not sure if the dog is supposed to be me

100 Dialogue Prompts
  1. “Where the hell did that baby come from, Marissa?!" 
  2. “Did you destroy the world AGAIN?”
  3. "What do you mean you’re a serial killer?”    
  4. “Listen, you can’t just keep shoving people off the sides of cliffs.”
  5. “Oh my god. I thought you were dead.”
  6. “That wasn’t there before”
  7. “So what now?” “I have no idea, I thought that would kill us”
  8. “I can’t believe you’re married to death, again!”
  9. “Assassination would seem to be a better career, with your skillset.”
  10. “It’s not my fault that the snails committed mutiny!”
  11. “It’s situations like this that make me question why I follow you anywhere.”
  12. “Where did this dog come from?”
  13. “Did you remember to take the skin off?”
  14. “I was going to ask what you’re doing, but at this point, I don’t think I want to know.”
  15. “Why is there a corpse in the bathtub?”
  16. “What in tarnation”
  17. “I love you, I’ll make you love me too”
  18. “This would be a lot easier if you sat still.”
  19. “You see, it all began when it spoke back.”
  20. “This is the pit where we keep the cube that screams.”
  21. “Why did you steal my door?”
  22. “Why didn’t you just listen to me…”
  23. “Hey, you finally made it!”
  24. “Wait, there were only three of them. Why are there now four?”
  25. “How do you ‘accidentally’ hit someone hard enough to rip a hole through time and space?”
  26. “Why is there bloodstains on the floor, honey?”
  27. “… Why are you… eating tacos at 3 AM?” “Why not?”
  28. “Why would you train your gerbil army to take over the world and enslave humanity?!”
  29. “Are toasters supposed to float?”
  30. “Honey, did you eat the dog”
  31. “Hey bro, where’s our sister?” “Um… we don’t have a sister.”
  32. “Wanna help me steal a giraffe?”
  33. “I told you that you would regret it, now we’ve ended up like this.”
  34. “Why are your clothes all wet? Why are you covered in glitter? Why does your sister have wings? Ah- get off the carpet! It’s getting all wet!”
  35. “You’re not actually sure, are you?”
  36. “What do you expect me to do? I’m a magician, not a wizard!”
  37. “Dad? What are you doing here? This is a spaceship.”
  38. “Mom says I can’t burn the city hall with you. She said that we’re going to my aunt that day.”
  39. “You….you just don’t understand..”
  40. “Okay, so. No more caffeine for you, that’s apparent.”
  41. “Where were you last night?”
  42. “Okay but have you seen what my hair does?! I kills people!”
  43. “I don’t think you understand the term 'dead or alive’, because I don’t know if this thing IS dead or alive”
  44. “What do you mean, ‘there wasn’t a murder weapon’?”
  45. “Time flies, but I can fly faster.”
  46. “You just crashed with MY podship into that wall and all you say is »It’s just a scratch«?”
  47. “Now sweetie, don’t get scared when you hear the gunshots, okay? Just don’t come to the house.”
  48. “and… why do you have a gorilla in your room again?”
  49. “Okay, last question: why is there an owl in the fridge?”
  50. “Well shit, you’re hotter than i was expecting.”
  51. “It turns out, space isn’t actually the final frontier”
  52. “If I had hands right now I would choke you.”
  53. “…why did you think it would be a good idea to set that on fire?”
  54. “Close your eyes, sweetie. They can’t get you then.”
  55. “That tiger, that tiger eats humans”
  56. “I swear, if ONE more person comes at me with their hot dog buns–”
  57. “If you would have just kissed them, we wouldn’t be in this mess! Now we’re tied up on traintracks about to be smushed like bugs!”
  58. “Do I want to know why your'e in my apartment wearing only sport shorts which are quite tight?”
  59. “What do you mean that woman wasn’t you?”
  60. “Why is there a dog on the couch?!”
  61. “Stop dude stop, you scared the dogs.”
  62. “What on earth made you think the banana was a good idea?
  63. "Do I want to know whats in the box”
  64. “Wait, no! Please don’t leave me here, it’s getting dark. Have you not heard the stories of the things in these woods?”
  65. “Those were shoes yesterday”
  66. “Can I at least put on my socks first?”
  67. “Why is the Devil in your living room?” “It’s Saturday, Tom. Date night.”
  68. “John, get your damn death ray off of my cat’s bed. You’ve given poor Fluffy radiation poisoning!”
  69. “I get it, you think I don’t care about you. You think I want nothing to do with you… And you’re right.”
  70. “No. Not after last time.”
  71. “What made you think you could survive this?”
  72. “No! I never said you could reenact General Sherman’s Total War tactic from the Civil War! We’re gonna get arrested!”
  73. “Why does our 8 y/o daughter think that THAT werewolf is her pet dog?! He’s been terrorizing our entire town!!”
  74. “Have you even bothered to consider your options before deciding to bungee jump into the Pacific?”
  75. “That is NOT how you bury a dead body, Jared!”
  76. “Do you know where the cat is? I haven’t seen it in two weeks…”
  77. “You did what?!” “It’s not that big of a deal” “You killed a man!”
  78. “But you love me, don’t you? So you’ll forgive me.”
  79. “I don’t care.”
  80. “You’re a fucking asshole, you know that, right?”
  81. “You’d be surprised how flexible a sloth can be.”
  82. “Oh great, the world exploded…. again”
  83. “I dressed up for THIS?”
  84. “Why? And how?”
  85. “Would it hurt you to tell me exactly where we’re going?”
  86. “You can’t take back those words anymore. Or everything else you did.”
  87. “he didn’t do anything I fucking told him to do!”
  88. “When they came, why didn’t you fight?”
  89. “What are you doing here?” “I was about to ask you the same thing…” “Well, it’s called the hanging tree for a reason.”
  90. “__, please come down from the tree, i’ll treat you to pizza.”
  91. “You can… seriously? Oh my gosh, teach me teach me teach me!!”
  92. “I wasn’t aware that 'monster’ was a term of endearment.”
  93. “Yes, I’m sure your flower pot really is trying to kill you, Debra.”
  94. “Why is our child on the roof?”
  95. “Do you want a hug? Will that help?”
  96. “How could you sign us up for this without reading the fine print?! It says right there that we have to give up everything!!!”
  97. “And it’s been stuck in there how long now?”
  98. “I learned I can’t trust you when the world was "fine”, now tell me one reason not to place a bullet between your eyes and listen to you.“
  99. “Why the hell are you naked in my room?”
  100. "Having criminals line up against their will and you killing them is not community service!”

100 prompts. Amazing. Thank you for sharing your ideas and contributing to our community.

Let’s make a new list right now! Leave a reply and don’t forget the double quotes “”! I will use the first 100 prompts for the next list. One prompt per amigo please!

The Australian

“G'day, mate.”

It started innocently enough. After all, the Australian student was good for a bit of a laugh at first.

It wasn’t long, however, until people started watching the Australian more closely. How he wandered where he pleased and never seemed to be missed of a night. He introduced himself as ‘Ned’, and he wore no iron. He carried no salt.

The Gentry would not touch him. When he passed them in the halls he was respectful, after a fashion. He’d nod his head or waggle an eyebrow, always polite but yet always familiar. It was beginning to make the fae uncomfortable.

I knew this because of Flit, my roommate. She’s one of those brave students. The ones that rarely make third year. She has a curiosity, a hunger for knowledge that the Lords and Ladies tempt like demons. I’ve bunked with her for a year now, but I still haven’t worked up the courage to ask what she sold her eye for. The eye-patch is fashionable at least, I suppose.

