i kind of want to give up now but ideas

Imagine...Dean Surprising You

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Request: I have a request! A Dean x Reader, where the reader thinks she is alone in the bunker and is dancing to Freaks by Timmy Trumpet (I’ve had this song stuck in my head for days lol), you decide how it goes?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: implied smut


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lazilydeepcoffee  asked:

(please bear with me) Okay, so, I'm a 15 year old freshman in highschool, and I've wanting to create some sort of series, whether it be a comic, or something else for a few years. I haven't too serious about it, but after one my of my friends showed me your video, for some reason, i was especially inspired. Now, I already have one character... but that's all i got. How did you come up with the things in your film? And did you ever experience "writer's block"? and if so, how did you deal with it?

No worries dude!  So okay, I’m gonna’ be honest, when I read this, I was hit with such a weird mix of, like, “god this is literally impossible to answer”, and “man I remember feeling that way when I was 15″.  So I guess the best thing I could do is elaborate.

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anonymous asked:

When will people finally understand that it's not about being "racist" against white people, but it's about using jimin for harmful posts like this. The topic is unimportant. It's the way people are promoting it. This is not a joke. Just because jimin is a popular singer that doesn't mean that he's your property to use however you want. But anyways, it's useless to argue with them bc they will still keep holding onto their own opinions. It just gives them the attention they so desperately want


Anonymous said:  Tbh the jimin hates white people joke is not alright. Because BTS has now been introduced to billboard there may be more people searching them up. If those people see that kind of joke they may take is seriously. You don’t want people hating Jimin for a joke his fans created. People will get the wrong idea about his personality. I want to tell ppl please stop it with these jokes. If you make just one joke doesn’t mean someone else made just one too. Everyone together makes it into a big deal.


Anonymous said: I think Jimin would be sad to hear that people, armys, joke about him hating whites. Jimin doesn’t seem like the type to hate anyone


Anonymous said: I’m not even white but the whole joke really pisses me off. It’s like “social media has built an idea around instead of leveling race issues and eradicating them, to instead turn the tables.” It’s still very hateful and there’s no need for it, there’s no evidence Jimin hates white people so shut the fuck up and let’s all try to be a more loving fandom for fucking once.


Anonymous said: the shittiest thing about this whole jimin hates white people thing is that people are actually believing in this crap and new fans will believe bts hate white people and it gives a bad rep for bts, most people whining about it aren’t whining cause they’re white they’re upset for the boys rep, but all the poc who think its a harmless joke think white people are offended cause its insulting to white people it’s borderline bullying tbh

anonymous asked:

rfa boys + v + saeran with MC as brand new parents. Like, we're talking baby time with middle of the night feedings and diaper changes, and crying and not sleeping and the exhaustion that comes with being a new parents, but also a cute moment here and there as well.

Awww anonny you’re hitting me with the feels! I could write tons of pages about the Mystic Messenger characters being parents so these turned out to be longer and fluffy! I based the children’s sex on my last post about these peeps being parents and I also added Jaehee just because I didn’t want her to be left out so hopefully that’s okay! I kind of want to give the children names and personalities now because I’ve become so attached to this idea thanks to you and the other anon’s parent request! I absolutely loved writing this request so I really hope that you enjoy!! :)


Yoosung

  • Yoosung is surprisingly really helpful when it comes to dealing with your newborn son
  • He understands how exhausted you are from the day and usually takes the night shifts when taking care of your son
  • Yoosung already stays up late to play LOLOL and has even started to set up a schedule as to when to check on his son while also killing some monsters
  • The times whenever Yoosung is actually asleep and hears your son crying, he always gets right out of bed to care for him
  • Your son sometimes has problems properly latching onto the bottle when it’s feeding time so Yoosung gives him little encouragements to help him
  • “Come on little guy, you have to drink your milk! How else will you grow big and strong enough to help daddy slay the monsters in LOLOL? Hey, that’s it! You’re doing it! I’m so proud of my little man!”
  • There have been nights where Yoosung is just exhausted from work and just wants to sleep but when he hears his son’s crying, he’ll attend to him no matter what the problem is… unless it’s diaper changing then he may call you for some assistance
  • One of Yoosung’s favorite things in the world is showing your son picture books of animals and seeing his reaction to each one, slowly but surely teaching his son the wonders of being a Vet
  • Yoosung is honestly Super Dad and is extremely attentive to his son’s needs because he’d do absolutely anything for his son

Zen

  • Zen definitely tried his best whenever it came to dealing with your son at night, he just wasn’t always the best
  • He’d come home tired from rehearsals and as the two of you were about to fall asleep, your son would start crying
  • With a deep sigh, Zen would roll out of bed and tend to his son’s needs
  • Your son was like his father for more than just his looks, he was extremely vocal like Zen
  • Zen would wince sometimes at just how loud his son would cry but he found that his own voice would usually soothe the little one
  • “Listen son, I’m really proud of you for working on that singing voice so early on in life but mommy and I are tired. How about you listen to your old man sing a little bit and then you go back to sleep alright?”
  • When it came to night feeding and diaper changing, Zen would typically have to turn to you for help because he would usually make the bottle too warm and could not change a diaper to save his life
  • But when your son wasn’t crying his little lungs out, one of Zen’s favorite things is to put his son on his bare chest, taking ahold of his son’s tiny arms and moving them in random patterns and singing to him while lightly kissing his forehead
  • Zen definitely has room to improve with his parenting, something he understands and accepts, but one thing that he’s mastered is to always love and care for his son

Jaehee

  • Jaehee already has experience taking care of the other RFA members, who’re basically kids, so she ends up being a super great mom
  • She sees how exhausted you are so Jaehee’s more than willing to take care of her daughter at nighttime
  • Your daughter isn’t a very loud crier but Jaehee can always tells when she’s in distress
  • Jaehee’s a pro at diaper changing and heating up the bottles since she had lots of experience with heating up her coffee
  • But there are times when both you and Jaehee are tired but your daughter is crying her little heart out but of course Jaehee will attend to her, she just may be a little bit cranky in the morning
  • When your daughter refuses to fall back asleep, Jaehee likes to read her stories from a fairytale book, even acting out all of the parts which earns a few giggles from her tiny daughter
  • “This is what I want you to learn my daughter, don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t do anything. You’re going to grow up to be such a strong and beautiful girl and me and your mother want you to be happy. We’ll make sure to always encourage you to follow your dreams.”
  • You notice your daughter starting to fall asleep only when she’s cradled in Jaehee’s arms, making Jaehee give you a shy smile
  • Jaehee is an amazing mom, no one would argue that, and her daughter grows up knowing just how much her two mothers love her

Jumin

  • Jumin wanted nothing more than for his daughter to grow up in a healthy, loving environment
  • To do this, Jumin wanted to spend as much time with her as possible, so since he worked during the day he usually would spend all night with her
  • But when your daughter would cry, Jumin would panic never knowing what she needed
  • Jumin was terrible at changing diapers, he could ever get the bottle temperature right, and it seemed like every time he’d try to pick his daughter up, her cries would turn into wailing
  • He was about to give up hope of being a good dad but you kept encouraging Jumin, telling him to just keep spending more time with his daughter then she’d start warming up to him
  • One night when you and Jumin were sleeping, the two of you heard your daughter crying yet again and just as Jumin was about to call a nanny, you convinced him to go to her
  • He was reluctant but did so, carefully picking up his daughter to try and get her to calm down
  • When her crying turned louder, not that Jumin was surprised, he tried something new and started to rock his daughter back and forth while singing a lullaby in his deep voice
  • “Do like my singing my little girl? Hmm your mother says the same thing but I don’t think it’s that great. But I’m glad that you like it, I’ll sing anything for you my precious girl.”
  • His daughter eventually fell asleep in his arms, making Jumin almost cry on the spot as he cuddled her closer in his arms
  • Jumin may not be the most experienced dad, but after that moment he knew that he would give his daughter all of the love he could because, besides you, she was his favorite person in the world

Seven

  • Seven would always joke around about being the best dad ever but he honestly was starting to become one
  • His sleep schedule is the worst so he’d always be ready to go to your son when he started crying
  • By some miracle, your son didn’t become a crying mess all that often, making both you and Seven extremely relieved
  • It took Seven a while to get the hang of changing diapers and getting the bottle ready, let’s just say there were lots of times when you had to help clean up the mess Seven made
  • But Seven would always let you sleep when your son cried at night because he cherished his time with his little boy
  • When the little Choi was being extra fussy and wouldn’t stop crying, Seven would lift him up and spin around in slow circles, telling his tiny son crazy made up stories
  • The smile his son would show made Seven’s heart melt, he finally had a family to call his own
  • “You know little guy, I never knew what it was like to have loving parents. But you’re never going to feel that way because me and your mom are going to love you for forever! And maybe someday if you’re extra good, I’ll take you to space with me!”
  • Your son always seemed to calm down whenever Seven was with him, realizing that your husband made a father-son bond that would never be broken
  • Seven would always spend as much time as possible with you and his son, making sure that his son would grow up in a family that was filled with lots of love

