i watched this tonight it was really good the end

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Some good Josuke faces

being an ambivert (intro/extrovert at the same time)...

1. I love the idea of being in social settings, meeting new people but sometimes small introductory conversations are not my cup of tea.. I end up stuttering & saying dumb shit like “I really like the shape of your head, really nice, defined..” So I’ve just given up seeking out new friendships. 


2. I’ll dead ass wake up in the morning feeling like “hummm.. this is a good day to hibernate & not to see humans, imma sleep in, pamper myself, read a book, cook, smoke myself up tonight, etc.” but by 12pm, my soul is craving a party, a  kickback or something of the sort.. 


3. I can go from binge watching Netflix for 2 days straight with an introverted friend to hitting that milly and shaking my ass at the club with a bunch of extroverts and have just about the same amount of fun with both. 


4. I can easily read people, put myself in others’ shoes and understand multiple points of views. 


5. I can do some wild, versatile shit like chop off all my hair, or dye it blue, have bodacious makeup on, dress a little out of the ordinary, perform in front of 100s of people etc. but standard conversation with strangers makes me extremely nervous/uncomfortable. 


6.I’m  Indecisive as fuck! 


7. I’m the person that will make plans with you, be hella excited to finally step out, hit the town and just have a great time but if you happen to cancel? Better believe I’mma enjoy this bed of mine just as much. I got Netflix && Hulu plus, faack you mean? 


8. I’ve questioned wether or not I’m bipolar several times. 

Something More - Theo Raeken

Originally posted by hugwithsleep

Summary: Theo and Y/n are fwb, the pack has no acknowledgement on their status. 

Warning: some smut,fluff and terrible writing 

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“Hey Princess” Theo smirked making his way toward Malia and I “ugh get a life Theo” Malia groaned he stopped in front of me “can I catch you after school?” he looked at me expectantly “in your dreams” I fought back the small smile that wanted to make an appearance “your already there” he winked walking away to his locker near the end of the hallway. Damn that boy really knew how to make me melt.

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I’m really happy today!!!!

I decided to go to Starbucks for breakfast this morning and the guy in front of me ended up paying for my order?!?!

Then I cleaned my whole house, bought a new microwave, made a delicious bowl of oatmeal and watched some Netflix 

And tonight I’m going on a date to a fancy Japanese restaurant that grills the food on the table right in front of you!!!!!

And not to mention, I have 2 huge ass zits on my face and it’s not even phasing me right now lol I FEEL GOOD AND I’M JUST ROLLINNNNNN WITH IT 

Too Soon - Finn Shelby

Request:Hey, could you please write a fic where your parents take u to abort Finn’s baby cuz they have never like you and him together, do wgat you want with how it ends.

Request: Hey can I please request a Finn Shelby X reader one where he’s been sneaking off for ages and finally John Arthur and Tommy find out he’s been sneaking off to visit this house and so they quietly break in but when they reach the upstairs bedroom they find him sleeping with a girl (he gets all startled and like points a gun at them and stuff) and then when he’s talking to his brothers down stairs she wakes up and they find out she’s also pregnant with his child? Sorry it’s kinda long… - @flowerandsparky

Too Soon - Finn Shelby

The makeshift boxing club that had opened in Small Heath seemed to be growing in popularity. Especially among the Blinders. Isaiah and Finn went nearly all the time. Finally after a couple of months, they persuaded Michael to join them. It became a ritual weekly event for the three of them. Get drunk, possibly do some Tokyo, and go to the ring. It was where you were sure to find them on an evening that Tommy didn’t require their help for something. You’d go along with them, watching from the outside of the pen as they sparred. 

Mostly Finn though. You would stand by whichever ring Finn was in, watching him box. He was crap in the beginning and Isaiah usually beat him, but he’d been getting really good. There was something oddly attractive about watching him beat some up.  

“You did really well tonight.” You held Finn’s hand as he walked you home.  

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To the Four of Us (Part Eight)

premise: modern AU chronicling the squad as they make their way through college and deal with general life things.
words: 2,048
warnings: swears!  
a/n: Hey my dudes I am back at a normal time (7pm wHOAAA) to bring the people what they want (jk lol). 
all chapters: x
tags: @heythereitsloey@anitheunicorn@newyorkyoucanbeanew@lafbagxette @justafangirlwithanavy @iamgrayfox

soundtrack song: That’s What You Get - Paramore

full soundtrack: x

please like/reblog if you enjoyed it (OR if you didn’t message me; i’m always looking for ways to improve)!!!
also, message me if you want me to tag you so you get notifications when I update!! it’s super easy and gr8


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Hearing Your Soulmate’s Thoughts - Part 2

Prompt: “Since you said you were thinking about doing a soulmate au can I request a Bones one like they can hear each other’s thoughts.” - @yourtropegirl

Word Count: 1000

Warnings: N/A

Author’s Note: So this is part 2 of Hearing Your Soulmate’s Thoughts! It’s a little shorter than I was hoping for, but I hope you all like it!

