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Be Smooth Shawn Part II

a/n: And here it is! Part 2 of Be Smooth Shawn. Per usual, this is unedited so forgive any grammatical errors! Feedback appreciated <3


“So, have you texted her yet?” Aaliyah asked while leaning against the doorframe of Shawn’s room.

“Yeah, I texted her a couple days ago. We’re actually going to get coffee in a little bit.”

“You aren’t wasting any time are you? You going to Lou’s? I don’t think many people know about that place so you guys won’t get disturbed.”

“That’s the plan kiddo. I’m a bit nervous though ‘cause it’s been so long since I’ve gone on an actual date.”

“I can tell dude. You need to stop pacing around the apartment because I’m getting stressed just watching you.”

Selecting the largest pillow he could find on his bed, Shawn turned and lobbed at it Aaliyah, rolling his eyes when she deftly catches it. “Don’t you have some homework to do or something?” he asks.

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How to Read Energy and What to Expect

As many of you know, one service I offer on this blog are energy readings. I have gotten a lot of inquiries on how I do these readings, so I would like to inform you on my methods as well give you tips on how to do them yourself. Please note that I am not an expert nor do I have the final say on how to do energy readings properly, this is just my experience. 

Understanding Energy
The way I understand energy is as the force that inhabits everything at one point or another. Everything has an energy signature, down to the smallest grain of sand. However, the energy of living things is a bit different. There have been many names given to this energy but it is most often known as one’s life force. The hardest part of an energy reading is picking up on one’s particular energy among the trillions of energy sources swirling around at any given moment, but I will tell you how I do this.


How to Read Someone’s Energy

My method for reading energy is going to be different from everyone else’s. Your method for reading energy will be different from everyone else’s. Everyone has their own techniques for reading energy, but here are a few of mine.

  1. Sit in a comfortable location with at least part of you pressed firmly against the ground. 
  2. If you are reading for someone irl, have them sit near you. Physical contact often helps if both of you are comfortable with that. 
  3. If you are reading for someone not physically present, it can help to have a piece of them “sit” in front of you. I ask for names and blog urls when I do my readings so that I have an energy signature to focus on but you really can use anything or nothing at all, whatever helps you get a lock on the other person’s energy. 
  4. Sit in front of the person or blog and close your eyes. A bit of meditation before you try to tap into their energy is a good idea.
  5. Feel the energy of the earth under you and feel out this individual’s energy as it appears, a piece of the earth just like you.
  6. Grab onto this energy. Snatch it from the earth just briefly. Images, smells, tastes, sounds, colors, and feelings should come to you as you feel their energy. Keep a mental note of what you experience and write it down once you return.
  7. What you have experienced while feeling someone’s energy is their energy reading. It may be a bit of a jumbled mess, but that’s okay. Everyone’s energy is different but there may also be some overlap, which is also okay.

You can give someone their energy reading in many forms. I give mine as a paragraph with everything I saw, yours may be only a line or two. Everyone experiences different things when reading energy and having shorter readings isn’t a bad thing. You may even pick up on more or less energy from each individual. Its totally okay if some readings are long and others very short. 


So…. What if your energy reading doesn’t resonate with me, like, at all?

There could be a great number of reasons your reading went screwy. As I said before, energy can neither be created nor destroyed, it simply changes shape. This being said, it could be a number of factors.

  1. I am picking up not on your energy, but the energy of someone very close to you. If you have been in contact with them recently, pieces of your energy sometimes clings to them. 
  2. It could also be that I am reading into the energy of one of your past lives, something you won’t necessarily resonate with or remember.
  3. It could also be that the reading was accurate but maybe some part of it was hard to hear, or some repressed memory. This is not the fault of the reader, in the long run it is up to the client to interpret the reading. 
  4. It could also be external factors in my own life clouding my ability to pick up on your energy. My cat knocks over a vase in another room and not thinking I write that in as your energy because I was so lost in the moment.
  5. It could also be you’re my last in a long line of energy readings and I am exhausted and hurriedly trying to get through your reading without paying attention to detail. 
  6. It could be any number of things, all acting upon one another. Keep an open mind. 

Whatever the reason for your energy reading not being accurate, it is best to just be polite and move on. No good will come of harassing a reader, especially if they are offering a free service. 


I just did an energy reading and I’m exhausted!

Yup, that’s a real thing and totally normal. Energy readings can be draining, especially for beginners, as you expend some of your energy when you tap into the earth and go out in search of other energies. This is especially draining at first if you have not yet learned how to shield your energy when searching in the energy field and subsequently some of it may be leeched out. Here are some self care tips to help you regenerate faster.

  1. Time yourself. I like to light a stick of incense before I start my readings. Once it is completely burned out, I stop no matter what I’m doing and go drink some water and just do something I enjoy for 30 minutes or so before returning to readings. 
  2. Eat or drink something sugary or high in carbohydrates while you read to return energy lost. I like to munch on sweet cherries while I read.
  3. Learn to shield yourself from energy drain. I imagine my energy dressed in a suit of impenetrable armor before I search out someone’s energy. Your shield can come in any manor of form, find one that feels right to you and keeps the pesky energy leech out. 
  4. Take little breaks in between readings, even just a minute or two to catch your breath. 
  5. Use crystals to return your energy. I like to take some moon-charged amethyst and hold it in my palm during breaks, feeling its energy flow into me. 
  6. Practice self care. Shower, change your clothes, put on some lotion or makeup… Anything like that will help replenish energy.
  7. Take a nap! I have a bad habit of doing energy readings as soon as I wake up and then I’m dead for the rest of the day. Napping helps immensely. 
  8. Know your limits. You probably won’t be able to do 20 energy readings your first day. Pacing is so important.
  9. If you are doing energy readings online, be prepared to use the block button. Some people are going to be rude, but that is their problem not yours.
  10. Have fun! If energy readings become stressful take a break. If someone is waiting on you for their energy reading, they will understand if it comes a little late. If not, fuck ‘em. You don’t owe anything to people who don’t care about your well being as a reader. 

There are a great many things you can do to recharge after an energy reading, but these are just a few of my favorites. Everyone is different, and respecting that is key. 

Remember actually enjoying yourself is key. Good luck with your energy readings!

First-Meeting Sentence Starters
  • Several different scenarios that can be combined or modified for your pleasure:
  • "Uh, hi there."
  • "I was here first. Go to the back of the line!"
  • "Excuse me, is there any way you could let me go before you? I'm in a hurry."
  • "Service here is TERRIBLE today!"
  • "Is this seat taken?"
  • "Do you have a moment to talk?"
  • "Hi, listen, there's someone following me, and I'm paranoid so can you talk to me for a few minutes to make it look like I'm not alone?"
  • "Here, take this and run with me. I'll explain later!"
  • "Do you have some cash? This vending machine just ate the last of mine..."
  • "Hey, were you going to use this machine next? It gave me a free bag of chips, and I don't need to eat that many!"
  • "Do you work here?"
  • "Look, I'm not an employee, but the ____ are right over there."
  • "Hey, is this yours? It was by your feet."
  • "Are you from ____ or ____?"
  • "Hello, ____."
  • "I swear I've seen you on TV."
  • "Yes, I'm ____, and I can take a picture with you if you want."
  • "Oh my gosh, can I pet your dog?!"
  • "Sorry, there was a hair hanging off of your sleeve, and it was bothering me."
  • "Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to walk into you!"
  • "Wait a minute! I think they mixed up our orders."
  • "Ugh, this isn't my food. Did anyone here order a ____?"
  • "You look so cold. Do you want to borrow my jacket?"
  • "H-Hey, I'm freezing. Is there any way I can s-stand close to you and maybe get warmer?"
  • "You poor thing, you look like you're cooking! Here, take a bottle of water."
  • "It's so hot I think I might pass out. Can you help me?"
  • "Are you okay?"
  • "Oh, good, you're awake. What happened to you?"
  • "Where am I?"
  • "Get in! You're in danger!"
  • "Please, let me ride with you. There's someone after me!"
  • "Grab the spare helmet and jump on."
  • "Are you playing ____?"
  • "Hey, do you want to trade friend codes?"
  • "Hi, my date just stood me up, so now I have a free ticket."
  • "I'd love to take that free spot as long as you don't mind sitting next to me."
  • "Have you seen a lost child around here?"
  • "I found this child, and by the look on your face, I think they're yours."
  • "That coat isn't real fur, is it?"
  • "If you can't tell the difference between real animal pelt and fake, you shouldn't be harassing people on the street."
  • "Are we locked in here?"
  • "Can I use your phone?"
  • "Here, take my phone. No questions asked."
  • "What's cookin' good lookin'?"
  • "If you're trying to flirt with me, you may want to try again."
our little family pt.1 | park jimin

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader 

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au 

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever. 

“Jieun-ah, please.” Jimin sighed, as he tried putting her arms through the sleeves of her baby pink coat, which she shrugged back off again for the nth time making Jimin let out a soft groan of exasperation.

“Jieun-ah…” Jimin pleaded as he felt his patience go thin after a long tiring morning. 

“I don’t want to go to school daddy,” Jieun said softly, pouting as she looked at her dad with round eyes, the corners watering slightly before Jimin felt his resolve weaken at the sight of his little girl before him.

Sighing, he grabbed her hands and put on a large grin, “Jieun-ah, It’ll be fun!” he tried cheering, “Daddy had loved going to school all his life (what a lie) and really wished he could go again.”

“Then why don’t you come with me?” Jieun asked, tugging at the ends of her little pale blue sundress, the color contrasting strongly against her raven blank hair that tumbled around her shoulders in soft curls.

Cradling her face in his hands, her cheeks squishing up together making Jimin chuckle slightly, he said, “Daddy’s too old now, but if anything happens I’ll be there for you, alright? Do you wanna go now? I promise it’ll be great.”

“Pinky promise?” Jieun asked, holding out her pinky to Jimin’s face as he laughed a little, hooking her tiny pinky within his and bringing them together before pressing a small kiss to her hands, “I promise baby.”

“Hi guys!! Welcome! Hello!” you smiled happily as the kids walked one by one into your class, all their faces with expressions that varied, some happy, some mad, some scared and some with tears and snot dripping from their little noses.

Oh, children. 

“There you go Jieun-ah, I’ll pick you up in a couple hours okay?”

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Thrive // h.h

A/N: wow I went overboard with this and it’s really all over the place so if you’re confused feel free to message me so I can make things clearer. 

This is my first imagine for Harry Hook so I don’t really have his character down yet, also I really hate the ending but I didn’t want it to go on forever so I needed to finish it up.

Being the fifth wheel in a group of some of the most infamous VK’s has never been Y/N’s ideal life, but when approached by the four most feared kids on an island, one does not simply say no.

She hangs around as almost a form of protection, the stigma of the four keeping others away from her. Almost like a security blanket, she can count on having a place in the corner of Mal’s apartment, even if she only stood in the shadows.

Then one day that protection vanishes, the core four summoned to Auradon on Prince Ben’s orders, leaving her behind with nothing.

Two months later she makes her way down an alley way, tugging down the sleeves on her jacket as she nears Ursula’s Chip Shop.

Practically the entire restaurant freezes as she enters, drawing the attention of two teens in particular.

“Well well well,” the teal haired girl sing-songs, dropping a tray onto a table as she walks by, “what do we have here?”

She walks up to the girl, eyebrows raised.

“Tell me Harry,” Uma asks, circling around the her, “are we taking in strays?”

“Hm, I dunno,” the boy replies, smirk on his face, “she’s cute though, maybe we should keep her. I could use another play thing.”

“I just came for food,” Y/N replies, crossing her arms over her chest, “not to join some kiddy pirate crew.”

Uma place a hand on Harry’s chest before he can rush forward, her eyebrows raised slightly.

“Impressive,” she mutters, nodding, “take a seat, I’ll have a server sent your way.”

