my night went a little something like this

anonymous asked:

so i went to the party with my crush, i met him on the way there so we walked together, he was very drunk and probably on something, we talked a little and i asked if he was okay cause he didn't seem okay (again drunk af) and we were 85% of the night in the same friend group, i then noticed him with another girl he seemed to like which im now very sad about, i hope it doesn't work out and that he'll be mine, on a good note i hugged him yesterday.. kinda wanna text him but idk, im scared

lmao, I see you wish him nothing but the best, also ew fam, I cringed when you said that he might’ve been on something (surprise, surprise I’m not fan of drugs) but if you’re okay with it then that’s cool I guess (don’t let his looks cloud your judgement btw)… I mean now it’s only a question whether he even remembers the interaction he had with you, lol 

A toadally cool story...

So a couple weeks ago I dumped out my beardie’s lay box sand in the rock garden near my front door. It was undisturbed for the most part until I set up a little plastic skeleton decoration. The next morning I saw a small impression in the sand but didn’t think anything of it. 

2 nights later there was another, and the night after that there was a hole! 

I figured we must have gophers and was going to fill the hole in when I got home later that evening. But surprise! 

I found the culprit! 

This little toad must have decided the sand made a nice burrow. And I suppose Mr. Skellington makes for a nice, quiet room mate!

The little toad showed up every night for an entire week. Guarding the rock garden and eating buggos. Recently it hasn’t been around at night and I was feeling a little down. I went outside this afternoon to take a picture of the burrow to show some friends and found it filled in. I wasn’t sure if it was one of the maintenance workers who filled the hole in, but as I was looking at the picture on my phone, I noticed something at the top.

My little toad friend! It’s been getting hot again, in the upper 90s to 100s during the day and 80s at night. Looks like it abandoned the dry sand and found a cool, damp spot under the wall. I got a little cup from my kitchen, filled it up with water, some small rocks and a little dirt and buried it in the sand nearby so hopefully that helps a little. 

My neighbors probably think I’m nuts because they all spray chemicals to keep bugs and lizards away and here I am with hoards of geckos crowding around my porch lights at night and little toads keeping my Halloween decorations company.

anonymous asked:

what are your favorite little anecdotes about mary ?

Sorry I took so long! 

  • She literally did not have to woo Shelley at all. She was just that great of a person that he was swept off his feet just by her being her.
  • She surprised Godwin’s friends who tried to patronize her at 14 by being like “anyways here’s a highly complex political essay I wrote.” 
  • Shelley’s parents Did Not Approve, so when he went to sit on the front porch steps to harass them (since he wasn’t allowed inside his own home for a long list of reasons) she sent him with a book that had her name inscribed on it. In very large letters. (:
  • One time after they’d eloped Shelley told her she could bathe in a creek and dry off with leaves and her response was essentially “have you lost every ounce of your mind?” & I find it so funny because me too, Mary.
  • She slept in a bed with Shelley that rats and bugs were prone to crawling all over at some cheap motel and didn’t even complain. What an icon.
  • She would always add on to Shelley’s letters where he was being super dramatic, like saying he was dying or something and be like, “He’s fine he’s a baby when he’s sick.” 
  • Running up a hill in the rain to get to Byron in an age where getting slightly chilled could kill you exemplifies how Little of a Shit my girl gave. 
  • She once got so agitated waiting on Shelley to return that she went out in the middle of the night and in the rain looking for him herself.
  • She sent all these specifications to Shelley about a hat for their son but then was like “ACTUALLY I probably won’t even like it so just never mind.” Which is the constant mood.
  • Her always telling him to cut his hair. 
  • Her putting up with Shelley just like, in general.
  • She slept with Shelley’s friends a lot (which was totally cool and encouraged by him, since they were in an open relationship) and her letters to them are so flirtatious that I love it. 
  • Speaking of which, she was a GIANT flirt. Which I love, love, love. She was so confident. 
  • She would help Shelley a lot with his translations. He would read to her in the desired language and she wrote it down, which speaks about both her intelligence and her dedication to being a scholar alongside him.
  • Funny things aside, she was able to handle multiple deaths with her sanity intact. She had just miscarried when Shelley died, but she managed to get out of the bed to go to Byron in efforts to find out what had happened. She was SUCH a strong woman.

She didn’t do any wild stuff like Shelley, but she was sassy, confident, and funny and that’s enough for me.

39 Hours

Summary: When the reader narrowly escapes a known serial killer, Detective Dean Winchester shows up to work the case before it goes cold. But can he catch the killer before he strikes again?…

Pairing: Detective!Dean x reader

Word Count: 12K

Warnings: language, kidnapping, violence, injury, mentions of murder

A/N: Gruff Detective Dean…oh how I’ve missed you…

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Heart on the Line (part 15)


You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU

author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1217

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first dance

requested: by yours truly

warnings: i don’t think there are any! there’s a mention of a nude pic, but there’s no description of it

pairings: tom holland x reader

summary: you and tom have gotten incredibly close, and he eventually asks you to visit him in los angeles for a special night.

a/n: this one is REALLLLY long, but i liked it. this is a gender neutral one as well, except there is a mention of the reader wearing a gown. clothes are gender neutral, but i just thought i’d let you all know!!

