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Turn Around

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Title: Turn Around

Pairing: Gibbs x Reader

Word Count: 1,021

Warnings: fluff

A/N: This was requested by an anon: Being friends with Abby and telling her about your crush on Gibbs not knowing that he is right behind you, please? ;) I hope you all enjoy! I love you all so much! <3

It was routine for you to visit Abby while Gibbs went to autopsy.  You had a Caf-Pow in your hand and somewhat of a smile on your face.  Usually you had a wide grin on your face as you greeted the forensic scientist, but something was on your mind today.   When you entered her lab, she could tell right away.  Since you and Abby were best friends, she could always tell when something was off about you.

Abby took the Caf-Pow politely from your hands just as she noticed the suddenly somber look you had on your face.  It was still early in the case, she would make time to talk to you after going over the evidence.

You quirked an eyebrow at Abby, noticing that she was going through her findings rather quickly.  It seemed like she wasn’t wasting any time.  Once she finished, she spun on her heels to face you.

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anonymous asked:

for the prompt thing “Was I just a replacement for you?” marichat (with a possible reveal pretty please)

Today’s drabble is dedicated to @ycantwebefriends to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I hope you have a wonderful day full of sunshine and happiness!

“Was I just a replacement for you?”

Marinette reached over and tipped up Chat Noir’s hat to ruffle his hair. “Aww, is the kitty feeling insecure?”

He sniffed, pulling the hat back down over his dark ears and hair. “Well, when someone admits you’re just a replacement, it’s hard to not feel a little insecure.” He tightened the trench coat around him and glanced around the small cafe warily.

“You’re not a replacement, you’re, uh…an alternative,” Marinette finished lamely. “If it makes it any better, I’m really glad you’re the one here with me. You make me feel calmer.” She knocked her coffee cup against his. “Seriously, Chat. It really means a lot that you came out with me this morning. You made the train ride ten times more bearable. I would have been a nervous wreck on my own.”

He shrugged self-consciously. “It was really no problem. When you said Alya couldn’t make it, I didn’t want you to have to come alone, even if I did need to wear a disguise,” he chuckled. “How are you feeling?”

“Terrified but excited?” She took in a deep breath as the sun rose a little higher in the sky. “This internship could be a big step for me if I can land it.”

“Of course you’ll get it.” Chat Noir stirred another packet of sugar into his coffee and hummed. “You’re amazing, Marinette.”

She flushed and began to doodle on her napkin with a red pen. “What about you? Now that Hawkmoth is defeated, surely you have some plans of your own. Are you going to stay in Paris?”

“I’ll stay as long as my Lady needs me,” he answered simply, setting his cup back down. “There are always going to be bad people in the world. I don’t see why Paris won’t continue to need us.”

Marinette worried at her bottom lip with her teeth. “And what if Ladybug wants to leave?”

Chat Noir looked up at her in surprise and then a frown settled over his features. “I guess I hadn’t thought of that.” He ran the tip of a claw along the edge of his coffee mug. “She probably does want to do something else after all these years.”

“Would you keep doing this even if she left?”

He furrowed his brows. “I don’t know. I guess I should ask her about it.”

“Isn’t there something you want to do though, Chat? Surely you have a life outside the black leather.” Marinette tried for a smile but it came off more of a grimace. She returned her attention to her doodle.

“I do,” he nodded, “but she’s…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “We should concentrate on you today, Princess. How much longer until you can go in for your interview?”

Marinette looked down at her phone. “Eleven minutes. Do you think it’s too early to check in?”

“I think it would be a mark in your favor actually. It’s not too early and shows you’re serious about this.”

She stood and began to gather her things. “What are you going to do while I’m in there?”

He pushed back his chair and stretched. “You made me get up pawfully early. Maybe I’ll find a sunbeam to curl up in for a catnap.”

Marinette smiled. “Enjoy, Chaton. I’ll call you when I get out.” She grabbed up the rest of her things and hurried to the building’s lobby without looking back.

“Chaton,” Chat Noir repeated quietly to himself. He looked down at the table and a flash of red caught his eye. He picked up the napkin she had been doodling on to see a small ladybug drawn in red ink with a series of cat paws trailing after it. The words “Come with me” sat underneath. Eyes widening, he looked back up to see Marinette watching him from the building lobby outside the glass doors of the cafe. She smiled at him before she was escorted away to her interview.

Chat Noir looked back down at the note in his hand with a smile of his own. “Anywhere you go, my Lady,” he murmured.

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Buy me a coffee?

Chamber of Secrets - Part 14

Originally posted by ariesw1493

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: Eeeeeeeeep! It’s getting closer and closer! This one was really fun to write, I hope you guys like this one 😉

Also, kinda (very) out of topic, but mom readers out there, any tips in dealing with toddlers who just won’t fucking eat? I’m running out of ideas and I’m so damn close to a mental breakdown.  

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Imagine Chris finding out you wrote his favorite love story.

A/N: Part 2 is here, yo! :) You can find the previous parts here: (Unexpected Reader - Part 1) I’m really liking where this is going, do you? ❤️

After Chris returned with your second vanilla latte, and his first green tea- he wasn’t a coffee person unless his schedule needed him to be- the both of you chatted at your corner table in Starbucks. The way you talked to each other, it was like two old friends rather than a fan with her celebrity crush. You’d started the conversation incredibly nervous; you’d had to hide your clammy palms under your butt in fear that he’d reach over and give your hand another pat or gentle squeeze. But the more you talked to Chris, the calmer you became about the whole situation. You didn’t know what it was about him that normalized him despite his celebrity status and deadly good looks, but for a second- you could almost forget that you were talking to Chris Evans.

Believe it or not, Chris was everything you’d imagined he’d be, and more- if that was even possible. The way you’d portrayed him in your stories was- as far as you could see- a hundred and ten percent accurate. The man was sweet, kind, funny, intelligent, and real. Chris was real, he was real with his questions, his comments, and his interest in what you had to say. You were so lost in the conversation- in his darling blue eyes- that you forgot to take some notes so you could write a piece based around this once in a lifetime meeting, though you doubt you needed anything to remind you of this interaction. You were pretty sure this was something you were going to remember on your deathbed, which was surely moments away if he continued to smile at you the way he was.

Now the realistic side of you reminded you not to fall too hard for, or get too attached to the man you clearly had no chance with; you had to know that Chris was just talking to you to pass time in a boring airport. But the hopelessly romantic and imaginative side of you said otherwise; Chris wasn’t the kind of guy who would approach a girl unless he was genuinely interested, be it romantically, or platonically. You may not have known him personally, but you knew he wasn’t the kind of guy who would lead people on, or use people. You’d watched enough interviews, read enough articles and fan encounters, and written enough fan fiction to know that he was a genuinely nice guy who was worth befriending and loving if you were ever lucky enough to acquire those chances. Perhaps you didn’t have a chance at being his girlfriend like you’d always dreamed of, but maybe- just maybe, you had a chance at being his friend.

“So tell me, Y/N.” He began and smiled when he saw how much more relaxed you were with him now than you were at the start of the conversation. Your hands had dried and returned to thrum the tabletop quietly as you waited for him to finish his sentence. “What made you want to pursue screen writing?”

