it counts as an effort if i tried not to

enough for me / sirius black

requested by anon. i hope i did it justice, love. x

word count// 1,850

It was a rare occasion for you to receive mail whilst attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You grew up in a household with two parents who happened to be muggles without a drop of magic within them. To say they were appalled when your letter of acceptance came in the post was an understatement, even though strange events occurred around you since your birth. Your mother and father tried to cope with your abnormal gift of magic, putting in every ounce of effort to learn about the world that would remain a part of their daughter forever, but you could see what they truly thought of you. Once your seventeenth birthday came around, their feelings towards the wizarding world bubbled out onto the surface.

A cream colored envelope lay on the table before you, the handwriting easily being recognized as your mothers. You could feel two sets of eyes studying your face and out of the corner of your own eyes, you could see that it was Lily and Remus who were watching you carefully. They were the only two people who knew of your rocky relationship with your parents, although you were positive Sirius Black had an inkling of an idea as well.

Your hands shook as you picked up the envelope and fear trickled in your body at what was written on the parchment concealed from your eyes. You felt Lily grasp your left hand and squeezed it reassuringly whilst Remus rubbed your back, tracing shapes and patterns against the uniform you wore. The remaining three marauders sensed the change in atmosphere and broke out of their crazed laughter, settling their attention on your painstakingly pale complexion and shaking hand.

“You really must never get letters, huh, Y/N?” Sirius teased, an infuriating smirk lacing his lips.

“And you do, Black?” You retorted with an eye roll before ripping open the envelope.

“I get letters all the time. I’m a desirable guy—“

“Shut up.”

The folded parchment shook slightly and you faintly heard Sirius speaking, but you tuned him out completely as your eyes skimmed over the elegantly scrawled words. Your heart sunk lower with each letter read.

Dear Y/N,
You may or may not have seen this coming, but your father and I believe that this is in our best interest as well as yours. We have tried to be accepting of what you are and the things you do, however we are just not cut out for your type of lifestyle. Therefore, we disown you as our daughter and banish you from our lives forever. This is what we believe is truly best and we hope that you can accept that.
You may retrieve your belongings over summer break and find somewhere else to stay. We wish the best for you and what is to come, Y/N.
Y/M/N & Y/F/N

Tears soaked the letter as you read the last few words lining the page. Your friends surrounding you looked concerned and you could see their lips moving, spewing questions towards you, but nothing was registering in your brain. Six words were being screamed by the voices in your head and they completely drowned out the chatter in the Great Hall. All you could hear were the six words that stuck out the most to you on the parchment in front of you.

We disown you as our daughter.

Shooting up from the table, the paper that held the pieces of your shattered heart floated to the ground as you stood abruptly. Your mouth formed words and sputtered out that you were going to class before you fled the Great Hall, walking further away from the prying eyes at the table.


Classes went by in a whirling blur of nothingness. Concentration refused to come easily and although you were immensely sad, your temper had also heightened and you were snappy with anyone whom came into contact with you. After spilling your completed potion on Professor Snape and earning a detention, being late for half of your classes, as well as being poked and prodded at by Sirius Black, you were feeling the lowest you had ever felt in your life. Your anger only bubbled over once you had entered the common room after dinner.

As soon as you neared the couch, you let your body fall onto the soft cushions. Every limb in you melted into the sofa, the plush piece of furniture feeling like a welcoming embrace after the worst day of your life. You could feel the Marauders and Lily watching you, but everyone had been staring at you all day so it wasn’t a feeling you weren’t accustomed to. It irked you quite a bit but you tried to refrain from exploding on your friends—minus Sirius.

“You look like shit,” Sirius exclaimed after minutes of silence.

When your eyes opened and met his dark brown ones, you saw his arrogant smirk and his position on the couch—one arm on the back of the sofa, the other on the arm of it, with his right leg propped on top of his left—and every ounce of anger surfaced. He looked like he owned the world and you hated it. You hated everything about Sirius Black.

“Leave me the fuck alone, Black,” You snarled. You had never sounded more menacing in your whole seventeen years of life.

“I’ll pass, love.” He grinned, only increasing your irritation and he knew it. “It’s much more fun making you mad.”

Clenching your jaw tightly, your curled your fingers into your palm and felt your fingernails dig into the skin. You tried to ignore him, but he was not backing down.

“Ever since that letter this morning—“

You sprung up from the couch and turned to him, fists clenched and heart racing. “Shut up. I swear to Merlin—“

Sirius’ lips quirked up a bit higher, a brow raising. “I believe I’ve struck a nerve, haven’t I, love?”

“Stop calling me that!”

“What was in that letter, Y/N? Did your muggle family finally realize that they don’t love you?”

Air constricted in your lungs. You no longer felt angry, but instead you felt inexplicably hurt. Your heart was physically shooting pain throughout your being and Sirius, who stood in front of you, grew blurrier by the second until tears finally broke through. He had announced your biggest fear, the fear you were living throughout the day but never admitted to yourself. He had hit the nail head-on and for some bizarre reason, it hurt you a little bit more because Sirius had said it.

Slowly nodding your head, tears continually cascading down your cheeks, you watched as his expression changed from smug to purely horrified and shocked. Your trembling hands furiously wiped away the tears and erased the paths they left on your face, hating the vulnerability they caused. “Yeah,” You whispered so quietly that he barely heard you. “Yeah, I suppose they did.”

