i look really bad as a chick sorry

Saturday Night Live meme
  • “I’ve been drunk since eleven A.M.”
  • “Say, where are the whores?”
  • “I’m not a baby! I’m just scared the monster’s gonna eat us.”
  • “You don’t gotta go looking for scary stuff. It’s gonna find you.”
  • “This lady done lost her damn mind.”
  • “Okay, let’s go. These white people are crazy.”
  • “This chick takes dumps out of her mouth!”
  • “I loved taking a race car to that improv class with you.”
  • “It feels really good to laugh, because before this I was in a really bad cult.”
  • “We were rolling down a hill in two giant plastic hamster balls.”
  • “Sorry I got mad. That’s not me. Well, it is me, but I’m doing a bad job hiding it.”
  • “I served in Iraq. I was a waitress at a diner there for three years.”
  • “All the girls hate me just because I’m so mean to them!”
  • “Well, I live in Hollywood. I’m a pediatric nurse… I’ve also done some light porn.”
  • “Look in her eyes! There’s nothing inside! It’s Miss Trash 2016!”
  • “My mom’s a bitch! She still makes me sit in a car seat and it faces backwards so I never know where we’re going! I get so carsick I have to suck on my own foot to calm me down!”
  • “Her foot is in the guacamole!”
  • “They do wheelies, they smoke E-cigarettes, they dry hump in their cars. Now, I know they’re doing it because I can hear the sound of the denim on the denim!”
  • “I’ve been sober now for twenty minutes.”
  • “I’m sorry; some kind of fat bird just hit my mouth. I need a minute.”
  • “I totally just kissed your head! That was weird!”
  • “I’m gonna match my eye shadow to my dress, to my nails, to all the crystal clips in my hair so I’m like one big color.”
  • “After school I went and said ‘what can I do for some extra credit’ and it was on.”
  • “I walked to the car with my arms out, kind of like spinning in circles like a Disney princess. Like… mid-song.”
  • “Whoa! I found a dead squirrel in your pool!”
  • “I even taught myself how to break dance. And I was good! Like, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really good!”
  • “The only thing I eat for breakfast is a single vitamin and two diet cokes.”
  • “May you only have daughters!”
  • “You know… you remind me of the bad guys in the Bible.”
  • “I smell bad, but I look good.”
  • “I knew he was dating that chicken; I just knew it.”
  • “You know: the haircut all moms have! That’s a soft waterfall in the front but knives in the back.”
  • “Don’t speak! If you speak they will know you are simple; if they know you are simple they will drown you in river.”
  • “I can’t find my debit card; I think my identity’s been thieved.”
  • “God! I wish I was a lesbian so I didn’t have to carry a purse.”

anonymous asked:

This site needs more angsty things. I'd love a scenario where s/o has an EXTREME aquaphobia but boys (i'd like Leon, Byakuya, Mondo, Nagito, Kokichi and Korekiyo, if it's okay for ya) don't take it seriously and 'accidentally' push s/o into the water (sea, lake etc). They start to make fun of s/o until they notice that s/o's panicking really bad, hyperventilating and storming to the edge with tears. And that's the moment when they realise s/o's fear isn't a joke.

*Shivers* Ah I hate that, I have aquaphobia >_>

Request: Leon, Byakuya, Mondo, Nagito, Kokichi and Korekiyo not taking S/O’s aquaphobia seriously 

Leon Kuwata:

- He took you on a nice day out to the beach

- You tried your best to make up an excuse to not go there but he wouldn’t listen

- He often teased you about your aquaphobia saying it’s kinda silly to be scared of water

- He’d walk by the water almost teasingly whilst you stayed a lot more near the sand

- “Alright S/O, you know what they say! The best way to confront your fear is to face it!”

- Before you know what’s happening, he picks you up and laughs as he runs into the sea

- He then throws you so that you’re neck deep in the water

- “Haha, see! It’s not that bad!”

- You’re panicking now, shaking, crying, you just want to get out of there

- You do your best to get to the shore as quickly as possible and as soon as you’re safe you curl up into a ball on the sand and start crying

- “Huh?… S/O?”

- He walks up to you and places a hand on your shoulder but you quickly flinch away

- “N-No! Please.. Don’t…”

- “Damn. You really weren’t kidding about being terrified huh?”

- “Of course not! I hate water! Why did you do that?!”

- You’re mad but your words come out somewhat chocked due to your crying

- “Sorry… It was just… A joke”

- It takes you a while to calm down but you feel wary now whenever he hugs you

Byakuya Togami:

- Well, he’s rich so of course he has a private pool

- He invited you to it but you honestly hated the idea

- You stood by the edge staring at the water with fear

- “U-Um… Togami - kun… Can I not?…”

- “Oh? Is this about your aquaphobia again? Honestly S/O that’s such a silly fear, do you get scared when you drink a glass of water too?”

- He smirks at you while you give him a sharp look

- “You know it’s different Togami - kun.”

- “Then perhaps we should change that”

- He takes a step closer and then extends his hands causing you to stumble back and fall into the pool

- You’re violently splashing trying your best to keep your head above the water

- He squints at you before he realises you can’t actually swim

- He leans over and offers his hand

- You quickly take it and he pulls you out

- You’re hyperventilating now your grip tightening

- “Forgive me S/O… I didn’t mean to hurt you in any way”

- You just look at him trying your best to calm down again, there are tears in your eyes 

- He helps you sit up and wipes away new tears

- “Sorry… I won’t ever do that again…”

- You just nod

Mondo Owada:

- Seeing as he was a bike gang leader he didn’t really take a fear of water that seriously 

- He took you on a bike ride to a little park with a small pond

- You bit your lip as you walked next to him

- “Hey look S/O! Water!”

- You cross your arms and glare at him

- “It’s not that bad”

- He stretches and ‘accidentally’ pushes you

- You lose your balance and fall in the pond

- Why is a small pond so deep?!

- You try and reach out for the edge but you can’t see really well

- This is how I die

-  You eventually just stop struggling but then you feel a pair of hands lift you up

- “S/O. You alright?”

- You’re too shocked to speak so you just murmur

- “I…Almost died..”

- He takes off his jacket and wraps it around you

- “Sorry chick, I didn’t actually mean to”

- You nod clinging onto the jacket

- “Sorry I didn’t believe ya either”

- “Don’t… Again…”

- “Yeah sure thing”

- You’re hesitant at first but you let him carry you back to the motorbike

Nagito Komaeda:

- Trash like him shouldn’t make fun of you

- But a fear of water was somewhat ironic seeing as they were right by the beach

- Maybe you were lying to him? With his luck it was entirely possible

- When he offered for you to spend time with him you accepted but had no idea he was taking you to the beach

- He just had to check if you were lying or not

- He would watch your reactions but you seemed rather calm, looks like he’ll have to test whether you were lying or not

- He doesn’t want to make it too obvious so he simply sticks out his foot a little causing you to trip and fall into the water

- You instantly started shaking and doing your best to stand but the tide wasn’t exactly helping you

- No this is wrong

- He quickly helps you up and carries you away

- “Sorry S/O - san… Just my luck to lead to a situation like this”

- “I….I…”

- He can see you’re shaking and having difficulties breathing

- He quickly wraps his jacket around you before putting his hands on your shoulders and making you look at him

- “Copy me okay?”

- You do your best to copy his breathing pattern until you calm down

- He feels terrible for causing you to end up like this… Why did he not believe you in the first place?

Kokichi Ouma:

- He’s a prankster of course he thought you were fooling him

- “Nishishi~ How can S/O - chan be scared of water if we drink it? Aren’t we like 70% water ourselves?”

- He’d often make digs like that at you but you chose to ignore most of them

- One day you stupidly agreed to let him take you somewhere

- “Yes yes but you have to put on a blindfold first!”

- You find this really suspicious

- “It’s just for a pinata, geez S/O - chan a little more faith huh?”

 - You honestly have no idea why you trusted him so easily

- You only learnt your mistake when you felt a push and suddenly found yourself in a body of water

- You quickly remove your blindfold and gasp for breath whilst Ouma giggles on the shore

- “Huh?.. S/O - chan?”

- You feel paralysed, you can’t even swim to the shore

- Ouma quickly pulls you out and stares at you

- You can’t help yourself, you slap him and then burst into tears

- “I hate you!”

- He brings a hand to his cheek never taking his eyes off of you

- “I’m sorry. That was kind of a dick move wasn’t it?”

- “You think?!”

- “I didn’t want to hurt you… It was just a joke”

- His voice lacks any mockery, he quickly stands and starts to walk away

- “W-Wait.. Where are you going?”

- “My people will be here in a minute to help you home. I’m sorry”

- As he walks away you could swear you heard a sniffle escape him

Korekiyo Shinguji:

- Whenever the two of you walked past a pond or a lake you’d hear a soft “Kukuku~”

- “Stop it…”

- “My beautiful S/O - san is scared of something so basic? That is amusing you must admit”

- You turn away from him and find that you’re right by the edge of the water

- You inhale sharply which causes him to turn around and bump your shoulder

- That was enough to send you crashing into the water

- You scream as you do you violently move your arms to keep your head as high as possible

- He’s slightly confused at first but as soon as he hears your scream he quickly kneels and offers his hands

- You’re kind of scared to take them, if you stop moving the surely you’ll start sinking

- “Let me help S/O - san!”