V

  • V already had a feeling that life was going to get a bit… messier when your twins had come into this world
  • He always had an immense amount of guilt for not getting the eye surgery sooner so that he could see his children
  • So V figured that taking care of your fussy twins at night would at least start to show how sorry he was
  • The twins weren’t easy to deal with, your son would try and crawl out of the crib and slobber on anything he could get his hands on while your daughter was a crying machine and would flail around whenever anyone would try and pick her up
  • V definitely had his work cut out for him
  • He was a terrible diaper changer and he usually ended up dropping the bottles of milk on the floor before even heating them up since it was still dark outside, not helping with his poor vision
  • But as time went on, V started getting more and more confident as well as helpful with his twins
  • He loved having them sit on his lap while he watched their eyes widen in wonder as V showed them his scrapbooks of photos
  • Granted, he had to be careful of his son’s drool and his daughter’s tears when handling the photos
  • “You two sure seem to like this photo a lot and I’m not surprised. Uncle Jumin took this one of mommy and me in the garden. I really love this photo, even though it’s pretty blurry, we still need to teach Uncle Jumin how to take photos when you two get older. I’ll have him take a photo of all four of us together when you both are bigger okay?”
  • Now every time V’s with the twins, they immediately start to crawl onto his lap waiting for a new scrapbook to be presented to them
  • V had become an amazing father to his twins, not that it surprised you, and when they did get old enough, V received the eye surgery to finally fully see his beautiful family

Unknown

  • Saeran was absolutely terrified about being a father and having a child to look after
  • In fact, Saeran was practically afraid of his son, he saw his own vulnerable self within his son, making Saeran think of his own awful childhood and wanting nothing to do with the little boy
  • You would usually end up taking care of your son day and night since Saeran would get flashbacks of his childhood and nearly had a panic attack once
  • But one night when you were feeling extremely sick and resting, Saeran heard his son crying from the room next door
  • Saeran cautiously went to his son’s room and yet again, panicked when seeing his son crying, reminding him of himself
  • But then his son looked Saeran right in the eyes, making Saeran freeze but realize that his son needed him and that nothing else mattered
  • He gently picked up his little boy and sat down on a rocking chair, softly shushing him and wiping his tears away
  • “I’m so sorry for not taking care of you and properly loving you. But you helped me realize something, you’re my son and nobody’s going to take you away from me. I promise to protect you and love you for forever so don’t be sad anymore okay?“
  • From that night on, Saeran became a super dad and wouldn’t let his son out of his sight, soon becoming a diaper changing and bottle making expert
  • His favorite thing to do with his son is to go sit outside and stare at the clouds, with Saeran usually chuckling when his son would get excited and point at the sky
  • Saeran soon became an amazing father and husband, he would always make it a point to tell both you and his son how much he loved and cherished you two
The Affair - Chapter 4

Summary: The reader has dinner at Negan’s like originally planned. 

Characters: Negan, Reader (OC)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Swearing & Smut.

Notes: Things start warming up a bit. Sorry for the lack of updates on stories, I’ve been super busy with things! 

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10224827/chapters/23635404

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Two Things

There are two things of which Gabriel is completely certain.

The first is that he loves Sam Winchester with every spark of his Grace, far more than he ever thought it was possible for an angel to love a human, and he wants them to be together for the rest of eternity.

The second is that he has absolutely no idea how human weddings work.

He proposes to Sam in the same way he does everything - in the heat of the moment. It’s just the two of them, because of course it is, because there’s no way he’d do this in front of Dean and Cas.

But now there’s all these other things he has to think about, boring human things that he’s always considered himself so far above. Like tax benefits and flower arrangements and memorizing a specific list of words that he needed to say in order to be allowed to have Sam forever.

Some things aren’t so bad. Gabriel gets to visit a bakery and try out no fewer than twenty-eight different cake samples and he thinks that if he were a human, one who has a personalized heaven, this might just be it. He knows after the first cycle that cake number nine is the exact kind of fluffy vanilla that he wants for himself and Sam, but he pretends to be deliberating between three or four just so that he can get himself more free cake.

Some other things, too, are easy for him to cheat on using his powers. Sam wants to get married in a little countryside barn, possibly overlooking a lake, far away from anyone but the small handful of people they’re inviting. He finds a few examples but they’re expensive and booked out and far enough away that Gabriel really doesn’t want to drive to take a look at them - so he snaps one up himself, walking distance from the bunker. Sam rolls his eyes, but he has to admit it’s pretty great that Gabriel can customize it to his exact specifications.

But other things are just so, so tedious. Like suit fittings.

Gabriel learns that there are humans out there who plan weddings for a living, and he’s never been more horrified. He thinks about making them the next targets of his pranks, but then he remembers that their lives are already terrible enough and they don’t need him making them even worse.

Gabriel wants to give up on the whole wedding idea. Yeah, it had seemed great at the time, but now? It just feels like an unnecessary amount of work for something that’s not going to change his and Sam’s relationship in the slightest.

Until…

Until Sam starts to talk about applying for a marriage license.

“I can’t exactly put ‘the archangel Gabriel.’ Even if they did believe me without any kind of proof of identification, I think the state of Kansas would be confused that the archangel Gabriel was suddenly applying for a marriage license in the year 2016, and it might cause a stir in the papers.”

“Fight me, Sam,” Gabriel rolls his eyes. “I don’t care. I’m done with all this wedding crap. Make something up. Make me Gabriel Smith or Gabriel Reese or, hell, make me Gabriel Gabriel for all I care. I’m an archangel. We don’t tend to give a crap about last names, there’s not enough of us.”

Sam scoffs. “Come on. This is a big deal. You think I wouldn’t give anything to change my last name? Almost did while I was at Stanford. Didn’t exactly want to be associated with the Winchesters. Family names are important, and you’re lucky that you get to pick your own.”

Gabriel stiffens, and he turns away from Sam. “You still feel that way? You still want to change it?”

“No,” Sam says after a long, uncertain pause. “No, crazy as it sounds, I think being a Winchester has done me more good than bad in the long run.”

Gabriel nods, slowly, closing his eyes. Even after all this time, he still finds it hard to say things like this while looking directly at Sam. “Yeah, I think it has for me too. So the reason I don’t give a crap what you put on the marriage license is cause after we get married, I wanna be a Winchester too. Officially.”

“Really? Gabe, you don’t have to, that’s an old fashioned tradition that loads of people don’t even stick to anymore, especially not gay couples. Look at Donna and Jody-”

“Sam, please!” Gabriel’s eyes snap open and he stares right at Sam, looking almost angry. “Listen to me. Archangels don’t have last names, but we have names. And I spent a really long time trying to hide mine. I got out of heaven and I went into witness protection and I hid my whole identity and sometimes I still feel weird about being Gabriel, it reminds me of things that I don’t want to remember. But if I was Gabriel Winchester, that would make me more than just Gabriel. That would make me… your Gabriel.”

He blushes then, because that was sappier than he intended, but really there’s no other way to say this. “And people talk about 'the Winchesters’ as a collective unit - those Winchesters who are always together, who’ll do anything for each other. I’d like to be a part of that. Of all the groups I’ve been associated with, none of them have ever meant anywhere near as much to me as you do.”

He shrugs, forcing a small grin, too nervous for a real one. “So. Yeah. Gabriel Winchester. I think it could work. If that’s… okay with you?”

There are two things of which Sam Winchester is completely certain.

The first is that he loves Gabriel enough to make every heartbreak in his past worth suffering, and that he would be honored to have Gabriel take his last name, that Gabriel fits perfectly with their messy, amazing, broken yet still fighting family.

The second is that he really needs to kiss Gabriel, right now.

Head Over Heels / Cheryl Blossom

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Cheryl Blossom was smitten with (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and everybody knew it.

It was something that, despite everyone’s differing opinions, could easily be agreed upon regarding the pairs relationship. 

They had known each other for years-they couldn’t even remember a time where they hadn’t been friends. As they grew older, they ended up running in different circles but always remained close. Their relationship had only grown into something more a few months ago-though most people in town were expecting it to happen sooner. 

