just gonna put this here and leave

People say that all the time to me [Justin Timberlake comparisons]. I think Harry is… I know this sounds simple, but he just wants to be himself. He’s proud because this is the record he wanted to make. And where it falls in line, I guess the audience will tell us. But I know he’s proud. It’s nice to have a comparison of Justin Timberlake. I hope he becomes that, it’d be great. But I think he’s happy being who he is. I just love his whole vision. When he put the tour up on sale, they were theatres. He probably could have done arenas. He said, ‘I don’t want to get ahead of myself here.’ I hope people wanna hear this music, cause it’s not going to be a One Direction show. He just did stadiums for six years. He wants it to be about the new album. He took a slower approach, and I thought it was brilliant. Those shows sold out in 25 seconds. And yes it leaves people wanting more, but he’ll get to them. He’s gonna play for a lot of people this year and next year.
Comfort Prompts

“I’m here, I’m not gonna leave you.”

“Don’t say that you love me more than I love you. Trust me, you are the glorious sun to me, my everything and I love you with all my heart.”

“Repeat after me; I am worthy, I am worthy, I am worthy…and believe it, ‘cause you are.”

“Darling, perfect is just a word. Perfection is impossible and chasing after it will lead you nowhere. Just do your best and accept that the result is good.”

“When the most broken put themselves back together, they become the most beautiful angels. It’s okay if it’s sloppy or if a crack is still left open, you’re even more ethereal to me.”

“The longest and most difficult roads in life end in the best places. Be patient and keep going.”

“So what if the world is complex and overwhelming? So what if you can’t do it all, can’t be the best? Stop focusing on your image and focus on yourself. You have these years on this earth, enjoy them, don’t overthink it. “

“I’m love with your mind, soul and body.”

“The best thing you can do in life is to love yourself and let your passion help others to love themselves too.”

“I know you may feel alone right now but just remember how big the world is. How many souls will love you for who you are. They’re out there, don’t worry. Just get through, explore and you’ll find them. Just don’t forget to find yourself.”

“Can I kiss where it hurts?”

“Hey, it’s going to be fine. We’ll get through this together, hand in hand, okay?”

“It’s all about the little things. Your favorite tea, good stories, sparkly eyes, beautiful skies, the thrill of adventure, passion, the feeling of home. Enjoy them.”

“You’re not broken. Your mind is just built differently, get to know it, have a little chat with yourself. The most complicated minds tend to be the most beautiful ones, just don’t let it use you, learn to cooperate with it.”

“Hey, beautiful, you okay?”

“You’re amazing, did you know that?”

“I think I’m going blind from your beauty.”

“Everyone’s different. Everyone’s beautiful. You’re the most beautiful human I’ve met, and I’ve met myself!”

“Breathe, darling, breathe.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that triggered you, I’ll never do it again.”

“Here, I’m going to make you some tea and we’ll watch a movie, that sound good?”

“ Magic is real. It’s not spells and cauldrons, no… it’s more subtle. Like, when the air seems electrified, when eyes speak more than words, when you sense something none of your normal senses detect. If you stop for a moment and look beyond, you’ll find it.“

“I know you don’t want to, but in the end, it’ll pay off. Just breathe, keep your head up and you’ll be fine.”

Far too young to die

Request by @mr-robot-x : How would Jeff react when the reader dies in the accident instead of him. Clay and Justin support him.

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this, i listened to soooo many sad songs while writing this and idek how many times i watched my baby Jeff’s death scene and cried. Two of my friends read this and they cried. WE NEED TO PROTECT MY BABY, HE IS TOO PURE FOR THIS CRUEL WORLD

PLAYLIST

  • Saturn - Sleeping at last
  • If I die young - The band perry (iconic song in my opinion)
  • My immortal - Evanescence
  • People help the people - Birdy
  • Moments - One Direction 
  • The whole playlist for 13rw


Jeff’s POV

It was never supposed to happen this way. It should have been me! If that stupid stop sign wasn’t down and if I wasn’t drunk maybe things wouldn’t have ended this way.

*flashback* Y/N POV

As you got ready for the first party of the year, settling on a black romper and flats, you get a text from Jeff.

”be there by 20:30 x”

As you finished doing your hair, you heard your parents and who you presumed to be Jeff. As you walked into the kitchen it was as if he could sense your presence because he turned to you and flashed you a smile that was reserved only for you. You stood next to him and he wrapped his arm around your waist and pressed a loving kiss on your forehead. The drive to Jessica’s house was in a comfortable silence, with you humming to the tune of whatever song was on the radio and Jeff focusing on the road and having his hand resting on your leg.

You both stayed together for the duration of the party, as usual. You decided it was best that you not drink seeing that Jeff decided to play beer pong and someone will have to be the designated driver. You saw Clay and Hannah together and it looked like things were going well. Anyone could see that they liked each other if you paid enough attention. It seemed like the two were just waiting for the other to make the first move. Jeff was really doing a good deed by helping Clay, and from what you’ve heard, Hannah deserves happiness after everything the people at this school has put her through.

It was getting late, so you decided it be best that you and Jeff leave before he gets too drunk, knowing that he will regret it tomorrow morning. As you drove, Jeff filled the silence, “We should go for breakfast tomorrow”, he spoke. You smiled at him, “How about lunch? I don’t think your hangover is going to let you leave bed before 10″, you looked at him and laughed. But you were cut short by the sound of screeching tyres and crash, and everything suddenly went black.

You could hear a voice scream your name, no wait two voices. “y/n wake up, baby please just move, open your eyes. Do something so i know you’re okay please.” Jeff. “Jeff we have to get you out!” said the second voice. “NO! She needs to be okay Clay!” Clay, it’s Clay. You tried, you really tried to move but it was like you were stuck in cement. You wanted to just wrap your arms around Jeff and tell him that everything was going to be okay. That’s when you heard the sirens, the ambulance, Jeff still calling out your name. It pained you to hear him call and you not being able to do anything. It all sounded so distant, it sounded like it was happening miles away from the place you were. But what you heard next didn’t feel distant, it felt like it was being screamed into your ear. “Driver, female, late teens, time of death: 00:26.″

*present* Jeff’s POV

It’s been three days. Three days since I lost her. As I walk into school, everyone looks at me with sympathy and there’s road safety posters plastered everywhere. Are you fucking kidding me? “follow the rules of the road”, “road safety isn’t a joke.” Maybe if the fucking stop sign was up she would still be here. 

“Jeff, wait up”

“Clay, uh-hi”

“I’m not gonna ask how you’re holding up, but you’re my friend and I need to know if you’re gonna be okay at school.”

“I don’t know anymore, there was this part of me hoping she would be there waiting at my locker like she usually does, standing there with open arms ready to tell me it was all a nightmare and that she wouldn’t leave me.”