After having waited for your soulmate to appear for two years, actually being in his presence was definitely going to take some getting used to. You wanted to feel perfectly at ease around him, but you were worried about your thoughts scaring him away.

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Emperor’s New Clothes- Demon! John Winchester (Smut)

Anon:

You are such a talented writer! I wondered if you were taking requests if it would be possible to get a Demon John fic smutty goodness I’m really surprised the genre hasn’t been explored more in the fandom.


I based this off the song The emperor’s new clothes By Panic! at the disco because i felt like i fitted so well.

Tagging: @crzcorgi @wickedkittycat @crazytxgradstudent @leatherandwinchesters

Warnings: SMUT, Demon John, mild fingering, mild Dom/Sub, unprotected sex (Wear Condoms!), NSFW, light bondage, Praise Kink (kind of?), swearing, PWP

“Welcome to the end of eras

Ice has melted back to life

Done my time and served my sentence

Dress me up and watch me die

If it feels good, tastes good

It must be mine

Dynasty decapitated

You just might see a ghost tonight”

 

It had been a few years since John had died. You had instantly taken the role of looking after the boys and making sure they were safe.

You where there mother figure after Mary died, being Johns hunting partner then lover.

After all these years you never thought you’d see the silver fox back on your door step.

He had knocked politely and waited for you to let him in, but you knew something was wrong.  You pick up a silver blade from the counter.

“You really want to do this?” He sighed, his scruff a little more pronounced than it usually was. He took the knife from your grip, sliding it across his forearm slowly, and red beads of blood welling up underneath it. You nodded, taking the knife back from him a repeating the action on your own arm.

You grab a bottle of holy water and pass it to him.

“Oh no…I’m not drinking that.” He said putting his hands up.

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It’s a date

Originally posted by hipsta-please-harry


REQUEST: Hi can you please write an harry imagine when we are doing a movie together (we are not love interest) and off set I don’t talk to anyone and I just keep to my self. And harry has a BIG crush on me and tries to get me to open up 

Sliiightly different from the request but not too far off

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anonymous asked:

Okay so I often imagine s/o not being able to sleep and idk Noctis offering s/o to sleep with them and all fluffy and cute plEaSe i lovee you

“You still up…?” You jolted at the sudden sound that broke the silence, heart skipping a beat before you clamped your hand over your chest. God! You didn’t realize just how badly you had zoned out into the window until the prince’s voice came into earshot. But perhaps it because it was so late. You didn’t expect to hear another voice at this time. The prince raised an eyebrow at you and your startled behavior, letting out a yawn as he came over to sit down on the couch next to you. “It’s three in the morning, you know.”

“Really? Three? I thought it was earlier than that.” You adjusted yourself to sit upright on the opposite end of the couch, legs pulled up to your chest as you glanced towards the prince with an awkward smile. “I couldn’t sleep tonight, and there isn’t anything good to watch on TV either, so…”

“Still bummed out that Specs won’t let you use the internet?”

“I mean, he won’t even give me fifteen minutes to check!”

Noctis chuckled in response, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his messy bed-hair. Ignis was really strict about making sure Noctis was safe, even if that meant no internet or data on their phones. Guess that meant the same for you, unfortunately. Especially if you were to travel with them for the time being. But with the way you looked so sad and bored without access to the internet, it was almost sad to see. And yet, you couldn’t sleep either, stressed maybe? Noctis couldn’t place his finger on it, but he knew you definitely looked like you needed the sleep.

Silence settled in against the two of you as you lost yourself in a daze and Noctis… Well, he was already sleepy to begin with. And yet, despite the silence, it didn’t settle in for long before you looked over to the shifting prince as he rose up from his place and left the room. “Good night, Noct.”

“I’m not sleeping just yet.” You looked at him with a strange expression as you watched him walk away to the other room. Really? What was he planning on doing…? You didn’t really want to know, because who knows what a young man does when he’s left alone in privacy. You merely shrugged to yourself before turning back to look out the window again. Though your attention was broken once again when you heard someone flop onto the couch once again, getting you to jolt and look over to Noctis. The prince stared back at you, a giant comforter bundled in his arms as he raised an eyebrow at you. “Well?”

“Well what?” You arched an eyebrow back at him.

Noctis began to shift around, sprawling himself onto the couch and forcing you to get up off the couch as his feet reached the end of it. You frowned at him for taking your spot on the couch. This punk-ass little prince… But just before you could object, Noctis pulled the comforter from himself, scooting as far as he could into the couch before he pat the place next to him. “Come on. Let’s get some sleep.”

You couldn’t help but feel your cheeks redden at the prince. He really wanted to just fall asleep on the couch with you? He had a bed he was sharing with Prompto, so why cram himself onto a couch with you? But with how Noctis seemed to stare you down, gesturing with his head for you to lay down, you couldn’t really say no either. Especially to the prince. You let out a sigh, shaking your head as a smile crossed your face. You went over, turning off the lights in the living room before you returned back to Noctis. Kind of small for the both of you, but you made it work. Somehow. Well, kind of. You ultimately ended up flopping on top of Noctis with your head on top of his chest and your foot hanging off the couch until Noctis had to pull it up and tangle it with his own to keep it from falling. Cramped, but oddly comforting as you heard his heart beat, the air in his lungs fill and escape in a steady pace. You gave a faint smile before tugging the comforting up over the two of you a bit more.