The two girls sat in (Y/N)’s room working on an assignment-however, the redhead was paying more attention to her girlfriend than her work. 

Cheryl watched (Y/N) as she shifted her position for the countless time. She was lying on her stomach-her books spread out in front of her while she flipped through their pages and wrote her notes. Her face morphs to express her confusion before her agitation grew not long after-being unable to understand what she was reading. 

Cheryl bites back her smile as her head tilts, in the middle of taking (Y/N) in. Her hair had been tied up messily and her face wiped clean of what little make up had previously been worn. Her jumper was fitted loosely unlike her jeans that fit her figure like a second skin. 

(Y/N) reaches a hand to her face to rub her temple gently, her painted nails on display-slightly reflecting the light in the room. 

The small groan released from the girl on the bed snaps Cheryl out of her trance. “Are you okay?” she asks.

(Y/N) looks over to Cheryl who sat at the desk against the wall and offers her a small smile. “I just can’t seem to figure this out is all. How are you going?” she questions.

Cheryl glances down at her own her work, not at all surprised to find barely half a page of writing. “Could be better I suppose.”

(Y/N) rose to her feet and made her way across her room. She leant against the back of the chair and glanced over Cheryl’s shoulder. “Is that all you’ve managed to do?” she inquires in bewilderment. 

The red head shrugs, shifting her head so she was gazing up at the girl. A smile makes a way on to her face as she watches (Y/N)’s eyes dart back and forth as she read the words in front of her. 

Cheryl lifts a hand and tucks a stray piece of hair behind (Y/N)’s ear. Her movements freeze before she glances down at her girlfriend. Her mouth forms a small, amused grin as she takes in her expression. 

“What are you thinking about?” she asks, still not seeming to gain Cheryl’s full attention.

“You,” she answers bluntly, still letting her eyes wander slowly.

(Y/N) snorts and pushes back so she was standing again, she moves to sit on the edge of her bed. Cheryl swings around in the seat so they were still facing one another.

“You’re very beautiful,” she insists, unable to stop her own grin once more. “I can’t help but admire.” 

“You’re one to talk.”

(Y/N) was rather realistic-she knew she wasn’t the prettiest girl in the world, or in town, but she could understand that there were some attributes she possessed that could categorise her as beautiful. Not that she thought about it often, beauty is such a subjective thing-one’s physical appearance wasn’t very high on her list of priorities. 

“I don’t get it,” Cheryl tells her after a moment of silence. 

“Don’t get what?” (Y/N) asks, her confusion written over her face. 

“How we ended up together. I mean, I know…but I still can’t comprehend it.”

(Y/N)’s forehead furrows, “Why is it so hard to understand?” she counters, pulling her legs up so she was sitting cross-legged. 

Cheryl crosses her own legs, one over the other, as she leans further back in her seat. “Well, I don’t know…I like you a lot,” she shrugs, “but we’re so different. I know what your friends think of us being together, what mine think and-”

“So you’re worrying about what our friends think? They’ll come around, Cheryl, I know they will. Once they see how happy we are. You are happy aren’t you?”

“I’m more happy now than I’ve been in a very long time,” she responds sincerely. 

“I’m glad. You deserve to be happy. Look, I can see that you’re kind of having doubts about us right now…and if you want some time to figure it all out,” (Y/N) begins, feeling her chest tighten at her words, “I can give that to you.”

Cheryl frowns, already hating just the idea of not being with (Y/N). “I don’t want that. I’m not doubting our relationship,” she says, rising to her feet, “I’m just considering how successful this will end up being.”

(Y/N) lifts her head so she could see Cheryl, she stands from her bed and slides her arms around the redheads waist. “You’re thinking too much. Just let this happen. Our relationship is new, but I really want this to work out between us.”

“I do too,” she sighs, pulling the girl against her and resting her chin on her head.

“Then please, stop over analysing everything,” (Y/N) smiles, tightening her hold. 

The two of them stood in the middle of the room, losing count of how long their embrace lasted. When Cheryl finally pulled back, she felt herself feel giddy almost at the sight of (Y/N) staring back at her. 

She realised in that moment just how much she liked (Y/N). As a person, as a friend, as more than that. Cheryl couldn’t imagine not having her in her life. She didn’t want to. 

Break Even

A Christmassy SnowBaz fic for the Carry On Countdown

Simon

Of course, it’s not enough that the Crucible stuck me and that twat in a room together.  It’s not enough that I have to deal with his abuse every single day six months out of the year.  Of course, someone out there, whoever’s controlling the fates, has gotten it in their mind that I don’t have it bad enough.

           You know what would make this even better?  Make Simon and Baz buy each other Christmas presents!  Perfect!

           I trudge along the snowy pavement, scowling at the melting slush.  I’ve been in five shops already and I can’t find anything.  I don’t even know what I’m looking for.  What do you get for someone you despise?

           I suppose I could pull a prank or something. That’s probably what he will do. He never fails to stoop to the lowest level when it comes to me.

           But then again, he would probably kill me if I pulled something like that.  For some reason, he’s allowed to mess with me, but I’m not allowed to mess with him. Figures.

           Exhausted, I duck into a coffee shop.  The air is warm and spiced with cinnamon.  As I make my way to the front of the line, I see the display of gift cards next to the till.

           Baz drinks coffee, doesn’t he?  Of course he does.  Everyone drinks coffee.

           So I buy my peppermint mocha, load a gift card and walk out relieved.

Baz

Of course, it’s not enough that I have to pretend I hate the boy with every word I say.  It’s not enough that I have no choice but to make his life a living hell every single day six months out of the year. Now I have to display my everlasting hatred by means of a Christmas gift exchange.

           Whoever thought this was a good idea can get fucked.

           I shove my way out of a candy store emptyhanded. Every shop is bringing me closer to the point of giving up.  What kind of villain gives the hero candy for Christmas?

           Then again, what kind of villain gives the hero anything for Christmas?

           Maybe the villain who doesn’t want to be the villain.

           I shake my head to clear it, squinting up at the sign over the next window.  Antiques it says in big loopy writing.  I sigh and push through the door.

           The smell hits me first.  It’s not a bad smell necessarily, just old and musty, kind of like breathing straight dust, and I cough.  As my eyes adjust I begin to make out the piles of knick-knacks stacked up on every surface, age-old brass and silver winking at me from every corner.  Or rather, blinking.  Like someone who’s trying to wink but never quite got the hang of it.

           I don’t know where to start.  I don’t even know what I’m looking for.  What do you get for someone who despises you?

           From what I can tell, everything in here is pretty expensive, which almost causes me to turn around right then.  Expensive doesn’t fit the guidelines I’ve set for myself. The gift can’t be too sentimental or he’ll know you don’t hate him.  It can’t be too expensive or he’ll think you cared enough to spend money on him.  It can’t be candy because candy is for kids, it can’t be cologne because that’s too personal, it can’t be homemade or he’ll think you spent time and effort on him. The list goes on and on.

           A flash of metal catches my eye, and I turn to see a tiny silver object on a table by the window.  I wander over to it.

           It’s a sheath, only big enough for a dagger, and it’s patterned in bronze rosebuds.  When I pick it up, I discover that the blade is still inside, intact, and actually nicely polished.

           Of course, Snow already has a sword, but when you live with a vampire, what harm would it do to have an extra weapon handy at all times?  One that doesn’t disappear when you’re not using it?

           “How much for this?” I ask the shopkeeper.

Simon

When the last day of classes rolls around, I find Baz in our room – no surprises there – packing the last of his things for the holidays.  I clear my throat as I enter.  He turns, but only for a second, and he doesn’t make any other move to acknowledge my existence.  Again, no surprises there.

           “Are you leaving soon?” I ask, trying to at least begin the conversation in a civil manner.

           “Yes, Snow,” he sighs, “as you’ll be thrilled to know.”

           I roll my eyes.  It doesn’t matter what I do.  This is just him.

           I drop my bag on my bed and rummage through it, searching for the tiny gift.  When I find it, I toss in onto his bed.  “Here.”

           He looks at it, his brow furrowed.  “What’s this?”

           “Christmas gift exchange,” I say, “you might have forgotten.”

           He opens the pathetic little square of wrapping paper I’ve taped around the gift card, and mutters something incoherent.  “What was that?” I ask.

           “I said, this is my favourite coffee shop.”

           “Oh,” I reply, not sure what else to say.  “Well, good then.  Happy Christmas, I guess.”

