no way am i tagging all of this so i'll just tag

surprising your boyfriend like

Bitty doesn’t like lying to his boyfriend. It’s not his style. If anything, he’s honest to a fault. It’s not his speed to perpetrate deceptions, much less relish him.

Oh, but this… this is really kind of fun.

When he first tells Jack he’ll be heading home for Christmas, Jack is visibly disappointed. His face falls, and he heaves a sigh before mustering up his stoic face and telling Bitty “I hope you have fun.”

Bitty feigns concern. “Oh, now, what will you do? I know you’re playing on Christmas Eve day, so I suppose you can’t go home to your parents’.”

Jack shakes his head. “I’ll make do. I’m sure someone on the team will have me over.” But the sad glisten in his eyes is almost enough to make Bitty break down and confess right there.


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anonymous asked:

Let him rest? Who the hell do you think you are? Louis is not a helpless child. He's a grown ass man, he's rich, he's got an adorable son, a hot girlfriend. He gets paid to walk around in fancy clothes and sip coffee. Why the fuck do you act like people should feel sorry for him? Aren't you ashamed to act like this when so many people around the world struggle with REAL issues?

Okay, anon. Okay.

Let us imagine for a moment that we are two separate and yet civilised bloggers. 

Let us imagine that we are both fans of Louis Tomlinson, and as such take an interest in his general wellbeing, as well as support him in his work.

Let us imagine, that you, dear blogger, saw a three word tag on a post that I wrote, one made up of nine words.

Let us imagine that you read the words ‘Just a happy hug for Louis. Pass it on’ and then clicked into my original post and saw the tags ‘one less thing to worry about’, ‘let him shine’ and  'let him rest’.

Let us imagine that in seeing this, for reasons best known only to you, you chose to focus on the three words ‘let him rest’.

Let us imagine that without choosing to ask, or to seek context as to why I would have made the post to begin with, let alone used those three particular words, you then instead chose to send me a cowardly anonymous message.

Let us imagine that I attach no shame to what I choose to blog about, and that instead I choose to blog about things that I find positive, or wish to raise awareness of, as well as things I enjoy.

Let us imagine, anon, that you are unaware of the fact that I am a real life activist, and that I have in fact been to parliament to discuss real life issues with real life MPs.

Let us imagine, that you anon, recall before you press send, that you know nothing about me, my life, nor the REAL issues, I, nor anyone around me, face.

Let us imagine, anonymous person who came to my blog with the express purpose of sending me this message, that you cannot in fact imagine what it was like, like I, to be raised in the shadow of sectarianism.

Let us imagine, anonymous grey box of safety you choose to hide behind, that every day of my career, I work assisting people whom I was inspired to support, after my mother lost the vast majority of her hearing and was injured in a bombing when I was five years old.

Let us imagine, person presumably too ashamed of their actions to use their real name, that no, I am not ashamed to act with compassion and empathy, and to have a post reflect those parts of me.

Let us imagine that I, a fan of Louis Tomlinson, used those three words, because I was happy to see that he will not face charges in a case that I feel should never have been brought against him in the first place.

Let us imagine that I used the words ‘let him rest’ because I am happy that instead of having the shadow of the aforementioned case (and the way certain people chose to report it) hanging over him, I hope that he can instead now get some respite, away from this particular kind of exposure.

Let us imagine, that while I understand that everyone experiences and deals with grief in the way that is personal and right for them, that grief is something I sadly understand all too well.

Let us imagine then, that as someone who in the past few years alone, has lost five of my cousins (including one to suicide, the pain of which I talked about in depth here), my aunt (who was like a grandmother to me), my uncle (who was in fact buried today), and my father, who died aged fifty-nine (and whom I didn’t even get to say goodbye to, because he passed away with no warning), knows a little bit about grief and how it can weary you.

Let us imagine that within the scope of my experience, I feel, personally, that while we all handle grief differently, that the one thing you do not need when grieving is more external stressors in your life, because grief is an all consuming experience (tiring in a way that you cannot know until you have lived through it), that no amount of money, sipping coffee, or fancy clothes can assuage.

Let us imagine that I, someone who has experienced the life changing blow that is losing a parent, empathises with Louis Tomlinson in this instance, and that I hope he is able to relax a bit and rest a little more (something that in and of itself is open to interpretation) with one less of those external stressors to worry about.

Let us imagine, anon, that you have not experienced even a fraction of such a monumental emotion (because I would not wish it on anyone), and that you can find it within yourself to understand, to examine context, and to use critical thinking regarding the words of someone who has, and who in turn chose to make a small statement on their own blog regarding it.

Let us imagine, dear anon, that we live in a world where people think before they speak, where someone who is grieving can visit a site they enjoy for some respite from said grief, and where unchecked denigration and spewing vitriol are not the norm. Where people consider their words and how they will carry them with them (because carry them they must), before they send a stranger an anonymous message on the internet.

Imagine THAT.

lightshesaid  asked:

omg so much microfic. How about some Shiro & Ulaz & a panic attack?

how about it? ;)

“Shiro. Shiro!”

Shiro comes back to himself with a panicked start, lungs burning as he struggles for air. His heart’s pounding, fit to burst right out of his chest. His eyes skitter frantically over a blurred nothing. Where - where - ?!

“Shiro,” the voice repeats, insistent but calm. Something squeezes his hand. “Shiro, you must breathe. Can you do that? Inhale.”

Shiro sucks in a ragged gasp of air, lungs heaving, trying.

“Good,” the voice says, fierce but hushed. “Let it out. Again.”

Shiro obeys. Inch by inch he breathes; inch by inch the voice talks him down. Inch by inch his heart stops pounding. Gradually his surroundings clarify into dull sense. He’s sitting on the dirt floor, back pressed hard against two walls. He’s curled up into the corner. He can’t move his hands -

No. His right arm rests palm-up by his side, heavy and limp. Only his left hand is being held. Long fingers grip his, and the slight tip of claws brush against his wrist.

Someone crouches in front of him, their face furrowed in deep concern.

“Ulaz,” Shiro gasps.

“That is correct,” Ulaz says, quietly. His yellow eyes betray no alarm, merely worry. “Are you with me?”

Shiro’s left hand is caught up in Ulaz’s own, the Galra’s grip firm but not restrictive. Shiro’s knees are tucked tightly into his chest; Ulaz is crouched before him, immobile and steady. Even squatting down, Ulaz is so much larger than Shiro is. His knees press right above Shiro’s own, and his larger form neatly blocks Shiro’s view of the cell door. The edges of the door’s active energy field shimmer brightly around Ulaz’s form, a purple halo Shiro will see in his dreams for a week -

“No.” A hand grips his chin. Shiro flinches, bucking, but Ulaz’s claws are gentle. “Look at me. Do not look at the door.”

