last 6 pages would just be same as it ever was over and over again

brutally honest descriptions of the mbti types based off my experiences with them via a very sleep deprived infp

enfp:

-commitment issues? haha i’ve never heard of those :))))

-will literally punch a toddler in the throat if they say they support trump

-so i took the mbti test 7 times and i got infp twice and entp once?? i don’t really know, because i kind of fit into the infj sterotypes more, but if you really think about it i’m kind of an enfj? but i also really relate to isfps, but then again i think i’m too opinionated and logical to be a feeler, so entp isn’t out of the question, but i also feel like the entj cognitive functions really fit m

-genuinely love animals and it’s so pure

-hi sorry for not replying, i was in prison :3 also i moved to norway lol

-actually just the 2007 taco xd random aesthetic irl

-“i just came up with another book plot” texts approximately every 2.3 hours

isfp:

-hi i’m melissa i’m a 23 year old art school dropout and i abuse prescription pills but it’s okay because i have 200 followers on my grunge aesthetic instagram account. rent me an apartment?

-(talking about veganism to someone at a party) i just don’t understand how anyone could put all of that stuff in their body :/ *bends down to snort a line of cocaine*

-actually really artistically talented but much like the infp they refuse to give themselves any credit for it

-my dream man is someone who goes to coachella with me, helps me align my charkas, takes sad candid pictures of me, is willing to backpack around europe with me and my philosophy class during the summer,

-*googles* why do i share a type with literally every indie musician that has ever breathed lol

-probably fucked your girl in the back of a vape shop

infj:

-if you manage to find one never let them go they are some of the best people you’ll ever meet

-huge harry potter nerds

-can manage to get you to spill out your entire life story to them with a concerned glance

-please actually care for yourself for once and a while literally you do everything for everyone else just take some time for yourself god dammit you deserve it

-CATS™

-could be literally the most talented person in the world but would never come close to admitting it

-hi i’m actually just jesus christ irl! nice to meet you :-)

intj:

-they know everything

-like seriously everything it’s kind of scary like calm down karl

- allows themselves to recognize exactly one (1) human emotion per year

-can read for hours on end without getting bored and genuinely loves learning

-are generally dicks tbh especially to the people they love the most

-wikipedia articles™

-they actually aren’t actually the emotionless robots tumblr seems to display them as, they are actually extremely emotional in my experience and tend to get offended/upset easily and over small things

-sci-fi, cats, and machines > humans

-superiority complex™

-cute when they aren’t busy throwing tantrums/crushing the souls of their enemies

esfj:

-hi i’m martha, i’m 32 years young, i like long walks by the beach, yoga, and judging my neighbors for not mowing their lawn :-)  

-tend to be extra™ parents and their kids can either turn out complete emotional wreck assholes because they’ve never been disciplined or the happiest child you’ll ever meet, there is no in between

-they may be complete snakes and have never came up with an original idea in their entire life but boy can they make a killer chicken parmesan

-kind of comforting in a mother-like sense when they aren’t busy being judgmental dicks

-will clean your entire house for you on a whim

infp:

-wow i love being an infj :)) top 1% haha :))

-will literally develop a crush on someone because they say they know what tumblr is

-find purpose in writing/creating in general

-ending toxic relationships?? haha what’s that??? :))

-constantly switches between their “you can’t control me it isn’t a phase mom go away >:(( my chemical pilots at the disco saved me xd i will literally punch a baby fuck the system i’m 2cool4school” persona and their “i’m such a smol bean :3 save all the animals <333 i love pretty girls and dogs :))” persona

-“can i txt you back in like 15 mins i’m having an emotional breakdown lol”

-actually genuinely empathetic and creatively gifted but gives themself credit for none of it

-intelligent but fails classes because their teacher said something that went against their morals

-playing the victim? never heard of it! :))

-secretly just meme hoarders

-attention whores tbh i won’t even deny it

-o v e r d r a m a t i c

entp:

-hi it’s 6 fucking am and everyone just wants to go back to sleep or die or both but i’m gonna start an argument with the professor over the origin of tangerines for no apparent reason

-*googles* how to permanently get rid of my fe in 5 simple steps

-follow my meme page xd

-so what if i love my dog more than i do myself and my entire family?

-this conversation is boring me i’m gonna go chug a bottle of vodka and binge bill nye the science guy™ peace out

-have low self-esteems but compensate through obscure dark web conspiracy theories at 3 in the morning

-shirley i didn’t call you back because you’re a fake ass bitch not because i didn’t like your lasagna at the block party

estp:

-why do i keep physically abusing my crush lol

-and why do i keep yelling i can’t even stop at this point someone please send help

-they love food more than they do themselves

-fuckboys™

-hi welcome to my prank youtube channel :3

-the type of people to show up to school with 37 puppies and a knife

-i’m not gay but 20 bucks is 20 bucks

entj:

-sorry i didn’t show up to school because you’re fucking stupid

-awe infp is so cute <3 i’ll destroy them last

-*on the floor, drunk, talking to their dog* you’re the only motherfucker in this town who can handle me

-what do you mean other people’s opinions/beliefs besides my own are valid lol??

-lowkey have daddy kinks

-what do you mean it’s physically impossible for me to control every aspect of my life??

-i mean if you really think about it voldemort was the victim,

-the type of person who could tell their crush they like them without flinching. terrifying

istp:

-wears d.a.r.e shirts ironically

-1990’s grunge aesthetic

-would walk into a burning building for the meme

-playing the hero?? haha never heard of it :))

-ew what the fuck man get those feelings away from me lol

-fuck da police

-following the rules?? that seems excessive lmao no thanks

istj:

-i once had one (1) original idea back in the summer of ’67. it was terrifying. i’ll never do it again.

-your scary math teacher that wears black socks everyday expects friday. then they jazz it up a bit with stripes. will mark your grade up if you say you like the same sports team as they do.

-understanding concepts outside of your own experiences? lmao no thanks?

-will make quizlet sets organize your desk for you

-my dream in life is to narrate a crime documentary and complete my george washington memorabilia collection.

-remembers all of their colleagues birthdays. doesn’t say happy birthday.

enfj:

-fucking get over your ex already he wasn’t that attractive calm down allison

-*googles* why do i relate to regina george from mean girls so much?