The ebony haired boy’s lips parted, opening and closing like a fish blubbering for air. He felt his heart clenching and aching within the confines of his chest and he reached out for you, warm fingers ghosting along your wet cheek. He hardly had the chance to touch you when you jerked away from him and with a shatteringly hurt look thrown his way, you fled the Gryffindor common room and left the glowing warmth it held behind. Sirius stared at the portrait hole where he had last seen a flash of your y/h/c hair before it sealed shut again, leaving him to gape at absolute nothing. It wasn’t until a redheaded spitfire of a girl propelled his body toward the exit that Sirius broke from his paralytic state.  

“Go after her!”

Sirius took off out of the portrait hole and raced after you, adrenaline coursing throughout his veins to propel him forward a bit quicker. He ran until his lungs began to burn and he didn’t stop until he caught sight of a mess of y/h/c hair whipping around a corner in the many winding corridors. His legs pumped faster until he latched his fingers around your bicep and spun you around forcefully, the momentum from the two of you nearly knocking one another to the ground. He managed to steady himself as well as you, both of his hands moved to your waist, but his focus was steady on your red face and bloodshot eyes. You whimpered at the hurt flooding over you again just from merely looking at him and ripped away from his hands, his touch burning into you like a match to your bare skin.

“Why did you follow me?” You sniffled, trying to hold back another wave of waterworks. “Are you here to rub it in a little bit more? Tell me how much of a failure I am? I already know, Sirius, so you don’t have to tell me, okay? I—“

Breath caught in your throat when Sirius cupped your face in his hands ever so gently, like you were a piece of fragile porcelain. “You’re not a failure and that’s not why I followed you, Y/N,” He whispered. The gentle tone in his voice and the tender look in his earth colored eyes made you want to cry even harder.

“Then why did you? I know you don’t give two shits about me!” You pushed him away again, his arms falling to his sides.

Redness crept onto your face when Sirius scrutinized you. The burning hatred you once felt for him was slowly dying, but the hurt from his jab at your family remained. You felt confused as to why he was looking at you like he cared and why your digits itched to rub the crease between his eyebrows away. You felt strange for wanting him to touch you again and you did not understand when your feelings towards Sirius Black had changed.

“I understand what you’re going through, Y/N,” He finally said.

You rolled your eyes. “No you don’t. I’m sure your family is perfect and they love y—“

He laughed dryly. The pain shone through his eyes and you were surprised at the wetness that glistened in them. “My family is absolute shit. All they care about is blood purity and they despise that I’m in Gryffindor instead of following the blood line and being in Slytherin like my brother,” He growled and avoided your prying gaze. “I’ve never been good enough for them. I never will be.”

The shy demeanor surrounding Sirius provoked you to inch closer to the boy until you hesitantly looped your arms around his middle. Your head lie over his pounding heart and you felt your lips pull upwards when he returned the embrace, pressing your body flush to his own. As soon as Sirius pressed his lips to the top of your head, you forgave him and melted into him—fully and completely allowing every drop of hate to diminish.

“You’re enough for me,” You mumbled into his chest.

Sirius squeezed you tightly. “And you’re enough and more for me.”

It Ain't a Crime (Happy x OC)

Here you go my lovelies. 10,000+ words! This one took longer than expected because I just couldn’t stop writing. For some reason this entire fic is in the third person. I don’t know why. It just didn’t feel right when I tried to write the OC in the first person. 

Originally posted by sonsofhappylowman

Originally posted by piperiverad

Playlist: Cold As Ice - Foreigner, U Mad (feat. Kanye West) - Vic Mensa, & LUV [Remix] (feat. Sean Paul) - Tory Lanez

They all sat around the chapel’s table, voting on their latest retaliation efforts. Lee counted the unanimous ‘Yay’ and slammed his gavel down on the table. The men began to murmur, agreeing with the measures to be taken and thrilled to get to drinking. It was Friday after all.

“Wait!” Lee stood up, gesturing to the group to wait. They all turned their attention to him, “I hired a new bartender. Be nice.”

A few eyebrows raised at his announcement. They knew about the bar being short staffed, but they didn’t think he’d been in the market for more employees. Needless to say, the boys were intrigued. He’d never warned them to be nice before. He thought about the woman he hired. She was far from timid, but she’d be a shock to the rest of the boys. They definitely wouldn’t expect her to be standing behind their bar, doling out the shots.


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Not Another One (Ep. 12x13)

A/N: Okay so if you aren’t caught up on SPN than you probs dont want to read this! But this was after I watched 12 x 13 and I was just so mad but I forgot to post it and now….ya lol

Dean x Reader, Sam, Mary

Word Count: 800

Warnings: flangst? 