“Hey listen, everything becomes too much, just tell me and we can put our lessons on hold.”

“No, no don’t do that. She believed in me Clay, she always believed I would would get my grades up and play again and I can at least do that for her.”

“Jeff you know I’m always gonna be here okay? Just don’t do anything you’ll regret, just talk to me okay?”

“yeah thanks Clay”

*2 months later*

She would be proud, y/n would be proud. I got my grades up and coach is going to let me play again. I just wish she was her to see this. “And now stepping up to the plate, Liberty High’s golden boy has returned, Jeff Atkins!”

As I walked onto the field I felt like everything was coming together. I took my position, ready to use all my built up anger and frustration and hit the ball. That’s when I heard it, I looked into the crowd to see where that voice came from but no one was there. I shook it off and got into position again, then there she was, the biggest smile and cheering me on from “her spot” in the crowd and i froze, the bat falling to my feet as i stood there staring at the place she would always stand during my games.

“Jeff! hey man what happened? you good?” someone said as they placed their hand on my shoulder, forcing me to move my gaze from the crowd. “She was there, I heard her voice and I thought I saw her Justin.” “Jeff she’s not there, I’m sorry.” “She was always at my games, she wouldn’t miss any of them. She was my lucky charm.” “Jeff there’s something you need to know about the night of the accident. I-uh Hannah said something after she died, but I can’t say anything. Sheri is the only one who can tell you what really happened that night….”


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andreil: flower shop au
  • okay so andrew and neil are neighbors right and neil has two cats that almost never stay in when he’s not home
  • so they’ll wander around the street and everyone knows they belong to that short guy with angry red hair who lives with another much taller cheery guy
  • anyway people are okay with the ugly cats wandering into their yards and chilling and just having fun with other pets
  • but there’s one neighbor who is getting Tired of this shit

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Back to the Future: Part 1

Summary: Imagine getting sent to the future and making love with future Cas. Imagine coming back home and finding out you’re pregnant.

Pairing: Cas x reader

Word Count: 3.5k (YAY ME)

Warnings: brief descriptions of smut, language, angst, pregnancy, a cliffhanger ending bc im an asshole

A/N: so regular Dean is just called Dean and future Dean is called future Dean BC LOGIC IS AWESOME hahaha.

also, welcome to a new series, my friends! should be a wild n fun time :-) feedback is so greatly appreciated!

Originally posted by savingpeoplegiffingthings

You blinked slowly, your eyes squinting open as you took in your new surroundings. It looked like you were in some kind of…shack?

With a groan, you tried to sit up, and that’s when you realized that your hands were cuffed to a chair. You turned to your left and saw Dean in the same exact situation as you, and you knew this wasn’t looking too good.

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What Just Happened

(Jughead x Reader)

Summary: You and Jughead have been at each others throats for years. But after a drunken night you barely remember, you’re left confused on where your relationship stands.

Word Count: 1,616

Warnings: language, mentions of sex, drinking(?)

A/N: I just really love a good love/hate relationship and haven’t seen many Jughead x reader versions, so I made my own. (I also didn’t proof read it so let me know if there are any mistakes) Please send feedback! Constructive criticism is appreciated! :)

Part Two

Originally posted by marorra

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Boat drinks, boys in the band ordered boat drinks. Visitors scored on the home rink. Everything seems to be wrong. I’mma do a mashup, keep going – lately and I said what about newspaper mentioned cheap air fare breakfast at tiffany’s she said I think I remember the film I’ve got to fly to Saint Somewhere and as I recall, I think closing time we both kinda liked it I’m close to bodily harm time for you to go out to the places you will be from and I said well that’s one thing we got you guys are ruining it. Keep going, this is super. Twenty degrees closing time and the hockey game’s on you don’t have to go home but you can’t this is a nightmare sync, you’re ruining it stay you’re ruining everything here Nobody cares no you’re doing great they are way too far gone AND I SAID WHAT ABOUT people are not going to be able to isolate this BREAKFAST AT CLOSING TIME AND put it on YouTube BOAT DRINKS CAME IN. I’m gonna start over. I’m gonna start over. If you keep going, I’m gonna start over. Okay. Okay. YOU DON’T HAVE TO GO HOME Twenty degrees and the BUT YOU CAN’T hockey game’s STAY on HERE. Nobody cares BOAT DRINKIN’ they’re all way too far gone BOAT DRINKIN’ I’m just gonna edit this out. Start again right now – okay – BOAT DRINKIN’ BOAT DRINKIN’ boat okay, here we go drinkin’ Twenty degrees BOAT DRINKS and the hockey game’s on let’s do a round BOAT DRINKS BOAT DRINKS BOAT DRINKS boys in the BOAT DRINKS I’d like to go where the pace of life’s boys in the band slow with the boat drinks you’re ruining it BOAT DRINKS BOAT DRINKS boys people love my singing, and you’re in the band ruining it for them JUSTIN FUCKIN’ WE’RE DOING A /ROUND/ Stop – stop singing DAH DAH DAH I’m gonna start all over Travis, shut up. Travis shut up. Boat drinks. I’m starting over this is the beginning again okay boys in the band ordered boat drinks. Boat drinks. Boat drinks. Boys in the band visitors scored on the ordered boat drinks home rinkboys in the band ordered boat drink it won’t sync up when you’re doing that, you’re ruining it. You’re ruining the song. No, we’re doing a round. Okay, okay. There’s no round. Try it again. It won’t sync properly. You’re just making bad audio. Okay, okay. Okay here we go. Boat drinks. Boat drinks. Boys in the – I’m gonna start again. Boat drinks. No I’m trying to do an echo. Boat drinks. It’s not gonna sync, it’s gonna sound like garbage. Starting again. Boat drinks drinks drinks drinks boat drinks Boys in the band ordered boat drinks boat drinks drinks drinks don’t use it too early [off-key] visitors scored on the home rink everything seems to be wrong fine Rob, just fine fine isolate them out for the rest of it. I’ll just take off my headphones, that’s fine. Twenty degrees TWENTY DEGREES AND TRAVIS WE CAN SAY WHATEVER THE FUCK WE WANT and the hockey game’s on HA HA HA Nobody cares hey everybody, Jimmy Buffet they’re too far gone SUCKS screaming ‘boat drinks’ somethin’ JUSTIN’S PILOTED BY FART SPERM JIMMY BUFFETT IS A something to keep them all warm GARBAGE ARTIST He’s a fartist! Nobody can hear that. Go print out a Buffet song lyrics chart I’d like to go where the and go throw it in the fuckin’ garbage pace of life’s slow, could you beam me somewhere, Mr. Scott? I’m gonna put all of Jimmy Buffett’s songs on a jump drive and flush it down the toilet any old place here on [laughing] Earth or in space ah, Justin, can you hear this? You pick the century and I’ll pick the spot. This is all fair use, Jimmy James. I know I should be leaving this climate I’ve got a verse but can’t rhyme it – ooh. What about Tuesday’s with Morrie? I gotta go where it’s warm. Alright now – now you guys can sing all of this part ‘cause we’re just gonna repeat great. Alright. I’m gonna skip the last verse, alright, here we go we’re just gonna repeat ‘I gotta go where it’s warm’. I gotta go where it’s warm. I gotta go where it’s warm. I gotta go where it’s warm. [Jimmy Buffet recording: boat drinks, boys in the band ordered boat drinks] Go, keep fuckin’ singing! Drinks. [Jimmy Buffet recording: visitors scored on the home rink] visitors scored on the home rink IS THAT IT? You’re doing great. Everything seems to be wrong. And resolve the chord progression. I’ve gotta go where it’s warm. And the end of the show. Boaaaat drinks. No, God. You resolved it. Boat drinks? Booooaaaa – please resolve it – ooooooaaaat driiiiiiinks. (whispering) boat drinks. My – my anxiety is through the fucking roof right now.

