it turned out i was just really bored

Auction AU Part 2


Here’s the first part  ! I recommend you read it before this part, or else it won’t make much sense.

Sorry this took like, ten million years. Thanks to everyone who messaged me and said they liked the first part, it always made my day <3 

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    The relief only lasted so long once he realized that yes, no more old-leopard-print lady (thank god), but still there’s a date with someone. A stranger.

    Jack’s barely held decent conversations with his teammates, how would a date with a stranger work?

    It wouldn’t. No way.

   Feeling like he’d just survived a brutal game, Jack took a few seconds to gather himself. He wiped the condensation from his forehead (he really hoped no one had noticed), slowed his breathing, let his jaw unclench. Once his fingers became steady enough he fixed the cuffs of his uncomfortably hot suit.

   “Fuck it,” He shucked the jacket off entirely. It felt good until he lifted his arms- “Ugh.”

   Pit stains.

   For a moment he struggled with what to do: If I wear the jacket I’m uncomfortable and sweating more, but if I don’t people can see the sweat and thats embarrassing and-

   “Jack!” Someone from management tapped his shoulder, “This way, the kid is waiting on stage right.” She gave him a brief once-over, “Put on the jacket.”

    With a somewhat relieved nod, he slipped the jacket back on and wished for a calmer heart-beat.

     The wish didn’t come true, of course. It rarely did.

    They approached the stairs leading off the stage.

    This kid must like you. They bid on you. They spent money for a date-thing-whatever with you. Just smile. Act like a normal-

   “Hi!”

   -person.

   “Uh, hi.”

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The Hound was right, she thought, I am only a little bird, repeating the words they taught me. (Sansa, AGOT)

Arry was a fierce little boy with a sword, and I’m just a grey mouse girl with a pail. (Arya, ACOK)

i like the contrast between these two personas. sansa has always been courteous and pretty but its not until kings landing that her natural disposition becomes her  tools for survival. even after the lannisters betray and abuse sansa she’s expected to be joffreys grateful betrothed. she has to smile and dress well and say everything that is required of her. 

arya adopts a somewhat similar persona when she’s a prisoner in harrenhal. she becomes a mouse, nonthreatening and vulnerable, just like her sister. the major differences are defined by status. while sansa is in a cage for display arya is in a maze wheres she’s just another pow. sansa recites pretty words arya quietly observes. arya wears scratchy grey clothes, sleeps in straw, and scrubs harrenhal until her hands bleed. 

Sansa stalked away with her head up. She was to be a queen, and queens did not cry. At least not where people could see. (Sansa, AGOT)

I won’t cry, she thought, I won’t do that. I’m a Stark of Winterfell, our sigil is the direwolf, direwolves don’t cry. (Arya, ACOK)

sansa rarely compares herself to any animals and even when she thinks she’s a little bird its not even her own thought. animals are not particularly relevant to her experiences. she prefers things like songs and social status. her bird-esque behavior also predates her hostage crisis and exists after the fact. this is another huge difference. arya constantly uses animals as symbols throughout her journey. but the direwolf is the one she always comes back to in the end. 

I am a direwolf, and done with wooden teeth. (Arya, ACOK)

Be brave, she told herself. Be brave, like a lady in a song. (Sansa, ASOS)

again, this is reflected in their castle(/prison) escapes. arya relies on her wolf instincts for survival. but those would have little use in sansa’s situation. i think another factor her is that arya’s actually been inside a wolfs head. she is connected to nymeria, body and soul. sansa’s bond to lady was severed before she got inside her wolf’s head. but ultimately i think its just a difference in personality. 

A lady remembered her courtesies, and she was resolved to be a lady no matter what. (Sansa, AGOT)

I’m not a lady, Arya wanted to tell her, I’m a wolf. (Arya, ASOS)

anonymous asked:

Mermaid AU's for OTP's?

  • Character A has always had an intense fear of the ocean. They grew up hearing stories of creatures that lured humans in and drowned them. Character B has always been fearful of the land. They were taught to be cautious of the humans, or risk being captured. One day, Character B gets caught in a net and calls out, drawing in Character A. They both must work through their distrust to get Character B free.
  • “I’ve lived in this lake since I was born, and I’m not going to let a bunch of landwalkers come take it over for the summer, even if you seem nice enough and- wow… really cute” AU
  • Character A is the only heir to the throne and is being pressured into finding royal suitor. Thing is, Character A doesn’t want to get married. So, to spite their parents, Character A seeks out the royal mermaid that frequents the shore. Their parents never said rhe suitor had to be human.
  • “Mermaids’ tails change color when they blush, but you don’t know that’s why it’s happening and so you keep stroking it in fascination, and so it keeps changing colors. I don’t know if I want you to stop or not” AU
  • It was rumored that a siren could only be drawn in by another siren if they were destined by fate to be together. Character A is a siren that traded their tail for legs years ago, but then hears a beautiful voice from the ocean, telling them to go back.
  • “You have to stay quiet, because the people of my village are on a hunt for you, but they have no idea that I’m hiding you in my bathtub. Thank god I live alone” AU
  • Character A comes from a long line of merfolk that can transform into humans, but they have to turn back about once a month, or else they get incredibly sick. Character A was busy with school and work and forgot about visiting the lake until they collapsed and woke in the hospital. Now they have to somehow convince the nurse to either let then go or take them to the lake.
  • “I sing when I’m bored and one day, you showed up. Now you think I’m going to try to drown you, but I’m actually just feeling really lonely, wanna hang out?” AU
The Fitting (Part 13)

