why would they want to cancel it

Aisles [M]

Aisle Two

Summary: Jungkook was your best friend. You held onto his secrets. And he knew all of yours. Except for one. One that would change your friendship forever. You were in love with him.

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Genre: bestfriend!au, college!au, angst, smut

Word Count: 6,772

Originally posted by sugutie

Aisle One Aisle Two

Your apartment was like a ghost town. The emptiness echoed every time you stepped foot in the sad space. His shoes were missing by the front door. Your keys were never on the side table. There was evidence that people lived there. Ramen packets in the trash. Used coffee cups on the sink. But no one had really been around for two weeks.

Two weeks. This was the longest you had gone without speaking to Hoseok, yet alone seeing him. The fight at Yoongi’s was the worst you ever had. His sharp tongue dug wounds that even stitches couldn’t heal. He had been keeping himself occupied at Yoongi’s or the dance studio. Your heart sank into your chest anytime you came home and heard the washing machine running, only to find that the person who was wearing them was nowhere to be found.

A small part of you enjoyed the quiet. You were able to spread all your materials out on the coffee table. Bags of chips and half empty iced lattes were littered in between stacks of highlighted notes. He wasn’t there to yell at you when you fell asleep face first on your microbiology homework, the lines of the pages leaving imprints on your cheeks.

You did miss him. The two of you had been friends for years. But this time it was not your turn to say sorry. If Hoseok wanted things to go back to normal, he would have to swallow his large amount of pride and apologize.

But you had never heard Hoseok apologize in his life. 

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Was bored at work, so got a guy fired and possibly sent to prison for fraud.

(long story)

I work the night shift as a receptionist at a hotel in Norway, and most nights are spent watching Netflix/playing games. Last summer was really slow and I also worked a lot extra, so I ran out of stuff to watch and games to play. One night I got a mail from “Scooter”. He wanted to book a room for almost 20 days. I just had to send him the price and confirmation that we had rooms available, and he would then send me his credit card info for me to pre-charge. Normally we just delete these kinds of mail, but I was bored out of my mind, so I responded with an offer for around 2k$ for the entire stay. Also made sure to inform him that he could cancel for free up until the day of arrival.

This is probably the most common fraud attempt in the Hotel/travel industry. Unlike most businesses, we are able to charge credit/debit cards with only the card number and exp date. No need for a pin code, cvc or other auth methods. Our software also allow us deposit money directly to local and international bank accounts by using the card number. Because of this, shitheads like Scooter will try to prepay with stolen/skimmed cards, but then cancel the booking and asking us to refund the amount to a different card.

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iablmeanie  asked:

Telepathy soulmates???? That would be so messed up with Hannibal!!

He’s always known there was something wrong with him. Well, he wouldn’t call it wrong himself, he’s just fine, but other people - “normal” people (whatever normal even means) would shudder at the images that live inside his brain. So he learned at a very young age - a too-young age - to hide the darkness inside him.

(He hoped against hope he would never find his soulmate, but if he did he would be prepared).

He taught himself how to project pleasant thoughts - how to squirrel away the nasty ones, the impulses to cut and destroy - how to smile on the outside and fool the world. And he believed that if or when the day came, he could fool his soulmate as well.

But, he thought, how likely would it even be that a monster like him could find a soulmate? Was he even capable of love himself?

Then the day came, a seemingly ordinary day, when he found himself in a harshly lit office with Jack Crawford in front of him, a man he’d just met beside him, and four words struck in his head clear as a bell.

He is so beautiful.

And Will Graham’s entire world changed.


Don’t let him hear you.

Hannibal starts at the words that slip into his mind unvoiced. He looks at Mr. Will Graham - this heavenly, angry creature with eyes cut from crystal - and thinks It can’t be.

And Mr. Graham just raises an irritated eyebrow at him and thinks Apparently it can.

Hannibal is not prepared. For once in his meticulous life, he is completely unmoored. He hadn’t allowed for this eventuality. Soulmates weren’t for him, he’d decided that years ago. Fate, apparently, had decided other things.

He needs to get away before he loses himself in Will’s mind entirely. He can already feel the sticky web of it pulling him in and - oh - oh, what a beautiful, deadly boy.

“My card,” Hannibal hands it to Will by way of introduction, and leaves the room. Jack sputters irately after him and he hears Will yell, “you got me a fucking shrink?!”


Will makes an appointment the next day.

Then he cancels it.

He makes another appointment for the following week.

He cancels that one as well.

He makes a third appointment, but this time Dr. Lecter’s secretary transfers him directly to her employer.

“Hello, Will.”

“I - hello, I was calling to make–”

“I should inform you that I have a cancellation fee.”

“I’m not going to cancel.”

“You cancelled the last two.”

“I had… emergencies.”

“It’s fortunate I’m not there to tell you you’re lying.”

“I think you just told me I’m lying.”

“Hm. I think I did. When would you like to see me?”

“I don’t want to see you.”

“That, at least, is truthful.”

Will smiles at the other end of the line. Why is he smiling. Why the fuck is he smiling?

“Tomorrow at 7pm,” Hannibal says, “do not be late.”

“I won’t,” Will replies, and means it.


They spend the first fifteen minutes of Will’s appointment thinking aggressively about the weather in complete silence.

Finally, Hannibal clears his throat.

“This won’t do.”

Will shifts in his chair and rubs at the three-day-old stubble on his face.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Technically you don’t have to say anything.”

Will laughs without mirth. “Yeah, and that’s not fucking terrifying or anything.”

“Why does it scare you?”

“Oh, God.” Will bangs the back of his head against the armchair. “Why did my soulmate have to be a psychiatrist?”

Hannibal’s smile curls from his lips to his eyes. “You believe I’m your soulmate, Will?”

Will arches an eyebrow.

Can you hear me now?

Hannibal nods.

“Then it’s not a question of belief,” Will says. He gestures between the two of them. “Proof is in the pudding.”

“You’re doing an admirable job of keeping me out, I must say.”

“As are you. All I can glean from whatever’s up there is that you have a lot of favourite wines and you own a harpsichord.”

“Guilty as charged,” Hannibal replies. “And you like dogs.” He squints at Will. “All… seven of them?”

Will snorts and a tiny smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “You could have figured that out from the dog hair I’m covered in.”


“Listen,” Will says. He leans forward in his chair and steeples his hands together. “The way I see it, neither of us have to do anything about this. I don’t even know if you’re gay, let alone interested, and besides that–”


“Yes, what? You’re gay or interested?”

Hannibal tilts his head, drinks Will in with his eyes. “Does it matter?”

“Well,” Will stutters, “I mean - well, I’m not gay–”

Yes, I am.

“Yes, you are.”

“Goddamnit.” Will slaps his hands on his thighs. “I don’t want to do this. There’s too much going on up here.” He jabs a finger toward his temple and twirls it in a circle. “I don’t need anyone caught up in it, it’s hard enough to manage on my own.”

“What if I want to be caught?”

“Excuse me?”

Hannibal stands and crosses the few feet to Will’s chair, then kneels before him.

“I know you’re hiding something that you think is terrible. That much I can hear.”

Will’s eyes meet his and his fear is palpable. “You have no idea.”

I think I do.

“Stop doing that.”

Doing what?

Tears fill Will’s eyes. “Speaking to me.”

Hannibal’s hands come to rest on Will’s knees and he leans further forward, taking up all the space that he can.

“I have a suggestion, Will Graham. Open yourself to me, and I will do the same. If neither of us like what we see, we agree to part and never speak of it again.”

Will shakes his head. “I already know you won’t like–”

Hannibal reaches up and places a finger over Will’s lips.

