what's a good setting on the texts

Guide to Borderline
  • How to figure out what a borderline means in texts;
  • Nevermind, it is not important: It really is important as fuck but I am afraid that you are not gonna get it and I won't be able to explain.
  • x
  • Ok. : I am pissed off to the point of one more wrong text and you are out of my life so quick that you are not even gonna notice it for a week.
  • x
  • Do you really think so?: Stop joking and tell me what you really think in honesty this is important.
  • x
  • I am fine: I feel shit like usual but to explain you that I usually dont feel good so that is my default setting is gonna take shit ton of time so I am lying.
  • x
  • No I am not mad, just a little hurt: I cried my eyes out and probably still crying and blaming myself for everything even though you are the asshole.
  • x
  • You don't have to: I would love it if you do the thing but I am scared that you secretly don't want to do it so I am giving you an escape. But please don't take it I will get sad.

do you know another reason why im so happy harry worked with nolan? nolan met his wife emma thomas at uni when he was 19. she produced all of his movies (and is on set a lot - there are tons of pics of harry with her and nolan together), they have a production company together. they have 4 kids and are very reserved about their private life. this year they’ll celebrate 20 years of marriage and 28 years together. look at them at the premiere yesterday:

that’s what an industry power couple looks like

What other witches do: cast circles, visualize, use expensive oils/herbs/crystals, set aside time for rituals/Gods

What I do: open the windows and blinds, set a stick on fire, scream “I aint get no sleep cuz of yall, yall ain’t get no sleep cuz of me” at spirits in my house, wave stick fire smoke in circles above my head, use a red dollar store pen to carve sigils into tea candle, throw salt at windows aka “little bitch gtfo my house boy bye”, uses 37493927 emojis in texts to significant otter for good vibes, cries on my dog to ward her and also bc she’s So Good, wines to Zeus about my Problems™, watches Friends with Aphrodite and laughs, whispers “please fix my car” to hephaestus and offers him a burnt match, stares pointedly at Hermes offerings and squints at tip jar

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Extra Headcanon/AU notes (for the curious): Inko isn’t aggressive nor is she all that intimidating, she just moms everyone. And that within itself has the makings of a terrifying individual.

She is also extremely determined when she wants to be? Bakugou thought she was just a typical, weak schoolgirl when they met as kids, but Inko was determined to make her stop smoking/getting into so many fights. It was downright terrifying what she could do when she had set her mind on something.

They didn’t really become friends until a couple years after they met, though. Bakugou doesn’t really have a good relationship with her parents, and after one particularly hostile spat, Inko just kinda… showed up at her door. She didn’t ask any questions, just knew, and they ditched school for four days to go up to Hokkaido and be happy.

Bakugou’s fearful respect of her is based on years of Inko somehow knowing everything and multiple cases of her calling/texting/msg-ing Bakugou just as she lights a cigarette or glares at some thugs, despite being nowhere in the vicinity. She is 99% certain that Inko has some sort of secondary psychic sense quirk that keeps her attuned to the people she cares about.

(Also, Bakugou really loves her son, but? She also REALLY wants to kick his ass, because Inko took such good care of her when they were younger and she feels entirely responsible for how her son acts towards Izuku. She probably sees Katsuki’s behavior as a reflection of her own and regrets/wishes she was a parent more like Inko, or something.)

Misguided Texts Part 2 // A Dylan O’Brien Smut

Part One

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Oral (Male on Female), Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Fingering, Public Sexish, and Swearing.

Word Count: 3,311

Song: Earned it by The Weeknd 

A/N: After the overwhelming amount of requests, here you have it y’all! I hope you guys like this, it’s very explicit and detailed much like part one. Also, thank you to @stilinski-jpeg for proofreading this. 

PSA: Here’s the black widow scene playing out in case you’re confused.

Two weeks. It’s been two weeks since the hotel room incident and Dylan hasn’t done a single thing about it. My phone has never received another text from him nor did he ever talk about it with me again. The topic was completely avoided when we were together, but I certainly didn’t miss the other signs he was giving me. What with the knowing glances, the winks, the smirks, the lingering touches on my arm that aren’t necessary, the way he stares at my lips whenever I talk to him as he licks his own. I knew exactly what he was doing…

Dylan was fucking teasing me. And the worst part? It’s actually working.

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Mirror For The Sun - Part 7: The Grand Tetons

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 6 - Part 8 

Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing, super mild smoot (it’s not really even smut)

Word Count: 4501

Author’s Note: This part is way too damn long. I really just like the ending. But I also couldn’t figure out what I wanted to cut so you’re getting all of it.

Originally posted by annutystan

As we climb back to the car, Y/N has slipped off of Sam’s shoulders and shoved past him, nearly running up the trail, farther away from Sam. And from me. When we make it to the top of the trail and the edge of the parking lot, Steve looks to me with a shocked and unsure shrug, lifting his hands up in question. She barely speaks to anyone, only muttering a disgruntled, “Trunk, please” to Steve.

Once we’ve changed into dry clothes, Y/N tosses her now useless phone haphazardly into the trunk and grabs for her dated Atlas before slipping into the car without a word. She doesn’t move closer to me, she doesn’t look up from her Atlas. Goddamn it. She’s so upset. “Go left,” she instructs with a heavy sigh as she flips through the pages until she finds the map for South Dakota. She traces over an already marked road until it reaches the end of the page, before moving quickly over to Wyoming.

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How I Top My Literature Class!

For me, studying isn’t at all something I do to memorise the information covered in my classes. I study to understand and, most importantly, practice making analyses.

I should stress now, if you get anything at all from this post get this:

be different.

and no. I don’t mean that in the cliche feel good way. If your essay or assignment is the same or similar to everyone else’s then you’re not going to do well. Would you want to read the same thing just worded differently 50 times? No? Neither does your teacher. If you can give them a break from the ordinary, they’ll thank you for it in your marks - it will set you apart. Take it from someone who tops their literature and journalism classes.

This is how you do that:

1. When I’m reading a text or learning about an event I write down questions. Not who, what, when, or where questions though - why and how are the important ones. Answer these after class and try to form your own unique thoughts and ideas in regards to them. Make sure to write a decent paragraph at least and use this as an opportunity to practice writing formally. The more questions you answer, the clearer and stronger your own arguments will become.

