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53. Veronica Lodge x Fem!Reader

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Summary: You meet Veronica at school. She’s rather intrigued by you because she can’t quite pin you down.

Note: If you want, listen to Paul Anka’s put your head on my shoulder, and you are my destiny. It’ll make the imagine ten times better ;)

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Birthday boy.

Pairing : Past!JaredxReader
Word count : 1,797
Author :Mel
A/N : More parts for @bigdaddymongoose.

Part 10 of ‘My son, Bringer of Storms.’

Jared took your advice. The next weekend he went home, and the boys spent time with his parents while he tried to work on things with Gen. Again. When he came back, you could tell it hadn’t gone as well as he had hoped it would. You had passed him in the lobby, and gave him a reassuring smile on your way out.

He was tired, and drained. Between work, and trying to make things work with everyone, he felt like he was running on empty. He came home after work that Wednesday to a note taped to his door that simply said “downstairs.”

With a groan, he headed down and knocked on your door. You answered, and a wonderful smell hit him. “Come on.” You smiled and led him in, letting him shut the door behind him.

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Stay In (Stiles x Reader)

Character: Stiles Stilinski

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, McCall!Reader, Sister!Reader, Fluff

Title: Stay In

Requested by anon:

Hi! Could i req a stiles x reader? Like after all the stuff happening in s6, they just have a fluffy date at home? and could you make it that they’re already dating & she’s a mccall? and they are scotts, and mama mccalls’ OTP. Super fluffy pls? Thx!!

When someone knocked at the door, I dragged my feet as I went to open it. That had to be Stiles, it was our date night and he wouldn’t take a no for an answer even if I told him I wasn’t feeling up for it. I knew he was determined to cheer me up precisely because of it. 

“Can you get it, Y/N?” Scott shouted from his room, making me roll my eyes.

“Yes! It’s probably your friend!” I yelled back to him.

“Don’t you mean your boyfriend?”

“Same thing”

I finally received whoever was knocking at the door. And it was indeed Stiles, showing me that goofy yet adorable grin of his as soon as he saw me.

“Hi, cutie!” He came in and kissed me in the cheek.

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Being Baekhyun’s sister

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

  • Okay so like I had this thought in my head of what it would be like being related to Bakehyun so bam here we are-
  • I mean I needed to make this bc who the fuck wouldn’t want to be related to this happy sunshine
  • I might make a “Being Baekhyun’s brother” version after this one-
  • Alright so let’s go!
  • Being Baekhyun’s sister would make lots of people to expect you to be just like this beagle; loud, excited, energtic etc. but boy are people wrong.
  • you’re a shy, silent, antisocial introvert which really makes people go “are you sure you’re related to him??” bc people are stupid and don’t realize personalities have nothing to do with being related to someone
  • Because of your introverted and shy personality Baekhyun views you as very precious and that he must protect you! I mean he’s your brother so he’s going to protect you anyways but still-
  • He may protect you but he will straight tease the hell out of you or annoy you or get sassy with you
  • He’s the only one allowed to treat you like that though if anyone else tries to he’ll hurt them
  • You also live with him bc your college is like right down the road for his house (s h u s h lets just pretend he has his own house that’s close to the exo dorm okay?? okay) 
  • Living with him is kind of hell but it’s like a fun hell…maybe it’s mostly fun for him though
  • He pulls so many pranks on you but it’s almost always with the help of the beagle line
  • Like on time you had just gotten out of the shower and you were drying off and getting dress and then you were going to dry your hair until you caught a glimpse of something in the bathroom mirror that made you do a double take. That little sunshine fucker had put red dye in your shampoo…not just any type of red though but the red that Chanyeol had his hair dyed to
  • The scream you let out was so terrifying that it almost made Baekhyun and his friends piss his pants
  • ooohhh yeah i forgot to mention he decided to pull this park while almost all of Exo was over…well anywho he did so…
  • “BYUN FUCKING BAEKHYUN!” was literally the scariest thing that any of them had heard-
  • You came marching down the stairs in just your sports bra and sweat pants and lets not forget that new “amazing” red hair, pissed to the high heavens. Like you were so mad that you hadn’t notice the other members yet bc your focus was just on your big brother
  • He looked away from the tv and at you with the biggest shit eating grin you had ever seen. “Oh hey sis, love what you done with your hair” Insert him laughing along with Chanyeol whom he had gotten the hair dye from here
  • By this time you had noticed the other boys whom were all sitting spread out in the living room, staring at you with wide eyes….well besides Sehun because Suho had clamped one of his hands over the maknae’s eyes
  • “Oh my god..I’m so…holy shit…I’m sorry” was all you could stutter out before stumbling over yourself and then running back upstairs
  • Once you were dressed “properly” you were letcured by Suho for like fifteen minutes about using bad words
  • It took about four to five months for all that hair dye to fade away and you tried to stay mad at him the whole time but it’s hard to stay mad at that lil sunshine
  • Baekhyun is a good brother besides the pranking and being a little too over protective….okay maybe way too over protective 

Originally posted by jonginssoo


  • You were going on this date once with a guy from your school, he was on the dance team of the school, he was in the fencing club, (I’m making some weird ass clubs and shit up here guys bc idfk anything about college)  he was very smart, and funny, and kind and he had a nice group of friends 
  • Well Baekhyun hadn’t said anything the whole day when you were getting ready for the date, he was acting pretty normal as he hung out with Chanyeol and Jongdae in the living until he heard the knock on the door.
  • Baekhyun hopped up off the couch and walked over to front door and opened it only to be greeted by the sight of this incredibly good looking guy,,.. the guy had his hair dyed blonde, he was tall and skinny but like muscular as well and he had the jawline of a g r e e k g o d.
  •  He was dressed in all black too, a black button up blazer with black slacks and black dress shoes. 
  • The boy, dubbed as Jackson, smiled at Baekhyun and gave a small lil bow of his head. “You must be Baekhyun, (Y/n) has told me a bit about you”
  • The shorter but older male just kind of blinked at him, he could feel the fuckboy vibes radiating off of him even though Jackson looked like a nice guy that anyone would want to bring home to their mom but Baekhyun saw right through him and there was no way that this lil beagle was going to let his little sister go on a date with him (Jackson is’t like that at all irl I’m just making stuff up for this scenario thingy)
  • “So you’re the one who’s taking my sister on a date?” “Yeah…”
  • Baekhyun stepped forward and grabbed him by his blazer, a serious and deadly expression on his face
  • “Yah! what the hell are you doing man!” Baekhyun glared at him, making him shut up real quick
  • “If you so much as even look at my sister the wrong way or make her feel uncomfortable I’ll cut your dick off and then I’ll staple dead birds to your car or better yet I’ll make a deal with Satan (Kyungsoo) and ask him if he’ll kill you, I mean I’ve done it before” insert Jackson’s eyes widening as he takes a step back before running to his car and driving off here
  • Baekhyun went back in and sat back down beside Jongdae and Chanyeol who were just kind of giving him glances bc they have no idea what happened but oh,,,well 
  • Beagle line stayed up all night with you that as you cried and eat ice cream bc Jackson stood you up
  • Baekhyun might not want you to date anyone but…there is this one person he thinks you would go well with-

