the thought makes me want to vomit

Sanvers in College: Alex Drunk Dials the Cute Girl from Bio Class

Based on this post: https://hazingblur.tumblr.com/post/160026282401/queercapwriting-wlwprompts-person-a-is-drunk @hazingblur

Original prompt from @wlwprompts : “Person A is drunk and decides to randomly call that cute girl from biology class to tell her she’s pretty”

@lesbapocalypse you also asked for this so like.


She’s drunk and she’s stolen Kara’s phone, because it’s finals week and all bets are off and that cute girl from biology class?

She’s 1000% sure that her name is Maggie – Maggie Sawyer – not that she paid attention.

Pfft.

No. Of course she didn’t.

And she’s 1000% sure that said Maggie Sawyer is the same Maggie that her little sister has befriended.

And therefore, that cute girl’s number – and when she says cute, she means it, but god, she also means blazingly sexy – must be in Kara’s phone.

So she swipes the phone from her sister’s bag while Kara laughs with James and Winn. Swipes it and chugs another gulp of illegal punch and she finds Maggie’s name – complete with a picture, god, a gorgeous picture, because damn, those dimples, that hair, those downcast eyes – in Kara’s contacts.

Finds the name, and tries once, twice, three times, to successfully hit the big green button that makes the phone dial.

She giggles and almost bounces on the balls of her feet as the phone rings, rings, rings.

“Hey Kara!”

Alex freezes at the sound of her voice – her voice that she’s used to hearing only asking the best questions, only giving the best answers, in bio lecture, in bio lab – and she contemplates hanging up and leaving it to her sister to explain the butt dial.

“Kara?”

But now Maggie sounds concerned, because she must hear the party in the background, and Alex has seen her smile, seen her nerdiness, but she’s also seen her motorcycle, her leather jacket, her gym bag. And she doesn’t want her to be concerned, to feel like she has to speed to the party to rescue Kara from whatever situation she might be in.

“Hey! No, nope, not Kara. I mean, of course you thought it was Kara, I took her phone, I mean, obviously you thought it was her – ”

“Danvers?”

“Not the blonde one!”

“Alex.”

“Hiiiii.”

There’s a pause and she thinks she hears Maggie shuffling something.

“Danvers, you drunk? Are you with people, drinking water?”

“Awww, Sawyer, you care about me!”

“Well I sure don’t want you passing out in your own vomit, Danvers. I’ve been there, it’s not pleasant.”

Her voice is pleasant, though, and Alex collapses drunkenly onto a half-occupied couch, completely oblivious to the couple that had been making out, who shoot her irritated looks as they get up to find a better spot to kiss.

Alex thinks she hears that shuffling again, and maybe some wind, but she’s drunk and everything is oh so slightly hazy, but pleasantly so – pleasant, because Maggie Sawyer is on the phone with her, Maggie Sawyer cares whether she throws up or not. Maggie Sawyer. God. How can anyone be that perfect?

“I’m finnneee. I just… it’s just, I know you’re Kara’s friend, but we’ve never really talked, and I… even if you weren’t Kara’s friend, I’d have noticed you, you know. I mean, how could I not notice you? Do you know we’re in the same bio class? You’re always so smartest. The smartest girl in the class. The smartest and the cutest. And my sister’s friend! What are the odds, huh? Maybe we can calculate it with genome mapping or something. But we’re more than our code, right, we have to be. You believe that, right, Maggie?”

“Hey, Danvers, I’m not cutting you off, but can you do me a favor?”

Alex preens. Her last name sounds so nice on Maggie’s tongue. She wonders what else would feel nice on Maggie’s tongue. Everything, probably.

She nods before she realizes vaguely that Maggie can’t see her.

“Mmhmm.”

“Remind me which house is throwing the party you all are at.”

Alex squints as she tries to remember. “The one across from the science building. Where we take bio. Together. But now term is ending and maybe we won’t do anything together again. Not even that we did anything in bio together, because I was too nervous to – ”

“Danvers, whoa whoa. Can you do me another favor, sweetie?”

Alex’s heart backflips and she almost careens off the couch, because she called her sweetie, she called her sweetie, she called her sweetie.

The sound of wind on the other line increases in her ear, but maybe that’s just a side effect from how hard she’s pressing the phone to her ear, like the closer she clutches it, the closer she’ll be to Maggie.

“Yeah.” She thinks her voice might be higher, might be breathier, than it normally is, but that’s alright, because Maggie Sawyer called her sweetie.

“I know you have things you feel like you want to tell me right now, and I want to hear them, but only if you still want to tell me when you’re sober, okay?”

Alex blinks and furrows her brow at the phone, because – maybe she’s more drunk than she thought – Maggie’s voice seems to be coming from two places, now. One, through the phone, and one, less static-y, closer to her body.

She looks up from the couch and she startles, because Maggie is standing over her, crouching down next to her as she hangs up her phone, all basketball shorts and hoodie and flip flops and hair hastily tied back into a messy ponytail.

She’s grinning softly, but she’s breathing kind of heavily, like she’d just sprinted from her dorm room. Because, Alex realizes dimly, that’s exactly what she just did.

“Hey Alex,” she says as Alex splutters, as Alex fumbles to sit up straight, to fix her hair, to hang up Kara’s phone without dropping it.

Alex thinks she may be imagining it, but Maggie’s voice is softer, now, more breakable, now, more vulnerable, now, than it had been when they’d been on the phone. When Maggie had been on a search-and-give-water-to-the-drunk-girl mission.

But now that she’s arrived, water bottle she must have grabbed on the way out of her dorm in hand, her voice is shy, and her eyes are shy, and her eyes are something that look a little scared.

“Hi Maggie,” Alex whispers, and then giggles because she’s not sure why she’s whispering.

Maggie grins, and it’s the sweetest sight Alex has ever seen. She made Maggie Sawyer smile.

“Why did you come all the way here? You didn’t have to come all the way here, I – ”

“Well, clearly your sister doesn’t know what you’re up to or how drunk you are, because if she did I would have heard her in the background telling you to think before you dial and all that stuff.”

Alex covers her face with hands made clumsy by alcohol.

“Ugh, I’m sorry, you’re right, I shouldn’t have – I ruined your night, I embarrassed myself, I’m sorry, Maggie, I – ”

“Hey, hey, no, that’s not what I meant.” Maggie gets up from her crouch to sit on the couch next to Alex, and she opens the water bottle for her and presses it gently into her hands.

“Drink. Please?”

“I’m not that drunk.”

Maggie just nods, and Alex does as she’s told.

She finishes the entire bottle in one chug, and Maggie just watches her with cautious but glistening eyes.

“Okay, come on. Kara!” she calls across the room, and Kara seems to materialize next to them instantly.

“Maggie! I thought you weren’t in the mood to party toni – Alex? Are you okay? What – ”

“Here. Your phone.”

“How did you – ”

“Tell you in the morning. Right now, I’m gonna take your sister back to my room – no funny business, I promise – and help her sober up a little. Okay?”

Kara glances between Maggie’s disheveled appearance and Alex’s drunken one, and she kisses Alex’s cheek.

“Don’t give her a hard time, okay, Alex?” she teases, and Alex giggles as she stands unsteadily, both Kara and Maggie stabilizing her.

“When do I give anyone a hard time?”

Kara just kisses her again, just thanks Maggie, doesn’t object to their arrangement, because she trusts Maggie not to take advantage of her sister, and she knows that her sister would like nothing more than to get to know Maggie better. She just wishes she’d have had the courage to reach out sober. But they’ll work on that. The three of them.

Alex leans on Maggie, who’s wrapped her arm around Alex’s waist, and revels in the contact.

As they walk, she rambles about the chemical structure of alcohol. About its impacts on the brain. Maggie listens and Maggie smiles and Maggie nods in all the right places, and Maggie lets her talk, lets her talk, because she’s focused on making sure she doesn’t let the taller girl stumble and fall.

When Maggie shoves her dorm door open, Alex freezes.

“You know I’ve wanted this since like, the first time I saw you. For you to take me back to your room. To…” Her eyes flit down to Maggie’s lips.

“To kiss you.”

Maggie gulps and slips away from her, taking care to keep her hands on Alex’s arms to help her stabilize.

