i was messing around and it looks horrible i know

Wrapped Around; pt.6

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 11.8k words 

Originally posted by shinevmin

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

A/N: hur hur finally!!! I always feel horrible for making y’all wait for a month for each chapter haha. also, im running out of appropriate vmin gifs lmaooo

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 2.5 | Part 3 | Part 3.5 | Part 4 | Part 5


Jimin silently stuffs a spoonful into his mouth and although he had no appetite, the mere thought of this being something you made is enough to push him to forcefully swallow it. He thinks perhaps if he ate enough of it, it could help fill the vague emptiness he felt in his chest but he knew that only one thing could do that and that was you.

“So, he went to the ball with this Mina girl?” Solji asks, her voice slightly fuzzy over the phone speaker.

You let out a low hum of agreement, sinking down onto your bed, the phone still pressed to your ear.

“Because she asked?”

“Yes,” You sigh, setting your phone next to your head after selecting the loudspeaker option on your screen.

“And you had a week to ask him to the ball but you didn’t?”

“Well, I mean… yeah… but whatever, that’s not my point,” You groan. “My point is that he slept with Mina.”

“And is that a surprise to you? You really can’t blame him can you?” She asks. “He probably waited for you to ask him out to the ball and when you didn’t, he assumed you weren’t interested and went for someone else who was.”

“But I am interested,” You grumble, running your hand over your face in frustration.

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Smallest Coffins Are The Heaviest (John Laurens x Reader)

Words: 600+
Warnings: Death, Angst
A/N: I was in my feels and this is the outcome (sorry for the awkward format and spelling errors, mobile)


“What are we going to name it?” John asked, walking next to you in the baby aisle. You shrugged, picking up baby shoes from the shelf.

“John, we have no clue what the baby is going to be. It’s pointless to figure out names now. I’m only a few weeks pregnant,” You said, looking down at your belly. John touched your stomach, a small smile on his face.

“I vote John.”

“Really, Johnny?” You said, rolling your eyes. He kissed your forehead, and picking up a small pair of socks. He held it up to you.

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anonymous asked:

Would you ever write shangst (?) where Lance really messes up (not like cheats on Shiro, but says something really horrible, really hurts his feeling) and shiro just kinda of takes it? I just love your writing, and as much as I like langst, I just wanted to see it where Lance is the one who messes up. Ignore this if I am saying too much! (Sorry English is not my first language)

Anon I like how you think and I totally want to write this :D

Like they have a really bad argument over something like Shiro not being around as much anymore or something and Lance, impulsively, says something extremely hurtful.

Just the look on Shiro’s face is enough to know that Lance has fucked up, but he’s too stubborn and angry to admit it right then so instead of stammering out an apology Lance leaves and just goes for a walk to cool down and maybe cry a little. Because hey maybe Lance has been having a pretty shitty week and Shiro not being there for him was kind of the breaking point and Lance snapped.

So Lance sits down in a park and cries into his knees until it’s really late and dark outside, and he doesn’t know that Shiro is worried sick and out looking for him and he kinda just watches the moon with puffy red eyes, still crying a little.

And then Shiro finds him, and Lance kind of just curls away because he sees that Shiro has been crying too and knows it’s all his fault and he feels horrible, but Shiro is right there and in his bubble asking if Lance is okay and Lance just breaks down again, sobbing apologies while Shiro sighs and just pulls Lance into his arms and holds him and says that Hunk told him about what had happened that week (im thinking a homophobic asshole openly mocked and slurred at Lance who’s bisexual and happened to be talking with Allura about his boyfriend when the homophobic bastard started insulting Lance and was kicked out by a tiny, furious Pidge.) and how he was sorry he hadn’t been there when Lance needed him the most.

There’s just a lot of crying tbh, but that’s the plot line idea I came up with :3


