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I dare you to tell another story from the apartment


Today, we’re going to talk about the time Paul’s desire for superior firepower turned into a mini arms race that ended with me setting Eric on fire with a homemade flamethrower.

No, Matt Boomer, you sexy motherfucker, I am not kidding you. Let’s begin with some details.

So when I was at the University of Iowa, several people, including myself, bought Nerf guns for impromptu battles in the hallways when we had free time. Mostly this was all good, clean fun, except for two of the guys down the hall, my roommate, and I.

We all thought, rightfully so, that factory built Nerf guns are bullshit. They’re weak, darts are too fucking light, the barrels cause too much friction, which makes them inaccurate and slow, and you have to re-cock them after each shot. That’s some fucking bullshit right there. So we fixed it.

We bought new, higher tensile springs. We bought PVC pipe and lubricant. We put BBs in the tips of our darts, and my roommate and even put in a second spring to automatically cock the gun, essentially turning them from bolt action pieces of shit into semi-automatic friendship-ruiners.

So when I moved back to Chicago, and into the apartment, I obviously brought my Nerf guns (my roommate gave me his when we moved out), and I obviously attacked my roommates the first opportunity I had. OBVIOUSLY this led to everyone buying Nerf guns and modifying the shit out of them.

However, some of us were terrible shots, so certain measures had to be taken to make it possible for them to keep up. Brad practiced in his room every day, Josh built an extended clip for his gun, and Kyle bought the fucking Vulcan and built a 600 dart belt for it because he decided aiming is for people who can’t fire 6 darts a second (he modded it for doubled firing speed using a small car battery and replaced mechanics).

And then there was Paul.

Paul was fucking terrible. Like almost so bad it couldn’t be for real. He once tried to ambush me coming around a corner from 2 feet away and missed by a good 6-7 inches. He literally could have slapped me and he missed. Whatever moving on.

So Paul decides to solve his aim problems in the most Paul way possible: online shopping. He bought 500 foam pellets for a marshmallow gun, two dozen foam discs, and a motherfucking t-shirt cannon.

You see, Paul, much like Kyle, decided aiming was for lames. So he would pour foam pellets into the cannon until it was half full, slip in a disc to keep them from falling out, then shotgun people in the face. I was his first victim and boy let me tell you that shit is terrifying.

So Paul became the big dog in the house during Nerf battles, and the rest of us found ourselves unable to compete. So we all escalated in our own insane ways. Eric and I, the former champions, modified our guns to fire faster, Brad added an extended magazine to his gun, Kyle built a harness so that he could shoot his fucking stupid fucking bullet-storm piece of shit while moving. Josh booby-trapped various parts of our apartment. Suddenly, we were all better than Paul again, so he decided to step his game up.

He started making paper cartridges that would explode open once fired. Suddenly, he could actually fire multiple times a minute, which meant once again, he was at the top. It didn’t help that our reluctance to shoot back out of fear of getting shot was allowing him to take his time, therefore drastically improving his aim.

So we stepped up again. I smooth out the cocking mechanism on my guns, improving my firing speed even faster. Eric adds more weight to his darts, making them heavier and faster and much more painful. Kyle buys a bigger battery, newer parts, and he perfects his belts, which increases his firing speed to 12 darts a second.

So Paul steps up to take advantage of his improved aim and buys something called a Pucker Chucker which basically is a t-shirt cannon except it shoots foam pucks. This means we can’t just shoot at him from the other side of the apartment anymore, so we all step up again. I modify the rail on top to make aiming easier, Eric modifies his grip to make it more comfortable, Kyle and brad modify their barrels to make them more accurate, and Josh jumps on board the crazy train and builds a goddamn under barrel cherry bomb launcher.

And this is where shit starts to spiral out of control.

Brad starts making smoke grenades, Kyle solves his weakness against close quarters combat by using his battery to create a cattle prod to keep people back. Eric breaks the head off an old golf club to use the shaft as a weapon, I put pins in the tips of all of my darts, and Paul realizes that the Pucker Chucker can also shoot real hockey pucks after he steals my bucket of pucks from my room.

