i would like to thank not only god but also jesus for this romance

Negan x Reader: The Coach

A/N: FIRST AND FOREMOST LEMME JUST LET YA’LL KNOW MY INTENSE EXCITEMENT TO BE INVOLVED IN ROUND 2 OF THE NEGAN WRITING CHALLENGE. Second of all, huge thank you to @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash @negans-network for creating this awesome concept! 


I chose the prompt Coach Negan with an OC of colour (Latina/Hispanic). Also, to avoid anyone accusing me of sexualising my own race again, I AM HISPANIC AND DO NOT ENJOY BEING SEXUALISED BECAUSE OF IT.

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

Warnings: Teacher/Student relationship, student is of legal age in the UK and the US (18). Racism, rough sex, daddy kink, teacher kink, slight sub/dom relationship, breath play. 

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Re: Nicotero’s Comment

I don’t think any of us are surprised that a member of the show shut down the possibility of a future Daryl/Jesus romance. We’ve all been saying since day one that Desus was a long shot for a variety of reasons—many of which are unfortunate, but sadly a reality with the way LGBT+ couples are handled in popular media. No one here (at least anyone I’ve come across) has claimed otherwise. I mean, what other highly-rated television show has made one of their main and hugely lusted-after male characters interested in other men? Plus, how in the world would merchandising explain Daryl kissing a dude to all the people they want to sell this???

Anyway, I digress. 

My point is, we all know Desus most likely isn’t happening on the show. That’s barely news. That’s not the problem with what Nicotero said. What I do see as an issue is how he said it within the context of the larger conversation—a drunken cruise panel where moments before Nicotero had less of a reaction to Norman joking about Daryl literally fucking a tiger. So actual bestiality is no biggie, a joke or whatever, but a fan yelling out about Daryl and Jesus warrants some uber-declarative statement with multiple exclamation points? Not a good look, man.

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With You {Part 1}

Mark Tuan x Reader x Jinyoung
Genre: AU/Angst

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The summer heat filled the kitchen as you stirred the batter of the cupcakes you were making. Even with the windows wide open, no breeze came in and the air was filled with sweetness. With the back of your hand you dabbed at the sweat that had trickled down your neck as you mixed the batter with your other hand, the wooden spoon scraping against the metal bowl as you whisked away. The kitchen felt ten degrees hotter than it was outside as you had the oven running. You had made sure to put the icing in the fridge so it wouldn’t turn into a liquid goop while you waited for the first batch of cupcakes to cool. You were still readjusting to the LA summer weather. There were still boxes left unpacked in the living room, and pictures that needed to be hung on your wall. You were slowly starting to feel at home again since you moved back a month ago after five years. Your house phone rang, carrying the bowl of batter you walked over to answer it, still mixing on the way.

 “Hey mom,” you said as you continued to whip the batter, “I’m still working on the cupcakes for their anniversary,” you said tucking the phone between your ear and shoulder and making your way back towards the counter.

 “That’s good darling, I was just checking up and to remind you that it starts at 4:30.” You could hear your mom fiddling in the background.

 You glanced over your shoulder at the clock, noting that you still had a couple more hours before you had to start getting ready, “Don’t worry mom, I didn’t forget. I’ll be there with an armful of cupcakes.”

 “Okay, see you at their house later. Are you by yourself?” your mom asked.

 You starting lining the tin pan with more cupcake liners, “Yeah, Jinyoung and her are at the aquarium. They will meet us at their house later.”

 There was a moment of silence on the other line, “Mark is back you know.” Your mother stated.

 You froze as soon as you heard your mother say his name, “I thought he was supposed to be away in Asia?”

 “He’s here now, I’ve heard that he’s settling back in LA and running the operations from here. What are you going to do?” you could hear her concerned voice over the phone.

“We’ll only be there for a bit, just to congratulate them.” You said as you bit your bottom lip.

 “Okay dear, I will see you then.” your mother hung up the phone

 You removed the phone from you ear and placed it on the counter. He’s back. You ruminated over what your mom just told you. The feeling of your heart pounded rapidly against your chest and a pit started to form in your stomach. You suddenly felt too weak to mix the batter.

Both of your families were close since you both attended the same church growing up. He was at all of your family gatherings and you were at his. Growing up, any dance recital you had, his family would be there and Mark reluctantly came. You attended the same preschool, elementary school and high school. You could never remember your childhood without the Tuan family being apart of it. Both of your parents would push you and Mark together, being that you two were the same age, how perfect it would be for you two to be together. Of course as children you both were repulsed at the thought of being together, but after time, you and Mark became best friends. You’d walk home together after school, work on homework together at the library or each other’s houses, you’d call him when you were upset and he’d show up minutes later with your favorite snacks. You knew each other’s dreams, Mark wanted to run a business and you wanted to open up your own bakery. Then your friendship developed into more. Mark was the first guy you ever loved. He was your first boyfriend, first kiss, and first lover. Both of your families were supportive of your relationship and the time you were together was filled with sweet memories and young romance.  

You starting filling the cupcake liners with batter, it was Mark’s parent’s anniversary and when they found out from your mom that you were back in town they had invited you. They were hosting an outdoor celebration at their house. They had also asked if you could make cupcakes for their anniversary, reluctantly you agreed because you loved Dorine and Raymond, they were like second parents to you growing up.

 You remember the last time you saw Mark. It was his last year in College and you had just finished pastry school. He was stressed over his exams and you two barely saw each other. Whenever you did see each other, he was on edge and you felt like you were walking on thin ice around him. You were understanding though, he was trying hard to get into the Masters business program and obtain an internship for a company. He worked hard to achieve his goals and you tried your best to be supportive. The very last day you saw him, you had something important to tell him. You showed up at his dorm that night, however, he didn’t listen and brushed you off, “Jesus Y/N can’t you see I’m busy.” Mark ran his hands over his face as he stared down at the papers in front him. “Mark, it’s really important,” you said as tears had formed in your eyes. “Nothing is as important as this final that I’m studying for. Do you know how much stress I’m under?” he said pushing away from the desk.  “Mark,” you said reaching out to touch his hand. He felt the thin strand of control snap, he slammed his fists on his desk.  “My whole life rides on this last exam and this internship,” he finally looked at you, “Y/N I don’t think I can do this right now. I can’t balance school and you. We need to take a break.” His words back then had stabbed you right in the heart. You left his dorm, slamming the door on the way out not saying a word to him and he didn’t chase after you that night. Even after a couple days passed there was no contact from him. You were by yourself. Later that week you had told your mom everything that happened that night and how you were feeling. She mentioned how your aunt was busy with her café and needed assistance and suggested that you go for the summer. When you were at the airport before the flight you decided to call him, a woman had picked up, “Sorry Mark’s unavailable right now. He’s in the shower, may I ask who’s calling?”. Without saying anything you hung up, your heart completely shattered. You never saw Mark Tuan again. You heard stories from your mom about how he was doing and what he was up to, but it pained you too much to hear more. You never returned back home after that summer. You had developed your own life. You helped your aunt run her café and eventually starting baking and creating pastries. On the side, you had started designing wedding cakes. Eventually, the café became busier after word had spread of your pastries and it became the go to place for decadent treats. Your wedding cakes had been a hit that you even had to decline some clients because your schedule was full. Now that you were back in LA, you had hoped to build on your wedding cake business.

You added the final touches to the cupcakes, as it was their 50th wedding anniversary you had chosen red cupcake liners to match your vanilla cakes with a chocolate buttercream frosting. The color red was the significant color 50 years of marriage.

 “Perfect,” you said as you wiped your hands on the apron you wore. Now it was time to get ready, not only physically but mentally too. You weren’t sure how the rest of the evening would turn out.