“Yes or no, Will?”

Will looks at Hannibal, looks as deep and hard as he can into those dark, alert eyes. Something swims just out of sight below the depths and Will can feel it wriggling, dangerous. Whatever it is, it has teeth. He inhales sharply.

Maybe monsters do have soulmates, after all.

“Well?” Hannibal says. “Yes or no?”

Will closes his eyes.


So I did, and I wrote — I didn’t dare even start off writing gay characters, but I had sort of outlandish characters in there, and I would get notes literally from executives saying, “Could this character be less gay?” even if it was, like, a straight woman. Or, “The language coming out of this character’s mouth seems very flamboyant, which we think is too gay and will offend some of our viewers, can you take that out?”

And then two things happened. It just sort of made me mad, so I just sort of leaned into it. I wrote a bisexual character, I wrote about … a lesbian character, I had gay characters. And I would have meeting after meeting and they’d ask me to take them out and I’d say, “No, I won’t do it, why do you want it taken out?”

They were interested — this was at the WB — they were interested in gay people who were tragic. They were interested if you were gay and you would kill yourself. Or if you would try and commit suicide. They weren’t interested in gay sensibility, or the language of being gay, which is sometimes not just gay characters.

So I fought and I had great executive producers that backed me, and I kind of got those characters on, but then the show was canceled after two years.

But in that process … I had one meeting with an executive about a script, and I showed up at the meeting, and he started imitating my voice, and making feminine hand gestures — which I don’t have — and I never thought my voice was gay until he repeated it back to me. I literally was stunned into silence and he was being really, really brutal to me.

                                            - Ryan Murphy on being a gay writer in Hollywood. 

anonymous asked:

RFA reacting to MC having an "accident" in the middle of the night cause Aunt Flo is here./ RFA when It's MC's "time of the month"

Anonymous said:
I already made a request last night but, I realized it’s similar to another one. The severe period pain one? By that I mean, Mc is like groaning in pain on the couch and unable to move from the pain. Btw can it be RFA +V and Saeran. I’m like withering in pain and tbh I feel like this will make me feel better lmao. Also, I like went through nearly your entire profile. Tis amaze.

Anonymous said:
Ohm. This is a weird request but meh. Do you think you could to a reaction from the RFA + V and Saeran to MC having horrible period pains? So bad that it hurts to stand? Cause like, it happens.

So these are actually some of the latest requests, but this just seemed easier to write, so I finished this as soon as I could to get some content out. Still, it’s almost two weeks late despite that. Our inbox is rotting. Imsosorry ivebeenbusy x.x

BUT ANYWAY! I hope this will suffice? It might not be quite what you guys asked, but I tried ^~^

(had also planned to be for @serensama )


MC on Her Time of the Month


  • Text Message Received. “Hey, I can’t come to the beach today, sorry… >_< It’s that time of the month, so I can’t swim…”
  • He’s never had a girlfriend before. He’s completely clueless when you suddenly cancel on the beach date you’d been planning for days! You’d both been so busy, today was the one day you could actually meet up :C
  • -insert sad Yoosung boyfriend-
  • Instead, he decides to visit, anxiously worrying if you were feeling sick. (his mother makes him bring you some chicken noodle soup, lecturing him about how it was only respectful lololol cmon we all know she would)
  • Hm. You didn’t look feverish, and you weren’t coughing or anything… The only weird thing was how you sat in your chair all curled up into a ball. Curious, he decides to ask you about it, “So uhm, MC… why did you cancel today?”
  • Immediately, your cheeks flush slightly. Didn’t he understand from your text…? With a wry smile on your face, you eventually explained, “Weeeell, I’m on my period… And the cramps have been really bad so far. I can hardly stand. I didn’t want to ruin our date by lying down every five minutes in an attempt to tolerate the pain.”
  • The colour drains from his face.
  • “OH MY GOD MC, ARE YOU OKAY?! NO, NEVER MIND, OF COURSE NOT. L-look, you shouldn’t be sitting here with me if it’s that bad, go back to bed right now and I will make you an omelette because you need good nutrition and rest so pleasepleaseplease go lie down,” he babbles, panic filling his features as he desperately pushes you to your room.
  • He ends up cooking in your kitchen while you bundled up in your blankets, trying to fight off the pain somehow.
  • Brings the omelette to your bed so you don’t have to walk around
  • You fail in holding back a big smile as you look at the beach umbrella drawn in ketchup. (Everytime he made you an omelette, he made sure to draw something different)
  • “I-it’s to represent that we should go to the beach when you feel better,” he sheepishly explained, red tinting his cheeks.
  • Your phone suddenly vibrated, indicating a notification came through. You glanced briefly at your phone before WHIPPING YOUR HEAD to re-read the message
  • Seven: lololol I guess he really wants to see you in a bikini!! What a perverted boy  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


  • You’d been lazily cuddling together in the morning upon waking up after a…. good night together. He’s whispering sweet nothings into your ear, running his fingers over your body… down your back… over your butt… then he stops, a flicker of confusion in his eyes.
  • He suddenly breaks his hold on you, sitting up and lifting the blanket off your bodies. Zen’s eyes seem to be peeled to your legs, or something…
  • You watch him in a half-asleep state, what was he doing so early in the morning? You yawn, stretching slightl- !!!
  • A sharp pain shoots through your lower stomach and you hiss as you clutch at it. What the…?
  • As you roll around the bed, you feel a slight wetness on the bedsheets. Oh. Uh-oh.
  • You heave a sigh, closing your eyes as dread overwhelms you. “Pleeease tell me it’s not what I think it is,” you groan, pulling a pillow over your head. “I’m so sorry for ruining the bed, ugh…”
  • Zen’s eyes soften, sympathy flashing in them. “Honey, it’s okay, it happens,” he says, offering a sweet smile. “I’ll take care of it, okay? Do what you need to, and when you’re done, I’ll go get our breakfast. Don’t worry about anything.”
  • He plants a light kiss on your forehead, gazing gently into your eyes.
  • In mere minutes, he removes and replaces the bedsheets, throws them in the laundry, and heads out to buy some food. You wait anxiously on the bed, groaning as your cramps caused continuous, throbbing pain.
  • “Zeeeen,” you whimper, as if it would make him come back faster.  
  • The front door opens, and you can see that Zen has returned with crepes, cake and hot chocolate in hand. He quickly rushes to your side as he hears your whimpering, stroking your hand as he checks to make sure you’re okay.
  • “I’ve heard that chocolate is supposed to help with cramps,” he says unsurely, holding up the hot chocolate. “And I also got some sweets. I know it’s not a proper breakfast, but I know you love these things around this time of the month. So let me spoil you on days like this, babe.”
  • Despite the lightning bolts of pain you were feeling, you managed to smile from your balled up position, weakly squeezing his hand as a sign of acknowledgment. “I love you, Zenny,” you mumble.


