this will make you dizzy if you keep staring at it lol

LUCID DREAMING: HOW TO

SO LUCID DREAMING!!  

Some people asked because of my TONGUE IN CHEEK POST about it the other night, well!!! all it is, is being consciously aware that you’re dreaming. You can kinda train your brain to do it and it’s fukken awesome ok!  I learned from a bunch of books I got out from the library one summer back in high school and I have kept up all the habits since then until shit got weird but we don’t talk about that

sometimes you get to a point where you can control your dream and force yourself to dream about a certain thing . either way it’s really damn neat to just have conscious awareness while you’re asleep and if nothing else, it’s something fun to do that doesn’t cost anything.

I got into it a few years before Inception came out, if you can believe it. So when that movie came out talking about the same ideas my mind was  blown 

First things first:

1) DREAM RECALL:

This is your ability to actually remember your dreams. Because imagine, even if you end up having a lucid dream,  what’s the point if you completely forget it as soon as you’re awake? Some people think they don’t dream anymore but it isn’t true, everyone dreams. Some people just don’t remember.

So Write down  all your dreams, anything that you can remember as soon as you wake up.

I just text it to myself first thing in the morning and usually they’re super disjointed and barely readable but it’s just enough to have me remember them again. even if you can only remember little snippets, the more you do this the better you can get at remembering.

2) DREAM CUES

Dream cues are these little things that make you realize you’re asleep because they differ between reality and your dreams. They’re kind of like triggers that will make you realize you’re dreaming. The idea is to check in on these cues even when you’re awake, so that when it becomes a habit in real life, it will become a habit when you’re asleep.

It’s also a good way to check if you’re actually awake because sometimes dreams are super realistic. I’ve had a lot of dreams where I woke up in my bed, then did the reality check only to figure out I was dreaming.

Different people have different ones but there’s some common ones:

-mirrors: In real life you look like yourself. in a dream you’ll look like a really distorted version of yourself or like a completely different person. I don’t recommend this one because what you see in the mirror might freak you out into just waking up lol

-counting your fingers and seeing more or less than the amount of fingers you have

-electronics that don’t work

-text that changes when you read it, look away and then read it again

-dim lights [i hate light dimmers for this reason eugh]

-loose teeth

My personal ones are the and fingers and the changing text! So in real life, I count my fingers, and read some text, look away and read it again to see if it changes.

If I have more than 5 fingers, I realize I’m asleep and that’s where the lucid part starts.

Personally for me, all of these have served as dream cues, but these two are the ones that i literally check on. Another big one for me is if my teeth are loose, it’s an automatic cue for knowing I’m asleep.

INDUCING A LUCID DREAM

So you made a habit out of checking in on your dream cues and writing down your dreams. Now how do you actually do this thing….

There are some REALLY SPECIFIC METHODS To inducing a lucid dream . Some people practice one method that brings you from wakefulness directly into a dream, with NO LOSS OF CONSCIOUSNESS. I find this a little rarer but it’s definitely happened to me

Others have the method where you fall asleep as usual, end up in a dream, and then your consciousness wakes up while you’re in the dream. This is more common I think.

my sleep science might be off but this is it as I’ve understood it.

so the general method is to go to bed super early. like 9pm. And set your alarm for Stupid O Clock. I am talking some ungodly hour that you will never be up, like 4:30.

Reason being: You will literally never go to sleep and immedeitly start dreaming. You have to have been asleep for a few hours, having gotten a few sleep cycles in. The longer you sleep, the deeper your sleep cycles run and the more restful sleep you’ll have as the night goes on. It’s only in the later sleep cycles that you start to dream.

This is the reason you’re groggy in the morning [you were just in the middle of your deepest sleep cycle] but not groggy at all if you wake up at like 12

So the goal is to wake up right before you’re gonna go into a deep sleep cycle.

Stay awake for a few minutes, go to the bathroom or something, read some stuff on lucid dreaming on your phone… You want to wake up your brain so that your mind is conscious and running even though you’re dead tired.

Now you can go back to sleep, and the conditions are pretty much met for having a lucid dream.

SO GENERALLY NOW, it’s really likely that you’re gonna have a regular dream.

But if you’ve been making a habit out of doing your dream cues/reality checks while you’re awake, at some point you’re gonna do it while you’re asleep.

stuff from the waking world carries over into dreamtown. it’s the same reason you’ll have super realistic dreams about your job or people you know.

IT’S ACTUALLY SUPER COOL When you do your dream-cues and you see different results from real life. Like I’ll count my fingers and realize there’s 6 of them and be like Ohhh shit! I’m asleep! Time to go wild.

Usually I just fly around like a motherfucker but it’s so cool to be your exact same self who is able to think about your family/friends/homework/life/memes except you’re flying

CONTROLLING THE DREAM

OK SO NOW THAT YOU’RE AWAKE while dreaming, you can  try controlling your dream. This is a bit harder to explain but in my opinion it’s as easy as focusing/dwelling on what you want to do..kind of like repeating a mantra mentally.

Like lets say you’re dreaming and you come across a house. As you’re walking towards it, tell yourself “Captain Kirk is in this house and we’re gonna have the time of our damn life.” TELL YOURSELF WITH CONVICTION! BELIEVE IT! CAPTAIN KIRK IS IN THE HOUSE! OVER AND OVER!

also try practising controlling on little things first. Like point to the sky and say “brighter” or “more purple” or “bluer” or think “I want it to be night time instead" and it SHOULD change.

STAYING IN THE DREAM

There’s 2 tricks I know of that will keep you in a dream for longer when you feel like you’re about to wake up and you don’t want to.

One is spinning: If you feel yourself waking up, try spinning around on the spot till you’re dizzy. Things will blur around you and then they will clear up and get super sharp! Especially spinning while crouching. I have no idea why this works, but it does and others have said the same thing.

The other is, when you feel like things are getting blurry, focus on ONE spot in the dream. I usually crouch and like, stare at the details and texture of the road really really close up. For some reason, pinpointing your focus on one little thing will refocus the dream.

finally,

READ UP!!

Honestly the more you read about lucid dreaming, the more likely you are to have one for yourself..Even by reading this you’re more likely to have one. It’s weird, but it works. When I would regularly read books on the topic they’d say the same thing and it was true. It’s kind of like, the fact that you’re aware that it can happen makes it likely to happen..

SO YEAH, before you go to sleep or when you wake up at 4 in the morning, google it, see what others have to say. Get your brain in gear for it. there’s lots of posts online that will probably talk about the same stuff that I have here but this is my legit personal experience with it and stuff over the years.

