it is the most annoying feeling ever

i-prayed-to-you-cas  asked:

Perfect is.. It's... I just.. I just don't even know what to say. It's stunning. Reading this gives me the same feeling as coming home after a long day or taking a nap and feeling at peace or watching how the word is changing colors when its covered in the gentle light of sunset and I just wish for everyone to find love you described. I feel like with every story you're just getting better and better and I'm loving everything you create (sorry if me constantly comenting is annoying but i just?)

Holy cow this is like…some of the most poetic feedback I’ve ever gotten! Thank you so much!!!!! 

(And lord please never ever EVER apologize for sending gorgeous amazing comments like…I live for this stuff, seriously, comments make my DAY)

I’M TRYING TO GENERALLY UNDERSTAND

WHY LANCE STILL THINKS THAT KEITH HATES HIM SO MUCH

LIKE DUDE, DOES THIS LOOK LIKE THE FACE OF SOMEONE THAT HATES YOU?

WHEN YOU TOLD HIM THIS

DID HE LAUGH IN YOUR FACE AND SAY YEAH, BYE BITCH! NO, HE SAID THIS

DID YOU NOT SEE HOW CLEARLY HURT AND SHOCKED THAT MADE HIM, THAT YOU WOULD EVEN THINK THAT YOU’RE NOT AN IMPORTANT PART OF THE TEAM?

HE EVEN TRIED TO SIT OUT ON A MISSION FOR YOU SO YOU WOULDN’T FEEL LEFT OUT

WHEN YOU DEFENDED HIM

LOOK AT HOW HAPPY AND SOFT HE WAS

WHEN YOU WERE IN THAT POD, WHO WAS THE MOST IMPATIENT FOR YOU TO COME OUT

YOU’RE LITERALLY THE ONE PERSON HE LOVES TO BE SO PLAYFUL WITH AND TEASE

YOU EVEN BECAME HIS IMPULSE CONTROL MAN, COULD SOMEONE THAT HE HATES DO THAT?

THE ONLY THING KEITH HAS PROBABLY EVER HATED YOU FOR IS FORGETTING THE MOMENT YOU BOTH GREW CLOSER TO EACH OTHER AND THAT’S SAYING SOMETHING

THE ONLY REASON HE EVEN GETS REMOTELY ANNOYED OF YOU IS BECAUSE YOU KEEP ACTING LIKE YOU HAVE SOME TYPE OF RIVALRY

KEITH LOVES YOU AND WANTS TO BE CLOSE WITH YOU LANCE, JUST ACCEPT IT ALREADY

Random Questions For LGBT Ladies #LGBTask

Below are some questions pertaining to LGBT+ women, conveniently categorized. Have others send you random numbers (there’s 130 of them), or simply answer them yourself. Please reblog!

SEXUALITY & COMING OUT:
1. How do you define your sexuality?
2. What pronouns do you use to identify yourself?
3. At what age did you first suspect that you are sexually attracted to other girls?
4. At what age did you come to terms with your sexuality?
5. Did you have an “aha I like girls” moment or was it more of a gradual realization?
6. How did your sexuality make you feel before you came out?
7. How did you become comfortable with your sexuality?
8. At what age did you first come out?
9. Who was the first person you came out to? How did they take it?
10. Do your parents know about your sexuality?
11. How out are you?
12. Do you now identify as something different than when you first came out?
13. Was anyone surprised when you came out or did people seem to already know?
14. Has coming out lost you any friends?
15. How soon after meeting someone do you usually tell them about your sexuality?
16. How difficult do you find it to sympathize with straight women?
17. Have you ever wished you were completely straight?
18. Agree or disagree: Everyone is at least a little bit gay.
19. If you are not a lesbian, about what percentage of the time you find yourself attracted to other girls?
20. Do you think it is possible to be a true 50/50 bisexual, or is the percentage always skewed towards one gender?
21. How often do you find yourself trying to sneak a peek or staring at a cute girl?
22. How accurate is your gaydar?

RELATIONSHIPS & DATING:
23. What is your current relationship status?
24. What is the longest relationship you’ve been in? Are you still with that person?
25. Do you remember anything about the first time you kissed another girl?
26. Are you a virgin? If not, what gender did you lose your virginity to?
27. What is your ideal first date?
28. What personality trait are you most attracted to?
29. How flirty are you?
30. Would you ever want to get married, if not already?
31 Do you want have children someday?
32. Would you ever want to give birth?
33. How often are you asked if you have a boyfriend?
34. Have you ever liked or dated a girl with the same name as you?
35. Have you ever been on your period the same time as a girlfriend?
36. Have you and a girlfriend ever been mistaken for sisters?
37. Have you ever been in a long distance relationship?
38. Have you ever dated a guy?
39. Has a girl ever dumped you for a guy? Have you?
40. Has another girl ever hit on you?
41. Have you ever had a crush on a straight girl?
42. Have you ever had a crush on a woman who’s significantly older than you?
43. Would you ever date a trans woman?
44. Have you ever had a profile on a LGBT dating website or app?
45. Where do you think is the best place to meet a potential lover?
46. Do you consider yourself a hopeless romantic?

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:
47. Have you ever cut your hair super short? If not, would you ever want to?
48. Is your nose pierced?
49. What is your opinion on septum/bull nose piercings?
50. Do you have any tattoos? If so, of what and where?
51. How muscular are you?
52. Are you or have you ever been a tomboy?
53. Have you ever been told that you don’t look gay, or that you’re too pretty to be gay?
54. Have you ever been mistaken as a dude?

FASHION STYLE:
55. Do you wear skirts and dresses? If so, how often?
56. Do you wear high heels? If so, how often?
57. How much jewelry do you typically wear?
58. How much makeup do you typically wear?
59. How often do you wear a bra?
60. How often do you wear flannel?
61. Have you ever worn a suit?
62. Do you wear any shoes such as combat boots, Doc Martins or Timberlands?
63. Do you carry a purse?
64. Do you wear any hats such as snapbacks or beanies?
65. Have you ever worn any men’s clothing?
66. Have you ever dressed in complete drag?
67. Have you ever shared clothes with a girlfriend?
68. If you want to get married, do you think you will wear a dress?

ENTERTAINMENT:
69. Who is your favorite LGBT celebrity?
70. Have you ever watched The L Word?
71. Have you ever watched Will & Grace?
72. Have you ever watched RuPaul’s Drag Race?
73. How well do you feel LGBT women are portrayed on television?
74. Do you listen to any LGBT musicians (i.e. Tegan & Sara, Melissa Etheridge, Chely Wright, Elton John, Sam smith, George Michael, Adam Lambert)?
75. Do you watch any LGBT YouTubers?
76. Do you have a favorite LGBT themed movie?
77. Do you have a favorite LGBT themed blog or website?
78. Do you read any LGBT magazines?
79. Have you read any LGBT themed literature? If so, do you have any recommendations?
80. Is there such a thing as “good” lesbian porn?

THIS OR THAT:
81. Boobs or butts?
82. Beer or wine?
83. Ellen or Portia?

BEING (SOMEWHAT) RANDOM:
84. How much do you like cats?
85. Have you ever been to a gay bar or a gay club?
86. How many LGBT friends do you have?
87. Do you have any LGBT relatives?
88. Have you ever used any words (or variations of) such as lesbian, queer, gay, or homosexual as a password?
89. How outdoorsy are you?
90. Have you ever driven an SUV, Jeep, or pickup truck?
91. How many rainbow items do you own?
92. Have you ever celebrated National Coming Out Day (Oct. 11)?
93. Have you ever participated in the National Day of Silence?
94. Have you ever attended a GSA (Gay Straight Alliance) type of club?
95. Have you ever attended a PFLAG (Parents & Friends of Lesbians and Gays) meeting?
96. Have you ever attended a gay or lesbian wedding?
97. Have you ever been part of a softball team?
98. Do you skateboard or longboard at all?
99. Do you play any video games?