“Would you believe me if I said you?” You quizzed with a small smile, which grew wider when you saw him smile. You started explaining when you saw his facials prompt a continuation, “I um- I’ve always loved writing, ever since I was kid. I liked making up stories, imagining all the different lives I could live and all the different jobs I could do. It was a good escape from my mundane life,” you admitted with pursed lips. “But uh- I never really thought about turning it into a career until I started writing fan fiction about you on Tumblr.”

“How do you mean?”

“I wrote as an escape,” you said and he nodded, acknowledging what you’d told him earlier “I took myself into a different world where I could have the perfect life with the perfect guy so I could feel better. Writing was like a safe haven, a place where nothing bad could get to me. It made me happy and I realized…” You trailed off, licking your dry lips. “There must be a lot of people like me out there who needed someone else to be, someone wonderful to be with. I just- there had to be someone out there who needed a safe haven too.”

“So you started posting on Tumblr,” he finished for you and you nodded.

“I started out pretty slow, I had a few likes here and there. Um- It took a while for me to build a fan base, but eventually- I had a reasonable number of readers who supported all my pieces. A lot of them thanked me for writing something that took their mind off a bad day. Some thanked me for making them smile and-” You felt your eyes welled with tears of joy; you were still touched every time you talked about your interactions with your readers. “And some would tell me that my stories gave them a reason to hold out for a love as strong as the ones I wrote about.”

Chris smiled as he listened to you answer his question in great detail with an indescribable amount of pride and passion. He felt his heart flutter as he unknowingly starting falling for you. You were a lot like the protagonist in one of his favorite love stories, which was surprisingly a Chris Evans mini series written by a fan on Tumblr. He’d found the link lodged away in his Twitter mentions, a simple sentence “you deserve a love as strong as this” caught his attention and invited him into the world of fan fiction. He spent a whole day reading the entire series and wishing he’d the life that Chris Evans had, wishing he had the girl that Chris Evans had. He was still yet to ask if you’d heard about the series, perhaps you could help him find out who wrote it because he’d love to meet and talk to the talented and obviously lovely author who surely based the second person protagonist around herself. Maybe she was the one, maybe they could get together and try to work towards the life she wrote about.

“What I thought was a hobby changed people’s lives for the better,” you continued and he nodded, smiling. “So how can I not make that into a career? How can I waste my ability to inspire and touch people through my words? To make them realize that they deserve something great? I don’t know, I’m rambling a little.” You chuckled nervously and he shook his head. “I just feel like if I can change one life, my time on this earth has been worthwhile.”

“That’s sweet,” he smiled. “Like- that’s just-” He found himself at a lost for words as he watched you intently. He chuckled softly with a shake of his head, “you’re- you’re kind of amazing, Y/N.” You felt your cheeks flush as you bit back your growing smile. “That is- that’s an amazing answer to such a simple question. But before I say anything else, I don’t think I have anything to do with your decision. I’m just one of the pieces, y'know? I mean- it sounds to me like you would’ve done something amazing with your talent even if you weren’t a fan of mine. I was just lucky enough to be the one you wrote about, I had nothing to do with any of it.”

“Well that’s not entirely true,” you chuckled. “I wouldn’t have pursued anything if I weren’t a fan of yours.” You told him and he narrowed his eyes in confusion. “Yes, I would’ve wrote about someone else but- your success story is kind of what made me push myself into studying screenwriting. In all your interviews, you talked about pushing yourself into what scares you. Like working with Marvel and going to New York to pursue your acting career- those stories are what inspired me to pursue my own, I would’ve never if it weren’t for you.”

He smiled, unsure of what to say except, “I’m glad I could help. You’re very talented from what I could see over your shoulder,” he said then chuckled when you did. “Would you mind letting me read something else of yours? I promise I won’t judge,” he told you when you looked hesitant. “Unless you’re one of those kinky smut writers,” he teased. “‘Cause then maybe there’ll be a little judgement.”

“Hey, some of my best friends are kinky smut writers.”

“Oh,” he chuckled. “Well, I don’t mean any disrespect to them. I’m just- stunned they can come up with what they come up with. Perhaps I should take a few tips, turn my vanilla based life into something more swirly.” He joked and you laughed, covering your mouth when you realized you were attracting attention.

“Like you need any tips on how to get things done in the bedroom,” you said then blushed when he smiled. “Fine,” you opened your laptop screen and turned it towards him after opening your most successful piece; your mini-series. “It’s um- It’s a mini-series, so it’s fairly long.” You explained and Chris’ heart skipped a beat; his eyes quickly scanned what was in front of him so he could determine if you were the girl he was looking for. “You don’t have to read it all, you can just-”

“Holy crap,” his eyes stopped at one of the many sentences he’d read a thousand times. “Drunk minds speak for a sober heart,” he mumbled to himself then looked up at you. Your eyes narrowed in confusion when you saw the way he was looking at you. Was that- adoration? You were about to question him when he smiled and breathed, “it’s you.”

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Part 3A

Because When It’s Only Raining, It’s Better To Surrender. - Part 2

Cloudy Sky, It’s Still Raining

Author: @dylan-trash-tbh

Pairing: Stuart x Reader


Warnings: abusive relationship, swearing

A/N: PART TWO :) I hope you’ll like it. I’d love to hear what you guys are thinking about it.. 

Thanks again Piggie for being my partner in crime for this 🐷💕I freaking love you! @golddaggers



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Joe Sugg x Reader #3

Warnings: none that i can think of 

Word Count: 2.3k 

Requested: nope just realized that i’ve never written about a wedding before, and i’ve been in 2 and i love them 

Note: i don’t know how i’m gonna write vows for my own wedding after writing these tbh ~K

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Originally posted by livingthesugglife


Everything in the past 5 years in your relationship, had led up to today. All the planning, stress, and tiny little details that came with 6 months worth of wedding planning accumulated to today and you could not wait. Today you were getting married to your best friend, as absolutely cheesy as it is to say that. Leading up to today you had not been nervous at all, but as you were surrounded by your mom, the getting ready team, and your bridesmaids, sipping on the mimosa that had been placed in your hand as you got up that morning, nerves were running through your entire system.

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Once an old lady came up to my register and as I was ringing her up she was slightly giving me the tone that every question I was asking her was annoying or wrong? Like she said them all with like a smile but it sounded like annoyed parent voice

Me: Do you have a rewards card?
Her, digging through her purse: I’m getting it RIGHT now :)
Me, eyeing her huge purse: Do you need a bag?
Her: Well, of COURSE :)

And then when I asked her if she wanted her receipt, which I ask everyone who doesn’t immediately walk away, she gets the most annoying and this part really made me irritated

Me, a simple meme farmer: Do you want your receipt?
Her, apparently knows better than me: Don’t ever ask that question. I’ve been shopping at greenwalls for a long time and I know that it’s greenwalls policy to always give the receipt :)
Me, done: Have a nice day ma'am :))))))))))))

And then she went to the next cashier’s counter talk to my coworker, an older lady that love to chat with customers and is friends with lots of them

As that’s happening, the young guy who walked up to the line just as I was finishing the last transaction came up to my register with like one item. At the end, while the lady was still right next to us chatting, I asked if he wanted his receipt and he laughed and rolled his eyes towards the lady and said no. That made me feel better because that means it’s not just me who thought she was being annoying lol

I mean, I’ve been working here for almost a year and was trained on the register by the coworker the lady was actually talking to! She asks people if they want their receipts, literally everyone does, even the managers when they ring. No one ever told me it was policy to just give them whether the customer wants it or not. Even other locations ask 😞

I MOVED HOUSES. It was difficult and we didn’t hire anyone to help with it so my dad did 70% of the moving (he was basically superman), I did 15% and various other persons did the other 15%. There was a lot of stuff to move.  A lot. Once we finished, the next day I had to rest my back All Day. I was particularly rekt. Didn’t have internet for two days until the internet guy came to install it (scratch the new floors we dont own and treat me like crap) AND the next day I discovered why every pain felt so strong: mother nature finished knocking on my door and just made her way into my house and knocked me out (you get me?). I died for three consecutive days.. more. But here I am. With internet. And feeling better. 



mercy pt 3

Genre: Angst

Length: 3.4k words

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader/Jimin

Summary: You knew the relationship was falling apart, you just couldn’t accept it. 

