juice of mango

Beverages 饮料 (yǐn liào)

Non-alcoholic :


Bottled Water - 瓶装水 (píng zhuāng shuǐ)

Tap Water - 自来水 (zì lái shuǐ)

Mineral water - 矿泉水 (kuàng quán shuǐ)

Tea -茶(chá)

Coffee - 咖啡(kā fēi)

Soy Milk - 豆浆 (dòu jiāng)

Lemonade - 柠檬水 (níng méng shuǐ)

Coca Cola - 可口可乐 (kě kǒu kě lè) or 可乐 (kě lè)

Pepsi - 百事可乐 (bǎi shì kě lè)

Fanta - 芬达 (fēn dá)

Sprite - 雪碧 (xuě bì)

7Up - 七喜(qī xǐ)

Red bull - 红牛 (hóng niú)

Jiaduobao - 加多宝 (jiā duō bǎo)


  • Fruit juice - 果汁 (guǒ zhī)

Aloe Juice - 芦荟汁 (lú huì zhī)

Apple Juice - 苹果汁 (píng guǒ zhī)

Blueberry Juice - 蓝莓汁 (lán méi zhī)

Cranberry Juice - 蔓越莓汁 (màn yuè méi zhī)

Grape Juice - 葡萄汁 (pú táo zhī)

Kiwi fruit Juice - 猕猴桃汁 (mí hóu táo zhī)

Lychee Juice - 荔枝汁 (lì zhī zhī)

Mango Juice - 芒果汁 (máng guǒ zhī)

Orange Juice - 橙汁 (chéng zhī)

Papaya Juice - 木瓜汁 (mù guā zhī)

Peach Juice -桃汁 (táo zhī)

Pineapple Juice - 菠萝汁 (bō luó zhī)

Plum Juice - 酸梅汤 (suān méi tāng)

Strawberry Juice - 草莓汁 (cǎo méi zhī )

Tomato Juice - 番茄汁 (fān qié zhī)

Watermelon Juice - 西瓜汁 (xī guā zhī)


Alcoholic :

Beer - 啤酒 (pí jiǔ)

Tsingdao - 青岛 (qīng dǎo)

Heineken - 喜力 (xǐ lì)

Corona - 科罗娜 (kē luó nà)

Asahi - 朝日 (zhāo rì)

Champagne - 香槟 (xiāng bīn)

Vodka - 伏特加 (fú tè jiā)

Wine - 葡萄酒 (pú táo jiǔ)

Hóng pútáojiǔ - Red wine

Bordeaux - 波尔多 (bō ěr duō)

Lafite -拉菲 (lā fēi)

Bái pútáojiǔ - White wine

Sauvignon Blanc - 长相思 (cháng xiāng sī)

Whiskey - 威士忌 (wèi  shì  jì)

Rum - 朗姆酒 (lǎng mǔ jiǔ)

Tequila - 龙舌兰酒 (lóng shé lán jiǔ)

Chinese spirits - 白酒 (bái jiǔ)

Sake - 清酒 (qīng jiǔ)

Cocktails -鸡尾酒 (jī wěi jiǔ)


Cheers! 干杯! (gān bēi) 

“Mother has been poisoned !” - Batfam x Reader (batmom)

Ok, Imma translate @laetitia-prst​‘s request (my fellow French person yo), so, basically : 

SUMMARY : Batmom has been poisoned by a new villain who wants to get known by killing the famous Bruce Wayne’s wife/partner. The batfamily is on edge, they gotta save her, because they’d be nothing without her…And then laetitia-prst talks about the ending and important plot points but hey, no fun if I translate that too right ? So here for poisoned bat mom,I feel like maybe it’s going a bit fast ? I didn’t really wanna make more than one part for this story so it’s long, and I’m afraid I might have rushed some things up…I hope you’ll still like it :s :  

My masterlist by the way : http://ellana-ravenwood.tumblr.com/masterlist

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You were with Damian, asking some mango juice at the bar for him (the barman was being a dick, and refused to serve your son because “he was too young”, even though he didn’t want an alcoholic drink, so your quite annoyed self went to get it for him), when things went south. 

-Mother ? Mother are you alright ?! MOM !