-the type of person who tells your boyfriend you have a crush on him

-o v e r d r a m a t i c

-gets your shit together for you. judges you

intp:

-dead inside

-if you can manage to find one that actually tolerates you they are some of the most loyal and true people you’ll ever meet

-horrible social skills, compensates through meme hoarding

-sends you links to conspiracy theory videos when you’re sad

-extremely intelligent but they get lost in their own house

-whoops i just remember i haven’t showered in 3 weeks lol

-i would laugh at that joke but i’m 3 hours deep into an existential crisis and i’m 100% convinced you are actually a robot created by bill clinton so not today jeff

esfp:

-yes homo

-cries over cat videos in public

-facetimes you in a grasshopper fursuit at 3 in the morning

-probably an alcoholic

-has 87 different crushes at once

-you haven’t talked to them in 7 years but they’ll show up at your birthday party and give you dog

-also attention whores

-generally has the personality of someone who just did 10 lines of cocaine

isfj:

-one sec let me just gather up all of the fake empathy i can muster for this particular situation

-that one kid in class who always has perfect notes

-shudders at the thought of… a… creative… thought….

-falls in love with an estp approximately every 23 seconds

-hi i’m karen, i’m 34, i love my family, cupcake baking, helping people of course until it interferes with my own personal comfort haha, christmas decorations, room layouts,

-probably has a studyblr

estj:

-your angry boss

-probably cyberbullies children on the internet 

-has an emotional breakdown when they don’t win classroom jeopardy 

-*googles* who is bernie sanders and why do i want him dead

-organizes your shit for you, regrets it later

-dead inside

The DUFF

Originally posted by boo-t-s

the duff au // college au // future smut // humour // basketball player jungkook // dancer jimin // best friends jin + taehyung

Your annoying neighbour and childhood friend, Jungkook, strikes a deal with you to help you get the attention of your crush, Jimin, if you help him pass his philosophy class.

warnings: sexual content, drinking, swearing, use of the words ‘fat’ and ‘ugly’

@hobijoon @baepsaetan @rimuslymoony @lordofassgard

Part 1, Part 2

Part 1:

It was no secret Kim Seokjin and Kim Taehyung were two of the best-looking humans to ever grace this godforsaken campus, and it was no secret that they were your best friends. The three of you were practically attached at the hip or rather… hips. See, the thing is, neither Jin nor Taehyung were always sex gods. In fact, Taehyung was bullied by an upperclassman for a little while in preschool and that upperclassman happened to be Jin, who turned out to be projecting his own experiences onto the little nerdy tater-tot that was the young Taehyung. It was after class that you heard a yelp coming from the boys’ bathroom and, being young and pure at heart, you didn’t hesitate to check it out- finding Taehyung shoved up against the sinks, Jin holding him by the collar.

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Title: The Haunting of Thomas Sanders (pt. 6)
Warnings: swearing, some death talk
A/N: me just…putting analogical where it doesn’t belong…i’m sorry lol no i’m not

Master Post

“Ohhhh Viiiiiirgil!” Thomas called as he lugged a bag inside. “I’ve got something for youuuu!”

“What?” Virgil asked as he appeared, startling Thomas slightly. “What’s that?”

Thomas smirked as he pulled the bookbag ‘round and plopped it down in a chair.  “Well, since you never got to finish school, I…may have gotten a few textbooks for fun-looking classes…” Thomas said.  He pulled the four books out one by one, starting with an art fundamentals book.  “I figured this would be kinda cool.  Get to learn about shading and…colors…I don’t much about art okay moving on.”  Virgil snickered and shook his head, slinking closer to see what else Thomas pulled out.

“World History…?” Virgil said with a sneer.

Thomas shrugged.  “Ya know, history can be fun.”  Virgil rolled his eyes; he was not a history buff in the slightest.  “Aren’t you guys kind of like a history lesson now, though?” Thomas asked, knowing what was going through the spirit’s head.

“I guess,” Virgil said with a shrug.  “What else d’you get?”

“Oh, I got two different science books!” Thomas said, pulling them both out together.  “Earth science and –“

“That’s…the same chemistry textbook I used?” Logan said suddenly.  Thomas jumped at the sudden voice and turned to face him.  Logan squinted at the book and nodded, reaching out to take the book. “Same edition and everything…” he mumbled as he flitted through the pages.

“Ah, cool!” Thomas exclaimed, turning back to face Virgil.  “Hey, Virge, maybe Logan can help – Virge?”

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Advice for Learning the Meanings of the Tarot Cards

I’ve been a tarot enthusiast for many years. I even did readings for myself, sporadically, for a little while, but I always had to use a reference book for the meanings of the cards. This means that my readings weren’t ever very helpful, because I never memorized the cards and therefore I never developed a relationship with the cards. It’s kind of like only being able to dance when you have pre-painted footsteps on the floor onto which you must be careful to place your own feet. You never learn to feel the music if that’s how you’re dancing.

Several factors interfered with my learning the card meanings, one of which is the sheer number of meanings to memorize: 78 cards! 156 if you’re using reversals! Wow - a daunting prospect to be sure! And even when I would periodically decide to memorize those meanings, I ran into the fact that every book I checked seemed to give different meanings for some of the cards. Whose meanings should I memorize? So, for years, I just gave up. Despite my love for these cards, I gave up. So much wasted time!

A little while ago, during a reading from someone I trust, I got word that I was supposed to be working with the cards. This confirmed what I’d always felt but failed to act upon. Well, I’ve recently decided to pursue a working knowledge of the tarot. I’m still a work in progress, but it’s been going well, so I thought I’d share with you what’s been working for me.

1. Find the meanings you’ll be using
The first thing I had to do was make peace with the fact that different folks give the cards different meanings. If I wanted to begin learning the meanings, I would have to decide upon one author who seemed to know what they were talking about and stick with that author’s meanings. I realized that once I began to form a relationship with the cards, I’d develop my own nuances and associations with the cards. But I wouldn’t be able to reach that place until I was able to work with them, and I wouldn’t be able to work with them until I had some meanings memorized as a starting point. Kind of like how Pablo Picasso painted like other painters until he became confident enough to develop his own unique style.

2. Divide the deck
In order to learn this much information, I decided I’d best break the deck up into bite-sized chunks. I did this by breaking the deck up into six sections: one section for each of the suits of the Minor Arcana, and then I divided the Major Arcana in half. I decided to begin with what I thought would be the hardest part first: learning the Minor Arcana.

3. Turn the deck itself into your flash cards
This part felt a bit like sacrilege to me, but I took the cheapest Rider-Waite deck I could find and started taping mini index cards to the back of each tarot card. Instead of just looking at a list in order to learn the cards’ meanings, I wanted to learn to associate each card’s meaning with the actual image on the card. So I took mini index cards and wrote a bunch of key words and key ideas on each one and used packing tape to tape each mini index card to the back of the appropriate tarot card. I tend to be a visual learner, and this step has really turbo charged my learning.

