and you better be back soon

i feel like i have made the same prayer request several times now, but i still need it, so….

1) please, pray that i would find a job soon. it’s almost impossible to do, because of my mental and physical health and also lack of higher education, but i hope there is something that i actually can do, right?..
2) please, pray for my family and i. our relationships are so messy and painful and not very healthy, but i don’t know what to do about it all. it’s also really holding me back in my recovery. i don’t believe we will become close anytime soon or that our relationship will get better, but i wish we could come to some kind of agreement or peace. idk :/

thank you!

Golden Tongue (Bias x Reader) Pt.3

First thing B/N wants to do is burn his journal. It’s is the reason his blood pressure spiked so high. But even though he thinks of ripping the pages out and tearing them to pieces, he can’t part with it. This book is the only thing that knows his thoughts better than he does. 

Later that day, B/N didn’t have an intentions of leaving his apartment, but his doorbell rings forcing him from his bed. 

“Who is it?” he asks. 

“Who do you think?” 

He opens the door, letting Jesse inside. As soon as he steps into his apartment, Jesse looks him up and down. 

“Did you even brush your teeth?” 

B/N walks away, sniffing his breath with his back turned. No, he did not brush his teeth. 

“Why are you here?” 

“I didn’t hear from you since you came back. Plus, we have to meet those clients tomorrow and I figured I’d fill you in on everything,” 

B/N flops on his couch with a sigh, “Onto important matters. I met someone who-” 

“How is that more important…” Jesse mutters. B/N gives him a blank stare with Jesse rolling his eyes for him to continue. 

“As I was saying, I met someone who…is resistant to my abilities,” 

Now Jesse is intrigued. He sits forward, elbows on his knees, “How?” 

“I have no idea. No matter how hard I looked into her eyes, nothing worked,” 

“Maybe she’s deaf,” 

B/N pauses, his eyes widening, “You’re probably right,” B/N recalls the times he yelled at her to stop her car. Maybe she read lips very well, “Wait, I don’t think so. I talked to her on the phone,” 

Both men sit and think hard at the possibilities for her immunity. 

“Maybe she’s your kryptonite,” 

B/N sits up, clapping his hands in approval, “Exactly what I was thinking,”

“Most superheroes never know that they have a weakness until it shows up,”

“I’m not a superhero though,” 

“Maybe if you focused harder you could expand your power,” Jesse was getting way ahead of himself. 

B/N chuckles, “Maybe,”

They brainstorm some more when Jesse speaks again, “Maybe she’s just like you,” 

B/N doesn’t feel comfort at the thought at all. Someone else like him? He always thought that there was no one like him and he liked it that way. 

He ruffles his hair, giving Jesse a nervous smile, “No way,”


You’re driving a client to their destination, engaging in basic conversation when your phone rings. You check the ID to find that it’s an unsaved number, so you put it back down. 

Driving while on the phone wasn’t something you usually did while transferring people and you found that they appreciated that you put your absolute focus into their safety. 

But the ringing is persistent so your client tells you to answer it because your ring tone is annoying. 

“Hello,” you snap into the phone. 

And you called me rude,” 

“Who is this?” 

The one whose bags you stole,” 

It takes you a moment to recall the incident, “Oh, what is it?” 

“I need you to pick me up,” 

During the time of you talking, you’ve dropped off your customer. 

“Why?” 

I like how you drive. You’re also the only taxi number that I have,” 

“There’s an app for that,” you say but he’s persistent. You roll your eyes with a sigh, “I charge extra for picking up,” 

Not a problem,” he tells you his address and hangs up before you can even say okay. You toss your phone in the backseat as you drive to him. 

By the time you get there he’s standing outside waiting for you. 

“Where to?” you ask once he’s inside. 

“I actually have a plethora of places I need you to take me today,” 

“Why didn’t you mention this earlier?” 

He shrugs, “Just drive,” 

“Don’t order me around,” 

“Drive. Now,” 

You slam on the brake, him flying forward since his seatbelt isn’t on.

