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poems i would write you | shawn mendes

MY MASTERLIST

word count: 9,018 (i was gonna split this up, but decided to just keep it together. it’s long. put on your favorite sweatpants and grab that bag of hot cheetos you’ve been saving before you dig into this thing.)

author’s note: GUESS WHO’S BACK, BACK AGAIN? BERRY’S BACK, TELL A FRIEND. welcome to the first installment of my college!shawn series, which takes place during Y/N’s (that’s you) freshman year. it’s got fluff, angst, and some pretty stupid decisions on everyone’s part. title from “shot down” by khalid, as per a recommendation from @light-up-shawn. enjoy.


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i.

Upon your arrival to college, you had been on the receiving end of entirely too much advice from various relatives, older friends, and even strangers. Don’t walk alone at night, don’t sign up for eight AM classes, don’t drink the “jungle juice” at any frat parties.

Your parents had told you to focus on your studies and seek tutoring help if you needed it. Your sister had encouraged you to join a sorority to really be at “the heart” of university life, as if you knew what that meant. The only advice your cousin gave you was to always remember your room key and to pack a pair of shower shoes, the latter of which she accompanied with a shudder - you could piece together that anecdote on your own.

But nobody had prepared you for this particular problem.

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For my birthday I wanted to do a fic rec of fics that I love, so here’s 31 fics that you need to read if you haven’t already. (In no particular order.)

1.  When We Were Younger by waytoomanypeopleintheaddisonlee (dinosaursmate) @dinosaursmate
About a week after Harry started visiting this particular chat room, he was watching some kid argue with the whole room about football, personally disinterested as he tipped a bag of crisps into his mouth. He happily chomped on the crumbs, taking a swig from a glass of Ribena to wash them down, glancing at the screen and very nearly spat the squash back out again.
His heart was pounding wildly. The display icon of the argumentative newcomer had caught his eye, and not in a good way. He gulped as he clicked the picture, and when it popped up in full resolution, his heart nearly fell right out of his arse.
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Sixteen year old Harry Styles’ world turns upside down when he logs on to gay teen chat to discover somebody has stolen his photos and used them as their own.

2. For Reasons Unknown by FallingLikeThis, Rearviewdreamer @suddenclarityharry @all-these-larrythings
Six years after dying, Louis is suddenly thrust back into the life he’d lost. Support Group is supposed to help him adjust to everything that’s changed but he finds the experience sadly lacking. Well, except there is one curly-haired lad that’s there too. He kind of makes it worth going.

3. Small Doses (Loving You It’s Explosive) by QuickedWeen @becomeawendybird
Louis Tomlinson finds himself at Vitality Fitness to try and turn his life around after having left his cheating boyfriend of four years. The gym’s owner, Liam, quickly becomes a good friend, but his right hand man is rude and dismissive from the get-go.
Louis and Harry continue to clash all while Harry is trying to move his way up the ranks in Manchester’s amateur boxing circuit, but they can’t seem to stay away from each other.

4. Nothin’ I Would Rather Do by lululawrence @lululawrence
“Louis,” Anne said sternly. “You know I have no problem with you working overtime if you need to, but I can’t have you running yourself ragged. At this rate you won’t have the energy or stamina to make it to the party yourself!”“I’ll be fine, Anne. I swear.”Her bright eyes sparkled as her smile turned a bit more coy and Louis knew immediately what was coming next.“I hope so, because you know, my son will be in town and coming to the party.”Louis froze. In all the months of her talking about her son and saying they should meet, she never once mentioned that he would be coming to the Christmas party. Well, fuck.or…the one where Anne is determined to set Louis up with her son, but he’s perfectly happy with the random sexting “relationship” he has running with the random he met at a bar several months back.

5. Mutability by haloeverlasting @haloeverlasting
Harry and Louis meet in a book club. Life and fiction have their parallels.

6. I Walk the Line by Awriterwrites @a-writerwrites
Professor Louis Tomlinson is the leading researcher in his field. Harry Styles is Louis’ recently hired grad assistant. Sparks fly between them but something doesn’t add up when it comes to Harry, and Louis is determined to find out what.What happens when everything Louis thought he knew comes crashing down around him? Is he doomed to repeat his past mistakes? Or will he learn to follow his heart and find a way to forge his own path, alongside someone he’s not sure he can trust, but who might just be the best thing to ever happen to him.

7.Fool’s Gold by tvshows_addict @tvshows-addict
Leaflet for Over Again Inc.“In relationships, there are three types of people: those who are happy, those who are unhappy but accept it and deal, those who are unhappy and in denial.Handling this last category is our job: we are professional couple breakers.To reach our goal, we use all means necessary.”Or the Arnacoeur AU in which Harry is scheduled to be married to Liam in 10 days and Harry’s mother hires Louis and his team to break them up.

8. Them Butterflies by momentofclarity @gaycousinlarry
To sum it all up - Louis is beautiful. Breathtakingly so. And Harry can’t find it in himself to even question the fact that he thinks so. Louis is mesmerising, nearly magnetic with all the energy bouncing off of him. Harry doesn’t know what to make of it, but he knows he doesn’t want this night to end.This is the extraordinarily ordinary AU where Harry falls in love for the first time and Louis learns how to fall in love all over again. 

9. Souls; Plural, Parallel by LadyLondonderry @londonfoginacup
Soulmates are rare, the sort of rare that means everyone has a story about a friend’s sister’s coworker or a brother’s roommate’s cousin. But the fact of the matter is that most people never meet theirs. It’s unfortunate then, that Louis finds out the hard way that he met his soulmate in a club, and the guy never texted him back.

10.  Barefoot in Blue Jeans by indiaalphawhiskey @indiaalphawhiskey
AU. Louis Tomlinson is trying desperately hard not to fall for his son’s au pair, but he can’t, for the life of him, remember why.

** WATCH OUT FOR HER REVERSE BIG BANG IT’S GONNA BE SOOO GOOOD

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oriannagod-deactivated20150613  asked:

hey molly i'm having a slow day and i was wondering if you were in the mood to tell another story because literally i have not laughed as hard at anybody else's anecdotes on this entire goddamn site and it would be pretty rad

when i lived in spain, i worked as a “bartender” in madrid. i put “bartender” in quotation marks because my boss fernando trusted me with literally nothing but cleaning glasses and occasionally a CLOSELY SUPERVISED mojito. the bar was called “la chocita sueca,” which basically means “the swedish hut,” but can also, as far as i can tell, mean something VERY DIFFERENT and vERY RUDE.

  • this led to a lot of general confusion from the patrons, who were always wondering whether i (the only super, super white person) was The Swede. 
  • “THIS BAR IS NOT NAMED AFTER ME,” i would shout, trying to be heard above the music and the huge portrait of elvis that hung behind the bar. “I AM LITERALLY JUST HERE TO WASH DISHES AND MAKE TERRIBLE MOJITOS.”
  • “OK BUT ARE YOU SWEDISH?” they would ask me. “LIKE ARE YOU SWEDISH, THOUGH?”
  • “nO.”
  • “ARE YOU SURE?”
  • “VERY SURE.”
  • “YOU LOOK SWEDISH.”
  • “I UNDERSTAND, BUT I AM NOT SWEDISH.”
  • “NOT EVEN A LITTLE SWEDISH?”
  • “NOT EVEN A LITTLE SWEDISH. AS I HAVE SAID.”
  • “BUT YOUR EYES ARE VERY BLUE?”
  • “I AM NOT FUCKING SWEDISH!!!!!!!!" 
  • at which point fernando would sweep in and say soothingly, “shhh, it’s okay. why don’t you go wipe down the vomit on the bar??”
  • rinse. rather. repeat.

anyway, on weeknights when the bar wasn’t busy, fernando always let me come in and talk to him and learn how to make drinks. as someone who hates hard liquor, i was very bad at it. my entire repertoire is a mimosa and a tequila sunrise. in my defense, fernando was aware of this going in. the entire hiring process went:

ME: can i work here?
FERNANDO: do you know how to make alcoholic beverages in exchange for money?
ME: no.
FERNANDO: come on wednesday.

so one day, my roommate bryan takes me out for a delicious fancy dinner, along with his little brother and his little brothers three friends, who were all visiting and sleeping on our floor. on the walk home i noticed that we were going to pass by la chocita (which was about a 5 minute walk from my house). so i separated from bryan and the boys to drop in and say hello to my old friend fernando. 

it’s a tuesday at 9:30p.m. so the bar was naturally empty, and fernando was just chillin’ with the elvis picture and the human-sized statue of liberty replica. 

