he's the biggest jerk

Neighbor sued me after harassing my dog for months, lost horribly.

About 6 or 7 months ago, my neighbor got a drone. I don’t mind people having hobbies, but for some reason he insisted on flying like the biggest jerk possible. He would hover in front of other houses and windows, try to “race” cars going down the road, and worst of all he had a habit of flying his drone in my fenced back yard buzzing over my dog, diving low just over my dogs head before circling around to do it again. My dog isn’t small, he’s about 70lbs and a Malamute, but the drone terrified him, and I was worried what would happen if it hit him.

I asked my neighbor several times to please not fly in my yard and explained that it was scaring my dog, he basically told me to get lost and laughed in my face. When it still continued, I called the police. Unfortunately there wasn’t much they could do other than ask him to please not fly over my house/property.

Finally, in late December it happened - my dog got tired of his shit and managed to catch the drone right as it was diving towards him. He shredded the drone, the thing was just a jumbled mess of wires and plastic.

Neighbor was pissed. He stormed over to my house swearing and threatening me, which I ignored. A week later, I got a summons to small claims court - he wanted $900 for the cost of his drone and an additional $300 for supposedly denying him access to his property (the drone sat in my yard for a couple hours before it was retrieved). F*ck that. He could have killed my dog. I don’t have kids or a girlfriend, I just have my dog who is my best friend for the past 7 years. That dog has moved with me three times, was there when I graduated college, saw me buy my first house and my first new car. I love my dog.

Went to LegalAdvice, got some great help from them. Turns out, him suing me was the best thing to ever happen. When we got to small claims court, the judge basically laughed away his claims that I had intentionally trained my dog to attack his drone. But little did he know I was prepared. I had dozens of photos of my yard showing it was impossible for him to “accidentally” fly that low to my dog, videos of him harassing my dog in the past, and I had saved all my medical bills from taking my dog to the vet. $700 for an xray? Check. Another $250 to sedate him during? Why not, don’t want him being uncomfortable. Full dental exam with tooth cleaning/repair? $400. Then there was the cost of anti-anxiety meds and a secondary check up, wet food for a week in case his teeth were hurt, and extra just for good measure. In the end, the a-hole ended up owing me almost $2,000, and now is being investigated by the FAA for not having a registered drone and violating several FAA regulations concerning drone flight, too near an airport, too close to other people, out of sight of operator and waaay above the maximum altitude.

Enjoy never being allowed to fly drones again, d*ck.

I’m Home

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 3, 261

Warning/s: Mentions of death, Shouting, Violence, Angst and a little Fluff

Summary: Reader got sick so Steve decided to put her out of a mission, but reader doesn’t like it and ended up having a fight with his best friend, Steve. Steve asked Bucky to take care of her (bringing all the fluff into the story).Eventually, feelings were revealed. (Whose feelings? You’ll know once you read it ;) )

A/N: This was previously uploaded in a different tumblr account, but she deactivated (and I miss her soooooo! :( ) so reuploaded it here. I submitted this for a Christmas drabble challenge wherein we right a fic based on a Christmas song. Mine’s Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer. (Y/N = Your Name, Y/F/N = Your Full Name)

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sleep tight like a baby sheep - a fanfiction

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Yoosung Kim was the fluffiest sheep in all the field. All the other sheep couldn’t tell if they wanted to be him or if they wanted to be with him.

One day just after he’d woken up, Yoosung accidentally angered resident sheep king, Jumin Han, by eating his grass. How was Yoosung to know it wasn’t for him? He was only a sheep, unaware of the concept of property, but Jumin was not taking any excuses.

Suddenly out of the shadows, the local sheep actor, Zen, jumped out and slapped his archenemy Jumin right on the head.

“How dare you upset Yoosung?! He is the best sheep in all the land except for me!” Zen turned around to look at Yoosung as Jumin ran away crying from getting hit. Jaehee cheered in the distance.

“Thank you,” Yoosung said to Zen, “I never knew anything about not being allowed to eat this grass.”

“That’s okay,” Zen nodded, “Jumin is the biggest jerk-sheep in all the field.”

He trotted over to Yoosung and gave him a gentle kiss on the mouth, making Yoosung’s wool even fluffier than usual because of his excitement.

After roughly nine seconds of kissing, a friendly sheep called 707 jumped out of his bush, which is where he spent most of his time doing things no sheep should ever know how to do, like playing chess.

“I am even better at kissing than Zen!” he declared confidently, and Zen scowled angrily.

“That’s a lie,” he snapped. 707 proved his point by hitting the side of Zen’s luxurious wool with his head, forcing him to turn and face him. 707 gave him a kiss on his lips and Zen promptly fainted from the skill.

“That was amazing!” Yoosung exclaimed.

“Baa,” replied 707, sauntering over and kissing Yoosung quickly on the mouth. It was like the most delicious grass Yoosung had ever tasted.

“Why can you not kiss me for longer?” Yoosung complained. 707’s smile suddenly fell from his face, replaced with an angry scowl instead.

“I have a dangerous past,” he whispered darkly, his wool suddenly turning black as he slowly backed away from Yoosung, getting absorbed into his usual bush.

Zen still hadn’t woken up, so Yoosung decided to wander around a little bit and find some of the best grass he could that didn’t belong to the nasty sheep king.

“Psst,” came an unfamiliar voice from beside him. Yoosung turned his little head to see a very pretty looking sheep who he had never seen before.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“My name is Saeran. Do you want to buy some grass?”

“Grass? But I can get grass from anywhere,” Yoosung told him, confused. He didn’t know what buying was because he’s a fucking sheep.

“This is the best grass in the entire field. I will give some to you for a price.”

“What price?”

“For every piece of grass I give you, you have to kiss me three times.”

Three times?!” Yoosung exclaimed, “That’s too expensive! This is capitalism in its most obvious form, and you’re exploiting the innocence and naivety of sheep to further your own agenda. I will not do it.”

