because you love her you stupid idiot

Playboy, bad boy Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by namjoonie00

Series genre: Smut, angst, fluff

Description: Kim Taehyung, one of the nastiest human beings you have ever been associated with. You despite even breathing the same air as him yet he still somehow finds a place in your life.

note: Park Jimin will also play a major role in this series. Also, this chapter will have some Harry Potter references that are not absolutely necessary to the story itself. Enjoy!

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triggers apply, mentions of death, murder, threats, sexuality and sexual/nsfw mentions. feel free to add/change pronouns.

❛ Anybody know you’re here? ❜
❛ Well, you see, I didn’t know where your office was. ❜
❛ In other words, the whole town knows you’re here! Get out! ❜
❛ You don’t know how hard it is being a woman looking the way I do. ❜
❛ You don’t know how hard it is being a man looking at a woman looking the way you do. ❜
❛ I’m not bad. I’m just drawn that way. ❜
❛ Don’t you realize you’re making a big mistake? ❜
❛ I didn’t kill anybody. I swear! ❜
❛ The whole thing’s a set up. A scam, a frame job. ❜
❛ My whole purpose in life is to make… people… laugh! ❜
❛ I’m out there risking my neck for you, and what are you doing? ❜
❛ Toons are supposed to make people laugh. ❜
❛ You don’t understand. Those people needed to laugh. ❜
❛ Then when they’re done laughing, they’ll call the cops. ❜
❛ A laugh can be a very powerful thing. ❜
❛ Why? Because you made him/her laugh? ❜
❛ Okay, nobody move! ❜
❛ You heard me, I said drop it! ❜
❛ I have to satisfy my sense of moral outrage. ❜
❛ I’d love to embrace you. ❜
❛ Put that gun down, you buck-toothed fool! ❜
❛ Give me another excuse to pump you full of lead. ❜
❛ So you thought you could get away with it, didn’t you? ❜
❛ Why, the real meaning of the word probably hits you like a ton of bricks. ❜
❛ We toons may act idiotic, but we’re not stupid. ❜
❛ You mean you could’ve taken your hand out of that cuff at any time? ❜
❛ No, not at any time, only when it was funny. ❜
❛ I would have been here right after you called, but I had to shake the weasels. ❜
❛ I want you to know I love you. ❜
❛ Is he/she always this funny, or only on days when he’s/she’s wanted for murder? ❜
❛ Can you guess what this is? ❜
❛ Freeway? What the hell’s a freeway? ❜
❛ Traffic jams will be a thing of the past. ❜
❛ Is that a rabbit in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? ❜
❛ Is this man removing evidence from the scene of the crime? ❜
❛ I see working for a toon has rubbed off on you. ❜
❛ What do I look like? A stenographer? ❜
❛ I’d say it was the booze talking. ❜
❛ Got a thing for rabbits, huh? ❜
❛ Search the place, boys, and leave no stone interned. ❜
❛ You think that’s funny? ❜
❛ No hard feelings, I hope. ❜
❛ You won’t think it’s funny when I stick that pen up your nose! ❜
❛ Look, the stain is gone. It’s disappearing ink. ❜
❛ The hand buzzer. Still our biggest seller. ❜
❛ So what happened, huh? ❜
❛ You can drop anything you want on his head, he’ll shake it off. ❜
❛ One too many refrigerators dropped on his head? ❜
❛ Don’t you appreciate the magnitude of that? ❜
❛ I’m surprised you’re not more cooperative. ❜
❛ Remember how they always thought there wasn’t a way to kill a toon? ❜
❛ That’s one dead shoe, eh, boss? ❜
❛ I would think you of all people would appreciate that. ❜
❛ I don’t know how many times we have to do this damn scene! ❜
❛ If you really needed money so bad, then why didn’t you come to me? ❜
❛ I’ve already got a stiff on my hands, thank you. ❜
❛ So I took a couple of dirty pictures, kill me. ❜
❛ Nose? That don’t rhyme with “walls.” ❜
❛ Seriously, what do you see in that guy/girl? ❜
❛ You need a heart, before you can have an attack. ❜
❛ Are you trying to give me a heart attack? ❜
❛ I can tell you now it ain’t gonna come cheap. ❜
❛ Question is, do you have the way? ❜
❛ Jumpin’ without a parachute? Kinda dangerous, ain’t it? ❜
❛ I don’t think you want it. ❜
❛ What the hell happened in here? ❜
❛ I’ve never seen a mess like this! ❜
❛ What do you call the middle of a song? ❜
❛ What do you think you’re doing, chump? ❜
❛ Don’t let me catch your peepin’ face around here again. Got it? ❜
❛ Stop that laughing. ❜
❛ You know what happens when you can’t stop laughing? ❜
❛ One of these days, you’re gonna die laughing. ❜
❛ We just want the rabbit. ❜
❛ What are we gonna do? ❜
❛ The best part is, they work for peanuts. ❜
❛ Work’s been kinda slow since cartoons went to color. ❜
❛ Long time, no see! ❜
❛ What are you doing here? ❜
❛ Remember you never saw me. ❜
❛ Boy, what is this, some kind of secret room? ❜
❛ That’s it. I’m calling the cops. ❜
❛ I come here for help and what do you do? ❜
❛ So long, and thanks for nothing. ❜
❛ Probably looking for a good place to stick a knife! ❜
❛ A laugh can be a very powerful thing. Why, sometimes in life, it’s the only weapon we have. ❜
In Trials of Apollo, we need to see Artemis and Apollo reunite.

There are no exceptions. I want to see her saving Apollo and just seeing him in this puny mortal body, covered in blood, sweat, pain, and wounds, his face pure agony after all the shit he has gone through. I want to see her march over to him, punch him in the face and beat the shit out of him. Then she says “Look how low the “mighty” Apollo has fallen. You look like shit.“ And he’s like, "Thanks sis love you too.” She’s so pissed off and angry and relieved that he’s okay and not dead that she pulls him into the most bone-crushing hug, partially to hurt him partially because she was genuinely worried. “You are such an idiot, who gets turned mortal 3 times? Oh my gods you are so stupid! Father is beyond angry. Do you know how much trouble I had to go through to save your sorry ass all those times?! Look at you, you look like literal shit you’re so weak and defenseless is that acne oh my gods.” And Apollo is fighting back the tears because here’s his sister. Every other god has completely abandoned him but she’s still here. She sent help and support even if it broke Zeus’s rules and now here she is, saving his ass like old times. It feels good to be around someone familiar after all the shock and new experiences of being mortal, it just makes him feel better, at home.   And the people around them are like “Are you both…crying??” And they’re are like “WHAT. NO. OF COURSE NOT I HATE HIM/HER.” But they continue hugging and grossly sobbing because gods damnit the twins missed each other and you can’t tell me other wise.

One man tents aren’t meant for sharing

I wanted to write bed sharing. So I did. 

Smut ahoy.

3k words-ish

One man tents aren’t meant for sharing. Neither are sleeping bags. Too bad they don’t have any choice…

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Killian Jones’ rather bony elbow dug into Emma’s back. Wincing, she scowled then retaliated by shoving her icy cold right foot backwards until it was wedged between his bare legs, causing him to mutter profanities under his breath.

