i’ve seen a lot of really messed up images in my time on the internet, weird fetish shit, even a few IRL gore images but nothing. NOTHING evokes such a deep seated, gut wrenching fear in me like this image of the fucking water slide from Action Park with the loop in it


Interior Pullman Car.

Beveled mirrors, ornate carvings, and polished brass were the hallmarks of travel in a Pullman parlor car, such as the one depicted here from 1893. First-class passengers enjoyed plush swivel seats and could eat their meals in equaling lavish dining cars. The wealthiest Pennsylvanians owned their own luxuriously appointed private cars.

Credit: Courtesy of the Railroad Museum of Pennsylvania

kinda looks similar to the inside of the first class cabins on the Titanic.

regularghostly  asked:

Okay I know the popular scenario is "embarrassed mutual pining" (and trust me I love that) but what about this: soon after lance realizes his feelings for Keith he just fully embraces them and starts flirting with Keith almost 24/7 the way he does with random alien chick only more specific/flattering? And Keith's like "what did my gay ass do to deserve this" not knowing Lance is actually fully serious. Then Lance finally stops playing games and just asks him out and Keith's like U WERE SERIOUS?


The time Lance realized that he was undeniably attracted to boys was directly correlated to Keith. It was weird because he could have sworn that he didn’t like Keith - that dense, unwillingly condescending and hotheaded idiot - until. Well. Until they were out after a mission mingling with the locals and Keith was just standing there, a drink in his hand, smiling softly while he talked to a young alien girl. 

It was a huge thing. Lance’s breath caught, his heart skipped a beat and all the blood in his body rushed to his cheeks. Keith hadn’t even done anything special, he really just stood there, a soft and attentive look on his stupidly perfect face while the sun drew patterns on his mullet. It should have been an everyday thing except it wasn’t because Lance really could count on one hand all the incidences where he wouldn’t have changed a thing about Keith (including his awful hairstyle).

So back then Lance did the most sensible thing he could have done: down his drink, cough like mad because wrong pipe and hightail the quiznak out of this situation before it could go completely wrong.

Also, a private freakout that lasted for like five minutes. And maybe some stress eating and extra face care but honestly, that wasn’t a bad thing. He was a paladin of Voltron, they were fighting pretty much 24/7, he was allowed to eat more of Hunk’s cookies if he wanted to. And his face certainly wouldn’t complain about testing out new products to help it stay smooth and soft.

Honestly, Lance thought he had handled it pretty well. No excessive drama and no insults hurled Keith’s way. He’d like to think that he matured through his time as a defender of the universe and could now totally deal with being attracted to boys and Keith. No problemo for Loverboy Lance. 

Except, of course, it was Keith. How did one woo Keith? He was pretty sure that Keith was gay, that wasn’t the problem, the problem was that Keith was dense as quiznak. 

Luckily, the response had been right in front of his eyes: Keith might have been dense but Keith has also spent nearly 2 years with him in space and knew what Lance’s flirting looked like. It was ideal, he just had to act like he always did, not even Keith could be stupid enough to misunderstand that. 

So when the opportunity arose, Lance didn’t hesitate to take it.

Keep reading

The Dozens of Times Eddie Kapbrak Came Home, and the One Time He Didn’t

(A Story in Sonia’s POV)

–There was the one time Eddie came home angry. Slamming doors, cursing under his breath. I was upset at the language, but more worried he’d catch a little finger, or a toe in the cabinets or doors. I asked why and he pushed me away. He had always been doing that lately. Am I being too much of a worrier? Maybe I am. He’s older now, and doesn’t need me as much. As much as that hurts to admit, seventeen is old enough to be independent. 

–He came home crying again. He’d been doing a lot of that, too. Something was different. He came to me for once. I was selfishly happy, but that left me when I saw him. He had a bruise under his left eye. His lip was cut, and his hands were shaking and red, a sign that he’d had a panic attack again. Those signs used to be foreign to me until he told me those weren’t asthma like I had thought for years. I’d like to think of myself as an almost expert on them now. The only thing hard for me to tell anymore is what might cause them. He has them so often. Eddie comes to me, and sits down, panting. He looks worn down and sad and resigned, as if he’s accepted a heavy fate, or like he was waiting for a piano to fall on him. 

This time when I ask him what’s wrong, he crumbles and starts to cry again. He tells me Henry and his psychopath friends cornered him in the locker room, and roughed him up. He shows me his ribs, and I see red. Partly the dried blood, partly rage. That little freak carved the word “Fag” into Eddie’s little side. It takes everything in me not to take him to the hospital, but Eddie insists he cleaned and dressed it as much as it needed, and it wasn’t deep, no stitches needed. I prayed with everything in me that it wouldn’t scar. When I asked him why they would choose that word, he becomes silent again. He seems to be trying to find the right words to say, and eventually he does. He tells me, stuttering more than the elder Denbrough boy, that it’s because they saw him kissing Richard Tozier. I had nothing to say, and he goes to his room before I could find the right words. I did eventually, over dinner. I tried to make a lighthearted joke, and said he could do better than little Richie Tozier, and that I loved him. He did laugh, but he also cried. This time it was the good way. 

–One time he came home excited, his feet barely touching the ground as he ran upstairs. I called out to him to get the door, but he was down just as fast heading out again. His cheeks are pink and his eyes are bright, and I can’t help but to think that just a few months ago this same boy was crying in shame over what had happened. He was a lot happier in general, due in part I suppose to coming out, but mostly Richard. Richie, Richie this, and Richie that. I almost wanted to tell him I was tired of hearing it, but his happiness wasn’t something I could get tired of. Despite being a trouble maker and a bad mouth, he did take care of Eddie. I did tell him to stop coming home with love marks- unsanitary and shameless little things. I tried not to think about the fact that he still probably got them where I couldn’t see them. He may be an adult next month but he’s still my little angel.

He tells me he’s finally going out on a real date, just the two of them. That they’re going to see a movie, and he tells me not to wait up. I know I’ll try to, but he always manages to come home after I fall asleep. Sneaky little boy. He tells me he’s already left the name, address, and number of the movie theatre on the counter, and that he’ll be with Richie who can be reached as well. I have his number in my Rolodex, as I do his parents, and the rest of his friends- you never know when you might need them. He kisses my cheek and practically skips out to the beat up truck Richard drives. It has a bench seat and the driver seatbelt doesn’t work most of the time, and I cringe thinking about Richie just sitting on it so he doesn’t get a ticket for not actually wearing it. Eddie promised me he’d never drive it, so at least there’s that. 

–He came home today, silent. It’s almost worse when he does that instead of crying. Eddie was pale, and he had dark circles under his eyes. I asked if he was okay, and he just stares at me. It feels like an eternity when he opens and says “The school won’t let Richie and I go to prom together… They said if we showed up they’d kick us out.” His voice sounds so fragile and small, like he doesn’t feel like a real person. I’m furious. I tell him I’ll call the school, but he begs me not to. He says it’s okay, he knew it would happen, that this is just the way things are. I, however, will not stand this. As soon as he goes to his room, I call his principle. I can’t remember exactly what I said, though I am equal parts embarrassed and proud to have used foul language in place of his name. “Mr. Shitstain” and I came to an agreement that they may attend as long as they are within a larger group. He will not allow them to have couple’s pictures, but he did reluctantly allow that they dance together. I tell Eddie in the morning and he cries and hugs me. He goes to Richie to give him good news. 

–He comes home after prom with a photo- the whole group is in it, all holding a sign that says “Loser’s Club”. I cringed at the name, but they chose it for themselves years ago. Eddie and Richie are next to each other, and I suppress an eye roll that Richard had ripped open his shirt to reveal an exclamation point painted on his pale abdomen at the last moment. The picture is slightly blurred, and Eddie confirms my theory when he laughs and says the camera guy was startled and tried to lunge at Richard to put all of his clothes back on. Despite this, I see the stars in his eyes. He is happy, so I am happy. 

–Lately he’s been coming home with heaps of papers, college letters, essays, SATs, tests. I try not to think about him leaving. I turn up the volume on the TV or the radio when he uses the phone to talk to his friends about it. It hurts and he knows it hurts. I’ve never been good at not worrying. This goes on for weeks. I fail to keep my tears in when he’s at school or out with friends, but at the same time, I’m immensely proud. He’s such a good boy. 

–This time he comes home, and he doesn’t say a word, and I can’t see him from the kitchen but I know something is wrong. His feet are dragging and his breathing sounds funny. I drop the spoon into the soup when I hear a crash. He’s laying on the floor and crying. Despite him being curled up in a ball I can see he’s covered in bruises and cuts, and bleeding badly. I try not to scream but when I rush to him I can’t hold it, he’s been cut up badly again, more words carved into his soft belly and his thighs. I can see the word “Queer” seeping through his khaki pantleg as he sobs. This time, he does need stitches. In many places. The only thing he says to me from the hospital bed is that he is oh so tired of this town. Richard never leaves his side, growling at anyone who causes him pain or wakes him up, like a wild animal. I’ve decided that I am incredibly grateful that he is who he is. 

