oh my god it turned out good

anonymous asked:

Hello, a couple weeks ago I submitted a confession about having anxiety in ranked and my random losing streaks. I started playing ranked with a friend who cares less about KDA and more about getting objectives no matter what champion or role they're in. Whenever I start to freak out they show me what's going right or how we can turn it around. My anxiety is nearly nonexistent and I'm winning 2/3rds of my games because of their relaxed attitude even in ranked.

Oh my God. I’m so happy to hear that you found someone to help you and keep you level headed. I have a friend like this too and they’re the best. Hopefully you’ll be able to climb with them and not have too much anxiety. Remember that you’re going to lose sometimes and that’s okay! Good luck! -Mod Alllouin.


@therookieking412:  !!! How exciting! I hope everything turns out well for you


@bugzattack:  !!!!!!!!! Aaaaahhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!


JFDKLAS;JFDSA ;A; AAAA thank you guys O///O nothing’s happening yet, I think he just wants ideas for the future and I made him promise not to propose or anything until we’ve lived together for about a year or more so like

but still I’m so excited because it came out of nowhere and he really wants to know what I like and this is so nice and so good ;A;

The Culprit

Request: can you do an Archie Andrews imagine with “is that my shirt?” and “my clothes look good on you”? Thank you :)

A/N: ah!! My first request I’m so excited!!  I hope you all like it – I’m happy with how it turned out.  It’s so fluffy and sweet I cried.  This could take place at any time so whenever you want to see it fitting in could work.  Okay I’m also so confused because every time I post that it hides it from the hashtags?  Which is not good?  Anyways, thank you and feel free to request in my messages!

Word count: 715

Warnings: oh god its so fluffy thats literally enough though

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

The soft sound of a shower running filled your ears.  You were over at Archie’s house, as you often were, laying on your stomach on his bed, happily highlighting a short story for one of your literature courses.  Your legs kicked up and down lightly behind you to the beat of whatever song you were humming.  You were so tuned into your work you didn’t even hear the shower turn off and the whispering patter of footsteps from one end of the hall to the other.  

Archie stood in the doorway, smiling at the sight of you.  Noticing you hadn’t heard him come in, he decided to tease you, taking careful steps toward the bed before belly flopping on top of you.

“Archie!” You squealed, nearly choking on the highlighter cap between your teeth, all air having escaped your lungs at the sudden weight on your back.  Spitting the cap to the ground, you struggled under his body to glare at him.  He giggled, a deep rumble from his chest culminating in a soft sound that made you smile every time you heard it.  “Archie, get off of me!”  Between fits of laughter you attempted to roll onto your back from under him, making eye contact with your assailant and narrowing your gaze.

“Hey babe,” Archie smirked, a playful tone still flowering from his words.

You grinned back, a sparkle in your eyes that set off butterflies in Archie’s stomach every time. “Archie, honey, you’re crushing me.”

“More like crushing on you.” He waggled his eyebrows jokingly

“That’s cute.” You rolled your eyes now, pressing your hands on his shoulders in an attempt to move him.  “Now get off of me.”  He softly rolled beside you, leaning up against you as you rolled back onto your stomach.  Moaning happily, he nuzzled his nose behind your ear and kissed the underside of your jaw.  

Is that my shirt?“ He teased.  You subconsciously pulled the sleeves of the crewneck sweater over your hands as you blushed and nodded.  “My clothes look good on you.

“Thus, why I wear them.”  He pulled away from your ear, looking down to what you were working on.  However, after a moment, he was grinning cheekily again.

“You know there’s been a real dent in my closet since we started dating.  I’ve considered contacting Jughead and sending him on the case, but I think I’ve found the culprit.”  Playing around, you widened your eyes and turned to him.

“Please don’t press charges.”

“Oh, I don’t know…” He cocked his head to one side, unable to hide his smile as he continued. “I’ve been forced to wear the same shirts for weeks.  It’s a real struggle.  This is the inconvenience you’ve caused.”

“I swear, I’ll wear your jersey to school on game days.  Just don’t send me to jail.” He cupped his chin in thought before nodding.

