just took an sat

(fill in the blanks below with the answer of best-fit)

1. i miss _____
    a. your smile
    b. our conversations at two am
    c. myself, before i met you

2. i still ______
    a. love you
    b. think about you
    c. resent you

3. what if ______?
    a. you still loved me
    b. i still loved you

—   a multiple choice test // mg.c 
A little reminder about Ponyboy Curtis:

I’ve been thinking about this for a while and just wanted to share.

Everyone in the fandom portrays pony as some shy, meek spirited wuss who is scared to stick up for himself or ask a girl out.

Let me just re-jog your memory of the time pony went out to get lunch with Steve and Two-bit, take a look at this quick excerpt from towards the end of the book.

// I was sitting on the fender of Steve’s car, smoking and drinking a Pepsi while he and Two-Bit were inside talking to some girls, when a car drove up and three Socs got out. I just sat there and looked at them and took another swallow of the Pepsi. I wasn’t scared. It was the oddest feeling in the world. I didn’t feel anything— scared, mad, or anything. Just zero.
“You’re the guy that killed Bob Sheldon,” one of them said. “And he was a friend of ours. We don’t like nobody killing our friends, especially greasers.”
Big deal. I busted the end off my bottle and held on to the neck and tossed away my cigarette “You get back into your car or you’ll get split.”
They looked kind of surprised, and one of them backed up.
“I mean it” I hopped off the car. “I’ve had about all I can take from you guys.” I started toward them, holding the bottle the way Tim Shepard holds a switch— out and away from myself, in a loose but firm hold. I guess they knew I meant business, because they got into their car and drove off.
“You really would have used that bottle, wouldn’t you?” Two-Bit had been watching from the store doorway. “Steve and me were backing you, but I guess we didn’t need to. You’d have really cut them up, huh?”
“I guess so,” I said with a sigh. I didn’t see what Two-Bit was sweating about— anyone else could have done the same thing and Two-Bit wouldn’t have thought about it twice.
“Ponyboy, listen, don’t get tough. You’re not like the rest of us and don’t try to be…”
What was the matter with Two-Bit? I knew as well as he did that if you got tough you didn’t get hurt. Get smart and nothing can touch you…
“What in the world are you doing?” Two-Bit’s voice broke into my thoughts.
I looked up at him. “Picking up the glass.”//

Pony says himself he doesn’t feel anything. No sympathy, no fear, nothing. Cold and empty. He doesn’t hesitate in busting the end off his bottle to fight off the socs and threaten them. Even after the fact two-bit realizes that pony was being tough.

Pony quotes what Dally told him after the rumble on the way to the hospital the night Johnny died. “Get tough and you won’t get hurt.”

I’m not ignoring the fact Pony began to pick up the glass afterwards, he didn’t want anyone to get a flat tire.

Another example:

//…remembering Tim Shepard’s kid brother. Curly, who was a tough, cool, hard-as-nails Tim in miniature, and I had once played chicken by holding our cigarette ends against each other’s fingers. We had stood there, clenching our teeth and grimacing, with sweat pouring down our faces and the smell of burning flesh making us sick, each refusing to holler…//

Let me remind you this is before Johnny died and Pony decided to “be tough” like Dally.

Pony wasn’t some super shy, awkward kid around Cherry either, he talked to her just fine. Didn’t hesitate to go up and get popcorn with her the night at the movies either.

Also, the night of the rumble he knew he was sick but sucked it up, took some aspirin and went anyways. He didn’t just sit around and get beat up during the rumble either. In the beginning he found the next best to a soc his size and ended up helping dally out by jumping on a soc’s back.

Sure, pony doesn’t go out deliberately looking for fights, but he does stick up for himself when need be. He’s not some baby. Remember, he is still a greaser. A no-good hood; with manners.

(Victuuri) For the Rest of My Life

Taking place right after the Grand Prix Final, Viktor and Yuuri talk about what they mean to each other and Yuri shows Viktor what he was thinking about after the medal ceremony.


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It was late when they finally got back to their room. The day had been long and quite eventful, but there was still something running through their veins keeping them wide awake.

Yuuri sat on his bed and Viktor took his place across from him. The two just sat there for a few minutes taking in their memories from that day.

“You did amazing today,” Victor finally said, breaking the silence.

“Thank you,” Yuuri said, smiling. “I could have done better…”

“You did great! You beat my record. You did everything you could do, shouldn’t that be enough?”

