sorry it took quite some time

@vess-hs huhu I’m sorry I couldn’t make your art, please accept my offering of a blushing V gif instead T_T my fingers worked long and hard to make him as cute as possible

It’s going to take quite some time (very long time) before my animations turn neater, but for a first-timer-thing, I’m really proud of this!! His hair gets poofier when he blushes, I don’t know if I want to hug or punch myself HAHAH


  • I believe I’m a good person.
  • I think there’s good in everyone.
  • I look around at all these people I’ve known all my life and I ask myself… what happened?
  • This ain’t no high school, this is the Thunderdome.
  • Hold your breath and count the days.
  • We’re graduating soon.
  • College will be paradise.
  • I know life can be beautiful.
  • If we/I changed back then, we/I could change again.
  • Hey, are you okay?
  • Things will get better.
  • Fight the urge to strike a match and set this dump ablaze.
  • What did you say to me, skank?
  • We were kind before, we can be kind once more.
  • We on for movie night?
  • What can I say? I’m a sucker for a happy ending.
  • He is the smartest guy on the football team, which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf.
  • I’m sorry, are you actually talking to me?
  • You’re a high school has-been waiting to happen.
  • Why do they/you hate me?
  • Why don’t I/you fight back?
  • Why do I/you act like such a creep? 
  • Why do I cry myself to sleep?
  • Send me a sign, God!
  • She is a mythic bitch.
  • I would give anything to be like that.
  • Maybe you should see a doctor.
  • For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure.
  • You could stand to lose a few pounds.
  • I don’t want any trouble.
  • Don’t you dare touch me!
  • Who could survive this?
  • I think I’m dying.
  • Are we gonna have a problem? You got a bone to pick?
  • I’d normally slap your face off and everyone here could watch, but I’m feeling nice.
  • If you lack the balls, you can go play dolls.
  • You just gotta prove you’re not a pussy anymore.
  • Why when you see boys fight does it look so horrible yet feel so right?
  • I shouldn’t watch this crap, that’s not who I am.
  • Could you be seen with me and still act proud?
  • It’s fine if you don’t agree.
  • I would fight for you if you would fight for me.
  • Happiness comes when everythings numbs.
  • The world doesn’t owe you a cent.
  • You’re planning your future, ____. You’ll go to some college and marry a lawyer.
  • The sky’s gonna hurt when it falls, so you better start building some walls.
  • Drink, smoke, it’s all cool.
  • Let’s get naked in my pool.
  • Let’s rub each other’s backs while watching porn on Cinemax.
  • It’s time for big fun!
  • So wait, it’s lime, then salt, then shot?
  • You’re doing it wrong!
  • You’re looking good tonight!
  • Woah, a hot guy/girl smiled at me without a trace of mockery!
  • Stoned. Zoned. I should quit.
  • Hey, is that weed? I want a hit.
  • I’m not afraid.
  • I feel like Bono at Live Aid!
  • Way to show maturity!
  • Quit it jackass, get off of me!
  • I didn’t need your help.
  • You need a jello shot!
  • I can’t believe you actually came.
  • It’s exciting, right?
  • Showing up here took some guts.
  • Why do you gotta be so weird all the time? People wouldn’t hate you so much if you acted normal.
  • There’s no alcohol in here! Are you trying to poison me?
  • I’m in your yard.
  • I’m a dead girl/man walking.
  • What’re you doing in my room?
  • Sorry, but I really had to wake you.
  • I decided I must ride you till I break you.
  • Tonight I’m yours.
  • Lets go, you know the drill.
  • I’m hot and pissed and on the pill.
  • You say you’re numb inside but I can’t agree.
  • So the world’s unfair, keep it locked out there.
  • How’d you find my address?
  • Let’s break the bed!
  • I think you tore my mattress!
  • Believe it or not, I knew about fear.
  • I hid behind smiles and crazy hot clothes.
  • The world, it held me down, it weighed like a concrete prom queen/king crown.
  • No one thinks a pretty girl/boy has feelings.
  • No one sees the me inside of me.
  • Jesus, you’re making me sound like Air Supply.
  • No one thinks a pretty girl/boy has substance. That’s the curse of popularity.
  • I am more than just a source of handjobs.
  • Call me when the shuttle lands.
  • I weep for all I failed to be.
  • You’re very quiet. What’s on your mind?
  • I’m bigger than John Lennon!
  • You got a left hand? Use it.
  • Don’t talk mean like that.
  • You make my balls so blue.
  • You are the only thing that’s right about this broken world.
  • I was a frozen lake, but then you melted me awake.
  • You’re not alone.
  • Our love is God.
  • We can start and finish wars, We’re what killed the dinosaurs.
  • I worship you.
  • I’d trade my life for yours.
  • I was hoping you’d rip my clothes off me, sport.
  • Ger off the fence! Get off the damn fence!
  • I don’t understand.
  • Stop being a dick!
  • What does that mean?
  • What the fuck have you done?!
  • My teen angst bullshit has a body count.
  • I can’t believe that you still refuse to get a clue, after all that we been through.
  • Fine, we’re damaged, really damaged but that does not make us wise.
  • We’re not special, we’re not different.
  • Don’t you want a life with me?
  • If you could let me in I could be good with you.
  • Don’t stop looking in my eyes.
  • I wanna be with you.
  • Hold me tighter. Even closer.
  • I’ll stay if I’m what you choose.
  • You’re the one I choose.
  • Deep inside of everyone, there’s a hot ball of shame.
  • Everyday’s a battlefield when pride’s on the line.
  • Our love can knock our walls down.
  • Tried to change the world, barely made a dent.
  • I have struggled with despair.
  • I prayed, but God’s not there.
  • There’s nowhere to hide.
  • You don’t deserve to live.
  • You’re pathetic because you whine!
  • You’re gonna die alone.
  • We’re all grown up and we know better.
  • I believe any dream worth having is a dream that should not have to end.
  • Oh my God. Is she/he dead?
  • Keep it together.
  • I’m so sorry.
  • Where have you been?
  • You wouldn’t understand.
  • You don’t know what my world looks like!
  • Sorry to come through the window. Dreadful etiquette, I know.
  • You chucked me out like I was trash!
  • You left me and I fell apart.
  • You changed my heart and set loose all that truthful shit inside.
  • I was meant to be yours.
  • Don’t give up on me now.
  • Society churns out slaves and blanks. No thanks.
  • Open the door, please.’
  • Please, can we not fight anymore?
  • You’re scared, I’ve been there.
  • Don’t make me come in there!
  • No one here deserves to die except for me.
  • I wish your mom/dad had been a little stronger. I wish she/he stayed around a little longer.
  • I wish your dad/mom were good.
  • I wish we met before they convinced you life is war.
  • I am damaged, far too damaged.
  • You’re not beyond repair.
  • You look like hell.
  • Hey! What are you doing?!
  • I miss you.
  • I’d be honored if you’d let me be your friend.
  • If no one loves me now, some day somebody will.
  • One day we’ll change the world, but let’s kick back tonight.
Analysis of Eat Jin+Mandaggo Vlive last year in Osaka

…anon asked me to do this some time ago, sorry it took so long! This Vlive happened day after that weird “Tae disturbing naked Jungkook”, and for me, it’s even more interesting ^^ This is going to be quite long (it’s like an episode from some drama, I swear); still, I hope you’ll enjoy it!

The Vlive starts with Jimin, texting someone on his phone. We hear „buzz“ for few times, then Jimin puts the phone aside and greets us.

