or were you expecting something more

Why is being average at something a bad thing? C is an average grade, which means you understood the material just as well as most people do, because that’s how you get “the average” of something. Why weren’t we told more often that it’s okay to be average? Like teachers and parents and other adults always said “do your best” but then they were disappointed if your best wasn’t up to their standards, which is bullshit. If my best is a C, then I did my best and that should count for something damn it. It is okay to be average, in fact it’s unrealistic to expect yourself or anyone else to be great, or even good, at everything. 

I like trains.

About a week ago I was on the train home after a day at university. I was wearing my latex catsuit, black hunter rubber boots and an Aversion Crown pullover (awesome band btw). Of corse at had my little holes filled with a plug and a dildo as per usual. So I got on the train and sat down on a seat and started to rub over the latex in front of my pussy very secretly. No one really noticed that until a young guy sat down next to me. With the time being I got more or more horny and more people got off the train untill the train was nearly empty. As you could imagine a slut like me wanted to suck that cock next to me very desperatetly.. so I spread my legs and started to masturbate since the guy and me were almost the only one on the train. Of corse he got hard and I started rubbing his crotch (hehe).. He said something like “I didn’t expect this to happen but I’ll take it” and opened his pants. I kneeled down in front of him and give him a good old blowjob. I have to admit that sucking his cock on a train turned me on pretty hard since public sex is just simply awesome. As soon as noticed the first drip of precum in my mouth I starded riding his cock with the plug still in my ass. I went up and down over and over again on his suprisingly huge cock while he teased my rubber tits. He fucked me prolly about ten minutes till he pushed me down on my knees and slammed his cock deep into my mouth. Must be ages ago since he came the last time cause I had to swallow two times to drink all of his sticky cum which tasted pretty sweet actualy. We exchanged numbers and he told me to call him if I ever need a cock.

Best train ride ever, wasn’t it?

Something Different //part1

Fandom: Supernatural

Summary: Slow-burn Crowley x asexual!reader. When Crowley notices you actually have a weak point, he becomes very interested in taking advantage of it. But not everything goes as he expected.

Word count: 1,621


A loud yawn almost broke your jaw. You rubbed your tired face that felt more like a mask, trying to wake up just a little bit more. Even though a fresh cup of coffee was an extremely tempting idea, you doubted you would survive one more. You were pretty sure that caffeine was flowing through your veins right now, after so many cups that you lost count.

It was a hard night. You and the Winchesters were wandering in the dark, trying to find out what was going on in a small city in the middle of nowhere. You hated this particular hunt. Nothing was going as it should be and since you arrived there, you have been attacked three times already in the span of a few days. But people were dying, so there was no chance of leaving it unsolved. To be honest, you didn’t even want to leave it be, you were a hunter after all – but you were exhausted after another sleepless night and another sleepless day when you had to interview more people. It was fair, actually. Dean had taken the guard before you, and Sam was supposed to watch over you two on the upcoming night. You still had no idea what was hunting people down in this city, but you were sure as hell that it was aware of your arrival. And it wasn’t happy.

You bit your lip slightly, just to keep your mind awake, but it took you only a few seconds to go back to your previous, barely alive, state. You were leaning on Dean’s Impala, watching the boys flirt with a middle-aged woman across the street. She must have known something she didn’t want to tell, because otherwise the boys wouldn’t be acting like this just for fun. Not in the middle of a hunt at least, you hoped. And damn on you if it wasn’t working.

“Hello, darling. Fresh and resplendent as always, I see,” a well-known voice erupted behind you. You could almost smell the sulfur. Or maybe it was overstrain.

“Yeah. Few more days like that and I may even visit you in Hell personally,” you muttered, not bothering to look back. You felt like every move was taking the tiny scraps of your energy that were left. You didn’t have many of them, so you surely weren’t in the mood for taking a risk.

“As much as I would love your visit, I am pretty sure it’s still too early for you,” Crowley said with a smirk, now standing on your left.

You gave him a tired look.

“But Dean-o said I will rest in a grave. It’s so tempting.”

