i don't know how you did it. but you snuck up on me and took over my life

Storm Clouds

SPN FanFic

~Sometimes you need to let it go before the storm can pass~

Reader, Dean, Sam

1,964 Words

Warnings: ANGST. Major Angst. Depressed Reader. Talk of Death. 

“I want to die.”

You hadn’t meant to say it, especially not to Dean, especially not now, especially not in that way, but he had been pushing and nagging all day and there it was. The truth spilled from your mouth in a viscous wave of half cried words that hung in the air between you and Dean like a smoke signal. Before the last syllable had rolled off of your tongue you already wished you could take it back, but there it was. It was in the open now; everything you’d been hiding from him, from Sam, from yourself.

His mouth opened and closed, his green eyes wide with shock as your confession turned in his mind. He seemed to be digesting it slowly, trying to figure out what you meant. It must have been a joke, he decided, and laughed solemnly.

“That’s not funny, kid. I’ve died. Trust me, it ain’t a picnic.”

You could have ended it then. You could have very easily laughed along with him and played it off as simply one of those things you said when you were tired and stupid. But you were tired and stupid, and you finally felt like you should talk about it. A hundred times that day he’d asked what was wrong, so, now he’d find out.

“It’s not a joke, Dean.” You looked him right in the eye, not a hint of a smile or twinkle of jest on your face. It wasn’t funny. It was the farthest thing from it.

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anonymous asked:

Harry/Carlos anon here: loved it!! New prompt if you don't mind ( you got the plot bunnies jumping lol) - Chad once again sneaking into Carlos room for the printer but an encounter with Harry (waiting for Carlos to come back from getting them food/drinks? Idk) has him rethinking that plan and Carlos walks in to Chad apologizing and giving up the many many many copies of room keys he made earlier.

Anony this prompt is super cute and it was a pleasure writing a little something for it. Hope you enjoy it!

Harry scanned the room with a scowl, eyes darting back and forth from the boys things. When Carlos had invited him over for a movie he expected the younger boy to be there - not a just as annoyed Jay demanding he not touch a thing until Carlos returned from helping Jane. Of course Harry wouldn’t listen, his fingers gently tracing the mold of Jay’s MVP trophy.

“Oopsy,” it fell to the floor with a hard thunk, leaving him dissatisfied when it didn’t break.

The pirate huffed, throwing himself on Carlos’ bed, and reached for a book. It was all a bit of nonsense to him, making him all the more bored. He could go out and find the boy. With his budding friendship with Evie, he was sure the little princess would tell him where to find them.

Harry settled more comfortably on the bed, that seemed far too much trouble and while Carlos was worth it he was tired. He slide his tricorn hat down by the brim, closing his eyes to wait. It seemed as though only a few minutes had passed before the door to the dorm opened and closed,  Harry frowning beneath the darkness of his hat as he listened to the soft humming.

