this is dumb i feel awkward

You know that terribly stupid dumb movie cliche where the girl takes off her glasses and straightens her hair and she suddenly hot?

That’s Jamie Benn right now. Like, he’s no longer your best friends awkward and shy little brother. He grew a beard. He’s walking down the stairs in slow mo.

You don’t even care about the bet. You want to take him to prom.

conflicted || clay jensen

prompt: 13reasonswhy16q7w asked: Your recent imagine was so good I was wondering if you could write one with clay were he slowly starts to fall in love with the reader but has a hard time with it because he feels like it’s wrong because of everything with Hannah but he gives in :)

warnings: swearing

a/n: hannah is alive in this imagine ! also i have about 3 more 13rw requests, im pretty excited i hope i can get them done. as always feedback is appreciated and requests are open


Clay had met you at the Crestmont Movie Theater. You had walked in alone and ordered a small popcorn with a drink. Clay had used Hannah’s trick and only put butter on the top of the popcorn. And soon enough, in the middle of the movie, you had came out and asked for more butter. You and Clay had started talking while Hannah was witnessing it. It turns out you were new to Crestmont, and had only moved there 2 weeks ago.

Once you said your goodbyes and gave Clay your number, Hannah had began to tease Clay. “You totally did the butter thing, which was a good idea. She’s really cute.” Hannah claimed, leaving Clay’s face a tomato red. So the next Monday, you started going to Liberty High and where you ran into none other than Clay Jensen. “Hey.” You greeted him with a bright smile on your face, leading to butterflies forming in Clay’s stomach. “Hey Y/N.” He greeted with an equally bright smile.

“So you come here now?” Clay asked, trying to make the situation less awkward. “Yes I do Jensen, and I was hoping you could give me a tour of the school.” You hinted, giving Clay a playful nudge. Clay let out a laugh before bringing his arm, motioning towards. “Shall we get started madam?” He asked to which you let out a laugh. As Clay gave you a tour of the school, he couldn’t help but notice your features. How you genuinely listened to him and smiled and laugh at his dumb jokes, especially his Star Wars ones. God he was developing feelings for you.

“Fuck.” Clay muttered but you heard him. “Something wrong?” You asked, Clay giving you a smile and reassuring you nothing was wrong. But something was wrong. Clay had always liked Hannah, and they were on good terms. Hannah may have even liked him back, but once you came into the picture he couldn’t help but feel his heart stop when he saw you smile. But Clay pushed away his feelings, brushing them off as a small crush and was nothing serious.

After a course of 2 months, Clay’s feelings for you had grown greatly, to the point where he couldn’t even speak without stuttering. “You’re more nervous than usual.” You pointed out, as you and Clay walked home. For once he didn’t have that god damn bike. “What d-do you m-mean? I-I’m cool.” He replied, leaving to laugh. The two of you continued to walk in silence, until you spoke up. “So how are you and Hannah? You guys are a great couple.” Clay stopped walking. “Oh, Hannah and I aren’t a couple.” Clay clarified and you laughed. “Really, I could’ve sworn you guys were.”

“We’re not though. Hannah and I are kinda drifting apart, I realized I liked another girl. Hannah doesn’t know though. It seems wrong.” Clay explained and you nodded your head. “Do I know the girl?” You ask, the two of you still walking. “Pretty well.” Clay answers, laughing softly. Clay started thinking, would Hannah really minded if he and Y/N started dating? The three of them are best friends, and Clay would always tell Hannah everything, so Clay took a chance.

“Y/N, can I tell you something?” Clay asked and you turned to face him. “Of cou-” But you were cut off by Clay pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was passionate and long, so when the two of you both pulled away, you were both trying to catch your breath. “What the hell, who would’ve thought Clay Jensen liked me.” You smirked. “Well you’re pretty amazing.” Clay then walked you home and then off he went to his house and texted Hannah some good news.

Sharing

Requested by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing​: A Misha x reader x Jensen in which the reader is Misha’s girlfriend, but has a thing for Jensen. Jensen returns the feelings, and they surprise the reader by telling her they’ve shared before.

Word Count: 2100ish

Warning: smut, threesome

A/N: Hope y’all enjoy! XOXO

Misha knows.

You tried to ignore it, and since you realized that wasn’t going to help, you’ve just been trying to hide it. But he knows.

You’ve been caught staring at Jensen one too many times, have laughed too loudly at his jokes, have let yourself text him about silly things in the middle of the night, and now Misha knows.

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I’m sure this has been done before but I’ve been wondering about it for some time.

So the Radch originally/technically refers to an isolationist Dyson sphere and the Radch we know is a buffer zone protecting it from the outside.

Gloves are almost as synonymous with Radchaii culture as tea and bloody conquest, but at one point Sphene scornfully mentions something about wearing gloves being a laughable attempt at maintaining purity when outside the Actual Radch.

We know Radchaii religion of course places a great stress on purity and ritual cleanliness, about what you’ve touched, washing your hands etc. Does this mean that Original Flavour Radchaii don’t wear gloves at all times?

@annleckie

Dive

Title: Dive

Pairing: Female reader x Dean

Theme song: Dive by Ed Sheeran

Summary: Dean’s catching feelings for the reader and needs to be convinced to dive in

A/N: This song just has such quiet bar vibes. 

Word count: 2,000ish

Your name: submit What is this?

