my mind likes to screw my thinking up

There are two male teachers at my high school who are married to each other, but like to screw with the minds of freshmen, the only grade they both teach in. 

Every year, they make a game of seeing how many students will think they’re straight men with a bromance going on. They’ll pop in one of the classrooms, loudly saying something ridiculous before going back to their own room. They’ll sometimes bring each other up in class if it relates to what they’re teaching that day - but never say anything beyond ‘my spouse’. They even wear different wedding rings (one silver and one gold) to help cement the 'fact’ that they’re married to different people.

By the end of the year, when the students are all used to seeing 'bromantic’ behavior between them, the teachers then tell them in elaborate ways (like using a pigeon to send a 'love note’ to one of the teachers from the other to read in class). And as soon as the students are let in the joke, they have to sign a 'contract’ saying they’ll never tell anyone in the grades below.

The next year? Do it all over again, with new students.

Been waiting enough (if this is what you call love)

Summary: it’s as simple as a text, as simple as a party, if its supposed to get twisted, it will get twisted.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

PT. 1 PT. 2 PT.3

warning: briefly mention of an assault but no biggie, still if you feel uncomfortable skip to the written part.

A/N: once again, I’m sorry for my grammar, English is not my first languague. I would really appreciate some feedback. 

Yoongi knocked on the door, his heartbeat louder to his ears than the sound his fist did against the wood. He was nervous. Two years is enough time to lose all the shyness and act normal in front of your other half, but it doesn’t work like that when it’s a distance relationship. Yoongi had seen her so many times on his computer screen. They talked many nights on the phone, but this time, he was going to see her face to face. To look into her eyes without screen pixels or interruptions. It was different; it felt strange when he saw her the first night. The door opened. She was standing there, with all her beauty, in an oversized hoodie that looked like the one he sent her. She looked beautiful, eternal. Yoongi wasn’t stupid. He knew his girlfriend was beautiful. He discovered that when she sent him the first selfie and after they had their first face time but this was different. Right in front of him, was standing another beauty. She looked stunning, nothing compared to how she looked on his phone screen. He wanted to say something. He also wanted to kiss her, but that was out of place right now. Yoongi opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to voice something. A simple hi or a hello, something, but the only thing that came out was a “you’re beautiful”. If he thought things couldn’t get worse for him, he was wrong. Y/N was beautiful but y/n with an amused smile and a slight blush on her cheeks was another level, a level he wasn’t ready to go through.
“I mean, hi” smooth Min Yoongi, no wonder everyone wants a piece of you.
“Hi” she chuckled, stepping inside, Yoongi took that as a cue and followed her. After all, she was the one who asked him to come over.
Once inside, Yoongi sat on the couch when she told him so. They didn’t say anything else. Y/n disappeared to the bathroom where she grabbed the first aid kit. She pulled closer the table and sat down in front of Yoongi.
He was about to speak when a hand was placed on his jaw, he turned his face inspecting his injuries. If y/n noticed the blush or heard his heartbeat, she didn’t say anything. Yoongi was wetting his lips when he heard her groan.
“Why did you have to do that” she sighed, wetting a piece of cotton in alcohol and dabbing at the small cut he had on his cheek. “I don’t need you saving my ass all the time”
Yoongi frowned “I’m sorry?” Was he apologizing for helping her? That was stupid. “I hate seeing you hurt” Yoongi gritted his teeth when the piece of cotton was pressed harder against his cheek. He wasn’t only talking about this morning assault, no, he was talking about his mistakes. He hurt the girl he loved and he hated himself for it.
There was a silence in the room while y/n finished cleaning the rest of the injuries. It wasn’t a comfortable silence, the tension between them was obvious.
“I’m sorry” Yoongi sighed when y/n pulled away “I’m so sorry for what I did. You didn’t deserve it and I know I shouldn’t be excusing myself but I was hurt” Yoongi looked down at his shoes, he needed new shoes, yep “I was so hurt I thought I would numb the pain by drinking. I wasn’t even interested in that girl. I guess I was just looking for you in her” He ran his hand through his hair, his shoulders slumping with every word.
“Did it work?” It was only a whisper, he wasn’t even sure he wasn’t imagining things but he wasn’t going to ask her to repeat, no. He didn’t wanna ruin it again.
“Honestly, no” he laughed bitterly “I found myself thinking about you. About how would it feel to kiss you like that or to have you in my arms. I was there, my body was there, but my mind was so far away” he rubbed his hands together as he looked up, afraid to see her face. “The truth is, when I saw you, I thought I was seeing things. I thought I drank so much that I reached the point of seeing things but when I saw your cry” he sighed “when I saw you cry and Namjoon running after you I realized I screwed up. I was so hurt I couldn’t make myself run after you and I hate myself for it. I hate myself so much because for a second I wanted you to feel my pain. I wanted you to feel the hole I felt inside when you broke up with me”
“I- I didn’t think it would be that bad” her voice sounded as broken as his, “I thought it would be a good idea. I thought you would be happy to see me and I would finally get to kiss you. I didn’t expect that Yoongi. I didn’t expect any of this to happen" She sighed, moving closer, taking his hand into hers, stopping him from tearing his skin apart.
“I know” he looked down at their hands. It was soft. Their hands fitted perfectly “I know. I’m sorry for ruining the surprise, when Namjoon explained everything I felt so bad. I didn’t want to accept it because it would hurt me more, so I blamed it on him. I’m really sorry”
Yoongi was a destructive person, he needed to feel the pain. He hated himself so much for ruining the only good thing he had in his life. He hated himself way more for the warm feeling he had inside every time her finger rubbed circles on his hand.
After a few more minutes of silence, she spoke again “I understand it you know?” Yoongi snapped his head so fast he almost broke his neck “I understand how you felt and why you did what you did so I don’t blame you” She nodded smiling at him. It was a soft smile, reassuring, but far away from the real smiles he got when they were facetiming and he pulled a stupid joke. Different from all the smiles he got when they were okay.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long” Yoongi smiled “I wanted to have you here in my arms so I could kiss you and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. I wanted to show you galaxies and trace the universe in your body. I wanted you here so you could yell at me when I stopped taking care of myself, or just hug me and hold me when I was having a breakdown” Yoongi looked at her again “I had so many plans and so many ideas, none of those close to this reality” he sighed. Her eyes were watery but she smiled “Please show me your ideas. Take me on those dates you planned. Make me forget this one mistake. Remind me of why I love you and why I shouldn’t hate you” She moved closer, resting her head on his shoulders “Because I love you Min Yoongi, and you know that” She kissed his cheek, a small smile on her lips. This one looked a bit real, they still had a long way to go but they would walk together, hand in hand.
“So, when is our first date?” Yoongi smiled. He also planned a hundred of scenarios to that afternoon but none of them included his girlfriend asking him on a date. “Mm, do you think tonight is a good idea?” He smiled moving a little closer
“I think it can work but give me at least two hours to prepare myself” she smiled, resting her head on his chest as she wrapped her arm around his waist.
“Two hours?” He groaned. “What do you need so much time for?”
“I was planning on spending one hour cuddling you to make up for the lost time, but if you wanna be that way, then fine” she shrugged, teasing tone as she made an attempt to get up.
“No” Yoongi groaned securing his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer “if that’s the case you can take all night if you want”.

