right through the heart every time

famous quotes for your bujo

 Vincent Van gogh

  •  “In spite of everything I shall rise again: I will take up my pencil, which I have forsaken in my great discouragement, and I will go on with my drawing.
  • “I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.” 
  • What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?” 

Plato 

  •   “The beginning is the most important part of the work.
  •  “Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything”
  • “Love is a serious mental disease” 

Jane Austen 

  • “ One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other.” 
  • “Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings.”
  • “A lady’s imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.” 

Audrey Hepburn 

  • “The best thing to hold onto in life is each other.” 
  • As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.”
  • For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.” 

Bill Gates 

  • If you can’t make it good, at least make it look good.
  • If I’d had some set idea of a finish line, don’t you think I would have crossed it years ago?” 
  • Television is not real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.” 

Alice Paul 

  • There will never be a new world order until women are a part of it.
  • I always feel the movement is a sort of mosaic.
  • When you put your hand to the plow, you can’t put it down until you get to the end of the row.” 

Gandhi 

  • Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.
  • An eye for eye only ends up making the whole world blind.” 
  • You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.” 

Cher 

  • “ Until you’re ready to look foolish, you’ll never have the possibility of being great.
  • If grass can grow through cement, love can find you at every time in your life.
  • Women are the real architects of society.” 

Charles Dickens 

  • The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.
  • Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.”
  • A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.” 

Marilyn Monroe 

  • I don’t mind living in a man’s world as long as I can be a woman in it.
  • Give a girl the right pair of shoes and she’ll conquer the world.”
  • It’s better to be unhappy alone than unhappy with someone - so far.
Wanna know the truth behind Girls like Girls?

I have been working on finding my voice for years. As an artist, I always want everything I create to represent what my soul feels and sounds like – whether it’s a video concept or a lyric or melody.

Two years ago on a rare rainy day in Los Angeles, in a songwriting session with Owen Thomas and Lily May Young, I was venting my frustration about my music not connecting the way I wanted it to. Lily looked me in the eye and asked, “Tell me something nobody knows about you, something you are afraid to sing about?“ I immediately thought, well I like girls and that’s what I want to sing about, but even then I struggled to say it out loud. Finally, I told Lily that I always say “you” and “them" and never the pronoun “her" in all my songs because I was afraid it wouldn’t connect. We talked more about concepts and my experiences, and how I loved the idea of stealing another guy’s girl because that was always a fantasy of mine. Growing up, everything I did was always about girls. I took dance because of girls. I got involved in student council because of girls. Not that I ever expected any of them to like me back, but I just felt comforted being around them, even if I could never date them. So there we were. The song “Girls like Girls" was born.

I imagined a very emotional, heart-wrenching but real music video to go along with the song. When we shot the music video for “Girls like Girls,“ I felt like I was finally telling my story for the first time. The yearning feelings I had and also the feeling of being so alone. I think that’s why people connected with the music video. Not only because they too have experienced deeply liking someone, but also the sadness and longing that comes with it. You could be around so many people, and still have the feeling of being so alone and misunderstood. It’s that fear of rejection and uncertainty of whether the person will like you back that makes you question everything. I struggled with these feelings so much growing up. I’d fall in love with girls who would never give me the time of day, or if they would, they had no idea I had other intentions. I had my heart broken over and over again; I never felt good enough. My life was led by these crushes as far back as first grade, when I had a crush on my teacher. That was the first time I realized I liked girls. But the problem is you feel like you can’t share these true feelings with anyone for fear of outing yourself and facing judgement. So you struggle. And feel alone. Growing up, there were some [out] celebrities who were much older than I was and I wondered if I had to wait until then to be happy. I didn’t have role models who I could relate to at the time, where I could think, if they can do it, I can do it.

Most of the time, you become confident after years of struggling during your young adulthood. I want to encourage the youth to find that confidence now. Not later. For them to know their own self-worth at an earlier age. It’s been really cool at my concerts to see all of these young fans showing up alone, and then leaving with friends. The music and stories I create have built this judgement-free safe zone. But most of all, they have inspired me to be comfortable with myself, and to let them in. They unintentionally gave me a gift that I am forever grateful for. Most of my music isn’t necessarily about heartbreak or other people, but more so everyone’s personal journey and falling in love with yourself.

I think that’s why my fans and I relate to each other. My music reassures them that they aren’t alone – that their feelings are valid, that they are enough and they will find someone to love them back. I didn’t have that hope growing up, so I get emotional and inspired (or encouraged) every time I meet a fan who looks at me that way.

It’s hard sometimes, especially after this election, because I feel a responsibility to these girls. I know they are looking to me for guidance and comfort. It breaks my heart that fear is so present in our world right now. School is hard enough and it breaks my heart to see these kids under attack by hate crimes and bullying.

