trail house

Don’t forget…the void really cares about you…

The Void is shaped like a friend.

Yaaay, made this silly thing as a quick project because I had the sads™. Based off of @petite-pumpkin‘s drawing of a Gaster plush because I had to have one.

things to do this summer

i’ve been getting a good amount of requests for fun things to do this summer that don’t require a lot of money so i’ve compiled some of my favorite things into a list :~)

  • paint by numbers - you can pick up these at your local hobby lobby or michaels
  • gardening - buy some flower/veggie seeds at your garden store, find a patch of dirt that gets sun, and you’re in business! plus when flowers bloom you can make little bouquets!! 
  • go thrifting or to local flea markets and set a spending limit - see what you can get on the cheap!
  • learn a new language using a handy app like duolingo
  • find somewhere you can travel locally within an hour or two from your house - hiking trails are free and you get great sights + exercise !
  • film photography - i highly recommend minoltas (holgas are also fun and inexpensive), and you can get these online for relatively low prices. places that develop film are walgreens and sams club
  • take up cooking if you’re decent at it - your parent(s) will probably appreciate it too! i like to browse pinterest and housekeeping websites for good recipes
  • lots of towns have outdoor movies, live music shows, or even shakespeare in the park type events, and these are usually free or v cheap!
  • speaking of the movies, lots of movie theaters will give you matinee price in the evenings if you have a student id
  • redbox has new releases most of the time and it’s only a dollar a day
  • summer is also a good time to re-invent your usual hair/makeup styles so take an afternoon and play with makeup or bleach the ends of your hair if you’re daring!
  • the library also lets you check out a lot of books as well as older movies at once, so stock up on those older films and murder mysteries! (there’s nothing better than a bowl of ripe summer fruit and a mystery)
  • go blueberry, blackberry, peach picking! very fun and you get great fresh fruit out of the deal 
  • journal, write a short story, or fill a notebook with small poems

that’s all i can think of at the moment, but feel free to add more ideas onto this post if you have em!!

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“There is nothing wrong with planning a wedding with a video game character.” STEREK

“Uncle Derek!” the high pitched voice of his nephew Cory said as Derek walked into Laura’s house, Stiles trailing behind him with a plate of cookies, “UNCLE STILES!”

Derek shook his head with a fond smile on his face, he loved how easily his family had accepted Stiles into the fold. 

Stiles handed Derek the cookies and allowed himself to be lead into the living room, Cory chatting away about the old video game consul that Aunt Cora had given him. 

“Hey,” Derek said as he stepped into the kitchen where Laura was chopping tomatoes for the salad.

“Thank god you’re here, Cory has been talking about showing Stiles the Nintendo all day,” Laura said with a sigh, “I swear he’s been planning his wedding to Zelda.”

“There is nothing wrong with planning a wedding with a video game character,” Stiles said from the doorway, “I did the same thing when I was his age.”

Laura rolled her eyes, “There’s still a chance for you to get out of marrying him.”

“Be nice I’m your future brother-in-law AND the only one who will willingly talk to your son about his video games,” Stiles said, taking a tomato slice and popping it into his mouth with a smirk.

“Fine, marry him, but only because Cory likes him,” Laura said with a huff, but Derek could see her fighting back a smile. Laura loved Stiles. He was the only person Derek has ever dated that could keep up with her. 

“And because I do that thing you like with the -,” Stiles started to say but Laura threw a tomato at him which he caught in his mouth. 

“Stiles,” Derek said with a laugh, wrapping an arm around Stiles middle and pulling him to his chest, “Behave.”

“Or what?” Stiles asked, turning his head to look at Derek, “Will you punish me.”

“Oh my god get out of my house,” Laura said, pretending to throw up.

“Don’t leave yet!” Cory said, running into the kitchen, “I have to show you my favorite game.”

“What is it?” Stiles asked with a laugh, looking down at Cory.

“Zelda,” He said with a shy smile.

“Dude that game was my favorite when I was a kid,” Stiles said, slapping Derek on the ass as he followed Cory out of the kitchen and back to the living room.

“You found a good one,” Laura told Derek with a soft smile.

“Yeah, I really did.”


Happy Beginning

Damn this show and how it’s invaded my feelings.  Crying over my cereal this morning.  Sigh.

A morning drabble cause when it hurts, I write.  A little bit of fluffy sexy times for our Captain Swan.

Originally posted by captainswansource

He wakes to the dip of the bed beneath him, sunshine bright against his closed eyelids.  Giving a groan, he rolls and opens his eyes to find an angel sitting beside him.  She smiles, reaching out to lace her fingers with his and he can’t help but lift her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss above the set of rings she now wears.

Wife…she’s his wife and the memory of her in white, walking toward him with a smile on her lips has him grinning from ear to ear.

“What?” she asks, blushing as he presses his smile to the beat of her pulse, trailing his nose after it before dropping their hands back to the bed.