The girl sits down on a stool, all to aware of the boy who now occupies the seat next to her.

“It’s a shame darlin’,” he drawls, leaning his chin on his hand, “we could’ve had lots of fun together.”

“Never thought you’d want anything to do with me,” she replies, raising an eyebrow, “last I checked I was part of Mal’s crew, not Uma’s.”

“And last time I checked,” Harry smirked, “your little crew are now frolicking around the fields of Auradon, and you’re still here. No crew, no friends, no nothing.”

The girl clenches her fist under the table, swallowing back her words.

“Your point?” She asks.

The pirate smirks, twirling his hook around in his hand.

“Just plotting love,” he says, standing up, “I’ll see you ‘round.”

That is the first of many encounters with the infamous pirate teen, it seems as if every time she turns a corner he’s there, a smirk on his face, the hook in his hand and a backhanded complement dripping off his lips.

Four months after Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos left for Auradon she’s walking through the Isle, hands shoved in her pockets.

“Hello there love,” he says from behind her, a half smile appearing on her face, “fancy seeing you here.”

“Is it?” She asks, keeping her stride as Harry falls into step next to her. “Don’t you know where I am at all times? Isn’t that the job of a stalker?”

“I’m offended you would even think I would stoop to that level,” he says, placing a hand on his heart in fake shock.

“What do you want Hook?” She questions, leaning against the brick wall.

“I’ve got a proposition for you,” he replies.

“Do you now?” She smirks. “And is this your proposition or Uma’s?”

“Both,” Harry answers, twirling his necklace around in his fingers, “come to the chip shop tonight, two a.m. We want to talk.”

With that, the pirate turns on his heel and walks down the alley.

“And if I don’t?” She calls.

“You will.”

And she does, at two a.m. on the dot she shoves her way into the shop, one hand on her hip.

“She’s a prompt one,” Uma says from the back.

“Mother always taught me to be on time,” she says sarcastically, making her way towards her.

“Mother’s always give the best advice,” Uma replies, gesturing for the girl to sit down.

“So what is this,” Y/N asks, “I’ve already told you that I don’t have any info on Mal and her friends, haven’t heard from any of them since they left.”

“Nah it ain’t about that,” Uma shakes her head, leaning on her elbows on the counter, “I want…well, we want you to join our crew. Not an entry level type thing, I want you up with us, with me and Harry and Gil. I wanna add a fourth to our ranks.”

“Why me?” She questions, leaning forward. “You could get anyone on this island, especially since Mal left, so why me?”

“Power,” Uma shrugs, “simple as that. You were on Mal’s crew, you’ve got status here. You need a crew and I need a fourth member, figured we could help each other out.”

“You’d be willing to work with me?” Y/N questions, noticing Harry lurking in the background. “And your crew would too?”

“They don’t have a choice,” Uma replies, “but yes, I am willing.”

“And you?” Y/N throws her question at Harry, keeping her eyes trained on Uma.

She sees Harry smirk from the corner of her eye.

“Welcome aboard princess.”

A few days later Y/N joins the pirate crew aboard their ship, arms crossed over her chest.

“I’ll teach you the ropes,” Harry says, “literally and figuratively. You’ll pick it up in no time.”

The two teens spend practically every minute of every day together for the next few weeks, becoming incredibly close incredibly fast.

“We’ve been working hard all day love,” Harry says, leaning against the mast as the girl turns to look at him, “let’s go on a walk.”

“You sure Uma is okay with that?” She asks, quirking an eyebrow.

“Uma doesn’t control every single thing I do,” he rolls his eyes, “c'mon, lets have a rest.”

“Walk me down the beach?” She suggests, holding her hand out to him.

Harry takes it gladly.

“After you princess.”

The two teens walk down the sand, hands still intertwined.

“So I know that ‘dating’ isn’t really a thing here,” she starts, “but you and Uma…is that a thing or?”

“Me and Uma?” The pirate laughs. “Nah, we’re just mates, the best of friends I would say. We’ve been friends since we were toddlers. Why?”

“Just curious,” she shrugs, staring at the shore line.

“I would call dating a thing here though,” Harry says, “it maybe be different than what they have there at Boradon,” Y/N laughs at his nickname for the mainland, “but it’s still a thing. We may be villains, but we’re allowed to fall in love, to get as close to a happy ending as possible.”

“You think we deserve that?” Y/N asks. “Cause I think the people over there think we deserve to pay for the sins of our parents.”

“Doesn’t matter what they think,” Harry replies, “they don’t know what life’s like over here, they don’t get a say in what we deserve.”

“I like that,” she smiles.

“I like you,” Harry says, biting down slightly on his lip as he looks at her.

“Yeah?” She asks, a half smile on her face as the boy nods. “I like you too.”

Harry’s smirk widens, his hand squeezing hers as they continue to walk down the beach.

“We should head back soon,” Y/N says quietly, “I promised Uma I’d cover a shift at the shop tonight.”

“Kiss me first,” Harry says, turning her around so they’re face to face instead of next to each other, “then we’ll go back.”

She does as he asks, smiling as she presses her lips to his. She feels his hand cup her cheek, the slight sea breeze blowing through her hair.

“More of that later?” She questions, causing Harry to smirk again.

“Much more of that later, love,” he says, taking his hat off of his head and placing it on hers, “much more.”

Six months after Mal left the Isle, she came back. Y/N sits in Ursula’s shop, she felt Mal’s presence before Harry even told her.

“She’s back isn’t she,” the girl asks as her boyfriend plops into the seat next to her, “I can feel it.”

“Yeah, she is,” Harry replies, “saw her at Tremaine’s salon, how are you doing?”

“I guess ’m okay,” she shrugs, “but that girl essentially left me for dead, right now all I want to do is see the look on her face when she realizes I thrived while she was gone, that I don’t need her or her posse to run this town.”

“You’re so hot when you’re revengeful,” Harry growls, surging forward and practically smashing their lips together in a heated mess.

“Oh get a room you two,” Uma says a few minutes later, practically throwing a tray down on the bar for Gil.

Harry pulls away from her, only to press another short, bruising kiss to her lips.

“I’ve got a plan,” Uma says, leaning against the counter, “you ready for this?”

Her question is pointed at Y/N, the girl smirks.

“I’m ready for anything.”

Much to Y/N’s surprise, Mal actually shows up to the shop. Uma practically growls, walking up to the purple haired girl as Harry slides an arm around Y/N’s shoulders.

“How ya doin’?” He whispers, lips ghosting over her ear as he kisses the skin gently.

“She may have changed her look, but she hasn’t changed her attitude,” the girl says, “she hated being bad, deep down she always wanted to be like the kids in Auradon, no amount of hair dye and leather can change that.”

As Mal and Uma talk, the purple haired girl’s eyes shift around the shop, landing on the couple near the back.

Y/N presses kisses to Harry’s jaw line, taking the tri-horned hat off of his head and placing it on hers, a smirk playing on her lips as she sees Mal turn her gaze back to Uma.

“And what exactly did that accomplish?” Harry questions playfully.

“Maybe nothing, probably nothing,” Y/N shrugs, smiling up at him, “but it was fun.”

“You’re evil,” Harry mumbles.

“You love it.”

“Hmm,” he hums, grin on his face, “that I do.”

“Walk me home?” She asks, intertwining their fingers.

“After you,” Harry replies, opening the back door for them to leave.

The couple makes their way down the alley, Harry’s arm around her shoulders and their fingers intertwined.

“No no I’m serious,” Y/N says with a light laugh, “she froze the entire kingdom and then turned her own sister to ice.”

“Sounds like she belongs over here,” Harry replies, “not in Auradon.”

“Must be because she’s of royal blood,” the girl shrugs, “but who knows.”

The conversation comes to a halt when Y/N’s eyes land on her used-to-be friends standing in the alley way.

“Y/N?” Evie questions with surprise. “You’re still here?”

“Where else would I be?” Y/N shoots back harshly, Harry squeezing her hand gently.

“What’s going on here?” Jay asks, hopping down from his perch above the alley.

“Just trying to get home,” Y/N replies, “what are you all doing here?”

“Getting Ben,” Carlos answers, glaring at Harry, “no thanks to this clown.”

Y/N places a hand on Harry’s chest, holding him back.

“Just leave it,” she whispers, shaking her head, “they’re not worth it.”

“You’ve changed,” Jay says, crossing his arms, “last thing I remember you wouldn’t go near Uma or her crew.”

“Yeah well,” she shrugs, looking up at Harry, “I had to survive somehow, the only friends I had deserted me. And things just…happened.”

Harry kisses her forehead, Carlos’s jaw practically hitting the floor.

“Well that’s…” he searches for words, eye darting around the alley, “new.”

“Time to go?” Harry asks in a whisper, the girl nodding in agreement.

“Good luck getting your friend back,” she says, “you’re gonna need it.”

The two of them swagger off, Harry spinning the hook around in his hand.

“You’ve gained more confidence since they left,” he says, “it’s hot. I’m proud of you.”

“All thanks to you,” she replies, “when I was friends with them I felt…weak. Like I was a charity case or something, but when I’m with you and Uma and Gil I feel…powerful. I feel like I matter.”

“You do matter,” Harry replies, “and we’re gonna rule Auradon together. And no one is going to ever make you feel like you don’t matter again.”

“Promise?” She questions, smile on her face as she cups his cheeks.

“Promise,” he smiles, kissing her hard, “we’re gonna rule the world princess.”

“We ride with the tide.”

PACIFIC RIM SENTENCE STARTERS.