He’s in the hospital for three days. Night one was cleaning and stitching and recounting what happened. The police had been called to file a report. He hesitantly confesses that Henry, Patrick, and the other cretins did this to him. Chief Bowers is red with rage. I hear him in the hallway calling my son a “flamer” but that his boy was “going to get it”. This is the first and only time I’ve yelled at a cop. Richie laughs and holds up his hand for a high five, something I wouldn’t usually reciprocate, but tonight is a night of firsts. Night two was observation and tests to see how bad the internal injuries might be. He has a concussion, but they found no internal damage aside from bruises and a cracked rib. They send him home wrapped in Ace bandages and taped up like Richard’s glasses. That night he tells me he needs to leave, that he can’t take this anymore. I’m angry, and admittedly irrational. We do not speak to each other for a week. 

–When we speak again, he walks in the door with Richie, William, and Michael. Out of his friends, Michael is my favorite despite where he lives being so messy. He brings me flowers and fresh fruits and vegetables. He washes them himself, but only once he gets here so I can see it. He’s a very well mannered and intelligent man. William is wonderful too, but I feel guilt in having trouble understanding him, and he has a habit of talking with his mouth full. He’s not as messy as Richard, so at least there is that. Eddie has healed nicely so far, most of the stitches are out already, and the scars he has, though sadly legible, are hidden under clothes. His lip and eyebrow have small scars, but they are hard to notice. The boys have folded boxes in their hands. I knew this was coming, but I still couldn’t bear it. I stubbornly told him I wouldn’t help him, and that I wouldn’t watch him either. He only nods his head, looking down. 

They pack up his belongings, and I step out into the yard, smoking my first cigarette in years. I swiped one from the Marsh girl months ago, when Eddie was starting to talk about college. I thought that was the worst, but this hurts more. He’s leaving too soon, and I can’t stop him. He promised me he’d finish high school, and go to college, but that he would not live here, in Derry. Because we weren’t completely speaking, I have no idea where he’s moving, and now I’m too embarrassed to ask. When I go back inside, William hands me a piece of paper, his handwriting surprisingly neat, with Eddie’s address, and number. He was moving just outside of the city, into the matchbox apartments. With Richard. I can’t help it. When he walks out of the front door with his things, he kisses my cheek. I can’t help it. When the car drives away, their silhouettes in the windshield. I can’t help it. I sit down on the porch, and I begin to cry. I can’t help it. 

–He doesn’t come in the door anymore. Not the way he used to. No angry slams, no excited pops as the door hits the wall. No silent entries when he’s tired. No little footsteps. He doesn’t come home. He visits, sometimes with Richard, and with his friends. He calls frequently, too. He’s a good boy. Time passes, and he came to visit after graduation. He got accepted to a college in Maine. I try to hide how happy that makes me. I promise I won’t go to the dorms too much. He and Richie talk about their lease ending and moving on campus. His little group of friends are trying their best to stick together. They all got accepted to the same school, and will try to attend until their majors take them elsewhere. It’s nice knowing that he’ll have so many friends. 

He doesn’t come home, but he visits. Holidays he even stays in his old room. Sometimes. Other times he stays with William in his new house, just down the street from mine. Sometimes they visit Richie’s parents, or Michael’s farm. It’s a lot like it used to be, but it isn’t the same. I know it never will be, and while I’m sad, I’m happy too. He doesn’t come home, but he gets married in the same church I was married in. They make the paper as the first same sex couple to get married in Derry. Someone booed them as they walked to their car, but before anyone said anything, Richard flipped them off. I don’t tell Eddie, but I caught it on camera. It’s framed in my room, shameful but endearing. He doesn’t come home, but he visits often, asking for advice. We’ll have lunch together and talk about stain removal, and he’s picked up cross stitching for Richard’s anniversary gift. He’s going to make a sign that says “Tozier-Kaspbrak” for their sitting room. 

He doesn’t come home, but he visits often. Many times with Richard, and even more happily with their new daughter. I’ve always wanted a daughter, so I spoil her rotten. I try not to be so overbearing as I was with Eddie. I know it had the wrong impression on him, and I don’t want her to feel the same. I give her sweets when they aren’t looking, and I teach her all about keeping a good home, and let her watch football with me when they need a babysitter. Eddie doesn’t know, but sports are a guilty pleasure of mine. I want her well rounded, too- to know that girls can like whatever they please. Her name is Amelia Isabelle, and she grows so fast. He doesn’t come home anymore, not like he used to. And I’m so, so grateful. He’s leading a good and proud life, and I’ve never been more proud to be the mother of Edward Tozier-Kaspbrak. He doesn’t come anymore, but when he visits, it’s like he never left at all. I’ve lived a good little life, I feel.

“Sonia Kaspbrak, 65, passed in her sleep in her home of Derry, Maine. Natural causes. She leaves her son, son-in-law, and granddaughter. Funeral to be held this Saturday, July 17th at the First Church of Derry. She will be fondly remembered by all who knew her. Everyone is welcome to attend the open service ceremony being held to celebrate her life. 
Thank you, 
Richard Tozier-Kaspbrak”

Dinner for the Dead Ritual

We are now in the dark time of the year. From Mabon to Yule, the nights grow longer, nature drifts toward sleep, and it is time for introspection. The veil thins, and it is easier to reach across to spirits and the souls of the dead.

This is my favorite time of year, the closest I get to my true nature and to home, so I am going to provide instruction for A Dinner for the Dead, known also as a Dumb Supper. So named because it is conducted entirely in silence.

With this ritual, you will be able to call forth departed loved ones and feel their presence, perhaps even hear them. Be advised, this is an intense experience and should not be undertaken lightly.

A dinner
Wand or athame
One more chair than the number of living people participating
Memento Mori, reminders of the dead. 
Candles, lanterns, or other dim light.

Step One: Preparation.

Make sure you will be undisturbed for at least a couple of hours. Ideally, this ritual should be performed in a house which is empty of non-participants, or else that everyone else present is respectful, knows what you are doing, and has agreed to remain silent in another room for the duration of the dinner. At the very least, be certain any roommates or family won’t disturb the dinner. The effectiveness of the ritual depends upon silence.

Set a table for the number of living people attending dinner, plus at least one additional place setting. This may be as simple or as fancy as you like. Any number of people may participate, or this ritual may be performed alone.

At the additional place setting, which should (if you have a rectangular table) be at the head of the table, the seat of honor, place items which remind you of lost loved ones – at least one for each specific person you wish to honor. These may be photographs, belongings, gifts from the person in question, or just something which reminds you of them.

Prepare a dinner. This should be the best that you can reasonably put together in terms of personal effort if not expense, but whatever you have available to you is sufficient. If possible prepare favorite foods of the deceased or foods which remind you of them. Foods traditionally associated with the dead are also appropriate. I usually make fried apples and include pomegranates, both fruits associated with the dead.

Be sure to consider drinks. Wine or apple cider is traditional. So, in fact, is tequila or rum in some traditions. Pomegranate juice or apple juice is also a good (non-alcoholic) option.

Optionally, you may wish to include music for part of the ritual, specifically songs which you associate strongly with specific loved ones. This year I intend to play Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata, which I first heard when my grandmother played it for me as a child.  The music should be soft enough to fade into the background.  Some may feel that music disrupts the mood, and the dumb supper has traditionally been held in total silence.

Plate your food before moving on to the next step.

Step Two: Casting

Begin with cleansing yourself of negativity as much as you can. Then, cast a circle. I will not provide instruction here because there are many resources on the subject. How you do this is up to you. The intention is to secure the space so that only spirits of good intent may enter. It is best to “cast to the wall”, which is to say extend your circle casting to the edges of the room so that you may move freely in the space. It doesn’t matter that this will not actually be circular.

Facing west, use the athame to trace the shape, and visualize the opening of a door in the west wall of the space. Invite well-intentioned spirits to enter through this door and join you for a meal in their honor. Specifically, name and invite anyone you wish to attend. If you wish, you may only invite specific people. I have a personal preference for open invitations. Optionally, you may also specifically invite the good-intentioned souls of the dead who have been forgotten and have no one else to remember them. This is an aspect which is very important to me personally as a servant of Hekate. If you have multiple participants, you may have each of them speak and invite specific people if they wish, or have one person do so for everyone.

You may also wish to invite deities or protective spirits before you invite anyone else. I always ask Hekate to be in attendance.

You should write your own evocation, but here is an example:

I/we hereby pierce the veil and open the gates.
I/we welcome good-intentioned spirits who wish to communicate to enter this space.
I/we welcome all whom I/we have loved who have passed on to enter this space.
I/we welcome [name of person] to enter this space.
[repeat as needed]
Join me/us for a dinner in your honor. 
Join me/us in celebrating the thinning of the veil at this time when the living and the dead may come together.

Step Three: The Dinner

From this point forward, remain as silent as possible. If anyone speaks, the energy is disrupted and the tenuous connection to the other side may be easily broken.

You may begin playing music now if you wish. 

Sit and begin your silent meal, contemplating the people who have passed on, and your memories of them. Eat slowly and take your time. Be open to feeling the presences around you and receptive to any messages you may receive. In most cases these will be feelings, sensations, or pure emotion. Articulate messages in the form of sudden thoughts and realizations do occur. One should not expect anything as extreme as audible voices.

This is a very intense experience for most people. It is not uncommon for participants to experience the food that they eat as having little or no taste, as the spirits experience the food through us.

After the meal, you may sit for as long as you wish before ending the ritual.