He explains he’s going to do Mandaggo show. (Mandaggo is the show he did with Taehyung few times before, it was about dialects/accents.)
Jimin dramatically reveals that the show was almost cancelled altogether. „Why?“ He laughs, amused+bitter. „You know why?“
…And, here it comes, it’s 1 minute, 49 seconds into the Vlive and Jimin starts to be petty about Taehyung. „Kim Taehyung said he won’t do it anymore. SO I SAID „DON’T DO IT THEN.““ And he’s alone today.

He starts to wonder who should he invite. Jimin claims he just started to think about it. 

„Not Kim Taehyung for sure, even if he’d come, I’ll lock the door.“ He mentions Hobi and Suga… for different reasons, not good choice either. (Or course not, because it’s not them who he wants to do the Vlive with.)

He praises Jungkook, good maknae, he’ll come for sure if Jimin will text him. So he says: „I’ll text him now.“ And he does just that.

Suddenly Jimin’s phone starts buzzing like crazy. Jimin is shook. His face then spreads into pleased evil shock and he laughs and yells in disbelief.
„Let’s see what V wrote me,“ says Mean Jimin, very amused. Tae spams his phone with messages about the Vlive and asks him if he can/should come. „Why so suddenly? Why he texts me? That doesn’t make sense. Would you believe that?“ 

Tae obviously texts Jimin because he saw – as he said later – that Jimin started the Vlive and probably also that Jimin accused him of not wanting to attend.
Jimin obviously finds it hilarious, his voice trembling with how much fun he has now. And it’s only 4 minutes into the Vlive. For second – or is it even third time now? – time, he repeats he won’t let Taehyung in even if he comes.
„Taehyung wants to join Mandaggo, that’s what he wrote me. Wtf? I don’t like that!“ Mean girl Jimin is laughing madly and throws his phone on the chair in front of him.

What kind of reaction is that? Jimin, you told us Taehyung doesn’t want to be on your Vlive, yet we hear 261 buzzes of your phone and Tae wants to come. It’s YOU who is pissed about this situation and don’t want him to come. Well, I’m not a psychic, but from what I see it wasn’t like Taehyung didn’t want to come so you said not to. I feel like it was more like you had a fight with him and refused to let him on Mandaggo. But… let’s continue.

Jimin is enjoying himself now and he shows us book he bought. We still hear his phone buzzing in the background. For a while he randomly talks about dialects and laughs about it on his own, when someone’s at the door. (It lasts for like a minute. Yes. There’s a whole minute of Jimin, doing Mandaggo on his own after he bished about Tae, before Jungkook joins him.)

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Fortunate Mishap - Yuta (M)

A/N: Sorry I’m so late… I always do this UGH. It was pretty smooth sailing in the beginning but then I hit a point where I was kinda stuck and didn’t know what I was doing… ;-; hopefully it ain’t obvious tho

Also, Imma add an epilogue in a few hours or smth… I just wanted to get this up bc I know yall been waiting

-Admin Kay

Pairing: Yuta x Reader


Word Count: 3,673

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You'll Miss Me When I Go

Part 5. Final:
Finding out Lance didn’t have a family was harder to hear then Keith could ever of imagined.
At the time he hadn’t even considered it an option when he found out Hunk was responsibly for him.
The pieces however began to fall into place when Lance was put in the Altea Hospice and no one came for him.
“Where’s Lance’s family?” Keith asked Hunk as Lance was set up in a bed still heavily sedated from his surgery.
“Oh you didn’t know?” Hunk asked as he filled out forms “you heard about that gas attack in Cuba last year right?”
Keith nodded.
“Lance was there, his family died and his lungs were practically liquified. It’s a miracle he lasted as long as he did.” Hunk looked over at Lance with an unreadable emotion “when my parents fostered him we didn’t expect him to live to see the end of the month, he lasted a year and counting.”
Keith was silent staring at Lance as Hunk was pulled away by a nurse. He had no idea…
Then again he had never tried to get to know Lance, not that it mattered now.

Lance woke up around two am.
Hunk had refused to go home with the rest of the group and Keith just couldn’t bring himself to leave the kindest man he had ever met while his best friend lay dying.
So he stayed volunteering to stay and drive Hunk home if he changed his mind.
Hunk had fallen asleep slumped in the arm chair hours ago, so wasn’t awake for Lance.
However Keith was.
“H-ey.” Lance gasped weakly causing Keith to nearly jump out of his skin.
“Hey… how you feeling?”
Lance gave him a look that screamed ‘did you really just ask that’.
“Right… dumb question.” Keith sighed as he ran his hands through his hair.
“Why… you…h-here?” Lance asked gasping for breath between each word.
“It didn’t seem right to leave Hunk alone to wait with you.” Keith wanted to add that he was worried about him too, but couldn’t quite bring himself to form the words.
Lance nodded slumping back on his pillow as he took in his surroundings.
“I’m… in a… hospice… arnt I?”
Keith wished Hunk was awake so that he didn’t have to be the one to deliver the knees of Lance’s death sentence.
Lance nodded again a small smile forming on his lips “thought so… been a long…t-time coming.”
“I’m sorry Lance.”
“What for?” Lance struggled for a moment to prop himself up, holding a hand to his chest to try and elevate some of the obvious pain he was in. “I’ve… lived much… longer then I… or anyone… else e-ever hoped. Aren’t I lucky.” He grinned and for a moment Keith could pretend he was fine and playing some cruel joke on him.
Then he started coughing and didn’t stop.
Hunk was startled awake falling out of his chair and rushing to his bed side.
With practiced ease Hunk held Lance up against him and rubbed soothing circles on his back.
When the fit ended Lance was clearly exhausted using the last of his strength just to stay awake and fix Hunk with a tired smile “y-you ok…buddy?”
Hunk chuckled wetly tears brimming just behind his eyes. “Yeah bro I’m fine. But I think you should get some sleep.”
Lance didn’t say anything but he didn’t protest when Hunk gently lay him back down, falling into a restless sleep moments later.
Keith did his best not to stare at the specks of blood on Hunks shirt as he excused himself to the bathroom.

On the second day Lance really rallied. He laughed with the group that came to visit him. Joking with Pidge, flirting with Allura and sharing stories with Coran.
He even found the strength to argue with Keith now and again.
However once the others left so did Lance’s easy smile.
Keith had only left the room to see the others out.
When e came back he found Lance crying in Hunks arms with blood dripping from his mouth.

On the third day they found Matt and Shiro.
Keith got the call around six am, and he got his brother back by ten.
The ship had sunk but Shiro and his now boyfriend Matt had survived floating in a life boat.
Keith had cried when he was able to hug his brother and threaten to handcuff him to a chair if he ever disappeared again.
They had a welcome home party in Lance’s room.
Keith was surprised to find Shiro already knew Lance.
“I served in Cuba remember… I carried him out of a gassed house.”
“Why did you never tell me?” Keith asked.
“I thought he died, I thought the one person I saved had died…” Shiro mumbled.
Keith remembered how messed up his brother was when he returned from the army. He was broken from more then just the loss of his arm.
He lost friends.
Lance had demanded Shiro sit by his bed and tell him every little thing he had done over the last year.
The party ended when Lance’s nurse brought him his medication with more pills then Keith had ever seen.

