this took me hours omfg why did this take me so long

anonymous asked:

pls expand on your ridiculous experiences during one semester at a fake college

okay I got a few asks about this so let me see what I can remember right now. These might not all be in chronological order

- At orientation, they were talking about the reservation near campus and all these pretty sites and this kid in the back of the auditorium goes “So uhh…heard this place might be built over a Native American burial ground?”

- The speaker: “…Let’s not think about that, okay?”

- The freshman were on campus alone for like a week and a half (other than the RA’s) before the other students and I just. The parties. Were out of control. An ambulance was called basically every night.

- I walked into the bathroom the first night there to find a girl literally dying because someone slipped something in her drink and she was having a Very Bad Reaction

- Sting- you know, the singer- ‘s son lived in my residence hall. This boy almost accidentally killed me on three separate occasions (while I was just trying to do my laundry)

- I told my family about this at Thanksgiving. Everyone in the room advised me to seduce him

- I ate breakfast in the dining hall exactly once. I got scrambled eggs. I noticed no one had brought out ketchup with the condiments and politely asked about it. I received glares from at least ten different people. Apparently people there don’t believe in ketchup on eggs.

- There were these two boys in my English class known as “The Lumbard Guys”. They didn’t live in my residence hall, but they would come over almost every night, start a party, and destroy part of the basement.

- At orientation this one kid got mad and set his shoe on fire to prove a point

- Also at orientation like??? My roommate disappeared???? And I never saw her again???

- Listen like…this campus just looked like the perfect setting for a horror film, but none of the people from the area got that. They all thought I was crazy until some comic from Comedy Central did a stand up act and said “Why the hell is this campus so creepy? I feel like I’m gonna leave here with someone else wearing my face!”. I felt way too validated.


- My “math” class was actually a disguised home ec. course???? All we had were word problems that were incredibly detailed recipes or instructions on how to fix things. The teacher, who I swear to GOD was actually my Mr-Rogers-Wannabe guidance counselor from high school in disguise, spent more time trying to come up with names and backstories for the models in the text book than actually trying to teach

- I had to take a class called “first year seminar” because neither of my parents went to college. It was supposed to be teaching you about how the school works and stuff but SUPRISE BITCH WE’RE JUST GONNA YELL ABOUT RACISM AND PRIVELGE FOR AN HOUR.

- Literally that’s all we did. Just the whole class bonding over all these struggles we had gone through and getting fired up. Like, it was great, but I also ended up knowing very little about campus and school stuff bc that was the class that was supposed to be teaching me lmao

- My Psych teacher was fucking hysterical for the first few classes but then he just. Vanished. I had to drop the class

- My Fine Arts teacher just. Couldn’t stick to a teaching plan. Her entire wardrobe was scarves. She was very passionate about African masks. She had a flapper haircut. She spoke quietly, but with a marvelously forced tone of voice that I’m certain was her trying to sound impressive and hide a Boston accent. She didn’t seem to understand the year was 2014. She took us into the city to go to the Art Museum and we lost her in there, never to be seen again

- I’m not even kidding

- My “writing” teacher was my absolute fav omfg. She was this long grey haired hippie lady who worked as a nurse for the Grateful Dead and was still stuck there. She may or may not have hooked up with my uncle. I was her favorite student because one day I came in wearing a “HAIR” shirt. She wanted to take the class to England for the sole purpose of going on a Beatles tour

- But like…she did not teach a writing class omfg. She taught a social justice class. All we did was have informed debates about The Issues and listen to music and occasionally watch the Breakfast Club. Every time there was a big paper due on the syllabus, she’d just sit on her desk and go “I mean, I don’t have to cover anything, right? You guys know how to write!” Like I genuinely don’t think she knew what class she was teaching

- There was a boy who sat next to me in that class. He was deaf in one ear and used that as an excuse when he got caught blatantly not paying attention. It worked every time. But I was right next to him. I saw him playing Yu-Gi-Oh on some website on his phone under the table. One time we started talking about model cars and he pre-cummed.

- There was a boy who roamed the campus in a long black trench coat and a weird hat. I never saw his body and started to suspect he might not have one, just the theory of one. He took interest in me because I was the only person in class who ever got his Doctor Who jokes. He’d come up to me at dinner and blast quiz me on various nerd culture before running off and disappearing into the shadows. Just as I was starting to grudgingly accept I was probably going to have to eventually hook up with him for the greater good, I apparently offended him by saying I like Picard more than Kirk. He didn’t stick around to listen to my reasoning. Whenever I saw him after that he would loudly start talking about how great his girlfriend was. Everyone knew he was lying. I wonder if Kirk ever sucked his theoretical dick as well as I would have.

- I gave a football player a shout out on Yik Yak. He really appreciated it, and gave me some fries laced with weed as a thanks. That was such A Night ™ , I watched the Lorax and left the dimension.

- Every time we had dances, this creepy guy named Horace would find me and use my obvious discomfort to make me dance with him. He’d hold my wrists and shove his crotch on mine while vaguely swaying to the beat. I had to escape to the bathroom every few minutes. Finally the security just banned him from the events altogether. I can still see his face clearly in my mind.

- One night, I walked into the bathroom to find a perfect, untouched pizza laying on the floor…but not in a box. Someone literally just took it out of the box and laid it down. I’m still fuming.

- One time I was in the mostly empty library when I smelled something. I walked down the rows of shelves before rounding the corner, and found the President of the college hidden there, sitting on the floor, smoking, a bottle of vodka in his hands. We held eye contact for a solid minute. He slowly shook his head at me. I said “Sir, your house is like…literally across the street.” He shook his head more vigorously. I left the library.

- One night, I heard screaming. I looked out the window to find a girl in a giraffe costume scaling my building. People were throwing water bottles at her. I was concerned. I didn’t know who to talk to for answers.

- I was in line trying to pay for dinner. One of the lunch ladies climbed on top of the ice cream machine and refused to come down. Her friend came over and they started recreating the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet. Very few people acknowledged it.

- Someone jacked up the soda dispenser so it was only dispensing beer. None of the staff cared enough to fix it.

- I caught my RA in the middle of a drug deal so she gave me a coupon for free ice cream

- Also side note: The soft served ice cream machine on campus was actually a frozen yogurt machine. I had no problem with that, but like, advertise correctly, you know? Nobody else seemed to understand my confusion. Nobody else seemed to understand that froyo and ice cream are two different things. What the hell.

- There were just…so many moths all over the campus. A terrifying amount. When it started getting colder I was like, finally, I won’t be attacked by moths anymore! Only for even more moths to appear. I asked a local about it. “Oh, those are the winter moths!” What the fuck are winter moths? What the fuck, Massachusetts? My friend back home grew convinced that Mothman was in the area. I was inclined to believe her. Sometimes I close my eyes and all I can see are moths everywhere, waiting for the moment to strike.

-  I’ve encountered deer many times in my life. I know how they act around people. But the deer on this campus were just weird. They’d run out at people all the time. One almost shoved me into traffic.

- My roommate gave my phone number out to literally anyone she found who mentioned they liked to read or liked Doctor Who. She was concerned I had no friends. No one ever called.

- I met a small Greek girl in my Fine Arts class. Our first day of talking, she made me climb a mountain with her so she could get to tutoring, even though I had no reason to be in that building. Her roommates kept mysteriously disappearing. She was late to everything. She’d call me randomly to get food at 1 in the morning. She kept somehow breaking phones and tvs and other electronics. When I asked her how they kept breaking, she waved it off with “Oh, I have OCD. You wouldn’t understand”. I have OCD, and I still don’t understand. One time she invited me out with her friends from high school. I waited outside her building for two hours, while the other friends waited in the parking lot for two hours, because we didn’t know how to find each other. She eventually came outside at 10:30 pm. We went to Friendly’s. She made us stop at her house so she could grab something. We pulled up a long, winding driveway and stopped in a parking lot. At the end of the parking lot were stone stairs that lead up to a mansion on a hill. She ran inside and the rest of us stayed in the car, listening to High School Musical and talking about Supernatural. When she came out 40 minutes later we decided to try and prank her. It went wrong. We almost ran over her friend’s sister with the car. They invited me to a pumpkin patch. When I started complaining about my roommate, she asked me to move in with her. I thought about the other three girls who had seemingly gone missing. I politely declined. Six months after I left the school, I received a text from her asking for notes for an exam, and radio silence after that. I can’t find her on facebook. I fear she might have gone missing too.

- One night, as I was standing outside huddled in the cold, a boy came up and offered me a cigarette to help me stay warm. I turned it down, but he stood around talking to me for a few minutes afterwards. I felt absolutely no awkwardness at all. He was a musician from Colorado. He sang a bit of one of his songs. He was dropping out of school to go to California the next week. He told me I had beautiful eyes, but his were the most alive eyes I’ve ever seen so I couldn’t believe the compliment. We talked for about ten minutes and I fell a little bit in love. He had to rush off to a club meeting, but he told me he’d rather keep talking. He gave me the sweetest smile before he left. I didn’t get his last name or number and I never saw him again.

- There was a dance on Halloween. I couldn’t think of a sufficiently slutty yet classy costume, so I just went as Osgood from Doctor Who. When I got there there was a huge crowd, but people quickly grew bored and started leaving. There ended up being six people left (myself included). We stayed because we could see the upset faces of everyone who had planned the event, but actually had one of the most fun nights of my life. We- myself, the girl from across the hall, Trench Coat Boy, his tiny friend who never spoke, and a boy and girl I didn’t know who seemed to be professional dancers- danced nonstop for almost three hours. The strobe lights and poppy music solidified an unspoken bond. I had never and to this day haven’t felt as free as I did that night. The tiny quiet boy’s smile could have lit up a city. It’s etched into my mind. We all left the dance talking about the surreal feeling in the air, as if something had shifted. None of us ever mentioned the dance again. It’s still one of my fondest memories.

- For a solid month, there was someone in a gorilla costume running around campus.

- There was a rash of sexual assaults on campus. A gang of boys kept jumping girls in the woods. The only thing the school board did was give out free rape whistles at lunch one day. I missed that day, making me one of the only students on campus without a whistle. Later that night when I ordered pizza, the delivery guy tried to start up a conversation with me about all the assaults. He blamed the girls. I took back my tip.

- Sometimes the showers just…filled up with black sludge. No one knew why.

- The girls in the room next to me were very bizarre. They always shot me odd looks and whispered to each other constantly. I couldn’t figure out if they were sleeping together or not. They never washed their hands when we were in the bathroom.

- The doors to each dorm were thick and heavy and required effort to push them open. My roommate and I made sure to lock ours every night, and would triple check it. It swung open by itself almost every night. The channels on the tv would change with the remote equidistance away from us. Sometimes I heard humming in the showers when I was the only one in there.

- My roommate…deserves a whole separate post dedicated to her, honestly.

- She would call her mother and have her do her homework for her. She blasted music constantly, and it was either country or hard rap, nothing in between. She sexiled me constantly. I once walked in on anal. She’d meet guys on Tinder, fall in love with them after a couple of days, and then bring them into the school and into our room like it was no big deal. One of them made it clear he was a budding serial killer. She was in a new drama every week. One time someone called her a dilf on Yik Yak. She was firmly convinced her cousin was blonde because her aunt dyed her hair when she was pregnant. She tried her hardest to get me laid by a football player. She was the loudest drunk I’ve ever encountered. Honestly there’s just too much about her for this omfg

- John Zaffis, the famous paranormal researcher, came to the school on my birthday. I went because I’m a loser who’s been watching shows with him since I was a kid, and I was having a bad day so I decided it could be a treat. I sat in the front row. He held an uncomfortable amount of eye contact with me the entire presentation. He was impressed with my questions. He lamented about the fact he’s always cut out of movies or replaced by priests that look like him. He apparently came to the school every year around Halloween to do a ghost tour around the campus for the students. A girl allegedly killed herself in my floor’s bathroom. He apparently always got a lot of activity around the campus. Everyone in the freshman class started wondering if the rumors about the Native American burial ground were true.

- One time in “writing” class the teacher gave us a number and then whatever song came up as that when we put our music on shuffle we had to play for the class. I ended up with “Touch Me” from Spring Awakening. Midway through the song, the teacher from another class came to complain that they could hear everything. My teacher tried to defend that all music has an important message. “Molly, dear, tell her the message in this song!” I looked around the room and at the other teacher. “It’s about sex,” I said quietly. She stormed out of the room while the class started laughing.

- There was this girl that just had the natural ability to make anything boring. I feel bad saying that, because she’s such a sweet girl, and she’s smart, and she’s gorgeous, and she’s talented, but just…every time she says anything, it’s boring. I’m still friends with her on facebook, the talent transcends to writing as well. You could be having a fun, lively conversation and she could say something completely relevant to the point and yet it would still just be boring. It’s a baffling talent, I still don’t understand how she does it.

- There was a boy who’d come into my room. He lusted over my s’mores poptarts. He kept trying to hit the high notes in Broadway songs. He didn’t understand my sense of humor at all, so we both were constantly worried we were offending each other. He cried about Selena Gomez a lot.

- The dining hall only offered horrendous food. I had pasta almost every night because it was the only thing remotely edible. If you wanted good food, you had to go to Late Night, which was between like 10:30 and 1 I think??? They set it up specifically for stoners and people leaving parties. I was frequently the only sober person there. Except for the moths.

- The chief at the pasta place found out I like theater and got like…weirdly passionate about it. He kept telling me about different theater groups in the area and wanted to know if I was in the school musical. He asked me every time I went up for food.

- There was a disproportionate amount of large black birds to trees. It wasn’t hard to figure out why we so rarely saw smaller animals

- When I told my advisor I was thinking about leaving (mostly for financial reasons but also the fake classes were preventing me from getting an education I wanted, you know?), this little old man looked around his office as if checking for people listening in, then put his hand on top of mine, leaned in close, and whispered “Oh, you sweet little girl. Run as fast as you can.”

