gosh he makes me heart stop

savethelastklance  asked:

um im not sure if we need a prompt number to ask for a fic maybe but ive been dying to read a shklance fanfic of someone saying to lance he doesnt deserve to be on the team and the team defending him and giving him reasons why he does and shiro and keith just shower him in love,gahhhh im rambling im sorry lol


*Clears throat* So yeah, hello!!! Without further a due, here you go! I hope that you like it and I did good! First time writing Shklance, it was a trip. Still gotta practice tho, to try and balance the characters.

Content: SHKLANCE and Mean Emperors. 

A N Y W A Y S, here ya go! 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. 

Non number but who cares. “shklance fanfic of someone saying to lance he doesn’t deserve to be on the team and the team defending him and giving him reasons why he does and shiro and keith just shower him in love” // Shklance.

“Your presence won’t be needed, Blue Paladin.”

Lance’s freezes at the words and raises his head slowly towards the voice, not even noticing how the entire team stop on their tracks with him.

The Emperor of the planet they just saved stares down at Lance with their unblinking bored feline eyes, vague disgust on the back of their pupil.

“Excuse me?” Lance hears a second voice behind him, cold and sharp and Lance suppresses the shiver that runs down his back when he recognizes it as one of his boyfriend’s.

The Emperor shrugs their shoulders nonchalantly, turning slightly to meet Shiro’s gaze from behind Lance. “This is an important meeting. The entire council will be there and each of your team is required to come with an agreement treaty because all of you have something to offer.” Their green feline eyes fall on Lance once again, expression bored and indifferent, “Except for the Blue Paladin, his…presence is not required.”

Lance’s smile wavers and he takes a shuddering breath in before he lets it out slowly, taking a step back.

“Ah, that’s alright, Your Highness.” Lance says, clearing the back of his throat subtly, “I will just – go back to the castle and stand guard, no problem.”

“Lance.” Keith says, scowling deeply at the brunet but Lance shrugs off his concerns.

“It’s okay. It’s fine.” He reassurance his boyfriend gently, spearing him a quick weak smile over his shoulder before turning to the Emperor.

“You Highness.” Lance says respectfully, doing a small bow at the royal before he stands up and turns around, heading towards the castle, ignoring Hunk’s soft calling of his name and Pidge’s hand on his wrist.

It’s until Lance’s out of their sight when Keith turns around and snarls into the Emperor’s face.

“You have no right –!” He snaps but he’s cut off short when Shiro’s places his Galra hand on his shoulder, keeping him in place.

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decayedrose  asked:

i love to cry so maybe lance x reader with 32? reader is slowly bleeding out and lance cant contact the others

Hey so I’m actually balling my eyes out right now and wow god bless you for this request. I think I’ll make a part two, I’m not sure yet, depends on what you all want:,)

part 2: https://takashishitogane.tumblr.com/post/160396129437/i-would-love-a-part-two-for-the-lance-37-it-was

The way it happened, was brutal and quick. You turned a corner, a blade slicing up and into your side. You froze, your body failing you as you collapsed to the ground. The blade still inside of you.

The way it happened, hurt you in every way. Thick, dark blood seeped through your fingers that now covered your skin. The skin that was just torn and shred seconds ago. The skin, that used to be touched so delicately by earth’s water.

The way it happened, ruined him.

“Oh gosh,” he stared at you, eyes as wide as they will ever become in his life. He turned the corner seconds after you collapsed to your knees.

His body felt stuck, yet he didn’t realize he was moving until he had reached you, grabbing your body and opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water.

He didn’t know what to do, he was out of power. His body shut down as he stared at you. He called for help through his helmet, not receiving an answer.

“Oh no, no no please.” The fire in his eyes melted into tears as he held his hand to your side. You stared at him, you didn’t even understand fully what was happening.

The blood dripped delicately onto his knees. Such a delicate manner, from such a horrible matter.

He brought his hands to your neck, holding gently under your jawline. He was so heartbroken. Liquid came from his eyes, mouth, and nose.

He felt numb. His body, his face, his heart. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to truly feel again.

“Hey, hey hey hey, keep your eyes on me, alright? Please, p-please don’t go..” He sobbed, pressing your head to his chest.

He began removing his armor, making it more comfortable for you. If this was your last breaths, he wanted you to be treated like a queen, like absolute royalty.

“Oh gosh.. I’m sorry, if I had just come earlier you wouldn’t be, you- you wouldn’t be,” he stopped, hunching over and sobbing. His forehead to yours.

Your hand shakily reached to his cheek, not noticing the horrendous amount of blood upon it. You rubbed your thumb shakily over his cheekbone.

“It’s not your fault,” you breathed in, tremors coursing through you, “this isn’t because of you.”

“No! No it is, you wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for me. Y-you’d be back on Earth. Having fun and being happy, being alive. I- I brought you here, I- I thought you could help us an-and now..” he trailed off. His eyes filled with a tsunami of tears and sadness.

“Lance, listen, keep your eyes, on me.” You leaned toward his shoulder, coughing up blood.

“Just, know…that I’m so, so glad. I’m, you brought me here.” Your voice was slowly making its way out, as well as your sight.

“I love you for that.”

He looked at your eyes, each one, one at a time taking them in. He wished he could’ve done this under softer circumstances. He wished he’d done this a long, long time ago.

You kissed him then. You had kissed him and you had given him your truth in a simple action and once again, like all the times you’ve done anything, Lance was blown away. He kissed back, being as gentle as he could so to not harm something so delicate as you.

You couldn’t speak anymore, every breath leaving your mouth was wasted air. Every breath was struggled just like your body itself. Your body was falling apart.

He held your face in his hands and just stared at you. What could he do now? He had no choice but to watch you become absent from his life. He had no choice but to watch you, all of you, leave. Your laugh, smile. The way you pouted whenever you thought of a plan, the way you’d snort at times with the littlest effort. He watched you, all of you, become simply mist in his life.

“I love you.” He whispered to you, pressing his wet lips to your forehead. His face felt swollen from the crying he had done already, his face might as well have been swollen from all the crying to come.

The last thing to be rid of your body during death, is hearing. The last, last thing.

And that’s what you did, you listened.

You listened as Lance sobbed, most likely leaving snot and tears upon your now pale skin. You listened as footsteps came from far away. You listened to Lance drag you toward him more, in fear of those footsteps being the ones of those he despised.

You listened as Keith came to the end of the hall, staring in pure horror and then screaming for the others. You listened to Keith run to Lance, sliding on his knees to your sides, tears pouring from his eyes as well.

You listened to the others slowly come to you, you listened to their cries and you listened to the way they sobbed over your body.

“Oh, Y/n, oh no no no no.” No’s echoed through you, becoming a symphony. You couldn’t tell who was who by their voices any longer.

“I tried, so hard to contact you, b-b-but i-it wasn’t working and I just tried so hard and I don’t know why-” Lance held you to him again, the others began yelling at each other, lifting your body up and running out of there as fast as they could.

The way it happened, was brutal and quick. As brutal as the blade that went through you. As brutal as the Galra’s Reign will fall. As brutal, and as quick, as Lance’s mentality.

The Stalker

Pairing: SilasxReader 

warnings : none i guess

fandom: Vampire Diaries 

Requested by an anon :  Hi i was wondering if i could request a vampire diaries imagine where Silas and the reader have a similar relationship to Klaus and Caroline Thankyou!!

I hope you like it ! 

Silas, Y/N had been thinking a lot about him the last few weeks. Sure he was selfish and arrogant and dangerous but he was different around her. The immortal wizard had been stalking her everywhere for a few months , it was weird at first , she had never talked to him before and one day he just started following her around , using his magic to gain her attention. 

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Not Who I Seem - Joshua Fluff

Originally posted by sugarjisoo

Request: hello! may I make a joshua request? in which he sings the song “introducing me from camp rock to the reader/his crush? thank you! have a nice day

Word Count: 1066


Member/Group: Joshua of SEVENTEEN

A/N: Okay, I totally forgot this song existed but when I searched it up and re-listened to the song, I really could see Joshua singing this song. For my fellow disney-kids from the 2000′s, I hope ya’ll enjoy this!xx

 The school bell ring, signaling the end of another long and tiring school day. You stepped onto the concrete sidewalk to begin your walk home, when you suddenly heard footsteps behind you. As somebody who was a young teenager that was well informed about stranger danger as a child, you spun around and pulled a large can of pepper spray out of your bag. The stranger yelped, but then you realized who it was: Joshua Hong.