That night Keith got a call from Hunk saying Lance’s lungs had failed and he couldn’t breath on his own anymore needing a machine to do it for him.
Keith didn’t know why he felt tears falling down his cheeks at the thought of Lance never speaking again.
Perhaps because it was because the last words anyone would ever hear from him were “thanks for coming to visit me Mullet.”
Keith and Shiro drove down breaking many laws to get there within the hour.

Keith thought nothing could of been worse then the moment he got the call saying his only brother was lost at sea and presumed dead.
Oh how wrong he was.
Seeing Lance lying so deathly still in a bed with tubes coming out of his throats being the only thing to keep his chest constantly raising and falling.
He looked so small.
Not the larger then life guy he had gotten to know.
Not the man he wished he had bothered to try and befriend just a little earlier.
No he looked like a boy.
A boy who was fighting with everything he had and it just wasn’t good enough.
The nurse said he was comfortable but not awake.
It was time…
They all knew it but no one could actually bring themselves to say it.
Allura went first.
She kissed Lance on the forehead brushing his hair from his face as her tears fell down.
Coran hugged her, leading her away as he smiled sadly down at Lance “you’ve done well my boy… so well. You deserve to rest now.”
Pidge hung back for a moment, Matt’s hands resting on her shoulders.
She took a step forwards and opened her mouth to speak but nothing but a strangled sob came out. Matt hugged her putting in a brave face despite the tears falling down his face.
Shiro couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He was too consumed by the swirling thoughts of how if he had gotten Lance out of that gas filled house a little sooner then maybe he wouldn’t have to say goodbye at all.
Hunk never left Lance’s side. His large hand holding the small bony one like he could keep him alive with sheer force of will.
He wasn’t crying on the outside.
But anyone who looked into his eyes could tell he was a broken man holding himself together for the sake of others.
Keith wasn’t sure what to do.
He didn’t have a history with Lance like the others.
He didn’t have any comforting memories or shared experiences to call upon to offer some kind of comfort.
So he did the only thing he could think to do.
Keith took a spare chair and placed it by Lance’s bedside.
“I’m sorry I didn’t give up my chair. If I had then maybe we could of been friends. I’m sorry I couldn’t of just given you a chance when I still had time to realise how amazing and strong you are. I’m… in so sorry Lance. I’m so sorry.”
Tears fell freely down Keith’s cheeks as a long high pitched noise filled the room.
Lance was gone.

The funeral was small. Only a few people there.
Hunk and his parents.
Pidge, Matt and their mom.
Allura and Coran.
Shiro and Keith.
Lotor never showed up.
Keith found him on the arm of some model a month after the funeral laughing and flirting like he had never known a man named Lance and pretended to love him.
It was a short service with a long wake.
Lance had made Hunk promise that they would have a big party with cake and balloons.
Hunk bless his heart tried his best.
The cake tasted like ash and the few balloons had all fallen to the ground before the party even began.
No one danced like Lance had wanted.
Or laughed.
Or sang.
Or even talked.
They sat in silence mourning their lost friend.
Keith stared all night at the smiling picture of Lance on the wall.
It seemed ironic that the party was happening in the room next to their meetings.
The chairs were all set up in a circle and Keith slowly sat where Hunk had in the first meeting.
The seat next to where Lance should of sat.
The hours stretched on in silence before finally Shiro poked his head round the door.
“It’s time to go.”
Keith nodded. “Be there in a minuet.”
Shiro closed the door quietly as Keith stood up and looked around at the empty chairs.
“My name is Keith Kogane… and I’m grieving for Lance. The man I wished I could of known. The man I didn’t realise I would miss until he was gone.”


simplesimmer’s Child Hairs, recolored! ❤

… This took a while. UwU ❤

Sooo … Long time no post (sorry, m’dears, RL is just jerky sometimes D: ). I have quite a few berry sims, and non berry sims, and aliens, and demons, and other worldly creature kind of people that I wanted some more colors for kids hair. @blogsimplesimmer has so many of my favorite hairs that I use all the time that I just had to start recoloring and thought I’d share. :) Adult and toddler hairs to come at a later date. ^u^  ❤
The Zoe hair isn’t working for some reason, so I’m going to have to fiddle with that later (I would now ((I would have before posting this, actually D: )), but I am so tired, I will get it done this week, worry not :) ).

Useful Tidbits

- 55 swatches of @wildlyminiaturesandwich Unnaturals and Naturals (all in one pack) PLUS a white, totaling 56 swatches, yay! :D
- Added as additional swatches to the original hairs.
- Of course, there’s that glitch where their hair changes a bunch of different colors. I can’t help that, I’m sorry. :( I found if you just go in and edit from the world map though; it usually sticks. :)

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Meshes - simplesimmer | Palette and Actions - wildlyminaturesandwich

Thanks so much for making such brilliant cc. :D  ❤ ❤ ❤

ssselcouth  asked:

87 or 92, or even together!

Well my dear, this took fifty forevers to get to, and I’m so sorry but here it is. I’m not gonna say what the prompts were until the end.

Carrot Cake

It had been on Harry’s mind for quite some time. He loved her. He wanted to be with her. She was over at his place all the time anyway. She already had a key. It only made sense.

He’d tried to say something yesterday morning after Chelsea had taken her shower and was getting dressed.

“Come sit with me,” he beckoned, patting the bed beside him.

“Sorry love,” she said as she pulled her blouse over her head. “I have to get to work early this morning.”

“So no time for breakfast? You have to eat.”

Stepping into her pumps, she leaned over and kissed him.

“I’ll grab something on the way,” she murmured against his lips. “Have a good day.”

Frowning, he watched her cross the room to the door.

“What about tonight? Are we still on for dinner?”

“Of course,” Chelsea nodded. “Bye, Harry.”

With a sigh, he grabbed a fistful of sheets, listening for the sound of the front door closing. He reckoned he might have to get her attention some other way.

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Uruha’s Blog ー BIAB 3

I’m so relieved that we finished the LIVE at Fujikyuu Conifer Forest the other day and we could finally announce SPOOKY BOX2 and the NEW ALBUM without any incidents.
Today we did an after-LIVE interview at the office so I think you’ll get to see our impressions and thoughts on the show eventually, like in reports and stuff, but even though I don’t really mention it in the interview, for some reason I felt like the after-show announcement video that we always put a lot of effort into was especially well-received this time and I’m pretty sure I wasn’t the only one who felt that way.
We had a great time during the creation process and enjoyed the company of the other members so much while producing both SPOOKY BOX2 and the NEW ALBUM that I think we raised our own sense of anticipation even more. I’m also glad that it made me see once again that whatever you do you should always approach it with an attitude of joy and fun, it was especially stimulating for future album creations.
…apart from this enthusiasm for the future, I would like to thank everyone who came all the way to Fujikyuu. I think it’s thanks to your prayers for fine weather with your Teru Teru Bōzus that we had clear weather and, as a result we were able to see a view that was different from the one 9 years ago.
For a band like us who have a very deep-rooted impression of being a rain band that was quite a great accomplishment.
Alright, there’s still some time until SPOOKY BOX2 but please look forward to it, it’s gonna be a dark horror show that’ll surpass the last one so don’t miss it!

anonymous asked:

Hello there you beautiful creature! May I request a Bakugo x Reader fic in which reader and Kirishima are besties but reader is kinda shy around Bakugo because of her crush on him, and starts acting strange after realizing it? Like, she'll suddenly shut up (which is rare since Kirishima) or go red or just make up an excuse and leave. Bonus points if she's super cuddly with Kirishima and others but not him and creates a jealous Bakugo. Thanks! ✨

 There was something weird happening to [Reader]. Kirishima may not be the most observant guy in the world, but he could definitely tell when something was up with his best friend. Usually [Reader] was super hyped about life, she was full of energy, she was cracking jokes, she was laughing and always had her arm wrapped around someone. However, something changed recently. He isn’t sure when the subtle changes in her attitude began, but lately, they’ve escalated from a subtle decrease in volume when she spoke, to just immediately silencing herself regardless of the situation.

