i never know what's in my pocket

If you don't have BPD...

You have no idea what it’s like to PHYSICALLY feel your thoughts eating away at you. My head literally aches all the time because I have zero control over my thoughts or my mood swings.

It takes everything in me not to lash out at those I love. Those I know who would be better off without me in their lives, but my fear of abandonment has made me so selfish and I cannot bare the thought of them not being around, so my mask is always on. I can never fully be my true self. And it hurts, it hurts so much and I’m so fucking tired. I’m so tired of the extreme thinking. I’m tired of never being enough. I’m tired of being ecstatic one minute and suicidal the next. I’m tired of overthinking and overanalysing EVERYTHING. I’m tired of the unpredictability and impulsiveness that comes with this shitty disorder. I’m tired of not actually being vacant for pockets of time in my day.

I hate being so dependent and I hate that I know I am? I hate that I’m incredibly self aware and I can see what my illness does to those around me.
I hate being a burden.

I did not ask for this. I DID NOT ASK FOR THIS. And I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy. I am in chronic pain. The nightmare is constant and it’s never ending.

More Writing Prompts.

Because, instead of working on the stuff I already have, I thought, “Why not make more prompts?!”

Angst-y Love Prompts:

  • Sometimes lying is the right thing to do, so I lied to you.
  • Pretending like nothing is wrong is only going to make things worse.
  • I loved you, once upon a time.
  • What’ll happen when I wake up, and you’re not there?
  • You say you love me, but all you’ve ever done is hurt me!
  • I thought ignoring the way I feel would make me fall out of love.
  • You can’t do this to me! Not now!
  • I wonder if I’m better off without you.
  • I’ve done bad things, but let me ask you… am I that shitty of a person…?
  • They left me for a reason, you know…

Romantic Prompts:

  • I love you more than anything…
  • I’m so lucky to have you.
  • I love you! I’ve always loved you, and to have you look at me the way I look at you… Well… That’s my dream.
  • I’m never going to let you go, not without a fight.
  • What do you want me to do? Kiss you in the rain? Buy you a dozen roses? As long as you’re happy, I’ll do anything.
  • The way you make me feel is the way I felt when I ate all of the marshmallows out of a Lucky Charms box. Pure joy.
  • I look at you, and I see all of the things I wish I was…
  • I can feel my heart beat faster when I think about you.
  • Are you going to kiss me, or are you just going to stand there?
  • Marry me.

Fluffy Prompts:

  • This is my favorite song!
  • I don’t think that’s considered dancing, it’s more of a flailing action.
  • If you keep eating french fries, you’re going to turn into one.
  • Can I borrow a pillow?
  • So, that’s a no to the roller coaster?
  • You took my jacket like a month ago, can I have it back?
  • I’d split a candy bar with you.
  • Why are you shoes on the stove?
  • What if aliens really do exist? just… Think about it!
  • You set someone’s hair on fire in Chemistry last year.

I’m in love with my Best Friend Prompts:

  • I want to find someone and I want to tell them, “You deserve to be in an art museum because of how beautiful you are.”
  • Can I sleep here with you…? The movie really scared me…
  • I don’t have a date and I don’t want to go alone…
  • H-He’s not my boyfriend(alt: S-She’s not my girlfriend).
  • I remember when we first met…
  • When are you going to tell them that you love them?
  • You look really beau… nice…
  • I keep dating all these other people in hopes that my feelings for you would go away.
  • I never loved them, I love you.
  • I fell in love with my best friend… And i’m not ashamed that I have.

Roommates Prompts:

  • Let’s play a game to get to know each other.
  • It’s cheaper than living on your own, dude.
  • Stop leaving the toilet seat up!
  • What do you mean you ate my last hot pocket?
  • It’s your turn to do dishes tonight.
  • I DIDN’T MEAN TO WALK IN ON YOU NAKED! YOU NEED TO LEARN HOW TO LOCK YOUR DOOR!
  • You lost the spare key to the apartment?
  • You’ve been in the bathroom for like, an hour.
  • The girl you brought over last night put a hole in our wall.
  • Give it a rest, I’m trying to sleep over here!

Totally Angst-y/Angry Prompts:

  • I can’t stop the bleeding.
  • They’re… dead…
  • I hate you!
  • I was sent here to kill you.
  • I thought there was good in you, but there’s nothing but disgust and hatred now.
  • I stopped feeling emotions a long time ago.
  • They weren’t strong enough to save you, and because of their foolishness, you’re mine now.
  • Nothing will bring them back! You can’t… turn back time!
  • You tore my heart out and crushed it with your own hands.
  • Fuck you.
Awkward Discoveries

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: In which Bucky finds something that belongs to you, and uses it to propose an offer.


You were pissed and anxious.

Pissed and anxious enough to completely trash the training room in the Avengers facility, and a few of the undeserving labs innocently located on the same floor.

Sure, you were having a problem that induced heavy duress, but you supposed that you shouldn’t have made so much noise…or such a disastrous scene after all was thrown and done.

You had a long day, and even longer few weeks with the regrouping of the team. Everyone being back together was great, but it was difficult emotionally recovering from the rift the accords helped create. In fact, it was such a burden you decided to retrieve your dependable companion to take edge off.

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what’s in your bag: teddy lupin

Teddy: Uncle Harry got me a new backpack!