2. Google Scholar is your new best friend! I use this for all of my assignments and my teachers always applaud my use of supporting references and sources. Just type in the text or the event and a tonne of formal essays, books, and theses will appear! They’re often incredibly long so I usually only read the introductions and conclusions of a few. AND they use lots of references themselves, so reading introduction will often give you up to ten other people to reference!

It will also give you a range of differing perceptions and analyses of the text or event which you can use to expand your initial perceptions and analyses! Or, they may bring completely new concepts to your intention!

3. This is the fun part, I promise!! Now that you’ve got a tonne of background knowledge you’re good to go! If you know what type of assignment you have I highly recommend polishing what you’ve learnt through that format. 

If you have to write an essay, then sum up the idea you want to follow, and explore it through an essay like piece of writing  - this will, unless you change your mind on what you want to do it on, become a draft for your assignment! 

Bring together all of the information, references, and thoughts you have. Initially you’ll be chopping and changing a lot as your ideas evolve into more specific ones but you’ll quickly find your flow. Once you do, it will be incredibly relieving because not only do you understand the text; you know exactly what you want to say about it.

And that, is incredibly important - it will show maturity and intelligence because your work won’t be scattered or off-topic at all - it will be what you want it to be.

I hope this was helpful!! This way of working opens up a whole bunch of pathways to take for each assignment so it kind of forces it to be interesting - for me at least! ((:

I’ll be making a similar post for maths soon so stay tuned!!

anonymous asked:

Can you recommend anything that requires players to draw on relatively off-beat skills? That is, something outside of the usual mix of strategy, politics, social and narrative focus that tabletop RPGs normally have.

How about bullshitting?

The Extraordinary Adventures of Baron Munchausen, Told in the form of a New Style of Game termed Role-Play, by Baron Munchausen, the Third Edition, Considerably enlarged by the Baron’s own hand, with many remarkable stories and advice to his readers

It’s based on the 1785 novel, not the Terry Gilliam film, though you’ll get by easily if you’re only familiar with the latter. It’s not the easiest read; the text is written entirely in character as the good Baron, and is thus prone to ramble, pontificate, and go off on bizarre tangents at the drop of a hat. If you can muddle your way through, however, there’s a fascinating little game in there - and in any event, becoming accustomed to the eccentricities of the text is good practice for the mode of speech required in play.

The Extraordinary Adventures of Baron Munchausen is a storytelling game in the most literal sense: play begins with the host (GM) turning to the player to her right and opening with something like the following:

Most honoured and noble Prince, if you could refrain momentarily from the gracious attentions you are paying to my sister, mayhap you might satisfy our curiosity on the matter of how it was that you escaped from the prison of Akkra after you had been burned at the stake there two days earlier?

That player is then obliged to improvise - entirely on the spot - the details of the requested adventure. (An appendix of some two hundred such story seeds is provided if the host can’t think of one.) At any time, however, any other player can wager a coin to interrupt with an objection or correction to the details of the story; the speaker may then incorporate the twist into her narrative, or else wager a coin of her own to reject it with a stern insult to the interrupting party (the insult is mandatory). This goes back and forth until either the story is complete, or two parties reach an impasse, at which point the matter must be resolved with a duel. The text is very clear that this means an actual duel - the kind with swords and pistols - though several less lethal alternatives are provided for the benefit of children and cowards.

(For those whose improv skills aren’t so hot, players are explicitly encouraged to exploit the interruption rules to throw lifelines to floundering storytellers, so in practice the game can be as collaborative as you like - you’re not going to be up there on your own, provided you’re not playing with jerks!)

As you may have gathered, you gain coins by accepting and incorporating complications into your stories, and lose coins by rejecting them. Winning isn’t a simple matter of reaching the highest total, however. You see, you don’t get to keep your coins; at the end of the session, each player passes all of the coins she’s won to whichever other player she thinks told the best story. It’s only after this exchange that the coins are totaled and a winner is determined - in effect, what you’re accumulating by accepting wagers isn’t points, but votes.

The text is rounded out with several alternative settings, rules for playing with small children, a Rashomon-like variant in which players compete to determine the truth of an event in which they all ostensibly participated (and each remembers differently), and also, for no particular reason, a tabletop implementation of Mornington Crescent. All in all, it’s a very dense 150 pages - lots of good stuff in there, if you can prise it out of the occasionally impenetrable prose.

Fair Game - Smut

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Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stuart Twombly/Reader
Words: 4,833
AN: FINALLY! In celebration of the end of Stuart week, here’s my contribution! Thanks to Kenz and Hay for putting this on, it’s been fun writing about my favorite nerd. @rememberstilinski @sarcasticallystilinski 


You settled in front of the makeup mirror in the back room of the club, opening up your bag and rummaging around for your eyeliner. You smiled at the girl next to you, turning back and fixing your cat eye, puckering your lips as you applied your lipstick.

You’d only been working at this strip club for a few weeks, the money more than enough to help you pay your student loans and bills. You hadn’t told anyone what you’d been doing for work, and it wasn’t because you were ashamed. You knew that people wouldn’t understand, or think you were some kind of slut or something.

Your biggest fear was running into someone you knew, and although you grew up and went to high school far away, everyone came to LA at some point, so it wasn’t far fetched that you might give a lap dance to someone who was in your junior year chemistry class. The last thing you needed was for someone that you knew outside of the place to judge you.

So what were the odds of you being assigned a customer who was exactly that? Stuart Twombly was peering up at you, slightly dazed as his black rimmed glasses sat skewed on his face, a beer clutched tightly in his fist. His brown eyes lit up in recognition, and you shook your head slightly to stop him when he opened his mouth.

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Come Clean - Part 3 (Final)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 3,262

Summary: The reader catches Jensen snooping through her phone.

Part 1 Part 2


“What the hell was that, Jensen? Tell me now.” Danneel demands angrily narrowing her eyes.

“Um…she…well…I’ll be right back, ok?”

“What?!”

“Just give me a minute! I have to talk to Jared.” Jensen bolts to his costar’s trailer without waiting for a reply.

“What’s up?” Jared asks when Jensen bursts through his door like a mad man.