Crowley laughed quietly at your poor attempt in joking, even though it was really bad. You have known each other for a while now, since you were working with the Winchesters and they had to use the demon’s help from time to time. You have known every sin and every move Crowley made even before you had actually met him – that was the boys’ way of protecting you from him and his charms. It was kind of cute of them, but they didn’t have to worry so much about you, to be honest. You were not a kid anymore. You understood how the world was working.

But even though Crowley was not a Saint, he was still playing by the rules and you respected this side of him, just like he respected your hunting skills. There were times when you had been a true pain in his ass, killing so many demons that he almost didn’t believe one person was able to make it. And yet, there you were, standing side by side.

“You feel alright?”

“I’ve been worse,” you shrugged. “But I’ll be back to my old self once we finish this mess. I wish we could do it soon.”

“I don’t have any information about this case, unfortunately.”

“Since when would you want to help us without begging?” you raised an eyebrow. “I thought the begging was the best part.”

“Oh, I still love it. I just do not enjoy seeing you in a state like this, it takes the fun out of your poor attempts in convincing me to do anything. Especially if you are driven to the limits because of some stupid monster.”

“And who’s saying that?” you asked sarcastically.

Crowley shot you a bright smile, obviously proud of himself for making you a little more alive.

“Maybe we could discuss this problem somewhere in private,” he offered slyly.

“Sure, ‘cause I obviously have so much free time right now. Who cares about people dying,” you dismissed his flirt. You weren’t even mad at him. He was Crowley. He flirted all the time, with literally everything that had two legs.

“I’m not saying about right now, but I’m always open for any…”

“Go there,” you pointed out to the other side of the street, where the Winchesters were working their magic.

Crowley frowned.

“What do you mean?”

“If you want to have fun, show the boys how they should charm the pretty lady, because I’ve been waiting for like half an hour and they still have no answers. Well, I mean, I’m pretty sure they have many answers, but none is useful for our case. And you may lose some steam by the way.”

The Demon blinked, taken by surprise.

“Darling, I’m pretty sure I sense something more than you are actually saying,” he stated carefully, watching you with concern. “If anything is wrong, you may tell me…”

“Sorry, Crowley,” you backed up, feeling guilty. He had nothing to do with your irritation and shouldn’t be blamed for it. “I’m just tired and everything makes me angry right now. I mean, just look at this woman – how can anyone be so stupid? Boys aren’t even trying, and she is still so tacky… And it’s gonna take some time before she says anything connected with the case.”

“Oh my, are you jealous?” Crowley gasped theatrically. “Is it Moose or Squirrel? Who should I hate even more?”

“Nah, stop it. I just can’t believe anyone can think like an animal. I mean, I’m used to it, but it still keeps me surprised every time people act like they have never heard about dignity.”

“It’s not that bad, everyone has their needs…”

“Crowley. She is drooling in front of them.”

“She is not…”

“Look closer. She just raised her skirt with the door frame, of course unintentionally.”

“…you may be on point a little bit.”

“Say that again, so I can record it.”

Crowley laughed quietly.

You yawned again. You had only slept in the Impala once and it left a not very comfortable feeling, but at this point, you were so tired you would fall asleep on the ground. You gazed longingly at the backseat, almost feeling the soft texture underneath your beaten up, exhausted body…

Crowley was observing you, but you were too lost in your thoughts to notice it. The two of you were neither friends nor  enemies anymore (for which he was more than relieved, but would never admit). You were an interesting person and he kind of enjoyed working with you. You often had those little conversations, when things weren’t in so much rush and you had a short break before rushing into new problems.

He got to know a few things about you. Most of the time, you kept being hardy and determined as to what did you want to archive. There was hardly anything one could use against you. And now… You probably didn’t even think about your words, but Crowley was rarely forgetting anything. And now he had something that could be considered as your weak point. Of course, he still wasn’t sure what precisely caused it, but was more than willing to find out. In a world where people and monsters constantly had to fight each other, having an advantage over one of your biggest opponents was at a premium.

“I guess the boys have finally found the answers they were looking for,” Crowley stated casually, looking at the other side of the street. The Winchesters noticed him and visibly hastened their steps.

“You sure you don’t want to teach them how to take from people what they want faster?” you asked.

“I think I still have to learn a few things myself, love,” he said in an abnormally nice tone. He was radiating with happiness, just as if he won a billion dollars. Or maybe souls, who knows what demons preferred.