For example, yesterday in the classroom [Reader] was in the middle of telling a story to him and Kaminari. The class wasn’t set to start for another 10-15 minutes, everyone around them was having their own conversations, and suddenly at the climax of the story, she sees the door open and she abruptly shut her mouth [she stopped halfway through a word] and faced the board in silence. She sat there, silently, for fifteen minutes. She didn’t acknowledge that anyone else was even alive in the room, she was just focused on the board.  There have been several times where she;s done this, and they all had one thing in common. They all started when Bakugou entered the room.

Kirishima didn’t know what exactly was going on between [Reader] and Bakugou, but he was sure as hell gonna find out. When the final bell rang for the day, he immediately walked over to [Reader]’s desk with a smile, “Hey, let’s walk home together today. There’s somethin’ I wanna talk to you about.” 

She nodded and grabbed her stuff and they began their walk, “So, what’s on your mind Eiji?” She said in her usual upbeat voice. This was the way his best friend was supposed to act, not like that silent zombie he’s been seeing. 

“I wanna know what’s goin’ on with you and Bakugou. You always seem to get all weird when he comes around. Did he do something to you, has he been bugging you or something, because I’ll totally fig-”

[Reader]’s eyes widen at Kirishima’s accusations and she immediately intervenes, shaking her head and gesturing to further prove her point, “No, no! Eiji, relax it’s nothing like that! Bakugou hasn’t done anything… Or well, maybe I can’t say he hasn’t done anything, but like he hasn’t done anything bad to me personally. It’s just he, uh, well you see I realized some stuff about him and about myself and I have just a lot of feelings and I’m not really sure how to handle them because they’re so ‘Ah!’ and I’m so ughh-”

“[Reader]! You’re rambling. Take a deep breath and just tell me what’s going on with you.” Kirishima said, placing his hands on her shoulders and looking her in the eyes.

“I think I might have feelings for Bakugou… Like, romantic feelings. And I’m not really sure what I should do about it, so I get this like awkward feeling in my stomach and I just can’t even function.”

Kirishima took a moment to really comprehend the information he was given before offering up a solution, “Okay, well if you can’t deal with this whole crush thing, then maybe we need to force Bakugou to do something about it instead? I’ve got a plan.”

Bakugou was irritated. He was normally irritated, but he was extra irritated today. Lately [Reader] has been clinging to Kirishima a whole lot more than usual. He knows he probably shouldn’t care, that it’s not his business, but for a while there he was starting to think she might have been into him. She would always get a little red when he spoke to her, she’d occasionally glance over at him but when he looked at her she’d turn away, she basically gave him all the cliche ‘I like this guy but I’m shy about it’ signals and yet here she was; clinging all over Kirishima.

What the fuck was he supposed to do about all these goddamned mixed signals he was getting? Were you interested in him or that red haired idiot? Was he misinterpreting everything? Were you always this touchy with Eijirou, like even for friends sitting in his lap like that is a bit much. 

No, he wasn’t dealing with this shit. He doesn’t need to waste his fucking time wondering if you’re into him or Kirishima or whatever. It was making him lose focus and he couldn’t afford to do that if he was gonna be the number one hero. He needed a straightforward answer, and he needed it now.

Without wasting another moment he was out of his chair and stomping over to Kirishima and [Reader]. “You and I are gonna talk, right now.” He reached over and took her hand, pulling her from Kirishima’s lap, and lead her into the hallway.

“Alright, now you need to tell me right the fuck now what they hell you’re into. Do you like me or am I just wasting my fucking time here with some bullshit unrequited pining. ”

 “I’m sorry what? Unrequited pining? Bakugou, are you saying you like me?”

“Obviously. I know you aren’t fucking stupid, so quit acting like it. Now answer me, do you like me or are you dating that shithead Kirishima?”

“I’m not dating Kirishima, and yes, I like you.”

“Good. Meet me after class ends, we’re going on a date. Don’t make me wait too long.”

You watched as Bakugou walked himself back into the classroom and you ran a hand through your hair. 

“Jesus christ, I can’t believe the jealousy plan actually worked. I definitely owe Eiji for that one.”

BTS react to picking you up drugged

Lately my work hasn’t been doing well because i’ve been so inactive, i really apologise in advance. 
But my last final exams are in 2 weeks so i’ll be completely active to make up for it~


Originally posted by jayfatuasian

Jungkook would be pissed. When picking up your call and hearing your drunken/drugged voice his emotions would immediately run all over the place as the only thing he could think of was whether you were safe. After picking you up he would still be fuming, both at you for being careless as well as whoever had the intention of drugging you. Nevertheless Jungkook would still take good care of you tucking you into bed and slipping in next to you embracing you in a hug.

You could’ve been in danger you idiot” he sighed in frustration kissing the top of your head.


Originally posted by histonguetaechnology

Taehyung would be emotionally frustrated. After picking you up and bringing you home rather calmly, he would tuck you in and watch you sleep as he got lost in his own thoughts. His thoughts began to sadden as he wondered why anyone would want to do something like that to someone like you. 


Originally posted by mintsugakookies

Similar to Jungkook, Jimin would be absolutely infuriated. Except he wasn’t mad at you, but more at the person who had the audacity to drug your drink. When he picked you up at the party he would keep pushing to see if you knew what the person looked like so that he could give them a piece of his mind but when you kept whining to just go home he would give up and drive the both of you home.

After that, Jimin would still be pretty protective over you and probably wouldn’t let you go to parties alone for quite some time.

I’m sorry Jagi, I’m just scared, your safety and happiness is my number one priority


Originally posted by ksjknj

Namjoon would be the most calm and collected in this situation out of all the boys, he would understand that (even though it’s messed up) things like this sometimes happen. When he took you home he would not let his eyes leave you for a second, making sure that nothing serious had happened, vowing to take better care of you from then on as you fell asleep next to him.


Originally posted by jjilljj

Hoseok’s face would drop immediately when he picked up your phone call, his jaw clenched and his heart felt uneasy on the way to the party. When he found you, relief filled into his entire body as he engulfed you into a hug asking if you were okay. Hose would even ask to take you to the hospital just in safe measures, when the both of you came home he would not let  his sight off of you for just once. 


Originally posted by yeogibwa

his face would seem unfazed but his heart would say otherwise, Yoongi would genuinely be worried for your health and safety. It would have been pretty late and he was having late night practice with the rest of the group when you called him, he would drop his things and quickly dash to his car, leaving the boys confused as to his sudden exit.


Originally posted by foreveryoongz

Seokjin would be worried more than anything, the whole car ride to the party his nerves would get the best of him and he’d probably arrive teary eyed trying to find you. When he found you a bit drunken or drugged, he would engulf you in a hug rubbing the back of your head as a way to sooth himself (more than to sooth you tbh) before taking you home and tucking you into bed. 

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Part 14 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language, Mention of drugs and Adult themes.)