“I guess,” Yuuri said, looking down. “But if only I had-“

“Just stop,” Viktor said, grabbing Yuuri’s hand. “I don’t think I told you this yet, but I’m proud of you. I’m so proud.”

“But-“

“First, second, third. I don’t care Yuuri, don’t you see how much you’ve grown this year. Everyone can see that. Your performance today just showed that even more. God, watching you today was-“ Viktor stopped for a moment, looking at Yuuri feeling his heart swell, “It was everything I’ve been wanting and more.”

Yuuri felt himself blush. Hearing Viktor tell him how he felt overwhelmed him. He hadn’t expected this to mean so much to Viktor, he hadn’t expected him to be so proud.

“Today you showed everyone who you really are. I already knew what you had in you Yuuri, but you showed it to everyone else. You really were amazing today Yuuri, I’m so proud of you. And skating with you today. I’ve been waiting for so long to show that to the world. To let them see us together like that. I want to skate with you for the rest of my life.”

Yuuri sat there taking in Viktor’s words. He was filled with emotion over hearing what Viktor had to say. He felt his cheeks flush as he thought of how much what Viktor was saying meant to him.

“Viktor- thank you.” Yuuri said. He looked into Viktor’s eyes and softly placed his hand on the other man’s cheek. “I lo-“

Before he could finish what he was going to say, he felt Viktor’s lips on his. For a few moments, his eyes remained open as he was suppressed by the kiss. But as the moments passed he felt himself relax and sink into the moment.

He felt Viktor’s lips move across his as the kiss deepened. This wasn’t their first kiss, but it had still caught Yuuri off guard. Viktor’s lips were tender against his own and Yuuri tried to emulate what he was feeling as he kissed Viktor back.

After e few moments, the two broke apart. Yuuri could see Viktor’s reddened cheeks and the grin spread across his face.

“I thought you weren’t going to kiss me unless the medal was a gold,” Yuuri said, remembering what Viktor had told him earlier that day.

“Did I,” Viktor smiled. “Perhaps I was wrong. But is this what you were thinking of earlier?”

Yuuri blushed at the thought. This was part of what he had been thinking. This time it was Yuuri who initiated the kiss. He wrapped his hands around Viktor’s neck and pulled the other man in. As he kissed Viktor, he tried to share with him everything he was feeling. He was so happy in this moment. Something only a year ago he never imagined he would be feeling.

Viktor opened his mouth and moaned as he let Yuuri’s tongue glide across his. After a few minutes, Yuuri pulled Viktor with him as he leaned back onto the bed. The two continued kissing without a hitch as Viktor adjusted himself on top of Yuuri.

As Viktor moved his kisses along Yuuri’s jaw he heard Yuuri gasp beneath him. He smiled feeling a sense of pleasure from causing Yuuri to make such a sound.

Yuuri felt his heart racing as Viktor kissed his neck. He had never been kissed there before and the experience was new to him. As Viktor began sucking on his neck he heard himself moan in pleasure.

Viktor smiled as he heard Yuuri moan. He continued sucking and kissing that spot as Yuuri became more and more undone.

“Yuuri-“ Viktor said, “You’re so beautiful when you’re like this.”

Yuuri blushed hearing Viktor’s words. He watched as Viktor smiled looking down at him. Yuuri reached up once again and pulled Viktor down for another kiss. After a few more minutes Yuuri could feel the blood rushing faster and faster throughout his body. Every once in a while Viktor would shift position and he would rub against Yuuri’s crotch.

Yuuri was embarrassed as he felt himself continue to grow harder as they continued kissing and as Viktor continued brushing up against him. A few moments later Viktor sat up. The two were both breathing heavily and their faces were flushed. Viktor could see Yuuri looked a bit uncomfortable beneath him.

“Yuuri, are you ok?” Viktor asked.

Yuuri felt his cheeks grow even more flushed as he nodded. Viktor smiled and relaxed a bit knowing Yuuri was ok. He sat back a bit more and felt Yuuri’s hardness against him.

“Oh,” he breathed softly. Yuuri looked embarrassed now as Viktor realized what was wrong. He smiled and leaned back over Yuuri. Their faces close together Viktor said, “Am I turning you on?”

Yuuri groaned, embarrassed by how his body was reacting. Viktor laughed before pushing his hips down over Yuuri’s. “Don’t worry, you’re doing the same to me.”

