so happy i figured out that this can go on macs

read-play-sing  asked:

Yesterday, you reblogged a post that bought into the false dichotomy of convenience food vs "hipster healthy" food. "Mom&pop healthy" is as cheap/cheaper than convenience food. Get a fridge. Most fresh foods keep 2 weeks if stored properly, make a weekly grocery trip to have no waste. Healthy eating means getting the nutrition you need and not going over the calories you need. Apples and hard-boiled eggs are both convenient and healthy. Learn to cook. You can be poor and eat healthy.

Aw, howdy, puddin’!

I am…

…reasonably middle class, which is a miracle for a full-time author.
…equipped of a fridge, a pantry, a chest freezer, and a working kitchen.
…capable of cooking for myself and others.

I am also…

…the daughter of a woman who raised three daughters on welfare.
…formerly homeless.
…a fat woman who has to fight not to slip back into disordered eating habits because of items #1 and #2.
…someone who goes to the grocery store multiple times a week.
…regularly furious about food waste in my own home when people refuse to eat their leftovers/help eat communal leftovers.

So let’s go.

The specific post I reblogged worked from the base premise that it is easier to eat, where “eat” is defined as “get sufficient calories to not feel hungry,” when you are not making a concerted effort to “eat healthy.”  It cited things like “a package of extremely filling oatmeal cookies for a dollar,” and “behold, ramen.”  Interestingly, it did not cite anything to support the “false dichotomy” you’re accusing me of supporting: for reference, here’s the link  http://seananmcguire.tumblr.com/post/164447064675/heyatleastitsnotcancer-candygirl1997

(There is a cranky comment about non-GMO unicorn poop, but as hipsters don’t actually eat shit, that seems less “dichotomy,” and more “angry.”)

But hey, that seems suspiciously like people wanting other people to stop dictating their food choices and assuming they’re eating that way out of necessity, and not because they’re lazy.  That can’t be right!  We need someone who’s seen both sides!

And that’s why now, as someone who used to eat out of dumpsters, as someone who was lucky enough to be poor in farming country and hence have access to produce seconds (IE, bruised and ugly fruit that no one else wanted), as someone who is emotionally incapable of looking at meat before checking the discount meat bin at the grocery store, I am going to answer the question of whether it’s cheaper to eat healthy once and for all:

No.

No, it is not.

No, it is fucking not.

I live near an independently owned fruit market.  They have, regularly, red and gold potatoes for $.99 a pound.  They have big Idaho bakers for $.59 a pound.  These are some of the best potato prices I have ever seen.  Had we lived here when I was a kid, I would have eaten potatoes until I wept.  Assuming that potatoes are now the bulk of our diet, and that we’re only eating the cheap ones, that’s a pound of potatoes per person, per day, for a total of $2.40.  Call it $2.50, after tax.  We are now spending $75 a month on potatoes.  No butter or sour cream, because potatoes are already starchy as hell, and fuck taste, but we have potatoes!

Great.  Do we have a kitchen?  We didn’t, always.  For approximately 1/3rd of my childhood, this plan has us eating raw potatoes.  But let’s say sure.  We can cook our plain potatoes.  Say we cook them every night, and have hot potato for dinner, and then cold potato for breakfast.  Can’t eat the school lunch–pretty sure that’s not healthy enough.  So I guess we’ll buy and boil eggs.  You can boil eggs and potatoes in the same pot.

How many eggs do you give the starving, miserable eight-year-old to fill her up?  Ballpark figure?  Is it the same number you give her fourteen-year-old sister?  Is it the same number you take to your back-breaking physical labor job?  We’re ignoring the emotional and social impacts here, and just focusing on the cost.  So say three eggs each.  Maybe everyone’s hungry, but hey, it’s health food.

A dozen eggs is $2.00.  We are now spending $60 a month on eggs.  That’s $135 a month for a diet that is probably not making anyone happy, but hey, at least it’s all easy on the digestion, right?  And if you’re eating three eggs a day, even if you’re soloing this You Should Be Punished For Poverty diet, your eggs aren’t spoiling.  Assuming you have a fridge.

Hope you have a fridge.

Your children have now started going home with friends in hopes of being fed, but that’s okay, because it means you have fewer mouths to feed, and if you don’t want them to be taken away, you need to make sure they don’t get scurvy.  So we’re going to add milk ($3.50 a gallon, hope no one’s lactose intolerant, if you water it down and watch them like a hawk, you can survive on two gallons a week, which adds $28 to your grocery costs, good job) and apples.  Red delicious, of course, which taste like shame, but they’re cheap when the store has them…assuming you’re not in a food desert, where the only apples are coming from the 7-11 at a dollar apiece.

There are so many things we could be buying to make this feel less like a Dickens novel.  There’s baloney, and peanut butter, and generic mac and cheese.  But they’re not healthy.

Eating healthy is a privilege.  When I made a dedicated effort to change my eating habits, my grocery bills increased by 60%.  I have the receipts.  Not because I was buying “brand names”: because I was buying chicken breasts instead of whole chickens, because I was buying fresh instead of frozen, because I was learning to fill up on things other than chips.  That’s just the way we’ve allowed this country to structure our food.

Yes: allowed.  In England–which has its own problems, please don’t take this as me going YAY ENGLAND LAND OF PERFECTION–they have laws setting the prices that can be charged for “staples,” like chicken, and potatoes, and bread, and butter, and eggs, and milk.  It’s much easier to eat healthy there than it is here.

But here, it is a privilege.

And it ought to be a right.

Dress Code (m)

Originally posted by gotjhope

➾ reader x CEO!jimin

➾ word count: 6.3k words

➾ warnings: incredibly filthy smut with no plot at all | cumplay | dirty talk | tit fucking | slight demeaning names/ name calling | face fucking | oral sex | unprotected sex

➾ summary: ceo!jimin takes it upon himself to discipline you when your attire doesn’t exactly adhere to HR regulations

➾ a/n: okay look this is just my excuse to write a ceo!jimin smut… i just felt like i owed him big time after what i did to him in instant gratification :”) i speed wrote this in a day and didn’t proofread whatsoever rip…


The clattering sounds of typing, clicking and pages flipping lull you into a state of lethargy as your eyes flutter half-shut in your cubicle. Having graduated as an arts major two years ago, you’d never imagine being holed up with a mundane 9-5 office job that had almost nothing to do with your major. But bills needed to be paid and rent had to come from somewhere, so you find yourself trudging to work soulessly every morning, day in day out.

“Hey, are you almost done with those files I gave you this morning?” The voice of your co-worker Mingyu in the next cubicle jolts you into awareness immediately.

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YA Books With Queer Girls

This maaay be stemming from anger, as all my best ideas are, but I figured it might help someone find a really awesome book, and so I shall be your unofficial librarian for a sec. 

I can vouch for all of these books; yes, some are better than others (I mean, yes, Of Fire and Stars has an overly simple plot), but they are all very much enjoyable, especially if you’re not in constantly book-reviewer mode like I am whenever I read. 

Also, I’m focusing this specially on books with queer girls, because I feel like YA has a bit of a problem with wlw. They tend to fly majorly under the radar, while books like Simon Vs. The Homo Sapiens Agenda and Carry On get majorly hyped. Don’t get me wrong, I love both those books to bits, but still. I want to read all the books about girls who love girls. 

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Radio Silence by Alice Oseman: I need to put on of my all-time fav books here, first, don’t I? But, seriously, this book is fucking fantastic, and I love it to bits. It’s got all the amazing things: podcasts, nerdy people being nerdy, geeking out over sci-fi, it’s fantastic. Bisexual female MC/narrator + demisexual male MC + gay male side character + gay female minor character. 

When The Moon Was Ours by Anna-Marie McLemore: Guys. GUYS. This book is gorgeous. One of the most beautiful books I’ve read in a long time. Anna-Marie McLemore is already one of my top ten favorite writers and she’s only written two books, and this…I love this book and I want everyone to read this amazing book SO JUST GO READ IT, OKAY? AND it’s about QPOC, AND it very much respects and embraces true magical realism, AND the author is literally the sweetest person ever. Queer female MC + trans male MC.

Labyrinth Lost by Zoraida Cordova: This book is like a mix of Alice in Wonderland and a crazy fever dream. BUT IN A GOOD WAY. And can I mention the worldbuilding??? I’m in love with it. Bisexual female MC + queer female MC

Everything Leads to You by Nina Lacour: THIS BOOK IS FREAKIN’ ADORABLE. I mean, it’s about romance and movies and mysteries and it has a beautifully built slowburn romance and everyone is adorable and the romance is adorable and just ALL THE YES. Gay female MC + Gay female MC

Tash Hearts Tolstoy by Kathryn Ormsbee: This book is all about the internet! I mean, if you exist on a creative plain of the internet, you’ll see yourself in this book. PLUS all the amazing and totally important conversations about asexuality. Asexual romantic female MC.

Little & Lion by Brandy Colbert: I am SO ANGRY about how much this book has flown under the radar, because it’s amazing and so important and it addresses so many amazing things, and I just…Brandy Colbert writes the most fantastically realistic, flawed characters and I love it. Bisexual female MC + queer female side character.

Of Fire and Stars by Audrey Coulthurst: I need to mention the cover of this book, first, because OH THE GORGEOUSNESS. Also, can I say NON-HOMOPHOBIC FANTASY WORLD??? Gay female MC + gay female MC

Lumberjanes by Noelle Stevenson, Grace Ellis, Shannon Watters, and Brooke A. Allen: I shriek about this graphic novel/s every single time someone asks for a comic recommendation. It’s ridiculous in the best way and lighthearted and has the most lovable characters and can I mention the cast is ENTIRELY FEMALE? Gay female MC + Gay female MC + Trans female MC

As I Descended by Robin Talley: Gay modern day Macbeth retelling with ghosts. Want to hear that again? LESBIAN MACBETH. WHY HAVEN’T YOU READ THIS ALREADY? Gay female MC + Gay female MC

10 Things I Can See From Here by Carrie Mac: Okay, yes, this book has an awful cover but don’t let that sway you because I love this book to pieces. For one, it’s set in Vancouver, and I love Vancouver, and also it has probably one of the most realistic portrayals of anxiety I’ve ever read, AND THAT ANXIETY DOESN’T GET CURED WITH ROMANCE. Gay female MC + Gay female side character

The Cursed Queen by Sarah Fine: Okay, yes, this is a sequel, but I had to add it to the list because I’m in love with this series and this world and I LOVE IT SO MUCH. It’s gloriously stabby. Bisexual female MC + queer female MC

Queens of Geek by Jen Wilde: This book is a love letter to fandom and nerd culture and everything, AND I LOVE IT TO PIECES. I’m so, so happy this book is getting so much hype because it stands up to the hype and crushes it and I just love it, okay?? Also, I love all the characters. ALL OF THEM. They’re so fantastically written and adorable and I REALLY, REALLY LOVE THEM. Bisexual female MC + Queer female side character.

Get It Together, Delilah/The Flywheel by Erin Gough: It’s set in a bakery/cafe, which is enough to get my heart beating, but this book is just straight-up adorable. Also, if you don’t think I’m making panna cotta gelato the first chance I get YOU ARE SADLY MISTAKEN. Gay female MC + Gay female MC.