 Mark pulled into the driveway of his parent’s house, the house that he grew up in. He entered through the front door, noting the streamers that were pinned against the railings as he walked through the house. There were chairs sprawled out everywhere, even more red streamers, a few balloons and as he walked towards the back yard, he couldn’t miss the big banner across the gazebo that read “Happy 50th Anniversary”. He was happy to be home after spending a couple years in Asia, he always considered LA to be his home. After interning at an international company, he had worked his ass off. Long nights at the office, travelling all over the world to set up client meetings. Eventually he had worked his way up to the fourth highest position in the company, and now he was in charge of running North American and the international operations. The back yard had tables spread out everywhere, white linen and silver cutlery were placed, and a white canopy was placed for shade.  His parents always knew how to throw a good party but he had a feeling his older sister was behind all of this detail.

“Mark! Thank god you arrived.” Tammy came bustling in, arms filled with flowers, “I need you to set up a table over there so guests can put their gifts. As well the caterers will be arriving soon so just open up the back gate for them when they arrive.” She directed as she placed some flowers into the vases for center pieces.

“Hi to you too sis,” he said as he started making his way over to set up the tables.

 “Also, underneath the banner in the gazebo I need a table there so that Y/N can set up her cupcakes.” Her sister said hastily, hoping to be as nonchalant as possible when she mentioned your name.

 Mark stopped what he was doing, “Y/N? She’s coming?”

 Tammy tried to remain busy as she adjusted flowers in the vase, “She moved back here, and mom and dad asked her to do the cupcakes. She’s a pretty popular pastry chef now, even does wedding cakes.” She glanced from her periphery to see if her brother would give any kind of reaction. When she glanced, Mark was busy setting up the table, he hadn’t even responded to her. She sighed, she could never tell what her brother was thinking and he never expressed how he felt.

 Mark remained quiet as he did the tasks Tammy had asked him too. He remembered the night he got upset with you and asked for a break. When you had slammed the door he had instantly regretting saying those words to you, but he needed to focus on school. All of his intentions were for the future he had planned together with you. The break was temporary; it wasn’t meant to be over. He remembered showing up at your doorway with your favorite flowers in his hand so he could apologize to you and beg on his knees for you to forgive him. Only to discover that you had left and went away for the summer. Your mom looked at him so apologetically, “I’m sorry Mark, she needed to go. She said it’s what’s best for you.” That is what your mom had told him, no explanation as to why you left so suddenly and vague answers when Mark had asked her what she meant by “best for him.”  He didn’t know how to describe the empty void you left him with. He was mad at you for leaving so abruptly without telling him or saying goodbye. He heard nothing from you  no matter how many times he tried contacting you and he waited for summer to be over so you would return to him. But you never came back. His mom was the one who broke the news to him that you had decided to stay and live with your aunt. What did that mean for your relationship? Had you two officially ended? For months, he despised himself for asking for a break, for treating you the way he did before that moment. It never occurred to him that he would lose you indefinitely. He didn’t just lose his girlfriend, he lost his best friend.

 Shortly after the caterers arrived, guests started to arrive. Mark was greeted by relatives and close family friends, but every time someone would walk in he would glance to see if it was you. He anticipated seeing your face, wondering if you still looked the same after all these years. He heard nothing about you. Even whilst in Seoul, he would do a double take if someone even remotely looked like you. He knew it was impossible but he still clung to the hope that he’d eventually see you again. He had reached his goals on a career level, but he was left unsatisfied. He didn’t have what his eldest sister had, a family of his own. He dated and had a few relationships, but he never offered any of the women anything more, only because he couldn’t picture a life with them, not the same way he had with you. As he was greeting his father’s golf buddy he saw you walk in and felt his heart jump to his throat.

 You came in wearing a white off the shoulder cocktail dress, it was simple but there were floral details along the bottom trim that added color. It matched the summer weather, he noticed that your hair was shorter than it was back then, cutting just above your collarbone. He stood from afar as he watched you greet people around you. He longed to be close to you. Had you always been this radiant? Mark wondered to himself. It didn’t occur to him how much had missed hearing your honeyed voice and fruitful laugh. Your smile that lit up your eyes was still the same as he remembered and he felt the jolt in his heart as you made brief eye contact with him. You still remained breathtakingly beautiful to him. He felt a deep sense of yearning, something he hadn’t felt in a while as he watched you make your way through the crowd.

 You noticed him out of the corner of your eye, panic washed over you as you tried to maintain your composure. He wasn’t the college student that you last remembered, not with him standing there in his dress shirt, his sleeves rolled up ¾ up his forearms, the first two buttons undone and khakis. He was exactly how you imagined him to look like when he grew up, your stomach formed in knots as you could feel his gaze on you. Piercing you as you moved through the crowd to say your hellos. You glanced at him and for a split second made eye contact before you turned your gaze away. You felt warm and not just from the summer weather. You felt magnified under his fixed gaze. Excusing yourself, you went to go grab the cupcakes from your car to set them up, all the while feeling Mark’s gaze on you as you left.

When you had returned, he was nowhere to be found. You laid out your cupcakes on the table, feeling a sense of relief as you now had time to collect yourself. Your mind was frazzled when you first saw Mark and after years of suppressing your emotions for him, just seeing him had the tiniest amount reappear.

 “Y/N…” you heard his voice from behind you.

 You knew you had to face him eventually. Taking a deep breath, you turned to face him, forcing a smile onto your face.  “Hi Mark,”

“It’s been a long time,” he said, trying to find the right words to say he remained silent.

As he opened his mouth to ask how you were he was interrupted, “Mommy!” a little girl with long locks similar to yours came running over and grasped your leg. You looked down and smiled as you brushed her hair away from her face “Hi baby,”

Mark’s mouth gaped open from what he was witnessing in front of him, the little girl that clung to your leg was a spitting image of how you looked as a child. Her hair was the same color as yours, she had your nose and when she looked up from you to him his heart clenched, she even had your eyes.

Just then a tall man came running over, “She bolted as soon as she saw you,” he said trying to catch his breath. “Hi sweetie, sorry we’re a bit late.” He leaned over and placed a kiss on your forehead.

The color rose to your cheeks, full of trepidation you looked up to see Mark staring at you, “Mark,” you stuttered trying to find your words, “This is my fiancée, Jinyoung” Your hands were shaking as you placed your hands on the child’s shoulders in front of you. “And this is my daughter.”


New Mark series on the way, be prepared for fluff and all the angst.

~Lea <3

One Day at a Time (chapter 4) Lin-Manuel x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5


Summary:  This is inspired by Lin’s adorable tweet about him messing around on a friend’s Tinder account recently. Lin gets chatting to you on tinder and you decide to meet, and quickly begin dating. After spending 2 weeks in London while he films Mary Poppins, you return home and wonder if you can really make the long distance thing work. 

Warnings: Remember when this started out as fluff? Pro tip: don’t try writing fluff after going through a breakup IRL.

A/N: There’s a lot of discourse on rpf at the moment. This is a rpf and is tagged as such so if that’s not for you then don’t read, and I hope we can still be friends.

Word count: 3775

Tags: @coolschmoolzines @iputmyselfintothenarrative @ruth-hamilton-delrio @invisiblerambler @mofoing-democraftic-republican @thedoctorsnerdgirl @21phantasticromances @buckybarneshairpullingkink @nesthemonster @sunriseovertheroomwhereithappens @rebel-with-cause


“You’ve never really talked about her,” Lin said suddenly, absentmindedly stroking your shoulder with his thumb.

“Who?” you asked sleepily


You shrugged. “There really isn’t much to say,” you said, dismissing the conversation with your hand.

It was Sunday morning, the day before you were due to fly back to New York and for some reason neither of you could find the willpower to get out of bed. You’d tried unsuccessfully all morning but somehow managed to stay wrapped up in Lin’s arms, trying to make the most of what little time you had left with each other.