“Okay,” you shrugged.

Before the brothers came to you, Crowley was gone in the blink of an eye. They didn’t look very pleased.

“What did he want?” Dean asked worried.

“I don’t know. Maybe he was bored in Hell. Can we finally go to motel? I’m dying…”

“You could take a nap in the car.”

“I didn’t want to be mugged. I hate breaking fingers of muggers, they scream so loudly…”

“Right. Let’s go back, Rambo,” Sam laughed, patting you on a head. You may be smaller than him, but you could toss him to the ground any second.

You wanted to remind him of that, but another wide yawn stole your words and closed your eyes, and after you entered the car, you already forgot what you wanted to say. Thanks, Chuck, that nothing important happened that day and you could sleep through the better part of it, not bothered by any more problems.

  • someone: you were pretty good at that thing, why'd you stop doing it?
  • me internally: I get extremely anxious when I think about doing something I might possibly succeed at because I base my self-worth on my achievements and other people's approval, I am afraid because I know I will never be able to live up to my own unrealistic expectations, I hate making mistakes because they make me feel worthless, I take negative feedback too personally, I feel immense guilt over not doing things that I've been avoiding which just makes me avoid them more, I feel ashamed and inadequate due to how difficult it is for me to stay committed to anything, I'm worried that I'll just end up disappointing myself and the entire world, and I am convinced that if I failed I would literally die.
  • me externally: idk i guess i've just been kinda busy lol

~MC: Are you alright, sir?!

Jumin: G-give me a moment…

based off of @promiscuous-jalapeno‘s barista MC x jumin HC

EDIT: Quality dropped, im so sorry! high res if you click on them individually~

{PART 22} I Won’t Stop You (M) // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; You hear the great history of Vampires as you have never heard it before. But as the door into Jungkook’s world is opened wide for you - many more open in turn. Jungkook finds himself overwhelmed with anger - and that anger turns into something you least expected.

“His love and protection were both her weapon and shield. She didn’t belong or willingly surrender to anyone; anyone that was, except him.”

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

{Part 1} // {Part 21} {Part 22} {Part 23}

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Answer Me.[Newt Scamander Oneshot].

Here’s the second part to my oneshot, “Ask Me”!!! If you haven’t read that one yet, I do suggest before reading this one!

Originally posted by toxicdaisiesbeautifuldisaster

Title: Answer Me.
Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader.
Words: 1920.
Rating: T. 

“I bet…” You stammered, looking down at him with teary eyes. Strange, you thought to yourself, you hadn’t actually expected to actually cry. And if you were to call it something accurate, it would be more along the lines of a romantically induced wail. Sputtering, you tried to regain control of yourself as the tears dripped from your eyes. They’d get caught on your eyelashes every so often, causing you to blink them away rapidly, but regardless, they found themselves slipping off your chin onto the wood floor below. A few stray drops at first, before the entire waterfall followed. There was nothing Newt wanted more in this moment than to reach up with both hands, cup your cheeks and kiss the tears away like he had always done. Something inside of him though kept him bent on one knee in front of you.  “I-I bet you’re expecting a yes.”

Your choice in words made him ponder. Opening his mouth to utter something, probably, ‘Well, a yes would be nice’, you laughed and reached a hand up to pat away at the tears falling down your cheeks. It wasn’t a gentle laugh either. It was one where you ended up knocking your head back, struggling to breathe as you placed your hands on your mouth to quiet yourself. Newt appeared slightly put off by the reaction you were giving him. Was it normal… He raised his eyebrows, for someone to laugh hysterically after being proposed to? He hadn’t thought so, or at least, he had never seen it that way before.  “You’re funny if you think you’re going to get away with asking me something like that with a simple ‘yes’.