BONUS: These books don’t have queer girls as MCs, but they do have queer girls and are just overall fantastic. The Upside of Unrequited has a sideplot about the MC’s gay sister and her pansexual girlfriend, plus the most adorable moms in YA, The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue has a female character whom I’m like 99% sure is asexual, A Tyranny of Petticoats has a couple of stories that are about queer girls, as does Meet Cute

Also, did I miss any important books??? Tell me if I did because I want to know about ALL THE BOOKS with queer girls. 

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Day 7

Imagine Being The Volturi’s Secretary

For My Followers

Part 1

Signing up for a shady secretary job is one thing but said shady job actually being offered by vampires is another thing.

You’re not a skeptic and you’ve never exactly valued your own life very much so you took the job.

You quickly find out that the Volturi value your life about as much you do.

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“Your job here is to organize the schedule, pass messages onto the masters, welcome us as we come in, say farewell as we leave, do anything we ask, and collect the mail. You are not to open any mail you must pass it onto the masters. You are not to interrupt when the doors are closed, and you are not to divulge the secret. You can continue living your life in town but you’ll find you won’t have time to return to your social life. You will call members of the guard sir or ma'am and the three kings master,” the tall beefy guard explains as he leads me through the old castle. His name is Demetri and he seems annoyed at being given the task to play tour guide.

“Yes sir,” you reply. He grunts and leads you to a nice mahogany desk.

“This is your desk,” he says and gestures for you to sit. You nod and sit down at the desk. There’s a set of pens and pencils on the desk in a straight line and a mac computer. You fold your hands and look up politely at your red eyed boss. “You are to be here at seven sharp every morning and you leave at three unless instructed otherwise. You may have days off if you request them a week in advance. Any questions?”

“None sir,” you answer politely and smile. Demetri rolls his eyes and stalks away. Once the blonde vampire no longer watches you scribble down all the rules he said and place them in the top desk drawer.

You may not value your life but you value work ethic.

So begins your first day as the Volturi secretary.

~~~

You quickly learn names and abilities of all the guard except who don’t seem that bad at all. Of course they’re all horribly frightening and don’t care for you at all but they aren’t rude.

You’re good at your job and you assure to follow all the rules laid out. Even though your job is easy you never slack off in your free time. To keep busy you start hand making a calendar for the Volturi. Each month has a guard member or two sketched out on it while the three kings stand as the cover.

Your main task is organizing fake tours for Heidi to lead so the Volturi can eat without suspicion being raised. Though the screams haunt your dreams you manage to stop flinching every time a tour comes through.

Other jobs include scheduling trials for vampires who’ve broken laws, planning parties, handing on letters, sending gifts to friends of the Volturi, and anything else that is asked of you. Once you had to learn how to fishtail braid so you could braid Jane’s hair.

Overall you’re not happy, you ever are, but you don’t hate your job. The pay is nice and it keeps you busy.

~~~

“(Y/N)!” Jane snaps and you instantly bounce to attention. The blonde vampire is storming up to your desk with a murderous look on her face.

“Yes ma'am?”

“A trial is scheduled for the day of my and Alec’s birthday!” she hisses. “We were supposed to have a ball.” Jane is furious and looks ready to kill.

“I’m sorr-”

“I know it wasn’t you! You keep track of the birthdays ritualistically.” It’s true you have all the birthdays written down and you always plan something if the particular vampire cares about their birthday. “I want to know who told you to put a trial over it!”

Jane is glaring viciously and her hands are clenched.

“Mr Demetri requested it,” you answer calmly.

“I’m going to rip his head off,” she growls. “Thanks.” You’re stunned, none f then has ever shifted blame from you to another member of the guard, and no one has ever said thanks.

“Your welcome but ma'am, is the fault not mine?” you ask curiously.

“It’s not because I know you were ordered explicitly to follow all orders. I also know Demetri is mad because I stole his favorite cloak,” Jane replies curtly and then storms off.

You wonder silently if they’ve started to like you.

~~~

“Dear (Y/N) I wonder if you could help me choose a table cloth for Jane and Alec’s party?” Aro inquires with a sickly sweetness. He called you into the throne room for this express reason apparently.

“Yes I can master,” you say and walk forward. Your heels click on the granite floor loudly, too loudly.

“Never wear heels again (Y/N) they are intolerable,” Caius demands.

“Ah but sweet (Y/N) looks so delicious in heels,” Aro muses. “Felix, and Heidi certainly think so.” The referred vamps immediately hiss and scowl. You feel your face heat up in betrayal to your mind.

“How can they stand the sound?” Caius mutters but everyone disregards him.

“Oh hush brother. Now (Y/N) tell me which table cloth is best?”

You choose the red one which pleases Jane and Alec.

On your way out you purposefully take light steps to cushion the sound.

“Aro this girl has been here for months when will we kill her?”

“Caius we also discussed turning her.”

“We always say we’ll turn them but we never do.”

“This one is different.”

~~~

“(Y/N) will you come to our party?” Alec asks suddenly appearing behind you. You squeak in surprise and whip around to find Jane and him looking at you expectantly.

“If you request I come then I shall sir. Unless I’m indisposed,” you reply nicely.

“What do you mean? What could possibly make you unavailable. You have nothing to do outside this job,” Jane remarks bluntly.

“Ma'am the only way I would miss your party is if I was dead. In my line of work I understand that my death could occur at any moment.”

Jane and Alec both stare in shock and then a certain emotion you couldn’t figure out.

Before you know it Jane grabs your arm in a bruising grip and roughly pulls you to the throne room.

So it’s finally happening, your death.

Rearranging Myself For Comfort

So I’ve been getting a lot of people asking a variety of questions over the last few weeks; I’ve posted some on here and others have been direct messages. A lot of them, while different, all seem to follow a theme; tell me if you can spot it:

- ‘What would you recommend when going out dressed up?’

- ‘Everything is uncomfortable, what should I wear?’

- ‘Should approach my partner/friends about crossdressing?’

Spotted it yet? All of these questions are, at their basic form, about being comfortable as a crossdresser.

During every crossdresser’s life, they’re going to fell uncomfortable; this could be either physically, mentally, or both. I’ve felt it, you’ve probably felt it, everyone feels it.

Is it because crossdressing is something that’s seen as unnatural? As though you’re doing something taboo or forbidden?

Nah.

Let’s be realistic for a second here. We’re living in an age where fashion saw the boundaries of ‘normality’ and waved while they went sprinting right past; a man in a dress, no matter how feminine or masculine they look, is nothing surprising any more.

I’m gonna try not to sound like a bitch here, but it’s not them, it’s you.

So Why Am I Uncomfortable When Dressing Up?

1. Because That Dress Ain’t Right On You

I’ve said this so many times before, but I’m gaining hundreds of followers every week so I’ll say it again for all you newcomers (Hi there by the way).

Dress for your body, not what you want your body to be.

Dresses aren’t magical; they don’t just magically give you curves and hide your shoulders. If you’re going to wear a tight dress that starts just above the cleavage and stops just under the hips, you better make sure you’ve got the body to support it (go look at @abbycatsuk, she’s a perfect example of how this look can be pulled off).

Certain looks (like the short, tight dress one) is such a hard look for crossdressers; even experienced gurls, myself included, have difficulty making it work. It isn’t because you’re not good at crossdressing, it’s because these dresses aren’t made for everyone. There are a lot of actual girls out there that would struggle to wear something like that.

Instead, you should wear something that compliments your body type. @isabelladecarrington has made several great posts about this and, quite frankly, puts it much better than I could. It’s worth reading her work if you want to know how you can dress for a more feminine figure.

If you’re after the TL;DR version, don’t wear something short that will cling to your body unless you’re 100% confident it will work. Instead, try a skater dress, I’m yet to meet a gurl who doesn’t look natural in one.

2. Because you’re hiding something.

I’ve struggled a lot with this. Not just with my current partner but previous girlfriends and even friends. Hiding as a crossdresser, for some people, isn’t a choice but a necessity. However, for others, we hide it simply because we’re nervous of the reactions from those close to us.

When I told my friends I knew there wouldn’t be a negative reaction. I realised later that I struggled to tell them because I had made it into a big deal in my head.

This made me extremely uncomfortable. Any time we met where fashion or makeup was talked about, I felt like I couldn’t join in because I would out myself. At the same time I wanted my friends to know, but I felt I couldn’t tell them only because I had kept it hidden.

It felt like a bigger problem than it should have been because I had kept it a secret for so long…

Unsurprisingly, there’s an easy way around this.

If you feel uncomfortable around people because they don’t you crossdress, just tell them.

So many people don’t really care about it these days. In fact, in a lot of circles, it’s finally getting accepted as something that is simply a hobby, no different to collecting stamps or gardening.

The benefit to this; my friends ask me about Jess all the time. I get asked on a regular basis whether I’ll be going to social events as Jess or not, and sometimes Jess has even been requested to make an appearance.

This might not be a problem if you crossdress as a fetish, but for those of you who feel crossdressing is a part of who you are, it’s certainly worth a try. Worse case scenario, you find out who your real friends are.

3. Because you think people are staring at you.

Let me tell you about the first time I went out as Jess. I was wearing 6-inch platform heels and towered over practically everything and everyone in London (I was asked to change the batteries on Big Ben, I politely declined). I like to think that everything else looked on-point, but being that tall made me stand out.

I got a lot of stares from people when I first left the car, especially from an elderly drunken gentleman who couldn’t figure out if I was a man or an Amazonian. I had a few wolf-whistles and several sexual comments (probably out of jest, but I’ll take it regardless).

After a couple of minutes, I completely forgot I was even wearing a dress.

Confidence can really help here, and I can’t express how much better it was to be surrounded by friends at this point, but after not very long I stopped thinking about everyone else and just how happy I was to be out. People might have still been staring, but I was no longer caring.

The upside of this is that I only got compliments, not insults (to my face at least). Several people came to tell me about how they loved my outfit, some asked about my heeled boots and several people were shocked when they heard my voice and had simply assumed I was just hella tall.

The thing is, the people who don’t like it won’t make themselves known. The people who like/love it will go out of their way to let you know. The first step is the hardest, the rest is just a cat-walk.


Yeah… I’ve gone and dragged this on again haven’t I. 

For those of you who are curious, I’m still contemplating starting the Crossdressing Magazine. I didn’t get as many responses as I wanted but it’s clear that it’s something many of you are interested in.

Regardless, here’s a picture for those of you had the patience to read through this essay of a post (much appreciated).

Yep, those are the tower boots.

I’m going to post a photoset of this outfit tomorrow, so keep your eyes peeled for that. Until then, thanks for reading! I hope this has helped a few of you.

If it has, make sure you reblog for your followers too!

- Jessica Blaise x x

The Train - Part Two

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 4100

Prompt: Y/N walks in, and Harry notices she’s wearing yellow again, this time it’s a yellow sweater with a pair of dark skinny jeans and brown ankle boots, her hair is pulled back into a pony tail with a white scrunchie with little smiling suns and he swears that he has to squint to look at her. “Oh! I know you-you’re the guy from the train,” Y/N beams, “Harry, right?” she sets down the tray of muffins.

