ugh her face in the end

No, Wait, You Got it All Wrong

You know what there’s not enough of? Canon compliant future fic where Stiles is a cop and he runs into Derek again. What’s that you say? There’s a ton of that?? Yes, true, but NOT ENOUGH.

“…. so then he says, ‘No, Officer, I swear to God this is the first time I’ve ever smoked up! I’ve never been in trouble with the law in my life! And I say, Billy, my man, you’ve been in trouble with me personally twice this month.” Stiles snorts at the memory. “Kid was so fucking high.”

Amanda must be halfway past tipsy, because she laughs uproariously into her beer at the mediocre punchline.

Stiles smiles. He’s satisfied with her reaction, with the warm murmur of the bar, with the buzz he’s got going… with just about everything, actually. After tonight, he’s looking at two full days off before he’s back on the beat, and the night’s still young. He leans back in his chair and takes a pull of his beer, savoring it.

Amanda glances towards the bar, probably considering a fourth round, and then visibly perks up as something near the front catches her eye.

“Oooh, Stiles,” she croons. “Look over at the door, like, just glance over.” She’s adjusted her gaze down at the table now, faking casual disinterest. Badly.

Stiles raises his eyebrows at her.

“This dude just walked in, he’s so your type,” she hisses. “C’mon, look! I’m telling you, six feet two inches of ‘yes, please, give it to me’ muscles, with some salt-and-pepper scruff icing. Unff.”

“Eh,” Stiles says, tipping his weight forward to hunch over the table. It’s not that he isn’t interested, exactly, but this is a cop bar and he doesn’t want to shit where he eats. Metaphorically.

“No, really,” Amanda insists. “He's… oh my God, he’s looking over here. He’s looking at you. Oh my God, Stiles, he’s coming over here!”

“No, he isn’t,” Stiles scoffs. He’s filled out a bit from high school and he’s finally competent at styling his hair, but he’s not that hot. Only Amanda’s sitting straight like a rod, eyes fixed on a point behind him that’s about where a six foot two man’s eyes would be.


He turns then, shooting to his feet before his brain’s quite caught up, because that voice is familiar like the back of his own hand.

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anonymous asked:

"You dont want me" ladynoir

Ladybug sat at the top of the Eiffel Tower, her head in her hands, wondering how she could have possibly screwed things up SO badly. 

She heard the light footfall of her partner landing behind her. She couldn’t say she was surprised, he had never been one to leave her to stew in her own misery. 

“So…” he drawled, coming and sitting beside her, “that was an interesting broadcast today.” 

“It was a disaster,” she moaned, still not looking up at him, “I should just throw myself off this tower and put myself out of my misery.” 

“Oh come on, it’s not as bad as all that,” Chat said, patting her awkwardly on the back. 

She turned and glared at him. “It was a live stream, Chat! LIVE! It’s out there. Right now!” 

“True,” he conceded, nodding his head, “but it’s not like you said anything horrible. It was kinda cute actually.” 

“You don’t understand,” she moaned, slumping over so until she was curled up in his lap, “I’ve ruined everything! What sort of an idiot starts babbling about their crush on a live broadcast.” 

“Well, apparently you,” Chat said with a light laugh, cautiously reaching forward to play with the ends of her hair, “and about half of the rest of the known world. It could be a lot worse buginette.” 

“Do you think there is a chance he didn’t see it?” she asked hopefully, looking up at her partner’s thoughtful expression. 

He gave her a pitying smile. “I think you’re pretty much out of luck their bugaboo. You already have a ship name and everything. It’s trending on twitter.” 

“Ugh, that’s terrible,” she groaned, curling up tighter and burying her face against his leg. 

“I don’t know,” Chat teased, “I thought Ladrien had kind of a nice ring to it.” 

“This can’t be happening,” she moaned. 

“Hey, come on. What’s this really about? Is it really going to be so awful for the guy to know you like him? He might be flattered.” 

“It’s not that,” Ladybug said softly, “I mean, it’s MORE than that. I haven’t even told him I liked him- as myself, my not Ladybug self I mean. And now… let’s say he does feel flattered? That just means I have made myself my own competition! And it’s not like I can just go up to him and be like: Hey, by the way I’m Ladybug and, as you already know, I’m totally in love with you! Want to date me now?” 

“Oh god,” Chat said with a sudden sense of horror, “there are going to be so many desperate fangirls trying to do that.” 

“I didn’t even think about that! If he didn’t before he’s definitely going to hate me now. I might be the only person in the world who can simultaneously confess to her crush and make it harder for him to notice me!”  

“You really are one of a kind there bugaboo,” Chat said giving her another reassuring pat on the shoulder. 

“And what if this puts him in danger? I mean I might as well have stamped a butterfly tattoo across his back saying property of Ladybug, please exchange for one miraculous!” 

“Please don’t do that. I am told that models need to be very particular about what they put on their skin.” 

“It’s not funny. What if I honestly made him a target?”

“Hey,” Chat said “I promise you, if anything happens I will be the first person on the scene.” 

“Thanks,” she said gratefully, reaching up and catching his hand in her own.

“So, you’re in love with the model boy,” Chat said softly, rubbing his thumb absently against the back of her hand, “gotta say I didn’t see that one coming.” 
“Yeah well, it’s not like it really matters anymore,” she sighed, “it’s not like it would ever happen.” 

He scoffed at her, rolling his eyes theatrically to show his clear contempt for her pessimism. “So tell me My Lady,” he asked shifting slightly so that he could look down at her with a playful smile, “what is it that you see in this guy anyways?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” 

“You don’t want me, so clearly you aren’t after the guy for his looks,” Chat said wiggling his eyebrows flirtatiously. 

“No,” Ladybug laughed, “although they don’t hurt.” 

“Why My Lady, was that you finally admitting that you find me attractive?” 

“You’ve always been attractive and you know it,” she said reaching up and flicking his bell. “As you can see I’ve just had my attentions elsewhere.” 

“Oh so this is a long standing attachment then? How long have you been dreaming of being M’Lady Agreste?” he teased poking her lightly on the nose. 

“Almost from the first day I met him. It will be two years next week,” she said softly. 

“The start of school,” Chat murmured, “you know him then?” 

“yeah,” she admitted reaching blindly around to catch his other hand and pull him to her like a security blanket. “We were in the same class in college and we still have a few classes together now. Plus our friends are dating so we hang out a lot.” 

“You two are close then,” Chat said a little breathlessly, “that… well that certainly clears things up.” 
“Yeah,” Ladybug said, “it’s not just some creepy celebrity crush. I mean, it kind of was that too. I have like 2 dozen photos of him plastered on my wall that I used to practice talking to because for the longest time I could barely string a sentence together around him, it was kind of embarrassing. I got over it eventually, but by that point I didn’t really have the heart to take the pictures down.” 

