have much choice about it. You quickly glance to his side to look at him, and he looks back where you both make eye contact. That was the most progress you’ve been through in weeks! This was a start to something.

           The group discussion was pretty awkward at first since you were pretty shy around people you weren’t comfortable with, so you just sat in the corner, while listening to the rest of the group members talk. You notice Kai constantly glancing at you during the whole thing. Then after a while, he moves his chair closer to yours and leans over to you.

“Hey, I noticed you weren’t talking much. Do you have any ideas that you would like to share? You can just tell me and I’ll tell the others if your shy.”

At first, you were taken aback by the sudden kindness he showed, so you just sat there flustered for a few seconds. It was the first time someone actually took into consideration your somewhat social anxiety.

“Uh, no its okay. Thank you though,”

“Okay,” he smiles back. He had the sweetest most genuine smile ever, and you could literally feel your heart melting. His smile was literally flowers and everything nice. He was simply the sweetest guy you’ve talked to.

As the days went along, you started to gain more confidence and talked much more in the groups, and you started to notice more and more that Kai was staring at you and smiling time and time again, but you being your oblivious self didn’t think much about it. You were happy of course, but you only thought he was smiling just to be nice. Since you sit beside each other, you would have small conversations about your other courses and it turns out that both of you are in the same chemistry class! You just haven’t seen each other since it was a 500 student lecture hall, and since both of you don’t really have any other friends in that class, you start sitting next to each other in chemistry class as well.

           One day, you walk out of English class with Allyson, and Kai runs from behind to catch up, and taps you on the shoulder.

“So have you started studying for the chem midterm yet?” he asks

“Oh kinda, but not really. I don’t really get what’s going on to be honest.” You laugh back

“Ya I feel the same… So I was wondering. I was wondering if you would like to study together some time?” he was stumbling his words and that was the cutest thing ever.

Allyson who was beside you gives you a slight jerk on the shoulder and walks away smiling

You stand there quiet and shocked for a second because this was the first time a guy. An extremely attractive guy that you’re actually attracted to asks something like this.

“So. What do you think? You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I was ju-“

“Ya of course I would like to!” You suddenly cut him off. “Sorry I was just thinking if I had any other plans. Does tomorrow work for you? I was planning on staying late to study anyway.”

“It works for me! It’s a study date then.” He pats you on the shoulder and leaves, and your left there wondering if everything was a dream or reality.

“OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG! Did he actually just ask me out on a study date?” You squeal  at Allyson through the phone. “Ally! I don’t know what to do! How to act! Do I just study? We just study right? Isn’t it going to be awkward? I’m so awkward all the time!”

You can hear Allyson sighing through the phone. “It’ll only be awkward if you say its awkward. Just be yourself and have fun, and if there’s something going on between the two of you, then it’ll happen.”

“But Ally! You’ve dated so many guys before and I’ve never dated a single guy in my life. I don’t know what to do or how to act or anything! PLEASE TELL ME WHAT TO DO!

“You study.” She replies dryly.

“Thanks friend. You were useful.”

For the rest of the night, you can’t sleep properly because you kept thinking about your upcoming study date with Kai and all your fantasies you have with him.

           Morning comes, and you wake up being super rejuvenated and happy even though you haven’t gotten much sleep. You actually put effort into looking nice for once, so you wear a little makeup and a little bit of lip gloss on your lips to give yourself a vibrant look. You straighten your hair, and pick out your nicest, yet most simplest shirt out since you don’t want to seem like your trying too hard.

The rest of the day however seemed like it went forever. All you wanted to do was spend some time with Kai, and after a grueling long day, the time had finally come. You guys meet in one of the libraries. You see him walking towards you with the brightest smile you’ve ever seen, and he takes a seat beside you. You both sit and study for about 20 minutes, but you couldn’t really get to talk much since you were sitting in the quiet area of the library. After a while, Kai leans over to whisper in your ear. You could feel his warm breath on your neck, and this feeling made your heart skip a beat.

“Hey, this place is too quiet for me. Do you wanna go somewhere else where we can talk a bit more? I know this quiet little pocket in the science building where no one really goes to. Do you wanna go?” he asks

“ya-a sure. I feel the same way.”

Both of you get up to leave, and as you go to lift up and carry your heavy chemistry textbook, Kai puts his hands on your shoulder and stops you.
“Wait, I’ll carry the textbook. It looks pretty heavy.” He smiles

“Haha thanks. It is. I don’t really get why I lug around this huge thing with me.” You laugh a bit too loud and the rest of the people in the library look up to you in annoyance.

