he really wants to know what time it is

Bad Moon Rising (Part 1)

Originally posted by iwriteaboutdean

Summary: Jensen and the reader are doing some filming out in the Canadian wilderness when they decide to take a short hike during a break. The only problem is they don’t show up for their scene later that day…

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 3,000ish

Warnings: language, mild injury

A/N: Enjoy!…


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anonymous asked:

Fluff PROMPT: Mulder and pregnant Scully have a bath together after a long day. I love your writing!!! ❤️❤️

Dear perfect, lovely anon. Your fluff prompt kept me sane today when I drove through Ireland (insanely beautiful country, but roads not suitable for my currently slightly damaged car). So, from the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU. I hope you like this cause I didn’t read the ‘after a long day’ and this happened. Oops.

For some reason Mulder is five minutes early. Of course he knows why he is early if he thinks about it (he tries not to think about it, but how can he not). The reason he is early, no matter the minutes, is that his apartment feels lonely, empty even. The only place he feels like himself, where he feels like he still belongs, is at Scully’s place. Luckily, either because of her pregnancy or simply because she really does like him, too, Scully is fine with him coming over every day. Every single day. Just the other day Mulder thought she’d mumbled a ‘stay the night’ when he tucked her in. But she’d hardly been awake and no matter how long he stared at her sleeping form, she didn’t repeat it. So he left. He leaves every night only to return again the next day. Like a stray puppy. Except for that one day when he had a doctor’s appointment and she insisted that she come with him and they spent the morning together anyway. So if he thinks about it (he really shouldn’t), it’s not a surprise he’s early.

These days Mulder has more than enough time to lose himself in thoughts while he waits for Scully to open the door. At 8 months pregnant, she no longer walks, she waddles. Though that is something he keeps to himself. Whenever someone stares at her strange walk he shoots them a dirty look. It’s the least he can do, he figures, having missed so much already. Not that they ever talk about it. If they talk about the baby it’s just that: the baby. Scully turns pink whenever she calls it her baby and neither of them has dared to call it their child yet. It’s been 8 months and it seems too sudden. At least Mulder can claim to have been dead for a great part of the pregnancy. That’s another thought he keeps to himself, though. Whether they talk about it or not, he’s here for her and the baby. The baby. His, hers or maybe even theirs.

Mulder contemplates using his key. It’s been minutes (or at least it feels like minutes) and Scully still hasn’t opened the door. If she gets angry, he thinks, he can always argue that something could have been wrong. If he’s honest, though, he doesn’t want to use the key. Unless Scully tells him to. Even when they were dating, or whatever they had been doing before he was abducted, he hardly ever used the key to her apartment.

“Hi.” Scully opens the door before he can finish his thought and Mulder is so taken aback by her attire that he forgets words altogether. Not that he’s never seen her in her underwear before (hey, he’s even seen her without it), but that was Before.

“Mulder? Can you come in? I’d rather not have my neighbors see me like this.” He walks in behind her and closes the door. Her hair is up in a messy bun and the tank top she’s wearing is sticking to her back.

“Is everything all right, Scully? How are you feeling?” She turns to him and he is certain he’s never seen her like this; her face is flushed as if she’s run a marathon and her eyes look exhausted. He hasn’t told her, because again, he isn’t sure he’s allowed, but this pregnancy looks good on her. Today, though, it really, really doesn’t.

“It’s so hot, Mulder. I can't… I don’t know what to do. My mother took me to the market this morning and I guess it was too much.”

“Oh.” It’s not a clever remark but he’s miffed no one told him about the market. He could have gone with them,

“Did we want to do anything today? I can’t remember. It’s too warm to think, Mulder.” She sits down on the couch where a fan is oscillating into her direction. She moans softly and Mulder bites his tongue as his cock twitches inside his jeans. Definitely not the time.

“No, we uhm, didn’t have any plans.”

“That’s good.” She sighs closing her eyes. Mulder wonders if he should do something, say something or maybe even just sit down. Looking at her pink face, he gets an idea. A brilliant idea.

“I know what we can do, though.” Scully opens one eye, waiting for him to elaborate.

“Do I have to move? Because I think I’d rather not.”

“You do have to move, but you’re going to love it.” Scully opens the second eye and gives him The Eyebrow.

“Mulder…”

“That’s not-”, Mulder swallows and his face takes on the same color as hers, though for completely different reasons, “Scully, I wouldn’t – I mean. That’s not what I had in mind,” it’s only half a lie after all, “how about a nice bath?”

“I’m not allowed to take hot baths.”

“I know that,” she glances at him; them not talking about things includes him not telling her that he’s read the pregnancy books. All of them, “I was thinking a nice, cool bath so you can relax and you know, cool down a bit.”

“That does sound nice. I just…”

“Just what?”

“I might need some help getting in the tub.” She refuses to look at him so Mulder kneels in front of her, one hand on her knee, the other under her chin. There are tears shimmering in her eyes, as there are so often these days, and he is prepared to wipe them away should any of them fall.