“I’ve never seen them act this way!” she whispered to me, making sure the strings of iron nails were hanging properly over the window, “They won’t even stay in the same room as him! And it’s like he knows.”

“Knows?” I asked, not quite understanding.
“Like he’s aware of it!” She elaborated, dragging the bag of salt from under her bed. “He looks the Gentry straight in the eye and grins at them like a dog in a puddle of mud!”

I went quiet at that. You never look at the Gentry if they don’t want you to, and grinning is very rarely the right thing to do.

“And they haven’t…?” I hesitated.
“Nothing!” she fumed, “Not a curse or an oath or a geas or a pact! Not a single task or favor freely given!”

I started watching him after that. Flit was right, of course. She always was. When the Australian passed the Holly-Haired Man who often appears behind the gym, the fae glared. A look of hatred upon loathing. If I had paid any more attention to the Holly-Haired Man, I might have missed it.

The Australian walked, without looking, right into a faerie ring. The grass crunched underfoot, and a few mushrooms were kicked free to tumble into the shrubs beyond.

The Australian kept walking, and where his footprints passed through the ring there was left pits of blackened grass, ash and charcoal mixed with something sour and dead. The death of magic.

I couldn’t tell Flit. It’d only send her mad with curiosity. If I wanted to know anything about what was happening, I’d need to ask the Australian himself. I manage to corner him in the cafeteria.

“Oh,” he said, when I brought up the fae. “Yeah nah, I was surprised y'got ‘em up here too.”
I admit i’m not following.

“The weird blokes, y'know,” he clarified, jerking a thumb over his shoulder at a frog-eyed boy eating lunch, “Much more social than ours.”

Australian fae? I hadn’t heard of anything like it. He grinned his toothy grin when I admitted as such, and patted me on the shoulder.

I understood a little, then. I wouldn’t have noticed if I wasn’t already in my second year. After enough time at Elsewhere University, you start to notice things.

The boy felt like iron. It was in the land he was born in, in the dirt that covers it and the rocks that hold it up. Iron sat in his bones and salt lay beneath his skin.

He told me of the Gentry in Australia. How they have many names, most of them secret. how some will burrow inside people while they sleep and suck their blood dry, or take shelter in the cracks of rocks from the winds that threaten to break their thin bones.

“Mind you, sometimes you want to be sure, right?” he added at the end of his stories. “Iron in the ground is nice, but sometimes you just gotta drape yourself head-to-foot in the stuff and hope…”


anonymous asked:

How about Dragon Age 2 Companions reacting to Hawkes Mabari having a litter of pups and getting asked if they'd want one?

Aveline: She’s thrilled. “Thank you, Hawke.” she says, genuinely pleased as she holds a puppy. “I’ll take good care of them. One day, they’ll help me train guards.” She kisses the puppy. “Who’s going to grow up to chew on recruits? You are!”

Fenris: He’s not sure he should take it in, but his heart melts against his will as Hawke shoves a puppy in his arms. He stares at the pup as the pup stares at him, tail wagging and eyes wide with love. “I suppose it won’t hurt to have a guard dog.” he finally relents. “Thank you.”

Carver: He’s actually smiling. “Finally. A mabari of my own!” he declares as he lifts the puppy into his arms– the pup is already licking his face, and he grins. “Thanks, brother/sister.”

Varric: He’s not sure he can fit the dog where he’s currently living, but he’d be lying if he said that the puppy offered hasn’t already won his heart. He holds it, stroking the puppy’s head, and laughs. “This is the only time I’ll be able to hold the dog. Eventually it’ll be big enough to eat me. Oh, well, I suppose I’ll have to make do…”

Isabela: “Do dogs mind being on ships?” she asks, already cuddling the puppy as she rocks it like a baby. She kisses the pup’s head and laughs. “I hope so. After all, you’re going to be my first mate someday, right? Thanks, Hawke.”

Sebastian: He’s supremely honored as he’s offered the mabari puppy. “Mabaris choose their masters. I’m honored to be chosen by this majestic beast. May we serve the Maker together, as friends and allies.” He grins as the puppy licks his face. “Oh, now… thank you.”

Anders: “I don’t know,” he says reluctantly, “I’m really more of a cat person, and…” He stops as a puppy crawls up to his foot and reaches up, inviting him to pick the pup up. He does, and his heart melts. “I… don’t give me that look, I… oh, Maker’s breath, fine. Damn you and your puppy eyes.”

Bethany: She squeals as she holds a puppy in her arms, kissing its cute little head. “Oh, look at the precious little– do you want to be my dog? I’d love that.” She giggles. “I see I’ve made a new friend today. Thank you.”

Merrill: She squeals, excited and delighted. “Oh! A puppy? For me? Really?!” She clamps on Hawke with a hug and then hugs the puppy who’s imprinted on her. “Ma serannas, Hawke! Oh, look at them, aren’t they just the cutest thing?”

Apologies || Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by totallyyehet

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre: Fluff

Three months in your opinion was a long time. Especially when there was something like this sitting between the two of you, and you were the only one who knew. You wondered if maybe there would be a day that you would muster up the courage to tell Jungkook what had happened, but another part of you just wanted to run away and pretend that it never happened so you wouldn’t have to face the consequences.

When Jungkook and you had originally broken up, you had told him you had never wanted to see him again. But that all changed after a couple of weeks when you started suffering from intense sickness, and when you went to the hospital they told you the news. Somewhere before the breakup had happened, Jungkook had managed to get you pregnant.

And now you had to deal with that.

There were only two people who knew about your pregnancy, and that was your best friend and Jungkook’s best friend. Taehyung knew you didn’t want to tell Jungkook about what had happened, he understood that you were scared. There was a part of him that just wished that you would tell him though because he understood how Jungkook felt, he knew what was going through both of your minds at the moment.

Naturally, as the months progressed, your stomach started getting bigger and now there was a visible baby bump. Because of the bump, you had found your hands gently caressing your stomach without thought. It was like the most natural feeling in the world to have your hands protecting your stomach, and making sure no harm came to the baby growing inside of you.

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i had the weirdest dream so obviously i had to write a fic about it


They met at the park. It could have been a meet-cute, except Derek doesn’t do cute so it ended up just being weird.

Derek was taking Nora for a walk like he always does when she decided it would be a good idea to chase a squirrel and practically dragged him around, only stopping when another dog got in her way – probably chasing the squirrel too – and they started growling at each other.

“Hey, man. Control your dog, I’m not ready to be a grandpa!”

“My dog is a female.” Derek said, tried not to stare at the other guy’s hands as he struggled to hold his dog back.

“Well,” the other guy said, “how can you know under all – that.” He gestured towards Nora.

“She’s an Alaskan malamute.” Derek took a step back, dragging Nora away from asshole-guy and his dalmatian. “Much better than a dog that you don’t know if it’s white or black.”

The other guy stopped, looked between Derek and his dog. “How dare you.” He narrowed his eyes. “Leia is beautiful.

“Leia?” Derek asked, smirking. “What happened to creativity these days?”

“I’ll show you creativity.” The guy growled, much like Nora was doing, then took Derek’s hand, dragged him towards a bench and started to list all the reasons he named his dog after Princess Leia.

Nora and Leia ended up getting along fabulously, and as fate would have it, so did their owners.

“Unfair.” Stiles mumbles, watching as Derek heads to the bathroom. “I’m supposed to be going to work. Stop teasing me.”