“I didn’t tell you my name,” Harry snaps.

Y/N pouts, “well yeah, but I’m also not stupid,” she says.

“Are you joining us today Harry?” the man asked, “I’m Seth, I run the group.”

“Why else would I fucking be here,” Harry grumbled.

Y/N grabs a muffin, ignoring Harry’s sour attitude, “here, they’re made with love,” she smiled, holding out the blueberry muffin.

“Fuck off,” Harry says. He watches as her smile fades and the glint in her eyes seems to disappear, for a split second Harry feels like a dick, but then he realizes he doesn’t care and Y/N should just shove the muffin up her ass.

Part One


Harry felt empty.

Drinking seemed pointless and as did life. He found himself wishing he could be a part of crowds, go out and enjoy life, but he couldn’t. Every time he did force himself to go out he was counting down the seconds till he could be back in his own space. He felt as if her were drowning, as if he were sinking and everyone just happened to swim right by him. He felt like he was screaming for help, for someone, for anyone to just hold him, to just lay with him, but no one listened.

He had disconnected from everyone completely, shutting off his phone, not checking his emails, or even going on social media. The only time he left his house where for the meetings, anytime Seth could fit him in, and train rides. Each and every time he hoped Y/N would be there, but after three meetings he had given up.

Harry hadn’t showered in three days and he looked like it. He wondered if he smelled but he really didn’t care. He had no one to impress and at this point anything he did felt like a ten-mile race. He almost didn’t show up for group therapy because that meant getting out of bed and facing the reality that is life. The world that tells him what he’s feeling is all in his head and he needs to get over it and write more music. The world that tells him it’s okay to have a fever or break his leg, but the moment he feels alone and numb he needs to get over it. The world that wants Harry Styles but not Harry Styles.

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Invite Me To Stay

Originally posted by eu-nasciassim

Theo x Reader

(Y/N)’s House (Layout & Build by   @heyitskatrina)


You rolled your eyes as you glanced at Theo’s truck. You knew he’d been sleeping in it. You regularly stole any leftover food at the end of the day and left it for him. You were sure the boss knew as they’d stared labeling take out boxes for you to take.


“There’s a breakfast and a coffee on the side.” One of the older woman, you worked with told you as you came in and shrugged off your coat, grabbing an apron. “Poor things been out there in the cold all night.”


“He’s been arrested twice, maybe we should convince the boss to give him a job.” You sighed as you grabbed the food and drink and headed over to Theo’s truck.

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Well, it’s that time of year again. School is just around the corner. In about a month, you’ll be starting your first official year as a college student! Let’s be real, you’re probably feeling some weird combination of terrified, excited, nauseous, and strangely independent, all of which is very confusing (as if moving, starting at a new school, and meeting 5000 new people in one day isn’t confusing enough). So, what can we do about this weird combination of feelings? 

Well, for one, I can offer you some sage wisdom (or something like that). You see, not only is this about to be my fourth (count ‘em, fourth) rodeo, but I specialize in helping incoming freshmen. I spent a year and a half as an RA, and I’ve spent the past year as an ambassador for my college of engineering, literally having the sole purpose of helping incoming and existing freshmen learn the ropes.

So, buckle up, because (and this is a long one, folks) here are Sam’s 20 pieces of advice:

  1. Make sure you have almost everything you’ll need for your dorm. Keep in mind that wherever you’re going will have stores, a fact your parents will point out multiple times, but also remind them that people will be coming from far away places, and they should get first dibs at the Wal-Mart shower caddies. (exception: if you are the one coming from a far away place)
  2. Play tetris with your stuff before the morning you move. Chances are you have a lot of junk, so don’t try to figure out how to make it all fit in the back of your hatchback the morning you head to school. Take some time in the days leading up to the move to make sure you have boxes that will actually fit in the back of your car.
  3. On the same note, don’t overpack. You need a lot less stuff than you think you do, I promise.
  4. Know that everyone is just as terrified/excited/nauseous/independent/confused as you are. You aren’t alone in this one. Which is strangely comforting.
  5. Once you get there, take note of what your RA actually looks like. I noticed this with my own residents, that even though I did their check in or filled out their paperwork, they didn’t realize I was the RA until about two weeks in. If you’re not sure who they are, or if they’re even an RA, let alone yours, just ask them. Once you figure out which one belongs to you, memorize their face so you know who to go to for help.
  6. Keep an open mind. Whether you’re meeting your new roommates for the first time or you were mildly concerned by your new neighbor across the hall, don’t make any opinions about anyone before you give them at least a week. Everyone is still figuring everything out, just like you, so don’t be too quick to judge.
  7. Let your parents/guardians/grown ups clean your room when you get there. They may not want to, but if they’re anything like my mother, they’ll only say they don’t want to and then start vacuuming and wiping down every surface they can find. Don’t try to stop them, just let it happen. They’re nesting for their little chick and it’s helping them feel better about abandoning you in a strange place.
  8. Don’t eat dinner alone in your room your first night. You don’t necessarily have to go out anywhere, you can eat Easy Mac, but see if your RA has anything planned or if there’s anything happening on campus. If not, take your Easy Mac or freezer dinner to the lounge and see who’s around.
  9. Introduce yourself to as many people as possible. It is perfectly valid to not remember their name during the first week, and this is one of the few times in your life it will be socially acceptable to ask everyone to remind you of their name 3 times in a row. But even if you can’t remember their name, you’ll recognize their face and feel more comfortable approaching them if you see them around campus.
  10. Find something that you’re passionate about and join a club or organization. I always tell my freshmen residents, as well as any incoming freshman I take on a tour to find at least two things they’re extremely passionate about. Find something within your college, like a professional society for your major, but also find something else. Whether that’s an intramural team or a hobby club (my favorites on our campus are the Lumberjack Club and the Cat Club), find what makes you happy and can give you a break from all of your classes. Now, keep i mind that you can join more than two clubs or organizations, but practice some moderation here. You don’t want to overextend yourself. You’re still trying to figure out where the nearest bathroom is from all your classes, you don’t need to try to conquer campus.
  11. Befriend an upperclassman. Preferably one in your major, but any will work just fine. What you’re looking for here is someone you feel comfortable asking weird questions to, like “SOS, I’m so lost where do I go from here,” or “Wait, which building was it where I can’t take the front stairs?” Also, they’ll usually have material from whatever classes you’re taking that they will be willing to pass on to you.
  12. Don’t put stuff off. It may not seem like a lot, but it definitely piles up. This applies to homework, joining that club, talking to that cute kid in your class, or confronting someone about that thing that upset you. Just shut up and do it.
  13. The only people you should worry about impressing are your parents and yourself. Make them proud, and make yourself proud, and you will have accomplished everything you should have set out to do during your time in college. Your GPA does not define you. It’s just a number.
  14. If the people you meet at orientation don’t become your BFFs, it’s not the end of the world. You have so much time ahead of you to meet the people that will stay in your life for years to come, so don’t stress about meeting them now.
  15. Be aware of those around you. For most of you, this will be your first time sharing a bedroom with another human, so be aware that they have lives and feelings, too. No one needs to hear you fornicating at 3 am. Also think about the other people in classes with you. Be respectful of not only your time, but the time of those around you as well. 
  16. Learn how to bake awesome cookies. Everyone will love you. Note: any baked goods will suffice.
  17. Call home every now and then. Your family wants to hear from you and make sure you’re still alive and feeding yourself properly, so check in every now and then.
  18. DO NOT go home your first two weeks of college. You’ll be homesick, and that’s normal and expected, but I promise you that it will only be worse if you give in and go home. Besides, you’ll miss out on all sorts of opportunities to meet new people and get plugged in on campus.
  19. You might fail your first exam and that is just fine. I literally got a 22% on the first exam I ever took in college, and they’ve let me stick around for 3 whole years. College is different than high school, and the grades may be lower than you’ve been used to. Just power through and keep working hard and everything will be just fine.
  20. Ask for help if you need it. I don’t care what kind of help you need, but you can’t get it unless you ask for it. Whether it’s in your personal life or class, there is a human who exists for the sole purpose of helping you through anything you’ve got going on, so call your mom, approach your RA, go to your professor’s office hours. The resources are there, you just need to know where to look for them. 

Now that you’ve read this, get off Tumblr and go introduce yourself to someone new (unless you aren’t on campus yet, in which case, keep doing what you’re doing).

Alrighty, that’s all I’ve got for now. Good luck to all of you, you’re going to rock the socks of your freshman year. Let me know how it goes!

Christian Yu x Reader: Let Me Explain - Chapter 2

Chapter 1: These Seoul Streets. | Chapter 2: Uninvited Guests | 


Word count: 2251

Series type: Angst, Smut (in later chapters) & Fluff.

Warnings: Mentions of sex and bad language.

Additional Characters: DPR LIVE (Dabin) and mentions of other artists/fictional characters.

Rough summary: Christian is your boss but also your best friend. You both have feelings for each other but his way of living complicates your relationship.

A/N: I am completely overwhelmed with the love I’ve gotten due to these series. I wan’t to thank everyone for reading and supporting. All of your comments and likes motivate me so much! Also keep in mind that English is not my first language, therefore there might be some spelling/grammar mistakes.


You blankly stare at your phone. Letting Dabin’s text sink in a little. You had a meeting at YG at 10:30 AM with Yura and her management. How unbelievably ironic.

You felt numb about the situation, not knowing how to wrap your head around it, reading Dabin’s texts over and over again. You left him on read, not feeling the need to reply or vent to him about what happened last night before Christian walked away. Back to the club.

You sit up straight in your bed, closing your eyes when you suddenly feel the childish urge to cry.

“What did you expect” you whisper to yourself with a trembling bottom lip.

This time he really did lead you on. This time he really did give you hope that things would be different, and then he turns around and does shit like this.

You fall back onto your bed, sobbing lightly. The lack of sleep which made your head heavier wasn’t helping your situation either. You curled up in your sheets trying to get yourself together.

You had to be professional. You couldn’t let this ruin your work ethic. Not like this.

After a while of feeling miserable you decided to take a hot shower. You stood there for about thirty minutes before you realized you actually needed to hurry if you wanted to make it to the YG building in time.

You put on a black t-shirt dress with combat boots and fishnet socks that stopped just below your knee, staying true to your trendy, dancer type-street style.

After somewhat fixing your face and concealing your tired and puffy eyes, you head out.

As you get there you realized you were on automatic pilot. You didn’t even pay attention while driving, making you wonder how you survive time after time, especially in brutal Seoul traffic.

“Ahh y/n-ah very punctual as always” Lee Sung Hyuk aka Yura’s manager welcomes you with a warm smile bowing to you slightly at the entrance.

You immediately respectfully bow back while shaking his hand. “That’s my job sir” you smile weakly.

You felt terrible. The amount of sleep you got in the past 3 days is what normal people sleep in one day. You didn’t have time for breakfast and even though you didn’t drink last night, you still felt dehydrated. Also the fact that this meeting was for Yura didn’t help at all.

Even so, you had to pull yourself together and not make it obvious to Yura that you knew of the situation or that it bothered you.

