anonymous asked:

Bellarke dancing au?

Clarke smiled to herself as the DJ blended the slow song into a faster one, and watched Raven take Wells’ hand and convince him to stay on the dance floor.  She had told Wells Raven would have gone to prom with him, but he’d been too chicken to ask.  So Clarke agreed to be his date, but only on the condition that he ask Raven to dance at least once in the first hour.  With her mission accomplished she snagged a plate of brownies from the snack table and headed to one of the small tables on the edge of the dance floor to sit down.

She was considering just taking off her shoes and leaning into the whole wallflower thing when someone spoke up from behind her.  “Not dancing, princess?”

Clarke did a double take, because Bellamy Blake was at prom.  “Just taking a break,” she said.

Bellamy pushed off the wall and stole a brownie from her plate.  “I figured this would be your scene,” he said, and tipped his head out to where the rest of their classmates were writhing around.

Clarke peered up at him and noted the tie underneath his leather jacket.  “I mostly just came so Wells would,” she admitted.  This was surreal— Bellamy Blake was at prom, casually striking up a conversation with her, like they were friends who chatted at dances instead of complete strangers.  She quickly ran through what she knew about him, but it wasn’t much.  Rumors, mostly, although she was reasonably sure he really had tried to quit school last year to get a full-time job, since Roan had said some kid with a fake ID had shown up at his bar, begging to be hired.  “What brings you here?” she asked.

Bellamy shrugged and then sank into a chair next to her, pinching off the corner of another brownie.  “Keeping an eye on O,” he said, and Clarke followed his gaze to where his sister was grinding on Lincoln.

Clarke bit back a smile.  “Lincoln’s good people,” she assured him, and Bellamy pressed his lips together in annoyance.

“How do you even know him?  He’s not part of your crowd,” Bellamy grumped.

Clarke broke off a piece of the same brownie and popped it into her mouth.  The plate was now sitting halfway between them, which felt oddly intimate.  “How do you even know who my crowd is?” she asked, and Bellamy made a noncommittal noise.  “We’ve taken the same art classes all four years.  He looks more intimidating than he actually is,” she soothed.  It felt weird to reassure the school bad boy that Lincoln, of all people, wasn’t dangerous.  Lincoln spent his summers teaching crafts at a summer camp; Bellamy Blake had a goddamn motorcycle.

Another slow song started, and Bellamy watched everyone dance for the first few lines, and then he turned and held out his hand.  Clarke looked at him blankly, and he raised his eyebrows.  “Come on, princess— let’s dance,” he said.

Clarke found herself slipping her hand into his and letting him tow her out to the dance floor.  People were sending them shocked looks, but Bellamy didn’t seem to mind and honestly, neither did she.  He settled his hands on her waist and she draped her arms around his neck.  His tie was a little askew, and up close he smelled like leather and motor oil.  

Feeling bold, Clarke wrapped one of the curls at the nape of his neck around her finger, and his eyes fluttered shut.  Then he smiled down at her, crooked and adorable, and her brain had just a few seconds to process that she was dancing with Bellamy Blake and enjoying it before he glanced around.  “Let’s get out of here,” he said suddenly.


“Just you and me.  Let’s go,” he said, and his hands flexed against her waist.

“What about Octavia?”

“You said yourself Lincoln is fine.  Your date is busy, and what else are you going to do?”

Clarke once again found herself taking his hand and letting him pull her along.  “Where are we going?” she asked, even though she hadn’t actually said yes yet.  

Bellamy nodded to Mr. Pike and opened the doors to the soft spring breeze.  “Where do you want to go?” he said, and they drew to a stop at his motorcycle.  Bellamy handed her a helmet and she stood there stupidly, wondering if she was really about to ditch prom with a guy on a motorcycle.  But then she looked at him and knew, deep in her bones, that she could trust him.

“The old water tower,” she said, making her decision.  “I bet you can see for miles up there.”

Bellamy smiled and something ignited inside of her.  She climbed onto the bike behind him, her dress hiked up around her knees, and wrapped her arms around his chest.  “Ready, princess?” he asked over his shoulder and kicked the engine to life.

Clarke took one last look at the school, at the doors behind which her friends were dancing and laughing.  Then she looked back at Bellamy and that smile.  “Ready,” she confirmed.

It’s Been a While (1/2)

Summary: You knew Lance in high school but never really hung out. After a small reunion you know you’re in trouble.. (I still suck at summaries..)

Lance Tucker X Reader

Word Count: 2158

Warnings: Bad language. some sexual content. 

A/N: Okay, this is going to be split into two parts. The next part will be both smutty and angsty. Everybody who is tagged either liked my post about the fic or sent me feedback on it. If you wanna be tagged or untagged in part 2 please let me know :) (And I’m really bad with titles too..)

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i bought so many fucking snacks for this weekend & my friends visit. He touched fucking none of them, and dragged me to fancy dessert places, and now i’m sitting here with a fucking box of pop tarts and cosmic brownies and god i cannot be fucking trusted, someone save me from myself.

Bones (Bucky x Reader)

Request: Can I have a Bucky x reader where they are married and he comes home after a long mission to see her in the kitchen cleaning and she runs and hugs him because she missed him so much that she starts crying. He notices that’s she scarily skinny and pale (like Steve used to be when he was sick). So he asks her if she’s sick as she says “I don’t sleep or eat when you aren’t here because I’m afraid HYDRA will get you again and I can’t live without you.” And him comforting her and just lots of fluff😘

Words: 1,085

Warnings: Mentions of starving yourself 

You had been putting it off for weeks now. It was something you had been dreading to do, even though you told yourself that it would get done. You thought that since you liked to keep yourself busy while Bucky was away on missions that cleaning the kitchen would be something that would’ve gotten done in only days of him gone. But of course, you procrastinated doing it and filled your schedule with other tasks, like shopping on Amazon or binge watching Grace and Frankie. 

You woke up this morning with no plans of cleaning kitchen, once again, but after you walked past the kitchen and realized what a disaster it had become, you decided it was best to throw on your sweats and grab the cleaning supplies. It was shameful how messy it was, after all the baking you did you just didn’t feel like cleaning up. 

