now i am gonna shut up

Omfg guys so I was in my room just doing nothing like I always am scrolling through tumblr when the lights started flickering and my sister walks in and goes “oh my god I knew you were possessed” and I was like “bitch” but then I joked and said “WILL IS THAT YOU” and then the lights stopped flickering,and my sister and I were just shooketh :’),that was pretty clever not gonna lie :’)(actually no I’m just dumb)

uhh… i know there are rumors that the repack date is september 4th but umm… there’s literally gonna be a full moon on september 6th (09/06) which is eerily the same numbers as when the teasers were released on the day of the eclipse at 09:06:43 AM PDT so uhhh… just… keep that in mind i guess

Six Years and Seven Days

This is pretending that Bellamy could hear Clarke talking all those years, she just can’t hear him responding, and that the ship at the end is them coming back to Earth. 

So…pain. 


Day Three

“Bellamy…are you up there? Are you alive? Is anyone alive?”

Static.

“I only woke up yesterday. At least, I think it was yesterday. I barely made it into the bunker in time, but I made it. And the computer says it’s been three days since the radiation hit, and I was so hungry I thought I might die. Please tell me you didn’t die.”

Silence.

“Bellamy, my mom was right. In a way. My face is disgusting, covered in boils. You’d be laughing at me…probably. Because she was right but so were you. I’m not dead Bellamy. I hope you aren’t either.”

His fingers slammed on the respond button, pushing it down to the point of it feeling like it would crack from the pressure.

“I’m not dead, Clarke. I’m not dead.”

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Park Chanyeol//Liquid Truth


Summary: You and Chanyeol go way back, and are best friends. It’s become routine for you to come over to the dorms whenever you have a fight with your boyfriend, but lately, he’s been pissed off at you, and you’re not quite sure why.
Scenario: angst, fluff
Word Count: 6,917

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i kinda need a fic where Noora takes Isak and Even to her yoga class and Isak is actually really good at it and enjoys it and Even is all like “I’m to tall for this shit, the earth seems too far I am an artist goddamit, downward dog yourself hoe, nope I am never doing this again ever”

My favorite lines from The Defenders

I just had to make a collection for this show 

  •  “People call me Foggy.” “And you let them?”
  • Matt’s speech to Aaron James (Ep. 1)
  • “You’re not abandoning Elektra, you don’t have it in you.” That sass from the priest thou
  • “You got a mouth on ya.” “You noticed.” 
  • “Is the NYPD going to pay you for doing their job?” “No…but,”
  • Josie’s comment towards Foggy
  • “You won’t like me then.” “I don’t like you now.” 
  • “Don’t you bet on it.” *immediately cuts off his hand*
  • “I’m a Catholic guy, I’ve got a soft spot for hopeless causes.” 
  • “There’s this mystical place called K’un-Lun-” “I can answer for myself,” *pauses* “There’s this mystical place called K’un-Lun,” 
  • Luke’s speech/argument with Danny in Ep. 3 
  • “Omg yes I’m gonna quote that” that entire conversation lol
  • “So punching is okay now?” “It’s complicated.” 
  • “You look like an asshole.” “It’s your scarf.” 
  • “Woah, she is very strong.” 
  • “Who hears neon?!”
  • “Is that pork?” “No, it’s shrimp.” “Oh.” *waiter walks in* “That guy has pork.” “Ah great!” 
  • “I get that.” “I don’t, you’re blind.” 
  • “Because this one, the iron fist, immortal weapon and protector of the ancient city, is still a thunderous dumbass.” 
  • “Sit down and shut up.” *immediately walks out*
  • “Jesus, am I the only one left who doesn’t know karate?”
  • “I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.” “Let’s keep it that way”
  • *drives car straight into the restaurant* “Who missed me?” 
  • “Do you understand?” “Do I understand? You are the dumbest Iron Fist yet.” 
  • “That dude was for sure dead the last time I saw him.” “Oh yeah.” “Okay just checking.” I love Claire so much 
  • “The scarf looked better. Nice ears.” “They’re horns.” 
  • “It’s a katana, it was passed down-” “It’s weird.” 
  • “So cool.” “I mean, it’s kind of cool.” 
  • Any time Luke tries to calm Danny down
  • “It’s like you’re making it up as you go along.” “That’s what survivors do.” 
  • “His name is Matthew.” *stabby mcstab stab* “You work for me now.” 
  • “A witness? What do you, do you want me to describe how it sounded?” 
  • *downs a shitty beer* “It’s been a long week.” 
  • *gives Matt in the suit the side-eye* “There it is.”
  • “I’m glad we found each other.” “I’m not hugging you.”
  • “Let’s go ironclad.” “It’s Iron Fist.” “I know.” 


These were just my faves, feel free to add your own! 

AMERICAN GODS SENTENCE STARTERS

episode six - a murder of gods.