Yuuri was surprised to feel Viktor’s own hardness against his as Viktor rubbed his hips over his. Yuuri let out a moan as his head fell back. Viktor took the opportunity to kiss Yuuri’s neck once again.

After a few more minutes, Viktor didn’t know how Yuri was keeping it together. He felt his erection straining against his pants as the two continued kissing and gently rubbing against one another.

Viktor sat up and grabbed Vuuri’s tie and began undoing it. Once the tie was out of the way and on the ground he made his way he threw off his own and went for the buttons on Yuuri’s shirt.

“Is it ok if I-“ he asked before he started undoing them.

“Yes,” Yuuri said quietly.

Soon his coat and shirt made their way to the floor. Yuuri watched as Viktor removed his own shirt, slowly revealing his chest. Yuuri had seen his chest before, plenty of times. But he had never seen it in such an intimate way. Never before had he been invited to share in this part of Viktor.

Yuuri immediately found his hands on Viktor’s hip and stomach. He had wanted to feel his hands glide across the other man’s skin for so long now. As his hands moved across the warm skin he watched as Viktor’s cheeks grew more flushed. Yuuri sat up and began kissing Viktor once again.

Soon Yuuri felt Viktor moving his hips over his own. Remembering what he had thought of earlier Yuuri began kissing down Viktor’s neck. He made his way down to one of Viktor’s nipples and began using his mouth to play with it.

Immediately, Yiktor felt a wave of pleasure wash through him. He leaned into Yuuri’s touch begging for more. As Yuuri continued, sliding his tongue over his nipple and sucking down Viktor remembered the Yuuri from the banquet a few years ago. This was how he had imagined Yuuri for so long. He loved everything about the Yuuri he had gotten to know over the last year, but he was happy to see this side of him come back out again.

As Yuuri continued, he brought one hand up to play with the other nipple. Viktor continued letting out gasps and moans as Yuuri played with his chest.

“YU-uri,” Viktor moaned, “Sttop-“

Yuuri stopped immediately. He wanted to make sure Viktor was ok.

“What’s wrong,” Yuuri asked worried.

“Nothing, I’m just-“ He paused for a moment, “I’m close. Do you want to-“

“Yes,” Yuuri said, not allowing Viktor to continue.

“You didn’t even let me finish,” Viktor said, laughing.

“I want you to fuck me,” Yuuri said.

“What?”

“Don’t make me say it again,” Yuuri mumbled embarrassed.

“I- Are you sure though,” Viktor asked as he placed his hand on Yuuri’s cheek. He wanted to make sure this is really what Yuuri wanted and that he didn’t feel pressured in any way to do it just for Viktor.

“Yes, very sure,” Yuuri said quickly. “I’ve been thinking about- wanting to for a while now…”

Viktor smiled before kissing Yuuri once again. He quickly undid the clasp on Yuuri’s belt and then his own. Standing up he began removing his pants and Yuuri followed suit. When the two were done, they took a moment and looked each other over. Viktor has seen Yuuri naked before, but never like this. It was like nothing he had imagined but like everything he had wanted.

Suddenly, Viktor felt Yuuri’s lips on his and a hand wrapped around his erection. Yuuri began moving his hand up and down Viktor’s length as he kissed him deeply. Viktor felt his knees going weak as Yuuri’s hand moved over his cock. Soon Viktor was gasping and was almost at the edge. Before he got there, Yuuri stopped and made his way onto the bed.

“Do you have any-“

“Yes,” Viktor said, walking over to his bag, and getting a condom and a bottle of lube out. “I was hoping…”

“Me too,” Yuuri said, smiling.

Making his way onto the bed, Viktor poured some lube onto his fingers. “I’m going to start now, ok,” Viktor asked.

“Ok.”

Viktor placed one finger on Yuuri’s hole and moved it around for a bit in circular motions, getting him used to its presence. After a bit, he slowly began pushing in. He felt Yuuri tense up at the intrusion and he told him to relax if he could. Soon his finger was all the way in and he began moving it in and out.

Yuuri had tried this before a few times on his own, but he had never felt that of another person inside of himself. It took him a moment to get used to it but he enjoyed the feeling.

“More,” Yuuri said, and Viktor complied.

Placing a second finger in Viktor watched as Yuuri’s face reacted to the sting.

