oh my gosh i hate kids

Taken for Granted (pt 2)

A/N: I’ll go back to texts in the next part, it just didn’t fit with this part. Want part 3?? LET ME KNOW!

P.s. probably won’t be too active till like next week.

Part 1

You had always been close to the guys…well at least six of them. You had worked as an intern at BigHit when the guys were trainees and eventually debuted. However, you moved onto a bigger and better job, but still managed to stay good friends with the group. You somehow ended up at JYP in hopes of being a manager one day. But you were still one of their treasured friends, and they valued your input towards the group.

You don’t know when the feelings started. Well to be completely honest, you didn’t even realize you had these feelings for Namjoon. But what Hoseok said was true. You were always shy around him, but somehow making him happy became important to you. You noticed all the subtle things about him and studied him like a book unconsciously. Before you knew it, you knew all the things he loved and all the things he resented.

But he became increasingly cold towards you. He never really treated you like the other boys, who were always open and friendly with you. And maybe that’s why you fell for him. Because you had to figure him out and he was always on your mind. He became your favorite puzzle to solve and once it was solved, it became your hobby making sure the puzzle stayed whole and beautiful.

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agirlcalledfrost  asked:


so my school had this thing called “senior skip day,” except that senior skip day didn’t exist and every year the administration sent out emails in the spring that were like DON’T FUCKIN SKIP CLASS OR YOU WILL RECEIVE RESTRICTION (restriction was like, my boarding school’s equivalent of detention where instead of staying after school you had to go to bed early and help stuff envelopes advertising the summer program until your hands were BLOODIED AND CRIPPLED BY CARPAL TUNNEL) and every year the seniors were like YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!

  • spoiler alert: yes they can? THEY ALWAYS CAN.
  • 200 years of american high school and teenagers still think that there is a cap limit on kids in detention and that you can leave after 15 minutes if the teacher doesn’t show up.

anyway, my senior year, we all got together and nattered at each other until some brave soldier (i feel like it was my friend paula but WHO KNOWS) was like “OK SENIOR SKIP DAY IS THIS THURSDAY!!!! NOBODY GO TO CLASS OR UR A SCAB.”

  • she didn’t say scab because she’s not from the 1920s and we aren’t newsies, though this story would be way more interesting if we were
  • what she said was “YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!”
  • except not yolo because it was 2009 and drake hadn’t been invented yet except as a dear sweet boy in a wheelchair.

we also used this email system to communicate with one another that has very deeply informed the way i understand email and which probably makes it very frustrating to be my friend and receive emails that have subject lines like “URGENT” and then just 42 links to the same florida georgia line youtube video.

  • I’M NOT ASHAMED, but in that way where like i kind of AM ashamed so i’m really aggressively NOT ashamed? 

so the day of reckoning rolls around and my alarm goes off at 8 (class started at 8:05 but i liked to PLAY WITH FIRE when it came to being late; my mom actually asked the school to stop emailing her when i was a sophomore because i was late so often that their rote “Mrs. Ofgeography we are emailing you to say—” was CLOGGING UP HER INBOX and she was like “i GET IT MY CHILD IS THE MOST BORING MISCREANT OF ALL TIME.”) and i looked at my roommate elle and she looked at me and went, “you going?”

“hell no,” i said. “YOLO. they can’t punish all of us.”

elle, who was far prettier and far cooler than i was with the notable exception of her obsession with tswift’s “love story” and her tendency to look at the endangered species list and cry sometimes during study hall, quickly bizounced across the street to this shopping center thing where all the cool kids smoked in secret where huge trucks dropped off clothes for the Dress Barn. i think there were also tennis courts nearby. more importantly there was this chinese food delivery place and a lil restaurant that made HELLA BAGELS.

  • HELLA.

off goes elle! meanwhile i’m like, “yessssss i’m gonna use senior skip day to watch 14 hours of tv shows and eat frozen peanut butter bars that i stole from the dining hall! I’M GONNA LIVE LIKE I’M 23 ALONE IN CHICAGO ON A WEEKEND WHEN MY ONLY PLAN IS TAKEOUT AND CUDDLING WITH THE FAUX-SNOW-LEOPARD BLANKET I WILL ONE DAY SURELY OWN.” 

of course, during this time the administration was continuing to send out emails that reminded us with increasing urgency that senior skip day was NOT A THING and that we were ALL GETTING RESTRICTION if we didn’t get our STUPID ASSES TO CLASS, GODDAMNIT, WE ARE NOT RUNNING A CIRCUS HERE. 

but i was like! yolo, motherfuckers!!! i already got into college, YOU CAN’T TOUCH ME.

at some point during the day elle and our friend ginna came back to the room with takeout from the chinese delivery place and we sat on our floor eating it and probably watching veronica mars or looking at the endangered species list and crying.

all of a sudden, elle said, “guys shut up, guys shut up, GUYS SHUT UP,” and ginna and i were like, “WHAT we have a LOT to SAY about FRIED FUCKING DUMPLINGS, ELLE,“ and elle said, "did you hear that?”