So it escalated a couple more steps but I’m going to leave them out partially out of a desire to keep moving forward and partially out of shame anywhoozle when we pull out our final contraptions and modifications that day we shifted from light-hearted fun that was a bit too far to literally combat. Josh had a sword. I don’t know where he got it from.

That battle was terrifying. Our normal fights were like an hour, two hours tops, then we would clean up, get together in the living room with some beers, and laugh about what happened. Honestly we should have known this was going to happen because when we did this after our previous fight, the laughter was less “haha remember when I shot Josh in the butthole? Classic.” and more “haha remember when I missed your face with that puck? Next time I won’t miss.

So we somehow get into a battle again and this time things go south quickly which is bound to happen when you have a dude in a speedo swinging a sword around while rolling fireworks down the hall. It was literally chaos. There were fireworks and homemade smoke grenades and Kyle made the electrical current in his cattle prod too strong and it was too close to the muzzle of his Vulcan so every few seconds you would just see a flaming dart wiz past and I built a fucking flamethrower and I don’t know what the fuck is going on so I’m just firing it in the general direction of Josh to keep him the fuck away. At some point Brad barricades himself in his room, and so we all run back to our rooms and hide.

We do this for three days. THREE DAYS. I missed classes. We all had junk food in our rooms, and private bathrooms, so that’s what we sustained ourselves on for three fucking days. I, however, try to eat healthy, so I ran out of food almost immediately. After not eating for a day and a half, with food literally less than 50 feet from where I was hiding, I decided that I was willing to risk a trip to the kitchen.

So here’s something important about our apartment: I was the only one who knew how to cook. I had tried to teach the others, but all that had accomplished was several kitchen fires. This meant when Eric also ran out of food, he knew the only way to get a meal was to make peace with me. So he had snuck down the hall to my door, intent on asking me for help.

I did not know he was there.

So when I opened the door and saw a crouching figure in the shadows nearby, I assumed, I think justifiably, that it was the guy who had been swinging a sword at all of us the last time I saw him. So I pulled the trigger on my homemade flamethrower, only to see Eric’s horrified face illuminated by the flames for a split second before they hit his torso.

Luckily, I was using a scavenged fuel source (computer screen cleaner), so the flames were weak, but still fire is fire and fire fucking hurts. So Eric is rolling on the floor with first degree burns on his stomach and chest, and I’m freaking out because Eric is my friend and I just set him on fire, so there is now a lot of screaming coming from the hall.

Now, to lighten the mood slightly, here’s a personality test. You hear the sounds of fire, followed shortly by screaming coming from the hall outside your room. What do you do?

Do you assume the crazy sword guy has finally snapped and is going to kill you all, so you climb out the window onto the fire escape? Congratulations, you’re Brad.

Do you hear the cries of pain and grab a first aid kit before sprinting into the hall to help? Hey! You’re Kyle!

Do you hear the flames so you sprint into the kitchen to grab the fire extinguisher? You are Paul.

Do you come out into the hall to see what’s going on but also bring your sword just in case you have to stab someone? You are Josh and also mentally unstable please put your sword away.

So Kyle comes out and he and I start administering first aid and luckily through a combination of the weakness of my fuel source, how quickly I stopped the flames, and the quickness of our treatments, Eric only gets some first degree burns on his torso. Paul puts out the last of the flames, Josh decides he doesn’t want to stab anyone today, and Brad decides that the lack of screaming is a good thing and he comes inside. I spend the next hour apologizing profusely while cooking everyone dinner, and we decide that hey we should probably have some rules for our Nerf fights to prevent this from ever happening again.

So we all eat, we establish rules about modifications and ammunition, and at the end of it all, we grab some beers, head into the living room, and tell Josh he needs to get rid of the sword seriously dude where did you get that from?

One of my friends and I have a quarterly cocktails-and-conversation (and window shopping) date at Nordstrom. (They make great cocktails!)

The other day we’re there and we’ve had our couple of cocktails and I’m busy chortling about a designer dress that NO LIE was the same cut/style as the $50 eShakti dress I was wearing ONLY THIS ONE COST ALMOST 2700 DOLLARS, and just as we’re about to leave, the eager store employee, who’s been circling around us like a bird of prey spotting a kill, runs over to us and says to me, “I just need to show you this coat! It would go perfectly with your dress!”

