or maybe hes just crazy

Remember that you don’t have to have anything to offer to be wanted, you’ll find people that just appreciate your presence in their lives because they like you.

cardiac arrest (m) | pt. 1

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 (coming soon)

⇒pairing: taehyung x reader (ft. hoseok)

⇒genre: doctor! au | angst+fluff, smut at the end

⇒length: 14k

⇒summary: you’ve always thought the only thing you’ve ever wanted was to become a doctor, but then you meet him.

a/n: wowie its been a while i’ve been super busy with a ton of crap and im still busy but i really wanted to write this and get it up for you guys! part 2 will not come out for a while, but ill try my best!

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Finally finished! XD A set of Rumples that I started weeks ago to go with my Belles! These were super fun to draw and I love how they came out! 

My personal favorite is little Spinner!Rum but I still can’t decide if I love or hate his crazy disco shirt in the fourth one! (ノ^ヮ^)ノ*:・゚✧ Enjoy!

NO

NONONONONO

ASLDKFJS;L I JUST WATCHED THE VERY LAST EPISODE OF HANNIBAL

THE LAST AND I CANT BELIEVE IT

SO MANY THINGS WERE HAPPENING IN THE LAST FIVE MINUTES AND I KNEW IT COULD NEVER END IN A SATISFYING WAY AND I SAW THE CLIFFHANGER COMING FROM FIVE BAZILLION MILES AWAY AND I KEPT WATCHING AND NOW I’M LITERALLY SCREAMING

HOW THE FUCK COULD THEY MANAGE TO GET SHOT AND STABBED AND FALL OFF A FUCKING CLIFF AND ASLKFJAS;LK AND THE THING RIGHT BEFORE THEY FELL WAS THE GAYEST SHIT IVE EVER SEEN IT WAS GLORIOUS AND FRANCIS WHY DID HE HAVE TO DIE AND AAAAAAAACKJH

WHEN

TELL ME WHEN 

IS THE NEXT SEASON COMING

I NEED IT

“Gavin tell him to stay!”

“Oh my god he’s fast! That’s amazing!”

Let’s Play Minecraft - Episode 162 - Cretaceous Park

Goddess

Request:Hello! So every stinking time I ask about T'Challa people say no so fingers crossed on this one lol. But I was wondering if you could do an ask on T'Challa finding out his significant other is pregnant and him just spoiling her and being all protective and all that because T'Challa is a precious cinnamon roll and I love him.

You were beyond eager to give your husband the news, after months of trying you were finally pregnant. T’Challa was due back any minute from a brief mission with the Avengers. As you waited you paced, full of nervous energy. Despite knowing that the two of you would be alright with a little one it still made you unbelievably nervous. There was a big difference between trying for a baby and having the baby be a reality. Your hand touched your stomach, despite there being no baby bump to gratify your touch, however just the knowledge that there was a group of cells inside of you destined to become a baby made you smile. You were going to be a mother. You find yourself looking at yourself in the mirror, trying to imagine how you’d change, how the expanse of your beautiful brown skin would stretch to accommodate a child.

“Admiring your beauty, love?” T’Challa questioned. You jumped at the sudden sound of his voice. You hadn’t heard him enter. You turned and hurried into his arms. He pulled you into a tight hug.

“I’m so glad you’re home,” you gushed with a grin. T’challa looked down at you fondly, moving a bit of your hair out of the way.

“I am glad to be home,” he admitted and leaned down to kiss you. You accepted the kiss gratefully then just looked up at him. You didn’t know how to bring up the subject. Could you just blurt it out?

“Is something the matter?” he questioned.

You shook your head still smiling, “I’m pregnant,” you blurted, too excited to make any build up. Even without any dramatic suspense he was stunned into silence for a moment, before he seized you in another embrace, this one sweeping you off your feet. He spun you in a circle and kissed you all over your face. You laughed grabbing his face so you could kiss him properly. As he set you back down he was still smiling.

“I love you so much,” he proclaimed.

“I love you too.”

T’Challa always treated you like a queen… and not just because you are. He spoiled you to the max. Not just with material things but with his time and affection. For some reason you had expected that to die down as you grew bigger with your child. You were unbelievably wrong. He pressed his lips to your round belly sending love to you and your baby.

“You are so beautiful,” he grinned at you as you sat in bed. You rolled your eyes at him and looked down at your beach ball belly.

“Yeah, yeah,” you laughed.

“I mean it. Look at you,” he pointed at the body mirror across the room. You got a good look at your profile from there, “you are glowing, you are a goddess.”

“Why are you so damn sweet?” you gushed as you attacked his face with kisses.

“You are the love of my life, bearing my child. I know no other way to honor one I love so much.”

Just like that you were crying, and maybe it was just the crazy pregnancy hormones, but either way he gathered you up in his arms and held you close. You fell asleep in his arms, you woke up in the middle of the night with an extreme hunger for pickles. You carefully got out of bed, being sure not to wake your husband. The kitchen was fully stocked with all of your usual cravings. As you looked in the fridge you also decided to grab some ice cream. You fixed yourself a bowl of ice cream… that quickly turned into a sundae as you added toppings. However you still wanted your pickle. You struggled to open the jar and as you did so you heard T’Challa call your name. He sounded distressed, you could hear running footsteps.

“What? What’s the matter?” you asked suddenly tense as he came to stand in the kitchen with you. He ran a hand over his face and let out a sigh.

“You weren’t in bed, I got worried.”  he said in an exasperated tone.

“I just went to get a snack. This little monster has me ravenous.”

“You should have told me.”

“You were asleep.”

“Wake me up next time.”

“I can make myself a snack. I’ll be okay.”

“Anything could happen! What if you fell? Or what if someone was in the palace?”

“I doubt that would happen, but if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll  wake you up next time I want a snack in the middle of the night.”

“Thank you,” he walked over to you and hugged you. You sighed softly and hugged him back, jar of pickles still in hand. As he let you go, you handed him the jar.

“Open this for me?” you asked.

~Mod Lillian

Different Kind of Punishment.

Summary;Y/N get’s detention for not doing her homework again but Mr.Hemming’s has a different kind of punishment for her. 

word count;800 

Message me if you would like part 2! 

Part 2 will contain sex just a little warning! 