“Are you ok,” Viktor asked.

“I’m fine,” Yuuri said, getting used to the second finger, “Just keep going.”

Viktor continued, eventually adding more lube and a third finger. Yuuri felt himself growing harder and harder and Viktor moved his fingers in and out.

“I’m ready,” Yuuri said.

Viktor nodded and removed his fingers. After tearing open the condom, he placed it over his erection and poured more lube onto his palm and slid it over his length. Lining up he slowly began pushing into Yuuri, watching his face carefully, making sure not to hurt him.

Once he was all the way in, he slowly pulled back and then back in. He continued doing this faster and faster. Eventually he started a rhythm and felt his own pleasure begin to build.

Yuuri moaned as Viktor pushed in all the way. He felt something inside of his release a wave of pleasure throughout his body. Viktor smiled and continued more and more. Yuuri could feel the pleasure inside of him building. He began moaning more and more and he gripped tight onto Viktor.

Viktor felt his orgasm coming closer. He himself began losing control as he began grunting with every thrust. Underneath him, Yuuri’s hips began moving along with his own only adding to the sensations. Viktor could feel Yuuri’s breaths on him coming in hot puffs. He felt the pleasure building in his abdomen as he kept moving.

“V-viktor,” Yuuri moaned, “I’m close.”

Viktor continued his pace as he grabbed Yuuri’s ereciton in hand. He was amazed to finally have the other man like this in his arms. After imagining it so many times, he was pleased to finally be in the actual moment. He began pumping his fist along with his thrusts. Yuuri’s moans began coming sooner and sooner.

Yuuri suddenly felt his muscles contract as pleasure surged throughout his body, “Viktor-“ He yelled as his orgasm overcame him. Yuuri’s head shot back and his eyes closed shut as he called out the other man’s name. His body was filled with a rush as he continued to ride out his orgasm.

Seeing Yuuri beneath him and feeling him contract around him was enough to push Vikotr over the edge. He watched as Yuuri came over his hand and onto their chests. Viktor trusted in one more time as he felt the pleasure release inside him and as he rode it out.

After a few moments, Viktor pulled out and fell beside Yuuri. Looking over at the other man, Yuuri rolled onto his side and pushed some of the hair out of Viktor’s face.

“Thank you,” Yuuri said.

“For what, “ Viktor asked.

“For that. For everything. For being my coach. For supporting me, for being beside me this year. For helping me when my anxiety was out of control, for helping me realize how much potential I have. For always listening to me. For being my friend.”

Viktor smiled hearing Yuuri’s words, “I hope at this point I’m a little more than just a friend, Yuuri.”

“You know what I mean,” Yuuri said laughing.

The two laughed together for a few moments taking each other in. “A year ago, I never thought I would be this happy, Viktor”

Viktor felt his heart swell as he listened to Yuuri’s confession. “But you’re happy now, right,” Viktor asked, concerned.

“More than happy,” Yuuri replied, “What I was trying to say before- I wanted to say, I love you.”

Viktor felt his heart race as Yuuri said the words. He himself had come to realize over the last year that he had been neglecting so much in his life.

“I love you too, Yuuri. You’ve helped me realize what love really is and you’ve helped me to find true happiness. I know I was the one who was supposed to be teaching you over the last year, but you were really the one teaching me.”

Yuuri felt a tear drop from his eye. Viktor meant so much to him and hearing that he meant the same made his heart swell with emotion.

“I can’t wait to spend the next year with you again Viktor,” Yuuri said.

Viktor smiled before replying, “And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”



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Ship Meme (Joji x Reader)

!!! im taking requests for all the boys! oneshots or shit like this. (please send me requests) i didn’t know what to write so i just did this

Which one sexts like a straight white boy?

Neither you or Joji tend to sext, when he’s on trips or you’re away, you talk over the phone or Skype, why sext when there’s things like Skype? Though, there was one time that Joji attempted to sext while you couldn’t Skype at the time. It was the basic shit like “What are you wearing?” and you both decided to never do that again.

Who put a goddamned fork in the microwave?

You did, it was an honest mistake, you were distracted, but it scared the crap out of you when it started sparking. Joji just sat back, laughing and watched as you took care of it.

Who does the silly hands-over-the-eyes “Guess who” thing?

Joji is kind of a dork sometimes and has done this on a few occasions, you always make fun of him when he does

Who puts their cold hands/feet on their partner?

