i just wanted to let my feelings be known

Reasons to ship Camren…

  • They have matching onesies; Lauren’s one is gray whilst Camila’s is pink.
  • They’re both Cuban.
  • They’re both from Miami, Florida.
  • Both are Latinas.
  • Lauren and Camila got the most solos in The X Factor performances.
  • They are both big fans of One Direction.
  • They both auditioned in Greensboro, North Carolina.
  • They both have a younger sister.
  • They hung out with each other on December 31st, 2012 to January 1st, 2013. They then tweeted a photo of Camila making a funny face and Lauren looking awkward.
  • Spanish was both their first language.
  • They live 15 minutes away from each other.
  • They often switch places with the other girls so they can sit next to each other.
  • They both love to do accents with each other.
  • They often think the same things at the same time.
  • They both have a weakness: Lauren for beanies and Camila for bows.
  • Lauren is the only one who calls Camila Camz.
  • Camila said if Lauren got arrested for something, she would get arrested for being so sweet.
  • They sat right next to each other at a The 1975 concert.
  • They have the same music taste.
  • Lauren said Camila is her “Pink Princess”.
  • Lauren is the “mom”…and Camila is the “father”.
  • Camila thinks Lauren is a “boss of an intelligent opinion”.
  • Camila thinks Lauren “is real”.
  • Camila would switch her mind with Lauren.
  • Lauren would switch her mind with Camila.
  • Camila wanted Lauren to kiss her under the mistletoe.
  • They wear the same “merch” clothes.
  • The way Lauren looks at Camila after she says “Fall, by Ed Sheeran”.
  • Lauren is Camila’s celebrity crush. (Oh … and Camila wants to marry with her celebrity crush ..even if her family doesn’t support the relationship.)
  • Camila would be "Baby Spice” because she is Lauren’s baby.
  • Lauren is the only person who laughs at Camila’s jokes.
  • Camila loves Lern Jerg.
  • Because Lauren helps her when her banana is dead on the floor.
  • Because Lauren helps her when her microphone breaks.
  • Because Lauren ties her shoes.
  • Camila is the sun and Lauren the moon.
  • Because Lauren doesn’t know what else to say but she thinks Camila is pretty fucking Dope!
  • Because Camila has Lauren “written on her”.
  • Because Camila read Lauren’s favorite book.
  • Because Lauren knows that Camila cried reading “Fault in Our Stars”.
  • Because one day Camila and Lauren went to the bathroom together and … that’s the end of the conversation!
  • Because Camila thinks Lauren can sing and is pretty too.
  • Because they have an audience that calls them crazy! (and they call us delusional!)
  • Because both like “so many hot boys”.
  • Because Camila said: “keep the boat floating”.
  • Because Lauren said “It’s Camren, YOOO!.
  • Because Lauren wants someone to love her insecurities…and Camila do!
  • Because Lauren has “the most beautiful emerald eyes in the world”.
  • Because Camila thinks Lauren is “perfect”.
  • Camila tried salmon because Lauren loves sushi.
  • Because Lauren thinks Camila is goofy, not the bad kind goofy, the cute kind goofy.
  • Because Camila loves people from “planet green eyes”.


  • I love you. You’re one of my best friends and I feel like I’ve know you forever. You’re one of the smartest people I know and you’re stuning. I’ve learned a lot from you, just know I’ll always be here for you no matter what!” - Camila on Lauren
  • Happy 16th Birthday little one(: thank you for always being you and being one of the raddest people I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. You’re an incredible person and I’m extremely lucky to have you in my life. Thanks for being there to vent with and even though we haven’t known each other for even a year yet, I feel like you’re the sister God forgot to give me. I love you Camzi(: have a good one babe! 💙😘🎉🎈🎁💙#camren” - Lauren on Camila

  • Happy 17th Birthday to this little nugget right here. I thought this picture was cute so I decided it would suffice. Just wanted to let you know that you’re an amazing beautiful person and I’m glad that you’ve been alive for 17 years and that 2 of them have been spent with the girls and I because idk you’re pretty rad and an amazing friend and fun to have around. I hope you have an amazing day and feel as special today as you deserve to feel everyday. Thanks for always being there for me when I need you and for being your wonderful self(: I LOVE YOU CAMZ” - Lauren on Camila

  • AWHHHHH YAAAY I LOVE YOU UR CUTE 🐏🐟💗🎷” - Camila on Lauren

  • The word I’d use to describe Camila is hmm I’m gonna say cutesy, like also goofy. It’s like both, like the good kind of goofy not the weird kind. Like the cutesy kinda goofy” - Lauren on Camila

  • LERN JERGI. ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY. YOU ARE 18. THIS IS THE MOMENT YOUVE BEEN WAITING FOR. IF YOU STUCK YOUR TONGUE OUT IN THE AIR RIGHT NOW YOU COULD PROBABLY TASTE THE SWEET AND PUNGENT FREEDOM OF DRAGONFLY TATTOOS, NOSE PIERCINGS, AND VOTING RIGHTS. we’ve been through thick and thin in our friendship, and through those thick and thins I’ve gotten blessed enough to experience you as a person. ive gotten to experience your bomb music taste which I am SO HAPPY YOU INTRODUCED ME TO because we have the best time at concerts bonding over bands and there are so many more to come PRAISE JESUS. i can come to you about anything and expect the pure, honest, rare truth and I’ll always be there tell you it’ll be okay when you cry on my shoulder when you feel lonely or hurt. I’ve gotten to see firsthand your incredible sense of justice, when you see that something unfair or wrong has happened, you’ll raise your voice and fight for that person with a bravery that I, and many other people (although they might not admit it) wish they had. i love how passionately you fight for what you think is right and everyone should remind you today and everyday that it’s a strength and not a weakness. i can’t tell you what a comfort it is to know someone like you will stick up for me and have my back, i hope you know i will too. i love you always” - Camila on Lauren

  • Super cute candids taken by a random stranger always make good birthday post pics. HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY CAMILA CABELLO. YOU’RE LEGAL NOW YAYYY!!!!!! You are such a beautiful person inside and out and I’m so thankful that I get to call you my friend. Thanks for all the laughs, for being my shoulder to cry on whenever I’ve needed a friend, for giving amazing sound advice (even though you’re just now considered an adult by the government you’ve been there mentally for a while which I greatly appreciate) I wish you many more years of amazingness and I hope you had the best day with your family. You deserve all the love and happiness the world has to offer and I wish it all upon you for many many years to come. I LOVE YOU CAMZZZZ❤️❤️❤️” - Lauren on Camila

  • HAPPY 19TH LAUREN!! i remember the day you auditioned for X factor seeing a beautiful green eyed girl belt out an Alicia keys song so perfectly i feared for my life. i remember telling my mom "that girl can sing!! and she’s gorgeous too!!” and then you walked out and i told you i loved your shirt remember? HAHAHA. it’s funny how before we even knew how important we were going to be to each other, something in us knew and something in us will always know. i love how fiercely you defend your opinion, i love your strength, your bold independence, and your desire to live life fully. i love that we crack up at each other’s jokes even when nobody else gets them- and i love those moments where we get caught up in talking about a band or a book and we get lost in the conversation like two normal girls in high school that aren’t about to go do something ridiculous like go to an awards show. i will always be there for you when you need someone to vent to, when you want to talk about the overwhelming underwhelmingness of boys that break our hearts or the overwhelming overwhelmingness of when a kiss leaves your head reeling, when i back you up and you need someone to stick up for you, or when you just need someone to understand- we’ve done that for each other in the last 3 years and we will do that for each other forevermore. i love you so much !!!! happy 19th lern jergi!!!!! camila“ - Camila on Lauren

I. Watch those old cliché love story movies
I know you like. Admire the way he kisses
her, holds her eyes in the palm of his hand
like a jewel. Learn from him.