“It’s very good grass.”

“Okay then.”

Yoosung trotted forwards and Saeran held out a strand of grass to Yoosung. It was very beautiful. Yoosung ate it and felt like he could now fly away with happiness. Saeran looked at him expectantly and Yoosung stepped forwards and kissed him three times on his mouth. Saeran was very good at kissing, so the price didn’t feel too bad.

“Do you want any more?” Saeran asked sheepishly.

“No, I don’t think I can afford it. I don’t have enough kisses left for today.” Yoosung told him sadly.

“Okay,” Saeran nodded and lay down, rolling onto his back and falling asleep immediately.

Yoosung walked away. He wondered if Jumin was okay.

“Hello Yoosung,” said a voice from behind him. He turned around.

“Hello Jaehee. Why is everyone talking to me today?”

“Because you have very good wool. Can I touch it?”

“Of course you can.”

Jaehee stepped forwards and reached out with her little leggy to brush against Yoosung’s wool. “Very good,” she nodded in appreciated, “I would give it 9/10.”

“O-only nine?” Yoosung asked, trying not to burst into tears.

“Zen’s is the only wool I would say is 10. I’m sorry for upsetting you.” She looked sad, and trotted closer to Yoosung, kissing him on the mouth.

“I don’t have many kisses left today,” Yoosung told her.

“You can top them up again tomorrow,” Jaehee told him kindly, before turning around to go and look after Zen who was still unconscious on the grass.

Yoosung heard loud sobbing coming from the deepest, darkest corner of the field, and so headed over.

“Jumin,” he said as he saw the sheep king curled up on the floor crying, “Are you okay?”

“No!” he lamented, “Zen hit me!”

“I know I was there, but you were very mean to me.”

“You ate my grass,” he sulked.

“I’m sorry,” Yoosung sat next to Jumin, “I didn’t know it was yours. I only have one kiss left today, do you want me to kiss you?”

“O-okay,” Jumin nodded. Yoosung leaned down and kissed Jumin on the mouth. There was a lot of sheepy snot on his face from crying, but Yoosung didn’t mind.

“I hope you cheer up soon,” Yoosung said as he got up and trotted away.

Today had been a very successful day for Yoosung. He’d faced some hard times, but also happy times. It had been an emotional rollercoaster and now he was very tired, so he lay down and fell asleep.

Why I don’t see TFP Bulkhead as a gentle giant at all... and love him even more for it.

I’ve been meaning to write this for about a month and a half now, so here we go. Something I see a lot, through fan chatter and fanart and the Wiki page, and even hear on the TFP DVDs with commentary, is this descriptor used towards Bulkhead: gentle giant. We all know what that is, it’s the big huge guy that’s really tough but actually loves kittens and carries umbrellas for little old ladies. The big-but-sweet guy. That. Yeah. People use that term all the time to describe Bulkhead… and I couldn’t disagree more. He is not, in my perspective, a “gentle giant” at all, in spite of the bundle of sweetness that was his Transformers: Animated origins…

And actually, I like him a lot better that way.

Fair warning, ya’all, this is going to be a long one…

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Rain Before the Rainbow [Jefferson x Reader]

Length: 5863 words

Genre: Fluff [No angst this time!]

AU: HamilTime

TW: None

“Kiss me.”  

You stared at the man in front of you. Your eyes were locked in his gaze. His wide brown eyes looking at you with such intensity, it made your blood flow faster. Your eyes wandered through his features- his beautiful dark skin, his long nose, his full lips, and the facial hair that rested on the bottom half of his face. God, any other man could have the same features, but how did this man look like those features were created to be on his face? Everything was so perfect, you couldn’t help but stare. How did it come to this? How did this happen? How did you end up in the front step of Thomas Jefferson’s estate, having the most intense staring competition in the history of time? 

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gentlydean  asked:

It makes me so mad because Chuck is so attractive yet he's the biggest jerk-muffin E V E R like I hate him so much

Tbh his personality just ruins everything for me. I’m sure the actor who plays him though is very nice! xD

COSMIC BOY // VI // MASTERLIST


Summary: After switching middle schools, young Ben Solo lands his eyes on who he never expects to be the love of his life. After a four year separation of having to move away with his father, you and Ben are reunited your senior year of high school, only to have an emotional ride that intervenes with the true feelings you two feel for one another–but there’s one major problem, you’re already with somebody else.

A/N: Yay for friday! I love how you all look forward to these updates, it makes me so happy and more than willing to write this lovely series! Here’s to the new CB chapter; merry christmas eve eve! 

Warning: Ben cusses a bit and it’s some good shit

Word Count: 4K+


“A concert?” Sitting on the bar stool as your mother worked around the kitchen, you nodded. “How much?” Stopping in her tracks to look at you, you shook your head.

“Absolutely free! There’s no fee since they’re not like a profiting band, they just do small gigs.” You smiled, in hopes she’d say yes.

“A band? Is this that band you listen to on repeat? The only rock band out of all your music?” Slumping your shoulders, you slowly nodded. “What was it again? Knights of…Knights of…”

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For a Lost Daughter (Adult Faith AU): Part 4

We have a title!  For a Lost Daughter 

As you probably already have put together, its a reference to one of Raymond’s lines in The Space Between, and was actually the original inspiration for this fic!

Part 4 begins Section two, which shifts the focus from Jamie and Claire to Faith/ “Fae”. 

Note: the story takes place in an AU where an adult Faith comes back into Jamie and Claire’s lives around the time of Voyager. General spoiler alerts for Dragonfly in Amber, Voyager, The Space Between, and more.


Catch up on the story so far

SECTION ONE: Daughter :Part 1  Part 2  Part 3


SECTION TWO: Fae 

Part 4 begins below the break 

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Nuts

warning label: the following features stunts performed by literal gods with magic powers.  don’t try this at home, jackass.