BONUS: gif that gave me the inspo for this part.

Originally posted by apgujeon

Part 2

Request: @huntermichelle

‘Can you make a short series with this theme, where Thomas then continues to pretend to be your boyfriend in public but then actually starts to like you and eventually falls for you?’

A/N: This is Part 2, the last part of this request. I would definitely recommend that your read Part 1 here first, but if you don’t that’s fine 😃

Pairing: Thomas Brodie Sangster x Reader

Word Count: 785

Warnings: None

Nervously awaiting Thomas backstage, I chip at my recently painted nails, my face hot beneath my natural makeup. ‘The Scorch Trials’ convention starts in an hour, and he was meant to meet me about ten minutes ago. Eventually, he bursts into the room, looking slightly dishevelled. His light blonde hair is messier than usual, and his dark coloured shirt is wrinkled.

“Sorry I’m late, love!” he says breathlessly. My mouth quirks to the side at the nickname.

“No worries” I reply. We quickly go over our plan. Yesterday, Tom kissed me to protect me from the questions of my friends about why I didn’t have a boyfriend, and I decided that our only option was to continue pretending that we’re dating, at least for a few days.

Half an hour later, we ready ourselves to go over our plan. He takes my hand, the calluses on his palm rubbing slightly against my skin and sending shivers up my spine. Once again, I wish our actions weren’t just for show, and that Thomas really did like me. It’s a stupid thing to hope for, but I can’t help it.
The crowd, mainly excited teenage girls, cheer when we walk on stage together. Unlike usual, the majority of their questions are directed at us instead of Dylan and Kaya.

“Do you like Y/N a lot?” asks one fan. Blushing, I turn to Thomas, awaiting his response.

“Bloody hell, how could I not? She’s absolutely gorgeous, and smart, and funny, and an amazing actress. She’s perfect!” he answers. I knew he was a good actor, but I didn’t realise he was this good! How does he make his eyes look so sincere?

At the end of the convention, Thomas and I wait outside for our taxi in the waiting bay; the rest of the cast piled into Dyl’s car and left us alone together.
“Do you want my jacket?” Thomas asks me, noticing the goosebumps on my bare arms. I shake my head, not wanting him to be cold, but he gently places it around my shoulders anyway. I smile when his warm fingers brush against my skin.

“So, the convention went well,” I say, turning to face him.

“Yeah, it did” he replies, his breath visible in the freezing air.

“You did an awesome job, pretending that you…you know. Like me”
His cheeks turn red as he turns towards me, probably from the strong wind.

“What if…” Thomas starts. He clears his throat nervously. What does he want to ask me? Questions and worries flood my mind. “What if I told you I wasn’t pretending? H-Hypothetically, I mean” he continues. My eyes widen. Is he saying what I think he is? Maybe I’m just getting my hopes up and looking for something that doesn’t exist. After all, he’s way out of my league. The question is, how do I respond to that? I screw up my courage and decide to take a leap of faith.

“Then, hypothetically, I would…I would tell you that I wasn’t pretending either, and that I really like you, and have for a long time. And then we would kiss…hypothetically”. It takes an effort to force the words from my mouth. My chest feels tight, and my knees turn to jelly as I wait for him to react. Luckily, a smile becomes plastered on his face as soon as I say the words, putting me completely at ease.

“Well then, Y/N, I wasn’t pretending when I said any of that. Love, you’re perfect. Way too perfect for me. I’m the luckiest guy in the world to even have met you”

Embarrassingly, tears well in my eyes. No one has ever said anything that kind to me before. Thomas gently wipes away my tears, taking a step towards me. I look up into his warm brown eyes, only just noticing how tall he is.

“I like you a bloody lot, Y/N” he whispers.

“Hypothetically?” I ask, making him laugh. The sound is like music to my ears, calming my pounding heart.

“No. For real” he smiles.

“Good, because I like you a bloody lot too” I whisper.

He fully closes the distance between us, his arms linking around my waist. I rise onto my tip-toes, letting my lips brush against his lightly before kissing him properly. My eyes flutter closed instinctively, only the sound of my blood rushing in my ears breaking the silence. It takes an effort for me not to groan against his lips as he traces the curve of my hip. Almost pinching myself to check if I’m dreaming, I smile widely as we break apart for air. Who would have guessed that something like this would happen?

The one I love | Fionn Whitehead


Anonymous said: Yay, so I have a couple of them if you don’t mind lovely! Alrighty, first one if you could, a fluff one of when fionn and y/n were having a convo-debate about something and it made him realize you were the one? Or along those sentences thank you!