thank you for reading it!!! i love you all so much

  • your first year of college is over, and it is now time to go out and live your life the way you’d like to! for a month or two anyway
  • you were finally able to expand your career choice!!
  • you were accepted into an internship which took place in new york. the internship lasted the summer, and it was all expenses paid. apartment and all.
  • you were in new york for awhile, and one day you matched with a famous actor on tinder
    • you were a little cautious of the profile, because let’s be honest, there are sooo many fakes out there these days
    • either way, you messaged him.
    • “jesus, are you really tom holland?”
    • he would respond a couple of hours later with “Yup! It’s me in the flesh. Or on the screen lol”
    • you were still skeptical, because this was just confirmation over text
    • while you were deciding what to message him, he sent another message, “You probably don’t believe me, though. Do you live in New York?”
    • you would reply with “no, i’m here for an internship.”
    • he would say “Same here! Kinda. I’m here for a movie. How long are you here for?”
    • which would get a response of “i’ve been here for about a month and three weeks. i leave next wednesday.”
    • “Ah, I better make my move quickly then, huh? 😉”
    • “listen, you’re cute and all, but i’m not looking for a hookup.”
    • “Oh, me either. I was leading up to ask you if you wanted to go out to dinner with me or something before you go.”
    • “OH!! god i’m so sorry, that’s all i’ve gotten on on this app lmao”
    • “It’s fine! All I’ve ever gotten is “OMMMMMGGGG YOURE TOM HOLLAND I LOOOOOVE YOUR LAST MOVIE” and when I ask which one, they always say Homecoming.”
    • “well, that is a huge movie.”
    • “Yeah, but like-” which was interrupted with a response from you
    • “plus i personally haven’t seen a huge movie with you in it since.”
    • “So you’re not my number 1 fan?”
    • “…do you want me to be…”
    • “…Can u pretend to be…”
  • with this new introduction, you took a chance and agreed to go to dinner with tom the following day
    • you told him you didn’t want to go to an outrageously expensive restaurant just in case things didn’t work out
      • more importantly, just in case this wasn’t actually tom, you could bail and not make whoever it is have to pay a huge bill
      • or if they bailed, you wouldn’t be stuck with a huge bill
    • you both agreed to go to a little diner not too far from where you were staying
    • he was a little late, and you started to get worried
    • but eventually, he rushed through the doors, and started to search around until he finally seen you waving at him
      • you were a little shocked because it was actually him wtf
    • he introduced himself, and started talking about how he tried to be fashionably late, but ended up getting caught in traffic for a really long time
    • you said it was all alright, and that you hadn’t even ordered yet
  • that being said, you both ordered together, and started talking about yourselves.
    • he started the conversation off with something random, like “so how many cats do you have”
    • “where i’m in college, i have no animals of my own.”
    • “perfect.”
    • “don’t you mean purrfect?”
    • “NO.”
    • “do you dislike cats or something, tom?”
    • “i’m allergic. so yes.”
    • “ah. good to know for future birthday presents”
  • the rest of the night went on with little conversations like that, and it eventually lead up to the classic talk about high school
    • “so, let me get this straight,” you would start, “you’re like the physical embodiment of peter parker in school?”
    • he’d nod with a mouthful of spaghetti and mumble, “yup. what about you?”
    • you’d copy him and scoop a forkful of your meal into your mouth and say “personally, i would be (your favorite fictional character)”
    • he would laugh and start saying that the only thing that didn’t fit into place, was the dances/proms they had, “i would always ask someone, or someone would ask me. i guess that’s a good thing!”
    • you would be taking a sip of your drink to wash down your food, and you’d kind of give a soft ‘ah’ type of laugh, and you would speak out while you sat your cup down, “that’s nice. i never really got asked to any dances, or anything. i haven’t really even had a proper first dance, if that tells you anything.” you’d be playing with your food the entire time you spoke, and tom would be watching your fork while listening.
    • he’d gently reply with, “really? someone as charming as you didn’t get asked?”
    • you shrugged, “yeah, i don’t know. people were asking their partners, and i was practically the only one without a date. but, lets not get sad.”
    • you would change the conversation, and ask about something that had a happy connotation
  • after the date, you and tom walked out of the restaurant to be greeted by the city lights, and traffic.
    • “so, did you drive here?” tom would say while you two walked a little ways away from the diner.
    • “nah, i walked. like i said, i’m only about ten minutes from here.”
    • “ohh, yeah. that’s right. you walked here alone?”
    • “no? did you not see the guy sitting beside us in the diner?”
    • he’d be like “NO what the fuck where?”
    • and you’d joke around like “i’m kidding. i can handle myself, tom. plus i got me some pepper spray.”
    • he’d chuckle out, “i believe you. but do you want me to walk you home? it is getting a bit dark.”
    • you would shrug with a smug smile, and say “if you want. you don’t have to though.”
    • boy would literally insist, so on you two went
      • the walk was filled with little laughs, and some banter.
    • once you reached the doors of your apartment building, you turned to tom and said thank you for the night.
    • he returned the favor, and asked if he could get your number.
    • he handed you his phone, you typed in your number, and name with a little emoji beside of it, and handed it back to him.
    • you two said goodnight to each other, and before you even got through the door, tom texted you saying “Nice to be on a phone nuber basis”
    • you turned to him after reading the text and said, “nuber?”
    • which he made a disappointed look and said “it was supposed to say number. i was in a rush.”
    • you’d giggle and say, “okay nuber,” and walk through the doors, leaving tom in the city evening.
      • p.s. nuber was an on going joke for years

  • you and tom had known each other for a couple of months now
  • you two haven’t officially started dating yet, but you were more of a couple than anything
  • you two also didn’t get to see each other as much, because you both left new york, and were back in your original places.
  • word had spread at your college that you and tom had a thing going on, mainly because of the pictures the paparazzi took of you two in new york.
  • so when you finally went back to college, some people would just stare, others would ask you how it felt like to date a celebrity, and others couldn’t care less.
  • a week into classes, you video chatted tom and talked about all of these people trying to befriend you all of a sudden, and how it kind of got on your nerves.
    • “that’s how being famous is, baby doll.”
    • “you’re the famous one in this relationship, thomas.”
    • “relationship? oooo are you asking me out?”
    • “no, thomas.”
    • “C’MOOOOOON Y/N”
    • “NO TOM”
    • “Y/N”
    • “TOM”
    • “ASK ME OUT”
    • “NOoOOooOOOoOO”
      • he would pout the rest of the time on video chat
  • regardless of whether or not you two were actually dating or not, you still missed each other like you were.
  • when november came around, tom asked about your plans for thanksgiving.
    • “i don’t support the mass genocide of the real founders of this country, and the ‘celebratory’ dinner that comes after. why?”
    • “not the answer i expected. so you don’t eat a feast, or anything?”
    • “my family doesn’t know about my hatred, so i have to.”
    • “ohh.”
    • “yeahh. do you want to come up or something? stay a few days?”
    • “sure. i think the directer is calling for a few days off for thanksgiving anyway.”
    • “nice. it’ll be nice to see you again.”
    • “don’t sound too thrilled, love.”
  • tom actually came and picked you up when it was thanksgiving break
    • but he stayed in the car so no one would see him LOL
  • this would be the first time you brought tom home to your family, so he went balls to the wall
    • he even stopped at a rest stop in order to change into more ‘suitable’ clothes
      • “tom, what you’re wearing is fine-”
      • “it’s not giving me a ‘my potential lover, aka your child, has a hatred for this holiday but i want you to know that i loved the meatloaf’ feel.”
      • “…can you not attack me”
    • he had driven in the states before, but it had been awhile, so he definitely brushed up on the technique before picking you up. that didn’t stop you from critiquing, though.
      • “tom, you turn off right up - thomas, get over to the other lane. TOM!!”
      • a few moments of silence interrupted by him saying “did i miss the ramp”
      • “yup. third one within an hour.”
      • “do you still love me”
      • “TOM”
  • while the ride home was filled with his sub-par driving, the actual arrival was pretty good.
    • your family came out to help you with your stuff, and when they seen tom, they were like “!!!!!!!!!!!! Y/N BROUGHT HOME A BOY”
    • they knew about tom coming up, but they came to a realization when he actually stepped out of the car
  • we’ll skip the actual holiday, but the days before and after thanksgiving were so lovely
    • lots of cuddling with tommy
    • he would insist on having hot chocolate or apple cider when it was getting a little chilly
    • he would also insist on sleeping in your bed on cold nights (which he thought every night was “waaaayyyy too cold to be sleeping on a cold couch all alone” so he’d weasel his way under the covers and fake shiver so you’d turn over and cuddle into him to ‘keep him warm’)
  • all in all, tom really impressed your family. especially your aunt who always asks about your love life.
  • after the holiday way over, you and tom left at the same time. he took you back to your dorm, and he headed to the airport to catch his flight.
    • the car ride was a little better as well.
    • it also consisted of tom reciting every kind word he got from your family with this huge smile wiped on his face
    • “your aunt called me your boyfriend”
    • “add a space in the middle, babe”
    • “ugh, can you- dID YOU JUST CALL ME BABE”
    • “oh god-”
    • “babebabebabebabebabebabebabe”