You baked for everybody. You baked cupcakes for Nat, cakes for Tony, doughnut balls for Thor, cookies for Clint, cake pops for Sam, brownies for Steve, pies for Bruce, you baked everything for everybody. But not yourself. 

No, you simply just didn’t have time to eat, you were filled up on anxiety worrying about Bucky. Sure, you’ve gotten a little thin but nothing to worry about. You occasionally had a bite of cookie dough, every once and awhile. 

Baking took your mind off things and it was a great pass time, it could kill a whole afternoon. Your friends didn’t mind, they enjoyed all the yummy treats that would show up at their homes out of the blue, although they worried about your sudden interest in baking, they never mentioned it to you. 

You finally worked up the courage to shove on your cleaning gloves that went up to your elbows and blast your favorite Pandora station as you started cleaning the kitchen of horror. 

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I follow a lot of people and i always see with the people i follow and amongst my followers posts about how they are feeling really crap. I know what it’s like to feel really bad and for long periods of time. I don’t won’t any of you guys to feel like that, because god, it is shit. So i thought i would make a master post for when your feeling really shit. I know there are couple of these floating about but here is my take on it. Feel Good 101 - This is an advice series by an amazing youtuber called Emma Blackery. She deals with such topics as depression, bullying, looks and ambition. She gives great advice and i personally found them really helpful.  Yoga Postions - I think that yoga can be very relaxing and take your mind of things so this is just a link to basic yoga positions.  Breathing Techniques - When stressed, angry or upset breathing tends to get fast and out of hand, so here are two links to some breathing techniques to calm yourself down. Mindfullness - I did mindfulness at school, and thought it was a big joke. Looking back i was an idiot because it is actually really helpful and i wish i paid more attention. Link to exercises and their website.  Free audiobooks - Sometimes listening to an audiobook is a relaxing way to wind down. Links to websites and youtube channels with free audiobooks. 1, 2. 3. 4. 5
These are just websites to get links to the shows you watch. TVMuse is only very good for newer shows, and it relies heavily on links from people in the comments but apart from that good for links to new shows quickly. I know some internet providers (in the UK at least) have blocked some streaming websites, but these are three i am pretty sure work.  watchtvseries TVMuse  iwatchonline Free books and book related things - To help you relax and to escape to another world
  • textbooknova
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  • bookfinder
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MOVIES MOVIES MOVIES - Because they really do help
  • 10 Things I Hate About You
  • 13 Going on 30
  • 17 Again
  • 22 Jump Street
  • 27 Dresses 
  • (500) Days of Summer
  • A Cinderella Story
  • Bride Wars
  • Bring It On 
  • Bring It On Again
  • Charlie and the Chocolate Factory     
  • Clueless
  • Confessions of a Shopaholic
  • Confessions of a Teenage Dramaqueen
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  • Easy A
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  • Great Gatsby 
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  • Juno
  • Just My Luck
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  • Legally Blonde 2
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  • Pitch Perfect
  • Princess Diaries
  • Princess Diaries 2
  • Project X
  • Pulp Fiction
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  • Silver Linings Playbook
  • Slumdog Millionaire
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  • The Devil Wears Prada
  • The Heat
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  • The Virgin Suicides
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Harry Potter:

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  • Harry Potter And The Half Blood Prince  
  • Harry Potter And The Deathly Hollows Part 1
  • Harry Potter And The Deathly Hollows Part 2

Men in Black:

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  • Men in Black II
  • Men in Black III

Pirates of the Caribbean:

  • The Curse of The Black Pearl
  • Dead Man’s Chest
  • At World’s End
  • On Stranger Tides

Star Wars:

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  • Episode III: Revenge of the Sith
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  • The Clone Wars

Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit:

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  • The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers
  • The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey


  • The Amazing Spider-man
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  • The Avengers
  • Captain America
  • Captain America: The Winters Soldier
  • Fantastic Four
  • Hulk
  • The Incredible Hulk
  • Iron Man
  • Iron Man 2
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  • Spider-man 
  • Spider-man 2
  • Spider-man 3
  • Thor
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Dark Knight Trilogy:

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  • Aladdin
  • Alice in Wonderland
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  • The Aristocats
  • Atlantis the lost Empire
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  • Bambi
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  • Brave
  • Brother Bear
  • A bugs Life
  • Cars
  • Chicken Little
  • A Christmas Carol
  • The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe
  • The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian
  • The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn treader
  • Cinderella
  • Cinderella II Dreams come True
  • Cinderella III A Twist in Time
  • Dumbo
  • The Emperors New Groove
  • Enchanted
  • Escape to Witch Mountain
  • Fantasia
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  • Fox and the Hound
  • Frankenweenie
  • Frozen
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  • Halloween town II: Kalabar’s Revenge
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  • Hercules
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  • The Hunchback of Notre Dame
  • The Incredibles
  • James and the Giant Peach
  • Jungle Book
  • Lady and the Tramp
  • Lilo and Stitch
  • Lion King
  • Lion King 2
  • Lion King 1 1/2
  • The Little Mermaid
  • Lizzie Mcguire Movie
  • Marry Poppins
  • Monsters Inc.
  • Monsters University
  • Meet the Robinsons
  • Mulan
  • Mulan II
  • The Muppets
  • Oliver and Company
  • Oz: The Great and the Powerful
  • The Pacifier
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  • Pinnochio
  • Pixel Perfect
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  • Ratatouille
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  • Return to Halloweentown
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  • Snow White and the Seven Dwarves
  • Sword in the Stone
  • Tangled
  • Tangled Ever After
  • Tarzan
  • Tinker bell
  • Tinker bell and the Great Fairy Rescue
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  • Tinker bell: Secret of the Wings
  • Toy Story
  • Toy Story 2
  • Toy Story 3
  • Treasure Planet
  • Tron Legacy
  • Underdog
  • Up
  • WALL-E
  • Wreck-it-Ralph
  • 101 Dalmations
Food food food food food food FOOD - Comfort eating helps. It does. It’s been proven. By science.
  • Brownie in a cup
  • Cookie in a cup
  • Pumpkin Brownie Chunk Ice Cream
  • Peppermint Brownie Pops
  • Mint Chocolate Cheesecake 
  • S’mores Muffins
  • Chocolate Mint Stuffed Cookies
  • French Toast Rollups 
  • Chocolate Pudding
  • Pop Tarts
  • Hot Chocolate
  • Vanilla Ice Cream
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  • Vanilla Cupcakes
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  • Bloody Red Velvet Cupcakes 
  • Rose Apple Pie 
  • Strawberry Heart Pie 
  • 100 Things You Can Have On a Stick
  • Simple snack ideas
  • Vegan snack ideas
  • The most majestic recipe masterpost I have ever seen
  • 18 mug food recipes
  • Movie marathon snacks
Sounds - i thought this could be useful to help people relax and be calm and zen and all that jazz :)
  • Calming Sounds 
  • Rain
  • Coffee Shop
  • Ambient Sounds 
  • Noisli 
  • Sounds to Sleep to
  • Calm
Youtubers who cheer me up: Because you need a laugh sometimes
  • Doodleoodle + doddlevloggle
  • Emma Blackery + MoreEmma + boxes of foxes
  • Liam Dryden
  • Ariel Bissett
  • TomSka + DarkSquidge
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Haunted ||| Remus Lupin