  • ‘  when i was a kid, whenever i’d feel small or lonely, i’d look up at the stars. wondered if there was life up there.  ‘
  • ‘  tens of thousands of lives were lost.  ‘
  • ‘  this was just the beginning.  ‘
  • ‘  to fight monsters, we created monsters of our own.  ‘
  • ‘  we got really good at it. winning.  ‘
  • ‘  hey, kid. don’t get cocky.  ‘
  • ‘  please, after you. age before beauty.  ‘
  • ‘  you know what i’m thinking.  ‘
  • ‘  worry about yourself, kiddo!  ‘
  • ‘  ___, listen to me!  ‘
  • ‘  suits and ties, flashy smiles. that’s all they are.  ‘
  • ‘  bad news: three guys died yesterday.  ‘
  • ‘  well, orders are orders. what else am i supposed to do?  ‘
  • ‘  took me a while to find you.  ‘
  • ‘  i can’t have anyone else in my head again. i’m done.  ‘
  • ‘  haven’t you heard? the world is coming to an end.  ‘
  • ‘  so where would you rather die? here, or ____?  ‘
  • ‘  oh, no, call me ___. only my mother calls me doctor.  ‘
  • ‘  he was 2,500 tons of awesome. or awful. you know, whatever you wanna call it.  ‘
  • ‘  shut up. i don’t love them, okay? i study them.  ‘
  • ‘  things have changed. we’re not an army anymore, we’re the resistance.  ‘
  • ‘  i didn’t know it was this bad.  ‘
  • ‘  sorry about your brother.  ‘
  • ‘  you haven’t told me what i’m doing here yet.  ‘
  • ‘  numbers do not lie. politics and poetry, promises, these are lies. numbers are as close as we get to the handwriting of god.  ‘
  • ‘  politics and poetry, promises, these are lies.  ‘
  • ‘  and this… is the point where he goes completely crazy.  ‘
  • ‘  fortune favors the brave, dude.  ‘
  • ‘  they won’t give you the equipment, and even if they did, you’d kill yourself.  ‘
  • ‘  she’s one of a kind now.  ‘
  • ‘  i think you’re unpredictable.  ‘
  • ‘  you take risks that endanger yourself and your crew. i don’t think you’re the right man for this mission.  ‘
  • ‘  wow. thank you for your honesty.  ‘
  • ‘  one day, you’re gonna see that in combat you make decisions. and you have to live with the consequences.  ‘
  • ‘  you promised me.  ‘
  • ‘  vengeance is like an open wound.  ‘
  • ‘  to me, you’re dead weight. you slow me down, i’m gonna drop you like a sack of shit.  ‘
  • ‘  i’ve raised him on my own. he’s a smart kid, but i never knew whether to give him a hug or a kick in the ass.  ‘
  • ‘  it’s a dialogue, not a fight.  ‘
  • ‘  better watch it.  ‘
  • ‘  i’m not crazy. you felt it, right?  ‘
  • ‘  this is worth fighting for.  ‘
  • ‘  if you’re listening to this, well, i’m either alive and i’ve proven what i’ve just done works, in which case, ha ha, i won. or i’m dead and i’d like you to know that it’s all your fault. it really is, you know, you drove me to this. in which case, ha, i also won. sort of.  ‘
  • ‘  are you gonna say anything?  ‘
  • ‘  you look good.  ‘
  • ‘  like when you blink your eyes over and over and over again and all you really see are like, frames. it was emotion.  ‘
  • ‘  i’m okay. just let me control it.  ‘
  • ‘  you are a goddamn disgrace. you’re gonna get us all killed.  ‘
  • ‘  why don’t you just do us all a favor and disappear? it’s the only thing you’re good at.  ‘
  • ‘  so, what, you’re grounding us?  ‘
  • ‘  one: don’t you ever touch me again. two: don’t you ever touch me again.  ‘
  • ‘  now, you have no idea who the hell i am or where i’ve come from, and i’m not about to tell you my whole life story.  ‘
  • ‘  you know, you live in someone else’s head for so long… the hardest part to deal with is the silence.  ‘
  • ‘  well, that’s classified. so i couldn’t tell you. even if i wanted to. but it is pretty cool, so i might tell you. i’m gonna tell you.  ‘
  • ‘  jesus, we can’t just sit here and watch them die.  ‘
  • ‘  let me in, i’m a doctor!  ‘
  • ‘  we have a choice here. we either sit and wait, or we take these flare guns and do something really stupid.  ‘
  • ‘  as harsh as it sounds, there is no time to celebrate. we lost people. no time to grieve.  ‘
  • ‘  how sick are you? and why didn’t you tell me?  ‘
  • ‘  i haven’t exactly had a very good day, okay?  ‘
  • ‘  we’re gonna own this bad boy!  ‘
  • ‘  by jove, we are going to own this thing for sure!  ‘
  • ‘  today, at the edge of our hope, at the end of our time, we have chosen not only to believe in ourselves, but in each other.  ‘
  • ‘  today we are canceling the apocalypse!  ‘
  • ‘  as for you, well, you’re easy. you’re an egotistical jerk with daddy issues. a simple puzzle i solved on day one.  ‘
  • ‘  i just don’t want to regret all the things that i never said out loud.  ‘
  • ‘  well, my father always said, if you have the shot, you take it. so let’s do this.  ‘
  • ‘  all i have to do is fall. anyone can fall.  ‘
  • ‘  i can’t find his pulse. i don’t think he’s breathing.  ‘
  • ‘  no. don’t go. please.  ‘
  • ‘  you’re squeezing me too tight. i couldn’t breathe.  ‘
  • ‘  where is my goddamn shoe?  ‘
Don’t Cry Over Spilled Milk

Note: Cat!Hybrid Yoongi 💕 😼 You can read the first part HERE and the second part HERE. Thank you for being so patient with me posting all those tiny spoilers ages ago which weren’t really spoilers but just me getting ideas out. POV shifting, clichés, and ridiculous, unrealistic word porn ahoy. I’m guilty of doing that thing where I neglect exposition in favor of smut because I’m tired and this has been SITTING in a drafted state since literally 2016 while it’s fkcinf August 2017. Also I typed this 99% on mobile so I’ll edit formatting later. 

The specialiest thanks to @joondaily and @94hixtape for reading through everything and giving me amazing feedback. 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: smut, hybrid au
Warnings: graphic sexual content (fantasizing, masturbation, oral, penetrative - dear lord holy hell), hybrid smut
Word Count: 10k (over ten thousand fucking words) 
Rating: X, for eXtra graphic (MA/NC-17) 

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Yoongi doesn’t get to finish his sentence or his thought because you tilt your head up to lick at the thin stream of milk that runs down his neck. Your tongue meets the soft skin covering his adams apple, and you move up towards his chin. You have officially lost your goddamn mind.

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*They’re playing the game where whoever blushes first loses when the other person says I like you*

Mini: I like you Tyler

Wildcat: Please I know that. It’s my turn now

Wildcat: I love you Craig Thompson

Mini, blushing furiously: This is….. so unfair…omg

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Cartoonz: Ohm I li-

Ohm: Stop

Cartoonz: But I really li-

Ohm: No.

Cartoonz: Then you start! Say you li-

Ohm: Impossible

Cartoonz: C'mon, I know you like m-

Ohm: Just-

Ohm, blushing: I just can’t say I love you, you asshole!

Cartoonz, with finger guns: You lost

*****

Terroriser: I love you Moo Moo

Moo: What did you just-

Terroriser: I said I loooooove you, sweetie

Moo: I hate you

Terroriser: Oh yeah you just can’t play this game

Moo: Okay then, I’ll play your game

Moo, really close to Terroriser: I love you Brian.

Terroriser: Okay I give up. My lost. Now, stop.

*****

Basically: Man, I like you

Scotty: Actually, I love you

Basically: I’m so fucking in love with you too

Scotty: I love your eyes

Basically: I would kiss you right now

Scotty: Did I say you have a nice ass?

Basically: I just love your abs, so hot

Scotty: Dude just marry me already

Basically: Of course. Can we skip the wedding thing and go to the honeymoon

Scotty, getting irritated: Sure I’ll show you something you’ll never forget

Basically, also irritated: You. Me. Bed. Now.

Simone: OK! STOP! ENOUGH! WHAT THE HELL, YOU TWO!

Get the Girl [Klaus Mikaelson x Reader]

Requested: no

Summary: (Y/n) Salvatore is kidnapped by Klaus while Elena is kidnapped by Rebekah. The Salvatore must choose between which of the two lives and comes back while the other dies. They pick Elena and (Y/n) feels betrayed. Klaus takes pity on her and spares her life on the condition that she live with Mikaelsons. She accepts and bonds with the family, especially with Klaus.

Word count: 3358

Warnings: swearing, Salvatores being jerks

Request HERE.

Originally posted by malachaisangel

You walked down the stairs of the Salvatore boarding house in your pajamas to find your brothers and their friends scheming.

You rolled your eyes, there was always something wrong in Mystic Falls, and the people in the living room were always involved somehow, “What is it this time?” you asked, sitting down beside Damon.

“We may or may not have pissed of Klaus Mikaelson by killing his big brother Finn.” Your brother, Stefan said, “And we’re trying to anticipate what he is going to do in return.” Damon finished.

“Really, you guys? I have an idea! Let’s piss off the Original fucking Hybrid by killing his Original brother. That will not at all have negative side effect that could kill us all!” you raised your hands in the air and looked at your raven-haired brother skeptically, “And you just had to kill Finn, of all of them. The least dangerous one to us! Why not someone Rebekah? She’s much more of a threat! And she’s closer to Klaus. You can’t even do something stupid correctly!” You put your head in your hands, “I can to this right now, I need a drink, or drinks.” You said before getting up and making coffee, adding a hint of alcohol in the mug.

You walked back to them and spoke again, “Well, since you’re already in this shit, I might as well help you guys.”

“No, you aren’t. You are staying very calmly in this house, not going out until we are done with this Mikaelson situation.” Damon said, Stefan nodded behind him.

You threw them a shocked and annoyed look, “Are you guys serious? I know I was turned a bit later than you but I’m still a 160 years old vampire. I’m pretty sure I have as much a capacity to defend myself than Matty-boy over there.” You nodded your head towards the blue-eyed boy.

“Fine, then you can defend yourself here.” Damon replied.

You knew that your brother was stubborn but you were too, “But-”

“No buts, (Y/n). You are staying here, end of story!” Stefan intervened.

Once Stefan entered the fight, it was over, two against one, victory was impossible for you, “Fine!” you yelled, admitting defeat. You stormed back up the stairs, furious.

You decided that, since you couldn’t do anything, you would eavesdrop on their plan. They were going to… use Caroline as bait for Klaus and… verify if they were from his bloodline… You couldn’t be bothered to listen to the rest due to rage against your brothers not letting you go with them. Although, you heard that Elena had also been placed under house arrest, your brother, as much as you loved them, were a real pain in the ass.

You heard them all leave and you ran down the stairs, grabbing your jean jacket when a figure stood before you, “Just the one I was looking for.” He smirked.

Your eyes widened, not expecting this, “Niklaus Mikaelson, I presume? Elena and her protection squad just left. You can go find them elsewhere, I really need to go so, excuse me.” You said before trying to move past him.

He stepped in front of you, blocking your path, “You are not afraid, interesting.” You looked at him straight in the eye, “My dear sister Rebekah is… taking care of Elena. I, on the other hand, am here for you.” Your eyebrows raised in confusion, “I am sorry but, I have to do this.” He said before planting a vervain-filled needle in your neck. You yelled in pain before blacking out.

Your eyes opened, your blurry vision clearing up little by little. You groaned, you tried to move your arms but they were tied behind your chair by a vervain-laced rope, as well as your feet. You were sitting in a wooden chair, in an unfamiliar house. Paintings decorated the walls, you were face to face with a large fireplace, your chair was on a red carpet with an abstract pattern on it. You thought hard about where you could possibly be when your memories of your encounter with the Original Hybrid came to your mind.

“That little shit.” you groaned.

“Ah! You’re awake, love. Good, Bekah and I were about to call your brothers.” You swiveled your head to the right when the British accent spoke.

“Niklaus.” You whispered, “What do you want with me?” you asked.

“You are a what I love the most: revenge.” He grinned maliciously.

“I’m kinda lost here, you know? I’m not a mind reader. What are you going do? What is the great Originals’ evil plan?” you asked.

He laughed at your unwavering snarky personality, “I might as well tell you to pass the time. He shrugged, “Once upon a time, two vampire brothers and his friends decided to annoy a very strong vampire-werewolf hybrid by killing his vampire brother.” You rolled your eyes at how he decided to tell his ‘tale’, “This hybrid and his sister, another vampire, agreed to take their revenge. They knew that the best way to hurt them was to hurt the ones they love.” He continued, leaning towards you, “Their sister and the girl they both loved. Each sibling kidnapped one of the girls and took them somewhere no one could find unless the location was given to them. Both siblings were going to call one brother at the same time, telling them that they had one of their loved ones. They would torture the girls over the phone and force them to pick one.” He grinned, while you were struggling to get out of your chair, “They would be given the location of the girl they would choose and the other one would be kept, or killed.”

When he was done, his phone beeped, signaling that he had received a text, he looked up at you, smiling and stood up, “It’s time, little one.”

He dialed a number and nearly immediately, Damon’s voice could be heard, “Where are they!?” you heard him yell into the phone.

“Calm down mate. Is your brother with you?” he asked, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Yes.” He grunted.

“He should be on the phone right now. Put yours on speaker.” Klaus ordered.

“Why?” Damon asked.

“Because, I have your sister and a stake in my hand.” He wasn’t lying, he held a large piece of wood in his right hand.

You heard your brother making a sound of discontent before the sound of his phone being put down and being on speaker phone, Klaus did the same, allowing you to hear everything more clearly, without having to strain your vampire hearing.

“Hello Nik.” Rebekah’s voice said.

“Hello Bex. Do you think we should explain to the Salvatore brother what is going on?” he asked her.

“Yes, good idea brother, they must be so lost. I must say boys, placing your loved ones under house arrest made the whole kidnapping thing so much easier.” You could practically hear her grinning.