peachz-baby  asked:

hcs for bad boy tsun jungkook and his nerd jimin please. Like where they're dating but some people keep bothering JM because they think JM don't deserve JK and JK stand out abt it

//when they started dating everyone was really surprised. it wasn’t a common sight to see  jeon never-committed jungkook holding park book-worm jimin’s hand tightly.

//jeon is all cold faces, furrowed eyebrows and deathly glares. he usually gets into fights out and in school, despite everyone knowing they shouldn’t mess with him. he has like a fan club? more like ‘we are your friends bc we are afraid you will beat us to death :D’ and the typical ‘his mysterious aura is so hot pls jungkook marry me’.

//park is all gentle smiles and caring heart. he’s usually reserved, sits put at the front of the classroom and pays attention to the teacher. he’s nice and friendly, almost literally everyone is friends with him.
park and jeon are totally opposites.

//despite that, jungkook found himself attracted by jimin’s smiles and kind gestures. jungkook will not admit it, but jimin got him wrapped around his cute little fingers since that fateful day in which jungkook was staying behind at detention, forced to stack books to their right place and jimin offered his help.
“I practically live here, so i know every book’s place.”
the rest of the week jungkook spent all his afternoons in the library not giving a living shit he was confined into such awful place, because jimin’s smile and company was worth it.

//it took jungkook three months of awkward flirting and disguised dates (”hey jimin let’s go get ice cream after class” “ugh why?” “there’s a promo, if u go with your boy– your friend u can eat more ice cream so let’s go” “oh…ok”) for them to officially become a couple.

//jungkook accompanies jimin to his classes, hands held tight and cheeks tinted red.
“See you later jiminnie.”
“what? no kiss?” says jimin with a tiny pout that makes jungkook almost coo out loud. jungkook gives in to his boyfriend’s cuteness and pecks his cheek.
“no silly, not in the cheek.” mumbles jimin but before jungkook has the time to refuse “because ugh no it’s embarrassing, you are so needy” jimin pulls him in by his collar and their lips press together. it’s short and cute and jungkook internally wishes it would last longer.

//jungkook’s grades improve slightly and when his teachers ask he just shrugs his shoulders, but jimin knows better. he knows jungkook is putting in effort to do good because he wants to impress him (”hey jimin help me with this” “what? you wanna study math?” “It’s not that i want to but since we spend so much time here together i might just do something to not get bored” “You know you can leave if you want….” “Nah, its ok…who’s gonna make sure you don’t drown in your books if i leave….” “aww jungkookie, you worried?” “shut up….”)

//jimin is the first and only one who rode jungkook’s motorcycle. and also the only one jungkook has lent his favorite leather jacket to “so you stop complaining you are cold…..hearing u sniffling all the time it’s annoying”

//jungkook brings him a flower from his grandma’s garden every day. jimin always smiles and kisses him for the gift. if jungkook holds him in place so the kiss lasts longer none of them make the effort to point it out.

//people speak about them, and it crushes a little jimin’s heart when he hears girls on the corridor whisper how they aren’t going to last (“jungkook is not one to commit, his relationships never last more than a month”) or how jimin, despite being everyone’s friend because of his gentle nature “is not enough nor worth of Jungkook’s time”. He just endures it, because he knows they are just jealous, and even if jungkook tries to look annoyed half the time jimin knows he cares about him, it shows in the little details.

//“don’t mind them” says jungkook squeezing jimin’s hand with his own. Jimin turns his head back to him, now focused on jungkook instead of the group of guys gossiping about them. “they can talk whatever they want.”
“even if they say you don’t love me? or that I’m not good enough for you?”
“yeah,” replies jungkook, gentle smile on his lips -the one he reserves only for jimin. “because as long as you are aware of my feelings i don’t need to prove myself to those idiots.”
“I know…. i know you like me-”
“no jiminnie, I love you”

Tainted Love (part 6)

Summary: Soulmates are supposed to be a wonderful thing, that is until you find out who your soulmate is. You guessed it, Lance “The Fucker” Tucker.

Pairing: Lance x Reader

Warnings: insecure Lance

A/N: I’m so happy I finally have no more writers block for this damn fic! I hope you’re enjoying it!

It had been a good 5 days since Lance stood you up. You still didn’t understand why he didn’t show up. You were so excited to be going on the date with him. You hadn’t even known the man for more than two weeks and he’s already breaking your heart.

“He didn’t show up?” Hope repeats what you had just said.

“Yup.” you say as you pour yourself a glass of apple juice. “I got all dressed up and everything. I was excited to be going on a date with him. I thought he could be different. I should’ve listened to you.”

“That’s weird.” she murmured.

“What is?”

“He came by the gym on Thursday and asked me and Ben if we could help him. He wanted us to tell him how to dress and how to act. I guess he didn’t want to fuck up the date.” she explained.

You sigh. “Well he did.” your eyes began to swell with tears as you remember last night. You waited for him, you texted him and nothing. “I can’t believe I actually thought he liked me I just-”

You stop speaking and let out a small sob. “Oh no, no, no, no Y/N don’t start crying. He’s an asshole.”

“I know It’s just - there has to some explanation. He’s my soulmate. There has to be a reason why out of everyone else, he’s my soulmate.” you sit down on the couch and sigh. “Maybe he had a long day and he took a nap and left his phone on silent.”

“Stop making excuses for him.”

“I’m not I’m just trying to be reasonable. He’s not just an asshole, Hope. I think that’s a front.”

“Doubt it.” she scoffed.

“There has to be a reason..” you mutter. “Hope, where does Lance live?”

“What? How the fuck would I know?”