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You’re My Wonderwall (Bucky Barnes Imagine)

this became a drabble story thing 


i found some time between crying into a german texbook and throwing a tantrum over the quadratic formula to write some stuff


Prompt; ‘Maybe you’re gonna be the one that saves me’. (From Wonderwall by Oasis)

Request;  #4 ‘Maybe you’re gonna be the one that saves me’ - Wonderwall, Oasis With Bucky please also I love your writing

Other characters featured; just good ol’ Bucky


Y/N - Your name

Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Warnings; just very angsty and probably some swear words

Word count; idk for this one since my laptop charger broke and this is being written on my phone (my fat thumbs are causing me pain)

Originally posted by sebastiansource

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Penny’s Boy

 Words: 1,503

Relationship: Derek Morgan x Reader


Derek x reader Reader is injured and can’t fly with the team so she stays back with PG. The team is on their way home (on the jet) So reader and Garcia are revealing their crushes and the webcam is on but they didn’t know that. then reader reveals that her crush is Derek and when she finds out the webcam is on she’s embarrassed and offs the cam. (Maybe she says some reasons why she likes him and describes his sexy chocolate self?!) But fluff and smut when Derek gets to the BAU? 

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Faster Than a Telephone Booth

We need some not-angst, rated G

Characters: Cisco Ramon; Barry Allen; Caitlin Snow; HR Wells mention

Word Count: 1943

Summary: Cisco’s been worrying about his suit, but he thinks he has a solution. Work with it - pocket dimensions

When Barry had left the cortex the previous night, he’d left Cisco to puzzle away at his problem by himself. Barry had tried to help and throw out ideas, but eventually Cisco told him that Barry’s efforts were just encouraging HR to try and do the same and frankly if HR didn’t shut up about spandex Cisco was going to “blow a gasket so high the roof would finally break off the godforsaken building”. Cisco agreed after HR went to bed that calling the building “godforsaken” might have been after bit harsh, but at least he wasn’t throwing anything at HR. Yet.

If someone asked Barry a year ago which member of the team would miss Harry the most after he finally shooed off back to his own universe, the last person he would have said was Cisco. Life was funny that way.

Life also felt a bit funny when Barry left only to come back twelve hours and a good night’s rest and a new cup of coffee to-go later to something similar to what he had left but also completely different. Cisco was standing in the cortex, wearing the same pants he’d been wearing the day before. The t-shirt was different, but Cisco kept a rotating stash of t-shirts at just about every one of his major locations. This meant that if you really wanted to judge if Cisco had gone home, you checked his pants, his shoes, and/or his over-shirt. Cisco’s over-shirt was missing (in the middle of winter???) but he had DEFINITELY been wearing the same pants the day before. The purple ones were a little hard to miss.

He was also standing in his socks.

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❝ Keraunophobia  ❞

Plot: When you’re terrified of storms and your boyfriend Kyuhyun finally found out your fear.


Words count: 1k

For this cutie @vintage-misery16, I hope you like it! M.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

Originally posted by mightykyu

Another thunder woke you up and now sleep is a distant memory, so you get up and quietly run in the living room trying not to jump at every “harassing” noise you hear coming from outside. You can’t stand over this your fear, it’s with you for years and you’ve tried in every way to deal with it, but every time you’re worse than before.

The worst effort was hiding all to your boyfriend, who’s sleeping blissfully in the room that you just left.

Trying to stay calm you sit on the couch, you took the blanket and you’re curled up in it as even cats can do. You turned on the television but you can’t take any comfort from it and it fails to distract you. Every howl of the wind and the incessant rain that beat against the windows make you jump on the couch, and you’re about to break down and cry like a little girl.

You don’t want to wake up Kyuhyun, there’re days that he’s preparing his new solo album and he needs to rest, but at that moment you’re desiring so earnestly his arms that protect you that you almost afraid to invoke him with the power of thought.

The tears are starting to flow down you face when a lightning illuminates the hall as if it were day and you feel petrify, tighten your eyes and cupping your hands over your ears beause you hear the thunder that follows soon after.

Your breathing is labored, swallowing seems almost impossible and when something touches your shoulder, you bang immediately to yell, jumping like you had a spring under your ass and falling off the couch completely wrapped in the blanket.

You’re continuing to scream when two hands cupping around your face and force you to shut you up, being able at last to see who was the presence at your side.

Kyuhyun’s worried look staring at you like you’re possessed by a demon and you immediately jump an go to hide in his arms and began to cry with your face hidden into his collarbone.

Hiccups are shaking you so much that you even feel the delicate caresses of his hand against your shoulder, but soon after you feel picking up and you find yourself back on the couch, this time sitting on his lap.

“What the hell’s going on Y/N?”

“I-I… I suffer from Keraunophobia…. ”


“I’m afraid of thunderstorms.. Of lightning and thunder.. M-moron.”

“Was it so difficult to say??”

You can sighing because of his “joke”, so you slightly slip on his lap, looking at him and giving a little pinch on his cheek.

Now that he’s with you, it seems that the storm has completely disappeared and there’s just a peaceful calm around you. You’re trying to breathe calmly, but that’s still a step that you can’t do so you go to hide your face against his neck, letting you soothed by his gentle voice and his gentle hand, as much as the voice, keep slipping on your left arm ending then stop under your shirt, on the side that starts to be caressed by his fingertips.

“We’ve been together for four years. because I’ve never known? ”

“It’s nothing..”

“It Doesn’t look like nothing, Y/N… I woke up and you weren’t there, so I came to search you and I found you on the couch wrapped in the blanket as even the meat in the tacos last night and as soon as I touched you, you dropped two meters and falling from the couch. Really you come to say that it’s nothing?? ”

His voice is serious and laying his hand on your cheek he can make you to lift your face, so you look him and you feel guilt invade you.  

“I’m fine.”

“It doesn’t look like you’re fine. ”  

“Don’t be like that..”