“That’s not a problem, Scully. Not at all.”

The moan Scully lets out once she slips into the tub sounds like ecstasy and Mulder needs to remind himself to keep a clear head. His little head refuses to listen, but Mulder concentrates on the happiness on Scully’s face as he kneels down next to the bathtub. The water is lukewarm (and remind Mulder of pee, but he’s not going to tell her) and covers half of her belly.

“That’s nice. That was a good idea you had, Mulder.” Her eyes close but she cups his cheek in her hand for a short moment and he leans into her touch. The whole bathroom smells like her cocoa butter bubble bath.

“You smell so good.” He can’t control his voice, or his thoughts. Neither can he control his actions; he kisses her naked shoulder before he gently bites into it. Scully gasps and stares at him open-mouthed.

“You taste good, too.” Mulder smiles at her, genuinely happy for once.

“Mulder, can I ask something else?” Here it comes, he thinks, as the water softly splashes against the porcelain. Scully turns to him and he forces himself to look into her eyes.

“Of course.”

“Get in here.”

“What?” He can’t help but laugh.

“Get in here.” Scully repeats and grabs at his t-shirt.

“Scully, the tub is not…”

“You think I’m too big, don’t you?”

“No! You look perfect, Scully.”

“You mean fat.” She is pouting and her nails dig into his shirt.

“No, I don’t mean that at all. You look so beautiful, Scully. You’re carrying our, I mean my, I mean your – the baby and you’ve never looked more beautiful.”

“The first one, Mulder.”

“Hm?” He looks at her and somehow he is defenseless now and she manages to get the t-shirt bunched around his throat so that the only reasonable thing he can do it to take it off all the way.

“Our baby,” she tells him, slightly scratching his now bare chest and this time it’s time it’s him who moans, “I’m carrying our baby.” He nods, swallows hard. “Now get in here.” Scully demands and hasn’t he been waiting for clear, explicit orders? Here he goes. Mulder takes off the rest of his clothes quickly, Scully watching him curiously, and finally he’s naked.

“Where do I…” he wonders out loud and Scully scoots forward so he can fit behind her.

“This is even better.” She sighs when he’s settled in the tub and she can lean against him. She feels warm against his chest, almost hot, and he wonders if them sharing heat isn’t counterproductive. He’s not going to complain, though. Mulder is uncertain where to put his hands and one of them brushes her breast. Scully hisses.

“Sorry.”

“They’re just sensitive.” She takes his hands and puts them on her stomach where the baby kicks.

“Wow.”

“I think the baby agrees with your bath idea.” She chuckles, gently stroking her belly, her fingers brushing Mulder’s hand.

“Smart baby.”

“Wonder where he gets that from.”

“He? We- You’re having a boy?” Mulder thinks he doesn’t care either way, but so far she hasn’t mentioned the gender of the baby and suddenly he can’t wait to find out. They should really start communicating, he thinks.

“We, Mulder,” Scully reminds him, putting her hand over his, “are having a baby.”

“Yes… we are. But you’re not telling me?”

“I’m not telling you.” He buries his nose in her neck and she giggles when he starts nuzzling her.  

“You want to be surprised, Mulder. I know you do.” He doesn’t answer her knowing she’s right. Instead he leaves tiny kisses all over her neck; he lingers a moment longer where the chip is hidden inside and then moves on. She’s moaning again, but he can’t stop. Maybe, he thinks, if he keeps doing this, she’ll ask him to do more than kiss her soon. And maybe, if he’s really lucky, she’ll even ask him to stay again.

Embarrassing Friends- Auston Matthews

Originally posted by werenski

Ok guys I love you all a lot and thanks for understanding my break! I promise I won’t let you guys down! So enjoy guys!

Warning: None?

Anon Request: Can you do one with Mitch Marner and Auston Matthews where you meet Mitch for the first time and he’s embarrassing Auston by going on and on about how much he likes you and won’t stop talking about you etc.?

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              “So YOU’RE (Y/N)!”

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anonymous asked:

I hate people who say that Jensen hugged Jared because he had drunk.He hugged Jared in that concert,he stroked Jared's shoulder and hugged him in auto room etc. He was drunk all the time? Wtf,is not true..why spoil such a beautiful and intense moment?


OMG who says that? Wtf? No. How many times did Jensen hug Jared when he was sober before? Lots!

Originally posted by lmvlis

Originally posted by nothingidputbeforeyou

Originally posted by intoxicate-my-veins

(okay, here he’s DEMANDING a hug from Jared, same thing tho)

[(✿ ♥‿♥)]

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And we can’t forget that time when Jensen took Sam and Dean hug to the next level:

[(✿ ♥‿♥)] (btw, i just love this so much; Jensen fucking clinging to Jared; Jared’s strong enough to fucking run with him like that; what’s not to love!)

And that one time he didn’t want to let go:

[(✿ ♥‿♥)]

Granted, it’s usually Jared who initiates the hugs, but Jensen sure doesn’t mind them (sometimes he pretends he doesn’t like them when he’s using his grumpy!Dean persona, but you know he really loves all the hugs!). 

