Stop trying to make poor people feel guilty for splurging on a $12 bottle of wine once in a while or a $2 coffee every other morning while you throw around money like it’s nothing.
I’m so sorry to tell you, but when someone works 40+ hours a week, or even just part time, and still can’t afford to spend $2 for a damn coffee, THEY ARE NOT THE PROBLEM. Our society is.
You’re out here buying yourself $20 lunches and $50 shampoos like, please tell me more about how a coffee that puts a smile on my face is me “spending irresponsibly”.
What am I supposed to just work, and go home? Never do anything, never buy myself a lunch or a new shirt ever or enjoy life in the slightest? Cause there are millionaires out there with vacation mansions in 8 different countries so please keep telling me how I’m wasting my money on a fucking $10 lipstick that made me feel pretty.
Most especially must I tread with care in matters of life and death. If it is given me to save a life, all thanks. But it may also be within my power to take a life; this awesome responsibility must be faced with great humility and awareness of my own frailty. - The Doctors’ Hippocratic Oath
Characters: Y/N, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Mary, Cas and Lucifer (briefly mentioned)
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: A tiny bit of angst at first but it’s all good. Smut, the fluffy love making kind.
Word Count: 1400ish
A/N: This is a two birds with one stone sorta of a thing. I promised @salvachester fluffy Dean smut and an aesthetic (hence why this fic has one) because she spend hours helping me create the new theme on my blog. Love you Scar. I hope you like this one.
It is set after ep 12x22 but before the massacre that was the finale.
Thanks to the sweet amazing @deansleather for betaing this one for me. Love you Maddy <3
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Dean knew he had no right to be here. He had pushed her away a long time ago. Back when the Mark was still on his arm. He had told her he didn’t love her anymore and he had practically thrown her out of the Bunker. Every since the Mark got ripped from his arm he had been telling himself what he had done was for the best. He knew that he had hurt her, but she left the life. She was safe. She could be happy without him, but the truth was he couldn’t be happy without her. Not even close. Y/N had left a gaping hole where his heart used to be. He had tried to fill it with booze and women, but no matter who he screwed or how much he drank the void was always there.
Admitting that to himself however hadn’t been easy. He yelled at Sam every time he brought her up and he told himself that he was fine. She was just a girl right? There was plenty of girls in this world. Nothing special about her. Other than there was. It had taken Dean being almost buried alive in his own home to see that. All he could think about being trapped in the Bunker while the air slowly ran out was her. He saw her at every turn of the halls. Her smile, her eyes, her body. He heard her laughter echoing off the walls, her soft whisper telling him how much she loved him.
Uncle Mod you are truly frightening; not only have you taken a character who I hated as a kid and made me love and understand him, but you have made me concerned for his adaptation in the reboot to allow other people to have that same understanding. In short you have made me care about a cartoon goose I would have previously been happy to see utterly defamed, what does it feel like to possess that kind of power over people.
ngl anon, it feels pretty darned good
glad I changed your mind about him (but also sorry for giving you standards aahahaha)
Barnes is a superstar actor in Hollywood, and the reader works as a
photographer for an upscale fashion and pop culture magazine. One day, she is
assigned to take photographs of Bucky to promote his upcoming movie, but her
schoolgirl crush on Mr. Barnes proves to be a problem.
Barnes x Reader
(a little bit of D/S undertones, unprotected sex. Don’t get pregnant or catch STI’s,kids). Also some fluff, it’s not 100% smut.
A/N: This is
my submission for Kait’s (@bionic-buckyb) 5k AU challenge! My prompt was
“Model/Photographer”. Hope you enjoy! (also if anyone can guess what reference
I’m making with the fake movie title I put in this fic, you get brownie
Another day, another photoshoot in the studio with some
rude celebrity who thinks they’re better than you.