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Grabbing my change from the cashier, I thanked her, taking my groceries and heading towards the exit. I swiftly make my way to my car almost throwing everything in the backseat and put my seat belt on. I had a pounding headache and I was more than relieved to be going home after a long day at work. Even though I was incredibly happy because of my new job title, it was more responsibility. I barely had time to breath lately much less do anything else, thankfully it was Friday which meant I would have the next two days off. Opening the door to my apartment I set all the groceries down and plop myself on the couch taking my shoes off in the process. Finally some time to myself.

I turned on the TV and checked my phone only to be disappointed once I realized that Jimin never got back to any of the texts I had sent him in the past few days. I figured he must’ve been busy as well, but his social media says otherwise. I checked his profile and sure enough he had posted less than two hours ago. Was he ignoring me? Since I met him we were always together, and I felt bad for my crazy work schedule recently that I actually didn’t notice. For the next ten minutes I debated on what to do and my eyes glanced at the clock, 10:30pm.

Sending him another text would be either a hit or miss, he can either reply or completely ignore. To be quite honest, I didn’t want to wait for his text so I slipped my shoes on with the intention to catch him on his break. But to my own surprise I couldn’t open the door. I mentally cursed to myself for being too much of a coward and started pacing back and forth in my living room. What if he genuinely was busy? Maybe I was overreacting and blowing everything out of proportion, but something didn’t feel right. Reluctantly I opened my door and ran towards the gym praying that I would catch Jimin in time. As I got closer I slowed down and catched my breath and relief washed over my body as I saw him standing outside looking at his phone.

“Jimin!” I yelled out still trying to get my breathing back to normal. He looked up and his face instantly dropped making my heart ache.

“Y/N.. hi..” He mumbled, “What are you doing here?” He said rather coldly looking back at his phone.

“I came to see you, we haven’t talked in a couple days and I was getting worried.” I mumbled surprised by his tone at me.

“No need to be worried Y/N.”

“A-Are you ok? You haven’t got back to my texts,” I softly said “did I do something wrong?” He raised his eyebrow “Oh. Right, the reason for that is that I simply didn’t want to text you back.” He flatly said.

My eyes widened “What do you mean? Did I do something wrong Jimin?” I questioned.

“No you didn’t. Why do you care so much anyways? I’m sure Yoongi hasn’t made time for his side so you came running to me.”


I stood there not knowing what to say, not knowing what to do, unable to move. Truth is I hadn’t spoken to Yoongi at all. Sure he had crossed my mind but I didn’t have a desire to talk to him so Jimin’s words especially hurt. Why was he acting like this? I felt tears running down my cheeks and I immediately wiped them away, “I-I’m sorry for bothering you Jimin.” I whispered looking towards the direction of my house “I guess I’ll just leave then.” And before he could say anything else, I was already running down the street finally able to let out the sobbing I was holding in looking back one more time only to find him already gone.

I barged in my house practically ripping my jacket off and slamming my bedroom door closed. My sobbing lasted longer than I wanted too but I eventually closed my eyes and dozed off to sleep.

I woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache and a tear stained pillow. The events from last night came rushing back to my head making my throat close. Getting myself out of bed, I walked to the kitchen pouring myself a cup of water to ease my body. After gulping down my water I put my cup in the sink and dragged myself to the bathroom. I took one good look at myself in the mirror and I almost screamed at my appearance. Clearly I had forgotten to take my makeup off the night before and crying all night only made me look worse. Alright Y/N get yourself cleaned up.

I turned the shower on waiting for the water to get warm before getting in. I took my clothes off and stepped in. I spent a good forty-five minutes before I finished my shower routine and turned the water off grabbing my towel and wrapping it around my body. Thankfully it made me feel a lot better and I made my way to my closet to change into clothes for the day. Just as I put some socks on I heard a knock on my door. I walked towards the front door checking the peephole first before opening it and I smiled once I saw it was who it was.

“Namjoon!” I yelled out at him opening the door and running in his arms. I missed him more than anything and for him to show up at my door out of nowhere definitely made me happy.

I felt him wrap his arms around me and I led him inside leading him to the living room.

“Ahh Y/N if I knew you were going to be this excited to see me I would show up unexpectedly more often.” He chuckled following me to the couch and taking a seat next to me.

“I’m just really happy to see you, I missed my best friend.” I pouted at him.

“I missed you too Y/N.” he said “But hey you’ve been busy too I came to make sure you were at least eating something.”

I rolled my eyes “Of course I have Joonie, have you?”

“Oh really? Have you ate today?” He questioned.

“YA in my defense I woke up late” I said smiling at him trying to come up with an excuse.

“Typical child” He said grabbing my face making me look at him only to frown once he saw how swollen my eyes were. I quickly looked away standing up “U-uh do you want something to drink? Something to ea-”

“Why are your eyes swollen.” He said ignoring my question. I mentally slapped myself for not putting makeup on sooner. Here we go…

“I stayed up really late last night watching dramas, I think watching too much made my eyes irritated.” I blurted out hoping he would drop it.

“You’re a really bad liar Y/N” He responded “If you’re not going to tell me I’ll go ask Yoongi myself AFTER I beat the crap out of him.” He calmly said standing up walking to the front door.

“No no no.. wait Namjoon it’s not because of Yoongi.” I argued standing in front of him to prevent him from leaving. He raised his eyebrow confused “Then what happened?”

“I’ll tell you..” I began “But it’s a long story Joonie.”

“I have time.” He blurted out sitting back down.

For the next hour I told him everything. From meeting Jimin, to the fight with Yoongi, to the restaurant incident, and to the events from last night. Namjoon patiently listened without saying a word and wiping my tears away as I told him how hurtful Jimin’s words were. He took every word I said in and held my hand the whole time.

“You said his name was Jimin right?” He spoke up after I finished talking. I nodded my head and he took out his phone pulling up a page and showing me his social media “This Jimin?” He asked handing me his phone. Looking through the page I recognized it right away. Again I nodded confused, “Wait Joon how do you know him?” I asked giving him back his phone.

“I went to highschool with him, he’s one of my good friends.” He said “Which is why I find all of this weird. Jimin isn’t like this.”

“How come you never told me? Or introduced me to him?” I asked in disbelief.

He gave me a look “You know how I am with you Y/N I never bring you around my friends because I know what they’re like.”