[(✿ ♥‿♥)

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He loves them, that smile doesn’t lie ;) 

And BTW I guess those people assume that alcohol made Jensen loose his inhibitions. So, following that pattern he was so drunk he didn’t give a shit about what would people think, and since he really wanted to hug Jared, he just hugged Jared. In other words, drunk Jensen couldn’t help himself but to gave in to his urge to hug his boy. That’s where that logic has led me. *shrugs*

Originally posted by j2rightnow

Oops, that got out of hand quickly. My conclusion: Jensen hugs Jared because he wants to, not because he’s drunk. Ya’ll can fight me on this! 

Your group wins their first award and they standing close to you when you started crying in happiness (BTS)

Rap Monster: -he would pat your shoulder congratulating you but would feel embarrassed because he wasn’t exactly sure what to say- “um congrats”  

Originally posted by rapnamu

Jin: -he wouldn’t be sure if he should hug you or not. He wanted to congratulate you but wasn’t sure what time was the right time to do it- *gif*

Originally posted by noodleoodleoo

Suga: -he would be very happy for your group because he actually liked your song as well- “oh good job guys”

Originally posted by charrytommoto

J-Hope: -he wouldn’t know exactly how to react to your reaction but would kind of watch you as you do it- “congrats guys”

Originally posted by nycbtslover

Jimin: -he would be attempting to say congrats but you were crying to much to really here it- “hey do you need a hug? You’re crying a lot”

Originally posted by beui

V: -he would go to say something and you would be hugging and he couldn’t happen but to laugh at it- *gif*

Originally posted by taesverynofun

Jungkook: -he would stand there unsure when was the right time to say congratulations as you guys seemed a bit emotional at the moment- *gif*

Originally posted by nochuie

maxinezorualuna  asked:

Hi there! I'm a fairly new Pokemon trainer traveling through Kanto but I'm having some trouble that unfortunately my father can't answer because he only knows how to care for his and my mother's Pokemon. My starter Eevee (Scout) constantly runs a head of me and even though I keep telling Scout why this is wrong he won't stop. I want to put him in his pokeball but every time I pull it out he becomes fearful. What should I do? Thank you and I hope you have a lovely rest of your day.

While I admire your faith in Scout, you need to realize, as smart as he is, he, like all Pokémon, really cannot comprehend long-term consequences very well. As such, your warning that wondering is wrong just won’t be effective. What he needs is simple and immediate cause-and-effect situations to learn from. Don’t put him in his ball when your mad or scared (that’s what is likely causing the fearful behavior). Whenever he starts to stray, though, he goes back in the ball. No yelling. No threats. No scolding. No punishment. No fretting. No second chances. No “one more times.” No “I’m going to count to three.” No apprehension. The last is really important right now. If you act like putting him in his ball is the worst thing ever, he is going to learn that it is.

Now, if you really are reluctant to keep him in his ball (which is your prerogative; a lot of trainers dislike using Pokéballs), consider leash or harness training him. He will likely be squirmy about it at first, especially since he’s gotten used to moving free-range, but he’ll adjust if you persist. Good luck!

Mr. Barnes

{Chapter 1} {Chapter 2} Chapter 3

Summary: Your first official l day on the job is much harder than you anticipated and not because of the workload. 

Pairing: Bucky x fem reader

Warnings: Some swearing, and small injury

Word Count: 1670

A/N: I’m getting notes on both of my previous chapters so I’m just gonna keep writing more until I get to where I want to end it. I really don’t want my blog to just be this fic and I’m really wanting to do some requests so sent those in and I’ll get them up asap. And my tag list is non existent right now but I’d love to have one so if you want to be added just let me know. -Hannah xo


You woke up to the angry sound of your alarm blaring from your phone. The sleep you got was shit compared to what you usually get. Every time you would get anywhere near close to falling asleep he would make his way back into your mind. Even when you did finally fall asleep he would just appear in your dreams in more ways than one.

As you rolled out of bed hitting the off button on your alarm you sat on the edge of your bed. “He is my boss,” you thought to yourself “yes, he is very attractive, fit, and is part of the avengers, but he is your boss.” You leaned forward and but your head in your hands and let out a defeated groan.

Skipping breakfast on your way out the door again was probably the worst decision you could’ve made. Your butterflies were worse than they were yesterday but the scent of the coffee shop as you walked in was oddly soothing.

You grabbed a coffee for both yourself and Bucky and headed to the tower. Upon arrival F.R.I.D.A.Y immediately greeted you. “Good morning, Miss Y/L/N. Would you like to know where Mr. Barnes is?”

“Yes, that would be helpful. Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.” You started walking towards the elevator as the AI spoke back “He’s coming back from his morning run now, he’ll be through the doors in seconds.” And merely seconds after F.R.I.D.A.Y finished Bucky walked through the front doors. “Good Morning, Mr. Barnes. I brought you your coffee, two creams, one sugar.” You smiled and held it out to him.