IN SHORT

  • DO YOUR DREAM CUES/REALITY CHECKS
  • WRITE DOWN YOUR DREAMS
  • SET YOUR ALARM FOR A REALLY DUMB TIME!!
  • HAPPY DREAMING
100 MORE Reasons to Love Choi Seungcheol
  1. such a fanboy for kdramas and watched Goblin with Mingyu
  2. reenacted one of the goblin scenes with Mingyu and got really embarrassed
  3. when he gave BTS’s Taehyung a gigantic hug during MAMA 2017
  4. His ‘biorhythm’ part
  5. Whenever he says ‘S.coups’ in the Seventeen songs like in Crazy in Love
  6. When he came out of nowhere in boomboom mv to sing that tiny part after Joshua and basically shook the whole fandom
  7. When Seungcheol switched lunches with Wonwoo who’s allergic to seafood, and despite the lunch being spicy which he doesn’t like, he still ate it
  8. when he reassured Hansol about going on SMTM4
  9. wants four kids in the future, three boys and one girl
  10. ‘I’m in charge of 12 kids right now, you think I can’t handle four’
  11. when he’s such a huge dork with filters #filterking
  12. when Seungcheol does the thing where he falls into Jeonghan or Joshua’s arms after he does something highly embarrassing
  13. WHEN SEUNGCHEOL WAS ONE OF THE MC’S FOR DREAM CONCERT AND EVERYONE SITTING DOWN TURNED THEIR HEADS AT HIM BECAUSE HE LOOKED SO GOOD
  14. Excited Seungcheol reuniting with the rest of Seventeen at the Dream Concert
  15. Seungcheol thought it would be funny for the members to choose one person to take the penalty and everyone chose him and his facial expression was just full of regret
  16. those pictures of Seungcheol where he’s in japan, and he’s wearing a pink button up and jeans and it looks like he’s waiting for someone and it’s basically boyfriend looks because we all know he’s waiting for you
  17. Seungcheol eats really cutely, it’s just really cute to see him with his cheeks stuffed with food
  18. When Seungcheol said ‘baby’
  19. When he spent 10 seconds trying to open a door only to realize the door next to it was the door to use
  20. Seungcheol really can’t do amusement park rides
  21. Did you see him on my friend’s hometown, he got dizzy after a carousel
  22. His 17 project teaser
  23. That part in the Mansae mv where the girl turns around and is faced with a smiling Seungcheol
  24. Beagle King
  25. When he was dancing along to Pristin’s WeeWoo
  26. When he did the little hand dances with Ailee at Korean Cable TV
  27. Predebut Seungcheol laughing and pointing at Chan after Chan loses the ball came, and even reenacts how Chan looked
  28. said because he was the youngest at home, he did lots of aegyo to his parents
  29. His basketball skills
  30. he was street casted the day he was escaping playing soccer with his friend (lol same)
  31. Prebut Seungcheol doing as the MC said and being cute but the MC calling it ‘dirty’ and Seungcheol laughing
  32. Predebut Seungcheol forcing Wonwoo to accompany him in having to do whatever the MC tells them to do
  33. Predebut Seungcheol torturing Seungkwan after Seungkwan accidentally kicked him in his privates
  34. He’s ticklish
  35. When he danced to Talk Dirty
  36. When Seungcheol and Seokmin switched parts in Adore U and so Seungcheol was the one being lifted during the ‘you are my angel’ part
  37. 2013, in the month of October, Seungcheol announced he and Jihoon were getting married
  38. When Seungcheol jumped into the ground because he thought the others would catch him
  39. Seungcheol hurting the fandom by singing in Don’t Wanna Cry
  40. He did the Oppaya song at a fanmeet and was really embarrassed at the end of it
  41. the time he put two chips in his mouth to make it look like a duck mouth
  42. When a little boy attended a fansign, Seungcheol couldn’t keep his eyes off of the boy and was just staring at him with heart eyes when he was with Seungkwan
  43. He does this thing sometimes during concerts where when he’s dancing, he’ll puff out his cheeks and make it seem like his dancing is nonchalant when he’s doing body rolls or hip movements like BOY you know what you’re doing
  44. Confirmed that he is, indeed the dad of Seventeen
  45. When choosing between a bad girl or a good girl, Seungcheol chose bad girl because at least she’d be warmer to him than others
  46. Everyone knows the gif of him falling after a stage firework went off in front of him
  47. During concerts Seungcheol always bends down to the fans to be really close to their phone
  48. When he wears turtleneck and basically looks all fluffy and soft
  49. That time he got scared of a bug
  50. When he wore the blue Taekwondo uniform during a fanmeet
  51. Seungcheol going through the fansign line as if he was a fan and continuously saying he was a Woozi stan
  52. Predebut Seungcheol who used his taekwondo skills and took Mingyu down
  53. When Seungcheol took down BTS’s Jungkook
  54. That one gif where Seungcheol’s hair is black and it’s parted, and he’s wearing a black button up with black pants with a black belt, and he’s dancing, and he’s basically rubbing his hand down his chest before he grabs his belt buckle
  55. That time he put on a cop hat and had a fake gun and pointed it at the camera and basically shot all of the fan’s hearts
  56. Seungcheol imitating one of Monsta X’s member’s parts while they all screamed ‘S.coups’ as he approached
  57. For his birthday in 2015, posted a video of the boys basically bowing to him like he was the boss
  58. For his birthday in 2017, posted a pic of the boys basically sitting beside him as his workers and him obviously the boss
  59. Even though he doesn’t prefer chocolate, he still ate the chocolate cake that the boys got him
  60. That time Seungcheol had Jihoon sit on his lap
  61. Said he’d date himself if he was a girl
  62. All of his covers with Jihoon. Good Morning, Guilty, You Look Good, Officially Missing You
  63. His cover of Merry Go Round with Seungkwan
  64. The multiple times Seungcheol played with the cameras on 17tv
  65. When he introduced himself as ‘Cheol’
  66. Credits himself with putting the members in a straight line when walking
  67. Tried to say schedule but kept messing up and saying sketch
  68. When Seungcheol was compared to a camel and then Seungcheol imitated the face of a camel
  69. When Seungcheol put on red lipstick and gave a big kiss to Mingyu
  70. That time he was doing aegyo and he was shooting finger guns while clicking his tongue and then he got annoyed because he wasn’t getting any reactions from the boys
  71. He dabs, like 500 times. I wouldn’t even be surprised if he dabs every five minutes. He’s almost as bad as Mingyu
  72. He forgets the choreography a lot when on stage. Messed up on Very Nice so bad that he had to reenact it
  73. Confused dad that took too long to try and straighten the camera and try to find the right angle while his kids desperately try to instruct him while in the back
  74. The Star Show 360 where they parodied a bunch of scenes from movies and Seungcheol was basically a really hot bad boy
  75. During 17tv speed Q&A, when Seungkwan asked, ‘who are you going to watch the fireworks with’ and Seungcheol looks straight into the camera and says ‘You’ 
  76. When Seungcheol did Burning Karaoke with Seungkwan and Seokmin, and by the end of it, he’s just screaming
  77. When Seungcheol does little pep talks while they are all doing the thing where they create a circle and grab each other’s thumbs
  78. The time Seungcheol played with a little boy in the sand
  79. When he arm wrestled a crew member but he got intimidated by all the crew’s padding so he jokingly asked if they could take it all off
  80. He cut all the bait for the boys so they could fish
  81. His cute little finger hearts that he’s shooting everywhere and every chance he gets
  82. When he wears fake glasses and basically looks boyfriend aesthetics
  83. When he wears sleeveless shirts and has all the Carats falling to their knees
  84. Whenever he licks his lips is basically when every Carat is a Seungcheol stan
  85. Check In aesthetics
  86. Honestly who doesn’t love Choi Seungcheol in suspenders
  87. Those times when he jumps on another member’s back and just has them carry them even though the member is probably suffering
  88. WHEN SEUNGCHEOL DRESSED AS A VAMPIRE AND RUINED EVERYONE
  89. The Seungcheol focus of him performing their cover of Super Junior’s U
  90. WHEN SEUNGCHEOL BIT HIS LIP IN THE COVER OF U
  91. Honestly any Seungcheol focus is bound to catch you
  92. He literally lets the boys tease him so much
  93. He cried during the Shining Diamond concert in Japan when the members brought out a cake for his birthday
  94. When hip hop team covered vocal team’s ‘Don’t Listen in Secret’ and Seungcheol snatched everyone by going all out with his voice
  95. SMA 2017 was Seungcheol’s era
  96. Seungcheol cutely cringing whenever someone does aegyo
  97. Instead of talking about his own rap style, he spent his answer complimenting and admiring Wonwoo’s style
  98. When he sang in the all 13 member version of 20 and once again snatched everyone
  99. Predebut Seungcheol being a backup dancer for After School and was such a cutie
  100. ‘Carats are not in a one sided love, you’re not in a one sided love, we’ll repay you until you feel it’

This is probably obvious now, but I love high school themes LOL. So hope you like this^^

RFA and MC meeting in high school/college before RFA

Zen

  • He was determined, this was going to be his last day in school
  • What was the point? It’s not like he was going to college and getting a job at an office like… like his brother… ugh…
  • And since it was last day, he wouldn’t give any fucks and hide in the library to get some eye shut
  • Zen grabbed some books and piled them to use as support for his head.
  •  But his nap got disturbed by someone tapping his shoulder. Ugh… if this was a teacher, he would yell, no fucks given, this is his last day anyway…
  • Oh no… it’s a girl… and a very cute one, by the way.
  • “Excuse me, uhm… sorry to interrupt you, but uhm… are you going to read this book?” you pointed “There aren’t other copies of it, and… since you’re not really reading it…”
  •  “Oh… yeah, sure! Here!” he snapped out of his sleepy state to take a better look at you, how come he never saw you around? “Do we know each other?” he asked knowing it would sound like he was hitting on you. So what if he was?
  • “Me? I don’t think so… I’m new here, it’s my first day…” oh… maybe that’s why you look so shy… he finds himself smiling “So, thank you. See you around.” You wave at him and walk away.
  • “Yes… see you…”
  • You actually saw each other, but it was years later when you showed up at his place to make him feel better about his leg.

Yoosung

  • Yoosung spent the night, guess, pulling an all nighter to play LOLOL
  • He managed to get awake for most of this class, but ended up dozing off when it was close to the end
  • So he barely noticed people getting up and leaving the class
  • Like, he was listening to some muffled sounds, but it sounded so distant, even these girls talking and giggling felt like it wasn’t real
  • “Come on, MC! I want to introduce you to that guy I was talking about! Let’s lunch with him!” “Alright, I’m coming…”
  • He finally woke up when felt this little whoosh provoked by the girl rushing out next to him. Ugh… better get out of here…
  • Yoosung grabs his backpack and opens to place the books, but… wait, that’s not his backpack… he’s pretty sure he never keeps lipstick on his backpack… ohhh, it must be that girl’s who passed by him.
  • He opens the door to go to the hallway and see if he can reach you, but… there’s no need, you were about to open the door and widen your eyes in surprise.
  • “Hi! This must be yours. I’m sorry, I was such in a rush to get out, biology with professor Kyun always lets me a little crazy, you know how it is, right?” he would if he paid attention to class… he just nods, unable to stare at your adorable grin.
  • “MC, come on!” “I’m coming! See you, Yoosung!” he waves, but you’re already running towards your friend. He grabs his backpack and notices there isn’t a tag or anything with his name on it… so how do you know his name?
  •  This was something he would ask you after the RFA party.

Jaehee

  • She rarely went to parties in college, but decided to give a shot that night
  • And it was fine, she was drinking some beer, risking on talking to people she’d never seen before.
  •  Including this tipsy girl who proposed a toast out of nowhere and disappeared right after.
  • She was feeling a little dizzy, but the scene she saw sobered her up immediately and her blood boiled in angry.
  • The girl who made a toast with her was visibly uncomfortable with this guy groping and dragging her back everytime she tried to leave.
  • “There you are, Seyeon! I was looking all over for you! Let’s go, there’s someone I want you to meet!” she grabs your hand and pulls you away from there.
  •  “T-thank you… but you didn’t have to do that, the guy could get mad and do something awful to both of us…” “In that case, I would have to show what my black belt in judo is made of.”
  • You smile and now it’s her turn to make her cup touch yours as in a toast, you raise your cup and take a chug.
  • And she was about to start a real talk, ask for your real name so she wouldn’t keep calling you by the name she invented to get you away from the douchebag
  • But… the police showed up and shut down the party due to a noise complaint. And it was dark in there, so even if you had stumbled into each other on college, neither of you realized.
  • But as soon as she heard your voice on the phone, she knew.

 

Jumin

  •  He was busy and stressed, studying for this test that was coming. But V insisted on going to watch the female volleyball team’s trainning.
  • He knew V had an eye on one of those girls and didn’t want to stay there by himself, so Jumin agreed on going with him, as long as he could keep studying.
  • “There she is, number 3. She’s cute, right?” “I suppose…” Jumin shrugged, he really didn’t care, he just wanted to do well in this physics test.
  •  “Uhm… Jumin…” V nudged him “Jumin?” ugh… what now? He looked at Jihyun… and felt something hitting his head.
  • He raised his head, a little dizzy and looked forward, only to find a pair of worried and shiny eyes staring at him.
  •  “Are you okay? Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I think I added too much strength… I…”  “It was nothing, don’t worry.” “Are you sure? I hit your head…”
  • You climbed the bleachers and went to him, messing with his hair. “I knew it, there’s a bump, I’m so so sorry… let me walk you to the nurse office.”
  • Usually, this much invasion of his private space would annoy him, but he shivered when you messed with his hair and… you looked genuinely concerned, he couldn’t get angry with you making that face.
  • “Don’t worry, I can take him.” V offered “Are you sure?” “Yes, I’m okay, just stay here and keep practicing, don’t worry about me.” He rushed out of there before you would follow him, he didn’t want you to stay concerned.
  • V took him to the nurse and everything was fine. “So you’re good to go, let’s get back there?” “Oh, so you can keep watching number 3 like a stalker?” “No, so you can see number 6 again.”
  • And he really went, just giving his thumbs up stoically so you’d know he was fine, but you looked too guilty and kept avoiding him until the end of the year, and you never talked again… well, you did a few years later.

Saeyoung

  • There were some days he would study so much in college he would even forget to eat
  •  It was almost midnight and he realized he was hungry
  • So he went on an errand trying to find some convenience store open, and after a while, he found it.
  • Oh, how lucky! There was one package of Honey Buddha Chips left, gahhh, he was so hungry it felt like the chips were calling his name…
  • He barely noticed when someone grabbed the package at the same moment he did.
  • “Oh… sorry…” you chuckled nervously. “It’s fine, I’m sorry too.” And you two kept apologizing, but neither of you let the package go.
  • “I think… there’s only one mature and wise way to solve this…” he said, adjusting his glasses. “I agree.” You said solemnly.
  • Silence, and then you said at the same time: “Rock. Paper. Scissors!” he chose paper, you chose rock.
  • “A good player must recognize a defeat. Bon appétit!” you beamed as you walked away, and he couldn’t help but smile.
  • Actually, there was a wiser and simpler solution: sharing. But… he couldn’t, no, he needed to go back and study, and there was also the training with the agency in the morning… well, you weren’t the first pretty girl he avoided initiating a conversation because of his messy life, anyway.
  • But you would be the last, and his life wouldn’t be that messy thanks to you.