Step Four: Closing

Do Not Forget This Step! If for any reason your ritual is interrupted, you must come back and do this as soon as possible. If this is not done, the gate remains opened and there is a very real possibility of unpleasant consequences in terms of uninvited guests in your space.

Bid those in attendance farewell and thank them for spending the evening with you. You may invite specific souls to come and go as they please if you wish. State firmly in whatever way you wish that the ritual is at an end and you are ready to return to your normal routine.

With the athame, visualize and announce the closing of the door you opened. Finally, close the circle, and ground yourself.

Again, you should write your own, but here is an example:

I/we offer thanks to all who have joined us in my/our feast.
It is a joy to be in the presence of the other side
But all things must end, and we must return fully to the realm of the living.
Go in peace and love, farewell.
The ritual is complete, and the gate is closed.

Grounding is very important. Enjoy a glass of water, a bite of food which was not part of the ritual, and/or whatever visualization suits you in order to return to a mundane state of mind. Again, there are many other instructions for this, so I will let you do your own research.

You may keep leftovers at your discretion, but it is mandatory that you dispose of the food from the place setting for the dead in a respectful and responsible manner. Tradition is usually to bury it, or else to leave it in some wild place for nature to reclaim. The food can also be fed to domestic pets but should not be given to other humans.

I hope that this ritual serves you well.

the language of post-it notes|| jjk

Originally posted by boo-t-s

Jeon JUNGKOOK | | the language of post-it notes 

fluff  | jungkook x you

high school!au, shy!jungkook

&&- Drabble

-   “P.S. I never got to tell you that I wasn’t rejecting you.  I was going to say yes. :) …. I just don’t know Korean.”

It may have been unspoken, but everyone at Seoul High School knew that Jungkook was not a blunt boy. Despite his charming good looks and his undeniable physical abilities, the boy was the epitome of diffidence. His voice was soft, like that of a blanket for a small child and his bunny-toothed smile was welcoming in a sense that made him have viridity that every boy who attended lacked. The scar on his cheek was endearing and the beauty mark on his lip was breathtaking. It was an awful shame, all the girls who tripped over him to get his attention when all his attention was on you.

He cursed himself to hell for all the times he had been caught foolishly staring at you – there had been biology in fifth period, Geometry in freshman year, AP English literature in junior year — and all those times were merely in class. As school progressed, he tried to grow bolder with you, he’d purposely leave his sweatshirt as his lunch table that was across from yours or in P.E. in which he purposely got himself out just so that he could next to you. Once, he even managed to convince of the elder jocks to switch partners with you just so that he could see your smile in a radius that was less than four meters… but despite all of that, you never noticed.

There had not been other boys, because how could there be when there was Jeon Jungkook? There was no boy as adorable, funny, cheeky, sweet, and all other positive adjectives, as Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook, himself, with his bashfulness, he never knew that your lack of attention wasn’t because of his shyness – but rather because you knew that you had to indulge yourself in studies and not of the opposite sex. After all, the age-old icebreaker  ‘where do you see yourself in ten years?’ did not forecast a Jeon Jungkook in your future.

So with this in mind, you were surprised to find Jeon Jungkook standing beside your locker at the end of the day. His head hung low and you could see the tremble of his hands. A small, folded post-it note was in his hands and you noticed that he had folded it far too many times out of nervousness. You watched him from around the corner for a second, confused as to why he had been standing there. Did you forgot to return him a pencil?

“Jeon Jungkook?”

His name sounds foreign on your lips, but Jungkook likes the childlike symphony you carry when you say it. He doesn’t say anything at the call of his name. He only stands there quietly, a blush painted on his cheeks form being so close to you. Were you always this pretty? His heart flutters at the very sight of your gray oversized hoodie that you always wore when you felt casual (which was practically every day). He always felt like you were the prettiest when you weren’t over-embellishing yourself.

“Jungkook…? Are you there?” Jungkook’s thoughts of you come to a halt once he hears your voice again. His cheeks redden and he nearly tears the post-it note in two from clenching it so hard.

“I-I wanted to give you this.” His voice is barely audible as he averts his gaze to the ground. He could never let himself meet your eyes – especially not when you were an angel. He’s thankful that he listened to his older friend, Park Jimin, for advising him not to cut his fringe, because he would die if you could them.

You watch the boy in front of you, brows knitting at his actions. You heard of how shy he could be, but the thought never crossed that the reason could have been you. After all, you were just Y/N. “Jungkook? You haven’t given it to me.”

“O-oh,” He blushes softly. “Right.” He holds the small red post-it note in front of him, as though it is his first born son that he does not want to give up.

You take in his nervous gestures: how he nervously chews on his bottom lip with his adorable bunny teeth, the way that he averts his eyes from yours every time you turn your gaze on him.

Deciding not to torment the boy any further by waiting, you unfold the note. You blink for a second as you stare down at the note in front of you.

나랑 사귈래?

Jungkook cannot help but feel anxious as he waits for your reaction. Were you about to turn him down? Were you going to laugh at him for thinking he could ever ask you out?

Jungkook begins to speak before you can.

“I-I’m sorry,” Jungkook stammers as he stuffs his hands deeper into his green and black varsity jacket. It is hard to ignore the flush of his cheeks when it contrasts so deeply with the usual sun-kissed tan of his cheek. “I-I’ll just go.” His voice is shaky and he feels lightheaded. He knew he shouldn’t have made a move.

“Jungkook,” your voice shakes a little as it begins to piece together. His nervous actions, him always staring at you, his flushed cheeks… did Jeon Jungkook like you? “Wait,” You call out to him. But before you can stop Jungkook, he is gone. What burdens you the most is that you do not get to tell him that you didn’t reject him, but that you could not read Korean.

The next day, Jungkook is flustered as he sits at his biology table. His leg jerks with nerves as he dreads you coming to sit beside him. After yesterday, the last thing he wanted to do was see the girl who rejected him. Would you laugh at him when you saw him? Would you tell everyone about his fumble?

Jungkook’s thoughts are interjected when you slide in your assigned seat beside him. His cheeks are redder than ever and he nervously - purposely but he doesn’t want you to know that – drops his pencil to avoid seeing your beautiful face. He swears to himself that you’re much too pretty to be walking around Seoul High School. You deserved to be in an art museum in his opinion.

Jungkook puts his mechanical number two pencil on the black table in front of him and his brows knit together as he stares down at a red post-it note. He gulps, immediately eyeing you as though this was a cruel act by the fates on him. Your eyes are too fixated on your biology teacher’s PowerPoint (at least that is what you want him to think) to notice him looking at you.

His hands shake ever so slightly and he nearly rips the post-it note, much like he had before, once he opens it. His entire heart flutters when he reads the response.


(P.S. I never got to tell you that I wasn’t rejecting you… I was going to say yes :) …. I just don’t know Korean.)

Jungkook’s finds himself giggling ever so slightly at the note. You smile at the melodious keys that erupt from him as he giggles. Jungkook is too excited to take notes for the rest of biology and for the rest of class, he spends his time trying to hide the blush on his cheeks.  

Lay All Your Love on Me - Bucky x Reader(f)

Authors Notes: This is for @propertyofpoeandbucky ‘s writing challenge! I decided to use the song to inspire me and this is what came of it! I hope you like it!

Prompt: Lay all Your Love on Me by ABBA

Word Count: 1.1K

Notes/Warnings: Drinking, jealousy, self doubt, embarrassment, kissing.

Originally posted by bellamyblakesgun

“Promise?” You tugged on the collar of Bucky’s shirt. You were leaning against him, trapping him between you and the front door.

“Baby, I promise. It’s just a guys night. No dames, I swear.” He chuckled at your pouty jealousy. He rubbed his thumb on your cheek and leaned down to kiss your nose.

“None that you’re bringing. That doesn’t mean they won’t be there. It is a bar, Buck.” You chewed on the inside of your lip. You knew how ridiculous you sounded but you couldn’t help it. Bucky always had women looking at him. Not that you didn’t understand why; he’s gorgeous.

“(Y/N),” Bucky held your face in his hands and smiled at you. “I promise, no girls. You trust me, right?”

Keep reading

A Guy Like That

Summary: Y/n has liked Peter for as long as she could remember… An incident involving Flash bullying Peter just may be the push Y/N needs to confess her feelings?

Requested: No (I was kinda inspired by this song <–)

Word Count: 3.8k

Taglist: @cutie1365

Warning(s)?: Light cussing, Bullying, teen angst, sERVER fLUFFF?!

masterlist (x) requests (x)


A Guy Like That…

Y/N.…” You stood by your locker, leaning against it with your arms crossed over your chest. You bit your lip sub consciously, watching him from down the hall. 

Y/N…” You didn’t care that your best friend was busy trying to get your attention. All your focus was currently on the curly headed boy who stood down the hall, by his own locker smiling and laughing with his friend. You could see his smile reach his cheeks causing a small dimple to appear near his mouth. His eyes crinkled at the sides when he laughed at something his friend said, causing your own smile to widen in adoration. 

“Are you even listening to me?” Obviously not. 

You shook your head quickly and glanced over at your best friend. Knowing this was very typical of you she just rolled her eyes in response, placing her last book into her locker before closing it.

“You know what your doing could be considered… creepy” She says, placing a strand of hair behind her ear. You glanced away from her with a shrug and stared off into the boy’s direction again. 