You brothers tried to intervene but Klaus tutted them, “You do not understand, you are not in charge in this situation. Don’t speak unless spoken to. So, here’s what’s going to happen, Salvatores.” He started. Afterwards, he told them what he had just told you. He finished his story too dramatically in your opinion, “So, Salvatores, who’s it going to be? Elena Gilbert, the girl loved by both, or (Y/n) Salvatore, the sister?”

Damon didn’t completely believe him, “You’re bluffing, you won’t hurt Elena, she’s the only way you can make hybrids, Klaus.”

Klaus laughed, “Her body has enough blood to make quite a few more hybrids. If I drain her whole body of blood, and my hybrids survive long enough, I’ll have the time to find the new doppelgänger and use her blood.

Silence. “Sister, I think we should give them a little…” he paused, walking towards you, “encouragement.” He finished before stabbing you in the thigh.

You yelled in pain, blood dripping down your jeans. Your brothers called your name but were interrupted by Elena’s scream of pain and she caught his attention, they kept asking her if she was okay and what had happened.

You realized what was going to happen, tears started streaming down your face while Klaus spoke again, “Pick. You have five seconds until they both die.”

You could feel your brothers’ doubt and whispered, “I get it guys, always get the girl, no matter the price, right?” Knowing that your brothers could hear you.

“We’re sorry (Y/n).” Stefan said before announcing Elena’s name.

You let out a sob. Klaus hung up and walked towards you. You raised to tear-stained face and your (e/c) orbs met his dark ones, if you were going to die, you were going to do it with dignity, “Well, Niklaus Mikaelson, here comes the time when death comes back after I cheated it. I die without anything left but my pride.” You closed your eyes, waiting for death to come.

“I have a few things to ask first.” He said, your eyes opened, “Tell me your story and I’ll tell you mine.”

“Okay…” you said, having nothing to lose, “Well, I was 7 years old when Stefan and Damon were turned, my mother died when I was two years old. I had a friend who was a vampire and, when I got consumption, she fed me her blood to ease the pain. There was no more space in my hospital so the doctors decided to ‘terminate’ the terminal patients and I was killed, with her blood in my system. Thus, began my life of vampirism.” You continued, telling him about everything like how you reunited with Damon when you were thrown in the Augustine prison, they had moved you to another facility and how you escaped. You had returned to Mystic Falls after hearing about the animal attack and saw your brothers again. You spilled everything about yourself to the man who was going to kill you.

In return, you learned the whole tale of the big bad Original Hybrid, Klaus Mikaelson. “You are the only one in the world to know my whole story, (Y/n). Please, do not share it with anyone.” He smiled, genuine, kind smile.

You looked at him, confusion in your eyes, “I won’t be able if you kill me.”

“Did you know that you’re the only person other than my family who calls me by my full name?” he asked.

Why wasn’t he answering you? Why did he ask you that?

“No, I didn’t.” you replied, wondering where this conversation was going.

“I like it. But, I must admit,” he leaned towards you, untying your arms and legs from the chair, “I’d rather you call me Nik when we’re alone.”

You had no idea what he was doing or what was happening.

“I have to admit Nikl-” he raised his eyebrows at you, “Nik” you corrected yourself, “I don’t completely understand what is happening right now.”

“I’m not killing you, love.” Relief flushed over you. He lifted his index finger, “On one condition.” You nodded, “You stay with us. I like you and you did not deserve to be treated as such by your own family. I am sure you will get along with the rest of my family, especially Rebekah. We could be your new family, if you’d like. Also, you wouldn’t be able to go out here in Mystic Falls, I can’t lose my reputation of being a man of my word when it comes to threats.”

You got up and grinned, “Don’t worry, I completely understand. Anyways, I don’t want to see any of them.”

You were talking with Klaus. Suddenly, the door opened, you listened the clicking of heels until a blonde-haired form stood in front of you. “Really, Nik? You couldn’t kill her?” Rebekah asked her brother.

“Oh, don’t worry Bekah, I sure you will find her quite fun to be around. I’ll leave you two alone, don’t kill her.” He stood up and left the room.

“So…” Rebekah started. The conversation was small talk at first but, then you got into the good stuff and grew close. Bonding about how annoying being the little sister was.

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You kept your promise to Klaus, you had been staying with the Mikaelsons for over three months getting along well with all of them. You had just come back from a shopping spree in the town next door with Rebekah and dropped off your bags in your room. You were headed to the living room when you passed an open door. You had always seen it closed during your time here. Curious, you pushed it open and found a room full of canvasses, some covered in paint, others partly and the rest blank, untouched. You walked around the room amazed by their beauty, you noticed that the style was similar to that of the paintings that hung in the living room.

You heard footsteps coming from behind you. You turned around and saw the Original Hybrid leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, “Did you paint these?” you asked, gesturing to the canvasses surrounding you, “They’re absolutely marvelous.”

He smiled, “Thank you, love. I find that painting calms me. It has been my hobby for quite some time now.” You smiled back at him, “Well, my arrival doesn’t stop you from looking around darling, go on.” He urged. You blushed slightly and walked around the large room.

“Are you really so arrogant that you just have to hang your own paintings in the house?” you said, returning to your snarky self.

Klaus laughed, “And the moment is officially ruined, love.”

“Firstly, what moment? Secondly, what did I tell you about calling me love and darling? I am not Caroline or any of Damon’s and Stefan’s friends.” You said, still walking around the room.

Your eyes fell upon a painting covered by a white sheet. Interested, your reached towards the sheet.

Meanwhile, Klaus spoke again, “Fine, (Y/n). I won’t call you by anything else than your name are you happy?”

“Yes, quite.” You replied. You grabbed the sheet and pulled it, revealing the painting. Behind you, Klaus’s eyes widened as he ran towards you, but it was too late, you were already staring at it.

It was a portrait on a white background. The painting was a girl with (e/c) eyes and (h/c) hair. Your mouth opened slightly in realization. Klaus had painted you. It was beautiful, bringing out your more significant traits, the white background giving you an angelic look. He had managed to represent you perfectly, it felt like watching yourself in a mirror.

You turned around to the Original, “You painted me.” You said, still in shock.

“Yes, I did. Quite obvious, isn’t it?” He said, taking a step towards you.

You didn’t move, “Why did you paint me?” you asked.

“You’re beautiful, (Y/n). How could I not paint you? And, when you decide to leave us for your true family, I’ll have something to remember you by.” This time, it was your turn to look up at him. You were nearly touching.

You looked up at him and cupped his cheek with one of your hands, “It’s a lovely painting, Niklaus. But, you’ll never have a use for it ‘cause I’ll be with you until the end of time.”

You leaned towards him and he did the same. Your lips touched and fireworks exploded on your lips. He wrapped his arms around your waist and you draped your arms around his shoulders. Both your lips fit together like pieces of a puzzle. You pulled away, a smile etched on your face. He grinned at you. Your arms still wrapped against each other.

“What you say about a date, Nik?” you asked.

“I would like that very much.” He replied.

“Now aren’t you glad that you were a creep and painted me?” you joked.

“This is what I mean by ‘ruining the moment’, love.” He said, kissing the top of your head.

“Well, I’ve got to go, I have to see Rebekah about her newest crush Matt.” You told, pecking his lips and leaving a smitten Klaus Mikaelson alone in the room.

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You and Klaus had been dating for a month and a half and your relationship was still going strong. Everything had been going great until Tyler formed a rebellion of unsired hybrids and Klaus killed all twelve of them. Tyler had run away before Klaus had managed to kill him so, as revenge, your boyfriend killed his mother and the mayor: Carol Lockwood.

You knew that your ex-friends would want to avenge their friend’s mother, you just didn’t know what they would do in return. You hadn’t expected that they would attack the Mikaelson household. Unfortunately, the Originals had business in another town and had left for the weekend, they had left you at the house.

Which brings you to now.

You were watching a tv show with your headphones on in your room. So, when the band of vampires and humans came into the mansion, you didn’t hear a thing. It was only when they had scoured the whole bottom floor and came up the stairs that you had heard them. You didn’t think anything of it, probably Klaus and Rebekah coming home early.

“(Y/n)?” a voice spoke, not a Mikaelson one.

You turned around from your seat and your eyes met bright blue ones.

“Damon.” You sneered.

“Y-you’re alive.” He stuttered.

“No shit, Sherlock.”

His friends finished checking the house and had come up to the only other source of sound. They all piled into your room. You looked at them; Stefan, Elena, Caroline, Bonnie, Jeremy and Matt.

“Wow, you guys really went all out for a plan that didn’t work out.” You said, not bothered by stunned people in front of you.

Your other brother was the next to come out of his trance, “How are you still alive?” he asked.

“Straight to the point, right big bro?” You said.

Damon rolled his eyes, “You haven’t changed at least. Now answer the damn question.”

“Fine.” You huffed, “Well, after the two of you left me to die.” They all looked at their feet in guilt, earning a grin from you, “Klaus asked me my ‘story’. I told him how it wasn’t the first the two of you left me to fend for myself, how I turned into a vampire yada, yada… And he told me his whole story in return. After, he made me a deal: he’d let me live if I stayed with them. So, I, caring for my life unlike you two assholes,” you pointed your fingers, “accepted. And thus, began my friendship with the Mikaelson family. They treated me well, I went shopping Rebekah and had fun chats with Elijah. And that’s the story.” You finished.

There was a long silence before Elena spoke up, “Come home with us, we’ll protect you.”

You grinned, “Well, you see Elena, I like the freedom I have with the Mikaelsons. I also think that any of your friends” you gestured to the rest of the people, “wouldn’t hesitate to pick you over me another time, especially my brothers. And, finally, you can stay with your boyfriends, I’ll stay with mine.” When you finished talking, you saw some jaws drop and some eyes widen which, in turn, made you grin even more, “Oh, right! You don’t know, meet my new boyfriend,” you gestured to the figure behind them, “Klaus Mikaelson.”

You had sent a text with your phone behind your back that was complete gibberish to your boyfriend, knowing that he would worry and come back. You were right.

“Hello, love.” He walked over, placing a kiss on your forehead, “Are these people bothering you?” he asked.

“Yes,” you replied, “I’d like them to leave.”

“Anything for the person I love, especially if the people I’m about to attack broke her heart not that long ago.” He grinned.

Realization crept on their faces and they sent you pleading looks, “Being stabbed in the back hurts, doesn’t it.” You looked at your brother, “Karma’s a bitch.”

Operation Henderson and Harrington Pt. 2 ~ Mini-Series

Summary: The kids take it upon themselves to test their matchmaking skills. With a little help, they form a plot to get you and Steve together by Halloween.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x (Henderson!You) Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Language! Mostly from Dustin.

A/N: I am so happy that part 1 received so much positive feedback and I am so happy that you all love it so much! Here is part 2 for you. I’ll try to post a part each night until the series is complete. Please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!!! Much love to you all. xx

Part One ~ Part Two ~ Part Three ~ Part Four ~ Part Five ~ Part Six ~ Part Seven FINALE

Tags: @vaultvixen @everythingilove-blog @petah-parkah-and-potahtas @holycoldcoffee @thechandlerbingdance @jinx-is-fire @unapologetically-insane @moonlightbae14 


Phase One of Operation Henderson and Harrington: Get Steve to agree to the group costume.

Hopper swung by to pick up El and Max after school, leaving the four boys alone to wait for Steve. He took on the responsibility of dropping them off at home after each school day ended, unless they had AV Club and in that case Joyce would pick them up.

“Alright, guys,” Dustin clapped his hands to get their attention, gathering them up into a circle. “Remember the plan. We changed our costume idea, and now we’re going to be the T-Birds, and we want Steve to dress up as one too so the group is complete. I am Kenickie. Mike, you are Sonny. Will, you are Doody. And Lucas, you are Putzie.”