FROM 1-10, HOW ATTRACTIVE ARE:
100. Muscular women?
101. Women who wear glasses?
102. Women who are covered with tattoos?
103. Women who are covered with piercings?
104. Curvy/plus-sized women?
105. Women with short hair?
106. Highly intelligent women?
107. Tall women (i.e. around 1.83 meters/6 feet or taller)?
108. Masculine/butch women?

GETTING SERIOUS:
109. What does equality mean to you?

110. Do you consider yourself a feminist?
111. Do you eat meat at all?
112. Are you religious at all?
113. Did you vote for Hillary Clinton?
114. How do you feel when platonic female friends refer to each other as girlfriends?
115. How do you feel when people use the word gay to mean things such as stupid, dumb, boring, or idiotic?
116. Are you comfortable with terms such as lezzie, lesbo, dyke, homo, or tranny?
117. What are your views on gender identity and bathroom use?
118. Do you have any opinions on LGBT people in the military?
119. Have you ever been called a gay slur?
120. Have you ever been queer bashed?
121. Have you ever been discriminated against because or your sexuality or gender identity? If so, please explain.
122. Does it really get better?
123. How did you feel on June 26, 2015?
124. How accepting of LGBT people is the city/community you live in?
125. Have you ever tried to “pray the gay away”?
126. How annoyed are you with how heteronormative society is?
127. What LGBT stereotype do you most disagree with?
128. Is there anything about the LGBT community that you wish you knew before coming out?
129. What advice would you give to a girl who is struggling to figure out her sexuality?
130. What advice would you give yo a girl who is struggling to come out?

call out post for capricorn

stop. being. so. controlling. you guys hate when things don’t go your way and it’s actually the most fucking annoying thing like chill out. also, stop pushing people away because you’re afraid to get too close. it’s a stupid idea and we all know your biggest fear is to end up being all alone, so stop ruining everything before things even begin to flourish. and maybe you guys should talk about your feelings for fucking once. all of you like to pretend that nothing ever bothers you and everyone perceives you as someone that doesn’t give a fuck about anything but you actually give the most fucks. you guys are so emotional and prone to breakdowns, but you never let anyone in… and if you do actually talk to someone you regret it not even a second after because being emotionally vulnerable is terrifying to you. also, you want to know why you’re single? it’s because you have this unrealistic checklist inside your head and if a person doesn’t meet all the requirements then you won’t give them a chance. you guys pretend you care about personality but really you just care about your image. you would never date someone you don’t find incredibly intelligent and sexy - you want to be with someone that makes you look good, not feel good. and that’s why all your relationships end up failing, too. you’re so busy making sure that everything is perfect that you fail to realize you’re destroying yourself. you guys need to stop controlling everything and just chill out. fix yourself because you’re a whole mess.

+ other signs.

“I promise to hold you when you’re cold or when you just want to be held.

I promise to always kiss you goodbye.

I promise to take you on cute dates. Museums, concerts, fancy restaurants and the shitty ones too.

I promise to surprise you with flowers or your favorite candy.

I promise to kill the spiders although I’m terrified of them as well.

I promise to always touch you gently.

I promise to listen to you.

I promise to hold your hand when someone stares at you for too long.

I promise to never go a day without telling you how indescribably beautiful you are, and how insanely lucky I am to call you mine.

I promise to always encourage you and your singing, I promise to always be your #1 fan.

I promise to be there on days you cry whenever you are reminded by the fact that your mom gave up on you so easily, and how she was embarrassed by the fact that you love me.

I promise to work everyday to be a better person, for you and for myself. I want you proud of me.

I promise to never force you on rollercoasters no matter how much I want to see your face on one.

I promise to write about you, you’re my inspiration.

I promise to watch Spongebob with you when you’re in a bad mood and you’re just wanting a laugh.

I promise to make stupid jokes so I can see your beautiful smile.

I promise to take pictures of you doing absolutely nothing because thats all it takes for you to be the most captivating human I’ve ever known.

I promise to carry you when you don’t feel like walking.

I promise to jump in front of anyone who tries to hurt you.

I promise to watch your chick flicks, they annoy me, but you don’t.

I promise to tease you just to see you pout so I can kiss your pouty lips and see you smile afterwards. Knowing I have that power, is the most rewarding thing.

I promise to sing to you although I sound like shit.

I promise to put my book down whenever you’re wanting to talk. My attention is yours whenever you want it.

I promise to always defend you.

I promise to wait for you. People say its too hard on your heart, but whats harder is imagining my life without you in it.

I promise to be open with you about how I feel even if its hard for me. You taught me to lay everything out there because I don’t know when I’ll ever have that chance again.

I promise to be different from every other person you’ve ever known, every person thats walked out on you.

I promise to tell everyone I come across how lucky I am to simply know you.

I promise to love you unconditionally.

I promise to be your safe place forever.

I promise to never make you feel like your feelings are invalid.

I promise to remember every important date of ours.

I promise to kiss every place you’re insecure about.

I promise you that every lyric, every person I come across, every sunset, will remind me of you when I go days without speaking to you. I miss you so much that I look for you in everything I see.

I promise to be 100% without a doubt, completely yours.

I promise to never give you a reason to not trust me.

I promise to play the guitar for you even with my slight fear of playing in front of people.

I promise to always make sure you’re warm.

I promise that you’re safe as long as you’re with me.

I promise to call you randomly when I miss your voice.

I promise to make life fun, so be ready for adventures, memories, and more memories.

I promise to give you your space whenever you want it.

I promise to write you cute poems, and give you a lot of forehead kisses.

I promise to rub your arm with my thumb because I know how much you love it.

I promise to brush your hair whenever you get out of the shower if you’re too lazy to.

I promise to go out of my way to make sure you feel safe all the time.

I promise to love you so much it makes people sick.

I promise to watch scary movies with you that I’ve already seen so I can cover your eyes when I know a scary part is coming up.

I promise to be grateful for your love every single day.

I promise you that I won’t give up.”

—  I’ll be here when you come back

Hands down, one of the most annoying things ever in fanfics is J.A.R.V.I.S. obeying literally anyone despite Tony’s direct order to keep the goddamn doors shut because ‘they’ (most of the times Steve) know what’s best for Tony and clearly he cannot just fuck off to deal with his problems within the confines of his sanctuary (read workshop). Like wtf? 

the signs and crushes
  • aries: passive aggressive flirting, might overdo it but it sometimes works out for them, feelings either last a long time or just come and go
  • taurus: chill about it, doesn't know what's going on, is the happiest when they spend time around who they like
  • gemini: kinda indecisive, might overestimate just how much they like the person and get into something they end up regretting, but super loving and sweet if it's genuine
  • cancer: completely lovesick, overthinks everything and might go overboard with jealousy but they have the best intentions
  • leo: so many flirty jokes, won't tell their crush how they feel but will get upset about being ignored, whiny & annoying about how much they wanna date them but so so happy
  • virgo: you can never tell with this sign, but the littlest things that their crush does will make their day, tries to keep quiet about it
  • libra: one of the most flirtatious and affectionate when they're crushing, lots of "casual" touches and deep stares, their feelings hit them hard
  • scorpio: gets in way too deep, when they like someone suddenly their crush is all they ever talk about, doesn't even seem like the same person bc they're so happy
  • sagittarius: totally in denial but everyone can tell who they like before they admit it, the type to act on their feelings when it's too late
  • capricorn: nobody can ever tell if they're crushing because they're so lowkey, but if they really like somebody they give them everything they have
  • aquarius: doesn't understand how to talk to them about their feelings, tries not to worry about it much in fear of being too overbearing
  • pisces: a mess tbh but it's kinda cute, looking for something genuine and is willing to put in the effort to make it official if the other person cooperates, always in their feels
Fall For You || Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Fluff


The library was a place you were supposed to be able to go to to study, and usually it was. There was something about sitting by yourself that let you study easier and focus better. Silence filled the library most days and you never had to worry about someone coming and bugging you over something that would be considered a waste of time. That was until you met Jeon Jungkook.