Word count: 1,624

Request here + masterlist + guidelines.

Originally posted by softtroublemaker

I think I changed it a bit, but I hope you still like it!

Coming from a family full of artists, your future was decided to be as successful as your family’s since the moment you were born.

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You Are My Anchor ~Derek Hale~

Summary: Reader is physically abused by her boyfriend (Liam) and goes to Derek in search of something safe- for someone to help her. 

Warnings: Abuse and self hate

Pairings: Platonic!Derek x Reader

Author’s Note: 

Hi guys! I hope you guys enjoy this x 

Stay Safe my people :) 

You were worthless. Nothing. Less than nothing and tonight he showed you. He showed you how little you meant to him. How pathetic and useless you were in his eyes. The man you loved, the man you thought you would marry, beat you. Abused you and left. 

Liam was his name. The person you thought was the one. You have never been this wrong about anyone. 

It had started a few months ago. The snarky comments about your physical appearance, about the way you do things, about hanging out with Derek. The only person you had left. Everything you did was somehow pathetic in his eyes.

He hated Derek and a part of you loathed him for feeling that way about Derek and Scott and Stiles and even Isaac. Your friends. But tonight you just hated him.  

You managed to walk yourself to Derek’s loft. Weakly. You pulled your heavy feet up the stairs. Leaning on the wall occasionally breathing heavily. 

The blood running down your temple impairing your vision and the heavily bruised and swollen eye. Your whole body ached. He didn’t stop no matter how much you screamed. 

Your body convulsed with a sob treating to tear through your body. The tears were too painful. You just had to get to Derek. The person who would be able to fix this all of this shit and protect you- like he’s always done. 

You went to school with Scott and Stiles but you and Derek went way back. He has always been an older brother to you. 

Family friends you would say but when his died tragically in a fire and yours were killed by a rogue pack as they were hunters you and Derek were the only ones left. 

You’ve seen sides of Derek that no knows exists and he has been through everything with you. 

From first breakups, to mental breakdowns, to PMS. He’s family. 

Your whole core was aching as you clenched a hand around your ribcage. Something must’ve been broken. You trudged slowly up the last stairs. 

“Derek!” your voice cracked into the silence bouncing off the wall. You weren’t going to make it to the door. You were going to collapse of pain and exhaustion before then. 

“Help” your voice came and the door slid open. Derek’s silhouette filled the door way but as soon as his eyes landed on your broken figure he bolted to next to you. His facial features coming into view. His worried brow creasing as he caressed your broken face. 

“Who did this?” his voice stammered as he surveyed your injuries. 

“Der- it hurts so much.” your voice came as tears burned their way down your cheeks. He swiftly picked you up but you cried out in pain as your ribs pushed against him. 

“I’m going to take it away.” he whispered as he laid you down on his bed. He slid his hand into yours and the pain slowly started to fade. 

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You guys tired of Abelas yet?

So.  I had some more thoughts.  All of this (or at least the parts that are my theories) are based on an Inquisitor that romances Solas and drinks from the Well.  But, feel free to respond with any theories at all.  Be forewarned.  There are possible spoilers for the end of the game, for Trespasser, and all of this is very unorganized.  So, I’m putting it under the cut.

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Finally got off my lazy ass instead of complaining and watched the episode and I honestly didn’t see anything bad about it.

Perspective really changes once you see things for yourself and don’t rely on the negativity other people say.

Like I was torn to shreds seeing Sarada so upset (my poor grandbaby) and the moment of Sasuke looking so regretful had me 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭.

Then Sakura just blasting that punch on that eyeball infested Shin cracked me up and had me fangirling.

The eyesmex before Sakura passed Sasuke to hug her baby girl 😻😻.

Seeing Sakura walk past Sasuke kinda looked like a weird parallel of when Sasuke first left Konoha, but with my perverted mind I started thinking “SP is sending us a subliminal message of them connecting and shit ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) .”

Man, I even liked the scene of Sakura keeping Sarada from being kidnapped and them freaking out reaching for each other 😭😭😭😦😭😦😭😭😭. The feels.

I kinda even understand why they didn’t show the Kages’ meeting like in the Gaiden. (the timeline screw up is one of my theories) and they seem to be kinda rounding up some of the things that didn’t make sense.

Tho be prepared for the next episode cos we’ll be getting the bogus ass DNA test from Orochimaru’s lair next (if SP sticks to the manga for that)

All in all it wasn’t so bad. Next time I’ll just look at the damned thing cos let’s face it… The fandom has gotten pretty negative that we sometimes see something bad in the little things that aren’t even negative at all.

PS: fuck the antis. We’ve got this. We’re a strong fandom and we always find a way to have fun and celebrate together despite all the bullshit. That’s what makes us great.

To the Four of Us (Part Nineteen)

premise: modern AU chronicling the squad as they make their way through college and deal with general life things.

soundtrack song: The End of All Things - Panic! At The Disco

full soundtrack: x

words: 2,640

warnings: STRONG trigger warning for abuse!!! PLEASE keep that in mind before you read. I italicized it so if this applies to you, you are still safe to read this as long as you skip the italics (it is written in first person so it’s also distinguishable by that.) BE SAFE YOUNG ONES I LOVE YOU ALL<3


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“So who is John anyways?” Charles asked eagerly after ten minutes straight of dead silence.

He, Alexander, and Aaron were half an hour into their impromptu road trip to rescue John from the train station across the state. Charles was growing restless already, which was annoying Alexander and Aaron, although they silently admitted that it was probably their fault for completely ignoring him.

“The guy he’s fucking,” Aaron said, pointing his thumb in Alexander’s direction with a chuckle.

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mediabell  asked:

*Slithers out of my hiding place like the Slytherin I am* Screw it, I'm going to help! Lately, I think I've been needing a little ascension, too. *Picks up two giant white bricks* Say, Daniel, if you don't mind my asking, are you aware of how Xzeemugg(I forgot how to spell it ;-;) came to be in the first place? Every god I've ever read about seems to have a backstory, and I'm really interested about this one so I can learn more about it when I'm older and an Anthropologists!