“I know you know.”

“I’m not telling you either way.”

ou throw your head back. “C’mon.”

“No.”

“C’moooonnnn.”

“No Y/N.”

“Fine.” you huff. “I’ll just sit here and soak in my sadness… it’s not fair that everyone gets to be with their soulmate but I can’t. And now-”

“Alright shut the fuck up, you’re annoying me.” Hope cut you off. “Be ready in fifteen minutes and when I say be ready, I mean be outside your apartment building.” and with that, she hung up.

Not wanting to waste any time, you quickly pull your shoes on along with a jacket. Wearing a spaghetti strap and gym shorts was fine, right? You shrug and grab your phone, heading downstairs to wait for Hope.

When you got there, she was already waiting for you. You get in her car and put your seatbelt on. “I thought you said fifteen minutes? You got here in ten.”

“Yeah I know, decided to come early. I was gonna wait five minutes for you and if you didn’t get down here in time I was gonna leave.” she says as she drives off. “Because you take forever to get dressed.”

“Well not today.”

She glances over at you, taking in your appearance. “I can see that. Gym shorts? Really? That just screams ‘fuck me right now’.”

“You would know that, wouldn’t you?”

Hope scowled. “I’ll have you know that I’ve only fucked three people.”

“Today.”

The blonde slapped your arm.


Hope pulled up to an apartment building and parked. You look over at her, giving her a confused look. Where were you? “Second floor, apartment 24A. Go, I’ll be back in like an hour, two if I’m feeling nice.”

“Is this…” you trail off and she nods.

“I don’t like him but whatever makes you happy. Also, the only reason I know where he lives is because I had to pass him Maggie’s file.”

You smile. “Thanks Hope.”

“Yeah, yeah now get the fuck outta my car.”

You laugh and get out, watching Hope back up before she hauled ass down the road. Shaking your head you turn towards the building and sigh. It’s now or never, right? You walk up the stairs to the second floor and strut down the hallway, looking at each door. 20A. 21B. 22A. 23B. 24A.

Lance’s apartment was on the left side and you take a deep breath before knocking three times. You wait patiently but there was no answer so you began knocking again. It wasn’t until you heard a faint “yeah, yeah I’m comin’.” that you stopped.

Lance pulled the door open, his eyes glued to his wallet as he fished out some money. “How much is it again?” he looks up at you and surprise struck his face. You were the last person he thought would be at his door. He thought you hated him. “Shit Y/N, I thought you were the pizza man.”

“Obviously I’m not.” you don’t know when you crossed your arms but they were crossed.

The both of you stood there in awkward silence before Lance cleared his throat. “Uh, come in.”

He stepped aside and you enter his apartment. To your right there was his living room which was spotless and right in front of you was the kitchen which was also spotless. There was a door next to the kitchen which you assumed was his room since his infamous jacket was hanging on it.

“At the end of the hallway is a bathroom so if you need to go it’s over there.” Lance says, pointing over to your left. You nod and notice another door. Does he have a roommate? As if he heard your thoughts, he nods his head over to the door. “That’s like a storage room, I guess you could say. The only apartments available were two bedroom ones.”

Again, you nod and look around. The apartment was nicely decorated. You expected it to be… bland. Lance licks his lips and looks at you. “Do you want anything to drink?”

“No thank you.” You watch Lance walk over to the fridge and pour himself a glass of water. After drinking it he rounded the counter to stand in front of you.

“So.. uh.. what’re you doing here?” he questioned.

You scoff. “Do you really not know why I’m here?”

Lance frowned. “Is it about the date?”

You nod. “I’m just going to get this over with.” You say, running your fingers through your hair. Lance takes this time to look at you. A spaghetti strap and gym shorts? Oh man he could only imagine how it would feel to have your thighs clench around his head as he- “Why didn’t you show up?”

Lance blinks twice, coming back to reality. “Huh?”

“Why didn’t you show up? Were you with another girl that night?” you questioned. You sounded like a jealous girlfriend but you didn’t care.

“No!”

“Is that why you never answered my calls or texts? What about these past five days? Why haven’t you replied to me? Is there someone else? Did you blow me off because you don’t do the dating thing? I need answers, Lance. I need to know if I’m wasting my time or not. I know when we were younger you wanted nothing to do with me but I thought maybe you felt different now that we’ve met.” You spoke.

“No, I’m not seeing anyone right now. I haven’t been with anyone these past five days.” He tells you and you nod. You’re about to continue speaking when a girl emerged from his room.

“I finally found it. Thanks for not helping me you a-” she turns to the both of you, eyes drifting to you then to Lance.

You scoff. “You haven’t been with anyone these past five days?” Lance stays silent. “Unbelievable. I can’t believe I actually thought you had feelings for me. Hope was right, I should’ve just stayed away from you.”

You start walking to the door but Lance grabs your hand. “Woah, wait! Let me explain!”

“Explain what? That you weren’t actually interested in me? That you were probably with some chick Friday night? Honestly Lance-“

“Y/N would you just shut the fuck up and let me speak!” he cut you off and you freeze upon hearing his outburst. “Shit, sorry Y/N I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. Just, please let me explain everything.”

You only nod. Lance lets out a sigh. “She doesn’t mean anything to me. The only reason she’s here is to get her jacket that she left here three weeks ago. We didn’t even know three weeks ago, you can’t get mad at that.”

“Okay.”

“Fuck you, Lance!” the girl exclaimed as she made her way to the door.

“Why the fuck are you still here?” he glared at her as she left but not before showing him her middle finger.

Lance runs his fingers through his hair and sighs. “Anyways, where was I…”

“You were gonna tell me why you blew me off Friday night.”

Lance frowns. “Right.. I uh… I got insecure.”

You scoff. “You got insecure? Lance, that is by far the worst-“

“I’m not lying.” He cut you off. “I went down to the gym Thursday and asked Hope for some help. I didn’t want to fuck up the date and since she’s your best friend she knows what you like and what you don’t. So, when I asked her to help me she said that I shouldn’t even go because I was gonna fuck the date up no matter what. She said the only thing I was gonna do was break your heart because it’s the only thing I’m good at and she’s right. You deserve someone much better than me. I’m a fuck up. I already fucked up.”

You scowl. You were going to murder Hope for saying such things. “I know I probably deserve someone better than you but does it look like I care? I can look after myself, Lance. You’re my soulmate for fucks sake. There’s a reason for that. You didn’t even give us a try before you decided you were no good. I don’t know why this one time you listened to Hope when you never do.”

Lance raked his fingers through his hair and you continued. “Why won’t you give us a try?”