V

  • He was bored to death in that class
  • So he started doodling nonsense, until…
  •  He saw that girl sitting diagonally from him, and she was… really cute.
  • It was like his hands were moving by themselves, drawing her.
  •  “Mr. Kim, mind to share with the class what you’re working on? It must be important to keep your attention like this…” the professor said ironically.
  • He blushed and put his sketches away. What was he going to do with that, anyway? It’s not like he would… give it to you…
  • Gosh… he was being such a stalker finding out which one was you locker to put the draw there.
  • And it was even weirder when he stayed to see you finding the draw.
  •  “Uhhh, MC… looks like you’ve got a present, who gave you this?” “I… I don’t know, it’s not signed, there’s only a ‘V’ here…”
  • You were looking at the draw, visibly impressed, gosh… he wanted to draw your expression in that moment… he blushed even harder when your eyes locked with his. Oh… he’d been staring too much and now you would know how much of a creep he was.
  • He quit drawing and started photographing… he met Rika, and he thought he would never paint again… well, he also thought he would never see that girl he had a quick crush on, he was so glad for being that wrong.
Make it Official » Theo Raeken

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Theo Raeken X Reader

Words: 2880+

Warnings: nothing too serious, but might be smutty; also, there’s mentions of sex; cover your eyes, kiddos

Summary: Theo decides to give the reader the same kind of torture she put him through a few days ago, but that ends up leading to something completely unexpected

A/N: This is part two of “Damn it, are you drunk?”, as requested, and I kind of mixed it with some other requests I had, i hope that is okay. Here is the link of part one if you’d like to read it. I tried to write a decent slightly-smutty imagine, but idk, I think I suck at this tbh lol Bare with me, you’ve been warned. That’s like the fourth imagine I’m writing for Theo. I think you noticed that I really enjoy writing for him lmao

Also, so soooooooooorry for the long wait. I’m back now!


“Tell me again why I agreed to come here?”

Lydia sighed dramatically before offering you an unsatisfied smile, linking arms with you.

“Because it’s going to be fun.”

She looked amazing tonight; Lydia wore a dark-blue dress that made her look slightly taller and accentuated her curves just in the right spots, her strawberry-blonde hair was falling naturally down her shoulders, and her high heels were so high you felt dizzy just by looking at them.

Beside someone as stunning as your best friend, you couldn’t help but feel a little invisible with your simple choice of clothes: instead of a dress or a skirt, you wore tight black shorts and a red top that exposed just the right amount of your skin. You decided to let your hair fall down to your back as well and — unlike Lydia — was barely using any makeup. You knew you looked beautiful, but maybe you should have left Lydia choose your clothes as she insisted earlier.

Lydia practically dragged you to some nightclub, no matter how much you complained about it. She was your best friend after all; she knew how much you have been through and was determined to make you loosen up a little, neither you wanted it or not.

In that night in special, the nightclub seemed full and… mysterious. With almost all the lights off, there was practically only one source of illumination in the dance floor, which was coming from the equipment of the DJ, making it hard to see people’s faces or what they were doing in the crowd. You could barely see silhouettes dancing and making out here and there, enjoying the feeling of privacy as they moved their bodies in the rhythm of the song.  

“Well…” Lydia started, her green eyes shining with interest on something, or someone, behind you. “I think this night is going to be good. Do you want to dance?”

You shook your head negatively, didn’t feeling like dancing at the moment. Lydia would probably just disappear with some random good-looking guy, anyway.

“Not really, but you can go,” you replied, not wanting to be a burden on her night, but Lydia just stared at you suspiciously. “Seriously, I’m fine. I’ll just go get a drink.”

She seemed unsatisfied, but nodded anyhow.

“Whatever, just go dance afterwards, ok? I will wait for you there.”

Before you could even think on declining, Lydia was already making her way towards the crowd of hormonal teenagers moving on the dance floor, leaving no time for a single word.

“Don’t disappear!” you shouted above your shoulder, unsure if she heard you or not.

Unaware of the looks on you, you slowly approached the bar, noticing that the bartender wasn’t too older than you, unexpectedly. He sent you a weird look when you handed him the money and ordered the first alcoholic thing that came to your mind, but you just ignored his expression, sitting patiently to wait while he worked on the other side of the counter.

You didn’t usually drank anything alcoholic; it was, in fact, something pretty rare to happen, but was also one easy way for you to feel more confident sometimes, especially at parties full of strangers. You was certainly not going to get drunk anytime soon though; all the memories from the last time you drank too much were still embarrassing you as hell. That story that drunk people did not remember what they had done was bullshit. You even had to avoid Theo for the past week in order not to die of awkwardness. Seriously.

“Here.”

You grabbed your drink instantly when the bartender put it in front of you, desperate to push away the boredom that was starting to take over your body. Just as you was about to take the first very craved sip of your drink, someone stole the cup from your hands, too quickly for you to even react.

What the…?

You were prepared to shout some not very polite words to the person who had shamelessly robbed you, when your angry eyes meet Theo Raeken’s greenish ones and all your courage died down along with every fiber of dignity you still had left.

The very sight of him was enough for your cheeks to heat up and your pulse to rise, memories of the last time you saw each other invading your mind.

Don’t you want me anymore?

“Hello, sweetheart,” he said simply, his characteristic smirk soon gracing his face. “So…are you now addicted to alcohol or something?”

You sighed, frowning at him as you crossed your arms in an effort to show Theo that his presence was not affecting you, when you both knew it was. When he noticed that you were not going to answer him, the smirk on his face grew wider and he took a generous sip of your drink, making your blood boil in your veins.

“Hey, give me that back!” you demanded, trying to reach the cup that Theo was so determined to keep away from your hands.

“No. The last time you got drunk I had to deal with you mercilessly teasing me,” he replied simply, frustrating your efforts of taking the drink back and making your cheeks heat up considerably. “I told you, I’m never letting you drink again.”

Apparently having enough of your failed attempts, Theo just drank all of the liquid remaining as you observed his Adam’s apple moving when he did so. He then placed the empty glass back on the bar calmly, ignoring your bewildered expression.

“What the- I paid for that, you know!”

The glance Theo sent you made you feel as if you were naked before him; with your eyes locked on his, you barely realized what he was doing until you felt one of his hands grasp your waist, jerking your body closer until you were chest to chest with him, your noses almost touching. Theo then lifted his free hand up, showing you the money he was holding before shamelessly shoving it down in the back pocket of your shorts, exactly above the curve of your ass. He let his hand rest there for just a little more time than necessary, his blueish irises studying your reaction with interest.

Bastard.

Coming back to yourself, you quickly pushed him away from your body, your heart drumming in your ears and your breath already a little unsteady. Theo let you push him without any resistance, but the smirk on his face told you that he knew you enjoyed his touches just as much as he did, and he didn’t even needed his werewolf senses to notice.

If you stayed in Theo’s presence for just one more minute, you were pretty sure you would strangle him or worse, kiss him and end up in his bed again, which would not be appropriate.

No, you knew better than that.

So you pulled yourself together and turned around, heading straight to the crowd of people dancing in order to foil Theo, so he wouldn’t follow you that easily. People bumped into you at least a thousand times, but somehow you managed to get to the nearest bathroom — which was probably for workers or something, since it was very small — quickly slamming the door shut behind you.

Why does he affect me this much?

You couldn’t answer that question to yourself; the reason your heart raced and you went suddenly nervous whenever he was around was a mystery to you — one that you wasn’t sure you wanted to resolve. The fact that the universe seemed to bring you and Theo closer, no matter how much you tried to stay away, didn’t make things easier too.

Just as you rested your hands on the bathroom sink, the door opened and — as expected — Theo made his entrance, calmly closing it behind him. You instantly swallowed hard, hoping he wouldn’t notice your sudden nervousness.

“This is the female bathroom, Raeken,” you stated, turning around to stare at his face directly with you best stay-away face, though you suspected he was immune to such thing.

“Well observed,” Theo replied as he leaned against the closed door, folding his arms. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

You mimicked his actions, crossing your arms. Except for the fact that your expression showed how angry you were. Angry with Theo for affecting you so much, angry with Lydia for making you come to this party, angry with Beacon Hills for not letting you have a normal life…but most of all, angry with yourself for having feelings for someone like Theo Raeken.

“Well observed,” you quoted his words.

He let out a small laugh before a smug grin took over his handsome face.

“You know, you’re kind of sexy when you’re angry.”

You rolled your eyes, heart already racing, and headed for the door — where he unfortunately stood — to get out, pretending his words were not affecting you in any way. Yeah, sure. At that point, you felt like you had to stay away from him, or you would lost the little drop of good sense you still had in you. Theo was not supposed to be there. He was not supposed to ruin your no-thinking-about-Theo night. But hey, it was Theo Raeken you were talking about; he always showed up in the most unexpected places.

You didn’t look at him as you placed your hand on the doorknob. He just stared at you carefully until that very moment; quiet, interested. But then, when you meant to open the door, Theo quickly grabbed your wrist, changing positions to pin your body to the closed door, your hands firmly held on the sides of your head. A surprised gasp left your lips as your back felt the wood behind you.

Words were about to leave your mouth when you realized how painfully close Theo’s face were, how you could just lightly move forward and your lips would touch his.

You felt exactly like you did moments before you and Theo kissed for the first time, about a month ago.

Then, he finally spoke, after what felt like an eternity of silence even though only a few seconds passed by.

“It doesn’t drive you crazy when we’re close?”

Yes, you thought. Yes, it does. It drives me insane. But, being the coward that you were when it came to relationships, you breathed out heavily, closed your eyes, and found the strength to lie.

“No.”

“You do realize that I can smell you, right?” you could practically hear the satisfied smirk on his husky voice as Theo leaned forward again, his lips teasingly hovering over yours, making you keep your eyes closed in order not to give in and press your mouth to his. “I know what you really want, sweetheart.”

“Stop calling me that,” you breathed, your lips brushing over Theo’s at the minimal movements.

“Why? Your heartbeat goes crazy every time I call you sweetheart, sweetheart,” he retorted, so close that his hot breath went directly to your face with every word, smelling like the drink you had ordered before.

You remained silent. Of course, he was right, your pulse did raise considerably every time you heard him calling you nicknames, but you couldn’t help it, though; there was something about Theo that hypnotized you, drew you to him no matter how much you tried to get away, how much you wanted to do the right thing.

“Open your eyes,” Theo asked firmly, one of his hands caressing your wrist gently. “Look at me.”

