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What If I Kissed You

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Y/N Y/L/N, Misha Collins, Jared Padalecki, Brianna Buckmaster  

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: A few adultish thoughts, Drunkish!Jensen, tipsy!reader, not much. Mostly fluff.      

Word Count: 1700ish

A/N: So I have been writing a lot of angst lately for my series and for and for angst day (yep I am gonna make y’all cry that day). So I kinda needed a change of pace. When I heard Temecula Road’s What if I Kissed You this one shot popped into my mind.

Thanks a billion to the bestest little sister in the world @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this one for me

Note hate against Danneel - I love her. For the purpose of this fic Jensen is single. 

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Being around Y/N on set was bad enough, but tonight it was down right impossible for Jensen to focus on anything else but her. It was a beautiful night in Rome. All his friends, well work friends, were there. Misha and Jared were laughing and talking about something right next to him, but Jensen didn’t pay attention to them at all.

His eyes were solely fixated on Y/N and the way she was laughing and dancing with Brianna. Hell, he couldn’t even hear the music over the sound of her bell like laughter ringing in his ears. He was drunk and not only on the “apple juice”  he had been drinking all day, but on her. She filled his senses and Jensen allowed his mind to wander as he watched how the short summer dress she was wearing clung to her curves in all the right places. Her tanned skin was almost shining in the lights of the club and her hair was swaying with her every movement. She looked happy and free.

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anonymous asked:

I'm not trying to come off as rude, but how is lance smarter than keith? Because impulse and intellect are two different things, so if your arguement is that Keith is more impulsive than Lance, meaning Lance is smarter, it is an invalid arguement.

I don’t take it as rude at all anon, don’t worry! And you also aren’t the first person I’ve met to wonder why I believe Lance is the smarter of the two either, so let me break it down:

“ if your argument is that Keith is more impulsive than Lance, meaning Lance is smarter, it is an invalid argument.” 

I agree 110%. I am also a firm believer that this doesn’t count because being rash or impulsive has NOTHING to do with intellect. So don’t worry, that isn’t my argument at all ^^

My arguments below the cut:

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Why I Don’t Use Ouija Boards

I cannot stress enough how against Ouija Boards I am. Each experience I’ve had with one has ended terribly, and this experience in particular really hit it home for me.

About eight years ago, my group of friends from high school decided to have a big ol’ get together at my friend Melissa’s* house. She lived in a neat little neighborhood in Green Mountain Falls, Colorado, right up against the side of a mountain. Anyways, so we all arrive, we eat some snacks, we yuck it up. Then one friend mentioned that she had brought along a Ouija Board. So, naturally, the crew wanted to play with it. I was hesitant, but decided that it wouldn’t be so bad because my friends were just doing it for shits and grins. There wasn’t any end goal other than pure entertainment. 

Boy was I wrong.

Now, let me set this scene up a little more. Melissa’s house was situated on the same plot of land as an abandoned log cabin/house about 100 feet away. All the wires to and from the house were cut, which one of my friends has told me that she thought that was odd. Honestly, this house gave me the worst vibes from the jump. It sat oddly on the side of the road, the dark wood and stark contrast in comparison to the other houses nearby was off-putting. But there was a super ominous tone that I couldn’t shake. Well, my friends decided to take the Ouija board to the backside of the house. 

The abandoned house. Source: Google Maps. This is a really shitty screenshot, but whatever. I tried.

As we were walking through the small field of weeds, my nerves got more and more shaken. The rest of the crew skipped, laughed, shined flashlights in each other’s faces without a hint of concern, so I tried not to worry. Once we got settled on the small back porch, we began. I’m not sure who asked what questions. Actually if I remember correctly, the whole session was kinda stupid because we kept getting dumb answers from “the other side”. Something about a man from eastern Europe named Bob… I don’t know.

I began to ease my anxiety and relax a bit because I seriously thought this wasn’t going to amount to shit. In fact, I actually got pretty bored. Eventually, I announced that I needed to pee, so I was going to head back to Melissa’s house. Another friend, Olive* came along with me. As we were crossing the small field back, one of my friends had called out to Olive and I to wait. I turned around, and the site I saw sickened me.

Up at the top of the abandoned house, crawling out of the chimney, was an oddly shaped, elongated human. I don’t even know if it was human! The limbs on this creature were roughly 6 feet long, and they slinked out of the stone chimney in such a sinister, menacing, spider-like way. One limb at a time, spreading themselves down the small slopes of the roof. I froze. I couldn’t breathe. I don’t even remember my friends talking to me at that moment. I couldn’t take my eyes off the creature. It’s head turned to look at me, and it stayed still. I stayed still. 

The creature. Source: My own drawing.

Then, just as slowly as it came out, it slinked back into its hiding place in the chimney. First the legs, then the arms, and finally the head. But the head popped back up one more time and looked in my direction, almost as if it wanted me to know that it knew that I could see it. Then, I curled up in the grass to hide or something. Whatever I could do to make myself feel safe again.

I started to shake, and I even cried. Olive looked at me with concern and asked me several times if I was okay. I vaguely remember telling her to tell the rest of the group to wrap up their Ouija board adventure. They were in danger. Whether that came in the form of physical or mental harm, I wasn’t sure. But I knew they needed to get out of there. Eventually, everyone collected back into Melissa’s place. 

Can I prove that the Ouija Board is to blame for me seeing a creature slithering out of an abandoned home? No. But because these two experiences happened in close proximity to each other (same property, time, and horrible feelings), I cannot be in the presence of a Ouija Board. I see young kids play with them and it worries me to death, because I truly feel that the boards are responsible for some scary shit that walk the earth. Call it suspicion, but I’ll call it spiritual safety.

anonymous asked:

Has Batman ever had encounters with Harley and Ivy as Bruce Wayne? Would he ever try using that part of his identity to help them or any other of his rogues, for things like trying to start a new life away from villainy and such?

Someone was in Bruce Wayne’s office, and there was no graceful way to avoid them without making it obvious that he knew they were in there. There was a smell in the air like mulch and roses.

He had no frame of reference for what would constitute a normal amount of things to notice, and so chose to err on the side of oblivious moron.

If there’d been a smell like marzipan dipped in bleach, he might have chosen differently.

“Heya, Mister Wayne,” Harley Quinn greeted, sitting on his desk. She waved as much with her feet as her hands. He closed the door behind him.

Bruce considered his response. Hopefully his momentary indecision with regard to his facial expression could pass for surprise, or confusion, or fear. “Hello, Dr. Quinzel.”

“Don’t worry,” she said. “I’m not with Jay no more.”

“She’s with me,” Poison Ivy said.

“Hello, Dr. Isley.”

“I really prefer Ivy.”

“Dr. Ivy,” he corrected.

“Doncha love the way he says doctor?” Harley asked Ivy.

“Charming,” Ivy said. She did not sound charmed.

“I told her we oughta come talk to ya,” Harley explained, “on account of you’re a real nice guy an’ all.”

“Thank you?”

“I was just going to kill you,” Ivy added.

“Thank you. For not doing that.”

“Isn’t he just like a puppy?” Harley asked, pressing her hands to her cheeks.

“You can’t keep him.”

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family expectations / sirius black

requested. i have finally posted something and it’s probably crap. i apologize if it is x 

request here


Your elbows were propped on the table, fingers pressed against your temple as your right leg bounced up and down, brows furrowed in concentration. You kept mumbling to yourself ingredients to a potion, your concentration drifting away every time laughter erupted from a group of what seemed to be second years sitting in a corner.

You were at the library trying to revise for your upcoming N.E.W.T. exam in Potions and it was going well till those disruptive kids appeared.

“Powdered root of Asphodel, Wormwood, Valerian Spri-”

“Thats bloody hilarious!”

Your hands clenched into tight fists, knuckles turning white as you slammed them down on the table and abruptly stood up to make your way over to the group. If Madam Pince wasn’t going to resolve this issue then you were.

All you wanted was peace and quiet but it appeared that no matter where you went to revise, distractions always followed you.

“Whoa! Who are you going to kill?” 

Speaking of distractions.

“I’m not going to kill anyone.” You huffed.

“Really? Because your eyes scream murder.” He commented.

You stared at the luxuriant ebony-haired boy, another huff escaping your lips as you ignored his comment. “What are you doing here?” You questioned.

“What? Am I not the type to be found at a library, finding a solid good book to read?”

