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blackout | chanyeol (epilogue)

‘‘You know Chanyeol, not every girl is going to do what you say without thinking about it. I tried to be that girl but I failed. I hope your next target is going to be more intelligent than me.’‘

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pt.1, pt.2, pt.3

Originally posted by fyeah-chanyeol

When you woke up a few hours after what had happened you had a terrible headache. With slightly blurry eyes you tried to get used to the now brightly lit room. 

Looking around in the room, you realized you were still in Chanyeol’s and Minseok’s shared room. From what you could remember what had happened not long ago was that after you had sex with Chanyeol you knocked out on his bed. Naked.

Your eyes wandered down your body, who was now covered with a blanket. Someone and you hoped Chanyeol, must have put it over you some when last night. 

Slowly you got out of his bed while already searching for your clothes. Every single piece of clothing was scattered around in his room. Looking over to Minseok’s bed you also saw that Chanyeols used condom indeed had landed on it. 

Quickly you put on all of the clothes you had found. That included everything except for your black panties.

A little bit uncomfortable because of the loss of Material under your skirt you opened the door of Chanyeols room. It was not locked anymore what must mean that Chanyeol already left.

Walking out his room you found absolute chaos in front of you. The floor was covered in red cups and weird looking liquids. It smelled like shit and after arriving in the living room you saw the boys scattered around in various places, sleeping. 

You obviously searched after Chanyeol. There was no way you wouldn’t talk with him about what had happened. I mean you had been still this sober that you knew what would happen but Chanyeol also still had seduced you. 

While looking after him you also looked after Jisoo. You hadn’t seen her since she left into the mass of students.

In a mountain of forgotten jackets and purses, you found your stuff. Taking out your phone of your purse you had what felt like hundred calls and messages from Jisoo. The last one saying she would go now since she had already thrown up ones. 

Groaning you looked around one last time but you couldn’t find Chanyeol. Every single one of the boys laid somewhere sleeping, except for Chanyeol and… Kyungsoo?



On the way to Jisoo and your Apartment, you looked around if you could see Chanyeol somewhere. But except for some Students who were smoking, you saw no one. 

Suddenly you spotted Kyungsoo with a big box filled with ten cups of coffee. You stopped in front of him. He also looked pretty done from the party but not as much as for example Sehun who fell asleep on the kitchen table. 

‘‘Kyungsoo, hey. Do you know where Chanyeol is? He’s not in the apartment of yours.’‘ you asked hoping he would know where Chanyeol was.

Kyungsoo looked at you first a little bit confused but then shook his head. ‘’No. Sorry, Y/N. I went out for coffee when he still was sleeping on the couch in the living room beside Jongdae. By the way, I also bought coffee for you since you were the only one that had slept over.’’ Taking out one cup he gave it to you with a half assed smile. 

Taking the cup you thanked him and started walking away. You were glad he hadn’t mentioned that you had had sex with Chanyeol. Somehow you wanted to forget it but you also really enjoyed it. 



The Monday after the Party was horrible. Jisoo was still complaining to you after you told her what had happened at the Party, every student that had attended the party was a walking corpse and you still had a slight headache. From Chanyeol also no sign. 

Walking out of the lecture hall of your fifth period today, you finally had lunch break.

You had agreed with Jisoo to meet up in the park behind the University as always. It was getting chillier by the day so you had your hands deep in the pockets of your jacket. 

Sitting down on your usual bench you waited for Jisoo. While waiting you took out your lunchbox and started eating. You looked around the Park and, to your luck, you finally spotted Chanyeol standing there with the other boys and a bunch of girls. It seemed like he was flirting with one of them. 

You couldn’t help yourself but boiled up. You knew it, he was a fuckboy and only used you. You felt sad, angered, jealous and heartbroken at the same time. You had caught feelings for Chanyeol and you hated yourself for it. 

Standing up from the bench you made it quick in walking over to Chanyeol and this random girl. Your walk getting slower and slower the second you got nearer to them, your confidence from earlier long gone. You hated what Chanyeol made out of you. A broken, weak, little girl. 

Stopping in front of them you brought all your courage up. ‘’Chanyeol, can we please talk for a minute?’’

He looked down at you and chuckled. You couldn’t believe it. Were you only one of his countless toys? 