You did not move nor made a sound; you were determined to fight the urge to do whatever Theo asked, because deep down, you knew that you were starting to grow too close to him, to have real and strong feelings for the guy, and that scared you more than anything. He was supposed to be just a one-night stand; that was it. He was danger and trouble. But your heart had other plans for you.

You both just stood there in silent, hearts racing, heavy breathings, lips almost touching. That distance was clearly killing the two of you, but Theo wasn’t planning on letting you go anytime soon; his hands kept you in place with a firm grasp as he quietly moved his face to the curve of your neck, making you shudder under his touch.

His lips only brushed against the sensitive skin, but that was enough to wake up every single nerve in your body while you gasped in both surprise and pleasure, throwing your head back to the wall, involuntarily giving him more access to your neck.

Open your eyes,” Theo repeated against your skin, beginning to trail soft warm kisses on your neck and up to your jawline, only stopping when he reached the corner of your mouth, where he placed one last kiss, pressing his forehead to yours afterwards.

You thought he was going to kiss your mouth next, but Theo loosened his grip on your wrists instead, letting it fall to your sides freely, and put some space between you two. His thumb slowly ran over your parted lips, and you let out a surprised sigh, opening your eyes just in time to see his blue orbs staring down at you as if to see how you reacted to him. He removed his hand, starting to close the distance between you two until you were once again face to face, breathing each other’s air, lips barely an inch from one another.

“Theo,” you warned, your voice nothing more than a whisper. “What are you doing?”

Stupid question? Probably. But Theo answered you by pressing his lips on yours in a slow and much desired kiss. Your mind went blank; both of his arms encircled your waist, bringing your body impossibly close to his as he let his tongue explore your mouth. For about five blissful seconds, you allowed yourself to reciprocate; then you woke up to reality and gently pushed Theo’s chest just enough to part the kiss. His hands remained firmly where they were, but he let you broke the kiss easily.

“Stop,” came your uncertain request. “We can’t.”

“Of course we can,” Theo said in a very serious tone you thought you’d never saw him using before. “I want you. You want me. Pretty simple.”

He started to lean in again, but you moved your head away. “No, Theo, it’s not. We’re not…”

“What?” he seemed surprisingly worried. “What is the problem?”

“I…,” there was a mess of words waiting to be said in your mind, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to say them. “I’m not this. I’m not the girl that hooks up with someone and doesn’t get involved. I thought I could be, but...”

The hands on your waist caressed your body gently and Theo smiled; a true sweet smile. He brought his right hand to touch your cheek and you unconsciously inclined your face to his touch; there was no point denying it. You had pretty much just admitted your feelings out loud, and Theo knew that.

“Then let’s make it official.”

As Theo tilted your head to side to kiss your exposed neck, you mind went dizzy for a moment and you couldn’t quite process his words.

“Official?”

“Be my girlfriend.” He casually said.

If you were drinking something, you would have certainly choked on it.

What?”

“Just say yes,” at this point, Theo’s kisses were making its way up your jaw again, except that this time he didn’t stop at the corner of your mouth; he started pecking your lips over and over. “C’mon. Just. Say. Yes.”

You had never seen this side of Theo. The side that was willing to compromise, to promise, to accept a real relationship. He had never suggested anything like that. That surprised you the most: he was the one bringing the subject up.

Your heart skipped a beat when Theo decided to give you an actual kiss, taking his time with his lips on yours. You instantly reciprocate, running your hands up his strong arms as the kiss deepened. This time, you allowed yourself to enjoy this feeling; his hands on you, his mouth on yours. The sound of music could be heard from outside, but in that moment, the world outside did not matter to you: there was only you and Theo, and that strange feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Would that be happiness?

“I will take that as a yes,” Theo stated, still a little breathless from the kiss.

You couldn’t hold back the smile that spread through your face.

“I don’t know, Theo,” you started. “I know you’re not the kind of guy that compromises…”

He cut your words with a quick kiss on your lips.

“You’re right, I’m not,” he admitted, lifting your chin up so your eyes were on his. “But I want to be that guy for you. I want to be with you, Y/N. I mean it.”

Your small hands cupped his face as you breathed deeply, about to make a decision you could be sorry for later.

“I will give you one chance, and one chance only, you hear me?”

Theo nodded, smirking. “One chance is all I need.”

Then, your boyfriend kissed you like it was the first time your lips ever touched, and for the first time in a long time, you felt an overwhelming happiness take over you.


A/N: I really, really hope you liked it! I’m back from my semi-hiatus! As always, I would love to know what you think about this, so please leave a message. ♥

Grammys part two: Josh Dun imagine

Y/N: Y’all this went from hardcore fluff to hardcore smut reaaaaal fast. Lol jk. No, but really. When the boys lose their pants the fans lose their shit. Anyways, I’ll shut up now. Enjoy.

Anonymous said:
Omg, please do a sequel to grammy??????? 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Part one: http://thepatricktreestump.tumblr.com/post/157222084267/grammys-josh-dun-imagine

*continued female reader, light smut

“Okay, I didn’t know what you meant by taking off your pants, but now I clearly do,” Jenna burst out laughing as you all entered into the restaurant and took a seat. “Goodness gracious you guys.”

“I bet you were staring,” Tyler smirked. “I’m sure you were.”

“Shut up,” she rolled her eyes as you all sat at a table, opening up the menus.

“You’re all dressed awfully fancy tonight. I assume you all just got back from the Grammys. Twenty One Pilots, right?” the waiter smiled.

“That’s us,” Tyler grinned proudly.

“Sweet,” the waiter beamed. “Anything I can get you guys at the moment? Drinks?”

“Yeah that sounds good,” Jenna nodded. You had all decided to go out for a celebratory meal after the awards. You had settled on a nice Mexican restaurant, not too fancy, but not too casual either.

“Hey,” Josh nudged you beside him. “Check your phone.”

“Why?” you stared at him, confused.

“Just do it, baby,” he insisted.

“Fine,” you sighed, picking up your phone but your expression slowly fading away into uncomfortableness as you read the text he had just sent you.

J: Did you like what you saw on stage tonight?
Y/N: Fucking behave. We’re at dinner.

You glared at him and he turned his head away, acting unfazed.

J: Answer the question.
Y/N: You know I always like what I see when I’m staring at you
J: Yeah but how did you feel?
Y/N: Wdym?
J: All those people staring at me, all those fans probably lusting over me, and you there, watching me tug down my pants…

“Hey!” Jenna snapped. “He’s asking you what you want to drink.”

“Huh?” both you and Josh looked up from your phones, turning red, staring at the waiter.

“Anything to drink?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, uh yeah,” you stammered out. Josh just looked at you, pretending as if nothing had happened. The waiter took your drink order and walked away, Tyler striking up a conversation about some of the performances.

“What if you guys performed?” Jenna laughed. “You think you’d bring the hamster ball and giant confetti canon to the Grammy’s?”

“Oh I’m sure we would figure something out,” Tyler nodded. You felt your phone buzz in your lap and you shot Josh a glare before opening it.

J: Stop leaving questions unanswered babe
Y/N: Stop texting me dirty things and actually pay attention to the conversation
J: I am
Y/N: Jenna and Tyler invited us here to celebrate, not to be antisocial
J: Answer the question
Y/N: Fine, sure. I was turned on. Is that what you wanted to hear?

“Don’t you think, y/n?” Jenna wondered and you flickered your eyes up, completely lost in what they were talking about. There was a second of silence before she hinted you on. “We’d get the drum kits and just make the crowd hold them up?”

“Oh definitely,” you gave a fake laugh before glancing down at your phone again, angry and annoyed at Josh’s attempts.

J: How turned on?
Y/N: I might be turned on but I’m about ready to turn my phone off if you keep this shit up
J: I’m not even doing anything
Y/N: Sure…
J: You wouldn’t dare
Y/n: Watch me
J: Don’t

“You guys, okay? You seem pretty distracted,” Tyler finally brought up the obvious.

“Just a lot of people congratulating us,” Josh shrugged. “Sorry, it’s probably not the appropriate time for this.”

“You’re right,” you quickly agreed. “I say we turn our phones off for the rest of the dinner.”

“Smart idea,” Jenna smiled at the proposition, but you caught Josh giving you a death stare beside you. You quickly shut off your phone and put it face down on the table, watching as Josh slowly did the same.

“You’ll be sorry you did that,” Josh murmured under his breath, just enough for you to realize. You swallowed uncomfortably, trying to ignore his comments. What was he so worked up about anyways? Geez.

“Do you think we’ll get invited back?” Tyler joked.

“Most likely,” Jenna nodded. “You guys are so talented. You’re bound to win another.”

“Then we’ve got to take it up a notch,” Tyler decided. “What’s more attention grabbing than standing up there in our underwear?”

“Oh I’m sure you two could think of plenty of things,” Jenna chuckled softly. Your hand was laying in your lap when you felt Josh lay his hand on top of yours underneath the table. You drew in a sharp breath and Tyler gave you an uncertain glance for a second before dismissing it, and you exhaled, trying to ignore it. Maybe he was just trying to hold hands.

“We’ll go streaking next Grammys!” Tyler cried.

“No way,” Jenna shook her head, stifling her laughter. “Not on my watch.”

“I bet y/n would love to see that,” Josh smirked and you narrowed your eyes, apparent you didn’t find his humor amusing. You felt him grab ahold of your wrist underneath the table, lifting your hand off your lap and moving it towards his leg, then down, resting your hand right over his crotch, his hard on becoming extremely obvious. Shit, of course he’d pull something like this. Especially now without the texting. He laid his hand on top of yours again, pressing down and your felt your cheeks turn red, trying to act nonchalant as you were being guided on how to grope him underneath the table.

“You okay, y/n?” Jenna softened her eyes. “You look sort of uh…”

“I’m fine,” you shook your head. “I think I just need to use the restroom and clear my mind for a little bit. I think I’m a little dizzy from the Grammys, all those people and the lights and noise and stuff.”

“Okay, take care of yourself sweetie,” Jenna replied. “We’ll be here when you come back.” You tried to get up but Josh grabbed your arm, grip tight around your wrist. You tugged several times but he wouldn’t let go until finally you swiveled your arm out of his grasp and snatched your phone off the table, marching off to find the bathroom. Of course, when you got in, there were several texts from Josh. So much for the not using the phones thing.

J: Get your ass out here right now.
Y/N: I don’t know what the fuck is up with you tonight
J: You know exactly what’s up with me, stop playing stupid
Y/N: I don’t know if it’s just cause you won a Grammy so you think you can be cocky and all, but you’re acting like a total dick, Josh
J: I just want you baby
Y/N: You’re the one who said yes to dinner!
J: You’re the one who said no to texting
Y/N: And look where that led us
J: We can always ditch
Y/N: Shut up, that’d be so rude. Jenna and Tyler have been nothing but nice tonight
J: I just really want to fuck you, I saw you in that dress when we walked in the restaurant and maybe it’s the lighting or just the adrenaline rush from being on the stage or me taking my pants off earlier, but I really need this right now baby
Y/N: I know I want it too
J: Then please
Y/N: After dinner
J: During dinner
Y/N: No
J: Fine. Either way come out right now. Jenna’s getting worried and she’s gonna check up on you if you don’t show soon.
Y/N: If I come out, will you behave?
J: Sure
Y/N: See you soon
J: Love youuu
Y/N: Love you too, dimwit

You took a deep breath and collected yourself before heading back to the table and sliding in the seat beside Josh, plastering a smile on your face. “You feeling better, honey?” Jenna wondered.