"maya!!” he said. he called me maya, as did most of my friends in madrid, because it was easier and because i hate the way “molly” sounds when it is breaking up a spanish sentence. “molly” in any language that isn’t english literally sounds like a fart on a first date.

  • “molly” when said in an english sentence: what a cute, rosy-cheeked young lady, probably looking to cuddle a dog and have a good laugh!!
  • “molly” when said in literally any other language: WHAT IS THIS GROSS PIECE OF WOOD IN MY MOUTH?? IT TASTES OF TODDLERS AND THE ASHES OF YOUTHFUL DREAMS.

so in i pop, and there is fernando, who immediately sets to telling me all about his son and how handsome he is and how he’s about my age and fernando’s not saying anything but he’s JUST SAYING—

“here, have some of this,” fernando said, and handed me a glass of kalimotxo.

  • WHAT IS KALIMOTXO, you ask? PRETTY EASY:
  • 1. get some cheap-ass wine, like hella cheap, like the CHEAPEST WINE YOU CAN FIND, PROBABLY IN A BOX, PROBABLY CALLED “CHEAP CHEAP CHEAP WINE FOR POOR COLLEGE STUDENTS.”
  • 2. get some diet coke.
  • 3. get some ice
  • 4. combine.
  • 5. “WHAT IS HAPPENING????” - your body, horrified and delighted.

“idk, fernando,” i said. “it’s a tuesday? i have class tomorrow?”

“WHO EVER GOT DRUNK ON A LITTLE KALIMOXTO,” fernando said.

i took the drink.

  • “WHAT IS HAPPENING????” - my body, horrified and delighted.

“try this, too,” fernando told me after a moment, pushing a bright green glass in my direction. “it’s new. i’m trying it out.”

“idk, fernando,” i said. “it’s a tuesday? i have class tomorrow?”

“WHO EVER GOT DRUNK ON A LITTLE BRIGHT GREEN BOOZE?” fernando said.

i took the drink.

  • “THIS IS DANCING A SAMBA IN MY MOUTH!!” - my actual words to my actual boss.

“wait wait, try this one,” fernando added, now pushing a tiny shot glass toward me with gold-colored liquid and sugar at the bottom.

“idk, fernando,” i said. “it’s a tuesday? my lips are tingly?”

“WHO EVER GOT TINGLY LIPS FROM A LITTLE GOLD-COLORED LIQUID WITH SUGAR AT THE BOTTOM?” fernando said.

i took the drink.

  • “it tastes like i already regret it!!!” - me, giving the statue of liberty replica a kiss.

“I FUCKING LOVE YOUR BAR NUTS,” i said. “THEY’RE THE BEST BAR NUTS I HAVE EVER HAD. CAN I HAVE A POUND OF THEM?”

“okay,” fernando said, and handed me a bag of bar nuts as big as my torso. it was very heavy. it was a tuesday at about 11p.m. and i opened the bag, dipped my hand in, and shoved a whole handful into my mouth.

  • IN MY DEFENSE: these were the best bar nuts in the world.
  • i stand by that.

“you should go home,” fernando told me, looking suddenly doubtful. “you have class on wednesday.”

“WHO EVER HEARD OF CLASS ON A WEDNESDAY?” i said. “GIVE ME SOME MORE OF THE TINGLY LIPS STUFF.” it was probably hard to hear me around the bar nuts.

fernando, now very alarmed, called me a taxi. i should remind you that my apartment was a five minute walk from the bar, but with my hands full of a full 3-lb bag of bar nuts that i refused to give back and a my fist closed tightly around the neck of a bottle of tinto de verano, there was really no way i was going to make it that far.

“where to?” the taxista asked. i gave him my address. he blinked at me. “that’s… right there,” he said, and pointed.

“yes,” i agreed, taking another mouthful of bar nuts.

“we can see it,” the taxista said.

“yes,” i agreed again. “would you like some bar nuts?”

“….no,” the taxista said, and pulled forward toward my apartment, glancing nervously back at the chipmonked motherfucker doublefisting bar nuts and dessert wine in the back of his cab on a tuesday.

“DID YOU KNOW,” i said, “I AM NOT AT ALL SWEDISH?”

“okay,” the taxista said. “we’re here.”

i don’t remember what happened after that, but in the morning i woke up to the following three surprises:

  1. the tinto de verano was nowhere to be found. nowhere. did i give it to the taxista???? did i leave it on the stairs???? HAD THERE EVER BEEN A BOTTLE AT ALL???? WHO PUT SEVEN LEMONS IN MY FRIDGE?
  2. i was wearing socks on my hands.
  3. i woke up to bryan’s brother and his three friends asking loudly, “why the hell are there nuts everywhere?”

“NO REASON,” i said.

dancing in a snow globe | shawn mendes

AKA THE SEQUEL TO “POEMS I WOULD WRITE YOU”

AKA COLLEGE!SHAWN PART TWO

MY MASTERLIST

word count: 10,143 (you didn’t think it was possible for this to be longer than the last one, did you?)

author’s note: thank you all SO, SO MUCH for all your feedback on part one (which you should probably read before you start this, and you can find it HERE). this second part covers sophomore year, and it’s a bit more nsfw so, like, don’t read this at work or your grandmother’s house, ya feel? i’m dedicating it to emily aka @saysweartogod bc she’s been my main cheerleader and literally revived herself from the dead to tell me to finish this. title comes from “you are in love” by taylor swift. enjoy xo


Your name: submit What is this?

i.

It had always been strange to you that time never felt consistent. One second could feel as though it stretched out into several eons, but three months could be compressed into one blink. As your freshman year of college ended, you felt like you weren’t looking around enough to notice the changes: the trees becoming lush with green leaves again, sweatshirts becoming t-shirts becoming tank tops, your boyfriend becoming more open, more kindhearted, more incredible with each passing day.

As your sophomore year progressed, you learned two things:

  1. You were in love, and
  2. You had no idea what to do about it.

But let’s start a bit before that.

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SugarDaddy!Cal Pt. 5

A/N: I was gonna update yesterday, but yanno school is stressful yet a top priority. I don’t have much to say, but I'm glad you all like the last part and I’m thankful for all of the nice feedback in my dms. (You get to learn a small ounce about my childhood you guys lmao) I hope you guys enjoy part 5 and remember as always I need 100 notes to release part 6💕

I coulda ended it better too, sorry bout that. It’s past two in the morning on a school night and I ran out of ideas…

**WARNING**: Slight smut, not much though


One/ Two/ Three/ Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight/
Nine/Ten/Eleven/Twelve/Thirteen/Fourteen/Fifteen
Sixteen/ Seventeen/ Eighteen/ Nineteen/Twenty{END}


“Y/N…” Calum grumbled, flipping onto his side to see you better and rubbing his eyes tiredly.

“Hmm?”

“Do you think fish go to heaven?”