Teddy: Sooo…I’ve got a sketchbook, no, two- or three

Teddy: Once we were at an arts supply store and gran told me she’d buy any colour I could morph my hair into in 30 seconds so…what?? I love colours. She didn’t mind. Said mom was the same. *grins*

Teddy: *smiling mischievously*…also someone left this in my pocket last week with a note that said “it reminded me of you whatever”…and I couldn’t possibly know *coughs* james *coughs* who that would be.

Teddy: *never leaves the house without a first aid kit* …for when Albus falls off his broom…for Vic’s headaches…

Teddy: Also - glasses. For when I feel insecu-cool, I mean cool. Yeah.

Teddy: …and loads of sweets. I swear half of my bag is sweets. I…have a problem.

(ooc: this time i want to tag @arabella-prongs  lovely luna or the cutest cho and @space-marauder my b scorp or agender fairy vic <3 if you guys want to of course)
james potter

Twins - Stiles Stilinski AU Imagine

Requested by calypsoathene - Can I have a Stiles Stilinski one where the reader has a twin sister & the pack usually mistake her for her sister and the other way round but Stiles always knows who is who & one day the reader asks him how he knows & he answers something fluffy? :)

Word Count: 1,891

Warnings: None

Author’s note: I couldn’t help myself with the little twist at the end. I hope you like it :)

My Teen Wolf Masterlist

Originally posted by stvlinski

“Hey, I have to go to the guidance office,” Sabrina said as she hopped out of the driver’s seat and closed the door.

“What? Why?” Her twin sister, Y/N asked after she got out of the passenger seat. “Is everything okay?" 

"Yeah,” Sabrina answered as she locked the car and handed the keys over to Y/N, as it would be her turn to drive back home after school. “She wants to go over one of my college applications. I made a mistake on one of them and she’s going to help me fix it,” Sabrina explained.

“Oh, okay. I’ll see you in class then,” Y/N waved goodbye as she walked towards the courtyard to meet up with her friends. 

“See ya!” Sabrina called out before making her way towards the front office.

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Notes – Zach Dempsey x Reader

Summary: 13 Reasons Why. On tape number 7, as we all know, is the chapter of Zach Dempsey and the “joke” that makes Hannah with the note in her bag.

I heard this song while I was writing.

Words: 2590

Reader’s point of view.

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Your name: submit What is this?

What were they debating? I listened to many voices, each giving their opinions on the subject that was written on the board. It had turned out to be a suggestion from some of us, anonymously, it might even have tried one of my ideas, but I was sure I had not written anything and put it in the teacher’s bag. I went back to reading the blackboard, drugs, which is so much seen and boring. As if none of those around me knew the subject perfectly, and worse, they had put it into practice. I shrugged and continued to scribble in my notebook as I listened word after word, it was unbelievable that some defended the fact of being killed that way, and they did it in front of an authority. What a bah, at last was the life of everyone.

The bell rang, I sighed, relieved that the torture was finally over. I didn’t complain about the class, it was good as long as the subjects were of the same quality. Not any nonsense that we have been informed since we have “enough maturity” to cover those issues. It was urgent for me to be in college.

“Remember to check your bags!” Exclaimed the teacher in a jovial tone.

I smiled, it was a little exaggerated enthusiasm. I knew how many notes I would have in my bag, maybe one or two, I was safer than one. To get rid of some sermon, Skye and I made a pact, I left a note in her bag and she did the same in mine. We were friends, not intimate but whenever we took the paper we were giving a look and smile of complicity. And there it was, unfolding the piece of paper with a simple hello and an emoticon :P I laughed and put it in my pocket. I had another, I unfolded it, Sheri, and another … Zach? I frowned, he had never left me a note; instead, I thought I didn’t even know i existed for him. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye as he checked his bag, on the contrary, I knew he was on this planet and at school. For a few seconds I noticed his face of disappointment and I waited patiently to get something out of his bag, but nothing, now understood the reason of his expression. What the hell? How could someone as known as Zach Dempsey, basketball star, not have a note? In what world had we fallen? As far as I was concerned, the sportsman was the most beloved, even a Troy Bolton in person.  I buffet in my interior, how curious.

I bit my lip. I had never stopped to leave a note to the aforementioned, I thought that, with so many that would have, mine would be one more of the pile and insignificant. Because i liked him a lot, but, i wasn’t a cheerleader or someone with a notorious talent. I hated it when Mom dragged me to gym classes. And give encouragement? I barely and could give them myself before stepping into this jungle every morning.

“Another rabbit?” I heard to my left.

I turned to see Sheri and Hannah smile at the small drawing the latter held in her hands. I smiled when I saw it, how funny and tender. Hannah started to laugh. Apparently it was not the first time she received one but she seemed to love it.

“It’s beautiful,” I said. Both girls turned to see me and nodded.

I left the room even without reading the little note of Zach, I was dying of the emotion to know that said but also filled with fear. The main rule of notes on paper bags was that they should only leave positive messages, so it was more or less certain, never really known.

At lunchtime I was sitting with some friends with whom I didn’t share many classes, but we got together from the first year and they were very nice companies. In my hand I still held the paper already wrinkled by my nerves. They all knew about the class I took and also my taste for a sportsman, almost everyone encouraged me to read it at one time, others, wanted to keep an eye on it and warn me if it was worth that I knew its content or if It was just a bunch of crap. In the end, I took courage and decided it was time, however, before opening the paper I heard an angry scream on the other side of the cafeteria.