He sighed. “Because I really like you and I’m afraid I’m gonna screw shit up. I’ve never been in an actual relationship. I wouldn’t know what to do. I’m so used to sleeping around, no strings attached but-“ he paused. “My friends in high school who already met their soulmates would tell me how great it was and how complete they felt. Even now I stumble across people who feel that way and I always thought it was a load of bullshit. But after meeting you all that changed. I understand why everyone is so focused on finding their soulmate because fuck Y/N it’s the best feeling in the world.

“I want to be with you more than anything in the world. You’re so sweet and so kind and just the complete opposite of me and I’m fucking terrified that I’m going to do something so fucked up and ruin you and I don’t want to do that. I’m afraid I’m gonna hurt you so bad to the point where you hate me and fucking hell that crushes me.”

He’s in tears by now. You’d never thought you’d ever see Lance crying but here he was right in front of you with tears streaming down his face.

“And now I’m crying like a fucking idiot, making myself look even more stupid than I already do.” He sniffled and wiped his face with the back of his hand.

You take a couple steps forward, closing the gap between the two of you as you hugged him. “I knew that whole asshole thing was just a façade.” This makes Lance chuckle as he calmed down from crying. “You can’t help what you feel. You’re only human. It’s okay to cry and it’s okay to be fearful but you can’t let it stop you from being happy.”

“I’m sorry for blowing you off.”

“It’s fine, Lance.”

“No it’s not.” He pulls away so that he can look at you. “Let me take you on a date. I’ll show up this time.”

“We don’t have to rush into anything just yet. We can just-“

“I wanna take you out on a date.”

“Are you sure? We don’t have to-”

Lance sniffled. “Please?”

You smile. “Alright, Lance. I’ll let you take me on a date.”

“Thank you.” He presses a kiss to your cheek. “Since you’re already here how about we go to my room so I can take these pretty little shorts off you.”

He tugs at your shorts and you swat his hand away, laughing. “Lance!”

The mood shifted from serious to playful and Lance giggled. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Let’s watch a movie or something while we wait for the pizza man to get here. He should’ve been here like… twenty minutes ago.”


A/N: AHHHHHHH I’M FINALLY DONE. I STAYED UP UNTIL 6 IN THE MORNING TO FINISH THIS FOR YOU GUYS SO TELL ME WHAT YA THINK! I’M GONNA GO TO BED NOW BC I’M TIRED AS HELLAND I’LL FIX ANYMISTAKES L8TER. PEACE OUT.

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“Care for You”  Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 1,534

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: You’re a quiet, observant person who doesn’t talk much, a lot like Daryl, which made you take a liking to him from the beginning. You’ve never actually held a conversation with anyone, so when you defend Daryl one day by yelling at Shane, the entire group is surprised.

Warnings: Mentions of death, language, super slight fluff, angst

Originally posted by lifedeathandlovefromstankonia


You watch him as he walks back from the field, covered in dirt, his crossbow behind his shoulder. You know he has to be utterly exhausted from being out there all day- he got up the same time the sun did, and left only a few minutes afterwards. It’s sunset, and he’s only just now coming back.

Daryl Dixon. You’ve never met a man quite like him. When he and his group came onto your farm, you took interest in him immediately. You’re a quiet person- you don’t talk much, not even to your own family. You’ve always been introverted and preferred being alone than being with other people. This certainly didn’t change once this new group showed up here, but rather enhanced it.

This personality trait of yours became helpful after a while. Being a quiet and stand-offish person made you observant. You noticed that Daryl has a rough demeanor. He doesn’t talk much (but if he does, it’s usually a rude comment) and he typically keeps to himself. He pretends as if the only thing he cares about is himself, and is rude to anyone who says otherwise. But, you also noticed another side of him. The side that he thinks that no one knows about. The side that cares.

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friend: doesn’t reply to my message for the first time ever

me, splitting: this is how it always starts when someone wants to leave me haha they hate me they’re never gonna talk to me again this is the start of the end

dexter starters ( showtime’s dexter s2ep2.)