You couldn’t help but to snort as the sleepy boy asked the question. You were currently in his bed and watching Law&Order SVU on Netflix as he struggled to stay awake. He had called you over an hour or two ago because he was bored out of his mind and now it was just a little past two in the morning. You were hesitant at coming over at first, not wanting to be seen by his roommate, but he convinced you his friend was heavily sleeping since it was so late at night. You also gave into coming over because you hadn’t seen him in almost a week and missed his scent and cheeky smile.

“Seriously.”

“I’m pretty sure they do, Calum, why?”

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Cuddles (Mute!Calum)

Summary: Basically cute mute!calum showering you w love (I cri I cri)

Word Count: 2.1k

Requested? Yes!!

A/N: The beginning is a tad weak (and the tensing is a lil weird) so please keep reading until after the flashback because that’s when the cuddly cuteness happens :-))

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When you’d first filled out the application for a room in an apartment with a boy called Calum you’d thought nothing of it; judging by the brief description he gave of himself he sounded very nice. He’d been away when you’d moved in, gone away for a visit home, so you’d settled yourself in. He- or rather, you, had a lovely apartment; large glass panes overlooking the city, polished countertops and a furry carpet spread across the floor. It was all you could’ve asked for and more.

The first time you met him you weren’t prepared for visitors. It’d been a long day at uni consisting of a few tests and the moment you got back home you’d hit the showers and changed into some baggy clothes. When the door swung open you’d been watching a rom-com, a spoon full of ice cream halfway to your mouth.

“Hello?” At the words of an unknown stranger you’d turned around, the tub of ice cream clutched between your fingers as a numbing fear filled you. 

“Um..hey?” You’d peered around to see two silhouettes, dark shadows contrasting against the light streaming from the doorway. One came forward first, your eyes instantly being drawn towards his brightly coloured hair.

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Nemesis Mine

HEY GUESS WHAT I’m writing a chaptered fic. It’s gonna have around 15 chapters and I’ll try to update daily for @snowbaz-feda​ (try being the operative word)

Superhero/university alter-ego AU

Warnings: mild violence (turns out I’m pretty shit at writing fight scenes tho)


Chapter 1. Simon.

I want to fly away, and save us both the trouble.

‘Are you going to run?’ he sneers. ‘Go on, Snow. Go home.’

‘No,’ I growl, rushing at him, my outstretched wings catching the fading sunlight, bathing him in a strange red glow. Basilton Pitch, my arch-nemesis dressed all in black, stands on the ground in fighting stance, ready for me. He’s always ready.

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Can't Fight This Feeling

This is based off this request by @tiny1hallie​.


Aelin was woken by an incessant knocking on her bedroom door.

She groaned, mumbling something incoherent into her pillow before closing her eyes again. The knocking started again, louder this time, and Aelin swore to herself before sitting up, her aching muscles protesting at the movement. She had been on her feet all day yesterday, and she was exhausted. It also didn’t help that she’d been up late reading, her book too good to put down.

She was going to kill whoever was on the other side of that door.

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theactualmedusa  asked:

Can you pretty please write a PJO Hogwarts AU? And can I choose the houses? I'm going to list my house choices but you of course do not have to stick with them. Nico: Slytherin Percy: Gryffindor Jason: Gryffindor Reyna: Slytherin Hazel: Hufflepuff Frank: Hufflepuff Will: Hufflepuff Annabeth: Ravenclaw Piper: (I honestly don't know. You choose) Leo: Gryffindor And solangelo of course. Please? *puppy dog eyes*

Your wish has been granted in the middle of me studying for my exams.

(This will also be posted on my AO3)


“Ugh, this tie sucks,” Nico groaned, looking over at his two roommates, Reyna and Piper. They had, after talking to the headmaster, been allowed to share a room. Nico felt very uncomfortable with the other boys (mainly because they thought he was a freak) and his only friends from the house were Reyna and Piper. So, now, in their fifth year, they got the permission to share a dorm.

Reyna looked up. “It looks good on you, Nico. You’re way better than me at tying them, that’s for sure.”

“You guys, if we don’t get going soon, there’s no chance we’ll be able to eat breakfast before our first class,” Piper said from the door, eyeing her two roommates, one of which was straightening out their tie and the other one looking for their shoes. Her expression changed from a serious one to a wide grin. “And besides, there’s always something you can look at in the Great Hall, isn’t there?”

Nico scoffed, but couldn’t stop the faintest blush to spread over his pale cheeks. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Reyna adopted the same grin as Piper as she pulled on her shoes, having finally found them under her dresser. “Suuure, so there isn’t a certain Hufflepuff you have your eyes on?”

“No. Leave me alone.” And with that, Nico marched out of their room, past Piper and out of the Slytherin Common Room.

As he made his way towards the Great Hall alone, he let his thoughts wander. How dare they assume that he liked anyone in Hufflepuff? Well, of course he liked someone there - his sister Hazel and her boyfriend Frank - but that wasn’t important right now. He did not have a crush on anyone. Not since the admire-crush thing he had on one of his friends in second grade. He was done with romance already. No one would want a freak who happened to think that necromancy was cool. Especially not perfect blond guys with the bluest eyes in the world that helped out in the hosp- no, he was not going there with his thoughts. Not now.

He walked into the Great Hall and started to look for his friends. After each Welcome-back-to-school party, the house tables got switched out with smaller tables so that the students could sit with whoever they wanted to. Nico, with his ‘friend’ group being spread across all the houses, this was definitely an advantage for them.

At one of the tables close to the left wall, he saw Percy sitting with Annabeth and Leo and he started to walk towards them, also minding the tables around them to see who sat there.

“Hey, Nico,” Percy greeted him as he sat down and got a glass of apple juice, not really having much of an appetite like usual.

“Hey,” Nico mumbled. Then he noticed the faint bags under his friend’s eyes. “Wait, you actually stayed up last night and got your homework done? Since when?”

“Since Annabeth forced me to. We stayed in the library until it closed and then we went to her common room. I fell asleep after 11:30.” He ended his explanation with a big yawn. “And I’m not happy about it.”

Reyna and Piper joined them, followed by Hazel, Frank and Jason. “Of course you’re not. You don’t like homework,” Reyna said before focusing his attention on Nico. “You have to eat. Remember the last time you ‘forgot’ to eat both dinner and breakfast in a row?”

Nico grimaced. He had passed out in the hallway and been brought to the hospital wing where he woke up to find a student looking after him rather than Madam Pomfrey. That was an experience he would rather not repeat again, so he helped himself to a small bowl of cereal. “Happy?”

“Very,” a familiar voice said behind him. Nico turned around and almost knocked his goblet over, glaring at the person standing behind him. Of course it was him. Will Solace. The boy who had taken care of him in the hospital wing more times that he liked to admit.

“You really have to eat breakfast Nico, or else you’ll pass out again. You’re already almost too skinny and you really don’t need to drop any more weight,” Will said, looking down at him.

Nico sent a death glare back in return. “I didn’t ask for you to stick your nose into my friend’s conversation.”

Will crossed his arms. “Well, I didn’t ask for you to be such an idiot about your health either, but funnily you are one anyways.”

The Seven and Reyna watched as Will and Nico continued to bicker, eventually drawing the attention of the people sitting at nearby tables as well. They all could feel the thick sexual tension between the boys and a couple girls sitting at almost the other end of the hall yelled, “Can you two just kiss and get over it?”

Nico’s head whipped up to glare at the yeller before stomping out of the Great Hall with a dark blush covering his face and shadows making a small trail behind him.

Will looked after him with an equally dark blush before joining his friends at some other table.

Later, when the Hufflepuffs and Slytherins had Herbology together, Nico avoided Will at all costs. He couldn’t have a crush on the stupid blond. Not after Percy. No. Nope. Nix. Nada. He was done with romance and Will probably couldn’t stand him. He was just a creepy freak that had always been able to manipulate shadows, bones and ghosts to some degree. It was connected to dark magic in people’s minds and many stayed away from him. Not that he minded, people just wasn’t his thing. Period.

