let me say right now for the record

transcript of the speech i gave at Vassar’s black baccalaureate service

Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, honored guests, and the Vassar class of 2017.
Just saying that aloud made me feel old. Class of 2017? Most of y'all were born after dark-skinned Aunt Viv left the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. That’s wild.

I want to first thank you for allowing me to be a part of such a special moment in your lives. I am honored, privileged, and a bit in disbelief that you asked me of all people to give this address. I try not to have feelings, and I’m going to do my best not to cry today, but no promises.

I’m here to stand in the gap between you and your parents and guardians and any other elders in your lives that you stopped listening to because you thought they were wack and out of touch. I remember being in your shoes not TOO long ago, and it is my fervent prayer that something that I say here today will help you avoid some of the mess I went through.
To be honest I’m a little nervous, but I figured there was no way could this be worse than when Betsy DeVos went down to Bethune-Cookman, so let’s get started.

As you transition to life after Vassar the changes will be both inevitable and swift, so I’d like to begin by giving you some well-intentioned advice and warning you about the continued process of becoming an adult.

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Do Me (Peter Parker X Reader)

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

Requested: BY MY SOUL

Warnings:Underage drinking, violence, language.

Word Count: 1,441

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Flash Thompson had sent a text to the entire school, inviting them all to a house party at his massive house. As soon as I got the text I ran over to my best friends Peter and Ned. “HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN THIS?” I asked loudly, showing them the message. “I don’t think we’re going (Y/N). It is Flash’s house. He’s definitely gonna be there.” Peter says, glancing at Flash across the cafeteria. “Petey, I won’t let him talk to you.” I say, grabbing his chin and making him look at me dead in the eyes. I knew that Flash had been emotionally, verbally, and physically battering Peter since the 2nd grade. “(Y/N) could totally take him.” Ned says, gesturing like he was squaring up and nodding.  “Totally. So can we go Pete?” I ask with puppy dog eyes and a pouty lip. “I can’t say no to that face.” Peter says, with a small smile in my direction. “I’ll see you guys after school!” I said just as the bell rang.

As Peter, Ned, and I walked towards home, we discussed a game plan for tonight. “I’m definitely wearing the hat.” Ned says. “I wouldn’t expect anything else Ned.” Peter said with a chuckle. “So I’ll meet you guys there?” Ned says, as we walk in front of his building. Peter and I lived in the same building just a few blocks away from Ned, so we always dropped him off first. “Are you ready to face tonight?” I ask Peter after a little while. “I don’t know. It kind of depends on how much of a dick Flash is.” Peter says with a shrug. I knew that he would be stressing until it was time for the party so to calm him down I put on The Empire Strikes Back as soon as we got back to Peter and Mays apartment. May was at work so we watched our movie until i heard the alarm on my phone go off signaling that it was 5 minutes till we had to start heading to Flashs’ house. Peter ran to his room to go change and I run up a floor to my apartment and change into a maroon tank top and black pants with my comfiest tennis shoes on. I grab my black leather jacket, my wallet, and my phone and head to meet Peter. Flashs house was far enough away that Peter and I got an Uber. The ride was about 20 minutes long and the entire time Peter and I were discussing the science/superhero joke on his shirt. His shirt read ‘What would a women version of Iron Man be called? Fe male.’ and that lead to a very long conversation about if Tony Stark was a woman. When we finally got there we were joking about how if Tony was a chick that he and Bruce probably would have dated.Flashs house was huge and obviously full of people. The windows were rattling with the music. Ned was on the sidewalk in front of the house just staring at the front door, his mouth agape. “Are you guys ready for this?” I ask, a little nervous myself. “Not really.” Peter responds, his hand shaking a little. I grab his quivering hand and intertwine my finger with his. He looks down at our entwined hands and then up at me, his eyes wide. “We can do this.” I say looking him in the eyes. “Yeah we can!” Ned says, grabbing Peters other hand. “Too far Ned.” Peter chuckles, releasing his hand from Neds. I laughed and started walking towards the door, dragging Peter along behind me with Ned following after The party was in full swing and people were everywhere. Flash, being the douchebag that he is, was DJing and calling himself “DJ FLASHY”. It was clear that he had already been drinking, as had most of the other people at the party. “HEY EVERYBODY! PENIS PARKER HAS ARRIVED. SCATTER CAUSE THE LOSER GENE IS CONTAGIOUS.” Flash yelled and then started laughing, and then a bunch of people followed him, laughing at Peter. I felt Peter’s grip on my hand tighten and his jaw tightened. “Petey it’ll be okay. Let’s go get something to drink.” I said, pulling him towards the kitchen. When we go there I went for the coke but Peter made a beeline directly for the keg. He poured himself a full cup and downed it. “Do you have like a super tolerance like Captain America?” I asked. “We’ll find out tonight.” He says, pouring himself another. About 30 minutes later and Pete was drunk as a skunk and giggly as hell. Flash had turned on a CD and was now making his way around the party. I had a drink myself and was feeling the liquid courage in my veins. “I have the urge to do something stupid.” I say to Peter, my first balling. “I’m stupid, do me.” Peter whines. I giggle a little and kiss him on the cheek. I knew I was going to be embarrassed about kissing him on the cheek later. But right now I whispered “I’ll be right back.” to Peter and walk over to Flash. “Ssssoooo the lady nerd decided to talk to a r-real man huh?” Flash slurs at me. I turn to a group of slightly sober teens and say “ You guys probably want to record this.” I turn back to Flash and let loose what I’ve been holding back for years “Flash you are the biggest asshole I’ve ever met. You act like a huge dick, which is misleading because thanks to Ruby Mackabee we all know you have a tiny dick. You hate that Peter is smarter and more talented than you. And quite frankly I’m tired of your shit.” I say with contempt in my voice. I ball up my fist and sock Flash directly in the nose, knocking him to the floor. I hear Peter yell “OH MY GOD (Y/N) YOU KNOCKED HIM ON HIS ASS.” I giggle and walk away from Flash, who had blood running from his now crooked nose, over to Peter. “I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.” Peter says, grabbing me by my face and kissing me harshly. I was so caught up in the feeling that I barely taste the alcohol on his breath. He broke the kiss and squeaks out “I’ve loved you since the fourth grade and I don’t know why I didn’t tell you sooner and I in the 6th grade I was the one who took your drawing and it’s framed on my wall and I didn’t mean to tell you that and oh my God I hope you like me back.” He finishes and breathe deeply. “Peter, I’ve had a crush on you for years and I really hope you remember this tomorrow.” I say with a smile and pull his face back to mine. We danced the rest of the night together.

We woke up slung over the couch in Peters apartment. My head was pounding slightly and Peter was banging around in the kitchen. He came out with a glass of water and 3 pain pills in his hand. “Here these are for you.” He says quietly and and I thank him and take the pills. “Hey Petey? Do you remember last night?” I ask quietly. “God yes.” He says looking into my eyes and smiling. “How do you feel about what happened?” I ask looking into his warm chocolate colored eyes. “Like I want to do it again.” He says, cupping my face in his hands and pulling my lips to meet mine. The kiss was soft, and sweet, and full of emotion. “I love you, (Y/N). I didn’t just say that because I was drunk.I remember you saying you love me too. And God do I hope you meant it.” He says. “ I did mean it Pete. I’m in love with you.” I say with a smile. “FINALLY!” Ned says, coming out of the bathroom. “HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HERE?” Peter shouts. “PETEY VOLUME AND no seriously Ned how long have you been here” I say loudly. “Since last night. I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU GUYS.” He says with a huge smile and throwing his hands up in the air. “I’m happy too.” Peter says, smiling and kissing me sweetly. I smile and kiss him back. “Be mine?” He asks, leaning his forehead against mine. “Always.” I say kissing him.




anonymous asked:

Everything Harry and his team are doing just look super lazy. Like, hey Harry recorded an album but he can't even be arsed to promote it. Let's use all his famous friends and let them do the job for him. Like, if that's the strategy, bye bye!

I said this in my tags but I’ll say it again here. Right now this looks super yikes to me. The impression it gives is that Harry doesn’t want to talk about his music either because he wants to surprise drop it or he doesn’t care enough to talk about it. And he is letting loads of people hear it that can’t keep their mouths shut about it, so he either has bad judgement in who he is letting listen to it if he wants to drop it as a surprise or that he doesn’t care enough himself to comment. It he had said literally anything about releasing music it would be drastically different, but here we are over a year since hiatus started and he still hasn’t said anything. And before you say they can’t keep things quiet let me remind you about Another Man.

Park Chanyeol//  Feasible - Part 2

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

Prompt:  You’re a work-for-hire girl - for the criminals and criminally rich. Your job is to threaten, steal from, frighten or hurt whoever you’ve been employed to - but your newest job involves a person you swore you’d never talk to again. Someone who brought you into this entire business - and tried to get you out. Someone who, should you accept this challenge, would open a Pandora’s box of disaster… (1 /2 /3 /4 /5 /6)
Scenario: AU, angst, miniseries
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Transcript from the February 20, 1978 interview with Norman Chapman, Steve Bodiford and Don Patchen. Ted had a deal he wanted to propose to the detectives.

At 12:30, Ted was read his Miranda rights.

Patchen : We’ll let you go ahead and take it from there, like we did last night. How about it?

Bundy : One of the reasons I asked to speak to Norm, since I heard you guys from Tallahassee are going to make it your case soon, was that he would be able to respond to anything I wanted. I wanted to make some phone calls because I felt it would be able to shake me loose on a lot of questions I feel inside.

Chapman : Do you still feel like you have a desire to do something you’ve never done before as far as getting things straight?

Bundy : Yeah, I’m in a different place than I’ve ever been before. I knew that talking to my attorneys tonight was going to change things. I sat down and said some things that I’ve never said to an attorney before. Not that they know anything in particular, but I mean I made some pretty strong statements (he stopped for a second and uttered a quick, astonished laugh.) I’ve never done that before with an attorney. It’s always been straight down the road. I’ve laid around today when I had the chance to develop some way that I could do this easily. Ah, well, not easily — there’s no way to do this easily. But in a way that would be more satisfactory. And I came up with something I thought was very comfortable. Laying in bed, I said to myself, ‘Shoot, it’s going to be easier than the dickens and it would all come out.’ Again, I know what you want, but I’m interested in the whole thing, in everything. It’s the whole ball of wax, and it’s got to be dealt with.

Chapman : In other words, you’re interested in everything from Seattle all the way down to Florida.

Bundy : Well, I’m interested in clearing up everything and in giving answers to questions that would be helpful.

Chapman : You have admitted to yourself, Ted, that this is a different situation than has ever happened before. You relate to us three. If you give us this statement to everything you’ve done, anywhere you’re going to stand trial, we’re going to be there.

Bundy : Well, it requires starting with somebody in Seattle to make some inquiries. I want them to know that I might be in a position to answer questions.

Chapman : You know the pressure was on us last night. Now, there’s no pressure at all. If there’s any way we can comply with you, we’ll do it, within reason. You told us last night, for example, that ‘I’ve never told this to anyone before.’ So, we’re starting off eight hours ahead of where we did last night.