“hear what?”


‘that’ was the sound of one of our dorm moms, mrs. f, knocking on doors and saying things like, “IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR BUTTS TO CLASS IN 5 MINUTES YOU’RE ON CATEGORY 4 RESTRICTION FOREVER.” elle quickly scampered up our raised beds to hide in the corner, where a tiny human like elle could actually hide from view; i leapt immediately into what we called a closet but was basically a cubby with a flap that was DEFINITELY not meant for a 5'8” individual with knobby as hell knees.

our door, which was never locked because we both hated the effort of typing in the lock code, opened. mrs. f said, “mollyhall?”

i held my breath. 

  • i should add here that i seemed to be operating on like a scooby-doo level of logic where basically i thought that she was somehow NOT ALLOWED to investigate?
  • like, if she can’t see me, there is NO POSSIBLE WAY that she could prove i’m in here, right?
  • she’ll just poke her head in and be like oH GOSH NO KIDS HERE and leave!!

you can see the flaw in my logic.

mrs. f sighed. “mollyhall, i know you’re in here, i literally heard your voice ten seconds ago.”

  • there’s no WAY she guesses i’m in the closet!!!

“mollyhall, i know you’re in the closet.”



there was a creak. mrs. f stopped. it wasn’t actually a “creak,” so much as this like, prolonged groan? like it’s the sound an elephant would make if it sat on a really large accordion.

i poked my head out of the closet. mrs. f looked at me. elle sat up.

i said, “where’s ginna?”


“um,” said elle, “she’s in the—”


ginna yes.

i really wish i could describe the sound the ceiling made when it collapsed. it sounded a lot like the way losing your breath feels. i sort of remember ginna falling in like, really slow motion, like i could see the expression on her face. i didn’t really think about how i would describe this in words. ginna’s face said:

  • oh no.
  • what have i done?
  • this was a mistake. 
  • i regret a series of decisions that i have made.
  • is there a way out of this?
  • are those oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
  • why are there oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
  • mollyhall, you HAVE a food cupboard, what good is a food cupboard if you don’t—
  • oh, crap.

she belly flopped onto the floor. i mean, the girl bounced. and then she just laid there. mrs. f looked at her. elle looked at her. i looked at her, still mostly in the closet. we were all going to get category 4 restriction forever.

ginna said, “hi, mrs. f. i feel like i should explain.”

episode five gave us some gems
  • javi: oh my... fuck that!
  • javi: seriously? fuck you, helicopter!
  • -
  • pa: you're now my least favorite son, Javier.
  • javi: hey, he's the one who beat you!
  • pa: fine, it's a tie. i hate you both equally.
  • -
  • clementine: cut a walker open and cover yourself in their guts. then you can slip right through them.
  • javi: ew. please tell me you're kidding.
  • clementine: *shakes her head*
  • javi: i said please.
  • -
  • javi: oh this sucks, this sucks, this sucks, this sucks!
  • javi: do you literally eat shit, all day long? is that why you smell so bad?
  • -
  • javi: not that he said anything in particular to me but... you know the guy's got a mondo crush on you, right?
  • clementine: agh! he does not!
  • javi: oh my gosh, you got a crush on him, too!
  • clementine: I DO NOT.
  • javi: ah, you both have my blessing.
  • clementine: i'm gonna stab you with those scissors.
  • -
  • javi: aw, yuck!

“Yo, Jay, pass me the nachos.”

The boys and I were all watching Wonder Woman again in Father’s living room. His personal theater was being redesigned at the moment, so we decided to just stay in the one room where we always hang out. Jason took the nachos from Tim and passed them over to me, “Here, babe.”

I told him thanks and grabbed a handful of nachos, stuffing them into my mouth. “Can you guys pause the movie, I need to use the bathroom,” I asked after swallowing.

Damian took the control and paused it, “Don’t take long, the fight is almost over.”

As I got up from the couch, I heard my phone jingle on the coffee table. Probably a new message, “Jason, can you check that for me!?” I called over my shoulder. I barely left the living room when I heard Jason curse loudly, “What the fuck is this!? Artza, get back in here!”

I groaned, my bladder can’t take this kind of torture right now. I turned back into the living room, “What!?”

The boys were all angry crowding around my phone. Jason was the most furious of them all, “What the hell is up with you guys?”

Damian crawled onto Jason’s shoulders,“Pass it here! I want to answer this low life abomination!” 

