oh my god just shut your face

things said to or by my siblings:
  • “They break your heart, I break their face. Simple as that.”
  • “Trust me, I know people.”
  • “I’m hugging you, shut up.”
  • “Oh my god are you hugging me?”
  • “Stop doing that it’s creepy.”
  • “I tolerate you.”
  • “See this is why we can’t have nice things.”
  • “Ok but look, sometimes he gets off in his own little world all alone where he doesn’t care about anyone else. You don’t wanna be like that. No one likes that person.”
  • “If you do that again I’m hitting you…”
  • “So you’re telling me that…. You didn’t eat this because you thought it was mine, and I didn’t eat it thinking it was yours… Oh I’m eating this now.”
  • “Get out of my head please.”
  • “W h a t are you wearing?”
  • “Is that my shirt? That’s my shirt isn’t it….”
  • “No you can’t have my pants, I need them.”
  • “Eh, just go grab something from the closet and you’ll be fine.”
  • “I need you to dress me today.”
  • “I’m wearing your shirt. It’s mine now.”
  • “Would you stop taking my clothes with out asking?!”
  • “Oh hey I was looking for that…”
dunkirk || part two

(part one)

y/n’s always been there for harry, so why does he want to take little miss kendall jenner as his date for dunkirk’s premier? 


“What the hell just happened?” Harry scoffed, glaring at the front door you had just slammed shut after storming out, claiming you needed some ‘fresh air’. “Remind me never to bring up Kendall around Y/N ever again.” He joked, the smile dropping on his face when he noted the boys’ stoic expressions. “Wha’? Are you guys mad at me too??” 

“Oh my god, I just remembered. How could we be so stupid??” Liam gasped lightly, his eyes widening as he looked over at Niall. His memory was a bit fuzzy, but Liam did recall you accidentally blurting out your feelings for Harry. Of course, you had made him pinky-promise to keep it a secret, since you didn’t want to risk jeopardising your friendship with Harry. Liam was usually good at keeping secrets, but he had to tell Niall. And then Niall and to tell Louis - Heck, even Zayn knew! The only person who didn’t know was obviously Harry. 

“I t’ink she’s mad cos I took the last juice box t’is mornin’. I left her wit’ the orange juice when I knew she wanted t’e apple juice.” Niall muttered, slapping himself on the forehead gently. “Do ya t’ink a whole Costco sized container of juice boxes would make her happy?” 

“No, Niall, don’t you remember what I told you a couple months ago? About Y/N and her..” Liam trailed off, pointing to Harry very subtly. 

“Oh, right!” Niall’s eyes lit up as he sat up straighter before letting out a breath. “T’ank god I didn’t do anyt’ing wrong. It breaks my heart when Y/N’s upset.” He laughed lightly, looking over at a very confused Harry. 

“I literally have no idea wha’ you guys are talking about, but I’m pretty sure I haven’t done anything wrong. And let’s be honest, she’s probably a little miffed about that last juice box, Niall.” Harry leaned back against the couch after picking his phone back up. “I know Y/N. She’ll cool off in a couple hours, we jus’ have to leave her alone, s’all.” He shrugged casually, the rest of the boys staring at him in astonishment. How could Harry not know why you were upset? Was he really that oblivious? 

“Do you really think Y/N would be that petty to get so explosive over a fuckin’ juice box?” Louis furrowed his brows, raising his hands in surrender when Harry did nothing but nod confidently. “Alright, then. You do you.” 

“Stupid Harry. Stupid Harry and his stupid war movie.” You grumbled to yourself, sucking up the remainder of your juice before angrily tossing it into the bin. “I’m taking her as my date, he says. Didn’t even get a thank you for ironing his dumb costume. Should’ve tossed the costume into the ocean when I had the chance.”

Life just wasn’t on your side. You had always been there for Harry, supporting him with whatever decision he made. He wanted to wear that floral suit to the AMA’s, fine! You were the one who picked it up for him. He wanted to chop all his hair off for charity (and for the movie, obviously), of course! You were the one who physically cut his hair, and you even dropped it off at the charity itself. You helped him during outfit changes for his Another Man shoot. But no, you didn’t get anything in return. You weren’t even invited to go on that damn yacht. All you were in Harry’s eyes was his little assistant - Could you even call yourself his best friend anymore? Probably not! People were always calling you up because they thought you were a representative for Harry. 