Patchen : So where do you want to go from here? Do you want to start talking about this stuff and go through it? Or do you want to contact them first? Tell us what you want to do.

Bundy : Well, let’s see. What it is I wanted to do? It’s not as clear to me now as it was before.

Patchen : Did we confuse you?

Bundy : No. It’s just bringing it out and speaking it in so many words, as opposed to laying back and thinking about it. I’ll give you some background and let’s see if this makes sense. My attorney’s position is that all the state and you all want to do, besides solving these cases, is to execute me. And that would be the logical result of anything you were attempting to get from me, if indeed that what you wanted. There’s no doubt in their minds, given the laws of the state of Florida, that’s what would happen if they guilty party were captured. They advocate a different point of view:  going right down the line and eventually securing my freedom. I like these kinds of situations because it allows me to take — well, it doesn’t allow me really anything. Now if I had my choice — and I don’t necessarily — but if I sit back and think about how I would like the things to resolve itself, everybody satisfied by getting all the answers to all the questions they want to ask, then after that was all over, I would like to be back in Washington State, because that’s where my mother is, that’s where my family is, and that’s where I’m from.

Chapman : In other words, you don’t mind answering questions about anything you’ve done as long as the end result is you’re back in Washington State so that you’ll be in an institution close enough where your mother can visit you.

Bundy : That’s what I’m saying. It’s just being home, back where I was raised, being close to my family. Let’s turn off the tape.

Chapman : If I had the authority right this minute to say, Ted, you give us a recorded, detailed statement of everything you’ve ever been involved in, and in return we will assure you that what incarceration takes place will take place in Washington State, I’d do it. Could you then bring yourself to give us information that we need, could you at that point sit down and say, ‘Yes, I agree to those terms,’ and sit down and tell us?

Bundy : Yes.

Chapman : Ted, let me tell you right now. You’re asking for the world and you know it.

Bundy : I’m asking for a complex situation…

Chapman : Is there any other way that it can be worked out? Because I can tell you the truth — what little bit I know about laws, and we’re dealing with God knows how many states — the chances are it ain’t ever going to happen.

Bundy : There may be, but I haven’t thought of it yet.

Chapman : Washington was the first place you started. Is this correct? These are people who ultimately want you back the most in your mind, and this is where you want to go back?

Bundy : Well, Washington has a lot of questions to ask me.

Chapman : Right.

Bundy : And I’ve got a lot of answers, too.

Chapman : Ok. If we could work something out where we would extradite you back to Washington and have you stand trial for those charges and then come from there back to here…

Bundy : I’m not talking about trials. What I’m talking about there would be no need for trials.

Chapman : In other words, you would plead solo contenders to these charges?

Bundy : It would be very satisfying to all parties concerned. I know it sounds rather complex but it just seems to work for me now. OK, Ted Bundy wants something out of this and maybe that’s not right and maybe he doesn’t deserve it — and in a way that’s true. But still I’ve got to take care of my own survival. Ted Bundy wants to survive, too. I have many responsibilities, as I’ve told you before, to my parents — and that’s part of it. The second part is getting out of the limelight as quickly as possible without all these horrendous trials.

Chapman : Right.

Bundy : And getting close, back close to my parents, and giving the knowledge and peace of mind that can be returned to people who don’t know what happened.

Chapman : To their loved one…?

Bundy : Who don’t know happened.

Chapman : You know you’re asking for more than we can give. There’s a lot of people who are heartbroken because of missing people they don’t know what happened to. You could ease a lot of people’s minds. They’re going to be heartbroken anyway, but at least their minds would get eased. They’ll be able to make decent burials and so forth, and set things right.

Bundy : Yeah but I want to be in a position to make contributions beyond that. And this requires being in Washington.

Chapman : There are lives that are gone and lives that are destroyed that could be refilled, and Ted Bundy is the only person in this world that can begin the reconstruction of the lives — those mothers, fathers, sisters, and brothers.

Bundy : It’s up to me to release the information I have and I want to do that in a way that’s satisfactory to me. I’m not asking to be back on the streets, but I don’t have a death wish either.

Chapman : Ted, how many people have been executed in the United States in the last ten years?

Bundy : Gary Gilmore.

Chapman : The only reason he got it was because he begged for it. A guy from Leon County had his death warrant signed, hell, a year ago, and he’s still sitting down in Raiford. Are you familiar with Florida’s mentally disordered sex offenders statute, whereby people who commit sexual-type crimes are treated in a special light? They’re prosecuted with the intention in mind to rehabilitate, if possible. And if not, to confine them in mental institutions where they can live and exist and won’t hurt others or themselves.

Bundy : It’s not the same as last night, Norm. I’m not emotional the way I was last night. Obviously, I’m coming at you differently tonight.

Chapman : Right.

Bundy : I wanted to get it all off my chest last night, and out of the way. I wasn’t getting down to specifics or details. But decisions were made, and I recognize my responsibilities.

Patchen : You perceive the goal, and you just have to pick the route to get to that goal.

Bundy : Exactly. Now I’m trying to avoid infuriating you, believe me. I don’t mean to be saying this is the way it’s going to be, because I can’t do that. There’s one thing I know for sure : that I’ve got the answers here and they’re mine and they’re for me to give. I want to get to the point where it would be the best all around, not excluding me. I still place a value on myself.

Patchen : Let me ask you this, if you can answer, of course. Can you answer how many states we’re going to be concerned with, so we know how wide a range we are looking at?

Bundy : Well, I think you’d be talking about investigations in six states. I’m not sure about that, all right? I’m going to have somebody check it.

Patchen : Whew! Six.

Bundy : Some of them don’t even know they’re involved, so I suppose they would be left out initially.

Chapman : If a person was to estimate….

Bundy : Let’s not get into that part right now.

(Chapman showed the book of Florida statutes and pointed out the section he wanted Ted to read. There was a pause while Ted scanned the page. Ted then said he needed the case law in order to interpret the statute.)

Chapman : Which section it is that you feel doesn’t apply to you?

Bundy : You will get the answers to your questions when I’m satisfied. I’m not going to say what the answers will be.

Chapman : Tell us where the little girl is. At least the parents have the satisfaction of burying their daughter and going on with their lives. Tell us, Ted!

Bundy : But I’m the most cold-hearted son of a bitch you’ll ever meet.

Chapman : Ted, if you will tell me where the body is, I will go get it and let the parents know that the child is dead.

Bundy : I can’t do that to you, because the sight is too horrible to look at.

Chapman : Is the little girl dead?

Bundy : Well, you gentlemen knew that you were getting involved with a pretty strange creature. And you have known it for days. You people are just anxious for a confession.

Chapman : Don’t, don’t do that. You’re covering now. I’m still of the opinion you have made a start.

Bundy : This story is one that I have always intended to give to you, and a psychologist or psychiatrist. I’m a psychologist and it really gives me insight.

Chapman : You have made a start, Ted. Why wait? This is the first chapter, so don’t stop now. The book’s on the mount, so go ahead. You apparently have come to the point now where you can at least talk about the first chapter, and that’s a great stride forward.

Bundy : I do think it would be an important thing to have it for psychologists, psychiatrists, but I don’t see the pertinence right now. The understanding that you may achieve through this knowledge of my behavior is not directly related to criminal behavior. In the future you may read it in a book.

Chapman : Ted, I don’t want to read it out of a book. Don’t shut us out now.

Bundy : I’m not shutting you out. I’m quite prepared to talk to investigators. I’m in the same place I was yesterday.

(Interview break. Ted place a call to Elizabeth Kloepfer.)

Chapman : Ted, you talked to Elizabeth. Apparently, she is in agreement that you should go ahead and clear the air of some of these things. So why don’t you go ahead and do it and quit stalling? What you’re asking for can’t be done.

Bundy : Well, that’s why I want to talk to my friends, and find out who’s investigating these cases.

Chapman : Last night I really felt it, but tonight you haven’t been as open with with us as you were last night.

Bundy : I know.

Chapman : It scares the living shit out of me, to be quite honest with you.

Bundy : You heard the conversation I just had with Liz?

Chapman : Yeah, but I didn’t hear what she said. She could have told you to lead those guys on as long as you can and then escape the first chance you get.

Bundy : I told you straight.

Bodiford : All right. The goddamn politicians ain’t gonna deal. You were a politician of sorts — you understand politics — and when it comes right down to a politician getting a vote, he’s gonna get the vote. And that’s one of the problems I’m having right now. The sheriff is on my captain’s ass, and my captain is beginning to put pressure on me to put pressure on you. I’ve been telling him that that’s not the way to talk to you and I’m not going to do it. But you’re asking for a deal that can’t be made.

Bundy : Well, why won’t it work? It won’t work in Florida — is that what you’re telling me?

Bodiford : How is the state attorney in Salt Lake City going to justify never prosecuting Ted Bundy and allowing him to be incarcerated in another state?

Bundy : ‘Cause he gets a lot of answers.

Bodiford : He gets a lot of answers, but those answers are just going to make the problem worse. It would be political suicide for a district attorney or prosecuting attorney or state attorney to even consider dealing with Ted Bundy.

Bundy : I’ve got the answers, and the answers are mine to give. That’s a hard-ass position, I know, but I just want to save the horse. If it doesn’t work, Steve, it doesn’t work.

Chapman : Ted, I think you have talked to Elizabeth the way you’re talking to us now, and I think Elizabeth and you have agreed that you need to get it all cleared up.

Bundy : That’s correct.

Chapman : She realizes the magnitude of what we’re talking about, maybe not all of it, but she realizes that you’re involved in it.

Bundy : And she knows no details.

Chapman : There’s no more you can do for her.

Bundy : I have other friends. I’ve got a plan.

Chapman : Ted, I ain’t trying to antagonize you, or make you mad, but where along the line do you figure you have deserved a break? Or have earned one? There’s a supply of a lot of people in this world that you could give a break to.

Bundy : I know where you’re coming from. And I knew that taking the position of mine would arouse a response. I told you that I’m not asking to be cut loose.

Chapman : You have been around long enough to know that no matter what you do, whether you tell us or not, Ted Bundy is gonna look bad.

Bundy : Well, I know there are no guarantees, but they think I don’t care. I want to guarantee myself the chance to talk with psychologists.

Chapman : You ain’t gonna have to worry about that. Every doctor in this country would give his left nut to talk to you.

Patchen : Are you personally going to tell us about your things?

Chapman : Slowly and truthfully.

Patchen : True, person to person.

Bundy : On tape? I haven’t confessed and I’m not going to. And I’m not going to answer any questions about your situation in Tallahassee.

Patchen : Sooner or later, you’re gonna be charged and put back in jail. And then you’re gonna revert and say to hell with y’all, and everybody loses that way.

Bundy : Yep.