You do! How can you not when Joji is always feeling so warm. He used to complain, but he knows it gets him nowhere and you’ll continue to do it

Who laughs more during sex?

Usually if there’s laughing, it’s you. Sometimes Joji will run his hands over a place on your body that’s just a little too ticklish, you’d giggle when he did and he’d be confused before he realized you were ticklish there, putting it back in his mind for later use.

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Jalsa, Mumbai               Nov 12/13,  2016                Sat/Sun  3:16 am




Work just took leave from me and allowed me to come to the most needed and justified and loved moment of the day - apart of course from the time spent with the family, my immediate family - the connect with the Ef ..


And I just looked up at the date and the time when filling in the details of the Blog to discover that we are past 3 in the morning of the Sunday 13th .. A Sunday that came rather suddenly and perhaps with greater speed, than the previous Sunday .. and yes this Sunday shall be worked for SARKAR 3, for, the days lost in the visit to Kolkata for KIFF needed to be made up .. and goodness as I write this I suddenly feel that I may have made an awful error last night by punching in ‘Jalsa’ as my destination when it ought to be Kolkata and the Grand Oberoi ..

So if you shall excuse me for a few minutes I shall hurry across to the page of yesterday and make suitable corrections ..


Right … done ..

Yes where were we .. ah yes, work .. work was at the recording studio and preparations for the night of the Global Citizen event on the 19th where there shall be some eminent performers working on stage live for the conditions of the poor, and to build a society that has been able to accomplish the grave task of removing poverty from the world .. and yes there shall be an appearance from yours truly and perhaps a performance .. I do not really know  … 

So there ..


And as I settle down to my untidy and most disorderly desk, I chance to go back to the Blog of last night and feel sad that I had to see a day, when I would have to face the possibility of the kind of attention that I was wishing to draw towards them Ef, that ponder and consider their departure from this medium.

That would be the most ‘unkindest cut of all’ .. 

No one wishes for a moment in their lives when they would have to consider losing a member of their family from among them .. so I can only plead and pray that this never does come to pass in our circumstance .. and if there is the need for any servile submission to be made, let me be the first to prostrate myself in any appeasement that could be considered ..





Time to move away from emotion and to fill our hearts and minds on that which shall bring us closer to reality .. the reality of the written word in our lives ..

Just the factor to be able to read or to be exposed to it, seemed to us as a natural part of our existence .. but there are many that have never read or are in a position or situation to even know what reading and writing is .. we move away from such thought rapidly because it seems incongruous to some in our positions, to ever imagine such thought .. but the reality is that it is true .. now as ever there is so much to read, that I could safely say, not a single individual in the universe shall ever have capacity to absorb read and understand all that the printed written word is about ..

It is damning to know that all that requires to be absorbed is there by us, but we do not consider ourselves to have sufficient time to attend to it .. each day passes by and the intent is overridden by other chores, other works that consume time and temperament ..

Temperament .. yes ..

There are moments of such occurrence, when the mind is willing but the body is not and vice versa .. and because there is so much on the table, metaphorically, that the element of time passes by and the shift to another day another time never comes .. indeed the age old Hindi adage “ aaj kare so aaj kare ..” seems appropriate for us all to be able to get down to whatever comes in an instant, rather than wait for hours and then days and years at times for the work to be fructified in some firm manner ..

So scripts and books that adorn my study, look most impressive, but they have not been read and they now complain in their own personal manner. They occupy space that could have been used for other more commendable subjects. They dress well, but dressing is not all about its presence and form .. its reading and understanding does ..

I need to enrich my level .. there are many that do so, in determined manner, focused and decisive in whatever they do .. and they are the reason for envy .. 

That needs reversal .. and it shall ..

Love


Amitabh Bachchan

Wrong Number

A/N: Hey y’all! Requests are closing soon so make sure that if you have a request to request it! Thanks for all the requests I’ve recieved so far!! This is more of a texting fic than anything so brace yourselves.

Pairing:George Washington X Reader

Request:(anon)  a modern! gwash x reader where the reader tries to confess to gwash over text but accidentally texts “king” george and george eacker before getting the number right and eventually texting gwash with “WHY IS EVERYONE’S NAME GEORGE”

T/W: none hun (unless a bit of king george X samuel seabury is a trigger) 

Word Count:823 (SO SHORT MY BAD)

Time Period: Modern

Contact Names: So the contact names are all just George…..