You both quickly apologize and bolt out of there, and Kai shows the way to his regular little study corner. He was right. It was quiet, and no one was there, so it was the perfect place to study… and possibly do other things

           There was a long awkward silence between the two of you, since it was the first time that you’ve been together alone, so neither of you knew what to say so you both just quietly studied. After about half an hour, Kai finally broke the ice and said the first words, and what he said took you by surprise

“I like how your hair looks today. It looks nice when its down… I mean, it looks nice when its tied up too but having your hair down suits you.” He was stumbling his words..

You didn’t think of him as an awkward guy, so you were taken aback by his sudden cuteness.

“Thank you. I just wanted a change for once since I always tie my hair.” You laugh back, while being completely awed by his cuteness. After that, it was so much easier to talk to him, and there was not really any tension between the two of you, and time flew.

But there was one defining moment that changed everything.

“I had a question. I don’t really get this whole orbital concept so can you maybe explain it to me?” You ask Kai

“Ya sure. I didn’t get it at first either.”

He suddenly leans over to you, and both of you make eye contact. Your faces were inches apart from each other, and you could hear him breathing loud and clearly. He slowly starts inching towards you, and as your lips were close to touching, you suddenly turn away, and the only thing you could feel was his lips on your cheek. You could feel your eyes about to bulge from their sockets due to the sudden shock, and Kai suddenly turn away flustered.

“Haha, sorry about that. I didn’t know what I was thinking.”

In your mind, your kicking yourself for turning away that amazing opportunity, but then you feel a sudden burst of confidence, which makes you pull him towards you, and land a kiss directly on his lips. Everything happened so suddenly, and you had no idea what had gotten into you for doing something so unlike yourself but it felt great. His lips were so soft, and he smelled so good.

You could feel his hands gently going up your waist, and along with this, you but your arms around his neck, and moved your body closer to his. You were pretty much sitting on his lap at this point. You could feel the warmth of his whole body and the gentleness of his hands. You could feel him starting to move towards your neck, and he starting kissing them gently, and at this point you were sitting on his lap.

This probably lasted for about 15 minutes, until you realize what time it was. It was almost 11!

You quickly jerk away and apologize

“I’m so sorry but I didn’t realize the time! I have to get going or my parents are going to get worried”

You quickly shuffle off from his lap in a panic and gather your stuff.

“I’ll drive you home. It’s too late for you to take the transit.”

Kai drives you home, and throughout the whole ride, the only thing that was on your mind was your passionate makeout session with him, and neither of you talked during the whole ride.  As you go to unbuckle your seatbelt, he stops you.

“So what happened today. What does it mean?”

You smile at him, and lean over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“What do you think it means?”

“Holy shit where did that confidence come from?” you scream in your mind.

Kai looks at you with a surprised look on his face, and laughs. “Then I guess your mine from now on.” He kisses back

You giggle, and wave him off as he drives away.

anonymous asked:

Every single time Aang forced a kiss with Katara like during the invasion and in Ember Island, she looked surprised, uncomfortable and she straight rejected one of them, I'm curious to hear your thoughts on their kiss in The Cave of Two Lovers episode, she kissed him and then blushed when they came out, why do you think this is so? To me this doesn't show anything romantic at all she just did so they could get out, but apparently to some people this is where she's showing she likes Aang...

To me, she blushed because she’s a fourteen year old girl who just kissed her friend. I think it could’ve been romantic had the natural and appropriate  development of Kataang not fallen off the face of the planet after that episode.

To the people who think it shows she liked Aang… Okay, fine. She didn’t like him at the end. (screen grabs are from @araeph)