You spin around, your frustration taking over, “Let’s get one thing straight, you talk to me like an actual human being, got it? You don’t make any demands ever, you ask me nicely. Understood?”

He’s rubbing his nose, looking at you with his jaw clenched. If he doesn’t agree to your terms then-

“Understood,” he replies, to your surprise.

“What?” 

He checks if his nose is bleeding and then looks at you, “I said…understood.” 

anonymous asked:

As a stereotypical cynical Brit I was *just* about holding it together - until Kara's little wave goodbye to Mon-El, which was so heart-breaking. Like 'See you tonight, let's just pretend, yeah?' And then at the end when Idina Menzel kicked in that was it. Finished. Finito. Thank you and good night. People are saying though that Kara flying upwards was her flying into space to get him? Not too sure about that. Think she just wanted to get away from everything.

Haha you did much better than me. I revoked my British Stiff Upper Lip licence pretty much as soon as Mon-El started coughing…

I must admit I did get a kind of symbolic vibe from that- and Kara did say recently that she would always come and find him. Guess we’ll have to find out exactly how he gets back in like….six months hnnnnnnnnggggghhhh

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i love your headcanons. I'm sick rn could you please do your magic?

in honor of both of us being sick here are some….. sick headcanons

  • [sees galra ship] [slams lion into other lion] “punch buggy no punch backs”
  • concept: allura getting used to her powers
    • for the first few weeks she leaves sparkles everywhere like a cat that sheds glitter
    • sometimes when she gets mad she accidentally shorts out the power in the castle
    • permanent static cling. her hair’s just. up there. somewhere
  • keith doesn’t have a driver’s permit
  • do you think shiro’s arm could be rigged up to play music. because pidge thinks about that a lot. hunk. hunk would it be weird if i asked him to let me plug my phone into his–
  • if coran says the mice “have something of mine,” it’s his underwear
    • they like to leave them in random places to fuck with him
    • now the paladins think that coran just has a habit of stripping around the castle which is… yeah
  • some voltron trio names (courtesy of lance)
    • keith, hunk, pidge: Traffic Light Trio
    • hunk, pidge, coran: Nerd³
    • lance, keith, hunk: Primary Paladins
    • shiro, hunk, keith: FGFP (Fingerless Gloves and Fanny Packs)
    • pidge, keith, allura: a bad idea what the hell shiro–
  • lance: “hunk i’m gonna say something and i need you to not judge me for it” hunk: “uh…” lance: “out loud” hunk: “oh that i can do, go for it”
Ways to Open Yourself to Receiving Energy:
  • Stretch. Really stretch all your muscles and loosen your limbs. Even just sitting up with better posture for a moment.
  • Stand outside in the sun, palms up. Take a few deep breaths and let the light flood you.
  • Listen to your favorite cathartic music a little bit louder than usual. Get lost in it.
  • Close your eyes and stand with your feet together. Focus on where your balance is. Center it if it isn’t.
  • Write down every thought you have as soon as you think it for about 10 minutes.
  • Clean/organize your space.
  • Pick up a mantra or another repetitive task that calms you.
  • Lay flat on your back in the grass. Feel how expansive the earth is beneath you.
  • Focus on your environment instead of yourself. Leave your walls behind. Let the earth protect you.
Hate That I Love You (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Angst and smut.
Word count: 2.3k 

Summary: “I hate you.” You mumbled again as you bit your lip, trying anything to get him to have a fit and storm off, but of course, that wasn’t it — that just got him angrier. 
“I’m gonna get you to take that back.” He said in a low tone, pulling his t-shirt over his head before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans quickly. 

➸ Song: Hate That I Love You.


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anonymous asked:

Can you write about lance (from voltron) getting angry? like snaping, because I feel like we haven't seen lance truly angry yet, all the times we have seen him mad, but it seemed more agitated to me, and so I would love it if you wrote about lance snapping, just him being so sick of everything and someone makes a bad comment at the wrong time and he just snaps and he is terrifying, please? (p.s can it be super angst?)

