my phone case is the shit

A male customer well into his 40’s was ranting and raving about the cost of phone cases and I was laughing in his face because he was being an idiot. But my coworker didn’t find it so funny and so, was not laughing.

He asked her, “what’s your sign?”

Me: OH SHIT OH NO TELL ME HE ISN’T–

Her reply was, “I’m a Pisces.”

To which he said “Oh, so that’s why!!”

And I. Just. Couldn’t hold it in. I had to walk away and cover my mouth because I was laughing so hard. I can not believe a grown ass man is basing her not laughing at his bullshit on some ASTROLOGICAL SIGN IM FUCKING DYING IM DEAD HOW IS THIS REAL LIFE

fake dating! zimbits

It was only by a stroke of luck that Jack happened to look at his phone just as he exits the lecture hall. The group chat was blowing up – the group chat was always blowing up these days – but the lack of all-caps or exclamation marks caught his attention right away.

Eric Bittle: Guys, I wouldn’t ask this of y’all if I really didn’t need this, but I have to ask a HUGE favor of one of you.

Shitty Knight: brah are you dying

Justin Oluransi: You can have my kidney, Bits.

Adam Birkholtz: u aren’t gonna save that for me just in CASE, JUSTIN?

Larissa Duan: shit, bitty, r u ok

Eric Bittle: Um, yeah, mostly, I just…..need someone to pretend to be my boyfriend.

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And then Pidge gets ratted out to Space Dad™ and she gets her electronics taken away. She has to get Hunk to retrieve her laptop and phone and to guard her in case another paladin walks by because he’s a Good Friend™. Meanwhile, Keith doesn’t trust her with anything anymore ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

For my non-Spanish-speaking followers, “quiero tu ano en frente de mí” really means “I want your asshole in front of me” and Pidge is a little shit

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Patater Week - Day 3

Feb. 8 - Fake Dating/Secret (?) Relationship - (2K)

“I don’t care, it’s not weird, I’m going to sit on you,” Jeff says, shifting all 200 pounds of his body onto Kent’s lap.

“I wish you wouldn’t,” Kent tells him.

“That’s pretty gay,” an Aces teammate says from where he is sitting on the ground, demolishing his bowl of popcorn that he stole from Kent’s cabinets, even though Kent had specifically told him to not touch his cabinets. “And I have a boyfriend.”

“Shut up, I’m so scared, I’m so fucking scared,” Jeff says, burying his face in Kent’s neck. “Did they make it out of the hallway?”

“I don’t know, why don’t you watch the movie?” Kent says through his teeth as he shoves Jeff off to the side, which is rather difficult considering that Jeff is insistent that he turn into a human-sized suction cup for the occasion. “Seriously, could you let go? I can’t breathe.”

“Why did you pick a scary movie if you’re afraid of them, Jeff?” a rookie asks. He’s lounging on the carpet, his head using Patrick’s lap as a pillow as he scrolls down his phone.

“I’m not scared,” Jeff says, then curses as the woman in the TV screen turns a corner in her hallway and the music grows more ominous. “This is for a team bonding exercise for the rookies.”

“Which you hosted. At my place,” Kent says flatly. “Without consulting me.”

“You’re the captain,” Jeff says. “It should be at your place.”

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touraybinta  asked:

Hey, i'm trying to be confident with myself but what's really throwing me off is my acne. I'm 16 years old and i know it's puberty but can you help? I get a new one almost everyday and have a lot of clogged pores and acne scars. i drink water, exfoliate and wash my face twice a day. Nothing seems to help. I get a lot on my nose and clogged pores on my forehead and chin. recently i've started getting some on my cheeks. Do you have any tips on getting rid of clogged pores and acne scaring?

