do you ever get emotional over these two

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happy 18th birthday, noora amalie sætre ♡ april 6th, 1999

“what an awesome guy you are. i just can’t help but wonder what happened to you that gave you such a big inferiority complex, that shitting on a young, innocent freshman’s emotions makes you feel big and cool. never got any validation as a kid? didn’t mommy ever compliment your drawings? or was it daddy, who never showed up to your graduations? you didn’t have hair on your dick in seventh grade and got picked on for it? whatever it was, you need to get over it and start acting like a human being. stop walking around like a fucking cliché.” 

PACIFIC RIM SENTENCE STARTERS.

  • ‘  when i was a kid, whenever i’d feel small or lonely, i’d look up at the stars. wondered if there was life up there.  ‘
  • ‘  tens of thousands of lives were lost.  ‘
  • ‘  this was just the beginning.  ‘
  • ‘  to fight monsters, we created monsters of our own.  ‘
  • ‘  we got really good at it. winning.  ‘
  • ‘  hey, kid. don’t get cocky.  ‘
  • ‘  please, after you. age before beauty.  ‘
  • ‘  you know what i’m thinking.  ‘
  • ‘  worry about yourself, kiddo!  ‘
  • ‘  ___, listen to me!  ‘
  • ‘  suits and ties, flashy smiles. that’s all they are.  ‘
  • ‘  bad news: three guys died yesterday.  ‘
  • ‘  well, orders are orders. what else am i supposed to do?  ‘
  • ‘  took me a while to find you.  ‘
  • ‘  i can’t have anyone else in my head again. i’m done.  ‘
  • ‘  haven’t you heard? the world is coming to an end.  ‘
  • ‘  so where would you rather die? here, or ____?  ‘
  • ‘  oh, no, call me ___. only my mother calls me doctor.  ‘
  • ‘  he was 2,500 tons of awesome. or awful. you know, whatever you wanna call it.  ‘
  • ‘  shut up. i don’t love them, okay? i study them.  ‘
  • ‘  things have changed. we’re not an army anymore, we’re the resistance.  ‘
  • ‘  i didn’t know it was this bad.  ‘
  • ‘  sorry about your brother.  ‘
  • ‘  you haven’t told me what i’m doing here yet.  ‘
  • ‘  numbers do not lie. politics and poetry, promises, these are lies. numbers are as close as we get to the handwriting of god.  ‘
  • ‘  politics and poetry, promises, these are lies.  ‘
  • ‘  and this… is the point where he goes completely crazy.  ‘
  • ‘  fortune favors the brave, dude.  ‘
  • ‘  they won’t give you the equipment, and even if they did, you’d kill yourself.  ‘
  • ‘  she’s one of a kind now.  ‘
  • ‘  i think you’re unpredictable.  ‘
  • ‘  you take risks that endanger yourself and your crew. i don’t think you’re the right man for this mission.  ‘
  • ‘  wow. thank you for your honesty.  ‘
  • ‘  one day, you’re gonna see that in combat you make decisions. and you have to live with the consequences.  ‘
  • ‘  you promised me.  ‘
  • ‘  vengeance is like an open wound.  ‘
  • ‘  to me, you’re dead weight. you slow me down, i’m gonna drop you like a sack of shit.  ‘
  • ‘  i’ve raised him on my own. he’s a smart kid, but i never knew whether to give him a hug or a kick in the ass.  ‘
  • ‘  it’s a dialogue, not a fight.  ‘
  • ‘  better watch it.  ‘
  • ‘  i’m not crazy. you felt it, right?  ‘
  • ‘  this is worth fighting for.  ‘
  • ‘  if you’re listening to this, well, i’m either alive and i’ve proven what i’ve just done works, in which case, ha ha, i won. or i’m dead and i’d like you to know that it’s all your fault. it really is, you know, you drove me to this. in which case, ha, i also won. sort of.  ‘
  • ‘  are you gonna say anything?  ‘
  • ‘  you look good.  ‘
  • ‘  like when you blink your eyes over and over and over again and all you really see are like, frames. it was emotion.  ‘
  • ‘  i’m okay. just let me control it.  ‘
  • ‘  you are a goddamn disgrace. you’re gonna get us all killed.  ‘
  • ‘  why don’t you just do us all a favor and disappear? it’s the only thing you’re good at.  ‘
  • ‘  so, what, you’re grounding us?  ‘
  • ‘  one: don’t you ever touch me again. two: don’t you ever touch me again.  ‘
  • ‘  now, you have no idea who the hell i am or where i’ve come from, and i’m not about to tell you my whole life story.  ‘
  • ‘  you know, you live in someone else’s head for so long… the hardest part to deal with is the silence.  ‘
  • ‘  well, that’s classified. so i couldn’t tell you. even if i wanted to. but it is pretty cool, so i might tell you. i’m gonna tell you.  ‘
  • ‘  jesus, we can’t just sit here and watch them die.  ‘
  • ‘  let me in, i’m a doctor!  ‘
  • ‘  we have a choice here. we either sit and wait, or we take these flare guns and do something really stupid.  ‘
  • ‘  as harsh as it sounds, there is no time to celebrate. we lost people. no time to grieve.  ‘
  • ‘  how sick are you? and why didn’t you tell me?  ‘
  • ‘  i haven’t exactly had a very good day, okay?  ‘
  • ‘  we’re gonna own this bad boy!  ‘
  • ‘  by jove, we are going to own this thing for sure!  ‘
  • ‘  today, at the edge of our hope, at the end of our time, we have chosen not only to believe in ourselves, but in each other.  ‘
  • ‘  today we are canceling the apocalypse!  ‘
  • ‘  as for you, well, you’re easy. you’re an egotistical jerk with daddy issues. a simple puzzle i solved on day one.  ‘
  • ‘  i just don’t want to regret all the things that i never said out loud.  ‘
  • ‘  well, my father always said, if you have the shot, you take it. so let’s do this.  ‘
  • ‘  all i have to do is fall. anyone can fall.  ‘
  • ‘  i can’t find his pulse. i don’t think he’s breathing.  ‘
  • ‘  no. don’t go. please.  ‘
  • ‘  you’re squeezing me too tight. i couldn’t breathe.  ‘
  • ‘  where is my goddamn shoe?  ‘
The Signs with a Broken Heart

This post is essentially based on my/my friends’ real life experiences.I’ll also try to include some advice how to get over this struggle. Your Sun & Venus Signs matter!