I turned. Zach Dempsey was standing in front of the person who had heard the scream, when it moved, we all realized that it was Hannah Baker. The place was silent, making that moment more uncomfortable between the two of them, and even for me. I had never seen those two together and to be honest, the reaction I got wasn’t good at all, I mean, Hannah was really beautiful, I could not compare to her. I crumpled the piece of paper again and hid it in the depths of my backpack. Whatever I said there, it would only serve to excite me.

Zach left the cafe in silence, without turning to see anyone. I also did it, but on the opposite side from where he had left.

Two days later

“Oh, fuck!” I exclaimed as I quickly stood up from the bench where I was resting with Skye. I had passed olympically from the cafeteria.

“What?” My friend seemed surprised by my reaction.

“I forgot my hearing aids in the communication class”

It was unforgivable that I would walk in this jungle without the faithful company of music. I just couldn’t believe I forgot them, they were my best friends. I said goodbye to her and I almost ran down the hall, there was a chance that I would never see them again and the money I had, I was saving for something else, if I invested in new hearing aids, I would have to practically start Of zero my savings, which wasn’t much by the way.

I dodged the people I ran into in the hallways. I looked like the devil’s soul, but I felt that with every second they were alone at my desk, more danger ran. I stopped to recover the air a few meters from the living room door. I wasn’t an athletic girl and this was too much of a stretch on my part, I needed to sit down soon.

When I looked to the front, I discovered that Hannah peered almost desperately into the classroom. I missed myself and I hit the lockers hoping to see what happened. She made several gestures, surprise, indignation but, at the end of all, sadness. But what was happening? I took a step with the intention of approaching her and investigating what she was spying … or who. Suddenly, the identity of the “stranger” was revealed. Zach came out of the classroom with a paper in his hands and the blank expression, almost guilty, seemed nervous. Had he finally received a note? So why his reaction like that?

“Why me, Zach? Why me?”

I jumped. I hadn’t realized how much the boy had advanced, but most of all, that Hannah had walked almost to my height. I felt her tear-filled eyes as she faced the boy for what to know. As in the cafeteria, we all fell silent, apparently this couple had a lot to show. I dared to look at Zach, even with the paper in his hands and his serious countenance, stopped in the middle of the hall and watched the one who had shouted at him, I couldn’t decipher the way he looked at her, but I could still feel guilty … Or maybe regret, it was hard to tell, Zach was a guy full of surprises.

Finally the tense atmosphere dissipated when he broke the bubble. He turned and left without even responding to Hannah. She turned, too.

“Hannah” I said without thinking, but she didn’t hear me and disappeared at one of the corners of the hall. I felt bad even though I didn’t know exactly what it was all about.

At the end of class, I decided that I didn’t want to go home soon and I remembered that for the moment the auditorium would be empty, the practices would not start for forty-five minutes, enough time to finish some homework or just read without the annoying murmurs Which were heard in the study area. I just wanted silence, to be with my music and the notebook in my lap. As I predicted, the place was empty, I smiled as I climbed the steps to be in the middle and proceeded with what I had planned, however, my concentration wasn’t in the equations in front of me, but rather in what had happened in the hallway does only a few hours. As I watched, Zach was a good guy, maybe something childish from time to time, but i couldn’t imagine that would bring against Hannah but above all, what will have done. I bit my pencil, he had a note in his hand when he left the classroom … What if it was not for him? What if it wasn’t from his bag? I bit the pencil harder, why did Hannah spy on him? why she? I got an idea of ​​what might have happened and maybe it would be related to what happened in the cafeteria.

My heart began to beat faster. I understood that he had some interest in her, of course. A hint of disappointment hugged me and I realized that I still hoped he would look at me, but how to do it if we have not even crossed words at any time? Or at least not to any class. I sighed.

I turned off the music on my phone, ready to leave. Being in school made me think about everything that happened here; At least at home I could be distracted by Netflix or loud music and hundreds and hundreds of homework. As he heard me around again, I heard the bounce of a ball, I looked up. Right in front of the basket I recognized Zach’s body, especially for the height. My heart raced on instinct and I hated it. So, I had two options, to leave like a ninja, that is to say, without being heard or to be seen, or to leave the shyness and cowardice and finally to speak to him. I bit my lip but cheered.

“Zach!” I exclaimed as I approached him.

He dropped the ball and turned to raise his eyebrows. Yes, I’m talking to you. I tried not to roll my eyes.

“Hey, Y/N” He greeted me as if greeting one of his friends. Well, it was a start.

“You’re good? You look kind of annoying ”

Conversation. I really needed some conversation.

“I’m fine.” He hesitated a little. “Did you read my note?”

His note? Holy sh*t! I had completely forgotten, had to remain in my backpack, crushed by my books and other nonsense. I bit my lip. My face was a poem and I knew I had given the answer to his question when he chuckled.

“I’m sorry” I whispered “It’s … it surprised me, I mean, I didn’t even think i existed for you”

“Why do you say that? You look like a great girl. I like your opinions in class, when the subject interests you”

I blushed. Zach Dempsey had watched me, and more than that, he seemed to know me at least a little of what I could have imagined after this conversation. I smiled. He was undoubtedly speechless.

“Anyway, I’ll see you later, Y/N”

He took the ball and walked to pick up his backpack and jacket. What? Had that been our whole conversation? I stood there as he left, then noticed that a piece of paper had fallen to him.