II. Hold me when something seems off.
Press your lips to my forehead as if they are
a band-aid, mend the wound, and promise
not to rip it off too quickly when they part from
my skin. You have always known that I am a
sensitive thing. Adhere to it. Pay attention to
when I need your softness.

III. Here, let me hand you a list of all of the
things I wish you could do, not wish you could
be. This is not an attempt at me trying to change
you, dear, this is an attempt at trying to save
what may have very well been doomed in the
first place. I want you to feel the same fire that
I do. I want you to burn, just as I do. I want you
to feel how it is to be the scarred remains of
what is me, and understand why I yearn for the
kind of healing that I do. I want you to play
surgeon and piece my body back together.

IV. Look over your ex-girlfriend’s text messages
to her current boyfriend. “Good morning,
beautiful”, “I hope you have a wonderful day”,
and “dream sweetly when you sleep” should
come as second nature to you. I once was
this person, and I’ve been drained of all the
adoration I can spare by not receiving it in
return. I am not a flower that can stay in
constant bloom, and if you think I can, then
I’m sorry to tell you, but the garden you are
searching for does not exist in this graveyard of
a girl.

V. I want to feel wanted.
I want to feel wanted.
I want to feel wanted.
Does this help you understand?

—  a list regarding how you can love me as wholly as you want to make it seem // Haley Hendrick
Genuinely caring about somebody a lot, does not guarantee they care about you equally (or at all) in return. Some people will never care about you regardless of what you do or say. So don't assume somebody appreciates you just because you do nice things for them.

This is something that I unfortunately didn’t learn until well into adulthood - It may sound obvious when its spelled out, but when you’re in the actual situation its not always so clear. Most of my life I thought if I really cared about somebody a lot, then they must care about me to some degree in return. It always felt like that connection was so strong it had to be mutual, even if the obvious signs showed otherwise. Despite certain people treating me like dirt and rarely reciprocating, I would do everything I could to make them happy. I would go out of my way to help them, say & do nice things for them, encourage them, etc..with the assumption they’d eventually show their appreciation for me being in their lives. I’d think “how could they not care about me when I make it so obvious how much I care about them? If I just keep trying they’ll come around”. This was especially true for people who maybe showed signs they cared at some point in the past, but weren’t anymore.

What I’ve learned over the years is that a lot of times that reciprocal connection is imagined. The amount you love somebody does not always affect how much they love you back. People can and will use you and your emotions. And just because somebody may have once cared about you in the past, doesn’t mean they still do now or ever will again in the future…theres often nothing you can do to change their feelings through any good deeds or kind words.

I’m not talking about classic “nice guy” syndrome. Not the crush who friend-zoned you that you’re desperately trying to win over by being nice when there should have never been any expectation of feelings to begin with…I’m talking about people who you genuinely feel a meaningful connection with. Whether that be friends, family, or romantic partners.

I wasted a lot of time on people expecting them to suddenly start reciprocating my feelings and actions. I’d be convinced I could win people over (or back over)…including bad friends and former relationships…if I was just nice enough to them and let my feelings be known. Looking back I should have cut my loses far sooner. I should have focused more on finding people who not only cared about me, but wanted to make me happy in return.

Its important not to assume somebody appreciates you just because you love them and do good things for them.You can waste a lot of time and energy focusing on people who will never really care no matter what you do.

Dating Newt Scamander Would Include...

Originally posted by xavatarfan

  • Essentially meeting because of your interests in magical creatures.
    • Imagine him sitting you down and almost flying off the handle as he explains to you about his creatures. He pulls out his incomplete book, and points to things and facts excitedly, telling you with happy eyes how excited he was that he found someone who enjoyed them equally.
    • You smile widely at him as he comes to a stop, rubbing the back of his neck, now suddenly nervous and aware that you had been watching him acting so crazed.
    • While secretly, you admired his expressions and his attitude 
  • Newt showing you the inside of his case, and smiling to himself as he watches you excitedly run around, pointing at creatures you knew, and asking questions about creatures you weren’t quite sure about.
    • Your curiosity and liveliness makes him feel alive himself.
    • You and he sitting in front of the Bowtruckle, watching as he tries to convince Pickett that everything is okay, and that they’re not bullying him. Your focus is on Newt completely though. 
      • Seeing him so selfless and so caring for creatures that people think are dangerous makes your heart flutter.
      • He smiles at Pickett, and you smile at him. Newt turns his head and looks at you, now vicariously aware of how close you are. He clears his throat, sets Pickett on his shoulder and looks forward, shuffling his arms awkwardly.
  • You starting to refer to the newborn creatures as Newt and yours. “Our Children” “our babies” because you are spending so much time with them, that’s what it felt like they were.
    • Probably makes him blush.
      • It does.
  • Newt never being able to stand still around you.
    • Either he’s playing with his hands, jumping from one foot to another, or is making obscure gestures, he still finds it slightly difficult to stand still around you because he’s not completely sure what it is he’s feeling for you.
      • Also, avoiding eye contact as usual.
      • Though lately, you have noticed that he’s making more of an effort of maintaining eye contact for longer than his usual second.
  • Newt feeling the instant connection to you, though he’s worried that you don’t feel it as well.
    • If anything, Newt is just really nervous that he’s going to annoy you, or make you hate him.
    • Of course, you do feel something warm for him but you’re too shy to actually bring it up with him.
  • Newt probably wondering why exactly you want to be his friend.
    • He honestly, at times, thinks you just pity him.
    • He constantly asks, “do I not annoy you?”
    • “Is this too weird for you?”
    • “I have been known to annoy people quite frequently.”
    • “People do find me to be a bit… Eccentric if you will.”
  • Probably lets it slip that he wants to take you on a date in a way that he wasn’t expecting.
    • If you don’t think it involved one of the many mating dance he knows then?
    • “You make me feel so…” 
      • He danced. Hoping you’d understand, to which, you didn’t and it ended with him laying on the ground, murmuring, “I just want to take you out on a date, at least once. I thought my mating dance would work—”
  • Having the pleasure of watching him adapt to getting comfortable and affectionate around you.
    • The man is a fan of forehead kisses, knuckle kisses and holding hands.
      • Especially holding hands. He probably still asks to hold yours even when you told him that he doesn’t need to ask.
      • Has this habit of always stretching an arm out to touch you. Whether or not he’s making actual contact, or if he’s just ghosting his fingertips around your aura, he feels the need to be close to you know that he knows it’s okay.
      • Convincing him to let you tie his bowtie rather than using magic. “It’s a no-maj thing, but I like helping you.”
      • The two of you enjoying each others company. 
      • Cuddles, while he reads from his unfinished book about the research he had done that day.
  • Your first kiss not being perfect.
    • It was actually a rather fumbling, awkward situation. You butted heads with one another, you almost fell over.
    • But the moment Newt finally cupped your cheeks in his hands, and pressed his lips against yours, you felt the entire world fall away.
    • Soft, gentle and lingering kisses are his favorite, though he can honestly admit the occasional rough, more dominated sort are a surprise every once and a while.
    • Imagine him whispering things against your lips as he holds you close, his hands resting on the small of your back.
    • Newt kissing your nose, following every kiss on the lips.
    • You kissing the freckles on his face.
  • He totally gives you his jacket when you complain about the cold.
    • It drowns you, but you love the color, and it’s always so warm compared to you. 
      • When Newt insists you give it back, because it’s no longer cold, you refuse and lay on it.
  • Running your fingers through his soft, thick hair.
    • Occasionally, when he lets you, the two of you sit together and you tangle flowers into his hair. 
      • He finds it really relaxing. It’s even more so when he lays his head into your lap and shuts his eyes to focus on your hands running through his hair.
  • If you don’t think Niffler somehow got a hold of your engagement ring that Newt bought a few nights ago then?
    • Poor Newt probably had a heart attack when he couldn’t find it.
      • The stare-down he had with Niffler was intense until he finally gave in.
        • With a certain look, the creature admitted to taking it.

