do us all a favor and shut up

Deadpool (2016) Sentence Starters
  • "Shit... did I leave the stove on?"
  • "You're my hero!"
  • "No, no, no, THAT I ain't."
  • "I had another Liam Neeson nightmare."
  • "You know, they made three of those movies. At some point you have to wonder if he's just a bad parent."
  • "What the SHIT?"
  • "I'm gonna wait out here, okay?"
  • "Fake laughter. Hiding real pain."
  • "I'm about to do to you what Limp Bizkit did to music in the late 90s."
  • "Yeah, technically, this is murder."
  • "Love is blind, ____."
  • "This shit's gonna have nuts in it."
  • "You're a lovely lady/man, but I'm saving myself for ____."
  • "That's why I brought him/her."
  • "Do you like what you see?"
  • "Your face is the stuff of nightmares."
  • "Like a testicle with teeth."
  • "You will die alone."
  • "You look like an avocado had sex with an older, more disgusting avocado."
  • "So, am I suppose to just smile and wave you out the door?"
  • "Think of it like spring cleaning."
  • "Life is an endless series of trainwrecks with only brief, commercial-like breaks of happiness."
  • "Finish fucking her the fuck up."
  • "Language, please."
  • "Suck a cock!"
  • "I'd go with you, but... I don't want to."
  • "If your right leg is Thanksgiving and your left leg is Christmas, can I visit you between the holidays?"
  • "Maximum effort."
  • "I'd say that you sound like an infomercial. But not a good one, like Slap Chop, more Shake Weight-y."
  • "Do you want any clothes that are not monochromatic? Have fun at your midnight showing of Blade II."
  • "Listen ___, if I never see you again, I want you to know that I love you very much."
  • "Wanna get fucked up?"
  • "Have you decided what you're gonna say to her?"
  • "Fuck me!"
  • "I don't have time for your goody two-shoes bullshit right now!"
  • "Why such a douche this morning?"
  • "Why don't you do us all a favor and shut the fuck up."
  • "Today was about as much fun as a sandpaper dildo."
  • "Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you."
  • "You can't buy love, but you can rent it for three minutes!"
  • "That's the shit emoji. You know the turd with the smiling face and the eyes. I thought it was chocolate yogurt for so long."
  • "You're really gonna fuck this up for me?"
  • "You've got something in your teeth."
  • "Do you have an off switch?"
  • "We have everything we need now."
  • "I swear to God, I will find you in the next life and I'm gonna boom-box Careless Whisper outside your window."
  • "Ever had a cigarette put out on your skin?"
  • "That was not mean! I'm proud of you!"
  • "I'm gonna need all the guns."
  • "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
  • "Seltzer water and lemon for blood."
  • "It reeks like old lady pants in here."
  • "Your crazy matches my crazy. Big time."
  • "Four or five moments. That's all it takes to become a hero."
Ego - Jefferson x Reader

Prompt: “His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow.” x Jefferson

TW: “Uptight bitch” is something that’s said but that’s about it.

Notes: Cliffhanger!! Part 2 if it’s wanted.

A/N: I’m actually updating when I need to wow. For future reference, and I’ll post an official post in a bit of the schedule. I update on Thursdays and Sundays. The rest of the days are my writing days. Look out for a collab on a Wednesday of every month. I’ll post more in depth but that’s the gist.

Word Count: 696

“-Political parties weren’t even supposed to last… -They just made the president’s job harder…”

At this point your eyes were rolled so far back into your head, you wondered if they’d ever come back out. This man was insufferable.

“Jefferson, do us all a favor and shut up” You snapped. He only rolled his eyes and continued talking, irritating you even more.

You leaned to your best friend, Alex, “His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow,“ you whispered. Alex snorted in response and choked back a laugh when he caught a glimpse of something. Alex nodded his head toward what caught his eye. You followed his eyes and there it was. In all its glory.

You snickered, “His ego isn’t the only thing I can see growing.”

“(Y/L/N), is there something you’d like to say to me?” Thomas hissed.

“Look down, Jefferson. I see speaking your unwanted and unasked for opinion really gets you going.”

You watched his eyebrows knit together as he looked down, his confidence faltering for a second before his infamous smirk rose from his lips to hide his embarrassment.

“You know you want me, Darlin’.”

At that remark you burst out laughing. After the very anticipated ring of the bell, class was over. Thomas hadn’t shut up and even the teacher’s patience was wearing thin, but you needed his help for class, so you weren’t quite done with him yet.

“Jefferson- I need to talk to you,” you called to him. His cocky smirk spread across his face as he made his way toward you.

“You called? It’s nice to see me, the pleasure is yours. How may I assist you?” He asked much too confidently. God, the arrogant ass he was.

“Shut up for a second, will ya?” You said exasperatedly, “ As much as I’d rather not ask this, you’re probably the best in this class and I need help studying.”

“What’s in it for me?” He bit his lip, looking you up and down.

“Quality time with me, myself, and I. Come on, the test is in three days and I can’t waste any time,” you responded, grabbing his wrist and dragging him along.

He chuckled, “Eager.”

A few hours later, you still hadn’t gotten much done. Thomas was on his phone and not really offering much advice while you were pouring over your notes, trying to figure out what the important parts.

“Off my bed, Jefferson, I don’t know where you’ve been. If you’re going to sit on your phone not even being useful to me right now, why’d you agree to come?” You started to rant, frustrated and stressed.

“(Y/N), chill out for one second will you? You asked me to help you study for the government final.”

“I did ask you. You agreed and you’re not even helping like you said you would!”

You felt anger bubble inside of you when you heard him mumble something about you being an ‘uptight bitch’.

“What’d you just call me?”

“An uptight bitch,” he said all too nonchalantly, “loosen up a li-.” Before he could finish, you had cut him off by roughly attaching your lips to his. You could feel him smirk before his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you even closer. He was a good kisser, you’ll give him that.

You pulled away, panting a little because damn did that boy know how to take a girl’s breath away.

“Why do you hate me so much?” He questioned, looking almost vulnerable, a hint of hurt evident in his eyes.

“I don’t hate you. You just annoy the hell out of me. With your hard, loud, open opinions and your stupid gorgeous face, and hair, and your body, and-” you stopped with a sigh, “I don’t hate you. If I’m honest I actually find you extremely attractive.” You let the words tumble from your lips, silently wishing you knew how to shut up.

“Give me a chance, (Y/N). I may be an arrogant dick in school but I know how to treat a lady such as yourself. You’re beautiful and you deserve to be treated like a queen. Please,” he almost whispered the word ‘please’ which made your gaze soften.

Best Thugisa Lines

Nagisa: “What’s up, sluts! Guess who just got outta prison!”

Makoto & Haru: “Nagisa?”

Nagisa: “Yeah~”


Makoto: “Nagisa, he just called you a loser”

Nagisa: “Ayo, homebody look like shark-week I ain’t messin’ with that”


Haru: “It all feels like a dream…”

Makoto: “It wasn’t a dream! We got arrested for trespassing. We went to Jail!”

Nagisa: ”Nah man, we went to holding. There a big~ difference”

Haru: “Whatever…”

Makoto: “No whatever, we only got out because Nagisa’s friend paid bail”

Nagisa: “Oh Yeah~. Now we owe Easter Dave a favor, that is not a position you wanna be in”


Nagisa: “Ayo, waduup Jaws”

Rin: “Shut up, and why are you naked?”

Nagisa: “I’m Naked?”