(Secrets are getting harder to keep and Jungkook’s jealousy and insecurity are taking a toll on him.) 

Warnings:  9500+ words.  Oral. Intercourse.  A little more realism than I think some people will be expecting.  


You didn’t want him.  At least not tonight.

 That thought rattled through Jungkook’s mind as he sat in the back of the taxi on his way home.  You had refused him because you wanted to be alone.  Because you weren’t in the mood.  Jungkook closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the seat while he tried to process what had just happened.  You had refused him before, when you were worried about being caught by others at work, but you always made arrangements to sleep with him later.  Tonight was different.  Tonight you refused him, not because you were afraid of being seen, but because you simply didn’t want him.

 It wasn’t supposed to be this way.  Jungkook had planned this first date so carefully, making sure to take you to an out of the way neighborhood so you could relax and not worry about being seen.  He picked the most expensive restaurant in that neighborhood for dinner because he wanted to show you he could appreciate the finer things, that he had money to spend on you, that he wanted to treat you like you were special.  He read dozens of movie reviews before picking that stupid, boring foreign film where everyone was rambling on with lengthy speeches about god-knows-what and all the money was spent on costumes and none on special effects.  

He hated those kinds of movies, but he knew you loved them and the most important thing was that you have a good time.  And you really did seem to be having a good time.  

 Meeting your cousin had been an unexpected hiccup at the beginning of the night – but Jungkook was actually grateful for it.  Although the interaction was uncomfortably awkward, meeting her meant that the relationship was one step closer to being public.  One person close to you now knew your secret.  Jungkook anxiously awaited the day when everyone close to the both of you knew that you were a couple.

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Warnings: violence, jealousy, possessive jerome, its not smut but like its pretty frisky. WINK WINK

A/N: Sorry for the wait. I had severe writer’s block and I just really hope you all enjoy this. This kind if turned out longer than I expected.

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Your finger lightly traced the rim of your glass as you nodded your head to the beat of the music. You looked particularly bored, well because you were. You wanted some action, something entertaining so you decided to stir up a little bit of trouble. You grabbed your drink and took a sip out of the tiny black straw then looked over at the ginger sitting next to you. You smirked remembering all the crazy times you two have went through together.

It had been so…boring since the red head died, but now that he was back it was time for some fun. But before Jerome died you two had a thing but it was never really established, kind of like friends with benefits. Jerome had an eye for you and it was pretty obvious because he made it clear to everyone. He would constantly flirt with you and would be very touchy feely with you. You didn’t mind of course because you had a “little” crush on him, but you liked to keep it to yourself because you were quite the fan of the playing hard to get game. No, fuck that. You were a tease.

You set your drink down and stood up from the bar stool and quickly pulled down your rather short dress. “Hey, J?” You called him in a sweet voice pressing your body against his. His arm snaked around your waist and he looked up at you with the cutest puppy eyes accompanied with his extended smile.

“What’s up, cupcake?” You smiled at his little nickname name for you.

“Will you dance with me?” You asked in a rather innocent voice, pushing a couple of stray hairs back into his neat hairstyle.

“See, I would princess, but ole’ Romey here isn’t much of a dancer.” Jerome said and you rolled your eyes and pouted. “Alright then. I’ll find someone else.”

You broke away from Jerome’s arm and walked over to the dance floor, making sure you were swaying your hips a little more because you knew he was watching you. The beat of the music slowly started to consume your body making your hips swayed seductively to the lyrics. You let all your worries go and you felt like you were living, of course with a little help from the previous drinks you had before making you feel tipsy.

“What’s a beautiful lady like you doing here by herself?"A very smooth male voice asked in your ear. You turned around to get a good look at him and he was very attractive. Tall, dark hair, perfect smile, dimples and hazel eyes. You smiled and your hands found their way to his abdomen slowly sliding their way up to his shoulders. Pulling him down to your level you whispered in his ear: "Dance with me.”