Summary: Your group of friends have gotten on well for years, but what happens when a divide is caused by joining the wrong people? School AU
OT5- Baekhyun, Sehun, Jongdae, Minseok and Chanyeol.

Word Count: 2,176

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13  Part 15 Part 16  Part 17  Part 18

You sat in the library with Minseok and Rozz trying to concentrate on your work but you were far too occupied with the thought of Baekhyun, Sehun and Youngjae for that matter. You repeatedly tapped your pencil against the wooden table as you stared blankly at the wall ahead of you, desperately trying to put pieces of information together, but it was no use your efforts were futile; it was like assembling a jigsaw puzzle with all the wrong pieces. None of your theories would fit together.

“Y/N, would you stop that?” Minseok whined as he looked up from his book agonisingly at your pencil.

“Sorry I’m just thinking…” You put your pencil down, but continued to look at the wall. What were Baekhyun and Sehun up to and why was Youngjae a part of any of it? “Hey don’t you think Baek and Sehun have been acting strange lately?” You asked the two of them as you brought your attention back to the table.

“Well if weird means having sex with you then yes. Yes, Sehun is acting very weird.” Minseok smiled smugly as he buried his head back into his book. You hissed as you kicked him under the table causing him to swear in agony.

“We’re not sleeping together, how many times!?”

“Well why would he lie about something like that?” Minseok mumbled from behind his book.

“I don’t know? Because he’s an egotistical prick maybe?” You answered sardonically as you picked your pencil up again, but this time you began to roll it in between your fingers.

“Well whatever…” Rozz butted in as a light smiled pulled at the corner of her lips. “I’m just glad that Chanyeol has Youngjae back.”

Sehun’s P.O.V:

 The living room was dim, the only light illuminating it being that of a lamp near the sliding doors of the balcony. It was only 6PM yet it was dark outside, the nights and days were merging into one. Winter was drawing near. Sehun was lying on his sofa beside Mei; her body was warm and half naked, contrast to his cold torso. He slowly sipped the nectar infused alcohol from his glass before stretching and placing it back on the table as he looked down lazily at her.

“That was good. You’re always good.” She smiled up at him then kissed his bare chest; her voice a breathy whisper.

“Mm.” He replied simply lifting his eyes up he focused his attention ahead of him at nothing in particular. Whilst the quickie was great, all he could really keep his mind focused on was whether or not the lies and his plan would work. This could go two ways and he was hoping it would swing the way he wanted. He thought of Youngjae and Chanyeol and then his mind drifted back on to Y/N, he knew she was onto something and quite frankly he didn’t care too much because he would tell her the half truth sooner or later, but not the whole truth. Not the part where he was involved at the beginning, that meant that he had to keep his wits about him and play his cards right.
His heart jumped; startled as he heard a loud aggressive knocking coming from the apartment door.

“Who’s that?” Mei frowned as she stood up from the couch; she bent down picking Sehun’s sweater up from the floor and put it on. “If it’s that bitch again…”
He groaned as he rose from his seat and walked slowly towards the door, he really wasn’t in the mood for any more company tonight.  Another insistent banging came from the door.

“Alright!” Sehun yelled “I’m coming! Fuck…” He slowly reached for the door handle and turned it.

An angry looking Baekhyun burst through the door.

“So you’re fucking! You’re fucking Y/N.” Baekhyun hissed as he dug his index finger into Sehun’s chest. Sehun smirked inwardly, he had Byun Baekhyun exactly where he wanted and needed him. This had to work. He had to lay the cards correctly from here on out.

“Even if I were, what’s it to you?” He kept his face blank, trying to come across unfazed. Baekhyun scoffed at the taller mans reaction.

“She’s your friend. We’re all friends in this circle Sehun! We don’t just walk about screwing each other when we feel like it. That’s not how this shit works.” He dug his finger deeper into Sehun’s chest as he bore his eyes into the back of his skull. Sehun smiled down at him derisively.


“Why the fuck would I be jealous?  I’ve known her since we were this small.” Baekhyun grunted showing an approximate height by lowering his hand so that it was level with his hip.

“You’re doing what?” Mei breathed from next to the sofa, she stood there wide eyes clutching herself in Sehun’s sweater. “You’re sleeping with her? Sehun…” A tear escaped her right eye as she looked him square in the face. She looked defeated and destroyed. “Sehun…You told me it wasn’t true. You said it was a misunderstanding and I believed you. I should have known. I’m the girlfriend! I’m not the bad guy! Why did you do this to me, I thought this meant more to you than just—” She spluttered, her chest began to shake now as she began to sob her body became limp as she hugged herself tighter.

“Mei no, wait. We’re not…”
He paused for a moment as he bit his lip anxiously. What was he supposed to say? He could lose his girlfriend if he lied and said he was indeed sleeping with Y/N, but he had to make Baekhyun believe him. It was crucial; he needed to let them believe it. Did he lie and lose Mei? Or tell the truth and dissuade Baekhyun? He looked back at both of their faces, they were both staring at him with wide eyes and he gathered that it was because he was taking quite some time to answer. He took in a long deep breath before breathing out again.

“Mei…I’m sorry. I’ve wanted to break it off for quite some time now, but I just didn’t have the heart to do it. Me and Y/N…we’ve been hooking up for quite a while.” His face was straight as he began to lie through his teeth. “Sorry.” What was scaring Sehun was how good and believable his lies were becoming. He breathed out, not believing he that he took that specific route but he had to stick by his decision now. He looked at her distraught face as her once porcelain skin had turned red with anger and hurt.

“So you’ve been using me for sex this whole time, not even because you loved me. And what makes it worse is that you’ve been cheating on me with low life scum. I hate you Oh Sehun!” She screamed as she pounded on his chest with her fists. “I fucking hate you! You’re trash and I hope you know that. You’re no better than these low-lives yourself; I can’t believe I really imagined a future with you…” She shook her head.

Sehun raised a brow at her. A future with him? He was such a pessimist that he never thought that far ahead but now he felt terrible for stealing her happiness away over something that wasn’t even true. He never thought he could have a future with someone…his parents didn’t provide him with much hope.

“Mei wa—”

“No!” She shouted as she stormed over towards the door. “Save it for the bitch you’re sleeping with. I don’t want to hear it. All I’ve ever done is be good to you. I’m fucking finished!” She slipped her shoes on and ran out of the doorway crying as she left the apartment.

“Damn it, I hope I get that sweater back.” Sehun rolled his eyes ashamed that that was all he could think of after he had just quite clearly smashed his ex girlfriend’s heart.  He turned to face Baekhyun again who was looking at him in disbelief.

“Really Sehun? Sweater? What the fuck is wrong with you?! What does Y/N know, what did you tell Chanyeol!?”

“Calm down. Nobody knows anything.” Sehun mumbled as he looked at Baekhyun’s small figure. “This is all your fault anyway.”

“No!” Baekhyun protested as he pushed Sehun’s chest “This isn’t my fault! I never knew any of this was going to happen. Reiji said this was supposed to be harmless fun I didn’t know about Youngjae! You’re just as guilty as I Oh Sehun; in fact you may be worse since you’re lying through your teeth to everyone.”

Sehun scoffed at Baekhyun’s remark, it was like a poor attempt at blackmail.
“You’re the one still hanging out with Reiji Baek! You don’t think the others have noticed!? You don’t think it’s weird that you don’t revise with us anymore?!”
Just then Sehun’s phone started buzzing on the sofa beside the two men, the both of them looked down to see the caller ID.