I think that today, after having written some love posts, I had to think about those who spent this day alone, because they are comfortable with it, because they don’t need anyone, or maybe because their heart isn’t healed enough to start dating again. And it’s totally fair. Heartbreak is way too underrated lately in my opinion, we think about those with a sickness, we think about those who are poor, we say that as long as you are healthy, have a place to sleep, have something to eat, you must be happy, but sometimes an emotional wound is a lot harder to heal than a physical one. When you love someone, they become the most important part of your life. You share your days with them, you miss them, you decide where to go for a dinner together because you want them to be happy too, you basically change your whole lifestyle to fit theirs. And then if one day, they decide to take their love away, it feels like only half of your life is left and you ask yourself questions how it’s possible to make it stop just like that, from one minute to another. This is why it’s so hard to get over a broken heart. And sometimes it’s even worse to lose someone who never even was yours. You start questioning everything, why does life play such a prank on you and makes you meet them, like them, fall in love and all this for nothing, because they don’t share your feelings. A person questioning themselves, thinking that they aren’t good enough for a person they love, that someone else is and they aren’t, is probably one of the most hurtful feelings.

So here’s how I see the signs being hurt and hopefully this will help a few of you. Not because you will read this post and your pain will suddenly go away, no way, I just want you to know that there’s always someone to understand exactly how you feel, that you’re not alone.

ARIES:

As an Aries, you can be very emotional, but real feelings don’t reach you too often. Quite careless in your young years, you might be attracted to people physically, like them in different ways, call it love, feel sadness about losing them, but only the pain of a broken heart will tell you it was real. Because 

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Not Over You pt. 3

Prompt: “I was getting over you, why did you have to come back?” or it’s been a year since you and Steve broke up. He’s moved on, you haven’t.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,760

Warnings: language

A/N: another part for you all. i’ve made some decisions about where this is all going to go and i’m so excited. also, side note! a few people that asked to be tagged, it wouldn’t let me? i’ll send out messages to those people, letting them know it’s been updated. let me know if i missed tagging you (i have a scatter brain sometimes) or you want to be added to this list.

Tagged: @thorne93 @buckyswinterchildren @generalgoldfishldrm @katexbishopx @marvelfandom-stuff @all-around-geek @cchrriissuuu @lizzyhaverty @soundslikevanilla @itsagentromanoff @rileyloves5 @defendors @nenyakj 

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Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

It felt like ages before anyone said anything. The tension just continued to grow between you two as Natasha was all the sudden M.I.A. You looked around for a quick second, silently cursing her for leaving you alone with him. You definitely weren’t ready for this.

“How have you—“ you started, but were cut off by Steve.

“How have you, uh,” He chuckled awkwardly, looking down and rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes travelled your body, an all too familiar, yet completely foreign sight. “How have you been? You look great.” He swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah, you look great.” He finally made eye contact with you, his blue eyes practically lasers through yours.

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The Mixed Tape

A Polyfarms Soulmate AU where songs sung by your soulmate get stuck in your head. 

Kinda for @charmerweek but also an 11k monstrosity so take of it what you will. 

Also on AO3 


November 2013

*beep beep beep*

A hand slams down on the analogue alarm clock next to the full-sized bed. The hand retreats underneath the Shark’s comforter. The afternoon air is still and quiet. Something shifts around the bed, A tuft of black hair peeks out as a loud groan is admitted from somewhere within its covers. The hand slips out again, reaching for the iPhone resting on the nightstand. A bleary-eyed teen pokes his head out to check the time on the screen.

4:35 pm the phones reads.

“Shit,” the boy curses.

He jumps out of bed. He scrambles to slip on his ratty, black converse. Hastily, he snatches his keys and slings his backpack over his right shoulder. He rushes down the steps, ignoring his sister’s protests to slow down.

“I’m running late,” he shouts over his shoulder. He runs through the garage, picking up his skateboard. He’ll hardly have time for his pregame playlist. He sighs, fishing his earbuds from his backpack, selecting the proper list on his phone before opening the garage door.

“Close behind me!” Chris hollers at his sister. He presses play, slipping his phone in his back jeans pocket. With a foot on the board, he peddles a few steps—allowing the steep hills of San Francisco to carry him all the way to hockey practice. Fortunately, today was only a scrimmage.

“I hope they’re not busy night now,” he mumbles. Thinking of his soulmate—out there somewhere—as he hums along, “the faster we’re falling, we’re stopping and stalling…We’re running in circles again.”  

Meanwhile, approximately three hundred miles south, a girls’ volleyball team is in the midst of a warm up for a regional qualifying game. A tall brunette is in the middle of passing drills with her partner when a familiar song floats into her head.

“Change,” she shouts at the team manager, a petite blond girl in a faded polo and spandex.

“To what?” the manager shouts back.

“In Too Deep,” the girl shouts back.

The manager gives a thumbs up, switching the song quickly. It was commonly accepted on their team that soulmates could be distracting and it was easier to join along with them than it was to counteract their songs with other music.

“Just as things we’re looking up,” she shouts. “You said it wasn’t good enough.”

“But still we’re trying one more time,” her team chimes in, causing Caitlin to laugh.

Somewhere in Massachusetts, a prep school hockey team is in the middle of the third period of a regular season game. One of the defensemen hears a song crescendo in his mind. He chuckles to himself.

“You always know how to make a game more interesting,” Derek chirps his soulmate.

He rushes a winger as he sings, “maybe we’re just trying too hard. When really it’s closer than it is too far.”