- You nod and grab onto him

- He easily lifts you out and you cling onto him

- “Did you… Purpose…”

- She frowns at you

- “Did I do that on purpose?”

- You nod as you’re unable to get any words out

- “No… I didn’t mean to push you. It seems… I underestimated how big your fear actually was”

- You cling onto him as you sob into his chest

- From that point on he makes sure that you’re nowhere near the water whenever the two of you go on walks

Remus: I’m sorry… 

Remus: It’s really bad, Sirius.

Sirius: I don’t give a damn about the scars. I don’t think they’re “bad”… I don’t think they’re “gross”, or whatever the hell you always call them. They’re you… and I… I like you…

That includes the scars. 

Remus: *stares* 

Remus: *nervously unbuttons his shirt* 

*The scars are carved all the way down Remus’s torso, several near his stomach looking as if the wounds had nearly gutted him*  

Sirius: *shocked by the intensity of the scarring* *hesitates* 

Sirius: Remember how I always told you chicks dig scars? 

Sirius: Guess that makes me a chick. 

Remus: ………. *snorts* 

Remus: You’re an idiot. 

Ain’t No Daddy’s Girl

Request-Sister!Imagine where she’s a witch and the hunts with TFW go pretty well but all of a sudden after a hunt John appears and starts bossing all of them around. Dean thought it would be a good idea to bring him along with them for hunts and everyone else disagrees exept John. During a hunt he finds out she’s a witch and Cas is an angel and he says some pretty hirtful things to them both but she stands up for herself and Cas and John leaves. TFWxReader fluffy ending??

Word Count-1524

Warnings-Just John being a dickhead

Tag- @evyiione

A/n-This is my first time writing the reader as a Witch and writing John so I hope I wrote it well sorry if this is crap. Also season 12 premiere was amazing, my poor Sammy :( oh and one more thing I did use a Harry Potter spell at the beginning lol

“STUPEFY!” You yell throwing a load herbs up in the air and at the Demons. The spell stunned the Demons and allowed Cas to take the rest of them out. Sam and Dean got captured and there was at least 10 Demons around them.

“You know you could just use the exorcism I taught you.” Sam said as you untied your brothers.

“That’s boring plus you gotta admit it me and Cas looked pretty bad ass.” You say high fiving the Angel.

“Whatever let’s go.” Dean said rolling his eyes but couldn’t help the small smirk on his face.

As all four of you made your way back to Baby you saw a shadow figure leaning against the Impala. “HEY!” Dean shouted holding his gun and running to the stranger. The rest of you quickly followed Dean and all got prepared to fight.