Pairing: Remus x Reader

’ Come on, come on, don’t leave me like this
I thought I had you figured out
Something’s gone terribly wrong
You’re all I wanted’


“Don’t just tell me to give up like everything was meaningless!” You shouted, your fists clenched at your side.

“It was Y/N, it didn’t mean anything to me,” Remus snapped back, his eyes cold. “None of it.”

“You’re lying, you don’t mean that,” your words came out in a breathless whisper, your eyes filling with tears.

“I’m not lying to you, I wish I was,” he sighed, running a hand through his curly hair. “I regret ever dating you, I led you on and I’m sorry.”

“No, no stop running from this,” you demanded,  ignoring the sharp pain in your chest. “I know I’m not the only one who feels this, all those nights in your dorm, you can’t tell me those meant nothing.”

“Goodbye Y/N,” Remus spoke, stepping into you fireplace and throwing down a handful of floo powder.

“Y/N, love, you can’t just lay in bed all summer,” Lily spoke from your doorway, a sympathetic smile on her face.

“And why can’t I?” You grumbled, pulling the blanket tighter around you.

“Its been two weeks, I know its rough but you’re just making it harder on yourself,” she sighed, moving to take a seat beside you on your bed.

“I’m perfectly content right here with my Netflix and brownies thank you,” you stated, popping a piece of brownie into your mouth to emphasize your point.

“That’s his sweater.” You glanced down, shaking your head at the ugly sweater you wore. You had stolen this one from him over Christmas break. He stayed with you during that time, the two of you playing video games when it got too cold to stay outside, having snowball fights until you couldn’t feel your fingers. You felt a tear slip down your cheek as you took the thick material between your fingers.

“What did I do Lily?” You asked, looking up at her with tear filled eyes. “We were good, we were so good and then he just - he said none of it meant anything to him.”

“Oh Y/N,” Lily sighed, pulling you into her arms. She raked her fingers through your (Y/H/C) hair as you broke down again. “I’m gonna kill him, I swear to Godric.”

“I just want to know why he lied, I know he loves me too, you can’t hold someone that way, look at them like they’re the reason you wake up every morning, kiss them like you’ll never get to kiss them again, and say it meant nothing,” you sobbed, fisting the back of her jacket.

“I know, it’ll be okay, I’ll find out for you, okay?” She promised, pulling back to look into your eyes. “I’ll be back later.”

You watched as she walked into the hallway, letting out a soft sigh. Lily was your best friend, you had grown up together and were both shocked when you find out you were witches. She was the reason you met Remus though, you had been sorted into different houses but remained friends. When she became friends with the golden eyed boy, you had too. If it wouldn’t have been for her helpful nudge the two of you never would have got together.

You looked over at the picture frame by your bed, the image of you and Remus laughing together at the annual Halloween party the Gryffindors held. You were perched on his lap, a goblet of firewhiskey in your hand with his arms wrapped loosely around your waist. You remembered that moment perfectly. Sirius had just fallen off the table, his shirt ripped open after his rendition of ‘I want it that way’ landing on Peter. The sober boy had yelped in surprise, and tried to shove the unconscious Sirius off of him but was failing greatly.

“I love you Remus,” you whispered to your empty bedroom, feeling your heart break once more.

You stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel tightly around your torso when you heard your bedroom door open.

“Hang on I just have to get dressed,” you called out, quickly drying off. You hadn’t expected Lily to be back so soon, but considering she probably used Remus’ floo you weren’t too surprised. “Okay so what’s -”

“Y/N just listen for a minute okay?” The man before you spoke. Well, it definitely wasn’t Lily.

“What do you want Remus?” You spoke, crossing your arms defensively.

“I’m a werewolf,” he rushed out, his eyes searching your face frantically.

“Yes, I know, we were together for nearly three years Remus, did you think I wouldn’t put two and two together?” You sneered, not understanding where he was going with this.

“I was going to leave sooner, but every time I got the courage to, I’d look into your eyes and I just couldn’t,” he whispered, looking down at his shoes.

“You didn’t have any issues two weeks ago,” you snapped, choking back tears. He had wanted to end this for awhile.

“I had a few shots before I came,” he informed, looking back up at you. “Why did you stay? After you found out I mean.”

“Because I love you, I don’t care if you grow another head, or lose a limb, especially not that you turn into a bloody wolf for a few hours every full moon!” You sighed, closing your eyes as you tried to calm yourself.

“I lied you know, about it not meaning anything, about me not loving you,” he whispered, taking your hand in his. You didn’t know when he had gotten so close.

“That hurt Remus, more than you know,” you mumbled, looking up at him.

“I know love, I had to though I didn’t want you to find out and try to come with us and get hurt,” he spoke softly, cupping your cheek with his other hand.

“You’re so oblivious to everything,” you laughed, stepping out of his reach. You started to transform, taking on your animagus form.