You don’t really know what happened. You felt a painful prick on your thigh, where your fancy dress was opening slightly, as if you just got stung by a wasp, and all of a sudden…Everything went blurry. Next thing you know, your youngest son is trying to catch you before you hit the floor, and his arms are holding you with all his strength, as if afraid you’d disappear. 

-Father, father ! Dad ! DAD !! 

You can feel Damian shake, but you can’t see properly the line of his face…his distress is making your heart tighten, and you have to reassure him but when you try to raise a hand to cup his cheek and stroke it gently, nothing happen.

You hear more than you see Bruce falling on his knees next to you. You feel his hands taking you away from Damian, you feel your son resisting a bit, reluctant of letting you go, you feel yourself raising from the floor…But you don’t get it. 

What is happening ? 

Your vision is even more blurry than a few minutes before, and the last thing you hear before drifting into total darkness is Bruce saying : 

-What the Hell happened ? 

Everything goes dark as you fell unconscious. Your husband feels you go limp in his arms, but before he can really react, a man in the assistance, wearing a gaz mask and khakis stands on a table and, with his best evil laugh, says : 

-My names is Mutagen, and you can bet that by the end of this week, I’ll be the most famous criminal in all Gotham. Spread the word, especially to Batman.  

Jason almost catch him on the spot, but the man jumps out the window and disappears…Who the hell was he ? 

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it’s happened to all of us before. you go to bed at your set time, you sleep, and then…you wake up, check your phone and it’s already 12pm?! it seems like you’ve already lost half of the day. poof. it’s gone. which, sorry to burst that bubble of positivity, is true. HOWEVER! here’s how you can make the most of the remaining time. it’ll almost be as if you got up at 6 am instead ;)

get your booty out of bed

starting is always the hardest thing to do, but once you’ve begun, you’ll have momentum to continue. the same goes with waking up. don’t go on your phone, check social media, or just lay there. actually get up.

let there be light

natural light has been proven to wake you up. in fact, white light (which is really blue light) suppresses the production of melatonin, the hormone that makes you sleepy. opening up the blinds and letting in the midday light will not only brighten up the room, but also your mood (especially if you are in a grumpy one since you got up late)!

hint of mint

peppermint oil is a must in the mornings for me. i always make sure to dab some on the collar of my shirt since it perks up my senses and helps me stay awake, aware, and active throughout the day. any minty scent will work too as it really gets the senses up and running.

cold water. ‘nuff said.

washing your face with cold water will help jolt you awake, especially since you’ve been asleep for a long time and feeling extra groggy this fine morning afternoon. don’t forget to brush your teeth, too! all that junk in your mouth is icky and you don’t want to be swallowing any of it down with your breakfast brunch.

hydrate, hydrate, hydrate

down a tall glass of water since your body has been deprived of it for the past 12+ hours that you’ve been sleeping. drinking plenty of water will not only help you refresh yourself, but also rehydrate you and your brain, kickstart your metabolism, and help your body rid itself of unwanted toxins.

take a break for breakfast

even if twenty minutes have already passed from when you got up, don’t skip on breakfast. the first meal of the day is so so so incredibly important, and you’ve probably heard the phrase “don’t skip breakfast” so many damn times to the point of annoyance, but you gotta go with it and don’t skip it ;) wow unintentional rhyme there heh

some quick + healthy breakfast ideas:

  • oatmeal with raisins and dried cranberries
  • waffles with nut butter (peanut, almond, etc) of your fancy and sliced bananas + honey
  • yogurt with grapes and granola
  • toast with yogurt (in lieu of cream cheese) and smoked salmon (sounds gross but tastes delish) fish…delish rhymes with fish…i digress
  • milk, banana, strawberry, and mango juice smoothie
  • mint green tea and toast with sliced bananas and honey
  • apple slices and nut butter
  • carrots and broccoli with hummus

make a plan to slay today

get a plain white A4 sheet of paper and make a list of what you want to get done. it does not have to be neat and it does not have to be pretty. it just needs to include what you need to accomplish. idk about you, but drawing a nice line through a task i’ve completed is just the most satisfying feeling ever :’)

get out there and get it done!

now that you’re awake and ready, make the best use of your time and get started on what you need to do! and don’t forget to let @bookfully know if she should make more posts like this if you found it helpful hehe. good day and good luck!