4. Review the deck, a chunk at a time
I knew that I wanted to learn the deck well, so I got over the idea that I had to learn quickly. I spent the first week just learning the suit of Cups. I didn’t require of myself that I learn the meaning of each card perfectly; I just had to know it very well. After all, I will keep reviewing them over time and working with them in readings, so there will be plenty of time to refine my knowledge of the meanings. I used a sort of spaced repetition as I reviewed the cards: if I knew the meaning of the card very well, I would put that card at the back of the pile. If I didn’t know it very well, I’d put the card back in the middle of the deck so that I’d review it again before I finished. And if I totally blanked on the meaning of a card, I put it back close to the front of the deck so that I’d get a chance to review it again much sooner.

5. Integrate the next chunk
When it came time to learn the next suit, I’d spend a day with just that suit. Then, I would mix the two suits together and review them that way. When I began to study the suit of Swords, I didn’t want to forget the meanings of the suit of Cups. I did the same the next week with Wands, and then with Pentacles. Spend some time with just the new suit, then mix together all the suits you’ve studied thus far.

6. After the third week, make any necessary modifications
After you’ve been studying for a while, you’ll notice that the first suit you chose to study is getting the most study time. So, once you’ve been at it for three weeks or more, feel free to spend more time with the suit/cards which you’re finding require more review time. For example, during my fourth week of study, I found that I had been reviewing the suit of Cups for over three weeks and knew it pretty well, so Cups didn’t need as much review time as Wands did, and I took the Cups out of my review pile for the week.
At five weeks, as I moved on to the first half of the Major Arcana, I found that I was memorizing the Major Arcana pretty easily. I had thought that I would; that’s why I left them for last. But I found that the court cards (Page, Knight, Queen, and King) of all the suits were giving me an unexpected amount of trouble. So, I decided that my fifth week review deck would consist of the first 11 cards of the Major Arcana along with the court cards of the suits of Cups and Swords (the first two suits I studied), and that my sixth week review deck would consist of the last 11 cards of the Major Arcana along with the court cards of the suits of Wands and Pentacles.

7. Start doing readings, if you haven’t already
Once you’ve got basic meanings of all 78 cards mostly memorized (remember, we’re not aiming for 100% perfection!), start doing readings. Doing readings is the real way that you will internalize the meanings of the cards and also how you’ll flesh out the meanings. The meanings will become more layered and complex as you see them in multiple contexts. You’ll likely still need to check your references for the meanings of some of the cards as you do your first readings, but you’ll likely be pleasantly surprised by how often you remember the meanings of the cards. Begin with simpler readings: 1-card readings and 3-card readings. You’re now moving on to taking the basic meanings of the cards and turning them into stories. If the individual cards are like words, a 3-card reading is like a sentence and you’re learning to construct sentences in a new language.

8. Learn (or don’t learn) the Reversed Meanings
Up until this point, I haven’t addressed the usage of Reversals: what the cards mean when they show up in a reading upside-down. This is intentional, for several reasons: 1) if learning the meanings of 78 cards was daunting, learning 156 meanings probably would have seemed impossible; 2) some of you may decide not to use reversals; and 3) once you’ve learned the meanings of all 78 cards, you will pretty much already know the reversed meanings.

Lucky

Characters: Bucky x POC!Reader, Sam makes an appearance, lots of people are mentioned.

Warnings: fluff. lots of swearing because I can’t stop myself. Bad science jokes. Bucky’s kinda sad and doesn’t know what privacy means. SMUT. 

Word count: 3,895

Originally posted by elaacreditava


Bucky hates being home alone. No, not because of the constant nagging urge to look over his shoulder, the dark creeping feeling in the hallways, or even the dark thoughts that plague him at night. It’s none of that.

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Never Fully Believe An SugarDaddy’s Story on his Past SB’s. LUXY AND SD BLACKLIST JOHN H.!!

Where did I disappear to?! I made one post over the last three weeks and deleted it because it was an honest cry for help. I didn’t want to let my Sugarbabes know I had fallen into failure. But I’m here to tell you my story.

Four weeks ago I had ventured onto a millionaire dating site called Luxy. I found my first whale, infamous John Hollis. His message was direct and straight forward. He was an experienced SD who was offering his girls (yes, he had more than one at a time) 10k per month. Here was the conditions :

1. You must submit to him a “thumbs up” selfie to him to claim you’re cute and real in which he collects every girl that fell in his trap, posts them on his social media and claims they were his “"sugar baby” your risqué pictures are then shown to other sugar babies for his own personal validation of what he’s gotten so far.

2. You must spend one entire weekend with him twice a month. 

3. Before you see him he had each sugar baby have a full panel STD test before allowance was given. It’s a $339 test in which he would pay for. (Never did)

4. You must submit your utter loyalty to him. No multiples, no vanillas etc.
5. You must get rid of all social media or not post to any of them if you wished to survive. Any postings causes suspicious activity to his insecure, overbearing ass in which you are questioned and interrogated intensely.
6. If you failed to answer his texts or failed to answer nightly and morning FaceTime calls, again with the interrogation and snide comments against you. As well as guilt trip you.
7. Anytime you try to explain yourself he automatically turns the situation into your fault because he’s GODS GIFT TO WOMEN and does NOTHING wrong in the world.
8. Anytime you needed real help he will give excuses but give you JUST enough to survive with food money, again he’s doing you a favor.

9. Anything that physically gets deposited into your account are checks from his therapy company which you can’t spend because they will bounce. 

He flew me first class to see him for the first time. I stayed in a hotel, the arrangement commenced. In that time I physically received new shoes, an iPad Pro and $500.

Now this is where the gates of my prison opened. While I was there he physically got on his iPad and “paid all my bills” so I thought I was walking away a happy camper. The worst was yet to come. I had quit my job, my car completely broke down, and I had no money. Why???
All those bills he “paid” bounced within a couple of days because finding out he has a stolen account reported over a year ago. He kept “booking flights” to come see me but his ex wife never got the kids, his kids leg broke, he kept getting booted off the planes here. OH and the best one yet, he got in a car accident on his way to get me but kept being put in a room where visitors couldn’t see him.