You’re sighing when you see him raise his eyes to heaven and this provokes the same reaction, giving him a slight nip on his cheek.

“Y/N you must tell me everything, okay? Although, I don’t know, a chiwawa bit you in the leg, okay? ”

“What about the dogs now…?”



Without realizing it you find yourself on the floor, obviously he leaned you on it gently, and he’s leaving you to your destiny while he’s walking towards the kitchen, without giving you a nod of understanding or kindness.







You’re staring at him completely shocked when, without his presence, your brain recognizes another thunder and you shot standing up like a spring.


You’re not hungry, but anything is better than being alone at the mercy of the worst rainstorm ever.

Overlooked Efforts | Oh Sehun

GenreFluff, Angst

Word Count1.6k

Summary - In which you claim to be not jealous of Sehun’s new study accomplice, deciding to make him jealous in revenge. Well that ends well…


Harry Potter AU



It was a fine afternoon I spent strolling through the halls, midst conversation with Chanyeol as we walked towards the library. After stopping in front of the huge pair of double doors, we were immediately told not to enter by a very suspicious looking Baekhyun.

“You can’t go in” He shrieked as I tried to push past him

“Umm yes I can, and frankly I’m a bit late so I have to go in like now” I admitted, already being worried about the diva strop Sehun was going to throw when I entered late to our study session. I’d already told him to halt his quiditch practices for this, so I couldn’t make myself seem more unpleasant as to show up late to my own given time.

“Just take my word for it and go in some other time. I don’t want to see you hurt” Baekhyun suggested, making me more confused about his antics than I usually was anyway. I tried to look into the large room for any possible clues, but he’d placed his arms across

“Baek what are you talking about? I’m getting late for my study session with Sehun, and he really doesn’t like it when I’m late” I rushed

“You can’t go in because… He has someone else with him in your spot!” He blurted

“Under the staircase? Is it one of his quiditch teammates again? Cause I’ve told hi-” I began to fume

“It’s a girl…” Baekhyun ended, cowering behind Chanyeol as soon as the words left his mouth.

“W-what? Who is she?” I tried to keep my calm

“Siena from Ravenclaw, I heard them talk about her being his tutor for a while now” He nervously informed

“Oh her! She’s hot” Chanyeol decided to pipe up, and I instantly shot him a death glare

“Hot as in… She needs to uh - cool off with all that ugliness! Eww” He changed, mirroring Baekhyun’s nervous look.

“I just don’t know why he’d pick her over me” I huffed, looking over and trying to spot the two. I sucked in a short breath when I saw the giggly pair stumbling out from behind the large bookshelves. As soon as Sehun spotted me standing with Chanyeol, the grin on his face turned upside down; his attention momentarily with me before he went back to his preferred friend. “Put your arm around me” I muttered to Chanyeol

“What?” His eyes widened at my sudden request

“Put. Your. Arm. Around. Me” I enunciated as he shook his head.

“Y/N I don’t think this is a good- Never mind” Baekhyun gave up as I grabbed Chanyeol’s arm and put it around my shoulder. I spotted Sehun’s glare at the corner of my eye, and a satisfied smile took over my face.

“Y/N what do you think you’re going to get out of this?” Chanyeol sighed as he pulled me closer. Him being my best friend meant that this kind of skin ship was a usual. But I knew he felt uncomfortable when he found that it had another purpose.

“I’m not entirely sure, but I think it’s working” I nervously admitted, turning to grin at him. “Look I’m sorry, but I don’t know what happened. I don’t know… Why I did that” I shook my head

“Is there a chance you may be, I don’t know… Jealous?” Baekhyun wiggled his eyebrows

“I am not!” I snapped, pulling Chanyeol’s arm closer around me. Okay maybe I was a little annoyed, but certainly not jealous. I began to play extended the sleeve of his robe as an act of innocence, but the two continued to give me their suggestive stares.

“Y/N you’re gonna break my arm” Chanyeol warned as he chuckled at my sudden aggressive attitude. “You know you’re kind of hot when you’re jealous” He drawled, lowering down to place a small peck on my cheek.

“Hmm… Put a sock in it Park, he can’t hear you” I chided, kissing his cheek and walking over to the shelves.

I was walking through the rows in search for the basic Hexes spell book, when I heard a familiar voice clear his throat beside me

“So what’s up with you and Chanyeol out there?” Sehun asked, leaning against the shelves as I nonchalantly continued my search for the book.

“A more valid question would be: why do you care?” I replied with a question, tilting my head at his sudden curiosity

“Hmm I don’t know… Maybe it’s the fact that you two strictly claim to be ‘just friends’, but then all of a sudden you act all couple of the year, cuddling and kissing” He accused, causing me to let out a little chuckle at his not-so-subtle sign of jealously. But that would be pointless obviously; he has his own lady to worry about, why would he be jealous of the thought of me with another guy?