“Well yeah but still!” I yelled out annoyed.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt.” He began, “Remember when you started dating Yoongi? I almost killed him just by him not asking me before he asked you out.”

I giggled “Yeah yeah dad I remember” I mocked.

“And look how that turned out Y/N.” he added. I remained quiet because after all he was right.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this earlier?” He asked making me look up at him.

I sighed “honestly Joon I was going to tell you.”

I ran my fingers through my hair frustrated “I just didn’t know how too and it’s been too much.”

He nodded understanding and put my hands in his “What am I going to do with you?” He joked.

I chuckled “I don’t know.” I replied shrugging my shoulders.

“My job is to be here for you when you’re going through stuff like this, please tell me next time.”

“I know and I’m sorry. I promise I’ll stop being this annoying with my problems.” I whispered.

“Hush. You’re never annoying.”

“What about you huh! Any girl troubles?” I asked changing the subject.

“No girls for me yet, I’ve just been so busy with work.” He said laughing. “By the way I’m having a party tonight at my house I want you there Y/N.” he said

“A party? Like with people?” I hesitantly asked.

“Yes with people.” He stated, “please come.”

I softly smiled at him “I’ll be there Joonie.”

He shot me a big smile bringing out his dimples “Good, I’ll see you tonight then! Love you Y/N”

“Love you more” I replied leading him to the front door as we said our goodbyes.

I spent the rest of the day cleaning up my apartment to pass time and watching dramas. As much as I wasn’t up to go to a party, I wanted to be there for Namjoon. The day passed rather quickly and by the time it reached 7pm, I was already raiding my closet to find an outfit to wear. Jeans or a dress? I quickly did my best to put an outfit together and thanks to my good sense of style, I managed to find one sooner than I thought. Relieved, I made my way to the bathroom and got started on my hair and makeup. After about thirty minutes I was done and finally ready. I grabbed my phone and I was out the door.

I made it to Namjoon’s house and boy was it super packed. Drinks were everywhere, music was blasting, and people were everywhere. I squeezed through the endless bodies of people and tried to find Namjoon letting him know I was here and once I found him he immediately handed me a drink. “I’m so glad you’re here, enjoy yourself but not too much! I’m watching you.” He warned giving me a stern look. I nodded at him laughing letting him get back to greeting people and made my way to an empty spot in the house sipping on my drink telling myself to have a good time. It was when I was getting a refill that I noticed someone staring at me from the corner of my eye. I looked up only to see Jimin on the other side of the room looking over at me. Great. His gaze never left my face as I grabbed another drink and I looked away walking back to my spot on the couch. I was doing my best to avoid Jimin’s stare until I noticed someone else arrive.. Yoongi.

Fuck. What the hell are they doing here?

Yoongi seemed to almost immediately spot Jimin and due to Jimin having his attention at me, Yoongi quickly averted his eyes to mine. We kept our eyes locked on each other for what felt like hours until I managed to glance at Jimin. He was no longer looking at me and instead he was burning holes into the side of Yoongi’s face.

What the fuck is going on?

I turned around and walked towards an empty spot on the couch away from both of them and anxiously sipped my drink. Although neither of them talked to me, they were both shooting death glares at each other.

God this was so frustrating, don’t let this ruin your night Y/N…

I hastily stood up from the couch and began walking to the backyard for some air and to get away from both of their views. Thankfully there were less people outside and I quickly found an empty chair. I gulped down my drink and before I could grab another one I felt someone beside me already handing me one. I looked up and smiled reaching over to accept it. He looked to be around my age and although he was quite buzzed, his attractive features stood out almost instantly.

“Can I sit?” He asked.

I nodded scooting over making some room for him “thanks for the drink by the way.” I said.

“No problem, you here alone by any chance?” He asked putting his hand on my knee. I tensed up and shook my head yes. “Uhh yeah I am”

He smirked “Can I keep you company tonight?”

I stuttered, “o-oh you don’t have too.”

“I’d like too.” He said taking another chug from whatever the hell he had in his cup and throwing his hand over my shoulder pulling me closer to him. “I’d also like to rip that dress off of your pretty little body later.” Warning bells went off in my head and I tried shoving him away from me only to have his grip on me tighten.

“Let me go!” I begged trying to escape his hold. At this point the people outside were starting to look over at what was going on making him growl as he let me go. I noticed both Jimin and Yoongi making their way outside through the crowd towards me. Suddenly I see Namjoon pop out of nowhere grabbing the guy by the collar of his shirt throwing him on the floor causing the drink to fall out of his hand.

“Get the FUCK out of my house.” Namjoon barked stepping closer to him with his fists clenched.

I looked over to the guy who was struggling to pick himself up from having one too many drinks and let out a grunt. I went behind Namjoon hiding myself from the eyes glued on me, “you ok Y/N?” He asked turning his attention back to me pulling me into his arms once he saw him leaving. I nodded burying my face in his chest to prevent myself from crying even harder. “I swear I’m going to kill him” he grumbled grabbing my hand leading me away from the crowd. I pulled away from him as my body relaxed and sighed, “I ruined the party mood huh?”

“No, you didn’t. It just made me remember why I don’t bring you around my so called friends.” He said frowning. “I swear I’m gonna kill that kid.” I gave him a soft smile “Thank you,” I reassured, “But I think I’m going to call it a night.”

He nodded as we both walked to the front yard passing both Yoongi and Jimin, I however refused to look up at them.

“I’ll call you tomorrow Y/N” he replied sighing giving me a quick hug “And text me when you get home safely ok?”

“Will do Joon” I said grabbing my keys from my pocket and waving him off.

I began walking along the sidewalk towards my car which was parked farther than I hoped. I took my phone out to check the time, 12:33am

Was I really at that party for that long? It sure didn’t feel like that much time passed. I shoved my phone back in my pocket as my car came into view and I felt my body being pulled back without warning. I let out a yelp and did my best to steady my balance. “What the hell?”

“Y/N,” I heard the voice say immediately recognizing who it belonged to, “Are you okay?”

“I’m not in the mood to talk right now Jimin,” I harshly replied straightening myself up continuing to walk to my car. “Especially to you.”

His face fell, “Wait wait wait please can we talk?” He begged softly grabbing my hand. I rolled my eyes at him and pulled my hand back scoffing, “Talk about what Jimin? I don’t want to hear how pathetic of a person I am anymore.”

“Please just hear me out” He pleaded stepping closer to me closing the space between us.

“I’m sorry Jimin.” I whispered keeping my head down picking up my pace and heading to my car.

“Do you still love him?” He yelled out making me freeze and stop in my tracks.

“What?” I questioned locking my eyes with his, “What are you talking about?”

“Yoongi.” He quietly said not taking his eyes off of mine.

“I-I don’t-” I choked out not knowing what to say

“I don’t know Jimin.” I finished looking down on the floor this time avoiding his reaction.

“I was ignoring you.” He admitted, “And I-I know what I said to you can’t be taken back but I was just..”

“Just what?” I blurted out interrupting him, “Just what huh Jimin? Do you think what you said to me not hurt?


“Goodnight Jimin.” I said not waiting for his response.

“I like you.” he confessed, “I like you more than I thought I would.”

“Then why did yo-”

“I was scared.” He said cutting my sentence off, “I didn’t think I had a chance since..”