  • From the beginning, she had been aware that you got severe period cramps, and prepared numerous remedies and reliefs.
  • Whenever she noticed that it was nearing your time of the month, she would make you drink water with brown sugar dissolved into them, which was supposed to relax your muscles and make your cramps hurt less.
  • But one day, before your period came, you began to cramp up really badly. Unfortunately, you were still at work, so you had to continue taking orders and serving the customers despite the pain. You couldn’t let Jaehee down, after all.
  • But after doing it for a while, you were sweating profusely, your mouth watering with excess saliva. Your cheeks were flushed, and your legs were beginning to give out.
  • From behind the counter, Jaehee noticed your odd state, and realized immediately what was going on. She dashes out to guide you into the employee room, bringing you a mug of chamomile tea and chocolate cake.
  • “MC, you should’ve told me earlier if you weren’t feeling well!” she scolds you, glaring at you. But her eyes are soft with worry, although she was trying to express her anger.
  • You smile weakly, having no excuse to offer.
  • Her worry morphs into guilt. “I should have given you the day off… I knew that your time of the month was coming soon, I shouldn’t have made you work. I’m really sorry, MC.” She runs a hand through her hair in frustration, ashamed in herself.
  • “But you take such good care of me, I only want to repay you…” you argue softly, furrowing your eyebrows.
  • Your words bring a small smile to her face. “Silly. You’re the one who takes care of me. You’re always considering my feelings, even when I don’t. I can only be so happy thanks to you.”
  • Another shot of pain makes you wince, and you bring your knees to your chest, in an attempt to ease the pain. “Nng… thanks, Jaehee, but I just need to… rest for now,” you managed to say. “Go back to the counter… customers are waiting.”
  • She flicks your forehead lightly. “Silly. I’m going to stay with you of course. I’ll just close the shop. It’s one of the perks of being the owner. Let me take advantage of it, okay?”
  • And so, you end up going home, cuddling together on the bed as you suffered through your monthly hell. At least you had an angel beside you.


  • The two of you usually spent your nights together, but you suddenly asked to stay in a separate room one night. A bit disheartened, Jumin inquired you as to why you requested this, and you sighed, begrudgingly explaining what Mother Nature made you go through.
  • “Is that why you couldn’t sleep last night?” he frowned, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.
  • Your head shot up in surprise. “You knew?”
  • “I know everything, my love. You were groaning, tossing and turning the entire night… I couldn’t even hug you properly.”
  • “It’s not my fault it hurts so much!” you protest.
  • “I also had the maids wash the bedsheets, after noticing it had been dirtied. I hope you don’t mind.”
  • Erk, that was embarrassing. It was only the maids, but you suddenly felt like the whole world knew you were bleeding out of your vagina now. Seriously, Jumin could’ve kept quiet about that part. Now you felt mildly uncomfortable.
  • Jumin continued, “It’s okay. Get some rest, okay? You probably didn’t sleep a wink last night. I have a meeting today, but I’ll try to come home as soon as I can. I hope Elizabeth 3rd will suffice as company til then… Is there anything you would like me to bring back while I’m out?”
  • “Not really…” you mutter, cheeks still red.
  • Jumin raised an eyebrow, dubious.
  • “Okay, fine. Yeah, can I get some pizza? That one we had last time, where the crust was perfectly crispy and topped with that fancy stuff you ordered.”
  • He chuckles, kissing your forehead softly. “I knew you’d give in. And don’t worry so much about it being your time of the month. This is nothing to be embarrassed about, compared to your loud screams at night…”
  • SMACK!


  • The moment he heard your first whimpers he KNOCKED DOWN YOUR DOOR
  • “Honey?! What’s wrong!!” he panicked, throwing the covers off your bed to inspect you
  • You were curled up, rocking gently side-to-side as you quietly cried, the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes
  • “Saeyoungggg… Mother Nature’s killing me again,” you sniffled, trying to deal with the pain
  • “W-w-what do I do?” he stammered, cheeks flushing as he was unfamiliar with women’s monthly pains. He wanted to help, but he really had no idea.
  • But you couldn’t even answer, groaning as the next wave of pain hit you
  • “I-it’s okay, MC, I’ll call for help immediately! Defender of Justice, 707, off to the rescue!!” he declared, suddenly dashing out your room
  • Wait what?
  • “Come baaack,” you called out, feeling slightly disappointed. Had he just run out on you? What was he even trying to do? You just wanted some Saeyoung cuddles right now…
  • From the open door, you could hear Saeyoung talking vividly on the phone, “Give up the sacrifice!! NOW, Jumin Han, or I will hack into your company right now!”
  • Sacrifice? What sacrifice?
  • “I will steal Elly—no, listen to me, I will call her Elly however I please!”
  • Did he already forget about you? You grumbled, rolling over to hug your blankets.
  • “Good, I’m glad we cleared this up! 5 minutes, Mr. Han, I’m giving you 5 minutes to send her over.”
  • Fuck, was he trying to get Elizabeth the 3rd over? Seriously, that wouldn’t really help with your period pains very much. At all. You didn’t hate her, per say, but you were fucking dying in here.
  • You mentally counted down 5 minutes, when the doorbell suddenly rang, and you could hear Saeyoung’s footsteps as he practically flew to the door.
  • “I’m so glad you’re here! Thank youuuu!!” You could hear him exclaim.
  • “MC?” a soft, feminine voice called out to you from the doorway.
  • Your eyes snapped open, “Jaehee?! I thought you were Elizabeth the 3rd!”
  • Her eyes twinkled with amusement. “Now, why would you think that? I wasn’t aware that spending so much time cat-sitting had resulted into my transformation into a cat.”
  • “N-no.. never mind.” It was always hard to explain Saeyoung’s antics. “Why are you here?”
  • “Seven called Mr. Han to demand that I came to help. I’m very glad to (get away from Jumin) be of help, MC. I brought some painkillers, some hot soup and a few bags of tea for you to drink over the next few days. It should help somehow,” Jaehee explained, holding up a small plastic bag that you hadn’t noticed before.
  • From behind her, you noticed Saeyoung peeking nervously from the doorway, his eyes teared up as he stared at your weakened form.
  • “Thanks, Jaehee. And Saeyoung, you can come in, you know…” you said.
  • “B-but!! I’m a pure girl, darling, what if I get the curse of periods too?!” Saeyoung whined, shaking his head furiously.
  • ….That’s what he was worried about?
  • “Seven… Periods are not contagious,” Jaehee deadpanned.


  • He was always prepared when it was your time of the month—even more than you were! He couldn’t help it. For the majority of his relationship with Rika, he’d been doting on her, doing anything and everything he could for her. Old habits die hard.
  • “MC, maybe you shouldn’t be wearing white underwear… it’s almost your time of the month, isn’t it?” he called out as he was cooking breakfast, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.
  • “W-wha?” you yawned. You were only wearing one of his shirts and some panties, but then you realized the date. “Oh, you’re right!”
  • By the time you went to change, you’d already seen the faintest taint of pink on your underwear. Fuck. How many have you ruined by now? …Too many to count.
  • It took a couple hours before the pain started to kick in.
  • Considering this was a reoccurring pattern, V already knew what to do and when to do it.
  • “MC, honey, I prepared a hot bath for you… Would you like to be alone, or shall I join you?” he asked, checking in on you.
  • “Nng… I can’t really walk right now, sorry,” you replied, hugging a heating pouch to your lower stomach.
  • He chuckled in return, “Then I’ll carry you there. Perhaps I should strip you, too?” He winked jokingly.
  • If this had been a normal day, you would’ve taken the chance to jump at him (because V’s hot and a sweetheart) but no, your cramps were killing you today. So no. No sinning today, MC.
  • He fed you chocolate as you sunk into your bath, letting the heat relax your muscles, significantly easing your cramps. He helped to wrap you in a towel, making sure you were warm.
  • By the time you went to bed, the cramps had more or less gone away for the night, and you happily snuggled into his chest, feeling comfortable, relaxed and loved.