After accepting a cold glass of water you walk to the meeting room and kindly greet and bow to everyone there. The room was filled with managers, stylists, vocal teachers and other important people, but Yura was nowhere to be seen.

Everyone waited in silence for the past 15 minutes. You crossed your arms and leaned back in your chair a little. Pinching your nose bridge showing your frustration to all the executives and managers.

“I-I’m sure she’ll be here soo-” Lee Sung Hyuk couldn’t finish his sentence before people’s heads turned to the hallway. The walls around the meeting room were made out of glass, so everyone could see what went on.

Yura arrived with her sunglasses on dressed in a black hoodie and black leggings. She had no make-up on and quickly sat down after bowing to everyone apologizing for what seemed like 20 times. You inspected her attire and saw the logo on the left sleeve of the sweater she was wearing. It said DPR. It had to be Christian’s sweater. You try your hardest not to stare at her, but the fact that she was actually wearing his clothes to this meeting baffled you.

“I was held up at home I apologize” she says. At that she locked eyes with you. She didn’t realize you were there but when she did she cracked a little smile.

It took everything in you not to launch over the table and grab her by the nape of that sweater to beat that smug grin off of her face.

“Shall we continue” you boldly state looking straight into her eyes. “I have somewhere to be.”

The meeting went on as usual. Everything from outfits to schedules and skills were talked about. You couldn’t help but point out the fact that there was a lot of work left to be done on her dancing. It was true, but your petty self exaggerated just a tad bit more to make yourself feel better. Her facial expression dropped when you spoke about her lack of ability.  Knowing you were doing it to taunt her.

What comforted you about this all is that she’d probably be scolded afterwards for being late and not catching up with dance practice, but no matter how comforting that may be, it still didn’t make up for the fact that she fucked him.

The meeting ended after half an hour, and after saying your respectful goodbye’s to everyone except Yura, you walked out of the building as quickly as you could. You felt trapped in there. Almost not being able to breathe.

You walk through the main entrance, happy when the fresh air hit your face.

Sitting in that meeting made you realize one thing. You’re tired of doing things you don’t want to do for someone who doesn’t appreciate you.

You’ve made up your mind. You want out of the contract.

                                                      - time jump-

You ignored every call and text from Christian and Dabin, Christian obviously didn’t know Dabin snitched on him. Which was obvious through his texts.

You nearly threw up reading Christian’s messages. He called you for about 15 times in between those texts, Dabin on the other hand blew up your phone like there was no tomorrow.

You delete your call history wiping away the evidence of Dabin calling you around 43 times from 10:00 AM to 12:45 PM.

Dabin was a protective/worried friend who would always check on you from time to time. Mostly you didn’t mind, but today was not the day.

You stand in your kitchen making some of your special mac and cheese, when you hear the door open. Dabin knows where you leave your spare key, so he always just enters unannounced, probably knowing that if he rang the doorbell you wouldn’t have answered the door anyway.

Dabin followed the smell of food to your kitchen and sees you standing in your pajama shorts and tank top stirring in a pot.

He sighed. “Smells good.” Is the first thing he says.

You turn around giving him a look. “Yeah.”

“Yeah? You know I could be an axe murdered who just showed up. You might be a little more alert next time” He says sitting on your kitchen counter looking at you dumbfounded.

“Well Dabin, axe murderers don’t announce that they’re coming over.” You say a little more bitchy then you intended, walking over to a cabinet and grabbing two bowls.  

Dabin’s eyes followed you. He sighed grabbing your wrist when you walked passed him again.

“What, you don’t want some?” you ask emotionless.

“Y/n” he says in an almost pleading tone. “Talk. To. Me” he takes the bowls from you grabbing you by your shoulders trapping you so he could inspect your face.

You look at him with a frustrated frown. “What is there to talk about. Christian is an asshole. He hurt my feelings more then he ever did before last night, and he acts like he didn’t do shit. I had to keep my shit together at that meeting, seeing her stroll into that meeting with HIS hoody on.” You spit out. “I just can’t believe he played me like that. As if I’m on of his bitches”

Dabin closes his eyes. “It’s a fucking mess y/n I don’t know what to say. I told him. I told him you two needed to talk and clear up some issues between the two of you and then he does shit like that. It just baffles my mind. It’s like he agrees with everything I say and forgets after like 5 minutes just to do the shit he’s always done.”

You sigh at his words. Christian is the carefree type. He’ll do what he wants or needs to do. No one can tell him otherwise besides you. Or so you thought.

Dabin pulled you in between his legs and enveloped his arms around you hugging you tightly, trying to comfort you but physical contact when you’re having a hard time always leads to you crying.

“Even if he needed me around for the money and recognition for DPR he might as well be a little nicer to me. At least now I know he’s not using me, he’s just a genuine asshole” you blurt out.

“I’m sorry.” He says sighing into your hair.

“Don’t be, it’s not your fault. If anything it’s mine for believing him and falling under his spell again after he decided to be nice to me for more than 10 minutes.” You sniff into his chest.

“Don’t cry” he says letting go of you wiping away your tears with his thumbs. Dabin felt indifferent about your harsh words on his best friend. Even though what Christian did was fucked up, Dabin knows his heart, and it wasn’t like this. There had to be some kind of explanation to all of his shitty behavior lately.

“I don’t know what has gotten into him lately. Maybe there’s an explanation to all of this.” He says getting off the counter taking the bowls into his hands and giving you one.

“Right” you say rolling your eyes. Dabin will be mortified once he finds out you’ll buy out your contract with DPR. You’re not ready to tell him yet, so you quickly change the subject.

“Let’s just eat, and chill for a while.” You say putting some of your delicious looking special mac and cheese recipe into his bowl, handing him a fork.

He nods giving you a smile. “I actually just came by for your cooking you know.” He jokes to lighten the mood.

“Yeah I figured.” You chuckle.

                                                     - time jump -

Christian hesitated to ring your doorbell so he decided to peek through the window.

He didn’t know how to feel when he saw Dabin and you on the floor of your living room just smiling and talking away.

“Is this why she’s ignoring me, because she’s with him?” he whispers to himself in disbelief.

He frowns thinking back to what Dabin said to him in the club last night.

“y/n is loyal, funny, hella cute and hard working. She always puts up with your shit, she takes care of you when your legs won’t carry you anymore, yet you’re out here fucking around, knowing she has feelings for you, which you do too, even though you always try to deny it.”

Did Dabin just want you to himself all this time? Is that what that little outburst of him was.

Still he couldn’t believe his eyes, watching you. Like nothing happened between the two of you last night. He scoffed “wahhh-chiencha”

There’s only one way to find out what is going on right?

Christian rang your doorbell patiently waiting for you to open the door.

                                                         - inside -

“I honestly think I need a nap after all of that food.” Dabin says throwing his head back.

You got up taking the bowls from your coffee table. “Just get comfortable I don’t care” you say walking to your kitchen. Just as you put your bowls in the sink you hear your doorbell ring.

“I’ll get it” Dabin says yawning, walking towards the front door.

You wonder who it’d be, but you expected a package today so you didn’t think much of it.

“Hyung?” you hear Dabin’s voice echo through your house.

You look up in shock, realizing that could only be one person.

“What are you doing here mate?” Christian asked stepping inside. You quickly dried your hands walking towards the noise.

“I could ask the same of you” you say to Christian standing in the doorway to your hall. You were furious. Where did he find the fucking nerve to show up here unannounced?

Dabin closed his eyes. “Fuck” he whispered under his breath.

“What do you mean, why are you even angry? I called you like 20 times. Is it that hard to pick up your phone? Or were you too busy messing around with Dabinnie here?” Christian spat out to you.

“What the fuck did I do wrong?” Dabin asks cocking his head to the side looking at Christian dumbfounded.

You give him an angry look, balling your fists out of frustration.

“Get the fuck out of my house Christian.” You say crossing your arms. “I’m serious.”

“No” Christian simply stated. “Not until I know what the fuck is going on here and why you are so angry with me”

“Really Ian?” Dabin said to Christian in awe of his denseness to the situation.

Christian ignored him turning his attention to you.

“Y/n?” Christian said with an impatient tone.

“You went home with Yura. Did you think I wouldn’t find out? Really Christian. Even after what you said last night. Is that what you were sorry for? Because you already knew then and there that that’s what you were going to do once you returned to the club!?” you yell at him. You try your hardest to choke back your tears, but your voice already cracked multiple times.

Christian looked at you with wide eyes, finally realizing the situation.

“I-I didn’t go home with her y/n she went home with me” Christian says not thinking of how that just sounded still shocked by your outburst.

“Like that’ll make it better dude” Dabin says giving him a ‘bitch did you really just say that’ look.

You just look at him dumbfounded walking away from him and from confrontation, not wanting to cry in front of him anymore. You slam the door that divided your living room from the hallway behind you. “I want both of you out of here.” You say as calm as you could sound in the situation. The fact that you were crying was clearly audible from the sound of your voice.

Dabin slowly turned to Christian. “Hyung, you’re putting me in the most awkward position of my life right now.”

“I didn’t fuck Yura.” Christian says throwing his hands up in the air. “I didn’t. She was shitfaced drunk! What was I supposed to do!?” Christian fired his anger towards Dabin this time.

“Get her a fucking cab maybe?” Dabin yelled back. He had enough of this shit. He hated to be in the middle of his two best friends. “Let’s just both leave okay? She is in no state to listen to you.

Her judgment is clouded by anger right now. Talk to her tomorrow or when she’s ready.” Dabin calmly stated grabbing his older friend by his shoulders trying to get through to him.

“I hate that she thinks I would do something like that. I hate that she’s crying because of me.” Christian says looking into Dabin’s eyes. Hoping to find answers to questions he didn’t even ask yet.

“Hyung. Come on, let’s leave. Don’t make her angrier than she is right now”

“I don’t want to leave her.”

“It’s not about what you want right now Ian.” Dabin said letting go of Chrstian’s shoulders.

Christian simply nodded agreeing with Dabin, unable to wrap his head around the situation. He felt defeated. Defeated in a battle he didn’t even get to fight in.

Dabin drove Christian home. It was a silent car ride but the two of them didn’t have to speak to know what was on their minds. Of course it was you.

Christian closed his eyes. Frustrated and heartbroken when he imagined you all alone in your apartment, crying over something that didn’t even happen.

He planned to confess to you before he came to your apartment and talk everything through that had been happening over the past few weeks. He could have been hugging and kissing you right now, but a night that was supposed to be the start of something new for the both of you, turned out to be a night he could never have imagined.

“If she would’ve just let me explain” Christian whispers to himself staring out the car window.