You turned around and felt his hands rest on your hips, gripping them slightly. Jerome had to do a double take to make sure what he was seeing was actually happening. The stranger pressed his body to your backside to where you could feel his member. You felt Jerome staring bullets into your soul but you continued to grind against the attractive stranger. The whole time you were making eye contact with Jerome. His jaw was locked and his fists were clenched, but he was still sitting in a relaxed position. You felt his lips softy graze your ear lobe.

“Come home with me.” You heard him whisper in your ear. As if on cue Jerome stood up from his seat and made his way over to the both of you shoving and bumping the people that were in his way.

Jerome didn’t hesitate to grab you by your arm and yank you away from the stranger. If looks could kill you would be dead. The guy you were dancing with was none too pleased either. You had to give him props though, he wasn’t scared or at least he did a damn good job of hiding it.

“What’s your problem, man?” It was evident that the guy was highly annoyed from his tone of voice.

“The problem is you, buddy!” Jerome’s tone was very cheerful but you knew he was fuming, and it was just what you wanted. You looked around and noticed that everyone had been focused on the dispute between the two.

“Listen here, I hate to break it to ya, but,” Jerome leaned into closer to the guy’s ear. “She’s not interested.” Jerome started to cackle uncontrollably until the stranger shoved him.

“Oh, that wasn’t very nice.” Jerome sounded like a parent chastising their child. He quickly pulled out a gun that he had his his jacket and pointed it to the man’s head. Then without hesitation, Jerome pulled the trigger.

You were still processing what just happened before you were being dragged out quickly by Jerome. He shoved people out of the way trying to get to the exit.

The exit door swung open because you and Jerome bursted through. The cold Gotham weather hit your legs making you shiver and regret wearing such a short dress. You soon found yourself being slammed against a hard brick wall in an empty alleyway, the only thing that could be heard was the club’s music and the late night city traffic.

Jerome had you pressed against the cold wall with no room to move. His face was inches away from yours giving you a stare that felt like he could see everything you were thinking. You avoided all eye contact with him because you felt guilty, but also so submissive and quite frankly it turned you on.

“Look at me.” Jerome ordered in a very soft voice but you silently refused. “Look at me!” He yelled making you jump. Jerome took his hand and grabbed your face forcing you to make eye contact with him.

“I’m-I’m sorry, Jerome.” You apologized quietly. You didn’t know if it was the drinks or the fact that he could possibly kill you but you felt tears running down your cheeks.

“It’s a little late for sorry, princess.” Jerome wiped your tears, intentionally smearing your makeup in the process. “No amount of tears will help me forget tonight. You know, I’m very disappointed in you” Jerome continued to chastise and tease you, making you wonder what he’s going to end up doing to you.

“You’ve been a very bad girl, and I think you need a punishment.” Jerome leaned in and started to bite on your neck making you bite your lip holding back your moan. His hand slowly trailed down your side and soon found its way under your dress, rubbing your very sensitive area in circular motions.

This was going to be a long night

The fight (part 1) // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: Shawn an Y/n have a massive fight resulting in Shawn leaving when he’s about to go on tour the next day.

Authors note: so excited for this *screams internally*

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I slammed the front door shut, making Shawn know I had arrived home. I chuck my bag on the couch, storming into the dinning room where I find him with his laptop, papers messily arranged on the glass table.

“You think I wouldn’t find out,” I seethe, my hands angrily twitching at my sides.

“Hello to you too,” Shawn snaps, not looking up from what ever was on his screen.

“Do you even care?” I ask, walking closer to him, now with my arms folded across my chest.

“Care about what?” Shawn murmurs, eyes still locked onto the computer screen.

I let out an angry huff, turning away from him completely and walking out the room.

“Y/n?” I hear his voice call but I continue, walking into our shared bedroom, the bed that he hasn’t slept in for around 5 nights. He hadn’t bothered coming home as he had spent so much time at the studio recently, he thought he might as well sleep there.

I roll my eyes at the thought. It felt like we weren’t even properly together. We hadn’t talked, hadn’t seen each other for way too long for it to be healthy for our relationship and then for me to find out he was going on tour tomorrow from one of my friends, it made my blood boil. 

I shrug my jacket off my shoulders and hang it on the coat rack in the corner of the room before moving in front of the dresser to take my earrings off in the mirror.

I place them in a box, returning my gaze to the mirror, Shawn’s figure reflecting in the mirror of him standing by the door frame.

“Yes?” I ask, my tone clipped.

“What do you mean I don’t care?” He asks, folding his arms across his chest like I did previously.

“I know, Shawn,” I say, glaring daggers at him. 

“About what?” He asks, chucking his hands up, desperation creeping into his voice.

“About tour. Tour that starts tomorrow,” I say, my voice breaking at the end as I feel the weird sensation of tears filling my eyes.