Telling the girl to go away he finally turned to you. His eyes cold and emotionless as always but his lips embellished an annoying smirk. 

‘‘What do you want, baby.’‘ He said emphasizing the baby at the end. 

You were slightly taken aback by it but you had collected yourself pretty quickly again. ‘’We have to talk about what happened at the party.’’

‘‘Why do you wanna talk about this? We had sex. Nothing more, nothing less. We were both drunk and horny. Something like this can happen, Y/N.’‘ He answered while shrugging his shoulders.

You were broken. You just wanted to die. Trying to prevent the tears from rolling down your rosy cheeks you stared him directly in the eyes. ‘’Are you kidding me Chanyeol? Both, you and I know we weren’t that drunk. Also, you planned that. Don’t lie to me.’’

Taken aback from your now crying state, Chanyeol gulped but still remained in his unbothered position. ‘’Even if I had planned that, you could easily have declined but,’’ he smirked bending down so he was with his face directly in front of yours. ‘’You were craving for my body as much as I was craving for yours that night.’’

Your tears were streaming down your cheeks unstoppable. Inhaling a deep breath you prepared to say something. Stabilizing your voice so you wouldn’t sound so broken you gave him hateful stares. ‘‘You know Chanyeol, not every girl is going to do what you say without thinking about it. I tried to be that girl but I failed. I hope your next target is going to be more intelligent than me.’‘

With that, you lifted your arm and slapped Chanyeol across the face. It was soft. Very soft, still Chanyeol stood straight again slightly holding his cheek and staring at you bewildered. 

He never had experienced something like that after he had fucked another meaningless girl. You were different. You acted differently. He had broken you. He felt guilty, not as much as he should but still, he felt guilty for the first time. 

Not saying another word you turned around walking back to the bench. While turning you had seen the shocked faces of the other boys. They obviously had followed the talk you and Chanyeol had but you didn’t care. 

Picking up your things which were laying on the bench you started to walk deeper in the park until you saw no student near you anymore. You were crying terribly. Not loud though but you could still hear your whimpers. 

Suddenly you felt a hand softly laying itself down on your shoulder. Turning around you saw Jisoo standing there looking at you, as soon as she saw the state you were in, as broken as you. 

Pulling you in her arms she hugged you. You were hugging her back crying on her shoulder. Her warm fluffy hoodie blocking you crying sounds which were getting louder. 



Three Months after what had happened you still were broken. You were sad all day. At least you tried to hide it now, acting as if you were happy in front of your friends but you sometimes still cried yourself to sleep. You had never experienced something like this before. 

It was the end of the year and the past months were hard. Chanyeol and the boys still were at the same University as you. You watched them always. You couldn’t help yourself but even if you hated Chanyeol you still liked him very much. 

The only good thing was that not every one of the boys was standing behind Chanyeols back. Kyungsoo, Minseok, and Junmyeon often talked to you, asking how you were, sometimes also asking if you wanted to drink a coffee with them. 

They were your friends still you always declined since you knew they still were closer to Chanyeol than to you and always would choose him over you. 

Jisoo instead always remained on your side. You couldn’t think of what you would do without here. 

You hoped together with her you would survive the last years of your studies and you hoped one day you could forget…


So that’s it guys. That’s the end of blackout. I decided for a sad ending because I thought it would be more realistic in the situation Chanyeol and Y/N are in. I really hope you enjoyed blackout and like the ending even though for me it seems rushed and well it’s a sad ending. Btw I think I sometimes really fucked up the grammar, so please excuse me.                                                         Thank you to everyone who enjoyed reading blackout and gave me strength throughout my writing process! I love you guys so much~

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✖ Characters/relationships: Newt Scamander x Reader, Niffler

✖ Genres: Fluff

✖ Summary: After Newt returns from America he can’t seem to find any time to meet you so you decide to take initiative and wait for him in his apartment. [Based on this imagine] @Anonymous

✖ Disclaimer: All characters are at least 21 y/o unless stated otherwise.

✖ Word count: 2102

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anonymous asked:

For the MSR Drabble challenge 😁: 54, 110, 53 xx

Yeah, so… this ain’t no drabble. I’m sorry. I’ll be better (read: shorter) next time. Thank you so much for the prompt lovely anon!