At first he was another one of the bad boys on campus, a title you thought would drop when entering college but somehow persisted for him. He wore it proudly on his chest like the words of others defined who he was without a problem. It was something you had never liked before, but it was different with him. The only reason he had started talking to you in the first place though, was because he had started to crush on your best friend.

The library was a place where you were able to study and learn without anyone bothering you, but it seemed now that Jungkook had started crushing on your best friend, he had recruited you into helping him get her to fall for him. It was like no matter where you ran away to he would always find you and follow you around until you helped him with what he needed.

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u know that feeling where you’re just preparing for the worst and shit keeps happening and things keep trying you and it’s like… rlly hard to think there’s ever gonna be a positive side at the end of it bc fucking god yh man mood

Noises

content: After hearing some suspicious noises coming out of Dean’s bedroom the night before, Sam decides to confront his brother.

word count: 2,088


“Dean, we need to talk.”

Sam’s voice sounds very serious while he leans against the kitchen counter and folds his stupidly long arms in front of his chest, glaring at his older brother with the familiar I-don’t-support-your-life-choices look. He doesn’t even waste his time with a “Good morning” or something similar and that’s always a bad sign.

Dean, however, isn’t really impressed by that. He places the bacon onto the hot pan at a leisurely pace, ignoring Sam completely, until he finally shoots a quick glance over his shoulder.

“And what’s so important at 7 a.m.?”

Sam huffs impatiently. “You know!”

Dean rolls his eyes. “No, I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking.”

Sam fidgets uncomfortably as if he’d rather be somewhere else and doesn’t want to have this discussion at all. And then he starts to gesticulate, flailing his limbs in Dean’s vague direction, and performs a very complicated dance with his eyebrows.

“How about we talk about last night?”

Quite suddenly Dean’s attention is grabbed, but he keeps himself from acting like a deer in the headlights. Instead he clears his throat and asks, a bit croaky, “What do you mean?”

“Well, just look at you!” Sam says, pointing at Dean’s face with an accusatory expression. “There is that stupid grin I’ve seen so many times and I think it’s even worse than ever before. And let’s not even mention that huge hickey on your neck.”

Dean ducks his head and tries forcefully – and highly unsuccessfully – to fight back a blush.

Damn.

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GOT7 REACTS TO: Having a chic s/o

Anon Asked: Got7 reacts to having a chic/savage S/o?

So you’re asking me to do a reaction of Got7 dating me? - Admin Dayna


Mark

While he’s absolutely immune and unfazed to your generally cold shoulder, he likes to be a little extra and fake hurt just to annoy you a bit. He’d laugh off your harsher words like it’s nothing, but put on an entire theatrical death scene to your tamer, pettier jabs.

Your attitude never really hurts his feelings much. You usually only ever act that way in public anyways. During intimate moments you were warmer and far more affectionate then you put off. 

So for the most part Mark just rolls with it.

Originally posted by ultranicolet

Jaebum

It’s like Jaebum is dating Jaebum. 

The entire relationship’s foundation is saying the exact opposite of what you actually mean or do. He’d tell you “I love you” you tell him to fuck off. You’d ask him to do you a favor and he’d just tell you to get tf up and do it yourself… only for him to get up and do it anyways. 

“You know you’re extremely luck to be dating me, [y/n].”

“You say that because you don’t have to wake up to see your ugly face in the morning.”

“It’s this very attitude why I always leave your ass on read.”

Honestly, people outside of the relationship really don’t understand how you guys are even together.

“Alright, I’m ready to go, Jae.”

“… you can’t stand beside me dressed like that, Jagi. 3 meter radius distance.”

“My foot is about to be 3 meters up your ass.”

Originally posted by wellhell0therenicetomeetyou

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It is truly, truly astonishing how fucked up the American school system is. I see posts about it all the time on tumblr, but I’ve sort of been desensitized to it because my parents are both public school teachers and I’ve heard my share of horror stories from them.

But when my mother calls me and tells me she physically had trouble sleeping because of how another teacher treats students she teaches, that it’s weighing her down and making her chest ache, it reminds me again that so much needs to be changed.

Why must there be the pitting of administration against students? My mother is a 5th grade writing teacher at a public elementary school. She received an ‘exceeding expectations’ regard at her latest evaluation. She is one of the most compassionate people I know, and this translates in how she treats her students, as if they are her own kids. There is a particular teacher who is known to have been verbally abusive toward students, made students cry, made them feel worthless for years now. Over and over my mom and some of her friends at work have written multiple statements against him, have had students write statements against him. And nothing is ever done about it.

Apparently two days ago, according to my mother: this teacher forced a student out into the hallway when he was annoyed with him (something he apparently does often, and something that is not allowed). When the student knocked on the door after a while, one of the female students got up to answer the door. The teacher responded with an inordinate amount of rage, smashing the overhead projector in my mom’s classroom to bits, throwing a chair across the room, and proceeding to push the girl to the ground when she tried to go to the school office and get help. My mom says this student is pretty tough and can usually handle anything that comes her way, but she was reduced to tears when she was sent back to my mom. The entire class was upset by the ordeal and have had to write out statements saying what happened. My mom is trying her best to help them to structure their sentences well because a lot of them are ESL (English as a Second Language) students who have trouble with grammar.

The worst part is, the administration was originally defending this guy, assuming the students are in the wrong or are making things up. Of course this teacher denied everything, saying the girl “fell” when in reality he pushed her. My mom is telling me on the phone now how she came home crying and upset because her students are being put through all this and no one gives a shit. There are so much politics involved that administration are walking on eggshells and were going to continue to do so. That was until my mother walked up to the assistant principal and flat-out told her that if nothing was done about this guy she would keep calling and calling and calling–the police, the school department, whoever would listen.

No one should make a child feel this way. No one should make a teacher like my mother feel this helpless. It’s unfair. Children are literally crying and no one is fucking listening.

Preferences: First Meeting/Mate Bond

I got part of this idea from @stherix for when the mating bond snaps, thank you darling. First meeting is for the non-Fae in this preference, which was requested by @fiery-feyre @embracethenight138 and some nonnies

THANK YOU @highladyyfeyre @my-boyo-fenrys and @autumn03 for being my beta team on this, you guys helped so much because I honestly didn’t think this was any good so thank you!

Preference Tag List: @runesandfaes @autumn03 @fiery-feyre @januarystears @caitlyn-blackwell @starzablaze @writergash @illyriangoddess @wyrdtoyourmother (let me know if you want to be added to this tag list!) 

Rowan: 

It snaps right away for him. He smells your intoxicating scent and he meets your eyes and just. Boom. Somehow, in a split second, he is across the room in front of you, his pine green eyes boring into your own with fierce intensity and he purrs, ‘Hello, mate,’ with just the stupidest half smile on his face that you fall in love with immediately. He offers you his hand and bends down low, without taking his eyes off you, to place a kiss on your knuckle. It is a reverent and completely loving touch that sends shivers down your spine and then it clicks for you as well. Rowan’s smile widens because he sees realization dawn in your eyes as he straightens. You take in his tall, strong frame, corded muscles, long white hair, and you murmur, ‘well hello to you too’. 