 “YOU ASSHOLE. Why did you feel the need to scare me? We aren’t even friends…” Joshua nervously scratched the back of his neck as he avoided your eyes.

 “Um… I just wanted to ask you if you could come to that cafe near main street and help me study. I mean, you don’t have to, but I would really appreciate it considering how smart you-”

 “Yes. Just please, stop rambling. Let’s go.” You confidently stepped towards the cafe, utterly unaware of Joshua’s now scarlet cheeks.

 “So if Y=X squared, it’s a quadratic equation?”

 “Yeah, Josh… Why did you even ask me to come here if you know what you’re doing?” 

 “I thought it would be harder, plus I hate studying alone.” The boy’s response was clearly just an excuse, but you didn’t let him know you knew that.

 “Since we are done now, do you wanna go to the park?”

 “I HAVE A LIFE TOO. But fine, I’ll go…” Joshua got up from his chair and went to pay for your drinks as you gathered all of the school supplies that were scattered across the small table. When he came back, he grabbed his guitar case from under one of the chairs and led you out of small building.

 “So… How’s life?” You stared up at Joshua, and attempted to formulate a response in your head.

 “It kinda sucks right now. My parents are still in America for a business trip, and I have had nobody else to talk to except for my dog for the past six months. What about you?”

 “Well, I’m pretty good right now. Besides exam season coming up, the most stress I’ve felt lately was deciding whether I want Cheerios or Fruit Loops in the morning.” You couldn’t help the chortle that escaped your mouth, which in turn caused Joshua to burst into peals of laughter. 

 By the time you both stopped laughing, you had reached a pretty remote part of the park. You were about to sit on the grass when Joshua pulled a small blanket out of his backpack and laid it on the ground.

 “Did you plan this? Are you about to murder me and dump me in the woods or something?” Joshua wildly shook his head and gave you a strange look.

 “No, I come here a bunch to play the guitar. That’s why I keep this blanket with me.” More excuses.

 “Well, Mr. Guitar Man, why don’t you play me something? Make up a song about anything and let me hear what you sound like.” He thought hard for a few seconds before opening his guitar case and beginning to strum out the melodious chords.

I’m, I’m good at wasting time
I think lyrics need to rhyme
And you’re not asking
But I’m trying to grow a mustache

 A giggle escaped your mouth, but Joshua just smiled and continued playing.

I eat cheese, but only on pizza, please
And sometimes on a homemade quesadilla
Otherwise it smells like feet to me
And I, I really like it when the moon looks like a toenail
And I love you when you say my name

 Suddenly, you began to realize what he was singing about. A rosy blush crawled across your cheeks, and you began to get anxious.

If you wanna know
Here it goes
Gonna tell you this
The part of me that shows if you’re close
Gonna let you see everything
But remember that you asked for it
I’ll try to do my best to impress
But it’s easier to let you take a guess at the rest
But you wanna hear what lives in my brain
My heart, will you ask for it, for your perusing?
At times confusing, slightly amusing
Introducing me

 He winked at you, and you let out another awkward giggle.

I never trust a dog to watch my food
And I like to use to the word "dude”
As a noun, or an adverb, or an adjective
And I’ve never really been into cars
I like really cool guitars and superheroes
And checks with lots of zeros on ‘em
I love the sound of violins
And making someone smile

If you wanna know
Here it goes
Gonna tell you this
The part of me that shows if you’re close
Gonna let you see everything
But remember that you asked for it
I’ll try to do my best to impress
But it’s easier to let you take a guess at the rest
But you wanna hear what lives in my brain
And my heart, will you ask for it, for your perusing?
At times confusing, possibly amusing
Introducing me

 “Joshua, oh my gosh, stop it!” He simply chuckled and continued.

Well, you probably know more than you ever wanted to
So be careful when you ask next time

So if you wanna know
Here it goes
Gonna tell you this
The part of me that shows if you’re close
Gonna let you see everything
But remember that you asked for it
I’ll try to do my best to impress
But it’s easier to let you take a guess at the rest
But you wanna hear what lives in my brain
And my heart, will you ask for it, for your perusing?
At times confusing, hopefully amusing
Introducing me

 As his fingers crossed the neck of the guitar one last time, you began clapping. He jokingly took a bow before tucking his guitar back in his case.

 “Josh… are you trying to ask me what I think you are?” He nodded, and slipped his hand in yours.

 “I really like you a lot… would you maybe consider going out with me?” You nodded, and leaned up to plant a kiss on his cheek.

 “Maybe next time, I’ll let you get to know me a little bit better as well.”

Day6 reaction to you crying because you feel lonely and miss them

He had been gone on tour for so long and when the tour ended and he came home it didn’t even like he was back. He was always at the studio writing and recording, or doing radio programs. It felt like you were just another fan, and even though he was your boyfriend. You felt all alone. He came home late one night, like usual, and found you in the kitchen crying into a bowel of ramen. “Are you okay?” He ran over to you and got on his knees to see your face better.
“Are you even my boyfriend? Why do I feel so lonely?” You cried and pushed the food away, he didn’t know how to react, he just held you while you cried without a word, but the next day he took off and spent it with you, trying to cheer you up and be a better boyfriend.

He knew he was gone a lot, but you never really let on how it hurt you. He had come back home from recording his new song and After School Club when he realized you weren’t to be found in the living room or kitchen, where you usually waited for him. Instead he heard you locked in the bathroom crying. “Babe, are you alright?” He knocked and he heard the crying stop and you come out with puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. “You’re here? I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages….why do you make me miss you so much? Even when you aren’t on tour?” You asked him softly. He felt his heart shatter then. He was hurting you, very badly. He pulled you in. “This is my fault, I’m so sorry. Oh my gosh. Don’t cry, I love you. I’ll be home more I promise, please don’t cry.” He kept rambling and you just held him close and didn’t want to let go.

Young K:
Even when he was in town and not working, he still went to hang out with the members. It got to the point where you no longer felt like you had a boyfriend. He came home one night after hanging out with Wonpil and Dowoon and found you packing. “Are you going on a trip?”
“I’m leaving.” You told him and he let it sink in before he came up and started unpacking. “Stop it!” You cried, “Where are you? How are you? I don’t even know anymore. You aren’t here, EVER! Why am I so alone if I have you?” You cried and he froze and then continued unpacking. “Stop.”
“No, no, no! You aren’t leaving, you aren’t alone because I’m right here. Right now, and I won’t let you leave. I love and I’m sorry I’m not there enough, I’ll get better…please. Don’t leave.” He ended with a whisper and you two just looked at each other before you collapsed on the bed and he sat beside you to hold you, still surprised to see tears rolling down your cheeks.

Lately you felt lonely, you felt even worse when you would come home from work and hear him on the radio, or when you would see the fan meets and see his fans holding his hands for even a brief moment. In that brief moment they were holding your world and it hurt that you as his S/O because you hadn’t been able to have a full conversation in so long. He finally came home one night and you were crying while watching some music video that was on TV. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?” He ran over to you and you wiped your face.
“I’m alone.” You whispered, “All I ever do is miss you, what kind of relationship is that? I understand when you’re working on a comeback or on tour, but does it feel like everyday?” He felt tears brimming in his own eyes listening to you.
“I’m sorry, I’ll come home more. I promise. I’ll be a better boyfriend. Just…don’t cry, please.” He said softly, wiping your eyes and kissing your temple. You pulled him close, just so you could make sure he was really there.

You watched yet another Day6 music video play in a store and saw the glimpses of Dowoon and heard the young fan girls talking about them and felt even lonelier. That was suppose to be your boyfriend, the guy you held hands with and kissed, but he was always gone. He was always recording and re-recording and you missed him. He was a thirty minute car ride away, forty with traffic, yet he was always gone. You got home and set the things you had bought on the table and let some tears fall. Why were you so alone?
“S/O?” He came out from where he was hiding and you jumped, wiping your eyes and clearing your throat.
“You’re here?”
“Are you alright?” He asked and you felt more tears welling up and spilling.
“No, I’m not. When was the last time you were here?” You asked and he paused, thinking, “A long time right? Why am I not single yet so alone? Why am I jealous of little school girls who just fan girl happily together about you, they seem closer to you than I am. Why am I alone?” You asked, crying, and he shook his head and approached you, holding you to him and mumbling apologies and promises. You knew he would try, but if this continued you weren’t sure how long you could hold up.