  • When he finished his morning shower, he found you groaning in pain on the bed, hugging a pillow tightly.
  • He snickered, “Was I too hard on you last night? I didn’t realize it was that bad…”
  • You shook your head, correcting him, “I’m on my periodddd…”
  • Immediately, his smile dropped. What the fuck?
  • “What… what is that supposed to mean?” he furrowed his eyebrows cutely, looking at you with pure confusion.
  • “I’m bleeding from my vagina, what else?” you rolled your eyes, deadpanning.
  • “Erm. Oh,” he stated in surprise. “Does… does ice cream help?”
  • “Ice cream doesn’t solve everything, Saeran…”
  • He frowned, not knowing what to do. Instead, he crawled into bed next to you. “Well, uhm, I don’t really know what to do… but, whenever I’m not feeling well, your hugs really help me, so if you don’t mind, I’m just going to cuddle with you… okay?”
  • You flashed a small smile at him, inwardly gushing at how adorable he was. “Of course!”
  • He smiled back with a hint of relief that he was doing something right. “Tell me if you need anything, okay?”
  • “And what if I said I only need you?” you joked.
  • He plants a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’m the one who needs you. Please feel better soon…”
That Summer- Archie Andrews Imagine

I dont usually delve outside of the buttercream imagines but im thinking of making this multi-fandom so i hope you all stay with me 

word count ~ 626


Archie knew he made a mistake that summer.

He thought about it all day and all night. He knew if you found out he would lose you, but it was so hard to think about anything else when Mrs. Gundys hands were all over him. His mind would turn foggy and would lose sight of what was right. The only thing he could think about was her that summer.

You knew Archie well enough to know that something was up. his messages got short and he never called you anymore. You knew he was working for his father that summer and wouldn’t be available all the time, but when he canceled your Fourth of July plans with Jughead, you couldn’t ignore the feeling in your gut that something wasn’t right.

Archie didn’t know why he was so infatuated with Mrs. Grundy when he had all he wanted with you. Maybe it was the excitement that Mrs. Grundy gave him because he knew that she was off limits. Whatever it was made Archie feel guilty for what he did. He knew that once they went back to school things would be different between the two of you and he couldn’t change that.

You met with Jughead at Pops for any sort of explanation, but you got nothing whatsoever. He told you he has no idea why Archie canceled on them and that he wants nothing to do with Archie anymore. So you took it upon yourself to go and see him that weekend, little did you know it would be a huge mistake. 

You walked alone in the dark on the weekend of July fourth. the cool and calm air surrounded you. You knew that this may be your last chance to talk to Archie before school started so it was important that you talked to him face to face, not just the one worded text responses that you kept receiving.

In the distance, you notice a mint green buggy with the lights on. You were not usually the type to snoop, so you kept walking. Until you saw the two people in the car. Your boyfriend and your music teacher making out in a car.

To say you were shocked was an understatement. The feeling of sadness hit you like a tonne of bricks. It felt like someone had stabbed you in the back and was slowly turning the knife. It was hard sight to look at, the boy you loved making out with your teacher. So you ran.


Once school was back, things were different. You tried to act like the summer had never happend but every time Archie told you that he had a Meetingwith Mrs. Grundy, it broke your heart even further. He wanted to tell you, but the consequences would be to strong for him and he knew that.

It was all to much. No matter how much you loved Archie, you didn’t want to go through that pain. You wrote him a not and left it in the music rooms for him to discover.

While with Mrs. Grundy, he noticed a note under one of the desks. He read it and for once while he was with her, he snapped out of the fog and realized what he was doing.

Archie knew he made a mistake that summer. 

Clingy (Part 1)

This one is really personal to me. I hope you all like it! ♡♡♡


Where Y/N loves him, but what if he doesn’t appreciate it?

It had been a couple of months since you and Harry had started dating. It wasn’t long, but you already had strong feelings towards him. You couldn’t help it, it was something that had become a part of you. When you were in a relationship, you became too attached. You gave your absolute everything in the relationship. You would never hesitate to change your schedule if it meant that you two could get some time together. Whether it was a friend, or a boyfriend. You always tried your best to make it work.

For you, a relationship wasn’t something just to pass time. It meant that the person had a special place in your life, and in your heart. Sometimes it felt like you were the only one who was putting in the efforts, and that hurt you quite a lot. But you never let that change who you were as a person. 

There were times when you worried that you came off as clingy or desperate, and that had become one of your biggest insecurities. However, as time went by, you had learnt to save your ‘institnct’ for those who were actually worth it. That included some of your friends, your family, and of course your boyfriend, Harry.

Harry and you first met at a concert. It was the time that One Direction had recently taken a break. You both happened to be in the same crowd. Throughout the concert, you two danced together, and talked lots. Afterwards, Harry asked you out on a date, and you agreed. You both agreed to meet at a café nearby, and that was the start of something new. You had a lot of fun that night, and that led to a second date, which had let to now, when you had been dating for 5 months.

You had grown fond of him, as he had of you. You knew that you had strong feelings for him, but you didn’t know if he felt the same, and you didn’t want to risk it by telling him just now. There were times when you got insecure of your relationship, and you wondered why he chose you. Harry had previously assured you that he genuinely enjoyed your company, and wanted to be with you. You had gotten comfortable with Harry to a great extent, and had found yourself telling him things that you hadn’t told anyone else.

You knew that Harry led a busy life, so you always tried to compromise for him. You would often ditch your own plans if you found out that Harry had none, just so you two could spend some time together. Once you canceled a trip that your friends had planned, because Harry was home and you wanted to treasure your time together. You even went as far as to going along with his plans. If he went out with his friends, you would tag along so you could be in his presence just a little longer. You spent a lot of time at his apartment, sometimes in his absence. He said that you had made his apartment, a home. When you were apart, you made sure to send him short texts every now and then, just so he could know that you were thinking of him.

There were times when you worried that he would start getting bothered by your constant actions, but you pushed that fear away and started believing that he wasn’t like the others, and that he would actually appreciate the fact that you cared for him more than for your own ego. He had never shown any sign that would make you think otherwise.

Thinking about it now, maybe you should have looked a little closer?

It was the day that you had off from work. You knew that Harry was at home as well, so you decided to go over and surprise him at his house. You had been thinking about your feelings for him a lot lately, and you had decided that what you felt for him was too strong to be ignored. You finally built up the courage to decide that you loved him, that he now had your heart in his hands and you hoped with everything in you that he would take care of it. You could only hope that he felt the same way, because you had no idea of what in the world you would do if he didn’t.

You knew that you couldn’t force someone to love you, or to even like you. But you wished that he did. You had done everything that you could, so you could make him feel comfortable with you, to be the one he would admire and want to spend his life with.

On your way there, you got excited just thinking about what would happen if he actually felt the same for you. Would you make love? Would he ask you to move in with him?

By the time you parked your car in his driveway, your nerves were sky-high. However, you didn’t fail to notice the other car standing there. The minor heart attack you had, quickly died when you realized that it was Ed. You were a little bummed because you wanted to be alone with him, but you were good friends with Ed as well, and he treated you like his little sister.

After quickly texting Harry, “I have a surprise for you”, you walked to your boyfriend’s door, and weren’t surprised to find it open. You quietly sneaked in, not wanting to disturb them in case they were in the middle of a conversation. Your movements halted to a stop when you heard your name,

“Oh I meant to ask you about her. How is she doing? I haven’t been able to see her in a while.“ It was Ed. You shut your eyes, waiting for Harry’s answer. “She’s fine, I guess”

You couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed at that, you had expected a more heartfelt reply.

“What do you mean? Is everything okay?” Ed asked.

Please, please. You begged Harry in your heart.

You didn’t know what you were hoping for, but what came at you next was certainly not what you wished for.