“Go pee.”

“What?”

“You’re this drunk? You for sure need to pee. Bathroom’s right there. Can you make it on your own?”

Alex nods with tears in her eyes, and Maggie hates herself a little bit, but she’d hate herself a lot more if she let this conversation continue.

The bathroom door shuts and the water flushes and the sink runs for a long, long, long moment.

When Alex stumbles out, it’s with confusion and the shadows of hurt in her eyes.

“Did I do something wrong? I don’t have to stay here, you didn’t have to – I just thought – you ran to… to rescue me, and you gave me water, and you took me home, and I thought that meant you like me as much as I like you, and I –

"Alex. Alex, Alex, look… We can talk about all this when you’re sober. If you still want to talk about it. I promise. But right now? Right now, we can talk biology. Or astrophysics, or about the dessication and revival of tardigrades, whatever you want. Just not us. Not now. And certainly no kissing. Okay?”

Alex slumps down onto Maggie’s bed without asking, and Maggie just grins and kneels to help take Alex’s boots off.

“Why not?”

“Because you’re drunk, Danvers,” Maggie giggles like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“It’s never mattered to any guy,” Alex almost whispers, and Maggie stiffens, and her nostrils flare, and her eyes are more serious, more full of rage, than Alex has ever seen them.

“Well, it matters to me. Okay? Come on.”

She helps Alex swing her legs up onto the bed, holds her up to take in one more glass of water, hastily poured, and she kicks off her flip flops and grabs a pillow from the other side of her bed.

“You’re not gonna come to bed?”

“The floor’s perfectly fine for me, Danvers.”

“But – ”

“When you’re sober. If you still want to. I promise, Alex. Okay?”

“You promise?”

“Yeah, Danvers. Yeah. I promise.”

But Alex is asleep, a small smile on her face, before Maggie even finishes her promise. Her promise to her best friend’s big sister, who she’s been trying to gather the courage to ask out for months now.

She snuggles down onto the floor and – eventually – falls asleep with a smile on her own face, too.

Hello everyone! ♥

“Should I change my major?” is a question I asked myself not too long ago and I truly struggled with it. For me, as a german university student, this question was tough, because the system here is different from the one in the US.
Since I know how tough the decision can be, I wanted to help all of you struggleing studyblrs out, so I hope, this masterpost will help you.

Should I change my major?

First of all: Think about why.

Why do you want to change your major? I feel like there are three big aspects on which your thoughts rely; your grades, your major in general and yourself.

  1. Your grades. - Why do you have bad grades? You don’t get the subject? Is it too hard? Maybe you didn’t study enough? Is uni in general too hard and are you more of a practical type of person? Is the workload too high in your major?
  2. Your major. - You don’t get the classes you need? Is your university unorganized? (And yes, that can be the case!) Are you not organized enough? Can’t you work in the field you want to work in with that degree? Will you be able to pay your bills?
  3. You. - Is your major less fun than you thought it would be? Did you expect to learn something completely different? Are the teachers all bad and you can’t teach you the subject yourself?

Noone can answer these questions for you. You have to think about them and be honest to yourself. Take your time, because the better you know what exactly makes you want to jump out of the 5th floor instead of staying any longer in the classroom (been there), the better you will be able to make a decision.

But now comes the really important question:

Are you just uncomfortable or are you in pain?

No, not necessarily literal pain, but there’s a huge difference between wanting to jump out of a window or rather wanting to chill at home right now. Ask yourself: have you been lazy or did you really have a huge questionmark over your head when you read the same page of that textbook the 4th time around? Do you just need a planner or do you email your professors begging for a spot in that class but there just aren’t any free spots anymore? Are you having a bad time at the moment or does the thought of going to that class tomorrow make you want to vomit? Behind this degree, is there your dream job waiting for you or are you unsure if this is really what you want to do?

Again, only you and yourself can answer these questions. Be honest about it.

Whatever you decide to do, please keep in mind, that you’re making a very important decision. Definetely take your time with it and talk to someone about your idea. Maybe even talk to a counselor (that’s what I did and they really helped me).
When you made the decision to change your major, know that not everyone is going to support you. My parents weren’t too happy about it at first, but friends can be disappointed, as well. Please keep in mind that this is your decision, not theirs. Despite everything, changing your major can be a huge opportunity to learn something new and find happiness and also a big relief.

If you have any further questions or want me to write about my very personal experience, my ask box is always open.

anonymous asked:

Did you like this chapter? Thoughts?

Yup, I liked it a lot. Thank you for asking this question, because I have many things to say about this chapter. Forgive me in advance for what I feel it will be a long reply. 

First of all, I was surprised (though I shouldn’t have been) at Akira’s coldness towards Kaneki. I get where she’s coming from and I understand how hard it must be to digest this sudden change, and everything that goes with it. Flat out acceptance would have been unrealistic and the result of bad writiing, because Akira couldn’t possibly have gone from a mindset in which she represented Justice, and she had no reason to doubt her moral standing, to one where she must admit to herself that her worldview was limited and bigoted, and that the world isn’t as black and white as the Academy would have liked them to envision. 

Despite that, I wasn’t expecting for her to shut Kaneki out completely (and for killing Arima on top of that, which is a lie for f*** sake Akira c’mon, you can figure that much out!), because however confusing her feelings might be right now, he’s one of the few people she’s closest to in Goat, and that’s true the other way around, too. I feel like Akira needs Kaneki’s perspective on this new situation she’s been forced into by her own rash decision-making, because unlike Seidou or Amon, who are in it because of circumstances, Kaneki is her only ally that’s in it because he fully believes in what he’s doing. Amon is getting there, too, what with his forgiveness of Touka and with his newfound way of channeling his anger and grief towards the unfairness of the world instead of random scapegoats like faceless “Ghouls”. But I don’t know. I feel like Kaneki’s perspective is important, too. And having Akira’s approval is even more symbolic for him, I reckon. 

She’s still a mother figure for him. We all can agree of how positive of a character development this could lead to, if he were to finally have a healthy and supportive mother figure for a change. Eto has always used him for her machinations. He needs someone who can guide him and respect him without asking anything from him, without taking anything from him. Akira can (and will) be that person, imho.

Anyway, I’m positive that she’ll come around eventually. She’s smart, strong-willed and perceptive. There’s no way she won’t pull herself together in order to follow her heart instead of suppressing her feelings and get things taken from her, even if her whole narrative wasn’t centered around the theme of being left alone. She just needs a bit of time to sort out her feelings and find a new reason to fight. and that can happen only after she talks it out with a few characters currently part of Goat. I’m really looking forward to her confrontation with Hinami and Touka in particular, though I’m also curious about her feelings towards Takizawa (if he’s not dead). 

On a side note, I really love how Ishida pointed out the irrationality of Hinami’s feelings towards Akira. Grief doesn’t obey logic, and even though she does realize that Akira has nothing to do with the cold-blooded murder of both her parents, she can’t help but associate her with it, anyway. It’s a curious diversion from the usual theme that states “the children pay for the sins of their parents”, because even if Akira didn’t do anything wrong per se, she’s not innocent, since she did approve of her father’s doing and she would have done the same in his place. She doesn’t see Ryoko’s and her husband’s death as a sin at all, and instead used the quinque derived from Mr. Fueguchi with the obvious pride of someone who thinks they’re fighting for the right side. So I’m curious as to how Ishida intends on smoothing out this particular conflict, and how it will affect both Akira’s and Hinami’s character development. 

Forgive me for my obvious bias, but Ayato too deserves a small mention, here.

This scene gives me SO MANY FEELS for so many reasons ;n;

The way I see it, this scene wasn’t portraying just Hinami’s grief. Just look at Ayato’s expression right before he goes to comfort her. Ayato knows where Hinami’s coming from. He too lost both his parents, and he too knows what it feels like to have his own life saved at the cost of his mother’s, who chose to stay behind in order to buy her children time to escape. Just. He knows how she’s feeling because he’s already felt it all, too. 

I love that their relationship isn’t based on forced companionship. It might have been like that at first, but they grew to be such mature and strong people thanks to the support and trust they gave to each other, thanks to the shared burdens and mutual understanding of each other’s pain. Idk, this scene might have been really brief but it meant a lot to me. 