“H-how are you here?” Shiro manages. His tongue’s dry, lips cracked.

“I came after you,” Ulaz says, as matter-of-fact as if he were merely discussing the weather.

Came after you. But the cell door is active, and locked. That means -

Shiro fights against Ulaz’s grip, weak and shaking. Ulaz releases Shiro’s chin, but remains crouched before him, still blocking Shiro’s view of the active door. Even so - “You s-shouldn’t be here! What have you done?!”

“Do not worry about me,” Ulaz says, sharp. There’s no sign of injury on his face or hands. Ulaz is unharmed except that he’s imprisoned here, too, trapped just like Shiro. “This was my choice. Shiro, listen to me. The rest of your team is coming, but your Paladins will not get here in time. Your captors are coming for you first, unless we can stop them.”

The brief hope winging through Shiro’s chest sputters, caught. He thinks about crying: not in front of Ulaz. He thinks about running: the door is locked. He thinks about fighting -

“My arm,” Shiro whispers. His right arm is a deadweight at his side, metal fingers limp and lifeless. He cannot move them. “They - they did something-”

“I know,” Ulaz says. His calm voice is a rock, steady despite the undercurrent of urgency running through his words. “I can fix it, but it will hurt. However, if I re-activate your arm, we can use it to get out of this cell and find somewhere to bide time until your team arrives. Your captors will not hurt you.”

It will hurt.

Your captors are coming for you first.

Not even a choice. Shiro laughs, the shakiest of exhales. “Do it.”

Pride flits into Ulaz’s eyes, chased by a clear measure of confusion. Maybe laughing about their impending demise and torture through one way or another isn’t the reaction Ulaz expected. Oh, well. Ulaz should’ve thought of that before he ended up in this cell with Shiro.

“Do you understand me?” Ulaz repeats. “It will hurt. The hard reset was not designed to be easy on the host.”

“I heard you,” Shiro confirms. It takes all his energy but he pulls his head away from the wall, staring back at Ulaz with determination. “Do it. Pidge and Hunk can fix it later.”

Ulaz’s gaze softens inexplicably.

“I will assist them,” he promises. His hand hovers over Shiro’s immobile arm - and then, for the first time since Shiro came to, Ulaz hesitates. “You are sure?”

It will hurt.

Your Paladins will not get here in time.

“No other way, right?” Shiro says, hoarse. “My hand can open the door. Do it.”

“Then take a deep breath,” Ulaz says, and gently - carefully - he takes the elbow of Shiro’s Galra arm into his hands.

Going Slow / Haz drable

Pairing: Haz x Reader

Featuring: Harrison Osterfield

Warnings: LIGHT smut

Request - can you do Harrison with #s 25 and 47? And can it be light smut.

So yes, it’s light smut. 

25 - “Bite me.”

47 - “God, stop doing that.”   “Doing what?”

Originally posted by harrison-osterfield-appreciation

The street lamps lit the side walk as you strolled down Park Avenue with your hand clasped tightly in your boyfriends. You both had went on your usual Friday-night date, something that became sort of a tradition since you’d started dating. You looked up to see Haz’s hair waving slightly in the wind as you headed home, his hand swinging yours back and forth in a rhythmic motion. A smile slipped onto your lips as you drank in the beautiful sight of your boyfriend. It always melted you inside when you had time to admire his jaw-dropping looks.

You knew he always bugged you for staring, but you couldn’t help it. He was a gorgeous human being.

“Love…” Harrison drawled suddenly, his sweet voice luring you further into your daydream. 

“Hm?” He snorted as you shook your head lightly to clear your thoughts. Heat rose to your cheeks in embarrassment, like it always did.

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My Word is My Bond

Part Two

Originally posted by greatestgifsofalltime

Pairings: Jughead x reader, Sabrina x reader (platonic)

Summary: The reader comes to the end of a long day dealing with the effects of Sabrina’s spell. She is determined to guard her secret, but the truth cannot remain hidden forever, especially when it can’t be buried with lies.

Warnings: angst

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Do you know how difficult it is to write a book report when you can’t lie? Especially when the book is Catcher in the Rye and you hate Holden Caulfield with a burning passion. On top of that, my phone has been ringing off the hook. I’m really regretting setting Sabrina’s ringtone on my phone to I Put a Spell On You by Screamin’ Jay Hawkins; after today, that song will never leave my subconscious. I’m about to snap my pen in half when the doorbell rings.

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A RichJake Fanfic

‘Ow.’ was the first thing Rich thought when he woke up. ‘Fucking shit, that hurts.’ Was the next.

The next thing he thought was ‘What the fuck?’ when he saw the tubes connecting him to an oxygen bag. Then he saw the scars. The scars etched into his skin, reminding him of what happened. The scars that, he knew from the moment he saw them, would taunt him forever.

He expected a shock. One that would make him stand up straighter, make him open his eyes up more, make him smile. It never came.
He expected the voice in his head telling him ‘No Richard, that’s wrong.’ and ‘Do that Richard, not that.’ It wasn’t there anymore. All that was left was the occasional glitch.

He sat up. That was all he could do, lying in a hospital bed with no TV nearby, or phone. He blinked. It became apparent that no, the fire wasn’t a dream.

‘Oh fuck, what did I do?’ Was the last distinguishable thought that popped into his head. Then, they became a blur. ‘How much damage did I do?’ ‘Is everyone ok?’ ‘IS JAKE OK?’

“Oh my god, Rich is awake!” The voice broke him out of his approaching anxiety attack. Whipping his head around, (which he realised was a bad idea after feeling the pain from his settling scars) Rich realised that it was Jeremy Heere’s friend… he couldn’t remember the kid’s name, who was standing in the doorway.

“Hello? Rich? RICH?” The boy said as he ran over to him, flailing his arms infront of Rich’s face.

Rich came to his senses and slapped the boy’s hands away. “WHAT?!”

The boy rolled his eyes. There was a distinct pause as the boy silently scanned him. He then sighed. “You have no idea who I am, do you?”

“No fucking clue.”

Another slightly sad sigh. “Michael Mell. Jeremy’s best friend.”

“Nithe to meet you.” Rich said, reaching out a heavily bandaged arm. ‘Oh shit.’ He then thought. ‘Oh holy fucking shit shrine.’

‘Oh god please no.’
“Have a lisp?”

Rich closed his eyes in exasperation. He had forgotten about that.

“No, I jutht like thaying eth'th like that.” He grunted, sarcasm dripping from his every word.

“Jeez, dude, stop getting so defensive.” Michael raised his eyebrows, put his hands up and stepped back in defeat.

“Jutht don’t… talk about it. Pleathe?” Rich stared Michael in the eye, almost threatening him to keep going. 

“Sure bro.” Michael replied casually, probably not even noticing the baleful glance.
“So…” Michael looked down, not wanting to ask the question that was lingering on his tongue, “why’d you do what you did?” He inquired tentatively.

