hope y'all are well after this

anonymous asked:

I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU TWO!! AND EVERY OTHER COUPLE, I HOPE Y'ALL ARE DOING WELL!! Also Pidge have you decided which college you're thinking of attending?

Pidge: UGH… College question. Thanks for asking and all, like I’m happy everyone is interested but… I hardly wanted to do high school.

Hunk: Pidge tested like… a crazy IQ as a kid and all these schools wanted them, but their family was like… “ Pidge needs to feel normal”

Pidge: Yeah.. more or less. Which I’m happy about really. Cause I got to meet all these nut jobs.

Lance: HEY!

Pidge: But honestly, after high school, I’ll just probably keep working at the cafe and designing robots and programs in my spare time. If I wanna go to college later I can. But… 


Pidge whispers: I don’t think it would be as fun without these guys… you know?

Lance: OMG PIDGE LOVES US! HUNK! HUNK! PIDGE LOVES US

Hunk: PIDGE! YOU LOVE US?

Lance: SHE LOVES US! GROUP HUG!!!!!!!!!!

Pidge: BACK! BACK YOU HORRIBLE CREATURES BACK!

* Group hug*

Pidge: HISSSSSSSSSSS

When my boyfriend and I went out for our belated valentine’s dinner on Friday night, I had no idea that he put in a note for our reservation that we were also celebrating my acceptance to the PhD program. Only thing is I hadn’t heard back yet (and even if I had, there was no guarantee of that their decision was in my favor). So of course my jaw dropped when the waitress came by with two champagne glasses and a “congratulations” when I was still waiting on that darned email.

Well, the email came in as I was walking out of class this afternoon. Y'all. God took my dreams and made them bigger than I could have ever imagined. I’M GETTING MY PhD IN NURSING. I am overwhelmed with joy. I have the opportunity to be a person of influence in my profession by delving further into end-of-life care; my hope is that our elders will not only live well, but die well also. This is a place not many are willing to go, but I’m going to pave the way in faith– after all, the One who gave me these dreams has already gone before me.

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Series: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Warnings: mentions of emotional abuse

‘Request: can I get protective Reid pls? Like over an abusive ex or something? Thanks’

Well, this request coincided well 😂💕

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Your phone vibrated on the desk beside the case file. The conference room was empty apart from you and Reid so far. You picked it up, glancing at the message before signing and placing it back down.

“Everything okay, Y/N?” Reid asked beside you.

“Yeah. It’s just, uhm, remember Y/E/N?” You saw Reid’s jaw clench for a brief second. You took that as a yes. “He keeps texting me saying he misses me lately and that he wants me back.”

“And do you? Want him back, I mean?”

“God, no. He was manipulative and selfish. I told him to piss off after the first string of texts but I’m just ignoring him now.”

“Good. You deserve so much better, Y/N.” Reid muttered under his breath as the rest of the team filled the room and took their places.

“Yesterday in Boston, the bodies of two women were found-”

As you focused on Garcia, Reid stared at you, looking for any traces of stress.

Spencer knew what your ex was like. He was the one who’d hold and comfort you on your bad days while your ex went out and partied and then got upset with you because Reid had his arms around you.

Spencer was there to witness the gas lighting, all the arguments that were Y/E/N’s fault but somehow ended up in you apologising.

Spencer was there when you doubted yourself because your ex made you feel guilty for speaking about something that made you uncomfortable and accused you of just being jealous or clingy or oversensitive.

Spencer was the one who helped you realise that when your ex cheated and ended the relationship, you were lucky. Lucky that you had managed to get out of a relationship that was extremely toxic.

Spencer was the one who helped you to never look back but he never once forgave what your ex had done and was worried that your ex might try to manipulate you back into his arms.

×

You and the rest of the team stepped out of the elevator after a successful case. You were happy. Spencer had made sure that your mind was off your ex, not that you had time to dwell while dealing with a serial killer.

You grabbed the handle and pulled open the door to the Bull Pen, looking over your shoulder as Morgan told a joke. You stopped in your tracks as your head turned towards your desk.

“Oh God. Oh God, oh God, oh God.” You held your face in your hand and turned towards the others.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Hotch asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

JJ’s eyes widened as she looked over at your desk. “That’s not…? Is it?”

“God, he cannot just take a hint.” You groaned. Spencer put his arm around you protectively and stared daggers towards Y/E/N who was brazenly leaning against your desk waiting for you.

“Who can’t? JJ, who is that?” Morgan’s voice rose.

“Y/N’s ex. Excuse me.” Spencer cleared his throat and motioned for JJ to take his place before striding across the Bull Pen.

“Care to explain what you’re doing here, Y/E/N?” Spencer crossed his arms.

“Dr Reid. Long time, no see. Listen, I’m just here to show Y/N how sorry I am for the way our relationship ended. I was a jerk, I shouldn’t have cheated. I was drunk and stupid and Y/N didn’t give me sex when I wanted it-”

Spencer landed a punch to your ex’s face that sent him crashing to the ground before crouching down at eye level. “No, you listen. You were emotionally manipulative. You were abusive. You made Y/N feel like shit not only about having normal worries but about herself. She deserves so much better than that, deserves much better than you. You are an asshole. She deserves someone who’s going to give her the world.”

Your ex gave a humourless chuckle, a trail of blood dripping from his nose. “And you think she’s gonna find that with you? The bloke she only views as a best mate.”

Spencer’s jaw clenched as he grabbed your ex and pulled him up. “She doesn’t want you back. Take a hint and stop trying. Don’t go anywhere near her and if I hear that you’ve bothered her again, I will be forced to do something that will have my badge and gun taken away from me. Are we clear?”

Your ex stayed silent.

“Morgan, get him out of here.”

Morgan stepped forward and grabbed a fistful of Y/E/N’s shirt, dragging him out of the building.

Spencer looked at the shock on your face and turned apologetic. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have freaked out like that-”

You cut him off by pulling him into a hug. “Thank you.”


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Hellooo. So, I decided to not take a break after all. I figured the best thing to do after a break up is to keep busy so please keep hitting me up with requests, aha :’) Hope y'all are doing well 🌹 x

I’m at the point where I would literally throw every other otp I have to the hypothetical sacrificial altar and let the gods of bad writing and ship sinking have them all if it means I get a well-written bughead arc from beginning to end. I have spent my entire life having to content myself with less-than-perfect writing and making excuses for said terrible writing because I thought that was as good as I was ever going to get. Until bughead. This ship is everything I’ve always wanted but never had and y'all have no idea how much I hope they stay that way: healthy, open, mutually supportive, loving, and respectful. Let me have this one, writers. After a lifetime of shitty ships, I deserve this much. I deserve this one little ship.

disneyland adventures

requested: Hello there! Since Shawn will be having a concert in Paris can u do one where y/n is at the Paris show and after that they went to Disneyland and just super fluffy and went into a romantic dinner or lunch. I love your account 😊 and I’m sending you my love since there’s a lot of chaos happening in this world (sending all my love to all the people as well GROUP HUG) ❤️

requested: Can u please do prompt 38? Coming from a big Disney fan haha😂😂 Love ur writing❤😙

so sorry this is super super short!! i hope y'all enjoy

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you were currently joining your boyfriend shawn on the european leg of his tour. today he was in paris and had a day off before the show tomorrow and he insisted that you two go to disneyland paris for the day.

at first you declined, you knew he was exhausted from playing all those shows and doing press and he really needed to take this day off to sleep. he insisted on taking you, he claimed you never got time alone and he wanted to take advantage of it.

you weren’t sure why shawn wanted to take you to disneyland in the first place, he’s told you multiple times that he wasn’t a big fan of disney movies. but here the two of you were, hand in hand, walking down main street of disneyland paris.

you both were tired considering you walked around disney almost all day, the sun was setting but you dragged shawn to the castle one more time. you wanted to see it one more time because you knew you would probably never see it again.

