hate me i know

just a little bit of your heart is all i want

Jake Peralta doesn’t like to snoop.

Okay, that’s a lie. He can’t help himself. Any sign of a secret threatening to be exposed, he needs to get to the bottom of it. According to him, it’s a natural human instinct. Everyone else thinks it’s just a Jake Peralta instinct. 

So when he glances down at the trash can next to the bathroom sink while brushing his teeth one night, a rectangular blue box takes over his eyesight. 

And - you guessed it - he can’t help himself.

He reaches down and picks it up, his eyes scanning the small print over and over. Then the panic sets in and the assumptions roll through his mind. He has two options right now - freak out and ask Amy if they need to start baby-proofing their apartment, or calmly ask her what the hell is going on.

He decides to go with the latter.

“Hey, babe?” he calls out, walking back into the bedroom with the box clutched in his hand.

“Yeah?” Amy’s sitting up against the headboard, a concentrated frown hiding behind her reading glasses, and today’s copy of the New York Times sprawled across her lap (she likes to do the Sudoku puzzles at night. Jake doesn’t question it anymore).

“Is there anything you need to tell me?” Jake asks, holding the box up in plain sight.

Amy glances up at him, then at the box. Then back at him, then back at the box, then back to her newspaper. “Nope,” she replies, a small grin appearing as she scribbles a bunch of numbers down on the page.

“You sure? Because this little guy right here is telling me something different.”

Amy rolls her eyes, taking off her glasses. “Jake-”

“Ames, if you were a murderer, you’d be terrible at it. I mean come on, you can’t even hide this evidence properly! You’re literally asking me to arrest you.”


“Wait, are you a murderer? Oh my god, have you been pretending to be a detective this entire time? Captain Holt would be so disappointed in you.”


“Actually you know what? That’s pretty good, faking being a police officer to cover up your crimes, maybe you can get extra points for sneaky behavior-“

“JAKE!” Amy yells. He stops rambling, finally, and stares at her.

“Did you actually look inside the box?” Amy asks. “Or did you just jump to conclusions as always?”

Jake frowns, looking down at the box again. He moves over to the bed, sitting on the edge, then shakes the box lightly. It rattles, indicating that there is indeed something inside that he probably should have investigated before. He reaches with his other hand to open the box, but stops and throws it to Amy.

“I don’t wanna touch it,” he explains with a shudder.

Amy lets out an exasperated sigh - bed time is never boring - before grabbing the box and pulling out the small white stick and holding it up. “It’s negative,” she says, pointing at the single pink line, “see?”

Jake squints at the object, feeling his body instantly relax when he sees one line instead of two. “Okay,” he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Negative. Okay. Cool cool cool.”

Amy gives him a tight-lipped smile, slipping the test back into the box. “Don’t worry, no tiny humans will be running around this place any time soon,” she reassures him, throwing the box into the small rubbish basket underneath the nightstand.

Jake smiles back but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He slips under the bed covers with a sigh, sliding into the warmth with an odd feeling gnawing at his heart. He still has a million questions about this insane little object that almost just had the ability to change his life. And Amy’s no moron. She can sense when something’s wrong with him.

“Okay, what’s up with you?” she asks, shifting closer to him.

“Why did you take the test in the first place?” Jake blurts out, surprising himself because he was pretty sure he’d said that in his head and not out loud.

Amy takes a deep breath and shrugs. “I…was late,” she admits, a light shade of crimson heating her cheeks.

“But you’re on birth control.”

“Yeah but it’s not always 100% effective, I wanted to be sure. And I didn’t think it was necessarily worth hiding because it wasn’t positive. No biggie, right?”

“Right,” Jake replies. A wave of relief washes over him and he relaxes. “Right, right, right. So, no kids yet?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“No, not yet,” Amy replies, linking her arm with his.

“But…one day?” he asks hopefully.

If there’s ever been a moment that’s melted Amy’s heart, it’s this one. She grabs his hand, linking her fingers with his gently. “One day for sure,” she promises, kissing him softly on the cheek and resting her chin on his shoulder.

“So just to be completely sure, you’re definitely not pregnant?”

“Well, I’m not late anymore, babe.”

“Oh, gross.”

Me : Flint and Wood.. yeah, never really thought about it. Why not. Let’s check the tag.

*A few minutes later*

Me : aw my babies are so cute. Let them be happy and gay together. Come on guys, GET MARRIED AND HAVE MANY BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN TO PLAY QUIDDITCH WITH. THEY’RE MEANT FOR EACH OTHER. DON’T TELL ME OTHERWISE. I have to read all the fanfictions.