“No! I know exactly what to say! Give it here!” Tim snatched my phone out of Jason’s hand but a few moments later, Dick was holding my phone, “Yeah right, I’m the oldest, which means I’m the wisest, I should answer!”

Before Dick started typing, I grabbed it out of his hand, “Why are you guys so angry? My gosh!” I scrolled up and read the newest anon, “Oh cool! New anon hate!” I grinned.

“How could you possibly say this is cool!?” Jason growled, “This fucking piece of throbbing turbocunt just told you to go die!”

“And they also want me to burn in hell! This is great!” 

Dick’s jaw hit the floor, “You gotta be kidding me!”

“I mean, I’m already going to hell so…”

“We can’t just let this slide!” Tim snarled.

Damian tried to grab my phone but I raised it up in the air, placing my hand on his forehead, pushing him back as he tried to climb up my body, “Unhand me, sister! I must answer!” 

I kicked Dick in the chest when he also tried to grab my phone, making him fall back onto the couch, “Oh come on!” He protested, “Tim’s right! We gotta give them hell!”

I glared at both Jason and Tim, stopping them from going near my phone, “Listen to me,” I snapped, “This anon doesn't deserve my time, not even yours. So could you guys please let this go!?”

Jason was fuming, “No! That fucknugget called you a bi piece of shit! How are you not angry about this!?” 

“Because I’m smart! They also said that I’m not even really gay, do you know how stupid that is?” I chuckled, “Of course I’m not gay! And this anon also called me a hoe, this is even funnier than the last one, to be honest.”

I still don’t know why these poor excuse of human beings don't understand that calling me a hoe will not bother me. It’s really sad. If you really want to send me anon hate, calling me a hoe wouldn't be such a good idea if you want to see me break. Come on anon, the word is in my damn username. You gotta try better than this.

I was still pushing Damian away, this kid just doesn't want to give up. My gosh, I’m so proud of him.

Dick fold his arms across his chest, “This person thinks you want pity.” He muttered.

I shoved my phone in my pocket, “Haha! I almost forgot about that. Pity for what? Being bi? That was strange for them to say, I love being bi. They just said that because they think being bi is a bad thing.”

“I hate people like that,” Tim sighed, “Being bi is still a significant part of the LGBTQ+ community. What else would the B stand for?”

Jason smirked, “They probably don’t know how many girls you’ve been with before me.”

I bit my lip, forcing myself not to laugh, “That’s another thing. I don’t need to prove that I’m bi. If I say that I’m bi then I’m bi, it’s that simple.”

Damian finally stopped trying to get my phone. He rubbed his forehead after I let go, “So…are you not going to murder them? Because Todd and I would gladly-”

I glared at Damian, “Don’t even think about it.” I said through gritted teeth. 

“What are you going to say to them then?” Dick asked.

I yawned, “I don’t know yet. Can we just continue watching the movie?” I asked.

Damian huffed, “Tt, fine. But we will talk about this again later.” 

I ruffled his hair, “Of course! But first,” I ran towards the door, “I still gotta use the bathroom!”

“Take your time!” Damian called behind me.

nerdydisney  asked:

AU where Shiro and Keith are going on a date to have some alone time and have dinner.Later when Shiro has to go outside to make a quick phone call to check up on the kids and somebody starts flirting with Keith and when Shiro comes back he has to come to Keith's rescue.

[The Voltron Family] Shiro and Keith were having a date so they headed to a hotel to enjoy a 5 course set dinner for two and so far the night was going great. They were just patiently waiting for their food to start arriving when Shiro remembered about their kids. The kids were with The Galras for the mean time because Allura couldn’t watch over them since she was on duty at the hospital. 

Shiro: *looks at his watch that Keith gifted him* It’s 9pm. I should probably check on the kids, just to make sure they’re not causing Zarkon some trouble.
Keith: *nods* Alright, go do that. I’ll just steal all your food when it arrives.
Shiro: *chuckles* Please don’t do that, love.
Keith: *smirks* Can’t promise you that. 
Shiro: *shakes his head fondly* Alright, I’ll be back. 

Shiro stood up and left to go outside of the restaurant to make a quick call to check up on the kids. Keith sat there slowly looking around and so many couples wearing fancy dresses and suits were eating and chatting. He looked at himself and he was actually glad that Shiro and him got to dress up in tuxedos and have some time to themselves. 

God. Shiro looked so handsome with his fricking bowtie and Keith wanted to die. How on Earth did he get so lucky to have married someone so wonderful, smart like Shiro? He didn’t deserve him and they were married for 5 years already. He groaned as he unconsciously brought his head down to the table thinking about how amazing Shiro was with the kids and as his husband. His cheeks started to heat up just thinking about it when his thoughts were disrupted.