“Oh… that,” Shawn mutters, turning away from my gaze. “I was going to tell you,’

“Really? Were you?” I ask, feigning hope.

“Of course,” He says walking over and sitting on the bed.

“Thats so sweet of you to tell me that you were leaving for 3 months just as you were walking out the door,” my tone is sickly sweet as I shoot him a fake smile.

He groans, flopping back on the bed.

“Do you know who I heard it from?” I screech, anger fueling my fire.

“Who?” he says, almost as if he was bored with the subject.

“Andrew. He goes ‘are you excited for Shawn’s European leg of tour’?” I give him another look of fury. “’Of course’ I go ‘when is it?’ Then I receive the look of pity when he says tomorrow. TOMORROW SHAWN!” 

He winces at how loud my voice is in the quiet apartment.

“I can’t help it if tour takes me away from you. You knew what you were getting into when you first started dating me,” He tries to reason.

“Of course I knew what I was getting into Shawn, what I didn’t know is that you wouldn’t tell me about when you were leaving, if you were actually coming home for dinner some nights or if you were actually still in the same country as me!”

A tear slips down my face and I wipe it away angrily, hating to show weakness when he didn’t even seem the least bit affected.

“I get that you have to tour, I understand, but god Shawn seriously, not even a text saying hey I’m staying at the studio tonight- not coming home for dinner, don’t bother cooking me anything otherwise it will just be wasted and I’ll have to chuck it away,” My point seems to change, now attacking his lack of contact with me.

“I was busy,”

“You’re always busy!” I sob, my voice rugged as I try to get the air flowing into my lungs which feel like they’re being constricted. “I go to sleep at night wondering if I’ll wake up and you’ll be there. Surprise, surprise, You’re not,” I laugh, the sound harsh against my ears.

“I can’t do this right now, I have to get ready for tour,” Shawn mumbles, never once meeting my bloodshot eyes, walking straight out the room

“Well hey, thanks for at least telling me that this time!” I yell out to him, exuding fake happiness. 

“You’re welcome!” Is shouted at me, the slam of the front door being the goodbye. For how long, I didn’t know.