Originally posted by homeless-shrub

A/N: Thank you anon for requesting this was both fun and slightly sad to write, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless! :))

Kwon Hyeob || Breakfast Surprise

Requested by Anon

Genre: Fluff

Summary: When Kwon Hyeob can do anything but cook your favorite breakfast foods

Originally posted by yourmomentofkpop

“Eggs, baking powder, salt, vanilla extract, white sugar.” Kwon Hyeob said as he checked off the ingredients he had on his notepad.

“Ugh, what am I missing?” He complained, scratching his head frustratingly as he thought about the ingredients he needed to make Y/N’s favorite breakfast foods, which was waffles and bacon.

“Ah! Now I remember!” He said with a large smile plastered on his face. He clapped his hands together and walked towards the refrigerator, opening it up and spotting what he needed right in front of him. “Butter!” He exclaimed.

As Kwon Hyeob gathered all of the ingredients, he placed the big bowl in front of him and grabbed a couple eggs from the egg carton. He gently cracked the eggs on the edge of the countertop, but failed miserably as the yolk splattered everywhere on the table.

“Ah, really!” He complained, sighing in frustration as he grabbed a rag and wiped the yolk off of the countertop. He quickly threw away the remaining pieces of egg shell and threw it away in the trash bin before returning to his spot behind the kitchen counter.

“Okay, let’s try this one more time.” He told himself, sighing before grabbing another egg and cracking it carefully, this time above the bowl. The yolk made it perfectly into the bowl, and the egg didn’t splatter all over the table this time.

Kwon Hyeob grabbed the other ingredients that he needed and the electric mixer, and began mixing them all together. He smiled to himself at his progress. “Y/N will definitely love the food I’m making for her.”

Though, he said that too soon. As he feverishly mixed the ingredients together with the electric mixer, all of the ingredients splattered all over his face and clothes.

“SERIOUSLY?!” Kwon Hyeob yelped as he wiped some of the mixed ingredients out of his eyes. He sighed in frustration as he cleaned up the whole mess, going to his room, tiptoeing quietly to his closet as not to wake up Y/N who was sleeping peacefully on their shared bed, and changing into a different shirt and a pair of ripped jeans.

‘Well the waffles were a fail.’ He thought to himself. ‘But! There’s still bacon left in the fridge!’

He quickly made his way towards the fridge before opening it, the glorious package of bacon sitting on the top shelf. He grabbed it out of the fridge, closing the fridge door with his leg, and made his way back to the counter.

He then tore the package wrap apart and turned the stove on. “Who needs waffles when there’s bacon. Am I right or am I right?” Kwon Hyeob told himself, trying to get over the sad fact that he can’t even cook one of his girlfriend’s favorite breakfast foods. But hey, at least there’s still the bacon left to be made.

As the stove and pan were hot enough, he lay the bacon down on the pan, the bacon making a sizzling and crackling noise.

“Okay, now I’ll just wait a few minutes until it’s done.” Kwon Hyeob said to himself. “Oh, I need to get Y/N so she can see what I made for her!” He said before rushing to their shared bedroom, in which he spotted Y/N sleeping on the bed again, her back facing the other way.

Kwon Hyeob slowly tiptoed to where she was sleeping, and crawled next to her on the bed. He stared at her while she was sleeping. ‘Ah, she’s so cute when she’s sleeping~’ Kwon Hyeob thought, admiring his girlfriend’s adorable sleeping face.

He wrapped his arms around her whole body and laid his chin down on her shoulder. He leaned close to her ear and said, “Wake up, honey~”

Y/N groaned in her sleep as she heard the familiar male voice calling for her.

“Baby, wake up. I made something for you.” Kwon Hyeob said to her. Y/N fluttered her eyes open and noticed her boyfriend clinging onto her from behind, making her blush since it was too early in the morning to cuddle.

“What is it?” Y/N asked him, her voice raspy from being asleep.

“You’ll see, baby. Now come on and get your butt to the kitchen.”

Kwon Hyeob dragged Y/N through the hallway. As they were in the hallway together, Y/N scrunched up her nose. “What is that smell?” She asked.

Kwon Hyeob quirked an eyebrow. “What smell?”

She sniffed the air more, before she covered her nose. “Oh my gosh, it smells like smoke!”

At this moment, Kwon Hyeob widened his eyes. “WHAT?!” He shouted, before quickly running to the kitchen. As he came inside of the kitchen, there was smoke and fog everywhere near the stove.

“Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no!!!” Kwon Hyeob complained before grabbing a bowl and filling it up with cold sink water and splashing it onto the pan of bacon, which was on fire.

“Kwon Hyeob, what the heck is going on?!” Y/N shouted at him, shocked at the situation that was currently going on.

As Kwon Hyeob got the fire out, he turned to Y/N and felt his cheeks grow hot. He didn’t know how in the world to explain what he was doing or what was going on to her.

“U-uhm, the stove just caught on fire?” He said quietly, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

Y/N crossed her arms and glared at him. “Yeah, I can see that.”

Kwon Hyeob sighed and sat down at the table, motioning for Y/N to come sit next to him. “Okay, listen. I just wanted to surprise you with this amazing breakfast consisting of your favorite breakfast foods. I wanted to see you be happy knowing that I can cook for you instead of being a lazy slob like you said I was once.”

Y/N couldn’t help but giggle. “I never called you a lazy slob, what are you talking about?”

“O-okay, but it seemed like you did! And anyways, I just wanted to impress you and make you happy…” Kwon Hyeob admitted, looking down at the ground in embarrassment, his face turning a dark shade of red.

Y/N sighed before taking Kwon Hyeob in her arms. “You didn’t have to do all of that. I’m already happy being with you in general, you don’t need to cook me anything just to make me happy.”

Kwon Hyeob could feel his heart melt at his girlfriend’s words before he smiled and kissed her forehead. “Gosh, I love you so much, my princess~” Kwon Hyeob said in a baby-like voice before kissing Y/N all over her face.

“Ack! Stop being so cheesy, Kwon Hyeob, gosh.” Y/N said sarcastically before quickly pecking his cheek. They both giggled as they were in each other’s arms at the kitchen table.

They both sat there in a comfortable silence, wrapped in each other’s arms, before Kwon Hyeob spoke up.

“So… How does toast sound?”

Don’t wanna know

Hey guys! So I’ve got some requests and i’d like you to know that i will try to post them till next week because I’ve a lot of college stuff to do, so yeah. And here’s one imagine about Y/n being in love with Harry but he is in love with another person. Please do tell me what do you think about it. Plus English isn’t my first language so i’d like to apologize for the all the grammatical mistakes. Ending of this can a bit low-rated Because i ran out of ideas so yeah. Let me know is you’d like part 2 of it with ideas.

And I’ve to sing for the first time and i’m nervous at hell so please wish me luck that i do good and DO NOT FORGET MY LYRICS. 



“You like him don’t you?” Niall kept nudging you as you tried to ignore the topic he was talking on about. You’ve denied Niall like thousand times that no-you did not liked harry at all but little did he knew and he did knew that you were lying. You just didn’t wanted to say it by yourself and make it a statement.

“No. And I will keep saying no till you get it.” You said trying to mind your own business. You were not in the mood after what happened just a few hours ago between you and harry. Harry was your best friend. Only friends is what you guys were. But you wanted more than that. You didn’t wanted to but no one can help themselves from not falling in love. It just happens.

“Don’t lie to me Y/n i know yo-” you didn’t even let Niall finish his sentence when you exploded out of no where.

“YES I DO! I DO FUCKING LIKE HIM. WELL NO! I DAMN LOVE HIM! WHAT CAN YOU DO ABOUT IT HUH? TELL ME!!” You couldn’t help yourself from shouting at him like that and turning on your heel to walk away from the situation you were facing right now. Of course you weren’t a stone hearted person but Niall, he just went on your nerves. You felt bad for him but who were way too hurt to turn back to him and apologize.