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Parker Is... In Love?

Pairing: Kai Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1,402

Description: Damon Salvatore discovers that Kai Parker’s only weakness is you. He wants to use it to his advantage to get revenge for his own lover Elena, so he decides to play a game of matchmaker, only for his plan to backfire when he discovers your true feelings for him. 

Warnings: Mentions of character death, major fluff.

Request: Hey I was wondering if possibly you could write something really mushy with either Kai Parker from Tvd’s or Sam Winchester. Like where they both are in love with eachother but neither wants to tell the other and either maybe Cas spills the beans or Damon. Thank you 😊

A/N: This is explained at first from Damon’s perspective of Kai and then transitions, but I just really love talking about Kai so, I hope you enjoy :)

Requests are open :)

Originally posted by sssssssim

Damon Salvatore was never fond of Kai Parker. He was the one person who single handedly destroyed his happiness. For a long time Damon was joyful and filled with life (ironically), able to take on the world.

Then Kai put his girlfriend in a coma and killed his best friend’s wife.

However, his time Damon held an advantage on Kai, he knew his deepest secret.

Kai Parker, the man who didn’t hold an ounce of humanity in him, was in love.

Present day Damon was now standing in front of Kai, who was begging to be let in past his front door. 

“Damon please let me in so we can talk about this.”

Kai pleaded, sounding like a dramatic teen who just cheated on his girlfriend. He only wanted Damon to forget, and conversations like these have been occurring ever since Kai found out that Damon had known about his feelings towards you.

“Listen Kai, I don’t care what you have to say about anything. You need to stay away from me and my friends, especially (Y/N). Now, goodbye!”

Damon slammed the door in his face and rolled his eyes, angered by the fact that Kai Parker even thought he could have a girl like you.

You were nice and caring, always wished to put your friends first and wanting nothing less. Everyone was able to see you bright personality, which always shined through the dark times of life.

But, when Damon slammed the door on Kai, he didn’t take notice of your car pulling into the driveway. 

As you walked along the pathway towards the front door, you noticed Kai standing with his back facing you and his hands on either side of the door frame.

“Kai? What are you doing here?”

You asked causing him to jump and look back at you. He gave you a shy smile and straightened out his shirt and jacket out of nervousness, you mirrored his grin and took a step up onto the porch.

“Hey, (Y/N)! I’m was just trying to get Damon to talk to me but I got the door slammed in my face again. The usual. What are you doing here?”

Kai crossed his arms and started to fidget with his feet in an attempt to shake off his nerves.

“I just came to check up on Damon and Stefan, and to drop off this.”

You held up a first edition copy of Romeo and Juliet, which you borrowed from the boy’s unused extensive library.

“Oh I see, well I hope I’ll see you around then, sometime?”

He said in an attempt to sound casual.

“Yeah I’ll see you around.”

You said with a smile as you knocked on the large wooden door. You heard Damon’s footsteps, and apparently so did Kai, for he rushed out of the Salvatore’s yard and drove away.

“Kai I told you- oh hey (Y/N). Come in.”

You entered the house and presented the book to Damon, seeing Stefan sitting in the couch and joining him there.

“So I bumped into Kai on your porch.”

You stated, wanted to know why Kai was so desperately trying to talk to your long time friend. Stefan grunted and  placed down the cup off coffee he had made for himself.

“Is he never going to give up?”

Stefan directed towards Damon, you still unclear about the topic of conversation.

“Why does he keep bothering you guys? Does he want to apologize?”

You asked Damon as he walked over to the couch and poured himself a glass of whisky.

“I guess so, the bastard says he’s in love with you and wants to make amends to win you over.”

Your heart sped up from the indirect confession, for you have had feelings towards him for quite sometime, only suppressing them because of his violent past.

The good in people was never hidden from you view, and you got to see that goodness in Kai more than anyone else. This caused you to develop some feelings for him, plus you always had a thing for bad boys with a heart.

“No! No, no, no! (Y/N), you are not attracted to him! You are not allowed to be! He is evil!”

Damon exasperated, putting his whisky down before he spilt it.


“Did you forget I can hear your heart beating? It’s a no from me, you are not allowed to run into his toned arms!”

He looked over to Stefan for some back up, only for Stefan to unfold the newspaper and took back his coffee, drawing his eyes away from his older brother and friend. 

“Are you kidding me? Help me out here.”

Damon spoke defeatedly, still over exaggerating his speech.

“Hey, if Elena could see the good in you after all you’ve done the same goes for (Y/N) and Kai.”

Stefan muttered from his makeshift newspaper shield.

At a loss for words, Damon grunted and walked away. You were left sitting next to Stefan on the couch, while he read his newspaper. In a way to acknowledge Stefan’s defense, you raise a small fist up, which he fist bumped back.

* * *

Not wanting to go against your best friend of five years you remained distance from Kai. However, everyday you would go to the Salvator house and try to persuade Damon to see your side of things.

Little did you know, Kai was doing the same thing, just after you left.

Eventually, soon after your feelings towards each other became apparent, Damon caved in.

“Listen Damon you know I’ll just keep coming back! Stefan made a good point! Plus, you said he wanted to apologize to you, he would probably want to fix things and-”

“Okay! Okay, I get it! Just sit on the couch and wait ten minutes, just trust me.”

After getting a response from Damon, you listened and sat on the couch, curious as to what would happen next.

Just as he said, ten minutes later a knock cam from the door. Damon placed his hand on the handle and looked back at you, opening the door to reveal Kai.

“Damon I think it’s about time that you-”

Annoyed, Damon grabbed his shirt sleeve and dragged him inside, closing the door behind him. Then he brought him over to where you sat and pushed his towards you.

“I’ve had it from you two, I am so sick and tired of hearing about how much you deserve to give the other a chance! I mean really, I literally have time to waste but this nonsense is slowly killing me! Do me a favor and just make out already!”

As he was walking away, Kai spoke out.

“Wait what?”

Pausing and turning around, Damon spoke again.

“You love her, she loves you. Just stop bothering me.”

Kai looked back over to you shyly, both of your cheeks covered in a light blush.