Okay I feel you because I use to be you. I can’t really help you bc everyone’s skin is different but I’ll tell you what has worked for me:
• I realized my skin was not oily just dehydrated so no harsh cleansers and I washed my face less and with colder water
•you are what you eat. Get your daily vitamins and cut down on hot cheetos
• sun screen is gold
•black african soap is something thank the Lord for
• acv toner is good to balance ph of your skin
•which hazel rose water toner has cured me
•MOISTURIZE HOLY SHIT •exfoliate once a week
•topical spot treatments will never compare to diluted tea tree oil
• don’t exfoliate more than 3x a week
• 8 hours of sleep will transform you
• mild exercise won’t kill you
•clean your pillow case and wipe your phone
•tie your hair out of your face
•TAKE YOUR MAKEUP OFF
•but seriously
•do a mask once a week
•vitamin c serum but never without sunscreen
•be open to new products but do your research and remember everyone’s skin is different
•your skin is an organ, please be kind to it

Tongue Tied || Peter Parker x Reader

I was supposed to write a drabble for Tsukishima for my DeviantArt page, but lost the muse to do so. here, have another peter parker x reader that no one asked for (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

I’m writing this in celebration of finally reaching 400 followers!!! ;w; this means so much to me ahhhh and I’m super excited!!

so to celebrate, I’m writing this story, which was inspired by ranma ½ where the doctor character loses his shit whenever the girl he’s in love with is close to him.

**I apologize for any grammatical errors since this was all written on my phone. When it’s posted then I’ll make sure to edit it a few more times just in case!**

warnings: none, just a really clumsy Peter Parker.

word count: 3,300+

**don’t plagiarize/repost this story. Reblogs are fine!

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Little did Peter know, just about everyone in his class was out to get him.

Now, it came as no surprise that Peter Parker wasn’t too poised even on his best days, but his clumsiness seemed to enhance by a tenfold whenever she was around.

[Full Name], a girl who seemed to blend in with just about any clique because of how kind and easy she was to talk to. The girl was not too popular nor much of a loner, she was just there.

But her presence was enough to turn Peter into a bumbling and tongue tied idiot. Many of the students who attended Midtown High could not find (or see) a reason why this Parker kid was so smitten with [Name]. All they knew was that watching Peter trying to communicate with the girl was hilarious.

Because of how his brain seemed to turn to mush around her, everyone who shared a class with both Peter and [Name] had conspired together to force the two of them together for the remainder of the year. They had no idea of the consequences, and was honestly just looking for a good laugh.

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The Best Girlfriend

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Words: 1,453

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Request: Hey, I was wondering if you could do a one shot where Sam has anxiety, and a secret girlfriend (reader) and Dean would get pissed if he found out, and one day Sam has a panic attack and makes dean call his girlfriend. Thank you so much!!!! - @loveyalotslikejellytots

Author’s Note: You’re welcome! I hope you like it. I’m still behind on this season, over six episodes by now. I’ll eventually make myself watch it between the season ends. – Haley xx


Your name: submit What is this?

“Hello?” I asked, balancing the cellphone between my ear and shoulder. There was shuffling on the other end, but no answer. “Sam? Are you okay?”

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Undercover love

Originally posted by celinet7

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Contains: Agent!Jungkook, Agent!reader, vulgar language, angst, smut(eventually), fluff, violence, death.  

Word count: 3470

Summary: Living as a top level secret agent can sometimes feel lonely and empty, but not when you have a fellow agent who constantly competes with you. Although he’s from another agency you’re both the best at what you do…hate each other. Both always sent on the same mission where you just can’t help but turn it into a competition. In order to have more chances at beating you, Jungkook sets out on his own mission to uncover your weaknesses, to spy on you. You very much hate him and he hates you…but that’s just what the both of you thought.

It was dark, very dark. There was barely anything to be seen as cold sweat ran down your forehead, swiping at it didn’t help. Your breathe hitching, here and there, as your hand was barely able to hold up the heavy object between your arm and waist. Your legs swiftly flying across the roof top of the building you had just retrieved the object from. A normal person would not believe their eyes if they had seen at which speed you were currently running.

You jumped across to the next roof top building as you glanced back to see if you were being followed. To your amusement it was that ‘idiotic arch nemesis’ of yours. With a smirk plastered on your face, you raised your free hand up to your forehead and proceeded to make the sign of an L. Doing this whenever you accomplished a mission before him has now become a tradition. The pure joy of calling him a loser was enough to drown the fact that it was the most immature and childish thing a person like you could do. Though it was dark, and you couldn’t see his face, you could feel his annoyance with the situation, “Works every time.”

