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OC Questions: Road Trip Edition

Your OCs are off on an adventure! Whether they’re on a mission or just slaking their wanderlust, this is a great opportunity to spend some quality time with the squad. What could possibly go wrong?

  1. Which OC is the driver? Where are the other OCs sitting in the vehicle?
  2. What form of transportation are your OCs using (RV, motorcycles, on foot, etc.)?
  3. What’s playing on the radio?
  4. Imagine your OCs reacting towards staying overnight at an incredibly shady motel
  5. Which OC gets homesick nearly immediately? Do they get over it?
  6. Imagine your OCs getting lost
  7. Which OC yells “HORSE” whenever they pass by horses?
  8. What does your OC do to pass the time on a long stretch of road?
  9. Imagine your OCs playing I Spy
  10. Which OC brings a guitar to serenade the other OCs as they travel?
  11. What happens when your OCs meet a hitchhiker?
  12. Which OC insists on stopping at every fruit stall to buy snacks and chat with the seller?
  13. Which OC gets accidentally left behind at a stop? How long does it take before anyone realizes that they’re gone?
  14. Which OC buys cheesy souvenirs as keepsakes and to give to their friends who didn’t come with them?
  15. Imagine your OC sitting on the hood of the car with a thermos of hot cocoa in their hands, watching the sun rise
  16. Which OC is on a quest to try as many different kinds of food as they can on this trip?
  17. Which OC points out every strange sign they pass by on the road and reads them aloud to the amusement or annoyance of everyone else?
  18. Which OC has to stop to relieve themself every hour or so?
  19. Imagine your OCs getting pulled into a side quest when one OC claims that they saw a cryptid
  20. What happens when the vehicle runs out of fuel in the middle of nowhere?
  21. Which OC starts taking increasingly daring nature/action photos of themselves and their friends?
  22. Which OC starts out stressed about the amount of work they’re leaving at home, and slowly lets themself have fun?
  23. Imagine your OCs stopping by the side of a quiet road to go stargazing. Bonus points if they all end up falling asleep together, warm, happy, and surrounded by their friends
Eric Quotes

“what do you think about when you look at the sky at night and there’s no clouds out and you can see all the stars?”

“Anything and everything that happens in our world is just that, a happening. Anything else is relative to the observer, but yet we try to have a “universal law” or “code” of what is good and bad and that isn’t fucking correct. We shouldn’t be allowed to do that. We aren’t gods.”

“Everyone is always making fun of me because of how I look, how fucking weak I am and shit, well I will get you all back: ultimate fucking revenge here. You people could have shown more respect, treated me better, saked for knowledge or guidance more, treated me more like a senior and maybe I wouldn’t have been as ready to tear your fucking heads off. Then again, I have always hated how I looked, I make fun of people who look like me, sometimes without even thinking sometimes just because I want to rip on myself. That’s where a lot of my hate grows from.”

“HATE! I’m full of hate and I Love it. I HATE PEOPLE and they better fucking fear me if they know whats good for em. Yes I hate and I guess I want others to know it…”

“…You people could have shown more respect, treated me better, asked for my knowledge or guidance more, treated me more like senior, and maybe I wouldn’t have been as ready to tear your fucking heads off.”

“I don’t care what you say, if you ever touch him again I will freakin kill you. Im gonna pull out a goddamn shotgun and blow your damn head off, do you understand? You little worthless piece of crap.”

“I loved the water. I never went swimming, but the water was an escape in itself.”

“The reason people piss me off is to test my trigger finger, & my adrenaline”

“How come, If I’m free, I can’t deprive a stupid fucking dumbshit from his possessions if he leaves them sitting in the front seat of his fucking van out in plain sight and in the middle of fucking nowhere on a Frifuckingday night. NATURAL SELECTION. Fucker should be shot.”

“When I go NBK and people say things like, “oh, it was so tragic,” or “oh he is crazy!” or “It was so bloody.” I think, so the fuck what you
think that’s a bad thing? Just because your mumsy and dadsy told you blood and violence is bad, you think it’s a fucking law of nature? Wrong. Only science and math are true, everything, and I mean everyfuckingthing else is Man made.”

“There’s no such thing as True Good or True evil, it’s all relative to the observer.”

“We’ve been knowing we can do it. Our coach has been telling us we can do it. He’s been preparing us to get ready for these type of games.”

“It’s a competition of everything science”

“I hate you people for leaving me out of so many fun things. And no, don’t fucking say “well that’s your fault’ because it isn’t. You people had my phone number and I asked and all, but no. Don’t let the weird eric kid come along. Oh, fucking no.”


You asked me who I
am in my ideal world,
where I can create and
be whoever I want to be.

And I tell you, in another
life I’m bold, I tell the kid
in class to quit interrupting 
the lecture because we are so 
goddamn tired of him acting
like he knows everything.

I don’t text my mother telling
her that I am crying, I don’t sit
on the corner of her bed sobbing
at 3 am about someone that doesn’t
like me back or how much I wish
I could sleep,

I dye my hair pink and blue and
purple and I get a fringe and wear
dark lipstick and remember to file
my nails rather than let them break
and I dress in all black one day and
the next day in colors as vivid as my
dreams of you.

I travel wherever I want without a
worry in the world and I don’t think
twice about moving constantly and
I pack only a suitcase and I go to coffee
shops early in the morning and sit next
to someone in the sunlight and we talk
about politics or just good stories we
have heard.

I take some time off from school and
I work and I live in a small apartment
with a faucet that drips but I keep the
windows open constantly and my neighbors
are so unconventional but they are still so
beautiful and they have the greatest stories
and they drink during the weekends and
during my free time I fill my walls with
pictures and poems and posters and I am
so bloody passionate that it drips through
the windows,

I have many friends or I have absolutely
no one and I am content either way and
I go to parties and get to know everyone
but no one exactly knows me and they
try to describe me to others asking if
they’ve seen me too but they cannot
find any words that can describe the
way I held their hands.

And I tell you, in another life I’m crazy
and happy and weird and I talk a lot or
sometimes not at all and none of their
words ever hurt me because I am too
caught up in my own love, I am too 
busy creating myself. 

And I ask what would you be if you
could be anything?