Chapman : Tallahassee’s case hasn’t even got started. All we’re doing is just talking. I don’t know what they’ve done. Ok, this is hypothetical. If you go back to Utah, they can put you back in a cell, and you sit there, and nobody’s ever gonna know what you know because you’re already hurting. Nobody’ll ever know the peculiarities or the particulars about your type of personality so that we can stop this again. No, not from you, but say another individual comes up out of the billions of people here on this earth. Out of the 200 millions people here in the United States, we will never be able to spot them. Your purpose in life is to go back to Washington, have these psychologists pick you apart and be able to take a profile of you. But if you go back to Utah, they’re not gonna do this. You said before that they know you from day one, but they don’t really because you were psychoanalyzing them as they were psychoanalyzing you. You let them know exactly what you wanted them to know, and they said you were normal. But they don’t know what you’ve done. Nobody knows but you. And they’re gonna stick you in a cell, and your purpose in life will be defeated. There are people that would crawl on their hands and knees to get a crack at you. I think that’s the reason you don’t want to go back to Utah, because you know Utah is gonna get you before you can give yourself a chance.

Bundy: I’m not afraid to die.

Chapman : But we’re not talking about you being afraid to die. You’re afraid you’re gonna go before your story gets told.

Bundy : Sure.

Chapman : That’s right. And Ted Bundy will have lived for nothing. See, the only out you have right now, Ted, the only out you have as far as believing in a supreme being or anything like that is to tell your story so that nobody else will get in the same situation you’re in.

Bundy : I want to give my deal a try.

Patchen : It ain’t gonna work, Ted. They ain’t gonna meet those deals. Our case in Tallahassee is just beginning. We may develop a case and then we ain’t gonna turn you loose. But if we don’t, then Utah will, or Colorado. We don’t have time to fuck around and try to make deals that we know from the beginning we can’t make.

Bundy : I don’t believe it is so impossible.

Chapman : It would be the greatest loss we have ever had if you don’t come up with this information so these people can talk to you. As far as criminal psychology is concerned, you are the man. You know that? You have known it for how long? How long have you known that, Ted?

Bundy : Known what?

Chapman : We sat over here the other day and you started telling me about how easy it was to escape from places. You told me you’d be out of here in no time at all. And it has bothered me for two days. Why would a man who is facing what you’re facing want to tell a police officer that he can get out of this place in no time at all?

Bundy : I sat alone in that examination room without handcuffs on.

Chapman : I’ve got two of the prettiest little blond headed daughters that you’ll ever see. And they’re gonna grow up, and I don’t want nothing to happen to them. ‘Cause I couldn’t live with it. And now I’m in a position to say Ted could do something that that would help me and my daughters. The chances are slim, but the chances are there. I don’t want to see my daughters hurt. ‘Cause they mean more to me than my life. I’d gladly give mine in exchange for theirs. I can relate to how some of these parents feel, ‘cause it’s a really special feeling between a father and a little girl. So, I want to help all the little girls in the world. I want you to tell me right now. I want you to start with Chi Omega. Tell me how it felt when you walked in there. When you knew you were going to kill. Come on, Ted, open up! Talk! You talked to us before. Tell me what it was that caused you to go in there?

Bundy : I can’t talk about it. I’d be a fool.

Chapman : You’d be a fool, yeah, you’d be a fool.

Bundy : I can’t talk about it.

Chapman : You’d be a fool that was helping more people than he could ever imagine. So tell me about it.

Bundy : I can’t talk about this situation.

Chapman: Yes, you can, Ted! I believe you can. I believe at this point you have made up your mind that you are going to, and I believe you can. So go ahead, Ted. Tell us why, tell us what urged you to want to go into the Chi Omega house.

Bundy : I tried to help you understand me. I tried to help you understand me a little bit more.

Chapman : We can understand your position. You don’t have to explain. Everybody can understand Ted Bundy — a man who does things he regrets, but can’t stop himself. Start with the Chi O house. Don’t stop when you’re so close. Tell me which door you went in. Start some place, Ted!

Bundy : I don’t know anything about the Chi Omega house. I don’t know anything about your investigation in Tallahassee. I want you to understand me, but that’s not going to happen right now. I have resigned myself to answer questions when the time is right, but I haven’t allowed myself to choke. I want to survive, and it’s still very strong, and it’s normal.

Chapman : Ted, if you didn’t want to tell us your story, you wouldn’t even be fucking with us.

Bundy : I know it, goddamnit.

(Interview break. Ted was allowed another phone call but Jack Poitinger who was listening in the other room stopped him and told Chapman to take him back to his cell.)

« Norman, I realize I will never function in society again. I don’t want to escape, but if I get the chance, I will. I want you to be professional enough to see that I never get the chance. »

anonymous asked:

aww man if youre still looking for prompts, i would love to see the first chapter of if we bite from nursey's point of view? like, what exactly was he thinking when he brought up blowjobs to dex etc? that would be amazing!


He’s not sure why he says it.

It might be the stress, or the way that studying Shakespeare makes him think about sex more than usual, or the fact that he’s scatterbrained and tired and that makes him lose his filter, but–

“God,” Nursey mumbles, mostly into Dex’s bedspread. “I’m so tense right now. I just need to suck a dick, you know?”

Dex chokes on his Red Bull and starts coughing, bending over his desk. He’s totally red, and Nursey’s not sure if it’s from what he said or the fact that he can’t breathe, but he snickers as he gets up and smacks him on the back a few times. “Jesus, Poindexter,” he laughs. “Chill.”

You chill,” Dex chokes out. “What the shit, man, you can’t just say that.”

Nursey blinks at him, all innocence, just to be a dick. He and Dex are friends now, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like riling him up. “Say what?”

Dex rolls his eyes, then puts on his Derek Voice, which he usually reserves for terrible reenactments of stories where Nursey’s done something embarrassing. “‘I just need to suck a dick,’ bro? Really?”

Satisfied that Dex is breathing again, since he’s chirping, Nursey flops back onto Dex’s bed. “Hey, we’ve all got our stress relief.”

Dex’s cheeks go pink. Nursey refuses to find this attractive. “Yeah, but like…Don’t you mean, uh, have someone suck yours?”

Oh. That’s what this is about. Nursey raises an eyebrow at him pointedly. “No,” he says. “I said what I meant.”

Dex flushes redder, mutters something about how he doesn’t think that could be relaxing, and Nursey snorts, chirps him gently. They go back and forth like that a bit, Dex getting redder and redder but still asking, not dropping it, and finally, Nursey gives up. “You really wanna know?”

Dex’s throat works as he swallows, and he shrugs. “Good to know how your d-man ticks, right?”

There’s something under his words that Nursey can’t really place, and the room feels warmer than it did before, the weird tension that’s always hovered between them thicker, tighter. Nursey licks his lips and closes his book. “Yeah, okay.” He sits up, hesitating slightly as he thinks through what he wants to say. He knows how he feels when he’s going down on someone, but he’s never had to put into words to another person before.

The closest he’s ever come is putting it on paper, but even that has just been snippets of sensation, and those poems have never seen the light of day.

“I guess it’s about turning my brain off,” he says slowly, carefully. “Y’know, you’ve just got an objective that you’re going for, and you don’t have to think about it. And it’s a lot of sensation, so there’s that, too.” He smiles, thinking a little absently of his favorite parts. “Hard to think too much when your mouth is full and someone’s got their hands in your hair and–”

“Okay, I get it,” Dex says quickly, cutting him off.

Nursey grins. “What,” he teases. “C’mon, you don’t get the same thing eating pussy?”

He knows Dex has had at least one long-term girlfriend, so it’s not out of the realm of possibility that he’s done oral–he hopes he has, at least, Jesus, he’s an asshole but he should at least be a gentleman in bed–but Dex flushes again. “Not exactly,” he says. “I was definitely still, uh, thinking.”

Huh. Nursey shrugs. “Maybe it’s just my thing, then.” Dex still looks uncomfortable, though, and honestly, he sort of is, too–this is more than they’ve ever talked about sex, just the two of them, and it’s sort of weird. And not just because the way Dex keeps looking at him when he talks is making him half-hard in his jeans. He’s grateful for the notebooks in his lap. He changes the subject to something safer. “I mean, it’s no Finer Arts of Maplewood Sanding, but–”

The tension breaks as Dex rolls his eyes. “I swear to God, bro–”

They manage another hour or so of work before Nursey has to give up again, too stressed and annoyed with his essay to keep trying to make his points flow together the way he wants them to. He closes his laptop and gets up. Dex asks if he wants to get dinner, but Nursey turns him gently down–he’s too jittery to eat, and he needs something to calm him down before he can do anything else. He’ll text Lardo first, see if he can get a joint off her; if not, he’ll try one of Sadie’s art friends–

“Or,” Dex blurts out, as Nursey’s halfway out the door.

Nursey stops. Slowly, hesitantly, he turns. Dex is staring at him, upright and rigid in his desk chair, looking a little bit like he’s not sure saying something was a good idea, but like he still has more to say. Nursey raises his eyebrows. “Uh,” he says. “Or what?”

Dex stares at him for another moment, deer-in-the-headlights, and then he seems to force himself to relax, leaning back in his chair, all casual. “I mean,” he says, letting his legs fall open slightly. Nursey does not let his gaze flicker down. He doesn’t. “I’ve got a dick?”

Nursey’s brain does the thought equivalent of a record scratch. He stares. His brain plays the Mac OXS startup music. Chimes. He stares. Dex looks back.

“Are you fucking with me right now,” he says finally, “or are you serious?”

“Serious?” Dex says. It sounds like he’s guessing. Nursey frowns at him, and Dex flushes, backpedaling, talking quickly. “I mean, y’know. Giving blowjobs relaxes you. Getting blowjobs relaxes me. Seems like a win-win?”

He’s rambling by the end, and all Nursey can do is keep staring at him, his mouth open slightly. He blinks a little, and swallows. “I thought you were straight,” he says.

Dex shrugs his shoulders. “Maybe,” he says, and Nursey thinks, wildly, maybe???, but then Dex gestures at Nursey, encompassing his whole body, which…what? “But I’m not fucking blind.”

And it’s Nursey’s turn to flush a little, his cheeks warming. Because he’s used to compliments, yeah, used to people looking at him, but for some reason it feels different, coming from Dex. He’s not really sure why. Not really sure he wants to think about why.

He takes a breath. “If you’re fucking with me, this is a seriously dick move, even for you,” he says. “Like, grade-A asshole move. You know that, right?”

Dex nods, raising his hands, as if in surrender. “Genuine fucking offer, I swear.”

Offer. Like he’s doing Nursey a favor, letting him suck his dick. Like it’s a nice thing to do, letting Nursey get his mouth on him, see what he tastes like, feels like, see if he flushes all the way down his body when he’s turned on–

Fuck. He’s really going to do this. Nursey schools his face to calm. “Yeah, alright,” he says easily, smiling, and closing the door properly. “Chill.”

Dex looks almost as startled as Nursey feels, and for a second, Nursey thinks he is going to pull a “just kidding!”, but he doesn’t. He lets Nursey chirp him about the fact that he and his suitemates are computer nerds who never get laid. He takes off his jeans. They talk about condoms and STIs, because assholes or not, they’re not idiots.

And then Dex is sitting down on the edge of his bed in his boxers and t-shirt, his cheeks flushed, the outline of a semi visible through the thin cotton of his underwear, his eyes fixed on Nursey. Nursey watches his throat move as he swallows. “You wanna?”