“Is this alright for you…?” Noctis seemed hesitant in his words, almost nervous as he questioned you. Even his actions were slow and cautious as he gently rubbed your back, fingers brushing your hair back in a comforting gesture. “If you can’t sleep, or you get too hot, or you know, anything, I can always go back and-”

“It’s fine.” You tilted your head up to glance into the prince’s blue eyes. Just an exchange of stares was enough to get the both of you to blush. “I mean. This is fine. I kinda like being like this.”

“Y-Yeah… Me too.” Noctis relaxed once again, head resting back against the couch’s pillows as he continued to stroke your hair, eyes finally closing as he got into the routine movement of playing with your hair. “Sleep well, alright?”

“I will.” You let out a yawn, but watched the prince for a moment longer. A soft smile spread over your lips before he leaned up and placed a small kiss on Noctis’s cheek. The faintest smile spread over the prince’s face when you pulled back and settled back down against his chest. “Good night, Noct…” 

anonymous asked:

Hey. Not an s/o Reaper headcanon ask, but how about Reaper adopting a little boy who ended up saving him by accident?

Hey! Sure thing, thank you for the request! I hope it’s what you were looking for!

-The kid definitely saved him in a really mundane way which makes it even more funny, honestly.
-He had been getting tracked by Talon agents and was trapped in a highly populated area.
-What they didn’t account for was a Dragonite appearing in the area and swarms of people rushing in, separating Talon from him.
-The one who caused the mess was a small kid, probably about eleven. He was out with his foster family (who weren’t really watch him in the first place)
-“…How did you do that?”
“Huh? Do what?”
“Summon a crowd so large.”
“Oh, there was a Dragonite in the area is all. I just told everybody.”
“…Show me the ways of this Dragonite.”
-Reaper eventually finds out the kid has been through a lot of foster homes. He just ends up taking the kid home and forging the paperwork.
-“What do you want for dinner tonight?”
“Oh, uh…whatever you’ll make I guess…”
“…Do you like empanadas?”
“I’ve never had that. Is it good?”
“Kid, mine are the best.”
-Reaper easily bonds with him because of his own troubled past, and deep down he is still a hero that looks out for those that need help the most.
-The kid doesn’t like his real name, so Reaper calls him whatever he wants to go by.
-He is super attentive to whatever the kid needs or wants. He spoils the crap outta him!
-He even plays Pokémon Go with him every so often as long as he has a decent disguise.
-Reaper makes sure he is educated and he teaches him Spanish because “it’s important to know more than one language.”
-Honestly, a really good dad. He’s tough in the right ways, is protective but lets the kid has his freedoms and makes sure he engages himself in the kid’s interests so they know how much they are appreciated.
-“You were part of Overwatch once, right? I’ve seen your face in the photos.”
“…Those days are long gone, kid.”
“Maybe to you. You saved me, you know? So you’re still a hero to me, dad.”
“…Thank you, son.”

Conor Maynard - This Is My Version

Anon:  (This is now my third request since your last post sorry lol) but maybe one where your best friends are Conor and Jack and your going through a bad breakup and they help you through it (basing it off of This is My Version?? HONESTLY MY FAVE SONG EVER) Also you’re such an amazing writer ❤️❤️

Requested: Yes

A/N:  I know this is a little different from my usual writing style but somehow it made sense for this particular imagine. I tried a few different things but this was the only one that seemed to work. Also this was something very personal to write, so if it seems a bit off, I’m sorry. I hope you guys like it anyway. Let me know what you think, if you even notice the difference and if you like it better.

Word Count: 2150

They said time healed all wounds. You believed it. But that time had not come for you yet. So, you sat waiting. You waited for time to heal. It seemed time had other plans though.

Four months had passed.

The logical part of you had accepted it. But of course, the naïve little girl who grew up on Disney tales and stories of happily ever after still had hope. I mean all of them had happy endings, didn’t they?

Sat on Conor’s bed, with your laptop perched on your legs, your eyes remained glued to the screen. Conor had probably assumed you were doing work, seeing as you hadn’t spoken in a while, your focus mainly on the bright screen before you.

The tears wouldn’t flow anymore. Even they had reached its end, you thought. Ben’s old shirt hung loosely on shoulders, the fabric coming to rest mid-thigh. Even though the shirt had become yours a long time ago, everything about it reminded you of him, even more so after the break-up.

Conor got up from his position at his desk, moving to the bed. He sat by the side, facing you, one hand resting on your knee. As he sat down, his eyes automatically found its way to the screen. A sigh escaped his lips as he saw the pictures on your screen. “I should’ve guessed shouldn’t I?”

You didn’t meet his eyes. You couldn’t. An empty gaping hole was left somewhere in you. Maybe you were pushing the blame around, but you attributed the lack of you, to the situation you were in. Had things not turned out the way you had hoped, everything would have remained the same. Same was good, right?