I hope you enjoy this, i had this in my notes and decided i would post it

Y/N Pov

i knew getting involved with him was a bad idea but now i can’t help it.

it was never meant to be like this.

I got detention, nothing knew there.

But something changed, he didn’t look at me the same. I thought something was up with him but i never thought having sex with him would change everything.

I am in love with my teacher and there is nothing i can do about it.

He ignores me every chance he can get and he asked if i could transfer English class.

it’s not fair,but he’s married.

his words to me that night were “i love my wife, i want to make it work”

i never expected it to happen like it did, but who knew detention would lead to having an affair for 4 months with a teacher, a married teacher.

The sex was great, better than i had ever had.

i’m 17 years old and have had 3 boyfriends in high school so i wasn’t a stranger to sex, i have had it plently of times but i never had that feeling i had when i was with him.

nobody knows about not even my best friend Lucy. She would freak out if she knew,she had a crush on him but i never really did until that day.

it has been really hard not having anyone to talk to, i could talk to him but he won’t talk to me.

Yesterday at School just as the bell rang for home time i saw her, his wife. She’s beautiful, everything i wish i was. She has long blonde hair, the body and the face. No wonder he loves her, no wonder he want’s to be with her over me.

They were high school sweethearts he told me, he had the biggest crush on her since Sophomore when he was at school, he talked about her like he still had a crush on her.

It broke my heart, but it was my fault for asking him about her.

Things haven’t been working out in his marriage the last couple of months, anyone could see that at school. He wasn’t himself, always arriving late to class, clothes not ironed and he looked angry like he had just been arguing with someone. Which was probably his wife.

I guess that’s why we kept having sex for four months, i was his escape.

he made me feel special. Yes the sex was rough but sweet.

I really thought he liked me, i remember the first time.

4 Months ago..

It happened on a Wednesday but days before i could tell something was up with him. He stared at me more than he should have, when he passed my table i could feel his hands touch me longer than it should have.

By Wednesday.. i was convinced maybe he liked me but i thought it was just my crazy thinking.

I got to class early because i wanted to see him,it was quiet when i walked in. Mr. Hemmings was just going through some marking when i entered. He looked up and then looked down not saying anything, i thought nothing of it and then i just sat down on my seat.

“Well looks like i’m the first one here again” I mumbled to myself as i tilted my head slightly hoping to get a reaction from him or even a sound.

“SHUT UP” Luke shouted dropping his marking on the table making them spread all of it and fall onto the ground.

He walked around his table angrily over to me, i thought he was going to shout at me but next thing i know his hands are on my waist pulling me up to stand on my feet.

everything happened so quick. i didn’t have time to think or to even breathe and then he spoke

“You need to shut up you prick teasing little bitch”

i was so shocked by his words..

I never thought he would ever speak to me like that and the tone he used aswell shocked me more than anything,but i couldn’t help but feel turned on. It wasn’t a tone he would use when he was shouting at a pupil in class, it was like a dominant voice.

But how am i a prick teasing little bitch? I don’t walk around with my skirt up to my arse, i don’t unbutton my top for him in class, i’m just a normal pupil.

What have i done?

i was about to speak to try and calm him down but he spoke again “ You’re going to listen to me and not speak. The rules are;

Rule 1;You only answer with Yes Sir, No Sir"

Rule 2;Don’t ever call me by my name”

and Rule 3;Never speak of this to anyone"

“Do you understand Y/N” he said

“Ye sir” i spoke.

What is he going to do now..


So guys i hope you liked this, i wrote this ages ago so i’m sorry if it’s shit!

I was going to write the smut part and then post it but i’m going to see if you guys like it or not first. 

Message me or comment if you would like me to continue this. 

Until next time 

thankyou 

Love Morgan xxxxxx

The One With The White Lie

Pairing: Chris Schistad x Reader x William Magnusson 

Summary: With William secretly crushing on Noora while he’s dating you, Chris see’s an opportunity to have you to himself… even if it means lying to you. 

A/N: if any of u watch SKAM message me to scream!!! bc i’m obsessed!!! (and lowkey need friends!!!)

MASTERLIST, MOBILE MASTERLIST (you can like it and save it for later!)


“Find it,” William says in frustration, running his fingers through his hair. I watch him from the corner of my eyes, “I’m looking, okay?” I mumble, down on my knees, looking under the bed.

He kicks the leg of it and I scramble away, “What the hell, William?!”

He crouches down beside me, burying his face in his hands, “Sorry, I’m just –“ he shakes his head, “Why did you take it y/n?”

“I didn’t know it was Chris’ stuff,” I mutter, avoiding his eyes, “I thought it was yours and I was cleaning up so I thought I’d put it somewhere safe, I guess,” I shrug, looking around the room.

While I’d been tidying William’s room, I’d found his drug stash. I was vacuuming and put it somewhere and I couldn’t remember where. Only problem as that it wasn’t William’s and it was worth a lot of money.

Still, I knew there was something else behind William’s behaviour. He wasn’t the type to get angry over something so trivial but lately he’s been using any excuse to stay pissed at me.

“I’ll find them, William,” I reassure him, standing up, “But it’s 1am.” I rub my eyes, stretching my arms over my head.

“Maybe you should sleep at your place tonight,” he says offhandedly, looking out the window.

“Okay,” I sigh, “I didn’t bring my car though. I can’t exactly take the bus.”

He lies down on his bed, pulling his phone out of his pocket, “I’ll tell Chris to give you a ride on his way to Eva’s pregame.”

I scoff but he pretends not to hear me, turning on his side so his back is facing me.

Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I head downstairs. The sound of Chris revving his engine outside is the only thing that keeps me from barging back upstairs and smacking William with a pillow – or something more painful.

“This is the third time this week I’ve had to pick you up,” Chris says as I climb in. I lean back against the head rest, squeezing my eyes shut.

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” I mumble, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“It’s not you who should be sorry,” he says, looking at the front door of William’s place, “If he’s going to kick his girlfriend out he should have the decency to drive her home.”

I shrug, inhaling and exhaling deeply. Judging by how William reacted, Chris wouldn’t be too happy to hear about his drugs.