           He slips the card into his pocket and doesn’t move.  I figure he’s completely forgotten about the gift exchange, or he deliberately didn’t get me anything, and decide not to press the subject.  I flop down on my bed and pull out a magic book.  No use in packing for me, I’m not going anywhere. Not like Baz.  Not everyone gets to celebrate with a family.  And certainly not everyone gets to celebrate in a fucking mansion.

           A small wrapped package appears in my periphery. I look up.  Baz is madly arranging clothes in his luggage, trying to look like he didn’t put the thing on my bed.  I’m surprised, I’ll admit.  I guess he didn’t forget.

           “What’s this?” I ask.  I don’t know why I ask it, as the answer is fairly obvious.

           “Just open it,” he says, not looking at me.

           Carefully I pull the tape off of the paper, not wanting to trigger anything in case this is still some sort of prank.  I wouldn’t put anything past him, the boy who literally pushed me down the stairs and tried to feed me to the Chimera.  But nothing ticks, and nothing blows up in my hands.  Slowly I pull the paper back from the object, holding it far away from my face, just to be safe.

           I am not expecting a dagger.

           Specifically, I am not expecting a dagger with a matching sheath that clips onto a belt, adorned with a rosebud pattern of bronze. I am not expecting what appears to be a polished silver blade with a soft leather hilt that fits in my hand like it was molded to the shape of my grip.

           My mouth is hanging open in awe.  I can’t seem to form words.

           I look back up at him.  He’s stopped rearranging his luggage and is watching me, and he looks almost nervous.

           “How much did you spend on this?” I breathe.

           He shakes his head.  “It was just from a pawn shop,” he mutters.

           “Damn, Baz,” I chuckle, “way to make me look like a shit gift-giver.”

           His eyes harden.  “I’ll take it back then,” he growls, moving to take it from my hands.

           “No!”  I clutch the knife to my chest.  He stops, looking surprised, like he hadn’t actually expected me to like it.  How he could think that beats me.  “I love it,” I say, not even realizing that I’ve admitted to something.

           His brow softens a bit.  “I just thought it might be easier than always having to summon your sword,” he shrugs.

           “It’s perfect,” I breathe, staring at the roses on the sheath, spellbound by the thing.

           Suddenly I’m hit by a wave of guilt.  I spent a handful on a lame gift card, when Baz went and actually found me something that would mean something.  I don’t stop to think about why he would want it to mean something, I only know that it leaves the scales completely unbalanced.

           I need to repay him somehow.

           I stand, and suddenly we’re nearly face-to-face. If our room wasn’t so damn tight we wouldn’t be this close together, but for once the proximity doesn’t bother me. It clearly affects him though, because he shies away as soon as I stand.  He won’t even make eye-contact with me.

           “I can’t accept this,” I tell him, “not without paying you back somehow.”

           “What part of the term ‘gift exchange’ do you not understand, Snow?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at me.  “It’s a gift.  Let’s just wish each other a Happy Christmas and be done with it.”

           “No, that’s not how we work,” I insist.  “I torment you, you torment me, and somehow we always break even.  So now we have to break even on this.”

           “I’m not telling you how much I spent on that,” he shakes his head.

           “Why not?”  My heart drops for a second.  “Was it terribly expensive?”

           “No, it’s just not what you do.  You don’t tell someone what you spent on them, it just makes them feel guilty.”

           “And since when have you ever passed up an opportunity to make me feel guilty?” I challenge.  He doesn’t answer, just stares at something that isn’t my eyes. I can’t quite tell what he’s looking at. Maybe the wall behind me, maybe my shoulder, maybe nothing in particular.

           “Alright,” I concede, “no money, then.  But there must be something I can do.”

           And – Merlin – his cheeks turn pink.

           And now I’m very aware of how close we are.

           And of how I can pinpoint his gaze now.

           He’s looking at my face, but not my eyes.  My mouth.

           Oh.      

           I don’t think.  I just lean in and kiss him.

Baz

Simon’s mouth, no matter how many times I’ve thought he might kiss me, is a complete shock.  I’ve stared at his lips plenty, but apparently I wasn’t prepared to feel them against mine.

           And now here he is, pressing a gentle kiss to my cold mouth like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

           Before I can even close my eyes, he pulls back.

           I don’t speak.  I don’t trust myself to.

           “Is that alright?” he whispers.

           “Yeah.”  Crowley, I’m shaking.

           “Are we even then?”

           “Um,” I swallow nervously, “almost.”

           “Oh?” He smiles, and my heart stops entirely.  “What else do you want?”

           I lean in by just a fraction, hoping he’ll take the hint.

           He does.

           And then his mouth is flush against mine, not even bothering to be shy.  

Nightmares

When Bitty mentioned, “I had that nightmare again about getting tackled during Pee Wee football” I had to write a fic in which he tells Jack about them for the first time. Lots of angst, and then fluff. Warning for mentions of violence and low-key homophobia. 

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“And…what about the dream, Bits?”

Bitty startles and blinks, “Oh… I’m so sorry… I must’ve blanked out…for a second there… I….” He wipes his eyes.

“Shh, shh,” Jack’s voice is low and warm in his ear, “It’s okay. Take all the time you need, Bud. I only have press tomorrow, remember?”

Bitty sputters, “But-”

“Tater isn’t going wake up even if there’s an earthquake. I promise.” Just to confirm Jack looks across the dark room. Sure enough, the large lump that is Tater is rumbling away in the other bed.

“It’s still 2:43 in the morning for you, Jack.”

“I don’t care.”

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Isaacxreader where they're in a 2-year relationship and he takes her to France and Italy. She skeptical to go at first but convinces her to come with him. She writes everything from both of their trips in a small journal they both share. (You can write what she writes and sees if you want). After France they go to Italy where he proposes in front of The Leaning Tower Of Pisa and fluuuf ❤️❤️❤️


Musical Inspiration: “Bloom” – The Paper Kites

Pairing: Isaac x reader

Wordcount: approx. 1.7k

Warnings: Self-indulgent sappiness

“You ready?” Isaac asks as you arrive at the airport in Paris. He’s so excited to show you around the placed he’d lived for three years, you can tell, but you’re still feeling skeptical about being here. France took him away from you before and it was only a stroke of very good luck that brought him back into your life two years ago. You don’t have fond feelings for this place.

“I think so,” you tell him with a weak smile, knowing he won’t notice as his eyes trail back over to the window. You just hope you get better at lying before he starts paying attention.

*

“Isn’t it beautiful?”

“Yeah,” you answer honestly, staring out at the city lights from the top of the Eiffel Tower.

The city is absolutely breathtaking at night. Your uneasy feelings about the place ebbing away slowly the longer Isaac holds your hand up here.

He turns to you and you’re not sure if it’s a reflection of the lit up night in his eyes or something else entirely, but there’s a spark in his gaze as he looks at you. “Not as beautiful as you though.”

You laugh, a light, airy thing as you bite your lip and knock your shoulders together. “Sap.”

He smiles, tugs you in front of him by the hand and then wraps his arms around you from behind. “What can I say, you bring it out of me.”

“Everyone has flaws,” you joke, twisting your head to smile at him playfully over your shoulder.

“You can pretend that you don’t like it,” he smirks, “but I know you better than that.”

He does. He knows you better than anyone and you love that. He makes you feel warm and loved, safe. That’s why you were so afraid to come here. Because what if he wanted to stay when your whole life apart from him is overseas? But being here, wrapped up in his arms, you almost think you wouldn’t mind leaving everything else behind and just keeping this.

*

You sit on the sofa and stare out at the city beyond the window of the amazing hotel room that Isaac has gotten for you, notebook laid in your lap, thoughts a whirlwind in your head.

This place is beautiful, you finally write in the journal, though not as beautiful as me, you say. Do you even realize how insane that is when you’re the most beautiful thing in existence? I catch glimpses of stars in your eyes and sunlight in your smile. I wonder, do you know how much I love you? Can you feel it the way I hope you can? I was afraid being here, in the heart of this place that you obviously love, would diminish that, threaten what we have by pulling you away from me. But if it is, I’m being pulled too. Because you’ve never let go of my hand, not for a single moment.

“What are you writing?” Isaac interrupts your thoughts when walk out of the bathroom from taking his shower, hair dripping on his shoulders a little, towel loose around his waist.

You close the journal, not ready for him to know the answer to that just yet.

“You’ll see,” you say with a sly smile.

He will. Later, you’ll slip it into his bag and he’ll keep it for a few days, writing his feelings in it for you to discover when he passes it back. It’s a thing you do, this shared journal, a way to communicate things you aren’t certain how to say out loud.  