“You’re a wolf, you’re the wolf that’s been with us every moon,” he gasped, wrapping his arms around you as you changed back.

“ Mackenzie Valley Wolf to be exact,” you smiled, placing your hands on his back. “Please stay.”

“I love you, and I know that I can’t change what I did, or take back what I said, but will you have me back? Can we start again?” Remus whispered into your neck, his heart beating rapidly in time with yours.

“I love you, even when you’re the biggest idiot in the world,” you whispered, pulling back so you could look into his eyes.

“Is that a yes?” He asked, placing his forehead on your own gently.

You leaned up, pressing your lips together swiftly. Your hands moved to his hair as he gripped your hips slightly. He bit down on your bottom lip, tugging as he pulled back.

“If not, that might’ve been the best no I’ve ever received,” he laughed, placing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“C'mere, you’ve got two weeks of kisses to make up for,” you smiled, tugging his face back to yours.

Mother Nature Hits

Requested by an anon

Summary: You get your period(not for the first time) at the Curtis house.

All day you felt the familiar pain in your lower stomach yet Aunt Flo still hadn’t shown. Figuring that she’d visit tomorrow morning, you forgone any absorption methods and went to the Curtis house as planned, not thinking any more of it. After a couple pain pills not even the pain bothered you or prohibited you from focusing on the night ahead of you.

You headed up to the Curtis house and bounded up their porch stairs before busting through the door. You were the first to arrive and were greeted by three heads popping out from various rooms to see who just barged in. They each shouted a greeting when Soda came out of his bedroom and flopped onto the couch next to you before you got up to decorate a bit.

That night you decided to throw a party for the gang, school finished and Two-Bit finally graduated and you organized a big shindig to celebrate. The rest of the guys slowly filed in, except for Dallas who had to work a rodeo that night. You understood and your feelings weren’t hurt, it wasn’t like he was just blowing it off to blow it off. In all honesty you were surprised that Steve showed up because he usually expressed that your parties were too juvenile.

Granted, they did include pizza, pop, your homemade brownies, cheesy movies, card games, and barely any alcohol. Honestly it was a surprise Two-Bit showed up too, but you assumed he did it for the food, and tonight because it was being held in his honor. They were always pretty boring in the beginning but after an hour or so you were all laughing and the whole house was loud.

Towards the middle of the party it died down a bit as everyone waited for their second wind. In that time you decided to go to the bathroom and went as white as a ghost as you noticed the blood below your border. Grumbling in embarrassment already as you cleaned yourself up and took a deep breath.

When you opened the door, you shuffled to the front door and mumbled, “I have to go…”

“Go?! Where the hell do you have to go that’s more important than here?!” Two-Bit questioned from the couch.

“Uh…my mom called.”

“In the bathroom?” Steve said almost mockingly.

“What’s going on, (Y/N)?” Soda asked curiously as he stood up.

You sighed in defeat, “I got my period. I’m going home to grab…uh…stuff…”

“That’s pretty far for you to walk in the dark…” Ponyboy spoke up from the dining table.”

“Let me just drive you to the drug store!” Soda offered cheerily.

“I’ll go too,” Steve smirked, thinking a late night drug store run would be fun.

“Let’s take my truck,” Darry spoke up from the kitchen, listening to the whole thing as he cut your brownies up.

So at a half hour before midnight you all went to the drug store, Darry, you and Two-Bit squished into the cab of the truck as the other four guys sat in the bed of Darry’s truck anticipating raiding the drug store. when you arrived you all filed out, a permanent blush on your cheeks because of the situation. Darry and Johnny followed you to the feminine hygiene aisle, not having anything else better to look for.

“Pads, or tampons?” Darry asked, the only thing he really knew about absorption “tactics”.

“(Your preference.)”

They both narrowed in on the area where they were located, leaving you no room to just grab the box you normally got. One by one they listed off the different brands and curiously read off all of the variations between brands as you tried to stop them.

Johnny pulled out a box and showed it, almost as if it was from outer space, “They’re colorful?” he questioned, utterly confused.

“Well, what’s the point of that?” Darry asked.

When you saw Soda and Steve approaching the tampon and pad area you slightly shoved Darry aside and grabbed your box, not about to even start a conversation about pads and tampons with those two. After you successfully had your box in your hand you nodded at the guys before walking towards the main aisle.

“This is what I always use.”

“You use the same thing every time?! But there’s so many others!” Johnny said meekly in amazement.

“Where’s Two and Pony?” Soda questioned you three as if it was your job to look after them.

You shrugged and all of you looked around, finding Two-Bit and Pony in the back of the store by the cough syrup as Two explained what types of medicine really got you high to a curious yet mortified Pony. Apparently it was surprising to him that you could get high off of something that was so off the wall.

After finding them and dragging everyone to the register so you could check out the gang filed back into the truck. When you got back to the house you went straight to the bathroom and after you thanked the guys. It took a bit, but the party went back into full swing as you all pigged out on the snacks Steve got at the drug store. Dallas even showed up after he was done working and you guys didn’t fall asleep until the sun came up.



GENRE: Angst/Fluff

PAIRING: Reader/Jinyoung (Junior) !!my bias!!

WORD COUNT:  2,835

SUMMARY: As an idol under JYPE, you and your colleagues are invited to a company dinner along with GOT7. You had always been Jinyoung’s arch-enemy, but when the both of you are stuck in the same elevator, things take a drastic turn.



The hall was bustling with commotion as your colleagues under JYP Entertainment passed by you, forcing you to shuffle side to side to clear the way. Your group, along with the rest of the idol groups under your agency, had been invited to dinner tonight. Everyone was ecstatic for not only free food, but for a night absent of stress and labor. The hallway was filled with laughter and excitement ran throughout the brightly lit building as people made their way to the main dining room upstairs. Jaebum spotted you from the other side of the lobby, a spark in his eyes lighting up while jogging his way towards you. He was one of your closest friends in the company, asides from the other girls in your group of course, as he had always been there for you ever since your trainee days. You had joined the company around the same time as Jaebum and ever since then you had spent nearly every lunch hanging out with the other boys in GOT7.