“That seems fair. I don’t really think I could send you away anyways.  Don’t want to go a day without you.” You couldn’t bite your smile back anymore either, and shifted your gaze from him back to your work.

Archie’s smile held up as he stared at your profile, your lip caught behind your top teeth as you focused on the words in front of you.  As much as he’d love to say he was an independent man’s man, he couldn’t deny the fact that you had him tightly wound around your finger, and it was up to debate whether or not you knew it.  

“You’re staring.”

His eyes darted to the sides of hers as he regained focus.  “How could I not?”

You swatted your hand, “Oh stop.”

“Can’t help it.” He grinned cheekily, reaching his hand forward and catching your cheek in his palm.  You subconsciously leaned into it, beaming intently.  “I love you.”  You raised your eyebrows, your chin jutting forward slightly as if insuring he meant it.  Thumb rubbing velvet circles into your skin, he nodded softly.  “I love you.”

I love you.” Your teeth sparkled behind your cracked lips as a soft giggle tumbled from within.  You leaned forward and kissed him, pulling back to utter the words again, and kissing again.  You pulled away for a moment more, sucking in thick breaths.  Eyes flitted to the soft comforter of his bed, before meeting his with another wide smile.  “And your shirts.”

I’ve been wanting to share my opinion on this for so long, but I was waitong for a HQ image to come out. I’ll talk by groups, let’s get going!

●Takeru & Hikari:
•The hell are you guys even supposed to be? They have like skates on their feet?? And Takeru totally MADE Hikari wear that messy hat.
•At least their Digimon look cute and the headset is lovely, Hikari’s has Tailmon’s ear and Takeru’s has Patamon’s ear/wing whatever.
•Takeru is so gay in this one I mean to me he already is my gay son (sorry Takari shippers) but this just confirmed it to me.
•I love how Hikari’d wearing her typical colors and the whistle, well done 👏

●Koushiro & Jou:
•My second favorite group in here!!! They’re the nerds of the gang, I think being sort of DJs really fit them.
•Jou looks SO GOOD oh my God he turned out to be one handsome lad like you goo Joooooo!
•Koushiro’s wearing purple ans Jou’s wearing grey - which made me notice the fact that they’re all wearing their crest’s colors!!! So cute.
•Gomamon wins me over EVERYTIME.

●Sora, Mimi and PEGGY (Meiko):
•The three of them look ADORABLE.
•Mimi’s bow just fits her so well I love how her hair looks in here. I don’t like how stiff Sora’s hair looks ugh.
•Sora as the singer, tho!!!! Never saw that one coming, I’m living!!!! I guess Mimi and Meiko are the chorists?
•Piyomon’s wearing a tiny hat and that just melted my heart I can’t stop crying!!!
•Meiko isn’t blushing for once and I adore her beret!
•Again, I love how their shirts’ color match with their crests’. I’m guessing Meiko’s crest is sort of wine-ish?
•Meicoomon with those two lollipops is adorable I usually don’t like her but she looks cute in here.

●Taichi & Yamato:
•First things’ first, why the heck is Taichi the singer when in canon his voice’s awful 😂 really, Toei? Did you think we’d forget??
•They both look so handsome but specially Yamato like OH MY GOD ISHIDA, CAN YOU NOT.
•Agumon looks drunk, is he okay?
•Is Gabumon singing as well??? Can this get any weirder? 😂
•Yamato!!! And his bass!!! I can’t stop staring!!!!
•The fact that Taichi kept his goggles on even with the costume on?? I approve.
•Again, Taichi’s wearing slight orange and Yamato slight blue. Very nice detail!

I loved this whole idea, very fun to see :)

fleeting-ideals  asked:

Hahahaha so I went to an interview for a second job this morning (oh god why am I doing this again), and it turns out the manager/whoever is a regular at my primary job lmao. Small world and all that. Good news is I'm hired after I do a drug test 👍👍 Wish me luck that this goes better than the last time I worked two jobs!!