Problem was, Will didn’t seem to want to avoid Nico. No, that idiot walked up to where Nico was working with Hazel and asked if they could talk privately after the class was over. Nico reluctantly agreed, even if he knew Will was just going to make fun of him and his sexuality. But deep inside, Nico knew that Will wasn’t the type of person to do that. So why the heck did he want to talk to Nico then?

anonymous asked:

DID YOU SEE THAT TAEJIN MOMENT IN BTS RUN? ASJFGJG or maybe I'm imagine things but it's seems like Tae was going to put his arm in Seokjin shoulders.

Hey there ‘ASJFGJG’ anon,

You are not imagining things. Oh boy, Taehyung wastes no time in using the scary moment and the cozy darkness to his own romantic benefit! Now we know he is that type of boy LOL!

J-Hope walking with the dead out there and V was already making the best of the situation with his scared Prince Jin in like nanoseconds.

Like notice that he was already embracing Jin cause just before they all realise there was something going on out there, Jin was talking to Suga, smiling, back all leaning against V’s shoulder comfortably. Taehyung was arranging something in the south area (LOL) and the noise interrupts his ‘couple on a scary movie date’ moment. 

When Jin got up, he lost the balance of his torso cause his arm was totally supported on Jin. Perhaps he thought he’d have some extra time to hug his Jinnie while the production was filming J-Hope outside. But Jin is just too scared to go for warm embraces in the middle of the zombie apocalypse!

And here are some of my highlights of this incredible episode.

1. TAEJIN (feat. Jimin Third Wheeling) and Sope. Just really cute on their spooky midnight date. They all look like school kids going on a field trip! The geeks in the front, the prom kings in the middle and the dangerous ones on the back. And to think Rapmon is in fact one of the rebels, I feel cheated!

2. Our VV was moody and tired. They are in the middle of their promo, I’m pretty sure he wanted to be home getting some beauty sleep or sleeping with his beauty Jin, instead of fighting zombies. 

3. The clever product placement. You know our brain assimilates and attribute value to more things when we are scared? Now I want BT21 hoodies and tees. Bravo marketing team, bravo!

4. SOPE was goals. I love Sope and they never disappoint me. I found extremely cute the fact it is actually J-Hope who, despite of being a really scared fox, takes care of an even more hysterical Suga! On the bus was holding him protectively, and when he got back on the bus and threw himself on top of Taejin, Suga was superfast in grabbing him by the wrist. They are too precious and need to be protected, literally!

5. Taejin forgets everybody exists. It’s a Taejin thing to talk to ‘everybody’ but really just talk to each other and get lost on their mutual beauty. 

6. BigHit’s Golden Goose gets a correct image push. Placed together as a team, they go for a bro’hug to celebrate cause these 2 do play games together often. This could be a perfect opportunity to see a V’kook brotherhood working wonders with the merchandising placement if only V wasn’t so down and Kookie so tired. 

7. Suga is MVP. Who knew it would only take the dead to bring Suga to life! I’m absolutely obsessed with his hilarious reactions! Like look at that little scared kitten, so adorbs!

8. SIN, a Scooby-Doo episode. HAHA Suga and Jin were absolutely insane. I mean how can they survive being roommates if they are so scared! I truly cannot see who is the most scared cat on Sin. And when they disguise themselves as Zombies, hahaha OMG what were they thinking? Making Scooby + Shaggy proud!

9. Jimin + J-Hope are Daphne + Velma. Jimin was also hilarious! He was loud and so nervous. Life improvement is screaming Hobi throwing himself at the wall! It was the perfect pairing cause they simply could not even process the scenario let alone find a way to escape.

10. Mission Impossible Kookie. A fearless baby hero.

11. This round specs nerd. How?

12. This other guy. No words…

13. Jin saves Jimin. HAHA the Jinaerobics to save Jimin! 

14. The zombie is all of us. Jin introducing himself as Worldwide Handsome to the zombie girl and she representing all of us with this look.

15. Jin wins! YES my precious, talented, funny, dripping in sweat and worldwide handsomeness Jin, he won! I get so happy when Jin wins cause he is the best truffle in the universe and he deserves WINNING, always. And the fact he un-freezed BTS the most, a true hero! But in all seriousness, he was so down on the last episode of Run, I think my Jinnie deserves to shine now. 

BONUS: JEALOUS V!

Just a quick observation regarding Taehyung being moody that you can all try to see for yourselves when you re-watch Run. When they all got out, he was observing Jin’s every move, slightly ya know annoyed. I think because he was previously moody for some other reason, perhaps all the Scooby-Doo fun Jin had on The Secret Mission, without him being involved bothered him more than we have all expected. 

Notice his body language when he waits for Jin to come out of the mission, how he looks annoyed and yet vigilant of Jin’s whereabouts. And when Jin is happily describing his adventure he cannot help but circle Sin like a hawk. After that his body posture gets tense and he crosses his arms which means resentment for Jin’s excitement. 

Also you don’t even have to be an expert in human behaviour to read his face.

Soon after they do the tickets count he teases Jin directly, saying his team has found more tickets than Team B. It’s just a tiny bit more salty and bitter than necessary, clearly with a pinch of jealousy. And there you have it, Jealous V is showing his possessive claws on the extra display of Yoon’jin scary fun.

After that passive aggressive answer, Jin realised what was happening, his reaction was responsive to V’s mood. We rarely see Jin distressed, but here he looks very much done with it. As I said on several Jealous V analysis, I think these two have a bit of a complicated situation regarding Taehyung’s possessiveness and it’s not something that will change soon.

A lot of people ask me why Taehyung is so possessive and why Jin makes him so jealous when he interacts with virtually any human being. Some people say this is really unfair with Jin and others say Jin doesn’t pay enough attention to Taehyung. I wanna say, even if we always joke about how cute is Jealous V and so on, I’m not here to judge his reasons for being possessive. My focus is to analyse the situation and not really pick sides on this cause jealousy and relationships in general depend on various factors that only the pair in question understand. Only Jin and Taehyung know the how their dynamics works, so my part is just pointing out what is there to see without picking sides. 

What I do know it that where there is possessiveness, there is always extreme affection. Possessiveness is a primal emotion within the human being develops since birth, it’s the demand for attention from the unique source of love and nurture in order to survive. When we grow up, it’s natural when that feeling evolves to our romantic partners or to people we feel are our source of emotional nurture and love. Whatever is the nature of Taejin’s relationship, Taehyung’s behaviour says that Jin might be that emotional source of love for him.   

So to answer you anon, I absolutely loved this episode. Halloween is so cool, scary zombies are awesome, I’ll spend money I don’t have on merch I now really need, Suga was MVP, Jealous V, Jin won! Plus we got a Taehyung low-key playing the naughty boyfriend going for a make-out session on the scary movie moment that was a cherry on top of this delicious pumpkin cake. 

Tks for your ask.