Sorry if this is quite what you wanted, but here you go anon!

I image Lance as someone who would let himself get beat up but would kick someone’s ass if they dared to touch his friend, as well as being quietly intimidating since he often is loud and the contrast shows how serious he’s being.

Warning for some light swearing!

Lance made his way towards the kitchen, he was up a bit earlier than usual, though not overly so. He had gotten enough scoldings from Allura to know he needed to get his shit together. He often feels like he’s holding back the team and he is willing to make double the effort to become useful.

As he approached the entrance to the kitchen, he heard the muffled sounds of his teammates talking. Hoping Hunk was working his magic and preparing something other than the bland food goo, he sped up a tad. His fantasies of Hunk’s cooking ended abruptly when he got close enough to clearly make out what one of the voices was saying

“-know he’s trying, but he has to step it up! He’s lagging behind all of us.” He heard Shiro say

Lance stopped in his tracks. Shiro, Lance’s hero, just openly spoke about some of Lance’s biggest insecurities.

He spun around to go back to his room, however, dozens of cheesy soap operas and cliché scenes of drama being started from someone misinterpreting, mishearing, or misunderstanding made him stay.

He pressed his back against the wall, and he slid down it until he was sitting. He was a couple feet away from the doorway so while he could make out what his team was saying, he still had time to react and get up if he heard footsteps.

“I say we make him train more,” was Keith’s less than helpful input in lance’s opinion. He has trained a lot on his own, but he just wasn’t improving fast enough.

“Guys, Lance tries really hard, lay off a little,” Lance appreciated Hunk’s support and confidence in him, though it didn’t make Shiro and Keith’s comments sting any less

“Hunk, we know you’re the closest to Lance, but doesn’t that make your opinion a little more biased?”

“Lance isn’t at the same level as us, and he needs to get there.”

Hunk desperately tried to defend him but Lance knew it was a lost cause at this point, the more he listened to, the more he got frustrated. He contemplated getting up and leaving to calm himself down in his room now that he knew this wasn’t a misinterpretation; he was the subject of the conversation, more specifically, his inadequacy.

“Shouldn’t you get back to cooking or something? Shiro and I were discussing this and you kind of butted in,” Lance snapped to attention at that comment, did Keith seriously just say that?

Before Lance even processed what he was doing, he stormed into the kitchen, walked up into Keith’s startled face, his own looking furious, “What the hell did you just say?” his tone was even in a terrifying way

Keith seemed to understand it was a rhetorical question, Shiro seemed unnerved by Lance’s uncharacteristically serious tone.

“Lance, it was nothing-”

“That’s bull, Hunk, and you know it. That was entirely uncalled for.” Lance turned back towards the other two presences in the room, “Listen and listen well. If you even breathe another word that belittles, demeans, puts down, or even suggests Hunk did anything wrong when he hasn’t done a damn thing, then you’d better hope and pray I am as far behind in training as you suggest I am.” His tone was chilling, his eyes locked onto Keith’s, his icy glare effectively putting out the fire in Keith’s.

Keith soon snapped out of it and seemed to contemplate something before speaking, “So are you saying that if we insult Hunk you’ll be more motivated to train harder?” that was the wrong thing to say.

The ice in Lance’s gaze melted, being replaced with a fire that could burn anyone it was directed at, “If you dare to suggest what I think you are, my position on the team will not be your main concern.” his voice had started low, rising with every word, “Are we clear?” his words were short and tight, intimidating everyone in the room.

Nods from both Shiro and Keith were enough for Lance, he wasn’t going to let it go right away but he knew they understood.

“Alright, good,” Lance questioned if he should address what had spurred Hunk being dismissed and decided he would if only a little.