“You and reading don’t really go hand in hand.” The tone of your voice hinted irritation.  

“Ouch.” He feigned, placing a hand over his chest. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. I’m fine.” You lied, your eyes flickering over to the group that erupted into another fit of laughter, your hands clenching against your sides.

Sirius raised an eyebrow at you, silence consuming him for a moment as he didn’t want to press any buttons that would cause you to become more irritated than what you already are, so he studied the look on your face in hopes to find evidence about what’s bugging you. The dark bags under your eyes gave away how restless you’ve been, the pale color that covered your usually rosy lips hinted insufficient fluid consumption, and the sight of your unkempt hair showed that you’ve been far too distracted with something that you were neglecting your appearance. And he knew the reason why had to be that you’ve been relentlessly revising for the exams that were quickly approaching.

“Y/N, baby. I think you should take a break.” He said softly, reaching for one of your hands.

You shook your head, biting at your bottom lip. “No. I can’t rest until I take the exam, Sirius.”

“C'mon you’ve been revising all week. A little break won’t hurt, love. We can sneak out and go out to eat or do whatever you want. It’ll be fun.” He tried to persuade but you shook your head again. “Listen Sirius, I’m fine and just need to study, alright? Please just leave me alone. That’s what I want. Peace and quiet with no distractions.” You explained.

“But-”

“No buts, Sirius. You don’t understand. I need to study and you’re not helping. You’ll only be distracting me so please go.” You requested as the edges of your lips twitched into a frown, your eyes closing when he leaned forward to place a lingering kiss on your forehead.

“If that’s what you really want.” He mumbled against your skin. “I’m here for you, you know that right?” His hands squeezed yours, his soften eyes fixed on you.

You nodded but stayed silent, a sigh escaping your lips once you watched him eventually walk away from you. You were angry at yourself for responding to him that way, but you knew that revising was far more important at the moment, especially since having received that Howler not too long ago.

“Y/F/N, your father and I have heard a rumor that you blew up your cauldron in class recently. That indicates that you have made a mistake and such things are not tolerated in this household. You should be ashamed! You’re the Head Girl and a top student! You come from a lineage of Ravenclaws and to make such an empty-headed mistake brings dishonor to this family. It will be in your best interest to maintain top marks in your N.E.W.T.s. or else.”

Your mothers words constantly replayed itself in your head and you knew that if anyone would’ve overheard the Howler, they would have laughed at how your mother was plainly overreacting and you would’ve agreed with them. She was overreacting but she never played around when it came to your academics. That’s why you’ve been pushing yourself past your limit these days, you had to achieve top marks. You feared that wouldn’t be the case with your Potions class though. You had always struggled a bit with the class, not being a natural potion maker like one of your friends from Gryffindor. You tend to mix up the ingredients and never actually had the patience to brew the thing.

You had came to a decision the next day that you were going to skip your classes the entire day, spending your time and attention on revising and memorizing the potions you needed to know instead. It was your absence that caused Sirius to worry even more. That following morning after having found you in the library, he didn’t see you in the Great Hall where you usually sat with your friends and throughout the day you never showed up at your usual meet up spots nor in the classes the two of you shared together. He was worried for you and began to ask around if anyone knew your whereabouts but no one could give him an accurate answer because they were just as clueless.

“B-Bowtruckle.” You managed to spit out, the Fat Lady eyeing you for a moment before opening up the entrance to the Gryffindor’s Common Room. You managed to walk through the entrance without falling, the grasp you had on the bottle of Firewhisky tightening. “Sirius?” You slurred, eyebrows knitting together as you tried to get a good look of the boy who was slumped in one of the couches.

Sirius head swiftly turned to look at you, his eyes widening as he practically flew off the couch and was by your side in seconds. “Have you been drinking?” He questioned, his voice trailing off when he caught site of the bottle held tightly in one of your hands.

“No.” You lied.

“I can see the bottle, Y/N/N.”

“What bottle?” You grinned cheekily at him, moving your hand behind your back.

“Give it to me.”

“No.”

“Give it.”

“No.”

He tried to reach behind your back but you quickly moved, stumbling a bit in the process. “Don’t be stubborn and give me the bottle. I can practically smell the alcohol on you.” He pointed out, grabbing a tight hold of you as his free hand reached for the bottle once more, managing to be successful this time.

“Boo! You’re no fun.” You stuck your tongue at him, crossing your arms against your chest in defiance as you refused to let him drag you to the couch.

“Why are you drinking, love? Especially at this time of night?” He asked.

“Well, why are you up so late?” You questioned.

“Because I was hoping you’d show up with an explanation to why you’ve disappeared all day without telling me or anyone in fact.” He answered.

The only thing your mind was able to grasp though was the Howler your mother had sent, your lips beginning to tremble as your eyes started watering.“I’m so dumb!” You cried, falling to the floor. Sirius couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh, the small smile etched on his lips soon disappearing when he noticed the tears that started to stream down your cheeks. “Ssh baby, don’t cry. You’re not dumb.” He assured, dropping the bottle before sitting down beside you and trying to wipe the tears but you gently swatted his hand away.

Your body was sprawled across the floor, eyes lazily staring up at the common room ceiling, “Yes I am!” You declared. “I’m terrible at potions! I blew up t-that cauldron last week, remember?” Your words were slurred but still understandable.

“Yes, but that doesn’t make you dumb.” He tried to reason.

“Yes it does!” You hiccuped, your arms flailing around as you tried to use proper hand gestures. “It’s a mistake! I made a mistake and in my family that i-isn’t acceptable! I’m in Ravenclaw we’re s-supposed to be the smart ones and I’m terrible at Potions so I’m going to fail my exam and my family will d-disown me and i’ll be homeless and eat sewer rats for the rest of my life because I won’t find a job! That’s why i’ve been studying for that final all day. And oh merlin! I was so rude to you yesterday at the library. I’m such a terrible person! All you wanted to do was help and I’m so sorry! I needed to be alone and to study in peace. I don’t want to be a disappointment.”

Sirius stared at you with wide eyes, not being able to stop himself from smiling at the way you overdramatized part of your reasons. It was clear to him now on why you didn’t show up to class today. You were overly stressed about the exams that were quickly approaching.

“Stop it! You’re laughing at me.” You accused, covering your face with your hands. “I came here to find and talk to you and apologize for being such a mean girlfriend, but you’re laughing at me.”

“I’m not laughing at you, love. I swear. And you’re not some terrible girlfriend. You’re just stressed and I think you’re overreacting a tad bit.”

“No I’m not!”

“Yes you are and do you know why?” He questioned.

“Why?” You whispered, peeping through your fingers so you could look at him.

“Because you’re the smartest girl I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. And don’t say you’re not because you are.” He went on. “So what if you blew up some cauldrons? Peter has blown up twice as many I bet. And if your family is going to disown you because of that then screw them. And that’s coming from the original family disappointment here.” He laughed. “You’re not perfect, Y/N, no one is. So it’s okay if you struggle with a class, trust me. That doesn’t make you any less intelligent. I also don’t think that just because you’re not able to brew up a potion properly it will land you on the streets and cause you to eat sewer rats. Besides, I wouldn’t let that happen.”

You sat up swiftly, elbows propping up on the floor as you felt the blood rushing to your head, causing your vision to blur a bit. “Do you mean that?” You whispered, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

“Every word.” He smiled. “You’re going to do just fine. And besides, if you do end up living in the streets and eating rats then I know the perfect spell that’ll make it taste better.”

You let out out a laugh, your lips curving up into a smile. “Oh Sirius Black! I love you so much!” You exclaimed, throwing yourself on top of him, your arms wrapping around him as the two of you fell back.

“I love you too, princess. Just remember to take it easy and find some time to give yourself a break.” He murmured, his voice softly spoken as he massaged deep circles onto your back. “And don’t try to live up to some ridiculously high expectations. Like i’ve mentioned, It’s not worth it and it doesn’t make you any less intelligent.”

“What would I do without you?” You mused into his chest, the both of you nonverbally deciding to stay on the common room floor for the rest of the night.

“Dunno, love. Maybe eat sewer rats?”

daddy-devil  asked:

What if Roman was trying to be brave by like climbing up counters to go exploring and he falls off the top of the fridge and breaks his arm

I am here to serve! *salutes*

-Tiny Roman had no fear of heights.

- Tiny Roman was insanely brave.