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Originally posted by sugutie

Words: 4,778.

Genre: Hogwarts!AU, fluff.

Summary: Ask any girl that thought Jeon Jungkook was handsome or any boy that thought Jungkook was a god and they would say he smelled like the purest form of any man with a harmonious smell of musk, cedar wood, and oak; like fresh rain that soaked in the middle of a mossy forest, spices, and black coffee – but they couldn’t have been more wrong.

A/N: I have no idea what made me want to write this but it was fun and I’m most definitely thinking of making an au for all the boys.

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Donald Trump...

…wants to take Iraq’s oil.
…is making enemies lists.
…is calling his critics “enemies.”
…is keeping his own security force.
…wants the Army to target civilians.
…would make the Army target civilians.
…wants to expand domestic surveillance.
…wants to make it easier to sue the press.
…wants to cut back our intelligence agencies.
…thinks security takes precedence over privacy.
…is undermining the legitimacy of the court system.
…is threatening journalists for unfavorable reporting.
…is threatening to enact martial law in American cities.
…thinks the 1st Amendment offers too much protection.
…needs the names of people working on climate change.
…needs the names of people working on gender equality.
…offered to “destroy the career” of a Texas state Senator.
…is undermining and telling lies to delegitimize the media.
…only supports transparency when it’s working to his benefit.
…is banning a religion from immigrating to the United States.
…will prevent administration officials from appearing on CNN.
…is going to publish a list of crimes committed by immigrants.
…is appointing unqualified cronies to national cabinet positions.
…is seeking the ability to purge the government of non-loyalists.
…is freezing federal agencies from communicating through twitter.
…is dismantling anti-discrimination protections for at-risk students.
…is showing no regard for the handling of delicate classified information.
…his chief advisor is using her position to push Trump branded products.
…is using his position as President to make money for his businesses.
…needs the names of State Department employees working on extremism.
…is demanding apologies from news organizations that report on WH leaks.
…has fired the acting Attorney General for “betraying the State Department.”
…is completely ignoring communications from the Office of Government Ethics.
…is allowing his chief strategist to destroy or prevent a White House paper trail.
…is presenting “alternative facts” (lying) to the American people.
…is frustrated that he is unable to govern the same way that he ran his businesses.
…is only taking questions from pro-administration news agencies at press conferences.
…wanted to oust all inspectors general to remove ethics oversight over government agencies.
…his policy advisor is warning that the President’s national security policy “will not be questioned.”
…withheld important national security information from the Vice President and the rest of his team.
…his campaign may have been working with another nation to effect the outcome of a democratic election.
…has removed the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff’s permanent seat on the National Security Council.
…has given Steve Bannon, an alt-right white nationalist, a permanent seat on the National Security Council.
…insulted Australia, an ally of the United States, and may have threatened to invade Mexico, also an ally of the United States.
…has planted hand picked supporters in his crowds.
…has given cabinet positions to his campaign donors.
…has undermined the legitimacy of protesters.
…fired advisors who don’t fully support his policies.
…considering quitting the U.N. Human Rights Council.
…rejected intelligence reports that don’t fully support his policies.
…went a full week without attending the Presidential Daily Intelligence Briefing.
…asked the FBI to undermine news reports on the administration’s ties to Russia.
…asked intelligence officials and key Republican lawmakers to counter Russia stories.
…has blocked CNN, The New York Times, the Los Angeles Times, Politico, BuzzFeed, the BBC and the Guardian from participating in a press conference.

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In the Middle

Sorry for the long wait between posts. 
I haven’t had much inspiration :( 
But this little fic involves Dark and Anti, with you caught up between one of their many arguments. 

Warnings: swearing, angst, a little violence
Hope you enjoy! 

Originally posted by marielgum

You opened your eyes, already over today. 
The first day off in ages and you awoke to your walls shaking and the air buzzing with static. 
You couldn’t quite place why, but you strongly believed you weren’t getting the relaxing, lounge-around-the-house day you were hoping for. 

Groaning, you rolled off your bed and stumbled through the house to the kitchen. 
It didn’t faze you in the slightest when a shudder ran through the floor, and the lights overhead flickered. The pressure in the air was heavy as it weighed down on you.
“Ok, who’s here?” You called out impatiently. 
A jittered laugh answered you, followed by a deep grunt and another booming sound that made the windows rattle. 
“Anti! Keep still or it will be worse for you!” You heard a deep voice command. 
You wandered into the kitchen just as Dark stormed in. 
“(Y/N), keep out of this,” Dark warned you. His eyes were completely black and his jaw was clenched. 
“What the hell is going on?” You asked. Another static-y laugh echoed through the room and Dark’s head twitch. 
He,” Dark furiously pointed at the microwave, “Has rubbed my patience to the breaking point. And, like the coward he is, fled here to hide from the consequences.” 
You glanced at your poor microwave, finding the timer was glowing green and flashing ‘HA HA HA HA’ in bright letters. 
You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose to keep yourself from exploding. 