“Don’t,” was the answer. Rich wasn’t even sure himself.

— a month later –

The TV was on. Rich had been moved to a more open room when the doctor’s found out that he was awake. They had told him that he was “Lucky to be alive,” and that they thought he was dead. He almost wished that were true.

He wasn’t paying attention the screen. Lights flickered from it onto the bromidic, white wall as some inaudible noise hummed in the background. Rich had no idea what the yelling woman was angry about, nor did he really care. He didn’t care about much these days.

Most of his friends had come to see him. He had found out, over the past month, that they were real friends.
He and Christine had become fast friends, geeking over the newest Broadway musicals. He had discovered that he had a certain soft spot for musical theatre.  
Chloe was one of his closest friends, which was a surprise to both of the two. They had never really liked each other before, by association. She was his best friend’s ex, he was her ex’s best friend. However, it had all been resolved and she had helped him to paint his nails (which was double as difficult, because they had to convince the doctors that no, Dr. Beck, it’s not secretly alcohol and no, Dr. Duke, we’re not going to stain the bedsheets) and he helped her through her Physics homework, which he had always had an affinity for.
Brooke was forever kind, constantly telling him that he’s not a crusty nerd that deserves to be in the gutter.
Jenna was constantly filling him in with the latest gossip (which he didn’t care much about but he humoured her anyway) and never failed to make him laugh with her own, slightly untrue, details.
Rich could share experiences with Jeremy, about Squips. They were each others’ support for things they knew no one else would understand.
Michael was his friend. There was nothing specific they had in common, but they were the comedic relief in the time that everyone needed it.

There was only one person that wasn’t there. Everyone knew it, but no one said a thing. It would just make their absence more prominent.

'Where are you, Jake? Why haven’t you come by?’

It was a thought that ran through Rich’s head everyday. That day, it was one of the only thoughts that was there.

'Do you hate me? I know I deserve it but I need to see you. Will you hate me even more if you see the mess I really am? Will you ever forgive me?’

His face was ever there in Rich’s mind. Every time he laughed, every time he broke down. Jake was constantly haunting him.

— two months later —

He was being let out soon. At least, that’s what he had overheard when he passed their table. All of them seemed so happy, so overjoyed. So… why wasn’t he?

Jake distanced himself as much as he could. He had tried to stick to normal life. To pretend that it never happened, to pretend that people like Jeremy, Christine, Chloe and Rich had never existed. It was just Jake Dillinger against the world, and he was fine with that. Of course, he wasn’t.
He wanted nothing but to be sitting there with them, celebrating the fact that his best frie- ex best friend was almost back from hospital. He had to keep reminding himself that Rich was his ex best friend. He had incinerated his entire house, for god’s sake! But as hard as he tried, he couldn’t be mad. Rich’s face kept popping up into his head. It wouldn’t go. Whenever he pretended to laugh with his popular friends, at something that wasn’t even funny, he would start to reminisce the times when that laugh wasn’t fake, when he would be cackling like a witch at something stupid Rich had said. Then he’d mentally slap himself for being stupid, and go back to daily life.

He wished it would be different. He wished he could muster up the courage to just go to the damn hospital. But he was too scared.

'Jake Dillinger, scared?’ A voice he knew all too well said in his head. 'Now that doesn’t sound the Jakey-D I know! C'mon bro, go get 'em!’ Rich’s words from his first football game as captain echoed in his ears.
They were fake. That wasn’t Rich. That was his Squip. He had never even known Rich. At least, that’s what a tiny, vexatious voice kept whispering every single time he was close to getting in his car and driving straight up to the hospital. But Jake knew. Jake knew that the real Rich was always there, that he did know the real Rich. He had to have known him, because he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he didn’t.

He was going to do it. Definitely. He just needed to… figure out how to not fuck up.

'God, this is much harder than I thought it would be.’ He thought.
'Let’s just fucking do it.’

And so Jake Dillinger cracked open the stiff, hospital door with his crutch, and saw him. He saw Richard Goranski, sitting on his creaky, $50 hospital mattress playing Mario Kart with Michael Mell. His grin was wider than Jake had ever seen it, and his hair was pushed back with sweat. He looked almost… hot. Jake then swiftly drew his crutch back, closing the door.

He took a deep breath. 'I can’t fucking do this. I should just… leave forever.’ He peered through the window of the door. Could he break such a happy, serene moment? Could he fucking buck up enough to do this?
'Yeah I fucking can!’ Jake thought, and so he slammed open the door with his crutch.

“I’ll fucking beat your ath, Michael!” Rich yelled as he revved his engine.
“Fucking try me hoe,” Michael challenged. They flashed each other grins as the race began. They were abruptly stopped however, when the ward’s door was slammed open, possibly scuffing the plain walls behind. The pair jumped in surprise, and swivelled their heads around until they could’ve been likened to owls. Standing in the doorway, with a nervous smile on his face, was the last person they could’ve expected.

Silence. For almost a solid minute, there was silence.

Then, it was broken. “Jake?”


So…. I did this? Just to be clear; I’m not a writer in any way. I did this at 12am on my phone and only wrote this because I ran out of richjake content and needed something, ANYTHING about richjake.

I don’t know if I’ll continue this. I probably will because I have no life, but I honestly have no clue. Also sorry about not having a cut…. ahahaha yeahhh I don’t know how to put one in. If anyone could tell me that would be great thanks!

If you want to get tagged in the next one then just ask! (Like anyone will want to read more of this trash but oh well I tried)

If you also have any ideas for a name that would be greeeaaat because I’m even worse at naming than I am at writing and that’s saying something also im accidentally taunting all of u expensive headphones shippers and im really sorry oops ahaha updated ao3 version:
A Writer’s PSA

Firstly: I just saw an interesting post made by @caplanbuckybarnes (who I can’t tag, but that’s okay), that inspired both anger and relief in me at once. I was compelled to type out this PSA.

Secondly: I am tagging everyone who has asked to be tagged in The Irrelevance of Napoli SO YOU CAN SEE HOW GODDAMN AWESOME THEY ARE BEFORE I START THIS. 

@thecrownedrose @persephone-is-here-omg @find-me-here2 @captainamerotica @redgillan @angryschnauzer @ursulaismymiddlename @rebelslicious @kittykitty-mewmeww @erisjade @siren-kitten-his @buckyappreciationsociety @kozmicrock @aingealcethlenn @rachelle-on-the-run @thewinterswimmer @vaisabu @inside-lizzys-head @angryschnauzer @melconnor2007 

Thirdly: I am doing this more for the sake of my upcoming fic, Cherchez la Femme, which I have been working on for MONTHS–probably since Septemberish–than I am for Napoli. Also doing this for the sake of other authors who may feel this way, but don’t want to say anything for fear of making people mad. I personally am tired of dealing with my own anxiety about this subject, so I’m getting this off my chest. 