“Zach, wait!” I shouted but not hoping to be heard.

I went to where he had collected his belongings and took that forgotten paper. I know I should not read it, not even open it, but I was curious, whether it was the one Hannah had been angry about or was simply a task that was aimed at there. Anyway, I opened it and read its contents. My heart was broken as I read every word Hannah expressed there, her feelings, emotions, how she was happy to receive his drawing of rabbit every time we had communication, as a small detail illuminated her interior … and that Zach had snatched her away, so my conclusions weren’t so far-fetched. Zach Dempsey stole the bag notes from Hannah Baker!

With tears in my eyes and anger at something that didn’t belong to me, I ran to the parking lot, I knew the sportsman’s car and I was glad to find him, but above all, to him without leaving. He was throwing his backpack into the back seats when I confronted him.

“Why did you do it, Zach?”

He looked at me confused. I handed him the note and he took it, deserved to keep it as a constant reminder of his acts of immaturity. All because of a rejection? I had lived with at least three and that wasn’t stealing valuable belongings from each of them. I clenched my hands in fists, perhaps mine were simple jealousy, that his attention was on her not me, or perhaps the actions he did. I didn’t know and I didn’t stop to find out.

“You didn’t have to read this, Y/N.” He shook the note in front of my nose and tucked it in his pants pocket.

“I didn’t, but I did. Why are you so cruel? Why do that?”

“It’s just silly, I don’t know why you take it so hard” He opened the driver’s door “Besides, it’s supposed to be Hannah who should be here, you have nothing to do with this”

“Did you at least understand what that letter meant?”

I hated a lot when someone hurt someone else’s feelings, especially in such a stupid act as the sportsman had carried out.

“I’m sorry, alright? Is it what you want to hear? I won’t mess with that stupid bag ever again”

“You don’t have to apologize to me” I said seriously.

“But at least it made you happy, didn’t it? What I wanted to get when you read my note”

“What?”

Zach got into his car and started off at full speed exiting the parking lot.  I was stony again, staring only at the smoke that the car had lifted when it left. Make me happy?

Hyperventilating I knelt on the floor and began to pull my things out of my backpack wanting to look for that note. When I finally found it I unfolded it, wanting to smooth it, but the pile of wrinkles indicated that that was already impossible. I felt a lump in my throat as I read what I had written.

You look pretty in that color. Maybe someday you want to go out with me, because I want to go out with you.

“Oh, fuck!” I whispered, reading those words more than once.

I looked back to where I had seen her car one last time and I felt like the dumbest person in the world. Why had not I read the note when I had the chance?

The Arrangement: Part 5

Title:  The Arrangement: Part 5

Summary:  He’s a mechanic. She’s a lonely woman with more money than she knows what to do with. Fate brings them together and sparks fly. But only for six weeks. That’s the arrangement.

Need to catch up? The Arrangement Master Post

Author: Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count:  2971

Warnings: NSFW, explicit language, sexual content, angst

Author’s Notes:  This is a multi-part series. Shifts between multiple points of view.

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

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mythaelogy  asked:

what were your favourite quotes/those with the most impact that you read this year?

 i’m expanding this to talk about poems and collections too because i am That Guy. 

POETRY COLLECTIONS and CHAPBOOKS

POEMS 

QUOTES

The Best Girlfriend

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Words: 1,453

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Request: Hey, I was wondering if you could do a one shot where Sam has anxiety, and a secret girlfriend (reader) and Dean would get pissed if he found out, and one day Sam has a panic attack and makes dean call his girlfriend. Thank you so much!!!! - @loveyalotslikejellytots

Author’s Note: You’re welcome! I hope you like it. I’m still behind on this season, over six episodes by now. I’ll eventually make myself watch it between the season ends. – Haley xx


Your name: submit What is this?

“Hello?” I asked, balancing the cellphone between my ear and shoulder. There was shuffling on the other end, but no answer. “Sam? Are you okay?”

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i hate you, i love you. (m) | 01

PT.1 | PT.2 | Drabbles

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

Genre: Angst/Smut

Description: You hated him at seven, warmed up to him at twelve, and liked him at fifteen. Now the two of you are twenty years old and inseparable best friends… and you’re absolutely in love with him; he’s in love too—just not with you. 

Word Count: 10,389

cr.


You were seven years old when you first met Jeon Jungkook, and it was without question that you absolutely, undeniably, irrefutably, hated him.

You hated his everything, from the way kids in your class flocked to him like he was some sort of radiant sun, to the way he teased you in passing, to the way he’d stare at you out of the corner of his eye, but most of all you hated that stupidly beautiful bunny like grin that never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

You remembered the first day school started back from winter break so clearly. The teacher announced that it was time to change assigned seats. A lot of the kids whined in sadness at having to be ripped away from their friends, but you on the other hand didn’t really mind the change since you hadn’t become too close to your desk mate… that is until his name was called.

Your eyes widened as you watched the happy-go-lucky raven haired boy take the seat next to yours. A frustrated sigh left your lips as you tried to keep your sights forward and away from the brightly lit grin that was visible through your peripheral.