Derek smirks over his shoulder. “Are you sure? I was going to ask you to join me in the shower.”

Gah.” Stiles says as his dick responds to Derek’s smile. “I hate you.”

Derek laughs. “I know.” He walks into the shower, moans purposefully loud when the hot water hits his body. Stiles yells at him to shut up and seconds later he’s joining Derek under the spray.

“You’re gonna kill me.” He leans in for a kiss, nips at Derek’s bottom lip as he runs his hands over Derek’s wet chest. “Fuck,” he moans when Derek presses him against the wall, rubs their dicks together, “you’re awful.”

Derek bites softly at Stiles’ pulse point, enjoys the moan it elicits from him. He’s always talking, moaning, yelling, seriously, Derek is the one who’s going to die here.

It’s been two months and they aren’t even close to getting tired from each other. It’s still hot, fun and - even more - exciting. Sometimes, in between fixing a car or two, Derek checks his phone, sends messages to Stiles, some of them explicit others just telling him about his day, the awful clients that destroy their cars and ask Derek to perform miracles. Other times, it’s Stiles that calls him, rambles about his dad and Leia, about his friends and what he ate that morning.

They haven’t talked about what they are – if they are something – but Stiles doesn’t seem in a hurry, so Derek isn’t going to force him, as much as he wants to.

Really, Derek’s got it so bad even his boss noticed and he’s seventy.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any Faberry or Bechloe fic recs? You write amazing fanfiction, so I imagine you probably also have good taste in them :D

aw thank you so much! as luck would have it… I do have fic recs for both of those ships! And, well, of course I think of myself as having good taste in fics ;)

I have made a few faberry fic recs in the past, and unfortunately, I haven’t found many more fics with them since then? Granted, I haven’t been as much in a faberry-heavy mood for a few months, so… yeah the fic rec lists are the same. You can find them  here and here.

As for bechloe… okay, well the majority of my favorite Bechloe fics are shorter stories/oneshots (which i believe is the majority of stories i’ve really seen) but granted, I haven’t gone through this entire fandom and scoured for fics like i have for faberry. 

Okay, so without farther adieu:

Bechloe Fic Recs

By Redlance

Experimentation - So, about that one little regret… (aka canon divergent from the second movie and Chloe’s tent confession also known as the slowest burn to ever burn)

this is like the classic quintessential bechloe fic, let’s be real. i’m sure you’ve already read it, but… the hands down best bechloe fic i’ve ever seen.

Exception - Chloe is Beca’s exception to most of the rules she’s set herself in life. Which isn’t anywhere near as difficult for Beca to accept as it should be.

Sure Would Be Prettier - There’s an entire world out there for Beca to see, and she does. It’s filled with beauty and music and wonder, and it’s all pretty breath-taking. But there’s always something missing.

By wherehopelies -

You Still Make Sense to Me (Your Mess Is Mine) - “Chloe fills up all of the spaces inside her that she didn’t even know existed until Chloe was there.“orrrrr the one where it takes a fake-engagement and being domestic as hell for these two idiots to realize they’re in love. Set two years after PP2 and mostly canon compliant. Title taken from Vance Joy’s "Mess is Mine”

By Care -

The Sexual Implications of Teleportation - The first time is a complete freak accident.

eliminate the distance between us - Senior year isn’t really going the way Beca thought it would.A Pitch Perfect 2 AU.

You Know Her Breath Will Catch And How Her Fingers Curl - If someone had asked Beca at the end of her freshman year whose idea it would be to do a Bellas reunion tour, she would have sworn up and down that it would be Aubrey’s.

By gilligankane -

reality is a sliding door - There is a theory: every person has a moment in their life where they make a choice to go left or right. From those possibilities, two parallel lines form, running alongside each other; two concurrent realities. Parallel lines never cross; they run forever next to each other without ever meeting.In one world, Beca Mitchell joins the Barden Bellas.In another world, she wasn’t supposed to.In every world, Beca Mitchell underestimates Chloe Beale.

when gravity’s pulling (you’re still holding my heart) - Beca isn’t sure how she got here.Well, she knows how she got here, in this house, with these girls. She knows all about the real estate process too. But she isn’t sure how she got here: Laying on her bed with her laptop in her lap and her legs bent at the knee, feet flat so Chloe can paint her toenails while she goes over the Bellas history with Legacy and answer every question about the Beca-and-Chloe (fake) dating thing.It’s this part of her life she isn’t so sure about.

Song Beneath the Song - Chloe has always followed the music, because music has given her the best, most important things in her life.  It’s never led her astray. Sometimes, though, she wishes it’d give her a little bit of warning about the roller coaster she’s in for.

By sexonastick -

The Party’s Crashing Us - Beca has never been big into high school activities, but sometimes desperate people do desperate things. Like show up for marching band and get stalked by the creepy redheaded cheerleader who won’t leave you alone.

Bulletproof Use of Bullet Points - Nobody values friendship more than Aubrey Posen. (Even her best friend, Chloe, can really only be said to consider friendship equally as important as Aubrey does.) The point is: it matters.But Beca Mitchell might just be the most annoying person at Barden University. (Important note: she most definitely is.) Tolerating smug shitheads for the sake of someone else is surely the True Meaning of friendship.

By eliseboobman -

One touch and I was a believer (every kiss it gets a little sweeter) - “I wonder how many there are.” Chloe says, pointing up with her finger. She starts to count, moving her finger every time she does, and Beca smiles as she watches her. It’s impossible to count every star in the sky, but obviously Chloe tries. It’s such a Chloe thing to do.

You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece - Beca is in love with Chloe. Chloe is in love with Stacie. Stacie is in love with Aubrey. Everything is messed up. (The unrequited love AU that nobody asked for.)

By obstinate_questionings -

This World Is Gonna Burn (Baby You Should Stick Around) - Beca really should have let Chloe know how much she hated ghost stories.[Halloween fic.]

By shitqueen -

Silhouettes -  It’s quite worrisome, how happy-go-lucky, doesn’t know the meaning of boundaries, across-neighbour Chloe Beale doesn’t bother her.  She doesn’t dwell on it though, she just continues on with life and focuses on what’s in front of her. Like, giving Jesse his Chinese food and pushing his legs off her sofa.(or: beca thinks everything is perfect, then chloe moves in across from her. being domestic as hell and secretly in love with each other for two years  come after.)

oh the habits of my heart - Listen, Beca’s not gay.She’s, like, only mildly attracted to German blondes. And, like, half-ish attracted to weirdo redheads with no knowledge on boundaries and how to respect them. So, yeah. Beca’s not gay.

By novel_concept26 -

Storytellers and Legends - Dr. Mitchell has the habit of kicking off his classes with personal stories: stories about a girl so outrageous, she couldn’t possibly be real. At least, that’s what Chloe always told herself. 

(Accidentally) Taking Aim - For Kay’s prompt: “At Barden, the acapella groups are naturally drawn to understanding the world through music. It’s the language they speak, from toners to aca-children, but most of all in the harmonies they make with their mouths. So is it really any wonder that Chloe is falling so hard when Beca is wooing her with her music, even if it’s completely by accident?”

Secrecy - Chloe and Aubrey are best friends; always have been, always will be. Which is what makes this whole thing so weird. Because, see, best friends don’t keep secrets from each other. Most of the time.

Some Kind of Home - Home is where the heart is; Chloe is just better at following hers than most people. Not that Beca gets that at all.