Call It Magic....

Fandom: Supernatural.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, minor angst.

Summary: Dean, troubled by nightmares, finds himself awake in the middle of the night, when an unexpected visitor shows up at his door. Y/N tries to help pacify his nerves by singing to him.

Soundtrack: Magic by Coldplay.

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“Dean?” she stuttered.

The elder Winchester stayed down, his eyes shut tight from the brutal dark of his bedroom. The lights were off, the only illumination coming in from the moon in little beams of light that managed to slip in through the partings in the drapes, drawing squiggles of tree branches on the carpeted floor.


He lay still, waiting, hoping, that she would think he was asleep and leave, but she didn’t. He could feel that she was still at the door—the light from the hallway was pouring into the room in one thin passage as wide as the doorframe. Y/N’s shadow cut into it in the middle. She tried again.


“Dean?” she said in a timid tone that sent spears through the elder hunter’s heart. Jesus, he thought, she was afraid of him. He could hear it in her voice—the tremble, the quaver. She spoke in a raspy tone that sounded like she’d been crying and had just stopped midway to come check up on him. And now that Dean mulled it over, he realized that that was probably exactly what had happened.


She had probably heard him all the way from her bedroom. Then, she had probably gotten out of bed, to check on him, and now she was probably not going to leave until he spoke to her.


Dean felt tense all over, his throat tight, barely managing to get the words out.


“Yeah.” He said hoarsely. He winced—his voice was far from normal, scratchy and pained.


He waited patiently for Y/N to say anything. After a long pause, she finally did.


“You’re awake?” she asked. The edge was still present in her voice.


Dean nodded. “I am now.”


He pushed himself up to sit, groaning as he did so. Fully upright, he then turned his head to the door where she stood, the light from the hallways outlining her as nothing but a silhouette. Dean realized there was no point in searching for comfort in her gaze—he couldn’t even find it. It was too dark.


Silence fell.


Both parties waited for the other to speak up, the tension only growing thicker and thicker, causing the elder Winchester to wish he hadn’t even gotten up. Regret instantly flooded him. He parted his lips to speak, to say something that would ward her off, but she cut him off.


“C-can I come in?” she asked, voice wavering. The elder Winchester winced at this. God, she was so scared.


Of him.


Dean had to force the words out of his mouth. “Y-yeah. Sure.” He said, turning so that his entire body was facing her. He saw her nod, then slowly make her way into the room. He couldn’t say he didn’t notice the way she sauntered towards him; cautious, calculated footsteps.  The closer she got, the faster Dean’s heart began to beat, thumping against his ribcage. He could feel his palms begin to sweat in anxiety—what if he hurt her?


Her entire body was stiff as she came over and then sat down. The bed dipped at the foreign mass.


Dean looked up.


Y/N’s eyes never met his, instead staying fixed to the floor as she twiddled with her thumbs in her lap. Discomfort radiated off her like steam from a kettle, and this made Dean slightly queasy. For he knew it was because of him; because of what he was becoming.


For the past few nights his sleep had been ridden with carnal and frightening nightmares that shook him awake, usually in a fit of tears. They’d been happening on and off and on and off for the past two weeks, and he’d managed to hide them. No one in the house knew—Sam was too busy dealing with the mess within his own head, and Cas was never home anymore, heaven’s operations occupying his mind instead.


And Y/N…

Well, Dean didn’t want to bother her with his inhibitions. She had enough of her own to deal with.


No-one knew. It had been his dirty little secret, shuttered and hidden away from the world. But that was until a few nights back when Y/N, wandering the halls at unholy hours, stumbled upon his room, and found the elder Winchester writhing and stirring in his sleep, brow draped in sweat. He had had his eyes clamped shut, the sheets sodden with his perspiration, as he grunted and gasped. Terrible images too cumbersome for him to swallow were flooding his mind, painting blood on the insides of his head. Everything was red. When Dean gasped awake all of a sudden, sitting up straight in a pool of his sweat, his eyes had immediately landed on Y/N standing behind the crack in the door.


She had seen him.


And then as fast as she came, she quickly dispersed, a mere shadow in the night that had the elder Winchester questioning whether he had been dreaming it up. After all, it wouldn’t have been the first time. Y/N had paid Dean visits in his dreams numerous times—saving him. Being his lifeguard that brought him back to reality.