You hopped over the ledge of the building and slid down the wall, landing perfectly onto the sidewalk in a crouched position. You dusted off your hand on your skin tight black leather pants, then proceeded to your car that was parked a good distance away from the scene of your now accomplished mission. You got in and placed the incredibly expensive artifact in the passenger’s seat, then drove off to return to your agency’s base.

                                                      ______

“Ahhh, Agent Y/N! Welcome back, by the looks of it I can tell that the mission went quite smoothly?” Your information computer specialist, Namjoon, greeted you with a warm smile as he proceeded to take the artifact from your grip. “Have this returned to it’s rightful place as soon as possible.” Namjoon said with a smile while handing it to one of the agency workers. You moved over to the large screen that was normally where Namjoon would prepare and inform you on your next mission.

“He was there…again.” You sighed while balancing your head on your palm with your elbow placed onto the counter. Looking up with a pout on your face you caught Namjoon stifling a laugh while moving files and documents around on the screen.

“You think this is funny, don’t you?” You then decided to stand up straight so as to be taken more seriously. Namjoon turned around to face you, “I don’t know Y/N, I mean, it seems like fate to me. You’re always running into each other at missions, I don’t get why you two hate each other so much.”

Your arms were now tightly folded across your chest, you didn’t bother answering and just gave out a puff to show you are in no way ready to start this conversation with Namjoon again. He was always able to give reasonable points that you were never able to beat. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” and with that you waved and left the building. You were so ready to go home though, ‘Home…my empty, lonely home.’

                                                      ______

“Alright, so what am I up for today?” You asked walking into Namjoon’s office, you dropped your duffel bag onto the chair, and walked over to the counter, where he was already standing at and swiping at the screen. Namjoon stood with his hand on his chin, “Well..” he started off, still with his eyes roaming the screen as if it were a landscape. Namjoon turned towards me, “Here.” He said while pointing at a portrait picture of a man, he seemed to be in his twenties, clearly bleached white hair, he was in fact quite handsome.

“He’s a very wanted assassin, he recently killed a high level lawyer. The lawyer whose name was Park Byeong-ho had a client he was working for before his death, none other than the infamous Hatsumi mafia leader, Dae Jung Lee. Now the line that connects this all together is that Dae Jung Lee somehow had a deal with Dragon that he failed to do. Being the mafia leader he is..he attempted to rip Dragon off, but lucky for him he was arrested before Dragon would’ve been able to get his revenge. This led to Dragon seeking revenge by eliminating the one person who could free Dae Jung from life imprisonment.”

“The Lawyer.” You said starting to realize where this story was going. “That’s correct, so your job is going to be to find out as much information about Dragon as you can. We currently do not have enough evidence to link him to the crime and many other crimes he has committed.” Namjoon placed his hand on your shoulder, “Y/N this agency is relying on you to get his ass the decree he deserves.”

“So I’ll be going undercover…I need my gear.” You walked out the office to the area that had all the equipment specially for you. You’re the top agent in your company and it’s only right to have your things separated from other agents’ equipment. You took some supplies and went back to the office to grab your duffel bag. “Good luck out there.” Namjoon smiled at you, you nodded your head as a reply, your serious mode currently switched on already.

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Your plan was simple, a business woman doing her job. You watched as Dragon casually walked into the local coffee shop as if he weren’t an incredibly dangerous assassin. You waited a few minutes before going in as well, seeing him sitting on the far end of the shop, you decided to sit on the opposite side with your torso strategically facing him. You brought out your laptop and placed it on the small, rounded table. Since it was just a cover up, you began to type his features, behavior, whatever you noticed about him.

Subject ordered a plain black coffee, no sugar, no milk

No signs of unusual behavi-

Just as you were about to type the last two letters of the phrase, you heard someone walk in, and so you looked up, out of curiosity.