- Tiny Roman therefore climbed to a great many places he shouldn’t. He knew Momma Lolo would be mad if he caught him climbing up here, but Tiny Virgil was running interference and if there was one thing Verge was great it, it was distracting the adults.

- Dada was with Tom Tom, helping with something, so the tiny prince knew his victory was assured. He would conquer this beast! He would drink from the keg of glory! He was so close!!! He was….LOSING HIS GRIP!!!!

- The small royal fell from the top of the fridge with a yelp, and the crunching noise when his left arm came down coupled with the fierce pain left him breathless for a few moments.

- Once he found his breath, he released it in a loud scream that was one part pain and two parts fear.

- Seeing Momma Lolo come running around the corner was both the most comforting and terrifying of his life. Tiny Virgil hid his face behind his hands, clearly frightened.

- “Oh my god, ROMAN!!! Sweetheart, can you move?! Tell me where it hurts! Your arm?” Momma’s voice was oddly soft, but there was an undertone he couldn’t quite place.

- “Don’ be mad, Momma! I sowwy!” Tears ran down his face, and when Momma tried to move his arm he let out a squeal of pain.

- “Momma isn’t mad, Ro. This is why we tell you not to climb so high! We don’t want you to get hurt. That arm is definitely broken, so we’ll have to set it and get a cast on it. Can you walk, little prince?” Momma’s eyes were very soft, his hands gentle as he helped him sit up, but there were still frowny lines between his eyes and a tension around his mouth that Roman didn’t like.

- “But I was dumb! I got up when you an’ Dada said no. I sowwy, Momma! I wuv you, please don’ hate me!” Logan sighed, pushing aside his panic and his anger at himself. Those things were not helpful, and Roman needed him now.

- “I could never hate you, Ro. I know you’re sorry, and it’s going to be okay, but we have to work together to fix this, okay?” Logan smiled at the child, a real smile, and Roman’s tears lessened a little. His arm still really hurt.

- Patton had been distraught at the site of Roman and his crooked arm, but he understood what had to happen, and how much it was going to suck for all of them.

- He took Tiny Virgil to another room and turned up the volume on his favorite cartoon. Later, they would talk. Later, there would be hugs and hushed assurances that “NO, Virgil sweetheart, it was NOT your fault!”. But for now, Virgil didn’t need to hear this.

- Logan needed Thomas to help, because this was going to be painful for everyone, especially little Roman.

- “I need you to hold him down, Thomas. His arm needs to be set if it’s ever going to heal properly. I…I have to set it.”

- Thomas’s eyes widen. He understands.

- Logan swallows hard, his eyes tortured. “It’s going to hurt him. I…”

- “You’re doing this because you have to. It’s okay, Logan. You can do this.”

- The scream Roman emits when the bone is reset is something that will haunt Logan until the end of his days. Roman’s pale face, his anguished eyes, the way he scrabbled away sobbing “MOMMA NO!!!”

- It took everything in him not to break down crying himself, though he did softly beg for forgiveness, carding his hands through Roman’s hair as he whimpered. It really didn’t matter, though, since he’d never forgive himself.

- The cast was much easier, and Roman picked a sassy shade of purple. Thomas was the first to sign it, using a gold paint pen and drawing a few stars on it.

- In a few days, Roman was back to his usual flamboyant, rambunctious self, albeit still Tiny. Virgil refused to ever distract anyone for Princey ever again.

- Logan never let the little royal out of his sight.

Ok, but can we please talk about Slytherin Xu Minghao: 

• Xu Minghao, who was raised by a hufflepuff and a ravenclaw 

• Xu Minghao, who didn’t even consider the other houses as an option because of this 

 • Xu Minghao who is a metamorphomagus by excellence • He changes his hair and eye color about every day 

 • just because he can and because it drives everyone crazy  

• Also, no one knows if he was born with his pixie like ears or if he just liked how they looked and kept them 

• Either ways they are gorgeous, so no one really cares 

 • Xu Minghao whose hair sometimes changes with his mood swings 

 • He hates this though because he doesn’t do it on purpose 

 • Xu Minghao who walked into platform nine and three quarters looking for Jun 

 • Because Jun and him had been joined to the hip since they were children 

 • But the traitor was born a year earlier and Minghao still resented him 

 • “You left me alone! You traitor!”

 • “It’s not my fault I’m older than you!” 

• “Well it isn’t mine, that’s for sure!” 

• He didn’t find Jun because someone had managed to talk himself into sitting with the conductor 

 • But that’s another story… 

• Xu Minghao who ended up siting next to DK and Mingyu during the whole train ride 

 • He was a bit annoyed at first but then, little by little he started warming up to them 

 • and somehow not finding Jun wasn’t the tragedy he thought it was 

• Xu Minghao who everyone expected to be a hufflepuff 

 • because this kid looks like a ball of sunshine 

 • Also his hair was bright yellow at that point 

 • Xu Minghao who made the whole room go silent when the hat said slytherin 

 • Somewhere in the hall Wen Junhui shed a tear because Minghao wasn’t sorted into his house 

 • Xu Minghao whose hair turned green as soon as he was sorted  

• He got the loudest cheer that night, that’s for sure 

 • Xu Minghao who grew up playing quidditch in Jun’s back yard 

• They were both hell of a beaters 

 • Xu Minghao who got into the slytherin quidditch team in record time 

 • Like he got into the team second year and by fourth year he was already captain of the team 

 • He didn’t want to be captain though 

 • “I can’t be a captain! I can barely hold myself together, I sure as hell cant hold this team!” 

 • But after a lot of begging from the team and a little (lot) of convincing from Jeonghan he accepted

 • Xu Minghao who absolutely owned the captain spot and got slytherin one or two quidditch cups as captain 

 • Xu Minghao whose favorite subject is defense against the dark arts 

 • It didn’t matter to him that the professor spot was given to someone different every year 

 • He learned something different from everyone and that was what mattered 

 • Xu Minghao whose boggart was all of his friends lying dead in the floor 

 • Xu Minghao who at first couldn’t say or do anything but look at the boggart with tears rolling down his eyes 

 • Later in the year he managed to pass the test with an E 

• but that image sort of burned it’s way through his brain 

 • Because Minghao loves his friends above everything 

 • Xu Minghao who has friends in every house but specially in hufflepuff 

 • Xu Minghao who somehow got his hands in the marauders map 

• He used it mostly to get in and out of Honeydukes when he ran out of candy 

• Xu Minghao who everyone thinks is an angel 

 • Until they get to know him and realize that about every prank pulled at Hogwarts has something to do with him 

 • But of course he never gets in trouble because he can change himself into anyone 

• He has never gotten anyone else into trouble though 

 • At least not deliberately 

 • Xu Minghao who sends letters to his parents every week 

• He hasn’t missed one in all of his time at Hogwarts 

 • Because, as bad ass as he might seem sometimes, he’s still the hugest sweet heart ever 

 • Xu Minghao who kept complaining that everyone had a pet but him 

 • Because, let’s be honest, this kid loves animals 

 • So Jun got him a ferret for his fourteenth birthday 

 • No one knows how Jun got the ferret 

• or how Minghao managed to sneak it into the slytherin dorms 

 • Let’s be honest the answer to both of those questions is probably Seungkwan 

 • Xu Minghao who hand knitted a slytherin scarf so that the ferret would fit right in 

 • And if you asked he would admit it proudly because “Look at it! I made that! Doesn’t she look cute?” 

• There was once a petition going around to change the slytherin mascot to his ferret 

 • The petition was almost successful 

 • Xu Minghao who adores the greenhouses 

 • Like, he’s not even that good at herbology 

 • But somehow the green house is always a nice place to hang out 

 • Xu Minghao, who turned the room of requirement into a dance/ martial arts studio for Jun’s birthday 

 • Jun nearly cried tbh 

 • “I’m so touched by this little brother!” 

 • “I’m not your little brother…” 

• “Then what are we Minghao??” 

 • “Don’t get all dramatic on me…” 

• “What are we?? Am I just another friend to you? I though you loved me!” 

 • “That’s it! I’m never doing anything nice for you ever again!” 

• Xu Minghao who treats everyone with respect 

 • Xu Minghao who is the first one to come in defense of first and second years who are being bullied 

• Xu Minghao who thinks house sitting arrangements are dumb and sits in every table 

 • Because “why should I be separated from my friends just because they wear a different color tie?” 