Random handsome guy: *sits down across Keith* Sorry I was late, babe. Traffic. You know how it is.
Keith: *looks at the guy in confusion* *slowly gets up from the table*
Random handsome guy: Didn’t mean to be late.
Keith: *raises an eyebrow* Do I know y—
Random handsome guy: *eyes wanders around* Of course, we’ve been dating for a few years now. *chuckles* You silly bab.
Keith: *shifts in the table* Uh, I think you’ve mista—
Random handsome guy: *whispers* Just play along.
Keith: *whispers* Why?
Random handsome guy: I saw you groaning as you wait for your date that people started to look at you. I can’t stand douche bags who ditch dates especially someone as attractive as you.
Keith: *flushes* Oh, god. You’re mistaken!
Random handsome guy: *blinks repeatedly* What do you mean? You’re not on a date?
Keith: Oh, I am on a date but—
Random handsome guy: And this person didn’t show up. *shakes head* Honestly, I hate it when—
Keith: I’m on a date with my husband! *frantic*
Random handsome guy: *fish mouths* W-What?
Keith: *runs his fingers through his hair* *chuckles* He’s just outside making a quick call to our kids. Sorry, I totally get now what you’re trying to do but it’s not what it looks like.
Random handsome guy: Oh. So why were you… like dying on the table?
Keith: *eyes widens* *flushes* Nothing! It was nothing. *bites his lip* *embarrassed he got caught and a lot of people saw*
Random handsome guy: *apologetic* Oh gosh. I’m sorry. *chuckles* I’m Heinrich by the way. And you are?
Keith: Keith. *smiles* You… uh, I don’t mean to assume, German?
Heinrich: *smiles fondly* I am. How did you know?
Keith: The accent mostly gave it away. 
Heinrich: Of course. *chuckles* You Japanese? You have their beautiful eyes.
Keith: Yes…. *nods* *squints suspiciously* *looks around to look for Shiro*
Heinrich: So, you’re married?
Keith: Yeah, yeah I am. *sweats nervously* Uh, shouldn’t you go back to your table since it’s just false alarm? Don’t you like have a date too or something?
Heinrich: *waves hand dismissively* Oh it’s nothing. Just a family dinner.
Keith: *nods* Right. Okay.
Heinrich: *smiles wider* I’d like to keep you company until your husband comes back if you don’t mind?
Keith: But why? 
Heinrich: Like I said, I don’t like seeing attractive people being left alone especially at such a fancy place like this.
Keith: Please don’t say that.
Heinrich: Say what? That you’re attractive? I’m only stating a fact, Keith.
Keith: That’s a very subjective fact.
Heinrich: *hums as he stares at Keith* I don’t think so though. I’m pretty sure your husband would agree with me. I sure do hope he tells you that everyday.
Keith: *tries to check is Shiro’s finally back using his peripheral vision* *is very distracted* *looks back at Heinrich* Sorry, tell me what again?
Heinrich: *chuckles* That’s you’re very beautiful.
Keith: *cheeks starts heating up* *fondles with the table mantle* Uh…
Heinrich: I’m guessing you don’t really get compliments that often? If I was your husband I’d say that to you every second if I’m just being honest. 
Keith: *stammers* Umm… that’s kinda excessive. *forces a chuckle*
Heinrich: You think? I don’t think so though. A man like you needs to be…
Shiro: Keith!
Keith: *looks up and sees Shiro walking his way* *smiles* *silently praises all the gods* 
Shiro: *stands next to Keith and looks at Heinrich* And who’s this?
Heinrich: Ah, you must be the husband? 
Shiro: I am. Taskashi Shirogane. 
Heinrich: Hmmm. *gives Shiro a once over and then looks at Keith again* I can see it now.
Shiro: *cocks his head*
Heinrich: *stands up* Keith will tell you what happened here. I’m Heinrich. It was nice seeing a beautiful married couple tonight. *smiles* *whispers to Shiro* Your husband seems to have a difficult time accepting compliments. It’s honestly adorable. You’re a very very lucky man.
Shiro: *stiffens* *looks at Heinrich*
Heinrich: *smiles kindly* Well, I’ll go back now and leave you two to your dinner date. Hopefully we’ll see each other again soon, Keith. *smiles at Keith*
Keith: *gives him a small smile*

As soon as Heinrich left, Shiro sat on his seat again and he looked at Keith.

Shiro: What was that? I walked back as fast as I could when I saw you looking like you wanted to just leave the table. You looked so uncomfortable.
Keith: *sighs and buries his face in his hands* 
Shiro: *giggles* You looked so flushed.

So Keith told him everything when their food arrived and Shiro was so amused at the same time a little bit jealous.