 I am exceedingly frustrated by the majority of attitudes (or non attitudes) I see towards anything that is not a one-shot on here. ESPECIALLY if it’s smut.

I like smut. I love smut. I’ve read some really good smut on here. But… that’s not all I’ve read on here. When I first got on Tumblr, I found some really unique and interesting fics, and I got very invested in them. But lately, the majority of what I’ve been seeing on this site is the same damn thing, over and over and over again. Smut one shots, no plot, no character development, no nothing. Those fics I was invested in were discontinued (temporarily, I hope) in favor of smut one shots, which, like I said, I don’t mind, but ya know… I also do.

Authors are capable of writing more than smut one shots. 

Authors are capable of writing more than smut one shots. And many of them do write more than smut one shots. But I have seen two (2) of the multi-part fics I follow being seriously reblogged. That’s out of A LOT that I happen to read and like. One of my favorites got put on hiatus because there were no reads on the most recent chapter at the time.

Tumblr, seriously, what is going on? Like, I recognize that we all want to imagine ourselves having sex with some version of Sebastian Stan (ME TOO, I AM NOT EXCLUDING MYSELF FROM THAT GROUP) but some of these people have worked ages, ages on these fics. With well-developed characters and plot and settings and serious issues that are worked through. THESE PEOPLE I READ SHOULD WRITE ORIGINAL CONTENT AND GET PUBLISHED. In my world, they would. Because they are that good.

And yet, they get almost no recognition. And it frustrates me, and scares me, and makes me really, really sad. Some might say, “Tumblr is more (something else) than fanfic for me”–which is fine. Please engage in whatever joy may have brought you to Tumblr. But also remember that for others, it IS about fanfic, and they enjoy doing that just as much as you enjoy doing whatever you do. So hit the like button every once in a while. Read more fics of your favorite characters. Some might say, “I have –something that gives me a shorter attention span–, I can’t remember what happened before this chapter/can’t concentrate enough to get through a whole fic in the time I have”–in which case, you are fine, don’t worry about it, not a big deal. Some of you may say, “Works in progress are annoying, I hate waiting for new parts to come out”–and trust me, I’m right there with you. I’m waiting on a few new parts for fics myself (I’m also waiting for Diana Gabaldon’s next Outlander book, goddammit), but that doesn’t stop me from reading and commenting on the parts that are there! Tell the author that you have something to look forward to until the next part comes out! Also, TELL THE AUTHOR IF YOU ARE WAITING FOR THEM TO COMPLETE IT, or ask to be tagged in the final masterlist! We won’t mind if you do it that way! Some of you may just hate longer fics and there’s nothing anybody can do to change that. In which case, whatever floats your boat.

I’m not getting on anyone in the above paragraph to suddenly change your preferences and start reading fics with more than two parts. What I am saying, though, is if you consume, but don’t comment AND reblog (or at least tag and reblog), or if you don’t consume at all and blatantly ignore what authors are putting out there… come on, guys. We put our heart and souls into this stuff. Some of the stuff we write is taken from real life. Some people don’t have anything but their writing to help them get through what may be a really bad stage. Likes, comments, reblogs–writers need these. We don’t all have to be JK Rowling here, but we do hope to see that someone smiles or laughs, or cries, or feels in some way with our fics. 

One of my friends on here was very sad a couple of days ago because she was getting very few notes on even her one-shots, or reblogs with no comments. She has 700+ followers and a taglist that’s a mile long. It made me sad for her, and I can’t even hug her because she lives far away from me. Readers, you don’t have to comment or reblog every chapter of a fic that’s been written, it’s really okay if you don’t, but let the reader know that you like it and acknowledge the work that’s been done. 

I’m still relatively tiny on here, and I definitely need to follow more blogs, so I will now go looking. But, indulge me for a second: If, when I publish Cherchez, I deem it as not getting enough notes, I will make a goddamn video of myself deleting the thing off my computer and burning the damn notebooks. I started by writing this stuff for me. Napoli ended up being about someone I know who recently died. Cherchez was what I wrote when I was coming out of a breakdown. So yes, I write for myself. But as soon as I put it up here, it becomes yours. You consume it, you feel because of it. So really, guys, read all the smut you want. I know I’m going to. But read more than smut, too.


Someone who is a teeny bit oversmutted

(If you want to, you can check my tags for more info)

Fleeting Envy.

Plot: Jimin gets jealous.
Pairing: poly!yoonmin x reader
Category: Angst / (mostly) Fluff
Word count: 770

     Yoongi was alway convenient to be physical with, as he spent most of his time lazing around. He never minded wrapping an arm around your waist just to be in touch, and you spent most of your time in similar positions. However, Jimin loved to be in physical contact significantly more often than Yoongi, which tended to result in some silent jealousy. Lately Jimin had been clinging to you both more. On the occasions that he’d be late, walking into the room to see you wrapped around each other, he’d silently lay on top of the two of you.

     “You two always do things without me.”

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➸ hiatus notice (but that’s not all!)

Hello, everyone! As the title states, I will be away for a little bit! I will be gone from July 20, 2017 - July 25, 2017 because I will be gone camping! I won’t have any reception during these dates so I will be unable to: post original content, do any tags, reblog from my tag, chat with anyone, etc. In the meantime, I will do my best to answer any asks I have and will even try to squeeze in one more post. My queue may still go for a couple of days, but know I will not be on.

However!!! While I am gone, I would still like to be able to interact with you all in some way! If you would be willing to help keep my messages full for me to come back to, feel free to do any of the following:

  • tag your original content with #studyfeather - I would love to see what all of you have been up to while I have been gone! and, of course, I will reblog anything anyone has used my tag in once I get back. (you’re free to use my tag at any time! I normally check my tag several times each day!)
  • send me an ask! - you’re always 10/10, 100% free to send me an ask (just know I won’t be able to respond quickly rn)!!! and if you would like, feel free to check out my ask me! tag to see what themed asks/ask games I am open to - just be sure to specify which one it is so I may be able to respond correctly ♥
  • any tag games? tag me! - I loooove doing tags! there are several I have done already (which can be seen here), but I am open to do any ones I have yet to do! to make sure I see the tag, you are free to send me a message with the link xx

➸ but most importantly…

2.6k emoji inbox game! - to celebrate reaching 2.6k (holy smokes???) I would like to do some emoji themed asks (inspired by @/birdkostudies)! but here are some rules …

  • must be following me (as this is a thank you to my followers!)
  • reblog this post (not required, but appreciated!)
  • feel free to state your studyblr if it’s a sideblog, so I can check it out!
  • emoji inbox asks will end July 26, 2017 - they day after I get back!
  • any milestone related asks will be tagged with #2kgames

send me an ask off anon and tell me about your day, something about you, (anything at all!) and add one (or more!) of the following emojis for …

  • 👌  - a blog compliment
  • 🎯 - a constructive criticism
  • ✒️ -  (+ quote) give me a quote for me to hand letter!
  • 🎧 -  (+ your name) tell me your name, and I’ll make you a mini playlist!
  • 🔮 - let me cast you a spell / concept / aesthetic ~ ! (good vibes)

I can’t guarantee how long it will take me to respond back to everything, but I will get to every ask as soon as I can! Thank you to everyone who is supporting me, I am seriously in awe and have never imagined I would make it this far.

anonymous asked:

hey. can you rec me some ziam fics. maybe your favourites? pls


Sorry for taking a bit longer to get to this! I was all set to do it yesterday, but then Top Knot Zayn happened, and I needed the time to appropriately reflect on him. But I’m back and focused and here goes!