“You’re not all that, Harry Styles.” You muttered, rubbing your hands together for warmth before shoving them into the pockets of your coat. (It was Harry’s coat. You liked wearing his clothes.) What were you even doing with your life? Your days including running all over town to do things for Harry, and you weren’t even getting paid for it. Harry had just been taking advantage of you right under your nose, and you thought he was taking you to all these things and asking you for all these favours because you were his best friend. The sudden feeling of your phone buzzing in your pocket snapped you out of your thoughts, making you stop in the middle of the street. You took your phone out and walked into an empty alleyway, your brows knitting together at the sight of none other than Harry himself calling you. 

“Y/N? Where the hell are you, love? It’s nearly 10.” You told yourself to stay calm when you heard Harry’s voice from the other end of the phone. You raised your wrist to glance at your watch. 

“You took four hours to call me and check to see where I went?” You asked in an unimpressed tone. You could practically see Harry trying to come up with an excuse as to why he didn’t call earlier. There was a moment of silence before Harry cleared his throat and spoke up again. 

“I figured I’d give you a little alone time to blow some steam off.” 

“Oh? Blow some steam off? And what makes you think I have steam to blow off?” You scoffed, raising your free hand to make air quote gestures. 

“Cos you were clearly upset when you left. Niall said he’d replace your damn juice boxes, Y/N. You don’ have to be so immature about it.” Now you were the one in shock. He thought you were upset over.. juice boxes? 

“You- what? You think I’m- Can you give me another reason as to why I could be upset right now? Because I think I’m over the juice boxes.” You scoffed, hearing Harry let out a small groan of frustration. 

“Can yeh just come back? We can talk about this.” 

“There’s no need to talk, Harry. You, out of all people, should know why I’m upset.” 

“Well, I don’t know why! You’re going to have t’ help me figure out why you’re upset!” Harry’s voice became a little more gruff at this point. 

“I shouldn’t need to help you!” You snapped, clenching your fist so tightly you could feel your nails digging into the flesh of your palm. “I’m just so.. Sick of you!” Again, nothing but silence. 

“You’re sick of me?! I’m sick of you! You’ve been so moody and childish lately!” Harry growled, cursing quietly to himself. 

“Maybe I wouldn’t be moody or childish if you could just figure out what you’ve done wrong!” You gasped, a little offended by his words. “God, I don’t even wanna talk to you right now! I was in a decent mood, and I was actually alone with my own thoughts until you call-”

“You know what? If you’re going t’ keep acting this way - jus’ don’ even bother coming home, then! You always think I need you around, but guess what? I don’t! I don’t need you!”

Your heart pounded wildly in your chest, a lump beginning to grow in your throat. How could he say something like that? “You don’t need me around?” All you could hear was the heavy breathing of Harry on the other end. 

Y/N-” You didn’t give Harry a chance to explain himself before you hung up and shoved your phone back into your pocket. 

He didn’t need you around anymore? Fine. If that’s what Harry wanted, that’s what he’d get. 




Imagine Sam reading texts from your ex-boyfriend. 

“Baby.” Sam hollers from the living room.

“Yeah?” You respond good-naturedly, plucking a piece of hot popcorn from the bowl and nudging the microwave door shut.

“Who’s Nick Ellis?” You hesitate, confused to hear the name but more confused that Sam’s the one asking you.

“He’s just some guy I dated a long time ago.” You round the corner, to the sight of Sam holding your cell phone. “Why?”

“Because he’s texting you…” Sam’s face puckers are he reads aloud the message scrolling across your lock screen. He’s not happy.  “Hey babe, thinking about the Vegas trip and that thing we did in the elevator.”

“Oh my God.” You squeal, mortified. You drop the popcorn on the end table and grab for your phone. He yanks his arm back, making sure it’s out of reach. “Sam, give it to me.”

“Oh look, another message.” He stands tall, holding you back from his other arm as you twist against him. “I bet you’re still that wild girl. Miss that ass. Call me.” Sam raises his eyebrows, thoroughly unamused.

