oh no i can feel the tears :')

thebabylontheory  asked:

Oh I'm so sorry, I feel like a selfish b**** now... Can we cry together? I can't stop crying since I turned 16..

YOU ARE NOT A SELFISH BIH FOR WANTING TO TALK TO ME??? OMG I wanna talk to you too and talk about sneks and your neverending love for dani wait dani is reading this probably oops  We can cry as much as you wanna together ; u ; hopefully by the end of it they’re all happy tears though. I love you a lot, okay? Never forget it! 

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i. weight of living, pt. ii - bastille | “it all crept up on you. in the night, it got you and plagued your mind. it plagues your mind. every day that passes, faster than the last did, and you’ll be old soon, you’ll be old. do you like the person you’ve become under the weight of living?”
ii. alone - halsey | “but if you ask why i’m distant, oh, i’m runnin’ away. you know, everywhere i go, i got a million different people tryna kick it, but i’m still alone in my mind.”
iii. unbroken - birdy | “sometimes the tears we cry are more than any heart can take. we hurt, just keep it inside. small wonder that it starts to break.“

iv. long nights - eddie vedder | “long nights allow me to feel i’m falling, i am falling. the lights go out, let me feel i’m falling, i am falling safely to the ground.”
v. what do i know - ed sheeran | “we could change this whole world with a piano, add a bass, some guitar, grab a beat and away we go […] i’ll be sitting here with a song that i wrote, sayin’ love could change the world in a moment, but what do i know?”
vi. we all want love - rihanna |“i can pretend that i’m not lonely, but i’ll be constantly fooling myself. i can pretend that it don’t matter, but i’ll be sitting here lying to myself. and some say love ain’t worth the buck, but i’ll give my last dime to have what i’ve only been dreaming about.” 
vii. the cure - lady gaga | “so baby tell me yes and i will give you everything. i will be right by your side. if i can’t find the cure, i’ll, i’ll fix you with my love. no matter what you know, i’ll, i’ll fix you with my love. and if you say you’re okay, i’m gonna heal you anyway. promise i’ll always be there, promise i’ll be the cure.”
viii. low - lauren aquilina |  “been shut down one too many times, i’m embedded in the ground. these critics don’t know how to lie. i just wish i could mute all their mouths.”
ix. eraser - ed sheeran | “i used to think that nothing could be better than touring the world with my songs. i chased the picture perfect life; i think they painted it wrong. i think that money is the root of all evil, and fame is hell. relationships and hearts you fixed, they break as well. and ain’t nobody wanna see you down in the dumps, because you’re living your dream, man, this shit should be fun. please know that i’m not trying to preach like i’m reverend run. i beg you, don’t be disappointed with the man i’ve become.”

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While I recgonize that this song comes about four decades too late, I still count it as my number one “Newt is missing Tina badly, and this is how he feels about it” song. It’s just a beautiful piece of music, and I can absolutely see 70-year-old Newt hearing it for the first time and wiping away tears because of the emotion it inspires.

Nights in white satin
Never reaching the end
Letters I’ve written
Never meaning to send

Beauty I’d always missed
With these eyes before
Just what the truth is
I can’t say any more

‘Cause I love you
Yes I love you
Oh how I love you

darling, I know you’ve been feeling down lately, so I wrote this really quick for you. I’m not sure what you had in mind, but I went to a 100 % unicorns place, so I hope this makes you smile a little.


A shadow falls across Stiles’ worksheet and he looks up to see Lydia, mouth pursed, staring down at him. She says, “What do you know about unicorns?”

“About as much as the average eleven year old boy,” he says, which is: not much. Horse-like, pointy horn, something to do with virgins.

Of course, he goes home and finds out everything he can about them immediately. Both because Lydia asked, and because now he can’t stop thinking about it.

Lydia has forgotten all about their conversation by the time he’s ready to dazzle her with his knowledge, so alas, his mad unicorn skillz lie dormant for years, until all the shit with the werewolves.

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Stiles is cat-napping in a spill of sun when all his warmth is blocked—he makes an irritated sound and opens his eyes to find Derek looming over him, frowning.  Stiles kicks out a foot and rolls over onto his side in the grass.

Derek says, “What do you know about unicorns?”