You sigh, shuffling over to the strobe to make sure it’s
synced properly to your camera. With a quick press of your shutter button, the
light goes off, and you’re satisfied that everything is set up perfectly for
today’s shoot. Your contentment doesn’t last long, though; the thought of
having to deal with another snobby subject clouds your brain. Sure, the concept
of meeting celebrities every day at your job seemed cool, but once you got used
to it, you realized that they’re all just regular people. There was hardly anything
special about anyone you met, aside from the few who were very nice and
complimented how good you made them look with your camera.
“Oh, wonderful, you’re all set up!” Michael, the fashion
consultant and your bosses’ assistant, bursts through the studio doors. “James
will be here in a second. I want you to make him look SO sexy in these photos,
got it, Y/N? Carol needs to be proud of our work when she’s back from
You shake your head and give him the slightest pathetic
smile you can. “I can’t make someone sexy if they already have an ugly face,
Michael. Now which James are we talking about?”
“James Barnes?” Michael looks shocked, his eyes widening
as he says the name. “For his new movie, ‘Farewell, Atlantis’?”
Note: Here is the last part for this. FINALLY! I know this has been in my inbox for so long and I started writing this but then I lacked creativity and since then it`s just been stuck in my drafts folder. But now I`m done with it so I hope you enjoy it. Also this bacame a little longer cause I found a really good soundtrack that sparked my creativity :D
You have been together with him for a year soon. Everything seemed fine for so long, he was nice, funny and always seemed to know how to make you smile when you were feeling down. Now however he was different. He was gone untill late, barely talking to you and when you asked him about it he`d answer you with short annoyed statements, almost angry. You had tried talking to him more than once but he wouldn`t listen. This is what made you draw your conclusions and you decided it might be better for him if you dissapeared. So packing a small bag with your most needed belongings you ran away.
Stress had taken its toll on him lately as his mind was flodded with mission plans and coordinating the meetings and whatnot. And today it`s been even worse. Namjoon wanted nothing more than a hot shower and a few hours of sleep, instead however he found himself destroying the apartment in a fit of rage. He had come home to find a note from you, saying you were sorry for using up his time and apologizing for not being what he wanted. So after taking apart the place he used his contacts to locate you before making his way there. He`d grab you wrist making you look at him before furiously yelling.
“Why the fuck would you do that? Why the fuck would you run away? Are you crazy? Do you know how fucking worried I was?”
When seeing your scared face he`d look defeated, calming down. He wasn`t angry with you at all. It was himself he was angry with really. So in the next sentences he made sure you understood just how much you meant to him. He`d let go of your wrist, instead catching both of your hands his and continuing in a soft but firm voice.
“I can`t loose you. I was a fucking dickhead I know. I was so caught up in my work that I neglected what`s most important in my life. You. Y/n, I am so sorry I did you so wrong. You are not a burden. You are the only thing keeping me sane. Shit, I never beg but if it takes begging for the rest of my life for you to stay then I will. Please y/n. Don`t leave me.”
The last few months have been a disaster. Things just didn`t play out the way he wanted and it was driving him insane. Today especially. That`s why he decided to get off work earlier. Maybe a quite day at home was what he was lacking. And if he was honest with himself he missed you. His happy thoughts of cuddling and a nice dinner however were thrown completely off board when he stepped into the bedroom to find a suitcase packed on the bed and you trying to close it. Your head would whip around to look at Jin when you heard him ask what you were doing.
The next few minutes where filled with you explaining your feelings to him while you profoundly apologized for being a burden and not being good enough for him. Jin would be silently listening to you, not because he was being polite but because he didn`t know what to say. He couldn`t believe he made you feel this way and the only thing he wanted right now was to make you feel wanted again. So he did the only thing he came up with. He kissed you. Pouring all of his feelings of shame and longing into it. And as the kiss progressed so did his yearing for you and as you were both laying beside eachother, sweat cascading your bodies and heavy breathing filling the air around you, he said out loud what his actions just now have said for him.