Of all the people to text out of the blue, it had to be Nick. What a loser. You really knew how to pick ‘em.

“Stop!” You plead, your face turning a bright shade of pink. Sam clucks his jaw and relinquishes the phone, his eyes narrowing. “I was twenty-two and he was an idiot….this is so embarrassing.”

“Sounds like Nick is reliving a few memories.” He stands solid, waiting for a response. Sam isn’t normally the jealous type, but there’s something about those messages that raises his hackles. As far as he’s concerned there’s only one guy who gets to think about your ass: him.

“I haven’t heard from him in years, I can’t believe he still has my number. We were kids.” You hesitantly look at Sam, suddenly sweating. “Here, I’ll tell him to get lost”

You feel Sam watch you text with clammy hands: Happily taken. Please don’t contact me again.

“You wanna tell me about the elevator?” Sam asks, a hint of mischief peaking from behind his eyes.

“Definitely not.” You huff as he reaches out and pulls you into his arms, a hand slipping down your back to grab a butt cheek.

“You wanna show me?”

♥ just ocd things ♥
  • not being able to explain why you need someone to do something, getting really angry about it, and then realising an hour later it was just your fucked up brain
  • people constantly teasing you for getting fixated on one little thing and then dangling said thing in your face just to wind you up
  • let mental/physical clutter pile up around you because you know once you start you won’t be able to stop but the fact it’s there stresses you out even more and before you know it you’re a sobbing, hyperventilating mess
  • people thinking ocd is just germophobia and that it’s all about cleanliness
  • keeping your mouth shut when people say “oh my god i’m so ocd”
  • keeping your mouth shut when people say “shouldn’t it be called cdo lolololol” like no because then it would be called compulsive disorder obsessive and that’s just fucking annoying stfu
  • constant invalidation
  • losing all your friends :):):)
  • giving into the most stupid of compulsions because you are far too exhausted for a panic attack
  • intrusive thoughts
  • “we’re all a little bit ocd”
  • getting really stressed when people say you’re ocd nope you’re not ocd you HAVE ocd (unless the actual disorder itself is reading this in which case i’m terribly sorry also fuck you)
  • the big bang theory turning the very thing that makes your life a living hell into a running gag lmao he has to knock three times it’s SO FUNNY
  • “why are you so stressed all the time? just chill out man”
  • constant invalidation
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Originally posted by ktempted


“Junhong, you look so cute! Oh my god, I’m dying, this is precious.”

Junhong rolled his eyes and snatched the flower crown from his head. “Shut up,” he huffed as he unzipped his jacket and tossed it onto the back of a chair, “I’m not cute.”

“You’re so cute. Just accept your fate. I’ve accepted mine. Us baby-faced kids have to stick together, you know?” you retorted as you stood from your spot on the couch and crossed the room to grab his damp jacket. “Besides, being cute isn’t a bad thing. It’s easier to get your way when you’re cute.”

“Ugh,” he groaned as he fell onto your couch, “quit calling me cute! I’ll fight you. Just because you’re ant sized doesn’t mean I won’t.”

“Please, Junhong, fight me. I might be a good foot shorter than you but I can so take you.”

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  • me a gay: *stands in public*
  • a hetero: OH MY GOD. No one cares about your sexuality. just shut up.
  • a hetero: I GET IT YOU AREN'T STRAIGHT. But you don't have to rub it in my face.
  • a hetero: I really don't care just stop doing it.
  • a hetero: It's so annoying! no one cares
  • a hetero: *tears up* i just don't care.
  • a hetero: *visibly upset and crying* no one cares

Prompt:  “I’m trying to take a stalker picture of you to explain how attractive you are to my friend but oh shit I didn’t realize that flash was on!???!!”

(from @abeautifullanguage)

“Oh my god,” you murmured as your eyes followed a tall frame of a man as he walked past the table you were sitting at. When you realised that your mouth was open, you quickly clamped it shut and averted you eyes from him. 

You had never seen him before and you knew every face on campus. It may be a creepy special talent, but you used it to your advantage. 

Even though you appeared to be intently reading whatever was on the screen of you laptop, your eyes were watching the man just over the rim of your laptop. He sat down a couple of feet away from you, took out his own laptop and waited until it started up. 