“Oh my god..” Sighing in annoyance you tried to look unfazed. Hopefully he won’t notice you in the tiny coffee shop, 'I’m screwed’ you thought to yourself. Unfortunately for you, the man came straight to your table and offered himself a seat.

“I feel like I should be surprised to see you here…but I’m not.” He said while watching you closely. You dare not give him the time of day, you barely payed any attention to him and focused on the task at hand. He leaned over the table just enough to make it seem as if he was studying your whole figure with utmost importance.

“What do you want?” Sighing in defeat, you knew he wasn’t going to leave anytime soon. You leaned back onto your chair and crossed your arms over your chest. He was obviously amused by the fact that he could get your attention. You watched as he gave you a smirk from delight, and you couldn’t help but notice how devilishly handsome he is, his clothes perfectly outlining his body, his biceps flexing as he shifted in his seat, his shoulders broad, you got a sudden shiver down your spine.

“Well, I think it’s safe to say that we don’t like each other. I’m here with a job to get done, but since we both are, I’d like to get to know the person I’m up against.” He held out his hand, “I’m Jeon Jungkook, agent 097, it’s a pleasure to take you down.” You reached out to shake his hand, you noticed how soft his palm was even though it looked incredibly strong. His long fingers wrapped around your hand, giving you goosebumps. Another reason to hate him even more.

You were so carried away by him that you failed to see Dragon leave. He was gone and it was all Jungkook’s fault. You quickly got up, “I’d appreciate if you don’t communicate with me, especially when I’m doing my job.” You slammed your laptop shut, stuffed it in your bag, and stomped out of the coffee shop, not even caring to look back. You couldn’t care less if Jungkook was offended, you didn’t need him disturbing you during a mission where even the slightest slip up could kill you.

“That bit-” Jungkook was furious, never has anyone disrespected him like that. “Excuse me sir, can I get you something?” The waitress had just popped out of no where, cutting Jungkook off from finishing his statement. “No. I was just leaving.” He got up with a slam of his fist on the table and walked out, raging in anger.

Thankfully Dragon hadn’t left much earlier, you were still able to see him crossing the street and entering an apartment complex. You figured it was his home, and so you decided to have a stake out in your car till it was dark enough to commence any actions.

Once the sun had set and the streets were empty, you left the safe confinements of your car, and headed over to the fire escape stairs lined up on the side of the complex. You checked every window till you got to the third floor where you heard someone aggressively speaking. Looking through the window you saw Dragon on the phone, you brought out your parabolic microphone and pointed it in the direction of the speaking.

“I swear to god Lee, if I don’t get my money I’m gonna fucking kill you.” Dragon spoke aggressively, you weren’t surprised. Criminals get upset over everything, it’s the way they function.

“Look Dragon, I’ll get you your money but you have to get me out of this shit hole first.” How are they in contact? You might as well have just solved the whole case.

“And why the fuck would I do that?” Dragon almost shouted as he paced around the small living room.

Your microphone was recording the whole conversation and all you had to do was sit tight and not get caught. You were so sure that you were going to beat Jungkook on this one too. When the conversation was over, you quickly headed back to your car with the new information, ready to hand it in to Namjoon, a smile plastered across your face as you passed the apartment complex entrance.

“Hey! Who are you and what do you want?” A familiar voice called out with a rather dark and furious tone. You swiftly turned around and of course, Dragon was standing there. 'Fuck!’ you screamed inside. Now that he’s seen you, it’s only a matter of time before he adds up all the digits.

“Do I know you?” You asked putting on a confused look. Dragon moved closer to you and you prepared yourself for the worst, “You’re spying on me.” and with that he didn’t hesitate to think twice before sending his fist in your direction. It took you half a second to decide if you were going to act innocent and take the blow, or defend yourself and give up your cover.

You dodged and crouched as you swung your leg under his feet, which left him stumbling to stand, during that time period, you sent him a quick but powerful kick to his abdomen. As he fell onto his back you turned around to quickly run to your car, but you bumped into a very tough chest, you stumbled a little but quickly regained yourself as you realized who it was. You groaned “I guess you win this one. Don’t get too cocky.” you used your index finger to hit his chest as an gesture to 'watch out’.