Originally posted by baekhyunsama

  • He lowkey wants you to date Chanyeol bc he sees the way you two get all close and whisper to each other, he sees it when Chanyeol lets you wear his hoody when you’re cold
  • He ships the hell out of it but really the reason why you’re always close to Chanyeol and whispering to him is bc you’re asking him for advice on how to ask out Suho bc like that Eomma acting leader has stolen your heart 
  • Chanyeol did give you advice and you ended up going on quite a few dates with Suho 
  • which led to Baekhyun being confused bc you were coming home later than usual and you were always giggling and smiling down at your phone and when he would you why you were late to come home or why you were smiling down at your phone you would just say “Oh I was studying at the library “ and “Just talking to my friend Rocky!”
  • Baekhyun was suspicious but he knew better than to pry bc last time he did that you threw a shoe at his face
  • After a while he got use to your weird behavior and decided not to ask anymore and just let you do you
  • Well one day Baekhyun had to stay late at the studio and you and Suho decided it would be a nice idea to hang out at the house before he came home..,, oh man you guys were wrong
  • Baekhyun came home about thirty minutes earlier than he thought he would and he thought he would surprise you by bringing home some of your favorite take out food
  • He didn’t think anything about it when he saw Suho’s car parked in the drive way, he was just like “Oh hey, maybe hyung came by to pick up something he left here or to hang out with me and (Y/n)”
  • He went inside holding a bag of take out in his hand and shrugged off his jacket, he thought it was weird that you and Suho weren’t in the living room to hang out but he guessed maybe Suho was in your room helping you study or something….well he wasn’t wrong about you two being in your room
  • He heard White Chicks aka your favorite movie playing so he didn’t think anything about knocking on the door bc he thought you two were watching a movie so he just walked into the room-T
  • o say he was shocked by what he saw was an understatement, he had been expecting to walk into your room and see you two just sitting on your bed and watched the movie but no…. shirtless you were pinned under his equally shirtless leader as you two made out
  • as soon as Baekhyun saw you two the bag of take out food hit the floor as he let out a shrill shriek causing you two to jump away from each other or well you stopped making out and Suho hid you behind his back because he was worried about your indecency
  •  It was awkward the rest of the night bc Baekhyun kept looking between you and Suho and would say shit like “Him??” “Really??” “Why not Chanyeol??”
  • Suho would just glare at him when Baekhyunwould say stuff like that but you would always beat Suho to saying anything.“I don’t like mister dumbo ears like you do!” insert Suho trying not to laugh while Baekhyun dramatically gasps before he yells at you about how he doesn’t like Chanyeol
  • Baekhyun approves of the relationship though bc honestly he wouldn’t want you to date anyone else plus he sees how happy you two make each other and he loves it-
  • lowkey planning your wedding already
  • lowkey likes taking pics of you two when he’s third wheeling and posts them on twitter with captions like “Ew, they’re so in love” or “It’s like I’m invisible to these love birds” 
  • He spoils you though, he always makes sure that there’s packs/boxes/idk what to call it of your favorite snacks in the kitchen
  • He always buys you cute plushies from all the places that they perform at so your bed is like filled with plushies and he always likes to make jokes whenever Suho comes over to see you..,, he’ll say shit like “Keep it pg in there, it might scar the lil plushes if you don’t”
  • You know all like the jackets from each era/come back that the memebers have/get?? well guess who has all of Baekhyun’s, yep you they’re all in your closet and you wear them a lot when he’s on tour bc you miss him
  • He’ll Skype you or facetime you when he’s on tour or when you’re facetiming or skyping with Suho he almost always makes sure he pops up into the room so he can be in on the call just to annoy the two of you
  • lowkey could see this small precious bean wanting to get sibling tattoos, but like really small tattoos like lil infinity signs (so cliche) or maybe or maybe each other’s initials 
  • you two did get the initial tattoos bc you both really liked the idea, he got his on his right wrist and you got yours on your left wrist and honestly it’s so cute
  • He loves you to pieces even though he does have weird ways of showing it
  • Honestly he would be one of the best big brothers ever!

(I hope you guys like this and I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes that were probably made)