“No, I am sorry, Chris,” I turn to face him, “I – I misplaced your drugs,” I choke, beginning to cry. Within a few seconds I was sobbing into my hands, “I thought they were William’s and I put them somewhere. I looked everywhere but I can’t find them. I’m so sorry!”

Chris stares at me with furrowed brows, pulling me against his chest as he strokes my hair, “Don’t be sorry, y/n – it’s – they’re just drugs. They don’t even matter,” he pulls away from me, cupping my face in his hands, “Is that why he kicked you out?”

“He said it was worth a lot of money,” I sob, “I’ll – I’ll pay you back, I promise.”

“Y/N,” he shakes his head, “It’s not important. Is that why he kicked you out?” he asks in disbelief.

“I don’t know. He’s been weird – I – I don’t know what I did,” I stutter. Chris sighs, wrapping his arms around me as I rest my head on his shoulder.

“Trust me, it’s not you,” he mumbles bitterly.


Monday was a shit show. At least on weekends I could avoid William without if being a big deal but at school, everyone noticed.

And the minute it looked like we were over, girls would throw themselves at him.

The minute William walked past me without so much as a ‘hello’, whispers spread around like wildfire, as well as rumours.

I never gave much attention to rumours, but there was one I couldn’t help but listen to since it was coming from the Penetrators.

“I’m telling you y/n, he’s hooking up with Noora. That’s why he’s trying to get rid of you, “ one of them says to me, scoffing.

“That’s enough,” Chris spits, standing between us, “Don’t listen to them, they’re just being assholes,” Chris says, leading me away by the arm.

He pulls me inside an empty classroom and I lean against the window sill, looking out at the courtyard.

“Hey,” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, “You okay?”

“Is it true? About Noora?”

Chris’ silence makes my heart leap out of my chest, “Chris?”

“No,” he sighs, “Not exactly.”

“W-what does that mean?”

Chris cups his hands behind his neck, looking up at the ceiling and blowing air forcefully through his lips, “He likes her.”

“Likes her?”

I feel my throat tighten and swallow hard, “Like –likes her?”

Chris nods, looking at me sympathetically.

“Are they screwing?” I ask, not really wanting to know the answer.

Chris nods once, staring at me, “You deserve better,” he says softly, resting his forehead against mine, his hands on my waist, “So much better.”

“Chris…”

Even though I shake my head, something inside me wanted to kiss Chris, not just to get back at William. He’d always been there for me, as a friend – as more. And especially lately, with William’s crappy behaviour. I wasn’t sure how I would’ve gotten through it if not for him. Still, I press a hand to his chest.

But he doesn’t care. He kisses me, pinning me against the wall.

I so badly wanted to kiss him back, but I knew I had to end things with William, if he didn’t end them with me first.

“Chris,” I say, pulling away, “I can’t do that to William.”

“Who cares,” Chris growls, “What about what he’s doing to you?!”

“And what exactly is that?!” a voice comes from across the room.

I look over Chris’ shoulder and realize William is standing there, with quite a few people watching over his shoulder.

“Fuck,” I mumble, already rushing to stand between them. William barges over and I push him back by his chest.

“Did you really just fucking kiss my girlfriend you fucker?!” William yells. I struggle to keep him away from Chris – not that Chris was backing away.

“Who cares?” Chris spits, “It’s not like you’re kissing her; someone might as well!”

“Fuck you!” William shouts.

“William,” I yell, practically dragging him towards the door. People only move out of the way when I start shoving them.

Once we’re in the carpark, he pulls his hand out of mine.

“I’m going to kill him,” he grunts, slamming his hand against a car, “Kissing you when you’re pushing him away – what the fuck was he thinking?!”

“William,” I try to interrupt, but he’s too angry – enraged.

“William,” I repeat, turning him to face me, “Why do you care? You were going to dump me anyway.”

“What are you talking about?” he frowns, moving hair out of his face.

I slump, leaning against one of the cars, “You and Noora.”

Suddenly he stands still and looks me in the eyes, for the first time in what feels like weeks.

“Was it Chris that told you?” he asks, lowly.

“No, I heard the Penetrators talking about it. Chris just confirmed that you were sleeping together because I was totally freaking out.”

“S-sleeping together?!” he exclaims, “We – we haven’t even held hands!

“What?” I frown, “So you two didn’t-“

“No, I wouldn’t do that to you,” he shakes his head vigorously, pausing to take a deep breath, “But I do like her. A lot. Which is why I’ve been such an asshole. I felt really guilty about it and you were always by my side, being perfect-“ he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, “And I didn’t deserve your kindness. Or your love.”

“It’s okay,” I sigh. It wasn’t, but I was tired of fighting with him.

“It’s not,” he says, taking my hands in his, “I’ve been such an asshole. I should’ve just told you how I felt,” he traces a finger down my cheek, wiping away a few tears, “Even after how I treated you last night, you’re standing here, not punching me in the face,” he chuckles, “Just listening to me – because you’re amazing.”

We stand in silence, listening to each others breathing. I’d always been so afraid of breaking up with William. Of letting his hand go. But I do it.

He looks down at it, tracing his thumb over his fingers, “So I guess this is it, we’re breaking up?”

“It’s probably for the best,” I say, “If you’d been an asshole to me any longer, we wouldn’t have been able to recover and stay friends.”

“So, you’ll still be my friend?” he asks. I rest a hand on his cheek, “Of course… with time.”

“And what about Chris? Are you still going to be his friend?” he asks, “I don’t know why he lied to you about Noora and I. Or why he kissed you. I never thought he’d do that to me,” William says, his jaw clenched.

He relaxes a little, his eyes focused on me, “Maybe he’s just crazy in love with you like I was. Remember how many fights I got into over you? Remember how you punched me in the face when I kissed you without asking?”

I nod, laughing.

“But you didn’t punch Chris,” he says sceptically, tugging a strand of my hair and winding it around his finger, “Which means…”

“Which means?” I raise a brow.

I already fucking knew what it meant, but something was very satisfying about watching William squirm to say it.

You like him,” he deadpans. I shrug, “He is terribly good looking.”

“Try terrible, full stop,” William scoffs.

“That’s not very nice,” Chris says, approaching us.

“Asshole,” William leers, slamming his shoulder into Chris as he walks off.

“Neither is that,” Chris says, rubbing his shoulder and watching William storm off.