“y/n,” he whined. “you’ve seen it all day! i’m hungry.”

you snapped a few pictures of the castle and uploaded them to your social medias. you and shawn had been pretty active on social media all day, you basically documented the entire day.

“okay, okay, i’m finished now.” you said, intertwining yours and shawn’s hands and quickly kissing his cheek. “where are we going to eat?”

“some castle thing i made reservations for, it’s back on the other side of the park.” he said, “it’s the theme of some movie but i don’t know which one.”

before you could answer, two girls approached you and shawn asking for a quick picture. he happily took the picture with them, answering the few questions they asked.

once shawn was finished taking the picture he and the fans went their separate ways and he returned to you. connecting your hands once again.

“are you taking me to be our guest?” you gasped, knowing exactly which restaurant shawn was talking about. earlier you passed by it, mentioning that one day you’d like to eat there.

“i think so? i don’t know, there was a talking tea pot.” he said, “and the princess who wears yellow. i don’t remember her name. emma watson wore it too.”

“belle, shawn, belle! from the one and only beauty and the beast! do you not remember watching it like three weeks ago?” you laughed. “seriously! i can not believe you don’t like disney movies!”

the rest of the walk to the restaurant, you and shawn argued about how he didn’t like disney movies even though you thought he should.

“i mean, you look like a disney prince already so why not?” you said, pointing out one of the disney princes on the wall of a store.

“y/n that does not look like me, he has black hair.”

“oh you get the point!”

he chuckled, leading you into the restaurant where they quickly lead you to a table at the back, almost separated from everyone else.

“so if i’m the disney prince that makes you my princess, right?” shawn asked, still not dropping the disney movie topic.

you rolled your eyes as the waiter approached your table ready to take drink orders, both of you decided to order water since it was quick and free.

“this place is cute,” shawn commented, taking a bite of bread that was on the table.

“oh please,” you scoffed. “you probably don’t know what this place even is.”

“it’s a fancy restaurant y/n, duh.”

“no” you rolled your eyes, “this is the beast’s castle dining room. you know, where be our guest is sung.”

“what’s that?”

“oh my god.” you sighed, taking a sip of water and ending the conversation right there.

after you ate dinner, you decided to walk around for a little longer, not wanting to leave just yet despite how tired you both were.

“shawn, just one more time! please please please?” you begged, trying to pull him in the direction of your favourite ride. the little mermaid ride.

“y/n, i have had enough of under the sea if i have to hear that song one more time i think i’m going to lose it.” he sighed, walking the opposite direction.

to people walking past, this was an odd sight. a 5'5 girl wearing minnie mouse ears trying to pull her 6'2 boyfriend into a disneyland ride while he’s walking the opposite direction. you received a few stares from people, but in this moment you didn’t mind. all you wanted was to go on the ride just one more time, and you would stop at nothing.

“come on shawn, who knows when we’re going to be here again!”

“y/n, you forced me on that ride 5 times today just for the song! i think that’s enough.” he exclaimed. “but we can go on the star wars one again.”

the star wars ride was right across from the little mermaid one and you absolutely hated it. shawn dragged you on it earlier, and at first you had an open mind about it but after a few minutes you hated it with all your heart. you never liked star wars in the first place but you went on to make him happy.

“no we are not going on that again.”

“well we aren’t going on the stupid mermaid one again either.”

you sighed, the two of you had moved to the sidewalk right in front of the entrance to the ride so you weren’t right in the middle of the street anymore.

“shawn,” you tried just one more time, a new idea popping into your head.

“no, i’m not giving in.” he crossed his arms, keeping his gaze fixed on the star wars ride ahead.

“oh yeah?”

“try me.”

“i’ll do whatever you want,” you smirked. “at the hotel. if you know what i’m saying.”

he turned to face you, narrowing his eyes.

“you’re lying.”

“try me,” you mimicked him from earlier. “i’m dead serious.”

he scanned your face, looking for any possible signs of lying. after making sure you were really serious, he grabbed your hand pulling you into the entrance.

“well in that case, what are we waiting for?”

A Lesson in Love (Deleted Scenes)

Hello to any and every radiant human being reading this. I hope this week has been treating you well because that’s exactly what you all deserve.

After some back and forth, I have finally decided that I’m going to be writing deleted scenes for “A Lesson in Love”.

What this means: I want y'all to let me know if there are any scenarios you can think of that didn’t happen in the story that you want to see written. In my head, there are so many more things that have happened between the reader and Bucky that I didn’t get the chance to write. Stuff that has further solidified the reason why the reader is feeling the way she is about Bucky and maybe vice versa? Requests can include other characters as well! 

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

How would DA:I companions react to an orphan teenage (16-18) Inquisitor? Also, how would they react to the Inquisitor saying that they have been the closest thing they ever had to a family? (Advisors also please)

Cassandra: She finds out after they stabilize the Breach. Her heart sinks even more than it already does when she thinks about how hard she was with them when she first met them. The Seeker sheepishly apologizes and reassures them later that they can stay with her and the Inquisition as long as they want. When they say she’s the closest thing to family, she freezes for a moment. Her eyes soften and she smiles genuinely at them, and she nods. “You’re the closest I have to family, too. Inside or outside of Nevarra… you are part of my family.

Blackwall: His heart drops with heavy pity, and it makes him more protective of the kid. He’s not sure how to go about it, but he does mention that if they ever want to talk, he’s willing to listen. At some point after the truth about his identity comes out, they talk it out, and they end the conversation by stating he is among those they count as the closest they’ve had to family. He stares, wide-eyed and shocked, unsure if he heard them correctly. When he realizes he did, he beams and hugs the kid if they allow it. “You’re my family, too, if you’ll have me.” he agrees.

Iron Bull: If the Herald doesn’t seem upset by it or like they don’t wanna talk about it, he never even brings it up. People under the Qun don’t really have parents– just Tamassrans who show them the way, and he figures Cassandra and the others do a good enough job of that. When they mention that he’s practically family, provided he’s Tal-Vashoth, it makes him beam, and his eye gleam with pride. He almost squeezes them to death in a big hug. “You’re my family, too, Imekari. You’re an honorary Charger, you hear me? And a permanent one if you want, someday.”

Sera: She can relate to them immediately, and she just sort of nods in quiet understanding. They eventually have cookies and talk on the room by her room about their own family situations, and bond ever more. She sticks by them often to keep an eye out for them. When they tell her she’s the closest they’ve got to family– specifically, she’s like their big sister– her eyes almost start welling up with tears. She pulls them into a tight hug, gives them a playful noogie on the head, and laughs brightly. “You’re my little sibling, you are.” she announces. “Alright. We’ve got our own family now, and anyone who says otherwise can shut it!”

Varric: He can sort of relate, because his dad died when he was young and his mom was an alcoholic who did little to raise them. He reassures them that if they don’t have anywhere to go after this that they could stay with him if they want to, in Kirkwall– he’d find them a job. When they call him family, he grins and pats their back. “You’re family to me, too. You’re always welcome in House Tethras. You can even take my brother’s room!”

Cole: He feels their pain, and his comments differ, depending on how long they’ve been orphaned and their relationship with their parents. But it always ends with Cole mentioning this: “A little warmth is growing and growing in your heart. You feel at home with us, a family.” They mention that Cole is as close to family as they have, and Cole lets out an excited laugh and doesn’t know how to express his joy, so he bounces a bit up and down. “Oh! Thank you! I love you, too! I can be family! You are family! We are family!”

Dorian: He hesitates for a moment before he speaks. “I’m sorry to hear that.” he says quietly. “We are here for you. I know we’re not exactly the same as a good family or good parents, but not everyone has that luxury. I would know…” The Herald isn’t sure how to comfort him after Dorian deals with his father, but they talk to him and make sure he’s alright, and he knows they’re trying. When they say he’s brave, it makes his heart soar. When they call him their family, he gasps and stares at them for a moment. Finally, he grins. “I detest confessions, but… you’re family to me, too. More so than anyone in the south… thank you.”