And I know that my poetry usually makes no sense, it’s a thing called love that compels us to keep reading. Would you care to know why my favorite color is red? I used to have a friend named Kevin and it was his favorite color. He was the flamboyant and most colorful of us in the group. Popular with the ladies and loyal to his friends. I was the one in the backseat laughing to their thoughts when I really had none of my own. Maybe that’s why I enjoy writing so much. Maybe that’s why I love the color red. He painted his room red once, I remember things changing right around then. The drugs were getting a little heavier even with his teenage youth, the drugs will rip right through you. Painkillers will kill your emotions, you don’t want to feel a thing. I can relate to Kevin, I fucking love painkillers too. I shut myself off from everyone, but occasionally I enjoy the company. I’m awkward and my thoughts are kinda dim, so I always liked being around him. Are you familiar with the literary term foil? A foil is a character who contrasts with another character in order to highlight particular qualities of the other character. I feel like he was like that for me. I always saw myself as a little too blue, I wanted to be something worth loving, I wanted to be a little more like him, I want to kiss life into everything, I wanted to live, I wanted to be more than a shadow of a group of peers that did drugs and listened to melancholy and nostalgic techno after school hours. I don’t know how he’s doing or what he’s up to. The last thing I heard was he’s into needles now. Rumors plague this tiny town, we were raised from imperfections and we grew up to taste cigarettes that numb our gums. He had the kind of laugh that made you want to be his friend. It’s funny though, none of my friends initially liked me. Until they got to know me, empty and hollow, a sponge– the one who listened to the problems, never really any of my own. I get lost in my thoughts, I know. My poetry is scattered, I know. I don’t convey structure or rhymes, I don’t hide in between the rules. My words are more scribbles than they are truly masterpieces. Would you like to know why I write? I used to know someone that said the shoreline was like a bed and naps were always possible– she waited there everyday for inspiration. She would tell me the tiny stories inside of her head that had nowhere to go, it’s funny. I never really listened to her, I just enjoyed the company of love and to be loved. Love, what is it? When I wrote my first poem for her, I didn’t know where it came from or why I wanted to write it. I just knew that I had to write it. It had to be done. I had to read it to her. Let me tell you, if your first poem was a love poem, it was probably the most cringe thing you’ve ever created. Ever. Period. But still, I loved it. It was bad, but it had feelings. You always miss the feeling more than you do the person and that’s the saddest thing I’ve ever had to realize. It really shouldn’t be, but it is. You never really understand your mistakes until it’s just you. You only want them back when you’re alone. It’s been so long, I don’t keep track of the days anymore. Hell, she’s married now. I shouldn’t be writing this. She’s going to read it anyway. It doesn’t matter at this point. I guess she left poetry inside of these palms for good measure, she loved attention. A lot of it. The more, the better. Maybe I stopped paying attention. Maybe I got too comfortable. Maybe that’s why I love writing poetry, in a way it just means that I still love her. Lost kids who didn’t know how to love, another foil. You know, I never really liked to read books until I met her. She had a smile made from your doggy eared books, you know, your favorite line you always had to reread or quote during a conversation. She had the kind of laugh that made you want to get in on the joke even though you were the one telling it. I loved that laugh almost as much as I loved Kevin’s. I don’t talk to these two anymore, I don’t remember much about the memories, only the feelings that they left. You can’t find loyalty amongst pill users, they always use. Trust me, I know. I’ve been swearing off painkillers for months. You won’t find a love like that again because every relationship is unique in its own way. You can’t recreate the old flames with your new ones. You need to move on. I haven’t really lived life. Maybe you’re just like me. Maybe you’re stuck at a job that you don’t like and maybe life just doesn’t make much sense. So you blackhole more drugs to ease the disaster that is you. Nothing hurts, you just don’t want to remember anything that might hurt– right? It really shouldn’t be, but it is. I listen to music more often than I converse with people. Music influences my soul in a way that people cannot. I just turned 24, but I’m still a little confused about who I am. Does any 24 year old have their shit figured out? Do you ever feel like your dreams and aspirations are slowly dying? I’ve always felt like an old man. I’m boring and I don’t dance too much, the only thing good about me is my writing. It’s the only thing I’m half decent at, but I hate that too. I don’t answer anonymous questions anymore because I feel like my thoughts aren’t good enough. How can I help you if I can’t even help myself? Red rose petal poetry pressed onto the stove kind of writing– it really shouldn’t hurt, but it does. I’ll always miss the days when things were simpler. I didn’t care as much. I didn’t smoke as much. I didn’t think as much. It was just simple. No hard facts, just some stupid kids getting high behind a dark house and running into ghosts in every room. No broken hearts, just some teenagers who wanted to figure love out with a knife in hand waiting to hug each other. I’ll pry the knife real slow and we’ll call it love kind of love, ain’t it love? I love you doesn’t even sound right anymore, so I’ll say nothing. I miss my old friends, but we’ve changed so much– I wonder if they’ll even recognize me. My life is insignificant and minuscule, but we must all seek to find our purpose, to bring meaning to the clutter, and to add more fire to the chaos that is life. I don’t want to die angry, I want to die with a smile. You don’t get to do anything twice, you don’t get to correct your mistakes– so make enough for your self-reflection drunk nights. You don’t get to unlove people, so pick the right ones to fall in love with– don’t worry, you won’t need to remember all of their names, just the feelings. You don’t get to unfriend people, they’ll always be a part of you. A part of who you are. A part of who you will come to be. I keep slipping into the darkest parts of my mind and call it a life. I’ve been reading this book and it told me to dig deep. Why do I write? Why do I enjoy the burn of love? Over a few thousand poems, but 99.9 percent are indeed about love. Why do you want this kind of life? Well, darling– These words are as much yours as they are mine.
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To the Meta Writers...

… despite currently feeling like SPN doesn’t deserve all the effort you’ve put into meta-ing this series - because you know this series far better than certain show writers - and I trust you to love and care for our characters a million times more than I trust them; reading through all of your speculation, hopes and interpretations has really made this season enjoyable. 

Thank you. You put so much time, effort, and yeah - love into doing this, and I just wanted you to know, you are appreciated for it. Sometimes it’s hard when you’re a shipper to see anything but that ship, but meta writers give perspective to it, remind us of character arcs and development, and that ultimately, what we want is to see these characters we’ve come to love grow, and be happy. I’ve been (quietly) following a few meta writers this season, and hugs are due to you all, but especially to my go-to metas: @awed-frog​, @tinkdw​, @bluestar86​, @elizabethrobertajones and @mittensmorgul​. Thank you; I don’t have enough thank yous for all you’ve written.

And if it turns out that we were all wrong, that the show really is only about two brothers driving off into the sunset unfulfilled, and that gay love won’t pierce the veil, well, fuck it; that’s just boring, and unimaginative. We’d have obviously been baited if that’s how it ends, because there is no way all of the meta writers that have been seeing the same things have been imagining it. 