*sighs* I am feeling rather depressed right now. Not too badly, but since I don’t get depressed often, I get down when I do. But I just want to say sorry that I haven’t really been socializing a whole lot, but in all honesty that’s just who I am. I’m shy and I don’t normally make the first move. I am a little better at being “outgoing” over the internet, but I am still really shy. So if you’ve messaged me and want to be friends, and I just didn’t appear too enthusiastic or… well excited, its mainly because I am super shy and I don’t want to accidentally hurt your feelings. And after the whole voltron-dragon thing… I felt really bad for accidentally offending her (I still have no clue how I did but she got very upset, and I feel bad for hurt her feelings) and then I felt even worse when I went and talked to a really sweet person in the fandom about it, telling them about what voltron-dragon said about them, and I feel guilty that perhaps I hurt that persons feelings as well. And also, just so you all know, I don’t get angry easily. I have a tendency to try and figure things out rather then argue, cause I really do hate even kinda hurting anyone’s feelings, so I try to avoid it when possible. That’s another reason why I’m bad at socializing, I sorta feel like if I say something the wrong way it’ll hurt the others feelings, and I don’t want that to happen. So if any of you have something to say, like constructive chritism on how I could improve my stories, art, or gifs, please say so! I’d love the help, and it always makes me feel good when someone offers a tip. So don’t feel afraid that you’ll offend me with a constructive comment, cause it takes a lot for me to get offended. :) *sighs again* on topic gifs, sorry they’re so crappy. (On here and on my other blog kat-loves-dragons) I’m really really trying to make them better, and I’ll keep working at them. So thank you to those who’ve been reblogging and favoriting them. It means a lot to me. (Jennie (@fangirling1998) you’ve been such a sweet heart ❤) Sorry this got so long and is pretty much a self-pity party, but it felt good to just let it out. So thank you for reading, love you all and sorry if I’ve hurt any of your feelings *hugs you all* ❤

Dear Charlie,

I fucking hate myself. There it is, the honest truth.

Two or three months ago I told my mum that I think I have anxiety (little does she know I also have a crippling low self esteem, depression ya know all that fun stuff) and what did my loving mother do in response to my confession…

nothing.

She kept telling me she’ll get me some sort of help but she hasn’t and I don’t think she ever will.

In other news, my depression is coming back and it’s stronger than ever. It’s strange because it only seems to take effect when I’m alone. When I’m around people I’m usually fine but then I’m alone in my room and I just want the world to stop spinning.  

Do you ever fantasize about your own death Charlie? I’m sure you do. I don’t think that’s a weird thing to do but i think about it a lot. I think about a random picture of me on the screen as the students at my school file into chapel. I don’t know what picture they’d use. But in my head it’s a picture that doesn’t even exist. I’m just wearing a blue top. Anyway, my friends will have noticed that I’m not at school and they’re already assuming the worst as they all stare at my picture. Em and possibly Bar knows. I think Bar has always known whats wrong with me. As I have with her. The principle walks up to the chapel stand, lets out a small cough as he says.

“She killed herself”

Perhaps a dull silence would fill the room. Perhaps it breaks out into chatter, or sobs.

It ends there.

I’m just a little curious as to how they would react. I really would like to know. If I were to kill myself, the afterlife is probably just a big black nothingness. Or I’ll be in hell since suicide is a sin (on the off chance that there is a God)  

I don’t have the guts to kill myself. But I do think about it. A lot. Thank you for letting me rant Charlie.

Love Always,

AW

SKAM 4.03 Clip 3 - This is how you succeed

[This is how you succeed with a good cover name and russ bus concept]
[Notes: BUS MEETING
Cover name - lots of promo
- Mix the mysterious with humor
Main concept and cover name - must be connected]
[Did you manage to get 300.000?]
[Easily]
[You kidding?!?!?!?]
MOM: Hi!
SANA: Hello!
MOM: Have you gone to bed already?
SANA: Ehh, no.
MOM: Do you need the cup or are you done with it?
SANA: I’m done.
MOM: Yeah.
SANA: Mom?
MOM: Yeah?
SANA: I was wondering if I could invite some girls over on Friday?
MOM: Yeah?
SANA: Yeah, it’s fine?
MOM: Yes, it is. How many are you? Are you a lot?
SANA: Not that many.
MOM: No. What are you going to do?
SANA: Mhmmm.
MOM: I ask too many questions, don’t I? I do. Right?
SANA: No…
MOM: But that doesn’t mean I don’t trust you. I do. I just miss talking with you. You used to tell me all your secrets. Do you remember that?
SANA: Do you wanna hear a secret now?
MOM: Yes.
SANA: There is a boy I like.
MOM: Muslim?
SANA: Yes.
MOM: Tell me about him.
SANA: He is funny and smart…
MOM: Good-looking?
SANA: Yes, very good-looking. And I even think he can cook.
MOM: He’s perfect for you! Do you think I can meet him?
SANA: Uh, I don’t think we’re quite there yet. I’ve only talked to him a little, and I don’t even know if he likes me.
MOM: Like you? Of course he likes you! Who doesn’t like you?
SANA: Do you think so?
MOM: Yes, I do.
SANA: I hope so.

Kitchen Counter (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Smut.
Word count: 2.4k

Part two: Laundry Room. Part three: The Club.