  • ❝ you saved me. thank you. ❞
  • ❝ you already know my name. ❞
  • ❝ what are they ?
  • ❝ oh motherfucker, you never just answer a fucking question
  • ❝ that’s not a question, ___ , a question would be: what do you believe you saw ?
  • ❝ i don’t know what i believe. ❞
  • ❝ it was a warning to me, and a sacrifice to them. ❞
  • ❝ sacrifice ? like –– like what, for –– for a god ?
  • ❝ what’s a god ? can we even know they exist ? people believe things, which means they’re real. that means we know they exist. so what came first ? gods ? or the people who believed in them ?
  • ❝ where was all this before i met you ?
  • ❝ there’s always a window. but people are frightened to look through it. it’s safer in the prison cell. ❞
  • ❝ we’re not safe now. ❞
  • ❝ who are you ?
  • ❝ i believe in some things. ❞
  • ❝ your wife obviously has a temper. not used to getting her way, huh
  • ❝ your dearly departed has departed and i suggest we should do the same. ❞
  • ❝ was she a ghost ? i mean, do you think you saw a ghost ?
  • ❝ you know, you’re not questioning any of this. i’m questioning everything right now. ❞
  • ❝ i’m not so young nor so narrow to assume the dead are dead, and there’s no spectrum or spectral in between. in my experience, the dead that aren’t rarely come back without purpose. ❞
  • ❝ her purpose was to let you go, now get in. ❞
  • ❝ now you’ve seen who’s after us, and you know what they’re capable of. you can hang around here if you want, but i’m getting out of here. ❞
  • ❝ fuck ! where the fuck is my car !
  • ❝ yes, it does belong to the dead woman, i am the dead woman. where’s my fucking car
  • ❝ first piece of luck i’ve had in days. ❞
  • ❝ worse things out tonight than you. ❞
  • ❝ isn’t she lovely ?
  • ❝ i’ve done the math. this times that equals you’re a cunt, divided by the only way i’m gonna get what i need is if you give it to me equals the only way you’re gonna give it to me is if you don’t need it. ❞
  • ❝ like my friend jesus christ, the only thing you need, ___ , is resurrection. ❞
  • ❝ did you just name drop jesus christ like you know a guy who knows a guy ?
  • ❝ i can be very convincing. ❞
  • ❝ is this you being convincing now ? because you suck at it. ❞
  • ❝ i’m trying to convince you to live. real living. not whatever rot living this is. ❞
  • ❝ why don’t you put that on your fucking scales and weigh it
  • ❝ what the fuck are you ? i mean, what the fuck are any of you, but first, tell me, what the fuck are you ? seriously, what the fuck are you ?!
  • ❝ please stop stealing my cab. ❞
  • ❝ i have been traveling in the direction of mecca for days, looking for a jinn. ❞
  • ❝ i’ll tell you where to find a whole murder of gods, demi and otherwise. every god damned one of them. ❞
  • ❝ i know a charm that can lift grief from a grieving heart. ❞
  • ❝ do you know a charm that can stop bleeding ?
  • ❝ i know a charm that can cure sickness and pain and a charm that can turn away the weapons of enemies. i know a charm that can heal with a touch. ❞
  • ❝ excuse the cold hands. ❞
  • ❝ there’s always been a god shaped hole in man’s head. trees were the first to fill it. ❞
  • ❝ mr. wood was the trees, mr. wood was the forest. see, he was a very old god who saw something very new. he saw a god fearing society turn towards complete industrialization. so what did he do ? he sacrificed his trees, he sacrificed his forest, and he became something else. ❞
  • ❝ well, at this stage it’s ‘we’ll see’, or, ‘time will tell’, but if it’ll rest your weary head, then yeah, it’s gone. ❞
  • ❝ religion inspires in those who fear nothing, fear of the gods, and using that fear requires a certain element of fucked up. ❞
  • ❝ i’m not scared of anything anymore. ❞
  • ❝ i’m scared you’re never gonna shut that flapping hole of yours. i’m sitting here having a fucking anxiety attack because i am genuinely terrified that you are never gonna shut the fuck up. ❞
  • ❝ did you kill ___ ? i won’t tell. ❞
  • ❝ my name is ___. or … it was ___. i do not know what my name is now. ❞
  • ❝ i just realized that i’m never gonna see my mother again. i’m never gonna hear her say my name again. i’m never gonna eat her cooking again. ❞
  • ❝ are you dead ?
  • ❝ this is my afterlife, ___. ❞
  • ❝ did you pray for another life
  • ❝ i do not pray to ask god for things. i pray to thank god, for bringing me where i am. to this time, to this place, where i finally know what i must do in this life. ❞
  • ❝ i pray i find ___. he is my afterlife. i knew him. we knew each other. and now i wish to know more. ❞
  • ❝ people will defend the warm safe feeling their america gives them. they will defend it with bullets. ❞
  • ❝ less a funeral than a celebration of a sacrifice. ❞
  • ❝ if i know my friend, somebody got tossed into the volcano. ❞
  • ❝ this was a human sacrifice ❞ 
  • ❝ that’s him. head of the crowd. the one they flock to. ❞
  • ❝ please, go in peace. ❞
  • ❝ what rock did you crawl out from under ?
  • ❝ playing a little hide and seek. hiding from the proverbial them, and seeking … you. ❞
  • ❝ i need you to believe in me. ❞
  • ❝ i’ve heard your name on the wind. ❞
  • ❝ we’re at war already, and we’re losing. you, me, all of us. they’re taking honey from our mouths. ❞
  • ❝ i have no use for shame. ❞
  • ❝ it’s easier to pass for the living in the dark, if i felt the need to pass. ❞
  • ❝ your heart’s not beating for this life anymore, ___. this life is done. ❞
  • ❝ that doesn’t obligate him to feel shit. ❞
  • ❝ perhaps i misjudged the kiss. ❞
  • ❝ death do us part, take the fucking hint. he’s gone. your man came, saw you, tasted death on your tongue, and he fucking left. ❞
  • ❝ your kind of love, ___, is the worst kind of love of them all. you can love somebody even when you know they don’t like it. even when you know they don’t want it. ❞
  • ❝ that’s some profound fucking knowledge for you right there, wrapped up in a quaint sexual metaphor. ❞
  • ❝ people do tend to behave if they know they’re being watched. they like being watched. ❞
  • ❝ somebody’s watching. somebody’s always watching. ❞
  • ❝ what did you do to become the god of this little universe that you’ve created ?
  • ❝ you’re no stranger to sacrifice. ❞
  • ❝ they don’t sacrifice anymore. not to me. ❞
  • ❝ you could always sacrifice yourself. you’ve done it before. ❞
  • ❝ you ever see a man hanged, ___ ? throat crushed, gasping for life. it’s a terrible way to find your faith. faith doesn’t have to leave the faithful dangling. ❞
  • ❝ you are what you worship. ❞
  • ❝ the power of fire is firepower. ❞
  • ❝ not god, but godlike. and they believe. ❞
  • ❝ god bless the believers. ❞
  • ❝ i’ll make you a blade worthy of a god. ❞
  • ❝ i know who he is, and who he’s always been. i can depend on that. ❞
  • ❝ you’re not here at the moment. you’re distracted. i wonder why. ❞
  • ❝ she’s out in the cold, but … she doesn’t feel it anymore. or maybe … maybe it’s all she feels, now. ❞
  • ❝ they make blood sacrifices to you. ❞
  • ❝ you could use a blood sacrifice. ❞
  • ❝ you sold us out. ❞
  • ❝ you saw what i was. i was a story people forgot to remember to tell. and they gave me a gun. they put power back in my hands. and i gotta tell you; it feels good. ❞
  • ❝ i never needed my religion to be moral. ❞
  • ❝ moralizing religions are materialistic ones. they all need their martyrs. ❞
  • ❝ i’m laying down a curse. i’m cursing the whole fucking thing. ❞
  • ❝ god is great. ❞
  • ❝ life is great. ❞