“What did Y/N say?”

“About what?”

“Don’t fuck with me right now, Padalecki.” Jensen growls surprising them both.

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I’m totally prepared to ship Barry/Lup even though I’m not fully there YET 

I WANT too because I really get how it could be great and cute and awesome but yeah

basically I’m exited for these flashbacks to give griffin the opportunity to build their relationship from the ground up and make me care about it :P

Do You Want Me or Not?

Summary: Your’s and Bucky’s relationship is kept a secret, although it made the sex incredibly hot, not being able to hold your hand or taking you out on public dates took a toll on Bucky.

Warnings: angst, light smut (fingers and oral -reader receiving-)

A/N: I just really wanted to write a super angsty fic. I hope you enjoy it! Not my best fic but this has been sitting unfinished in my drafts for months now and I really wanted to finish it and get it out there. Not every fic is perfect and I accept that, I hope you guys do, too :)


The bass of the music shook the walls of the tower as people danced and drank, grinding on each other while swooning over the Avengers. Sam’s birthday party was in full swing and instead out enjoying the festivities you were stuck in your bedroom with Bucky. For once, you wished you were anywhere but there. You were having a fight.

Bucky had spent the first half of the party watching your entanglement with one of Sam’s friend, Alex. Bucky watched as the two of you danced, hugged, held hands, and occasionally snuggle on the couch. Bucky finally snapped when Alex dropped his head down and placed a tender kiss on your lips.

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Twisted in Love (DT) Part 1

Summary: Y/N is an up and coming YouTuber. Grayson falls in love with her, and wants her to be his. Little did he know that his twin brother Ethan had the same idea. Who will win her heart? Who’s heart will get broken? 

Word Count: 2,946

Warnings: None.

A/N: Hey guys! So @sniperdolan & I are honestly pretty excited about this collab! We started talking about it, & ideas just started rolling in! We hope you guys enjoy it, and feel free to give us feedback! Let us know what you guys think! Love you!! 

** tweets are in italic ** 


Grayson’s POV

Ethan and I were chilling at the warehouse, we finally got a little down time from filming all our videos for the week. I was laying in the foam pit, watching YouTube videos on my phone, while Ethan was sitting on the couch, eating popcorn, and checking his Twitter.  

“Yo Gray! Do you know who Y/N Y/L/N is” Ethan asked, with a mouth full of popcorn.

“Uh, no. Why? Who’s that?” I asked, as I was climbing out of the foam pit.

“I don’t know. But the fans keep tagging us in video, and she’s all over my timeline.” he said, scrolling away on his phone.

“I think she’s a YouTuber or something.” he says shoving some more popcorn into his mouth.

I closed out of the video I was watching on YouTube, and typed her name in the search bar. Ethan’s right, she is a YouTuber. She had 187,000 subscribers, and from scrolling through her channel it looks like she does make up tutorials, DIYS, challenge videos, she even vlogs. 

“Yo E, I found her channel.” I said, sitting down next to him on the couch.  

I clicked on her most recent video which was posted earlier today. It was a Q&A.

“Dude, she’s hot!” Ethan said, making me roll my eyes at him. He wasn’t wrong though. She was beautiful. Her brown hair complimented her soft brown eyes, and her smile was so captivating. She was 18, so she was our age.  

* * * *

“Who is your favorite YouTuber at the moment?” Y/N read the question, than looked back at the camera.

“Well you guys know I’m obsessed with like almost every beauty channel, but I think my overall favorite channel would be The Dolan Twins.” she said, and I paused the video to look at Ethan.

“Who are those guys?” 

“They sound like a couple of losers!” Ethan, and I said breaking out into a fit of laughter. I unpaused the video not expecting to hear what I heard next.

“Their pretty hilarious! And Grayson Dolan kind of sorta happens to be my “celebrity” crush.” she said hiding her face in her hands. 

Wait what? Did she just say I was her celebrity crush? Even though I don’t consider myself a celebrity. I didn’t realize how hard I was smiling until Ethan said something.

“You’re smiling way to hard, it’s kind of creepy.” he said, making a disgusted face.

“Shut up. You’re just mad that I’m the better twin.” I said, flipping him over the back of the couch, and running away before he could do anything to me.

I was on my phone checking my Twitter, and following some fans, when I got a notification that Ethan had mentioned me in a tweet.  

* * * *

@EthanDolan: May or may not have just stalked @Y/T/N YouTube channel with @GraysonDolan. We watched literally every single video. He couldn’t stop drooling.

I retweeted his tweet, and started to type up my own.  

@GraysonDolan: @EthanDolan is just mad he’s not your “celebrity” crush. Btw, I don’t think I’m a “celebrity” but I’m flattered! Also @Y/T/N channel is dope af! Go subscribe!  

* * * *

Reader’s POV

I was in my room sitting on my computer chair, editing one of my videos when my phone notifications kept going off like crazy. I’m pretty sure my phone was going to explode at any moment. I checked my phone, and saw that I had over 100 Twitter notifications.  

“What the hell?” I said to myself, opening up my Twitter app.

I noticed that I had gained a lot of new followers, and people were also posting and retweeting my new video. I smiled at the thought of how sweet they are. It’s still crazy to think that people actually like my videos. I mean yeah there were a few mean comments, and haters her and there, but the good ones always out weigh the bad! I replied to, and retweeted a few people, and even followed some of them back. I kept scrolling through my mentions to see all the sweet things people were saying. Then something caught my eye, and I’m pretty sure I had a heart attack.

* * * *

@EthanDolan follows you.

@GraysonDolan follows you.

@EthanDolan: May or may not have just stalked @Y/T/N YouTube channel with @GraysonDolan. We watched literally every single video. He couldn’t stop drooling.

@GraysonDolan: @EthanDolan is just mad he’s not your “celebrity” crush. Btw, I don’t think I’m a “celebrity” but I’m flattered! Also @Y/T/N channel is dope af! Go subscribe!

@GraysonDolan liked 2 of your tweets.

@GraysonDolan retweeted you.  

@EthanDolan liked 1 of your tweets.

@EthanDolan retweeted you.

@EthanDolan retweeted you.