  • ❝ You seem quiet today. ❞
  • ❝ Want to go grab a cup of tea and bitch about life? ❞
  • ❝ The forest around here always looks mysterious. ❞
  • ❝ You have a gift. ❞
  • ❝ All you need is the courage to share your gift with others. ❞
  • ❝ I feel like the universe is taunting me everywhere I go today. ❞
  • ❝ Just relax. Stop torturing yourself. ❞ 
  • ❝ You don’t know who the fuck I am or who you’re messing around with! ❞
  • ❝ Come on, put that thing down! ❞
  • ❝ Don’t you EVER tell me what to do! ❞
  • ❝ I am so sick of people trying to control me! ❞
  • ❝ Nobody would even miss your punk ass, would they? ❞
  • ❝ Get that gun away from me, psycho! ❞
  • ❝ Your face is covered in guilt. ❞
  • ❝ You look a little stressed out? Are you okay? ❞
  • ❝ You can always be upfront with me, [ name ]. ❞
  • ❝ That sounds like a set-up to a horrible prank. ❞
  • ❝ Would you mind letting me sketch you? ❞
  • ❝ I’m kind of over humanity today…❞
  • ❝ I’d really like to be alone right now, if you don’t mind… ❞
  • ❝ Please, leave me alone! ❞
  • ❝ Just because I don’t talk a lot doesn’t mean I don’t care. ❞
  • ❝ I’m such an asshole. I’m sorry, [ name ]. ❞
  • ❝ You’re not helpful, you’re just nosey. ❞
  • ❝ I think you better go…❞
  • ❝ It’s been one strange fucking day. ❞
  • ❝ Can’t a sensitive high school boy/girl love sensitive vampires too? ❞
  • ❝ I need to talk to somebody…just to get it out of my system. ❞
  • ❝ Dr. [ full name ] is in da house. I won’t even prescribe you any meds. ❞
  • ❝ Have you ever had a dream, so real it was like a movie? ❞
  • ❝ Don’t analyze me! ❞
  • ❝ This day never ends… ❞
  • ❝ After five years, you’re still [ name ]. ❞
  • ❝ Don’t give me that guilty face. ❞
  • ❝ At lest pretend you’re happy to see me. ❞
  • ❝ I am seriously glad to see you. ❞
  • ❝ It makes perfect sense I’d see you today. ❞
  • ❝ I thought it would be quiet here. ❞
  • ❝ Don’t you think I’m happy to see you? ❞
  • ❝ You were happy to wait five years without a call, or even a text. ❞
  • ❝ I’m sorry. I know things were tough on you when I left… ❞
  • ❝ How do you know? You weren’t even there. ❞
  • ❝ Are you cereal? ❞
  • ❝ My camera has officially taken a shit. ❞
  • ❝ Home, shit, home. ❞
  • ❝ I don’t feel grown up. Just more confused as I get older. ❞
  • ❝ I’m happiest when I’ve got a great image in my lens. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not lonely, not afraid… ❞
  • ❝ After my [ family member ] died and you moved, I felt abandoned. ❞
  • ❝ You’re the opposite of shy…of me. ❞
  • ❝ What do you truly want to do when you grow up? ❞
  • ❝ I want to explore the world. Go far from here… ❞
  • ❝ Your pictures could be in a museum. Someday they will. ❞
  • ❝ You saved my life. ❞
  • ❝ That is so badass. ❞
  • ❝ So, did you recognize me? ❞
  • ❝ I, er, know it was your birthday last month… I want you to have this. ❞
  • ❝ That’s cool you remembered my birthday. But I can’t take this. ❞
  • ❝ I’m fucking insane in the brain! ❞
  • ❝ You need to hide. Now! ❞
  • ❝ I’m sick of your disrespect! ❞
  • ❝ Thanks for taking the heat. ❞
  • ❝ Let’s sneak out the window. ❞
  • ❝ This is the exact same place I was at during my nightmare today… ❞
  • ❝ Are you sure you don’t want to be alone? ❞
  • ❝ I’m not as brave as you. ❞
  • ❝ Sometimes ignorance is bliss. ❞
  • ❝ Everybody in this town knows everyone’s secrets. ❞
  • ❝ You needed money that bad? ❞
  • ❝ How much do you owe? ❞
  • ❝ This shit-pit has taken away everyone I’ve ever loved… ❞
  • ❝ [ name ]…you’re here. I’m back. Oh my Lord. This is real…it’s real. ❞
  • ❝ You totally just blacked out… ❞
  • ❝ I had another vision…❞
  • ❝ [ name ], I’m not crazy. ❞
  • ❝ I can reverse time. ❞
  • ❝ I saw you get shot, [ name ]. Saw you actually…die. ❞
  • ❝ Okay I see you’re a geek now with a great imagination, but this isn’t an anime or a video game. ❞
  • ❝ I don’t know what I have…But I have it. And I’m scared shitless…❞
  • ❝ Snowflakes? It’s like 80 degrees…How? ❞
  • ❝ [ name ], start from the beginning. Tell me everything… ❞

“If I have to turn around and go all the way back, I’m going to be a little peeved.”

“This looks like a place of danger and I think it’s a horrible idea to be here.”

“Why do you care? You don’t even know me.”

“How can you stand to watch this? It’s too scary for me.”

“I can’t believe I listened to you! Look at this mess! They’re going to kill me, or at the very least, beat me up!”

“Miracles? Please. I am a miracle.”

btsloverfan  asked:

Drabble "shut up" Taehyung

BS: Taehyung | 01

“Hey, does it still hurt?” Taehyung asked.

“No, hyung. It feels great.“ Jungkook replied sarcastically. Taehyung only giggled.

“Don’t you dare laugh.” Yoongi snarled making Taehyung immediately shut his mouth. “I should be in bed right now. Instead I have to drive you idiots to the hospital.” He muttered in annoyance as he checked his watch again. His glare was like daggers and Taehyung slumped back into his seat. Taehyung, Jungkook and Yoongi were currently seated in the waiting area while Jungkook held frozen meat on his broken and now swollen wrist. But see, it wasn’t all Taehyung’s fault that they were here in the middle of the night. Yes Taehyung had dared Jungkook, but Jungkook was the one who agreed and Jungkook was the one who hung off balcony while trying to do a chin up as he sang his part from Not Today. So by Taehyung’s logic, how was he to blame?

The doctor finally approached them, gesturing for Jungkook to join him in the surgery room. Jungkook got up with the other two boys in toe.