Nagisa: “Look. All I’m sayin’ is we’ve done all the work. The least you could do is; is go down to 7/11 and get us some slushies and a carton of cigarettes”

Miho: “Nagisa. If I get out of this chair I guarantee, you’ll end up in one with wheels”

Nagisa: “Okay. I’ll admit, I’m a little threatened. Dang”


Nagisa: “Oh, Hey it’s Gou. How many guys d’you pair up in head on the way here. Also come help with the pool”

Gou: Nine. And F**k That”

Nagisa: “What is it with all these people and wrecking ma game today”


Makoto: “They’re so fast!”

Nagisa: “Rin’s pullin’ ahead though. I think. I Rin the jet plane

firing out unicorns or the gun with my mother’s face”


Makoto: “C’mon Haru, you can do me. It, it. You can do it”

Nagisa: “I heard that one”

Makoto: “Shut up! You’re High as Balls”

Nagisa: “Ha, yeah I am”


Nagisa: “Hey yo, you tell that story how Haru lost that race”

Makoto: “Nagisa! He’s right there!”

Nagisa: “Nah, Nah. Homebody’s pulling a rain man right now he can’t hear me. Check this, Check this. *Ghostly Voice* Haru~ we’re not getting a Season two~”

Haru: *Ignores*

Nagisa: “See!”


Rei: “-and my stop is coming up in 3.34 seconds, so you you’d make the pitch, real quick”

Nagisa: “Alright, so swim Team, right?”

*Bell goes Rei leaves*

Nagisa: “Hey, wait. I was actually gonna ask you what size colour you wear, c’mon let me get them digits baby”


Rei: “I am now going to walk away. Do not follow”

Nagisa: “I hate it when you leave but I love~ watchin’ you go”


Makoto: “Why don’t you just be yourself, and tell him how you feel”

Nagisa: “Thanks for the lesson, Boy Meets World. How’s your repressed love-life doin’?”

Makoto: “I don’t know Nagisa, How’s your mother’s drinking problem?”

Nagisa: “Below the belt Makoto”


Nagisa: “Hold it Mister. I’mma have to pull you over for excceding recommended Hotness”

Rei: “Why are you here?”


Nagisa: “Why he touchin’ ma man? Where he goin’ with ma man!”


Nagisa: “So all I gotta do is Kill all these other guys, and you give me a scholarship for ma painting”

Bear: “Ooh, boo, boo, boo. That’s pretty much it, but they can’t prove you did it”

Nagisa: “Can’t prove nothin’ if they all dead”

Bear: “That’s not quite the same thing”

Nagisa: “Okay, so which are you, are the most annoying”

Student 1: “These thug antics, are not welcome in a school environment”

Nagisa: “Hey, we got a volunteer”

*Back to Coach and Nagisa*

“Yeah it didn’t work out… For them”


Makoto: “Hey Nagisa. Did you catch Breaking bad last night?”

Nagisa: “Nah man, I lived that shit”

Makoto: “Hey Nagisa. Did you see Teen Wolf last night?”

Nagisa: “You know I did. Derek Looking Fine~”

Makoto: “Hell Yes, son”

Nagisa: “Please don’t do that”


Nagisa: “C’mon let’s wrap this up. I don’t like being alone up here”

Makoto: “Why? ‘Cause if this was a horror movie you’d die first?”

Nagisa: “Why~?”

Makoto: “Y’know…”



Makoto: “This job sucks~”

Nagisa: “You sucks!”
Makoto: “Oh, eat me”


Nagisa: “-and now it’s time to play Japan’s favourite game-show: ‘IS MAKOTO AN IDIOT!”


Nagisa: “Hey, here’s your Bitch board.”

Rei: “Kick Board

Nagisa: “Fairy Floater”

Rei: “Nagisa”

Nagisa: “Sissy swimmer”

Rei: “Nagisa!”

Nagisa: “Fine, Fine. Crybaby kickboard”

Rei: “That was a stretch”

Nagisa: “Look! It can’t all be ‘A’ material, Okay!”


Nagisa: “Haru and Makoto? Dead? Let me tell you somethin’. Those two are literally impossible to kill. To prove a theory, I one time tried to just straight-up shoot ‘em with a real-ass gun. The bullet missed, ricocheted off a frying pan on the wall, and broke open a cabinet full o’ bottles which I then tripped on and fell over. Hurt my pride more than anything… 'cept my tailbone, which I bruised. Did you know that the scientific term for “tailbone” is “coccyx”? Hehe… that’s funny. Anyway, I don’t remember why I was talking about this - they’re probably fine”


Nagisa: “Hey! Tweedledee & Tweedledumb-ass”


Makoto: “Don’t worry guys, It’s probably just a typo”

Nagisa: “Yeah, like Haru would know the difference”


Haru: “Hey, Nagisa, I think I see the Police over there”

Nagisa: “Aaah~!”


Nagisa: “It’s fine baby, if you get scared you can hold my hand”

Rei: “I am not, frightened!”

Nagisa: “Yeah, and Makoto’s love life it’s pathetic”

Makoto: “It’s true…”

Haru: “What?”

Nagisa: “Exaclty”


Nagisa: “Now, Let’s make like Scooby Doo and find some clues”

Makoto: “Hey Nagisa, that rhythmed”

Nagisa: Shut up, Makoto”


Nagisa: “Alright, Shaggy and Scooby, you take the sinks. I’ll check the cabinets and Velma; you get the spooky lookin’ fridge”


Nagisa: “…Because only Velma would say ‘Dubious Device’. Velma gets the spooky fridge”

Makoto: “Who are you Nagisa, Freddy?”

Nagisa: “Bitch, I’m Daphne”


Nagisa: “You’re so cut when you never shut up. Now shut up and open the fidge”

Makoto: “Nagisa, how many time have it told you street-sharks don’t exist”

Nagisa: “Then explain Rin”

Makoto: “Fair Point”


Nagisa: “He [Rei] can do everything but swim. Like the opposite of Haru. Nega-Haru!”

Haru: “The sunken depths of the screeching horde-“

Makoto: “Cut it out! He’s had enough!”


Might do Haru next.

@amber-pan-furry it is literally so blatantly painfully obvious that youre a nasty abusive person idk why the fuck you think playing the victim is going to get you sympathy from anyone besides the people you’ve gaslighted into submission.

Do us all a favor and shut the fuck up and leave Jean alone you manipulative little fuck

anonymous asked:

Anon who saw Hamilton: "hate" is too strong, but I wouldn't put it above 5/10, which is not nearly good enough to merit the praise it's getting. The only thing that shined for me was the production design - set, costume, etc. Anyway, not the point - point is we were forced to favor certain political viewpoints and people over others and censor any dissenting opinions that'd make us look un-leftist. Not working there anymore but this is everywhere. Thought police is scary stuff. Lin sucks.

Ohh okay I get it now, and I agree. America is falling down an Orwellian rabbit hole. People celebrate all types of diversity except the diversity of thought. It is freaky. I guess all we can really do is fight against it and not give in to those who try to shut us up.

10 Reasons: Top!Sherlock

1. Right from the beginning, he established his role as the Alpha Male. When they got to the crime scene in the first episode, Inspector Lestrade asks, “Who is this?” And Sherlock repeats “He’s with me”. If Greg were also into men that would explain the subtle inflection that Sherlock isn’t losing his new flatmate to this dense detective; thus, being subject to John recounting their dates all hours of the day as a result. Also, at the crime scene when Sherlock says, “Shut up,” and Greg is all, “I wasn’t saying anything,” Sherlock was asserting his dominance over him in front of John.