“Okay,” He agrees easily, leaning over the arm of the sofa to give you a swift kiss. “Are you done?”

“Yeah,” you tell him, “for now.”

“Good,” he says, gently pulling the journal from your hands and placing it on the coffee table. “Come to bed,” he tugs at your hands.

“It’s the middle of the day,” you laugh.

“I wasn’t exactly planning on sleeping.” He winks at you and tugs on your hand again.

You let him pull you up and lead you to the bedroom where you make sure that the City of Love lives up to its name.

*

You’re in Italy now and Isaac had has the journal for five days. You wonder if you’ll get it back before you get on the plane to go home. It doesn’t matter, you guess, taking in the sights Isaac is trying to show you. The Paris part of the trip was so that Isaac could show you the city that helped him through a difficult time in his life, but he says Italy is all for you. You have ancestors from here and he knows how much family means to you so he’s built this whole trip around an imaginary past that could have happened, pulling you by the hand to places your family might have been. It’s sweet how he’s gone to so much trouble for you.

Today’s stop: the Leaning Tower of Piza.

“Come on,” Isaac says, dragging you over to sit on a patch of grass a good distance away from it. “Now, lean back a little,” He orders, taking a few steps backwards so that he can get both you and the tower in the picture he’s determined to take.

You flop back on the grass, laying there staring over at him and trying not to smile. He lowers his phone to give you his unimpressed face, arching an eyebrow.

You laugh, unable to hold it back. “What? Isn’t this what you told me to do?”

“Not exactly,” he argues but you can see the corner of his mouth twitching. He wants to laugh too.

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to be more specific then,” you warn him with a smirk on your face.

Or,” He says, taking a slow step back towards you. “I could bribe you.”

“Ooooh. I like bribes,” you tell him, sitting up again. “Whatcha got?”

“How about… a kiss for you to take this picture?” He offers.

You scrunch your face at though you’re considering it. “Tempting. But not quite tempting enough for me to participate in the taking of cheesy pictures.”

“Hmm,” Isaac hums thoughtfully. “Ah!” He shouts when he has an idea he deems worthy, taking his backpack off his shoulder and putting it down on the ground to rummage through it. “How about a kiss and… this?” He asks, pulling out the journal with a flourish.

“You’re done with it?” You ask, wanting to reach out for it. It’s like a direct line to what Isaac’s been thinking this whole time and you’re eager to get your hands on it.

“For now,” he grins with a wink.  “So, take one cheesy picture for me and then you can read it while I go get us some lunch. What do you say?”

“Yes,” You agree easily.

“Perfect,” he puts the journal back in his bag for the moment and steps back from it, readying his phone camera again. “Now, lean back and say cheese.”

So, Isaac gets his picture of you looking like you’re chilling out, leaning against the tower and you get the journal that contains all the mysteries of the universe. Well, all the mysteries of Isaac, who happens to be your universe so it’s really the same thing.

He kneels next to you to kiss you, as promised, when he hands it to you but it’s not the simple peck you’d expected. Isaac’s lips slot with yours and he ends up sucking on your bottom lip a little until you open up to him, his tongue dipping into your mouth to curl against yours in the most enticing way. His hands cradle your face so gently, like you’re something precious he’s afraid of breaking.

When he pulls away, you chase after him, stealing one more soft kiss before he breathes a chuckle against your lips. “I’ll be right back,” He promises, pushing the journal into your hands. “Read it.”

It takes you a second to get your bearings once he’s gone, but eventually you do open the journal. It falls open easily to page he’s got bookmarked and your eyes trail over his handwriting, drinking in everything he has to tell you.

You’re crazy if you think there’s anything in this galaxy more beautiful than you. I feel so lucky that I get to wake up with you in my arms, that somehow something lead me back to Beacon Hills two years ago so that I could find you all over again.

When I left Beacon Hills the first time, I had no idea what I was giving up, but now I do. So, let me take this time to assure you, that’s never going to happen again.

You said that from the moment we got here, I’ve never let go of your hand. And I never want to because I love you more than anything else in this world. So, if you would be so kind, please turn around.

You look at the page in confusion. What? But, giving in to its demands, you turn to look behind you.

Isaac is kneeling on one knee, with a ring box opened in his hands. You twist your entire body to face him, holding your breath for his words.

“I’ve thought about this for a long time (Y/n). How I almost missed my chance with you. How I don’t ever want to face a future that might not have you in it.  And the only solution I can come up with to keep that from happening, is to hold on to you forever. So, it is with a humble heart, and somewhat shaky knees,” he grins at you, making your heart beat a mile a minute, “that I ask you, (Y/n, Y/l/n), will you marry me?”

You shuffle around until you’re on your knees and knee-walk over to him, capturing his face in your hands. “Yes,” you reply breathlessly, kissing him for all that you’re worth.

You hear the snap of the ring box shutting as Isaac moves to gather you in his arms. What loving arms they are. And they’re yours for the rest of your life.

Just a quick vent

So for a couple years now I’ve had this idea for a cartoon. It involves a family who lives in a city full of cryptids, monsters, and aliens, and they go about their day-to-day life dealing with whatever comes their way, whether it be feeling like a social outcast, a problem at work, school drama, etc.

I want to make a bunch of shorts and I storyboarded one out, involving the family dog asking her demon friend why he lost his job. It’s spring break, so I thought I could crank out a barely animated short about it, but noooo, my computer has to be a piece of shit and not work, not letting me use goddamn pen pressure.

And on top of that, people don’t care when I tell them about the idea. My parents think it’s stupid and forget about talking to my brother because of how much of an ass he can be.

Part of me wants to give up. Who’s going to watch the show anyways? It’s not crude enough for mainstream adult audiences, but it deals with mature topics so it can’t be a kids show. (It was never intended to be one.)

I wish I had proper tools to make my dream a reality, and maybe a friend or two to help me. But for now, I’m just gonna kind of wallow in my depression because I’m home alone with nobody to talk to.

MCL Boyfriend Headcanons: Their first Christmas with You!

Nathaniel

I highly doubt he’d want to spend the entire Christmas day with his family after what happened with his dad and all. He would still want to buy them all gifts even if his relationship with his parents is kind of rocky. After giving them the gifts he would only stay for about an hour or two before leaving.

Since he would otherwise have been alone for the most of the holiday, he would be really happy if you invited him over. “Of course I’ll come over.” He would have a lot of fun participating in your family activities, playing games, laughing at your dad’s really bad jokes, etc. He and your parents are getting along great, and your grandparents absolutely adore him.

He’d probably bring a gift for your parents too, knowing him, trying to impress them and all. It’s be something like cute coffee mugs, or something practical like that.

He would probably wait until later to give you your gift because he would want to do it in a more private moment, where he wouldn’t be as embarrassed. He’ll take you outside on the porch, or maybe into the kitchen when no one is around. He would definitely buy you something really nice. Maybe a bracelet with yours and his initials engraved into it, and he’d get himself a matching ring band with the initials carved in the inside. He’d be all blushy faced before placing a slow and gentle kiss on your lips, telling you how much he loves you.

Castiel

He usually hangs out with Lysander or on his own during the holidays because his parents are probably stuck in some delayed flight on their way home. It bums him out a bit every year but he doesn’t show it. So he really appreciates it when you ask him to spend the day with you because not only will he not be alone, but he’ll be with someone he loves very much.

Your parents start to warm up to him quite a bit but your dad is still watching him like a hawk whenever he gets a little too close to you for his liking. Your mom takes a picture of you when you aren’t looking which ends up being really cute because she would catch the way Castiel looks at you with such love in his eyes. Corny stuff.

He would probably freak out about what to get you cause he has no idea how to shops for girls but he tries really hard to think of something. Eventually he decides to get you a necklace with the letter ‘C’, and he gets himself the same thing but with the first letter of your name. He gives it to you as soon as he shows up, just kind of shoves it in your hand cause he’s a bit embarrassed and doesn’t want to do it in front of everyone. “Uhhh, I hope you like it. *blushing*” (He wears it all the time now and tends to kiss it when he misses you a lot or is nervous about something.)

Lysander

Lysander would invite you and your parents to his parents’ house in the country, since he can’t exactly not spend the day with him. His mom cooks a mean meal and her pies, like I’ve said before are A+.

Your families get along really well together, and the mood is great. You play really funny games like ‘Pin the nose on the reindeer’, or maybe even charades if someone suggests it. Leigh and Rosa are there, and of course she’s taking pictures throughout the entire thing. She develops them and there are actually some really cute photos of you together, and the family.