“I could say something like… Yes to the way you insist on holding your wand in your mouth, or yes to the way your nose crinkles when you’ve found something incredible out.” Newt kept his gleaming eyes on you, smiling to himself as your expression changed from that of a slight immature playfulness to one of intense love and adoration. “Yes to the way you put your head on my shoulder when I’m trying to work, to the way you laugh at your own jokes when you think you’re alone… All the way to the kinds of kisses you give me, the stares you think I don’t notice, and the way you love me… You don’t even have to, you know… But you do, and I’m so lucky…”

Newt finally breathed as if he actually imagined your answer to be a startling ‘no’. Pushing back tears, he looked up at you and grasped your hand and allowed himself to kiss your knuckles once again. Contrary to the previous kiss there, this one lingered. His lips slipped over the skin of your hand before peppering a few loving pecks to the back of your hand. The blissful relief that had ran through his chest when you stopped talking was one of the best feelings he had ever received. Enlightenment, delight, complete and utter euphoria. If he could imagine what Cloud Nine felt like, it was the jumbled fuss of  feelings running inside of his body in this very instant. “You’re saying yes?” He was absolutely breathless and even saying that much was a task.

You laughed again, bending down onto your knees in front of him. He watched your movement gracefully, taking notes in how your body settled in front of him. With his hand holding yours ever so softly, he helped as best he could with getting you settled in front of him. With a waft of air, he caught hold of your scent. It was a soft fragrance, something that sparked in his mind every moment he smelt it. In all honesty, Newt could tell someone that it was a lovely mix of a rose scent, with a mild tint of perhaps mint. It was almost like walking through a candy shop at a young age only to discover what freshly made taffy smelt like, or even better, sitting in a meadow of flowers, surrounded by a stretch of blue sky with seemingly painted mountains in the distance. 

It was romantic to some and appeared to be a mystery to most. He had spent enough time with you, with his face buried in the crook of your neck to know that, but not much else leaving it open to mystical interpretation. And now, this was now an amazing smell, associated with a single memory in his life that he was going to remember.

“I can’t imagine living with myself if I ever said no to you.” Newt smiled slightly at you, drawing a deep breath into his lungs as he continued to listen to you, “And I don’t want to say no… Never… I could never say no to you, Newt…”

“And as we both know, I’m an ugly crier and had you said no, you’d have to live with that hideous face forever severed into your mind.” He joked with a playful grin, the wrinkles placing themselves around his mouth as he did. They weren’t a sign of age in anyway and on the contrary, they were signs of youth. Because to Newt, a smile meant much more than just a smile. It was genuine happiness and joyfulness, never forced unless provoked, and never fake.

“I think I’m going to regardless, because you look like you’re about to burst out into tears.” You laughed hoarsely, trying to contain your radiance as he plucked the ring rather shakily out its smooth velvet box. Rolling his eyes at your sass, he held his hand out for you to rest yours in. Your face faltered dramatically. Not in an awful ‘I’ve changed my mind, I don’t want to do this’ sort of way, but in the ‘I still can’t process that this is happening, you’re going to marry your best friend’ way. Right now, you became so self-aware to the point where it wasn’t even natural anymore. You could feel the tingling in your fingertips as you placed your hand in his as your touch brushed against his open wrist for a second. You shivered at the intense cool of the actual gold ring pressing against your skin as Newt delicately put it on. Your heart wasn’t beating in your chest, it was beating in your ears, least that’s what it sounded like. With wet, cold cheeks, you looked down at your hand eager to admire the newly placed jewlery but you didn’t even make it that far before falling forward against your love, desperate for him to hold you.

Opposed to the rather flightless and weightless sensation you found yourself locked in the moment he sputtered the words ‘marry me’, Newt was surprisingly grounded. In this sort of situation, he would have figured he’d be flying off the handle unsure of how to handle you cry, the bliss of your answer, and the general ‘this is really happening’ lament. With an exhale, his soft hair was blown away from his face. His eyebrows were arched, his expression mildly confused. What was he supposed to do?

 Actually, he knew what to do if he thought about it. And, there was not a second thought behind his arms locking behind your back. They rested a few inches above the small of your back and ultimately showered you in warm assurance and affection. Two things that you silently asked for after throwing yourself at him in such a careless fashion.

You tried to laugh it off, tried to make it seem normal but it wasn’t quite that. With a small hush, Newt sat back against the wall behind him, successful in shuffling your body into his now open lap. “Come here…” He had whispered while settling your body against his. The position was nothing new, and was actually one heavily favored by Newt. He could imagine it now. The fireplace roaring in front of your bodies, yours pressed so lovingly against his as he talked in a low voice.

