spent the whole damn day on this

must’ve been born with two right feet

Nursey doesn’t usually go to these things alone. He can usually find a date - or at least a friend - to make everything a little less awkward. This is Jack and Bitty’s wedding, though, which means that all of his friends are already here. It also means that the only person he would want to bring as a date is already here, too, looking unfairly dapper in his grey suit.

He’s jumping around on the dance floor with Chowder and Farmer when the DJ announces that she’s switching over to a slow song, and he ducks out to sit down at the table.

He doesn’t mind sitting and watching the couples dancing, Chowder lifting Farmer off her feet to spin her around, Ransom with his face tucked into Holster’s neck, Jack leaning down so his forehead rests on Bitty’s, but he’s spent the whole damn day fantasizing about what might’ve been if he had the balls to just ask -

“Do you want to dance?”

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Byun Baekhyun//Psych - Part 1

Originally posted by callmeminseok

Summary: After a month of being broke at college, you finally find a place to stay, but the only con is that there is nine other people you have to share a house with - one in particular who makes it his mission to irritate you at every turn - but they’re hiding something from you. Something big. (1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ 7)
Scenario: Werewolf!AU, college!AU, series
Word Count: 5,972

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R: They get mad at their s/o but they were at fault.

Requested by @minlii:

Hi^^ can i request a bts reaction to them getting really mad at their gf (but really so things got out of hand and she starts crying etc.) But they later realise they were at fault and she didn’t do anything wrong? Thank you♡

A/N: You guys sure love angst. I can never write a few lines when it comes to angst tho damn ;A; btw I’m sorry J-Hope stans, this one might hurt a tad oopsie!

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Title: the land of the living
Fandom: Dunkirk (2017)
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Peter/Alex
Word Count: 14,100ish
Summary:

He’s not spent six years hanging his whole hat on sailing halfway to Dunkirk, he’s not plagued by the sound of Spitfires in his dreams. He thinks he’s rather moved on from all of it, as much as he can, and the guilt that hits him, when it hits him, is momentary, fleeting. There and gone like those moments when you’re alone, in the dark, and it occurs to you afresh that one day you’re not going to wake up, and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.

Usually he can bottle it up, store it away inside him somewhere it won’t come rolling back out if he can help it. He can’t today, only half his mind on Aristotle.

The other half of his mind thinks the boy’s eyes were green.

[Or they learn when survival just isn’t enough.]

for @coldbam, a true hero

Alpha/Omega Relationship Headcanons

-An Alpha and Omega being best friends until one day the Alpha asks the Omega out on a date with them, the Omega is super flustered but agrees. The whole time leading up to the date they are really awkward around each other and just turn into blushing messes when they try to talk like they usually do

-The Alpha trying to impress the Omega by taking them somewhere really expensive and classy but it just serves to make them both even more uncomfortable, neither of them know what to talk about and finally the Omega just bursts out laughing because of how ridiculous the whole thing seems, the Alpha joins them and they decide to ditch the restaurant and pick up Chinese food to eat back at the Alpha’s apartment. The relationship just takes off after that

-Cuddles and neck kisses with the Omega all snuggled up on the Alpha’s lap just happily soaking up the affection and comforting scent that comes with it. The Alpha being so content nuzzling into the Omega’s neck and deciding they want to keep this Omega forever

-The Omega always being hit on and complimented by other Alphas but being so wrapped up in thoughts of their own Alpha that they don’t really catch on and end up replying cheerfully to each subtle advance. Their Alpha notices though and after a particular incident where the Omega’s Alpha neighbor asks the Omega to pick something up off the floor and then blatantly stares at their ass when they bend over, the Alpha is quick to growl at the other Alpha and drag their Omega away to start trying to convince them that it’s time that they live together and mate fully

-The first night living together and the little Omega is all curled up on their Alpha’s chest under the cozy blankets and the Alpha gently rubbing their back while the Omega sleepily mumbles about how happy they are and how much they love their Alpha and its just so cute and sweet that the amount of contentment and warmth in the Alpha’s scent is enough to lull the Omega to sleep, purring softly as they snooze