Stiles yawns and says, “A surprising amount for a teenage boy.”

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GoTG Meet Avengers


Peter stares, watching them all a little blankly. By his side, Tony has his head in his hands. He’s been groaning for the past twenty seconds.


“So… you went on a ten-year murder spree where you joined a terror organisation of your own free will in order to kill Tony, who wasn’t even responsible for the death of your parents in the first place- and then decide that just Tony isn’t murderous enough for you, and go for the rest of his team for some reason, too?”

Across the room, Wanda bristles. “It wasn’t like-”

“And then your team leader let you on the team you were trying to murder? Almost immediately after the one single fight you helped them with?” Gamora interrupts. Her eyes are cold and dangerous. 

Steve opens his mouth to defend himself, but Drax cuts in. “And you,” he gestures harshly at clint, “you were willing to abandon your family and get yourself arrested, just so you could involve yourself in a matter that did not concern you anyway?”

“You think I wanted to be arrested? That was all Tony-” Clint begins, but Drax roars, and Clint rears back, eyes wide and hand reaching for the bow at his hip.

“TONY STARK DID NOT FORCE YOU TO BREAK YOUR LAWS! I WAS PUT IN JAIL BECAUSE I FOUGHT FOR MY FAMILY, NOT-”

“Drax, stay calm. These people are breakable,” Gamora warns, although she is staring at them all as if she wants nothing better than to let Drax get himself worked up over them. 

“You know, Tony has only been giving you his view on everything that happened,” Steve counters. He’s looking at Tony like… like he’s disappointed in him, and that’s enough to get Rocket yelling angrily.

“Oh, so you sayin’ you didn’t tear the team he invested his time, his love, his effort into, apart- all so you could save a guy that Tony had offered to rehabilitate in the first place anyway? Or what about the fact you didn’t tell him that your best bud murdered his parents? That a lie too?” He snarls, and on his shoulder, Groot’s arms are slowly growing, pricklier and heavier- he can feel the weight on his shoulders.

“I think everyone needs to calm down, here-” Sam begins, but Gamora silences him, knuckles cracking as she steps forward.

Sam, wisely, takes a step back.

 “You do not get to talk- not when you chose to put your trust in a man you met for three seconds, whilst he was breaking into Tony’s compound, over the actual Avenger and team-mate himself,” she hisses, hands thrown up into the air as she turns to face all of them now.

“You sicken me. I may fight and argue and be frustrated with my team- but at the end of the day, they are still my family. They are still the people I would trust without a second thought,” she shoots a glare at Sam, “who I would always tell the truth to, even if it hurts,” Steve looked at the floor, jaw set in a grim line, “and who I would never, ever ask to be on the same team as a woman who subdued them to their worst fears and tried to kill them. I would rather die.”

She spat on the floor, and then turned away. “I am going back to the ship. You may continue your discussions if you must, but I am finished. I will only kill one of them if this continues.”

“That would be a shame,” Drax says quietly, his voice low and threatening.

Tony, who spent the majority of the conversation absolutely silent, speaks up at that point. “Hey! Drax used sarcasm!”

No one laughs. He goes back to holding his head in his hand.

Peter just looks slightly sick. His hand is wrapped very, very tightly around Tony’s.


“You know that post of text that Tony showed us a few weeks ago? He called it a… a me-me? With the breadsticks and the asshole date?” Rocket pipes up after a few seconds of silence, gun still spinning ominously in his fingers. “I think it’s time for us to shove Tony in our spaceship and say we have to go, right now, immediately.”


Despite everything, Tony lets a huff of laughter escape at that. Peter- seeming to suddenly snap out of his horrified trance- nods his head approvingly, beginning to tug on Tony’s hand. “Yes. I agree. Wonderful though this diplomatic meeting of teams was, I’m afraid we have urgent business to attend to. We have to… show Tony… something awesome.”

“Yes. LOVE, AFFECTION AND VALIDATION!” Drax roars again, curling an arm around Tony’s shoulders and placing the most violent and angry kiss possible on top of his hair.

“Later, losers!” Rocket calls out, sticking his middle finger up behind him and then turning to punch Tony’s thigh gently before scarpering back to the ship.