He turns to me, “So did you two… talk?”

I nod, “We broke up.”

He inhales sharply, trying to conceal a small smile.

“About before,” he says, “I shouldn’t have kissed you, not like that, when you didn’t want to.”

“I did want to,” I say, “Just not while I was still together with William.”

You did… want to?” he raises a brow.

“I did,” I trail a finger down his chest, “But now…”

“But now?” he swallows hard.

“Now I don’t really want to be with someone who lies to me,” I say, quietly, looking into his eyes, “Why did you tell me they slept together?”

Chris sighs, letting his head hang, “I don’t know,” he slumps, “You were just there – looking all beautiful and sad. And I knew William was treating you like crap because he wanted to be with Noora but didn’t have the balls to end things with you – or because he loves you. And… I love you too and I saw a chance and took it.”

“You know that makes you an asshole, right?”

He nods and I hug him, resting my chin on his shoulder.

“You still like me though, right?” he asks, “You’ll still give me a second chance?”

“What makes you think that?” I ask.

He smirks, “You didn’t punch me in the face when I kissed you.”

2

Oh no… Why? I can’t believe this… Is that… really chains? Am I the only one who noticed that?

OMG! Seriously, did Shiki chain himself to her? I can’t….he’s crazy.

I noticed an interesting pattern

So for the majority of his appearances on the show, Crowley’s attire has been such

The dress shirt with jacket, tie, and coat

But season 10….

we got to see him without the coat for most of his scenes, and now season 11…

he’s gone and unbuttoned the jacket

In conclusion he has been slowly leaving less and less to our imaginations…I for one impatiently await the season where he’s walking around with only the tie on

Fixing Things

Dean hadn’t even noticed he was doing it at first. He just did it blindly and it never seemed to bother Castiel so he kept doing it. Fixing things. His lapel, his tie, his hair.

It’s the sort of simple, easy things he’s good at, the kind of things that show people he cares without him actually having to say it, the kind of things that take the bite out of his words when he says something stupid.
That’s what he’d thought anyway.
Now, he’s not so sure.

It was his fault, you see.
He told Cas to never change but he was the one who exploded time after time, taking it all out on the angel, picking him apart when he was angry, reaching for all the stupid things that he actually loved about Cas to use them as ammunition.

It started with the tie.
Dean always fixed Cas’ tie. It was their thing. Cas didn’t even frown anymore, he just kept talking about whatever new problem had come up in their lives. So, when Castiel hadn’t given any news for a whole week, even after Dean’s insistent calling, and then showed up like nothing was wrong, it began.
Dean scoffed when Castiel said he was there to help, his face blank but his insides burning with acidic bitterness and wrathful anger. Out of spite, and because hurting back when he was hurt was the only way he knew how to deal with these things, he’d snapped:
“What the fuck do you think you can help with if you can’t even tie your freaking tie?!”

After that, Dean never had to fix Cas’ tie again. Cas always showed up with it lined up and turned with the right side out. He pretended it didn’t matter, pretended he wasn’t being slowly eaten away by remorse, pretended on and on until he actually made himself believe it wasn’t that important anyway.

Then, came the trenchcoat.
Dean had been furious, absolutely furious. Cas had jumped in front of him during a hunt and got a knife to the chest. And sure, he hadn’t died and he was okay, but Dean was still shaking and mad beyond belief, so he’d spit it out:
“I don’t need some jerk that doesn’t even know his coat size jumping in front of me, thanks but no thanks.”

Cas had looked so broken and helplessly lost right then that Dean almost backed down, almost hugged him and apologized and pleaded that the angel didn’t do that sort of thing because he couldn’t take Cas getting hurt because of him again. But that was too much, too soon, and Dean was still trembling with the thought of losing Cas, so he turned his back and walked away.

The next time he saw him, Cas was wearing a trenchcoat that was far too small for his size, looking awkward and uncomfortable without the beautiful beige flowing behind him majestically. Dean swallowed hard and looked away.

He promised he wouldn’t say stupid things like that again because obviously Cas wasn’t getting that he didn’t really mean any of them, that he was just mad and horrible at dealing with all these emotions. So the hair thing came out of nowhere.
He had noticed that Castiel’s hair looked more tamed each day and it was confusingly strange that his chest actually ached slightly whenever Cas showed up looking impeccable. But Dean just accepted it as a fact - telling himself he just missed the old Cas, all ruffled and messy and completely oblivious to human appearances.

So, when Cas had walked into the kitchen one day with messy hair spiking every each way, Dean didn’t question why his heart burst and soared, beating irregularly, instead he just rushed close and put his hands on the dark, soft strands that he hadn’t touched in too long. He’d even smiled, huffing as he commented fondly, “your hair is a mess.”

But Cas pulled back like he’d been burned, frowning so hard that Dean crashed from his high almost instantly. His hands replaced Dean’s on his hair and he apologized softly, assuring Dean he’d fix it before turning away and disappearing.

That’s when Dean knew.
That’s when he knew for sure it had been his fault.

Now, here he was, days later, hovering in front of Cas’s door, hand raised, ready to knock. But he couldn’t find the courage to do it. What would he even say? Where would he start?
He dropped his hand for the third time, finally deciding to give up completely and try another day, even though he’d told himself the exact same thing yesterday and the day before that. He was about to turn away when the door abruptly opened. All of the sudden, he was faced with a rumpled, startled Cas looking at him like a deer in headlights.
“Dean? What are you doing here?”
And then, worried, hands rushing to fix his appearance, “I wasn’t expecting you, I’m not presentable. I’ll just-”

But Dean put his foot on the door, stopping Cas from closing it, and barged in confidently. That is, of course, until he was inside, staring awkwardly at Cas while the bewildered, hesitant angel stared back. And… well, maybe he was crazy but he wasn’t good with words so he just did what he always did, breaking the space between them, hands reaching to gently fix Castiel’s hair before running down his neck, gently correcting the askew lapels and tie before patting Cas’s chest and dropping his gaze.
“It’s okay. I like fixing it.”
Cas frowned, tilting his head like what Dean had just said didn’t make any sense.
“You do?”
Dean swallowed, biting his lip and looking back up, trying for a grin but failing.
“Yeah,” he muttered softly, hands still running down Castiel’s coat though it was already fixed, “I do.”