His gift for you is very simple but very cute at the same time. It’s a picture of you two in a really nice double frame, with your names written on it with a fancy, cursive font. Inside the second panel of the frame is a poem he wrote for you, expressing his love and how grateful he is that you came into his life. He calls you his ‘gift’ and he feels like he doesn’t deserve you. He was worried that you wouldn’t like it, and he felt like he should have spent more money on it but his fears go away when he sees the smile on your face. He places gentle kisses all over your face, before pulling your closer to place a deep kiss on your lips.

Armin

He and his family end up coming to your house, and the day is extremely fun. His parents are awesome and super laid back, and your parents really hit it off with them. They bring a bunch of games like Twister, Uno, Jenga, really competitive ones like that. Armin actually really sucks at these games though so he’s kind of a bad sport and swears everyone is cheating, which ends up with everyone laughing at him. If you have any, he’s definitely going to be that boyfriend that really hits it off with your niece or nephew, teaching them how to beat levels on games and such.

His gift for you is probably something humorous, like those “I’m with stupid,” and “I’m stupid” couple shirts. Except yours is the “I’m stupid” shirt. He also gets you custom made matching mugs, with a heart on one side that has your names and relationship date in the middle, and the other side has a cute drawing of you and him as little chibi characters, holding hands. He also gives you a super pretty ring. He hugs you tight and places a fat smooch on your cheek.

He ends up staying over really late because your parents decide to have a few drinks which result in them talking all night. You two use your mugs to sip on some hot cocoa, and end up falling asleep on the couch together, snuggled in each other’s’ arms.

Kentin

Kentin’s parents unfortunately had plans to hang with their friends later that night, so he spends the first half of the day with them, and then comes over to your house in the late afternoon or early evening. His parents sent gifts with him for your parents, and he brought over some chocolate chip cookies that his mom made.

Your family loves him because he’s such a sweet heart, and if you have any other family members there, he’s the boyfriend that all the little kids love and constantly ask him “Can you spin me around?” or “Can I get on your back?” They call him Kenny, which he hates but they’re just little kids so he doesn’t mind.

His gift is a build-a-bear, dressed like him. He also gets a custom dog tag made to put around the bear’s neck that says “Kentin and (your name), Forever” because he’s extremely cheesy like that. There’s also a box of your favorite candy to go along with it. He’s blushing a lot when he gives it to you cause 1. He thinks you may not like it, and 2. Again the entire gift is really cheesy. He grins when he realizes you love it and wraps you in his arms, kissing your forehead.

(Merry Christmas everyone!! I hope it was awesome for all of you, even if you don’t celebrate it <3 And remember to be grateful for everything you have! Gifts, family, etc., because some people could not enjoy today as much as the rest of us because they are unable to have those things.)

@razzledazzle247

@cakridge

I love how everyone in this fandom pretty much has accepted the idea that Tom’s dad is probably the show’s rendition of satan.

((But then again, considering the show wanted 666 originally and has no problem slipping Lucifer using Lucitor and sneaking all kinds of traditional cultist stuff like that in….they’re probably not wrong.))

XDDD

Which doesn’t really help Tom’s dad get a good sympathy card right now.

I’m just waiting for Tom’s dad to show up, and for them to give him an average non-scary name, or another demon name that’s just disguised enough to pass.

You know, i wonder if when he does show up, if he’ll be threatening from the beginning like Toffee, or if he’ll be deceivingly unscary……until he is.

Like he could look kind and normal while Tom’s actions near him indicate he’s scared and uncomfortable, foreshadowing till when you find out what he’s really like.

Daron wants to make these character 3-D, she wants their actions to be understandable and have an reason, that from their perspective they are doing the right thing even if they aren’t going about it in the right way, so if he’s abusive to Tom….there’s probably some kind of reason for why he takes his anger out on him or does what he does.

He’s gonna show up at some point, very likely this season considering how much mewni has been built up. (IDK bout you, but it’d be kinda awkward to go to the Underworld and learn more about the Underworld…..and not once mention or see the current king of the underworld))


You know, if Tom’s character is supposed to be the son of the literal Devil, then Tom could’ve come out much worse.

Taking Back Control

A/N: Wow, 2 fics from me in one week!? That’s the power of Negan Smut Week for ya. This time I’m finishing up my last prompt for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s 2K Writing Challenge: NeganxOlivia. This scene takes place before Spencer’s death (and I personally like to imagine Olivia doesn’t get killed because wtf AMC why do you have to take all my favorite characters away???) Depending on how you view Olivia, you might find this out of character for her but I kind of wanted her to show a bit of confidence and power over that bad boy we all love. So I hope you all enjoy, because I had a lot of fun writing this (especially because I relate with Olivia and I’d totally be her best friend) <3

Words: 3357

Warnings: Smut, some dom and sub stuff, light bondage, cunnilingus, Negan’s filthy mouth.

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

Originally posted by heartfulloffandoms

Silently, Olivia stepped into the empty guest bedroom after the most uncomfortable dinner she’d ever had, even more so than any holiday meal in years past. She exhaled a shaky sigh before removing her glasses and pinching the bridge of her nose. As hard as she tried she couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. She cursed to herself, frustrated with how she couldn’t control the emotions that stress brought on.

Damn him, Olivia thought. Damn that smug asshole. Who did he think he was, making fun of her weight and then asking to fuck her the next? What kind of pathetic excuse for a woman did he take her for? If there was anything that Olivia was proud of, it was the fact that she had found some hidden power within herself to stun Negan with a simple slap.

Olivia replaced her glasses on her face and smiled to herself as she stared at her right hand. She swore that she could still feel the way that his cheek connected with her palm. At that moment, she had felt strong when she watched how Negan’s eyes widened in shock and he needed a brief pause to recover. Where was that inner badass when Olivia needed her so many times for bullies in her past?

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Many of us know Olive Garden’s slogan When You’re Here, You’re Family.  Well, I recently put that to the test.

The tables were wooden and nice to sit at.  The chairs were also comfortable.  The view wasn’t anything special, but there was a pretty cool looking van in the Walmart parking lot that had flames on its sides. 

I was immediately offered wine, and after admitting I was underage, refused wine.  If you’re going to offer me wine, please don’t rescind your offer.  It’s common courtesy.

The napkins were probably the highlight.  They were cloth and worked really well at cleaning the windows.  One waiter told me I didn’t have to do that, but I insisted.  After all, I like a good, clear view of parking lots.  Who doesn’t.

Finally, it was time to order.  I went with the pizza.  The menu said I could pick four toppings, so I chose half portions of eight toppings.  There were only seven to choose from, though, so I made one up.  “…and blorgaspork.”

“Sorry?  What is blorgaspork?”

“That’s your job to know, now isn’t it.”

After a reasonable wait, my food arrived.  It was a really good meal, not exactly overpriced, but not exactly underpriced either.  It was just priced.

My waiter soon arrived and asked me if I wanted dessert. 

“Steve,” I said, “Have a seat.”

He did.

“I have this business idea.  And while I’m here, and we’re family, I was hoping you could give me a loan.”

Steve tried to laugh it off.  Like it was some kind of joke.  I was offended and he could tell.  “Steve, this isn’t a joke.”

Steve looked a bit nervous.  I grabbed his hands and pinned them to the table.  “Are we family or not, Steve.”

“Not in the literal sense…” said Steve.  I wasn’t going to let him reason his way out of this one. 

“Look, Steve.  I cleaned your windows.  Family does that for each other.  They clean each others’ windows.  Now, don’t you think I deserve that loan?  We’re family, Steve, we’re family.”

Steve handed me 13 bucks.  “Thanks, Steve.”

★★★☆☆

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Axl Rose imagine (requested) (fluffy? smut)

Usually spending time with your girlfriends would make you feel good - you always had a great time together. Today has been different though. They have brought up that one topic you hated the most: sex. You didn’t hate it because it made you feel ashamed to talk about it, you were ashamed because you knew you were the only one of your friends who had zero experience so far. Of course it shouldn’t matter to you at all or at least not that much but you couldn’t help it. They would always talk about it in detail which made you feel left out like you were missing something in your life and those thoughts simply wouldn’t leave your mind anymore. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to change it, you were just afraid you might be doing it for the wrong reason one day but by now you were convinced you wanted it. You wanted to know what it was like and you didn’t quite understand why you kept telling yourself to wait for the right guy, for the perfect partner. After all this was real life and not some fairytale.