He hadn’t spoken to her about it until breakfast this morning when he’d noticed how antsy she’d been acting, the elder Winchester having asked her for a glass of juice and her flooding his glass past the brink until it started leaking onto his hands. She hadn’t even noticed until she saw the orange pool of mango juice on the floor upon Sam’s regard. She’d then immediately cursed herself, placed the pitcher down, and gone grab a cloth, all the while ignoring the elder Winchester’s gaze.


But Dean had noticed.


He’d noticed the tremble in her voice when she spoke to him, the way her eyes darted from left to right whenever he looked straight into them, or even just the way she kept her distance when they walked together. Even now, the elder Winchester couldn’t deny the hurt he felt in his heart when he noticed the three foot gap she had left between them when she sat down.


But still, she was here. Right here, right now, putting in an effort to coax Dean out of his shell and tell her what it was that was bothering him. That at least made a difference—right?


“You should be sleeping.” She said quietly, bringing the elder Winchester whirling out of his head.


He shifted his gaze from the floor to her. The light from the hallway was still coursing into the room, blaring bright from behind Y/N’s shadowed form. Dean had to squint to keep it from searing his retinas, but didn’t dare look away from her.


“Yeah, I know.” He nodded. “I just…I couldn’t get any sleep. I’ve been trying for the past ten minutes or so but…” The green-eyed hunter gestured in the air with his hands. “Nothing.”


Y/N nodded, almost mechanically.


There was a beat of silence. Dean was still watching her, trying to make out any feature of her face, trying to grip onto the reality that she was here and not just another part of his dream, but the lack of light in his room kept him from that. Y/N’s face was pitch black, only the outline of jaw and hair falling down her shoulders any indication that it was her. A moment later she spoke.


“I know what you mean.” She stated with a sigh as she shifted further up the bed, bringing her knees up and wrapping her arms around them. Dean heard the sheets move with her. Y/n’s head bobbed up and down as she spoke. “Yeah, I do. I’ve been trying to catch some sleep myself but…but there’s something keeping me from it. Some…unrest, I guess I could call it?”


“Join the club.” He  jerked his chin at her, causing her to look down at herself, wiggling her toes as if testing the air itself. Noticing this, his brow furrowed.“Are you cold? You’re practically shaking.”


She shrugged. “I feel pretty fine.” Turning her head to Dean, she asked, “Are you?”


“Not entirely, but yeah.” He moved his shoulders, “Yeah, a little.”


“Big bad hunter can’t handle a little cold?” The outlines of her cheeks expanded as she smiled.


“Shut up.”


“Is that why you can’t sleep?” She asked suddenly.


Then Dean quieted.


A somber silence hang between them, ominous and tense. Reluctantly, he spoke.


“No,” all humor his voice once held a few seconds ago dispersed. “…it….it isn’t.”


Y/n pressed on. “So…?”


The elder Winchester’s ears then perked up at the change of tone. He slowly turned to Y/N, his gaze adamant on her masked face. Even though he couldn’t see it, he could still feel it—her sharp gaze piercing though him.


“So what?” he asked, voice sharp, but it was as though Y/N didn’t hear, or frankly care, about his brashness.


“So, if not the cold, what’s been keeping you awake?” She asked. And he could feel it hovering over them like an anvil on a thin string, threatening to tear. There was no point hiding it. He needed to come clean.


A sigh eluded him as he lamented on his thoughts, on what to say. What could be said? What could explain and justify the oddity that was his behavior in the past few days? Nothing. He grasped for words, but it was like trying to catch handfuls of the wind. Useless.


Another sigh. Another shameful bow of the head.


And then a hand on his shoulder.


Tender. Hesitant. Slowly caressing his arm through the fabric of his shirt. Dean turned to look and found Y/N’s eyes, practically glimmering in the darkness, set on his very own.


“Dean…”She  whispered, voice hoarse, making the elder Winchester’s heart wrench. “Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong? Please…please tell me what’s wrong.” She pleaded.


Dean’s chest constricted as he looked away, guilt marring his features. “Y/N…”


“Stop trying to be such a tough guy, will you? I’m trying to help you.”


“I know.”


“So spill.”