  • “ i finally get a chance to kill and i can’t do it.”
  • “ and now all my secrets are floating to the surface.”
  • “ how did i lose it? how do i find it again?”
  • “ how can i solve a crime when i can’t even solve what’s wrong with me?”
  • “ has a nice ring to it, no?”
  • “ last thing ___ needs is another serial killer.”
  • “ why don’t you take a picture? it’ll last longer.”
  • “ what would i do without you?”
  • “ grandma really talks like that?”
  • “ you get the point. right, bitch?”
  • “ fucking people don’t want our help.”
  • “ this stuff never gets to you?”
  • “ i’m more of a cry on the inside kinda guy.”
  • “ what? i’m so over that.”
  • “ just… prove it to me.”
  • “ it’s like you’re just fucking with me.”
  • “ couldn’t pick a worse time, right?”
  • “ hey, how about you take off? let me handle this.”
  • “ i couldn’t let you do that.”
  • “ i owe you.”
  • “ i can’t even go there.”
  • “ this one’s on us, man.”
  • “ i have to focus. tune everything out.”
  • “ timing could be better.”
  • “ … oh. it’s you.”
  • “ who else you got following you?”
  • “ go ahead. try it. i’ve been waitin’.”
  • “ this neighborhood? it’s full of crazies. i’d lock my doors.”
  • “ bathroom’s all yours.”
  • “ we ran outta glasses?”
  • “ come on, give it a chance.”
  • “ sweetie, what’s the matter?”
  • “ what kind of weird?”
  • “ no. no, calm was what i was 35 minutes ago. pissed is what i am now.”
  • “ hey! who want’s eggos? i got blueberry, or chocolate. or both.”
  • “ assholes! they did everything but help.”
  • “ which assholes were you talking to?”
  • “ i didn’t ask for your help, or your advice.”
  • “ i’ll never understand how people deal with death. why they can’t just… put it in it’s place.”
  • “ not exactly ideal in the element of surprise department.”
  • “ i have to find a new way to dispose of the body.”
  • “ you totally douched me in there.”
  • “ you clocked a guy in a bar who touched your arm…“
  • “ well, thank you for the fucking vote of confidence.”
  • “ hey. just visualize that door of opportunity opening up wide for you, bro, and just walk right through it.”
  • “ you keep up with this woo-woo shit, imma walk right through you.”
  • “ that come with a story?”
  • “ well, you should be more careful, amigo.”
  • “ they had to bring in outside talent. which would be moi.”
  • “ bet this guy never expected his work to see in the light of day.”
  • “ i bet you’re right.”
  • “ still, it can’t be easy to hide a body nowadays.”
  • “ you shittin’ me?”
  • “ hypothetical: how do you make sure disposed body stay disposed?”
  • “ don’t all those run the risk of contact with the outside world?”
  • “ you got a better idea?”
  • “ there is no such thing as the perfect crime. not in my experience, anyway.”
  • “ well, we have something in common.”
  • “ miss me?”
  • “ i need to clear the decks… and my head.”
  • “ they, uh… ate my puppy.”
  • “ you may have to get closer than you like.”
  • “ i’m doin’ enough damage on my own.”
  • “ that was a yes. sounded like a no, but… yeah.”
  • “ you scared the shit outta me.”
  • “ how you doin’?”
  • “ don’t! you fuckin’ asked… so, how am i doing? i’m just fine.”
  • “ come on, don’t get the shakes now. this is no time for performance anxiety.”
  • “ i’ve been waitin’ for you.”
  • “ come out, come out, wherever you are!”
  • “ what the hell is wrong with me?”
  • “ it’s okay, i got you.”
  • “ don’t leave me! please, don’t leave me!”
  • “ want me to knock out some doors? or maybe some heads?”
  • “ what fucking asshole left this here?”
  • “ it’s ‘special agent’ fucking asshole.”
  • “ frankly, you’re more of a leader than a team-player.”
  • “ i’m not convinced you play well with others.”
  • “ i feel like a jigsaw-puzzle missing a piece.”
  • “ i’ve been calling you for hours.”
  • “ i kinda pulled an all nighter.”
  • “ it’s, uh… it’s taking me to places i never thought i’d go.”
  • “ he was such a destructive force. why can’t you just put him behind you?”
  • “ i’m just gonna make you late.”
  • “ dammit, ___!  i need you there too.”
  • “ you have no idea what this feels like.”
  • “ can’t wait to get another door slammed in my face.”
  • “ that’s it. put that out into the universe, alright?”
  • “ look on the bright side. comically, we’re batting a thousand.”
  • “ please, don’t shoot me, miss/mister.”
  • “ if i believed in god. if i believed in sin… this is the place where i’d be sucked straight to hell… if i believed in hell.”
  • “ i’m so sorry for your loss.”
  • “ i’m not sorry.”
  • “ you’re still here.”
  • “ i killed you.”
  • “ no. you just took my life.”
  • “ so how do i make you go away?”
  • “ i’m not like them.”
  • “ now, if it helps, i can tell you it’s not your fault, what you did to me.”
  • “ i’m not human.”
  • “ no. you’re just fucked up.”
  • “ you think it’s as simple as that?”
  • “ excuse me, i opened this by mistake.”
  • “ today it is all about the win. i think we really should enjoy this.”
  • “ i really appreciate your support.”
  • “ it was simple, really.”
  • “ all i had to do was put myself into the mind of a killer. hardly a stretch.”
  • “ trust me, you’re not going anywhere this time.”
  • “ who the fuck are you?”
  • “ that kind of talk is just gonna bring you closer to your victims.”
  • “ no, maybe you didn’t do the deed, but the blood is on your hands.”
  • “ a lot of blood is on your hands.”
  • “ why do you care about these people?”
  • “ why are you doing this to me?”
  • “ i’m not so much doing this to you as i’m doing it for me.”
  • “ you leave pain wherever you go.”
  • “ you kill me, what do you leave behind?”
  • “ look at that, steady as a surgeon.”
  • “ this kill was just the first of the loose ends i needed to tie off.”
  • “ i need to see you.”
  • “ i’m just dropping somebody off, can it wait?”
  • “ a shoe? you wanted to see me about a shoe?”
  • “ i didn’t have a lot to hope for until i met you.”
  • “ you gave me something to believe in when i didn’t even believe in myself.”
  • “ it’s not your fault.”
  • “ it was totally an act of impulse.”
  • “ what are you trying to say, that you planned on acting on impulse?”
  • “ that’s where you disappeared to at all hours of the night like clark fucking kent.”
  • “ if the eyes are the window to the soul, then grief is the door. as long as it’s closed, it’s the barrier between knowing and not knowing. walk away from it and it stays closed forever. but open it, and walk through it, and pain becomes truth.”
  • “ i’ve been preparing for this my entire life.”
  • “ it’s annoying, isn’t it?”
  • “ i’m not taking the bait.”
  • “ you’re up late.”
  • “ you don’t need to do this. you don’t need to do this now.”
  • “ temporary insanity.”
  • “ you’re right. i smell like a fucking sewer.”
  • “ i had to say goodbye in order to reconnect with what’s really important. with who i was.”
  • “ rest in peace… i am.”
Promise

No pairing, Jared x Jensen friendship

Request: Concept: Jared and Jensen having conversations like ours. Do you think that’s a thing? - @wayward-girl

Word Count: 779

Warnings: general mental health issues, mention of past depression and anxiety, minor anxiety attack, SO many J2 friendship feels

A/N: So, @wayward-girl and I have talked every single day for the past month (plus), and every single night, I ask her to promise me we’ll talk tomorrow. I won’t go much farther into detail, but just know that if we were Jared and Jensen, this is pretty much exactly how it would go.

*Dialogue in italics signals a text message.


Originally posted by the-winchester-cult

3am. Jared should’ve been fast asleep, but he wasn’t. He was laying in bed, staring at the ceiling of his apartment bedroom in Vancouver, mind scrambling with thoughts - thoughts he couldn’t put together. He just needed to talk to someone, anyone.

Jensen.

Jared grabbed his phone from his nightstand and rolled onto his side, typing out a message to his best friend and costar.

“You got a minute?” 

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Bioshock Infinite Sentence Starters

 A mix of things said in the BIOSHOCK INFINITE games.

❝ I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. ❞
❝ Are you going to just sit there? ❞
❝ You expect me to shoulder the burden? ❞
❝ Not all debts can be repaid. ❞
❝ I’m not busting down any doors. ❞
❝ I know why you’ve come. ❞
❝ I know how it ends. ❞
❝ I’d greatly appreciate it if you would assist. ❞
❝ One day, a man came to you and offered you a chance at redemption. ❞
❝ Stop it. Will you stop it!? ❞
❝ I’m not here to hurt you. ❞
❝ Who are you?  ❞
❝ I never find that as satisfying as I’d imagined. ❞
❝ Are you real? ❞
❝ Feats of wonderment are at the tips of your fingers. ❞
❝ I’m real enough. ❞
❝ You don’t want to be here when he gets here. ❞
❝ Bring us the girl, and wipe away the debt. ❞
❝ This will end in blood. ❞
❝ It always ends in blood. ❞
❝ You killed those people. ❞
❝ I can’t believe you did that. ❞
❝ You’re a monster! ❞
❝ What did you think was gonna happen? ❞
❝ You think people like that are just gonna let you walk away? ❞
❝ What am I? ❞
❝ It’s a bad place. ❞
❝ From here on, it’s only gonna get worse. ❞
❝ I’m not you. ❞
❝ What about me? ❞
❝ Did I ever even have a choice? Did you? ❞
❝ I will never escape it. ❞
❝ It’s like a wheel of blood spinning round and round. ❞
❝ You’ve come to wipe your slate clean. ❞
❝ Time will walk backwards before you find redemption. ❞
❝ Some sins can’t be forgiven. ❞
❝ The deal is off. You hear me? ❞
❝ It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t do anything. ❞
❝ Leave me alone. Can’t you just leave me alone!? ❞
❝ I heard you screaming. ❞
❝ I was coming to get you. ❞
❝ Put the gun down. ❞
❝ I don’t understand. ❞
❝ I never should have left you. ❞
❝ Shut down the machine. ❞
❝ What are the odds? ❞
❝ We’re not animals, you know? ❞
❝ Please just don’t leave me here. ❞
❝ We’ve got nothing but time. ❞

Woman

Summary: So I was listening to ‘Woman’ by Harry Styles and it kind of inspired me to write this. It’s terrible so I am open to some feedback! 