You left him quickly, got into your car and drove back to the base. This was going to be the most embarrassing moment in your life.                                                                                              _____

“Yes I got the information!” You raised your voice out of annoyance. Namjoon was a hard person to reason with and he wasn’t being anymore understanding this time.

“But you got caught! Now we have to assign a different agent to the mission!” Namjoon was clearly upset, he pinched his nose bridge between his index finger and thumb, as he walked around the office. The thought of having Dragon get away occasionally slipping into his mind here and there.

“Okay, I really don’t care about that since I already have..this.” You raised up the recorder with the conversation between Dragon and Dae Jung Lee, you shoved it towards Namjoon. You were just about to leave as you turned around at the door, “Oh and by the way, I don’t think you’ll have to use it anyway. Jungkook seems to have already taken care of it.” You used your head to nod towards the news on Television.

“The killer of high level Lawyer, Park Byeong-Ho, has been recently arrested. After the uncovering of new information, linking the killer to the mafia leader currently in prison has confirmed his guilt. We’ll get back to you soon with more.”

You scowled at Namjoon, it looked as if he was about to say something, struggling to find the words, but before he could, you left.

                                                      _____

You were unlocking the door to your luxurious penthouse when someone grabbed your hand. Out of instinct you sent your leg flying to the area between the person’s legs. With a quick whack your hand was released and the person was hunched over and groaning in pain.

You didn’t even give them a second look before you scuttled into your home. You slammed the door shut and locked it. You were thinking it was one of Dragon’s minions, if he even had minions. You heaved a sigh of relief as you looked through the peephole to see if you could get a look of the person outside your door.

The sudden knocking made you jump in surprise, “It’s me… Jungkook.” 'What the hell is he doing here? How did he even find me, and what does he want?’ these thoughts now floating around in your head, unanswered questions that could be answered if you just opened the door.

Half of you wanted to open the door and flip him off, while the other half wanted answers. You looked through the peephole just in time to catch him slipping his hand under his pants, to rub what seemed to be his aching penis. You looked away hastily while your cheeks flushed with a rosy pink color. He was dressed in just a plain black shirt and black sweatpants which wasn’t very professional, speaking on the fact that you’ve both only talked once, and it didn’t end very well. Also considering that you’re both top spies who only meet at missions.

You slowly opened the door making sure it was wide enough for just half your face to be seen, “How the hell do you know I live here, and what the fuck do you want?” this reminded you of earlier today when you asked him the same question in the coffee shop. You looked him up and down, this time you were able to see him standing up in all his glory. The clothes he wore and how they emphasized his curves and muscles so perfectly made you rethink the whole 'I hate you’ situation.

“I decided to come tell you that I apologize for distracting you earlier. You see, I didn’t mean to cheat, but even if I hadn’t, I would’ve still won.” You began to fume in disbelief at his cocky words, the words 'I hate you’ suddenly making much more sense again. You hated losing, but you hated it even more when it would be constantly rubbed in your face, “Ughh, you’re just so- so- childish! Leave!” Your voice was now raised, and for just a second there, you thought you would finally call a truce, but no, over your dead body were you ever going to be at peace with this cocky motherfucker.

Jungkook loved to constantly upset you, he enjoyed teasing you and seeing your reaction. It was like a comedy TV show for him, he also doesn’t deny the fact that he finds you attractive. Like earlier today, he was supposed to be keeping watch on Dragon but he would occasionally end up checking you out. He didn’t like you, nor did he despise you though, but he hated being beaten so many times by a female.

Now standing outside your door, lord knows how he found your address, he wouldn’t mind in trying to get to know you, more like find your weaknesses, but he knew that wouldn’t be easy.

“Leave!” And suddenly the door slammed shut. Now looking at your name printed on the door right under the number of the penthouse, he sighed with a smirk on his face. If he was going to get any more information on you, his opponent, he would have to get closer to you… he’d have to spy on you.