In a small town in Maine, a high school senior is amidst a typical party. He tries to ignore the music in his mind. Forcing himself to enjoy the tedious conversation he’s having with someone’s cousin who’s visiting from out of town. Unfortunately, the song has gotten so loud he can hardly concentrate.

“Will you excuse me?” He says, not bothering to hear the answer as he pushes away from the girl. He bolts out of the basement, finding a quiet corner near the backyard door.

“You really suck sometimes,” Will announces to whoever figured out how to make their music so blaringly loud. He doesn’t have much option other than to join in, “cause I’m in too deep, and I’m trying to keep. Up above in my head, instead of going under.”

The song ends almost as quickly as it starts. There’s a few punk songs that come up, and some Kesha that happens at one point. Will has learned not to think too deeply about his soulmate’s music taste. He’s realized that it’s too dynamic and varying to give a real sense of who they are. He feels like he knows them, though. He’d love to know how they get so incredibly fucking loud at the weirdest times, but there’s not much he can do about that…yet. Yet, he keeps reminding himself. Soulmates meet each other eventually, his mom reminds him constantly.

Considering he’s grown up around the same small group of people, Will’s relived it’s not one of them. It means that he won’t be stuck here his entire life. He’s going places. He’s going to fall in love…someday.

The music stops after twenty minutes. There’s a comfortable silence in which the music of the party he’s at is quiet in comparison. It gives him time to decompress. Later, he’s sure he’ll here some Queen or Pat Benatar. He’s pretty sure his soulmate is an athlete, but the jury’s still out on that. It’s something they’ll bond over. He can feel it.

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anonymous asked:

40 for bumbleby, IM SO BUMBLEBY TRASH MANNNN

ME TOO MAN
Honestly my reaction to this prompt was pretty much as follows:
*Reads prompt*
*Deep inhale*
*PTERODACTYL SHRIEK OF EXCITEMENT*

That being said I don’t think any Bumbleby proposal could be better writing than the one in The Downward Spiral by @studiogible2016


Anyways…



Blake watched as Yang stood, clearing her throat and unfolding the crumpled piece of paper in her hands. “So I’ve never been one for speeches,” she began, “I almost improvised this, but my wonderful girlfriend convinced me to come prepared.” She paused to shoot a wink at Blake, who did her very best not to blush. “Anyways,” Yang took a deep breath. Blake couldn’t help but notice that her hands were shaking.


But when Yang spoke again, her voice was clear and strong.“We’ve all been through a lot. Everyone here has lost so much. We have had so many reasons to break down and give up. I…very nearly did.” At this, her metal hand curled into a fist and her eyes went dull. Then she shook her head and turned to look at Ruby, and her whole face lit up. “But Ruby–my beautiful, amazing baby sister–you didn’t! You fought, and you kept fighting even when nobody else would. You have always been the light of my life. I know if mom were here, she’d be proud.” Both sisters were crying now, and Blake realized that she was too. Yang looked positively radiant as she spoke, and with each word Blake found herself falling a little more in love. “And now you have someone else to share that light of yours with, and I could not be happier. I’m so glad you found Weiss and she found you. I hope… I hope you guys are happy. You deserve it. I love you, Rubes.” With a small sob, Ruby leapt from her chair to wrap Yang in a tight embrace. There wasn’t a dry eye in the room.


They eventually broke apart, and Yang made her way back to her seat by Blake, wiping at her red, puffy eyes.


Blake beamed, reaching out to take her hand. “Yang, that was beautiful.”


“R-really? I thought it might have been too sappy or something. Like I said–speeches aren’t really my thing.”


“No way.” Blake leaned in to plant a kiss on Yang’s forehead. “It was wonderful. You were wonderful.”


Yang smiled, looking over her shoulder at Ruby and Weiss, who were looking at one another like nobody else in the room was there. “Thanks. I just-look at them. They’re so grown-up and happy. I can’t– I think–” Yang’s voice broke and she let out a frustrated huff. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to get so emotional.”


Blake reached up to wipe the tears off of Yang’s face. “It’s okay. Do you need some air?”


Yang nodded. “That would be nice.”


The two of them stood and slipped quietly out the doors and into the garden outside. Blake spotted a bench and led Yang over to it. For a while they sat in silence while Yang composed herself.


Even in the state she was in, Yang was the most beautiful thing Blake had ever laid eyes on. But it wasn’t her hair, or her stunning lilac eyes, or the golden dress that suited her perfectly that Blake saw. It was…it was Yang. Yang, who loved her sister more than anything in the world, Yang who took care of everyone before herself. Just…Yang.


“Will you marry me?” The words were out of Blake’s mouth before she knew what she was saying.


Yang stiffened, turning to stare at Blake. Blake stared back. What should she say? Should she take it back? Apologize? Wait?


“You–you want to get married?” Yang asked at last. Blake couldn’t read her expression, didn’t know if Yang wanted her answer to be yes or no.


And what did she want for herself? Marriage hadn’t been something she’d thought about or planned but… “Yes.” What she wanted was Yang, now and forever.


There was a long pause, and Blake thought the tension was going to kill her before Yang exclaimed “Yes! Oum, Yes, Blake I’ll marry you!”


Blake gave a cry of delight and pulled Yang into a deep, long kiss.


“Dammit, Blake.” Yang sniffed as they finally pulled apart. “You made me cry again.”


Blake just grinned. “I love you Yang.”
I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together.

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You placed your hand on Peter’s chest and gently pushed him so he was lying on his back beside you, and you straddled his legs.

‘OK, first time doing this, so tell me if you don’t like it OK?’  you said shyly.

‘If you’re doing it, I’m probably gonna love it.’ He smiled.

You wished you could hate the wave of joy and confidence his words sent through you, but you couldn’t.

You carefully slid your hands slowly down his chest, enjoying the feel of skin beneath your hands; you paused at the hem of his boxers.