Chat gave her a warm smile. “I can see it now, you stuttering and tripping and shooting the poor confused boy adorable awkward smiles before running off in the opposite direction.” 

“Shut up,” Ladybug said but she couldn’t help grinning at her partners soft tone and fond smile. “I got better.” 

“I know.” He raised one of her hands to his lips and gave her a delicate kiss. “So you still haven’t told me what you see in this guy,” he challenged, “If I am getting demoted to your rebound choice I deserve to know what I am up against,” he said slyly. 

“He’s kind,” Ladybug smiled, filling with warmth as she thought about her love. “He always wants to see the best in people,and he… he is just good, you know? The kind of goodness that doesn’t come from ignorance or being sheltered, but that has seen pain and and heartache and loss and yet still chooses to be good. 

“That is high praise indeed My Lady.” 

“You aren’t going to make fun of me for this?” 

“No My Lady. If anything I am going to love you more for it.” 

She gave him another grateful smile before sitting up. The sun had begun to set and she knew she should be getting home. She probably had a dozen of so missed calls from Alya waiting for her. 

“Well who knows,” she said attempting to be flippant. “Maybe he’ll finally just reject me and I will change my mind about you Kitty.” 

“Wouldn’t that be a twist,” Chat laughed climbing to his feet and offering her his hand to help her up as well. 

“It would probably be for the best,” she sighed. “It’s not like we can be together. Not with Hawkmoth still on the loose. There is too much at stake. And I don’t know if I could bear having to hide my identity in a relationship.” 

Chat grinned again. “You are very wise My Lady.” 

“Mostly I am just telling myself that so I can feel better,” she admitted and was rewarded with a loud melodious laugh. 

“You know,” he said, eyes twinkling “you are probably right. Clandestine meetings, midnight makeout sessions, it’s probably better to hold out for the real thing.” 


“Besides, I hate to break it to you My Lady but I have a sinking feeling that #Ladrien is not to be.” 

“And why is that Kitty?” 

“Well,” Chat said looking out at the sunset, “not to be the bearer of bad news but I have it on very good authority that your lover is very much spoken for.” 

“oh?” Ladybug said trying not to let her disappointment show. 

“Yes, completely and hopelessly in love. Someone at his school in fact.” 

“And who is this mystery girl?” she asked. 

“It’s right on the tip of my tongue,” Chat said his eyes glittering with something she couldn’t quite name, “it will come to me. I’ll have to tell you next time I see you.” 

“Well thanks for the heads up,” she said leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek, “and thanks for cheering me up.” 

“Always My Lady. I should probably get heading home myself.” he pulled out his staff and and extended it. 

“Oh,” he said, shooting her a final grin as prepared to depart, “I do remember one thing.”
“And what’s that?” 

“The mystery girl, I knew there was something about her that I found particularly delectable.” 

“And what is that?” 

“Her parent’s own a bakery.”  

anonymous asked:

Top 5 fav cophine moments :)

sorry this took me so long, but i wanted to add gifs…aaand i’m doing 6 bc i’m absolute trash and couldn’t narrow it down. so here we go:

6. when delphine is saying goodbye, and knows it could very well be the last time she ever sees cosima. i love love evelyne in this scene bc she really looks like she’s trying to memorize every single bit of cosima’s face, and ugh wow.

5. ummmmmm this kiss. bc of delphine’s hand….like??? need i say more?

4. i’m pretty sure this is going to be a flashback, and we haven’t even seen it yet, but…..omfg. this is….thirsty delphine? i am deceased. i have literally rewatched the s5 trailer a million fucking times bc this is so hot i cannot handle it.

3. SMOOTH OPERATOR COSIMA!!! obviously one of everyone’s favorite moments, but i love love this so much. especially bc of the way delphine ends up leaning against the table, like it just really confirms her as a top™….as if we did not already know.

2. controversial, but, the break up. listen. cosima’s small, “i love you” with her puppy eyes was so traumatizing, i cried for 30 minutes. and then! delphine dramatically breaks down in the middle of the hallway, increasing my heartache tenfold. they were both so amazing in the scene, god it’s just so sad.

1. delphine climbs into bed with cosima to keep her warm. this scene really got me bc first we have cosima’s blurry vision seeing delphine strip down in front of her, and her face is like, “is this real? am i dead already?” like she literally cannot believe her eyes. so that already had me emotional, but then delphine’s face when she looks down at cosima i just like…really lost it?? she looks at her with such care and reverence, like she’s just in complete awe of her. i really cannot believe they made me wait an entire season for this, but tbh it was worth it.

i love them so much, honestly i’m so glad i waited to binge watch this series bc i really could not have survived the hiatus between seasons lmao. they compliment each other so well, i just really want them to be happy. lord knows they deserve it.

Not okay.

Hellooo. You guys have literally like stopped talking to me. But it’s okay. Fine! I am mad at you all. Btw the drama queen Harry is still not coming to my country. Let me die now bitch!

As I am much hurt right now, i present you some drama. Enjoy!

Not everyone in this world gets a chance to work with Harry styles, but you being a lucky one did. You worked with Harry as a songwriter, even though Harry didn’t require one but he still wanted a helping hand. And here you were working with the most passionate and dedicated you’ve ever met. 

No doubt Harry was such a sweet heart and respectful when it came to ladies. But with you he was kinda different, not in a bad way though. He sill respected you a lot but he was more like pf a buddy with you. Like pals. And you loved it. Loved the fact that this Harry was only yours. The frank, open and chill out Harry unlike the one with Kendall or other of his lady friends. And deep inside you knew that beside that fact you started falling for him too.

Roaming around with arms around each other’s shoulder was such a usual thing for you guys. Talking without full stop, slapping each others butts, roasting each other on friend gatherings etc, all was just a common things for you guys. You enjoyed the friendly gestures.

It was just another day in London and you were doing your laundry when your phone buzzed. You wiped your hands and checked your phone, it was a message from Mitch.

M: Hey there pretty face! wanna join us for few drinks? H is gonna be there too ;)

Y: Shush!!!! And sure! I’ll be there in 20.

Mitch knew about your feelings. One random night it just slipped from your mouth when Mitch asked you about Harry and since then he never let the opportunity of teasing you go. You smiled to yourself with the though of seeing harry and got ready.

It wasn’t hard for you to fall for Harry. Every girl dreams for that perfect boy and Harry without any doubt touched those expectations. He was kind, gentle, funny and he was loving. He loved without any limitations. Everyone was aware of that. The love he has for his music reflected how much he’s gonna love his girl. 