Lance locked eyes with Keith “What you say cuts deep,” he glanced at Shiro “Both of you. I looked up to you both, but I can take it. I know my faults, I know where I need improvement, and Hunk’s right, I do try…”

Lance’s voice had gotten soft as it trailed off, his eye’s having found themselves trained on the floor directly in front of his feet, he could feel the pitying gaze of the other three “All you are doing is vocalizing thoughts I’ve had a thousand times over,” Lance shook himself out of it and looked up again, Shiro and Keith stood in front of him ”but what I can’t take is you putting down my best friend when he has done nothing wrong.”

Lance had just about burned out, getting angry was exhausting. He was done with being frustrated for today, he turned on his heel and stalked out of the room, initially heading back to his room before opting to go to the only place he knew he couldn’t be disturbed. Blue.

Monkey

Once upon a time, my dear friend Palak @stylishmuser had a dream. She told me that dream and then, within the same day, this video happened. I’m here to put that dream into words. Please enjoy.

Also, @stylesunchained…I dared. I’m sorry.

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Harry was waiting patiently for someone on the other end of the phone to answer his call. He had called exactly when he always did; 6:30 on the dot in London, which was half an hour before his daughter went to bed. The nightly ritual had been the same for the past two weeks; he would call before bedtime, talk to his little girl as soon as she had her pajamas on, say goodnight before you tucked her in, and then call back after she was asleep and talk to you until his eyes started to droop. It wasn’t ideal - he would have much rather been home with the two of you - but it was better than nothing.

The familiar and sweet sound of your voice finally echoed in his ears and he saw your face pop up on the tiny screen.

“Hey you,” you smiled, “How are you?”

“Tired,” he replied, rubbing at his eyes a bit to keep them focused, “Lots of meetings and interviews today. Is she still up?”

“Of course. I’ve just had her run and brush her teeth; she should be out soon, she knows what time it is.”

Another few minutes went by as you and Harry talked about what had been going on, but you knew Harry was getting antsy to talk to someone else. As much as he loved conversations with you, he only had a limited time with his daughter before she fell asleep.

“(Y/D/N)!” you called, turning your head, “Daddy’s on the phone and he’s waiting for you!”

It was only a few seconds before the thumping of tiny feet could be heard running down the hallway. A moment later, Harry saw the wild hair of his three-year-old appear in frame and he chuckled.

“Hi, monkey,” he said, waving.

“Hi daddy!”

“I miss you. How are you?”

“I’m good. I went to Nana’s today and Auntie Gem was there!”

Harry grinned. “Was she? That sounds like fun. Did she let you play salon with her hair again?”

His daughter nodded, excitedly. That was one thing Harry was so thankful for; a sister who didn’t care if her niece wanted to poke, prod, braid or twist her hair within an inch of its life. Gemma was always game for a little ‘toddler spa day’.

“Daddy, guess how many more days!!”

“Hmm,” Harry thought, “I don’t know. Tell me.”

She held up both hands, folding two fingers down.

“Only this many! An’ then you’ll be home, daddy!”

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Bet || R.M.

Originally posted by alltimewolf

Word Count: 2095

Pairing: Ross!Reggie x reader

Summary: Chuck bets Reggie five hundred dollars to hook up with you, his tutor, and the outcome leaves you heartbroken.

Warnings: smut, fingering, cussing, unprotected sex, Reggie being a complete fuckboy, complete filth

Requested by anon:

“Hey Can you do a Reggie imagine where his bet that he couldn’t get the reader to go out with him. The reader is really pretty and awkward. So he tries and eventually falls in love with her. With a really fluffy ending. I know it’s cliché, haha.”

I kind of strayed off from the request, hope that’s okay! I might do a second part where it’s fluffier though!

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With All My Heart - Part 1

Word Count: 1922

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Hospitals 

A/N: There will be no separate taglist for this series. For all updates, turn on post notifications for @torn-and-frayed-writes

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Five hours for one stupid mishap. Jensen couldn’t believe his own stupidity. One minute he was cutting vegetables to make himself dinner, the next the knife slipped and he’d damn near cut his own thumb off. He knew it would need at least a few stitches so instead of calling Jared and listening to the teasing forever, he wrapped it up and drove himself to the hospital where he sat for five hours before finally getting seen.