“I sometimes feel like she tries too hard. It’s like she’s always around, I mean, I like her a lot, but I just need my space a little bit. She always wants to hang out, she wants to go out with me even when I’m going out with my friends. Hell, I probably get like a hundred texts from her daily. She’s just, clingy.”

You could feel your heart break in a million little pieces. The one person that you had expected for to be okay with how you were, even he had turned his back on you.

You tried to hold your tears back, you really did, but it seemed impossible. You were quick to turn around and go out of the door, as silently as possible. It wasn’t that hard, considering the both of them were in the middle of a very private conversation. Why were you eavesdropping anyway?

Your heart hurt, you hadn’t expected Harry to say that. As you slid into your car and backed out of his driveway with that thought in mind, your mind halted to a stop.

You should have been expecting this.

It had happened before, people had told you that you were too attached, or ‘clingy’ as Harry put it, whether that be previous boyfriends or some of your so called ‘friends’. 

Why did this hurt the worst? Maybe because you wished that Harry would have been the one person to accept you as you are. You felt like laughing at yourself, you felt stupid for feeling so strongly about him. 

You were tired.


Tired of giving your everything to the people who didn’t deserve it. 

This lasted only until you reached home, though. As soon as you were back in the privacy of your own home, you broke down. You let out the tears that you had been keeping in ever since you had heard the dreaded words. You slid down the wall next to your door, as your body shook with sobs. You felt broken, as if something had been taken from deep inside of you.

You couldn’t help but think why? Why were you the one who got punished when all you wanted was to make the other person feel appreciated. You felt yourself getting dizzy as the tears continuously escaped your eyes. You couldn’t think of a time in your life when you had cried this hard. Although it wasn’t anything new to you, what you felt for Harry definitely was. You had never had such strong feelings for anyone else, and you couldn’t bear the thought of letting him go.

So you made your decision; this was it. You were going to change.

i’m gonna try not to be quick to judge about anything that just happened in that clip (other than the sara thing but we all knew she was a snake)

this whole season is about misunderstandings and we have to remember that. we don’t know why the boys were fighting, what happened, or who hit who. we don’t know why yousef was kissing noora (although I would really like to know because yousef “alt for deg girl” acar really seemed to like sana….) and we don’t know why noora decided to kiss yousef, although I think it might be because she was hurt about W*llhelm not because she wanted to get back at sana.

we also have to remember that we’re seeing this from sana’s pov. she doesn’t know why any of these things happened either, we’re just as confused (and heartbroken) as she is, and it will all have to reveal itself.

so please don’t start with the whole “balloon squad are cancelled” thing (islamophobes i see u, why are u still here?) or “noora is cancelled” thing because we don’t know what happened yet. we just have to make it through the hiatus and trust that sana gets the happy ending she deserves.

anonymous asked:

do u have any cute mutual crushing kookmin headcanons?? I'd love to hear ur thoughts on their dynamic while they're friends and both have a mutual attraction for one another~~

Hello :) I asked @confidenceatitsfinest for help so you’re getting a Rimmy headcanon! Enjoy mutual pining Jikook~

+ For as long as Jimin and Jungkook have been friends, they’ve always had a thing for each other, but never spoke up about it

+ Their friendship was always on the border of “friendship” and something else

+ Jungkook was a tsundere. Jimin would throw an arm around him and Jungkook would say:  "Get off, it’s too hot!“ Jimin kind of believes Jungkook because his face is burning up. (in reality he was blushing)

+ Jimin is weirdly stiff around him. Jungkook is used to leaning on his shoulder when he’s tired but Jimin is oddly aware of every single inch of skin that’s pressed against him and he’s internally screaming because Jungkook’s mouth is right beside his neck

+ Jungkook inviting Jimin on "dates” but chickening out last second and saying: “Oh, well all of our hyungs will be there too so–“

+ Always trying to sit next to each other when they hang out in groups

+ Being coupley and feeding each other bites of their own food and their friends calling them out on it

+ Their friends would sometimes say: “Hey Jungkookie, you always invite us to hang out but spend all your time with Jimin when we’re here!” Jungkook would weakly defend himself.

+ Jungkook inviting Jimin out to bowl "Because at least you’re decent at it, hyung.”

+ Jimin always asking Jungkook to go grocery shopping with him “Because you’re tall enough to reach the top shelves” "Why don’t you just ask namjoon hyung?” Jungkook would question. ”..B-because.“

+ Jungkook being Jimin’s taste tester when he tries out new recipes because "Kookie is still growing and needs all the food he can get.” Taehyung would argue that wasn’t fair because he wanted food too.

+ Jungkook subtly pouting when Jimin has to cancel movie night with him so he goes over to his house instead and just lies on his bed to accompany his hyung. (But Jungkook would blush because Jimin looked really good in glasses)

+ When other members ask why Jimin isn’t dating he responds with "Just waiting for the right person I guess,” he responds, glancing subtly at Jungkook.

+ And sometimes Jungkook spends the night at Jimin’s place, waking up sprawled on top of the older and their friends finding them like that

+ Jimin defending Jungkook from their teasing “He just likes to cuddle in his sleep! Hobi hyung, you have no right to say anything!”

+ Jungkook unconsciously playing with Jimin’s fingers. "Jungkook, w-why are you holding my hand..?” “Your fingers are small and cute now shush,” he stammers out

+ (Playing with Jimin’s hands is his nervous habit)

+ (Jimin petting Jungkook’s hair when they’re relaxing is his subconscious habit)

+ It finally slips out one day when they were talking about Jungkook going to college. "Jungkookie you’re graduating soon, you’re going to go to college and everyone is going to love you. You’ll get a lot of admirers and you won’t need me anymore.”

+ Jungkook doesn’t mean to say it. “No, I only want you!”

+ Jimin freezes up and Jungkook gasps. “I didn’t mean to say that!” And before Jungkook could run away Jimin tugs him back.

+ Jimin cupping Jungkook’s face, “Are you absolutely serious right now?” And kook just nods as well as he can even though he can’t look him in the eyes.

+ Jimin smiles and his eyes crinkle into crescents, “Okay Jungkookie, I like you too you big dork.”

+ Jungkook doesn’t protest to the kiss that follows

anonymous asked:

Supercorp: Lena has to cancel plans with Kara last minute. Already established supercorp but in the early stages. Every week like clockwork she leaves her office and goes to the hospital. Kara thinks Lena is sick. But she smiles when she sees Lena reading to children of the burn ward.

Kara knew something was wrong.

The problem was that Lena hadn’t actually told Kara that anything was wrong.

Kara was aware that their relationship was still very new, very shiny, but she didn’t want to think that Lena would actually keep something this major from her…

Lena had cancelled dinner plans at the last minute, apologising profusely, and promising to make it up to the most understanding girlfriend ever.

Kara had supressed a squeal at Lena referring to her as her girlfriend.

Kara didn’t think anything of it; she just assumed that Lena had to work late, which is why she was so perplexed to see Lena walking into the hospital from her vantage point in the sky. 

She didn’t mean to spy on her girlfriend, she couldn’t help that her superhearing subconsciously picked up Lena’s heart beat because she found the sound comforting, could she?

Kara was ready to swoop in, to check on Lena, but her hearing picked up a police raid that needed backup a few blocks over. She reluctantly flew away, deciding to ask Lena the next time she saw her.

A whirlwind of a week meant it was five days before Kara was able to spend any time with Lena. They were both exhausted and all thoughts of why Lena had been at the hospital were forgotten.

It wasn’t until a month later that Kara remembered; she had gone to Lena’s office to take her a late lunch as a surprise, only to be told by Jess that Lena had already left for the day.

