so i felt this was a thing i needed to make

She Never Stopped Smiling

by reddit user Pippinacious

Fly was an odd kid, even by odd kid standards. I met her in sixth grade, when our alphabetically ordered last names landed us in adjacent seats, and she turned to look at me with a cheerful, gap toothed smile.

“Hi!” She said.

“Hi.” I replied quietly.

I was shy and intimidated by my first day in middle school, but she wasn’t the least bit nervous.

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Entirely Soulless

Pairing: Soulless!Alpha!Sam x Soulless!Omega!Reader

Word Count: 2100

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics (knotting, almost-claiming), rough sex, swearing, unprotected sex, breeding!kink (kinda).

Summary: you’re an Omega in need of a good night, and you’ve found someone with a lot in common to satisfy your needs. @kittenofdoomage, this is for you :)

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You walked into the bar, brand new skirt hanging low on your hips. The music blared and people swarmed in front of you, all either high, drunk, or otherwise occupied on their phones or staring at people they deemed attractive. You’d just shaken off a couple Betas and a very hands-y Alpha on the way in, and by God, you needed a drink.

And a good lay.

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What’s going on in Brazil? #10

So, this is gonna be me trying to put A LOT of stuff into very few words. Written at 26/05/2017.

Alright. You know how the whole world is kinda feeling like its situation can’t possibly get any more scandalous at this point? it’s what we felt about two weeks ago, too. I mean, between our ex-president being on a crusade against the justice system and the media and all the unpopular measures taken by our politicians lately, including reforming the labor laws and social security to make them shittier, and a new small corruption scandal every week, y’know, you figure it can’t get much worse than that. 

And then it happened. It was a beautiful Wednesday (or was it Thursday?) night. All was its usual mess. And then a businessman came forward like, “ops I recorded the president negotiating to bribe someone who’s in jail to keep quiet and the other presidential candidate negotiating on how to get his usual 2 million in bribes discreetly lol did I mention he might have mentioned the possibility of killing someone?” BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM. 

If you screamed right now, imagine how much we did. There were so many memes. So many. The jokes, the glorious jokes. I hadn’t have that much political fun in ages. But you’re probably still confused (we are, too), so imma explain it a little better.

Businessman Joesley, owner of the biggest meat company in the world, was caught in corruption schemes. Who wasn’t, right? so, like it happens in Brazil, he started negotiating his sentence by giving other people away. And he sure as fuck named a lot of people, like anyone else, but this guy did something that other people hadn’t yet: he recorded it. You’d think more people would’ve been this smart just in case, I guess, but so far, nah. And obviously the most polemic recording is of a conversation our now President Michel Temer had with him, negotiating bribes to Eduardo Cunha. If you’ve read my older posts, you’ll know his name. He’s the main dude behind Dilma Rousseff’s impeachment (if you have no idea of absolutely nothing i’ve just said, dude, go back to the other posts, this is quite saga already). Did I mention he’s in jail??? yeah. Arrested for money laundering sometime ago or something (one cannot remember all the scandals in brazil for more than 2 months since there ARE SO MANY NEW ONES ALL THE TIME). Still, he did swear he’d bring two presidents down, and now it seems the time has come, one way or another (we’re so dramatic, omg, this is gonna make for excellent movies someday, we’re already out-houseofcarding house of cards).

BACK TO IT. So. The president is on tape negotiating quite a crime. In most countries that’d lead to the guy resigning. And we thought he would, too, actually. This dude scheduled a press conf. and we were all on the edge of our seats waiting to see the second president down in less than a year. But guess what? dude goes “I’m not resigning”, gives pissed off speech, alleges everything is a fake and says if we want him down we’ll have to bring him down. He also kinda tries to forbid people from using his pictures in memes, which leads to opposition party creating a whole gallery online of pictures they bought of him for people to do their memes safely. I ain’t joking. The most brazilian think to ever happen, probably.  

Meanwhile, remember I said there was a second recording? Yeah, it was from Aecio Neves, and you might remember him too: he ran for president against Rousseff at the last elections, and he was the main activist for her impeachment after he lost the elections, all “against corruption” and shit. Lol. Dude was literally negotiating how to get his money, cursing a lot, and saying they’d need to find good people to do this money transporting thing, it had to be someone, and I quote, “that we can kill before they can make deals with the police”. And then he proceeds on suggesting his cousin’s name. Talk of family issues, right? Anyway. It came as no surprise for us with half a brain that both these man were corrupt because honestly there had been people saying that before, but nobody had them on tape yet. Aecio’s sister has been arrested, he has kinda stepped down from his senate position and his apartments are being raid by the police, let’s see where this leads. 

Back to Temer, remember when he told people we’d need to take him down if we wanted him down? Yeah, people took that quite literally and a couple of days ago in the middle of a protest some SET FIRE to a few ministry buildings. Nothing much happened to anyone there tho. But Temer took that as a good opportunity to give especial authorization to the Army to be on the streets and do whatever was needed which was pretty fucking scary since we haven’t been out of a dictatorship for thaaaat long??? but the order has been revoked by now so we’re ok. For now. I guess. Who knows. 

So the question now is how long can Temer hold himself in power. If he does fall, which is complicated, since he’d likely have to resign (there are already a few impeachment processes opened against him, but since they depend on the ok from chamber president, who still supports him, it’s unlikely to work, and it’d take months anyway), but if he did fall, we’d get either president of the chamber of deputies in power or president of the supreme court in power (cause president of the senate can’t, since he’s a defendant in a corruption investigation) - and I said “OR” there because there’s a chance president of the chamber also becomes a defendant in corruption charges through the next months so we can’t really be sure on how the succession line will be in the future. Yeah, that’s how screwed we are. Anyway, if any of them get to power they are bound to organizing new indirect elections, by the constitution, since it’s past half the term and we’d only need someone to basically finish this year and the next one when there are elections again, hopefully. However, with congress as it is, with most people there charged with something, you’d think brazilians are…. less than happy with the idea of our congressmen choosing their own fucking president. And you’re right. Most of us are. Which is why there is a campaign to make a change and try for direct, real, voting elections (and to get Temer out, obviously). 

It’s worth noticing that a lot of powerful people are still behind Temer, though, especially big businessman and the media, because of his austerity measures and probable cuts on labor laws, and also, because a lot of them are scared shitless of we actually getting a direct election and Lula winning. Yes, our ex-president, yes, the one in trouble with the law that I mentioned early. Aaand I would like to have covered him and our asshole hygienist new são paulo mayor whose biggest ability so far seems to be shitty decisions here, BUT this post is long enough as it is, so if y’all wanna know about them ask away and I’ll cover it in another post. For now, just remember: it can always get worse if you’re brazilian :)

Time to get this post out before I die hyperventilating into my “Raven Reyes” paper bag because I honestly don’t know how to deal with her anymore, but here we go. You know that moment when Raven breaks down in front of her friends and how Bellamy then calmly speaks to her to build her up again?

I didn’t know how much I needed that type of scene until I saw it to be honest - I was fully unprepared let me tell yall lmao - but now that I’ve seen it and have witnessed in which context it unfolded itself it’s honestly become one of my favorite moments in the episode, because Raven gains back her strength through the presence of all her friends in that one minute of total weakness.

Like, the writers really do love to rough it up for our characters during very critical situations, but in this particular case it’s very touching because it’s seriously not a moment created for the kicks, but the kind of moment that wants to make room for “optimism” that brings this wild set of characters even closer.

And I love how we dial down through the stress there, especially when focusing on Raven, because her breaking point is the catalyst for the unity. I absolutely could go on and on about how significant that short conversation between Bellamy and Raven is for me alone, as he inspire her the same way he inspires Clarke or the others, but I am even more affected by the fact that Raven truly isn’t able to hide herself anymore, but, as I’ve said above, works herself out of her own insecurities with the help of her friends and gains back her strength.

I mean, just look at this moment when she gradually starts to snap while standing in the middle with everyone surrounding her, watching her: 

Or how she ends up so bound and buried deep inside her own fears that all she feels she can do is sit down and hate the situation she finds herself in:

It hurts and GOD I love it here, because Raven’s feelings carry the kind of realism that many can relate to, she hates failing and she hates not being able to pull things off so she puts distance between her and the issue by practically giving up. But the point of this scene as a whole is not that Raven isn’t smart enough - as she states - because she got rid of ALIE’s code in her brain. We are actually past that already. What this scene communicates on a fundamental level is that Raven comes to realize that she is not alone in this.