He was on his way out when he saw you waiting to check in. You didn’t look great; pale, sweaty, slightly shaky. You took a breath and he saw your eyes roll back. He knew the look and he sped into action, catching you as you collapsed, stopping you from hitting the ground. “Can I get some help?” Jensen yelled. “She just passed out!”

“What happened?” A group of nurses and a doctor rushed out with a gurney, taking you from Jensen and lying you down. “Did you bring her in?”

“No.” Jensen shook his head. “I was on my way out and I saw her about to faint. I caught her. I have no idea who she is. She’s burning up though.”

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Fighting For Him - Smut

Originally posted by youarealwaysfirst

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Thomas/Reader
Words: 4,571
AN: @writing-obrien wanted Thomas and I always give her what she wants. Also thanks to her for also providing me with the plot and helping me figure it out. Special shout out to @celestial-writing cause she’s my child and she’s always encouraging me. And to my GC @sincerelystiles @dylan-ohbrien @ninja-stiles @thelittlestkitsune @girlmeetsworldedits @sabrinas-wolves @mf-despair-queen @rememberstilinski and @stilinski-jpeg cause they’re always encouraging and inspiring and I love them all a lot. 

This is just a lot of smut cause I am thirsty as fuckkkkkkkkk.



The moment you laid eyes on Thomas you knew you wanted him. It was an instant attraction. You gravitated towards him before you even realized your feet were moving, the second he stepped in the room. He seemed to feel the same, his whiskey eyes following your every movement. There was only one problem. Brenda.

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You'll Miss Me When I Go

Part 1:

Keith didn’t understand why he had to go to these stupid group counselling sessions. His brother wasn’t dead he would be back.
Since Shiro had disappeared after the ship sank everyone had said he was dead.
But Keith knew better. He knew he was fine and would come home as soon as he could.
The doctors said he just wasn’t coping with the loss well, that he was still in the stage of denial.
The therapist suggested that a group session could help him move on.
Move on was all they wanted him to do?
To give up on someone that could be back any day.
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He looked through the glass to the room. There was already four people inside, all sitting on chairs in a circle.
Keith took a deep breath and walked in.
Immediately four faces turned to look at him, one who he recognised as Hunk from college smiled at him.
The girl next to him gave him a nod not really seeming happy to be there, looks like they were in the same position.
The other woman smiled as well nudging the man with an orange moustache, as if to remind him of his job.
The man jumped to his feet and enthusiastically shock his hand “ah you must be Keith, lovely to meet you. Take a seat and we can do introductions. I’ll start, im Coran I lead these group sessions and I lost my wife a few years ago.”
He sat back down gesturing for Keith to do the same.
Begrudgingly he took the empty seat next to Hunk who frowned but didn’t say anything.
Coran pointed at the woman next to him indicating she should go next.
“Hello I’m Allura. I lost my farther many years ago and I am here to assist Coran and all of you in anyway I can.”
“My names Hunk, I’m here because my grandpa passed away a few months ago.”
Keith looked at the girl on the other side of Hunk waiting for her to introduce herself. She just crossed her arms and glared.
“The names Pidge and my dad and brother are alive! And are coming back!” She yelled standing up.
“Pidge please sit down.” Coran spoke softly but firmly and the girl did as he asked grumbling under her breath.
Suddenly Keith recognised her.
Her brother and dad had been on the same ship Shiro had been, she had been there the day Keith had said goodbye and wished him luck on his artic voyage.
He never even considered someone else may be going through the same stuff he was…
“The names Keith and I lost my brother.” He decided to leave out the part that he would be back considering the reaction Pidge had received. He made a mental note to talk to her later.
Coran nodded a kind smile a constant on his face. “Well it’s lovely to meet you all… though I was told we would have one more…”
As if on cue the door was flung open and a way too happy looking guy came bouncing in the room.
“Sorry sorry I’m late.” He held up a box of donuts as some kind of peace offering. “But I come baring gifts.” He laughed setting the box down on a empty chair.
“Ah yes Lance I wondered when you would get here.” Coran shook his head but didn’t seem at all mad at this. In fact looking at the obnoxious guy Coran had an expression of fondness on his face. “Take a seat and let’s get on with it.”
Lance stared at Keith for a moment before pouting with his hands on his hips.
“Oi Mullet your in my seat.”
Keith looked at him for a moment. This guy couldn’t be so full of himself that he would demand a stranger to move when there were plenty of empty seat.
“No way I was here first.” Keith snapped crossing his arms.
“Coran” Lance whined looking over his shoulder at the older man.
“Just Sit here Lance there is plenty of room.” Allura answered before Coran got a chance to do so.
“If you wanted me so bad why didn’t you say so.” Lance winked taking the seat, but he still looked pretty annoyed. “So we were up to me right for intros?” He asked Coran nodding in confirmation.
“Right then, I’m Lance remember the name” he joked “and im here to grieve for myself.”