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A story from the line at McDonald's
  • Me: okay so my sexuality's a complicated deal so let's just call me queer as hell
  • Friend: nono I wanna know can't you explain it
  • Me: well ok mainly I am asexual which means I don't want to do the do nor do I long for it, so it has nothing to do with lack of confidence or anything like that, I simply don't find anyone sexually attractive
  • Friend: right right
  • Me: but I'm also bi romantic. The sexual and romantic attraction are different, and I still fall in love and want to have physical contact with my partner, I just don't need the hanky panky
  • Friend: right cause you have a girlfriend that's pansexual right
  • Me: exactly and as long as we're both happy with not doing the rumba naked, that's a valid relationship
  • Friend: I get it, I get it... I didn't know the entire sexual and romantic orientations were different
  • Me: yeah I know it was an eyeopener for me when I found ou-
  • Lady behind us in line: excuse me so sorry but I couldn't help but overhear but I didn't know half of what you just said and I was just wondering what that thing your girlfriend was is, pansexual?
  • Me: *awkward glance at friend* oh uh I'm not an expert or anything and uh ok so basically it's similar to being bisexual, but there's less value in what gender the one you're attracted to is, at least as I understood it. So a bisexual would be attracted to a person despite their gender, a pansexual wouldn't really care at all in a way uh I'm sorry I'm bad at explaining
  • Lady behind us in line: that's alright I can look it up myself later you gave me a general idea! So where did you find out these things, you're pretty young?
  • Me: well, Internet. Once you're a bit confused about what you might be you usually go looking for explanations...
  • Lady behind us in line: so uh in theory... It's fine if you don't know, I just want to check with you... Is there a thing called aROMANTIC? like you're asexual, is there a equivalent to the romantic orientation you mentioned?
  • Me: oh yeah, absolutely! You can be both asexual and aromantic, or aromantic and heterosexual, literally all combinations are possible!
  • Lady behind us in line: *smiles LIKE REALLY GODDAMNED GENUINELY* thank you so much, I did not know that. *fishes up phone from pocket* now if you excuse me, I'm going to call my mother and tell her I'm not crazy for never having been married or stayed with one guy for long despite being 50+ but still has three children! *steps out of line and walks off while dialing*
  • Friend: wow that was... Amazing
  • Me: see how happy she got? That's the power of right information.
  • And that's why I've been smiling since this happened.

Hi! So…I’ve spent a lot of time thinking what I want to happen in today’s clip or what I think may happen or I don’t even know anymore. And I ended up writing something. To be honest I wasn’t going to publish it because I don’t want to be disrespectful with the situation, since I’m not muslim I have never been in Sana situation and I don’t feel entitled to write from her point of view. I know it’s a very delicate theme and I wouldn’t want to upset anyone. But since yesterday you were all so kind to me I decided to give it a try. So here it is, my take in today’s future clip.
PLEASE KNOW THAT I’M NOT TRYING TO DISRESPECT ANYONE, I HOPE THIS DOESN’T UPSET YOU. I’M REALLY REALLY SORRY IF IT DOES.

Sana hasn’t leave her room since last night. She can hear noise downstairs, she knows they have visit and she knows who that is. She can hear the boys laughing, her brother’s friend, but there’s one that is more than that…at least that’s what she thought. She’s spent the whole night thinking about the situation. How could everything have gone so wrong in a few seconds? In the time that it takes to send a text message her heart had been broken.
She looks at her phone, she still hasn’t answer to his last text, she doesn’t think she would. What can she say? She doesn’t even know
Her mom has been trying to get her out of her room the whole morning, she hasn’t even had breakfast. Her excuse? “I’m sorry mom I haven’t sleep very well, I want to stay in bed for a bit longer”
Of course when it’s almost noon her mom doesn’t believe that excuse anymore.
She calls Sana and ask her to please come, she needs her help. Actually what she wants is to know what’s going on with her daughter. She has a pretty good idea about what happens, teenage love is affecting her but still she needs to get out of her bedroom.
Sana please come onshe repeats


Sana knows that she has to leave her room eventually and if she doesn’t her mom is going to be upset, so she looks at herself in the mirror and try o fix her make-up so it doesn’t seem like she hasn’t sleep at all. Yup. Not working. She takes a deep breath and gets out of her bedroom.
Her mom is waiting for her in the kitchen, already cooking lunch. As Sana enters the room she tries so hard not to look at the living room where the boys are, but of course she can’t help but looking and of course Yousef is looking at her and of course he’s smiling at her in that way that gives her goosebumps. She avoids his eyes trying to look indifferent. A few seconds later when her eyes return unconciously to him she can’t help but notice the hurt look on his face while he faces the floor biting his lip.
Are you feeling better?” Sana’s mom ask
Huh? Yeah, yeah I am…bad night that’s all
Okay…can you help me cook?”
“Mom…”
“Yeah, I know, I know your husband is going to cook but still I could use your help”
“Husband? Whose husband?
” a masculine voice startles her.
She turns around and sees her brother Elias on the kitchen door. He’s not alone. Yousef is standing by his side trying to catch Sana’s eyes but she refuses to look at him.

“Oh I was asking your sister to help me cook but she says she’s marrying a man who can cook so she doesn’t need to learn” Mrs Bakkoush says
“Well, good luck finding him, sis” Elias says laughing
“Well, in fact, she may have already found him” Sana’s mom whispers
But of course everyone in the room hears her
“Mom!” Sana says in disbelief.