A tear slipped out of the corner of your eye. Conor’s pulled your laptop away, closing it shut, and placed it on the other side of the bed. His hands reached up to cup your face, gently running his thumb under your chin.

“I know it still hurts love, but you can’t stay in the past. You gotta live in the present”, he spoke.

Laughing, you responded, “Easier said, yeah?”

“There’s a party tonight. One of Joe and Caspar’s friends I think. We’ve all met a while ago and everyone’s invited”, he tried to tempt you.

Before the break-up, you were never one to turn down a chance to party. It wasn’t that you got wasted at every party, you just knew how to have some fun. Besides, the occasional drunkenness was always allowed.

“C’mon love. Baby steps? I can’t watch you wallow in self-pity and lead yourself to depression”, he pressed on. “Really though, you’re not gonna end up in a good place if this continues. And I do not want to see you like that.”

A smile crept onto your face. “I could do with it I guess.”

“YEAH!” he cheered. “That’s my girl! Party’s around 8.” A satisfied smile was plastered on his face.

Rolling your eyes, you head to your room across the hall. It was almost 5pm, which left you with more than enough time to get ready, but you knew the difficult part would be finding an outfit.

Conor mentioned that everyone was invited. You had to look good seeing as you could bump into anyone at the party. And your friends would definitely point all fingers to your broken heart if you didn’t show up at your best.

8pm had come and gone. Out of the three boys you lived with, one had still yet to appear. You were sat on the sofa with Jack and Josh, waiting for the diva to finish getting ready. At long last he emerged, not appearing to aware that he had made the lot of you late.

“Sure the party hasn’t ended yet?” Josh joked.

You got into your Uber, mocking Conor on your way. The party was in full swing when you arrived. No surprise considering how late you were. You were not too bothered if truth be told. It was always more fun being late than the first one to a party.

The night went great. You got to spend some time with a couple of your friends, having cut yourself off a little bit for a while. This was what you needed. The energy level was definitely getting to you. You were having way too much fun, but you let yourself have it.

After a while of dancing, your feet started to ache, but there was this newfound energy and excitement in you. You hadn’t the slightest intention in retreating from the makeshift dancefloor. Most of the friends you were dancing with had left the dancefloor, leaving you with someone you considered to be more of a mutual. She beckoned you over, since there was previously a considerable number of people between you. You shimmied your way over through the mass of sweaty bodies. Some even grinding on you as you passed them.

You bumped into a couple that was in the middle of a make out session. You were about to manoeuvre around them, but you stopped short when you looked up. You felt tears well up in your eyes. Blinking them away, you did your best to stand tall in front of the happy couple. Words were not in your favour right then, seeing as you could not utter a single one.

“Hey (Y/N)”, the guy before you said, his voice rather soft. The girl next to him stayed silent, trying her best to avoid looking at you.

“Hi”, was all you managed. You nodded at the girl, making the first move.

There was no response from her. Instead, it came from the boy. “So how’ve you been?”

You let out a dry chuckle. “You’re one hell of a guy aren’t you. Break up over text after I find out you were cheating on me with my best friend. And only because I called you out, when one of my girls caught you two together. And now after four months, you ask me how I am in the middle of a dancefloor, dangling my best friend on your arm.” A sinister smile took over your face, “I’m fantastic, babe.”

He looked at you, loss for word. You turned away from him, looking to the girl you once considered your best friend. The girl whose house you spent more time at than your own. The girl who treated whose family treated you as if you were their own. The girl who you despite not always spending time together was there when you needed a shoulder to cry on. That girl now stood beside the boy who used to love you. That girl could not look you in the eyes. That girl wanted nothing more than to be done with this conversation.

“Don’t have anything to say to your best friend?” you mocked.

Greeted back with silence, you turned around to leave, only to be pulled back. The hand holding on to your arm was all too familiar. It was the hand that held yours every day and would have been there to wipe away the tears that were now threatening to spill over.

You raised an eyebrow at him in question. “I’m sorry. Look I never meant for that to happen. It just did. I couldn’t-“

“No.” you stopped him. “You could. Whatever it was, it didn’t have to happen that way. But it did, because you chose that.”

You mustered up the widest, most genuine smile you could, and turned around to leave. You pushed through the crowd, with no intention of joining your friend anymore. Your sole purpose at this moment was to find an exit. Your body craved fresh air and peace. You wanted to be alone at this moment.

You made your way to the backyard. A handful of people littered the grassy patches, but it was peaceful enough where no one would notice you. Most of them were smoking something anyway. You walked as far out a you could, creating as big a gap between you and everyone else. The tears had fallen even before you could make it to seclusion. Leaning on the low brick wall, you let the tears fall freely, heaving heavily as memories flooded back.

Looking up at the night sky, you had never felt more alone despite the huge crowd just meters away from you. You wanted to numb the pain that was resurfacing.

Not too long after securing your peace, you felt a hand brushing your matted hair out of the place. You looked up to see a worried expression on Conor. As soon as his eyes fell on your tear stained face, he let out a soft “fuck”, and pulled you into his arms.