54. Why’s there a pregnancy test in the trash? 110.  You passed out for like an hour. 53. Take off your shirt.

If only Mulder had come with her.

Scully clings to the plate in her hand and fills it up with little homemade snacks. They all look good, she thinks, even if she’s not really hungry. She just needs a moment to herself, away from prying family members she hasn’t seen in years, and the food buffet in the kitchen is the best distraction she can find. And distraction is all she needs.

Because Mulder is not here.

She had asked him (almost begged him) to come with her today to the annual Scully family gathering. Will Bill be there? He had mumbled against her chest, his lips unable to remain still, kissing her, covering everything they could reach. Part of her had wanted to lie; no, no, Bill won’t be there. His mouth on her body, though, it had disarmed her. The other part of her, the one she listened to most days, had reminded her that this was Mulder. The man she loved. She was not going to start lying to him now that they were lovers.

But it doesn’t change anything now: She’s all alone here, plenty of things on her mind, and the looks her family keep throwing her way make it worse. She’s happy, of course she is, to spend time with her brothers – even Charlie made it this year –, her nephews and nieces, her mother. Seeing her cousins, new life partners, taller children – it’s all great, it’s exciting, but…

She just misses Mulder by her side.

Scully really doesn’t know when it started; the feeling must have crept up on her these last few years. Clearly, she can manage her life without him. Except. Something is different today. Something she has not found time to talk about with him (or think about herself, really). She’s late. She’s really late. Logic tells her that it’s a crazy notion; she’s barren, she knows that, and yet. Yet, here she is. Her eyes wander over to her purse. Hidden inside somewhere is a pregnancy test. She bought it on a whim on her way here and now…

If only Mulder were here.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Dana,” one of her cousins apologizes as she bumps into her at the buffet, “Are you all right? You look pale. Here, have a sausage.” It’s one of those small, cocktail sausages that Scully loves so much. Her mother probably bought them for her. Right now the combination of the slightly wrinkly texture and the strong, fatty smell makes her dizzy.

“Uhm, I’m fine,” she croaks, willing her body to relax; her stomach doesn’t listen, though, “Excuse me.” The plate clatters loudly as her fingers let go of it. Scully grabs her purse and sprints to the nearest bathroom. She locks the door, her stomach turning and churning, and throws the purse on the ground. Her knees protest loudly as they come in contact with the cold, hard tiles. There’s no time to think as her stomach lets go of its contents.

Flashbacks from her cancer explode before her eyes unasked. Scully closes them, screws them shut, and refuses to think about that. There’s a pregnancy test in her purse. As unlikely as it is, she thinks rinsing her mouth, she has to try it. Take a pregnancy test. Her hands tremble as she unpacks the small, elongated object. Scully knows too well how they work; she’s wasted many of them during the failed IVF attempts. Her eyes catch her reflection in the mirror. Her cousin was right: she does look pale. Her cheeks are hollow, her eyes exhausted and glassy, and her skin just plain waxy.

If Mulder were here he’d tell her to just take the test. He’d tell her not to worry, she thinks as she opens her zipper, pulls down her pants. He’d assure her that everything, no matter what, would turn out just fine. Mulder is a believer like that. Scully smiles, forgets that she’s peeing on a stick for a moment, and clings to thoughts of Mulder.

Someone knocks on the door, startling Scully. She can’t stay in here for another five minutes. Quickly, she wraps the test up in toilet paper and carefully puts in her purse. She stuffs the boxing into the small trash can, not even thinking about it. She flushes the toilet, washes her hands and checks her face again. When she unlocks the door, she’s looking straight into her mother’s eyes.

“Dana, there you are. Honey, what’s the matter? You’re not sick, are you?” Of course there’s no fooling her mother.

“I’m fine, mom.”

“How about you lie down for a bit?” Gently, her mother pushes her into the direction of one of the bedrooms.  

“I’m fine, really.”

“Just relax a bit,” her mother ignores her, “Our family can be quite exhausting.” She chuckles and Scully can’t do anything but listen to her mother. She sits on the bed, still clinging to her purse, feeling exhausted all of a sudden.