Monday. 10:45 am. That’s what my phone displayed. I was suppose to meet up with Harry today. Well that’s what he asked me to do. Recently we haven’t been able to hang with each other a lot like we used to. He hasn’t been acting like himself since he returned from shooting Dunkirk. Even Anne and Gemma thinks the same. It seems like he has been hiding something from us. Especially from me. 

Groaning I got up leaving the warmth and coziness of my bed. I shivered at soon as the wooden floor came in the contact with my bare feet. Cold. It was damn cold. The weather was cold and so was my life. But when i was with Harry coldness was replaced with the warmth of Harry’s arms. He always used to say that no matter what he will come to keep my warm. Well more like promised but i guess some promises are made to break.

I walked to the bathroom and admired looked at myself in the mirror. Why would he? Why would he love someone like me? I am not one of those perfect models but i am myself. And maybe that’s why he might love me. I smiled and tuck hair behind my ear and admired myself. I was in love with Harry and that’s what made me feel beautiful. I am sure no girl would walk to mirror and say ‘i am beautiful’ while staring at herself, but i do because Harry made me feel beautiful.

Sometimes you cannot see the real beauty hidden within you but does when someone comes and digs the real diamond you’ve been hiding. And that diamond digger was Harry. He brought the best out of me. Whenever i was with him I felt alive-like I’ve been set free as who I am and not the made up me. I never thought that i can love again after what happened in the past. But i did. I am loving the most beautiful person from in and out.

I knocked on the heavy wooden door holding my breath. I wasn’t meeting him for the first time but the butterflies in my stomach flutters every time i see him like they did for the first time. After like what 15 seconds Harry opened the door. His hair were longer than the last time i saw him. I smiled softly at him and he returned it. He was just standing there not moving a muscle, so i had to lean forward to hug him. This was an awkward feeling. He did hugged back but not like he used. It was like i was hugging a stranger. And this time it didn’t felt warm. He was cold. Cold as an ice.

“Come in” he finally opened his mouth, as I pulled away shortly after he hugged me as clearly he wasn’t in the mood to hug me. I nodded and walked inside his house. Warmness of his house hit my face. Nothing wasn’t the same. Neither Harry nor his presence. But his house never changed. It was still warm and soothing. 

“Sit.” Harry said, more like demanding.

“are you okay?” I asked him as I said and he sat beside me not making any skin contact. Harry nodded with an annoying expression on his face. I didn’t had any idea of what it was because of. Maybe me?

“i love you” Harry blurred. For a second i thought, that the-Earth stopped moving. My heart felt like bursting out with overdose of love and happiness. 

“I-I LOVE YOU. Gosh i cant even say this properly to my friend then how will I tell her that?” Harry said running his hand in his hair in annoyance. Wait what? Her? My smile faded when I realized that whoever Harry was talking about wasn’t me.

“He-her?” I sturred looking at him, Harry nodded and for the first time he looked at me. He looked perfects as ever. Gosh it hurt me like hell knowing he loved someone else but i couldn’t help myself, falling for him again.

“oh god! I totally forgot to tell you” harry said sinking back in his couch.

“ Well there’s this girl Susan, I met during the shooting of Dunkirk. She is such a lovely person. I don’t think i’ve ever loved someone more than her.” Harry had such a passion and shine in his eyes as he talked more about Susan. He was in middle of telling me how they met on set when i stood up. I wasn’t able to control my tears anymore. My heart was aching and nothing was’t helping.

“I-I think i should keep going.” I said gathering my purse as i kept my gaze on ground controlling the water droplets which flooded my eyes.

“Why?’ Harry asked. I could sense the little disappointment in his voice as he pouted. I think he wanted me to stay just to listen to him talking about Susan.

“I-I’ve some work” i said. and before harry could say any further word, I left his house.

—End of flashback—

I kept running away. Crying, weeping, sobbing. It was the pain. Pain of losing the only thing i had. Though he never was mine. Everything was ruined within a matter of second. I won’t lying saying I was happy. Seeing harry in love with someone else hurt like hell. But it was the destiny i guess. 

My feet started paining when I gave up and fell on my knees crying. He was my everything and now my everything was gone. All this time i was wrong. He wouldn’t love me ever. I kept weeping until I felt someone’s hand on my shoulder. I turned my face around to see who it was but my vision my blurry. I wiped my tears and stood up when I saw who it was.

“I know you love him. And I’m sorry I cannot help you.” Niall said with sympathy in his eyes. His kindness and sincerity towards me made me cry harder as I engulfed him tightly.

“It hurts Niall ! It hurts!” I cried. Clutching his tee shirt in a fist, I let all my emotions out-first time in front of a person. He rubbed my back trying to calm me down.

“Shhh it’ll be okay” he whispered hugging me tight.

“How? What do you know I’m feeling huh?” I said pulling away so that I could look at his face which was filled with care.

“Believe” Niall whispered as he cupped my face and pecked my forehead. That gesture of him calmed me down a bit. But the scares and the wounds on my heart weren’t gonna be healed so easily. My heart was broken and it wasn’t easy to mend a broken heart.

The worst part was, it kept aching as I thought of Harry. It ached whenever I tried to remember my love for him. It ached with the thought of Harry being someone else’s. It just ached

I knew this wasn’t gonna be easy. But I had to survive. The only person who broke me was the only person who could fix my heart.

My Insanely Hot Stepbrother


It wasn’t long since I met Jinyoung as my new step-brother. My dad had married his mom only a month ago and I met him a couple days afterwards when he came back from boarding school. Apparently, he’s a year older than me and will start going to the same school I do next semester.

I remember my first impression of him and honestly, I thought he was hot. Hotter than the guys at my school and probably one of the best looking guys I’ve ever seen. Beautiful, brown eyes, full, pink lips, and judging by how he always comes out of the shower shirtless, he had a fucking nice body too. There were times I could barely even look away. You what he does when he noticed me staring? He fucking chuckles, winks at me, and goes to his room. He always teased me. It was fun for him.

To simplify our relationship, he’s a big tease and I try to avoid contact with him as much as possible. He’s my step-brother and I know there should be nothing between us but I just can’t help but have impure thoughts. Dreams and fantasies of having his hands all over me. Touching, kissing me in all the right places. It turns me on so bad that I’ve been maturbating like crazy, thinking about Jinyoung. Always making me feel so guilty and wrong.

This week our parents are we’re going to out of town to finally go on their honeymoon, which meant that me and Jinyoung would be alone in the same house. A boy and a girl. Man and women.

I think I might just die with the thought of it that way.


I turned away from the tv, that wasn’t even on, to see Jinyoung walking towards me taking a seat next to me on the couch. I tried to act as normal and calm as possible. However, I couldn’t control my eyes, they would dilate every time I see him and I could tell too.

“Yeah,” I answered.

“You know, ‘mommy and daddy,’” he said quoting those two words with his fingers, “are  gonna be out for a long while. Wanna do something?”

“Like what,” I asked nervously.

“Like you know,” he said leaning against the couch, “get to know each other better.”

Getting to know each, seems okay, nothing difficult.

“Yeah, sure ok,” I responded.

“Okay,” he said sitting up straight, “Let’s play 21 questions, I’ll start.”

He pretended to think before looking back at me to ask the first question, “when’s your birthday?”

You told him your birthday, “Um, what do you miss about about boarding school?”

“Hmmm, well my friends really, the rest of it sucked ass,” he said chuckling, “What’s your school like?”

“Well, it’s okay I guess, typical high school really. What kind of student are you, like were you popular?”

“A little above average you can say, had few admirers, but overall normal guy,” he nodded.

I seriously doubt that he’s “normal.” He looks anything but normal.

“So, you got a boyfriend?”

A boyfriend? Why would he care about that?

“No, it don’t,” I answered slowly.

He nodded at me as if this was an important piece of information.

“Do…you have a girlfriend,” I asked hesitantly.

He chuckled, “No, neither do I…What did you think about be when you first met me?”

That made stop for a bit, I could feel my heart pound through my chest. Gosh, this question makes me nervous. How am I supposed to answer a question like that?

“Uh..,” seriously?

“Uh, I thought you were…nice. I always wanted a big brother.” Nice.

“Just nice,” he asked dubiously, teasing me.

“Uh, it’s my turn,” I retorted, trying to change the subject. “Um. Do you like your new home?”