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✨Torn Between Part 6✨


I served us both some pasta and some strong wine, with this I knew that this was going to need some hard wine to go with our conversation and to let lose my stubbornness. We began to eat, Shakira kept looking at the flowers that were right in her face. She took a bite and then look at the flowers again, she laughed and shook her head. I finally asked
“Why you shaking your head?” I took a sip of my wine.
“I just can’t believe how beautiful they are!” taking a glance at them once again.
“I’m sure Pique has gave you more beautiful flowers than these! Come on Shakira!” I nudged her.
“No Pique has bought me flowers before, but not as beautiful as these flowers! Seriously who buys the vase too! It’s just simply gorgeous!” She said pointing at them with a fork full of pasta.
I just laughed.
“I am so jealous right now!” She squealed.
We finished our dinner, I took her plate, placed it in the sink.
“How about dessert?” I looked at Shakira, while opening the fridge. She nodded her head. I took the ice cream out and served ourselves.
“What is that?” she questioned as I was serving us.
“Homemade lemon ice cream.” I smiled as I scooped.
“What you know how to make homemade stuff!?” She said excitedly and shocked.
I just giggled and nodded my head.
“Don’t tell me that was homemade chicken alfredo!”
“Yes it was.” I smiled at her, while putting the ice cream away.
“Oh my God! That’s so amazing! I can barely cook for myself! You are how do you say it in the US? It has wife in it.”
I laughed and sat down with the ice cream, “Wifey material?”
“Yeah! That’s the word!” she said before taking a scoop of the cold delight. I just had to see her expression on her face. Her eyes rolled back as she savored it.
“What you think?” I smiled at her, waiting for her feedback.
“Unbelievable. You should come cook for me one day!”
“I would love too! How many people can say, Oh yeah I cooked for Shakira one time at her house. Right?” She just hmmed as she took another spoonful.
We finish and I started doing the dishes, Shakira wanted to help, but I told her “No Shakira! You are the guest.”
“Okay but I want to have more of that wine and to talk more about Marc.” She smirked.
“Yeah. I want more wine too. And oh okay, but he isn’t the only one! Just to let you know” I smirked as I was drying the dishes.
“Oh goodness. We are going to need the bottle.” She laughed as she took our glasses and the bottle, heading towards the couch. I finished up the dishes and headed to sit next to her. She already had the glasses filled to the top with the delicious but yet harsh red liquid. I grabbed my wine and plopped right next to her. She had her shoes off with her feet up on the couch sipping on her wine.
“So tell me!! Are you and Marc a thing now?” She said facing me with lit up eyes.
“Umm well here’s the story with Marc. My first day that I arrived here, my boss introduced me to the players, Marc was the very first one to come up and say hello to me. I really didn’t think much of it until today, that he likes me, Dani even told me that 2 other players like me as well. So after having that conversation, I had to exam Marc and after I was finished with him he asked me if he wanted to go get a drink after the game tomorrow. So I really wanted to say no because I have other drama going on with other players, but I eventually said yes to his beautiful green eyes. You should had seen his face, it lit up like I have never seen it before!”
“Awww how cute! Wait you said that there are more that like you? Besides Marc?”
“Yes. Rafinha and Neymar too.”
“Really! Three guys that’s a lot. I was maybe thinking that you had a love triangle problem but no you have a square problem. So who do like the most?”
“This is how it all started. You know how I told you about Marc in the beginning right?” Shakira shook her head “After Marc came up to me Rafinha did too, he was shy but sweet. Last was Neymar and at first I did not like him. Neymar seemed cocky to me. Well after Neymar said hello he told me that he liked me and he wanted to take me out. I just ignored his offer because I was told that we cannot date with in the league. So the next day Rafinha comes here and brings me donuts and coffee/tea/hot chocolate. I asked him how he found my house, comes to find out that he lives right across the street. But I can honestly say that I like Rafinha more because he’s not pushy and is sweet.” I said looking down shyly. I felt butterflies form in my tummy, when I thought about him.
“What! He lives right across the street? That house over there?” she said getting up and pointing behind the curtain. I just shook my head. “That’s really sweet of him.” She continued. “Go on.” She said as she sat down.
“So New Years comes up. Rafinha invited me to the club to meet up with some of the players to celebrate New Years. Before we go he gave me those other flowers over there, plus he compliments me, making me feel special. So I go, drinks where flowing, we all were having a good time getting along, laughing, I ask Marc to dance with me, we end up dancing very sexually, then Neymar cuts in, and compliments me on my dancing. I ask him where Rafinha was at and I look over and Rafinha is dancing with some chick, kissing her neck and feeling up all on her. I don’t know what it was Shakira but I really became sad and upset.”
“You were falling for Rafinha weren’t you?” She looked at me with sorry eyes.
“Yeah. I did. So later on everyone was celebrating, I was dancing with Neymar again and when the clock stuck 12, I kissed Neymar seductively. Long story short, we had sex.” I said sipping looking the other direction awkwardly.
She gasped and hit me softly on my shoulder, “You bad girl!”
“Yeah, I know. But Shakira I seriously do not know what to do with these guys! Help me. Which guy do you think I should pursue?”
“Well Neymar is the type of person that just want to have sex with, with no strings attached. I love Neymar but if you want a relationship, I would chose Rafinha because he is sweet and the protective type.”
“Well what about Marc?” I questioned almost whining.
“Well since you already said yes to go out with Marc on his birthday.”
“Woah woah wait! It’s his birthday tommorow!?!”
“Yeah. I think you should go but just to let you know he just broke up with his girlfriend, Melissa, I do not know if he is just looking for a fling at the moment but just be careful.”
I just nodded my head, looking into her eyes. That’s when she hugged me tightly, and said “I hope you make the right decision.” She let go, when I felt a motherly kiss on my forehead. She was so kind and sweet, that’s what I loved about her, she cared.
“I am so happy I have someone to talk to, Shakira. For a minuet I felt myself get lonely and no one to talk to.” I smiled kindly to her.
“Oh sweetie you always have me to talk to. Enough with this boy talk, let’s get drunk and have fun. Let’s forget about these men in your life.” She said sounding very mellowed out.
“Okay.” I said awkwardly. I think she was already light weight tipsy. I was feeling mellowed out as well.
Shakira chugged on her last of her wine and asked in a slurred tone “Do you have any more?”
“Yeah, I’ll get it for you.” I smiled. I was walking a little wobbly. I grabbed the wine from the fridge. I was in the process of opening it when Shakira said “I bet I can ask you anything right know!”
“Yeah. You can, I am pretty much and open book.” I said struggling a bit popping the cork.
“How was Neymar? I always wanted to know.” She cutely hiccupped at the end.
I giggled “He was really fantastic! His head game was the best I have ever had!” I finally opened it. I laughed because I was happy that I opened it. I walked over to her and sat down. I poured some in her glass and then mine.
She took a sip then said “Oh really that good ayy?”
“Yeah when I told him to stop, he kept going and giving it to me. I thought I was going to die.” I said exaggerating.
“Oh my god sounds heavenly.” She said rolling her head back, having her head rest on the couch.
“So can I ask you about Pique?” I smirked looking at her when her head shot up and stared at me.
“Oh let’s say if you ever see me walking funny, that means that he can put some serious damage on me. I like it, it’s good at the moment but the next day I am paying for it.” She just laughed and I laughed so hard, I literally almost peed my pants.
This night was literally the best, we talked about everything, and we danced, played music loud.
The next morning I woke up to the irritating sound of my alarm to get up to go to work. I ignored it and slept. I woke up to a second sound which was my ringtone for someone calling I answered in groggy tone “Hello?”
“(Y/N)!! It is 9 o’clock you were supposed to be here at 8! We are leaving in about an hour and 30 mins. Can you make it? You need to ride with us to the game.” Nate almost screamed my ear off.
I was alerted when he yelled my name. “Yeah I’ll make it boss! See you then.” I hung up.
I was still laying down on the couch when I noticed that I felt Shakira’s hand around my waist, she was still sleeping. I moved her hand gently and got up slowly. When I got up that’s when I felt the headache coming. I decided to take two pills, I went upstairs to take a quickshower, I got out and checked the time to see if I can blow dry my hair, and I did. I straightened lightly and then got dressed in my uniform. I still had 40 mins left so I made tea for Shakira and I laid out some pills for her. I wrote a note for Shakira
“Shakira, I had fun last night, I really needed that. I made you tea and I have 2 pills for you in case you needed them. Please lock up for me. See you later. Go Barca! – (Y/N)
I left grabbing my tote, locking the door behind me. I left my house and I drove past by a little yellow bakery, that’s when I remembered that it was Marc’s birthday. So I decided to buy him a small pastry with the candles that said 24. I got the little delight and left quickly to Camp Nou. I arrived to work and the players where already getting on the bus to go to the airport. I stepped on the bus and Nate was in the back waving for me to come sit next to him. I walked by and they all stared at me with this glare of stare that I was in trouble but not Marc, Marc waved to me, I smiled and waved, I sat next to Nate and he asked me “Why were you late?”
“I had a late dinner last night.”
“Oh okay. Just don’t let it happen again ok. Especially on game day.” I just nodded my head and laid my head back.
“So who are we playing against? And where are we going?”
“Elche, It’s in Elx. It’s about a 5 hour ride on the bus, but we will be taking the plane.” I just nodded my head and then pulled out my earphones to listen to my music. We arrived to the airport, people were stopping the players, taking selfies and autographs. We got on the plane I sat by the window, Marc came and sat next to me. I pulled my earphones out and started talking to him.
“Hey” He smiled.
“Hey. Happy Birthday Marc!” I said hugging him and kissing him on the cheek. He blushed.
“I have something for you.” I said as I grabbed my bag.
“Oh you didn’t have do that (Y/N).” He gave me a bright smile.
“No I wanted to.” I showed him the little pastry that I got him with the candle right on top.
“Aww how sweet. Thank you so much. I like it a lot.” He said and kissed me on the cheek. I blushed and said “You’re welcome Marc. You deserve it.”
“Thanks. I am really looking forward to our drinks later on.” He giggled.
“About that. Would you rather go have dinner instead?”
“Yeah. I would like that a lot better.” He smiled.
“Are you ready for the game today? You are playing today right?” I said changing the subject.
“Yeah I’m actually excited. Are you going to be on the field?”
“Yes. I hope so. I really want to see the game and how you guys play.”
“You mean watch me play.” He laughed. I laughed and pushed him. I was so sleepy, Marc and I talked but then I was nodding off in our conversation. That’s when I felt his hand touch my head, and he pulled me closer to him. I rested my head on his shoulder and fell asleep.
“(Y/N) wake up we are here now.” I heard Marc said sweetly.
“Oh okay.” I got up and followed him. We got into the bus and left. I sat next Marc while Rafinha was on the other side of Marc,sitting the next isle was Rafinha and Munir. Marc and I were talking and making jokes about the outfits they have to wear.
“I think the outfits we wear have too much blue in them.” He said looking at what he was wearing.
“I like it, it matches a lot of your guys’ skin tones. Especially yours.” I winked at him. He just giggled. We kept talking about the outfits and which one was his favorites, he was really funny, it was cute and adorable how he laughed. While we were laughing, on the other side of Marc, I heard Rafinha huff and he sounded really annoyed, finally he put his earphones on and stayed quite for the rest of the ride to Elche. We arrived and got situated. I noticed that none of the A Squad was there, o’well I thought to myself. Kick off started and it was cold, I was freezing, I sat next to Pique, we watched the game and I talked to him about Shakira and our fun night. The game finished and it was 4-0, it was okay not as exciting I thought I was going to be, but I was happy that no one got hurt and that we won.
We headed back to Barcelona, for some reason I felt jet lagged but I was happy we were going back home. We landed, when Nate told me I can go home for the rest of the day, when we got back. We arrived at Camp Nou, and the guys invited me for some cake for Marc, of course I couldn’t say no to cake. We all sang Happy Birthday to Marc, ate cake, then I had to leave. Before I went to my car Marc stopped me.
“Yeah?” I turned and looked up to meet his beautiful green eyes.
“I really am looking forward to our dinner.” He smiled rather excitedly.
“Yeah me to Marc. But you came all the way to tell me that.” I laughed continuing walking to my car.
“Yeah… Uhh I was going to ask you something. Oh yeah do you want to meet up or have me pick you up?” He said nervously.
“Umm I’d prefer to drive myself tonight Marc. No offense.” I shyly smiled, reaching the car.
“No offense taken love. I’ll text you the address of the restaurant.”
“Alright I’ll see you later.” I unlocked my door and Marc opened it for me. I hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, he lifted me off of the floor and hugged me tightly around my waist. He put me down slowly, I made eye contact with him, we awkwardly stared for a while, I felt my feet touch the ground when I gave him a quick kiss on the nose, I let go and he just smiled and blushed at me. I got into my car and went home to get ready.