And you tell me of all these divine things,
you’d ride the train and never get off and
see where it takes you, you would drive until
you ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere,
you would swim until your skin looks like
apple peels, and as you tell me of all these
wondrous adventures, where you are always
going somewhere, I realize you are just running

You have always just been running away
from me.

—  In another life I’m bold and you’re cold.

anonymous asked:

Can you please write one about Saeran being forced to go a adventure with seven and mc and crazy shenanigans ensue ^_^ please and thank you

~I’ll just make this an HC because if it was a scenario I’d get way too carried away ahaha. Also, I’m American so I’m going to base this on an adventure that would happen with what I know? I hope this is okay!! Thank you for the request! 


  • You and Saeyoung decided that you wanted to take a road trip to the beach!
  • Saeran was excited at first, thinking he would get the place to himself for once 
    • “You two have fun!” Saeran waved from the couch 
    • Oh no…you’re going with us,” Saeyoung laughed 
  • It took a LOT of convincing 
  • And groveling 
  • And Saeyoung had to give up the remote for a week 
  • (also do the dishes for a week)
    • ((that one was thrown in for your sake))
  • He pouted as you put the sun hat on him 
  • Once the bags were loaded you were on your way! 
  • Saeran sat in the back seat all pouty 
  • You guys traded off music choices every half hour because he kept complaining about Saeyoung’s taste
  • Saeyoung really enjoys driving you both 
  • Sometimes you have to remind him of the speed limit…
  • You’ve secretly taken video because every now and then all three of you will have the windows down singing out loud to a song 
  • One day you can show them and they will appreciate it 
  • Lots of pissing on the side of the road 
  • Only to come across rest stops like 15 miles later 
    • “Saeyoung, what the fuck. You said there was nothing for miles???!” 
    • “Yes but I didn’t say how many!” 
  • Family photos in front of the state signs 
  • Everyone is smiling 
  • Okay
  • Saeran smiled a couple of times …
  • You guys are living off of energy drinks and soda 
  • Empty cans are littering the car floor 
  • Also chip and candy wrappers 
  • Blankets to “museums” 
  • (such as a petrified rock museum) YOU’RE STOPPING
  • Saeran gripes but he always ends up buying something 
  • Usually for you 
  • And so does Saeyoung 
  • and you end up buying something for the twins so it works out 
  • It’s a long drive so you stay at a hotel 
  • You end up pushing saeran in but he grabs you at the last minute and pulls you in with him 
  • All three of you see who can hold their breath the longest 
  • You and Saeyoung pretend to be mermaids for a bit while Saeran is in the hot tub 
  • Saeyoung sleeps on the couch while you and Saeran share the bed 
  • All three of you sit on the bed sharing the plates of food and fighting over dessert 
  • The last day is the most intense 
  • Tensions are high and you have to stop often for people to stretch their legs 
  • One time Saeyoung gets lost 
    • “Where the fuck are we” saeran asks 
    • “This is scary…its all farms”
  • Saeyoung sighs 
    • “We are on track OKAY and also I saw the signs along the way I KNOW WHERE WE ARE” 
  • Saeran studies the map 
    • “You have no idea how we ended up here do you”
    • “Give me that, IM THE NAVIGATOR!” Saeyoung yells
  • They are both bickering as you clutch the arm rests, hoping you don’t die out in the middle of nowhere 
  • YOU
  • FIND
  • THE 
  • Everything becomes greener 
  • you can hear the seagulls and smell that sea air 
  • The bickering stops as everyone rolls down their windows once again and breathes in the tranquility 
  • You can see people in their bathing suites lining the restaurant tables laughing and smiling 
  • When you finally park the sun is about to set and the air is fresh and salty and cool 
  • Without saying a word you all unload the towels and the cooler 
  • Quietly you sit together, you in the middle, and each open a drink as you sit on the warm sand 
    • “Thank you both… for bringing me here,” you said. 
    • “Best vacation ever,” Saeyoung beamed. 
    • “You’ve got that right,” Saeran lifted his drink and took a large gulp 
  • Saeran and Saeyoung fought over who could surf the best after that 
  • And as the water turned from red to pink, to purple, to blue, to black, all three of you sat together and enjoyed the crashing of the waves 
Employee of the Month: Part 1/11

Pairing: Reader x Ong Seongwoo

Group: Wanna One

Type: Fluff I think?

Words: TOO DAMN MANY (like almost 3.8k, jfc) 


A Brief Synopsis: 

The tale of Ong’s really shitty job and how it provides a platform for you to exist in his life romantically. Kind of.

A/N: This is 1 of 11 parts in my Wanna One job oneshot series. I swear it is infinitely more interesting than it sounds. Just read this, please. I swear it isn’t boring af. Also I should be posting 1 or 2 of these each week until I finish all 11. Mentally prepare for the babies of the group to have shorter ones, because they are smol[and illegal 👮🏻🚫] . I have like 5 in the works already and am almost done with Guanlin’s, so I’ll probs post that one tomorrow. That is all.

Name: Ong Seongwoo

Age: 21

Occupation: Chuck E. Cheese Employee

  • Now lets preface this by clarifying that this boy never actually filled out a job application or had any desire to work here 
  • He literally just took Dan and Jisung once as a joke for Dan’s birthday 
  • After being there for 5 minutes he became so bored that he stole the mouse head from Chuck while the mouse was in the bathroom 
  • Ran around for 30 minutes with it on until all the children in the building were crying 
  • The manager reprimanded him and took the head back, because she was hostile af 
  • Upon seeing Ong’s face she almost cried 
  • *insert I saw a man so beautiful I started crying meme, you know the one, from like 3 or 4 years ago* 
  • Immediately she asked him to work for the company because he “seemed to really understand children and would make a valuable asset" 
  • He only said yes for free tokens 

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some v simple things I need from pupcake:

-cheek kisses
-one of them looking hotter than usual and the other mumbling “im so gay”
-delia driving herself and patsy out to the middle of nowhere for a picnic or just to be alone
-patsy comforting delia instead of the roles always being reversed
-more of delia’s Wandering Eyes™
-“you’re cute” “no you’re cute” ft Phyllis like “you’ve been arguing abt this for like 9 minutes. enough”
-trixie finding out and being like “…Barbara owes me £1”
-happiness. I just want them to be happy

pick me

summary: your school’s resident fuckboys, im youngmin and kim donghyun, keep bothering you about being your partner for the upcoming english project. whose charms do you fall for?