-At his house-

You knocked on the wooden door wiping your shoes on the doormat. You looked up when you saw the door opening and a long hair-slickly man coming in your view.

“There you are!!!” Mitch said pulling you in a hug. Being the youngest among the team harry worked with, you were adored by everyone there.

“hello to you Mi” you said giggling hugging him back. You pulled away and saw Mitch smirking.

“what?’ you said.

“H’s in there” he said pointing to the room behind him with his thumb. You laughed and punched his shoulder playfully before making your way to the room as Mitch left to have a chat with his other friends. Before you could open the door, loud girly giggles filled your ears. And the next thing you heard was your name popping up in the convo.

“so you and y/n have something  going on?” You heard Kendall's’ voice.You didn’t had anything bad for kendall but the thought of Harry being alone in a room with her made you blood boil.

“Wha’?! Are yeh crazy ken? She and I? This bette’ be a joke!” Harry exclaimed and laughed. The answer punched you straight into your guts bringing you to tears and you there you prepared yourself for the coming words.

“Why? I thought you liked her. The way you guys talk and touch makes it prominent” Kendall said with a sassy tone and you could sense her rolling her eyes with the statement she made.

“no no no. She isn’t my type. She’s just a songwriter t’me nothing more. I mean she’s so clingy and gets so annoying sometimes. I do that stuff so tha’ she could feel tha’ i’m okay with it. Don’ wan’ her to leave. She writes amazing plus don’ wanna hurt her either” Harry said making sipping noise, probably drinking his beer. Hurt her? bravo you already were about to break into pieces.

“She’s nice tho H” Kendall said. So sweet of her right? No! She was trying to get Harry let it out what he feels for you and you too wanted to hear that.

“I know she is bu’ ugh cmon ken. I thou’ you’d be knowing meh by now. Do you see her?? she’s so irritating and if she was something like yeh, i would think abou’ her for a sec but she’s no’. I jus’ wish that’ this writing contract with her ends soon, besides i’ve go’ you as my crush huh?’ Harry finished making kendall laugh with ‘oh Harry”. 

It hit you all like brick in face. All the times you laughed with him was fake. Him being different with you was fake. Everything was made up. A small cry left your mouth as your covered it and ran out of Mitch’s house. This wasn’t good. The pain was killing you. And this all wasn’t okay.

The memories of him and you blinded you. It all ache your chest making it hard to breath. You never thought this all would turn out to like this. But that’s life. You don’t always get what you want.


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Language of Flowers

*click through to read it on ao3

written by: S | @kinetic-elaboration

prompt: ‘Flower shop AU Prompt: Person A owns a flower shop and person B comes storming in one day, slaps 20 bucks on the counter and says ‘How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?’ for @treehousesandpoohbears

word count: 1783

Bellamy Blake, small town florist, is used to sharing in the big moments of his customers’ lives. He’s seen them through everything from first date jitters to the stages of grief. But this–Clarke Griffin storming into his shop, furious, asking for a hate bouquet–is still something of a surprise.

Two weeks ago, at the Bi-Monthly Downtown Arkadia Small Business Association meeting, Luna, from the nature store on the corner, looked at him very seriously, took his hands in hers, and told him that he had been a warrior in another life. “A brave warrior-king,” she said. 

Yeah, okay. Maybe in another life.  

In this life, Bellamy’s just a guy who knows a ton about flowers. 


Because he knows flowers, and because Arkadia is the sort of small hamlet where people greet each other by name on the street, Bellamy also knows everyone’s business. He knows about every engagement, wedding, baby shower, and funeral. He knows which high school kids are going to prom together. He keeps records on his more forgetful customers’ anniversaries. And when someone screws up and actually feels bad about it, Bellamy knows about that, too, because nothing says I’m sorry like a purple hyacinth bouquet. 

The people who come into his little shop are sometimes ecstatic, sometimes despondent, often nervous. They’re not usually angry, though. Even less often are they absolutely furious. So when Clarke Griffin stomps in, shoving the door open so roughly that even the friendly tinkle of the welcome bell sounds agitated, slams a twenty down on the countertop, and asks, “How I do passively-aggressively say fuck you in flower?” it’s a bit of a surprise. 

He stares at her for a long moment, and pauses in arranging the daisies in Harper McIntyre’s get-well-soon bouquet. “It sounds to me like you want to aggressively say 'fuck you’ in flower." 

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so, i’ve noticed something

guys i’m seriously in need of help because i just can’t stop thinking about this last clip.

and since i can’t stop thinking about it, i’ve watched it a lot. and i mean  A LOT.

and i noticed that in the makeout scene with nora and yousef 

she’s touching him. you know, his face, his neck. there was even a point where she hugged him and pressed herself against him. BUT HE DOESN’T TOUCH HER. at all. you can see that his arms are standing at his sides and he’s just kissing her. not holding her. i mean i know he’s making out with her but he seems dettached. distant. so could this maybe mean that he was perhaps thinking of someone else while kissing her? a certain muslim girl that he can’t kiss whose name starts with “s” and ends with “ana”?? COULD IT BE??? ugh i don’t know. i’m not trying to justify what he’s doing by any means but yeah. i just wanted to point this out.

Even if Amy initiated the kiss, at the end of the episode/tornado, Amy thanked him for comforting her and keeping her calm but before even saying that, Jonah interrupted her and told her:

‘‘Oh, no, you do not….Amy, seriously’‘

because he thought she was going to apologize for having kissed him and he didn’t need for her to give any explanation, he’s so selfless.. I love him

How much of my reluctant acknowledgement of the tension between Twelve and Missy in Eaters of Light is because of Peter Capaldi and Michelle Gomez’s superb acting and how much is because we all know Michelle adores Peter and has (or had or both) a bit of a crush on him and she may or may not be doing a little tap dance inside whenever they have these scenes together?

anonymous asked:

hc that lance eventually stops flirting with allura and they end up having 'girls night' where he braids her hair and talks about Keith with her (allura totally sees the forest he's created with all of his pining but he is in denial)

lance, talking about keith: idk allura he’s just… he’s just so— ugh ya know?

allura, raising one perfectly plucked eyebrow: oh rlly? and what was that i heard you telling hunk the other night? something about keiths eyes putting the stars to shame? 

lance, hiding his blushing face in allura’s hair: i dont wanna hear it. you havent shut up about shay once since we left balmera

allura: squawks

Something More - Theo Raeken

Originally posted by hugwithsleep

Summary: Theo and Y/n are fwb, the pack has no acknowledgement on their status. 

Warning: some smut,fluff and terrible writing 


“Hey Princess” Theo smirked making his way toward Malia and I “ugh get a life Theo” Malia groaned he stopped in front of me “can I catch you after school?” he looked at me expectantly “in your dreams” I fought back the small smile that wanted to make an appearance “your already there” he winked walking away to his locker near the end of the hallway. Damn that boy really knew how to make me melt.