I took a shower, blew dried my hair. I wore my favorite black lace set. I did my makeup dramatically than usual, for my hair I slightly curled it. For my dress, it was a black and it had gold rectangular trimming on the edges, this hugged my body nicely, I decided to wear the dress, with some black stockings and Mary Jane flats. I toped it off with a cute black hat. I received a text from Marc about the address and that he will be at the restaurant in 20 minutes. I left a little early to find where the restaurant was at. I arrived there and found parking. I got out of my car, and it was a little chilly, but beautiful night the moon was smiling to the world clearly. I walked up to the restaurant and it was dim, but yet romantic. I asked the receptionist,
“Is there a reservation under Bartra?”
He nodded his head and said “Yes, he’s here already. You look stunning by the way.” He said walking me toward the table then checking me out again. I just ignored the compliment. He showed me to the table that was close to the window that’s when I saw Marc staring at the menu.
“Sir your lady is here.” The receptionist said. Marc put his menu down and looked up with surprised eyes.
“Thanks. Oh my (Y/N) you look so gorgeous!” He stood up to hug me, kissing me on the cheek. I looked at him and said “You do to Marc! I love your suit, grey I like it. Making me feel underdress.” I smiled embarrassed that I was not dressed appropriately.
“You look gorgeous love, seriously.” Reassuring me with his beautiful smile, as we sat down the waiter took our drinks. We ordered our food and talked.
“I wanted to ask you. What happened earlier? Did you get in trouble?” He folded his hands waiting for me to answer.
“No, boss thinks I have to be there early. But I got there on time didn’t I?” I laughed sipping on my water.
“You’re not going to get anything to drink?”
“No, I’m done drinking for a while. I had the worst hangover this morning.”
“Oh so that’s why you where late.” He smirked. I nodded looking down.
“Hey, but you still made it and you managed to get me that pastry.” He smiled and touched the top of my hand. I looked at his hand then back at his face and smiled shyly. Perfect timing, the food came and he let go of my touch. We ate our food and talked about what we want in life, kids, marriage, our futures and previous relationships.
“So what about your previous relationship Marc? Did she break your beautiful heart?” I said regretting what I just asked. I looked at him and he was looking down struggling to say something, before he could answer I said “I’m sorry Marc. I didn’t mean to ask you that. You don’t have to talk about it if you down want to.”
“It’s okay. Yes she did break my heart and I don’t hate her for that. She was just not ready for the next step on our relationship.” He said with agony in his tone.
“Really Marc. But what was the next step?” I said and held his hand.
He smiled at our hands and said “She doesn’t want to move here and find a job here instead. We only get to spend a minimum time together.”
“Well maybe she wasn’t ready Marc. Just give it time. I am sure she will come back and realize that you are perfect for her?” I held his hand tighter.
“No. I don’t want her anymore. She can find someone else, I wish her the best. I want to move on and find someone who is willing to sacrifice anything for me.” He said sternly.
I just nodded my head and let go of his hand to take a drink, I was a little surprised to hear him say that, actually a little turned on because of how stern he was. I seriously did not expect that from Marc, but then again you don’t know anybody until you get to know them.
“I need a drink now.” I said when I felt heat creep up in between my legs. Not now I thought to myself. He is going through something keep it together!
“I thought you didn’t want to drink?” Marc laughed.
“Well it’s your birthday! And we should have a good time. I’ll have a few, you can have as many as you want.” “Waiter!?” I waved my hand.
“4 shots of tequila. I’ll have Swrewdriver. And Marc what do you want?”
“Umm cerveza.” He looked at the waiter. She just nodded her head and took our plates.
“4 shots of tequila!?” He looked at me surprised.
“Yeah. Back to back shots. Get you loosened up. I don’t want you to have a boring birthday.” I laughed. The waiter came to the table and gave us our drinks, waiter also gave us lime which makes it a lot better. We cheers and took our shots then bit the lime, I ate the whole lime and Marc was squinting. I started to laugh. “One more!”
Waving his hand saying that he couldn’t do another one.
“No Marc! You have one more and your home free.” I laughed while I handed him the second shot. He took it, and cheered and drank it. That one hit me, I felt mellowed and realized I was tipsy, I drank my fruity drink, but that just made it worse. I stopped drinking while I watched Marc drink his drink fast. We talked for a while, I had to go to the restroom. “Excuse me Marc, I have to go the restroom.” I walked right by him when he grabbed wrist tightly, pulls me down close to his face and he said “Baby don’t take too long.” Then kissed me hard, biting my lip softly, I could smell the alcohol and that was getting the best of him. I pulled away slowly and stared at him, I just smiled and left to use the restroom. I fixed myself, and looked at myself in the mirror, I was confused on what to do with Marc. Shakira’s word kept running through my head, but I came up with a solution about this situation. I walked back to our table and bent down to his ear, grabbing the back of head and feeling his soft black hair. I whispered seductively
“I think it’s time to go Marc and take this party to your house birthday boy.” Biting he’s earlobe and I headed towards the door, when I saw Marc pull out his wallet and dropped 2 bills down on the table. Before going outside I felt his hand be placed on my lower back and say “Let’s get a cab and go to my place?” we went outside.
“No, I’d rather drive myself to your house baby. I have work tomorrow.”
“Alright you follow me home.” He said kissing my cheek.
I followed him to his house and it was a nice house. We walked up to the front door, he opened it and let me in. I looked around and said “Nice house Marc.”
He grabbed my shoulders from behind and pulled my hair to the side and started kissing my shoulder then neck softly. In between kisses he said “(Y/N), I know you didn’t come here just to see my house.” He licked my sweet spot and I let out a soft moan that sent shivers down my spine. He laughed, I faced him and jumped on him wrapping legs on him pressing my lips on to his, kissing him pulling on his hair, while his hand wondered to my ass and with the other hand pulling my hat off, letting it fall to the floor, then grabbing a fist full of my hair and messaging the back of my head. Marcs’ hot lips conquered mine. Swaying gently in time. The kiss deepened, making me shiver in anticipation. The hardness of his body pressed into mine as the kiss went even deeper. I grazed my tongue along his bottom lips. He moaned with pleasure. He held me harder seizing rightfully what is his. His lips getting more furious and rougher. I came back for air, and my breathing became at a fast pace, trying to catch my normal breath. He smiled at me, I just giggled.
“God you’re so beautiful. Can I have you for my birthday?” he gave me a deep stare in to my eyes.
“I thought you never asked.” I smirked at him. He clashed his lips on my neck licking and biting my delicate skin. I grabbed his face and said “Love no love marks on my neck I have work tomorrow.” I giggled. “But you can have your way with me, I am yours for the night.” I winked at him.
“Oh baby I love that I can have my way with you.” He rolled his eyes back and licked his lips.
“To the bed room?” I said before kissing neck. Marc didn’t say anything he led me to his bedroom. I was kissing his neck then his sexy jawline that I just adored about him. We entered the room and gently sat me down on his bed, I quickly took off my shoes. He stepped back talking off his jacket, loosening his tie then pulling out his tucked shirt then unbuttoning it. He took off his dress shirt revealing his abs, kicked off his shoes, then siding his socks off. I just sat there biting my lip and staring at him, that’s when he looked up at me smiled evilly, pulled me up and roughly pulled my dress over my head exposing me. He stepped back and looked at my half nakedness. Marc bite his lip, then went behind me, I was confused, and my eyes followed him, when I saw him pull out a condom from his night stand and put it in his pocket. I turned away then just giggled softly, because I knew that he could not control himself. He made his way back to me and held out his hand, I grabbed it, he pulled me close to his bare chest,and I started kissing his neck when he unclasped my bra. He kneeled down and peeled off my black leggings, then looked up at me and asked me “Yeah?” I smiled at him looking down. He pulled my panties down then pushed me on the bed, I looked up at him and he was unzipping his pants, he pulls out the condom, my eyes wonder to the ceiling then I hear something else that comes out of his pocket, I look and they are handcuffs. My eyes shoot up and I say “What is that Marc?”
“Oh you know since you said I can have my way with you. I will have my way with you.” He winked. My mouth just dropped. He flipped me over, grabbed both of my arms and cuffed them, leaving in a helpless position, I hear him unwrap the condom.
“Ready baby?”
“Mmmmhm yess papi.”
He grabbed my hair and tugged on it pulling me closer to him.
“What did you say?”
“Yes papi.” I said with lust in my voice. He slowly entered his tip, I gasped then he entered fully, making me scream in the sheets. I felt my walls wrap his warm manhood, making my walls create wetness. We remained motionless absorbing the sensation feeling.
“You like that?” He said leaned in, pulling my hair, and biting my ear. Making me bite the sheets moaning. He let go of my hair and moved his hands down the lower back squeezing, putting pressure on my hips, and then moving slowly in and out of me.
“More!” I scuffled. He made my wish granted, he was hard and incredibly accelerating into my opening, pounding, non-stop, I felt something heating up inside me, and I was close.
“Marc, baby I’m close. Keep going aaaaah.” I bite my lip holding in my moan.
“Sssssss like that?” He moaned as he released. I just loudly moaned his name and came. He slid out swiftly, he was breathing heavily, as I was doing the same. Freeing my hands, my hands sunken in to the bed with the rest of my body. Thinking we were finished, Marc flipped me over and stared at me.
“What’s wrong?” I said. I saw his sweaty body, and the look in his eyes was filled with lust. He leaned in and started kissing me smoothly, the kiss deepened, one of his hand was on the side of my face and the other feeling my breast, messaging it. He made his way down my jawline, then sucking on my collarbone, then following the trail to my luscious lips, arousing me he made his way down to my clit and played with it, while his hands where my hips pulling me in closer. Sucking hard I climaxed, sending shivers down my spine. He looked at me and smirked.
“Round 2?” He said sucking on my hip. I nodded my head.
“Lift your legs, love.”
I lifted my legs, Marc forced them to go higher, making them touch my stomach, and I crossed them, setting my feet on Marcs’ chest for support. He was sitting on the bed with his knees, then forcefully entering his hard shaft into me, he placed both of his hands on the back of my upper thighs. His thrust became painful and yet arousing, making me want more. My hands where on the sheets clenching on to them, we stared into each other’s eyes while he was making me moan and groan his name. His mouth was opened as he pounced onto my tight opening, letting his head fall back he let out a sexy groan.
“Fuck (Y/N), you feel so good.” As he kept riding me out slowly, not wanting to let go.
“One more time, Marc!” I said out of breath. I let my legs fall on the side of him, making them spread wider. Marc looked at me shocked and climbed on top of me placing his hands over my shoulders and grinding between my legs, sticking himself inside me all the way. My hands were rubbing against his abs and he kept going, I moaned loudly making me melt and coming, but he still kept going driving my body in to overload and making me scream his name.
“AAAAAAHHHHHH FUCK MARC.” I dug my nails into his back while he sucked on my neck. Marc came and slowly pulled out falling right next to me. Grabbing me, hugging him, I wrapped my leg with his, giving him a reassuring kiss then letting my head fall on his chest.
“Happy fucking Birthday to me.” Marc sighed in pleasure. I just laughed and fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up with a beam of light that was coming from Marcs’ window. We were still wrapped up in each other’s arms. I looked up at him, I smiled because of his little snores that were coming from him. I decided to get up, gently grabbing his hand and setting it down. I grabbed my leggings, shoes and dress, and got dress. I went to Marc and kissed his cheek. I opened the door and went out closing the door facing it. I turned and jumped to find a lady holding my keys, my hat and a foam cup, she had brown hair with bangs, eyes like Marcs. I thought shit that’s his mother, I looked at her with a surprise on my face, while she smirked at me and handing me my things in discuss. I grabbed my things, smiled but she didn’t smile back, she opened the door to let me go. I felt very awkward while getting into my car, I looked at the door and she was gone.
I left and went home quickly to change I had no time for a shower, I took a sip of what was in that cup, I almost sipped it back up, but I got the harsh taste to go down my throat, it was black coffee, yuck. I went to work, none of the players where there today thank God, all we did today was paperwork. I was very uncomfortable the whole time sitting, plus I was walking a little awkward so I didn’t want anyone to notice me walking funny, I just sat most of the day. I tried my hardest to walk right but it hurt walking right. Work was finally over, I went home, ate, showered and decided to watch a movie before bed. So I’m sitting there watching ‘Gone in 60 seconds’ sipping on some wine, when I hear the doorbell ring.