The old bartender working the quiet Tuesday afternoon shift had poured Dean another glass of whiskey before he’d even opened his mouth to ask for it. Dean looked up from his hands long enough to give a nod of thanks before pulling the new glass to his lips and taking a sip.

The bartender returned the bottle to its shelf and smiled behind his wiry beard.

“Thought you could use another,” he said, “You’ve got that look.”

“You’re not wrong,” Dean said.  The man waited; Dean said nothing.

“So what is it?” he pressed. “Love? Money?”

“Those the usual culprits?” Dean asked. The bartender kept his smile, waiting. Dean looked down at his glass again and turned it slow in his hands. Pushing away from the counter, the old man grabbed a mostly dirty rag and started away, taking the hint and his leave.

“You let me know if you need another,” he said over his shoulder.

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anonymous asked:

*curtsies* One of the things I really admire about you is your independence and I really need some advice about moving out for the first time. My best friend and I both got into the same MA program so we'll be roommates but it's the first time we're going to be living away from our parents. We're both quite introverted people and I'm the type of person that hates change. However, the reason I decided to move away was so I could experience adulthood. Do you have any advice for a starter adult??

*curtsies* Right, this started as a normal paragraph post but then it got too long so here’s a list.

Advice for Starter Adults

  1. Budget. Everything is more expensive than you think it is. Figure out what your monthly spending cap is, figure out what the necessities are going to be each month and how much you’ll have left over for pocket money. Then STICK TO YOUR BUDGET. There is nothing worse than your card getting declined because there’s no money in your account or not being able to pay your rent at the end of the month. Most importantly: (1) Leave yourself a cushion and a backup plan for emergencies. Things come up unexpectedly. You don’t want to be down to your last five dollars when your car breaks down on the side of the road. My advice is to put a chunk of money in a savings account and just pretend it’s not there until you’re in a tight spot and you need it. (2) Keep track of what you’re spending on what. Ask for receipts. This is a really good habit to get into and trust me, you will be much better off when you start doing your own taxes if you have an exact record of all your spending. (Also: Don’t use a credit card at the bar. Take cash out at the beginning of the night and when that runs out, stop. This is a great way to avoid the unpleasant surprise of an $80 bar tab in the morning and also keeps you from getting embarrassingly drunk.)
  2. Talk to your roommates. Turning from ‘friends’ to ‘roommates’ has wrecked a lot of friendships. It might sound ideal to live with your best friend but it’s actually a lot harder than it sounds. The best way to avoid hating your best friend is to communicate. If they do something you’re not okay with, tell them instead of stewing about it. Encourage them to do the same. Talk to each other and establish ground rules even if you think you’ll never need them. Because you will. 
  3. Talk to people besides your roommates. When you go off to college with a good friend it can be really tempting to use that person as a security blanket and only hang out with them. Don’t do that. The first risk you run is that you’ll get sick of each other and it will have a seriously negative impact on your friendship. The second is that you won’t meet anyone new and you’ll regret that down the road. A friendship is like any other relationship in that being conjoined at the hip isn’t healthy. Have other friends, pursue your own interests, and get back together to talk about it at the end of the day.
  4. Clean up after yourself. Especially in shared space, and don’t wait until three days later to do it. This goes not just for your house or dorm but for classrooms, libraries, etc. Nothing says “I’m still a child” like not cleaning up your own mess. But this goes for your own space, too. You will have a much easier time functioning if your room isn’t a wreck, so just keep it clean. It will do wonders for your mental health. 
  5. Budget time for housework and errands. If you don’t make time to do laundry and go to the grocery store you’re going to be naked and hungry a lot. These things take time. So book hours into your schedule on days you don’t have class to get shit done. 
  6. Budget time for work AND relaxation. A lot of people crash and burn in college and grad school because they don’t understand how to divide their time. Yes, schoolwork should be your priority, but you also need to make sure you’re spending time relaxing because if you don’t, you will wreck your mental health. Take your playtime seriously.
  7. Make lists. Make lists of what groceries you need to buy, what you need to get done before Monday, emails you need to send, whatever. Write shit down and cross it off as you get through it. This will greatly reduce stress because you know exactly what you need to get done in a given day and you’re not going to forget anything. 
  8. Eat as healthy as you can. Trust me, I understand exactly how expensive produce is and how tempting it is to live on coffee and Cheerios because it’s cheap. But that kind of diet (or worse, a diet of Doritos and Aristocrat) will take a toll, believe me. Find a place to shop where you can get some reasonably healthy stuff at reasonable prices. Buy store-brand versions of name-brand stuff. (It’s a lot cheaper and it tastes exactly the same.) If your diet sucks it’s going to cause all kind of other problems: breakouts, weight gain, lethargy, etc. Learn how to feed yourself. Make lists for the store so you have the stuff to make actual meals at home. And if you have problems with junk food or overeating, here’s the most important tip: Just don’t buy that shit. Don’t keep beer or potato chips or chocolate in the house if you know you’ll end up eating it while you binge-watch The Crown at three in the morning. Buy healthy snacks instead and you’ll have no choice but to eat those when you have a craving, and save the chocolate for special occasions.
  9. Get more sleep than you think you need. The older you get, the more you will start to feel it when you don’t get enough sleep, so guess what? BUDGET YOUR SLEEP TIME INTO YOUR SCHEDULE. There are only 24 hours in a day and you need to use like at least seven of them for sleeping. 
  10. Exercise. Look, being a teenager is great because you have an elastic metabolism, hangovers don’t exist, and you’re going to bounce back pretty quickly from eating a cheeseburger every day for a week. Once you hit about 23, the glory days are over and before you know it you’ll have gained fifteen pounds and be feeling pretty crappy. So nip that in the bud. Most universities have student health centers, and even if they don’t you can always exercise in the great outdoors for free. Find some kind of exercise you like and guess what? Budget it into your schedule. If you’re a person who’s never exercised in the past, don’t get me wrong, it will suck the first few weeks you do it. But after that it will start to feel really good and you will be much happier and healthier. (Not to mention, you will look better, and that’s always a plus.)
  11. Don’t put off doctor’s appointments. Dude, I am SO bad at this. It takes forever and it’s always awkward and it’s just easier not to think about it. But you know what? It’s even easier to plan it in advance instead of trying to shoehorn it in at the last moment because you need a prescription refilled. 
  12. Don’t do dumb stuff just because you can. Getting out from under the parental eye can be exciting and very liberating. However. Most of the rules your parents have are to keep you from accidentally maiming or mortally embarrassing yourself. So take careful stock of decisions that seem reckless. Like, don’t go out and adopt an 80-pound dog because your parents never let you have a puppy. Don’t get wasted on a Tuesday and hook up with a random stranger twice your age just because nobody’s going to stop you. Being an adult is about having the freedom to make your own decisions but not being a dumbass about it. 
  13. Don’t bite off more than you can chew. Start small. Under-commit yourself at first because I promise things are going to come up that you didn’t expect. So don’t sign up for twice the recommended number of classes and three intramural teams at the same time. Start small and add to your workload if you find you have the time and energy to do more. You have much greater odds of success that way.
  14. Don’t be afraid to ask for help when you need it. Adulting is hard. There is no instruction manual. If you need help, ask. Professional Adults understand that being an Amateur Adult is hard, because they had to do it once, too. Chances are they will be happy to help so long as you ask politely. So. No idea how to balance a checkbook? Ask your mom. No idea how to get grass stains out of your jeans? Ask your dad. No idea how to navigate the library? Ask. No idea how to format a college paper? Ask. Admitting you don’t know how to do stuff and then doing what you have to to learn is part of being an adult. Pretending you know how to do stuff you don’t and accidentally breaking your dishwasher is not.
  15. Don’t beat yourself up if you screw up. Look. Inevitably, it’s going to happen. You’re going to lock yourself out of the house or overdraw your bank account or hit a mailbox backing out of your parking lot. Shit like that is going to happen for the rest of your life regardless of how good at adulting you are. The most adult thing you can learn to do is deal with it reasonably. Melting down because you made a mistake is childish, so don’t do that. When you screw up, laugh it off if that’s appropriate, fix it if you can, and get on with your life. 