  • Sirius: are you awake?
  • Remus: mmh?
  • Sirius: is duck tape made out of ducks?
  • Remus: oh my GOd SIRIUS close your eyes and SLEEP. *turns to the other side of the bed, entirely wrapped in the duvet*
  • Sirius:
  • Remus: *moves some more and then reappears, eyes open, facing the ceiling*
  • Sirius:
  • Remus: it is a good question tho, what is duck tape made out from?

I’ve been exhausted lately as per use and my mom keeps thinking I need to go to the doctor but it’s literally just stress and not going to bed on time

Like I wish it was medical and had a solution but the solution is to be less stressed and get more sleep and stop procrastinating

We went in October for the same thing and that was turned out to be bc I wasn’t eating enough but since then I’ve been good about that and I’ve been totally healthy and oh my god the amount of times we have done lab tests bc of this and I’m literally always healthy

It’s just tiredness and no other symptoms so thanks depression and anxiety *high five*

summed up bom songs
  • hello!: you get jesus and you get jesus and you get jesus
  • two by two: getting paired with some annoying kid in middle school
  • hasa digi eebowai: lmao y'all are clueless
  • turn it off: the no homo jam that every musical has ft. not so repressed ginger
  • sal tlay ka siti: requiem from dear evan hansen
  • man up: please don't cry my sweet innocent baby oh wOAH THIS GUITAR RIFF
  • spooky mormon hell dream: sUch a good song oh my god do you have any idea i love it so much oh and homosexuals in hell
  • i believe: actually a little serious and when taken out of context is a pretty good song really it's quite nice and rlly the ending is so cute
  • baptize me: blue from heathers the musical
  • tomorrow is a latter day: the beginning tbh take my tears, i believe is reprised, group songs in high school rehearsal once everyone has memorized the song and the actually good singers are belting, aww the hello! reprise is cute too, hey did i mention that mckinley let's his feelings out (btw that means he's gay)

SOOOOO this is the worst thing i have ever written and i am so sorry for fucking up this request. I really hope the anon that requested this isn’t mad at how short it is and how off it is. 

(I promise i’m not a slacker. i just had a really long day at school and when i got home i wanted to finish but it didn’t turn out how i wanted)

Originally posted by psychocheery

I was sitting in Klaus’s room reading a book for school. I was only halfway done and it was due tomorrow. It was all about the romance of the youth or something like that. If i’m being completely honest it wasn’t bad. It was actually quite good. But i kept getting distracted. Klaus was pacing back and forth fixing his painting.

“Oh my god. Bring the paint a little closer will ya” i said after his 50th turn to get to the paint. He just smiled that adorable smile of his and pulled the table with paint closer to himself. “Thank you” i sighed. I went back to my book. The main character Penny had just met the love of her live Paul.  they had reconnected after years of being apart. But again i was interrupted.

“Love what do you think about this” Klaus asked me. He sounded like he was unsure of his artwork. I didn’t really understand why he sometime would need other’s opinion when he is amazing himself.

“It’s beautiful” i said. The picture was really calming actually which had me concerned. “What… why isn’t there any red” i asked. He chuckled remembering how i always make fun of his use of red. And his use of blood. And his use of chopped up human bones.

“Well… Dalia is gone, Hope is save and i have you.” he answered. “ i don’t feel the need to use red to express my anger” he said quietly like he was embarrassed. I got up and went to him to see his painting. The light blue almost teal color mixed with the white so beautifully. It almost seemed sad.

“What are you thinking” i asked him when he got really quiet.

“Just how lucky i am” he said. I scrunched up my nose at his cheesiness. “Yeah too much” he laughed when he noticed.

“Well i’ll go back to my book” i laughed. I went to turn around when he grabbed my arm and turned me to press a kiss to my lips. “Klaus come on i really have to finish this. It’s due tomorrow and i need to read like 150 pages.” i complained when he didn’t let me go. I pulled my arm with all the strength i had and finally got away. But it wasn’t long before he picked me up and threw me on the bed.

“Come on Y/N. Take a break” he said hovering over me with that stupid smirk on his lips.