Chapter 3: Confrontation

kang daniel | prince au! part 3

Originally posted by godkangdaniel

member: kang daniel
genre: fluffy
summary: prince au! it’s the ball and you’re in for one hell of a night to the  engagements to defying the king and queen and meeting the crazy bunch of wanna one princes but at the end of the night let’s hope you’re engaged to daniel the love of your life and the prince
requested: yes (kinda lol) if anyone wants to request seongwoo’s back story as a prologue y’all can even tho my requests are close
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 (final)


  • *night of the ball*
  • you and your best friend were at the palace with the guys 
  • daniel and seongwoo let you know 
  • all four of you will enter together with a special entrance 
  • and the guys will end up proposing during the night
  • and that they have a plan to make sure no one objects the proposals and that they won’t tell you two just to trust them
  • which you both reluctantly did
  • it was weird knowing that your boyfriend was going to propose but eh you didn’t really care
  • you loved him and he loved you and that was the most important thing 
  • 3 hours before the entrance 
  • all four of you were watching tv but you both decided to get ready
  • the guys complained
  • “whyyyyyy do you need to go early keep on cuddling with meeee” daniel whined cutely
  • “stayyyyy come onnnn” seongwoo added
  • “nuh uh we need to go and get ready” you quipped back
  • “such girls” seongwoo muttered under your breath
  • making your best friend hitting him in the head and him groaning ow
  • you both laugh and head to the guest rooms you both were assigned to 
  • you individually shower
  • then get ready together
  • but first you just lip sync to songs and hilariously dance around
  • POP THAT BOOTAY lol kms
  • then you do each others hair and makeup
  • and then having a mini freak out sesh that you guys are actually gonna get engaged tonight 
  • you finally put on your heels and get ready to go out with like a minute to spare
  • you walk out first and walk down a staircase which stops where the guys are waiting
  • you walk down with the most poise and grace you can muster
  • which you learnt from all those bloody princess lessons
  • which were the most boring things in the world
  • daniel sees you and all he wanted to do was kiss you right there and then 
  • and more than that
  • you looked so beautiful 
  • but to him the beaming smile you wore on your face was the thing he loved the most
  • you reach him and he swiftly kisses you on the lips and says
  • “you look beautiful, my future wife”
  • he then blushes so hard and cringes at what he said
  • and seongwoo just slaps him self in the head and just groans muttering about how daniel was so whipped for you
  • you laugh softly enjoying how adorable he looked and was
  • “you look handsome too, future husband” you say cutely
  • he smiles at you lovingly making you feel all warm
  • your best friend then comes down the stairs and seongwoo has nearly the same reaction to her as daniel did to you
  • which daniel of course teased seongwoo for
  • you guys all get ready to enter to the ballroom
  • they announce the crown princes and their dates
  • the doors swing open and you four walk gracefully on to the small platform which split into two staircases
  • you see the king and queen looking very confused and a bit pissed the fact you’re not on seongwoo’s arm
  • seongwoo just smirks at them
  • he loves his parents but forcing him into an arranged marriage made him sour af
  • you look at your parents they both look a bit confused
  • you smile to yourself amused as you reach the ballroom 
  • luckily this wasn’t a sit down dinner because if it was that would lead to a lot of awkward questions
  • you and daniel have to be the first to dance in the ballroom 
  • being tradition and all
  • literally all you could think of is “DON’T TRIP” and “shit daniel looks soooo good”
  • as you start dancing both of you relax and actually enjoy it
  • everyone could literally see the love radiating off you two
  • the shy smiles, raising of eyebrows, small chuckles, and whispers
  • which they thought were compliments or sweet nothings
  • but no you guys were talking about whether mac n cheese is better with or without bacon
  • but
  • you two couldn’t take your eyes off each other
  • then daniel suddenly blurts out
  • “are you 100% sure you want to get married? because if you don’t want to i’ll call off everything and deal with the consequences alone. i want you to be happy and if that’s not with me i’m fine with that i just want to see you happy okay?” he says worriedly
  • you smile lovingly and you shake your head softly then reassuringly say 
  • “daniel listen to me, i love you so much and i do not want to marry you anyone else but you. i want to build a family with you, see OUR children grow up, make memories with you, be the most in love and best king and queen this kingdom has ever seen and grow old together. okay? i want to do that with you”
  • by the time you end your little speech your noses are touching and daniel just looks at you with pure love and adoration 
  • and his instincts just kick in 
  • daniel after hearing that literally couldn’t help but stop dancing which makes you and everyone included super confused
  • daniel raises his hand cueing the music to stop which it does instantly
  • cause he’s the bloody prince
  • seongwoo knows what happening and quickly grabs your best friend’s hand and heads to the entrance you went through to put daniel and seongwoo’s plan into action making your best friend super confused 
  • daniel checks to make sure seongwoo and y/b/f/n is at the small balcony in front of the entrance 
  • then he kneels down making everyone gasp
  • and even you knowing he was going to propose
  • literally feels like a million of butterflies of excitement and love fluttering everywhere
  • and you squeak as he starts speaking
  • “y/n gosh where do i start, you are absolute and utter perfection to me, gosh every time i look at you i smile and every single day i love you more and more if that’s even possible, you are my equal in every way possible and with you by my side i feel like i can do anything. i want you to be my queen literally and figuratively so y/n, i kang daniel, the crown prince is asking”
  • by this point you had happy tears streaming down your face and you genuinely never felt so happy in your life
  • lol emotional but me tho gosh i’d be so emotional i cry 24/7
  • but he finishes by saying sweetly
  • “y/l/n y/n, will you be my wife?”
  • you try to wipe your tears away and you try to nod multiple times
  • after you try to find your voice after croaking a bit you say in a shaky voice
  • “yes, yes, yes gosh kang daniel i love you so much and i will for eternity”
  • he laughs softly at you and he can’t help but feel like he was on the top of the world
  • he slides up the gorgeous ring up your finger and you’re smiling brightly while trying to dab your cheeks getting rid of the water
  • as he finishes putting the ring on you
  • he kisses you passionately 
  • and you of course returned it 
  • it was sweet and amazing 
  • the best kiss for both of you
  • you part quickly grinning ear to ear 
  • everyone is cheering including both of your parents 
  • but before everyone can surround you 
  • daniel says extremely loudly
  • “I HAVE SOMETHING TO ANNOUNCE”
  • “my wife to be”*cue his adorable grinning*”was originally betrothed to my brother seongwoo but since that contract is void, he has a chance to marry whoever he wants, so seongwoo everyone”
  • he then gestures to the balcony 
  • and just as everyone’s attention turns there
  • seongwoo also kneels down making all the women and girls squeal
  • but the king and queen also look happy so you were secretly relieved
  • he starts just as your best friend also starts to tear up
  • seongwoo makes his proposal short and sweet 
  • “y/b/f/n, i have loved you for years and you have always been the only one for me and you always will be, so will you do the honour of being my lovely wife forever and always?”
  • your best friend of course says yes but she only shed a few tears unlike you who basically sobbed 
  • they walk back down with grins on their faces and everyone cheering and clapping
  • as they reach the bottom of the staircase you hug your best friend
  • and daniel and seongwoo bro hug each other while smirking hella proud theif plan actually somewhat worked 
  • you guys end up taking the dance floor again
  • and you dance your hearts out
  • then after a few dances you talk to your parents
  • surprisingly everyone’s chill
  • and the kind and queen approve of your best friend and is also super happy with you just like they were before
  • your mum and dad are over the moon the fact your marrying the crown prince but also you’re happy
  • after talking to your parents 
  • seongwoo and your best friend escape to the gardens to do god knows what
  • daniel whispers into your ear “let me introduce you to some friends”
  • he leads you to a rowdy group of guys 
  • “y/n this is the single group of guys of our group, the other guys are good-looking enough to get dates” daniel cheekily introduces his group of friends
  • “YAH KANG DANIEL!! JUST CAUSE YOU’RE THE CROWN PRINCE DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN INSULT US LIKE THAT”
  • a guy with brightest smile ever says with a fake frowning expression
  • everyone laughs and daniel introduces you to the 5 guys 
  • hwang minhyun, yoon jisung, kim jaehwan, ha sungwoon, park woojin
  • lol all the oldies hehehehehe well not woojin eh whatever
  • you notice all of them are hella good-looking and literally all the women in the room are staring at them
  • you introduce yourself and they all say
  • “we know, daniel talks about you so much on the group chat”
  • which then daniel adorably blushes at and tries to change the subject quickly 
  • “how come none of you have dates??”
  • “uh so well we agreed to all go solo except daniel and seongwoo of course but like daehwi and jinyoung are dancing with each other”
  • sungwoon says and points to two extremely cute looking guys dancing with each other, one shamelessly daehwi obvi lol and one looking super embarrassed but also really happy
  • you giggle at the sight of them
  • minhyun continues by saying
  • “and guanlin who came all the way from another kingdom is literally surrounded by girls. being the crown prince over there and his kingdom has sooooo much money it’s ridiculous” 
  • “but he really isn’t handling the attention well” jaehwan said while smirking and gesturing at who you assume was guanlin
  • in an all black suit looking very mysterious but weirdly naive
  • and literally being FOLLOWED by girls
  • who were offering him food, giving numbers and just shoving their boobs in his face
  • and him just stuttering the whole time and looking so panicked
  • ‘sungwoon help him” you say taking pitying on the poor guy
  • “whyyy meeeeee” he groans
  • “cause i told you to” you reply sassily
  • “you’ve barely met me and you’re already acting my sister” he complained 
  • which you just glared back at him 
  • he groans and heads towards the direction of guanlin making you smirk
  • woojin then says “and of course jihoon is surrounded by girls like he always is” while pointing at one of the guys who is surrounded by females of all ages
  • you laugh at him doing aegyo because of a little girl cried because he didn’t do it for her
  • which of course made him frantically doing all sorts of aegyo 
  • after a while the whole group including seongwoo and your best friend end up hanging out all together
  • and the hours of the ball go so fast with all the guys keeping you company
  • you all became so close
  • they’re all really like brothers to you 
  • the ball ends at 4am with everyone bidding goodbyes and getting in their limousines, carriages, sports cars, and of course guanlin goes in style with a helicopter
  • which all the guys complained about 
  • “he’s the maknae and he gets the helicopter. what does that say about me?” jisung complained
  • “hes too lucky and tall” added sungwoon bitterly
  • everyone just chuckled at the two eldest hyungs 
  • after everyone leaves 
  • you head to daniel’s room after bidding seongwoo and your best friend, your parents and the king and queen goodnight
  • as you were getting ready to shower daniel cheekily says
  • “can i join you?”
  • “YAH KANG DANIEL!!!” you shout scandalised 
  • “what we’re engaged??” he replies pretending to be clueless
  • “YOU DIRTY LITTLE SHIT OF COURSE YOU CAN’T JOIN ME IN THE SHOWER” you exasperatedly say
  • “b-but” he cheekily says
  • “no buts and no cuddling tonight” you end with a harrumph
  • daniel face just falls imagining not cuddling with you 
  • making you want to comfort him instantly but instead you harrumphed and headed towards the bathroom 
  • you were going to enter the bathroom but you squeal as you feel two muscular arms wrapping around your waist
  • daniel huskily whispers into your ear
  • “i’m not gonna let you ever get out of my arms if you don’t promise cuddles tonight”
  • your heart flutters and you smile at his actions but you face him and you reply
  • “nope no cuddles” you say in a firm voice trying not to laugh
  • then he showers with you small pecks making you giggle while saying stop stop
  • “only if you give me cuddles”
  • after a bit more of that and you try to stop laughing to say
  • “fine fine cuddles tonight just stoppppp”
  • “YAY!!” he cheers
  • while you giggle at his cuteness but before you can enter the bathroom again
  • daniel gives you a sweet kiss making you both smile
  • you quickly shower and change into your pjs
  • as you walk out of the bathroom your breath hitches
  • in just black basketball shorts
  • daniel is sprawled on the bed
  • shirtless
  • your heart flutter but you also chuckle remembering seeing him shirtless the first time eating gummy bears
  • and now here you are engaged and you’re going to be sharing your whole entire life together
  • for some weird reason the idea doesn’t even scare you it makes you feel all happy
  • because you know you really can get through anything with daniel by your side
  • you run up to the bed and leap on it and land right next to daniel
  • he wakes up suddenly and he looks you in a half shocked half sleepy expression 
  • you can’t help but chuckle at his adorable expression
  • he groans and puts the blanket over you two
  • he puts his arm around you and you snuggle into the crook of his neck
  • you put your arm around his bare torso 
  • your touch making him shiver a little making you smirk
  • you feel so loved and cared for in his arms
  • and literally everything feels so right
  • but it’s also like 4:30am and you’re hella exhausted so you go to sleep in no time
  • daniel is about to pass out too but before he can 
  • he can’t help but smile at you and kiss your forehead 
  • and whisper something before he goes asleep 
  • he will whisper it every single night to you and every single night he’ll mean it more and more 
  • “i love you y/n, i always will”