“We’re just being friendly” I shrugged, my answer being an instant cue to roll his eyes

“Yeah okay… Because all friendships consist of constant pecks on the cheeks, him wrapping his arms around you every five seconds and you curling up into his chest ever so often. Man would I love to be stuck in a friendzone like that” He scoffed

“Did you just hear yourself?” I laughed “My question still stands though, why do you care? You have your own lady friend, who you picked over me by the way, to be bothered about”  I prompted

"I’m just making sure he isn’t taking advantage of you at this time of dismay which you’re going through…” He sighed

“Excuse me?” I huffed

“Y/N, you can’t lie to me and say that you aren’t the tiniest bit jealous of her. I mean come on! I’ve seen the daggers you give her every time you make eye contact, it’s like you’re thinking of a hundred ways of how to kill her” He laughed to himself as I continued to stand un-entertained by his antics. I was most definitely not jealous of her! I mean sure she had to be the replacement of me being Sehun’s tutor for the past two years, but now that I’ve seen how much of an ass he’s being about this, I’m extremely glad this happened.

“You are just so full of yourself aren’t you? Saying all I ever think about is you. Well news flash mister Oh Sehun, I do not have any feelings for you! Emphasis on NOT!” I clarified “There is no reason for me to be jealous of her so shut your egotistical ass up and leave me alone” I snapped, half-lying to myself

“Jealously so evident in those sentences…” He sighed as I let out a groan at his consistent douchebagery. It’s a word. As the smirk continued to play on his features, I decided to set things straight as I walked up as close as possible to him, looking him in the eye as I spoke

“You listen to me, and you listen to me loud and clear Oh Sehun. I am not jealous of you and your perfect princess of a tutor, so why don’t you just waltz out of this section just as easily as you barged in, and take your asshole vibe with you” I finally hissed pushing his chest back with my hand and walking away; only for my wrist to be instantly gripped by him as he twirled me in to his chest with our arms tangled between us. We tried to steady our breaths as the unwanted tension began to build up again; focusing on anything rather than his face becoming an extremely hard thing to do, staring into each other’s eyes out of will.

“And scene” His low chuckle sent me mixed feelings and right now, this felt extremely frustrating. “Now you listen to me Y/N. My efforts of finding out your feelings towards me have definitely paid off, maybe not in the most graceful way” He began and I continued to impatiently stare at him, but I already kind of caught the drift of this being a confession “And I’d like to clarify one thing before you get mad at me; I had no intention of making you jealous, I just knew ‘Defence Against the Dark Arts’ isn’t your forte so I asked Jian. But when you started getting closer to Chanyeol, I started feeling this odd possessive vibe towards you and I honestly feel like that whenever you’re close to guys” He mumbled

“Sehun you can’t do that… I’m not your girlfriend and people are going to start getting ideas-” I

“Why? Why are you not my girlfriend Y/N?” He asked childishly

“Sehun I-” I began to feel at a loss of words because this wasn’t exactly the conversation I was expecting to have with my best friend. But hey! Here we are now.

“No no no, you like me -Baek told me, you can kill him later- and I’m absolutely crazy about you, so why aren’t you my girlfriend yet?” He

“Asking me would be a good start” I mumbled in the heat of the moment, my eyes widening at my own words as I looked up at him with wide eyes, as if to say ‘I don’t know where that came from’

“So… Do you want to be my girlfriend?” His voice came out unusually nervous as he spoke. My mind was suddenly a mess after I looked up at his hopeful eyes; I subconsciously nodded at his words causing a smug grin to take over his features. I didn’t know what just happened, but apparently I was glad it did.

A/N: I’m really sorry that the ending came out a little… poopy :( But I hope you lovelies liked the rest of the imagine as I have worked really hard on it :) I hope the anon(s) who requested, liked this (yes I merged two requests again, but they paired so beautifully! Please don’t kill me hehe) Thank you all for reading <3

~Shazz xx


anonymous asked:

If you choose to stop talking because it's significantly more comfortable for you, would that still be going nonverbal? I sometimes just stop talking because it takes so much energy to talk and do it properly, and I know I shouldn't, but it's so much easier. I know I could probably speak if I tried to force myself, but I'd really rather not. Thoughts?

I think that still counts as going nonverbal. If it takes you too much energy to speak then it’s not worth it. If you have to force out every word, then it’s better not to speak verbally. It could also be considered going semiverbal which encompasses a wide range of experiences from having some difficulty talking to being almost nonverbal. 

If talking takes too much effort, then it is totally valid to not talk. It’s not worth wasting spoons on talking when you could use them for something else. 


Hard to Get

Characters – Cas x Reader, Dean, Sam

Summary – The reader plays hard to get in an effort to get the attention of a certain blue-eyed angel.

Word Count – 5,207

Warnings – None

A/N – My first request!  I hope I did it justice, @trinityjadec!  Request: “Can I have a request?? Where Y/n tries to act hard to get with Cas but he doesn’t understand what that means and then Dean has to explain it to him bc he notices and then Cas ends up getting sick of it and just goes up and kisses her or something? I don’t really know where I’m going with it tbh”

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Originally posted by perevalovaaa

Your name: submit What is this?

“This is stupid, Sami!” you complained.  “It’s not going to work!”

You could hear your best friend tutting over the phone.  “Trust me, Y/N, this will work.  Just do what I told you to, and you’ll have him eating out of your hand in no time. See you tonight!”

Rolling your eyes, you said goodbye and hung up the phone.  Sami swore the best way to get your crush to like you back was to play hard to get. You thought it was silly.  Even if this sort of thing did work with “normal” guys, Castiel was hardly like the other guys you knew.  While you were typically a somewhat shy person, Sami thought if you came out of your shell to make Cas notice you and then be standoffish to “reel him in” as Sami put it.  You weren’t entirely sure you knew what you were doing, but you figured there wouldn’t be any harm in trying.