Summary: “Baby, we’re in your parents’ kitchen.” You muttered, squeaking softly, trying to push his arm away with both of your hands, but he just kept pressing those fingers into your core. “That’s what makes it so naughty.” He whispered against your neck before his mouth wound up back against yours.


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Some Strings Attached

Ugh so there was a post going around that I’ve now long since misplaced but it was like “I just saw you go upstairs with someone else and I know we’re only fuck buddies but I’m gonna go punch them in the face” and I was HERE FOR IT. If somebody remembers the post, link me. In the meantime, have some Sterek getting together fluff.

“Just tell Derek you want to date him,” Scott says, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world.

Stiles bugs his eyes and flails his hands in wordless frustration, because the correct response to this patently ludicrous advice eludes him. He had come for sympathy, not pie-in-the-sky delusions. “Scott. Bro,” he finally gasps. “How could you even suggest that in good faith? No way! Bad plan!” He slashes his arms in a demonstrative X. “The only reason we’re even hooking up is that I made it super clear I was down to fuck, no strings attached! I’m not ruining a good thing by announcing to Derek Hale that I’m 85% in love with him.”

“Why?” Scott genuinely seems confused, the sweet summer child. After falling into a happy triad with Allison and Isaac after their first semester at UCLA, he doesn’t really understand the definition of “unrequited.”

Stiles turns his attention to a hanging thread on his t-shirt, sourly tugging it loose. “He’s out of my league. I mean, with the baseball, and the smarts, and the sarcasm, and those eyes…” he breaks off with a sigh. The last thing he needs to do is remind himself of how gone he is on Derek. “Just, he’s popular. Dictionary definition of too cool for school. And the three people he actually deigns to hang out with here are all just as cool and good looking as he is. Do I need to remind you I’m not? I’m a gawky, nerdy Sophomore. I’m lucky to even be his fuck-buddy.”

Scott makes a face, incredulous. “I dunno, he must like you well enough if he’s still sleeping with you after all this time. What’s it been, six months? And you guys hang out, too, you’re always telling me about how easy it is to chat with him after you bone. So it’s not just sex.”

Stiles grimaces. “Yeah, but it’s not…”


“… a real relationship,” Derek says into the phone, hearing full well the heavy dejection in his voice. So sue him; the admission is more than a little depressing. “He just wants to be fuck buddies.”

“How do you know?” Laura asks reasonably. “Maybe this Stiles person would be interested in dating you, too. No offence, but you’re not great at reading people. I mean, he’s interested in chilling with you even after you hook up, and clearly he enjoys the physical aspect. Did he actually ever say he wasn’t looking for more?”

Derek heaves a sigh, rolling his eyes even though she can’t see over the phone. “Yep. About two minutes after the first time we slept together he said, ‘no strings attached, obviously.’ So, you know, pretty safe bet that it’s no strings attached.”

“Oh,” Laura says. For once she doesn’t have a snappy comeback.

“Oh,” Derek agrees. Dejectedly.

She gives him a sympathetic little hum, and then asks, “and he’ll definitely be at the sorority barbecue?”

“Yeah.” Stiles and his broad shoulders and his long fingers are definitely going to be at the party.

“Maybe you shouldn’t go,” his sister says softly. “If you really like him, and he’s just looking to get laid…”

Derek groans. Not go, and give up a chance to hook up with Stiles? Smart, maybe, but not something he’s capable of doing.

The problem is, he’s liked Stiles forever. Or at least since he first saw him, laughing uproariously and running around with his friends with an actually broom between his legs, playing “Quidditch.” Derek would have been way too embarrassed to do something like that on the front lawn, but Stiles made it seem like the most effortlessly awesome thing a person could get up to.

No, compared to Stiles, Derek is practically a social recluse, an awkward jock with only about three people who he gets along with at all. Stiles definitely doesn’t want to get saddled with a boyfriend like him. He’s lucky they’re even hooking up after all this time.

“Derek, I mean it,” Laura says. “Look out for yourself for once.”

“I know, I know,” Derek grumbles. “But it’s not my fault he’s…”

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anonymous asked:

prompt: isak comforting and taking care of even during one of his depressive episodes in their new apartment xxx

Anonymous said: Skam prompt: Isak looking after Even during an episode, maybe?


It never feels like Isak’s looking after Even when he’s like this.

Not really, anyway. It feels more like…helping him out. 