In fact, all of her friends are by her side:

The “We need you” line is so important for Raven (and me obviously), because it creates a very dramatic call-back to that one time when she wanted to leave camp in season one. You know that time when Finn - the boy she loved and pretty much considered her only family - couldn’t even see why she was doing certain things (like working on the bullets) and how useless she felt because of that reaction she got from him - essentially tried to shut herself completely off from everyone around her, because they, as she believed, didn’t *need* her. Bellamy though, our heart’s guy, is the one who reminds her that they do need her with intense honesty, twice - back in season one after her confrontation with Finn and now in 4x13 when she believes she is not enough.

Being faced with the full array of cards against you is one thing, Raven has been through that ever since she landed on the ground, especially thanks to Finn and how their relationship changed on earth, but actually coming to consciously develop a sense of “team culture” through emotional connection with her friends is something else for her since Raven used to have only one person to turn to and that person failed her back then. Bellamy does what Sinclair used to do. He doesn’t simply apply to Raven’s ego, instead the writer’s manage to open up a path to her heart through faith, love and understanding.

And that pushes her forward. That love she receives from Clarke, from Bellamy, hell even Murphy (4x09), that is the game changer for her in this moment. Raven loving herself and the things she’s capable of doing is otherworldly, but expanding that love and stretching it out over this little group of messy people - that’s what she really wants, not just for herself but for everyone in this lab:

So Raven goes for it. Through the presence of her friends she not only learns as much about having people to rely on and consider a family as she can, and resolves to continue operating in a way that not only shakes everyone free - which essentially creates this sense of teamwork because there is unwavering trust radiating from every important team player here and if ALIE, a computer, can do it, so can they - but it also makes her a leader in her own right.

She’s prepared to face these obstacles with them just in time, as she’s confronted with a more mature set of challenges with her friends - the emotional progression - and inspire everyone in the room to get back to work.

And it’s beautiful. In season one she came down for a single person, now in season four she goes up and back to space with and for all of her friends.

She’s more than just an awesome person. She’s a growing, dynamically self-improving one, someone who is able to establish these deep connections with all of these people, who can navigate and bring in optimism as well as pragmatism, who is still in the process of learning, and will only get better at doing what she does - not just by herself, but with her friends, her family.

anonymous asked:

I adore your blog and absolutely obssesed with your new fanfictions! If you would have some free time, please, I beg you, write a story about Nesta and her leaving the Night Court without telling this Cassian - it would be soooo goood to read! I want angst!

Nesta sets off on her journey to seek justice against the human queens and leaves behind a piece of paper for the Commander who holds her heart in his scarred hands. Hope you enjoy this fic!

Parchment fluttered in the breeze on a small table underneath a book on war tactics.

It had been two hours since Nesta left the letter – or what should be deemed as a note considering how brief it was.

Those few short sentences were all she was able to write. Thanking Cassian for being with her on the battlefield. And lastly saying goodbye to him as she decided to leave Velaris.

Vassa had contacted the Night Court – or more specifically Feyre for assistance in concern to the queens who betrayed them to Hybern. The High Lady of the Night Court declined to personally join Vassa.

Nesta volunteered to go in her stead. Perhaps this would provide some relief from the pain Nesta had been feeling. The loss of her father and the soldiers she couldn’t save weighed heavy on her shoulders to the point Nesta imagined she would break at any moment.

It didn’t help knowing that everyone else in the Inner Circle celebrated immediately after the final battle. Nesta didn’t want them to see how the war had shattered her in ways she didn’t think were possible.

Weeks passed by and their laughter would always filter up through the House of Wind. Nesta felt more alone and ostracized than ever before. She wanted to be part of their circle. To be considered their friend and a member of such a close-knit group, but every time her fingers went to her bedroom door handle panic rose from her stomach.

Would they look at her in fear of her powers? Would they remind her of how she failed so many Illyrian soldiers in the war and let them die?

Worst of all Nesta was afraid of how Cassian would see her.

And so Nesta never left the room. It was better this way. Not to taint their happiness with her presence.

They were a family and Nesta was the stranger looking in. Even Lucien had entered the fold with much more ease than Nesta could have imagined. Azriel and Cassian welcomed him as both a fellow warrior and brother.

Nesta can clearly remember his laughter breaking through her depressed state. His deep voice coaxing her to come out even though he hadn’t called out to her.

The thought of it made Nesta cringe. Before the last battle they were finally becoming close. More than close if this thread that seemingly tied her to him was any indication.

But uncertainty clouded Nesta’s mind. She had heard what mating bonds were. Nesta still had yet to ask Feyre or anyone else if that is what she was currently experiencing.

Cassian didn’t appear to notice. In fact he failed to make an appearance more often then not when Nesta made the rare occasion downstairs for food.

Frustration, guilt and sorrow made Nesta’s blood run cold. The fact that Cassian was now ignoring her after their tender moment on the battlefield did nothing to soothe her worries that plagued her mind to begin with.

That didn’t matter now though as she crossed into human territory. It had been hours since she said goodbye to Feyre and Elain. Hours since she had left that note for Cassian in the foyer at the House of Wind.

It would more than likely be weeks before he even read it considering he was at the Illyrian camps. He had been working with the generals for almost a month now in re-arranging the soldiers and helping to train new recruits.

With a weary sigh Nesta entered a large clearing in the forest. A meadow of tall grass and wildflowers swayed in the breeze. From afar Nesta could see Vassa in the distance near a large boulder.

This was where they would begin their journey.

The moment Nesta took another step forward a loud boom echoed from above. The forest immediately quieted and the wind appeared to blow stronger.

As if a force of some kind was approaching.

Nesta turned around. Eyes scouting the sky toward the fae lands in search for whatever created that deafening noise.

Then she heard it. The sound of wings.

A dark shape shot through the clouds heading straight for her. Nesta’s eyes widened in shock as the large mass landed in front of her. The earth trembled under his feet as he righted himself and stood tall in the sunlight.

Nesta blinked as she silently watched Cassian stride toward her.

Sweat shone on his forehead and his chest heaved in heavy breaths. It was clear he made an effort to fly as fast as possible.

His eyes were intensely focused on Nesta. Burning with emotions that almost made Nesta’s knees tremble.

Instead she remained still. Nervously wondering what he would do.

“Shouldn’t you be on a freezing mountain with your troops?” Nesta asked without her voice cracking. A feat in of itself as her fists tightened to restrain the overwhelming need to go to him.

“Shouldn’t you be in Velaris hiding in your room or reading a romance novel?” Cassian tossed back. “Or the better question is why you left without a word?”

Nesta looked at him in confusion. “I told Feyre and Elain my plans. And I did leave with a goodbye if you failed to notice.”

It was then that Cassian unfurled his clenched fingers to reveal the parchment Nesta had left him.

“This,” Cassian raised the paper in his hand, “does not count as goodbye.”

Nesta swallowed at the sight of her writing in his calloused fingers. Could Cassian see how her heart bled into the ink as she wrote down words meant only for him to read? Or maybe he noticed that damned tear stain on the corner that she had been unable to stop from falling.

No matter the reason he was here now. Though she never expected he would fly out to – to what exactly? Why was he here?

“If you’ve come to criticize me then you should consider yourself lucky I even addressed a letter to you in the first place,” Nesta folded her arms in an effort to keep them from shaking. “I wasted precious time preparing for this trip just to write you a farewell that you can’t even have the decency to accept.”

“You’re right,” Cassian took a step forward. Then another. Nesta had to tilt her head up to look up at as he was an arm length away. “I can’t accept this.”

He folded the paper again and stuck it in one of the pockets that no doubt held a weapon or two inside.

“So you flew all the way out here to tell me that?” Nesta let a bit of bitterness seep into her tone.

Cassian smiled. The corner of his lips rose in a way that made Nesta forget that she was angry at him.

“No, I flew all the way out here to join you in search of the queens,” Cassian’s hazel eyes flickered with something Nesta couldn’t quite catch.

“And what if I told you that an invitation wasn’t extended to oversized bats who ought to fly back to train their troops and drink the night away with their friends.”