• Xu Minghao who is Hagrid’s favorite person 

• Xu Minghao who visited Hagrid every day since first year because he thought Hagrid needed the company 

 • Xu Minghao who sometimes changes his features too mess with people 

 • Like he once completely tuned himself into Jeonghan and kept flirting with all the professors 

 • The worst part, no one ever noticed 

 • Xu Minghao who will kill anyone who calls someone a mudblood 

 • Xu Minghao who literally can’t stand discrimination of any kind 

 • Xu Minghao who is cunning and ambitious but also has a huge sense of fraternity 

 • SLYTHERIN XU MINGHAO PEOPLE

Ravenclaw Wonwoo  Hufflepuff Seungkwan  Slytherin Minghao  Ravenclaw Jun   Gryffindor Hansol   Hufflepuff Seokmin   Ravenclaw Jihoon   Hufflepuff Jisoo   Gryffindor Chan   Hufflepuff Mingyu   Gryffindor Hoshi   Slytherin Jeonghan

Getting Caught

Here it is. The present. Or well, the past since it was technically four days ago, but still. The present.

Let me start off with this, my mom is not in the country. She is gone until February 14th and I am dreading and also awaiting the day she comes back. I want to see her because I miss her and I love her, but I also know when she comes back she also has to find out the truth. Her daughter tried to steal something in a store she frequents.

Now my mom’s reputation is very important to her. VERY IMPORTANT. More important than to most people, and that is because of her occupation (which I will not disclose). So when she finds out, not only will she be heartbroken and worried about me and my future (which is also very important to her because she works very hard to assure that my future is bright and I have everything I need to make it bright. I know I’m a lucky daughter who does stupid things.), she will also be heartbroken and worried about her reputation.

That being said, my father and I went to a JcPenney to buy my mom jewelry she specified on wanting during a sale that went on while she is gone. (that doesn’t agree with tenses but whatever) While there, we waited for an attendant to help us, I spotted the small Sephora. I pocketed three items totalling 118$.

My dad and I picked out the jewelry, and I, despite being nervous, continued on my way. I felt nervous because there were cameras everywhere. There were not a lot of people, but a relatively good amount. 

I did my research on shoplifting hauls and tips on tumblr. One of the basic things is if you have a gut feeling you’re being watched or something is going wrong, something is going to go wrong. Drop your stuff and go. I had a gut feeling. I was stupid enough to say, oh well, and keep going.

We walked out the store, and I passed the sensors and I felt relief. I didn’t ring. Not three feet into the parking lot a man with greying hair and glasses stopped me, pulled out a black wallet looking thing, out came a gold badge and said “Please come with me”. My heart is beating so fast as I type this.

I couldn’t believe this was real. After countless stories on tumblr, countless hauls, all my friends stuff which is 87% stolen, and I, on my first attempt, get caught. I didn’t believe. I wanted to cry. They took me into a back room and my dad kept asking questions.

Let me tell you this. It was probably the worst experience of my life. Filling out forms with tears coming down my face, my dad so angry, he wouldn’t even sit down, or look at me, and all he wanted to do was hit me in the face. He begged the man to pay for my items, but the man replied it was against company policy.

It was worse than getting my first D on a calc test (the average was a 47 and its a college class in high school so don’t judge). It was worse than finding out my boyfriend cheated on me. It was probably neck and neck with finding out my grandfather died. Actually, my grandfather dying beats that out by a bit. 

I filled out forms, signed a notice saying I know I will get a civil demand for an undisclosed amount, I am not allowed in the mall, and an acknowledgement of what I attempted to steal. I received a court date right then and there. I spent an hour in that small room with my dad who cried for the third time I had ever seen him cry.

It was hell.

Let me tell you. JCP has HD cameras that can zoom in and out. JCP has an attending LP always, sometimes more than one on duty. JCP doesn’t tag somethings like bags, jewelery, and makeup because they will ALWAYS catch you taking it. At least at the one I was at.

If you want me to go into more details, I can. I remember everything they told me, everything I asked my dad through my tears, and everything my dad told me.

It felt like a nightmare. 

We left an hour later and my dad cried and asked me why I did it, especially because he asked before we left if I wanted anything. He was disappointed in me. He felt like I broke his trust. Not only did I try to steal, but I was with him. A man who would give me whatever I wanted, as long as I asked.

We picked up my brother from his internship in college, and he asked what was wrong. I was required to tell him what happened through my tears, and he called me stupid and said why would I shoplift. I told him you answered it, because I’m stupid. My brother asked basic questions like if I was arrested, but didn’t press too hard. My brother hasn’t always been the best brother, but he has always been a good child. I’ve been a pretty good sister, but not the best child. I do dumb things. He knows that, and he is all for punishing me for it. He only wants the best for me though. I love my brother, but he knew I was in deep trouble for my stupidity.

I texted my boyfriend right when I got in the room that I was getting in trouble for shoplifting and did not text him until I got home. When I got home, my dad and I did not talk.

I called my boyfriend on the phone, told him what happened, cried for a while, then went on my laptop and did as much research as I could. I asked questions on forum sites, I called lawyers left and right. I looked at what I could expect.

I am and was a 4.4 GPA student involved with Student Council, NHS, and volleyball. I didn’t have a spot on my student record, and before this, not one single speck on my criminal/arrest/juvenile record. The worst grade I had ever received on my transcript was a B, combined with a Satisfactory citizenship and the grade for that semester was a 3.4 unweighted, with a weighted average of 3.8. Like I said, I was not and am not a bad student. I want to be a doctor and I am taking medical advanced classes for my school’s accelerated program and am interning at a medical center.

Me being a good student doesn’t mean jack shit however. Being a good student doesn’t mean that I didn’t do what I did, nor does it lessen or put the blame off on anyone else. I still made the same stupid and shitty decision.

I got caught. I am not immortal. No one is. I got caught.

A Hard Day’s Night

Pairing: Dean/Castiel

Prompt: Castiel, bothered by his friends because he never even kissed someone, decides he can’t handle the nagging anymore and does something he thought he’d never do.

Tags: student!cas, escort!dean, angst 

Words: 1116

A/N: Part one of a series if there’s interest, feedback is very much appreciated.  

Tagging: @amazingstuartwhoisnotonfire @thedisgraced @funnycas @destielonfire @purgatoan @sunkissedsam @prettyboydean @saminzat @ducksorclowns @castielismyfavouriteangel (please let me know if you want to be tagged, or if I should get you off the list!)

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Pink (Pietà) | pt.2


Don’t trust me.”     pt. 1  |  pt.2

Stripper AU: Where Y/N’s brother, Namjoon, brings home a ball of pink haired trouble named Jimin, who twists her life around and makes her regret ever hearing his name.

Rated M/Warnings: slight violence, stripper!jimin, stripper!namjoon, slight minjoon, slight love triangle, sexual themes, asphyxiation kink, rough sex, oral sex

Word Count: 9,570

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Why I Started Sugaring

I have a pretty unconventional reason as to why I started sugaring and why I still love it to this day. 

I was in a few year relationship that was wonderful. We had a healthy life together and eventually decided to move in together. I don’t know what triggered it, but upon moving in he became insanely jealous. Making mean comments about my clothing choices and asking why dinner with my girls took so long. About a month later we were on vacation in my hometown and he grew jealous of my male friend since childhood. He put his hands on me that night and I told him the next day it was over and I would never be with him again. I didn’t know why his personality changed so sharply, but I gave him leeway in moving out of our apartment because I loved him. After a couple weeks, I started asking when he was leaving more often. He started getting angry and violent. We slept in different bedrooms. I started making plans to leave because I just wanted out of everything, even though I had paid the deposit and the first two months rent. Then one day, he held me down and raped me.

It took a while for me to really call it what it was. I blamed myself for putting myself in that situation in the first place. I never told anyone, not even my therapist. I’m a naturally sexual person, young and attractive. I felt like my sexuality and womanhood was disgusting after that. I couldn’t imagine how I would feel trying to be intimate with a new partner I cared about. 

Meanwhile, I was closing in on graduating college. I had $9k in credit card debt and $6k in student loans and wasn’t where I wanted to be in my life. I ditched most of my friends in the aftermath of my relationship.

I am fortunate that the first man I met on SA was an experienced gentleman and knew how to treat me. I didn’t even have time to be nervous about our date because it was brief and last second as he was flying out that evening. I didn’t have time to be attacked by the initial sleaziness of that site. He gave me a cash gift for that first date and was very straightforward and honest. I still ask him for favors to this day.