Even can’t bring himself to make breakfast? Okay, Isak can cook some eggs for the two of them, even if he can’t make them as well as Even does. Even feels overwhelmed at the idea that it’s his turn to wash the dishes? Well, there’s probably some dishes still left over from Isak’s turn, anyway. Even can’t handle going to school? Isak can let the school know and pop over to his teachers to collect any work Even’s missed. He genuinely, really, absolutely, doesn’t mind. He knows that as soon as Even feels better, he’ll pick things back up. Until then, Isak is there to help him out. Which is okay. Things are okay. Things will be okay. 

One day, Isak finds himself walking home from school and, despite himself, he can’t help walk that bit quicker knowing Even is home, alone, feeling low and a little hopeless.

He steps inside and heat hits him like a punch to the face. Because Jesus, their flat feels like a fucking sauna. They’re entering the summer months anyway, and they have so many large windows that it kind of turns their place into a greenhouse when the sun’s out. But it’s more than that. Isak’s fingers trail over the radiator and find it almost boiling to the touch. He frowns, switches the heating off, and walks into his and Even’s bedroom.
Even is curled up in bed, duvet splayed on the floor, t-shirt and hair damp with sweat. Isak swallows hard, because it just isn’t a nice sight. Even just looks so small like this. 

At some point, Isak’s legs remember how to work. He opens their window as wide as it will go before climbing in bed, next to Even, pressing a kiss on his cheek to wake him up.

“Are you trying to cook yourself alive, or?” Isak murmurs, laughing a little nervously, trying not to make his worry abundantly clear. 

It takes Even a little while to respond, but eventually, he opens his eyes. Looks at Isak before his eyes dart away quickly as he rolls onto his back to stare at the ceiling. 

“I tried turning it down, but…” His voice is small, raspy, and his eyes are teary and tired and God, Isak just wants to make it all go away for him. “I couldn’t figure it out, so.”

“I’ve fixed it,” Isak murmurs gently, threading a hand through Even’s hair. It’s a bit gross; greasy and sweaty, and if Isak’s honest, Even hasn’t showered in days and the whole room stinks because of it. It’s alright, though. Isak doesn’t mind that much.

“I just.” Even swallows hard, tired eyes fluttering shut, looking on the verge of tears. And Even’s cried over less when he’s been like this; out of frustration and exhaustion and, well, depression. Isak learnt a long time ago that comforting words can’t always do a huge amount when Even’s like this. That the best thing he can do sometimes is simply sit there and be with him.

“Hey,” Isak murmurs, turning Even’s face to look at him, making their eyes meet. Even’s eyes are a little dulled, a little less light, a little less starry. They’re heavy, exhaustion radiating from them, but they’re still Even’s eyes. Wonderful and perfect and Isak loves them just the same. “Minute by minute, yeah?”

Even swallows again. “Yeah,” he says quietly, and Isak smiles a little, brushing his thumb over Even’s cheek, then his mouth. He closes the distance between them and kisses him, soft and undemanding and reassuring. Just letting him know he’s there. Even’s mouth tastes a little bitter, teeth unbrushed and lips dry and chapped, but Isak wouldn’t want any other lips but these. Even’s. Even, who is the brightest and kindest and most beautiful person Isak knows, even when he’s low like this. 

“How about a shower?” Isak suggests tentatively. 

After half a minute of silence, Even nods, pulling himself out of bed with heavy limbs and tired eyes. It’s progress, though. Good progress. 

Isak fixes the shower so it’s the colder side of warm - they’re both boiling from the heat of the flat - and when Even gets undressed, Isak picks his clothes up. Says, “I’ll join you in a minute, I just need to put the washing on.”

Isak collects the rest of the dirty clothes from their bedroom which - okay, their bedroom is a tip, but Isak’s never been particularly tidy and maybe it does go to shit a tiny bit when Even isn’t there to remind him to pick his clothes up. But whatever.

He strips the bed linen, too, down to the pillow cases, and crams everything into the washing machine before returning to the bathroom. Even is under the shower, rubbing the shower gel over his body kind of numbly and methodically. Isak undresses himself, steps in the shower with Even, and smiles up at him. Kisses him once, softly and gently. Another day, another mood, kisses in the shower can be messy and hungry and desperate. But not in times like this. Times like this, the kiss is nothing but a reassuring hello, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Noses brushing against one another, foreheads together, deep breaths and closed eyes. Standing under the jets of water and melting into one being. And Isak just can’t help thinking that if something as simple as love could make Even happy, then he’d be the happiest boy in the world. 