“I thought I was going to be the complete train-wreck.” He told you gently, tucking back some of your hair. There was no fireplace, of course. But, there was still the sense of romance smothered with the unspoken that tugged at his heart. “I’m really surprised you’re not sitting here holding me. Which, I do ask you to do when this is all over, because I don’t think I can get through this without crying a little.” That reassured you greatly as Newt cupped your right cheek and wiped away some of the tears. “I’m taking your emotional response, with wandering of my exquisite habits and personality, along with light teasing as a complete and utter yes…?”

“Could it be anything else?” You swallowed gently, tipping your head towards the heat of his hand for the tears had left your skin feeling chilled. “Yes, Newton Artemis Fido Scamander, it’s yes… A thousand times, yes…”

Newt struggled to process a smile, the corners of his mouth curling into a vague trace of one before he finally cracked in front of you. Shutting his green eyes, he drew a deep breath in that was released in a sputtering pattern. His shoulders hunched forward as he found his head in the crook of your neck. Newt’s slender body was now pressed against yours, rather than yours being pressed against his. And really, you wouldn’t have had it any other way. Shaking, Newt sniffled and pressed his mouth against the skin of your neck. It was a wet inexperienced kiss, but it spoke a thousand words. He was crying, you thought to yourself. He didn’t have it in himself to say anything, and so with his actions, he said to you over and over, ‘Thank you’.

Snuggling your arms around his body, you grasped the fabric of his coat where his shoulder-blades rested and tugged him even closer if possible. Your face rested in his hair as Newt readjusted himself. His head was now pressed against your sternum where he placed a few stray kisses. Your skin lit its own fire as he did this and as you said, “I couldn’t imagine myself loving anyone else, you do know.”

“I’m just glad you said yes so I don’t have to marry Pickett.” He laughed against your body, the hands on your back momentarily slipping downwards. “I don’t know what I would have done had you said no…”’

Rubbing his back slowly, his cries turned to seemingly nothing as he lifted his gaze to look at you. Because of the position, it was a struggle to capture his eyes but you managed. The light of your hallway was doing no justice in helping, but you could still see the emotions swirling in his semi-dilated eyes. You only hoped that he could see the same in yours.  “Don’t think about that…” You cooed, craning your head down to pepper kisses to his lips softly. “I said yes, didn’t I?”

A peck to the lips seemed to be your reply, but it wasn’t as Newt spoke up, “That you did.” Unclasping his hands, he reached the up and forwards to cup under your jawline. Keeping you steady and in place, Newt sat as straight as he could. “And I am absolutely…” his lips barely grazed against yours, “the luckiest…” He let his lips graze once again, but this time, with a bit more pressure. You supposed it would be a kiss, but it didn’t feel like one as he pulled his mouth away, “man alive…”

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i miss the nights spent with you half-drunk and slurring vulgarities, telling me secrets that shouldn’t have come anywhere near your lips. those times felt a little like flying and a little like falling, like skydiving without a parachute that you never really wanted anyways.

i can’t stop soaking my mind in the compliments, even if they were backhanded, or lies, or more about my body than they were me. attention for the right reasons packed its bag and left long ago; love without lust isn’t something to be expected here.

nine months ago i told you to stop getting high and i’m beginning to see that i am more hypocritical now than ever, that i’m smoking our memories and floating ten feet above the ground.

i can’t tell the difference between my heartbeat and a heartbreak and i’m pretty sure it’s because of you.

(it’s definitely because of you.)

—  withdrawal symptoms (catherine w // sempiternalwriting)

anonymous asked:

Dear sir, I am new to the Sh fandom, and if I may ask, were/are there any headcanons about what happened while Alec had cocktails at Magnus'? You know, when he "didn't do much sleeping" and was "helping treat Luke's wounds" and, y'noe, "nothing else happened" like I fucking believe that. Cuz I sure as hell feel cheated if they bonded during that, or even just blushed at each other the whole time. Malec be fucking me up, and thank you kindly.

i’m absolutely sure that there are but i couldn’t give you any recommendations

honestly i always thought that what we got to see was what he was referring because he got there pretty late and then luke ended up being bandaged up by the time alec was cleaning up the couch, i assumed that was kinda very early morning or something. so what i wanted to see was the second drink

because i fucking agree i feel like there was more there, more talking. maybe migrating to the couch, and a lot of that kind of tension that was just shimmering in the air. because really alec seemed so fucking sheepish when he got back and you don’t just seem like that over nothing at all. so i just imagine the sun rising, that early morning glow hitting the side of magnus’s face, lighting him up like something else. it would turn that shirt rich blood like burgundy, catching on all of that gold. and it would edge his shoulders, showing off just how broad he was, just how built he was, making that slightly transparent shirt just a little more see through.