“Then I guess you’ll be having a handsome bat following you around until you can’t resist his charms.”

“Is that so?” Nesta turned her chin up. Eyes set in a challenge. “I’m sure the others will miss you. Why don’t you go home where you belong?”

Her tone was dismissive. Hardened into steel that was meant to cut and get the point across swiftly.

But Cassian saw through it. And Nesta hated how he suddenly noticed what she vaguely implied. His expression softened and his hand reached to her shoulder.

“Velaris is my home as much as it is yours Nesta,” Cassian gently squeezed her shoulder.

Nesta said nothing. She glanced away from the perceptive eyes that watched her far too closely.

“Besides,” Cassian’s voice lowered as he leaned in close. “I’m exactly where I belong. Right here. With you.”

A small tug in her chest made Nesta’s breath hitch. She shot Cassian a look. Hoping that he felt it too.

His face revealed nothing much to her disappointment. She should tell him to go. Cassian may leave if she requested it, but she wouldn’t put it past him to indeed hold true to his promise by following them during the mission.

With weary sigh Nesta turned to fully look at the Illyrian.

“Fine. But if you do one thing out of line–”

“Then you can punish me all you want,” Cassian winked and made his way to the boulder where Vassa was watching their interaction with veiled interest.

When Nesta turned to follow Cassian she easily caught up to his pace. Their strides matched as they walked the length of the field.

And it might have been her imagination, but Nesta could have sworn Cassian’s fingers grazed hers hidden between the wildflowers as they began their journey.

Together. They would do this together.

Confident || Jughead Jones Imagine

Everyone knew Y/N and that was the way she liked it. She was the new girl in town, successfully taking that title from Veronica. The H/C English girl was a mystery to the people living in Riverdale.

She had moved to Riverdale around three weeks after Clifford Blossom had killed himself and she had gladly taken the limelight from the Blossom family. Cheryl had quickly taken the new girl under her wing and had tried to make her one of her ‘minions’. This didn’t work for a multitude of reasons. The two had become fast friends and Cheryl was finally happy again. A few weeks passed and a certain dark haired boy had caught Y/N’s interest.

“Y/N,” Cheryl taps the E/C eyed girl on the shoulder.

“Yes?” The girl replies crossing her arms over her chest.

Cheryl smiles sweetly at the girl, “You need to try out and become a River Vixen with me.” Y/N’s eyes widen and fear overruns her normally calm persona.

“Uh,” She stutters, “Why do I need to become a cheerleader exactly?” Y/N calms herself and brings her confidence level back up.

“Because,” Cheryl says as if that’s a good enough answer.

“I don’t know, Cher,” The girl's eyes move over the cafeteria and they land on Jughead Jones the Third.

“Is this about the Hobo?” She asks, Y/N’s eyes snap back to her a certain flame in them making Cheryl regret her choice of words, “I mean, if you like him, he’ll find you extra hot if you’re a Vixen.”

The girls face pales, “I can’t be a cheerleader Cheryl.” The girl spins and walks away from a stunned Cheryl.

A few days pass and the girls still haven’t spoken. Y/N had taken up residence sitting by herself, although still looking confident. Cheryl had tried to talk to the H/C girl but Y/N wouldn’t give her the time of day.

“Hello, Sad Breakfast Club,” Cheryl greets Archie, Veronica, Betty, Kevin and Jughead.

“What do you want Cheryl?” Veronica is quick to ask, Cheryl face softens.

“As much as this pains me to say,” She sucks in a breath, “I need your help.”

A gasp falls from Kevin’s lips. “You want our help?” Betty asks confusion laced through her voice. Cheryl closes her eyes and nods her head.

“Why?” Jughead asks.

“As you all know, Y/N and I are best friends,” Cheryl’s eyes rake over the group, “I made an insensitive comment and now she won’t talk to me.”

“What does this have to do with us?” Ronnie questions.

“She likes Jughead,” Cheryl says softly, “And the comment I made was about him.”

“What?” Jughead asks, eyes wide.

“Oh no,” Cheryl gasps, “Please don’t tell her I told you.”

The group exchange glances and stand up, “We’ll help you Cheryl,” Betty says placing her hand on the gingers shoulder, “But you have to trust us.”

Cheryl nods her head rapidly, “I just want my best friend to talk to me again.”

Meanwhile, Y/N had been sitting by herself reading a book. The group approached her, all but Cheryl and Jughead.

“Hey Y/N/N,” Ronnie greeted sitting next to the girl. Y/N’s eyebrows furrow as she looks around the group.

“Uh-h,” The girl stutters confused. “I mean, not to be rude, but can I help you guys?”

Betty smiles and laughs. “Well because you asked, we know something happened between you and Cheryl and we want to help.”

The E/C eyes that belonged to Y/N widen and fear courses through them, “Nothing happened between me and Cheryl,” The girl mutters and without saying another word she stands up and walks away.

A few days pass in the same fashion, the group continue to approach the girl. Cheryl and Jughead begin to work together to create a plan.

“Why are you ignoring me?” Jughead asks Y/N. He slams his hand down on the table she’s sat at drawing attention towards them. She doesn’t answer. “You know Cheryl told us everything. Everything of your past, your time with her, she told us all of it.” She looks up at him fire burning in her E/C eyes.

“She told me about how you like me and about how you’re actually unconfident and afraid.”

Her eyes water.

“Cheryl told me about what happened before you moved here, about your ex-boyfriend and what he did,”

Gasps echo around the student lounge.

“Why are you doing this?” The girl hisses. Her hands ball up under the table.

“Because, as long as you’ve been here, Cheryl has cared about you, and when things got hard for you, you left her.” His eyes challenge hers.

“Why do you care? You hate Cheryl, you despise her. Why do you care about the fact that I left her,” She stands up, kicking her chair back, in an attempt to match his height.

“Because I care about you,” He says simply.

“Why?” She challenges.

“I remember the same things you do,” The eyes of their peers can be felt but neither of them back down, “I remember the moment under the tree.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Y/N adverts her gaze.

“Yes you do,” He challenges, moving around the table so that he’s standing within arms reach of her. He lifts he face to meet his gaze. Their eyes meet.

“Whats your point Jughead?” The girl says stepping back from him.

“Let people in,” he shrugs.

The girl shakes her head, “If you know of my past so well you’ll understand why i won’t do that.”

“I don’t expect you to,” He says simply, “But let Cheryl in. Let me in.”

Tears gather in Y/N’s eyes and she collapses, before she hits the ground Jughead’s arms are around her hushing her. He cradles her.

“There’s nothing to see here!” Cheryl shouts. All of the people that were watching Jughead and Y/N scurry away leaving Jughead, Y/N, Cheryl, And the rest of the group in the student lounge. Jughead lifts her chin he runs his fingers under her eyes drying her tears.

“Thank you,” She whispers burying her face in his chest again.

BTS reaction: they realize they have fallen for someone they used to hate.

canyounotbro requested:

Can you please please please do a reaction of BTS realising they have fallen for someone they hate (or used to hate/ supposed they hate/ thought they hated??) Idk, but u know what I’m saying.. I hope.. Thank you!!!

A/N - I’m actually very proud of how this one turned out. 


Jin:

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Jin would accept his feelings for you very easily. It’s true that the two of you used to hate each other, but he strongly believes that people can change. So after he realizes that he has fallen for you his attitude towards you would immediately change causing you to ask him what’s wrong with him.

“Hello Y/N. You look amazing today!”

“Seokjin, are you being sarcastic? You hate me…”

“No I’m not. And, no I don’t…hate you.”


Yoongi:

Originally posted by loveblushes

One of the reasons Suga hated you was because you made him feel…feelings. Feelings that he had never felt before and that made him feel stupid and made him want to do stuff that he didn’t know how to explain. 

So one day when the two of you were walking down the hallway with no one else around except you and him, Yoongi would decide to act. He walked over to you and grabbed you by the arm, pressing you against the wall. You thought he was going to hurt you, but when you looked up at him his eyes were filled with…something…and it wasn’t the usual anger. That’s when he leaned in and kissed you. 

“Can you meet me after school? Please! I need to talk to you about something…” He said before walking away.