Lots of love.

a-bunch-of-garbage  asked:

we walk past it every day, my roommate and i. "it's a dog," she says, every day without fail, every time we pass. "It's always a dog," i say once, when i'm tired and running on nothing but 3 cups of coffee for the third day in a row. "is it?" she says, seriously, looking at it out of the corner of her eye. i rolled my eyes, i remember, and walked ahead of her. one day there's an upperclassman walking by, and he hears her, stops. "is it?" he asks. slowly, carefully, she echoes, "is it?" (1/?)

he grins, too tired and too sharp. “it’s THE dog,” he says, almost a warning. my roommate blinks and looks at it sidelong and says, very carefully, very deliberately, “can i feed it?” i’m tapping my foot but she loves animals and hates it when i leave her, so i wait, and the upperclassman now just looks tired, sharp edges worn down, grin still pasted on. “it’ll follow you for a bit if you do, and then it’ll want more; it won’t leave you alone, but you can if you want.” (2/?)

my roommate squints at it, directly this time. “is it dangerous? she asks, clearly considering it, of course, and the upperclassman snorts. "of course,” she says sagely, as if he gave an actual answer. “what does it like?” the upperclassman shifts, eyes darting around. it’s just talking about a dumb dog, but he’s looking like he’s spilling national secrets. “it’s a guard dog,” he says, quietly, finally. “a stray. it’ll take whatever, but remember, it will want more.” (3/?)

my roommate grins and says thank you and pulls me away, like i was the one holding us up, and i huff. “what was that about?” she hums, glances at me, looks away. “i like dogs,” she says, “and i’ve been tired, you know, like i’ve been telling you- things moving outside at night. maybe a puppy will make me feel better, chase things away, if i feed it.” “feed it what,” i snort, “ramen?” she sighs. “maybe my tiredness,” she says, laughingly, and i look at the circles haunting her eyes. (4/?)            

“maybe,” i say, and i thought that was the end of it. but a week afterwards, she stops by the dog, tells me to go on ahead, and then there it is, suddenly, trailing at her heels. and she does seem happier, for a while, working busily, no longer so watchful, not seeming to need sleep- but then she collapses, one morning gets up white-faced the next. “i have to feed the dog,” she says desperately, and she goes, runs too fast for me to keep up, and she doesn’t come back.(5/5 sorry it’s so long lol)             


There is always, always a price, and it will always, always be higher than you want to pay.

Libraries and Piragua (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: You were sexiled by your roommate on a day that you’d kill just to collapse into bed. You end up passing time with someone that makes your day end on a high note.

Word Count: 1,340

Warnings: Aimless plot, mentions of sex (nothing graphic), cussing, mentions of death (but character death like Abuela Claudia’s death in ITH mentioned is what I’m saying)

A/N: College AUs are my weakness, this is a demonstration of my knack for tying In The Heights into literally anything (and making my Classical Tradition professor proud with my Sophocles reference). Also, I am obsessed with the way Lin’s eyes are so expressive and was forced to take out approximately 1,000 references to them from this fic during proofreading.
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“Please [Y/N]? You owe me from that time you broke the coffee machine, [Y/N].” you muttered, mocking your roommate’s pleas as you trudged across campus to the library. You planned on mocking your own stupidity for agreeing to her request once you were done being annoyed with her. She had to pick the one day you ended up having a terrible, rushing-everywhere, everything-goes-wrong kind of day to seal the deal with the guy she’s been pining over for months. 

You yanked open the door to the library with an unnecessary amount of force before you stalked inside. You made it upstairs, appreciative of the near empty scene. There was only a few people scattered among the tables or computers along the wall. At least you knew you’d be left alone with your bitterness. 

You pulled out a chair to toss your bag onto before shedding your jacket. Once you got settled in, you pulled out your headphones and laptop. You popped in one headphone and scanned your library looking for a song that might ease your exasperation. Once you had it playing you pulled out your textbook and leafed through it, debating whether you wanted to be productive or not. You settled on not and shoved it away before pulling your laptop closer. With your one free ear you heard a chuckle and you internally sighed before turning to find its source. The table to your right had a boy who was looking at you amused. You wondered if the dark circles under his eyes meant he was as exhausted as you were.

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anonymous asked:

Can you imagine Isak's face when he finds out about Evan's mums?Something like when Evan opened his locker in that iconic way.And maybe Evan didn't tell him, bc why it's completly normal and ok(and he's kind of bitch and loves teasing him)and when he brings him to a family dinner two sweet women rushed to hug Isak and give him kiss on cheek for greeting and Isak has that"what's happening"face( same when Evan kissed him after meeting the boy squad and "u r so hot Isak" sentence)&Evan is laughing

ok so, i lied. i made this into a (sort of?) fic. so, here’s 3k words of isak finding out even has two moms. i’m sorry.


Isak is maybe, possibly freaking out. Just a little bit. Not actual, full on anxiety that makes him feel like his heart is beating as fast as a hummingbird’s, but. He’s getting there.

Even had said it so naturally too, just what do you say we drop by tomorrow?, and he had actually looked kind of nervous, to his credit, but more about Isak’s answer than actually having him meet his fucking parents.

And of course it’s easy for Even, Isak has never once seen him uncomfortable in a social situation. Even when they were standing in the tram, stealing little glances at each other and smiling nervously, Isak too fucking shy around Even to say anything, Even had managed to smooth his way through it, awesome conversation, though. So it’s understandable he’s not nervous about hanging out with three people he loves. But Isak, he can’t even have lunch with his own parents without feeling incredibly uncomfortable, let alone his boyfriend’s. What would he even say? Hello, Mr and Mrs Næsheim, I sucked your son off in the shower the other day, congrats on the genes!

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einzweidreivier  asked:

Hey what part of co are you from I just moved to western slope area, my roommate says it's bear and cougar country so I'm a bit nervous about nighttime lol

I’m living in Durango right now!  And yes, you are in bear/cougar country. So this essay’s going to sound real scary but consider: I’ve lived in CO for… 13 years now, and have seen exactly One(1) bear and evidence of a Cougar Once.  I’ve also never been attacked or even severely harassed by an animal, so this is mostly In Case of Emergency Advice.

THE  MOST IMPORTANT THINGS:

1. ALWAYS BE AWARE OF YOUR SURROUNDINGS.  Really, traffic is going to be more dangerous, but being as aware as possible will help you more than anything else.  You know that thing you’re supposed to do when driving where you check all your mirrors every so often?  Do that while walking. Look up, to either side, down and behind you every so often.  Keep your ears open and if you think you hear something, stop and listen for a bit.  Take some deep breaths, and smell the air around you.

This is good for both your safety AND for enjoying the lovely country we have out here.  Once you get used to looking around, its really nice all the cool things you can discover!

2. DON’T PANIC.  Douglas Addams was spot-on with is advice.  if you do encounter something Dangerous, remain calm.  Odds are that if you hold still and just watch, it’ll keep going about its business and leave you alone. 

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OK, now for bears and cougars:

1.  Cougars are really shy and almost never confront humans (the last fatal cougar attack was in 1997, so literally 20 years ago), but if you’re hiking in the back country and suddenly smell cat pee, TURN RIGHT THE FUCK AROUND and walk back the way you came.  Fresh piss means it’s in the area, and running makes you look like food.

2.  Bears also, tend to stay away from people, EXCEPT:  in March and September-October, bears get stupid hungry and go looking for food in all kinds of places.  Never leave pet food outside, and if you compost, stop during those months.  The bear that broke into my house did so under extenuating circumstances- there had just been a large wildfire that summer so he got pushed out of his usual foraging area.

3.  In general, you’re MOST likely to encounter bear and cougar in the far back country.  If you plan on doing back country hiking, wear LOTS of bug spray and bear-bells.  as long as you stink and make noise, they’ll sense you coming and leave you alone.  You can also sing!

4. if you DO encounter one either 1. Go back inside and call the Department of Wildlife, or if you’re not near a building, 2. Scream, make yourself look as big as possible and throw rocks or sticks at it.  99.99% of the time, that will scare it shitless and it will run off.

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OK, now for the animals you ACTUALLY are likely to encounter:

COYOTES: Urbanized, come out at night and from January-late March, they’re all hyped up on sex hormones and can get super-aggressive, triple especially if you have a dog with you.  Carry mace, and if you see them, follow the Screaming-Shit-Throwing Maniac Model stated above.