Today was such a fucking mess. She was cold, tired and mentally drained from an afternoon of drudging through the forest with… him .

“Swan…” he groaned, the low timbre of his voice cutting right through her body making her gut clench.

“Keep your arms to yourself, buddy,” she snapped, her frown growing deeper.

“Gladly,” he quipped, flopping dramatically onto his stomach. The extra-large sleeping bag that housed the pair lurched in his direction, spinning her onto her back and somehow wedging her arm beneath him.

“Urgh!” she cried, tugging herself free, thanking God and all the stars that the man was at least wearing an undershirt.

He turned his head. Though it was late, it was summer and the night sky still provided enough illumination to see his expression: a smug grin combined with raised eyebrows.

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Are you certain I can’t persuade you to have this conversation elsewhere, you complete dick?”

“So I said shag.” Harry looks around at the stunned lobby full of people. “That’s right, I said shag. I’m shagging him and I like it. Who here isn’t shagging somebody else who’s also here, hmm?”

Like magic, the lift dings at that moment, and who else makes a timely exit but Pansy Parkinson with her blouse buttoned wrong so that her bra shows and Ron, his hair sticking straight up and the goofiest glazed expression on his face that Harry has ever had the misfortune to see.

“See?” Harry gestures. Then he points around the room. “Gyffindor/Slytherin, Gryffindor/Slytherin, and okay,” he points at Luna practically dripping off Blaise’s cut torso, “Ravenclaw/Slytherin, but you get the idea.” Harry turns his attention to the room again. “Would anybody here care if I kiss this idiot?”

Harry doesn’t miss Hermione clasping her hands up to her face and bouncing.

“Bleeding hell, Potter, I’m not an idiot just because I didn’t know what this was! How the fuck am I supposed to know anyway?”

“Bloody well ask, you git!”

Draco plants his hands on his hips and leans in to shout in Harry’s face, “Oh and if I’d asked you, you’d just happily say—”

“That I think I could fall in love with you? Yeah, Malfoy, I would!”

“Well, so could I, plonker!”

“So could you what?”

“Fall in love with your stupid Gryffindor arse!”

Harry stops short. He parts his lips, but he finds no words to speak.

To his shock, Draco leans around him and addresses the room. “Everybody here all right with that?
—  Like a Star Across My Sky by lumosed_quill and sdk


-Annabeth cheating on Percy and breaking up with him because she “found someone more powerful” than Percy… She isn’t some power obsessed maniac like Luke was. She loves Percy because he’s Percy. If she were power hungry, she wouldn’t have turned down the Hunters. Unless you’re a demigod that ascends to godhood, immortality and some Artemis archery skills running through you is as powerful as you can be. So in those fics where Percy leaves camp heartbroken because Annabeth cheated on him, it just completely craps all over her amazing character.

-Percy isn’t a blithering idiot… Is he a bit slow sometimes? Yeah. He definitely is. But he isn’t stupid. Remember when he challenged Briares, a monster with one-hundred hands, to a game of rock paper scissors when he’s just a guy with two hands? He outsmarted him. He pulled out a gun and trumped all one hundred of Briares hands and used some pretty great Athena-like intelligence that saved him, Briares, and Annabeth’s lives. ANNABETH HERSELF HAD NO IDEA HOW TO PUMP UP BRIARES’ SELF-CONFIDENCE SO THEY COULD RUN FROM KAMPE.

If you have any more, please add to this list.

SoMa Week 2017 Day 6: Promise

for today I have a FANFIC, omg

It’s one of my first fics and I wrote it a year ago. It was supposed to be a one-shot, but it has 4 chapters already haha. Maybe if more people like it I could translate the rest.

Many thanks to @leslietendo for helping me with the translation and @thefishywitchy for betaing and being patient with my grammar mistakes

You can also read it in Ao3 and let’s go!, hope you like it ~

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 |

“I love you.”

Soul raised his eyes off the magazine that he had in his hands and he looked at Maka in bewilderment, who was standing in front of him.

“What?” he asked uncertainly.

“I’ve been in love with you…” she repeated bravely “for a long time.”

They fell silent. She didn’t seem affected; in fact she was incredibly calm, something weird considering she was confessing her feelings. However, Soul got paralyzed.

He was surprised and not at the same time. He had realized the feelings of his partner for a long time, but it was an issue that neither of them had ever mentioned and that they would probably have to discuss at some point.

But he didn’t expect it to be that sudden, out of nowhere.

“Maka, I…” he looked at her sadly “I don’t feel the same for you.”

She gave him a warm smile. “I know.”

Wasn’t this the moment when girls start to cry and run away? Why was she smiling at him if he was rejecting her?

“I knew you’d say that, I was prepared to listen it,” Maka started to say as she sat at his side. “It was just that I had to tell you, I could not leave this pending for much more.”

“I’m really sorry,” said Soul looking at the ground without knowing what to do.

“You don’t have to apologize, you’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Make my partner… no, my best friend feel sad is not exactly something cool.” He could feel how Maka’s soul wave had shrunk in sorrow. She just sighed.

“I’m serious, Soul. I had accepted that you would never see me that way and I can live with that… if you see me sad it’s for another reason.”

“You are acting weird, what’s going on?”

Maka stood in silence and he felt her shiver. That put him on alert and he got scared. He had a bad feeling.

“Maka, just tell me!”

“We can’t be partners anymore.”

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slightlied  asked:

22 bnha any ship ya want :-)

Justine you’re an angel omg I hope you don’t mind Kacchako bc I’m very deep in hell for them!!! (Also let’s play how cliche can Aja get)

22. “You can’t just say that and then disappear!”

Stupid, stupid Bakugou.

Uraraka was running around like a crazy woman, fingertips pressed together as she looked around anxiously. To anybody on the outside it would look like she was frantically searching for the villain they were fighting, and that was mostly true, just because Bakugou was an idiot didn’t mean she would let it affect her work.

But yes, she was also searching for Bakugou, who had fled after dropping the biggest bomb on her.

I love you. He had said with his rough calloused hands cupping her face right before he ran straight into the fire. Uraraka had just stood there before calling out his name, staring at the flames taking over the building they had been called to. A villain had shown up and unleashed his quirk right in the middle of an office, killing hundreds already.

Now, Uraraka knows why Bakugou said what he said. He didn’t think he was coming back as he ran forward. Bakugou was nothing less than confident in his abilities and if he thought he wasn’t going to survive this then that wasn’t good for anybody.

Uraraka lifted herself off the ground using her quirk and floated up to one of the smashed windows. Nothing but smoke rolled through and she couldn’t see a thing.

“Please, please…” Uraraka whispered, moving up and over and down and in all directions she could to see if she could get a glimpse of blonde hair. She looked for green hair and red and white hair as well. Deku and Todoroki would be around here somewhere. She wanted them all to be safe.

An explosion sounded from around the building and Uraraka took off, pushing off on the building.

There were only flames here and she could see Deku unconscious on the floor, Todoroki and Bakugou fighting off the villain inside. She wondered where the others were, if they had gotten word.