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Dresden Files Books Rated By The Opening Line
  • Storm Front: "I heard the mailman approach my office door, half an hour earlier than usual. He didn't sound right. His footsteps fell more heavily, jauntily, and he whistled. A new guy. He whistled his way to my office door, then fell silent for a moment. Then he laughed."
  • Easily one of the weakest in the series. 3/10.
  • Fool Moon: "I never used to keep close track of the phases of the moon. So I didn't know that it was one night shy of being full when a young woman sat down across from me in McAnally's pub and asked me to tell her all about something that could get her killed."
  • Nicely ominous. Thanks to this book, I also keep track of the phases of the moon. Helped me catch a local werewombat. You have no idea how hard it is to put one of them down. 8/10.
  • Grave Peril: "There are reasons I hate to drive fast. For one, the Blue Beetle, the mismatched Volkswagen bug that I putter around in, rattles and groans dangerously at anything above sixty miles an hour. For another, I don't get along so well with technology. Anything manufactured after about World War II seems to be susceptible to abrupt malfunction when I get close to it. As a rule, when I drive, I drive very carefully and sensibly. // Tonight was an exception to the rule."
  • Not bad, per se, but not all that good. It takes too long to get to its point, which makes it not as good of a hook. 6/10.
  • Summer Knight: "It rained toads the day the White Council came to town."
  • This one makes me giggle. 8/10. Good job.
  • Death Masks: "Some things just aren't meant to go together. Things like oil and water. Orange juice and toothpaste. // Wizards and television."
  • Very relatable. I, too, am no fan of toothpaste in my orange juice. I used to put toothpaste in my orange juice all the time and had no clue why my orange juice tasted so bad. I mean, who knew? 9/10.
  • Blood Rites: "The building was on fire, and it wasn't my fault."
  • There is no need to explain perfection. 15/10.
  • Dead Beat: "On the whole, we're a murderous race. According to Genesis, it took as few as four people to make the planet too crowded to stand, and the first murder was a fratricide. Genesis says that in a fit of jealous rage, the very first child born to mortal parents, Cain, snapped and popped the first metaphorical cap in another human being. The attack was a bloody, brutal, violent, reprehensible killing. Cain's brother Abel probably never saw it coming. // As I opened the door to my apartment, I was filled with a sense of empathic sympathy and intuitive understanding. // For freaking Cain."
  • One of the all time greats of this series. Lovely illustration of how Dresden feels and catches people up on his relationship with his brother really quick. 10/10.
  • Proven Guilty: "Blood leaves no stain on a Warden's grey cloak. I didn't know that until the day I watched Morgan, second in command of the White Council's Wardens, lift his sword over the kneeling form of a young man guilty of the practice of black magic. The boy, sixteen years old at the most, screamed and ranted in Korean underneath his black hood, his mouth spilling hatred and rage, convinced by his youth and power of his own immortality. He never knew it when the blade came down."
  • Dark. Really sets the tone for the book. Also, I'm, like, totally jealous. Blood stains are the worst. 8/10.
  • White Night: "Many things are not as they seem: The worst things in life never are."
  • I know, right? It's, like, I thought this guy who came into work would be just a normal customer and get his stuff and leave, but, instead, he rants about conspiracy theories and shit when I can't tell him to fuck off. 9/10. Good job.
  • Small Favor: "Winter came early that year; it should have been a tip-off."
  • Not bad, but kinda weak. I mean, did he even consider that maybe winter came early because Global Warming is actually a hoax? I mean, it isn't, but couldn't he at least consider the possibility? 6/10.
  • Turn Coat: "The summer sun was busy broiling the asphalt from Chicago 's streets, the agony in my head had kept me horizontal for half a day, and some idiot was pounding on my apartment door. // I answered it and Morgan, half his face covered in blood, gasped, 'The Wardens are coming. Hide me. Please.'"
  • It's just, like, whaaaaaat? Why's Morgan here? How'd he get all bloody? And, like, he even snuck in some nice foreshadowing with the headache. Really well done. 8/10.
  • Changes: "I answered the phone, and Susan Rodriguez said, 'They've taken our daughter.'"
  • Nice and shocking, making you want to read more, but the last book did a similar shocking opening better. 5/10.
  • Ghost Story: "Life is hard. // Dying's easy."
  • Totally relatable. I, like many others, wish for death because life is too hard. Thanks for making me feel better, Harry. 8/10.
  • Cold Days: "Mab, the Queen of Air and Darkness, monarch of the Winter Court of the Sidhe, has unique ideas regarding physical therapy."
  • One would imagine. I mean, did you hear her TED talk on it? Fascinating stuff. She's an innovator in the field. 7/10.
  • Skin Game: "There was a ticking time bomb inside my head and the one person I trusted to go in and get it out hadn't shown up or spoken to me for more than a year."
  • Don't you just hate it when you have a time bomb in your head? I know I do. But not all of us know bomb defusal experts. We're not all as lucky as you are, Dresden. I had to defuse my time bomb myself. Dick. 4/10.
(2) slow burn | myg + pjm