“Why am I always roped into the middle your bullshit?” You snapped impatiently. “Honestly, can’t you two argue like adults?” 
Anti’s face appeared on the TV in the lounge-room, “P̸f̸f̸t̸,̵ ̸w̴h̴a̵t̷ ̷f̷u̸n̴ ̷i̶s̸ ̶t̷h̸a̷t̷?̷” Anti chuckled. “D̷a̸r̴k̸'̶s̸ ̷a̵t̸t̴e̶n̴t̷i̷o̵n̸ ̵s̴p̷a̵n̵ ̷w̵o̶u̷l̶d̵n̶'̴t̵ ̴l̶a̷s̵t̸ ̴t̴w̵o̵ ̴s̷e̴n̸t̸e̶n̷c̶e̸s̵” 
Dark marched into the lounge-room, his lips pulled back in a snarl and his fist raised at Anti’s cocky grin. 
“Wait!” You shouted, diving in front of the TV. “You can’t just go around destroying my stuff, Dark! Thing about what you’re doing!” 
A pair of warm hands gripped your shoulders as Anti appeared behind you. 
“Y̶e̸a̸h̷!̴ ̸T̷h̵i̶n̶k̶ ̴a̴b̶o̵u̶t̵ ̴(̵Y̵/̸N̴)̶’̸s̶ ̷s̶t̴u̷f̶f̶,̶ ̸D̴a̸r̴k̴y̸-̸b̶o̵y̵.̶” Anti half lent his body on you, his sly grin matching the mischievous glint in his eyes. “I̶ ̷d̸o̷n̴’̴t̴ ̷t̸h̷i̴n̷k̷ ̷t̷h̵e̸y̴’̴d̴ ̵a̷p̶p̶r̵e̶c̸i̵a̷t̴e̴ ̸t̶h̵e̴ ̶m̶o̷n̴s̵t̶e̷r̶ ̸t̴h̸a̸t̶ ̶d̸e̵s̴t̷r̵o̶y̵e̸d̴ ̴t̵h̸e̸i̵r̴ ̶h̴o̴m̷e̶.̵” 

Dark made a vicious grab for Anti, narrowly missing your face as the two entities danced around you. 
Dark dashed around you, his hands snatching at Anti’s neck, only to grab air as the man disappeared in a cloud of smoke. His giggling trailed through the house.
You found it difficult to think as Dark’s anger grew. The pressure in the house close to becoming a crushing weight and the world started to glitch and fade as Anti swirled in the electricity. 
“Hey Dark, could you tone it down a bit?” You asked, as your head began to throb. “I can’t focus on anything.” 
“Tell this insect to behave and I’ll take his punishment elsewhere,” Dark hissed bitterly. 
“Anti, for fucks sake just apologize so the two of you can fuck off!” You exclaimed crossly. 
The flickering halted at your words and you felt the  pressure in the air lessen as Dark turned to you. 

This was the first time he had seen you angry. Dark’s witnessed you irritated, impatient with the two of them, but it was close to rare of you telling them to leave without a decent reason. 
Anti stepped out of the TV, standing beside Dark with a sheepish look on his face. 
“I̷ ̵w̸a̴s̴ ̴o̴n̴l̶y̴ ̸p̸l̷a̵y̸i̶n̷g̴,” Anti said. “I̷ ̷d̸i̵d̴n̵’̵t̷ ̴e̵x̸p̸e̵c̷t̷ ̵i̸t̴’̸d̷ ̶a̷n̷n̴o̸y̷ ̷y̸o̴u̴ ̵s̸o̸ ̵m̷u̷c̷h̶.” 
You sighed, yet again, and shook your head. “The two of you are a handful. But next time the two of you fight, unless one of you is about to die or be killed, don’t drag me into it. I can only take so much perception fucking and my hair cannot take all this static your producing, Anti.” 
The two grinned and nodded. “Alright, we’ll play by your rules, Kitten.” 
“Thank you,” You said. 
Anti went to speak but Dark’s fist crashing into his stomach killed his words as the green haired entity doubled over, gasping.
You raised an eyebrow, “Happy now?” 
Dark fixed his tie and smoothed his suit jacket, “I am content.”

Every time someone knocks on her door, *Khadijah panics, unable to move. She wonders if this is it, the day ICE will arrest her for being undocumented and deport her to the country she left as a child more than 15 years ago. She can’t breathe, knowing the life she has worked so hard to build for herself can be taken away in the few seconds it would take her to open the door.

Everyday conversations put a knot in her stomach, her fear forcing her to make gut decisions about who to trust—the Uber driver asking her where’s she from after hearing her accent; the man she’s dating when he asks her questions about her life; acquaintances when they ask why she is so nervous around the police. “Delivery!” yells the UPS man as he leaves a package at her door. Khadijah waits until she hears his van drive away before she allows herself to breathe. She’s safe—for now.