“Don’t worry, honey, I’ll make sure no one bothers you. Get some rest.” Her mother kisses her cheek and Scully feels tears dwell up in her eyes. I might be pregnant, mom. The words, however, get twisted in her tongue. So she simply nods, keeps the tears at bay, and remains still until the door softly clicks shut. The tears fall silently now as Scully lies down, clutching her purse, and quickly, without warning, falls asleep.

Even if she had been awake, behind the closed door she would have not heard her mother exclaim loudly: “Why’s there a pregnancy test in the trash?”

“Hey you.”  

“Hmmm.”

“Wakey wakey.” Mulder chuckles next to her, his breath tickling her cheek. Mulder? She must be dreaming. Without opening her eyes, her lips curl upwards into a warm smile. A soft caress on her cheek and she sighs. What a wonderful dream, she decides.

“I miss you, Mulder.” She mumbles, caught between sleeping and waking.

“I’m right here. All you need to do is open your eyes.”

“Hmm?” Scully opens one eye, sees a blurry version of what could be Mulder, and opens the second one. “Take off your shirt.” She demands and he does as he’s told. Scully traces the scar on his shoulder, the one she put there, and yes, this is real, she decides. It’s really him.

“Mulder, what are you doing here?” The words feel like lead on her tongue and she swallows. Her mouth is much too dry. Mulder, as if reading her mind, hands her a glass of water.

“I thought you might want me here after all.” There’s a shy smile playing on his face, slightly tinged with shadows of guilt.

“Hm, always. But why? Why now? I don’t even know what time it is.” She sits up in bed with some difficulty as Mulder puts his shirt back on.

“Your mom said you passed out for like an hour.”

“Oh my god.” An hour. The pregnancy test. The purse is pushed aside and she stares at it now. She fell asleep before she could even think about any of it. And now Mulder is here. She must have dreamed him here. He’d probably love to hear her say - even think - these words.

“Are you all right? Your mother said you weren’t feeling well.” Mulder is rubbing her back and suddenly she understands.

“She called you.” She states and Mulder nods carefully.

“She was worried about you and she thought that uhm, maybe I should be here. Is there anything to worry about, Scully?”

“No,” she answers quickly,“ well, maybe.” She admits, biting her lip, feeling like the purse is now staring at her. Daring her to look at the test.

“Scully? You’re really scaring me here.”

“I’m sorry, Mulder, “she puts her hand on his stubbly cheek, “It’s just… I don’t really know how to say this. We’ve never talked about it before and now- I don’t know how to say it.”

“Scully, you can tell me anything. You know that.” She nods without looking at him.

“I wanted you here all day for this,” she reaches for her purse, “So I guess it’s a good thing I fell asleep.” Scully chuckles and immediately quiets when she catches Mulder’s confused look.

“It’s something we haven’t really talked about. Not… not like this anyway,” his face reminds her that she’s not making any sense, “Maybe it’s all a moot point anyway.” She takes a deep breath, reaches into her purse and takes out the toilet paper wrapped bundle. Glancing at it, she offers it to Mulder instead.

“Uhm, thank you?” He picks it apart layer by crumpled up layer. For a moment he stares at the stick then his face lifts up to meet hers. His lips are opened slightly, ready to say something, but there are no words.

“Is that…”

“A pregnancy test.”

“I… Scully, I thought you… I thought. It wasn’t the IVF, I mean that was, uhm… it really wasn’t the IVF, was it?” Mulder still holds the test in both hands, stares at it like it’s made of gold.

“What does it say?” Her voice quivers, she realizes, and she is thankful that this time she’s not alone.

“You don’t know?” Mulder’s eyes give nothing away but his surprise.

“No, I fell asleep before the time was up. What does it say? Do I want to know?”

“Oh, I think you want to know.” He grins, holding up the stick with shaky hands, showing her the impossible.

She’s pregnant.

12x14 Coda: Sales Pitch

because when the MoL said that the hunting community would follow the Winchesters, I literally had to pause the episode to laugh about it.  1k, gen.

Okay, so some guy thinks he can save the world.

Please.  Moira’s been on her fair share of blind dates over the years.  She’s heard this line about a thousand times.  Usually, they’re talking about being a lawyer or an activist or something like that.  Usually, they’re not quite so literal.