“Yeah, of course,” he answered, leaning against the couch and staring attentively at me, “I got a cool new step-dad now and…,” he stretched his hand towards me pushed a strand of hair behind my ear, “a beautiful new step-sister.”

He looked at me with endearing eyes as he held my cheek. I gulped down some of the salvia I had building up inside my mouth.


“Okay, now my turn. So answer me this honestly,” he drew closer to me, making my body slightly back away.

“Do have any sexual attraction toward me?”

Why does this question have to come up?!

I looked down shamefully, “…Yes, but–”

“Really? That’s good then,” he suddenly leaned over and unexpectedly smashes his lips against mine.

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Person A: B doesn’t like me C, they just wanna be friends.
Person C: Oh really
Person C: *clears throat*
Person B: *crashes through the wall* WHAT!! WHO!!
Person A://///////////////

Cyborg was making dinner at the tower, it was his turn and as Raven walked in he sighed and shook his head. His last conversation with the Changeling left him frustrated and it wasn’t even his heart that was on the line. “You have to stop toying with him Rae. He has it so bad for you.” He looked to her as he stirred dinner. “I mean is it funny to break beasts heart?”

Raven had poured herself some tea and was looking at him curiously. “Are we talking about the same person I think we are talking about?” She questioned. She flushed at the thought but no there was no way. Impossible that the green Changeling would have some sort of feelings for her. She of all people would have known. “I’ve only gotten caring friendship emotion from him. He doesn’t see me like that.” She insisted.

Cy again shook his head. “He hides it well. I can prove it if you truly don’t believe me.” He replied both eyebrows raised.

“Whatever.” She answered back softly stirring honey into her tea.

Cyborg held a small smirk on his lip as he wondered if she really knew what she was asking. “Oh. My. God. Rae, is that a hickey on your neck!?!” he crying loudly knowing BB was close.

Beast Boy burst through the door. “What …? Who.? Oh man..” his ears dropped down as he looked to her.

Raven looked at him confused before she flushed. “No I don’t have…” she looked up and licked her lips I don’t even have someone who could…“ she trailed off glaring at Cyborg.

Cy smirked. "Point and case.” he turn back to his cooking.

Gar started fumbling over his words.“You don’t? I could… I mean…Well would you like tohavesomeonethatis?” He moved on the balls of his feet fidgeting nervously.

Raven flushed brighter. “You want to give me a hickey?!”

“and more…” he blushed smacking his forehead with his hand. Cyborg stifled a laugh as he heard him. “That sounded horrible..I meant like take you out and possibly kiss you.”

Raven nearly knocked of her feet as the sound of plate cracking made its sound. Her mouth dried looking at him. As her brain told her What “more” he was suggesting. “I…Uh.. you mean like a date?”

Gar nodded. His eyes watching her hers as he licked over his lips. “I would love to take you out. And kiss you. And just well.. your beautiful.”

Cy shook his head. “Shut up and kiss him already Rae!”

Raven looked at Cyborg before her black magic circled around his mouth silencing all of the robots his words. Raven looked at Gar her eyes sparkling she walked close to him then slowly leaned her face in. She wasn’t very sure what she was doing. Gar took the cue and closed the distance between them. His emerald eyes closing slowly. His lips meet hers as the emotions buried inside made their way to the surface. Lust, love, desire, nervousness and overwhelming joy. She sighed softly pressing her lips to his. Kissing was different than what she expected it to be like. His mouth was soft, warm.

His hands moved to her hips pulling her closer to his body. His tongue teasing over her lower lip. Her hands moved over his neck the pleasure of his lips sending million of butterflies through her stomach. There was sigh before she pulled back and looked at him. “Take me out, "woo” me and then there may be more.“ She smirked.

Gar nodded. "I can do that.” he replied sounding confident. But his thought added. ’I hope.’

“When should I be prepared for our date?” She asked. Ignoring the annoyed frustrated feeling Cyborg was feeling with his mouth magically closed.

“When are you free?” he asked excitedly.

She raised a brow almost saying you’ve got to be joking right? “I’m always here unless I’m taking annoyances to jail.” She responded snapping her fingers and letting Cyborg mouth free.

Gar though on it. “Tomorrow night? It’s the summer solstice. They are having a street fair. May I take you to it?” He questioned watching her move around the kitchen.

Raven nodded. “Sounds very nice yes, I will plan for then thank you.”

Friends after all - Dean Winchester x Reader - Chapter 25 (Fake boyfriend/Neighbour AU)

Title: Friends after all

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x Lisa Braeden

Word count: 6,086

Warnings: Angst, implied smut

Summary: AU. Dean Winchester. Mechanic. Neighbour. Best friend. Single father. And fake boyfriend? You babysit his daughter. You’ve known him for years and you’ve been really close. Everything will be put to test though when your sister’s wedding approaches and he has the brilliant idea of pretending to be your boyfriend. Nobody would have ever thought of the result. Certainly not you.

You arrive at the Wicnhesters’ house and finally meet Sam’s family. All your nerves fade away in an instant and you think you will have a peaceful week. Leave it to Dean to once again prove you wrong and make this as hard as possible.

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You fidgeted with your hands all the way to Sam’s parents’ house. It wasn’t the worry you had over meeting them that had you on edge anymore. It was the fact that Dean had refused to come with you, but later on his own. You were not going to believe that he just had things to take care of with the garage. It was a lame excuse and you knew it. Sam did as well, and wouldn’t buy any of it. What Sam didn’t know about though was what had happened- or at least almost happened between you and Dean the previous day. You couldn’t help but think that it had to do with that though. Hell you were scared he would do something reckless, push you away or maybe something worse.

“He was totally lying.” Sam said through pursed lips and for the first time during this long ride you looked at him.

“You think?” you asked in a low voice and he nodded his head a little.

“I mean-” he ran a hand through his hair “-he tried to seem believable but it was all so fake. Like what the heck does he have to do with the garage at this time? And he had plenty of time yesterday too.” he clenched his jaw, shaking his head.

“Sam” you whispered, taking hold of his hand. You could see how this was worrying him more than it should. In a way that showed how he knew or felt something. That deep down he knew it had something to do with… you.

It made panic rise up inside you and you gave his hand a squeeze. You didn’t want Sam to doubt about you, in no way.

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Nervous Jitters - Liam Dunbar Drabble

Prompt by wildcardx0 - request : Liam asking you out but is really nervous about it 😊🙊

Author’s Note: I’m trying something different, a drabble more specifically. The prompt was short, sweet, and straight to the point. That’s exactly what I did with this prompt. Enjoy my first drabble.

Originally posted by showandwrite

There she is. Liam thought to himself as he saw Y/N in front of her locker, pulling out books from her bag and placing them inside her locker. You can do this. It’s not that hard.

“You know, you actually have to walk to her to ask her out, right?” Mason chuckled. bringing Liam out of his thoughts.

“I know,” Liam glared back at Mason. “Just give me a minute.” Liam took a deep breath and stood still for a few seconds. “Am I moving yet?" 

"Just go!” Mason pushed Liam towards Y/N’s direction. 

Liam shoved his hands in his front jean pockets as he walked down the hallway. His heart was beating out of his chest with each step. He stopped as soon as he stood behind her open locker door, hoping to surprise her when she closed the door. Except his plan backfired when she accidentally hit her locker door with a book, making it swing backwards, and smacking Liam in the face.

Liam let out a soft groan and a gasp immediately escaped Y/N’s lips.

“Oh, my gosh!” Y/N exclaimed. “Are you alright, Liam?” She slammed her locker door shut.

“I’m fine,” Liam rubbed his forehead.

“Let me see,” Y/N cupped his face gently with her hands.

Liam’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed nervously at her warm touch and how close her face was front of his. He’s never been this close to her and it was making him extremely nervous.

“You’re perfectly fine.” Y/N smiled. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s o-okay,” Liam whispered. Liam cleared his throat and spoke up a little bit louder. “Umm, hey Y/N.”

“Hi, Liam,” She giggled with her hands still on her face. “Oops. Sorry.” She removed her hands from his cheeks.

God, why did she have to smile that beautiful smile? Liam shook his thoughts away. “Umm, I have a question…. I was wondering,” Liam’s scratched the back of his neck. “Well I, umm,” Liam cleared his throat. God, why did she have to make me so nervous?

Y/N eyebrows furrowed wondering what’s wrong with Liam and why couldn’t he just get out whatever he was trying to say. She was beginning to wonder how hard she might have hit him.