By reliquiaen -

I Am Not Worthy (Not Worthy of This) - Prompt: “I found your tumblr but you don’t know and urg now you’re posting about your crush on this cute person oh wait is that me.”  Got waaaay out of hand.

Jesse’s Girl - “It’s an inner monologue of curses and other assorted expletives coupled with self-derogatory slurs that’s been skipping scratchily through her head for the past ten minutes.” - AU

By lismicro -

this love ain’t enough to leave you - On a one-way trip to Los Angeles, aspiring DJ Beca Mitchell doesn’t expect her world to change. Enter Chloe Beale, photographer and journalist, who doesn’t know how to make hers stand still.

By mooosicaldreamz -

mix the bourgeoisie and the rebel (we got the gift of melody) - Beca is an up and coming producer, Chloe Beale is pop’s newest princess. This is the story of how they fall in love.

By echo_wolf -

Something You Want, Something You Need - Beca Mitchell’s not really sure how, but a copper-haired Cocker Spaniel (who walked into her bathroom while she was singing in the shower) managed to change her life and give her Chloe Beale.  Or the story of how DJ-just-moved-in-down-the-hall Beca and  travelling-private-music-instructor Chloe succeed to be disgustingly domestic with a dog and 5000 miles distance.

By galpalkru -

Don’t You (Forget About Me) - If you drunkenly sleep with your best friend, you’re both just supposed to pretend that you don’t remember, right? Even if you know that she knows that you know that she knows. Yeah.Or the one where Beca and Chloe sleep together and refuse to be the first to admit that they both remember everything.

By lamachine -

embrace the weirdness -  She was working for a sex line. Chloe was a phone sex operator.  Okay. That one, Beca needed time to process.

By theamberissubtle -

Aca-awkward - Chloe gets caught sexting in class by a lecturer who also happens to be the unsuspecting father of her girlfriend.

By chloebeale -

All Apologies - Beca can’t believe it when her gorgeous redheaded neighbor shows up on her doorstep. When she starts crying, admitting that she’s run over what she thinks is Beca’s cat, she doesn’t have the heart to tell her that the feline belongs to the old man next door. And when Chloe locks her keys in her car, she can’t help but invite her in. But even Beca doesn’t expect what happens next.

I’ll stop there for now… I hope you enjoy!

anonymous asked:

can i request a medical!au with mingyuuuuu? 💖💖💖 (p.s : i thought dk will be a dentist on the medical!au bc of his smile!!!!) thank u ;u;

ofc !!! ❥❥ and wow ohmygosh i don’t know why i didn’t think of that ?? thats such a good idea. lmao i want to change it now fhjhggj ;;;

  • u and mingyu have worked in the same dental practice for quite some time
  • you’ve been solid buddies since day one mainly bc mingyu is so bubbly
  • the first thing he probably said to u was “hey u look like u respect animals, lets be friends”
  • children love him. every one loves him
  • greets u by yelling “good morning stranger!!!!!!” from his room bc he’s somehow learned to recognise the sound of u turning the handle on the front door
  • whenever u see him walking round looking dapper as heck in his white coat thing u just wonder how someone can look that good in a dental uniform ?????????
  • he always votes u for staff member of the week even tho he’s the only one who actually participates in it anymore
  • during ur breaks, he’ll cut himself off mid-sentence to drag u over to the window and point out a dog on the street whilst waving at it
  • will be walking with u to ur room and forget how big he is and end up colliding w expensive equipment and knock it flying
  • he’s probably the reason for most of ur dental practice’s insurance pay-outs
  • has been caught trying to verbally reason with the vending machine after a long shift
  • you’ll hear him sneeze from across the practice and will send him an email saying “bless u”,, then u hear him yell “thank u!!!!!!!”
  • owns all the dog mugs in the staff kitchen
  • always insists on making u lunch
  • it always tastes great
  • insists all staff take part in wheely-chaired races on fridays. usually ends up with someone breaking a finger or a potted plant. usually him
  • places those kid’s stickers on ur back when ur not looking
  • always has the power to make u laugh even by giving u one of his endearing somewhat dorky grins
  • sends u facebook game requests when ur pretty sure he’s supposed to be seeing a patient
  • sends u photos of the dogs he sees on his days off . “this one reminded me of u. look how cute is is”
  • can’t hide his smile whenever he talks to u, even when ur mad at him for placing stickers on ur back
  • “but u love me”
  • will squeeze u into a hug until u agree and can no longer be mad
  • will walk up to u with an xray result looking all serious and dentist-y and ask “what do u think of this, dr y/s/n” and when u confusedly go “it looks .. perfectly normal” he’ll nod thoughtfully before saying “hm. u make a valid point. i agree” and walk out
  • ^collides w the door frame every time he leaves ur room bc he’s too flustered to think straight but refuses it ever happened
  • on ur birthday he comes in extra early to put balloons everywhere, but denies it was him. also buys u one of those massive cards that won’t stop singing
  • takes u out to dinner after work that day
  • tells u how pretty u look the entire time
  • get’s super excited when they come out with a tiny birthday cake and starts clapping and singing along to happy birthday which just makes ur heart melt
  • walks u home and won’t let go of ur hand. absentmindedly plays with ur fingers
  • as he goes to say goodbye to u, u reach up on ur tippy-toes and kiss him on the cheek
  • at which point he practically passes out in front of u
  • he just plays it cool and plants a kiss on ur forehead in return, but as u turn to go inside, u hear him make this tiny excited squealing noise
  • ever since then you’ve become the office couple and everyone ships it. even the patients
just stop your crying, have the time of your life

Summary: He had met Nico di Angelo at a frat party.

Also on AO3.

Title is from this song that came up on the radio when I was editing this. I guess you could say it was a… Sign of the Times. (For real, it was the first time I heard that wonderful song and it fit the story like a glove.)

I hope you enjoy it!

(Nico di Angelo/Will Solace, fluff, teen and up audiences, 3045 words.)

He had met Nico di Angelo at a frat party. Both of them had been dragged there by friends, both of them were tipsy, and both of them were only dancing because of the alcohol in their systems.

They had started talking because Nico accidentally stepped on Will’s foot, which had him apologizing profusely. Will had laughed it off — he hadn’t even felt anything.

Looking back on it, it hadn’t taken them long to start kissing at all. Maybe ten, fifteen minutes after meeting each other, and Will was gently pressing Nico against a wall, caressing his back with his fingertips, and exploring his mouth as if he had all the time in the world to do so.

He had never thought he’d be confident enough to flirt with a stranger, much less with a boy with unknown sexuality, but this felt like a night for firsts, and so he decided to enjoy it.

“I should probably go.” Nico murmured at some point, and it made Will inexplicably sad — maybe because of the alcohol.

“Just five more minutes?”


They kept kissing for much longer than five minutes. Once Nico really had to go, they parted with a goodbye and a peck on the lips, and Will was pretty sure he’d never see him again.

They met again at another party.

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ravnclaws  asked:

Hi, Rhiannon! I'd love to see what you do with Jily + #4! xx

‘blow my heart out’

#4: “If he’s going to treat you like shit I’m going to kick his ass.”

For some reason I actually have inspiration??? probs because I’m meant to be doing coursework, oops. Anyways, here ya go!

canon (sixth year)

“If he’s going to treat you like shit I’m going to kick his arse.” Marlene says loudly, too loudly.

Lily rolls her eyes, “He’s not going to treat me like shit.”

“Who’s going to treat you like shit, Evans?” Potter has appeared, of course, and Marlene smiles because that’s what she wanted.