A waitress approached him, asked him what he wanted to eat or drink and was gone in just a couple of seconds. Whatever he was doing here, he had everything planned out. His moves were like they were rehearsed. Or maybe, he’d just been in college cafeteria’s for too many times?

Whatever it was, one thing you were sure of: that man was smoking! And you needed to let your best friend, who happened to be late, know what she was missing. Slowly, you took your phone out of your bag and held the lens out, facing him. Without watching the screen, your finger tapped the button to take a quick pic. 

The whole cafeteria lit up with a flash, catching the man’s attention.Your eyes widened and your cheeks turned bright pink. Quickly, you lowered your phone and turned back to your laptop, pretending to be typing like you were running out of time. 

You hoped to god he hadn’t seen that it was your phone that flashed when you decided to be a stalker and take a sneaky pic of a total stranger. Sure, he was a hot stranger, but still.Suddenly, you felt a presense next to you. 

Oh hell no.

“Hi,” slowly, you turned to look up at the man who was now sitting next to you. His hazel eyes shone with amusement, his lips pressed together in a smile. You opened your mouth to say something, but only a sigh came out,

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know my flash was on. Screw that, I shouldn’t have taken a picture of you in the first place! I mean, how creepy is that? Like, I wouldn’t blame you if you decided to sue me for invasion of privacy or something. I don’t know, I’m not a law student,” you smiled awkwardly and threw your hair over your shoulder. You could feel your cheeks burning, so you looked down at the ground.

“It’s alright,” the man laughed quietly, making you look up with wide eyes, 

“I’m Sam,” he held his hand out for you. Slowly, you took it, 

“I’m Y/n, a history major,” you laughed and he soon joined in.

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Getting your period (Bokuto + fem s/o)

You get your period while staying over at your boyfriend, Bokuto’s place.

___-chan? Babe? Sweetheart.” You frowned a bit at the feeling of your shoulder being shook. 

“Mmmm.” You buried your face further in your pillow, not wanting to deal with your hyper-active boyfriend. 

“Baby, um, I think that time of the month came while you were asleep.” And at that moment, your eyes sprung open. You looked at your boyfriend’s slightly blushed face and then down on the sheets beneath you. Your boyfriend’s perfectly blue plaid sheets has now been stained with red. You surprised him when you shot up from the bed and sprinted to the bathroom. You shut the door behind you and just stood there, embarrassed. 

“Oh my god.” You sighed to yourself as you sat down on the toilet, covering your face with your hands. You felt so embarrassed, you weren’t sure how you would face your boyfriend after this. You two had only been dating for over a month, so you didn’t think you would have to deal with an accident like this already. 

How am I supposed to get out of this bathroom? Did I even bring any tampons? I thought my period wasn’t coming till next week? 

Your thoughts were interrupted by a light knock on the door. 

“___? A-are you okay?” Somehow you knew he was scratching his head and fumbling with his fingers. 

“Yeah, I’m fine, just embarrassed.” You admitted. 

“Don’t be embarrassed, ___-chan. I completely understand.”

“But I ruined your sheets.” You felt tears coming, partly from actually ruining his sheets, but also because you could feel the cramps coming.

“Baby, don’t worry about the sheets, I don’t care about those, I care about you.” Now you actually felt a tear roll down your cheek.

“Do you need anything?” 

“I need a tampon. Could you please hand me my bag? I think I have some in there.” You sat there feeling like the luckiest girl in the world to have him as your boyfriend. You were smiling at your self, probably looking like a fool.

“Can I come in?” He knocked once more, after a few moments.

You looked at your state, and your eyes widen. He’s about to see you like this. You swallowed hard, feeling like you had no choice.

“Yeah, you can come in.” You bit your lip and just waited for this to get over with.

But when Bokuto opened the door, he had one hand holding your bag and the other over his eyes. He was holding out the bag in front of him, and you took it from him.

“Um, I figured you wouldn’t want me to see, so I covered my eyes.” He quickly explained.

“Yes, thank you, Bokuto, you’re the best.” You let out a relieved sigh.

You watched as his mouth formed a grin before exiting the bathroom. 