I don’t care…” You trailed off, watching him smile and laugh again at whatever his friend had said to him this time. How could you not admire him? 

“You can just walk over there and start talking to him… you guys do share like three classes together” Liz, your best friend states as she watched you with a small smile.

I don’t care...” You responded back dreamily, too entranced with admiring the boy from afar. 

“Or you could grab his face and finally just kiss him” She finishes, this time with a big smile on her face. 

I don’t- wait what!?” You turned away to look Liz in the eyes. She only smirked at your reaction. She turns around to her own locker and makes sure it’s locked, wrapping an arm around yours to pull you away. 

“Are you crazy?! I can’t just go up to him and… kiss him. That would be weird and besides… I think he likes someone else…” You trailed off, knowing this conversation was taking a very familiar turn. Liz rolled her eyes in annoyance.

“He doesn’t like anybody else!” She lets out with a frustrated laugh. You stopped still, causing Liz to stop as well and turn to face you. 

“You haven’t seen it Liz…” You state, a familiar frown beginning to etch it’s way onto your face. Liz just sighs in response, knowing whatever she says you won’t even consider to be the truth. You were stubborn like that, and have been ever since 5th grade.

I have seen it… you’re the one who hasn’t” She states, pulling on your arm again to continue walking down the hall. Once again your eyebrows twitch in confusion. Of course you had seen it… The guy you liked was in love with your best friend. How could you not see that? 

“Hey babe” You rolled your eyes in annoyance once you heard his voice. 

“Hey sweetie” Liz replied in an equally sickly tone. You pretended to gag, making some noises causing them both turn to you. 

“Y/N… always a pleasure’‘ 

’'Flash… hardly ever” You reply sarcastically sending them both a sarcastic smile to go with it. Liz just laughed and hugged Flash’s side, enjoying her two closest friends bicker between each other. You and Flash kind of have a love hate relationship. Frenemies… I guess you could say. 

You walked away from the nauseating couple and headed into physics. 


“Large transformers, when used for some time, become very hot and are cooled by circulating oil. The heating of the transformer is due to….Y/N?” You head rose once you heard your name mentioned. 

“Umm…” You murmured out, glancing down to your sheet to look for your answer.

“Both the heating effect of current and hysteresis loss?” Your answer came out as more of a question seeing you were always nervous if ever you got picked on to answer a question in class, even if you were positive it was correct.

Your teacher smiled happily at you, nodding in your direction. A small smile crept it’s way onto your face as your nerves began to dwindle. Your teacher turned around and back to the board, wiping away the day’s lesson. A few grunts where heard from some students who still hadn’t had copied all the notes down. She turned back around once the board was cleaned and beamed a smile. 

“Now class… for the part of the lesson you’ll all enjoy… how about a game?” Cheers began to erupt around the room at the mention of playing a game. She shook her head and let out a soft chuckle.

“A…. physics game” She states, causing everyone’s hype of excitement to dwindle. 

“We are going to split the room up into girls and boys, each will select a representative to stand up in front of the class and answer questions, each group will give me ten questions each to contribute as I read them aloud to those who are selected. Each will get 30 seconds to think of an answer and the first to raise their hand and give the correct answer will score a point for their team” She finishes. This seemed to boost everyone’s curiosity a little. 

One of the students raised their hand. 

“Will you be picking the representatives?” The teacher shook her head in response. She then divided the class up into girls and boys, boys being on the left and girls being on the right side of the classroom. You could hear the boys all electing one person, coming to their decision pretty quickly. However with the girls…

“Bags not it” One of the girls said, raising a thumb to press against her forehead, many others followed also repeating her words ‘bags not it’. You rolled your eyes at their childishness. 

“I say we take a vote” Another spoke up, wanting to get this over and done with. You agreed with her, nodding your head to the group. There were only 14 of you altogether so picking someone shouldn’t be so hard.

“I say we go around the group and say each name… the one with the most hands in favor gets to go up” One of the girls snickered. You shied back a bit, just wanting to get this over and done with. Slowly they went around the group, calling out a girls name and each one of you girls either raising your hand in favor of them going up or not. You were second last to be called up and so far the most a girl has gotten was 5 hands. 

The girl who was took charge came around to you and stopped with a smirk.

“and Y/N?” Alost all the girls hands had rose. Your eyes widen as you shook your head rapidly. 

“Why me?” You whined, not liking the idea to go up in front of the class to do a… round off.

“Because you average like a 98 in this class… and besides I really hate losing to the boys every time… all because of Penis bloody Parker…” Your eyes widen again. 

Before you could utter out any more words the teacher interrupted your train of thought. 

“Time’s up!” She called out, causing everyone to hop back into their seats. You stayed seated on of the desks at the front, beginning to feel the nerves creep up on you. 

“And who will be the representative for the boys?” The Teacher asked, the boys beginning to cheer in response. Flash stood up and straightened his jacket causing your eyes to roll. 

“Sit down flash!” One of the boys called out causing you to laugh. You watched curiously as the boy you least expected rose and made his way over towards the front of the class.

Peter bloody Parker.

“And for the girls?” You shamefully stood up slowly and began to make your way in front of the board.

“Aye! look at you, acting all brave Y/N-” You could hear Flash begin to call out before you hastily interrupted him. 

Shut it, dickwad” You responded in a bored tone. 

“Language!” Your teach called out. The students, however, erupted into fits of laughter between yours and Flash’s interaction. This occurred on a daily basis which seemed to serve entertainment to the rest of the class. The teach also quite enjoyed watching you two bicker but ,of course, would never admit to that. 

Let’s begin!”

~Last question

“Radiocarbon is produced in the atmosphere as a result of….” The Teacher trailed off, reading the very last question aloud to both you and Peter. So far Peter had 10 points to your 9. You needed to get this question to even tie with him. 

You and Peter had stood closer and closer as the questions went on, growing more comfortable with each others presence. After the 6th question you guys started to become less nervous, and in fact started making silly faces at each other to throw the other one off of the question. This caused the class to laugh at you guys as you tried to distract each other so the other could get the question right. 

Polar bears… Polar bears… think… Polar bears” You mumbled only loud enough for Peter to hear you. He turned to you frustrated with a smile and shook his head, losing his train of thought. 

“C-collision…” He trailed off, trying to find the right words to use. 

Fluffy animals… fluffy animals… with cute miniature handbags” You mumbled again, causing Peter to laugh this time. You smiled in achievement and quickly thought up your answer.

“Collision between fast neutrons and nitrogen nuclei present in the atmosphere” You answered smoothly with a smirk. 

“That is correct!” The teach beamed in response, the girls cheering. Peter looked at you with wide eyes. 

“That’s cheating!” He says through his laughter, causing you yourself to laugh. The Teacher just shook her head in response, her own smirk making her way onto her face.

“How is it cheating?” You asked back innocently. He stared at you dumbstruck with a smile. 

“You were mumbling on about… freaking polar bears and miniature freaking hand bags!” He called out, his smile obviously giving him away. You stood there and just laughed, nodding your head. 

“I don’t recall saying such things” You replied innocently with a smirk. Peter shook his head at you and smile a tight lipped smile, both your cheeks growing red due to the amount of laughing and smiling you guys had been doing for the past 10 minutes. 

“But you did!” He countered back with a smile. You gasped with fake shock. Jokingly you turned towards the teacher, raising a hand to point towards Peter.

“Your honor this boy is lying” You called out sassily causing the class to laugh in chorus again. The Teacher just smiled and shook her head at both your guys antics. Peter just threw his hands up in the air and laughed. 

Oh my god!” he called out, throwing his head back as he laughed. You couldn’t help but to admire the sweet sound that escaped his lips, you smiled even more when you realised you were the cause of it. 

The bell rang shortly after, cutting your laughing short. The class began to pack up their things as the teach instructed what was needed for our next lesson. You headed back towards your desk and packed up your things, leaving the classroom. You couldn’t help but to let the smile stay on your face as you left the room, almost with a skip to your step.

“Someone looks awfully happy all of a sudden” Liz states as she approaches you, just returning from her maths class herself. You smiled over to her and went inside your locker and packed your things away, getting ready to head into the cafeteria for lunch.

“Just had an awesome class” You responded cheerily. 

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain brown eyed boy now would it?” She asks cheekily with a smirk. You lightly slapped her arm causing her to laugh at your flustered expression. 

“Maybe-” You were cut off by the amount on people beginning to form a circle down the hall. Your eyes furrow in curiosity as you glanced over towards Liz, dragging her along with you to see what was going on. 

There in the middle stood none other than Flash… of course it was him. 

You turned on your heel and began to walk away, not wanting to see what Flash was doing this time.

“You think that’s funny Parker!” You heard Flash yell angrily. You immediately stop and your eyes widen in shock. 

“F-flash…” You could hear Peter’s voice mumble out in response. You shook your head as you closed your eyes, clenching your hands into fists at your sides.

“Look around Peter…” You could hear Flash’s voice taunts. You could practically feel the nerves and fear radiating off of Parker himself. You bit your lip as you heard no one do anything to stop this. That was what sickened you about high school, people were willing to stand around and watch others get hurt. Like it was some form of entertainment. 

“No one here even likes you…” You could hear Flash torment. You tried to steady your breathing, in through your nose and out through your mouth. 