You locked the door behind you and glanced at your watch. It was past 7 pm and already dark outside. Whilst you took off your shoes you could hear the TV from the living room so you assumed your roommate Axl didn’t feel like going out on a saturday night. The imagination of doing nothing for the rest of the night and simply watching some nonsense on the tube together seemed like a good idea so you sat down next to him on the sofa.

“Hey, (Y/N). You’re already back?”

“Yeah, I didn’t feel like going out tonight” you said. “What about you, what are you watching?” Axl pointed to the television. “Some MTV. It’s weird to hear those words from ya, by the way.” “Why?” “You always go out on the weekend.” You raised your eyebrows. “Oh, now I get it; you wanna be left alone. That’s no problem, I’m tired anyways.” Axl snorted and grabbed your wrist to keep you from getting up. “Okay, for one thing: no one goes to bed before 10 pm and for another thing: I don’t wanna get rid of you. I was just wondering why you’re already back. You’ve been excited the whole week to see your friends again for all I know.” “I suddenly wasn’t in the mood anymore.“ You sighed and rested your head on his shoulder, he put his arm around you - those friendly turns were already common to the both of you.

“So? What happened?” “You don’t have to talk to me about it.” “I know, but I want to.” Axl grabbed the remote control and turned down the volume a bit. “It’s a bit awkward to talk about it.” “Oh” Axl said and grinned. “I get it.” “What?” you asked in confusion. “How?” “Well… it’s something that affects all women on this planet. You don’t have to feel awkward about it.” You chuckled as you realized what Axl was talking about. “I’m not talking about my period.” “Okay…” he drawled. “Then what? Do you have a crush on a guy and he showed up randomly?” “No!” you protested. “Let’s not talk about it. It doesn’t matter anyways.” “So it has to do something with a guy, am I right?” You avoided to look at Axl at all costs and stared at the TV screen. “Kind of… not with any particular guy though. My friends talked about sex a lot and they all have their expiriences except for me and… I don’t know. It bothered me. And it still bothers me now.” “So what exactly bothers you? Do you feel exluded?” “Yeah, kind of but that’s not the problem.” Your cheeks turned pink when you mumbled: “It bothers me that I never had sex and I finally wanna change it.” “What’s keeping you from it? You’d easily find a guy who would be willing to sleep with you.” You rolled your eyes and shook your head. “Yeah right” you murmured sarcastically. “I mean it, (Y/N). You only need to overcome your shyness a bit.” You remained silent for a moment before you said: “Let’s just watch TV, no more talking.” Axl gave you a smile. “Sure.”

Now that you had talked to Axl about your problem your thoughts were running wild. Although you couldn’t know you were sure Axl had a lot of experience. You were convinced that many girls tried to throw themselves at him just because from the way he looked and why would be say no to them?

Maybe Axl could help me…

Your face turned bright red the second you had thought about it and you suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable next to Axl.

“What’s the matter with you now? You look like you had seen a ghost or something.” You laughed nervously. “Oh, I wish.” You glanced at him shortly but Axl caught you looking at him. “(Y/N)?” “Uh-huh?” “What’s up?” “I just had a stupid idea” you said and cursed yourself for even letting him know. “Tell me about it.” Although everything inside of you screamed ‘NO’ you opened your mouth and said: “I was wondering… I bet you have a lot of experience with sex.” Axl smirked. “Why would you think that?” “Because I’m pretty sure a lot of women think you’re attractive and charming and stuff like that.” Axl nodded. “Okay, what if it was true?” “What do you mean?” you asked, playing dumb. “What kind of use would you make of that information?” By now he had turned all his attention on you and a sly smile played upon his lips. You averted your gaze. “I would ask you to… to… you know?” “To give you some advice?” “Maybe a bit more than that” you mumbled quietly. “Look at me, (Y/N).” You did as he told you although you wanted to curl up and die right now. “Are you serious? You want to sleep with me?” You took a deep breath. “Oh god. It’s a stupid idea, forget about it.” You got up quickly and ran a hand through your hair. “I was just kidding, Axl.” He got up as well and followed you into your room. “Wait a second, (Y/N). You can’t just ask me to have sex with you and then run off into your bedroom… well. Actually that’s not even a bad idea.” Before you could protest Axl had already closed the door and walked towards you until he was only inches away from you. “I know you meant it, (Y/N).” You gulped. “But… I have no idea…” “That’s why you asked me, right?” “You don’t really wanna do this, do you?” Axl gave you a cocky smile as he lightly pushed you onto the mattress and crawled on top of you. “I think I just made it quite obvious.” “I’m nervous” you admitted. “But I really, really want this.” “I know what to do, don’t worry” he whispered softly before he placed his lips onto yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hungry for more as you melt with the kiss. Axl’s hands slowly glid down your body and under your shirt. Shivers ran down your spine when he fondled your breasts. You felt nervous but you wanted to keep going but when one of Axl’s hands wandered further down your body and between your legs you turned your head away and broke the kiss. Axl stopped in his actions immediately and pulled back to give you a concerned look. “Sorry, am I being too forward?” “No, but I’m scared… I… I’m sorry” you stuttered “I want it, trust me. I just…” “Shhh” Axl hummed “That’s perfectly fine, (Y/N). What are you scared of?” “That it might hurt. And are you even prepared? I mean… did you think about prevention?” “Of course I am, don’t worry” he promised. “It might hurt a bit but I know what to do and I’ll be careful.” “Okay” you whispered and to show Axl that you wanted to continue you tugged at his shirt to beckon him to take it off. He grinned and took it off, then he nodded at you. “Your turn.” Bashfully you followed suit and this time you let Axl touch you everywhere on your body. You were a bit unsure about what to do so you simply kept your arms around his neck. When Axl started to unbuckle your belt he said: “You can touch me too, you know?” “Oh, uh… sorry” Axl chuckled and pecked your lips. “That’s alright.” With nervousness rising inside of you you placed your hand on Axl’s already semi-hard crotch and Axl moaned quietly when you started rubbing him. Meanwhile he slid his hand into your panties and slowly started stroking your clit. You had goosebumps all over your skin and felt a hot sensation running through your body - it felt incredibly good to be touched like that. Now that you were arroused you wanted to speed up the process and unzipped Axl’s pants and hesitantly tugged on them. Axl took the hint and got up quickly to pull them down along with his boxers before he did the same to you. You felt a bit uncomfortable now that you were completely naked but you tired to hide it. Your eyes met and you let out a shaky breath. “And you really wanna keep going?” he asked and you knew from the way he looked at you that it’d still be fine to say no. But you wanted him so bad so you simply nodded and waited impatiently for him to put on the condom he had kept ins his pocket. Axl crawled back on top of you and his hand wandered back between your legs. You let out a moan of pleasure when he pushed two fingers inside of your wet spot, making you squirm. He pulled them out and pushed them back in and you had to bite your bottom lip to hold back another moan, digging your fingernails into his skin. Axl pressed his lips against yours and slid his tongue inside your mouth. He pulled away his hand and you could feel his hard-on between your legs as he slowly entered you. You broke the kiss, Axl glanced at you shortly before he closed his eyes and groaned with relish as he slid deeper inside of you. Although he was going slow it hurt more than you had expected.

“Ow! Ow, wait… wait…” you begged. Axl stopped and bit his bottom lip. “Sorry, I’ll be more careful” he whispered. You knit your brows and nodded. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked tenderly but you shook your head. “No. No, I want you, Axl.” You pecked his lips. “Keep going.” He gave you a smile and although it hurt as he got deeper inside of you it felt amazing at the same time. You moaned in a mix of pleasure and pain and wrapped your legs around him to press your body closer to his. Axl mumbled: “Fuck, you’re so tight baby” He slowly slid in and out of you, still being careful enough not to hurt you any further. You felt pleasure building up inside of you. You were closer to the brink and when Axl let out another groan as he came inside of you it was enough for you to reach your climax at the same time. Axl remained on top of you for a short while to place another kiss on your lips before he laid down next to you.

You frowned when you noticed that your eyes had gotten watery. Axl put his arms around you to pull you closer to him and you rested your head on his chest and listened to his racing heartbeat. Although you tried to hold the tears back you soon felt them running down your cheek.