“He was an outcasted Ancient One! Well, not outcasted.. more like he seperated from them.”

Kiss and tell

Can u do an imagine where y/n and justin are friends and them and squad go on a camping trip or sum and like they end up hooking up and the next morning j is making jokes to y/n and shes getting annoyed cause she doesnt want squad to know about what happened?❤️


Originally posted by ppinkbow

*Warning, steamy content ahead*


“We can’t tell anyone” I moan as Justin presses kisses against my neck, my eyes closing in bliss.

“I don’t kiss and tell baby” He whispers in my ear, making me smile and attach my lips to his.


*12 hours earlier*


“Are we honestly doing this right now? Tell me we’re not doing this. Tell me I’m dreaming and in a few moments I’ll wake up and be in my bed.” I pant as we continue to walk through the woods.

I hear laughter in front me, Justin, Kendall, Za and Khalil all ahead of me.

“Y/N the more you complain the longer it’ll take to get there.” Justin says over his shoulder, and I huff, wiping the tiny droplets of sweat from my head and cringing in disgust.

“Are we almost there! I’m starting to stink.” I ask, the blazing sun scalding my skin and I curse when I realize I didn’t put on sunscreen.

“Justin seriously, I’m dying over here.” I moan as I watch my feet in front of me.

“If we’re not almost here I’m stopping and going back because I can’t deal-” I stop short when I bump into a body, making me look up.

“Justin what the hell? Why’d you-” it was then that I noticed the extremely large cabin in front of me, and my mouth dropped.

“We’re here.” Justin chuckles, grabbing my hand and leading me inside the cabin.

“Power, AC , Alcohol. Everything you could ever need or want is in this cabin. And it’s ours for the weekend. Our stuff was dropped off earlier.” Justin grins, and I can’t help but smile too.

“Yo Justin this is dope!” Za says, doing some handshake with him before going upstairs to check the rest of the place out.

“This honestly is amazing Jay.” Kendall says, giving him a hug.

“Ugh I need a shower.” Kendall adds before turning and going upstairs also.

I look up at Justin. “You really outdid yourself huh.” I smirk at him, and he laughs.

“Anything for my friends.” He says, bumping fists with me before walking over to the kitchen, starting up a conversation with Khalil.

I sigh as I turn to walk upstairs and find my room before stepping inside and shutting the door behind me.

I open my suitcase and pull out clean clothes,

Walking inside the bathroom, I turn on the shower before stripping off my sweaty clothes, the warm water hitting my skin.


“Y/N are you feeling better now?” Khalil teases and everyone laughs, making me roll my eyes and take another sip of my drink.

“Much better thanks” I say sarcastically, before snuggling closer to Justin.

“Guys leave her alone.” Justin defends and I smile.

“We all know what a drama queen she could be.” He adds, causing another rupture of laughter and I glare at him before standing up, moving to sit next to Za.

“Oh come on don’t be like that.” Justin laughs, and I rest my head on Za’s shoulder, his arm wrapping around me.

“Screw you Justin” I slur slightly, my mind fuzzy from the shots we had taken previously.

“Uh oh you did it now Jay” Kenny giggles, completely wasted and on her third cup of beer.

“Alright Kendall I think that’s enough drinking for you” Khalil says as he grabs the cup from her, making her pout.

“What a lightweight” Za mumbles and I burst out laughing, ignoring Justin’s eyes on me as I did so.

Za looked down at me, amused.

“Alright so I think it’s time for all of us to get to bed. We’ve had a long day.” Za says, and I groan as he stands up.

“Damn it Za you were a good pillow” I laugh, and he chuckles.

“You got her J?” He asks and Justin nods.

I got up and walked to the kitchen as the squad went upstairs, opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water to drink.

“You okay?” Justin asks, startling me.

“Justin! You scared me.” I laugh, clutching my heart.

“Sorry. And sorry for what I said earlier. I didn’t mean to upset you.” Justin rubs the back of his neck, and I smile, walking up to him. I put my hands on his shoulders.

“You didn’t upset me silly.” I say, before staring down at his lips.

“You have really nice lips.” I blurt, making Justin furrow his eyebrows and smile. I close my eyes in embarrassment.

“Thanks. So do you” he says, taking me by surprise.

I looked up at him, and before I realized what was going on, I was kissing him. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me, my entire body igniting as he deepens the kiss, our tongues moving against each other.

“Take me upstairs” I whisper before pulling away from him, letting him lead me to his bedroom.

He closed and locked the door behind him before turning around, his hands finding my waist as he kissed me again.

“Are you sure about this?” He asks as he lays me down on the bed, his lips finding my neck. I nod quickly.

“We can’t tell anyone” I moan as Justin presses kisses against my neck, my eyes closing in bliss.

“I don’t kiss and tell baby” He whispers in my ear, making me smile and attach my lips to his.


I woke up to the sun shining in my face making me squint, my temple throbbing and I could feel a distant headache.

I moved to sit up before realizing that I was completely naked and I froze.

Turning to my side, I spot Justin on the bed next to me and all the imagines of last night run through my mind in flashes. Justin and I in the kitchen, Justin and I on his bed, Justin on top of me, me on top of Justin.

I cup my mouth, quickly sliding out of the bed and grabbing my clothes, slipping them on and quietly leaving Justin’s room before tip toeing to mine.

Once the door was locked behind me, I let out a deep breath, bringing my fingers to my lips as I remember Justin’s lips on mine. I smile before moving towards the bathroom to take a shower.


“Morning everyone” I say as I get downstairs, everyone already in the kitchen and eating.

“Morning sunshine.” Kendall says and I grin at her.

“You look happier today.” Za says, and I sigh.

“You look like you got laid.” Justin says, a smirk on his face. My eyes widen in shock as everyone laughs, my face heating up.