❛ you inability to learn complicated handshakes is tearing this gang apart ❜
❛ i hope no one lowkey hates me. highkey hate me. hate me with every fiber of your being. go big or go home ❜
❛ my style isn’t even my style, i can’t afford my actual style ❜
❛ i feel like everyone has a teacher from high school that they’d 100% fight ❜
❛ i don’t mean to interrupt people i just randomly remember things and get really excited, i’m sorry ❜
❛ sir, you cannot name your son ‘Papa_Roach_Scars.mp3’ we just won’t allow it ❜
❛ if you asked me what my sexuality was, i couldn’t give you a straight answer ❜
❛ i just wanna wear lingerie, smell like lavender, and have soft skin ❜
❛ yabba dabba done with your shit ❜
❛ 5 years ago i was a fucking mess and now i’m a fucking mess but at peace with it and with a cooler fashion sense ❜
❛ the only reason i’m staying in school is so i can provide for my future ❜
❛ occupation: sleepiest girl on the planet ❜
❛ true friendship is willfully making someone’s emotional devastation over fictional characters worse ❜
❛ (not so) breaking news: i’m sad again and everyone’s tired of hearing about it ❜
❛ my new year’s resolution is to stop ❜
❛ people keep posting ‘what’s REALLY in your food’ articles like i’m gonna stop eating whatever it’s about lmao listen, death is coming. death is coming. pass me a hot dog ❜
❛ do you sometimes wonder why you have weird friends but then you snap and realize that you’re as weird as them ❜
❛ have you ever met someone who’s smile looks like it could make flowers grow ❜
❛ is ‘no’ an emotion because i feel it ❜
❛ i wanna be the one girl who looks really cute but also gives off the vibe that she could snap your neck if you disrespect her like is that possible for me ❜
❛ concept: me, having friends and being liked by people ❜
❛ the human body has 7 trillion nerves and some people manage to get on every single fucking one of them ❜
❛ replace my heart with another liver so i can drink more and care less ❜
❛ i need a hug and six months of sleep ❜
❛ good morning i’m obsessed with being loved ❜
❛ don’t come back when you realize that i’m rare ❜
❛ i’m stuck in between ‘i really wanna meet new people’ and ‘why can’t everyone leave me the fuck alone’ ❜
❛ can you believe some people meet each other and just hit it off right off the bat and just… date??? and fall in love? ?? that sounds fake ? ? ? ❜
❛ painfully average looking with a great sense of humor and always down to get drunk ❜
❛ people are always like ‘are you a morning person or a night person’ and i’m just like… buddy, i’m barely even a person ❜
❛ you ever talk to a stupid boy to pass time? ❜
❛ don’t talk to me or my 78 insecurities ever again ❜
❛ i’ll always have a soft spot for you ❜
❛ i hate being tickled. i do not think it’s cute, i do not think it’s funny. i will kick you in the fucking face ❜
❛ you inability to learn complicated handshakes is tearing this gang apart ❜
❛ there’s no blood in my veins anymore it is coffee and broken dreams ❜
❛ i’ll pay you $7 to have a crush on me ❜
❛ i’m a hopeless romantic… emphasis on hopeless ❜
❛ i deal with my personal problems the same way i study for tests… i don’t ❜
❛ half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half of me is, well, an asshole ❜
❛ my biggest problem is i don’t like, do shit ❜
❛ how am i supposed to be productive when netflix just automatically plays the next episode for you? ❜
❛ a girls sleepy voice is probably the cutest thing that has ever existed on this earth ❜
❛ at like a really specific time at night i feel like i wanna fall in love or some shit but then i wake up and i’m ok again ❜
❛ i’d really like to be taken out tbh. in a date way or a sniper way. i have no preference ❜
❛ i don’t need alcohol to make bad decisions ❜
❛ i want to be one of those people who does yoga and eats berries for breakfast, but i’m one of those people who stays in bed until 4 pm and eats pizza ❜
❛ why are there waiting lists for preschools?!?! babies are small!!!! 800 could fit in one room, just stack them ❜
❛ raise your hand if you are scared shitless about the future yet couldn’t care less at the same time ❜
❛ i hate being the stereotypical emo bitch, but life sux, my dude ❜
❛ i wanna learn how to throw knives so i can throw ‘em like real close and graze somebody to let them know to shut the fuck up ❜
❛ my heart says yes but my mom says no ❜
❛ if we are ever invaded by aliens and they wanna destroy earth and whatever that’s fine, but leave old friends senior dog sanctuary out of it ❜
❛ i don’t want to get involved in the drama, i just wanna know 103% of the information on what happened ❜
❛ if i had the power to control time i would probably just use it to sleep more ❜
❛ guess who got shit done today….. not me lmao but congrats to somebody out there ❜
❛ i promise i’m a lot nicer than my ‘walking to class’ face would lead you to believe ❜
❛ why spend money on booze when i can get fucked up by conspiracy theories for free? ❜
❛ binge watching is great until you run out of the show and have to start watching it weekly like some sort of medieval peasant ❜
❛ merry crisis, everyone ❜
❛ my whole life is the one episode of friends where ross drinks all those margaritas and keeps telling everyone that he’s fine when he clearly isn’t fine ❜
❛ i’m a huge supporter of things which annoy misogynistic rich white men ❜
❛ kinda wanna go on a date, kinda wanna get hit by a truck too ❜
❛ do i even have a sexuality at this point or is it literally just ‘oh yes i’d kiss you’ ❜
❛ not interested dot com forward slash you ❜
❛ napping together is my kind of date ❜
❛ i’m trying to stop being a hater but it’s just so hard when there are so many things that need my hate ❜
❛ i need to stop imagining things i’d say in interviews if i was ever famous because i am not ❜
❛ guess who got their life together!!!!! …not me, but someone probably has ❜
❛ concept: the worst is over. everything’s gonna be okay now ❜
❛ me, giving your eulogy at your funeral: ‘we are gathered here today to mourn a friend, a relative, a companion and a loved one, and to kinkshame them one last time’ ❜
❛ one day i will take a really good selfie and you will be sorry….. you will all be sorry ❜
❛ i was so ugly in 2008 because i didn’t care about my looks, i cared about the jonas brothers ❜
❛ i’m the whole package: bitter AND petty ❜
❛ my life is that awkward walk/jog you do in front of a car when you’re crossing the street ❜
❛ i use sarcasm because flat out telling you you’re a fucking moron is considered inappropriate and is frowned upon and i was raised better than that ❜
❛ my aesthetic is looking really tired even when i’ve had enough sleep and having a lot of bad habits and responding poorly to criticism ❜
❛ yes you’re allowed to have other friends, you just have to love me more ❜
❛ i just want to be somewhere warm and making questionable decisions ❜
❛ i don’t have plans for tonight or the rest of my life if you want to have a drink or get married ❜
❛ screenshots don’t scare me, i know what the fuck i said ❜
❛ ‘you’re kind of annoying’ kind of? kind of??? excuse me. excuse you. i am fully annoying. i am very annoying. there’s nothing half-assed half-hearted ‘kind of’ about it ❜
❛ *jumps over hole in sidewalk* yeah you could say i’m pretty fucking athletic ❜
❛ i don’t ‘dress to impress’ i dress to depress. i wanna look so good that people hate themselves ❜
❛ sorry, i couldn’t hear you over my internal monologue ❜
❛ valentine’s day is coming up, i don’t know what to buy myself ❜
❛ you’re really cute and it’s ruining my life because i think about kissing you all the time ❜
❛ ‘dude, i’m wasted’ and by wasted, i’m talking about my wasted potential because i’m a lazy piece of shit ❜
❛ i may be a terrible person but at least i say please and thank you and use my fucking blinker ❜
❛ is it too late to try to be myspace famous ❜
❛ ask him if he’s good with his hands, then when he comes over, make him put together ikea furniture ❜
❛ if a woman’s hand is steady enough to put on winged eyeliner then it’s steady enough to stab you in the heart ❜
❛ please don’t get tired of me ❜
❛ finals? fuck a final. gone girl myself. ❜
❛ i really thought quick sand was going to be a bigger issue in life when i was little ❜
❛ i’m so tired of not being a multimillionaire ❜
❛ why must the cute ones (me) suffer ❜
❛ nasa actually stands for ‘not any straight aliens.’ gayliens are real and out there ❜
❛ not to be bitter or anything but i hope everyone that has ever hurt me is absolutely miserable ❜
❛ my mind says college, but my heart says isolated sheep herder in iceland ❜
❛ i am an adult oh god make it stop ❜

( you can find the other three parts here: 1, 2, 3 )

anonymous asked:

trimberly prompt! trini is failing biology and her parents somehow get queen bee kimberly hart to tutor her?? trinis ready to burn her house down with kimberly in it but she learns kim is actually really sweet? and really kind and patient and holy shit shes even prettier up close. the small ball of Teen Angst slowly develops a crush (not that she'd ever say that out loud) and gayness ensues.

Hey! Sorry for the delay. Here you go! (unsure whether i actually followed the prompt but this is where the story went i’m sorry i still hope you like it)

(also on AO3)

The last thing Trini wants to do when she gets home is to talk to her parents. She just really plans on sneaking in, avoiding as much a fuss as possible, and holing up in her room until it’s time for dinner.

Unfortunately, nothing goes according to this plan.

When she enters the house, she’s greeted by the sight of her parents sitting on the couch, obviously waiting for her, and she tenses up on instinct.

Her grip on her bag’s strap tightens when she sees an official-looking envelope on the coffee table, and oh fuck, she really should have just climbed in through her bedroom window instead.

Her mother’s gaze is hard and unforgiving, and her father’s is somewhat apologetically disappointed, as if it’s his fault she’s going to receive a good, long reprimand from his wife. It is for this reason that Trini clenches her jaw, putting on her big girl pants and rallying every ounce of her willpower to not flinch and to accept what’s going to happen.

She refuses to back down from what appears to be an inescapable punishment for her own carelessness.

“Sit down,” her mother orders, and Trini obeys without argument.

The silent judgment continues for several long seconds, but Trini doesn’t show any sign of discomfort. She’s not going to give them that satisfaction.

Finally, after what’s felt like forever, her mom huffs an annoyed breath and pushes a sheet of paper towards her. “So this came in the mail today.”

Trini picks it up. Yeah, just as she thought. The B– glares at her from the page, the red ink like a death sentence.

“Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?” Her mother’s tone is getting a dangerous edge now, riled up with Trini’s non-expression.

“What do you want me to say?” she asks, evenly. “It’s not a failing mark.”

“It’s not an A either!”

“Now, swee—” her father tries to defuse the tension, but her mother is having none of it.