cast: im youngmin; kim donghyun; you

genres: romance, light angst lol how can i resist

word count: 1.17k

part: ½

a/n: dedicated to my fellow everyong hoes

  • im youngmin and kim donghyun are notorious in your school for flirting with almost everyone
  • youngmin is the smooth talker who can get any girl to go from calm and collected to a blushing mess within ten seconds because of a pet name
  • he comes to school with his tie loosened and the first three buttons of his shirt undone
  • also, his sleeves are rolled up and his arms are just hhhhhhhhhggggggggg
  • holy shit just imagine that
  • donghyun is the guy who treats everyone as more than a friend and leads people on, only for them to be disappointed when they realize he treats other people the same way
  • unlike youngmin, his uniform is usually more put together than your entire life
  • it’s always ironed and he somehow has time to tie an eldredge knot
  • you?
  • you had the honor of dealing with these two idiots because of your teacher
  • you wanted to go through high school without any trouble or drama
  • but noooooooooooo
  • but the moment your english teacher tells you a partner project is coming up and you get to choose your partner
  • everyone automatically rushes over to your side bc you’re like the best at english in class
  • that includes youngmin and donghyun
  • youngmin is the first one to make a move
  • he sits down on the chair next to you in class and shoots you a lazy smirk
  • “let’s count shoulders. one, two, three, four.”
  • on four, youngmin slings his arm around your shoulders
  • “let’s be partners for the english project baby girl”
  • and he winks
  • you remove his arm from your shoulders and walk out of the classroom and to the bathroom
  • when you come out, donghyun is waiting for you with two cans of the most expensive coffee from the vending machine
  • you know for a fact that he whips out the ching ching when he really needs to win someone over aka use them for grades
  • “no.” you say as you walk past him
  • donghyun shoves the coffee into your hands
  • and he winks too
  • “if you don’t want the flirty boy, how ‘bout a nice guy like me babe?”
  • you’re about to punch the next person who winks at you
  • throughout the school day, youngmin and donghyun are literally fighting each other to woo you so they can be your partner for the project
  • but you’re not falling for that
  • or that’s what you think
  • a girl from your class gives youngmin your number
  • which is honestly really dumb in ur opinion bc why would u give the number of a girl to a guy you like
  • and he messages you out of nowhere in the middle of the night and asks you to meet him outside
  • and im youngmin is standing in front of your fucking house at 11pm with chicken and soda in his street clothes that he looks really hot in wait what
  • you’re just like wtf at first
  • but then youngmin holds up the box of chicken
  • and ur like cmon on in pal :DD
  • so you and youngmin are sitting next to each other on the floor, leaning against the couch and pigging out of chicken
  • youngmin stops eating at one point and watches you eat instead
  • there’s a little sauce on the corner of your lips
  • and youngmin wipes it off with this smirk on his face
  • he leans over and rests his arm on the couch
  • his face is literally a few inches away from yours
  • you feel his breath of your face
  • the next thing you know, your brother is walking in on you and youngmin making out against the couch
  • “y/n why aren’t yo–OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK”
  • yeah he gets chased out
  • at school the next day, youngmin casually drapes his arm over your shoulder
  • “so when should we meet up to work on the english project?” he asks
  • and you’re there like lmao ur funny youngmin and remove his arm from your shoulders
  • donghyun comes into the classroom at this time and slings his arm over your shoulder
  • both you and youngmin are glaring at him
  • “y/n if you become my partner for the project i’ll take you out on a fancy date”
  • the other girls around you are like
  • but donghyun pays them no mind and waits for your answer
  • “no.”
  • you leave again and head home
  • guess who knocks at your door tonight
  • kim fucking donghyun
  • and he has chicken too and he looks hot in his street clothes too
  • “god damn it how does everyone know that i can’t resist chicken” you mutter under your breath
  • the two of you sit at the dining table and you eat in silence as donghyun tries to get you to talk
  • fuck his smile is just so ugh
  • you can’t help but to stare at donghyun the whole time
  • when you’re done eating, donghyun takes your hands and laces his fingers with yours
  • fuckfuckfuck
  • your heart is beating so fast
  • “y/n i really want to work on the project with you”
  • aaaaaaaaaaand the moment is ruined
  • “bro this guy is trying to get in my pants!!!” you shout
  • your brother comes out in record time and is shoving donghyun out the door as you throw the chicken box away
  • “bye bye” you wave at donghyun before the door shuts
  • your brother turns to you and gives a dramatic sigh
  • “why do you keep letting these fuckbois into our house?? the one yesterday was shoving his tongue down your throat smh”
  • “they bring chicken okay? im sorry your cheap ass doesn’t want to buy it for me and i have to take bribes from fuckboys”
  • the next day at school, youngmin and donghyun are waiting for you, each with something in their hands
  • in youngmin’s, it’s a box of chocolate
  • in donghyun’s, it’s roses
  • the two of them glance at you hopefully
  • “i’m allergic to flowers and i hate chocolate”
  • honestly the two of them were ready to give up and just partner up with each other
  • but
  • but
  • when it’s time to head home, it starts raining out of nowhere
  • it’s ffrom the tears i shed bc of chem jkjk
  • both donghyun and youngmin know you didn’t have an umbrella
  • ok they may or may not have paid daehwi five bucks to throw it into the trashcan
  • donghyun is literally rushing after you with his umbrella opened up
  • he’s ready to swoop in and shield you from the rain like the hero he is
  • but his buddy youngmin beats him to it
  • “y/n! let’s walk home together!”
  • youngmin grabs your shoulders and pulls you closer to him
  • his large black umbrella protects the two of you from the ongoing downpour
  • donghyun hears you laugh and sees that you look like you don’t mind standing close to youngmin
  • you look comfortable, actually
  • donghyun’s hand drops to his side
  • and the transparent umbrella he had over his head seconds ago is no longer keeping him dry
head & the heart: Bucky Barnes AU


After a nasty breakup, you had the bright idea of moving to the most secluded city you knew of - directly in the middle of the mountains.You were sure that the idea was a completely idiotic…well that was until you saw a familiar face.