I, smiling in that pleasant oh man I only come for the cocktails I can’t afford anything else here way, follow him to the scary side of the store where they have all the crazy designer stuff, you know, in those little nooks?

And he pulls down this pink coat. A VALENTINO pink coat, and I’m internally oh honey but externally letting him slide the coat on me.

Like, okay. It was fine? (My friend knows sewing and was absolutely HORRIFIED that this coat had finished seams but was UNLINED.) I mean. It was a coat? The fabric was nice?

But I’m like, “Oh, too bad, it doesn’t fit quite right, but you’re right, it does match this dress! Thank you for showing it to me!” (Because you gotta be nice, right? This guy’s got a thankless job.)

We leave. And then realize we didn’t even look at the price tag. (An oversight, clearly.)

Me being me, I immediately start to Googling.

And guys.


I HAD A COAT THAT RETAILS FOR $11000 USD (YES YOU’RE READING THAT RIGHT) over my three-seasons-ago eShakti sundress that has seen better days???

And I think that’s beautiful.   


Well that would explain why Diamond City Radio is always on, even at 4AM in the morning…

Poor Travis. Someone get him a blanket. Or a beer. Or just a hug.

Inspired by this post

So this isn’t a single story so much as a list of ridiculous things customers have done

I work at a movie theatre as a box office cashier.

- when I ask customers if they’re using debit or credit, they just whole up their cards. Often they hold it so I only see the back side of it, and thus has no indication of what it is. And when I ask again for clarification, then just shove it closer to my face. Like that doesn’t help???

- we have a section of our theatre that serves alcohol (it’s kinda like a mini restaurant) and so it’s 19+ (the legal drinking age where I live) to get it. I’ve had multiple people argue with me about bringing their children into it, insisting that they obviously wouldn’t be buying alcohol for their child. I’ve had customers buy tickets for this area, the movie titles for these showings & the area clearly state it’s 19+, and then get upset when their underage child couldn’t get in. One customer argued with me about why we would make it 19+ if the movie itself was only 14+….

- on that note, had multiple customers get angry at the fact that we only showed movies in specific formats at certain times, and that we didn’t have a film playing in all formats at the same time. E.g. Customers getting upset that a certain movie is playing in the 3D and the next bon 3D showing wasn’t until like 2 hours later. I’ve even had a customer ask to speak to a manager because the movie she wanted to see wasn’t playing in standard at that specific time.

-> with regard to the above, especially annoying when it’s customers who look up the showtimes beforehand. And then it’s either they didn’t pay attention to the format listed, or they looked it up through a site or app not belonging to our company & thus it doesn’t need list the movie formats, and then they get upset at us because some other random company didn’t give accurate information.

- had one customer argue with me about prices. They came in and asked if afternoon prices were cheaper. I said no our movies are the same price all day and always have been. She told me someone at another theatre told her they r cheaper in the afternoon. I asked if it was the same company as ours, she said yes, and when I told well maybe they do something different at that location but ours has always been same price all day, she insisted i was wrong. Cause ya know, it’s not like I sell tickets all the time or anything.

- customers get upset that I’m the only one working that shift… cause yeah, I can totally do something about that. Do you really think I want to be working alone???

- customers who are picking up online orders and who don’t even say a word to me, they literally just shove their phones in my face to show me the code. Like seriously, not even a hello or anything.

- customers who stand directly behind or beside other customers. Like no… the line is a couple feet away from the counter. You wait until you’re called up. I feel so bad for the customer I’m serving that they have to deal with someone breaking down their neck

Rubber Ducky

Note: Finally got something down, whaaat? I’m pretty happy with this one tbh. I hope you enjoy. Sorry for the lack of posts lately

Request: Daveed is going to be on sesame street. and he sang a rubber ducky song. now i need a fic about him and reader in the bathtub (stupid tumblr didn’t let me put the link for it)