Groot hops down from Rocket and then latches on to Tony’s forearm, clambering up his arm until he was resting on Tony’s shoulder instead. Tony glances over at him and grins happily. He’s always had a bit of a soft spot for Groot.

“hey,” he whispers, as the tiny tree alien quickly began to grow a few flowers, and then plucked them off his hand and tucked them into Tony’s hair. “I am Groot,” he whispers right back in reply.

Tony smiles, rolling his eyes. “Yeah yeah, I know. Don’t worry about them- I left them behind a long time ago.”


Steve hears that. He looks at tony for a long time, his eyes a little sad and regretful.


Tony just stares right back, and then raises his eyebrows and shrugs, adjusting the beginning of the flower-crown Groot was making for him.

“Call me the next time it gets too much for you guys to handle,” he calls out after them, as Peter and Drax both steer him hurriedly back toward the ship and away from his old team.

Groot giggles on his shoulder, and then places another flower behind his ear. “I am Groot!”


“I agree,” Tony says, just as Peter nods his own approval, gently bumping their shoulders together. “Let’s go and play Space-Tag.”

Cold As Ice

Originally posted by v-writings

Peter Parker x Shy Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: After discovering their powers and wanting to save a troubled citizen, the Reader is left to dealt with the consequences, but ends up finding out a certain secret from a certain spiderling instead.

Word Count: 3,180 (omg)

Warnings: Language, cuteness, discovery of powers, fluff, fight scene, shy!Reader, *slight* assault scene, suck-ass ending (bc I’m trash and I suck at writing), (Please let me know if I missed anything).

A/N: For some reason, I had such a hard time making a summary for this ?? Hopefully the anon that requested this thinks it’s okay. :// I’m slowly moving through all my requests (I have a lot lol). Anyway, let me know what you think as always and enjoy reading!


Walking into Midtown High, you cautiously grudge towards your locker in order to get your books for today’s classes.

These past few days have been strange, to say the least.

Despite it being almost the end of the school year and the hot weather finally arriving, you somehow felt cold to your bones.

Instead of wearing short sleeves and shorts, you started dressing in sweatshirts and pants.

Maybe I’m getting sick…?

Maybe it’s just the chills…?

You kept making excuses like that, but the coldness never seemed to go away.

It’s been happening for a couple weeks now, but you didn’t know what to do.

You didn’t know what this was.

Well, not until today.

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Break a Little - Part Three

Summary: Dean’s secret is out. You are bitter and angry as Sam tries to protect his big brother from you

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Jill’s Masterlist

Characters: Alpha!Reader, Beta!Sam, Omega!Dean

Pairings: Alpha!Reader x Omega!Dean

Word Count: 1600

Warnings: language, fighting, self hate, a/b/o dynamics, no smut yet but there will be some eventually ;)

A/N: This is my first A/B/O series and I would love any feedback. I took some creative leeway on some of this. A special thanks to @sofreddie for being so amazingly supportive.

Also the Song I half based this on (LINK HERE) is a must listen. I don’t know, it just gives me angsty feels

“You’re an omega.” You can’t believe it. It isn’t processing completely as he pushes against your arm, trying to get out of your grip but you refuse to let go.

“You’re not sick,” you mumble, feeling like you are in some trance as your eyes wander over his face, “you’re in heat.”

Hands grab you from behind, locking yours behind your back, pulling you away, “Dean! Get out of here!” Sam shouts, restraining you.

Dean doesn’t move, just keeps staring at you.

“Dean! Go!” Sam yells again, harder this time and Dean jogs away reluctantly. You start fighting against Sam’s grip, finally getting your wits about you.

“Let go of me!” You growl, squirming against him, “Let fucking go.”

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Love is a feeling or a decision?

Okay…I was just scrolling on tumblr and I saw a post that said “Love is a feeling, not a decision.” And my immediate response was, “Um..that’s false.” But when I clicked on the comments, people were agreeing that love is in fact a feeling and not a decision, so I would just like to throw this unpopular opinion out there.

Love is a feeling for about a month, and a decision for the rest of your life.

If love was just a feeling, divorce would never happen, it would be strong enough to sustain relationships. You’d fall for every guy who whispered sweet nothings, who’s taller than you and has a nice smile.