Hope. That’s my cause. I strive to inspire hope through human compassion and through music. Hope leads me through my lyrics, stories, and melodies. You must continue on, and know in your heart you are not alone, and have confidence that love will find its way back to you.

Everything Has Changed (Part One)

Summary: In which everything changes when you discover Bucky’s true feelings for you in a very unconventional manner.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,880

A/N: The goal is to make this a mini-series. Fingers crossed that it stays that way. 

Originally posted by caps-bucky

“All clear,” you whisper. For anyone else, those words would’ve been indiscernible because of how softly they were spoken. Luckily for you, you’re not with just anyone. You’re with a super soldier equipped with enhanced hearing.

From across the empty hallway, Bucky abandons his spot behind a tall filing cabinet and runs towards you, keeping his gun up and ready to shoot at any given moment.

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How I Format and Use Flashcards

1.  Less is More: no need for a paragraph to define a term, choose the simplest and most efficient one. Also, don’t include common sense things or things you know by heart, you’ll waste time and space by writing them down.

2. Sketch it Out: Sketches can be helpful in allowing you to visualize the term/concept. 

3. Say it Out Loud: When reviewing through the cards, try and say the definition out loud. It will require you to think about it more, and it also helps with memorization. If I try and define a term in my head I usually speed through it and leave something out. 

4. Write them as you go: Don’t sit down right before finals and try and write down every term/definition from the course. It takes forever and you will kill your hand. As you finish a chapter in the course finish that set of flashcards. You will thank yourself later. 

5. Repetition: I go through my flashcards before a test maybe a thousand times (exaggeration but very close). Remember to focus on the harder ones, you’ll most likely remember the easier ones during the test. 

Here is my method:

Round 1: Go through every single card. Don’t set any aside. I usually don’t know a majority of the terms at this point, I most likely just finished writing them down.

Round 2: Go through every card again, this time setting aside ones I didn’t know or had trouble with.

Round 3: Go through the harder ones I missed.

Round 4: Add the harder ones back in with the original and shuffle.

Round 5: Go through them all and repeat the process until pleased!

tony stark, a certified baby-cuddler

everyone needs more tony and babies in their life, right? have a fic. because tony canonically goes to hospitals and hugs babies who need it. (for mobile users, there’s a read-more after a few paragraphs)


Tony Stark isn’t new to kids, not exactly.

He’s always tried to visit paediatric wards when he had a moment, letting the kids play with the armours and telling them stories. He helped Reed and Sue with babysitting, and he remembers Val’s first attempts at building microprocessors. He held a newborn Danielle Cage in his arms and he marvelled at how tiny she was. He’s always glad to help his baby Avengers with homework.

He likes kids. He might never have his own, and he tells himself he’s made his peace with that, but he likes kids and he likes spending time with them, from babies and toddlers to I’m-not-a-kid-anymore teenagers.

And the moments he spends with kids never get any less special.

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God is with us in every season of our lives, and He remains faithful. Lately my prayers have been full of tears, when just a few weeks ago, my prayers were full of laughter and praise. God knows our hearts, friends. He sees you in what ever season you’re in. If you’re feeling at the end of your rope like I am right now, pray for Him to get you through—moment by moment. “God, help me get through the morning and make it until lunch time.” Or, “Lord, just get me through the night.” Baby steps. Let His grace guide you, and His strength provide you with what you need to make it through. He’s got you. Amen.

November Rain (Part 1)

Originally posted by rocksaroundthesuns

Characters: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 3001

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Smut, Unprotected Sex, Angst, Violence Against the Reader, Swearing, Bigotry 

Summary:  After a hunt goes awry, Dean and the reader spend the night together, but was it all a mistake?

A/N:  This is my first A/B/O fic, written for @dr-dean‘s A/B/O Challenge (Happy Birthday!!).  I’ve always wanted to write one of these, so thank you so much for breaking me out of my shell.  And thank you @notnaturalanahi, for getting me out of my funk and inspired to write this, not to mention betaing it for me.  The prompt was November Rain by Guns n’Roses (one of my favorite songs, by my favorite band.)  Written using @kittenofdoomage‘s A/B/O Rules.  It got a little too long, so I’m splitting it up into two parts.  

***Please do not repost my work without my knowledge or consent.  Even if you are giving me credit, please do not repost my work.***


The day you met Dean Winchester you knew he belonged to you.

It wasn’t the earth shattering electricity you’d heard True Bonds conveyed when mates touched.  It was in a smile, in a glance, in the warm, comforting knowledge that he was yours.  Just for you.