Notes: worked really hard on this one! I hope you like it! Kind of lumberjack!bucky vibe. And YES Luke Danes was a definite inspiration because I LOVE him. Enjoy! Let me know what you think. 😉 

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Gravitational Pull

Request: Spencer and Reader get stranded together in the middle of nowhere?

Note: this was supposed to be smut but it turned out really fluffy? anyways im x files TRASH

“Ok, all I’m saying is that speculation doesn’t prove anything, you don’t really know what would’ve happened if Scully and Mulder had gotten married-” Spencer argued from the driver’s seat. You groaned and threw your head against your headrest. You were about to make a very valid point about Mulder’s subconscious tells when the FBI SUV you were both in slowed to a stop in the middle of the empty desert backroad.

“Uh, Reid…” You trailed off as the engine sputtered. He frowned at the steering wheel, pumping the gas. The engine sputtered.

“I think the engine died.” He looked up at you, brows furrowed. You pulled out your phone to dial Hotch, but there was no signal.

“I can’t get a signal out here. Spence, there isn’t a gas station for miles and it’s getting dark.” You said. He tried the gas pedal again, to no avail.

“The team knows we’re out here, and Garcia should be able to locate our phones. We’re just gonna have to wait.” Spencer said. You sighed. You might as well get comfortable.

The team was in Nevada investigating a recent string of babysitter killings, where the kid was left behind and the sitter was taken into the middle of the desert and shot execution-style. You and Reid had been the last ones to finish up some late-night paperwork at the local PD. The unsub had a week cooling-off period, and the last body was found two days ago. You’d all hit a dead end, and decided to call it a night.

You and Spencer were close friends. Well, at least from his point of view. You talked about all of the same nerdy shows with each other, went out for coffee together, and you considered each other your best friends. But you harbored feelings for your ‘best friend’. Specifically, non-platonic feelings. You’d been feeling the tug at your heart a little more intensely lately, and you’d been ignoring it as best you could. But several hours alone with Spencer? You didn’t know if you could handle it.

Spencer opened the door and hopped out of the car.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“It’s more comfortable in the backseat. We’re gonna be here a while. You’re welcome to join me.” He said. He closed the car door and climbed in the back, and you followed suit. You sat in silence for a minute or two, unsure of what to talk about. You yawned rather loudly, stretching your arms.

“Are you tired?” Spencer looked over at you. You yawned again.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He chuckled. “Come here, you can lay on me.” He motioned for you to move towards him. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, suddenly wide awake. You hesitantly shifted towards him, and leaned your head on his shoulder. Five minutes of fruitless attempts at sleeping later, Spencer broke the silence.

“You’re not sleeping. Is something wrong? Are you cold?” He said. Your mind sputtered, trying to think of excuses.

“I just, uh, I have a lot on my mind.” You stuttered out.

“What’s going on? You can tell me, I’m your best friend.” You groaned and sat up. “That’s the problem, Spencer!” You huffed.

“What are you talking about?” He sat up, a confused look on his face. You buried your head in your hands.

“I don’t wanna just be friends, Spencer. I can’t do this anymore.” You avoided his gaze and turned yours out of the window.

“You don’t wanna be friends with me anymore?” He said quietly. You could hear the sadness in his voice, and you turned around. He looked like you’d just shot him.

“No, that’s not what I mean! I mean it is, but not…” You trailed off, unsure of what to say.

“Then tell me, (y/n). You’ve been acting weird lately and if you don’t want to be around me anymore I understand, I just want to know why.” Spencer said. You ran a hand through your hair nervously.

“I do want to be around you, Spencer. I like you. Like, not in a friendly way. I have for a while, that’s why I’ve been so weird.” You confessed. Spencer stared at you for a few seconds. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, he was hard to read sometimes. Then he leaned forward across the car, and gently pressed his lips to yours. You sank into him, and it felt like coming home. His hand brushed across your cheeks and cradled your head. You deepened the kiss, moving your lips against his. You could feel the passion behind the kiss, all of the pent-up emotion spilling out at once. Spencer broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against yours, catching his breath.

“You know, we’re kinda like Mulder and Scully. Two FBI agents in the same department, taking on bizarre cases, stuck out in the desert under the stars.” You smiled at him.

“Yeah, except we’re looking for humans, not aliens. And as far as I know, I don’t have a sister who was abducted.” He chuckled.

“There’s more similarities than you think. Two agents, feeling the gravitational pull towards each other…” You sat up, then leaned into Spencer, laying your head against his chest and gazing up at the stars outside your window.

“You know I love you, right?” Spencer said, his voice barely louder than a whisper. You smiled and burrowed closer to him.

“I know,” You smiled. “I love you too.” You fell asleep against him, dreaming about aliens, but mostly Spencer.

Into You

Originally posted by holyhalehottness

Pairing: Scott McCall x Reader

Requested: Nope

Summary: Scott likes you but is nervous to ask you out.

GIF Not Mine

“Dude, just ask her out already.” Stiles was bored of watching his best friend pine over you. He’s been doing it for years now, liking you from afar. It was getting tedious now.

“Is Scott asking Y/N out?” Lydia asked joining in the conversation. “Finally.”

“I’m not asking anyone out, especially Y/N.” Scott said immediately.

“What? Why?” Lydia questioned him.

“Because she’s her and I’m me.” Both Stiles and Lydia looked at him confused. “She’s way out of my league. She probably doesn’t even know I exist let alone like me.”

“Well, for someone who doesn’t know you exist they seem to be making there way over here.” Stiles said trying to stifle a laugh. Scott widen his eyes and tried to leave but before he could you greeted them.

“Hey, guys.” You smiled. Scott loved that smile. It would brighten up any room that you walked in. It was contagious making him smile.

“H-hi-hey, hillo.” Scott mentally face palmed himself. “I was supposed to say hi and then I changed half way through to hello so it came out as hillo.” Scott awkwardly rambled. You laughed. He also loved your laugh, it was melodic and music to his ears.