yyyyYYYYYY'ALLLLL I had a freaking intensive dream about Rad Likes Robots and I kinda wanna cry???? ;;;;w;;;;

[[It’s a long ‘un this time too j f c;;;;]]

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You’re not my Wife

The girl handed you the phone with a giddy smile. “Do you mind taking the picture?” she begged. 

You laughed and took her phone from her. “Sure, sweetheart. But I’ll warn ya, that one gets a little handsy when he is drunk,” you said, gesturing toward Jensen. “And he was drunk off his ass three whiskey’s ago,” you laughed with a wink. 

The girl laughed before stepping between Jensen and Jared. They both towered over her. She couldn’t wipe the adorable smile off of her face. You smiled to yourself as you raised the phone to take the picture. 

You were watching the screen as Jensen planted a firm kiss on the girl’s temple. You had to stifle a giggle as you heard him lean back and start talking to her. 

“Damn, Y/N, you smell so good. Did you change perfumes or something? And when did your hair get so long?” he asked, looking down at the girl. 

You tossed your head back in laughter as you snapped the picture then got Jensen’s attention. 

You snapped your fingers so that Jensen looked up at you.

“Hey, Jensen!” you giggled. 

When his eyes met yours, he smiled in recognition then looked back at the girl he had just kissed. He looked thoroughly confused. 

“You’re not my wife,” he slurred as he pulled away from the girl. “Who are you again?” 

Jared laughed as he pulled the girl into a hug. 

“Don’t mind his drunk ass,” Jared laughed as he squeezed the fan to his chest. “Y/N warned you about how he gets when he has had a few too many,” he said shaking his head. 

“Hey!” Jensen said indignantly. “We’re celebrating, Asshat!” he declared as he looked at you then back at Jared. Your eyes went wide. Jensen had no filter after a lot of liquor. He was about to spill the beans to everyone. 

“Jens, I think that’s enough,” you said, your eyes wide as he looked at you confused still. 

“What, beautiful? We ARE celebrating. We have a damn good reason to celebrate,” he said, walking toward you, snaking his arms around your waist and pulling you close, nuzzling into your neck. 

“I know,” you whispered, letting your hands settle on Jensen’s shoulders. “But the reason we are celebrating  is still a secret,” you reminded him. 

Jensen kissed your neck then pulled away to look you in the eye. “You mean they don’t know you’re pregnant?” he asked. 

You slapped a hand over his mouth, and he just smiled back at you his eyes lighting up as he kissed your palm. 

“What?” Jared and Gen said at the same time as the girl walked away. 

“They do now,” you laughed. “We were waiting until we told both of our parents,” you added, popping Jensen in the stomach. He shrugged innocently as he looked from you to Gen and Jared. “But I should have known once this one started drinking, it wouldn’t be a secret for long,” you laughed. 