Very late, and very long! This was for Marc’s birthday. OPINIONS PLEASE! Enjoy it Lovies! ❤️💙❤️💋

Fic: Here With You

~730 words of indulgent cuddle-centric fluff. G. Inspired by Jim and the Povolos’ “Holding You.”

When the buzzing and ringing of his phone alarm finally become impossible to sleep through, Kurt had to restrain himself from just flinging his phone out the window in annoyance.

“It should be illegal to have to get up this early,” he muttered, reaching out to silence his phone before it could wake Blaine, who was spooned up behind him like a koala bear.

“I’m sorry,” Blaine said, voice crackly with sleep. He nuzzled into the back of Kurt’s neck for a moment before pressing a fleeting kiss into his hairline.

“Shhh, honey. Go back to sleep,” Kurt said, turning to face Blaine and run a gentle hand through his hair. “I’m the only one of us who has to be to work early.”

“Wanna enjoy some time with you,” Blaine said, rubbing his eyes for a moment. Once he finished, he wrapped his arms back around Kurt’s waist. “We’re going to be so busy today that this might be my only chance until we get back to bed later tonight.”

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Thank you pt. 2

Harry Styles - 1573 words (Requested)


I realize after ten minutes that my pace is way too slow for me to arrive in fifteen like I’ve said to Harry on the phone. I’m shuffling over the pavement, really absorbing the scenery and looking, maybe even staring, at the people that pass me. The wind is harsh, the kind that blows past your ears in whooshes and leaves every bit of skin that isn’t covered frozen by its brisk touch. I don’t know what I am about to expect, of course he is going to try and convince me that what he said wasn’t what he meant to say, or that it was a joke, or.. I don’t know, there are multiple outcomes and none of them seem valid or reasonable to me. The problem is that I’ve let so many things slide past Harry, so many things that went wrong in our relationship that I brushed off.. I’m wondering if I should do it right now, again.

I shrug my coat closer to my body, sliding my bare hands into the pockets of the black woolen coat, shuffling my nose into the dark yellow scarf that I’d draped over my neck this morning. I wonder if he has told the boys that I overheard them and that I sort of left him. They probably know I’m not around, as at least one of them dropped by every two days to borrow something or just to have a short chat. Maybe Harry has told them a little white lie, that I’ve gone home to visit my dad or something.. Or other relatives. I chuckle out loud when I realize I am overthinking this way too much and Harry wouldn’t even try to come up with something because he’d forget his own lie and then fuck up the next time he’d see his mates. Because that is what happened with my last birthday and with our anniversary. The boy really is a bad liar.

I turn the last street, now the only living person on the road as I gaze towards the houses. Harry’s neighborhood is so much better than where my first flat was located in London. If I compare them now, I still wonder why I survived out there at night on my own. I see Harry’s flat come into view, the porch illuminated. When I squint my eyes, my upper body leaning in the direction I was looking, I see a silhouette of a person sitting on his front porch. As I approach, I can make out the silhouette as the outline of my boyfriend, apparently awaiting my arrival in nothing but one of his flimsy shirts.

“Are you insane? Go inside, you’ll get pneumonia like this.” I pull his biceps upwards, pulling a frigid Harry to his feet as he visibly starts to shiver. “I’m not cold, I’m fine.” He tries to fool me, a stupid grin on his face and I roll my eyes as I pass him up the steps and into the flat. He follows closely behind, rubbing his bare arms for a little warmth, pushing the door closed behind him with his bum.

I decide to keep my coat on, crossing my arms over my chest as I keep standing in the middle of the room, waiting for Harry to take a seat so I can distance myself. “You want something to drink?” I shake my head, but stop shaking as his mean hot chocolates pop into my mind. “Yeah, warm chocolate, if it’s not too much to ask?” I give him a tiny smile, my head turning immediately after as I gaze over the walls. Of course nothing had changed in the nine days I’ve been gone, but I try to occupy myself with anything so I don’t have to make that fucking dreaded small talk.

“Y/n, please sit down. Don’t be so hostile.” I hear Harry’s voice behind me and I swiftly turn to see him standing in the kitchen doorway with a grimace etched onto his features, a spoon dangling between his pointer finger and thumb. I take a deep breath, letting my shoulders slump as I shuffle towards the sofa. Harry follows after me, two cups filled with a steamy liquid in his large hands as he hands me my light blue mug. When he bends down I see he has made himself a cup of tea, and he takes a seat on the opposite sofa. I take a short sip of the drink, my eyes closing in bliss as the chocolate flavor prickles my taste buds.

“Y/n, I am truly sorry.” The only noise I make resembles one of ‘uhu’, nodding my head but rolling my eyes at the same time. This is nonsense, if he’s gonna sputter the same shit he has been doing over the course of nine days on the phone I’m wasting precious crying slash eating slash watching bad chick flicks time. “Look, listen.” I raise my head, our gazes catching as he bites his lip. He seems anxious, not the way I’m used to seeing my overconfident boyfriend.

“I really didn’t mean it that way. It was just, guy banter you know? You know I love you, why else would we have moved in together by now?” Harry groans, rubbing his face tiredly as I scoff in response. He still hasn’t given me an actual explanation and right now I am sick of his sideways excuses and him acting as if I’m the one that is being unreasonable here.

“Well I don’t know, maybe just to please me? Because I am most certainly more invested in this relationship than you are, clearly.” I huff out, tossing my coat off, letting it fall onto the sofa behind me before I cross my arms over my chest in a defensive manner. Harry mutters incoherently again, probably disagreeing with what I’m saying but right now not confident enough to sputter them out loud.

“What?” I bark again, flipping one leg over the other as well. The only thing that was happening right now was me getting even more enraged with him instead of what he was actually trying to accomplish.
“It’s stupid, okay!” Harry yells out and I’m taken back by the loud volume the man suddenly produces, my eyebrows raised and my teeth sunken into my lower lip. I am trying to hold in a giggle right now because I am most certain it wouldn’t do well for our talk right now.
“What is?” I decide to answer instead and Harry seems so fed up and anxious about finally giving me the real answer, making me nervous all again by what is going to spill from his lips.

“They’ve always asked me if I was ‘serious about this one’,” He makes air quotations around the certain words and I furrow my eyebrows, not yet pleased with the words he’s sprawling, “and whenever I opened up and was like yeah, I do believe she is one I will stay with, they’d either laugh at me or they’d confess they absolutely loathed her. But, the girls I just slept with, before you of course, they always liked.” Harry averts his gaze from mine, I know he always hated speaking about the girls he has been with before me because he truly believed I would leave him when I knew the exact number. But I’m not sixteen anymore, and I’ve been with some men as well during the course of my life. I can’t be angry about something I’ve done myself.

“So you lied because you don’t want them to hate me?”

“Niall and Louis always tell me how much they adore you. Liam likes you too, of course, but you’ve grown more close to the others.. And I am afraid that when I agree out loud that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, they might think differently of you in some way.”

“That’s some psychological shit, H.” I chuckle, my hand raising to cover my mouth when I realize what I said. Harry laughs as well, the light briefly returning to his eyes as his dimples come to show.
“But uhm.. Remember when it took me over half a year to get you and the girls together?” I scratch my arm awkwardly, a stupid grin on my features as Harry nods his head.
“Well, they weren’t that keen on you in the beginning.. With everything that was always in the magazines and such..” I pause, watching Harry’s face for any emotion but I can’t seem to detect any changes. “.. And I was scared they’d influence me too much, because I really liked you.”

“So you were afraid they wouldn’t like me but so what?” Harry states as he sets his now empty cup down, a frown on his face as he waits. “I don’t know. Maybe they’d influence me to break up with you and I would’ve regretted that for the rest of my life.” I smile at him, scraping my throat as I see a smile etch its way onto his lips as well. “Please come home.”
I nod my head, standing to my feet, waiting for Harry to stand up as well. I let my arms snake around his waist and I pull his closer to me, pressing my cheek against his toned chest before sighing out at the warm contact.
“I forgive you H. and I love you.”