Being in a sugar relationship gave me the power to take back my sexuality. It made me feel like it was my choice. I entered into each engagement without fear. I was always worried how I’d feel with my next boyfriend, if the first time I had sex after being raped would disgust me. It didn’t matter if that happened with these men, I could get up and leave any time.

My ex also owed me over $3k, which I will never get since I eventually had to file a restraining order. I felt stupid. I like to think I’m an independent smart woman, I would always be more than happy to go dutch or pick up the check because that was who I was. But that was just dumb. I never felt comfortable asking men for things, I always felt like I needed to prove myself. 

Sugaring taught me it was okay to expect more from men and ask for favors, that it didn’t take away from my strength as a woman. I’ve learned that usually men who care about you will acquiesce. I know some of you girls hustle and love to pull one over on stupid guys. And sometimes I feel like men deserve to be fucked over because of what happened to me. But luckily my SRs have been nourishing and have taught me so many empowering things about simply being who I am. 

I have traveled the country, gone to Europe twice with my SDs. I carry a nice purse and bought a new car. I paid off all of my debt before I graduated and have $5k in an emergency fund and $30k invested in investments. I’ve been sugaring for about a year and a half. 

But I’m not extravagant. I work an 8-5. I have normal friends and talk to my mom every day. My closet is not designer, I save most of my money. I have a few stories that still make me cringe because I wasn’t well versed in the sugar world at the beginning. 

I suppose what I want to say, is that I am not cynical nor outrageously pampered. I’m right in between. I love being a sugar babe, I love having someone spoil me since I’ve never been spoiled before. I genuinely appreciate the experiences I’ve been given. I’ve had four successfully SRs. I’m in one now. Sometimes it’s easy to forget that a good sugar relationship can be empowering in more ways than just financial. 

Spoiled Rotten

Character: Yoongi (Suga) - BTS
Genre: Angst/Fluff/Smut
AU: Daddy!Yoongi ft Namjoon & Hoseok!
Authors Note:  W A R N I N G !
Hiya Marksoners!
So this a topic that Admin A and I have been researching and thinking about a lot lately. This scenario (more than likely a two-shot) is about DDLG relationships. We didn’t really understand what that was at first but after some research and a lot of reading on a lot of different opinions about it, we thought that we’d like to shed some “light”, if you will, on the subject. I know this topic isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, so if this makes you uncomfortable, don’t read it.

As always, enjoy and let us know what you think!

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spacedracie  asked:

I'm not sure do you still take prompts. But if yes, 5,klance please? Thannks!!

5. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

Keith knows from past experience, primarily that one time in 6th grade the cutest girl in class asked him out to the halloween dance and tried to make him into a bunny and her the dog, that dances fucking suck

“C’mon, Keith,” they said. “It’ll be fun,” they said.

And yet, there Keith Kogane was, the red-to-black and back to red paladin stands, in all his Paladinian Glory, in some grimy corner of the room watching Lance McClain, the true savior of the universe, dancing and laughing it up with someone that isn’t him.

Yeah, dances fucking suck.

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Dom Race

Requested by one of my lovely followers :)

@sickeningly-sweet-honey

FUCK THIS IS KINKY AND I LOVE RACE

  • Ever since you’d first became a newsie, you had found Racetrack Higgins quite attractive. His beautiful eyes, flawless features, his humor, his boyish grin that could turn into the sexiest smirk a gal ever would see. His god damn smirk got to you all the time. He would only had to smirk, even just slightly, and you would be at your knees for him.

  • But at the same time, Race was one of the biggest flirts in all of the newsies. He constantly would woo women and young ladies while selling papers. And you knew that Race and his dumb smirk and flirting could not get the best of you. You tried to flirt back but it backfired and created a tension which you couldn’t explain and Race started to become more touchy. And you didn’t mind at first until you thought you figured out that he was just toying with you.

  • So you did your best to space yourself from Race. You would pick Albert, Buttons, even go as far as picking Les to be your selling parter. You made sure Race would never be able to be your selling partner because it would hurt you to watch him flirt with any woman who would give him the time. And Race began to catch on to your motive.

  • It was lunch time one day and you decided to head back to the lodging house to eat a bit and take a quick break. You were passing the alleyway next to the building when someone pulled you into the alleyway and pressed you against the wall. “What the hell- Race?!? What the hell?”

  • “(Y/N), you'se been ignoring me and I gots to knows why. Did I offend you? Did I say or do something wrong? C'mon babe, ya gotta tell me” you felt heat rise to your cheeks due to Race pressing against you to keep you pinned to the wall. “R-race, let me go. I just wanted to have a bit of lunch and finish sellin’ the few papers I have left,” you explained as you tried to push him off of you

  • Race quickly reacted by pinning your wrists above your head “Youse not going anywhere until you tells me why you keeps ignoring me, babe” he almost growls “I’m not your babe so don’t call me that. You feel so entitled to flirt with every woman in Manhattan, so go call one of the babe. Not me” you spat at him, voice dripping with venom. Race just pushed himself harder onto you “oh, I see your jealous of all the girls that I give attention too. You want to be selfish and have me only flirts and touch you. Isn’t that right… baby girl?”

  • “God dammit Race,” like a switch went off in your head, you now were putty in his hands from that nick name, “I am jealous, okay? Because you made me feel special to you and then you rip it away by giving other gals that same feeling” and he just chuckled in response and leaned into your ear to whisper “oh, (y/n), how are you so blind? You probably don’t even see the tension that’s always been between us.”

  • Your breath hitched in the back of your throats at his strong words “and now I’m gonna have to show you how hard I’ve been working to get you to notice me more and how much effort I put into flirting with you. You don’t even appreciate that looks I give you or my sweet talking anymore and I’m just gonna have to fix that” without a second thought, you pressed your lips to his and he immediately responded with an equal if not stronger force, “it’s time i shows you how you make feel all the damn time”

  • And a second later, Race had thrown you over his shoulder sand was carrying you into the lodging house. Upon entering he threw you onto his bed in the room he shared with Albert and Romeo. “You think you can accuse me of trying to toy with you and say all that shit to me. Well baby girl, I am your daddy and I own you” he spoke sharply between kisses before he started to attack your neck. You felt him nip and suck in at least three different spots on your neck, including your sweet spot, “you’re not allowed to cover any of those love bites, understands?”

  • All you could do was nod “that’s a good girl, now why don’t you strip down to your undergarments for daddy” You stood off the bed and slowly began to strip teasing him “Uh-uh little girl, no teasing or I’ll leave you locked in here till you’ll behave” you quickly finished stripping, leaving yourself in your bra and panties “awe look at my angel, so flustered by her daddy giving her all this attention. Why don’t you undress me, baby girl?” He smirked

  • You nodded as you climbed on top of hone, straddling his hips. You began to undo the buttons of his shirt then unbuckling his suspenders and finally slipping all the close of his chest. Your hands traced the outlines out the muscle from his biceps to his abs. “Does my baby girl like what she sees?” You nodded “no no, little girl, use your words”

  • “daddy, you just look to good, especially with me straddling you,” you blushed at your own attempt of dirty talk. This made Race smirk as he sat up. “you’ve been a good girl, what do you want to do? Do you already want my cock, or should I eat you out, or would you like to ride my thigh?” Each option sounded so good to you and it was impossible to decide

  • “I-I wanna ride your thigh, first,” you admitted and he helped you position yourseld. Slowly he guided your hips down in order for you to hump his thigh, your cunt still clothed along with his leg. The site of you riding his thigh and being so needy for him really started to get turned on. While you kept riding his thigh, he reached behind you and un did your bra and if he hadn’t had leaned in so close he wouldn’t have heard your soft moans “c'mon baby girl, you can be louder than that. If not, well I’ll just have to punish you”

  • When race thought you were close to your edge, he picked you up off his thigh only to toss you back on too the bed “you looked beautiful riding my thigh, but now I wanna see you scream for me while I eat you out” he drew out his words while pulling off you panties. He lifted your legs onto his shoulders before spreading them to make sure to give you maximum pleasure “baby girl, your so wet and I have barely touched you. Who makes you so horny baby girl?” “M-my daddy Race does. Now please- please touch me” Race traced your fold and your lips with his fingers followed by his tongue and then he finally let fingers pry your wetness apart so he could start sucking at your clit

  • “Daddy, mhmm… fuck , Yes!” Profanities and moans escaped your lips each one louder than the last as he brought you back on your edge. Your fingers dig into his hair when two fingers harshly entered you and pumped in and out. The feeling he gave you was absolutely sensational,“daddy, may I please cum for you?” “Yes, baby girl, cum around my fingers and tongue” with that you had your first orgasm of the night which shook your whole body

  • You were left panting as Race stood up, removing the rest of his clothes and putting a condom on himself. He crawled back on top of you and held both your wrists in one hand “and now I’m gonna show you what I think about doing to you every time I sees you” he smirks, teasing your entrance with his cock “beg, baby girl, beg for me to fuck the life out of you

  • You gave into his commands "Daddy, please pound relentlessly into me, make me cum all over your cock,” with those words he unexpectedly slipped into you and began pounding into you. The feeling was painful yet so pleasurable. Your body began to shake slightly from his over stimulation.