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Misfire [Chapter 1]

Summary: The four times Bucky tries to ask you out and fails.

Warnings: couple of swear words, that’s all!

a/n: I’ve got two parts scheduled for Friday and Saturday, then the next two updates are only next week!

The Scent



Ever since you had been assigned to the world’s mightiest dorks superheroes, it had been evident to everyone that you were the light of James Buchanan Barnes’ life. 

The man practically turned into someone else around you, with soft smiles and longing stares, paired with the subtlest (not really) heart eyes. 

“Why don’t you just ask her out on a date?” Steve questioned, leaning his chin on his palm.

“I can’t just ask her out! She deserves so much more,” Bucky argued. “Plus, she’s too good for me.” His voice quietened as he proceeded to once again belittle himself.

Steve sighed. “We’ve been over this before, Buck. You’re just the same as everyone here, even Y/N. Why don’t you take a chance and ask her out? She’s just as infatuated with you as you are with her.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure of that,” Tony quipped as he strolled into the adjoined kitchen. “He basically goes mushy whenever she’s in the same room. She’s got him wrapped around her finger.”

“I am not!” Bucky protested indignantly, heat creeping up his neck.

“You kinda are,” Steve admitted, earning a glare from Bucky, which soon morphed into a look of defeat.

“How do I ask her to dinner?” He finally gave in, alternating looks between Tony and Steve.

“Why don’t you buy her flowers or something? It’s always a nice gesture,” Steve said thoughtfully as Bucky’s ears perked up. 

“Maybe I’ll do that. Thanks Steve! Fuck you Tony!” he shouted gleefully before sprinting away as the latter exclaimed a ‘Hey!’, offended.


Bucky scratched the back of his neck, stopping outside your room. His nervous, sweaty palms grasped a bouquet of flowers he thought you’d like.

He let out an exhale as he raised his fist, knocking on the door thrice before dropping his hand. 

A moment later, the door opened to reveal your radiant smile as he swallowed thickly and forced himself to give you a smile back. 

“H-hey Y/N.”

“Oh hey Bucky.” You smile widened as you opened the door a little more. You were in sweats and a t-shirt since it was your day off, and the sounds of a movie played from your room.

“I, uh, I brought you some flowers,” he stammered, pushing his wrist forward as you caught sight of the beautiful bunch.

“They’re gorgeous!” you exclaimed, letting go of the door to accept them. As your fingers brushed against his for less than a second, Bucky could swear he felt electricity jolt up his arm.

“Do you like them?” he asked anxiously, his hands making its way to the back of his neck again in a fit of nerves.

“I love them.” You grinned, taking a big whiff of them, inhaling the scent.

“That’s good.” He laughed nervously, stalling the conversation.