Rhysand:

It seems like all the air is taken from his lungs when it first snaps. His heart is pounding rapidly in his chest and Rhys feels as if it might explode. His usual smug expression disappears until unrelenting determination and love shine through. He doesn’t even believe - can’t believe - that the Cauldron would grace him with such an exquisite creature as a mate. ‘Mine’ he whispers, more to himself than anyone else. You’re across the room so you don’t hear him and Rhys is pretty sure that you don’t know yet, so he decides to not tell you for a little while. However, that doesn’t stop him from murmuring quietly practically every time he sees you - a smile playing on his face - ‘mine.’

Aelin:

She is completely and utterly shocked when the mate bond snaps. Being half-Fae, she was never completely sure that she would get a mate, much less you, her best friend since she was a child. She frets for days about how to tell you, and ends up showing up at your bedroom door one night, in nothing but an extremely scandalous nightgown. You sputter a few times at the sight, trying not to stare at her though you desperately want to. Aelin mutters, ‘Huh, I thought my mate would be happy to see me with so few clothes’. Your eyes widen because you can’t believe that you might have just actually heard her say that. She has a sly smirk on her face as you take a second to process. Finally, you drag your eyes back to her frame and take your time raking them up and down her scantily clad body. ‘Well if by mate, you mean me, then you would be correct’, Aelin’s smile grows and she pushes her way passed you and onto the bed. Slightly opened mouth but not reluctant in the least, you follow her right away.

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chemistry of an alpha - Derek Hale one shot *smut*

Originally posted by teamsciles

Summary: You didn’t avoid Derek Hale because you wanted to. But what else can you do when you’re falling for your Alpha? 

Pairing: Derek Hale x reader

Rating: Mature for heavy swearing, graphic sexual content 


“Ahem.”

You looked up from your Chemistry homework as you heard a cough behind you. Derek Hale was leaning against your doorway with his head cocked to the side, staring at you thoughtfully. You rolled your eyes and resumed your schoolwork, already knowing why he was here. 

“Go away,” you mumbled. 

“No, I’m good right here,” he announced. You ignored him.

A few beats of silence passed.

“[y/n],” he pressed. You gave him nothing, absentmindedly scanning your notes.

Suddenly, you felt yourself being jerked backwards and around, coming face to face with your intruder.

“What the hell?” you rebuked.

“That’s better,” Derek chimed. “Now, tell me what’s wrong.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you deadpanned, somewhat surprised you could still deflect his questions, given his persistence. Then again, you were always good at avoiding things, a skill useful for dodging the rest of the pack’s investigation. You didn’t back down when Scott offered to give you a ride home just as an excuse to prod you, when Isaac cornered you at your locker with his sad puppy eyes, or even when Allison tried to literally hug information out of you. 

You crossed your arms over your chest and stared stonily at Derek, unimpressed by his interrogation tactics.

You couldn’t even process the next few seconds as he swiftly grabbed the arm of your swivel chair and abruptly pulled you towards him, backtracking to your bed. He sat down so you were eye-level. 

Your eyebrows nearly disappeared into your hairline.  

“Let’s try that again,” Derek enunciated slowly. You crinkled your nose at him because what the fuck is his problem?

“What the fuck is your problem?” 

“What the fuck is your problem?” Derek scoffed. “Even without the pack telling me you’ve been weird and distant lately, it’s obvious you’re not yourself.” 

You cursed inwardly. The pack had ratted you out. You shouldn’t be surprised since everyone basically flocked to Mommy Derek at the first sign of trouble. They were cute that way. 

“Still,” you huffed, shifting uncomfortably in your seat under Derek’s scrutiny. “You didn’t have to manhandle me–”

“Just tell me what’s up,” Derek continued nonchalantly, glossing over your complaint. “Your heart’s beating really fast and you’ve reeked of anxiety for days. If there’s a problem, you’re supposed to tell me. I’m your Alpha.” 

Goosebumps rose along your spine at his words. I’m your Alpha. The phrase echoed in your mind. It manifested in images of Derek whispering it in your ear while he fingered you from behind, rasping it out while he held your head down to fuck your mouth. You closed your eyes, frustrated by how much Derek’s authority affected you. Fucking Alpha. 

“Excuse me?” 

Your eyes shot open. You hadn’t meant to say that out loud. 

“No! I–that wasn’t, um…” you stuttered, fumbling for ways to reverse this conversation, reverse time itself. But there was nothing you could do. Your mind went blank, not granting your mouth any usable intelligence. You felt pressure in your brain, like a blood clot that would explode if you didn’t say something soon. 

In a surge of word vomit, you hurriedly blurted out, “IthinkI’minlovewithyou.” 

And that’s when things came to a screeching halt. So much for deflection. Smooth move, genius. 

Derek looked baffled as his shoulders elevated in tension, eyes the size of saucers. 

“You’re… what?” Derek brows furrowed, seemingly searching your face for any cues that you were joking or high. 

If only. Fuck it, nothing you say at this point could make this any worse. 

“I think I’m in love with you,” you enunciated carefully. “Or–it could be something else. I don’t know. I’ve never felt this way before and it’s really freaking me out. I didn’t know what to do, so I just avoided you. And the pack. And just all of it, in general,” you rambled, wringing your hands together. 

In response, Derek’s mouth parted slightly, his two front teeth peeking out like he was about to say something, but retreated again.

And then emerged the quintessential Derek frown. He was so adorable when he was mad, even when you were the reason.  

“Look, [y/n],” Derek coughed, continuing sternly. “You don’t have to… explain. It’s okay to be confused. I’m not–I’m not mad at you.”

It was comforting that he was also stuttering over his words. Meanwhile, you tried not to swoon at how young and boyish he sounded when he was frazzled. But why wasn’t he more freaked out. He should’ve at least been a little angry. It usually took less than this to set him off. 

“You should be mad!” you assured. “Get mad. I totally deserve it. For avoiding you, then lying about it. And for… being in love with you? Because I know what you’re thinking, these teenagers and their hormones,” you said gruffly, wincing as you accidentally did a poor impression of Derek. He raised his palm up incredulously, communicating that yes, you should indeed be embarrassed.

This was getting out of hand. You were all over the place and the more you tried to clarify, the more agitated Derek seemed to become. 

“This is ridiculous. I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m too young for you and I need to stop kidding myself. I know that… I know,” your voice strained. You weren’t sure what burned more, your cheeks or the stinging behind your eyes. 

The truth is, you did have feelings for Derek. And it was rather terrifying. 

Because it would be obvious to anyone that Derek Hale was the perfect human specimen, with his tall, burly frame and Greek God jawline, armored in leather jackets and boots. That was your first impression when you met him. You, on the other hand, must have looked disastrous.

Before the pack and Derek, you were in a foster care system that left you abused and broken. When you decided to run away, you had no prospects or money. It was Derek that had found you, lost and dying in the woods. All you saw were sharp teeth and red eyes before you blacked out. 

When you’d woken up, you were warm and safe. He had given you the bite, but also so much more. He had taken you under his wing and polished you off, given you guidance and shelter. It took a while to trust him, but when you did, he promised to turn you from a scared runaway into a warrior. And he delivered. 

He introduced you to the pack, the family you never had. He taught you how to defend yourself, showing you strength you only dreamed about. But he also told you to use the bite to help other people, that power didn’t have to be destructive.