Jaebum swung his arm around your shoulders the second he was just a foot away from you, his body weight dragging you down as he cackled in laughter. “Yah, Y/N, you look so lost right now. Where’s your friends?”

You nudged your elbow into his stomach, causing him to wince and teasingly pull you even closer. “They’re busy with their individual schedules, so they couldn’t come tonight,” you couldn’t help but laugh along when he playfully ruffled your hair.

“Ah… whatever you say, Y/N!” he sang in a sing song voice. Jaebum proceeded to place his hand firmly onto your left shoulder, guiding you towards the capacious dining hall. Familiar faces greeted you as you two passed by them, smiling and waving at you as you reciprocated their gestures.

“So where’s your boys, Mr. I’m So Popular?” you rolled your eyes, picking up a brownie from a plate laid out amongst the numerous entrees on the mahogany, rectangular table.

“Well, unlike you and your little ‘excuse,’ the others actually have a real schedule to attend to. Jackson’s in China, Yugyeom and Bambam are filming some ‘Best Friends’ variety show, and Youngjae and Mark are too busy with Coco to come apparently,” he proudly smirked at you with his chin held up high. You pursed your lips and quirked your eyebrows, crossing your arms as you pretended to doubt his claims. Seeing your growing suspicion, he shrugged his shoulders and continued, “naturally, as the almighty leader, I had to rep our group tonight.”

“Uhuh…” you muttered, nodding your head as though you were actually listening to him. Popping the brownie into your mouth, you glanced at Jaebum who seemed preoccupied with the glass of punch in his hands. “Where’s Jinyoung then?”

Jaebum nearly spat out the drink from his puffed cheeks, his eyes formed crescents as his lips were pressed into a thin line, obviously trying to suppress himself from bursting into laughter. “I can’t believe you actually remembered him. I thought you hated him, so I didn’t bother to bring it up,” he started chuckling after gulping down the remainder of the punch down his throat.

“Oh please, I’m not that bitter. Your group’s name is literally got SEVEN, I’m not dumb, okay?” you pushed him against his chest when he snickered at your last phrase.

“Well, I mean… not too sure about that last part,” he winked at you before rambling on, “everyone kind of knows that you hate his guts.”

“I don’t hate him, our personalities just don’t match up. It’s just hard to talk to him, that’s all,” you made up an excuse from the top of your head.

“Okay… or maybe… you’re still angry over that time he accidentally spilled soda all over your ‘brand new’ shirt,” he mocked you as he mimicked your voice, his high pitched shriek supposedly resembling yours. “Come on, you guys aren’t kids. Just cause you guys broke up doesn’t mean that you should just avoid each other for the rest of your lives.”  

“That doesn’t change the fact that he still owes me a new shirt… one that he’s been refusing to give me for YEARS!” you crossed your arms against your chest, loudly sighing as though to over exaggerate your frustration. Jaebum chuckled along with you before looking over your shoulders, his eyes widening for a split second as he picked up several brownies into his rather large hands and forcing them into your mouth. He started to snicker and repeatedly apologize to you as he squeezed both sides of your shoulder, “sorry, Y/N, really. But I need to go to the bathroom, so can you stay here for just a couple of minutes?!” Before you could even part your lips to reply, especially with your brownie stuffed mouth, he bolted out of the room, holding his snapback in place as he swung his arms back and forth like he was running a marathon.

Turning around to glance at whatever had made Jaebum so alarmed, your eyes landed on the very boy you two had just been discussing about; Park Jinyoung.

Struggling to swallow the excessive amount of cake in your mouth, you quickly threw a hand over your lips as an attempt to conceal your stuffed cheeks.

“I know what you’re about to say,” he smirks cockly, hands flying up to cup his cheeks, “OH MY GOD IS THAT PARK JINYOUNG?” he imitates a little girl, the condescending look never leaving his annoyingly handsome features. (You would never admit that out loud)

You simply glared at him before finally forcing yourself to swallow. “What do you want Park?” you scowled, looking down to check if anything had gotten on your satin dress.

“I was looking for Jaebum. I could have sworn he was here a second ago..”

You chuckled dryly at the memory of Jaebum dashing off to the ‘bathroom’ and silently reminded yourself to strangle the shit out of him later. “He was. But he’s not anymore.” you deadpanned before turning on your heel to head for the lifts to join everyone upstairs.

It wasn’t until you were pressing the ‘up’ button on the wall that you realised Jinyoung had been trailing behind. A strange mix of anxiety and disgust began stirring in the pits of your stomach as you thought of yourself and Jinyoung in the small space of a lift. All the forced down triggers were slowly resurfacing as the palms of your hands began to sweat and your breathing began to stutter. You forced down the urge to curl into a ball and instead focused on the sensation of your nails digging into the palm of your hand.

Once the steel doors slid open, you quickly made your way in, jabbing at the ‘close’ button in hopes Jinyoung would not join you. “Quick, quick, quick…” you repeatedly muttered to yourself, hoping that he wouldn’t hear you as he quickly approached the elevator. Unfortunately he was quicker than you thought and easily slipped his hands between the doors, forcing them to slide back open. You pretended to act apologetic as you held the ‘open’ button instead but he knew better and sent you daggers and leant himself against the wall opposite you. “Oh, sorry, didn’t see you there,” you forced a smile onto your face to which he sarcastically mocked the distaste evident in your expression.

He wrinkled his nose and his eyes narrowed at you before crossing his arms against his chest and mumbling to himself, “yeah, yeah… run off and close the doors on me…” You eyed him down discreetly, but he unexpectedly caught you glaring at him when he turned to glance at you momentarily. A playful scowl plastered all over his face, causing the both of you to turn your backs on each other and huff in distress.

As the lift began to ascend, the awkwardness in the air continued to increase and you were struggling to swallow the anxiety attack threatening to make its appearance for the first time in years.

3 floors to the dining hall a rattling catches your attention and suddenly the lights begin to flicker. At first you think nothing of it until the entire lift begins to shake and you’re holding onto the railings for dear life. The screen flashing the current floor began glitching and before you knew it the lift came to a complete halt, throwing yourself and Jinyoung to the floor. Suddenly overwhelmed by emotions and the situation, you started hyperventilating loudly, the air in your lungs feeling like fire and you stayed crouched on your knees, trying to handle the oncoming attack.