Lin turned over, propping his head up on the pillows while studying your face. “Trust me, you don’t come out of a long term relationship, a relationship which ended in total heartbreak and come out of it completely unscathed,” he prompted.

He could sense your unease and held his hands up.

“Sorry, you don’t have to talk about it. I just want you to know that you can if you want to.”

“Oooh look they do a torture tour of the Tower of London, you can see where everyone was beheaded and everything!” you said brightly, suddenly completely engrossed in a London sightseeing leaflet in next to you on the nightstand.

Lin looped his arm around your waist, kissing your neck to bring your attention back.


You sighed, dropping the leaflet and turning round to face him..

“It’s annoying when you do that you know,” you said gently, wrapping your arm around him.


“When you’re understanding and encourage me to talk while simultaneously reminding me it’s ok if I don’t want to talk. It’s almost like you’re encouraging a healthy relationship or something,” you joked.

“Yeah I’m weird like that.” He smiled, kissing your head. “I know it’s none of my business.”

“No it’s not that,” you said. “She… Kay…. I spent a long time thinking I’d spend my life with her, I thought she was my person.. But that person never actually existed. She left, she’s seeing someone else now and I’m actually ok.”

Lin stroked your arm as your voice dropped.  

“And yeah it hurt but… I guess I can’t spend time feeling sad about a person who doesn’t really exist anymore. I can’t keep living in the past, does that make sense?”

Lin looked at you for a second before nodding solemnly.

“And you don’t have to worry about me, I can talk about this stuff. Jesus, I love talking, it’s my favorite thing to do! But right now…” you looked up at him through your lashes. “ I don’t want to talk.”  You smiled mischievously, biting your lip and tangling your legs with his.

Lin grinned at you before pulling you close, wrapping you in his arms. “We really aren’t getting out of bed anytime soon are we?”

Your lips hovered over his and hot breath tickled your lips.“Stop talking” you whispered.

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apermanentsituation  asked:

Hi! I've just read your meta masterlist written for someone who wanted to convince their friends that deancas is real. First of all - thank you, what a treat to have it all in one place. The best Matrix red pill of them all. Second of all - "the entire S8, which was basically a demented Jane Eyre AU" - could you elaborate on that? I'm mighty interested.

Hi! Thanks for that - uhm - it’s missing a lot of stuff, though. I’m sure there are better masterposts out there, and I actually looked for them, but all I could find was fanfiction stuff.

As for the Jane Eyre thing - I should say I’m a fan of the Brontë sisters, so it wasn’t supposed to be an insult or anything, but it’s hard to deny that those kind of novels (particularly Wuthering Heights) are over the top and überdramatic and there’s almost an unhealthy focus on love and falling in love and what happens if you lose that and how your life can never be complete without that one person who means everything, and if that person is your foaming-at-the-mouth insane half-brother, so be it. And the thing is, Supernatural seasons often hinge around powerful and borderline soap-operish themes (the whole ‘almost orphans desperately looking for their father while killing things’ was very Dickens, in a way - if Dickens had been high on opium and cocaine and stuff, that is), but S8 really went above and beyond. I mean, even without the big love story for the fucking ages supporting the entire narrative arc, it was full of OMG and oh no! moments

  • Sam is all alone in the world and may have found love but oh no! his brother’s back from the dead and super pissed and oh no! the woman he probably loves is actually not a widow and OMG what next?
  • Hunter Dean found himself a new best friend but oh no! he’s a vampire drawn to human blood but OMG he’s promised to abstain forever and fight his own instincts every day for eternity but oh no! what happens if he can’t?
  • There is a way to banish all demons from the Earth but oh no! it’s a magic spell that requires a human sacrifice and oh no! Sam actually wants to do that and is it guilt or depression or martyrdom or OMG is he simply that heroic??!?

- so much Gothic extravaganza, the list could go on and on. But, as I said, at the heart of it all are Dean and Cas, and what’s going on with them is so sappy and romantic even Charlotte Brontê would have edited some stuff out.

Like, I don’t even know where to start. 

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Originally posted by kths

y/n decides to give the boys another chance, and tries several times to end yoongi’s life. also: she has a potty mouth.

genre: humor, romance

― eighth member!reader x bts

00 / 01 / 02 / 03

     WELL, THIS WAS AWKWARD. You blinked at Yoongi and the other boys. You shifted your weight onto one foot and leaned against your suitcase, feeling uncomfortable.

“We…uh…haven’t been the nicest to you,” Namjoon said awkwardly, clearing his throat. “and we’d like to make it up to you.”

“Oh, boy.” You crossed your arms. “I can’t wait to hear this.”

He grinned, his mischievous dimple making an appearance. “Skepticism is noted, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you sniffed. “So? How are you going to beg for my forgiveness?” 

“We’ll buy you food?” Hoseok said meekly, piping up. “It’ll definitely be better than hotel breakfast.”

You considered. It was not a terrible deal. Bribing you with food could almost make you do anything.

“Yoongi will even get on his knees and apologize to you formally,” Taehyung added, not thinking about the repercussions of that statement.

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2, 22, 26, and/or 28 for nurseydex? i love your writing thanks for sharing it <3

22. two miserable people meeting at a wedding au // nurseydex

Dex is going onto hour four of his catering shift and losing steam quick when he sees Handsome Man through the clear panel on the stock room door.

He is, in short, the most beautiful person Dex has ever seen. He’s stretched out across the window sill in a way that highlights the very appealing lines of his fantastic body and he’s clearly one of the wedding guests, discarded garments of what looks like a cream-colored three piece lying at his feet. He’s left in a white dress shirt rolled up to his elbows, and judging by the label on the pocket, it probably costs more than Dex is going to make this week.

It should be annoying, especially since he’s also thumbing through a paperback with a cover so obnoxious Dex just knows it’s popular in pretentious indie circles, but… god, he looks good.

“Hey,” Dex says, pushing through the door and cursing whatever god made it his responsibility to kick Handsome Man out of the stock room, “I get it, that’s the ninth time they’ve played Thinking Out Loud, but you still can’t be in here, man.”

Handsome Man is momentarily startled, his eyes darting from his pages to where Dex is standing, but once he recovers he gives Dex a very slow appraisal over the rim of his tortoiseshell glasses. His mouth stretches into a slow smile, “why? Am I going to get you in trouble?”

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Mr Nice Guy

Summary: Dan’s boyfriend just broke up with him, leaving him crying in his car in the middle of nowhere. But when a particularly kind man approaches him, things can only get better from there.

Genre: fluff | AU

Warnings: mentions of a bad break-up, but its all fluff after that

Word Count: 1.2k

Authors Note: okay before I say anything can I just say thank you so frickin much for you guys’ reaction to “Mannequin” Because that literally made my entire week. Thank you so much :))) Heres the second installment to this mini series thing, its not as good as I thought it would be but whelp it is what it is and I hope you like it :D

part two of “The Ways I Met You”

part one here

part three here

part four here

He fucking left me…

What am I going to do?

What did I do wrong for him to leave?

Oh god.

The pain…

…Is a fucking torture.

Where did I go wrong?

Was my love not enough?

Make the pain stop…

I don’t want to be here…

…inside my car in a parking lot, in the middle of the night, crying my eyes out because my boyfriend–sorry, I mean my ex boyfriend– broke up with me. I took a shaky breath in and repeatedly hit my head against the steering wheel, willing myself to stop crying. Was I not good enough for him? That’s probably it, that’s why he broke up with me, I’m never good enough for anyone no matter how hard I try. I’m just a weak twenty-year old with an ugly emo haircut that became outdated in 2007, crying my eyes out like a six-year old girl over a stupid break-up.  I took in another shaky breath; I’m so pathetic, why do I even try? I should just give up on trying; no one even cares–

A knock on my car window was what snapped me back into reality. My head shot up and I started to roll the window down. As I was rolling it down, I was secretly wishing that it was him, coming to say to me “I’m so, so sorry Dan, I was wrong, breaking up with you was possibly one of the biggest mistakes of my life. Please come home, I love you so much.”