He grabbed the coffee as he walked passed you into the elevator. You turned around and looked at him surprised he didn’t say anything back.

Bucky stares at you. “Are you coming, or not?” He sounded severely pissed off so you quickly walked into the elevator and stood next to him. After about a minute of awkward silence you pull out your phone. “Mr. Barnes, today you have a meeting later tonight before a party Tony is having, and before that it’s all mostly training with Mr. Rogers and Mr. Wilson.”

He looks over at you without a word before turning back to the door as the elevator dings. “Thanks” he says before stepping out and heading down the hall to the living quarters of the tower. When Bucky walked down the hallway all he could think about was how knew that he was being very brief, but you were all that he could think of. The amount of sleep he got decreased, he was distracted, and he wasn’t training as hard as he should be, and he knew the only way to fix that was to be as professional as he could be.

You were in the main living room space at the table going over your planner while you waited for Bucky to come back up for his training session. He had 15 minutes before he had to start and you weren’t worried.

Steve appeared in the living room soon after you sat down and began to work. “Uh, excuse me, Y/N, have you seen Bucky? Our training session starts soon.” you looked up at the large avenger before you “I believe he went back to his room to shower after his run. He didn’t really say exactly what he was doing but I’m assuming.” you smiled and looked down at your planning “and you have about 15 minutes before it starts so most likely he’ll be around soon.” 

Steve sits down at the chair across from you. “We only briefly met yesterday, but I’m Steve, Steve Rogers, but you probably already knew that.” He chuckled and smiled at you. You felt a slight blush creep onto your cheeks as the attractive avenger sat in front of you. “I did, actually.” you smile and glanced up to his eyes. 

“It’s nice to have someone new around here, I’m getting kinda sick of everyone else.” he says with a little wink. You raise your eyebrows “so you’re saying, if I stick around you’ll get sick of me too?” He leans back in his chair before he laughs. “Oh, Doll, I could never get used to a pretty face like yours.” 

Damn. You thought to yourself. These Avenger men sure can be flirty.

Both of your heads turn towards the door as Bucky walked in. “Hey, Buck, I was just getting to know Y/N here. Are you ready to train?” Bucky looks between the both of you thinking about the conversation he just heard, and sees the small amount of  pink that was left in your cheeks. He knew Steve would try to make a move but, hell, would he let him. 

Bucky looks at Steve and with confidence says “Ready as I’ll ever be.” Before the two men leave Bucky turns to you. “Would you like to come down and see what we do in training?” 

“Oh, uh. Why not.” You said softly unsure of if Bucky was still angry. You followed the men down the hall to the training room and all Bucky could think of was how Steve would regret flirting with you. He knew being reserved and blunt wasn’t going to work to get you out of his head. Holding back wasn’t an option now.

As the three of you arrived in the large training room you went to the side of the room and took a seat at a small table before watching the two Avengers go at it. “Okay, so we’re just gonna work on normal hits and similar things today.” Steve said as he backed away from Bucky who was about ready to fight. Steve threw the first few hits as Bucky blocked and this continued on for quite some time.

You watched silently as the men fought before you and before you know it you were once again staring at Bucky. There was just something that made him so easy to watch. Between the thin layer of sweat that covered his entire body, the way he moved, and the light that would reflect off his metal arm it was just hard not to watch his every move. 

He looked over at you as the two broke apart to grab water and he noticed you. Your stare wasn’t inanely obvious but regardless, it was a stare. He knew that purposely trying to show off would be a stupid idea but when Steve came back to fight he didn’t hold back. “Buck, what the hell.” Steve grunted as he dodged and blocked Bucky’s suddenly extremely forceful hits. 

The training session seemed to almost quadruple in intensity and you were pulled out of your state of thought. Bucky was throwing some strong punches and Steve was blocking them equally as well but faster than you could blink Steve threw a punch and landed it right between Bucky’s ribs sending backwards onto the ground.

“Oh Fuck.” Steve exclaimed before running over to Bucky who was now on the ground holding his chest. “Buck, are you okay?” You quickly rushed over beside the two men “Is there anything you need me to do?” Steve turns and looks at Bucky then back to you. “Stay here with him, I don’t think I broke a rib but I’m not sure. I’ll be back.” 

You kneeled next to Bucky as he caught his breath. “Fucking hell” he wheezed and tried to sit up. “Nonono. You should probably stay still until Mr. Rogers comes back.” You panicked as you placed your hand on his shoulder attempting to keep him on his back but failed. He stood up leaving you on your knees below him. He reaches his hand down to help you up, and as you stood up your heel got caught under the other and you fell forward. Only to be caught by Bucky. As he caught you he let out a small grunt. “Oh  my god, I’m so sorry, are you okay?” You apologized as you stood up. “I’m fine Y/N. Are you?” He says as he moves his hand to your lower back to steady you. You chuckled “I’m fine. I’m not the one who just got punched in the chest by a super solider.