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x reader

Wordcount: 2080

Warnings: SMUT

Originally posted by playbill

You were hard at work when the video of Daveed’s appearance on Sesame Street, the ‘Rubber Ducky’ video was released for the first time. You kept refreshing your page, waiting for the video to show up and once it did, you grinned. You had honestly never thought that someone could ever be able to make rapping in a giant, red bow tie look attractive. But, Daveed certainly managed to do so. Your day went by slowly, as you really looked forward to getting home and handing him the small present that you had spent your lunch break buying him. – A rubber ducky, obviously. You had not even bothered wrapping it, as it was mostly for fun. So, when your shift finished you remembered to grab the yellow rubber duck from your desk and made your way home in the horrible downtown LA traffic.
Once you made it to you and your boyfriend’s shared apartment, you locked yourself in. You were honestly quite relieved to finally be home. You were stuck in traffic for a really long time and when you finally got back to you and Daveed’s shared apartment you felt exhausted. You had contemplated whether you should start taking public transport before, but now you were definitely considering it even more.
“D, I’m home!” You said from the entrance while pushing off your shoes.
Daveed soon appeared in the doorway, looking slightly tired. “Hey, babe. Guessing bad traffic?” He questioned, placing a gentle peck on your forehead.
You nodded with a sigh. “Yeah.” You breathed. “I got you this, though.” You added with a quick grin and handed him the rubber duck you had spent your lunch break finding earlier.
At first, he looked confused but then broke into laughter. “Cute.” He said, poking your nose.
You crinkled your nose at that, shaking your head. “Ass. I wasted my lunch break buying you that.” You huffed with a pout. There was no real fire behind your words, though. It was nothing special, you just wanted to poke a bit of fun at him.
“So, are you gonna test this out with me, babe?” He asked, arching an eyebrow at you as he held up the small, yellow rubber duck.
You were unable to help the grin that spread across your lips. “Sure.” You chuckled. You really had not expected him to ask you that. Or maybe you had, just a little. You had at least hoped that it would be the case.
So, when he held his hand out for you, you gently took it and followed your boyfriend to the bathroom. You had no idea that this was exactly what you needed after a stressful day at work and a very annoying drive home in the LA traffic.
Both of you quickly undressed and while Daveed filled the small tub with warm water and let the rubber duck fall into it, you found towels for the two of you. The tub was basically tiny and with someone as tall and built as your boyfriend, it was almost impossible to fit both of you in there. Almost. So, when Daveed had sat down, you followed suit and sat in his lap, leaning back against his chest. You already felt a lot more relaxed and so much more at home. When his fingers started running over your shoulders, gently massaging your slightly tense muscles you felt yourself relax into his touch.
When you felt yourself starting to drift off a little, you buried your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent and feeling his pulse against the tip of your nose. He placed a gentle kiss against the top of your head and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Tough day?” He asked.
You simply shrugged. It had not seemed like it at the time, but perhaps it was? You sighed. “I don’t know. Maybe?” You mumbled, placing a gentle kiss against his neck.
“That isn’t really an answer, babe.” He stated, but you could definitely hear the smile in his voice.
You felt like you had nothing else to add, so you simply pressed a few small kisses against his jawline. “How was your day, then?” You finally asked.
“Fine. Busy as always. The rubber ducky song was released, but you already know.” He said. While he answered, you had sat back up and turned towards him, looking at him with a small smile.
“I definitely do.” You grinned. You still did not get how someone managed to look hot rapping about a rubber ducky in a red, giant bow tie. But, Daveed definitely did. “And I must say, while you looked pretty good in that giant, red bow tie. I think the rubber duck was a much better choice.” You teased.
He simply snorted at that and shook his head shortly. “You’re impossible.” He sighs. He did not seem to mean it, however, if his smile is anything to go by.
Instead of answering, you simply leaned in to kiss him, though. You had quite honestly been wanting to do that all day, so it was quite a relief to finally be able to kiss your boyfriend.
When he felt your lips on his own, he wasted no time but simply kissed you back, smiling lightly against your lips. It was soft, gentle and filled with love.
When both of you ran out of air and had to pull back, Daveed’s lips gently ghosted over your neck which made goosebumps appear on your skin. “I’ve missed you.” He said.
You shook your head slightly in response. “You just saw me this morning, D.” You breathed, closing your eyes as his lips kept ghosting over your neck, jaw, and collarbones.
“Well, still. That’s far too long.” He chuckled. “I mean, I love you, so I’d like to spend as much time with you as possible.” He added in between placing light pecks all over your face.
Your cheeks flushed a light pink-ish color at his words and the small pecks he placed all over your face. It was adorable. “I love you too, Diggs.” You breathed softly as you placed a short kiss on his lips.
It was nice, getting to relax like this, taking a bath with your boyfriend. Not stressing out about anything. You rested against his chest lightly, arms wrapped around his neck, fingers dancing over his skin lightly. You felt relaxed in a way that you had not been in a long while.