“Um, I was trying to apologize to Damon for all the things that I’ve done for a while now. I just was hoping if I got on good terms with him you would see that I was worthy of your attention.”

He confessed, sitting down next to you.

“I’m surrounded by vampires and werewolves, what you did hurt my friends and I but I find that with forgiveness amends can be made.”

You responded to Kai, he smiled and took your had in his, running his thumb over your knuckles. 

“I think I’ve known for a long time you’ve always treated me differently than the others, they all looked at me with hate while you looked at me with sympathy.”

“I like to think I see the good in people and you weren’t an acceptation.”

You both smiled and laugh, your hand never leaving his.

“Can I just kiss you now?”

Kai said biting his lip, while you just leaned in to capture his kiss. 

You moved your hand away from his and placed it on his cheek, while he moved his to your waist, never breaking away from your lips. 

When you two broke apart, Kai pulled you into him and wrapped his arms around you, wanting to close the distance between you and him.

“My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.”

“Did you just quote Romeo and Juliet?”

“I thought it was fitting.”

Loneliness - Hannah Baker - Zach's tape

You’re going to tell me this one’s no big deal, but let me tell you about being lonely. Humans are social species, we rely on connections to survive. Even the most basic social interactions help keep us alive. Statistics prove the subjective feeling of loneliness can increase the likelihood of premature death by 26%. If it sounds like I’m quoting something from a school textbook, I am. Too bad nobody bothered to read it; and let me tell you there are all kinds of ways to feel lonely. I am not talking the garden-variety lonely in a crowd lonely. That’s everyone, every day. And it’s not the when will I find love kind of lonely or that the popular kids are mean to me kind of lonely. The popular kids are always mean, that’s how they get popular. I know, Ironic. Old news. The kind of lonely I’m talking about, is when you feel like you’ve got nothing left. Nothing and no one. Like your are drowning and no one will throw you a line. Well, when the subject of this tape worked his sneaky magic. That’s what I was feeling, and when you’re that kind of lonely, you reach for anything, no matter how silly it may seem; and communications class could be supremely silly as you know. Sometimes the silly things can mean more than anyone knows. We all need it, human contact and communications class, crazy as it was, was human contact for me. Until someone in this class cut my lifeline, someone who is known for being sweet. I’ll tell you who it is, but you’re going to have to wait. Just like I did. I am going to play mind games with you, just like you played with me. It happened after Valentine’s Day, when you really feel that lack of human contact. Especially when you make contact with the wrong human. That’s a whole new level of lonely, but through it all you still want to believe there are good guys in the world. You were kind that night, you just sat there letting me ignore you, until it was almost comical. You were so sweet, just like Kat said once upon a time, so sweet. Well, welcome to your tape, Zach. For those of you who aren’t Zach, you can relax, for now at least as for you Zack,I wonder if you ever felt what it’s like to be lonely, like I did that day? Is it even possible to know, when you’re one of the most popular jocks and not one of those kids that sits alone in the cafeteria hiding behind a book? Have you ever noticed us? You said something stupid Zach, and I yelled at you, big deal. You should’ve let it go, but you didn’t let it go. You didn’t like that someone told you no, because guys like you get everything you want, right? Maybe you think you deserve everything you get and more. Maybe you just used to hearing the cheers of the crowd. Maybe you can’t imagine what it feels like to be on the sidelines Zach, like most of us are. You can’t imagine why a little piece of paper could mean so much. Maybe you don’t know what it’s like to need a lifeline Zack. The day after you insulted me in the cafeteria my compliment bag was empty. Not even a cute bunny. By the end of the second week, I knew that something was up. Maybe I should’ve let it go, but I didn’t. I wrote you a letter. I poured my heart out about personal things, I didn’t have the courage to admit to anyone; how hard life is getting, how lonely I felt and how the stupid compliments actually meant something to me. And then I set my trap. I was hoping, once you read the letter, you’d get it. You’d realize how much I needed those silly things you were stealing from me, but I guess I wasn’t even worth a reaction. Why me Zach, why me? I’d texted you, Jessica, and you said you would come and then you didn’t. I get it Jess, I gave you a ride home that didn’t make us friends again. So I guess I didn’t have any friends at all anymore. You had to know I wrote that note Zack and you said nothing. You let everyone think it was Skye, why didn’t you speak up. See I have this theory Zach, I have this theory that you’re lonely too. Could that be possible? What kind of lonely could the great Zack Dempsey possibly feel? Maybe that kind, when you think that no one truly sees you? I know that kind of lonely, do you? No one knows what’s really going on in another person’s life and you’ll never know how what you do will affect someone else; and if that goes for me it must go for everyone. Even cheerleaders.

‘The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess’ sentence meme

Send one to my muse for their reaction

  • “Can you at least promise me this? Just come home safely.”
  • “If there is anything you desire, then I shall desire it, too.”
  • “What? Say something! Am I so beautiful you’ve no words left?”
  • “I want you to do me a favor. I can’t give you the details now, but it will be easy.”
  • “You heard me! So get out of here!”
  • “Welcome to my castle.”
  • “So, this is the one for whom you were searching…”
  • “Ha. Such conceit.”
  • “I follow the strongest side!… That is all I have ever known.”
  • “I want to thank you for being so kind to someone like me… Someone you don’t even know.”
  • “Sorry, but as romantic as this is, I’m not going to stay here with you, I’m getting out!”
  • “…You were imprisoned? I am sorry.”
  • “This village is full of idiots.”
  • “We can’t just let this goat eat the letter!”
  • “Do you ever feel a strange sadness as dusk falls?”
  • “To defy the gods with such petty magic, only to be cast aside… How very pathetic.”
  • “It’s such a nice melody…”
  • “Ewww… That wasn’t good for my appetite…”
  • “Your heart and mine were as one, however briefly.”
  • “The howls of the beasts… they’ve faded into silence.”
  • “An impressive-looking blade… but nothing more.”
  • “Those who do not know the danger of wielding power will, before long, be ruled by it… never forget that.”
  • “So, you’re not absolutely stupid after all!”
  • “Yes… This feels so familiar…”
  • “Oh, but listen to me blather on! I have a favor to ask.”

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

“Nurse!” “Nurse!” “Nurse!”

That’s how it was for you all day. No one cared to learn your name. You were simply a nurse to them and you had an obligation to tend to their needs. You liked your job but some days it was just so draining. Your shift seemed like it would never finish.

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this time, last year, i cut my hair short and shorter. i stopped being angry, i spent my money on paint, i walked a lot, bought old books and a blanket and found a spot to devour language, or i tried to because language is not that easy, sometimes it hurts you and you let it, sometimes you’re the one that writes hurt and some people will tell you it heals them somehow, even just a little bit, which i think is good. this time last year, i stopped pretending i was okay, i started talking about what bothers me, i started talking, i started talking, i started talking, not about everything yet, but i think it’s a good start. i don’t want my bestfriend telling me, “kharla, sometimes i feel like i don’t even know you. you keep things and i’ve known you for a long time.” it’s the truth. i keep things, i’ve gotten good at telling people happy stories so they don’t ask questions. “are you okay?” “what was your childhood like?” “who hurt you?” “how much did they hurt you?” “how deeply?” i’ve gotten good at building walls that even i couldn’t break them. this time, last year, i stopped pretending everything was alright with me, i let myself cry, i started saying sorry to the people i care about, i let myself cry, i hugged my sister for the first time and we both cried, i talked to my mom crying, i talked to my older sister crying, i told my brother it wasn’t his fault, i talked to my dad about the last time he got angry. this time last year, i started forgiving myself, i started telling myself that it wasn’t my fault too. it’s wasn’t my fault. it isn’t my fault.