“Just one other person in the surgery room please.” The doctor said, eyeing the three boys.

“Stay here.” Yoongi commanded. He narrowed his eyes at Taehyung. “I mean it Kim Taehyung. Stay here and don’t cause any trouble till we get back.”

Taehyung nodded his head obediently before waving goodbye to them.

He slumped back in his chair and watched the other people at the hospital mindlessly. A few seconds passed before he pulled out his phone to play some music, slipping on his headphones. 

Just than an anxious looking man took a seat beside him. The man’s leg was bouncing nervously and his hands were folded as if in prayer, but his eyes were focused on a spot on the ground. Taehyung eyed him, immediately sensing his distress. Maybe he should say something to him…start a conversation? 

 Taehyung was about to, but he noticed two nurses comeing out of a room. They seemed to be whispering to each other for a brief second. They pulled their surgery masks down and looked at each other. One of the nurses caught Taehyung’s eye. Woah. Taehyung was awe struck. He couldn’t explain it but she seemed so homey and …made him feel…happy. Did that make sense? Taehyung didn’t know, but thats how he felt by simply the sight of her. He watched as the two nurses glanced at each other quickly before making their way towards Taehyung. They looked nervous. Was he in trouble? Maybe it was about Jungkook? He noticed a sadness in both the nurses’ expressions as they seemed to hesitate. The nurse who Taehyung had taken a liking too, gestured for the other to stay back as she moved forward. Taehyung leaned in to greet her but she went to the man beside him instead of him. Taehyung felt very disappointed, to the point where he could help the pout as he now watched the interaction between the man and her. 

“Sir. I…I regret to inform you that…” She started with much hesitation. The man stood up suddenly, towering over her. “Sir I…”

Regret. What have you done? Tell me what you did?” The man suddenly began barking at her. Taehyung watched her flinch at his sudden reaction and he immediately stood up. 

“Woah, please calm down. Don’t yell at her.” Taehyung said to the man. The nurse turned to Taehyung, desperation in her eyes but she shook her head at him as if telling him not to interfere. Taehyung hated confrontations or any sort of arguments. But he didn’t back down. The man suddenly turned his anger onto him. 

“Excuse me?” He hissed. “You’re telling me to calm down? Who are you? Do you even know what I’m going through?” He yelled at Taehyung. 

“No sir. I don’t. But I don’t think its fair for you to take your anger out at her.” Taehyung tried to explain. 

“Sir. Please take a seat. The doctor will be with you shortly.” The nurse quickly interjected before the man could say anything to Taehyung.

“No!” The man suddenly shouted. “I want to speak to the doctor now! I want to know how she’s doing, now!” He was jabbing a finger at the nurse and Taehyung for some reason couldn’t stand it. 

“Sir-” Taehyung tried to help once again. 

“Shut up” The man suddenly shouted at Taehyung making him flinch. He was taken aback by just how fierce the man looked. “I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to her!” He suddenly caught onto the nurse’s wrist in what Taehyung immediately noticed to be a painfully tight grip. “Take. Me. To. Him. Now.” He said menacing through clenched teeth. 

“Let go of her.” Panic and worry took over Taehyung and he quickly came between them and shoved the man away. The man fell back a few steps. Before this could get further out of hand the nurse suddenly clutched onto the Taehyung’s arm and pulled him back and away from the man. Just than the second nurse arrived with security in toe, here to keep the man at bay. The nurse kept pulling Taehyung down the hall till they reached the corner. 

“What is wrong with you?” She suddenly asserted. 

“Me?” Taehyung mumbled confused. 

“Why would you push him?” 

“He was hurting you?” Taehyung blinked at her in complete disbelief. Was she really mad at him? For helping?

“I had the situation under control. You getting involved and starting a fight, you would have cost me my job. He was a man in distress, we are equipped to handle distressed loved ones. But you shoving him could have complicated everything!” She scowled at him. 

“I…I didn’t know…I’m sorry. I just- he was hurting you and I just wanted to help you.” Taehyung stuttered out. 

“Well thanks, but I didn’t need your help.” With that she spun around and was already walking down the hall, leaving him standing there. 


Taehyung sat in the waiting area. He felt horrible and miserable. He never meant to make anything worse for her. He just really wanted to help her. That man would have hurt her. He sighed in annoyance at himself. He always messed things up. 

“You okay?” Taehyung suddenly looked up to see Yoongi and Jungkook with his bandaged hand. “Why do you look so sad?” Yoongi asked. Taehyung just shook his head. “Alright then. You two wait here. I’m going to go bring the car around. They both nodded as he walked away. Jungkook took the seat beside Taehyung’s, watching his hyung in deep thought. 

“Are you really okay?” Jungkook asked. “If you feel bad about my wrist, hyung, you’ve made me do worse.” he chuckled. Taehyung smiled but Jungkook could see that it didn’t reach his eyes. 

“Jungkook, I always mess things up, don’t I?” he finally muttered. 

“What do you mean?”

“I always make everything worse.” Taehyung stated, looking down at his feet. 

“Of course you don’t hyung, you-” just than Yoongi’s impatient honk brought their attention to the front. “Come on, or he’ll get mad.” 