He pats the bed next to him, clearly expecting Nursey to blow him from there, and Nursey hesitates. That’s the piece of this that he didn’t mention, but that’s okay. Dex’ll figure it out soon enough.

“Nope,” he says. Nursey smiles, making sure he holds Dex’s gaze, steady and unbreaking, and, slowly, he sinks to his knees.

  • BVB: *is all cheery and fine*
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  • Jinxx: *apparently gets married for a third time*
  • Jake: *calls out Ashley for not really playing bass, calls out his record company for not letting him release music and is generally salty*
  • Ashley: *doesn't play bass and says BVB is a business*
  • BVB: *is clearly not fine and not okay*
  • Fandom: *is also not okay and complains, generally acting as salty as the band right now*
  • CC: Ummm...I'm being generally unproblematic right now. I could be problematic, but I'm not. Be proud of me. I am generally not being problematic right now.
F*ck with me

Prompt: Hope Ann Gregory brings in an old friend to help her train Maggie for the Olympics as well as to repel Lance Tucker from stealing Maggie from Hope.

Warnings: angst, LOTS of inappropriate language

Part 2       Part 3      Part 4       Part 5 

Hope took on the task of training Maggie after her former gymnastics coach, Coach P, passed away. Originally Hope had taken the gig in order to receive a mass inheritance from Coach P’s will, but upon further evaluation of her life, and an unpleasant encounter with men’s gymnastics gold medalist, Lance Tucker, she quickly enlisted the help of her former teammate, (Y/N). 

Y/N) was one of the most disciplined gymnasts Hope had ever encountered and took Coach P’s instructions to heart–not even Hope followed their coach’s instructions so diligently. The only thing about (Y/N) was that, although she was disciplined and hardworking, she was never quite as talented as the other gymnasts, however, because of how overly analytical she was of her own routine, Coach P decided to keep training her as long as she agreed to be the teams’ technique analyst.

When she was approached by Hope to get back into the gym to help an up and coming gymnast, (Y/N) was hesitant. As much as she loved the sport and perfecting other’s routines, Hope had gone off the deep end after she won bronze. It wasn’t until Hope explained the full duties of the job that (Y/N) decided to accept: fuck up Lance Tucker.

Lance had had his way with plenty of the female gymnasts during their time in the Olympic Village, Hope included, but he would never give (Y/N) the time of day. She couldn’t figure out why it bothered her so much–she didn’t have any attraction to him and wouldn’t have done anything with him even if she was pursued–but there was something that aggravated her about the fact that he seemed to be sexually attracted to any female of average looks. (Y/N) was invisible to him and for a while, she was fine with that–she wasn’t being sexually harassed by him on the daily like the other girls were–but then things got nasty.
Lance had started to deliberately screw with her. He would trip her when she was walking down the hall, encouraged a group of guys to criticize her anytime she performed a portion of one of her teammates’ routines to show them a better tactic or technique, and even started to run over her in public places–slamming her notes to the ground, stealing her clipboard, and even broke her videocamera. He figured that the best way to sabotage the girls was to go after their techie routine coordinator, and so that was exactly what he did. (Y/N) hated Lance and vowed to never work with him again; she even turned down a job offer from the male gymnastics coach because it would have meant working closely with that annoying prick.

(Y/N), Hope, and Maggie were at the gym going through Maggie’s warmup exercises when Ben came running toward the three women.
“I’m so sorry, Hope,” he panted as soon as he reached the two coaches. “I tried to keep him out.”

“Twitchy, watch Maggie; Techie, come with me,” she stated and the two girls turned their back to their athlete to approach the man walking toward him. He wore a red, USA training jacket with the collar popped, blue sweatpants, and an annoying smirk that grew the moment he recognized the woman standing beside Hope. Hope took a large step forward and folded her arms over her chest.

“What are you doing here, Tucker?” she snapped.

“I’m coming to pick up my new athlete. Maggie is going to be training with the rest of the women’s team under my coaching,” he stated while pointing over Hope’s shoulder to the girl who was now stretching her arms out by hanging on one of the uneven bars.

“Maggie trains with us. You can get lost,” Hope stated again, her regularly shrill voice even more piercing than usual.

“Cute,” Lance smirked while gazing past the two women and at the athlete who had just started one of her routine’s under Ben’s supervision. “The washed up bronze medalist and the team manager think they can stop me–a gold medalist with more competitions under his belt than–”

“Testosterone in his balls?” Hope finished with a sly smirk, causing Lance’s face to fluster.

“Listen to me, Hope,” he said while taking a step closer and wagging his finger at the small blonde. “You don’t want to fuck with me.” The smirk on Hope’s face refused to falter as all 4 feet and eleven inches of her stood fiercely in opposition of Lance.

“Hmm, as fun as that may be, you’re right, I don’t want to fuck with you.” A sly smile crept onto Lance’s face as he started to take a step toward the athlete in training only to have Hope speak again. “That’s Techie’s job,” she finished, spun on her heel, and patted (Y/N) on the back as she made her way back to Maggie.

“Let’s go, Tucker,” she said while walking toward the office of the gym making sure not to walk too close to him incase his immaturity returned and he felt the need to trip or shoulder check her. The smirk on Lance’s face faltered as he watched Hope successfully correct Maggie’s dismount. Reluctantly, he followed (Y/N) up the stairs, unable to pull his eyes away from her hips as they swayed with each step or her ass as it popped with each lunge up the stairs. His reluctance with being forced into time out with Hope’s assistant quickly turned into a game of cat and mouse the two would become trapped in for months.

(Y/N) was already sitting on the other side of the desk, signaling a position of authority over him. To counteract this move, he kicked his feet up onto a stack of papers and reclined in the uncomfortable chair.

“Get your feet off Ben’s desk, Tucker,” she said monotonously as her eyes scanned the footage of Maggie’s routine yesterday.

“Ben’s desk?” he asked while sitting up and leaning forward, propping his elbows against his knees. “You mean you don’t even have a desk here?” he snickered trying to get under her skin.

“Seeing as I’m not an employee here, no I would not have an office, computer, or desk, but please, continue to point out the obvious. Look, I think there’s a pencil sharpener over there. Do tell me what color it is,” she grumbled and moved the cursor on her screen back to re-examine the last ten seconds of the frame.

“Damn, tech, you used to be such a good girl, but now you’re just a huge bitch,” Lance muttered in hopes of further antagonizing her.

“Well, shit,” she sighed sardonically, “that’s where you’re wrong. I’ve always been a huge bitch.” He bit at his lower lip aggressively when he realized being an asshole wasn’t going to work on her and quickly did a one eighty.

“What does Hope plan to accomplish with this girl, anyway?” Lance asked while sitting up in his chair and trying to respectfully make eye contact with the woman across from him.

“Coach P asked for her to get Maggie to the Olympics,” she replied in a distant tone.

“And there’s nothing I can do for you to make you convince Hope that I should train Maggie?” Lanced asked, his smooth voice laying his kiss-ass tone on thick.

“Nope. Nothing,” she said without taking her eyes off the computer screen and jotting down quick notes about Maggie’s knees being too far apart on uneven bar her dismount and her floor routine becoming sloppier toward the end.

“Do you even like working for Hope?” Lance posted.

“What is this, twenty questions?” she retorted, finally redirecting her attention toward Lance. A smile quickly rose to his lips as soon as her eyes landed on him. Finally, he had her in reach.

“You do know that the guys had a running joke about you back in Athens,” he said, trying to hook her onto his line and reel her into his trap.

“I’m sure there were plenty of jokes about the routine analyst tech dork,” she replied with a smirk, making it obvious that she didn’t care about whatever he had to say to her.

“We all wondered why you weren’t a part of the team so we kind of placed bets on reasons we thought kept you from competing,” he began. She turned back to her work but his voice drained on. “Some of the guys heard a rumor you were knocked up,” he said and leaned back in the chair again. “I told them they were fucking insane because it was beyond obvious you were a virgin.” He tried to see if any muscles in her face would betray her rigid, uncaring appearance, and continued with his story when he realized he’d have to dig deeper to get under her skin. “Others thought you weren’t competing because of an injury, but that just didn’t make sense because you started performing part of your teammates routines after I broke your camera.” Again he got nothing from her. “A lot of us thought it was because of your thick ass and just fanfuckingtastic breasts–actually, funny story, some of the guys would sneak pictures of you in compromising positions and others would ‘fantasize’ about you all night long” Lance continued. Her bottom jaw jutted out and her eyes narrowed in on the screen in front of her. “Do you want to know why I thought you weren’t a competitor?” he teased, dangling his words in front of her like a carrot to a horse.

“Well you’ve pretty much admitted to jacking off to pictures of me so what other embarrassing story do you want to get off your chest?” She turned back to face him and saw she had struck a nerve with her comment. Who knew Lance was so easily embarrassed?

“I thought you were too stuck up to be a competitor. Sure you had the ability to do exactly what the others did, but you saw yourself as being above the rest of us, didn’t you?”

“Whatever you say, Tucker,” she muttered and then swiveled back to the videos she was going over as Ben recorded more footage for her today.

“You were a pain in the ass in Athens and you’re being a pain in my ass right now!”

“I did nothing to you in Athens,” she snapped and turned to face him. “You were the one who constantly screwed with me.”

Bullshit!” he huffed while rising from his chair and putting his hands on his hips. (Y/N) let out a deep sigh and turned back around, tired of holding onto decade old drama. “You almost cost me my medal.” Lance turned back toward the desk and bit his lip again when he saw that she wasn’t paying any attention to him. “Look at me when I’m fucking talking,” he said through gritted teeth as he spun the chair around and gripped the armrests preventing her from controlling it’s direction.

“What the hell is your problem?” she demanded. Lance was starting to make her feel uneasy but there was something in his eyes that she latched onto, something that was different from the rage he was emitting.

“I hated having you hang around the gym; sitting there with your notepad and camera, critiquing every damn thing you found wrong–and I sure as hell hated it when my coach asked you to go over my routine. You were already a fucking distraction as it was and then you had to shove a damn camera in my face.”

“If it’s any consolation, I could not have cared any less about your performance. Coach P made me do that to be fair to both US gymnastics teams.”

“I didn’t need you to sit there and judge me–I had a coach for that–and I sure as shit didn’t want you there either! I couldn’t do my damn routine without fucking up when you were there and then it became a problem.” He pushed himself off the chair and (Y/N) refused to look back to the computer, figuring Lance would leave eventually.

“Look, Lance, I’m sorry you thought I was trying to sabotage you, but that was ten years ago!” she said as she tried not to make herself look small or helpless. She didn’t need to look defenseless when someone so skilled in making people feel like shit was out to get her. So far she had kept her cool, but her natural instinct was to shrink, not to stand tall.

“That’s the whole fucking thing, (Y/N)! I knew you weren’t trying to do anything! You were just there and I fucked up every damn time when I realized you were watching.”

“It’s hard to perform under pressure, especially when you know you’re being critiqued,” she tried to explain. “It happens to the best athletes.”