Since then, loving him had been as easy as breathing, but being with him was considerably harder.  If Dean had felt the call, he never showed it.  He worked beside you, treated you like family, but never made an advance.  And that was the true challenge of your situation, and the true burden of being an unmated Omega.

“I’ll have you know, I’m great company to most people,” Dean said, shaking you out of your thoughts.

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“I’m just asking this one thing of you.” Her voice was calm, but it wasn’t enough to cover the storm that raged inside of her. He already knew what she was going to ask. To be frank, he’d been waiting for it, had thought it’d happen every time they locked eyes. But she’d given him the silent treatment, waiting for him to make the first move and explain. He hadn’t caved in, not to the coldness in her eyes or the stubborn tilt of her jaw. Yet. Apparently she’d run out of patience.
“Why do you keep pushing me away? Be honest with me.” Honest. That word alone drove a hundred needles into his skull. If there was one thing he sucked at, it was honesty, especially if it concerned people he loved. Especially if it led to him admitting to a weakness. Admitting to fear.
“Every time I think I managed to get through to you, it’s like you never heard me at all. It’s like you don’t even try to listen. You’re not making an effort.” How very wrong she was but that too was something she could not know. Something he could not say out loud because words had a funny way of backfiring and making things even worse.
“You’re right. I’m not making an effort. I don’t want to. I don’t care.” Her face fell and his heart sank. What kind of person was he to protect his own skin, to let her put her heart on the line and not give anything in return?
“I think you do,” she said quietly. “I think you see where this is going and you’re scared so you’re trying to make me leave on my own. But I won’t. I won’t leave you no matter how often you push me away.”
“You want me to be honest?” She nodded and straightened, throwing her shoulders back. Every inch of her was attentive.
“I fall in love hard and fast. It takes as much time for me to fall out of love. I open my heart, I get attached, everything is fine until it isn’t. Until someone ends up breaking my heart or I break theirs and it always ends in fights and screams and tears and I’m sick of it.” Without noticing his hands had balled into fists. Heat rose in his cheeks. Never had he meant to lose control like this. His tone softened. “If I don’t risk anything, I don’t lose. That’s it. It’s not your fault.”
She reached for his hand and squeezed, gentle but firm.
“But you don’t know how it ends before you start, do you? You cannot possibly know.” Every part of him wanted to pull away, had to pull away, but he couldn’t. He’d been running for so long, struggling so hard, twisting and winding and always escaping. But he was tired. His very soul was tired.
“Because if you don’t risk anything, you can’t win, either,” she whispered, pulling him closer and closer until the only thing he wanted to be was honest with her. Until he no longer wanted to escape.
—  I’ll risk it for you / n.j.
Camren fanfiction!! For those who do not know what to read. And write me an interesting fanfic, which is not in this list. If you can't find some fic, write me and I'll give you a link.

Completed: The Blind Side of Love; Trials and Tribulations; Yellow; Blue; Green; CC7; Do I Wanna Know; Mondays; Yours Truly; Chances; The Way To Love; Walk A Mile; Blood, Sweat And Tears; Journals; Through Her Eyes; Reason To Fight; Coffee Breaks; The Stripper; Talk To Me; Not Quite the Opposites; Color; Ain’t That A Kick in the Head; Birdgirl; The Jauregui; The Jauregui: Malfunctions and Corruption; Lifeboat Lighthouse; between heaven and disaster; For Me This is Heaven; Monochromatic; when the stars align; Hinder; Thinking Out Loud; Lie Here With Me; Wild Flowers; the sound of your heart; Breathe Easy; Question Marks; reasons to go, reasons to stay; Lost in Stone; Lazaretto; Tyrant; Wishes; The Iceberg Method; The Snowflake Method; Don’t Forget To Breath; life in an upturned boat; girl is like a sunburn; Post-Apocaplytic Aphrodisiac; The Other Roommate; A Hug Instead of Saying Something; She’s Not Normal; Love Cove; The Theory of Attraction; Pride Mates; on the road; Home; Manhattan; Into You; As If We Never Said Goodbye

Ongoing: LJ10; Linger; Professor C; through the mist ➵; Dark Paradise; Checkmate; Fallen Angel; Blame It On Bad Luck; Soluna; Blue Creek Lodge; Spring With You; To You, Graceless; Murphy’s Law; you make me sick (for being so perfect); Talk Me Down; The Trio; The Vindicated With The Monstrous; Oblivious; If It Hurts This Much (Then It Must Be Love); Good Vibes; House Of Cards; Shooting the Moon; As the Wind Changes; The Perfect Sin; With Every Sip; Come Back, Be Here; INVISIBLE; Just One Chance; Heart Hold Fast; Behind the Scenes; right there in the details; Now You Know; Time After Time; As If We Never Said Goodbye 2; The Good in Me, In My Veins