“In fact… let’s take a census” You could hear a few people begin to cheer in agreement. You groaned and turned back around, heading towards the circle.

“Flash…” You could hear Liz speak to her boyfriend, trying to get him to back down. He was a bully, he wasn’t going to back down. 

“No, the people of Midtown High need to hear this!” He calls out, causing Liz to move away from him shyly. You rolled your eyes and made your way towards the front of the circle. Not that the people moved out of there way for you or anything.

“Say Peter… how many of your friends are… girls?” Flash gloats, stepping closer and closer towards Peter. Peter visibly stiffens and goes beet red. 

“Your gonna want to answer this honestly to avoid a repeat of what happened last time…” Flash threatens in a low voice. Your eyes widened in fear for Peter… How dare Flash do this. You glanced over to Liz for help and she met your gaze with a worried one. Flash was taking things too far this time.

“In all honesty Peter… how many friends do you have?” He taunts loudly, causing everyone in the hall to hear. You could see more and more people joining the circle. You bit your lip nervously as you saw the crowd grow bigger and bigger. You glanced between Peter and Flash, wanting to so badly do something… anything.

“How many...girlfriends?” He teases. You watch as Peter shrinks back and visibly gulps. 

You couldn’t do this anymore, you couldn’t just stand here and watch the guy your practically in love with cop this shit of this asshole- Wait… what?

“Knock it off Flash” You spoke up quietly from the group. Flash upon hearing you glanced up and looked towards you, his smirk growing. 

“You gonna stand up for this loser Y/N?” He taunts, causing almost everyone’s attention to fall onto you. But you were only looking in one direction, and that was Peter’s. You watched as a frown settled across his normally bright features. That smile that you adore so much had disappeared along with his infectious laugh. 

Screw it. 

“Yeah actually… I am” You spoke up, this time confidently. You left the circle and walked towards Peter and stood beside him. Flash just seemed to laugh in response. 

Inside you could feel the nerves eating away at you but you didn’t want to let it show. For once you were going to stand up to Flash.

“Oh look Peter… seems like you do have a girlfriend after all…” Flash snickers as the crowd laugh along with him, some with their phones out recording the whole interaction.

It was now or never.

“So what if he does?” You spoke, reaching for Peter’s hand. You watched as he stiffened at the gesture and grow even more nervous. You couldn’t help but to let out a small smile at the feel of his hand in your, tingles beginning to spread through your now warm palm. 

“You jealous?” You countered back causing the group to ‘ohh’ at your response. Flash’s gaze only seemed to harden. 

“Yeah right… you would never go out with a guy like him…” Flash spoke up causing the group to laugh again. Your mouth dropped in shock. A guy like him?! You wanted to lose it. 

“A guy like him!? A guy that’s smart and has a gpa above a 5.0? A guy that’s sweet enough to hold a door open for you when you walk into a classroom. A guy that is so funny he can have you in stitches? A guy that actually smiles instead of smirks all the damn time?” With each sentence you took a step closer and closer towards Flash, your hand leaving Peter’s as you did so. Flash’s face seemed to drop little by little with each word you spoke.

“A guy that is… so honest, loyal and kind?” Your voice began to drop.

“A guy that… makes all the others guys look like amateurs?” You finished, your voice coming out more confident at the end.  

“Yeah… I would” You said before turning back around and began walking towards Peter. You took in his facial expression. His cheeks tinged red, his eyes widen in adoration and his mouth slightly parted, seeming utterly shocked.

You placed a hand onto both of his cheeks, walking up to him so close that your noses were nearly touching. Your hands began to tingle at the intimate contact. Your eyes raked his for any signs of uncertainty. 

kiss me…” You whispered only loud enough for him to hear. Funnily enough the crowd seem to disappear from your mind, your only focus being on Peter. His eyes seem to widen even more at your request.

“W-w-what?” He stuttered out, his eyes glancing down to your lips for a second before looking back into your eyes. You watched in pure admiration as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, seeming to be deep in thought.

“L-look… thank you for what you did… standing up to F-flash like that… seriously… Thank you so fucking much… but you don’t have to… I mean… Wow your really close and I can’t even think straight…” You smiled as he began to mumble.

“I get your doing this to be nice… But I actually really friggin like you and kissing you has been a dream of mine since like…. forever.. and- I have no idea why I just said that... I can’t stop talking…. your actually close to me… And wow your even more beautiful up close and there’s still a huge crowd watching us and…. God I can’t even breathe…” Your heart melted at his words. 

'Every…single…time you manage to take my breath away and I’m starting to wonder if I’ll ever get it back…“ His voice broke at the end of his confession causing your heart to beat even faster inside your chest. You couldn’t wait anymore. Your stomach was filled with butterflies and excitement at this point, so much it almost felt like you wanted to burst at the seams. 

Peter’s glance drifted towards your lips with a look of want crossing his glance. You closed your eyes and closed the gap, pulling his face towards yours.

Your lips came into contact with his and you felt your stomach drop. Kind of felt like you were on a roller coaster and this huge drop has come out of nowhere, adrenaline pumping through your veins along with excitement and fear. That was what it felt like. 

Peter wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, not caring anymore that there was an audience surrounding you guys. Your hands made their way up to his hair as you lightly tugged at his curls, deepening the kiss further. You could feel your whole body light on fire at his touch, the warmth spreading from his hands, all the way up your spine and to your lips. 

Peter could feel his heart hammering inside of his chest and was sure that you could hear it but in this moment he didn’t care. He held you close and kissed you, seeming to convey his feelings in such a way that words couldn’t. You picked up on this and exchanged it back through the kiss, showing him as much passion as you could. This took him by surprise as he felt his heart flutter.

You liked him too. 

You slowly began to lean away, needing to breathe as did he. You rested your forehead against his, a blush coating both of your cheeks. 

Happiness. The only thing you could really say was going through you right now. You couldn’t help but to smile at Peter as he smiled back, looking at you with such love you thought didn’t even exist.

’'Scratch that… I think I’m in love with you’' 


A/N: Another random Fluffy Imagine! it’s 1am so I’m sorry if this is kinda fuzzy!!!!

“What is it?”

She sighs heavily before muttering, “I’m just nervous, what if they don’t like me and want to hurt me? I’m not like the rest of them, I can’t even be a wolf correctly. I just—” she says quickly with fidgeting fingers.

“I’m not gonna let you get hurt, Y/N. You’re apart of my pack, we stick together,” Harry tells her thoroughly, his fingers raising her chin up so she’s looking him directly in the eyes. She smiles at him and nods.


Harry’s an alpha, and Y/N was bitten.  (12.1k+)

Keep reading


“Alright, team. We know what we need to do.”


“Teamwork is what’s going to get us through this mission. Everyone needs to do their part, even you, Coran.” Shiro nodded his head toward the Altean.

“But Shiro-“ Lance tried again, but to his surprise, Shiro turned around and lashed out at him.

“Lance! Not now! This isn’t time for your stupid jokes, people’s lives are at stake here!”

Lance shut right up. He didn’t have the guts to talk back, especially to someone like Shiro, who knows what they’re doing. Lance got the message, he needed to do his job and follow orders. “Yes sir…” he answered and pushed himself forward.

The mission was a disaster. In the fight, Pidge almost got killed. It was really Shiro’s fault, but because Lance was right next to her when it happened, Shiro spun around and blamed him. “Woah! Shiro, you can’t possibly think I had anything to do with this!” Lance took a step back from Shiro, his eyes flickering towards Pidge’s sound and unconscious body in the cryo pod.

“Yes. I can. Because you wouldn’t shut up, Pidge got distracted and I couldn’t warn her in time! You did nothing!” Shiro was inflamed with rage and got even closer to Lance. “I’m very disappointed in you, Lance.”

Lance wasn’t even all that hurt with this news. It just made him angry. He got so angry, he walked away but not before bumping Shiro out of the way.

“Wha- Hey! Lance get back here!”

Lance stormed all the way to the lounge and sat on the floor without noticing Hunk was in there reading. “Uhh… Lance? Are you okay?”

Lance mumbled something inaudible and then began: “Hunk, you don’t think I’m a danger to this team do you?”

“No? I mean, you do talk a lot and some of us lose focus. Not to mention you joke about too much. I wouldn’t say you’re a danger I’d say you were a-“

“Nuisance.” Lance scowled and stood up again, feeling unappreciated and unwelcome.

A few days later, the others had noticed Lance had not said a single word since the mission. Not a syllable.

“Finally, some piece and quiet.” Keith leaned back in his seat at the table and scooped some food goo into his mouth.

“I have to say it is kind of nice without all those horrible jokes floating around.” Shiro shrugged. Pidge, however felt sick to her stomach. Before he had gone mute, Lance told her he wanted to go home. That he didn’t want to do this anymore.

“It’s clear that I’m not important to the team.” He sighed. “And that I’m a danger. So if I don’t do anything I won’t be hurting anyone. I just want to go home.”

“But, why?”

“Shiro and the others think I’m annoying. They yell at me all the time. They exchange glances all the time too. This is why I don’t want to do this anymore.” He answered her.

And now he hadn’t said anything after the fact.

A week had past since the incident and Allura became increasingly impatient with Lance. He wasn’t talking, he wasn’t engaging with the team, and he wasn’t perfecting his skills. What he was doing was leaving the room when someone else walked in, glaring at everyone, giving them what Hunk called it: the cold shoulder.