  • so, time elapsed, and it is now april
    • for your entertainment, you and tom had gotten closer and closer. you two still weren’t dating yet, and tom had let up on asking you whether or not you’d ask him out yet.
      • which did freak you the hell out a little, because he would always tease about that, but you didn’t jump to conclusions just yet
    • you two didn’t spend christmas together, as he went home to his family, and you went home to yours.
    • he couldn’t make it for new years either, due to bad weather
      • but that did give him an idea
      • two virtual new years eve kisses
      • since he was several hours before you, new years happened before yours did
      • while you two were video chatting before it hit midnight for him, he suggested a virtual kiss. meaning you both would kiss the camera when the clock struck midnight.
      • when he got you to agree, he was so ecstatic. he was also sooooo ecstatic because not only did he get one virtual kiss, but he’d get two!!!!
    • valentines day wasn’t spent together either, since it was the twins birthday, but you did send them your happy birthday wishes.
      • and u may or may not have sent tom a couple of nudes to make up for it
  • so, back to april!!
  • it is the season of prom!!!
  • that’s all that you seen being advertised tbh
    • “win your dream prom dress! be the fifteenth caller!”
    • “need a corsage? come on down to the flower shack!”
  • reminded you of those glorious times when you were stressed out about who you would tag along and three wheel with
    • but jokes on them because you now have a pretend web slinging almost bf
  • speaking of your almost bf!!
    • it was getting very close to spring break, and he rang you up one day
    • he’d say something like “SO, i was thinking. i have a few days to myself, your spring break is about to start, and i was wondering if you’d like to come up and visit me for a little surprise?”
    • “you mean me fly to you, right?”
    • “i mean unless you plan to walk to la.”
    • “watch it, holland.”
    • “i will be watching it. it being you walking down the driveway of my rented los angeles home and having five days worth of sweat dipping off of you.”
    • “i’m hanging up”
    • “fine, but be packed and ready to go to the airport next week, pretty baby!!”
  • with that conversation, you hung up and started packing for your trip to california!!
    • tom had literally prepared everything in advanced
    • he called your family and made sure it was okay, and since it was him, they said it would be okay.
    • he bought your plane ticket right after they agreed to letting you go LOL
  • a week had flown by, and you had packed most of your dorm to go with you. with a few more adjustments, you were ready to go!
    • once outside of your dorm, you were instructed by tom to find the uber that he sent for you
    • the ride wasn’t too bad, but the airport was about an hour and a half away, so it was a little boring. aside from little side conversations from the driver
  • once you were at the airport, you said thank you to the uber driver, and headed to your gate with your belongings.
    • you quickly made your way over to the desk and were soon admitted entrance!!
  • skipping the plane ride, and you landing, but now you’re in the uber wooooooyeea
    • the entire time you were very excited, but also nervous
    • partially for the surprise, but also because you hadn’t physically seen tom in five months, give or take
    • you hadn’t really changed, and neither had he, but you still had that little voice in the back of your mind
  • he’d text you when you were about five minutes away, and he would say something like “U didn’t bail did u”
    • which would get a sassy “yea, the uber is coming to give you my resignation letter.”
    • and he would reply with “At least you were nice about it :)”
  • you would leave him on read since you were a couple of seconds away from coming up his driveway
  • oh my god seeing him would literally give you so many butterflies
    • you would be grabbing your bags from the trunk of the car, and you’d hear rushed footsteps, and then you’d collide with tom; who would literally hold onto you so tightly that you thought he would break a rib
    • you two would literally be standing there holding each other for a good two minutes before you said you needed to close the trunk and let the driver go on their merry way
    • tom still wouldn’t let go of you lmao so you had to shut the trunk and take out your phone with what little room you had to move so you could pay the driver so he could leave
    • but after you paid the driver, you and tom waddled out of the road and up onto his porch where you two could resume the hug because he still hadn’t let go of you
    • after a couple of minutes of swaying each other, he would cup your cheeks and kiss literally every inch of your face, and you’d be blushing SO HARD
    • but you’d be like “tommyyyy, stooop” while you’d have your hands resting on his wrists
    • and he wold just shake his head and breathe out through his nose while his lips were pressed against your cheek
    • he’d pull away with a huge grin and you could literally see the love in his eyes (wtF i need me a tom holland)
  • while you two would be soaking in each others presence, harrison, whom you briefly met while you were in new york, came over and took your bag inside
    • he knew tom wouldn’t let you go for awhile so he just kind of assumed to take it
  • when tom let go of you, you finally got to go inside and be properly introduced to harrison, and harry.
  • after that, the rest of the night was really calm
    • you were exhausted, and tom could tell, so he didn’t plan to do anything extravagant
    • so instead, you guys just kind of chilled in the living room for the evening
    • u know, watched some movies in your pajamas
      • you and tom definitely cuddled so close together on the couch that a piece of hair couldn’t even fit between you
    • you ended up falling asleep on tom’s shoulder
    • he would just pick you up and hoist you to his room while saying goodnight to the guys
    • you’d wake up mid carry
    • “tommy? where are we going?”
    • “shh, baby. we’re going to bed.”
    • “mm, okay.”
    • he would pull down the covers with his foot, and would slide your feet in along with your body, until your head was situated at the pillows.
    • he’d hop in on the other side, and pull you close to him and just softly whisper “tomorrows a big day” before going to sleep as well
  • wooooo its mornin’ time
    • you two slept in until about noon
    • you were the first to wake up, and you gently shook tom awake, who just held you closer
    • “mmmmmmm, what….”
    • “c’mon, it’s like, noon. we’ve slept in awhile.”
    • he’d slowly raise up and stretch while pressing a kiss to your temple
    • “we’ve got a big day ahead of us!”
    • “we, do?”
    • he’d nod, “yup. get up sleepy head”
    • “…i woke you up”
  • tom would hop out of bed and drag you out with him while telling you the plan for the day
    • “i thought i’d show you around a little, you know?”
    • “do you even know this city that well”
    • “yes, thank you. sorta. we might need a gps”
  • it would take roughly an hour to get ready before you and tom were ready to go out and explore
  • little did you know, harry and harrison stayed behind for a reason
  • while you and tom went out, the two boys started to set up for a night you would never forget.
    • ever since you two had ‘kissed’ on new years, tom had a vision in mind
    • he remembered the first night you two met, and he remembered you telling him you were never invited to prom, or never had a decent first dance
    • so he planed to give you just that.
    • he planned it to happen in prom season too just so it could be a little more special
    • he had harrison and harry set up the backyard with tons of fairy lights, and set out some speakers so he could hook his phone up to play music
    • weeks prior to you coming up, he ordered a dress for you to wear, and a tux with a tie matching the color of your dress for himself to wear.
  • you and tom would be exploring the city for a long while, until he got a notification from harrison
    • he was driving to dinner at the time, so you glanced down to see what it said, which read “Everything’s up and running. Harry and I are gonna leave in about thirty.”
    • tom asked you what the notification was, and you repeated the text to him
    • he gripped the steering wheel, and just said something like “oh yeah, i ordered a uh, cotton candy machine for you since you love cotton candy!”
    • you’d just cock your head, and shrug. but in reality, your mind was going EVERYWHERE
      • like was he about to propose???
      • but no you two hadn’t even started dating
  • before you could think of anything else, you two pulled up to the restaurant.
    • the entire time, tom seemed a little weird
    • he would try to hide a smile
    • texting under the table
    • not even eating most of his meal and taking it in a to go box
  • now you were more curious than freaked out
    • because why would a cotton candy machine make this boy this excited
  • the drive home was rather speedy, and consisted of him holding your hand and stroking your knuckles with his thumb
  • once you two finally arrived back, he ushered you inside.
    • he said he had to use the bathroom, but that he would be right back to ‘show you the cotton candy machine’
    • he also said to go up and change
    • you hesitantly obliged, and headed up the stairs while he disappeared
      • boy literally waited until you were out of sight to jet to the bathroom and throw on his tux so he could run outside to the backyard to wait for you
    • once in his room, you seen a beautiful gown laid across the bed
    • once you got closer to it, you noticed that it had a note attached: “Slip this on and meet me in the backyard.”
    • you smiled to yourself as you took the fabric into your fingers, and eagerly slipped it over your head
    • you turned your phone on to see the dress and to check to see if you looked alright, which you did.
    • you began to walk down the steps, and through the little hallway to get to the back door, which was covered.
    • you twisted the knob, and stepped out to see this flurry of lights, and low music playing.
  • tom would be standing in the middle of the yard in a fitted suit with a matching tie
    • “hey, beautiful.”
    • “??? TOM? what IS this?”
    • he’d take your hands in his and say “remember when we first met?”
    • “yeah, you got caught in traffic-”
    • “yeah, but do you remember what you said?”
    • you stood in front of him, trying to recall what was said, but nothing came to.
    • “you told me you never had a proper first dance. or date to a dance for one. so, would you like to be my date to this dance?”
    • by the end of his sentence, you were tearing up, but you nodded, and off you two went.
  • photograph by ed sheeran started to play, and you both eased your way into a dancing position: his arms wrapped around your waist, and yours around his neck
    • the night was filled with light swaying, and some tears
    • until tom dropped his head to press his forehead to yours
  • tom looked into your eyes for a couple of minutes before speaking out really softly
    • “can i ask you a question?”
    • “you aren’t going to ask me to marry you, are you?”
    • “noo. that’s the next step. i was wondering if you would do me a solid by being my love, officially.”
    • “…did you just ask me out by asking me to do you a solid”
    • “yeah…”
    • you’d just say “in that case: yes, i’ll do you a huge solid. if, you do me a solid.”
    • “what’s that?”
    • “kiss me, i’ve waited almost a year for this.”
    • “i’d be happy to, lover.”