Unfinished or on hold (I don’t know): If I Lose Myself; Anatomy Of Love; Ashes To Ashes; Wolf Lake; Butterfly Culture; Till The Death Do Us Part; The Jauregui: Malfunctions and Corruption; Monotony; Stolen Moments; Beach Roses; Descent; Play Practice; Hero; Mascot Madness; The Soulmates Series; Atlas; Love Runs Out; Once Upon A December; Crave The Bet; Riptide

Sudden– like stale cigarettes and pale girls that didn’t know how to love so they pick guys that’ll help the days go by. Cold– airy like your breath, but we never got to kiss, I can still feel my fingers trace your spine, another letter about not being able to call you mine, baby, I love you just isn’t enough and it’s no longer true, but the truth is some dead part of me is still fucking in love with you and we’ve changed. Stitches– words still tremble through my voice, I can’t look at myself and I hate myself, secrets etched into my skull. I think about every night, but you’ll never know. Fuck the metaphors, I’ll just live a little. Fuck the time, when you’re living in your prime– life is such a strange event. How many days will fly by as I’m missing you tonight? Stretch– like the way you held my gaze for longer than a second, I love this month, I hate this month, I love you much, I hate you much, I hate myself, still learning how to love myself. Trust– you tore through my heart first, it’s only right that I do the fucking same. An eye for an eye and love is truly blinding. I hate you to the point of exhaustion, I just want it to go away. I love you to the point of nonexistence, no wonder I miss you when I’m sinking into my depression. Oceans– you used to hold my thoughts into a bag, asthma attacks will decaying lungs, it’s the only way that I know how to love. Kiss me until it hurts or don’t kiss me at all. Sex– summer dresses and moonlight sonatas, fucking until the sun finishes its love letters to the moon. The myth is a lie. The moon doesn’t only show up during the night. You’re just not paying attention to the little details that is us. And we’ve changed. Flimsy– paper heart of mine, like you ran into my hands and didn’t want to let go, origami soul with a hint of watercolor tears– shit, I can still hear your voice when the rain whispers lightning and thunder into the middle of December and I’ll die a lonely death some day, we came into this world naked and alone, crying those sad little tears won’t get us anywhere. Reprieve– like the love that we had wasn’t enough, so we had to look for it somewhere else. Love– like it was supposed to end, like you knew it was going to end, and like how it ended– I wanted a happy ending, but I’ll take a sad tale that doesn’t have a princess. I’ll take the champion with his steel sword and fire proof shield melted into his flesh. At least he died for something. At least he didn’t hold his breath when he said that he loved you. Not like how I could. No, never that. Poetry– I don’t need this, I just want the depth. Prose– keep it into my palms, one love letter at a time, one broken heart lost in the sands of time. Fuck– my favorite word.
—  shit.
La douleur exquise Pt.2 (M)

La douleur exquise: The heart-wrenching pain of wanting someone you can’t have.

Summary: You’ve been helplessly in love with your brother’s best friend all your life, but he can’t see you as anything other than a little sister.

Pairing: Wonho x Reader x Jungkook (not a threesome but messy as hell)

Word Count: 6.1k

Genre(s): Angst, smut

Part 1 here

A/N: Thank you guys for being so patient with me on this update. I really hope I did it justice and hope you enjoy! (& don’t kill me I’m sorry)

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Phone Call

content: Dean gets a phone call at work. And the person on the other end of the line is not the one he expected.

word count: 1,147

[AO3]


Dean almost ignores the ringing cell phone next to him on the table because he’s seriously not in the mood to talk to anyone with an empty stomach and only about fifteen minutes left of his lunch break to change that.

But as soon as he notices the name “CAS” flashing on his phone’s screen Dean finds himself smiling brightly, the sandwich in front of him forgotten.

“Hey, Cas,” he says cheerfully after picking up. The warmth in his chest spreads instantly just thinking about the man on the other end of line and he feels like a giddy teenager once again. It’s been about ten months since they made their relationship official and Dean can’t imagine this intense feeling of rightness to ever go away.

“Hey, Dean,” a voice greets him that is most definitely not Castiel, sounding way too young and way too female.

Dean, however, doesn’t feel put out by it. On the contrary, his grin only grows.

“Claire, honey,” he says gently. “Does your dad know you’re using his phone?”

“Yes,” Claire claims, though there is a waver in her tone Dean knows way too well.

He narrows his eyes. “Are you lying to me right now? Remember what we told you about that?”

Claire sighs as if it’s a heavy burden to put up with some grown-ups. “Daddy knows,” she insists. “He gave it to me, so I can play with it.”

Dean chuckles. “Playing Candy Crush is not the same as calling some people, sweetie. Can you imagine the phone bill if you’d accidentally dial someone in China?”