One Night Only | Sungjin [series, ongoing]

One Night Only | fluff, angst, flangst | Sungjin x OC | I Smile

Sungjin hasn’t seen Nayeon since they broke up six months ago, about the same time Haru told JB she loves him but he didn’t love her back. Now, JB and Nayeon are together and inescapable when their universes collide at a get-together neither Sungjin nor Haru can avoid. The solution? Pair the spares. It’s just for one night after all. Despite their differences, Sungjin and Haru can fake being in love for one night. But when the moonlight takes them to unexpected places, hard truths, and startling revelations, it’s easy blurring the lines between real and make believe. Inevitably, the morning comes, and Sungjin and Haru must decide. They faked the night, but can they make the morning real?

a/n: Hello. So this is the I Smile fic I’ve been obsessing over recently. Took me forever to plan the series and get this opening chapter right, but I think this turned out okay? Hope you like it? Let me know what you think? Thanks for reading <3

i. it’s been a while, i didn’t think you’d be the first to call

The sun sets with Sungjin reaching out for his guitar and slinging the strap over his shoulder. He watches the rest of his band set up alongside him— watches the neon pink sun dip into the horizon of rooftops. As the rough edges of the city soften in the moments the sunset blends into the summer night, the roof deck seems to transform where the light is warped by the endless string of fairy lights giving the floor and the stage a warm honey glow. With the reassuring weight of his guitar against him, he breathes in the few seconds of silence before the sound. Then he sees her and falls apart.

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Every time Azusa chokes MC in his route, I want her to say, “Harder, Daddy” & get roughly fucked against the tree.

anonymous messages psa;

//hey guys, it’s vi and i would just like to really quickly address something about my blog that i’m sure you guys have noticed and might be a little confused about; and that it WHY I HAVE MY ANONYMOUS MESSAGES TURNED OFF. before you guys freak out and think it’s bc i have been receiving hate or something i’d like to clear up that is not the case and i’d just sorta like to explain it a little bit. (i’ve actually only received anon hate but it wasn’t really anon bc i knew exactly who it was lmao aren’t ip addresses a bitch?)

so. i have anonymous messages turned off, and before anyone asks, no i will never turn anonymous on. here’s why:

recently i have noticed tumblr becoming a more and more toxic environment across multitudes of fandoms and really just in the tumblr rp community as a whole. i’ve noticed more and more anon hate being sent– and like this shit didn’t happen NEARLY as much as it does now just a year ago. i’m not sure what in tumblr changed or really why it’s taken the turn it has, but regardless, i do not view the community as a completely safe place anymore. that’s not to say all anons are bad, quite the opposite in fact, i see the majority of anonymous messages are actually quite positive. i don’t want people thinking i think all anonymous messages are bad or that anyone who is afraid to show their face is evil or blah blah blah. that’s not what i’m saying. 

what i am saying, is i am not personally interested in anything anyone has to say that they cannot say face to face with me. that’s it. i know some people are very shy, and i’m really sorry that that is the case, but lately tumblr has become too much of a game of he said she said, and i’m not interested in playing. IF YOU WANT TO SAY SOMETHING TO ME AND YOU DON’T WANT IT TO BE PUBLIC, please just message me on your account and clarify it is a private message, that’s completely fine. i have no problem with that. but i don’t believe in people speaking to me from behind a grey face. simple as that. 


Crowley Week

Okay guys, so Crowley week is getting closer (although I still haven’t picked a date yet) but I’m building up a fair few fics (mostly half written at the moment but I plan to get at least two of them done over the weekend).  I’m thinking of making it around the first week of July, assuming all goes well.

Again, if anyone wants to make some sort of request, please feel free, the more Crowley fics, the better (it is kind of the point).

And, please shoot me some sort of message for the taglist.  So far are the following (You guys are all amazing, thank you for those messages, sorry I can’t respond, I didn’t even see most of them because tumblr is being a bitch to me lately)

@ sunshineistoofuckingbright | @everyjourneylove | @wholita | @darthcastiel | @thelazybamf

I had a spark of inspiration while relistening to older songs I used to like and… Mmm, had to do this.

Probably won’t ever make it smooth because I’m lazy but I tried.

Flash crashed only once. #Bless.

*connor’s phone rings*

jared: *reads the contact name*

jared: dude. you still call your father “daddy”?

*connor answers his phone*

connor, not breaking eye contact with jared: hey evan

jared: *spits out drink*


“to know your enemy, you must become your enemy”

y’all: i’m not gonna watch the trc show if [x] and [y] and [z]

me, with my popcorn already popped: ……………………………