* * * *

“Oh My God!” I shouted out loud. The Dolan Twins followed me on Twitter, and they watched my video. What the actual fuck is happening? Before I could even process anything, my phone vibrated in my hand. I had just recieved a message from Twitter. Not checking to see who it was from, I opened the app back, and went straight to my messages. 

Grayson Dolan sent a message 

Grayson Dolan: Hey cutie. 

I starred at my phone confused, reading the same message over and over again. 

Grayson Fucking Dolan just dmed me. This can’t actually be happening. I was having the biggest fangirl moment ever. I pinched myself just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming, and I wasn’t. This is actually happening. Why is this happening? How did they even find my YouTube channel? I was asking myself all kinds of question, when it suddenly hit me. He watched my video. I told the whole world that Grayson Dolan was my celebrity crush, and he saw it. 

“Good job Y/N!” I said to myself, still staring at my phone screen. I wanted to reply but for some reason I had no clue what to say. Maybe I shouldn’t respond, maybe I should wait till tomorrow or something. I was making a bigger deal of the situation than it was. I mean not everyday a YouTuber who also happens to be your celebrity crush dms you. I finally got myself together, and replied. 

Y/N Y/L/N: Hey. 

I closed out of Twitter, and threw my phone on my bed, and got back to the computer to finish editing. As soon as I sat down, I heard a ding, letting me know that it was a Twitter message. Assuming that it could’ve been Grayson, I got up from my chair pretty quickly. I grabbed my phone, and sat back down in my chair. I opened the app back up, but instead of it being a message from Grayson, it was from Ethan. 

Ethan Dolan sent a message. 

Ethan Dolan: What’s up!

I was in complete shock. I couldn’t believe any of this was happening. I began to type up a quick reply, not thinking to much about it this time. 

Y/N Y/L/N: Hey, what’s up! 

* * * *

It has been about 2 weeks since the boys followed, and messaged me on Twitter. The conversations have been none stop between us. We’ve even exchange numbers, and we all started a streak on Snapchat. It was pretty obvious that Grayson and I liked each other. We were always flirting. Whether it was using emojis when we tweeted each other, or sending cute random texts. Ethan was pretty great too. Whenever I couldn’t fall asleep, he’d stay on Facetime with me until I did. He’s pretty much become like my best friend. It just seemed a little odd when he told me to not bring up the fact that he messaged me on Twitter to Grayson. I mean Grayson obviously knew we have each other’s number and we talk, so why can’t he know if Ethan dmed me. I mean not like that’s something I would randomly bring up, but it was just a little weird to me.

 A few days ago, Grayson asked me if I wanted to film a collab video with them. I was hesitant at first, because I didn’t want people to think that I was using them to become “big” on YouTube. After a lot of convincing from Grayson & Ethan, I gave in. I was currently at the store getting some things for the video. We were filming a Cooking With The Dolan Twins Part 2 featuring myself for their channel. The thought of them cooking in my house scares me. Something is gonna end up burning, I just know it. I made sure to get everything that I needed, before heading back to my apartment to get ready. 

I finished setting up the cameras, and my phone went off signaling me that it was a text message. It was from Ethan.

Ethan: Hey, so I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight? After we film the video.  

Ethan: It doesn’t have to be like a date if you don’t want it to be.  

Ethan: It can just be the 2 of us casually going to get pizza or something.

Y/N: I mean who could turn down some pizza? What time?

Ethan: The video won’t take that long to film. So how about 9:00?

Y/N: Sounds good!

Ethan: Oh! We’re here btw!

Putting my phone down on the counter, I went to go out the front door. I opened the door, to see Grayson with his hands formed into a fist, getting ready to knock on the door.  

“How’d you know we were here?” he asked, giving me a hug before stepping inside.

“Et-” I was trying to respond, but Ethan cut me off.

“Everything’s already setup?” he said walking past me, and into the kitchen.

“Yup, we’re good to go!” I said shrugging whatever just happened off, handing the guys aporns.

* * * *

“Hey guys, we’re back!” the boys yelled in unison at the camera. I was standing on the side waiting for them to introduce me into the video.

We had already started filming, Ethan was going over the instructions for the cake. Grayson kept sprinkling flour at me, every few seconds like a child. I would try not to laugh so that Ethan can get through with the instructions but I couldn’t help it. I let out a small laugh, as Grayson tried to sprinkle the flour on me pretending he was Salt Bae. Causing Ethan to turn around giving us an annoyed look.

“Guys! C'mon!” he said before turning back at the camera.

Grayson mocked him like a 2 year old child when he turned around so he couldn’t see. Grayson leaded his head on my shoulder, and I couldn’t help but giggle at how adorable he was. Next thing I know, with a quickness Grayson had wiped cake frosting on my entire face with his hand. Reacting face I grabbed the bag of flour and threw it on him.

Seriously guys stop!“ Ethan said, turning around only to get flour thrown on him too.

* * * *

We finished filming the video, and I was completely from head to toe in flour, eggs, pizza sauce, everything! The three of us looked like an actual human pizza. We couldn’t stop laughing at how ridiculous we each looked.

Grayson and I were flirting the whole time, and you can tell Ethan was getting a little annoyed at how childish we were being.

The guys helped me clean up the kitchen, and put away all the filming equipment before they left. Remembering that I was going to get some pizza with Ethan tonight, I needed to go take a shower and wash all this stuff off. Hopefully he won’t be in such an annoyed mood later when we meet up.

* * * *

Grayson’s POV

“Yo E, where are you going?” I asked Ethan. He was standing in front of this bathroom mirror getting dressed.

“I’m just gonna go get some food.” he responded back from the bathroom.

“I wanna go!” I said, laying down on the sofa in the living room, scrolling through my Instagram. I seen that Y/N had just posted a picture so I liked it. I wonder where she was going. She was wearing ripped black skinny jeans, with 1975 band tee that was cut into a crop top. Her hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, showing off all the perfect features of her face.

“There’s no point in you going. I’m brining back food.” Ethan said walking into the living room.

He was acting a little weird, but I just shooked it off not thinking to much or anything by it. I walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. I heard a text notification go off, from the counter next to me. I took a quick glance at the screen, and saw Y/N name on across the lock screen. Why is Y/N texting Ethan I thought to myself. I mean I know I gave them each other’s number when we were leaving her house, but Y/N hasn’t texted me since we left,but she’s texting Ethan.