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Yes, but what if? (Yoonmin masterpost/prompt)

Okay so a few months ago I read this fanfiction. In a few words IT WAS THE BEST YOONMIN FANFICTION I’VE READ IN THE ENTIRETY OF MY LIFE. It’s based on real events and the only thing I can say is that ever since I read it my brain is convinced that this actually happened between Yoonmin. If you haven’t read it I insist you do.

This fanfic describes how Yoonmin were in love since they met but hadn’t realized it until the period Yoongi had written/recorded First Love. The writer (Hello, by the way, if you are reading this! I hope you don’t mind me promoting your awesome work. I asked for permission in your comments, but if you have a problem just tell me and I’ll take it down.) bless them, talks about how the rest of Bangtan found out Yoongi and Jimin were in love before the two of them did. If I continue I probably won’t stop. So please read it! Especially if you are a Yoonmin stan.

So as I said, my fantasy world is set in a reality where this actually happened. And in this reality, (also in the fanfic, according to the time it’s placed in) Yoongi and Jimin got together on the day Yoongi recorded First Love. So that means that in this picture

they have just begun dating. *Reminder: This is all happening in my brain. I have formed my own reality. Nothing is true* Okay so, because  my brain needed more of this story, I began putting real events into this fantasy world in a way that would seem like the two are actually together. Do you get me? Like, I’d watch/read whatever happened on twitter or in Bangtan Bombs, having in mind that the two of them were actually together. I’m weird I know. I hope I’m not the only one who does this, or else it’d be really awkward. Here are some of these moments.

*Credits to the owners*

I’d watch these and think that when they were filming this, they were actually together. It made my heart flutter every time. Again I hope other shippers do that too.

So, because I needed to convince my self that this fantasy world really existed, I began making audios, writing fics, drawing fanart based on this world. I wanted to make something like Behind The Scenes moments that didn’t actually exist. I hope anyone out there can relate. Yoonmin has taken over my life and it’s the only thing that occupies my mind ever since I read that fanfic.

During this period I’ve come up with the following. It’s more of a prompt for a fanfic. It’s extremely stupid but I can’t help my self.


So Yoonmin supposedly got together some time in August. Suga’s mixtape was released around that time (correct me if I’m wrong), but the songs were written long before. Here’s a fanfic that fits this story line. Then their WINGS comeback was in October. During that time Yoongi and Jimin were still exploring this new territory.

Their first time was some time in early November.  

And the talk was in early December. I’m shit at writing fanfics but I’ll try my best to explain what was said during the talk. It went a little like this:

Yoongi and Jimin were lying on the couch in their dorm living room at night chatting about different things (because in reality that’s what Yoonmin loves to do with each other)

when Yoongi said.(for a second time that night)

“I can’t imagine my life without you” or “I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life with you.”

Jimin sat in silence for a while, scrunching up his nose (in that cute way he does) in confusion.

“Hyung, are you proposing?” he asked looking up at Yoongi. Yoongi was confused by the question but then said something like:

“I know we can’t get married in Korea, but if we could would, you marry me?” or like “I know it’s impossible because no1 we are idols no2 no one knows about us(*supposedly they hadn’t ‘come out’ to the rest of BTS, despite the fact that BTS knew they’d end up together before them*) and no3 we live in a country where marriage between men is not allowed, but lets say non of these were in the way. Would you want to spend the rest of your life with me?”

And then Jimin kissed him softly and ran his fingers through Yoongi’s black hair.

“Of course I’d marry you, Yoongi. I love you way too much. And even if we can’t get married, I’d still want to spend the rest of my life with you, no matter what.” And they kissed again.

They exchanged gentle kisses for a couple of minutes until Jimin pulled back and said.

“Yoongi? I think we can.”

“What?” Yoongi asked, a little light-headed from Jimin’s kisses.

“I think we can get married. I have an idea.” Jimin said.

So Jimin explained his idea, that being them going to the United States for their Wings Tour and getting married there. They’d do it in private, just the two of them and a witness *they later decided on RM, because no1 he was the leader and deserved to know, no2 he wouldn’t judge them(none of the boys would but those were Jimin’s insecurities talking) and no3 he could speak english so they would be able to communicate with the people there*. They’d do it on their second day in New Ark, NJ, in the morning before they started getting ready for the concert. When I tell you I did research for this I’m not kidding. I literally looked up ‘how can gay couples get married in Newark?’. I don’t even know what I’m doing with my life anymore.

“No one has to know. We won’t cause a scandal, because no one will find out. We’ll tell management that we went out to get coffee or whatever. We’ll just go and sign the papers. And in the future, if marriage gets legal back at home and we can be who we really are without fear, we can actually have a ceremony there.” Jimin said.

Anyways, during the next week they did their own research, filling out marriage license applications, talking with Namjoon (RM told them that they all knew and would all be present that day). Everything was settled before they left for the tour. They had even booked the appointment with the center.