“None of your business,” she says, trying not to look at him.

They’re on their way to Hogsmeade, the first trip of the new year, and Potter has jogged to catch up with him, abandoning the other Marauders several metres behind. They catch up now, Sirius scowling at James.

“If he’s going to treat you like shit it is!” Potter sounds indignant.

“Who’s treating her like shit?” Peter and Remus ask in unison.

“Davey Gudgeon,” Marlene supplies, ever the traitor.

Potter splutters. “Gudgeon? Davey Gudgeon?”

“Jealous?” Peter asks, because they all know it’s true. Except for Lily, who just speeds up.

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I Just Wanna // Lee Taeyong


the prompt: I would like to request/suggest two song based scenarios, the 1st one based on “I just wanna make love to you” with Taeyong.

words: 1195

category: fluffy fluff

author note: i realize the chorus is kinda angst so i cut the entire chorus bc i wanted to write a husband!taeyong fluff. also i’m a pure bean so there is no love making in this. rather, it’s about the little things that make love so attractive to us :)

- destinee

Originally posted by haechanz

i am so very soft for this boy

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Drama Queen

A Reggie x reader fic with lots of drama but also kinda Archie x reader? As in, reader likes Archie and Reggie likes her. 

“Listen to me, I didn’t intend it to happen, I-“
“I don’t want to hear it”
“Please, I didn’t know!”
“Yeah.. sure!” 
It was nearly two in the morning and after much incessant banging and phone ringing, I had finally given in and answered the door. Veronica looked like she’d been crying and even beneath all the smudged eyeliner she was incredibly beautiful. This, of course, made me even angrier. 
“Y/N, listen to me! I didn’t know you liked Archie.. You never told me!”
“Never told you?” I spluttered. Anger was boiling inside me and I was surprised steam wasn’t coming out of my ears. “You knew, Veronica!”
“I didn’t!” Her eyes welled up with angry tears. “You never said anything… I thought we were friends! Why wouldn’t you tell me?”
“Don’t you dare try to turn this on me!” I said, shouting now. The neighbour’s dog began to howl. Soon the whole street would be awake. 
“I’m not! But you can’t seriously blame me! How was I supposed to know that you liked Archie? And even if you did, you don’t own him, Y/N.” 
That felt like a slap across the face. I knew I didn’t own Archie. I’d just always thought we would end up together… eventually. We had always been friends, since we were little. Both Betty and I had worshiped Archie all through high school. But then Betty found Jughead and I was sure Archie would turn to me.
“You know what, Ronnie? If it weren’t for you, none of this would have happened. But you came waltzing into our lives and fucked everything up. I wish you’d never set a foot in Riverdale.” The words came out before I had time to think. But in that moment, I meant them.
Veronica’s face burned red in the dim streetlight. Something shifted in her expression and I sensed danger. “I can’t believe I came here to apologise and ask you to give me another chance. You’ll have to grovel if you even want to speak to me again.” She turned away from me, her coat whirling in the light breeze. She walked down to the street and then turned round. “And as if you could ever have Archie.” And she walked into the night.


My alarm buzzed unrelentingly against by bed side table but I couldn’t face turning it off. If I turned it off it meant I had to get up. And if I got up it meant I had to go to school – and that was something I couldn’t face.
“Y/N” My mum called through the door “Get up now! You have to be at school in twenty minutes.”
I rolled onto my side and looked out the window. It was raining. Maybe I could feign a cold or something? But that would never convince my mother who always said ‘Education is the most important thing’.
The alarm buzzed again and I slammed my hand on it, deafening the sound. I got up and dressed slowly, tying my hair into a French braid and painstakingly tying my shoe laces as slowly as possible.
“Y/N, now!”
I slung my backpack over my shoulder and slouched down the stairs.
“Finally. Shall I drive you to school on my way to work?” My mother asked appearing at the bottom of the stairs.
“No, I’ll walk.”
“You’ll get soaked!” She complained but I was already out the door. I pulled my hood up and began the usual road to the institution of torture.
The uninviting building was in sight when I heard a familiar voice calling my name. My stomach tightened as I turned round to see the red-haired boy jogging to catch up with me.
“Hey Arch” I mumbled keeping my eyes trained on the wet pavement.
“I talked to Veronica” he said cutting to the chase instantly. I managed a nondescript mumble in answer. “Y/N, why were you so horrible to her?”
My head shot up and I found myself gazing into his dark eyes. “And what about me, Arch? Don’t you care about how she treated me?”
Archie rolled his eyes in exasperation. “You must know you’re the one that’s in the wrong here, Y/N.”
“I thought I was your friend, Archie! I’ve known you since we were five. How long have you known her for?”
“Don’t be such a drama queen!”
I chuckled humourlessly and continued down the road. Archie grabbed my arm and turned me round to face him. “Look, I’m sorry if your feelings were hurt, Y/N, but Ronnie is my girlfriend now and I just want us all to get on.”
“Oh please, Archie. Don’t act all holier than thou, you knew damn fine how I felt about you.” I scoffed and pulling my arm out of his grasp I practically ran to school.
Once inside I felt eyes on me and wondered how many people Veronica had told already. I tried to ignore them all, walking with my head high towards my locker. Once there I opened it and tried to conceal my face as hot tears spilled down my icy cheeks. How could they do this to me?
“Well, well, well. Y/N you look very wet this morning.” I slammed my locker, insult ready at the tip of my tongue. Reggie stood in front of my locker, teardrops glistening in his dark hair. I opened my mouth to burn him into oblivion when an idea hit me, just like a comic book character with a lightbulb over their head.
“Oh Reg, I’ve never been wetter” I said with a sly smile. Reggie looked taken-aback at my new approach.
“I’m sure we could change that” Reggie said, casually leaning on the locker next to mine.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Mantle.”
“Meet me at Pop’s tonight and I’ll make sure I keep that promise.”
“Done. I’ll see you at nine” I said, grabbing my books and giving him a flirtatious wink as I headed for English. A mop of red hair caught my eye as I strode past and I felt triumph. It was a small comfort but if Archie and Veronica heard about this then they’d know I wasn’t going to just lie down and take their shit.


I didn’t bother getting too dressed up. After all, this is Reggie Mantle we’re talking about – he’ll flirt with anything. I slipped my earrings on and took one last look in the mirror. A dress, not too fancy but still cute and boots that would survive the rain. I grabbed my jacket and headed downstairs.
“I’m going out!” I called over my shoulder and rushed out the door to avoid the ‘But it’s a school night’ lecture.
Reggie was already sitting at a booth in Pop’s when I arrived. The fluorescent lighting gave his hair a pink tinge. He was inevitably wearing his football jacket. I rolled my eyes at the predictability and plastered a flirty smile on my face as I slid into the booth opposite him.
“Hello gorgeous!” he said smiling from ear to ear.
“Hi Reggie.”
“I have to say, I’m a little surprised you came. I guess I always thought you hated me. Although now I see that was just a way to cover up that you’re madly in love with me.” He slung an arm around the back of the booth and flashed me a model smile.
I couldn’t help but laughing. “Sure, keep dreaming, Mantle.”
The waitress took our order and I sipped my milkshake looking absent-mindedly out the window. “Something on your mind?” Reggie asked leaning towards me.
“Not really.” I muttered, stirring my milkshake with my straw.
“What was up at lunch? You weren’t sitting with your bag of weirdos.” I feigned indifference and drank some more milkshake. I was not about to spill out all my feelings to Reggie Mantle.
“So what happened?” he pressed.
“Nothing, just fell out with Veronica.”
“Why? Did you have a contest on who’s hotter and you won?”
I laughed again. “Hardly. I think we both know who would win that.” I couldn’t keep the bitterness out of my voice.
“Do we?” Reggie’s hand found mine and he interlocked our fingers.
I looked up at him. “You’re really beautiful, Y/N”
I shrugged off my embarrassment and pulled my hand from his. “What would your team mates think if they heard this?”
“They’d never believe it.”
“How do you know I don’t have my phone recording this whole thing?” I joked.
He feigned horror. “You’d ruin the reputation I’ve worked so hard to build.”
“Then you’d better make this night enjoyable, Mantle.”