Thank you, meta writers; you are loved for what you do xx

Well fuck. I finally made Jasper’s AU sheet. For a while now it seemed like an elusive as fuck thing that was never going to get done, but I at last got my butt into motion and did it! And… its ok. I like Lapis and Peridot’s sheets way more, but eh. Whatcha gonna do? Anyway, here we go with this…

1. UF Jasper
2. Guard Jasper (Reverse/Diamond)
3. Momswap Jasper (Gravity Rises/Momswap)
4. Permafusion Jasper (Anti-Gravity/Permafusion)
5. Kid Jasper (Relativity/Gem Kids)
6. Swap Jasper (Swap AU)

So yeah I think I like Momswap Jasper most out of these, though really I’m pretty damn pleased with how the hair on all of them turned out. Fucking Kid Jasper is ill proportioned as hell and I had no idea how to fix that so fuck it. Who cares. Guard Jasper’s pretty boring, though I like Permafusion Jasper’s sort of “lost” look (because in that AU, she’s neutrally aligned and just wanders around or whatever). And short haired Swap Jasper is pretty adorable if you ask me :) 

Chapter One [Beyond the Sunrise, LMMxReader]

Summary: The stranger from the diner is more familiar with your family than you realized.

Word Count: 2,377

Warnings: Slow burn, mentions of drinking?

Authors notes:  Sab - Guys. Dreams are coming true (specifically, mine). This is the first chapter and we are so excited to share with you guys! Mostly because pre-ITH Lin is my spirit animal.

Ren - You guys have no idea how excited we are for you to finally dive in with us into this story! Sab and I have a ~thing~ for pre-ITH Lin and the way this story flows when we write kinda speaks for itself. We really hope you guys enjoy it as much as we do!

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“Mom, slow down- What do you need me to do?” You thanked the universe for having a slow day at your job when your mom called. Those phone calls were never calm or short, but today she sounded especially nervous. “Ava? Is she okay?”

I got a call from school, hon, they asked to pick her up earlier, something about a stomach or a headache, I don’t remember.” You rolled your eyes at your mom’s neglect and how it never changed, even after having three daughters. “Since your job is closer to Hunter and I’m on the other side of the city I was wondering if-

“If I can pick her up? Sure, I’ll have to talk to my boss but we’re having a slow day anyway.” You took a deep breath after listening to your mother giving you instructions on how to find your way inside Hunter like you have never been there, hanging up on her after a quick goodbye.

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Prompt #2: Jughead Jones

[A/n]: I usually try to post imagines, preferences, etc. on whatever day new episodes come on unless the show is in between seasons. Once again, I have never read the comics, so I’m basing everything off of whatever has happened in the tv series.

Word count: 430+

Status: Edited


“You can’t sit there all day.” You turned around with tears in your eyes to see Jughead Jones looking down at you. You swiveled back around to look at Jason Blossom’s memorial which was in front of his locker. It was decorated with flowers and notes and a couple pictures here and there; one of them included you. It was fairly recent which hurt even more. Who knew that only a few weeks after it had been taken he’d be gone.

“I’m serious, [Y/n]. The janitors lock up at about 7:30. If you’re not out of here before then, you’re out of luck.”

“This isn’t a joke, Jughead,” you scoffed. “Do you even know what it’s like to lose someone who’s so important to you?” You asked with obvious bitterness as you continued to stare at the memorial.

You heard him sigh, and soon after felt him sit beside you. “Yes I do, actually.” You turned your head to look at him, and his eyes bored into yours. “I was friends with this guy once…Archie Andrews. We met in elementary school and we clicked–” he snapped his finger, “just like that. Now Archie and I weren’t just friends, we were best friends. Sometimes he would even sneak out in the middle of the night to come hang out with me in my tree house. He was a cool guy, really. Oh, and he had the most beautiful twin sister. I had never really been into girls, or anyone for that matter, but, God, was she gorgeous.” You broke your eye contact with Jughead to look down at Jason’s memorial again. “The three of us would hang out together every day, but then everything changed. One week. It took one week for everything to fall apart. And do you wanna know why?”

“Jughead…” you trailed off.

“I couldn’t tell you.” You looked back at him. “So tell me, [Y/n]. What happened?”

A sigh left your lips. “Jug, people grow apart all the time; me, you, and Archie were no different.”

“Yeah, but you’ll always have Archie, and he’ll always have you. You guys are twins. I don’t have either of you; I’ll probably never have either of you again.” You didn’t know how to respond. You had no clue Jughead had felt that way about the three of you breaking off into different friend groups.

“Jug—" but he cut you off.

“Save it. You didn’t care when you canceled on the road trip, so why should you care now?”

MONSTA X SCENARIO: What kind of kissers and cuddlers they have

I can’t even believe I’m posting this reaction, I have been writing it since february! And let me know if any of you live in Tennessee, I’m going to move next month.


Shownu: Even with all his manly way, Shownu would love to make you his pillow and to look at you with a smile on his face and eventually say “you’re so cute”, but in reality he’d be the cutest. At sleep time he’d be the big spoon, but actually would (falta um verbo aqui) almost on top of you and hug you too hard without realizing it. And all this would happen away from the public looks, after all, hold your hand and kiss you on the cheek would be the most he could do.