Khadijah is not just undocumented. She’s Black. There are approximately 565,000 Black undocumented immigrants across the country who are erased from the (non-black)Latinx-dominated immigration conversation despite being disproportionately targeted by both the criminal justice and immigration systems. The racial profiling, tougher sentencing, and mass incarceration of Black people makes it so we are detained and deported at disproportionately higher rates than non-Black immigrants.

Hidden in plain sight, our stories are erased and we disappear in the deportation machine without anyone checking twice. This isn’t new. We experienced this under the Obama administration, some of us blindsided as our first Black president strengthened the brutal deportation machine and deported more immigrants than any other president. The current administration and its followers have openly spewed hate, racism, and xenophobia from the campaign trail to the White House. It is not a matter of “if” more of us will be impacted, it is a matter of “when.”

texts from last night! meme

[text] Does me being hung over take away from how professional I can be today?

[text] The bar would not accept my money. I have reached God status here

[text] He was very considerate of my needs, he offered me pizza before and after.

[text] I asked him for something to clean up with after sex and he handed me a sham wow. A SHAM WOW

[text] So I was putting on a condom and looked to my right to not make eye contact, she said did you just look at the American flag while putting that on. I said this one’s for Team USA.

[text] He gave me the “find somebody who wants to date you for who you are” speech while I walked around the house asking people for pants.

[text] I will show up on your front porch in a wet t shirt and some mac and cheese

[text] I just got high off one hit and then Spent 20 minutes inspecting the gasket of our refrigerator and researching ways to replace it

[text] Seriously. I’m like, “Wait, we are actually talking about physics in the middle of sex and its ACTUALLY erotic because you’re so fucking intelligent I’m turned on?”

[text] Hyyypothetically, what would you do if you happened to see my boobs on the internet?

[text] He fucked me so hard my nail polish actually chipped. I’m keeping him.

[text] I’m making poor life decisions again. Tune in tomorrow to see how much I hate life.

[text] It’s a lube slip n slide down the hallway now. Details later.

[text] Just woke up with an entire pack of Oreos in my cheetah onesie. I’ve been waiting for this moment forever.

[text] Lesson learned. Don’t roleplay with a real knife.

[text] We got drunk and crashed a fifty year old woman’s birthday party for the food. Whoops.

[text] He asked me if I wanted to blow his whistle and proceeded to pull out an actual whistle.

[text] I woke up this morning with 3 phone numbers, a red Chinese New Year envelope with cash in it, and a winning scratcher all stuffed in my bra. I’d say it was a pretty successful Thursday night.

[text] I’m wearing sunglasses around my house. Douchebag status. The hangover is real.

[text] He’s like… An octopus that touches my vagina in all these diff ways at the right times. It’s almost unsettling

[text] I was orgasming and dying of laughter at the same time. I think I’ve found the One.

[text] Do me a favor I want you to reach down the front of your pants and underwear and just feel around for a while… if you happen to find your balls then join us

[text] i just walked into a room at this party and someone yelled “dibs!”…

[text] and then she said I drew a line on her forehead with my cum and whispered “Simba”

[text] so I was just driving high and I stopped to let a pinecone cross the road because I thought it was a hedgehog.

[text] Sex on bubble wrap = best decision ever.

[text] Your lack of great college experience of margaritas and foam parties scares me

[text] We get an extra hour of sleep. That means we can take an extra shot tonight. Sounds logical. Thank you daylight savings.

[text] when someone at the bar asked you a question all you knew how to say was “chug-a-lug”

[text] There’s a girl in class eating a pumpkin pie. Like a whole pie straight from the pan with a fork.

[text] Apparently I taped knives to my hands and made everyone call me wolverine

[text] My house smells like bleach. Also, I do not feel bad about all the stuff I stole from the hospital while I was there.

[text] He told me he loved me. I didn’t know what to say so i just squirted the baby oil at him

[text] Get here, there are important joints to be smoked and pies to be eaten

[text] Can I even tell you how badly I want a day that is just on and off napping and sex with intermittent snack breaks? Because I want that day very badly.

[text] He came so hard that he yelled what sounded like a spell from Harry Potter.

[text] we were both freshly single and using each other as rebounds. most intense sex I’ve ever had. i felt like a grizzly bear emerging from hibernation in a whirlwind of sexual fury

[text] I need a drink and a shade of lipstick that will put the fear of God in a man’s heart.

[text] When was the last time you wore pants?

[text] I’ve replaced you with thin mints and masturbation

[text] Tuesday Boozeday turned into What-the-fuck-were-you-thinking Wednesday real fast.

[text] Have you ever had chicken nuggets while high? Because it tastes like hearing the Beatles for the first time

[text] Being able to fart in my own house is like 90% of why I pay rent

[text] We played Rock Paper Scissors to see who would have to go down on the other person.