Anyway, those are the basics. Good luck!

The Not-So-Glamorous Side of Being an Angel

-eating way to much or not enough because you really can’t tell how much this body needs
-a l w a y s t h i r s t y
-“what do you mean I have to wash the vessel AGAIN I just did that 36 hours ago”
-never really adjusting to having to use the bathroom regularly
-saying something that only divines/angels would understand around your human friends and they don’t get it and it makes things awkward
-“should I tell this friend who I really am I mean we’ve been friends for like 10 years and we trust each other with our lives but STILL”
-seeing fictional angels being depicted or described completely inaccurately and getting unreasonably frustrated
-being super clumsy because you can’t quite get the hang of piloting this dumb human body
-lying awake at 3am because you just feel so lonely and empty inside
-“what if my brain is just making all this up and fabricating memories because I subconsciously want to be Different and Special”
-being afraid to have children because you’ve heard nephilim described as “abominations” and you fear you won’t be able to protect them
-running into someone irl and just KNOWING they’re Angelic too and “omg do they realize I am too do they even realize /they/ are wHAT IF THEY KNOW ME”
-being Fallen and wondering if you actually are the bad guy of your story
-having a disability or chronic illness and wondering if it’s because your vessel can’t handle your powerful soul

Just…being an angel isn’t all fun and games.

Fan account of Det Går Bra

Our translator, Anna, got a chance to see Tarjei’s play in Oslo! Her account is below the cut. We want to remind people that this play is an exaggeration of truths in the actor’s lives. Tarjei is playing a ‘douchey’ version of himself etc. We do not know the extent of the truth behind his confessions in the play.

Trigger warnings for mentions of rape, please proceed with caution. 

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moving on ➳ brett talbot

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

request? no

    summary: After getting your heartbroken by your ex, Liam, two months ago. You’re still trying to move on.

pairing(s): brett talbot x fem!reader

warning(s): heartbroken!reader, cute!brett

a/n: another reuploaded imagine, hope y’all enjoy though!

I huffed, glaring daggers at the smiling couple down the hall from me. My glare changed to a small whimper after Liam kissed Hayden. I turned away from the sight, and went back to gathering my books from my locker. I jumped in surprise when I felt a hand on my shoulder, which turned out to be my best friend, Lydia Martin.

“Y/N,” Lydia sent me a sad smile, “It’s been two months, doll.”

“I know,” I snapped at her, “You think I want to feel like this? You think I like waking up, and feeling like I’m never good enough? You think I like still being stuck on his dumb-ass? I don’t, Lydia, and I’m sorry if me being heartbroken is kinda an inconvenience for you.”