“Yeah I’m doing just fi-” you couldn’t help but stop midsentence as Josh put a hand on your upper thigh, resting it there above the fabric of your dress. “Fine. I’m doing fine.”

“Okay…” Jenna shrugged.

“Did you feel sick?” Tyler frowned, looking worried and concerned. “I think Jenna has some painkillers in her purse if you need it.”

“I’m fine, r-EALLY,” your voice wavered as Josh tugged up the fabric of your dress to your waist, both your legs bare and exposed underneath the table. Fuck.

“You sure?” Tyler insisted, sensing something was off.

“Yeah, honessssssssssst,” you reassured, ignoring the way your voice dragged out at the end when Josh’s thumb dipped underneath the waistband of your underwear and slid the fabric down your legs to above your knees.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” Josh reassured, sly smile on his face only you could detect. Hell, and to think Tyler and Jenna thought he was being sweet. You bit down on your lower lip hard when you felt Josh’s fingers brush past your clit and rest against your folds.

“Who’s ready for some appetizers?” the waiter wondered, smile on his face as he approached.

As soon as you were about to answer Josh’s fingers pushed into you and you let out a moan, everyone at the table turning their attention towards you. “Ohhhh those sound delicious,” you tried to recover. “Mmm god, appetizers? That just sounds so, oh fuck-” Josh began to pump his fingers in and out of you, staring at you above the table as if nothing was even going on. “I’m so hungry. Appetizers, hell yeah.” You were doing such a shitty job at covering up your act but it was the best alternative you could think of at the moment. Your legs were starting to shake and you could barely speak.

“Someone’s um, particularly hype for appetizers,” Tyler commented.

“I love me some good fooooood,” you moaned the last part as Josh curled his fingers inside of you, hitting your g-spot. “Shit, food is so great. Damn.”

“Someone really likes food,” the waiter chuckled, looking confused and uncomfortable, almost everyone unable to understand what your problem was.

“Come on baby,” Josh prodded. “Why don’t you order something?”

“Sure,” you glanced at him, noticing the way he was trying so hard to suppress a smirk, then flickered your eyes back to the menu. You attempted to cross your legs in hopes of Josh quitting it but he only rammed his fingers deeper inside of you and you gasped in your seat, Tyler and Jenna whipping their heads towards you.

“Okay, spill it,” Jenna demanded. “What’s wrong?”

“Something’s wrong?” the waiter softened his expression. “Uh, is there anything I can do to help?”

“I just think I need to get some fresh air,” you shook your head. “Josh, um, why don’t you come out with me for a little bit?”

“Sure,” Josh agreed slowly. “Whatever you say, babe.” He slowly drew his fingers out from inside you and you took the opportunity to slide up your panties and tug down your dress, then grabbed Josh’s hand with a tight grip and basically dragged him out the door.

“You’re fucking dead,” you hissed, tugging him outside and to the back of the restaurant.

“What do you mean?” he raised his eyebrows, acting innocent. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you demanded, tugging him to a place without windows or cars or pedestrians and quickly surveying the area before crashing your lips on his, pushing him back into the wall of the restaurant, slamming his body against yours and grinding yourself down on him. Your sloppy, messy, desperate kisses became more heated and you finally pulled away, staring into his eyes. “Don’t pull that shit during dinner ever again. I hate you.”

“You fucking love me,” he rolled his eyes. “You know you were just as turned on as I was, baby.”

“I still am,” you murmured, tilting your head back as he sucked on your neck, his lips trailing down your skin.

“Dammit you look so good in this dress,” he sighed. He traced the outlines of your body with his palms, sliding them down your figure, resting at your hips when you took a step away. “Where you going baby?”

“To dinner,” you snapped. “To behave.”

“You’re going to leave me like this?” he frowned, disappointed. “Come on, I’m dying here and I’ve already tried everything.”

“Listen up, Joshua,” you sighed, walking closer and poking a finger in his chest, glaring up at him. You leaned in close, remaining eye contact, lowering your voice to a whisper. “When we get home, you are going to get in that bedroom with me, and you’re going to receive another big award with yours pants off. But that’s never going to happen unless you behave, understand?”

“I like the sound of that,” he smirked.

“Good,” you decided. “Now come with me and let’s order some fucking appetizers.”

he tastes like you, only sweeter | woozi

Originally posted by mvpgyu

summary: you’re drunk, and jihoon doesn’t know what else to do. might as well enjoy the ride.

characters: woozi/reader (ambiguous)

genre: smut, kind of fluffy

word count: 713

a/n: the infamous seven minutes in heaven series makes a come back. ive already done all of hip hop unit so u can go check that out if u like (partially cause im too lazy to link it here lol) also nothing heavy here, just heavy petting lmao

Lee Jihoon was not prepared to play this dumb game, nor was he prepared to have to beat someone’s ass. (By someone, he means Jeonghan.)

Then again, he also wasn’t prepared to have the person he liked in the same room for seven minutes.

When the bottle that he’d spun landed on you, he cursed, feeling the blush begin to rise on his face. “Just my luck,” Jihoon muttered, noticing your heavily inebriated state.

He could see Jeonghan winking from across their little circle, the older making vulgar sexual gestures.

With anyone else, it would have been horrid, problematic even, but Jihoon had a better mind than to take advantage of anyone, and Jeonghan knew that.

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Accidents Happen (Episode 2/?)

Peter Parker x Pregnant!Reader

A/N: I wrote this while I was supposed to be working on my assignment due, tonight. LOL. Also, I hope you like this series, because luckily I am finding it easy to write! I have no idea how many parts this will be, yet!

Warnings: Swearing, teen pregnancy, talk about pregnancy options, etc.

Accidents Happen Masterlist // Masterlist 

Originally posted by sddonald22


I’m Pregnant.”

The silence that followed that miniscule sentence was deafening.

You knew he had heard you. He had immediately stiffened, and you could hear that he had stopped breathing. His hand was shaking in shock.

Oh fuck. What is wrong with him? He hasn’t said anything for a few minutes, now. Is he alright? Why hasn’t he moved? “Peter? Are you okay?”

“How do you know?” He asked, voice strained. He let go of the hand he was still holding and put his head in his hands.

You turned to your purse, taking out the folder, “I kept getting sick. I knew something was wrong – I just hoped it wouldn’t be this, of all things. I saw the doctor.”

“And?”

You handed him the folder, “Spotting but no period, dizziness, headaches, vomiting… I had all the signs. I went to Planned Parenthood. They confirmed it, had me do an ultrasound, and handed me a folder of pamphlets on options and do’s and don’ts.”

He opened the folder and stared at it for a few minutes, looking through all of the pamphlets. Then, he slowly picked up the ultrasound pictures. He immediately put the pictures back in the folder and dropped the folder onto the bench. After a long, but shaky breath, he turned to you, “What options do we have?”

You shook your head, “Abortion, adoption, or keeping it.” You stood up, biting your thumbnail and starting to pace, “I don’t know what option to take.”

“We’re sixteen.” He breathed out, rubbing his face with his hands, “We aren’t ready for a baby. We haven’t even been dating that long.” He stopped, standing up, “I thought you were on the pill?”

Ah crap. “I-I was.” You turned away, wrapping your arms around yourself, “I missed a pill. From camp. I forgot them at home.”

“What the hell, Y/n!” He carded his hands through his hair in frustration, “Isn’t that something you should have probably told me before we had sex?”

“I didn’t know until later! I thought if I took two, I would be fine!” You said defensively, “Don’t act like this is all my fault! You didn’t use any forms of contraception, either!”

“Because I knew you were on the pill!” He shouted, standing up and letting out a frustrated groan, “Whatever! We both fucked up. Takes two to tango. What do we do, now?”

“I don’t know!” You sobbed out, sitting back down on the bench, “I can’t be a mom! I don’t even know what it’s like to have a mom – let alone be one!” You put your face in your hands and let the anxiety and panic take over. Sobs wracked your whole body, and you didn’t know what the hell to do.

Peter crouched in front of you, pulling you into his arms. “Babe, calm down.” His hands ran up and down your back in a soothing motion, much like he did any other times you cried in front of him – which was not often. “We’ll figure it out.”

“I don’t know what to do.” You whispered, pressing your face into his neck and hiccupping, “I’m not ready for this.”

“So that scratches out one option, then.” He pulled back a little, “Can I say something, without you getting upset?” You nodded. “I think we should pick abortion.”

“Can I ask why?” You sniffed, wiping your face with your sleeve.

“We both aren’t ready to be parents, for one thing.” He said, getting up to sit next to you, “And I don’t think it would be wise to do adoption, because… I don’t know if it will be affected by… me. Do you get what I’m saying?”

You nodded, clearing your throat. “I wondered about that.”

“What do you think?” He grabbed your hands, “This isn’t just my decision. What do you think about all of this?”

“I don’t know.” You shook your head, tired from all the crying and anxiety, “I’m not ready to be a mom, but I feel bad.” You sighed, defeated. “I think you’re right. I think we should pick abortion.”

He nodded, “Okay. We can go tomorrow, after school.”

———-

You went home, after that. You needed time to yourself. You needed to think. Could you do this? Could you really have an abortion? Is it murder? Is it the best option? You seemed to think so, at the time, but the longer you sat on your old bed in your crap apartment, you felt even more confused than before.

“Y/n!” Your mom yelled from the bathroom, “Get the fuck out, tonight, I have another man-friend coming over for some business.”

You grimaced, “Yeah, alright. I’ll go to Peter’s.”

“I don’t give a fuck where you go, just don’t be here!” She yelled, coming to your door. She looked like a mess. Her hair may have been healthy and clean when she was younger, but it just looked ratty and dirty, now. She was too skinny, her wrinkles more pronounced than when you had been younger, and she just looked… sick.

“Mom, have you been eating?” You asked, noting the dress she was wearing had been yours. “You look like you’ve lost more weight.”

“Well, thank you, baby girl.” She smiled, wobbling a little on her heels, “Mikey has me on a new diet.”

Oh, Jesus. Mikey. Her ‘boyfriend’.

“Well, it must be working.” You said with fake enthusiasm. “Anyways, let me pack, quick, and I’ll leave.”

——-

It was cold, but you had managed to make it to Peter’s in half the time it usually took. You figured that Peter wouldn’t be home, yet. He had stayed at the tower for extra training with Natasha and Bucky. What you weren’t expecting, was for Aunt May to be home. She usually worked later on week days.