  • “Are you already back on edge again baby girl? Because god I am close too. Your count is just so tight and, ugh, am I hitting your g-spot? I know I am from how fast you were back in the edge. Who makes you feels this good?! Let all of Manhattan know who owns you, baby girl!” And then your second orgasm came for the night, and while you rode it out he kept pounding into you before reaching his own “Fuck, daddy, Race, Anthony, oh fuck only you make me feel so good”

  • He pulled out before cuddling up next toy you “damn right I do. I love you, (y/n)” you yawned and responded by cuddling up and pressing a kiss to his collar bone “I love you too, Race”
Guardian Angel

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Hoseok/J-hope X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request: Could you do something where reader is an agent of some kind and she is supposed to be a bodyguard for a specific person (jimin or hoseok plz) and then there was an attack of some kind and then she protects them but not without getting like seriously hurt in the process. And maybe they had also grown close and fond of each other?

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

It was the day of the boy’s biggest concert and you were ordered to direct them through the airport safely. Everyone kept telling you that it would be a bad idea to become a body guard due to your gender but you weren’t one to listen. It was sexist to think that you couldn’t do as good or better of a job than any of the male staff could. You had been working with Bangtan for a while but never spared much conversation since you were usually involved in high stress situations but you didn’t mind. They were all very sweet to the staff members and you really had no complaints to be made.

As per usual, you walked over to the opening of their plane, waiting to escort the member you were assigned to you. Hoseok comes off the plane with a huge, contagious smile on his face.

“Good morning, Hoseok”

You couldn’t help but give back a smile.

“Good Morning, Y/N. Did you get a chance to eat this morning? It’s really early for you to be out here.”

You nodded, lying.

“Yeah, i’m fine. You don’t have to worry about me, I’m more worried about you. We do this pretty often but some of those girls are rough..i’m surprised they call themselves fans when they treat you like that.”

He gave a shrug, walking along side of you. You could see why all these fans were obsessed with them, looking as gorgeous as they did and being as sweet as they were. You wondered if you would would be a fan if you weren’t working along side of them.

“I’m sure they mean well..” He said, sighing. You could tell it bothered him but there wasn’t anything to be done about it. There would always be those sort of crazy people out there and he knew it came with their sudden popularity. Nonetheless you stayed close to him as you approached the uproar of fans. There were cameras flashing everywhere, fans already screaming, and people pushing to get closer all around. You kept a distance between you and Hoseok but made sure nobody went past your arms.

“Jhope! Look over here!” fans called.

He glanced down at you a few times to check on you and when you made eye contact he gave another warm smile. As the end of the airport walk was approaching you stopped the group of members at the road, looking for the van that was supposed to pick them up. You searched around for it when you didn’t see it in sight and one of the fans shoved you out of the way to get a picture, plunging you into the road. You knees scraped the concrete under you and all you could remember was the headlights of an oncoming car with the sounds of gasps and screams from the sidelines. 

The warm feeling covering your hand was the next thing you noticed, your eyes still closed as you moved around in the bed. Voices could be heard but you weren’t even paying attention, squeezing the hand of the person holding yours.

“She’s awake!” Hoseok yelled at the nurse who rushed out of the hospital room. 

You winced at how bright the lights were, looking around.

“…Hoseok..? Why am-ow, ow, ow.” The sharp pain of your side took over your will to speak. 

“Please don’t move. The doctor said you broke 2 of your ribs when the car hit you.” 

The look of sheer worry in his eyes made you feel guilty for letting this happen in the first place. Although when you realized you were still holding his hand you pulled yours away.

“I’m okay, It just hurts to sit up. Shouldn’t you be at rehearsal for tonight?”

“I told them I wasn’t leaving your side until I knew you were okay. You got hurt because of me….”

“Hoseok that’s not your fault, I was doing my job-”

“Why do you do it?” Hoseok blurted. 

“Do what?”

“Choose to protect us. I don’t like seeing you get hurt even if it is for us.”

You let out a sigh, knowing where this was going.

“Because I care about you guys. When I met you guys for the first time I thought you were all politer than the other celebrities I worked with. You were all so passionate about work and it was admirable. If I could do anything to help you guys I wanted to be there for it even if we don’t even have conversations. In a weird way you guys motivated me to do even better.”

He let a small smile show but he still didn’t like seeing you do this to yourself. 

“Maybe you could stick by our side without getting hurt?”

“I can’t be a stylist. I’m awful at that sort of thing, you already have a manager, and plus I’m fine where I am now. I’m happy doing this.”

Hoseok nodded, not trying to convince you to quit.

“I feel bad though. All of you know so much about us but we don’t get the time to get to know you. Since i’m here you can tell me more about yourself Y/N. Do you have a boyfriend?”

You immediately started to blush.

“W-why is that your first question? No, I don’t.”

He smirked, seeing you get flustered. He sat closer to the bed, leaning his elbow on the side next to your arm. 

“Aw why not? You’re pretty, strong, protective, and going off the minor conversations we’ve had you’re really smart. Is work too much for you?”

“…I just don’t have one…right now..” You said, quietly.

He burst out laughing.

“I’m just teasing you, Y/N. But you are all of those things.”

Hearing the compliments from him made your face feel hot but you couldn’t help but be a bit paranoid. If fans even caught a glimpse of this conversation there would be never ending controversy. Plus he was wasting time with you here when he should be practicing.

“Listen, I’m really okay. You should go catch up with the rest of them.”

His hand went over to hold yours once more as he brought it up to his lips. You froze in your place, watching his face. 

“I’m the best dancer in the group, if anyone needs practice it’s them. I’ll go back in time for the concert so for now i’m going to be here with you.”

The sincerity in his voice easily made you cave. 

“Why do you care so much…?” You suddenly, blurted. 

For a minute he sat there thinking about his answer but eventually said, “I feel like if you were in my place you’d do the same for me.”

It wasn’t completely false. You would have stayed along side of him if he got hit by a car due to a fan’s carelessness but you would have stayed by his side for any reason and he knew that. 

“What about you then? What secrets are you hiding that you want me to know?” 

Hoseok’s face lit up as he told you stories about the members that you would have never known, cracking up at how ridiculous and exciting it must be in the household with them. He seemed to be genuinely enjoying talking to you and above everything else it made you happy. It must have been hard for him to make friends like this once he started to become famous so he was so enthusiastic about making one. You could honestly listen to him speak for hours, watching him become entertained by his own stories, and moving his hands around a lot while he explained the situations. It was evident to you now just how easy it was to fall for someone like him. Every word that came from him was actual sincerity and his attitude was nothing but sweet. You started to grow your own smile on your face and he stopped mid sentence.

“What is it?”

You shook your head.

“Nothing. I’m just happy I get to talk to you.”

Hoseok pulled his phone out of his pocket.

“You can always talk to me whenever you want. Where’s your phone? I’ll add my number to it..”

“It’s in my pocket. What should I save your name as?” You asked, amused.

He reached out and grabbed your phone, adding his number to your contacts. He flashed you a glimpse of your contact for him, giggling. It read: Hobi~♥♥♥♥!!

 You burst out laughing.

“isn’t that a bit ridiculous? What if someone see’s that?”

“Then they can talk to me if they have a problem with it.” Hoseok stated, proudly.

As you both slowly stopped laughing he looked up at you. You felt nervous having him staring at you so much but didn’t stop him. He bit his lip, looking as if he had something on his mind but he didn’t say it out loud. You should have stopped yourself there. It was extremely unprofessional to continue to flirt with him but your mind was set on the boy sitting in front of you. To you he wasn’t the extremely skilled dancer and rapper by the name of J-hope. It was just the handsome and talented Jung Hoseok.