Solas: He says very little about it, but he knows it hasn’t made their life any easier. He believes they are, nonetheless, capable on their own, and doesn’t worry about it as much as the others. If the Herald is an elf, he does ask more questions about what happened to their parents, but he stops if it upsets them. When they call him family, he’s silent, unsure how to respond, at least before forcing a smile and thanking them. He very much wishes he could say the same, but he doesn’t want to hurt anyone who he would consider family.

Vivienne: She’s indifferent about it– she got along her life without her parents, and so can the Herald. She’s not cruel about it, though, if they seem upset by it, and offers her sympathies. However, she does take it upon herself to make sure they have everything they need to succeed. When they tell her she’s family, it comes after Bastien dies. She’s silent, for a moment, before finally nodding and smiling. “Thank you, Darling; you’re practically family to me as well. You will always be welcome in my home.”

Josephine: She frets over them even more than before, trying to ensure their emotional needs are also cared for. The ambassador becomes a bit overbearing, but it’s all out of concern. She receives offers from numerous noble families offering to adopt the Herald as their own, but she turns them all away without a second thought. They need someone who really loves and cares for them, not just nobles vying for power. When the Herald tells her she’s like family, she gasps and hugs the Herald in return, heart soaring. “I feel the same way. You’re a Montilyet, in my eyes and heart.” she agrees proudly. “You will always be welcome in our home as a member of our family.”

Cullen: He feels pity for them, but doesn’t know how to go about it. As a result, he doesn’t bring it up unless they do, and he does his best to listen sympathetically. It annoys him to no end that there’s nobles who would adopt the Herald just for appearances– they deserve more, real love. When they tell him that he’s like family, his eyes soften and he thanks them, with a reassurance that they are welcome in his family. He tells his sister in a letter, and if his family comes to visit, they demand to see their “newest member of the family” and gush over the Herald.

Leliana: She relates to them, and knows how they’re feeling. She handles it the best, and will calmly listen to them if they need to talk about it. At one point after a long chat, she offers them an Andraste’s Grace flower and wishes them well without clarifying what it was. She grows closer to them than she anticipated, and finds herself briefly at a loss when they call her family. She finally settles for giving them a rare, genuine smile, and nodding. “I’m not sure I’m who you would want as an aunt,” she says wryly, “but I’ll try.”

I just wanted to say that I am so grateful for you all

I am so grateful that the YOI family is still alive and well!!
To all those who keep providing us all with new content whether it be art, fics, translations, gifs, memes, HCs and AUs or literally ANYTHING I am so thankful for you and love you so very much!!! I hope you continue your amazing work until the “next level” and beyond
I was so worried when the show ended that the fandom would dwindle out after a few weeks, but if these past (almost) two months are any indication I think we’re gonna be a-ok

Prince Jeno

Request: Prince jeno would be such a great au and I think you’d be great at writing it so that is my request

A/N: thank you for having such high hopes in me im sjdkdn

  • okay but im really bad at prince au’s and im shookt that y'all are actually requesting for more??
  • my second post of jeno for his birthday!
  • i hope i don’t ruin it with my bad writing oh my
  • okay i’ll try my best to make this as entertaining as possible
  • let’s go

  • so, your father works as a driver for the royal family

  • your mom, one of the cooks in the castle
  • and both of them are well loved by the family
  • and has been there ever since jeno was born
  • your mom even helped take care and look after jeno for a period of time because the king and queen trusts her that much
  • they even offered them to stay in the castle, together with you
  • and they had no choice but to agree
  • which is why you met jeno when y'all were like 5/6
  • he was already really attractive at that time
  • but your mom always told you, “he’s the prince!! remember to respect him”
  • which is why you tried not to have feelings for him
  • which failed in the end anyways
  • really kind and innocent!!
  • as a kid he loved playing so he’d always go up to you and play
  • you remember how he’d always knock on the room of your door
  • “y/n!! want to come play with me?”
  • “mother said that i can go the garden with you!”
  • “me?”
  • “yes! come on, let’s go”
  • and he already had his eyesmiles™ and cute little smile which always made you so happy
  • eventually y'all got closer, and became bestfriends
  • as you grew older you start to realise how wonderful it is because
  • you’re best friends with a prince???
  • such a good looking one to be exact??
  • but jeno has never seen himself as someone who is of ‘high authority’ just because of his status as a prince
  • so he’s really casual and laidback
  • you even forget that he’s the prince at times
  • except when he gets all serious and mature, during discussions involving the country
  • or when he needs to represent the queen at meetings or occasions
  • and it’s all when he looks most attractive
  • loves adventure a lot!!
  • so he drags you along to go visit the woods & forests or town
  • “sometimes it gets really hard being a prince, it’s tiring”
  • “aw jeno, i know. but everyone loves you though!!”
  • “haha yeah, but i need a break sometimes”
  • “-and i’m thankful for you, thank you for being my best friend ever since we were young”
  • “not a problem at all, my majesty”
  • “stop that haha”
  • “hope that made you feel better, i’m thankful for you too”
  • prince haechan and mark often comes over to hang out with y'all
  • and for some reason haechan would always tease the both of you
  • “hey y/n, ever thought of becoming the next princess?”
  • “perhaps.. princess lee?”
  • and you’re just blushing there, confused
  • “haechan, don’t tease her”
  • “aw someone’s protective”
  • and you turn over to see a blushing jeno too
  • until one day he drags you out for another exploring session
  • into a small little park/forest
  • and he takes a deep breath
  • “you know how haechan always says those things? it’s true”
  • “what-?”
  • “i mean, would you like to be my princess?”
  • “i’ve had feelings for you for a long time now”
  • and you’re literally shaking and too shocked and happy to say anything
  • “i like you too jeno but-”
  • “but?”
  • “idk if this will work out, i mean you’re such an important figure and im just-”
  • “don’t say that! i’m sure we’ll be happy”
  • “what’s more, father said he’d support us”
  • “you asked the king? oh my”
  • “yes!! hehe so, are we together now?”
  • “yes i can’t believe this”
  • and when y'all go back to the castle,
  • your parents are just shookt and speechless to say anything
  • but they’re happy for you too
  • same for the king and queen
  • they had always knew jeno had feelings for you
  • and they both love you a lot so!!
  • tries his best not to show too much skinship in front the guards and servants
  • but at times
  • he’d lowkey give you a peck on the cheek
  • and also slip his arm around your waist
  • probably loves riding on the horse with you,
  • going on small little rides down the town or around the castle- honestly he’s more like a friend than a prince?
  • he’s really kind-hearted and sweet too
  • which is why almost everybody loves him
  • one time he was in the town just waking around casually
  • he gave up his sweater for an old lady, and even offered to help her things
  • which gained quite a lot of attention because everyone’s all like
  • “look at how kind the prince is!!”
  • “prince jeno, thank you for your kindness”
  • “bless you, my child”
  • and all that
  • which is also one of the reasons why you love him
  • he’s just great as a person
  • i’ll stop here ahh
  • this is so short im sorry!!

anonymous asked:

I would send you a hug, but after also enduring this heat, I would think you'd much rather something cool. So, here's some virtual ice *throws ice in your face*. Sorry. I hope you're feeling well <3

(( OOC: Was throwing ice in my face the only option? Could you not have, y’know… given me an ice cream or something?? ))

It looks like it was Bobby and it is on Netflix.