Jungkook looked around the empty hallway, a normal person would awe at how expensive it looked but Jungkook was used to it. The security here was tight as well, the only way he was able to get in was with his badge, and the excuse of coming to visit you, threatening to call you if they still refused to let him through. Jungkook lived as luxuriously as you but would often feel lonely, people would think he could just have any girl he pointed at, which wasn’t entirely false, but he preferred not to. He’s had his number of one night stands but he’d rather look for a relationship with meaning, not just sex.

He placed his ear onto your door, trying to listen for any sounds of movement. Yes, he was about to break in.

He has no idea what had gotten into him, but he was taking the meaning of the word 'competitive’ to a whole other level. It was the risk he had to take to win any other missions ahead. He still hasn’t explained to himself how breaking into your home has anything to do with learning your weaknesses, but he didn’t care.

Jungkook used a bobby pin to fiddle with the lock until it opened. Once it was unlocked, he slowly opened the door. He peeked round the corner to see if you were in there, to his relief you weren’t. He tip toed inside, careful to check the surroundings and listen for the sound of your footsteps. He’s a professional spy, this won’t be hard.

Jungkook finally got to your bedroom’s door where he could hear the shower running in the bathroom. 'Perfect’ he thought as he slowly made his way inside. Heading straight for your desk, he began to go through pictures, files, documents, whatever he thought would give him a head start.

There was a picture of you and your ex boyfriend that he found, his face had a red 'X’ drawn over it, “Must not have been a great relationship.” Jungkook felt a prick in his stomach when he looked at the picture for a little longer, he couldn’t help but notice how happy you looked in the picture. Well… he had found one weakness of yours, that was enough for now.

He got up and quietly headed for the door when he passed the bathroom. Hearing the water running he stood there for a moment before looking at the door. Hesitantly, he placed his hand on the door handle, but immediately took it off, realizing the inappropriate action he was just about to make.

Then the water stopped. Jungkook sprinted out of the penthouse as if being chased by killer dogs. Once he was out he gave a sigh of relief and proceeded to leave. He didn’t understand what had gotten into him, but now he had a plan on how to beat you once and for all.

As he walked down the hall, Jungkook remembered that he was being assigned a new mission tomorrow. He didn’t have much information about it yet but a part of him hoped to see you there again.

Dear Able Bodied People: Stop Telling Me How “Positive” My Attitude Is

I recently ordered a pizza and put the name of the bar followed by “Look for the guy in the wheelchair” in the delivery instructions. When the delivery guy arrives he’s got this giant grin on his face and says “Dude, that’s awesome! What a great attitude”. I’ll pause here while you retrieve your phone from across the room after you threw it…..

Dear able bodied people: stop telling me how great my attitude is; it’s fucking insulting. I know that when you say “Great attitude!” you expect me to hear a compliment, but all I really hear is “Great attitude despite the fact that your condition makes me perceive you as a less than human and a charity case!”. 

The only thing that could make you more of a jerk is if, on your way out, you told every woman you see to “smile”.

anonymous asked:

daily mail posted some picture of Daniel as celebrating his baku win in St Tropez with mystery blonde

If we review the evidence we can clearly see “mystery blonde” is Stoffel Vandoorne 

Case closed let them live happily ever after. 

Just in case:

Italy had a song about the society of today, the “love” for the Oriental culture without a sense, only because it’s “cool”, the human being becoming more stupid than the gorillas where it came from, the teen-agers that think only at the phone and the selfies…
AND THERE ARE STILL PEOPLE WHO SAY THAT IT WAS A STUPID SONG AND THE GORILLA ON THE STAGE WAS STUPID.
IT WAS A METAPHOR, YOU PIECE OF SHIT

gabbani in my italian heart

Seven Minutes In Heaven (With Seventeen)

Summary: A simple little party in someone’s basement while their parents weren’t home. A simple little game meant for horny preteens trying to get to second base. It’s not supposed to be make or break for your heart, right? Right? Fluff. Multi-chap. 