But hey, he kept me alive by UberEats to my house everyday. Wasn’t that enough? To him it was while every day I suffered. No money, no car, no job, no school…

Call me stupid for sticking around and waiting even that long…but it got to a point where the only thing I felt like I could do was wait patiently for him while he LIES AND LIES. I hope that no girl ever suffers through what I did. I know he’ll talk shit about me to his next victims making him look like a saint. Never EVER believe a one sided story.

YES, there are a TON of red flags in this situation, but anyone who has followed my page from the start knows I give you the GOOD and BAD, raw sugaring so you don’t make the same mistakes. Anyone who degrades me, go for it. But what would you do to have that MAGICAL 10k we’ve always wanted? The one we post all over Tumblr to be the Sugar QueenB? Many of you won’t admit but everyone has done stupid things for someone extremely convincing. He’s a fraud, of course he’s good at lying. @sugardaddyblacklist

Connected part 7 [tom riddle x reader]

Originally posted by toxic-proximity

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5* | Part 6 | Part 7

  • Warnings: dark, angst! Don’t read if you’re highly sensitive!!!
  • Word count: 2k

The remaining days you spent at home, before returning to Hogwarts, for the second week of your Christmas holidays, passed not as cozy and comfortable as they have been the years before. 

After getting to know the truth about your Mother, you felt empty. It was a lot to deal with, especially because you had trusted your Father blindly until you found out, what he had hidden from you, for all your life.

He promised you, to never keep secrets again and was willing to answer all the questions you had, so he told you, that your Mother has been a classmate and later a colleague at St. Mungos.

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Are You Happy? (Shaun Murphy x Reader)

This is my first imagine on this blog! Yay!!!

Tv-Show: The Good Doctor

Main Characters: Shaun Murphy and Reader

Plot: When your boyfriend, Shaun, comes to visit, you two have a rather deep conversation about being happy.

Type: Fluff

Words: 1655

Warnings: Probably OOC Shaun? Talk of an abusive ex. I can never keep the tenses the same. I think that’s it?

A/N: Having not one, but two Autistic siblings, I hope I have protrayed Shaun as well as I can. And I apologize if I have gotten anything “wrong”.

You sat patiently, reading a book, and waiting for your boyfriend Shaun to arrive. You and Shaun had been dating for a little over two years, so you had come to learn his little schedule. Even though he got of work at 8, he always came around to yours at 9 every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. He would call at exactly 8:30 if anything had changed. It was rare that anything would change with him. And that was okay. You enjoyed the simplicity of his the constance.

You and Shaun did not live together. He lived in one apartment building, and you live in another that was a 6 minute drive away from his own. You came over to his place on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays - unless he called to say he was busy, or something popped up in your own schedule. This too was rare.

Shaun had not been your first boyfriend. In fact, he was your third. The first, whom you had dated during the duration of high school, had broke up with you after graduation. He went to MIT, leaving you thousands of miles away. He didn’t believe in long distance relationship. So you were left alone. The second one you had met online, but it didn’t last too long. He turned out to be a real jerk. You had dumped him before things could get to intimate. But Shaun. Shaun was different - very different.

You couldn’t remember where, or when, you met him. He was strange, but that was what had interested you. You had known him for half a month before someone told you he was Autistic. They had said it with such hostility, you remember. And you had glared at them hard.

“My brother is Autistic.” That had shut them up. Most people who knew you, knew you had an older brother. But not many people ever met or spoke to him. He wasn’t much of a people person, or a talker, and preferred to stay locked in his room with his plethora of stuffed toys and Batman dvd’s. You love your brother - the person’s comment had angered you. So what if Shaun was… different. He’s still human.

People asked you how you became friends with him, let alone his girlfriend. And to be totally honest, you had no idea. On the outside, if anyone saw you two, they would not make the assumption that you two were in a relationship. Shaun is not one for physical affection. Every once in awhile, if you two are out on a walk, he will take your hand, rather tightly. But you didn’t mind. Every kiss was asked for, unless it was pressed to a cheek. If he were to kiss your cheek, he would state it so you could push your hair away.

You didn’t mind the lack of physical affection too much. But every once in awhile, you found yourself wanting to be held. But you pushed the feeling away. You didn’t want to make Shaun uncomfortable.

Youŕe about to turn another page in your book when the familiar, rapid knocking erupts in your quiet apartment. You check the clock with a smile. He’s right on time. You place your bookmark, and set it aside. You speed to the front door, worried his knocking would bruise his knuckles. You’d have to talk to him about it some time.

“Shaun!” You greet him with a smile. He lowers his hand, and returns to rubbing his hands.

“Hello, Y/N. May I come in?” He always asked you before he came inside.

“Of course,” You step aside so he can come inside. “Come on in.” He takes a step inside, and then turns to you.

“I’m going to kiss you cheek.” You giggled lightly, and push your hair out of the way. Shaun leans his face towards your own, and presses his lips briefly to your cheek before pulling back. He then heads immediately to your couch, picking up your book from the table. You shut the door, locking it before following after him. “This is not the same book you were reading Tuesday. Did you finish that one?”

“Yeah.” You sit next to him, so your knee almost touches his own. “Although, the ending was rather disappointing.”

“How so?” He stared at you, as he usually did while waiting for an answer. You always though, for someone who didn’t like being asked questions, he ended up asking a lot of them himself. Not that you mind.

“It ended with a wedding and a ‘happily ever after’.” You shrug. He tilted his head to the side, clearly confused.

“And a happy ending is disappointing?” He asked calmly. You hold back a snicker.

“Not exactly… Happy ending are amazing, Shaun. Just not the unrealistic ones.” You attempt to explain.

“And that one was unrealistic?” He confirms, nodding his head.

“Very.” You laugh in agreement.

“Do you ever want to get married?” He asks buntly. You’re used to his bluntness, but this question caught you off guard.

“I… I don’t know. Maybe one day.” Shaun hums lightly before setting your book back down.

“Can we watch a movie?” You nod quickly, going to find your CD case. You come back, and unzip it.

“You have a movie in mind.” You attempt to state it, rather than ask. He stares down at the case before taking it, and flipping through. He stops when he finds what he was looking for, pointing at your copy of “Charly”. It was one of his favorites.

“This one, please.” You take the CD and put it in your CD player, turning on the TV as you go. You come to sit back down, seeing your CD case tossed carefully onto your coffee table beside your book. You take a seat beside Shaun again, placing your sock-clad feet onto the coffee table. You pick up the remote control from it’s place on the arm of your couch, and press play.

You’re about twenty minutes into the movie when Shaun speaks.

“Do you like being with me, (Y/N)?” He doesn’t take his eyes off the TV, and you don’t take your eyes off of him.