And he’d done what he’d come here to do, so he just brushed another stray strand of hair from Cas’ forehead and turned away.

After that, Cas was back to his rumpled, oblivious self and whenever Dean grumbled about how much of a mess he looked that day while fixing him, Cas tilted his head slightly and smiled like he knew some deep, ancient secret that no one else did.

And hell, maybe he did, because it was the angel that leaned over one day, his lips brushing over Dean’s in a soft, gentle kiss. At Dean’s startled, wide eyes, Cas had just smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Thank you, Dean.”

After that, it became a lot harder to fix Cas’ look. Whenever Dean tried, he always ended up doing worst. When he grumbled about it, all flushed cheeks and swollen lips, Cas just made fun of him and kissed him again.

pretty boy

Every single time he ever attempted to speak to someone he found remotely attractive, he would stutter. Or ramble, or trip over his shoelaces even when they’re tied. Either that, or he just didn’t speak at all. He got pretty good at following around the friend group she was in, just so he could be around her even if he didn’t talk at all. He was lucky, that one of his friends happened to be her friend, making it easier for him to follow that group around. He had talked to her a couple times, but the last time he did, he ended up trying to be funny by talking loudly and pretty much just making a fool of himself. She was sweet, and she would never hurt anyone’s feelings, so of course she still laughed at his awkwardness, just so he wouldn’t feel bad.

Tonight was different though. Normally, she’d walk around with her group of friends, all of them following her like lost puppies. She was literally the queen, not only of Shawn’s world, but of everyone else’s too. And that was just another reason why he thought she’d never even look at him. But she was kind, so she always acknowledged his existence which was nice but of course it was never enough for Shawn. He wanted more than that. Tonight, felt like maybe, he might be getting more. Shawn liked to dance, and he loved being with his friends, but parties weren’t always his thing. Lately the only reasons he’d go to these parties was to see her. He lived for moments like now, sitting in a circle of people he enjoyed being around, people who made him laugh so hard his stomach hurt. And of course it was all 100 times better when she was in that circle too. And it was even more exciting when she was sitting right next to him.

The music was loud and he could barely make out what she was saying but he didn’t care. She kept looking at him, straight in the eye, and touching his shoulder every time he nodded and pretended to understand what she said. Her hair was curled, and it framed her face perfectly. She was soft, and smooth all over, and he only figured that, because each time she touched his shoulder, her hand would slide down his arm past his sleeve, skimming across his skin before snapping her fingers away and putting her hand back into her lap as she started a conversation with someone else. So, if her hand was smooth, why wouldn’t the rest of her be? She looked smooth. She looked stunning. She had big jewelry, around her neck and on her wrists, and sometimes Shawn would notice the bracelets get stuck on her sleeve. Each time, he’d tap her wrist and she’d quickly look down, only to laugh and say thank you, and then fix them.

Shawn tried his hardest not to stare, and he tried so hard to talk to someone else but every time he did, he would find himself ignoring them just to look over at her. Some of his friends even snapped at him saying, “Dude, I’m over here. If she’s that great to you, then talk to her.”

Shawn simply apologized for not listening to his friend, and then just shook his head.

Just as Shawn’s stomach stopped flipping, and he turned his head to say something to her, she got up. She got up and left the room, alone. Maybe she was going to the bathroom? No, usually girls go to the bathroom together right? Where would she be going by herself? And why was no one following her? Questions flooded his mind, and he got up too to follow her. He carefully walked behind her, hoping she wouldn’t exactly notice. After walking past several people making out against the wall, and drunk girls on the floor, Shawn was outside. And she was sitting on the curb of the road, looking at her phone. Was she okay? Shawn wasn’t sure if he should tell her he was following her, or if he should just leave. Maybe she wanted to be alone.

“Come sit.” She put her phone in her back pocket, and her head spun around and she looked straight at him, patting the curb, motioning for him to sit next to her. She knew he was following her. Crap. That’s embarrassing. Shawn walked over though, sitting right next to her, his face bright red.

“Sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Shawn spit out the words fast and awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

“I knew you’d follow me. That’s why I came out here.” She smiled at him, her head titled. She was so freaking perfect, yet not perfect at all. Her teeth were crooked and not the brightest white either, but she was still gorgeous. How is it possible for someone to make you feel this way? Shawn thought to himself as he stared at her.

“What?”

“Look, I know you like me. Word gets around you know? So, you see this curb we’re on? I hate it, with everything in me. But I don’t wanna hate it. So I thought I’d try to fix my anger toward it, by bringing someone cool out here. Someone I don’t hate.” The words came out of her mouth fast, and her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes were glossy, like she was going to cry and it looked like she was nervous. Was she nervous? About talking to me? And why does she hate the curb? Shawn had millions of questions, but he only got a few things out.

“Sorry if I made things awkward by liking you. But thanks for not hating me. Anyway, why do you hate the curb?”

She threw her head back as she laughed, and her hair went in all kinds of directions from the wind.

“A couple years ago, there was another party here. And I was with this guy. And.. I was crazy about him. And I thought he was crazy about me. That’s what he said to me at least. He told me, on this curb. He told me he loved me. Sad story short, this curb brings back horrible memories. And each time I sit here with someone else, and try to make new memories, I still feel pain. And I don’t wannaaaa! I don’t wanna be that girl that’s still sad about her ex, telling other pretty boys, stuff like oh listen to me tell you about my sad story! Make new memories with me! Even though that’s exactly what I’m doing. Sorry.”

She was right. She was sad, and she was trying to fill herself with other people to not be sad anymore. But Shawn didn’t know if he should feel upset, or flattered about the fact that she chose him to try and make new memories. He didn’t care that she was rambling about her past, he liked it. He wanted to know everything about her, and now he wanted to know who her ex was so he could kill him.

“Don’t be sorry.” Was all Shawn could say.

“You don’t talk much.” She giggled and leaned her head on his shoulder.

“That’s okay though. It’s nice to have someone that will listen.” She said, and looked up at him. His heart was beating ten times faster than normal and he hoped she could hear it. Maybe then she’d know how just how crazy for her he was, and he could be more than just a pretty boy she told her sob stories to.