Warnings: Smut (light), cursing, drinking, dancing, jealous! Dean, 

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Originally posted by sensitivehandsomeactionman


Dean’s POV

Sam, (Y/N), and I all walked into a live music bar and (Y/N) immediately decided to take a few shots. “I really want to dance, Sam?” Sam smiled, “No thanks (Y/N), I think I’m good. No one needs to see me dance. I’m like a dad at a barbeque.” She tilted her head back and laughed. Then she looked at me with her eyebrow cocked, “Dean?” I knocked back another shot and shrugged, “okay I’ll meet you out there.” She giggled and made her way through the crowd to dance. Before I left Sam alone at the table, I looked towards (Y/N)’s direction and watched her move her hips from left to right with her hands above her head. God this woman kills me everyday. 

 As I walked towards (Y/N), I noticed some guy had his hands on her hips moving along with her. I closed my lips shut and clenched my jaw, I planned on being the only one to touch her tonight and then here this prick was. I walked up and made eye contact with the kid, “okay I can take it from here thanks.” My face was stone solid and the kid immediately got the hint and walked away. (Y/N) turned around and put her hands around my neck. My face softened as I looked into her eyes, “hey stranger, took you long enough to get out here and join me.” I laughed, “well I was too busy noticing the way you were dancing.” 

 While we were dancing I kept noticing that dumbass looking over at me and (Y/N). I swear if he looks over here one more time, I’m gonna bash his face in. (Y/N) noticed me looking over at him and also noticed the guy also staring back. “Dean it isn’t worth it. Just leave it alone.” I clenched my jaw noticing the smirk on his face, so I pulled away from (Y/N). “What the fuck are you looking at genius?” He took a sip of his drink, “well I intend on bringing your girlfriend home with me tonight.” I scoffed, “Okay asshole,” then I threw the first punch which landed on his chin. Then he turned and threw another punch which landed straight to my nose, which caused it to start bleeding.

Readers POV

As soon as Dean went to go confront the dick that keeps staring at Dean and I, I immediately went to go find Sam, and I reached for his shoulder, “Sam, some guy was staring at Dean and I, he went to confront him.” That’s when I heard, “ Son of a bitch.” Sam shook his head and went to grab Dean. “Sammy not now,” Dean warned Sam, but noticing me standing behind Sam. “What the hell Dean?” I half yelled at him. Dean rolled his eyes, “I don’t like it when guys stare at you (Y/N). It kills me to think another man could be touching you.” Sam had left the room already and I stepped in front of my bleeding boyfriend, “Dean I don’t want anyone but you baby. I was just having some fun, I didn’t think you’d get so mad.” Dean exhaled, “I know, I’m sorry. I can be a dick sometimes.” I smiled at him, “yes you can be but don’t fight random guys cause they are being even bigger dicks, okay?” 

Sam, Dean, and I all went back to our separate hotel rooms. Dean was in bed before I was and when I slid in next to him wearing only his flannel and some underwear. Dean slid his hand around my wait and I turned to face him, “how’s your nose doing?” He smiled, “Sore.” I laughed, “you know, you actually kind of turned me on tonight.” Dean moved to get on top of me and ground his hips into mine, “Oh really?” I moaned, “mmhhmm.” Then he started kissing my neck and sucking on it every so often. All I could do was lay there and let the man continue his work. As he kissed down my body he looked up at me and I smiled at him, “God woman you are going to be the death of me.” 