He wordlessly shut his eyes as Y/N’s hand floated from his shoulder, tucking away at her side. And his heart tangled, and his throat dried, and he felt his resolve crumble before her because it was Y/N and Y/N was good.


The only good in his life.


A guiding light in the pitch black world. He loved her. Wanted her. He wanted to be there for and with her, to plunge thick roots of affection into rich black soil, and he wanted to let vines of trust twine around her, and he wanted her to love him back.


And so, after a moment of hesitation, biting his lip and scraping his callouses and breathing, Dean spoke.


Y/N waited patiently, hands folded in her lap. The room was still dark. He was still wrought with nerves, as he let out a laden sigh, and then….


“I’ve been having nightmares.” He announced. “About you, about Sam and Cas and all of you…dying.” Dean’s eyes shut, and he tried to steady his breathing.


Y/N pressed his shoulder firmly, urging him on with a sad smile.


He looked at her, then sighed. “I…I’ve been trying to ignore them. Hide them, but…”


“It’s hard?” Y/N supplemented.


The elder Winchester nodded. “Yeah.”


Just like that. Like it was so easy. Like it hadn’t been a weight on his heart soul for eons, and as though vocalizing it didn’t send a surge of weakness through him. Waiting for her to say something, the elder Winchester finally lifted his gaze to the girl beside him, finding her still there.


Still with him.


Still good.


They sat, quiet. Wordless. For a moment the world had seemed to stop….but then Y/N reached out, and she took Dean’s hand, and—with trembling and cold hands—she placed it against her warm cheek.


And he disintegrated.


“It’s okay…”She cooed, tone soothing and mellifluous. It was sweet, calming. Like the pitter patter of rain against the roof of a car.


The elder Winchester remained stagnant, frozen by her actions. What was he supposed to do in a situation like this? What was he supposed to say?


Nothing, Dean realized after a while.


This moment was sacred. Untouchable. Y/N was saying something, something mollifying and holy, something gentle and good just like her, but Dean was too busy focusing on the rapid hammering in his chest to focus on her. Eventually, she stopped talking and looked up at him, with expectant eyes.


“Dean?”


The elder Winchester snapped out of his trance, averting his gaze to Y/N’s. Smiling. She was smiling at him, gentle and re-assuring, and he found himself wondering how somebody could bear so much grief and despondence in their lives, and stay so intact?


How she could witness Dean’s walls crumble like ruins, how she could have her very own demons stirring in her chest, and yet she could be so…there?


Simpering still, Y/N squeezed his hand.


“Listen to me.” She said. “You are going to be okay, okay? Everything is going to be fine—great. Because I’m not letting go of you. I’m not going to let you go through this—this….mess, on your own. I’m going to be there. Always.”


Another squeeze.


Another jolt of limerence.


Dean watched Y/N’s eyes filling with tears. A contrasting image with the smile on her lips, but he knew not to say anything. Only feel. Only understand.


She would be there for him, and that was enough.


He nodded in response, and Y/N let out a small chuckle. “Good.” She smiled as her hand went up to wipe her eyes. She had been crying, Dean just realized as her hand dropped back onto her lap.


He felt ultra-violet as they sat there, in comforting silence. A moment passed until Dean finally gathered the courage to fit his other hand in Y/N’s, pressing his palm flat against hes. She said nothing, merely accepting wordlessly when he did it. He was grateful. The last thing he needed her to do right now was speak, say something that would push him further down the rabbit hole than he already was.


He was too far gone, anyway.


Too in love. Yes, he’d admit it—he would shout it in the halls of an empty church, whisper it in the confines of his room alone at night, whenever he needed the re-assurance.


He loved her.


The space between his fingers felt static, electric, as Y/N kneaded their hands together and eventually started to hum. As she did this, she swayed side to side subtly, entranced.


Opposite her, Dean listened carefully, religiously, trying to deciphering the song. A familiar melody. He’d heard it before, he realized, and tried to remember when.


“I know that song.” He finally spoke.


Y/N’s eyes must have opened, as she stilled. The flash of pearly white teeth gave away her smile.  “Magic.” She said. “By Coldplay. I’ve played it for you before, tons of times in the car.”


“It’s a great song.”


“Do you want me to play it for you now? I have it on my phone.” Y/N offered, rubbing her fingers against the back of Dean’s palm. He thought about it, but then tilted his head to the side slightly.