Moving on: Amon and Touka’s talk. *Deep breaths* What can I say. It beat all possible expectations I might have had. 

I think that in a sense it was exactly Amon’s unyielding sense of justice that brought him where he is now. He says it himself: he doesn’t hold a grudge against Touka specifically anymore, but he would have arrested her anyway, if he was still an investigator. That was the right thing to do; setting a moral example for everyone to see so that no one else will have to undergo the same pain. That’s the kind of justice of a ghoul investigator. But this sense of justice itself was flawed, because it didn’t take into account Touka’s own take on justice, and how it was Mado the bad guy from her perspective. So arresting her can’t be the answer. Not only that, but he’s no longer an investigator, so he can’t appeal to the sense of justice of one. 

He himself has changed, and so his moral grounding has to change, too. So then, it comes to this:

This scene is one of my favourites of the whole chapter because it doesn’t just represent Amon’s character development, but also Touka’s absolution. You see that shocked face Touka pulls? I can assure you that Amon’s forgiveness means a great deal to her. This was Touka after Ryouko’s death:

“It doesn’t matter if a murderer like me dies.”

She doesn’t sugarcoat it for her own sake. She’s aware that what she does, killing people to survive, is wrong. She doesn’t conveniently brush it off as something she needs to do because she’s born that way, unlike other characters. She’s always felt this conflict more than other people. Killing never came easy to her, and deep down, she feels obvious guilt over what she does. So having Amon, a former human and enemy, come to her specifically with the intention of telling her that the real evil is not her nature but the circumstances that make men monsters, is really important for her character. For the first time, someone who has every right to hate her, to want her dead, is offering her acceptance. If Kimi’s comment about Touka’s kagune was meant as a “you’re as valid as I am” moment, I consider this talk with Amon as a “you’re as evil as I am” moment. Both were very important for Touka’s character development, and a necessary step towards her own acceptance of her dark past in order to move forward. 

Then there’s Furuta’s moment of glory. Gosh, he leaves me speechless every time. :’D The way he’s not taking the ceremony seriously is very significant imho. Once again, he proves that his role in the story is that of the comedy to Kaneki’s tragedy

Take this single panel as an example:

Kaneki’s group is facing an internal crisis? Meanwhile, Furuta is at the peak of his power. Kaneki despairs because he’s a horrible leader and his organization is only held together by the lack of other options, meanwhile Furuta laughs in the face of his own success, and all of his scheming give way to the exact outcome he’s envisioned. 

I love how he keeps being the comedic aspect of this whole tragicomedy of a story, how he keeps up the facade of the “six year-old” while feeling dead inside, and I love how he chose to wear a stupid mask the moment he reached his goal, because it only stresses further the artificial nature of his own playfulness. 

Just think about it from a narrative perspective: this is the moment that we, as readers, should feel threatened by him. This is the moment he officially becomes the Enemy, because everyone in the CCG accepts him as the leader. Instead, we laugh at him. We don’t feel threatened at all. We’re asked not to see him as the final villain, but as a joke, as another victim of the system. A guy who in his moment of glory, when everyone’s looking his way, chooses to wear a mask, and chooses to treat his victory as a laughing matter. Idk, the more I think about it the more it makes me want to cry. This guy doesn’t have anything (or anyone) else but his sense of humour, and he clings to it like a lifeline. It’s such a lonely, empty existence… I know I shouldn’t pity him after all he’s done but…

Anyway, anyway. This post is already long as it is so I’m going to stop there. Thanks again for giving me an excuse to vomit all my thoughts/feelings of this chapter! o/ I hope it was an interesting read :’D

Think... Ink: Part 1

Okay, so I wrote a good chunk of this last night at a ridiculous time and worked on it a bit more a little bit ago and just got it to what that I thought was a good stopping point. So yeah. 

Also I need to say this next bit in bold so bear with me a sec.

Please understand, this is just me musing about stuff, and has no bearing on @shinyzango‘s stuff. Zango will decide what they want to do with Ink Henry all in good time. I just wanted to put my thoughts down in writing, and then this spawned out of it. 

Also go congratulate Zango for hitting 2k followers today! Because Zango is awesome and deserves all the nice messages! 


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They call me naïve. They ask why, why I believe in love with a woman I have never met, and why I chase after her if she’s so far away. They call me naïve, say I could have any girl I wanted. That I have a selection, a list to choose from, as if girls were some type of bargain shopping, some type of meat to pick from. They say girls come and go, that life goes on, that there will be more girls like her, more girls to erase the memory of her. They call me naïve, say I’m dumb for believing in a love story with her. They don’t understand that it wouldn’t matter if I had a millionaire woman, a model type woman, a giving-me-kisses-and-hugs-every-minute-of-the-day woman, a less stubborn, less stressed, less confusing woman. Call me naïve..but I want her and all her flaws, all her mood swings and “God, you’re so stubborn days.” They can call me naïve, say I’m wasting my time but they’ll never understand what she does to me. They’ll never understand that even though she’s 1,200 miles from me, she’s the closest to me that anyone has ever been. I’ve never been very talkative, yet one look from her makes me want to vomit every single thought I’ve ever had in my life; the good, the bad, and everything in between..because for once in my life, I know I’ll be speaking to someone that truly cares. And as cliche as it sounds, I never knew what real love was until I met her. It’s been a year since she came in my life, and I’ve only craved her more each and every day. I want her as she lays in my bed with my sweatpants on. I want her as she rests her head on my chest so she can inhale every last drop of my cologne. I want her as she tries to cook a meal, but fails because I interrupt her with random dancing, kisses, and food fights because she’s my best friend and I just can’t keep my hands off of her; so we’ll end up throwing the food away then driving to get carry out, while my hand rests on her perfect thighs while I’m driving. I want her because she loves nature and who doesn’t love a woman who isn’t afraid to join you and a group of friends on random Sunday morning hikes. I want her as she claims 75% of the bed, and leaves me inches from falling off. I want her and her constant mood swings, beer drinking, constant texting, and little fits. I want her 10 minute “hold me” cravings, just for her to push me off minutes later because she stressed out from school and feels like she’s suffocating. I want her drunken kisses and her 3 am “talking about life” conversations. I want her smeared makeup on my white t-shirts and her messy hair bun in my face every day of the week. They can call me naïve, but I swear I wouldn’t want any other woman. I want her as she declines drinks from random girls and guys at the bar, and I want her when her hands slowly make their way to my face as we kiss. I want her on nights when she puts on her cozy pjs or nights when she puts on her favorite outfit, ready for a wild night with her friends, while I sit at home and watch Netflix with our dogs. I want her scent on my car’s seatbelt, bed, or hoodies that she borrowed the night before. I would freeze in the cold to give her my last pair of socks, beanie, or jacket to wear. She could have my last crumb of bread if it meant she’d live an extra minute because I wouldn’t want to see a world without her. They can call me naïve but I promise you, I want no other, than her. They say, “nothing in life is certain, that the only thing promised in life is death.” Death is certain, and maybe a lot of things are meant to fall apart, meant to be temporary, but I know that one day I’ll die and she’ll still be the one I love, the one I’d give my life for, she’d still be my moon and sun, and that’s one thing I know for certain.

Jealous

Request: “Can you do one where Ethan is jealous about how much time his girlfriend (reader) spends with mark not knowing they were cousins and they fight and mark becomes defensive and gets angry with Ethan and explains everything and he goes back to the reader and apologizes”

Pairing: Ethan X Fem!reader

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Y/N

Ethan had been acting weird lately. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, he would just have these random childish outbursts. He would often ignore you, and sometimes just randomly stomp out of the room like a 4 year old. You knew he had been very stressed lately with him moving and all, so you just decided to let it take it’s course. He would get better eventually.

Although, you weren’t in the mood on this particular day. You had been editing videos for Mark all day and you were absolutely exhausted. You just wanted to relax and have some cousin time with Mark. He was your best friend, after all.

“Y/n! Lets go!” Mark yelled from downstairs. You got up from your chair in the office, making sure to save the video you had been working on. “I’m leaving with Mark, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You commented, walking over to where Ethan sat in his chair. He didn’t look up from the screen, completely ignoring you.