You look up at him and see that he is looking into your eyes, and even though he doesn’t say it, you can just tell how bad he wants you to keep going.

With a quick deep breath you pulled down the boxers just enough reveal Peter’s…oh God.

There it was, the first one you had ever seen in your life, for a few seconds you just stared at it. It’s different than the one in your health book.

You blink and shake yourself out of your own thoughts.

‘Enjoying the show Darling?’ Peter teased as he gently rubbed your thighs.

‘I am, are you?’ you smiled.

‘Definitely, isn’t it obvious?’ he smiled back.

You look back down at the body part that shows you just how much he was enjoying it.

OK (Y/N), time to do this.

Slowly and gently you wrapped your fingers around his…you guess you might as well call it a cock. Anyway, you shyly took hold of his cock.

It was honestly so weird feeling, like yeah it was stiff, but not rock hard like you’d imagined it would be. You tighten your hand around it a bit more, getting feel for it. (pun totally intended)

Experimentally you gave it slow stroke.

‘Mmm~’

You look back up at your husband and see that he had his head tilted back, he seemed to be enjoying it so you kept going.

‘Is this alright, any pointers?’ you asked.

‘It’s great Love, just hold it tighter… and a bit faster.’ he said.

You nodded and tightened your grip and stroked it faster.

‘Like this?’

‘Just like that.’ Peter groaned as he closed his eyes.

You are filled with pure joy knowing that you were responsible for making him feel good, it gave you the confidence to try what you had really wanted to do.

You kept stroking and backed up a bit and before you could second guess it you bent down and gave the…cock a quick kitten lick.

‘Oh God!’ Peter gasped as he sat up, which startled you and made you sit up as well.

This resulted in you accidently head butting your husband; and by the crunching noise it made, you probably broke his nose with your skull.

‘Bloody hell!!’ he shouted.

You clutched the back of your head in pain and you see Peter is nursing a bloody nose.

‘Shit!’ you hissed as you got out of the bed.

It took you a second to remember that healing spell Peter had taught you, but soon you had healed the lump on your head.

You turn to check on your husband and see he too had just healed his broken nose.

For a second you just can’t look at him because Holy Shit no one has ever been as embarrassed as you right now.

‘(Y/N) it’s alright.’ Peter said as he walked over to you.

‘I broke your fucking nose.’ you mumbled.

‘Not like you never thought about doing it before.’ he smiled, trying to lighten the mood.

‘Of course I have but not in that exact moment.’ you pouted.

‘Come on, maybe this is Fate’s way of telling us we needed to get the day started.’ Peter said as he wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on top of yours.

‘OK.’ You agree, with the snap of your fingers you are fully dressed and clean, as is Peter.

‘So…I’m going to meet with a potential trade partner today so I’ll be back later.’ Peter said.

‘The pirates you told me about that one time?’ you asked as you fixed your hair.

‘Ok, see you Snookums.’ you said as he left.

‘Don’t call me that.’ Peter said as he left.

You made the bed before heading out, once you made it to the camp you were proud to see the boys already training.

‘Good boys, but today is one of the few days I’ll let you relax.’ you said as you sat on your usual tree stump.

You watch the boys all break off into groups or, most going back to their tents to sleep.

You weren’t in the mood for training right now, given how your morning was going so far.

‘What’s wrong?’ Felix asked as he sat in your lap.

A thing he had just started doing, and while it startled at first you had no problem with it. You and Felix had become like best friends after the whole Wendy thing.

“I can’t believe that idiot didn’t see how bad of an idea that was.”

“I know right.”

That was all it took to form a friendship.

‘Well, this morning me and Peter tried to take things a bit further than normal and it just went to shit, just as bad as it could get.

‘Couldn’t get him up? Try kissing his neck, that usually works.’

‘How in the hell do you know that?’ you asked.

‘You’re the first girl here ever, you don’t think he just never got the urge? We boys may not have breast but we can get the job done for each other.’ Felix shrugged.

‘So you and Peter…’

‘A few times over the centuries, no emotions on either of our parts of course; just sex.’

‘Wow…that’s actually in a weird way super hot.’

‘I know, so what happened between you two?’

‘I broke his nose.’ you blushed.

‘You didn’t.’

‘I did, and he says it’s ok, but…how will I ever be able to think about having sex with him when I broke his nose trying to get to second base?’ you confided.

‘Well, I have an idea, but you might not like it.’

Angsty Yurio: working out his emotions in a healthy way...
  • Yuri: Victor, recently I've been thinking that Yurio's actually really upset that Otabek lost to JJ.
  • Victor: Oh? What makes you think that?
  • Yuri: It's just, I don't know how to explain it. (pauses) Just follow me.
  • The pair arrive at Yurio's dorm room. Music thrums mutely from behind the door. Yuri knocks then pushes open the door.
  • Yuri: (singing loudly, slightly off key) --TRIED SO HARD AND GOT SO FAR. IN THE END, IT DOESN'T EVEN MATTER~ (Lying in bed staring at Otabek Altin poster on opposite wall)
  • Victor: ...
  • Yuri: ...
  • Victor: (thoughtful)When did he get that poster?
  • Yuri: (shocked)That's what you're worried about!?
  • Victor: No, no! I'm just kidding. *Laughs* It's okay, he is just working out his emotions in a healthy way.
  • (Music cuts abruptly)
  • Yurio: HEY! Shitheads, what the fuck are you two doing in my room?! (Storms over, red-faced)GET OUT! OUT! OUT! OUT! *Pushes Yuri and Victor out by force* (slams door in their faces)AND STAY OUT!!!
  • (Sounds of Yurio kicking things)
  • (Yuri and Victor exchange bemused looks)
  • Yuri: (frowns) Is this healthy? When I was younger, I don't recall ever being that worked up about anything...
  • Victor: (laughs) Nyet, it is! I remember I was the same when I was his age. It's totally healthy!
  • Yuri: ...Oh, I had no idea. Okay
  • (Inner Yuri: This is probably a cultural difference. Russian youth are scary.)
Hired by BigHit: Dreams vs Reality- Part 10

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Light Angst, mentions of sex

Summary: As a talented underground rapper, you’ve just become Bangtan’s new hiphop coach! What happens when you meet the boy who has big dreams of joining the rap line?