“I don’t wanna call China,” she counters, the frown on her face actually audible through the phone. “I just wanna call you.”

Dean feels his heart seize. “That’s very sweet, Claire –”

“I miss you,” she interjects, her voice lower all of a sudden. “When will you be back and make us some burgers?”

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Empathy Series, part III. Part II can be found here.

A/N: Here it is! Part III, which is also the final part of the Empathy Series. I decided it was time to wrap it up so I could make time to start on the holiday imagines (which reminds me, I still have requests open until the Monday after Thanksgiving!). Thank you for all of the love and support, and I’m very excited to start my new fic “When Fire Meets Fire!”

Words: 1,660 

Warnings: implied smut… I think that’s all, actually.

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road trip.

loosely based on @stanleybby ‘s headcanons

6/7 of the Losers Club didn’t know it, but Bill was taking them to Disney, something he had wanted to do with Georgie—which eventually became Bill, Georgie, and the rest of them. He was stressed out while driving, trying to keep Richie from spewing anything fowl that the younger Denbrough could pick up and repeat, Mike’s directions being thrown at him quickly as they came to interstate after interstate after highway after highway. It’s not that Bill didn’t like driving, he just thought Stan was a much better driver, hell, he even thought Richie was better at driving and he had almost killed them on a drive to McDonald’s.

“Next left.” Mike said softly, not trying to wake those sleeping in the back. He looked in the rearview mirror, smiling at the sight of his sleeping friends, love filling his heart. He was so excited when he had found out that Bill was planning a road trip for the 7 of them, plus Georgie. Obviously, Mike had wanted to help Bill plan every aspect of it, down to what photos they would take and at what time they would take them. Overall, he was just overjoyed to see his friends safe from any harm that could’ve potentially come to them, whether through parents, bullies, or something outlandish like a killer dancing clown.

Richie was slumped in the right seat of the van, Eddie’s head lying on his lap, fingers absentmindedly playing with the brown hair attached. Eddie was snoring lightly, only waking up occasionally to mumble “Are we there yet?” in regards to the next rest stop, so he could update his mother on where he was. Richie’s gaze followed the clouds and passing greenery, sighing contently as a certain safeness consumed him. He had never felt as safe at home as he did when he was with his friends, his real family. It’s not that his parents just didn’t care about him, they did. But when your parents wanted a daughter and they got a son, a son they didn’t understand..things got complicated. Nothing was complicated with the Losers Club. And that was why he felt so safe with them, he never felt like he was wrong for being him. His friends loved him and he loved them.

After a few hours had passed, Stan took over driving the final stretch from North Carolina to Florida. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he was grateful to Bill and Mike for planning this trip. All his life, he had been picked on and bullied for something he couldn’t, but wished, he could change. With the losers, however, he could just be plain old Stanley Uris. It felt like a breath of fresh air to him, to be able to have people surrounding him with support and love.

Ben woke up sometime around 12pm, coercing the others into playing an almost three hour long game of iSpy. Which, for the record, Beverly ended up despising after the second hour because Ben was obviously cheating and just wouldn’t admit it. Richie suggested UNO, but Eddie was a very sore loser when it came to card games, so everyone vetoed it in favor of not wanting to see what anger the short boy held in his entire body.

Around 3, they finally arrived at the destination, eyes lighting up with wonder and excitement as they saw the signs for Disney World.

“Holy shit!” Richie exclaimed, jostling Eddie’s head off his lap.

“Richie, watch your language.” Stan pointed to Georgie, who was staring with wide brown eyes at everything outside the windows.

“He wont repeat it.” Richie grumbled, looking at the youngest boy. “Will ya?”

Without hesitation, Georgie let out a small “holy shit” as he looked back at Richie and then out the window.
Bill almost crashed the car when he heard his younger brother curse.

“Beep Beep, Richie!”

it hurts until it doesn’t pt. 1

Pairing: Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Angst, smut

Word Count: 5.5k

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

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You could feel your phone start to vibrate deep in the pocket of your coat as you fumbled with your keys and trying to balance your grocery bags in your hands. “Fuck.” You mumbled as the sounds of a bag ripping echoes through the hallway. By the time you managed to save your bananas and unlock your front door your phone had stopped.

The game of phone tag had been going on since Yoongi left for his work trip the week before and you hoped that when you called him back that he would still be on the other line. But your heart sank when the line kept ringing, only to have him pick up at the last second.

“Hey babe.” He said flatly. The syllables running off his tongue as if his thoughts were on autopilot.

You sank down in your chair, preparing for another conversation where neither of you actually say how you’re really feeling. Speaking in empty words to continue to pretend that things were still going strong between the two of you. “How is the album coming along?” You asked as you always do when Yoongi is away for work.