“(Y/F/N) told me what happened”, he said, referring to the girl you were dancing with earlier on. “What did he do?”

“Nothing. Nothing happened”, you replied.

Conor raised his eyebrows at you.

“He didn’t do anything”, your voice quavering. “Neither did she. You’d think they’d both feel an ounce of remorse. No, they were perfectly happy fucking behind my back before, and now they’re just glad they can do it in my face.” You tried to stay angry, so you would not break down.

Right as Conor was about to speak, a figure came rushing at the pair of you. “(Y/N)!”

Conor’s face grew hard upon seeing the boy who broke your heart. He stepped in front of you, blocking most of your view of the guy in front of you. “What the hell do you want?”

“I just need to talk to (Y/N). I need to explain”, he pleaded. “(Y/N) please? I just wanna talk.”

You stepped around Conor, giving him a look to say you knew what you were doing when he looked incredulously at you. “Go on”, you urged.

The boy you once thought of as a strong man, now stood before you looking unsure and uncomfortable. Scared even, as his eyes shifted behind you to Conor. “Could we go over there?” he asked pointing to an empty area.

The part of you that still loved him was willing to agree. Thankfully you had Conor there, which forced you to appear stronger than you felt. “Here’s good”, you looked straight at him.

He tried to turn away from Conor to block him out of the conversation, but there wasn’t much success.

“Look I know we shouldn’t have gone behind your back. I know that wrong. And I’ve apologised, I’m sorry. But you were my best friend, and I don’t want to lose you completely.”

You looked up at him in shock. “You’re sorry? That might have been the first time you said sorry to my face (Y/Ex-BF/N).”

He kept silent for a bit, looking down at the ground. “I know. And I am really sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you. I just-”

“But you did”, you cut him off. “You know I can understand falling out of love with someone and falling for someone else. But there are other ways of going about that situation (Y/Ex-BF/N).” Your throat felt chocked up.

“I still love you (Y/N)”, he reached out to hold your hand.

You blinked away the tears, pulling out of his grasp. “But as a best friend.”

A sad smile sat on your face when he didn’t respond. He held your gaze for a while, his eyes piercing through yours. You felt yourself breaking. Your barrier and composure were both crumbling to the ground.

But before it could shatter right in front of him, Conor walked between you both. “I think it’s time you leave’, his voice cold and sharp, very much unlike Conor.

It took a while before he budged, but eventually he walked away with a sad smile on his face. The look on his face told you enough. He had given up. He was not going to try again. He may have said you were his best friend, and that’s exactly it, you were. It was all in the past. Somehow, she had managed to wrap him around her finger. To him, you were a thing of the past. Nothing more. It was time to close that door.

You were brought out your bubble of thoughts by Conor’s concern. A lone tear escaped your eyes. Conor reached out, pulling you into his embrace. As you stayed in his arms, a new, fresh feeling washed over you.

“I think I’m okay”, you pulled away from him, that sentence almost coming out as a question.

His eyebrows rose in question. “You sure ‘bout that?”

Nodding, you responded, “Yeah, or I’m getting there at least.”

There was a hint of pain visible on Conor. “I just don’t like seeing you like that. I don’t like what he made you become. And I really never want to see you like that again.”

“It can only get better right?”

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Hold On

Summary: You’re stressed over everything you have to get done in the last week of school, but Shawn manages to calm you down, even from the other side of the country.

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Everything at your university is getting kind of crazy right now. It’s getting close to Christmas, but yet you’re so stressed about your final exams, presentations, and papers that you don’t even want to think about Christmas. You’re excited to go home in a little over a week, but for some reason, you’re feeling really overwhelmed tonight. There is this uneasy and anxious feeling in your chest, and you can’t describe why.

Your boyfriend is on the other side of the country in New York City. He just finished performing on Saturday Night Live a few hours ago. You spoke to him on the phone before the performance, trying to help him calm his nerves, and reassuring him that he was going to do amazingly. And you spoke to him again very briefly afterwards to congratulate him. You watched his performance live, and enjoyed every second of it, your heart almost exploding with joy for him. But that was a few hours ago, and you don’t know what he’s doing anymore. All you know is that after the excitement from his performance wore off, it was replaced by an overwhelming amount of stress and anxiety.

The end of the semester is undoubtedly always stressful, but tonight it’s more than you’re prepared to handle. It is late in New York so you don’t call your boyfriend. Instead, you send him a text, Are you still awake? One of your roommates has already gone to sleep, and the other is still out with her boyfriend, which leaves you alone in the living room of your apartment, alone with your thoughts that are becoming too much to handle on your own. Taking your phone, you close your laptop that you were using to try to write your research paper because just staring at the document is stressing you out. And besides, its Saturday night, you shouldn’t be writing a paper on a Saturday night. But, you reason with yourself, it’s the Saturday before dead week and you want to be able to get a head start on a lot of the work that you have to do. The more you think about everything you still have to get done, the more it overwhelms you.