Taehyung nodded and began following Jungkook when a sudden tug at his sleeve made him turn around. There stood the nurse. Taehyung didn’t believe it for a second but she was really there, standing there with a guilt ridden expression. 


“Hey” Taehyung returned, his voice sounding more surprised than he intended.

“I…I’m sorry for my behaviour. I’m just really stressed and that was really shitty of me to treat you like that. You were trying to help. I’m sorry.” 

“Its okay.” The words came out of Taehyung too quickly and it made her smile. Which undeniably made him smile. 

“That was very nice of you to stand up for me. I think I owe you one.” Another honk sounded making the both of them jump. “I guess your friend’s waiting for you. I don’t want to hold you up.”

Another honk. 

At this point complete panic took over Taehyung. Yoongi’s honking was giving him anxiety but the fact that he was leaving her, that there was chance that he wasn’t ever going to see her again, was giving him more anxiety. She smiled and he could already see the goodbye forming on her lips. Before she could even let out the words he dashed forward, closing the distance between them, and kissed her. Her eyes widened in complete shock as he pulled away with a wide, boxy grin. 

“Kim Taehyung, stop kissing random people!” Yoongi came back into the hospital shouting! 

“Hyung!” Jungkook called in shock. 

The nurse just stood there stunned. 

“I’m so sorry! Please don’t press charges for assault!” Yoongi quickly rushed when he got to your side. “Taehyung get your ass in the car.”

“Its okay hyung, she won’t press charges.” Taehyung stated as if it was a matter of fact. He turned back to you, expecting you to agree. You just continued to stand there, still in disbelief, blinking at him. 

“Taehyung, lets go.” Yoongi took Taehyung by the arm and began dragging him out. 

“You said you owe me! So I want to go on a date with you. I’ll pick you up tomorrow after your work. Wait I don’t know your name yet!” but it was too late as Yoongi had already dragged him out. You were still dumbstruck, trying to understand if this person was real. You reached up, running your fingertips over your lips that still tingled from the sensation of the kiss. Well…your mom always told you true love drops out of the sky and meets you when you least expect it….you just didn’t really think it would be this unexpected. 

The Game

Originally posted by fotokopicibierkek

This is the third part to Dinner Party.
While Dean and Reader are locked in the room. Amber deciding to take things into her own hands.

Reader X Dean Winchester

Warnings: Death, suicide, blood. Sad. (no I didn’t cry while writing this…. It was like two tears haha)

@beltz2016 @meghan-brannon @alyssa6marie @nanie5 @phoenixiax @leenasleena-blog @kiri-hakumei @deanwnchstr @band-and-sadness @amandamaesweetheart @hannahhyese 
Let me know if you wanna be tagged in the next chapter or anything else I write :) 

“Hmm let’s see who should go first?” Says the voice it sticky sweet. I knew that she was smiling wherever she was.

“Oh I know. I’ll flip a coin heads the boys first tails the girls first. Sound fair?”

“Get on with it. I’m starting to get bored.” I say trying to distract myself and maybe the others with being cocky.

“Well alright then Missy Ladies first. Since you are so bored Y/N why don’t you start us off by flicking Dean’s nose.” She says followed by a giggle.

“What?” I ask looking at the TV since that is where her voice is coming from.

“You heard me flick his nose like the bad boy he is.”

“Are you serious?”

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❀ #WYD 1/7 | Junhoe

gif cre: @ikonis

This is like the weirdest thing i have written in my entire life… deal with it it’s Ikon’s fault tbh. I started with Yun but i cried halfway (lol) so next will be him and then double b. Pls don’t judge if it sucks i’m still not over the mv, so my brain produced weird stuff like this. - Moyo


I want to fall for you deeper, I want to feel your breath closer to mine.

It had been only one day, less than 24 hours since Junhoe had last seen you and he couldn’t help this warm, tingly feeling that somehow found its way in his body whenever he thought of you. He wanted to see you, he wanted to hug you– because for some reason he had this deep desire to embrace you with his entire self and feel your heart beating against his own.

Usually, Junhoe wasn’t that kind of person to act like this. Even his members had been teasing him about it for a while, yet he couldn’t help it; he didn’t even care what those dumbheads thought as long as he knew you weren’t sick and tired of him.  

I miss you

Junhoe typed down his message, just to re-type it all over again since it sounded too aggressive for his liking.

I want to see you.  

Again… Junhoe had to think about it for a while before pressing on send. He knew that he was acting kind of childishly but asdfghjk. What If you thought he liked you? Neglecting the fact that Junhoe indeed treasured heavy feelings for your that he couldn’t quite comprehend himself.  

Juneee: What are you doing today?  

This time, he really pressed on send before he tossed the phone to the other side of the bed, taking a moment to scream into his pillow. It was 8 pm, what kind of question was that anyway? Maybe you were even asleep like–


Junhoe’s hand reflexively yanked the little device back, unlocking it in less than 3 seconds (he even forgot his password for a moment before he realized he didn’t even have one in the first place) and again; his heart was doing this weird jittery thing where it felt like it was jumping out of his chest any second.