Kara then remembered the previous two weeks, when on the same day she had tried to make plans with Lena and Lena had cited yet again that she was busy.

A subtle glance with her x ray vision at the planner Jess kept for Lena confirmed her suspicions, her stomach started tying itself into knots as she saw every Thursday afternoon was blocked out, with just a single word written down; hospital.

Kara didn’t know what to do. That was no way to bring this up with Lena without revealing she had been snooping and she didn’t want to betray Lena’s trust.

Kara decided all she could do was wait; wait for an opportunity to present itself to let Lena know she could tell her anything.

While she waited for such an opportunity she doted upon Lena; she made sure she always had enough water, that she ate at regular intervals, that she got enough sleep. Kara promised herself that they would fight this, that they would get through it together.

Lena wasn’t complaining about the sudden overprotective-ness of her girlfriend, she just couldn’t figure out what had brought it on. Finally, after Kara had asked if she needed anything for the fourth time in ten minutes, Lena decided to bite the proverbial bullet and broach the subject.

‘Umm, not that I’m complaining babe, but you keep checking on me…’ Lena started tentatively, ‘is everything ok?’

Lena looked up at Kara and was not prepared for what she saw in Kara’s eyes; her blue eyes wide with a combination of fear and worry.

'I… Lena…’ Kara pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, unsure of how to continue. 'Lena, I know…’ she breathed out, taking Lena’s hand in hers.

'Know about what?’ Lena questioned, completely confused.

Kara took a deep breath; Lena obviously didn’t want to talk about her hospital visits, but Kara had already revealed too much. 'I know about your weekly hospital visits’ she said, concern written in her face. 'I promise I wasn’t intentionally prying, but I saw your schedule and I promise Lena, you don’t have to go through this alone. I will be by your side and we will fight this together.’ Kara rambled, not taking a breath, tears in her eyes.

Lena’s eyes flew wide; Kara’s behaviour suddenly making sense. 'Kara… Kara, look at me. I’m not sick.’ Lena stressed, squeezing Kara’s hand. 'Every Thursday afternoon I go to the Children’s Ward and read to them…’

Lena found herself cut off as Kara dived towards her, pressing their lips together.

'Just when I thought you couldn’t be anymore of a Superhero’ Kara whispered softly after pulling back from the kiss.

'It’s nothing’ Lena blushed, 'I enjoy it, but it’s not really public that I volunteer there; the press would try and make out that I have an ulterior motive because I’m a Luthor’ Lena continued, a hint of sadness in her voice. 'I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I’m still not really used to having someone else in my life…’

Kara pressed her lips to Lena’s forehead.

'I do have a favour to ask though…’ Lena asked biting her lip.

The next afternoon, Kara found herself landing on the helipad on the roof of the hospital in full Supergirl garb. She wandered down the stairwell and followed the signs to the paediatric ward.

Kara used her hearing and followed Lena’s voice, giggling at her rendition of 

Where The Wild Things Are. She reached the door and peered through the window and felt her heart skip a beat; Lena was sitting on the floor on a brightly coloured rug surrounded by kids. A little girl with pigtails was sitting on Lena’s lap 'helping’ her turn the pages.

She knew in that moment that it didn’t matter how new their relationship was, how much bad blood there was between their families, how insane people thought it would be; a Super and a Luthor together, she just knew how much she loved Lena Luthor.

Kara slipped in the door, unheard and unseen by the kids, all apart from the little girl on Lena’s lap whose eyes flew open as she tugged on Lena’s sleeve.

Lena looked down at the awestruck girl in her lap who just pointed in Kara’s direction.

Simultaneously, all the tiny heads turned and the silence was broken by as the children erupted in excitement.

'Settle down guys!’ Lena chuckled, 'I’d like you all to meet Supergirl.’

Feel free to send any prompts you have :D

I don’t have enough energy or motivation to actually sit and flesh this story out, but its been stuck in my head for ages and like… just imagine Kara deciding to shed her identity as Kara Danvers in order to focus on being Supergirl (because of an accident, or she was too busy with personal life to make it in time to save someone, etc), and Lena Luthor investigates because “what the hell is with all these inconsistencies on her death? first an allergy, then a car crash, and now she’s been lost at sea? wtf is going on??”

But srsly, just imagine:

  • “What do you mean you want to kill yourself?” Alex asks, face twisted in bewilderment. “Jesus!” she exclaims, burying her face in her hands. “They don’t make Prozac strong enough for Kryptonian metabolisms!” And it takes awhile, but Kara is eventually able to calm her down (and has to steal her phone mid-way to keep her from calling their mom on her) and explain that she doesn’t actually want to kill herself, just the Kara Danvers side of her so that she can be Supergirl full time.
  • It takes a long time to convince Alex of her plan, and even longer to get J’onn’s approval, but a week later Kara Danvers no longer exists and Supergirl has full reign of crime-fighting in National City.
  • A few days later, Lena Luthor is browsing through the daily paper and is struck dumb by one of the names in the obituaries. “Kara Danvers, 25, cause of death: peanut allergy.” It suddenly makes sense why she hasn’t heard from the bubbly reporter in well over a week, but she’s also extremely confused because she swears she’s seen Kara devour a super-sized bag of trail mix and then ask for a PB&J to wash it all down.
  • (Ofc, Alex is positively pissed. “A peanut allergy?” she cries, throwing the paper down atop her sister’s new desk at the DEO. “What?” Kara asks, innocently. “Statistically, peanut allergies are the highest-…” “SAVE IT.”)
  • Lena rushes over to CatCo, demanding to speak with Kara’s former boss because it can’t possibly be true. Kara can’t really be dead. When she finally confronts the balding Carr, all he offers is a shrug and, “I dunno, I heard she fell off a cliff or something.” And Lena is just, “.. or something?? How does one fall off a cliff or something!?
  • She forces her way into James’s office, interrupting a meeting with one of his editors, but a single glare is all it takes to clear the room. “I’m sorry,” James apologizes, avoiding eye contact. “She went to visit her family in Midvale, and was hit by a drunk driver.”
  • Now Lena is confused, angry, and a little bit hurt. All she’s getting is the run-around, nothing adds up, and all she wants to know is if her friend is alive. She returns to her office, cancels all her meetings and work for the day, and drowns her sorrow in a bottle of scotch or two.
  • Later that night, she’s sprawled across the couch, nursing a headache and a full pitcher of water when she spots Supergirl fly by. Suddenly, she’s up and out the door of her balcony, because surely, if anyone were to know what had happened to Kara, it would be Supergirl! They were close, apparently, so why not?
  • Kara, who is leisurely patrolling the neighborhood, screeches to a halt mid-flight as a black stiletto flies past her. She turns just in time to watch as a half-drunk Lena Luthor stumbles, stripping off her second shoe before flinging it once more in her direction.
  • Baffled by the flying footwear, she gently goads Lena back into her office, nodding patiently along as the Luthor babbles so quickly, not even she can keep up. Eventually, she’s able to piece enough of it together, and her face goes red with shame. She knew she’d forgotten something!
  • Lena watches as Supergirl turns bashful, nothing like the strong, confident woman she’d come to admire. She isn’t sure if its the alcohol, but something feels strangely familiar with the way she fidgets, and though her vision has doubled, it’s like seeing Kara Danvers and Supergirl standing side-by-side.
  • Then it hits her, and Lena wants to cry. She interrupts Supergirl, who is in the middle of a tragic tale about Kara drowning at sea, and asks her to close her eyes. Kara, as expected, is confused, but chalks it up to the strange request of a drunk woman and obliges. Lena grabs her reading glasses off the desk and slips them onto Supergirl, and the resemblance is so uncanny, her suspicions can’t be anything but true.
  • The next thing Kara knows, she’s being smacked across the head with a flower vase. And then a book. And really, anything else a furious Lena Luthor can get her hands on. It doesn’t hurt. She hardly feels it. But the tears brimming in Lena’s eyes… well, those are downright painful, and she lets the woman vent her frustrations as she yells, and scolds, and screams about how she thought she’d lost the only person she cared for in National City - perhaps in all the world.
  • Eventually, she stops being angry, and all she can do is fling herself into Kara’s arms and squeeze her with all the strength she has. Kara holds her, letting her cry, apologizing profusely between her every hiccup and sob.
  • “I wanted to tell you,” she promises, “Really, I did. You’re one of my best friends, and I care about you too much to put that burden on you. Not when you’re already a big enough target for your name, and I just.. I’m just not strong enough…” “To protect me?” “No, to lose you..” And Lena half-sobs, half-laughs, “And you think I am?” “Lena,s you’re the strongest person I know.”
  • Then Kara explains how she wanted to devote her full time to being Supergirl because the world needs her more, and Lena tells her, “you can’t save everyone, and you need to live a balanced life. that means Kara Danvers AND Supergirl, together.” Because Kara is totally whipped, she lets Lena convince her to rethink her decision, and makes up a story for Kara Danvers to come back.
  • Ofc, she can’t go back to CatCo though, because that’d be really weird with everyone thinking she was dead (they had a memorial!). Lena takes her on at L-Corp as a PR agent, where she can keep a better eye on her and make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid like this ever again
BTS Reaction - Teaching them English slang