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surviving-twist-and-shout  asked:

*slides u a fiver* yo got any angsty gay hcs for the boyfs

how angst cause i can kill a man if i need must

⁃ so much pining
⁃ after the squips are gone, and jeremy finally asks christine out michael thinks everything’s gonna go back to normal
⁃ but all jeremy seems to do is talk about christine to michael
⁃ poor pining michael slowly drifts away from the boy, because it hurts too much
⁃ jeremy shows up one night with their usual movie night stuff to find michael curled up in his bed crying
⁃ obviously the boy rushes right over to help him and ask what’s wrong
⁃ michael without thinking starts to get angry and blame stuff on jeremy
⁃ saying how he should just go hang out with his girlfriend
⁃ how he should go see his new, cooler friends
⁃ and how maybe the squip was the best thing that ever happened to jeremy and how he doesn’t even need him anymore
⁃ he brings up the loser thing again, that he had told jeremy he forgave him for (which he did. but he’s angry.)
⁃ he tries to shove the boy off his bed, wanting to be left alone
⁃ jeremy isn’t budging, and is trying not to let his words hurt him
⁃ suddenly “oh my god michael! shut up for a second!”
⁃ “oh?! shut up?! you’re in my fucking house! just go away!!”
⁃ ugh sorry i can’t have this end sad or i’ll die
⁃ j pulls a cliche grabbing his face and kisses him to get him to shut up
⁃ michael obviously is still upset, still has angry tears streaming down his face but turns this anger away and just holds the smaller boy closer
⁃ a beat of just straight breathing after
⁃ “christine and i broke up. she realized relationships weren’t for her (GIVE ME ARO/ACE CHRISTINE OR GIVE ME DEATH) and she helped me realize that maybe i was pining after the wrong person..”
⁃ i might finish this and make it into a full, written out one shot thing if anyone wants? or maybe y'all hate it
⁃ these sucked i’m sorry. i might do another one when i’m in an angsty mood

Protect You (JD x Reader)

Heathers (JD x Reader) I was imagining the film JD, soo yeah! Hope you liked it! Feedback is awesome too.
I stared down at the two faces of my half-attackers. The two jocks, Ram and Kurt. I felt anything but pleasure as the other girls looked at me in envy as they both pressed me up against a locker.
“What do you want?” I questioned, clicking my tongue.
“We want to know why you don’t like us. Or wanna date us.” They stared at me, as if it was the most intelligent in the world; whilst the rest of Westerberg held their breath.
“Because you’re both idiots. You’d need to give me a LOT of stuff for me to date either one of you.” I retorted, very aware of another person watching; the weird trench coat kid who had a really handsome, angular face with sharp cheekbones.
Ram and Kurt took this into consideration, conversing with each other, before they stripped from their jock jackets.
“We think you’re hot. We’ll let you wear our jackets!” Ram slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me from my spot in the corner, before they both slung their red-and-white jackets over my shoulders.
“You can alternate. Wear one one day and another another day!” Kurt flashed a smirk.
“How about no…..” I brushed them off and tried to walk to class. 10 minutes until free period ends but I just wanted to get away from them.
“Hey!!” Ram ran up to me and once again; cornered me. They both really like that tactic apparently.
“Go on a date with us to a drive in.”
“Ugh-no!” I impatiently stammered.
Kurt came closer to my face, as if to kiss me before weird trench coat kid slammed his fist against a locker, rattling the row of it.
“You heard her! No! Get away, assholes.” His voice was scratchy but protective.
I grinned a bit, looking up.
“What are you gonna do?” Ram & Kurt said in unison.
I don’t really remember much, but I saw a metallic gunmetal flash, which coincidentally was an actual gun.
Kurt and Ram backed off for then.

(Lunch Period)

“Maybe you should go on that date.” My friend Veronica told me, holding a staring contest with the school’s weird red Jell-O; prodding it with her fork as it bounced right back.
“Why?” I gasped, surprised. Veronica hasn’t had too many good run-ins with them either.
“Because I think they want someone to hug. Maybe they’re lonely.”
“Pfff…yeah they want someone to do.” I grimaced at the thought.
“Please just do it. We can get something to talk about, to. It’ll be fun.”
“I’m literally, gonna die.”
“I’ll have that weird kid with the gun follow you.”
“Okay, Miss overreacting.” She sighed and got up, dumping the contents of her tray into the garbage and heading to class, brushing shoulders with Heather McNamara.

The piercing shriek of the bell woke me from my thoughts, and I swallowed my pride and ran up to catch Kurt and Ram.
“I’ll go out with you.” I sighed.
“Ahahah a yeahhhhhh!” They both collided shoulders and ran out.
“Pick you up at 8!” They screamed back at me. I sighed once more.

“Looks like you need some help.” The scratchy voices came from behind me, and I tilted my head upward to stare at the gun kid.
“Will you fight for me?” I questioned, gently touching his fingers.
“I’m JD, (Y/N). I’ll be there at the movies. I’ll protect you.” He smirked to himself.
“How do you know my name?”
“I have my ways…”
I frowned as I dabbed on a bit of clear pink lip gloss, staring down at my purple dress. It’s be lucky if It was in one piece by the end.

I stared out the window and saw a dingy looking faded cobalt car, and inhaled deeply before rushing out.

The moment I set afoot in the car I knew that hell was coming.

I tried to focus on the drive in movie, but I was failing. Ram and Kurt were eyeing not only me but other areas…of me and I was feeling extremely off about it. In any situation I’d run for the hills but I made a promise and I was pretty sure JD was behind me in a different car.
“So do you wanna like..?”
“No!” My automatic response kicked in.
They looked at each other and unzipped.
“You make my balls blue, though!”
“UGH you’ve got a left hand, use it!”
I was pressed up against the car wall now and I felt hot breath on my face as Ram kissed me.

Suddenly, the alternate door opened and JD dragged Kurt and Ram out by the back of their jackets, before slamming them and carrying me out into his car.

I waited for about 5 minutes before trench coat came back, smirking at me.
“You’ll probably have a better time with me.” He laughed, turning the key to the engine.
“You know what I really want?” He looked in my eyes, dead serious, before his expression softened.
“A slushee. Let’s go!”

anonymous asked:

Hi again. I'm the same anon who asks about the rules. Thank you so much for that. I would like to request for Starish, QN and Heavens reaction to shy , plain (not ugly but not pretty) and tomboyish (prefer t-shirts over tight tops, sneakers over high heels) s/o having people gossip about s/o when two of them pass by some random citizens saying "how did that plain girl get such a hottie like him?". S/o personally is not bothered at all but the princes don't have the same reaction

Boy this was some work! 18 people in one ask xD Anyways, tell me what you think!