You opened your bag to grab a tampon from your emergency pouch, but the first thing you saw was one of your boyfriend’s boxers and his sweatpants. You felt your heart flutter, and you bit your lip to try and not smile too big. You quickly changed and cleaned yourself up before exiting the bathroom. When you got out, you could see that he already changed his sheets and he was now in front of his t.v, setting up a movie. 

“___! Are you feeling okay? Did you get the boxers in the bag?” He ran up to you, running his hands up and down your arm.

“Yes, Bokuto, I got your striped boxers.” You smiled, getting on the tips of your toes to give him a kiss on the lips. You felt him smile into the kiss as he cupped your cheeks.

“I have your favourite movie set up! And I wasn’t sure if you wanted pizza for breakfast so I waited for you to come out before ordering.” His eyes lit up and he took your hand and guided you to the freshly made bed. 

“I think pizza for breakfast sounds amazing right now.” You laid down on the bed while he turned on the movie and grabbed his phone. You held out your arms to him, signaling him to cuddle with you. He happily obliged, allowing you to wrap yourself around him. You took his hand in yours, planting chaste kisses on it. 

“I love you, Bokuto.” You finally rested your head against his chest, and you feel him give you a kiss on the top of your head.

“I love you too, ___-san.”

you quite so new

Septiplier morning after fluff that can take place in au or canon, up to you. oh god, idk I just wanted to write something happy and quippy with these two. my cat is judging me. he knows.

also on AO3.

“The best part of waking up, is Marky in your cup!“

Jack sleepily scowls at Mark. "The best part of waking up is closing the door in your face,” he says, and tries to slam the door shut, but Mark wedges his foot in before he can.

“Rude!” Mark points at him. “And also, just not comedically clever, man.”

“It’s seven in the mornin’,” Jack sighs as he drops face-down onto the hotel bed. “The Irish aren’t clever till noon at least.”

“Why noon?”

“I dunno!” Jack squints his eyes open at Mark, who appears showered and dressed and far, far too awake. “Just fuck off… please?”

“I can’t fuck off, Jack! I’m too excited!”

Jack groans and presses a pillow over his face, blocking out the sunlight and Mark’s even sunnier smile. Ugh. Smiling. What a disgusting thing to be doing at this hour.

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“You two are such nerds!”

IMAGINE: Wade teasing Peter when he farts in front of you.

You were walking around SHIELD headquarters, before you say two of your favorite masked superheroes. They were in a training room, and you noticed that they had their backs tuned too you A smile grew on your face, and you glided silently over to Wade and Peter. You got right next to their ears, your movements silent. “Hey guys!” you said suddenly, and there was a farting noise.

Wade’s head whipped over to look at Peter, and burst out laughing. You snorted, and even though Spidey had his mask on, you could tell he was blushing. “Oh my god, Parker! Did you seriously just do that? In front of a lady? In front of (Y/N)?” Wade teased, and you let out another snort.

“Shut up, Wilson!” Peter retorted, and the two of you laughed at his pathetic retort. “She just surprised me!” he complained, which made you laugh harder.

“Peter, you could have screamed, but you farted,” you giggled, and you flicked his shoulder. “And of course you were surprised, they don’t call me the Shadow for nothing!”

Wade laughed again, and Peter crossed his arms defensively. “What about your so called ‘spidey senses’?” Wade made air quotes, and you giggled.

“You two are horrible friends,” Peter huffed, and started to walk out of the room. “And you two are such nerds!”


A Very Hernst Valentine’s Day

“Oh my god, are you going to mope all night?” Hanschen snapped, slamming his laptop shut and glaring at his roommate, who had just let out his thousandth dramatic sigh before taking another swig of red wine from the bottle.

If looks could kill, Ernst would be dealing with a dead roommate in addition to his rapidly growing buzz.  “Yes,” he spat back, drinking more wine and making a face as he swallowed.

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Oh my god, imagine Bucky's reaction to Steve and TONY swapping bodies.

“Hey, Jesus,” Bucky says, and walks to Steve immediately. He grabs his face in his hands. “You okay? The fuck was –” 

“Barnes! Oh, God,” Steve says, his voice panicked. “No, oh God, Rogers, I told you –” 

“Shut the fuck up,” Stark says. “Stark, just shut your fucking mouth.” 