pairing | yoonmin
genre | angst
word count | 3004
warnings (all) | implied cheating, implied alcoholism, references to sex, sensitive issue related to a disability

chapter two of ten — ❝the flame

↳ ❝i’m fading away so slowly that you aren’t even noticing❞

—12:14 pm—

the next day, jimin is awoken by taehyung gently shaking his shoulder and the sound of his deep voice humming along to the tune of “good morning”. he opens his eyes, only to immediately shut them again after being temporarily blinded by the bright light pouring in through his bedroom window, the sun already risen high into the sky. he glances at his bedside alarm clock and frowns upon seeing the time — noon. when did he become such a late riser?

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day thirteen of ‘one day, one fic - september

prompt: We just snuck into the movies together because our friends dared us to get in, watch a movie and get back out without getting caught, hell yeah, this isn’t a date by the way what are you saying, fuck, this movie’s sad, fuck, I’m not crying, fuck, you’re holding me in your arms and it feels right, fUCK’ AU

pairing: myungjin

word count: 619 all my myungjin fics are so short rip

note: I strayed from the prompt a little a lot, that’s all I have to say

Myungjun knew what his friends were up to when they dared him and Jinoo to sneak into a movie together. Unfortunately, being Myungjun, he couldn’t say no to a challenge, so there they were, watching a movie they never would’ve picked on their own.

“What is this movie even about?” Myungjun whispered, elbowing Jinwoo who was sitting to his right. “Is it supposed to be a rom-com?”

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Stiles was helping Derek clean out the attic of the old Hale House, ready for them to move in together, when he stumbled across some of Derek’s drawings.

You can read it on AO3 here. For @toofarforward

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Stiles was helping Derek clean out the attic of the old Hale house, getting ready for Stiles to move in – it was a sort of ‘out with the old, in with the new’ thing. Stiles didn’t care if Derek kept his old stuff, but the man seemed hell-bent on clearing the junk out of the newly-renovated house.

Derek had left a few minutes ago to pick up pizza for dinner and Stiles had turned his attention to sorting through an old suitcase of Derek’s old books and papers.

He had sorted them into piles for Derek to look at later: ‘burnt beyond readable but possibly treasured’, ‘burnt but salvageable if rebound’, and ‘in perfectly fine condition and to be sorted by Derek’.

He had finally reached the bottom of the suitcase when he found a small black folder filled with sheets of paper.

He contemplated leaving them alone, but that thought didn’t last long. Curiosity won him over and he pulled them out to look through them.

His jaw nearly hit the floor when he saw the gorgeous illustrations. They were beautiful sketches of the forest beyond the house, of members of his family, of wolves or butterflies, of the house and so various other things, all in immense detail and incredibly realistic.

Stiles picked one out: a strong portrait of a bold wolf.

He was so entranced by it that he didn’t hear Derek’s Camaro pull up, only the sound of the front door opening and the man’s booming voice calling out his name.

“Coming,” he shouted back, panicking as he quickly stowed the picture away in his backpack.

“I hope not,” Derek called back teasingly.

Stiles grabbed his bag and raced downstairs. He stopped in the doorway to the dining room and asked, “What?”

Derek smirked at him and Stiles realised what he had said.

The boy bowed his head and bit into his lip to stop himself from smiling back at Derek. “Really?”

Derek winked at him.

“You’re incorrigible,” Stiles scolded.

“You love it,” Derek whispered as he walked around the table and pressed a kiss to Stiles’ cheek.

Stiles smiled, reaching up and looping his arms around Derek’s neck. He nuzzled his face into Derek’s and whispered, “I love you.”

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For You

So I wrote a James and Sharna fic! I worked hard to make it right and to make it feel realistic and actually plausible. Hopefully I was successful! I had no idea what to call it, so the title is kinda eh, but oh well 

The whole evening was actually James’ idea. He figured that after a week of stress and hard work and way too much worrying, they all deserved a night off. And because he didn’t have any better ideas, it would be a movie night. He let the girls pick the movie and it was, as he told them with a wrinkled nose, a “total chick flick.” But he didn’t care. He would have slept through anything after the week they all had, so the movie didn’t really matter.