2. He exercises control in all things, Miss Ste- (Oops, wrong fandom). Still, Sherlock uses knowledge as both his shield and his sword. When he loses control of a situation, it triggers a state of instability that requires a quick dose of insight to tip the scales back in his favor. Only when he is in complete control and assured victory does Sherlock maintain his mental footing. There’s no telling what he might do if he loses the upper hand; that’s when he is most dangerous.

3. For those of us who are into the phrase “Eyes of a killer”… He has those. Cold and calculating, picking up on every minute detail. Sherlock’s eyes are the kind of steel that can pierce right through your heart, tear you into tiny pieces, and remain dry and impassive the entire time.

He even instructs John to inflict physical pain on him for a simple disguise. As far as a “self portrait” goes, what might we deduce about his self worth or value of life? The man is not afraid to die, faces his own death head-on more than once, and puts a bullet in the head of the man who threatens to dictate control  of his existence.

4. Because you can’t tell me that the path his eyes take is totally casual and not him checking out the goods. Sherlock is actually gay.

During their first adventure, everyone who has known Sherlock for years (years!), makes a comment that implies John is Sherlock’s new man; his landlady Mrs. Hudson, the police officers who resent and ridicule him, a restaurant owner he paid a kindness, and his very own brother. Sherlock does nothing to dissuade this idea although he does make a point to establish that women are not his area.

When he was fake-dating Janine, he never slept with her and didn’t show the slightest bit of compassion when revealing his plan was to break up with her from the start. He exploited Irene’s feelings to win a power struggle. Molly’s subtle flirtations were dismissed without acknowledgment. Even Jim Moriarty’s obvious, pretend(?) interest was swept aside and forgotten until John became involved in the pool scene. It was a phantom sadist that intrigued Sherlock with a challenge; the only time he took an interest in someone besides John.

Yet, he never let anyone get close enough to become a liability until he fell for the man who wasn’t even trying to woo his romantic attention.

If anything, Sherlock might just be “Johnsexual”.

5. Do you realize that he ended this phone call, got that man (who has been professionally trained to defend himself and valuable political leaders) out of that chair, and shoved him through a window without the least bit of deception? The American was fully aware of Sherlock’s intentions and still got thrown from the second story… how many times? I lost count.

6. His voice is like sex all on its own. Low and hypnotic; the kind of tone that keeps you grappling with the frays of consciousness while making sure you’re so wound up in its dark promise that sleep is impossible.

7. From quippy one-liners to season long mocking, his sassy side is a force to be reckoned with and not a single person escapes its grasp. Sherlock takes sarcasm to a whole new level and his lofty views often shield the fact that he thinks the biggest joke is his own humanity.

8. They have that whole Dom/Sub thing going on. Sherlock bosses John around like an expert (and John obeys!). Even when he’s in the flat robed with nothing but a sheet, John carries him around on the laptop, leaning down to the grass and talking to him through the microphone despite the gawking onlookers. John points out that it is “humiliating”, and yet, does it anyway. John is an army man; and a doctor at that! He is used to taking orders only from his superiors (as a doctor he holds reign over most other soldiers) and here he is following Sherlock’s whims.

In the first episode, he calls John back urgently because he knew where he was and who he was with; he tells John to give a text, to see how well he takes orders. John is resistant and a bit bristled by the request, but he does obey. His pride will make it that much more exciting when he is finally taken by Sherlock.

Sherlock insults John: “Because you’re an idiot.” But then tells him not to ‘look like that’ and offers a minor comfort; ’practically everyone is’. But, Sherlock doesn’t apologize to anyone, right? So why make an exception for someone he just met?

“She said you get off on this.”

“And I said dangerous, yet here you are.”

He knows John gets off on the risk, the danger, and being put in a threatening situation. Just perfect for his sub, perhaps? ;) That would certainly provide a plausible reason for him to coddle the ego of the man he has designs on.

9. In a state of unfocused drunkenness, on the eve of John’s wedding, his brilliant mind makes this connection. Most people would equate John to a masculine identity with the limits of alcoholic incoherency, or make a joke of it by putting someone like “Mother Theresa” or the name of the local nurse. But, to Sherlock, John will always be his sexy woman. *blushes*

10. Because he looks at John like this; with all the hunger of a pure predator.

BONUS: Because he also looks at John like this:

With so much affection the words “cynical” and “damaged” no longer apply.

Bonnie & Clyde - pt 7

Originally posted by sugaglos

You stared at the television in the morning as the screen showed the cops dragging your uncle away.

Yoongi shut it off with the remote control, earning an annoyed glare from you.

“You don’t have to watch that.” He said, as a matter of fact.

“You probably saw him more often than I did.” You sighed.

He seemed a bit confused at your words.

“When’s the last time you saw your uncle?” He asked.

You shrugged. “I don’t remember. It just sucks that I won’t be able to see him now.”

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The Lonely Tree (Part 4)

Word Count: 921

Summary: You and Steve start texting each other.

Warnings: Lil bit of language, drunk reader (briefly) 

A/N: Happy Tuesday, my lovelies!

Parts 1  2  3

Originally posted by puntogon

About a week after your unplanned nap in the grass, Steve finally bit the bullet and asked for your number.

Wednesday, 12:30 pm

Hey, are you busy?

I mean I’m writing an essay but I would love a reason to procrastinate

No its okay! Finish your essay

Stop trying to be a good influence on me its gross

Lonely tree?

Lonely tree

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Winchester Sister- Come Back

Originally posted by superuunatural

Requests: hi, could you maybe do an imagine where the reader (around 14/15) goes on hunts with her brothers and wants to be a hunter but she’s really not as good as them (obviously) and dean always gets pissed off at her but she finds out it’s only because he’s just really really scared he’ll lose her (can there be fluff at the end please ((: ?) ?? thank you ((:
      Hi could you write an imagine where y/n feels like she’s just bringing her brothers down and that she’s not appreciated so she runs away and the boys find her like two months later and they’ve been looking for her the whole time and it’s just like filled with feels? Love you imagines!!

Title: Come Back
Parings: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader
Words: 1689
Summary: Dean snaps on his sister after sister!reader messes up on a hunt, making her run away
(A/N I combined two requests bc I thought they would be good if I put them together, I hope you two don’t mind:)   also the first few paragraphs are a flashback type thing just in case you were wondering)
You know you’ve messed up as soon as Dean gives you the most deadly look you’ve ever seen.

He told you to stay in the car while he and Sam dealt with a few vamps, but of course you weren’t going to listen to him. You got out of the car as soon as they were out of sight and followed them until they went into an abandoned building. You snuck in before the door closed and went behind some storage boxes as you saw your brothers confronting the vampires with their machetes. They slash and stab at the vamps and you believed your brothers will win until one of vampires came from behind and held you captive.
“Drop your weapons!” The vamp said as he came from behind the boxes with you, and your brothers immediately looked mortified. They left you three blocks down, how the hell did they find you? “I said DROP THEM!”
The machetes clinked to the floor. The vamp laughed in your ear, “That’s more like it. You see, I found this pretty little thing hiding behind some bins and I thought ‘wouldn’t she be a tasty snack’ but then I caught her smell. A Winchester. And then I realized, baby sister here wanted to be part of the action too, but big brothers Sam and Dean wouldn’t let her tag alone.”
Dean looked at you, his eyes filled with anger and worry. “Let her go, you son of a bitch.”
“Ah, but where’s the fun in that? You’ve killed how many of my people? Seven? I think killing just one of yours will be enough for revenge… or maybe I’ll turn her.”
“I swear to god, if you touch her I’ll-” Sam started.
“You’ll what? Kill me? We both know you won’t lay a hand on me as long as I got her.” The vamp said, sneering at your brothers as he pulled you closer.
“Stop!” Dean shouted, “We’ll let you go, just don’t hurt her.”
“How do I know that you won’t follow us?” The vamp said, loosening his grip.
“We won’t.” Sam declared. The vampires looked at each other, before one nodded his head and the others followed his lead. They all started to back up towards the warehouse door, the one vamp still clinging to you. Sam’s eyes widened in fear in thought that the vamps were going to take you hostage; but as soon as the last vampire was out the door, he shoved you to the floor and fled with the remaining members of his nest.
Sam and Dean both ran to you and looked you over, “Are you hurt?” “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” You said as you wiped your hands on your jeans.
“Dammit, you’re arm’s bleeding,” Dean said and helped you up and you three headed back to the impala to the motel.