A look of hurt flashed across her face, and I sighed, feeling guilty. I know Lydia didn’t mean harm, but I really couldn’t help it. I felt eyes on my back, and I peeked over my shoulder to realize it was the pack. After the breakup between Liam and me, I stopped talking to the pack. It was really awkward whenever I was around, along with Liam and Hayden so I choose to exclude myself from the little group. I only talked to Lydia now, as she’s been my best friend since we were 5, and we live right next to each other.

“I’m sorry, Lydia,” I told the strawberry blonde gently, “I know you don’t mean harm, but it’s hard.”

“I had no right to say that,” She replied, “I know what you’re going through, I mean I went through it when Jackson left. I’m really sorry, Y/N. Best Friends?”

“Best friends,” I laughed, hooking my pinky with hers. I closed my locker, and we began making our way to our first class.

“Soo, are you ready for the Devenford Prep vs Beacon Hills game tonight?” asked Lydia, with a sly smirk.

“I am,” I chuckled, “It should be an interesting game.”

“Mhmm, what about seeing your loverboy?” She teased me, and I rolled my eyes but a blush crept upon my cheeks.

“You know how I feel, but Brett is just a friend,” I told the smirking strawberry-blonde as we found our seats. She sat in front of me as usual. She just sent me a smirk before class began.

“Y/N!” I heard Lydia call my name, as I made my way over to the lacrosse field, where Devenford Prep players were practicing.

“Hey, Lyds,” I greeted my best friend, taking the empty seat next to her. I bit the urge to roll my eyes as the pack sat behind us, “Don’t start.”

“What?” She asked in ‘fake shock’, and I gave her a look, “All I was going to say was you were looking quite cozy with Mr. Talbot.”

“He’s a friend, Lydia,” I huffed, shaking my head at her bright grin. I turned my attention back to the field, where Brett was now looking straight over at us, shirtless and with his lacrosse stick on his shoulders, behind his head.


“Doesn’t seem like it,” She hummed, “Ooh, he’s making his way over here.”

“Hey Y/N,” The green-eyed boy said, with a smirk on his face, “Lydia.”

“Hey, Brett. You ready for the game tonight?” I smiled, at the handsome boy in front of me.

“Of course I am. You’re coming right? I need my cheerleader,” He winked at me, as Lydia let out a little squeal that I barely heard, “How about a date afterwards also?

“TALBOT!” Bretts’ coached screamed at him, “GET BACK TO PRACTICE. YOU CAN TALK TO YOUR LITTLE GIRLFRIEND LATER!”

Brett left, giving me a wink and I couldn’t help the blush that spread across my cheeks, and the huge smile that broke out on my face.

“Sure you guys are just friends?” Lydia teased, raising an eyebrow. I bit my lip, looking back and forth between her and Brett. I knew that the best way to get over Liam, would to try and forget him.

“HEY, BRETT!” I yelled to the blonde haired boy, who stopped and faced me with a raised eyebrow, “HOW ABOUT THIS, YOU WIN TONIGHT AND I’LL LET YOU TAKE ME ON THAT DATE.”

“YOU’RE ON!” He screamed back, before jogging back to the rest of his teammates.

“I hope we aren’t,” I answered Lydias’ question from earlier. I laughed as Lydia threw her arms around me.

“I’m so happy for you, doll,” She told me quietly, and I sent her a smile.

“I feel happy,” I bit my lip as I looked out on the field.

“Well, let’s go get you ready,” giggled Lydia, pulling me to my feet, and dragging me off to her car. With her dragging me, I ended up tripping on my own feet and fell to my butt, blushing when I realized Brett was staring with a goofy smile.

“Isn’t this too much?” I asked Lydia as she applied another layer of Power Driven (Dark Red) on my lips.

“Never,” She smiled, finally closing the lipstick and stepping back.

I was dressed in a casual black dress, with stockings underneath and my black ankle boots, topped with a crimson red cardigan. My hair was put away in a messy braided bun, and I had a smokey eye look.

“Let’s go,” I chuckled, and yet again I was dragged to her car

/ Lacrosse Field /

Arriving at the field, we quickly took our seats. The game started no later than 5 minutes after.

Brett quickly took possession of the ball, and scored a shot. I bit my lip, as Lydia nudged me with a huge smile on her face.

“Is it bad that I want them to win?” I asked Lydia as Brett scored another shot. He sent me a wink as soon as I met his gaze.

“No,” She grabbed my hand and squeezed it with a warm smile, “you’re finally allowing yourself to move on.“

/ After Game /

Devenford Prep won the game with 10-8. I decided to wait around so Brett could shower or whatever, and Lydia was with me as the pack stumbled over. When I seen Liam with his arm around Hayden, I strangely didn’t feel any hostility like usual. Jackson wrapped an arm around Lydia, kissing her forehead. I smiled at the PDA, they were adorable.

“I think you owe someone a date, Y/N,” Lydia sang teasingly, motioning her head to behind me, where Brett stood. He was cleaned up, and rubbing the back of his head, sheepishly.

“You are right,” I gave her a quick hug, before making my way over to Brett, “Congratulations, Brett.”

“Thanks,” He continued rubbing the back of his head, “So, about that date..”

“Where are you taking me?” I asked, catching a surprised look spread across his face, “What? Did you think I was lying about the date?”

“No - no. Let’s go,” Brett held out his hand, and I gladly took it, lacing my fingers with his.