Parts: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // 10 [END] // Epilogue (fake text)


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do you ever find yourself just getting so so so emotional over Jeller when you’re going about doing normal everyday stuff and you just need to take a moment because you really don’t know what to do or how to act because you just feel your heart start to swell in your chest, and your stomach is squirming and you want to laugh and cry but you’re in public and you’re thinking to yourself that two fictional people should not be able to do this to you but you can’t help it because they just do and then you’re just sitting there with all these emotions and you need to pretend they’re not there because the world wouldn’t understand? Yeah. That feeling.

Originally posted by diane-jefferson

Normal Night

Originally posted by subcas

Dean Winchester x Reader

Length: 554 words

Warnings; Age of Ultron spoilers and slightly suggestive language


He was a mess, a complete and utter mess.

Dean Winchester hadn’t done ‘dinner and a movie’ since he was in high school. And back then, he’d had the confidence of a teenager, but now he was getting on in years and that teen confidence was gone. Damn, it felt like his first ever date all over again, with the butterflies in his stomach, and the thumping of his heart.

Why was he doing this again?

“Do you like it?”

Oh yeah, Y/N L/N, his fellow hunter, and his significant other. The two had been together for over a year now, the two ‘hooking up’ after an emotional hunt, and never truly parting since then.

Y/N was all dressed up, looking better than they’d looked in months (not that Dean would dare say that in front of them, he values his life somewhat), and not a monster, demon, or angel, or even Sammy was in sight. It was just the two of them for the first time in months. They were being ‘normal’ and were doing a ‘date night’, at Y/N’s request.

“Holy crap.” Dean was definitely smoother when he was younger, too. “You look… hot.” He pulled Y/N closer, feeling their body against his, revelling in this moment. He had no idea when they’d have the next chance to just be themselves, with no fear of others walking in, or having to put themselves on the line, in the name of supernatural justice. “So, uh, dinner and movie?” The two began to walk towards where the car was parked.

Nodding, Y/N casually informed him that the new Marvel movie was rumoured to be an excellent. “And I heard that there’s a lot of sexual tension between Black Widow, and the Hulk, which is weird, especially when they put some kind of tension between her and Clint Barton in the last one.” It was well known in the hunting community that all hunters were a bit off, weird in ways that distinguished them from the rest of the world. However, some hunters had obsessions or quirks that made them stand out from other hunters, Garth was a good example, and so was Y/N. Y/N was a giant movie nerd, and their recent obsession was centred around the Marvel movies. When not hunting the latest monster to anguish the planet, they were constantly talking about Captain America, the Spiderman movies, the Avengers, the X-Men, anything really. “Hey, you look good.” It was said casually, as the two sat in the Impala, both bathed in the moonlight of the night. “This low lighting really reminds me of how gorgeous you are, too.” It was slightly teasing, and a little flirty – but that was their relationship.

“Oh, so I’m only pretty in next-to-no light?” He was being sarcastic, well aware that they’d met at night, under the moonlight, and Y/N had commented back then that they thought him handsome under said lighting. “You look so beautiful tonight.”

Y/N blushed a little, it wasn’t often that the two of them could talk like this. “You know, if I didn’t want to see this movie so badly, I’d say we should take advantage of the empty house… But, I really want to see Tony Stark, my other love.”

“Why are you such a dork?”

“Oh, you wound me, babe.”

Red Queen Week Fic - Day 1

Title: When The Wolf & The Witch Switch
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Red Queen (Ruby/Regina)
Rating: Teen & Up
Warnings: None
Word Count: 2521
Summary: Regina and Ruby find themselves stuck in each others bodies, and learn a lot more about each other in the process. Written for Red Queen Week Day 1 - Opposites

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Regina was used to feeling powerful, but this, this was something else entirely. It felt like there was something twice her size and four times as powerful trapped within her. She felt like a tightly wound coil, just waiting to spring loose. It took so much effort to reign herself in, to not break anything and everything she touched. Just one tiny squeeze and the glass in her hand would shatter. Regina didn’t know how Ruby did it.

Thanks to some kind of spell or curse (she was still having trouble trying to figure out what exactly) she and Ruby had swapped bodies. Regina had been in Ruby’s body for about three hours now, and she had already broken two mugs, one glass, and one plate. She was trying to be extra careful now though. At least Ruby didn’t seem to be faring any better in her body though, that was something.

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ilonavic  asked:

hello love!! questions 5, 14, 40, 57, 65, 87 and 90 ^^ <3

Hello dear! <3 thanks for asking! :3 ^^

5: are you afraid of falling in love?
Not really, the only thing that bothers me tho is, that I’m too shy to actually speak with the person I  have a crush on..soo…probably won’t have a bf ever :’)

14: which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain?
Definitely emotional pain, at least for me. It don’t mind having physical pain, but I fight with emotional pain almost everyday and it fucking hurts..at least it got better now, since my medicine is starting to work :’)

40: have you ever cried over a text?
Yup, sooo many times..I can get really emotional really quick :’D

57: do you think two people can last forever?
Yes, I do think so. The people just really have to like each other. Tho I think that happens rarely

65: this time last year, can you remember who you liked?
This time last year I didn’t really have any people that I liked…My best friend and a girl in my class, which is now my best friend too :D

87: who was your last received call from?
From my supervisor XD

90: have you ever trusted someone too much?
Yep…not really a good experience :’)

anonymous asked:

What a pity the writers didn´t dare to tell the romance between C and Q. It would have had lovely condiments, two similar soulmates who fall in love, two injured who try to get ahead, two best friends who are attracted and have sex, two who are exceptional at what they do, but have a lot of difficulties in living.. Who would not have wanted to see that? Nobody talks about a sugar story! Complexity can be counted in a thousand ways! Shame on you, Gansa. Cheers to the fanfic writers over here!