I hope you enjoyed,
Lots of love,
L. xox

'Shrek' sentence starters!
  • "Like that's ever gonna happen!"
  • "Whoa! Hold on! Do you know what that thing could do to you?"
  • "This is the part where you run away."
  • "Oh really? You and what army?"
  • "Are you talking to... me?"
  • "Doesn't that bother you?"
  • "I like that boulder... that is a nice boulder."
  • "Please! I don't want to go back there! You don't know what it's like to be considered a freak!"
  • "Oh this is gonna be fun! We can stay up late, swapping manly stories, and in the morning, I'm making waffles!"
  • "What a lovely bed."
  • "What do I have to do to get a little privacy!!!"
  • "Run, run, run, as fast as you can!"
  • "You're a monster!"
  • "Technically... you're not a king."
  • "Do you think maybe he's compensating for something?"
  • "It's quiet... too quiet. Where is everybody?"
  • "That's a sacrifice I'm willing to make."
  • "The chair! Give him the chair!"
  • "What kind of quest?"
  • "Cakes! Everybody loves cakes!"
  • "No! You dense, irritating, miniature, beast of burden!"
  • "You know? I think I preferred your humming."
  • "If it was me, you'd be dead!"
  • "Oh, You can't tell me you're afraid of heights!"
  • "Let's have a dance then, shall we?"
  • "Two things! Shut. Up."
  • "I read it in a book once."
  • "You're just reeking of feminine beauty!"
  • "Wake up!"
  • "You've had a lot of time to plan this, haven't you?"
  • "But we have to savor this moment! You could recite an epic poem for me. A ballad? A sonnet! A limerick? Or something!"
  • "Well I have to save my ass."
  • "That wasn't in the job description!"
  • "Lets just say I'm not your type."
  • "Oh, you were expecting prince charming?"
  • Hey! I'm no one's messenger boy, all right? I'm a delivery boy."
  • "Tomorrow? It'll take that long?"
  • "I said, goodnight!"
  • "Come on! I was just kidding!"
  • "Sometimes things are more than they appear. Hmm?"
  • "Why don't you want to talk about it?"
  • "Why do you want to talk about it?"
  • "Who you trying to keep out?"
  • "Look, I'm not the one with the problem, okay? It's the world that seems to have a problem with me."
  • "They judge me before they even know me. That's why I'm better off alone."
  • "Show her to me!"
  • "Ah, perfect!"
  • "Good morning. Hm, how do you like your eggs?"
  • "You know, you're not exactly what I expected."
  • "Oh, no. This is all my fault. I'm so sorry."
  • "What you're doing is the opposite of help."
  • "Look, if you wanted to be alone, all you had to do was ask. Okay?"
  • "Uh, you know, I'll make you some tea."
  • "Mmm. This is good. This is really good. What is this?"
  • "Wake up and smell the pheromones! Just go on in and tell her how you feel."
  • "Ah, that's beautiful. I didn't know you wrote poetry."
  • "Promise you won't tell. Promise!"
  • "You heard what I said?"
  • "Yeah. You know what? You thought wrong!"
  • "Hey, hey, come back here. I'm not through with you yet."
  • "Uh-uh. You know, with you it's always, "Me, me, me!" Well, guess what! Now it's my turn! So you just shut up and pay attention!"
  • "Oh, yeah? Well, if I treated you so bad, how come you came back?"
  • "Okay, look. I'm sorry, all right?"
  • "Then you got to, got to try a little tenderness! The chicks love that romantic crap!"
  • "I object!"
  • "Oh, now you wanna talk? It's a little late for that, so if you'll excuse me"
  • "Well, uh, that explains a lot."
  • "Ugh! It's disgusting!"
  • "No, let go of me!"
  • "Get out of my way!"
  • "I-I love you."
  • "Really, really"
In regards to Sharon, it’s really all Steve’s fault

Sharon fans might be pissed at this but I don’t give a shit because since the whole #givecaptainamericaaboyfriend people have been using that ridiculous kiss as evidence and it makes the Staron shippers and these pathetic homophobes look like fucking morons.  

Sorry but kissing a chick does not make you straight.  Hate to be the bearer of bad news. But no. Celebrities in relationships with the opposite sex, married with children are tumbling out the closet but sticking your dick in a pussy instead of an ass means all bets are off, haha WRONG! In the comics Bucky wasn’t Steve’s childhood friend either, but how quickly they love to wave the comics around when we talk about Steve’s relationship.  For all we know the MCU backstory could include Steve and Bucky fooling around when they built their forts in the middle of Bucky’s living room.

Anyway, Sharon had ties to one of his oldest friends, save for the cup of coffee scene in WS only then did he even remotely care to get to know her, even when he walked her back after the funeral, he just wanted to talk about Peggy.

(speaking of which when the anti-ship brigade bring up peggy as evidence of Steve’s straightness, it’s never mentioned how they never boned, but when they talk about Steve and Bucky it’s all about equating love to fucking.)

Moving on 

Sharon was a means to an end,

She gave Steve the file on where to locate Bucky.

She came in the room and Steve didn’t even noticed her, he was concerned about Bucky

She turned on the monitor so Steve could get a better view of Bucky.

“He tried to kill me.” -Sharon

“Sorry.” - Steve

What?! Steve’s whole world is Bucky, Guilty or Innocent

Last the kiss, she gave him the weapons he needed to escape with Bucky.

The kiss was a thank you for helping me keep the most important person in the world to me safe.  That will never include YOU or anybody else, now run along, bye. 

Chris said Steve is very selfish in this movie, and I think that he included that kiss with Sharon, she gave him what he needed and he was done with her.  The end.

anonymous asked:

Please write a sequel to the taegi soulmate tattoo au! :D taegi is such a rare ship and drabbles that good don't come by often.

Hello~~~ Guys! I got a lot of requests to continue the tattoo soulmate au! This anon was the first to ask, so the completed prompt is going under this one, but I’m still going to publish the others because you were so sweet in your asks. 

I think i’m going to call it “Ink.”


Well, here is part 2 ;D Enjoy!


                                                  part 2

                                  *THREE MONTHS LATER*

Shit! What time is it?!”

Jin looked at Yoongi like he was an anomaly when the younger male suddenly stood up and started rushing around the room. He glanced down at his watch and read the numbers off to his friend.

“Nine thirty three… Why? What’s wrong?”

Yoongi continued to curse while pulling his jacket out from under a mountain of books. He had dropped by Jin’s bookstore to help him unpack a new shipment, not just as an employee, but as a friend as well. He also wanted to discuss the new poetry program for troubled teens he’d been working on.

“I came early because I had to leave at nine! Tae’s first audition is today, and he wanted me to go with him!”

Jin grinned cheekily. “Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?”

Yoongi glared at him while searching for his car keys. “Ha. Ha. Very funny.”

“I’m sure Taehyung-ah will understand. He’s a sweet kid.”

Yoongi sighed. He finally found his keys peeking out from beneath one of the shelves.

“He is. Which is why I feel like crap. I was supposed to be there thirty minutes ago.”

“Well then go. I can hold down the fort. You can finish up the rest of the plans for the poetry program later.”

“Thanks, see you later, Hyung!”

Jin waved goodbye.

“Goodluck! Don’t forget to say sorry!”


Yoongi pulled up to the building where the auditions were being kept. He drummed his fingers along the steering wheel as he tried to figure out whether or not it was too late to go inside. He didn’t want to make a scene by just strolling into there. What if he disturbed something?

Acting wasn’t really his forte. That was all Taehyung’s department, so he didn’t know much about the business.

Yoongi decided to go find a parking spot, and it was as he was driving down the aisle that he made eye contact with a solemn brunette sitting in his car.

He quickly pulled into the spot next to Taehyung’s and got out to go into the latter’s car.

Yoongi leaned over to kiss his cheek, but Taehyung continued to stare blankly out the windshield.

“Tae, I’m sorry. I went to the bookstore this morning to help Jin hyung out and I knew I was supposed to go with you to the audition, but I lost track of the time. Did the auditions start yet or–”

“I did it already.”

Taehyung was fiddling with his fingers now, hands resting on the steering wheel. If Yoongi didn’t feel like shit before, he definitely did now. Taehyung only got quiet like this whenever he truly felt hurt.  

Yoongi, being Yoongi, didn’t really know what to say in response. He was a terrible apologizer, and an even worse comforter.

“Well… I… U-Um… I’m sure you did well.”

“Hyung, are you thinking about getting The Operation?”

Yoongi’s eyes widened in shock.

‘The Operation’ was a medical procedure that permanently separated soul mates. A lot of places banned it, but there were still a few cities that allowed it. People only considered it if their case was extreme and they really couldn’t stand to be soul mates with a person, because the side effects were severe.

The fact that Taehyung even brought it up made a heavy feeling settle in Yoongi’s stomach.

“No!” He answered with a surety. “Do… You?”

Taehyung shook his head, just as sure.

“No! I just thought that you… Hyung, you don’t seem interested lately, and I get it, ok? I kind of fell into your life out of nowhere and–”


“And I’ve always had a bad habit of getting too attached. Maybe I’ve been asking too much from you. Maybe I–”


“I’m sorry if–”

“Taehyung-ah, stop!”

Taehyung’s mouth snapped shut and he blinked back at Yoongi.

Yoongi sighed and leaned back in his seat.

“Was the audition really that bad?” he whispered.

Taehyung stared directly at him.

“Hyung, one of my lines was ‘Dude, I love chicks!’ and I said ‘Dude, I love dicks!’.”

A snort escaped Yoongi as he doubled over with laughter. Taehyung was staring at him with the most serious expression, and he really wanted to be more considerate of his boyfriend’s feelings, but he honestly couldn’t help it.

“Yeah, you definitely failed.”

Taehyung slapped his chest. “Hyung!”

Yoongi raised his hands defensively.

“Look, I’m sorry, ok? But that’s fucking hilarious.”

Taehyung pouted at him, but Yoongi could see the slight smile he was fighting off.

“Whatever, you big bully.”

The older male flashed a gummy smile and lifted Taehyung’s hand to his mouth, peppering his skin with kisses.

“Still mad?”


Yoongi rolled his eyes in mock annoyance and trailed his fingers along Taehyung’s arm.

“How can I make it up to you then?”