“So there’s a party this Saturday and I was wondering if you want to come.” You said directing it to Scott before turning to his friends. “Of course anyone is welcome to come.” The same smile you had on when you came over was still plastered on your face.

“I don’t know if I can make it.”

“Oh.” You replied disappointed slightly, your smile faltered before returning to its full glory. “If you change your mind here’s my number.” You told him grabbing his hand to write your number on it. “Text me and I’ll send you the address.” You said your goodbyes and turned around to rejoin your group of friends before heading off to class.

When you were out of sight Stiles hit Scott in his arm. “What the hell?”

“Ow, what was that for?” Scott asked rubbing his arm where Stiles hit him.

“She just asked you to a party and you said no. Why would you do that?”

Scott groaned. “It was stupid of me, wasn’t it?”

“Im afraid so.” Stiles patted Scott on the back before heading to class.


“Are you sure this is the place?” Lydia asked. They had driven to the address you had given them but it took them into the middle of nowhere, the edge of Beacon Hills, surrounded by trees.

“This is where the address she gave us led us.” Scott said. They all got out of the car and followed Scott as he walked through the trees. At the other side of the trees was an opening. When they reached it they were shocked. They were met with a lot of people partying. There was a lake, with people swimming and jumping in, music, with people dancing, and a food and drinks station as well as people playing different games. Everyone was in awe.

“Hey, you made it!” You greeted making them jump. You were a little more happier than usual, a side effect you get when you drink copious amounts of alcohol.

“Of course. It was a little difficult to find this place. How do you know about it?” Scott asked, a huge smile across his face caused by the happiness radiating off of you.

“It’s a magical place that only comes about once a month.” You replied deadly serious before bursting out laughing. “I’m not sure, I guess I just stumbled upon it when I went hiking last. Anyway my advice is I wouldn’t let anyone else mix you a drink but other than that have fun. It’s a party!” You told them before you sauntered off to get yourself another drink and talk to some friends. They all dispersed, Liam, Lydia and Mason going over to get a drink and Malia going to get some food leaving just Scott and Stiles.

“You should go and talk to her. This is your chance.” Stiles suggested.

“I told you she doesn’t like me like I like her. She sees me as a friend. That’s it.” Scott adamantly said.

“Okay, you don’t have to be a werewolf to know when someone is into to you. I might not have werewolf hearing but I know for a fact that every time she sees you her heart races. I also know that she blushes when around you and that she becomes a bumbling mess around you. She likes you so go and talk to her.” Stiles explained pushing Scott into your direction before wandering off to where Lydia is.

Scott made his way over to you where the food is. You were eating a burger with lots of sauce on causing some to get on your cheek. “Hey, Scott.” You greeted between a mouthful of food.

“Hey, Y/N… it’s a great party. Thanks for inviting us.” Scott thanked.

“Don’t sweat it. It was an open invitation. I’m just glad you came.” You smiled.

“Oh, err… you’ve got something on your cheek.” He told you motioning where it is using his cheek.

“Have I got it?” You asked wiping the other cheek. Scott gave a short laugh before shaking his head.

“Here let me.” Scott offered. He gently cupped his hand around your cheek, wiping away the sauce using his thumb. You both looked at each like you were the ones around. He still had is hand on your cheek causing you to look down bashfully, blush creeping on your cheeks. Scott removed his hand and informed you that it was gone.

“Thank you.” You thanked him and then added. “Do you want to go and swim?”

“Sure.” He said before gulping nervously as you took off your top and shorts to reveal a swimsuit.

“Come on.” You motioned for him to follow before you grabbed his hand and dragged him to the edge of the pier. You let go of his hand and jumped in. Scott took off his top and followed your lead by jumping in himself creating a splash which got you wet.

“Hey.” You said before splashing him. After that you two had a little water fight until you forfeited. “Okay, okay I give up.” You laughed. The two of you have seemed to have swam far away from the party creating a sort of isolation. It felt like you two were the only ones there even though you could still hear the music. “Can I ask you something?” You asked after moments of silence. You were face to face with Scott now, only a small gap between you.

“O-of course.” He replied slightly nervous.

“Why are you so nervous around me?”

“Err…” Scott was speechless.

“Like right now!” You interrupted. “Did I do something?”

“No, no. You didn’t do anything. In fact you’re perfect.” He assured you causing you to blush. “Honestly?”


“I like you, Y/N. Have done for a long time.”

“Wanna know something?” You asked which Scott replied with a nod. “I like you too.”

“Do you, I don’t know, maybe wanna go out on a date some time?”

“I’d like that very much.”

Requests are open

A/N: I wrote this in honour of Teen Wolf’s last 10 episodes airing tonight (for me I have to wait till tomorrow to watch it 😔😂)


anonymous asked:

Is it alright to ask for some brotherly headcanons between tim and damian?

Im always ready for some brotherly headcanons!

  • I have this headcanon that Damian and Tim do get along, just in their own way
  • Damian comes barrelling into the room out of nowhere and knocks Tim to the ground in the middle of an explanation, they’re rolling around wrestling and Tim’s still babbling while Damian grunts and occasionally yells out an insult.
  • “No no,” Bruce says when a worried business partner stands to pull the boys apart. “They’re fine or there would be more elbows being thrown; now listen, Tim’s getting to the important part of why this deal is a bad decision”
  • Damian likes cereal, but he pours the milk first. It drives Tim up the fucking wall.
  • “What are you…That’s wrong!”
  • “I do not appreciate soggy cereal, Drake, though I suppose you like your cereal to match your personality”
  • “…..did you just call my personality soggy?”
  • “Like a wet paper bag; useless and disgusting”
  • [horrified gasp]
  • Once Tim made the mistake of asking Damian to get him a cup of coffee with three spoonfuls of sugar in it; Damian did not put sugar in it
  • Two words: PRANK WAR
  • It started when Tim got out of the shower and his hair was neon pink (he rocked the color for an entire month and a half because no way he was letting Damian get to him)
  • In retaliation Damian woke up with baby blue nails (he too rocked them for an entire month and a half, even going so far as to fix any that chipped or faded)
  • Jason was the one to stop them when he got caught in the crossfire (his favorite Wonder Woman shirt was splattered tie-dye. Damian and Tim were lucky to have survived)