“Y/n?” May called from the kitchen, “That you, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, May! It’s me! Mom has a gentleman over, tonight, so I’m crashing here.” You called out, leaving your coat on a hanger by the door.

“I made dinner.” She said when you walked into the kitchen, “Come eat with m-… are you alright?”

What the actual fuck is that smell? Is that smell supposed to be spaghetti? Oh my god. A wave of nausea washed over you. You usually loved May’s spaghetti. You pushed your lips together, willing yourself not to puke. Nope. You ran to the bathroom, not making it to the toilet and throwing up in the sink.

“Y/n, sweetheart, are you sick?” She came over and felt your forehead as you spit in the sink.

You burst into tears. Not the tears that you had with Peter, previously. Straight up hysterical, soul crushing tears. Sobs were the only sound coming from the bathroom. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t keep yourself up, anymore.

“Oh, my goodness.” May caught you as you slid to the floor, sitting down with you and pulling you close, “Oh, honey, what’s wrong? What’s happening?”

“I-I-I’m…” You couldn’t breathe. You were gasping for breath, arms wrapped protectively around yourself. You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t go through with this. You didn’t want the abortion. You didn’t know how to say this aloud, though.

“Honey, are you pregnant?” She whispered, arms tightening around you.

All you could do was nod. You leaned your head back against the bathroom cupboards, wiping your eyes.

“Does Peter know?”

“I told him a few hours ago.” You sniffed, staring up at the ceiling. “W-we settled on a decision, but I don’t think I want to follow through with it.”

“Abortion, you mean?” She rubbed her hand up and down your back, like Peter did when you cried. That must be who he got it from. “You settled on abortion?”

“Yeah.” You croaked out, “But I don’t want to do it. I’m not ready to be a mom, but I can’t help but feel this ache in my chest when I think about anything happening to my baby.” You turned to look at May, who had a look of sympathy on her face, “I just don’t know how to tell Peter.”

“Do you want me to tell him?” She asked, moving so she was gripping your hand, “He called before you got here and said he was on his way home. I could tell him.”

“No, I should tell him. I just…need a minute, first.” You leaned over to hug her, “Are you mad?”

“Honestly, I’m a little disappointed that you two weren’t more careful,” She squeezed you harder, “But I could never be mad at you. Accidents happen. You’re smart kids, you’ll figure it out.”

“Thanks, May.”

She left the bathroom, after another long hug. Hopefully, she was ridding the apartment of that putrid smell.

After a long sigh, you pushed yourself up from the floor and set about cleaning the sink. You didn’t want to look too closely at your vomit, and held your breath until it was all cleaned and the smell was gone. You caught sight of yourself in the mirror and gasped. You looked like shit. You looked stressed. Your eyes had circles around them, were red rimmed, and looked like they had been rubbed many times – which they had. Your face was paler than normal, but you looked like you had gained a little weight.

Which, you had.

You turned, pulling up your shirt and staring at your stomach. There was a small bump, there was no doubt about it. How had you been so stupid? How did you think that it was ‘just a little weight gain’? That was a baby bump, right there. You felt so stupid and naive. You had been taught at a young age about sex. Your mother had made sure of it, after she had you at nineteen. You had been through health classes, talked about it with your mom and May, and had read all the safe-sex articles when you went on birth control.

You ran your fingers over the small bump residing between your hips. A wave of protectiveness washed through you. You weren’t going to let anything happen to this baby. You were going to be a parent to this child, and this child was going to have a better fucking life than you ever had.

You were going to make sure of it.

“Y/n? Babe?” Peter knocked on the door to the bathroom, “Can I come in?”

You pushed your shirt back down, reaching over to unlock the door and let him in. He kissed you quickly, pulling you into his chest, “What’s going on? May said something was up with you?”

You pulled back and leaned against the opposite wall, strangely confident, “I’ve decided not to go through with an abortion. I can’t.”

“What? What do you mean, ‘you can’t’?” He huffed, sitting down on the bathroom counter and leaning his head back against the mirror, “What the hell? I thought we talked about this, and had an agreement.”

“I can’t go through with it, Peter.” You put a hand on your stomach, “I’m sorry, but I won’t.”

“We’re sixteen, Y/n!” He gestured between the two of you, “We can’t just have a baby! We haven’t even graduated high school!” He lowered his voice, “My ‘internship’ is dangerous! You know that! What about the safety of this child, huh? We can’t even guarantee our own!”

“We can figure something out.” You defended, “Nothing you can say will make me change my mind. I’m not having an abortion.”

“I can’t – and wont – make you have an abortion,” He hopped down from the sink, “But you can’t just make major decisions that affect both of us – without me! This is my life, too! We’re both not ready for this!”

You shrugged, unable to say anything else. You’d said what you needed to say. You’d made your decision. It was up to him, now, to see where he fit in this decision. Was he going to stay, or was he going to go?

“I need some fucking air.” He huffed, ripping open the bathroom door. “I need time to think. I’m going to Ned’s.”

You followed him to the front door. “Are you fucking serious? You can’t just walk out! We need to talk about this.” You threw your hands up, tears streaming down your face.

“You seem like you have everything figured out.” He scoffed, throwing his sweatshirt on, “You clearly don’t need my input for major life decisions.” His eyes looked watery.

You flinched as he slammed the front door closed.

Well… That went well…


Episode 3

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🐰🐐: headcanons of dorky kaneki slowly falling in love with touka

okay, i think i’ve talked about this before. I basically said that Kaneki’s behavior towards Touka was definitely going to change from now on, and that maybe he would start seeing her with different eyes, appreciating her in different ways and starting to consider his options.. after a love confession, you usually start to see things differently. So these are a few headcanons that i have in mind of Kaneki basically starting to feel a little butterfly fluttering inside his tummy thanks to Touka-chan.

  • karaoke time. Yes, again. Nishiki is bored and wants some party time *insert Furuta’s party mask* and of course, he needs to drag his friends with him. So Tsukiyama, Touka, Kaneki, Hinami and Ayato decide to join him. They’re all singing and showing their talents. Nishiki brings blood wine with him and Touka gets a little dizzy. It’s her turn to sing, a very hardcore rock-pop song & not feminine at all, but she looks badass as fuck so she sings and shakes her head and nobody is really paying attention to her? 😂  everyone is discussing goat stuff except for Tsukiyama, who looks at Touka and says “you’re doing it wrong, that’s not how you’re supposed to sing it” so he walks towards her trying to teach her, Touka complains and both fight for the mic, and while Nishiki and the others are talking about goat, Kaneki is not taking part in the conversation. He’s looking at Touka with dorky eyes like… not very sure of why he’s looking at her like that, she’s just yelling at Tsukiyama and having fun, but he’s just staring at her like an idiot. Then Tsukiyama gets angry and he looks at Kaneki like “Kaneki-kun! tell her something!! she won’t let me sing!” and Kaneki is like… “u-uhh.. she’s just, uhm… drunk, let her sing a bit more” and Touka is like heya and keeps singing and that’s the perfect excuse for Kaneki to keep looking at her in silence.

  • she falls asleep against the counter and it’s actually a pretty chilly day. Kaneki arrives at :re for whatever reason and he finds her resting her head on her arms on the counter and she’s snorting a bit, Kaneki is not sure if he should wake her up or let her sleep there, so after thinking about it for almost ten minutes lol, he takes off his jacket and places it on her back to keep her warm and leaves the shop. When Touka wakes up, she finds his jacket on her and his smell is like all over the place and Touka is like ;-; omg… did he…? 

  • hands touching accidentally. Whenever Touka makes him a coffee and hands him the mug (or Kaneki gives back the empty mug) their fingers briefly touch and Kaneki feels like his chest is a mess everytime it happens. Touka doesn’t seem to notice, she keeps acting like nothing happened, but Kaneki’s eyes quickly travel to the place in where she touched him, or stares at her like ……. why do i feel this way?

  • every time he has to go somewhere, or do something and needs someone’s help, he asks Touka-chan. His heart is completely embarrassed about it but he tries to keep it cool on the outside. “Okay, i’ll go… Touka-chan, you come too?” or “good, Nishiki let’s go… -deep silence- ……… you too, Touka-chan” and Touka just follows him with a nod, not trying to look extremely excited (because she is).

  • THE BOOK TRICK. His inner Haise comes back to life again when, without noticing, he keeps doing what he did before. Read a book, or some papers from the organization, and peering at Touka while she’s not looking. Especially when she’s being sweet to Hinami or grumpy with the garden kids because they’re criticizing her food, Kaneki smiles a bit and Touka turns around and when she sees him, Kaneki quickly lowers his gaze to his lecture, blushing and pretending that it didn’t happen, but Touka knows. She smiles too. 
What To Expect

Requested by Anonymous: Reader is Barry’s girlfriend of four years and she finds out she’s pregnant but she doesn’t know how to tell him because she’s affraid it’s too soon.

Pairings: Barry Allen x reader

Word count: 1793

A/N: Hey guys, here’s another request after a long ass time lol I hope you like it, I’d love to hear your opinions x

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Professor Song (M)

Originally posted by ssonqs

**GIF NOT MINE

Personal fic. (Again LOL)

Characters: Song Mino (WINNER), You (Reader/OC)

Genre: Smut, AU

Warning/s: TeacherX Student (I’ve been addicted to this recently LOL), Bondage (light), Daddy Kink (Mino is Daaaaaddy yah hear me b**ches???), Professor!Mino, Teacher!Mino

Length:   3,134 words

Plot:  You failed your Math class and bad-mouthed your professor, how do you think your irresistible professor will handle the situation?

A/N  OK I miss writing smut for Mino (I am only comfortable writing smut for him so far of all the Winner members like srsly) so just like before, this is going to be very detailed and dirty so… there.  I love you all


You bit your lip as you look at the grade sheet that your professor has given you.  

”No fucking way…”  You cursed silently under your breath as you went back to your seat, your body falling against the hard wood of your chair.  You got an F because of the multiple exams that you have failed in his Integral Calculus class.

“Why?  Why do you look so upset?”  You best friend nudged you by the shoulder before looking at the grade sheet that you have on hand.  She closed her eyes in frustration and patted your back, consoling you.

“Shit.  How do I tell my mom about this…? Why did he even fail me anyway?  I thought he is one of the most considerate teachers around the campus!”  You glanced at your professor while he gives out the grade sheet of your other classmates individually.

“_______, you just have to admit that you are not really good in Math, no matter who the professor is.”  Your friend rolled her eyes and you shot her a death glare.

“Hey, I know that I am not good in Math but I never failed, this prof was the only one who had that guts to fail me!”  Your voice went higher and louder that caught the attention of the entire class, as well as Professor Song.  Your eyes went wide and your hands found your mouth, keeping it silent.  Your best friend stood up from her seat and sat at the empty chair two chairs behind you, leaving you alone all of a sudden.