Taehyung’s frown slowly turned into a mischievous grin. If he wasn’t so damn cute, Yoongi would have been crept out.

“I think I know just the thing.”


Yoongi was two seconds away from jumping off of the nearest building.

“Smile, Hyung!” Taehyung teased. “Parties are supposed to be fun!”

Yoongi forced the corners of his mouth upwards. If being surrounded by a bunch of sweaty, gyrating strangers is what Taehyung deemed fun then he was really beginning to question why they were soul mates. Yoongi would honestly pick books over people any day.

Moving to Seoul in order to be closer to Taehyung hadn’t really been that tough of a decision for Yoongi. Most of his friends had moved to Seoul after completing college anyway, one of them being Jin. So it wasn’t like he was completely isolated. His family was still back in Daegu, but so was Taehyung’s. They could go and visit them together whenever they wanted to.

At the moment, Yoongi found himself at a party he would have never attended, if it weren’t for his soul mate. He wanted to make it up to Taehyung for being late to his audition, and if that meant going to one of Jung Hoseok’s crazy raves, then so be it.

Anything for Tae.

“Hyung! You made it!”

Yoongi craned his neck to look in the direction of where the voice had come from. He wasn’t surprised to see Hoseok pushing his way through the crowd, a drink in his hand.

Taehyung introduced Hoseok to Yoongi a month ago. It took a while for Yoongi to get used to the always smiley socialite, but after sharing a few drinks with him, Yoongi found Hoseok to be an interesting person. He never thought someone could throw a party every night and still survive through life, but Hoseok proved him wrong.

Some people said it was the only thing that kept Hoseok sane after losing his soul mate in high school.  

“I told you I would get him to come,” Taehyung beamed, once Hoseok was standing in front of them. He grabbed Yoongi’s hand and held up their linked fingers triumphantly. “He’s actually here!”

Hoseok poked Yoongi, causing the shorter male to scowl up at him, but that only made Hoseok bend over with laughter. “Sorry, Hyung! Just had to make sure you were real!”

Taehyung let out a few giggles of his own, and Yoongi sighed.

Was it really so hard for people to believe that he would go out of his way for Taehyung?

The song changed and a more popular one started to play, the crowd grew wilder and Hoseok pumped his fist in the air. “I’m going back out to the floor!” he yelled over the music. “Care to join me?”

Taehyung turned to Yoongi with pleading eyes. “Come with us, Hyung?”

Yoongi shook his head and gave Taehyung a lingering kiss on his forehead.

“I’m not that much of a dancer, Tae, but go enjoy yourself.”

Taehyung looked like he wanted to protest, but Hoseok was already dragging him by his arm and out on to the dance floor.

Yoongi never discouraged Taehyung from doing something fun, seeing as how the boy was in a very sad state before finally meeting him, his soul mate. But he couldn’t help the slight irritation bubbling up in him when he saw the way random people grinded against Taehyung. Yoongi didn’t really care much about Hoseok’s hands on Taehyung’s hips, but the other male standing behind Taehyung was getting a little too close for comfort.

Yoongi sighed and decided to direct his gaze towards the beer in his hand.

He shouldn’t even be drinking it. His alcohol tolerance was shit.

The night wore on and Taehyung flitted across the room like a social butterfly. A lot of his friends from college were at this party, and Yoongi was once again reminded of the fact that he didn’t go out much. Unlike Taehyung, he didn’t really have the urge to befriend every single person he met.

Three hours later, and Yoongi’s irritation was starting to show. He wanted to go home and write, not be surrounded by a bunch of people he didn’t know. Taehyung asked him to come here, but he barely even saw his soul mate the entire night.

“What’s wrong?”

Just as Yoongi was considering finding Taehyung and ditching, the latter found him first, wrapping his arms around his neck.

“This party isn’t my type of scene.”

Taehyung laughed at that, and Yoongi was a hundred percent sure it had to do with the alcohol coursing through the brunette’s veins. The way he swayed from side to side while holding on to Yoongi was enough proof of that.

“So then what is your type of scene?” Taehyung asked cheekily.

Yoongi glanced to the side. “Can we go home now?”

Taehyung was quiet for a moment, but then he grabbed Yoongi’s arm and started to lead him to somewhere. At first the paler male thought Taehyung had finally heard his pleas and they actually were going home, but then he found himself in a large room with a king sized bed.

“This is Hoseok hyung’s room,” Taehyung slurred, by way of explanation. He plopped down on to the edge of the bed and patted the spot next to him. “Sit. Let’s talk.”

Yoongi took in the whole room and slowly sat down. He was a little confused as to why Taehyung brought him in there.

“Talk about what?”

“About us.”

Yoongi raised a brow. “What about us?”

Taehyung flopped on to his back and stared up at the ceiling with his arms spread wide.

“I think we’re like an uneven scale sometimes. Seventy, thirty. Like two kids on a seesaw, but one is way heavier than the other.”

Scratch that.

Now Yoongi was confused.

“What?” he blurted. Taehyung’s drunk ramblings were going completely over his head.

“Come on, Hyung, you’re the writer here!” Taehyung scolded while slapping his back. “I’m trying to say we’re unbalanced!”

Yoongi turned around to stare down at his boyfriend.

“We’re soul mates, Tae. The universe says we’re balanced,” he said matter of factually, all while holding up his arm to show Taehyung his tattoo.

“Well the universe is an idiot,” Taehyung grumbled.

Yoongi frowned. He lowered himself on to the bed and laid on his stomach. His hands swept Taehyung’s bangs to the side and ran gentle fingers through the boy’s hair.

“Are you still upset about the audition?”

Taehyung squinted his blurry eyes. “No… Ok, maybe, but that isn’t why I brought this up.”

It was frustrating Yoongi that he couldn’t understand what Taehyung was trying to get across.

“We should talk to each other more, Hyung. We have to tell each other when something is bothering us, and then work it out together. Relationships are like that. I’ve seen Jiminie and Kookie get into so many fights, simply because they didn’t communicate properly, and I don’t want that to be us, Hyung. I really don’t.”

Yoongi decided, there and then, that Taehyung was a smart drunk.

“You make a good point,” he started. “But should we really start now? We’re at a rave, in the middle of someone else’s room.”

Taehyung grinned. “I think it’s perfect!”

Just when Yoongi thought he had somewhat of a grasp on Taehyung’s mind, the brunette went and said something like that.

He flipped on to his back and contemplated everything he might have held back on saying to Taehyung the past three months.

“Well, for one, I hate how friendly you are with everyone.”

Taehyung frowned. “What’s wrong with being friendly?”

“I mean friendly, friendly, Taehyung-ah. Like the kind of friendly that’s borderline flirting, and I know you don’t mean to do it, you probably don’t even realize you’re doing it, but a lot of people take advantage of how nice you are.”

It was silent for a few seconds, and Yoongi was beginning to think he said something wrong, but then Taehyung spoke.

“Did I do that today too?”

Yoongi nodded.


He immediately turned to face his soul mate.

“It’s ok, and I’m not telling you to stop being yourself just… pay attention to your surroundings ok? Not everyone has pure intentions like you.”

Taehyung bit his bottom lip and blushed. He faced the ceiling again and took a deep breath.

“My turn.”

Yoongi patiently waited for him to continue.

“I hate how uninterested you seem sometimes.”

Yoongi winced. He should have seen that one coming.

“I know. I’m trying.”

“And I can really tell that you are,” Taehyung breathed. He trailed his fingers along Yoongi’s tattoo, smiling fondly when his skin followed the lines of the sun. “But I can tell you’d rather be doing something else whenever we go out somewhere.”

You’re not the problem, Tae. I really like being around you, trust me. It’s when you invite all of your friends to join us, or have us come to a huge party like this that I shut down. I’m not the most social person. You met me while I was sitting alone in a park for crying out loud.”

Taehyung pouted. “Fine, I’ll try to plan more dates where it’s just you and me.”

Yoongi felt an instant sense of relief. “Thank you!”

“But,” Taehyung quickly added. “If you get me, you get my friends also. I won’t just stop hanging out with them.”

“And I don’t expect you to,” Yoongi said. He leaned forward and kissed Taehyung’s nose.

Taehyung smiled and closed the rest of the space between them, firmly pressing his lips to Yoongi’s. He let himself drown in the feeling of slowly kissing his boyfriend, but he forced himself to pull away when he remembered that they were still in Hoseok’s bed.

If they got caught doing anything it would be awkward for everyone.

“I’m glad we talked,” he giggled against Yoongi’s mouth. “It was really nice.”

Yoongi stared at him with nothing but pure adoration in his eyes.

“It was… and I think this night will be even better if we go home and finish what we started.”


YAY! Tell me what you guys think. This concept was really fun to write! ;D 

  • Aries: ur the one who is always mad and beats up the main protag amen
  • Taurus: ur the tsundere, b-baka
  • Gemini: ur the twins. both of them. surprise.
  • Cancer: ur the one girl that's a grade above everyone and is like the mom
  • Leo: ur the super rich girl who just talks about her money and makes comments about how their houses r the size of ur pony farm
  • Virgo: ur the child prodigy who is in the same class as everyone but is like 5 years younger
  • Libra: ur the one chick that all the other character think is a boy for the first episode bcs ur so cool
  • Scorpio: ur the hot leader everyone looks up to who could probably crush someone with her heels
  • Sagittarius: ur the imouto, i am so sorry
  • Capricorn: ur the super genius megane
  • Aquarius: ur the one who like only has 5 lines but is super cool and does really important stuff ya feel
  • Pisces: ur the moe ball
1st scenario ever! (Wonho)

‘Wonho scenario where he is unintentionally ignoring his gf and snaped at her when she went to meet him. and later he feels awful for what he said and apologizes?’