AHHHHH I ACTUALLY FINISHED THIS SERIES I HOPE YALL LIKE IT i seriously can’t believe i got 450 notes on my first part LIKE WHATTT???!!!! but thank you sooo much for all the love support and patience for this series I HOPE THIS WAS A GOOD ENDING please let me know if you liked it it would be so very much appreciated I LOVE EVERYONE WHO HAS SUPPORTED AND READ THIS SERIES

Southern Motherf*cking Democratic Republicans (Jefferson x Madison x Burr x Reader) 2 (Final)

Words: 2000+

Warnings: Consistent mentions of sex, flufff

A/N: i’ve been procrastinating on writing a second part to this because i suck, sorry. enjoy! also just realized that the first got more than 100+ notes? thank you loves!

Part 1


After that day, it was extremely difficult to walk out of your apartment without reporters flashing lights in your face or taking pictures of you. It was the same questions, like how does it feel to have three soulmates? And did you ever think this would happen to you? Three eligible bachelors fanning for your affection? But it was not what you imagined. It’s not what anyone imagined meeting their soulmate (correction: *soulmates) would be like.

This was just the beginning of your odd relationship with them. Burr would drop you off at work in the morning, Madison would take you to a local coffee shop on break, and Jefferson would take you home. Once he asked if you would go to his house instead, with a wink.

You didn’t.

It was hard. It was extremely hard to deal with. Your heart was torn in literally three pieces, fighting to share your love with all three of them. You were stressed, and you cursed to the universe every night. There were being even more unfair, they were making you exhausted every day.

Eliza said that you were complaining too much, and that you should appreciate what the world has given you. You retorted back, asking if she could handle having three soulmates. She blushed, wiggling her eyebrows at you.

You decided to not bring it up to her again.

After a few weeks of this, you decided to have a meeting with all three of them at your home. There were few reporters still there, and Thomas made the last few go away, with threatening to call his “resources” to make them get fired. They quickly dispersed after that, never showing their faces to you again. You shook your head at Thomas’s threat, but he insisted that it was for your privacy, and that he would do everything in his power to keep the media out of your lives.

You ordered takeout that night, the boys wanting to buy it for you instead. You scowled them for the hundredth time that day, telling them that you had enough money to spare. You appreciated their kindness, but sometimes, you wanted to treat them instead.

You heard a knock on the door, and opened it, your three soulmates standing there in front of you. You couldn’t ignore the throbbing in your chest when you saw them, the universe reminding you that you loved them more than anything. Jefferson wore a dark purple shirt tonight, his hair neatly combed (if you could do that to the curls on his head). He walked in, kissing your forehead softly. Madison strolled by next, wearing a dark blue shirt. The smile on his face made you grin back at him, he kissed your cheek. Burr was the last, wearing a black shirt. He pulled you into a hug instead, holding you as tight as possible.

They all gathered in the kitchen, sitting at the small table. You lived alone, so a small table with four chairs seemed enough for you, at the time. Now that these massive men were in your home, you made a mental note to buy a bigger table. The three of them were cramped in the apartment, constantly bumping into each other. Maybe a bigger apartment instead.

“How are you, my love?” Jefferson asked, gathering the plates.

“I’m fine, Thomas.” You replied, pulling out the rice containers. James placed his hand on the small of your back, telling you to sit down.

“We’ve got this, Y/N. You bought the food, so we’ll serve you.” Burr grabbed sodas out of the fridge, and James helped, putting ice in the cups.

You were extremely thankful for them. As you four sat down, Madison next to you and Burr and Jefferson across from you. You wanted to enjoy your moment with the boys, but you couldn’t help but bring up the point that you needed to make. They were chatting with each other, ignoring your pleas and gestures. After a minute of this, you rose you voice, causing them all to look at you.

“Listen, guys, listen. I, don’t you think our situation is weird? We’re all soulmates, isn’t that strange to you at all?” Madison was the first one to shake his head.

“Not at all. Before we met you, Thomas and I grew up knowing that there was someone out there who had the same tattoo as us. Once ours didn’t glow or hurt when we saw it, we knew there was a missing link.” Madison glanced over at Burr. “Two missing links.”

“James is right, this seems okay to me. Why, do you not like us?” Burr asked, pausing in his eating. You sighed, putting your head in your hands. You were constantly bombarded with mixed emotions from the three of them all the time. There was research done that suggests soulmates felt the pain and other emotions of their loved one, and vice versa. Since you had three, you felt all of what they felt.

Right now, you felt nervousness emulating from all of them. It was cumbersome to deal with all their emotions at the same time. Your head was throbbing, and you tried to deal with it. “No, Aaron, that’s not what I’m trying to say. I just, I don’t know if I can do this.” You whispered.

You felt a burning sensation on your arm, and looked at it quickly. The dragon tattoo on your arm was burning bright red, fading the tail of the dragon. You widened your eyes at your arm, looking at your soulmates. They were all looking at theirs as well, watching it fade.

“You’re rejecting us, Y/N?” Thomas whispered, a small bit of sorrow in his eyes.

“No, I’m not, I-“

“We’ve researched this for our whole lives, Y/N, don’t you remember? We know what happens to soulmates when one of them rejects the other. Your tattoo begins to fade. As you grow away from them, it continues to dissipate, until there is nothing left. We know what we’re talking about.” Thomas hissed, growing angry. You shook your head, looking at the dragon.

“I don’t know how I feel about all of you, about this.” You whispered. “I care about all of you, but it’s like I’m not myself anymore. It’s like, everything you guys think, everything you do, consumes me. I can’t think around you all.”

Burr grabbed your fingers, his eyes pleading with you. “We can figure this out, we are scientists. We can make it easier for you to handle. Just, just don’t give up on us, please.” Burr said desperately. You hated hearing his voice shake, but you needed some space, and space. To deal with this.

You nodded, hearing Burr sigh in relief. He was the most sensitive out of the four of you. Since you two have met, he needed constant reassurance that you were not going to leave him. You always wondered why, but never found the time to ask him about it.

“I won’t give up on you three, I need some time. I need some time to stop these headaches that I’m getting. It’s hard enough to deal with my own emotions, let alone three other people.” They nodded. You sensed relief from the rest of them, and it calmed your headache. Dealing with positive emotions were much easier than negative ones.

“Can we eat in piece, now?” Thomas mumbled, grabbing an egg roll from the pile. You smiled at him, picking the sweet and sour chicken out of the middle. “Y/N, I told you to get soy sauce.” He grumbled, staring at the sauces on the table.

“I asked the lady for it, did she not put any in the bag?” Thomas pouted, and you told him to check in the closet for sauce. Fortunately, you saved packages from previous takeout. He grinned happily, sitting back down next to Burr. “Guys, I have a question.” They all looked up at you. “Do you, do you feel the same way about each other like I feel about you. You know, romantic feelings?” Burr laughed, glancing at the two men next to him.

“Why do you ask?” Madison asked.

“Because, it seems weird that we’re soulmates and I only love you, but you don’t love each other.”

“Good question.” Thomas replied, lending you no more information. You rolled your eyes at his lack of a response.

“Come on.” You grumbled.

“We do, love each other.” Madison answered for them, twirling noodles in his fork. “Before we met you, it was more like a brotherly love. We knew we were soulmates, too, so that was kind of a given.”

Thomas interrupted Madison. “We didn’t know how many people were going to be soulmates with us, especially after we found Burr. Honestly, I thought it was going to be more than ten people, which sounds ridiculous.” He mumbled, playing with his mac and cheese. You made it for him yourself, since he was always unhappy when dinner didn’t include the “delicacy” (he called mac and cheese that constantly).

“I’m happy that it’s only four, Y/N. Three’s a crowd, four’s a party.” Burr winked, causing you to blush.

“But yes, we do love each other. Once our tattoos glowed, there was a click, at least for me, when I looked at the other two. It was like I was seeing them for the first time.” James replied, smiling at the other two. “I’m happy for us, I really am.”

“And we’ll have great sex.” Thomas murmured, making your face reddened even more than before. You were reminded of Eliza’s look when she mentioned the four of you.

“You’re embarrassing Y/N.” Burr chuckled. Thomas looked up from his food, smirking at you. He wiggled his eyebrows, nudging Burr. Burr grinned, putting his hand on Thomas’s thigh.

“Can we stop talking about the deed? I just want to watch a movie later.” You mumbled. Who knows what emotions you would feel when that happened.

“And after…?” Madison questioned, giving you an evil grin. You gasped, surprised at how blunt Madison was. He was usually the one to mediate and calm everyone down, but it seems like tonight, he was encouraging the other two. You snickered.

“Let’s just focus on the movie right now.”

“We’re definitely gonna f*ck tonight.” Thomas mumbled, and you threw a piece of bread at him. He raised his eyebrows, holding a piece of pork in his hand. You warned him with your eyes, and he grinned, tossing the piece of food at you. The sauce on it hit your face, leaving a trail of grease. You glared at him, picking up the rice container in front of you.

Thomas held his hands up in defense, looking at you. “Come on, Y/N, you started it! Just, not the rice, please. It would take me forever to get it out of my hair.” He complained, and you tossed it anyway, the pellets going on all three of you boyfriends. James sighed, picking the rice off his food. Aaron laughed, grabbing the noodle container. He looked at James, then placed it quickly on his hair, giggling evilly.

James frowned, the noodles cascading down his face. “That’s it, I’m going to stop this right now.” James grabbed the soda bottle from the middle of the table, and poured it on Aaron, and you heard a gasp come out of his mouth.

You three began this insane food fight, tossing anything that was close by. After a few minutes, all the food was on the floor, stains were everywhere; from the ceiling fan to inside your closet. When you were looking at the aftermath, they boys stared at you sheepishly. You broke out into a grin, and laughed.