You were probably about to doze off with your head resting against his shoulder, so when you heard his small “Y/N?” You jumped slightly. He chuckled and you shook your head a little.
“Yes?” You asked, sitting back up to look at him.
He looked at you for a long while, gently resting his thumb under your chin. “You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen.” He beamed, which caused your cheeks to flush yet again.
You lowered your gaze, letting a small giggle out. “I’m not, Diggs.” You breathed. It was no secret, that you did not feel a 100% good about your body and your boyfriend definitely knew that and he kept showering you in compliments, hoping that you would one day see what he did.
“Yes, you are. You can’t put words in my mouth, babe.” Daveed declared. He knew that you did not agree with him, that you did not see yourself the way he did, so instead of letting you answer, he kissed you. It was a lot more intense and demanding the previous one and his lips and his touch almost felt electric on your skin.
You simply kissed him back, letting yourself move closer to your boyfriend, your lips colliding perfectly with each other.
You were very aware of the way his fingers ran over your skin as if trying to touch every inch of your body and they left trails of heat behind, making you skin feel as if it was on fire. Your breath hitched in your throat slightly, as his fingers ghosted over the sides of your neck. However, they disappeared as fast as you had felt his fingertips against your neck and was replaced by a pair of warm lips, which placed a burning trail of kisses down your neck. When he nibbled at your skin and let his tongue ran over the area softly, a small, choked “Daveed.” Left your lips.
“Yes?” He questioned, arching an eyebrow lightly with a way too teasing smile on his lips.
“Shut up.” You managed as his lips ghosted over your collarbone. His lips felt amazing against your skin and you were pretty aware of how turned on you were getting.
“Make me.” He whispered beside your ear, pulling back to look at you with a shit eating grin.
And that, you did. Your lips crashed into Daveed’s, shutting him up effectively. The two of you melted into the kiss immediately, lips moving in perfect sync.
His hands were all over your body again, your hips, thighs, ass, everywhere and it was way too overwhelming. Everywhere he touched you, felt like it was on fire and you were pretty sure that you could not take any more.
He broke away way too soon, looking at you with slightly blown pupils. “Fuck you’re so perfect.” He breathed, his voice sounding somewhat raspy. His fingers ran through your hair, tugging at it gently to expose your neck. His mouth was on your neck in a matter of sitting, placing a trail of bruising kisses. “Fucking perfect.” He added in between kisses.
Had you died and gone to heaven? Maybe. You were very aware of the fact that you would need to find a way to hide the small bruises that would eventually form on your neck, but you found yourself not caring at all. You moaned out an open-mouthed “D..” Once his tongue flicked over your neck. Had you died and gone to heaven? Definitely.
This time, no teasing followed your moan and his lips instead moved further down your body, soon reaching your collar bones. “Tell me if you want me to stop.” He remarked, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.
You pushed yourself further against him, simply shaking your head. “Don’t stop.” You managed, rolling your hips against his lightly, causing him to groan.
“Fuck, Y/N. Need you.” He pleaded. You definitely needed him too, if the wetness between your thighs was anything to go by.
You gently pushed him back against the back of the tub, trailing wet kisses down his neck and chest. He moaned as your teeth graced his skin lightly, followed by a light flick of your tongue, just like he had done to you. “Please, Y/N.” He pleaded again. You smirked lightly against his skin, sitting back up.
“Yes, D?” You questioned teasingly, just like he had done earlier. It simply caused him to roll his eyes at you.
“Please.” He tried.
You gently wrapped your arms around his neck, positioning his length at your entrance. His breath caught in his throat slightly when the tip of his length touched your wetness. You could not help the shit eating grin that spread across your lips as you let yourself sink down onto him, letting him fill you completely. A moan escaped both of your lips, as Daveed threw his head back in pleasure.
“Fuck.” He said as you started to roll your hips. His hands were on your waist in no time, helping you move. This took you to a high that you had no idea that you needed right now. He kissed you, lips crashing into yours harshly. You had no idea how much you craved this until he was finally inside of you.
“D…” You moaned, as you pulled back from the kiss, burying your face in the crook of his neck. A growl escaped his lips as your hips moved faster against him and you nibbled gently on the soft skin on his neck. You had no idea that sex in a bathtub could be this amazing, but it was.
Before you knew it, you came undone and so did Daveed. You fell forward, being caught by a firm chest and a pair of strong arms. Both of you needed to catch your breath and a moment to come down from your highs. But, when you did, Daveed’s lips placed a kiss against your jaw. “Bedroom?” He questioned and you nodded.