First of all this is my first time writing a scenario, so please forgive me that it took me so much time to get it done and that it’s too short, and there are probably tons of misspeling or sth and it generally sucks. I’m sorry! Please forgive me as you forgave Hoseok :D

And thanks to sweet, beautiful and brave @namiangelhan​ for a request. <3
Here goes nothing:

Originally posted by wonhogifs

‘Hello, it’s Hoseok. I can’t pick up right now so please leave me a message after a-’
You hang up and throw your phone on the bed, frustrated at him for not having picked up your call. It wasn’t like you were the type of girlfriend that constantly needed attention and called him all the time, you knew he was very busy and probably very tired due to recording some kind of new show with the rest of Monsta X members. He was away for a week already and you simply missed him. Eatherway you were worried since you’ve sent him 5 text messages today and tried to call him couple of times but he didn’t answer. You were lying on your bed holding an Iphone in your hands, reading old messages from Wonho and scrolling through pictures of him and both of you together wondering about why he’s ignoring you, cause this is how you’ve felt… ignored and you didn’t like this feeling at all. You knew that dating and idol wouldn’t be a piece of cake but this whole situation was new for you, he went away for couple of days ealier due to scheldules, but he never ever ignored you. This was not right and didn’t suite him at all. He always cared for you and he was the one sending you ton of messages and snaps of himself or of what he was doing to make you feel like you were almost there with him. But this time was different, very different. Feeling sleepy and tired you put down your phone. Your eyelids were getting heavy and you felt you’re going to fall asleep in any second.

It was Friday night, you sat on your couch with a bowl of ramen while you were watching some kind of new tv show. You wouldn’t bother to spend your time cooking for dinner again since you knew you would eat it alone. You felt bad without Hoseok being beside you and you also felt bad for not getting any text message from him for a second day in a row. You were about to go take a long, hot shower. Just when you stepped into the bathroom you heard your phone letting you know that a new message is waiting for you. You rushed back to the livingroom where you left your Iphone. You took it in your hands and a smile appered on your face when you saw he the message was from.
’ Hi, sorry for not answering yesterday I was very busy, I’m all good.’ that’s it. That was all Hoseok wrote. You were happy that he was fine but you had a feeling that he just wrote this so you won’t bother him for some time.
’ I’m good too, thanks for asking. Call me when you can pls.’ you wrote back being a little annoyed. He didn’t even ask how things are home. You didn’t want to believe that he  simply does not care about it because you knew him and you knew that he loved you and cared about every little thing you were doing.
'He’ll be back tomorrow anyway so all will be good’ you said to yourself and went to take the shower, you actually now needed it more than few minutes before.

It was almost midnight when you’ve heard the rustling noises from your front door. You sat up straight not knowing what to do. You were actually worried that someone broke into your house, but then you saw Hoseok standing in your bedroom door with bags in his hand, which he just threw on the floor. You were automatically relieved when you saw his gorgeous face. You got out of bed as fast as you could just to hug him and tell him that you missed him, thinking that probably he will tell it back to you  and apologize for ignoring you. But all your hopes vanished when you saw how irritated and exhausted he was.

'Are you okay?’ You followed him to the kitchen. 'Have you eaten ? ’
'No.’ He answered coldly to you after taking a sip of orange juice. ’ I’m going to sleep.’ He kissed you on the forehead before leaving you alone.
That’s all?
You wanted him to come home to you so badly  but this is not exactly what you were expecting.You didn’t want to pick a fight because it was very clear that he was exhausted, so you just got back to bed.  When you entered the bedroom you saw Hoseok lying on his back and staring blankly at the ceiling.

'What’s wrong?’ You asked as you sat on the edge of the bed.
'Nothing.’ That was his answer.
'Oh really?’ You looked at him rolling your eyes slowly.
'Really’ You just sighed putting your head on the pillow and covering yourself with a blanket, getting ready to fall asleep again.
’ You sure that everyth…’ You started.
’ Yes, everything is fine. I’m tired and I want to sleep ok? So can you please give me a break?!’ He raised his voice.
'Give you a break?! Like you ignoring me for couple of days wasn’t enough….’ You were shocked by the words you heard from your boyfriend. He was away for so long and he doesn’t even want to answer a couple of your questions.
'Just please stop talking already.’ He turned his back, now facing the wall. You didn’t know what to do, so you just turned of the lamp beside your bed and closed your eyes trying to contain the anger that was now piling up in you.  After an hour of trying to figure out what you did wrong to deserve what Hoseok said to you, eventually fell asleep.
When you woke up the other side of the bed was empty, first you thought that maybe your boyfriend went to the bathroom to take a morning shower, but you couldn’t hear any sound of flowing water, so he was just not home. You got out of bed and went to the kitchen to get some water but you froze in place when you saw Wonho wearing an apron and bustling around the kitchen probably making a breakfast.
’ Good morning babe’ He said sweetly giving you a peck on the lips. You just blinked quickly a couple of timew still being dumbfounded. ’ I hope you’re hungry’ he added few seconds later putting some delicious meal and two cups of coffee on the kitchen table. He took off the apron and grabbed your hand leading you to your seal.
’ What’s all this?’ You asked looking briefly at him and pointing on the food.
’ Ummm… Breakfast?’  he smiled trying to be cute. ’ Look bebe, I’m sorry for all this, you know… I really am. I never wanted you to feel bad or ignored, I screwed up and I am aware of that. It’s just…a lot of things happened so fast and I was overwhelmed and tired and stressed out and… please forgive me… please?’ He was kneeling infront of you holding your hand in his and looking into your eyes. You knew he was telling the truth and you felt he was truly sorry. You just smiled lightly hugging him and kissing his chick.
'Your faith now depends on this meal Hoseok, if it’s bad you’re screwed if it’s good I will think if i can forgive You or not’ you both chuckled a little.
'Thank you’ he whispered in your ear kissing it. You forgave him and he knew that. Everything was all back to normal now.

kpopdeliciousfandoms  asked:

Can you do a love hate imagine between Dean and the reader who's a tomboy. And the reader and Dean always fight bully, hit each other. But then Dean says something really bad and yeah you can go from there please love you!! Fluffy I hate that I love you imagine

Hi! Sorry for the wait. I hope this is what you were after!


“Morning, ugly,” you greeted Dean.

“Right back at you, freak,” he replied, glancing at you over the rim of his coffee cup.

This was how the two of you always were, trading insults and teasing each other. It was a familiar rhythm, one the two of you had fallen into almost as soon as you had met. Most people probably thought you hated each other, but you didn’t. You just had a funny way of showing it.

“Hey, where did all the bread go? I could’ve sworn there were a few slices left.”

You turned around to find Dean munching on a piece of toast, his mouth twisted into a smirk. “You idiot!” you exclaimed, punching him in the arm. “You know I always have toast on Saturday mornings!”

“Yeah, well, suck it up princess,” Dean told you. You scowled at him before reaching into a cupboard to get a box of cereal.

“So,” you began, “any cases at the moment?”

“Nah,” Dean answered. “Sammy and I thought we’d take a bit of time off, you know? Have a break from it all for a couple of weeks.”

“Really? Cool. We got any plans?”

“Not really. Although Sam thought you might wanna go out to the bar and see if you can meet someone. It’s been a while since you’ve hung out with someone outside the two of us.”

“No thanks. Dating and all that isn’t really my forte.”

“Maybe it would be if you didn’t dress like a guy half the time.”

You took a step back, his words hitting you like a punch. Whilst the two of you picked on each other relentlessly, it had never gotten personal before. You turned away from Dean, not wanting him to see the tears that had sprung to your eyes.

“I went too far, didn’t I?” Dean murmured.

“Just a tad,” you whispered.

“I’m sorry. Seriously. I never meant to hurt you like that.”

You whipped around. “Then why did you?” you demanded.

“Because I - you - well you know!” he stammered out.

“No, Dean, I don’t. You’re going to have to spit it out.”

“Fine then. I like you. As in, really like you. And I’ve had bad experiences with relationships in the past and I don’t want to get into all that again. So I insult you to keep you away. Happy?”

“You what?” you gasped.

“Don’t make me say it again. You know I hate chick flick moments.”

You shook your head in disbelief. “So you tease me because you like me? What are you, twelve?”

“You tease me, too!” Dean exclaimed.

“That’s not really helping your case, Dean,” you answered.

He sighed. “Look, Y/N, I’m sorry for being a jerk. But I really do like you. And to be honest? That kind of scares me a little.”

You were touched by his confession. “Dean -”

“No,” he interrupted. “Don’t say it. I don’t want to hear you tell me that you only see me as a friend. I don’t want your pity.”

“That’s not what I was going to say.”

“Then what were you going to say?”

You bit your lip. “Well, maybe, just maybe, there’s a chance that I kind of like you too.”

His face lit up. “Really?”

You smiled. “Yes, Dean. Really.”


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