“Why don’t you sing it for me?” He asked, watching as, taken aback, Y/n froze, then scoffed as though it was too incredulous of a proposal.


“Me?” She let out a sardonic laugh. “Sing?”


“I’ve heard you sing before. You’re not half bad. “ He had. Numerous times, by accident—when she was in the shower, when she was cooking breakfast. Y/N sang a lot more than she thought she did, and every time he’d stumbled upon her in a serenade, the elder Winchester would listen closely and revel.


He tugged on her hands, smiling softly. “Come on, Y/N.”


“No way.”


“Please.”


“No…” Y/N blushed as she dipped her chin into her neck shyly, her hair forming a curtain around her face. It was too dark to see, but Dean could just tell the hade of pink that the tips of her ears were, and it made him chuckle.


“Fine…”He said after a while. “I’ll start, and then you finish off. How does that sound?”


Her head immediately lifted. “What?”


But the elder Winchester said nothing. Instead, he tightened his hold on her hands, pulled them closer in, and began to sing.


The first two or through lines flowed easily out of his mouth until they eventually dissolved into a simple hum. He didn’t know the words. True, Y/n had played the song before, but memorizing lyrics had never been something that he was good at. So, Dean just mumbled.


When he heard the sound of amused giggles, he felt a smile stretch onto his face. He went on some more. Then Y/N joined him.


She actually sang. Quietly, shyly, like the words were mechanically being drawn out of her and with her head bowed slightly. But still—she was singing.


And Dean, feeling his heart stutter in his chest, tried his best not to kiss her as she did.


Eventually, his voice melted away, and it was only the soft soprano of the young girl before him filling the room. Outside, the cricket’s joined in with their midnight symphony. Wind howled wildly as an undertone. Y/N’s shoulders loosened as she began to sing with more ease, the former tension in her joints dissolved.


She kept leaning forward. Closer and closer, like there was a magnetic field drawing her in as she sang. She was inches away, still singing, repeating herself. The hammering in Dean’s chest never ceased. Eyes half-lidded, Y/N kept on singing and leaning in.


He moved closer in, like she was a siren leading him into the waters with her melodic voice. He could feel her breath fan his face. Inches apart. Still singing. Still good.


Their foreheads met, and they stayed like that.


Y/N’s voice slowed to a stop as she breathed in heavily, and fluttered her eyes open. Their gazes locked.


Dean felt his throat constrict, gulping thickly, feeling the heat spread through his body like wild fire. “Go on.” He urged, as she watched him wordlessly.


His eyelids felt like bags of sand, heavy, desperate to shut, but he refrained. He couldn’t, not now; not when they were this close, this synchronized. Not when his chest felt like it held a thousand caged doves wildly batting their wings against his ribs; not when Y/N’s eyes were darting down to his lips, and then back up at his eyes.


She lifted his hand, placed it against her cheek, and the elder Winchester gulped. Warm, smooth. He rubbed his thumb against the apple fo her cheek as Y/N’s hand slipped away, leaving only his. His stomach was in knots, much like his heart, and he felt intoxicated. Drunk. He wanted to kiss her, he needed to kiss her.


Y/N said something; his name, he soon realized, and the fluttered her eyes shut, tipping her head back. Still caressing her cheek, Dean couldn’t hold it in anymore.


He dipped his head, and captured her lisp in a kiss.


Disintegrated.


At the contact of Y/N’s mouth on his, the elder Winchester felt his entire being float so high up, like it was leaving his body. He’d let it. He didn’t care. All he cared about was Y/N, in his arms.


Kissing him.


He nipped and licked at her bottom lip, his hand carding through her hair as her hand left his and fisted his shirt. Dean felt a jolt of pleasure surge through him. He kissed her more. Harder. Like she was filling his lungs with air rather than stealing it away. Why had he waited so long to do this? Why had he avoided it, tiptoed around it? Feeling her lips graze against his, Dean felt stupid for not doing this earlier.


When they broke apart, he glanced down at her with half-lidded eyes, mouth still parted. She was gasping, her chest rising and falling. “Y/N….”The elder Winchester managed, the smell of peaches of and honey potent around him. “…I…I love you…”


The young girl blinked up at him, doe-eyed, before a smile cracked through her face. A giddy laugh escaped her, and she threw her arms around his neck.