“No” i said smirking back at him. 2 can play at this game. Klaus just leaned down and kissed me again. He kiss my lips roughly before moving to my jaw and neck leaving kisses og hickeys there.

“I have read that book i’ll tell you what it is about love. Just please. You kinda got me worked up here” he begged. I didn’t answer instead i kissed him again.

Demon! Michael

Words: 2.4k

Warning: Smut

Summary: You manage to die in a car crash and instead of going to the grim reaper you’re sent straight to hell to one of the devils finest Demons, Michael. Who in order to be given a chance to go to heaven you have to impress. 


“Fuck” I cursed looking at the car crash in front of me. The big red lorry had plummeted into the side of my little blue car and somehow I had made it out, or so I thought. I stumbled over to the wreck and inspected the vehicle, surprisingly I felt fine. But my car was completely ruined, the paint work scratched across the side of the lorry. The bumper completely hanging off and the front window smashed. I heard the screech of sirens ring through my ear as I turned around. ‘Oh good’ I thought walking over to the ambulance, which had rummaged against the side of the road. They went round the back of the ambulance and started putting equipment together.

“Thank god you’re here, this asshole drove into the front of my car” I slightly shouted, waving my hands up and facing them. They were talking to each other really fast, telling each other to grab different equipment and loading up the big green bag. “Hello” I said sarcastically, waving my hand in front of there faces. They kept ignoring me and ran over to my car with the stretcher, the wheels making a horrible squeaking sound. I sighed dramatically following them over to my car. They seemed to drag out a body from my car, removing it tactically. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, I don’t remember anyone else in my car? I went over to the stretcher and looked on it. Holy shit.

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Tom Holland Smut

The smut is hella effing good. Like hella effing good.

But it makes me wonder…

Does Tom read out smut?

Does Harrison look up our smut and show Tom?

Would Tom actually be as aggressive as we write him?

Aha I imagine him being sweet but actually pretty good at what he’s doing.

Maybe if he’s like REALLY turned on then yeah he would be aggressive.

I just don’t seem him being so aggressive aha.

But then again.. He is hella hot and could just be playing this innocent role and is waiting for the right moment to unleash his inner beast.

I sound so cliché right now oh my god 😂.

But seriously. I wouldn’t mind Tom being a little rough with me 😉.

*cough cough* Love bites

Just saying.

so, i noticed that my human bill turned a year old this month (ayy same birth-month!) so I thought it would be funny and interesting to compare him to the first real drawing I ever made of him (theres more but they are all sketches and TERRIBLE) and OH BOY CHECK THIS OUT the guy changed a lot! I love it tho, it’s a good change and he went through a lot of that but I’m super at peace with where he is right now. I really wanna draw my AU as a comic now.

i don’t know
another word
as bittersweet
as maybe;

(that light lingering inbetween—
that painfully uncertain hope)

maybe is everything
maybe is everything

(it’s a small sweet optimism—
a wish spoken into existence)

give me maybe
over yes or no;
give me what we could be
instead of what we are.

(better something to strive towards.
better somewhere to reach for.)


(brave and broken and beautiful
despite our maybe nots.)


(the beginning of something good.
the continuation of something better.)

we may be
every triumph yet to come;
we may be
every darkness left undone;
we may be
regardless of ourselves;
but still
we may be.

“It’s the human potential for change,” they explain. “It’s everything our futures could hold, whatever we can fill it with. It’s the promise of possibility, a reminder that the present is not a prison and every difference in our existence starts here: you and a million maybes.”

a million maybes || a. cho

hellapainyo  asked:

fuck okay your tags just make me feel even more turned on by whatever you post oh my god i literally owe my life to zen i worship him and your blog fulfills it thank you i love you

Oooh I’m glad to hear that ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I don’t always go all out with the tags but sometimes the content of the post is so inspiring I just NEED to point out the good stuff. And thank you!
Btw, I have nothing on @guacameowle when it comes to tagging. Take a look at that stuff, you won’t regret it ~

Stay (Drabble)

Characters: Sam x Reader

Words: 102

Warning: Arguing, angst

This is my entry for @cleverdame ‘s Valentine’s Day and Birthday Challenge! The challenge was to pick a gif, and then write 100 words to go with it. So, here are my 100 words. ;) 

BUT- good news! There will be a mini series based off of this drabble! And because I love you all, the first part will be out tomorrow! So, consider this a teaser ;) Enjoy!