I could keep going but Ill stop ;)

Ghost Quartet Characters as History of the World, I Guess Quotes
  • <p> <b>Rose:</b> that's bullshit. this whole thing is bullshit. that's a scam. fuck the church. here's 95 reasons why<p/><b>Pearl:</b>  it's sad. i'm sad. i miss you.<p/><b>The Astronomer:</b> i think there's a universe now. what's it made of? quarks and stuff.<p/><b>The Bear:</b> get the hell out of here. will you get the hell out of here if i give you 500 elephants? okay, thanks, bye<p/><b>Soldier:</b> actually, never. and also now. nothing is nowhere. when? never. makes sense, right? like i said, it didn't happen. nothing was never anywhere.<p/><b>The Miller:</b> coming soon to a dank river valley near you.<p/><b>The Fiddler:</b> "wait!" said christopher columbus, probably smoking crack.<p/><b>Roxie:</b> the mayans have figured out the stars<p/><b>Starchild:</b> star is born. it's a star<p/><b>Lady Usher:</b> don't worry about rome, it won't fall.<p/><b>Edgar Usher:</b> this guy, who sat under a tree for so long that he figured out how to ignore the fact that we're all dying.<p/><b>Fool:</b> no thanks. can't walk yet. plus there's no food so i don't  care<p/><b>Dunyazad:</b> the middle east is getting more complicated. maybe because it's in the middle of the east.<p/><b>Scheherazad:</b> you could make a religion out of this, and maybe conquer the world as well.<p/><b>Shah Zaman:</b> “wow that guy's rich” said everybody<p/><b>Monk:</b> "let's overthrow the palace and cut all their heads off!" said robespierre, cutting everybody's heads off until someone eventually got mad and cut his head off.<p/><b>The Photographer:</b> phone call! surprise! it's in your pocket! wanna learn everything? surprise! it's on the computer! now your phone's a computer, which is in your pocket!<p/><b>The Victim:</b> hi, im gandhi, and if britain doesn't get the hell out of india, i'm going to starve myself in public.<p/><b>The Driver:</b> wanna get enlightened in the middle of nowhere?<p/><b>The Pusher:</b> whoops, someone just attacked america. i bet they'll remember that.<p/><b>Brittain:</b> now you can eat sunshine<p/><b>Gelsey:</b> japan is so addicted to art that the military might have to take over the government.<p/><b>Dave:</b> you could make a religio-no don’t<p/><b>Brent:</b> hello? yes, it's the 1920's calling. let's get to a car and drive to a party and listen to jazz on the radio and go to the movies.<p/></p>
so this is how i accidentally attended a funeral

i hit 1k and i promised this story so here it is

okay so i was 16? or 17? when this happened and basically my mom came home and was like “put on black and get in the car” because my mom is always extra™ so i went with it bc that’s what you do when you’re 16 you just go with everything so anyways we drive for 2 hours to the middle of nowhere ontario and my mom parks the truck and it was january i was like yikes its cold out because canada gets cold in the winter so im not fuckin with it and i run into the building which unsurprisingly is a funeral home 

and i get there and kind of get pulled to the right and these people start talking to me in Korean and the biggest problem with that is i dont speak Korean. so i was just kind of like “yes?” and they took me into a funeral chapel where a funeral is taking place in Korean (i know it was Korean because i recognised the writing on the pamphlet they gave me about the guy whose funeral it was)

so they put me, this random white girl, on this couch in the back with a pamphlet and kleenex and i have no idea where my mom is because she just like fucked off and i didnt want to text her because i couldn’t check my phone because it was a funeral and i didnt want to be disrespectful i was literally just sitting there like “our lord and saviour who art in heaven what the fu-”

Keep reading

okay but a guys mars really is how he’s gonna be pursue you like 

i’m sitting here on webcam with a leo mars and he just flashed his torso and started working out in the middle of nowhere???? 

another leo mars tried to pursue me like 8 months ago and immediately when he came in he wanted us to go back outside so he could show off his skate tricks 

the rest of the guys i’ve liked i had to pursue because they were virgo mars, pisces mars, cancer mars and didn’t wanna make a move

scorpio mars pursues but its still more subtle and its like they jedi mind trick you

anonymous asked:

u moved? what kinda place r u at now?

yup! since I couldnt get the loans i needed to go back to school this semester, I moved out of my mom’s house and about an hour south into my girlfriend’s house. it’s a really big and really old 2 story 3 bedroom house in the middle of fuck-nowhere. We’re splitting rent but thankfully it’s super super cheap cause the landlord is a close friend of my gf’s family. The last renter was a compulsive hoarder and the house was in really fucked up shape when my gf first moved in, but she’s done a TON of work to fix it up all by herself, im really proud of her. I feel very lucky to have the opportunity to live here, like…. a queer WoC and a white trans woman, in their 20s, living in a HOUSE… in 2017… paying their own rent…. like i can’t believe i’m even standing here right now, i’m absolutely amazed and incredibly grateful



Sam is an amazing artist and person and friend, and I feel so lucky to know her? Seriously - check her out and adore her with me. And wish her happy late brithday! @nerdzewordart

Anyways, here’s your present as promised!! Another part of the Conchell Hogwarts AU (with a splash of solangelo!!) 

Division, despite how much his housemates tended to favor the subject, had to be one of Mitchell’s least favorite subjects. It was a ridiculously complicated subject, one Mitchell wasn’t even sure he fully believed in, with a severe O.W.L. exam and a classroom in the middle of nowhere. It’s only saving graces were the professor - Professor Dare, although she usually insisted on her first name considering the minimal age gap - and his classmates.

But it was when both of these factors worked against his favor - that’s when he dreaded the class the most.

Rachel gestured towards the board as she explained the simple assignment, and Mitchell’s eyes ran down the board looking for his own name. In her swirly, cursive handwriting, a floating piece of chalk was just finishing up writing out the partner assignments. At the bottom, Mitchell found his name next to one he wasn’t exactly hoping for, and sighed. Might as well make the best of it.

Sebastian shot him an apologetic grin as he shifted closer to his partner - who happened to be the exact classmate he’d been making eyes at the entire class period.  If Sebastian ever learned to weld his annoyingly persistent good luck for actual use, the boy would be damn near invincible. 