Dean, taken aback caught her, feeling her form pressed against his. He was sure, with the proximity between them zero to none, she could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel hers.


Letting his eyes shut, he cradled Y/N in his arms as she smiled and spoke. “I love you, too.”

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It’s been a while since I posted any Supernatural writings, so here..((ps. sorry for the shit ending I tried :))) ))

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The signs as random things my chemistry teacher said
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b>Aries:</b> "Stop asking me dumb questions! *sighs* Please just Google that shit, okay?"<p/><b>Taurus:</b> "This cup of mango juice is better than your grades."<p/><b>Gemini:</b> "Shall I compare thee to a halogen? Cause you're very unstable, Karen."<p/><b>Cancer:</b> *steps inside the classroom with a MCR t-shirt* "WHEN I WAS A YOUNG BOY.."<p/><b>Leo:</b> "Your chance of passing this year is as high as my chance to get laid tonight."<p/><b>Virgo:</b> "It got my degree and now I'm stuck with you idiots! Haha no I'm just kidding." *coughs* "not."<p/><b>Libra:</b> *Walks over to a smooching couple* Seems like you two got chemistry.<p/><b>Scorpio:</b> "You could compare the octet rule to humanity. We all need someone to be with us and keep us stable." *looks trough the window* "Why did you leave me Amanda?"<p/><b>Sagittarius:</b> "I'm gonna dress up as the guy from Despicable Me for Halloween this year. I expect you all to dress as minions. If not, everyone in this class will be facing consequences."<p/><b>Capricorn:</b> *with a thick fake accent* "Bloody hell mate! That is one magnificent jumper you're wearing."<p/><b>Aquarius:</b> "Call me Gouda because boy I've been cheesy as fuck lately."<p/><b>Pisces:</b> "WATCH OUT THAT'S EXPLOSIVE!" *student runs away scared* "Just kidding bro. "<p/></p><p/></p>
Put Your Head on My Shoulder - Alex Summers

words - 865

pairing - alex summers x reader

warning - fluff,

a/n - i listened to this on repeat while writing this lol thank you to @emmcfrxst for looking over this before i posted it! x

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You all sat around, laughing and smiling, throwing around insults and jokes. You took a sip of your drink, a simple, pina colada with a splash of Malibu, almost spitting it out when Peter drunkenly shouted that it was his “main priority” to get laid tonight. Ororo cackled, resting her forehead against Warren’s shoulder as his shoulders shook, a wide grin stretched across his face. Alex shook his head, bursts of laughter escaping his lips. Even Erik was smiling, looking up at his son with, what he hoped, for Peter’s sake, was a hint of pride. Peter sped over to the kitchen and brought back an armful of beers, passing one to each person.

“We’re all gonna be shit-faced by the end of the night, or this ain’t a celebration.”

Alex looked over at you, who had already popped the cap off the bottle and brought it to your lips, taking a quick swig, before he took one of his own. You looked up at him, winking, before Alex draped his arm over your shoulders, pulling you closer. You shifted into his side, head resting against his chest, taking another swig from the bottle of amber liquid. Alex looked to his left to see Ro looking up at Warren, eyes distant and somewhat glazed, as he talked about something Alex couldn’t hear. Even though she was completely focused on him, Alex doubted Ro was listening to a word Warren was saying, she looked too far gone for that, as he demonstrated with his arms whatever tale he was spinning. Alex looked over to Kurt who was sitting listening to Jubilee talk about Star Wars - again.

You tapped Alex’s wrist with your finger and rose from the loveseat, making your way over to the kitchen with your empty bottles. Alex watched as you walked away, hips swaying with each step. He smiled as he watched you get the coconut rum from the freezer along with some mango juice and stand in front of the counter. You made your drink before coming back over to the couch, taking a small drink as you sat down. Alex looked down at you and pulled you closer by the waist.

He leaned down, putting his lips to your ear. “Why do you keep moving away from me?”

You looked at him from the corner of your eye, arching an eyebrow, before looking up at him fully, eyes searching the sharp planes of his face, before settling on his eyes. You put your hand on the back of his neck, fingers intertwining with the long hair at the nape before bringing his face down to meet yours, your breath mixing with his. You smiled at Alex, brushing your lips against his. “This close enough for you, Pretty Boy?”