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Bygones of the Sun | 01 (M)

Originally posted by hobismole

Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok

Length: 10.4k

Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

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Mr. Min - Chapter 06

Description:  Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual.  Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: Angst and Smut

Word Count: 26,321 

A/N: I’m so sorry.  I don’t think I’m capable of doing short chapters anymore.  Feel free to read this on AO3 instead if your app messes up.  

And a huge round of applause to the always lovely, @avveh, for beta-ing this behemoth.  I’m so sorry to put you through that lol.

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our little family pt.3 | jimin

Originally posted by minblush

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.

Parts: 1 2 3

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“Ms.L/N!!”

Looking up from your phone, your lips tilted up into a warm smile as you saw a familiar face enter the room, as she slightly skipped, swinging her lunchbox in one hand.

“Jieun-ah!!” you cheered as you made your way to her, pinching her cheeks softly as you cooed, “How’s my little girl been?”

Giving you a big smile, one that reached all the way up to her round eyes, she gave you a thumbs up and grinned, “I’m great! Daddy and I even got another dog for Charlie so that he wouldn’t be alone anymore.”

Laughing slightly, you remarked, “Well isn’t that sweet of you to do!! By the way, where’s your Daddy, did he not drop you off–?”

“Her Daddy is right here.” a voice said teasingly as you looked up, scoffing a little as Jimin winked at you playfully. Your eyes quickly wandered to the cut on his lip, which to your surprise had seemed to be healing, making you sigh in relief.

Getting up, you patted Jieun’s back and motioned her to go and put away her stuff in her cubby before walking up to Jimin. Motioning to his face, you said softly, “You’re looking better. How did you manage to explain this to Jieun?”

Jimin chuckled as his eyes fell on his little girl who was humming along to a random tune as she walked around the classroom, mindlessly.

“I told her that when she was asleep, her dad went on a mission to save a princess from an evil man, and then got hurt in the fight.” he said as his eyes flickered back to you, making you flush lightly at his words that made your heart flutter.

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Parents didn’t always read the orientation material.

There were a few, every year.  They insisted on helping the new students move into the dorms.  They sent boxes from home, full of cookies or brownies or favorite munchies.  They called frequently (it wasn’t safe.  Letters were safer, e-mail was safer, even texts were safer, but calls not so much.)  They begged for pictures, for visits, and sometimes they accidentally-on-purpose “just happened to be in the area”.

The staff tried to deal with parents.  Oh how they tried.  Usually it worked.  The Gentry almost never kept parents.

But some… some parents never left.

She had taken piano lessons when she was younger.  Her parents approved:  that was a womanly decorative thing to do.  She had never played sports, because that wasn’t a womanly decorative thing.  She wore dresses.  She took ballet, she sang, she painted. Her parents told her every day in every way who they thought she should be, and she tried, she really did.

She was tired of not being good enough.  

She applied to Elsewhere, and got a full music scholarship, and carefully out of sight in the shower she sobbed with relief and fear.  Her parents loved her, they really did, they told her so.  The disappointment at her, the silent treatment, the confinement and not being allowed out with her friends… well, they were just trying to protect her, right?  They didn’t know the bubble wrap they tried to put around her was smothering her.  

She read the orientation paperwork, every single scrap.  She wanted to do everything right, because the thought of doing it wrong terrified her.  Even the strange stuff, maybe especially the strange stuff, because everything in life was a test, another opportunity to disappoint.

“As an environmentally-conscious measure, Elsewhere University’s campus is not set up to allow automobile traffic.  For those students who need transportation help, there are staff with golf carts available, as well as a series of campus shuttles that make regular stops.  Bicycles are available for rent by the hour, the week, or the semester.  Skateboards and skates are permitted but proper safety gear must be worn.”

Father was angry when campus security wouldn’t let him drive straight to her dorm.  She trembled.  Always, when Father was angry, somehow either she or Mother paid.  He fumed while waiting for a golf cart, he clenched his jaw when the staff member driving the golf cart refused to simply step aside and hand over the keys, he was elaborately careful when helping load her things after being refused a campus map.

Her dorm was a solid brick building, a pleasant generic institutional place.  Father insisted on carrying her things up to her room, on the second floor.  "So I know where my little girl will be,“ he said. His anger cooled a little with the exertion, down to its usual simmer.

It only took a few trips to get all of her things upstairs.  Father insisted on a hug, just on the edge of being painful as his hugs always were.  She endured it, because trying to get away always earned a lecture.  "I love you so much, you’ll always be my little girl, you are a disappointment because you don’t love me as much as I love you, but I will forgive you because I am better than you.”