“…I wish it wasn’t like this.” You admitted, letting it slip from your mouth before you could stop yourself. It seemed like self control wasn’t your strong suit today.

Hoseok leaned his head on his arm, tilting it slightly to maintain eye contact with you.

“Like what?”

“n-nothing…I shouldn’t have said that…”

“You wish it wasn’t like the way it was? Me being in a group while you were a staff member? Yeah, I thought about that too. I wanted to talk to you every time you were assigned to me but I was afraid of getting you in trouble. I even got a little jealous watching you with the other members. It’s dumb but there are benefits of you being a member of our staff too.” He spilled. 

“..You like me?” 

He sat up straight, dramatically putting his hand over his chest.

“You didn’t even notice? Wow. I’m hurt, Y/N.” He said, joking around. 

“How am I suppose to notice when you never spoke more than a few words to me?

Hoseok pretended as if his heart was hurting, clenching his shirt and groaning.

“Okay, Okay! I’m sorry, if I said I liked you too will you stop already? It hurts to laugh.” You giggled.

He instantly acted as if nothing happened, siting back up with a new smile on his face. 

“How about a dat-”

“Jhope! It’s time to go already. If we don’t leave now we’re gonna be stuck in traffic and you won’t make it to the concert. I stalled enough for you so please just come with me without a fight.” The manager begged. 

Hoseok nodded, standing up from his place. 

“Yes, I’m coming.” 

Before he completely stepped out of the room he stopped to look back at you one more time.

“Don’t forget you have my number. I’ll come back to check on you after the concert.”

“Alright, hurry before you’re late.”

With one last smile he left the room, leaving you in there alone with your thoughts. You face instantly became red thinking about what just happened and you held back the screaming fit you almost threw out of happiness. You finally had a shot.

Fighting for free pancakes at IHOP.

As someone who worked in customer service (mostly retail) for the better part of a decade, I am overly nice in every situation where I have a problem that needs a manager.  Y'all.  I had a FIFTEEN MINUTE DISCUSSION about free pancakes at IHOP because literally every person I talked to was dumb.  I’m gonna try to relay this to y'all as best I can so you can understand how simple the issue was.  This isn’t my receipt because I don’t have it but this is a pretty good example of a receipt from IHOP that has a customer survey coupon on it.

I don’t know if it’s at every location, but the IHOP by me gives you a receipt that has a survey on it with every visit.  You go home and take the survey, write down the code in the blank space (the fourth item near the bottom) and use that as your coupon for free pancakes at your next visit.  Not same visit, but the next visit.  I use one 90% of the time I go to IHOP and I go to IHOP more frequently that I’m finna admit to all out in public like this.

Study the receipt though, because it’s gonna be important to the story.

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I never wanted to be the type of blogger

Who disappears from their blog without any word or notice. 

As a blogger who genuinely cares for her followers and mutuals, I always thought it was respectful to let those who enjoy their blog know when they’d be going and when they expected to return. However, I feel as though I left without a word and I found myself to be exactly the type of blogger I didn’t want to be.

I’m sorry to those of you who have sent me anonymous confessions that I haven’t replied to. I’m sorry to those of you who have sent me messages saying hello or asking how I’ve been who I also haven’t replied to.

Maybe I’m being too sentimental, but through my 4+ years on tumblr, I’ve learned to adore and appreciate this site for various reasons. One of my biggest reasons for logging on almost every day in the past was to help you guys. I loved when my inbox became flooded with messages from anons who came to me in order to seek advice. I loved how you guys were willing to share with me some things that were objectively very personal. I felt honored to be able to converse with you both on and off anon. I felt like the big sister I’ve always wanted to be (I’m the baby of my family). I was really blessed by the honesty that many of you approached me with, but I was especially blessed with the words of encouragement you guys would send me (posts I would tag as “nice anon”). My blog really became the “safe place” that I had hoped it to become. So many of you in the past have told me that the title of my blog fit the feel that it gave and I agreed. You guys helped my blog feel safe enough for me to share personal stories and to express my feelings, whether they were happy or sad. Sometimes posts became like forums and you guys would help each other out, offering advice or giving direction. It was a great thing to witness.

But like with most blogs, there comes a point where life gets in the way and we as bloggers take a step back to reevaluate and prioritize things. I realized that I began putting the needs of those who came to my inbox with their problems before my own real-life problems. The act of helping those, even if it was through the computer, felt so good and gave me a distraction from dealing with some of the things that I was dealing with in real life.

So I distanced myself. I weaned myself from logging onto tumblr as frequently and immersed myself in different projects and assignments. In fact, it felt a bit liberating to do so because it helped me focus on my studies and on other aspects of life/life obstacles.

This is the summer of my DAT (dental admissions test). This is a test I failed to take last year because of personal issues. This summer I’m going to take it. I’m stressed. I’m underperforming, but I’m still determined to go through it. So much rides on this score and it can help ultimately determine if I get a call for dental school interviews and of course whether I get accepted or not.

Life is so ambiguous and is often times scary because of it. I think that’s a huge reason why people tend to quit what they’re doing halfway or fail to start things because they let that fear control their lives. Will I get into dental school my first round? Who knows. Am I scared of possible rejection? You bet I am. Am I scared of people talking about me and thinking that I’m “dumb” because I didn’t get accepted? Definitely. But am I still going to try? Absolutely.  

Those of you who have been following me for a long time should know that I struggled in school (particularly in the sciences). I had to work harder than my peers just to get mediocre scores. However, that hard work has paid off and has taught me so much. It’s really highlighted the tenacity I hold inside to get things done even when I find them difficult.

This last spring quarter I got all A’s in my classes and was finally able to make it on the Dean’s list of my school, which is a list only students with a GPA of 3.8 – 4.0 for that quarter are on. I was able to do this while also working three different jobs and being in several on campus clubs.

I got voted as vice president for PSI CHI, a honors society in psychology where only the top 15% of the class get officiated and only those with leadership qualities obtain positions.

I finished my first TA job for a class called introduction to dentistry where I was the only TA for one of the largest intro to dent classes.

I was on top of things and finished my dental school application early on.

I received a scholarship in psychology for outstanding performance. This helped lower my tuition by a great amount.

My relationship with my dad has gotten a lot better because I never gave up on him.

Those are only few of the things that I’ve recently accomplished. This fall I’ll be entering my senior year of college (I’m almost done. I can’t believe it!) I’m excited to see what the future holds for me, but I’m also scared as well. I have no idea how well I’ll do on this test. I have no idea if I’ll get a call for an interview or an email for acceptance. I don’t know what people will say about me if I fail to get those. I just don’t know. But many things in life are ambiguous. Someone once told me that, “The world is neither black or white, only shades of grey,” and I would have to say that I completely agree.

Everyone goes through obstacles, the important thing is how we deal with them and how we let them affect us. If we don’t accept these obstacles as learning experiences then by the time the next obstacle comes, you could feel just as scared and hopeless rather than feeling secure because you’ve dealt with this before.

For now all we can do is be brave and try. Try our best at what we’re doing and see what happens. I strive to become someone who is able to deal with all of life’s various outcomes, especially the negative ones. Although there are so many times I want to run away and hide, I know that I’m strong enough to deal with the things I fear (i.e. failure) if I let myself go through the experience with a positive outlook and learn from it. I hope you guys will allow yourselves to do the same.

These are only some of the things I’ve been dealing with and managing. I hope that it’s cleared up some reasons for my absence on this site. Most of you probably didn’t even notice the absence and that’s perfectly fine. Maybe it’s more for my sake that I’m making this post :-) I still plan on keeping this blog (this isn’t a goodbye!) My appearances will probably just be more sporadic if anything. Thank you always for the support and for reading this far. I hope you will all be well.  

xoxo

– your friend, Annie 

aka forever and always humanseoul

Zootopia Fanfiction Take A Stand: Star of Ceartais Ch.15- Hearts and Minds

(AN/ Hey Folks it’s Garouge/Crewefox here with another chapter of Star of Ceartais. Sorry I’m a day late, had a very busy weekend which included going to Manchester Comic con. As always thank you to everyone who liked, faved, followed, reblogged and reviewed the last chapter, i really appreciate it. A massive thank you to the SOC development team especially @alexboehm55144 who wrote a excerpt of this chapter. So without further ado let’s get cracking with this chapter…)

Here’s the fanfiction.net link… https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12439999/16/Take-A-Stand-Star-Of-Ceartais

Chapter 15- Hearts and Minds.