Then I got inspiration and created this, which happened during their stop in NY before heading to Chile. During the rest of the tour they were pretty much occupied with rehearsals and sleep. They got the same room in hotels and, even though they were really tired every night, they always kissed each other good night and whispered a ‘saranghe’ before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

So as I said, this is all in my brain. I know it’s fake and I know that ‘of course Yoongi and Jimin aren’t getting married in real life and you are stupid for thinking it can actually happen.’ That’s what I told my self a week ago and I had almost forgotten about it, when Day 2 of the Newark concert came around and I saw this:

The photo was taken after their concert on their second day in Newark.

Then I noticed the ring on Jimin’s finger.

Jimin’s been wearing this ring for quite a while now, but the fact that it was on his fourth finger and the fact that Yoongi

had the same one on his fourth finger got me going crazy. Of course it’s a coincidence but I can’t help but think of this other reality. I’m mean, yes nothing’s real, but what if?

Anyways I wanted to share this, because

1. I wanted to know if anyone else in this world had the same thoughts (please tell me, I want to know)

2. I am Yoonmin trash and just can’t help it.

3. I hope someone writes a fanfic about this.  I’d do it but I can’t write. And if you do let me know!

4. I don’t know what I’m doing with my life anymore…

Anyways thanks for reading! I hope I didn’t tire you. But then again if I did you wouldn’t be reading this now. ;)

Have a wonderful rest of the day!! And enjoy this married couple.

Credits to the owners of the pictures.

The Tower - Chapter 9

The Tower: An Avengers Fanfic

Chapter 9

Chapters: one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven / twelve thirteen / fourteen / fifteen / sixteen /

Word Count: 4011

Warnings: Listen y’all, I know Kate warned you that this is the smuttiest smut to have ever been smutted. (Food segregation, dirty talk, student-teacher roleplay, m/f fingering, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex. [listen y’all, always use protection] Oral, f/f fingering, oral. Voyeurism / performing to an audience.)

Synopsis: Elly decides it’s time to wear the outfit to the Tower, and gets exactly the reaction she thought she would. Plus some other reactions

Author’s Note: Co-written with the lovely @emilyevanston

Chapter 9 - My Education

It was the following Wednesday that I decided to show up to the tower dressed in my old school uniform.  I finished up work for the day went home and changed then sent a text to Sam, Clint, and Tony telling them I was coming around the hangout.

To avoid the stares on the subway I put one of my long winter coats over it.  Not the most sensible idea given it was only just coming into Fall.

At the tower, I got into the elevator and it took me straight up to the common floor.  I stepped inside to find Clint, Sam and Wanda all sitting around talking together while Tony was in the kitchen making himself coffee with a French Press.

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Lip Gallagher imagine “Are you happy now?”

Originally posted by shamelessturkey

Pairing: Lip Gallagher x reader
Requested: nope
Warnings: cursing, my poor and shitty writing skill
Author note: soooo this is my first imagine EVER!!! And I’m kinda FREAKING OUT!!! Sorry for this…


You were sitting at the top of the Gallagher house smoking and just looking at the night sky like in cliché teen movie. It was pretty cold that’s why Lip went to get you something hot to drink.

“Here I am” you saw Lip’s head popping out of the door. You took both cups so he could come up.

“Thanks! Oh my god it’s fucking freezing!” As Lip climbed on to the roof you gave him one of the cups back.

“Yea I know.” Lip took a little sip.

“Soooo how was your day?” You did the same thing.

“Well I mean it was just a regular shitty day. I woke up, went to school, did somebody else’s homework, got paid. Just a usual day. What about you?” Lip took away your cigaret.

“Eeeem I woke up, went to school, skipped a few lessons, stole somebody else’s wallet, went home, got yelled at by my mom and pretended I was doing homework for the rest of the evening” You laughed a bit.

“By the way what about your mother not liking me?”

“She thinks that you have a bad influence on me” you laughed again.

“Seriously?” You looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Not that I care”

“WHY do you even care? We are not a couple, are we? You told me it yourself. We are just best friends who fuck”

“Yea we are”

There was I little silent pause. You looked at Lip and saw that he was a little upset

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes. Why?” Lip looked at you with a confused expression.

“I can see when you are not telling me something. So come on. Spill it” You took your cigarette back.

“It’s nothing!”

“Don’t you fucking lie to me Lip Gallagher!” You raised your voice

“There’s nothing to tell!” Lip was getting angry.

“Liar!” You giggled

“Fuck! I’m not lying!”

“Not telling something to your best friend equals lying!”

“No it doesn’t!

“YES IT DOES!” By now you have already been yelling at each other. “If YOU won’t tell me I’m gonna ask Ian!” You jumped on your feet and started walking towards the door.

“I think I love you!” Lip yelled at your back. “Are you happy now?!” You slowly turned to face Lip.

“What?” You asked really quite.

“I really liked you when just started to fuck and I hoped that I will get over it but I didn’t and I know that you’re dating that dickhead Liam but I honestly don’t care and I know that it is pathetic and corny and…” Lip didn’t get the chance to finish as you pressed your lips to his. Your hands snaking around his neck and his resting on your waste.

The kiss was really passionate but soft at the same time.

You broke the kiss.“I love you too Lip Gallagher. And yes. I’m happy” You giggled.

“I got turned on. Maybe we can move to the bedroom?”

“You are a romance killer” you laughed.

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Don’t Say It - One

summary: you and steve are roommates and have been all throughout college. he’s constantly bringing home dates and watching them leave the next morning, and he’s perfectly content with it. you only ever planned on being friends, but sometimes, things don’t go as planned.

warnings: mentions of sex, swearing

word count: 1,165

masterlist | read on ao3

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“Another date tonight?” You asked as Steve stepped out of his bedroom, dressed a hell of a lot nicer than his usual jeans and a t-shirt. He ran his fingers through his hair, shooting you a smile as he slipped his shoes on, grabbing his jacket, which was thrown over the back of the couch.

“Yep. But I don’t expect it to go anywhere.” He admitted, his smile still preset.

“Then why are you wasting your time?”

“…She’s hot.”

“You’re a pig.”

“Maybe so.” He chuckled, pulling open your creaky apartment door before happily stepping out.

He’d been on eight dates with eight different women so far that month, and he never expected any of them to get further than the bedroom. You kept telling him that it was pointless, that he should actually try to make it work with one of the many women he’d gone through. He said he did. You had to explain to him that meaningless, one-time sex was most certainly not “making it work”. And that’s usually when he started ignoring you.