[text] I just accidentally showed an old lady a pic of my penis while showing her cat pics. So how’s your day going?

[text] I found a door knob in my purse this morning, I hope whoever it belonged to doesn’t need it today.

[text] We go out, we get drunk, we watch Star Wars, we pass out. What’s wrong with this tradition?

[text] all i’ve had to eat today is leftover bday cake and a shot of tequila.

[text] Pretty sure the guy I hooked up with Saturday gave me a buy one get one free coupon for chipotle. Who said nice guys don’t exist?

[text] Apparently nothing brings out sympathy in a barista like asking if they have a hangover special

[text] And when I feel bad about myself I go to the library and suck my pen over an open book, counting the seconds until a guy sits across from me and tries to get my attention

[text] This is a mass text to all my friends. Whoever gets this first, please find me and confiscate my phone immediately. I am far too high to have it. Even if you have to punch me in my face to get it. Otherwise, let the “High While Analyzing Disney Movies” texts begin.

[text] Seriously insulted!! You can not share my dick pick with your gay brother. He won’t quit poking me on fb

[text] I am trying to think of a way to make alcohol cupcakes

[text] One of us needs to be functional tomorrow and it won’t be me. I’m drinking liquor out of a fishbowl.

[text] You pulled the fire alarm because you had to shit and there was someone in the bathroom. you said you needed privacy

[text] im guessing your the one that tried to make bacon in the toaster

[text] just smoked a blunt while listening to nsync. i now know what my childhood was missing.

[text] I just made out with a girl with a life jacket on wtf is going on

[text] Let’s play a little game called “Chill the Fuck Out” - you’re our first contestant

[text] Didn’t get laid. But got a free pie from a waitress. A whole pie.

[text] I am swimming in semen. He must have been holding it in for a special occasion.

[text] you should buy a sheep. A) you get an awesome pet. B) free coat

[text] tonight is going to be epic. can you pre-book an ambulance?

[text] We thought you were crowd-surfing until we realized it was the bouncers throwing you out

[text] maybe tonight we can turn coloring into a drinking game

[text] i think its awesome that according to your mom i’m your friend that caught on fire.

[text] So fucked up. Can’t tell if I’m starving or about to puke. Playing it safe and eating froot loops. Tasty in, colorful out.

[text] I just saw a hobo ride by on a unicycle. Good day.

[text] Vodka is such a love hate relationship.

[text] you traded sex for a burrito?

[text] I made a game called come to class high and eat nachos.

[text] You decided to make a porno with gummy bears and things went downhill from there.

[text] it’s not a party till someone uses the fire extinguisher.

[text] You’re always adorable, but when you’re drunk, you’re like Chia Pet adorable.

[text] this kid just offered me adderall in exchange for my meal points. college at its finest

[text] I was cleaning up my drunken mess and I found my ID in a cereal box

[text] I am now the proud owner of a 10-12 year old’s Optimus Prime costume from Walmart. Tomorrow is going to be a good day.

[text] It’s like eating cereal and milk but instead of cereal it’s gummy bears and instead of milk it’s vodka.

[text] You leave a trail of fuck everywhere you go

[text] Scott woke me up by cracking a beer open in my face. Best friends are awesome.

[text] we woke up to him feeding us cheetos at 3am. and by feeding i mean shoving them in our mouths and saying “i mean who doesn’t like cheetos”

[text] quit making up holidays to get me to go drinking with you

[text] I left a cheeto on everyone’s car trailing to the house i’m at, hanzel and gretel style.

[text] Just got a event reminder on my phone to never party with you again.

[text] nobody understood you. You kept speaking french and hiding shit in your boobs

[text] When I came home you were using a glowstick to eat peanut butter from the jar.

[text] kinda considering buying a life alert for sophomore year

[text] My phone auto-corrects smirnoff to poisoned. I think it is trying to tell me something.

[text] Anywhere you can eat green eggs and ham, you can have sex.

[text] you were running down the aisles of wal mart singing ‘follow the yellowbrick road’. i’m pretty sure you thought the night shift workers were the munchkins & started crying when they wouldnt help u find the wizard. needless to say u were pretty stoned/wasted

[text] It’s like the only way I know how to apologize is by giving a blow job.

[text] did you by any chance leave me that 7 minute long voicemail of you running and constantly tripping into bushes?

[text] The world would be so much better with thought bubbles.

[text] I love taking my adderall while im in class! As soon as I take the pill out everyone around me just stares in envy!

[text] You handed some guy a spoon you found, he yelled SPOON GAME, and then the two of you spent the next 20 minutes throwing spoons all over the kitchen.

[text] I just told a dude I hooked up with last night he was the pick of the litter.

[text] So I woke up today with someone’s door knob in my pocket. I hope everybody else got out of the house ok.

[text] So we successfully lit our bathtub on fire. Thought you should know.