“Lance! Come here for a moment.” She called him before he left the bridge of the ship.

Not even a sigh escaped Lance’s lips. He turned on his heels and walked over to Allura with his hands in his pockets and a dead look on his face.

“You can’t keep being silenced. You have to contribute to this team. You’re being childish.”

She expected him to yell at her or even make a mad face, instead, he turned right back around and calmly walked out the door.

Mine//H.S. Imagine//

Written from this request:  How about an imagine where harry gets jealous but it ends all cuddly and sweet? I dunno just cute and jealous harry makes me feel all sorts of things hahahaha

Thank you for requesting, i enjoyed writing this one! Cuddly Harry is also one of my favorite things to write about so i was really excited about this one!

Harry watched from behind his glass as the man sitting beside you got just a little bit too close. He watched as he laughed at your jokes a little too loud and watched your lips move when you talked slightly too much. Jake, he remembered, what kind of name is that?! It’s the name of every bully in every teen movie ever made, it’s the name of every life guard who spray tanned their abs too much at every crowded beach, it’s the name of the killer in every single horror movie Harry had ever seen. And right now, it was the name of the guy who’s hand was getting much too close to your thigh. Harry was trying not to make it obvious that his blood was boiling, or that the hair on the back of his neck was standing straight up, or that the words he was thinking of calling Jake were too explicit for the dictionary. He was slightly hurt you were not doing anything about the situation and if it wasn’t for you sitting across the table he probably would have punched Jake square in the face. 

Harry’s normally warm eyes were holding an intense gaze that could kill in your direction. Although it wasn’t directed to you, you could feel the heat coming off of the look he was giving, So you were not surprised when he said he wasn’t feeling well and excused you two from the dinner. 

Harry walked faster than normal to the car, you noticed the veins in his hands were more prominent than usual, the tight fist he was making causing his knuckles to go white. You wanted to catch up to him and ask what was wrong but you decided to let him cool down first. You cursed yourself for wearing such uncomfortable heals, you guessed you couldn’t walk must faster in them anyway. 

Harry’s jet black suit disappeared into the car as you reached for the door handle. Sliding into the car you felt the air in the car turn on and the engine rumble to life. You had no idea that air could possibly be this suffocating, you blamed it on the fact that Harry’s gaze was focused on the road instead of taking occasional glances at you and the grip he had on the steering wheel made you feel bad for it. 

After about 15 minutes of dead silence you pulled up to your house. Before you could unbuckle your seat belt Harry was out of the car and slamming the door shut. You decided to take the opportunity to gather your thoughts and decide what to say to him. Do you bring it up? Do you let him come to you? Do you get angry he has been ignoring you? With a huff you got out of the car and walked through the already unlocked door. You locked the door behind you made your way upstairs, cracking you and Harry’s bedroom door open. You saw him laying on his side scrolling through his phone. You decided against bringing the awkward car ride up now and thought it would be best to get ready for bed. You walked to the dresser, got one one of Harry’s shirts out (the Rolling Stones one) and walked to the bathroom. 

After you were done changing you sat on your side of the bed and stared at Harry’s back. You were getting very impatient and decided to speak up.

“Harry?” You asked, your voice came out far more shaky than you had planed, “Did i do something?”

In response you heard harry scoff, his back still facing you. 

“Harry,” You tried again,”I really don’t know what i did, please turn around.” 

“Maybe call Jake, i’m sure he’ll talk to you.” Harry grumbled.

“What?! Jake? Who the hell is Jake?”

Harry than turned to face you, “Jake! The guy you were all over at dinner!”

“Seriously Harry? I don’t even know who Jake is!”

“The guy sitting next to you, Y/n! The only guy at the whole table you were flirting with!”

“Harry, you are seriously over reacting! I wasn’t all over anyone at dinner. In fact, i was watching you the whole time trying to make sure you weren’t going to explode!” 

“Watching me?”

“Yes Harry, but for some reason you can’t understand that i am only ever looking at you.”

You turned around and turned off the light, causing the only light source to be the dull brightness of the TV. You plopped down on the bed and closed your eyes, scooting as far away from Harry as you could. Harry began to feel bad, he hadn’t meant to ever accuse you, let alone make you upset. He was just really, really jealous. 

He made his way over to you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer.

Harry spoke in a calm tone, “I’m really sorry, love, i was just-”

“Jealous.” You whispered, finishing his sentence for him.

“Not jealous just- okay yes i was jealous.”

“It’s alright, at least you care,” You giggled, “I swear i thought lasers may shoot from your eyes at dinner. 

“Yeah i guess i over reacted a bit.”

“Just know i will always be yours.” You snuggled into him a little bit more. 

“Mine? That sounds nice.”

And with that you two drifted off to sleep. The night ending in your favor since Harry forgot to ask to be the little spoon and you were quite enjoying being wrapped in his arms.

Thank you for reading! Please excuse any typos or mistakes as i wrote this in a short period of time since so I was so excited about this request. Don’t forget my requests are open and i have a short post on my blog explaining it. I hope you enjoyed my story!

Hey There, Delilah | 10


a/n: lmao okay so like i have no idea if i’ve used this pic before as a header, so if i have then like…..ignore it and move on it’s hard finding applicable photos for these things asjgnlaskdjgnadkg. 

i really need to wrap up this series because i’m on part 10 and like….nothing has happened so like lmao rip maybe they’ll get together by part 20 lololololol. okay happy reading!!!!!! this chapter is very boring!!!!!!! but delilah is cute!!!!!!


You wake up the next morning around 9am in Shawn’s bed again. You groggily open your eyes and look around the room, and once again, Shawn isn’t anywhere to be found. You quietly stand up from the bed and walk over to Delilah’s crib, but she’s not in it.

You leave the master bedroom and check the rest of the apartment, finding Shawn and Delilah in the living room. He’s sitting on the floor, slouched with his back resting on the couch, and Delilah resting back against his pulled up thighs. She’s bouncing around and giggling while Shawn is making silly faces at her, saying little things like “You’re totally a Daddy’s girl” and “You’re gonna be a rockstar one day with those moves!”.

Shawn hears you walk up and he turns to look at you, a broad smile on his face.

“Look who’s up!” He says as a greeting and you make your way through the living room to the kitchen to pour some coffee.

Keep reading

Becoming a Father Overnight Part Twenty

Series Summary- Jared x Daughter!Reader. Jared Padalecki’s life is flipped upside down when he gets a call from a teenage girl saying she’s his daughter.

Disclaimer- I don’t own the Supernatural universe or the images/gifs used, they were found on Google.

Warnings- Few curse words, but nothing major.

Becoming a Father Overnight Masterlist


“Oh no,” Danneel sighed, dropping the magazine in her lap. This was not going go over well with Y/n, who undoubtedly saw it. Poor girl!

“Have you seen this?” She asked Jensen as he entered the room. His eyebrows furrowed together.

“What is it?”

“The Padalecki’s People article.”

“Not really, Jared showed me the pictures on his phone, but I haven’t read it yet. Why?”

“See for yourself,” Danneel extended the magazine towards her husband, waiting while his eyes quickly zoomed over the article.

“Okay…” his texas accent drawled. “You seem annoyed, what’s wrong? It’s a nice little piece.”

“Seriously?” Danneel raised an eyebrow, then rolled her eyes when Jensen just shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe read it again, more carefully. And say, I don’t know, from the perspective of his seventeen year old daughter.”

“Crap,” Jensen muttered, reading the article again. “Man, this is going to be a mess.”

“That is probably an understatement. Jensen, this is going to crush her.”

Jensen flopped down on the couch next to her, “What are the chances you think she doesn’t see it?” Jensen nodded at the look his wife gave him, she would definitely see it. “He didn’t mean for it to come out that way. The public doesn’t know about her, he was probably just trying to protect that.”

“That probably isn’t going to help. Why is that even a thing? It’s been months, this could have been the perfect opportunity to revel her to the public and the fans. There really isn’t a need to keep her a secret anymore.”

“I don’t know babe.”

“Well, it’s a good thing we’re going over for dinner. I’m sure Gen doesn’t know yet, or I would have gotten a phone call. And it’s probably a good idea to give Jared a heads up before he talks to Y/n next.”

Keep reading

BTS Smut


Highkey copied this from my smut wattpad oops 😂

Type: Smut

Member: Namjoon

Description: When the sexual tension builds for too long


You laugh and look at Hoseok. “Thanks for the extra practice.” You say through heavy breaths.

Hoseok smiles. “Anytime. Are you coming to dinner with us?”

“I think Namjoon wanted to go somewhere.” You reply, pulling off your over shirt, barely noticing that your white tank top was now see through and clinging to your curves.

Hoseok clears his throat and tries to keep his eyes from trailing down you.

You move your hair off to the side and fan yourself, and smile when you feel an arm wrap around your waist. “When did you get here?” You look up at Namjoon who was glaring daggers at Hoseok.

“A few minutes ago.” Namjoon replies. You could tell by the tone of his voice he was pissed.

“Are you going to dinner with us tonight?” Hoseok asks, dismissing Namjoons glares.

“No, I’m taking Y/N out tonight.” Namjoon says pulling off his jacket and throwing it over you.