Ethan was in the bathroom doing his hair, so he wasn’t going to come out for a while. I know it’s kind of messed up what I’m doing, but something just wasn’t sitting right with me so I wanted to find out. It wasn’t hard to unlocked his phone, since we both knew each other’s passcode. I went to his messages, and clicked on Y/N name.

Y/N: Are you ready yet?

Ready? Ready for what? Where are they going? Confused about what Y/N was talking about, I scrolled up a little more. I kept scrolling, and saw that Ethan had asked Y/N to go out tonight. I guess that’s why he was getting ready. But wait he texted her this around 12 this afternoon, but I didn’t give Ethan Y/N’s number until a few hours ago. I kept scrolling through the messages between them, and there were so many. Then I realized they’ve been texting each other for 2 weeks. I closed out of his text messages, opened up his Twitter, and went to his dms. I found Y/N’s name, and opened up the dms between them. He dmed her the same day I did. But why? If he knew she had a crush on me, and I even told him I was going to try to talk to her, why would he still even do that. And then lie this whole time, as if he never talked to her. I mean it’s clear that he likes her, now it makes sense why he got so annoyed and weird earlier. But does she like him? I mean she never acted like she did, she never really flirted with him or anything. She’s always saying how Ethan is like her best friend. I heard the bathroom door close, the closed out of Twitter, locked his phone, and put it back on the counter before hopping back onto the sofa pretending like I was laying there watching tv the whole time.

“I’ll be back bro.” Ethan said, grabbing his phone off the counter, and heading out the door.

As much as I wanted to saying something about it, I wasn’t going to. I figured I’d just act completely clueless about the situation, and see how long he can keep lying to me about this. I still can’t believe it, this is probably the first time ever that Ethan has lied to me. 

I sat on the sofa on Snapchat, when I saw that Y/N posted something on her story. She was standing in front of a fountain, doing the classic peace sign and duck face pose. I’m guessing Ethan took this picture for her, since they were together right now. Not sure why but the thought of them together kind of bugged me. I mean Ethan was always the one with the girlfriend, while I was the one single. So for once you’d think he’d just let me have the girl, and not try to like the same girl I do! But then again, what if it’s not like that. What if their just best friends? I saw that Y/N added another snap to her story so I watched it. It was a picture of Ethan biting a slice of pizza with the caption ‘Good Pizza With Great People”. Looking at the picture I knew exactly where they were at. I decided to send Y/N a winky face emoji. I got off the sofa, and went to my room to change. I pulled my snapback on my head, and grabbed my keys on the hook, and headed out the apartment door. 

Honestly, I don’t have any clue what I just ordered. The photo set? No clue what is in it. The album? Haven’t even heard it yet. The vinyl? Don’t even own a good record player. But I know that when Harry delivers, he delivers, so I’m not even worried that I’m going to hate it. I’m going to love every single piece and beat of what I just bought.

BTS Reacts: Please Don’t Leave Me

Request: I read the request of @yona–hime that you wrote (the “it was only a bet” one) and I wanted to tell you that I absolutely love your writing and creativity. But it left me a little sad and hoping for more. So I wondered if you would be willing to write an apology bts reaction thingy… you know what I mean. It’s in your hands how it’ll end… but I would love to read a bts trying to get you back/apologising type of writing💕

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Seokjin (Jin)

A/N: Kimchi jjigae is kimchi stew in Korean

You pushed around your stew, chewing on the inside of your cheek, gaze lost somewhere between your small plate of kimchi and your bowl of rice.

“How’s your kimchi jjigae?” Seokjin’s quiet yet anything but calming voice rang through the awkward silence.

“Fine,” You winced at your too hasty response and peered up through long eyelashes to catch a glimpse of his reaction. “It’s good,” you added, almost as an afterthought. You mentally kicked yourself.

You set your spoon down and folded your hands neatly in your lap, eyes still trained on his broad form sitting across from you. “What did you want to talk about, Seokjin?”

Your mind ran through the possibilities once again. Since he had texted you this morning out of the blue about meeting up and talking, it was all your mind could focus on, making work and the drive home almost impossible to get through. Your brow furrowed as Seokjin shifted umcomfotably in his his chair, languid fingers coming up to rub soothingly at his forearm.

“I wanted to apologize.” His words fell slowly, almost as if he was forcing them out, dragging them tooth and nail into the deafening silence before him. Before you knew it, words were tumbling so fast from his lips, it was almost hard to make sense of everything. “Look, I’m sorry, (Y/N). I know our relationship didn’t end on a good note, but I thought that maybe, if we worked out some of our bigger issues we could give it another try. Give us another try. You were the one person at the end of the day, I enjoyed talking to, to unload all my stress on, to rant to about, if the other boys were getting out of hand. Hell, you’re almost like a second mother to them, and they miss you, so I was hoping th-”

“Seokjin.”

Wide brown eyes met your hard gaze. You sighed.

“You ended our 2 year relationship over a text while you were away in another country touring. I had no feasible way of contacting you, unless you called me, which you didn’t, not even to explain yourself. All I got was a lame ‘it’s not you, it’s me’.”

You dipped your head to catch his gaze steadfast on the kitchen table, jaw set tight. “I loved you with everything I had, and I still do, but the last 6 months have been a living hell. Because I was convinced that no one else would want me. That my love wasn’t good enough for anyone. Do you know how that feels, Seokjin? To watch the man you loved so fucking much just carry on with his schedule like he didn’t just break someone’s heart?”

“(Y/N), please believe me when I say I am so fucking sorry.” His lips parted, chest rising with emotion, eyes searching for the words that just wouldn’t come.

Tears streamed down your face, ruining the makeup you had worked so meticulously on. “I agreed to meet you tonight to show you that I don’t need you. Just like you showed me that you didn’t need me.” You breathed deeply, throwing your napkin on top of your unfinished dinner. “Forgive me when I say this, Seokjin, but I will not let you hurt me again.”

You stood from your chair, and headed towards the kitchen door. You turned back towards him, almost regretting catching a glimpse of his fallen face. “Thanks for dinner, Seokjin.”