Jensen contemplated you for a minute. “Secrets are stupid,” he declared. “Hey everybody! Listen up!” he yelled at no one in particular. “My sexy, gorgeous, beautiful wife is PREGNANT!” he declared triumphantly. “And I’m the lucky son of a bitch that knocked her up. Now THAT part was fun,” he laughed. 

“Okay, that’s enough, Ackles,” you laughed, kissing him quickly so that he would shut up. His tongue tangled with yours before the two of you pulled away breathless. 

“That mean you wanna get started on another?” he teased, running his hand up under your shirt. 

“Down boy,” you said, slapping his hand away. “What am I gonna do with you?” you laughed, kissing him once more. 

“Congrats, guys,” Jared said with a laugh, pulling you both into a bear hug. 

“Thanks man,” Jensen said seriously. “She is one hell of a woman,” he added, looking at you proudly. 

“Oh?” you asked. 

“Hell yeah,” Jensen replied, pulling you into his arms and kissing you with fervor.  

“Don’t you forget it, Ackles,” you teased, running your hands along the length of his back, the mystery picture girl long forgotten. 

Say It Again - Jughead Jones

If requests are open, could you make a jughead x fem Reader where he never asked what her real name was (everyone just calls her by a nick name and has been doing so for years.) and when he finally figures it out and calls her by that name, the reader falls in love with the way it sounds when he says it. Sorry if it’s confusing, I just thought it’d be cute :)

Originally posted by diltons

Y/N/N = Your Nick Name

Y/N = Your (real/full) Name

L/N = Your Last Name

I loved this idea so much! I hope you like the way I wrote it!


The first time it was brought up was at the diner. You sat next to Jughead, and the two of you were sitting across from Betty and Veronica. You all were sharing stories from your childhoods, including Jughead, when it finally got to you. 

“Y/N/N, did you ever have a nickname?” You smiled at Veronica, who had admitted a few of her own embarrassing nicknames.

 “Y/N/N,” you replied, sipping at your milkshake. 

“What,” Jughead asked and you laughed while turning to face him.

 “Y/N/N is my nickname,” you said, but he still looked confused, “I’ve gone by Y/N/N my whole life. Even my parents use it rather than my actual name.”

“No, I get that,” he said, meeting your eyes, “but what’s your real name?” Veronica raised an eyebrow and Betty let out a laugh. “You’ve been best friends with Y/N/N for how long, and yet you still don’t know her full name?” Jughead squinted his eyes at Veronica and you let out a small giggle. “Now I have to know,” he said, turning to face you, but you just stared at him. “You’re a smart, independent, young man,” you said, causing Jughead to smile at you, “you can figure it out.” Betty rolled her eyes, “stop flirting you two, we’re trying to be nostalgic.” You felt a blush creep up onto your cheeks and with a glance at Jughead, you saw he was blushing too.


The second time it was brought up was at your locker door. School had ended and you were grabbing your jacket and text book out of your locker. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Jughead walking towards you, looking annoyed.

 “What’s up Juggie,” you asked as he leaned against the lockers next to yours. 

“So I went to the library during my free period,” he said and you started to close your locker door.

 “Sounds adventurous,” you said, looking up and smiling at him. 

“Ha! Very funny,” he said, “I went there looking to check out some yearbooks. When I asked for them she said, and I quote, ‘they’ve all been checked out.’” 

You gave him a smug smile, “Hmm, how strange.” He nodded, “isn’t it?”

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jeon jungkook ruined my life: a story told through gifs

wey hey what’s up guys i’m back with another collection of rude gifs

this time our subject wll be the maknae and perhaps even the rudest member of bts: jeon jungkook

ok, time for the pain to begin

would any rude jungkook gif post be complete without a gif of this moment? i think not

idk what the fuck this move is trying to achieve but idc i’m still into it

again, what the fuck

don’t even get me started on this choreography, i’m thoroughly convinced that bighit was trying to kill me off

*googles* how to be a sweater

ok but seriously what do we have to do to get this hairstyle back because fucking hell

bitch i’m sweating he looks so good all dressed up n shit

hahahahahaha i’m not okay

*takes deep breath* isweartogodjeonmotherfuckingjungkookifyoudontbuttonupyourgoddamnshirtimgonnalosemyshit

i told myself that i wasn’t going to scream while making this post but it looks like that just went ouT THE FUCKING WINDOW

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

UUUUUUUUCK

hahahahahahahaha i’m not crying i just spilled a little water in my eyes

is this….. is this shit allowed

oh, you think this is bad?

well what do you think about this?

or this?

and we simply cannot ignore this

and i’m pretty sure that this is pornographic but hey it’s fine i’m FINE

that J on his jersey must be for “jerk” because that was extremely uncalled for

yup, it’s for “jerk” alright

tbh this stage was the sexiest shit ever and i’m still not over it

SUPRISE BITCH, THE CHEST HAS COME BACK OUT TO PLAY

AND THE ABS SEEM TO HAVE JOINED US AS WELL HELLO

ok u guys are probably sick of my comments by now so i’m just gonna hit u with straight up rudeness for a sec

OK OK OK I KNOW I SAID I’D SHUT UP BUT WHAT THE FUUUUUUUCKKKK

*raps to the beat of le hip thrusts* i. am. dead.