You went to give him a kiss on the cheek, but he quickly pulled his head away. You stood there shocked for a moment. Ethan never dismissed your kisses like that. 

“I’ll be in the car!” Mark yelled from downstairs. You heard the door close, meaning you and Ethan were the only ones left in the office. “Did I do something?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. He kept a straight face, continuing his editing.

You had enough. “Dammit Ethan, I’m talking to you!” You nearly shouted, grabbing the back of his chair and swiveling him around to face you. He sighed, taking his headphones off and setting them on the desk next to him.  

“Why do you keep ignoring me like this?” You asked. He leaned back in his chair and ran a hand through his hair.

“Why does it matter? You’re getting plenty of attention from Mark.” He rolled his eyes.

“Is that seriously what this is about?” You asked. He was acting like a complete child because I was hanging out with Mark, my cousin and best friend since I could remember?

“Yes! What else would it be about? All you’ve done for the past two months is hang out with Mark and I’m sick and tired of it!” He said, standing up in his chair. 

“What’s wrong with me hanging out with Mark? You don’t own me. I can do whatever I want!”

“Yeah, you can do whatever you want besides flirt with other guys!” He shot back, bringing his hands to fists. You knew he would never hurt you, that’s just something he did when he was angry.

“You think I’m flirting with Mark?” You asked, mentally vomiting at the thought.

“Yes, and I wouldn’t be surprised if you were fucking him too with the amount of time you spend together!” Your eyes widened in shock. Does he really think that little of you? You shook your head and pushed past him, quickly making your way down the stairs. You passed by Mark along the way. Oh god, I hope he didn’t hear all of that. 

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Mark

I stood at the bottom of the stairs in shock at what I was hearing. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you were fucking him too with the amount of time you spend together!” Ethan yelled. There was a small silence before Y/N ran down the stairs past me. 

Good job, Eth. You really fucked up.

I slowly walked up the stairs, seeing Ethan sitting in his chair with his head in his hands. 

“I’m not sleeping with your girlfriend.” I spoke up from the top of the stairs. He looked up and turned to face me. 

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.” He said as he ran a hand through his hair. 

“I did, and you shouldn’t yell at Y/n like that.” I said, leaning against the wall.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were the boss of my relationship!” He shot back, glaring at me.

“I’m not, but at least I have common sense!” I said, taking a step forward. I didn’t want to get into a screaming fight with him but I needed to get my point across. 

“Would you honestly not be upset if your girlfriend left you every night to go hang out with one of your best friends?! Would you not be just a little bit suspicious that something might be going on between them?!” He stood up and walked towards me.

“Ethan you’re such a fucking idiot!” I rolled my eyes. “Y/n is my cousin.”

He relaxed, unclenching his fists and furrowing his eyebrows. “What?” He asked in a quiet voice.

“She’s my cousin, and we’re very close if you can’t tell.” I repeated. He ran a hand through his hair again and bit his lip slightly. “Fuck.” He whispered. He ran his hands down his face for a moment before pushing past me.

-

Y/N

You sat in the passenger seat in Marks car, patiently waiting for him to come outside. You hoped he wasn’t in there making things worse. You contemplated going in there to get him, but you really didn’t want to face Ethan.

You leaned your head against the back of the seat, closing your eyes as you waited for your cousin. The passenger door opened a few minutes later, causing your eyes to shoot open as you came to face Ethan.

“Y/n.” He said, looking at you with sad eyes. “I don’t want to hear it, Ethan.” You said, leaning your head back and closing your eyes again.

“You didn’t tell me he was your cousin.” He said. You opened your eyes to face him again.

“I was going to, but then you acted like a total asshole so I didn’t think it was necessary.” You responded, crossing your arms over your chest again.

“I’m sorry. I was just jealous because you were spending all of your time with him instead of me. You can see how sketchy that looked, right?“ He kept eye contact while he spoke, something he hasn’t done for a while. 

"That didn’t give you the right to ignore me." 

He bit his lip slightly, running a hand through his hair yet again. Nervous habit. "I know, I acted stupid and I handled the situation horribly. I’m sorry. Mark’s just so much better looking than me and I-” He let out a breath. “It just seemed more likely that you’d choose him over me.”

You softened, not knowing what to say next. You knew his self confidence wasn’t the best and you should’ve told him that Mark was your cousin, it just never came up. You honestly didn’t think it mattered. You reached over and grabbed his hand, holding it softly. He looked up at you and you gave a small smile.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, it just never came up.” You apologized. “I love you and only you, Eth. Nothing’s going to change that.”

He smiled slightly and brought your hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. “I’m sorry I acted like a child.” He said, squeezing your hand slightly. You smiled and placed your lips to his. He returned the kiss instantly. It lasted shorter than you had wanted it to, but it was nice. 

“I love you.” You whispered after you pulled away. “I love you too.” He whispered back. 

“How about I hang out with you tonight.” You suggested. 

“I’d love that.” He smiled.

“Alright, you two made up. Can I go home now?” Mark interrupted.

-

A/N: That took longer than I expected to write, sorry !

I rly hope you enjoyed it @fuckkoffcourtney

Requests are open :))

Father Johnny

Request: youve done boyfriend!johnny & husband!johnny now get ready for, daddy!johnny (dADDY AS IN FATHER NOT THE KINK)

A/N: this got me emo and this is so long im - i hope you enjoy reading this ;-;

  • this is my first time writing this so im sorry if it’s real bad
  • smdmdm thank you so much reading my boyfriend & husband! johnny
  • he’s gonna be a father here im-
  • ;-;
  • okay let’s go

  • so you and johnny hadn’t really planned on having a child or thought about it seriously yet