When you were human, you cowered away from people, fading into the background. You couldn’t trust anyone, couldn’t even trust yourself. But with Derek’s help, you learned to fight, speak your mind, and trust your instincts.

And therein lies the problem. Every time you were around Derek, every instinct in your body told you to jump his bones. You physically ached for him, your body buzzing with anxiety whenever you tried to stifle your need. 

It wasn’t even just the physical stuff. Underneath his tough exterior, Derek had a heart of gold. You’d seen enough cruelty to know that Derek was the opposite. He was the most generous person you’d ever known, sharing his home with a bunch of misfit teenagers, nursing lost puppies back to health. 

Even though Derek had rescued you, he’d never indicated that he was remotely attracted to you. He just regarded you as another annoying Beta through lectures and demands. Every once in a while, if you reached a new milestone, socially or physically, he would pull you into an awkward hug or stiffly pat your head while you tried to cough away your laughter.

It was obvious he would never return your feelings, so you spent an embarrassingly large portion of day figuring out ways to avoid Derek, which led to avoiding the pack because they were always together. But attendance was required at pack meetings, so you sat as far away from everyone as possible and looked down the whole time, only speaking when directly addressed. 

Everyone was bound to notice your strange behavior eventually. You just didn’t expect Derek to confront you about it directly, assuming he wasn’t into pack drama. 

Once again, you’d underestimated his capacity to care. 

And judging from the way he was clenching his fists and gazing a hole into his jeans, apparently he’d underestimated your capacity to complicate his life. 

The last thing you wanted to was to make things harder for Derek, but this confrontation resulted in exactly that.

“Look, let’s just pretend this didn’t happen, alright? Everyone has psychotic episodes sometimes,” you laughed nervously. “I won’t avoid you anymore–unless you want me too. I’ll leave you alone. Or, should I move out? Yeah, I’m going to move out. I’ll just go now, sorry.” 

Without even looking at Derek, you rushed to your door, wiping the dew that had gathered at the corner of your eyes. You reached for your doorknob, but staggered backwards as you felt a hand close over your wrist. You yelped and closed your eyes as you gracelessly collided into something solid.

Your arms tucked into your chest, instinctively protecting you from the impact. You opened your eyes when you felt a breath fan over your forehead, and realized that Derek had you cradled against his chest with an arm locked around your back.  

“Derek, what–” 

“You’re not going anywhere,” he grunted as he slammed his lips to yours. 

Your went catatonic with shock, body rigid in Derek’s arms. 

You were in Derek’s arms. Derek Hale’s arms in that blue Henley shirt that felt so soft and warm against you and his mouth, full and moist, pressing against yours–

You were broken out of your trance when you felt Derek’s wet tongue graze your chapped bottom lip. Oh. 

You unfolded your arms and threw them around his neck, lunging forward to finally comply with his movements. Your tongue snaked out to meet his, eagerly applying pressure and then retreating again, battling then teasing. Derek signaled that your efforts were fruitful as he growled into the your mouth, the sound traveling from the back of his throat to your core. 

It was all dueling tongues and gnashing teeth. Of course this is how Derek would kiss, intense and ardent, almost clinical in the way he switched between squeezing your hip and biting your lip. 

And then oxygen was becoming an issue. Your body felt warm, too warm. Too much was happening too fast. You placed your palms against Derek’s chest, using all your strength to shove him away. 

He faltered backwards, a look of astonishment twisting his features. 

“What the hell?” he asked. He glared at you, but you could only focus on his chest as it heaved up and down, trying to calm your own breathing. 

“Are we doing this?” you asked, voice wavering with emotion. “Because you’re still my Alpha. And I’m still a teenager.”

“You’re 18,” Derek deadpanned.

“I’m still in high school!” Derek’s gaze softened as you raised your voice. 

You just couldn’t just rush into this. This was too important. You needed to know Derek’s intentions, because you didn’t just want a hurried groping session, a one night stand. You wanted all of it, all of him. Anything less would just cheapen your feelings. 

For once, you actually believed that you deserved better than a guy just using you and throwing you away. And this is what Derek taught you, to stand up for yourself. It’s not that you believed Derek would take advantage of you; you just needed some confirmation that this was real. 

“I know that,” Derek approached you again. You promptly straightened out your back, trying to hold your ground. 

But your voice betrayed you, folding under the weight of your next question, “Then, why did you kiss me?” 

“Because I don’t care anymore. I can’t keep pretending there’s nothing here,” he confessed, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, delicately caressing your forehead in his path. You leaned into his palm. 

“Oh… wait, then, what are you saying?”

Derek exhaled.

“I mean… I don’t know. It wasn’t always like this. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I always knew you were strong, I knew it the moment I found you. Then one day, something changed. You changed. You weren’t that same girl anymore. All of a sudden, you became this intelligent, self-possessed, beautiful young woman. And I couldn’t just keep patting your head and pretending things were still normal between us.”

You bit your lip and looked down. 

“So, it’s not just me, then? You felt it too?” you asked shyly, too afraid to look at him. 

Derek nudged your chin upwards with his knuckle, using his thumb to stroke your jaw. 

“Definitely.” He granted you a small smirk, his eyes twinkling. 

That was all the confirmation you needed as you charged forward to press your lips against his and snaked your arms around his waist, pulling him flush against you. Derek responded immediately by fisting your hair and cupping your jaw, enveloping you into his warm embrace. 

You felt around for the hem of his shirt, lifting the edge of the material. Derek pulled away as you raised it over his head and threw it aside. You panted while you took him in, admiring the smattering of dark chest hair that decorated the hard planes of his chest. The rest of him was smooth, aside from a treasure trail that disappeared behind his jeans.

In a surge of confidence, you decided you wanted him to see you too. You stepped back and lifted your tank top over your head, leaving you only in a red bra. 

You heard Derek inhale a sharp breath. You were slightly disappointed when he maintained eye contact with you, the veins in his neck straining against his skin, like he was still trying to be respectful. 

You walked towards him and grabbed his wrist, guiding his palm between the valley of your breasts. You eyelids fluttered shut as Derek’s hand slowly drifted down your torso, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin just below your belly button. 

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” you admitted airily. “I finally have you.” 

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Derek’s said, voice gruff with earnestness. No one had every spoken to you this way. 

You felt your chest flush as you scoffed, whispering, “Not as beautiful as you.” 

When you opened your eyes, Derek was looking at you somberly. He reached forward and brushed your hair away from your face and kissed you tenderly, much softer than before. You were pliant against him, curving and arching into him every time he moved. Your hands found his hips, squeezing the defined flesh before you started to unbuckle his belt. 

You palmed Derek over his boxers, his hips bucking involuntarily into your hand as he groaned into your mouth. Pulling away, you trailed your mouth over his jaw and neck, sponging open mouthed kisses down his chest and abdomen until you were on your knees, eye-level with his erection. 

“[y/n], you don’t have to,” Derek protested. He palmed your jaw upwards to look at you. You grinned up at him. 

“I know,” you said, slowly stroking him. “I’ve just always wanted to know what it’s like to suck off Derek Hale.” 

You gave no warning before you took the head of his shaft fully into your mouth. You watched Derek throw his head back and hiss. 

“Fuck, [y/n],” Derek cursed. He reached down and placed a comforting hand on the back of your head, his fingers combing through your hair. 

Any sort of encouragement was highly appreciated at this point, because even looking at Derek’s cock was intimidating. You weren’t exactly surprised by his considerable size, especially since his bulge always gave him away. But nothing you’d imagined could’ve prepared you for the real thing.