“Can you not be a jerk for once in your life?” I snap at him as I grab the orange juice from the table, pouring myself a glass and taking a sip.

“I think you know exactly what I can do, don’t you Y/N ?” He asks,raising an eyebrow and I choke on my juice.

“Ummm, am I missing something?” Khalil asks and I glare at Justin.

“No, Justin’s just being his usual jackass self. We should go swimming!” I quickly change the subject, and everyone agrees.

As we all go upstairs to change, I pull Justin back, crossing my arms.

“What happened to no telling anyone!” I whisper shout at him, and he rolls his eyes.

“Chill I was just joking.”

“Yeah well your jokes aren’t helping. I don’t need our friends knowing about a drunk hookup between us.” I say, and Justin clenches his jaw.

“So that’s all it was? A drunk mistake?” He asks, his tone hard.

I look at him, refusing to give in.

“Justin I -”

“You may have been tipsy Y/N, but you knew exactly what you were doing when you kissed me. So don’t give me that ‘drunk hookup’ shit.” He growls, and I rub my temples.

“What’s your problem? We both agreed-”

“To keep it to ourselves. I got it, whatever.” he says, before turning and walking away, leaving me confused.

The real kind of date (T)

➳The real kind of man  ➳The real kind of love   ➳The real kind of idiocy

Summary: JungKook’s 5 steps (or more) on how not to screw up a date with a hot guy. Or “How to very easily screw things up with the guy that likes you. Or girl. Doesn’t matter.”

Pairing: JungKook x Jimin, JungKook x TaeHyung

Word count: 1677

Notes: This is for @obsessedwithinuxboku ‘casue you’ve managed to revive my love for this series. Extra notes at the end. enjoy :)

Alright, alright, I know what all of you sneaky little curious folks are thinking right now when you’re reading these lines. But fear not, your worries are unfounded because the “The pitiful chronicles of an idiot” have been revived from the dust of my mind. Jeon JungKook’s, and that means, me, bone and flesh, even more embarrassing, flustered and in love than before. 

You see, a lot of things have happened since we’ve last talked, or better said, I talked and you listened, read and probably laughed your ass off. Everything is so much better when you’re not in the skin of the respective person. Honestly, sometimes, when I stare at the ceiling at 3 in the morning, I burst out laughing, because everything that I do and seems so serious and important, turns out to be…a laugh fest.

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anonymous asked:

Hey love, maybe Alex Summers and "I’m usually excellent at debates but you leave me tongue-tied and you don’t have to be so damn smug about it” au

Alex Summers + this prompt list

A/N: I fucking l o v e public speaking and public speaking AUs. Like, so goddamn much, you have no idea. Public speaking competitions are full of so many insanely intelligent, capable people, and the finals are the most cutthroat showdowns you’ll ever witness (especially if you watch some of the more intense cross ex debating finals jesus fuckin christ)

Alex watches as you take the floor to present your closing arguments for the proposition, and the smile you give him would be kind of terrifying if he weren’t so goddamn attracted to the ironclad determination gleaming in your eyes as you rise languidly from your seat and stalk almost predatorily to the makeshift podium at the front of the classroom. Nodding briefly at Sean, who’s keeping time for the debate, you consult your palm cards one last time before beginning your calculated and systematic dismantling of the opposition’s proposed model.

Debating is not a blood sport, but if ever there was a speaker whose words could cause physical damage, your closing arguments would do it. You are scathing, contemptuous, dismissive and condescending by turns, and your complete annihilation of his team’s case is so breathtaking that Alex almost doesn’t care that you’ve left all the most important points of his speech dead in the water before he’s even begun. As you make your closing remarks, before you saunter back towards the desks on your side of the room, you glance over at him, one brow arched in a silent challenge, smirk firmly in place.

He gets slowly to his feet, absentmindedly tapping his notes against his hand, and as he crosses the room to the podium, a thread of irritation cuts through the haze of his attraction to you, because he’s really good at debating most of the time, and it’s almost unfair how easily you make him flustered. He already knows you’ve earned best speaker, and he hasn’t made a single point of information the entire debate, so he’ll be seriously marked down for that, and he knows he should care a hell of a lot more about it than he does, but he can’t help it. Debating used to be his wheelhouse, something that came naturally to him, but you’re beautiful and intelligent and funny and just watching your reactions to the arguments made is enough to distract him from the actual subject matter.

Alex’s speech is good, but it isn’t up to his personal standard, and he’s unsurprised, if a little disappointed when the points are tallied and you win the debate and best speaker by a landslide. He all but forgets his disappointment, however, when you approach him on your way out of the classroom, the soft smile curving your pretty lips rendering him utterly and uncharacteristically speechless.

“Hey, you spoke really well,” you start, leaning against the desk in front of him as he gathers his notes, and he looks up, a rueful grin on his face.

“It was fine. Not my best work. You were incredible, though. Like, seriously astounding,” he replies, and the way your face lights up in delight at his words makes him almost happy that he lost.

“You really think so? I wasn’t really sure where my opening statements were going, which is actually what I wanted to talk to you about, because yours are always amazing, and I was wondering if you could help me with mine, if you don’t mind,” You get out in a rush, fidgeting anxiously as you await his response, and if Alex wasn’t head over heels for you before, he’s sure as hell completely screwed now, because you’re stunning, and he’s suddenly very aware of just how close to him you’re standing.  

“You absolutely deserved best speaker, so I don’t know how much help I can actually give you with your opening remarks, but I’m more than happy to try. On one condition.” He takes a steadying breath. “Two conditions, actually,” he adds, and you raise an eyebrow curiously, prompting him to go on. “One, you help me with my rebuttals, because mine are kind of mediocre. And two,” he meets your gaze and silently wills himself not to lose his nerve. “Go on a date with me. Please.”

He’s pretty sure he’s never been so nervous in his life, so when a delighted smile spreads slowly across your face, he’s pretty sure he’s grinning like an idiot, and he’d be worried about looking like an idiot in front of you, when suddenly you lean forwards and press your lips softly and quickly against his, and nothing else matters.