But of course, seeing how that only happens in crappy cliché romance movies, it wasn’t him. It was someone else.

He had jet black hair in a hairstyle similar to mine except his fringe sat on the opposite side, pale skin and pale lips, and friendly bright blue eyes. He greeted me with a sincere smile.

“Hey, I uh, I noticed that as I was getting myself a coffee, you were crying.” The man said softly. “I don’t mean that in a stalker-ish way by the way, I just wanted to give you this. I don’t know what’s happened to you and its definitely not my business to ask but it seems like you need this a lot more than I do right now, hopefully it’ll make you feel better.”

He then slowly reached in through the window and handed me a large, warm, plastic take-away coffee cup. I took it gratefully.

“Oh,” I said, my voice still shaky from crying. “Th-thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.” He smiled happily as I took a small sip from the coffee cup. It was a caramel macchiato.

“The world needs a lot more people like you.”

The man just chuckled, shaking his head slightly as he did so. “The world also needs a lot more people like you, usually most people in the world would give people like me a scowl and a restraining order.”

I laughed, although it sounded a little odd because I was still clogged up with tears. “Thanks again,”  I said. “I feel positively ten percent less shitty than I did about five minutes ago.”

Speaking of about five minutes ago, I probably look like an absolute mess. My nose and eyes were most likely swollen and red, and I knew for a fact that my cheeks were wet and tear-stained. I was an utter disaster, but this man with the kind smile had managed to make me feel less like one in under ten minutes.

“Well I suppose the coffee did its job.” The man smiled warmly again, before slowly sticking his hand through the window again. “I’m Phil.”

I lifted my arm and gently shook his hand with a small smile, “My names Dan.”

“Like as in short for Daniel?”

“Unfortunately, yes. It sounds like I’m from the goddamn eighteenth century.”

“Well Phil is short for Philip so I guess I can kind of share your eighteenth century sounding name pain.” Phil joked and I smiled again.

“Well, I better go, I still have work.” Phil stated.

I raised my eyebrows, “Work?” I asked curiously. It was then that I noticed what Phil was wearing, a plain white t-shirt with a green nametag pinned to the top right of it.

“What do you mean you have work? Its…” I pulled my phone out of my pocket and clicked the power button to check the time. “…Quarter to eleven!” I said with shock. Phil just laughed at my wide eyes.

“Well someone has to take the night shift at the coffee shop don’t they? I’m just the sucker that got stuck with it.”

It then dawned to me that the warm caramel macchiato I was still holding in my hand was definitely not meant to be given away to a crying stranger and the guilt instantly started to eat away at me.

“Oh my god I just took your coffee I’m so sorry–“

“Dan,” Phil cut me off. “Don’t worry about it, its fine. I honestly didn’t even need it that bad anyway.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to buy you another one or something because you just said you were doing night shift and–“

Dan,” Phil cut me off again, laughing. “If I wanted my coffee that badly I wouldn’t have given it to you. Seriously. You needed it more than I did so giving it to you was only logical.”

I sighed, before smiling a genuine, thankful smile. “You are too good for this world, Phil.”

Phil smiled his biggest smile yet; lips pulled back and eyes crinkling around the edges. “And from what I can tell, so are you Dan. I’ve honestly never seen anyone so concerned about a cup of coffee before.” He chuckled a little before continuing. “I’m serious, I’ve only talked to you for about ten minutes and you seem like one of the nicest people I’ve ever met. Whatever happened to you before to make you cry like that, you don’t deserve it, Dan.”
I could feel my chest swell with happiness as Phil spoke. I smiled back at him.

“That had to be the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life and honestly I don’t even care.” I said. “Thank you so much.”

“Don’t mention it.” Phil grinned.

Jesus Christ he smiles a lot, I thought. How the hell does he do it?

“Well I better start walking before my boss yells at me.” Phil said, standing up and stepping away from my car window slightly. “See you, Dan.”

I smiled, “Bye Phil.”

Phil was about to walk away before he stopped. “Oh! One more thing.” He pulled a small notepad and marker pen out from his back pocket and quickly scribbled something down. He walked back over to my window and dropped the paper onto my lap.

“Have a good night Dan.” Phil said with a final smile.

“You too, Phil.” I replied, he waved and I waved back, before he disappeared down the street.

I smiled to myself as I rolled my window back up and placed the coffee cup in the cars cup holder, before I picked up the small piece of paper. I read it over and the happy feeling in my chest I had earlier returned a lot stronger. He had written his number and added in scrawled writing underneath:

Call me whenever you need me ^-^

~ Mr Nice Guy

missidinamenzel  asked:

Finals are killin me man, any way you can tell another story? You've been like my salvation this week.

hahahahaahahaha literally a year later!!! literally a year. never be my friend, i will forget to answer your emails and constantly double-book my time. 

ANYWAY, someone else (@ TUMBLR: what if….you tried…..not being QUITE so bad at messaging??? just a thought!!!! just an idea to try.) asked me for another Boarding School Story™ and i was racking my brain trying to think of something, because contrary to what i feel like might be popular belief, i didn’t get up to too many hijinks in high school. 

i mean i was in our version of detention a lot but that was for things like “skipping breakfast” and “being late always” and “writing an inflammatory speech about how unfair it was that we had to eat breakfast in the dining hall when we could be using that time to SLEEP” and “dyeing my hair with bright streaks against the express written rules of the student handbook”.

  • okay in hindsight i was actually….. in detention….. a lot.
  • they used to email our parents every time we were in detention and it got to the point where my mother emailed our dean of students and asked if, to save time, she was only emailed when i WASN’T in detention.
  • but i feel like i wasn’t a troublemaker??? 
  • like okay objectively i was…in trouble often but–

the POINT IS, my young and very gentle delinquency aside, the only time i was ever in like, real trouble is the time that my boyfriend and i got stuck on the roof of the boys’ locker room in the football stadium.

i guess the important background info here is that where was an hour every night between study hall and final dorm sign-in that students were allowed to leave their dorms and ~mingle with one another, though there were all kinds of rules about where you could and couldn’t be.

  • school was like “you have to be in a lighted area” and students were like “lmao.”
  • there was also a hilarious rule during co-ed visitation on the dorms that you had to have “your door open and everyone had to have at least one foot on the floor at all times” which is an adorable way to try and curtail the Teenage Get Down.

anyway, the boyf and i were looking for a cool fun place to hang out and talk about, god, i don’t know, whatever it was that we talked about. 

a few things about this boyf:

  • we had a spanish class together and he was very tall. 
  • he had a lot of other good qualities, including “he was so nice to me all the time even when i was horrible” and “excellent deadpan” but my initial interest was because he was SO. VERY. TALL.
  • a pretty good summary of our relationship as a whole was that he called me to be like, “hey, we’ve been….talking a lot…….i was wondering what you were trying to do with that” and i was like “uh———i wasn’t——i like—-UHHHHHHHHHHHH” and he was like, “WELL DO YOU WANT TO LIKE, GO OUT??” and i was like, “SURE BUT I HAVE TO GO NOW BYE”
  • ah, to be young.

so boyf and i went for a fun little adventure looking for some ~privacy and struck upon the BRILLIANT idea of scaling the locker room building and hanging out on the roof, because nothing says “romance” like “the smell of a football equipment”. so he managed to find a ladder somewhere and up we went. a lovely time was had by all until i looked down at my watch and realized i had five minutes to be back on dorm.