Before you can get too much deeper in your thoughts, your phone buzzes with a text. Yeah, what’s up hun? Comes Shawn’s reply. You hesitate, your fingers hovering over the screen. You don’t want to tell him because you know that he’s probably still so pumped about his performance, and you are too. You don’t want to bring his night down. Nothing, just wanted to say I miss you. You decide to respond instead of telling the truth. 

A second after you press send, your phone is ringing. “Hello?” You answer it, trying to mask the emotion from rising in your voice and giving yourself away.

“Hey y/n,” Comes his smooth and calming voice from the other end of the phone, managing to bring you back down to earth with just those two words. “What’s really going on? I know you didn’t text me asking if I was awake just so you could say you missed me.”

Why does he have to know you so well? It is moments like this that you wish he didn’t know you this well because then you could get away with just hiding your feelings from him. “Nothing Shawn, I do miss you.”

“I miss you too yn/n. How’s your night been?” He apparently takes a different approach to trying to get you to tell him what is going on.

“Great, I watched your performance so that was amazing, of course.”

“Yeah, that’s it?” He questions.

“Yeah, I’ve just been trying to get started on some of my papers so I don’t have to rush them later.”

“That’s a good idea,” He encourages.

“Yeah, but I don’t know. I haven’t been very productive tonight,” You admit. “My thoughts are everywhere, and I guess just being so close to the end of the semester is really stressing me out.” And just like that, Shawn got you to tell him exactly what was going on.

“You only have a little over a week baby, you got this.” He tries to make you feel better.

“I know, but Shawn I have so much to do. I don’t know how I’m going to get it done in time. And it’s not even just that bothering me. I just feel so weird and so off, and I can’t even explain it.”

“I know you’re going to get everything done in time, you always do. Is there anything I can do for you baby?”

“No, just talk to me?” You ask, feeling so needy and not liking it, but not really being able to help it in this moment. Your relationship is based in trust and an understanding that you both are doing your own thing with you at University and Shawn traveling and performing, and you’ve never been the type of couple to have to always be in touch, talking ever second of every day. You pride yourself on how independent you are. But tonight, all that has gone out the window, because you just need him to bring you back down to earth. You wish he could be here with you, but there are some things that are out of your control.  

“Alright, well, I love you y/n. And I know that you’re so stressed out right now, but you’re going to do just fine. I’m always here for you. I’m always rooting for you.” You move to the couch, where you lie down and put your phone on speaker, letting Shawn’s voice calm you. “You’ve survived this whole semester and I know its getting so overwhelming, but you’re going to do so well and before you know it its all going to be over. And you’re going to go home and I’m going to go home, and we’ll get to kiss under the mistletoe like I know you’ve always wanted to do.” You can hear the smile in his voice, and it brings a smile to your face.

“I love you,” You tell him, feeling so much better just because you’re talking to him, and he always knows just what to say.

“I love you too. Just hold on. The semester will be over and you’ll be back in my arms where you belong. Just hold on, y/n, less than two weeks.”

“Shawn?” 

“Yeah y/n?”

“Can you do something for me? And not laugh at me for it?”

“Anything for you baby.” He immediately responds.

“Can you sing hold on?”

“Of course, let me get my guitar, okay?”

“Okay.” You wait a few minutes, and you hear shuffling in the background.

Finally his voice comes through the phone again. “Alright, ready babe?”

“Yes,” 

You hear him start to strum his guitar. “Stop, take it in and I breathe for a minute I think too much when I’m alone. I never win when I keep all my thoughts inside so I pick up the phone, and my dad says Shawn stay with me, everything will be alright…”

He sings the entire song for you, and you just let yourself get lost in his beautiful voice and the words to the song that is one of your favorites. By the end you’re feeling so much better, and you tell Shawn this, but he still refuses to hang up for another half an hour because he continues talking to you and making absolutely sure that you’re really feeling better and that you aren’t lost in your thoughts anymore.

Frat Boy (Part 11)

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Summary: Dean and reader reach the last night of their month long bet. However Dean has an idea for another one…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

@dancingalone21 @daydreamingintheimpala @pulgapelayo18@perpetualabsurdity  @jessiedangerous @charliebradbury1104 @squirels-angels-and-moose @imma-fcking–nerd@everyday-supernatural-af

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Word Count: 5,217

Warnings: language, smut

A/N: I really love this part…


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i’m doing okay i’m just tired from working in sculpture all day i’m just aiming for a B i’m so tired of this project i think i’m gonna get blisters on my palms and one of my fingers is gonna bruise because i aimed wrong and smashed my hammer into the side of my index finger instead of the end of the screwdriver but… it’s okay… it’s gonna be okay

i finished another collage for my photography final and i found out today my collages are gonna work for a few printmaking projects too so that’s amazing

i also just watched the monster factory’s playthrough of fallout 4 and it’s really funny and i got on twitter afterward and realized tyler changed his profile pic and i love him and everything is good everything’s great

i want to try to write in my fic tonight but i don’t see that happening so maybe tomorrow

i gotta register for classes tonight and i think that’s gonna go well

this is a long answer and probably not at all what you wanted to hear but… here i am, i’m alive, i’m… functioning

I Hate You

Summary: The five times Phil said “I hate you” and the one time he didn’t.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: pre-smut, fighting, swearing

A/N: Juliana ( @wanderingforhome ) this is for you!  Merry Christmas :)  I basically just crammed every style of phanfic into one so there would be at least one part that you liked.  Idk why I thought this would be a good idea for secret santa as I’m easily embarrassed by any of my friends reading my fics and you are senpai so wow even more but here you go!