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The Stormlight Archives are ruining my life.

The wife forced me to read The Way of Kings and I hated it so much I read Words of Radiance, too. The books are RUINING MY LIFE so I sketched some Bridgeboy and Kholins. Trying to get a feel for how to draw these dumb boys.

I’m pretty happy with Adolin’s carefully-styled-and-fashionable-bedhead, not sure what to do with Renarin’s hair yet… I’m going for the awkward-baby-penguin look for that one.

Also, I feel like everyone needs to draw a shirtless Kaladin. It’s like, a fandom rite of passage, right?

cutegirlygirl1223  asked:

Remus and number two if it isnt a trouble :) i love your work

“Y/N, I’m in love with you.”

“Y/N, I love you.”

“Y/N, I know this may sound forward, but I think I’m in love with you.”

Remus Lupin tried each phrase while staring in the mirror placed in his dormitory, finding each one sounding too awkward and inferior to the emotions he was feeling. After each attempt, he found his face in his palms and groans escaping from his lips.

“This shouldn’t be this difficult,” he muttered to himself. Or so he thought.

“Don’t be a dumb git, of course it’s difficult.” James Potter’s voice prompted Remus’ face to leave his hands.

“I can tell.” Remus retorted bitterly, placing his face back in his palms.

“Come on, you can continue practicing on the way to breakfast. You’ve got to eat, haven’t you?”


“Y/N, I have feelings for you, and I think most people would refer to them as love…”

“What are you, a dictionary? No, try again.” James met Remus’ proclamation with a critical tone, pulling the brown haired boy back before he stepped off a now moving staircase.

“It’s too difficult,” he responded, completely frustrated by his own fear of confessing the feelings he’d found himself having for Y/N.

As the staircase docked at a familiar corridor, he stepped off, and along with his best friend, made his way to the Great Hall. He found himself sat with his three best friends, still muttering attempts of his confession to himself.

“Let me try another one out,” he turned to face Sirius Black, whose mouth was full of scrambled eggs, his statement met with a confused gaze of his grey eyes.

“What?” the boy mumbled incomprehensibly through his food-filled mouth, giving James a glance of surprised puzzlement.

“Y/N,” Remus began, oblivious to the vigor with which James and Sirius were shaking their heads, their eyes widened as they looked behind their stuttering friend, “I think I’m in love with you and that scares the hell out of me.”

Finally noticing the exaggerated gestures of his friends, he felt his heartbeat quicken and turned around to find none other than Y/N, her y/e/c eyes staring at him in bewilderment. He didn’t have to hear her next words to know she’d heard him, his heart suddenly pounding faster than it ever had before.

“You’re what?”

The Moon - Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: The reader is dating Luke Alvez but has recently been hooking up with Spencer Reid.

Y/N - Your Name

Y/F/N - Your Friend’s Name

Warnings: slight panic attack, cheating.

Word Count: 1435

AN: Hey guys! I know I have like three requests to do and another chapter to Camo but I managed to do this in my spare time between finals. Tomorrow is the last day, so I’ll be updating much sooner than I have been!

You hadn’t planned for this to happen. Really, you hadn’t. You weren’t the type of girl to sneak around. Luke was such a sweet boyfriend to you and was honestly was everything you could ever want.

Except there was a slight problem, Spencer. The two of you had been close friends since you started working at the BAU but he never seemed interested to be more. So eventually once Luke became your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but still be curious about Spencer.

The flirting started out subtle. Accidentally brushing his leg, sending goofy barely clothed snapchats, and always adding snarky comments on to entice him.

It was fun until the two of you ended up alone in the elevator. You had no idea that he would actually act on what you had been doing, truly you believed he was too dumbfounded to notice. Those fifteen seconds proved you to be very very wrong.

As you stepped into the elevator you couldn’t help but feel awkward. You flashed a smile as the doors were closing just to be friendly but before you could say a word Spencer had backed you into the hand railing.

“Wanna explain yourself Y/N? Because to me, you’re just playing with fire.” Spencer gave you a slight smirk before leaning in just close enough that you could feel his breath on your neck.

“I don’t know what you mean?” Playing dumb wasn’t your strong suit, but fuck it.

Spencer let out a laugh and laced his hand up your arm and onto your shoulder, just light enough to give you goosebumps,“What was that?”

“K-kiss me Spence.” you mumbled under your breath.

Once his lips connected with yours, that was it.

Although it was only one kiss that day, it had started a forest fire. As much as you knew you should stop, you only wanted more.

The nights you went out with your friends had been ending at Spencer’s place. Except it wasn’t always sex that you wanted, sometimes all you wanted was to be around him.

Luke had made a habit of coming over before work with breakfast around sevenish, so sneaking in at six became the new normal. Except today you managed to slip up.

You shot up in bed once Spencer’s alarm had began to go off. 6:45 a.m. Oh fuck. You usually would set your alarm a couple hours before his went off, but you had completely forgotten your phone at home last night.

“Y/N? What’s going on?” Spencer rubbed his eyes trying to regain some strength and placed his hand on your shoulder.

“I forgot I didn’t have my phone so I completely slept in and now Luke is going to be there without me. I’m screwed.”

“Baby stop, stop. It’ll be okay, just say you stayed at Y/F/N’s house. He won’t know the difference.”

You nodded thinking that could possibly work as you were putting on your clothes that were scattered on the floor.