But for now Uraraka swept in quietly and lifted Deku off the ground, making him weightless as she floated towards the ground to hand him to the paramedics. He stirred and sputtered but by then Uraraka was launching herself towards the window she had come out of, praying that they hadn’t moved.

“Xplosion! Shouto!” Uraraka called, relieved that they were still there and rushed towards them.

“Uravity, what the fuck?” Bakugou yelled, having the villain in a headlock. “Get out of here!”

“What?” Uraraka kept rushing forward and didn’t realize that the villain was pointing a finger gun at her, something small being launched at her.

“Huh?” She took a step back and before anybody could stop it, it exploded. Grenades from the fingertip. Convenient. 

Uraraka’s back hit the wall and she slumped down, sputtering. She had hit her head pretty hard and fell into a state of unconsciousness, the last thing she saw being Bakugou slamming his fist into the villain’s face.

When she roused she was lying in a hospital bed, arms and cheek bandaged. She blinked a couple of times, vision blurry.

“Thank fucking god.” A rough voice whispered beside her. Uraraka cast her eyes aside and stared at Bakugou. “You’re awa-”

“What’s wrong with you?” Uraraka croaked, voice weighed down with sleep.

Bakugou blinked and then narrowed his eyes. “Excuse me?”

You can’t just say that and disappear!” Uraraka cleared her throat before speaking and tried sitting up. Her body ached and Bakugou pushed her against the sheets. “I was worried! And that… th-that is a big thing to say right before you think you’ll die.”

“Yeah well I wanted you to know.” Bakugou huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

Uraraka sputtered. “You should’ve said it earlier! I didn’t even get a chance to say it back.”

Bakugou snorted. “You have the chance now.”

Uraraka glared. “Yeah well I’m mad at you right now!”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “I can leave, you know. I still have shitty clean up to do.”

Bakugou went to stand and Uraraka’s hand shot out to grip his wrist, holding him in place. Bakugou didn’t look at her, not even when she whispered out. “I love you too. Don’t leave me again like that.”

Bakugou gave her hand a squeeze and fell heavily into the chair. “Fine.”

Uraraka smiled softly. She knew that was the most positive answer she was going to get from him. “How’s Deku?”

Bakugou really looked like he considered leaving again.

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Dylan Strome imagine (part 2)

I kinda went a bit over the top with it but i hope it’s okay and that you can’t tell that i wrote this at 2am…

1,4k words

for: @scottish-kid , @astilinski24 , @miserablee–at–best , @langblr-eva & @nhlmcdavid

part 1

Originally posted by konecny

You felt like you were dying. Your head was throbbing and you could barely move.

“Good morning sunshine.”

His voice was too loud and made your head hurt even more, burying your head under your pillow didn’t help either. At least it was Dylan and not some stranger. You saw a pale hand offer you something that looked like painkillers and a bottle of water so you took them and immediately hid under your blanket again. The bed dipped down a bit and your blanket was lifted. A warm body slipped in next to you but at the moment you couldn’t care less and curled towards the warmth. You really hoped you’d fall asleep soon.


When you woke up the throbbing had become bearable but still painful. You didn’t want to open your eyes in case the brightness of the room would hurt your eyes again so you cuddled closer to Dylan with your eyes closed. In the last few months you had snuggled up with Dylan in front of the tv enough to know when he was next to you. His warm arms tightened around you and he sighed.

“You awake?”

You hummed in response, not feeling ready to talk yet.

“Does it still hurt when I talk?”

He whispered and it didn’t hurt so you shook your head a little.

“You really had me worried last night. You didn’t text or call only to come stumbling in at 3 in the morning sucking faces with some random asshole.”

His arms around you tightened some more. Dylan usually only became possessive when he was drunk or the Otters lost a game and he was blaming himself. You secretly prided yourself on the fact that you were the person that gave him comfort. Being roommates with a guy had its perks, but being roommates with a guy you liked… It wasn’t always easy.

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La Belle et le Bete... the 2017 spin

I just saw Beauty and the Beast and…


How does a moment last forever?

The thing about Beauty and the Beast… I was too young to see it in the theatres, and my father bought me a laser disc copy to watch a year later. I fell in love with Belle, Belle’s dress (and that was why yellow was my favorite color as a child), and the whole magic of this story. Beauty and the Beast (1991) holds a very important piece of my childhood – this movie means a lot to me.

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Kiss- Philip Hamilton X Reader

a/n: i decided to post this @hamiltonsquills

Warnings: allusions to sex and maybe some swearing? i don’t remember

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.” Philip said, his freckled cheeks dusted in red. His hair was unruly and his pants were inside out. He wasn’t even wearing a shirt or shoes.

“I… probably should go.” I said, my voice breaking.

“No it’s fine.” He insisted.

“No… its not important. You are… busy. I will just come back later… or something.” I said and I started to move away. He put his hand on my shoulder, causing me to wince and I turned back around.

“Philip come on… I was so close.” The girl in his bedroom whined and I backed away from him.

“Philip it can wait. Goodbye.” I said and I rushed out, hearing him follow me outside.

“No, it can’t.” He argued and I turned around and looked at him desperately.

“Just leave me alone.” I choked out, tears flowing down my face. He studied my face closely.

“Come here, shh.” He soothed and he hugged me gently. I cried into his bare shoulder and he just held me.

“Why won’t you just go back inside? You have someone waiting for you.” I said, trying to be mean but unable to do so.

“She doesn’t matter. Not right now. You are crying and you need me right now. I’m going to tell her to go home and we can spend the whole night together, okay?” He asked me gently and I nodded. He led me by the hand inside and he asked her politely to leave. She left, flustered and shooting a dirty look at me. She left and he led me to the couch where we laid with each other. “Are you gonna tell me why you were crying?”

“It’s stupid.”

“If you are upset about it then there is no possible way it is stupid.”

“Well the actual reason isn’t stupid but I’m starting to think I am.”

“You aren’t stupid. You’re so important.”

“Tell that to my father who is never home.”

“Hey, you are important to your dad. I know I am important to mine even if he is just as absent as yours.” Philip assured me.

“That’s not the reason I’m stupid though. I’m stupid because I fell in love with someone who I have no chance with.”

“King George?” Philip suggested and I shook my head, laughing.

“God that would be awful. ‘Hey dad I’m in love with the person who enslaved the colonies. Can I meet him sometime soon?’” I laughed
and he joined in laughing as well.

“Who’s the lucky man?”

“My bestfriend.”

“Oh.” He said pausing, trying to process what to say.“Your best friend doesn’t deserve you. You are way too beautiful and intelligent for a man whore like he is.”

“No. I know him and he isn’t a man whore. He is a great man, despite the fact that I’ve walked in on him having sex when I was going to confess my feelings.”

“He doesn’t deserve you.”

“Yes you do. Philip you’re intelligent and you’re funny and I care deeply about you.”

“I’m sorry you had to walk in on me having sex with her because I care about you a lot as well.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me rather than having sex?”

“Because I’m an idiot.”

“You aren’t. You were just scared and that’s fine.”