Now, after cleaning your small injuries, Dean props himself on the tv stand and crosses his arms while glaring at you. You sit on the bed, waiting for him to start.
“What the hell were you thinking?” Dean yells, “(Y/N) do you understand the fact that you could have been killed?”
“Dean, you two never let me go on hunts and it’s not fair that-”
“No, what’s not fair is that I told you to stay in that car. It’s not fair to me that you disobeyed and if you would have died… that would have been on me.” Dean spits as he points his finger in your face. “I told you to stay away, because me and Sammy could have taken care of that ourselves. Now, because of you, we have three vamps still out there wondering the streets and killing people.”
“I was just trying to help…” You whisper as you bow your head in shame.
“Then don’t.”
“Dean!” Sam snaps and glares at your oldest brother.
“Fine.” You say, looking directly into Dean’s eyes. You stand up and grab your backpack from a chair and head towards the door.
“(Y/N) stop! Where are you going?” Sam yells as he runs over to the door and shuts it before you can open it all the way.
“I’m leaving.” You say, trying to keep a straight face and not break down into tears. “You two obviously don’t need me and I’m just bringing you down. So I’m going to do us all a favor and leave.”
“(Y/N) you can’t be serious right now! Dean, say something!” Sam pleads and you both look to Dean, who is turned away from you with his arms still crossed.
“Go,” He says, making your heart drop more. You would have never thought that your oldest brother would want you to leave. You close your eyes for a second and try to pull yourself back together. “I said go!”
You open your eyes to Dean walking away from you and towards the counter in the small kitchen. You take a deep breath and turn around where Sam is still standing by the door. You manage to get past him and you open up the door, “Bye Dean.”
You slam the door behind you and start to walk away from the motel. You hear something crash behind you and a lot of yelling, but you aren’t going to turn back. You keep going.

A month passes and you have had no contact with either of your brothers since. Your money is running low and you are in a rundown motel somewhere in Georgia. You caught sign of a shapeshifter case a couple days ago and decided to check it out. You put your silver knife back into your backpack and walk out the door. You try to think of a way to get to your location when you stop cold. You stare across the parking lot where you see the impala. The impala. You don’t know whether to hide in your motel room or to break off running, but your thoughts are cut short when Sam walks out of a room and makes eye contact with you.
“(Y/N)? (Y/N)!” Sam shouts and starts sprinting towards you. Your feet catch up to your brain and you immediately try to turn around and make it back inside your room. However, your brother’s long legs got him to you quicker than you thought and he engulfed you into a bone-crushing hug. He pushes your hair back and kisses your forehead, “(Y/N) I thought we’d never see you again.”
You unconsciously smile but shake your head to get your thoughts straight. You frown at Sam, “Yeah well, looks like you’ve found me.”
“(Y/N), don’t be like that.” Sam says, and you wish you were back in your room when you see Dean walk towards you two. You try to get out of Sam’s grip but his arms won’t budge.
“Hey (Y/N),” Dean says, scratching the back of his neck.
“Hey.” You reply back. You back away from the both of them and advert your eyes away.
“Um, (Y/N), how about we all go back to our room? I think we need to… talk.” Sam says, trying to ease the tension that everyone is feeling. You know that now that your brothers know where you are that they will never let you leave their sight again; so you reluctantly agree and follow them back to their room.
“So how did you get here?” Dean says once you are sitting on one of the beds.
“A lot of hitchhiking from North Carolina.” You answer, monotone.
“You hitchhiked? (Y/N) you know that’s dangerous.” Dean says, rubbing his temples.
“You think everything is dangerous.” You say under your breath.
“Because it is,” Dean says, clearly hearing what you said. Dean looks to Sam, who seems to be waiting to referee his two bickering siblings. “Sam will you give us a minute?”
Sam slowly nods and leaves the room, leaving an awkward silence in his place.
“You shouldn’t have gone that night.” Dean speaks up after a couple minutes of silence.
“You shouldn’t have yelled at me.” You retort.
“Damn it (Y/N), don’t you think I know that!” Dean says as he makes his way to be standing in front of you. “Don’t you think that every second since you left I don’t worry about you? I wake up aching for a call from you and the pit grows in my stomach every time you don’t. I’ve looked for you every day since you left; I’ve even had Cas look everywhere for you.”
“Don’t you turn this on me; you’re the one who told me to go.” You yell, a lump forming in your throat.
“I know and I’m sorry, but you scared me so bad that night. That vampire could have killed you (Y/N), and it would have been my fault. I can’t have my baby sister getting hurt, it would tear me apart.” Dean says as he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.
“Well, I’m fifteen. I can take care of myself.” You tell him.
“Yeah, I know you can, but I don’t even want the chance of you getting hurt. Every time we go out on hunts, I’m terrified that I’m going to lose you. I don’t know what I’d do with myself if you or Sammy got hurt. So yeah, I hate it when you try to get in with the hunts because the last thing I’d want is for you to get hurt.” Dean says with tears pricking his eyes.
You rest your forehead against his, not having any words to say. “I love you.”
“I love you too, baby sis,” Dean pulls back and looks at you, “so will you come back?”
“Yeah,” You say, smiling, “but on one condition.”
“What?” Dean asks, confusion creasing his face.
“I get to come on hunts with you and Sam.”
Dean closes his eyes for a moment and you look at him with hope, “We’ll talk about it.”
You smile widely and wrap him in a hug. He kisses your head and holds out his hand for you to take, “How about we go tell Sammy and go get your stuff?”
You smile and follow him out.

Monster~ 10k Imagine

Originally posted by natszang

Two people in the world were immune to the zombie virus that destroyed everything anyone has ever known and you were one of them. You and Murphy were both immune but for very different reasons. The lab in Colorado they found you in had been your home since you were a child. You and four others were apart of an experiment to create come sort of super solider.  Someone who was stronger, faster, more durable and had better senses then a normal solider but also couldn’t fall victim to any illness. You were the lone survivor of the experiment. Two died in the early days from the tests and surgeries they preformed on you, the only other girl in the group went insane and your friend William killed himself when he realized what he had become.
You weren’t without your scars. Your (S/c) skin was littered with small scars but your other changes are the ones that stood out the most. Your once beautiful (H/c) hair had turned a snowy white due to the constant stress you had been under, Marie Antoinette syndrome they called it and your bright (E/c) eyes now held a eerie red ring around the pupil.
When the group found you, you were locked in the small cell they kept you in wearing only loose white pants and a thin white tank-top. Luckily they found you new clothes. Black cargo pants, brown hiking boots and a blue sweater with a green t-shirt.