You took a sharp deep breath as you sat on your couch, your phone at the ready. You had promised yourself to confess your love for…. George Washington. He is by far the best person you have ever met. Just thinking of him makes you blush. 

Now, we all know that confessing over text isn’t the best descision but it was the only way you could do it without becoming a flustered mess. It has happened before.


2 weeks before

You sat in the coffee shop awaiting your ‘best friend’ George Washington. Today was the day you were going to attempt to confess your feeling for the guy. You sat, your hands fidgeting. 

Finally George walked in looking great as always. He took the seat in front of you. “Uh. George can I tell you something?” You said as confidently as possible.

“Of course Y/N. Anything.” He smiled. His smile made you blush like a madman.

“I-uh. I like coffee!” You said nervously, taking a sip of your coffee.

“Ookayy…..” George said, chuckling softly as you began to blush even more.


That memory alone makes you flustered. You grabbed your phone off of the counter next to you and sank into the couch cushions as you pressed in the pin. Your heart began beating out of its chest. You were nervous. Very Nervous

You finally got to Georges’ contact. Or so you thought…..

Y/N: Hey George! Can I talk to you about something. Just here over text. :)

And Send. He responded almost immediately catching you off guard a bit.

George: Sure.

You were a bit puzzled by his shorter message, considering George always sends you longer replies in at least a full sentence. You shrugged it off telling yourself that he was probably feeling lazy.

Y/N: I love you. There I said it! :))

You texted back, your hands shaking while typing every word. You became flustered before checking for a new message.

George: You do know that I am Samuel Seabury’s boyfriend. Correct? Also…. I do believe we hate each other. Also correct?

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. You had accidentally texted George Frederick. The “king” of the school. You and him have always had a rivalry since you met as children which has never really died down.

Y/N: O MY. WRONG NUMBER. MY BAD.

You typed back frantically. The look on your face was absolutely priceless as your arms flailed around out of utter embarassment. You quickly changed his contact to “George Frederick” so that this would NEVER happen again.

George Frederick: Mhm.


You were practically scarred and almost decided to give up. Practically. Almost. But not yet. You went to the next George, believing this was the only other George in your contacts. Boy were you wrong.

Y/N: Hey Georgie! Can I talk to you about something? Okay nevermind i’ll just say it. (or text it. Whatever.) I LOVE YOU.

Your phone pinged seconds after you texted, your eyes widening at what he said.

George: Knew you’d come around eventually babe. ;)

You were disgusted until you realized….. This isn’t the George you were looking for.

Y/N: ugh which george is this?

George: Eacker, baby.


You groaned, nearly throwing your phone against the wall. You didn’t even answer him back. You just changed the contact name to “George Eacker (Reminder: Never Text).” You finally found the George you have been looking for, making sure this was the last George in your contacts. 

Y/N: WHY IS EVERYONE’S NAME GEORGE

You typed, frustrated at the fact that you just confessed your love to 2 people that weren’t the ones you loved. 

George: I don’t know dear. Pretty good name. Is it not?

You laughed at his response. Now, this is the George you know and love.

Y/N: Very good name. Btw I love you. :)

You internally cursed yourself because of the stupid way you conffesed, giggling at his next text.

George: wait what

Y/N: Do I really have to type it again?

He never did respond this time. Instead, he took the 20 minute drive to your apartment, using the spare key you gave him to come in. You whipped your head around to find him standing there. You jumped up and attempted to make yourself presentable, completely forgetting that you were wearing some random onesie.

He chuckled quietly at your choice of clothing which made you blush.

“G-george why are you here?” You questioned, giggling slightly. He smiled at you, walking dangerously close to you.

“I just wanted to say i love you too. Oh! I also wanted to give you this!” He smiled, pressing his lips to yours.

At first you tensed up but soon melted into the kiss, smiling against his lips. He pulled away, picking you up by your waist and twirling you around.

“You do not even know how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He smirked.

“Trust me. Me too.” You smirked back.


A/N: IM SO SORRY THAT WAS SO BAD

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You sat next to Spencer, who looked so sad it hurt your heart. He wasn’t having easiest time of his life but you wanted him to know that he wasn’t alone. You took his warm hand in yours and just sat there quietly with him, offering your support. If he wanted to talk or needed anything, you would be there for Spencer. He squeezed your hand a little, accepting your presence with that little gesture.