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Derek- Time To Stop Doing That

Request-  Could you do 12 with Derek? Thanks

12.  “My friend bet me $50 that I couldn’t find someone at this New Year’s Eve party to kiss by midnight, and, oh god, there are ten seconds left and you’re right next to me.”

A/N- Here you go! #12 just in time for New Year’s Eve Eve.

“Y/n, I don’t think this is a good idea,” Isaac was telling you as you walked up Lydia’s driveway.
“Why?” you asked him, turning to him. “Because this is Lydia’s party, or because we sneaked out behind Derek’s back?”
“Both!” he hissed. “He’s gonna kill us when he finds out!”
If,” you corrected him. “If he finds out, which is unlikely, because he went out to see Deaton, and normally he’s gone for hours. So we’re safe, right?”
“No, not right!” Isaac cried. “Jesus, I can’t believe you’re only two years younger than him. How are you even an adult?”
“Isaac,” you stated with a frown. “Do you want to have fun, or not?”
“Not if it ends in Derek ripping our throats out,” he grumbled.
“He’s not going to do that, because he’s not going to find out,” you insisted. “Trust me, Scott invited us here to have fun, and that’s what we’re going to do. Derek never has to know.”
Isaac stared at you as you stood in the driveway, but eventually he sighed. “Fine, but if he kills us, I’m going to haunt you for eternity.”
“And I’ll haunt Derek,” you said with a smile. “That way he’ll never get rid of me.”
Isaac rolled his eyes. “Come on.”
You grinned at him and hurried up to the door. It took a minute or so for it to open after you rang the bell, but when it did, Lydia was standing there with raised eyebrows.
“Did I invite you?”
“Scott did,” you told her. “And about the whole trying to kill you thing…we’re really sorry.”
Lydia eyed you and Isaac in disdain, but then she sighed. “Whatever. It’s New Years. Come on in-as long as you promise not to sink your claws into any of my guests.”
“Even the ones that deserve it?” you asked with a smirk.
The corners of Lydia’s lips turned up. “On second thought, maybe I should keep you around.”
You grinned and stepped inside, tugging Isaac with you as you moved into the flowing crowd of people. You might have been Derek’s oldest beta, but even though he insisted that you needed to be a good influence on the others, you still needed to let loose sometimes too. Derek could be the broody legal guardian, but that was his thing, and right now, as the deep bass flooded through you, responsibility was the furthest thing from your mind.
Isaac eventually ditched you to go talk to Scott, but you were okay with that. You just kept dancing with the crowd, letting the rhythm of the music distract you from everything that had been happening in Beacon Hills. You took a break for a few seconds to go get a drink, and when you walked into the kitchen, you saw Lydia leaning against the counter.
“Hey,” you told her.
“Hey,” she said. “Attack anyone yet?”
You rolled your eyes. “Do you have anyone in mind?”
She smiled. “It’s a long list.”
“Well just let me know,” you told her as you grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler on the counter. “Great party by the way.”
She nodded. “I saw you dancing out there. You looked like you were having fun.”
“I was,” you agreed.
“Derek doesn’t let you off the leash a lot, does he?” she asked curiously.
You sighed. “I’m supposed to set an example. I don’t know why he’s so focused on making sure I’m responsible. The others are doing fine.”
Lydia tilted her head. “Maybe he cares about you.”
You scoffed. “Derek? No way. I’m a pain in his ass. He always says so.”
Lydia shrugged. “I bet you keep him on his toes.”
You smirked. “I try. So what are you doing in here all by yourself? This is your party.”
“Scott and Allison paired off a while ago,” she told you. “And I think Isaac is arguing with Stiles about god knows what. And with Jackson gone, there’s not really much for me to do. Just because I throw the best parties doesn’t mean I necessarily have fun at them.”
You blinked. “That’s awful. There’s gotta be some way you can have fun.”
“Well, I am looking forward to the New Year’s countdown,” she told you, leaning closer as if it was a secret. “It’s the perfect time to find the perfect distraction. I find someone to kiss every year, and then, well you know…”
You laughed. “Seriously? Every year?”
She nodded. “Since I was fourteen. What about you? Have anyone in mind?”
“Uh, no, not really,” you admitted.
“Hm,” Lydia said, scanning the crowd. “What about Isaac?”
“Woah, no way,” you told her. “He’s like my little brother.”
“Understood,” she agreed. “There’s gotta be someone here for you. It’s not just full of teenagers, you know.”
“I don’t know, Lydia…”
She smiled. “How about this? I bet you that you can find someone to kiss as the ball drops.”
You laughed. “Lydia, no way.”
“Why?” she questioned. “Are you afraid?”
You let out a scoff. “Afraid? Definitely not.”
“Then let’s put money on it,” she suggested with a grin. “If you’re not scared.”
You tilted your head. “Oh my god. So this is what you do for fun.”