This woman around my age (20s) came up to my register and before I started the transaction, she picked up one of her things and said she wanted it left out.

I thought it was kinda weird cause it was like an instant steam veggie pack but I’m a cashier… people are weird… nothing phases me anymore. So I say ok.

And people leave things out a lot to begin with… heck I’ll even ask them. “Do you want your drink/snack/chapstick/small item left out or do you want it in a bag?”

So nothing weird there at all despite what the actual item was and even then like… whatever, don’t care.

Anyways, I scan things and I scan the package, and place it in front of her on the counter and bag the rest of her things. Let it also be known that we have a large monitor that faces the customer at our registers, so they can see what’s being rung up and the price.

Well, she pays and everything is fine, but when she starts walking away I see she’s forgotten her veggie packet. So I say, “m'am, don’t forget this!”

She turns around and says she didn’t want it.

It was anticlimactic because I apologized like 3 times and she said it was fine and just ended up taking it. I feel really bad… but I also feel like it’s not my fault.

There were so many opportunities to see that I misunderstood her and to clarify… starting with saying “I decided I don’t want this.” Instead of telling me to leave it out? Idk.

It honestly wasn’t that big of a deal but something that I kinda felt bad but mostly confused about. Please, be clear and pay attention to what’s going on when you’re checking out if you can!

A Year Ago Today

Pic by Roxanne Garcia-Bell

Full disclosure, I kind of hate the Prince related “a year ago today” and “I was there” posts in regard to the events of the past year. I am not a mourner or a “sad about Prince passing” person…and even kind of roll my eyes at the sad face emoji reactions on every post with his face on it. For me I’d much rather celebrate his life and be happy that we got to experience his work.

So I was taken aback by all the emotion I felt on seeing the April 14th concert poster someone posted to Tumblr.

And the emotions I felt driving in to work today while listening to my customary mix of his songs…as I do EVERY morning to get pumped for the workday.

And the emotions I’m feeling now when realizing the annoyance about the mourning is a symptom of my own emotional repression…and how letting some of it through now is a lot…

So I’m writing it out to help defuse…

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I used to feel you in everything.
That’s just how it was with us; it didn’t matter the distance or the circumstances, you were just there.
Then slowly, life began to throw us curve balls and we juggled them the best we could while still holding on to each other.
It was okay for a while.
Then came the day that you looked me in the eyes, and I knew that the damage was too deep, and you wanted to let go.
I should’ve let you.

I should’ve held my head high, and smiled and said goodbye, because I should’ve known that I didn’t need you.
I should’ve known I was stronger than you were making me feel.
I should’ve known that I deserved better.
I should’ve known.

I don’t feel you anymore.
I don’t sense you thinking about me, or wonder if you’re going to call.
I am no longer waiting for you to change your mind.
I am better than that.
I am better than you.

Someday, somebody is going to be proud to call me his, and you are going to wish it was you.
Someday, you will realize that you should’ve fought for me.
Someday, you will call me, and someday I will not answer.

Thank you for showing me my worth.
Thank you for teaching me how to let you go.

Why Me? (Saeran/MC)

He stood still while staring at her, who was standing in front of him. The snow fell down in between them from the night sky. His mint green eyes widened under his frown. A cloud of air smoke was made everytime he breathed.


His voice raised. Breaking through the quiet, chilly night.

“Why me?”

She stared at him. He looked like he was told that his brother had just abandoned him… again. But that was not the case. That was never the case. It was something else. Something that made her take a step closer to him.

“Because you deserve it.”

She took another step on top of piling snow on the ground. Her eyes never left his. He looked even more nervous than before.

“What are you… what are you talking about? Are you crazy? Are you making fun of me?”

She took another step. And another. And another. And another. Until there was barely any distance between them.

“How… how dare you! My situation, my life, myself… they had never been funny to begin with!”

She challenged him with her stare. “Who says that I’m making fun of you? Do you see me laughing?”

He said nothing for a while. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, she was right. How did he come up with that accusation of her? Now that he thought about it, he made no sense whatsoever. But still…

“I… I don’t get it… why me?”

“Well, why not?”

His eyes widened. He couldn’t believe his ears. He hoped that somehow, a giant snowflake had entered his ears, disrupting his hearing, dispersing her words. Because there was no way that she really said what he thought she had said.

“…You’re sick. You’re insane. It’s not me all this time. It’s you.”

“You can call me whatever you want. But I’ll stick to my words.”

He looked away. He couldn’t stare at her any longer. Otherwise he would crumble. He gazed at the snow on his sneakers. So white, so pure, so clean. How he wished he was like that, too. So that he didn’t have to deal with what he was dealing with at the moment.

“You know damn well what happened. I was a horrible person right from the start,” he put his hands inside the pockets of his jeans. “If you still care about your own existence, I should be the last person you said those words to.”

She crossed her arms. “Didn’t you hear? I’ll stick to my words. And by words I mean feelings.”

He stared at her again. His green eyes flashed. “What the hell is wrong with you? I had almost killed you! I could have blown the place where you’ve stayed!” He screamed.

She still stared at him. Unaffected.

“If it wasn’t for Saeyoung and all of RFA, you… you would have died in my hands! Not only that! You… you have no idea how I had always wanted to kidnap and torture you for my own advantage! You… you’re nothing but a worthless piece of bait for me!”

Silence. He tried to catch his breath, recovering himself from his anger. While she just watched him going through that process.

“You’re done?”

“W… what?”

“I guess it’s my turn now.” She took a deep breath, and looked deep into his mint eyes. “You’re right. I know damn well what happened. From the beginning until this very second… I know what happened.”

His frown deepened.

“But being here knowing everything, being your worthless piece of bait makes me realize something. That all the things you’ve said just before… none of that had been done by you.”

His eyes widened.

“That’s not you. That’s just what another person wants you to be.”

His breaths became slower.

“It is ironic, I know. But the more I know you, more time I spend with you, and the longer I’m watching you… the more I realize that you hadn’t been yourself in your past.”

Her gaze softened. “Stop thinking that you’re the same bad guy that blows up people’s place. That’s not you. That’s not the real you. You are forced to be that evil guy.”

He looked down to the ground. “How… how can you be so sure about that?”

She smiled. “Well, it’s been almost a year since you joined RFA but I’m still here. Alive and well, standing in front of you.” She said. “You had your chances to hurt me, abuse me, torture me, kill me… but you never did any of those things. Why? If you’re such a bad guy, why do you let me live?”

He said nothing. Because he wasn’t sure about it. He wasn’t even sure about himself either. She was right. Why? Why didn’t he take away her life? If he did, she would not have been able to disturb him like she did now.

He could have made her suffer until her last breath. But he didn’t. Why? She was just a worthless piece of bait for him anyway…

Or was she?

“Jumin Han can get you everything you want with his wealth. He’ll treat you like a princess,” he said after a few seconds. He still looked down at the ground. “Hyun can give you all the love you want. Yoosung is a very nice person. Why not them? Or anyone else? Why me? What do you expect from me?”