There’s definitely more but listen. This school was weird and fake and vaguely surreal and off-kilter. I am fully afraid that one day, years from now, I’m going to be driving through the back roads and pass the place where the campus should be, only I won’t find anything there at all, and won’t be able to find any trace of it ever existing. I won’t be able to find any record of it. I won’t be able to find a record of any of the people. Every time I think about this place I just get a weird feeling, like I somehow managed to escape the Twilight Zone but left a part of me behind in the process. Be careful when applying to college, kids.

Thoughts while reading Acowar.

Mind the swearing and spoilers kids.

-2 years before the wall? Wait is this like a baby bat Rhys POV?
-oh God this field isn’t a nice place. Kinda like it tho.
- omfg 6 High Fae… 6, to defeat one Illyrian… damn.
- Rhys is so protective if his brothers it’s killing me.
-Yes Feyre, burn this shit.
-Already thinking about that wingspan Feyre? Can’t blame ya.
- Ugh Tamlin no can you not enter this moment just yet. Ugh Lucian I’m fucking watching you.
-Oh for Fuck sake I gotta read about Ianthe soon to?
-ugh I just want some smut and it’s only page nine.
-Feyre you can roll your eyes. God knows I am.
- Oh hey Ianthe, go Fuck yourself Ianthe.
-You definitely revived something from Rhys hands Feyre, but it was far more pleasurable than torture.
-Lucian I won’t ship you and Elaine. But please, for the love of God, kill Ianthe.
-Oh hell fucking ni, Jurian, go fucking Fuck yourself and stay the Fuck away.
-Oh snap, Nesta and Elaine already so powerful they can drain the cauldron.
-Oh snap, Feyre laying down these facts. Also that’s how I spell Miryaim’s name.
-Feyre you savage.
-Jurian, talk about Elaine like that again and I will kill you.
-Oh Fuck off Ianthe, I’ve read enough of you.
-Okay Lucian, my heart is softening towards you.
-God I missed you Alis.
-Damn summer solstice is giving me goosebumps.
-Rhys you are giving me life.
-Uh Oh, Tamlin’s getting jealous of friendship.
-Ahhh Feyre you also cringing about Elaine being fucked by a fire blooded male?? Let me introduce to Azriel. He’s far better in my opinion.
-All these painting titles… we’re they like, working title for Acowar.
-Rhysand you get that tongue to work.
-Also Tam you prick.
-God Alis, my bae.
-Feyre slit her throat.
-Yes Feyre Fuck this bitch up.
-Oh these twins. Can you fucking not.
- Go Lucian Go.
-Bring on Part Two.
-“He can get in line,” Feyre getting a list of people who wanna kill her to rivals Aelins.
-Oh for Fuck sake, everything was going so well, until Lucian’s brothers showed up.
-“There’s no such thing as a High Lady,” bitch excuse me.
-Cassian you melt my stone cold heart.
-Mor my darling.
-Amren, boo. Hru?
-Lucian being called a girl, I’m dying
-“Go find somewhere else to be,” I know what that means.
-The smut was worth it.
-Oh I missed the banter of my baby bats.
-And Rhys’ swearing begins.
-Cassian sunning his wings. I wonder if a certain Nesta sees.
-Cassian trying to be chill around Nesta is my new aesthetic.
-Nesta reads romance. Hell Yes.
-“You come between a male and his mate, Nesta Archeron, and you’re going to learn about the consequences the hard way.” Trying to foreshadow something there Cassian? I Ship.
-No is mentioning the sorrow and longing in Cassian eyes, Feyre, for the same reason no one mentioned it when Rhys looked at you all those months ago.
-Reading about Elaine is painful.
-I’m relating to Elaine and all those open curtains too much… shit.
-Cassian you’re to precious.
-I missed the Amren/Cassian banter so much.
-Shit Mor is getting pissed.
-Feyre keeps calling Rhys mate and I’m feeling bad for the Australian readers.
-“Because I can’t stay away” well Fuck me if they ain’t mates.
-Nesta looking as Cassian like he’s the only one in the room.
-Damn right there was a reason Lucian wore a fox mask.
-Idk what to write but the nessian at pg.203. gahhhhhhh.
-“Surely Nesta wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle,” omfg Feyre, it’s hilarious of you to think that.
-Feyre were you not there for Acomaf. He was very clearly, cocky then.
-Library sex? I’m in.
-oh, so no library sex.
-To the Bone Carver we go. RIP.
-Oh so, the Carver, and the Wearer are- I’d be shocked only I read that spoiler.
-Oh so the Carver is a mirror type of perosn? What even is a mirror person? Is it his kink?
-Oh Nesta having death powers.
-Feyre constantly calling Rhys mate tho.
-Tbh all I wanna know is who or what the carver appeared to Cassian.
-Everyone in this book be complementing Rhys good taste.
-Ah Az and Elaine be starting. Az be carrying his ship.
-Poor Cassian. Nesta will come around, I promise, I read the spoiler.
-You know, I wrote a fanfiction about Az and Elaine in a garden and her calling his scars pretty. They kissed in it.
-“Azriel isn’t the ravishing type,” Rhys you should read the fanfic I wrote about him. He loves to ravish.
-omg Cassian calming Nesta- ugh how many more pages until this kiss?
-Az, sunning your wings for Elaine? How scandalous.
-“Why not make them mates?” Feyre babe I’m asking the same question.
-FEYRE YOU SHIP ELRIEL TOO? Oh sweetie I love you more than Cassian rn.
-Rhysand, let Feyre play matchmaker.
-I was about to bash Kier for insulting Az, but Az got this shit.
-Oh not this fucking Eris bitch again.
-Rhys the Fuck you playing at?
-Okay, ngl I know Mor is gay but those Eris know? Ffs.
-Okay everyone is fighting and I’m more intrigued than I should be.
-D'as Nessian.
-Double d'aw Elriel.
-Pg.303 and back to sassy Az.
-Sassy Az KS giving me life.
-It was at page 306 that I realised I was in love with Az.
-Nephelle’s be giving me goosebumps.
-Yes bathtub scent with Rhys.
-Oh it’s actually a massage scene? I’m in.
-Feyre are you trying to start a war? Cassian flying with Nesta. Dammit who am I kidding I wanna see that.
-Yes Az, help Elaine in the garden. I am sailing this ship.
-Nesta watching Cassian lick his fingers and I’m like, now imagine that kissing elsewhere.
-Nes? I ship.
-Some shit happening in the library.
-ohhhh so we finally reached the part where people wonder if Elaine is a seer.
-Yes Feyre, put Elaine’s riddles together.
-Okay that scene was intense but Nessian at the end was calming.
-“Amren on the hunt,” a novel by sjm.
-Damn Az, took you awhile but bravo, she’s a seer. God it couldn’t be any easier to love you.
-Lucian I swear to God if you die, looking for this sixth queen, I will kill you.
-Also where is my Suriel.
-Shit Alis don’t die.
-oh FFS, look, “king” of Hybren, old buddy. If you’d kindly fuck off. Only it’s late, I don’t need these plot twists.
-Look, “King,” I’d pay good money to see you try and take Feyre.
-Rhys if you could destroy my upcoming exams the way you did those ships, I’d be grateful.
-pg.379, more smut, hell yes.
-pg.381, Nesta all concerned.
-The amount of sex feysand are having. That wingspan must be truly impress you Feyre darling.
-So Cassian is terrible at complements.
-Ah yes boys, bringing up that wingspan again.
-This Nessian tho.
-“she threatened to freeze my balls off,” Kallias, Viviane, welcome to my heart.
-I’m in love with Viviane.
-God sake, Tamlin Fuck off.
-Tamlin, let me tell you, Rhys and Feyre have fucked so much I’m sure he could recount every noise she is capable of making.
-Fucking shut up Tamlin.
-Eris if you’d kindly shut the Fuck up too, it’d be a pleasure.
-Pg.438, Nesta, damn, *blows kisses.*
-nvm of 439, Go Feyre. Slay.
-Helion…. wait… look I can’t go around loving all these people. It makes me look like I have a heart.
-You know I’d be surprised at Lucian being a whole, some air of dawn court, but I already read that spoiler.
-Okay mor is gay why is- you know what, never mind, I give up.
-Oh. Oh Fuck.
-lol, I’m so tired, whenever I hear the wall mentioned all I can think of is humpty dumpty.
-“Don’t even start,” Nesta, sweetie, we’ve been shipping this since the last book.
-Part three here I come.
-btw this is still the same day for me. I’ve read up to part three in a few hours. It’s two in the morning. Never underestimate a fangirl deprived of her smut.
-Jurian just has to show up, doesn’t he.
-idk who I am to believe anymore.
-I wanna say Fuck this shit I’m out. But I am so in.
-So am I meant to trust Jurian or not.
-Damn Tarquin.
-Nessian will kill me quicker than these plot twists.
-Ayyy more shut, god I love you Sarah.
-Yes, the Suriel is coming into play bitches. I’d been surprised by what happens only I’ve seen this spoiler too.
-Okay first thing first, Ianthe please Fuck off Secondly rip Suriel 2K17.
-Cassian what happened. Nesta please. I know the ending and shit but tf happened.
-Feyre be joining up these dots about which way Mor floats.
-This, Varian, Amren thing, yeah I’d like another five books of it.
-Awww, Az, you’re to sweet and selfless.
-I’m so tired IDK how to feel anymore.
-Oh greatttt, Feyre got hit with an arrow. Any more plot twists.
-Wait Tamlin? Fuck, ugh.
-d'aw, Elaine kissed his cheek.
-it’s four in the morning. I have less than one hundred pages left.
-Fucking hell Elaine stab them bastard.
-Also Nessian hell yes.
-Also…wait what’s happening.
-Rhysand you fucking bastard it’s five in the morning don’t do this to me. I know you live god dammit don’t fucking do this.
-oh thank fuck that’s all settled.
-This book. These plot twists. These ships. It’s all so heart wrenching and shit.
-Wait is she flying over Velaris in her lingerie.
-Fuck it’s half five in the morning. I read this book in under 24 hours. I need to sleep.
*hours later*
-omfg I need to read this shit again. It was so good. The High Lords, the banter, the near death experiences. The romance. The sass. Sarah you queen.
-if the at least the novellas don’t have nessian or Elriel tho I may be tempted to cry.

And that, my friends, is a snippet of the roller coaster if thoughts and emotions I went through. I was too tired to cry during it but my heart was successfully ripped out a few times.

Crankgameplays(Ethan) x reader

Request - “How about the reader figuring out she’s pregnant (because of Ethan of course) and having to tell him, and also they accidentally reveal the pregnancy over livestream? :D”
Words - still don’t know how to count.
Warnings - ???? No?????
Extras - ?? Nah


“holy shit holy shit.” You whispered while sitting on the toilet seat, “Should I take another one? I mean.. it could be wrong.”
Yeah, maybe take another one, I mean, pregnancy tests are sometimes wrong. But, most of the time, they’re not.
You sighed; taking another test, and awaiting the results.
Ethan was out with Mark and Tyler, just hanging out, probably at laser tag or something. Ethan insisted on staying with you, because you didn’t feel well, but, you reassured him that you were fine.
But, oh boy, as soon as he left you rushed to the bathroom taking out the pregnancy tests that you hid.
Your leg shakes uncontrollably, waiting for the result on a new test.
After a moment, you looked down.
“Shit- shit two lines.”
Freaking out, you threw away the tests, standing up, and looking in the bathroom mirror. You gently rubbed your belly.
“Really? Me? Pregnant?? With the most adorable human on this planet??”
You groaned.
“Shit! What’s he gonna do? Well.. he probably won’t kick me out?” Instead of a statement, it came out as a question more.
“I mean, he loves me too much,, right?”
You sighed heavily,
You exited the bathroom, going into yours and his room.
“Ok, alright, just gotta tell Ethan.” You
Mumbled, grabbing a good sized cardboard from one of the boxes under the bed. You rummaged through to find a sharpie that was sorta worn out, but oh well, it’ll have to do.
You quickly scribbled in big letters on the front;
’S U R P R I S E!’
And I’m the back, you put;
‘Guess what! I’m pregnant!’
You looked at it for a moment before nodding.
“This is chill, I got this.”


To: Blue Boy<3
“/babe, are you coming home soon?/”

From: Blue Boy<3
“/yeah almost home, is something wrong?/”

To: Blue Boy<3
“/no, i just missed you/”

From: Blue Boy<3
“/aww, I’m almost home :) /”


You sighed shakily, you pocketed your phone and slowly raised the sign so it was under your chin. You smiled to yourself, and waited.
And it wasn’t too long till you heard the door unlock.
Suddenly; you quickly regretted your decision, but, no turning back now.
Ethan walked in with a smile on his face, but it soon turned to confusion as he saw the sign.
“What’s this?”
“A surprise.” You softly said, now flipping the cardboard over; butterflies in your stomach. (But not really because you had a child growing in your uterus-)
Ethan read the sign, then looked up at you.
You gently smiled,
“Yeah.” You said, looking down at your own sign.
He simply looked back down then back up at you.
“I'm–? I'll–?” He started, then slowly walked towards you, looking you dead in the eyes.
“You’re serious?” He questioned.
“Yeah, I uh.. I took a test a few hours ago an-”
“Oh my god!” He shouted; taking the sign out of you hands, tossing it to the side, then hugging you tightly.
“I’m a dad!— well, gonna be a dad, but— holy shit!” He smiled his big dopey, goofy grin, tightly hugging you.
“Holy shit. A dad, and god!– Y/N you’ll be such a great mother!”
“You think?”
“Hell yeah!”