“I love you y/n. Please don`t leave me.”
Yoongi isn`t someone you play around with. Everybody knew that. But it turned out that there were people who don`t see it as a threat but rather a challenge. Ever since he found out that he had a spy in his group he was on edge. Snapping at everyone and everything. You included. He wasn`t proud of it and he knew he was being too harsh. So when the day finally came that he cought the traitor and dealt with it he set his mind on making it up to you. But he was too late. As he came through the door he knew something was off. He had tried to call you earlier but you hadn`t answered. He had wondered why. Finally finding your letter he got his answer, finding out that his plan of making it up to you came too late.
He was shocked to find himself calmly sitting in his office rather than trashing the whole place, but he knew this wasn`t the time to throw a fit. He knew you still loved him, or so you said in your letter. The only reason you left was his incompetence to remind you of his love so he just had to show you. And he was determent to make sure you would never question his loyalty and love to you ever again. After having his people drive you back to his office he now stood infront of you. He felt a pang of guilt hit him when he saw how sad you looked as he started talking.
“My job is important to me and you know that. You also know that this situation I was having was out of the norm and demanded a high level of attention. That being said, I also thought you knew how much I love and care for you. But I understand why you would run away. I have not done my job in giving you the attention you deserve, by that letting you think one hell of fucking aweful things and I cannot apologize enough for it. Fuck. You know I`m bad with words so I`ll just get to the point. I need you y/n. I would never forgive myself if I let you leave like this so stay with me. Please.”
Saying the last sentence he gave you a small black box, inside lay a promise he swore to never break.
You had never seen him like this as he was always the smiley, bright and positive Hobi around you. So drawing your conclusions out of it, you must have become a burden to him. It hurt like hell writing your note to him and even more so to leave your shared flat for the last time. Hoseok didn`t notice any of this as he was currently trying to stay calm at all the stupidity going on around him. This had been going on for a few months now and he was sick and tired of it. When he finally left work he was worn out once again. His tired eyes would scan the flat curiously as he didn`t see nor hear you anywhere. Feeling his heart speed up he found your note on the kitchen table, your apartment key next to it. The next few hours were a blur. The only thing he could remember was a call to his team with the demand to find you and him releasing all of his stress by tearing up the place and screaming his throat soar. Now he was in a car on his way to your location, nervously bouncing one of his legs up and down.
The moment he saw you through the window, he jumped out of the car running to you and catching you in a tight hug. In this moment nothing around him mattered except for you. As he reluctantly pulled away and locked eyes with you he couldn`t help but tear up, no letting go of all of his feelings.
“You don`t know the fear I felt when I found your note. I.. I can`t loose you. I don`t want to loose you. I`m miserable without you. I am so incredibly sorry. I truly am. I was a horrible partner and I understand if you hate me now but y/n, I love you. I will change. I promise. Just give me a chance. I swear to make you happy. Just… don`t leave me.”
His heart broke the second he read the first line of your goodbye letter. All the problems he had thought were crazy important just a few seconds ago were now nothing compared to this. Nothing compared to loosing you. His chest rose and fell quicker at the thought of you sitting here alone with these horrible thoughts of not being good enough gnawing at your mind. Not to mention the constant pushing away and screaming he had done to you. But the thing that bothered him the most was that you didn`t leave him because he was an asshole. You left because you thought you were a burden. This was the point at which he would be sitting on the kitchen floor, your letter still in his hand, as he stared blankly infront of himself. He would need a good hour before he finally got back the courage to get up and find you.
With the help of his people he`d get your locations in the matter of a few minutes, not loosing any time to set out to your location. He didn`t want to let you go around with those thoughts for a single second longer. The moment his eyes would meet your, from crying, bloodshot ones his heart would break a second time. He quickly grabbed your arm and drew you close to him when he saw you trying to run. In his arms you tried to protest, telling him he`d only make it harder for you to leave if he kept holding on.