“Elsewhere University wishes to be the beginning of a new life for every student.  We ask that students choose a nickname, in order to facilitate this feeling of a new beginning.  Common nickname categories are an interest, a favorite song or work of art, an aspiration, or a personal quality.  It is our firm belief, demonstrated by decades of successful graduates, that this practice allows students the freedom to really expand their horizons and demonstrate both their personalities and their capabilities both actual and potential.  In support of this practice, we ask that legal names not be used on campus except with the Student Services or Records and Enrollment offices.”

The driver helped as Father made one last check to be sure nothing had been left.  He reminded her to call twice a week.  He hugged her again, ignoring the gasp she made as he let go.  "Remember to call your Mother, Susan.  You’ll always be her little girl, and you know how she worries.“

“I will, Father.”

The driver watched, waiting patiently while Father said his good-byes, then cleared his throat.  "Sir, if you want to attend the parent orientation, we need to be going.“  

"Yes, I’d planned on attending.  I need to know everything, to help keep my Susan safe.”  Father climbed aboard, and the driver waved as they left.  For an instant his hand seemed to have too many fingers.

She felt eyes on her as they drove away.

She climbed the stairs back to her room, looking forward to taking her shoes off and unpacking.  The door, locked when she left it, was still locked, but now there was a pile of stuff underneath the open window.  

“Hey!  Sorry I wasn’t here when you were bringing stuff up, he looked a bit intense, oh hey are you ok?”  The girl on the tree branch outside the window climbed in and sat on the windowsill.

She nodded.  She locked the door behind her, then sat on one of the beds.

“I’m Magpie, second year, one of the stage monkeys for the theater.  You wanna see?  No obligation.”

“Yeah, I… I paint, a little.”

“You do?  Cool!  Hey, but if you want to go see, that outfit’s cute and all but it’ll get ruined pretty quick.”

“I’ve got some grubbies, let me unpack.”

Magpie grinned and pushed her hair behind one ear.  "Your dad isn’t one of those types who thinks he’ll be visiting every weekend, is he?  'Cause I can’t hide all the time.“

"I think he was heading to the parent orientation.”

Magpie blinked.  "Oh… kay.“

"What, okay?”

“There’s someone I want you to meet.  They go by Melanotis. They’ll tell you about the parent orientation.  Are you sure you’re ok?”  Magpie pushed her hair back again. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.  Why do you keep asking?”

“There is no parent orientation.  Here, take this.  No obligation.”  Magpie took a ring off of her index finger and handed it to her.  It was a puzzle ring made of iron and pyrite, and it fit her index finger as if it had been made for her.

“Thanks, but why?”

“My dad was like that, too.  What do you want to be called?”

The choice, the possibility of choice, was dizzying.  Something to hang onto… a favorite song.  "Call me Sussudio,“ she said, and smiled.

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His || Jungkook || 0.16

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

Teaser | 0.1 | 0.2 | 0.3 | 0.4 | 0.5 | 0.6 | 0.7 | 0.8 | 0.9 | 0.10 | 0.11 | 0.12 | 0.13| 0.14 | 0.15 | 0.16 |

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Sharing a Moment (NSFW)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Smut

A/N: So I wrote this whole thing out, then decided I hated it, scrapped all but two paragraphs and re-wrote the whole thing. I don’t know if it’s my best work but I tried. Hope you guys like it.


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Jealousy - Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request - “Can you do a Jeff imagine where he gets jealous and then turns into a hot make out sesh?”

(This kinda has a bad-boy Jeff feel to it i guess)

It had been a week since you’d spoken to Jeff. A week since you’d had one of the worst arguments yet. A week since you’d felt good. Jeff was your everything, and being in a bad place with him made you feel bad to your very core.
But tonight, was your friend Jess’ party, and you had to go, for her. You would just have to avoid Jeff as much as possible.

You were here, but you were anxious to go in. So you stood behind a tree in the front yard until you’d downed the cider you’d brought with you for some liquid courage. You’d worn your lucky red lipstick.

“Right.” You muttered to yourself, before starting towards the door.

The party was as you expected it, you did enjoy a good party every now and again, but the worry tonight was seeing Jeff. You’d had a huge fight because Your close friend Zach had said something unclear, that gave Jeff the impression that you had been cheating on him with Zach. Of course, you hadn’t. Zach hadn’t meant any harm, but the way rumours spread was insane. Everyone left right and centre believed it was true, and were convincing Jeff off it, too.