“You guys are so going to help me fix this up.” James grabbed your waist and ran, carrying you in his arms. You laughed, hitting him on his back softly. “James, we need to clean this up! I don’t want it to stain!”

“We’ll clean it later, but now…” Thomas said, grinning. Aaron was hanging on Thomas’s back, all of them leading you to the bedroom. The happiness radiating from all of them made your heart swell with glee.

And that’s when you knew. You knew that you could handle being with the three of them. At this moment, you could not imagine your life without them in it.

Opening Night

Prompt: The first show of In The Heights was complete and being the good girlfriend that you are, you decide to be sober for the after party.

Pairing: Lin x reader

A/N: A quick drabble to get the gears moving again. Of course I didn’t proofread. Of course I’m going to do it once I post it. I was inspired to write this because of the ITH that flooded my dash today. P.S.: DID YOU KNOW SONNY IS THE NEW USNAVI?!



Lin’s suit jacket was tossed aside hours ago, lost in one of the tables in the venue.

His tie was next, loosened enough to for him to breathe while he danced with wild abandon.

Then the top two buttons of his shirt came undone and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, the heat from the bodies that surrounded the dance floor causing the thin material to cling to his body.

It was hours after the first show of In The Heights was completed, and Lin and the cast and crew were having the time of their lives. Your boyfriend, the genius behind the musical, was living it up, soaking in the success of the show. He laughed that crazy, maniac laugh of his, and shook his hips like his life depended on it. Lin was a social butterfly, and he fluttered around all night dancing with guests and taking celebratory shots.

You knew that he had enough when he was onstage, screaming a freestyle that professed his love and thanks to the cast. When he spotted you recording him, he pointed at you and leaped from the stage to grab you by the waist. “Yo this girl you see, the apple of my eye, center of my life, is going to be my wife!”

“Please stop,” you snorted as you pushed him away.

He cackled and pressed a sloppy, wet kiss on your cheek. Flashes from cameras and hoots from the crowd followed, and he jumped back on stage, yelling at the bartender for another round of shots. He and Robin, the biggest instigator of the night, stumbled to the bar, their greedy hands reaching for the shots Lin requested.

“Lin,” you said, having lost count of how many times you’ve said his name in that tone, “easy.” You take the second glass from his hand before he had the chance to drink it, and you couldn’t help but grin when he pouted and leaned forward to reach for the drink.

“Here, take this one,” Robin chimed in, drunkenly pushing a glass into Lin’s hand.

“You. Stop.” You spun to glare at Robin, “and oh my god, Lin,” you laughed when he clinked his glass against the one in your hand before downing the shot in one go.

“God, I couldn’t ask for anything more,” Lin yelled, slamming the glass down into the counter of the bar, “I just performed on Broadway and I’m going home with the most beautiful woman in the place!”

You smiled, reached for his tie, and pulled him down for a long kiss. The tangy taste of the alcohol was exhilarating and his hands that trailed down your back left a path of heat in their wake. But when his hands roamed down to your butt, you drew back. “Lin,” you warned when you heard Robin snickering beside you.

Luckily Chris and Lac whisked him away, and you were left to stare at your silly boyfriend who continued to dance the night away. You were fine with watching him from a distance; parties were never really your thing. Besides, tonight was Lin’s night. He deserved everything and more for what he’d accomplished.

When you saw him start to undo the remaining buttons of his shirt, you rushed forward, knowing that it was time to intervene. “Lin please,” you giggled as he reached for you. He took your hand and spun you so that your back faced his front.

“My lips feel numb,” Lin whispered against your ear, arms coming down so he hugged you from behind, “and the room is spinning, but I fucking feel great.”

You peeled yourself away from his body and squealed when he dragged you back into his arms. You give Lac an exasperated look when he pressed his nose against the curve of your neck, peppering kisses against your skin. “Lin.”

“Nothing compares to how happy I feel right now, not even when I was up there playing Usnavi or when I finally figured out how to right click on my Mac – do you remember that? I want to live in this moment forever.”

“You’re a sweet talker even while your drunk, Lin,” you hummed, smiling softly at his rambling.

He sloppily spun you around to face him. “You love it. You love me.”

You wiped the sweat off his forehead and gave him a kiss, rolling your eyes when an inebriated Robin interrupted to hand Lin another drink. “We’ll see how much I love you tomorrow,” you muttered, chasing after the two when they began to start a conga line with the cast and crew, “when you can barely get up from bed because of your hangover.”

A white shirt flung past your head and you let out an incredulous laugh when you recognized that it belonged to your boyfriend.

Happy opening night, Lin.

Part two of this prompt fill for @wayward-authors-kitsune

college!au, angst with a happy ending

Avoiding Cas is surprisingly easy.

All Dean has to do is block him on all social media sites, park his car down the street at a friend’s house so Cas never knows when he’s home, rely more on public transportation to get to campus, and finally just never leave his apartment except for class.

Easy peasy.

That is, until Dean needs to go to the grocery store. He’s been living off Ramen noodles and mac and cheese for weeks now, too afraid to stop anywhere near campus in case Cas is nearby. 

But now he’s officially all out of beer and Captain Morgan and he figures he could probably use some non-microwaveable groceries while he’s out. 

He goes to the little market about four blocks away. He hits up the essentials first: booze, some hamburger, hot dogs, bread, eggs. He considers produce but immediately shakes that thought loose and decides that he’s entitled to some ice cream instead.

“Dean?”

Dean freezes,  carton half way to his basket. It takes everything in him to turn around and the moment he connects with blue eyes he really wishes he hadn’t.

Cas looks sick staring back at him, eyes glasses over with a sort of disbelief, like he thinks he’s seeing a ghost. 

He says Dean’s name again but Dean doesn’t respond. They’re both tense, like they’re about to draw on each other in an old western movie instead of standing in a damn milk aisle. 

As awkward as the moment it, Dean almost wishes they could stay like this. Because it’s good to see Cas, the flesh and blood Cas. He’s missed him like you miss air when you’re holding your breath. But he also knows that if Cas talks, if he tries to come at him, Dean will run. He can feel his knees bracing for a take-off and he’s not ready to look away.

But Cas does it. He takes a step forward and Dean immediately takes one back. Cas’s eyes travel down to Dean’s feet and he looks hurt.

“Dean, please, let me-” He takes two quick steps and Dean is speeding past the checkout lines, dropping the basket somewhere alone the way.

He doesn’t breathe again until he’s back in his apartment. He falls on the couch and draws he knees up, settling his head between his legs as he sucks in breaths and lets his head clear.

He’s so fucked. So impossibly fucked. 

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What Friends Are For (H.S.)

A/N: I’ve been working with this idea for a while now, and I’ve finally got a draft with substance, so I’m excited to share this with you! I’m really not sure if I’ll continue writing on this blog steadily, but I do hope I can share some more stuff with you all in the future. I hope you enjoy and remember that my inbox is always open! Ask me questions or just talk to me!


Harry’s knuckles rap on the door of Y/N’s flat for the 4th time this week, and for the 4th time this week, Y/N pulls the door open weakly, peeking out at him from inside. Today, her eyes are watery and tearful and Harry can swear he hears his heart shatter as soon as he catches sight of her. She sighs and her shoulders slump as she opens the door for him, her guard dropping instantly.

On quiet feet, he creeps into the apartment behind her and shuts the door softly. While he toes off his boots in the hall, he watches her shuffle back into the living room, where she’s undoubtedly been spending most of her time as of late. There’s a moment of silence before the television clicks to life and the apartment echoes with the sounds of some action movie. In the three years that he’d known her, he’s never seen her quite this upset.

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Help Me Study, Please

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Pairing: Mac x Reader

Summary: Hey, I love your work and was wondering if you could something like where the reader is studying for a test and Mac helps her for very answer she gets right, he kisses her cheek? Or something fluffy like that please?


From left to right, laying in front of you were - a stack of notes, highlighters, three pens, the history book you so badly wanted to burn and a sheet of sample questions to give an idea of what will be on the test. Hair tied up in a ponytail, a glass of water sitting on the table and wearing comfortable clothes you begun the painful process of studying.

15 minutes down and so far only 4 out of 8 questions had been solved correctly, and that wasn’t anywhere good enough for you.

Mac strolled in at this point and saw the scattered mess on the coffee table. “Whoa, what happened in here?”.

Quickly jumping up, you didn’t leave Mac much of a choice as you dragged him towards the couch. He sat down and fiddled with the notes that were in his reach, you slapped his hand away so he wouldn’t mess up the order. “Your just the person I wanted to see”.

“Well I’m glad, considering you know I live here”. He jokingly stated.

You didn’t have any time for jokes and shoved the history book in his hands. “Please help me study? This random test got dropped on us last week is tomorrow, and I barely know any of the material. So I figured since my boyfriend is super smart, could he pretty please help his adorable girlfriend with these stupid questions?”. You rambled, and at the end gave Mac a smile.

He looked through the text and thought about it for a moment, before removing his jacket. “Okay, this is how we’re going to do it. For every question you get right, I’ll give you a motivational kiss”.

Eyeing him, “How come this feels like the kiss is more for your benefit then mine?”.

Mac gasped and made you giggle, “Are you saying that you don’t enjoy kissing me?”.

Leaning in you weren’t about to make a point when Mac placed a finger on your mouth. “No kissing until you get an answer right”, he declared.

Pouting, you resumed your previous position and motioned for Mac to ask the first question. He picked up the cue card and read out loud. “What year did the first world war start and finish?”.

Taking a moment to think about the question carefully, you hesitantly answered. “1914 to 1918?”. Mac put down the card and leaned in, pecking your lips.

Instantly smiling, he went ahead and asked the next question.

The study session went on for about an hour, the pattern had become ask a question, kiss, ask a question, kiss, ask a question, don’t get a kiss. By the end you had gotten 17 out of 20 questions correctly.

Laying against the pillow, your brain was officially fried from all that learning. Your legs rested on Mac’s and he couldn’t be more happier. Whether it was from all the kisses he got, or because he was genuinely happy that you would pass the test, who knew.

“I should help you study more often”. He commented.

Staring at him amused, “You’re just saying that because you got a kiss every time I got a question right”.

Throwing a pillow his way, he dodged it and pulled you slightly down. Hovering over, his hands tickled your sides. Squirming underneath Mac, you were laughing.

After you’d settled down, Mac pulled up onto his lap. “Next time you study we should make it for every question you get right I have to take a piece of clothing off, and for every question you get wrong you have to take a piece of clothing off”.

“So strip poker?”, you replied.

He innocently smiled and you reached for the pillow that you threw at him minutes before and hit him square in the face. Not being able to contain how humorous you found it, a fit of giggles erupted.

“Oh, two can play that game”. He grabbed the extra pillow and thus a pillow fight started. Climbing off his lap, the two of you chased the other around the house for at least 10 minutes straight.

Mac finally caught up with you, dropping his pillow to the floor he stretched out and took a hold of your waist. “Want to go study again, but this time strip poker style?”.

Seeing how much he was beaming for the idea, you rolled your eyes and said. “Just this once, and only if you promise no-one is going to know about this”.

Mac eagerly nodded and helped set up your material for round number 2.