“I’ve been in so many competitions that the presence of judges no longer phase me,” he said while holding up a hand to her, sounding boastful before turning around and huffing in aggravation again. “So I started fucking around and being an asshole to you, but you were such an easy target and, shit, you’re so damn cute when you get frustrated and flustered and it only fucked me up more!”

“Wait, what?” she interrupted but he continued talking over her, not hearing her confused objection.

“So I started acting like an even bigger asshole and then came the final practice before competition. Of course you were there, standing alongside the coach, when I got on the Pommel horse. Not even two minutes into the routine, my dick rams into the fucking handle bar, and there you were taking it all in.”

“I don’t see how your coach asking me to critique your routine directly caused you to hurt yourself.”

“Of course you don’t,” he grumbled before taking a deep breath and explaining himself to her slowly. “It wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t there, because then I wouldn’t have had a hard on and my cock wouldn’t have gotten in the way. You’re not still a virgin, are you?” he sneered.

“Shut the fuck up, Tucker. Get over your dick injury and maybe next time try to manage your erections,” she snapped and turned back to the computer. He paced back toward her as she stared at the computer screen and bent down, pressing his lips to her right ear and whispering heavily.

“It’s a little late for that.” Lance turned and left her alone in the office as chills traveled down her spine. She knew that if she and Hope were able to get Maggie to the Olympics, it would be a long, rough few weeks of torture in Brazil.

Down There

(SEVENTEEN Vernon/Hansol Shorts)

Genre: Typical Romance, slight smut (inspired by any kissing scenes out there oh and kdrama Witch Love)

Author: tedryse

Summary: Both Hansol and the reader are acting, and they have to do a kissing scene. It gets awkward at first until Hansol made a move. Things get heated as they follow the director’s order.

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Fearless (Shawn Mendes)

Classy jazz music played in the background as people swayed on the dance floor in their gowns and suits, enjoying the night. I wasn’t one of those people. My parents had dragged me to this thing, knowing I wasn’t social and hated dressing up.

So here I sat, uncomfortable in a gown, alone as my parents made small talk that would supposedly further their business careers. I was used to it, though. They wanted so badly for me to be like them, social and successful, taking the world by storm. But I’m not, and I think they’re starting to notice that.

“May I have this dance?”

Startled, I look up to find a dude standing in front of me holding his hand out in an all black suit. A cute dude. He flashes a big bright grin as I look up. All I can do is sit there, paralyzed. His big brown eyes were friendly, but staring at me and putting me on the spot.

“Umm.. I, uh, I don’t really dance.”

“That’s a shame,” he said, taking a seat next to me. Oh God. “And why don’t you dance?”

What do I say now? “I-I just don’t.”

“Well there’s gotta be a reason,” he returns. “Maybe it’s the crappy music, or the crowdedness of the dance floor. Or maybe you’re just completely uncoordinated and really can’t dance. It could also be that you’re completely unstable on those heels, which I don’t blame you. I would be too. It could also be that you just don’t like me. So?”

For a second I just blink, taking in everything he’s said. “It’s all of that.”

“Except the last one?” he says with a hopeful smile.

I think about denying it for a second. “Except the last one.”

“Great!” he exclaims. “Then let’s go somewhere other than the dance floor,” he says, hopping up.

“Like where?”

“You’ll only find out if you come on.” There’s his hand again, just waiting for me to take it.

My parents will probably be mad if they come back and can’t find me, but who cares. As soon as our hands make contact, his clasps around mine and leads me out of the ballroom this thing is hosted in.

As we arrive back in the lobby he turns to me. “So what do you want to do?”

“You’re supposed to be leading me, remember?”

“Right,” he says, looking down in a way that makes it clear he’s thinking. “I really didn’t plan past this.”

“I can tell.” I say, as we just stare at each other wondering what to do. “Tell you what, I heard this place has one of the most beautiful gardens in the state.”

“You wanna go to it?” he asks.

“Well what would I mention it for if I didn’t?” He’s my only friend at the moment, who else am I gonna be sarcastic to?

“Good point.”

“Anyways, I think it closed at 7.”

“How much you wanna bet we can still get into it?”

I can already tell some part of this night isn’t going to end well. But does that stop me?

“Come on.” He follows me through the hotel to the double doors that lead to the garden. Immediately there’s a gate, connecting to the fence that surrounds it. The lock was a card scanner, only to be unlocked by I’m assuming managers and gardeners at the hotel.

Embarrassing as it is, I shoved my hand down the side of the top piece to my dress and dug around until I grasped what I was looking for. Shawn’s bewildered eyes said everything he was thinking as I held out the blank card that displayed only the hotel logo.

I waved it in front of the scanner and to my luck, it went green almost immediately. I quickly pulled the lock off and open the doors enough for us to enter.

“Where did you get that?” he asked. “Are you staying here?”

“No. My parents are good friends with the owners of this place. They told me if I ever need a place to stay to just ask at the front desk for an empty room and this would work for any of them. We just got lucky that it works on facilities too.”

We closed the door behind us but took the lock with us so we couldn’t get locked in. Immediately before us was a labyrinth of rosebushes and hedges and thousands of other gorgeous plants and flowers. All I wanted to do was look in amazement, but I was soon drawn out of my daze.

“Well?” he asked, looking down at me. “Is it everything you hoped?”

“Even better.” I began walking, slowly through the garden, passing roses and peonies.

He followed closely behind, reaching out and touching something here and there every once in a while. About halfway down one of the aisles I heard a bush shake behind me. I turned to find him behind me with a yellow rose in hand.

“A flower for my lady,” he said, on his knees.

All I could do was laugh. “You know yellow roses mean friendship right?”

His eyebrows furrowed and he turned and gently set it back in the bush, making me laugh further. He then plucked a new flower, a red rose, and returned to his original position and repeated his line.

“Thank you,” I said, wiping away a tear. “Where am I supposed to put this?”

“I don’t know,” he said, “in your hair or something.”

“How about we put it in your hair,” I say, heading up to him and sticking it into his fluffy curly hair. Suddenly I gasp. “I have an idea. Let’s make you a flower crown!”

“Oh gosh,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “Why not?”

“Come one!” We raced through, picking up flowers from bush after bush. “Don’t touch that one!” I told him, “It’s known to cause breakouts on open skin, won’t kill you but it isn’t pleasant.”

He quickly pulled his hand away and followed me, helping me carry all the flowers. We eventually made it to the end of the garden, where there was a huge gazebo lit up with fair lights. It reminded me of the scene in A Cinderella Story at the dance.

“We need a long, bendy stick to make it into a crown,” I told him.

”How about this?” He asked, pointing to some connected to the gazebo.

“No! If that one is broken the entire plant dies.”

“How do you know so much about these plants? I thought you’d never been in here?”

“I haven’t. But I’ve been studying botany since I was in middle school. It’s what I want to go into when I’m older.”

“Ah,” he nodded his head in understanding. “But I thought the party was for  people in the music industry?”

“It is. That’s my parents, Mr. And Mrs. Executive Producer. I’m not really a part of that,” I explain quickly, “Here it is,” I tugged a skinny wooden twig and tied it into a ring big enough to fit his head.

Together we stuck the flowers on it and I crowned him with it, smiling at the sight.

“You look beautiful,” I tell him, meaning it sincerely. It wasn’t the flower crown that made him, it was the wide smile and excited eyes.

“Why thank you,” he said, flashing a grin and adjusting his crown. He pulled out his phone and an unrecognizable slow song sounded out of the speakers. “Uh, I know in there wasn’t exactly your crowd, but now that it’s just me and you.. May I have this dance?”

“You know I don’t dance,” I told him again.

“Come on,” he said, clasping his hands together. “Please? For me? Do I have to get on my knees again?”

I laugh, knowing he’s already won. “Fine, fine. Yes, I’d love to dance with you.”

One of his hands clasp mine and the other lands on my waist. Normally I’m uncomfortable with people touching me in any way, but it feels different this time. It feels right.

A voice is soon incorporated into the beautiful melodies and I recognize it almost immediately.

“Is this you?”

“Yeah. I wondered if you would notice.”

This night suddenly took a turn. It was always something else, never me. No one ever came to me because they liked me. I pulled away. “Look, my parents are the record producers. If you’re looking for recognition show them—“

“No,” he pulled me back, “this is a new phone, all I have right now is my own music. I’m already signed, if it makes you feel better.”

“Oh,” was all I could let out.

“Look, I really like you. You, okay? Not your parents.” He says, still swaying with me to the music.

“I like you too,” A half sigh, half laugh comes out of me. “And I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s Shawn,” he finally tells me.

I smiled rest my head on his shoulder, rocking with the music.

“Feel free to tell me yours,” he says.

There he goes, making me laugh again. “Y/N.”

“Your name is just as gorgeous as you are.”

“You sound so corny.”

“But I mean it,” he said, gripping my waist a little tighter. Weirdest part was that I already knew he did.

The song ended and we took a seat on the bench, just talking about our lives, where we came from, where we were headed.

As we stood back up to find something else to do, my phone rang from inside my boob. It was slightly embarrassing digging it out of my chest but as soon as I did reality snapped back.

“It’s my dad, probably wondering where I am. I’ve gotta go.”

“Wait!” he calls out, holding onto my hand.

I turn and he brings me close, even closer than when we were dancing. He places his hand on my neck and and brings his lips down to mine firmly. I immediately feel the connection and can’t help but return his affection.

He moans a little as I wrap my arm around his neck and kiss him harder.

“Hey! Who’s back there?”

We both jump away from each other, hearing the quick footsteps of a guard or whoever called from the entrance. I leave the lock on the bench and grab his hand.


“I thought you said the owners gave you access!” He says, running behind me.

“Did I say me? I meant my parents.”


Prompt List - to be updated

Song Prompt List

Thanks for reading, hope you liked it! To the requester, I’m sorry this took so long to get up. I told you Thursday and it’s now Monday (technically Tuesday). It just took a while to configure an ending I liked, but it’s here, I’m satisfied. And as always, if you want a part 2, I’m open to making one. I have a couple more Shawn imagines t make, an one JG imagine that’ll be coming up soon. Btw this isn’t proofread, so if you see mistakes point them out to me!


Frustrated (ChrisMD)

Requested?: Yep, Thank You
Warnings: Smut
Pairing: Chris and Reader. Sidemen (platonic)



You would think that being around Chris would be really awkward.

Being that about three months ago when we were out with a couple of friends, we both got a little drunk. Which soon lead to us heading back to his hotel room, and hooking up. We both vowed to never speak of that night and to act like nothing happened.

Although I don’t think that Chris has been forgetful of it though. I mean the boy literally flirts with me every chance he gets. Not saying that I don’t enjoy it or that I don’t flirt back, because I do.

Take right now for instance, Chris and the sidemen are out recording football videos, and he is continuously flirting with me. Winking at me, looking me up and down, and constantly making eye contact with me.

I’m trying to ignore it, but the rest of the guys are not letting anything slip past them. Every time Chris does something one of them has to say something.

As Chris takes his turn, trying to hit the crossbar, he makes direct eye contact with me as he hits hit. I take in a deep breath as he runs his tongue over his lips, before turning to the camera.