“Your sure?”
“Yes, Ethan, I’m okay enough to stream with you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Ethan! I’m fine, really, let’s just stream, hang out, and play some games, yeah?” You smiled, quickly kissing his cheek.
“Alright.” He nodded, and started the stream.
When a few people came in; he dopely* smiled, and shouted;
“Hi.” You smiled, holding back a laugh from Ethan’s intro.
Ethan looked at you and tilted his head.
“Are you laughing at me?”
“Psh! No! I was laughing at how cute you were making your intro to this stream.”
Ethan grinned and looked back at the webcam, then at the livechat.
This ended in you bursting out laughing reading the chats.
“Honestly, your fan base is literally the best thing, like, ever.”
“Hell yeah it is; and it’s not a fanbase, it’s my Cranky Crew.”
You laughed once more,
“You’re right.”

A few minutes went by, you and Ethan were answering some chats, and just hanging out.
“Pff! Oh my god! Yes! That was the best story ever.” You laughed, hugging your stomach.
Ethan whines; “sttttoopppp laughingggg.”
“It’s so funny!”
“I’ll show you funny!”
Ethan ended up tackling you; but instead of you laughing, you shrieked;
“Right! Right sorry.” Ethan grinned and apologized, kissing your cheek, pulling you back up.
“Wanna read a few more comments before we play a game?” You asked.
“Sure.” He nods.
You both looked at the chat to see much spam.

You guys immediately looked at each other with;
“Oh shit.”


Hah! I really like how this came out!! Thank you for requesting!!!~
I had much fun writing this :))

Dopey* - I’m not sure if that’s a word???? Oh well.
Request from; @nandrii

“The tattoo of the snowflake with stars.” soulmateAU

SOULMATE AU SERIES // Title: “The tattoo of the snowflake with stars.”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x (FEM) Reader

 Requested by: @12-kay-kit-kat  asked: #10 Bucky x reader please :3”

 Prompts: #10 “Soulmates aren’t real” (mine) AND Colorless tattoos that get color when you meet your soulmate AND Soulmates where you can communicate via thoughts. Both of the soulmate prompts are from that amazing blog that I’ve linked you to.


Warnings: THIS IS REALLY LONG. Swearing and swearing and fluff???? But just a little bit.

A/N: I combined my own prompt with two that I found about soulmates, because it’s been a while since I wanted to write about it and those two seemed cool. BUT OMFG I REALLY EJOYED WRITING IT AND GOT CARRIED AWAY AND WELL WELL. I really hope that you guys (and you beautiful person that requested)

Pietro’s Part || Steve’s Part. || MASTERLIST

|| I don’t own Bucky or any of the Avengers, they belong to Marvel. ||

“We all born with a colorless tattoo with a particular design that will only get color if you meet your soulmate, before that you’re available to talk with your soulmate through your thoughts. It’s a bond that will never be broken.”  Y/N read out loud, looking at his friend eyes.

They were at the public library doing some research for an essay. And of course her friend had to choose a topic as silly as Soulmates: real life or just a state of mind?” Seriously it as awful.

“Continue please” he said smiling kindly at her.

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That One Time Makki Got Drunk

Chat: Seijouhoes

Time: 11:15pm

eyebrowsaregay: useless fact of the day is that apples are a part of the rose family

prayforurboymakki: y’all

prayforurboymakki: i’m soooo drunk

prayforurboymakki: and we got

prayforurboymakki: mcdoland’s

eyebrowsaregay: also funfact a crocodile cant stick its tongue out

prayforurboymakki: HAHAHAHAHAHA

Gaylien: omg

Gaylien: ur so drunk holy shit

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Internet Famous: Part 6

Fandom: Star Wars (Modern AU)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Summary: Poe and Reader are friends who came together and started a youtube channel for fun. 1 million subscribers later, they’re now internet famous. Their friendship has thrived, however, all of their fans can obviously see that Poe and Reader aren’t just friends.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

After going through Jungle Cruise, Pirates of the Caribbean, Indiana Jones, and Haunted Mansion, your stomach was grumbling. Poe laughed when he heard your stomach, “Want a churro or corndog or both?”

“Both! I can’t choose between them so definitely, both!”

“Right away, your Highness!” You linked your arm with Poe’s and you made your way to the churro station right outside of the Haunted Mansion entrance. Then you made your way to The Stage Door in Frontierland for a corndog. Poe pulled out the vlogging camera again.

“And here is the beautiful Princess Y/N ready for the royal feast.” 

You bit into the churro, “Dessert before lunch because why not? I’m adult! I do what I want!”

Poe then took the churro from your hand and bit into it, “Mmmm. That’s a good churro.”

“Heeeeey!” You grabbed it back. Poe set the vlogging camera, still on, onto the table. You giggled and began to wipe sugar off his face, “And you say I’m a mess.”

Poe smiled, “You are. A hot mess.”

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anonymous asked:

That jimon superhero idea is really cute do you think you could do like headcanons of when simon ask jace to teach him self defense and jaces teaches him/they spend time together

hi!! sorry this is almost 24hours later. D: this verse - which is essentially about jace being a superhero and simon being catnip for evil and therefore jace’s frequent rescuee - may or may not go anywhere because i have 0 execution skills but if it ever does, these are some of the events that i’d want to happen as simon falls in love with jace / angel:

  • the very next day, simon runs into jace at their building lobby putting up flyers for a self defence class he teaches for free every tuesday and thursday. what a strange and serendipitous turn of events!! but, “oh man,” says simon, crestfallen, “my work schedule’s kind of all over the place though, i don’t think i can make it?” and jace’s gaze lingers on the bruise on simon’s jaw, the discolouration suggesting it was from the night before, and he says, “anytime you have an hour, just pop by to see if i’m home - looks like you needed to learn how to make a quick getaway years ago,” and simon is bewildered by the generosity of this offer but (obviously) he accepts 
  • jace is a brutal instructor and doesn’t cut simon any slack each time he takes simon down. “again,” he demands, “get up.” at first simon’s embarrassed by how easily jace kicks his ass, flustered by how jace is even more attractive when he’s covered in sweat and pinning simon down, face so close that simon can clearly see the darker roots of his eyelashes and follow the curve of the individual lashes to their delicate golden tip. but as their sessions keep going, simon stops seeing jace as someone he wants to make out with and instead as a threat he needs to take down. it shakes simon to realize what an easy target he is, how he might be dead if angel hadn’t saved him all those times and the reality is that if someone devastatingly sexy was trying to murder him - well, he can’t just let them because he’s too distracted by their beautiful eyes

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So….it was my friend’s 21st birthday party last night…

- I got there and Raychel was immediately like “Molly are you planning on drinking?” and I was like “Yes duh” and she, deep-voiced, goes “Good. You deserve it. You deserve the world and I deserve to see you get it”

- I forgot that I hate chocolate vodka and got a spiked milkshake at the restaurant

- People were just. screaming about anime. Everyone else in the place must have hated us

- “the asshole is my enemy and needs to be punished.”

- “So…my girlfriend like, bought chloroform?” “Have fun with that.”

- I literally forgot to get her a present whoops

- birthday girl, on her third drink: “Listen I know we’re going  back to my house to drink after this but don’t worry!!! I’m not gonna get that drunk tonight, it won’t be bad”

- l m a o

- we get to her house, immediately start doing shots. I hadn’t touched anything yet bc there was a bottle of electric blue shit and I knew damn well that was going into my body but I was told to wait until people got back with sodas for mixers

- but this guy Patrick who I went all thru grade school with goes “Molly, you’re a real man”, hands me a bottle of whiskey and was like “I feel like my entire childhood was leading up to drinking whiskey with you” and honestly I couldn’t argue??? I felt that way too

- a wholesome experience I’m sure all of our old teachers would be so proud to see us finally bonding and getting along lmao

- Jacqui wanted some whiskey and we’re like “you had two margarita’s at the restaurant maybe not” but she didn’t listen and after she took a shot I had to hide the bottle from her to stop her from having any more lol

- Jacqui, drunk “Mollllly you’re my wiiiiife!”

- Raychel (bd girl) also drunk, across the room “But she’s my alpha husband what the fuck!!!!”

- I was not fucking looking when Raychel’s drink was mixed but it was like. Emerald fucking green. I know it had the sour apple shit vodka in it but idk what else. And then they added food dye and cake glitter so it turned into a galaxy drink holy shit

- Jacqui mixed the blue stuff with sprite and I took a sip and it tasted amazing??? So then I poured my own and I don’t know if I used too much alcohol or too much soda but it tasted like draino I literally had a brief Heather Chandler moment

- Kept drinking it but that’s besides the point

- Now, we need to talk about my alcohol tolerance. It’s high. It’s strong.

- So almost everyone else was drunk out of their asses and I’m sitting there like???? What the fuck???? I want to be intoxicated???? This is hell???? Like at this point I had to have had??? A total six or so shots of vodka and the whiskey and I was FINE and mad about that lmao

- That’s my thing it takes me forever to get drunk and then I get really drunk and blessedly never have hangovers so I can’t really complain I guess?

- But when this happens the logical next step is to drink more lmao Raychel started insisting I share her ridiculous drink with her

- That thing….tasted like everything Jesus died to save us from.

- Also I think I ended up drinking more of it than she did lmao

- Pocket full of sunshine started playing and half the room got turnt while the other half watched in confusion

- I kept trying to take selfies with Raychel and in ever one??? She looks inhumanely gorgeous???? And I look like a goblin???? What the fuck

- At this point I was finally getting drunk so Raychel gave me her phone going “you have my favorite face in the world take so many selfies for me!!!” and….bitch I did. I had that phone for about three hours, barely put it down, loved every single one of my angles for the first time in my life, and I honestly do not know how many selfies of me she’s going to find later lmao

- “I once made an art piece out of my pubic hair but like I lost it in someone’s apartment”

- Garrett, who’s apparently never drank before, whisper-yelling in horror “I took a lot of shots….On purpose!!!! ….I’m sorry,”

- He got very wasted very fast and then went upstairs to sleep lmao

- Raychel started crying telling me I was pretty and I was like “Thanks but you do this when you’re sober so I don’t believe you??” and then her friend who barely talks to me comes over and is like “Honey listen I’m the least drunk person her and you’re gorgeous” and it eventually spiraled into “Molly, CHRISTINA AGUILERA thinks she’s ugly. Lady GaGa- BRITTNEY SPEARS CLEARLY HAS SELF ESTEEM ISSUES EVEN THO SHES A FUCKING SEX ICON. So you’re- OH my God!!! Adam Lambert probably thinks he’s the ugliest fucker in the world!!!!! So you’re beautiful!!!!” and like honestly? Feeling good rn

- To counter this I spent like half the night telling Patrick’s shy and quiet girlfriend Maura that she was the prettiest person I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t leave this poor girl alone she was adorable omfg

- Raychel, the one who ‘wasn’t going to get that drunk’: *spinning wildly, holding 13 conversations at once, constantly yelling about the pubic bone and the vulva, crying about plastic babies in a glitter tube*

- UPDATE AS IM TYPING THIS: Raychel has announced that she found a total of 438 pictures and videos on her phone OH MY GOD @PAST ME

- And that’s only on her phone I got a lot on my phone too and other people had cameras out lord knows how many were taken

- So when I’m drunk I feel a little lightheaded but ultimately fine until I like move a limb and it’s like ‘holy shit my head isn’t connect to my body’ like. so fucking dizzy. At one point I stood and was like ‘who wants to bet I can’t walk to the bathroom’ and someone decided to walk me there lmao

- Someone made glitter bombs out of eggs and we threw them in the street while angrily screaming things like “I LOVE MY FAMILY!” and “WHY DOES EVERY ACTUALLY NICE GUY I MEET HAVE A SMALL DICK!”

- Raychel gave me a tiny ball of clay and I really treasured it but then it broke apart I was so sad

- “Burt Macklin is a fucking bitch!” “Don’t talk to the kitten that way he’s the prettiest cat I’ve ever seen!”

- Jacqui got a slice of cake and then remembered she cannot eat when she’s drunk so I ended up eating. just a lot of cake

- My Little Pony songs were playing on the tv???? I’m still not sure how that got started

- Screaming about Alaska Thunderfuck

- I bet Patrick he’d be the first to puke but he left and I think I threw up in the bathroom???? I’m not 100% positive I did but the fact that I have doubt means he wins unfortunately

- There was one guy there I don’t think I actually got his name but he gave me a great hug when he was leaving. You know when like a bird lands on you and you feel like you’re special and have been chosen???? That’s what the hug felt like lmao

- Someone pulled buffalo chicken dip out of thin air which is my weakness and she told me to have some but like. I put one dipped chip in my mouth and knew it was a mistake. I felt it in my stomach. I hadn’t even fucking swallowed yet it was literally just in my mouth and my body was like ‘bitch can you take a break and let me live!’ omfg

- Since Raychel finally dumped her boyfriend I had no qualms about telling her I didn’t like him and she asked why and I was like “he tried to mansplain Greek mythology to me and he wasn’t even right!!!” and for some reason that made at least five people loose it.

- At the stroke of midnight, Raychel, pointing to the crucifix in the living room. “JESUS….HE’S HERE. HE’S ALIVE.”