Your date was going amazing despite the several pairs of eyes locked onto you. Your boyfriend and you didn’t care, choosing to enjoy yourself rather than bother with their attention. With your hair cascading down, a shirt and pants put on and your favourite pair of sneakers; it was all perfect until that one whisper.

“So plain. I wonder how she got him.”

You walked on, head held high as you ignored the sudden downpour of whispers that were now initiated.

“Yeah! ○○○-kun has better taste in girls, she’s…ugh.”

Your boyfriend stiffened and your grip tightened on your interlocked fingers as you pushed forward, silently asking him to not react. Giggles were followed. His fingers were shaking but you gave him a small smile, sure that this childish behaviour would end soon.

“I know! She must have seduced him with her….other things…” Someone purred teasingly, causing laughter to erupt and your boyfriend stopped, tugging you back as he turned to face them.


You didn’t like the smile Otoya’s face had. It suddenly turned cold when he heard that accusation. Determined to rectify the situation, he kissed your forehead before looking at them. The words came out immediately. “Stop! What do you know about ○○○-chan huh?! Nothing! That gives you no right to talk about her badly!” The redhead fumed, ever ready to defend you no matter what happened. He took your hand and walked off, making sure to shoot everyone a scary glare before doing so.


Your date was pleasant until they ruined it throughly. While you were used to such insults, knowing that they didn’t really affect you, Masato wasn’t. He didn’t like, he hated, the fact that you tolerated such utter nonsense. His grip tightened on your fingers and you tried to persuade him to let go but he wasn’t having any of that. “Enough of this childish banter. One does not continue to insult someone just because that person tolerates it. ○○○, let’s go, I’d rather not deal with them.” He warned, satisfied when the women nodded, utterly shocked. If these girls were a bunch of men, consider their futures ruined if Masato ever demanded a search carried out on them.


His smile turned firm, almost cold. His ‘grin’ widened as he leaned closer to that girl who insulted your assets. “Wahaha! I didn’t hear you quite there! What did you just say?” He asked, his voice bright and cheery but it sent shudders of fear down your insulter’s spine. They looked away, suddenly embarrassed. Natsuki smiled at the rest who averted their gazes before turning back to you and humming happily. He didn’t wheedle an apology out of them but was sure that they were sorry for crossing by you and speaking like that.


He did not like the words he just heard. He was disgusted, willing to break a few jaws but alas, he did not raise his hand at a woman. His eyes narrowed at the crowd who visibly looked afraid to their wits. “I see. ○○○ seduced me. Of course she did, which is why she dresses so ‘plainly’ as you put it, and does not announce to the whole world that we’re dating. Of course, she seduced me.” He chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting predatorily. “I’ve never heard anything more dumb than that. ○○○, we’re leaving. People who gossip about you are just jealous.”


One gaze from Ren had them stiffen. He smirked, the expression not reaching his eyes as he slowly sauntered towards your accuser, eyeing them from head to toe. “So, lady, care to repeat what you just said?” He whispered, low and dangerous. The girl shook her head almost immediately, shooting you a glare. Ren stepped in between, shielding you from her. He spat out the next few words. “For you to insult someone because you don’t have what they you know what it speaks about you, ladies?” The girl’s face turned pale and the remaining who laughed along with her, tried not to cower. Ren ran a hand through his hair, his smirk widening. “It says that you are someone who cannot see the beauty in a person. You are someone who judges people by just their surface.” His voice was cold, enough to horrify you as well the motley. “I want you out of my sight and a million miles away from my honey. Now.”


He balled his fists angrily, his voice louder than before. “You all, stop! Enough there!” The girls looked shocked as he dropped his fists, glaring at each and every one of them. “Ugh. You all are children. ○○○ did nothing to get me. I fell in love with her. Wanna know why?” He narrowed his eyes, noting the speechlessness in the audience. “Because she’s definitely not like this.” He spat out and took your hand, making sure you left the place immediately. He might’ve lost a few fans there but you mattered more.


You swore that you heard the prince hiss when he heard the first insult itself. Now? He was furious, ready to destroy anyone, anyone who insulted you. “How repulsive.” The words came out louder than he intended it to. “This is so mean of you to do so.” He told, pointing his shaky finger to every one of the girls. “So what if you all think ○○○ seduced me? It does not change that I love her and that I know her more than you all.” He pivoted on his heel, stomping off, with you in tow. He didn’t want to start a fight but if he was still a cat, he would have most certainly scratched every one of them. You were his precious princess. You don’t deserve such horrible accusations.


He laughed. Loudly. Clenching his stomach, he turned back to face your pile of insulters, shaking from the after effects of his sudden outburst. Your eyes were widely open and so were the eyes of the women who so freely gossiped about you. “I’m sorry, sorry~ ○○○-chan seduced me? I’ve not heard a funnier joke than that!” He laughed again, the sound darker and dangerous this time. He smiled at the women who refused to meet his eyes, shaking his head. “The one who’s ugh is you, not my ○○○-chan.” Seeing them stiffen, he smirked and continued. “Besides, if she did seduce me, I doubt I would have left our bed and brought her out on this date!” He added cheerily before taking your flustered hand and running off.


You had to hold onto Ranmaru to prevent him from actually starting a fist fight with women. He just stared them down, his heterochromatic eyes glaring daggers at every single one of them. “Ran…let’s just go..” You whispered helplessly and he stiffened at your pleading voice. He decided to heed to your request but spat out a few words before leaving. “Disgusting. I’d die sooner than be admired by any of you.”


He didn’t like the mixed bout of anger and frustration kicking inside him. He knew that people gossiped like this only when they were jealous, indicating that they couldn’t have what the subject of their topic possessed. This was normal among humans and yet hearing such insults towards his ○○○ irked him. He wanted to give them a setback and so he did, when he eyed them all with a narrow gaze, his tone flat. “Stop. This is nothing but immature behaviour. Although ○○○ remarkably tolerates this, I won’t. How you all talk makes me feel disgusted.”


He wasn’t going to tolerate this. His icy blue eyes turned cold as he suppressed a scoff, instead plastering on a smile that was everything but pleasant. “Peasants.” He disliked the kind of language he used for a motley of women but right now, none would get away with insulting his ○○○ to his face. The word did shock his audience as he eyed them all murderously, his glares sharper than a dagger. “Apologise to ○○○ now. I would not bear with you all talking to her with such disrespect. She is my countess, my jewel. Far be it from me to bat an eyelash when fools like you openly accuse her being.”