You were still pressed up against Bucky from the fall when Sam, Tony, and Steve all walk back in. You both quickly pull apart as you straightened your skirt out. “Oh well I see you two are getting along” Tony comments as he walks further into the room “I can also see that you didn’t break a rib.” he says while shooting a look at Steve who just shrugs. Sam walks over to Bucky and pulls up his shirt. Bucky tries swatting at his hand but Sam already had it up too far. “But hell is that bruised.” The four of you looked at the nasty bruise.

“Well, I’d say to call it here. We can catch up on training another time.” Sam said as he puts his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. Bucky nods and the five of you start to head out of the training room. “Y/L/N,” Tony spoke from behind me “You’re coming to the party tonight right?” he looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “Well, I didn’t really think I was invited.” You paused as Sam, Steve, and Bucky left, leaving you and Tony behind. “Nonsense, you’re part of the team now, and I think that tin arm is taking a pretty good liking to you.” You blushed when he mentioned Bucky. “So head home and get yourself ready, I’ll tell tin arm to take it easy until the party tonight.” You smiled “Thank you Mr. Stark.”

“Oh, just call me Tony, and I will see you later” He said with a nod before heading out. You headed out to your car only thinking about the possible outcomes of tonight’s events.

Technicolor: Pt 1(?)

So this was inspired by the Black and White to Color Soulmate au by @adriexnette I hope you don’t mind but I really loved the au idea you had and wanted to write something for it.

Might continue this if I get inspired some more (writing and time has been difficult lately)


Color he could suddenly see color and it was beautiful. The world around him was filled…. it was awe inspiring…. He didn’t even know what the names for the colors he saw were he just knew that they were beautiful and the color that Ladybug wore was his favorite… The first battle with her was dizzying, he could hardly focus, there was just too much to look at and more importantly he had her to look at and she looked damn beautiful in color. More exciting then the sudden beauty surrounding him however was the fact that he had finally found her, he had finally found the girl that he was meant to be with and she was more than amazing. He wouldn’t much mind going back to living in black and white as long as she remained in color…


Marinette watched the people around her. As someone who had seen color from such a young age she didn’t quite see the world as everyone else did. She had always seen the colors and to her they didn’t really seem all that remarkable. Yes they were extremely helpful in design but… she would give it al up if she could just know who he (or she) was…. Marinette sighed as she watched a couple from across the street, they talked animatedly and pointed to random things around them like the bright red roses and the horrid orange color of his shirt. They were seeing color for the first time but more exciting than that they had found each other. Marinette shook her head as she looked away from the couple and continued her way to school. The thing about Marinette was she had know way of knowing if she ran into her soulmate again and because of that she had a different way of looking at love. While others didn’t even consider dating until you had them see color Marinette wished just once someone would take her on a date, just for fun because why not? The chances of her ever finding hers again after all this time were damn near impossible so why not go out and have fun and just pretend even if it was for one night. It would be nice to have someone to get dressed up for, to laugh and walk around town arm in arm… but Marinette had resigned herself to knowing she would never have that. Especially not with the boy who made her heart race, the boy who had met his soulmate only a day before he met her… what could she have expected really, she was doomed to end up alone. At least you can see in color,  Marinette thought bitterly to herself.


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anonymous asked:

*Push Komaeda toward Matsuda* Listen, we don't have a lot of time, but maybe he could help you ? Matsuda, pretty please could you see what's wrong with his brain ?

Mmh? Do you expect me to be able to tell you that just like that? I need medical material. That takes a lot of time.


Why? What is your condition? If it’s boring I don’t want to hear it.


Oh no I don’t want to bother you, really…


He had frontotemporal dementia and an advanced lymphoma.


….”Had”?


We don’t know how or why but it doesn’t have it anymore, but the damages are still here.


….Mmh, that’s curious…Such a thing never happened…If I still had my lab…


Anyway, as I said there is nothing I can do just like that, besides if he doesn’t have it anymore you don’t need me. *starts reading again*


….That guy pisses me off….

anonymous asked:

School

“So, you’ll be graduating soon. Got any plans on what to do after school?”


“Erm,” Flug picked nervously at the stickers on his notebook, trying to keep himself focused. “I don’t… Really…”

“That’s okay, sport.” The teacher said with a gentle chuckle before giving Flug a pat on the shoulder. Flug flinched at the contact, but didn’t fight it.

“A lot of students don’t have any clear ideas yet. Sometimes it takes a bit of free time before you figure out what you want to do.”

The teacher then gave a kind farewell before turning off down the hallway, leaving Flug next to his open locker. 

It wasn’t that Flug didn’t know what he wanted to do–He was quite certain, actually. He had even checked out a college that would help him get started.

The problem was money. Tuition wasn’t cheap. 

So when he turned back to his locker, which was almost barren aside from a few more notebooks, his stomach squirmed.

There, at the bottom of the locker, sat a pristine letter. 

He had received it this morning, but hadn’t bothered to open it. He was afraid of what it would contain. After all, it alone would tell him whether or not he would get that scholarship he applied for.