-The first heat together as mates and they are both so nervous and excited, the Omega even allows the Alpha to help build the nest because they love how interested their mate is in the whole process, half the time is spent jumping around and hitting each other with pillows though

-The Omega constantly stealing, and keeping, their Alpha’s hoodies and finally the Alpha takes revenge by taking one of the little Omega’s hoodies and it just barely fits on them but damn straight they will walk around in it all day with a smirk on their face as their Omega is dying of laughter and assuring them “yes dear you look so good in my clothes”

-The Alpha planning a trip for the two of them a few months in advance and they tell the Omega what day they’d be leaving and the Omega just casually clicks their tongue and goes “that won’t work, the baby is due that week” and the Alpha just being “oh right of cour-wait what baby?!” and being so overjoyed when their Omega informs them that they just found out they were pregnant

-As the Omegas belly starts to get bigger the Alpha just falls more and more in love. Constantly doting on the Omega and rubbing their tummy, crooning for their unborn children and joking that their mate is going to resemble a very beautiful whale in the near future. Being so protective that if the Omega needs to leave the house for any reason the Alpha will insist on accompanying them

-Being in the hospital after the two babies are born and the Omega being tired as hell but so happily watching their Alpha sit in the rocking chair crooning softly for the babies balanced against their shoulders as they rock them to sleep

-Being tucked away in the nest back home and the Alpha just laying there watching in adoration as their mate feeds the babies and starts cooing quietly while settling the little pups in next to them and as the Alpha kisses each if them goodnight they are just left wondering in amazement about how their very best friend became the love of their life and the mother of their children and how glad they are that they had the courage to awkwardly ask for that date all that time ago

IT’S GONNA TAKE A LOT TO DRAG ME AWAY FROM YOU

Pairing: Reddie with background Stenbrough and Mike/Ben + lesbian!Bev

Word Count: 1904

Prompt: modern, college, soulmate au

Warning: mention of childhood abuse (but only in the past – not major theme)

Dedication: my faves in the loser club gc !!!!

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anonymous asked:

Hiya! Love love love the fics you write! It brings a smile to my face seeing the stories you put out :) If by chance you're still taking prompts, could you do one where Bets and Juggy don't really know each other but Jughead gets a job as the pizza delivery guy and Betty (who has a little crush) ends up ordering pizzas frequently just so she could see him

Thanks! And aww this is cute!
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Throwing her head on top of her text book, Betty sighed frustrated. What was she doing wrong? It was calculus, her favorite subject, so why was her brain just a pile of mush tonight?

Her parents were away for three weeks, some journalism conference her mother had dragged her father on. The absence of the constant hovering helped her to relax and she took a deep breathe. She was tired, juggling midterms, extra curriculars, and her part time job at the Riverdale bakery, was really taking its toll and she definitely wasn’t getting enough sleep.

Suddenly the sound of her doorbell ringing snapped her out of her thoughts. Dinner. She grabbed the money off her desk and practically ran to retrieve her pizza. Tripping on a sneaker by the door, she stumbled out bumping right into the boy holding the paper box.
“I am so sorry! I just tripped…” trailing off, her eyes widened when she saw the familiar looking boy at her front door.

Jughead jones, mysteriously dark and handsome as ever. She noticed him nearly everyday, he never payed her any attention, but he never really payed anyone any attention. Ronnie always teased her about the way she stared at him in the halls. He was ridiculously handsome, but he hid it behind crown shaped beanies and headphones. She knew for a fact she wasn’t his type, but that didn’t stop her from admiring him.

“It’s okay, gotta watch out for rogue sneakers.” He was smirking shyly, as he held out the pizza for her. She smiled back apologetically handing him the twenty dollar bill.
“It’s Jughead right? We go to school together! I’m Betty. Betty..”
“Betty Cooper” he cut her off “I know who you are” he said quickly, looking away from her face.