Hoseok nods and smiles. “I have to go, I’m meeting up with Yoongi for a while. See ya~” He says leaving the room.

You watch him leave then turn to ask Namjoon why he seemed so upset but instead you are met with his lips crashing against yours. You flush and shiver when he pins you to the wall, his hands roaming your body.

“Namjoon~” You murmur breathlessly as he leaves obvious marks on your skin.

Someone knocks on the door to the practice room and you both groan. Namjoon pulls away “Come in.” He yells, his voice husky.

Jungkook walks in the room, Tae following behind him. “Sorry Hyung, we heard a thud and we thought you broke something.” Jungkook says with a chuckle.

Namjoon rolls his eyes. “We are fine.” He grabs your wrist and starts pulling you with him. “Have to go, bye.” He says quickly.


You bounce your leg, impatiently waiting for one of the waiters. The place Namjoon brought you to was packed, but it was beautiful though the sexual tension between the two of you was making it hard to focus on the scenery.

You look at Namjoon, the hungry stare he was giving you made you feel more exposed than you already were. You flush and turn away again.

You feel familiar hands grip your thighs, then wrap around your waist. You knew who it was almost immediately, Namjoon. He kisses your inner thigh and you flush hard upon realizing that he had crawled under the table. The table cloth was enough to hide what he was doing.

You feel his tongue run across your already soaking clit and you moan a little in response. He grips you tighter and stops his movements. You get the hint and bite your hand a little, finding it hard to ignore the pleasure you were feeling from Namjoons skilled tongue.

“May I take your order Miss? Or are you waiting?”

You turn to the male voice and shiver as you feel Namjoon smirk, moving your thongs out of the way. The thought of being caught excited you, but you knew you would be in more trouble if you let anyone hear your moans.

“Uhm, h-he went to the uhm.” You stutter and take a shakey breath as you feel yourself start to reach your high. “Bathroom.” You say simply.

“Would you like to go ahead and order?”

You are about to decline when Namjoon starts sucking on your clit, you whimper and start tearing up.

“I will come back later.” The male waiter says, hurrying off.

You cover your mouth with your hands as you reach your climax. Namjoon grins and pulls away and waits a moment before climbing back in his seat, licking his lips.

“Lets go.” Namjoon says breathlessly, standing.

You nod in agreements and stand up, quickly following after Namjoon.


You look at Namjoon unable to ignore the sexual tension. You place your hand on his obviously hard member. Namjoons breath hitches but he ignores it, assuming you would move your hand since you were usually too shy to do these kinds of things.

You bite your lip and tease him by softly squeezing and rubbing but not enough for him to get any real pleasure from it.

Namjoon groans “I hope you are ready to pay for that.” He says as you reach his house.

You grin and laugh a little as he picks you up and carrys you in.


“I’m going to ruin you.” Namjoon says in a low, husky voice that made you shiver.

You whimper as Namjoon sucks on your collar bone, grinding against you.

“Spread your legs.” Namjoon commands. You obey and watch as he pulls off the only piece of clothing left on you, your thongs. “Awe you are already so wet for me baby~” He muses as he slips a finger in you. You moan as his long fingers hit your sweet spot over, and over, making you cum faster than usual.

Namjoon smirks and licks your clit as he pushes two fingers in and out of you, making you a moaning mess. He does this over and over until you have came at least 3 times.

You shake violently and whimper as he kisses up you.

Namjoon chuckles and kisses you, slipping his tongue in your mouth. You are too weak to fight for dominance so you allow him to take over you.

You pull off his shirt, throwing it somewhere to be forgotten, then unzip his pants.

“Eager are we?” He grins, biting your lip. You nod, whining a little.

Namjoon grins “Hands and knees. Ass up, keep your face up too, I want to see it when I fuck you.”

You flush and get on your hands and knees, holding one of Namjoons many stuffed animals to your chest. You shiver as Namjoon runs his hand down your back, then a finger over your dripping clit.

You moan a little as he slowly inserts himself, gripping on to the stuffed animal.

“Make a noise and I will only fuck you harder.” Namjoon says with a dominate tone.

You bite your lip. You both knew you wouldn’t be able to contain yourself, but that was the fun part.

Namjoon slowly starts moving, watching in amusement as you push yourself against him more trying to get more stimulation.

You whimper and whine and Namjoon makes his thrusts harder and slower, it was torture. “Daddy!” You moan out. This was a word you rarely used because it was a major turn on for Namjoon so the only time you needed it was when you were either provoking or teasing him.

Namjoon stops his movements, then licks his lips. “What was that?” He says with one hard thrust.

You moan, gripping the stuffed animal so hard you were scared you would rip it. “I’m not saying it again.” You say breathlessly.

“Hm?~” Namjoon muses, pulling out then slamming back in to you without warning.

You scream in pleasure, feeling the tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Fuck, you are so pretty when you cry.” Namjoon says grabbing your ass.

You whimper. “Please fuck me.” You whine out, ignoring the shyness that was rising in you.

“What’s the magic word?~” He muses, pulling out then slowly going back in you, watching as you shake under him.

Throwing all of your reasoning out of the window you completely give in to Namjoon. “Please, daddy please, I need you, please.” You cry out.

Namjoon slams in to you, hard, now moving fast and abusing your sweet spot.

You cry and moan, biting down on the stuffed animal that lay beneath you.

Namjoon groans. “You are taking me so well baby girl~”

You moan in response and move your ass up more so Namjoon could go deeper.

Namjoon groans “You are such a slut for me aren’t you baby?” He says in a sweet voice.

You nod moaning as you hit your high for the 2nd time since he started moving.

“Aren’t you baby?!” Namjoon says louder, pulling back on your hair.

You scream in pleasure and cum before you can warn him. “Yes, yes daddy fuck!” You moan, rolling your hips.

Namjoon groans, he loved seeing the sight of you weak and willing under him. The fact that you were whimpering and gripping a stuffed animal only made it better. “Fuck.” Namjoon hisses as he reaches his high, thrusting harder and faster inside of you.

You moan, tightening around him as he twitches inside of you.

You both hit your high and you plop down on the bed, unable to hold yourself up anymore.

Namjoon smiles and pulls you to his chest, pulling the stuffed animal you were still gripping with him.

You both breathe heavily and you burry your face in his chest, trying to steady your breathing.

“You look so beautiful.” Namjoon murmurs as he softly strokes your hair.

You smile and flush, but before you can answer you are already falling asleep.

Originally posted by jiminwhyyougotnojams

Oh fuck daddy😍

- Bear💖

Twisted Ending {Tom Holland}

Summary: Y/n is one of the popular girls in school who fucks around with people’s feelings. Tom and Y/n went on their first date and things starts from there, Y/n thought that he’s the one but on the other hand, Tom have a better idea.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Swear Words

Words: 2.k+

A/n: UNEDITED, I hate the ending, sorry i’m not a good writer even though I love writing. WHY HIM Pt.2 is coming tomorrowwwww. I just think the GIF is cute. Also I really want to make new friends on Tumblr so if you’re bored you can hmu, I hope I don’t sound desperate.

“Y/n what’s going on with you?” My best friend asks shaking her head as if she’s disappointed.

“What do you mean?” I ask her back leaning against my locker, moving my eyes from her to Tom who is standing with his best friend, Harrison. They are laughing and talking like there’s nobody else in the world, oblivious to the fact that I’m staring at them.

“You’ve been all dreamy about Tom. Last time I checked you were the one who doesn’t give a shit about anybody and all you do was break every boys’ hearts.” She explain, resting her hand on her hips, tilting her head to one side.

“Have you ever talked to him?” I ask and continue to stare at them quite creepily.

“Yeah so?”

“He’s just so nice and sweet and polite and.. pretty.” I say, looking back at my best friend now as she stares at me weirdly when I said ‘pretty’.

Pretty?” She says with her British accent. I nod my head and tried to explain it to her but I decided to stop because she won’t get it.

The bell rings loudly throughout the school as the students begin to push each other around, trying not to be late to their classes. Tom and his best friend separate. Tom walks in the same direction as me, a grin finds its way onto my face as I walk in front of him.

I sit on my seat behind Tom’s as the class begin. The teacher starts blabbing as I look at Tom’s hair, imagining what it would be like if I could touch it.

After 20 minutes of explaining the things we don’t need or will never ever use in our lives she left the classroom to get some more papers for us to work on.

Suddenly, Tom turns around and looks at me as I look back at him with a confused face. The tension is building up slowly, it starts to make me uncomfortable sitting under his stare.

“Do you need any help?” I ask, trying to break the tension.

“Do you wanna hang out sometimes?” He asks not stuttering what so ever and he doesn’t seem nervous. People said that if a boy doesn’t stutter when they ask you means that they don’t actually like you. That’s probably true but he’s Tom, he probably have a lot of girlfriends before he decided to ask me, maybe he’s just used to asking girls to hangout right? Right?

Right, I try to convince myself.

“M-me?” How is this happening, one of the school biggest slut just stuttered? My friends look at me weirdly, some students also turn to look at us, hearing me stutter.

“Mhm, so yes or no?” He smirks a bit, seeing my nervousness. I nod my head, desperately as I smile.

“Okay so tomorrow after school?” He asks, leaning back on his chair, resting his hand on my table, fiddling with the pencil on the table. I nod my head once again, he nods his head back, the smirk still on his face before he turns back when the teacher walks in.