They were uneasy of you at first, especially with your odd appearance but they slowly warmed up to you though it did still scare them how easily you could take down Z’s like it was child’s play. They were the first real friends you had, even Murphy who took a liking to you. Cassandra who Murphy had bit, turning her into some sort of hybrid oddly enough liked you too. This seemed to bother the boy around your age named 10k.
Your relationship with him was bumpy at the least,
You liked him to the point you admitted to Addy and Doc that you had a crush on him but he didn’t seem to feel the same. You honestly tried to protect him like everyone else which seemed to annoy him most of the time but he respected you, was friendly to you half the time but that changed quickly when Cassandra died.

“Doc! Addy! 10k!” You shouted from were you left them hours earlier. You left camp to hunt since you usually had the best luck with it but when you returned you couldn’t find anyone. Spinning in a circle you tried to pick up anything. Their scent, tracks or the sound of them near by when you caught the distant but clear sight of 10k through the trees moving rather slowly. He was carrying who you quickly realized was Cassandra but it wasn’t till you were you only a few yards from them did you smell the blood. When you got closer you saw Cassandra was dead and it was clear 10k had killed her.
His eyes snapped to you once his noticed you breaking through the trees. He eyes seemed to flare with anger at the sight of you for whatever reason.
You sensed he didn’t want to talk because as soon as you got closer he ignored you and it remained that way as you followed him back to the camp. You waited till he placed Cassandra’s body down before you confronted him about his own wounds.
“Your hurt. Let met help.” You stated silently as you neared him. He ignored you. His entire body seemed tense and his hands were in tight fists. He was angry, at himself and probably Murphy but that didn’t stop you. You were never scared of him. “10k, please you’re hurt.” You pushed as you went to grab him arm which was cut from a fall most likely.  What he did next you didn’t expect.
He shoved you, quite harshly making you land on your butt.

“I don’t need help. Especially from a white-haired freak like you!” He shouted, face red with anger and glassy eyes. He stood over you seething with anger which was now solely concentrated on you. “10k-” you tried to speak, slightly worried since his shouting could bring on Z’s but he didn’t care as he continued yelling at you. “Shut up! I wish we left you in that lab when it blew up! We don’t you, you’re just a waste of food!” When you tried to get up he only shoved you down again, this time landing on your side. “You’re a monster! You aren’t even human, just some experiment! Why don’t you do us all a favor and leave? None of us care if you die!” He continued to shout. Like you thought Z’s did show up but they kept a distance from the both of you, more so you. You could influence them to do simple things. Follow you, stay away or attack people if you wished it.
Tears were swelling in your eyes. The red around your pupil standing out against your naturally (E/c) eyes. You scrambled to your feet in a hurry and moved away from the boy that you cared for so deeply. You could feel your heart falling into an abyss. Addy and Doc arrived but the Z’s made no move to attack them. Addy seen your face first but before she could make a move to comfort you, you ran. You ran away from them, away from everything without stopping with the Z’s following after you. Thank’s to your inhuman stamina you didn’t stop running still a few hours later. This point you were in the middle of an abandoned, broken road. The few Z’s that still followed you now stopped and watched as you fell on your knees. Sobs racked your body as a scream built in your throat before ripping out, piercing the area around and traveled for who knows how far.

“Freak. Monster. Experiment.”  His words echoed in your head and in that moment you caved in on yourself. You lost what little you had gained that was good in your life and it broke you. You felt your eyes turn red as you gave into everything they had made you to be in the beginning.

3 months later

They hadn’t seen you in three months and they had lost your trail after two weeks. Citizen couldn’t find you either but when they finally heard news of you it wasn’t good. They stopped at a small outpost with a few dozen survivors when they heard about a white haired girl with red eyes that past through. The red eyes unnerved them because when they last saw you your eyes were still mostly (e/c).
“She looked weird, wore all black but she acted even weirder. Z’s followed her around like lost puppies and she barely spoke. We gave her some food and when we asked for her name she just called herself ‘Freak’. She agreed to help us break into a overrun pharmacy but we ran into a group of bikers. The Z’s that followed her around attacked them, tearing them to shreds before she showed them mercy.”
What they heard from other people they came across wasn’t any better and that was before they started to see signs of you. The word 'Freak’ was spray painted on cars, buildings and even of Z’s. Everyone, even Murphy felt bad about it and missed you but 10k felt the worst out of all of them. He called you a freak, made you leave and drove you to this point when you were nothing but good to him. He missed seeing your white head of hair hovering close to him and it didn’t help when Addy told him about your crush on him. Addy was angry at 10k for what happened and blamed him.
The whole mission was side tracked while they looked for you. Vasquez didn’t even say a word about sticking to the mission.

You marched forward, barely looking up as you followed the long bare highway in front of you. A small cluster of Z’s followed you like usual. You use to be annoyed by them but now they were your only company so you, out of boredom named them. You spray painted these named on their backs which confused people who’d find you. Though most survivors avoided you which was due to your odd appearance. You wore black cargo pants, black shirt, black leather jacket with black biker boots. A black bandanna covered your face up till your nose and you had a black scarf to cover your head. It didn’t help that around your now red eyes you smeared black eye-shadow. You carried .45 handgun, large hunting knife and a small pocketknife but you favored the large ax you always carried around. It was crusted with dried blood of both the living and the dead. Honestly you didn’t care, you had no problem killing either.
You were reckless too. You taunted death and other survivors for kicks since the Z’s that followed you didn’t give much entertainment anymore.

You heard the truck coming up behind you before they noticed you among the group of Z’s. You only blended in with the Z’s to a certain degree. You weren’t rotting like they were, your movements weren’t jerky and you also carried weapons on you. Some groups stopped, most passed by due to the Z’s. You heard the shot before the thump of one of you Z friends hitting the ground. You turned your head to look at the one that feel. It was the newer ones that hadn’t been dead long, you named her Mary. She looked like a Mary to you. Ian, a fatter and more deteriorated Z fell to the ground next. By this point you were annoyed with the approaching group. Sure the Z’s couldn’t talk and they were dead but they were company none the less.  The truck halted when they noticed you and your remaining Z’s stopped after the first one fell. Your Z’s made no move to attack the group with you assumed confused them.
You glared at them from your spot.
It was a minute before who ever shot the first two Z’s shot down the ones that remained. You didn’t even bother yelling at them or even attacking them. Casually, you stepped over the dead Z’s and continued only for the Truck to start back up and drive slowly up beside you.

“Oh my god. Y/N? ” You heard the familiar voice of the red head you knew as Addy. She was in the passengers seat with the window down, her head sticking out to look at you. You pulled back the bandanna and scarf so they could fully see your face. You guessed the strands of white hair that always stuck out from under the scarf gave you away.
Everyone was silent as you gave them a blank stare. You easily spotted Warren and Vasquez in the front, Murphy beside Addy in the back and then Doc and 10k in the bed of the truck. The sight of 10k made your chest tighten and his harsh words echo in your head. The last remaining bits of humanity left in you still liked him. You guess you would always have a soft spot for the blue eyes boy.
“Hi.” Your voice was dry and quiet from lack of use. Addy scrambled from the truck in a hurry and quickly latched her arms around your shoulders in a tight hug. It had been months since the last time someone hugged you and you weren’t hugged a lot as a child so the act wasn’t exactly normal for you. None the less you weakly hugged her back before she pulled away with tears welling in her eyes. By now everyone else had climbed from the vehicle. Murphy surprised you and everyone else when he pulled you into a hug after Addy. It was suffocating but then again you were one of the people in the group he had genuinely liked. Warren and Doc were next, Vasquez gave you a pat on the shoulder. 10k just stared. Everyone stared at your red eyes.
“We’ve been looking for you for months. We thought we’d never find you.” Addy said with an arm now resting across her shoulder.
“Oh.” That was all you could manage as you looked at everyone, eye always glancing back to 10k who looked like he was seeing a ghost.
“What- What happened to you?” His voice was quiet. Not like his usual quiet but more like he was afraid you’d run off if he talked to loudly. You didn’t answer. You stared at him. You thought you wouldn’t seem him again and you worried that if you did he would be a Z. Nightmare’s like that kept you from sleeping most nights.
“Is this my fault?” Again you didn’t answer which made the group tense. They all knew 10k felt guilty and seeing you like this wasn’t helping. In second you felt yourself being tackled in a warm embrace with strong arms closing you in. Your face was buried in his chest and for whatever reason you didn’t hesitate to hug him back. Everyone was silent and all you could here was 10k muttering “I’m sorry.” over and over again into your white hair.