Love is not something that you feel. You FEEL euphoria, you FEEL joy, you FEEL excitement. You CHOOSE love. After the excitement wears off and you realize you don’t like the way she/he chews, or you don’t like that he swears a lot or whatever other little thing they might do that gets under your skin, you have to CHOOSE that you still want to be with this person in spite of their quirks.

Hollywood has fed us this idea that those feelings of joy and excitement are all that love is. And that some big dramatic event happens that ends in tears and a loving embrace is true love. But that’s not life! When those big dramatic events happen, you usually want to die. Or you want to be alone. Or you question your relationship. Love is not “Oh I feel good around this person so I must love them!” No no my friends, love is the grunt work. It’s staying together in the valleys so you can get the peaks, can I get an Amen?!

This idea that love is just a feeling is why relationships aren’t lasting. Why we all give up so easily. Because if we don’t FEEL it anymore, then it must not exist. If we don’t FEEL it, then it must be over. This rhetoric is killing lasting relationship which is what many of us want and desire.

Now I’m not saying that you should have no emotions with the guy or girl you’re with. You should feel happiness and sparks and all that jazz, but just know that that is not all that love is. And when sh*t hits the fan, it’s not the sparks that will keep your relationship afloat.

This, of course, it my personal opinion.. what do you guys think?

Jimin: [comes home crying]

Jin: Oh my god, what happened to you?

Jimin: [wiping tears from his eyes] A little girl came up to me at the grocery store. You know what she said?

Jin: [with slight alarm in his eyes] What?

Jimin: She said “Someday I’m gonna be tall like you”.

Jungkook: What the fuck

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Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

Imagine: Klaus gets super jealous over you and you decide to punish, in a very hot way, him for almost murdering your best friend Stefan.

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*smut, so read carefully

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Ears Turning Red / Montgomery de la Cruz

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You don’t let the tears that were threatening to fall escape as you stare down your boyfriend. His expression makes you laugh. “You’re not going to even bother denying it?”

Montgomery took a step back and sat on the edge of his bed, his eyes narrowing at you, “It seems you’ve already made up your mind about what you think and what you’re going to do,” he grumbles.

You cross your arm, digging your fingers into your skin, “I just want to know the truth.”

“We’re in a good place and we’re happy, why does it matter?” he sighs.

“Why does it matter?” you scoff, mumbling under your breath. “It matters because if he was telling me the truth-than our entire relationship was built upon a lie!”

Your boyfriend shook his head, “No it wasn’t. That’s not how it happened.”

“Oh?” you ask, nodding you head. “Okay. So you didn’t ask me out because of some bet with your friends?

“No!” he argues. “Well, yes-but it’s not what you think!” he tries. 

“Monty,” you say, pinching the bridge of your nose. “How can it not be what I think? They told you to ask me out as a joke. A bet. It was entertainment for them,” you laugh, feeling the tears that had gathered in your eyes betray you as they slid down your cheeks, just as mad at your friends as you were with Monty. 

His clenches his hands, the bedsheets gripped tightly in his fist. “I never wanted you to find out, I knew you would take it the wrong way.”

“Take it the wrong way?” you demand. “Monty! I was a bet! You didn’t ask me out because you liked me, or even because you wanted to, but because your friends convinced you with some wager. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?”

“How we got together shouldn’t matter, (Y/N). I love you,” he says, “doesn’t that count for anything?”

Your eyes shut for only a moment at his words, “I don’t understand how you can sit there and not even try to understand how this has made me feel.” You take a few steps away from him until your back was against the door. “All of them knew,” you tell him quietly, “every single one of our friends. None of them bothered to tell me our relationship is a joke.”

“(Y/N)!” he groans. “Our relationship is not a joke, it’s real! Everything about it is real-what we are, what I feel for you-it’s all real.”

You ignore what he said as your eyes drift to the ceiling and continue, “It’s so embarrassing, demeaning even. They may not have all been a part of it, but they all knew. How am I going to face them? How can I trust them?”

“Don’t you think you’re making a big deal out of nothing?”

Your laugh wasn’t full of amusement as you slide to the floor. 

“(Y/N), I’m being serious,” he insists. “Yes. There was a bet that led me to asking you out. And I’m sorry that you’re hurt because you found out, but I’m not sorry that it happened. Without it we wouldn’t have become a couple-we wouldn’t be here now.”