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Ok guys, I think I can finally wrap my brain around this enough to give a coherent recap. I’m a processor, so I had to live it in the moment, and now that I’m on the plane leaving the experience behind, hopefully I can make sense of it. I posted pictures in order of event. Sorry I can’t write in between each pic, but I’m on my iPhone and it won’t let me add pics as I go. Anyway, to get on with it…
I started my epic adventure with a 4 hour layover in San Francisco which isn’t as bad as it might seem, because I’ve been married for 25 years and have 4 kids and rarely get to be alone! Let the adventure begin. I roomed with the amazing @sileas84 who is 100% responsible for me attending this con. She employed shameless peer pressure and I crumpled like a card tower in the hands of a toddler. I have no regrets. We arrived at the con at 6:30 am and immediately met up with a group of awesome women (in picture two - this is @myguiltyolpleasure’s pic btw). We were determined to be up close. FIVE HOURS OF WAITING later, we sat on row 5 center and I was thrilled. I was really hoping for a good view. And boy did I get one! Sam twirled in that kilt and I didn’t even try to look, his knickers presented themselves to me! Simple black boxer-briefs - always a classy choice 😂. For most of the panel I could see right up his thigh just because of the way he was sitting in relation to where I was sitting. It’s not that I looked, it’s just that it was thigh porn and I totally looked. At one point we were directed to take a selfie, so we did. (Pic 3) If there’s one thing I can tell you about this particular con, it’s that it was all about obedience. I have never been yelled at by adult strangers so many times in one day since I was a pre-teen. If you stepped out of line, and I mean that literally and figuratively, you heard about it.
I won’t talk about the panel because all y'all have seen it. It was fun, they were adorable and I love them. The hour flew by and I could have sat there and listened to them for the rest of the day. Sam’s unintentional joke about reading about stuff on Tumblr cracked me up, mostly because he was mortified and blushed.
After the panel the autograph session filled up immediately, so we went to get lunch. Ladies, I got up at 4:30am. It was 12:30. I was starving, parched, desperate to pee - cons are not for the weaklings of the herd. That Diet Coke was on par with meeting Sam. I’m just sayin’. Lunch was a tiny little respite in a sea of hurry up and wait. Following our brief lunch we did our photo ops. You need to understand, those two photos took 4 hours. Compare the photo with only Sam vs the photo with both and look at Sam’s eyes. By the time we got to group photos, he was literally exhausted, yet he treated us exactly the same both times (as did Cait) - warm and welcoming, said hello, eye contact, a little squeeze of the hand on the shoulder (ded. I am ded) They were ultimately respectful of the fans and the time and money we put into this. Said thanks and goodbye as we left. I am so impressed with both their professionalism and their basic humanity. These are quality people. The solo photo op is where I had my hair/armpit incident. We walked up and Sam just throws his arms open to engulf you in his superior humanity. As he was putting his arm around me (did I REALLY just type that!) he caught my very long hair with his arm and I ended up being trapped right up against him with my head sort of forced to lay against his arm. I. Am. Not. Complaining. I’m stunned that I had the presence of mind to smile. All I could think of was that I was pressed up against Sam so tight that I could feel how soft the leather of his jacket was. I didn’t even notice that he had changed from kilt to jeans until later.
My first thought about Caitriona when she entered the panel stage is that no picture or video can ever prepare you for how tall and thin she really is. And how gorgeous and graceful she is. And how charming and funny and silly and well spoken and sincere and kind. Ok, I’ll stop. Just look up all the positive adjectives.
Next we went to the autograph line. I was there when the lights went out and Caitriona joked about that not being the way to get to Sam and also when he was jokey about being bored because he had no one at his station so he teased her about taking too long and went over to harass her at her table. They were funny and relaxed and enjoying themselves and it was great to see the spontaneous interaction. Every event was very rushed, but they again did their best to say hello, make eye contact, say a little something to you, and thank you for coming. I had them sign my original Outlander book that was given to me by a friend about twelve years ago, who said, “You might like this.” Famous last words. As you can see, it’s lived a good life. I’ve lent it out many times. I said at dinner last night that I was too nervous and hadn’t really say anything to Caitriona, until I literally went oh my gosh! I did say something to Cait. I had totally blocked it in my nervous state. She commented on how well loved my book was, and I said ‘yes, it’s been read many times by many people and it opens right to the wedding scene’ and then I proved it, by opening it right to that scene. So, yep. I did that. I blushed so hard my eyeballs turned red when I remembered that. Sam was equally adorable, but I just had 'do not say that to sam’ on repeat so then I didn’t really know what to say to him. He was so sweet. His handler was rushing him a little bit and he sort of looked at him and then apologized to me for being rushed along. He looked me right in the eyes. He winked at me and smiled. Ladies, the smolder is real. I was POSITIVE I was immune to the Sam effect and I am NOT. I literally went weak at the knees. My stomach churned. I started shaking. I giggled. I could not think. Well, I could. But the only thing I could think was 'Sam. Sam winked at me. Sam’s eyes are so blue. Sam is so beautiful. Sam. Sam winked at me.’ My brain sort of jammed.
After dinner a huge group (like 17) of us went to dinner. It was awesome. It was amazing. These ladies are incredible. Our fandom is incredible. Last night we went to a smaller dinner and stayed for hours. I can’t tell you how hard we laughed. It was so much fun. I seriously love this place for so much more than Tumblr. We are such a diverse group. Different cultures, different educational and socio-economic backgrounds, different personal and relationship statuses, and most importantly, different ages. We have so much to teach each other and so much to learn, and as a group, we are so generous with our time, talents, resources, emotional support and wisdom. I treasure this. I am so grateful I went. I loved meeting Sam and Caitriona. It was great fun. Meeting dear friends who will remain forever was life changing. I look forward to doing this again one day and meeting even more of you.
Sorry I bombarded you with a DG length post, but thanks for making it through. All I can finish with is if you didn’t leave with a Totes McGoat tote, then you didn’t con right!!


Characters: AJ Styles x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, cheating, adultery, influence of alcohol, age gap. If you don’t like this sort of thing don’t read.

Summary: The recent events in AJ’s life have been causing a great amount of stress and he feels like he has nobody to turn to. He also finds something inappropriate that the babysitter left behind and fed up with everything, has to have a little talk with her.

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“When I was 11 years old, my older brother and I shared a room. He was a senior in high school at the time and was out at parties on most weekends. One particular night, I woke up around 2:30 in the morning when I heard some rustling in his bed and assumed he was just getting home from a party. It sounded like he was rolling over in his bed. I hadn’t heard his car pull up or the dogs bark, so it struck me as a little strange that rustling would wake me up. It made me feel slightly uncomfortable for some reason. This went on for about thirty seconds before I finally opened my eyes to take a look. 

I couldn’t see him explicitly, but there was something definitely under his blankets that looked like a person and it was just rolling over and over. I watched it for about a minute longer before I started to get freaked out. I called his name loudly and told him to shut up and get to sleep already. He didn’t answer. After another 30 seconds or so, I got out of bed and threw a shoe at the thing under the blankets. It didn’t stop so I called his name again and threw another shoe. It still didn’t respond, which freaked me out, so I wrapped myself under my blankets and tried to make myself fall asleep. I definitively remember listening to whatever it was for at least another 30 minutes and hoping I wouldn’t hear it get out of the other bed and just trying to make myself. 

When I woke up the next morning, his bed was perfectly made with the shoes placed perfectly on his pillow. When I asked my mom where my brother was the next morning, she told me that he had stayed at a party. It sounds cheesy and fake, but I’ll never forget how scared I was and it still freaks me out to think about.”

By: tomschof (What is the most mysterious/paranormal thing you’ve witnessed?)

Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 5/?)

Okay, I’m not proud of this part, but I need some time-filler before cool things start happening.

I asked you for any recommendations and adivces, you wrote me about dinners, hickeys, jealousy, it’s all coming soon, I promise!

I already almost finished part 6, but I think I will postpone it and make it part 7 and write new part 6 if that makes sense lol

PART 1     PART 2      PART 3     PART 4

Bryce and Zach were literally sitting on the grass in front on Bryce’s house and waiting for us to come.

“Finally! What took you so long?!”, Bryce asked when we got out of the car.