“Shaun, of course I do. Why do you ask?” You shift in your seat to have a better look at him, and for once in all the time you knew him, his calmness of the situation scared you.

“I saw a couple in the hospital today,” He stated blankly. He took your silence as a signal to continue on. “The girl had broken her leg after falling of a ladder. They were moving in together, and she was painting in a room when she fell.”

“Shaun, I don’t understand…” He cut you off.

“They were very affectionate.” He still hasn’t taken his eyes off the TV. “Her boyfriend was holding her and kissing the top of her head the entire time. They looked very happy.” He stops to clear his throat, and you wait rather nervously. “Are you happy?”

“Of course I am, Shaun.” You reassured him. “I don’t think I’ve ever been as happy with someone as I’ve been with you.”

“What about your other boyfriends? Were you not happy with them?” This made you pause. Should you tell him the truth? You sigh, knowing that lying could only make things worse.

“With Rowan, yes. I was… very happy. He was sweet, always paid attention to me. But to be honest… we had very little in common. He never really had enough time for me. And when he moved to Michigan, I thought the world was going to end, but… it didn’t.” You bit your tongue, because Shaun finally took his eyes off the screen to look at you.

“What about Mark?” He asked. “Were you happy with him?”

“When I first agreed to a date, yes… but he was… verbally abusive. He did everything in his power to destroy my self confidence and that… I would rather not talk about.” You shook your head, then began again. “But you aren’t like Mark. Or Rowan. You’re… well, you’re you. You’re sweet, you pay attention. You have time. You’re honest. Yes, you’re blunt, but some people would kill for a significant other who voiced their opinion.” You cautiously took his hand, which he allowed you to do, and squeezed it softly between your own. “If you’re worried… that I’m not happy, because you’re not… as physically affectionate as others, then you’re wrong Shaun.” You leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “I’m more than happy being with you.” You assured him.

The two of you stared at each other momentarily, and Shaun pulled his hand away from you. You were surprised that, instead of resting it in his lap, he gently put his palm on your cheek. He rubbed your cheek rather harshly with his thumb, but you didn’t mind. You could feel tears pooling in your eyes.

“Okay.” He pulls his hand away, and grabs the remote. “I’ll rewind, since we missed some of the movie.” While he does this, you wipe away your tears with the sleeve of your sweater. He presses play and sets the remote on the coffee table. You two sit in silence once again. Then he shifts awkwardly, coming closer to you. “Would you like to cuddle?” He holds up his arm, not looking at you. You look at him, eyes hazy. You and Shaun didn’t cuddle often, and he was always the one to initiate. So you scoot closer and press yourself gently into his side while his arm lay stiffly on your shoulder. You knew he would relax as the movie went on, so you sit content under his arm as the movie continues.

Then, without warning, he presses a quick, hard kiss to the top of your head and pulls you a little closer.

“I’m happy with you to, (Y/N).”

Then Again P12  Peter Parker x Reader

Author’s Note:

Hello, everyone! 

First: Thank you so much to everyone who’s reblogged this fic, commented on it, and sent me such lovely messages! It means so much more than I can ever say 🌷🌷🌷

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 13

Without further ado, a testament to my favorite trope:

Then Again, Part 12:

(Word count: 1,439)

The whole idea of being honest seems like a bad one. I’ve been telling Aunt May and Ned this since they tried to push it on me. The thought of following their advice is uncomfortable enough that I want to resist it - and MJ’s idea - a smidge (minimum).

I’ll just wear one of Y/N’s shirts. She and MJ wear each other’s clothes all the time.

Back in the bathroom, I brush my teeth, pop in my retainers, and open her bag. Under a pair of jeans is a plain black t-shirt. Perfect. I have to yank the collar down to get my head through… and it is definitely tight… but it’s better than nothing.

What has my time in the suit trained me for, if I can’t wear a girl’s shirt?

I look in the mirror. Shit. The collar has turned my hair into a mess and underneath, it’s like I’ve tried on a child’s shirt. This is ridiculous.

As I attempt to maneuver my arm out of the left shoulder sleeve, I tug a bit too forcefully and hear a tear, suddenly losing balance and hitting the wall with the entire right side of my body. Shit. There’s a clear crack in the yellow paint. My head stings. I scramble to my feet and try again.

It takes what feels like ten minutes to get the shirt off without ripping it. I fold it and put it back. Never again.

I turn off the bathroom light and pad through the room as quietly as I can. I open the closet door near the window and reach for the blankets stored on the top shelf. Nothing. I check again with the light of my phone. Nothing at all. I’m going to strangle Ned and MJ tomorrow. What were they thinking? It’s way too cold for this.

I’ll still sleep on the floor, I decide. I’ll use my towel as a blanket… once it’s dry.

My heart is pounding. It’s chilly and the only blanket in the room is attached to Y/N, on the bed.

What would Aunt May say?

For once, I don’t know. I mean, Y/N and I just had a fight that I haven’t had the chance to make right yet. The competition is tomorrow. It’s late and she’s asleep. The situation between us is… stalled.

What’s the logical thing to do?

Get in the bed. Shift some of the blanket over. Get warm while the towel gets dry. Get out of the bed. Sleep on the floor with the towel.

It’s not the best plan, but I like it more than I need to.

Gingerly, I tiptoe to the bed and climb in. I stay as still as possible while I drag a corner of the comforter toward myself. It’s so warm. For the sake of body heat, I inch a smidge closer. I scrunch up part of the blanket to wrinkle a mini wall of fabric between us. That’s as much personal space as I can make, given the size of the bed. I’m so close that even if my senses weren’t hyped up, I’d be able to smell her hair across the pillow. God, I love her shampoo.

Dude, knock it off.

Like I’ve told myself a million times, I need to not make things so weird. At least she can’t hear my thoughts. Thank God.

I lie on my back and stare at the ceiling. Even though I wanted her to be awake when I got back, maybe this is better. There’s so much I have to say tomorrow, this extra time is probably for the best.

I turn my head toward her - or rather, the mountain of blanket with a face. I don’t come up with stupid scenarios about why we’re sleeping beside one another in a hotel bed or any other What If questions my brain is aching to invent. Instead, I go over all the shit she’s gone through this week because of me. I go over everything I need to own up to and everything I need to say to her in the morning. Maybe it’s selfish or pathetic, but I let myself hope that tonight was stupid and wrong and mostly my fault, but not irreparable. I imagine that forgiveness is on the table. That’s it. That’s all I have a right to consider anymore.