“oh, shit,” i said, and getting to my feet and jogging to the edge of the roof. i looked down.

“hey, boyf?”


“where did you put the ladder?”

he looked up. “i left it where you’re standing.”

i looked again. #confirmed for no ladder.

“are you sure?”

“yeah, where else would i put it?”

“well, where did you get it?”

“i don’t know, i found it….on……the grass………”

  • A WORD OF ADVICE: don’t ever just assume that ladders left lying around are for public use!!! they are ALMOST NEVER for public use.

“is it possible that was someone’s ladder, and they came and took it?”

  • SPOILER ALERT: it was possible!!! in fact, it was probable!!!
  • SPOILER ALERT #2: it was, in fact, security’s ladder, and security had taken it, assuming, of course, that two idiot students hadn’t just taken their ladder and climbed onto a roof that they 120% were not supposed to be on at 10pm.

“well,” said boyf.

“well,” i said.

“i could jump down and then catch you,” he offered.

we looked at one another. we looked down at the ground. we looked back at each other.

“you’re not THAT tall,” i said. 

so, our options:

  1. jump off the roof.
  2. call for help.
  3. accept that we now lived on this roof forever, build a home out of what we could scavenge, and never face the consequences of our actions.

“so, do you want to just live here?” i asked. “we could be happy.” 


  • boyf was more willing to accept responsibility for his actions than i was, which is also why he was willing to try to be friends when we broke up and i hid in my dorm room for a solid 3 months until he graduated.

after a few minutes if our shouting, security and the coach of the football team–who must have just been on duty?? i don’t think they like, called him every time there was a football stadium-related incident.–gathered at the boys’ locker room and glared up at us in the dark.

“HOW did you even get UP THERE,” shouted mr football coach. 

“there was a ladder!” boyf protested. “it was right there! it was a public ladder!”


“i’m gonna jump down,” said boyf again.

  • you know, all these years later i’m still not sure if he was nobly trying to take the brunt of the scolding or just like…. really wanted to jump off the roof.

“please stop trying to jump off this roof!!!!!” i snapped.

after probably five minutes of incredibly awkward two-level scolding, in which we sat with our legs hanging off the edge of the roof and the football coach said things like, “WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS,” and “WHAT DID YOU THINK WAS GOING TO HAPPEN” and “IT IS SO EASY TO BE ANY OTHER WAY THAN THIS” security arrived with “their” “ladder” that “wasn’t” for “public use” or whatever.

  • i don’t know if you’ve ever been scolded while literally looking down at the authority figure you’ve pissed off but like, it is incredibly weird.
  • like on the one hand you feel like you have all the power, because you’re like “LOOK AT THE TINY PEONS BELOW ME,” but also you know logically that you don’t have all the power and you have to at least look contrite because in 5 minutes you’ll be on the ground and then the authority figure will hold all the cards again.
  • also it just feels rude to have your shoes dangling above an authority figure’s head but like, what else are you supposed to do?? it’s weirder to stand???
  • standing feels aggressive when you’re on a roof looking down???

boyf and the football coach walked me back to my dorm.

“uh, bye,” i said, feeling for some reason like i would never see boyf again and we were both going to prison.

“GOODNIGHT,” said the football coach. “YOU WILL BE HEARING FROM THE DEAN.”


“you can see why it might seem….to outside parties…..like you were on the roof for……private reasons,” said the dean, scolding both boyf and i outside the chapel just to remind us that we had let not only ourselves down, but also probably jesus.

“WE WERE STARGAZING,” boyf and i said in tandem.

“but you can SEE why it might SEEM like you were doing something ELSE,” the dean said. “if it happens again i’ll call your parents.”

“if it happens again i’m totally jumping off the roof,” boyf whispered to me when the dean had turned away.

“OH MY GOD,” i said.

5 and 1 Themed List



(also, there’s a guy on this field out my window throwing a boomerang and it’s really fuckin’ cool)

(also, also, I might have gone a little overboard. But I just really like this trope, okay?!?!?!?) [I put in a read more line. Because there are upwards of 30 fics on this list. Have fun doing NOTHING for the rest of the day]

Five Times Derek Is Jealous and One Time Stiles Is by thecheekydragon

1,990  I  Jealousy
Teen and Up
Just like it says on the tin: Five times Derek is jealous and one time Stiles is

Anchor Me In by linksofmemories

2,517  I  Canon Divergent, Anchors
Five times Stiles was Derek’s anchor and the one time he was Stiles’.

Not With Haste by Acavall

2,925  I  General Audiences
Four times Stiles asks, and Derek fails to understand. One time he does.

A love that does exist by bovineinteriors

3,497  I  Angst, Canon Divergent, Future Fic, Established Relationship
General Audiences
During Stiles’ first year in college, his new friends have a hard time believing the amazing Derek Hale exists.
“Oh for the love of god!” Robby exclaimed, “You can’t get engaged to a fake boyfriend Stiles! This is taking it way too far.”
“Fake boyfriend? What are you talking about?” Stiles asked, the smile slipping off of his face.
“Stiles, you don’t have any pictures of him, we have never met him, he isn’t on any social media, and when we called him, you were the one speaking in his voice mail.”

Until We Get There by CiaraWrites

3,566  I  Panic Attacks, Fluff, POV Outsider
General Audiences
Five times everyone else realises Stiles and Derek are in love and one time Stiles and Derek maybe realise it too

Derek Hale: Original Failwolf by seraphina_snape

4,122  I  Sheriff Finds Out, Crack
Teen and Up
Stilinski and McCall were fully dressed now. Stilinski was waiting while McCall put on his shoes. Further into the room, Weird Creep was hiding behind a row of lockers. Only half his body was still visible. Clearly the guy operated on the old ‘if I can’t see it, it can’t see me’ school of stealth.
Coach Finstock looked back to the boys. McCall was still busy tying his shoes. Either he hadn’t noticed or he was avoiding the coach - either was a distinct possibility. Stilinski had a 'lord give me strength’ expression on and was shaking his head.
“Seriously?” Coach Finstock asked.
“Yeah,” Stilinksi said. “Just… don’t mention it. It’s nothing weird, I swear.”

AKA 5 Times Derek Hale Tries (And Utterly Fails) To Be Stealthy and 1 Time He Totally Knows He Failed

Five Accidental Cuddles by MissusCarlikins (orphan_account)

4,218  I  6/6  I  CUDDLES
General Audiences
Five times Derek and Stiles end up cuddling on accident, and one time they do it very much on purpose.

I’m Sexy and I Don’t Know It by Gypsywriter135

4,239  I  Not Rated (but like, general/teenish)
Five people who realized that Stiles was built and the one person who knew all along.
(Or, the one where Stiles makes everyone re-evaluate their life choices.)

switch it up. by doctorkaitlyn

4,247  I  Canon Divergent, Sharing Clothes
Teen and Up
“New shirt?” he asks once Stiles has locked the front door behind them and Stiles jumps like he’s been freaking electrocuted. Scott has to disguise his amused snort as a cough.
“Oh, this one?” he asks, plucking the electric blue v-neck between his fingers like he’s pulling a hair out of someone’s head. “Yeah, I got it from the mall, like… three days ago. Or something.”
Or, the five times Scott catches Derek and Stiles wearing each others clothes (and one time he catches them wearing nothing at all).

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Lovesick Puppy (Tony Stark x Reader)

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Word Count: 1, 341

Genre: Romance/Fluff

Request: Tony X Reader? Mh, so the reader is working in a fast-food and Tony loves to go. One day after Tony saved the world once more the reader decides stated its flame for him and all the Avengers. How will Tony react?

Tony x Reader where Tony confesses his love for reader and she’s caught off guard? Love your work btw.