[text] Because when I say 'You shouldn’t drink anymore’, she hears, 'I personally challenge you to chug 3 more mixed drinks’

[text] okay, this game isn’t funny anymore. tell us where all the forks are.

[text] The lack of pants and amount of productivity in my life right now is amazing.

[text] when i start to cry when i lose at mario kart is when you should put me to bed

[text] so apparently the car got towed with me passed out in the back seat.

[text] You closed the sidewalk off to pedestrians last night. With a glitter covered safety cone

[text] never. drinking. again.

[text] I’m gonna get drunk and through up on the first happy couple I see.

[text] got some bad news about ur virginity. she didnt make it thru the night

[text] I need a good reason NOT to eat this entire jar of nutella right now

[text] i’m out of smokes so i just had an after sex popsicle. this might become an addiction.

[text] Yeah I think we tried to use the shower curtain as a parachute because its tied to my backpack with some string. Dont know if anyone actually attempted it though.


Word Count: 1316

Warnings: fluff, Y/N and Jughead are out of high school my dudes so it’s cute

A/N: I really liked this request, someone requested I do one where they are out of high school. I’m pretty sure they wanted them to have kids and such but hey, what’s the rush. I made them right out of high school and I think it’s adorable

    Light poured into the room through the curtains and shined on the bed, illuminating Jughead and Y/Ns faces. Jughead groaned, tightening his hold on Y/Ns waist, pulling her closer to him. She slowly opened her eyes, stretching slightly and looked around for her phone to check the time. When it was no where to be found, she relaxed back into the bed. Judging by the orangey tones of light lighting up the room, she assumed it must have been early in the morning.

    “Juggie?” Y/Ns voice softly sang, trying to wake the raven haired boy next to her. He took his hand that was wrapped around her waist and slowly started running his fingers through her hair.

    “Are you trying to put me back to sleep?” Y/N giggled, and Jughead opened one eye, a small smirk taking shape on his face.

    “Depends, is it working?” he asked, his voice low and raspy. Y/N rolled her eyes and cupped his cheek.

    “Nope. Sorry Jones.” she teased, and his eyes fluttered shut once more. His hand flew from her hair back to her waist and he pulled her into him once again.

    “Well you should go back to sleep.” he mumbled, sleep slowly taking him away from the conscious world once again. “Or at least lay in bed with me.”

    “We have things we have to do today, there’s no time to just lay in bed.” she murmured, doing her best not to let sleep take her too. Between the cozy white sheets that were drowning her and Jughead, the lack of sleep she had gotten that night, and the warmth and closeness of Jugheads body that she adored so much, she almost fell asleep right then and there, but the responsibilities of that day were nagging her.

    “Come on Juggie, let’s get up.” she said, sitting up and throwing the covers off them. Jughead grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her down onto the mattress again, she bounced against it with a laugh. Before she could get up and escape, he quickly climbed on top of her, and laid on her.

    “Juggie! Get off of me!” she laughed, trying her best to move him.

    “Not until you agree to lay in bed with me…” he said, and she sighed.

    “We can’t though, trust me I wish we could.” she whispered, drawing lazy circles on his back. “But you’ve got your interview for your new novel today-”

    “I can do it another time.” Jughead interrupted, dead set on laying in bed with Y/N for the rest of the day.

    “No you can’t.” she chuckled. “You’re a big time writer now, you’ve got to get used to these interviews and such. We aren’t in high school anymore, our days of laying in bed, watching old movies all day every day are behind us.”

    “We graduated a few months ago, I don’t think we have to jump right into adulthood.” he teasingly argued, lifting his head to look at Y/N.

    “Oh I definitely agree, one hundred percent.” she giggled, nodding her head. “I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to fully jump into adulthood, all I’m saying is that we’ve got some responsibilities to take care of today, and then after wards we can lay in bed and watch movies all we want.” she smiled up at the messy haired boy beaming down at her, and he rolled his eyes and kissed her.

    “Fine. Will you be coming to my interview?” he asked. “I mean you are a very important character in my novel, being the narrators love interest and all.” he said, leaning his forehead against hers.

    “Id love to, but-” she was cut off by a kiss, and when Jughead pulled away, she was met with pleading eyes.

    “No buts, please come watch. I’d feel a lot better if you’d come, I mean you helped me through all of this. You were the only one who totally believed in me.” he begged, and Y/N sighed.

    “I’ll have to call Betty and Veronica and ask if I can switch our brunch plans to just normal lunch plans.” she said, and Jugheads face lit up.

    “Anyways won’t it be fun to see your man brag about how he solved the Jason Blossom murder case and wrote a book all at the same time.” he whispered in her ear, earning a giggle from Y/N.

    “Oh definitely, and then I can swoop in and tell them that all the actual solving of the case was done by me.” she joked, grabbing his face and pulling him down for another kiss.