Crap, why is she looking at me like that? Do I have something one my face? OMG say something!

“WouldYouLikeToGoOutWithMeThisWeekend,” Liam rushed out.

Wow. Liam closed his eyes from embarrassment. Could you have been anymore smoother?

Y/N giggled as she saw his cheeks turning slightly pink. She wasn’t expecting him to ask her out, but he did, and he was so nervous about it. She couldn’t help but find it adorable.

“I’d love to, Liam.”

Liam’s eyes opened to see her beaming. “Really?”

“Yes.” She pulled out a piece of paper and a pen from her bag. She scribbled her number in black ink and handed it over to Liam. “Text me.” She leaned in and gave Liam a quick peck on his cheek. “I gotta go to class.”

The shade of pink on Liam’s cheek grew a little darker.

Liam saw her walking away and then disappear as she walked into a classroom. Liam couldn’t help but smile. She had said yes. She agreed to go out with him. He was on cloud nine.

“Now was that so hard?” Mason asked.

anonymous asked:



it was such a great scene! you could hear the desperation in Alec’s voice when he tried to stop Magnus from speaking the words that would break his heart; the quiet resignation in Magnus’ eyes. I could almost see Alec’s heart dropping from his chest and shattering against the floor when he held back tears. 

Gosh, this angst is so good, it’s making me want to cry, but in a good way <3

Imagine Florist Asahi 

  1. Asahi in flower crowns
  2. Asahi making flower crowns
I think I´m in love with her.

Merry Christmas guys, I hope you have a nice time, and I wanted to thank you for being there and reading my stuff, I really appreciate that. :)

Today I have another reader request for you guys and I hope you´ll like it. 
Please send in requests, because I´m running low again.
The point of view in this Oneshot is a little messed up because I had to catch Sam´s emotion but I hope you don´t mind.

Pairing: Sam X Reader

Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff

Length: 1389 Words

Request:  Can I request a Sam x Reader where the Reader and Sam are best friends and Sam has an “oh fuck, I’m in love with her” moment. You can put whatever angst you want but could it end in fluff?

by @alternativesam

I hope you don´t mind that there´s no angst included, but I kinda enjoyed writing something really fluffy.
I also included a little matchmaker!Dean because this is just something I can imagine he would do. :D

{Imagine Sam realizing he´s madly in love with you.}

Originally posted by themegalosaurus


“That´s enough, I surrender”, you said while you were lying on the floor of the library, laughing so hard you almost couldn´t breathe, you´re hair was all messed up and spread around your head, but in the most beautiful way Sam could imagine.
You had your eyes closed while you tried to catch your breath and your shirt was lifted a few inches due to the fact that Sam had been tickling you for the last few minutes and showed a little bit of your skin.
He couldn´t quite believe how beautiful and perfect you were right now and suddenly it was crystal clear.
“Oh fuck”, he said and you opened your eyes and looked at him: “What is it?”
Had he been saying this out loud?
Quickly he stood up, running a hand through his hair, trying not to look too suspicious, while he said: “It´s nothing, it´s just that I promised Dean to, uhm, help him in the kitchen.”
You stood up yourself and made a questioning face: “You offered to help in the kitchen? Is something wrong with you?”
Sam had to laugh but then you did that adorable thing where you bit your lower lip and frowned, which was too much to handle right now so he just nodded and ran off, knowing that he left you behind probably thinking he had gone insane.
Of course he had never said anything about helping Dean in the kitchen, but in case you decided to go there to take a beer or something, he had to go there now too.
He did not want you to think he was lying to you even if it was something stupid as this.
When he entered the kitchen, Dean was tanding there, apparently making spaghetti.
Sam never really got why his brother was into the cooking stuff, but since neither he nor you were able to make so much as a pizza, he was kinda glad.
“Hey Sammy, what´s up. You look like you´ve seen a ghost. Wait, you haven´t right?”, Dean said and grinned.
Sam rolled his eyes and shut the door: “Common Dean, that isn´t funny. I think I have a problem and I don´t know what to do about it?”
His brother looked back at the boiling water: “Usually people use scissors.”
Sam frowned: “What?”
“Your Hair, that´s your problem, right? People use scissors to cut their hair”, Dean said and laughed dryly.
Sam gave him an annoyed look: “Aren´t you a real treat today? I am serious.”
He took a look around to make sure you were nowhere to be seen: “I think I just realize I´m in love with (Y/N).”
Now Dean frowned: “You´re kidding me.”
Sam shook his head: “I´m afraid not, I don´t know how this happened I…”,  but his brother interrupted him immediately: “That´s not what I meant. By “are you kidding me”, I meant did you really just tell me that you realized you were in love with her only just now?”

The younger Winchester started to get a little confused: “What do you mean?”
Dean sighed: “I mean that it is so obvious that you are in love with her that everybody already noticed it. Even Cas, and he is not one to pick up on human emotions very quickly in case you don´t remember.”
Sam was rather taken aback: “Are you serious? But were just best friends.”
“No you´re not. Well, you kinda are, but the way you always stare at her as if she´s the most beautiful woman in the world, isn´t a way just friends look at each other”, Dean stated and Sam tried to find an answer when suddenly the door burst open and you walked in, grinning.
Your hair was now up in a high ponytail, swinging around your head.
“I can´t believe it”, you said, “you´re really here. I think I´ll call Crowley now, asking if hell already froze over.”
Dean laughed and Sam usually would have too, but somehow he was still struck with the realization he just had, so he just continued to stare at you until you stopped laughing:
“Gosh, Sam, what the hell is it with you today.”
Dean grinned: “I think Sammy has to tell you something.”
Your eyes found his and you smiled: “Do you?”
Sam´s heart pounded and he shot Dean an angry glare, then looked back at you: “I don´t. Dean´s just being annoying.”
You shrugged: “Well, I think I´ll be in my room then, get me when the food´s ready.”

The evening had continued to be rather awkward because Dean kept making suggestions during your shared meal and you had stared at him all night, probably thinking that he went crazy.

After that, Sam had excused himself to bed rather early and now he was lying on his bed, thinking about what to do next.
He couldn´t just approach you and say “Hey, by the way, I think I´m in love with you.”
He also feared that your friendship wasn´t going to last very long if he kept behaving that weird.
Probably he should just forget about his annoying feelings and just continue being best friends with you, at least that was what you two were best at.
Suddenly it knocked on the door and Sam looked up: “Come in.”
You walked trough the door very quietly and sat down on the bed beside Sam, stroking over the fabric of the mattress.
When nobody said anything for a while you cleared your throat: “Sam, I think I know what you wanted to tell me.”
He looked at you, feeling rather helpless: “Okay, what do you think?”
You avoided his glance: “Did you want to tell me that you…”, you made a pause and suddenly you looked at him, grinning: “Were ready for my revenge?”
Before Sam could realize what was happening, you attacked him, tickling him madly and laughing hysterically.

He started fighting, back, trying to catch your wrists, but you were fast, after all you were a hunter, but when you tried to adjust yourself to prevent falling from the bed, he grabbed you, pinning you down on the mattress, building a cage around you:
“Gotcha”, he said and smiled.
You still grinned as if you had won the match: “Good, so would you please grow a pair already and kiss me, because I can´t deal with this hide and seek of a relationship any longer.”
For two seconds, Sam hesitated, thinking about what it would mean to kiss you right now, but then his gaze fell on your beautiful eyes and he was gone, kissing you with every hidden emotion he had and you kissed him back with equal passion.
After a while of making out heavily, you pushed him away gently, smiling: “Well, that´s what I´m talking about.”
Sam smiled, stroking over your head: “So you knew too?”
You rolled your eyes: “That you had a crush on me? Everyone knew it. Even Cas.”
Sam laughed: “Heard that before.”
Suddenly his face grew serious: “Why didn´t you tell me before? I mean apparently you like me back, so why wait?”
You smiled and took his hand in yours: “Well, I had to wait for you to realize that you like me too. It is no good if everyone knows it but you still think we´re just friends.”
Sam stroked over your fingers: “And how did you know I was ready now?”
You grinned at him: “Well, when we were lying on the ground of the library today, having one of those stupid play-fights only people who are in love but aren´t willing to admit it yet have, you suddenly said: “Oh fuck.” And when I looked at you and combined this random exclamation with the way you were looking at me, I realized you had you´re >Oh fuck, I´m in love with her< moment.”
Sam raised his eyebrows: “Really? That´s what tipped you off?”
You shrugged: “Well that, and Dean, telling me you finally sucked it up and admitted there were feelings.”