His kisses at the first would be soft and gentle, his hands on your waist (not too low), he’d prefer pecks, but with the time he’d give deeper kisses, like when he comes home after a long tour and presses you against the hall’s wall, one of his hands on your face, while your tongue fight against each other.

Wonho: When it comes to Wonho would be really difficult to say what is the exact type of cuddle he has, because he’d be very variable, all would depend of his mood. Some days he simply would be playful and like to tickle you and then give you a hug and kiss all over your face, already in others he’d simply like to watch a drama movie with his head on your lap while you play with his hair, and other days would be more than cuddles.

He’s the one who always pull you closer and starts the kiss, would pass his hands all over your body and mess your hair while sucks and bites your lips. He’d love to give you a lot of pecks, playing with you and getting you even a little angry.

Minhyuk: He’d love cuddles way too much, to have you on his arms, feeling your presence and smell, but, unless he’s tired, Minhyuk wouldn’t be quiet for a long time, would want to touch, kiss, tickle and mess your hair. And in the end cuddles with him would be the best thing ever.

His kisses would be really cheesy, he’d like to give you several baby kisses and kisses on the cheek. He would have a radiant smile on his face (because he’s a ball of sunshine). He’d kiss you a lot and in the most random moments and then say ‘I love you’, ‘cause he really loves you and just wants to be close to you all the time.

Kihyun: I imagine him being a little shy and taking some time to get used to cuddle you, and even after years of relationship he’d be careful. Not that he doesn’t like it, but he wants to give you and have his own personal space, but in the end he’d hug you tight (in the bed or the sofa) and watch you while passing his hand through your hair and face.

When we talk about kissing, I can see him talking more than doing it. Like, he’d be really nervous to start a kiss and would be shy about it too, and things would happen in a slowly away, until Kihyun get used to it. And when this boy gets used… Get ready because almost every kiss will be intense and passionate.

Hyungwon: You all know… nap cuddles! Hyungwon looks like the type who wouldn’t like to cuddle all the time, he has his own space and wants to keep that almost always, but when you two go to bed he’d see you as his teddy bear and keep you close. He’d be this guy who would show affection not with skinship, but with actions, like trying to cook breakfast for you or put an umbrella on your bag (cause he knows that you would forget it).

About kisses, he loves it. His kisses are really gentle and soft because every single kiss is special to him and he wants to show you his feelings through it. Passionate and intense kisses would happen after a long time without seeing each other or after a world tour and I feel like he’d need to feel you, your body.

Jooheon: This guy wouldn’t care if you are at home, at your parent’s house or even in a restaurant, he just wants to cuddle with you the most he can, because every time you two have to be apart from more than one day he’d miss you so much that he will compensates you all at once. He’d love to back hug and squeeze you, would keep looking at you all the time and then give you a lot of kisses. Big spoon or small spoon? It doesn’t matter for him if you are there.

And talking about kisses, Jooheon would be a tease. Would bite your lips really hard a looot - cause he loves the face you do after that and how you try to do the same -, he wouldn’t want to be in command all the time, so kisses between you two would be leading in differents ways and in that way relationship never get boring.

 I.M: I just think that cuddles with I.M are just a mix of two things, fun intense and funny. Like, it’d be a really sentimental moment when he suddenly tells you a joke or something disgusting, but, as strange as it is, it turns out to be a way that you two get even closer and intimate, this is the real Changkyun.

He’d want to watch a movie with you (a horror movie) and cuddle during all the time, cause he loves to feel his skin with your and have you so close. Sometimes he’d be shy too, the first few times he’d ask about everything, but this time thing gets better.

Changkyun looks like the type of guy who would put both hands on your face and pull you closer and then give you sweet kisses, with his heart on his eyes, because he loves you so much. After all he’d like to touch your face, hair and neck while kisses you passionately, what happens at last once in a day, he just loves to kiss you almost all the time.

~ADM Cherry~

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Catching Some Zs

alrighty, so this is a prompt fromt @taylor-tut, who requested that lance is sick but the team passes it off as stress (while still being sympathetic), only for lance to get worse to the point where he cant even move from the couch. thanks for the prompt, and i hope yall enjoy it!!


The castleship was the quietest it had been in a while. Weeks, probably. Even Keith and Lance stopped their bickering—and what was more surprising was that nobody commented about it.

The team had finally gotten a break from the Galra. Allura had wormholed them so far that it would probably take days before they were found. En plus, the group had no S.O.S. signals, or anything remotely close, and so they were free to rest.