As you were getting ready to leave you stopped and sighed, “I’m sorry I’m so complicated Spence.”

Spencer shook his head and walked towards you, “You are not complicated Y/N. The circumstances are just hard. I’m the moon, he’s your sun.”

Once you pulled into the driveway you saw Luke’s truck parked in front of your garage. You were so scared this wasn’t going to work.

As you opened the door you could feel your heart in the pit of your stomach. Luke was sitting at the kitchen table with a bag that could only be donuts when you walked in. It didn’t look like he had been there that long but you couldn’t tell.

Once you made eye contact he budged a little in the chair, “Could we talk Y/N?”

You nodded as you walked toward the seat across from him and sat down, “I’m sorry about last night. It was late so I just crashed at Y/F/N’s house.”

Luke rolled his eyes at your comments and slid your phone across the table. “Wanna go ahead and read those texts from last night?“

Spencer Reid: 1:30 a.m

“Are you coming over?”

Spencer Reid: 1:45 a.m

“Babe?”

Spencer Reid: 1:50 a.m

“Just text me when you can so I know you’re okay..”

You couldn’t breathe. Luke knew about you and Spencer and nothing could have prepared you for this moment. You looked up at Luke and couldn’t form the words to apologize.

Once a few seconds passed you started to open your mouth when Luke shook his head as if whatever you had to say meant nothing, “Don’t Y/N.”

“Luke.. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen I swear.” you choked out.

Luke laughed and stood up from the table to grab his glass of orange juice, throwing it full speed at the wall and shattering into hundreds of pieces, “How long has it been going on?”

You shook your head and wiped the tears that had escaped down your cheeks. This was the first time Luke had been angry at you, which consequently made you feel like 100 degrees sitting there.

“Not gonna tell me? That’s okay. I’ll just ask your good friend Spencer.” Luke reached for your cell phone off the table.

“Stop Luke, please. Leave him out of this.” your tears had turned into heavy sobs by this point and there was no use trying to calm down. This was a nightmare.

You could barely hear Luke interrogating Spencer about the two of you over your crying. Without realizing your breathing had become hard and catching your breath felt nearly impossible while Luke was still going off.

Once Luke hung up the room was silent for a few seconds until you heard a quiet “we’re done” out of Luke’s mouth and heard him walk out.

It wasn’t five minutes that you were alone before Spencer was in your driveway.

Luke had managed to leave your front door wide open which let Spencer walk right in. Frantically he looked around the front of the house for you, “Y/N?”

A few seconds later Spencer stuck his head into the kitchen and saw you sitting at the table. You had put your head on your lap trying to catch your breath to calm down but were failing miserably.

The second Spencer saw you he ran in front of you crouching down,“Hey hey hey.. baby look at me.”

You gripped Spencer’s hand that was placed on your knee and looked up at him. Spencer quickly noticed how sweaty your palms were and diagnosed your breathing patterns.

“You’re hyperventilating, match my breaths, okay?”

You nodded and took a deep breath once he had. Five seconds inhaling, holding it for a couple, and slowly exhaling for seven. Spencer repeated this process with you until you felt your heart stop racing.

After about five minutes you were able to sit up and breath normally but Spencer was still eyeballing you unsure of your state.

As you wiped your eyes you realized your makeup from the previous night had run down your face. You must’ve looked like a clown, and let Spencer see you like this? Great.

“I’m sorry about all of this. Especially the part where I look like Bobo the clown.”

He shook his head at your comment not finding any humor in it, “You don’t need to apologize for anything but you do not look like a clown, you’ll always be so beautiful to me Y/N.”

You sniffled at that, “If that’s true, why didn’t you show any interest when I did? I wouldn’t have gotten tangled up with Luke. I just wanted you.”

“I just.. I didn’t want to mess anything up. I’m sorry I took too long realizing you were what I wanted.” Spencer looked down at your floor hoping you’d say it wasn’t too late or that you’d give him another shot.

You sighed and nodded, “So what do we do? Or, what do you want to do? About us, I mean.”

“I want you Y/N. I truly do. That is if you could give me a chance to be your only man. I can’t sneak around anymore.”

You shook your head, “Luke and I are over for good Spence. You don’t have to worry about that, but about what you said earlier about being my moon? You’ll always be both my sun and moon.”

Spencer took your hands in his and smiled, knowing this was all he’d been wanting for months. Both of your smiles radiated as he placed your lips on his.

Million Reasons

Adam Cole x reader

(Y/N) is a friendly chick but clueless about when a guy is flirting with her, just thinks he’s being nice. Adam, who’s been trying to get her attention, is at his wits end about how get her to see how he feels, when he overhears another guy hitting on her.

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Supportive Clarus

I was thinking about that supportive Clarus in Gladnis AU post and I’ve tried to come up with more headcanons like

  • Tbh Clarus could tell there would be a connection the moment baby Gladio met baby Ignis and first thing he did was hold his hands out to put his palms on baby Ignis’ eyes, thing that baby Gladio did to stuff he found to be specially pretty; he just hadn’t understood what kind of connection until they came to this (that is if they met as babies, I’m not sure when they met).

  • At first Clarus feels a bit awkward because of who his son is dating, not because it’s about a guy but because it’s a guy he personally works with- he’s office co-worker to his son’s partner, so it feels a bit strange. 

  • Ignis tries very hard not to show it, but Clarus notices everytime the young adviser is a bit troubled by sitting and walking normally. So that makes Clarus very awkward for the rest of the day. Very.