“I should have listened to my gut when you approached me that day. I knew something bad would come from it. God!” you groan, clutching the sides of you head. “I’m so stupid! I knew someone like you would have never wanted to go out with me, to be in a relationship period.”

“Don’t say that,” he sighs, rising to his feet. “You’re not stupid and of course I would want to be with you.” He knelt down so he was on the floor and opposite you. “I’m sorry,” he apologises quietly. “I never wanted to hurt you. I can’t stand you being in pain, you know that,” he whispers.

You couldn’t stop the tears that were flowing and Monty reached out to wipe them away but you pull out of his grasp. 

Hurt flickers across his face at your rejection and his expression hardens, “What do you want me to do?” he yells walking back to the centre of his room. “You’re not telling me how I can make this better!”

“You can’t!” you scream. “I don’t want to be with someone who lies to me, who deceives me!”

“But I didn’t deceive you!” Monty growls. “You know that I love you! I’ve never felt like this about anyone-you mean everything to me!”

“Then why did you keep this hidden? Why did I have to find out from Bryce Walker of all people?”

“Fucking Bryce,” he snarls before turning back to you. “You know he’s just trying to mess shit up! I didn’t want to tell you because I was worried that this exact situation would be happening, that you would be mad and upset and unwilling to hear me out!”

“Hear you out? What exactly do you want to say? That it was this bet that brought us together?” you laugh. “That it was the best gamble you’ve ever taken?”

“Damn right it was the best, I got you didn’t I?” Your smile is hard to contain, but you were still angry with him. “Just tell me what to do,” he instructs. “Anything. I’ll do it. Just don’t be mad at me.”

“It’s not that easy, Monty.”

“Then how much time do you need?”

“I don’t know.”

“Help me out here,” he begs, finally coming to the realisation of how how upset you actually were over this. “I can’t lose you.” Some emotion must have crossed you face without noticing and Monty went into a full panic. “Please,” he continues. 

“It’s not even so much about the actual bet anymore,” you tell him, shaking your head. “It’s the fact you didn’t want me to know, that it was kept from me for almost two years. Can you understand why that hurts me? How embarrassing that is?” 

He nods weakly.

“Do you understand why I can’t face them?”

“Did you want me to beat them into-”

“No!” you yell, unable to stop your small laughs from making its way out. It wasn’t a laughing matter-especially because you knew he was serious. “No,” you repeat.

“What else can I do?” he asks, unable to understand what you wanted.

“I told you, I don’t know.”

Montgomery crossed one arm over his chest while the other rubbed at his chin, he froze after a moment-an unpleasant thought passing through his mind. “You don’t want to break up do you?” Your silence worried him. “No,” he says quietly. “You are not breaking up with me. Baby, please.”

You shake your head, sighing reluctantly, “I don’t want to break up, Monty,” you admit, you were in love with him-you hated the idea of not being with him. 

“Oh thank God,” he mumbles, moving closer to you again, crouching down in front of you as he had only minutes ago. “Look, I’m going to make it up to you, okay?” he asks, resting his hands on you knees. 

Meeting his gaze, you nod slowly which causes him to breathe a sigh of relief. 

“I promise that I’ll do everything in my power to make this better. I love you, (Y/N),” he says, his stare never wavering from your eyes. 

“I know,” you mumble, resting your hands on his. “I love you, too. But Monty?”

“Yeah?”

“If you ever hide anything like this from me again, I don’t think I could-” you cut yourself off, but he nods, completely understanding what you were trying to say.

“I get it. Complete honesty from here on out, I swear.”

Polaroids : Jonathan Byers x Reader

Originally posted by gillijacobs

A/N: Oops, I went a little crazy on this one, but I hope you like it!

“Happy Holidays, Byers family!” You shout throughout the little house, all decked out in a cheesy Christmas sweater and Santa hat.

“Jonathan! Your favorite weirdo is here!” Will yells from the couch. You just give him a playful glare and he laughs. “You know you’re my favorite, (Y/N),” he says with a smile.

“I better be, Byers.” You point your finger at him and toss a box into his chest. Will reacts just in time and catches the box upright. “You’re welcome.”