@dirkjohnweek day 5 (redux): pranking each other / dirk accidentally(intentionally?) feeds john a peanut

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Twenty minutes into Netflix and chill and he gives you this look.

“John,” he says, jerking upright like the biggest eureka just exploded in his dumb head. “John, anaphylaxis is only lethal due to its effect on the respiratory and cardiovascular systems.”

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The Truth Will Set You Free (part 2)

Anonymous said:
Can I request an imagine where the reader is Liam’s best friend but Hayden doesn’t like her and is super rude to her but Liam has no idea and stiles is really protective of her about it and makes an elaborate plan to make sure Liam knows how mean Hayden is and some cute stuff and Liam and the reader end up together in the end? If it isn’t too much maybe??


Y/N’s pov:

It’s been two weeks since me and Liam’s fight, believe me when I tell you that I’ve never felt so shitty in my life. Literally if you look up shitty feeling memes my face would be on all of them. The sad part is even though I feel like shit I’m still worried about how Liam’s feeling (WTF is wrong with me!). The first week after our feud I stayed home watching Netflix and eating ice cream. My mom made me go to school afterwards she claims it’s for my own benefit but I’m pretty sure she got tired of me moping around the house. Lydia came over Sunday night to help me prepare for my first day back, she said I had to look my best even though I felt my worst.

Monday arrived way sooner than it should have. I dragged my lazy ass out of bed slowly regretting ever waking up in the first place but after I put on the outfit that Lydia picked out the night before and I felt a little better. “RINGGG!”

Y/N: “Hey Lyds what’s up?”

Lydia: “Just checking to see if you were awake or not.”

Y/N: “What did you think I was crying in my bed eating a whole tub of ice cream?”

Lydia: “Actually I did but that doesn’t matter right now. Bring your sexy ass down stairs I’ll be there in 5.”

Y/N: “Okay I’m going to pretend like I didn’t hear that first comment because I love you and you called my ass sexy which we all know is true.”

Lydia: “Whatever. Just be ready when I get there.”

Lydia wasn’t kidding when she said five minutes, that girl is always punctual.

Y/N: “So what have you been up to lately?”

Lydia: “Y/N are you kidding me you’ve been gone for a week and the first thing you say is about me. Look I know you care about other people and their feelings but maybe it’s time you let someone return the favor.”

Y/N: “Lyds I’m fine.”

Lydia: “Total bullshit!”

Y/N: “What do you want me to say, you want me to say that I’m not fine because I’m very far from it! My best friend believed his self-absorbed, conniving little bitch of a girlfriend over me! He thought that I would deliberately sabotage his relationship. You want me to tell you that even though he said we should take some time apart that I’m still in love with him.”

“Oh god what did I just do?” I thought to myself.

Lydia: “Y-you love Liam.”

Y/N: “I’ve loved him for a while now but it doesn’t even matter anymore.”

Lydia: “Y/N what do you mean it doesn’t matter anymore? Maybe if you tell him you guys could become something more.”

Y/N: “No. Lydia please just drop it okay. Let’s just face the facts he’s with Hayden now besides even if we were talking to each other we will always be just friends. Girls like me will never get “happy endings” because we don’t live in fairytales, we live in the real world.”

Lydia: “Well I don’t believe that. I believe that sometimes the truth will set you free.”

Maybe Lydia was right maybe if I just told Liam how I felt he would realize he feels the same way. Pftt, who am I kidding he would never leave Hayden for me, I mean everything about her is perfect except for her attitude but Liam’s too blind to see.

I slowly pulled myself out of my thoughts noticing that Lydia had already parked the car into the school parking lot. She took the key out of the ignition before speaking.

Lydia: “Are you ready?”

Y/N: “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

I was greeted with hugs from the pack in the parking lot.

Mason: “Hey Y/N glad you’re back.”

Y/N: “Thanks Mas. Good to know at least one of my best friends still care about me.”

Mason: “You know how Liam is.”

Y/N: “Yeah that’s why I don’t hate him as much as I should.”

Stiles: “Hey munchkin! How’re you holding up?”

Y/N: “Hello to you too Stilinski. I’m taking one day at time but I’m gonna be okay.”

Stiles: “Any time you need to talk you know that I’m always here for you.”

Y/N: “I know and I love you for that. Come on let’s get inside before the bell rings.”

We walked into the school together, I had Lydia and Mason by my side and Stiles, Scott, Malia, and Kira behind me. I was so ready to take this day on until I saw Liam and Hayden practically swallowing each other. I told the rest of the gang I would see them later at lunch. With Mason right by my side I walked as confidently as my legs would carry me to my locker.

Y/N: “So Mas tell me what I missed.”

Mason: “Nothing much really but we have a huge test in history in a week and a quiz in math on Thursday.”

Y/N: “So you’re basically have three problems to worry about now.”

Mason: “Pretty much yeah but if anyone can get through it it’s you.”

Y/N: “Aww thanks Mas but don’t make me cry because it took me forever to get my makeup like this.”

Mason: *chuckles softly* “Come on let’s get to class.”

Half of the school day had gone by without Liam and I talking to each other. Mason and I met up at my locker again before lunch.

Mason: “So how has your day been so far?”

Y/N: “How about you ask the question you really want to ask.”

Mason: “Okay I’ll just get to the point then. Have either of you talked to each other yet.”

Y/N: “No. I’m giving him exactly what he wants, which is some space.”

Mason: “You guys have to talk to each other at some point.”

Hayden: “Except you won’t ever again because he dumped you like the piece of trash you are.”

Y/N: *scoffs* “Hayden do you ever mind your own business?”

Hayden: “How about I mind my own business when you give up this little charade of trying to steal my boyfriend.”

Y/N: “How am I trying to steal your boyfriend when we aren’t even talking?”

Mason: “Y/N she’s not even worth it, let’s just meet up with everyone else at lunch.”