“Why do you get to be the cool one?” Will asked.

“Because Danny and Kenickie are best friends, like Steve and I are, so it works,” Dustin explained to them.

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the man from u.n.c.l.e. (2015) sentence starters

tw disordered eating, alcohol, gendered slurs, violence

❝ you look important… or at least your suit does. ❞
❝ statements like that can get you into a lot of trouble around here. ❞
❝ make yourself comfortable, why don’t you.  ❞
❝ you’re wasting your time. i haven’t seen him for 18 years. ❞
❝ if i had 15 minutes, we’d drink tea, eat biscuits; i’d talk, you’d laugh, and we’d be on our way. ❞
❝ are they still following us? ❞
❝ when you hear something that sounds like a gunshot, drive. ❞
❝ you can’t be serious. ❞
❝ excuse me dear, i just need to use your back door. ❞
❝ hug me. ❞
❝ what’s that? it smells like feet. ❞
❝ how long was your prison sentence? ❞
❝ don’t ever make the calamitous error of mistaking my deliberate short-sightedness for blindness. ❞
❝ look at ‘em. merrily oblivious as we labor tirelessly to save them from extinction and not even a ‘thank-you.’ ❞
❝ don’t kill your partner on your first day. ❞
❝ i’m sure you understand humiliation better than most. ❞
❝ my woman would never wear anything like that. ❞
❝ smoothly done. ❞
❝ you can’t put a paco rabanne belt on a patou. ❞
❝ and remember… take it like a pussy. ❞
❝ not very good at this whole ‘subtlety’ thing, are you? ❞
❝ either you start to look like you know what you’re doing, or i’m out of here. ❞
❝ would you like a bigger glass? ❞
❝ no fun dancing by yourself; i need a partner. ❞
❝ don’t you make me put you over my knee. ❞
❝ so you don’t want to dance… but you do want to wrestle. ❞
❝ i like my women strong. ❞
❝ now we are engaged. again. ❞
❝ i am neither a goat, nor your sister, so… get your hands off me. ❞
❝ i’m okay, i think. ❞
❝ i’ve been on a diet, my dear. just caviar and champagne for three weeks. ❞
❝ you see, each one of us has a destiny… and i believe i can help you with yours. ❞
❝ you can see the future? ❞
❝ i can see us having lunch tomorrow. alone. ❞
❝ darling, time to go. ❞
❝ they had it coming. ❞
❝ you need to control your temper. ❞
❝ i think he’s an athletic, good-looking gazillionaire, who’s offered me a job and made advances towards me. ❞
❝ i quite like him. ❞
❝ i don’t know what you’re upset about, you’re not even my fiance! ❞
❝ the thing is… i work better alone. ❞
❝ i’m not leaving. ❞
❝ and what, exactly, did you do to him? ❞
❝ just shut up and watch me work. ❞
❝ you’re trembling. ❞
❝ it’s going to be okay. ❞
❝ i’ll be close by. ❞
❝ help yourself to a drink. ❞
❝ so sorry to keep you waiting. ❞
❝ i thought i was doing so well. ❞
❝ the fault doesn’t lie in your performance. ❞
❝ she seemed so innocent. ❞
❝ i’m so sorry i can’t stay to finish you off myself. ❞
❝ man has only two masters in this world, and their names are pain and fear. ❞
❝ i never thought i’d say this, but i’m actually quite pleased to see you. ❞
❝ it’s okay. i would have done exactly the same thing in your position. ❞

Here’s some self-care tips I practice every day:

- I listen to music after I wake up and before I go to bed, dancing and lip syncing around my room.

- I look in the mirror and name things I love about myself / physically, mentally, and emotionally.

- I hug and kiss my dog, his kisses bring light to my soul.

- I take time to relax my body and mind. I don’t always have to be inspired or perfect. It’s okay to devote time solely to myself and my mental health.

- With all the bad in this world, I find the good parts within it, no matter how small. Starting with complimenting those close to me.

- If I feel the need to cry, I do. Crying is not a sign of weakness. A good cry heals.

- I take time to focus on the little things. Right now, it’s looking out the window and seeing the snowflakes fall to the ground. As I type this, I feel my heart rate decrease and a calmness surround my soul.

- I remind myself to slow down and breathe, especially when my anxiety is bad. I practice breathing and mindfulness exercises.

WATERMELON & MINT [DRACO MALFOY]

request: “Would love a Draco x reader imagine where they’re best friends and they’re always really close and they smell each other in the amortentia? I know so original but your writing style is good so it’d be great for you to write a version of this imagine ?” — by anon

a/n: *badly impersonates professor trelawney* you have the markings of a true seer, my child! lol, but seriously, i was thinking about making an imagine like the one you requested, anon. and i am very pleased that someone asked for it bECAUSE THAT MEANS I’LL HAVE AN EXCUSE TO WRITE IT WAHAHAHA. also, i might have blushed when you said my writing style is good 💓 hope you enjoy! x

Masterlist + Request here!

“What took you so long?”

Those were the words you uttered just as your best friend, and probably the longest companion you have ever had, sat down beside you like he usually did in Potions. You noticed that his eyebrows were furrowed and he wore the scowl he had whenever he saw Potter — which you assumed was the reason why his features were all annoyed, since Harry was in the very same class right now.

Draco took out his textbook, “What took me so long? You’re the one who didn’t wait for me when I clearly told you that we’d meet at the entrance of the Great Hall before going here.”

A blush crept on your cheeks, clearly remembering that he indeed told you that before the two of you parted ways this morning after breakfast. Draco was looking at you with a disapproving look and all you managed to do was sheepishly smile at him, which made him roll his eyes.

“I’m sorry.” you whispered just as Professor Slughorn began his discussion about a potion that was called Amortentia. “I completely forgotten it because Ron had a question and —”

“Wait a minute. Why on earth are you on first name basis with that Weasel?” Draco hastily cut you off, turning his body so that he faced you while you still tried to listen to Slughorn’s boring introduction.

You glanced at him. “Because unlike you, I’m not a git, Draco.” you couldn’t help but plaster a smirk on your lips, making him scoff.

But truth be told, only you could insult Draco face to face and get away with it. You have been friends with him since you stepped foot on the Hogwarts Express, the compartment that he was occupying that time the only available place you could find to stay in. It still surprises you whenever you remember it because you were always under the impression that he was just as egotistical and snobbish as his father.

Well, he kind of still was, but whenever it came to you he wasn’t as bad as everybody claimed him to be. Draco was actually a very trust worthy friend, he was definitely someone you knew who could stay and tolerate your flaws and imperfections, and he has always been there for you in times of distress.

Of course, Draco undoubtedly felt the same, or else the friendship you had with him wouldn’t have lasted this long.

“Yes, now, well huddle up and divide yourselves into pairs.” said Slughorn with a peculiar smile on his face. “I’ll be giving each group a sample of Amortentia and you’ll have to be completely honest to your chosen partner what are the things that you smelled, alright? Okay, so, quietly fall in line …”

You shared a look with Draco and he nodded, standing up to get the mentioned sample from the professor for your own group. He was back in seconds, placing a tiny bottle on your working table containing a liquid that had steam rising in characteristic spirals. You leaned down closely to get a sniff, your nose wrinkling before turning to Draco.

“Seriously, Draco. How much cologne did you spray on yourself? I can’t smell anything besides it.” you tried sniffing again.

He pursed his lips together. “What do you mean? If there’s anyone overdoing something, it’s you. Your watermelon scented perfume is going to be stuck in my nostrils forever.” he chuckled.

Both confused by your own accusations to each other — since quite frankly, you didn’t bother to put on your perfume today and Draco had forgotten to apply his cologne — you and Draco leaned down once again to the bottle of Amortentia, determined to get a different scent other than the previous strong fragrance.

Draco glanced at you while you were still sniffing, casually moving closer so that he could familiarize himself again with the smell of your shampoo. He was still taking in the smell of watermelon from the potion, with two new additions: old books and now, your shampoo.

“What is it?” you questioned when he abruptly almost fell on his stool because of what he was beginning to discover.

“Nothing.” coughed Draco, changing the topic. “Er, what did you smell?”

You remembered the scent of fallen rain, the smell of mint, and the strangest of all, his cologne. You thought you were only catching the smell of it because of how close the two of you were sitting right next to each other. Clearly, you were mistaken and found yourself blushing at the realization that you were attracted to your best friend.

“You go first.” you insisted but Draco shook his head.

“No, no, ladies first.”

You snorted, “Please, Draco, we both know you hardly recognize me as a lady.”

“Girls first then.” he corrected himself.

“No, really, you go first.”

“Y/N, don’t be stubborn and just tell me —”

“Yes, I would, right after you tell me yours —”

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake, Y/N — ”

“Mr Malfoy and Miss Y/L/N, do we have a problem?” Slughorn had appeared in front of your desk, a triumph smile on his face. “I can’t help but notice that your voices have increased in volume. May I know what’s the noise all about?”

“Nothing, professor.” both of you claimed.

Slughorn narrowed his eyes ever so slightly.

“We were just about to exchange answers, sir.” you added.

He grinned. “Is that so? Well, tell them to the whole class then! I’m sure everyone is just as curious as I am.”

Draco’s eyes went wide as saucers. “Actually, sir, I rather not —”

“Ridiculous, Malfoy! Now, come on, tell us what you smelled.”

You have never seen Draco act so uncomfortable and embarrassed before as he stared at Slughorn, his cheeks tinted pink while he held this look as if he was silently praying that the time was up and they were now going to be dismissed for their next class.

He coughed. “I smell … old books, uh, watermelon, and … kind of like a bubblegum scent.” he murmured the last part, knowing that you were the only one that had hair smelling like bubblegum around the castle grounds.

“And how about you, Miss Y/L/N?”

“Fallen rain, mint, I think. And, well,” you caught Draco waiting for your answer, “um, some type of cologne.”

“Ah! How astonishing. I wonder who would be the lucky person to be wearing such a cologne …” trailed the professor, finally leaving his attention to the two of you and back to his own desk in front.

You and Draco were both silent on your seats, knowing in fact that you had smelled each other in Amortentia — a love potions that gave off a scent that you are most attracted to. In both of your cases, only now did the both of you realize that maybe all this time you’ve been with each other, the affection you showed weren’t precisely platonic as thought it was.

“So,” Draco was the one who had the nerves to speak after understanding, “it was my cologne, huh?” there was a hint of cockiness in his tone and when you peered at him, he had this genuine grin that only you had the chance to see.

“Excuse me, Malfoy, but two beats one. You smelled both my perfume and my shampoo.” you said a matter-of-fact.

You gazed at each other for what seemed like hours before breaking apart, your lips curled up in a smirk while the professor now discussed another potion, Felix felicis.

Suddenly, Draco placed a hand on top of yours nonchalantly, intertwining it with his as a bigger smile appeared on his mouth. He seemed to be very pleased of himself and you rolled your eyes, ignoring the heavy pace of your heart, knowing that this was going to be the beginning of something new and wonderful.

Cas is a terrible patient.

In the ER he fights the nurse putting an iv into his arm. It takes her three tries, and in the end Dean has to hold him down.

He actually growls at the doctor who examines him. The doctor, a young blonde, actually laughs. “I know it hurts,” she says sympathetically, “but don’t fret. We’ll get that appendix out in a few hours. And you’ll heal up from the surgery in a week or so.” Cas only glares.

When the orderly tells Cas he can’t have a drink of water because he’ll be in surgery in less than an hour, Cas actually says, “Fuck you.” Dean shakes his head in wonder. Sam snorts.

In pre-op a nurse gives Cas something “for your nerves, dear.” When she pats his shoulder Cas tries to smack her hand away, but the drugs have already begun to slow his movements. He opens his mouth to speak–almost certainly to say something rude–but all that comes out is a grunt. “That’s better,” she says sweetly. Dean can’t hold in his laughter. Thankfully Cas is already asleep.