“No! You keep letting her get away with whatever she’s doing, and it’s getting out of hand! She needs discipline!” Her mother glares at her. “You need to pick up your slack! You won’t be accepted in any good colleges if your grades are like this!”

“It’s a B, not the end of the world,” Trini says, and it is a very, very bad move.

“Don’t give me that attitude!” her mother nearly screeches, before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. When she looks at her again, she’s forcibly calmer. “You need grades higher than this, so you need to study harder. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Good. Now, your teacher says you do well with lab activities but not with the written exams. So I arranged for you to have a tutor. Maybe having someone else checking over your work will help you improve.”

Trini blinks, hearing the words but not processing their meaning. “What now?”

Her mother carries on as if she didn’t speak. “You know the Harts, they have a daughter who’s apparently in the same class as you. Do you know Kimberly? I asked her mother if Kim could spare an hour or two a day to help you out, and she said yes. Kim’s also agreed, she’s such a sweet little thing. Very polite. Pretty, and smart to boot. You’re going to meet with her here starting tomorrow, after her cheer practice.” Her mother nods, satisfied with her pitch, and as usual not giving Trini any chance to object before standing up and ending their talk. “I expect you to be in your best behaviour.” Then she walks away, leaving her and her father staring at each other.

“What just happened?” Trini asks, bewildered.

Her father sighs, looking about as defeated as ever. “I think you just got a tutor.”


That’s not good.

That’s not good at all.


“You probably should head home now,” Zack says, brows furrowing as he stares at the setting sun. “You don’t want your mom to be even more pissed.”

Trini scoffs, raising an eyebrow at him. She’s lying on the hood of her car. “Since when do you care about that?”

He shrugs. “Hey, I’m just saying, if you hit a few more of her buttons, it’s not gonna be pretty.”

“I know that.”

“So go. Be a nerd and study.” He scrunches his nose, as if disgusted. “And whoa, I can’t believe I just said that non-ironically.”

She laughs. “Yeah, it’s probably a cold day in hell, huh? Zack Taylor, King of Detention, just told me to study. I feel so blessed.”

“Shut up. It’s just that if your mom gets on your case even more, it’s gonna be real hard for you to escape and make it to our bonfire nights.” He crosses his arms. “I don’t wanna lose my drinking buddy to academics.”

Trini sighs, because for once, she knows Zack is right. Her mother’s been watching her like a hawk since yesterday, and it’s going to get worse if she fails to show up on time to the damn tutoring session. “Fine, fine. I’m going.”

“It couldn’t be that bad, right?” Zack says. “It’s just Kim.”

“She’s the head cheerleader.”

“Yeah, and I’m Zack Taylor.” He rolls his eyes. “No duh.”

“Fuck off, you know what I mean.”

“She seems good.”

“That’s ’cause you’re thinking with a different head.”

“Okay, now you’re just being mean.”

“I’m always being mean.”

“Play nice.”

Trini smirks. “Never.”


For the most part, Trini actually finds Biology a pretty interesting subject. Perhaps not as fascinating as chemistry and physics, but she can appreciate the rote learning needed in many of its topics; memorisation might not be the best way to gauge intelligence, but it sure does pay to have some piece of information immediately at the tip of her tongue.

It’s intellectually stimulating, when she really pays attention. It’s challenging to learn all about neurotransmitters and every bump in a bone and cardiac rhythm. Every diagram she draws must be accurate; otherwise, what’s the point, right?

So yeah. It’s not that she hates the subject; she just doesn’t like it as much as the others.

But with this tutoring issue in her immediate future, she just might learn to hate it with all that she is.

Tutoring itself won’t be that much of a problem, if it’s in school. At least there, Trini’s got some form of control unhindered by the anxiety that her parents’ mere presence evokes. But that’s out of the question, obviously, and what’s more, her tutor’s going to be Kimberly freaking Hart.

Of course Trini knows she shares the same class with the head cheerleader. It’s kinda difficult to ignore that fact when every time Kim enters the classroom, everyone watches with rapt attention. She’s never alone, with their schoolmates always seeking her out and begging for her to notice them.

It’s ridiculous, is what it is—the way the entire student body seems to fall on their feet at Kimberly’s every whim—and Trini decides to hate her on principle.

(“You know that’s a lie,” Zack said when she told her about it. “Your little gay heart just can’t handle that much beauty without overheating.”

“Shut the fuck up, Taylor,” she said, because Zack’s an ass and he knew nothing.

In all likelihood, Kimberly Hart has no damn idea who the fuck Trini is, and Trini sure as hell doesn’t care either way.)

Anyway. Yeah. Trini’s not a fan of her tutor, which is why this whole tutoring thing is probably never gonna work.


Scratch that.

This whole tutoring thing is definitely never gonna work.

When Trini gets home, the first thing she sees is a pink Audi parked in the driveway, and her stomach flips on itself.



Trini just about freezes on the spot when she sees Kimberly freaking Hart sitting like a goddamn Disney princess in her middle-class family’s living room, beside Trini’s mother, the both of them sipping tea from the good Chinaware reserved for holidays and for guests her mother wants to impress—which apparently includes Angel Grove High’s resident queen bee.

Trini is not blind. She knows one of the reasons Kim’s such a popular girl is because her beauty honestly transcends the mortal plane. Her hair’s luscious and falls in gentle waves, neat and classy, even after she cut it off to shoulder-length. She’s got the jawline of a goddess, and her tan skin is smooth and looks soft to the touch. Her clothes fail to hide just how defined her muscles are—Trini knows because she’s seen her running around in those squad uniforms that barely leaves anything to the imagination.

But Kimberly’s eyes are what captivates her the most.

Her eyes remind Trini of hot chocolate on a winter night, warm and comforting; she could almost smell woodsmoke from the fireplace, could almost hear the flame crackling and the sound of leaves crunching underfoot, could almost see wolf’s fur shining beneath the moonlight. Kim’s eyes are compelling, magnetic, not taking no for an answer.

She looks up at Trini with those damn eyes, and her smile?


Her smile is like a flickering shadow, like an illicit affair, like bourbon at 3:00 a.m.—thrilling, electrifying, demanding one’s utmost devotion.

Trini internally curses and bites her tongue.

This is shaping up to be a huge fucking problem.


Trini’s mother leaves the two of them after shooting Trini a glare that warns her of another lecture in her immediate future and profusely apologising to Kimberly for Trini’s lateness. Kimberly just smiles, saying it’s fine, and “It’s my fault anyway, cheer practice ended early and I probably should have waited a bit before coming over.”

(And Trini’s mother just about looks on the verge of singing Kimberly the Ave Maria, honestly.)

When they’re finally alone, Kimberly stands and offers Trini her hand. “Hi, I’m Kim.”

“I know,” Trini says. It’s rather rude, she realises, and she sighs. “Sorry. Yeah. I know who you are. I mean.” She clamps her lips together before digging herself further into mortification. “Trini.”

And when she shakes Kim’s hand, she just about spontaneously explodes, because she’s correct and Kim’s skin is indeed soft to the touch, holy shit, and it’s like holding a silk glove that’s got electric currents running through each thread.

“I know,” Kim says, her eyes laughing, but not taunting. At least Trini doesn’t think so. But it’s quite difficult to think at all when that smile is freaking directed at her, full blast. It’s like a nuclear weapon or something, all white teeth and charm, like it’s a goddamn toothpaste commercial. “We do share a class together.”