Sehun smirked as he picked up the phone and answered.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Hey Babe” He slurred in a sultry tone. “I’ve been waiting for you to come over, I don’t know how much longer little S can hold on.”

You balled up your fists at Sehun’s statement. Why was he doing this? It was really beginning to anger you and you refused to let him speak to you in such a vulgar manner.

“Shut the fuck up Sehun! I don’t know why the fuck you’re doing this but I’m coming up for answers; open the door now.”

“Listen baby girl the doors already open for you; I hope you aren’t wearing any lingerie like I requested.” He breathed, his voice suggested that he was feeling amorous, but you knew otherwise.
You didn’t even bother replying to him as you were so disgusted. Instead you decided to cut off. You were going to get to the bottom of what was going on in this group if it was the last thing you did.

His apartment door was already open like he said it would be and you stormed in without his permission. You came to a stop and yours eyes widened as the met with Baekhyun. He shook his head and gave you a displeased look.

“So it is true.” He scoffed as he stood there awkwardly next to Sehun. Sehun took a step forward to you as he slowly snaked his hand behind your neck, stroking the side of it up and down with his thumb.

“I was waiting for you.” He licked his lips slowly and seductively, shifting his boy so the he was in a spot in which Baekhyun could see his every facial expression and action clearly. “So are you going to help me out of these jeans?” He tugged at his belt with his free hands whilst he bent his head down and bit your bottom lip lightly, letting out a soft nearly inaudible moan as he did so.

“Sehun what the fuck are you doing!?” You yelled as you slapped him across the face, blood rushing to his cheeks for the second time that day.

“Fuck.” He mumbled as he took his bottom lips between his teeth. “I love it when you play rough…It does so many things to me. But don’t be shy, it’s only Baek” He chuckled deeply as he looked at you and pushed you back onto the sofa so that you were staring up at his half naked body. “Just lean back and close your eyes babe, Sehun will take care of you…Baekhyun get out, we’re busy.”

“You’re a bastard Sehun and I never even knew you were capable.” Bakehyun growled. His eyes were dark and his shoulders grew in size. You gasped as you looked at his looming figure. Baekhyun had never been like this before. “I’ve never told you…I never officially said it but you know it Sehun! You know it and you’re fucking playing with fire! If you want to play fine! Let’s fucking play!”
Baekhyun shouted before he left the apartment.

You stared up at Sehun, who was staring back down at you blankly.

“Get up.” He said in his usual monotone voice. Back to normal in matter of seconds. It was as though you had acquainted yourself with Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. You stood up as you frowned at him, you weren’t just angry but you were upset. Baekhyun’s outburst was something unlike you had ever seen before and you were scared as to what was happening.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You breathed as you looked at him desperately.

“I don’t know.” Sehun ran a hand through his hair and this time he actually looked extremely worried. “I don’t know anymore. I think my plan just went down south. There were two ways it could go and it went extremely wrong. Shit. Oh shit.” He panicked and it was getting you scared.

“Help me. What have I done?”

Tags: @mentiny @exo-spn

Be the Boss.| CEO! S.coups smut|

Warnings: Dom!S.coups, Daddy kink, oversimulation and Sin, pure sin. (I’ll never look at my secretary friend the same way ever again)

A/n : oh lord this took a while to write, I am so sorry for the delay but I’m happy with how it turned out and i hope you will like it too.

“You’re late. Again.” He was leaning against my desk with his hands in his pockets. My office was right outside of his, seperated with a thin wooden door.

He asked me to get him coffee before I get to work and the line in the shop wasn’t helping me inprove my image of always being late. He was the biggest jerk when it came to me. Giving me the hardest time as his secretary but fuck was he the sexiest Boss I ever had.

The way he gave me commands and threats for the deadlines were too hot to make me mad at him. He looked so good in his white shirt with some of the buttons undone, exposing his pale neck and strong forearms. black throusers hugging his thighs just right and his messy hair made me want to attack him.

I quickly shook those thoughts away. “I’m so sorry sir. the lin-” “Quit the excuses (y/n)” he cut me off and took the coffee from my hand, getting really close to me. My heart was beating faster. “I’m gonna have a meeting with an important guest this afternoon. Don’t mess it up for me okay?” he said in a mocking tone. “got it sir.” I was looking away the whole time too scared to make an eye contact. He left my office after saying a quiet “good” under his breath.

A few hours had past. The “important guest” and my boss we having a meeting for over an hour now. I jumped when I heard my name being called. I quickly stood up, fixing my skirt, I opened the door, Seungcheol was sitting on his chair, and his guest, who was actually a really handsome man probably in his 30s, was sitting in front of him. Both of them turned to me. “Bring me the files I gave you yesterday” Seungcheol said coldly. All I did was nod and went to take the files from the corner of my desk and enter his office again. As I walked my way to his desk I noticed the man clearly checking me out as he leaned back on his chair. I bent down a little to place the files on the desk. Seungcheol gave me a dirty look which made me stand straight right away, I took a step back and bowed down as I left the office.

After another half an hour passed. Suddenly the door opened, The man came out. Since the exit was from my office that’s how he had to leave. I stood up. “Seungcheol is really blessed to have a beautiful secretary like you, Isn’t he”. I quickly bowed down thanking him as he left.

Still confused from what just happened I turned to the other side of my desk to tidy it up a little and get mind off of it. I almost jumped out of my own skin when I heard Seungcheol’s voice behind me. “You really enjoyed the attention, didn’t you?” he asked. I turned around and he was already getting really close to me. “pardon me?” I asked. “oh now you’re playing dumb?” he answered. He reached to the desk behind me and pushed some of the papers aside, picked me up and roughly put me on the desk, suddenly attacking my neck with his lips. I was too shocked to do anything, all I could do was to moan from the contact of his lips and my sensitive skin. “Walking around in that tight skirt of yours, of course anyone would want to fuck the shit out of you”. His words made me moan louder as he pressed his hard member in between my legs. I reached with my hand and gave him a light squeeze. He hissed and roughly took my shirt off,exposing my black bralette as I unbottoned his shirt all the way. He pulled away. “on your knees babydoll” I got on my knees with a satisfied smirk. His zipper looked like it was gonna explode from his boner. I Quickly took off his belt and unzipped his pants. His boxers stained from precum. I pushed his boxers down. He sighned as the cool air hit his throbbing hard member. He was thick and veiny just as I imagined. I was quick to start sucking on his tip as pumped him with my hand. He threw his head back and let out a soft moan “now don’t tease me princess, It won’t have a good ending”. I kept teasing him with slow kitten licks just to see how much I can push him. He growled and pulled my hair so I could look at him. “Oh you never learn do you?” . He sudennly thrusted in my mouth deep, I held back a gag and rested my hands on his torso. He kept thrusting, getting faster and harder, his groans made me feel weak. I started to tear up and right when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore he stoped and pulled me up. I was trying to catch my breath but he quickly pressed his lips against mine. They were like cotton candy, so soft and sweet. He pressed his hand in between my legs, I let out a moan at his sudden action. “look how wet you are just from sucking me off” he chuckled. I felt heat rush up to my cheeks as he pushed my panties aside and started to toy with my enterance. “Seungcheol!” I moaned when he pushed two fingers inside of me. “That’s not what you have to call me dollface” he said kissing my jaw and pumping his fingers faster. “D-daddy..” I let out between shaky breaths and moans. “ah you’re learning fast”. He pushed his fingers out of me licking them clean. He roughly turned me around bending me over my desk, pulling down my underwear and pushing my skirt up, He took out a condom from his pocket, quickly put it on and started to rub his member against enterance. I felt a hard slap on my ass. “Will you be a bad girl again? will you go around acting so seductive around other men again?” he spanked me after each question. “n-no daddy, I won’t”. Right when I finished my sentence he pushed his member inside of me. I Moand loudly. Not letting me get used to his size he started to thrust in me with no mercy. This was my boss that I had a crush on for months now, fucking me because he was jelous. The idea alone could get me off. Didn’t take me long to get close to reaching my climax. “I-I’m gonna cum” but before he could get the warning I already came but he didn’t stop. He pulled me by my hair so my back was pressed against his chest. The oversimulation was makeing me scream his name. Soon his thrust became sloppy and I felt him cum inside the condom. I sighned and we both started to catch our breaths. he took off and threw the condom in the trash can next to my desk. We both fixed ourselves quietly but before I could speak he pulled me by my waist. “ I never thought I would say this but, I want you to join me for a dinner.”.