“Fine, I’m a scared idiot who runs off and has sex with people, consequently hurting my best friends feelings because I have a fear of rejection.”

“People do stupid things when they are in love. Or when they are afraid. So one out of two-”

“Two out of two. I do think this whole time I’ve been trying to tell you that I love you.”

“I… I love you too.”

“That would’ve been extremely awkward if you didn’t.”

“Just imagine it though. 'Yeah, sorry about that. I kinda love George Eacker so…’” I giggled, unable to continue at the look on Philips face.

“If you said Eackers name I would’ve died out of heartbreak.”

“Don’t worry, he has nothing on you.”

“He better not because anything he could do, I could do at least ten times better.”

“And if I told you that Eacker had kissed me before?”

“He would be a dead man.”

“He did it for a dare and took me completely by surprise. I almost threw up afterwards. He was extremely drunk though so he doesn’t even remember it.” I told him quietly.

“Give me the word and he is dead.”

“No. I want to hold you to the promise that you can kiss me ten times better.”

“That’s the easiest thing in this entire world. May I?” He asked and I nodded. He kissed my lips and I kissed him back. He wrapped his hands around my waist. He then used them to bring me closer to him and I put my hands in his hair, grabbing it as gently as possible. He licked my lips and I opened them, groaning slightly. He smirked against my lips and pulled away quickly.

“I bet Eacker couldn’t get you to make that noise.”

“You are such a tease.” I pointed out and he laughed, his lips still close to mine.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

gilmore girls starter sentences (part one) 

  • ❝ i wanna be good, life’s just not letting me. ❞
  • ❝ i need coffee in an iv. ❞
  • ❝ who cares if i’m pretty if i fail my finals? ❞
  • ❝ give me a burger, onion rings, and a list of people who killed their parents and got away with it. i need some heroes.  ❞
  • ❝ i think we should get married. ❞
  • ❝ don’t look at me, i had nothing to do with it. ❞
  • ❝ my god, those are good genes. ❞
  • ❝ we should be out partying with the homies. ❞
  • ❝ school comes before _______’s mental health. ❞
  • ❝ great, we can hold hands and skip afterwards! ❞
  • ❝ i almost fell off the roof of my house, so i have to have pancakes. ❞
  • ❝ this is what i’ve always pictured the inside of my head to look like. ❞
  • ❝ i walked around in a blind rage, i was crazy. ❞
  • ❝ take a polaroid. paint a still picture. do whatever you want. ❞
  • ❝ you’re a vicious trollop! ❞
  • ❝ should i be putting a tongue depressor in your mouth right about now? ❞
  • ❝ well shake him real hard! maybe he’ll disappear! ❞
  • ❝ i think i may have loved you, but i just need to let it go. ❞
  • ❝ oh sure, but first why don’t you use a medieval torture instrument to crush my ribs and flatten my spinal cord in order to accommodate your sadistic wishes? ❞
  • ❝ jerk! ass, arrogant, inconsiderate, mindless, frat-boy, lowlife, butt-faced miscreant! ❞
  • ❝ here’s to hoping that your cat exposes itself to you soon. ❞
  • ❝ what are we if not the world’s champion eaters? ❞
  • ❝ my excitement must be clouding my ability to judge comedic hyperbole. ❞
  • ❝ don’t go all west side story on me, okay? ❞
  • ❝ stop trying! stop talking to me, stop following me, stop asking me questions. just stop! ❞
  • ❝ you seem very obsessed with length. ❞
  • ❝ that’s so cute, you’re like a really sweet old agoraphobic couple! ❞
  • ❝ gee, thanks for spoiling it for me. ❞
  • ❝ an innocent boy/girl/person like me should not be raised in an atmosphere like this. ❞
  • ❝ do you want to push me in a lake? it’s cathartic, i hear. ❞
  • ❝ did anyone ever think that maybe sylvia plath wasn’t crazy, she was just cold? ❞
  • ❝ when a woman gives birth to a crack baby, you do not buy her a puppy. ❞
  • ❝ people are especially stupid today. i can’t talk to any more of them. ❞
  • ❝ i need it to be over because i can’t take this anymore. ❞
  • ❝ only prostitutes have two glasses of wine at lunch. ❞
  • ❝ this great man was brought down by my vagina, okay? ❞
  • ❝ if you’re gonna throw your life away, he’d better have a motorcycle! ❞
  • ❝ tie your tubes, idiots. ❞
  • ❝ am i crying or laughing? ❞
  • ❝ i have no patience for jam hands! ❞
  • ❝ i’m attracted to pie. it doesn’t mean i feel the need to date pie. ❞
  • ❝ i love you, you idiot. ❞
  • ❝ i’m afraid that once your heart’s involved, it all comes out in moron. ❞
  • ❝ it’s all any of us wants, to find a nice person to hang out with ‘till we drop dead. not a lot to ask! ❞
  • ❝ oy with the poodles already. ❞
  • ❝ this thing that we’re doing here… you and i. i just want you to know that i’m in. i’m all in. ❞
  • ❝ it’s five in the morning, go make coffee at your own house. ❞
  • ❝ i can’t stop drinking the coffee. ❞
  • ❝ i stop drinking the coffee, i stop doing the standing, walking, and words putting into sentence doing. ❞
  • ❝ i’m planning on despising everyone who says ‘hey, how’s it going?’ ❞
  • ❝ i freak out at beddy-bye. ❞
  • ❝ all they do is bitch, bitch, bitch. ❞
  • ❝ i’d rather have bird crap fall on my head. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t like mondays, but unfortunately they come around eventually. ❞
Gone (part 2)

“Can I have a request about dean and his wife the reader are fighting about whatever and dean says something about regretting marrying her and she says fine and leaves. He’s devastated and it’s up to Cas and Sam to save the day and reunite them”

“It can be a two part if you’d like”

Requested by: @nervousmemzie (If you want to be tagged in my other stories, tell me!)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 1620

A/N: Finally, the second part! I’m sorry for the late. Enjoy it!
Flashback is in italic.

Gone (part 1)

Two days have passed since Y/n left the bunker, throwing Dean in total discomfort. He has been looking for her day and night. By now, he doesn’t sleep, doesn’t eat, doesn’t drink. Dean stands still, motionless, thinking constantly at that horrible night; he would have to stay home, with his wife, should have embraced her, make love with her. And instead..
Y/n.. is as if she had disappeared from the radar: the gps of her phone is dead, her car is still in the garage, and some hunters who know her.. no one had her news. Dean could only ask Castiel, but unfortunately, he wasn’t very helpful.

“Cas, you have to find Y/n. Use.. your angel powers! ”
Castiel sighs, continuing to look at Dean in his eyes; Is the third time the hunter prays the angel to do something, but unfortunately he doesn’t know how to find the girl.
“Dean, I’m not as strong as it used to be. I want to find Y/n, as want it you, and Sam. But I can’t use my powers. I’m sorry.”
Dean hits the kitchen table hard; first a punch, then another, and another one. He closes his eyes, and breathes deeply. As Dean tries to calm himself, Castiel approaches him, and puts his hand on the hunter’s shoulder.
“But I can ask some other angel to help me; a couple of them still have me some favors. Dean, we’ll find Y/n.”
Dean nods to his friend, while his hopes of getting his wife back are decreasing.