Mason took Y/N’s hand pulling her away from the situation before it escaladed. Little did they know that Liam heard the entire conversation he couldn’t believe Hayden was being a total jerk to Y/N. He felt like the biggest jerk in the world he believed Hayden instead of believing his best friend.

Narrator’s pov:

Y/N and Mason sat at the pack’s usual table since her and Liam weren’t talking. As the pair walked closer to the table Scott and Malia could smell the anger radiating off of Y/N.  Scott wasn’t going to bring it up but we all know how blunt Malia can be.

Malia: “Alright I’ll ask. Y/N why do you smell like that?”

Y/N: “Malia what does that even mean?”

Scott: “What Malia is trying to say is why do you smell so angry?”

Y/N: “Anger doesn’t even begin to describe how I’m feeling right now.”

Stiles: “Just take a deep breath munchkin. *Y/N takes a deep breath* Okay now tell us what happened”

Y/N: “Mason and I were at my locker earlier and Hayden had the audacity to tell me to stop trying to steal her boyfriend. Mason pulled me away before the situation got out of hand *turns to Mason* thank you for that by the way because you know how violent I can be.

Lydia: “No kidding she almost jumped down my throat when she told me she loved Liam.” Lydia’s eyes went wide when she realized what she had just said.

Everybody: “YOU WHAT!”

Y/N: “Tell the whole world why don’t ya. See Lydia this is why I don’t tell you things because you keep so many secrets one is bound to spill out.”

Lydia: “Y/N I do not keep secrets. Think of them as things that people tell me in confidence.”

Stiles: “Sooo…secrets.”

Kira: “Guys how about we get back to Y/N’s problem.”

Y/N: *mumbles* “Or we could talk about something else besides my nonexistent love life.”

Scott: “I totally heard that by the way.”

Y/N: “Guys it doesn’t really matter anyway. Liam doesn’t feel the same way.”

Stiles: “Aha so you admit it you do love Liam.” *smirks*

Y/N: “Stiles what why are you smirking. Oh no I know that face it’s your scheming face. Stiles please stop thinking whatever you’re thinking.”

Stiles: “To late the wheels are already turning and by the way I’m hurt that you think of it as a scheme it’s more of a plan.”

Y/N: “OMG I am so dead this is not gonna end well. Scott please help me please stop this psycho maniac from doing something incredibly stupid and irresponsible.”

Scott: “If I knew how to do that I would’ve done it a long time ago. Sorry but you’re on your own on this one.” *Y/N groans*

Stiles: “Okay so here is the plan, Y/N, Kira, Lydia, and Mason since all three of you have P.E with Hayden Y/N you will find a way to reel her in. Malia, Scott, and I will lure Liam into the trap but when we do just make sure that Hayden is doing all of the talking.”

Y/N: “That shouldn’t be so hard considering she loves to hear herself talk.”

Stiles: “We also need a plan b so if plan a goes to complete ape shit, I will lock you and the little runt in a room and you two can work it out yourselves.”

Y/N: “I prefer plan a.”

Last class of the day which also happens to be where the plan is located. Today coach told us we have to run the trails today. The girls got dressed in the locker room Y/N is wearing this outfit. The girls met up with Mason on the trails, coach blew the whistle signaling everyone to start running. Y/N raced down the path edge further and further away from the class suddenly feeling her body tipping over she tumbled down a hill. She finally stopped tumbling when she saw a shadow hovering over her body, Hayden’s, her friends came to her aid Kira and Lydia helped pull her up asking her if she was okay.

Hayden: “Next time watch where you’re going.”

Y/N: “Are you fucking kidding me, bitch you just rammed into me I was nowhere near you! You are making this really hard for me right now.”

Kira: *whispers in her ear* “Y/N just relax you’re squeezing your hands so hard they’re turning white.”

Y/N: “Kira I’m trying really hard to not knock this bitch into next week right now.”

Hayden: “Go ahead bitch so me what you got.”

Y/N: *groans* “Lydia can I please just slap her around a bit?”

Lydia: *whispers* “As much as we would all like to see that it’s not exactly part of the plan so I’m gonna go with no. Just keep her talking for a little longer Kira texted Scott earlier.”

Hayden: “What’s the matter you don’t think you can take me?”

Y/N: “Oh I can totally take you, I just have more self-control over myself than you.”

Hayden: “What is that supposed to mean?”

Y/N: “It means I know what you did the thing is do you really want Liam to find out.”

Hayden: “What the hell are you talking about?”

Y/N: “You know exactly what I’m talking about, maybe I should paint a picture to help jog your memory. Remember when you showed up to Lydia’s party three weeks ago, well I noticed Liam wasn’t with you. Why was that?”

Hayden: “I you really want to know it was because he too busy moping around about the fight you two had. He told me he wasn’t really in the mood to go to a party.”

Y/N: “And who do you go with?”

Mason: “Y/N where are you going with this?”

Y/N: “Mas let Hayden answer the question.”

Hayden: “I went some friends.”

Y/N: “Come on Hayden be more specific.”

Hayden: “I’m done talking to you.”

Y/N: “No you’re not. HAYDEN GET BACK HERE!”

Y/N chased Hayden through the trail where they were met but a very stunned Liam.

Liam: “Hayden what was just Y/N talking about?”

Hayden: “Nothing babe don’t worry about it. Why are here you don’t even have this period?”

Liam: “Hayden stop trying to change the subject, just tell me what you guys were talking about.”

Y/N: “Hayden you better tell him before I do.”

Hayden: “Y/N don’t you dare say a word.”

Y/N: “Sure now you know my name.”

Hayden: *scoffs* “Um…okay Liam you remember when I went to Lydia’s party a few weeks ago *he nods* well you didn’t want to go so I took some other friends with me. We got super drunk and this guy I think his name was Logan, anyway long story short he and I fucked in one of Lydia’s spare bedrooms.”