“Can I walk you home?” Reggie asked, hands deep in his pockets and hopping from foot to foot to keep warm.
“Don’t you live on the other side of here?” I asked, peering at him from beneath my hood.
“Yeah but I like walking in the rain. There’s something relaxing about it.”
I nodded and we began walking towards my house. “So, will you tell me something about yourself, Y/N?” he asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, we’ve spent more time together tonight than we have in all these years I’ve known you and still I feel like I know nothing about you.”
I shrugged. “Not much to know. I guess I’ve mostly defined myself through my friends in the past and now…” I trailed off. When I said friends I really meant Archie.
“Yeah you and Andrews are always together, aren’t you?” I nodded. “Anything going on there?” Reggie asked with a small smile.
“Definitely not. He’s dating Veronica.” A small shadow of recognition seemed to cross Reggie’s face but he was soon smiling again.
We made our way up my street and the rain had abated slightly. Reggie reached out and grabbed my hand. I was surprised but found the warmth emanating from him surprisingly comforting. We reached my door and I turned round to face him.
“Well, this is me.” I felt distinctly awkward. Was he expecting to kiss me?
“I had a great time” He said, standing very close to me. He brushed a strand of hair that had come loose from my braid out of my face.
“Me too”
“Y/N?” He asked, dangerously close now.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Only if you promise I won’t end up in that stupid playbook” I muttered.
He grimaced and shook his head. “I wouldn’t do that to you.” And then he kissed me.


The moment I walked into school the next day I bumped straight into Veronica. “Woops, sorry” I said before realising who it was. You could have cut the tension with a knife.
“Ready to apologise?” Veronica asked bluntly. What was it with her and Archie?
“Don’t beat around the bush do you?”
“Well?” I didn’t answer. Veronica rolled her eyes and pushed past me, her elbow digging into my arm. I winced slightly at the pain.
“Hey, beautiful!” Reggie was walking towards me, a huge grin on his face.
“Hi Reg” I mumbled, massaging my arm lightly.
“Are you free again tonight?”
“Oh, Reggie, I don’t know, I-“ but Veronica was standing watching me and I changed tactic. “Yup, 9 suit again?”
“Sure thing, babe” Reggie said and walked off.
“Y/N?” I turned round to see Betty. “What was that about? Are you dating Reggie?”
Dear, sweet Betty. She would never take sides in this argument but though I’d known her longer that didn’t stop her from sitting with Veronica and Archie at lunch the day before.
“Oh yes, didn’t you know?” I said with a fake giggle. “I’m seeing him tonight.”


I should’ve known, really. Should’ve known that Veronica wouldn’t have let things stay as they were. I was sitting in the same booth as the day before, laughing at one of Reggie’s terrible jokes when the door to Pop’s opened and in walked the two people I wanted to see least.
Veronica’s heels echoed on the floor as she walked right towards us. “Y/N, Reggie” she said with an icy smile. “Funny seeing you here” Archie hovered in the background, awkwardly running his hands through his hair. My stomach churned at the sight of him.
“Veronica, Andrews” Reggie nodded. “Wanna join us?”
“Oh that’s okay. We wouldn’t want to disturb, would we babe?” she slipped her hand in Archie’s and he grinned involuntarily. The sight was enough to make me cry.
“You know,” she continued “it’s so nice you two have found each other and that Archiekins and I have found one another. Did you know Y/N had a huuuuge crush on Archie?” She smiled sweetly at Reggie and my heart dropped.
“Oh really?” Reggie said, arching an eyebrow and looking at me.
“Oh yeah, massive! In fact until really recently. Funny you got over it so fast, Y/N. But I guess Reggie has that effect on people”
“Ronnie, let’s just go” Archie said avoiding my gaze.
“Really, Archie? You can’t even talk to me?” I fumed. I didn’t know where the anger was coming from but it was making me insane in that moment. “After all of those years of friendship you just give up and hide behind Veronica? I understand this from her, but from you? I love you!”
Archie hung his head. “I think we’ll go grab a booth.” Veronica said with a triumphant smile. I watched her go my heart aching. I thought I’d found a true friend in her.
I tapped my straw against my glass furiously. Then I looked up to see Reggie staring at me.
“Is this all true? You’re in love with Archie?”
“I-I don’t know about in love… I-“
But Reggie cut across me. “And what, you were trying to use me to make him jealous? I think it’s pretty clear it isn’t working.”
“Reggie, I-“
“I don’t like being used, Y/N. I don’t see why you had to involve me in your stupid drama.” He stood up.
“Reggie don’t. It’s not like that-“
“Save it. I don’t want to hear your stupid excuses. You’re so fucking immature.”
And with that he walked away from me.
I was left alone in the booth. Alone to watch Reggie’s retreating figure through the window.

A/N: Hey guys, thanks so much for reading. I realise this is ridiculously long but I like lots of build up as I’m sure you can tell. Let me know if you enjoyed this and feel free to request anything you’d like. xoxo

So I work at a humane society (where people can adopt cats and dogs) and, luckily, I only interact with our animals and not with clients.

A while back, we had a client come in before we had officially opened, and he wandered back into our back hallway which is a staff and volunteers-only area.

I ran into him after following him into a dog room. I had thought that he was a new volunteer because we had a group of new volunteers getting trained on dog walking that day. He asked if I worked at the humane society, and proceeded to tell me that he was offended with how he had been treated. He had apparently asked someone about a dog he saw out on a walk, and was told, “we have a lot of work to do,” and said person just walked away from him. I wasn’t sure if it was one of my coworkers or the volunteer mentor thinking that he was supposed to be a part of the group she was training.

I apologized and said that I might be able to help (keep in mind that we weren’t open and working with clients is not my job). He said, “I just want to leave. I have never been talked to with such disrespect in my entire life. I am never coming back here to adopt any animal.”

Okay…? You came in before we were open, walked around a staff-only area (that are all labeled), and, I think, someone talked to you like you were a volunteer who was supposed to be doing something. Yeah, we’re just disrespectful.

You Left Me- Calum Hood

Originally posted by digmedownmendes

“Oh, you left me with a broken heart, And now I see what I should’ve from the startOh, you left me with nothing but a kiss, And now I’m leaving you with these lips” -You Left Me, The Maine (I’m so obsessed with this song rn)

So this is a long one….just warning you. Part of the PR request, this one for Calum!! So hope you guys enjoy…Also this gif is so cute….

You have never really done PR relationships before. As a pretty well known model, of course you’ve been asked to before, but the most you’ve done was accompany some actor to an awards show. That was a PR date, you’ve never done anything like faking an entire relationship. How did that even work anyway? You weren’t sure. You didn’t even know who the guy was that you were supposed to “date”. All that you knew was that he was a famous artist who never really had his relationships in the public eye. His management wanted to change this, give something for the fans to talk about. Everything else was hush-hush, other than the fact both your management and his said you both would be a good match. Whatever that meant.