Dean is in the shower, and while hot water flows through his body, he continues to think about that night, to the words that came out of his lips. He tries to think of something else, and the first memory of him and Y/n is the night he asked the girl to marry him. Dean had bought the ring weeks earlier, but couldn’t make the proposal to her; Dean knew that Y/n loved him, but he was still afraid she would answer him no. Then one night Dean finally decided to declare himself. He had brought the girl to an Italian restaurant, very nice and intimate; there were candles, the perfect atmosphere, and the words came out of the hunter’s lips in a breath. Dean smiles, thinking back to that time, she was smiling, because she thought he was joking. Dean takes a hand in his hair, thinking of how much he misses his wife; how much he misses her smile, her eyes, her hair, her scent. Dean comes out of the shower, wraps a towel around his waist, and returns to his room; he dresses slowly, thinking back when he and his wife showered together, to her joking with him under the water..
Dean goes slowly in the kitchen, and sees Sam, as usual with his head on books; Dean remembers his wife in that same position when she does some research for some hunt. Sam looks up in Dean’s direction, and greets his brother with a nod. Winchester’s older brother approaches the coffee machine and takes a cup; on the table there is also a bottle of scotch, and looking at it, Dean is almost stomach ache. Suddenly, Sam and Dean hear the noise of the bunker’s entrance door; both on the alert, they head to the entrance, and they see Castiel slowly descending the stairs. His face is pale and looks very tired. Sam approaches him, and puts his hand on his shoulder.
“Cas, are you okay?”
Castiel does nothing but nod as he sits on a chair; meanwhile, Dean takes a glass of water and bring it to Cas. He knows the angel doesn’t need it, but it’s a courtesy. Cas decides to accept the water, and after drinking a long sip, finally, he seems to relax. The angel looks up, first to Sam and then to Dean.
“I think I’ve found her. I’ve found Y/n.”

Spring City, Tennessee.
Here is where Y/n is located. The girl, while she was locked in her old room, she didn’t want to wait for Dean to wake up the next day and talk to him. She needed to take some air, and get away from her husband for a while. She had turned off the phone, so that he couldn’t find her, and she had begun to walk and walk, until thought had tired her; she had decided to stop at the first motel she would find, and now, she is lying on the bed of her room, staring at the ceiling. To think about the last two days, to Dean’s words. She knows he was drunk, and that maybe he didn’t mean those things; but if he really thinks of those things? Y/n tries to figure out what’s wrong with her, what made her so wrong to bring Dean to think of something like that. Y/n turns into bed, trying to hold back the tears; she has been crying so much in these last days, and whenever she thinks that night, the tears begin to fall again. Y/n gets up from bed, and enters the bathroom; she takes off her clothes, and enters the bathtub. A hot bath will do me good, she thinks, at least I hope.
But it doesn’t change anything, what she wants is just to stay close to Dean, embrace him, make love with him. But him..
Toc! Toc!
The thoughts of the girl dissolve, when she hears a knock at the door; she decides not to get up to go to open up, but after a few seconds, still knocking at the door. Y/n sighs, and gets bored, leaves the tub, and wraps a towel around the body. She approaches the door and slowly opens it; she frozes. Y/n expected to be in front of anyone except him. Dean.
“D-Dean. How did you find me?”
“Can I come in?”
Y/n asks Dean for a few minutes, and after closing the door, she begins to dress; meanwhile, she thinks about what Dean needs to say.
Y/n opens the door again, and Dean is still there, waiting. The girl’s gaze meets the hunter’s, while he enters the motel room. Both boys remain silent for a while that seems endless; to make the first step is Y/n, which with Dean’s surprise, she is thrown into the arms of the man.
At first Dean is upset by Y/n’s behavior, but immediately that thought disappears, and the hunter does nothing but shake his wife’s strength.
“I missed you so much.” Dean says, as he touches the girl’s back; yes. She’s angry with Dean, he shouldn’t have said those things .. but, how can she give up the love of her life?
“Tell me you don’t think those things. Please tell me you love me..” Y/n’s words mingle with her sobs as tears flow over her face. Dean looks at the girl in her eyes, and taking her face in her hands, he lays his lips on her. God, how he missed the taste of her lips, wrap his fingers through her hair.. Y/n wraps her arms around the neck of the hunter and draws him closer to him.
“I’m sorry.. I’m sorry.. I’m sorry..” Dean goes on to say, while kissing his wife on the lips, on the cheeks, on the neck. Dean’s eyes meet those of Y/n, and with his thumbs dry her face out of tears.
“I didn’t mean those things, I was stupid. I love you, Y/n, and I will never regret having married you.”
“So why did you tell it? Is there anything true in what you said? Because I do nothing but think about what’s wrong with me. Do I worry too much about you? I’m too..”
Y/n’s words dissolve in the air when Dean slams back on her, and their lips clash.
“You’re not too much, you are my wife. And you are my life. I.. I was drunk. And I didn’t know what I was saying. I was an idiot.”
“You were an asshole. And you hurt me, too.”
Y/n moves away from Dean, and gives her back to him, while she runs a hand through the hair. Dean sighs; he knows it will not be easy to be forgiven by her, but he’ll not give up on her. He loves her too much.
“Come home with me, Y/n.”
Dean wrapped his arms around her waist, crashing the back of her with his chest.
“For me, exist only you. I need you.”
The hunter’s lips sit on her neck, and he begins to torture her soft skin. Y/n put the head on his shoulder, enjoying that little moment. The girl turns around, closing her eyes, wrapping her arms around the hunter’s waist, and hiding her face against Dean’s chest. He rubs her back, and puts soft kisses on her head.
“I swear to God that such a thing will no longer happen. I was wrong, and I was a jerk. But I love you Y/n, and I can’t live my crappy life without you.”
The hunter’s words make her shudder; the girl has never heard of it this way, not even when they got married. Y/n looks up to meet Dean’s, and without saying a word, she kisses him; their tongues collide passionately, and both feel the desire to deepen the kiss, to go further.
Y/n knows Dean has made a mistake, but she also knows he feels guilty of his mistake. And if he says he’ll not do it anymore, then she believes it. And deep down, Dean is her husband, and she is his wife; they love too much to stay angry forever. Their love is stronger than a hangover and a quarrel.

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Request: Could you write a one shot in which Sherlock and the reader (already in a relationship) are fighting? I’d find that really interesting!

Sherlock Holmes had sparred with many an intimidating nemesis. He’d faced off against the most fierce, twisted, cold, hard, calculating, fearful opponents known to man, however none of adversaries that had come before had invoked such terror and panic as the one he was currently staring down.

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Starmora #12, please :)

12. Things you said when you thought I was asleep

Takes place a few months after Vol 2 


It was one of those rare mornings where Peter woke up first. Gamora was usually up with the ship’s artificial sunlight, so he couldn’t help but be proud that he’d clearly worn her out last night.