She blushed prettily “oh! Well it’s nice to finally meet you, face to face.”
He nodded, shooting her a genuine smile
“It’s nice to meet you too Betty cooper.”

She giggled “well I better get back inside. This calculus homework is kicking my butt.” She groaned

“It’s Friday?” Jughead said raising an eyebrow and smiling.

“Hey, midterms wait for no one mister!” She scolded gently.

He laughed, stepping off of her porch
“I’ll let you get to it then, have a good night ms.cooper” he tapped his nose, walking back to his delivery van.

“Night juggie!” He turned around at the nickname, raising a brow and smiling curiously.

“What?” Betty giggled “I like it. It’s cute.”

Rolling his eyes he turned away
“Whatever you say… bets.”

She laughed, as she walked back inside. Leaning up against the closed door, she couldn’t help the squeal that came from her lips. She totally had to text Veronica.
***

Saturday night was spent alone again, leaning over a text book trying desperately to memorize the formulas. It was impossible. This whole damn class was impossible.

The doorbell rang, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. Pizza. Jughead? She reallly hoped so. Adjusting the light yellow tank top, she ran her hands over her bare legs, exposed in her barely there sleep shorts. Alright Betty cooper, here we go.

Opening the door, she couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face when she saw it was him. As soon as he saw her smile, he matched it with his own.

“Two times in two days, to what do I owe the honor?”
She giggled “you owe it to my very hungry stomach.” She reached for the pizza.

“What’s got you all on your own on a Saturday night, figured a girl like you would have plans.”
He asked nonchalantly, weighing the box in his hands.
She raised a brow “a girl like me?”

“Popular, cheerleader, captain of the Riverdale track team?” He shrugged

She laughed “I haven’t gone out on a Saturday since I was thirteen. As you’ve mentioned, I’m a bit busy most of the time. Anyway I’ve gotta master this stupid calculus packet, or I won’t be going anywhere for a very long time.” She sighed, leaning against the door frame.

Suddenly his fingers were reaching for her and she stifled a gasp as he plucked the pencil from out of her hair.

“The packet mr.seas gave us? I just finished that this morning. I could help you if you’d like.” He stuck the pencil in his mouth and stared her in the eyes.

She felt her eyes being pulled down to his mouth, gently chewing on the pencil. She snapped back to reality.

“Really? That would be so great! But don’t you have to finish your shift?” She asked concerned, no way was he getting in trouble over her.

He smiled “you’re my last stop of the day. I’ve just gotta drop off the van, I can be back here in half an hour.”

She was practically a bundle of excited nerves now
“Yes! I mean totally, that would be awesome.”

He laughed

“Alright, it’s a date”

They both stared at each other wide eyed, realizing what he had just said, when she saw his mouth move to take it back, she cut In

“It’s a date.”

He breathed a sigh of relief and turned to walk away

“See ya soon sunshine.”

Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 5/?)

Okay, I’m not proud of this part, but I need some time-filler before cool things start happening.

I asked you for any recommendations and adivces, you wrote me about dinners, hickeys, jealousy, it’s all coming soon, I promise!

I already almost finished part 6, but I think I will postpone it and make it part 7 and write new part 6 if that makes sense lol

PART 1     PART 2      PART 3     PART 4


Bryce and Zach were literally sitting on the grass in front on Bryce’s house and waiting for us to come.

“Finally! What took you so long?!”, Bryce asked when we got out of the car.

“She drives like shit”, Monty said.

“Excuse me?!”, I knew we had to make up an explanation on why we were gone for so long, but boy, no one will talk shit about my driving. “I had to refuel”, I lied.

“That doesn’t mean you don’t drive like shit”, he looked at me with cocky grin.

“Guys, still, it’s like five minutes road”, Zach said. “Ten in both ways. Fifteen with refueling. And you were gone for like fourty-five. So…”, he crossed his arms on his chest. “What were you doing for missing thirty minutes?”, he squizzed his eyes at looked at me, then at Monty, again at me and again at Monty. 