  • but y'all still did it anyway without protection becayse y'all didn’t see the need to
  • and both of you thought there was only a small risk of you getting pregnant
  • until one day you woke up feeling nauseous and you threw up right on the bed
  • and for some reason your head was hurting really bad
  • worried johnny rushed into the room immediately after he heard your coughs,
  • and his shocked expression, looking at the mess you made almost left you in tears
  • but he still cleaned it up and asked you to rest on the couch, while he poured a warm glass of water to you
  • another wave hit you and you were sent to the bathroom, your head above the toilet bowl and vomiting once again
  • johnny’s arms was wrapped around yours tightly and you just fell on his chest, the nausea still there
  • “babe do you want to go to the doctor’s”
  • “no it’s okay, i’ll be fine soon”
  • “are you sure? i can drive you there right now”
  • “no it’s really okay”
  • “please rest well today, i’ll stay home with you”
  • it got better when afternoon came
  • and you thought you were feeling better already, so you assured johnny and asked him to go to work the next day
  • but then again, the first thing you did when you woke up was head to the bathroom, vomiting again
  • by this time johnny’s hair is in a mess, as he frantically thinks of how to help you and what to do
  • and you just sit on the floor hopelessly bawling your eyes out for no reason
  • blame the hormones
  • johnny’s cleaning you up again and assuring you that everything’s going to be fine
  • third morning and the same cycle happens again
  • but this time round you hide in the bathroom alone, and it hit you that you were two weeks late for your period
  • and for the past two weeks you had been having crazy moodswings
  • and you remembered how your small “make out session” with johnny turned into a whole night of making love™ just one month ago
  • you were certain that you were pregnant, but you didn’t want to have false hopes
  • and at the same time, give johnny a false alarm so you kept your thoughts to yourself
  • and your thoughts were interrupted by johnny’s knocking on the door
  • “babe please open the door, we need to go see a doctor right now”
  • “i can’t bear to see you suffer like this every morning”
  • “baby please, are you still vomiting? do you need me to come in?”
  • and when you open the door, you just hug and he softens, his hand playing with your hair
  • “i’ll just head to the nearest pharmacy to get some medicine later”
  • “let me do it”
  • and you got all flustered because you were planning on getting a kit on the way too
  • “no it’s okay, i’ll go myself”
  • “babe you need your rest”
  • “oh- i… let’s just call taeyong to get it for us, he’s supposed to visit today anyways right??”
  • “oh yeah, i’ll call him”
  • “let me do it!”
  • and when you call taeyong to ask him and tell him, he freaks out and you can almost hear him crying
  • “WHAT?!? YOU’RE PREGNANT- JOHNNY’S GONNA BE A DAD WOW IM- SO HAPPY”
  • “taeyong i need to confirm that so can you please keep this a secret for now”
  • “WOW IM- I AM SO HAPPY”
  • “taeyong… so are you getting it for me or not”
  • “OH- UH- yes okay i will, be there in 5”
  • a moment later taeyong arrives and he manages to slip the kit into your hands
  • and he gives you the proudest & emotional smile ever
  • clueless johnny didn’t suspect anything -  next thing you know you’re in the bathroom again, the thin stick between your fingers, too afraid to look
  • so you take a deep breath and finally looks at it
  • and you scream so loudly when you see two lines, johnny comes running into the bathroom again
  • and he tears up instantly when he sees the kit
  • both of you are so happy y'all actually spend the rest of the day cuddling and probably crying
  • quoted from taeyong, “he’s so happy he called all of us instantly and this was the happiest he has ever been, congrats y/n”
  • skipping the pregnancy period because it’s gonna take super long so request if you want to read this part!
  • fast forward to nine months later,
  • you were just folding your laundry, listening to some classical music
  • johnny has his hands on your big bump, a proud and warm smile on his face
  • “aw she’s kicking”
  • “someone’s impatient”
  • but a sharp pain suddenly hits you and your expression falls
  • johnny instantly realises and he carries you bridal style into the car
  • the pain is so excruciating you’re already in tears
  • johnny has on hand on the steering wheel, the other is clenching your hand tightly
  • “hang in there baby”
  • “you can do this”
  • minutes seem like hours in the hospital and your contractions are only getting worst
  • doctor predicts that baby would be born in a few hours
  • johnny’s so nervous he barely even talks, his hand just holding onto yours
  • but when you catch eye contact with him, he gives you smile and leans down to give you a small peck on your lips
  • “everything will go fine”
  • two hours later everything’s done, and as soon the doctors bring baby Ella (don’t ask me idk smsmd) into the hospital room,
  • you and johnny tear up again as she has eyes and nose that resembles johnny’s
  • her lips form a small little pout as she moves slightly at your touch,
  • and johnny reaches out his finger towards her, her tiny hand wrapping around it
  • johnny leans down to peck her forehead and you see a smile you hadn’t seen on him before, and it melts your heart
  • okay but really clueless at first and has no idea what to do
  • always waits for your instructions and listens to what you ask him to do
  • “what do you need me to do?”
  • “babe go change her diaper”
  • “how many scoops do i put into this?”
  • “two is enough”
  • “babe do you think a pink or purple skirt would fit her today”
  • “hmm purple”
  • “okay hehe, my beautiful princess Ella”
  • the other members all come to visit once in a while and they all squeal over your baby girl and loves playing with her
  • and johnny always has that proud and fatherly look and smile on his face that simply says
  • “yes that’s my child”
  • becomes the softest person in front of your daughter
  • loves playing cook and role playing with her a lot
  • “daddy’s the king today, what does he need to do?”
  • “go kiss mommy the queen!!”
  • “okay my princess”
  • and he comes out to you and gives you the longest peck ever
  • his arms wrapped around your waist,
  • “i love you my queen”
  • and your child comes running up to the both of you, hugging both your legs and giggling
  • johnny picks her up with his long arms and gives her a small peck too
  • probably also buys her what she wants and won’t hesitate at all
  • a toy that costs more than 70bucks?
  • johnny wouldn’t even look at the price and just get it because it can make his daughter happy and that is what matters most to him
  • but you nagged at him for it, but his usual affection and cuddles made you forgive him
  • loves kisses from her!!
  • always giggles to himself and becomes a small child again when she pecks his cheek
  • haechan: “this is the only time i get to see hyung so giggly wow”
  • gives her a big and warm hug every morning
  • “good morning my princess, did you sleep well?”
  • “yes hehe”
  • “that’s great, let’s go wake mommy up now”
  • “she’s just as beautiful as you”
  • but as much as he shows affection to your child, he doesn’t forget to show it to you too
  • warm back hugs and long kisses every morning is his way of showing his never ending love for you
  • and he doesn’t forget to make breakfast for you every day

  • “don’t you think she’s just adorable? just like her mother”

  • “oh god, thank you for blessing me with two of the most beautiful angels in the world”
  • still the sweet husband he was before,
  • probably even sweeter now
  • and he puts both your priorities above his own all the time
  • loves bringing you both to small cafes and restaurants
  • but also loves spending quality time together at home, just cuddling together on the bed
  • but as soon as your daughter sleeps, he’d lean over and kiss you
  • “thank you for everything and i love you”
ACT 4 SCENE 14 – SCORBUS VERSION

For the @cursedchildnet event: What do you wish happened in the Cursed Child?

Rewrite/Parody

Pairing: Scorpius Malfoy x Albus Potter

Word Count: 1875

Act 4, Scene 14 but where Scorpius asks a certain Potter out instead of Rose.


SCORPIUS and ALBUS run into a room, both full of disbelief. They slam the door after themselves.

ALBUS
I can’t quite believe you did that.

SCORPIUS
But I didn’t do anything Albus.

ALBUS
I know! You had the perfect opportunity to ask Rose Granger-Weasley out and yet you didn’t.

SCORPIUS
That was the perfect opportunity wasn’t it?

ALBUS
It was. I thought you wanted to ‘plant the acorn that will grow into your eventual marriage’ or whatever fantasist rubbish it is you say.

SCORPIUS
It’s not rubbish! Polly Chapman asked me out to the school ball…

ALBUS
In an alternate reality where you were significantly – really significantly, more popular – a different girl asked you out – and that means –

SCORPIUS
And yes, logic would dictate I should be pursuing Polly – or allowing her to pursue me – she’s a notorious beauty after all – but both her and rose – I’ve realised they’re not the beauties I should be pursuing.

ALBUS
Your logic doesn’t sound very logical… what do you mean? If not them, then who?

SCORPIUS
Oh, no one – well, yes, there is someone else – but logic would dictate I’m probably a freak – there’s no way…

ALBUS
There’s no way what?

SCORPIUS
There’s no way he would be interested.

ALBUS
He? Scorpius are you –

SCORPIUS (Cutting him off)
Yes. I realized I’ve never properly liked Rose – not in that way anyway – my ‘crush’ on her was my way of denying any thought that I could be – you know.

ALBUS (Smiling with pride)
Who’s the lucky guy then? Who’s really stolen your heart?

SCORPIUS
Lucky? You think he’d be lucky?

ALBUS
Oh, I guess, yeah…

SCORPIUS (Beaming)
Good.

ALBUS
Good?

SCORPIUS
Yes, because in that case, you – you are one lucky guy.

ALBUS (Smirking)
I admire your confidence.

ALBUS walks up to SCORPIUS, wraps his arms around his waist and pulls him into a kiss. ROSE comes past them on the stairs, she looks at them both and smirks.

ROSE
Hi.

Both boys instantly pull away from the kiss and stand apart, neither knowing quite how to reply.

ROSE
The Slytherin Squib and Scorpion King – who would’ve thought?

ALBUS
Do not tell anyone.

ROSE
I’ll try my best not to.

ALBUS
Rose! I mean it!

She walks off with a smile on her face. SCORPIUS and ALBUS look at each other, they burst into laughter.

SCORPIUS
She is definitely going to tell someone.

ALBUS
Oh well, I need Polly Chapman to know you’re mine so she can back off.

SCORPIUS (laughing)
Are you heading to Quidditch? Slytherin are playing Hufflepuff – it’s a big one -

ALBUS
I thought we hated Quidditch?

SCORPIUS (he takes hold of ALBUS’ hand)
People can change. Besides, I’ve been practicing. I think I might make the team eventually. Come on.

ALBUS
I can’t. My dad’s arranged to come up –

SCORPIUS
He’s taking time away from the ministry?

ALBUS
He wants to go on a walk – something to show me – share with me – something.

SCORPIUS
A walk?

ALBUS
I know, I think it’s a bonding thing or something similarly vomit-inducing. Still, you know, I think I’ll go.

SCORPIUS reaches in and hugs ALBUS.

What’s this? I thought we decided we don’t hug.