She sighed, but with a smile. “If you think that it only takes either money or kindness to care about someone, you’re wrong. But I understand. Since you still have a lot to learn about this world.” She said. “I do not expect anything from you. You don’t have to do anything for me.”

He lifted his head, but he still couldn’t stare at her. “Stop it. You know you’re better than that.” He sneered at her. “Why the hell would you give your feelings for someone who’s just as broken and damaged as a shattered mirror like me?”

She took one step closer towards him. Until she could feel his breath. “Just because something is broken and or damaged, does not mean it can’t be repaired. That something… it was beautiful once.” Her voice deepened. “I believe in you. I know that deep inside, you have a wonderful heart.”

He finally, stared at her. “Unbelievable.”

They stared at each other for some time. More snow fell down, and wind blew. The sky went darker and it only got quieter. Cold. “I dare you. I dare you to kill me right here, right now. If you don’t want to accept me, just kill me.” She said, kind of like an ultimatum. “Show me. Show me that I’m wrong. Show me that I should leave you alone. Show me your true self.”

His eyes darkened. There was it. His one good chance to wipe her off the world. Great. He didn’t have to deal with her and her stupid train of thoughts anymore. Excellent. That realization made him giddy with excitement.

Shortly after, his hands were on her neck. He began strangling her. His grip became stronger and stronger until she found herself struggling to breathe. But she didn’t stop him. Instead, she smiled. He was strangling her but she smiled. Just how moronic could she be?

“Your… your hands…” she whispered. “Your hands… are… cold…”

With the last bits of power that was still left in her, she moved her hands on top of his. She held his hands–hands that were strangling her–very weakly. She didn’t held him to stop him. She held him to warm him up under the vicious cold weather. At least she tried to.

Then suddenly, it hit him. His eyes widened, and he stopped gripping her neck altogether. She breathed a sigh of relief. His hands were still there on her neck, with her hands holding his. He stared at her, who was looking at the ground while catching her breath.

He had almost done it. He had almost ended her life. He had almost killed someone, a woman, with his own hands. The only thing that stood between her and her death was his mind. He changed it in last seconds. He decided to keep her alive.


“I know it… I’m right…” she said. Then she stared at his mint green eyes. “You are never a bad person. No matter how much you want to be a bad person, no matter how much you believe yourself to be a bad person, you are not.”

His gaze softened. It all changed now. His brain had flipped a hundred and eighty degrees. It happened within seconds. He was beyond confused. How? Why? He didn’t understand what happen with himself.

Was there a chance that he might change his mind again?

He observed what was served in front of him. His hands on her neck while she was holding onto them… why did he find it… soothing? It actually made him feel better, for some reason he couldn’t explain. Even better than if those hands of his were squeezing her neck. Much better.

He didn’t want the moment to stop. His hands felt warm because of her. That warmth spread all over his body. More snow fell down. He didn’t care. If the snow was the reason for her to keep him warm, then the sky shall bring all the snow down.

What was this strange feeling inside of him? He said nothing but he asked himself so many questions in his head. Maybe the answer was already there in front of him from the start. He just didn’t want to acknowledge it.

He wasn’t done questioning everything when she suddenly hugged him in a blink of an eye. He was taken aback at first. He was flustered, confused, surprised, everything he could think of.

He felt everything but hatred, disgust, basically any negativity. It was strange because usually, negativity was the first thing that came to his mind everytime he woke up.

“You’re so warm… just like I thought you were…” she said softly. She closed her eyes as she leaned her head on his chest. “I can feel it… I can hear it… your heart… your heart that is beating…”

He stopped breathing for some moment. He did not return her hug, but he also didn’t want her to let go of him. He wouldn’t say he liked it, he just felt better because of it. Like a part of his pain had been lifted off his chest.

“I know it… I’ve always known you have a kind and beautiful heart. I’ve always known you are a warm person on the inside. All this time it’s just a feeling, but now… I can say that for sure.” She said as she breathed. “I see it with my own eyes, hear it with my own ears, and feel it with my own soul.”

Again, he said nothing. And did nothing. But he didn’t feel nothing. He felt something. Something that reminded him of his happy times in his youth. Times that weren’t so many.

She looked up to him, and he knew it. He gave in. He looked down to her. Their eyes met. She could have sworn that she had never seen eyes so calm, and a gaze so soft. Shortly after that, their lips met.

He was surely had never been kissed before. She knew it. But she wouldn’t complain. His lips were soft, moist, and… warm. She hoped that their warm kiss had the ability to melt his ice cold thoughts about himself aside from keeping themselves warm under the freezing weather.

The kiss lasted for five seconds, but it felt like eternity. Once again they stared at each other right after she pulled away. Under the falling snow, they found a fireplace in each other.

She smiled. “I… love you…”


“I love you.”

“Why? Why me?”

“Because you deserve it. You deserve to be loved. You deserve each and every love in this world.”

“I don’t get it… why?”

“You’re a good person and you know it. I care about you and I will save you. I will be your true savior, bringing you back to who you are.”


“I love you.”

The End

P.S: Another Saeran fan fiction! Yay! Comments are appreciated~!

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things you said you loved about me

Daryl Dixon never thought he would be in this kind of position. 

Laying in bed like this, with Paul draped over him, the two of them naked, and caressing each other with soft touches and gentle kisses. Not worrying about the run for tomorrow, or that they were due to babysit little baby Rhee in twenty minutes. Daryl didn’t have a care in the world right now. 

Daryl was on his back, one arm behind him and the other around Paul, who was kissing Daryl’s shoulder and chest, occasionally stretching out for his neck. He was kissing any bit of skin he could find, but his hand was being more daring and tracing Daryl’s hip bones, his nails leaving a fire in their wake. 

“Really?” Daryl asked, looking down at him. “We just finished.”

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Birthday surprise // Minghao

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word count: 1408

Pairing: Reader x Minghao (The8)

Description: You have had a childhood crush on Minghao, and you spend all day cooking his favourite food on his birthday, but once again he fails to acknowledge your feelings…

Y/N’s POV //
You were in bed watching videos on your phone, and as soon as it hit midnight you immediately text Minghao:
‘Happy Birthday chinguuu~’

You felt a warm fuzzy feeling inside thinking about him, you two had been friends since you were very young, you loved everything about him, his amazing sense of humour, and how he was so cute but elegant all at the same time. You thought about how he had changed so much over the past few years, how he had gone from being a carefree teenager, to extremely sophisticated, helping his father run their family business. All these years you had secretly liked him, but you were too scared to tell him, you felt almost as if he didn’t care…

The next day you got ready super early, and made your way to Minghao’s apartment, and as expected he had already left for work, early. You both had the keys to each other’s apartments, as you both spent a lot of time together, but all your attempts for making Minghao accept your feelings for him had failed, and so today you were going to try yet again.

You wanted to decorate his apartment, and make his favourite meal to surprise him when he came home from work, you imagined how perfect the evening would be, just you and him, and maybe you would gain the courage to blatantly tell him your feelings after him seeing the effort you had put in for him.