And this is exactly why these two inspired so many great fics. I doubt that they would have managed a “happily ever after” in canon but it would have been a thrilling, captivating, and emotional journey. Throw a spy plot as gripping as S3 or S4 in the mix and you have great TV. 

emotional-context  asked:

📝 22 📝 30 📝 49 📝 ? 💞

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22. Has there ever been anyone who’s made you freak out because they read your work and followed/favorited/reviewed? ahhh yess! Two, actually. I always get a bit over-excited when I receive reviews from @mizjoely and @writingwife-83! <3333

30. Do you continue to write for a fandom after you’ve moved on or do you focus solely on the new one? Each time I’ve moved on, I never returned, but I do plan to stick with Sherlock for a very long time haha. I may return to writing fics for Syfy’s Alice In Wonderland mini series bc there are ideas for that I still haven’t gotten around to writing.

49. Has anyone in your life ever read your fanfic just because you wrote it? yes! one of my best friends, @sugarskullzd, has read a few of my stories for fandoms she isn’t even a part of, and for that, I’m truly grateful <3333 love ya, Cheyenne!


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Our Lives

Summary: TATINOF is ending for good and there is one last surprise that the world has yet to see in one of the shows.

A/N: Howdy! I am writing another fic centered around TATINOF, because I recently saw the show and it was just … GAH. Too amazing for words. I can’t wait to watch it a million more times when this documentary comes out for it. Anyway, enjoy this fic! Hopefully it won’t be as bad as “The Hidden Truth” XD Also, I won’t include anything that happened in the show in this fic, as that would be spoilers! THIS FIC IS FICTION. DO NOT BELIEVE ANY OF IT AS MUCH AS YOU MIGHT WANT TO

Warnings: eh, who needs ‘em? Nothing triggering here.

Word Count: 2,431

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“Remember when we started this tour?” Phil asked Dan as they prepared for their final show ever. 

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Not to be gay but do you ever get so overwhelmed by how much you love and cherish a person because it just hits you all at once and you would have never guessed that you could meet somebody so perfect in every way… I’ve been with my boyfriend for two years now today and I’m so emotional over it, it feels like I’ve always known him and I’m so lucky to have met him. I want to share the rest of my life and my last name with him. He’s basically my soulmate, lol

anonymous asked:

OH HEY I LOVe your guys blog!! You guys are amazing! Hehe, so I was hoping you could do RFA + V and Saeran react to holidays with MC who LOVES holidays and goes crazy with them? Thank you!

Yoosung

  • Yoosung likes holidays about as much as the next guy
  • He’s pretty excited to spend Christmas with you so he gets a small tree because he can’t afford one of the large ones and puts presents under and around it
  • And then he receives the Text
  • It simply says that you’ll be over soon to decorate with him
  • Decorate? Hopefully you had your own decorations because he had none
  • That’s when you showed up with a decently sized tree that put the one he just bought to shame
  • The two of you spent two hours putting it up and hanging baubles, tinsel, and candy canes on the branches
  • “Yoosung we need the star!” You were digging furiously through a small bag of tree toppers before pulling out a shiny silver star with sparkly snowflakes
  • He thought the tree would be the end of it but he was mistaken
  • The two of you ended up making ginger bread houses, yours looked better than the one on the box whilst his looked like a child in the third grade had made it. You hung Christmas lights around the living room, and you forced him to put on a Santa hat to take selfies with you
  • Even though he was hardly keeping up with you and your decorating he had to admit seeing you so genuinely excited and giggly was the best part of his day.
  • This was definitely going to become a tradition

Zen

  • Zen loves himself the holidays, especially with you. He can finally take the cute snowy weather couple photos where your cheeks are red and you’re drinking cocoa or coffee with cute hats and gloves.
  • He’s actually got outfits planned for both of you for days like this
  • Little does he know that you’re the exact same way
  • You guys post so many photos in the chatroom Seven almost blocks the two of you
  • He pretends he doesn’t notice when you’re hanging mistletoe up on around the house
  • Literally everyday you belt out Christmas songs and it’s the cutest thing Zen has ever seen
  • DECORATING THE TREE IS THE BEST PART OF HIS CHRISTMAS SEASON
  • The reason being he got to lift you up to put the star on the tree and it resulted in you giggling when he kissed your neck and he still gets all warm and fuzzy when he thinks about it
  • You drag him to the local zoo to look at the lights, (if y’all don’t have zoos like this I feel bad because it’s so gorgeous) you take him ice skating, and you go up to more deserted areas where you build snowmen and make snow angels
  • Honestly the two of you are so hype for the holidays and you’re the holiday power couple

Jaehee

  • During the holiday season she’s at her busiest so there isn’t much time for her to be home cuddling with you and watching Christmas movies wrapped up in a blanket with coffee
  • But, she does come home to see you on your toes as you put up a stand of Christmas lights
  • She also notices a bare tree is sat in the corner of the room, and, does she smell ginger bread?
  • “You’re always so busy now, but I thought we could at least decorate cookies and the tree together.“ You looked at your feet and blushed while Jaehee was actually on the verge of tears
  • You’re so sweet MC, what did I do to deserve you?
  • The giggly, girly side of Jaehee comes out when she starts decorating the tree and cookies.
  • She boops frosting onto your nose, and she goes a bright pink when you wrap your arms around her as she reaches up to put on the star
  • You close the night off by curling up on the couch with coffee and a Christmas movie playing softly in the background