“Is there a problem, Miss _______?” 

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I will never let you fall

a/n: This is my gift to my best friend @eroticgropefest​​. Hope you appreciate my first (and maybe only) attempt at a snowbaz fic just for you, bruh! o// I figured since I’m helping turn you into as much of an h/c hoe as myself, you’d enjoy reading some of that as well (also I’m all out of ideas SORRY I TRIED). Enjoy your 26th aging up <3 :P


Baz

Snow is infuriating. I’m certain I’m not the only one who sees it: the way he shrugs at most questions, considering it to be enough of an answer; how he gets flustered and fumbles around looking for his words; how he has absolutely no control over his own immense powers; the way he follows the Mage around, like some kind of stray dog on a very short leash, awaiting his commands.

The most powerful magician alive.

I look at him across the room, once again failing at a spell. Bunce looks at him, exasperated, saying something I don’t care to hear. I glare some more at Snow’s ineptitude, feeling a fire deep inside me, something that tells me to shake some sense into him. How stupidly vulnerable he is! The dangers he puts himself in by his complete lack of control. How easy he’ll be to break under my hands when we inevitably have to face each other.

I can imagine myself marching over to him, pushing him up against a wall. I’d hold on to his neck and look right into those eyes, Snow’s unremarkable eyes, so ordinary and plain looking. I’d stare right at him (and I might choke him a little.) (Not too much, just a little. Just enough). He’d growl at me and it would smell of smoke and get unbearably warm. He’d be so close and alive and warm, I might have a taste. Bite a chunk right out of his neck in front of everyone. (or I might just snog the fuck out of him. Either one).

I don’t do any of that. Instead, I shake my head and then glare at him across the room, while Bunce continues to tell the absolute idiot what to do. Soon he seems to feel my stare and looks up at me. At first he seems confused, but his slow brain finally catches up. and he glares right back, closing his fist more strongly around his wand.

Simon Snow never stops driving me fucking crazy.




There are definitely some things people don’t tell you about sharing a room with the chosen one.

One of them is how once he’s put something on his mind, he’ll never drop it. Crowley, Snow might have won an award for most stubborn person ever if it existed (I’m convinced they should create one just for him at this point). He’s incredibly persistent about his moronic ideas, like his obsession with keeping the windows open. No matter how many times I close them, he’ll open them back up. I suspect he’s doing it out of principle at this point, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging it.

There’s an infinite number of frustrating things about living with Snow (besides the irony of living with someone you’re supposed to kill, but instead stupidly caught feelings for) (I may be biased on that one though). From the pointless arguments to the loud nightmares he seems to have convinced himself I don’t know about (a good match to my own relentless night terrors). Or even the way he’s completely oblivious to every single redeeming quality I (debatably) possess. Or even the most cruel ones, like the way looks after he falls asleep, all soft angles and relaxed jaw. Or the unyielding sexual frustration of having him so close to the touch and so hopelessly unreachable.

Yet, no matter how bad those things are, they still feel like they’re almost worth the amount of private wanking I have to do in an attempt to get him off my mind (it never works) (why would it?) It still feels more than I deserve, to have him this close to me. It’s almost comforting (almost, when it isn’t absolutely infuriating).

The truly bad thing about sharing a room with the Chosen One that no one tells you about isn’t even the arguing and all the times he loses his patience and grabs me, manhandling me while I cooly remind him of the anathema. It isn’t even the fact that, while he does that, I just want to push him against the wall and kiss him hard.

The worst thing of all is when he just isn’t there. (and you don’t know where he is or what happened or if he’s safe.) (Why would you when he hates you?)

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Amusement Park Date with Taehyung

Anonymous: Hello! ^_^ I was wondering if I could please request an amusement park date with Taehyung, like the movie night with Taehyung ask? That one was cute :“) I’m so soft for Tae lol Thank you!

This is so cute!!

Going to the amusement park for a date with Taehyung would include:

  • Getting cotton candy as soon as you set foot in the park
  • but also discovering churros
  • and then the gift shops
  • and soon you’re both decked out in the hottest Superman and Batman gear you could buy
  • “can we trade y/n I like batman better”
  • “no tae batman is mine”
  • you two would walk around the park holding hANDS AW
  • just like swinging your arms back and forth
  • tae would pull you in different directions to look at different performers 
  • and when it was time to pick a ride 
  • the two of you would stand there and stare up at the crazy ass ride and be like
  • “yes?”
  • “no. definitely no.”
  • but eventually you’d drag him on a ride that you ASSURED him wasn’t bad
  • but he almost cut off the circulation in your hand when the two of you went down the drop
  • screaming but laughing at the same time made him sound like a donkey and you loved it
  • “hOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME,” he’d cry and make you buy him ice cream ((would lowkey put a $20 in your pocket so he’s technically paying for it))
  • there would be a point where taehyung found the kid rides and dragged you
  • on
  • all
  • of
  • them
  • the swinging cow ride?
  • “we’re going y/n stop fighting me on this”
  • “it’s for 5 year olds taehyung, so I mean you can go on it if you want you’d fit right in honey” you’d say smugly
  • he would just stare at you
  • “that was a low blow” and pull you into the cart next to him despite your protests
  • when you got dizzy he would put his arm around your waist and pull you against him to steady you
  • but you’d end up just staying that way because he was nice and warm and you adored him
  • and he’d look down and kiss you on the nose making the both of you laugh
  • and if you really did end up getting scared on a ride or nervous in line he would talk to you and tell you something stupid Namjoon did the day before 
  • “Y/N, there’s nothing to worry about, I promise. You’re gonna be fine.”
  • And he’d be super duper proud of you for going on the ride you were scared of
  • but that sweetness would come tumbling down when he saw the picture the ride took of the two of you
  • he’d be laughing so hard at your face he couldn’t breathe
  • and you’d be doing the same because he had the weirdest look on his face
  • he’d totally end up buying two copies to keep forever it was worthy of another $20
  • he hated the characters that would walk the streets and try to talk to you and you’d just stand behind him as the characters harassed and chased after him
  • “Y/N PLS HELP ME”
  • he would just yell as he ran in circles 
  • you’d be taking snapchat after snapchat and sending them ALL to the boys
  • at the end of the day when the sun was setting taehyung would get so romantic
  • “can we go on the ferris wheel? please??” 
  • and at the top like all the cliche movies he’d lean in and kiss you until you were about halfway down to the bottom
  • “what are you doing I wasn’t done yet” and you’d pull his face towards you to kiss him again
  • “rides over kids”
  • queue severe blushing from both you and tae when the conductor found the two of you wrapped up in each other

anonymous asked:

how long is your time travel au going to be?

idk but here’s some more of it

(the rest)

Castle Evermore is bad.

Neil travels, but he doesn’t know where or when he is most of the time, too disoriented to pay attention. Once or twice he actually sees Andrew, strapped down in a bed, eyes haunted and unsurprised at Neil’s appearance. When Neil opens his mouth to say something, his vision clouds and fades to black.

Once he ends up on the roof next to Andrew, not his Andrew, one who must already be sober. He looks Neil up and down, taking in his changed appearance—the bandages on his face, hair scrubbed and re-dyed its natural color, Ravens gear—and his mouth quirks in something approximating a frown.

“Where are you supposed to be?” Andrew says.

“Evermore.”

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Small and Vulnerable

Summary: Dan and Phil have been at a Youtube party in London and Dan had a little too much to drink.

Warnings: alcohol, drunkenness, vomit

Word count: 4222

A/N: Here is a small fic that I wrote the other day - I was going to save it for the next time I’m way behind on Someday, but its actually been a week since I posted already. If you follow me on twitter (@ philsdrill - lol cheeky spon - im trying to use it more) you might’ve heard that this was in the pipeline. Hope you enjoy!


When his usually articulate way of speaking started to reduce to a drunken slur, that’s when it was time to go home. Dan’s face was red from the heat of the room, feeling no embarrassment from the things he was saying. He was on the verge of being able to offend people now that his filter had been broken down by the alcohol.

“Dan,” I said, pressing a hand firmly on his shoulder to stop him from wandering off, “It’s time to go home.”

“But… but… the party’s not over. We can’t go home yet.”

“Yes, we can, Dan,” I said, knowing that no amount of persuasion could make him agree; I’d have to drag him out of here, unless he wanted even more regrets in the morning.

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Mr. Cupcake and the Rat: A Note

@unpretty​ this is your fault 

Link to Part One of Mr. Cupcake and the Rat

Ren had settled into something akin to a comfortable routine, as much as anyone on the streets could possibly hope to. Every day brought new chaos. The bakery she had staked out as the center of her territory was on the rougher, poorer side of town, and she never knew when violence or cops would spill into her attempt at a peaceful existence.

She’d been heckled while digging through a trash can. When she hadn’t reacted, they’d thrown a bottle at her head. Her hat, an oversized beanie the same dark color as the dirty, matted hair it covered, had kept any glass from digging into her skull, but she had a hell of a headache and was dizzy. That was the sort of thing that made every day different from the next.

But there were some comforting constants.

She swung by the back alley by her bakery. She was quite late, and it was Sunday, so he would already be closed. But no one else came by, which meant… yes.

A little brown bag sitting on the step by the door into the bakery. She snatched it up quickly, stuffing part of it into her mouth so she could use all her limbs. Teeth clenched around the top of the bag, she clambered up onto the dumpster. In a practiced movement, she backed up to the corner, ran forward, and leapt. She caught the bottom rung of the fire escape on the next building, then hauled herself up. She climbed up another two stories on the fire escape, then, bag still dangling from her mouth, leapt onto the bakery roof. She landed on all fours, scrambled across the tile to the end of the house where the roof was at its highest. She slid off of it automatically, arms, then head, then chest and body, feet catching briefly around the edge as she swung herself down. The window was unlocked, because she never locked it. A metal ruler she left sticking out of the bottom made it easy to pry open, and then she slithered in.

The whole effort took less than thirty seconds.

She was getting very good at it.

The attic above the bakery was dark, but that didn’t bother her at all. She’d found a flashlight in an old box, and she had very good night vision. She clambered over bare plywood to her little corner, by the window, hidden behind a whole host of old, dusty boxes. There was a thick pile of blankets on it. She prodded at it a few times to figure out where all the rats were, moving some of them aside, before settling in.

She flicked the flashlight on and opened the bag. Inside was a saran wrapped sandwich, something wrapped in tin foil, two children’s juice boxes, and… ooooh, eclairs. She pulled it all out excitedly, using one of the boxes as a makeshift table. She started with the sandwich, unwrapping it and then carefully sticking the saran wrap around the existent ball of the stuff she was collecting. She didn’t know what for yet. Inside the foil were some sort of puffy baked things, folded and fluffy and filled with white poofyness that might have been cream cheese or something, and flecks of green. She poked at them. Lettuce? She didn’t know. It was too dark to be lettuce, she was pretty sure.

Curiously, she took a bite.