Sam frowned: “I have to kill him”
You took his head in your hands: “Please don´t, without him we wouldn´t be doing this after all.”
You kissed him again, and Sam made a mental note to thank his brother later.
First punch him in the face, but then thank him.

ryleigh-autumn45-deactivated201  asked:

Can u continue lovepatrolmabill's prompt? I really loved it and would loveeee to hear more! You are a really good writer

Aww thank you!!! :DD
Here’s the big angsty fallout when Mabel finds out that her boyfriend William is actually Bill Cipher


Bill opened the door to Mabel’s room, a bit surprised to see her lights still on at this time of night. She was usually asleep by midnight, and it was well past two in the morning. He had just planned on crawling into bed and not disturbing her, but to his bewilderment, Mabel was sitting on her bed, completely awake.

His eyes dropped to the tightly gripped journal in her hand, flipped open to the information on himself. He paled a bit, heart skipping a beat as he caught sight of her face. Her expression was…unreadable.

“Mabel?” He asked worriedly, stepping further into the room. She looked up at him, realizing he was in the room, and then she was just staring at him. The look in her eyes alone sent the hairs on the back of Bill’s neck standing up.

“What’re you doing here?” She glowered at him, a white-knuckled grip on the journal in her hands.

“Uh….going to sleep?” He asked in bewilderment, looking left to right as if she was talking to someone else. The two of them have shared a bed for…over four months now. Why was there a problem now? He racked his brain hurriedly for something he had done, but he wasn’t even home today! Was that it? Was she mad that—

“No. I mean, what are you doing /here/,” Mabel hissed, clutching the journal tightly in her hands. Bill just looked at her, unsure what to even say. His stomach twisted, a terrible feeling settled over him, and he was really hoping he was getting ker-prank’d or something right now.

“Mabel, I really don’t know what you’re talking about, but whatever I did, I’m sorry–”

“You’re sorry!” Mabel laughed hysterically, pinching her temples. “For what? Possessing my brother? Weirdmageddon? Or dating me and making you think you were just a normal guy, not the person who terrorized my family?!”

Bill’s blood went ice cold. His eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, heart completely stopping as Mabel glared at him like he was the most atrocious thing in the world. It dawned on Bill that she found him out, and he felt like he had just been slapped in the face. She knew who he was. And now…now she was looking at him like he was…


“I-I…I didn’t–”

“William, you—-oh my gosh. William.” She put her head in her hands in hysterical despair. “William! Am I really that stupid?”

Bill felt absolutely sick. He wanted to explain, he wanted to say something - but he just couldn’t force out any words. He licked his lips, face uncomfortably hot and hands shaking a tiny bit as he tried to find something to say, anything to fix this and make her understand why he did what he did! If he had told her who he was - which he was going to! - then…then she would’ve left him! Bill put a hand to his head dizzily - his argument hardly even made sense in his own head.

“Shooting St–”

Her eyes snapped up to his, absolutely on fire, and Bill instantly paled, waving his arms around frantically.

“Mabel! Mabel, I meant to say Mabel!” He pleaded desperately. The one time he slipped, it had to be now. Of course it did. He was losing her. He could already see it coming now - he was about to lose her.

“…How could you do this?” Mabel’s eyes filled with tears, a couple flittering down her cheeks.

“I didn’t mean to!” Bill instantly blurted. “I-I mean, at first I did–! I didn’t know you though, it was just supposed to be some stupid plan to get revenge–!”

“You were just using me to get revenge,” Mabel repeated hollowly.

“No!” Bill wailed, fisting at his hair. “At first, yes! But then I got to know you and it stopped being for the revenge, it turned into love and–”

“What we had was not love,” Mabel hissed, Bill weakly shaking his head. “It was just lies. You lied to me about everything! I-I can’t believe you let me fall for you after everything you did!!!”

“I didn’t lie about loving you!” Bill pleaded desperately, “I’ve lied about a lot of things, but never that!”

“Screw you,” Mabel bit out, Bill wincing from her words. He had to make his case, and he had to make it now. He came closer to her, looking messy and terrified and scared.

“Listen, Mabel, I’ve changed since when you were twelve. You changed me. And I want to stay here with you, I’m the person you think I am, I just have a different name! I want to stay and be William and be with you!”

“You’ve changed?” Mabel raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re still lying. You still only care about yourself. I don’t see anything that’s changed here.”


“You’re Bill Cipher,” she hissed, “Not William. And not my boyfriend.”


“Get out.”


“What’re you gonna do? Put me in a bubble again?”

Bill stood there in the middle of the room, knocking his fists against his sides. He had so much he wanted to say, but they wouldn’t form words. And the way she was looking at him…just yesterday, she was snuggled against him, laughing and giggling and planting kisses all over him.

“If you don’t leave, I’m going to call in Grunkle Stan, and he can punch you out a second time,” Mabel warned, hands balling into fists. Bill swallowed thickly, head in his hands as he sniffled.

“I never meant to hurt you.”

“Yes you did.”

He rubbed at his eyes, walking to her door in defeat. He turned back to look at her - to look at the girl who had completely changed his life - and she was still glaring at him. And she had a right - he had broken her heart, after all.

He silently closed the door behind him, leaving Mabel to throw the journal at the wall and burst into tears.

codygllass  asked:

hi hello will you maybe write a christmas patater engagement fic??? im desperate for christmas and pataters feelings rn.

(Written quickly an unedited but I hope you still enjoy! Happy holidays!!)

On Christmas Eve Kent and Alexei sleep in late. Kent wake up first as usual, with Alexei’s large arms bracketing him in place on their bed. Eventually they get out of bed and while Kent makes breakfast, Alexei is blasting Christmas music and singing loudly and terribly out of tune. It’s okay though, because he’s so cute while doing it and Kent can’t help but abandoning the scrabbled eggs he was making and kissing him silly. The eggs burn and neither of them care because they’re so deeply in love, and right now nothing else seems to matter.

“I’m want hippopotamus on Christmas!“ Alexei messes up the words to the song, his accent sounding even stronger as he sings, dancing around the living room and Kent can’t but join him. They dance, jump, chase each other around the flat, always stopping under mistletoe to share sweet kisses.

When they’re done messing around, they start Christmas baking. Alexei is awful and Kent isn’t much better, but he wants to bring something nice to Christmas dinner at his mom’s house tomorrow. Their first attempt is a fruit cake but it ends up being absolutely disgusting, so they settle on trying a simple sugar cookie recipe Bitty sent. Baking together is fun and Kent doesn’t remember a time he’s felt so happy, so in love.

When they finish decorating the cookies, Kent puts them into a red and green tin to take to his mother. Alexei sneaks off somewhere while he cleans up.

Everything is normal until the evening, when they’re cuddling on the couch and watching The Grinch. Alexei is uncharacteristically quiet as he runs his fingers through Kent’s blonde locks.
“You okay, Babe?” Kent asks, leaning up to kiss his boyfriend on the cheek. Alexei smiles at him sweetly and nods. “Yes. Just nervous,“ he says. Kent could tell, with his ear pressed against Alexei’s chest he could feel how fast the man’s heart was racing.
“What are you nervous about? He asks curiously. Alexei sighs, pulling Kent into his lap.
“You know how much I’m love you,” he whispers, running his thumb across Kent’s cheekbone. The smaller man hums, leaning into the touch. “Have present tonight. I’m scared you are not liking,“ Alexei continued. “Honey I’m sure I’ll love whatever it is,” Kent assures him kindly. Alexei smiles weakly at him and Kent leans in to give him a quick peck on the lips. When he pulls away, Alexei reaches between the couch cushions and takes out a small box.

Kent’s heart stops as he holds it between them. “I-you are making me happy man in whole world. I’m love you always kitten. We been date for four year and I’m want you for rest of my life. I’m want you always,“ Alexei says, holding Kent’s hand in the one that doesn’t have the box. “Oh my gosh are you asking me to marry you?” Kent squeals, bouncing excitedly in Alexei’s lap. The Russian laughs quietly. “Only if you are want.“ Kent’s jaw drops and he presses a chaste kiss to his boyfriend’s lips. “Oh my gosh tater! I love you so much of course I want to marry you!”