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‘will you let me go?’ -
his hand tilts her head up
and she counts three beats
of his heart before
he answers with ‘I will’.

her chest feels small as
the shadows in his eyes
grow sharper, colder,
his power trembling like the
raising waves before a storm;
she wonders then
if this was what the Gods
were so afraid of, a little boy
who could ruin Olympus
with barely any effort.

they fell together,
his arms around her,
her golden hair the only
light in the darkness;
they made it out together
but sometimes she feels
like Tartarus still
has a hold of him.

he’s Poseidon’s son,
that’s why she’s not
surprised to learn that
his calm is just an illusion;
the ocean, after all,
is never truly still.  

when they lay in bed
she likes to trace her fingers
down his back to the
place that used to be
his weakness; it’s a
reminder now, of his mortality,
of the means he went to
to put an end.

she dreams of it at night -
of dark waters and crumbling
stone, of fallen Gods
and gleaming swords;
she wakes up to his smile,
his gentle touch upon
her cheek; one day he may
accomplish what the Titans couldn’t,
and even then she knows
she would hold his hand.

‘will you stay?’ - it’s a choice,
but she doesn’t need it,
not when he owns her
very soul; she hums and
looks at him - ‘I will’.

—  and if he drowns the world, she would still love him (m.p.)
Drabble Game #1: Believe in me

Genre: Heartbreaking Angst

Pairing: Reader x Hoshi

Word Count: 1000ish

Prompt: 99 + 131 

Originally posted by kkimgyu

“Are you doodling?”

You try to peer curiously over a mop of startling blond hair, squinting at some obscure scratches on the yellowing paper. The owner of the parted hair, to his credit, panicked and tried to fling his notebook far, far away from you, but ended up hitting you in the face.

Needless to say, his efforts didn’t get him very far.

“NO, DON’T LOOK!” You giggle playfully, holding the book out of reach as Hoshi lunges dramatically for it. “I’M SERIOUS Y/N!”

“Nope!” You laugh at your boyfriend, eyes hurriedly scanning over the page, “How bad could…it…be..?”

The book drops from your hands.

“Y/N,” He starts to say, soft brown eyes wide, “Y/N please, I-”

“What is this?” Your head is swimming, blood rushing upwards so that you feel light-headed, dizzy, “What the hell is this Soonyoung?”

He gulps audibly at that, Adam’s apple bobbing miraculously slowly, but you’re too preoccupied to care about that, too numb to do anything but stand there and ask yourself ‘why?’ while being encompassed in a self-sustained void.

Even from your place above it, where it’s lying on the dusty tiles, it mocks you, graceful lines and strong strokes forming soft brown eyes and pouty lips that you’ve seen so many times in real life that there’s no way you wouldn’t be able to recognize them.

“I swear, I’m not cheating on you!” He hurries to assure you, hands trembling as he picks up the fallen notebook in a vice grip. “I promise, Y/N-ah.”

By now, the few students still milling about near the doorway of the classroom are giving you two strange looks, and you can practically see the rumors forming on their lips, so you hastily make your way to the front and slam the door shut.

It’s only then that the silence seems so much more real, so much more suffocating.

“How am I supposed to trust you on this, Kwon Soonyoung?” Your voice is quiet, and you aren’t aware of how heated your skin has become until your hands brushes against the smooth lines of your face, “After…after this, how could you expect me to believe you?!”

“Just give me one more chance!” He begs you, eyes glazing over, “Please, you won’t regret it! Just trust me.”

“Trust you?” You raise an eyebrow, trying to brave your way through this, “You must think I’m stupid, right?”

“No, no way.” His eyes are warm now, gentle, “Just…believe in me, like you always have.”

And that gets to you; it lets you think that maybe there’s a chance that he is innocent, that maybe this is a huge misunderstanding.

But you need to make sure.

“Why is her drawing in your book?” You ask, fighting to keep your expression calm, composed, “Can you explain that to me?”

“I’m supposed to be sketching a live model for my art project,” He rushes to explain, running a hand through his hair, “She was chosen for me, I didn’t do it on purpose. I-I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You should have told me about this before,” You sag against one of the desks, letting the male pull you into an embrace, “I wouldn’t have gotten so annoyed.”

Under different circumstances, you would probably ask him why he was sketching her then instead of during class or something; after all, he was supposed to draw a live model. But you know you aren’t saying anything because, maybe, you are too afraid to let him go.

The next time it happens, you’re caught off guard.

You’re panting, breath coming out in short spurts, as you quickly climb your way up the stairs to the rooftop, where you’re sure Hoshi must be. He’s usually there around noon, eating his lunch without his ragtag group of friends like he often does; he says it gives him some peace of mind. Though, with someone as energetic and dorky as him, you sincerely doubt he really needs a break.

You’ve never actually gone to the rooftop of your school before, not even with Hoshi; you’ve only ever heard from Wonwoo about his midday escapades. You eye the slightly warm lunch box in your hands, wondering if he’ll like it but immediately brush it off—he’s always liked your food, it wouldn’t change now—and focus on making it to the topmost floor of the building instead.

As you push the door quietly open with one hand, you freeze immediately when you hear soft giggles from where you’re standing. That’s not Hoshi’s voice.