Jhope:

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

You and Hobi were the two best dancers in your entire town. But also very competitive, which cause for you two to hate each other, constantly trying to prove one of you is better than the other. That was until one night he walked in on you practicing a new dance and was completely mesmerized. He couldn’t stop looking at the way your body moved so gracefully to the music and the way you bit your bottom lip in concentration when you were trying to remember certain parts of the song. That’s when he realized he has fallen for you and quietly sigh to himself.

“I can’t believe I’ve been so blind…”


Namjoon:

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

Being the two smartest people in your entire school you and Namjoon argued. A lot. All the time. You argued about the stupidest things, each of you having different opinions about a lot of stuff. And on top of all the teachers always asked the two of you to work together so you can “exchange knowledge”. 

Namjoon would have fallen for you a long time before he realized it. So when he finally confesses by an accident it would be unexpected for bothe of you.

“Do you want me to list all the things I hate about you?” He started yelling, “Okay then. First of all, you’re loud and extremely obnoxious! Second of all, I hate the way you bite your lip in concentration when we are working on something because it’s just so fucking distracting. And I hate the way your eyes lit up when you smile because it makes me smile too. And I…”

He noticed you smiling and stopped before smiling back.


Jimin:

Originally posted by whyparkjimin

You didn’t know why but you and Jimin had always hated each other. Ever since you were kids you would constantly tease each other, be mean to each other and just overall hate each other. That’s just how it has been, for years. 

The only problem was that Jimin has fallen for you.

He tried to deny it at first, lying to himself, telling himself he was just imagining stuff. But as hard as he tried to suppress it he couldn’t help that every time he saw you his heart skipped a beat. 

This would cause him to constantly argue with himself. Sitting alone in his room, running a hand through his hair frustratedly, his eyes filling up with tears at the thought of you.  

“What the hell is wrong with you Jimin?” He whispered to himself, running a hand through his hair.


Taehyung:

Originally posted by mvssmedia

You’ve always found Taehyung to be annoying. And he had always found you boring. You didn’t talk a lot and whenever you did talk it was mostly him being an asshole to you. So it could be safe to say that the two of you most definetly hated eachother. 

It was like that for years. Until one day after school, he saw you sitting by yourself on a park bench, your legs crossed underneath you, with your headphones on, you were scribbling something down in a small journal on your lap. Tae couldn’t stop looking at you, completely hypnotized by your beauty and the way the sunlight was hitting you at the perfect angle. 

He smiled to himself and took out his phone, taking a quick picture of you before leaving. 

When he got home he opened the picture, looked at it and sighed, remembering all the mean things he has said to you over the years.

“Taehyung you, idiot,” he whispered to himself, “What have you done?! You made the girl of your dreams hate you…”


Jungkook:

Originally posted by namujune

Jungkook was a quiet kid, he didn’t really have a lot of friends and enjoyed to be by himself. You were extremely loud and obnoxious always making jokes and always being the center of attention. 

It would be an underestimate to say that Jungkook didn’t like you. He hated you. Your personality was just so different from his and he often found you very annoying.

But that all changed one day when you decided to sit with him at lunch. You knew he didn’t like people (especially you) but it wouldn’t hurt to try talking to him.

He was kind of cold and distant to you at first but the more you talked the more he started opening up. That’s when he realized that he actually really likes you.

“You’re changing Jungkook…” He sighed to himself after you left, smiling.


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JIB8 - Jared M&G story

So, like last year, I was once again lucky enough to have a Jared Meet&Greet, and got to be close to a tired yet focused Jared Padalecki (who’d just woken up from a nap in between his autograph session and his M&G).

Before anyone began asking questions, there was a knock on the door but no one entered. Jared looked at a staff member and asked her “Is it Ackles? Is he fucking with me again?“ - then laughed. Apparently, it wasn’t Jensen who then joined us for Jared’s M&G, but Jensen’s stunt double. Why he was at the convention I have no idea, but he just sat down and observed the M&G (as well as a few panels, I noticed later that day) - and confirmed a few facts when Jared asked him about something.

Jared’s chapter in ‘Family Don’t End With Blood’ was mentioned and whether or not he would consider writing a book. His answer was no. He said he’d spent a whole year writing that chapter and, besides not having a lot of time on his hands, he’d had some anxiety writing it (I guess because he was afraid it wasn’t good enough). However, Jared said he felt like he owed it to us to be honest about it all. I admit I was struggling not to tear up at this point, having not only read his chapter but had been in Rome during JIB6 when Jared had gone through his breakdown.

A woman mentioned her reason behind telling Jared a funny story during his solo panel (the beenie/penis story - I’m sure there’re videos of it if someone doesn’t know what I’m talking about), that it was because people often tell Jared sad stories and she therefore wanted to make him laugh instead. She also said that he took on too much on his shoulders, that he was not alone in this, and that we were all there to carry some of the weight with him. Jared appreciated that.

He also got some questions about his love for watches, his ‘Venatore’ wine (Jared said he could talk forever about his love for both watches and wine) and his favorite author.

By then, the M&G was almost over but Jared luckily picked me to ask the last question. My question was: “When you do emotional scenes on the show with Jensen, do you think of something sad? Or does the emotion come natural to you after working together for so long and being so close in real life?“

I got really distracted by the fact that Jared was looking straight at ME and answering MY question, but this is what I remember of his answer:

Jared said it was a great question. He said that he, in the beginning of the show, did think of sad things to bring out that kind of emotion, but proceeded to say that he doesn’t do that anymore. Jared said that he hates when the script says “Sam cries“ (which is something Jensen also mentioned in his solo panel) because he doesn’t wanna cry unless he feels like the scene calls for it. So if someone writes that in a script or if a director tells him to cry, he’ll say “I appreciate you saying it but I’ve known this character for 12 years, so please don’t ever tell me that again”. Jared mentioned the scene in 12x22 where Dean and Sam had to break through the wall in the bunker. It wasn’t supposed to be an emotional scene, but he and Jensen had felt like the scene called for it. Jared then said that he couldn’t remember if Sam cried during that scene, and I remarked “Well, I did!“ which made Jared laugh.

He mentioned the church scene between Dean and Sam in the episode “Sacrifice“ and how it was originally scripted that Sam should be all tough about it and practically yell his words at Dean. However, that wasn’t what the scene called for. When they’d gone through the scene, Jared (as Sam) had felt the emotion and had teared up, so that’s the direction he had to go with the scene (and thank God for that since it’s one of my favorite scenes!) He continued to talk about how the brain knows the emotion isn’t real but the body doesn’t, so it’s tough having to do emotional scenes - especially when 5 minutes in a scene takes like 14 hours to film.

Jared then said something that had me struggling not to tear up again. He talked about how Sam is a tough guy who, nine out of ten times, tries to hold back his tears rather than show them because he wants to be strong. Jared remarked that crying is not a sign of weakness - that you’re also strong when you cry - but that Sam tries to hold it in. Which, Jared said, was also an emotionally draining thing to do. Both for him and Sam.

Note: During his talk about the church scene and how Sam always tries to be tough and not cry, I swear Jared’s eyes turned wet for a second (as well as my eyes did). Whether it was because of what he said or because he was just tired, I can’t know for sure - but I was sitting pretty close to him and he was looking straight into my eyes at the time.

Anyways, Jared also talked about how guest stars often get something (I don’t remember what he called it. Crystallized something) sprayed into their eyes to be able to cry. Jared has only tried that one time, and that was when he was in House of Wax. His character had to cry but Jared couldn’t do it because he had to sit completely still in the scene (where he’s been waxed) and couldn’t use his facial expressions. That was the only time he’d ever needed help to cry in a scene.

Jared then repeated that it was a really good question, but time had run out by then and he had to leave the room. I was more than a little stoked to get such a long and detailed answer to my question - and more than a little awestruck to have Jared’s eyes on me throughout almost his entire answer.

Sam's heaven

(A/N): So I really miss writing supernatural and I had just watched the dark side of the moon and I wanted to write a lil something about it 

Summary: Sam and Dean are trapped in heaven, forced to relive their memories but what they both see is not what they expected 

 Warnings: angst? Swearing, that’s it :) 


Originally posted by adaav

   Dean and Sam were trapped in heaven; no big deal, they just had to avoid any and all angels, traverse through their best moments, and make it back home. That wasn’t too hard, was it?