Yoongi sighed through the line and you could almost see him running his fingers through his messy hair, “The album is done. I’m just wrapping up the last of the mixing. I’m catching a flight home tomorrow”

Even through all the awkwardness your heart still skipped a beat at the mention of the word home. “Do you want me to pick you up?” You asked, trying to mask the hopefulness in your voice.

He paused, and you held your breath hoping that maybe he would have changed his mind, “No, it’s okay. My flight won’t be getting in until late and I don’t want you to have to take the train by yourself. I’ll just catch a cab home”

You couldn’t remember the last time he let you pick him up from the airport. You remembered how your heart used to race when he would text you that he landed. Even if Yoongi was only gone for a few days seeing him come down the escalators was enough to send your heart into a tailspin, “Oh, okay. Will you let me know when you’ve boarded and when you get in? Just to make sure you’re safe”

Yoongi’s yawn echoed through the phone, “I will. But I should get back to work. I love you”

“I love you too” were the only words that escaped your lips before the line on the other end went dead.

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Innocent? Not Really.

Theo Raeken x female!Reader
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Author: T💕
Request: “Could you make a Theo Raeken smut where the reader is a really innocent good girl and she is Stiles sister? One night Stiles and the pack are at a party and Theo takes his chance to get the reader alone and finally do what he’s been wanting to do with her? Please and thank you so much!”
Warnings: Smut & language


  So, tonight, my brother decided that he is going to throw a part. Fantastic.
  “It isn’t really a "party”, Y/N/N. It’s just the pack getting together to hang out.“ Stiles ran behind me while I walked to the jeep.
   I rolled my eyes. "Fine, whatever. Can I drive?”
   "Are you high?!“ Stiles held his key above his above his head, out of my reach.
  I jumped up and down trying to get the jeep keys. "Come on, Stiles! Don’t be so mean!”
  Lydia, Scott, Allison, and Theo walked up to my brother and I.
  “Um, is everything okay here?” Lydia looked between the two of us.
  “Stiles is being a dick!” I huffed.
  Lydia gasped dramatically. “That was a naughty word, Y/N!”
  I rolled my eyes and pushed passed the two giving me grief. Theo stuck out his arm and pulled me into his chest. I stood on my tip toes to wrap my hands around his neck and hug him back.
  “Don’t worry about it, Y/N/N. They are just being assholes.” He squeezed me.
  I smiled.“ Yeah, they do it all the time, it’s nothing I can’t handle.” I pulled away from Theo.
  “Are you coming over tonight?” I asked.
  Theo rubbed the back of his neck. “Y-Yeah. I mean, uh, if you want me to, I will.”
  I smiled, showing my teeth. “That’d be amazing!”
  “Y/N! Let’s goooooooo!” Stiles honked his horn at me.
  “I gotta go. I’ll see you later tonight?”
  Theo kissed my head and nodded.  "Of course. Don’t get into any trouble, Little Miss Innocent!“
  I laughed out loud and jumped in the jeep.


  Stiles put some snacks on the living room table. I sat on the couch, staring at my phone.
  "Are you going to help me or?” Stiles stood with his hands on hips.
  I smiled and quickly typed on my phone. “No, sorry. I’m busy.”
  “Doing what?! Everyone will be here any second and you are just sitting there texting! Who are you even talking to?” Stiles snatched my phone away from me.
  “I wouldn’t!” I warn.
  Stiles read the messages.