Spitfire was not in the right frame of mind to be fighting crime at the moment, in fact she was merely watching on as Scarlet restrained three criminals with cable ties and during the proceeding fight all she had done was fire a single tranq dart at a brawler. Scarlet and Robyn were patrolling the Meadowlands when they heard smashing glass and shouts of anger coming from a few streets away, they arrived to find a group of right wing thugs smashing up a gay bar and attacking the innocent patrons but all the way through the fight Spitfire couldn’t concentrate on what was going on, her mind was on her time with Blake nearly 24 hours before…

The Previous Night at Gusteaus…

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Fireflies and Waterfalls - SaltyAuntSuga - 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Explicit 18+

 Min Yoongi/Jeon Jungkook 

Word Count: 5.3k

Prompt: Your body gets hotter the closer you are to your soulmate + sugakookie.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Min Yoongi had spent his whole life being cold. Unlike his friend Namjoon who was fucking sweating any time he got around his boyfriend Seokjin. It didn’t matter to Yoongi that it meant he hadn’t found his soulmate.

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Japanese-Style Fan Dance with a Clown.

Pre-Word: The character that I am playing is the same as the one from the previous submissions here and here. ((  <== If you would like a better understanding of the first setting paragraph, I would recommend reading these first.))

Setting: So here it is… The group has entered a large forest positioned between two mountain-ranges, and are investigating a disease that is infecting both animal and plant-life. At this point now, the group has been whittled down to three party members consisting of a Human Assassin named William, the ever-angsty wood-elf monk Jun, and my character: the Clown Monster Vuuvie. Now, the group had a bit of a falling out since Melch decided to go ape-shit and try to kill William two sessions after their player joined for being a follower of some Fey religion, or whatever-the-fuck. So Melch ran off to who-knows-where after the group threatened to kick the shit outta the scrawny Teifling. -and Sylvara the Dragonborn had gotten separated from the group after meeting her also Dragonborn boy-friend.

So our party of three are now being guided by a Druid Wood-Elf through the forest to find a cave where the disease was said to have originated. It wasn’t airborne so all the team had to do was not come into contact with anything contaminated. While Vuuvie wanted to burn the forest down, the rest of the team was not as supportive of this method.

It had also been suspected that a doll that Vuuvie carries around with him is very powerful and can bend time and space to its’ own will (while still being reasonable). While the doll is actually alive, no-one else in the group besides the DM really knows this, and it lets Vuuvie get away with a lot of crazy fourth-wall-breaking bull-shit since they like to help Vuuvie do stuff.

So the group eventually comes to a halt in a small opening when the following happens:

DM: “You come to an opening in the woods. The trees and shrubbery around you seem to make this place ideal for a resting place. So since it is approaching sun-down, it might be good to set-up camp. Do you all wish to stop?”

William (OOC): “Indeed.”
Jun (OOC): “Yeah, sure.”
Vuuvie (OOC): “Why not?”

DM (OOC): “Well, as you are setting up camp, you hear something from the far off areas of the forest to your right. No-one is for certain what it could have been making these sounds, but you can tell that it sounds like… Talking.”

Druid Guide: “Oh no… Is this a bad time to mention that this forest is the home of many different ogre tribes?”

Jun: “Are you fucking kidding me?”
William: “Well, this is quite unfortunate.”

Druid Guide: “We’re sorry, but we would not have thought you would have come out to investigate the forest if you knew ogres lived here.”

Vuuvie: “I sort of thought it was a given. I mean… This forest DOES have some pretty swampy areas….”
Jun: “Shut-up, Vuuvie.”
William: “I do hate to be the bringer of bad news, but we may not want to argue at this moment. It may be better to hide.”

DM (OOC): “Okay, do you wish to all hide?”

William (OOC): “I am going to hide in the shadows of the forest and see what troubles we may be up against.”  *Rolls well, and succeeds on being hidden.*

Jun (OOC): “I am going to use my monk-bullshit-climbing powers to climb up into the highest trees in the area.”  *Also rolls well, and climbs up a sixty-foot tree so they are also hidden.*

Vuuvie (OOC): “Nah, I got this.”

//Everyone else gives me a questionable look.//

DM (OOC): “Um… Okay? Is he at least going to do anything, or is he just going to stand there like an idiot?”

Vuuvie (OOC): “Just trust me. You’re gonna LOVE this.”

DM (OOC): “O…kay? Two ogres come walking into your camp-site, and seem to both be dragging a mans corpse by the legs. The corpse is very, VERY dead. In fact, you get the sense that the ogres BRUTALLY MURDERED this guy. They don’t see Vuuvie though as they seem too invested on who will eat the body.”

Ogre #1: “Oi told ya dat dis one is mine!”
Ogre #2: “And I’M telling YOU that it AIN’T!”
 
Vuuvie (OOC): “As the two ogres come storming into the opening, no-one has seemed to had noticed that they have walked into what seemed to be a Traditional-Japanese festival. There are booths with people manning their stations, and customers purchasing their goods. Paper lanterns are strewn about the area, and give off a dim glow in the growing darkness that the sun-set was creating.”

//The DM is giving me the biggest WTF face I have ever seen, and everyone else seems to be listening just to see where I was going with this.//

Ogre #2: “What the fuck is this shit?”
Ogre #1: “Uh…”

Vuuvie (OOC): “ In the opening, the stalls seem to lead to a large wooden stage you would normally find at gatherings such as these. Do the ogres approach?”

DM (OOC): “Are you fucking DM-ing ‘ME’?”

Vuuvie (OOC): “Do they approach?”

//The DM actually seems interested.//

DM (OOC): “You know what? Sure. They approach. What happens?”

Vuuvie (OOC): “As they gather at the front of the stage, they are welcome to the lanterns in the area dimming for the lights on stage to gather even more attention in the open area. At first, there is only the noise of the other people in the area as they crowded the stage, completely unaware of the ogres having been dragging a cadaver through the festival grounds. Then the sounds of music start picking up. Some wind instruments, drums, bamboo-clappers, and even a Japanese koto.

Jun (OOC): “I have a flute, and I join in?”

Vuuvie (OOC): “Yeah, Jun joins in to play from the tree they are sitting in. However, as the music starts a single figure in a Japanese female-style kimono walks up on stage as they shield their face with two paper fans. Their natural-skin color is a bleached white, and their long hair is tied back into a neat and tidy bun as they walk with wooden sandals that are clacking against the floor of the stage. A feminine-looking rag-doll, also in Traditional-Japanese garb, is hanging over the figures’ shoulder…”

William (From the bushes): “Oh Gods, is that-?”

Vuuvie (OOC): “As the face of the figure is revealed, a Taiko drum is hit once as it is VUUVIE that is dancing on stage! However, as the music continues with the clown monsters dancing, he begins singing a very strange song.”

Ogre #1: “Wha da shit is happening?”

Vuuvie: “Some… body once told me… the world is gonna roll me. I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed. She was… looking kinda dumb with her finger and her thumb… In the shape of an ‘L’ on her fore-head.”

Ogre #2: “FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODS, WE JUST WANT TO KNOW WHO SHOULD GET TO EAT THIS DEAD GUY!”

//Vuuvie is still doing a fan-dance on stage.//

Vuuvie (OOC): “Oh, that’s easy.” //Vuuvie makes a horizontal motion with one of his fans.// “Just half them and share them.”

// The ogres proceed to tear the body in two, causing the audience of people to finally scream, and panic while both destroying the stalls in the area and fleeing out into the woods. The ogres then storm off, leaving Vuuvie by his lonesome on stage. Jun and William then come out from their hiding places with William having been reeling back at the complete nonsense they just witnessed, and with Jun just happy that they were included in it. All the while, the DM seems to have been the one reeling from what happened the most. //

DM (OOC): “You had a Traditional-Japanese festival in the opening, and had your character cross-dress as a female fan-dancer… Then you had him dance while singing the lyrics of 'All Star’ by Smash Mouth with a Traditional-Japanese festival musical-cover… Just because you encountered two ogres that MIGHT have turned out to be hostile, and you made them go away by meme-ing at them?”

Vuuvie (OOC): “Yep.”

DM (OOC): “Okay…”