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Yoongi (Suga)

[8:33pm] You: you almost here?”

[8:35pm] Yoongs☕: what are you talking about

A disbelieving snort and an eye roll later, you typed the frustration into your phone. You readjusted in your bar stool.

[8:35pm] You: Yoongi

[8:36pm] You: you promised me drinks tonight.

[8:36pm] You: remember???

You set your phone down on the bar and resisted the urge to rub your face in irritation. You faked a smile at the bartender and held up your hand for his attention. “A Jack and Coke, please.”

You phone lit up in the hazy light of the bar and you immediately answered it with a sigh.

“(Y/N), don’t hate me. I completely forgot about tonight.”

Yoongi’s deep timbre rang through your phone. Namjoon’s low voice barely registered through the back noise and your heart sank. He wasn’t coming tonight.

You nodded at the bartender as he set a napkin and your drink down. “I’ll start a tab.” You forced another smile.

Are you already there?”

You swallowed hard. “Yeah. I am.”

“Shit, baby, I’m really sorry, but I can’t make it tonight. We’re almost finished with this track and-,”

Save it, Yoongi.” The calm in your voice surprised even yourself. You sipped at your mixed drink, the burn easing your nerves only slightly. “I think we need to talk.”

An almost impatient sigh came through and irritation sparked anew in your chest. “Can it wait, (Y/N)? We’re a little busy and the PD’s want the vocals recorded by tomorrow.”Burning hot anger burned it’s way through your logic and reasoning.

“Whatever, Yoongi.”


[12:03am] Yoongs☕: what did you want to talk about

[12:17am] You: loose my numberrr

[12:17am] Yoongs☕: are you drunk?

[12:18am] You: I’m mildly offenddedd

[12:19am] You: but a little yes

You groaned at the vibrating of your phone staring at the too bright screen. “What?”

“(Y/N), why did you want to talk? And why are you drunk?”

“I’m drunk because at least the bartender will pay attention to me. At least he can pretend to give a damn about my day.” You tried your hardest not to slur your words, to control your volume as much as possible. You exhaled a deep breath. “I think we should split up.”

“Baby, you’re not in your right state of mind.” What little patience Yoongi had at the end of a long day was wavering. “Go home, get into bed, and I’ll call you in the morning while you’re trying not to puke up your breakfast.”

“I’m being serious, Yoongi.” You prided yourself in how sober you sounded in that moment.

Silence. “Is that really what you want?”

You nodded before realizing he couldn’t see it. “Yeah,” was your quiet answer.

“Can we at least have coffee tomorrow afternoon to talk?”

“Yeah, if you don’t flake out like all the other times,” you snorted too loudly into the phone.

Yoongi uttered his words, dull pain laced through them. “I’ll see you tomorrow,(Y/N).”

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Hoseok (J-Hope)

You watched your iced coffee with feigned interest as you spun the straw in circles, chewing on your bottom lip.

“So, um…how’s work going?”

You cringed at the awkward ice breaker, conversation so dead you could beat it with a proverbial bat. You stopped your straw, picking up your beverage and taking a quick sip as if stalling for more time. You set it down on the outside table with a thunk. “Fine.” You managed out. “Busy, as always. How about you?”

Hoseok nodded as if it would single handedly cure the awkward tension. “Same.” A stiff chuckle forced itself from his lips. You sighed.

“Look, Hoseok.” You met his normally larger than life expression now replaced with a deep set frown and a nervous twitch of his lips.

“Hobi is fine-”

Hoseok,” The look of hurt that washed over his face was hard to take in, but you pushed through. “I’m not sure why you called me out of the blue like this, but your voicemail wasn’t very clear. What did you want to talk about?”

Hoseok expelled a deep breath, running a hand through his unstyled hair. “I wanted to talk to you about…us.”

“Hoseok, there is no us. You made that clear when you left me.”

“(Y/N), I messed up. I thought that I would be fine after we split, but I’m not. I’m not as happy as I used to be, even the fans have started to notice.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s still about the fans. It was always about the fans. That’s what tore us apart, remember? You said I was too jealous.”

“Look, I know, but if we could just give it one more chance, I think we could really work out. It was so easy to be with you and you made even the little things so fun and-,”

“So you’re bored now, is that what this is?”

“No, (Y/N), just listen to me!” Hoseok’s brows furrowed further in frustration as he reached for your hand in your lap. You closed your eyes, willing your heart to slow at his touch.

“Hobi,” You hated the pleading in your own voice. “We’ve had this argument so many times, it’s painful at this point.” You met his large eyes with your own. “Your fans are important to you, as they should be. We broke up for a reason, and maybe later on in life, when things have settled down, this could really, really work. But right now, we can’t.”

Hoseok blinked back tears at the finality of your words. He nodded, at nothing in particular, as he let go of your hand and stood from his chair.

“I’m sorry, Hoseok.” Your voice barely broke a whisper. “But this is the way it has to be.”

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Namjoon (Rap Monster)

Warning: Intended mental health issues

“Baby, just talk to me. Tell me what’s on your mind.” Namjoon’s soft words made your skin itch with irritation.

“Don’t,” A soft warning that you prayed would carry all your mixed feelings. You pulled your knees up to rest your chin lightly on them and closed your eyes with a sigh.

“How can I make you feel better if you won’t let me inside your head?” He ran his large hand up and down your leg soothingly.

“Shit, Namjoon, don’t you think if I knew, I would tell you?! I can’t even fucking explain the shit that goes through my brain, let alone try and make someone else understand it!” You stood up from the couch, letting his hand drop and paced in the small room of his studio.

“How am I supposed to make you happy when I can’t even be happy myself?” Words that were meant for only yourself carried over to Namjoon’s place on the couch easily.

“What are you saying?”

You stopped and turned towards him, heart stampeding through your chest. “Maybe it’d be best if we took a break.”

“Baby, if you would just let me help you, just…try! I don’t want to lose you; you don’t need to be alone at a time like this.” His brow furrowed, hands flailing in front of him, desperately trying to get his point across.

You laughed dryly. “Namjoon, you could have anyone you ever wanted, yet you chose to stay with a screw-up like me. You can’t be happy in this. I’m not happy in this.”