(I’m putting all my recs under the cut because I don’t have any self control.)

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Dear friends...

It’s been a while since I made my tumblr account and I met a lot of wonderful people here, I want to thank each one of you for being my friend, so I decided to make a post about all of you ( I hope I don’t forget anyone ^^’ )

@babypeachtaozii You are my first tumblr friend and I am soo thankful that you messaged me that day!!! I love how my url made you message me xDDD I love you soo much!!! I will always treasure you!!! I know you’re very busy and we can’t chat often, but if you ever need me, I’ll always be there for you!!!

@bobs-flowers Omg I am soo happy we met!!! You’re such a wonderful friend!!! You’re super hardworking!!! I love you soo much!!! You faced a lot of problems and I tried to help you, sorry if I wasn’t that helpful ^^’ I know you have a lot of work to do but please, always remember to rest!!!

@sosuke-of-secondearth You’re honestly soo cute!!! Thank you for being my friend and always helping when I am sad or anxious!!! I really appreciate that you message me even when you have to go to work!!! You’re really precious and lovable!!! I hope you’ll always be happy, cause you deserve it!!!

@saranghaeyeols We met on Christmas day and you’re honestly the best Christmas gift I ever got!!! I love you and your cats!!! You’re also gorgeous, stop saying you’re not, okay? I will fight you if you say that you’re not beautiful. Thank you for messaging me!!! Good luck on your exams!!! Don’t overwork!!!

@winteryethereal We met few days ago, but you’re honestly soo talented!!! And I love chatting with you!!! I hope more people will notice your talent ;) Good luck!!!

@charliefazbear We didn’t talk a lot, sorry for not messaging you >///< I really liked chatting with you and I am really thankful that I got to meet you ;) I hope we will chat again!!!

@taos-left-eyelid My lovely child!!! I am sorry for not joining the group chat!!! I love you, I really do!!! Don’t forget that!!! Also, you’re gorgeous ok? Absolutely perfect!!! I will fight whoever attacks you!!! Also, you’re really talented OMG!!! I love the stuff you write ;* I will always be there for you ^^

@sakura-gucci-panda My fellow scorpio friend!!! I love how you trust me enough to share your feelings!!! I am always here to listen!!! We are quite alike 😏😏😏 I love the lockscreens/wallpapers you make, omg, like, you’re so talented? Thank you for being you!!!

@kais-daddy Omg when I first saw you I thought you were a model, why you’re so gorgeous??? Also, I really like your personality omg!!! You’re also have an amazing sense of humor!!! We didn’t chat a lot, but I hope we will!!! Ohhh!!! And take care of yourself, I don’t want you to get ill agan >///<

@kai-aaah You’re soo cute AJSHCVFJKFBD I love chatting with you!!! Though we didn’t chat a lot…. >///< But omg you’re like an angel!!! Let’s chat more often!!! ( If you want to of course!!! )

@jungkookies-babygirl I hope you’re happy, cause you deserve happiness and love!!! You’re a wonderful person and it breaks my heart to see you sad… If you’ll ever need someone to talk to, I will always listen!!! Thank you for being such a wonderful person!!!

@kurosentoki I see you being sad quite often and I hate myself for not being able to help you… I know, we didn’t chat a lot, but I still really want to make you at least a little happier!!! You’re amazing!!! I love you!!!

@milktaost I remember when I used to send you random anon messages and how cute your answers were!!! Thank you for answering them!!! Sorry for not messaging you often ^^’ I really don’t want to be annoying >///< Ahh I hope you’re happy and healthy!!! Love you lots!!!

@paulienm You’re very cute and I love your blog!!! Thank you for randomly messaging me!!! I love you even though we didn’t talk a lot!!!

@trashbxsh Thank you for liking my reblogs!!! I really appreciate this!!! I hope we will become friends :3 Love you!!!

@braziebear We probably chatted only once but omg was that fun!!! I hope we will chat more in the future :3 ( If you want to ^^ )

@exocausetearsandsmiles You’re hilarious omg I love your blog!!! You’re also soo open minded!!! Thank you for randomly messaging me ( I am literally to shy to message you cause I think that I am way to lame )

@kimnamwho We also probably chatted only once but I really liked it!!! Let’s chat again!!! ( if you want to ^^ )

@blackberryconnossieur I loved chating with you!!! You’re honestly amazing I really love you!!! :3

@xiulayallday You’re adorable! We didn’t chat, but I love your blog ^^ Thanks for being a mutual ^^

@chogiwapark Ahhhh Tesa!!!! Thank you for sticking with my lame self!!! I honestly don’t understand why are you still not bored to chat with me, like??? I love you, you’re soo amazing!!! I know you’re busy, so thank you for finding time to answer my messages!!! You also can message me sometimes, ok? ;* Love you!!!

@7deer-ofthe-dawn7 Ahh I really like the fanfic you wrote!!! We didn’t chat a lot and that’s probably because I am too anxious to message you ( You’re honestly soo cool omg ) but I still love you LOL ( please don’t judge me, I really do love all of the people I know on tumblr >///< )

@hoe4baek Ahh… We didn’t chat often, but maybe we could chat more in the future? If you want to? You’re very cute!!! I love you!!!

@swaggyt-a-o emmm…. Yeah, we also didn’t chat often but YOU’RE ADORABLE ASHCGSDHJKVS!!!! I was soo shocked when you followed my blog omg >///< Thank you for being a mutual ^^

@blancnabi Thanks for tagging me in stuff!!! I love your blog!!! You’re adorable!!! Let’s become friends!!! :3

@eau-de-low-budget You’re an amazing artist!!! I love your art!!! You’re honestly super talented, I am not lying!!! You’re a wonderful person!!! ^^

@stopjunmyeon Ahhh I am soo honored you follow me >///< You’re absolutely gorgeous and I love your personality!!! You’re amazing!!! I wish there was more people like you!!!