Once everyone has taken their turn, and everyone but Josh and Ethan has hit the crossbar, the recording equipment is soon packed up.

“Yo, Y/N. you okay over there?” Simon asks, walking towards me “You seem a bit flustered.”

“I’m fine.” I say, walking away from him

“Awh, Chris look what you’ve done to her.” JJ says jokingly

“Shut up.” I mumble, grabbing my bag and walking towards the car

I hear all of them laugh before following me out.

“You know that they were just joking about, right?” Chris asks as we enter the spare bedroom, at the sidemen house.

“Didn’t seem like they were.” I say crossing my arms

“Come on, it’s not like you were actually getting flustered by all of that.“  Chris says, walking over to the desk

He sets down his phone, before he looks up at the wall.

“Unless you were.”

I look down “Of course I wasn’t.”

I then hear him get up, before walking to directly in front of me.

“Y/N, were you actually getting flustered by me earlier?” Chris asks

When I don’t answer him, he gently lifts my chin up with his hand.

“Y/N, answer me.”

“Okay, fine. So what if it did?” I ask, making eye contact with him

“Because that’s what I wanted.” He mumbles, before pressing his lips against my own.

After getting over the shock of him kissing me, I begin to move my lips with his. I’ve been waiting for this to happen, since the first time it happened. I missed the feeling of his lips against my own.

I feel his hands travel down my back, before resting on my upper thighs.

“Jump.” He whispers against my lips

I do as he says, and jump up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He then walks backwards, so I am between him and the wall. Our lips now moving together, in an almost desperate manner.

Chris then disconnects his lips from mine and trails them down my jaw and my neck. I lean my head back, ever so slightly, to give him better access. I then feel him hit that certain spot, causing a moan to slip past my lips.

He sucks on that patch of skin, leaving his mark there.

He then moves his head so he is making eye contact with me again.

“You sure about this?”

I nod my head “Never been more sure of anything.”

He smiles and then walks us both over to the bed, where he lays me down and crawls on top of me. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down and connecting out lips once again.

He happily complies, and moves his lips with mine. I move one of my hands up into his hair, gently pulling at it. This causes him to let out a groan, and push his lips against mine harder.

I then feel him trail his hand down my side, before gently lifting my shirt up.

Our lips disconnect for a second, so we can both get our shirts off. Chris loves his hand behind my back, unclasping my bra, as he connects our lips again.

Before long all of our clothes, besides our underwear is off and on the floor. I then feel Chris get up from the bed.

I open my eyes, and follow his every movement.

“Don’t worry, just getting this.” Chris says, pulling a condom out of his bag

“Oh, you were expecting something like this to happen?”

“Maybe not with you, but I’m not complaining.”

He then climbs back on the back and on top of me.

“You’re one-hundred percent sure about this?” He asks, looking in my eyes

I nod my head “You ask one more time, and I will take complete control over this.”

“I’d rather you didn’t.” He says, now removing both of our underwear.

He then hands the condom to me “You do it.”

I take it from him, ripping open the package. Then rolling onto him.

He then grabs a hold my hand in his, using his other hand to hold himself up.

“Might hurt a little bit.” He says, before pushing into me.

I groan, and squeeze his hand, closing my eyes. It only hurts for a few seconds, before he starts to move slowly. 

“Chris, please.” I mumble “Move faster.”

He complies and then begins to move his hips at a faster pace. Moving his head down, burying it in my neck.

His lips, connect to my neck, gently sucking. This causes more moans to slip past my lips.

My hands then travel to his back. My nails are now digging into his back, running my hands down. Surely leaving scratches down his back.

Soon enough the both of us are reaching it high. The sound of both of our moans is ringing throughout the room. Neither of us cared if anyone in the house could hear us. Right now, we were the only two in the world.

Soon enough Chris and I are laying side by side on the bed, both out of breath.

“That was so much better sober.” Chris says after a while

I turn to him “I have to agree.”

He turns his head towards me and smiles. “Been wanting to do that since the first time.”

I smile and the cuddle into him “So have I.”

I then feel my eyelids start to become a little heavy.

“Goodnight.” Chris whispers, pressing his lips to my forehead.

-Next Morning-

I am in the kitchen, cooking all of the boys breakfast, consisting of pancakes and bacon. When I hear someone walk into the kitchen.

Before long, two arms are wrapped around my waist, and a pair of lips against my temple.

“Morning.” Chris whispers

“Morning.” I say smiling

“It’s too early for that.” I hear Simon groan, as he walks into the kitchen.

“Morning to you too Simon.” I say as I take the last of the pancakes off of the pan

“Why are you two so lovey dovey this morning?” He asks

I didn’t realize what he meant, until I remembered that Chris still had his arms wrapped around me.

“Probably has something to do with what I heard coming from the spare bedroom, last night.” Josh says walking into the kitchen

“Then that explains the bruising on their necks, and the scratch marks on his arms.” Simon says

My face turns best red, and I turn away from the guys. This is something I wasn’t really wanting to talk about, being that it was mine and Chris’s personal life.

“I think she’s had enough teasing within the past two days.” Chris says, hugging me closer to him

“Yeah and not just by us.” Simon says

“Please just drop it.” I mumble looking at him

“Fine.” Simon sighs “I’m just happy you two are pretty much together now. I can’t take anymore of this flirting shit going on between you two.”

I smile, agreeing with what he said. Chris has always been the one I want to be with. Whether I knew it or not. I couldn’t wait to see what the future will hold for the two of us.

Who knows, maybe we will be together for so long that we start a family. Although that’s probably far off in the future.

As of right now. I am just going to be living in the moment. Enjoying every little thing.

The Madness Vase/the Nutritionist

by Andrea Gibson

The nutritionist said I should eat root vegetables,
said if I could get down thirteen turnips each day
I would be grounded, rooted.
Said my head would not keep flying away to where the darkness lives.

The psychic told me my heart carries too much weight,
said for twenty dollars she’d tell me what to do.
I handed her the twenty and she said, “Stop worrying, darling,
you will find a good man soon.”

The first psycho-therapist said I should spend three hours a day
sitting in a dark closet with my eyes closed and my ears plugged.
I tried it once but couldn’t stop thinking
about how gay it was to be sitting in the closet.

The yogi told me to stretch everything but the truth, 
said focus on the out breath,
said everyone finds happiness
if they can care more about what they can give
than what they get.

The pharmacist said Klonopin, Lamictal, Lithium, Xanax.

The doctor said an antipsychotic might help me forget
what the trauma said.

The trauma said, “Don’t write this poem.
Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.”

But my bones said, “Tyler Clementi dove into the Hudson River
convinced he was entirely alone.”

My bones said, “Write the poem.”
To the lamplight considering the river bed,
to the chandelier of your faith hanging by a thread,
to everyday you cannot get out of bed,
to the bullseye of your wrist,
to anyone who has ever wanted to die:

I have been told sometimes the most healing thing we can do
is remind ourselves over and over and over
other people feel this too.

The tomorrow that has come and gone
and it has not gotten better.

When you are half finished writing that letter
to your mother that says “I swear to God I tried,
but when I thought I’d hit bottom, it started hitting back.”

There is no bruise like the bruise
loneliness kicks into your spine
so let me tell you I know there are days
it looks like the whole world is dancing in the streets
while you break down like the doors of their looted buildings.
You are not alone
in wondering who will be convicted of the crime
of insisting you keep loading your grief
into the chamber of your shame.

You are not weak
just because your heart feels so heavy.
I have never met a heavy heart that wasn’t a phone booth
with a red cape inside.

Some people will never understand
the kind of superpower it takes for some people
to just walk outside some days.
I know my smile can look like the gutter of a falling house
but my hands are always holding tight to the rip cord of believing
a life can be rich like the soil,
can make food of decay,
turn wound into highway.

Pick me up in a truck with that bumper sticker that says, 
“It is no measure of good health
to be well adjusted to a sick society.”

I have never trusted anyone
with the pulled back bow of my spine
the way I trusted ones who come undone at the throat
screaming for their pulses to find the fight to pound.
Four nights before Tyler Clementi
jumped from the George Washington bridge
I was sitting in a hotel room in my own town
calculating exactly what I had to swallow
to keep a bottle of sleeping pills down.

What I know about living
is the pain is never just ours.
Every time I hurt I know the wound is an echo,
so I keep listening for the moment the grief becomes a window,
when I can see what I couldn’t see before
through the glass of my most battered dream
I watched a dandelion lose its mind in the wind
and when it did, it scattered a thousand seeds.

So the next time I tell you how easily I come out of my skin
don’t try to put me back in.
Just say, “Here we are” together at the window
aching for it to all get better
but knowing there is a chance
our hearts may have only just skinned their knees,
knowing there is a chance the worst day might still be coming

let me say right now for the record,
I’m still gonna be here
asking this world to dance,
even if it keeps stepping on my holy feet.

You, you stay here with me, okay?
You stay here with me.

Raising your bite against the bitter dark,
your bright longing,
your brilliant fists of loss.
Friend, if the only thing we have to gain in staying is each other,
my god that is plenty
my god that is enough
my god that is so so much for the light to give
each of us at each other’s backs
whispering over and over and over,
“Live. Live. Live.”

  • "You had someone who loved you unconditionally."
  • "I'm sorry I gave up on us when you never did."
  • "Can I kiss you before I kill you?"
  • "Every time I try to move on, you're right there."
  • "I'm not a stop along the way, I'm a destination."
  • "Happiness does not seem to be on the menu."
  • "You're not hot enough to be a high school cheerleader."
  • "Excuse me if I don't fall for that, or you, ever again."
  • "I'd ask how you are, but I really don't care."
  • "You're completely unaware of your affect on me."
  • "Who the hell is he not to want you?"
  • "When are you gonna ask me on a real date?"
  • "I'm gonna need another drink to forget I just heard that."
  • "You'd really go out with some guy you don't know?"
  • "I look forward to never seeing you again."
  • "You have no idea who you're dealing with."
  • "I'm glad that she's so fun and I'm sorry that I'm not."
  • "A little bit of danger is what makes life worth living."
  • "How would I ever believe anything you say again?"
  • "Isn't there someone else you can torture?"
  • "Do yourself a favor and stop talking right now."
  • "Take a Xanax or a tequila shot or something."
  • "Maybe I am a total bitch, did you ever think about that?"
  • "Let me say, for the record, I like you. You and only you."
  • "There's a reason I always come back to you."
  • "I'm happy for you. I'm gonna go vomit now."
Happy Valentine’s Day

There is it, guys!

Once again, thank you for sticking around and being so patient! Warning: smut and fluff ahead!

I look up from my computer screen and realize I am the last one in the office. Everyone left early, probably to be with their other halves for Valentine’s Day. I don’t really care, Jared is in New York until Friday on business, but it’s not like we celebrate Valentines anyway. I look at my watch. 6pm. I think it’s time to call it a day. I have a bottle of wine with my name on it and a skype date with my man.

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Stuff that happened at CDP

First of all I’ve got to say sorry because I told you that I was going to record a fancam and I did… until my card got full at the end of the warmup *facepalm* so I’ll still post the warmup tomorrow but yeah.