- At some point I apparently started drunk texting a few of my friend’s that weren’t there w h o o p s

- Me, trying to explain myself to them this morning “You know, that Easter wine just really gets to me”

- I was stuck in the ‘coming down’ stage for like a million years. Like, still clearly drunk but Not As Bad

- And I was trying to get better before I texted my mother for a ride so like. I spent so long chugging water. I literally don’t think I’ve ever had that much water in my entire life. Raychel’s father and sister kept getting it for me as I continuously told them they were life savers. But it barely helped omfg

- Was definitely still a little wobbly when I woke up for water at like 6:30 but all good now and the hangover skipped over my soul @my genetic makeup bless you

- Fun night though!!! But now I’m off to an Easter family party so…we’ll see how that goes lol

The Answer

Pairing: YoungK X Reader

Genre: angst & fluff

Word Count: 1,746

Request: HIII OMFG I LOVE YOU WORKS AHHHH can i request a youngk from day6, an angsty and fluff thing about where he’s in a music rut and cant write lyrics and well something like that i hope thats okay??? thank you! - anonymous

Blank. Both his head and the page of his notebook were blank. It would’ve been better if there were a few scribbles on the paper - a sentence, a melody, a word - anything.

YoungK tightened the strings of his hoodie. The air conditioner running in the recording room dropped the temperature down a few degrees from its usual warm air. With none of the other members present, YoungK was left with his own thoughts to gather and create another amazing song.

A yawn escaped the tired man’s mouth. He tried to wipe the fatigue from his eyes before pressing on the home button of his phone to check the time. His home screen lit up, displaying a photo of him together with his members and his girlfriend on the first day of Day6′s concert tour in Seoul. It was almost 11:30 in the evening.

He usually didn’t feel much stress when it came to writing because the company gave his band enough time before preparing for their next comeback, but this time was different. YoungK was asked to write a special song to give to his labelmates, Park Jimin and Baek Ayeon, for their upcoming duo debut album. He didn’t mind. In fact, it was an honor. He just wished he wasn’t given only a week. Well, it was five days now. Reminded of his deadline, YoungK sighed heavily before reaching for his iced Americano and taking another sip of the half-empty cup.

The dose of caffeine was bought by his girlfriend who stopped by a few hours ago to check in on him. Before, the cup was filled to the top with whole ice cubes. The cup now had condensed water all around the outside, and there was not a single ice cube left. He wanted to go outside, but a part of him knew he could get distracted and that he had to get the song done as soon as possible. “I really don’t know what to do…” he groaned, picking up his pencil.

Actually, he wondered what his members were up to. Were any of them still at the company building or did they already return to the dorm? No, he shouldn’t worry about them. He should worry about the song! YoungK looked at his notebook again. What kind of song would work best to be included in the girls’ album? Pop? Ballad? What should it be about? Friendship? Love?

As he was in his thoughts, he heard a sound from his phone. The screen lit up to show the message you had sent him.

(Y/N) [11:34 PM]

Thanks for leaving me on read the last two texts ;; I know you’re busy tho. Did u leave that studio even once today???

(Y/N) [11:35 PM]

If u haven’t gotten anything done since you were assigned the project, I doubt you’ll get it done by just isolating urself in there… inspiration isn’t found like that

You were sitting in the living room after a shower, watching your favorite variety show on TV. Even though you stopped by to give your boyfriend coffee today, you noticed how exhausted and a little frustrated he looked. You’d go crazy if you were given a sudden deadline for work, too. When you texted the other members, they told you that your boyfriend refused to receive any help on the song. He wanted to please his company so bad, so he asked his own members as well as some of the producers to give him some space which led him to barely eating and leaving that very room he basically kept himself in.

The two texts that he ignored previously was of you asking him to go out and get dinner with you. How could anyone think without any brain food? You thought he’d at least grab some food with you since he loved to eat, especially since you offered to treat him to fried chicken in Sinsadong.

You watched your phone, seeing if he’d respond to your texts, but instead of finding three ellipses popping up, there was a word under your text: read.

Maybe he was really working and you were bothering him. Perhaps an idea finally hit him. You chose to send him the last text for the night.

(Y/N) [11:41 PM]

About to go to bed. Get some rest & pls eat. Will check in tomorrow. Night! :)

The next day, after your classes, you decided to drop by your boyfriend’s company. You received texts from Jae that YoungK needed to get some fresh air, and Jae suggested strongly that you be the one to take him out. I don’t want to go in the recording room again and then end up finding a body, Jae had joked over the phone.

“Knock knock,” you said as you knocked and opened the door to the recording room that you boyfriend was cooped in.

“What are you doing here?” YoungK mumbled when he heard your voice. Instead of looking over at you, he was crossing something off of his paper.

You continued to stand by the door. “Come on. Let’s go. Jae asked me to help you get a little break.”

“I don’t need you here though. I have no idea why Jae needed to call you. Besides, I already took a little break.”

“Yeah, Brian. Um. Bathroom breaks aren’t long enough. Come on. Let’s go get you a change of scenery, some food and some exercise from walking.”

“No thanks.”

Hearing his stubborn refusal, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. You walked into the room and kicked his rolling chair. YoungK shot you a look. “Stop! What was that even for? (Y/N), please just go home,” YoungK sighed.

“I will. After you go out with me. Brian, honestly, it’s not going to hurt you.”

“You’re not the one who has half a week to write a song, okay, (Y/N)?! I don’t know if I’m even going to get this done in time. I need to spend all this time in here writing!”

“You haven’t written a single thing yet!” you exclaimed, gesturing to his notebook full of crossed out words. “I’m trying to help you, and you’re being such a jerk about it!”

“Because you keep pushing it!” YoungK countered, voice starting to raise as well. He stood up from his chair which forced you to look up due to his taller height. “I didn’t ask for your help. I didn’t ask for Jae to get you to help.”

You bit your tongue back, trying to calm down. The door was still open, and anyone walking by could hear. That would be embarrassing on the behalf of both of you. You needed to reason with him. Reaching your hands out, you slid them down your boyfriend’s own hands. His cold hands touched your warm ones. “Babe,” you said, “I know how much you want to accomplish this on your own because it’s a big project, and you don’t want to let Jimin or Ayeon down. But tell me. Did all of the songs you’ve written always take more than a week?”

YoungK gripped your hands in his. He sighed. “No, some did take longer, but there were one or two that took me a few days.”

“And did you always stay in this room to write the lyrics?”

“No, sometimes I get an idea in other places. I write anywhere music starts coming to me.”

“Right? So why are you treating this song any different? Honestly, you should getting all the inspiration you can from outside. This room isn’t going to do anything for you. You don’t know what kind of song to do? Watch a movie, read, listen to some other songs, talk to people. That’s what you do.”

Your boyfriend stayed quiet, but you took it as him agreeing with you. Letting go of one hand and keeping the other intertwined, you lead finally led YoungK out of the cold, dark lair with a smile. “You can just come with me this time. After this, I leave it up to you on how you’ll get the song done.”

Watching your boyfriend right across from you under bright lights in a restaurant was way better than under dim lights in a studio. “Eat lots,” you told him as soon as the server placed down the tray of fried chicken. YoungK nodded his head and dived in right away.

After eating, the both of you walked around the Han River for some time, enjoying each other’s company. You didn’t bring up his work, and it felt like the two of you were on a date.

“Did you know that Don asked out Sohye?” you mentioned during your walk.

YoungK let out a laugh. “Wait, really? Don asked Sohye out? Since when?”

“Like…two days ago? I think. Yeah, they’re going out now.”

“That’s good for them. They look good together. Not like us though.”

“Obviously,” you joked while flipping your hair.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you a while ago,” YoungK apologized. “I was stressing myself out even more. Shouldn’t have taken it out on anyone.”

“It’s okay. We all have our days.”

You took a look at your watch and unwrapped your arm from YoungK’s.

“Oops. It’s already four? I gotta get to work now,” you said.

Your boyfriend nodded his head. “Yeah, I probably need to get back to the company. Thanks for today.”

“Oh, wait.” You stopped him and started to reach into your bag. When you finally found what you were looking for, you pulled the item out and showed it to YoungK. “Ta-da! Sohye got me a ticket to go to that new exhibit at the art museum. I can’t go because I work, but I took it because I thought that you could maybe use it.”

You handed him the ticket and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Walking to the curb, you waved for a taxi. As a taxi started to approach, you quickly turned back to YoungK and waved at him. “Let me know how it goes! Love you.”

“Love you too,” YoungK replied and waved at you until you got into your taxi and rode off. Alone, he scanned the art museum ticket. He couldn’t help but smile. He turned in the direction to where the art museum was and began to walk. Like how he felt when he was with you, he had a good feeling that the song would be a great one.

Girl's Night

Originally posted by martziplier98

Request: I noticed that you don’t have any Kathryn x reader things and I was thinking about like her having a girls night sleepover thing with Amy where they gossip and do face masks and such but then male readers like “yo can I join?” Not in a weird way but like boys can enjoy that stuff too and you also haven’t written much with male readers so yeah sorry it’s not specific or just Kathryn x reader I just thought it’d be cute

Summary: Male!Reader wants to hang with Kathryn and Amy while they’re having a girls night.

A/N: Hey guys, I’m so sorry for my little hiatus I went on these past 2 weeks :( As you all probably know by now, my cousin got married! Then when I got back home I had finals! It was awful and I’m v sorry but I’m here now ready to not be a shitty person. Also I’m actually typing this all up on my phone in the tumblr app (yay for manually inputting the code 🙃) so pls bear with me if the formatting is a little off from how it usually is. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this v short fic!

Wordcount: 333, this is probably my shortest fic ever IM SORRY

Requests are closed for now, very sorry friends!

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Best Friend Series; Junhui

- you and junhui have been best friends since childhood
- basically you were six years old and you were making a sandcastle at the park
- you were really happy with how it turned out in the end it took you like an hour to make it and it’s beautiful and everything
- when suddenly you hear “I GOT IT!!”
- you look up to see a baseball heading in your direction and this kid is running after it not paying attention to where he’s going
- and he jumps super high and successfully catches the baseball but HE LANDS ON YOUR SANDCASTLE DESTROYING IT
- you just stare at it with the most shocked expression ever and you glare at the kid who’s scrambling to his feet
- and by glare i mean glare like if looks could kill this kid would be dead
- so you scream “HEY YOU DESTROYED MY SANDCASTLE YOU STUPID HEAD” and after dusting himself off, he goes like “WHO ARE YOU CALLING A STUPID HEAD??”
- you both end up arguing and you’re like “APOLOGIZE” and he’s like “NOPE”
- before you know it you’re dragged into the baseball game and the boy says “IF YOU WIN I’LL APOLOGIZE, BUT IF YOU LOSE, YOU HAVE TO DO WHAT I SAY UNTIL IT’S TIME TO GO HOME”
- you’re like WHAT THAT’S HARDLY FAIR but you play anyway, you’ve played baseball before with a friend so you’re just staring at the kid like GET READY TO LOSE
- all the boys’ friends are like woahhh that kid is so cool they’re better than YOU jun!!
- and jun’s pride is hurt because he never lost a baseball game in his LIFE
- you’re expecting him to get all angry and mean again
- but he just smirks and approaches you
- he says “i like you. come to the park more often and play baseball with us!! we’re 13 people so sometimes someone’s left out while we play 6 vs 6 but with you it’ll be equal”
- you’re like “ok cool but WHERE’S MY APOLOGY”
- and he just laughs and says “i’ll apologize to you if you win five games. i’m junhui btw, but you can call me jun.”
- and you’re like “ARE YOU KIDDING ME oh forget it just keep the apology” but every time you go to the park JUN IS ALWAYS THERE
- sometimes he’s playing baseball with his friends but other times he’s practicing wushu and taekwondo and you’re like…… ok that’s kinda cool i guess……
- one day while he was practicing wushu with a tree branch, he catches you staring and he runs up to you and you’re like omfg just great
- he’s like “HEY!! you haven’t played baseball with us since last time!!” and you’re like “not this again” and jun’s like “oh yeah what’s your name btw??” you give him your name and he just says it over and over while grinning
- the next time you go to the park the boys are playing baseball and jun runs up to you and says “(name) join us!!” you say “no” but he drags you to the field anyway
- you end up playing and this time you LOSE
- you’re like NO WAY and jun is just laughing at your reaction
- long story short, you end up playing baseball with them a few more times and when jun finds out that you live nearby he walks you home
- you actually do end up winning five games first but then jun goes like “did i say five?? i meant EIGHT” and he keeps increasing the number just to spite you but in the end you guys decided on seventeen games
- and he’s stuck to you ever since
- since you guys went to different elementary schools, you only ever saw him whenever you went to the park
- but then you guys ended up going to the same high school and uni and i present to you the GREASE
- he waits for you after class so you can eat lunch and walk back together
- sometimes he throws his arm over your shoulders while winking and making kissy faces and you’re like ew jun stop while pushing his face away
- makes every hangout with you sound like a date and says it loud enough for the people around you to hear
- makes everything you guys do together sound inappropriate just to see your reactions
- after school, you guys always go back to the park and play baseball together
- well actually it’s more like catch because you guys are only two people but wtvr
- deep talks while playing catch
- he lends you his varsities and hoodies
- whenever you wear them, jun says “you look much better in them than i do” wink wink and you just take the varsity/hoodie off and throw it in his face like ugh nvm jun i think i can survive this cold until we get home
- never has money so he always begs you to buy stuff for him
- to make up for all those times you treated him, he gets you the most amazing and expensive birthday gifts
- “HOW DID YOU KNOW I WANTED THIS?? THANK YOU SO MUCH JUN” “i think i deserve a little kiss for it don’t you think? ;)” “don’t push it”
- you always go to his wushu competitions to cheer him on and you’re always front seat!!
- everyone always complains how he takes FOREVER to answer his text messages
- but you’re just like what…. he answers mine within a minute
- cooks for you when you’re sad
- probably taught you a few self-defense tricks/martial arts so he won’t get worried about you
- jun is popular with the girls so he always gets confessions or gets asked out on dates but he always declines them (probably used you as a scapegoat a few times by saying you’re his s/o lmao)
- you’re always like “jun why don’t you just say yes to one of them”
- but he’s like “i can’t because if i do…… you’d be alone”
- and jun just smirks like OOOKAY
- but one day he actually does go on a date with someone and you’re like…… oh
- it’s so lonely because he’s not outside waiting for you in front of the school like always and he isn’t there to make fun of you or annoy you
- you hate to admit it but you miss the grease
- later that day he calls you and he’s like “let’s eat out i’m starving” and you get so happy and you two eat out while he tells you about his date
- he notices your face light up when he says he didn’t enjoy it and he just smirks
- “you missed me didn’t you?? come on just admit it” “i’m leaving”
- after dinner, you guys go back to the baseball field and grin when you see you and jun’s old childhood friends playing a round of baseball
- they’re down to play baseball again with you guys for old time’s sake and you and jun just look at each other with grins
- you’re like “we’re both tied at sixteen right??” and he just grins and nods
- “you still owe me that apology”
- “like you’re going to get it”
- jun ends up winning the game and as punishment he has to stay with you forever
- you just roll your eyes and say “how could a person be this greasy”
- but jun just laughs and ruffles your hair and well guess you’re stuck with him (but is that really a bad thing??)