“Not that these aren’t lovely or anything, but why’d you suddenly bring me these?” you asked, frowning when your nose twitched uncomfortably. That’s new.

“I, um, I thought that you’d like them and, uh,-” He tried desperately to just throw it out there, but was suddenly interrupted by a large sneeze.

You rubbed your nose as you sniffed, looking at him apologetically. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

“I thought that maybe, uh, maybe you’d-” 

Achoo!” 

His eyebrows shot up in surprise as you looked annoyed.

“I’m sure I haven’t caught a cold, I don’t know why I’m sneezing. I’m so sorry Bucky, go on.” You felt terrible for interrupting him again, but that didn’t stop you from sneezing again.

And again.

And again.

“Are you okay?” Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed together in concern.

“I don’t know what’s going on- achoo!” You broke off your own sentence to much of your annoyance.

Bucky examined you carefully until his gaze dropped to the flowers clutched in your hands. Almost immediately his eyes widened in horror.

You followed his stare until you looked at the bouquet, realisation dawning on you. “Oh.”

“Are you… are you allergic to flowers?” he asked in shock, feeling immensely guilty.

“Not that I know of- achoo!” You wanted to jump off a cliff. “I guess it’s only this type. I’ve never seen them before.”

“Oh God, I’m- I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t know-” ‘Shit, shit, shit, shit’ was the only thing running through his head at that moment. How does one royally fuck up flowers?!

“You didn’t know, how is it your fault? Even I didn’t know.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his horrified expression, cutting your sentence off with another sneeze.

“Sh-should I get you you something, like a tablet or soup or something?” The poor guy didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t ask you out after giving you an allergy you didn’t even know about!

“I’ll be fine.” You giggled, rubbing your nose. 

“Should I take them away?” He gestured awkwardly to the flowers, not knowing how to be helpful.

“As much as I don’t want to part with them, I think you should.” You stretched them back to him as he took it with a drop of his shoulders, jumping when you sneezed again.

“Thank you though, Bucky. They’re really beautiful.” You tried to make him feel better about his unfortunate situation.

“I’lll leave you alone now. I hope you feel better soon, Y/N. I’m so sorry.” He smiled wearily back at you as he turned on his heel, trudging away disappointedly.

“She rejected you?” Tony blabbered with a mouth full of apple.

“I gave her a fucking allergy,” he said miserably making Tony choke on his food as he gasped for air.

“How’d you manage to fuck up flowers?”

“I have no idea.”

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Dating Justin Foley includes...


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Request: here ya go bby and this one

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  • Random make-out sessions

“Hey Justin do you think potatoes or broccoli wins-”

*insert Justin grabbing your waist and starts making out with you*

  • Finding out about his home issues

“GOD DAMN JUSTIN NO FUCKING PERSON DESERVES TO LIVE LIKE THAT OR IN THAT”

“I didn’t want you to worry so mu-”

“WELL YOU KNOW WHAT WORRIES ME SO MUCH? THAT YOU DIDN’T TELL ME SUCH A THING THAT IS PART OF YOUR DAILY LIFE”

  • Helping him through his domestic violence
  • Cuddles forever
  • Secretly Justin is a virgin bc he wanted the perfect person to do it with
  • And he chose you
  • *squeals*
  • You embarrass Justin. Like a lot.

CHEERIO MATE WASSUP DUDE.”

“God Y/n.”

  • Justin getting annoyed at you but you make it up to him with hugs.
  • You always giving him back hugs

  • Your parents bring him into your house, just because of what you told them

“NOW YOU CAN MOVE IN WITH MEEEEEEEE”

“Is this what you have to deal with 24/7”

  • Justin getting along with your parents very well
  • Justin cooks, YAS THE BOY FUCKING COOKS

“Babe you got some brownie, um, all over your face idiot.”

“What? ALL I HEAR IS FOOOOOD”

  • Singing in your bedroom
  • Your boy knows how to rap Rap God ;)
  • Kisses on cheeks

“Is it wrong if I love you and still love Jess?”