“I told you this would happen,” Steve hisses.

“What?” Bucky asks. 

“It’s me, Buck,” Stark says. He waves tiredly. “Hi. Steve. It’s Steve.” 

“Oh, Christ, what the fuck, man?” Bucky yelps, jerking his hands off Steve’s – Stark’s – face. Stark, in Steve’s body, rolls his eyes. 

“How the fuck did – oh my God,” Bucky says. He reaches out to Steve and then can’t do it. The goatee. Oh, Christ. “Oh God, I can’t.” He grabs Steve’s shoulders. Stark is so short. Bucky says, “Oh Jesus. Tell me this can be fixed. Please God tell me this can be fixed. Please, please, Jesus.” 

“We fixed it last week with the two of you,” Stark says. “We’ll fix it this time with us, primarily because I refuse to live and die in a body the size of a small Amazonian rainforest tree. I can’t see my feet, Rogers,” Stark says. He grabs Steve’s pecs with his hands. “Do you know that? I can’t see my feet past these!” 

“Get your hands off him,” Bucky snaps. 

“Get your hands off me!” Stark cries. 

“Buck, don’t touch me, it’s too weird,” Steve agrees. 

“This is the worst day of my life,” Bucky says. “That might sound like an exaggeration. It’s not.” 

Your life?” Stark demands. “This is the worst day of your life?” 

Okay, but just imagine Steve Trevor and Lois Lane as former army brat buddies 

Like, they met on a base in their teens and maybe Trevor dated her younger sister for like a few months back in the day and Lois just spent the entire time rolling her eyes at him like this guy is such a tool

And then 15 years later they still meet up occasionally and Steve always has a few shots too many and starts gushing about Diana and how beautiful and strong and capable she is, and oh my God he just wants to marry her on a mountaintop so bad, Lois, you don’t understand

And Lois just straight up laughs in his face until he starts grilling her about Big Blue, and also whatever happened to that Kansas colleague of yours you never shut up about, huh Lane? *eyebrow waggle*

And then maybe one Halloween Clark and Diana get caught up in league duties and so Lois and Steve ending up spending it together and gong to parties dressed up as each other’s significant others and constantly high-fiving 


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Have I made a post about this yet? I don’t think so. Anyway let me get this off my chest. Carpophobia is a real phobia and it is honestly the fucking worst phobia ever. At my school people fucking cut their wrist for NO REASON (I’ll discuss more of this later) and people will shove scissors against their wrists. I can’t get onto some cause they don’t know I have this fear but oh my God it fucking sucks. Then their are my so called “friends” that will shove their wrists in my face or put stuff up against them. One time a kid made fun of my phobia by putting a sharp broken can against his wrist and I curled up in a ball and just shut down. I am not kidding I just completely shut down. My face was red and I was extremely hot. Carpophobia isn’t a fucking joke, it’s not fucking hilarious and it feels like you guys are slowly killing me. I respect your phobias so you respect mine.
Carpophobia is not a joke.

A Date with Jensen Epilogue*

Note: teenwolflove09 requested a part with the baby, so I just made this short one shot to officially complete A Date with Jensen. Thank you so much! :) (Y/D/N is for your daughters name)

9 months later

You were sweating and breathing hard, and you held your eyes shut until you heard the cry.

“Congratulations, it’s a girl!” the doctor said, holding up your new daughter.

Jensen reached up and wiped a tear from his eye as you let yours run free. “Oh my god,” you whisper.

The doctors cleaned her up quickly, and handed her to you, you looked down at her pink face and smiled, stroking her cheek as she studied your face.

“Baby she’s beautiful, just like you,” Jensen said softly, kissing your forehead and then your daughter’s cheek.

“So, what will the name be?”

3 years later

Y/D/N ran towards you, her blonde pigtails bobbing along with her stride, and her green eyes gleamed as she smiled, “Mommy!”

You smiled wide as you caught her in your arms, “Hi baby! Mommy and Daddy missed you today! How was it with Auntie Gen?”

Y/D/N smiled and giggled, “Good! Tom and I played all day!”

You smiled and looked up to see Gen holding Tom, “They really did play all day! She was good, don’t worry” she said reassuringly.