“So thank you. For listening.” She lifted her head from his shoulder, and leaned into him close, their noses almost touching. Before Shawn could even say you’re welcome, her mouth found his and that was it.

There was an alarm in the back of Shawn’s head going off, telling him to pull away. She’s using you dude!! She’s using you as a replacement for her ex!! She doesn’t even like you!!

But the part of him that was in love with her, the part that had wanted this moment since he first saw her, said otherwise. And so, his hands found the back of her head, and he deepened the kiss. The air was cold, but it felt nice. Both their bodies were warm with excitement, and infatuation.

Her lips slowly detached from his but their foreheads were touching.

“I promise I’m not using you. I won’t do to others what he did to me. You’re different than other pretty boys.” She laughed a little, as she spoke under her breath. It’s like she read his mind.

Shawn placed his hand on her cheek, and kissed her again. Slower this time, more meaningful. He wanted to make sure this memory they were making, could fix her anger toward the curb, and he wanted to make sure she felt safe. The type of safe that he felt now, after she promised she wasn’t using him. Could she be lying though? Maybe. But Shawn didn’t care either way, because he cared about her, and even if she was using him, at least he was being put to a good use. At least he was helping to make her less sad.

Steal My Heart (steal my whole life too) 12/24

Genre: Chaptered, fantasy AU, Prince!Phil, Thief!Dan, romance, enemies to lovers, angst and fluff, slow burn (like serious slow burn)

Warnings: some violence, mentions of death (no main characters), dark magic, descriptions of wounds/blood, some hints of sexual scenes (but no actual smut), murder, dangerous situations, stealing/thievery

Summary: Captain of the Royal Guard and Prince of Morellia, Philip Lester has never been given the chance to find love. Instead, he’s run from a system that works to end class differences and improve equality for its citizens. Happy as he is to make the world a better place, Phil can’t help feeling bitter towards his ancestors for making it impossible for him to find someone who will actually love him for more than just his title, and strives instead for a life of justice and doing good - only to meet his match in the King of Thieves, a man who will change everything he once thought he knew in life. Together, they must depart on a quest to save the kingdom, and, in the process, destroy their differences and find their own form of love.

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i love this blog sooo much /and the storytimes make my day i thought I’d share mine!

This is a story about a guy and a girl. It all started sophomore year of Uni (Im a senior now!!!) So it was the beginning of the semester and I was in one of my classes for my major. In the beginning i would sit in the back because I would show up late because my other class was on the other side of the campus. As class began to settle I would notice this guy looking at me. mind you he sits in front of me.. The way the class is set up theres a small front row that is towards the door on the left side leaving a space in the middle separating the other side of the class(majority) on the right. Behind both sections is where i sit. So it was very awkward sort of because it was very noiticable. whenever someone would speak with the prof. that was in my section he would turn his whole body to look at me-not the person who was speaking but to me.

This carried along for several days. And randomly throughout the class he would “stretch” and when he did he would look at me as he would do it. Thats when i notice his face. He was cute!! I mean really cute! In my head i was thinking could this be it Jesus is this the man I am suposed to be with!. After class ended i noticed that we leave in opposite directions but somehow always meet in the middle and cross paths with one another but  he never says anything! But yet he would continue to stare at me in class!?! this made me so mad! Thats when he started pooping up at the cafe at the same times as me. theres two cafes at my school the old one which noone goes to(desert town) and the new 24 hour one.

I go to the desert town one its practically empty. One day I went to grab some pizza and I could feel someone staring at me when I turned around it was him! He was sitting down. It was so weird, but i just brused it off because at this point i was over the situation lol. the next day i went there again this time he was early with his friends and when I was approaching them to get something to eat he started  talking louder. I think to get my attention idk. But what he said is what tripped me out. something I forgot to mention is that I would bring red powerade to the class that I had with him alot.

Fast forward to the event he said :Hey man stop taking all the RED powerade".  Maybe it was a coincidence? He kept laughing (loudly) like to the point that alot of ppl were staring but soon as I left it was quiet. Junior year came and it was move in day for the new semester. I heard a man yelling at for his son but i didn’t think nothing of it.  but the guy kept yelling when i turned around it was HIM. he was moving in the building across from mine! nothing happened though i never saw him until 3 weeks in and it was at the cafe. this time i was like you know what enough is enough!! I’m going to talk to him there must be a reason we kept crossing paths. I mean I was going crazy maybe he was just shy.

Then i thought to myself that’s a lie bc when hes with his friends he joking around smiling or whatever. so anyways i told myself if i saw him again i would speak. I was at the burger station and i felt this presence behind but i didnt turn around. Then he spoke and i knew it was him. but guess what guys he didnt speak to me he spoke to the person in front of me!!!! So i asked him didn’t we have a class together or something (with a cute smile)?? trying to make small talk and he couldnt even look me in the eyes! He said idk and smiled and left. i was like really buddy really???  i was soo mad! This guy had me thinking about him for awhile and i thought maybe he liked me or maybe it was all in my head. 

After that i saw once more i was getting on the bus and he was getting off. I told myself to forget about him bc maybe it he didnt like me! I never saw him at the cafe or anywhere else. The beginning of Senior came I went into the science building to give something to my friend. I went on the elevator to leave the building. Soon as i got off i he was getting on. We made eye contact until the door closed. And i haven’t seen him all semester trust my i tried. I let it go. If its Gods will maybe one day our paths will cross again.

Earlier, I told @worriesconstantly that I could write a five page essay about how Jim Moriarty is the gayest man alive because yes he is alive and i will fight people on this and that he has the biggest crush on Sherlock. And then I realized something.

I am shit at writing metas.

So instead, here’s a list because screw writing paragraphs, I am far too lazy for that.

1. His first line of dialogue is literally just flirting with Sherlock.

2. In The Great Game, he disguises himself as a gay man in order to get close to Sherlock. The next episode comes along, and what does Irene say? “Every disguise is a self portrait.”

3. He says that he was just “playing gay” and then he keeps on talking with the same persona.

4.He texts Irene pictures of Sherlock with the caption “I’m sending you a treat.” Because that’s totally what Heterosexuals do.

5. He writes Sherlock’s name on the walls of his prison. Over and over again. That shit is wall to wall and they would not have given him something to that with unless they were idiots.