Not that he was bragging, but come on – Gamora sleeping in was pretty much a rave review. It was hard not to take it as a compliment.

Peter didn’t bother to get up, just kept his head on the pillow next to her and stared. Was that creepy? He hoped it wasn’t creepy. He didn’t get the chance to watch her sleep much, so he was taking advantage of it. Her hair was a mess and her cheek was smooshed up against the pillow and he thought she’d never looked better.

He’d have liked to say that this sentimentality was uncommon, but honestly, it was how he felt every time he looked at her.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. Then he sighed. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Hey,” Gamora said without opening her eyes, causing Peter to nearly fall off the bed in shock. “Don’t talk about my idiot that way.”

He laughed. “Oh, but you can call me an idiot?” He brushed some hair out of her face and she opened her eyes.  

“Yes. Only me, though. And maybe the rest of the team, but only if you’re doing something really stupid.”

“And how often is that?”

“Almost daily.” They were both smiling, but Gamora’s tone was serious when she said, “You won’t let me say negative things about myself, so you can’t do it either. You’re my idiot and I love you.”

Peter felt a familiar warmth spread through his chest. “I love you, too.”

Then he leaned over and kissed her even though he had morning breath, because that was the kind of thing this idiot in love did. Gamora kissed him back, shoving his shoulders and rolling them over so she was laying on top of him.

“Ooh, again?” He chuckled against her mouth.  

She bit his lower lip. “Don’t get cocky.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

50 Spencer Reid Prompts

Send me some numbers for Spencer imagines!!

1. “This is all your fault.”  “I hope so.”

2. “Don’t mind me. I’ll just be in the corner, having another existential crisis.”

3. “If I go through with this, I die. If I don’t go through with this, we all die.”

4  “You always think you know what you’d do when faced with the end of the world. Me? I went home and took a nap.”

5. “Hey man, nice tattoo.” “I don’t have a tattoo.” “Okay, how drunk were yo last night?”

6. “We have like five people trying to kill us right now, what are we supposed to do? Actually, I counted more like eight.” Oh sorry, I wasn’t specific enough!”

7. “No, no, you do NOT want me navigating. I’ll accidentally navigate us off a cliff.”

8. “What’s our exit strategy?” “Our what?” “Oh my gosh, we’re all going to die.”

9. “I’m sure that sounded different in your head, but please never say that again.”

10. “What’s the word for that infestation of tiny creatures over there?” “Those are children. That’s a school.”

11. His eyes were cold and lifeless as he stared at me. “You have no idea who I am, do you?”

12. “How do we keep getting in these situations?” “Eleven years of friendship and I still don’t know.”

13. “Can someone tell me why this coffee tastes like apples?”

14. “You sounded like you thought you were being stabbed in the back but then realized it was a plastic fork.” “I was jumpy, we almost died.”

15. “I am way too sober for this.”

16. “Do you trust me?” “No.” “Smart man.”

17. “Will you be quiet?” “I didn’t say anything!” “Well stop thinking so loud!”

18. “Is this one of times when you want me to lie to protect you?”

19. “We didn’t want her to leave so we duct-taped her to a tree.’

20. “Yeah, I have a plan.” “Is it a good one?” “I have a plan.”

21. That was the night when I finally understood why people fear silence.

22. “You have blood on your knees. No one goes nowhere and gets blood on their knees.”

23. “Why is he bleeding?” “Because he’s an idiot.” “I didn’t know that idiocy caused people to just spontaneously start bleeding from their nose.” “I think it’s a new phenomenon.”

24. “How drunk were you last night?” “Well, I still have my pants on.” “Those aren’t your pants.”

25. “I didn’t know how, but I knew somebody was screwing with me.”

26. “Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?” “Not until four.”

27. “You love her don’t you?” “Is it that obvious?”

28. “You gotta stop doing that.” “What?” “Saying things that make me wanna kiss you.”

29. You declare to the heavens that you will not fall in love. Aphrodite herself took it as a challenge.

30. “The problem is,” he said as he leaned in. “If I kiss you now, I don’t think I’d be able to stop.”

31. “Is there something wrong with me?” “Yes, but it’s the same thing that’s wrong with the rest of us.”

32. “I heard that!” You were supposed to!”

33. “I love you from the bottom of my heart but I don’t trust your cooking. Stay out of my kitchen.”

34. “And in closing, congratulations on finding someone who you think you can put up with for the rest of your life.” “This is going to be the worst maid of honor speech in the history of the world.”

35. “Now remember, if you hear ominous chanting, the appropriate response is to run.”

36. She narrowed her eyes and clenched her fists. “Do not challenge me.”

37. His mind was filled with thoughts of French fries and revenge.

38. “I think I broke him.”

39. “This,” he sighed, sweeping his arm through the air. “This is what ignorance does.”

40. “So what’s your plan?” “My plan was to follow your plan.”

41. “Lord, give me patience or an untraceable handgun.”

42. “I thought you forgot about me.” “Never.”

43. “Is that blood?” “No?” “That’s not a question you answer with another question.”

44. “You’re right above ‘clown’ on my creepy scale.”

45. “I’m only telling you this because you won’t be able to tell anyone else.”

46. Never had I seen someone look so lost in their own home before.

47. “I thought you were my friend.” “I am. But it is my duty, as your friend, to tell you that you suck at this.”

48. “I’ve decided to stay here, even though you told me not to.”

49. “Are you sure I can’t punch him in the face?” “Yes.” “What if I just break his nose a little?”

50. “It’s a good thing you’re cute when you’re angry.”

Benevolence 2

2/20 I just so happened to read the first chapter and realized my dumb ass spelled ‘hear’ instead of ‘here’. Anyways here the second chapter 

Word Count: 2,198

    “When you create a piece of fashion don’t compare it to someone else. That’s the entire point of being unique, your pieces won’t stand out unless they’re unique.”

            I’m sitting in the middle of my lecture usually I was all up for paying attention in class but, I was more focused on the lecture I would be getting when I got home. If I recall correctly Baekhyun said “Family meeting as soon your class ends Y/N we have things to address.”       

                                                   It took everything in me not to start cackling at the word ‘family’. This was anything but a family this was pure bullshit. He wants me to get along with Taeyeon so damn bad yet, when he saw us in the shower he looked anything but happy. Baekhyun behaves like a child meaning he’s still upset about last night. I can’t focus on that right now these assignments are going to take ages. Then on top of all of that I still haven’t finished my birthday dress, I’ve been working on it for almost six weeks. I’m adding each individual diamond, it’s costing me thousands. The only reason I’m putting in so work is because, Baekhyun promised to spend the entire day just us on my birthday. Another thing he had decided to bribe me with when I tried to leave, again.       

 “Y/N and Lisa will be working on the designs for the school’s annual ballroom party. I expect no mistakes to be made.” Our Professor spoke sternly. 

I look over to my left and saw Lisa, I didn’t know much about her other than what she told the class. “I’m a trainee who will debut soon enough.”  I never really paid much attention to anyone in my fashion course honestly because there were too many people in the first place. If there was one thing that I’d always choose over Baekhyun it would be my job. 

“Hello Y/N, nice to see you again.”, Lisa whispered as she caught my gaze. 