“Good. Then I`ll never let go. I don`t want you to leave. Never. I know this doesn`t make up for my behavior these last few months in the slightest but I am so so sorry y/n. You only deserve the best but what I did was worse than the worst. I made you believe you were useless and a burden when in reality you are all that I am fighting for every day. I don`t expect you to stay when I let go of you now, but please know that I really, truly love you.”
And holding on to his last straw of hope he let go.
This was the worst day of his life. Not because his million dollar deal had gone to hell. Not because several utterly important files had been stolen from his organization. And not because his right hand man, that he had trused for years, turned out to be a traitor. They were not the reason he was currently driving at an inhuman speed down the streets, his hands sweaty and heart beating so fast he thought it was going to burst. No. The reason for why he was a mess like this was the apologizing letter you had left him on your shared bed. His mind was buzzing with guilt, and quite frankly, anger. Not at you but at himself. He was sure he shouldn`t be driving in this state, but the thought of losing you was too much for him. His mind telling him you`d be where you felt the safest. In the park where you two had first met. More precisely on the bench under the great oak tree where you two had fallen in love.
And he was right. He found you sitting there, your head in your hands as he could hear your sobs filling the cold air of the night. He`d be careful when approaching you. Any signs of his recklessness from earlier gone as he didn`t want to scare you. He`d hesitantly stand infront of you, your tear filled eyes staring at him as he softly spoke up.
“I knew I`d find you here. You really love this spot don`t you. I do too. After all, this is where I found the love of my life. Someone I thought I would never find. But it seems I have fucked up bad. I didn`t treat you the way I should have and now your head is filled with these… these horrible thoughts that aren`t true. You should be mad at me. Yell at me for being the dick that I am, butinstead you are blaming yourself. Y/n, I don`t deserve you in any way. I never have. And if leaving me will make you happy I won`t stop you. But if you still love me, like I love you, please… don`t go. Let me make it up to you and show you how important you are to me.”
If he thought he was beaten down already from his day, now he was truly broken. This situation was completely overwhelming him and he didn`t know what else to do than angrily walk up and down the living room. His hands, no, his whole body shaking in what he could only describe as rage and sadness. He was trying not to cry but failed miserable at it as he noticed wet trails on his cheeks. He had found the note you left him and had immediatley tried calling you only to hear the sound of your ringtone in the livingroom where you left your phone. Now he was only waiting for his men to bring you back.
What the fuck could take them so long? He was waiting for over an hour already and his patience was wearing thin. That`s where the door would open and you`d step into the apartment. Right on time, he was sure he would`ve gone crazy had it been just a few minutes longer. You couldn`t even say a word when you were suddenly enveloped in a hug, his head tightly pressed into the nook of your neck and his arms having a grip on you as if he was afraid you`d crumcle beneath his hands. And as he felt you hugging him back he let go of everything he had failed to say to you.
“I love you so much y/n. I love you. I don`t even know where to begin to tell you how sorry I am for making you think I wouldn`t love you anymore and that you are a burden. You are anything but useless to me. You are all that I am waking up in the morning for. I made a horrible mistake at not taking care of you when you were feelings this way and I apologize for it. If you still love me, I`d like you to stay here with me. I swear to take better care of you from now on. Whatever you want me to do, I will do it if it makes you stay.”
you guys can you imagine julia asking kravitz to give her updates on how magnus is doing after he finds her in the astral plane after magnus asked him to in the lab
kravitz isn’t sure how to tell julia the last time he saw magnus was before he and taako went out on a date and the guy was drunk and trying to carve out the leg of a wooden chair to make a kazoo while taako was sitting on it,
julia literally isn’t phased in the slightest when she finally gets it out of him
Bowuigi? What’s that? sounds pretty stu– *slips* *dozens of pictures of bowzer and luigi spill out of jacket* shit ww-wait, these aren’t mine I’m just- *frantically tries to pick them up* *dozens of pictures of domestic Bowuigi scatter across the floor* shit, i’M JUST HOLDING THEM FOR A FRIEND, LET ME EXPLAIN
Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader Rating: Explicit Genre: Angst & Smut Word count: 3,592
Summary: You don’t know his name and he doesn’t know yours but in this moment you could care less. He was gorgeous and you were desperate to be touched.