“If I get an A on this test I’ll make you breakfast in bed”, you offered.

Mac sat down on the couch and responded. “If you get an A I better be getting more than breakfast in bed”.

Shaking your head at his flirty remark, you sternly answered back. “Don’t push your luck“. Earning a deep chuckle from Mac, he cleared his throat and begun asking the first question.

Vanished

Summary: Based on this anon request-

do you think you could do a request on a character that has teleportation powers for some reason? like they were just born w them and the team/nick fury literally can’t find her until they set bucky on her, ensuing a cute lil relationship between them?? thank you if you can!!

Bucky x reader, FLUFFA LIL BIT ANGSTY, Word count: 3,636

TW: Bucky sneaks into your apartment through your window

A/N: Sorry this request took so long, anon! I tweaked it a little so the reader wasn’t exactly born with powers- it made the story flow a little better I think. I really like how this turned out though–I hope you do too!!!

Your name: submit What is this?


“Dammit, Natasha! Stop lying! Stuff keeps going missing off my desk and my hunch is that Fury has you stealing it, isn’t that right Nick?” said Steve, clearly irritated with the situation.

“I swear I’m not taking your shit Rogers. Just because you can’t keep track of your stuff doesn’t mean I took it. I highly doubt Nick has anything to do with it either,” hissed Natasha.

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I just…I just can’t even believe how amazing that episode was? So we have:

  • Mac openly talking about how he’s worried if his sexuality is bothering his best friend and trying to start an open dialogue with his other best friend about it
  • Dennis finally admitting he has feelings, BIG feelings (and apparently they hurt which is something I could have gone without but beggars can’t be choosers)
  • Mac getting Dennis his first Valentine’s Day present and it’s the one thing he wanted more than anything else in the world and Mac fucking knew it because Dennis is his best friend and he knows him better than anyone excuse me while I go sob
  • DENNIS ADMITTING HE HAS FEELINGS I need to say it again because it’s just so wonderful
  • The Macdennis was strong in this episode, as was Serial Killer!Dennis (so I was a pretty happy camper especially since they came together in the most marvelous way)
  • Hell, there was even some Chardee, which I something I can always appreciate
  • Also, Dee was amazing, just throwing that out there
  • We didn’t have soft-hair!Mac, but we did get swoopy-hair!Dennis, so I think it evened out
  • Dennis was Mac’s Valentine. And the look on Mac’s face when Dennis opened the crate and found the RPG was beautiful. As was Dennis’ face when he saw his very first present, second only to his breaking voice and watering eyes
  • “I love it. You figured out the one thing I wanted more than anything else in the entire world, and you got it for me, and it’s perfect” <– That is a fucking canon quote and you can rip it from my cold dead fingers
when days turn into months and months turn into years

word count: 1863 words // 9773 characters
summary: harry falls in love with a girl whom he doesn’t want to hide from anyone. in fact he wants to show her off to everyone.

authors note: request are open!!!

people literally dream of going to london. people love this city. how could you not love this city? but how could one love a city they’ve never been to before not even once? when you think about it, it’s nice seeing people fall in love with places they’ve never been before. humans tend to fall in love with things they can’t have though. and that’s not rewarding.

shopping in london was a normal thing for harry considering he’s always in the beautiful city. when he had breaks from the tour life he’d hit up a few shops in the city planning on buying something for himself. perhaps his mum or even his sister.

carrying two bags in his hand and walking around in an unfamiliar store while looking down at his phone, harry wasn’t paying much attention. he realized he should’ve though when he almost knocked into two guys and when he tried apologizing they cursed at him and walked away. he didn’t mind it that much considering the last thing he wanted to do was get into a fight. two against one wasn’t fair anyways. however, that experience should’ve taught him to be more wary and pay attention to his surroundings of course. clearly it didn’t when he bumped into a girl causing her to stumble backwards dropping her phone and her bags to the floor along with harry’s phone as well.

he felt guilt in his stomach and immediately bent down next to the girl who was rubbing her elbow. unlike the other guys he bumped into she was more calmer and didn’t seem like she wanted to kill him. in fact, she seemed fragile. she was smaller than harry and considering she was rubbing her elbow he figured she was in some type of pain. he mentally cursed himself before grabbing her phone and passing it to her before noticing a crack on the side of the screen. he sighed before speaking up.

“please tell me your phone was already cracked.” harry spoke, starring at the female in front of him. she looked up from the floor to the male in front of him. she knew who he was. she knew he was harry styles, however that was the last thing on her mind for many reasons. she was in pain. her phone screen was now cracked and she wasn’t planning on buying a new one any time soon and she didn’t want to come off as some crazy fangirl. she shook her head before speaking.

“no but unfortunately it is now.” she spoke, shaking her head before sighing and taking the phone from his hand. she put the phone into her purse and bit down on her bottom lip. harry grabbed his phone as well. it was fine. not even the slightest scratch. he sighed putting it into his back pocket.

“i suppose i should be more careful.” he spoke, shaking his head.

“i suppose as well. but no worries.” she spoke, keeping her eyes on the male in front of her. what seemed like hours were actually seconds. they were studying each other. she wasn’t as shocked as she thought she would be considering she was meeting one of her biggest celebrity crushes and idols. he kept his eyes on her before biting down on his bottom lip.

“here let’s get you up.” he spoke, before picking up her bags and lending out a hand. she took it and the male pulled her up … actually pulling her too close to him. they starred at each other for a second before she let his hand go and took a step back.

“i uhm.. what’s your name?” harry asked, looking at the girl standing in front of him. she gave him a small smile before extending out her hand.

“y/n. and you are?” she asked, starring at him. the smile she gave him let him know she was friendly and she wasn’t mad at the fact he had practically pushed her down to the ground a few minutes ago. she already knew his name anyways but still wanted a proper introduction.

“harry.” he spoke, before shaking her hand and smiling as well. “i-i, i really do feel bad for breaking your phone.” he spoke, keeping his eyes on the female in front of him. she shook her head before speaking up.

“no, well, it’s fine. i didn’t really plan on buying a new phone but i suppose that’s on the agenda.” she spoke, laughing a little bit. she put her hands in her pocket looking up at the male in front of her.

“can i make it up to you? maybe take you to get the screen fixed. there’s an apple store across the street. i can walk you over there. pay for it. it’ll also give me an excuse to get to know you better.”

“so you want to get to know me better?” she asked, smiling a little.

“so you want to get your phone fixed?” he asked, tilting his head. she was taken back by his sarcastic tone but in a way it impressed her. she nodded looking at him and he smiled. “then we can go.” he spoke.

they walked out of the store and out into the streets of london. there was a cool breeze and the wind was almost relaxing in a way. she looked at the apple store across the street sighing in relief knowing it was there. she didn’t know the male at all and she wanted to make sure he wasn’t trying to take her someplace else.

once they arrived at the store harry was super helpful. he talked to the employees about replacing the cracked screen. it took a couple of minutes but while they waited they got to know each other. she was enjoying his personality and he was enjoying her beauty and her overall attitude.

“so can you do me a favor y/n?” he asked, keeping his eyes on the girl in front of him as she nodded. “i suppose since you’re phone is getting fixed.. uhm. can i have your number?” he asked.

a small smile spread across her face as she nodded causing him to smile as well. after getting her phone back and exchanging numbers the two had to part their ways. however, they kept in contact. texting and talking for over six months. they were definitely falling for each other and tour life wasn’t helping the fact that they could never see each other.

harry (1:22am): when are you coming to see meee?

y/n (1:24am): you know i have work. im just as busy as you are. besides, i can’t just hop on a plane and go to america. it’s not like i have the money to just do that so easily.

harry (1:26am): you work so hard. take a few days off. i will pay for your flight. anything to get you here with me.

and before she knew it she was on a plane heading the a whole different continent to see the guy she hasn’t seen in person for half a year. it was risky but considering she knew him well and the both of them admitted there were some feelings there she figured this could possibly end well. and she was correct. because it did.

hugging in airports being excited to see each other. the feeling was much different. in fact, they both seemed much different. many protest about “harry your hair is getting so long” and “y/n, i swear you’re getting taller.” somehow in the conversation harry discovered y/n has never had sushi before and of course he had to use that excuse to take the girl on a date.

a tight black dress, light makeup, and her hair curled was enough to make harry say “you look absolutely gorgeous.” of course he wanted to take the prettiest girl out in the streets of new york city to eat sushi. though he felt bad with the amount of paparazzi that would be following them around but when she explained to him that she didn’t mind it he knew for a fact that nothing could even ruin the night.

and he was right. lightly tipsy and laughing at absolutely everything wasn’t even the best part of the night. it was walking back to your hotel room and sitting on the floor listening to fleetwood mac which turned into a bit of a makeout session. waking up the next morning with harry in the other bed laughing at the ridiculous headlines that were posted all over different celebrity gossip websites about you two.

“harry styles and beautiful mystery girl caught on a date.”
although, the both of them didn’t understand the usage of the word “caught”

neither of them were trying to hide it. he didn’t want to keep her a secret. he didn’t want her to think he was embarrassed of her or he didn’t want the world to know about her. in all actuality that was far from the truth. he wanted to show her off and he knew sneaking around with her wasn’t obviously the idea to go with.

and when she had to go home after a couple of days his heart was hurting and tears swelled up in her eyes when once again they were hugging in the airport but this time it was out of sadness. paparazzi taking pictures of her crying in his arms wasn’t ideal. however, she told him before she didn’t mind the flashing lights.

but he couldn’t let her leave this city without asking her to be his. and although his hands were shaking and his heart was racing he knew that if he didn’t spit the words out now she’d either lose interest in waiting for him or some other man would take her away from him. and he couldn’t live with himself if someone were to take her away from him.

pulling away from the hug and grabbing both of her hands keeping his eyes on her. he licked his lips not knowing where to start but deciding to speak from his heart. should he use his heart or his head? maybe both.

“y/n.. i-i really don’t even know where to start. talking to you for months has felt so good. i haven’t had that feeling in a while and i swore to myself i wasn’t going to date again. however, you somehow came around and i realized i had what i’ve wanted right in front of me.” he spoke, giving her a small smile before shaking his head.

“i guess you know im not good with words and you know i ramble too damn much. i suppose i should wrap this up before your flight leaves but.. y/n, will you be my girlfriend?”

and the question made her go from sad to happy in a matter of seconds. and of course she said yes. and of course he pulled her into a hug wrapping his arms around her smaller body before giving her one last passionate kiss before leaving.

and of course.. months turned into years.

Naive: Part 2

A/N: I’m so freaking happy you guys seemed to like the intro, I wrote this and a few other chapters up in one night! Hopefully I can get you guys as hyped as I am for this story

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: Just cursing in this chapter because I have the mouth of a sailor. The stirrings of sexual tension. The big stuffs coming next time though you guys I promise lol

Summary: As the goddaughter of Tony Stark you were no stranger to the Avengers, but when you meet the newest member- you’re a little more then intrigued. Unfortunately for him, Bucky Barnes has caught your eye.

💘💘💘💘💘💘

You’ve been at the tower for close to five-ish days now, and you’re still trying to get reaccoustomed to the enormity of the building.

Had it always been so fucking big?

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