As the Radio Plays - Part 3

Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader


Summary: You regret going home.

Warnings: Cursing, because we all know I have a potty mouth.


A/N: I don’t even know what this is anymore, what I actual fuck Cass why. This took me longer than usual (lol work kicked my ass for a bit jfc my bad). ANYWAY Becca is responsible for my descent into insanity and I LOVE HER FOR IT so shout-out to my murderer for influencing me so much (if you find the ref, kudos to you my darlings!!) Also, shout-out to y'all because you guys are the reason why I’m still writing. Thank you for your support and love. My heart swells at the thought of you guys. I love you all endlessly.


So you let the cat out of the bag.

It earned you a sleepless night spent drowning in an ocean of your tears, a scratchy throat from sobbing so hard for so long, and drenched bedsheets because you couldn’t help but fall apart.

And rightfully so.

It was your biggest nightmare, coming across the man who’d left you on what was supposed to be the best day of your life. Not only that, but you told him the one thing you didn’t want to bring back. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to say it, but telling him about the one part of him that you were carrying and nurturing was gone only made it even more of a reality– a reality with which you didn’t want to come to terms.

Your sobs turned into little hiccups sometime early morning, and you rubbed your swollen eyes as you walked downstairs and into the kitchen in search of water or liquor (or poison), something that would either quench you or soothe you (or kill you). To your chagrin, you found water first.

“Hey bug,” your father greeted sleepily, eyes half-closed to shield himself from the brightness of the kitchen lights. “What are you doing up so early?”

It hadn’t occurred to you that it was hardly four in the morning, and you probably shouldn’t have made so much noise while trying to accomplish such a menial task.

“Thirsty,” you replied with a shrug, trying to delay needing to sniffle so that your dad didn’t feel the need to make you open up. Talking about last night’s ordeal would only make matters worse. “Water.”

He joined you in the kitchen and draped his arm around your shoulders. “It’s really good to have you back, you know. I was afraid you’d never come back.”

You couldn’t help but scoff because that was currently your biggest regret, but you covered it up with a coughing fit, hoping it was enough to convince him.

“I don’t know how you feel, but I’m sure it’s hard for you to be here,” he said softly, holding you close to his chest. “I’m really glad you’re home, bug.”

“Yeah,” you squeaked. It was the only thing you could say.

“I’m gonna go back to bed, alright? Holler if you need me.” He gently placed a kiss on the crown of your head and rubbed his hand back and forth along your shoulder before letting you go, trekking back up the stairs. “Go get some rest.”

All you did was nod at him, forcing a smile on your face as you watched him leave your line of vision.

You didn’t get some rest though. Instead, you spent the next two and a half hours pacing all around your house, going up and down the stairs, circling the living room, logging miles around the dining room table. Doing this was the only way you could get your blood flowing again without having to venture back outside where your shadows would come back to haunt you once more. This was safe. This was where you decided to recuperate for the day.

“Y/N?” your mother called out to you from the kitchen. She peeked out from the window from behind the kitchen sink, watching you take step upon step on the already imprinted carpet. “Do you mind picking up Ava from your brother’s? Jess has to work, and Eli’s sick, so they don’t want her to catch it since she’s still so little, and you’re staying home all day, right? I have to leave for work soon. Could you just bring her back here and watch her for the day?”

You froze and looked at your mom like a deer caught in headlights.

When she realized her mistake, her expression changed and she ran over to hug you.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry…” She started as she smoothed your hair.

“No, it’s okay, I can watch her, it’s fine.”

“Are you sure? I’ll call in sick, it’s okay.”

“I’ll be fine,” you managed, more so trying to convince yourself than your mother that you’d be alright. “Go to work, Mom.”

She pulled away to look at you in an attempt to read your face.

“Mom, it’s fine. It was… a long time ago.”

You’d been uneasy around infants since the miscarriage, all of them reminding you of what could’ve been– what should have been. When your sister-in-law got pregnant with your niece, everyone kept it from you in fear that you would spiral downward again. And when you’d gotten word from your blabbermouth sister, you fell back down into the rabbit hole and your poisons kept you company again, nearly costing you your starring role after you’d shown up drunk to rehearsal multiple times.

Never before have you regretted such a decision, but you had to come to terms with coming home. You knew this was part of the entire ordeal, and it was just all a matter of time when you would finally let yourself heal properly instead of beating around the bush.

Once you’d gotten dressed, you made your way out the door, only to be startled when you saw someone sitting on the front steps of your home, and he turned around at the sound of the door opening.

He was still dressed in last night’s clothes, his eyes even more sunken than you remembered. You gawked at him, unsure of whether or not you had the ability to speak.

Finally, you took a breath and huffed out words. “For the love of God, please just leave–”

“Y/N,” he whispered as he stood up, dusting himself off. “Please let me–”

“Lin, I don’t have time for this, go home.” Your tone was tired and curt, and you tried to sound as emotionless as possible.

He took a step forward and put out a hand to stop you from leaving, nearly tripping over a box that sat next to his feet.

“Please, just give me a minute,” he pleaded with you. “And if you never wanna see me again after this, then…. then I’ll let you go forever.” Lin’s voice was strained, almost as if he was choking back sobs.

“Go home, Lin,” you replied sternly, and you resisted and shook your head, walking past him as you avoided making any eye contact with his wet eyes. And even as you heard him beg you to stay, you quickly hailed a cab and wordlessly hopped into it, letting it whisk you away to your brother’s place somewhere in Midtown.

Before you knew it, you were sitting in the backseat of the taxi again, this time with a fussy infant that wanted nothing to do with her carseat.

Every time you looked at your little niece, your stomach knotted and your breath hitched, your heart missing a beat with every second you spent with your eyes locked on her. But she required attention and you didn’t quite know what to do.

You grabbed the bottle from her baby bag and tried to feed her, and when that didn’t work, you tried to figure out if she needed changing, and eventually, you gave up, letting her scream for almost the entirety of the way back to your home (which thankfully only took twenty minutes because you were positive the cab driver was sick and tired of her screaming so he did everything in his power to speed through traffic) as you sat next to her in a pool of your own tears.

After what seemed like an eternity, your journey came to an end and you were finally home. With the little banshee in her carrier, you picked it up and placed it in the crook of your arm with the baby bag slung on your opposite shoulder, letting them hang there as you handed the cabbie the money for the fare (plus hefty tip for having endured the whole ride with the screeching human). You looked down at Ava before grabbing your house keys and you turned on your heel to head inside.

He was still there, sitting on the front steps.

“Let me help you,” he offered as he stood up, reaching for the baby carrier.

“I told you go to home,” you muttered, whizzing right past him and disregarding his help.

“Babe, please, I just wanna talk.”

You were already fed up after having to sit with a screaming infant, and now you had to deal with your ex-fiancé trying to discuss the past with you.

“Just leave already, Lin! We have nothing to talk about!” After struggling to open the door with everything still on your person, you finally got it to open and walked inside despite him trying to follow you. “Leave!”

Your attempt to slam the door in his face was in vain because his hand kept it from closing all the way.

“Y/N! Please, hear me out!” He exclaimed as he stepped foot into your home, clutching the box in his arm.

“I don’t have time for this! I already have to deal with her wailing, don’t add more on my plate.” You undid the buckles on your niece’s carrier and took her out, cradling her to try to get her to stop.

Lin closed the door and let out an exasperated sigh. “Please…”

Tears of sheer frustration were already spilling and you just ignored him as you attempted to soothe Ava (and yourself).

He stood next to you, just as flustered, and sighed.

“Let me hold her,” he whispered, putting the box down on the couch.

At first, you refused, letting his words go in one ear and out the other, but after thirty more seconds of crying, you gave up and willingly handed her over, already knowing you were in over your head.

“I got you, I got you, it’s okay,” he murmured into Ava’s ear as he rocked her.

You simply walked away and let him deal with it, thinking that your mother was right all along. This wasn’t okay. You weren’t fine. You were in over your head. With your face buried in your hands, sobs wracked your body as you sat along the kitchen island, crying out of frustration, weeping out of heartbreak, bawling out of hopelessness.

After a few minutes, your niece was silent and Lin joined you in the kitchen, holding her in his arms, looking down at her with the faintest smile on his face.

The image of him gently bouncing up and down with a baby cradled against his chest only made matters worse. This could’ve been the life you had if the past had never happened. You could’ve woken up to him holding your child, kissing her forehead, holding her tiny hands, watching her in awe. Your life could’ve been filled with moments like this.

“She was just angry ‘cause she was tired,” he told you softly, not taking his eyes off her. “Taxis aren’t my favorite either, it’s okay.”

You swallowed hard and nodded without a word on your tongue, watching him as he stood across the island from you.

The two of you stayed like that for a bit, neither of you daring not move for fear she would start up again.

Finally, after fifteen minutes of silence, you found the courage to speak up.

“Why are you here, Lin?”

He lifted his eyes to meet your gaze and he let out a deep breath. “I just… I wanted to…”

Ava stirred a little bit and both of you froze for a beat before he got back to bouncing again.

“Can we go back to the living room?” He asked quietly. “I’m gonna put her back in her carrier so we don’t disturb her again.”

You followed him into the living room and took a seat on the sofa, watching as he kneeled down to place her gently in her carrier before rocking it a little to ensure she stayed asleep. Your heart twisted in pain.

Without thinking, you reached for the box he had laid on the couch when he first arrived, and you were suddenly hit with a wave of emotions. It was his treasure box, the one you’d filled with your commentary for the happy memories both of you shared, the one that matched yours.

You opened it up and stared at the items for a moment, letting your mind catch up with your heart. Your fingers picked up a tattered ‘Get Well Soon’ card, and you brushed your fingertips against the embossed surface before opening it up.

‘Who knew you were so needy? Doesn’t matter, I still love you… even though your fever dreams consist of you shouting for help at the top of your lungs in the middle of the night. I will always be here to bring you back to reality.’

That week was unforgettable. He was miserable and stuck in bed as the biggest mess you’ve seen, and yet somehow, your heart swelled with adoration. Every time his adenoidal voice called out to you, you were there in an instant, not once failing to do whatever he needed you to do. Whether it was getting him a glass of water or emptying out the trash he’d used to puke, you never once complained.

Your eyes caught sight of a picture of the two of you at the skating rink, both of you dressed in winter coats, your gloved hand on his cheek and his arm around your waist as your lips met his for a kiss.

‘Happy Valentine’s day, my love! I adore you. Everyone says Cupid is stupid, but I’d gladly beg to differ. And even if the phrase is true, I’ll still always be here to prove them otherwise.’

Shuffling through the countless memories, you grabbed a little fake mistletoe ornament and played with it in your hand as you read the note you’d written attached to its string.

‘Mariah Carey knows what’s up. All I want for Christmas is you, and that would always be enough. I’ll always be here to kiss you under the mistletoe. Je t'aime, mon coeur!’

“That’s one of my favorites,” he murmured as he joined you on the sofa, taking one of your hands in his. He picked up the ornament resting in your open palm and held it up above both of you, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips.

You returned the kiss, allowing it to bring back the memories you’d tried your hardest to push away, letting your heart feel the love you’d buried. For a moment, you let go of the heartache that was still eating you alive, giving yourself a beat of normalcy.

But nothing about this was normal. You were locking lips with the man who’d caused your downfall, and upon that realization, you pulled away, disgusted with yourself for believing this was okay.

“I’m sorry,” he spoke. “I just… miss you.”

“That’s your own fault,” you answered coldly. “It was your choice.”

“I did it for you.”

“Oh gee, thanks then. Thanks for making a fool of me. Thanks for all of your empty promises.”

“Y/N, please don’t be this way…”

“Can you blame me? You said it yourself. You wanted to see what else life had in store for you. You thought life had bigger opportunities. And meanwhile, I’ve spent every waking moment thinking of what was supposed to be, what should’ve been, what we had in store.”

“I… Listen to me, please,” he said. “I haven’t spent a single day without thinking of you. I haven’t lived each second of the day without wondering what I could’ve been. And I haven’t spent a day without going through the things you put into this box. I can’t go a full twenty-four hours without regretting my decision.”

“So you came here to tell me this? What’s the point?” You asked, your eyes brimming with the tears that never seemed to run out.

“Because this… this was fate!” He cried out in reply, startling your niece out of her sleep. “Shit, shh, it’s okay, it’s okay.”

You sat there as he rocked the carrier with his foot, shushing her back to sleep but ultimately failing. It wasn’t until Ava started thrashing about a few minutes later that you got up and rummaged through her baby bag in search of what she might need, settling on the pacifier.