Right. “Yeah.”



“Let’s begin?”

“Oh.” She huffs, staring at those endlessly dark eyes, but not without effort. It’s freaking hard to act all high and mighty when you’re literally just barely over five feet.

It gets even more of a challenge when you’re faced with the walking personification of grace and beauty and you start acting like a fucking gay mess.

But that’s not relevant as of now.


“Let’s,” she says, dropping her bag unceremoniously on the couch before plopping down. She rummages through her stuff to get her notes and textbooks.

“You know,” Kim says, settling down uncomfortably close to Trini, “I was sorta surprised when my mom told me I’m gonna be tutoring you.”

“That’s my mom’s fault, sorry.”

“No, I mean—” Kim shrugs. “I was surprised that you needed a tutor at all.”

Trini hums, noncommittal. “Why’s that?”

“You’re always on top of the experiments and lab reports, even though you’re unbelievably quiet during discussion.” Kim releases this breathy chuckle that sets Trini’s heart racing without permission. (It’s annoying.) “I’m pretty sure you even beat me by three points in last month’s project.”

That stops Trini in her on-going campaign to avoid Kim’s eyes as much as possible. Instead she meets her stare directly, proud of herself for keeping her voice level. “You remembered that?”

Kim appears a bit flustered, and she’s the one to look away this time, but Trini’s too busy looking at the flush in her cheeks to think about the reason behind it. “It’s pretty hard to forget when I really did my best for the project only to be beaten by the quiet girl always lurking in the back of the room.”

“I do not lurk.”

“Sure, Trini,” Kim says, and god if Trini doesn’t find that the sound of her own name coming from Kim’s lips is like some sort of music.

If this is just the beginning, Trini’s not sure how sane she’s gonna be by the end of this torture.

At this rate, probably not sane at all.


Trini is surprised to find that she’s actually enjoying herself, talking with this popular pretty girl whom she’s already judged without even really knowing her. Trini realises how much of a jerk thing that is, and she tells Kim so.

“I have to admit,” she begins, tapping her pen on a particularly tricky question, “I pegged you as a typical head bitch.”

Kim doesn’t look offended; instead her eyes seem to sparkle with amusement. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Trini shrugs. “You know, the head cheerleader stereotype perpetuated by the media and brought to life by the American youth almost without fail.”

“I was like that, not long ago,” she says, voice soft.

“What happened?”

Kim smiles. “Met some people who made me realise I could do so much better.”


“See you tomorrow, then?” Kim asks when it’s time for her to go, her voice low and like a secret promise, washing over Trini like the velvet of a morning storm.

Trini tilts her head, a smirk playing on her lips. “See you tomorrow,” she says, and Kim’s answering laugh will quench her thirst for days to come.

So. Maybe Zack’s got a point about her little gay heart, after all.



Kim’s a pretty patient instructor, launching into the sort of detailed explanations that Trini wouldn’t have been able to come up with on her own. Her work is organised, all clean lines and neat handwriting, and her arrows and diagrams make sense in a way at which their textbooks fail. She doesn’t rush Trini into understanding the numerous concepts, and has instead worked out that Trini works better when there are other things happening around her. So Kim talks about other things while Trini figures out molecular evolution and evolutionary synthesis.


“Fascism is an ideology relying on the argument of power and not on the power of argument,” Trini says, not looking up from a heart diagram. “Morality and logic are things not really taken into account when dealing with fascist agenda.”

She’s not really sure how she finds herself talking about things not at all related to biology—or even science in general—with Kim, but by the time she realised they strayed too far off topic, it’s already too late. They’ve already covered, amongst others, the politics of eugenics and even the socialist revolution—a discussion that comes so out of left field that Trini wasted a couple of seconds staring into Kim’s eyes before formulating a response regarding the development of revolutionary syndicalism.


“Here.” Kim throws a small box at Trini, who easily catches it.

Trini examines the box. “What’s it?”

“Just open it.”

Trini does, and she takes out a fidget spinner. “Wha—”

“You can use it whenever you want help focusing,” Kim says. “I can’t very well talk to you while we’re taking exams, but that’s a decent alternative. That way you have another outlet when concentrating.”

“I—” Trini swallows past the emotions balling up in her throat. “Thank you,” she says.

If Kim noticed the waver in her voice, she doesn’t mention it. “You’re welcome.”


Early the next morning, Trini leaves a box of glazed doughnuts on Kim’s windowsill, along with a cup of coffee—black, extra shot of espresso, no sugar.


Kim waves at her in the cafeteria later, a huge smile threatening to split her face in two, and a hush falls over the entire area.


“Why are people looking at you?” Trini asks Zack.

Zack laughs out loud. “They’re not looking at me, Crazy Girl,” he says, grinning like a maniac, “they’re looking at you.”


She sees Kim talking to Jason Scott, star quarterback, in the bleachers. They are leaning too closely to each other, their touches gentle and familiar. She sees Kim smile at something Jason says, and Jason grins when Kim throws her arms around his neck.

Zack comes up behind her, flinging an arm over her shoulder. “Come on. I got some booze from last week’s gig. Shitty and probably tastes like piss, but I think that’s appropriate, no?”

Trini pulls her beanie lower over head, allowing Zack to stir her away.

Shit and piss sound about right for what’s roiling in her chest.


She only talks to Kim during their tutoring sessions after that. She stops seeking her out, avoids running into her in the hallways.

If Kim notices, she doesn’t mention it. She’s good at not mentioning things, anyway.

They both are.


The fidget spinner never leaves Trini’s pocket, even though she’s tried to throw it away several times.

(She sleeps with it in her hand.)


A week later, Trini wakes up to someone tapping on her window. She sits up immediately, eyes widening when she sees it’s Kim, holding on to the sill, bobbing her head to signal that Trini should really move and open up now before she falls down.

So Trini lets her in, backing away immediately when she remembers that she’s only wearing pajama shorts with sun prints and an over-sized NASA shirt.

“Why’re you here, Kim?” she asks, mumbles really, eyes trained on her carpet, arms wrapped around herself.

“Are you ever gonna tell me what I did wrong?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Kim scoffs. “That’s bullshit.”

Trini snaps her head up, glares at Kim. She tries not to notice that Kim’s still in her sleepwear too—matching pajama set, with spaceship prints—though she fails splendidly. She also fails in not noticing that their clothes weirdly match. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” she asserts.

“Then why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m no—”

Kim doesn’t hesitate in cutting her off. “If I hear another lie from you, I swear to god I will throw you out your own damn window, Trini.”

“What do you want to hear?”

“Just the truth,” Kim tells her, eyes imploring, voice cracking, and it stabs right at Trini’s heart. “Just the truth, please.”

And Trini will never let herself be the reason Kim breaks down, will never be able to deny Kim anything, so she gives her what she wants, regardless of any possible fallout.

At this point, she’s got nothing to lose anyway, except perhaps an almost that can never be.

“Remember when we talked about how soulmates are probably those whose atoms were next to each other in the big bang?” she asks, and she almost smiles at Kim’s confused frown, probably wondering where the fuck Trini’s going with this.


“They’re drawn to each other because they came from the same burst of light, from the same corner of the universe. They have the same stardust in their bones.” Trini sighs, half a laugh, half a sob. Her fingers dig into her own skin. “That’s you for me, Kim.