All or Nothing (Reader x James Potter)

Fandom: Harry Potter (Marauders era)

Pairing: Reader x James Potter

Warnings: ANGST but also cute ending yay

Request: may i request an angsty james potter imagine with a happy ending? the plot is totally up to you. if not that’s ok. thank you!! x

Anon you are so polite how could I say no :)

Word Count: 2.2k

When word got around that you were dating James Potter most people were happy it finally happened, very few were against it, or so you thought.

The most embarrassing moment of your life took place the following morning in the great hall while eating breakfast. You were surprised when you got mail as you hadn’t been expecting it, you were sat beside your boyfriend James and your other friends all around you.

When you saw the letter you failed to notice it was howler, you opened it and your mothers shrill voice, dripping with anger started saying the most awful things, you tuned out most of it but some of what you made out went along the lines of “MISS Y/N L/N, how dare you disgrace the family name by associating with a potter, I am appalled you would not consult me first” your mothers cold tone continued “You are to write to me at once explaining yourself and rid yourself of that worthless boy”. Your cheeks were burning red from embarrassment as James just stared at the letter closing it and putting it away for you, Sirius glared at every single person staring at your group until not one pair of eyes remained.

James tried his best to comfort you but you knew exactly what was about to happen, you would lose him, you didn’t even understand how your mother found out so soon, you hoped you would have some time to tell her yourself.

You grabbed the letter and crumpled it in your hands, tears streaming down your face as you tried to apologize to James

“I’m so sorry for my mother, I’m sorry for my whole family, I can’t believe she would do that.”

James just pulled your tear stained face against his chest, his calm heart beat instantly calming you as well.

“Y/N, I like you for you, not for your family, I don’t care what they think of me as long as you will be with me.”


That night after forgetting about the earlier events and joking around with the marauders all day you finally sat at your desk and started writing to your mother, pleading with her and saying how amazing James truly was, you sealed the letter and sent it to her using one of your roommates owl’s anxiously awaiting the response.

By the time you got to breakfast your mother had sent a new letter, thankfully this one was not a howler, you opened it up and started to read it, you couldn’t believe what you were reading and the tears came once again. James patiently waited for you to tell him what it said, but Peter was not so patient.

“what does it say Y/N?”

You looked up at them, wiped your tears from your face as James rubbed small circles into your back and said.

“I will leave out the cruel words and insults but basically she said that she doesn’t like the Potter family, although pure blood they are all Gryffindor’s and not a proper wizard family, you know the usual, she has ordered me not to continue seeing James or I won’t be welcomed back home and she will know if I do because she knows people in the castle.” You paused awaiting their reactions, peter ignored the first part and questioned.

“Who does she know in the castle?” Remus brushed his question aside and said.

“not important peter, what else does it say Y/N?”

You continued reading over the letter

“it gets worse if you can believe that, I will quote her exact words”

you found the part of the letter you were talking about and read.

“I Know breakups can be hard but I have made the arrangements with a proper wizarding family and set you up with one of their sons.”

The group was wide eyed as they listened to you talk

“As you know Mrs. Black and I are good friends, and we have agreed that it would be beneficial for the both of you if you dated Sirius instead, this is and order Y/N, please do not disgrace the family name further and take this wonderful opportunity I have laid out for you to redeem yourself.”

Sirius looked as though he had seen a ghost and James was speechless, the other two marauders were visibly uncomfortable with the whole situation until Sirius broke the tension.

“What are we gonna do” the word choice made James instantly mad.