It seems Bobby is popular with the Lock Up people even if he isn’t going to be featured:)

************************************************** Yep, that one is him for sure. The lockup staff did actually really enjoy him. There’s q&a’s with them online where people ask what Bobby was like and the producers always say that he was a lot of fun, kept the staff laughing and that they never felt scared being left alone with him. And that he draws well, of course. They’ve tried several times to get new episodes with him and updates on him but Alabama Department of Corrections won’t allow it. I’ll share with y'all a funny story that happened after his first episode aired: there was a guard there who did not like Bobby at all. One day, he came to talk to Bobby, informing him that his (the guard’s) son really liked the episode with Bobby on it and really admired him and he was hoping that bobby would allow the kid to come visit him. And bobby knew that must’ve really pissed off the guard since he didn’t like him 😩and he agreed to it and the kid came to visit him.
Body Positivity;WinWin

Request: hi hello yes I was wondering if I would be able to request a body positivity sicheng post 💕 (because I’m extremely insecure about my appearance, ranging from my large russian nose to my stretchmarks and cellulite) I just thought it would help to read about my bias loving me for me idk haha much love 🌸

  • i’d write this in a markdown format because it’s much easier for me!!
  • on a side note, i have many insecurities too so i’d probably do this as a series like the other ones of any of y'all request this for the other members!
  • hope this makes you feel better in a way or so,

  • so winwin’s your boyfriend of two years now

  • he knows you really well, even more than you actually know yourself
  • and he’s such a sweet and sincere person, you always wonder what you did to deserve such a wonderful person like that
  • you started getting even more insecure than you already were, after being together with him for a year
  • mainly because you’re dating such a flawless person who has the purest heart, you can’t help but feel that you’re not good enough
  • he probably noticed,
  • as he saw how you’d always get really sensitive to other people’s comments to your appearance,
  • and how you’d always ask him, “why do you love me babe?”, “do i look okay?”, “will people judge me?”
  • initially he wasn’t that vocal about his thoughts as he thought that you’d get over it quickly,
  • but as soon as he realised that it only made you more insecure, he started becoming more affectionate, never forgetting to show his genuine love for you everyday
  • always starts the day off with a “good morning my beautiful angel”
  • and ends it with, “you looked amazing like you always do today babe, i love you”
  • gives you lots of hugs and kisses when he notices you overthinking and turning upset over yourself,
  • and isn’t afraid to compliment you at all times
  • he posts random photographs and pictures of you on social media and likes to caption them
  • “isn’t she just stunning?”
  • “i"m glad i fell in love with her”
  • he’d do anything to make you feel more confident
  • afraid of being judged being together with him in public? winwin wouldn’t care at all and would hold your hand and have his arms around you at all times, showing others that you’re his, and that he’s happy
  • when he sees that you’re upset or feeling a little insecure, he flashes you his cute little adorable smile, which never fails to brighten up your day
  • “what.. if you leave me one day because you find someone better or prettier?”
  • “you’re wonderful the way you are and i love you for you, trust me baobei”
  • “i’m just scared, as compared to others im not as-”
  • “you’re you and you’re great just the way you are, don’t compare yourself to others. in my eyes you’re all i could ever ask for and you have the ability to make me happy and that’s good enough”
  • would also send you random texts and photos of positive quotes,
  • always accompanied by a selfie,
  • “know that i love you baby”
  • tries to make you smile at all times and he gets really happy when he sees you happy too!!
  • his actions always show how much he loves you so you can’t help but trust him fully, and let go of all your insecurities
  • and the fact that he literally worships you, makes you feel much better
  • thanks you him, you gained much confidence
  • and you can’t thank him enough
  • just know that winwin loves you for who you are and won’t ever judge you!!
  • i hope this helped a bit even though it’s really short omg

    Originally posted by nctmark

Million Reasons // A Stiles Stilinski Smut

Prompt: To them, becoming friends with benefits seems like the absolute perfect idea. He’s madly in love with Lydia and she never wants a relationship ever again. So, what could possibly go wrong, right? (Part 6 of 6)

Series: Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Epilogue

Warnings: NSFW, Mentions of Sexual Content, Mentions of Smut, Angst, Jealousy, Fight, Making Out,and Swearing.

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/Stiles Stilinski x OFC

Word Count: 5,094

Song: Million Reasons by Lady Gaga

A/N: Well folks, this is it. We’ve officially reached the Finale. I absolutely loved writing this little series and I hope you all enjoyed reading it. I highly recommend you listen to the song after finishing, it’s gonna make you all kinds of happy and it definitely inspired some quotes. Anyway, thank you for reading and for the support! 

P.s. I will be posting an Epilogue with more smut for y'all!

Wiping away the last remaining tears on my cheeks and taking a much needed deep breath, I knocked on the front door of the Martin household and just waited for my fate. I don’t even need to have supernatural powers or senses to know that this night is going to be a complete bust. Lydia, on the other hand, would literally behead me if I even consider missing this event.

Ever since last night, when I drove Stiles into the arms of another girl, all I’ve wanted to do is just hide away in my own house and hopefully never have to leave again. But, no, now I have to come to this stupid party Lydia threw for the pack because it’s basically mandatory.

The front door flew open when I least expected it and I even jumped slightly in shock. On the other side of the door was a very well dressed, as always, Lydia Martin. Her face lit up into a smile instantly when she realized I was the one that had arrived.

“Whoa, you scared me there.” I chuckled and the smile on her face grew even wider.

“Ah, always a pleasure.” The red head slightly lifted her skirt to bow and I laughed.

Lydia took a step aside and opened the front door more, pointing inside. “Come on in.”

I smiled at her one last time before walking past the door and into her beautiful home, the sound of the banshee closing it behind me. We walked all the way to her backyard and the bonfire Lydia had promised was already in full swing.

I entered and felt content to see everyone so happy and just enjoying themselves. Scott and Kira were dancing together in front of the bonfire, both too drunk with each other to even care who could possibly see. Malia was engaged in a conversation with Theo and my stomach turned in disgust at the sight of him. Mason and Liam were chugging down cups of, what I assume is, beer and the last person my eyes laid on was him.

Stiles was sitting slightly away from the bonfire, alone, with a red plastic cup in his hand as he quietly sung along to the music playing. The butterflies in my stomach, which have declared it as their home at this point, had woken up from their slumber and began flying around crazily just at the sight of this boy. It took everything I had not to cry and give into my emotions I was trying so hard to hold back.

“Hey guys!” Scott’s voice shouting pulled me out of my trance. It’s amazing how Stiles doesn’t even need to say or do anything for me to already feel completely lost in him. “Emma’s here!”

I blushed at the Alpha’s excitement to see me and my eyes peered around the room to see everyone smile, even Theo, at my arrival. Well, everyone except for Stiles that is. His eyes, immediately, pierced into mine and I could feel my entire body ignite on fire. I gave him a weak smile and saw awe and wonder quickly flicker in his pupils.

“Alright, now the party’s started!” Scott exclaimed, approaching me and giving me a big bear hug. It was a tight hug, but surprisingly pleasant. To be honest, I didn’t even mind the lack of air when we finished our embrace. “Somebody get this girl a drink!”

“Thanks, Scotty.” I laughed, watching as the host of the party made her way into the kitchen just to get me one.

I immediately ran after her, feeling bad that she would have to go through the trouble of making me a drink. Lydia was already grabbing a plastic cup when I entered the kitchen and stopped her.

“Thanks Lydia, but you really don’t have to.” I stated, approaching her.

“Oh, it’s okay.” The banshee shrugged and waved her hand at me, getting the vodka on the counter to pour a small amount in the shaker. “I like making drinks for my friends.”

I smiled at her kindness and politely thanked her as I watched Lydia put a juice mixer into the container. Putting on the lid, she shook it to blend the two different liquids together and, then, opened it. I leaned on the counter at the same time that she poured the drink into a plastic cup just like the one Stiles was holding and handed it to me. I took a sip and the alchohol burned it’s way down my throat, but the sweet taste of the tropical juice made it worth it.

“Hey, so how’d your date with Theo go last night?” Lydia turned her entire body to face me with a smirk planted on her lips as she leaned against the counter, as well. “Did you guys, you know…?”

I audibly groaned as I took another swig of my drink and she furrowed her eyebrows in interest.

“What?” The red head chuckled. “Is he that bad in bed?”