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Why the types are dangerous: INTP edition
  • They have sarcasm at a level that could peel paint
  • They can come up with the best insults
  • Have a way of making you doubt something you were sure about
  • ^^^ They don’t even have to say anything. Their facial expressions are enough
  • If you’re wrong about something they will call you out about it in front of everyone
  • Once you have entered the realm of subject they have studied, they will know infinitely more than you and they will make sure you know that too
  • If they are angry with you, expect to show up dead on the streets tomorrow or perhaps the bottom of a river
breaking binary [707/fem!MC]

NOTES: I might carry this on a lil bit if you guys like it enough, possible smut too. Also I’ll be writing male roles in the future so keep posted!

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You weren’t sure how it’d ended up like this, you and seven.

He was upset about something, that much was obvious. But when you’d asked him you sadly got the expected answer of “Nothing’s wrong, I’m working.” Which wasn’t exactly a lie, he was working, but he didn’t have to be. He chose to work because something happened, because earlier he had delivered a dramatic speech about how he was free from the shackles of labour. Then he switched to a more sullen mood and strode off to his room.

You followed, which you knew probably wasn’t the best idea, but you did it anyway. And now here you both were, laying on his massive bed in complete silence. The occasional sound of his finger pads hitting the screen at rapid pace.

The bed must of felt lonely when he was on his own, but you generally tried not to think of that too much. Knowing that Luciel wasn’t the happiest of souls angered you to no end, because he deserved it. He deserved it so fucking much. Images flashed through your mind, and with every detailed picture of a sad, lonely and work obsessed seven, you felt yourself moving closer to him, shortening the distance of the sheets between you.

He noticed.

- Luciel -

She was getting closer. I could feel the sheets being pulled tighter across, and the body heat around me slowly increasing.

Why is she so persistent. I mentally screamed, I knew she’d do this, she always does.

She always makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. She always makes me confident, happy and as proud of myself as I could get, she knows just how to make me smile just as much as she knows how to make me want to press her into the mattress and mark her in every way I know how.

And fuck, I hated it.

I hated that she had power over me, I hated that she was so lovely and beautiful and that she went above and beyond every single one of my unbearably high standards. I hated how much I couldn’t possibly hide all these stupid fucking feelings no matter how hard I tried, especially at times like this.

I felt her small, warm hand reach out to my own, and I flinched. Her fingers entertained with my own, but I kept my hand straight. She didn’t seem to mind, only pressed further into my side.

She was nuzzling into me now, it was slowly getting harder to breathe. Her other hand gently wrapped around my waist and I tensed, feeling every muscle contract with her light touch. She panted on my shoulder slightly and I ignored the goose bumps that formed.

“Seven, I just really want you to know that I’m here and I always will be.” She breathed. I held back the urge to roll my eyes, not this.

“Listen, we’ve been over this an-” I started, still not looking away from my phone.

“Yes, I know, I know how this conversation starts and ends. I know how this will keep on going in a circle until you finally accept that me and you is okay. That me and you together is a good thing. And I am willing to walk around in circles thousands of times to wait for that day.”

don’t say that. please, please don’t say things like this. We can’t do this, we can’t be together, we can’t , we can’t.

She sighed and started again.

“I know that you live in a binary world of ones and zeros, and I know that I’m a two who doesn’t fit with the algorithm. I understand.” She muttered, her voice dropping lower. She was upset.