When the teacher isn’t looking I take my phone out and texted my boyfriend who I was emotionally cheating on.

“What am I going to wear!?” I shout at myself in the mirror before I pace around my room. There’s only 10 minutes left and I have no idea what to wear. I decided to just wear a pair of jeans with a purple hoodie. I jump into the shower and came out about 5 minutes later.

I decided not to wear make up, even though I like Tom a lot I don’t need to impress him that much, I can’t give him all my effort without knowing how much he’s going to give me his.

I grab my phone and rush out of my house and meet up with Tom. He’s wearing his usual buttoned up shirt and a pair of jeans, showing me that he didn’t put that much effort. He smiles at me before he grabbed my hands, dragging my into the cinema after he bought us our tickets.

“This movie is boring, Tom.” I say turning my face to him as he stares at the screen, nodding his head. My eyes shift around the big room seeing that there are less then ten people in here.

“Yeah, I’m trying to concentrate but I just don’t get this movie.” He says, eating more popcorns.

“Do you wanna do something else?” He asks nicely, turning to me raising both of his brows.

“I mean we can go somewhere else,” I shrug my shoulders. He chuckles quietly to himself. “What?”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” He says, reaching his hands out to grab mine. I look down at our hands confused for a second before I get what he meant.

“Oh, I didn’t think that you were the type to you know..” I say, getting quieter as the sentence begin to end. He just smiles and begins to lean closer to my face. The closer he is the faster my heart beats. My heart is hammering against my chest. Tom reaches his other hand out and lightly cups my left cheek.

“I thought you don’t like girls like me.” I pull back from his face, grabbing his hand off my cheek. He looks surprise for a split second but it disappear just as fast as I notice it.

“What do you mean girls like you?” He asks.

“You know, break peoples hearts, ruins other lives and fuck around with people a lot.” I say as the movie in front of us continues to play.

“Well so far you haven’t done anything to me.” Tom shrugs. “Also, I heard that you broke up with your two days boyfriend yesterday.” Tom states.

“Yeah well.. he wasn’t exactly nice.” I excuse not wanting him to know the real reason. Without saying anything he begins to lean closer to my face once again.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask, when his face is a few inches away from mine. He nods before he closes the gap between us. One of his hands finds its way to my waist, pulling me against the arm rest. I was tense for a few seconds before I relax as he begins to move his lips on mine. We both close our eyes, deepening the kiss. I reach my hand and wrap my fingers his neck. My fingers tangle with his soft curly hair. He uses his thumb to draw small circles on my stomach.

We both pull away from each other and stares into each other’s dark eyes in the shadow of the cinema. We are both breathing heavily, a small blush grows on my face as I look away from him for a second. He pulls on my hands, telling me to get out of my seat.

I stand up from my seat and take a step towards him, he shifts a bit in his seat before he pulls onto my waist. So this is what my life have taken me, now I’m straddling Tom in the cinema. My knees are bending on the soft cinema seat as Tom pulls me closer to him, holding onto my neck and kiss me once again. I start to grind my hips on him, creating some frictions. I pull away from his kisses and go down to jaw and collarbone, kissing them lightly trying to find his sweet spot.

Fuck.” He whispered to himself as he let out a small quiet whimper when I kiss just under his left jaw, his grip on my waist tightens as I suck on his soft skin. His hands travel down further my waist before one of them goes back and holds onto my neck once again. He uses one of his finger to guide my face onto his, I place my lips on his, moving quickly and desperately. After some times, he pulls away and starts to kiss my collarbone, causing me to grind harder onto him. He pulls his hand down to my waist again, this time dipping his fingers down the front of my jean resting just above the hem of my underwear, rubbing small circles once again.

Every week after that day we would go on dates and he finally asked me to be his girlfriend. Every time we went to watch a movie he would make an effort to walk me home which is very sweet. He would be holding my hand the whole time, sometimes he would play with my fingers which was kind of weird but still cute.

At school he would always give me light kisses on my lips and neck. At lunch he would sit with me not caring about the stares we receive everyday at school. And holding hands in the hallway, god I feel like he’s the one (I cringed). He does things normal boyfriends do but he’s better than the others.

Everyday my heart grow more for him, we haven’t done anything other then making out and occasionally dry sex which I was glad for, I really want our relationship to be special but something else is happening.

These past few days he have been distant, he rarely texts or talks to me at school. People were starting to notice and some of them asked me if we’re still together which I answer with a simple ‘I’m not sure’.

“Have you heard!?” My best friend yells into her phone, causing me to flinch away from my own phone.

“Heard what?” I ask, getting worried because she would never yell into her phone even if she’s excited about something.

“Your Tom,”

“What about him?” I sit on my bed, playing with the duvet in my hand.

“He have a new girl friend?” She answers with a questioning tone in her voice.

“New girlfriend? But he’s with me.” After I said that, everything makes sense. He have been distant for a while and we haven’t been on as much dates as before. My heart begins to race faster in my chest as realization hits me like a brick.

“The girl even posted a picture on her Instagram account. Look at it.” I put her on speaker and go on Instagram, she told me her name and I searched it up. The girl even tagged Tom on her photo. They were smiling at the camera, his hand on her waist.  A single tear rolled down my cheek and I wipe I off, I can’t cry because of a boy, that would make me weak.

Then I read the caption; With my lovely boyfriend

I ended the call with my best friend after a while of talking. I buried my face into my pillow and started to cry, my heart aching. I’ve never cried over anybody, I didn’t expect myself to fall this hard for a boy who was obviously acting. I guess that’s what happened when you give people everything you have. They end up hurting you and that’s why it’s always better for me to just hurt people.

I look up from my pillow when my phone begin to ring. It’s Tom calling. I answer the phone and pretend that I don’t know about his new girlfriend and just try to hide the lump climbing up my throat. He told me to meet him in the park near my house and I agreed.

“So what does it feels like?” He asks as soon as he sees me.

“What do you mean?” I ask, pretending to be confused and pretending that my heart isn’t breaking inside.

“What does it feels like to suffer from a relationship. It hurts doesn’t it?” At that moment I figure out that he knew that I’m hurting, probably from my red eyes.

“What are you talking about?” I let out a small nervous laugh at the end, grabbing onto the hem of my hoodie, playing with it as a habit when I’m nervous or scared.

“You’re one of the most popular girls in school, I’m sure you’ve heard that I have a new girlfriend, who’s better than you because I know that she would never play with my feelings or.. any boys feelings as a matter of fact.” He says, taking a step closer to me.

“But I’m not playing with your feelings. My feelings for you are real and you know that. I’m sure you’re smart enough to see that.” My voice shakes slightly as I try to blink the tears away.

“Everybody knows that you’ve fallen for me, they notice your behavior around me. And you know what they say? They said 'Oh my god she actually have feelings’ which is quite sad, considering all you’ve been doing is breaking people’s heart, especially the ones that gave you their all. And now I’m doing the same thing to you,  reading your heart.” Tom says staring into my teary eyes.

“So this was your plan all along? Just to lead me on, thinking we have something real when all you’ve been trying to do is hurt me like I did with others.” I ask, stepping away from him as he takes a step.

“Yeah basically.”

“Well then congrats, you did it. You made me cry and broke my heart. I deserve it.”

“Yes you do,” Tom agrees, I press my lips into a thin line trying to hold back my tears that are slowly flooding my eyes. It feels like a small needle was pierced into my heart, trying to stitch up the broken pieces but there was no thread so all it was doing was giving me more pain.

I nod my head once again and turn around, ready to leave and continue my own life, hopefully making it better.

“I started to actually like you, you know the first time we hung out was actually nice,I had fun and I’m sure you did too but every time I think about you and I together my mind flashes back to the things you did to others. I know that you’re actually nice, but you kept hurting people and I can’t be with someone who hurts my friends.” Tom says loudly as I listen but I don’t stop.

“I was surprise when you said that I actually don’t like girls like you but why can’t you just stop hurting other people?” He asks, some people are staring at us waiting to see what happens next.

“I was trying but you haven’t really given me the chance to stop.” I say as my mind flashes back to the times I thought about stopping, I was going to. Tom is everything I’ve ever wanted but now that he’s gone and that he has a new girlfriend, I decided to go back to normal and stop loving people just like before. Isn’t that how people these days deal with their problems? Hurting other people just to protect themselves?


posters: margaery tyrell ♡ a song of ice and fire

The girl who shared the high seat with him was also of Highgarden: his young queen, Margaery, daughter to Lord Mace Tyrell…the girl no older than Robb, very pretty, with a doe’s soft eyes and a mane of curling brown hair that fell about her shoulders in lazy ringlets. Her smile was shy and sweet.

Hot Docent

Summary: Stiles usually doesn’t have any trouble concentrating on drawing when he’s at the museum, but lately he’s been very distracted by someone with a wonderful voice and a perfect jawline.

Notes: Written for the museum AU on this post. (On AO3)

The Beacon Hills Art Museum isn’t the greatest, no. But it’s free for college students and always peaceful and quiet, so Stiles shows up pretty often anyway.

The museum has recently put several new pieces on display, which is great for Stiles because it gives him new things to sketch, but it also sucks, because now there’s a bunch of other people showing up to look at them. Noisy, distracting people.

Keep reading