James had already dozed off twice before they even started the movie and Jenna was quite amused by it.

“You’re pathetic. You know that, right?” she teased from her spot on the chair in the corner of the room.

“Tired,” James mumbled, not even bothering to open his eyes.

He was on one end of the couch, his head falling onto his shoulder every couple minutes. Sharna was stretched across the rest of the couch, her phone in her hands, but glancing at the movie every once in a while.

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Sugar We're Going Down Swinging

It’s a bit of a messy attempt and an even messier title attempt lol of me fully getting back on to the writing scene but I really hope it works. Written for jamespottersdeceased birthday (aka Renata aka love of my woefully pathetic life) I hope you enjoy it, sweetheart!

The messy haired baby lunged forward, intent on grabbing to thin, spindly stick that was stuck between the two cushions of the couch. Another hand quickly snatched it out of his reach though and Harry’s chubby fists closed around nothing but air. The toddler turned his head and pouted at the man next to him, stretching his hands out for it.

James grinned and twirled the wand between his fingers, well out of Harry’s reach. “Oh no,” he said, raising his hand a bit higher, “I’m not letting you get this again. The cat’s still slightly pink from the last time you got it.”

“Dada,” said Harry, hands still outstretched, “Wa’.”

He ruffled his hair affectionately, bringing even more disarray into the mix and further increasing the similarities between the two. “Not right now, little man,” he said before giving the wand a slight flick. Immediately the small chest in the corner sprung open and several toys floated over to the pair. James shoved his wand into his back pocket and caught a stuffed snitch in midair as the others fell around them.

Harry shrieked in delight and clapped his hands together before picking up and stuffed Hippogriff and throwing it across the room. It landed directly in front of a redhead’s feet. Lily chuckled slightly to herself as she bent down to retrieve it.

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Do Not Disturb

Request: You’re writing is fantastic just so you know! If you’re taking requests right now could you write a Sam reader insert?? One where Sam and Dean have been working together so closely for so long that Y/N feels she hasn’t had any time alone with Sam in years. Finally she decides that that needs to end and she kicks Dean out for the night. (I didn’t see a rule list, so if you’re not comfortable writing smut or anything like that then this can just be a super fluffy imagine) - anonymous

Pairing: Sam x reader

Words: 3604

Warnings: Smut, language, unprotected sex (use condoms!)

A/N: Oh my gosh, thank you so much! Come here and let me love you! I do write smut, but not very often, and I have never written Sam smut, so we’ll see how this goes :P This is a great prompt and got me inspired right away, so thank you very much for requesting! I hope you like this!

*Not my gif*

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“Idiot.” I yelled at him as I walked out of the theatre. Tears streaming down my face, as I fast walked down the street from the theatre away from the horrid movie I was dragged to watch.

“Baby!” a short bark of laughter came out from him, as he tried to catch up with me. “Hey! Y/N!”

I stopped, turning on around to face him with a look of hatred. “Michael Clifford,” I growled a bit. “You of all people should know how badly I am afraid of zombie movies!”

He moved closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and lightly kissing my lips. “I’m sorry baby.”

I looked away from him, not wanting to make eye contact. Knowing he was making those puppy eyes that I seriously couldn’t resist.
He put his hand under my chin, moving my face to look at him. I was right. He was making those eyes. “Ugh… I hate you sometimes you know.”

“You can’t hate me. You love me too much,” he grinned. “And.. I don’t think you would have been with me this long if you hated me.”

“Hm true. I have this love and hate thing with you.” I wrapped your arms around him and lied my head on his shoulder. “I can’t believe we’ve been together this long.”

“Right? Two years and counting.” He stroked my hair, softly kissing the top of my head.

“Remember when we first met?” I looked up at him. He was smirking and turning red.

“Oh God, don’t remind me. I’m still embarrassed to this day.”