Liam: “WHAT THE FUCK! Hayden are you fucking kidding me, you fucked someone else while I was sitting at home feeling like shit, after all that shit Y/N said about you I was the one who defended you! After all the rumors I heard about you I chose not to believe them and you go behind my back and do some stupid shit like this. You know what Hayden you can got fuck yourself because we’re through.

Hayden: “I don’t even care I’ll just find other loser to satisfy my needs.”

Y/N: “You’re fucking disgusting.”

Lydia: *whispering to Kira and Mason “Little miss bitch won’t do going out with anyone anytime soon when she finds out I live streamed this whole thing.”

Mason: “Lydia that’s intense.”

Y/N noticed Liam walking away since the breakup was partially her fault she chased him to see if he was okay.

Y/N: “Liam! Liam! Liam can you please just stop walking away for a second. *he stops* Are you okay?”

Liam: “Me…um…yep totally fine. I’m cooler than the other side of the pillow.”

Y/N: “Okay I will take that lie and I’m gonna pull the bullshit card because that is complete bullshit. Now let’s try things this again. Are you okay?”

Liam: “Why are you even talking to after what I did?”

Y/N: “Because I know you were just doing what you thought was right.”

Liam: “Okay now it’s my turn to play the bullshit card.”

Y/N: *chuckles softly* “Liam you are my best friend and I missed more than you’ll ever know can we just talk it out.”

Liam: “I should be the one begging you to take me back not the other way around. I’m sorry I believed Hayden. You were right actually you’re always right, why are you even friends with me again?” *Y/N laughs*

Y/N: *mumbles* “Because I’m in love with you.”

Liam: “What did you just say?”

Y/N: “Goddamn werewolf hearing…um I said I love…food…yeah…I love food so much I had to mumble it every five minutes or I’ll forget. You are so not buying that are you? *he shakes his head* I said I’m in love with you. Liam will you please just say something this silence is getting kind of awkward.”

Liam: “Oh…um…sorry. I just can’t believe that I actually have a chance with you now.”

Y/N: “Say whattt?”

Liam laughed softly, he took a step closer towards her. “I’ve been in love with you for quite some time now I just didn’t know how to tell you and then Hayden asked me out and I thought why not Y/N doesn’t feel the same way. Y/N’s heart was pounding in her chest she was so sure he could hear it. She looked up in his piercing blue eyes as they casted down towards her lips then back to her eyes, it was like they were the on two people world when he looked into her eyes, her heart was practically beating out of her chest anticipating his next move. Just as the longing became unbearable, Liam’s lips met Y/N’s. The heat of the kiss sent a spark through her body. Y/N put her hands around Liam’s neck pulling him closer as she got lost in his minty breath and soft lips. They pulled away breathless noticing they were still on the trail in the woods. Y/N was speechless she couldn’t form any words Liam took that as a sign to speak up first.

Liam: “Hey earth to Y/N *waves hand in her face* are you okay?”

Y/N: “Oh…um…y-yeah I’m fine…it’s just…that was…wow. Lydia was right the truth will set you free.”

Liam: “So do you want to make this official and go on a real date with me?”

Y/N: “Hmm…let me think about it…yes Liam I would love nothing more than to go on a date with you.”

Servamp: Never Annoy Jeje

Hey everyone! This is my first Envy pair fic! I got this request for them a while ago, but I was sort of nervous about writing it, since I don’t really know them that well just yet. But I did my best, and I really hope the Envy Pair anon loves this! The fic takes place when Mikuni worked in C3 for the little while! Oh yeah! And I should probably thank @pastenaga for making that inspiring comic called Rough Hands. If it wasn’t for that, I couldn’t have figured this out! So thanks! Also, I want to give thanks to @otomiya-tickles for giving me such wonderful ideas and helping me as well! So thank you my friend! So without further thanks….Please enjoy! :D

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It all started after Tsurugi had left for the night after their “activity.” This happened every night for about a week now, and Jeje was getting sick of it. He hasn’t been getting the blood Mikuni had promised him since that damned C3 Brat started coming around. After the Brat would leave, his blonde Eve would go take a hot shower, while Jeje would take two of his bags off for the night. It’s not like it was Mikuni’s fault, but after every session, he got too tired, even though he wouldn’t admit it, the Servamp would notice it fast. Jeje was so surrounded by his thoughts that he didn’t hear the shower get turned off, and the blonde Eve stepping out in his hunter green long sleeve with his dark green plaid pajama bottoms. Looking at his Servamp, Mikuni could see how deep in his thoughts Jeje was, so with a sigh, the blonde walked over to the bed, and crawled on it until he was right on top of the Servamp. Jeje jumped slightly, and looked into the honey brown eyes that were staring into his red.

“Tired already? Well…If you want to sleep, why are you leaving that last bag on?” Mikuni asked, sounding generally curious. Jeje blinked behind the bag’s one eye hole, and stayed silent. Mikuni bit the inside of his cheek, and gently reached out to take a hold of the last bag. “Please don’t hide from your Eve.”

When the blonde lifted the bag up from his face, and kissed his lips, Jeje took a surprised breath in. Seeing that Mikuni closed his eyes, and deepened the kiss, Jehje relaxed slightly, and closed his eyes as well. Feeling their tongues roll around each other, Jeje slowly put his hands on Mikuni’s warm skin where his shirt had ridden up. Hearing the slight moan the blonde let out, the Servamp slowly pulled Mikuni away until both their mingled breaths could be felt on each other’s lips. Mikuni opened his eyes, and slowly moved his right hand to the back of Jeje’s head, and brought his neck closer to the Servamp’s mouth. Jeje opened his eyes, and realized what the blonde was doing.