She shrugged, and you sighed. “Fine. I’ll find someone to kiss, and if I don’t…?”
“Let’s say fifty bucks,” she told you.
You blinked in shock, but Lydia simply shrugged again. “If you wanna gamble, you’ve gotta be willing to lose.”
You smiled and shook your head in disbelief. “I think we underestimated you, Lydia.”
She smiled. “Everyone always does.”
After that, she was striding away into the crowd. You took a few swigs of your water and then placed it in her fridge, and then you went back to dancing. You don’t know what you expected to happen that night, but when Isaac ran up to you in the crowd with a terrified expression on his face, you guessed you had been wrong about Derek showing up.
You had been dancing with the beat a little before midnight, but Isaac ran up and grabbed you by the arm, tugging you from the crowd.
“What the hell?” you complained.
“Derek’s here!” he hissed.
Your eyes widened. “Someone let him in?”
“Actually, I think he just walked inside, but either way, he’s here to kill us. I saw him from the kitchen, and he looks fucking pissed.”
“Okay, okay, relax,” you told him. “This is my fault. I’ll explain. Just go hide with Scott or something.”
“Are you sure?” Isaac asked.
You nodded. “Go.”
You turned into the hall, trying to push past the crowds, and that was when you heard it.
“Y/n!” that all too familiar voice shouted.
You sighed and turned around slowly, and you could see Derek pushing his way past several high school kids with an expression of rage on his face.
“Hey, Derek,” you said, smiling brightly at him.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” he demanded, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring down at you.
“I thought I would take Isaac to have some fun on New Year’s Eve,” you stated.
“Y/n,” Derek growled. “You’re supposed to be the responsible one.”
“No, you’re supposed to be the responsible one,” you countered. “You’re the alpha…well sort of.”
Derek rolled his eyes. He might not have the red eyes anymore, but he was still the leader.
“But you’re not a teenager,” he insisted. “Sneaking out? That’s something I’d expect out of Isaac, not you.”
“Isaac is too scared of you to actually do anything,” you snapped at him. “He’s a kid, Derek. Let him be one for a night.”
“That’s not the point!” he insisted. “How do you think I felt when I got home and you and Isaac were gone?”
“Relieved?” you offered.
Derek sighed. “No, Y/n. I was terrified. After what happened with the alphas, I thought you two had been kidnapped!”
“Hey, we beat them-” you protested.
“Not without Jennifer killing half of them!” Derek insisted.
“Jesus, Derek, keep your voice down,” you hissed. “Isaac’s fine, okay?”
“It’s not Isaac I’m worried about.”
“What? Me?” you demanded. “You know I’m the strongest fighter.”
“You are,” he agreed. “That doesn’t mean I don’t worry about you.”
You blinked. “You worry about me?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” Derek asked, his expression softening.
“I just thought I was a pain in your ass.”
“You are,” he agreed. “That doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.”
You raised your eyebrows at him, but before you could say anything else, you began to hear shouting coming from the living room. “Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven!”
“It’s almost the new year,” you stated.
“I’m aware of that, thank you,” Derek said, but you noticed that he was glancing down at your lips.
You noticed a shape in the corner of your eye, and you just barely glimpsed Lydia walking down the stairs.
“Three! Two!”
Before you even knew what you were doing, you darted forward and grabbed Derek’s shirt, yanking his lips onto yours.
You expected Derek to shove you away and yell at you, but instead, he wrapped his arms around your waist and roughly tugged you closer. Cheers erupted all around you as the new year began, but Derek still didn’t push you away. Instead, he disconnected his lips from yours and pulled back only slightly.
“What…what the hell was that?” you asked.
Derek raised his eyebrows. “Y/n you kissed me.”
“Because of a bet! But…you didn’t push me away,” you said softly.
Derek sighed. “I figured it was time to stop doing that.”
You felt as if your breath had been stolen from your lungs, but you nodded and whispered “Okay.”
“I’m going to get Isaac,” Derek told you. “We’ll talk about this later.”
You nodded, still staring at him in disbelief as he disappeared into the crowd. You were still staring at the spot he had disappeared when you felt someone pressing something into your hand.
You glanced down to see Lydia placing 50 dollars cash in your palm, and you looked up at her with a smile. “Thanks.”
“No problem,” she said with a grin, leaning in to whisper in your ear. “Besides, I told you he liked you.”
You tilted your head. “What about you? I thought you were going to find someone.”
Lydia shrugged. “New year, new me. Now go get your man.”
You rolled your eyes, but you headed into the crowd to find Derek nonetheless. Maybe it was true what everyone said about the new year. Maybe it was a time for new beginnings.