° • ———— THE MIST SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ It wasn’t my fault! ’
’ I just want you to know that it’s okay… ’
’ I just want you to know that it’s okay… being scared. ’
’ And, well, if you need a friend, someone to talk too… ’
’ I have a friend. God, up above. ’
’ Don’t you condescend me. ’
’ You don’t mock me. ’
’ The day I need a friend like you, I’ll just have myself a little squat and shit one out. ’
’ That’s not what I was doing. ’
’ He’s/she’s a fucking kid. He’s/she’s supposed to be stupid. ’
’ What’s your excuse? ’
’ With lines like these, I don’t know how good it is. ’
’ I guess we’ll have to make do. ’
’ So… any boogeymen? ’
’ You got that kid killed, and I got his fucking blood on me! ’
’ We have to tell them. ’
’ We have to stop them from going outside. ’
’ We have to tell them. The people in the market. ’
’ They won’t believe us. ’
’ I’m not sure I believe it, and I was here. ’
’ What we saw was impossible. ’
’ You know that, don’t you? ’
’ What we saw was impossible. You know that, don’t you? ’
’ What do we say? How do we… convince them? ’
’ We gotta discuss how we’re going to stop that thing from getting in here. ’
’ What do you mean getting in? We shut the loading door. ’
’ Yeah, but the entire front of the store is plate glass. ’
’ You can’t convince some people there’s a fire even when their hair is burning. ’
’ Denial is a powerful thing. ’
’ What are you saying? What are you proposing? ’
’ If we all prepare… to meet our maker… ’
’ Oh, prepare to meet shit! ’
’ How about if your ass prepares to meet my size ten work boot! ’
’ The end of times has come. Not in flames, but in mist. ’
’ If you hit me again, if you dare, you’ll be on your knees. ’
’ You’ll be on your knees to me before this is through. ’
’ Now listen people. We are experiencing some kind of disaster. ’
’ I don’t know whether it’s man-made or natural. ’
’ I do know that it’s definitely not supernatural. ’
’ The only way we’re going to help ourselves is to seek rescue. ’
’ We’re going out. ’
’ I’m not discussing this any further. ’
’ I know. I just want to ask a favor. ’
’ Tie this around your waist. ’
’ It’ll let us know you at least got three hundred feet. ’
’ Sure there’s no way I can talk you out of this? ’
’ There’s nothing out there. Nothing in the mist. ’
’ What if you’re wrong? ’
’ I guess… the joke will be on me afterall. ’
’ You don’t have much faith in humanity, do you? ’
’ People are basically good; decent. ’
’ I can’t accept that. ’
’ Sure, as long as the machines are working and you can dial 911. ’
’ You throw people in the dark, you scare the shit out of them - no more rules. ’
’ I had you in school, didn’t I? ’
’ Like uh, how they… they thought that there were other dimensions. ’
’ You know, other… other worlds all around us. ’
’ Well maybe your window turned out to be a door. Isn’t it? ’
’ They must’ve ripped a hole through by accident. ’
’ That’s how their world keeps on spilling through into ours. ’
’ I didn’t understand half of it. ’
’ Well, we gave it a good shot. ’
’ Nobody can say we didn’t. ’
’ I really don’t want you running all over the place. ’
’ You gotta come look at… the boathouse smashed. ’
’ Well, you’re a local - any idea what they do up there? ’
‘ I’m sure you’ve heard the stories. ’
’ You know, real reliable stuff. ’
’ Motherfucker! Aw, shit! Motherfucker! Cocksucker! ’
’ We have Judas in our midst! ’
’ I wouldn’t have done that if there had been any other way. ’
’ Shut up, you miserable buzzard! ’
’ They do it in the Bible, don’t they? ’
’ Stoning people who piss you off is perfectly okay. ’
’ Welcome to Sesame Street, kids. Today’s word is ‘expiation’. ’
’ It appears we may have a problem of some magnitude. ’
’ What do you know about this mist? ’
’ I don’t know, man, I’ve got nothing to do with it. ’
’ How was I supposed to know what you meant? ’
’ You should’ve said what you meant better! ’
’ I’ll call the studio when the phones get back up. ’
’ What choice do they have? ’
’ How did you two always manage to make me laugh? ’
’ You have incredibly low standards. ’
’ Don’t go out there! There’s something in the mist! ’
’ You want me to report you? You want to lose your job? ’
’ Look, I’m gonna be taking down names, starting with you. ’
’ And in the mean time, shut the fuck up and listen. ’
’ As a species we’re fundamentally insane. ’
’ Why do you think we invented politics and religion? ’
’ We got you now, you sorry son of a bitch! ’
’ That’s what we get for not fixing that roof when we should’ve. ’
’ Well, you take that up with the Devil when you run into him. ’
’ You just chat it over at your leisure. ’
’ Want another reason to get the hell out of here? ’
’ I’d like to leave before people start drinking the Kool-Aid. ’
’ Put more than two of us in a room, we pick sides and start dreaming up reasons to kill one another. ’
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2x09 AND 2x10 THEORY (more just Malec)
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Personally I think Magnus and Alec fight in 2x09, maybe about Alec helping clary with dark magic, I don’t know. But I do think there’s going to be some tension between them (unfortunately) which is gonna cause either Alec to storm off, or be told to leave and go home by Magnus, ugh. So Alec definitely ends up in the institute which of course with Alec’s luck has a massive demon attack in 2x10. Somehow Magnus finds out, maybe Dot tell Valentines plans or something on clary’s phone that their both looking at, bc honestly Magnus looks crushed. Anyway Alec and Izzy, just assuming here, will be stuck in the institute. Magnus is gonna feel guilty and blame himself or others determining how mad or sad he is for making or cause Alec to leave, Inevitably putting him in danger…. so that sucks
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All in all the mid season finales gonna be a shit show that’s gonna make us cry and we need to be here for each other bc I’m not stable enough for this angst.
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PS: I so see Dot saying something on the lines of “you’ve changed” or “ who’s risking their life now for a shadowhunter” and I’m ok with it.

Thank the Chicken Man (Juice x Reader)

A/N. I love this beautiful bean. This one shot doesn’t mean that requests are open, or that I’m going to be churning things out regularly again (I know I suck I’m so sorry guys I’m just so swamped with school its a mess), but I have been inspired and have a few other things in the works that I’ll keep you posted on. Anyway, you guys know the drill, I don’t own anything except the plot, blah blah blah, including the above gif, as much as I wish I could own this beautiful man and some of his biker brothers. 

Alright guys, enjoy!


Juice rolled down the street, enjoying the purr of his bike beneath him, the wind in his face. He heard Bobby and Tig behind him, but as he sped up they fell behind. They knew the drill anyway. The Chicken Man was nervous about strangers and wouldn’t talk to anyone but Juice. Hearing other bikes would spook him.

Juice rolled up beside the blue van, which was parked rather conspicuously in the middle of a backroad, got off his bike and walked up to the window.

“Juan Carlos.” the Chicken Man nodded, head twitching to look around the lot. “May I assume the stimulants are in your backpack bag?”

“Yes Chicken.” Juice couldn’t hold back his smile. This was his favourite part, the shady deals. There was just something exhilarating about it, and he had to admit he enjoyed when he was able to do something like this the rest of the club couldn’t. “May I assume you have the cash?”

The man looked around nervously, giving another jerky nod. “Yes. Would you mind getting in? Talking this way makes me feel very conspicuous.”

Juice couldn’t hold back a laugh. “Sure thing man.” He opened the door and climbed into the passenger seat. “You’re a lunatic, you know tha–”

He saw something move behind him, a flash of white. “Shit!”

He elbowed the Mayan (not a Mayan, he realized distantly, but a guy from that gang they were patching over), in the face, but hands, too many hands, grabbed him roughly and dragged him back between the seats.

There was shouting behind him, but he was too busy bucking and twisting to hear them properly. His arms were wrenched above his head roughly, pinned in a way he couldn’t shake off, and a gloved hand clamped down over his mouth. He shouted anyway, kicking and bucking and twisting and strongly regretting leaving Bobby and Tig behind.

The man with the hand over his mouth leaned down, and Juice recognized the president of the other MC. “You tell Clay, my bullshit MC’s got some reach eh?”

A fist slammed into his face and his head snapped back, slamming into the floor of the van. Distantly, over the sounds of fists hitting his face, his own grunts of pain, and the blood rushing in his ears, he could hear the Chicken Man.

“I’m sorry Juan Carlos, but I’ve run up a bit of a tab with these Mexican fellows.”

Juice was very tempted to tell the dick what he thought of his apology, and where he could shove it, but he was a little busy. He lost track of how many times he got hit in the face, and then when he was too dazed to fight back anymore they moved down to his ribs. He noticed distantly that one of the guys behind him was tugging at his arms, and when he bucked against them the jackass behind him dislocated his shoulder. He screamed, or at least he let out a strangled groan, and something absolutely disgusting was shoved into his mouth. He was pretty sure it was a sock. If it hadn’t been in his mouth he probably would have thrown up. As it was he was pretty sure he was going to need to wash his mouth out with soap.

He got hit in the face again, and all thoughts of being sick were knocked from his head.

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