Mitchell gathered his books and made his way over to the other side of the room, brushing back Katie - a Gryffindor girl in his year - as he crossed the uneven stone flooring.

He waved over to Will - a fellow Hufflepuff - as the blond boy edged closer to infamously sarcastic Nico di Angelo. Nico only scowled, ignoring the boy completely, and glared down at his book, messing with the emerald tie slung around his neck. Good luck to him, then.

He found his partner, strangely frozen in his seat, and settled for a soft, welcoming smile.

Mitchell set his book in the empty space Katie had just vacated, and took a moment to run his hand through his hair. After rushing up the circular staircase - after Sebastian had nearly made them late again - it was probably a mess.

He took his seat, soft smile in place. “Partners?”

Connor had been staring at him since the moment he arrived, and took a moment to visibly swallow. “Uh. Yeah. Yes. I mean, sure, totally.”

Mitchell gave him another small smile - hopefully reassuring, as the boy seemed to be a bit on edge - and took the seat next to the other boy.

The small tea set - dinged up and slightly chipped from years of use - was already in place, steaming and awaiting from where Rachel had probably set it up before class. Mitchell poured out their two cups, careful not to spill any of it on either of them. Gods knew he didn’t need to be in the bad pocket of a Stoll Brother - he could hardly handle being in an neutral position.

Yeah, he was still a bit upset about their castle wide prank last week. Strawberry pie was an innocent commodity, and had no reason to be such a casualty, no matter what Sebastian claimed.

“Sugar?” Connor was already passing over two sugar cubes, and a small leaf of mint. That was exactly how he took it.

Mitchell blinked in surprise, “Oh, thank you.” He stirred the sugar in, watching - a bit in slight disgust - as Connor added several sugar cubes to his own cup. It was nearly sludge. Mitchell suppressed a shudder.

He turned his attention back to his own cup, inhaling the steam, his eyes fluttering shut. It was a pleasant blend - strawberry, it seemed, a flavor Mitchell tended to favor. He vaguely wondered where Rachel had gotten it.

“You’re muggleborn, right?” Mitchell asked curiously, attempting to make some conversation, taking a slow sip. It was a bit too hot, but nothing unbearable.

Connor nodded, still a bit stiff. “Uh, yeah. Um, Travis and I.”

Mitchell nodded in interest. “That’s cool. My dad’s a muggle, but I mostly lived with some relatives on my mom’s side for the summers.” His face took a thoughtful look, “I always wondered about my muggle side, what it’s like and such.”

“I can show you,” was Connor’s quick - a bit too quick - and immediate response. He cleared his throat after a moment. “I mean, if you ever want to, um, go see muggle London or something I, uh, know it pretty well. My mom’s lives up there, has a nice flat.”

“Wow,” Mitchell’s voice took on an edge of teasing, “already meeting the parents? You work quick, Stoll.” He fluttered his eyelashes, a wide grin on his face. “At least treat me to dinner first.”  

“Haaaaa,” Connor dragged out the word, his face frozen in a stiff grin. “You’re…funny.”

Mitchell took another sip of his tea, the teasing glint still in his eyes. “Not nearly as funny,” he emphasized the word, still wincing at the thought of his old robes, “as the prank you and Travis pulled yesterday.” He squinted at his nails - he could almost still see the goo - the goo that had exploded over most of the Hogwarts student body last night at dinner - clinging to the sides of his ceuticals. “Hufflepuff was hit particularly hard, I noticed.”  

“That was…an accident,” Connor’s voice was a barely concealed lie. Mitchell briefly wondered what one of them did to the pair, and if they should be expecting more.

Despite the common thought, Hufflepuffs weren’t ones for taking a fight lying down, and his housemates had been dying for some action.

Mitchell hummed, ignoring the lie, his finger coming up to his chin. “It would have been better if you managed to hit the Slytherins.” He shot a glance over to where Sebastian was leaning in close to a grinning Ravenclaw girl, briefly imagining the other boy coated in the thick, blue-green goo that had overtaken the hall only a night prior. “Would have been hilarious to see.”

Connor paused at that, his hand hovering in mid-air holding the cup close to his lips. He sighed after a moment, a motion of regret. “It was suppose to,” he admitted, “but the cannons weren’t strong enough to launch the enhanced tablets across the hall.”

Mitchell blinked, a bit surprise. “Oh, you used magic and muggle technology? That’s…actually pretty cool.”

Connor almost beamed at that, “Yeah? You think so?”

“Yeah, totally,” Mitchell smiled, and then Connor smiled, and they shared a moment then, a pleasant one in the middle of a dusty classroom, surrounded by classmates and spiderwebs and tea and an eccentric teacher. Connor had a really nice smile - straight teeth on display, deep dimples grooving into his cheeks.

Mitchell tipped back the last of his tea, not really acknowledging it as a distraction, and instead made a face at the clumped up tea grounds and sugar at the bottom. Beside him, Connor’s eyes were edging out of moon-eye level, and into total, complete adornment. Not that Mitchell noticed.

Rachel called their attention back to the front of the classroom, explaining they would take turns reading each other’s tea leaves to the class. Mitchell sighed - despite the small class size, he still hated having to present to them.

They went around the room, after briefly peeking into each other’s cups but finding no immediate, obvious images, and soon it was Mitchell’s turn, as he pulled the small cup and his textbook closer to him.

“Mitchell?” Rachel prompted, a soft, dreamy smile on her face. “Can you decipher Connor’s leaves?”

Mitchell squinted into the small pool of tea leafs at the bottom of the cup. “I think that’s a spade?” He flipped the page in his book, matching up the grainy symbol to the picture. Huh. It was nearly identical - that was good. The clearer the picture, the stronger and longer lasting of the fortune told, at least from what Rachel had lectured on the day previous.

“Good fortune,” Mitchell read off for the other boy, “Whatever you’re working on - maybe a project or something? - you’re going to have good luck with it.”

Connor made a choking sound, his hands clenched on the table.

Mitchell gave him a curious look, “Are you okay?” He blinked a few times at his textbook, “I mean, that’s good, right? The book says it’s supposed to be good fortune.”