But this is a seduction, she no longer doubts that.  The question is, will this guy send her an unsolicited dick pic once this is over?

“So you’re just going to…what?  Wave your magic wand and kiss the monsters goodbye?  Because believe me, I wish it worked like that, but it doesn’t.”

The guy, Mick, she thinks he said his name was, shifts uncomfortably under her gaze.  Maybe he’s not used to people looking at him like he’s naïve.  Which, when you talk like this?  Moira can’t believe he hasn’t gotten this response before.

“You’re not the first hunter we’ve approached.”

Moira rolls her eyes. “Way to make me feel special.”

He dumps another sugar packet in his tea—yes, tea, clearly this guy isn’t pure hunter—and gives it a stir, seemingly without realizing that he’s done it before.

“We’ve convinced Sam Winchester to join up.”

Moira chokes on her coffee. “Excuse me?”

“The one and only.”

Moira scoots her chair back from the table.  She doesn’t need to hear any more of this.

“Where—where are you going?” Mick asks falteringly.

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#125

There was a son of Aphrodite who believed that fighting monsters didn’t have to be so downright physical, so he invested money in creating a company that made perfume, clothes, and accessories (purses and stuff) made for the ‘demigod in all of us.’

His name was Hubert de Givenchy.

anonymous asked:

Could you do Bakugou with his s/o stealing food and hauling ass from a party neither of them want to be at? Love your work! <3

Bakugou Katsuki

“Katsuki!” you hiss in a hushed tone, gripping his forearm. “Tell me you are not seriously filling my purse with nacho cheese!”

It was his idea to grab all the food you could and get the hell out of the annual Heros Banquet you’d been invited to and forced to attend as soon as it was over. Apparently he couldn’t wait for you to get back with a handful of napkins to put the food in an instead grabbed your bag and started filling it with food.

“Grab the mini wieners over there,” he said ignoring your death grip on his arm and continuing to stuff your purse with handfuls of chips and the whole damn salsa bowl. “What are you waiting for?”

You felt like you were about to explode and wanted to let him have it, having a few choice words to express just what kind of idiot he was but the deed was done. “Ugh! I swear to god, Katsuki! You’re buying me a new purse!”

Dangerous Woman- Part 16

A/N: Hey everyone! I am getting ready to go on a trip for the weekend but I wanted to make sure that I posted something before I left…. Just remember that I love you? PLEASE? haha!

Warnings: ANGST- I know I don’t normally do angst in this story but BUCKLE UP. Fluff of course. Swearing.

Summary: You’ve caught the eye of Tony Stark to become the head lawyer for the Avengers. You never expected your life to change but fate has a funny way of turning everything upside down. 

Bucky x Reader 

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Originally posted by caps-bucky

You let out a loud, exasperated sigh as you leaned back in your chair. It had been four weeks since Klaue’s capture and you were getting nowhere. He had sang like a canary when face to face with the Black Widow but had no information. He had apparently been given his force of sell soldiers who then turned on him and caught the attention of the Avengers. Klaue had no clue about Rumlow or even who he was, so you were back to square one.

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Home at Last

Fandom: Riverdale

Character/Ship: Jughead Jones x Reader

Warning: Angst

Writer: Cassie

Words: 894

Summary: Y/N has been missing since the 4th of July, and Jughead has tried to do all he could to find her, but her disappearance has been overshadowed by Jason’s. And one day… she comes home.

Author’s Note: I ship the hell out of Betty and Jughead but oml I was so excited to write this fic.

PART TWO

Originally posted by bvreathe


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anonymous asked:

for le drabbles: stitches, dean x reader?

“Oh, don’t be such a baby, Y/N!” 

Dean tugged at your arm, pulling the ripped skin tightly as he held the tiny needle, ready to pierce your skin and mend the gash below your shoulder. “I’m not a baby! You’re hurting me!” you cried.

“I haven’t even done anything yet! Open your eyes!” he scolded. 

Cautiously, you took a peek, opening just one eye to look down at your injury. Seeing that he was right, you relaxed a tiny bit. “Oh… well, still. It hurts.”

“Y/N/N, I gotta sew this up or it’s gonna hurt a lot worse. Now please, hold still.” He calmed you with a gentle smile, but as soon as he moved his hand you flinched away, scrunching up your eyes again and whimpering. 