“Oh,” Kim says.

“Please just go,” Trini pleads, because one more second and she’s going to fall apart.

But Kim won’t let her be. “No, no, I’m not leaving.”

“Kim, please—”

“You said your piece, and now you’re gonna listen to mine.” Kim walks towards Trini, and Trini’s vision is blurry with unshed tears. Kim’s hand is soft on her jaw, tilting her face up, and then Kim is pressing their lips together, and Trini’s entire world shifts on its axis.

“What—” Trini begins when Kim draws back.

“Your star made me,” Kim says, her voice now sure and steady, and Trini’s entire being is cradled in her hands, “and galaxies swirl in your eyes, and I’m on earth falling in love with you.”


Later, when their lips are sore from too much kissing, Trini explains why she’s been avoiding her.

“Trini,” Kim says, fond and exasperated at once, “I was asking him for advice on how best to tell you what I feel.”


“Next time, whenever you have questions or doubts, talk to me first, okay?”

Trini buries her face into the crook of Kim’s neck, and Kim’s arms tighten around her. “Yeah, okay.”


“That must have been a pretty dumb star,” Zack remarks, after Trini told her what happened.

Trini socks him on the arm. “Shut up,” she says, but she doesn’t stop smiling, and she doesn’t let go of Kim’s hand.

Kim’s laughter sounds like golden sunlight, bathing Trini in the glow of home.

they’re big nerds, i love them so much


Anonymous said:Being Dally’s younger sister but dating Sodapop would include? 😂xxxxx

A/N: Yes, of course! I love Dallas and Sodapop. I’m gonna make this more comical because I find that possibly if Dallas found out that his sister was dating Sodapop he’d be mad as hell, but he’s aware of how Sodapop is, so he won’t be so pissed off. But he’d still be pretty protective. haha ! 

Not my gif. Gif credit goes to the amazing creators!

Being Dallas Winston’s sister and dating Sodapop Curtis would include:

- Dallas clenching his jaw when he finds out, and practically flipping the hell out.

- “Dallas! Stop it!

- “I won’t hurt her, man. You know me.” Sodapop would say sincerely, his hands up in surrender.

- “(Y/N), stay the hell outta this! And you!” he’d point at Sodapop, pressing him to the wall by his shirt collar. “You watch yourself real well and don’t you dare hurt a single hair on her or I’ll go to jail, but not for no petty crime like assault. I’ll beat your ass to death. You hear me? You’ll be dead and I’ll be in jail for murder!” he growls menacingly in Sodapop’s face.

- Dallas always being on edge whenever he knows that you and Sodapop are together alone.

- “Hey, (Y/N)?

- “Oh my gosh, Dallas! Get out of here!

- “What’re y’all doin’?

- “Talkin! Now get out!

- You persistently slamming the door in Dally’s face.

- Sodapop helping you feel compassion for Dallas.

- “Listen, babe,” Sodapop would look into your eyes. “As much as it may bug the hell outta you, - and even myself-, at least Dal cares about ya! He don’t give a shit about anyone else apart from maybe Johnny. Don’t take that for granted. Dallas means well, okay? He just wants to keep you safe and I respect that.

- Dallas clearing his throat loudly whenever you and Soda get too close when he’s around.

- Dallas venting out to Johnny.

- “She’s my sister, Johnny. I just don’t like it, okay? Even if it is Soda. He’s a great guy but I feel like no guy deserves (Y/N). She’s all that I have left besides you.

- “I know, man, but you gotta let her do what she wants, I guess. As long as he doesn’t hurt her, then there’s no problem, right?

- “That’s the problem, man! Touching her in anyway is wrong. I don’t wanna have to hear about Sodapop talking sexually about my sister to his pals. It just ain’t right, Johnny-cake.

- “Man, I don’t know what to do about this. It’s Soda! He wouldn’t hurt (Y/N), let alone any other girl. He’s real kind to girls, okay? He’s gonna treat her real swell, Dal. Don’t worry.

- “I wish it were that easy man.” Dallas would shake his head.

- You get easily hurt whenever you hear or see Sodapop flirting with girls at his work.

- Dallas pinning Sodapop to the wall and giving him hell for hurting you.

- “What’d I do?

- “You’re lucky that you’re my buddy, Soda, but don’t play dumb with me. I’ve got the right mind to clock your skull so fast it’ll make your head explode! You flirt with any broad ever again I’ll kick your ass.

- “Dally! I didn’t mean it like that, okay?

- “Yeah, that’s what every guy says. You hurt her. You’re dead.

- Every time that you and Dallas are hanging with the gang, Dallas will lurch towards Sodapop and actually causing him to jump.

- “Relax, man, I’m just pullin’ you’re leg.” Dallas would laugh, patting Soda’s shoulder.

- “Haha, yeah…

- Dallas being your shoulder to cry on if you and Soda get into a fight.

- Dallas realising when you vent to him that Soda’s your life and joy and he makes you really happy.

- “You find, (Y/N) right now and make up.

- “What? I thought you didn’t want me being with her?

- “I don’t care about what I want, man! She needs you.

- “What? What happened?

- “I’m shit at these things. I don’t know what to do for her or what to say to her. Go make up okay? You make her real happy and I don’t know man. This shit is too complicated for me. I don’t get girls, but you do. So talk to her for the love of God!

- Dallas looking out for you, but learning to respect when to back off with Sodapop.

- “I’m glad you’re with my sister, man.”

- “I’m glad to be with her too, she sure makes me happy.

- “Just don’t spill the beans on what you two do in the bedroom. I don’t need that image of my sister.

- You and Soda always sneaking out to get alone time.

- Sodapop laughing when you tell Dallas off, because you’re a Winston you’re tough as hell, and you and Dallas are like fire and fire, you only make a bigger fire.

- Punching Dallas in the jaw for hurting Sodapop.

- “What the hell was that for?” Dallas would shoot up, getting in your face, pressing his nose against yours.

- “You gang up on him or hurt him in anyway and I’ll end you!

- “You can try.” Dallas sneers.

- “You wanna go? Let’s rumble!” you’d shout in his face before the two of you would errupt into laughter.

- Always getting into fights with Dallas over Sodapop.

- “Can you just shut up,  Dal?” you’d yell.

- “Watch your mouth when talkin’ to me!

- “I don’t care if you’re not okay with me dating Soda or not. It’s not your place to say shit.

- “You’re lucky you’re my sister because I’d say some things that would make you crawl under the floor boards and die.” he growls, clearly holding back.

- Always making up with your brother Dallas.

- “Dal?

- “What?” he’d spit viscously.

- “I’m real sorry for sayin’ all that stuff…

- “Yeah well whatever.

“Look, Dal. We’re all that we have left. Mom ain’t here and dad don’t care if we’re dead in a ditch. Other than Johnny you’ve got no one but me. So you’re stuck with me whether you like it or not. Deal with it.”

- “You’re okay kid.” Dallas would smirk, letting you know that things are alright between you two.

- Dallas giving Soda a lecture every time he’s about to take you out on a date.

- Dallas making Soda’s life and your life a living hell until you tell him to knock it off.

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TalesFromRetail: Best kid ever

On mobile so no biting

A women and her son comes into (large retail store) were I work at and immediately asks me were the clearance section is, when I point her to it her mutters a barely audible thanks.