*yodels* fuck my life *dabs*

ok this was longer than i expected i’m so sorry i swear i’m done now peace out

(these gifs are not mine and i give credit to the makers of them… from my grave)

Wedding and pop-corn - Batmom x Batfamily

So I decided to combine those two requests, because they’re very similar, and it’s not my thing to write two stories that are basically the same thing :-). So here for Batmom and Bruce’s wedding and all of that ! IT’S SUPER LONG SORRY !! It’s been a while since I wrote such a long fic…I just didn’t wanna make two parts… Hope you’ll like it

(My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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-ENOUGH IS ENOUGH ! 

The angry (or rather, annoyed), loud and deep voice of their father stop them all right in their track. It isn’t often your Bruce raises his voice like so, but sometimes, your boys just push him too far. 

Like right now. 

You were all in the biggest living room in Wayne’s Manor, enjoying some family time for the first time in ages ! It was rare that you could hang out altogether outside of the Batcave…

But things weren’t going like you wanted them to go. 

************

You had wished to spent some times with your sons, husband and the man you came to consider your father, Alfred. Watching movies, eating junk food, drinking too much coffee and soda…It started out so well. 

You guys were all sitting in a gigantic couch, with tons of things to eat and drink, and a movie to put on…Unfortunately, said movie was Dick’s favorite, and the young man seemed unable stop himself from saying every lines in the movie before they actually happened. 

You and Bruce were used to him doing that, as he’s been doing it since he arrived first in the house, when he was barely eight years old. The first time he said a line before a character would say it, he looked at you two worriedly, afraid to be annoying…And of course it was annoying, but he was so damn cute, that you let him do it. And some things never change. Even though he was know a almost a man, you still let him do it, because to you, he was still your baby boy, and he was still as cute as ever. 

Jason never cared either, because usually, when it was movie night, it meant cuddling against you or one of his brothers (rarely against Bruce, because of stupid pride), and he’d never admit it, but he didn’t care one bit about the movies you’d all watch, as long as he was with his family. Oh yes, of course he’d never admit it, it’d ruin his “tough guy reputation”.

Tim would usually doze off on your shoulder, or if your shoulder was taken by one of your siblings (only one shoulder available unfortunately, the other one was always automatically reserved for his father), then he’d fall asleep on one of them instead. The poor boy always had so much trouble sleeping, than when there were truly calm moments, like your movie nights, he just couldn’t stay awake. 

But Damian…Oh Damian hated Dick’s habit. And apparently, this evening, he was grumpier than usual, not even twenty minutes into the movie and he started to argue with his older brother about him “having to shut up because he’d like to enjoy the damn movie !”. Of course, because Dick loved the way Damian would get all worked up about something that silly (even though it really was annoying), he did it even louder. 

This sprout Damian lunging at Dick and yelling at him to be silent…the commotion he made woke Tim up, and when Tim got woken up from one of his rare peaceful sleep, he wasn’t in a good mood. So out of annoyance, he elbowed Damian in the ribs with a groan. 

It so happened that that particularly night, it was Jason’s turn to snuggle against you, and the fight their brother were starting made you straighten up to see what was happening, dislodging him from against you…And it wasn’t fair. it was his turn to be with his mommy (oh God he wished to everything he held holy that no one would ever know what he was thinking just now), and they were ruining it !  

All Hell broke loose as your four boys started to yell, kick, slap, damn even BITE each other ! All the while Dick kept saying the lines from the movie before it happened, as he was dodging punches and such. 

It lasted about thirty seconds before Bruce got genuinely angry that his sons were ruining one of their only family moments of the month ! It was so difficult to gather everyone together, and they were messing everything up ! 

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Vegas Baby

A/N: This is for the One Prompt For All Dean Challenge, hosted by the lovely Beka @impala-dreamer This challenge was great, and I’ve been so excited to post this. The prompt is the very first line of the fic. I hope you all like it - and I’d love to hear what you thought, so if you care to drop me a line… I’m curious. :-)

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, language, implied smut, unexpected pregnancy, talk of abortion, vomiting, implied canon-typical violence, and I hope I didn’t forget anything.

Word count: ~2700


“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to kill me.”

You flushed the toilet, refusing to see the breakfast you had just thrown up.

“Who’s trying to kill you Y/N?”

Your kid is, you thought as you rested your head back against the tub and wiped your mouth on the nearest towel.

“What did you say?”

You whipped your head around, meeting Dean’s eyes in the mirror as you frantically tried to think if you really said it out loud. But his eyes were more amused than alarmed, so you mustn’t have. What a relief.

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Bts | Reaction | Protection

[ that’s honestly so adorable ^^ here ya go, hope you enjoy it !! thanks so much for requesting !! :) ]

Seokjin 

➸ It was late at night when Jin felt the pressure against his side. It was if something were pushing him, or trying to grab his attention. He tried ignoring it, only for the force to become harder - concluding that he wasn’t dreaming and that whoever it was, wasn’t going to let him go back to sleep. Groaning softly, he sits up with squinted eyes, them adjusting to the darkness and finally onto you - hunched over in fear with wide and guilty eyes. Seeing your expression seemed to knock the sleep right out of him, as he sat up, giving you his full attention. 