Now she can’t help but look at Yousef. He’s looking right a her with a mix of surprise and affection. He’s not stupid, he knows who her mom is talking about. He starts to smile but Sana turns her eyes to the floor before seeing it, it would hurt too much

“Wow, you’ve found a muslim boy who can cook? You like him Sana?” Elias asks teasing his sister

She bites her lip trying to hold the tears because yes, she had found a boy who can cook, and not only that. She had found a smart, kind, funny boy. And yes, she liked him, she liked him a lot. But no. He wasn’t muslim.

“No. I haven’t found one.” She says glaring at her brother.

From the corner of her eye she can see Yousef looking at her, again that hurt expression because he knows, he knows exactly what she meant with that.
He knows he’s screwed up big time. He knew how much her faith means to Sana. He knows that he should’ve been honest with her from the start, before the flirting had begun. But he was so gone for her before it had even started and he knew if he told her, there was a big chance he would lose her, just like it was happening now.

“Sana…but you said…” Her mom starts but Sana interrupts her
“Oh mom, I’ve just remembered. I was meeting my friends for lunch today. Actually I should go now if I want to catch them. You don’t mind, right?”
“Sana…”
“Please”
she almost beggs her. It wasn’t a “please let me go with my friends” it was “please I need to get out of here, please don’t ask me why, please just let me leave”

Her mom looks at her a understands, she doesn’t know what is going on but she knows her daughter needs some space

“Sure, honey. You can go”
“Takk”

And with that she turns around without even looking at the boys because is she does she knows what she’s going to find. Confusion, pain and what terrifies her the most, love.

She’s been walking for a few of minutes now when her phone beeps

Yousef Acar: “Where are you? Can we talk?”

She thinks the answer to those questions in her head.
Where is she? She doesn’t know. She’s in the middle of the street not knowing where to go. Who can she talk to? Who would understand?
Second question, can they talk? No. They can’t. At least not now. She needs to think. About everything. She doesn’t know what to say. She doesn’t know what to think. She just can’t deal with this right now.
She puts her phone in her pocket without answering and continues walking without a destiny.


Okay, this is way too long. And I know I know the ending is horrible but it’s my take in today’s clip so I know nothing is going to be resolved today. It needs time
Again, I’m really sorry if this upsets anyone, I promise that was never my intention.
If anyone feels this is disrespectful please feel free to tell me and I’ll erase it. The last thing I want is to make anyone feel bad

Also sorry for the bad grammar but as you may know english is not my first language

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Stormborn and Ironheart.

Pairing : Past!JaredxReader, Jensen, Genevieve
Word count : 1,689
Author :Mel
A/N : More parts for @bigdaddymongoose.

Final part of ‘My son, Bringer of Storms.’



You were staring at the wall, trying to keep calm and relaxed. Jensen was out in the hall with River, but in here, you were alone. Again. And even though you’ve done this before, you were scared.  You tried your best not to cry, you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

“It’s only a matter of time now.” The nurse smiled at you. “Would you like me to call for the anesthesiologist now?” You nodded. You knew you couldn’t wait much longer. “Alright, I’ll be back.” She left the room.

You eyes didn’t leave the wall. Your heart breaking.  “Y/n?” You hadn’t heard the door open, or anyone come in. With nurses in and out, you didn’t care. “Sweetheart?” That grabbed your attention.

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The One That Got Away [Chapter 12]

Originally posted by jypnior

Chapter 12 of The One That Got Away

Series Genre: Angst/Fluff/Smut


“I’m… I’m listening,” you whimpered, holding back the tears that stung your eyes.

You blinked, letting them trail off your lashes and onto your cheeks.

He brushed them all away with his thumb. His touch was so delicate, so loving. It amazed you how actions so small could fill you to the brim with such raw emotion.

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The Origin of Solangelo

It had been two days since Gaia’s defeat. Nico and Will were strolling through the woods at camp, talking quietly. They were completely alone, just the two of them. Normally, Nico liked being alone, but for some reason, being alone with Will made him really nervous.

“I’m glad you decided to stay at camp,” Will said. “So many of the others are leaving. Annabeth and Percy are gone for school, and-” Will paused. “You used to like him, didn’t you?”

Nico flinched. “Where did you hear that?”

“Nothing really happens around here without me knowing,” Will shrugged. “Information is always being passed around.”

“Oh.” Nico stuck his hands in his pockets, sighing. “Yeah, I liked him. But I was young. Those feelings have faded away. I didn’t know what it was like to really love someone.”

Will looked up at Nico. “I’ve always known what that was like. There’s this person I’ve liked for years. But my feelings never faded away.”

For some reason, Nico was disappointed, learning that Will liked someone. Nico did his best to hide his emotions, but he couldn’t help tearing up a little. “Well, whoever she is, she-”

“Not a she,” Will interrupted. His voice softened. “Nico, why are you crying?”

“I-”

Will smiled, realizing why Nico had gotten so upset. He continued his story. “I’ve liked him forever, but I could never gather enough courage to tell him. It didn’t seem like he wanted to talk to anybody.”

Will took a nervous deep breath.

“And he still doesn’t know that I like him. Well, until now. If he’s smart enough to put the pieces together.”

Nico stared at Will in disbelief. “Are you talking about-”

Will nodded, answering the question that Nico hadn’t even asked yet.

Nico couldn’t help it. He pulled Will into a hug. “I like you, too,” Nico whispered.

The Voicemail

Written for @xfficchallenges Dialogue Only Challenge.  