@1oveyoon We haven’t chatted in a while >///< I love you soo much!!! You’re gorgeous omg >///< I am happy I met you!!! Let’s talk more in future ( if you want to!!! )

I am really thankful that all of you are my friends ( well at least I hope you are ^^ I love all of you ) I am sorry if I don’t message you, I am really shy >///< All of you are soo cool and amazing, literal angels so I get really anxious to message you!!! >///< I tagged people randomly, I love all of you the same!!! Once again, Thanks for being my friends or simply mutuals!!! I cherish each one of you!!!

ignis is such an Egg™

this is going to sound a little familar

@endragh submitted: since i didn’t know that last au was going to make you uncomfortable i am taking the main “story” of it and put it into an au that won’t make you uncomfortable. that way you can enjoy the cute at any time without feeling uncomfortable(changing it slightly to fit this new au).

so Micheal, Ryan, Gavin, Geoff, and Jack are part of the Fake AH crew. they find one day that their friend meg has gone missing. when they get to her apartment they find cop Jeremy there. he isn’t like most cops, pretty much not caring who they are. just wanting to get his job done and get meg back safe.

like they point guns at him and he just waves them off like “look, you can kill me later just let me finish this job alright?”

they start working with him, since they definitely have more resources then one lone cop, and eventual find and return meg safe from harm. Jeremy helps by being more observant(keener eyesight to replace his sniper potion in the crew) and catches things the other miss(a few specks of blood, and handprints)

they actually come to find they like this cop(since even after they find meg Jeremy is immediately off on another case and doesn’t seem to even care who they are) it takes a bit of time but once they find him again they give him their number. tell him to call them anytime he needs help finding someone.

the first time he calls them it is a missing kid. the crew jumps at the chance to help find a kid and they get the kid back to their parents safe(taking out a rival gang and getting a little more territory in the process) the second time he calls is because he was to late and doesn’t have anyone else to cry to. they all bring him back to their place to comfort him.

after that they start seeing each other outside of work and it eventually becomes cop Jeremy with his boyfriend crew saving kids together(and then the crew goes off and does crew stuff)

oh gosh you didn’t need to rewrite your whole au for me haha. but this sounds very lovely. im all for hero! lil J and somewhat reluctant heroes, only doing it because jeremy is cute! Fakes. Sounds absolutely adorable

Feverish Fall (sickfic, flu)

Note: I was gonna wait to post this, but I got really excited at everyone’s positive reactions to the first GingerSnap fic I posted (thank you!!!). So here’s one featuring mostly Elliott and introducing Will (brief character bio here)! This one is a lot longer, so I hope that’s cool.

Edit: I forgot that I got the idea based on a prompt from this list. (It’s the first one there, you can’t miss it.)

There were few times Elliott Chapman had been so relieved to finish a shift as he was now. Whatever energy he’d had at the start of the day had long since vanished, and it was all he could do not to lean into the wall as he took his apron off and slipped his hands into the sleeves of his sweatshirt. His head pounded and had been spinning for the past few hours. That, coupled with the shakiness of his hands and relentless interruptions from his respiratory system, had made it quite difficult to carry trays from table to table and be quick about it.

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“He and Spade were just induplicable as a team – wonderful together. David is very acerbic and… he’s – you know, he’s a toughie. And Chris is a softie. You’ve got the best of Belushi and Aykroyd, of Abbott and Costello, of Martin and Lewis… You had just a perfect yin-yang situation with those guys.” - Dan Aykroyd

“A fantastic combination of ultimately innocent and ultimately jaded. They are the oil and vinegar of comedy.” - Mike Myers

“They would react to stress in different ways. Chris would get bigger, and David would – there’d be less of David. And I used to say that the amount of weight in the frame kind of stayed constant, you know, in a two-shot.” - Lorne Michaels

“They were funny, they were close, you could tell they were really good friends. And only real – really, really good friends can fight the way they fought. And they’d throw something, and not speak to each other for a couple hours, and we’d all sit there and laugh and watch this thing go back and forth.” - Bo Derek

“And when I’d visit those fools during the [Tommy Boy] shoot, they’d have little fights on occasion, and Farley would [laughs] have a snap and Spade… [laughs] Spade would be scared for his life. They were in love with each other – we all were! You know. But Spade and Farley had a definite… brotherly relationship.” - Adam Sandler

Those fools. The way everyone talks about those fools, and the way everyone smiles so much while talking about those fools. 

But David Spade himself, every time he’s asked about Chris Farley, he always gives the same answers, usually “I think about him every day” or some variation thereof, and appears very stoic and tired like he’s climbed these same stairs too many times. It should be noted that this is likely because he once said “if I think about that for more than 5 seconds ill start bawling.”

anonymous asked:

So do you just not like Harry? You're a Larrie but never blog Harry. I may or may not stalk your tags. just admit you're a Louie instead.

Well hello there anon! Lissen, it’s been a week now and I didn’t know how I was going to answer this but here i am two ciders cider+whiskeys whiskeys in and I’m going to tell you a story you never asked for. The story of how I first became acquainted with One Direction. Here we go: 

I will freely admit that before last year I had no clues who the halibuts One Direction even was. All I basically knew was that they were that boyband who sang a song about Little Things that my 16-year-old cousin made me watch six times once. And yes, though I do love me a boyband (BBMAK RIP), I was an un-woke fool and so I made my best “that’s amaahzing sweaty” face anytime she or anyone brought them up. end of backstory. 

cut to: December 2015
I went out for drinks with a bunch of co-workers and made a friend with a nice English woman who someone had brought along. She kept starring at me and looking away and putting her hand over her mouth and pushing me like “GET OUT OF HERE GYSPY” and about half way through telling her about my passion to seriously get dinosaurs trending in the fashion world I just stopped talking because her face kept doing this:

and I looked down to see if i’d dropped food on myself but I hadn’t and she was like “I’m so sorry…it’s just that you remind me so much of someone and it’s kind of freaking me out.”
to which i said “OOoOooOOoo! WHO IS SHE?”
nice English woman: “Erm it’s a boy”
me: “It’s always a boy”
nice English woman: “It’s Harry Styles”
friend of nice English woman: “SHE WOULD KNOW”
nice English woman: “He’s so quirky”
me: “I’m pretty sure that’s naht a compliment”

anyway, she told me I needed to go home and youtube him and the band and just left me with a “you’ll see”. 

and I swiveled violently towards the camera and shouted:


long story short, I made the mistake of watching more videos (x-factor diaries FUUHHH I KNOW BIRTH OF A LARRIE) and realised the reason I was so offended was because I eventually saw it… i saw why the nice English woman said this about me and why people have continued to say this about me and my fashion sense:

Someone actually printed this out and hung it up on a wall at work once (sans heads - I added those heads to protect both our identities) cos I wore this outfit the same day this hoe did and they thought it was funny to call me out (I totally wore it first). 