“What’s wrong, jagi? Did you have a nightmare?” 

You shook your head, playing with the hem of his shirt. “I…I have to…”

“What is it?” 

He couldn’t see it, but he knew you were blushing from embarrassment as your refused to look him in the eye. It wasn’t until he noticed how tightly you were squeezing your thighs together that he had to put two and two together. Jin chuckles softly as he rubs a warm hand over your leg, allowing you to relax - now that you were sure he wasn’t upset that you woke him up. 

“Y/n, do you want me to walk you to the bathroom, again?” Nodding your head, you quietly apologized for it being the sixth time that week you woke him up to walk you to the bathroom; it made you feel so immature. “Baby, there’s nothing to be sorry for. We all have our fears. Yours, unfortunately, happened to be the dark and our bathroom just happened to be down the hall. So, no need to be sorry, okay?” 

He leaned forward to place a tired kiss on your forehead, bringing a small smile to your burning face. “Thank you,” you would sigh in relief that he didn’t reprimand you about your fear. 

“Now, let’s go empty that bladder of yours.” He suddenly cringed. “Forget I said that - that sounded a lot cuter in my head.” 

Yoongi 

➸ You laid in the bed, wide awake, contemplating your next move. It was currently 2:47 AM, your had to pee really bad, but it was also pitch black in your room. Mentally cursing your childhood fear of the dark never going away, you were stuck with two options. The only problem was that one of those options involved waking Yoongi up. Which, from experience, didn’t always end up being pretty. He was very persistent in his sleeping, always letting you know how important it was to him - and you understood completely. 

But right now, you were desperate and ready to burst. 

It was fine until you suddenly started feeling as if you could no longer hold it, and the squirming had begun. You couldn’t help it, holding in the urge to pee was just pure torture, it nearly driving you to tears; you were in a major dilemma.  Suddenly, a hand gripped one of your squirming legs rough enough to the point you almost peed yourself right then and there. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” The sound of his gruff morning voice sent chills down your spine.     He’s awake. 

“I…I have to pee…” 

“Then fucking go pee, Y/n…” 

“I-I..I can’t…” 

He sighs loudly, sitting up in the bed. Turning on the lamp on his side, Yoongi stares at you with hooded eyes. The sight of his hair being all over the place would have made you laugh any other day, but right now he looked a little pissed - so laughing wasn’t even thought of.  “Why not?” 

You sat in silence for only a few seconds, fiddling with your fingers, while avoiding eye contact. There was no way you could just admit your fear and have him walk you to the bathroom - that’s just embarrassing, especially at your age. Yoongi sighs once again, tilting his head until it rested on his shoulder, his eyes closing slowly. 

“Sweetheart, just spit it out, so we can both go back to sleep, please?” 

“ImafraidofthedarkandIneedyoutowalkmetothebathroom!” 

His eyes reopened at how fast you actually spat it out. Blinking a couple of times, his brain finally process what you said. “Is that all?” 

Shocked that he took your confession so well, probably from being barely awake, you nodded. Sighing for the third time, Yoongi sluggishly got out from under the covers, heading for the door. He turned his head backward once he realized you were still in the bed, raising an eyebrow while holding out his hand. 

“Come on, you big baby~” 

Namjoon

 He woke up to whispers in his ear. Scrunching his eyebrows in confusion, he grumbled lowly at the feeling of his ear being tickled by whoever the voice belonged to. It wasn’t until the whispered turned into normal volume, and dragged him from his dreams and back to reality. Opening his eyes reluctantly, they immediately set on you as you hovered over his figure, with your hands caging his head in. Namjoon stared up at you for a moment - as if he wasn’t sure if you were real or not. 

“Joonie, will you walk with me to the bathroom?” 

Now he knew he was dreaming. There was no way that you would be hovering over him in this position - better yet, waking him up in the middle of the night - just so he could take you to the bathroom, instead of funny business. It wasn’t until you gripped his shoulders and started shaking him, while whining softly in desperation. 

“Please, Namjoon-ah, it’s really dark down the hall - and I can’t go by myself! What if something grabs me?! What if there’s a killer just waiting for me in the dark abyss, ready to stab me?!” 

“So you want me to go with you so I can get stabbed for you?” 

“Namjoon!” 

“Alright, alright, I’m up. Calm down, I will walk you to the bathroom.” Sitting up to stretch, he pats your head after he yawns. “You’re lucky I love you, because if you were one of the boys, they wouldn’t have to worry about some killer stabbing them - I’d do it for him.” 

Hoseok 

 Hoseok had just found the perfect position to sleep in, sighing deeply that he could now finally drift into dreamland, after tossing and turning all night. Right when he crossed the line between awareness and unawareness, you started to gently poke him on his back, making his muscles clench up in surprise. Rolling over to face you, he almost choked you when you asked a ridiculous question. 

“Did I wake you?” 

Obviously. But he bit back the sarcastic reply and replaced it with a more sweeter one. From the look on your face, it was what you needed at the moment. “No, no, I was awake. Just laying here, trying to get comfortable. Why, what’s going on?” 