Will’s eyes go wide and he jumps up to hug you. “Thank you so much, (Y/N)!”

Presents were a rarity in the Byers’ house, so you made sure that you would bring gifts for every holiday. Whether it be Christmas, birthdays, Halloween, or even weird ones like Arbor Day. You started doing that when you first spent Christmas with the Byers’ two years ago. There were maximum 8 presents to split between everyone under their little Christmas tree, and it made your heart hurt. 

“You’re welcome, Will. I have some more for everyone in my car if you want to grab them,” you pry him off and present him with your car keys. He eagerly takes them from your hands, dashing to the driveway. Jonathan finally appears in the living room with his hands behind his back, obviously holding something. 

“Hey, babe,” you say, greeting him with a small kiss. “I have a present for you.”

“You know you didn’t have to get me anything, (Y/N),” he starts. “You always get me gifts, even for pointless holidays.”

“What?” you pout. “I can’t spoil my boyfriend?”

Jonathan places the little box on the couch before his arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer. You wrap your arms around his neck and give him another kiss. “It’s just that…I feel like I need to spoil you. You’re so amazing and you deserve everything, which I can’t give to you.”

“Hey, Byers, I don’t need any gifts. You are the best thing that I could have.” You smile, looking straight into his eyes. “Plus, I enjoy spoiling you guys a little. You all work so hard, especially your mom, and you all deserve it.”

Jonathan touches his forehead to yours gently. “Wow, I love you,” he whispers before attaching his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. You start to melt a little when you hear the front door slam, prompting you both to pull away. Will stands at the door with a pile of presents in his arms, trying not to topple over. Jonathan just shakes his head at you, knowing that all of them were from you.

“What?” you attempt to look innocent but just end up smiling. You go over to help Will place all the presents under the tree as Jonathan takes a couple off the top of the pile. You all make your way over to the tree and set them down gently. Joyce walks in on you three, drying her hands on a towel, completely puzzled with what was taking place.

“Um, hello?” Joyce suddenly says, startling all of you. You’re the first to stand, followed by Will then Jonathan. “What’s going on?”

“Hi, Mrs. Byers!” You say, rummaging for one of her gifts. You find the one in gold wrapping paper and hand it to her. “Merry Christmas!”

A small smile forms on her face and she pulls you in for a hug. “Thank you so much, (Y/N). You have no idea how much this means to me. I feel like I need to repay you.”

“It’s really no problem, Mrs. Byers. I promise.” You hug her back and when she finally lets go, you can see a few tears in her eyes.

“Oh, wait! Let me go get the camera!” She quickly adds, wiping her eyes. She comes back a few seconds later with an old Polaroid camera in her hands. “Alright, all of you get together!”

You three arrange yourselves in front of the tree and smile wide, arms wrapped protectively around one another. “One, two, three!”

Joyce snaps two pictures and grabs them one by one as they slide out of the camera. She hands one to you and holds on to one for herself. 

She smiles at the scene in front of her, content for once in a long time. “My beautiful little family,” she whispers to herself. “My beautiful, little family.”

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He’d been ignoring you for weeks, he didn’t answer the phone, he stopped hanging around all the places he knew you’d be. He just stopped being in your life, it was almost as if he never even existed in your life and you were sick of it. 

He’d been your best friend for years and you’d be damned if you just let him walk away that easily… and that’s precisely what you were doing here at this exact moment. Out the front of his door that you had to climb two flights of stairs to get to. 

You knuckles rattled gently against the wooden frame, your heart thumped rhythmically in your chest as you waited for him to answer the door. You had been waiting for so damn long. 

“I’m ‘comin, I’m ‘comin.” You could hear Dally mutter, he definitely wasn’t expecting you to be standing outside his door. 

“Y/N.” His voice was stiff, forced and angry, he didn’t want you here. “What’re ya doing here, huh kid?” 

He only called you kid when he was angry at you, when you had done something wrong… and you searched your mind, trying to figure out just what that could be. What line did you cross?

“Looking for you.” You said it with a simple tone, your shoulders shrugged and you looked at him as if this wasn’t a big deal to you, but your charade was crumbling with every passing second. 

“So, you found me?” He shut the door behind you, he was shirtless, his jeans hung lowly on his hips as he searched through the wreckage of his room for a clean shirt. 