Originally posted by seungcheofine


Fandom: Gravity Falls

Summary: Something stolen, something given.

Warnings: None!

Word count: 1,546

This….this prompt got long. Oops. @gravityfallsfangirllove

Prompts 1 Writing Prompts

“Is that my shirt?”

Mabel whirled around from her seat in the kitchen, her eyes widened as Ford stepped into the room.

“Well, uh,” Mabel started, fidgeting her hands and not meeting Ford’s eyes. “Technically it’s your trench coat; I-I’m sorry, Grunkle Ford.”

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candos  asked:

Your art makes me swoon, I hope I can achieve some sort of galant elegance as your own art portrays at some point! Reading through your posts and answers helped me quite a lot. I love art and I want to pursue it, though a lot of the time I have the urge to give up. So thank you for your kind, wise, and supportive words on like subjects! Have a wonderful day!

That is so nice : )  I love to see messages like this and I’m really glad my words were able to help someone.  It’s always hard to know when you write them out if you’ve said the right things hah.  Sorry it took my so long to respond to this, my message box is a mess.  

Everyone has good and bad days with art.  I have even had bad years.  When creating work and being excited about art is hard, it becomes a matter of making it a habit to do and knowing that someday it won’t be so hard anymore because deep down you love making art, even if that’s not so clear right now.  I’ve been talking about this very thing with a lot of my other artist friends recently, and for many of us, we just started drawing when we were young and loved it, but never really thought about it beyond that it was fun.  As we grew up and began seriously thinking about art as a career and about our futures and our place in this world, making art for us began to change.  And for some of us, that change was the end of our love affair with art.  For the rest of us, we had to struggle to try and understand what art means to us now, as adults, and to redefine what it is we get from making it.  For each person the answer is different.  I’ve met some who have solidified for themselves the innocence and fun that art used to bring to them.  For them art is about brightening their life and the lives of those around them.  I know others who use art as a medium to understand the world and to create discussion about what it all means and to challenge the way things are.  For me art is about being a student of the beauty and complexity of creation and humanity and sharing the things that excite me.  The idea that there are powerful rules to aesthetic which create harmony and appeal and that they can and should be broken in order to propel an idea is fascinating to me.  But for each artist, the answer to what art means to us is already within us.  It comes from the seed of the love of art which we discovered in ourselves and then planted at the beginning of our artistic journeys.  I know from experience the growing pains of that seed can hurt.  Shying away from it can be easy because sticking with it seems so hard.  Even answering the question of what art means to you won’t always completely quiet those urges to give up and do something else.  But I often have to ask myself if shying away would really be better.  If letting that part of me die would be what I really wanted at the end of the day.  For me, the answer is no.  My passion and apprehensions still vary from day to day.  But at least I know where I stand and I know that one day I want to see that seed I started with become a mighty tree.  I wish you luck on your own journey to be the best artist you can be!

Just Ask (Part 2) - Tom Holland x Reader imagine

Title: Just Ask (Part 2)
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Synopsis: Tom finally tells you about his feelings.
Word Count: 863
Warning: None.
A/N: This has been requested quite a few times so I thought I’d get it out for y'all. Sorry it took so long, I wrote it out and then I changed my mind about how I wanted it to go so ugh yeah, but, enjoy!

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The List

When Killian comes across a list that Emma made when she was a teenager things get awkward but then soon take a sexy turn!

Read more of my work on ao3 and FF!

Sorry that it took me so long to write this! I’ve had the craziest past two weeks. I struggle with chronic pain and it’s been on bitch of a week so focusing enough to write has been a struggle. I hope to have another story or update done this week! Let me know if you want me to continue with this story. I think it could be kind of fun to write another chapter! There sure is a lot of possibilities! This idea just kind of came to me. And I mean we all have a list… No? Just me? Okay… heheheh I hope you enjoy!

Chapter two!

Rated M

“I think this is the last of it. Is this really all you own?” Killian questioned with a rather large box in hand, kicking the door shut with his foot before swaggering back to Emma. He set it down on the dining room table amongst the other boxes while she smiled endearingly up at him from the floor where she was sorting some old childhood photos and knick knacks.

“Yup, this is it. Seven boxes is the rest of my life. It’s mostly clothes anyways,” The blonde explained, ripping the tape off another package. Emma had just gotten the rest of her belongings out of storage from when she lived in New York from the missing year. She had meant to do it a lot sooner, but between her family, being sheriff again, and the newest threat the Snow Queen, getting her old sweaters and silverware were the least of her worries. She thought she would have to drive back into the city to get her possessions but she was able to get her old neighbor to mail them to her instead, making her life a lot easier. Killian had generously offered to help her unpack and sort her things allowing them to spend some much needed quality time together.

They had been officially dating for just a few weeks and things were surprisingly going very well. He had broke down her walls and proved to her and her family that he was worthy of their trust. Even her father had taken a shine to her new boyfriend. Emma was pulled from her train of thought when her phone rang. She quickly reached for it on the kitchen table before picking it up.

“Sheriff Swan,” She answered officially. “Oh, that was fast. Thanks I’ll be there in two minutes,” Emma responded with a delighted smile upon her face.

“Who was that, love?” Killian asked as he tore open another box with his hook. He really did look for any excuse to use that thing.

“It was Granny. Our food is ready to be picked up. I’ll be right back,” She told slinging her purse around her shoulder before heading for the door.

“Are you sure you don’t want be to come with you?” He replied walking towards her.

“No it’s okay. I’ll just be gone a second,” Emma smiled with a sarcastic twinkle in her eye. Leaning in she placed a chaste kiss to his lips before making her way back to the door.

“I’ll miss you,” Killian voiced, calling to his Swan. She flashed him a saucy grin, rolling her eyes at him.

“I’ll miss you, too,” Emma laughed, closing the loft door with a soft thud. Once his girlfriend had left he went back to his task of opening boxes and sorting their contents. He lifted a particularly heavy one onto the table, tearing the flaps open. The package was filled with a variety of books and what appeared to be journals.