All of that was about to change however, because the contracts seem to finally come through, and you were now going to meet your new “boyfriend” for the next three weeks.

You walked into the conference room, where the final arrangements were going to be met.

“Miss Y/n! Nice to meet you. I’m Cal’s manager. Please have a seat he will be here shortly.” A man in a suit said, gesturing for you to take a seat.

You sat down while your managers talked, beginning to finalize everything while you waited on “Cal”. They were speaking legal jargon, so you didn’t really catch much of what was said. All you knew was that now everything was done contract wise. The only thing left to do was your part. Pictures, dates, events, etc for at least the next three weeks. Great. Now when was Cal going to get here. Was that his name, or short for something. What could it be short for anyway?

Just then a tanned, muscular figure, with short black curly hair walked in. Your eyes caught his deep brown ones. A thousand emotions played through those eyes. Shock, surprise, worry, pain, happiness, uncertainty, sadness…

“Calum?” You said standing up. “That’s what ‘Cal’ is short for?! You’ve got to be kidding me! No! I…I can’t do this…” You stormed out of the room.

Calum rushed out after you, catching your arm in the hall.

“Y/n? You’re the model? What? How?”

“What never thought I could be a model?”

“Don’t say that…you know I have never thought that”

“Well I don’t know Calum, I truly don’t  know how you ever thought of me. It’s not like you ever cared. It has been what? Like 3 years?”

“Hey, you left me!”

“And why was that Calum!? You got caught up in the fame. You changed, became someone I didn’t even recognize! Someone who only cared about partying. And what was it you told me the night I left? You didn’t need me. You never needed me.”

He shook his head. “Y/n I-”

“We didn’t know you two had met previously” Calum’s manager said.

“Look, despite the obvious tension here, Y/n, Calum, you guys did sign a contract. I’m sorry we weren’t aware of any previous history, but you guys will just have to get over it for the next few weeks. Agreed?”

You gave a bitter laugh, and Calum clenched his jaw.

“Fine” You both muttered.

“Alrighty then. Well we have your first date planned for next week, we’ll send you both the details”

And with that they were gone, and you both were left alone.


“Don’t even. This will be all over soon, and we’ll be out of each others lives for good. Ok?” You said, walking out towards the elevator so you could get far away from that hotel. From him.


Sure enough a few days later you received a text message.

Mario’s Pizza. 7pm. Tomorrow night.

Well that was short and to the point. Oh well, guess you really didn’t need to know much more. You decided to go shopping, you needed a new dress for tomorrow nights “date”. Ugh. You weren’t looking forward to this, but there was no way in hell you wouldn’t look your best. Show that asshole all he gave up on.

The next night you arrived 5 minutes late, since Calum used to always show up about 10 minutes late. No use in sitting at the table by yourself longer than you had to. When the hostess led you to your table, you were surprised to find Calum already there. Not only there, but with a bouquet of roses too. Once he saw you, he stood up, and went to pull out your seat. Once you sat down, he held out the flowers to you. You eyed them warily.

“Who are you and what have you done with Calum?”

“I thought you’d like them…” He said looking down, but still had his hand out, waiting for you to take the roses.

“If you’re trying to kiss and makeup it’s not gonna work Cal” You said, trying to ignore him. He continued standing there though. You sighed and took the flowers. “Thanks”

“Of course” He said sitting back down.

“You’re early”

“Well I couldn’t be late now could I?”

“Never seemed that way before”

You were interrupted when the waiter came to your table, and took your orders. You both quickly ordered, and didn’t speak much until your food arrived.

You had just started eating when Calum cleared his throat.

“Hey smile would you?” He asked you.

You looked up and saw his phone out, camera pointing straight towards you.

“Instagram?” You asked instantly smiling, knowing your manager would kill you if you didn’t.

“Snapchat actually”

You frowned. “Please tell me you did not put a filter on my face”

He just smiled and shrugged.

“Calum I swear-”

“You’ll have to check yourself”

You sighed and pulled out your phone. You checked his snapchat and sure enough there was a picture of you, with the dog filter. And the caption puppy love. Could be worse.

“Wow…actually a good picture…”

He chuckled.

“What?” you asked, as he continued laughing.

“You follow me on snapchat?”

“What? Of course. I added you a few days ago, we’re supposed to be dating right? I added you on most platforms. You didn’t notice?” This was half true. The snap account you were using was more like a fake one, where you could follow people without them knowing who you were. Like Calum for instance, who you kept tabs on. But on all your public accounts, you added him recently.

“Oh.” He said, not fully believing what you said. He always could sense when you were lying. Some things never change.

“Your turn” You said, quickly switching accounts to your public and holding up your phone.  Unlike him, you weren’t feeling as kind. You quickly searched through the filter until you found the perfect one.

“Done?” He asked as you set your phone down.

“Let me see”

“No. Guess you’ll just have to look yourself”

He rolled his eyes but checked his phone anyway. He laughed and shook his head as he saw some alien filter on him, with the caption 'this date is out of this world’.

“Cheesy as ever”

“You follow me on snap?” You teased.

“Of course. Always have followed you on everything Y/n. I’m surprised you didn’t notice” He raised his hand for the check. While his head was turned you took another picture for insta, side-shots of Calum always looked good. You simply put a heart then posted it. You thought he deserved one good picture. You tagged him, and you heard his phone go off. He picked his phone and looked confused as he saw the picture, then he smiled.

“Ready to go?”

You simply nodded.

He insisted on walking you home, despite yourself you agreed.  Thank goodness you weren’t far.

You reached your building when he grabbed your hand.

“What?” You asked.

“Y/n I have to tell you-”

“Calum I don’t wanna hear it. This night was good so just leave it at that!”

“No I can’t. I have to tell you.”


“Y/n I’m sorry. I never meant anything I said that night, I was drunk and stupid and I….I never expected you to leave me like that. That’s not an excuse I know. I felt terrible after that. It broke my heart to see you go, because I needed you Y/n…I needed you so much. I realized that right away. I was so stupid…”

“You didn’t even call or anything Calum. How sorry could you have been? I’m still convinced you never even loved me. That what we had meant nothing and-”

“You deserved better. Far better than me. I’d hope you’d find it. But here we are, you still get caught up with me…”

You turned your head, feeling the tears coming down your face. He moved closer, putting his hand on the side of your face, turning your head so you looked at him.

“And Y/n….I did love you, in fact I still love you. There’s no one else like you Y/n…no other girl could compare. I fucked up once before and I can’t let anything like that happen again”

“What are you trying to say Cal?”

“I don’t want to have a pretend anything. Can we make this real? Can you give me one last chance? Please Y/n, I promise I’m not the same guy you walked out on that night, and I never will be. Just one chance…that’s all I ask…”

You looked up into his chocolate brown eyes, so full of love and fear of rejection.

“I better not regret this…” You said, bringing his lips to yours.


That was fun haha. Hope you guys liked it!! Post every Monday, and requests always open! Thanks for reading- Lydia

"I like you a lot"

I’m honestly loving all these 13 reasons why requests.
Alex x reader

13 reasons why

Requested by a lovely anon


The tapes had ruined Alex in more ways that he could say. It was always there, he just learned how to survive with it. He felt guilty…but after hearing all that, how could he not?

“Alex,” a familiar voice almost got to him. “Alex…Alex.”