“H-he’s offering me to bite…” Jeje thought, letting his thumbs rub gentle circles into the blonde Eve’s hips. Mikuni hummed contently, and Jeje felt his bloodlust peak slightly. The Eve hugged him closer, and Jeje’s mouth trembled slightly as he gave Mikuni’s neck a gentle kiss. “M-Mikuni…”

Even though the blood  is what he wanted, the Servamp could feel the ache and fatigue his Eve was feeling. Closing his mouth, Jeje bit back his bloodlust, and quickly flipped Mikuni, who yelped in shock, onto his side. The blonde blinked, obviously confused, and stared at Jeje with his hands up slightly. Blushing a little under his bag, Jeje rolled over until his back was to his Eve’s face. The Servamp could, however, still feel the honey brown eyes on his back as Mikuni silently questioned him.

“Y-you should probably rest…” Jeje quietly mumbled, looking at his other bags on the bedside table. Mikuni blinked again, still trying to understand waht the Servamp had said. “You must be t-tired from what that Brat put you t-through…”

“WHAAAT?!” Mikuni teased out, scooting closer to Jeje, who twitched, and tried to pull his bag down more. Mikuni stared at the back of his Servamp’s bag as pure glee, and some other emotion flood through his body. “I offer to give you blood, and you refuse it? Are you worried about me Jeje? Are you?! So, does that mean….you actually care about me?!”

Feeling Jeje twitch again, the blonde bit back the laughter that was beginning to rise in his throat, but when no answers or guns appeared, Mikuni couldn’t hold them in any longer. Hearing his Eve burst out laughing, Jeje growled as his body tensed. The laughing Eve remained oblivious to Jeje’s annoyed air, until the Servamp turned around fast, and pulled the Eve against his chest. Mikuni stopped laughing, and nervously glanced up at the glaring Servamp. A smile was still on the blonde’s face, but Jeje could tell he was obviously anxious. Grinning slightly under his bag, Jeje slowly squeezed his hands around Mikuni’s hips, and the blonde let out a strangled cry, and bucked.

“N-nohohohohohohoho J-Jeje!” the blonde squealed, shaking more when the Servamp’s hands went up to his sides, and rubbed them. Jeje felt his grin slowly fading into a soft smile as he stared down at his giggling Eve. Thrashing some more, Mikuni let out another laughing squeak as the smiling Servamp’s hands sprayed over his trembling tummy. Jeje drew circles all around the laughing blonde’s belly as they spooned each other. “P-plehehehehehehehehease!”

Shaking his head, Jeje moved his hands down Mikuni’s hips again, and squeezed his thighs. Kicking his legs hard, Mikuni struggled to try to get away from his Servamp, but when the vampire’s arm wrapped around his tummy, and his face buried into the blonde’s neck, Mikuni knew he was now screwed. Jeje took a deep breath as the blonde Eve chanted out laughing and snorting pleas for him to stop, but they fell to deaf ears as the Servamp blew the biggest raspberry he could without hesitation.

“EEEKKKKKKKK!!!!!” Mikuni cried out, jerking hard in Jeje’s hold. The Eve turned himself around, and laughed into the Servamp’s chest as tears made their way down his cheeks as a huge forced smile plagued his face. Jeje felt the kicks Mikuni used, but since they didn’t hurt, he continued to tickle him without a care in the world. “N-no mohohohohore! J-Jeje! I c-cahahahahahahan’t  breathe!”

Hearing this, Jeje slowly stopped blowing raspberries in the blonde’s neck, and gently turned his squeezing into small rubbing on the Eve’s thighs. Mikuni let out a stream of tired giggles, but was thankful for the oxygen that was finally getting back to his lungs. Bringing the tired blonde closer, Jeje slowly traced his spine softly, and smiled at the contented purr Mikuni let out as his breathing finally regulated. Seeing the soft smile, Jeje felt Mikuni’s hand reach over, and gently grab his. Looking at his Servamp in the eyes, Mikuni leaned closer, and pressed a kiss to Jeje’s lips again.

“My Jeje…” The blonde kept mumbling as they kissed a few more times. Jeje brought the blonde closer, and tucked his head under his chin as they snuggled closer together. Mikuni let their tongues meet again as the Servamp returned his warm, and soft kisses. “My Jeje…”

“My Mikuni…” Jeje thought as their last kiss happened, and Mikuni turned around to be the little spoon. Jeje pressed a soft kiss to his blonde hair, and slowly hugged his Eve closer to him. Their bodies fit pefectly together like puzzle pieces. Feeling the blonde’s breathing slow down into a calm melody, Jeje knew Mikuni must’ve fell asleep. “Goodnight.”

Leaning over slightly, Jeje turned around, and clicked off the small table lamp, and watched as darkness surrounded the room. Shifting closer to his Eve again, Jeje finally took his last bag off, and completely relaxed against the warm body of the sleeping blonde. Closing his eyes, Jeje fell into a easy slumber, not even thinking about the surprise Mikuni was going to get when he woke up to see the Servamp’s bag-less face.

Fangs - Dean Winchester x Vampire!Reader - Part 2

Title: Fangs

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 2,949

Warnings: None

Original imagine: Imagine Dean acting cold towards you and showing that he hates you. He says he doesn’t trust you because you are a vampire and treats you like a monster. Only for Sam to tell you, without Dean knowing, that all of this is actually a mask for the deep feelings he has for you.

Read Part 1 - Imagine here!

A/N: I was asked to do a part two to the previous imagine but it turned out so long that I decided to put it up as a second part story. Also, oh man I have missed writing about Dean (stories) so much, I’ve been focusing on Jensen all this time that it feels like an eternity since I last wrote a normal story!

Enjoy~! xx’

You were instantly on your feet and running out of your room and towards the door that you had just heard slum shut. The boys had been gone for a good few hours from the bunker for a hunt that was taking place close to it. It was a nest of vampires just at a nearby warehouse so the boys did not need to rent a motel room. They had gone at the warehouse just a couple hours ago and as much as you had wanted to be there with them, mostly to make sure they were alright- or well if Dean was alright, you had not gone with them.