This large male Green sea turtle came into the reef for a much needed clean. I took a couple photos and then just sat with it for ten minutes as it got cleaned. It must have been at sea for a long time to be this dirty, or maybe it keeps getting creeped out by people staring at him every time he tries to get cleaned. It was such an old turtle, I cried I was so happy to share a moment with such an amazing creature. Currently listed as Endangered by the IUCN Red list. 

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Requested by anonymous who I love because I’m dying to write Divergent imagines


“How did you find out?” You asked solemnly, staring down at the ground in shame as Eric paced the room. He kept tugging on his hair, making it clear to you how frustrated he was feeling over the whole situation.

He stopped at your question, slamming his hands down on the table in between the two of you. “Does it matter? You’re a divergent, Y/N.” He hissed, reminding you of a past which you shall never escape.

You weren’t the kind of person who just sat and took abuse, if you were than you wouldn’t have been in Dauntless. You stood up from your seat, sending Eric a glare. “I know that Eric, I’ve known for a while now but I’ve stayed me all the same. And guess what? I was divergent when I became Dauntless, I was divergent when you started liking me, I was divergent when you started liking me, I’ve been divergent for the past two years that we’ve been dating.” Your words came through gritted teeth and by now your fists had become clenched so tightly they’d turned white. “So dump me Eric, go and tell whoever, but just remember that you’ll be the bad guy. Not me.”

Eric was breathing heavily now, a angry frown which matched yours as on his lips. “You think that’s what I’m going to do? I’m not an idiot Y/N, I know you’re not an enemy, you never have been.” He moved back to standing up straight, “I know that you’re not evil, I’m more worried about the fact that if I could figure out that you’re divergent than so can other people.”

“What?” You mumbled out, still not fully understanding what Eric was even saying.

“Of course I’m not going to dump you, I love you.” With those words you threw yourself at hi, slamming your lips at his, to which he returned the kiss.

In high school I was sitting with three or four of my friends after school in front of a pizza place and two of my guy friends were randomly stating “one” or “zero” at seemingly meaningless times. Eventually I told them, “you guys are disgusting,” to which one of them replied, “you don’t even know what we’re doing.” My response:

“You’re rating the women walking by on a binary scale in which, I assume, zero means ‘get her the fuck away from me’ and one means 'I would fuck her brains out.’ Of course, for this to work at all we must be under the assumption that we are living in a fictional universe in which any of the women walking by would actually want to fuck either of you”

and honestly I will never again reach that height of savagery

HEADCANON- Coming Out To The RFA Members As Asexual WARNING: Jumin’s contains somewhat contains a sex mention/lightest lightest possible smut, just a warning.

For anon. “ Could I request the RFA reacting to MC coming out as asexual?”

A/N: As said in the title, Jumin’s scenario contains something that I don’t even know if you can consider smut?? Leading up to sex, no clothing was removed. I don’t know, just putting it out there in case one of you guys need it.

This was quite similar to my earlier one for coming out as genderfluid, so some of these might be similar. Some of these were inspired by that one.

Also, thank you for being patient with me recently guys!


Jaehee- Is simply just a sweetie about it. You had sat her down beforehand, took her hand in yours, and would tell her a million times about how sorry you were that you didn’t tell her earlier and that you would understand if she left you. She was worried that something was wrong, or that she did something wrong. When you finally said it, expecting the worst, Jaehee simply smiled. She didn’t make a big deal out of it. She looked at you like she would any other day, and said “That’s wonderful, thank you for telling me! What would you like for dinner tonight?” She didn’t ask why, or if it was because you didn’t love her, or if you’re sure, like some other people in your life have. Of course, she went on to casually ask a few questions later that you were happy to answer. You pulled her in for a huge hug immediately, and she melted into your embrace. “I’ll love you no matter what,” she whispered into your ear, making your heart float. She was truly the best girlfriend you could ask for.

Zen- When you told him, he immediately felt a rush of guilt. He would constantly make less-than-innocent jokes with you, and he didn’t even realize until now how uncomfortable you felt when he did, or the reason why you didn’t understand half of them. He flooded you with apologies, telling you how sorry he was if he ever made you uncomfortable, and that he’ll accept you no matter what. You hugged him tightly, and you were both suddenly relieved. Zen couldn’t live in a world here he even hurt you a little, and you couldn’t live in a world where he wasn’t in your life because of your sexual preferences. Luckily, that wasn’t something either of you had you had to experience.