Cutiepatootie123: Nothing, I just took a shower. :) <3

There was really, really not much content in the message that could make you react like Goo Junhoe in that moment and really, If it was anyone else he would have thrown the phone back into the corner of his room because who cares?? A shower, well good for you–

But it was you Junhoe was thinking here about, y o u.

And it wasn’t the fact that you just showered, no, it was the little heart that made Junhoe go all asdfghjk again.  

Juneee: Cool. Do you wanna meet up tomorrow?  

Cutiepatootie123: Sure!  

Juneee: Cool.




“What the fuck is wrong with you, are you watching porn?” Hanbin raised his eyebrows at Junhoe before he came closer, trying to take a peek at his phone. “Yeah.” He answered with a wide grin; they could think anything as long as they didn’t know it was you he was so excited about. Even if that meant, he had to pretend to be some horny teenager from now on.  

It was exactly 9.20 pm when he disappeared somewhere under his covers and closed his eyes shut, hoping he could just fall asleep as soon as possible, so he could wake up to a beautiful day he was already looking forward to.  

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Step Bro... Fuck Buddy... or Love? FINAL

For the ones who haven’t read previous chapters yet … Just click the links below

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9/Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 /  Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 / Part 17/Part 18 / Part 19 / Part 20

Originally posted by keepingupwithbts

Genre: Smut ( NSFW ), Romance, Angst , Fluff

Members: JungKook & Jimin & TaeHyung & Reader

Word Count : 2424

I slow my steps down to hear Tae clearly.

“She was with Jimin. She slept with him and recorded everything.”

What I hear… It… It can’t be true.

I directly make my way to the room and they are sure I heard from the look on my face. Tae turns his gaze the other way.

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anonymous asked:

idk if you're still doing this but- uh, I'd love a #5 MariChat from the Drabble list

I hope I used the correct Drabble list to choose from. This was the one I found in the long run. So #5 it is!

Also I apoligise if there are a lot of grammar mistakes in this. But I am at least happy with the small bit that I did do.

word count-1731



Marinette hadn’t a clue how she and chat got onto this subject. Talking about the things they liked. But it was going well until she brought up the fact that there was a boy in her class that she liked. If there was a reaction from Chat that she was expecting, it surely wasn’t the one she witnessing right now. He was getting so flustered over that small bit of a detail. Like he didn’t believe her or maybe it was because she never said anything before. Then again, they never talked too much past him and Ladybug. She had expected him to tease her and to embarrass her at least. But seeing his hair fluff up slightly and as his eyes looked down to her owlishly. It was almost too much as she chuckled softly. She even swore his brows had shot out from under his mask and into his hairline at one point of his sudden surprise. The young designer was obviously greatly humored  by this.

“S-someone in your class?!” His voice had cracked, not hiding the obvious distress that his body and face held.  It shouldn’t have been surprising to learn that she might actually like someone. And yet here he was having a mild break down over it. Chat shook his head as his brain raced through everyone in their class. Not a single boy he could think of, had she shown any noticeable interest in. It baffled him to say the least by this revelation she presented. What he didn’t understand was the sudden spark of something coiling in his heart. Its tendrils reaching down into the pit of his stomach, rolling around with an unfamiliar twist. The movement didn’t get much better as she continued to speak, rolling about harshly against the cage of his body. This odd emotion caused his hair to puff further out.

“Hmmhm…. He’s pretty handsome too.” Her head bobbed slightly as she had her hands held out in front of her. Fingers ticking off each other as she spoke aloud her list she had compiled about the boy she had a crush on. Her eyes trained carefully on the kitty before her, waiting for his reaction. “He’s smart, savvy, pretty well known, very kind, funny…” Her words dwindled as the blonde before her bristled visibly. He looked like he wanted nothing more but to rake his claws over something to relieve the tension building up in his jaw. If she didn’t know better you would think…. No it couldn’t be. Not with her. “Wait a minute mon minou…. Are you jealous?” Though she tried to hold it back, her humor was only dripping through her words.

“NO!” His quick and rather loud outburst caused gloved hands to smack over his mouth suddenly. He hadn’t meant for it to come out as a shout. Hell He hadn’t meant for it to even come out as angry sounding or as fast. But it did. His lips formed a thin line as he promptly removed his hands from his face and sat on his claws. This time, he spoke as calmly as he could. Irritation still laced with the words that tumbled off of his tongue and into the open. “I mean, no, but this guy can’t be all that great if you two aren’t dating by now.” That irritation came out as a hiss towards the end of his sentence. Since when had he become so possessive of his princess? She could like whomever she chose…..right?

That’s not true kid and you know it. This is what happens when a cat gets too curious for its own good. Now you have a crush on her and you didn’t even realize it until another boy was brought into this mess.’ Annoyance could be the first thing that came to mind as the words bloomed in Adrien’s head. Plaggs voice just seemed to echo through his brain, giving his usual speech ‘See Adrien, you wouldn’t be so upset if you just stuck with cheese. It certainly wouldn’t go about liking other people.’ Adrien had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at the kwami. Cheese was always the answer to the small being.
The blonde’s attention snapped back the moment he heard a heavy sigh escape the girl next to him. Green eyes turned their attention down to her as a brow rose under the mask. His curiosity lead him down to another image of the girl before him. His ears drooped in kind at the sad look on his fellow classmates face.