“Try this,” you told him defeatedly, handing it to him as you held the bag in your hand and brought it back to your spot on the couch.

“No, not working, she’s spitting it out. Maybe she’s hungry?”

“Here’s her bottle.” You looked at him as he tried to feed her, but saw that she just wasn’t having it, so you approached her and carefully picked her up, trying to see if she needed a change.

It was hopeless. You didn’t know what to look for, what her behavior was indicating, what her incessant shrieks were telling you. After your countless attempts at trying to crack the code, you were already more than ready to bury yourself alive.

Lin was running around like a chicken with its head cut off as he endlessly tried to soothe her by changing her, trying to feed her once again, helplessly attempting to get her back to sleep.

With Ava in your arms, you rocked her back and forth as he followed right behind you, both of you doing your fair share of shushing between exasperated sighs. You brought her up the stairs and into your bedroom with Lin just a step behind. Placing the screeching infant on your bed, you sat next to her and looked down at her frantically, your hands trembling out of exhaustion and frustration.

“Look at the way the moon behaves,” Lin began to sing softly as he took a seat on the other side of your niece. “Look at the way she paints a silver ribbon on the waves. One thing I’ve learned and I’ll share with you, nothing is too wonderful to be true.”

You watched in awe as Ava’s cries grew quieter and quieter with every word that fell from his lips, not sure if you were relieved that it was working or relieved that he was there with you.

“Each moment opens like a flower,” he continued as she too, gazed at him. “The age of miracles comes every hour on the hour.” His voice faltered and he cocked his head to the side, a look of confusion growing on his face.

“Turn any corner, there’s something new,” you continued, and Lin looked at you with a faint grin. “And nothing is too wonderful to be true.”

Both of you repositioned yourselves around Ava, lying down comfortably on the bed with the little one between both of you, your hand resting gently on her tiny tummy. He propped his head up on his elbow as the two of you continued the song in unison at first, then adding harmony.

“If I’m perceived, to be naive, to be the way I am, let people say I am a silly goof. Is life a plateful? Am I grateful? Every day I am. It’s an amazing world in which we live, and I’ve got living proof. Look at the way the moon behaves, look at the way she paints a silver ribbon on the waves…”

You couldn’t sing the end of the song. Your breath hitched as your tears inevitably began to fall.

Lin continued it softly, his melody akin to a whisper as he brought his attention to you, his gaze piercing your own. “Leading directly to me and you… Nothing is too wonderful to be true.”

Ava was now making little sounds, cooing at both of you, and both you and Lin erupted into a fit of laughter, pleased that the wailing infant had finally ceased, amazed that the two of you had accomplished what seemed to be impossible, mesmerized by the joint effort that ultimately made everyone happy.

“Go team!” He exclaimed with his signature silly grin, raising a hand to offer you a high five.

You immediately met his hand and gave it a soft smack, the smile on your face unwavering despite the wetness on your cheeks. “Nice work.”

Between the two of you, Ava began to giggle and you found yourself chuckling along with her, watching as Lin leaned down to shower her cheeks with little kisses. You soon joined him in the love fest and both of you spent the next few hours overdramatically babbling right back at your niece, feeding her, bouncing her up and down, taking turns holding her.

“That was fun, wasn’t it?” Lin asked her enthusiastically as she let out a yawn, and he took her outstretched hand in his own.

The image of the old love of your life being the most perfect caretaker made your heart swell. This is how life could’ve been.

After singing her back to sleep, (I don’t think ‘La Vie Boheme’ is an appropriate song for an infant– Don’t pay attention to her, Ava, it’s not our fault he can’t hold an erection on the high holy days…) the two of you collapsed next to each other on the sofa with sighs of relief.

“Whew, that was exhausting,” you said under your breath, throwing your head back with a grunt.

“But I had fun,” he added softly. “Imagine if we got to do that every day?”

And just like that, the fun was over.

You closed your eyes and shook your head, bracing yourself for the misery that was threatening to eat you alive.

Silence fell upon you and for a long moment, neither of you spoke a word.

“We can do it, ” Lin spoke, breaking the deafening quiet. “We could do this every day. I want to do this with you every day for the rest of my life.”

“No,” you breathed in reply, opening your eyes to stare up at the ceiling before bringing your gaze back to his. “It’s done. You made your decision six years ago. Maybe… maybe it was meant to be like this.”

“Y/N, every day since that fucking dumb mistake I made,I wrote a letter to you, praying every single day for the past six years that fate would bring you back to me and now… look at us! You’re back! And I’m here! And I just…”

You were already set in your decision. He’d made his choice, now it was only right that you made yours. Seasons had already brought new songs to sing, and it was time to find a new anthem.

“I can’t live the rest of my life without you,” he murmured as he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close. “Please, I’m sorry, give me another chance. I love you so much, baby, I never stopped loving you.”

Your heart was racing towards the finish line, its arms wide open, just waiting to break through the tape to make its way to victory.

“Lin, I can’t leave myself at the mercy of fate. I can’t let you back into my life without spending every second wondering when you’ll want to leave again.”

“I promise I won’t leave, I promise…”

“I just don’t know that for sure, Lin. I can’t let you hurt me again. This… Maybe this wasn’t meant to be.”

“Please don’t let me live without you,” he begged as he pulled away, placing both hands on your shoulders, his eyes gazing deeply into yours. His lips quickly pressed against your own and he kissed you hard. “Tell me that doesn’t mean anything to you.”

“I-I think you should go.” You broke away from him and stood up, unable to look at anything besides the ground.

He got up to his feet and stood before you wordlessly, waiting for you to say something in reply.

But you didn’t. Instead, you picked up his treasure box and put it in his hands, escorting him out the door.

When the door clicked shut, you propped your back against it and broke down, coming to terms with the fact that a happy ending just wasn’t meant to be for the two of you.

You had one more part for the storybook, one more road that you could’ve taken, one more thing that used to have your heart. It was just one more place in your memory that you wished with every single part of you that you could go back to the very beginning, to start it all again.

But it was impossible. It was over. The chapter was done.

Fools on Parade - Part 3 (Trixya) - Tiffany

AN: Hi angels! Here’s part 3 of fools on parade, I’m so sorry it took so long but I essentially had to rewrite it to fit the story (and also I’m incredibly lazy oops). This is kinda a filler chapter but it’s quite necessary and it’s still super cute, plus we meet Brian’s roommates Ben (Trannika) and Kim. I really hope you all enjoy and I promise the next chapter won’t take so long 😊 - Tiff ❤️‍ (ps thanks again to Vixen for being both my soulmate and my enemy, love you a bit)

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George Washington x Reader: What Can You Do? Pt. 1

Fair warning: Not historically accurate whatsoever. Also, the prompt will come into play the next part. I just felt bad because I’ve been taking a long time with this one, so the next part will be out soon!! 

Being the daughter of King George III, things were complicated. With everything happening in the colonies, he was going crazy. First, he harassed all of the rebels. He tried to beat them down thinking that, eventually, they would just give up. 

Well, he gave up on that plan. Now, he’s sending his eldest daughter, (Y/n) Frederick, to the colonies as a sort of peace treaty. The smartest idea, really, now that the colonies were at war with Britain. 

But she went nonetheless. With one guard to keep her safe. As angry as she was that she had to leave the safety of her home and enter hostile territory, she was somewhat excited to see what had happened to those who had betrayed the king. She couldn’t deny that she was interested in the colonies. (Y/n) could never tell her father this. People had been jailed - or even killed - for less.

However, this journey was more violent than she had expected. The rebels soon found out that she was the King’s daughter and began to harass her. Men, women, and even children shouted obscene things at her and threw things. She had received death threats and could hardly leave her home without being punished by both the colonists and her guard.

“Miss, you cannot leave the house. You could die. That would benefit no one.” Her guard spoke one day.

“I took a walk in the garden. I never left the property.” She spoke calmly.


“At what point did I ask you to continue scolding me?” Her voice filled with spite, she smiled and walked into her study. Her white nightgown provided a harsh contrast to the dark room. Quickly lighting a candle, she took out a quill and parchment. She was going to get out.

Mr. Washington,

I have heard stories of your success even in my little corner of the colonies. I have no doubt that you have heard of me. I shall introduce myself, properly this time, so that there is no doubt of my identity.

I am (Y/n) Frederick. Daughter of King George WIlliam Frederick III. He has sent me to the colonies and I must confess that I fear for my life. I have but one guard to keep me safe, yet everywhere I go there is another threat on my life. What I am about to write may sound like a plan for sabotage, but I mean every word.

I wish to help in the war. I learned the basics of nursing and health while still at my home, and I believe that, with my skills, I could provide great amounts of help. I have but one condition for my help. Where I am, currently, I receive death threats daily. I need reassurance that no attempts will be made on my life.

I am also writing to tell you that I will be visiting the camp next Tuesday, the 14th, regardless of your answer on the previous topic. 

I look forward to meeting you.

(Y/n) Frederick

Blowing on the ink, she reached into her drawer to pull out the wax and the seal of the royal family.  “I should probably tell Carson that we’re going to see Mr. Washington.” She mumbled as she melted the wax. That guard is incapable of understanding, I wonder how he’ll take it.

As soon as the ink was dry, she folded the letter and stamped it, hid it in a drawer, and blew out her candle before she scampered off to her bed.

The next day, she passed the letter to one of the maids and she sent it off. Well, now I just have to tell Carson that we’re leaving the day after tomorrow for the camp…We’ll see how well that’ll go over.

As expected, he yelled and got frustrated before (Y/n) ordered him to take her. She was used to it, it happened every time she wanted to do anything. But Carson wouldn’t stop her. No one could. Once she set her mind to something, nothing could stop her. So, she spent the next day packing. If she was being honest, even if the general declined her request, she was staying.


“Honestly, Miss Frederick.” Carson sighed as she looked out of the carriage window excitedly. “I don’t understand why we have to go see the front lines.” They had been traveling for hours on end and they were finally reaching the camp. (Y/n) had dressed in a blue gown for the occasion. 

“It’s a little late to say that, isn’t it, Carson?” She smiled and turned back to the window, watching the hills go by.

“I’ve been saying it since you ‘requested’ that I take you out here.” He sighed and sat back in his chair.

“Tell him to stop the car.” She said suddenly.


“Just do it.” She grabbed the black hat that she had brought with her and prepared to opened the door as soon as the carriage stopped.

“Miss Frederick!” Carson cried.

“I’ll walk from here.” (Y/n) insisted, looking at the camp in the distance.

“Nonsense! Get back into this carriage this very instant!” His face had gone red with anger. “It is too far for us to walk-”

“For me to walk, Carson. You will not be joining me. And it is a perfectly reasonable distance for me to walk, thank you.” 

Smirking at the look of rage on Carson’s face, she set off. Her blue gown was dragging in the mud a bit, but she didn’t care. She was a woman on a mission.

Time Transcending

Ichabod Crane x Reader

Word Count: 1,521

Warnings: none 

Summary: What are you, Ichabod’s past lover from the 18th century, doing here in modern time Sleepy Hollow?  

A/N: A big thank you to @bovaria for helping me with this and looking it over for me when I finished and another thank you to both @elyshakate and @bovaria for continually encouraging me to do this :) Love you girls loads!! :* Feedback would be very helpful in deciding if I should do a part 2 or not!!

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Mystic Messenger - Bra situations

Okay this if funny idea I had of
“MC putting her Bra into her S/O bag without them knowing and then them discovering it….oh BOI



Jaehee was so busy sorting out Mr Hans Catsitting plans she didn’t even have the time to fully prepair for her presentation.
She reached in for her papers and a yellow material brushed her finger. Confused she frowned and picked it up.
Jaehee’s eyes went wide.
She swallowed and got out her phone dialing “MC” (who she already had on speed dial.)
You picked up, expecting her call.
“Hello…um…d-did you? Excuse me.” Jaehee stuttered regaining herself as she took the phone away from her ear for a second.
“MC did you put your bra in my bag.” She said clearly.
You couldn’t help but laugh on the other end.
“Did I? Sorry sweetie…it isn’t a problem is it?” You asked innocently.
“No…no it’s fine. Just as long as I can get my presentation done.” Jaehee smiled as she bought out her presentation…and the bra…
“Ah!” She yelped as it came out too.
Jaehee picked up the stapled papers that had fallen on the floor…but again…your bra came too.
“I don’t understand…” Jaehee said outloud. You were biting your tounge the other end. Trying to hold back your laughter.
Jaehee finally sussed it out and gave a loud sigh down the phone.
“MC did you stick your bra to my presentation.” Jaehee said seriously.
You burst out laughing on the phone! You were so evil!
“MC…” Jaehee sighed a small smile at hearing your laughter.
“Who’s brilliant idea was that.” She said sarcastically.
“Mine and Sevens-” you burst out laughing again.
“Halirious.” You herd her say sarcastically with a smile.
“Ah…it’s okay Jaehee, you can just pull it and it will come off.” You reassured her.
Jaehee rolled her eyes and kept the phone on her ear and shoulder as with both hands she held the bra and papers trying to pull them a part.
You subconsciously snorted of laughter as you herd her ragged breathing still trying to pull them apart.
“MC shutup.” She said playfully as you bit your lip on the other end.
Jaehee pulled again but did not suceed. Her smiles turned into worry as she pulled and pulled.
“I-I can’t get it off!” Jaehee panicked down the phone.
“What? It’s just glue? It should come off easily?” You said confused as you got more serious, worried for her.
“It’s not! It’s not coming off!” Jaehee panicked arms stretched pulling as hard as she could! without ripping the paper.