After the surgery–a successful surgery–Cas is groggy and sweet, and Dean kisses his fingertips and tells him he’ll feel better soon. He tries the same thing a few hours later, when Cas is more awake. Cas jerks his hand away and pointedly stares at the wall. Dean sighs.


Cas’s attitude does not improve when Sam and Dean bring him home the next day. The bed is uncomfortable. His pillow is too soft. His feet are cold. He wants chicken noodle soup, and all they have is minestrone. His stitches itch. There is nothing–nothing!–worth watching on Netflix.

Dean kills Cas with kindness. He brings extra pillows, a pair of thick socks. He sends Sam–who is ever so thankful to get away from the scratchy Cas–to town for more soup. When Cas slams the laptop shut in disgust, Dean walks to one of Cas’s bookshelves, finds his copy of The Fellowship of the Ring, and settles carefully on his half of the bed to read aloud. Charlie would approve, he thinks.

Dean is nearly done with chapter two–‘I will help you bear this burden, as long as it is yours to bear..’–when Cas says softly, “How do you do it?”

Dean’s heart leaps; this sounds like his Cas. He treads carefully, says lightly, “What, read this long without losing my voice? I used to read to Sam when we were kids, ‘til he got too smart and wanted to do everything by himself.” Dean grins.

Cas looks at his hands, bites his lower lip. “How do you deal with your body doing things you can’t control?”

Something breaks inside Dean’s chest. “Oh Cas,” he says, carefully pulling the fallen angel into his arms, “it’s–that’s humanity. I’m so sorry. It sounds ridiculous, but you’ll get used to it. And I’ll always be here, okay?” Cas’s breath hitches and Dean can feel the tears soaking through his t-shirt.

“We’ll get through this. I promise. In a few weeks we’ll start working out again, and pretty soon you won’t even think about it.” Dean rubs small, easy circles on Cas’s back. “We’ll have you beheading vampires in no time.”

Cas laughs softly. “Ow,” he groans. “Please don’t make me laugh. It hurts.”

Dean smiles as he kisses Cas’s temple and settles him back onto his pillows. “Okay, angel. Rest. Heal.” He picks up the book. “Back to Middle Earth?”

Cas nods and closes his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. “Friends sharing a burden…”

Dean begins to read.



@yourewelcomeforbeingmyfriend …are you feeling better? Here’s a bit more fluff…and this one I wrote just for you! :)

Wanna-One Kang Daniel Prince!AU (Part 1)

For anon; I don’t really know much about royalty things so bear with me lmao. You can find part 2 here and part 3 here. Enjoy! (You + Kang Daniel)

A/N: Edit above is not mine, all credit to the fan who survived long enough to finish making this! (sorry I don’t know who made it, if anyone does let me know and I’ll give credit)

  • Okay so let’s make up a fictional country
  • And in this fictional country, there is a royalty system; and the prince is guess who Kang Daniel
  • Doesn’t have many actual responsibilities as of now because mostly the King and his assistants take care of everything
  • Daniel’s job is basically to not fuck up in public and to uMMM u know carry on the dynasty 👀
  • He’s still in college but doesn’t really talk to anyone other than his close friends that he’s known since middle school
  • (like a F4 thing from Boys Over Flowers LOL)
  • His parents (the King and Queen in case that wasn’t clear rip) actually told him to not really talk to other people because they were afraid Daniel would be taken advantage of
  • But never fear Daniel has his good ol comrades: Ong and Jaehwan
  • Those two also had some kind of connections to people in positions of high power, whether that be through business, music, etc.
  • Despite how powerful they are, they surprisingly aren’t all that bad of people; all of them are pretty nice even if they slack off sometimes on their schoolwork lol
  • But people generally think of them as unapproachable (which they kind of are, because they’ve known each other since forever and trust one another wholeheartedly)
  • Anyway Daniel bodyguards and people who escort him to school, but that got awkward so he insisted on being by himself at least while on the school campus
  • Girls (and guys) flocked around them 
  • How convenient, a bunch of handsome people all hanging out together. Makes for some good pictures
  • You kind of… distantly knew Daniel, but obviously not well
  • One of Daniel’s older friends who wasn’t in college, Jisung, was your cousin
  • Daniel and Jisung’s parents were friends, but the two connected very well lol
  • Jisung and Daniel were practically like family despite their age difference, so you used to hang out with Jisung at the Kang’s palace when you were young b/c Jisung was in charge of babysitting you a lot lol
  • You three would do Cute Things™️ like play board games and play tag and draw pictures and giggle 
  • The King and Queen always liked treating you all to foods and buying you games; they even installed a swimming pool in the palace so that you three could learn to swim together there
  • But ever since Jisung started going to middle school, the time was greatly reduced for the three of you to hang out
  • (I’m thinking ages around… Jisung being 12, Daniel 6, you 5 or something. up to you lmao it doesnt matter)
  • So you pretty much had no contact with Daniel for many years
  • But now, you were both in the same school
  • Of course this probably wouldn’t change much because obviously you hadn’t known or talked to him for many years
  • You were shocked at how… well he grew up
  • He was really tall now, and really handsome,,, and also really off limits lol
  • You saw him again for the first time in your math class, you were a couple classes ahead so the both of you were in the same class even though you were younger
  • You had seen him on tv and in photoshoots but you had no idea how much better he looked in real life, which was really something considering he looked perfect in pictures as well
  • He didn’t seem to recognize you though, which made perfect sense since you guys hadn’t met in years
  • Maybe he’d remember my name?
  • But when the teacher called for attendance in the math class that day, Daniel showed no reaction when you got called
  • You had to admit you were disappointed, but it wasn’t a big deal
  • You thought you wouldn’t be like all the other girls, fawning over Daniel, because you knew what a n00b he used to be, but here you getting all embarrassed over how attractive he was lol
  • For the rest of the semester, you just kinda stared at Daniel from afar, never approaching him or giving him gifts or anything because you thought it would be weird for you to do that
  • He was always just giggling and fooling around in class
  • He was one of those students who wasn’t that amazing at school but was charming and happy, making the teachers and other students love them anyway
  • Would always participate in class with wrong answers, and bicker with the teacher jokingly
  • Only a certain type of person could do that LOL and it wasn’t just because he was the Prince, he was genuinely a fun guy
  • When the winter holidays rolled around, though, things changed
  • You read on the news that the palace was looking for a potential spouse for Daniel, so they could ensure the continuation of their dynasty
  • And just a day later, you got a call from Jisung, asking if you could come over to his place
  • He told you that the royal family was having a New Year’s ball, and asked if you wanted to go instead of him because he already had plans
  • You had nothing better to do, so you said it was fine lets not kid yourself you wanted to see someone
  • Jisung, being the lovely cousin he was, had already ordered a dress for you :’)))
  • Jisung the OG Fairy Godmother
  • For the next couple of days, you were just a ball of nerves; you had never been to one of these parties before
  • Jisung went every year, but you never went because typically people under 13 couldn’t go (unless you were royalty)
  • You pretty much hid in bed and googled how to act at parties until December 31st rolled around
  • You did your own makeup and hair, which was… difficult but you ended up satisfied
  • You didn’t look extravagant, but you were pretty
  • You arrived at the palace, and pretty much just stood there awkwardly because you had no friends and no escort at the party
  • But food is always a reliable friend so you headed over to that area
  • And you found… a whole tray of different kinds of cheese. You instinctively squealed at all the cute little cubes
  • You stacked up enough food to fill you with happiness and sat at a table by yourself, in the corner, slightly in a blind spot from the rest of the party
  • A perfect hiding spot !
  • As you looked around, you started feeling kinda weird
  • Everyone at the party was so FANXY (dean if ur reading this i love u)
  • You were also wearing a quite expensive dress but everyone there oozed this aura of class and sophistication
  • ANd here you were building a jenga tower out of carrot sticks
  • Oh well. You didn’t know what you had to gain out of being at the party; you came out of curiosity to see the palace again and Daniel, but you hadn’t even seen the latter yet
  • All that happened so far was the pain of your feet in the high heels you were wearing
  • You leaned down in your chair, taking your heels off and massaging your feet, the tablecloth sort of covering your head
  • You were just rubbing away the pain when you heard two familiar voices
  • “All of the women here are just… not what I was hoping for,” a woman said
  • “Yes, it would be nice if we got to see if they were actually good people instead of just them trying to say what will impress us,” a man replied
  • “Daniel doesn’t deserve someone who just wants to take advantage of the throne. The princess should be someone with a good heart, not someone with good makeup artists” 
  • Without thinking, you exclaimed “Oh yeah, that’s such a good perspective, I totally agree with that,” head still under the table
  • You heard gasps behind you, the people were shocked
  • Hmm, maybe I can talk to these people so I won’t be alone anymore
  • You tried to get up, banging your head in the process, and said “Oh, I’m sorry about that, nice to meet you, I’m (Y/N)”
  • And thEN you looked up… to find staring at you the King and Queen
  • sdklfjksldjfKLJSDKEILFDKSJKlsd WTF NO
  • “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry for interrupting you, uhhh thank you for serving us so well hah” you mumbled out, starting to run away
  • And then you realized you hadn’t put your shoes on yet, stopping in your place
  • The King and Queen were still standing there, staring at you
  • You walked back to your shoes, and started to put them on
  • “Leaving my shoes behind? I guess I think I’m like Cinderella or something”, you tried to joke, making an awkward smile
  • You started to cringe, about to run again, but then you heard laughs
  • The King and Queen were totally cracking the fuck up at your bad joke
  • Was it really that funny? uh okay i guess whatever works???
  • “What’s your name again?” the Queen asked through her laughter
  • “Uh it’s (Y/N), are you guys hiring for a royal jester position or something”
  • They started their laughing fit all over again, before the King suddenly stopped
  • “(Y/N)? Isn’t that the name of the little girl who always used to come over and play with Jisung?”
  • “Uh yep that’s me all right, Jisung gave me his invitation this year to come on behalf of him, he was busy”
  • The King and Queen gasped and then both hugged you, just like they had in old times
  • “You have grown up so well! Do you still enjoy cheese? I remember the chefs always had to restock every time you and Jisung came over,” the Queen said
  • “Uh. Yeah I still like cheese I guess, haha..”
  • “Oh my goodness! Have you met Daniel yet? I’m sure he’d be so excited to see his old childhood friend! Let’s go meet him now, (Y/N)”
  • oh god no nog no no nson on o no no no . n on no awkward nono no no
  • “Oh gosh no that is totally all right I’m doing just fi–”
  • “What do you mean, you’re sitting by yourself like a loser, you probably know nobody here” the king laughed out
  • … bruh
  • The royal parents escorted you to see Daniel, earning looks from the rest of the people at the party, as you internally freaked the fuck out
  • oh my gosh he has been in my math class the entire year he would think it is so weird that i’m approaching him now oh god and his parents are here too they’re making such a big deal about this–
  • “Okay (Y/N) just wait here, we’ll find Dan and bring him in, just wait”, the Queen said, plopping you down on a fancy couch in one of the other rooms of the palace
  • The Queen and King walked out, giggling to themselves as they searched for Daniel
  • “I think she’d be a really good choice for Daniel, she was such a fresh breath of air!”
  • “Yes, and they’re both friends! How adorable,”
  • Time passed by in slow motion as you sat in the room by yourself
  • You got up and started pacing around to attempt to calm your nerves
  • You hadn’t even seen Daniel the whole time you were here, and now you were going to be alone together? He would find out that you were in his math class the whole time and then that would be super weird
  • You picked up random objects in the room and looked at them, as the butterflies in your stomach stirred up some tsunamis
  • You were in the middle of looking at all the books on the shelf, when you heard footsteps walk into the room
  • You whirled around, and found yourself making direct eye contact with Daniel, in a black and white checked suit (the same one as in the picture hehe)
  • “Uh, hello?” Daniel’s deep voice called out to you
  • “…Hi,” you meekly responded, tucking some hair behind your ear
  • Jeez (Y/N) why are you so nervous…
  • “Do you want to sit?” Daniel motioned to the couch, walking over to it himself
  • This was the most serious you have ever seen him, and you were shocked by it
  • “Uh yeah, so I guess your parents told you but apparently we used to be childhood friends, I’m (Y/N), Jisung’s little cousin, we used to play togeth–” you started to explain, before Daniel interrupted you
  • “I know who you are.”
  • You finally met his eyes, taken aback by his strong gaze
  • Is he mad? Wha–
  • “Why didn’t you say hello earlier? In math class?” he continued
  • Well this managed to turn more awkward.
  • “Oh…” you started, fiddling your fingers, “I thought you didn’t remember me, so I thought it’d be weird to talk to you again,”
  • You glanced up at him, only to find his eyes curved into cute little crescents, his deep laugh finally escaping his mouth
  • “Jesus, I can’t believe we both thought the same thing. I thought you didn’t remember me. I was hurt, (Y/N)!” He exclaimed, playfully shoving you
  • You sat there in shock, as Daniel started rattling off stories of what you two used to do, ruffling your hair (messing up your hard work, although he barely noticed that)
  • “You remember me?” You quietly asked, letting your thoughts loose
  • “(Y/N), Jisung talks about you all the time, even if I wanted to forget I wouldn’t be able to, you crazy cat”
  • You looked up at him and couldn’t help but blush
  • He was so pure and happy, and it made you feel wonderful
  • The two of you just sat there in the room for another 30 minutes, chatting about old times and how you’d been for the past… many years
  • You hadn’t talked in years, but for some reason the both of you just connected well, genuinely interested in what the other had been up to
  • Too soon, it was time for Daniel to go back to the party and do some wishes for the New Year
  • “I’m so glad we met again, I was honestly so lonely at the party because I don’t know anyone, even your dad called me a loser”
  • “I’m actually pretty lonely at these parties too; Seongwoo and Jaehwan usually have their own commitments to be at today, I’m glad you’re here, (Y/N)”
  • You smiled at him, the both of you kind of inching towards another for a maybe hug, but you guys just did some awkward movements and ended up in a weird handshake
  • Daniel scratched his face, embarrassed, and said he would see you later, running off back to the party
  • You sat back on the couch, laying down sprawled everywhere, letting what had happened in the past couple of hours sink in
  • Did that really just happen?
  • You excitedly thought of all the things the both of you had to talk about, feeling fulfilled that the mystery between you two had been sorted out
  • You were so happy that your childhood friend that you cherished so much was not lost forever!
  • If you didn’t have a crush on Daniel before, you definitely did now.