After about 20 minutes pass they come up to my register with a pile of items ranging from food to clothes, I scan the food first and when I reach for the clothes she stops me and the following conversation takes place Cust: " How much of a discount can you give me?" Me: " Mam this is a clearance item therefore unfortunately I can not give you a discount as it has already been knocked down almost %80 of its original price" Cust: "That's absurd I come in everyday ( I have never seen her in my life) and spend hundreds each time. I deserve a further discount" Me: " Mam because I am not the manager I can't even give you the discount you want, however I will call over a manager to tell the the exact same thing." 

Manager comes over annoyed aready and makes the lady shut up and buy the items for the real price, at the end she says this charm

“I’m never coming here again, this is unacceptable!!”

The kid who has been silent this entire time says this

“Mom they are a huge company, I don’t think they will care if one customer doesn’t shop here again.”

She just goes quiet and walks out.

By: UnlawfulFoxy

Be Careful What You Wish For

Be Careful What You Wish For by evansrogerskitten

Dean x OFC Ash (me!)

The night before her 34th birthday, OFC Ash wishes her life was different. Suddenly she and the Winchester brothers are sent back in time as she figures out what, and who, she wants.

Warnings: Angst, Feels, Implied Smut, Promiscuity, Binge drinking, saying fuck a lot, Fluff, mentions of drug use, time travel. WC: 5704 On AO3

A/N: Why am I writing about myself? I’ve been going through a lot of shit lately, plus I was bummed about my birthday. So I decided to channel my stressors into this fanfic. I’m sharing this with a sensitive heart, so be nice. It’s my birthday anyways LOL This is for @jalove-wecallhimdean‘s Ghostbusters Challenge and this is my first attempt at crack fic for @trexrambling & @wheresthekillswitch Crack Challenge. Prompts are in bold.

I sighed as my elbows spread out across the shiny wood table in the middle of the library. Half a bottle of whiskey down, and I was getting sadder with each drink. I looked up as a whistle sounded from the bunker’s kitchen. Dean came around the corner, a beer in each hand. He stopped short when he saw me with the tall green bottle front of me.

With a tilt of his head, Dean walked up the short stairs to me.

“You okay?” He asked as he handed me a beer, and then moved the whiskey bottle to the other end of the table.

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Fun (Georges x Philip)

AN: this is short and rushed and I am just projecting I’m not even going to try and pretend that I’m not 

Tag Crew: @iluvnialljameshoran @hamgurlphangirl @stillcooli0 @coozls @huffleheyguys @artisticgamer @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit @usnavens @theoverlordofeverything @hmltntrsh51 @megabooklover18

Request: Anonymous- Can you do some cute and real fluffy Georges de Lafayette X Philip Hamilton? Maybe just Pip with a breakdown over school or just stress and it ends in Georges comforting him and cuddling him and old disney movies.

Warnings: swearing 

Word Count: 1,395


Philip had been gathering his things over the past five minutes so slowly it was painful, but this was a “the bell doesn’t dismiss you, I dismiss you” teacher, and he just wanted to get out of the school. The last thing he needed was a twenty-minute lecture and a detention.

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It was prom night. Without a date I was stuck at home playing video games in my room. Mom was downstairs with my older brother. He had graduated 6 years ago but he was taking a girl in my class. I went to get a drink but stopped at the top of the stairs and eavesdropped on my mom and brother.

Mom was looking over some papers with my brother, adding up all the expenses like the suit, the limo, the tickets.

“I can’t believe you can afford all this son. When you went to your own prom I had to drive you aha! Do you remember? I guess your job pays well eh. Too bad you’re spoiling it all on some high school girl.”

“Young girls are easy lays.” He replied with a smile.

“Jason!” She sounded stern but her face was hiding a smile. “You’ve got a dirty mind. Oh man and a dirty jacket too, look at this lint. Here let me clean this off.”

“Oh my lord! Baby look at your body! I knew you were in shape but I had no idea, you look fantastic!”

“Thanks mom, you’re not too bad yourself.”

“Oh stop it. You should take your little brother to the gym with you sometimes. He just sits around playing video games all day. He’s never even had a girl over before.” Her eyes lingered on Jasons body as she turned to grab the lint roller.

“It’s over here somewhere… baby… why are you staring at me like tha- oh god Jason what are you doing?”

My brother moved in front of her, pants around his ankles, and pushed her back on to her feet and pulled her head down to his massive, veiny cock.

“Jason wh- mmMMf, urrrrgglm…” She was silenced by his bulging cock being forced into her mouth.

“Shut the fuck up and suck my cock mom.”

“That’s a good bitch.”

She was groaning unhappily, fearfully. But slowly, the groans turned to moans… 

Finally Jason threw her on the bench and ripped her legging open with his bare hands.

“Oh fuck yes look at that sweet pussy. You got a real fat ass mom…”

“Baby please stop! You can still stop!”

“No… I have no interest in stopping.”

His heavy cock slid into her cunt like a warm knife in butter. She failed miserably in her attempt to hide her pleasure.

“I own this pussy mom- day or night if I want it, I’m gonna take it. Any fucking questions?”

“No -UHN, MMFF- baby-MMMF-” He spanked her ass hard.

“No, SIR.” Her body was convulsing in pleasure and she struggled to speak.


“Good job mum…. Go on and work that cock…”

“You like your baby boys fat dick mommy?”

“Mmmf… yes sir!”

“Are you gonna be my personal little fuck toy?”

“Oh GOD YES! Yes Sir!!!”

“Then get on your knees and let me paint your face like a proper whore.”

“Oh yeah, fuck yeah mom. I’m gonna blow my load all over your face.No- keep the glasses on.”

It wasn’t until he had covered our mothers face in his hot load that she thought to ask.

“Wait… is your brother still home?”


Jay Park

Give me a chance

I love you sista

Week day routine 




First Kiss 

Lucky to have you 

Weekend Routine With Jay 

You scared me 

Babysitting the twins 

Lost my Bestfriend pt.1  pt,2 

Halloween with the Parkers

Parker’s Birthday ! 

Giving in! 

Special Day for My Girl!  

The feeling of guilt !  

A break to reflect!  

Family Outing. 

Scared of commitment 

Forgotten Birthday

Jay’s princess being liked by a boy!

Messed up on Valentine’s Day


Caught up in the moment.


What are best friends for ?!?

Conceal his true feelings.

I got your back!

Decorating for Christmas with the Parker’s


It’s not worth being mad!

Keep it a secret from Mommy!

Sick Days

Halloween with the Parkers

Broken Leg

Positive Mind

Simon Dominic

Nice to meet you

Won’t happen again 

Your nothing like her 

Fineee I’ll Goo 

Simon’s Team? Always 

Grocery Shopping 

Home cooked meal 

I’m Here forever 


Clearing the misunderstanding 


Feeling insecure


In the end it was a misunderstanding

Nice to meet you

Up’s and down’s


Mutual Feelings 

How Could you..

Arranged Marriage pt 1   3  4  5  6  7  8  9 10 11


They don’t know you like I do. 

The differences don’t affect the relationship

Big brother

Ugly Duck


I Found Her 

Daily Routine with UGLY DUCK!

Valentine’s Day date with Ugly Duck


Blew up the secret!


Fell for you. 