Phil had never placed the a very serious tone on the word hate.  In fact for him, it had come to mean something close to love.  Maybe it wasn’t supposed to be an endearing phrase - I hate you - but to Phil, and Dan, it certainly was.

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Well, my family watched The Witch. And well…I was really unsettled by the movie, so I decided to do what I can to calm myself.

(Honestly it’s pretty funny since I’m a witch and I did witchy things to help me feel better.)

I ended up charging a couple of sigils to ward the house from intruders. Then I reorganized my altar. It was because I realized that it didn’t really have a theme to it, so I sort of organized it.

Now it looks pretty good!

And apparently Morty and Sansy sneaked to watch the horror movie. Hence why they’re asking me to snuggle with them because they also got freaked out too.

I’ll likely…maybe not sleep tonight. Or maybe I’ll keep my weaker lights on.

I may be a witch, but the movie still unsettled me. The cinematography and story and character and actors and the soundtrack, oh man, especially the soundtrack really made the movie such an effective horror film.

It didn’t even utilize jumpscares! Which is pretty surprising. There are sudden transitions, however, but it was mostly used to keep the unsettling atmosphere constant.

Also it seems that my minis saw the horror film too. So now they’re snuggling with us too.

Morty used one of his flowers to help calm us, which is one that lets out small balls of light and has it drift around the room. It’s pretty nice~

Rivalry- Theo Raeken

A/N: This imagine has caused me more frustration than anything in the entire world because I sat at my computer for like four days and couldn’t write a single paragraph but then I did it and shit, I love it. It’s 7 pages and has over 4,000 words and I hit a milestone in my writing. I love it and I hope you love it because 4,000 words can drain you quickly. Enjoy <3

You were always second best when it came to Theo Raeken, and it had always been that way.


Ever since you were little you two had been competitive, and it always seemed like you came in second. For the first couple years, it was okay, you didn’t really care about it and it wasn’t a big deal, that’s how friends were with each other. But then you started drifting away from each other, you started hanging out with more girls and he started hanging out with other guys, and that’s when it started to escalate. It wasn’t just about playful competition anymore, it was about who was the better person, and with it came a lot of cheating, name calling, pushing, shoving and arguments. From the day you entered the third grade, you were always at each others throats, and it lasted until one day, Theo moved away.


You had gone from play mates, to best friends, to enemies, to strangers all in the course of two years. You tried to remember when it had gone horribly wrong, but nothing ever popped up into your memories. You just woke up one day and you hated each other, no conflict, no problem, no reason, and no resolution was ever found. If you were going to be honest with yourself, you didn’t want to resolve it, because as long as Theo hated you, you knew you had his eyes on you.

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le-red-queen  asked:

Eeee I love it when you do these! #33 Celebrity/Fan AU please? But with Merlin as the celebrity?:)

Of course darling! Forgive me for indulging my theatrical side :)


The thing is, Merlin’s shy. Onstage he can play manic and restless; soft and sweet; dark and mean. Onstage he can be a charlatan or a seducer, a Romeo or a homicidal maniac.

But in real life…

He’s shy. Like, extremely shy. Like stammering, blushing, can’t make eye contact shy.

And it’s not that he doesn’t appreciate the crowds of fans gathered outside the stage door, it’s just the thought of actually going out to greet them makes panic rise in his throat. Especially when they start shouting his name and all the camera flashes go off at once and he feels a bit like a deer in the headlights.

Or a rabbit. A very tiny rabbit that’s liable to be run over any minute.

But he goes out anyway. Because he loves the fans and he owes it to them and it feels like it’s the least he can do when they’ve paid all that money to see him. Until one Saturday night when the crowd’s been particularly boisterous and Merlin’s drained from doing two shows in a day, and suddenly he can’t quite face it. He hovers indecisively outside the door till he can hear his co-star Mordred coming up the corridor. He doesn’t want to have to explain himself so he ducks on impulse behind the counter at stage door, folding himself up to sit on the floor behind the desk.

He hears Mordred go out and the cheer that greets him (unlike Merlin, Mordred positively lives for meeting the fans, bless him). He breathes a sigh of relief and flops back against the wall. All he has to do now is wait it out for a while.

Then he hears a very gentle cough and freezes.

Barely two metres away, tucked inside an alcove on an office chair is a blond haired man sporting a vaguely bemused expression.

“You alright down there?”

I can explain is what Merlin wants to say but his words dry up in his throat, and God this is so stupid, how can he be this painfully awkward when he’s in one of the most extroverted professions there is?

He gives a sort of helpless shrug and the man’s face softens.