It’s a girl’s.

“Oh my gosh, that drawing makes me look so weird!” You hear a voice whine in exasperation, “Why are the lines around my waist so much stronger than every other place?”

“Um…” That’s definitely your boyfriend, “You got a nice butt?”

Your eyes widen once the sentence registers in your head; do friends say that to each other? Do they ever?

No, they don’t.

The realization hits you like a sucker punch to the gut, like a cold dread icing up your stomach. He…Hoshi wasn’t lying, was he? That day, when you found that sketch—he wasn’t messing with you, was he?

He couldn’t possibly be cheating.

Hoshi…Soonyoung would never do that, right?

“Come here, you idiot!” You can only listen, with teary eyes, as your best friend is tugged forward into your boyfriend’s arms, can only hear the distinct sound of clothes being ruffled, “You’re just so gorgeous, you know?”

“You could show me.”

You can’t listen anymore, can’t listen to the wet sounds of lips smashing together, can’t listen to the breathy sighs and soft moans as the two people you treasure the most in the world stab you in the back like you’ve never imagined.

You stumble down the stairs, cooling lunch box forgotten at the top of the stairs, tears finally slipping out of your eyes, streaming down your pale cheeks.  You don’t think you can do this anymore. You don’t think you can live with this sort of knowledge.

You don’t know what to do.

The next day, you smile when Hoshi sees you; you laugh at his lame jokes, let him tug you into a chaste kiss with those same lips that were on Hers yesterday, treat him like you always have—like he’s the world.

And when he says he’s going to the rooftop today, you say nothing, only smile.

Because that’s all you can do.

Originally posted by gyuhan-17

Written By: Admin Midnight

Part 2 is finally up!

Under The Stars


Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warning: Angst and Fluff

Word Count: 5,000 (couldn’t do that again if I tried)

This fic is my submission for Ivonne’s Beatles Song Challenge. I don’t normally do challenges, but she’s awesome and I couldn’t pass up The Beatles!  I submit it with the blessing of both @castielohcastiel and @castielspahdehrah. Hope you enjoy!

My song was “Hey Jude”.


Cas sat alone at the large mahogany table in the library, his eyes drifting over the same line in the book as his attention remained on the the angel that he sought. Every effort that he had made had been met with defeat time and time again as he tirelessly trailed him through rumors and whispered confessions, seeking to put an end to a renegade bound and determined to build an army against the loyal host of heaven. It seemed that every time he drew near to the angel, something would happen and he would disappear underground again, leading Cas on an endless quest to defend his family and home.

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Wildest dream ( Liam Dunbar) + A/N

Originally posted by tylerposet

Liam x Reader

Y/N - Your name ; Y/L/N - Your last name

Summary: Promposals are happening, but does is happen to Y/N too?

Warning: fluff at the end


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3rd Person

“Are you sure that Lydia will fall for this?”, Stiles asks, obviously nervous.

“I am certain Stiles.”


“Shut up Stiles. I will handle it. I’m her best friend and you can count on me when I say, that everything will turn out the way you want it to.”, Y/N tries to calm him down.

Stiles runs his sweaty fingers through his hair and wipes them off right onto his favourite plaid shirt. The green- blue one Lydia said would suit him best.

“Okay, I’m gonna go and get her now. Is everything and everybody ready?”, Y/N asks the pack, which helped Stiles with the whole planning of this big step.

“Yup.”, they all answer simultaneously.

As Y/N leaves she takes one more look in Liam’s direction and smiles back at him, when she caught him watching her leaving the library.


“Lydia, there are so many mysteries we solved. Would you help me solve this one and go to Prom with me?”, Stiles asks resolute, but with a dorky smile.

Y/N watches Lydia falling into Stiles arms and hugging him as answer. Oh, how she wishes that would be her and Stiles would be Liam.


“That was so cute. I can’t believe he actually did it!”, Y/N says excited while doing a partner experiment with Liam during chemics.

“Sure.”, Liam mumbles back and scratches the back of his head which makes Y/N really insecure. She doesn’t know what to say next, because the fear of saying someting risky is huge.

“Are you going to Prom this year?”, he hesitantly asks, looking at the bubbling lilac fluid they created.

She blushes but tries to hide the redness on her chubby cheeks, but fails.

“Uhm, since nobody really asked me to go to Prom I think I will spend this one with my lovely couch and Pizza”, Y/n laughs it off and tries to convince herself that eating Pizza would be better than going to Prom.

“Wow that sounds sad.”, Liam replys.

“How about you? Do you go to Prom?”

“Hm, I don’t know. I guess not since I don’t really see a point in it.”

Sadness builds up in her mind.


Y/N remembers falling for Liam. The day she developed those intense feelings for him, was the day she saw him crying. Yes, he cried the strong Liam Dunbar whined like a little baby. Y/N was walking down the stairs at Scotts house, where the Pack met up. She saw him sitting there all alone with tears in his eyes.

“What’s wrong Liam?”, she asks while sitting next to him. He whipes away his tears.

“N-nothing. You can go down to the others. Really I’m fine.”

“Tell me what’s wrong Liam.”, Y/N says in a stern voice.

“I don’t know what is wrong lately. I can’t sleep. I guess I’m just overacting right now. God, this is so embarrassing”, he explains.

A moment of silence.