A/N: This is one of the worst things I’ve ever written oh my. I really super suck at writing Tony because he’s so great and witty that I never feel I do him justice, but flustered Tony is my favourite to read so here that is. Also, I couldn’t help but slip in some Steve x Reader flirting because you know I’m a sucker for Steve. Sorry for lack of updates, I’ve been super sick and have had no time or energy to write. I was also considering on just writing Steve and Buck so let me know what you think. Happy reading!

Your name: submit What is this?

It was a very un-busy Sunday evening and you were just about to clock off of your shift, at one of New York’s many fast-food restaurants, when you heard the bell ring on the door, meaning someone had entered. 

“Thank god you’re still here; I could really use a chocolate milkshake- extra cream. Wait make that six milkshakes. It’s been a tough day,” One of your regular, and most known, customers sighed at you, plopping down in a booth. 

You checked your watch, for no apparent reason at all, because now that he was here, you had no intentions of leaving. Not that you staying longer would matter, seeing as you were left to lock up. “What happened now? One of your super suits not working again? And the obvious question- why the hell do you need six milkshakes?” You called, as you began preparing the multiple orders of chocolate milkshakes. 

“You’ll find out,“ You could hear the smile in his voice, and also the tiredness. “Guess what I did today, Y/N, come on, guess.”

“Look Tony, you lead a very exciting life and I’m sure it’s something I won’t be able to guess,” you said, walking the tray milkshakes over to the booth and sitting down in front of him.

He snatched one the milkshake away from you hurriedly before leaning in, “I just sav-”

“Is lover-girl here? Or can we go someplace else,” A woman with red hair and a skin tight black suit said. A group of; well whatever they were, walked in. All cut and bruised, with bits of clothing missing. 

They definitely weren’t your usual customers, they looked tired and just generally fed up. You knew who they were as soon as they all piled in. These were The Avengers. You’d seen them all over the television last year when they saved everyone from aliens, you assumed, and Tony always came in complaining about how they use his money but only take orders from Steve because he’s a Captain, which always made you laugh because it was always the same rant.

“Y/N, this is the team I was telling you about, remember? Guys this Y/N,” Tony smiled, rolling his eyes slightly. “Oh and don’t listen to anything they say, especially this one over here, I mean he was in ice for like 70 years, he has no idea how to socialise.”

The man Tony pointed to coughed slightly and walked up to you, sticking his hand out. “Steve Rogers, or you may know me as Ca-”

“Captain America, I know,” you said, grinning, “I know who all of you are. And might I just say, I was totally team Cap in that argument you had the other day, Tony was so worked up over it, it was hilarious.”

You and Steve carried on your brief conversation for a while whilst everyone around you was talking quietly to each other. You were mainly making fun of the outbursts Tony has at ‘work’ and then the way he comes to you and complains about it all. It was hilarious to hear the way Tony acts, especially from Steve, who did a pretty good impression of him when he’s annoyed.

“Jesus Christ I knew it! I called it honestly.  Why don’t you two just get married right now, I’m sure there’s a priest available, better yet, let’s just go to Vegas!” Tony said, rather hysterically, causing pretty much the whole team to erupt in laughter. 

“Come on now, stop being stupid,” you laughed, moving to grab chairs for everyone to sit on. Clint, Natasha and Bruce all slid into the booth, leaving just you, Thor and Steve needing a seat. “I’m pretty sure the milkshakes on the table are yours, so drink up." 

After everyone was seated, the whole room was left in almost complete silence; just the sound of everyone slurping their drinks could be heard. "So, um, what’s got you guys so beat?”

“We just saved the world, no big deal,” Clint said, between sips of his drink. “Murderbots, as I call them, were flying all over the place, complete chaos.”
Yet again everyone laughed, but you could tell it wasn’t a genuine laugh.  It wasn’t one that ‘normal’ people would have.

That’s when you realised these people, the ones you were drinking milkshakes with, weren’t your typical people. They had seen more death than anyone, done some bad things and even saved the world god knows how many times. These were extraordinary people that were still able to sit with you and be positive no matter how hard their day had been and that honestly blew your mind; never had it occurred to you, when Tony would just waltz in and sit with you, he was a superhero.

“You know what me too!” You giggled, Tony looking up at you, smiling gently, “I fought off some sugar crazed 7 year olds, and I swear to you, if I gave them any more sugar we’d all be dead. All I had was a whisk; you don’t even want to know what happened next.”

“Wow Lady Y/N, they sound worse than the metal men we battled today,” Thor laughed heartily. 

“I’ve never been called lady before, Thor, that wa-”

“I can call you lady, if you want, that is, I mean not that I would want to because that would mean I’m taking tips off of Shakespeare in the park over here and that’s just creepy, because I’m cooler than him right Y/N,” Tony rambled, leaving you stunned and confused. 

What had gotten into Tony that made him ramble or get flustered almost every time you spoke to someone that wasn’t him? It was weird and pretty annoying because he could at least let you have a simple conversation without him jumping down their throat.

“What’s up with you tonight? You’re acting weird,” you asked, looking at him cautiously. 

Tony was your friend, one of your only ones at that, and you hated that he was acting differently around you because even though you hate to admit it, that stupid science dork that was stuck up his own ass, was important to you. 

“I just, I’m in l-” he began quietly, before shaking his head and stopping himself, “It’s nothing I’m fine.”

Clint and Natasha shared knowing glances and mumbled something to each other while Bruce looked at Tony sympathetically and clapped a hand on his back. What were you missing? Was something wrong with Tony? Did he not want to be your friend? 

“Look Tony, if you don’t want us to be friends anymore that’s fine, I’m sure I could handle it,” You sighed. It was the only thing you could think of, he’d never been this strange around you before. Unless he liked you? No, he couldn’t, this was Tony, the Tony Stark, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, as he called himself. And you were Y/N, who worked in a restaurant, earning just enough money to pay bills. 

“God that’s not it,” Tony blurted out quickly, looking up quickly at you, “You couldn’t be more wrong actually. Well, I guess you’re right at the same time.”
At this point you were the definition of confused. Not understanding the situation at all, surely if he was going to tell you something important or stop being your friend for Christ sakes, he wouldn’t do it in front of people who were strangers to you. 

“I don’t think I get what you want me to get, and if you think you’re giving me hints, well they’re not working and I’d appreciate it if you cou-”


Tony was in love with you?

A Guy Like You (should wear a warning)

Fic Request:

  • One where Stiles wears a suit and it makes Lydia want to do naughty things to him.
  • Stydia having sex at Scott and Kira’s wedding and being caught. 

Rating: MA

Genre: Smut, Established Relationship, Romance, Fluff

Author: bellohmyblake

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Second Chances (Jikook)

Thank you toomanyfandomsfor1url for requesting this! Ooh that title is so cliche sounding. I am so sorry guys. Still, I hope you enjoy! This fic is dedicated to Nina and also the 30 people that followed me in the last couple of days. Thanks so much you guys!

A romance would be fun, Taehyung said. It’ll help your career, Taehyung said. What could go wrong, Taehyung said.

Jimin wants to shred him to pieces. Every since Jimin landed his first role in a movie, a shoddy, no-line role, Taehyung had been there. They were both cast as “hot stable boys” and they immediately bonded over the shitty camera work and stereotypical plot lines, but hey, everybody’s got to start somewhere.  

Taehyung had come bounding up to Jimin about a month ago, jumping around, shoving a script up Jimin’s nose.  

“A romance movie, really?” Taehyung rolled his eyes at Jimin.

“Come on Jiminie! You’d be perfect for this role I know it! And did you see who’s directing it? Yeah. Do you know how famous you’ll be if you land this movie? Plus, they’ve already cast the other guy. Apparently he’s a hot, new, up-and-coming actor. Pretty boy.”