    Dean’s memories had all been of family, of a time much happier than the one now. Even Sam couldn’t help the small smile that remained on his face as he watched Dean interact with people from his past; Like their own mother Watching Dean with his mom pulled at Sam’s heart strings; he wondered if they had lived a normal life if maybe he would’ve been dressed up in small flannel and horrendously ugly t-shirts, maybe he’d have had the crusts cut off of his pb&j, maybe he would have actually had a nice, functioning family. But that’s not the way it played out and he was stupid to hope for such a thing anyways. 


   Everything had been smooth until they reached sam’s memories; his best moments. There was one with his dog, only weeks after he left John and Dean, there was another on thanksgiving with a family that had been much kinder to him than his own, but the ones that really stuck with him were the ones with (Y/N). They had been his significant other since the day he left John, not really, but that was the day he met them. He’d gone to a diner, plopped down and ordered himself the most expensive burger he could, he deserved to celebrate after all. 

    “Looks like something’s got Mr. Sasquatch down,” His waiter- (Y/N)- smiled at him softly. “You okay?” Sam’s nose crinkled a bit as he looked at the menu. Did they- had they just asked if he was okay? No one ever cared enough about him to ask if he was okay. This person had even noticed that he wasn’t feeling okay and they asked him about it.

    “Uh yeah- just a bit of a hard day really,” (Y/N) smiled as they set their little notepad down, instead taking a seat right across from Sam. 

   "Wanna tell me about it? I’ll even buy your food for you,“ No one had ever been that kind to Sam, no one but (Y/N). It felt nice to finally have someone care, even if it was just a stranger. So that day Sam poured his heart and soul into his conversation with (Y/N), telling them all about his shitty childhood, about his father, about dean. For hours he talked with them and during some point the conversation had drifted from his past to other things, things like law school, art, nature, even animals. Not once in his life had Sam felt so comfortable around someone, (Y/N) was different like that and Sam absolutely loved it. But for now that wasn’t the memory he was reliving, in fact, it was a memory from months after they first met. 

    "Who the hell is that?” Dean whispered as he watched the memory unfold. 

   It dark outside, but the stars above seemed to illuminate everything splendidly. It was a large field, much like the one from Dean’s memory and in the middle of it was (Y/N). Sam’s throat choked up a bit as he looked at them, at their curious eyes, and beautiful smile. 

   "Sam, the hell is this?“ But Sam wasn’t listening, he was too focused on (Y/N). "Sam- Sammy, the hell are you doing?” Dean whispered as Sam walked forward, completely ignoring his brother. He was almost dazed really to see (Y/N) after all this time, even if it was just his own memory. 

   "Sorry I’m late,“ Sam breathes out as he sits down beside (Y/N), still in awe over how beautiful they looked. "I got lost on the way here,” (Y/N) smiled and laughed softly, their nose crinkling in a way that had his heart aching. 

   "It’s okay, you’re actually right on time,“ (Y/N) pointed to the sky, directing Sam’s gaze upwards. Above them millions of stars shined brightly, creating a sight too beautiful for words.

    It was their annual date night (every Friday to be exact) but rather than stay inside and watch some shitty tv shows (as per they usually did. They were poor college students after all) (Y/N) had hauled Sam along to watch the stars; They had always been a bit of an astronomy geek so they were more than excited to show Sam the starry sky.

    "Isn’t it beautiful?” (Y/N) asked softly as they looked to the sky in awe, their eyes twinkling so brightly that Sam wanted to cry. 

   "Yeah,“ Sam nodded as he stared at them. "It sure is," 


    "Who the hell was that?” Dean asked as they traveled along, coming to Sam’s next memory. 

   "I dated them in college,“ Sam Shrugs a bit. "Just a fling really," 

   "That sure as hell didn’t look like a fling,” Dean scrutinized as he glared at Sam, eyes narrowed and lips pursed. “We’re you in love?" 

   "Dean-” Sam sighed as he smiled just a bit. “I’m telling you, it was nothing," 

   "Uh huh,” Dean clicked his tongue as they walked along. “I’m sure," 

  "I promise you, it was nothing-" 

   "Sam!” Sam was interrupted by yet another memory and by no surprise it was another one involving (Y/N). 

   They pounced upon him like cat, pulling him into a nearly bonecrushing hug. 

   "I was so worried, where have you been?“ Sam had gone away for a day or two, just for a little getaway from Stamford. He hadn’t told anyone where he was going and he stupidly left his phone at home. He wouldn’t need to contact anyone, he knew how to fend for himself after all. It was such a peaceful trip that Sam honestly didn’t even think about the consequences that was until (Y/N) was cupping his cheeks and staring at him with tear filled eyes. 

   "I’m sorry (Y/N),” Sam whispers, his heart clenching as he stared at (Y/N). Even after all these years seeing their expression still hurt him, seeing their worried face and pained eyes still had the same reaction as it did years ago. “I was jus out on a trip, I didn’t think to tell anyone,”

    “You fucking idiot,” (Y/N) chides although their watery chuckled completely betrayed their words. “I was so fucking scared, I was damn near close to calling the police. God- fuck you you fucking prick.” Without any warning (Y/N) leaned in, connecting their lips to Sam’s. It was their first kiss and god it had been amazing. (Y/N)’s lips felt absolutely perfect against Sam’s and if he could he’d have let them linger there all day but there was something pulling him away, forcing their lips apart. 

   "I love you (Y/N),“ Sam spews, like word vomit that he simply could not control. "I love you so much,” It was the first time he’d ever admitted to loving someone. He hadn’t even ever told his father or brother that he directly loved them, (Y/N) was a first. Sam’s breath was shaky as he looked at (Y/N), his heart pounding wildly just as it had the day he said those three words to them for real.

    “I love you too Sammy,” (Y/N) sobbed happily as they threw their arms around his neck (or at least the best they could). “I love you so fucking much,” Sam sighed again as he wrapped his arms around their waist, tugging them impossibly closer to him. His scruffy face nuzzled into their neck and he couldn’t help it when his own soft little cry fell from his lips. God- he missed (Y/N) so much, more than anyone ever; he’d give anything to be back there, back in their arms, safe and happy, oblivious to the evil around him- 

    “Sam.” Sean’s voice is softer now than it was the first time. “Sam c'mon on, we gotta go,” Sam didnt want to leave, he couldn’t leave (Y/N) a second time but he knew he had to. So with the utmost reluctancy Sam let go, letting Dean drag him away from the best thing to ever happen to him. 


   Now they were walking down a lonely stretch of road, different from either one of their memories. The air felt heavy, depressed really, so much so that it was nearly impossible for Sam to breathe, or perhaps those were the tears building behind his eyes that were making functioning so hard. 

   "So what happened to them?“ Dean asks softly, his hands stuffed in his pockets. Sam sighs as he walks on, heart heavier than it had been in a long time.

    "After a run in with a ghost I decided that it was too dangerous, the whole together thing." 

   "So you left them?" 

   "Yep, left them heartbroken too.”

   "I’d imagine so, seems like you two were really close.“

    "Yeah,” Sam sighs as he looks behind him, back at his happiest memories, or at least where they used to be, for now it was just the same never ending stretch of road. 

   "So- did you really love them?“ Dean knew he was treading on thin ice but he was curious, mighty curious.

    "Yes,” Sam nods, looking down at the water covered asphalt to avoid looking at anything else. “More than anything in this world," 

    "Y'know…if we ever get out of here you should give them call, get some closure.” Sam chuckles dryly, a harsh sound that hurt his throat.

    “They probably hate me now or some shit.”

    “Never too late to try,” Dean smiled softly as he walked on, down the endless stretch of highway that only seemed to get longer as they walked. Yeah…maybe Sam would give them a call if he ever got out. That was his motivation now, a phone call to (Y/N) if he survived.


    Sam sighed as he picked up his phone, eyeing the small thing warily.

    “Come on man,” Dean said trough a mouth of food. “You promised yourself," 

   "Yeah, yeah,” Sam dials in their number, or the number they had previously used years ago. “I know,” He stared at the numbers hesitantly, his heart racing uncontrollably. This was it. If no one answered that would be it, that’s the last time he’d ever try to contact (Y/N). 

  So with a shaking hand Sam pressed call, waiting for some message stating that the number was now disconnected or something but to Sam’s surprise the thing actually began to ring. The number was still up and running, that meant either (Y/N) hadn’t ever changed their number or someone else was now using it. 