SCORPIUS
Oh I think we’re going to be doing a lot more than hugging now.

ALBUS
You are right about that.

ALBUS pulls away from the hug and kisses SCORPIUS.

I’ll see you at dinner.

#15 - What went wrong?

Read: 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 14 

If you’re interested, you might wanna listen to this song before or while you read this part. Just something I wanna throw in and hope it makes reading this part worthwhile :) Let me know what you think.

Also, any text that are in italics are in the past and the rest are in the present form. 

Friday, 17 June 2017

After leaving you Jay headed home but he couldn’t get any sleep at all. Instead he sat on the balcony and scrolled through his phone’s photo album. They were mostly random videos and photos of him and you. 

Jay: Aw c’mon baby, come out and let me see. Pleasssse.

You: I can’t believe you picked this dress for me. It looks so bad on me! 

Jay: Let me see and I’ll be the judge of that.

Jay had went shopping by himself to pick a dress for you since you’re always complaining there isn’t any dresses that are ideal for winter time. He bought the dress home and was sure that you’d like it. Just as you opened the bathroom door, Jay took out his camera phone to record you. 

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Anyone who glorifies drug addiction for the sake of fucking grunge or art or fucking just tumblr being a cunt and romanticizing literally everything, can go fuck yourself.
Addiction isn’t fucking beautiful, it’s terrifying. Actually being addicted to drugs and then getting clean and recovering from it, is a lot harder than it seems. It’s not fun. It’s not cool. Being addicted to drugs isn’t waking up in a bathtub with your friends, it isn’t all fun and games. Being addicted to drugs is waking up in your own vomit, it’s not showering for weeks at a time, it’s living only to get high and getting high so that you can live. Addiction is lying to your own mom for drug money. Addiction is not eating for three weeks, because it’s either food or drugs. Addiction is destroying your relationships and making new ones with bad people, it’s building walls of amphetamines around your brain. Addiction is having your body shut down because of not sleeping or eating for weeks. Addiction is losing the best job you’ve ever had because you wanted to get high instead of go to work. Addiction is turning down wonderful opportunities because it doesn’t involve drugs, addiction is somehow getting three grams every night. Addiction is craving the come-down. Addiction is losing all hope and slitting your wrists in a tiny bathroom in the basement, because you just want it to be over. Addiction is always pushing your limit and not being afraid to.
Addiction is scary. It takes lives. When you get clean, you finally think you’re done. You think you’re going to get on the road straight to recovery and never look back. No. You have slip-ups. Some of us get sucked right back in. For me, addiction had me at a point where I get sick at even the thought of the feeling I got from drugs. Euphoria and nostalgia both make me want to vomit. It’s no longer comforting. Addiction is completely fucking your neurotransmitters for the rest of your life. Addiction is completely fucking yourself for the rest of your life. Addiction isn’t some aesthetic. Addiction is scary. Addiction is real.
—  ― A former addict who’s really fucking sick of seeing people acting like addiction isn’t a serious fucking illness because of this fucking website (via fishdticks)
As simple as this JK
  • SCORPIUS: Are you heading to Quidditch? Slytherin are playing Hufflepuff — it’s a big one —
  • ALBUS: I thought we hated Quidditch?
  • SCORPIUS: People can change. Besides, I’ve been practicing. I think I might make the team eventually . Come on.
  • ALBUS: I can’t. My dad’s arranged to come up —
  • SCORPIUS: He’s taking time away from the Ministry?
  • ALBUS: He wants to go on a walk — something to show me — share with me — something.
  • SCORPIUS: A walk?
  • ALBUS: I know, I think it’s a bonding thing or something similarly vomit-inducing. Still, you know, I think I’ll go.
  • SCORPIUS reaches in kisses ALBUS in the lips.
  • ALBUS: What’s this? This is new.
  • SCORPIUS: I wasn’t sure. Whether we should do this. In this new version of us — I had in my head.
  • ALBUS: Better ask Rose if it’s the right thing to do.
  • SCORPIUS: Ha! Yeah. Right.
  • The two boys dislocate and grin at each other .
  • ALBUS: Can we talk about this at dinner? I would very much like to talk about this.
  • SCORPIUS: SURE! I mean. Fine by me! I'll better just...
  • ALBUS: Yes. Don't say anything yet.
Millard Nullings Smut

@katelyn-loves-total-drama requested this and omg it took forever im so sorry


Your POV

Mud splashed to my dress and legs as Millard intentionally stomped on a sticky puddle. I squealed and tried to get it off before actually figuring out it was mud. I glared at him. I could tell he had a smirk on his face.

“You didn’t.”, I said, my scowl turning into a grin of mischief. “I did.”, he nods, challenging me. I instantly grab a rock and drop it on a deeper puddle next to him so it splashed on his shirt and arms. I laugh at him evilly and try to dodge away as he cupped a handful of mud. My laughs and screams were hysterical as he chuckled, running after me. All of a sudden, he slipped, his cup of mud smeared all over his chest and face, enough for me to see him. A loud laugh emerged from my throat like a volcano erupting as I teased him.

“Oh my God!”, I reacted, trying to pause to catch a breath. But before I even continued composing myself, he jumped on me, a squeal erupting from me as we both landed with a splosh on the muddy land. I laughed, trying to wriggle away from him but he held me tight and firm enough. I weakened and just looked at him. He looked at my eyes to my lips.

“What?”, I say with a stupid grin on my face. He smiles back. “Give me a kiss.”, he smirks. I stick my tongue out. “You’re muddy and disgusting.”, I play around to tease him, but he wouldn’t let me go. I weaken again.

“Just one.”, I give in, rolling my eyes. “Yes.”, he mutters in victory under his breath as he leans in to kiss me, without even caring how muddy we were and how we were propped on the ground.

I love this boy.

His lips meet mine and his kiss just reminds me of all the times we’ve spent together, the books we’ve read and the goof we’ve had. My heart fluttered and I felt his did, too as we kissed. It started to heat up until I realized we were out in the open and it would make people accuse us of black magic for kissing a lightly stained invisible human. I laughed at the thought and pulled away. He pouts. But smirks again.

“What?”, I groaned this time after seeing he still hasn’t loosened his grip on me. “I want to, er…”, he licks his lips and I play vomit. “Shut up.”, I say. “I’m serious.”, he says, not goofy or cheeky all of a sudden. “Well…”, I say as his clutch finally weakens. “Come and get it?”, I raise an eyebrow, running back to the house.

I run, looking back for a while before rushing in thumping, audible footsteps inside. I had a stupid grin on my face as my feet stomped on the stairs. I rush to the bathroom and hide behind the curtains, although I knew he would find me in no time. I covered my mouth.

As predicted, I heard his footsteps nearing and softening at the same time. He pulled the curtains open and I instantly rush out with a squeal. I moved quickly from the adrenaline building up inside me. But I was just not quick enough. He caught me with his arms around my waist and lifted me. (Millard’s a big strong boi now.) I kicked with my feet and laughed, my eyes shutting as he blew raspberries on my neck, which was very sensitive. I couldn’t completely explain how much joy I felt.

He finally let me down and held and embraced me from behind, rocking me in his arms. “Ugh, I love you so much.”, he groaned. My face felt hot and my stomach flipped. I smiled, closing my eyes as he started kissing the area below my ear. I had no idea how we looked like and I had no idea why I had to care.

He started kissing down my neck, which was very sensitive, as I said, and a soft whimper left my lips. He groaned in response. Then he pulled us in the bathroom we just left and closed the door behind me. He slowly pushed me against the wall, his lips burying on mine as I play with the muddy hair on the back of his head. He locks the door and walks us to the shower, closing the curtains and making the warm water run as he attached his lips on mine again, propping me on a little, thick wooden counter. He started kissing down my neck and collarbone again, hot water washing over us. I moaned from both sensations.

I fiddled with the hem of his shirt and pulled it off him quickly as he peeled off my dress as well. They were a wet, muddy mess on the bathroom floor. Then kissing me again, he ran his hands through my bare torso before quickly unclasping my bra. He eyed me completely. “Shit.”, he smirked, thrill in his voice. He quickly and excitedly kicked his pants away, leaving him in his tightening boxers. He hissed, his chest heaving heavily. I made our lips meet again, pulling him even closer to me. He quickly removed the last material I was wearing and heat rushed up to my face. It was the very first time I’ve done it.