“Lydia!” I laughed, shouting and she lifted her hands in surrender. “It didn’t even get to that. God, I would never let that lame excuse of a man into my pants.”

“Oh, my God!” She laughed with me and it felt nice to just talk to her without thinking about last night. “How terrible was the date?”

The problem wasn’t really the date, per se. It’s that I’m in love with Stiles Stilinski. But, I can’t exactly tell you that.

“The date wasn’t that awful. It’s what happened after the date that’s the problem.” I told her and Lydia had never looked more intrigued in her entire life. “The guy is the worst kisser I have ever met.”

Lydia bursted out laughing and it made me happy that I was the one to cause that. She had to literally get a hold of the counter to stop herself from falling over and I noticed water gather up in her eyes.

“Oh, man.” She wiped away a fallen tear from laughing too hard and I smiled at her actions. “What a shame.”

The sound of Scott shouting our names at the top of his lungs broke our little bubble and we instantly ran towards the backyard. Fear flooded in my veins, my mind already imagining the worst case scenarios possible.

“Yay, you’re back! Let’s play games!” Scott celebrated and as soon as I realized we weren’t actually facing a supernatural threat, I let myself relax again.

The pack had turned the music down and everyone was sitting in a small circle around the fire, content smiles on their faces.

“Dammit, Scott!” Lydia yelled with a scowl, approaching him to slap his arm. “You can’t just scream like that!”

“Yeah.” I agreed, slightly laughing at her anger. “You scared us both.”

“Sorry.” The Alpha shrugged, a mischevious smile plastered on his face. “But, I really want to play Suck & Blow.”

“Do I even want to know what that is?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him as I sat down in between Liam and Malia.

“It’s when you have to pass a playing card to the person next to you with your mouth.” Lydia explained, taking her own seat in between Kira and Theo. “You blow as the other sucks the card away from your lips. If you let the card fall, you two have to kiss.”

“Is this really a game we should be playing?” I scoffed.

“Oh, come on. It’ll be fun!” Scott shrugged, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. “But, I mean, we’re definitely gonna have to make some seating arrangements. Exes can’t sit with each other.”

The Alpha pointed to the were-coyote sitting next to me and that’s when I had noticed Stiles sitting next to her. Malia looked like she couldn’t care less about this situation, but was grateful of Scott’s thoughtfullness, anyway.

“Okay, uh-” Scott peered around the group to see who could take her spot, his face full of concentration. He didn’t even bother to look at Kira because there’s no way in hell she’s sitting away from him, but carefully looked at the rest of us girls. Scott took his time staring at Lydia thinking whether or not he should suggest her, until his brown eyes fell on mine.

My heart, immediately, stopped and I seriously considered just making a run for it. My eyes widened immensely as I noticed his lips curl into a sly smirk.

“Emma.” The werewolf pointed at me and, then, the girl beside me. I watched in horror as he said the words I didn’t want to hear. “You switch places with Malia.”

Everything in my head seemed to spin as I nervously took Malia’s spot. I didn’t even have it in me to react or say a single word to my Alpha, I didn’t trust my voice enough. My eyes prickled with possible tears just at the idea of being beside Stiles after everything that happened and I have never felt more defenseless. Every supernatural creature I have faced is nothing compared to my fear of facing Stiles.

With a quick glance, I turned to look at him. His eyes didn’t even dare to meet mine as they were glued to the floor. That’s when I noticed he was nervously fidgeting with his hands, something he does whenever he’s scared or anxious.

I shut my eyes before taking a deep breath and turning back to Scott to watch him attach the playing card to his mouth and pass it to Kira. It was a success and everyone payed close attention, with intrigue in their eyes, as she passed it to Lydia. When the red head passed it to Theo, I couldn’t help but notice her quickly glance at me and smirk. I smirked back at her at the memory of me confessing the guy is an awful kisser. Lydia was able to pass it to him without letting it fall and I had to hold back my shameless laughter when she looked me straight in the eye and mouthed “thank God”.

After Theo sat Mason, then, Liam and Malia. The card was getting by just fine as everyone did surprisingly well. Everybody playing it off cool and I was shocked that no one had dropped it yet.

When it was my turn to receive the card from Malia, I felt the excitement of the game run through my veins. She passed it to me and I was in awe that we managed to keep it flowing. I mentally prepared myself before turning around to Stiles and approaching him.

His eyes were wide as they observed me place the card on his lips. The second I got so close to him, I felt his familiar smell that I loved so much and I became instantly consumed by Stiles. I was slightly distracted as I remembered all of those intimate times we spent together, but he was able to get the card.

For about two seconds.

The entire world seemed to slow down when we watched the card detach from his mouth and fall onto the ground as if the universe was stuck in slow motion. I could feel my heart fall into the deepest pit of my stomach at the same time that everyone yelled excitedly.

“Wonderful.” Stiles scoffed and I looked up at him, his eyes now on my own.

“Oh, you know what that means!” Kira squealed, clapping her hands together as Mason and Liam made annoying smooching noises.

I tried desperately to speak with Stiles through our eyes, asking him if he was okay with this or if he’d like me to come up with some excuse. But, either he didn’t pick up what I was putting down or he just chose to ignore me.

We stared at each other for what seemed like hours, but were only a few seconds. There were so many different emotions on his face and I didn’t know how to decipher any one of them. All I could really understand was the incredibly strong tension between us right now and I wondered if any of the werewolves could sense it.

“What the hell is taking so long?” Scott shouted, way too eager for my liking. “Stiles, kiss her already!”

A feeling of comfort, suddenly, rushed into me when Stiles’ eyes changed and they flickered in the same way they did the night we last had sex before, well, our “breakup”. They were soft and warm and I already sensed myself getting lost in them.

Goosebumps made their way onto my skin when he settled his hand on my cheek and pulled me in towards him. My breath hitched in my throat with how nervous I was as he placed his lips on mine. I, immediately, closed my eyes and let myself enjoy this one moment of weakness.

His mouth back on my own felt like I was finally home after a really long and painful day. All of my fear and hurt melted away as his lips brushed with mine in such a soft and delicate pace, I could barely feel it. But, then, the sound of the pack cheering loudly seemed to, suddenly, spark something in him and he put his other hand on my other cheek.

I grabbed his plaid shirt with my fingers, the kiss now deeper than before. I wanted to moan, I wanted to smile, I wanted to cry at all of the different feelings I was facing with this breath-taking kiss. To the rest of them it was just some heated little makeout session we were having, but to us it was so much more.

It was the feeling of the ice in between Stiles and I starting to melt. It was the beginning of a possible fix in our broken relationship. It was the weight jumping off our shoulders as we began to feel at peace. It was a conversation our bodies were having, confessing how much we desperately wanted and needed each other.

I internally groaned when Stiles slowly pulled away and let me go. It felt cold not to have him with me anymore, but I could still feel the tingle of his touch on my lips. My body thankful it got to taste my one drug I’m so addicted to, again.

“Damn!” Liam laughed and the majority laughed along with him.

The blush on Stiles’ and my own cheeks were obvious as we nervously recomposed ourselves. I looked over at him and he was smiling, my heart felt like it could fly at the beautiful sight before me. It amazes me how in love I am with this boy and how he truly has my entire heart in his hands.

The game went on for about an hour and everyone was having the greatest time, including Stiles and I. It was nice to just be able to relax with him and not have to pretend like everything was okay because, in some way, things we’re starting to be okay again.

When the smoke coming from the bonfire became so strong that practically everyone was coughing and having a hard time breathing, we knew it was time to move the party inside the house.

“I say we play Never Have I Ever next.” Lydia suggested once we all sat at the dining room table, each of us now with glasses of wine in our hands. Sure, we’re just teenagers but we’re very classy teenagers.

“How does that game work?” Malia asked, taking one of the many bottles on the table and refilling her glass.