(A/N: Okay, so I don’t know if any of my followers remember Quizilla. But Quizilla was my first ever fanfiction website. And long before I was writing fanfiction and posting it there, I was reading. And obviously, with a name like Quizilla, the primary formatting of their website was quizzes. This meant that the fanfic writers there actually came up with something very creative - a choose your own adventure style fanfic, usually seven minutes in heaven. I saw these everywhere. If you were in a fandom at the time then there was a 99% chance that a seven minutes in heaven quiz existed for that fandom. Most of the ones I read at the time were about Harry Potter. So anyway I’ll probably explain more about this concept if asked, but I think you’ll get it as you go along. If you have read the Quizilla ones then you’ll get it right off the bat. I’ve always always always wanted to do one of these and I thought Seventeen was the perfect fandom to do it for. I’m gonna have so much fun with this. I think the only warnings are under aged drinking and light promiscuity?? Whatever have fun reading. This is just the prelude before all the individual members parts, but I do recommend reading for set up. -Tanisha<3)

You got invited to parties like this more often than you went to them. You found it more boring going out like this than anything. Your friend group had an odd mixture of people who were of the drinking age and just under, leaving you all with an odd conundrum - the older ones buying alcohol (never anything too heavy) and simply watching in amusement of how the younger ones couldn’t hold their illegal booze. This always gave these parties a distinctly ‘teenage’ vibe. Usually in someone’s basement, or in a dark backyard when parents weren’t home, with Top 40 music blasting in the background for people to embarrass themselves to.

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Sexting in Open Court

@barbabangme I am taking a break from smut forever after this omfg.  I hope it’s not too shit babe.
I am so tired rn but I had to post this tonight. I will be back to writing my fluffy stuffs next week guys. 

Lets put this cute gif of Rafi on it cos why not.

His face totally says “Yeah but you can’t send dirty messages like this and still win your case tho can you?” asdfghjkdsghsdjk I need sleep loool bye

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Bad Decisions pt 4 [Jaehyun]

Originally posted by cherryassbomb

Genre: Angst

Scenario: Your long term friend Jaehyun is in love with your best friend. You want nothing but the best for them but silently dealing with your break up from BTS singer Jeon Jungkook has been weighing on you. One drunken night and one bad decision leads to risks taken and mistakes made.

Characters: Jaehyun; Reader (You); Your Friend (Y/F/N); Mark

Word Count: 1820

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Jaehyun listened to the engine of Y/F/N’s car roar as he watched her tear off into the distance. As if to reflect his mood the dark clouds in the sky quickly merged together and the rain from earlier had returned with a force. He felt the cold raindrops splash against his skin and he took his bottom lip between his teeth. He pressed down so hard he could have sworn he recognized the coppery taste of blood on his tongue.

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    A/N: ahh this one is super cute lol, I love it. Also your girl is about to be a junior after tomorrow, can I hear a hell yeah? Hell yeah! Alrighty i hope you enjoy! Much love!

Originally posted by daisyjonhsons

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   “Juggie, come take a picture with me!” Y/N yelled from the living room of her apartment, and Jughead reluctantly came out of their shared bedroom.

    “Why?” he asked, and Y/N rolled her eyes.

    “Because I wanna take a picture with my boyfriend, I’m sorry.” she teasingly said, and Jughead came up behind her, loosely wrapping his arms around her waist.

    “What do you want a picture for?” he asked, and she turned around in his arms.

    “I just want a picture of us, why does it matter?” she asked, and he lightly chuckled.

    “It doesn’t matter all that much, I just wanted to know why you wanted to take a picture all the sudden.” he replied, and Y/N looked down at the ground, somewhat hiding her face. Jughead instantly knew there was something she wasn’t telling him, and now he definitely had to know.

    “What’s going on?” Jughead asked, and Y/N tore herself from his grasp, placing herself on the couch.

    “I got a call today..” she started, playing with the phone in her hands. “It was my sister, I haven’t heard from her in forever, ever since I emancipated myself and moved out of the house, so I was confused as to how she got my number, considering I changed it. She told me that things at home were a lot better now that I was gone-”

    “I’m so sorry.” Jughead interrupted, walking towards her and sitting beside her on the couch.