You saw Hannah and Clay by the drinks and decided to go join them.

“Hey guys!” You grinned.

“Oh hey Y/N…” Clay stuttered, “Here have a drink.” He said, handing you a red cup. “H- Hannah why don’t you show Y/N the bathroom.” He was tripping over his words.

“Uh, Clay, I know where the bathroom is.” You laughed, a perplexed look on your face. Hannah laughed and started to move toward you.

Then, Jeff came out from behind the two with three drinks, and you realised what Clay had been trying to do.

“Right.” You nodded. “Imma go outside.” You awkwardly pointed toward the door and dashed outside. You knew Jeff had seen you, but you just weren’t prepared to face him yet. It hurt that he hadn’t believed you.

You sat down on a vacant chair in a relatively empty part of the garden with your drink, annoyed at yourself.

“Hey, Y/N. You all alone?” Montgomery De La Cruz appeared out of no where and sat in the seat next to you.

“Uh, I guess.” You shrugged.

“Nice. You having fun?” He asked.

“Not really.”

He put his hand on your knee. “I’m really sorry to hear that, Y/N, maybe I can help make the night better for you.”

Before you could even muster up a response, a booming voice emerged from the shadows.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing man?” Jeff was not one who got angry often, but this was him at his angriest. He was probably a few drinks in, and had pent up anger from the previous week. “That’s my fucking girlfriend! Get your goddamn hands off her or I swear to god-” he was pulling Montgomery by his collar away from you and his jaw was clenched.

“Jeff stop! It’s fine.” You cut in, standing up so fast that your drink fell over.

“No it’s not fine! This pretentious douche bag thinks he can just hit on my girlfriend and I won’t notice?” He shoved him.

“Jeff!” You shouted again. “He meant no harm. It’s not exactly like you’ve been acting like my boyfriend for the past week, so I don’t know why you are now.” The salt in your voice stung. Jeff looked taken aback, but his fist remained clenched.

“Man I’m outta here, not worth it.” Monty’s voice cut through as neither of you had really been paying attention to him, and he slithered back into the house.

“You clearly don’t get it.” He snapped.

“I’m not having this fucking argument again.” You moved in toward him, throwing your hands above your head.

“Don’t bother then!” He scoffed, stepping inwards.

“I won’t!” You spat.

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

“Great.”

“Fucking fine.” He was so close now that you could feel his hot breath on your face.

He smiled menacingly and his jaw was tight. His eyes were boring into yours. Then in one swift movement he crashed his lips to yours and grabbed your waist roughly. You kissed him back fiercely and tugged at his hair. His tongue slipped into yours and you breathed heavily through your nose. His hands were hot on you and the kiss was deep and knee-buckling. He moved his mouth down to your neck, and pressed kisses all over, before coming back to your lips and increasing the hormone driven atmosphere that parties often had. You were shivering ever so slightly from the cold, which Jeff must have sensed.

“Bedroom. Now.” Jeff whispered roughly against you, pressing on your hips. You nodded and reluctantly broke away from him, to go back in the house and find somewhere unoccupied. You re entered the house and turned back to look at Jeff. He had your red lipstick smudged all around his mouth.

“Nice look, Atkins.” Clay Jensen remarked as he passed. Jeff shook his head, clearly uncaring, and followed you up the stairs.

Once you found an empty room you resumed eating each others faces. Jeff lifted you up under your butt and you wrapped your legs around him.

“I’m so sorry…” you breathed between kisses.

“Oh believe me, I’ve never been more sorry in my life…” Jeff chuckled against you. “I knew I should’ve believed you… but everyone was telling me not to… I’m sorry…”

“Shut… up…” you struggled. He brought you down onto the bed with him and lay you down, pulling a leg over him.

“Damn… didn’t… realise… week… long time…” he eventually managed to get out.

Idiot. You thought to yourself.

A cage of golden glass

Synopsis: There was you. An ordinary human girl, wrong place, wrong time. Then there was Loki. God of Mischief, war criminal. When Thor brings you to Asgard to ensure your safety, there is nobody else you come to hate more passionately than his evil foster brother. Then Odin finally decides on a new and much more effective kind of punishment for Loki, causing your whole world to fall apart. He would simply marry him off to a mortal, someone who is, by all means, “beneath” him. You.

Pairing: Loki x Reader
Rating: M
Chapter: 1/1 (Oneshot)
Words: 7217
Warnings: smut, forced marriage

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