And thank fuck god for @pink-paperblossom​ that I planned to meet with and that warned me that a marathon was blocking the way for me to get there in time!

Now let’s go to the good stuff.

Now let me ask you something, we all have specific(s) image(s) attached to an event right ? Like frames behind your eyelids ? Because I’ll have many for this event but what I’ll remember first when thinking about it isn’t the amazing program Shoma pulled, but *clear throat*THE FACT THAT WHEN I WHEN I WAS STILL IN THE ENTRY SEARCHING FOR @pink-paperblossom SHOMA BRUSHED PASSED ME AND STARTED TALKING WITH TAKAHITO WHO WERE LIKE 3 FT AWAY FROM ME, WTF DO YOU WANT ME TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK






I STILL HAVE CAN’T BELIEVE IT I’M SO HAPPY (also what is focus lmao)







Title:The Laws of Love: Chapter One

Summary:The reader is a a big lawyer and Dean is her assistant what they  don’t realize it that they’re both in love with the other but what will happen after Dean agrees to be her date for a party  

Paring: Dean X Reader 

Date: February ,7.2017

Word Count:2,708

Warnings:Language, smut and drinking 

Authors Note: I do really apologize for not posting anything in such a long time but I hope that this new series will make up for it  

Tags: @wrong-universe   @im-beautifully-sewn @lunarsaturn88
@deliciouslyshadowymilkshake @fangirl1029

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Mornings were always the best part of my day, because that first moment that she walked through the doors never ceased to make me go weak an the knees. The way she moved so full of confidence was enough to that to any man. Every morning just like clockwork she sauntered her way through the doors at 8;00.

 As I watched the doors to her office close I stood from my desk addressing my suit to make sure everything is in order before moving to grab her stack of case files and the coffee I had made a few minuets prior.

Walking through the door my senses are immediately filled with her, the soft smell of black cherry from the candle she often had burning invading my nose instantly calming my rapid heartbeat

“Good morning Dean. Have a nice weekend?” She greeted me with a friendly smile

“ Yeah my brother and I went to see a game Saturday. Did you do anything this weekend?” I ask in return

“Oh you know me, just the usual. So what do we have for this today?” She asked effectively changing the subject

“Well today you have a Mr. Novak called and said he’d be stopping in to have you look over his case before he takes it to judge Shurley ,a 10:00 meeting with the DA ,at 1:00 lunch with the governor, she said she had something important to talk to you about , and by the time you get back from that the Peterson file should be here for you to get started on.” I read off her schedule from my note pad   

“ Ok well notify me when he gets here and call in Sam to help with the Peterson case please.” She asks making little notes in her planer 

“Yes ma’am I’ll call him now” I say as I get up and head back towards my desk 

I had just finished my phone call with Sam when cas walked through the door, looking smug as ever.

“I have some business to discus with Y/N so if you’d kindly tell her I’m here.” He said starring down at me 

“Y/N, Cas is here to see you now.” I said over the intercom 

“ Ok thank you send him in” she responded as I waved him in 

~~~~~~~ readers Pov

“ Good morning Y/N, I hope you had a nice weekend?” Cas asks as he walks through my office door making me wish I had passed our most junior partner on to someone else for his training 

“Yes Cas I did but lets get to work because I have quite a busy schedule today. Now do you have your opening statements, witness testimonials, hospital records and police reports gathered?” I question as I read off the basics he should have 

“Yep I have them all right here.” he says as he hands me file after file of crumpled , dogeared, coffee stained  paper 

“Ok for starters you can not go into a courtroom with your paperwork in this condition, so once I’m done looking this over you will have to straiten them out, redo them or something because no one will take you serious if they look like this.
Now lets see how the actual case holds up.” I say as I begin to look through it all. After about 45 minutes I finally finish “ Well Cas it seems pretty strait forward, I think you should be fine.” I say handing him his papers back and walking him out the door 

“Thank you Y/N, would you let me repay you by treating you to lunch?” He asks biting his lower lip awaiting my answer 

“ Sorry but I can’t, I have lunch with the Governor so I’m going to have to decline.” I say trying to let him down as easy as I could, truth was I wasn’t looking for any sort of relationship at the moment and even if I was Cas just didn’t fit into what I would be looking for. 

“ Ok well at least let me walk you to the lobby?” hes asks still hopeful 

“I suppose so but I have to hurry or I’ll be late for my meeting with the DA .” I give in 

Just as I head back to my office to grab my purse I hear Dean abruptly stand up from his chair saying something about going to pick up the case files himself.

~~~~~~Dean’s POV

All three of us shuffled into the elevator and I pretended to busy myself on my phone as Cas continued to make apparently unwanted advances toward Y/N and I couldn’t stop the tightening in my chest every time he pointed out an aspect of her beauty, even though I wholeheartedly agreed with everything he said it still hurt to hear those words being directed at her and I wasn’t the one saying them, I wasn’t the one telling her how beautiful she looks , how her eyes shine when she laughs ,the way I love how adorable she looks when she picks at her bracelet when she gets nervous or uncomfortable, just the way she was doing now. Knowing I had to do something to help her in the situation I quickly bring her attention to me
“Y/N when was the last time you met with the Governor? Because I don’t remember ever seeing a call from her.” 

“I’ve never had lunch with her before but I did advise on the case when her niece was kidnapped to help make sure they were prosecuted with the maximum penalty, but that’s the only way I know her.” She answers just as the elevator stops at cas’s floor
I breathe a sigh of relief as I watch the doors close behind him, but I suddenly become all to aware of the confined space we’re in and feel my palms begin to sweat, no woman has ever had the effects on me that she has and we’re just sharing an elevator. A few seconds pass before she brakes the silence
“ Dean after my meeting I’m going to lunch so you might as well get yours while you’re out too, and I might not be back till after 2:00ish so if Sam gets here before I get back just have him get started without me”

“Yes ma’am I’ll tell him.” I say as I pocket my phone

“Dean don’t you think after three years you can call me by my name?” she asks with a slight chuckle. 

“ Sorry, I’ll try to remember that” I say knowing full well I can’t. The truth is I would love nothing more than to feel her name roll off of my tongue but the day I start that I know will be the day it never stops falling from my lips like a prayer, wishing for it to be whispered in the most intimate of ways with our bodies tangled together. pushing and pulling till the only words each of us can think of is each others names. But I also know this is my job and I need to be professional and bury my feelings no matter how difficult that might be.
Neither of us says anything else as we reach the lobby and go our separate ways  

~~~~readers POV

 I returned to find Dean’s desk empty, assuming that he must still be gone I make my way to the spare office we have for consulting partners to see if Sam arrived. As I make my way down the corridor I hear faint voices coming from the room, coming closer I recognize them to be Sam and Dean, hovering by the door I overhear the tail end of their conversation 

“ Dude, you can’t just keep pretending that you don’t feel anything for her. You’re going to have to say something sooner or later so why not make it sooner?” Sam asks

“Yeah but it’s just not that simple, she’s different, she’s special, if she didn’t feel the same way it would destroy me, I  know it would.”Dean responds making you feel like the air had been knocked out of your lungs, did he really finally have someone? Of coarse he did, no way he was even interested in you let alone going to set around waiting on your stupid ass. You were only his boss, nothing more, never anything more. You think to yourself
Quickly composing yourself you open the door effectively ending their conversation and the shattering of your heart. They both turn and look your way as the door swings open 

“ Good afternoon gentlemen, I trust you’re ready to get down to business?” you ask pushing the hurt in your heart to the back of your mind  
Dean returns to his desk as you and Sam begin the monumental task of preparing for the upcoming trial, 45 minuets pass before either of you speak
“ So I hear you had lunch with the governor, what was that all about?” Sam asks 

“ She invited me to a party as a thank you for helping we her niece.” you answer not looking up from the work in front of you 

“ Are you going to go?” Sam asks

“I’m not sure,she told me I had to bring a date so I might not go.” you say

“ And why is that such a deal breaker?”Sam questions 

“Well because I don’t really have anyone to go with and it’s kind of embarrassing to show up without one after she told me to bring someone.” you confess 

“Yeah I guess that makes sense” Sam says 

“Hey I don’t suppose you’d be willing to be my date?”  you ask hopeful 
what you didn’t know however was Dean had just approached the door and heard as you asked his own brother, the one he had trusted with his most personal feelings to be your date. Feeling angry and quite frankly betrayed he storms  out of the office wanting to be anywhere but there

~~ Dean’s POV 

I can’t believe that of all people she chose him, why did it have to be Sam?
I ask myself as I set down at the bar just down the street. After about six shots my brain has fogged enough that it would be a good idea to call Sam  

“Dean? Do you need something?” he answers after three rings 

  “Yeah, I want to know if Jess knows.” I slur slightly in to the phone 

“ If Jess knows what? Where are you and why do you sound like you’ve been drinking?” Sam asks 

“That you’re going on a date with Y/N, and I sound like I’ve been drinking because I am drinking” I say as I order another round 

“Dean where are you, I’m coming to get you.” Sam 

“I’m at a bar down the street, but I don’t want to see you” I say before hanging up 

Sam arrives about 20 minutes later “ Dean what are you doing here?” Sam asks 

“I’m drinking what’s it look like I’m doing?” I bite at Sam 

“I can see you’re drinking but what I don’t know is why.” Sam prods 

“ You really don’t know? Did you even hear her ask YOU out?” I ask razing my voice slightly

“That’s what this is about? Dean just sober up and go talk to her, this is not my place to explain but I can assure you she’s not interested in me” Sam says taking my remaining shots away and ordering a black coffee

Back at the office I return to my desk I try to avoid Y/N as much as possible 
till I hear the familiar sound of the intercom and then her voice comes through asking me to com to her office.
I walk through the door fully expecting to be fired but instead she asks me to sit in a voice so calming it gives me chills.

“ Dean, umm I was wondering if you were free this Saturday? You see the Governor has invited me to a party and I was hopping you’d be my date?” She asks looking at me with eyes full of hope and what appears to be a hint of fear

“I’d love to “I answer probably to quickly but can’t seem to care   

“Ok great, we can meet here after work. It’s formal so if you don’t have a tux you’ll have to get one.” she asks 

“I have one, I’m not sure if it still fits but I’ll find out tonight.” I answer 


By the time Saturday came around I could barely contain my excitement, I knew that I was only her date because she didn’t have anyone else but it still brought me a sense of pride to know that I get to be the person on her arm for the night. Hopefully tonight will be the night I grow some balls and just tell her how I feel like Sam keeps telling me to.

The moment of truth finally arrives as she walks though her office door and for the first time in my life I am completely and utterly rendered speechless.

She’s always beautiful but tonight something is so different about the way she carries herself that makes her seem even more like a goddess. The way her dress clings to her in all right ways is making my throat go dry, I want to say something, tell her how gorgeous she looks, anything but my mouth doesn’t seem to be connected to my brain any longer, all I can do is stand there and stare like an idiot

“ I’m afraid that I should have chosen a better dress if I’d have known you were going to look this good Dean “ she says to me and I can’t help the smile that makes it’s way to my face

“ No you look stunning , I don’t think you could have picked a better dress  

“ Thank you Dean, are you ready to go?” she ask pointing to the doors with a jerk of her head

~~~~Readers POV

Walking through the doors I’m amazed at the beauty of the decorated room even though that can not compare to the man standing next to me, heads start to turn from every direction I know it’s because they’re just as mesmerized by his beauty as I am. 