Damn it saeyoung! Look what you’re doing to her. Why is it that I’m going to end up hurting her either way? Is there something I’ve missed, have I not done something right? I just-

“I know how hard it is for you to compute that there’s a different number in the system, and I know that you think this is best because you’re just going to hurt me. But you know what? I don’t care. I don’t care that you have to work a lot and you won’t have a lot of time for me. I don’t care that you might get angry or shout at me from time to time, because I’ll probably do the same. I don’t care that you have a terrible past because I just want to be a part of your future, so I can try and help to make it as good as I can for you. Because you deserve it, fuck. You deserve it more than anyone I know Luciel. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, whichever form you’re in. Whether it be 707, Seven, Luciel or even Saeyoung. I don’t fucking care, I want them all. I just want you.”

I was crying.

My phone screen was now just a blurry glow of light and my glasses were of no use. My temples were wet and I had increased my breathing.

I couldn’t think straight. All I could think was her. It was always her.

There was not one other person that could do this, not one other person I would rather have clutched to my side. It was just her who I wanted to wake up to, who I wanted to spoil and take on days out and visit cat shelters. I wanted to run my fingers through her hair whilst she was sat on my lap watching tv. I wanted to do everything we did already, but I wanted to make it more personal. I wanted to be her person, the one who could make her feel just like she was making me. She was making me feel loved.

“I don’t care that I’m a two seven, because to me all that matters is when I’m with you, I feel like a one.”

I felt my t-shirt wet with her own tears. I heard her little sniffles and puffs of breath, I felt her hair fanned out around us, I felt her heartbeat and I felt her love.

I felt my fingers flex around her own.

She was warm,

and I didn’t ever want to be cold again.

“But Radcliffe is SUPPOSED to be racist because he’s the BAD GUY...”

aka when everybody who gets mad about my Pocahontas tag wants to completely forget the worst characters in the film:

That’s what we’re going to talk about today, friends. If you’ve been following me for awhile now, you already know my feelings about this film. However, this is something that I don’t think gets nearly enough attention. I’ll add a cut because this is going to be a long one:

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Just Ask - Part 6

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: “The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.” You think, after being alive for this long and leading an team of superheroes, Steve Rogers would’ve perfected his communication skills, but apparently, when it comes to women, he just likes to assume, and that is never a good thing.

A/N: I know, I’m sorry. 

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anonymous asked:

Jumin scenario where MC is actually one of his workers (Like he wouldn't know because they're so quiet, never cause problems and turn things in on time)

fffff i love jumin so much thank you for requesting


  • At work, Jumin knew you by your surname and never bothered to learn your given name
  • But other than knowing yu worked for him, he never really knew much about you because you never stood out to him and you were very quiet
  • You always turned things in on time, so he appreciated that
  • But he also expects that of all his workers, soo
  • When you first talked to him in the chatroom, obviously you recognized him
  • You were a little hurt when he didn’t recognize you, but you also kind of expected that
  • Jumin needs to care more about his employees jfc
  • So you didn’t bother to say anything
  • Jaehee thought she recognized your name, but then she knew you immediately from your picture
  • She approached you in a private message
  • After you confirmed her suspicions, she encouraged you to say something to Jumin, but didn’t say anything herself because she didn’t feel like it was her place
  • When you finally met him in person, he still doesn’t recognize you
  • Fr how dense can this boy be
  • During the time that you were staying at his house, he noticed your absence from work
  • You saw him complaining about it in the chatroom so you talked to him
  • “…Jumin?”
  • “Yes, MC?”
  • “Do you know my surname?”
  • “…”
  • “Is that important?”
  • “I’m ____.
  • “…Oh.”
  • After he finds out you’re working for him, he tries to tell you you don’t have to keep working, but when you insist, he’s kinda happy
  • He’s a lot more lenient for your due dates than other employees
  • Not that you really need it
  • He really likes you working for him

John grinned over his beer bottle at Alex, who’s eyes were slightly glazed over.

“Truth or Dare?”


“Wimp. Alright, let’s say your laptop and I were both trapped in a burning building. Which would you save?”


“Do you actually have to think about this?”

“John, my man, my buddy, dude, did you actually think that this would be an easy question for him? Were you actually expecting something else?”

“Shut up Peggy. I just thought that I meant more to my boyfriend than his laptop,” John joked and Alex shook his head.