“It’s simple.” The banshee smiled and I listened carefully because I also have no idea how to play. “It starts by someone saying something they’ve never done before and all of those who have done that thing before must take a sip of their drink. For example, if I say I’ve never eaten an apple before, everyone who has eaten an apple drinks.”

“Oh, alright. Then, let’s start!” The were-coyote exclaimed, clearly excited to play. “Who goes first?”

“I’ll go.” Kira offered and everyone smiled at her. “Okay, never have I ever gone fishing before.”

“Oh, come on Kira!” Lydia laughed, getting popcorn from the bowl on the table and tossing some at the kitsune. “You’re always the prude!”

“Yeah, you have to have scandelous confessions.” Mason agreed and I couldn’t hold back my smile. “They need to be intense.”

“Fine, then.” Kira pouted and Scott tried to comfort her. “You start.”

“Gladly.” Mason smirked, his face mischievious as he came up with his statement. “Never have I ever thought about having sex with someone in this very room.”

The rest of the table looked around at each other before literally all of us lifted our glasses and took a sip. The laughter was uncontrollable at how everyone just confessed that they’ve thought about sleeping with one another and it was refreshing.

“Okay, my turn.” Liam chuckled at Mason’s shocked reaction. “Never have I ever actually had sex with someone in this very room.”

My eyes grew wide and I internally cursed myself when I felt my heart begin to beat faster. Scott, Kira, Malia, and Stiles all took sips as my hands felt clammy. My mind was running a mile a minute and I didn’t know what to do.

“Emma, why is your heart beating so fast?” Theo narrowed his eyes at me and everyone at the table turned their heads to stare at my blushing cheeks.

“Yeah, it totally is.” Malia agreed, her face curious. “It’s like it’s about to jump out of your chest.”

I could already feel Stiles’ heated stare on me, he lifted up his hand to nervously bite his nails and I felt like I could be sick. The entire table cautiously waited for an answer and my stomach knotted in anxiety. With my heartbeat pounding in my ears and shaking my entire body, I picked up my glass and slowly took a sip.

The room went silent with realization and I could even hear a few gasps coming from my friends when everything made sense. Only five of us took sips and everyone knows that Scott is committed to Kira and was to Allison before her, which means he never would have had sex with me. Leaving the only other possibility in the circle… Stiles Stilinski.

My heart twisted and sunk with nerves at the pack staring at me in such awe and shock that they had no idea how to even properly react to this. Anxiety flooded my entire body as Scott was the first person to speak up.

“I knew it!” He shouted and my heart stopped, Stiles also snapping his head towards his best friend.

“What?” I gawked, completely astonished.

“You guys have been reeking of sex the past month! I knew that couldn’t be just a coincidence and I eventually put it all together.”

“Well, nice detective work.” I answered shyly, my eyes falling to the floor in embarrassment.

“Wait, wait, wait. Is he the one you’re in love with?” Theo suddenly stood up, severe anger in his eyes. “Is Stiles the one you dropped me for?”

I, immediately, turned to look at Stiles and he was both perplexed and flustered. The awe and hope in his eyes were obvious and I gave him a weak smile. He smiled back and it felt like the world was, finally, falling into the right place again.

“You fucking bitch!” Theo snapped, pulling our attentions back to him. “Stiles Stilinski?! I am so much better than that pathetic loser!”

Anger boiled in me like never before and I instantly stood up, approaching Theo. He was slightly surprised at my sudden action, but stood his ground anyway. I didn’t even say anything, too furious at his remark towards Stiles, and I just lifted my hand and slapped him across the face.

“Oh, shit!” Liam shouted, clearly amused at my actions.

“Don’t ever talk about him like that again.” I threatened with a low and stern voice as Theo’s hand clutched his reddened cheek. “You are nothing compared to Stiles and not even worth wasting my breath on.”

Before I even knew what was happening as it all happened so fast, Theo pushed me up against the wall. It felt as if all of the wind was immediately knocked out of me the second my back hit it. Theo’s enraged face was just inches from mine. Fear consumed my thoughts as I watched him lift one hand to attack me, the claws already sprouting out of his nails. I closed my eyes, preparing myself for what was about to come.

Suddenly, Theo was ripped away from my body before he could sink his claws into my flesh and it was like a weight was lifted from my shoulders. I looked beside me to see him being dragged to the front door against his will by my saviour. My heart fluttered at the sight of Stiles protecting me as he pushed the werewolf outside, Theo falling to the ground immediately.

“Don’t ever fucking touch her again.” He threatened, grabbing the door handle. “Or I’ll kill you myself.”

Stiles didn’t even wait for a possible answer, he just shut the door in Theo’s face instead.

The entire room was silent with everything that just happened, no one even daring to say a single word. All of their eyes were switching from Stiles to me, back and forth. That was when I noticed the boy I love glance over to Lydia and they shared a conversation through their eyes. My heart sunk in response and I’ve never felt more stupid in my entire life.  

I can’t believe for the slightest second I actually thought that I had the chance of being with Stiles again. He’s with Lydia now and would never take me back, not after I rejected him.

This was all way too overwhelming and I felt like I was going to explode.

“Excuse me.” I quickly stated, before running out towards the backyard. My face heated with embarrassment and my eyes warning me they were about to cry.

I took a deep breath once I was alone and rested my hands on my knees, trying everything I can to pull myself together. This entire night kept replaying in my head over and over again and I wanted to scream. The tears had now escaped my eyes and I didn’t even bother to stop them, I was too hurt to care.

The faint sound of footsteps walking towards me rung in my ears and I didn’t need to turn around to know who they belonged to. The memory of when I found Trevor cheating on me and running away only to be chased after by Stiles, before any of this happened, flooded my thoughts and it made my heart sting. God, that feels like so long ago.

“Stiles, I’m so sorry.” I turned around to see him standing behind me, his hands tucked into his pockets. “If I had known that suggesting we become friends with benefits would have resulted in all of this, I swear I never would’ve. Because of me, I’ve brought so much pain into our lives and I’ll never forgive myself for that.”

He stared at me for a few seconds before clearing his throat and answering.

“Well, I’m not sorry.” Stiles shrugged, his voice full of kindness. “I don’t regret a single encounter of ours and I really hope you don’t either.”

“Of course not.” I shook my head, not caring that so many tears were flowing down my cheek and he could see them. “I just regret hurting you.”

His eyes fell to the ground and my heart bled at the sight.

“I made a mistake rejecting you. There’s not a second that goes by that I haven’t beat myself up for it.” I confessed, my voice small and nervous. “B-But, I’m glad that you’re happy with Lydia now.”

Stiles’ head snapped up to look at me, confusion imminent in his features, as he took a step towards me. “What makes you think I’m with Lydia?”

“W-What?” I was completely baffled, this new information surprising me. “That doesn’t make any sense. I saw her at your house last night and you two were kissing.”

“You saw her at my house?” He narrowed his eyes at me, a smirk on his face. “Emma, were you stalking me?”

“No!” I shouted a little too quickly and Stiles laughed. “Stiles, I swear to God, I wasn’t stalking you.”

“Then, what were you doing at my house last night?” The freckled boy folding his arms across his chest, challenging me.

“I-I-” Letting out a nervous sigh, I tried to stop my stuttering. “I turned down Theo on our date because I realized that I loved you and only you. I went to your house t-to tell you and I secretly hoped you’d take me back, but then I saw you kissing her and I just… left.”

Stiles took another step closer to me and I felt my hands start to get clammy.

“You should’ve stayed.” He announced, a smile plastered on his face and I had never been more puzzled in my entire life.

“Why would I have done that?”

“Because you would’ve seen what came after the kiss.” Stiles stated, his hands coming out of his pockets to settle on my waist. “I confessed to Lydia that you’re the only love of my life and I could never be with her. She took it really well, actually.”

My heart fluttered at his confession and the tears started to slow down. Every single nerve in my body that was anxious and terrified a few seconds ago are now calming down and I could feel myself breathe again.