“Okay, fine”, I rolled my eyes. “His parents aren’t home for a weekend and his mum left him lasagne or something like that and because he’s drunk so after he found shisha, he felt a little hungry and well, he ate the whole damn thing”, I shrugged. It was probably the most stupid lie ever, but at least snouded like something that would last around 30 minutes.

“What?”, he mouthed and glared at me.

“Have fun, boys”, I smiled at them and went back to the party.

I spent rest of the night on drinking coca-cola, watching boys playing berr pong, talking to peple and spotting Montgomery being very touchy with his new friend. I wasn’t obviously jealous of her, I was actually feeling sorry for her, because she probably thought he would call her in day or two, but well, surprise, it’s Monty, girls don’t get a call from him after he gets what he wants.

***

First thing I saw on Monday morning in school was Montgomery harassing some freshman.

“Monty”, I stood next to them. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”, I asked calmly.

“He started it”.

“Blah, blah, blah”, I rolled my eyes. “Right now I see you, holding him by his shirt”, I looked at his clenched fists. “Hands to yourself, Montgomery”, I said through my clenched teeth.

Finally he released the other guy.

“Go to the class, kid”, I said and gave him a little smile. I looked at Monty with serious look on my face. “It’s slowly getting boring”

“What?”

“I’ve been putting you in your place since like seventh grade.”

“You chose it for yourself, nobody never asked you to stand up for people”, he snorted.

“Pull yourself together, Cruz”, I walked past him and went to the class.

***

“Guess, who got laid last Friday”, as usual I was sitting in cafeteria with Jess and Sheri when boys came after their PE.

“Why should we care?”, I asked

“Montgomery”, Justin said excited.

“Wow, that’s exciting”, I said and went back to my Spanish homework I’ve forgotten to do during weekend.

“It’s probably that girl who was all over him for the whole party”, Jessica snorted.

“And seriously Monty, even you can do better than walking around and bragging about having sex”, Sheri gave him a pity look.

“I wasn’t bragging!“, he defended himself, as he sat next to me.

“He didn’t have too. We just had PE, he’s scratched as fuck”, Zach said.

“Oh my God, what are you, fourteen?”, I asked. “Everyone of you get laid sometimes, stop making big deal out of nothing”, I rolled my eyes. “Besides, it was probably the girl that literally flipped her hair at him after the game, wasn’t it Monty?”, I looked at him trying not to laugh. It’s not like he would say it was me.

“Fuck you, Y/N”, he smiled at me sarcastically.

Few minutes later Monty dropped his phone. He bent down under the table to reach it, but he wouldn’t be himself if he just took the phone and sat again. Instead his hand went from my anckle to upper thigh. I gave him the “I’ll kill you” look, he just sat like nothing happened and went back to scrolling on his phone.

Some time later we both got up to go to the chemistry.

“What was that?”, I asked as soon as we left cafeteria.

“It was probably the girl that literally flipped her hair at him after the game, wasn’t it Monty”, he mimiced me.

“Oh come on”, I rolled my eyes. “Or wait, maybe it wasn’t the girl from the game, it was actually the one that was all over you for the whole party?”

“What are you, jealous?”

“You wish”, I snorted. “I don’t care what you do and with who”.

“If just have to know, I hooked up only with you that night”, he said.

I felt a little warm feeling in my stomach after his words, but I quickly made it go away.

“I literally just said I don’t have to know, because I don’t care“, I threw my hands up. “But seriously, Monty, at school keep your hands to yourself”.

“As you wish, babe”.

“And I’m not your babe”.

“Well, you didn’t complain in my bedroom”, he snorted.

“Montgomery!”, I hissed through my teeth. “If someone overhear anything and spread some rumours, I swear I’ll kill you”.

“You seem to be very tense today. You should get some d, if you know what I mean”, he winked at me.