“Those conditions work for me,” you whisper, giving him a small smile before walking out of the classroom.

anonymous asked:

I'm getting way, way too into this girl I met here on Tumblr. She runs a sex blog like mine and I don't think she wants anything serious. She's so sexy and I love playing with her. How can I ignore the feelings and keep things casual? I mean her body and mind are just oh my god perfect.

That’s a question that has been around since long before we ever existed on this planet … you need to get your head straight and be happy with what you have, which is an amazing fuck buddy. Don’t screw it up by trying to turn it into anything else. But that’s just my opinion 😉 Thank you for sharing! 💋

anonymous asked:

Can you do a one shot where Lucas finds Riley crying cause she's tired of people judging their relationship and saying he should be with someone like Maya.

I got another similar request; Can you do rucas one shot where theyve been together for three weeks but Riley still fears that he may not actually like her and may change his mind but then Lucas reassures her and they have a passionate kiss or make out session ?

So I’m going to sort of combine the two! Hope thats okay :) PS sorry it took so long to get around to both of these!!

Riley was in a cloud of bliss after the resolution of the triangle. She finally had Lucas to herself and not at the expense of Maya’s pain. Her friends were excited for the resolution as well, even more so that their friend circle remain intact.

Smackle would not so subtly press for intamate details involving Lucas and Maya would be delicate with the topic, not wanting to sound jealous. Even her peers were excited about the end of Riley, Maya and Lucas. They’d observe their interactions much like the time in middle school.

As the first week passed Riley began to notice everyone’s curiosity die down a bit which made Riley happy, she could enjoy Lucas on her own without thinking the world was watching their every move.

After the second week passed Riley realised people were in fact still watching her budding relationship, although, they were just being quieter about it. She noticed two of their peers whispering one afternoon in Topanga’s when she was getting smoothies with Lucas. When Riley glanced over at them they looked away with guilty expressions. Riley tried to shake the incident off but she couldn’t help but notice similar occurrences happen in the halls at schools.

As another week passed Riley notices people were being less conspicuous. She’d find mainly girls and a few guys straight up staring at her every time she interacted with her boyfriend and they’d sport judgmental looks as they whispered amongst herself. Riley kept this to herself not wanting to sound paranoid or cause any unnecessary riffs between her and Lucas.

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The award for the best character this year goes to...

Original Imagine Link: Imagine the Winchesters take you to one of Chuck’s conventions and you learn that you are one of the most popular characters in the series.

Warnings: language

Word Count: 1443

(Y/N= your name, Y/H/C= your hair colour, Y/E/C= your eye colour)

Fic/Link to Fic:

Being a friend of Sam and Dean’s, you knew about the books. You knew how much it bothered them and how uncomfortable it made them. That’s why it came as a surprise when they wanted to visit one of his conventions.

“We promised Chuck we will attend. And we promised we’ll take you with.” Sam begged you.

“I simply don’t understand why you did that. I don’t understand why you even promised to go when you hate those books.” You laughed nervously. “Oh, and you hate those people who dress like you. Don’t get me mentioned on the case of Becky.”

This one made Sam rethink his choices a little. “Yes, but it’s still fun. We get to play pranks on them, plus we find out some things from them that we never noticed.”

“Yeah, like?” You clearly doubted that they even spoke to them.

“We found out what happened to you before you joined us.” Dean stated, cold and uninterested.

“I’m in the books?” This surprised you. You knew about everything that was written, Dean and Sam told you, but they never mentioned you. “You only now remembered to tell me I am part of the freaking books?!”

“I guess we just forgot.” Sam had a smug smile on his face.

“Hey, wait.” You ran after them and saw them sitting inside an Impala, you knew they were waiting for you. “What does he say about me?”

“You’ll have to join us and see for yourself.”

This will be fun. You thought for yourself and entered the car. Dean started it and you were on the road. It was really hot day and you regreted this jumper you were wearing. Something ad to be done. With that thought you took it off and were left in black T-shirt and black skinny jeans.

It was boring to drive with them, they spoke to each other and you didn’t care to join. You were wondering what Chuck wrote about you. How could you be so oblivious to thought that you are part of Winchesters’ lives? Of course Chuck was gonna write you in. He wrote about the way Dean fucked and how much Sam was obsesed with his latop, surely he fit you in there somewhere. At least as their sidekick.

Yeah, sure. That thought made you laugh a little because you never were their sidekick. You saved their arses quite a few times. Not even Dean could deny that.

“Okay, we’re here.”

Dean parked in front of a tall building which looked pretty scary. It was old and you wondered how it was still standing. Some kind of poster was on it and door were wide opened.

“We don’t know what or who we’ll see inside, but whatever you see, it isn’t real. It’s all costumes and masks, that’s what they do.” Sam informed you.

“They act like Halloween is in the middle of freakin’ summer.” Dean mummbled to himself, but you heard it and it made you laugh a little.

Before you could enter, you saw Chuck coming towards you. He had a huge smile plastered across his face. He shooks Dean’s and Sam’s hand and pulled you in for a hug.

“I must say, you are even more beautiful in reality.” His compliment made you blush and you looked down to your red sneakers.

“There is so much more people than the last year. Almost all of them are cosplaying, there are just a few of them that are part of the staff and the ones that probably don’t know what a convention is.” Chuck laughed and led us all inside.

“Wow.” Was all you could say.

People were walking around and they were all hanging out. What made you most surprised was that most of them looked like you. They had same (Y/H/C) hair and (Y/E/C) eyes just like you had. They wore same red sneakers like you did. Some of them wore same AC/DC shirt that you stole from Dean, some wore your thights that had flowers on them, some of them wore your brown leather jacket.

“I think she’s impressed.” Chuck laughed again and waved his hand in front of your eyes.

“But how do they know? What exactly do they know?” You suddnly remembered all the private things that you did and every private thought that you had.