Shiro: You really can’t stand compliments, can you?
Keith: They’re embarrassing. *sighs*
Shiro: Yeah, but the man was just stating a fact although in such a flirty way but, a fact is a fact.
Keith: *stares at Shiro*
Shiro: What? Even I give you compliments, Keith. *smiles softly* Are you telling me you don’t like it when—
Keith: It’s different when it’s you, Takashi. *whispers* I’m in love with you, not with him.
Shiro: Keith, that’s low blow. *blushes* 
Keith: What? *smirks* I’m just stating a fact. *mocks* Heinrich should see you flush when I tell you I’m in love with you. You’re just so red. It’s adorable.
Shiro: I hate you sometimes. I’ll make sure you pay for that later.
Keith: I love you too, my darling. *chuckles* 

Things my sister said while playing Skyrim {Sentence Starters}

  • “Ugh, he’s always trying to seduce me. I hate it.”
  • “Oh, it’s the old lady that has a dagger.”
  • “No, I don’t wanna do a good deed and I don’t want to talk to you.”
  • “I can just stick it in my chestplate. Shove it in there.”
  • “I did it. I beat the hill!”
  • “You wanna see? I can rip it out right now!”
  • “Why is this goat following me? The goat is my enemy.”
  • “No, I want this apple pie. ‘Scuse me, guys.”
  • “Help! I’m stuck in a house!”
  • “I have no friends. I have to take out an army, myself.”
  • “I’ll punch a mammoth if I have to!”
  • “Does it look like I want to fight this guy? Apparently!”
  • “Oh, he wants me.”
  • “Guess who’s a rich man. Not me. HA! Just kidding.”
  • “It said trading caravans, but I thought it said trading cards.”
  • “No, can you punch him?”
  • “Gotta go fast. No, gotta go faster.”
  • “I hate this place. I’m going somewhere else.”
  • “Oh my gosh, I am on fire.”
  • “Let me get through my dysfunctional stage, first.”
  • “All I can do is waddle.”
  • “I thought those guys were nice.”
  • “I have no idea where I am or what I’m doing.”
  • “Maybe I’ll get a job, a family.”
  • “You wanna try making me fly?”
  • “Watching me is a religious experience.”
  • *imitates high-pitched whistle*
  • “My heart went 'oh no.’ ”
  • “I can’t twerk when I’m in your arms.”
Sweet Dreams, Love.

A/N: Hello! this is my first little drabble! I got this because Taron always looks super tired in pics and that bb needs sleep ;o;

Summary: Eggsy has been working non stop for the past two weeks, and you notice he’s becoming incredibly tired. He comes home after his last mission and you have a night-in to let him recoup.

The door slammed from behind you, followed by a long yawn and a few curses muttered under an exhausted sigh. Eggsy had been on missions constantly the past two weeks. It was just one at first, but Kingsman kept buzzing him in, asking him to take someone’s place on a mission or to go as an extra precaution. After each one, he’d come home, more tired than ever, and curl up on the couch for an hour or two, before being notified again that he was needed. It was painful to watch, and you’d ask him to stay home for a few minutes more and sleep. It was so evident in his dazed eyes and the bags that got extra crinkled when he’d give you a sympathetic smile that he need rest. However, he’d pass it off, saying that he was fine before kissing your forehead and trudging out the front door.

So when he came in, you stopped writing the email you were sending to your boss, and ran to meet him at the front door where he was hanging his coat. He looked terrible. Of course, he was wearing a suit, which helped him appear sharp, but the man underneath was exhausted. He didn’t even notice you were there.

“How was your mission?” You asked quietly.

His posture jolted up at your voice, but sank down once again as he recognized it was you. “It went well. They said I could take the next few days off, if I wanted to.”

You walked over to him and caressed his cheek, trying to get a better look at his condition. Not only was he tired, but he now had a black eye and a deep gash on his forehead, along with a few stray scratches.

“Jesus, Eggsy.”

“You don’t have to say my name twice, (Y/N).” He gave you his award winning smirk, causing you to roll your eyes, but you still felt the corners of your mouth giving in. He took your hand and held it in his own, lacing your fingers together as he gave you as soft peck on the lips.

“I really am sorry, Love. I probably had you worried sick.” He murmured.

“Yeah, you really have me in a tizz, and not the good kind. You’ve been so tired recently and now you’re hurt… I understand Kingsman is your job, and I’m so, so proud of you knowing everyday you walk out the door you’re going to save the world. You don’t need to apologize for that, okay? You just need to start taking better care of yourself and you have to establish your limits so that you don’t wear yourself out too much.”

“So that we can use that energy for…?” He sing-sang as he wiggled his eyebrows.

Your cheeks turned red as your cast your eyes to anywhere but his face. “Go get washed up, I’ll order a pizza. You look like shit.” You over exaggerated a sniff and added, “ Ew, you smell like it too!” as you waved in front of your nose.