“Hey, are you crying?” Axl asked in concern. “Yeah, I-I guess” you said. “Was it not good, did it hurt much?” “No, it was wonderful, Axl” you breathed. “I don’t know why I’m crying, I’m just really emotional right now.” “So… you don’t regret it?” “Not at all” you reassured him. “What about you?” Axl caressed your cheek and wiped away your tears. “I loved it and…” he hesitated before he said: “We could do that again some time. I’d really like that.” You smiled at him. “Yeah, I think I’d really like that too.”

anonymous asked:

There's this girl who I had a thing with around the time I was trying to figure out my sexuality, which was a bad idea because I started pushing her away and I messed up a lot because of course it hurt her. Now I'm 100% sure about my sexuality and I've never been able to get her out of my head since, I regret pushing her away. I just want to kiss her finally I don't know how to get her back. Any ideas? Or do you think I have no right to try and get her back?

You can try something. Call her and ask her how she is. Be kind and talk about your mistakes only if she asks. However, if she doesn’t want to give you other chances, stop immediately and disappear forever.

What Did I Get Myself Into? - 3

“So, are you sure you’re okay with talking about your job now?” Spencer asked, for what felt like the 80th time.

You just rolled your eyes. You had been seeing Spencer for five weeks now. Granted, that five weeks didn’t consist of a ton of dates, but that was because of his work schedule. He was called away on cases on a near-constant basis, but you were making it work, and you really enjoyed his company. There was something that felt different about him when compared to your previous boyfriends. He was grounded, insanely intelligent, exceedingly kind, completely adorable and unbelievably, stunningly fucking gorgeous. “Babe, we’ve been dating for a while now and I have been assured that you won’t run away because of my job, so yea, I’m good with it,” you said, sitting on the couch next to him.

He put his arm around you, slipping his hand into your wavy hair, swirling the tendrils through his fingers. “Ok, is it also okay to ask about previous relationships at this point? I don’t know what’s ok, you’re the first woman I’ve been this involved with.”

“Really?” you blurted out, completely taken aback. You’d never considered he’d never been involved. He was such a catch.

Spencer saw the look on your face and blurted out without speaking, “That doesn’t mean I’m a virgin though.”

You raised your eyebrow, “So, not a virgin, but never in a committed relationship?”

“The job makes it really hard,” he said honestly, “and up until you, I’ve never really wanted to put in the work with anybody, but you’re different. There’s something about you I’m drawn to.”

“I’m surprised someone hasn’t snatched you up before now, but I’m glad no one did - and yea I’m fine talking about previous boyfriends.”

You settled your head in his lap, looking up toward him as he continued to play with your hair. There was about 30 minutes until the lasagna you were cooking was done. “So, what do you want to know?”

“How about this? In order to make this more comfortable for you, I’ll ask all the boyfriend/job-related and sex-related questions I have on my mind in a rapid-fire style and you answer the first thing that comes to mind. That way we’ll just have everything out in the open.”

That would probably be better. If you wanted this relationship to work, and you really did, you figured getting all the “dirty little secrets” out in the open would be a good idea. “Sounds good,” you said smiling, “and…go!”

“How many boyfriends have you had and why did the relationships end?” he asked first.

“I’ve had two boyfriends. One in high school and early college. His name was Mark. We ended amicably, it was just hard because we went to two different colleges. The other I started dating when I was 26 and I broke up with him after three years because I found out that he was cheating on me. It ended about a year ago.”

“He cheated?” Spencer asked, disgusted at the thought.

“Yup!” you said, extending your arms in the air and almost hitting him in the face, still salty as fuck that the bastard wasted three years of your life. “And you wanna know how I found out?” He nodded. “His eight-months pregnant girlfriend marched up to me at the pizza place down the block demanding to know who I was?”

Spencer’s mouth dropped open like a Looney Tunes cartoon. “Seriously?” You nodded, sitting up and facing him, cross-legged on the couch.

“What an asshole.” He mirrored your stance and moved on to the next question. “Okay, you said you were ‘boring’ when he first met. What did you mean by that?”

“In the sexual aspect? I wanted to impress upon you when we met that just because I own a sex shop, doesn’t mean I’m into a ton of freaky shit,” you started, “I have been fairly vanilla in my sex life - same basic positions, never really dressed provocatively. I’ll clarify now that we’re dating. I’m open to things, they just need to be with the right person, you know?”

“Absolutely,” he said, “Duly noted. Now, total honesty, have you ever used anything you sell in the shop?”

You looked down and blushed. Again, you weren’t completely vanilla. “Yea, mainly vibrators. They are the only thing that get the job done,” you laughed.

Spencer looked surprised, “So follow up question, if they are the only thing that get the job done, does that mean you’ve never had an orgasm with someone else? Only by yourself?”

This was getting personal, quickly, but you were honest. “Nope, I’ve only been able to do it myself.”

He smiled, pushing his tongue up against his lips, “Again, duly noted. I have to keep that in mind.”

You snorted, secretly hoping he’d be able to give you that ever-elusive one-on-one orgasm. “Ok,” he asked, pausing as if trying to find the right way to word what he was about to ask, “If there is one thing you want to use from your store that you haven’t yet, what is it and why do you want to try it?”

“Oh my god,” you said, blushing yet again as your head collapsed into your hands, “I will answer, but only if I can shoot the question back at you. You need to reveal some kinky thing you wanna try so we’re even.”

He laughed, “Ok, deal. So?”

You never revealed this to anybody, even Dawn, you liked being the mysterious, ‘boring’ person your friends thought you were, so you kept it to yourself. “I…,” you began, breaking your gaze and biting your lip, “There is a kit that I sell…of ropes…” He smirked. Dammit. That smirk was hot. “I realllllllyyyy like the idea of being tied up.”

He bit his lip as well. He must’ve liked the idea of seeing you tied up, which only served to put your mind in overdrive. “Why do you like the idea? That’s the second part of the question,” he said, after noticing you shrug, like you didn’t want to give a reason.

“I guess it’s because, in my daily life, I have to be the strong person. I can’t own a shop, selling the kinds of things that I sell and then have a ‘submissive personality.’ I’d get trampled - or worse. I could end up being the kind of victim you investigate. I have to be strong, so I like the idea of trusting someone enough to be completely the opposite - to be vulnerable,” you said, surprised you had confided in him something you hadn’t even told your best friend. “Now you. It’s only fair.”

Spencer took a deep breath. “Hmm…Well, the opposite of you…in my daily life, I’m looked at as the non-threatening and submissive one, so the idea of being dominant realllllyyyyy appeals to me,” he said, mimicking your early sentiment. “I guess the idea of someone trusting me enough to do certain things,” he emphasized, “is fascinating and alluring.”

As the timer on the oven beeped, drawing your attention to the delicious smell of Italian food, you looked his way, “I am so glad you walked into my store that day.”

Date Night

Description: Sam x reader. Dean x reader friendship. Just a short one shot, the reader gets ready to go on a date and Dean drops a bombshell on her.
Words:1417
Warnings: None
Author’s Note: As a few people requested it, this is a continuation of my imagine from a couple of days ago! Fluff fluff and fluff, enjoy!

If they could just leave alone for 10 minutes then-

“Hey, Y/N?” Dean said sticking his his head around the corner, “Are you free for a moment?”

You put down the make up brush and let out a frustrated sigh as subtly as possible. You turned to face him with an eyebrow raised.

“It depends, is it about my date tonight?” You said with a tight voice. On seeing Dean’s grimace you rolled your eyed and turned back to the mirror. “Yeah, I thought as much.”

“It’s important.”

“Is it though?” You sighed, pursing your lips and spinning back around, “Look, I know you like the hunting dynamic as it is and I get that you two like to be protective but I’m a hunter too, remember? I’m not some weak and flimsy girly girl who needs protecting. You seem to be able to date whoever you damn well please but-”

“Sammy’s in love with you.”

You froze. You had to have misheard that, surely to God.

“I’m sorry, what?” You said in a small voice.

“Sam. He’s in love with you, Y/N.”

“Oh.”

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((a Kallura request for @neptune47

Sorry this took so long!))


Keith held his gaze on the stunning sea of stars that lay beyond the glass of the castle’s windows before allowing his eyes to drift down to the knife that sat in his lap. Running his finger over the hilt, Keith traced the design that scorched itself into his memory after years and years of observation.

He repeated the motion again and again. Just as he had done so many times back on earth. The unknown nature of the blade had always haunted him before. Constantly reminding him of a part of his past he had no knowledge of.

But now a portion of that weight had been lifted. Keith knew things about his past now that helped to glue the fragmented pieces of his identity together.

Mind, he had never even considered that he might be part alien but there it was laid out bare.

There were still questions. Leftover doubts and fears. But they were lighter on his mind then they had ever been before. No longer haunting him. Keith felt lighter and more relaxed than he had been in years.

Or he had.

Until Shiro disappeared.

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