“Since I still love him.” I finished for him. I let out a laugh as I felt tears forming in my eyes. “Tell me Jimin, how did you even know I still felt something for him?”

“He told me.” He confirmed, “and even if he didn’t it was written all over your body.”

“Regardless you were the one person who actually made me forget about him even if it was just for a little while and even though I knew I was dumb for still loving someone like that, I had hope you looked past that.” I choked out as tears fell down my cheeks, he reached out to wipe them away but I harshly turned my head away refusing.

“Let me get you home Y/N, we can talk there.”

I furiously shook my head, “No.”


“She said no.

Both our heads turned around to meet the one and only owner of the voice I knew far too well.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I muttered in disbelief. “Don’t you think you’ve done enough to me the past few months Yoongi?” I whispered stepping closer to him not breaking eye contact, “Why do you always do this shit to me, do you ever take my feelings into consideration at all?”

I was fuming now and my heart was racing, a million of emotions ran through my body but anger was the only thing that took over me. I glared at Yoongi waiting for his response but when it didn’t come I got more frustrated.

“Now you’ve got nothing to say?” I hissed, “Why can’t you just stop giving me mixed signals? I’m just tired of this, I want to be happy Yoongi..”

“I want you to be happy Y/N I really do,” He whispered with tears in his eyes threatening to fall,  “But I want you to be happy with me.

It took me a while to process his words but once I did my mind began racing and I didn’t have any strength to answer him.

“I just can’t do this anymore.” I muttered. “I need space, from both of you guys.”


“NO. Just leave me alone for the next couple days.” I warned, “Please.” With that I turned to my car and leaving them both standing there speechless.

Don’t look back.

author’s note: Hiiii guyyyyss! :) I really hope you guys liked it! 


Requested:  Sick Shawn      

Shawn Mendes x Reader

words: 771

Shawn and you had planned to go on a date today, since the last time you two were out together was already some time ago. You two are going to go to one of your favourite restaurants and enjoy time together, before Shawn´s tour will start again next week. While you were standing in front of your closet, thinking of what to wear tonight, your phone rang. 

You expected that it was Shawn who called you, but it was Aaliyah, Shawn´s sister. You were confused at the beginning because she normally would text you if she needed something, but of course you answered anyway. 

She told you that Shawn wasn´t feeling very well and if you would be able to come, since her parents weren´t at home and she was worried about him and didn´t know what to do. So instead of spending another hour in front of your closet, you drove to Shawn´s place.

As you arrived Aaliyah let you in and welcomed you with a hug. As you walked in Shawn´s room and saw him rolled up in his bed, covered in sheets, eyes closed, you know why she called you. He really didn´t look good. His eyes were closed and you could see his pale, tensed face, covered in sweat. He didn´t noticed you, so you lightly knocked on his door. He opened his eyes and when he recognized you, he looked confused at first but after a second he smiled, happy to see you.

“What are you doing here? Wasn’t I supposed to pick you up?” he said with a hoarse voice but still a light smile on his lips. “Aaliyah called me. How’re you feeling?” “Better, now that you’re here”, he answered smirking. “Shawn, I’m serious.” you said with a smile. “Okay I’m not feeling very well.” You raised an eyebrow and eyed him. “Okay. Honestly? I feel awful. I´m cold and warm at the same time and my whole body hurts. My head hurts like someone´s beating against it and I feel like I´m the weakest person on earth right now”, he admitted. 

“Aaliyah said you already took medicine?” you asked. “Against the headache yes, but it didn’t really get better.” You touched his forehead with your hand. “You feel quite warm. Do you have a thermometer?” “In the bathroom” he answered. “Of course you don´t feel good, you have fever.”

You cooled down his head with a towel and cold water, made him a hot cup of his favourite tea and after you made sure he took something antipyretic you cuddled up next to him. After a while you mumbled against his bare shoulder: “Get some rest. I’m sure it will get better when you sleep.” You placed a peck upon, before you got out of his bed. “But what about our date? I promised you I will take you out before I’m on tour again, and tonight would be perfect”, he said disappointed. “The most important thing is that you get well as soon as possible. We can go out another time, but you have to be fit until next week.” You took his hand, while he began to speak again: “I’m really sorry, I know you looked forward to it.” “Don´t apologize. I just want to spend time with you and if it is at a restaurant or here doesn’t matter” you reassure him, and when you let go of his hand, you noticed how his eyes already got heavier.

Meanwhile, you cooked dinner and when Shawn went downstairs after his nap, you were laying the table and dinner was ready to eat. “What did I do to deserve you?” he asked with a hungry look at the self-made Spaghettis’, which made you laugh.  

“Dinner was great, thank you for cooking, I already feel a lot better.” he told you after you finished cleaning the kitchen. “No need, to thank me. I think it was a good replacement for our date, wasn´t it?”, you smiled. “It was perfect.” He hugged you tightly and after minutes he began to speak again: “I will miss you, when I´m on Tour.” “I will miss you too, so much.” You said, while looking him in his eyes, one hand on his cheek. “Thanks for taking care of me so well. I would love to kiss you now but I don’t want you to get sick too.” “I see. No, you shouldn’t kiss me.” “I mean, I already feel a lot better, but you´re right, I really shouldn’t” “You will do it anyway, won’t you?”, you said with a grin. “You know me way too well”, he said smirking and kissed you gently.

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FINALLY DONE! *collapses*

So four months since starting and after about 2 and a half months of basically constant work (to the point of styling and braiding in the hotel room XD), Nori got done in time for DragonCon!  Well, mostly done- I actually have a few tweaks, some more weathering, and maybe a prop to make by NYCC, but we’re gonna call it done. ;P  This was definitely the most involved cosplay I’ve ever made, and quite a learning experience- I had never made a muscle suit, done leatherwork, or ventilated hair before, so there was a lot to learn and do in not a ton of time (plus making the fem version at the same time).  But with it done it was really rewarding, and I feel like I’m a much better costumer on the other side of it.  So excited to wear it again soon!

I want to send out a massive thank you to anybody who not only helped me or taught me something that helped me finish this project, but also those who cheered me on or listened to my stressed rambling.  Seriously, this would not have happened without all of you. <3

Costume and editing- Me
Photos- David Vining of Dave’s Creative Side

“Camping” Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2,071

Sam Winchester x Reader

Request: Can you do a Sam x Reader where she’s sad because she see’s people camping and she’s always wanted to go camping before but since she grew up a hunter she never got to. And Sam feels bad for her and takes her camping. Just like super fluffy and maybe ending in a kiss?

Warnings: Fluff, like one swear word, making out (is that a warning?)

Originally posted by lauraboline

Road trips through Kansas were the worst.

There was a case in Colorado that you and the boys were going to, somewhere up in the Rocky Mountains. You were excited to get there, but man, was Kansas just absolutely boring to drive through. You love the state and you’d never want to live anywhere else, but there was just a lot of fields.

You’re currently sitting in the back of the impala, playing a game with Sam that you always did while on road trips. 20 questions. It seems childish, but it passes the time.

“What’s one thing you’ve always wanted to do but never could?” Sam asked as he turned around to face you from the front seat of the impala.