“Everything, they know everything. Even some things that Sam and Dean don’t know.” Chuck whispered that last part.

“I think I need something to drink.” You said and started to search for the bar. Guy who worked there looked exactly like Dean. It scared you a little, but you reminded yourself to breathe.

“Nice.” He pointed at your outfit. “You look exactly like (Y/N)!”

“Isn’t that spooky.” You rolled your eyes. It suddenly made perfect sense why Dean hated these things.

“You don’t seem that impressed by all of this.” Fake Dean started to mix my drink.

“I was kind of brought here against my will, but I still haven’t checked out everything. Maybe I’ll change my opinion.”

“Dear fans, our dearest writer, Carver Edlund, will speak to us now. You should join us in hall 1.”  The voice over the spaker said and I obeyed. My legs brought me to hall 1 where I met with Sam and Dean again.

“Are you okay? You look a little pale.” Sam had his concerned look.

“Yeah, I’m great. I just feel a bit overwhelmed with all of this.” You smiled to show him everything is fine.

“Everyone give a big clap for the writer of the Supernatural books, Carver Edlund.” Becky announced Chuck and he entered the stage. This was 10th convention and he still looked nervous. You could see his hands shaking, but he tried to hide it with a smile.

“Thank you all for being here today. I’m happy to see so many of you, I hope you’ll have fun in all the activities that we prepared for you. I guess I’ll be taking questions now.” Most of the hands from the audience shot up and your eyes widened.

“Yeah, right. You there.” Chuck picked out a girl who looked just like you.

“Could you descibe (Y/N) for your point of view?” It surprised you to hear that question was about you.

Chuck’s eyes met your’s. “Well, she is this badass character who isn’t in any way related to brothers, but they see her as their sister. She saved them many times, some of them I didn’t even describe in the books. She must be only hunter that didn’t have screwed up family. She just showed up in my mind one day and I knew that was what the story needs. A great hunter who if female equivalent of Sam and Dean combined.” The crowd cheered and clapped at his response. Chuck picked out another question.

“I am a huge fan of (Y/N) and I think you did great with her character. I would love to meet a real person who is like her. My question is: do you plan to make her and Castiel a thing? I think they both have feeling for each other and I am dying to see them happy.”

You felt your cheeks heating up and you knew they were getting red. It made you look down, but you felt Dean’s and Sam’s eyes on you. You knew that if you looked up the questions would start.

“Uhh, I can’t really answer that. You’ll have to wait for the next book and see.” Chuck nervously laughed.

The rest of the day went great, it seemed like everybody forgot about you and Cas question. You went around with the brothers and Chuck even gave you a private tour of every place in that building.

You met a lot of fans of yourself and they all spoke kindly of you. You found out of all the ‘ships’ that existed. It made you laugh when you saw Sam and Dean escape that place as soon as they could. Many people complimented you on great portrait of (Y/N). In the end, you did have a lot of fun there, but it was time to leave.

“Thank you so much for inviting me here. I had fun, but I was also a little spooked.” You gave Chuck a hug.

“It’s nothing, you should come to this things more often. Fans really love you.” He smiled.

“Stay out of trouble, we’ll see you soon.” Dean entered Impala and you followed.

“I’m so tired, I could fall asleep right here.” You nested in your seat and closed your eyes.

“So (Y/N), when did you think of telling us about Cas?”

Perfect ENTP Stereotype: Marc Maron

“Left wing, right wing, I am wingless and tired of trying to fly. Here comes the ground.”

“Have you ever had one of those moments when you look up and realize that you’re one of those people you see on the train talking to themselves?”

“The bile makes it better. I am an information wasting machine - 100s of words a day.”

“It’s not all about love. That’s half of it… The other half is about that moment you have with yourself when you’re looking in the mirror, and you just go, ‘Oh man. I’m going to compromise my dreams, get fat, sick, old and die someday. I kind of want to have someone around for that.'”

“Is there any indication we shouldn’t be depressed? Are you living on the same planet that I am? Do you ever think that depression might be the reasonable human response to the crap we’re going through as a species, meant to propel us into the next evolutionary step or, at least, into taking some different course of action, so that we might survive? Do you ever think that maybe it’s the happy people that are really screwed up in the head?”

“I don’t believe in preparing. I personally don’t really like preparers. They’re annoying people generally. Like, ‘I really prepared for this.’ Well, you’re a coward. Where’s your sense of adventure? How important is it? Like why are you setting yourself up for that?…Don’t prepare man. Just load up! In my mind if I don’t prepare and I pull this off I’m a fucking genius and if I don’t pull it off, well, I didn’t prepare. If I set my mind to it I would have nailed that shit, but no I didn’t prepare, because I like to throw the dice, man, feel alive. What’s going to happen? I don’t know. I might fail, I don’t know, fuck them.That would be you.”

anonymous asked:

Just out of curiosity (and I hope you don't mind me asking), how much of your reverse outline have you gotten through now?

I don’t mind at all! It’s currently…about 2/3 of the way through the first arc? Mostly. I can’t decide whether to combine a few bits, in which case it would be about ½. 

Just for reference, though, before anyone thinks my outlines are anything remotely serious, this is what it looks like atm:


Get Naruto somewhere safe. Also, ditch the Freak Squad. (Fuck, what is this, you’re just throwing all the socially inept genius idiots at me now, screw you.)

-Try Suna. Okay, never mind, bad idea. Shukaku is a fucking psycho. Well, at least Naruto made a friend. (But hold up, why is he following us?)

-Okay, really need to ditch the Freak Squad. They’re starting to get on my nerves.

-Oh hello Kakuzu, you fucker. You’re hunting me too? Fantastic. You guys can compare techniques, I’m gone.

-Should probably send Taki a note to let them know I really didn’t meant to steal their jinchuuriki.

-Fine. Matatabi’s mostly reasonable. Her host is also 13. Oops. (Wait a second, why are you following me?)