TICKS:  we have brown dog ticks here that carry Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever, and Deer ticks that carry Lyme disease.  if you’re in urban/suburban areas, they’re less of an issue, but if you go into the back country, do not skimp on the DEET (follow instructions carefully tho!) , tuck your pants into your socks and have a friend check you when you get home.  if you find one, make sure you remove the whole thing, keep the body sealed in some tape and get tested ASAP.

MOOSE, ELK AND DEER:  I’m not sure how far north you are, but the most dangerous wild animal in CO is Moose.  Really. Stay on designated trails and out of the back country from October-November to avoid rut, and exercise caution in spring when calving happens.  Do not approach, and if they put their heads down while Facing you, they are going to charge your best bet is to book it sideways and climb up a rock or large tree.

Deer and Elk tend to be less moody, but are still unpredictable, especially if they’ve become acclimated to humans, and during rut October-November.  Keep your distance, and if they’re on the move, give them the right-of-way. DO NOT attempt to feed or pet.

RATTLESNAKES: Mostly an issue in the southern half of the state.  They mostly want to be left alone and come with their own alarm system!  Though they sound less like maraccas and more like a vibrator set on high.  Stay ON the trail and OUT of tall grass from March-October, and you will very probably never see one.  If you DO see one, wait for it to leave or walk a good six feet around it.  they can only strike in a distance of 3-4 feet, so stay away and you’ll be fine!

If you do get bit, stay calm, sit down, call 911 and take off any rings, jewelry etc. that may get stuck if your extremities start to swell.  Let the wound bleed freely for a minute before cleaning.  About 8000 people get bit every year in the US, but only 8 die of it, mostly from not calling for help. 

LIGHTNING: not an animal, but the Most Dangerous Thing in CO after humans and cars.  If you can hear thunder, you are within striking distance and need to take cover.  Get inside a building or car if you can. If you can’t, squat down to keep your head low, and touch the ground as little as possible, and wait for it to pass.  DO NOT try to hide under trees, which tend to explode when struck.

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So that probably sounded awful, but I promise that your chances of actually getting in a dangerous situation are very low as long as you stay alert and calm.

Happy hiking!

leoisabadman  asked:

I'm planning on moving in with a good friend. I've never had to deal with everything myself before. I'd like some advice. Preferably about the things others might not think to bring up. Thank you for your time.

Some General Roommate Tips

1. Responsibility. It’s super important for both you and your friend to share responsibility in terms of your apartment-related bills. Both of your names should go on the lease, this way you are equally responsible for the apartment’s rental payments and general well being. You may not be able to put two names on your electric or internet/cable company accounts, so one of you should make an account for electric and the other for cable. Split everything equally and do not allow your friendship to interfere with this.

2. Fighting. It doesn’t matter if you’re sleeping together or complete strangers- you will fight. The most important part of any fight is both parties coming to a compromise and admitting wrong doing. Under no circumstance should you allow fights to last longer than a day, a few hours if possible. Allow yourself and your friend to cool off, and then come together to reconcile. Also try not to fight after ten o’clock at night, a tired fight is the worst type of fight you can possibly have- you will say things that you don’t mean and they will hurt. If you’re starting to fight late at night, go to bed ASAP.

3. Personal space. Personal space is key to having a successful roommate living situation! Make sure that both of you have a door that you can close and a room that is strictly your own, a space that you alone can customize and work with. In turn, respect your roommate’s space and do not under any circumstance go into their room and touch their things.

4. Friendship. In my experience, friends who become roommates tend to get along better than strangers who become roommates. While not every situation can be like Ted and Marshall from HIMYM, you are choosing to move in with somebody that you jive with. This doesn’t mean that the pair of you need to hang out 24/7 or always have something planned. This just means that hopefully the fights and issues that arise will be easier to solve. 

These Are Not Your Responsibility

1. Walking your roommate’s dog.

2. Driving your roommate to their job.

3. Cleaning up after your roommate’s friends.

4. Telling your roommate’s girlfriend that he’s cheating on her.

5. Lying for your roommate.

6. Spotting your roommate for rent or grocery money.

7. Waiting around for your roommate’s package (unless you’re home already).

8. Housing your roommate’s friend or SO on your couch for three weeks (if they’re not paying rent they shouldn’t be living in your home).

9. Your roommate’s academic record.

10. Your roommate’s mental state.

Things That Are Your Responsibility

1. Communicating with your roommate.

2. Paying your half of the expenses.

3. Washing your dishes instead of cluttering up the sink.

4. Cleaning your hair out of the sink drain.

5. Taking care of your mental state.

6. Respecting your roommate’s privacy unless there’s an absolute emergency.

7. Giving your roommate any mail or phone messages in a timely manner.

8. Treating any pets your roommate may have with kindness and respect (no matter how deplorable the animal may be).

9. Consulting with your roommate about any major renovation or financial changes in the apartment.

10. Asking your roommate if it’s okay for your drunk friend to crash on the couch.

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Alex Hogh / OFC.

Part 1/???

Part 2

(probably not more than 10-11)

Summary: Ivy works on the make up/fx department for Vikings. She’s going through a breakup and sleeping on the couch with her colleagues because her ex-girlfriend throw her out of their shared apartment, then Alex came to the rescue.

Disclaimer: This is Alex the character, the persona we know through social media and pretty much speculation and I’m fucking infuriated with him. Hence, fantasy meets writing. (also let me live, I’m lonely)

Warnings: None, little bit of fluff.

Originally posted by dailyalexhogh


Ivy sat down on the edge of the couch, playing with the loose string of her sweater as her girlfriend of four years keeps berating her like she was some kid, she’s twenty six. It wasn’t just that, the constant jealousy fits that she had, questioning Ivy’s sexuality, she was bisexual and her girlfriend lesbian.

‘We can’t do this anymore, Dominic.’ She cut off her girlfriend’s rant. ‘I am so tired, this shit it’s been going on for too long and I endured it. You’re angry all the time, doubting every move I make when I never, even give you a reason.’

Ivy rubbed her face with both hands, trying to get herself to say what she’s been thinking for a while now.

‘I don’t want to keep living like this, I hate it.’

Dominic scoff at her, shaking her head almost looking at her with disgust.

‘You’re breaking up with me, you?’ She asked, the nastiness of her tone make Ivy’s skin crawl.

‘Yes, I am.’ Ivy nod looking down, not really wanting to see that look.

Her girlfriend, ex girlfriend now, stopped pacing and stood in front of her and an accusatory finger poked her on her shoulder, making her roll her eyes.

‘You’re seeing someone else, some bitch or some guy since you can’t make up your fucking mind—’

‘Fuck you,’ Ivy spat, tired: at her stupid shit. ‘I’m out, we’re fucking done. You keep the apartment, I’ll get my shit and get out’

Of course, that didn’t end like that. Dominic, extra as she was make a scene, shouted some more, throw her some stuff and finally Ivy ended up crashing on the couch of some girl from the makeup department.

It’s been around two weeks, two weeks of peace of mind but her back was almost on breaking point for sleeping on the couch. She groaned as she pushed her fingers to her back, standing on location freezing cold also didn’t help.

‘I love my job, it’s great. I love it,’ She repeated as a mantra while massaging the knots on her back. She saw Georgia approaching with one of the set assistants for a re-touch between scenes, Ivy liked her, the girl was the definition of sweetheart.

‘Are you okay, love?’ Georgia asked putting a hand on her back, Ivy just groaned and shake her head.

‘My back it’s literally killing me,’ She answered as the blonde girl sat down in the fold up chair on the little tent that provided some kind of shelter for the wind, favorite hang out stop for some of the talent. ‘I love Kim, she’s great for letting me crash on her couch. But it’s such a piece of shit couch.’ They both laughed as she applied some more blood on the side of the mouth.

‘You haven’t found a flat yet?’