It was only once when you saw Eiichi snap. You had committed his form to memory so that you would not rile his temper up again. Now here he stood, his fists curling, his eyes glinting dangerously. He snickered like a devil, sending the women into another set of whispers but his low voice shut them up. “Low. So so so very low of you to talk about my ○○○ this way. Why do I even have you as my fans?” His trembling laughter shook you to your very core. He made sure to leave them all a glare before taking your wrist, pulling you close to his chest and walking off.


You knew your boyfriend was a man of few words but his silence now scared you more than his talking. His grip on your hand tightened and you tried not to yelp. You tugged on your intertwined fingers, indicating that you two should leave but Kira halted you in your steps, pulling you close. “No.” He whispered to you. He repeated that louder to the women in the back, his golden eyes gleaming with a sense of protectiveness. “○○○ is nothing like how you picture her to be. She’s the most amazing woman I have ever met.” His words rocked the females into silence. “Your behaviour speaks a lot about your character, however.” He told them loud enough before walking off with you, clenching your fingers reassuringly.


“Haaa…I smell jealousy of their nails~” Nagi cooed, completely in character, the only things that showed how angry he was were the twitching of his lips and the narrowing of his brows. He sauntered up to them, his coffee cup still in hand from your recent date. Eyeing them one by one, he smiled when he found his target, the one who thought you ‘seduced’ this boy. Without a word, he splashed the cold liquid onto her, she screamed in response. He smiled innocently but his eyes glared murderously at every one of them. “Whoopsie! I totally accidentally dropped that~ I’m sorry~” He sang out. His next few words were cold. “Do that next time and I doubt cold coffee will be only thing that spoils your dress.”


He was torn in between yelling and politely correctly the women who dared to insult you. Clenching his fists, he breathed out slowly, deciding to take the gentle route first. “I beg your pardon?” He asked, ever the gentleman, hoping they would correct themselves. He didn’t expect the women to repeat their words, this time they sounded far more dramatic. He balled his fists, you held his arm and pleadingly tugged on it, asking him to let go. He stared into your (e/c) eyes, his violet ones burning with anger. He turned back to them. “That was very rude and childish of you. I believe you owe ○○○ a sound apology.” He said, his piercing gaze unwavering. Seeing the determination in your boyfriend made you tear up and a few of them apologised. In the end, Eiji showered you with all the love possible, in an attempt to make you forget those insults.


His smile froze when the last few words dropped out of those women’s mouths. You saw his eyes darken a shade dangerously but your grip was firm on his arm. He met you eyes and was torn between doing something to those snakes disguised as women or to just walk off. His rage won. His fingers traced your hips as his arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you up in the air. You shrieked, surprised by the sudden motion, the emotion only increasing when Van brought his lips to yours, claiming you passionately before your onlookers. Collective gasps were heard. Some jaws dropped. Jealousy was the obvious emotion amongst them. He pulled away, kissing your mouth again before turning to them with a smirk. “Say what again? ○○○ is my girlfriend. I love her. My one and only. You dare do that again and I doubt I’d tolerate it. Feel lucky that she’s so patient.” He spat out, making sure you didn’t have to deal with such an event again.


You saw his jaw twitch, the veins in his biceps rising as he glared at the women. You tried to pull him away, sure that he would go violent but he wanted to give them a good thrashing, by words if not actions. His clenched fists were turning pale from the force as he edged towards them with every step; you ran frantically behind him squeaking a “Yamato, don’t!” and “Yamato, please.” along the way. He didn’t listen. Stamping his foot loud on the ground, he eyed them all. “Say what? Repeat your words again.” He challenged, cracking his knuckles. The pale, aghast faces of the women did not serve him well and he was determined to get an apology out. He motioned towards you. “Apologise to her.” He thundered, his eyebrows furrowing. “Now.” You heard a mumble of sorries and nodded before yanking Yamato off, covering your blush and tears for he just stood up for you, proving his love.


“How utterly terribly disappointing that all of you are blind to the obvious beauty ○○○ possesses.” His clear voice rang out, like a stream of pure water amongst the cacophony of cicadas. He shook his head disapprovingly, ready to hex the person who dared to throw such false statements at you. When one of them tried to justify their words, he shot them a glare, silencing them. “Apologise to ○○○ this very instant.” He demanded, his grip tightening on your hand.

Her Instinct/Imagine Jared Leto is Your Best Friend’s Dad - Chapter 11

Chapter 11 - Homecoming

This chapter was inspired by the song Side to Side by Ariana Grande. Feel free to listen as you read!

Sleep was useless. I was completely restless with thoughts of Mr. Leto crowding my mind: his smoldering eyes as he fumed at me, his crafty hands as they slid across my hips, and his breath against my face….ugh, I couldn’t seem to stop! I just wanted his hands on me, to feel his touch. I missed his kiss against my lips, my neck, my body. I craved him; no, I needed him.

I tossed and turned in the bed, ending in a twisted position on my back. It pained me that this torture was all my fault, too. I stared at the ceiling of my room, blackened by the blanket of darkness. I tried not to make too much noise to wake Allegra up. I could barely maker her outline in the nighttime. She seemed to be sleeping who was peacefully on the air mattress across from me.

I pressed my eyes shut, trying to force sleep to overcome me. Soon, my thoughts drifted to him wishing he was here, just 2 blocks down on Mayfield Street. I drifted into a dreamlike fantasy of sneaking out and going to see him. He’d open the door, no words between us, just impassioned silence. He’d pull me close to him, his scent hypnotizing me as he quickly leads me to his room with our clothes in their respective locations on his bedroom floor. He’d sit me on his lap as he hands roamed my body. His kisses transition form warm to gentle, then rough as he slowly makes his way down my body.

“Kerri..” he’d whisper in my ear. “Kerri….” Over and over…as we let our emotions solely control our actions…

“Kerri!” Allegra whispered urgently, shaking my shoulder.

Even in my fantasies Allegra always manages to get in the way. Can I at least get a break in my own mind?

“Kerri, are you okay? You’re sweating!” she touched my forehead.

“What?” I asked half sleep in disbelief. I try to pull the damp clothes away from my body. Well, the sweat explains a lot considering my dreamful fantasy, but this is bad.

“You think it’s a fever?” She asked worriedly.

“No way!” I yelled. My defense sounding a little too strong. “I just had a…nightmare, that’s all.” I replied softly.

“Let me get you some water and you can tell me all about your nightmare when I get back,” she said as she ran out the room to the kitchen.

Just when I thought this night couldn’t get any worse. Now I have to make up some ridiculous nightmare with whatever little focus I had left. Oh yeah, and at 2:00am. Here goes nothing…

Allegra walked back home to meet her dad when he returned home. Apparently he had an immediate meeting once he returned home. Too bad for me. I desperately wanted to see him.