“Don’t do it!” 

“For the love of- how are you scared? I’ve seen you bust into haunted houses, take out vamps, you even fought that Rugaru and saved my ass. How are you afraid of getting stitches?” 

“It’s not the stitches I’m afraid of, Dean,” you said, cowering away from his touch. 

“Is it me?” The look on his face was more than pathetic and it melted your heart. 

“No… Dean. I’m not afraid of you. It’s…what you’re holding.” You grinned apologetically and nodded towards the needle. 

Dean looked down at his hand and then back up to you. “Ah,” he said, understanding your fears finally. “Me too. I don’t like ‘em either. But I know what you need.” 

“What’s that?” 

Very slowly, Dean leaned forward, still holding his hands to your arm, but distracting you with the sexy look in his eye. As he neared your lips, he licked his own and your eyes glazed over as your breath hitched in anticipation. Finally, Dean pressed his full, juicy lips to yours, and as you opened your mouth to receive his tongue, he brought the needle down through your arm and up, making the first stitch. 

You yelped and backed away. “You bastard!”

Dean laughed, “Oh, come on, it worked, didn’t it?”

“Yeah. But now I’m on to you so it won’t work again.” You pouted. 

Dean pecked your lips and then stared into your eyes. “How about you hold still and let me patch you up, and then we can get on to the fun stuff?”

You pursed your lips, trying to hide the smile that attempted to hide your displeasure. “As in…?”

“As in… yes.” He held your gaze for a long moment, letting his offer sink in. Ten tiny stitches and you’d have Dean naked on top of you. It seemed like more than a fair deal. 

You took a deep breath and squared your shoulders, turning so that he could reach your wound more easily. “Well, get to it, Winchester! Don’t dawdle!”   

School Bags

I asked some of the other exchange students in Japan if their school required them to carry certain bags to school. It seems like most private schools have this sort of policy, while most public schools don’t. In any case, I go to a private school, and I have two bags that were given to me to use as my school bags.

Most people carry both bags (like I do), but some people only carry the black one, and a handful of people actually carry more!

My first bag is my backpack. It has removable straps that you can use to make it either strapless, a shoulder bag, or a backpack. Most students either wear it as a backpack, or carry it by the handle at the top without straps. I’ve only ever seen one person use it as a shoulder bag.

The inside of it looks like this:

There is a small pocket on the bag flap that a lot of girls use to put in pictures of their crush, or a small schedule. I have my business card inside:

Here are the contents of my bag:

Notebooks

Textbooks and workbooks

A folder. Japanese folders are different in that they only have one pocket. If I don’t put the folder in my bag with the spine facing down, all of the papers fall out of it.

A photo alum and the copy of my magazine. These are actually really useful because I can show people where I come from without using words.

My second bag:

Since the first bag isn’t all that good for carrying oddly-shaped things, most girls use this bag to carry anything that’s not books or notebooks. I have to carry a little bit more since, unlike my classmates, I have to move from classroom to classroom rather frequently.

This bag is carried on the shoulder with the bag under your armpit. Most girls carry it on their right shoulders, but I found that to be uncomfortable, so I carry it on my left. Since I’ve come here, most of the second years have switched to carrying it on their left shoulders as well.

The school initials.

A little personalization ;)

This holds my train pass. I really want to get one of my own (this is my host sister’s), but they are really expensive! Even small, barely decorated ones are about 1000 yen. One like this would be about 1500 yen.

Swiggity swag, what’s in the bag?

Miscellaneous purse-type stuff!

More books!

More folders!

My regular schedule.

If we have school on Saturday (which I do next week DX), then we get one of these schedules too.

A notebook, my Beauty and the Beast script, and two small notepads.

My new pencil case, which contains all of that stuff on the bottom. Including this:

My name badge! It says “Jeido.”


In a not so bag-related topic, I was using this as my bookmark:

It looks totally fine right? I got it out of a pack of tissues at he train station. Before I got it, I was using a tissue. Surely it was an improvement to that.

But then I started getting weird looks every time I used it. My host brother saw it and said “you’re using this as a book mark?” He seemed to think that it was hilarious. He then explained to me that it’s a list of suicide-prevention hotlines, and I had been using it as a bookmark.