“Where have you been?” 

“Around.” He was snappy. “What’s it matter to you, kid? You ain’t my girl. You’re not my mother, not that she gives a hang about me, none.” 

“I care about you.” You sat on the edge of his bed, trying to find a single shred of the Dallas Winston you knew, and not the hood that the neighbourhood had notoriously branded him for. 

“Well good for you, Doll, now get out of here. I got a hot date tonight.” 

A date. A girl. You wondered to yourself who that might be. And what she had that you didn’t. You were never his girl, but you were comfortable being his best friend. You were comfortable being the sisterly figure in his life; but now it seemed that you weren’t anything to him. 

“A date?” You questioned, you forced a smile to burden your lips with untruthful feelings. “Oh that’s great, Dal. Can I see you afterwards?” 

“I’m busy, now get out of here.” He grabbed you by the arm as gently as he could muster so he could show you the way out, even though you both knew you knew your way around this place. 

He opened the door and to your horror, you realized that you were crying. Tears were welling up in your eyes, and they fell one by one and they began to slide down your face like tiny rivulets. 

You stopped him by placing a hand on his chest, you looked him in the eyes and you spoke. 

“Why don’t you love me?” You pursed your lips together so that they would stop shaking. “You did before, I know you did… and now you can’t even stand to be around me. What did I do? I can fix it.”

The truth is, he had been in your life so long that you didn’t know who you were without him. 

“What?” Dallas muttered, he looked down at you with disgust. “Y/N, you know I don’t love no o-” 

“Bullshit, Dallas, Bullshit” You pushed him back against the wall as roughly as you could. “You loved me. And you left me behind” 

He didn’t say a word, he just stared at you… he stared at your chest heaving up and down, and the tears falling from your eyes. He silently wondered to himself what he had done to you. He didn’t think you’d react this way. 

“I should go.” You couldn’t stand him just staring at you. Did he even care? “I shouldn’t have came here.”

“Wait” Before you could even cross the threshold his arms were wrapped around you. “Don’t go.”

“You don’t love me… you don’t want me.” You tried to push yourself out of his arms, you needed to leave. You could feel yourself breaking underneath his finger tips. “You left me for some broad that doesn’t give a shit about you.”

“That’s not true. I love you, okay?” You looked at him, almost expecting him to laugh in your face and push you out the door. “You’re my best friend and I love you. I never left you for some chick.” 

“Then why?” 

“Because, Y/N, you’re so good. You’re so pure. You’re everything I’m not. I’m bad for you. You need someone in your life that is like you, someone who can make you happy.” 

“You make me happy. Please don’t leave me.” 

“Okay.” He said simply.

12.10 coda

Sam twitches all the way through the nature documentary that Dean chooses for Castiel’s sake. It gets so bad that he knocks his beer right off the table, splashing Dean’s shoes.

“Aw, come on, man,” Dean grumps, standing. “Now I gotta get the mop.”

He stands and heads for the door, but he hesitates as he moves around the table. He pats Castiel on the shoulder, much more gently than usual. The touch doesn’t escape Sam’s attention.

He licks his lips and dutifully keeps his eyes down so they can have their moment. Castiel sighs under the contact like it really does relieve some of his burden.

Sam waits a full minute and a half so he’s sure that Dean is out of earshot. And then he clears his throat.

“Not to keep harping on it or anything -”

“You’re wondering if I made the right call,” Castiel sighs. He settles deeper into his seat. “With Lily.”

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BTS reaction to feeling their baby kick for the 1st time

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Seokjin

Jin would be totally calm and collected and just straight up break into tears when he feels his child kick for the first time.

“Are you okay?”

“No? I don’t know?”

Originally posted by xxjoohoney

Yoongi

I feel like Yoongi would act like it’s not that big a deal until he actually feels his child for the first time. His eyes would get big and he would be totally whipped from that moment on.

“Little Min genius junior…”

Originally posted by mn-yg

Namjoon

Namjoon would be so overwhelmed he would start crying.

*wipes away tears hastily*

“That’s… cool. Totally not… life changing…”

“Are you crying?”

“NO, MY EYES ARE SWEATING.”