Jinyoung was over to you in record time, pulling you into his lap and pushing your head into the juncture of his neck and shoulder. He began singing to you softly as you clutched tightly onto his shirt and it instantly felt like deja vu. Even after your breathing evened he continued to hum lightly, rocking you side to side.

“18 months without me and you still can’t get your anxiety under control.” he chided playfully, trying to lighten the suffocating atmosphere. You weakly pushed yourself out of his hold, crawling to the other side of the lift to curl yourself into a ball. Jinyoung sighed in defeat as he watched you shake with every sob, the pang in his heart extremely hard to ignore.

“(Y/N)-ah.” he whispered with difficulty as he watched you rock yourself quietly. He cautiously crawled over, all cockiness and playfulness in his demeanor gone. He gently placed a hand on your shoulder and you flinched at the contact.

“Don’t touch me.” you croaked, shuffling away from him. Jinyoung tried to keep his anger at bay, he tried not to lash out at you for something that happened so long ago but you were making it hard for him.

“Okay that’s it.” he sighed in frustration, pushing himself back to the wall away from you, “What the hell did I do to make you hate me like this (Y/F/N)?” he almost sounded sad as he slumped below the handrail.

You stayed quiet, afraid your voice would fail you, and looked up instead. He watched you as you took in his disheveled appearance. “I don’t hate you.” you mumbled half heartedly, shooting him a sad smile, “I’m jealous of you.”

His eyebrows furrowed and he frowned, completely lost.

“How do you do it?” you marvelled, playing with your fingers absentmindedly, “After we broke up you seemed to get over it so quickly. I had thought you moved on and hated you for being able to throw us away in the blink of an eye. But I wasn’t stupid; I realised it was a facade. That’s when I started hating you for your ability to hide yourself behind that irritatingly cocky mask. I tried to act like I was okay but it was easier to pretend that I hated you.”

His vision dropped to his hands in his lap; he was deep in thought. “Did you regret it?” You cocked your head to the side, waiting for him to elaborate. “Breaking up with me; did you regret it?”

“N-no,” your lips trembled, your voice quivering as you squeaked.

“Are you really going to be this stubborn, Y/N? After all this time?” Jinyoung ruffled his hair frustratedly and took a deep breath before loudly exhaling.

“No, we broke up for good reasons. We both just debuted. We didn’t have time to fool around and date. We were busy, we were under a contract.”

Jinyoung scoffed and rolled his eyes, kicking his feet in front of him in anger. “So you don’t regret anything at all. I was the only one stuck-”

“-but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt,” you interrupted him before he could go on any longer, “it did affect me. I didn’t know how much I depended on you until you were gone. I missed seeing your heart-warming smile, the draping of your collection of trench coats, the small back of your hand… I missed everything, but it was a necessary break for the both of us.”

“I still don’t get it,” he mumbled through his barely parted lips, “then why did you avoid me? Why did you always hang around Jaebum, but not me? Couldn’t we have at least been friends?”

You bit the bottom of your lips as you contemplated whether or not you were over sharing your deepest thoughts today. Was it the anxiety that was talking or was it you? Either way, you figured that you had gone too far to return now. It was now or never. Gathering all of your courage, you deeply inhaled before blurting out, “I was afraid that you didn’t feel the same.”

“Didn’t feel the same…? I mean, why wouldn’t I? It’s not like I could get over our year long relationship just over one night.”

“But I thought that you hated me. I thought after what I did to you, you wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere near me. So… I ignored you, and to me, you seemed to recover just fine,” you bitterly spit out, keeping your eyes glued to the floor, afraid to look up at his now peering eyes. You didn’t notice him slide across towards you until you felt him pull you against his chest again.

“Well you’re wrong, because I didn’t. I’m still not over it, not over us. I don’t understand how you could assume something like that, of all people especially, I would never do that. Not to you,” he muttered into your hair as he held your head right in the crook of his neck. “How about you? How do you feel?” he gently asked you, careful not to push any further buttons. You paused, keeping your lips shut and your eyes on the floor. Jinyoung had always been the mature one, the resolver of all conflicts in your relationship. He wasn’t afraid of speaking his mind, even more importantly, he would always reach out for your opinions. You couldn’t deny that you had missed the maturity you saw in Jinyoung, no one could ever fill the gaping hole he had left in you.

“I…” you hesitated to speak out your true feelings, “I missed you, I wasn’t ready to break up so suddenly… but things happen and we can’t change the past.” Right as you leaned your hands onto the cold, metallic floor, the lift began to shake violently side to side. Before you could lose your balance and fall to your side, Jinyoung swiftly caught you in his hands, holding your head close to his chest as you whimpered in anxiety. The lights flickered along as the elevator swayed side to side for a few more seconds until everything became still.

“We can’t change the past, but we can change the present,” Jinyoung whispered as he stroked the back of your head comfortably. “Can’t we start over? Can’t we at least be friends again?”

A ring resonated in the lift, signalling the end of the disaster. You grabbed a hold onto Jinyoung’s warm hand and squeezed them like you always did, “yeah, yeah we can. Let’s do that.” He chuckled under his breath in relief, holding you even closer to him than he had done before.

“I promise I’m never letting you go again,” his voice muffled by your hair as the elevator door slowly drew back. “Come on, let’s go now,” he stood up and pulled you up with his firm hold on your hands. You gladly took his hand and brought yourself to your feet, the anxiety and fear in you fading from your system before the doors were completely opened.

Jaebum stood in front of the doors, his eyes immediately widened in bewilderment as he stared at the two of you. You froze next to Jinyoung’s stiff body, both of you stunned after being caught red handed. “Why are you two… in here… together?” he barely managed to speak, his voice stuttering as he pointed between the two of you. Jinyoung widely grinned and dragged you out of the lift, walking past Jaebum without an answer. Of course, Jaebum followed you and began pestering you two for answers. “Oh come on, just tell me what was going on over there! Are you two dating again? Did you guys make out?!”