    “No, it’s not better because I’m gone, well I mean it is but only because my parents for their shit together and decided they didn’t want to lose any more children. Anyways, she was asking about how I’ve been, what I’ve been doing, and I told her about you and the gang. She said my mom wanted to see a picture of the boy who was making me happy and taking care of me now…” Y/N said softly, trailing off to a mumble. Jughead smiled softly to her and grabbed her phone out of her lap, pulling her up from the couch.

    “Well in that case, I’d be happy to take a picture with you.” He said, and Y/N laughed.

    “You should be happy taking pictures with me anyways.” She said, and he rolled his eyes.

    “Yeah I know, smartass.” He teased and she chuckled.

    “Don’t be mad I’m right asshat, now take a picture with me!” she said, pulling up the camera app on her phone. She smiled and Jughead made a weird face, and Y/N turned and pressed her lips to his, and he laughed in the kiss.

    “Yeah?” he asked when she pulled away, and she gave a smug smile.

    “Yeah, please take an actual picture, a nice one with me?” She asked quietly and Jughead took the phone from her.

    “Why can’t we have a silly one, and a nice one. Variety, that way they know I’m funny and sweet.” He playfully argued, and Y/N nodded her head.

    “Okay, okay. Just take the picture.” Jughead held up the camera and tried to smile, but it ended up looking forced, and it made Y/N die of laughter.

    “What?” He asked and she tried to speak, but she was out of breath and just about to collapse on the floor.

    “You look like a gun is being held to your head, you look terrified!” She giggled, and Jughead smirked, trying not to laugh himself.

    “I’m sorry?” he said and Y/N stood up straight, breathing normally again.

    “Let’s try again.” she said, “but try to give a real smile, for me?” Jughead sighed, pretending that the simple task she gave him was a hard one that he didn’t want to do and she rolled her eyes playfully, smiling towards the camera again as he held up the phone. This time, he looked at her smiling face through the screen, and he didn’t have to fake a smile, she looked so happy, and if she was happy, so was he. They took the first picture, and Y/N squealed with joy.

    “They’re going to love this!” she exclaimed, turning to face Jughead, leaning up to kiss the beanie-less boy on the cheek. “And they’re going to love my handsome boyfriend, of course. Him and his wonderful smile.” Jughead blushed slightly, holding the camera up again.

    “This time, I want to do silly faces.” He said, sticking his tongue out and crossing his eyes. Y/N did her best silly face, and when he took the picture the two of them laughed.

    “Am I still handsome?” He asked, and she nodded.

    “Absolutely, no doubt in my mind.” she said, and Jughead smirked.

    “You mean to tell me, that if I looked like that constantly, you’d still date me?” He asked, and again she nodded.

    “Yup. Am I still beautiful?” She asked, and Jughead lifted her head so she was looking up at him.

    “When are you not?” he asked, and she blushed, leaning up to kiss Juggie, and he met her halfway, pulling up the camera to take a picture. She heard the click and pulled away, taking the phone from his hands and she stared admiringly down at the photo. Jughead tore his gaze from the beautiful girl in front of him to look down at the picture, and he smiled.

    “Send that one to them.” He said, and she blushed.

    “I-I don’t know.” she stuttered, and Jughead chuckled.

    “Or don’t, it’s okay.” He said, sitting down on the couch, and Y/N sat next to him, pulling up her messages and started to text the photos to her sister.

    “I love these.” she mumbled to herself, pushing the send button and going to her photos app. She pulled up the one of the two of them kissing, and set it as her home screen, pushing the home button to admire her new wallpaper.

    “That one your favourite?” He asked, and she nodded, smiling down at it.

    “Yeah, I guess.” She said, and he laughed, pulling her closer into his side.

    “We should take more pictures.” he said, and Y/N laughed.

    “I agree.”

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Originally posted by luhaven

[A/N] The boss. And his right hand man.

Digging your keys in the knob, you had to push the door with all your body for it to open completely because the top screw had severed due to rust and you yet have the time to fix that.

Calling the landlord would take years, and he will cut off from the deposits you pay when you first moved in so you figured that, fixing yourself would be faster and much more efficient. It would have been easier if you called your brother, but he’s away in the army in the west coast of the country, working as air force member, 8 hour drive from there to here.

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