“She drives like shit”, Monty said.

“Excuse me?!”, I knew we had to make up an explanation on why we were gone for so long, but boy, no one will talk shit about my driving. “I had to refuel”, I lied.

“That doesn’t mean you don’t drive like shit”, he looked at me with cocky grin.

“Guys, still, it’s like five minutes road”, Zach said. “Ten in both ways. Fifteen with refueling. And you were gone for like fourty-five. So…”, he crossed his arms on his chest. “What were you doing for missing thirty minutes?”, he squizzed his eyes at looked at me, then at Monty, again at me and again at Monty. 

“Okay, fine”, I rolled my eyes. “His parents aren’t home for a weekend and his mum left him lasagne or something like that and because he’s drunk so after he found shisha, he felt a little hungry and well, he ate the whole damn thing”, I shrugged. It was probably the most stupid lie ever, but at least snouded like something that would last around 30 minutes.

“What?”, he mouthed and glared at me.

“Have fun, boys”, I smiled at them and went back to the party.

I spent rest of the night on drinking coca-cola, watching boys playing berr pong, talking to peple and spotting Montgomery being very touchy with his new friend. I wasn’t obviously jealous of her, I was actually feeling sorry for her, because she probably thought he would call her in day or two, but well, surprise, it’s Monty, girls don’t get a call from him after he gets what he wants.


First thing I saw on Monday morning in school was Montgomery harassing some freshman.

“Monty”, I stood next to them. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”, I asked calmly.

“He started it”.

“Blah, blah, blah”, I rolled my eyes. “Right now I see you, holding him by his shirt”, I looked at his clenched fists. “Hands to yourself, Montgomery”, I said through my clenched teeth.

Finally he released the other guy.

“Go to the class, kid”, I said and gave him a little smile. I looked at Monty with serious look on my face. “It’s slowly getting boring”


“I’ve been putting you in your place since like seventh grade.”

“You chose it for yourself, nobody never asked you to stand up for people”, he snorted.

“Pull yourself together, Cruz”, I walked past him and went to the class.


“Guess, who got laid last Friday”, as usual I was sitting in cafeteria with Jess and Sheri when boys came after their PE.

“Why should we care?”, I asked

“Montgomery”, Justin said excited.

“Wow, that’s exciting”, I said and went back to my Spanish homework I’ve forgotten to do during weekend.

“It’s probably that girl who was all over him for the whole party”, Jessica snorted.

“And seriously Monty, even you can do better than walking around and bragging about having sex”, Sheri gave him a pity look.

“I wasn’t bragging!“, he defended himself, as he sat next to me.

“He didn’t have too. We just had PE, he’s scratched as fuck”, Zach said.

“Oh my God, what are you, fourteen?”, I asked. “Everyone of you get laid sometimes, stop making big deal out of nothing”, I rolled my eyes. “Besides, it was probably the girl that literally flipped her hair at him after the game, wasn’t it Monty?”, I looked at him trying not to laugh. It’s not like he would say it was me.

“Fuck you, Y/N”, he smiled at me sarcastically.

Few minutes later Monty dropped his phone. He bent down under the table to reach it, but he wouldn’t be himself if he just took the phone and sat again. Instead his hand went from my anckle to upper thigh. I gave him the “I’ll kill you” look, he just sat like nothing happened and went back to scrolling on his phone.

Some time later we both got up to go to the chemistry.

“What was that?”, I asked as soon as we left cafeteria.

“It was probably the girl that literally flipped her hair at him after the game, wasn’t it Monty”, he mimiced me.

“Oh come on”, I rolled my eyes. “Or wait, maybe it wasn’t the girl from the game, it was actually the one that was all over you for the whole party?”

“What are you, jealous?”

“You wish”, I snorted. “I don’t care what you do and with who”.

“If just have to know, I hooked up only with you that night”, he said.

I felt a little warm feeling in my stomach after his words, but I quickly made it go away.

“I literally just said I don’t have to know, because I don’t care“, I threw my hands up. “But seriously, Monty, at school keep your hands to yourself”.

“As you wish, babe”.

“And I’m not your babe”.

“Well, you didn’t complain in my bedroom”, he snorted.

“Montgomery!”, I hissed through my teeth. “If someone overhear anything and spread some rumours, I swear I’ll kill you”.

“You seem to be very tense today. You should get some d, if you know what I mean”, he winked at me.

“Not today, Satan. Math test tomorrow, remember?”, except from Chemistry, we also had Math and Peer Comunication together. “Besides, because of that thing with freshman in the morning, you don’t deserve any of this today”, I pointed at myself.

“What? Oh come on!”.

“Sorry, Mont, I’m inflexible about that”, I shrugged.

He leaned toward me as we were walking and whispered, “We’ll see”.


I was walking to my cheer practice, I walked by sports utility closet, when door suddenly opened, someone grabbed my hand and pulled me in there.

“‘Fuck, Montgomery, what is it with you today?”, I asked while my hand was roaming on wall trying to find switch.

“How did you know it was me?”.

“Well, I was hoping it was you. Just because it would be really fucking weird if someone else pulled me in the closet, but it’s like… less weird that it was you”.

He put his hand on my waist as I gave up on finding switch.

“What do you want?”, I sighed.

Instead of answearing, Monty started kissing my jaw. It was actually quite impressive how his lips found my face in this total darkness. There was something about him and his touch, that instantly made me melt, but this time I had to stay tough.

“Monty, I have practice”, I tried to gently push him away.

“You can skip one”, he whispered.

“No, I can’t”, I groaned at his lips kissing my neck. “But…”, I stopped talking to get his attention.


“Tomorrow my parents have dinner with my dad’s business partner slash friend and his wi…”

“Tomorrow I have practice”, he didn’t even let me finish.

“Don’t interrupt me”, I punched his arm. “As I was saying, my parents have dinner tomorrow and they won’t be home till like 11 p.m., so…”

“I’ll be there at seven. Now, go practice some handsprings or whatever you do”, he smacked my ass and opened door for me.


Next day I went home straight after lessons. Surprisingly both my mum and dad were inside.

“Hey, you’re home so early?”, I sat next to them in the living room.

“We need to tell you something”, my mum looked at me with super serious face.

I froze for a moment. Fuck, I thought, my mum is pregnant. Or they’re getting divorced. they found out about this whole ‘fuck buddies’ thing. I don’t know how, but they found out. Don’t know which is worse.

“So, we’re gonna go straight to the point”, my dad said.

“Yes, please.”

“Sweetie, we know, we always goes on any holidays or trip together, the three of us… but like… this New Year’s eve… we’re going to…”

“Jesus, dad, just say it!”, I shouted.

“We’re going to Aspen with some friends, the two of us, Jeff’s parents, few other married couples. Basically, you’re not going with us”, dad finally got if off his chest.

“But if you don’t feel good about this and don’t want to stay alone, we will cancel”, mum ensured.

“And that’s it?”, I finally could breath again. “Are you kidding me? I thought something happened!”

“Well.. It’s first time you’re not going somewhere with us…”

“First, I’m seventeen, seriously, it’s gonna happen more often, you know? Second, last time I spent New Year’s Eve with you was when I was eleven”.