He swallowed in the face of Mitchell’s curious, concerned look. “No, uh, I mean that’s good. That’s great.” He nodded, his gaze steady on the table in front of him.

“Okay…” Mitchell trailed off, unsure of the other boy’s strange mood. He cleared his throat, tipping his head towards the other boy. “Your turn?”

Connor fumbled with the small glass for a second, a rare color filling his cheeks at the small bit of laughter from the other students - Katie’s high bark of a laugh in particular - and peered down in the cup.

“I think…” He glanced down into the open textbook in his lap, “Maybe, uh, a circle? It kind of looks like a blob…”

Rachel, from over the boy’s shoulder, peered down in the cup. After a moment, she lit up.

“Why, that’s a heart!” Rachel grinned at him, poking him in the shoulder. “Looks like lover boy’s gonna find a sweetheart real soon.”

Mitchell grinned, rolling his eyes. “Gods know I need one,” he joked, not really understanding the color blooming on Connor’s cheeks. Was he feeling okay? Maybe he should go see Madam Pomfrey.

Rachel clapped her hands together, looking happy. “Alright, next!” She turned her attention to the next table, her grin widening just a bit. “Will, care to go first?”

The blond boy gave her a sharp, affirmative nod before glancing down to the cup cradled in his hand.

He bit his lip, narrowing his eyes as he stared down in Nico’s small cup. “I think he has a…sun, maybe? So like,” He glanced down into his textbook briefly, “he’s going to find a great happiness soon.” He shot a beaming smile towards the other boy, “That’s good!”

Nico’s cheeks were filled with a bit of color - rare for the usually deathly pale boy. “Whatever, it’s all fake anyways.” He muttered, pulling Will’s cup towards him.

“What do you see?” Will grinned excitedly, leaning in so he was looking over the other boy’s shoulder. Nico didn’t pull away.

A look of concentration took over Nico’s face as he focused on the leaves. After a few moments, he sighed, “I don’t see anything.”

“Looks like a skull,” Rachel remarked, tilting the cup to the side. They both jumped at the girl’s sudden presence behind them, Nico looking a bit pissed off, Will hesitant.

Will frowned, “Isn’t that bad?”

“Not necessarily,” She reassured him, her eyes flickering towards the other boy at his table. “The symbols, while usually have general meanings, are flexible with meaning for each person. This could mean something symbolic for you, or perhaps something with a bit more physical meaning.”

“So, I basically have a lot of skulls in my future?” Will’s face took a thoughtful look, “I do want to be a doctor. Maybe something with that?”

Rachel hummed with amusement, “Maybe.”

Even from his place at a different table, Mitchell could see the heavy, shiny ring on di Angelo’s finger as the other boy fiddled with it. His skull ring.

Mitchell hid a smile in his hand. Sometimes they were so obvious, it nearly pained him.

From his side, Connor was fidgeting. He shot the other boy a curious look, moving to gather his books together. The class was nearly over, and Mitchell had to get to the other side of the castle in the short passing period.

Rachel began her dismissals - warning everyone to grab their rain jackets for tomorrow despite the perfect weather prediction - and everyone moved to leave. Mitchell quickly stuffed his satchel full and stood.  

Connor, who had been watching with slightly-wide eyes as Mitchell and his classmates packed up, stumbled to his feet just as Mitchell was beginning to turn away.

“Hogsmeade,” Connor choked out, his hand flashing out to grip the edge of Mitchell’s robes. “I - you - I mean, Hogsmeade?”

Mitchell blinked, giving the other boy a surprised look. “Oh, uh, I think there’s a trip going this weekend, if that’s what you’re asking? You might want to ask McGonagall.”

“No, I -” Connor bit his lip, his hand still fisted around a section of Mitchell’s robes. “I mean, um. Do you, uh, want to go to Hogsmeade. With me.”


Mitchell’s eyes flittered in surprise, his mouth parting a bit.

Connor was nervous.

“Like for a….” Mitchell trailed off.

“A date. It would be, uh, a date.” Connor clarified, his voice wobbling.

“With me?” Mitchell was still a bit dumbfounded. He didn’t even know Connor liked him, and he usually pretty good with these sorts of things.

“You with, yes.” Connor was looking more nervous by the minute.

Mitchell couldn’t do anything but nod, a bit numb.

Connor’s face immediately broke into a wide, beaming grin. “That’s great! I mean, that’s really cool. Um,” In the face of the other boy’s quick excitement, Mitchell felt himself relax a bit. “Do you like, anywhere you want to go? Your pick!”

“Madam Puddifoot’s?” Mitchell teased, coming back to himself. The Stoll Brothers were infamously drawn away from the popular tea shop. Vaguely, Mitchell wondered if they were banned from the store. Wouldn’t be the first time.

Connor didn’t even blink, “Anywhere you want,” he replied breathlessly earnest. “We can walk there together? Around five?”

Mitchell had to suppress a smile at Connor’s immediate agreement. “Actually, how about the Three Broomsticks?” He nudged the other boy’s hip with his own, “A bit more comfortable?”

“Sounds amazing,” Connor breathed out, his hand finally slowly releasing Mitchell’s robe.

And…it kind of did.

Sebastian, waiting impatiently in the doorway, knocked his knuckles against the doorway, drawing their attention towards him.

He raised an eyebrow, “Coming lover boy? Or should I leave you and boytoy here and tell McGoogles you’re missing class to get some dick?”

And just….fuck Sebastian. Mitchell was going to murder him.

Mitchell gave him a dangerous stretch of lips, tilting his head slightly. “Be there in a second, Sebastian.”

His cheeks flaming, he briefly turned back to the other boy to say goodbye only to be surprised that Connor….was in nearly the same position of harsh, reddened cheeks.

“I’ll see you later,” Connor quickly got out, the words all pressed together and nearly incomprehensible.

“I’ll…see you later,” he agreed, a coy smile taking place on his face. Connor, already a bit lightheaded, nearly fainted at the sight. “See you Saturday.” 

And with that, he left. 

And with that, Connor was left standing after him, staring after him. 

And in the background, rolling her eyes, Katie Gardner shared a quick high-five with Professor Dare.