6. HE LITERALLY FUCKING BOTTOMS HIS GUARDS. WHAT ELSE ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DRAM FROM THAT?????

7. He calls Sherlock “The Virgin”

8. He calls himself “Daddy” and “Mr. Sex”

9. His face when Sherlock says that they had a special something

10. And finally, no straight man can have music tastes as good as him.

The best parts of Where We Are audiobook

Niall’s sounds the most scripted like he actually took time to think about these questions, and write down his responses.

He has one of the best vocabularies in the band.

“Didn’t get to finish school or do his exams.”

The fact that there was one suitcase in Niall’s house that they actually referred to as “the little suitcase.”

Laughing when he said, “Obviously we’ve managed to last more than six months.”

“Slugged it out in the back of a Mercedes van?” Slugged it out? In a Mercedes Niall, really?

“The band’s horizon’s seemed to be getting bigger and bigger every day.”

About the fans: “The fans are out of this world helping us.” He loves us.

Talking about when he got kicked out of a cab when they heard they got number one. “Me and my friend were just punching the head off each other and having a laugh.”

“Struts.”

“I don’t really get homesick where as some of the lads would, but it’s not going to last forever so might as well enjoy it as much as I can now.”

About the trip to Ghana. “People out there are incredible, their spirits are mindboggling. You can only try your best for them when you admire them so much.” He was great talking about this.

He has the best perspective about the trip out of all the boys. When he’s talking about the water and how he’s got a fridge at home full of it and taps, but they don’t have a bit of it. You can tell that he appreciated and really felt what the trip was supposed to be about.

“For a man who loves his sleep that can only be good to be fair. I do waste a lot of my life sleeping.”

“YOU EITHER WANT TO BE PAPPED OR YOU DON’T.” He didn’t scream that, I just thought all caps were important there.

“do the job so home then mostly sit in my house. I don’t go on many holidays. I prefer to sit in my house mostly.”

“London Premiere best day he’s had in his career to date.” Then he goes on to name 800 other things that he liked too, “but the film premiere is 100% right up there. It was a huge moment for us…..”

“Them two idiots up the back.” Him and Louis at the Premiere/

“In typical One Direction style we were terrible at it.”

Success of Midnight Memories “We were just delighted.” I love how he says delighted.

“He brought me down to Chelsea and I became part of the furniture down there.” About his rehab after his knee surgery.

“We were confident of One Direction, and we work hard to make the band succeed.”

“Trepidation.” Great Word.

“Typical mad One Direction Style.”

“Croke Park was a special one.”

Best Ending: “but you know what? I’m still mad about being in this band.”

 

Liam

“I’d come home completely covered in mud after playing football, eventually I had a pair of trousers for every single day of the week cause it was impossible for my mom to keep up with the washing.”

“Sitting in half my classes covered in mud.”

“My dad was amazing. He was my driving force to get out there and perform to people.”

“Maybe he wasn’t that crazy after all, maybe he can just see the future.”

“You know about all the dreadful disappointment about being rejected them like the overwhelming excitement of being put into a band with these other four lads, but to this day the moment they revealed they were putting us into One Direction is still the most amazing memory it’s still hard to believe.” They always talked about this, but never described like that.

“It’s hard to think we were thrown into the deep end so quick.”

“Our guardian angel was our fans.” Liam loves us too. Bless his little heart.

“an army of fans out there promoting and championing our band which you know you really can’t buy. So brilliant.” Keep the compliments coming.

“I feel like we haven’t really celebrated that.” Talking about the first album tour.

“You have to respect the idea that you just can’t walk out on to an arena stage.”

“Proper New York cold.”

How he says Lady Gaga and crazy in this sentence here “I think we set a new record beating Lady Gaga which was craazzyy.” It was funny.

“I remember staying up til stupid o’clock in the morning signing 500 CDS.”

The school trip story to the O2 a.k.a the Millennium Dome: “but I was just a dippy kid back then so my parents thought Ruth (his sister) would remember and appreciate the day more than me cause I’d been just bouncing off the walls and doing stupid stuff. So I did a little chuckle to myself when I got there ass I actually got to the millennium dome for free.” 

“This job can make you very self centered if you’re not careful.”

“and I was absolutely terrible at listening which I always have been.”

Class of 92 movie premiere: “He (David Beckham) like clocked me from across the room and you know when lads give each other the nod? Well, like I kind of gave him the nod cause he was saying like wazup (yes, wazup, that is not a typo), and he gave me the nod back, and then to my like shock he came over and said like hey how’s it going you alright Liam and shook my hand, and I was like this is mad like David Beckham just gave me the manly nod from the other side of the room and that’s like the sickest thing like….”

YES HE SAID LIKE THAT MANY TIMES. IT IS LIAM’S #FAVORITE WORD.

And no, I didn’t make that story up, oh, though I wish I had.

Louis

“I think I’ve always had persistence which I suppose I probably got from my mom, uh, she always encouraged me to do what I wanted to do and always just told me to give it my best and that’s what I try to do.”

“My mom’s pretty much the first person I go to for advice. You know I have a great relationship with my mom.” The first few minutes are devoted to talking about his momma, and I love that.

“We can travel the world which I don’t think, well, I know I wouldn’t have even been to America nevermind all the amazing places we’ve been at this age.”

“Doncaster is great, but you know I kind of wanted to see the world.”

“Even when we try our hardest to be sensible and mature we don’t do a very good job.”

Proof that Louis has seen This is Us, at least more than a couple of times. “You get taken away and bang you’re in this lifestyle and it is very alien.” Paul said nearly this same thing in the movie.

He loses his train of thought for a second when he’s talking about where he’s from. “ not many people from Donny record many albums, but anyway.” He says that ending very fast.

“There were often times I stand there and wonder how much the comments were relevant to me because my contributions to the band in my opinion at that time were so small.” Poor babe, but look at ya now.

“Delighted to be in the band.” Do they all say this word so wonderfully?

“It’s only been about since Midnight Memories that album that I’ve really felt comfortable with my voice.”

About the fans: “Little superfans trying to spread the word throughout the world.” More proof that Louis literally watches This Is Us every night before he goes to bed. Simon says this near the beginning of the movie, talking about the superfans.