“Well, you know how we drove past that campground earlier? And all those families were walking around, looking like they were having the time of their lives?” You ask. Sam nods. “I’ve always wanted to go camping. It just looks so much fun- I love being outside and being around nature, I always have. I was never allowed to go when I was younger. Dad would always say that there’s too many monsters lurking out in the woods.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. My dad kept us from doing a lot of stuff when we were younger. We definitely didn’t grow up the most normal of lifestyles. Most of our childhood was spent in and out of different motel rooms and schools.”

“So it was like being an army brat without the actual army part?” You asked. You’ve known Sam and Dean for a few years now, and you’d call yourselves pretty close, but their childhood was one thing they never really talked about.

“Yeah, except way worse.” Sam laughed. You could see the hurt in his eyes despite his laughter, and it made you frown.

“Eh, it wasn’t all bad.” Dean says. “We wouldn’t be the people we are today if our dad didn’t put us through that.”

“That’s what my mom always used to tell me.” You laugh. “She would always insist that despite how much his rules sucked, it was what would keep me alive in the long run.”

“But camping? I mean, come on. That’s not fair for you.” Sam frowned.

“It’s okay, honestly. I used to get upset about these things, but I’ve learned to get over them.” You shrug.

“You guys feel like stoppin’ for some food?” Dean changes the conversation. “There’s a burger place up here.”


The rest of the drive was uneventful and boring. Sam was unusually quiet the entire time, and you tried to get some sleep. By the time you finally reached the small town in the Rocky Mountains that you were going to work a case on, it was almost two in the morning and you were burnt out.

“Please just find a motel and get us a room. I’m exhausted.” You complain to Dean. He’d just been driving around the town for a while, trying to find a ‘good’ motel, but at this point none of you cared anymore.

“Okay, princess.” Dean says sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

“Dean, just shut up and find a freakin’ motel.” Sam grumbled, waking up from his sleep. “And don’t be rude to Y/N. Not her fault you’re so indecisive.”

“So we’ve got two grumpy gills in the car. Fantastic. You two were made for each other.”

Dean finally finds a place a few minutes later, pulling into the parking lot. While he went inside to check in, Sam helped you get your bags out of the car.

“They only had one room available. So, you’re gonna have to sleep with Sam. Sorry.” Dean doesn’t sound apologetic at all.

“That’s fine.” You shrugged. You’ve shared a bed with Sam several times before back at the bunker. Both of you get nightmares, and you’ve found that sleeping next to someone at night helps drastically.

As soon as you get into the hotel room, you throw yourself on the bed and curl up under the blankets. It wasn’t the most comfortable bed you’ve ever slept it, but it was better than the impala.

You’re almost asleep when you feel Sam get in bed next to you. He pulls your waist closer to him and you two are basically in a spooning position, which would look very un-friendly to anyone else, but it was completely normal with you two. Even though you admittedly did have feelings for him.

“Night, Y/N.” He whispered in your ear.

“G’night, Sammy.”


The case was a bust. Another hunter had gotten to it first, so by the time you got there, the vampire nest was cleared out and there was nothing for you guys to do. On the bright side, you were literally in the Rocky Mountains in a tourist town, and you had your motel room for another night.

“Where’s Sam?” You ask Dean as you come out of the bathroom from your shower.

“I don’t know. He left right after you got in the shower and didn’t say where he was going.”

“That’s weird.” You frown, sitting on the bed to brush your wet hair. You were hoping to convince Sam to go with you around town.

“You know Sam likes you, right?” Dean turns around to face you.

“Well I would hope he likes me, I am his best friend and all.” You joke.

“No, Y/N. He likes you.”

“And how do you know that?” You peer at Dean.

“I can tell by the way he looks at you. I know my brother.”

“Why are you telling me this?” You question.

“Because I know how you feel about him, too. I’m getting real tired of you two basically eye-fucking each other all the time. Just please get together already.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You dismiss him. Were your feelings about Sam really that obvious? Even if they were, you were not about to discuss that with Dean.

“Whatever, Y/N.”

“Yeah, whatever.” You tried to cut off the conversation quickly.

You decided to go on a little walk, hoping to pass the time before Sam got home. You slide on your sandals, letting the warm, summer air hit your face as you slipped out the door. It really was beautiful out here. Some of the mountains in the distance still had snow at their peaks, despite it being mid-July. The sky was clear as it could be and the sun was shining down, not too hot but not too cold, either. It really was perfect out here.

Originally posted by flyngdream

The town was insanely cute. It had about every kind of shop you could imagine, from homemade candy shops, to soda shops, to apparel boutiques. You decide to stop inside of a small coffee shop, and you order an iced coffee. You’re sitting at one of the tables near the windows, admiring the nice day when you see the impala driving down the street.

Sam parks the car directly outside of the shop. He walks into the shop and comes straight to your table.

“How’d you know I was here?” You ask, taking a sip of your coffee.

“I texted Dean. I was going to go pick you up from the motel. I have a surprise for you.”

“Well, okay.” You smile, blush creeping onto your cheeks. “Is that why you’ve been gone for a few hours?”

“Yeah, it took some work.” He laughs. “You ready?”

“I am, but I would like to know what I’m getting myself into.” You laugh, finishing up your coffee and grabbing your purse.

“Too bad, it’s a surprise. I guarantee you’re going to like it, though.”

“I better.” You joke. “I’m surprised Dean let you take the car.”

“It took a lot of convincing.”

You two drove for what felt like forever, but the pretty scenery made up for it. You could feel his hand on your knee throughout the drive, but you didn’t think much of it.

“We’re almost there.” Sam tells you.

“Are you sure? It looks like we’re in the middle of nowhere. Are you taking me out here to kill me?” You fake being scared, putting your hand on your chest. This earns a laugh from Sam.

“We’re here.”

You look out of the window, and you want to cry.

“Sam…” You whisper.

Originally posted by mizar113

You were at a campground, but there weren’t any other campers around. There was a tent set up in the grass, next to a blanket with a picnic basket beside it. To the right, there was a fire pit and stuff for s’mores beside it.

“You like it?” Sam asks nervously.

“I love it.” You gush. “This is… Jesus, Sam. This is amazing. You did this all for me?”

“You mentioned you hadn’t ever gone camping and how much you wanted to. I thought you might like this. It’s our last night here, and since we don’t have to do that hunt anymore… I figured this might be your only chance.”

“Thank you so much.” You give him a big hug. The hug goes on a little longer than needed, but neither of you care.

You step out of the car, and walk over to the tent. It’s fairly big, and inside there were two sleeping bags along with blankets and pillows.

You have no idea how you were blessed with Sam.

“Looks like the sun is going down, we probably should start the fire.” Sam comments. The fire pit already had wood in it, so Sam put some lighter fluid over the wood to make the fire start.

You’ve never felt happier in your life than you do at this moment.

“What’s for dinner, Chef Sam?”

“Oh, I’m giving you the full camping experience. We’re eating hot dogs and s’mores for dinner.”

“I’ve never had a s’more.” You confess, walking over to the picnic basket and pulling out the package of hot dogs.

“Your world is about to change.”


“Remember that one time that we all got really drunk and you kept making those really terrible jokes? That was hilarious.” Sam laughs. It was dark outside now, and you and Sam were near the fire on a blanket, talking about anything and everything.

“God, yes, don’t remind me. I was so sick the next day.” You groan. You yawn, getting slightly tired.