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Good Enough

Originally posted by stunudo

Request: Can you do an imagine where y/n isn’t taken seriously because she’s cute and bubbly and childish and when her ex boyfriend gets into the Academy he breaks up with her because she isn’t serious enough, so she works her cute butt off to get into the Academy and meets Reid who helps her get into the BAu and her ex doesn’t even make it in the top half of their class? (Basically a legally blonde version of criminal minds?)- Anon

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Words: 1,339

A/N: I’m sorry this took a while but here it is. This is my first Criminal Minds/Reid fic and it was much longer when I started. I wasn’t happy about how it turned out so I cut some parts, did a few tweakings and this was the final result. Let me know what you think!

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I Can’t Leave Her Here

||| Anon asked:  Could you do a reaction where BTS meets a homeless girl singing on the streets For money and one keeps visiting her because he slowly fell for her? |||

Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst

Word count: 813

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

He will never forget the first time he saw her. He was heading to the dorm after a dance practice when he heard somebody singing. It was pretty late but he still looked around to see if any of the fans were following him. Good. Tonight was quiet. He pulled his mask on and headed in the direction of the park. There was hardly anyone around, except for her. She was sitting on the bench. The first thing Taehyung thought was that her voice sounded like out of this world. He leaned on one of the trees and closed his eyes. Somehow her singing calmed him down. He was standing there for a few minutes when the singing ceased. He opened his eyes and noticed that she was staring in his direction. He looked around to see if anybody was behind him but to his surprise she was looking at him and smiled. This made him blush and he quickly left the park. Good thing he was wearing a mask or she would have noticed how red he became.


A few nights later he couldn’t resist to go check out if she would be there again. He heard her voice from a distance and was once again drawn to it. It was starting to get warmer and this time she had a crowd around her. They all clapped loudly after each song, sometimes throwing some money into the bucket placed besides her.

“So she’s a street performer.” he thought. He waited there and listened to her till he was the only one left standing.

“It’s you.” she spoke.

“You know me?” Taehyung asked.

“Not yet. But I remember those eyes.” she smiled giving him a hand. “My name is Y/N.”

Her smile made him feel warm and he took and shaked her hand taking his mask off at the same time. He waited for some kind of reaction but she showed no signs of knowing him.

“What?” she asked.

“It’s strange. You really don’t know who I am?”

“Should I?” she chuckled.

“Ah no no, it’s just that-“ he started stuttering, embarrassed of his own question. “Of course. Not everyone is going to know about you.” he thought.

“I didn’t quite catch your name.”

“Oh it’s Taehyung, nice to meet you.” and just now he noticed that he was holding her hand the whole time. “I’m sorry.” he said quickly letting go of it.

“It’s okay.” she smiled again. “Do you like music?”

“Yeah! I love music! I’m a singer myself.” he blurted and then realized what he said. Somehow he didn’t yet want her to know that he belonged in a group. “But I just sing to myself and such, not like I’m a pro or anything, you know.” he tried to explain.

“That’s amazing!! We should definitely try singing together one day.”

“That would be great.” he said as he checked the time. “Oh shoot. I was supposed to be back 2 hours ago.” he thought.

“In a hurry?”

“Kind of. Will you be here tomorrow?”

“Where else.” she said but Taehyung didn’t take it into consideration that time and just quickly waved her goodbye and rushed back.


He couldn’t stop thinking about her but their schedules became so packed that he couldn’t go see her for almost 2 weeks. Sad that he probably missed his chance, he still wandered into the park. Maybe. Just maybe she will be there.

He was more surprised not by the fact that she was there but because she was actually sleeping on the same bench he always saw her singing on. He then noticed she was wearing the same clothes from their last meeting. Concerned he approached. He took his jacket off and put it on her but as he was looking at her face she woke up.

“Taehyung!?” she gasped. “Oh gosh, this is embarrassing.”

“Y/N, are you okay? Why are you sleeping here? It’s already really late outside.”

“Because I don’t have where to go.” she said averting her gaze to the ground. She held onto Taehyung’s jacket and started crying.

Only then did he realize that the owner of this angelic voice was actually homeless. He had so many questions as to what happened because she looked about his age but decided to leave them for later and just sat down and took her in his arms.

“I’m sorry.” was all he could say but that was enough as she hugged him back and cried till there was nothing left. Her breathing slowed down and Taehyung noticed that she fell asleep.

“How cute.” he thought wiping the tears away from her face. “I can’t leave her here.” he told himself as he picked her up and put her on his back. “She can stay with me for as long as she wants.” he decided, heading in the direction of the dorm.

~ Part 2 ~

A/N: Feel free to request more scenarios, reactions etc. I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😄

Polar Opposites (Part 2) | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: First Person/Reader’s
Warning: Contains swearing!!

A/N: Hi everyone! I enjoyed writing this request so much! I have used 2 quotes from 2 books/movies that I am totally in love with. The first person who can pick up those 2 quotes and tell me where they were from can get a cookie! LMAO. Anyway, enjoy everyone! I hope you have fun reading this as much as I did writing it.

Request: I was wondering if you could do a part two to Polar Opposites where Zach and Y/N meet in their late-twenties. Zach is living out his dream and Y/N is stuck being an accountant but Zach helps her to chase her own dreams?


I sat around the long table inside the conference room. It has already been 3 years since I’ve graduated from university and now, I’m already an Accounting Executive for a huge firm.

My dad was obviously ecstatic when I landed this job after just a few months of graduating. Of course I was happy too, since I made my parents proud but sometimes, I just couldn’t help but miss writing. I can’t really do those things anymore since I don’t have the time. I just wonder sometimes what my life would be like, if I went with that route instead.

“Y/N.” my boss calls for me and I turn to face him.

“Yes Mr. Smith?” I reply softly.

“We have a new client from a new firm, and the board and I have decided that you’d be the perfect person for him to talk to.” he says with a smile.

“M-me? But Sir, I’m just an Accounting Executive and I–” I reply but my boss cuts me off.

“All you have to do, is to get him to sign this contract.” he says as he hands me a black folder with the contract inside it. “If you succeed with this task, you will be promoted to Chief Finance Officer.” he adds, my eyes widen is shock and my lips form an O.

“Chief Finance Officer? CFO?” I ask bewildered.

“Yes, CFO. Why? Don’t you want to be a CFO?” he asks as he crosses his arms in front of his chest with a mischievous grin on his face.

“No, no, I’d be honored sir! I’ll do my best to get him to sign this contract!” I say with a huge grin plastered on my face.

“Good. Alright, good afternoon everyone, meeting adjourned.” he says and the people in the room begin to disperse.

Just as I was about to leave the conference room, my boss calls out for my name once again.

“Oh Y/N!” he says while fixing a few folders on the table.

“Yes Sir?” I say as I turn to face him.

“Your first task is to meet the client; you’ll be having lunch with him at 1 o'clock today.” he says as he shuts his laptop and turns the projector off.

“Sir? 1 o'clock? That’s in 30 minutes!” I exclaim as I look at my wristwatch.

“Well, I guess you better hurry then, shouldn’t you?” he replies with the same mischievous grin on his face again and I give him a nervous chuckle.

“I’ll go ahead then sir, thank you so much for the opportunity once again.” I say as I hastily open the door and leave.

I run to my office and organize the papers on my desk quickly. I take my purse along with the black folder which had the contract in it. I was hoping that I can already get the contract signed during lunch which would make things easier for me and our firm.

I arrive at a little Thai restaurant which was hidden in the corners of town. I checked the time and it was already 1:08pm. Fuck, I thought to myself, I’m late. I make my way quickly out of the cab and straighten out my outfit just before I enter the small restaurant. I walked up to the receptionist with a smile.

“Hi! Reservation under…” I begin to ask.

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