Maybe I can’t be with her the way I want to. Not now, maybe not ever. And yeah, it sucks. I mean, since the start, and I’m ready to admit now that it started way before October, it’s been so different with her. It’s almost terrifying. It’s not the same kind of crush I’ve had before, like with Liz or anybody else. I know her, I really know her and I care about her like crazy. And I think about her all the time, too.

But none of this matters. It’s not happening. I can’t be with her like that and it’s obvious now more than ever. The vital part is how I can be with her, and with Ned and MJ, almost every day for the foreseeable future. I can just enjoy her- their presence without any strings. If things only go back to normal, that’s enough. It has to be.

What if she really doesn’t forgive me, though? What if I’ve really crossed the last line this time?

The same heaviness is pressing into my chest like before, a pressure that reminds me of swimming too deep underwater.

I need to remember what Aunt May said. If anybody is willing to give second chances, it’s almost always her. Then again, which chance was I even on tonight? I’ve run through too many to count.

I close my eyes. God, I wish I could turn brain off.

Why didn’t I just talk to her when she came here earlier? It seems impossible that fewer than twelve hours ago she hugged me and I shrugged her off. I can’t believe I actually let myself think of her like I did, as if she would do any of those things or, more importantly, as if any of it was even my business to begin with.

I’m such an idiot. I should’ve -

A twisting sound snaps my eyes open.

Y/N starts moving beside me. She awkwardly shifts positions with slow and mechanical movements until she’s lying on her back, her arm thrown over her eyes.

The red light from the alarm clock allows me to just barely trace the faint outline of her hand a few inches from my face. It reminds me of the first time we met, a memory that would usually make me laugh, and of the fact that handshakes are our main form of physical contact. And that it’s not exactly as if we shake hands all that often. 

It suddenly reminds me of all the tiny distances and boundaries that exist within our friendship, the ones that keep us from being as close to each other as we are the Ned and MJ. Just the shadow of her hand reminds me of how badly I wish everything could be different.

None of this matters right now. Let it go.

I breathe out. Try to clear my head. I think of that counting exercise Mr. Stark told me about. One. Two. Three. Four. Four, three, two, one. One. Two. Three. Four. Four, three, two, one.

One thought refuses to stop though. The same one as all week.

Despite everything, Y/N is still the only person I want to be around right now, the only person I actually want to talk to about this stuff, the only person I know would listen and really, really understand it all. But then again, after everything, maybe not… even if I could tell her.

Fear and anxiety churn in my stomach.

For a split-second, I stop thinking and let myself do a stupid thing.

I reach out, slowly, and trace her fingers with my own. I’m about to take her hand in mine, just for a moment, before I think better of it. I draw my hand back to my chest, the sudden absence of her skin making my own fingers itch. 

God, why am I constantly so weird around her?

“I’m serious about what I said before,” I whisper, needing to confess one final time tonight. “I’m really, really sorry. Anything you decide is suitable, I’ll do whatever you want if it helps you forgive me. I swear, I never meant to be such a jerk and I’ll never act like that again. Please, just tell me what you want me to do.”

I exhale and push my palms into my eyes. I need to turn my brain off.

But then a warm hand touches my shoulder.

Y/N?

Part 13

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anonymous asked:

hiraeth: a homesickness for a home to which you can't return, or never was

Hello, Anon! If you’re still hanging around and actually remember sending this, I hope you don’t mind me hijacking the prompt to use for an on-going series. Enjoy!


Come On Baby, Light My Fire:

Part 1: Grapholagnia

Part 2: Neighbors/We meet again

Part 3: Callipygian

Part 4: Apodyopis

Part 5: Gymnophoria

Part 6: Mamihlapinatapei

Part 7: Basorexia

Part 8: Coitus

Part 9: Hypersexuality

Part 10: Malapert

Part 11: Quidnunc

And now for Part 12…

Hiraeth: a homesickness for a home to which you can’t return, or never was


“Elbow down and chin up, Little Duck.” I tilt my head back and absorb the imaginary rays of the sun. “Now lead your target. If you shoot towards where it is now, it won’t be there when the arrow gets there. You’ll miss every time.”

My own girlish giggle fills my ear as my father’s laugh echoes in my memory. He had gray eyes just like mine only his were soft and gentle. Rain clouds bringing life and sustenance, laughing as I jumped into puddles, the cool waters splashing inside my galoshes. My smile fades as I remember that he’s dead and gone.

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Long time no see

Word count: 2600-ish

Pairing: Sam X reader

Warning: None, angst if you squint.

A/N: This is for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog Trope Challenge. Mimi you’ve been more patient with than most. You’re too frigging awesome. Thank you so much for giving all those extensions. 

I tried to make this into a one shot, really did, but the prompt stretched across weeks, so mini-series of 3 parts, here we come.

My Trope was: “We’re forced to work together and pretend we’re a married couple for a job even though we’re not actually dating. Oh look, a few weeks later and the job is ending and we realize we love each other and the last few weeks have been bliss.”

I didn’t really twist the prompt, but this is different than anything I’ve ever written before. Feedback is really appreciated :)

Originally posted by heytheredeann

You turned away from the burning pyre with a somewhat satisfied expression. This had to be it. For crying out loud, there was no other dead person left in the family now. The town was so boring, even installing a new candy dispenser made it to the headlines here. You sighed, and called the sheriff to let him know you were soon going to be out of his hair.

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head in the game (Pidge/Lance)

Summary:

Lance’s plan for his senior year goes like this:

  1. Snag a second-time championship title for Voltron Academy.
  2. Finally buy a new car.
  3. Pass AP Computer Science.

Tripping and falling flat on his face for their basketball manager? 

Not part of the list.

A/N: this ship crawled out of the woodwork and punched me in the face, so naturally I had to write fic.  for @longhairpidge and @flusteredkeith, whom I blame for everything.

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The air is heavy with defeat.

Final score: 52 to 41.  Hardly enough to be considered a blowout, but the somber atmosphere of the locker room suggests otherwise. It’s difficult to believe that this is the same team that managed to snatch a victory from under Galra Tech’s nose at last year’s championship.

But that’s exactly the problem—they aren’t the same team, a fact made painfully obvious by the stony silence of their new team captain.  Keith’s hands are fisted in the fabric of his shorts, head bent and gaze drilling into the floor.

“All right.” Coach Coran clears his throat.  “Chin up, boys.  Nobody’s died.”