"The Narrator Is  A Dick" Sentence Starters ( Part One )
  • "Oh my god, I am so sorry! You were suppose to go left before."
  • "You better go left, actually, it turns out that we were dead wrong."
  • "Oh wait, ANOTHER dead end? Are you serious?"
  • "Actually, I can't read it, So uh, good luck with that."
  • "You died, congrats, hero."
  • "Shall we ask her to move, or shall we just kidnap her, place her in the basement, and then kill her very very slowly? I mean, you know, that is ONE way to do it. Or we could just let her live, that is also... also the first choice. I wouldn't recommend the second one, in my opinion. That's just my opinion."
  • "Oh my god, you just chose to kill her. Why did you chose that? Oh my god."
  • "You are a horrible, horrible human being. What is wrong with you? Oh my god. This is disgusting, what is wrong with you right now? You sicken me, you absolutely sicken me."
  • "I'd love to help you out, but I think I left my wallet in the fridge."
  • "You decided to go work at the strip club like the whore you are."
  • "Oh my god, you're doing a good job with this."
  • "That's what I like to see."
  • "Keep shaking that ass, you whore!"
  • "Oh my god, I feel a bit funny now..."
  • "Okay, okay, okay- just... just NO. That was- NO. Just NO, that was messed up! Just... oh god, what have you done?"
  • "What is wrong with you?"
  • "Huh, looks like someone left a bunch of money on the ground."
  • "Well, lets go pick it up and see what happens."
Got7 reaction to seeing you masturbating in the studio (M)

Request: got7 reaction to you masturbating in the studio? god I feel so dirty hide me /-\

A/N: Anon, you’re literally trying to kill me aren’t you? Here goes my first smutty request o-o


-licks lips- “hot damn babe.”

Originally posted by gots7


“Ah ah ah, let daddy help you out there, princess.”

Originally posted by morkeutuan

oh man holy shit


“You better be ready to finish what you just started baby girl.”

Originally posted by markjin


“Someone just couldn’t wait for me, now could they?” -cocky little shit-

Originally posted by markjin


-turned tf on- “Why do you have to be like this.”

Originally posted by huggablepenguin


-stares for a good 10 seconds before walking at you biting his lip- “Just remember, you gotta be quiet.” -winks-

Originally posted by ohparkjimin


-licks lips and swallows hard- “Allow me.”

Originally posted by krulemoon


-Admin Yeonie