-Last resort, Utakata. Saiken’s a freak, but beggars can’t be choosers and I’ve still got Kakuzu/the Freak Squad up my ass. And everyone else, what the fuck is this I hate everyone.

…Yeah. Let’s pretend I know what I’m doing and say we’re 2/3 of the way through the road trip arc. Uh, yay? *jazz hands*

anonymous asked:

Your ar is so butiful!!!! I showed one of your drawings to my friend and they sait its realy good! I love your art it make me smile. But i was thinking why did you liked my drawing if its just a mesy schech or school work drawing?

Haha people say its good, I just dont see it, gotta improve but im such a lazy ass that Ijust want to finish the drawing quickly and I screw up xD but I want to do something pure out of my mind but I dont have it yet, messy sketch or school drawings are awesome too so why not

Lydia Martin- Stood Up (Part 1)

Can you do a Lydia Martin imagine where the reader asks Lydia on a date (awkwardly ) and Lydia gets caught up with a pack meeting making said reader think she was stood up.

  • A/N: Does anyone want a Part 2 to this? I feel like the story should continue after that cliffhanger. And, I really want to end this story on a good note after all that fighting between them.


“Should I ask her out, Alli?” I question to my best friend. “I mean, she does seem to like you,” She replies back. “But, we’re friends and what if she doesn’t like me and-and I ruin our friendship!?” I quietly yell at her. “Y/N, you’re hot, smart, funny, charming and the list goes on. She has to like you! You’re amazing and so beautiful,” Allison says cheering me up and giving me confidence. “Thanks, All…” I say back. Lydia walks over, “Ugh do you guys want to hangout after school? My mom’s not home.” Lydia says. “I’m in” “Me, too”.

I made sure to dress to impress. And the person I was trying to impress was Lydia. I made my way to the front door before my phone vibrated. I just got a text from Allison, I read aloud, “Sorry, I can’t make it, today. It’s my dad ugh. Sorry. Maybe next time?”. I mumbled, “Thanks, Alli” under my breath as I walked out of the door and locked it. This was definitely not going to be awkward at all. “I’m going to screw everything up. She’s too good for me. I don’t deserve her. She probably doesn’t even like me…” Thoughts of disbelief in myself clouded my mind.

I pulled into Lydia’s driveway and texted her that I was here. “Y/N! I’m so glad you could make it. Come in. I was thinking we could watch some scary movies, hmm? What do you say?”, she questioned me. “Sounds great, actually,” I say back. Her unsure look turns into a big grin as she tugs me upstairs. “Take your shoes off, and get on,” she demanded. I have to be honest, I liked when she ordered me around. I slide my flip flops off my feet and climb on her bed. It was pretty spacious. Lydia started closing the blinds, “It’s for darkness and dramatic effect.” she said defending her actions. She jumps on the bed, “I’ll pick the movie. Thank you, very much,” she says in a sarcastic and sassy tone.

We movie marathoned for 6 hours straight until I heard her voice erupt from all the screaming coming from the movie. “It’s getting pretty late. Do you want to go home?” she asked me. “Yeah,” I said before getting up and yawning. I felt Lydia’s eyes on me. I bent down making sure to keep my butt in the air for her clear view. I heard a slight noise that may have sounded like a moan. I quickly put my shoes back on and turned around to face her. “Did you say something?” I ask her. She blushes furiously, “N-no um… I just yawned,” she lies. She walks me downstairs following behind me. “Lydia, can I ask you something?” “You just did, but, go on,” she says with her usual sarcastic tone. “D-did you want to may-maybe go on a date with me on Friday…?” I finally spat out stuttering throughout the sentence. I cringed at what I just said. “Yeah. I’d love to, actually,” she replies as I smirk. “That’s great…I’ll see you on Friday. But, also tomorrow in school,” More cringing at myself as I say those last few words. “Okay, Y/N, see you tomorrow. Goodnight,” she says and the whispers, “girlfriend…”. I walk down a couple steps and wave goodbye while turning back to face her.

It’s Friday, 1 hour before Lydia picks me up for our first date. I make sure to dress in a cute way for her. I start counting minutes until I get to see her. And finally after waiting so long, it is 6:00pm. I give her an extra 10 minutes as she could be running late but, she doesn’t show. I start worrying. “Honey, isn’t your date supposed to be here, by now?”, my mom says walking into the room. “Yeah… I don’t know where she is.” I confess. “She’s probably just trying to be extra cute for you since she likes you so much,” she says. “Thanks, mom,” I say back. She leaves the room. I sit on the couch waiting for Lydia. I text her and try calling her. It’s almost 7… I feel my heart begin to break and the worst thoughts float into my head. “She doesn’t like me. I am such a fool. She is too good for me.” I head back up to my room pouting as tears begin to form. That night, I cry. I actually cry myself to sleep…I was stood up by the one person I cared for most.

I wake up to a knock at the front door. My mom, at work, I have to pull myself together and face whoever could be standing there. I walk downstairs not at all eager to be up. “Who is it?” I say yawning out with my makeup still messed up from last night’s crying. I see Lydia there. My eyes widen but before I could yell at her she speaks out, “I know I didn’t come. I’m so sorry. Something really important came up. Please. Let me inside. I can explain everything. “First of all, not only did you not come, you didn’t call to cancel or fucking respond to my texts! Second of all, Something more important? It better be  a fucking life or death situation if it was more important than us! And lastly, fuck you! Why should I let you in!? You embarrassed me beyond belief! I feel like a worthless piece of garbage!” I yell at her in front of all my neighbors not a care who hears. “Y/N, I have a reason. Trust me. Please, baby,” she says. “We are not dating. Nor will we ever date. I can’t be with someone who treats me like this! Do not call me ‘baby’ again. Get off my porch and stay out of MY LIFE!” I scream one last time before slamming the door in her face. I turn away from the door before sliding my back down alongside it. I hear her first steps receding away and her car driving off. I feel broken and damaged.