“It would be wrong not to still love her Justin.”

  • He stops drugs for you, he knows its bad
  • You stay the FUCK away from Bryce because you know better now
  • You knew Hannah but not well, she seemed more of a rebel and that was not you.
  • You weren’t on the tapes but you were handed a pair of headphones from Tony bc he said 

“Hannah really liked you Y/n, you were just so perfect. I bet you two would’ve been best friends.”

Soon you found out what Justin did

“I’m sorry Justin I love you but can I have some time? I really want to understand what truly happened.”

“Yeah okay.”

  • He was miserable but you came back to him in 2 days, you just needed time to process it, you forgave him for what he did
  • He loved you
  • He loved you more than Jess
  • He wanted to fucking marry you
  • You loved him too
  • You loved him so much
  • You wished this could last forever and you hoped it did too

hidden away || dylan o’brien (smut)

word count: 5226

warnings: mentions of cheating, oral (both receiving), daddy kink, unprotected sex, angst

request: how about an obrien imagine where it starts w yn in her room w her boyfriend and theyre talking and shes obviously bored and then she tells him shes gonna take a nap and shes feeling kinda sick so he leaves and then she watches out the window as he drives away and then dylan comes out of the closet saying “ugh finally that prick was taking forever to get outta here” or something like that and then it gets all smutty and stuffy thankssss

author’s note: this is my attempt at getting out of the funk i was in for a couple weeks! i hope you enjoy, thank you so much lau @thelittlestkitsune for being so supportive and helping past things for a couple days! she’s my sweet muffin and i love her! also part two? let me know what y’all think!

pairing: dylan o’brien / reader

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World’s Best Dad

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel

Summary: One of the reader’s students has a problem and she confronts her father about what’s going on…

Pairing: single parent!Dean x kindergarten teacher!reader

Word Count: 3,500ish

Warnings: language

A/N: My second ever daddy Dean fic. Quote for this one was “It was an accident I swear!”…


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Noona || Jeon Jungkook (PT. 1)

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Word Count: 2.9k

Genre: Angst/Fluff


The building in front of you loomed overhead, causing the nerves to run through your body. There was an underlying nervousness that you couldn’t quite shake for some reason. Maybe it was because you were in a country that you knew nothing about.

There was only one thing you did know, and that was that you were finally hired by a company and they were willing to pay you a good amount for doing your job, which excited you. You had always dreamed, from the moment you were a little kid to become a makeup artist. It wasn’t because you liked makeup, but because you liked turning people into art.

It had been a couple weeks ago when you had gotten the email from the company, saying they had heard about your work from another band that had just recently toured in your country. One of their makeup artists had gone home sick and wasn’t able to fulfill their job, so when they put up an ad looking for someone to cover the emergency, you had shown up.

Your makeup job had been flawless, and perfect for what they needed. And that was why you were here now, in Seoul, South Korea, instead of your home town.

A company named BigHit had sent you an email inquiring about your services, and hired you the moment you said you would do the job. When you had arrived in the country you had been greeted by a woman who was the same age as you, named Jihyo. She introduced herself as your translator slash teacher.

Her job was to make sure you were able to communicate with the boys as easily as possible and teach you the language so that soon you would be able to tour with them without a problem.

You were excited, as now you were doing the one thing you loved, and getting paid fairly well for it. The only problem was the language barrier. Soon that wouldn’t be a problem, but for now it seemed like the biggest thing blocking your path from a seamless transition.

“So this is the BigHit building, you’ll come here everyday and report in to the main office. You may have been hired as a makeup artist but you’ll also be with the boys when their practicing and rehearsing. Your job will be to make sure they eat and stay healthy.” Jihyo explained. The two of you were walking into the building and she led you in the direction of what you assumed was the main office.

“You’re telling me I’ve basically become a babysitter?” You asked for clarification. Jihyo nodded before smiling and laughing lightly. The sound of her laughter made a smile come over your own lips and you couldn’t stop it.

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