“I can’t! It won’t come off!” Jaehee gasped.
“Why not! It was only PVA glue! Not even sticky glue!?” You panicked for her.
Jaehee frowned and looked closely at the Attachment.
“MC you have got to be fucking kidding me!” Jaehee gasped.
“What!? Why whats the problem!” You sat up really concerned.
“You stapled it!” Jaehee said as loud as her voice could reach without being overheard.
You froze down the other end.
“-No? What! I didn’t staple it! I just glued it? Who…-”
“-Seven! Omg no!” You gasped down the phone.
“What do I do MC! The presentation is in 5 MINUTES!” She wailed.
You both had silence as you thought really hard.
“Can I cut it?” Jaehee said suddenly.
“Girl that’s Victoria secret! Do you have to!” You whined at her. You really loved that bra. It was her favourite colour as well.
“It won’t be a fucking secret if I can’t get it off!” Jaehee retorted back. Earning an unhelpful laughing fit from you.
“Oh sod you.” She laughed subconsciously down the phone.
After you finished laughing you had an idea.
“Jaehee?” You said quickly.
“Yes!?” She replied pulling at the papers again.
“You know that scarf I bought you for your birthday!” You exclaimed.
“Yes!?” Jaehee said eyeing her bag on the floor with the scarf half out.
“Could you wear it? And hide the bra underneath? That scarf is pretty thick and wide and even long!” You suggested.
“I don’t know!” Jaehee said getting on the floor grabbing the scarf quickly.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Jaehee’s froze.
“Ms Kang the clients are waiting for you now. Your due to meet them.” Jumins voice called out behind the door.


“Shit! I have to go! Ah fuck!” Jaehee swore dropping the phone. You herd her cursing and papers rummaging in the background.
“Good luck!” You called down the phone before hanging up for her.

~2 hours later~

Jaehee called, you picked up quickly.
“MC.” She said her voice was tired and stressed.
“That was THE most embarrassing thing. I have EVER DONE.” Jaehee said down the phone.
“I’m so proud of you.” You laughed hysterically down the phone.

Ahhhhhh that was a fun one haha!


Oh NO.

He’s sitting in the library and he goes to take out his game console. He picks up his console quickly in a rush to get on his game…when he realises what comes up too! As the material goes flying and lands onto the library beanbag…
Yoousungs eyes go so wide!
Is that?! He’s so scared! A BRA! The light green bra is just laying there on a beanbag!
he FREAKS TF OUT! And superman dives onto the beanbag and stuffs it back into his own bag.
Did anyone see!? He quickly looks around the quiet library. No one saw! Thank god!

And the worst part was…he couldn’t help but looking at it! In class! He just couldn’t stop thinking about it! And he kept opening his bag to see it!
Sometime he would open it and smile!

Other times he would open it and he would cry!

All in all it was a very emotional day.

YOOSUNG WENT STRAIGHT TO YOURS AFERWARDS…you weren’t home so he let himself in and hung your bra up all neatly on your hanger!



Hahahahahahaha….damn. Jumin.

He’s rummaging through his bag for some work files when he notices something purple and lacy at the bottom of his bag.
He assumes it’s a toy of Elizabeth’s but realises when he pulls it out…it is a matter of facts his girlfriend MC’s bra…
He calmly holds the underwear in his hand and sighs with a small little smirk on his delicate lips ;-)

*internal screaming*

Jumin holds it in his grasp and he can’t help but bring it up to his nose to smell your scent. This gains a bigger smirk from him, which turns into a smile.
Jumin reaches into his pocket and gets out his phone and dials his assistant.
“Assistant Kang.” Jumin beings when the phones connect.


“Yes. Mr Han?” Jaehee responded.
“Please come up to my office.” Jumin said putting the phone down on Jaehee.

Jaehee finally arrives coffee in hand, and a warming smile behind gritted teeth and tired eyes.
“Yes Mr Han.” She repeats closing the door behind her.
“MC has seemed to have left one of her valuables with me, can you please return it to her.”

Jaehee nearly jokes on her coffee!
“E-Excuse me! I didn’t know you’d have her bra Mr Han!” Jaehee exclaims face becoming more flustered.
“Please return it to her.” Jumin replied holding the Bra out for Jaehee to collect.
“Oh god your serious aren’t you?” Jahee exasperated under her breath while trying to avert her eyes.
“When am I not. Please return this to her.” Jumin repeated trying to hold back the guilty pleasure on his mind. But he kept a serious composed face.
Jaehee reluctantly took it. And stuffed it into her bag, face as red as a Tomato.
She delivered it to you herself later.

When Jumin finally returned from work you were calmly on the bed on your phone.
He didn’t call your name when he came in he just came straight into the bedroom.


“MC? Did Jaehee return your possession?” Jumin said sitting on the bed back to you…trying not to smile. As he undid his cuffs.
“Oh yes. She did thank you.” You said casually trying to hold back the devilish smirk on your lips.

“How did such a possession appear in my bag.” Jumin asked after a while of silence.
“Oh I put it there.” You replied as simply as if you were talking about borrowing a pen.
“Oh…I see.” Jumin said turning to face you.
You were both still hiding your smiles with serious faces.
“Did you like the possession I gave you?” You said continuing to scroll on your phone.
Jumin bought his hand up and took your phone from your hands. Before you could react he smashed his lips into yours.


“It was a very nice surprise.” He said breaking away and then kissing you on your forehead. You both smirked as he went to feed Elizabeth 3rd.

Yes…u can take that how you wish ;-)



Zen was just finishing up a meeting with his director before heading over for a meet and greet with his fans.

It was when he went to get out his script he noticed a white lacy bra. Your white lacy bra.
He stared at it in his disbelief while biting his lip.
He knew straight away this was one of MC’s jokes at him, to tease him at work. But he felt proud. He was proud to show he had your possession.
And he wanted to SHOW IT.

He picked it up and then placed it back in the bag, BUT HE LET THE BRA STRAP HANG OUT OF THE BAG!!!


He met his fans and he took pictures and answered interviews. But people DID NOTICE.
Girls were whispering
“OMG, is that a bra?”
“Did one of the fan girls throw it at him?”
“No way! Because he wouldn’t have it in his bag!”
“Is that his girlfriends bra!?”

Of course Zen was so focused on camera flashing he didn’t notice the rumours that much. And the odd rumour gave him a thrill.

The meet and greet finally ended and zen happily got dropped off back home.
He was so excited to see you, his love.

He entered and he put his bag down before wondering into your bedroom.
“MC? Are you home princess?” Zen called with a smile the object in hand.
You were in the bathroom but you came out lazily in his big tshirt.
Zens mind began to wonder…
Was she wearing a bra at all!?
“What have you got there?” You smiled up at him innocently.
“Well someone placed a bra in my bag this morning.” Zen smiled holding the white material up.
“Ohhhhh did they now? Must have been a pretty eager fan.” You giggled knowing it was yours anyway.
“Very eager.” He said taking you by the arms and giving your a passionate kiss as he smiled on your lips.
Meanwhile he held the bra up in his hands above you like mistletoe as you kissed.


Zen smelt of cologne.


“Zen? Can we just chill on the sofa today? Snuggle up with a movie of yours and have a lazy night?” You asked yawning as you put your hand over your mouth.
“Sounds perfect.” He smiled.

After pondering around you both sat down on your comfy sofa and snuggled into each other as he turned on the Tv and the news automatically switched on.

“And on later news Star Actor Hyun Ryu commonly known as Zen. Was seen carrying a certain possession of his presumed girlfriends.”
A picture of Zens bag and half your bra falling out was put on screen.


You shot an angry look at Zen. His face just read. GUILT.

“The material was seen flying around at Zens meet and greet today. Here is what his fans said on the Matt-

You turned the Tv off.

“ZEN!!!!!!!” You shouted at the man beside you.

“MC I can explain!” Zen jumped up


Let’s just say he was in the doghouse…and slept on the sofa that night.



Saeran and his brother didn’t work so there was no bag to put the bra in. So instead when Saeran was sleeping you placed it CAREFULLY in his hand.


The next morning Saeran woke after a good sleep and he went to rub his eyes. But when his hand had reached his face he realised he had something in his hand. And something was CUPPING his face.

And it landed on the end of his bed.
He just stared at it for a few minutes…blinking and confused. This was not how he wanted to wake up!

He frowned and picked it up. It smelt like MC’s perfume. Ugh.
How the hell had it ended up in his bed!
They hadn’t? NO. NO WAY.

Saeran angry and confused picked up the bra, walked out of his room and knocked on your door with his fist.
“MC!?” He called tiredly.
“Uh huh, Come in.” You replied sweetly already up and dressed.
Saeran stepped in a closed the door.
“Where’s seven?” He gulped not planning out the conversation first.
“Gone to the shops?” You replied.
“Oh…right.” He said shuffling his feet.
“…Couldn’t you just have phoned him yourself?” You half laughed confused at the boy.
“That’s not why I came in.” Saeran sighed rolling his eyes and walking up to you.
“W-What. What was this! Doing in my bed!” He finally snapped holding up the pink bra.
You started to laugh and had to put your hand over your mouth. He was so serious.
He frowned, intimidated by your laughter.
You finally calmed down and replied.
“I thought it might be a nice surprise to wake up too.” You smiled up innocently.
“Oh…So…we didn’t?” Saeran began before you burst out laughing again.
“No! No! Saeran we didn’t! It was a joke!” You snorted laughter taking over. But then you saw his hurt face and you coughed to reply to him more seriously.
“Sorry I didn’t know it would scare you so much, I wouldn’t have done it if I knew it would be like this.” you sympathised feeling bad.
“It’s okay…well at least we didn’t do…anything” Saeran coughed running his hands through his fringe awkwardly.
“You didn’t touch me at all.” You reassured him smiling as you contained your laughter.
“Um..good.” He nodded awkwardly standing there…
…until he nodded again and begun to walk out.
“But that doesn’t mean someone else didn’t.” You replied smirking.
He froze at the door.
“W-What!?…you mean?…Y-You and Saeyoung!” He freaked out turning back to face you.
“You wouldn’t know though.Your a REALLY heavy sleeper.” You whispered with your hand.
He immediately slammed the door on you and you burst out laughing again.
As he shook his head back and forth as he walked downstairs. Many MANY disturbing thoughts and unpleasant imagery of his brother and you in his mind.


(will probably use both names in this.)


Again he didn’t work either. He just did the odd job on coding for a bit of extra money.
You hadn’t fed seven breakfast that morning so he would be hungry. So you waited patiently behind the sofa as you waited for his appetite. It came and he got up and wondered into the kitchen.

You ran to his desk and took off your bra through your t-shirt


You planned to show the trick to seven later ;-)
And you put it on his computer screen.
You quickly dashed into your bedroom and waited…and waited..
No sign of him.

Until you herd music in the corridor you were confused until suddenly it got louder AND YOUR DOOR SLAMMED OPEN WITH SEVEN!

“IM SEXY AND I KNOW IT” He threw his t-shirt off and screamed! He had the bra on underneath and he started to dance and jerk his hips up and down.
You fucking lost it! And you couldn’t stop laughing!
“Babe!” You laughed at him as he danced even more to it.
Well as a wise man once said
If you can’t beat em, JOIN EM!

The song played and you both sang!

You: Girl look at that body!~
Saeyoung: Girl look at that body!~
You: Girl look at that body!~
Saeyoung: I work out~
*kisses his imaginary muscles*
You: Girl look at that body!~
Saeyoung: Girl look at that body!~
You: Girl look at that body!~

You both burst out laughing and continued dancing THE WHOLE SONG! Shaking your hips! Throwing up your arms! Twerking! Jumping on the bed. Both of you dancing like teenagers!

What you didn’t know however was Saeran had passed by the door…
And backed up and stood there eyes wide! As he witnessed his brother and you both twerking and dancing on top of the bed in your bra’s.
He closed his eyes shook his head and quickly walked away.


The song finally ended and you were both a bundle of laughs as Seven rugby tackled you onto the bed and you ended up having a tickling fight in your underwear! Until he accidentally kneed you in the boob…
Let’s just say you won that tickle fight…

You finished off your giggles and both laid on the bed out of breath and both in your bra’s.
“You never cease to amaze me Saeyoung.” You giggled turning around to poke his boobless bra.
“Hey!” He laughed putting his hand up to poke YOURS… until he remembered his mistake in the tickle fight before and saved himself by moving his hand to poke your cheek instead.


You both laughed.
“Seven?” You asked turning to face him more.
“Yes oh bra one?” Seven replied mischievously.
You smiled and ignored the name.
“I put the bra on the computer screen about half an hour ago? Why did it take you so long to come in here and perform your…whatever that was!” You laughed again.
“Err well…bra’s are a bitch to put on.” He whispered into your ear, loudly.
You laughed loudly and nodded.
“Yeah they really are!” You whispered back louder into his ear as you both started giggling like teenagers on the bed.
“Seven!” You whispered into his again.
“Yeah!” He whispered back into your ear laughing.
“Would you like me to teach you how to put on a bra?” You whispered into his ear poking his bra again.
“Fuck that! I wanna know how to get bra’s off!” He said loudly into your ear. You burst out laughing!
“Seven!” You laughed as your reached your hand behind you. You smiled and leant your face close to his. He thought he was getting kissed but instead he got a pillow! You hit him round the face with the pillow behind you.
“Owww! haha!” Saeyoung laughed rubbing his face as you collapsed into his chest in laughter on the bed. Having a giggling fit.
“I guess I deserved that.” He laughed putting his arms round you and holding you tighter
“Yeah you did.” You smiled giggling into his warm bra chest. You felt your ear touch his cold cross necklace but you didn’t care.
“Oi!” He said ruffling your hair as you laughed into him more.
You laid like that for a while. With a smile plastered on both of your happy faces.
“MC?” Seven said breaking the silence as he rubbed your bare back.
“Mmm?” You responded on his chest.
“Do you have any more bra’s?” Saeyoung asked.
“Why?…yes I do.” You laughed sitting up confused.
“Good.” He smiled springing up and opening your wardrobe.
You turned your head on the side confused. You couldn’t see what he was doing as he had your back to you and you yawned as you waited.
Until he turned around and on his eyes was your other bra.
“Saeyoung omg!” You burst out laughing again!
“ET PHONE HOME!” He acted out acting like an alien.
“Oh ET I will help you! But where is your home!?” You played along.
“My home is right here.” He smiled leaning across the bed to kiss you delicately on the lips.
“Well you haven’t been paying fucking rent!” You retorted back making him laugh.
“What do you think I’m running here a bloody hotel!?” You continued as he cheekily kissed you again.
But you were pretty sure he kissed you to mostly shut you up…which you were okay with.
“Is there a hotel in space? Or a venue?” You asked when he pulled away.
“I think so why do you ask human?” Seven laughed propping up his nerdy striped glasses.
“Because there’s this alien I want to marry in a space station.” You giggled putting your arms around him and kissing him passionately.
“You want to marry ET!?” Saeyoung gasped out of the kiss.
You hit him on the head playfully.
“At least he might pay fucking rent.” You laughed causing you both to have another laughing fit!