Unfortunately for one of the Paladins, however, rest was not coming easy. This burden was carried upon poor Lance’s shoulders; try as he might, but he could not find sleep. Dusk turned to dawn, and still, the boy was awake. Sleepy, but awake. His head was pounding, his chest felt tight, and he was too hot to sleep with the covers on, but too cold to sleep without them.

And so, there could only be one conclusion: he was sick.

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Running Out Of Time

pairing: Lin x reader

warnings: ANGST

requests: “Anonymous asked: because I’m a literary masochist (apparently), pretty pretty please may I have just all kinds of Lin angst? Ruin me with your words” (i didn’t write this for the request specifically, because i have another fic in the works that’s angst as well which i wrote for the request)

summary: Nine years of being married to Lin, and each of them was a blessing. (idk how to summarize it, just stay for the storyline please)

Okay wow this fic really took a lot out of me. Thank you to @sunshinemiranda for the advice and for generally being amazing! This was somehow inspired by What I’m Proudest Of by @ourforgottenboleros, who also inspires me daily. I don’t know how to feel about this fic. Enjoy!

words: 4050 lmao oops

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before.

Lin paused the episode of Gilmore Girls and turned to you.

“Remember how our first conversation was about how boring parents were?”

“We were 4, though, so that’s perfectly acceptable.”

“Remember when you avoided me all through primary school?”

“That was because my friends wouldn’t stop singing ‘K-I-S-S-I-N-G’ whenever you talked to me!”

“Like I would’ve kissed you then, girls had cooties.”

“That wasn’t what you said in high school at that party.”

“God, shut up. I was drunk, we were separated in middle school, and that was the first time I saw you in a dress, okay?”

“Funny how we became best friends, though. Our friendship prevailed through the violent road of high school, college and after college.”

“Funny how we had such faith in platonic sleepovers and we really believed it when we said ‘Oh, we’re just friends.’”

“Funny how I told myself I wouldn’t marry you because my mom thought you were the perfect guy.”

“Funny how I’m getting married to my best friend and nothing has ever felt this right.”

“That, I can agree with.”

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anonymous asked:

How do you think Zack Taylor would ask you out?

Oh wow, this boy

Originally posted by prgifs

So he is an obvious flirt right?

And he’s had a crush on your for like- as long as you’ve been rangers 

Naturally he jokingly asks you out like ALL the time

Just out of the blue, as a joke as first 

But then he realizes that every time he asks you out, he’s really wanting you to say yes 

So it would probably go something like this….. 


You had just finished training, sadly without your suits this time around. You had all decided it was better to learn by yourselves sometimes, and sometimes adding the suits. 

Frowning, you sat on the nearest rock and leaned on Zack. Feeling his eyes boring into you, you turned around. 

“Can I help you?” You chuckled, grabbing a water bottle. 

“"Yeah, actually why don’t we go on a date?” 

Laughing at the childish grin on his face you took a large drink of your water. 

“C’mon! You, me, the movies, or maybe even a nice dinner?” He insisted and you laughed some more. 

“Ha-ha,” you teased, locking eyes with him but he stared intently back at you. 

“You’re… not serious?” You trailed off and he nodded. “You are? Why didn’t you say anything?” You gasped, a grin forming its way on your face. 

“"I kind of have been for like 2 months,” he chuckled and pushed a lock of your hair behind your ear. 

“Well,” you stood up, grabbing your bag and turning to smile at him one last time. "You can pick me up at 8.” 

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03.18.17 // update

as some of you might have noticed, i haven’t been very diligent with the march study challenge. i’ve been overwhelmed by schoolwork as well as complications in my personal life, and i just haven’t had the time to post very much original content (a lot of it was old photos oops). i’m probably not going to be completing the challenge unfortunately because of the aforementioned reasons. thank you to everyone who has supported me w/my high school acceptance/rejection deal and everyone who participated in my blogrates (it was a lot of fun!!), and just all you lovely people in general :3

on brighter note, i’m currently on a four day weekend (though most of it will be spent at competitions and tournaments) so i have a bit more time to work on my notes. i actually really like how this post turned out; when it was just the two pics on my phone not together, it was pretty boring but they go really well together.

i know i’m kinda far away from 1k right now, but i was just wondering, would you guys be interested in me revealing my face, sort of as a thank you for your support? tell me what you think!!

Off Limits - Part 2

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,377

Summary: Sam tells Dean that the reader is off limits. Dean’s never been one to follow the rules…

Part 1


“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Sam grumbles loudly slamming his beer down onto the bar.

Dean doesn’t say a word in response, instead he just flashes his million dollar smile before downing the rest of his drink.

“I will literally kick your ass, man.” Sam narrows his eyes towards his older brother, throwing him off.

“Whoa. You’re really worried aren’t you?”  

“No, Dean. I’m just fucking bored. I figured this would fill my day.” Sam snaps feeling aggravated.

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