  I watched my brothers face get red and heard the front door open. Scott, Allison, Derek, Lydia, and Theo came in. Theo’s eyes instantly met mine. I threw my head in the direction of my brother. Theo looked and saw Stiles holding my phone in his hand. The two of us started to bust out laughing.
  The pack took their shoes off and chose their seats. Theo slumped on the big chair with me. I sat with my back resting against the arm of the chair and my lower body draped across Theo’s lap.
  Stiles turned off the lights and popped the disc in the DVD player. The previews to the movie started.
  “Are we watching fucking Star Wars again, Stilinski?!” Scott yelled.
  “Yes, McCall! Now shut the fuck up and watch the movie!” My older brother yelled back at Scott.
  Scott mumbled. Stiles leaned forward from his seat next to Derek. “I don’t know what you just said, but we could all be dying instead, so count your blessings!”
  I picked up my cup. “And I could be riding Theo’s dick, but whatever.”
  The choked on whatever he had started eating a few seconds ago. Everyone turned their heads to us.
  “Is he alright?” Allison asked.
  Theo coughed some more. “I’m fine! I just clearly can’t eat right.”
  I felt my ears get hot. Theo leaned to me. “Where did that come from?!” He whisper-shouted.
  I whispered​ back. “I honestly don’t really know. I didn’t think you’d hear me! And I need you to move your phone, please.”
  Theo pause for a second. “Y/N…that isn’t my phone.”
   I squinted. “What?”
  Theo took my hand and moved it to where I thought his phone was. As soon as my hand touched the bulge, I knew exactly what it was. I felt my underwear get wetter.
  “Oh…” I said.
  Theo let my hand go and rested his on my upper thigh. “I really like you, Y/N. I like you so much that it is actually hard to put into words. You are so damn pretty that every time I see you it makes my heart stop. The fact that you aren’t my girlfriend drives me fucking insane, Y/N. And right now, all I can think about it fucking you senseless.” He whispered in my ear.
  I smirked. “I’m game.”
  Theo growled, and I felt myself get wetter. We snuck upstairs to my room silently. Theo closed the door with his foot quietly. He picked me up and I wrapped my hands around his neck.
  Theo and I leaned together. Our lips connected and the kiss sent sparks through my body.
  Theo gently placed me on the bed and pulled away from me. I bit my lip as I watched him pull off his shirt. I sat up to take mine off too. Theo stopped me.
  I rose my eyebrow at him.
  “Be mine, Y/N? I need to hear you say yes before we go any further. I meant what I said about liking you while we were on the chair.” Theo held my waist.
  I smiled wide. “Of course, Theo. I’ve wanted to be with you since we met.”
  Theo pecked my lips and let me finish taking off my shirt.
  Theo cupped my breasts. “This is a pretty bra, Y/N…but I think it’ll match the floor a little better.”
  I rolled my eyes at Theo. He removed my bra and licked his lips. I squirmed in my seat a little bit.
  Theo leaned forward and took my boobs in his hands. I moaned quietly and rolled my head back.
  Theo groaned. “God, Y/N. You are so fucking beautiful.”
  I crawled up to the top of the bed. I used one finger to beckon Theo to me. He climbed up to me and kissed me. His lips unlocked doors in me that I had long forgotten.
  Theo pushed his crotch into mine. I gasped.
  “Can you, u, help me out with that, baby?” He bit his perfect, pink lip.
   I smirked. “Only if you make it hard for me to walk tomorrow.” I whispered.
  Theo moaned. “Jesus, Y/N. I thought you were an innocent good girl.”
  I grabbed Theo’s dick through his pants. “Oh, babe, good girls are just bad girls who haven’t been caught.”
  Theo shot up and undid his belt faster than you could imagine. He took off his jeans next and tossed them somewhere in my room. He took out one claw and tore my cloth pants and underwear in half.
  Theo slid a condom over his hard on and crashed into my lips.
  “Theo..fuck me…I want to feel your cock inside of me.” I panted.
  “Do you want me to go slow, baby?”
  I grinned. “Fuck, no.”
  Theo rammed his cock inside of me. I bit his shoulder to keep from screaming out. I drug my nails down Theo’s back roughly.
  Theo’s cock stretched my walls and made me a moaning and panting mess.
  “Harder, Theo. Please, fuck me harder.”
  Theo put one of his hands over my mouth and the other by my head. He thrust into me with more force. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed with pleasure.
  “No, no, no, Y/N. Look at me while I fuck you in your tight, little pussy.”
  Theo’s words made me moan super loud in his hand. The feeling of Theo hitting my g-spot with every thrust made it hard to keep my eyes open, but I managed to do it anyway.
  “Look at you, Princess.” Theo praised. “You take my huge cock so well. Your pussy looks so good wrapped around my shaft. Fuck.”
  I moaned and dug my nails even deeper into Theo’s shoulders.
  Theo moved his hand from my mouth. “T-Theo. Oh, fuck, you make my pussy feel so good. Please don’t stop.”
  I didn’t think Theo’s thrust could get any harder, but they could. Theo thrusted harder and put a hand on my headboard so that the group downstairs wouldn’t hear it hit the wall while Theo pounded into me.
  I gasped as I felt myself start to cum. I arched my back and pressed my chest against Theo’s. My toes curled and I groaned louder than I should have. Theo started to get sloppy and thrusted into me a few more times. He groaned in the crook of my neck. I felt his cock pulsate in my pussy when he came.
  Theo pulled out of me and we both collapsed on the bed next to each other.
  The condom got tossed in the trashcan next my bed. I snuggled into my boyfriend’s chest. “Well,” Theo smiled at me. “not really all that "innocent” are ya, baby?“
  I kissed his chest. "Babe, I promise that only you will see me like that.”
  Theo kissed my head. The living room light flicked on and some of it shone under my door. “Hey, where are-OH, FUCK NO! Y/F/N Y/M/N STILINSKI!” My brother started up the stairs.
  “If he liked me before, he sure as shit is going to hate my guts now. ” Theo joked and I hid under my blanket.