“No, no you are! But my laptop has all my papers and essays on it, and all my writing and internet connection and movies and music…”

“And I’m a living breathing human being! And your boyfriend! Can your laptop make breakfast for you? Nah, I didn’t think so.”

“Well, technically I could order breakfast on it, so…”

Angelica turned her head and stared at John. “This is what you get, for dating,” she waved in Alexander’s general direction, “him.” She giggled and turned back away to where she was ogling one of the bartenders, John thought her name was Dolley? He wasn’t sure.

“That was so helpful Angie, thanks.”

“Pancakes or writing…” Alex muttered to himself. “Turtles or buttons… freckles or lights…”

“This is kinda sad to watch?” Hercules asked Lafayette while smiling. “He’s actually thinking about it.”

“I feel so… betrayed.” John jokes and Alex shakes his head.

“John. I’d save John.”

John smiled and leaned over to kiss him, but then Alex jumped up.

“Wait, what if John was holding my laptop?”

Freedom Part 1 (Greaser!Peter Parker x Reader AU)

Originally posted by gounderoos

Request: hi doll i was wondering if i could request a kinda greaser!peter parker au? like he saves you from your dick boyfriend and idk fluffy shit lmao sorry if this prompt sucks

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A/N: I was watching Stranger Things when I wrote this… oops

Word Count: 2,109

- Written by Kat -

Ever since you were a kid, you felt like you were supposed to be doing something more. Like there was more that needed to be said, but you never got the chance. As time went on, you pressed the feeling deep within yourself, becoming someone else entirely. In this day and age, women were expected to look and act a certain way. The feeling in your gut was always pulling you away from those ideas, prompting you to be more. But you never gave them a chance, too scared of what people would think. So you swallowed your heart, you wore the dresses and skirts and makeup. You went to the dances, and parties, you smiled and laughed and flirted. And when the captain of the football team asked you out, the only thing to do was say yes. Even though you played the part, the feeling never left, it sat in you gut - an idle threat.

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How to Confuse an INTP

Do it emotionally. It’s hard to confuse us logically. We can think circles around anyone. Even if something doesn’t make sense, we can usually logic our way to some sort of sensible conclusion.

But when it comes to emotions, nothing is more confusing to us. We are terrible at reading relationships that we’re in.

So, if you want to confuse an INTP, then expect us to be able to read your emotions even though your mouth is saying something different. Tell us that you really need our help and let us overextend ourselves for you, and then ask us why we didn’t just tell you that we couldn’t do the job in the first place. Believe me, we only heard that you needed our help, and how were we supposed to know that you were okay with us not burning ourselves out, too? If you don’t tell us straight up, we probably can’t figure it out.

And maybe you could tell us we’re not being emotionally open just after we’ve done everything we can for you except talk about our feelings. When it comes to feelings, we prefer actions over words. 

It’s a well-known fact that we INTPs can be pretty confusing with our odd grasp of emotions and our odd way of showing them to others. Just so you know, though, all the rest of you guys confuse us, too. 


You had always been told from a young age, that you resembled your grandmother, from way back when. You even held the same style at your workplace - Vintage curls, and beautiful patterned skirts. 

You began to notice a man, who would come into the Diner every so often, sometimes with a blonde. You recognised him as The Winter Solider, a man who had been plastered over the news for a long time. But you had seen him in one of your Grandmother’s Albums. His beautiful eyes, always fixated on you. 

Today, with a little more confidence, you ended up seeing him count out his dollar bills, as the Diner was about to close. You were the last one left, and therefore, expected to lock up. You take a seat, opposite him, seeing his beautiful eyes looking into yours.

Y/N : Hey, it’s Bucky…Right?

Bucky : Yeah. That’s me. Did I do something wrong?

Y/N : No, I just recognised you. You see-

Bucky : You saw me on the News, yeah? You’re scared of me-

Y/N : God no! I mean…I saw you in my Grandmother’s Albums, and…she talked about you-

Bucky : Dotty. Dot. You…You look like her.

Y/N : I get that a lot, Yeah. So…is there anything else you need?

Bucky : Maybe…we could go out sometime? I hear Coffee Dates are what you do now…

Y/N : I’d love to. Thank’s Bucky.

Bucky : It’s okay…Y/N? I like that. It’s cute.