‘I haven’t had the time to even look, I’ve pulling twelve hours the last two weeks since I’ve evicted myself from my own apartment.’ Ivy joked making Georgia giggle.

‘I’ve love for you to come with us but there’s literally no room left also.’

‘It’s okay, Gee.’ Ivy grabbed another little bottle that had blood more liquid than the one she used before and pour a little on a disposable cup. ‘This is for before the scene and now wet your lips with this, for the effect.’

‘Oh,’ Georgia grabbed the cup and give it a taste, eyebrows almost hitting her hairline at the taste. ‘Ah, it’s finally tasty!’

‘What’s finally tasty?’ Alex interrupted making his way to his usual chair besides Georgia, he was always between takes on this tent with Ivy, goofing around, talking, eating or just sleeping.

‘I got new blood, it’s better than the other you all guys freaking hated.’ Ivy explained and give the extra cup to her assistant and they rushed outside again, leaving them alone. ‘What you doing here?’

‘Came to see my favorite girl on set and I’m also hungry as fuck, you have no idea.’ Alex smiled and started digging on her bag, knowing that she always had some food stashed there for him.

‘Yeah, your favorite cause I give you food,’ She teased him and swat at his hand and she pulled a little container with some cookies.

‘You’re the best, I swear-’ He open it and dig in, putting an entire cookie on his mouth, making her smile and went about her things and also the pain on her back was bothering her.

‘Feeling the old age, already?’ He teased her, Ivy throw him a balled up napkin and smiled, seating on the chair next to Alex and grabbed a cookie for herself.

‘Feeling the spring of the couch, that’s what I’m feeling.’ She slouch on the chair, enjoying the few minutes of resting before going back to work.

Alex almost jumped out of his seat. ‘You haven’t found a place yet?’

‘Nope,’

‘Why you didn’t tell me?’ He spoke with his mouth full spitting some crumble cookie as she cleaned it out from his costume with her hand.

‘Cause I—’

‘There’s an empty room at my place, Marco uses it when he’s too fucked up to go to the his but, fuck Marco, come live with me.’ Alex quickly offer thriving on how her cute face light up at the offer.

‘Are you serious?’ She asked, hopeful at the thought of a real bed.

‘Yes!, we’ll be best roommates and braid each other’s hair, you know the usual’ Alex laughed fucking around as she swat on his shoulder. “Jokes aside, yes Ivy. There’s plenty of room and we get along, you’re nice to look at and you’ll woke me up in the morning.’ He shrugged trying to look uninterested but failing at the smile tugging his lips.

‘For real?’ She asked again and he nod enthusiastically.

‘Yes!.’

‘Alright, I’ll pick up my shit and then head off to your place.’ Ivy happily planned and grab Alex by his arm to hug him, almost smothering making him laugh nervously.

Alex laughed forgetting the cookies as he pulled her for a real hug, that linger for a little bit because he didn’t want to let her go. Because, he had been crushing on her for the past few months.

Alex helped up with her suitcase up to her new bedroom just a step away from his.

‘—And this is your bed.’ He said pointing at the bed and Ivy was looking at him, since they entered the apartment he had been pointing up everything trying to be funny.

‘Don’t you say, Alex. This is the bed? Oh boy, I thought this was the bed.’ Ivy was pointing at the little nightstand as he was laughing at her sarcasm.

She throw her things on the bed and guided Alex put with her hands his shoulders as he kept laughing.

‘Let’s go out?, I need a beer or something.’ Ivy proposed and Alex quickly agreed.

‘Yeah, sure. Wanna hang out with the crew?, I can call Jordan and Sophie. We could do something,’ Alex shrugged as they make their way to the kitchen.

‘Yeah, that sounds cool.’ Ivy pulled the hair band from her ponytail and the perfume of her shampoo hit Alex, making him bit his bottom lip, this was one of his weaknesses. ‘But first, I need to take a shower then will go.’

‘Take your time.’ Alex said as he chugged down a glass of water, looking her go and she turned around on the door.

‘Hey Alex,’ She called and he looked up. ‘Thank you, for letting me stay here. For everything.’

He gave her a toothy smile and nodded taking a deep breath, controlling his eagerness to tell her more.

‘You’re my friend, Ivy. Really, it’s nothing. I’m probably more excited to have you here than you living with me.’ He confessed and quickly hide it a with laugher, thinking that he had maybe said a little too much. She just laugh and went about to do her things.

Alex sighed as he rubbed his face, taking out his cellphone he needed to talk someone about it, thinking that the one that probably understood was Jordan.

Like he was reading his mind, his phone ring to life and it was, indeed, Jordan.

‘Hey, man. What’s up?’ Alex greeted him, eyes closed as he lean on the counter.

‘Is it true?, Ivy’s living with you?’

Alex sign again ‘Yeah, she’s taking a shower now asked me if you guys wanted to hang out.’

‘Man, weren’t you crushing on her pretty hard last time I saw you, witch it’s today by the way.”

‘Yeah, she didn’t have a place—

“I know, it’s cool that you helped her. Alex, look man, this could be messy.”

‘I won’t try nothing, man. She just got out of a relationship that was messy as hell. I know that, I’ll just… I’ll be here for her.’ Alex almost whispered as he turn his back to the kitchen door, hoping that Ivy couldn’t hear. ‘I’ll just work through it.’

‘Alright, mate. Hey, we’re heading out to that bar a couple of block from your place, meet us there with your girl, eh? Will grab a couple of Guinness play some pool. What you say?’Ivy wasn’t a fancy dresser, she liked simply looking things. That didn’t mean that she didn’t enjoy a dress and heels from time to time, but today wasn’t the day. Sneakers, black skinny jeans a white basic shirt half tucked into her jeans.

‘That shower, the history dudes knows how to pick their apartments.’ She said walking into the living room where Alex was on the couch waiting for her, cellphone on hand checking Instagram.

‘Smile, roommate.’ He smiled looking at her through the screen of his cell phone. ‘Say hi’

Ivy grimaced looking at the cellphone and wave her hand, making Alex laugh as he posted the little insta history.

Her own phone sounded with the notification as Alex pocketed his and stand up, giving her a once over.

‘I ain’t changing.’ She pointed a finger at him and Alex gasped.

‘I was going to tell you that there’s nothing that could opaque your natural beauty.’ He put his hands up making her smile.

‘Of course not, man. What you talking about?, all of this,’ She pointed at her body. ‘Genetics.’ Ivy snort and pushed him jokingly sitting besides him on the couch. ‘So, what Jordan said?’

When Jordan and Sophie arrived, founding them nested together on a both laughing at something on Ivy’s phone, looking extremely cozy with each other. He also noticed the four empty glasses of beer and the redden cheeks of Alex and the glassy eyes on her.

“You guys are seriously drunk?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at them but a firm smile on his lip, he heard Sophie laugh behind him.

‘No, I mean—

‘A little?’ Alex looked at her and she nodded, aprobbing. ‘Yeah, a little. Yes.’

‘We good.’ Ivy said standing up to hug Jordan hello and as well to Sophie.

‘Come on, let’s get the girls some drinks.’ Jordan said pulling Alex from the booth and put an arm around his shoulders, leaving the girls speaking to each other.

‘So,’ Jordan pushed him with his shoulder and Alex laughed shaking his head. ‘What’s going on you two cozy over there.’

‘I don’t know men, we just get along and she’s so…’ Alex groaned as he put both hands on his face and laughed. ‘It’s alright, I’m an idiot. Let’s have couple of drinks, yes?’

anonymous asked:

Request prompt?--My SO has just dumped me and I've gotten piss drunk and I've a) drunkenly stumbled into the incorrect bathroom in the midst of ugly sobbing and you either forgot to lock the door or were out in the open and are very concerned about my state. B) somehow managed to get into your room and not my own (whether apartment or hotel) and I'm trying to masturbate my feelings away and boy were you surprised. Cheers!