    “So not true though,” he said in between kisses, one hand on the bed next to her head to stabilize himself and the other running through her hair. She pulled away and stared lovingly up into his eyes.

    “A little true, it was like half and half.” she said and he rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, you know that’s true! You even wrote it in your book.” she laughed.

    “Okay okay, you got me there.” he said, laying back down next to her. She turned on her side so she was facing him, and she stared up at the boy she loved so much.

    “I can’t believe high school is over.” she whispered, and he looked down at her.

    “Yeah, its crazy. I mean, we both decided college was a no go, which means, we are done with school. We are now adults…” he trailed off, staring at the ceiling. For a few minutes, they sat in silence, thinking and enjoying each others company. “We moved out, and we are starting a new chapter of our life.” he said.

    “There’s no one Id rather start my new chapter with.” Y/N said softly, and Jughead pulled her up so her head was laying on his chest.

    “There’s no one I’d rather start with either. As long as I have you, I know that I can get through anything that life throws at me. I mean hell, look at what you’ve helped me with already. I was a misunderstood, bullied, homeless, damages kid, and then you came around and you did things no one else would. You loved me, you took care of me, you stood up for me, you believed in me, and now I have a published book, a book tour, a house….” he trailed off again, holding Y/N tighter. “I have a life I’m proud of, and I owe it to you.” he whispered, and Y/N sat up and kissed him.

    “You’ve helped me too, Juggie. In more ways than you know. I love you.” she said, pulling away. Jughead opened his his mouth to respond, but just then Y/Ns phone went off, making them both jump. Y/N scrambled to the edge of the bed, and reached under it patting around until she touched cold glass. She pulled it up, and realized it was just an alarm. She turned it off, and looked at the time, jumping out of bed.

    “Oh god, Juggie, you’re going to be late! It’s 8:30 and you’re supposed to be there in an hour!” she yelled, running to the closet to look for something to wear.

    “So, we have an hour.” he said, dragging himself out of bed.

    “It takes about 45 minutes to get there, plus it’s downtown so we have to find parking!” She ran out of the closet with a white button up and a tie, and she threw them at him. “Get dressed.” she yelled as she started back for the closet. Jughead grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him, and kissed her head.

    “Relax, if I miss this one then so be it.” he smiled. “There’s no need to rush, we’ve still got the rest of our lives.”

Originally posted by elizabethscooper

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Bitten (Baekhyun x Reader)

Originally posted by flesss


Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Description: You and Baekhyun encounter something in the forest and it leaves you confused if Baekhyun is really telling the truth.

Genre: Smut // Fluff // Slight Angst

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

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That might’ve been the fifth time a groan escaped out of Byun Baekhyun’s body interrupting you as you read. You try not to get annoyed with your friend as you fold the corner of the book to keep your place. If he was going to put a pause on your reading with all his groaning it was better to find out what the problem was sooner than later.

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aqours injury hc’s

chika: kinda clumsy and reckless as a kid; has probably broken at least three bones among her arms and legs. likes to joke about it and reference her accidents in conversation. her favorite accident is the time she got mikan juice in her eyes

riko: too indoors-y for much injury and pretty careful with prevention but also prone to some bad bad illness by virtue of accidentally neglecting hazards like the freezing ocean. may have been bitten by a dog

you: shares several Incidents with chika, but gets injured slightly less thanks to muscle reinforcement. she does hit her head on the side of the pool while doing laps tho, and probably had some judo-related accidents

kanan: scrapes n scratches but like. her joints and stuff are all fine. very careful, Strong, takes care of herself to take care of everybody else. 

mari: fell off her horse at least once. possibly been attacked by other animals but nothing too bad, and also she had that one ankle injury that Changed Everything. does more dangerous things after joining aqours but manages to avoid serious injury somehow. cuts her fingers on bills

dia: probably sprained both her ankles while jumping from high places. gets her fingers cut on string instruments, papers and kitchenware. the only person in aqours to have managed to bruise both of her palms at once

hanamaru: worst that’s ever happened to her is dropping a stack of hardbound books on her toes or tongue burns or someth. sometimes she’s tempted to do something like chika and you but then she hears kanan in her conscience and she thinks again.

ruby: dia and maru are very careful to make sure nothing bad happens to ruby, but one time while sewing she pricked her finger bad enough for blood to drip and trail around the house a bit while looking for help. dia, having cried for only five minutes, handled the incident relatively well, ruby thinks

yoshiko: thanks to horrible luck and dramatic, reckless tendencies, everything’s happened to yoshiko. in particular she’s burned her hands on candles and stoves and has probably given herself mild food poisoning. somehow she’s still brimming with vitality

anonymous asked:

draco, how do you deal with harry being on mission away for months at a time?

Harry: *dramatic* He wallows in misery.

Draco: *stiffly* Au contraire, I have a gala time.