“Stiles, I don’t deserve you.” My voice was small and weak, but Stiles didn’t mind. He just shook his head at me and smiled.

“Emma, we’ve all made mistakes before-”

“No, but what I did was cruel and mean. You shouldn’t be loving towards me right now, you should be walking away and looking for someone better.”

“I guess you’re right.” Stiles shrugged and my knees went weak. “With everything that’s happened, I’ve got about a hundred million reasons to just walk away and leave without ever looking back.”

My eyes fell to the ground in pain as those words left his mouth, my heart churning in agony. However, the feeling of Stiles’ finger on my chin, gently lifting my face to look deep into his warm and golden eyes, had my breath hitching in my throat.

“But, Emma, I just need one good one to stay.”

It felt as if all of the ice in my veins was immediately set on fire and my entire body breathed again, relief and love taking over my emotions. There were tears rolling down my cheeks again, but this time they weren’t full of grief. For the first time, the tears falling from my eyes were tears of joy. I smiled at Stiles and I had never felt more safe and content in all my life.

“Remember when I said I couldn’t risk being in a relationship again?” My eyes pierced in his and he smiled, nodding. “Well, Stiles you are the risk I am willing to take. The risk I will always take.”

We were both smiling at each other like two idiots as he placed his hands on my cheeks, his eyes never breaking from my own. That’s when I felt the warmth start by tingling in my toes and fingers before passing through my entire body like a wave, washing away all of the stress and the pain of everything that happened between us. It left me refreshed inside and by the gleam in Stiles’ eyes, I knew this same waved passed through him, too.

His lips touched mine and I sunk into him. This kiss wasn’t just a simple kiss, it was kiss that helped mend everything we had broken together. The entire world ceased to exist as I focused on the feeling of his steady heartbeat against my own chest. Everything was soft and warm, the sensation of heat flooded our skin after spending cold and lonely nights away from each other. This kiss is the greatest kiss I’ve ever experienced because it wasn’t filled with passion and lust, it was filled with love and I will carry this feeling for the rest of my life. When I die, I will die with this memory of his lips against mine.

I inaudibly groaned when Stiles pulled away for us to breathe and he settled his forehead on my own, his thumbs softly caressing my cheeks.

“I know you’re scared of giving yourself to me but, Emma, I promise you I’ll never leave or hurt you. I’ll cherish you forever, making sure that every single day you know just how important and beautiful you are.” Stiles spoke, his words making me blush. “Over the course of this past month, you’ve made me the happiest I’ve ever been and if you let me, I want to spend the rest of my life making you feel the same way.”

Stiles wiped away the tears on my cheeks and I melted into his soft hand. Bringing my own hand to hold onto his, I let myself be fully consumed by him. I was nervous to let my walls down for someone, but I already felt so safe in his arms.

“Emma,” He stated my name when I couldn’t find the words to answer him. “Three words, eight letters. Say it and I’m yours.”

My entire body and mind were screaming at me, desperately trying to convince me to not give in. They reminded me of all the times I was vulnerable to past boyfriends and how I was constantly thrown down a deep precipice of pain and despair.

But, as I gazed into Stiles’ mesmerizing eyes, they were tuned out and all I could hear was the faint voice of my heart. Telling me, no- begging me to do the one thing I was originally against.

With my heart pushing me into a defenseless territory where I would, without a doubt, be emotionally exposed to this boy holding me together, I let the words roll off my tongue.

“I love you.”

I GOT CAUGHT AT SEPHORA

Ok y'all so this happened literally probably 2 hours ago so I’m still fucking shook but omg I have to share this. So today started out as just a regular day at the mall with my lifting partner. I knew I wanted some concealer and a beauty blender and I had that in mind but we hit up American Eagle on a whim. It was my first time trying a hook and trying AE but I walked out with the 2 of the cutest pink shirts and a navy jacket and I was feeling prettyyy fuckin good about myself, feelin verryyyy confident at this point. I felt so proud I walked right into Sephora with no worries. I grabbed what I wanted, tested some shit out ( I tested the YSL Touché Eclat concealer btw and holy shit, dark circles? Gone. Lack of sleep? Erased. That shit was the BOMB) Anyways I head to the back where the haircare stuff is bc no one was there and begin to conceal. I put in a lip gloss and I try to put in my beauty blender but it gets fucking STUCK in the opening of my bag. But I guess the haircare isle wasn’t as empty as I thought bc right as I’m pushing the beauty blender in my bag an SA fucking swoops in around the corner at like 1000 mph asking “Can I help you with anything!” And in a split second her eyes dart down to my hand pushing the beauty blender in my bag and she almost freezes,her smile fades and she looks back up at me. I kid you not guys my heart fucking DROPPED. I immediately thought “FUCK FUCK FUCK ABORT MISSION ABORT!!”“ I say no thank you but she still stares at me but eventually leaves. My heart starts racing and I can feel myself turning red as I look at dry shampoo to try to play it off. But from the corner of my eye I see her fucking just standing there, staring dead at me. She comes up and is like “yeah I love this dry shampoo it’s really great.” And she goes on about it and we kinda talk about dry shampoos but the vibe was so fucking weird the whole time. I was pretending like I was interested but you could cut the tension with a knife, I could clearly tell she was onto me. I ask if there’s any like samples of the dry shampoo and says she could check and really quickly and half assed “checks” for it. (She didn’t really check, I know she didn’t want to leave me alone) and she comes back and says the words of death “would you like a bag for your items.” I say sure and she gives me one and I ditch that area fast as fuck I’m tryna get outta thereeee. But was I’m making my way around I hear her talking to another SA and I see them communicating from my peripheral vision and by then I knew I was fucked bc all the SA’s knew what was up at that point. Now I’m starting to feel helpless like a fucking cornered animal bc now I’m surrounded by SA’s who know I was caught red handed. I could literally FEEL all their eyes on me. Then the manager comes up and is like “Can I help you with anything?!” Mind you her eyes are darting down from my bag and back up to me. Looking back on it it’s pretty funny how hard she tried to remain eye contact and fake smile when all she wanted to do was look in my bag😂 I couldn’t even muster up a smile back I felt so cornered and uncomfortable. So I give my bag to an SA who I could tell wasn’t suspicious of me, she was chill, and I get like a cheap little sample of the lip injection lip gloss and pay for it at the register. I know you don’t have to buy little things to seem less suspicious when you lift but I was caught red fucking handed and I felt like I had no choice :/ thank fucking god I brought money and my Sephora insider card bc it made me look like I was actually planning to spend money there. And right as I’m paying guess who I see staring dead at me from a cross the counter?? The same fucking blonde SA that caught me in the first place. Fuck you bitch🖕🏼🖕🏼I know you’re just trying to do your job, but could you do it a little worse IM TRYING TO FUCKING ROB YOUU! Lmfao so yeah, I leave the Sephora feeling embarrassed af. I tell my partner what happened and she asked if I wanted to go to lush then bc I was planning to go but at that point my mood was already crushed. And yeah guys that’s the story… I’m NEVER fucking hitting up that Sephora again….ever. My confidence in Sephora has dropped dramatically after today but I still want their shit!!! Ahh I really wanted that concealer!! 😤 Maybe I’ll try the online fraud method?? Idk. But yeah I’m watching crime shows and eating vegan brownies to comfort my self now lol. I need it after that blow to my confidence. Hope you enjoyed my story y'all. If you take anything from this PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE be aware of you surroundings before you conceal. Turns out my blind spot wasn’t such a blind spot after all bc I didn’t scope the area well enough and there happened to be an SA right around the corner. Learn from my mistakes! Sending my positive lifting vibes your way! Stay safe and much love XoXo 💕

Your Savior - 28

I have been dying to get this chapter posted! I am so glad that I was able to get it finished today! This one has been chewing at my brain for sometime now. I seriously hope y'all enjoy it!