You shrugged your shoulders and pretended to zip your lips shut, following Jinyoung out of the hall as he started to cackle under his breath. Jinyoung turned to you and placed his forefinger to his mouth, telling you to keep the secret from spilling out. You giggled along with him, squeezing his hand once again as he started drawing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. Today’s incident would be just between the two of you. Whether the event happened to be coincidence or fate, neither of you could have expected just a few minutes of words could bring you back together.

anonymous asked:

Lance doesn't know how to deal with his newly discovered feelings for Hunk. He obviously can't just talk to Hunk, so what does he do? He bakes. Excessively.

*claps* I do so love to write Lance cooking/baking. Feed yo’ man.

“So,” Hunk said as he leaned around Lance to pluck a still warm cookie from the plate. “Not that I’m complaining because oatmeal chocolate chip is my favorite-” 

‘No shit’ is what Lance wanted to have the balls to say. ‘That’s why I made them.’ but instead he just watched out of the corner of his eye as Hunk took a bite of his cookie and, dark brown eyes lighting up, moaned obscenely. Lance swallowed and silently asked God for strength. 

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Request: Pot Luck

Request: Sam x reader or Dean x Reader whichever one where the reader gets stoned (by accident w/ brownies) and just says random adorable and funny things. Lots of fluff please! :D

Word Count: 712

Warning: Accidental drug use.

This is kind more platonic-y than pairing, but I suppose it could be seen as SamxReader if you squint. I hope you like it, thank you<3

You grin, taking another bite of the brownie. It’s been forever and a day since you’ve just gone ahead and let loose at a frat party – you’re cramming in one more while you’re still young enough to pass as a college student. Sure, it’s for a case, but there comes a point in the night when you just have to realise that it’s not going to work out right now, and drink a little more than you would otherwise. The longer you’re here, the better you feel.

“Hey, Y/N,” One of the guys you’ve been hanging out with grins impishly – he’s a few years younger than you, still only a newbie to the ways of the world.

Just a small bean, you think, off to explore the big, bad world for the first time.

You giggle, waving at him cheerfully. You’re about to mirror his greeting, but then you realise that you don’t remember his name. Jack? Josh? Jean? You don’t have a clue, so you make an excuse about getting some air, grab another brownie (they’re seriously amazing, and you make a note to ask for the recipe later) and slip out the front door. You stand on the decimated lawn, which, with the rain and the careless tyres of young adults, is rather more of a muddy, grassy smoothie. Some middle-class suburban parents would be seriously pissed if this weren’t a frat house.

“Y/N, hey!” There’s squelching as heavy boots run through the mud – Sam approaches you quickly, watching as you break a little off the brownie and pop it in your mouth.

“Hey, Sammy.” You say through the treat, its sweetness flooding your mouth, “Where’s Dean?”

“Over-“ He pauses, looking back to his brother, “Dean, she’s over here!” Sam turns back to you, “We’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

You giggle, running a hand through your hair, “I was at the snack table.”

“Snack table?”

“This guy called…” You pause, still struggling for the guy’s name, “JackJoshJamesJeanJeb showed me his brownies. They’re really good – you want some?” You ask, holding up the treat. Sam and Dean share one of their looks and Sam steps forward, taking the whole brownie from your hand. You protest softly, but shut up when Dean’s stare turns serious. Sam sniffs the brownie and rolls his eyes.

“How many of these did you eat?” Dean asks, recognising Sam’s expression. You shrug.

“Uh… like… six? Then that one,” You say guiltily, “They’re just really good.”

“Yeah, and filled with weed.” Sam says, tossing the brownie into a bush. You whine loudly and are about to go and recover your treat when a pair of arms wrap around your waist, stopping you where you are.

“Let’s get you home.”

“But what about JacobJakeJesseJohnJoe?”

“He’s not the kind of guy you want to be hanging out with.” Sam assures you. You look up at him as he lets you go – you stumble slightly, but then gasp, your back straightening like a rod. The brothers are about to jump into action, thinking something’s wrong, but a serene smile spreads over your face.

“The universe,” You say softly, “I understand it.”

“Really?” Dean asks, stepping in and guiding you back towards the Impala, “How?”

“We… like…hands. And feet.” You mumble, gazing at your fingers, “Pretty, huh?”

Dean chuckles, nodding slightly, “Very pretty.”

The whole way back to the motel you babble on about how beautiful everything is – Sam’s hair included, which you spend most of the journey carding your hands through, much to Dean’s amusement. By the time you finally make it back, you’ve exhausted yourself. You’re leaning on the seat in front of you, your head half on Dean’s shoulder, murmuring under your breath about star flowers. Sam detangles you from the seatbelt and picks you up, making you laugh aloud, thanking him for helping you fly. You kick your legs happily as Sam carries you inside and tucks you into bed, quickly shushing you.

“You gotta sleep, Y/N.” He urges you, “You’ll feel better in the morning.”

“Don’t believe ya.” You sing softly, but your eyes quickly close and within a few seconds, you’re snoring softly. The brothers watch you with amusement until they’re sure you’re not going to burst into song, before heading to bed themselves.

Movie Night (Luke Hemmings)

I got a request from an anon for a Disney movie marathon night with Luke. However, I have already seen something similar to that many times, so I decided to make my own fluffy version. 

My Masterlist

“(Y/n)!” Luke called loudly into the kitchen. “Which movie should we start with?”

“I don’t know; you pick.” You called back just as the oven’s timer went off to tell you the brownies were done. “I’m up for anything.”

“If you were up for anything then you wouldn’t have changed our horror movie nights to Disney movie nights babe.” Luke walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Luke, I tried okay.” You laughed nervously and began popping the brownies out of the pan. “It’s not my fault that not everyone in the world is as macho and thick skinned as you are,” you said in a teasing tone.

Luke snorted at your explanation, “Not everyone? Babe, ten year olds can handle horror movies better than you!”

“Then why do you keep making me watch them?” You asked, turning in his arms and resting your hands on his shoulders.