Jimin snorted. Oh God.  

He had read over the script, and yeah, he knew he could play the character perfectly. It was one of those book-to-movie adaptations that were all the rage these days. And yeah, if he got the role it would be an amazing opportunity.  

When he tells Taehyung he’s going to audition, Taehyung is ecstatic, even going so far as to accompany him to his audition.  

They’re currently in the waiting room. Jimin would be reading with the guy would was already cast to play his (maybe, hopefully), love interest.  

“Isn’t this exciting? Dude, you could get so famous after this movie.” Jimin smiles gratefully at Taehyung. His best friend was always supporting him and rooting him on. He opens his mouth to respond when the door flies open.

“Hi, sorry I’m late. I’m playing Derek, my name is-holy shit!” Taehyung snorts from behind Jimin.

“What kind of name is holy shit?” He mutters. Jimin’s too busy staring.


“Jiminie, oh my God!” Jeongguk runs up and wraps his arms around Jimin, squeezing and even lifting him off his feet a little.

“Jeongguk please! And hey, I’m still your hyung you brat. Eight years and you still won’t treat me with respect. Jesus, put me down!” Jeongguk giggles and settles Jimin back on his feet.

“Sorry, hyung.” Jimin smiles. They stand there, assessing each other, until Taehyung clears his throat.  

“Anybody want to tell me what the hell is going on?” Rolling his eyes, Jimin motions Taehyung over.

“Taehyung, this is Jeongguk. We were best friends in high school. Jeongguk, this is Taehyung, my best friend.” They shake hands. Taehyung turns his head to throw a questioning look at Jimin.

“You’re going to be fake-fucking your old best friend?” Jimin blinks, then brings his hands up slowly and covers his face.  

“Way to make is awkward, Tae.” Jeongguk snickers, seemingly unaffected. Taehyung points a finger at Jeongguk.  

“I like him.”  

“Of course you do.”  

Of course they ask them to kiss. At their first reading. Jimin wants to run. In high school, he’d always thought maybe there was something…but Jeongguk never made a move. And now, here is his, sitting right in front of Jimin, getting ready to kiss him. God, Jimin really wants to run.  

But he can’t. Because he’s a professional actor dammit. Okay. He can do this. It was the last scene they had to read for.

“You’ve just come to the realization that you’re in love with him Jimin, and he’s leaving for Mexico to find his sister. You have to convince him to stay. That’s how I want you to kiss him. Convince him to stay. Go.” Jimin doesn’t have time to think about it. They’re screaming the lines at each other, no longer having to look at the page. Jeongguk turns to stalk off and the memory of an airport flashes in Jimin’s mind. An airport, the day Jeongguk left for early college, Jeongguk turning away from him now, like he did that day. If only Jimin had convinced him to stay that day.

With that thought in mind, Jimin reaches out and grabs Jeongguk’s wrist, wrenching him back around, pulling with so much force that Jeongguk almost flies into him. Jimin has a split second to catch Jeongguk’s eyes before he reaches up with one hand to cup Jeongguk’s face and pull him down, kissing him. He throws everything he has into the kiss. Forget about the script, forget about the audition, forget about the movie. Jeongguk is still for just a second before he’s pushing back, giving just as much as he’s getting. His hands encircle Jimin’s waist and he holds on for dear life.  

The sound of clapping brings them back to reality. Jimin draws back slowly, unwillingly, and watches Jeongguk. He’s smiling, embarrassed, but he hasn’t let go of Jimin.  

“I think…I think that’s been a long time coming. Hasn’t it?” Jeongguk whispers, tuning out the director’s praises.

“Yeah.” Jimin breathes out, his eyes flicking between Jeonggu’s eyes and lips. Hands clasp their shoulders and they jump, breaking apart.

“That was amazing boys. Just amazing. Park Jimin, you’ve definitely got the part.” Jimin smiles and bows, thanking the director.  

They meet Taehyung back in the waiting room. When they enter Taehyung jumps up and runs over.

“So, how was it? Did you get the part?” Jimin smiles at him and nods.  

“Yeah I got it.” Taehyung whoops and happy dances around Jimin.  

“We should go celebrate!” Jimin laughs and grips Taehyungs shoulders, calming him down.

“Actually, I was…um…” Taehyung glances back and forth between Jimin and Jeongguk.

“Oh! I get it. I get it.” He smiles sneakily at Jimin and winks. Jimin rolls his eyes but he blushes slightly. Jeongguk laughs as Taehyung skips off.  

“I really like your friend.” Jimin snorts and turns to walk away.  

“Fine. You can have lunch with him then, Jeonggukie.” He walks a few feet and turns back.

“You coming?” Jeongguk shakes his head, but smiles and follows after him anyway.

lil-dorkling  asked:

What is your opinion on asexual people? (Also your book Mad About God is amazing!)

Hey dear friend, thank you so much. I hope you’ll leave some kind words about the book when you’re finished, but totally optional and up to you!

I believe sexuality is such a significant discussion with too many nuances and angles that I couldn’t possibly do it justice here. Any time it’s brought up online, everyone yells or rips it apart or assumes I’m implying something terrible if I missed even one little point. I sometimes hate talking about this because I get scared of offending people, and I end up dancing around answers because of over-sensitive, self-victimizing shaming that has already pre-judged that I’m a bigot. You have to know that I love you and I love people and I only care that others would know Jesus and see Jesus in me. I might fail at that, but I’m really trying. I’m asking for your grace if I say anything that’s tone-deaf or unthoughtful.

Here’s the thing. Sexuality is not the most important facet about a person. I don’t think you mean to say it is, but I find so much idolatry and vanity in this area that we fight over it like it’s life-and-death. It’s one slice of a much bigger pie that encompasses an entire human being. If a person is asexual, whether that means they have no sexual impulse or they’re androgynous or they have zero interest in dating, I think that’s great. They’re not weird or subhuman or projects to be worked on. I just hope we know that who we’re attracted to isn’t the be-all, end-all foundation of a person, and no one can sustainably revolve around a sexual identity as their whole cause and character.

That’s why both the red-faced angry preacher and the sensational daytime news anchor who pounce on sexuality as a platform are diminishing very real people. Both the church and the wider culture have disproportionately escalated the issue, while the starving children I’ve seen in the streets of the Philippines don’t even have the time or head-space to make such a thing a priority. It’s such a slim, imbalanced view on a living breathing person. Important? Yes. Urgent? I’m less sure. I want to know, Do you love Jesus and do you know you’re loved by him? Do you love people like he does?

I have other questions, too. Like, What are you living for? What are you dying for? What’s your greatest love? What’s your biggest hate? What gets you through the darkness? Where do you think this is all going? What are you glorifying and worshiping? How will you live your story? What’s the message you’re giving each day? Who do you believe God is? What are you really about?

Relationships are certainly important. Marriage takes work. Singleness takes work. Sexuality should be talked about. The Bible has some crucial things to say on all this. But life is not about finding romance nor resisting it. So many of these things are secondary, and while they require a great deal of attention, they’re temporary. We’re designed for eternity. I hope our choices today reflect that, too.

– J.S.

anonymous asked:

Looks like episode 5 is filled with Lauriver goodies. Told you they would start to repair the romance this season. Felicity's in the grave especially considering how the EP's decided to have the PT board meeting in 6 months (around the time of the death) plus something motivates Curtis to become Mr. terrific (her death). How much you wanna bet she gives him the name. There's no way Dhark doesn't come after her. She's so dead & I'm so happy!! Lauriver forever!

God, the level of your delusion is concerning 

I pity you, truly. Like, the highlight of your life as a Lauriver shipper is come to my askbox and vomit your theories based on whatever crumbs the writers deliver to you every 12 episodes.

But, like I said before, you have to hold onto whatever hope you have that Felicity is on that grave so your pairing can happen. 