“Same to you, Lisa” I gave her a small smile. “I’m thinking lace gowns with 1 and a half inch gold threading.”

Lisa looked taken aback, I hope she didn’t expect our project meant getting personal. However, she quickly masked the expression with a large small, my biggest pet peeve. When people gave me those big ass fake smiles.

“Once we get the stencils with the correct sizes we can start.”, She declared, grabbing a sheet of paper and jotting something down. “Here’s my number we could meet tomorrow maybe?” Gazing down at the paper with numbers on it, I tore a small piece of it off and wrote down my own number.

“Sorry tomorrow is actually my birthday but, we can meet the day after. Here’s my number give me a call if you need anything.”

“Sure, Happy early birthday.”, She spoke gathering her things once the bell rang.

Giving her a small nod I walked off preparing myself for what was going to  happen once I returned home. My mind soon wandered off to Baekhyun and the days we used to spend alone. Our relationship was never just about sex we used to actually spend still with each other enjoy each other’s company. It’s more than obvious that that’s all done with now. I scold myself sometimes for evening going back to those memories because, with the way things are now his love for me was always lust.

“Y/N you work too hard nowadays come on, let’s rest for a little while.”, Baekhyun whined from the sofa.

“You know how important it is for me to get this work done. If I miss making one design my entire career could be over. On top of all that I still have to make the outfit’s for your Lotto video.”, I ranted grabbing my hand sewer to hem the last part of the shirt. It’s sweet how much he wants to spend time with me but, this work has to be done.

“Do you at least want me to make you something to eat?” 

A chuckle escaped my lips before I could stop it, Baekhyun couldn’t cook. I knew this for a fact when he made me ramen instead of sweet and sour pork like he promised. I didn’t say anything because I honestly didn’t care the ramen was still delicious. But I did mutter a few mocking words toward him at the  end of the date. “I didn’t know sweet and sour pork came in ramen form. I guess I should tell the chief down at my favorite restaurant that he’s doing it wrong.”

            I’d never forget the way his smooth pale skin turned a light peach color. I’m guessing he just thought I didn’t notice the switched menu items. He quickly apologized and said he had forgotten that I requested a specific menu item. It was cute how embarrassed he had gotten. The next we had dinner I ended up making it myself. “You could’ve at least let me help you.”, He grumbled stuffing his mouth.

 “I like cooking Baekhyun, you don’t have to go through the trouble.”

Chuckling again at the memory I turned towards him. “Yeah can you make some of your ramen shaped sweet and sour pork?”

I scowl took over his usually happy looking face as he remember the night he tried to cook me sweet and sour pork but failed desperately so, he made ramen hopping I wouldn’t notice. He always tried to feed me little white lies to make me think he was great at anything and everything.

“At least I tried to make it for you, do you even realize how hard that shit is?”, He pouted.

“Baekhyun it took me twenty-five minutes to make it, it would’ve been fifteen if someone wasn’t kissing down my neck every five minutes.”, I giggled at his reaction.

“Well I’m used to watching the cooking not actually doing the cooking.”, He mumbled going into the kitchen.

 “I can make you the best ramen you’ll ever taste.” He declared snatching a pot down causing the rest to fall on top of him.

“You idiot.”, I laughed going over to get them off of him. “I don’t need you to cook for me because, I know you love me.”

“I’m still cooking the ramen.”, He muttered as he pressed his lips against mine.

Oh has the time gone by, what makes me feel even more stupid is the fact that he was lying. He knows how to cook a decent meal, he does it for Taeyeon all the time. He saw my reaction the first time I caught him making sweet and sour pork for her. He claimed to ‘just gotten the hang of it’ but, I smell bullshit all over that excuse.

           Walking into the apartment I could feel that something was off. Sprinting back out the door honestly seemed like a better option. I had no idea what to expect all I know is that Baekhyun was and still is angry. But over what? It’s not like he didn’t invite Taeyeon in the shower whenever I got in him with him. I mean shit it was a rare occasion when she wasn’t present whenever we took a shower. It had gotten to the point where I had to sneak him into the bathroom to be alone together.

“Y/N, come here.”

Shit.                                                                                                                       It was too late now, I couldn’t just run off. Taking a deep breath I walked further into the apartment only to see Baekhyun sitting on the couch. Where was Taeyeon? She was always here for shit like this, she used it as an excuse to speak to me.

“Where’s Taeyeon?”, I asked slipping some design stencils onto the coffee table.

“She’s at the studio trying to talk about a solo project.I already talked to her about it when you left for school. I wanted to speak to you alone, Y/N.”

Taeyeon working on a solo project is not my business. I guess she really is trying to ‘work hard’ again. Baekhyun however, I knew he wasn’t going to let this one go. I saw that look on Baekhyun’s face this morning it would’ve sent shivers down any man’s spine. I’m glad he isn’t pushing anything about last night.

“There’s nothing to talk about, at least I won’t do the talking you’ll just sit and yell at me.”, I remarked.

“Y/N, stop getting smart and just sit down.”, He barked smacking his hand on his thigh. Rolling my eyes I sat on the far end of the coach away from him. If I was being truthfully with myself I wanted to roll on his side and cuddle up to him but, I see no point in trying at this point.

“Now I want to you to tell me what happened this morning AND I want to talk about last night.”, He expressed firmly.

“I was going to take a shower when Taeyeon suggested she’d hop in. She slipped and fell on top of me right before you came in nothing else. I didn’t even want to take a shower with her I don’t even like her.”, I replied crossing my arms over my chest. It was true, only reason I even let her take a shower with me is because she asked so damn fast about it.

“There’s nothing to talk about last night either. You and Taeyeon didn’t care about the fact that I had to get up early today but decided to have sex while I was in bed. Don’t worry that’s not even the worst part you Baekhyun, had no problem with me leaving the room last night. Then you waited till after you got done fucking Taeyeon to come ‘check on me.’ “, I snapped at him

“First, I don’t like you or Taeyeon even touching yourselves let alone each other. Second, I was still hard Y/N what did you expect me to do?”, Baekhyun barked back at him.

Was he serious?

Was he fucking serious? I couldn’t stop the smart remark from rolling off of my tongue.

“I didn’t fucking want Taeyeon touching me and I really don’t see the problem with me touching myself since you never do.”

“Is this what’s this about sex? God Y/N, I could fuck you anytime you want me to you know that.”

“Really that wasn’t the case last night Baekhyun, you pushed me away!”, I shouted.

“Because, you had just got done complaining about not getting any sleep from having sex I wasn’t going to fuck you with your damn attitude.”, He snapped “While we’re on the topic I think I’ve had enough of your attitude towards Taeyeon. She’s trying her best to make this relationship work while you’ve been shitting all over it.”

“You both knew I never wanted this bullshit excuse for a relationship to even happen! I’m not going to sit around and be fake smiling in her face like I don’t want you to myself.”, I hissed at him. I was now getting up to walk away to finish some work upstairs.

“I’m not yours anymore Y/N, at least not completely. I think your being a little greedy and selfish by not even trying to make this work. Tomorrow as your punishment, Taeyeon will be coming with us for dinner.”