Learning How to Drive


A mini visit

sneaky little plans


Birthday Gift 


A Surprise Getaway

 Drabble Challenge

#2 & #78 “Can you shut up for five minutes, please???” , “can you be romantic for once “- Gray 

#20 It’s just rain, you aren’t gonna melt! - Keith Ape

#22 I don’t know why I married you -Zico 

#26 “I’m stuck! Help me!”- Song Mino 

#37 “I had a dream about you” - Loco

#54 & #71 “Why’s there a pregnancy test in the trash?” , “we’re not fine” - Jay Park

#62 “I warned you. He warned you. Your freaking mom warned you”.- Jay Park

#103 She’s my daughter I can read her diary - Gray

#115 Ew ew ew, You’re so gross - Jay Park

#147 Zombies aren’t real, I promise.  - Simon Dominic

Concept: Ronan Lynch and Adam Parrish as PTA moms
•ronan would argue with the other moms all the time: “a bakesale Helen? Oh how original.”
•ronan bragging about his IVY LEAGUE boyfriend Adam and his brownies.
•ronan calling out the homophobic moms
•"everyone here knows you buy your shitty cookies from Jewel, Karen. Stop pretending.“
•Adam Parrish: the most polite savage you will ever meet
•"oh Hon, let the real bakers take care of the bake sale.”
•he gets sent home with recipes and playdate offers and lipstick smudges on his cheek.
•ronan and adam going to meetings together and shutting up the bitchy moms with their “horror twin” look or one icy glare in sync.
•Blue would laugh her ass off.
•"you said what about her cookies?“
•and beautiful henry cheng my child would offer advice.
•"call them by the wrong name, that’ll piss em off.”

Guardians of the Supernatural (GotGxSPN Crossover)

So Basically I want Dean and Star-Lord to meet and become best friends the end.

Dedicated to starsandblackeyes

Gamora was soaking wet and ready to kill someone.

She’d been on Terra for a total of five minutes before a random stranger popped out of nowhere and splashed water on her face. Beside her was Peter, who looked both confused and amused, and next to him was her assailant whose eyebrows were furrowed together.

“What is this!?” she demanded and whipped her head in Peter’s direction. “Is this how you Earthlings greet people!? By defiling them!?”

“’Defile’ is a strong word, lady,” the stranger huffed as he began to pull a gun from his jacket, but Peter was quick to spot his actions and stuck his own gun in the other man’s face.

“I wouldn’t,” Quill said flatly. The other man’s eyes widened and he quickly pocketed his weapon and held his hands up in surrender.

“Take it easy, man,” he replied.

“Who are you? What’s with the water thing?”

“I’m Dean,” the stranger said slowly. “And that was holy water—“

“I see no holes in that water,” Gamora cut him off bitterly.

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since everyone liked the post so much, have some sisterly angst.

Fandom: RWBY
Characters: Yang Xiao Long, Ruby Rose
Words: 1039
Description: Yang wants to go find Raven now that she’s met up with Ruby in Mistral, but Ruby doesn’t want her to go.

“She’s nearby.” Yang says as she paces back and forth in the Mistral hotel. “I can finally find her. Finally ask her why.”

“Yang…” Ruby says as she sits on the bed.

“It’s been years, Ruby. I’ve searched for so long. Now, now I can finally get it over with.”

“Yang.” Ruby says again, “Yang, don’t do it.”

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BTS; friendship through a screen

Finals are ending this week and DEAR GOD IT’S BEEN HELL but I’ll be writing regularly soon! (check this list to see what I may put up next at the end of this week. /coughs/ starting with the first that’s long overdue /coughs/

just a little something since I thought it was cute!

Check out texting-bts because it’s so good omg and this is based on this lovely post. ^3^

/photo credit/


No more squinting your eyes in the dark when he asks can we talk now? No more hearing his whines through the phone when you won’t switch on the video because you look horrible and damn it, it’s not a good hair day and he retaliates, you look beautiful! You always do so c’mon, just let me see you tonight. And though he’s seen it many, many times before through pictures, through movements of what a video call is all about, through short-clipped dubsmashes the pair of you would trade to make one another laugh, he’s not, not, not ready.There had been many times where you pictured him through the screen, of late night texts and good morning wishes that made you smile brighter than the sun, dancing around in your pajamas just after reading one text from someone across the world—until today, he will be face to face with you.

Here he stands with nervous hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet before he feels a vibration in the right side and he pulls out his phone. Your name flashes up and his eyes literally glow before he reads the text; I’m getting off the plane!

He wants to remind you to watch where the heck you’re walking—you’re a klutz! But then the nervous feeling in his gut suddenly changes to a foreign one of what anxiety and excitement is that he replies; THE TIME IS HERE!

He can just picture that frown on your lips as your next reply comes in; I don’t see you… :(

He snorts as he looks up from his phone, noticing how there’s a disheveled figure lazily walking out with hair askew, clothes as comfortable as possible and he grins, typing words that made your head shoot up; I SEE YOU.

If this was a horror movie, believe him, you’d be running away first but considering it’s not, the shock gets to you and he sees you typing away—he chuckles; WHAT.

Your hair is so messy.

He hears you groan and God, you sound just as beautiful as you do through the speaker of his phone and he bites back a grin when he checks the text you’ve sent to him, standing literally ten steps apart but you just can’t put it together that he’s just right there.

I just got off a ten hour flight and that’s the only thing you have to say to me.

He shrugs and takes one step…two, three, four… sorry, but it is.

With a frown etched to your lips, he checks his phone one last time; shut up and come and hug me you little idiot.

From then on, his phone disappears and the creases on your forehead deepen when there’s no reply from him after that. Sighing and looking up, your eyes widen when holy fuck, Jungkook’s—his arms are embracing you in less than two seconds flat and you’ve yet to register what’s happening but shit, it’s happening, it’s happening, oh my god now your mom has to believe that Jungkook is a real person.

After what seems like a millennium, he feels you relaxing in his arms as he takes in the scent of you, feeling you curl your arms around him with your face buried in his chest and he just knows that things are going to be different now. “Hey, you,” He says, leaning away to take a look down on you, with his eyes, not your phone screen tilting down.

“Hey, you.” You reply, smiling as you look up to him, not with his phone tilting up.


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Dirty Talk (Captain Boomerang X Reader)

Originally posted by dcvertigodaily

Notice: (Y/G) is ur gender…. :)

Requested: Digger flirting!

one where cap boom is trying to seduce the reader but she cant hear anything hes saying so she just giggles and it pisses him off and it ends w making out (actually just a prompt that I got from someone I forgot who….)

A/N: I wrote this in like 10 min but I think it’s cute, fun and quirky! Also I think at one point I changed his accent to English??? Oops

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if i like a post i don’t care how many times i have reblogged it. i’ll reblog it eight times in two days. five full pages of nothing but that post. no one can stop me. you’re not my real mom.

How to be a good Sugar Baby/ Side chick/Cheater..idk

-Always be quiet when hes on the phone
-Keep all your belongings in your bag.
( wouldnt want your lipstick, gloss, to be left anywhere)
-If you do wear wigs or extensions, dont keep combing and playing in your hair leaving strands everywhere
-DO NOT talk about his home/family life unless HE brings it up. ( we dont give a fuck anyway..js)
-CONDOMS CONDOMS CONDOMS! Bring your own , and take the remainders.
-NO excessively fragrant perfumes. Stick to Vanilla, pink sugar, natural oils. That shit lingers…
-No heavy foundations/ makeup that can smear places…