Timeline: Pre-Revival
Rating: R
Author: @piecesofscully
A/N: Sorry in advance? And thank you to my beautiful baeta @kateyes224 for always making my words pretty, pushing me to continue that thought, and encouraging me with a lot of expletives to write this.


“…sent me to voicemail?  Shit.  Uh, hey.  Hey, Scully.  It’s me.  Uh, Mulder.  You probably knew that.  I mean, who else would be calling you at, um, it’s 3:07.  3:07 in the morning?  Does someone else call you at 3:07 in the morning?  Don’t answer that.  S’better than showing up at your door three sheets to the wind in the middle of the night.  Trousered, almost shit-faced, nearly tanked.

“Ha, remember the last time I did that, Scully?  Las’ time you called me out for being drunk.  I have a confession, Scully.  I was drunk.  So drunk, in fact, that the pretty little barmaid cut me off.  86 was my lucky number, she’d said.  Pay the tab, and call a cab.  It’s a good thing I’m home now, no tabs t’pay, no cabs that smell like the vomit from the last drink-  er, drunk guy.  

“Just an empty couch that still smells like that perfume I bought you three years ago…

“I told her one was the loneliest number, and ya know what?  Scully, you know what?  I was wrong.  I know you like to hear me say that, so I’ll say it again.  I. Was.  Wrong.  The loneliest number’s two.  Two that’s still two, but half of it packed up its bags and walked out the front door.  You forgot to slam the door when you left, Scully.

“Fuck, I miss you.

“I miss you sticking your cold feet under my legs before falling asleep.  And that breathy sigh you make when you first wake up, and that awful tuna casserole you make on Fridays.  Fish on Fridays, like a good little Catholic. That stuff is really terrible, Scully.  Tastes like a burnt noodle coated in expired tuna.  But I ate it anyways, cause you made it.  

“You knew I didn’t like it, and you still made it, and I still ate it.  You know what I think?  I’m gonna tell you a secret.  I think that you liked to punish me, and I liked being punished.  Maybe you were right, maybe I’m a masochist.  That you enjoy dishing it out, though, makes you the sadist to my masochist.  Sadistic Scully. Has a ring to it, dontcha think?  I miss the way that you hated me, Sadistic Scully.  Meant you loved me.  Can’t have hate without love, right?

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Fools

Jughead x Reader

In which the reader is reflecting on her visit to Riverdale over the summer, including her first love. Based on the requested song: Fools by Lauren Aquilina

Warning: None

Word Count: 2,260

A/N: I think I’ve found another amazing artist to add to my Writing Jamz playlist hell yeah

Masterlist


We are too fragile just to guess

And I’ve been in this place before

A Summer in Paradise.

That’s what my mom told me it was.

I’m not sure if she actually meant it, or just said it to me to make me feel better about spending the summer in Riverdale with my dad.

I hadn’t been there or seen my dad in years, and I’d always been content with it, but I don’t think my mom was, because all of a sudden my mom thought it was a good idea that I bond with him before it’s too late.

I got out of the car, just a few days after school ended and we took the long drive up there. She didn’t want to even see his face, so she literally just left me with my suitcase on the curve and told me she’d see me in a few months.

And what a crazy few months those were.  

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Stiles Smut~ My Shirt

Word Count~ 2605
Rating~ R - NSFW - NOT APPROPRIATE
Warnings~  Uh, smut and language
Pairings~ Stiles x Female Reader
A/N~ Hey lovelies, this is my first smut, so I’m sorry if it’s not good. D= Please give me feedback! It would be great. This is kind of just like a ‘hey I’m back’ kind of thing. I’ll be trying to put up at least one thing a night, but school is just a pain. It’s spring break right now so, I should have some stuff out. I don’t know. JUST ENJOY PLEASE! 
Request~  Anonymous said: 
17, 22, 35, and 44 please with Stiles Stilinski and make it smutty!!

P.S. I couldn’t fit the last one in. I didn’t know how to add it.

“does that feel good”
“don’t call me ‘princess’, asshole”
“is that my shirt”
“I’m not that flexible”


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PART TWO OF THE LUKE HEMMINGS IMAGINE.
Rating:PG-13
Warning: swearing, fighting


The next day I was just a nervous mess. It was incredible that one of my works of art was going up in a gallery. It is a huge step in my life and I’m really proud of the piece.

The reveal is tomorrow and I don’t know what to expect. I don’t expect many people besides friends and family to show up. Most of them have already seen the piece.

I get a text from Luke saying everyone is over at Ashton’s again and he wants me to come over. It again makes me happy he wants to see me.

I throw on a pair of jeans and a hoodie that I got paint on a while back, keeping my hair in its messy bun.

I drive over and come in without knocking, it’s normal. I rush down the stairs, smiling awkwardly as I walk into the room.

“Oh hey!” Ashton smiles. I sigh when I see Arzaylea sitting next to Luke. I give her a quick smile when she looks up from her phone but she doesn’t seem to notice, quickly looking back down.

“Ayyy!” Luke smile, patting next to him on the side his girlfriend isn’t.

I redirect myself from the other couch I was heading too and take a seat next to Luke.

Luke gives me an awkward side hug, laying his head on my shoulder with makes my heart speed up.

I glance at Arzaylea nervously but she doesn’t seem to notice or care. I put my hand on Luke’s arm in attempt to hug him back.