“Do you want to go to bed?” Sam asks.

“I don’t want to force you go to bed if you’re not tired.”

“This night is all about you. We’re going to bed.” Sam picks you up bridal style, making you giggle, and he takes you over to the tent. You get under your sleeping bag, which admittedly wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, but who cares?

“Sam, this was probably the best day of my life.” You admit. “Thank you so much.”

You scoot your sleeping bag closer to him and he begins to play with your hair. You can tell that he’s staring at you, even though it’s basically pitch black inside the tent.

“You’re welcome.” He presses his lips to your forehead.

You don’t know what came over you, but when he did that, you grabbed his head and kissed him. You almost pulled away when you noticed what you had just done, but he kissed you back almost immediately. The kiss was long and sweet, him obviously not wanting to push you further than you wanted.

“Sam-“ you pulled away, but he cut you off.

“I’m in love with you.” He says quietly.



“I love you too.” You press your lips to his again. This time he kisses you a little harder, and he climbs on top of you. You tangle your hands in his hair as you two kiss.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” Sam pulls away, rolling off of you.

“Goodnight, Sam.” You lay on his chest, feeling his heartbeat underneath you.

You fall asleep like this, in his arms, feeling content and happy with the world.

Reversed Roles | Diana Prince

Originally posted by to-galgadot

Character: Diana Prince 

Word count: 1,244


Summary: Reader gets hurt and Diana takes care of them

Requested by: @gayyandtired love ya shortie  

  Typically, you were the once tending to Diana’s wounds from battle. You had taken care of her most of the time but, that all changed one afternoon when she got a call at work that you were  in the hospital.  

 She rushed over right away worried that something really serious had happened. She had dropped everything she was doing, got her coat and drove over to you. Diana practically broke every driving law there was but she could care less, she needed to know you were ok.

 When she got to the hospital she literally screamed at the nurse to tell her what room you were in. The nurse was so startled, she stumbled on her words but, Diana was able to understand what floor and room so she ran straight for the elevator and waited anxiously.

 Once she got you your floor she jogged looking for your room. Once she found it, she looked through the window to make sure it was you. When she saw it was she walked into the room look at you frantically to make sure you were okay.

 You were just watching tv when she walked in so when she looked at you crazily you were confused.

 “What did I do?” you asked confused. “What do you mean? I got a call saying you were hurt!” Diana practically yelled.

“I just fell down a flight of stairs and broke my ankle, no big deal,” you replied calmly. “What?! I thought you were injured even worse than that! They made it seem like you were dying!” Diana argued.

“I’m good, I have unlimited movie choices and free food,” you replied. Diana sighed and sat on your bed, “Well at least you’re okay.”

In the next few hours you were released but, had to use crutches for 2 months until your ankle fully healed.

So now here you were, sitting in the bed you shared with Diana, as she brought you breakfast in bed. Diana’s a perfectionist so everything looked very nice and neat. She even added a rose on the side for decoration.

“Thank you, love,” you said and ate your breakfast while Diana went to go wash the dishes she used.

It felt weird being the one who was being taken care of. You were always helping Diana out when she would get home from saving the world. Now she’s helping you when you fell down a flight of stairs. Not as cool as her but, you were grateful to have her by your side, even if she was exaggerating a bit with your injury.  

When she returned you were finished with the food so she took them back to kitchen and into the sink where she would wash them later. Right now she wanted to spend time with you. You had just gotten out of the hospital and they gave you pain meds that made you sleepy so you were asleep most of the time when you got home. Now that you were awake, she wanted some lazy time with you.

“How are you feeling?” Diana asked as she got under the covers with you.

“I feel a lot better with you here with me,” you said and cuddled into her shoulder.

Diana laughed a little and put her arm around your waist and pulled you closer if possible. You were facing each other and just stared into each other’s eyes for a while. She admired every aspect of your face. Your skin, your eyes, your nose, everything. She wondered how she got so lucky to have someone like you in her life. You were so supportive of her, loved her unconditionally, and just genuinely cared about her. She never had anyone she could rely on but, now she has you. You’re her whole world. She wouldn’t know what to do if she ever lost you.  

“Diana, why are you doing so much for me?” You asked, bringing her back to reality.

“What are you talking about, love?” She asked, confused.

“I literally just fell down some stairs and you’re acting like I just saved the world and you’re nursing me back to life. Isn’t that my job?” You responded, a small smile appearing on your face.

“That’s why I’m doing this, you always take care of me, it’s my turn to do the same,” Diana replied while caressing your cheek.

“Thank you, sweetheart. I appreciate it,” You said and grabbed her hand and kissed it lightly.

You both laid in silence together. It was a comfortable silence to. Diana lived for moments like these with you. She rarely ever got to spend moments like this with you. You were both always working and when you would get home you would both be dead tired and fall asleep almost instantly. It was nice to finally be able to spend quality time with you, even if you were both just laying in bed doing absolutely nothing.  

You felt like you could stay in bed forever but, eventually you both got bored and decided sit outside in your backyard. Diana made two cups of coffee and you both sat down on the bench on your porch, enjoying the calm weather.

You sat next to her, your head on her shoulder, her head resting on top of yours. Her hand was in yours, rubbing your knuckles lightly.

It was mid afternoon now, you and Diana talked for awhile and joked around a bit. There was never a dull moments when you were with Diana, She always knew how to make you smile. You couldn’t have asked for a more perfect woman to share your life with.

You spent almost all day outside just talking and just enjoying each other’s company. Diana prepared a small lunch for the both of you and you ate outside peacefully. Around sunset, Diana helped you back inside and sat you down on the couch. Just as she was about to start preparing dinner, you stopped her, “Let’s get chinese food instead.”

“But I want to make dinner for you, love,” Diana responded.

“I know and I appreciate it but you’ve done so much already. Plus I’ve been craving some beef and broccoli for a while already,” You said shrugging your shoulders and giving her a small smile.

“Okay then, anything for you,” She says taking out her phone and dialing the chinese restaurant’s number. She orders your usual meal and her’s. When she’s done she heads to the couch and turns on the tv. You both watch reruns of Friends before the food arrives minutes later.

The delivery guy rings your doorbell and Diana answers and pays him. She brings the food to the couch so you can eat and still watch tv. When you both finished, Diana threw away everything and sat back with you. She sat down sitting up right and you laid down your head on her lap. She stroked your hair, massaging your scalp slightly making you grow tired. Eventually you fell asleep but Diana continued you brush your hair from your face. Once again she was in awe of your beauty. Even with your face all squished up against her lap, light snores coming from you, she thought you were the most beautiful person in the world. No words would ever be able to explain her love for you. She felt like the luckiest woman in the world when she had you in her arms. 

so, realization struck me today when i was writing. for the last few months, i’ve been trying to write a novel, right? and every time i sit down to write, i’ve been like–oh man, i have to get to this word count or story won’t be good enough.

and it just hit me. why do i need to have a word count? why limit myself like that? my story will still be a story no matter how many words I use?

and it made me feel really calm because wow, i can just let the story do what it needs to do without feeling like i’m not good enough for it because i can’t meet this daily/weekly/monthly word count. 

it might be 100K or 30K by the end, but you know what’ll be awesome? 

that i finished it.

and i can do that a lot better if i actually write whatever amount i’m going to write rather than stress out about not writing x amount length at all. 