A/N: Let’s not talk about the title, okay. I’m not good with titles. SURPRISE ! Here’s a Hoseok smut that no one asked for except for me!! Because that man is making me feel some type of way even more so than usual.
He believed you didn’t know.
Thought he was sly and a good liar. That you were oblivious and naïve to everything that was happening behind your back.
But you knew.
You could smell her on the collar of his dress shirts when he’d draw you into his chest. Taste the flavour of her lipstick that lingered on his lips.
He hid a smile full of secrets behind the rim of his coffee cup when he replayed the way her body felt beneath his fingers. Thoughts of her occupied his mind from morning to night and with each new memory of her; ones of you faded away.
“Sorry I’m late,” He’d say “Work ran longer than expected.” Was always his excuse.
You’d never question further, just sat back in silence and simply watched as the distance grew deeper and the lies tangled together. It was suffocating and wretched to know that he probably touched her the same way he touched you when the lights were low and life outside was quite.
But what were you to do when your marriage could not be nullified for the sake of saving face and avoiding the tainting of either your family names. A contract marriage was nothing but complicated business that a woman of your nature had no place jeopardizing.
almost jumps out of his skin when the Haus’ front door bangs open, the loud
slam of wood against wall echoing through the hallway and reaching Bitty where
he had been sitting placidly at the kitchen table. He relaxes when he
recognizes Nursey in the archway of the room, but something about the way he’s
standing makes Bitty double take.
looks like someone took Nursey and gave him a good shake, sloughing off all
that hipster cool that he so carefully cultivates for his everyday persona.
Nursey’s lost the regular slouch in his shoulders, the serene look on his face;
now, he’s swaying slightly, legs and arms tucked tight into his body. It’s like
he’s unconsciously trying to take up as small a space as he can, which, being a
6’2” college athlete, isn’t all that small. His curls are slightly mussed, and
he has lines of exhaustion written across his face.
he says, a note of solemnity in his quiet voice, “I need your help.”
Prompt: An Imagine where Charles keeps teasing the reader with his power.
Requested by: anon
Charles looks up from the book he is currently reading to see his fiancee pursing her lips while tapping her navy blue pen against her chin, a thing she often did when she was in full concentration mode. Charles smirked to himself while coming up with a full proof yet maniacal plan on how to get her to look at him.
‘La laaa loo’ Charles sang a soft melody to one of the Beatles song he had heard years back.
Not impressed by his melodic voice in her head the (Y/H/C) haired women glares at her grant paper with the most deadliest of glares. She was trying to focus on writing the grant, but how could she do that if her asshole of a fiancee is annoying her.
‘How can I concentrate without you in my head Charles? I am currently busy writing a grant for the art class. So can YOU PLEASE shut the hell up!’
‘Oh my love , oh my heart, love me, want me, kiss me say you will?’ Charles sang his soft yet seductive song.
(Y/n) throws her pen across the room in frustration, making all eyes turn to her. She did not care in the slightest, she by now is pissed. Standing up from her seat, she stalks towards Charles.
“Charles Xavier, will you stop singing in my head! I am trying to write a grant for my class! This is Important to me!” At this point everyone in the library starts to make the infamous ohhing sound.
To everyone else Charles looks like a kid who had just been caught eating a cookie before dinner, But to his now seething fiancee he was smirking.
“ I am sorry love I just wanted to sing to you” Charles says making the illusion that he is truly sorry but not to (Y/N).
‘I love it when you get mad.’ Charles smirks at (y/n).
(y/n) walks off muttering a series of fuck yous and whys.