You searched his dark eyes filled with nothing but confusion and a desperate need to understand you. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes.

“Just give me some time to figure myself out. That’s all I’m asking.”

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Jimin

“Jimin, there is nobody else!” You threw your hands in exasperation, your phone settled between your place and his on the couch.

“Then who is Jaehoon?” he shot back, voice dripping with accusation.

You stared blankly, lips parted. He can’t be serious, right?

Jimin,” You sighed and rubbed at your forehead. “That’s my dance instructor. You’ve met him.”

“Oh…”

You looked up, his eyes focused hard on the space between you. You cocked your head to the side, a learned irritated habit you had picked up from one of the boys. “’Oh’? That’s it? No ‘I’m sorry’, no ‘I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions so fast’?”

“Look, (Y/N), I’m really sorry, I’m just under a bit of stress-”

“This isn’t the first time this has happened, Jimin.” You desperately wished he could understand how frustrating it was to always be accused, to always be questioned. “We’ve had arguments so similar to this, I can almost predict when and who you’re going to accuse me of being with, or why you think I don’t love you or whatever it is that day. I know you’ve had trouble with others in the past, but I just wish you wouldn’t doubt me. It hurts.”

Jimin’s gaze never left the couch cushion. You pushed on quietly.

“I think it would be best if we took a break until you can get yourself straight.”

Your boyfriend’s head shot up, usually soft eyes filled with surprise and hurt. “What? I can work through this (Y/N), just give me some time, but please don’t leave me like this. I can change, I swear.”

“Then prove to me you can. I still stand by what I say; a break would be good for us,” You hated the hurt that was written plain as day on his face, the glossed over eyes that refused to shed tears. “It’ll be good for you.”

“You don’t get to decide what’s good for me, (Y/N),” Jimin’s low growl was barely audible.

You squeezed your eyes shut, shoving down the irritated tone you hoped wouldn’t come through. “Then do it for me.”

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Taehyung (V)

You sighed deeply, eyes trained to the carpet. You didn’t know how much longer you could do this; your self confidence was deflating.

“But I don’t understand, (Y/N).” Taehyung’s deep voice sent chills down your spine, pain almost palpable in his question. “What did I do?”

Fresh tears streamed down your reddened cheeks. “Tae, you didn’t do anything. It’s me.” Sobs escaped your throat on your last words, You felt Taehyung’s hand rub soothing circles in your back. You gulped back the rest of your sobs, desperately trying to calm yourself. This was only going to get harder.

“I can’t make you choose between me and your career. I can’t do this anymore, Tae.” You looked up to Taehyung with pleading eyes, hoping he would understand the position you were in. “All the secret meetups, the covering up, I….it’s too much. I’m ready to settle down, and you can’t do that just yet.”

Taehyung’s chocolate brown eyes searched yours for any kind of solution. “I…I can change, (Y/N). I can make more time for you, I’ll talk to my manager about us being public.” He licked his dry lips. “Just please….please don’t leave me.”

You played with your fingers, more than anything wanting to reach out and comfort the man you had been in love with for the last year. You closed your eyes and sighed softly.

“Taehyung,” You called out his name, no honorifics, no nickname, just him. “You’ve given me the most amazing year of my life. Seriously, you’ve given the chance to experience things I could have never dreamed of.” You smiled at him, full of gratitude and fondness. “But I think it’s time we went out separate ways.”

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Jeongguk (Jungkook)

Warning: Mention of issues with self worth

You pinched the bridge of your nose, frustration clouding your judgement. You puffed up your cheeks and blew out air.

“(Y/N), I thought we were happy?”

“No, Jeongguk. You were happy. You were too caught up in your job and your own self to see how bad it was. How much I’ve suffered through this. I’ve been called every name under the sun by people who don’t even know me. By girls younger than me. You told me the fans would respect our relationship and I truly believed that, because of how loyal they are to you. But you were wrong. I was wrong.” You breathed raggedly through your nose, trying to calm yourself down. “You may be used to this life, but I’m not. I can’t.”

Jeongguk’s wide eyes narrowed slightly, trying to find the words he desperately wanted to say. “(Y/N), I-I can fix this. Just tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it. I’ll deal with the concequinces later.”

Your heart shattered at his words and you knew if you didn’t do it now, you’d never have the courage.

“Jeongguk, I don’t think you can fix this.”

Jeongguk’s eyes widened, dark orbs hiding nothing of the emotions running through his head. “W-what? But you said you loved me; how can you just…?”

Tears fell from your cheeks. “Kookie, I did. I still do-it’s just that all those comments have hurt me worse than I ever thought they could. I used to be so confident and happy with who I was, and now…I can’t stand looking at myself in the mirror because all I can see is their negative words.”

You wiped the tears from your cheeks with the back of your hand. “I’m really sorry, Jeongguk.”

Sportacus is so pure I don’t think there’s an episode where he’s not anything but supportive and happy and open to trying new things. Hell, he can’t even be tricked properly. When he looses his memories and Robbie tells him he’s an ice cream man his immdedent response is “yeah giving out ice cream!!! I’ll make so many kids happy!!!” And when Robbie tells him later that he likes to stay in and knit, Sportacus knits a scarf that takes up his entire home with this big smile on his face. And in a different episode when he gets turned invisible he’s not mad he’s just “wow!! Invisible!!” And it’s so good and so pure he’s like an actual puppy always on the “!!!!!!!!!” setting and his accent makes everything he says sound adorable and I guess what I’m just trying to say is that Sportacus is the One True Cinnamon Roll

What Do YOU Want? Pt. 1

A Kwon Jiyong series ft. Kim Jiwon

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word count: 2,500+

Summary: The most important person in the world to you can appear most often when you least expect it. But through everything, you can’t forget about you and your own happiness. Who are you happy with? Who is the best for you?

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 

Originally posted by peaceminus8ne

Your patience was wearing thin.

It had been nearly 3 weeks since you and Jiyong had spent any time together and it was time to address it. Since you worked during the morning/day at YG and then spent the early evenings in your studio, you made sure that you had all night free and you assumed Jiyong would do the same. But you were mistaken. Again.