“Okay. Feel free to stick around then. I’m Arthur by the way, I’m working stage door tonight.”

Merlin looks at him blankly. Gaius works stage door, a self-described “friendly old fruit” who always manages to put Merlin at his ease, even when he can’t string a greeting together.

Arthur must see his look.

“I’m new. First night.”

“Right,” Merlin manages to croak out.

There’s a silence, and Merlin wonders how the hell he’s going to get out of this one; if it’s possible to stand up and walk out of here with even the tiniest part of his dignity intact.

“So… um… I think they’re waiting for you out there,” Arthur says.

Merlin’s stomach drops a little.

“Yeah,” he says, clumsily making to stand up. “I b-better go.”

“Wait! I wasn’t trying… you don’t have to,” Arthur says quickly. He gives Merlin a quick appraising glance, and something seems to slot in place for him.

“Were you avoiding going out? Is that why you came behind here?”

Merlin flushes hot with shame. It sounds so churlish when Arthur says it, so ungrateful. How could he hide from the fans like that? What’s wrong with him?

He ducks his head in misery, and is nothing less than shocked when he feels a pat on his arm.

“It’s fine if you are,” Arthur says gently. “It’s quite… erm, I would find it intimidating.”

Merlin isn’t sure that Arthur would but he appreciates the sentiment. The clench in his chest eases slightly.

“It’s just a bit… overwhelming,” he says at last, glad that his voice doesn’t quaver.

“So stay here then,” Arthur says simply. “I’ll watch the CCTV; tell you when you’re good to go.”

Merlin nods, grateful. They sit in companionable silence for a bit, until Merlin finally plucks up the courage to speak.

“So. You like the job so far?”

“Yeah I do,” Arthur says, sounding surprisingly enthusiastic. “I’ve been ushering at Les Mis the last eight months and like… there’s only so many times you can see that show before you start to wish they’d shut up about their damn revolution and leave you in peace.”

“So you’ve basically become Javert,” Merlin says, and Arthur laughs.

Merlin feels an odd sense of gratification. He can usually only make people laugh when he’s onstage. And that doesn’t feel real like this does.

“Did you watch the show tonight?” he asks, suddenly hoping that Arthur liked it.

“Yeah! It was… intense. Like, good intense. I think I was shaking a bit by the end.”

Merlin can see that Arthur means it and a warm pulse of happiness floods through him. He loves Philip Ridley plays too, he begged his agent to get him an audition for this one, and every night onstage he feels the same thrill of excitement that he did when he first read it.

“I really like it,” he says shyly, because it feels funny to praise a play you’re in, like tooting your own horn. But Merlin doesn’t love it because he’s in it, he loves it because it’s dark and strange and exciting, and he knows he’s only a small part of all that.

“Yeah, you should.”

A shout from outside filters through and Arthur glances at the screen.

“Mord’s having a good time,” Merlin says.

“I hope you don’t take this the wrong way but like… you two are the total opposite of your characters.”

Merlin laughs. His character is a vicious predatory narcissist and Mordred’s is a sweet but dim schoolboy, so he doesn’t think either of them can be offended by that.

“Thank God,” he says. Then, emboldened: “What was your favourite bit?”

“The knife in the table was cool. And all the Sherbert bits. And um…”

To Merlin’s surprise, Arthur blushes a little.

“The bit on the couch,” he mutters.

Merlin starts. He knows exactly what Arthur’s talking about; it’s the bit where he gives Mordred a sneaky handjob on the couch while his girlfriend chats obliviously across the room.

He thinks he should be embarrassed but for whatever reason he’s not. He grins instead.

“What was it about that particular bit that grabbed you? The staging? The direction? Were you impressed with the mise-en-scène?”

“I thought it was really well lit,” Arthur says solidly, and then they both start sniggering.

Somehow after that Merlin forgets to be nervous. They chat for nearly another hour, long after the crowds have dispersed, and Merlin’s never felt less shy in his life. He doesn’t know why he feels relaxed around Arthur but he just does, he can’t really explain it.

They eventually have to make a move when Arthur locks up for the night.

“If you ever need a hiding place again…” Arthur says as they walk out onto the street.

“Thanks but I should probably go back out there on Monday,” Merlin says. “The fans are the reason I’m here after all.”

“So would you ever date one?”

“A fan?” Merlin says, surprised. “I don’t know. I don’t think so?”

“Oh. So I’ll have to pretend I’m not a fan then,” Arthur says, and it takes Merlin’s brain quite a few seconds to catch up.

“Are you… are you…”

Arthur smiles.

“Can I take you out for dinner tomorrow?”

Merlin smiles back, suddenly feeling lighter than air.

“Well that depends. Are you a fan?”

“Oh God no,” Arthur says promptly. “I think you’re shit.”

Then they’re off sniggering again, jostling up against each other as they walk down the road, taking each other’s hand like it’s something completely natural and easy.


The next night at dinner, two teenage girls come up to ask politely for a photo. Merlin poses with them happily. When Arthur’s smiling across the table at him, he doesn’t feel shy at all.


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