It tasted good, savory and creamy at the same time. She shrugged. It didn’t matter what was in it if it tasted good.

The juice boxes contained soy milk. One was chocolate. She drank that one first.

She fed the dozen or so rats in her blankets little pieces of bread and meat from the sandwich, which was full of some sort of chipped meat, and a vinegary sort of… cabbage maybe? Or a weird pale pickle. And cheese. And some kind of sauce. She didn’t rightly know, but it was good and the bread had a pretty, swirly design on it. The rats didn’t like the weird vinegar cabbage so she got to eat all of that herself. She really liked it. She wondered if she’d ever get to eat it again.

After she and the rats had devoured every last crumb, and the foil had been safely balled up around her Ball of Foil, which sat next to her Ball of Saran Wrap on her makeshift shelf, she flicked on her flashlight and grabbed the empty bag. It was a little greasy at the bottom from sitting for so long, but she could still use the sides. Eagerly, she went to tear it, then paused.

Something was… already written on the side?

She squinted at it, shaking the flashlight to get it to light up better.

“There is an Oktoberfest party today a few blocks away. Please watch out for drunks. Did you know otters have a special pouch where they keep their favorite rock?”

She tilted her head to the side, running a thin finger over the words, written in an unfamiliar scrawl.

Had Mr. Cupcake written this, then? He had never written her anything on a bag before. Except the first time, when he had written LUNCH in large letters.

A party… drunks. That explained the belligerence and the bottle.

She stared at the words for a while longer then flipped over onto her stomach, grabbing the sharpie she used to draw little pictures on the bags after she had eaten.

In careful letters underneath, she wrote, “One of them hit me.” She paused. “With a bottle.” That seemed like it might be an important clarification. Then, below that… “I did not know that. Did you know that rats laugh when they are happy?”

She stared at the words on the paper for a while. She doodled a little rat, laughing, the words HA HA HA over its head. She stared for a while longer. She had never written anyone a letter before. She was pretty sure this wasn’t how you did it. She wrestled with indecision for a while longer, before she tore the bag, carefully, so that the words didn’t rip. Then she taped it onto the slanted roof above her make-shift bed, with her other paper-bag doodles. This was paper bag lunch number fourteen.

She hoped tomorrow would be fifteen.

She hoped tomorrow would have more words on it, too.

She yawned, stomach gurgling and full, and curled up, pulling one of the many blankets over her head. The rats settled in around her, and she drifted into sleep, very full and very warm.

anonymous asked:

This isn't a prompt or headcanon but I just love when I see people talking about the squip squad doing things in NJ. I'm from NJ and it's so fun to hear people hc them going on the boardwalks and stuff. Do you have anymore headcanons for them doing things in NJ? ((This is a weird ask crap I'm sorry))

No no that’s so great I’m glad you can enjoy the headcanons! I’m personally not from NJ myself, Ima Mass girl, but I love visiting NJ, so I’ll have to base these on my experiences at wild woods and Atlantic City :0 !!

- The scariest things about their trips to these places is Michael because they always go when it’s sweltering hot but he’s still wearing that damn hoodie.

-One time at Atlantic City Jeremy and Michael walked into a casino by accident because they saw a free buffet sign, and then walked into a room full of slot machines with a giant sign saying “no one under 18 allowed”, got scared, and ran out

-When they told Rich about this he dragged Jake in saying “17 is close enough to 18”

-Christine and Jenna makes them all matching shirts when they go on these trips because they can’t lose anyone

-Jake wears shorts on these trips and anytime he sits on something he instantly gets up and yells “fuck!! Hot!!” He never learns his lesson

-one time Jeremy joked around about feeding this one sea gull that was staring at him to see if others would come, then rich said “do it. Trust me, they’ll come” not only did an entire flock come for that fry, Chloe claims she saw one kill another and one seagull followed them back to the car.

-Chloe and Brooke ever 10s of driving around: “that’s a nice house”

- so they like to stay the weekend in a motel for these trips. Once at about 11 at night Michael and Jeremy snuck out of the motel and tried to walks two miles to find a McDonald’s that they KNEW they saw. Then they walked down a suddenly ghetto street and saw someone throw a fire cracker while the others in the group huddled around the cracker. The boyfs instantly went back to the motel.


-ok so I think this was in Atlantic City but there’s this frEAKING coffin you can sit in? And it feels like rats and snakes are crawling over you? They dared Rich to do it, and have videos of him reacting on the camera feed. Rich didn’t come back the same man.

-they love going to Riply’s! It’s such a cool place, if only Rich would stop sticking his nose in every statues finger.

-Christine is the one to stop and read ever exhibit, but the others just look at the big cool stuff and keep walking. Let the girl read dang it.

-they have so many pictures of them with weird stuff in Riplys

-there’s this trippy tunnel at the end and Jake fell in the middle of it and got so dizzy he had to physically be dragged out

-Christine saw a cat under the boardwalk and started screaming and taking pictures while adoring said cat

-Christine also buys all the damn boat and shell nicknacks in the mall…Christine please…your money.

-they all have a big picture of them sitting in front of the giant wild woods sign but they were facing the sun so they’re all squinting

-they had to physically throw Jeremy into the ocean. It’s so cold. Why.

-michael sits in the sand and watches them all from afar, he doesn’t mind, at least they’re having fun.

-Brooke Christine and Jenna love writing and drawing in the wet sand

- Rich and Jake force chicken fights on everyone.


- watch the tram car please. Watch the tram car please. Watch the tram car please. WATCH THE TRAM CAR-

-they make this the biggest damn joke.

- “GOD JAKE WATCH THE FUCKING TRAM CAR”

-“NO!! CHLOE!! THE TRAM CAR, YOURE SO YOUNG!”

-Christine unironically bought this little toy of the tram car that does indeed come with the famous phrase.

-there’s this ONE damn ice cream store I can’t remember the name of, Mr freezy? Mr frosty? Mr tasty? Whatever it’s good and it has this little jingle that REELS you in every time I swear you hear that song and You’re entranced. The gang has wasted so much money just from hearing that song.

- whenever they go to Atlantic City they write down all the crap they can’t do because they aren’t old enough, they plan on doing them all as a bucket list type thing once they’re ready.

-at Atlantic City they have a ton of small arcades that have??? Coin operated vid games? I’m talking the old shit here guys , like one quarter per game. Jeremy and Michael get so happy when they see jump man and other retro games, they had to be left behind

- “SEAGULL!!” *everyone ducks over their food*

- they usually end it off by riding the ferris wheel at night when it’s lit up, and super pretty. Then they head on home all decked out and ready to sleep for a year.

- I FORGOT TO MENTION that the bathrooms have to be paid for usually. Like I think it was 50 cents to a dollar. So jake keeps asking why the don’t just carry a bottle around to save a buck

Ruin part 2

Requested by @latteshawn PART 2 PART 2 and anonymous: part 2 to ruin?? it was amazing!! part 1

AN: Thank you both for requesting! It felt really good knowing at least two people enjoyed it enough for a second part. I’m going to put out there how hard I’ve tried today to do the Shawn Mendes Accent Challenge, but I’m so technologically challenged it wasn’t working. I’m still going to try and figure out how to post it though because it was a lot of fun. Also, thank you to @ihaveabadreputation for always being up for reading over my imagines. Allison is amazing !


Originally posted by your-local-killjoy

 Sunday had passed incredibly slowly. You kept to yourself the entire day, avoiding your family. Shawn hasn’t texted or called, which was understandable. You just weren’t sure if it was up to you to make the next move. Even if you did, you had no idea what it should entail. It had been less than twenty four hours and you were still very committed to your boyfriend. You hadn’t bothered telling anyone what happened, either. 

Your finger hovers over Shawn’s name in your contacts then moves to your boyfriends. You came to the one conclusion that sounded fair. The only way you’d reach out to Shawn would be to end things with your boyfriend. You didn’t doubt that it was incredibly rushed, but Shawn made you feel things you only heard of in books, or movies. 

The entire idea sounded insane in your head, but you needed to be honest with yourself. ‘Why were you dating your boyfriend?’ ‘How long would you keep loving him so wholeheartedly, waiting for him to open up with his feelings?’ 'Why were you lying to your friends, but more than that, to yourself?' 

High school seemed to be built off drama between friends and relationships. Even though half the couples you came in contact with only talked through social media. Maybe you were waiting for someone to notice that you weren’t invested in your relationship the way you had once been. That didn’t mean you planned for the words to come from Shawn. 

He was the last person you expected to make you think it was ok to end something that wasn’t going anywhere. You had been no better. Even though you never thought of yourself as being in one of those “cliche high school couples” that’s exactly what you were. Chasing someone’s love who didn’t want to give it to you. Why were you making it so hard on yourself when it could be so much easier? 

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A Puck and A Date- JVR

Originally posted by pavszacha

Ok anon gave me free reign of players and I haven’t done a JVR one in a while and I need my fix! Lol! Also check out @nhl-hockey-fanfic! She has a William Nylander 14 parter that is awesome as well!

Warnings: None!

Anon Request: Hey could you do an imagine where a player hits you with a puck and he feels really bad about it and asks you out on a date? The player can be anyone, sorry if that doesn’t make any sense. I love your writing by the way 💙

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              You don’t remember it happening.

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good company;

member- taekook x you

genre- fluff, comedy maybe??

words- 1,558

summary- “1st anniversary celebration + poly!taekook” 

a/n- okay this was totally going to be just a drabble like you requested, anon, but it ended up being too long lol i hope you still like it!! i hope it’s kinda funny and cute!! it’s not much, but hey…

Originally posted by 2suga

It was an agreement between the three of you that your first anniversary would be celebrated all together, with no interruptions- including phones- and just spending some time together. And after a while of bickering and disagreeing, the wonderful idea to go camping awakened.

“Where’s the damn bug spray?” you mumble under your breath, swatting an oddly large mosquito off your calf. “Tae, that was your job. Where did you put it?”

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Leave of Absence

note: reuploaded from a year and a half ago with edits.  (original blog was uyuagashi-fics but someone took my url already lol.)  

In the summer of 2015, BTS released their legendary Dope video, in which Yoongi is seen wearing a military officer outfit, and that drove my imagination into overdrive.  Cue Secret Agent AU.  This was a short piece based on a drabble game I held for my birthday.  The prompt was “weight of the world+secret admirer+Suga.”  

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At first you feel nothing when you’re informed by the unit leader that you’ve been marked down for a mandatory leave of absence.  You think it’s a clerical error because you didn’t submit the request, not when Agent Jung is lying in a coma because of your mistakes.  

“Not an error,” Namjoon shakes his head.  “You’re not allowed on premises or on the field for fifteen calendar days.”  

And that’s when the anger finally sets in.  Because it feels like HQ is not even giving you a chance to right your wrongs.  

“Don’t blame me,” Namjoon says, backing away slightly after handing you your notice. “Thank your partner.”  

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