“Okay, you’re gonna think I’m stupid for asking this…” 

“I would never, no matter what the circumstance, jagi. I am your hope, your angel, you can ask me anything.” 

You sighed. “Promise you won’t laugh?” 

Hoseok sits up, doing the absolute most by actually crossing his heart and zipping his mouth shut. Now giving you his full attention, you inhaled a deep breath. 

“I’m terrified of the dark, have been ever since I was little, and I…I need you to walk with me so I can use the bathroom…” 

Now, he knew that he promised he wouldn’t laugh. But, he never promised that he wouldn’t coo at how adorable you were at that very moment in his eyes. Squishing your cheeks while making kissy faces at you, Hoseok couldn’t contain how cute you were being. 

“Aw, my poor widdle baby, of course I’ll escort you to the bathroom. You sweet little princess, you~” Placing tiny pecks on every aspect of your face, you couldn’t help but to chuckle slightly at his sudden shower of affection. But, hey, this was Hoseok. What did you expect? 

“I think it would’ve been better if you had just laughed, Hobi…”

“Oh, hush, you love it. Now, TO THE BATHROOM.” 

Jimin 

 He had passed out after attempting to sit through a horror movie with you. It’s not that it wasn’t scary, Jimin was just exhausted from practice that once he got comfortable on the couch - he could barely keep his eyes open. That sadly left you to suffer through the movie by yourself. Unfortunately, toward the end of it, you had to go to the bathroom.  Looking around the living area, you whimpered as you saw that he had turned all the lights out before the movie started, leaving the tv to be your only light source. 

After witnessing death on the television, getting up from the safety of your boyfriend was the last thing you wanted to do. But, you really had to go pee, and sitting there hoping the feeling would go away was out of the question. Sighing heavily, you looked over you sleeping boyfriend, hating that you had to wake him up from his peaceful slumber. But, it was now or never; at least you could wake him up gently. 

Leaning closer to him, you place soft kisses on the side of face, while rubbing a hand up and down his chest slowly. That seemed to get him to stir a little bit, as his eyes fluttered open not too long after. Looking around for a bit, a little disoriented, he realized where he was and who woke him up. Smiling softly at you, he leaned in as well to return the sweet gesture. 

“Sorry, I must have dozed off…guess I missed the whole mov-”

“It’s fine. Uh, but you can make it up to me some other way.”

Taking that suggestion the wrong way pretty fast, his content smile melted into a grin in no time, as his hands slowly trailed to the inside of your shirt - all the while, gently pushing you backward to lay on the couch. You quickly stopped him by shaking your head, your hands placed firmly on his chest. 

“No, no, no, not like that. I mean you could…I don’t know, possibly, maybe…come with me to the bathroom? I have to pee really badly, and after watching this movie, and it being dark as shit, I don’t want to walk by myself.” 

As Jimin hovered above you, he couldn’t help but to laugh at the situation. That was not where he thought this was going. “Don’t tell me the fearless Y/n L/n is afraid of the dark~” 

“I never said I was fearless! And so what if I am…there’s no harm in being afraid of what you can’t see in.” 

“Jagi, that’s so cute~! Okay, I’ll walk you to the bathroom - but what shall be my reward afterwards?” His grin returns, lips going to work on your jaw - slowly trailing down to your neck. Playfully rolling your eyes, you push him back once more, almost letting out a chuckle when he whined in protest.  

“Bladder first, dirty tango later.” 

Quickly jumping up from the couch, he grabs your arm to hurriedly throw you over his shoulder, practically sprinting through the darkness toward the bathroom. 

“Tonight, we shall dance!” 

Taehyung 

“Tae. Taehyung, please wake up, this is an emergency..!” 

He groaned once it finally registered that you were trying to shake him awake. Scrunching his face in annoyance, he merely pulled you to lay back down as he slowly started to roll on top of you - just to make sure you wouldn’t wake him again.   He was mistaken. 

“Tae, please get off, holding it in is hard enough! I don’t need you pressing on my bladder, too!” Now you were beating on his back, tugging on his shirt, while wiggling from side to side. It was apparent that you weren’t going to let him fall back to sleep at this rate, so he decided to finally give in and open his eyes. 

Still not rising up from laying on you, he lifted his head to where he could glare at you through the darkness. “Okay. I’m awake. What is the matter?” 

“I have to pee really bad, but it’s dark and I can’t see a thing, and the bathroom is so far away and I’m afraid to go by myself. And now, you’re currently putting pressure on my stomach, making it 10x harder for me to hold it in, so would you please get off and take me to the bathroom?” 

Taehyung held a straight face for a short minute and a half, until a shit-eating smirk spread wide across his face. 

“You need me to protect you, Y/n?” 

“Tae, don’t make this weird, please…this is embarrassing enough…” You shrunk underneath him, trying to avoid eye contact, but he wasn’t having it as he gripped your jaw - directing your attention back to him. 

“I’ll keep the big, bad monsters away, babygirl~ You came to the right oppa, I shall guide you through the night - among many other nights to come - and keep you from ever fearing the-”

“Baby, that’s nice and all, but unless you want me to piss myself right at this very moment, I suggest you start guiding me asap.” 

“Good idea.” 

Jungkook 

 “You want me to what…?” 