Noticing the prominent vein underneath his shaft, you lifted his cock vertically. You satisfied your urge to kiss him along the feature, trailing your mouth up to his tip. 

“What are you doing? Are you… fuck, that’s so hot,” Derek complimented, his tone gravelly. You smirked, looking up at him through your lashes. 

“You’re too pretty not to kiss,” you teased, but it was completely true. You licked a stripe up his shaft. Taking a deep breath, you stretched your mouth open as far as you could, taking in all of him. Or really, as much as possible, which was about half. You pumped the remaining portion, palm twisting up and down. 

“Oh my god, [y/n], where the fuck did you learn to do that?” 

You giggled. “What, this?” 

Gripping Derek’s thighs to anchor you forward, you bobbed your head back and forth, sucking him off while you continued to stroke him.

Derek’s responded with a fist tangling in your hair, guiding your head against him. 

It was turning you on so much that you were affecting Derek that you slipped a hand into your shorts, rubbing yourself over your underwear.

You reminded yourself to breathe through your nose while Derek filled you. Derek Hale was inside of you and nothing else could ever be this important. 

You couldn’t help but moan against Derek’s cock as you pleasured yourself, using your other hand to fondle his balls. Profanities tumbled incoherently from his lips as your moans vibrated against him.

You stopped suddenly when you felt him tug your hair backwards. Derek fell out of your mouth with a little pop! as you pulled away. Derek grasped your shoulders and pulled you up to stand. 

“If you keep doing that, I’m not gonna be able to hold back,” Derek warned, pressing his forehead against yours. He affectionately stroked your cheek with him thumb. 

You felt giddy, beaming with delight and a twinge of pride. 

“Who says I want you to hold back?” 

You could’ve sworn you saw Derek’s eyes flash red. 

“Trust me, sweetheart. I could make you regret those words.” Derek’s voice was rough and scratchy, the tone sending shivers up your spine. 

“You sure about that? Let’s find out,” you challenged, the thought of Derek dominating you jolting your senses. 

Derek softly chuckled. “Let’s save that for next time.” 

Next time. Derek wanted a next time. 

“Right now, I want you to undress.” 

Your mouth went dry at his command. There was that authority you loved so much. 

Hooking your thumbs into your waistband, you bent over and slid the material down your legs, stepping out of them. You were now clad only in a pair of black panties and a red bra. You passively regretted your choice to forego matching underwear. 

But Derek didn’t seem to mind as he blatantly stared at your legs, giving you a once over. He walked towards you, staring directly into your eyes. 

You whimpered when Derek’s thumb pressed to your bottom lip, folding the flesh under, the gesture prompting you to part your mouth. 

“So beautiful,” he whispered. He leaned forward to kiss you, slowly and softly. This was a sharp contrast to the way he suddenly swooped down, still attached to your mouth. You yelped at his sudden movements, arms wrapping intuitively around his neck. He grabbed the back of your thighs to lift you up into his arms. 

He held you to him as he started walking, an arm locked around your waist, the other grasping your neck to keep you in place. You were ridiculously turned on that he could carry you so effortlessly. 

Derek descended and you felt your knees touch the mattress. He sat down with you in his lap. You continued exploring his mouth, your hands trailing his back. You scorched his shoulder blades with scratches you knew would heal seconds later. 

Your actions elicited a grunt from Derek, who was also engrossed with your back. You felt the rough pads of his calloused fingertips knead forcefully, his aggression causing you to arch away in bliss. With a tweak of his fingers, you felt him undo your bra. 

You broke away, observing Derek while you nervously slid your bra straps down your arms, your hands shaking. Derek’s tongue flicked out against his lips as he admired you, his immediate reaction easing your worries. He wasted no time, littering kisses down your chest, palming your breasts. You threw your head back and moaned.

“You’re so perfect, sweetheart,” Derek rasped as he nuzzled your neck. You felt over-stimulated with Derek rubbing you and kissing you simultaneously. Needing to relieve tension, you involuntarily started grinding on Derek’s lap, pressing your panty-covered sex over Derek’s thick erection. 

You moved together, Derek guiding you back and forth with his hands on your ass and lips on your collarbone. You clung to his broad shoulders for support. 

When Derek suddenly bit down on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, you gasped in pain and surprise. You were already healing. The gesture actually felt intimate and romantic instead of violent, a throwback to the first bite Derek ever gave you. Even now, when you were tangled in his limbs, he seemed afraid that you would slip away. 

“Mine,” he whispered into your neck.

He was trying to mark you. 

“All yours, always been,” you promised. 

You burrowed your face into his neck, returning his affection by lapping at his skin, not feeling brave enough to bite your Alpha. 

“Please, Derek,” you pleaded, trying to communicate your desire. 

“Shh,” he murmured. “Don’t worry, I got you.” 

Giving your ass one final squeeze, he slid his fingers into your underwear, spreading your wetness along your slit. In response, you dug your fingernails into his shoulders as you desperately rode his hand, your desire becoming frantic. 

Suddenly, he pulled his hand away. You whimpered at the loss of contact, but then cried out when Derek slipped your panties to the side and entered you in one swift motion. 

“Fuck!” you exclaimed as Derek filled you to the hilt. After letting you adjust, he moved slowly, holding onto your hips as he glided in and out. You felt his cock stretch your walls, clenching your thighs every time his tip grazed your g-spot. Derek was everywhere, around you and inside you. 

His hands were restless, alternating between gripping your hips and tugging at your hair. His teeth grazing against your nipple left you a squirming mess above him. You cradled his face and leaned forward to kiss him. Arching your back, you gave your hips leeway to meet Derek’s movements. 

“That’s it, baby. Ride me,” Derek urged.     

His command rang in your ears. It thrilled you that Derek was giving you control.

You braced some of your weight on your knees, ascending from Derek’s lap. Using his shoulder’s for leverage, you raised yourself just until you reached his tip, then slammed your hips back down. You picked up your pace, trying to match Derek’s earlier momentum.

“Is this how you want me?”

Derek growled his approval.

His encouragement made you feel sexy and wanted even in your fervid state. You could hear the distinct slap of your ass against Derek’s thighs reverberate through the expanse of your bedroom. The assault from Derek’s mouth left your chest decorated with red bruises. Your breasts bounced in rhythm with your exertions.

One of Derek’s hands gripped the flesh of your ass. The other reached behind you to clamp down on your shoulder, helping you descend down his enlarged shaft.

“Are you close to coming?” he asked. He reasoned with you so calmly that you were actually embarrassed by just how close you were. You felt a knot tighten just below your stomach and you knew you would burst soon.

You couldn’t even formulate an coherent response, resorting to just emphatically nodding your head.

He relinquished his hold, reaching down to rub your clit. His rough fingertips fervently moved against your sensitive nub, the stimulation breaking your rhythm. Derek took over again as he wrapped an arm around your waist to hold up your thrashing form as he pounded into you.

“Derek… Derek!”

You cried out as your walls contracted, your eyes screwing shut as you reached your orgasm. A few erratic pumps later, Derek was joining you at your peak. You climaxed together, him groaning into your chest while you hung on to his shoulders. 

Your body shook as you came down from your high, your head hung low on Derek’s shoulder. Your body felt so numb, you couldn’t even figure out where you ended and he began. Your sweat, breath, even skin seemed to melt together. Derek rocked you back and forth in his lap, combing his fingers through your hair and cooing mantras of “shhh” and “I’m here, baby” into your ear.

Derek did what he always does–he took care of you.

“So,” you mumbled, finally breaking the silence. “That just happened.”

Derek snorted. 

“Hey, [y/n]?” 