“Why doesn’t he care?” 2.0

Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst

Format: Text Post 

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Originally posted by sugabtskookie

Taehyung’s p.o.v

I didn’t go home when I said that I would, and Y/N hasn’t bothered to message me at all the past few days. Was she mad at me? No I doubt that she’d be mad at me, she’s always been so… so, forgiving. There are so many times that I’ve lashed out on her and she’d still be right by my side reassuring me that everything’s going to be alright and I’ve never been more thankful to have someone like her in my life. 

I kept checking my phone, switched it on and off just to make sure there wasn’t a glitch which resulted in my phone not receiving any messages. But nothing. Was she busy? Nothing happened to her right? Actually scrap that thought, if anything major happened to her she’d tell me first thing. 

I’m not even going to try and hide it, I did feel bad for being so cruel to her the other night and actually I’ve been sort of ‘off’ with her for a while now. But I couldn’t bring myself to apologise. I’m a douche I know, but it’s not like what I said wasn’t true, per se. She was never this clingy when we first started dating and we’ve been together for four years now. Our relationship was publicly open and fans accepted and loved Y/N because they could always see how happy she makes me, and that’s no lie nor was it a publicity stunt, she genuinely made me so happy. Of course she’d still receive hate once in a while but I guess that only ever made our bond even stronger. But I’ve had the thought of ‘was I getting tired of her, is that why I just assume she’s being clingy?’ No, that can’t possibly be it, every time I looked at my lockscreen and see our picture my heart still manages to skip a beat. Maybe this is just a phase that all couples go through? You have to go through the bad to get to the good right? 

To tell the truth, every time I look at my future, I only ever see myself with Y/N. She’s always been someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, someone I wanted to grow old with and have our own kids. She’s that ‘someone special’ to me, someone who will always be irreplaceable regardless, I wouldn’t want to be with anyone other than her. Actually, I wouldn’t even be who I am today without her. And that’s made me realise that I should quit being such a dick and appreciate everything that she’s done for me and everything that she is to me.


Quick update before the next part drops, kind of a filler in a way but I hope you enjoy anyway 💜

I have complete and utter respect for the sheer ride-or-die-ery of Tali’Zorah vas Normandy and Garrus Vakarian.

You stumbled upon these two back in the Citadel days and even with cultural/racial boundaries became the greatest and closest friends in the galaxy, and at every turn you’re either there for them or they’re there for you. Tali’s on a planet with a dying star, surrounded by Geth and death, and her thoughts are “I wish Shepard were here.” Garrus Vakarian was a few moments away from suicide after being alone for far too long with mercenaries gunning for him from every angle but the moment he saw an N7 through his scope he knew he’d make it off Omega. Your fellow Alliance crew member who was with you since you were both assigned to the Normandy before ME1 even flakes and waivers, Liara is off chasing her own leads even though she wants to be with you, but those two are right there beside you; every time, every game. Into Ilos, into the Omega 4 relay, into the heart of the Reaper threat. 

I love them so much, even when not romancing them. They’re Shepards by blood shed together and battles fought.

Kiss Me Slowly

pairing: peter parker x reader

word count: 1.5k

summary: based on the song “kiss me slowly” by parachute. peter parker really, really wants to kiss his girlfriend, but can’t seem to work up the courage to do so. this is cheesy as hell but i just needed to write it, okay.

Originally posted by clutterbucky


I can see you there with the city lights
Fourteenth floor, pale blue eyes.
I can breathe you in.
Two shadows standing by the bedroom door,
No, I could not want you more than I did right then,
As our heads leaned in.

Peter has never been one to make the first move. After all, it only took three long months of being constantly encouraged by Ned to finally approach you in your literature class. He’s shy, even more so when it comes to the pretty girl who sits in the row behind him, who always gives him a small smile when she caught his eye. He isn’t staring - at least that’s what Peter always tells himself.

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taste the feeling | M

Thanksgiving (smut) drabble game: 3. masturbation + 4. bodily fluids + Jungkook!

Originally posted by kookmint

warnings: PWP, inexperienced couple, handjobs and some minor cumplay.
word count: 1.5K+


“Can you do that again?” The question comes as a whisper, the hesitation dripping from every syllable that leaves Jungkook’s lips.

You say nothing, eyes traveling along with the characters that fight uselessly on the television in your boyfriend’s room, lip bit in concentration as the episode of Dragon Ball Z that airs every sunday morning ends with an abrupt cliffhanger.

“What?” You ask after a minute, stretching in Jungkook’s bed as he turns his body to you, eyes lingering for a second too long on the way your shirt rides up as you lay down. “Do what?”

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