Harry: *crestfallen* What…

Draco: You heard me. There’s nobody to lay right on top me and crush me in bed, nobody who trails mud into the house, nobody leaving dozens of pairs of socks under the sofa cushions, nobody to add random piles of things into the grocery cart–

Harry: *sighs sadly*

Draco: *voice cracking* –nobody to eat with, nobody to bicker with, nobody to cuddle with on the sofa, nobody to hold me when I have a nightmare, nobody to kiss good morning– *slightly stricken* So I– I wallow in misery, yes.

Harry: *glomps*


Originally posted by anarchynegan

You stood at the highest viewpoint on the stairs, slyly ease dropping the intense conversation between your father and the ruthless Negan. The man made you shake in your boots from both fright and excitement. One of your first encounters with him was when he was humiliating your father in front of the rest of The Saviors which caused your immediate instinct to be furious. His response was, “Damn, what a fucking little vixen you are. How about we go upstairs while my people scare the literal shit out of your people. I even bet you’re a real freak if you know what I mean.”

You peeked over the railing of the stairs until Negan’s eyes met yours making you instantly retreat behind a wall in embarrassment.

“Rick, it looks like you motherfucking lied out your tongue to me. Your precious baby girl is up there ease dropping on our conversation, she’s not out hunting like you stated,” His chocolate brown eyes flickered over yours with lust as you stood at the top of the stairs in your silk pajamas with widened eyes knowing you were caught in the act. 

“Why the hell would you lie to me, Ricky boy?” He shot a deadly glare at your father who’s eyes transferred towards you with a look imbedded with worry.

“I..I just..” Rick answered hesitantly, swallowing deeply.

Negan’s dark chuckle rang throughout your ears, a smug expression plastered across is bearded face. “What’s wrong, doll? Pussycat got your tongue?”

“Preying on other groups daughter’s isn’t exactly the most negotiable thing to be doing as a leader. Oh, right, you’re a tyrant. “ The words flicked off your tongue proudly as you smirked with a hand placed on your curved hip.

You noticed his tongue lick the inside of his cheek before chuckling at your reply in amusement. “Sweetheart, for your information, it isn’t exactly preying on someone if they’re upstairs watching you all hot and bothered.”

Rick clenched his jaw angrily at the disrespect Negan brought upon you. The way his eyes traveled along your figure hungrily and the way he spoke to you with such filth made your father want to strangle him to death at that very moment. You felt ashamed you didn’t feel offended. You couldn’t wait for the moment your father left you two alone.

 “What the hell do you want again? You have all of our shit and probably other group’s shit too, and my daughter sure as hell isn’t on that list.” He hissed with clenched fists.

Negan raised his eyebrows with a chuckle. “Rick, I suggest you watch your fucking tone while I’m in the same room as your daughter. I mean, that calls for a punishment. You wouldn’t like if I did this..”

You immediately felt goosebumps form along your exposed skin as he wrapped his arm around your small shoulder, his large rough like hand rubbing your bare arm slowly causing you to bite your bottom lip at the innocent friction that felt so pleasant to you.

“I’ll do whatever you want, just fucking stop.” Rick barked as his chest rose up and down furiously, his eyes beginning to turn darker in anger. Even though it was an innocent touch, to your father it was just like Negan removing your clothes and having sex with you.

Negan grinned happily knowing he could make your father do anything for him if he used he played his children against him, and just like that he’d turn right to putty in his hands like always.

“I was hoping you’d say that. I just want one simple request,” He responded nonchalantly, happily twirling Lucille in his hand.

“Prepare us a nice home cooked meal. I know you got all that good shit around here. I’d like some lemonade too. Not too sweet, not too sour.”

He watched your father swallow his pride and waltz towards the dining room until Negan’s voice stopped him. “And Rick, hurry the fuck up. I’m starving.”

You pursed your lips, “Don’t you have bitches back at your slave house that’s willing to sleep with you and cook for you?”

Surprisingly, Negan didn’t bat an eye as he led you out of the door without your father knowing. He was actually calm which frightened you.

Your breathing became uneven as he quickly pushed you against the side of the building with his hands resting above your head; trapping you.

“Kitten, what’s your fucking problem speaking to me that way?”

Tyrant.” You smirked as you leaned in, feeling his warm breath radiate against your skin.

He growled angrily as he squeezed your hands which were pinned above you, pressing his lips against yours.

You ran your fingers through his dark locks, returning the favor as you kissed back, trading places as you pushed him forcefully against the brick building.

“Is this why you gave me so much attitude, darling? You wanted this?” You felt his hands grip your hips.

“Just don’t tell my father, Negan.” You pleaded as you chewed on the inside of your cheek anxiously.

“Course not. Wait here a moment.” You watched as his combat boots made a trail towards the house which made your stomach churn.

“Rick, looks like I’m not starving anymore. By the way, your daughter is a damn good kisser.” He smirked in satisfaction as he winked at you.

Originally posted by smuttwd