“You know Chat… there isn’t anything to be jealous of. He really doesn’t know I exist other than being just another classmate.”She was honestly trying to reassure him even if it cost her a small piece of her to do so. Marinette looked tired as her shoulders fell. Her eyes glanced over to the fountain within the middle of the park, across from the bench that they had claimed as their own temporally earlier that evening “It doesn’t help that I can’t even talk correctly around him most the time. And when I do get full sentences I mess them up with the horrible gibberish that just rolls out of my mouth and into the open.”

His eyes were glued to her as she continued. Her hands moved around her adding to her expressions and flow of emotion. “I mean I can’t even remember to sign a simple birthday present that I had made for him. See I knitted him a scarf in his favorite color blue. He really liked it, but he said his dad gave it to him. How could I just crush that bit of hope? I couldn’t, so I never said anything…” Chats breath caught in his throat as he listened. He was the only one in class with a blue scarf…. He was also the only one that had mentioned how happy he was that his father finally got him something for his birthday, something that wasn’t the same pen he received every year it seemed. His heart leapt to his throat as he continued to listen to her as she carried on. “I couldn’t even remember to sign the Valentine’s card that I had sent him.” She shook her head as she grumbled about Alya never letting her live it down. “And then…just the other day, to add icing to the cake right, I had tried out a new recipe… It was for a specific chocolate that I had found out that he had liked.” Oh no, he knew where this was going. He knew exactly who she was referring to that she liked now. How could he not when the facts were blatantly staring him in the face. He wouldn’t even be surprised if he got smacked by these truths as they slammed into his brain like a freight train on the verge of derailing its tracks. Marinette liked him…LIKED HIM! It was all coming together so fast that the events of the previous day flashed before his eyes. He could still see that look of horror that had crossed Marinette’s face that day.  “I had made some cookies to go with the chocolate you know. Thought it would be a great way for me to actually tell him how I felt finally. I should have held my breath. Because in that one moment when everything was going so well, and you know Chloe being Chloe had stepped in and knocked me down to the ground. Literally! The basket scattered all over the place at his feet. All that hard work I had put into making everything…gone.” She snapped her fingers to emphasize her words. He blanched at the sound of the snap. He knew Marinette worked hard with everything that she did. To even know that she put that much effort in just for him made his heart beat fast. But one glance over to the girl beside him had a feeling of anger rolling through him. She still looked devastated. A growl rolled out from the pits of his stomach to the back of his throat. The intensity of his emotion startled the young fashion designer so much, that it took her a few moments to understand that he wasn’t upset with her, but the story that she had just told.

Placing a hand onto his shoulder, Marinette stood. “Don’t worry about it Chat… Chloe ended up facing my best friend Alya. Now that is a terrifying force” Marinette laughed softly about it. The sound made his anger calm as he proceeded to stand up himself. The two stretching their legs out after the bit of time they had sat on the bench. He froze as he caught her sudden smile that she flashed his way. Arms still stretched over him as he almost choked on his saliva. “Sides…sometimes it’s a little hard to forget the handsome stray that comes to my balcony every other night now.” When she leaned up towards him and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, he swore he died just for a moment. His eyes had widened as much as they could possibly go. How does one respond to pretty girls suddenly taking all their charm and handing it to you on a silver platter? How could he compute the fact that she admitted to liking both sides of him…or the kiss to the cheek?

So when she turned and gave that adorable little wave good bye, he had almost missed what she was saying. “Thank you for listening to me Chat….. Have a good night and try not to stay up too late!” He only nodded dumbly as he watched her leave the park, crossing the street to her family’s bakery. The slip of a girl disappearing into the warm light after a moment.

How long he stood there, he wasn’t positive. But the feeling of warmth that spread over his chest and cheeks seemed to open up a whole new can of hope in him. A grin split his face in two. How could he be jealous of himself when she liked all of him? No, he definitely could not be. He took his baton out to glance at the time. Eight pm flashed up onto his screen. It was Paris, and the night was still young. Perhaps a visit from Adrien would be appropriate?

Chapter 7

“Angels?” I questioned. “Angels? Are you nuts? Have you completely lost your mind?” I demanded.

Dan stared forward neither confirming nor denying.

“Angels? Like proper angels from the bible? With wings and halos and the things people pray to every damn night? Actual angels that are meant to protect people?”

“Have you ever even read a bible, Phil?” Dan scoffed. “Angels are soldiers.”

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Look and Listen

Dean Winchester x Reader

Dean stopped the Impala, the headlights shining on the “Dead End” sign above your heads. Glowing like a prize just won at you as you smirked in your seat.

You had been right about the dead end and Dean was utterly wrong.

“There you go.” You shoved your hands in the front of your hoodie and nodded at the evidence in front. “As I said.”

“Shut up.” Dean spat and hit his hand on the wheel. He was already fuming from the fight earlier. You practically felt the heat surrounding him, filling up the car.

“Don’t talk to me like that.” You glared. “It’s not my fault you never listen to me.”

“I said shut up, Y/N.” He growled.