“Hmm?” 

You sat up to look at Derek. 

“I’m in love with you, too.” 

You merely blinked at Derek’s admission, completely caught off guard. Were you still delirious from your orgasm or did Derek Hale just say he loves you? 

What?” 

“You heard me,” Derek quipped, avoiding your gaze, opting instead to fiddle with a strand of your hair.

“But… you know you don’t have to say that, right?” you nudged his face to look at you. “I know we just had sex, but I didn’t put out to force you into saying ‘I love you’ back. Like I said, I don’t even know for sure if I love you–”

“That’s fine,” Derek interrupted you, cracking a smile. “Really, it’s okay. I still love you. And you can say it back when you’re ready. I can wait for that.”

“Really?” you asked shyly. 

“Of course,” he rolled your eyes, his attitude evoking a giggle from you. 

“Aww, what a sweet Alpha,” you playfully taunted as you ruffled his hair. 

Derek immediately stiffened, his hand lashing to grab your wrist mid-ruffle. 

“You know what? I take it back,” Derek heckled, smirking. “I don’t love you.” 

Your jaw dropped at his quip. You were sitting in Derek Hale’s lap, naked, while he made flirty banter. You faced murderous supernatural creatures on a daily basis and this was the most bizarre moment of your life.    

“Is that so?” You squinted your eyes at him. “Well then, I’ll just have to find myself new man. Actually, I think Scott just came home, and since he’s the true Alpha–”

Derek suddenly grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you forward, pressing his lips to yours in an impassioned kiss. You smiled against his mouth, slightly entertained by his possessive nature. Even though your favorite werewolf couldn’t take a joke, you wouldn’t change a thing. 

Derek Hale was finally yours.  

“Draw me like one of your French...boy ?” - Jason Todd x Reader

I’ll never get tired of writing thing with Jason (the best Robin FIGHT ME ON THAT !). Hope you guys will like it :

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-Can you flex your back muscles please ? 

How could you just ask questions like that without even flinching ? Or blushing at least ? Err. Those were stupid questions, and the answer was very simple : you didn’t like him that way. For you, he was just a friend. Just a friend who accepted to get down in his underwear for you, so that you could practice anatomy. Totally normal. That’s what friends were for. Helping. 

-Great, thanks Jason. That’s great. Wait, turn just to your left a bit…yeah, perfect, thanks. Oh, do you want a blanket or something ? 

-No. No thanks. I’m fine. Just a…little swift of cold wind that’s all.

“Just a little swift of cold wind”. Yeah. Right. Your hand brushing his bicep when you angled his body like you wanted, that’s what made him shiver. But hell was he glad you thought it was because he was cold. 

You were just his friend. His extremely talented friend. His extremely talented friend he was in love with. Oh bugger, he was in for a treat…

It was very rare, that Jason found himself speechless. Or that he was afraid to ask a girl out. After all, like his father, Bruce Wayne, he was quite the ladies’ man.

He never found it hard to ask for someone’s number, or if they wanted to go get dinner with them. But with you ? Well, with you, it was different. And he didn’t really know why…Maybe because he was genuinely in love ? Because this time, if you said “no” to his date proposition, he had everything to loose ? 

You entered his life quite randomly. He was running in one of Gotham’s park and as he ran around it multiple times, his eyes couldn’t help but notice you, sitting in the grass with a sketchbook and a pencil…Especially because you kept staring at him when he was going by. 

Curiosity got the better of him, and after a seventeenth tour of the park, he stopped to stretch…right in front of you. And you kept staring, making him uncomfortable. He was never uncomfortable ! On the contrary, he liked when girls looked at him. He liked it a lot. But you…God he felt uneasy. 

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peachycurtis  asked:

hi could you do a hc for the guys learning to drive? love your blog btw<3

this is going to be a wild ride from start to finish, may be the most accurate thing i write ever

Darry

  • darry is just a naturally good driver 
  • goes into driving confident as FUCK 
  • actually feels like he is cool because of it too 
  • when he first starts driving, he is that guy who will dead leave you in a fucking hail storm if you don’t have gas money 
  • somehow gets better 
  • road rage 

Sodapop 

  • oh my god this kid
  • for a guy who is working at a car shop you still don’t know how to fucking drive 
  • i would actually be scared to be riding with this kid when he is first learning to drive 
  • he tries so hard when he first learns how to drive but then he just gave up and did his own thing 
  • which is not a good idea 
  • 100% sure he hit a mailbox while trying to eat a hamburger and drive 

Ponyboy

  • tries to do literally everything perfect 
  • when darry and soda are in the car with him he will NOT even think about starting the car unless they are all buckled up 
  • barely presses the gas but slams his breaks because he gets scared 
  • probably leaves the car for 10 minutes when darry yells at him 
  • this boy is so stressed 

Steve

  • steve is not a good driver
  • he is better than soda 
  • if you get in a car with steve you’ll probably have 3 panic attacks from all the wild shit he pulls but you will make it out alive 
  • screams if he goes over 70mph 
  • very aggressive driver 

Two-bit

  • i actually think two-bit was nervous when he first learned how to drive
  • two-bit dead was probably one of those kids who were like “um why would i need to drive i don’t go anywhere hahah!11!1!”
  • he ends up going everywhere 
  • pretty good driver 
  • i also feel like he would be an aggressive driver to but he doesn’t pull some extra wild shit 

Johnny

  • johnny has only drove a handful of times and they were all with dally 
  • johnny is actually fucking shaking though because dally is hardly paying attention to the fact that jOHNNY HAS NEVER DROVE BEFORE CMON MAN 
  • he drives like an old man 
  • is the most patient driver ever to exist 
  • likes driving but rarely gets to do it 

Dallas

  • fucking awful
  • never learned how to properly drive 
  • “rules to the road are for PUSSYS”
  • dallas would be that annoying prick who doesn’t use turn signals 
hotel fever; shawn mendes

a/n:

You: Shawn’s got a fidget spinner, what a meme.

Me, an intellectual: great fic content

I’m kidding! This was actually an idea thought up by my muffin @xbetter-than-wordsx, and it was so cute that there was no way I was letting it slip.

This is a fucking imagine with Shawn’s new fidget spinner, and I am an actual living and walking meme.

Drop your discourse in my ask box friends, I hate myself already.

(It’s cute af tho read it - I’ll edit later)

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“You got the goods?” she asks, sitting up from the bed with a tired smile on her face.

She’s halfway through The Outsiders for the third time, and as Ponyboy walks back from the outdoor cinema, Shawn walks through the door. He’s carrying a paper bag, water bottle and a white object. She frowns as she throws her legs off of the hotel room bed.

Brooklyn had been good to the couple so far, well, it had given her a cold in the middle of summer, but she didn’t really mind because she got to see Shawn for a bit (Even if she did have a mind numbing head ache)

Shawn closes the door with a welcoming smile “I did, got papped though”

“Shit, Shawn-“she sighs. Breathing in a sniff, she sends Shawn a look of frustration. “You should have let me get it” she says, and he walks over to her and places a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Its fine, you’re sick, and anyway I met some fans on the way, and got given this-“he holds up a white three point object. She frowns, and suddenly the frustration at him being caught by the paparazzi slips away, because Shawn is beaming down at her, and in his large, god like hand he’s carrying a fidget spinner.

She makes a face of complete confusion, and then she giggle’s thickly, covering her mouth as she falls back onto the bed.

She’s still laughing as Shawn spins the object with a goofy grin. “It’s kinda fun”

“It’s a fidget spinner! My 15 year old brother has one of those!” she cries, and as she sits up she finds that Shawn has put the paper bag on the counter, and is spinning the object with a child-like glee in his eyes.