   Sam gulped as it continued to ring again and again and again, it was almost to the last ring when it suddenly stopped, meaning that someone had finally picked up.

    “Hello?”

    “Hi, uh (Y/N)? This is Sam Winchester-”

❝ Please take a chance on me...❞

Plot: Johnny (NCT 127) accidentally hurts your feelings in an argument and panics when you start crying

Pairing: Johnny x Reader

Words Count: 1,8k+

Genre: Angst

For Anon, I hope you like it cutie! 

- kyu.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

Originally posted by withsuh


‘Want to get some supper?’

‘No.’

‘Wanna watch a movie at my place?’

‘No.’

‘Get coffee?’

‘No.’

No no no was all you were getting from your boyfriend for the past month. The both of you had been together for only six months but it felt as if it was only two. Johnny was someone of your dreams. From his smile to his soft eyes, he was perfect to you. He expressed flaws but that was easily over looked because you honestly started feeling love towards him, but love that was getting hard to express. You knew the relationship with him would be tough considering him being an idol and also living in the dorms, but never in your life did you think it would be this hard.

Standing at the door of the dorms, you took a deep breath before knocking, ‘Coming!’

‘Just breath Y/N…’ You whispered under you breath before the door flung open and you were attacked with a hug.

‘NOONA!’ The person expressed, hugging you tightly and spreading a warmth you hadn’t experienced in a while from someone.

‘Hey Mark.’ You smiled at the younger, ‘I thought you were all going out?’

‘We are,’ He beamed, ‘We are just waiting for Taeil hyung, who is TAKING FOREVER!’

‘I can here you, you brat!’ Said male walked into the hallway, ‘Ah Y/N. How are you doing?’

‘Could be better.’ You knew you couldn’t lie to them.

The boys had become something of your brothers. You yourself was the same age at Johnny so everyone, besides Taeil, was like your little brothers. Even though you knew them for a short time, you loved and cared for every single one. Taeil had also become someone you tended to confide with over the past few months of being in their lives.

‘Well your prince charming is in his room,’ Taeil pointed out before shouting, ‘LET’S GO EVERYONE!’

‘Will you stop screaming?’ Taeyong cheekily responded, ‘We were all waiting for you to begin with.’

‘Yah you punk!’ The elder playfully grabbed him in a headlock before filling out after all the other members, ‘Good luck.’

‘Thank you.’ You smiled, closing the door and walking through the hallways and arriving at your boyfriends bedroom door.

The others went out with some of their fellow lablemates for the evening. Johnny opted to stay back and work on somethings for their comeback. You stood at the doorway and watched him hunch over the table and scribble something passionately on a piece of paper. Leaning against the doorway, you crossed your arms with a soft smile on your face.

‘Having fun there?’ You asked, seeing he got a slight fright but just went back to his business.

‘What you doing here?’ He asked, not even looking back at you.

‘Well I thought I could come see my boyfriend.’ You tried to lighten the mood by walking in and placing your hands on his shoulders.

He instantly tensed up before relaxing under your touch, ‘I am busy, Y/N.’

‘He said for the thousandth time.’ You narrated, turning the chair to face you.

‘What the f-’

‘You are always busy!’

‘Because I am,’ He rolled his eyes, ‘It’s not like I have all the spare time in the world.’

‘I am not asking for your entire day Johnny, but a measly few minutes would be appreciated.’ You looked at him, something sad in your eyes.

‘Well by the looks of it,’ He looked at his watch, ‘It have been about five minutes. There is your few minutes, Y/N. You know the way out. Goodnight Y/N.’

He stood up to get something from his shelf but you held his arm, ‘That isn’t what I meant.’

‘I am just busy Y/N, can you not understand that!’ His voice went louder.

‘I understand that Johnny, but I seem to be having more of a relationship with your voicemail then with you!’ You retaliated, ‘All I ask is for a few moments alone with my boyfriend!’

‘Is it a hug you want?’ He harshly took you in his hold, squeezing tight before releasing you, ‘Or maybe some alone time, because I do not know if you realised this, but we are alone and you are taking my time.’

You looked at the man before you and resembled the person you thought you were falling in love with, but this person was no longer him. He was no longer the happy chappy boy you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, but he was someone different entirely. The day you met him, you had been rushing university and he had bumped into you and caused all your belongings to scatter across the sidewalk. In a state, you apologised and then began to pick everything up but he had bent down and started helping you. That day was the day you met the most beautiful smile in your life.

‘Why are you being like this?’ Your voice was soft, tears threatening to brim.

‘Because I have a job Y/N! Something you are not aware of clearly. I know you don’t understand this but I work!’

‘I do work, Johnny!’

‘A part time job doesn’t count.’ He gritted his teeth.

‘Well what do you expect then!’ You throw your hands up in frustration, ‘I am still a student!’

‘That’s besides the point.’

‘Clearly, because my point is that I want to at least get a bit more time with you!’

‘I AM NOT YOUR FATHER, FOR FUCKSAKE Y/N!’ He screamed, ‘I can not just take off time just so you can be happy and get attention! You knew this from the beginning so why is it that you are having such an issue all of a sudden.’

‘IT ISN’T AN ISSUE!’ The first tear fell, ‘A simple hello would have been perfect.’

‘WELL HELLO!’ His facial structure became stern and strong, ‘Are you happy now?!’

‘Ecstatic.’ The tears now were falling as you took your hand to wipe them away, ‘I am sorry for taking up your time…’

The motion of you wiping your tears suddenly had him snap to realisation, but by then, you had already started walking to the door. You tried your best to hold back your sobs, but they just seemed to continue coming and echo down the long hallway. Slipping your shoes back on, you were about to open the door when all of a sudden you were spun around and hugged tightly. The tears doubled in quantity as you pushed the person away.

‘I am leaving, don’t worry!’ You shouted, ‘I am sorry for being such an inconvenience to you.’

‘Jagiya no-’ He tried to reason

‘Don’t you call me that! You have said what you wanted to and I am happy that you have said what was needed to. This spares me the broken heart.’ You tired to leave but he held your arm, ‘Let go of me! I won’t bother you and make you feel like my father!’

‘I didn’t mean that.’ He pulled you away from the door.

‘Really?’ You scoffed sarcastically, ‘Cause you sure sounded like you fucking did!’

‘I am just stressed Y/N, I honestly didn’t mean to snap at you. I really don’t know what has come over me, and I say this with all the honesty I can muster.’ He held both of your upper arms.

‘So shouting at me was you stress reliever?!’ You sniffed.

‘Yes, I mean no. UGH I DON’T KNOW!’ He said in frustration, ‘Just don’t go, please…’

‘Well why should I stay?’ You asked, pushing his arms away, ‘You clearly don’t want me around.’

‘This is going to sound stupid but during my anger I was fuming but as soon as I saw you crying….I-I panicked. There is something I vowed and that was to never make you cry-’

‘Well you clearly failed at that.’

‘Will you let me finish please!’

‘Sorry.’

The moment you heard him comparing himself to your father, you were ready to run out of the dorms and never look back. Now you stood in front of your escape and with the man, who had you running for the hills, standing somewhat broken before you. He was expressing such apologies that one half had you wanting to reject him and just ending it all together, while the other had you wanting to run into his arms and forgive him.

‘I said I would never make you cry and I did. It was over a stupid things and I blame myself for every bit of this fight. I have been so busy and frustrated because I want to make you proud Y/N…I want to be the boyfriend who has you happy all the time, the boyfriend that you are proud to call yours…..the boyfriend who can provide everything for you.’

‘Johnny…’ The tears started to subside .

‘Please don’t walk away from me…please take a chance on me and I promise I will treat you better. Please Y/N’ He pleaded, his voice breaking as you noticed he was starting to cry. ‘They say perfection has no place in love, but I will do anything you want me to do just so you want leave me…’

Taking a step forward, you pulled him into a hug as he fell to his knees with you in tow. His head was on your neck as you felt him sob. Softly you stroked his hair, as his arms wrapped around you and held you close. Rubbing his back as well, you lifted his head up with both your hands and wiped the tears with your thumbs before he spoke up.

‘I don’t need someone who sees the good in me, I need someone who sees the bad and still wants me….and I hope you will still have me.’ He whispered, eyes closed as you placed a kiss on his forehead, ‘I am so so sorry Y/N.’