You looked over at your—whatever he was. Sure, you two had slept together and flirted nonstop when you two weren’t fighting, but neither one of you ever said anything about a relationship. This was some sort of game for Dean and you were just along for the ride since your dream guy couldn’t take a clue that you had actual feelings for him. You weren’t about to go and tell him, either. Dean Winchester didn’t want a girlfriend—he wanted a hunting partner he could screw after a hunt.

The fight had been going on for days now. Dean would say something to get you all riled up and it usually ended with you forcing Dean to sleep on the floor or the Impala; usually the latter. There was never a “I’m sorry” or “I’ll do better next time.” Dean refused to ever admit he was wrong and you refused to admit you loved him too much to just walk away—but that time was ending. The love you felt for this man, it was too strong and that was the problem.

When Dean was around, you felt your heart melt into a puddle and the butterflies in your stomach raced around against time, never stopping. When he said your name you felt relief that he cared enough to remember. And the sex, the sex was always amazing. Dean knew how to take care of you, but he also knew how to please you. You were always there in the morning with a reward for the night after.

But this was different. Lately, even the sex was all wrong, if there was any sex at all. He completely stopped kissing you or calling you cute little pet names. Even his touch was different, firmer and shorter than ever before.

You had had it.

You threw open the door of the Impala and grabbed your bag from the floorboard. You would walk to the nearest motel and take a room for the night, it couldn’t be too far off. The rain would wash away your worries for now and in the morning you would think of a new plan.

“What are you doing?” Dean glanced over his shoulder at you.

“I’m leaving, Dean. This isn’t working out. You’ll be happier with me gone anyway. This stress is too much for me.” You claim.

“Y/N, don’t be stupid.”

“No!” You threw the phone be bought you at him, hitting him square in the jaw with it. You didn’t need anything he touched. “You never listen to me, Dean! That’s where this always starts. I’m your partner. It would be nice if you took my advice sometimes but no, it’s all about you and your cockiness taking over. Hell, I haven’t had a good sleep in months.” You stood up and slammed the door in his face.

As you turned your back and started to walk away, the rain soaking your shirt and pants already, you heard Dean call after you. “Y/N!”

You didn’t look back.

And he didn’t bother to run after you.


You checked yourself in the mirror before leaving for work. Back in your hometown, it felt nice. You hadn’t meant to come back here, hadn’t meant to create a completely normal life for yourself, but you had. And it was better than before.

Regardless of all your old friends ditching you to move on to bigger things, you felt safe. Hunting was a thing of your past, something you never thought of anymore. You couldn’t. The memories it brought back…

It took you a year and a half, but you made it. Able to support yourself, feed yourself, and even taught yourself not to think about the boy you left your heart with. That last part was the hardest part. You missed him every second of every day and even this day you were thinking of him as you walked out into the streets. He was engraved in your mind and he wasn’t leaving, but you knew how to deal with it by now.

You smile at a few of your neighbours. You walked to work most days, enjoying the fresh air. It was the best feeling in the world.

Halfway to work, you stopped and grabbed yourself a coffee. The barista smiled at you. He was new. Black, curly hair peeking out from under his cap; dark blue eyes, like the sky before a storm; long and skinny; his fingers were twice the size of normal ones. You found him slightly attractive, though he appeared too young for you, so wave him off when he asks for your number.

“Y/N?” A rough voice asks behind you.

You turn and see him standing there, towering over you like some giant out of the sky. His bottom lip is quivering some and his eyes are already watering.

There was no colour left in his cheeks, no meat on his bones, and his eyes were dead with no emotion whatsoever.

You let out a breathy “Dean” before you’re engulfed in his arms, your face pressed against his chest. It was obvious that he was out of shape. His hold was no longer strong and protective, it was weak and not as crushing as it used to be, not as welcoming.

“Dean.” You push him away and look at him. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Dean stutters, a single tear sliding down his stubbly cheek. “I-I didn’t think you’d come back. I looked everywhere, Y/N. I gave you a day. I thought you would come back to the motel after you cooled down.”

“Why on the earth would I go back to the man that—“ You stopped yourself. ‘Breaking my heart’ didn’t seem like a good enough reason.

“I know, I know.” His head fell and he sniffed. “Son of a bitch, I can’t believe I didn’t see it before.”

“Dean, what happened to you?” You ask, worried that he made some deal with a demon. You looked around the building and noticed Sam wasn’t there.

“Y/N,” he gripped your shoulders. “I am absolutely, completely in love with you. I can’t take it anymore. Being without you feels horrible. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat. Hell, I nearly killed myself a couple months ago with alcohol poisoning. I’m a mess, baby doll. I can’t live without you.”

Imagine a coworker being sexist, and you and Sam both flip out

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“….and, well, you know how women are with numbers.” this causes everyone the group to crack up. Everyone except for you, that is.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t understand.” you say, trying your best not to kick that guy’s ass. “What are you implying?”

“Well, you know, women and numbers?” your coworker, Tim, says, and you look at him blankly. “And math?” You frown, an eyebrow raised. “How men are better at math than women?”