“But, you’ll be alone for four days”

“I’m seventeen”, I rolled my eyes. “Seriously, it’s super sweet that you’re so concerned about me and that you were ready to cancel your plans if I wasn’t okay with it, but go to Aspen and have some fun”, I patted their knees and gave both of them kiss on the cheek. “Now I’m gonna go to my room, because you gave me serious heart attack with this whole ‘we need to tell you something’ thing”, I got up from the sofa and went to the stairs. “Oh, and if you’re not gonna be here, I will throw NYE party”

“You see, I told you not to worry about”, dad said to mum.

“Come on, dad, I know you were the one who wanted to cancel”, I shouted from upstairs.

They left at six, some time later I heard a doorbell. I slowly went downstairs, checked myself in the mirror and finally opened the door.

“Welcome to mi casa”, I said as Monty walked inside. “Where’s your car?”, I spotted his jeep wasn’t on the driveway.

“I’m not stupid, Y/N, I walked here. Unless you want someone to see my car parked in front of your house”, he said while looking around the home.

“Good point”, I nodded my head and went to the kitchen. “You want something? Tea, coffee, water, sandwich my mum made me before she left?”, I asked while looking into the fridge.

“I’m good, thanks”.

I went to the living room, where Monty was looking at photos, mostly mine.

“You have been cutie since always, huh?”, he pointed at one of the pictures.

“Oh, yeah, especially on this one, I was six and didn’t have any of my front teeth, super cute”.

“Okay, but what the hell happened to you in this one?”, he was looking at photo of me with red face, swollen lips and tired look in my eyes.

“Oh that was the day my parents found out I am allergic to peanuts”, I explained. “Don’t know why my dad thought it was picture worthy”, I rolled my eyes.

“It seems like your parents really love, they’re really proud of you. I mean… looks at all those pictures…”, Monty pointed around the room.

“Yeah, they do…”, I tried not to laugh when I remembered how they wanted to cancel Aspen. “But your parents also have loads of photos of you in home…”

“Yeah, to show off”, he snorted. “They’are always firsts to brag about when I do something right, but they’re never actually there to see it happening. You know? They’ll show their guests pictures and say This was when Monty played his first game, This was when he got his first home run, and so on… But they’re never on the bleachers to watch the actual game. And when I do something not so great, they just never mention it, they don’t talk about…”, he was walking around the room, so I couldn’t see his face.

“That’s why you always do everything to get yourself suspended or in detention?”, I asked. “You want to get their attention”.

I felt like I was slowly getting into his mind, that after all those years I could finally understand why he does thing he does, but then Monty again built wall around himself.

“What? Yeah, that’s stupid”, he cleared his throat and turned around to face me. “Besides, I didn’t come here for psychotherapy.”

“Monty, it is okay to talk. It is okay to let things off your chest once in a while…”

“Right now, the only thing that is on my chest”, he walked towards me, put his hand on my waist, “is the fact that I got two home runs on Friday and only one third base with you”.

I sighed and looked at his face. Well, it looked like the talk was dome for today, so we can do things I actually invited him for.

I took his hands off my waist and still holding them I started walking backwards to the stairs.

“Come and get it”, I whispered.

“You don’t have to tell me twice”, he smirked. “How much time do we have?”

I looked at the watch. “A lot. The thing is”, I pulled him closer, “can you go for so long?”, I asked with my lips touching his ear.

“Oh, you’ll see”, he grabbed my ass and pulled me up so I could wrap my legs around his hips, where, let’s be honest, they were for the most of the time.


Monty took a minute to calm his breath, then got up and started dressing up.

Right, fuck buddies thing doesn’t include cuddling after sex, I thought to myself. It was first time when after hooking up we didn’t have to pull ourselves quickly to either leave Jessica’s bathrom or to get back to Bryce’s party, but because me and Monty weren’t even a thing it probably would be awkward to lay in bed and hug.

“I just thought”, Monty said. “You’re so concerned about your reputation and keeping this a secret, but how can you be sure I wouldn’t start bragging about it to the guys? I wouldn’t, but how do you know?”

“Oh that’s easy”, I said as I put my robe on. “You’re not that stupid, you know Jeff would fucking kill you, either for fucking me or for bragging about that”.

“What is it with you and Atkins anyway?”

“Our mums are best friends, so we basically grew up together, he’s like a brother to me, I mean I’ve seen him every single day since I can remember. So yeah, we’re like siblings”, I shrugged.

“So you two have never hooked up? You have never been jealous about him?”, he smirked.

“Ew, that’s gross”, I looked at Monty with disgust. “I mean, I’m not blind, I know he’s good looking and everything, but just… no”, I shaked my head. “But once, in kindergarten, me and Jeff was playing in sandpit and there was that girl Jenny and she literally sat between the two of us and started playing with him using my toys”, I was getting way to pissed for someone who was talking about something that had happened over ten years ago. “So I slapped that little bitch”, I said with calmer tone.

Montgomery looked at me with his eyes wide open.

“So, you’re one of those crazy bitches, huh?”, he chuckled.

I smiled at him innocently.

“I gotta go”, Monty said, so I walked with him downstairs. “See you tomorrow”, he kissed me and left the door.

“Little fucker, so he can’t lay for a minute after we’re done but he can give me goodbye kisses?”, I asked myself.

For a moment I started thinking that this whole ‘friends with benefits’ thing was mistake, but then again - if some weird, twisted part of me wanted something with Monty, that was the best type of relation that was possible with him.

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Part 6 is coming on Wednesday/Thursday!

There’s Something in My Attic

(Part 2)

There’s something in our attic, but my parents wouldn’t tell me what it was. To be more accurate, they have constantly denied there’s anything up there and have since I was a child and first mentioned it.

Why haven’t I gone up there to see for myself? Aside from the general fear it’s always instilled in me – for reasons I will get to – however much my curiosity makes me want to see for myself, I couldn’t. Our attic door is locked and I had no idea where my parents kept the key. Believe me, I’d looked several times over the years and have never found it.

Until now.

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  • Lena: Uh I did something stupid last night.
  • Maggie: *smirks* Can't be that stupid.
  • Alex: *scoffs* Yeah its not like you got drunk, THEN went to a tattoo parlor THEN got the Supergirl crest etched on your body THEN sent a picture of it to someone in your contacts.
  • Maggie: *slaps knee* Little Luthor with a Super insignia, man I'd pay to see that!
  • Lena: HA HA HA HA Yes, I did not do any of that. AT ALL.
  • Alex: Wait did you-*phone rings* hold that thought *answers phone* S'up Kara.

I hope y'all have been having fun with the Halloween event! I know it’s like a week before actually Halloween and I thought about having the 5th night end on Halloween but I kind of liked having it just be a full, straight week of new comics, so I went with that instead. I’ve really enjoyed reading everyone’s responses and have gotten quite a lot of asks about each night and the side comic in general XD

I was thinking that tomorrow I’d start compiling as many of the asks as I can by night/topic so if you wanted to ask me something feel free to toss any last questions you have in my general direction :) It’ll take me a little bit to get all the questions together so expect to see that in a few days!


Fandom: The Flash

Pairing: Kind of Cisco x Reader

Request: “Can you do a ‘You Belong With Me’ music video-based one-shot for Cisco Ramon? Like just the neighbor and the paper note writing fluff part haha ty”

Warnings: None

Word Count: 531

Notes: Here we go! Our first one-shot! Let me know if you want a part 2! -L

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