Seriously, I feel so satisfied the only way you, a Lauriver shipper, can see Oliver getting together with Laurel again is if Felicity is truly gone. Thank you so much for this. 

This is the highest compliment someone could ever pay to my OTP. Like, you just admitted that it’s so unthinkable for Oliver to even look at Laurel - or any other woman - if Felicity is breathing.

You say the sweetest things :))))

Honestly, as you gave me this amazing gift of telling me the only way Oliver could move on from his love for Felicity is if she’s dead, I’m gonna be as kind as you were and give you an advice. I noticed you have a ~lot of ideas for what will happen in Arrow and your OTP. Do a favor to your fandom cause it is in need: take all your theories about how Lauriver is gonna get together again and ~fall in love and write them in fic format to add to Ao3, cause honestly? It has been 4 years and O/L tag didn’t even reach 200 fics yet. I mean, Jesus, Olicity is about to reach 6k, we are so active that I wish the same for your OTP. So why don’t you use your fertile imagination for that, huh? At least, try to make them reach 200 mark, after all Lauriver is so ~iconic in Arrowverse, they deserve to hit this amazing 200 mark! 


Also, I forgot to add! The sexy smirk you said Oliver was going to give to Laurel, how awkward for you it was when they revealed he was looking at Thea? A lot or you still enjoyed it?! No judging if you dig incest, I promise :))))

trolleyseat  asked:

hi, lately i've been confused about "working on our salvation" that's generally our job after receiving Jesus. How do we do that exactly? How do we know we're doing it right? And I've just listened to a local sermon and it says that after we received Jesus, we have to seek perfection through our struggles and efforts to meet His standard level of perfection. We have to strive for a perfect life, no flaws in His eyes. That's what Christian life is about. Is that how we do it?

Hey dear friend, thank you for your honesty and candor. Before I say anything, I hope you’ll consider watching this sermon. I watch it about once a month and it continually feeds my soul, especially in moments of confusion about my faith. (There are a couple glitches in the video but they pass quickly.)

Essentially, one of the biggest points of the Christian Gospel is that it takes burdens off and will never add them on. Everything else in the world is squeezing you by demands, deadlines, dichotomies, and impossible standards that will destroy you the second you infringe on them. Every community will kick you out or kill you if you disobey their directives, and that includes Tumblr, Facebook, a high school football team, and political tribes. Every other religion and philosophy and system of thinking is prodding you to close the gap between who-you-are and who-you-want-to-be by striving for an arbitrary goal-line, only to move it further away when you get there.

Only Christianity says that the gap has been closed for you by grace, that every demand has been met in God’s very own provision, and that it’s from this gift of grace that you strive, and not for. In other words, the Christian Gospel is the news of what God has done through His Son, and not advice or formulas for a better life. It can certainly advise you, and there are certainly divine laws that are for our good, but the motive to follow His way is because of the grace He has given us. It’s inside His preemptive approval that we can find both rest and resolve. Since we’re no longer “working off” our existence to justify who we are, we can move outward from God’s fixed love without worrying about getting better or getting results. Perhaps ironically, when you have such a supernatural confidence, you actually get better and get results.

Christianity is such a counter-intuitive inside-out truth that it will never feel natural. We’re so used to measuring ourselves on progress and accomplishments and numbers that the second you get grace, it ruins our entire death-grip on control. It ruins everything so perfectly.

If you’re given grace, your worldly trophies and bank account and social media don’t mean very much. Fame isn’t even a real thing.

If you’re given grace, then God also loves the people you hate, and your grudge is about you and not them, and other peoples’ virtue is no longer a measurement of their inherent dignity.

If you’re given grace, you can’t bear to go back to the sin that had you imprisoned and consumed.

If you’re given grace, your kindness for other people is no longer self-motivated for image or ego-boosting, but merely an abundant overflow of the love you’ve been given, and maybe for the first time, it’s truly about loving the other person instead of a way to validate yourself.

It’s the difference between a boss and a mentor. A boss sees your qualifications, tracks your work, has a checklist, can fire you or give you a raise. A mentor takes in the unqualified, empowers your work, and roots for you to succeed.

It’s the difference between dating and a marriage. A certain kind of dating entails that you need to puff yourself up, lie your way in, and show off your merchandise. Marriage says that you’re already accepted in a promise of vows, that you don’t need to “try” to be a spouse, and that your efforts of romance are to be enjoyed instead of used as an advertisement.

Of course, we’re going to hate the idea of grace. I know that even when Christians say “grace,” we still minimize it to mean a general fuzzy warmth from some abstract being. It feels like enabling or pampering. But if my version of grace enables or pampers, it hasn’t gone far enough. Grace is not merely a sentimental love, but a love that cost everything. It cost the life of God’s Son, for our sin was very real, and sin always has a cost. Jesus closed the distance of our debt on a cross and in an empty tomb; his entire life was a cross of persecution, abandonment, betrayal, and still keeping a perfect law. He met the demands that we couldn’t. It’s only this kind of grace that would tenderize your heart into love-driven action, and electrify you into a life of clarity, purpose, and the bigger picture.

I understand why most preachers are legalistic, rule-driven, religious fundamentalists. I understand the popularity of blogs that say “10 Things To Do Before You’re 20″ or that tell you how to be offended and how to do online justice.  It’s because on some deep level, we all know we’re meant to be perfect. On any deathbed, in every blog post, in every community, we have a sense of condemnation that we put on ourselves and put on others. We’re profoundly aware that nothing is as it’s meant to be, most especially ourselves. We swim in the word “potential” but feel lost in falling short. We feel threatened by success or slightly more talented people. We each have a wounded sense of our own shortcomings, because inside, we have an immeasurable understanding of a perfectly divine holiness that we’re not reaching. Whether or not we call that God, we still manifest our “fear of unrealized potential” by jealousy, competition, drowning our woes in thrills and pills, or fantasizing over the next door neighbor’s wife and other people’s lives.

The thing is, you will never, ever meet perfection in this life. The discontent remains. You’ll never be good enough, because the world asks too much. That’s good news. You cannot be good on your own. You must look to the Only One who is good, who will call you good, too. You must recognize your utter incapability to meet divinity, yet at the same time be in awe of the infinite value that God has bestowed upon you.

As the great theologian Lecrae once said, “If Heaven ain’t a gift, then I ain’t gettin’ in.” We live between the tension of a hostile, fallen, fractured world and a perfectly loving God. We’re humbled because Jesus had to die for our sin, but we’re confident because Jesus gladly died so we may know Him.

So what do we do? Nothing. There’s nothing to be achieved. Only received. Sing the truths of the Gospel into your heart. Bask in His glory. Look to the cross and the empty tomb in everything you do. Move from grace as your base, as a home that will always be there. Faith is not a one-time decision or a one-shot moment, but the slow awakening to the reality of what God has done for you. If you pursue this truth, you will find that it’s been pursuing you all along. In such pursuit, His glory will flex through you, to do the work that must be done: not to earn Him, but because you already have Him.

– J.S.

enchantingdefendorperson  asked:

Random prompt if you'd like! Dexnursey where Nursey plans to propose and gets nervous and plans a date and after the main, before dessert he pops the question and Dex gets all flustered (says no ?) cos he was gonna propose w/ the ring in N's dessert

All that I can say… is that I tried. <3 (Also, thank you for the prompt! And sorry it took so long to fill!)

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I’m rather critical in this review, but then you guys should know that by now, I don’t shy away from voicing my opinion. I have the best for these two characters in mind and with that I look at the show. It’s a bit harsh at times, and over all the episode was lukewarm at best. Thank God for Malec. 

You can read my review below, It’s a long one since we had 20 minutes of Alec, Magnus and Malec in total! 

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