Pancakes, Pampering & The Perfect Day

A/N: An anon request for the anon that is just having a rough day and in need of fluff. The reader is feeling awful and Spencer does whatever he can to make her feel better. @coveofmemories


“What’s wrong?” Spencer said softly as he saw you sitting on the couch and staring off into the distance. “You feeling okay?”

Physically, you were fine. But you’d woken up this morning in a funk and didn’t know how to get out of it. Sometimes that just happened and there was little you could do but wait for it to pass. He could see it on your face. “Just one of those days?”

“Yea,” you said. “Sorry. It’s your day off. I wish I could snap out of it for you.”

He walked toward you and placed a kiss on the top of your head. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve got plans.” As you brought the blanket over yourself and relaxed into the couch, allowing the sun to stream over you, Spencer went into the kitchen and started making himself breakfast. You hadn’t eaten yet, but you weren’t in the mood to get up. Before you knew it, there was a plate of food in front of your face. “Chocolate chip pancakes,” he smiled. The pancake was smiling too; he made the chocolate chips into a happy face.

“You’re too cute,” you smiled. “And too good to me.” You tilted your head back and pursued your lips for a kiss before he went back to make his own pancakes. After he finished making his own, your apartment smelled completely of chocolate chip cookies. The warm feeling wafting over your body and making you feel a little bit better. You should have it smell like chocolate chips all the time - maybe you’d be permanently in a good mood. 

Without a word, Spencer came to sit by your side as he ate his breakfast. He’d forgotten to make coffee, so once he was done, he got up and made you both a cup before returning to your bedroom for something - you weren’t sure what. “What’s that?” you asked, not having looked over to see what it was. 

“Just get up,” he said. “Don’t look, get up and sit back down when I tell you to.” You got up, keeping your eyes closed as you rose off the couch and heard him sit down. “Go ahead, sit in my lap.” Once you sat down, you realized what he was doing - brushing your hair. You loved having your hair played with.

“What’s this for?” you asked groggily.

Continuing his gentle brushes down your waves of hair, you practically fell asleep in his lap. “You don’t feel great, so I’m going to do all of the things that normally make you feel better until tonight when you can go to bed and undoubtedly wake up feeling fine.” That’s normally what happened. Once you went to sleep, you woke up wondering what you were so sad about. “When I’m done, you’ll go get changed and we’re gonna go out.”


“It’s a surprise.”

After he finished brushing your hair, you could barely get up you were so relaxed. “I could literally sit here all day and have you do that.” But eventually, you were able to push yourself up and go get changed. Nothing but loose shirts and baggy pants for you today - you didn’t feel like putting in an effort whatsoever. “Will you tell me where we’re going now?”

“Nope,” he smiled, grabbing your hand and leading you down the stairs. Once you were down the street, you figured out where he was taking you. It was your favorite vintage clothing store. You hadn’t bought anything for yourself in a while, so maybe today was a day you could treat yourself. “Look around and buy whatever you want,” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist. “But whatever you try on, you have to show me.”

“Deal,” you giggled, turning back to take his lips in yours. Thankfully, there weren’t too many people around, so you allowed the kiss to linger instead of breaking it off. Over the next two hours, you tried on every weird vest, unique shirt and wacky pair of pants you could find. Then you saw a dress. “This is beautiful,” you said walking across the store to pick it up. The owner was right nearby. “Where did you get this from?”

“We have someone in the area that loves to sew these kinds of dresses, so we buy from her occasionally,” he said. It would be the perfect cosplay outfit. 

“Try it on,” you heard Spence say from behind you. As you went into the little dressing room they had and slipped on the tight, corseted, intricate dress, you wondered how much it cost. This was great work. The sewing was impeccable. The material was nice. Then you saw the tag. $450. Dammit. Whatever, you could still try it on and see how it looked. “How does it look?” he asked from outside. 

“I don’t know,” you said, opening the curtain and showing him. “I looked at the price tag, so I’m not going to look at it lest I fall in love with it.” Awed, he stood up and came up behind you to tie up the corset as best he could. It was a navy blue victorian dress. The kind that a woman in the late 1800s would wear out on any given day. “You look beautiful. What cosplay would you do for this?”

“Vanessa Ives!” you said, immediately tempering yourself when you remembered the price tag.

It dawned on him who you were talking about. “But then we couldn’t go in a couple’s costume.”

“Sure we could. You would be Mr. Ethan Chandler and I would be Vanessa Ives. You would make a cute Ethan. Got a great butt, like he does,” you said, playfully grabbing his butt and planting a kiss on his lips. “But it’s expensive as all hell, so I’m going to go with those crazy pink and blue pants I found for pajama pants.”

You were excited about wearing them to bed tonight. Spencer paid for them, even though you wanted to pay for yourself. So you looked around the store while he paid and returned with your bag in hand. “Now, we are going to go take a walk in the park, have an Italian Ice at the place next to the park that you like so much and then tonight, I’m going to draw you a nice bath with the lavender salts you like and then you can wear your crazy new pants to bed,” he said with a smile.

“Have I said you’re too good to me?” you laughed. You still didn’t feel great - there was a lingering sadness you couldn’t explain, but you would’ve been much worse off if it hadn’t been for him.

“You have, but I’m not. That’s what you do when you love someone.” The walk around the park was leisurely and perfect. The flowers were just beginning to bloom and the wind skimming off the lake was deliciously warm. “You gonna get a lemon ice?” he asked as you walked into the shop and placed your orders - lemon for you, as always, and cherry for him. It was always either cherry or cotton candy for him. The big baby. 

Once you finished your ices, you decided to head back to the apartment and take a nap while Spencer made dinner, a stir fry recipe you loved. “Wake up,” he said softly about an hour later. “I have a bath going.”

“I love you,” you mumbled as you got up. You did feel a hell of a lot better. Sleep is always what worked for you. “You gonna join me?”

“You want me to?” he asked hopefully. As if a bath with a naked, wet Spencer wouldn’t solve all your problems. “Go get in. I’ll be right there.”

You thought you heard the door open, but minutes after you sunk into the warmth of the tub, Spencer followed, slipping in butt naked behind you so you could lean against him. “This is nice. Thank you for today.”

“It’s no problem,” he said. “You feel better?”

“Yea, I do.”

“Then it was worth it,” he said softly as he kissed your ear. About 15 minutes later, the water had cooled, so Spencer got out, you drained the water and then he lifted you out and dried you off. It was so lazy, but you were really enjoying it.  When you walked into your bedroom, sans clothing, ready to put on your new loud pajama pants, you saw it hanging on the wall. The dress you tried on earlier.

“You bought that?” you asked, realizing how much money he spent on you today. “Why did you do that? It was so expensive.”

“It’s cosplay,” he said shrugging his shoulders. “Totally worth it in my opinion. “Plus, you look beautiful in it.”

You hopped into his arms, kissing all over his face for being such an amazing human being. “How about I wear my new pants tomorrow?” you winked.

I bet people who haven’t watched Hannibal enjoy a show like The Following a whole lot more. I just started episode seven and so far this show has made me feel exactly nothing. I mean for a show that has Poe as its central theme, it sure is lacking in poetry…

Does it get better? Or has Hannibal just truly broken me?

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