Originally posted by hogays

Hoseok

Hoseok would be super excited and loud, until he actually feels his child. I feel like he would go really quiet and just hold your belly.

“Oh…”

Originally posted by tbhobi

Jimin

Jimin would be pretty surprised when you asked him to touch your belly. The second he can feel your baby kick he would get very quiet and give your belly a kiss.

“Are you okay, Jimin?”

“I just told them that I love them and that I can’t wait to meet them.”

“I think they understood you. The baby is kicking like crazy” 

Originally posted by chimchams

Taehyung

He would be all over you, the second you feel your child kick. He would get all excited and start rambling about all you future plans, and how both of you are so excited to meet them.

“I can’t wait to hold you in my arms, little bean.”

Originally posted by bwipsul

Jeongguk

Kookie would be almost too shy to touch your belly. He’s so in awe and can’t really believe it yet that his little baby is right there.

“That’s our little baby in there? Hey, little one!”

Originally posted by vismyhope

-Admin Krümmel

Apologies

Description:  After a fight, Taehyung can’t bring himself to apologize to his girlfriend until he realizes that she might have moved on.  If he wants her he needs to go get her.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Smut and Angst

Word Count: 11620

Warning: Rough sex, possessive dirty talk, spanking

A/N: These just keep getting longer, sorry about that.  A special thanks goes to @avveh for being my soundboard and helping out.  Hope jealous Tae is everything you (and I) want!

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When You Fail To Be 2

So, yeah, part 2 (: @kaxpha enjoy ! <3 

I keep saying this, but well, I did my best and I hope I did okay with it! Please excuse any grammar mistakes and …the poor writing. 

Part 3 should be up later on the week. That’s going to be Lance and Shiro’s angst. 

Ok, i’m done rambling. 


Lance wakes up at the sound of a soft humming near him and he sighs unconsciously as he feels fingers passing through his hair in a soothing motion.

He recognizes Allura’s smell, a mix that reminds him of roses and vanilla. Lance hums contently, unconsciously leaning his head further into her touch and almost whines when her voice stops abruptly.

“Lance? Asteráki?” She calls softly and Lance limits himself to hum, pushing his head further against her lap. “Asteráki, I need you to open your eyes, please?”

Slowly, ever so slowly, Lance finally gathers enough strength to open his eyes and the first thing he sees is Allura’s worried face but a soft smile appears on her lips as soon as she sees his baby blue eyes.

“Hi, there.” She whispers, stroking his cheek tenderly and Lance’s mouth twitches upward.

“Hi.” He says hoarsely.

“How are you feeling?” She asks in low voice and pulls the blanket tighter around Lance as she watches the brunet shiver.

“…Good?” He coughs out, trying to suppress the shivers that shake his body, “I’m good.”

“Yeah, sure.” Allura says unconvinced and Lance doesn’t need to look up to know she’s rolling her eyes, “Try to not move a lot, please. I will be right back, I’m just getting you some food, okay?” Lance whines when Allura pulls his head up and places it gently on the pillow, “Sh, it’s okay. I will be right back.”

Lance faintly hears the sound of the door opening before it closes with a swoosh. Letting out a sigh, Lance turns and props himself up until he’s half sitting in his bed, panting harshly at the excessive movement.

He leans heavily against the wall, tightening his hold on the blanket around him and then closes his eyes. It shouldn’t have passed more than three minutes before he hears the door open once again.

“’Lura?” Lance rasps out and feels someone sitting on the edge of the bed.

Frowning at her silence, Lance blinks to clear out his blurred vision and his eyes widen at the figure of his boyfriend at the end of the bed.

“Keith.” Lance breaths out, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of the black haired teen, “H-Hey, you. Good t-timing, a cradling and c-cuddle session would be n-nice.”

He tries to smile playfully, but his smile quickly falls when Keith keeps his eyes down and turns his head away from Lance’s direction.

Lance’s heart stops and then he’s sucking in a sharp breath. “K-Keith?” He calls again, his voice soft and small, vulnerability dripping from it, “A-Amor?”

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When Will I Stop Feeling Blue: An alternate version of What’s the Use of Feeling, Blue

(I am fully aware of the double meaning of the title and main line but I just wanted to get this out of my head. I didn’t spend a very long time on it afraid.)
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