On Sunday, my mom, brother and I were in Home Depot searching for this ridiculously hard to find floodlight. We were completely lost or at least that’s what my mom didn’t want to admit.

“Mr. Leto!” Nico squealed as he ran over to him.

It was like the heavens heard my cry. This was just what I wanted.

He ran toward Nico wearing black jeans and a button-downed black top. He left the top three buttons opened, revealing his sweetly trimmed chest. He was smoking.

I dropped my jaw as I took him in. How can a man look this sexy shopping in Home Depot?

He greeted all of us as he walked Nico back to us. He glanced at me and kept his focus on my mom and tried to further button his t-shirt as he greeted her. 

There was no point, his chest was forever imprinted in my mind for other reasons.

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Cheating// Jason Todd x Reader

Okay so my blog mostly consists of reblogging post and fanfics but I decided to try and write something lol. I hope you guys like it and please give me feedback or anything would be nice :) Thanks guys.

Cheating// Jason x Reader

Jason glared across the buildings rooftop at the two people sitting down talking. The man had his back turned and Jason had a clear view of the woman. He growled as the man reached out and grabbed the woman’s hand while she just blushed and gently pulled her and looked away sheepishly. The man had said something because the young woman covered her mouth and laughed. Jason was frustrated because the young woman was the person who held his heart and at the same time crushed it. He took one more glance at them and saw her still smiling shyly and decided he had enough he turned his back and left. Unknown to him the woman, You were irritated beyond belief. You had believed that the invite to the cafe was an offer to talk about a business deal she had been hoping to close. But it had turned out to be just another pitiful excuse for a business man to try to get into your pants.

The last straw was when he asked you what a beautiful woman as yourself was doing in that kind of work and if you didn’t want to just settle down with a man liked him and have become a house wife. You sneered at him and told him you were done with meeting and excused yourself and left.

“What a asshole! Ugh I just wanted to punch him in his face!” You thought as you walked to your car kicking rocks and clenching her fists. “Time to get home and let loose and by let loose I mean go to sleep or something. I should really stop talking to myself,” You mentally cringed. What you really wanted was to get home to her boyfriend Jason, you had a stressful day and just wanted to cuddle and maybe make out or something. You giggled at that thought. You arrived at her apartment and unlocked you door just to be met with a lonely room. Disappointed was an understatement she had really hoped that Jason would be there. “What the hell? Why isn’t he here. Great just great. I’m going to punch him in the face when he gets here. But he didn’t know I wanted him here. Ugh you’re so dramatic Y/n. Let’s just call him,” You half thought and half said out loud. You took out her phone and dialed Jason’s number but it just went to voicemail. Again and again you tried but ended up at voicemail each time. “Hmm I wonder what’s he’s caught up in that he’s not answering me. Oh well I’m going to watch Game of Thrones without him. Sucks to be him.” You made some popcorn and propped yourself on the couch and started to watch your guys favorite show.

You were half way through the second episode when you heard the door open and Jason come in. You stood up to greet him because honestly you really had missed him even if it had only been a day that they hadn’t seen each other. You went up to him but Jason just brushed past you towards the bedroom. You were reAlly confused, what was up with him? “ Jay? Baby? What wrong?” You followed him into your room. Jason stayed quiet and grabbed a bag from the closet and starting shoving clothes into it. “Jay? Yo what’s wrong? What’re doing?” You reached out to grab him arm but he pulled it back and finally looked up to look at her. “What does it look like I’m doing?,” he growled while he glared at her. Y/n took a step back, shocked because Jason had never talked to her that way. You felt like crying but you regained your nerves and suddenly you felt angry. Why is he talking to you like that? You hadn’t done anything. “I don’t know asshole! That’s why I’m asking,” You seethed.

“You know what you did! Or have been doing for some time!”

You were so confused! What had you done? You tired remembering, maybe you had been a bitch or forgotten something important? “Can you just tell me what the fuck I did Jason!”

“Your fucking cheating on me Y/n” Jason’s voice broke, “ I saw you today with that guy. How could you do that to me! You’re my everything Y/n.” You felt so bad seeing Jason so broken made you feel like a vile human being. Even tho you hadn’t done anything, knowing that Jason was hurting because of you made your heart. You slowly closed the space between the two you and caressed his face. He was looking down and you could see some tears dripping down his chin.

“Jay. Jason. Look at me,” you softly whispered. He looked up to meet ur eyes. “ I didn’t cheat on you. I met with that man because he’s a business partner, or was. I would never cheat on you. I love with all my heart. Every time I look at you I wonder how I got so lucky. When I hear your voice all my doubts and fears wash away. Your very presence soothes me. Nothing or nobody could ever change that. I love you Jason Todd,” you softly told him and at the end you were quietly crying too.

“Really? Fuck, I’m so stupid!,” Jason pulled away and rubbed his face. “Of course you weren’t cheating on me.” You wrapped your arms from behind and he relaxed.

“It’s okay baby. We all make mistake even if yours are pretty dumb,” you laughed. Jason turned around smiling.

“I really love you Y/n,” Jason said with love in eyes. The sincerity in his voice made you wanna cry all over again but you refrained. Instead you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pressed your lips against his. He responded quickly and kissed you hungrily, full of love and desperation. You struggled with taking off his shirt while kissing but at the end both of you were naked. “I love you too Jason Todd.” And the rest of the night was filled with more love than either of you had ever experienced.

Just a Kid in Love - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Request by Anon: Ooh can you make an imagine with jealous stiles? You’re going to a Shawn mendes concert with him and your inner fangirl comes out so it makes him a little jealous 😂

Word Count: 1,349

Warnings: Mentions of sexy time.

Author’s Note: To all my readers who are also Shawn Mendes fans and have been looking forward to this imagine… HERE IT IS! I hope y’all like it. I had fun writing this. 😊 Feedback is always welcome and appreciated.

My Teen Wolf Master List

Originally posted by fytwolf

It’s a Saturday summer night and for their one year anniversary Stiles had surprised Y/N with concert tickets to her favorite singer, Shawn Mendes. However, he didn’t just get her regular tickets. He went all out and bought her front row tickets and managed to score backstage passes to meet Shawn after the show.

Stiles knew it was the perfect gift and he was right. When he surprised her with the tickets just an hour before the concert, she flipped out. She screamed and jumped up and down with excitement before lunging at Stiles, smothering him with kisses and countless I love you’s as she clung to him like a monkey. She had been moping all week because the tickets sold out in a matter of seconds after going on sale. She had tried so hard to get some but had no luck. However, Sheriff Stilinski was friends with the manager of the concert venue and was kind enough to help Stiles get the tickets. Stiles knew this would get him the title of being the best boyfriend in the world. 