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks


Chapter 28


Warnings:

Swearing, Negan being Negan, violence, death



You had never been more thankful for training as an excuse to be busy over the next week. You spent as long as possible in your new, private room every morning, grabbing a quick breakfast to eat on the way, and you had taken to eating dinner in your room as well with Brian and Brianna often keeping you company.

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anonymous asked:

You seemed like you were having a shit day. Here's Chirpy Zimbits fluff: "Hey Jack?" Bitty called, peering into the living room. "You put the pie pans in the cupboard above the fridge again!" There's a thump from the office, and Jack pads out. He's grinning, "yeah sorry, I keep forgetting." Bitty raises an eyebrow. "Forgetting, eh?" He slaps a hand over his mouth, eyes wide. Jack's laugh burst out of his body, and every time he so much as glances at Bitty's scandalized expression

Wave rolls through him. Bitty’s had drops from his mouth to strike his arm. “Stop laughing! It’s not funny, you said y'all just the other day, Mr. Zimmerman.” “Maybe a no to Christmas in Canada again?” Jack asks, still laughing. “Get me my pie pan you gigantic asshole.” Jack waggles his eyebrows as he grabs the pans. “Well. I mean, after last night, yeah.” Bitty’s expression is even more scandalized than before. It’s not good but I hope it made u smile @ least :)

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IM SORRY BUT I JUST LOST MY MIND AT “GIGANTIC ASSHOLE”

Second Chance (Karamel) - Chapter 9

Originally posted by highwaytothe7hells

Summary
One moment can change everything.

When Mon-El lost Kara, his fiancee, in an alien invasion one year ago, he thought he’d never see her again. Since then he’s been trying to build himself a life and pick up whatever pieces of him was left after losing her, and he’s been failing miserably. Just when he thinks he can’t go on anymore and loses all hope, he’s thrust into a world completely different than his; a world in which everything he used to know is changed. Which includes Kara Danvers never dying on that fateful night.

Mon-El soon finds out it won’t be as easy as he hoped it would be to reverse the changes, especially when with each passing day he gets more sucked up into his new life. Because in the end, reversing everything means losing Kara all over again, and he’s not sure he’s strong enough to go through that a second time.

Second Chance
- Prologue
- Chapter 1: Failure
- Chapter 2: Nightmare
- Chapter 3: Gone
- Chapter 4: Ripple Effect
- Chapter 5: Fault
- Chapter 6: Valor
- Chapter 7: Not Enough
- Chapter 8: Happiness
- Chapter 9: The Right Thing
- Chapter 10: Hollowness

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Note: hey y'all!

right now, i’m so glad that i’d went ahead with my plan for this story and wrote until chapter 14 (yup, 14), because if i’d written it according to my original plan, there was no way i could’ve posted this chapter right now, because, well, i have six exams next week in five days, and last week i’ve had five of them. there was NO WAY i could’ve written it. BUT, fortunately i did, so you won’t have to wait more after that cliffhanger on the last chapter ;)

anyway, without further ado, i hope you like this chapter! i feel like a lot will be explained in it, so if you’re confused or have any questions, please let me know :)

also, i barely know ANYTHING about comic books, so the character references in this chapter are based on the Supergirl show and my own imagination. just wanted to point that up if it ended up being different than the comic books :)

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Snowflakes and Sweet Moments (CTM Fanfiction)

It has been forever since I have written anything new and I have missed it so much. I started writing this about a month ago, but I had a hard time trying to find a way to end it. I got the idea for this when someone shared their concern about Teddy being in the snow and when another person said (can’t remember who) that they wished that they would have seen Shelagh and Sister Monica Joan have a scene together in Series 6. Hope y'all enjoy!!

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Shay Cormac The Stalker

At the request of his good friend Haytham, Shay is docked in New York for a few days to deal with the uprising of Assassin gangs in the area. Shay wastes no time in completing this task, and does so swiftly and ruthlessly as per usual. But after one of his missions, he finds himself distracted. How could you have known that the distraction was you? Well, Shay would make sure you knew soon enough. If there’s one thing that rings true about Shay, it’s that he’s about as dorky as he is Irish. You come to realize this when you spot the allusive man standing at a weaponry stall in the market, stealing quick glances from your direction. “What a weirdo” you think to yourself, letting out an amused scoff. You forgot about the man who had just been eyeing you and continued to busy yourself with organizing your wares. You ran a stall in the market alongside your mother, selling freshly baked goods. Your mother however, wasn’t at the market with you today, but if she were she would have noticed that strange man staring at you from a mile away. While she was a big help, you were kinda glad she wasn’t there with you, since she’d probably urge you to go talk to the man and say “Go on (Y/N)! Those grandbabies aren’t gonna make themselves!”. You sigh at the thought of that very plausible situation, relieved that for now, you were able to avoid it. You shook your head to dismiss the thoughts that swayed your mind from the task at hand and continued with your work, arranging various breads and sweets in baskets on display in front of your stall. Being as busy as you were, you hadn’t noticed that the stranger who was ogling you earlier had disappeared. But eventually, as you were rearranging your wares, you heard someone clear their throat behind you…a customer no doubt. “Anything I can help you with?” you inquire whilst turning around to face whoever was behind you. “I was just lookin'” the stranger replies with a pleasant accent, one that you recognized as Irish. Your eyes were met with surprise as you looked over the figure in front of you. He was considerably taller than you, with long dark hair that was tied back in a ponytail. His face was adorned with an oblong scar that treaded over one of his brown eyes, and his jaw was peppered with stubble just as dark as his hair. This stranger might have seemed harmless from far away, but up close he looked like he could slit your throat without a second thought. “Alright” you breathed a shaky breath “Let me know if you need anything” you continued, almost tripping over yourself as you walked back behind your stall. The stranger watched you curiously and gave you a small side smile that went unnoticed as you scurried away. You made a point of turning your back to the man, not to be rude, but simply because you couldn’t handle looking at him. “Why did he have to be cute?!” you screamed internally, as you pretended to be busy with nothing. “ ‘Scuse me lass?” that charming Irish lilt sounded behind you. “How can I help you?” you asked the man with a courteous smile, remaining cautious of looking him in the eye. “Well you can start off by givin’ me your name” he gave you a sly smirk that did nothing but make your legs feel like they would cave under you. “And why would I do that?” you retorted as confidently as you could muster. “Aw come on lass, I’m just askin’ for your name is all” he says, that stupid smirk on his stupid face. “Oh yeah sure you are. I saw you staring at me from across market” you look at him accusingly, which does nothing to falter his advances. “I meant no harm by it lass” he voiced apologetically, his deep brown eyes looking down at you with such sincerity that you were forced to return his gaze. “Uh-huh, suuuure. How do I know you’re not just some creep looking for a quickie?” your tone is firmer now, and you place your hands on your hips for added effect. “I swear to ya, I’m not” his eyes don’t leave your face, as if it were an affirmation that you were meant to trust him. You give him a squinty look and try to stay suspicious of him, but the wounded look on his face convinces you that he’s telling the truth. “Fine…” you sigh in defeat “My name is (Y/N)” the man’s face lights up as you reveal your name. “What'a beautiful name. I’m Shay Cormac” Shay smiles down at you, and your eyes meet the ground, flushing over his flattery. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Cormac” you return shyly, daring to glance up at him only to find yourself staring at the ground once again. “There’s no need to be formal lass, you can call me Shay” he gives you a small warm chuckle as he places a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Sorry…” you reply sheepishly, internally facepalming yourself for being so nervous around attractive men. “It’s alright lass, no need to apologize” Shay encourages with a grin that you can’t help but give back in return. “Now, are you going to buy something or not? You’re scaring off potential customers” you shoot back at him jokingly. “Only if you’re lettin’ me take ya out” he replies with hopeful eyes and a persuasive smirk. “Deal” you conclude happily. {Thank you @imakemyownblog for the request!}

Originally posted by soracormac