levithesmolsmolbean said: Can i get a reaction to their gf ( a native english speaker) trying to teach them slang (that doesnt translate well into korean)

So I’m an American and for this one I’m just gonna use English slang that I use with my friends on a daily basis. I’m sorry if some of you don’t understand the slang or what it means - if it’s something you’re confused about please message me and I will explain! Some of these do translate fine into Korean - but the meanings of each word are obviously different than what they actually mean when they’re considered English slang.


“’Rip?’ Why do you say that everytime I insult one of the hyungs?” Jimin would ask. You’d just laugh and tell him that it’s English slang, and truly doesn’t translate well into Korean. 

“It means like..how do I even explain myself,” you laugh, before continuing. “Saying ‘rip’ is like saying “ouch, that one hurt” or “that was insulting” to someone who was just insulted by someone else. It’s ironic.” 

Jimin would just look at you weirdly before slowly walking away. 


“She’s a snake? What do you mean?” He’d ask, looking at you and back at the phone where your boss was telling you that you had to come in early and work late the next day.

“It means she’s two-faced. Sorry,” you’d laugh, and Jungkook would probably, over the course of the next few days, send you snake memes when you were apart. You weren’t even sure if he understood what calling someone a “snake” meant. Oh well.


“No. Yoongi. Repeat after me: SAL-TEY. Salty.” You’d be halfway through an English lesson with Yoongi. He had asked you to teach him more English and its safe to say English slang was not his strong suit.

“Salty? Like your ramen is salty? Because that happens a lot when I let Jungkook make it.” Suga would say, and you’d burst out laughing at his take on the word. “It means you’re not necessarily mad at someone, but their actions are distasteful and you’re annoyed with them.”

“Oh, alright. I got,” he began, lifting an eyebrow and smugness taking over his features, “salty at Jin for arguing yesterday. How’s that.”


He’s pretty fluent in English, so there wasn’t a ton he could learn from you. Although he knew textbook English and how to speak and write it, he wasn’t familiar with a lot of the slang words. You’d constantly speak in English and he appreciated it when you did because it helped him with his own pronounciation and learning, but then you’d say some shit like this:

“Ha, bet.”

He’d stop his sassy argument with you and say, “Bet? What are we betting?” The confused look on your face made you burst out with laughter. “No, not betting, but like - when you say “bet” it means like, “Oh yeah, just watch, I’ll do it, no problem.” Namjoon would begin saying the word a thousand times a day after that.


You: this is going be lit I’m so excited

When Taehyung received that text message from you, he stared at it for a long time. First of all, the message in it’s entirety was in all Korean besides the word “lit.” Being the awkward noodle he is, he’d be standing in the middle of the sidewalk and trying to sound out the three letter word while people rushed past him, hitting him once in awhile as they hurried away.

Eventually, he’d get frustrated and call you. “It means that you’re going to have a good time and you know it’s going to be fun.” Later that day during practice, he’d tell all the boys that this particular choreography was going to be “lit.” They’d just stare at him while Namjoon burst into laughter.



It’s all your text message had said, and Hoseok couldn’t figure out what you meant. He understands that it’s an English letter, but why would you just send a random “K” in the middle of an argument?

The two of you had been arguing over appointments and schedules over text and he had sent a paragraph explaining why he couldn’t cancel, and all he got back was “K.” He texted you back with, “What does that mean?” 

You’d walk in the door, argument forgotten as you laugh about him not knowing what you meant. “I was mad at you. You send that to people you’re kinda annoyed with when you want them to stop talking.” You said, glancing at his expression. He looked blankly down at his phone then back up at you before saying, “K,” and walking away with a smug look on his face.


In your contact list, you had your best friend listed as “THOT” with a fire emoji and a few hearts next to it. Jin heard your phone beep with a message, and picked it up to see the word blinking on your home screen. When you came back from the kitchen, he’d ask, “Y/N, what does ‘tha-oot mean?” 

You’d begin to laugh so hard at his pronounciation before grabbing your phone and looking at where he got the word from before saying, “Thot. I affectionately call Y/B/F/N that because it’s funny. It means like, well, it could be negative or positive. It’s kinda bad.”

Jin would just give you a disapproving look before shaking his head and turning his attention back to the TV.

Wishful Thinking No. 9

Thea: Oh you brought Ollie a present, how nice! What’s in the box? 

Lance: It’s one of the kitchen gadgets he had on his wedding registry. I still had it laying around after their canceled engagement. Figured Oliver was the cook, so he might still want it. 

Thea: Actually, he lives in the bunker and there is no kitchen. Which would have been a problem until about five minutes ago. 

Lance: Why? What happened five minutes ago. 

*Thea points to corner where Olicity is making out*

Lance: Dammit

Thea: What’s the matter, you didn’t want them to get back together? 

Lance: I did, but this means I have to go out and buy another freaking wedding present sometime soon since I brought this today. See that ring back on her finger again? 

Thea: Just get them a Bed, Bath and Beyond gift card, I heard they like to shop there. 

(This one is dedicated to @nalla-madness and @almondblossomme for their “What’s in the box” fun the other day). 

Damaged (Hayes Grier)

“hey y/n shouldn’t you be getting ready for your date with Hayes?” Your friend y/f/n said walking in your room.

Hayes was the new boy you’d been seeing. He was the first boy since him. Him was non other than Luke. Luke was the boy everyone wanted and he wanted you, or so you thought. He never really wanted you. He only wanted someone he could overpower and manipulate. You always blamed yourself for how he treated you. He left you completely and utterly damaged.

“yeah but I’m probably going to cancel.” You said slinking further into your bed.

“What? Why would you cancel? y/n be honest it’s Luke again isn’t it?” Your friend said sitting on your bed.

“I think Hayes is going to ask me to be his girlfriend tonight. I’m not good enough.” You said feeling a few tears slip down your cheeks.

“why because Luke told you that you weren’t good enough look y/n you do what you want but I know you like Hayes and you can’t keep letting Luke control your life.” Your friend said leaving you alone.