Mingling with people has never been something I enjoyed but this is a whole new ball park, rich snobby people who don’t care about the answers to the questions they just asked and only want to hear themselves speak while simultaneously managing to brag about their pathetic lives are the very definition of torture. Not to say that my life is any better but at least I don’t force people I don’t know who don’t care to listen to my life story. It all goes pretty well till I spot Zach my ex-boyfriend. The relationship had ended very badly eventually forcing me to move across the country just to get away. “Dean see that guy over there?” You ask with a shake of your head 

“Yeah what about him?” He asks

“He’s dangerous so let’s try and keep our distance.” I answer trying to hide my face from his view but failing because he starts moving your way after giving a slight wave “Oh fuck!!  He saw me, Dean we have to make him think we’re together so he’ll leave me alone, please?” I beg 

“Y/N!! What are you doing here?” Zach all but yells still as loud as ever 

Putting on a fake smile I respond “ I am here be special invite by the governor, what are you doing here?”    

“ Well my dad thought I should get out with a different crowd so he got me invited, I do have to say however that you are the last person I thought I’d see tonight. So what have you been up to, and who is this with you?” he asks prolonging the unbearable conversation even longer 

“I’m now a partner in a very big law firm here in the city and this is Dean he’s my…” You don’t get to finish before Dean butts in “Fiance, we’re getting married next year” 

“Oh well a whole year before the wedding huh, who knows what could happen between now and then.” he says with a sickening wink before walking way to terrorize someone else   

“OK lets get you a drink” Dean says before walking you to the bar  

After about an hour more of the awful party you begin to feel slightly tipsy but still having enough sense to know you need to leave before you make a scene 

~~~~~Deans POV

“Dean I think you better take me home” she slurred while clinging to my arm fro support  

By the time I had gotten Y/N to her place she had fallen asleep in the car so I took her in and gently placed her in her bed before leaving to make coffee.
It isn’t long before she stumbles out into the kitchen somehow having taken off her dress and just wondering around in her bra and panties

“The dress was to uncomfortable to sleep in, I didn’t know you were still here I figured you would have left by now. I  would like to say thank you for what you did tonight with my ex, that means a lot to me.” she said looking slightly ashamed 

“No I was going to stay and make sure you were alright, and as far as that dickwad goes it was no big dean. I even enjoyed playing your fiance. I made some coffee if you want some?” I ask holding up an empty cup 

“ I’d love some, thank you.”she answered, taking the cup I poured her.  
After taking a sip she moves to stand in front of me, looking me up and down her gaze stops on my bow-tie. She reaches up and unties it 

 “You must be uncomfortable in all these clothes, I could help you out of them if you want.” she half whispers as she moves her hands to push my suit coat from my shoulders 

“It doesn’t matter if I’d want you to or not, you’re drunk and my boss so we can’t do that.” I say removing her hands from the buttons of my shirt   

“Dean I’m not that drunk, I know exactly what I’m doing and there is nothing against office romances in the company. This is embarrassing I’m sorry I read this wrong, I’ll be back in my room feel free to make yourself at home.” She says sounding defeated as she turns to leave the room 

“Y/N wait, it’s not that I don’t want it because lord knows I do but it just feels so wrong. Are you sure we won’t get fired for this?” I ask moving closer to her 

“ I’m a lawyer and you’re my assistant, there’s nothing that could be jeopardized by us being in a relationship and it’s not like either of us have a partner so I don’t see why it would feel wrong.” she reasons with me.

 Reaching out to gently cup her face and pull her to me, I stop a few inches from her lips to let her close the gap and make sure she wants this as much as I do.
When she finally does and her lips feel better than I had dreamed about plump and soft moving against mine, and she definitely knows what she’s doing sucking and nibbling at all the right moments. Suddenly needing to feel move of her I move her till her back is against the wall an I can’t help move my hands across her body feeling anything and everything I can, moving her leg to my hip so I can press against her more fully    

Our bodies move unison like this is where they have been made to be.
I grab the backs of her thighs lifting her and carrying her the remaining space to her bed, I lay her down gently on the bed before standing and begin to unbuttoning and removing my shirt and pants.

“Are you absolutely sure about this?” I ask looking down at her propped up on her elbows.
I watch as she moves to stand on her knees and crawl to me before pulling my lips to hers once again “ Does that answer your question or do you still need more convincing” she says with a smirk as her hands rest at the base of my neck

Slowly I move my hands up her back till I reach her bra, undoing it and letting it drop. “If you only knew how many times I had actualy dreamed of doing this”I say as I allow my eyes to greedily take in as much of her now exposed skin as I can

“Just what exactly did you do in these dreams?” her smirk returning as she asks

“Well how about I show you instead of telling you?”  I say as I move her to lay on the bed before hovering over her
Starting at her lips I begin to kiss my way across her body, slightly scraping my teeth over the sensitive flesh every now and then making her push herself more against me. As I reach her breast I suck one of the hardened nubs into my mouth tugging with just the right amount of tension to make her a moaning mess beneath me as I softly kneed the other with my hand. After giving each breast equal treatment I continue my path down her stomach sucking matching marks into her hips. Placing a brief kiss to her lace covered mound before moving on to her legs as she lets out a whine realizing she won’t be getting relief anytime soon. After making my way down and back up her legs I finally hook my thumbs into the waist of her panties and pull them down and off her ankles. Licking a broad strip across her folds before circling her clit and giving it a hard suck, moving my tongue down to thrust shallowly into her just enough to tease but not give any relief

~~~~readers POV

Of all the daydreams I had let my mind entertain this was better than I could have imagined, Dean knew just exactly what he was doing when it came to pleasure between his tongue, his lips and the way his fingers were working I was on the edge of pure bliss within minutes, but just before that moment he pulls away causing a whine to escape my lips. Lining himself up with my entrance teasing my yet again before thrusting in all at once, giving me a moment to adjust he kisses me again this time with more ferocity, all tongue and teeth but an underlined amount of love and lust mixed in and it was perfection. Slowly he begins thrusting, gradually going harder and deeper burying his face in my neck as he pounds into me   

“Dean I’m gonna cum!” I moan out 

“Me too sweetheart, just hold on a little longer.” he grunts as he’s unwavering in his pace “Are you ready, I want you to cum with me?”  he ask 

After twisting his hips slightly and giving a couple particularly hard thrusts he has me cumming with a shout of his name, my walls clenching tightly around his length causing him to spurt hot ropes of his seed deep within me as he bites into my shoulder. Collapsing in a painting mess on top of me he tries to regain control of his breathing   

“Can I ask you a question?” I ask holding him in your arms  

“Anything, what is it?” he asks concerned leaning back to look at me 

“ I just wanted to know if you want this to be a one time thing, a relationship or a friends with benefits kinda thing?” I ask holding my breath in anticipation

“I have wanted you for so long I don’t want this to just be a one night thing but if that’s what you want I’m ok with that” he answers, relief flooding through me at the thought that we may have a chance 

“This right here with you is exactly what I’ve always wanted, and I don’t mean just friends with benefits, I want you all of you and I want you as mine” I confess 

“I have known from the moment I first laid eyes on you that I’d never look at another woman the same way and I really want to try and make this work with you too” he responds as his fingers trail over the still tingling mark on my shoulder 

“We can talk more about this in the morning but for now sleep” I say placing a gentle peck to his lips  

June 2, 2017...


We told Claire today.

Now don’t give me that crap about how we should’ve told her sooner. We were dealing. I was dealing. And with Cas and Mom and all that happened excuse me if I felt a little spun out for a bit to not mention it to a girl that has seen enough people she cares about die.

She showed up in Lebanon asking about lycanthropes, so when we met up with her and gave her a few books she ask… Sam took over. He pretty much took over for the rest of the day actually.

It was worse than when we told her Cas had been possessed by the Devil. Even then Cas still had a chance of coming back in one piece. Death to her was permanent. She punched me in the face when I tried to say something, so I shut up and let her punch my shoulder.

I can’t keep doing this, watching people just be ripped away. Dad, Ellen, Jo, Mom, Kevin, Charlie. Guess I’m starting to sound like a broken record ‘cause I could’ve sworn I wrote down the same list a few days ago.

She’s staying in the bunker for a bit, the lore she was asking for more for her own use than for a case right now. I don’t blame her, but she did find the kitchen pretty quick. And the shooting range. She’s been in there for a few hours testing out some of the guns. Sam’s been with her. You can pretty much guess where I’ve been.

Same time, same channel, right down to the whiskey on the right of this damn computer and nothing new to get us any closer to saving Mom or Cas.

I made sure to hide all the booze from Claire for now, but I don’t thinking keeping it near my end of the place is such a good idea either for my own sake. Or maybe it is. I don’t know. Caring the same way is kinda hard when you’ve got this hole in your chest that you can’t figure out.


- Dean

Yesterday | Tomorrow

the signs as quotes by andrea gibson

Aries: I don’t want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there’s gonna have to be a thousand separate heavens for all of my flying parts.” 

Taurus: “You can stand on the cliff of my heart and shout nothing but ‘ugly’ through me. I promise all I will echo back is ‘Beauty, beauty, you have always been beauty.” 

Gemini: “I am living today as someone I had not yet become yesterday, and tonight I will borrow only pieces of who I am today to carry with me tomorrow.”

Cancer: “Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.” 

Leo: “There is chance the worst day might still be coming. Let me say right now for the record: I am still gonna be here, asking the world to dance even if it keeps stepping on my holy feet.”

Virgo: “Remember, you didn’t come here to write your heart out. You came to write it in.”

Libra: “I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling good. I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling bad. I wanna know the first person who taught you your beauty
could ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass.”

Scorpio: “I said to the sun, ‘Tell me about the big bang.’ The sun said, ‘it hurts to become.” 

Sagittarius: “I am my mother’s daughter. I am midnight’s sun. You can find me on the moon waxing and waning, my heart full of petals, every single one begging, love me, love me, love me. Whoever I am. Whoever I  become.”

Capricorn: “The break in your heart is like the hole in the flute. Sometimes it’s the place where the music comes through.”

Aquarius: “We were the love letters sent to the wrong address, but opened anyway. We opened anyway.”

Pisces: “A doctor once told me I feel too much. I said, so does God. That’s why you can see the Grand Canyon from the moon.” 

~all credit to @andrewgibby 

I Loved Her First (Biadore) - Whiskey Neat

A/N: Alright so this is my second fic on here but my first one was submitted under the name Puking Dreams. I’m changing my author name to Whiskey Neat (sorry if the name change is annoying I promise it won’t happen again) But anyways this fic is about Adore’s reaction to Bianca loving someone that isn’t her. It’s pretty sad but you gotta love some good heartbreaking Biadore right? Enjoy!

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