“Breaking news, I have a five year old for a girlfriend.” He snickered as he walked past you towards the shower, giving your butt a a soft tap as he walked by. 

You stuck your tongue out at him in retaliation as you dialed the pizza place. So much for those manners.


“Oh my gosh, I hate you.”

You looked at Eggsy like a deer in headlights, one piece of pizza hanging out your mouth and another in your hand as you sat criss-cross on the couch.

“It came before you got out!” You tried to say with a full mouth. While Eggsy had been in the shower, the pizza man came with the pizza. You tried to resist opening the box until he got out, but you were weak.“Sorry, babe.”  

“I’m kidding, but I will have to say, part of the reason I’m forgiving you is the fact you have a Salvador Dali marinara mustache on your face.” He grabbed a slice from the box.

“Ugh, you’re kidding me.” You groaned.

“Nope.” He laughed, taking a picture of you with his phone as he sat down next to you.

“You are so mean, you know that?” You pouted.


You gave him the evil eye as you stuffed another slice in your mouth as you grunted a “Whatever, loser.”

Eggsy turned silent, and after a few minutes, you noticed he was sleeping, his slice of pizza resting on his blue, cotton shirt. You took a quick picture of the scene before gently putting the piece of pizza in the box and put the box in the fridge. You gently smiled at him as you contemplated waking him up to bring him to the bedroom or to let him sleep on the couch. You decided he probably wanted to wake up tomorrow morning without a neck cramp, so you gently shook his shoulder, causing his eyes to flutter open.

“Hey, sleepyhead.”

“How long was I out?” He murmured, rubbing his eye with his fist, his hair cutely sticking up every which way.

“Not long, maybe fifteen minutes. But let’s get you to bed, Eggs. You must be really tired” You whispered, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Mhm.” He said, slowly getting of the bed with your help. You held his hand as he stumbled down the hallway and into your bedroom. Before you knew it, he was in the bed, his mind out like a light.

You giggled as you crawled in next to him, trying to steal the covers back from him. As you did, he opened one eye at you.

“Having trouble?”

“Yes.” You said in a small, high pitched voice.

“Come here.” He said, patting the spot next to him. “Be my little spoon.”

You blushed as you cuddled up next to him. “How can express your emotions so bluntly and not get embarrassed?”

“My mum says it’s because I’m just naturally cheeky. Now go to sleep, love.” He mumbled into his pillow as he draped his arm over your waist.

You sat there for a few minutes until you heard his breathing even out. Your face heated as you let the words that had been circling your mind the whole day slip from your lips.

“I love you so, so much, Eggsy. Please be safe. I don’t know what I would do without you… ”

You felt your muscles relax as you said it, but immediately felt a pair of lips of your neck press a loving kiss against your soft skin.

“And I love you, (Y/N). More than you could ever know. And don’t worry. I won’t be leaving for a long time. Now, sweet dreams, love.”

Strike Two (Part 9 of Curve Ball)

Originally posted by he-is-the-best-part-of-me

Summary: An accidental collision. Lucky shoes. Baseball lessons. As much as they might try to deny it, fate seemed to be working to bring Derek and Y/N together. But being in each other’s lives could prove to be more complicated than either one of them bargained for.

Author’s Note: FINALLY! It is here, y’all!!! I know it has been an eternity since I updated this series, but it is finally written and I couldn’t love this part more. I really hope you guys like it, please let me know! Meanwhile, enjoy ;)

As always, a HUGE thank you to my co-pilot on this series, @snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales!!! She is so amazing to work with and always such great ideas!!! I can’t even say thanks enough <3

Warnings: Language; a lot of feels

Tags: @wheresthekillswitch, @urwarriorangel, @palaiasaurus64, @melanie451, @houseofrahl, @life-what-life-i-dont-have-one, @splashofbi, @livinglife-dsa, @miaforeverblue


“Y/N? Are you even listening to me?” Stiles’ voice broke me out of my stare and I slowly turned my head to look at him, eyes wide and lips sucked between my teeth as I grunted out a ‘hm?’ He blinked at me several times before averting his gaze to the spot I was so tethered to only moment ago.

“Sorry,” I sighed. “I’ve just been…distracted.”

“I’ll say,” he snorts, earning a glare. “What’s up with you lately?”

“Nothing, I’m fine.”

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anonymous asked:

I want an episode where Camp Campbell gets shut down for a short amount of time the kids all get sent back home. Max goes back home and everyone there is just super cynical and negative, but for the first time in his life, without David around being the bright ball of sunshine he is, Max actually feels out of place/notices it a lot more than usual, even if he's still not exactly the happiest person in the world himself (and probably never will be, but still)


And he hates the fact that he really misses David’s optimism and when the camp is opened again, he doesn’t push David away when he pulls the kids in for a hug.