“WE aren’t going to do anything, me and Y/N will handle this without you Padfoot.”

Sirius put his hands up in defense and he pointed to his un opened letter from his mother on the table

“Hey I didn’t ask for any of this , it is the first I’ve heard of it as well, I didn’t want to be brought into this.”

James was fuming with anger and you felt so conflicted until Remus carefully added himself to the argument

“I have an idea, if you want to hear it”

he paused and he took your small nod as a sign to carry on talking

“Well, this worked out well if you think about it we got lucky, she could have been set up with the Malfoy boy or even Regulus, we have the advantage of Sirius both being your best friend and obviously not wanting to date Y/N” everyone listened to Remus intently, you had a small smile on your face as you knew where Remus was going with this.

“All we have to do, I mean you have to do is make people think Y/N is with Sirius, I mean she is always with all of us anyways and you have the same room, you just have to cut out the PDA and make Sirius and Y/N hold hands and stuff like that so people believe it.”

Peter spoke up “If we knew who your mother knew in the castle it would make this a bit easier.”

You spent the rest of breakfast and the entire day making this plan and thinking of everyone in the castle your mother could know.

The next few weeks were filled with awkwardly holding Sirius’ hand between classes when you wanted to be holding James and sitting in between the two of them at meals, always leaning towards Sirius a bit more.

Acting like you were with Sirius was hard but your mother had sent you another letter thanking you which obviously meant she was buying the whole plan.

This went on for about two months until you started drifting away from James, the constant hiding and sneaking around was one thing but him having to watch you do everything he wanted to do with you happen between you and his best friend of all people was starting to get to him.

You were lying in James bed waiting for him to get back to his room as he walked in the door seeing you on the bed “Oh it’s you” he didn’t seem very happy to see you.

“James what’s wrong?”

He was obviously agitated his words laced with spite

“oh nothing I just expected to see you in Sirius’ bed”

You were taken aback by his words and hurt

“James don’t be like that, you know I love you, and I don’t love the circumstances we are in but it’s better than nothing.”

James was staying on the other side of the room moving things around as to not look at you

“is it really Y/N?” 

The words he spoke and the hate that filled the room made a tear fall from your eyes but you quickly wiped it away.

“Don’t say that James”

He quickly turned around and looked into your eyes before he spoke again.

“I want all of you, all of this or none of it and if you can’t give me that, if you can’t be with me all of the time then I don’t want to be with you.”

The tears were uncontrollable now, they steamed down your red cheeks as you used your sleeve to desperately wipe them away.

“James you don’t mean that please don’t say that.”

He just opened the door and stood there for a moment thinking before he decided.

“No Y/N I can’t do this anymore, I won’t do this anymore, I’m done, now please get out” you quickly rushed out of the room bumping into Sirius as you left, he stopped and looked down at you, concern written all over his face

“Y/N Hun what’s wrong”

you didn’t even answer him you just rushed to your room and stayed there for three days before you finally decided to go to class, you ignored the marauders as a whole and hated every time someone asked if you and Sirius had broken up, you wanted nothing more than to scream at them and admit that you were never dating in the first place.

Your mother wrote you a short and cold letter regarding what she must have heard, it simply stated

“Y/N don’t ruin a good thing, this arrangement between you and Sirius is not over, you don’t have my permission to end this relationship, me and Mrs. Black have already started talking about arranged marriage, don’t ruin this for us, and don’t eat too many sweets like you do when your sad it goes straight to your hips.”

You crumpled the letter and cried even more than before.

Not only were you dumped by your real boyfriend but you would have to continue to date your fake boyfriend and constantly be around James at the same time, you knew this would make getting over him so much harder.

The first couple days James didn’t even come around, it was just you Sirius and Remus, they tried to say James and Peter were doing an assignment but they knew you didn’t believe them.

You had to admit it was comforting having Sirius to hold you, even though it wasn’t real, you could almost pretend it was James, which you knew was so wrong and made everything so much worse.

Today you were sat in the great hall, Sirius had his arm draped over your shoulders as you leaned into his touch your hand resting on his thigh as Remus sat across you rambling on about your planned trip to Hogsmead this weekend.