By the third time Alex snapped out of this. “Yes y/n.”

“You okay, you zoned out again,” y/n asked?

Alex shook his head, “I’m fine.” Y/n rose an eyebrow to comment but Alex stopped her. “I promise, y/n.” Y/n still wasn’t convinced but he quieted her with a puppy dog eyes look.

“That’s not fair,” y/n muttered.

Alex gave her a teasing look, “what’s not fair?”

“You and those puppy dog eyes. How am I supposed to argue with that?” y/n said before realizing. After she said that she felt her face grow warm.

Alex chuckled with a slight blush and spoke with a teasing look. “So you like me?”

“Shut up!” Y/n exclaimed with an annoyed expression.

Alex laughed once again, “sure…”

Y/n rolled her eyes but was secretly glad at the topic had changed. “What’d you get on your math test?” Once again he had zoned out. “Again…?”

Their was a different reason now. He was focusing on y/n. The way her hair fell, the way her eyes looked, the way her smile made him feel.

“Alex!” Y/n said starting to get annoyed. “Honestly…"then realization hit. "Is it about the,” her voice dropped, “tapes.”

Alex sighed, “first time it was but now it’s something else.”

“What is it this time,” she asked expecting a dumb answer?

“Don’t give me attitude. It’s your fault I got distracted.”


Alex didn’t want to answer just sat quietly and took her hand.

“You’ve stayed with me through everything and I don’t know why.”

“Because you’re one of my favorite people and my best friend.”

“But I–”

“No. We aren’t going that way,” y/n insisted.

“Y/n I like you.”

“I like you too.”

“No, I mean like, like you more than a friend.” Alex spoke quietly.

Y/n stayed silent for awhile. “Took you long enough to say it.”

“Really? That’s your response,” he asked?

Y/n laughed, “If it helps I like you back.”

Alex leaned in and kissed y/n. The kiss was deep, but innocent. “It actually helps a lot,” Alex mumbled as he pulled away.


Jackson Wang (Got7) x Reader

Word Count: 1,466

Genre: Fluff

The other day as Jackson and you laid in bed late at night you asked him if he was interested in getting a dog. Jackson said that he would love to have a dog, but both of you are gone so much that it would not be fair the dog. Of course his thoughts were as pure and wholesome as they come, but you still really wanted a dog. Yes, you were gone hours on end during the day time, but it got lonely when Jackson was away and you were in your home all by yourself. You needed a companion. Especially if you were going to take some time off soon. But, Jackson does not know about that tidbit yet. 

“Oh my goodness. You are absolutely adorable. Jackson is not going to be able to resist you when he lays his eyes on you,” you cooed at the tiny puppy in your arms.

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Bella Swan/Edythe Cullen

Femslash, AU

AO3  |   FFN

Vampires, they say, are the only creatures that, when they look into a mirror, do not see their own reflection.

When I was a kid, I was fascinated by mirrors. Not in a vain way—I used to think my reflection was another person. Not me but—someone else. Another little girl, trapped in the mirror.

It must be terrible, I thought, to be the mirror-girl, to exist only as the reflection of someone else.

I always figured that must be why she looked so sad.

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Paul and Martha appreciation post, why? I love both :) Paul found Martha at a breeder in High Weycombe named Ann Davis. She became Paul’s first pet and was a lovable klutzy and cuddly ball of fur.

“Martha was my first ever pet I never had a dog or a cat at home. My parents both went out to work, which was why we couldn’t have any. even when one terrible day they were giving away puppies! Just a hundred yards away from where we lived We came screaming home, my brother and I, ‘They’re giving 'em away! We can get one if you tell us now, we can go and get one, we’ve chosen the one we want!’ They said 'You can’t have one son Me and your mum go out to work and it wouldn’t be fair on a dog’ 'We’ll look after it, we’ll do it’ 'You’re at school’ 'We’ll come back at lunchtime. Surely?’ 'No!No!No!’ Crying, crying, crying, We just couldn’t understand because they were free! We could understand not buying one because weren’t that well off, but passing up a freebie puppy! He was quite firm about stuff like that and I suppose he was right.”

“She was a dear pet of mine. I remember John being so amazed to see me so loving to an animal.He said 'I’ve never seen you like that before’ I’ve since thought, you know he wouldn’t have. It’s only when you’re cuddling around with a dog that you’re in that mode, and she was a very cuddly dog.”
Paul, Many Years From Now

mischief-and-maryment  asked:

Babe i honestly feel them Credence Feels™. Would you mind doing numbers 9 and 51 from your prompt list? Thanks so much :)

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“Can we get some of these?” Credence asked, standing in front of a wall of jars filled to the brim with a plethora of differenced and vibrantly coloured sweets.

“We’ve got so many at home though!” You told him with a chuckle, resuming your hunt for groceries.

When you looked back up at him, he was already looking at you with sad eyes and an over exaggerated pout as he made his way over to you.

“No,” You groaned teasingly as he wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your shoulder.

“Please?” He muttered against your skin before pulling away, the pout making its way back to his lips.

“Don’t give me that puppy dog face,” You said as you cupped his cheeks, his pout turning into a smile as you spoke. “How am I supposed to say no to that?”

“So is that a yes?” Credence asked.

You laughed and shook your head for a moment before saying, “Sure.”


This is like way after FBAWTFT cause Credence is actually happy and more confident :,) requested - @mischief-and-maryment

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Random Dialogue Prompts

I had some free time in class so, of course, I spent my time writing these. Feel free to use or send in requests!

  1. “Whoa, take it easy there.”
  2. “You really think you can handle this?”
  3. “Wow, you look, uh…interesting.”
  4. “Oh, come on, you’ll be fine.”
  5. “You know I didn’t mean it like that.”
  6. “Why would you go to all this trouble?”
  7. “You’re incredibly persistent, I’ll give you that.”
  8. “You don’t deserve this.”
  9. “Close your eyes.”
  10. “What are you doing under there?”
  11. “You need to stop before someone gets hurt.”
  12. “Where the fuck am I?”
  13. “You look like you could use some help.”
  14. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
  15. “Hey, quit laughing!”
  16. “Nope, no way, not a chance.”
  17. “I’m fine, just tired.”
  18. “Why did I even try?”
  19. “You don’t scare me.”
  20. “Hey there, sleepyhead.”
  21. “I’d rather jump out a window, thanks.”
  22. “You’re such a dork.”
  23. “I can’t believe you!”
  24. “Oh my god, your hands are freezing.”
  25. “What did you expect?”
  26. “Any chance I could get you to stop staring at me?”
  27. “Can I pet your dog?”
  28. “Holy shit.”
  29. “Dude, it’s like three in the morning.”
  30. “Hey, slow down!”
  31. “Are you feeling alright?”
  32. “It’s not my fault!”
  33. “Dance with me.”
  34. “Listen, I’m running on two hours of sleep here.”
  35. “I can’t feel my toes.”
  36. “You look absolutely stunning.”
  37. “You sure you’re okay?”
  38. “How are you so perfect?”
  39. “I’ve never seen snow before.”
  40. “I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.”
  41. “Are you— are you afraid of thunder?”
  42. “How did I get so lucky?”
  43. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”
  44. “Would a hug help?”
  45. “You’re safe, I promise.”
  46. “Goddamn, that’s strong.”
  47. “Babe, you’re shaking.”
  48. “Okay, I know this looks bad…”
  49. “Listen, don’t freak out, but there’s something moving on your arm.”
  50. “I don’t want to go.”