Jumin

  • You were too late to decorate with him, not to mention you didn’t quite know if he wanted to decorate in the first place??
  • You brought it up later and he said he would’ve loved to decorate with you 
  • This did not stop you from being festive af though
  • Every time he came home from work there you were, dancing around singing Christmas songs. Whenever he saw this he found himself smirking, especially when you spotted him and sang directly at him
  • You forced him to watch all the movies he’d missed out on during his childhood and he’s almost embarrassed to say just how invested he’s gotten into them
  • “Why are they so mean to the reindeer? It’s not his fault he was born that way!”
  • Jumin you are a 27 year old corporate heir and you’re crying over Rudolph
  • This is the most emotional you’ve ever seen him. The holidays do something to him
  • He ends up getting a tree last minute because you’re begging him to and the two of you spend a whole day decorating it and it looks like two five year olds had been set loose because this boy has never decorated a tree in his life and he doesn’t quite known how to do it

Seven

  • On December first this boy wakes you up at 4 in the morning and he’s got a tinsel scarf and baubles hanging from his glasses
  • ”We have to decorate, MC. Right. Now.”
  • The two of you manage to spend an entire day trying to decorate the tree. It’s so full of ornaments that you can’t even see the tree anymore.
  • You guys cook a lot of things, or at least try to. You end up burning everything you’ve put in the oven
  • The two of you do every dumb, corny thing you can possibly do in the month of December and then some
  • You guys have present shopping competitions and poor Saeran is stuck in the middle of it having to make sure the two of you don’t make yourselves go bankrupt
  • Christmas is an all out war zone, the two of you are fighting over who got the better presents
  • You also end up using the excuse of mistletoe whenever you kiss him randomly even when there’s no mistletoe but he doesn’t say anything because he uses the same excuse
  • The two of you are actually going to fight each other because both of you get too intense

V

  • He is overwhelmed to say the least
  • He loves you though so he lets you freak out and blast Christmas music whilst you are wrapping presents with him. Little does he know you can see every gift he’s gotten you because he’s blind and can’t really wrap presents
  • He actually gets really nervous about not making this the Christmas you’ve been looking forward to
  • What if he ruins this and ruins everything the two of you have?
  • You assure him he won’t though so he feels somewhat better
  • He tries to be as excited as you are and on December 22nd he finds himself getting really hype for Christmas
  • He’s taking really great scenic shots of the winter wonderland while you sing the song ‘Winter Wonderland’
  • On Christmas day you guys don’t get out of bed until almost 2 in the afternoon because he just wants to be warm and cuddle because Christmas is abOUT LOVE MC PLEASE DON’T LEAVE THE CUDDLES

Saeran

  • He automatically starts trying to shut down every attempt you make at decorating.
  • You don’t listen to him and decorate anyway and sulking little Saeran can’t help but smile as the fairy lights shine subtly on your face
  • He refuses to decorate the cookies as well but you notice that cookies seem to go missing as soon as you look away. You also notice Saeran hurriedly walking away from you covering his mouth
  • Third times the charm because he did end up helping you decorate the tree, he actually was surprisingly good at it and it ended up looking like one of the Christmas trees on display at stores
  • He likes to watch all the Christmas films the two of you can find because they’re very cheery and you let him sit in your lap when you watch movies together so he’s all for it
  • He slowly becomes more into the Christmas spirit as you continue to work to make the house look Christmas af
  • He even gives in and allows you to put a Santa hat on him and take pictures of your pouty boyfriend, bless his heart
  • He’s really taken aback on Christmas day because he knew you’d get him presents but he didn’t know you were going to get him this many
  • It makes him feel very insecure because now he thinks he didn’t get you enough

~Love Peony

“False rape accusations are the real problem,” you say?

TW: Sexual assault
I am 100% sure that false rape accusations are not a real problem. How do I know this? I have been raped, and I reported it to the police. After actually experiencing the clusterfuck that is the American criminal justice system, I can tell you with certainty that no one in their right mind would put themselves through it without serious personal conviction. It was nothing short of torture, and easily the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.
I was raped by someone I was dating at the time. Physical and emotional abuse were also involved. I didn’t get out of the relationship until about six months after the abuse started. I went to the police a week after that, and I officially pressed charges two months after I reported it.
My assailant actually admitted that he raped me roughly a dozen times over text, all of which I saved and took screenshots. One of the admissions was after I point-blank asked him: “Do you admit that you raped me?” to which he responded, “Yes.” He also admitted it to my therapist at the time, who had his admission in her records, and he admitted it to mutual friends, who discussed it with me through texts that I also saved.
And he was never even charged. Today, he walks free. I exposed myself and my story to dozens of people in vain hopes that I could stop this from happening to someone else, and it did not work. He hired the best attorney in the state to represent him, and he got off on the defense that he admitted to raping me “to make me feel better.” I can’t make this shit up – this actually happened, and it is considered a valid defense. My rapist’s only punishment was having to pay a few thousand dollars in legal fees, while a year later, I am still scrambling to pick up the shattered pieces of my life.
I’ve heard he has a new girlfriend now. There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t wonder whether he’s doing the same things to her that he did to me. Sometimes, I consider contacting her just to warn her about the kind of man he is, but I never do. I am too afraid, both of him, and of her not listening. 
Not only did I lose the better part of a year to this man, but I also lost friends. I lost respect. People who used to like me now whisper behind my back about my “bitterness” and “attention-seeking.” Eventually, my mental health deteriorated to the point where I became unable to work, and I lost my job, too. Now, every single night before I go to sleep, I hear the neighbors’ floors creaking and my cats playing in the living room, and I am positive that the noises are him and he has broken into my apartment to hurt me again. I calm myself down almost enough to drift off to sleep, and then another sound wakes me, and the cycle repeats. When I finally do fall asleep, often after hours of failed attempts, I’m usually startled awake by horrifyingly vivid nightmares. Every time I step out of the elevator and approach my front door, I brace myself to find him waiting for me. I can’t go into a bar or a restaurant or a grocery store in the city where he lives without frantically searching for his face and trying to hide mine in case he’s there and I can’t see him. I get a maximum of six hours of sleep most nights. I am tired, but more than that, I’m terrified. I live in fear.
I was raped, and it wasn’t just once. I was raped again when I was denied justice, and I am raped every time I still fucking suffer for what he did. I did not ask for this. I did not want this. Yet, somehow, cleaning up the mess he made is 100% my responsibility, and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it.
Do false accusations happen? Sure they do, and the falsely accused are indeed victims. But the exception doesn’t become the rule by default just because it tends to hurts men instead of women. My life and my story aren’t worth less than those of a falsely accused man. And the statistics are clear: victims like me outnumber victims of false rape accusations roughly 25 to 1, but somehow, the falsely accused are coming to the forefront and being touted as the “real” victims. But the truth is not hard to see. Our society’s problem is not crazy, vengeful women ruining the lives of innocent men for shits and giggles. Our society’s problem is rape victims taking the blame and paying the price for other people’s disgusting choices.