Send me a sentence from this mixed up list!
  • "Wow, you're amazing!"
  • "Quite the mouth you've got there."
  • "I haven't seen you around here before."
  • "Come on, help me out! Please?"
  • "Oh my God, are you alright?!"
  • "Kiss me, quick! It's for science!"
  • "How did you do that?"
  • "How dare you!"
  • "Get off of me!"
  • "If you were a tropical fruit, you'd be a Fine-apple!"
  • "Do you know what my shirt is made of? Boyfriend material."
  • "Are you an orphanage? Cause I wanna give you kids."
  • "Are you a banana? Because I find you a-peeling."
  • "You're a dork."
  • "Gosh you're so adorable!"
  • "You're an idiot."
  • "I like you."
  • "I hate you."
  • "Please don't hate me!"
  • "I have something I need to tell you..."
  • "Could I stay the night...?"
  • "I'm sorry I'm so dumb."
  • "I like you the way you are."

anonymous asked:

A written version of the pregnant reaction thing would be cute, if you have time!

Yup :)




“What? Like a kid. Wow… WOW! YES! I DID SOMETHING! God, this is the greatest accomplishment of my life! I can’t believe this. Wait say it again please, I need to be sure,”,


“Wait what did you say? A kid? I’m still a kid! Okay, don’t think I’m gonna hate the kid doll. You are pregnant. Wow. I don’t hate it, I just don’t like it at all and it’s terrible. Whatever, at least your boobs are gonna get bigger,”


“Oh. Woah. Um, okay. This doesn’t seem so bad. I mean I’m no stranger to raising kids and the kid is going to have a great mother. Yeah… this isn’t that bad at all,”






“What did you just say? So how- does that mean? So are we going to have to like, come up with two names, a first and a second? Also, are we gonna have to decide godparents? Oh, my god, I am going to be a dad. Like, I’m actually going to have a son. Wait, I am right? To be completely honest, I have no idea what’s going on but I’m excited!”

anonymous asked:

Hey so I was reading your latest Haikyuu headcanons post and i love it! Do you have any more hcs of Oikawa??

oh my gosh, thank you so much!! 

and i always have headcanons of oikawa are you kidding me 

  • he is the screamer™ of the seijoh volleyball team. literally do not try to prank him or anything unless you’re wearing noise-cancelling headphones 
  • possibly the worst day of oikawa’s life was the day matsukawa and hanamaki discovered he was extremely ticklish
  • dogs hate oikawa, but cats love him for some reason??? 
  • oikawa played a bit of baseball in junior high outside of school, and he proved to be a decent pitcher; his killer curveballs always managed to strike out many players consecutively. he eventually quit in order to fully focus on volleyball, though
  • he has a different ringtone set for each of his contacts (hanamaki once stole his phone during practice and set the theme song for “jaws” for iwaizumi’s contact, but iwaizumi must never know)
  • he spends a lot of his free time with takeru, teaching him all sorts of volleyball tricks (which takeru picks up on quickly)


“Try an act like a rich duck”




Poor Greg. He’s just a normal guy, trying to live a normal life with his magical son.

Damn, he’s really whipping those out fast. Does he know the Gems are stronger than average humans? Or is he really trying to hurt them?

Imagine Sam comforting you because you are pregnant with Dean’s child and you’re scared he won’t want it. However he overhears you and thinks the kid is Sam’s.

“It’s all my fault” your sobs rocked your body as Sam had his arms wrapped around you, comforting you as much as he could.

“No, (Y/n) please no. Don’t you ever say this again.” Sam said firmly,his lips pursed.

“But I- I should have been careful. I shouldn’t- shouldn’t have done this” you couldn’t say any more words, your throat felt as if it closed and you could hardly breath.

“No (Y/n) stop please don’t say this” Sam was sympathetic as ever.

He was your best friend and you had been inseparable ever since the beginning of you hunting with the guys, especially after you and Dean got together. You could never hide something from Sam and when a few hours ago he had found you crying in the bathroom you couldn’t keep it a secret from him. You were pregnant with Dean’s child.

You had imagined this to be different. You finding out and telling Dean and him smiling brightly before he passed out. Yeah you could definitely see that. But you had never imagined you would be crying on a bathroom floor in Sam’s arms because Dean did not want kids. He hadn’t said it openly or negatively, just said he wasn’t meant for it with this kind of style of life and job. And that straight forward meant to you that he was going to hate to find out you had ended up being pregnant with his kid at this specific moment that the world was at stake.

“B-but how could I have ever done something like this to him?!” you couldn’t help but cry out.

If only you knew how you caught Dean’s attention as he walked by the door. His interest picked so he stopped to hear more.

“(Y/n) you didn’t-” it was Sam’s voice.