After decorating the lounge in various birthday decorations; banners, balloons, and other ceiling hanging decorations, you finally collapsed on his sofa, worn out. After a short break, watching some youtube videos , you set to work making his favourite food, and it took a really long time, you felt yourself aching from standing in the kitchen too long, and the heat certainly wasn’t helping. You eventually set the table, for the two of you, and then went to the local bakery to collect his birthday cake. Once you arrived at his apartment again, you took the cute cake out of the box and set it in the middle of the table, and put his favourite wine on the table also, as well as some cute flowers which you had picked up from the florist on the way.

After everything was done, you stopped and admired all of your hard work, you couldn’t help but smile, you were so excited to see his reaction, he told you that as soon as work had finished up, he would be straight home, you sat on the dining table chair, and looked up at the clock. It was 8pm, and he was going to be here any second now, you felt the adrenaline rush through your body, goose bumps appearing on your skin.

You rushed upstairs to the spare bedroom you always stayed in when you slept over, and put on a velvet blue dress, some heels, and a bit of perfume. After fixing your hair in the mirror, you looked at the small cute necklace around your neck, and held it smiling; it was the one Minghao had given you for your last birthday. You thought about the present you had got him, a new watch, and you wondered if he’d like it, if he would always wear it, and think about you?

Another hour had passed, and you slumped in your chair, your eyes feeling heavy, he shouldn’t be this long you thought. You decided to call him, and after the phone ringing for so long, he didn’t even answer. Maybe he was still driving you thought; you didn’t want to disturb him so you continued to wait, in silence.
You hadn’t realised that you’d fallen asleep waiting, but when you heard the door abruptly open, you quickly picked your head up off the table, and looked at the clock, your eyes still adjusting to the light. It was 10pm, you felt your heart sink a little, but it was better late than never you thought. Maybe he had been to see his family, after all you hadn’t told him that you had made him dinner and was waiting, you wanted it to be a surprise.

You ran out of the dining room, your heels quickly clicking on the shiny white tiles, “Happy b-” you began, but then your heart stopped at what you saw. Minghao, still looking striking in his suit, was stumbling, drunk, giggling, and his hand was around the waist of a girl, her face full of makeup, her lipstick smudged, she too was giggling. You felt your heart break at the sight, your throat went dry, the back of your eyes were stinging so much, and several tears stained your cheeks involuntarily. They both just walked straight past you as if you were a ghost, and as you watched them walk up the stairs together, speechless, you failed to believe that once again Minghao had failed to acknowledge your feelings and your efforts, despite everything you had done for him, all the times you had spent together he just wasn’t interested. You hadn’t felt so hurt before in your life, were you not enough for him?
The next morning you woke to your phone ringing, you opened your eyes groaning in frustration, but when you hastily picked your phone up off your bedside table, you saw that it was Minghao, and you instantly rolled your eyes in frustration, ignoring him, slamming your phone back down, but like the stubborn pabo he was he just kept calling. You left your phone there and decided to have a shower and get dressed, once you had done you put your hair up into a messy bun, and went downstairs to do some studying.
You felt so frustrated and claustrophobic indoors, and so decided to go to the local coffee shop that was around 10 minutes away from your apartment, you needed the fresh air after all. After putting your shoes and coat on, you left, and the cold morning air hit you, finally waking you up properly, and as you were walking, your hands in your pockets, you heard someone call your name, stopping you in your tracks. You hesitantly turned around knowing exactly whose voice that belonged to, it was Minghao.

“y/n!” he shouted running towards you, you hated to admit that he looked so extremely handsome, but you were still so angry and hurt from yesterday, you were really not in the mood for talking to him at the moment. “y/n” he repeated, but you looked at the ground, not replying.
“Erm…I saw everything you did for me, thanks y/n you really didn’t have to, and I’m sorry I didn’t get to spend time with you yesterday..” he slightly slurred, obviously still not fully recovered from last night, you looked up to meet his eyes, he ran a hand through his soft hair. “Do you want to do something today?” he asked, as though nothing had happened.

“No Minghao, I don’t” you let out, rather bluntly, he furrowed his eyebrows, shocked at your unusual tone of voice. “I just want to be left alone, I’m sick and tired of showering you with my love, but do you not think it hurts when you just walk through me like a ghost? I’m fed up of waiting on you, for expecting things that I’m never going to get, for loving you with all my heart, but getting absolutely nothing back”, your voice was trembling, hands shaking like crazy. His height was towering over you, and just stared wide eyed and shocked. As you slowly turned around to walk away, a huge lump in your throat, you let out a huge sigh of frustration, but you suddenly felt someone grab you by the arm and turn you around.

You were so taken aback, Minghao looked deep into your eyes, his eyes slightly red, “y/n I’ve known you all my life, do you not think I know about your feelings for me? I feel the same way, you’re everything I could wish for, I just never want to hurt you that’s all, you deserve so much more than me” his voice was so placid, and you froze, unable to process what he had just said, “but you said-” he cut you off by crashing his lips into yours, and although you wanted to push him off you, you felt yourself kissing him back…

Sam’s Truth

Summary: After your dad says some nasty things, Sam comforts you.

Italics are the other end of a phone convo.

Betas: @talesoftheimpala @winchester-with-wings 

W.C. 1417

Tag Forevers(let me know if you want to be added!): @quilliamfears @animefanatic1728 @castihelloboys @autoblocked @wayward-wheels @cestladoulerexquise 

Rest of the tags at the bottom

Notes: lots of parental angst lately for me so I wanted to get some of it out with some fluffy Sam stuff. Feedback appreciated! Find it on AO3 here. Might write a second part, morning after smut, if I get enough feedback!

Having Sam Winchester by your side when the rest of your family was telling you to go to hell was the best thing that could have happened to you.

Sam Winchester was the world’s kindest, most burdened soul, and he took on the pain of everyone that he came into contact with, hoping to ease some of their suffering.

When you first met Sam, you’d been taking down a rugaru and he and his brother burst in just as you were firing off the flame shots. Dean and you had teamed up before. When you were both younger, and you’d heard stories of the infamous Sammy, but meeting the man was an entirely different story. Dean had said Sam was tall, but tall was an understatement. Standing 5’4”, you weren’t exactly tall yourself, but Sam towered over you by at least a foot, and you felt like a dwarf. Of course, he tried hiding it, tried making himself seem smaller than he was, and your heart squeezed a bit for this thoughtful man.

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Strawberry Jam

Pairing: Finn Balor x original character

Summary: “It’s your fucking birthday, and all of our lovely friends are coming here just for you. Please come out here and get ready now!”

Tags: @neversatisfiedgirl @motleymoose @kyoukohorimiya @wrestlingnoob @ambrosegirlforever @deseraysmiththings

A/N: This is a repost. The read more option wasn’t functional on the previous post of this and it was driving me nuts.

“Come on, you gotta get out of the bathroom, doll,” Enzo pleads with me from the other side of the door.

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Five Reasons to Say “I Love You” (Chapter III)

Originally posted by fandomediiits

Reason: They Are Always By Your Side

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader, feat. Tony Stark

Warning: Cursing

Summary: Peter and Y/n are best friends and have been ever since they were in kindergarten. Due to their close friendship, Peter has never said how he loved Y/n since they were children. But, as Y/n and Peter get older and Peter starts to have stronger feelings for Y/n, he can’t keep the words on the tip of his tongue.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: This is the third part of my new Peter Parker series. There’s three more coming soon.