That’s when you saw James walk into the great hall laughing about something with peter, it was like he forgot you would be there for a minute until your eyes locked, he stopped walking and Peters smile on his face faded as he looked between his two friend’s sad faces. James turned to walk out until peter stopped him by grabbing his arm. Peter said

“James, it’s obvious you both love each other, stop ignoring each other just go run up to her and kiss her in front of everyone, screw her mom and her family, she’s not happy living there any ways, Just do it Prongs!” That was all James needed to hear, he didn’t want to be selfish but hearing the words come from Peter put things into a better perspective, it was true you and Sirius both hated your families and there was plenty of room at the potter residence or the both of you stay in.

With the sudden boost of confidence, he walked at a fast pace towards you, you distanced yourself from Sirius once James first walked in because it reminded you that is wasn’t James sat beside you at all.

You stood up thinking James was coming to yell at you, James suddenly grabbed your face, placing his hands on your cheeks as he pulled your face towards his kissing you with so much desperation and need, it was rough but you missed his kiss so much you forgot you were standing in front of your entire school who frankly looked in shock.

You ran your fingers through his always messy hair your noses bumping as you pulled away pink faced with bright smiles on your faces. You didn’t feel the need to explain yourself to the students all staring at you rested your forehead against his. He finally spoke

“Y/N I’m so selfish, but I want you, I want all of you” you just bit your lip and replied. “I’m all yours Prongs.”


Once summer came around and you got off the train waving good bye to Remus and Peter you walked hand in hand with James, with Sirius on your other side. You were going to spend the summer with a real family which was a first for you and Sirius who had both been basically rejected by your families after the fake relationship stunt.

You were happy for summer break for the first time in a long time , James was ecstatic to have two of his favorite people stay with him and you could tell by the gleam in Sirius’ eyes he was excited too.


23 February 2017 

I got accepted to study in Rome this summer, so I’m now on a mission to learn Italian (which meant I had to buy a new molskine for my studying, obviously…) and I couldn’t be more excited! I’m using Duolingo currently, but I’d love any tips/tricks, advice, or other useful sites 💕 Also thank you for 1k guys!!!

Lovers In The Parking Lot ;

Originally posted by chyogi

Summary: Hyungwon & YN are young and making the most of it

Disclaimer: All the things that are mentioned in this are words of fiction aka it’s not real. I’ve literally just made this up and just like always, credits to @chyogi for the gif

Members: Hyungwon from Monsta X X Female Reader

Rating: PG

Words: 1226

Author Notes: Just a mentions to @shownx & @jinkimon for proof-reading it and spotting the silly mistakes I made.

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I had no idea how to converse with any of the people I was stood with. We’d all kind of awkwardly repeated our names to one another as we made our journey to the bar, but I still couldn’t remember most of them. It just didn’t process.
Curls was getting in the first round, like he had promised, and everyone was kind of looking around the group as we crowded against the bar like, what the fuck are we doing here? I didn’t think anyone wanted to continue the session, even if it was with drinks in our hands.

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My highschool offered college course and I took criminology. We obviously had to buy a textbook and even more obviously it was pricey. One girl already had a copy downloaded and sent everyone screen shots of what we needed to read.

I’ve been looking for this flavor forEVER and this morning on my run I stopped at harris teeter to refill my water and of course walked down the ice cream aisle on my way to the water fountain and I SAW THIS ! so obviously once I was not a hot mess I had to go buy it and now I’m snacking on it and damn.


hey guys, looks who’s here - plushie!Cas ❤️

moose!Sam: hey Cas! welcome to the family *squeeze*
Dean: *runs to Cas and gives him a hug*
plushie!Cas: hello, Dean *pats him on the head* thank you Sam
Sam: hey Dean, stop staring at his crotch
Dean: shut up bitch, I can’t help it if I’m short
Sam: 😅😅😅

Dean: this is awesome ❤️❤️❤️ better than pie
Cas: *heart eyes*

(lookie what I saw at the Hot Topic(al) at the mall today! they also had Dean and Sam plushies but only had cash to buy one for now so obviously I bought the Cas one first :D)


So I recently found out that my pastor’s kids have never read “Where the Sidewalk Ends” and as an adult who is still in love with Shel Silverstein, I obviously had to go out and buy it for them. It came in the mail today and I’m so excited to give it to them on Sunday!