Picking it up in a trembling hand, he glanced both ways down the hall. It was empty. Of course it was. Hardly anyone ever stayed after the final bell. 

It’s like ripping off a band-aid. Let’s get it over with.

With one clean tear, he opened the letter and pulled out the single page inside. 

Dear applicant,–Of course. A vague template to copy and paste so the letters could be written quickly.

We at the school of  ██████ for Science and Technology have reviewed your scholarship application.

However, we regret to inform you that what you have supplied us with in terms of individual achievements and projects is not sufficient enough to be considered for this scholarship, and thus we will unfortunately have to–

He stopped reading. He didn’t need any more than that.

He dropped the letter, letting it flutter to the ground, before sliding down his knees.

His one chance… Gone. He had put his heart and soul into those devices, hoping to impress them… But no.

It just wasn’t enough.

Preview: Ultraviolence

Following is a preview of something I’ve been working on for a long time. It’s a Steve x Bucky story, including some betrayal, heartache, recovery and overall Steve and Bucky pining after each other but denying to to themselves and each other because why would they admit it when they never did before?

And also, Steve’s engaged to Sharon. Which is an obstacle. And it’s gonna hurt.

I’m not ready to post the whole thing yet, wont be for a while I think; but if you guys want me to, I can share bits and pieces as I’m writing it. 

Let me know what you think! I’m a bit insecure about this one, because it’s ‘close to my heart’ as they say. 

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anonymous asked:

I want Bellamy to move on like I wanted Clarke to move on, the only problem is that it's Raven or Echo, there's no more people and it's hard to me see one of these possibilities. Anyway, what I don't want is bellamy to come back in a relationship amd them to use that to keep bellarke away from being canon. I think the time jump, C thinking about him every day, the fact he probably thinks she's dead is interesting. They don't need to add more plot devices. I don't know if you get what I'm saying

Clarke…moved on to a child. She didn’t find a romantic partner. So if you want Bellamy to move on in the same way that Clarke did, you shouldn’t be worrying about a potential romantic partner. 

I really don’t see Bellamy coming back on the show with a romantic partner guys. I don’t know what else to say?

anonymous asked:

omg why do you hate him so much? i didn't think he was that bad but maybe i missed something ?

OK hear me out here. And keep in mind that if you like Shigechi, that is cool, please don’t get pissed at me for my opinion.

Now, trust me, I definitely tried to like Shigechi, I admired how much he loves and wants to protect his mama and papa, in the situation with Kira I really thought he should have had more time then what we were left with, but I just. The fucking money episode really pissed me off.

I know harvest did a lot of the work(And trust me I acknowledge that what Okuyasu and Josuke did wasn’t right either) but like; Harvest is the only stand in the gang that was small enough to find the money in small hard to get places, and was able to go through out the town a lot easier with being a long range stand compared to Crazy Diamond or The Hand who are short range stands.

They spent all this time gathering those stamps, found a winning scratch off card, and they got their money. Josuke and Okuyasu are just thinking about what they are gonna do with their share, and ya know, that’s cool.


Then he just;

I know this isn’t the most CLEAR image, but remember when he got money hungry saying “But my Harvest did ALL the work and you all didn’t do anything?” and tried to give them less than what they had originally said? Like that wasn’t fair at all. Because they did do work but they did only what they could due to stand limitations.

I don’t agree with the two straight up almost murdering Shigechi for pull this shit, but I also don’t agree with Shigechi acting like a selfish brat. I know he was young and was kinda dense already but, yikes?

I will admit I thought this scene was funny;

But moving on. Nearing the end of the episode, he was so intent on keeping most of the money for himself he ATTACKED and GOT THEM DRUNK just so they wouldn’t be able to function correctly so he could get away.

He deserved to get his ass kicked. But; neither Shigechi or Josuke & Okuyasu were in the right here. The trio all did stuff that wasn’t okay, I just, hated what Shigechi did more, honestly.

I do not hate Shigechi for no apparent reason, I have my reason why I dislike him. I put him on the “discomfort character” post because I dislike him for things he has done. It was a joke about killing him again, but he still absolutely bothers me. Like I said before, I tried to like him, I really did, I liked him at one point in my life, before I got to part 4, but after that episode I just got mad.

Hope that clears stuff up.

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He gave me 19 caps and then ascended to heaven. 

Killua needs more hugs!!

Since I’ve been traipsing around a different continent for the past three months, I haven’t even seen the rest of the season and the finale… but let me tell you what happens anyway after last night’s Apparent Clusterfuck:

As Dean Winchester stands next to his prone angel, morbidly fascinated by the ash wings burned into the ground around his feet, he feels completely and utterly numb. He’s only had the presence of mind not to step on them, an easy thing given the fact that they’re so bare of feathers.

Carefully, and still without thinking, the hunter lowers himself to his knees, brow furrowed and lip trembling as he attempts to process what is clearly right before him.

Castiel is dead.