You smiled with relief, picking up your daughter, “Thanks again, it’s been a while since J and I have spent some alone time together”

“No problem  sweetie,” she smiled around your shoulder as Jensen approached, “Hey J, you two have fun?”

He smiled and kissed Y/D/N, “Oh yeah, thanks again, I promise I’ll take Jared off your hands a little more now,” he said with a chuckle.

Gen laughed and you all said your goodbyes.

After getting back home you noticed Y/D/N had fallen asleep in her seat, and you smiled softly as you watched her sleep so peacefully.

Once she was in bed and tucked in, you crawled into your bed and snuggled next to Jensen. “Thanks for tonight J, I really needed it”

He smiled and kissed you, “You know…” he said, kissing you again, “the date doesn’t have to be over…” he kissed you again then kissed down your neck.

“Oh really?” you giggled with a knowing smirk and pulled him up to kiss you again. “I love you Jensen”

He smiled and kissed you once more, pulling his shirt off, “I love you two Y/N,” he hovered back over you and whispered, “Now lets make another baby.”

You laughed and pushed him over before straddling him and kissing his beautiful lips, falling into a blissful rhythm, and ending with an exhausted sleep wrapped in his strong arms.

Scenario: The Hobbit Cast on Easter
  • Bilbo: I burned the hot cross buns. I ruined Easter. Sorry.
  • Legolas: Why do I have to do the stupid ass spring cleaning? All the other kids are dying eggs and having fun!
  • Thranduil: Shut up, Legolas! Can't you just be grateful to have your health and my genes?? God.
  • Fili: Why is there mould on the Easter eggs, uncle?
  • Thorin: Oh yeah they're from the last decade. I couldn't afford any this year so just keep them, don't eat them.
  • Kili: Ugh. Couldn't you have mentioned that sooner?
  • Tauriel: *texts Kili* Should I search your trousers? I mean... you could have eggs hidden down there ;) xo
  • Bard: Bain, you go hide the eggs for you sisters. I'm too old for this shit.
  • Gandalf: Aw that's very sweet of you to paint your daughter's face on every egg! I'm sure Arwen would love these.
  • Elrond: That's not my daughter I'm painting, it's Lindir.
  • Dain: *steals everyone's eggs* lol dumbasses
  • Azog: *prays* I would not only like to thank Melkor but also Sauron for this feast. Thank you.

so some of my other finn/poe related observations after the 2nd time witnessing this absolute hell:

  •  gayyy
  • the fucking lip biting, fuck off poe, i hate you
  • they’re gaay
  • the music cues? especially at the hugging part? JJ, why do you want us to hold our breaths? what was your intention with that???
  • yeah, they’re gaaay for each other
  • “finn this, finn that, finn knows this, finn can do that”, omg poe, shut up, shut up, just shut the hell up please, we know your boyfriend is a big deal, okay?? god, please stop embarrassing yourself. jesus.
  • idk what else. oh, yeah, gayy.
  • oh, yeah, and finn’s face looks so smooth and soft, i’d just want to touch it. do u know who else would like to just touch it as well? poe dameron, that’s who.
Exo’s reaction to finding a mass amount of gifs/pictures of them on your computer

Suggested by spilledinkonmypaperheart


*gets interested immediately* 

“My face better be in 80% of these gifs.”


*tries to act like it’s completely normal, but fails.*

“Oh… oh god… this is my fault”


*Completely flattered when he finds your stash of Lay dance gifs*

“She really thinks I’m good.”


*has no shame*

“It’s totally fine I have my own stash of exo gifs as well. I mean don’t we all?”


*slowly shuts your laptop. Wishes he’d had just minded his own business and left your computer alone*

“I knew I was gonna regret this…”


*doesn’t see that the purpose of your gif stash was for your own stalkerish reasons*

“This means you love me right.”


*will return the favor and create a folder on his computer with your name on it and fill it with random stalker photos of you*


*gets embarrassed right away*

Ugh I can’t believe you have all of these awful pictures of me.” (you choose not to tell him that said photos are easily found on the internet)


*blushes furiously*

“Wow um thanks”


*Complete excitement*

“This means you get to stare at my face even when you’re trying to ignore me.”