“Oh my gosh Sam. He is going to hate me, he will never want to see me again, neither me nor-” a sob stopped you from continuing.

“(Y/n) no. No, don’t you dare say this. He will understand. He has to understand. This baby…” his voice took on a softer tone “This baby you carry is the product of a love. It is not something wrong, don’t you dare consider it as that. It is andwill be loved. By you, me and Dean, well, he will learn to love it some day. Mind my words.”

“He will hate me for doing this to him. He will hate us both” your sobs could be heard crystal clear, as it was evident you were crying.

“No, no he won’t. He will understand, I know it. But for now please let’s not stay here, you might catch a cold and I don’t want anything to happen. Get up.”

Dean heard Sam’s voice say followed by some shuffling and soon the door burst open. He could now see your eyes red and puffed, your cheeks stained with tears. Sam’s as well as your eyes widened. But Dean was more focused on his brother and without missing a beat he took hold of the hem of his shirt and pulling him away he slammed him on the wall.

“Dean!” you shrieked, immediately holding onto him to pull him away.

“What the hell Dean?!” Sam looked at his brother with a frown.

“I will tell you what the hell! What the fuck do you think you were doing?!” he roared back at his younger brother.

“Dean what are you talking about?”

“I am talking about the fucking fact that you could do this to me!”

“Dean stop, you’re out of your mind. You misunderstood!” Sam tried to push his brother away but Dean had a firm grip on him.

You could almost see the veins pop on Dean’s neck that was red from anger. He was clenching his jaw so hard you were scared of what would happen next.

“I din’t misunderstand a fucking thing!”

“No, Dean please listen!”

“No! You slept with my girlfriend behind my back and now expect me to listen!?” Dean growled at him.

“No, no Dean stop! Please Sam’s right! You need to listen!” you were tugging at his arm.

He sharply snatched his arm away from you, the impact shocking you as he pushed you back. To the point you almost fell down. Your hand instinctively went to your stomach as you stared at Dean with wide eyes. He shot you a small glare but turned his attention back to Sam.

“It’s yours you fucking asshole!” you screamed, more tears rolling down your cheeks.

Dean’s eyes widened and he looked back at you as you were crying.

“I didn’t cheat on you although I should have! But no I love you too fucking much to even think of betraying you, unlike you think I would!” you spat the words at him.

“What?” Dean breathed out, no longer furious but guilty.

“Dean just try to listen. You knew we would never do something like that to you. (Y/n) just got worried you won’t want the kid.”

“You..” Dean kept looking back and forth between you and Sam.

“You didn’t….”

“No, Dean of course not. Please, you and (Y/n) need to talk-”

“No” it was you that spoke up “No we are not. Because I no longer will be here for us to talk. I’m leaving.”

“No, no baby please-”

“No there is no ‘baby’ anymore Dean. I no longer am your 'baby’. Hell I no longer am yours at all. You made it crystal clear what you think of me. If you think so low of me that I would sleep with your brother and the child would be histhen- it’s better if we don’t talk about this at all.”

“(Y/n) please-”

“No. You were right after all Dean. This kid is not yours. It is mine and mine alone” you said coldly at him ad before he could react you had run off.

“No” Dean breathed out.

“What are you waiting for? Go, Dean go! Go after her!” Sam pushed Dean that stood frozen on his spot for a moment, watching you leave.

But he had to move. And he did.

(Request) INFP/INFP Tale

INFP 1 and 2: *watching anime together*

INFP 1: *Gasps* She’s not going to die, is she? ENTP said this isn’t a sad anime.

INFP 2: Yup, she’s totally going to die. A brutal and bloody death.

INFP 1: What?! Really?!

INFP 2: Oh my gosh! No! I was kidding!

INFP 1: …. Oh.

INFP 2: Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I thought you would realize I was joking!

INFP 1: ….

INFP 2: Please don’t hate me, I’m sorry.

  • Me: Oh gosh I hate romance novels they're boring and absolutely stupid and meaningless. I can't bother myself with a plot about two people falling in love.
  • Me: ....
  • Me: *reads a fanfic about my OTP*



gOD YOU CAN PRACTICALLY HEAR HER THINKING “okay don’t lose your cool girl don’t look too excited you hate people remember?”

“cute new kid??? what cute new kid?? whatever. who cares? i don’t care”

“i…… dooooon’t care…….. oH FUCK IT”


anonymous asked:

Have you ever gotten the feeling where your almost asleep and then it feels like your falling. I just did but the funny thing was that I was imaging what americas kid would look like so when the falling hit me my mind made made me think I dropped them and the only thing running trough mind was: No! The McBaby!


BUT OH MY GOSH THE MCBABY?!? Somehow I can totally se America giving that as his baby’s nickname!