Still, Dean can’t help extending a shaking hand. His fingers gently trace the curve of Cas’s cheekbone in a way he never would have allowed himself if the other was still breathing, and despite the fact that his mouth feels like sandpaper and he can feel Castiel’s skin turning cold he asks the question anyway:

“…C-Cas?”

Dean can feel Sam staring holes through his back, but that’s the extent of any response to his query.

“Cas, wake up.”

His voice is a broken croak, but Dean keeps speaking anyway, turning bolder and more desperate with every second that reality sinks in.

“Cas? Castiel, wake up. Wake up, Cas! Cas!”

He’s pawing at his angel now, vision blurring until he has to blink to clear it. He all but throws himself across Castiel’s torso to uselessly slap at his cheeks in an attempt to rouse him.

“You stupid son of a bitch, wake up! Wake up, Castiel! Don’t you dare leave me, don’t…”

Castiel is still motionless when Dean collapses against him. “Don’t go,” the hunter whispers pitifully into his angel’s neck. He squeezes his eyes shut and swallows a sob. “Please. I… Cas, I…” His heart is in his throat as he turns his head to press a light kiss behind the other’s ear, moving to put his lips against Castiel’s own for the first and last time. “…I love you, you dumb angel,” he murmurs. “So you gotta wake up. Cas. Cas, I love you, so you hafta…”

When nothing happens, Dean curls himself over his angel and cries.

Sam joins him after a time, crouching to put a hand to his shoulder and blinking back tears himself. Soon, though, they have to go. “Dean. Dean, we have to get out of here.”

“Sammy, I–”

“I know. It’ll be okay.”

But when they both turn away from Cas for the first time, God isn’t who they’re expecting to find. In all honesty, they’re not expecting to find anyone… and yet, there he is: Chuck, dressed in a robe and stained pj pants.

“You love my son?” Is all he asks, piercing gaze boring into Dean. Dean takes a step back as if to protect Castiel’s form from his own father, and that apparently is good enough. Chuck nods sagely. “I don’t play favourites, you know,” he says. “I did that once with Lucifer and it didn’t end well… but Castiel is, different. He’s everything I didn’t know I wanted angels to be. He makes mistakes. He learns. And yet every time I bring him back, he ends up risking his life for you.”

Dean holds his breath. Chuck sighs. “I love my son, I would give him the world if I could.” There’s a beat, and Chuck tilts his head to the side. “But we’ve both seen what happens when he has unlimited power. Besides, at the end of the day… I think he really just wants you.”

And then God is gone.

Dean is confused for only a moment before there’s a gasping breath from behind him and a hacking cough, Castiel sitting upright and flushed and so very alive that Dean can do nothing but throw himself to the ground. He tackles Cas in a kiss before the other has time to say a word, pressing him to the floor and putting everything he is into the contact.

When he pulls away, Cas is bright red and smiling with the approximate wattage of the sun. “Dean,” he murmurs, awed. “I’m… I mean, I…”

Dean presses a finger to the other’s plump lips. “I love you,” he says simply.

And Castiel moves to kiss him again.

The First Time With Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by syeons

Genre: romance/fluff
Pairing: Jungkook/You
Length: 12203 words
Summary: This a series based on all of your first times with Jungkook from your childhood till when you both reach adult hood.

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 /PART 6


THE FIRST TIME YOU KISSED

“You tell me Y/N, do you want this?” he brushes his thumb over your cheek “Do you want to kiss me?”

Before you could ever give your response to him, reality hits the shameless boy like a train. What was he thinking when he asked you such a question? His sudden tendency to take your feelings for granted by working his moves on you, wasn’t how he ever wanted it to be. He was curious and quite greedy about having the chance to win your first kiss. Was it still like a competition for him? Was he toying with you or was he being serious?

Jungkook was your best friend and his intentions were never ill to begin with. You knew from day one, when he held your hand and decided to be your friend back then in kindergarten, that he was anything but harmful. You were well aware of the fact that he could be trusted, and all these years of friendship proved that he was a keeper. Maybe you could trust him? But what would it change? Only jungkook had the answers and decisions to take in this very moment, yet he suddenly stepped away from you

What am I doing, right now? Jungkook would suddenly ask himself as he eyed your lips up-close for the first time in his life

Keep reading

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He’s really created a tapestry of self, which I think is what was so jarring about comparing “Sign of the Times” to everything else: I think you — or maybe it’s just me — inherently want to listen to an artist’s solo debut and “get” them. Like the way Brodie explains how Zayn very overtly distinguished himself as a particular brand of artist, or the way you know exactly what you’ll get on a Drake mixtape. But Harry’s album is almost the musical equivalent of, “Hey, come see my room!” when you make a new friend in high school or college. Like, “Come see all the things I like! Look at my records! Do you like my posters? Look at this sick lamp!” And to that end, Harry Styles is a very bold and brave declaration: He’s not hiding what he likes or who he is or what he wants us to know about him. He loves arena rock and he loves classic rock and Britpop and he likes ’00s-era British indie. He’s not a snob, and while I think we all already knew that, it’s exciting to see that inclusive approach applied to his solo star cotillion.

percyyoulittleshit  asked:

I write a bad pick up line on your cup every time I’m your barista’ Or ‘Should I be concerned about how much caffeine you’re taking in’ For Percabeth

“Coffee guy has a crush on you,” Piper says without preamble, flicking a page in her reading.