Part 2, Part 3


A/N: So I was planning for this to be done in one shot, but it turned out more intense than I had anticipated LOL

Hopefully this will be wrapped up in the next part; I really enjoyed this concept! 

Daddy's Girl

Description: The Winchester’s little sister handles the grief of her dead father, and hopes to keep his perfect image of herself intact.

Sam and Dean x sister!reader, mentions of John Winchester

Warnings: None that I can remember, except some fighting?

A/N: This was not the one I was planning on writing and posting but here it is! I hope you all like it, and thank you so much for your support! Let me know if you would like to request something, or you would like to be added to the tags! 😊

Tags: @winchesters-favorite-girl @percussiongirl2017


       You were pulling yourself from the ground. The fist of a girl a grade above you had slammed into your shoulder, and the prying hands of her groupies had shoved you to the ground. You stood up with a slight stagger, and shook your limbs to knock your instincts to tear her throat out off. She smiled devilishly at you, and you could hear your Dad’s voice in your head. Y/N be brave for me, and remember you are the thing that holds those two boys together.

The crowd around you was watching, and hanging on to every quiver your bruised limbs made. That’s when your hands shook, and you could hear their laughter as loud as the ringing in your ears. You saw his face, his eyes, his smile. He was gone now, and you were alone. He wouldn’t come driving up in his impala, he wouldn’t come save you from this, or help clean you up. You were not going to let him down though, you would continue to hold everything together. You would stay strong, and keep your brother’s heads above the bloody water. You would not create chaos or pain. You were going to continue to be the good girl, and push your emotions down. You were going to be strong without your father. You went to pick up your bag.

          “What’s the matter Winchester? Do you feel a little scared, want to run home to Daddy, you little-,” you suddenly looked up to face her.

Her preciously lined lips, with her plastic shaped nose, and perfectly placed hair. You couldn’t hear anything else except that one word. Daddy. Anger lined your skin with a new found red that wasn’t the shade of bruised. You charged at her, and brought her straight to the ground. You jammed your fist into her gut, and whipped the knife out of your boot. You popped the blade up into sight as you finally regained your senses. She was screaming, and someone was pulling you off her.

You quickly pushed the others off, and grabbed your bag. You ran off the school steps, and looked back. Teachers and supervisors were calling after you. Your body hurt from the beating you had taken, and tears stung your eyes. You stopped when you were little ways down the road. You slid the knife back into your boot, and placed your bag on your shoulders. You winced once the strap touched where she had thrown her fist. You took a breath, trying to calm your beating hard. The memory helped intensify the panic however, and you continued to walk down the road.

You replayed the images of the scene in your head. You had desperately tried to make friends, and get good grades. You were supposed to make your brothers happy and they seemed happy when you had those aspects of school in your life; after all, your life mission was to please your family. Your Dad had always said you were their care taker, and the glue that held them together. After he had passed, you tried harder than ever to please your brothers. You were the only one who hadn’t talked about your father’s death, whether that be to keep him alive in your mind, or to show how strong you were to your older brothers was unknown. You were supposed to be good, and you were supposed to be brave, like your father had said. You had failed today, and you let the rage of pain and anger flow through you and control your actions.

You were trying to dry your eyes as you entered the motel room. Your brothers were out, interview day was today. They were on a pretty tough case, and you three would be held up in this town for a few weeks. You went straight to the bathroom, looking at your bruised body. You slowly removed the clothes surrounding your bruises, and rinsed the blood off some of the scrapes. You were crying again, making the scar around your eye even more red. You slowly put on your clothes after bandaging up your injuries. You were in a lot of pain, and your eyes just wanted to close in exhaustion from the emotions and events of the day. You continued though, your father’s words echoing in your head. You had to be strong for Sam and Dean, and you had to hide what had happened. You emerged from the bathroom, and sat at the table. You pulled out your books, and papers.

You were trying to focus, but you had no strength to control the thoughts running through your head. You couldn’t go back to that school tomorrow. You couldn’t even face the outside world, and barely the one face you saw in the mirror. You had a handle on your tears, and continued to push through and finish your math problems. You were in the middle of an essay when your brothers walked through the door.

“Hey bunny,” Sam smiled.

 Dean dropped a bag next to your pile of books. You kept your face away from the light, and their vision lines. You continued writing, with the intention of greeting them but no words would form on your tongue. You heard your Dad’s voice in Sam’s, and Dean’s hand reminded you of your Dad’s hand. The brothers curiously tried to look at your face, but you just looked in the downward direction even more.

 “Y/N, look at me,” Dean said, starring at you from the other side of the table.

You quickly tried to make an escape to the bathroom but Sam stepped in front of you, and grabbed your face. His eyes widened, and you felt his body tense. Dean came around, and instant anger flashed into his green eyes.

“Who did this to you?” he demanded.

You shook your head and pushed Sam’s hands away. You had no ability to create sentences. Your Dad flashed into your mind.

“Y/N, what happened?” Sam asked, slightly demanding.

 You wished your dad were there, able to hold you, and help you regain the stick you needed to hold everything together. You looked back at your brothers, who’s faces held so much of your father. You started crying, and felt the sobs shake you inside and out. You were letting go. The grip you had on all the pain and grief of your father’s death suddenly escaping through the two little slits in your eyes.

 “I, I,” you started. The two brothers were suddenly shocked at this new emotion. “I miss Dad,” you cried out.

 Sam had tears in his eyes, as Dean starred at you in a helpless gaze. They both wrapped their bodies around yours. You were between them, and the warmth of their concern was making the tears come more rapidly. You weren’t supposed to be crying.

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               You were sitting on Sam’s lap as Dean knelt beside you. Your sobs had slowed and your eyes only watered now. The tears had made the cut around your eye painful, but in a cleansing way.

 “Little girl, you’re gonna be fine. Me and Sammy, we aren’t going anywhere, and Dad will always be looking out for you,” Dean stroked your cheek.

You closed your eyes and snuggled into Sam a little more. “You’re okay Y/N/N,” Sam cooed.

“Sammy, De?” you called out.

“Yeah baby?” Sam asked.

 “I’m so sorry,” you wiped your eyes, forgetting about the cut, and hissing.

“No, darlin’ we’re sorry,” Dean responded, getting up to get things to tend your cut.

“But I-,” you started.

 “No buts, baby you are so strong, and you never ever break. You’re allowed to snap sometimes. You’re allowed to have emotions and to feel sad. You’re allowed to miss Dad,” Sam said, stroking your hair. You nodded.

“Even though you have some nasty scars, I would say you won against those girls,” Dean smiled.

 Sam’s eyes went wide, “Dean she almost sliced a girl with a weapon she wasn’t even supposed to have!”.

Dean looked to you, as you shrunk a little. “Eh, you were always a Daddy’s girl, and he would’ve done the same,” he smiled.

I know many people have pointed out the dilated pupil thing at this point but I really can’t get over it. I noticed it in earlier episodes but the close up we got in the finale really made it clear. Like, Kit… honey…

It’s okay, we think Emilia is pretty too.

KIAN LAWLEY X READER

Jealous

anon request:  can you do a Kian lawley imagine where you guys are dating and your a youtuber and you do the yoga challenge with someone like Trevor or some other youtuber and Kian, JC, and Ricky are watching you guys and you guys get really close and Kian gets jealous but then you tell him that he’s the only one that gets to kiss you and it’s really fluffy THANK YOU !!!

photo creds: sensualkisses.tumblr.com

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“Owowowow,” you strained as Trevor adjusted your leg on his shoulder.

“I CAN’T SEE PAST YOUR BOOBS,” Trevor yelled from above you.

“We can do it,” you assured him, turning to check your position in the viewfinder.

Ricky snorted from the couch, and pulled out his phone. “(Y/N), stretch your arm out further,” he said, recording you.

You did as Ricky said, pleased to see that you were successful in recreating the yoga pose, but not for long. You began to shake violently under Trevor’s weight.

“I swear, if you even think of dropping me-” Trevor began.

You shook beneath him, your leg slipping, causing you to roll sideways, with Trevor collapsing on top of you. His hands flew out, grasping your hips as you toppled downwards in a fit of laughter.

“Ha ha,” Kian said sarcastically, “You can let go of her now.”

“Okay man,” Trevor laughed, offering you a hand back up.

You hopped back in place, “Okay, last one,” you panted in exhaustion.

JC stared at the computer screen, a smirk spreading across his smug face, “This one.”

“JC!” you groaned, looking at the extremely complicated position he’d chosen out.

“We got this!” Trevor laughed, bouncing up happily on his heels.

Kian glared at the screen, his arms folded over his chest, “I can find you a better one,” he offered grimly.

You sighed and shook your head with a laugh, “We got this,” you said, giving Trevor a big high five.

The pose required one person to lie on their back with their legs in the air as someone else climbed up over their legs, suspended in the air as they would rest their head on the first person’t feet, and their legs held up by them, too.

“Bottom,” called Trevor.

“Thanks for giving me the complicated part,” you grumbled under your breath.

Trevor slid into place, raising his feet up, “Get on me,” he smirked.

You snorted and slapped his foot, “Shut up.”