  • Not that Ignis is bad at hiding it; Clarus just has a very perceptive eye.

  • I just hope they’re using protection…

  • First time Ignis has dinner with the Amicitia, Clarus personally cooks and Ignis feels a bit upset and in panic he’s not in the kitchen too.

  • “Gladio, I’m the guest, your boyfriend, and I theorically work for him. I should be making him happy and comfortable, not him serving me.”
  • “Iggy that doesn’t make sense.”

  • Ignis shows himself specially quiet during that dinner: he gets awkward because he deeply cares about the impression he’s leaving there so if I speak too much he will think I am troubles; if I don’t speak more he will think I’m personally upset in this situation. Do I eat more slowly or faster? Is it an insult if I pick my food from left to right? Omg. What do I do. What do I say. Gladio help me.

  • Clarus is quiet too, but tries really hard (awkwardly, but he really does try) to earn some conversation with him.

  • Iris ends up saving the day and making it the less awkward as possible for both sides.

  • After dinner Gladio goes to drop Ignis at his apartment and after thanking him he’s like “Also, I didn’t expect that you’d tell your dad what my favorite meal is. He did perfect, but it wasn’t necessary.”

  • Gladio smiles at him and kisses his eye like “I didn’t tell him.”
  • Ignis is puzzled because “Was it Iris? Does she even know?”
  • “Iggy, you’re adorable but a bit dumb. He knows himself.”

  • Ignis is flustered and instantly blushing mad in the face because he’s in the realization that his father-in-law may seem quiet, dry and maybe even distant at times, but he cares for Ignis far more than he really does show.
  • Indeed he’s so moved that second dinner with the Amicitia is faaar more comfortable bc he just relaxes; the man makes him feel he’s in family, so there’s more conversation and laughter this time. 

  • First time Clarus called Ignis by “son” he got all awkward by remembering he was Gladio’s boyfriend.
  • “It’s okay, son. I meAN IGNIS. I mean…Scientia. Ignis. Son. As in…it was a nickname. I do not…uhm…never mind. I’m sorry, Ignis.”
  • Ignis understands it was just a nickname, but also understands Clarus second-interpreted it as “son-in-law” as if it was about a married couple, and that’s why he got awkward. “It’s fine, Mr. Amicitia.” 

  • Clarus gets to know Ignis so well without noticing that he is who suggests most what to gift him at random times.
  • “Look, a cooking book. Ignis would like that. You should but it and give it to him. Add it to the cart, I’ll pay.”
  • “I think this is Ignis’ size. It seems to be his style. Do you think he’ll like it? Add it to the cart, I’ll pay.”
  • “The other day I saw Ignis using his phone…it seemed a bit outdated. We could get him a new one.”
  • “Ignis likes this magazine. Take two.”
  • “Dad, you buy more things for Ignis than you ever buy for me or Iris.”
  • “That’s not true.”
  • It totally is true. The man silently adores Ignis to levels not even he understands or notices himself.

  • Clarus forever changes the coffee brand he’s used to in his house for Ebony.
  • “Ignis likes it, doesn’t he? We should have some in case he visits.”

  • Except all the things he does for Ignis’ wellbeing and happiness stay all in the dark. Clarus is not one to brag about or explicitly recall on “it’s Ebony, by the way”. He will just serve the damn coffee.
  • Ignis ackowledges all the nice things Clarus does for him, though. He, as silently, is grateful for it.

  • After a couple years of relationship, Clarus deals with some comments at the Citadel of the sort: “Clarus, the thing between your son and Scientia’s has gone on for too long. Don’t you think it’s time to do something about it? Get in between, I mean. Talk them into understanding. I mean, prince Noctis is going to have a heir of his own one day…Gladiolus needs to drop a future Shield of the King, and Ignis a future adviser. They need of women.”

  • Clarus, usually polite and decent with his Citadel co workers, suddenly frowns at them and starts listing.

  • “First of all, women are human beings with emotions and aspirations, not baby delivery machines.

  • Second off, my son is more than just my last name. He’s my family, and a human being. He will spend his future with whoever he chooses to.

  • Last off, it would be idiotic of me to tell my son apart of Ignis. Ignis Scientia may not be perfect, but he’s a hard-working, mature and wonderful man, with a loyalty not found anywhere, and an intelligence that surpasses the average. He’s strong, smart and kind to ridiculous levels. He cares for the people he loves more than he cares for himself, and would gladly give his life for prince Noctis or king Regis. He may not be able to genetically give my son a kid of his own, but he doesn’t need that to make him the happiest man of Eos, and that’s all that matters.

  • If they decide to not leave any heirs to their titles, that is their choice to make, not ours. And if they ever do decide otherwise, and with Ignis as the wonderful human being that he is by his side, I would be the proudest, happiest grandparent in all of Eos to the Amicitia-Scientia without a single doubt.

  • I thank your worry, but I could not care less about it. Have a nice day gentlemen.”

  • Ignis had been on his way to deliver some papers to the other side of the building, and accidentally heard the starting of the conversation- stayed behind the door all over the rest.

  • Having heard it all, Ignis’ currently containing the tears and failing and he suddenly doesn’t care about his work and just runs to the training hall, interrupts Gladio’s training, and hugs him like the world’s about to end.

  • Gladio’s all puzzled because omg no, why are you crying, why are you crying so much, what do I do, what happened, Ignis who died.