“Uh huh,” Annabeth mutters, dragging a highlighter over a line in her book. It’s only after she’s finished an irritated scribble in the margin that the words really penetrate. She glances up at her friend, who is leaning across the table looking amused. “What? No. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m always ridiculous. And always right. He keeps refilling your coffee.”

Annabeth, who has been lost in a haze of architecture for longer than the hour Piper has been sitting in the cafe with her, has not really been aware of her drink being refilled. She’s reached for her mug when she wanted a drink, and the mug has always had coffee in it. The logical inconsistency between the amount of times she’d reached for the cup and the cup never being empty had not really jumped out at her until now.

“If he’s refilling my coffee and not yours, that just makes him rude.”

“Oh, no. He’s been refilling mine. When you started swearing at your book before, it nearly overflowed, and it wasn’t because he was scandalised.”

Annabeth sighs, refusing to glance over her shoulder at the coffee guy in question. It’s not like she doesn’t already know what he looks like, the guy is six foot tall with a build like an Olympian swimmer and a jawline that could cut glass. She manages to drag her brain to a halt before it starts listing things to compare his eye colour to: Piper is smirking at her reading in a way that suggests she’s learnt how to read minds.

“He was probably impressed with my command of the english language.”

“He was impressed with something, all right.” Piper shuts her folder with a snap. “Right, i’m done here.”

“That reading was fifty-one pages, you’re so full of shit.”

“The fact that you know how long my readings are is terrifying, you know that?”

“Do your homework!”

“Can’t hear you, running away to get a restraining order!” She’s halfway to the door by the time she sing-songs that, leaving Annabeth with her nearly empty coffee mug and a cafe full of people giving her the stink eye.

“If you need an alibi, I can testify that you’ve been here pretty much all day.”

Coffee guy has a nice voice. Warm, smooth, just this side of deep without sounding like the trailer guy. It takes Annabeth an embarrassing amount of time to register that she’s thinking this because he’s standing right next to her, holding a coffee pot. It’s a good thing her self control is world renowned, because she uses all of it to keep from jumping out of her skin.

“What? I - no, she’s joking. We’re friends. Really.”

His grin is distractingly crooked. “I’m convinced.”

“I’m gonna kill her,” Annabeth mutters, hoping against hope that she’s not blushing, or something equally ridiculous.

“That’s probably not going to help in court.”

Her brain is - slowly - retreating out of coffee-and-study survival mode. A joke, she realises belatedly, and the rueful laugh escapes her before she can think to bite it back. And - something in coffee guy’s shoulders relaxes, just a little bit. Nervous, she thinks, and finds herself predisposed to like him. Smart boys know to think very carefully before approaching Annabeth Chase, and that’s the way she likes it.

She tucks an errant curl behind her ear. “I’ll plea insanity. Over-caffeination.” She glances down at her cup. “Actually, would you mind–?”

His face scrunches up with something like concern. “That’ll be your sixth cup.”

“Aren’t you the guy who’s been topping me up?”

“Grover seemed to think you might, I dunno, eat us or something if you ran out. I was protecting the good people of the cafe, but apparently cutting you off means stopping a murder.”

A groan escapes her, something like shame crawling up the back of her throat. Annabeth knows she’s got a serious case of resting bitch face (and she’ll fight anyone who suggests that’s a problem),but she doesn’t want the entire campus to be terrified of her.

Just wary.

“I’m not…actually some hyper-violent lady with a hair-trigger, honestly.”

“Oh hey no, I didn’t mean to–” And he’s groaning? He rubs the back of his neck, which is slowly turning red, and Annabeth starts to feel less off-kilter. “I’m bad at flirting.”

She’s definitely going to murder Piper. This is her fault somehow, Annabeth’s sure.

“Same,” she rushes out, before over-thinking can make this even messier. Her whole body feels energised, jittery, and she doesn’t think it’s the coffee. “Um. Just one more refill? To get me through the last bit of this chapter?”

“Wh - uh, right. Sure!” He squints at her. “You don’t mind?”

Annabeth rocks her mug from side to side, watching the dregs of her drink slosh from side to side. Black, no sugar. It seems like the safer option right now.

She takes a breath.

“Haven’t decided yet,” she says. “I’ll let you know when i’m done with this chapter.”

She’s not looking at him directly, but his grin is wide enough to be seen from space, let alone the corner of her eye.

“You got it,” he says happily, topping her mug off. He’s on the verge of pulling away when he pauses, like he’s remembered something. “It’s Percy, by the way. So you don’t have to keep calling me coffee guy.”

And then he’s gone, leaving Annabeth to seriously reconsider committing that murder.