It was almost midnight when you decided to wake Jungkook up, cuddled up to his chest as you muttered into his shirt. The first time you spoke, it wasn’t even above a whisper, now you were replying with your face buried in his chest. Lifting up, while taking you with him, he made you straddling his waist so he could finally understand what you were trying to say. 

“[Sigh] I said…can you please walk me to the bathroom?”  

“But you know where the bathroom is…” He croaked, rubbing his eyes. Jungkook didn’t understand what you needed him for, when you would go to the bathroom just fine in the daytime without his help. But, that was just it. 

It wasn’t daytime anymore. 

“I know it’s just…dark. And I…I’m…” 

This was definitely new to him. Never in his life did he think that his girlfriend would wake him in the middle of the night, just so he could walk her to the bathroom. But, that idea alone made you special. And the fact that you trusted him to protect you - filled him with a warm, fuzzy feeling inside. Leaning up to peck you lips, he smiles softly. 

“Want me to buy a night light?” 

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What Happens In Vegas...

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Smut, fighting, smut, rough smut, Sub!Dean, Dom!Dean (sorta), Dom!Reader, Sub!Reader, gambling, smut, use of sex toy, smut, oh…did I mention smut?

Word Count: 3819

A/N: This was written for @avasmommy224 birthday smut challenge. My prompt is in bold and please forgive me for this lol I had an idea so out of my comfort zone and ran with it. Please leave feedback! it is welcome and appreciated

There will be a part 2 later today!!!! Maybe even a part 3 in the future!

You love your job, plain and simple. You were probably one of the few people who had the pleasure of saying that but it was true. Sometimes things got a little heated but you were more than equipped to handle just about any situation tossed your way. You had just dealt the halfway mark of the current blackjack game at the casino you worked at. It was a table full of testosterone to say the least. One guy is burly with tattoo sleeves down both arms, definitely someone to steer clear of in any kind of hostile situation, the next is a bit smaller than him and drop-dead gorgeous. He’s slightly built and has the most stunning green eyes you have ever seen and every now and then you catch those eyes travelling up and down your physique; what’s visible due to the waist high blackjack table that is. You catch yourself having to fight a smile back every now and then whenever he looks up at you and sends you a flirty wink or two. Casino rules and expectations can be very tricky and the wrong hand gesture or facial expression can throw up red flags, cheating was severely frowned upon and anyone was a suspect.

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Bat Family on Things My Family has said

Jason: you know, I was listening to this thing last night. They were talking about these bullets made of salt that you can shoot from a gun to kill flies, and that they won’t wreck the walls.

Tim: *raises a brow* Jason, no, just no. That was a dream.

Jason: but how cool would that be though?

Tim: it was a dream Jason, a dream.

—–

Jason: I hate those kinds of SUV’s *points off to the vehicle in the Wayne Enterprises parking lot*

Dick: Alfred used to drive that exact same model, you loved it, all the space and the cup holders and the ultra recline seats

Jason: *sighs* fine, I hate the person who drives it

Dick: what, did they look at you wrong?

Jason: no! They backed out without looking!

Dick: did they almost hit you then?

Jason: it was the sheer ignorance of not shoulder checking that got me

—–

Bruce: *calls Dick*

[Dick picks up]

Bruce: look at this mother fucker, who the fuck does he think he is!

Dick: hi, um Bruce?

Bruce: hello? I said hi

Dick: okay, and I did too

Bruce: oh

Bruce: I need you to pick Damian up from school, I’m sure he’s loosing his shit cause he hasn’t showered from after football practice and he’s got this event to go to

Dick: what? I thought you were picking him up

Bruce: yah, well, I’m stuck in traffic. Get off your ass now and pick your brother up

Dick: geez I’m off my ass

Bruce: get up and go!!

Dick: I AM!!

—–

Jason: why can’t this work! *slams lap top shut and throws arms in the air*

Tim: what’s not working?

Jason: my email, it’s not connecting with my laptop!

Tim: well, what did you expect when you got hotmail?

—–

*kids tasked to pick loose rocks from the Wayne manor yard*

Damian: hold the bucket Dick, I’m gonna do a swish!

Dick: *lifts bucket to catch rock* I believe in you Damian!

Bruce: *from the porch with a coffee in hand and eye bags the colour of tar* STOP MAKING WORK A GAME!!! PICKING ROCKS BUILDS CHARACTER, FUN DOES NOT!!

Damian: fun sucker!

Bruce: or you can pick all the rocks up by yourself

The signs as stuff people in my creative writing class have said
  • Aries: "God bless A-FUCKING-merica."
  • Taurus: "Turn off the music, Mae, we're trying to pray to Steve Bushemi."
  • Gemini: "Hey, here's a new rule: shut up."
  • Cancer: "I'm gonna go rescue that bird."
  • Leo: "I'm always a slut for being a slut."
  • Virgo: "No swearing in my classroom."
  • Libra: "Marshall is triggered by pasta."
  • Scorpio: "Who else likes to sodomize Jesus?"
  • Sagittarius: "How am I going to get into the NFL now?"
  • Capricorn: "I HATE 13th century France."
  • Aquarius: "Don't kinkshame Emily Dickinson; she's not here to defend herself."
  • Pisces: "We can't scream while Sarah's here."