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Okay, fuck it. I’m doing my analysis because I think this fandom is amazing and they deserve it. BUT MOSTLY BECAUSE I NEED TO CALM MYSELF DOWN AFTER THE SHIT DAY THIS EPISODE MADE ME HAVE. I’m serious. I talked to my coworkers about it and they bought me cookies to calm me down. I left work early. My heart was doing awful things while I was trying to work- it was pathetic. I’m pathetic. 

SO. Let’s get one thing out of the way: KATSUKI YUURI FUCKED UP.

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Surprise Part 7

Summary :  You die while being on a mission with the team. At least , that’s what you thought. What happens when you suddenly wake up alive ? What do you do now? & how will the team handle the news after thinking you’ve been dead for months?

Warnings : swearing, angst, violence , fluff, semi smut!.

Pairing, (so far) : Avengers x reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Chapter 6

Marvel Master List       Surprise Master List


                                                  Chapter 7


  Its been two weeks since that day . You spent a week unconscious, with an angry & worried Steve at your side the entire time . When you woke up, you watched as a few tears rolled from his cheeks, he gave you a light kiss on the forehead, then left the room . It was a silent, but warm  interaction, sadly it was the last warm moment you two had . Steve hasn’t spoken to you since .

 The team re located to the Avengers compound on the outskirts of the city after the attack on the tower.  The day after you woke up , you went right to work on practicing your powers ( against Bruce’s advice.)  The last week has been mostly you and Wanda, practicing outside & using the extremely spacious yard ( if you can call that much land a yard ) .

 " Again Y/n . Focus on throwing sparks at the balls I throw .“ Wanda directs, she tosses a small ball into the air once again, and you quickly try to aim your powers at it. This time you manage to successfully hit it, making it fizzle until it turned to black ash and fell to the ground.

Originally posted by daisyskyewalker

"Good!” she cheers ,clapping her hands together

“ Yeah Wan, real good. What was that one?  4 out of 50? " you sigh , dropping to sit in the grass . She follows, taking your hand in hers as she sits,

” You used a lot of force Y/n, you have more within you than  you know. Its not just going to do what you want when you aren’t even sure how to control it yet . I know its frustrating, but have patience with yourself. “

 I nod, leaning my head on her shoulder.

” So Steve hasn’t talked to you still? “

"  Not a word. ”

“He may not have anything to say , but I know you do . Make him listen Y/n . He cares for you , you didn’t see his face the day at the tower, it was almost as if I was   actually watching his heart break . He didn’t leave your side the entire week you were out. " 

Originally posted by elcapitan-rogers

Shes right, he may not want to talk , but he sure as hell can listen . You stand up, wiping the grass off myself.

” Youre right Wanda,  where-“

” His room . “  she answers with a wink . you smile at her before taking off back towards the compound .

 You don’t bother knocking on Steves door, opting for barging in . When his door swings open, his eyes shoot to yours but quickly fall back down to the book in his lap .

” I get it , your mad, or upset or whatever   and don’t want to talk to me; but I have a hell of a lot to say to you . “ your tone seems to get his attention, he marks his page before training his attention on you .I can do this, how hard can it be to yell at Captain America? Fuck.

 ” I did what I had to , and Id do it again . I didn’t know what would happen to me , but there were lives at risk ; lives of our own agents in that tower Steve. Was I suppose to just hop on the jet and leave them with the Hydra agents? Maybe if I didn’t have this… gift , I would have. I had the capability to do something, to save people  ; and I did . I will not ever apologize for making that decision ,and if you expect me to , then you aren’t the man I thought you were.  I am a part of this team now, I have the same responsibilities as you , and if you cant - “

” You were reckless, you think you know why I’m mad?  Your powers could of not only taken out those agents, but also our agents, and what if they sparked up to the jet ? To Tonys suit? You would have done a lot more damage than good  Y/n . You may be apart of this team, but you clearly don’t have the- “

Originally posted by stallingdemons

” Oh you’ve got to be kidding me Steve! I took a fucking chance, and it worked ! If I hadn’t people still would of died ! Cant you focus on the positive instead of the ’ what if’ ?! “ you bark at him  . You don’t know when, but sometime between the arguing Steve moved and is now right infront of you , angry eyes locked onto yours. 

 "  You should of got on the jet and-”

“ And played it safe Steve?   No fucking way . No one else on the team has a problem with this-”

“ No one else on the team is in love with you!” he blurts out . Your eyes widen, but then squint with anger .

“  You’re angry at me for saving lives, because you love me. ” You let out a dry laugh . “ Youre really something else Rogers. I never took you as a selfish prick . Youre mad I didn’t avoid a dangerous situation, a situation that if I ignored would of resulted in -”

“ I didn’t mean - i would never willingly put others lives at risk . The team isn’t as angry about what happen because they aren’t me Y/n , they aren’t me & you. That’s what i meant.” he sighs, his hand ghosts over your, but before he can make contact you step back .

“ Is this what its going to be like ?  You ignore me because you ‘love me’ , and i made a risky move? I would never treat you like this, regardless of what you do and how much i love you .  This -” you point between the two of you ,“ is not okay . Right now, we are not okay . I don’t want this, to have the thought of upsetting you hanging over my head everytime I’m in a dangerous situation .”

“ Y/n - ”

“ No Steve,i just - i cant. ”

“ I almost lost you , and  youre going to walk out on me? ” he asks, sadness and irony in his voice.

“ Learn to deal with the fact that I’m not always going to make rational decisions when it comes to saving people, and i wont have to walk away . ” you say over your shoulder before leaving his room .

Originally posted by fragileheartxxx

4 days later.

The team was able to sense the tension between me and Steve once again. You have avoided him since you left his room, avoided any and all chance of having to speak or see him . But today, you aren’t lucky enough to be able to do that anymore.

  As you walk into your room, you let out a loud yelp when you see Steve waiting on your bed .

“ Its not polite to scare a lady Steve.” you sigh , leaning against your doorway .

“ Its not polite to avoid others either .” he snaps . Touche .

“ Id appreciate if youd keep your comments to yourself until I’m finished saying what i need to .” he announces, looking to you for your agreement. You nod, signaling him to continue .

“ Being an avenger , living this life, means sometimes there isn’t time for rational choices ; you’re right  and id be a hypocrite to hold your actions against you any further. But  it doesn’t mean that your actions don’t effect others negatively.  I’ve lost a lot in my life Y/n , I’m not ready to lose you , again; not when i just got you back . ” He sighs, running his hands down his face. You can see how much he is struggling with this and a pang of guilt hits you . Damn it Steve.