You hoisted yourself onto Trevor’s feet, and his hands came to your sides as he helped you up. He squeezed your sides causing you to writhe in frustration, “I’m ticklish!” you snapped.

“I know,” he smiled and slid his hands down to help push you up.

Kian glared daggers at Trevor, “Hey pal, wanna get your hands off my girlfriend’s ass?”

“His hands aren’t-” you started. “Never mind,” you corrected yourself.

JC tilted his head to get a better angle, “We should do this challenge together, (Y/N),” he grinned.

Kian gave JC a shove with a roll of his eyes.

“Sorry,” Trevor yawned lazily, fixing you into the right spot over him.

“Bit more,” you said.

You arched your back, Trevor taking your feet in his hands, his eyes blinking up at you.

“Have we done it!?” you exclaimed.

“Wooo,” Ricky hollered, “You bet!”

“Really? I think we should stay like this a second longer to make sure we’re doing it right,” Trevor teased.

“Let me down now,” you giggled.

“Oookay,” Trevor said, letting you fall from the air suddenly.

You yelped out, crumpling onto Trevor’s chest in a heap.

His hands shot up, catching you at the last second and holding you to his front.

“Jerk” you laughed and nudged him with your foot.

Trevor rolled across the floor so that he had you pinned beneath him.

“Please like this video,” you gasped for air, “And subscribe if you want Trevor to GET OFF ME!” you writhed.

“Okay, video over, good job,” Kian said, shutting off the camera.

“Buzzkill,” Trevor raised his eyebrow’s at Kian.

“How bout’ you let me go?” you panted.

“But tickling you is more fun,” Trevor complained, his hands pinching your sides.

You burst out into uncontrollable giggles, your head turning this way and that as you begged Trevor to let you go.

Without warning the pressure on your belly was gone, and you sat bolt upright in confusion. Trevor lay sprawled on the floor, and Kian stood above you, his hand extended.

“My hero,” you smiled and accepted his hand.

Kian smiled weakly, pulling you up from the ground and into his chest. You knocked his front, your head sliding over his shoulder, his own two arms slinking around your waist.

“Mm,” you cooed into his chest, startled by the affection.

JC whispered something at Ricky, who laughed and nodded.

“What?” Kian snapped at them.

“Is someone a bit of a jealous boyfriend?” JC challenged him.

Kian grimaced, releasing you and spinning towards JC, his nostrils flared.

“Come at me,” JC laughed, standing.

Kian made a move to shove JC, but you grabbed his wrist before he could.

“Kian, calm down,” you hissed.

Kian brought his brown eyes back down to yours, his body relaxing a bit. He sighed and shook his head sadly, before simply walking right out the room.

You pouted at a pleased looking JC, “Thanks alot.”

You followed Kian into his bedroom, where he sat perched on the edge of his bed.

“Hey,” you tried.

Kian ran his long fingers through his dark hair, his smile forced, “Hey.”

You sighed and gently shut the door behind you, sinking onto the floor on your knees before Kian.

He kept his eyes glued to his lap, so you bent forward and pecked his rosy lips gingerly to get his attention.

“Talk to me,” you whispered softly, placing a hand in his lap.

Kian’s lips twitched as he entwined his fingers in yours, his gaze holding yours.

“Don’t think badly of me,” he spoke nervously.

“Never would think of it,” you smiled and squeezed Kian’s hand lightly.

“I’m..I don’t know,” he paused, “I don’t like seeing you so close to other guys.”

You raised an eyebrow with a small laugh, “Really?”

Kian blushed furiously, “I don’t want to be the jealous boyfriend.”

“Are you?” you asked.

Kian coughed nervously, shrugging, “Yeah, I am.”

“Kian,” you giggled, pulling him close to your face, “Look at me.”

His eyes sad, he opened his mouth, but you cut him off.

“Babe,” you smiled, “it’s okay to be jealous. But you have to know that I will never think of anyone the way I think of you. You, Kian Lawley, are mine, and only mine.”

Kian’s cheeks warmed under your cold fingertips.

“These lips,” you said, tracing your fingers gently around his mouth, “Mine.”

“Those eyes,” you smiled warmly, “Mine.”

“Every little thing about you, the good, and the bad, are mine,” you breathed.

Kian’s familiar smile crept up on his lips, “I’m the luckiest guy in the whole wide world, so I guess I’m just scared someone else will see what I see in you.”

You shook your head with a laugh, “Doesn’t matter, that won’t change the fact that I only want to be with you.”

Kian chuckled, swinging his head down and back up, his eyes glowing again.

“Wanna show me I’m yours?” he smirked cheekily.

“There’s my boyfriend,” you grinned, bending into his lips. You lifted yourself from your crouched position, Kian’s arms coming around your waist and pulling you up gently into his lap. You wrapped your legs around Kian’s waist, perched in his lap as your lips collided. You slid your arm’s around his neck, smiling into the feeling of his lips on yours, your fingers weaving through Kian’s hair. Kian pressed himself into you, his lips curving happily as they brushed against yours.

You pulled back, your eyes closed, but smiling wide.

Before you could open your eyes, Kian’s hands came to the small of your back, forcing you to bend back into him. He dropped a kiss on your lips, nose, forehead, and any skin he could reach. Your skin grew bright from the warmth of his lips all over your face. You opened your eyes, meeting Kian’s round and unblinking one’s. 

“I liked that,” you said, your eyes flickering across Kian’s face.

Kian did his adorable little lip bite that melted your heart into a puddle. 

“Then why stop?” he murmured.

  • Me: *sigh*
  • Cashier: What's wrong?
  • Me: It's the scent of this place. It's nostalgic. Reminds me of lavender scent of my grandmother's house. Even color of the walls remind me of the bygone era of my childhood; the dim sunsets of a fuzzy summer evenings, and faint memory of fading dreams.
  • Cashier: Ah, you want to start all over do you? I know the feeling. It's enough to drive me to the brink.
  • Me: Verily. At some point, I began to live my life in retrospect. The now doesn't matter anymore because everything has become so bland. What am I to do in this monotonous life when my happy times passed so long ago. It's as if-
  • Cashier: *turns into a 9 foot tall vibrating metal cube that deconstructs me at a molecular level and turns me into pure radium powder*
  • Guy, with that as fetish who actually wrote this post: *doesn't even jack it just looks at the screen all sweaty and breathing heavily*
  • Girlfriend: *walks into the room unannounced* Everything okay? You've been acting kind of strange recently.
  • Guy: *quickly closes all tabs* Oh, nothing. I'm just like. I'm... you know. I've been tired.
  • Girlfriend: *suspiciously* ...sure. Pizza's here by the way.
  • Guy: Okay, cool. I'll be right out. *wipes sweat from head*
  • Girlfriend: *texts best friend* He's definitely cheating. He just closed like twenty tabs on his computer!!!!!!!
  • Best Friend: Did you look through his browsing history?
  • Girlfriend: Yeah, it's all wikipedia pages about radioactive stuff. It's so fucking weird. He's either cheating or a terrorist.
  • Best Friend: That's creepy. I'd break up with him.
  • Girlfriend: I've been considering it, but it's complicated. I still feel so strongly about him. I don't want to ruin our relationship.
  • Best Friend: Sometimes you have to break things off with the people you care about the most. For a little bit anyway.
  • Girlfriend: Yeah, I get that. It's so hard though. I can't imagine life without him.
  • Best Friend: You have to do what you have to do. It's the only way to move forward. Getting stuck in a stagnant relationship can ruin you.
  • Girlfriend: I guess you're right...
  • Best Friend: *is wearing a full hazmat suit.*
  • Doctor: *walks up behind her* Jennifer, stop texting. We need you in the bottom.
  • Best Friend: Sorry, got it.
  • Best Friend: *descends in elevator, sees 9 foot tall humanoid ant corpse on the ground* Fucking gross! Do you know where it came from.
  • Doctor: No clue. It's why we called you here.
  • Best Friend: This isn't like any cryptid I've ever seen. It must be extraterrestrial in origin. Wait... is its body full of gummy worms? *hears the sound of the elevator going up behind her*
  • Best Friend: Doctor! Where are you going!? What the fuck!?
  • Doctor: Waves to her from the elevator.
  • Ant Humanoids: *appear from the shadows in the hundreds*
  • Best Friend: No, no, no, no! This can't be happening.
  • Ant Humanoids: *surround her*
  • Best Friend: Don't fucking come near me! I'm highly radioactive! You'll all die if you eat me.
  • Ant Humanoid in the back: *listening to comic book podcast*
  • Podcast Guy 1: So when it comes to Superman, I feel like there are actually two characters. Clark Kent, the man. Then there's Superman, the ideal. They're the same person but represent very different aspects of him.
  • Podcast Guy 2: Comic books are fucking stupid, my dude. *cellphone buzzes* Hold up, I gotta take this.
  • Podcast Guy 2: *gets an alert that his favorite fetish forum has updated, licks lips fuckingly*
  • Podcast Guy 2: *under breath* Oh yeah. A new radium dust sexual fanfic. Can't wait to tweak my noodle to this! Zoo wee mama!
  • Podcast Guy 1: What did you just say.
  • Podcast Guy 2: Nothing, man. We were talking about Superman. Let's continue with that.
  • Podcast Guy 1: Yeah, as I was saying. Superman would definitely be a power bottom and
The Reality of Getting Intimate With An Sugar Daddy for the First Time. (Part 1)

Originally posted by btvsladies

I feel like no talks about this. Social media is a cultural preference on how we only perceive the happy and successful parts of our lives. Tumblr is a wonderful example of showing off our money, bags, shoes, vacations from our Sugar Daddies. Life is just perfect, right? But what’s actually going through your mind when a Sugar Daddy gets intimate?

Are there hot sugar daddies out there? Absolutely! However, most are not for the price you want. 

Tonight I went out with Mr. Louboutin. He’s a short, older man, 48 salt and pepper hair, big nose, old man stash… Very sweet and I enjoy conversations with him. Not to mention his pay outs have been pretty good. They range from $500 per meet up (so far) but this was the first time I got intimate with him. 

1)  Acceptance. 

When you first start out as a Sugar baby, you only look for attractive guys. Then slowly but surely it turns into what you can tolerate for the money. 

When I met Mr. Louboutin I thought, yeah sure, I could fuck this guy. The conversation was there, attraction? Eh. it was okay, but for the price and what he offered? Piece of cake. 

2) Anticipation. 

When going out to dinner with an SD you’re not really attracted to, you make up all kinds of bullshit smalltalk to prolong the night so you can escape easier saying, ‘It’s getting late.”  You may also order another drink, dessert, ect.  We’ve all done this. 

Mr. Louboutin and I left the bar and he wanted to “drive me back to my car” even though it was literally a 30 step walk. I got into his car and he started driving around. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do at this point until he drove by a parking garage and said, “We could go in here for a few minutes.” Every story we went up my stomach just turned, like “Oh god… here we go.” 

3) The pep talk. 

Does anyone else do this? You give yourself a little pep talk to prepare you for what’s to come. You think about what exactly you’re going to do, what HOT GUY you’re going to think about when your eyes are closed kissing and doing things, how fast you could probably get him off and how. These were all things going through my mind. 

4) Avoidance. The fight or flight. 

There have been a couple times where I would flight. I just couldn’t and make up some random excuse not to sleep with them. This happens and it’s OKAY. 

This is where closing your eyes and picturing someone else comes into play. You try to tune out their sounds they’re making, or seeing their crusty old dick. (sorry) Since I was in the car I just kept making out with him, or if my eyes were open while getting him off with my hand, I kept my eyes on his. I swear if I would have saw his dick I would have just thrown up. 

5) The Payment 

Thank god most older guys get off pretty fast and the relief is almost what makes it all worth it. $500 for 10 minutes? Not too shabby. 


*** read Part 2 (click for link to post) with my thoughts on this.