Alexei smiles, opening the small box to show Kent the ring he chose. “Are you marry me, Kenny?“ He asks, even though he’s already received an answer. Kent admires the pretty ring quickly. “Yes!” He shouts. Alexei has never felt so happy, so relieved, so in love. They hold each other tightly for a few minutes, Christmas carols still playing softly in the background. Kent is struggling to keep tears in because he never thought he would find someone as amazing as Alexei, and he never thought he would love or be loved this much.

“I have know from first date. I’m know you are one for me. Even if you never love me, I knew you are it for me,“ Alexei whispers. “Ugh. You’re making me blush,” Kent mumbles, stuffing his face into Tater’s neck. “God I love you. This is the best Christmas present ever. Thank you.“

hikarimidnightmoon  asked:

I would be completely lying if I said I didn't nearly burst into tears when I read her say "Jimin?" and he was actually there. My heart hurts so much I can't even put it into words. Labyrinth is so freaking good and I feel so sad that it's so close to ending. Erin, I'm two seconds away from bursting into tears oh my god.

AHHHH STOP IT OR YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY :’)))) gosh what a ride it’s been… Yes I purposely tried to troll you guys into thinking all hope was lost so that when our fav mochi really does appear, it’s all the more magical✨✨

Package Deal: Michael Clifford (Part 6)

Word Count: 1302 

Requested: No; I just needed to continue 

 Warnings: None 

Much love.. 

“Bye Mommy!” Grayson yelled, giving you a quick wave as he stepped onto the stairs of the school bus. 

Today was the day your baby boy started Kindergarten, something you really hadn’t mentally prepared for. Grayson was so excited to go but you knew this meant he was growing up. It was happening all too fast for your liking. Tears brimmed your eyes as you saw the doors close leaving the image of Gray clad in his jeans, little combat boots and baggy grey sweater, his turtle shell backpack rested on his shoulders. 

Mikey had been the one who’d taken him clothes shopping against your own will though they had let you handle the supplies. You had been speechless when Mikey had walked through the door after his and Gray’s ‘shopping spree’, hands overflowing with bags. 

As Grayson proudly displayed all his new attire you couldn’t help but to smile. Little black skinny jeans, baby band tees, oversized sweaters and even a denim jacket.. Looking at him you only saw Michael, not his father, but his genetics suggested otherwise. 

Though Grayson had fallen for Michael’s sense of style, his favorite piece of clothing was his Ninja Turtle tee being that Mikey had purchased one for himself so they could match. It had gotten to a point where the two had grown inseparable, Grayson even insisted 'Michelangelo’ should come over every day. 

In the past few weeks you had truly appreciated how close all three of you had gotten; you were the three musketeers, the three amigos, three peas in a pod. Suddenly you’d felt complete, you’d felt like a family. 

After heavy consideration you had built up the courage to ask Michael. Even though it was Grayson’s first day, he was now going to have a surprise when he came home. In a few hours Michael was coming over, all his belongings crammed into his car and was officially moving in. 


“Hey Kitten,” Mikey smiled, ducking out of his car. You childishly grinning with anticipation you spoke coolly, “Hey Babe." 

"You ready?” He questioned as he opened the trunk of his car. “More ready than ever,” you laughed, eagerly grabbing the first box. 

Sweat covered your forehead as you looked at the disarray of the apartment. While empty boxes lined the walls, a smile lined Mikey’s lips. “We did it,” he chuckled, wrapping his arm around your waist. “And in record time,” you smirked as your eyes scanned the room, specifically looking at the guitars that set in the corner, “I wish you’d told me you still played. I knew you were in a band but.." 

Shrugging, Mikey kissed your forehead, "It really wasn’t important at the time.” “I can’t believe you just kissed me, I’m all gross,” you quickly stepped away, “I’m gonna get cleaned up." 


”(Y/N)? Your phone is ringing, I think it’s the school,“ Michael’s concerned tone met you at the bathroom door. Quickly slipping your clean shirt over your head, you opened the door, taking your phone from Mike. "Hello?” You answered worriedly. “Hi, is this Miss (Y/L/N)?” The woman on the other line asked. “Yes, is everything all right?" 

"Well, Grayson’s teacher brought him down to me a few minutes ago, he’s had a rough day and we were wondering if you’d like to get him.” “Oh- of course,” you were taken aback as you grabbed your wallet and keys off the counter, “I’ll be right there.” Quickly hanging up you yelled to Mikey, “Babe, I’ll be right back, I’ve gotta pick up Gray." 

Michael made his way toward the door, his brows furrowed, "I didn’t think school ended until 3:30.” “Well that was the school and they said he had a rough day,” you spoke, confused yourself. He only nodded before asking, “Do you want me to come with you?” “Actually yes." 

Making your way into the office you saw Gray sitting in a chair, tears stained his reddened cheeks. "Michelangelo!” He instantly perked up seeing Mike’s face, running directly toward him. “Hey Buddy, what’s going on?” Michael crouched down as Gray ran into his arms. “I just needed Mommy and especially you,” Gray rambled. 

The whole situation left you dumbfounded and now that Gray was smiling you only wanted answers. “Could we talk to you Miss. (Y/L/N)?” The woman who had been sitting near Grayson questioned politely. 

“Yes, please,” you nodded, following her into her office. “I’m Colleen by the way,” she offered you her hand which you gladly accepted, “(Y/N).” “Well I’ll just say, Grayson is an amazing boy, a strong little one,” Colleen spoke softly, shutting the door. Nodding, you awaited her next statement. “Today in class they began discussing their families; you know, mothers, siblings, grandparents and,” she paused, “fathers." 

You froze, "That’s when he lost it.. Fathers." 

"Well not exactly (Y/N), his teacher said he was acting perfectly normal and openly said, 'I don’t have a Dad,’ but then another student, which has since faced disciplinary action, piped up insisting Grayson’s father wouldn’t have loved him." 

In that moment your heart broke, "Oh gosh,” you buried your head into your hands, “Did he talk to you about it?" 

Colleen’s expression softened, "Yes indeed. Grayson was in tears as he recounted what happened but then he stopped talking. I advise that you talk to him about it though give it a day or two. Call me if you need anything.” She then placed a small card in front of you. 

Currently it all seemed too much to consider but you agreed quickly, ready to take your son home. “I will do and thank you so much Colleen,” you smiled making your way out to the main office to see Grayson smiling widely as he sat on Michael’s lap. “Let’s go home Gray,” you leaned down grabbing his little hand, “you had a rough day." 

"I’m so happy Michelangelo is living with us,” Grayson smiled, his head resting on his pillow. Mikey had taken his usual spot at the end of Grayson’s bed while you curled up next to him, your feet resting in Mike’s lap. 

“I’m glad you’re happy Gray, that’s all Mommy wants for you,” you cooed, gently rubbing circles onto his back, “That’s all Mikey wants too. But you need to get some rest Buddy,” you smiled, brushing his bangs from his sleepy eyes before sitting up. “Okay,” Grayson sighed, “Love you, Mommy.” He reached his arms around you, pecking your cheek. “Now say goodnight to Mikey and get some sleep. I love to the moon and back Gray,” you smiled standing in the doorway. “To infinity and beyond,” he giggled. 

Stepping away from Gray’s room you heard Michael’s low murmur followed by a fit of laughter, as usual. Grayson’s laughter meant the world to you, especially on a day like today. It felt different as you made way into your own bedroom, the room that you officially shared with Michael as of today. This simply opened another chapter within the novel containing Grayson and your stories. 

You pulled back the comforter on the bed and slipped in, flicking off the lamp on your beside table. The door soon clicked shut, Michael’s figure walked in. He rustled a bit with his pillow before he layed by your side. “Hey,” he rolled over, grabbing your hand, “Can I tell you something?" 

"Yeah, hold on,” you reached over and turned your lamp back on. “What’s going on Babe,” you questioned. 

Mike suddenly sat up as he spoke, “Grayson told me something in his room and before you say anything I want you to know, I told him the three of us can talk about it." 

"Go on,” you spoke softly, grasping tighter onto his hand. 

“Grayson asked me if I would be his daddy..”