Dean had clarified that he did not want you to go with them and so you had just not fought back. You could not fight back anymore. You did not have the emotional strength to, after all of the harsh words that left his mouth and glares or cold shoulders he gave you. It hurt, you were not going to deny it, especially since you had feelings for the older hunter, but as much as you wanted to you could not change who you were either. You were a vampire, yes, but nothing like those blood sucking monsters- or at least most of them.

You wanted more than anything to be there with them, you were a hunter after all, but with how harsh Dean had been this particular time you could not find the strength to argue with him on your right to be there with them as an equal team member. You could not do anything, all you could do was lay in your bed and cry your eyes out. It did happen often, in fact. You tried to act tough in front of Dean, tried to pretend that his words did not get to you, but truth was that every time they felt like stabs to your heart.  And so, when you were alone and in your bed you just let all of your feelings take over- all of the pain take over and just allowed the tears to run freely. At least Dean would not notice - not that he seemed to care anyway - and that’s what mattered the most. 

Although you could not deny the longing your heart had for him to treat you differently. He once had smiled at you, maybe he did not notice doing it, but he had nonetheless and you couldn’t help the flutter you felt in your heart. It was a first for him and you couldn’t ignore how happy it made you to see how genuine it was. In fact, the first time you had met he had smiled that big and quite flirty smile of his to you that had made you knees go weak. He had flirted with you and was all… Dean-like around you, making jokes, flirting and laughing all the time while you enjoyed yourselves. That’s how it went for a while as you joined forces with him and Sam but of course it all changed when he found out the truth.

You just had proved to them that you were worthy of their trust so Sam only convinced Dean that you should stay with them. But that did not change Dean’s behavior towards you. And all you wanted was for him to treat you right and not like a monster, to treat you as a friend - if not something more - but all he did was show how much he… hated you.

He doesn’t hate you. He hates that he loves you.

Those were the words Sam had told you when Dean was out of earshot and the exact words that kept being repeated in your head as you laid in your bed, no tears left anymore to run down, and as you clenched the sheets tightly in your fists. You wanted to believe to them, you wanted to believe more than anything else and you couldn’t help the small spark of hope within you as you thought about it and the possibility of it being true, but at the same time you could literally hear that little voice in your head telling you that none of it was true. That you shouldn’t believe it because it was pretty obvious from his way of acting that Dean did not feel anything about you.

All you could do, though, was pray that at least he would come back safe as you previously lay on your bed, unable to help or do anything else for that matter. And that’s what you did, until a few seconds ago.

“Wh-what happened?” you breathed out as you saw Dean and Sam walk inside the bunker, both covered in blood but mostly Dean.

“Fucking vamp happened” Dean grumbled “Was wondering, is he a friend of yours?” he asked you rather sarcastically, almost in a hiss.

You had to swallow the lump in your throat that only formed at hearing his words. You wanted to scoff as Sam’s words run through your mind again.

“We thought we had killed them all but as it seemed there was just one left. He attacked Dean and bit him a couple times before I could react and kill him.” Sam explained in a softer voice.

“He bit him?” your eyes widened in panic “What- Where?” you looked at Dean, worry etching inside you.

“Where would you?” he all-but-hissed at you.

You immediately pursed your lips and frowned deeply at him. You bit the inside of your cheek and averted your eyes from his harsh glare.

“I’m going to take a shower and go to sleep. I’m beat. Do you want help with the stitches?” he asked and Dean shook his head.

“No, I’m fine” he grumbled, walking away from you and Sam not so much as glancing at you for a second.

You chewed on your lip as you looked down at your feet. A hand on your shoulder made you look up at Sam.

He smiled sympathetically at you before speaking “He doesn’t mean it ok? Remember what I said alright?” he said in a whisper.

You gave him a small nod and with a last weak smile he let go of you and was out of eyesight soon.

You fidgeted with your hands as you watched at Dean tend to some wound he had on his arm. You hissed along with him as he poured some alcohol over one of the bigger wounds to disinfect it. You took small and tentative steps towards him, scared that if you dared make a sound he was going to snap at you. You were too exhausted, emotionally at least, and you knew that if he started speaking to you the way he always did this time the tears were going to roll before you could even thinking of holding them back.

You stopped dead in your tracks for a second as he looked at you with narrowed eyes. He soon went back to cleaning his wounds so taking in a small breath you decided to take the few last steps and sit opposite him. He looked up at you again, the glare still there, but went back to his previous job. You only stood there fidgeting with your hands and looking at Dean, but still making no sound, afraid you were going to upset him. 

“Will you just stop that” he all-but-growled at you, his irritation clear in his voice although it seemed to be more about the fact that he could not clean the wound on his collarbone close to his neck.

“I didn’t do anything” your voice was low, almost in a whisper, and it sounded… sad, to say the least.

The tone in your voice seemed to catch Dean’s attention. It sounded like you were… defeated and he could not help but look up. He immediately regretted his actions when he locked eyes with yours. He felt a pang in his chest and at that moment like he was the biggest jerk in the entire world. He swallowed hard and averted his eyes from yours, while clenching his jaw to keep himself from breaking. Breaking. He was sure that if he kept looking at your watery eyes and quivering lip then he would surely break. It didn’t happen often, after all. He would rarely see you like this, especially at his words, and he had never seen you tear up in the slightest. It hurt like hell, he had to admit. Not only seeing you like this but also knowing that he was the reason to all of it.

“Do you want help with that?” you asked ever so softly, fearing that if you raised your voice a little bit more it was going to tremble.

Dean swallowed hard once again before speaking “No, don’t want it getting worse because you can’t keep your fangs under control” he all-but-growled at you.

You found yourself recoiling for a second but when you saw how bad Dean’s situation was you could not help but get up from your seat and move towards him, your voice trembling as you spoke “You know I can control by bloodthirst, please Dean just let me help you before-”

“I said no, ok?” he roared at you, slapping your hand that had just reached for him away.