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request: can you write something where it’s a rainy evening & Shawn comes home to y/n with her hair up, face mask on w just his shirt on dancing around to there’s nothin holding me back or something 😭 it’s rainy and I’m in my feels 💙

a/n: idk what to title this


You saw the text from your boyfriend, saying he was going to be at the studio for a few more hours. “Hmm,” You picked yourself up off of the bed, and walked into the bathroom. After a few minutes of digging, you found the bottle you had been looking for. It had been a good two weeks since you had done a face mask, so you washed your face, and tyed your hair up into a sad bun, and smeared the mask onto your face. You set your phone timer for twenty-five minutes, and opened Spotify. Shawn’s new single was probably your favorite thing to listen to at the moment, so you hooked your phone up to the Bluetooth speakers that decorated your room, and pressed play.

You didn’t hear the door slam, so when you turned around during the bridge of the song, you screamed when you saw Shawn leaning against the frame. “What are you doing home?” You asked, feeling your cheeks heat up. “I thought you were in the studio for a few more hours?”

“Babe, I sent you that text like, three hours ago.” Shawn chuckled, eyes roaming down your body. “I like what you’re wearing.” He smiled, grabbing his shorts and heading into the bathroom. You were clad in only one of Shawn’s old shirts from high school, and some fuzzy socks.

Shawn exited the bathroom in just the basketball shorts he brought in, and you two jumped when the alarm went off, since your phone was still connected to the speakers. You poked Shawn in the chest as you walked by, going to peel off the face mask. Shawn followed you, watching you from the doorway of the bathroom. You made eye contact with him, and smiled, “Hi.”

“Hey, baby.” He walked into the room, and wrapped his arms around you, and you felt his lips on your neck. “I love you,”

You finished peeling off the mask, and took Shawn’s hand in yours. “I love you, too. But I’m not putting this face mask on you. It’s almost gone and I don’t have any more.”

“Dammit.”


Sidetracked

Request: Nope

Prompt: 44 and 45 from this list: “what you did was stupid” and “no. you listen.”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: y/n and Peter are close friends, and she knows all about his crime-fighting persona. He always tells her before he goes off to fight the bad guys, but when he doesn’t reply after several days before showing up out of the blue, she is understandably upset.

Warnings: some swearing, mention of blood

Reader insert!


y/n’s mother was beginning to pick up on her odd behavior, but she didn’t care. All she could think about was Peter’s bruised and battered body, laying in an abandoned alley somewhere. She didn’t care that she sent endless texts. He always told her where he was and whether he had won. So surely something had gone wrong.

As the sun set on the fourth day since Peter had vanished, y/n was beginning to loose hope. She was seriously debating phoning the police, but how ridiculous would that sound? “Hello, yeah, my very good friend Spider-Man might be in trouble!” She just didn’t know what to do.

At midnight, her eyelids finally began to feel heavy. Maybe he’ll have texted me back in the morning, she thought sleepily.

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anonymous asked:

Numbers 112.,113. with monty

from this prompt post

112: “Why are you bleeding?”

113: “Where did all these puppies come from?”

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Hey, Y/N! Can I come over? I know ur parents are away this weekend ;)’  You looked down as your phone buzzed, gently setting Frank down next to you as you picked up the device.

“Fuck.” You quietly murmured to yourself, surveying the room around you as your mind began to race.

“Sure, babe.” You quickly texted back. Monty lived across town, which gave you about twenty minutes to figure out what to do.no

“Good. Cuz I’m outside.”

“Shit!” You raced over to the window, stumbling over the hem of Monty’s oversized flannel bottoms, which you had stolen from him months prior. Outside, Monty stood leaning against the hood of his pickup, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he saw the pale blue curtain flicker, and your worried face peek out. You glanced nervously behind you, then smiled, hurrying over to the front door as Monty began to walk up the front path.

You quickly opened the heavy wooden front door, positioning your body in the opening as Monty neared the front porch.

“Hey babe.” Monty smiled as he walked up the steps.

“Hey yourself. You know, I was thinking that maybe we could do something outside today like a picnic on the lawn, or sunbathing or something so why don’t you just hang out here while I grab a blanket and put a shirt on, okay? Sounds good.” You nervously chuckled and stepped slightly backwards, beginning to close the door. A loud thump and a heavy force prevented you from doing so as Monty stepped forward, his large hand stopping the oak from shutting. 

“Y/N? You’re really worrying me. Are you okay? Is everything okay? What can I do for you? I’ll help you with anything, babe.” Concern flashed across his face as his honey brown eyes searched yours, his eyebrows raised as he reached out with his free hand to grab your hand. “Please, this is really concerning. What’s going on? Wait, why are you bleeding?!” His voice raised up as he looked down and saw a long scratch on the back of your hand.

“Well, shit. Frank must’ve scratched me.”

“Who the fuck is Frank?! Y/N! This isn’t funny.” He pushed by you into the house and his mouth fell open as he looked into the living room.

On the couch sat three dachsunds, one sleeping on the armrest, the other two playing tug of war with a small rope. On the blue armchair rested another one, who was lying on his back, all four paws sticking up in the air as he snored. On the ground, two more wrestled over a bone, and another one was sniffing a slipped curiously.

“Shit. That’s only…7…oh, nope. There’s Weenie.” Another one trotted around the corner of the kitchen, dragging a stuffed lamb that was twice his size behind it.

“Y/N…Where did all these puppies come from?” You glanced up at him sheepishly, a small smile spreading across your face as you gently laced your fingers through his.

“Um. Well, it’s kind of a funny story…you see, like, you know how you told me that volunteering at the animal shelter was a bad idea? And you know how I started work there yesterday? And you know how you’re, like, 93% of my impulse control? Well, I tried calling you and you didn’t pick up when this box of puppies was just, like, dropped off at the front steps, and they looked so, so sad, so because you didn’t answer your phone this is pretty much your fault, so you’re gonna have to answer to Mom and Dad, because like I said, you didn’t tell me not to take the box, so you’re kinda liable and responsible for this and I love you babe, did I tell you how much I love you and how hot you look in that shirt and how sweet and caring and loving you are?”

“Oh my god, Y/N. This spontaneity and excitement is why I fell in love with you but also why you concern me immensely.”