“You alright, love?”, he reassures, looking into my eyes. I bite my lip and nod, laughing after. He kisses me, rougher this time and making me want to pull him even closer.

He pulled off his boxers and it was almost surprising all over again that I couldn’t see anything but I got distracted from all this with him kissing down my neck yet again, a moan leaving my lips.

“Millard.”, I whimpered as his hands moved to my inner thighs. A shaky breath left me, squeezing his shoulders. My desire for him throbbed and it was a sensation I’ve rarely ever felt. Then very slowly, he was inside of me, making me squint in pain.

I hissed and he hushed me, kissing my cheek and then my lips and very softly moving. Pleasure washed over the pain like the hot water did over us. He let out a groan as he thrusted deeper inside me. I tremble. “W-we can stop.”, he groans, but it was clear he didn’t want to.

“I’m fine.”, I say, holding back a moan. He groans and softly kisses the spot under my ear. My nails dig into his shoulders. He hisses and kisses me even rougher. His hands have a tight grip on my hipbones and somehow make him go even deeper. I could tell how much he’s wanted to do this. “G-God…”, he stutters in pleasure. My stomach formed a knot that might have explained how close to the edge I was feeling.

With satisfied moans, he thrusted until we toppled over the limit in deep breaths and warm mater making us crave in intense exhales. I look at him and laugh in a hushed manner. He smirks back and gives me a long kiss.

“Next time.”, he whispers. I bite my lip and my face instantly went hot.

You’re Lying - Jaehyun

Requested: I love you. Thank you for creating such beautiful writing 😭😭😭 Anyways, would you please do a ten or Jaehyun angst where you find out you’re pregnant then wanted to tell them but they then tell you that they want to break it off with you. MAKE ME CRY WOMEN. No rush. Btw, love youuyu

A/N: in my defense, idk wut this is-
I sincerely hope you cry, but Admin Kay is better at angst than I am-

Word Count: 573



You threw the plastic device into the trash bin beside you, your hands trembling as you lifted your shirt slowly.
You let out a weak exhale, the thought of pregnancy having never crossed your mind. You glanced at the vomit in the toilet bowl, closing your eyes in realization.

A knock on the bathroom door awoke you.

“What are you doing?”

Frantically, you snatched the pregnancy test from the trash bin, shoving it into your pocket, immediately regretting the decision as the damp tip bled through your jeans. Hurriedly, you flushed the toilet, grimacing at the sight.
You swung open the door, pushing past Jaehyun.

“Answer me” he snarled, blocking your path.

For the past week, Jaehyun was unusually aggressive, constantly paranoid.
His odd behavior drove distance between you two, his hurtful words and sharp glares making your heart shatter.

“Why does it matter?!”

You pushed past him once again, intent on crawling into your bed.

Another knock sounded, both of you directing your attention toward the front door.

“Jaehyun!”

Your brows furrowed as an eccentric squeal sounded through the door.

“Who’s that?”

Swiftly, Jaehyun marched toward the door, not sparing you a glance. You followed him, curious who it was.

“Not now!” he whispered harshly through the ajar door.

“Who is it?”

He slammed the door, locking it.

“A stalker.”

“You’re lying.”

You could see his calculated actions, the unnatural words he spewed made no sense.
He crossed his arms, growing defensive.

“I’m not.”

“Who is she?!”

Tears welled in your eyes at the thought of him with another woman.
He gave his answer as he remained silent, his unreadable gaze making you fume.

“It’s like that then-”

Sorrowful tears burned trails down your flushed cheeks as you turned from him, knocking a glass from the counter.
Frustrated, Jaehyun gripped your elbow, yanking you from the pristine glasses upon the counter. His grip was bruising, making you wince.

“Don’t act like you-”

“I’m pregnant!” you interrupted.

He shook his head, wincing at the thought.

“You’re lying!”

You wrenched your arm from his grasp, pulling the positive test from your pocket, shoving it into his hands.
He immediately inspected it closely, gawking in dismay as he read the result. He pursed his lips, his nostrils flaring.
You flinched as he suddenly threw the device at the wall, dismantling it.

“You’re getting an abortion” he sneered, pushing past you.

“No, I’m not!”

“We’re over- and so is that thing” he remarked, slipping his shoes on haphazardly.

“You used to love me!” you sobbed, changing the topic.

“I used to.”

“What did I do?”

Your lips trembled as you awaited an answer, your heart quivering pathetically.

“Nothing. You’re nothing but a whore, you only wanted me for my money, you never loved me” he spat.

“I did, I do!”

He ignored you, slamming the door behind him as he left.

Your hand trembled as your nimble finger hovered over the ‘delete’ option.
Your eyes stung as you glanced at the selected photos, Jaehyun’s warm smile beside you making you let out a muffled cry. His bright eyes and loving nature of the past making your heart throb erratically.

“Forget about him” a voice sounded from behind you on the bus.

You looked over your shoulder hesitantly, the kind smile of the stranger setting your heart at ease.

“You’re too pretty for him anyway” the man chuckled, brushing his bleached tresses from his eyes lazily.

The City is Mine: Ch.3 (M)

Genre: gang au, angst, smut (IN THIS CHAPTER!!!)

Character Profiles: AOMG | The Outsiders | The 1988′s  (Please read these and the Prologue before you begin!)

Chapters: Prologue1234 /?

“The City is Mine” Ravi Open


“Wait. Did you just say…Don Mills is here?” asked Zico, his voice suddenly turning dark as he discarded his nice guy facade.

“Yeah bro he’s right over there” replied Microdot as he nodded his head towards Don’s direction.

Without another word Zico turned and headed in the direction Microdot had pointed towards, instantly forgetting his mission to collect Simon D’s sister in favor of finding Don Mills.

“Thanks for the drugs bro!” Microdot called after him excitedly before heading towards the mens room to test the drugs out.

Without thinking, Zico’s fingers found their way into his inner coat pocket and curled around the gun he had hidden inside. His emotions, which he normally kept under lock and key, were going haywire. The only thing he could think about was getting revenge on the man who was responsible for killing the only woman he had ever loved.

He was going to find Don Mills, and he was going to kill him.

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Muggle Studies (Fred x Reader)

Request by: @tammigrier

Prompt: You’re Draco’s older hufflepuff sister and Fred Weasley has a huge crush on you but is afraid that you wouldn’t feel the same way considering the Malfoy’s view on the Weasleys. Needless to say, this all changes when you meet in muggle studies.

also, I listened to this song while writing


        The hall was absolutely filled with people as you tried to move past them to go to your next class. Luckily, people knew you as the infamous “Malfoy’s Sister” so people gladly moved for you. God, you hated how that name sounded, it left a bad taste in your mouth. You’re nothing like your stuck up little d-

“I’m sorry!” a ginger boy in your year, presumably a Weasley, stammered as he accidentally ran into you.

“Oh no it’s not a problem, really!” You said reassuringly with a smile.

You looked at his tie, gryffindor, definitely a Weasley.

He looked confused as to why you were treating him so nicely.

“Where you heading?” He asked trying to fill up the awkward silence that was obviously building up.

“Muggle Studies!” You responded.

“Oh..me too!” he smiled.

Needless to say, you walked to class together.

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Mythical Creature//Scott McCall - Part 4

Characters: Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Liam Dunbar, Stiles Stilinski, Reader.

Originally posted by atruealpha

It was Lydia’s idea to play a drinking game. Scott excused himself for obvious reasons, but you’d soon realized Malia, Isaac, and Liam were werewolves too. Malia seemed different. She seemed like an omega, yet here she was with a pack. You knew you had to figure out what was different about her. Your only problem was excusing yourself. The game would only end up being Lydia, Stiles, and Mason. You couldn’t get drunk, and that would be suspicious.

“I think I’ll sit this one out too.”

“Oh, Y/N, please play.”

“I’d rather not.” You smile softly.

“Why?”

“I have a bad history with alcohol.” You laugh. “You know, drink a little too much and the thought of alcohol makes you want to vomit.”

She looks at you blankly for a moment, “Fair enough.”