“ And-and I am so hard on myself to prove that I can be a good addition to this pack. I don’t want to let you guys down after all that has happened. I feel like whatever I do it’s not good enough.”, tears stream down his face again, but Y/N whipes them away with her sleeve.

“Listen, you are enough. Everybody sees how much you care about us and we appreciate you so much I can’t even explain. You are enough!”, she holds on to his hands and looks him deep into his eyes.

After a while he answers with a thank you and hugs her tight.

Y/N and Liam became closer friends than they have been before this conversation. They spent every free minute together. They were inseparable.

Rumours about an ongoing relationship between them were the reason why the strong bond they had broke. He suddenly stopped talking to her. He stopped responding to text messages. He completely shut her out.


Y/N still asks herself why he would do that. She always thought that Liam would have feeling for her, just like she had for him. But the way he denied every question about those rumors showed the opposite.

Y/N always hoped to spend her Prom with him.


“Dude are you crazy? The way she looks at you everyday is pretty obvious. I hear that she was miserable when you stopped talking to her. ”, Mason says.

“I heard that too.”, Scott agrees.

“But-but I thought she would not feel the way I feel for her. She never said anything about those relationship rumors. It thought she thought they were awkward.”

“And I think you think too much.”, Stiles rolls his eyes.

“Y/N is completely in love with you. Everybody can see it… except for you, I guess. Come on puppy. Show her how much you like her.”, he packs Liam by his shoulders to show him how serious he was.

“Well… what should I do then?”


A knock on the door disturbs the girls night Y/N was having with Lydia,Kira and Malia.

“Who could that be?”, Kira asks in a strange voice.

“Hm I don’t know?”, Lydia answers enthusiatic.

“Y/N go and open the door.”

“Ugh why me?”, she groans

“Because it’s your house, silly.”, Malia replies.


Y/N gets up and walks to the door.

“I did not order anyth-”, she opens the door and sees him standing there in a suit and a Pizzabox in his hand.

“Liam?Hey.”, she greets him quite confused.

“Hey. Look Y/N, I know we didn’t- I didn’t talk to you the past few weeks. I’m sorry I really am. I really really want to talk to you about it but firstly I have to do something.”

Liams opens the Pizzabox, revealing Y/N’s favourite kind of Pizza. Before she was able to read what was written in black ink at the top of the box, Liam looks her in the eyes.

“Y/N I know this is cheesy, but will you go to Prom with me?”

Never in my wildest dream have I ever thought, that this would happen!


Character(s): Castiel

Warning: None

Word Count: 4,780


   “Dude, you’ve got three pieces in your mouth already.”

   “The flavor goes away quickly.” The angel’s words are slightly distorted around the wad of gum in his mouth.

   “This brand doesn’t last too long. I’ve got better stuff in my other bag. By the way, chew with your mouth closed.”

   Cass makes a conscious effort to keep his lips sealed, eyebrows knitting as he tries to continue chewing the gum. You should have denied him a second and third piece until he got the hang of handling the first, but he’s right. The flavor doesn’t last long.

   As he gives his jaw a workout, you unwrap a piece of your own and place it between your teeth. Chewing until it’s soft and malleable, you pull it over your tongue and blow firmly, forming a small bubble that pops quickly with a sharp snap. You repeat the process twice more, and then you notice you’re being watched.

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Request: Steve imagine of being Tony’s sarcastic, snarky genius sister and while reluctantly Tony accepts Bucky but is weary of him and therefore acts extra ‘Tony’ and his sister puts extra effort into being nice to Bucky because of Tony and she wants to be friends with him (but as hard as she tried she can’t shake that when she sees him she thinks of her parents death) and Steve notices how hard she is trying and appreciates it and it makes his crush on her develop further and eventually he confesses??

A/N: Steve! This makes me so happy and I like this.

Warnings: None

Word Count Total: 983

Short Imagine #18

Title: Confession

You sighed and looked up at your big brother. “Come on, Tony. Everything is fine. He’s not dangerous.”

“Yes, he is. He killed Mom and Dad. Or do you not remember?” Tony asked, the snark evident in his tone.

“Yes. I remember. I think of it every time that I see him. That doesn’t go away. However, I can accept that he was brainwashed. I can accept that it wasn’t his choice, and that he didn’t have a choice. I can accept that he relives it and wishes that it never had happened.”

Steve stood outside the door and listened to the conversation, his heart fluttering when hearing you defend his best friend. He had a crush on you and knowing that you were trying to side with his friend made him like you even more.

“I can’t forget that and I can’t get over that,” Tony replied to his little sister.

“That’s your problem. I’m twenty-six years old and, despite the fact that you are my brother, I don’t have to side with you. Thank you for raising me when Mom and Dad passed away, but I’m an adult and I can form my own decisions.”

“I wouldn’t have had to raise you if our parents hadn’t been killed!”

“That is true, but my trust is not your decision. Tony, I’m going to leave on this. I love you, but there are times that you are completely unbearable.” You shook your head, grabbed your coat, and left the room, nearly bumping into Steve as he pretended to just be passing by and not having heard your conversation.

You shut the door behind you and smiled at Steve. “Hey.”


“Sorry, don’t let me get in your way. Where are you off to?”

“Oh, lunch. You?”

“Lunch sounds good. Can I accompany you?” you asked. He grinned.


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