The mattress story: “You wouldn’t get that now (the hesitation) they’d be straight down.”

“Four countries in four days.” Did he mean states?”

About a fan encounter after coming back from a tour. “It all got a bit aggressive I think I got me hoodie ripped off from me and I remember they dragged us into this tiny office with some police officers and the fans were outside surrounding it just banging on the walls. Yeah, it was intense. It definitely made us think there is some proper support there.”

About his man crush on David Beckham: “I’ve always idolized David Beckham. I just think he’s the coolest guy ever. Two or three of the lads me him before ME ( His tone is all like, How dare they?), and they had pictures with him right and I just saw these pictures on twitter and I was like what’s going on here I’d love to have met David, Becks, but anyway I did get to meet him in the end. I went to the Class of 92 premiere and uh, I’m just rubbish. I was trying to be cool, but you just can’t. I mean what do you say that is remotely impressive to David Beckham.”

He uses we a lot, not really I. It’s we did this, or we wanted that. That’s very interesting.

About Midnight Memories: “That we had a real, that we felt like we had a proper creative input on, not just a little bit, but we felt that we had a say over the whole thing.”

“it’s incredibly rewarding to be able to make music.”

“We’re very lucky that we have great fans that I feel like if we messed up on stage I wouldn’t really feel that embarrassed because I feel like they’re so behind you anyway that it’s cool and they kind of put you at ease too which is a nice feeling which is why it almost encourages us to mess about and be a little off the cuff on stage because they made it easy for us in that way.”

“I just feel like a Donny lad that got lucky.”

“Maybe when were older and wiser we might be able to put some perspective on it, but….it’s cool.

Zayn

“My own personality, individually….”

About playing characters/ acting: “When you’re in a band and you’re just portraying who you are as maybe as you know as a musical artist if you’re just trying to sing and be able the music then you’re just being yourself and I think behind that is, is probably the coolest thing to do, but at the same time it also adds pressure because that’s just you and that’s just who you are.”

Even to the sense that like when I was twelve or thirteen, I kind of still thought there’d be a chance I’d get super powers and be a superhero. So, I was definitely a dreamer. It took me a bit longer to grow out of that.” He shouldn’t have. I liked this version of Zayn better to be honest.

Reiterating: “Yeah, I was definitely a dreamer.”

The story we’ve heard 8,000 times about how Louis told him about the plane doing the loopdy loop the first time he was ever on a plane. Like you can just see Louis, stoic face, calm, just flat out lying to Zayn just to mess with him.

While on the X-Factor: “And we were in this little box room with bunk beds and a single bed.” Okay, so, who demanded the single bed?

Also the X-Factor: “And just seeing other people’s behavior, and you know how they would act and how they would do something or whatever and we were like maybe necessarily we don’t want to do it that way maybe we want to be a bit cooler about that you know we don’t want to wear our sunglasses inside and be weird.”

Liam mentioned some cattiness from the other contestants during his bit, I wonder how much of that they faced directly.

“Instead of being something else we were just interested in each other, and looking after each other, and being a band and being what we were about.”

About people recognizing them from the X-Factor: “one of the biggest shows…in the U.K. at that point.” Shady….or no?

“Somebody else…” “a different band” I’m pretty sure he’s the only one who didn’t name Big Time Rush directly.

About the blonde streak: “I forgot that I had the Olympics the next day?” Really???? Side eyes him suspiciously.

Good phrase: “You’ve made more of a noise.” I liked that.

“Sometimes I look to solo artists and feel a bit sorry for them.” Huh?

Harry

“I think I had a nice upbringing. My family was really nice to me.” Then he laughs because was that too sarcastic or not? Laugh, Harry, laugh so they know you were just joking.

“I grew up thinking everyone’s equal, everyone’s the same.”

When he looks at stuff from the X-Factor: “I look like I’m about twelve, and uh, I think it’s amazing to try to comprehend the fact that I was a kid.” – I read that way too heartbreakingly than I’m sure he meant it.

“Walking into a record label I always felt like I was walking onto a different planet.”

Describing the record studio: “There was like marble everywhere and it was all like shiney.”

About being excited about releasing the first album, the first songs after all the support the fans had given them before there was even an album. “It was time for us to give them something back.”

“I think we were just praying that people liked it because if they didn’t they’d be like uh, oh okay, maybe not I’ll go home.”

“The album had just gone number two,” mumbles…”thanks, Rhianna.” This kid is such a dork.

Then he talks about his hard on for sunshine, and all things being outside for at least five minutes.

Example: “Even if your car breaks down you’re just chilling in the sun for a bit. It’s actually not that bad.”

When they talk about coming back to the U.K. after that first major tour and getting chased by all those girls they all sound so excited, like of I got me hoodie ripped off and Liam lost a shoe and girls were banging on the walls and police had to escort us out, but It was totally great, would recommend 10 out of 10… except for Niall, I’m pretty sure the poor kid was traumatized…. That, or they are still in that I don’t want to offend anyone area.

Example: “We ended up going out in like a riot van which was probably a little over the top, but uh,…. It was fun.”

How he says, “Shopping mall.”

About all the promo and etc. “It was important for us to like justify why the album was number one.”

“Standing on the stage used to make me really nervous.” But look at you now….

About the second album: “I think you just want to people to hear it, and think it’s wicked.”

About putting out new material: “I think first of all you want people to not hate it then if people don’t’ hate it you want them to like it and if people like it you’re like uh,…..”

His thoughts on getting number one: “Then I was like sick, then it hit me.”

“My job, if you can call it a job.”

The trip to Ghana. He talks about it so well. “That it is different when you see it on TV than when you witness it in real life. The thing that triggers a different emotion is like all your senses are taken over by what’s going on, the smell, the smoke, the heat….”

“I think a big difference is made up of a bunch of little differences.”

“I think gossip is natural.” That would explain his sort of distance that he puts between him and any sort of news that goes out about him. It’s because he knows that its constantly in flux, and anything he says will only be magnified, and that it will make it stay around longer if he does. There just hasn’t been anything out that he really feels like he needs to comment on, but I think he would if he felt it was necessary.

“It’s important to remember that the job and the lifestyle aren’t normal.”

“It’s always going to be us the people who went through it.”