You thought long and hard about what she said. Hayes texted you telling you he was coming to get you. You didn’t realize what time it was. You took a deep breath and prayed that he wouldn’t ask so you could have more time to think.

“Honey Hayes is here!” Your mom called from upstairs. Your mom was excited about Hayes she just wanted you to be happy.

You walked downstairs and out the door. Hayes was standing there with a bouquet of flowers. You burst into tears. Hayes came over dropping the flowers and cradled you in his arms.

“Okay that not the response I expected are you okay what did I do?” Hayes said looking at you with a panic stricken face.

“Were you going to ask me out?”

“Well I was.” Hayes said looking away sadly.

“Trust me you don’t really want to be with me.”

Hayes turned to you taking your face in his hands.

“Of course I want to be with you if you need to hear why I love you I can go on all night. You’re beautiful, funny, sweet, down to earth, humble. Shall I go on?” Hayes said wiping away your tears.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread.

“No I think I believe you.” You laughed looking at his beautiful blue eyes.

“good then will you be my girlfriend?”

You answered him with a kiss.

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Christmas In College

Christmas Calendar 2016 » December the 20th:
Epilogue: Oversized Hockey Shirt - Christmas In College

A/N: Isn’t this exciting! I asked you which cancelled series you wanted back and this was the most requested one so here’s the final part of Oversized Hockey Shirt! You can find part 1 here and part 2 here and I really hope you enjoy this! Consider it an early Christmas present from moi :-) x

Pairing: Y/N/Bestfriend!Roommate!Hockey!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Words: 8.000+

Summary: When Luke gets challenged by his other hockey teammates to fuck a cheerleader after getting the title as captain of the team he tries his best to push away his feelings for his best friend and dorm roommate Y/N. But when Y/N finds out Luke’s plan at Calum’s Christmas party things change completely.

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Enough // Park Minhyuk


the prompt: Hi!! Would you be able to write a fic of Rocky x chubby!reader? Something fluffy with a tiny bit of angst? Thank you!! I love your writing by the way!!

words: 1725

category: angst + fluff

author note: you asked for a tiny bit of angst and ya girl disobeyed and wrote half of the scenario in angst. hopefully the nice fluff at the end will make up for it?? please enjoy anyway!!

- destinee

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Sebastian Stan Imagine

Requested: Anonymous

Imagine: Hello! Can you please write a Sebastian Stan image where the reader is an actress too and they are in a relationship but no one knows and they’re in New York sneaking around and running away from the paparazzi please? Thank you 😊 by the way I LOVE YOUR WRITING ITS BEAUTIFUL

A/N: thank you so much nonny! i love youuu ♥ || it’s long ;3

Warning: None

You slid the last part of your swimsuit on and than a knock came to your door. You walk over towards the door, fixing your hair on the way. When you reached the door, it swung open and hit you right in the face.

‘’Oooww!’’ you howl, holding your nose, stumbling backwards.

You fell right to the ground, still holding your nose, the door hit you hard. You remove your hand from your nose and gasped as you saw blood on your hand.

‘’Y/N?! Are you okay?!’’ sebastian exclaims, rushing in and kneeling down next to you.

‘’Does it look like I’m okay?! You just slammed that door in my face!’’ you whale, climbing back up to your feet.

‘’I’m sorry, it was unlocked and I didn’t know you’d be right there.. I-’’

‘’Just shut up and get me a pack of ice and some tissues please?’’ you ask.

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Undeniable Heat Chapter 9: The Date

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1500 Words

Chapter Summary: It was finally time for your date with Jensen Ackles.

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

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It was only two hours until your date, and you could feel yourself growing nervous, second guessing yourself for saying yes. You never had the greatest luck with dates, and you were afraid this one would go as the rest, down the drain. And you really didn’t want that to happen, because it was Jensen, and seemed like a really good man. And if it did go south, you hoped it wouldn’t mess up your working relationship.

There had been a couple of times throughout the long day that you had considered marching to his apartment, and canceling the date. But each time you held back, another part of yourself beyond excited to see where this went. That’s why you let yourself relax in a bath, pampering yourself with scented bath oils, making sure your legs were silky smooth. You had soft music playing in the background, and along with your favorite candles it did the trick, and you felt much more relaxed and ready for the evening.

Before you could turn into a prune, you slipped out of the luxurious bathtub, pulling on your robe, before you began the task of applying make up. It was true, you were a make up artist, but because you dealt with it on a daily basis, and in a lot of quantity, you usually applied the minimum to yourself. But tonight you wanted to look special, so you took your time, applying a light coat of foundation, along with the rest of the works.

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Thoughts on the m/m content situation in ME:A

Now I’m a pretty positive person and my blog is positive about the game. I am also known here on tumblr as a blogger that enjoys a lot of m/m content in games, so I wanted to jot down my thoughts on the matter.


A friend alerted me to these twitter comments and I’m hoping this is the beginning for better representation in future. It’s pretty obvious certain other romances sell more units and they thought they could just throw m/m players a few scraps to tick the ‘we’re inclusive’ box.

We’d best get some fine ass male booty in Dragon Age 4 as a result of the developers wanting to ‘learn from this’. I am hoping that maybe we’ll get a m/m romanceable DLC squadmate out of this to use in future playthroughs (hey I’m a huge optimist)

Or if not that, I would like to see the Jaal content put back in, be it by the devs in a future patch, or by modders. This content was again taken the time to be produced yet cut out for the final product. I was kind of set on just trying out the Reyes and Gil content but all of this has made me actually want to try the Jaal m/m content as well, probably mostly just because it was taken from us. Having it there would have made things more balanced. Only 2 human minor romances would have been helped by a male bi alien squadmate.

I really enjoyed the Kaidan m/m romance modders put back into ME1 and am still forever baffled that it was cut in the first place given Bioware’s record for LGBT inclusion. ‘Out of time’ is a thinly veiled excuse for being worried that gay male content will hurt sales and make homophobes stomp their feet over it. The Kaidan mod wasn’t perfect as they didn’t even finish it in development and he called me ma’am a few times (which was I admit kinda funny), but it helped with the immersion since he was suddenly bi in the 3rd game.

So I want to say thanks to the people who expressed their disappointment directly to the developers which seems to have brought this into a recent meeting agenda. I know they’re only doing this as a knee-jerk reaction and would have done nothing had people not spoken up but it’s nice to see twitter used in this way to pave the way for better results so quickly. However I hope no one outright attacked people over this because the people on the social media platforms most of the time aren’t the ones making these decisions.

Cancelling your order to speak with your wallet is not the best way to bring about change. It doesn’t tell developers anything about why they lost a sale and if the game had other things players would have enjoyed, it only hurts those players in the end. However this does not take away that people who do this wanted to make a difference and that is still admirable, there’s just better ways of doing it.

#SaveWOY News: ChannelFrederator’s New Series: “What Ever Happened to...?”

Hope you enjoyed ChannnelFrederator’s 107 Facts on Wander Over Yonder! Now it seems that it’s doing a new series in their channel called: “What Ever Happened To…?” It showcases shows that were cancelled through circumstances that has been a series of frustrations for the viewers and fans and wanted to know why and if it needed more support.

So like the past series vids, it’s taking requests on what cancelled show they would like to showcase. So, naturally, I just made a comment on covering Wander Over Yonder’s short-lived status and cancellation. Plus mentioning #SaveWOY.

I’ll leave here its first episode covering Invader Zim. If you want to request Wander Over Yonder, leave a comment in its YouTube site or its channel comment section so that it’ll be added to its calendar!

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