“Really?” you ask, pretending to be fascinated. “Because when I went to school, everyone had to take math if they wanted to go to college, and my class was mostly females.” You shrug, closing the folder. “Then again, you did go to school a while ago, so it’s probably a generation thing.”

“What?” he demands. 

You get to your feet, smiling at the group. “Have a lovely day, everyone.”


You walk into the break room, and see Sam standing there, looking around uncomfortably. “Oh, thank God you’re here.” you say, pulling him into a tight hug.

His hands immediately go around your waist, and he kisses your forehead. “Bad day?” he asks.

“That’s the understatement of the year.” you mutter, pulling away. “I hate my coworkers, they’re all so rude, and sexist, and horrible.”

“Hey, Y/N.” you turn around, and see none other than Timothy. “What happened at that meeting today? You took that pretty personal…. is it your time of the month or something?”

“What did you just say to me?” you demand.

“See, here you go again, getting emotional over nothing.” Tim rolls his eyes, looking at your boyfriend. “Women, am I right?”

“You don’t know you’re messing with.” Sam growls. “You have no right to disrespect my girlfriend like that okay? You’re no better than her just because you’re a man, and-” 

“Wow, calm down, buddy.” he says, laughing. “It’s okay, women are just overly sensitive, that’s why they belong in the kitchen, where no one can hurt their fragile little feelings.” 

That’s it. You rush at him, and punch him in the face with such force, he’s knocked to the ground. “You stupid misogynist piece of crap.” You pick him up by the tie, and punch him again. “Still think women are weak?” 


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“Look Cisco, I’ve been trying to flirt with you for about a month now and Caitlin noticed it, so that means I’m not horrible at getting my message across but I don’t know what you thought so here we go. Cisco will you please go out on a date with me?”
“You’re serious? You aren’t messing around with me.”
“No why would I do that? I really like you.”
“Man, now I feel like a jerk. I thought you were just messing with me when you talked to me. I didn’t think a girl like you could like a guy like me.”
“A girl like me? I have no clue what that’s supposed to mean but Cisco you’re amazing, funny, and adorable. I don’t know a girl that wouldn’t want a guy like you.”

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Hold Me Hoshi (Seventeen) Drabble

#19: “Just hold me, please.”

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“What can I do? I feel terrible,” Hoshi says to you, his eyebrows drawn down in concern. You were lying in bed, extremely sick, and it was all thanks to him.

A cough erupts from deep in your chest. In a hoarse voice you say, “You should feel terrible. You got me sick!” You were just messing with him, but he really did look like he felt truly horrible about it.

“I know! I feel awful about it, baby,” Hoshi says and crawls onto your bed, resting his head on your stomach and wrapping his arms around you.

You sigh and smile, running your hands through his hair. “It’s okay. I decided to be around you when you were sick, so it’s mostly my fault. And I wouldn’t change that now even if I could because every second I spend with you, makes my life much more wonderful.”

Hoshi looks up at your from your stomach and shoots you a goofy grin. He jumps up from his position and grabs your hand, rubbing his thumb over your palm. “Can I get you anything? Do anything for you? Let me make this up to you.”

“Just hold me, please,” you say with a soft smile.

Hoshi’s eyes light up and he practically leaps at you, causing you to squeal.

“Scoot,” he says, motioning with his fingers. You giggle and move over in the bed. Hoshi climbs under the covers and opens his arms for you, waiting for you to take your rightful place in his arms.

You move over to him and rest your head on his chest, your hand resting on his stomach. A happy sigh escapes your lips and you throw your leg over his, wrapping yourself around him like a koala. Hoshi sighs a happy sigh as well and presses his lips to your forehead.

“You’re burning up, my little koala,” he says and puts his wrist up to your head.

“It’s because you’re next to me,” you joke, but really you don’t feel well at all.

“Hmm,” Hoshi says in a concerned voice. “Try and sleep. That’s what will be best for you.”

“I love you, Hoshi,” you mumble as you feel your eyelids start to close.

“I love you more,” he whispers, just as you drift off to sleep.  

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I need you, but you don't need me - Joshifer One Shot

Well, now I did it too. Those two are basically killing me so I decided to give in and write a Joshifer one shot. I hope you all enjoy it and leave me feedback! As always, thank you to my beta Laura!

Josh’s pov 

I am just getting comfortable again, when my phone starts ringing for what has to be the 5th time now. For god’s sake, who is trying to get a hold of me so desperately at 2am in the morning?

Sighing heavily, I drag myself out of my bed and over to my drawer where I left my phone so I could finally get more than 5 hours of sleep a night, but it seems like someone is determined to destroy that plan.

I don’t even bother looking at the caller ID, it’s way too late for even caring about things like that. “Yes, hello? I just hope you have a damn good reason for calling me at this time of the day, or should I say night.”

For some seconds there is complete silence on the other side of the line, when suddenly a quiet sob interrupts it. “Sorry.. I-“, her voice breaks, but I immediately recognize it, of course I do. How could I not? “Jen? Shit, I’m sorry, if I had known it was you I wouldn’t have been so rude.”

Again, I am only met with silence. “Jen? Jennifer? What happened? Talk to me please, you are starting to freak me out.” I try to keep my voice steady, but I know that something has to be really wrong.

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