I brushed my fingers over his neck. “But that was a cute day. I helped you with your tie and brushed down your hair. Which was probably the softest hair I’ve ever felt if I must say.” I grinned. Tracing the vein on his neck. Sometimes I asked myself how I ended up with someone as perfect as him. I mean.. You’re nothing special and he’s.. He’s 5sos’ Michael Clifford. The awesome guitarist, the one who dyes his hair to perfect colours, Luke’s personal asshole, the guy who rather be inside than out clubbing. And you were just a stylist that somehow got the job to help out on 5 Seconds of Summer’s Good Girls music video.

I guess he felt my sad aura and kissed my forehead. “Hey. Why the sad face.”

I sighed. We both talked about our relationship before. Our relationship and all that, but I never bothered asking why, out of all the girls falling for him, he chose me. I bit my lip before asking him. “Michael… Why me? Why did you pick me over the other hundreds of other girls?”

He gave me a blank expression. Bad enough that I walked out on our anniversary date and now I have some nerve asking him this ridiculous question. Great way to end that anniversary. “Look.” I removed my arms from him and shifted in spot. “Don’t answer that. I’m just being—” He interrupted my sentence by kissing me roughly.

“Shut up will ya?” His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, softly looking into my eyes. “Y/N, I always chose you. You’re my perfect girl. It’s always been you. Since the day, we’ve met. Something inside of me drew me to you. You’re like… the best slice of pizza I could of ever order.”

I grinned, trying to blink out the sudden tears in my eyes and letting out a stifled laugh. “Don’t cry. Come on. Let’s go back home and finish this anniversary. Clifford style.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, grabbing my hand on the other side and leading us back to the home we both shared.


He pulled you inside and sat you down on the couch. You blinked at him, wonder what he was doing. “What are you doing?” You whined and watched him walk into the bedroom. He didn’t say anything for a while, then suddenly the lights went out. “M-Mikey?”

“It’s okay baby. Just carefully walk into our room.” You did what he said. He snuck up on you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Happy anniversary, love.” You looked around the room and saw candles by the bed and roses on the bed that spelled out ‘I Love You’.

“Michael.” You turned to face him and lightly pecked his lips. “This is so sweet of you.”

“Anything for my girl. On our special day.” He smirked and started to leave soft kisses on your neck. You closed your eyes and smiled a bit, accidently letting a feeble moan out.

He pulled you to the bed, pinning you down and taking your shirt. His fingers travel down your sides; each touch making you shiver. His finger draws small circles over your hip and his free hand unbuttoning your jeans, sliding off them off of you. You sat up and helped him undress. It’s not until both of you are completely bare, skin trysting with skin, that you feel flushed.

He noticed and took advantaged of it by kissing your lips and entering your antsy body. It wasn’t the first time, but you still got excited, since the love of your life was filling you so perfectly. You let him have his own pace this time. Usually, the sex with him was rough and unreal. This time it was gentle, but to the point where it was still satisfying. Pleasure ran through your body. No one, other than Michael, could make you feel so much passion with a few touches.

He mumbled your name, drunk off the passion—too into the moment. His eyes shut and he tilts back, biting his lip to keep his moans in. The sight of him in pleasure makes you cum. You scream out his name, gripping on tightly to the sheet and bucking your hips to the pleasure.

He climaxed seconds after you. Your body tightened around him, draining his energy out of him. He groaned so loudly as he stumbled next to you, that you almost came again just by his mere voice.

He lifts himself up, supporting his weight with his arm as he looked at you. “Babe. I just wanted to say sorry for the movie earlier. I knew how terrified you are, but I really wanted to—”

You kissed him and made him shut up. “It’s fine. I shouldn’t have overreacted like that. It is our day.. I should have just hidden in your neck and let you watch it.” You laughed a bit and he eye smiled.

He grabbed you with his free arm and pulled you against his chest, tenderly hugging you. “I really do love you, Y/N. Like I said earlier— It’s always been you.”