Suddenly Sevens phone rang and you frowned as you kissed him one more time on the lips before he got up.
“Vanderwood? Yes! Yes! I’m doing it right now! …what do you mean I’m not! You can’t see me! Webcam? Fuck! I mean! I’m just getting a drink! No I’m not with MC why would you think that!?” Saeyoung lied down the phone.
You started giggling at his lies as you wrapped your arms around his waist.
“Giggling? No that’s not her! That’s my brother! He dropped the soda! He does not sound like a girl!” Seven exclaimed.
You giggled louder subconsciously and he was trying not to laugh too.
“I am not with MC! …fine I am with MC! Can’t a man have a social life!?” Seven wailed down the phone as you kissed his bare chest.
“Alright miss MUM! I’m coming I’m coming!” Seven groaned down the phone. He put the phone on the bed and turned to you.
“I have to go I’m sorry babe.” Seven sighed kissing your cheek.
“I know, good luck with work.” You kissed him putting your hand on his bare ribs as he flinched.
“Here’s your t-tshirt!” You reminded him picking it up from the floor.
“Ah! Yes thank you!” He laughed kissing you on the lips.
You both blushed and you started laughing again.
Seven reluctantly picked up the phone, he went to speak again but decided not to loose anymore pride and hung up.
He put on his t-shirt and kissed you one more time before going down stairs.

He finally arrived at his computer and skyped Vanderwood.
“So the code we have been looking for is…hold on it’s here-
"Saeyoung when did you have a sex change!?” Vanderwood frowned on the other side of the screen.
“Huh? What do you mean you nutter!?” Seven laughed shaking his head. He was confused.
Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder and saw his brother in the screen.
“What is it brother, im a bit busy at the moment Saeran, ask MC if you need something.” Seven began to his younger brother.
“Saeyoung…you still have MC’s fucking bra on.” Saeran said outloud, patting him on the back before walking away…to deal with Vanderwood…

As Saeran and you high fived in the hallway in a fit of laughter.

YAY IVE DONE! THAT SO FUN! I hope you enjoyed! I hope someone fucking sees this it took me ALL DAY to write! But it was super fun! And hope you found it funny as well! I hope to do more in the future!
Byeeeeeee from admin Megan!

You All Deserve Each Other


summary: Dan Howell is the errand boy for the popular girls at Uni. he has to carry shopping, order drinks and even ask out guys for them. One fateful day at Starbucks, however, the guy they want Dan to ask out for them… is his boyfriend. 

if you think you may have already come across this story, well sort of. I changed the plot a bit but I still got permission! Don’t sue me! 

Link: A Breath Of Fresh Air by Ink-Stained-Tea


Here we go!

Phan status – together

Warnings – swearing

If you asked Dan Howell what he currently thought about school, he’d probably just swear at you.

For one, he didn’t even want to be a lawyer, so why the fuck was he taking law?

He was also the errand boy for the popular bitches.

Shopping? He was carrying the bags

Coffee? He was ordering, picking up, and generally doing anything besides having coffee

Cute guy? Dan had to ask him out for the girls

Lunch line? He was queueing

Lines in general? He was queueing

Test? He took the notes

You get the general idea.

The one thing Dan did like about going to this Uni, was that it was he was closer to where his boyfriend, Phil lived.

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anonymous asked:

GREAT GREAT writer you are i love you so so much <3 can you write something cute about the love circle in bts? (hoseok->jimin->jungkook->taehyung->hoseok) i'm curious how would you put it ^^

Hoseok likes Jimin.

He makes it his mission to be Jimin’s shoulder to lean on during all 365 days of the year, whether the younger is feeling happy, angry, or sad.

Hoseok puts the magazine he’s reading down on the dinner table and stands up from his chair to approach the younger.

“What’s wrong?” He asks as Jimin hugs him.

It doesn’t take too long before Hoseok feels his shirt getting wet with the younger’s tears.

What hurts Hoseok about the current sight is that Jimin is trying so hard to keep steady his breathing and is trying to keep calm to the last second.

“Jungkook doesn’t feel the same way,” Jimin mumbles. “We talked for a couple of hours about our feelings, and it just ended with rejection.”

Hoseok ignores the sudden weight in his heart.

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RFA members (excluded V)and Unknowns reaction when they watch BTSs latest MV with you

(This is actually my first attempt to write a headcanon/reaction lol. I like both of them very much and would like to write something about them. I am very sorry that I wrote very less for some characters I still love them a lot despite they are short QAQ My English is not very good so please bear with me. Ohh and also there might be OOC, you can point it out since I really, really bad at understanding ones personality and character well. Thank you @littleluciel for encouraging me to write although she doesnt know whose ask was she replying hahahaha (Ermm I only sent an ask anonymously haha anyways LET’S BE FRIEND!) Enough with all the talk, so here you go hope you enjoy it, DRUM ROLL PLEASE)


  • Probably never pay attention to Kpop before in his entire life
  • Was wondering why were you still sitting in front of the laptop late night and you told him you are waiting for your idols’ MV to be released
  • Since he finished his work, so he just sat there and watched the video with you
  • He was curious about how your idols actually look like
  • You were the only one fangirl-ing and he just watched it
  • Emotionless-ly
  • This is what commoners nowadays watch. I see.
  • Impressed by the background and settings in the MV
  • We should have go there to take our wedding photos.

  • After knowing that they are very well-known, he were considering to hire them to be the models for his company’s projects
  • Maybe as well as models for his cat projects
  • Asked you to point out who do you like the most in BTS
  • Of course it is Jumin!

  • Actually you were going to say Jimin but then damn tongue pronounced it as Jumin instead
  • You ended up not getting enough sleep that night for you-know-I-know reason
  • Few days later, you found all the four new albums that BTS released are on your table
  • And you know it very well who bought them for you


  • Since you accompany her to watch Zen’s musical drama all the time, it is her turn to watch BTS’s latest music video with you
  • Insisted that Zen is her only love when you tell her that she might like this male group
  • Well see
  • Was very calm before the MV started
  • Everything went wrong when the MV started
  • Jaehee’s brain was like
  • After the MV ended, you were going to ask about how does she think about the MV, only to see her in a stunned mode
  • A few moment later she was like
  • “…Wow. That was fantastic.”
  • The moment you know that you have pulled her into the hell you have found another potential ARMY
  • Talked about every single part of the MV with you
  • Somehow imagining how Zen will look like if he performs for this song
  • Nosebleed-ed mentally
  • You suggested to play other MVs for her as others are just as nice as this
  • She agreed
  • In the end you guys spent all night in watching all the BTS’s MV and listening to their songs
  • At 3A.M. finally she realized about the time and so you guys ended up sleep late


  • Didn’t know that you are an ARMY
  • Until he happened to look into your playlist and it screamed
  • Jagiya why cant I find my musical dramas in your phone? T-T
  • Watched “Blood, Sweat and Tears”with you at midnight
  • Found out that their choreographic were amazing
  • Woah that movement that orange-haired guy totally nailed it!
  • Got a little bit jealous of them since you love them so much but eventually got over of it because
  • He also has fans with boyfriends who also love him a lot what to do it is so SINFUL to have such a flawless face
  • As long as you are with him he is fine with you to fangirl over them but still feel a little bit uncomfortable
  • Despite acknowledged the fact that BTS members looks hot and handsome, he still insisted that he is the most handsome guy in the world
  • He accompanied you to rewatch the MV for an hour before forcing you to go to bed cuz
  • He actually downloaded the song on his phone
  • And hum it without realizing
  • One day, he brought you to his practice room and showed you his dance
  • The moment he turned on the radio it played that song you are too familiar with
  • As he sang and danced with the song
  • After that, when he saw you stunned for a moment before running towards him and hugged him, seeing your eyes sparkled, he knew that it is worth it to practice for that song
  • Secretly downloaded his musical drama videos on your phone



  • He is more a Kpop fan than you FIGHT ME
  • He was the one who told you about the time your favourite male group BTS going to release their latest MV
  • Soooooooooo at 23.55, you guys sat in front of the computer, waiting patiently
  • Okay forget about the word “patiently” cuz you were kept on refreshing the page until the video was uploaded
  • Woah-ed thoughout the entire video
  • Screamed your bias’s name when he appeared on the screen
  • Laughed at the lyrics of J-hope rap at the chorus part
  • Squealed with you when they were doing sexy dances
  • Awwwwwwww Rap monster is so sexy~
  • …Saeyoung, that is Jungkook for gods sake.
  • He remembers the name but can’t recognize their faces tho except your bias
  • Keep repeating the MONEY MONEY part after watching the video
  • Actually figured out the theories behind the MV and explained to you
  • You uploaded the theories on social medias like Tumblr etc and got a bunch of likes and loves lol
  • Did the Taeyoung covered Jins eyes with both hands part with you by covering your eyes from behind
  • Stop covering your eyes a moment later as he went and stood in front of you, I mean, few distance away from you, opened his arms
  • What?
  • You may come and kiss me now.
  • Why?
  • My name was Luciel, so that makes me the fallen angel. According to the MV, you should come and kiss me after I covered your eyes
  • He showed you that “I want a kiss” face
  • You laughed
  • But still you went and gave him a gentle kiss but he made it into deep kiss as he embraced you


  • This poor kiddo knows nothing about Kpop
  • He didn’t even get to go outside for so many years all he did was suffering from his mother’s abuse or busy hacking RFA security system what do you expect
  • So when you asked him to accompany you to watch BTS’s MV since they were having a comeback he was like
  • Wth is comeback where are they coming back from but first who tf are they
  • It took you time to explain all those Kpop stuff to him but you were kinda happy
  • He looked puzzled but he was trying to understand what is it about
  • When you guys started watching it he became a kiddo
  • When I said kiddo, I mean it as in kid who is so curious about everything and asks tons of questions
  • What are they doing
  • Why are there so many statues
  • Why is the swing indoor I thought it should be placed outdoor
  • Why are they covering that persons eyes with their hands
  • Why is the song called Blood Sweat & Tears when the video doesnt even related to it
  • WHY
  • After you explained everything he needed to know, he rewatch-ed the whole video once again
  • Finally you can watch the video in peace since he didn’t even ask a single question this time
  • When you asked for his opinion he stared at you for a while
  • Before giving you that face
  • I dont like the video. It sucks
  • Dont mind me my heartu just died
  • He only realized that his word hurts you after he saw your expression
  • He panicked mentally
  • “Shit shit shit Choi Saeran look what have you done again”
  • He tried to make you feel better
  • Ehhmmm…I mean, it wasnt that suck, it is still…okay
  • In the end he ended up giving in as he hug you while he sighed and claimed that as long as you love it he is okay with it
  • But still he asked you to shut up when you kept playing the exactly same song for hours
  • Few days later you found out he just being a tsundere actually he liked it VERY MUCH he even rewatched it when you were not at home


  • Fanboy detected
  • A girl group fan and also secretly also a boy group fan but he never admits it
  • You studied with him until late night and then you went to watch “Blood Sweat & Tears”
  • And revealed his fanboy side
  • Woahhhhhh Taehyung is wearing blue eye contacts!
  • Jimin, sexy as usual.
  • He refused to call Taehyung by his stage name V because it kind of reminds him of someone he doesn’t want to remember
  • Keep on questioning the MV (He knows what is happening but he doesn’t understand the meaning behind it)
  • Like
  • I think there must be something about the photo what is that photo about MC
  • Gasped when Jin kissed the statue
  • Screamed when the fallen angel Taehyung revealed himself
  • Claimed that he couldn’t see statues and Greek myth the same way as before anymore
  • Somehow calmed down after watching it for the first time
  • Seeing you fangirling over those boys made him a little bit unpleasant
  • My girl should always look at me and only me
  • Asked you a silly questions when you were busy fangirling over how hot are they
  • MC.
  • Yeah?
  • Who do you like the most?
  • Ohh wait
  • Ehmmm, of course the one I love the most is you, Yoosung. You are my boyfriend~ Tried to act cute and innocent
  • Yoosung looked at you with a hurt face, and you knew that you were doomed
  • Ohh, I see. I wasnt that important to you compared to the Jeon Jungkook out there. Since he is more handsome and more talented than me.
  •  No, no, no. I can explain, Yoosung T^T
  •  In the end, he forgave you lol but he still made you do something for him

  • Kissed him many times until he satisfied
  • Stared at him for ten minutes before going to sleep

  • You wasn’t getting enough sleep for three days due to some reasons
  •  Apparently you stopped watching anything about BTS for one week