Jumin- THIS CONTAINS SMALL MENTIONS OF SEX!!! IT LEADS UP TO SEX BUT NOTHING HAPPENED, NO CLOTHES WERE TAKEN OFF!! He found out in a rather (very) awkward way. He took you to a formal party full of rich businessmen, and you were looking gorgeous. He had gotten a little tipsy, and you tried to bite your tongue when he got a bit handsy on the ride home in his luxurious limo. When you got back, you nearly had a heart attack when he started to kiss down your jawline, then your neck, as he led you to his bathroom. He was on top of you on his bed, unbuttoning his blazer, when you couldn’t take it anymore and told him to stop. At your command, he immediately jumped back. You told him the news, and a part of him died knowing how much he hurt you. This was a rare sight where he showed himself as someone vulnerable and exposed all of his emotions, flooding you with apologies. You shook your head with a smile, and pulled him in for a strong hug that he didn’t hesitate to return.

“You don’t need to be sorry, you didn’t know,” you assured him, ruffling his hair.

“Why did you just tell me earlier?” he asked.

“I-I was afraid you’d leave me,” you whispered.

He pulled you in for a soft, loving kiss.

“I would never, you mean too much to me.”

Seven- You made such a big deal out of it. You had him come to your house. You cleaned everything and dressed nicely. When he got there, eyes filled with worry, you sat him on your couch, trembling as you told him.

Only to find out that he already know.

He didn’t make an expression, adding to your worry. “Oh, I know,” he said.

You blinked in confusion. “What? Since when?”

“Since before I asked you out, in like the first week I knew you,” he simply replied. You were so confused, and he caught on. “Babe, I’m a genius hacker, of course I knew. I’m gonna love you no matter what.”

You laughed and pushed him, then pulled him in for a kiss. That was much easier than expected.

Yoosung- You casually said it in the middle of a dinner date, because you were too nervous to sit him down and tell him formally. You were at a very casual place, like Panera Bread or something, where you literally went “Oh, by the way, I’m ace.” You said it so casually, but you were trembling inside. What if he left you? What if he yells at you? Maybe doing it in public wasn’t such a good idea. Luckily, he reacted just as you told him.

“That’s cool,” he’d say. “When did you find out?” He continued asking you questions, very nice questions. At the end of the night you were laughing at your stories, and he was happy to learn something new about you. You kissed him on the cheek and walked to the car hand-in-hand. He was truly the sweetest person you knew.

Title : All Mine ❤


“So, me and Nash was on our way to Matt’s when suddenly we saw this huge snake in front of us and-” Cams voice trailed off. “and what Cam?” y/n asked curious to why’d he suddenly stopped. “This guy hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since we got here-” He answered furrowing his brows. Y/n looked to where he was looking to face with this cute guy with blonde hair and blue eyes smiling at her. “Oh- He’s kinda cute!” Y/n mumbled turning back to look at Cam who had his jaw dropped.

“What was that?!” He asked annoyed. “What? he is kinda cute-” y/n shot back acting innocent. She took a sip of her latte while Cameron just sat there glaring at her. Just then, they we’re approached by the guy. “Hey beautiful, What’s your name?” he flirted. Cameron tightened his fist. “The fuck dude? Her name is Cameron’s Girlfriend!” He stated. “And for your information, I’m Cameron!” Cam said raising his voice. The guy raised his hands in the air and backed away slowly. Y/n has never seen this side of Cameron ever and to be honest it was kinda sexy. “You’re so hot when you get jealous babe-” She said laughing. Cameron crossed his arms and looked away. “yeah, whatever-” he replied, obviously still mad.

“Your mine, All mine, No one else’s, Only me, me, me. Only I can check you out. Nobody else. Nobody fucking else!” he mumbled under his breath. Y/n heard it and smiled uncontrollably. “I love you too Cam-” She said quickly giving him a peck on his cheek. He blushed and covered his cheek. “That won’t do-” he said smiling a bit. Y/n stood up and leaned closer to Cam’s face. “How bout’ this-” She said as she gave him a kiss on the lips. Cameron smiled. “That’ll do for now. I love you-"he said. "I love you too cam” y/n replied back.

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