She sit’s and watches him for a bit, legs dangling at the end of the bed and palms splayed out behind her, and she sees Shawn’s brown eyes light up with an idea.

“Ooo babe, watch!” and he’s on the bed in seconds. His body bounces into the mattress, and as she flies into the air a giggle erupts from her chest, and it’s so strong that she starts to cough. “Who-“she coughs, giggling. “Who gave you that?”

“A fan-“Shawn starts, facing the ceiling. He’s lying with his back on the mattress, and the hotel light shines down on his giraffe like frame. She’s thinking he’s prettier than the sun, and as goofy as a 12 year old. “-said I had to get down with the times” and he grabs her arm as if she wasn’t looking at him already. Then he turns up to her.

“Watch me-“he speaks, and he licks his lips with a wink. “Your boy is talented” and he puts the object on his nose. “Noo!” she cries. She sniffs a laugh “My boy is a goof” she says, and she’s sitting next to him now, legs crossed and her (his) sweater pulled down around the cuffs.

“Watch watch watch” he repeats, and reaching up he spins the object and it twirls around his soft button nose, a little wiry sound sifting through the air. “Babe watch”

“I’m watching!” she says, giggling. “No look! No hands!” and he lifts his hands up into the air, letting the object spin on his nose as he pulls all of his facial features into himself. “You’re such a dork” she laughs, and Shawn turns his eyes up to her as his body stays stark still.

Then, spurred on by her giggling, he laughs, causing the spinner to slip off of his face.

“Awh! A disappointment! So much talent, wasted” She jokes, faking a saddened expression. “Well, looks like I can-“

“Not so fast babe, I’m just warming up” and as he goes to lift the spinner to his nose again, he turns to her. “Lay down” he orders.

“What?” she laughs. Shawn suddenly sit’s up, and in her sick state she’s blinded by his speed. “Wow, slow down-“

“I wanna try something”

She frowns up at him, and looking from the spinner to his pleading brown eyes, she pulls her bottom lip into her mouth and chews on it.

“Lay down, please” Shawn pleads again, and his eyes are swimming in liquid persuasion. He’s a talking puppy dog – all in his big brown eyes and pouting lip. Yet she holds firm “No”

“I wanna try and transfer it from my finger to your nose”

“What? No!”

“Babe it’ll be funny”

“And when you blind me?”

Shawn sits and blinks at her for a second. Then he shrug’s with a grin “For the cause”

“No-“she starts, but he’s already up off of the bed. Suddenly his hands are on her ankles, and she kicks him away with a giggle before he yanks her down.

She falls flat onto the sheets, causing her jumper to yank up her chest and hood to slip up behind her. “Shawn!” she cries, but he’s laughing as he leaps back onto the bed.

Shawn crawls up her body and straddles her, causing her to let out a sharp snort of air as he sits on her chest. “You’re so heavy!” she laughs, trying to wiggle out of his grip and he cackles “It’s all muscle baby!” and with a conniving grin he leans down and starts to tickle her bare sides.

“No-“ she laughs, thrashing about. Shawn’s laughing like a mad man, a grin so big on his face that his cheeks hurt and he carries on his relentless pursuit. “-s-stop!” she cries. She tries to grab at his biceps but he’s moving so fast that she can’t seem to find them in her cough medicine infused gaze.

“Let me spin it on your nose!” he calls out. “No!”

“Then um not gonna stop!” and he shoves his hands under her (his) jumper and finds her armpits. A look of panic flashes across her face “No Shawn!”

“Let me and I’ll stop!” and it’s relentless, the tingles slipping through her chest. All of her will slips from her veins, and the feeling is so strong and sharp that she lets out a defeated sigh and “Fine!” slips from her lips.

Shawn stops immediately. He grins like he’s just won a playground argument, as if it was his turn to use the skipping rope and Danny Dawson had taken it without his permission. “Now stay still”

“You’re the most annoying person ever” she sighs, letting herself relax on the bed. “You love me” he speaks, and his voice has dipped down to a concentrated tenor.

It’s thick, croaky, and she shouldn’t be feeling the way she does as Shawn slips a fucking fidget spinner on her nose. As the plastic meet’s her nose, he grins like he’s won a prize. “Don’t move”

“What-“

And he’s reaching around to pull his phone from his back pocket as she lies on the bed with a bloody fidget spinner on her nose. Then Shawn turns around and points his phone at her, the words “And people say I’m not talented” falling from his lips. “Shawn – NO!” She cackles and she’s shoved his phone away before he could snap a picture.

The spinner has fallen from her nose, and as his phone clatters onto the mattress, she grabs his free hands in protest. “I hate you so much” she speaks, shaking her head with a sickly grin on her face. Shawn’s laughing so hard he has to clutch his chest “You love me” he then grins.

“You’re an actual meme, you know that right?” she asks, raising a brow and he licks his rose lips.

“I dunno what you’re talking about-“He then grins, and he dips down, brushing his button nose across hers. The giggles leave her system “I’m sick, don’t kiss me”

“Um not gonna-“he speaks, swallowing. Her eyes graze across his bobbing Adam’s apple, and she doesn’t realise she’s still clutching his hands until he shoves them into the bed behind her. “-well not your lips anyway” he speaks,  leaving soft wet kisses across her jaw, and his plump lips meet her neck just as she releases a content gasp.

aaaAHHHHH he’s such a cutie, I wish I could have him 😪
Enjoy some nightcrawler headcannons.
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Kurt Wagner headcannons:

-Plays the innocent card, but behind doors is the COMPLETE opposite.

-Like dead serious, this man has worked wonders on you.

-The cutest little bean to exist.

-Sometimes feels ashamed because of his different looks, so you’ll have to step in and reassure him that his looks don’t matter.

-Will stay up for you as late as you need if you’re upset.

-Like really, if you’re depressed, he’ll bring you anything you want/ need.

-Hates to see you cry.

-Tbh he probably cries with you, because seeing you cry makes him cry.

-This man has a heart of gold.

-Will give the shirt off his back to make sure you’re okay.

-He may seem like he won’t do much, but if you ever hurt anyone he loves, he’ll make you think twice about him.

-Loves playing with your hair, it’s really soothing to him.

-10/10 innocently asks for you to do the same.

-Loves to tell you tales of the circus and all of his travels.

-Accidentally tells you the same stories over and over again, but you don’t have the heart to tell him.

-Loves singing German lullabies to you, it reminds him of his happy days.

-Cuddling for Kurt is like therapy to him, especially when he’s had a tough day.

-Always looks for your opinion. He takes every single one seriously.

-This relationship is built on a VERY strong bond, there is so much trust its scary.

-Keeps most of his emotions to himself because he’s afraid that he’ll annoy you.

-You later find this out and gently scold him for not trusting you enough.

-Sex with him is a big thing. It makes him feel so vulnerable, so being able to open himself that much shows how much he trusts you.

-Speaking of which, if you ever tell a lie to him it hurts him so much. Like he’d never do that to you, so why would you ever do it to him.

-This will hinder your relationship causing major trust issues for him.

-Really wants kids, but knows that it would never happen because you’re two different species.

-This thought depresses him because he loves you so damn much that he craves a family with you.

-If you guys do get to that level, you’d adopt.

-Would move to Germany so his child can experience where he’s lived.

-If you don’t feel comfortable moving to a whole new country, be prepared for traveling, because you’re definitely going to his motherland.

-He really wants to teach you the basics of German. This makes him excited because he’ll be able to have a conversation in a language he’s so used to.

-10/10 the cutest person you’ve ever dated.