Isaac leans over to you, “Wanna play a game of our own?”

You raise an eyebrow, “Sounds intriguing. I’m in.”

He smiles, “Follow me.” He gets up and takes your hand leading up to your room. You swear you hear Scott growl.

He shuts the door behind you and you walk over to the bed.

“Let’s talk. You seem very interesting and I want to know more about you.”

“Huh. Not what I expected when you talk about games and take me to the bedroom, but okay.”

He chuckles, “I’m sorry, but are you implying I was bringing you here for sex?”

You smile coyly, “Yes. Yes I was.”

He laughs and sits beside you, “Maybe tomorrow.”

“I hope that’s a promise.” The two of you laugh and you lay back on the bed.

“So when did you move here? I missed out on all of that.” He asks.

“Oh, about a week and half ago. You didn’t miss much.”

“A week and a half and you’re already getting an invite to the lake house? Wow. They must really like you.”

“Well, you like me don’t you?” You smirk.

“Oh, but of course. You’re…mesmerizing.” He grins. You feel yourself bubble with excitement.

“What else do you want to know?”

“I know you’re lying about drinking. Why?”

“I…honestly, I don’t want to throw all my problems at you, but my dad drank. I just have always preferred not to.” Was that why you didn’t drink? No. You drank all the time, but was it true? Yes. Your dad did drink, that’s part of the reason you are what you are.

You see his features soften, “Me too. He drank way too much and was abusive most of the time.”

“Really?” You turn to face him. You actually felt bad. “I guess it’s easy to lose faith in yourself when it comes to that sort of thing when you see a parent go through it.”

He nods, “Exactly. So, on to other things…you’re emancipated?”

“Scott gave you the rundown?”

“Pretty much.”

“Yeah, I’ve been emancipated for about two maybe two and a half years.”

“Lucky you. Where are you living?”

“Oh, just in a small apartment. I had savings so I just took them when I left home. It’s just too much for me to work and go to school, especially since I take care of myself.” You were falsely opening up to him. He loved it.

“Understandable. I lived with Scott for awhile after my father died. Now that I’m eighteen though, I’ve moved into an apartment too.”

“We’re a lot alike, you and I.” You smile.

“I think I have to agree with you.”

“What’re you guys doing? Come downstairs. Lydia said she wants to talk to everyone.” Liam pokes his head in the room.

You go downstairs, where Lydia drunkenly awaits you.

“Guys! Let’s go to the club!” Lydia almost screams. You wince, your supernatural hearing making her voice 50x louder.

“Woah, Lydia…slow down.” Stiles grabs her as she wobbles.

“Why don’t we go tomorrow? It’ll be way more fun that way.” You smile.

“Good idea, Y/N. You’re smart.”

“Let me get her to bed.” Stiles says before carrying her upstairs.

Scott stares you down as you sit.

“Hey, Scott.”

He looks at you out of the corner of his eye. He’s mad, but he doesn’t want you to know. “Hey.”

“You okay?” You smile at him, bending over and looking into his eyes.

This makes him laugh. He looks up at you, “Yeah. I’m fine. Where’d you and Isaac go off to?”

“Oh, just talking. We were just getting to know each other.”

“Oh okay.” He leans back into the couch.

“You seem a little upset.”

“No, just having a bad day.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” You hear his heartbeat speed up when you place your hand on his shoulder. “You can talk to me.”

“My mom’s just pissed at me for coming. There’s been a lot going on.”

“I get it, I’m sure she’s nice, she raised you.” You smile.

He chuckles, “Yeah. She’ll probably be over it by time I get home.”

You hear a large crash, the sound startling everyone. You turn to see a werewolf standing on the broken glass, his eyes glowing blue.

“Scott McCall. I’ve been looking for you.”

You were excited, this was the opportunity you wanted. Of course you had to pretend surprised.

“What the hell?” You whisper. When you turn back to Scott, he’s fully transformed.

“Oh my god..” You stand up, shock apparent on your face.

“Liam, get everyone upstairs.” Scott grunts.

You jog up the stairs, Isaac following you into the bedroom.

“What the actual hell?” You say to him. “What the hell did I just see?”

“I..I’ll let Scott explain.” He says. “I have to go, but I promise we’ll explain.”

He leaves, presumably to help his alpha fight.

This couldn’t have worked out better for you. This was going to make them trust you more than ever.

Right at this moment, you felt invincible. But even you knew this was all too good to be true.

. Obsessive Impulsive . 11

Full Summary: “‘I’ve been trying to find you alone for weeks, but you’ve been avoiding me.’  He clicked his tongue, as if scolding her.  'I tried approaching, but you always had someone with you to give me nasty words and looks.  They turned you against me, Miss Levy.’"

Pairings: Gajeel x Levy

Warnings: I strode for a darker fic again.  This is not for sensitive readers.  Violence, stalking, etc.  

Author’s Note: This is a very, very twisted gift for Bubbles, who has not been allowed to so much as read a single chapter.  This will update every other day.


Levy eyed herself in the mirror in her apartment in Fairy Hills, criticizing every detail to make sure she looked like she wanted to. She nodded firmly to herself, fixed her headband one last time, and then smirked.

A pink dress tied with black lace around her throat and down her chest. The lace lined the edges of the skirt, the part where it cut off into sleeveless slits for her arms. On each arm she wore a sleeve that had been tied on to match, her feet clad in black shoes, and a black headband in her hair. She nodded.

Surely this would do for whatever Gajeel had planned?

Her hazel eyes glowed as she checked the time and grabbed her purse.

She paused to contemplate.

To ask for an escort or to not… She struggled before furrowing her brow. Gajeel knew she would be there and it wasn’t too far…it was a busy time and there were people everywhere on the way back to Fairy Tail’s guildhall…

Alone it was. She’d just hurry.

Levy headed out, tugging her door shut and locking it behind her. Just in case, she told herself, even as she realized with a sinking stomach that she never used to lock her door. Elroy had entirely ruined everything for her.

Well…not everything.

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i feel so frustrated. 

I have this unbelievably strong desire to just leave. To book a flight & go. Meet new people, make new friends, have no plans, take a new path & just restart. I love my life & I love my friends, but I feel like some serious change. 

I’ve realised I feel really lonely & I’ve taken a lot of action to try to work through that with little return. It’s hard when you know yourself really well & know what you like & what fulfils you in life because then when you feel lonely there’s not much more you can do about it. I’ve always been patient, understanding & not super bothered by not having someone, but I’m reaching a point where I just want to find someone to settle down with & share my life with. 

Frustrated is definitely the right word for my underlying energy of late. 

In saying all that it’s been such an awesome last few months. I’ve met a number of new people & made some great new connections. I’ve had some awesome job experiences & opportunities & can’t wait to see where they take me. I’m in love with creating content, having fun behind the camera & doing something that allows me to completely give in to my creativity & express my thoughts.  

Also, still incredibly annoyed by people’s (lack of) communication in this day & age. If you haven’t got the decency or respect to f*kn tell me your busy or don’t wanna talk then don’t think I’m gonna go wasting my time on you or holding up my plans for you honey. Oh & don’t you dare think ignoring messages is simply making me want you more, it’s only making me want to drop kick you off a bridge. 

I’m sorry but NOTHING about Neal’s character was okay. He slept with a vulnerable and scared 16 year old runway while lying about his real age. Then he got her pregnant and left her in prison. Don’t give me that “it was to put her on the path to storybrooke” bullshit. He could’ve broken up with her without getting her arrested and thrown in jail for his crime. Then when he found out about Henry he thought he was entitled to have a relationship with him, and Henry thought so as well. Henry was old enough to understand that what Neal did to Emma was wrong and unforgivable. Yet he just blamed Emma and made her apologize for everything.

The writers must not have teenage daughters, sisters…or y'know, have ever been around a teenage girl. Because the idea of me, my sister, or any of my friends going through something like that makes me want to vomit.

Screw Neal. Screw Snow and Charming for constantly pushing Emma towards him and naming their fucking firstborn son after him. And shame on Henry for idolizing this man who did so much wrong instead of being able to ever even acknowledge that what his dad did wasn’t okay.

Fuck, Emma Swan deserves so much better.