“I’m sorry Y/N I’m so sorry. I was angry. I didn’t mean anything. Please don’t run off again.” He pulled away as he said this to look you in the eyes. His blue eyes were glassy but you could tell he was relieved to have found you after three whole months. “I won’t” You weren’t sure what was compelling you to say that but it felt right. What happened next happened so fast it took you a moment to realize it. The boy that you liked, the boy that you loved and the boy that broke you was kissing you.

And you were kissing him.

the signs as tumblr insults
  • aries: go ahead chicken shit punch me in the fucking face. i will shove your entire upper body into your own ass and make you fuck yourself from the inside out
  • taurus: ugly mayonnaise bitch
  • gemini: tell your small intestines i said hello since your head is probably that far up your ass
  • cancer: you can choke on your spoon
  • leo: how about you brush your teeth with my menstrual blood
  • virgo: shove a cactus in your anus buddy
  • scorpio: don't talk to me, don't touch me, don't come near me, don't breathe the same air as me, don't breathe at all thanks
  • sagittarius: do me a favor and staple all your fingers together
  • capricorn: oh my god please shove a bottle of tabasco sauce down ur white asshole and shut up
  • aquarius: congratulations! you are the piss lord of shit mountain. thank u fof hefting turds down the mountainside so that we, the proles, may feast on your bounteous craps
  • pisces: you are an infant and should not be allowed to use a computer

anonymous asked:

If you are apart of a minority, you have the right to speak for your minority and your minority only. You can stand with other minorities, but that's it. If you are not apart of any minorities then you have no right to speak for any minorities, or for how you think they should feel. Which is why I don't understand why these straight white bitches are talking like their opinion matters. We get it, there's a drought in your pants bc you can't fetishize, but do us all a favor, and shut the fuck up.

i thought you were talking to me for a second im wheezingggggg

Originally posted by yalltripping


Rating: M, for dicks.
Warnings: evan is a dick and jonathan is unprepared for his fuckery.
Notes: shoutout to the people that sent me all those nice messages about my writing. this one’s for y’all. also..LOOK MA I DID A THING ARE YOU PROUD

Evan had been blowing him up in GTA all day, and Jonathan was getting sick of it. The second he’d hit the lobby Evan had been lying in wait for him with a Sticky Bomb and a “Hey! Delirious! Look!” He’d laughed it off, like he usually did, but as the game (and day) went on he found himself starting to get pissed off, until he’d yelled at Evan about it and Evan had agreed to chill the fuck out.

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Smile (John Laurens x reader)

Request: This is for a friend irl 

TW: None :)

A/N: I tried to keep the reader gender neutral again and I’m pretty sure it works!! Woot Woot. Love y’all and I hope you like it!!!!


When you and your best friend decided you wanted to start a business, you hadn’t realized how much work was involved.

You and John had gone back and forth on ideas for what type of business it should be before settling on photography. While you had no experience in the field, John was passionate about it, and frankly he was very good at it too. So when he suggested it to you, how could you say no, especially to that cute little face he made.

The “studio” you had bought was basically just a large empty room, but by the end of the week, it was filled with background screens, lights, and two desks for the two of you at the front.

It was the day before you opened and John was panicking, “What if the lights don’t work? What if my photos all come out bad and they don’t come back because I screwed up their photos and what if this was a waste of money? What if we fail?” He was pacing back in forth in front of your desk, waving his hands around as if swatting an invisible swarm of bees.

You looked up from your laptop, and sighed at him. “John. Do us both a favor and shut up,” you said giving him a smile to signify that you were joking. He did not look amused. “You are the best photographer I know, but if you keep stressing yourself out like this you won’t do as well as we both know you can.”

He nodded and ran his hand through his curly hair and put it up in a loose ponytail. He stopped pacing turned to you and with a determined look on his face asked, “Can I take your picture?”

You stopped typing again. John had never wanted to take pictures of you in a professional setting. He preferred to creep you out by following your every move to get more candid pictures. “Um…are you sure?” you responded.

“Hundred and ten percent, Y/N. Let’s go!” he laughed and grabbed your hand spinning you in our chair then pulling you up and over to where he had his camera set up. He sat you down on a stool in the center and took a step back, examining your face. “What if…” he mumbled to himself. Two seconds later, you felt his hands pulling out your taut ponytail running his hands through your hair, creating a tousled look.

“You know I work hard for my hair to look like that and you just ruined it,” you said shooting a smirk at John.

“Shhh. Let the master do his work,” he said, regaining his confidence.

“Whatever, Laurens.”

“Alright. On the count of three, I gonna make a face and you’re going to react. One. Two. Three. Smile,” On three John’s face contorted into the most ridiculous expression you had ever seen. You couldn’t help but just laugh right as the camera flashed. “Woah” he called out after checking the screen.

“Lemme see” you said hopping off the stool. You hoped with everything in you that John’s “woah” was a good woah.

You stepped behind him and peaked over his shoulder at the camera screen. “Woah,” was the only thing that came out of your mouth. The picture was simple. You. On the stool. Looking so incredibly happy.

“You’re gorgeous,” John breathed, turning to look back at you. The two of you were so close you could feel his breath against your skin. His eyes boring into yours.

“Um… thank you,” you mumbled and looked away, embarrassed.

“Anytime, babe,” he pressed a feather-light kiss to your cheek, right next to your mouth and you sighed shakily.

“Babe?” you asked laughing slightly. Could he actually like you back?

He let out a matching nervous chuckle and rubbed the back of his neck, a blush taking over his freckled face, “Um… Yes?”


John’s head shot up, eyes wide with hope, “Okay?”

“Okay.” you smiled at him, you could feel your face heating up as well.

The two of you stood in silence for a moment before John broke it, “Did we just agree that we like each other because if not and I read this wrong, I’m sorry I just really like you and–”

“John do us both another favor and shut up,” you laughed placing your hands on either side of his face and pulling him down to kiss you.

When you broke apart John was still mumbling and you laughed even more, “I really like you too, Laurens.”

And the smile that broke across John’s face might have been the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

anonymous asked:

Is it alright if I ask for a scenario with guzma where he first meets his future s/o? Like he accidentally scares them or the future s/o helps him with his Pokémon cause he ran out of potions so they decide to help him with his Pokémon

a/n: i just drank 2 bottles of tea and now i’m wide awake lets go…. aaaan d i might’ve gotten a liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitle bit carried away w this one…. whoops

   You sigh, pulling out your Rotomdex to make sure you were heading in the right direction. Unfortunately, the map of Haina Desert wasn’t as detailed as you liked, and you’d been unwilling to admit you were lost for the past few hours. You didn’t even know why you came here, you were expecting rare pokemon and all you had seen so far were Sandiles and the occasional Alolan Dugtrio.