  • Ignis won’t tell him until later because he just can’t speak: Clarus loves him more than Ignis thought. And I love him more than he knows, too.

  • One of the last things Clarus said to Ignis before the party left Insomnia was “Ignis, I will miss you dearly. Have fun, take care. And be aware that, whether you and my son stay together or not in a future, you will always be a son to me. Okay?”

  • That was one of the few times Ignis lost his sense of formality and just hugged the man who is his dad a million times more than his real dad has ever been.


Agh I love supportive Clarus SO MUCH.
I think I just made a tiny fic of sorts rather than headcanons. Oh well. Still posting this because I love the fluff.

PSA TO FANS WHO STAN ‘unpopular’/’underrated’ GROUPS : please reblog

So I’m writing this to other fans that know the struggle of being constantly scared for the disbandment of one of your fave groups. I know Nu'est fans, Topp Dogg fans, After School, Stellar, B.I.G, Madtown, 24k, Boys Republic, MYNAME, Berry Good, Rainbow, Sonamoo, f(x), History and so many other fandoms can relate. You all know who you are, and I’m praying, hoping, that we can all help each other out again, like we’ve done before and band together to help support a group that I really don’t want to disappear like so many others have.

If you’re interested in helping out that would mean the world to me but if not, maybe you could check out some of the links I’ve attached below, or REBLOG, or even just check out one video: BIGSTAR’s most recent comeback Full Moon Shine. If you’d like to just skip to the links, I’ll have everything under the cut, but if you’d like to read a little about the group and hear my thoughts that would be awesome. (There is quite a bit, I will warn you.)

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anonymous asked:

*banging fists on table* MORE SHINSO HEADCANONS

*Iida comes and asks you to please respect the table*

  • his phone is full of cat and dog pictures
  • has this little goldfish and sometimes he just looks at how it opens and closes its mouth and imitates it like
  • “om om om om”
  • his mom caught him doing it once and he didn’t talk to her for the rest of the day because everytime she saw him she would snort and go “om om om”
  • changes his clothes at least twice before going out because he has to look good
  • watches makeup tutorials to try and find out if there’s a good way of covering his dark circles 
  • after a lot of weird situations related to the point above he finds out he looks really good with eyeliner
  • has thought about getting sidecuts more than once but believes he wouldn’t look as good as he does in his head
  • gets emotional listening to sad songs
  • likes his long fingers a lot
  • sings to himself when he’s home alone
  • if he’s at home he wears his pajamas all the time
  • they consist of a really old All Might t-shirt and some plaid pajama pants
  • is scared of dentists
  • the type that says “cat!” aloud when he sees one on the street
  • has only had one crush on his life and he never talked to them
  • when nervous, besides scratching the back of his head he might stutter as well
  • oblivious to flirting
  • started going to the gym but gave up after the first week
  • he felt awkward thinking that people would stare at him while he was exercising
  • says really dumb stuff when he’s alone
  • like maybe he’s staring at his legs and he just goes “hello leg, leg, leggy leg leg”
  • goes shopping for new clothes with his mom and sometimes feels embarrassed if they get inside a store and there are other people of his age shopping with friends
  • picks up his cat and starts saying “nyoom” while he carries it around the house

Following my other Lars playlist I really wanted to make one that focuses on Lars’s and Sadie’s turbulent, complicated relationship with its ups and downs.

Thanks to my BFF Taylor @blessedthrice for helping me make this!!!

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And this is why I have decided
to pull these old white sheets from my head
I’ll leave them folded neat and tidy
so that you’ll know I’m out of hiding

I feel like a fool
so I’m going to stop troubling you
buried in my yard
a letter to send to you

She’s on his mind day and night,
thinks he takes her for granted but to her surprise,
he needs her more than she needs him.

Let’s get fucked up and die
I’m speaking figuratively, of course
like the last time that I committed suicide,
social suicide

I got no job I got no money got no self esteem
I take a Xanax every morning for anxiety
I take a beer and take another then I’m gonna call her
I’ll probably end up fuckin’ up and makin’ it feel awkward…

Having sex in the morning your love was foreign to me
it made me think maybe human is not such a bad thing to be
I just laid there in protest, entirely fucked
it’’s such a stubborn reminder one perfect night’s not enough 

Sorry I didn’t kiss you
but it’s obvious I wanted to
bubble gum down my throat and it’s a curse
but my luck couldn’t get any worse

I feel like I don’t deserve the love that I receive
I feel like I don’t live up to all that I believe

And I can’t be arsed to carry on in this debate
that reoccurs ,oh when you say I don’t care
well of course I do, yeah I clearly do!

And since I’m young enough, and
since I’m dumb enough, and
since I’m arrogant, since I have not seen enough
I suppose I assume there were some loose guidelines
as to what to do to avoid this sense of certitude

And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss you
and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t care
and I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t kiss you

Your body was warm when
I laid by your side
I said “I’m glad I have found you
and I’m glad we’re alive”

Who would you rather be
The Beatles or The Rolling Stones
oh seriously, you’re gonna make mistakes,
you’re young 

Well I’m about to spend my whole life cutting corners, placing blame
any moment this could catch fire, erasing all the stains
so here’s to starting over, we could be the same
we’ll change it all together, the future’s mine to claim 

I wanna take a bath with you
and wash the chaos from my skin
I wanna fall in love with you
so how do we begin ?

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