So, do I see Harry Styles as my personal arch nemesis? yes, yes i do. Will I continue to be embarrassed by him because he is a reflection of all my weirdness? yes, yes I will. Will I ever stop yelling at him in my tags? probs naht. Do I avoid fonding over him because it makes me feel like I’m fonding over myself? Absolutely.

In summary, I basically have to love him because I really love myself but I’m also really humble so there’s that. If this all makes me a Louie then it is what it is.  

alright I’m done. Can we still be friends? good night and ALL THE HALIBUTS! 

I was tagged by @lilymaidofgallifrey

1. Which book has been on your shelves the longest?

I mean, if we’re talking literal shelves, everything just got put on this one when I moved back home two years ago. But of all the books on there, the oldest is a ratty paper back of Stormy, Misty’s Foal which is quintessential girl-horse-book phase that I actually had to travel all the way to Mississippi to steal back from a friend who borrowed it for about eight years. 

2. What is your current read, your last read and the book you’ll read next?

I am currently reading both Frank Herbert’s Dune (which is crazy weird) and beta reading for a fellow writer. Last book I read was Neil Gaiman’s The Sleeper and The Spindle which I highly recommended to anyone who likes graphic novels/fairy tales because the art is GORGEOUS. On my list after I finish these two is probably Dianna Wynne Jones House of Many Ways (although I might have to reread Howl’s Moving Castle first for proprieties sake ;) )

Oh wait! but I’m supposed to read Tell the Wolves I’m Home by Carol Rifka Brunt next for @bymylights because she loved the book so much. 

3. Which book does everyone like and you hated?

I mean, Catcher in the Rye was the bane of my existence in high school but I think most people dislike that now. Actually, a lot of classics are that way for me. Hated Wuthering Heights and all things Ernest Hemingway. Also the big YA series (Hunger Games, Divergent, even Percy Jackson, but mostly cause I was older when it came out) don’t hold my interest in the way that most people adore them.

4. Which book do you keep telling yourself you’ll read, but you probably won’t?

I mean, I’ve been saying I was gonna read the Jungle Book for months now, but I’ve been putting it off for months now. I really hope I do get to it though. I’m hesitant though because I really didn’t like Man Who Would Be King 

5. Which book are you saving for “retirement?”

I was not aware this was a thing. I will never run out of books to read, I think, so I’m not really worried. 

6. Last page: read it first or wait till the end?

Usually I’ll leave it til the end. Sometimes if I don’t really care about the book, I’ll skip. I used to be much more prescriptive about not skipping but I’m kinda over it now. 

7. Acknowledgements: waste of ink and paper or interesting aside?

I love acknowledgements. The first few are usually really interesting and personal before they go all Oscar speech and just start acknowledging everyone. But they give you little glimpses about the author, like dedications. 

8. Which book character would you switch places with?

Eowyn, Lord of the Rings. No hesitations. No regrets. Let me be Eowyn, please I beg you. 

9. Do you have a book that reminds you of something specific in your life (a person, a place, a time)?

Sooooooo many. I have a memory associated with where I read pretty much any book, but to keep the list short, probably Magician’s Nephew. It will always remind me of my mother, incandescent lights in a dingy trailer in my grandparents backyard. 

10. Name a book you acquired in some interesting way.

I have a copy of Terry Brooks Magic Kingdom For Sale which I got at Shakespeare and Company in Paris. My sister really loves Terry Brooks books, I kind of got it on a whim as my souvenir from Paris. I have a book of Breton fairy tales in German for the same reason. Basically I bought books everywhere during my year on exchange and those are my favourite bookes. 

11. Have you ever given away a book for a special reason to a special person?

I did a book exchange last year and gave my sister’s friend a copy of Robin Mckinley’s The Hero and the Crown and wrote her a whole letter on the inside cover telling her why I loved the book. Apparently said friend loved the letter and the book and that was really heart warming, because I found the protagonist of that story so inspiring and I was happy it only inspired another young woman. 

12. Which book has been with you to the most places?

Ooooooh, I don’t know. I don’t often take books with me more than once? Probably my copies of Lord of the Rings since if I’m not reading anything in particular I’ll bring them with me in case I get bored or need emotional support. But now that I have an eReader I tend to bring that instead. 

13. Any “required reading” you hated in high school that wasn’t so bad ten years later?

No. The books I hated in high school I still hate vehemently. 

14. What is the strangest item you’ve ever found in a book?

A dried rose. That was pretty cool, though. 

15. Used or brand new?

Both have their own benefits and aesthetics. I think hard cover (if I EVER buy hard cover) I prefer new, but mostly I like used books for two reasons. 1) They’re much, much cheaper and 2) I prefer the older illustrated covers. If it’s a book that has a movie or even just most modern books and their life-like people (I’m thinking a lot of the Throne of Glass series here)… I don’t like that. I find it off putting. I want crudely drawn, water-colour or just flat matte colours with geometric designs. You don’t tend to see many of those these days. 

16. Stephen King: Literary genius or opiate of the masses?

Gotta admit, never actually read any Stephen King. Probably should. 

17. Have you ever seen a movie you liked better than the book?

See, often I’ll like movies better because I didn’t read the book, like the first Percy Jackson (not the second dumpster fire) or the first Maze Runner (again, not the second). 

OH! The Princess Bride, duh. The book is hilarious in it’s own right, but the book is a parody/satire of romance, whereas the movie is a true adventure romance. So I love them both for different reasons, but I grew up watching the movie and it just hits every note perfectly and I love it. 

18. Conversely, which book should NEVER have been introduced to celluloid?

Ugh, the Eragon movie was a nightmare. I didn’t like the sequels anyway, but the first book was really good and the movie just ruined everything except Brom. Poor Jeremy Irons didn’t stand a chance, though. 

19. Have you ever read a book that’s made you hungry, cookbooks being excluded from this question?

Oh my gosh, Sunshine by Robin McKinley and literally every Redwall book. I dunno how Brian Jacques makes animal food sound soooooo good but it’s basically food porn. 

20. Who is the person whose book advice you’ll always take?

Ooooooh, I don’t think I’ve found that person. I try to take all advice and genuinely look into books recommended to me, but I’m so busy I’m picky about what I actually dig into. 