Masterlist Request a Prompt

Peter was worried. He was worried about whether or not his hand was sweating as it sat in Y/n’s. He was worried about whether or not she truly wanted her perfectly manicured nails and soft hands tangled in his calloused and scarred fingers. He was especially worried on whether or not he had crossed a line by bringing Y/n with him to meet with Tony Stark, but he didn’t want to keep going on with his superhero business without Y/n involved in it.

Y/n had only taken Peter’s hand out of habit, or at least, that was what he had told himself. Since they were children, Y/n would intertwine her fingers with Peter’s when they took the train or walked the crowded sidewalks of the city streets in fear that Y/n would be separated from Peter or lost in the seas of people. Y/n had never let it be known to Peter, but she was never in her little life scared of being lost, she just wanted nothing more than to innocently hold Peter’s hand.

“Good to see you again, kid.” Tony’s voice removed both Peter and Y/n from their own separate thoughts. “I see you’ve brought a friend.”

It was then that Y/n removed her hand from Peter’s and allowed it to drop to her side and left Peter to feel and odd emptiness in his chest and hand.

“H-hello, Mr. Stark. This is my friend, Y/n.” Peter replied and motioned toward Y/n.

She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, smiled and shook hands with Tony. “It’s nice to meet you, sir. Peter’s told me a lot about what you’ve done for him.”

“It’s a pleasure, Y/n. I’ve heard about you as well. When we worked on the spider suit, the kid wouldn’t shut up about you.”

“Oh, really?” Y/n asked with a light laugh. “I hope it was all good.”

Peter could feel his cheeks heat up as Y/n’s eyes glanced over his form.  “Mr. Stark, I came to get some repairs on my suit and webshooters.”

Y/n’s laugh once again rang soft and sweet in Peter’s ears as he figured out that she had seen through his ruse. She was clever and smart, sometimes too much for her own good, but Peter had admired the way she was. She was, in all cheesy romantic reality, everything Peter had ever wanted.

“Well, then we will get that fixed. You and Y/n can help me so you may learn how to fix this on your own.” Tony replied. “You learn work in the gray area and you learn to do your own fixing. Deal?”

Peter nodded. “Deal.”

Peter watched in silence as Y/n and Tony conversed. He could feel himself memorizing the way she laughed when Tony told her something she found hilarious and he was not surprised to see Tony leaning in close to hear what Y/n had to say. Most people would think that Tony was hard of hearing because he had to lean in to hear Y/n, but Peter knew better. He knew it was one of the many tricks Y/n had to make people like her because the close proximity she held people in was one of the oldest tricks in the book.

Y/n was a special girl, even Tony saw it. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was that made her special, what made her stand out from the rest. She didn’t have powers, or at least, he didn’t think she did and she was most definitely not special because of the crush Peter had on her that didn’t seem to weigh her down as it would with most girls who seemed to know of those kinds of things. No, that wasn’t it. The young girl walked on air, spoke in a soft and crisp voice that Tony found was something you wanted to hear, not just because she always had something important to say, but that her voice sounded like the innocence of a girl and the strength of a woman.

As they walked into the lab, Tony along with Peter watched as the lines of Y/n’s face contorted into a look of happiness to a look of curiosity and wonder.

“This place is amazing, Tony.” Y/n said breathlessly. “It’s a marvel.”

Tony chuckled. “Why thank you, Y/n. You can have a look around if you want.” He said proudly, as if the approval of a teenager was all he’s ever wanted.

Peter was surprised about the causal nature of Y/n and Tony’s relationship due to the fact that Peter and Tony were not that casual with one another. He was also surprised at the hold Y/n seemed to hold on Tony in the short time they had met.

But then again, maybe that was what was so special about her, her ability to create relationships in such little time and maintain a sense of respect.

“What are you waiting for? Come on, Peter! Tony said he’d start on fixing your stuff while we take a look around.” Y/n said and bumped shoulders with Peter before she slipped her hand into his.

Peter’s eyes trailed from around the lab to his and Y/n’s hands before he looked up at Y/n, who was already starting to drag him along. Peter felt a laugh escaped from his lips as he watched Y/n look around while he attempted to not trip over his own feet.

“Bug, slow down, you’re gonna trip me!” Peter laughed.

Y/n stopped and looked back at Peter with a shy smile. “Sorry, Petey. I’m just really excited. Tony said he might let me hang around here sometime. We discussed the makeup of his suit and he thinks I bring good ideas to the table.”

Peter rose a brow as he refrained from allowing his jaw to drop. “Really? That’s amazing, bug! Maybe one day we’ll work alongside each other.”

“Or maybe one day you’ll get all the glory and I’ll be doing all the work behind the scenes.” Y/n joked, referring to the ongoing joke between them of how all Peter does is go out and fight crime while Y/n worked on helping him train and get him patched up.

Peter rolled his eyes in a playful manner. “Oh, shut up.”

Y/n shrugged with a smile and a laugh. She turned on her heel, her hair swinging over her shoulder in a way that framed her face and made her look more charming that Peter could have ever imagined. She was more beautiful than the way she looked on her blind date or homecoming and her cousin’s wedding combined. It was the mix between her intelligence, wonder and natural beauty that bewitched Peter in that moment where he watched her work the room.

“God, I love-” Peter paused for a second, as if his use of the word “love” never happened. “I love how excited you are about all this.”

Wish You Were Here (part 7/?)

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Your high school sweetheart moves back into town, and you reconnect for the first time since college.  You both have gone your separate ways, but a series of events places you back in each others lives.

A/n: Tagging is open! 

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After an hour of debating with Wanda and yourself, you decided to go see Brock.  You knew this was probably a bad idea. You thought if you had a chance to end the lawsuit yourself without going to court, you should try that first.   Sighing as you looked up at the large building, pushing open the glass doors, you stepped into the lobby.  Pressing the call button on the elevator, you look at the bland art on the walls and the directory of the building catches your notice.  You take in the 5th floors businesses located there, eyes focusing on Bucky’s office number.

The elevators open and you debate whether to get in or not.  You really didn’t want to see Brock and you really didn’t want to run into Bucky.   You really didn’t want to ruin whatever it was you and Bucky had going on by being seen with Brock, but you had to know what his offer was. Finally getting into the elevator before the door closed you, press the button for the 3rd floor and let out a sigh.  

When you arrived at Brock’s office you went straight up to the receptionist letting her know you had an appointment with Brock.

Brock came strutting out of his office not a minute after his receptionist told him you had arrived.  He said nothing but had a wide smile on his face. Opening the door to his office he allowed you to go in ahead of him.  You couldn’t help but feel like you were walking towards your death.

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How I see an ENTP showing their true colors going down

ENFP: Okay everyone!!! Let’s all go around the circle and give a deep confession! ENTP, you first!

ENFP: Yeah!

ENTP: Well, *clears throat* I often feel as though I am overlooked when it comes to having emotions. I want to make it well known that I feel deeply and love strongly, and sometimes hurt even more strongly. I feel like when I’m hurt or even just out of it, no one notices, or at least acknowledges it, causing me to downplay my own issues and chalking them up to overreactions and hating myself for overreacting and feeling in this way. I don’t want to be smothered with attention, but I would at least like for someone to help me rationalize these feelings and let me know that they’re okay.

ENFP: what

ENTP: what


ENTP: Have you seen this new meme? It’s hilarious

ENFP: haha classic ENTP

ENTP: *laughs along nervously*