   Tightening your safety goggles, you away brush a few hairs that had gotten stuck inside the suction of them. You sigh, starting to take the walk of shame back to the strange group of rocks when you here a strange pokemon cry. Whipping back around, you see an injured Golisopod kneeling down, battered by the sandstorm. You furrow your brows, thinking how strange it is to see a wild Golisopod in the desert. But hey, who were you to question your luck?

   You take out an empty pokeball, deciding that if you did manage to snag the injured Golisopod, you could take it straight to the pokemon center to heal it up - if you did ever get out of the winding desert. But as soon as you throw the ball, it bounces off of the pokemon, signifying it was a trainer’s.

   “Hey! Ya tryin’ to steal my pokemon, huh?” He appears almost out of nowhere, perhaps he was there the whole time, you could barely see ten feet in front of you in the sandstorm. “The only one here who does pokemon stealin’ is me!” You wrinkle your nose at his remarks, a pokemon thief? Was he out here trying to take other people’s pokemon? You write it off as a joke, but still your hands tighten around the belt of pokeballs on your waist.

   “No! I thought it was a wild pokemon. I didn’t see you, honest mistake.” The man kneels down, appearing to be rifling through his bag.

   “How could ya not see me? I was standing right behind him the whole time. What are ya, stupid?” He snorts, not looking up at you when he speaks. “Besides, ya thought there would be a wild Golisopod in the middle of a desert?” He chuckles, amused with himself, and your cheeks heat up in humiliation.

   “Shut up.” You retort wittily. The stranger stands up and puts his hands in his pockets.

   “Hey, since ya owe me one for tryin’ to catch my Golisopod, do ya got any spare potions on ya? I used up all of mine.” You pout, not wanting to do this stranger any favors, but you weren’t one to leave a pokemon injured.

   “Why wouldn’t you bring spare potions when you’re out training? What are you, stupid?” You throw his earlier words back at him, as you go up to Golisopod, reaching out to it slowly as to not startle it. The expression on the stranger’s face changes from smug to unamused. 

   “Hey boy, you okay?” You smile at the bug type, petting it gently on the head. It cries in response, trying to act stronger than it actually was at the moment. The man watches you react to his bug type, and is shocked when you act like it’s any other cute pokemon. Not many people act this way to his Golisopod not surprisingly.

   “There you go!” You put your hands on your hips, satisfied with a job well done. “Your Golisopod’s all fixed up!” You rummage through your bag for another potion, and hand it to him. “This place is tough, so take this just in case…” You trail off, waiting for him to fill in the blank.

   “Name’s Guzma… What’s yours?” He shoves the potion in his pocket.

   “[name]” You answer, sticking out your hand. “Sorry for trying to catch your pokemon earlier. It was so cute I couldn’t resist.” Golisopod lets out a cry at that. He shakes your hand, and he feels something when he looks at you, hair messed up and sticking out at weird angles because of your safety goggles - a strange warm, feeling in his stomach, like he just had to meet you again.

   “Ahhh, forget about it.” He stuffs his hands back into his pockets. “You repayed me ‘nyways. I gotta get going, though. Gotta train ‘n stuff.” You nod at him in understanding.

   “I’ll see you later then, Guzma.” You wave at him, walking backwards into the desert. “Don’t get lost!”

Southern Comfort

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,764

Warnings: ……character death, language, spectre possession, and I’m pretty sure that’s it…oh oh yeah, heartbreaking ;) 

Summary: So I woke up this morning with this fantastic idea and wrote it all out before I had to go to my class…I was actually productive today!! Anyways, I based this off of the episode from season 8 “Southern Comfort” as you can tell from the title…but I gave it my own twist of events that I think you might hate me for…idk yet lol we’ll find out if I get feedback :) enjoy!! 

Originally posted by marilynmay

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jackieo610  asked:

Please fuck off. It's the word retarded. It's not like the content stealer is actually retarded. The guy is a cunt, and deserves to be called that. You need to grow up. We live in a world where people use these types of words, and you have to deal with it. If you see something you don't like IGNORE IT. Now do us ALL a favor and shut up, and stop causing more drama for yourself. Stop covering yourself up. Thank you and have a good day to you.

My impulsive ass is making me dig a hole for myself anyways, my dude.

And the word r*tarded is offensive and considered a slur in the neurodivergent communities, because there’s a chance that they’ve been called that in school by their abusers or by bullies. The word ‘fuckass’ would have worked fine for the content thief.

Also, Camila started this drama up by knowingly calling the content thief that in the first place. In general, she’s a bit of a bitch and needs to learn that she has an online presence, along with the fact that she may be influencing a younger generation of artists, and effectively teaching them that calling people that is okay, when it really is not.

#10 He Tells You to Kill Yourself (Part 1) *Trigger Warning*

omg i found a ton of old prefs i wrote a loooong time ago (hence why zayn is in here like it’s no biggie) so i thought i’d post some of em. enjoy! p.s i did not proofread these so i am sorry for any typos!

also, please do not read if you think it will trigger you. i have this post up because it has been greatly requested in the past, but i understand it is a hard subject. please, please, please refrain from reading if it will cause you any dark thoughts. i also know that none of the boys would ever say things like this in real life. xx

Harry: “Goddamn it, (Y/N),” he seethed. You knew he’d be mad, but you at least thought he would be more empathetic.
“Harry, I’m sorry, it just gets to me sometimes,” you whispered, looking down at your bloodied wrists.
“Fuck, (Y/N), you think I don’t know that? Do you think it’s not hard for me?” he said strongly, teeth clenched. You kept your head down with your eyes focused on your wrists. “Do you?” he said, louder this time, but you remained quiet. “Fucking answer me, (YN)!” he yelled.
You jumped, eyes wide, in fear of his angry demeanor. “I-I know it’s hard for you, Harry, but—”
“No, I don’t think you know. I get hate every fucking day, (Y/N)! It’s annoying as all hell, but fuck, I don’t slit my goddamn wrists! You think that’s going to make anything better? Hurting yourself? It’s not going to fucking do anything except leave ugly scars.”
Your stomach churned. You hated that he wasn’t comforting you when you needed it. He had always been so concerned about your well being in the past; why was he getting angry at you now? “Harry, I didn’t say it would make it better. It’s just a good distraction from everything else going on right now.”
“Oh, please, (Y/N),” he scoffed.
“What do you want me to do, Harry? I can’t come to my fucking boyfriend when he’s halfway around the world! Jesus, Harry, you’re never here! How am I supposed to go about this any other way when you’re never here?” you finally yelled, at your breaking point.
“Oh, no,” Harry chuckled darkly. “No way in hell are you putting this on me, (Y/N). It’s not my fault you cant hold your own for a few fucking weeks. It isn’t that hard! You’re not a child, (Y/N). You need to learn to not be so fucking clingy and dependent on me.”
Clingy? Harry, all I want is some comfort when I’m down. I’m not asking for much. Just some reassurance that everything is going to be okay in the end!”
“Well stop fucking whining to me.”
“What the hell do you think I should do, Harry?” you hissed.
He looked at you with dark eyes and balled fists. “Cut deeper.”
You gasped. You instantly felt your walls crumbled around you, your heart caving in on itself. You mustered up enough courage to hold in your tears. Though it was difficult, he would not see you cry. You turned away from him, to the front door. Not giving him another look at your face, you whispered, “Fine.” Then you slammed the door behind you.