I look around the room, wondering if Ashton, Michael or calum ever moved after we left yesterday because they are doing the exact same thing.

Ashton and Michael are still playing FIFA and calum is sitting on the other couch on his phone.

“How did your test go?” I ask

“Ehh. Alright I guess. Thanks for remembering.” He seems to be not just talking to me.

Arzaylea glances at him.

“I’m glad you’re here. Everyone here can’t get off their electronics for two seconds.” Luke says loudly, looking at me.

Arzaylea scoffs and clicks her phone off, putting it in her pocket.

“Happy?” She asks and he nods.

She smirks, Pouting her lips for a kiss. I look away but can see Luke his his hand and press where he kissed to her lips.

“No I want a real kiss.” She says.

I roll my eyes, not really caring if she sees. I want a real kiss too but she ends up getting one and I don’t. I can hear the smacking of their lips as they start to make out but Luke pulls away.

I try to make it seem like I wasn’t paying attention. Isee Luke glance at me from the corner of my eye.

“I call next round.” I stand to my feet, sitting on the floor next to Ashton desperate to get off that couch.

“Me too. I’ll play with you.” I hear Luke say behind me.

I don’t say anything back, “I asked you like a half hour ago if you wanted to play a round with me.” Arzaylea says.

“I didn’t want to then.” Luke replies casually.

“Okay well what about now. Why can’t I play the next round with you and she can play the next round with Michael.” She wines.

“Or you could play with Michael after we do.” Luke gestures to me.

Arzaylea shakes her head, retrieving her phone out of her pocket and clicking it on. “Never mind. I don’t even want to play anymore.” She says.

“You don’t even like playing it most of the time anyways.” Luke sounds irritated.

I know I should have just told her she can play with Luke but I didn’t want to give in. She is a girl who seems like she is very use to getting what she wants. I know it’s petty of me but Luke was my best friend years before they even met.

Finally it’s Luke and I turn. It is similar to our game, we always end up yelling at each other. More like the game I guess.

In the end I win. That’s usually what happens, yesterday was an except.

“That’s more like it.” I smile.

Luke stocks over to me, effortlessly picking me up off the ground and throwing me on the couch next to his girlfriend.

He bends his leg, putting his knee on my stomach before putting pressure on my body. I groan as he pins my arm arms above my head.

His knee is not digging into my stomach enough to hurt but just keep me in place.

Arzaylea looks annoyed as we fight next to her.

I try to knee Luke but he does a good job of dodging me.

“Lucas.” I warn, he smirks at me. “Let me go you jerk.”

I finally get an advantage and my foot pushes him slightly off me.

“Luke. She said let her go.” Arzaylea snaps. The room goes quiet and Luke looks embarrassed.

“I don’t know why you guys act like such children all the time. We are all grown adults.” She mumbles, storming out of the room for the second day in a row.

Luke let’s go of my arms and stands to his feet.

“Fuck.” He rubs his face. I stay on the couch, he just doesn’t seem happy.

I hate seeing him this way.

He walks out after her. I can hear them yelling upstairs. I hear footsteps making their way back down the stairs.

“We’re gonna go back to her place.” Luke appears back in the room.

I sit up further, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear that had fallen out of my bun.

“Um okay.” I say, looking at the tv Michael and Ashton are playing FIFA on again.

I’m annoyed at the fact that Arzaylea is stopping Luke from hanging out with his friends. Not to mention she called us children.

“I’m sorry.” Luke apologizes to all of us.

“No, I don’t know why you would want to hang with us children anyways.” I continue to stare at the tv, purposely not making eye contact with him.

“I-” Luke starts with a soft voice.

“Just go, Luke.” I say.

I can tell Ashton and calum are uncomfortable but I’m just mad.

Or jealous and don’t want to admit it.

Against my hopes Luke slowly turns around and walks up the stairs. I can hear the front door close and I look down at my hands.

I shouldn’t be mad. It is his girlfriend after all.
*
I head home shortly after that. Ashton and Calum didn’t say anything about what happened.

My house seems emptier than usual. Of course I do live by myself but I didn’t want to be alone right now.

I wanted to be with Luke.

I set turn on a movie that Luke and I always watch together.

I feel so dumb, he is with his girlfriend doing god knows what. I think I would rather not know.

While I’m just sitting here pitying myself and thinking about him.

My phone starts to ring, right away I know it’s Luke calling to apologize like he always does after we’ve had a fight.

I think of just letting him go to voicemail but I’ve already come to the conclusion I’m being ridiculous.

I answer it.

“Hello.” He says. “Are you still at Ashton’s?”

“No.” I shake my head though I’m alone in my apartment.

“Look, i’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have let Arzaylea talk about you guys like that. And I shouldn’t have left.” He says over the phone. I can tell he honestly feels bad.

We have never been able to stay mad at each other.

“No, Luke. She is your girlfriend, I get it.” I try to make him feel better.

I wish he would have stayed, I wish him and Arzaylea would break up but I’m not that lucky.

“Yeah, but you are my best friend.” He says making me smile.

That makes me so happy. “Aww you’re going to make me cry.” I say jokingly but I’m pretty serious.

I love hearing how much he cares about me because I care about him so much it hurts.

“I love you.” He says.

Every time he says that my heart jumps even though it’s something we’ve said since we were younger.

“I love you too.” I say.

PART THREE COMING SOON!!