I’m gonna tag some of my fellow betas, cause I’d love to know what you guys have been reading: @jltillary, @jennalasby, @imtheperkiness, @tcstu, @brynprocrastinates. Also gonna tag @thecaffeinebookwarrior, @raiswanson, @bymylights, @ravineofwillows, and @dwobbit-under-the-mountain if you guys feel like it :)

anonymous asked:

I am genderfluid and I have curly hair that's down past my lower back. I love my hair. I think it looks good on me. But I literally never EVER see any genderfluid people with long hair, and having short hair would be so much easier to style and change around. I never see any advice on what to do with long hair other than to just cut it. Even though I love it should I just cut it because it would be easier? I know I'll probably regret it but I'm pretty torn. Any advice?

hi there. i so feel you! i’m not genderfluid, but i’m nonbinary and i rock the long hair. here’s the thing: if you love it, and it sounds like you really do!, then i don’t think you should cut it. of course, it’s hair and it’ll grow back and you shouldn’t be afraid to cut it. but it sounds like you might regret cutting it, and i wouldn’t want you to feel like you have to cut it to fit into any model of genderfluid expression.

on top of all of that, there are definitely genderfluid folks out there with long hair, i promise. and there are ways to style long (and curly!) hair. 

you should definitely check out our /hair tag, but i’ll also link you to a few resources specifically for folks with long, curly hair:

other genderfluid style resources and blogs that might be useful to peruse:

whenever i am feeling a little genderweirdy about having long hair, i mostly just go look at pictures of willy cartier. also, old school pictures of johnny depp with longer hair; he had a bit of curl to it. but now, for some more practical tips!

i think that keeping your hair all one length - i.e., no layers - is one step towards being able to rock a more masculine take on long hair. additionally, where you part your hair can help with this: try a more centered part. if you want to tie your hair back, play around with these options: a low, loose ponytail or the always extraordinary man-bun. you might want to invest in some hair pomade and try slicking your hair back and letting it fall loosely (like this, which is someone with straight/straightened hair, or like some of the images at this pinterest, which focuses on men with long hair and includes men with long curly hair.)

you could also look into doing a variation on an undercut, depending on your type of hair and whether or not you’re interested in/able to cut your hair at all. with an undercut, you could style it on some days so that the shaved part of your hair isn’t visible at all, and on days when you’re looking to wear your hair more masculinely, you could show it off a bit more. here’s an example, another one, and another one. this is a neat way to maintain your length but create a more masculine look sometimes. those primarily reflect people with straight/straightened hair, but a similar look can be achieved with curly hair. a good hairdresser should be able to help you achieve this kind of look with your hair type, if that’s something you’re interested in! don’t be afraid to bring in pictures, and don’t be afraid to schedule a consultation appointment before actually investing in a haircut at a new place. if you’re near a city or urban area, you can also look for queer/lgbtq+ friendly salons, and they often have more experience with androgynous styles!

okay whew, this is a lot of words. i hope some of this is helpful! basically, i would just so encourage you to keep your hair long if that’s right for you. i’ve come so close to getting a shorter haircut, and i am so grateful that i never cut off too much length - because that’s what’s right for me! try not to feel pressured to alter your appearance in ways that aren’t authentic to you just because of perceived norms in our communities.

(also, my personal bias: i actually find that long hair is really flexible and malleable for playing with your presentation!)

do any of our readers have suggestions or advice?


I’ll Wait

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1,497

Warnings: angst, minor character death, guns, mentions of guns aimed at someone, swearing, sorta fluff, 

Prompt: No longer soulless, Sam is trying to make up for the mistakes he made when he was soulless. Nine months of apologies has led up to this one moment and all Sam can do is hope that it works.

A/N: his is my submission for @iwantthedean 2k follower celebration. My song was “Little do you know” by Alex and Sierra. Flashbacks are all in italics while present time is not. The lyrics are in bold.


Sam stood nervously at the back of the bedroom. He had his phone in his hand, waiting for the door to open so he could start the song. He fiddled with it as he looked around the room. The lights were off and a few candles were lit, making the scene a bit more romantic. He wasn’t going for romance though, he was going for forgiveness. At least, just a little bit of it.

He watched the door handle turn and quickly pushed the play button on his phone, having the music fill the speakers immediately. He was glad the song wasn’t super instrumental at the beginning. It got right into the lyrics the second you walked through the door.

“What the hell?” You spoke, looking around the room only to find Sam standing there. He was in his FBI suit and it made you smile, because you were sure that was the only nice suit he owned. He put a bowtie with it, making it look more like a tux than anything else. “What’s this for?”

“Just listen,” was all he said. You gave a slight nod and let the music fill your ears.

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Cry Baby
  • Aries:
  • "9, 10 never want to see you again,
  • 11, 12 I pull off black so well,
  • Shit behind the curtain that I'm sick of sugarcoatin',
  • Next time you're alone, think fast before you grab the phone." -Milk and Cookies
  • Taurus:
  • "Maybe it's a cruel joke on me,
  • Whatever, whatever,
  • Just means there's way more cake for me,
  • Forever, forever,
  • It's my party and I'll cry if I want to." -Pity Party
  • Gemini:
  • "Think I just remembered something,
  • I think I left the faucet running,
  • Now my words are filling up the tub,
  • Darling, you're just soaking in it,
  • But I know you'll get out in a minute." -Soap
  • Cancer:
  • "It doesn't matter what you pull up to your home,
  • We know what goes on inside,
  • You call that ass your own, we call that silicone,
  • Silly girl with silly boys." -Sippy Cup
  • Leo:
  • "I know my ABC's, yet you keep teaching me,
  • I say, fuck your degree, alphabet boy,
  • You think you're smarter than me with all your bad poetry,
  • Fuck all your ABC's, alphabet boy." -Alphabet Boy
  • Virgo:
  • "Took the words right out of my mouth,
  • Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it,
  • Can anybody hear me? I'm hidden under ground,
  • Can anybody hear me? Am I talking to myself?" -Tag, you're it
  • Libra:
  • "Wake up in your bedroom and there's nothing left to say,
  • When I try to talk you're always playing board games,
  • I wish I had a monopoly over your mind,
  • I wish I didn't care all the time." -Play Date
  • Scorpio:
  • "Teddy bear, you were my teddy bear,
  • You were comforting and quiet,
  • How did love become so violent?
  • Oh, teddy bear, you were my teddy bear,
  • Everything was so sweet until you tried to kill me." -Teddy Bear
  • Sagittarius:
  • "Some one told me stay away from things that aren't yours,
  • But was he yours, if he wanted me so bad?
  • Pacify her,
  • She's getting on my nerves,
  • You don't love her,
  • Stop lying with those words." -Pacify Her
  • Capricorn:
  • "Over the bend, entirely bonkers,
  • You like me best when I'm off my rocker,
  • Tell you a secret, I'm not alarmed,
  • So what if I'm crazy? The best people are." -Mad Hatter
  • Aquarius:
  • "Kids forever, kids forever,
  • Baby soft skin turns into leather,
  • Don't be dramatic it's only some plastic,
  • No one will love you if you're unattractive,
  • Oh Mrs. Potato Head tell me, is it true that pain is beauty?" -Mrs. Potato Head
  • Pisces:
  • "I'm not a piece of cake for you to just discard,
  • While you walk away with the frosting of my heart,
  • So I'm taking back what's mine,
  • You'll miss the slice of heaven that I gave to you last night." -Cake