He tried desperately to hold his ‘tough’ facade up even as he heard you let out a small sound that could only be described as a whimper.

“But-” your low, broken voice was heard for just a second.

“I said no (Y/n), drop it. I’m fine. I’ll go to my room so that you won’t have to pretend that all this blood is not getting to you” he said, getting up from his chair and ready to leave.

“Because I’m a monster huh?” your voice made him stop for a second, having gained just a little bit courage.

He shook his head at his own thoughts and continued walking only to be stopped again.

“Answer me!” the pain in your voice made his heart tighten and although he was scared of what he was going to face when he looked at you, he turned.

He felt his breath hitch on his throat and his heart completely shatter as he looked in your tear-stained face. He took in a breath, although shaky, and willed himself to not show any kind of emotion.

“Don’t know what you want to hear sweetheart?” he tried to sound and look as stoic as possible, although he was trying his hardest not to tear up as well.

You never cried. At least he had never seen you cry, although he knew you did. You had never shed a tear in front of him, trying to act and look tough. But now- now you had and that could only mean that you had reached your breaking point and that you simply could not take any more.

“The truth. For once” you said hoarsely “What did I do to you Dean? Did I- did I attack you or Sam in my sleep and tried to kill you without knowing? Did I try to drink from you? Did - did I ever betray you? Did I do something that could show you not to trust me? Did I ever kill an innocent person? What Dean? Tell me, what have I ever done to make you hate me so much?” your voice trembled, as sobs constantly left your throat. There was no point in keeping the tears from floating anymore.

“You-” Dean could only say in a rough voice, his own eyes watering up. He knew he had to leave before he could say anything or at least before his body betrayed him and he dared show any form of weakness or care towards you. But he couldn’t move. Neither could he move nor could he tear his eyes from you. His heart slowly but surely breaking.

“And please, just please-” you gave out a pained laugh that only made him hurt more “-don’t tell me it’s only because I am a vampire. Sam talked to me about Benny. He told me how you trusted him even if he was a vampire and how close you were with him”

“But-” you continued, taking in a shaky breath “-but I know that I cannot do anything to change you or what you think of me. You’ve clearly made your mind. And if that’s how you see me, as a monster only, then fine. I’m not going to try to change your opinion.” you looked down at your hands somehow defeated “I’m not going to be here to change it anyway” you ended up whispering, although Dean heard it.

“What?” his eyes widened in alarm “What do you mean with that?” he asked in a rough voice.

“That- You will be happy to hear Dean that you successfully managed to get rid of me. I’m leaving the bunker and you. I cannot take it anymore.” you laughed bitterly, brushing a few tears away “I know that I probably should take it. That it should not affect me so much. I’m a bloodsucking heartless monster according to you, right? Well, I kinda wish I was, now. But I do have a heart and all of this- it is just too much to take. I’m sorry. It’s just- being treating like a monster from the man you love is just too much for me to take.” you shrugged with no energy your shoulders, defeated looking down and missing the expression on Dean’s face.

His eyes widened and he felt his heart leap up to his throat. He knew that he was probably hurting you but hoped that you were not taking it like this. He literally wanted to punch himself for hurting you like this when all he wanted to do was protect you… especially when he heard you say that you felt the same way as him.

And you continued “I wish things were differently. I wish I was not… this. What I now am so that you could probably, just probably, see me the way I do. But I cannot change it. I wish I could, really. But I… can’t.” a shaky sigh left your lips “I’m sorry for everything I might have done to you Dean and I hope… I hope that one day you’ll probably-” you would have continued if it wasn’t for being cut off by… Dean’s lips on yours?

You found your eyes widening as you realized that in fact he was kissing you. You had not seen him as your head was bowed how he had strode to you, grabbed you by your shoulders and roughly crashed his lips to yours. And, even though it was something you’d been dreaming about for longer than you could remember it, at the same time, hurt like hell. Shutting your eyes tightly and willing yourself you pushed him away from you with all your strength.

“Wha-” he could only say breathlessly as he saw more tears run down your cheeks.

“Why are you doing this to me?” you looked at him with a pained expression “Why Dean why? What did I ever do to you to hurt me so much?” you cried as your body shook with sobs.

“No, (Y/n) please no. I- I didn’t mean for this, I didn’t mean for any of this to happen”

“Then what Dean, what? First you treat me like a monster, barely talk to me a-and all the time glare at me and now- now you kiss me? Because you know it will hurt more? Because you don’t feel the same and want to play with me? Because-”

“No, (Y/n) fucking no!” he roared, effectively cutting you off “Fuck, just listen to me for a second. I didn’t want this to happen damn it! I didn’t want to hurt you all I was trying to fucking do was push you away!”

“Push me away?” you asked in a whisper, a frown setting on your face.

“Yes” Dean gave a defeated sigh “Yes, because I can’t… I can’t let myself fall for you. Even if I already have.” he ran a hand down his face “You know I’m not good with all this crap (Y/n) so don’t make me say it but- know that I didn’t want this to happen. I- I didn’t know I was hurting you this bad, I thought- I thought I was doing what was right”

“And that was to push me away when you feel the same way?” your voice was barely audible.

He nodded his head “Yeah” he said in a rough voice “Yeah, that’s what I thought. I was wrong, I know but damn it- don’t go. Please, we can figure this out. I’m a jerk for doing this to you, you can punch me if you want to even or worse but please just-” he took in a shaky breath and looked up at you “Don’t go.”

You looked at him with pursed lips, the tears had stopped rolling but there were still a few on your cheeks. Your red and puffy from crying eyes stared only back at his watery green orbs as you opened your mouth to speak “You are a jerk and I am surely going to give you that punch one day, remember that. But for now-” you did no say more as you crashed into his arms and wrapped yours around him.

Dean let out a sigh of relief although somewhat shaky and you buried your face in his chest as he hugged you more tightly.

Sam was right after all.