 You move to sit next to him , taking his hand in yours .

“ I didn’t- i guess i didn’t exactly think of it that way . You still handled this like a complete dick though Steve. ”

 He lets out a laugh , squeezing my hand as he does.  “  You sent me through a complete wave of deja vu  that day ,ya know. Its like the day you died was slowly replaying  .”

“ I’m sorry i didn’t mean-”

“I know you didn’t . All you meant to do was keep people safe, even if it meant getting yourself hurt . I didn’t think it was possible to love & hate something about someone  ; that was until i met you and your damn selflessness. ”

“ I’m sorry , have you met yourself Steve? Your a walking poster for that, even more than i am . ” you snap , removing your hand from his .

“ You think it wasn’t hard having to watch all the times you through yourself infront of others before i died?  I dealt with it though , without making you feel like shit Steve. If you cant do the same-”

Steve cuts you off by placing his lips on yours . Before you can fall too deeply into it , you push yourself away  .

“ If you would let me apologize instead of butting in to yell at me thatd be great Y/n. ” he says with  a smile.

“ So you aren’t going to act like a dick next time i decide to blast my powers?”

“ ill try my best to deal with it .”

 You smile, pulling him back into a kiss . The kiss turns into more, keeping you and Steve in his bed throughout the rest of the day and night , until your body was completely worn out.

Originally posted by for-the-love-of-vampire-diaries

 You wake up with your legs tangled with Steves, and his arm slung over your bare waist.  His alarm begins blaring shortly after you wake, making Steve groan behind you .  Loud knocking startles both of you , making you clutch his blanket to your chest. His door swings open, revealing Sam and Bucky .

 " Looks like all is fine and Dandy in Captain Land. “ Sam says through his laughter.

” Does this mean we don’t have to run today ?“ Bucky asks .

” Give me 5 minutes.“ The two groan and Steve and disappear from the doorway .  You turn to him ,pouting out your lip ,

” Cant you skip running for one day !“ you ask . He laughs, moving to get out of his bed but you stop him with a had around his wrist. You tug him onto his back, crawling over him until your straddling his lap . His already hard cock nudging at your center makes you both let out low moans. You lean down, your hands on either side of his head , until your lips are hovering over his .

” Please Steve ?“ He leans up, connecting your lips in sweet kiss .

Originally posted by sensualkisses

In a flash , he flips you onto your back and hovers over you, his lips dive back down to meet  yours in a hot, needy kiss. You wrap your legs around his hips, gently rocking your hips up into his.

” Steve come-“

 at the sound of Sams voice, Steve wraps his arms around your waist and whips your both onto the floor and out of sight  . You know Sam probably saw a little too much skin from the two of you , but you cant help but laugh .

” Jesus, shut the damn door guys!“

” Youre the one that left it open before Bird boy! “ you shout .

Originally posted by horcrx-hunter

Steve gets up before you can protest, quickly grabbing his running clothes from his dresser.   He emerges from his bathroom fully dressed with a smirk . He walks over, bending and lifting your bridal style before tossing you back into his bed.

” You better be in this exact spot when i get back, understood?“  his tone playful, but commanding  . 

” Yes, Captain. “You send him a mock salute, blowing him a kiss as he leaves the room laughing. 

  You stay in Steves bed for a little while longer before FRIDAY calls to you

"Miss, there is a package being delivered that needs to be signed for . ”

“ Ugh , isn’t anyone else here to do it ?”

“ I’m afraid not miss, Everyone is either out running,on a mission or shopping. Besides Dr.Banner, he is resting and asked not to be bothered unless needed.” You grunt, rolling out of bed and slipping into a pair of Steves Sweats and a shirt. You drag yourself to the front door of the compound, swinging it open only to be met with searing pain being shot through you . Your body drops, your vision incredibly hazy . Who the hell just tazered me?  You look up , barely able to make out the face of a man with a disgusting smirk across his face.

“ Nice to finally meet you Y/n. " 

” Who are y-“  You try to raise yourself to your feet, before you can another set of pain waves through you , forcefully knocking you down with a loud cry , and into the arms of the mystery man. The volts going through you aren’t like your powers, these actually hurt . How is this possible?

The alarm starts blaring around the compound, signaling distress . You know the guys run around the compound, and hopefully they can hear the echoing alarm.

” Looks like its time to take this party elsewhere Dear.“

In the blink of an eye, youre no longer in the entry way of your home, but in a pristine white lab .

Originally posted by youdovethroughaholeintheuniverse

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It’s Gonna Be a Beautiful Night

Dean Winchester x Reader

1350 Words

Story Summary: Meeting Dean at a bar could turn into a beautiful thing. 

A/N: This is written for @chelsea072498 and her let’s go crazy challenge. Congrats on the followers!! My song was It’s Gonna Be a Beautiful Night. My prompt was: With one look in his eyes, she told herself, “This is going to hurt when it’s over”

You could remember the exact moment your life had changed forever. The smell of the bar. A mixture of spilt alcohol and perfume, with greasy food mixed in. You could remember the feel of the slippery glass in your hand, the condensation gathering on the outside of your jack and coke.

Even the outfit you wore stood out in your mind. A simple outfit, nothing fancy. Nowhere close to the skimpy outfits other people were wearing. Jeans ripped from years of wear, a sweater to ward off the chill of fall. Boots scuffed from scuffling monster after monster. Your hair had been down for once, cascading down your shoulders, no doubt ready to get thrown up in a bun once again.

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A thread to hold

Summary: Phil wanted a sensible life, a fireplace and a picket fence, and Dan was a wrecking ball he could simply no longer afford to keep around. But once you care for someone, it never really goes away, a constant thread between the two of them. Divorced!Phan with custody over a child. Angst and Fluff.

Word Count: 8.4k

Trigger Warnings: depression, panic attacks, alcohol, divorce

Author’s Note: Honestly this fic has been in the works for a very long time, it’s my child, and I wrote it during many different periods of my life which is why it flits between happy and sad, I’m sorry but I hope you enjoy it!

Excerpt: Phil opened the door, his hair stuck up just a little at the back, and one of his sleeves pushed up, the other falling over his hand. Fuck. The same sinking feeling in his stomach. Always the same. Because Phil was still breath-taking to him, despite the projected feelings and the ink stained tears that hid in the crevices of his face. He was still breath-taking. And not just because of his looks, of his gentle tilt of the head and his bright blue eyes which seemed to reach inside of him (you could go swimming in those eyes). But because it was him, because he was gentle and kind and warm and he was Phil.

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