However, right now Stiles was slightly regretting getting her the tickets, as she seemed to ramble non-stop about every awesome thing Shawn did tonight.

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Little Violence- Michael Clifford

Originally posted by sexycliffconda

“So get the fuck back, I said I’m stealing rock back, so take off with your snapback before you get knocked flat!!!” -Little Violence, Waterparks

(In case you couldn’t tell I LOVE the band waterparks so go check them out!)

Sorry this took so long Anon!! I hope you like it! Also this is basically the last of my list for requests, so send me some things!! PLEASE!!

“Excuse me?!” You screamed.

“You’re just a pathetic bitch Y/n and everyone knows it!” Your archnemesis Christina said, a smug smirk on her face. Funny how just a few years ago she used to be your best friend. And now…well know you were punching that grin right off her face.

Christina screamed, grabbing her jaw, and lunging after you. You both were a mess of punches, kicks, hair pulling, and screaming. Right in the middle of the school hallway. Soon the crowd around you both doubled, everyone cheering on the girl fight. You had the advantage, finally knocking her down to the floor. You climbed on top of her and started punching, and punching, and punching. By now all you could see was red. Your anger turning everything you saw a deep red.

The bitch thing was the last straw. On an ordinary basis you could care less, and often embraced the nickname of bitch. But you and Christina had deep history. You both were childhood best friends, attached at the hip and doing literally everything together. Then things changed. She got into a different crowd, and so did you. She got into lip gloss and terrorizing people, you found music and met Michael, who you were convinced was the love of your life. It helped that he played music too, even was part of a band, still in their youtube cover days of course.

You both tried to maintain a relationship, but eventually it became clear you both were too different. Eventually you both quit speaking to each other, ignoring and avoiding the other. Then somehow you both began to hate the other. You hated the way she would treat people, and often told her off for it, practically all the time. She hated how you stood up to her, believing in her twisted head she was above everything. She did everything in her power to make your life a living hell, constant pranks, public embarrassments, at one point getting you detention for a whole month.

You finally snapped when she made it seem like everything that went down between you both was completely your fault. Then she called you a bitch, and well that’s how you ended up here…

Even when you heard the sound of some teacher’s whistle and felt arms around your waist, pulling you off of Christina, you didn’t stop swinging.

“Y/n!! Y/n!! Hey!! HEY!!” Michael said, putting your arms at your side. “It’s me! Don’t hit me!”

“Michael?” You asked, the red haze beginning to fade, your boyfriend’s face coming clear in front of you.

“Hey…you ok?”

“Ya….I….ugh….Christina-” You said turning towards her, reading to lunge at her again

“Ya I know. Hey it’s ok. Calm down. But are you sure you’re okay? You’re bruised like crazy and your cheek is bleeding…” Michael said, pulling you back.

“Really?” You said, pulling your hand to your face. Sure enough there was blood. Funny, since you didn’t feel anything, at least not yet. You weren’t looking forward to when the adrenaline wore off.

“Although I guess I should be lucky I have you as my girlfriend, because Christina over there is far worse…”

You turned to follow his gaze, seeing your former best friend with a busted lip and a black eye already forming. The school nurse was helping her up, since she was clearly in a lot of pain. You almost felt bad, then she saw you staring and flipped you off. That bitch deserved everything she got.

“That bitch. Ugh! I could hit her again!”

“Hey…Y/n…look at me…” Michael said, pulling you towards him so you looked at him. “Calm down ok?”

“How do you expect me to calm down?! Did you see what she did?!”

“Yes I saw it all, but the principle is already coming over here and you need to be calm enough to explain yourself, not get so much time suspended ya?”

“Ya, but my heart is pounding so hard its gonna fly right out of my chest, and I’m so angry I could-”

Whatever you were going to say was lost from your mind as he kissed you. One of those kisses that made your head blank, solely focused on nothing but his lips against yours, the love he had for you shown in every motion. When you both finally pulled apart, the principle had just reached you.

“My office, NOW!” Principle Myers yelled, face full of rage as they glared at you.

“Wait for me?” You asked Michael.

“Of course. Meet me by my car.” He said, giving you a thumbs up.

You rolled your eyes as you follwed Principle Myers down the hall, wondering just how you were going to expalin yourself.

The meeting wasn’t too bad, it could have been far worse. The principle was pissed, and had little sympathy for you, but you walked out with only a week of detention so you guessed you should be greatful. Guess it helps you were never in much trouble before.

You walked out of the building scanning the parkinglot for Michael. Luckily for you, he pulled up right in front of you. You jumped in the passenger seat.

“So? How did it go?”

“Well, only got a week of detention so there’s that. However my parent’s are going to be pissed…I wonder if they’ve been called yet…”

“They proably won’t until they get Christina’s side of the story…so for now you’re off the hook”

“Ya until I get home”

“Well then let’s not take you home”


“Just for a couple hours more. Come on it’ll just be me and you…and the beach…how does that sound?”

“The nice warm sand, you and me….not having a care and my parents can’t reach me…..that sounds like paradise…”

“Well then, let’s go!” He laughed as he drove away from all your problems.


Thanks for reading!!! -Lydia

in the down

the absolute turmoil -  yoongi/ofc drabble series
part one

words: 1,558
warnings for mental illness and related mature themes.

go here for more info on this drabble series

Originally posted by dreamyoongi

Swallowing, she accepts the call and hits the speaker button while simultaneously pausing her fourth-in-a-row rerun episode of Project Runway.

“Hey,” she says into the room and the mic of her phone.

“Hey,” Yoongi’s voice comes through the speaker, his deep voice slightly muffled from the terrible phone service she gets. “How are you doing?”

She clears her throat and answers, “Well, I just ate three packets of Annie’s gummy bunnies for dinner, so that probably answers your question.”

“That bad, huh?” he asks. She’s silent, and she hears him sigh over the increasing crackle of a poor-quality phone call. “Mina, I wish you’d talk to me.”

Her laugh comes out strangled and she looks up at the ceiling of her apartment. “I just… I feel like I’ve said everything I can say. At least without repeating myself, you know?”

“I know you – repeating–”

“–Yoongi, I’m sorry, I can’t hear shit again, you know my service is so bad. Text me?”

“No, I hate – about stuff like thi – coming over, okay?”

He either ends the call before she can answer or it drops altogether and Mina lets out an ugh. She contemplates a quick shower before he gets to her place–she’ll have time. She knows for certain he’ll pick up food first, unsatisfied with her sugar-and-gelatin dinner. Her hair is just in need of a wash, and while her face was clean and dewy with what felt like a thirty-step skincare routine, she knew her dark circles were more purpled than usual and her skin-tone was looking a bit on the sallow side.

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