Well, at least it wasn’t a sex hotline. *shrug* XD 

Either way, I bought a new bookmark today that shouldn’t be quite so questionable:

Well, that’s it for now! I think that I’ll make a uniform post soon, once I’ve gotten everything out of the wash.

Otp Questions

1. Who takes the kids to the park?
2. Who is better at remembering things?
3. Who gives the other spontaneous kisses?
4. How did they meet?
5. What other characters like them together?
6. What movie can they watch over and over again?
7. Who takes all the free samples and puts them in their purse while the other stuffs them in their mouth?
8. Who is scared in a haunted house?
9. What happens when they hear a bump in the night?
10. How do they fall asleep together?

Elijah Mikaelson X Reader: Stood Up

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Prompt: Reader-chan is stood up by her boyfriend and Elijah, a stranger, saves her.

Warnings: Swearing.

Author: Yulta~


You checked your phone, your fingers tapping the table as you nervously stared at the time. It was twenty minutes past when you and your tinder date were supposed to meet.

“Excuse me, miss?” The waitress asked again, a pitied expression crossing her face. “Are you ready to order?”

You shook your head and forced a smile, “just a few more minutes, please.”

She nodded sadly and moved to the next table. You noticed an older couple give you an apologetic glance from another table.

You felt your cheeks burn red as you began to realize he wasn’t going to show. You checked again. Twenty-five minutes. You checked your text messages with him. Nothing, aside from the ‘See u soon!’ you had received forty minutes ago.

After five more minutes and a single tear that managed to slip from your eye, you stood with a sigh. The people around you all went silent and watched you grab your purse and stuff your phone into it.

A loud throat-clear was heard from behind you before, “hello, babe!” There was a pause when you turned around to see a tall, dark-haired man staring down at you. “Sorry I’m late, I got held up at work.”

You raised an eyebrow as the people around you gave small nods and went back to their food and idle chatter.

“Just go with it,” the man whispered into your ear as he gestured to your seat. “Whatever asshole stood you up doesn’t deserve you. My name’s Elijah Mikaelson, and I’m your new date.”

You sat down again, and the man, Elijah, did the same. “Well, thank you, Mr Mikaelson. You just saved me from a whole lot of embarrassment.”

The waitress came back with a happier look, “are you two ready to order?”

“Yes, I think we are,”  Elijah smiled warmly.

~ < ~ > ~

The date had gone really well. It turns out that Elijah was not only painfully handsome but also painfully kind. You had decided to give him your number and had already set up a second date.

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Words: 3,848
Sam x Reader
Warnings: mentions of blood and disturbing imagery, language
A/N:

Deliberate cliffhanger this time people! MUAHAHA! This is part of a series! Catch up on the other parts here:
Part 1 - The Wolf On Your Doorstep
Part 2 - The Person in the Pitch
Part 3 - The Blood in the Bathtub


Your name: submit What is this?

The light Sam flicked on revealed a hotel room that looked like a piña colada had thrown up all over it… Everything was pineapple yellow or lime green and the wallpaper was adorned with a pattern that was unmistakably miniature pineapples. Jest mewed and squirmed in your arms as you stepped inside behind Sam, who was carrying your bag for you. Dean slammed the door shut behind the three of you and locked it immediately. The deadbolt clicking into place still sounded ominous despite the absurd décor you were standing in the middle of. You said nothing as you moved farther in and Jest sprang down from your arms, eager to explore.

”We got you the adjoining room,” Sam said, pulling open a door in the middle of the wall. “That way you can have some privacy but we’ll always be close.” He ran his free hand through his long hair, feeling a little awkward, and you managed to give him a small nod. You still felt like you were walking around in a trance after what you had seen at your house… in the bathtub. The deep crimson against the porcelain and the unmistakable shape of slender fingers breaching the surface, creating ripples in the violent red as they floated–You briefly shut your eyes against another flashback and a wave of nausea. It seemed like you hardly had to think of it at all before the horrifying images rushed forward. Just like your nightmares, they were waiting on the periphery.

”…Y/N? Are you alright?” Sam’s voice called you out of the flashback.

You cleared your throat but your voice still came out raspy and a little wilted sounding. “I’m—I’m okay.”

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