“Not at all.” He pressed his lips against you, using the arm on your waist to press you against him.

You rested your head on his shoulder, snuggling into his side, feeling the warmth radiating off of him. You wrapped your arms around the crook of his elbow, curling into his side. Alex placed his hand on the side of your thigh, nestling it behind where your knee and thigh meet, rubbing small, slow circles on the side of your knee. You leaned up, pressing your pina colada flavored lips to his, before pulling away and brushing your nose against his.

Alex took a deep breath, settling back against the couch, feeling that familiar warmth well up in his chest, making it feel like his heart would explode straight through his ribcage. He had seen people torn apart and put together by this thing called “love”. Countless people have said they had “played the game of love” and lost. So many people see love as this impossible, unwinnable game. But, he promised himself, promised you, whether you knew it or not, that he would find a way. He couldn’t lose what he had in that moment. With this family.

With you.

People would consider him a fool, for rushing into something so unpredictable with such tenacity, but he didn’t care.

So, before he could psych himself out of it, in light of this newfound epiphany he’d had, he leaned down, putting his lips near your ear again and simply whispered, “I love you.”

Your breathing hitched as you turned to him, eyes wide and no longer half glazed, those three words sobering you up in less than a second. You looked at him, almost as if you were making sure he wasn’t lying. That this wasn’t some cruel joke to kick off the new year.

And then you smiled.

No, not the soft, loving, sweet smile.

All teeth, couldn’t even tell you had lips, your cheeks stretched, you were smiling so big. You threw your arms around his neck and pulled back, eyes level with his, before leaning in and mumbling against his lips. “I love you too.”

You pulled back, pecking his cheek, before returning to the same position on his shoulder. He sighed, content in his decisions, and rested his head against the back of the couch, smiling as he heard a laugh fall from your lips.

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@raypclmer @alexsunmners @alexs-ummers @kurtwxgners @put-in-writing xx

anonymous asked:

hey~ I'm a new mamamoo stan and I was wondering if you could help me with some of the inside jokes? I understood pretty quickly that moonsun are a thing (haha) but what other jokes/memes are there? Thank you <3

-byul is whipped af by yong

-byullie, byul + bullie

-hwasaja, hwasa + saja(lion in kr)

-pupwhee/wheepup, wheein + puppy

-yong is a squirtle

-yong is called mochi bc of her fluffy cheeks

-byul is a hamster

-byul is a triangle (yong is a circle)

-yongs dolphin laugh

-rapper yong is a motherfuckin top madam called solar taeyang

-mamamoo is gay

-paroma (i cant explain lmao)

-accepted Fact™ that byul is a lesbian

-beagles bc they’re beagle-dols, beagle + idol

-jjing jjing, solars dog, is her grandma

-como, wheeins cat, is her bf/son (its complicated)

-byul is a geek

-if they do smth similar or at the same time we call it decalcomanie

-everyone is a flop except hwasa

-mamamoo are memes especially yongmeme and wheein

-mamamoo and moomoos are actually a cult

-hyegi, hyejin + agi(bby in kr) bc hyejin is actually a softy

-the fandom is gay af

-hwasa with red hair = ronald mcdonald

-wheeins dimple (idk i just have to mention it)

-second hand embarassment

-mamamoo are smol af

-we are radishes and they are radishes

-sometimes cows

-hwadolph is also a thing, hwasa + rudolph(the reindeer)

-personal space? what is that

-byul is a krystal fan girl

-byul is a hella protective gf. her gf is solar ofc

-hwasa is actually the owner of the pupwhee

-what is image?

-mango juice (i wont explain this one here ahaha)

-hwasas tighs (i just gotta mention this too)

-yong leader always gets bullied

-dont fuck with hwasa, “maknae on top”

-ahnyonce, ahn hyejin + beyoncé. or ahn fatal bc of obvious reasons

-hwasa is a hardcore rihanna fan. ‘work work work’ is mamamoos anthem tbh

-moon family were moonsun are the parents and wheein is the kid. (hwasa is too cool for that shit)

-2 young girls/wheesa friendship is everything good in this world

hope that helps smh??