Cristiano Ronaldo - On Again, Off Again

“So what? This is like the hundredth time you two broke up? So you’re getting back together, as always, right?” Natasha nudged me curiously, her expression unreadable. “What happened this time, anyway?”

“Well…” I started, re-envisioning the night of Cris’ birthday.

“Fuck yeahh!” Cristiano slurred, leaning against me for balance as loud music erupted through out the packed club. “It’s my birthdayy!”

“Sure is,” I chuckled at my boyfriends drunken state, seating him on one of the empty booths. “I’m going to get you some water! Don’t move, okay?” I informed over the loud music before making my way over to the bar. “What can I get you, ma'am?” The bartender asked, a polite smile on his face. “A water, please!” I ordered, leaning against the counter. He nodded, walking away before returning, a bottle of ice cold water in hand. “Have a great night.” “Thanks,” I began making my way back to the booth Cristiano was sat at, only to find some tramp straddling him, her lips connected to his as she literally ate his face off. 

“You fucking asshole,” I spat, pouring the water all over the two of them.

The girl gasped, jolting up to her feet as water trickled down her blonde hair and face. “You bitch!” She squealed, running off to the ladies room in cries of horror.

“(Y/N)-” Cristiano began explaining, but I wasn’t having it. “Don’t you dare!” I yelled loudly, attracting a crowds attention. “You lying, cheating scumbag! I don’t know why I keep giving you chances time after time. Fuck you, Ronaldo.” I hissed, giving him my back and making a beeline to the exit. “(Y/N) I swear it’s not what it looks like!” He called after me, chasing me through the silent crowd. “Save it!”

“He keeps texting and calling, explaining she came onto him but I don’t know what to believe.” I sighed, gripping my forehead in frustration.

“Give him another chance?” My best friend suggested. 

“No,” I chuckled bitterly. “No more chances.”

Tash nodded in understanding. “Well I’ve got to go,” She mumbled, pushing herself off my living room couch. She grabbed her purse and I walked her to the door, enveloping her into a warm hug before swinging the front door open. “Keep in touch, okay?” I smiled, waving a small goodbye as she walked down the front porch, “I will!”

Just as I was about to slam the door shut, a forceful hand stopped it midway. “What the hell?” I reopened the door only to find Cristiano standing on the steps, a petty look on his face. 

“You again?” I sighed, walking away from the door, which I left wide open. It was no point trying to get him to leave because he would probably decline. 

“We have to talk, (Y/N),” His tone came out a desperate plea as he closed the front door and followed me into the living room. “There’s nothing to talk about,” I replied coldly, plopping down on one of the couches. “Please hear me out,” Cris sat on the ground facing me to block my view of the television. I rolled my eyes at him dramatically before sitting back into the couch, my arms crossed over my chest.

Cristiano took this as his cue to speak, and he didn’t waste a single moment as he began explaining. “That night,” He started, running a hand through his hair nervously. “That night I was so happy I’d managed to convince you to give me one more chance… I was so happy to be celebrating my birthday with you and I might have gotten a bit too intoxicated. I became unaware of my surroundings and you saw how I could barely stand on my own. When that girl came- I didn’t even know who the hell she was and she threw herself onto me! I couldn’t muster up the energy to shove her off, but I swear to god I didn’t kiss back. I kept mumbling for her to get off but she wouldn’t budge and then you came and-” He groaned, frustrated. By now tears were brimming in his eyes and he tilted his head back in anger, covering his face as he did so.

“Please, (Y/N),” His voice cracked at my name, making me go weak in the knees.

“Don’t cry,” I whispered, immediately giving into him.

“I don’t want to be without you anymore,” He sobbed.

That’s all it took to soften me up. I cupped his face in my hands, smashing my lips against his longingly. He kissed me back with so much want, so much need not even the best liar in the world could pull off such an emotion. “I love you, I swear I only love you,” He mumbled against my lips, crawling on top of me. One thing led to another and we ended up naked, scratching and biting each others bare skin as we made love for the first time in a long time.

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Pacing back and forth in front of the front door, I awaited Cristiano’s arrival intently, a flow of emotions running through my veins. It’s been two weeks since we slept together and I’d been getting pregnancy blues ever since. It was nothing at first, but then my doctor confirmed I was with child and I became so scared, not knowing what to do but I knew I had to let Cris know.

A pair of keys jiggled from behind the wooden door, making me freeze in my spot and a worried Cristiano came barging in. “Whats going on?” He breathed, scurrying over to me. “Are you alright?”

“I need to tell you something…” I gulped, eyes wide in agitation. 

“What is it?” He eyed me warily, anticipating my answer. 

“I’m pregnant,” I chocked the words out, my eyes pooling with tears.

“W-what?” He gasped, eyes widening. “You’re what? Pregnant? Did you just say you’re pregnant?” He rambled on, running a hand through his hair. “You’re pregnant?” Cris repeated, pacing back and forth utter shock. “You’re pregnant.” He came to an abrupt stop. “You’re fucking pregnant!” He chuckled, tearing up as he picked me up off the floor and spun me around gleefully. I was caught of guard to say the least. “Oh my God,” He mumbled, placing me back on the ground. “You’re having our first child!” He laughed joyously, placing a hand on my stomach. “I am,” I let a few tears of happiness and relief escape my eyes.