‘It’s okay but next time, could you not use me as a stress reliever in that manner? Your voice matched his.

‘Never again.’

‘Can we pretend this never happened?’

He opened his eyes and looked deeply into yours, ‘No, this is a reminder to me. A reminder to be a better boyfriend and love you with every once of my heart.’

‘L-love?’ You repeated.

‘I will say this to you my love, meeting you in this crowded world was the best thing in my life.’ He brushed his lips against yours, ‘I love you so much…’

Protective Angels

Characters: Michael, Castiel, Gabriel, Lucifer, Y/N (no pairing)

Word Count: 1,271

Warnings: fluff, bullying

Requested by anon:  Hey! Can I request an imagine where reader is being bullied in school (she’s 13 or 14 in middle school) and the angels protect her/defend her? Thanks! ❤ (Spn fanfic and by angels I mean Lucifer, Gabriel, Michael and Castiel) <3 <3

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this fic! I find it cute and I am proud of how it turned out! I love you all so much! <3

Middle school was a time for growth and development for all kids.  Unfortunately for some kids, it was also a time consisting of name calling, shoving, and rumors.  Bullies were relentless in your middle school.  Luckily for you, you had angels looking over your shoulders.  

You first met these angels when you were having a hard time adjusting to the new elementary school last year.  They were your first friends.  They were a great help and you loved them from day one, and they loved you.  It was a silent promise that they would protect you from danger.  Even if that danger involved your teenage peers.

As you were walking home, you decided to dig your headphones out of your backpack.  Listening to music was better than hearing the constant ridicule of your peers.  Lately things had gotten worse.  They started throwing your lunch away and shoving you into the lockers in the hallway.  Every book in your arms would fall to the floor.  Castiel would usually help you fetch your books.  He was more helpful than aggressive, which didn’t bother you.  

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No Kiss List

@lapidot-anniversary-week and @jenhedgehog

prompt: first kiss

words: 3k

genre: childhood friends/enemies to sweethearts, human AU

summary: Peridot is the only person in the fourth grade that is on Lapis’s ‘no kiss list’ for a kind of underground kissing booth and Peridot is not happy about it, they grow older together and things begin to shift, Ao3

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Smitten Kitten (Chapter Five)

I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far :)
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Rhodes threw Steve through a window first, and the soldier partial shifted into his Lion with a snarl, his feet slipping and sliding on the shattered glass as he tried for balance on the grass.

Bucky was next, destroying the rest of the window and smashing into the ground, but he was fully shifted into his Wolf before he even stood back up, baring his teeth furiously at Rhodes.

Then both of them were scrambling backwards, shifting down into human as fast as they could and yelling at the top of their lungs as the twelve foot tall black bear came crashing through the wall and onto the lawn, each step of its massive paws leaving a dent in the ground, jaws open in a roar that shook the soldiers to their very core.

And stalking behind the bear, nose in the air, tail twitching irritably, came Tony.

Turns out he wasn’t as alright with being rejected as he had originally thought.

That would teach those stupid soldiers to hurt his feelings.

Honeybear to the fucking rescue.

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Rinse and Repeat, LMM/Reader

Prompt: A regular customer catches your interest.

Words: 4,037

Author’s Note: This one was…a lot. I’ve found one of my greatest weaknesses when it comes to writing is brevity. I wanted to challenge myself with this one by taking a simple idea and stretching it for greater detail…which is why it it 4k+. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Nothing?

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A brick building sat on the corner of a street just one block down from Lin’s apartment. His first stop into Valentino’s was purely out of convenience. He was never one to buy clothes for only one occasion, just for it to gather dust in his closet.

And he had put off finding a suit for the upcoming Emmys, where he was nominated.

With no other options, he unpacked a few boxes he had been putting off and dug out an old forgotten tux that he prayed still fit.

With the hanger balancing delicately on his fingers, he pushed open the glass paneled door of the dry cleaners you worked at. He stood in the doorway as you sat perched on a stool behind the counter, deeply submerged in a novel.

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la douleur exquise (9)

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

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“Good morning Jay,” I said, trying my best to hold in my yawn as I made my way into the office.

“Not so good morning for you,” she replies, eyeing me as I sat down at my desk. “Did you even sleep at all last night?” she questions. 

I reply wordlessly by shaking my head. 

“I couldn’t,” I answer back. 

I have been agitated since last night after Baekhyun. His words still ringing in my head. 

The drawer… Sehun’s desk…

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I felt I needed to make a Oc for the @thebbros-studios-on-and-off-set Au so here on and off set Bonnie!

Name:Bonnie *of course*

Age:21

Gender:Female

Job:Currently does not have one, she is fresh out of collage with a art degree

Likes:Drawing,reading,quiet places,writing,calm/sad music,playing piano,anime and manga*mainly Hetalia*

Dislikes:A lot of people, crowded areas,chocolate milk

Personality:Shy,cowardly,easily scared,very quiet,creative,calm

Things to know:Not very loud, she has a voice of a mouse it’s so quiet. She is very self conscious, She is always covered up,even if it’s very warm out. She really want to work on the show with Miss Rouge

Babqftim belongs to: @thebbros
the on set and off set belongs to: @thebbros-studios-on-and-off-set
:P

A dragon’s treasure

Prompt: Metalicana interacting with the twins by @ninja-status

Word count: 2k

Summary: Metalicana is asked to babysit the twins. It’ll be a piece of cake, right? RIGHT?! Modern-AU; Human!Metalicana.

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After three knocks to the door, only one thought crossed his mind unrelentlessly.

How had he agreed to this?

The door swung open and he looked down to be met with two hazel eyes and a bright smile.

Oh, right. It’s all the brat’s fault.

“Welcome, Metalicana,” Levy greeted him in her singsong voice and he sighed in defeat.

“Where are they?” His gruff voice and dark appearance could have scared the bravest warrior but did nothing to her. Instead, she smiled again and stepped aside to let him come inside the house.

Yeap, it’s the brat’s fault for falling for the ballsiest and cutest woman in the whole world. Don’t get him wrong; he loves his daughter-in-law, she seemed to be the only one able to keep his son in line and she was the main reason the brat cut his connections with the dark businesses he got involved in when he was young.

Still, it didn’t explain why Metalicana had to bear with the consequences of his son’s choices.

“They are in the living room watching a movie. Come on in.” She closed the door once he stepped inside and he couldn’t help but scrunch his nose at the fruity and floral scent that wafted through each corner of the house.

“Hey Pops,” Gajeel greeted his father when he came into view and- wait, did he just smiled at him?! Was Gajeel actually happy to see his old man?!

“Brat,” he greeted back and couldn’t keep the faint smile off his face at seeing his son so damn happy. Yeah, this tiny blue haired woman was changing Gajeel’s life and Metalicana hoped it would be for the better.

“Hey Lev, could ya help me with the tie?”

“Sure, honey.” Gajeel leaned down for her to be able to reach for his tie without going up on her tiptoes. With a quick motion, Levy finished her task and patted him affectionately on the chest. “All done.”

He thanked her and kissed the top of her head which earned him a cute giggle from the woman.

“Ugh, get a room ya two.” Metalicana rolled his eyes and crossed his arms feigning irritation at the scene.

“What? Ya want a kiss too old man?”

“Yeah, in my ass,” he shot back and both males grinned at each other.

“Now now, be nice the two of you,” Levy chided but before Metalicana could argued back a new voice interrupted them.

“Grampa?” Yajeh stood at the other end of the entrance hall eyeing the older man curiously.

“Come here, sweetie.” The five-year-old boy did as his mother told him and ran into her arms happily. She lifted him up with ease and embraced the child with motherly love. “Is the movie over?”

“Yeah, it was great! Can we look for our dragons next time we go camping?” His eyes shone with excitement at the mere idea of riding his own Nightfury.

“Sure thing, champ.” Gajeel chuckled and ruffled his son’s hair.

“We’ll need lots of fishes! And no eels!” Shutora added as she stepped closer to the adults. She eyed her brother with shyness and something akin to jealousy. She also wanted to be hugged but she was too proud to admit it.

As if reading her mind, Gajeel swiftly lifted her up and sat her on his shoulder. She laughed and hugged her daddy’s head to not fall off. Metalicana just rolled his eyes one more time at the family’s antiques; that many shows of affection were too much for him to bear.