 She really just had to fucking ruin everything did she? I can’t completely blame her Baekhyun is taking this way too far as well. He knew how excited I was for my birthday this year. I wanted to spent the day alone with him.

       “Fine it’s just the dinner anyways.”, I mumbled getting ready to head back upstairs. 

“I’m not spending the day with you either I have practice tomorrow.”

I froze, no, no, no,no, he couldn’t be taking that away from me too. I’ve been working on this damn dress since forever because I was so excited to spend my birthday with him. He couldn’t take the day away from me fuck the dinner.

“Baekhyun, are you serious you told me you had cleared your schedule for this.”, I spoke this gritted teeth turning around to face him.

“Well, some things came up I’m sorry baby.” Liar he was lying he purposely filled his schedule so he didn’t have to spend my birthday with me.

“Baekhyun please, I just want to spend some time alone with you on my birthday. You know how excited I was for this.”

“Enough  Y/N, Taeyeon is coming with us or Taeyeon and I go to dinner alone.”, He snapped at me before going into the kitchen.

I dragged myself upstairs into master bathroom locking the door. I didn’t even want to seem weak for even a second in front of anyone. I just don’t understand why this was even happening. Why out of all the times for Taeyeon to come back into the picture is when I love him. I felt my eyes begin to water.

“No Y/N you will not cry over any man.”, I yelled at myself. Unlocking the door I tried to put myself together. 

“You have to go finish that dress to have dinner with Baekhyun and Taeyeon.”, I mumble to myself.

Next chapter is birthday chapter I’m going to honest there’s no happy moments. It’ll be some smut towards the end but pure angst. Thanks for reading.

Talk to Me (Snowbaz)

Eight year AU

In which Simon is trying to come up with a new spell but he ends up speaking only German

This is for @mitsouparker because she deserves to smile :)


I’m alone in the room. I think Baz is in the library. He always goes there after classes to do his homework. I prefer doing it in our room. Or not doing it at all.

We have to come up with a new spell for Magic Words class, so I try transfiguring a book into food. That would be a huge improvement to the World of Mages. At least for me.

I take out my wand and point at the book. Then, I say with magic, “Like a Bratwurst!

I wait for thirty seconds, but the book remains the same.

Scheiße,” I say, but I don’t understand myself. I wanted to say Shit.

Scheiße,” I try again. Fuck, I think I’ve spelled myself instead. “Fantastisch.”

I’d better go find Penny.

“Penny!” I shout when I find her at last, “Hilf mir!”


“Penny, ich brauche deine hilfe, ich hab’s verbockt,” I continue.

“What in Morgana’s name are you saying, Simon?”

Right. She doesn’t speak German. Because I’m speaking German, no? Agh, I don’t even know.

I try to explain her the situation through mime and stupid drawings.

After half an hour of me making idiotic gestures—Baz would love to make fun of me right now if he were here—Penelope finally understands.

“So you can only speak German?” she asks.


“But you’ve never learnt it.”

Merlin, ich weiß, Penny!” I protest.

“Okay, calm down,” she says. “Let me think this through and see if I can come up with a reversing spell. Go to your room and don’t do anything. Just… rest. I’ll come later, okay?”


When I arrive to our room, Baz is in there, too. In the shower. Great. He’ll tease the hell out of me.

I lie down on my bed and decide not to think about it—about anything—when Baz steps out of the bathroom.

Merlin, du siehst klasse aus!” I say. Fuck, where did that come from?

Baz looks at me nonplussed, almost dropping the towel he’s holding. He’s only wearing pants. “What the fuck, Snow?”

Ich meine… uhm… deine Bauchmuskeln…” I don’t know what I’m saying, I just can’t stop looking at his abs. “Ich mag sie.”

He must notice me staring because he puts a shirt on and looks away.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asks.

Ich denke, ich mag dich… das ist das Problem.

Baz looks intensely at me for a moment. He hesitates for a second, as if deciding something, before walking the two steps that separate us and stopping right beside my bed.

I sit up. We are so close now.

Ich liebe dich,” he says. And what a beautiful sound that is.

I place a hand on his nape and pull him towards me. I just want to taste his words with my lips. So I kiss him. And he kisses me back. We kiss for a long while before the two of us are panting.

“So, you speak German? Since when?” I ask him.

“Yes, I learned it last summer,” he says, his fingers playing with my curls.

“So you understood everything?”

“Yeah, Snow, everything.” He looks at me with lustful eyes. Merlin, he’s made of trouble. He takes my hand and places it on his stomach. “I didn’t know you liked my abs, you should’ve told me before.”

“I… uhm… I didn’t know either.”

“Wait, Snow,” he looks surprised. “You’re speaking English again.”

“Oh,” I say. “That’s right. I guess a true love’s kiss broke the spell?”

“Don’t be stupid, Snow. This isn’t a fairtale.”

“It feels like one, right now,” I say, looking into his eyes.

“Oh, shut up,” he replies, trying to hide a smile.

“Make me.”

“Merlin and Morgana guys, hang a sign on the door!”

“Uhm, sorry, Penny.” I blush. This is so awkward.

“It’s okay, it actually makes a lot of sense. But please, don’t let me run into you two like this ever again.”

“Okay,” I smile sheepishly.

“I see  you broke the spell,” she adds after a while.

“Yeah… true love’s kiss?”

She bursts out laughing. “Fairy tales aren’t real, Simon,” she says. “I guess Baz spoke to you in German, right?”

I nod.

“I’ll leave you two alone, then. And remember, door sign,” she says before leaving the room.

“What was that?” I ask Baz after a while.


“What you said… what does it mean?”

“Oh. Nothing.”

“Baz, what does it mean?”

He mumbles something I don’t understand.

“Just say it,” I tell him.

“I love you,” he says. And I kiss his lips before he finishes.

“I love how that tastes. Say it again.”

“I love…”

“I love you too,” I say, lips clashing against his.

Ich liebe dich.


Translation of phrases:

Hilf mir! = Help me!

ich brauche deine hilfe, ich hab’s verbockt = I need your help, I’ve fucked up

ich weiß = I know

du siehst klasse aus! = you look good!

Ich meine… deine Bauchmuskeln… Ich mag sie = I mean… your abs… I like them

Ich denke, ich mag dich… das ist das Problem = I think I like you, that’s the problem

Ich liebe dich = I love you

Ari: Hey, I hope you liked this silly mini-ficlet or at least that it made you smile :)

Sorry for my crappy German D:

Role Play

I’ve been having Undertale feelings. So this is mildly inspired by the Alphys date.

Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Words: 1,202
Summary: Sam tries to convince Y/N to tell Dean how she feels.
Challenge: @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog Trope challenge x
Trope: Two people really like each other, but think the other doesn’t like them, finally a middle man helps them get their act together

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Inspired by my own damn post because I’m that fucking asshole and I can’t let this go.

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But when they return to Whitestone, she catches a reflection of herself as she enters her room. That’s when she realizes - she doesn’t have to wear the hat anymore. He wouldn’t know. And even if he did - would he give a shit? Probably not.

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