Liam: “(Y/N)?” you heard him call.
“In the kitchen!” you replied giddily, pulling the lasagna out of the oven.
“What’s this?” he asked calmly, setting a magazine on the countertop.
You took a quick look and sighed. “Liam, it’s just paparazzi trying to make a quick buck. I didn’t even know that guy.”
“You’re holding his hand,” Liam said.
“I fell and he helped me up. It isn’t a big deal.” You rolled your eyes.
“You look pretty happy in the picture,” he continued.
“Um, because a stranger was being kind to me?” you said, beginning to get frustrated.
“When was this?” Liam asked, not leaving it alone.
“Liam, will you stop being so dramatic? Just leave it be; nothing happened.”
“I just don’t like when my girlfriend gives me a bad image, that’s all.”
You raised your brows, placing a hand on your hip. “A bad image? Oh my, God, Liam!”
“You look like a whore, (Y/N).”
Excuse me?” you shrieked.
“You heard me, (Y/N).”
“I cannot believe you!” you yelled, crossing the room and entering the living room. “You’re being such a dick!”
“At least I’m not a cheating skank!”
You gasped. “Get out!”
“No, it’s my house. Take your car, and leave!” he yelled. He grabbed onto your house and dragged you to the door, opening it with the other hand. “Maybe if you’re lucky you’ll come to your senses and drive off a damn bridge.” With that, he pushed you out the door, slamming it behind you, leaving you stranded, angry, and heartbroken.

Louis: “Louis,” you sobbed as he walked through the door.
“What’s wrong, love?” he asked, taking you into his tight embrace.
You pointed to your open laptop, and he immediately knew what had you so upset for the fourth time this week. He sighed, “Love, you have to stop reading that shit.”
“I c-can’t… it’s everywhere… I can’t help it,” you cried.
“Well, you can’t keep running to me.”
“What?” you asked, shocked. Taking a step back from him, you whimpered, “what does that mean?”
“It means… you need to start being an adult, (Y/N). You can’t keep crying to me, because I can’t make it better. No matter what I do, you’ll still get hate, and there’s nothing I can do. I’m sorry. You have to learn to deal with it.”
You were dumbfounded. “But… But they’re so cruel, Louis, I—”
He groaned. “I know, I know. They are. But you have to deal with it.”
“But Louis—”
“God, (Y/N), stop moaning! It’s so goddamn annoying! All you do is complain about how hard life is when your life is fine! Grown up and deal with it!” he growled.
Your eyes widened, then you furrowed your brows. “Louis, I try to deal with it, but it’s hard! I just want some comfort from my boyfriend! Is that too much to ask?”
“Yes! It is! I’m so fucking busy, (Y/N)! You know, if you can’t handle it, then maybe you should do us all a favor and just—” He stopped himself. Louis knew when he was mad he wasn’t able to shut his mouth, and he didn’t want it to cost him the girl he loved.
“Just what, Louis?” you said. He remained silent, which made you grow impatient. “Say it!” you yelled.
“Just kill yourself, fuck! Just fucking kill yourself!”
You took a step back, as if you’d been hit. You covered your mouth, in attempt to muffle the sobs shaking your body.
Louis heart dropped. He reached his hand out to you. “(Y/N)…”
You shook your head, racing out the door as quick as you could.

Niall:  You had one of his arms around your shoulders, while Liam was hoisting up his other. “Careful,” you said gently as Niall nearly tripped over his own feet.
You got him settled on the couch before heading to the kitchen to fetch him some water.
“Do you need any more help?” Liam called.
“No, I got it from here. Thank you.” You gave Liam a small smile, walking back into the living room and trying to hand Niall the glass. He wouldn’t take it, so you sighed and set it on the coffee table.
“Alright, just call if you need anything,” Liam said, giving you a sympathetic smile. With that, he left the flat, closing the door gently behind him.
“Alright, Niall, let’s talk,” you said, sitting beside him. He didn’t acknowledge you. You sighed. “Tell me why you were drinking.”
He shrugged his shoulders, not looking at you.
“Niall, we have to communicate.”
“Fuck, stop being so annoying,” he snapped.
“Niall, you have to talk to me or we won’t be able to work things out.” You tried to remain calm but your stomach was churning.
“Maybe it’s because seeing my girlfriend act like a whore makes me a little angry,” he seethed.
“What?” you gasped.
“You fucking heard me,” he quipped.
“Niall!” you scolded.
“God, (Y/N), leave me the fuck alone for once!” he yelled, his words slurred but his eyes piercing.
“Fine. I’m going to bed. You’re sleeping down here tonight. Tomorrow, we are talking about this.”
“God, you’re such a bitch! Just fucking off yourself, will you?”
You were speechless. Never in a million years had Niall talked to you that way. This was not your Niall. This was a stranger.
You ran upstairs to your bedroom and began packing your things.
Niall would not wake to see you in the morning.

Zayn: He was so angry. More angry than you’d ever seen him. It was scary.
“Zayn, calm down,” you tried, placing your hands on his arm in attempt to stop him from throwing another vase.
“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down, (Y/N),” he seethed, eyes dark and face red. He looked beyond frightening. He picked up another vase and threw it.
“Zayn, stop! You’re going to ruin our home!” you yelled, trying your best not to drop to the ground in fear, though your buckling knees proved that hard to do.
“This is your fault! You fucking kissed that bastard right in front of me!” he yelled, the veins in his neck prominent.
Your eyes welled with tears, running down your face before you could stop them. “I know. I know I did, but I was drunk and angry with you! I thought you were cheating on me!” you yelled, trying to defend yourself but not doing a great job.
“Well I fucking wasn’t! I’m not a cheater, (Y/N), unlike you!” He tugged at his hair, and it looked as if he was losing his mind. He nearly was.
You sobbed harder, “It was a mistake! A drunken mistake and I’m so sorry!”
“Sorry doesn’t fucking cut it, (Y/N)!” He turned and punched the drywall behind him, making you jump out of your skin. You knew he wouldn’t harm you, but deep down you began to question yourself.
“What do you want me to do, Zayn?” you cried.
“Fuck, I just wish you’d…you’d…” He was going crazy, unable to form coherent thoughts.
“What, Zayn?” you whispered.
“Kill yourself!” he yelled. “Fuck!” With that, he walked out of the house, slamming the door behind him.
You dropped to your knees, hugging your stomach. You lied down on the floor, surrounded by broken glass and crumbling drywall.


Baby Leech

Title: Baby Leech

Pairing: Ontae (platonic)

Rating: Pg-13

Warnings: vampires, swearing, and Taemin being an idiot

Summary: Onew didn’t know what he was getting himself into when he decided to adopt a young vampire

Notes: Hey I wrote a tiny lil itty bitty thing uwu

For as long as Taemin could remember (which wasn’t very long), he had been a member of the community of the undead.

It wasn’t too bad, really. He got to stay up all night and sleep all day (which wasn’t really that different from what he had done as a human, anyways), he could eat all of the delicious human food that he wanted without gaining any weight, he could scare small children by making his eyes glow in the dark.

But other times. Well, other times, being a vampire really sucked. No pun intended.

“Taemin, what the fuck!” Onew cries, looking down at the giant puddle of blood that is splashed on the white carpet. If it were anybody else, they would have been terrified at the way it clumped around the shag material, clotting in some places and just soaking in others like some gory murder scene. But for Taemin and Onew, this is a pretty routine experience. “You know I hate when you don’t feed in the kitchen! What is this shit!” He gestures wildly at the floor as if Taemin isn’t aware that there is currently a good pint or two of A positive chilling there.

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