“Why is Grampa here?” Shutora questioned noticing for the first time the older man in the room.

“He is staying with ya for a couple of hours,” Gajeel said as he gently put his daughter down.

“Really?” Yajeh looked up at his grandfather with his bright red eyes.

“Yes. Daddy and I are going out for a couple of hours so Grampa will be looking after you until we come back,” Levy explained as she kissed her son in the cheek and put him down. “So you better behave, alright?”

Now, both kids looked up at Metalicana with wide eyes and unreadable expressions. He started to feel uncomfortable under their innocent and intense gaze. Surely they might have prefered to be babysat by Blondie or by Igneel’s brat but according to Levy they were unavailable for the night. So now, the twins were stuck with him and they were probably going to throw a tantrum about them not wanting to spend time with their grandfather.

“Awesome!”

What?!

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Hi! Here’s a new writing. This one is based on two prompts. I decided to mix them because they were really similar and I think that if I had written them apart from each other I would’ve ended writing the same kind of conversation.

I hope that the owners of the idea don’t mind and don’t get mad at me for doing that.

Here are the prompts:

“the girls and the balloon squad are together and the girls start throwing some explicit indirects to Yousef and Noora about the kiss…Yousef doesn’t want Sana to think bad of him so he tries to clear the situation”

“Noora knows something is wrong with Sana but she don’t know what and because Sana is avoiding her she decide to go at her house unannonce! The boys are at Sana’s house and everything just get weird because sana/noora/Yousef (and the boys) are in the same room. “

I know they’re not exactly the same but both of them focused on things being awkward between the characters.

Again I really hope you don’t get mad at me for mixing the prompts.

(Also to the anon that asked me to put my writings under “read more” I still haven’t figure it out)

I hope you like it:

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What was she doing here? That’s what Sana asked herself as soon as she entered the place. She would rather be at home listening to music, watching tv or just laying on her bed looking at the ceiling than in a club full of people. Especially, since she knew that the pepsimax girls were going to be there. But it was Eva’s birthday and sure, things weren’t that great between them but she had to at least wish Eva a happy birthday.

She had decided it, she would go in the club, talk to Eva, be there for like an hour and go back to her house before the sun would set.

Sana entered the place and looked for Eva. She was talking to Vilde in the middle of the room, each girl with a drink on their hands.

“You came!!” Eva said smiling as Sana approached them “I’m so happy that you came”

“Happy birthday, Eva” Sana said giving her a hug

“Hi Sana, It’s nice seeing you.” Vilde said

“Hey”

Soon they were joined by Noora and Chris. Sana tried to avoid Noora’s eyes, she still couldn’t look at her without certain images of certain Friday coming to her mind.

“I’m not staying long, though, but I wanted to say hi” Sana explained

“Oh, that’s too bad, ‘cause look at who just entered” Eva said pointing behind her.

Sana turned around and felt her stomach sink at she saw Elias and his friends, Yousef among them, entering the club. They saw girls instantly and started to walk towards them. She caught Yousef looking at her, then at Noora, then back at her only to let his eyes fall to the floor in what seemed like embarrassment.

“Hey, sis” Elias greeted “Funny to see you here”

“Well, it’s my friend’s party so I think it’s actually funny to see you all here” Sana said

“I invited them” Eva said “I hope you don’t mind”

“It’s fine, like I said I’m leaving soon”

“It’s nice to see you here guys” Vilde said “Isn’t it Noora?”

Noora, who until then had been looking at her feet trying to avoid any eye contact with anyone, looked up.

“Huh?”

“I just said that it’s really nice seeing the guys here. I’m sure you’re happy to see them too, maybe especially one of them?” she said with a smile

“Nei, Vilde” Noora said abruptly

“Oh come on Noora, don’t be shy, we all saw what happened in the last party” Eva said winking at her friend

Sana was feeling more uncomfortable with every minute that passed. She kept fidgeting with her shirt trying to focus on anything else besides the conversation that was taking place. Of course, she wasn’t succeeding.

“Stop it guys” Noora said awkwardly

“Come on, all of us here know what happened, right boys?” Chris said

“Um, no, we don’t” Adam said confused

“Wait, Yousef didn’t tell you?” Vilde asked

“No. What did you have to tell us Yousef?” Elias asked looking at his friend who kept staring at the floor.

He then looked at his sister. If something had happened with Yousef, it must had been between Yousef and his sister, right? But, what did Noora have to do with any of that?

“There’s nothing to tell” Yousef said finally looking at his friend

“Girls, stop it” Noora said

“But Noora, it was really cute. You two make a great couple” Eva said

“We’re not a couple” Yousef said way to quickly “We’re not anything”

“But you kissed” Chris said

“You kissed her? What the hell?” Elias asked angrily.

He looked once more at his sister, now everything was starting to make sense. Why she seemed so weird lately, why she kept avoiding him and his friends, and why she hadn’t said a single word since the conversation started.

“It meant nothing, less than nothing” Yousef explained.

“Wow, rude” Vilde said “And a kiss always means something”

“Not that one, it didn’t.” Noora said turning to look at Sana

She felt Noora’s eyes on her so she couldn’t help but to look up at her friend. She seemed sincere and guilty but still, it didn’t change the fact that it had happened.

“It was a mistake” Yousef said.

Sana looked at him. He was staring at her, eyes to eyes. He wanted to make sure that Sana would pay attention to the next words he was going to say.

“That kiss was a mistake, the biggest mistake in my life and it meant nothing. I wish it never happened.”

She stayed quiet, not knowing what to say. Everyone was looking at her now, most of them wondering what was going on. She felt really overwhelmed with everyone staring at her. Her hands were shaking and she was having trouble breathing. She needed to get out of there.

“I’m need some air” she said and she pushed her way out of the place. “Happy birthday Eva”

She felt the cold air on her face as soon as she exited the club. She took a deep breath trying to calm down. Not more than 10 seconds later she was met by Noora and Yousef.

“Sana wait!” Noora yelled

“It’s okay, you don’t have to explain anything to me. I already knew. It’s fine. I’m just going to go” Sana said

“But I want to explain it to you Sana” her friend started “I didn’t know about you and Yousef when I kissed him.”

“There’s nothing to know about me and him” Sana said bitterly

Sana…” Yousef said hurt “It was a mistake. It didn’t mean anything at all.”

“We were both really upset and it just happened” Noora continued

“But I stopped it and I told Noora that…that I liked another girl…that I liked you, that I like you”

Sana looked at him taken aback from his confession

“Uh, I think I’m going to leave you two alone and have a conversation with the girls about when to keep their mouths shut” Noora said

“Sana” Yousef started saying as soon as Noora left

“You really don’t have to explain anything to me.” Sana interrupted him “There was nothing going on between us”

“Wasn’t there, Sana? You really think so?” Yousef asked taking a step forward

“Well, even if there was it clearly didn’t mean anything to you ‘cause you kissed another girl” she spat

“I deserve that. I deserve all the hate from you, I would totally understand if you wouldn’t want to talk to me ever again. But please, Sana, you need to know that that kiss didn’t mean anything, it was a mistake and I would erase it if I could. I’ve been going insane these past few weeks seeing you avoiding me and knowing that it was because I hurt you. I’m so sorry.”

“I get it…it’s just…there’s been a lot of stuff going on in my life lately and I just…I need time to think about everything” she said

“And I’ll give you all the time you need. I just want to go back to how things were before, to that Friday we spent together playing basketball and talking. It was one of the best days of my life”

“It was one of the best of mine too” Sana admitted

The silence that settled between them wasn’t awkward anymore, it was more like an enlightening silence. They both knew they had a lot of things to talk about, but it was a start.

“I think I’m just going to go home” Sana said

“Can I walk you home?”

“You don’t have to do that”

“I want to, but only if you’re want me too. We don’t have to talk, I just want to walk by your side”

She thought about it for a moment considering whether it was a good idea or not. Her head was telling her to say no, her heart was yelling at her to say yes.

“Okay, let’s go”

Her heart had definitely won the battle.

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This is it!

I hope you’ve liked it and that I haven’t disappointed you

Next prompt will be tomorrow, probably and is totally different from what I’ve been writing lately, meaning that it has nothing to do with episode 4x05.

Thank you all for reading

and thank you to the lovely anons that trusted me with their ideas