One of Luke’s hands came free, and he tapped you lightly on the nose with a teasing smile. “Because you are terrified by them so easily.”

“Oh yes,” You rolled your eyes and turned back to the tray of brownies, “you’re really winning awards for best boyfriend right there.”

You started pulling out the rest of the brownies only for Luke to tighten his grip around you and pull you back against his chest, spilling a few brownies across the floor. “Luke!”

Luke ignored your protests and rested his chin back on your shoulder, whispering in your ear. “I like watching horror movies with you because when we watch horror movies you get scared. Every time we watch a movie that scares you you always sit right next to me, curl up into my side, and hide your face in my shoulder through the bad parts.” Luke slowly trailed his lips down your neck as he mumbled under his breath, “And at night, after the movies over, you always asked me to stay over. When I asked you why one time you told me that you were still scared, but I made you feel safe.”

Luke’s hands left your waist and gripped your shoulders, turning you around so he could look you in the eye. “And that,” he leaned in and touched his nose to yours, “is why I love watching horror movies with you.”

“Well,” you blushed lightly and averted your gaze from his, “horror movies aren’t going to clean my kitchen floor.”

“No they won’t,” Luke consented, looking at the two brownies worth of crumbs scattered across your kitchen floor, “but your boyfriend will.” Pressing a quick kiss to your forehead, he pulled away. “You go pick a movie. I got this mess.”

“You sure? It’s quite the mess” You looked around the kitchen. It was certainly a pigsty from your baking experience.

Luke chuckled and waved you off. “I’m sure. Go put in the movie. I’ll just be a second.”  

“All right,” you sighed, picking up the plate of brownies and walking into the living room.

Luke turned back to the kitchen after you left and examined the mess. Chuckling to himself, he went in search of cleaning supplies. You usually weren’t quite as clumsy or messy as this, but he had a feeling that the rough week you’d had at work had something to do with it.

He knew for a fact you’d gotten in an argument with your boss about getting time off while he was on tour. Your boss wasn’t willing to be even remotely lenient about the situation. She was constantly insisting that if nothing was physically wrong with you than you should come in to work. It was ridiculous. Luke had already made a mental note to have a conversation with her. You had never mentioned who your boyfriend was to her, and you’d told him once that you’d frequently caught her singing along to his songs.

When Luke returned to the kitchen with the broom he could hear the introduction start playing to the Lion King from the other room. “Should’ve known,” he mumbled under his breath as he started sweeping up the crumbs with a chuckle.

By the time he’d cleaned up the mess on the floor, washed and dried the dishes, and wiped the mess off the counter the end credits of the movie were already playing in the other room. With a final sigh of relief, Luke walked into the living room, “Hey (Y/n), can we watch…” You were already asleep on the couch, curled up in the seat he usually occupied, clutching a pillow to your chest.

Luke smiled and flipped the tv off, taking cautious steps towards you. Hoping not to wake you, he slowly pulled the pillow from your clutches. You whimpered when you lost hold of it and reached out for it in your sleep. Quickly, Luke slipped a hand under your shoulders and your knees, pulling you up against his chest. Your grabby hands connected with Luke’s neck and latched around it, cuddling tight against him as he carried you to your bedroom.

Maneuvering your thin halls and opening your bedroom door was quite the task, but Luke managed to get you to your bed in one piece. After some nudging, your hands left his neck for the pillow under your head, freeing him to set you down.

Luke sat on the end of the bed and pulled your shoes and socks from your feet. You were sleeping unusually heavily tonight. You barely even moved as Luke pulled the covers from under you and tucked you back into bed.

“Love you, beautiful,” Luke whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he turned to leave.

“Luke?” You finally stirred as he reached the door.

Glancing back Luke smiled, “Hey, sleepyhead.”

“I fell asleep during the movie,” You grumbled, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. “I’m sorry. It was our movie night.”

“(Y/n), there’s nothing wrong with you being tired. Just get some sleep, and I’ll let you subject me to rainbow cartoons and peppy children’s songs some other time.”

“Wait!” You reached out as he turned to leave again. “Stay with me?”

“(Y/n), you have work in the morning,” Luke reminded you but made no move to leave.

“So?” You pouted up at him as he made his way back over to you. “I got…” You tried to think something up, “I got scared by the stampede that killed Mufasa, and I don’t want to be alone.”

“I’m not buying that,” Luke chuckled, “even from you.” Walking back over to the bed, Luke began to strip himself of his jacket and flannel, “But I’ll stay anyway because I love you.”


Etude House Play Color Eyes: 10 Color Palette Swatches and Review!

Super-popular Korean beauty brand Etude House has come up with 2 new 10-color palettes that take fashionable young women through all kinds of occasions, from school and work, to play.

The 10 colours in the So Hot Palette #1 include: Party Gold, Burning Red, Temptation, Naked, Pony Tail, Modern City, Chic Blue, All Night, Snow Queen and Military Khaki.

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I don’t really need to say too much; these palettes are very smooth and pigmented and the swatches will speak for themselves! There are a couple of shades in each palette which will be less pigmented or chalkier than the others, but most of them are very rich and smooth. The sparkly shades are especially gorgeous and remind me of sparkly shadows from Japanese brands like RMK and Shu Uemura.

My personal favorite is for the So Chic palette (#2) because the shades are more wearable over all. If you prefer a few more dramatic shades like red and burgundy, then the So Hot palette (#1) is for you!

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Goodbye Forever, Bro-Bro

Drift, 1/?

Basically the TAU mods are evil and came up with another AU-AU, the Drift AU. And then a sadder variant of the AU. Which I decided to write.

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Description: The day Dipper defeats Bill Cipher and saves the world is the day he dies, or so everyone thinks. Years later, his sister Mabel suspects she’s being haunted by her brother’s ghost. She’s only partially right. Will the two ever reconnect, or will Dipper forever be dead to Mabel? 


She’d done the research, on the internet and in the school library’s tiny section on the supernatural. All that she’d seen agreed with her initial suspicions. The straightened room, her hair moving even when there was no breeze, the faint scent of pine in her room—it all pointed towards a haunting.

And there was only one person she could think of that would be haunting her.

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