A Helping Hand

Chapter 1

A/N: So, I couldn’t resist writing scenario B nor could I cram everything into a one-shot so there will be more.

Rated: M

Ch 2

The bar was crowded and loud. And the air was dreadfully thick. It was the last place he wanted to be, but far better than the alternative. Killian shuffled through the crowd, the obnoxious beat playing through the speakers and boisterous chatter doing nothing to numb his thoughts. Every noise was muffled and faded out by the conversation that echoed in his mind like a freight train sounding through the night. Reminding him of the last time he saw her before she walked out and slammed the door, disappearing from his life forever.

Killian plopped down onto a stool, slumping over the bar counter as he waited for the bartender. He just needed something to drown the pain. Something strong.

The argument started with something small, quickly spiraling out of control like gasoline to a fire. He was gone too much, he wasn’t adventurous enough. He didn’t love her anymore. According to Milah. Her tone was laced with anger, eyes devoid of any kind of love… at least any kind of love for him.

What it all boiled down to was that she already knew it was over before it was actually over.

All of the obscenities and excuses she threw at him that night were just a mask. Covering up her betrayal. Everything he thought that he knew was a lie. She was a lie. Her empty promises and scheming attempts of showing him how much she loved him and telling him she was divorcing her husband. It was all just a bloody fantastic charade.

“A rum, please,” he drawled out when the bartender approached. Killian watched him fetch a glass and pour the golden brown liquid from the bottle before sliding it over.

Killian clenched his jaw as he grabbed the glass, the bitter memories of the ungrateful bitch embedded in his brain. He threw back the rum, the wretched sting of alcohol sliding down Killian’s throat as he gulped it down, thinking about how his whole world had turned upside down in a blink of an eye.

He had never seen it coming. He knew there were problems brewing between them after he lost his hand. After his discharge from the hospital. But he thought he had been imagining it all. He refused to accept that she was embarrassed of him for being injured and having to leave the Navy. He refused to believe that she went back to her husband.

He gave up everything for her.

The relationship had caused tension between Killian and his older brother, and eventually the control Milah had over him pushed Liam away. Killian lost the close bond with him because of her. Liam didn’t approve of the relationship from the beginning. He didn’t think she was good enough for his brother.

Milah was married, not even separated with her husband at the time and she had tattoos all over her body. Killian fought with his brother many times about her and they eventually stopped talking to each other all together. All of the days they spent working side by side and serving in the British Navy together, turned into bitter memories. And even though Killian crawled back to Liam on his hands and knees, figuratively speaking, begging for forgiveness and even though Killian was now staying at his flat, he was in much too dark a place to hope that things would go back to the way they were before.

He downed another glass of rum. Then another. And a few more. Slowly drowning out the mixture of rage, anguish, and sadness inside of him until he had the courage to stand on his own two feet. Taking a deep breath, he dragged himself out of the stool. Between the jet lag from the treacherously long flight from England and the buzz that took over him, the sting in his heart was still fresh, but somewhat bearable. Killian maneuvered his way through the bar and stepped outside, the chill of the air waking his senses ever so briefly. He took a cab to his brother’s place, his words slurred as he attempted to give the driver the address. Killian was surprised he even remembered what it was.

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Rescue •P2•

Avengers x Reader

Masterlist | Rescue Masterlist | Part One

Summary: reader is getting a tour of her new job at the Avengers tower, but happens to be the only one who notices an oncoming jet, about to crash into the building.

Word Count: 1362

Warnings: swearing + tiny bit’a fluff from secondary characters :)

A/N: I got so much great feedback from you lovelies for P1. You are amazing. Sorry, it’s a bit of a filler part, but I thought I’d get it over with. Enjoy, dears 💛

If you ask anyone who I’ve ever briefly known who I am, I guarantee the response would be along these lines:

“Y/N? Oh, yeah, I remember her. She was pretty nice, I guess. I never knew her that well.”

That’s who I was. That’s who I am. The nice girl people don’t usually look at. I’m the one who will have a conversation with you if you come to me. I’m the polite girl you know will hold the door open for you. I’m the girl who will crack a joke while I’m talking to you, relaxed, like it doesn’t take me any effort to get a laugh out of you. That’s me. The nice girl in the distance who people don’t notice until they need her. And as much as I would’ve liked to change that, I didn’t want it to change it like this. I don’t want to be the girl who defied Tony Stark on her first day of working for him.

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twirlingstars-deactivated201711  asked:

okay so yeah I'm kinda spamming you with the sheer amounts of requests but consider this: kingbury except kg3 has Anger Issues and seabury like calming him down? bc that's a Thing that I've written but ehh it was terrible (also cal came up with a Thing where he calls kg3 royalty to comfort him so that'd be cool)

I legit love requests! Though I’m not that good I’m glad you all like them! Wouldn’t it be neat if I wrote some stuff on here (one shots/a fic) and it became big? I’ve always wanted a big enough story that people make me fan art…
Back to Kingbury! (my guilty pleasure tbfh)

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“That insufferable fool! Make a mockery of me and my homeland, I’ll show him!” Sam struggled tom keep up, though he may have only been a few inches short than George, it made itself known and a struggle whenever George was angry.

“I - I know George!” Sam didn’t run or fast walk very often, his classes were normally close together so he had no reason to.

Some guy in their economics class had made snide comments about George’s home, his family, even went as far as to make fun of the Queen (who according to George he was related to. Some, grandson, three times removed four times added once step son of. That kind of “relationship”.)

Either way, he had struck several nerves and Sam was worried that the veins were going to pop in George’s forehead and neck. 

They rushed down a flight of stairs, Sam almost tripping several times as he struggled to keep up with George. “With how America’s land is now I’m surprised they aren’t all begging to go back to England!”

“I wouldn’t mind that…” Sam muttered under his breath.

They reached George’s dorm - his roommate (some guy named Simon Farnaby), was out thankfully. Sam’s eyebrows pinched together nervously, watching nervously as George paced back and forth.

“G-George?”

He didn’t respond,  muttering angrily under his breath. Sam huffed, somehow still feeling embarrassed with this. “Your majesty?”

“What Samuel?” Sam’s shoulder sagged in relief as George responded.

He wasn’t too far angry. 

“You know, no matter where you move to, there will always be assholes about every thing, right?”

George huffed, plopping down harshly onto his bed.

“That guy was a jerk, so what? Move back to England, and you’ll just call me to complain about the jerks living there!”

George rolled his eyes with a twitch of the head, indicating Sam was right. 

Sam slowly moved over, sitting next to George on the bed. “You can’t let people’s comments like that get under your skin, whenever you react like that it amuses them. So of course they’ll continue making comments like that.”

“So what do I do?”

“Well, two options. Ignore it and wait for them to stop - “

“That’s likely.” George snorted.

“Or you can say something to and against him worse that’ll get him to shut up. Nothing, too, too bad though.”

George sighed, shoulders sagging. He leaned his body, resting his head on Sam’s shoulders. “In this day and age it feels less than great not being born in America…and I’m only British! I feel worse for those having tougher times…”

“Sometimes the world is cruel and people who shouldn’t have a say have the biggest ones you majesty,” He began combing his hair lightly, “But that’s why there are more of us little guys than the bigger ones. Imagine if we all banned together and over threw the government!”

George laughed. “That’d be entertaining - one umpalumpa trying to stop millions of people! I can see it now.”

Sam smiled. Days whew George was calm and laughing, smiling at Sam and just being down right adorable were Sam’s favorites.

“Some day, the day for the true people will come. And I promise,” He placed a kiss on George’s forehead, “I’ll be by your side before, during, and after.”