“Not today, Satan. Math test tomorrow, remember?”, except from Chemistry, we also had Math and Peer Comunication together. “Besides, because of that thing with freshman in the morning, you don’t deserve any of this today”, I pointed at myself.

“What? Oh come on!”.

“Sorry, Mont, I’m inflexible about that”, I shrugged.

He leaned toward me as we were walking and whispered, “We’ll see”.

***

I was walking to my cheer practice, I walked by sports utility closet, when door suddenly opened, someone grabbed my hand and pulled me in there.

“‘Fuck, Montgomery, what is it with you today?”, I asked while my hand was roaming on wall trying to find switch.

“How did you know it was me?”.

“Well, I was hoping it was you. Just because it would be really fucking weird if someone else pulled me in the closet, but it’s like… less weird that it was you”.

He put his hand on my waist as I gave up on finding switch.

“What do you want?”, I sighed.

Instead of answearing, Monty started kissing my jaw. It was actually quite impressive how his lips found my face in this total darkness. There was something about him and his touch, that instantly made me melt, but this time I had to stay tough.

“Monty, I have practice”, I tried to gently push him away.

“You can skip one”, he whispered.

“No, I can’t”, I groaned at his lips kissing my neck. “But…”, I stopped talking to get his attention.

“But?”

“Tomorrow my parents have dinner with my dad’s business partner slash friend and his wi…”

“Tomorrow I have practice”, he didn’t even let me finish.

“Don’t interrupt me”, I punched his arm. “As I was saying, my parents have dinner tomorrow and they won’t be home till like 11 p.m., so…”

“I’ll be there at seven. Now, go practice some handsprings or whatever you do”, he smacked my ass and opened door for me.

***

Next day I went home straight after lessons. Surprisingly both my mum and dad were inside.

“Hey, you’re home so early?”, I sat next to them in the living room.

“We need to tell you something”, my mum looked at me with super serious face.

I froze for a moment. Fuck, I thought, my mum is pregnant. Or they’re getting divorced. they found out about this whole ‘fuck buddies’ thing. I don’t know how, but they found out. Don’t know which is worse.

“So, we’re gonna go straight to the point”, my dad said.

“Yes, please.”

“Sweetie, we know, we always goes on any holidays or trip together, the three of us… but like… this New Year’s eve… we’re going to…”

“Jesus, dad, just say it!”, I shouted.

“We’re going to Aspen with some friends, the two of us, Jeff’s parents, few other married couples. Basically, you’re not going with us”, dad finally got if off his chest.

“But if you don’t feel good about this and don’t want to stay alone, we will cancel”, mum ensured.

“And that’s it?”, I finally could breath again. “Are you kidding me? I thought something happened!”

“Well.. It’s first time you’re not going somewhere with us…”

“First, I’m seventeen, seriously, it’s gonna happen more often, you know? Second, last time I spent New Year’s Eve with you was when I was eleven”.

“But, you’ll be alone for four days”

“I’m seventeen”, I rolled my eyes. “Seriously, it’s super sweet that you’re so concerned about me and that you were ready to cancel your plans if I wasn’t okay with it, but go to Aspen and have some fun”, I patted their knees and gave both of them kiss on the cheek. “Now I’m gonna go to my room, because you gave me serious heart attack with this whole ‘we need to tell you something’ thing”, I got up from the sofa and went to the stairs. “Oh, and if you’re not gonna be here, I will throw NYE party”

“You see, I told you not to worry about”, dad said to mum.

“Come on, dad, I know you were the one who wanted to cancel”, I shouted from upstairs.

They left at six, some time later I heard a doorbell. I slowly went downstairs, checked myself in the mirror and finally opened the door.

“Welcome to mi casa”, I said as Monty walked inside. “Where’s your car?”, I spotted his jeep wasn’t on the driveway.

“I’m not stupid, Y/N, I walked here. Unless you want someone to see my car parked in front of your house”, he said while looking around the home.

“Good point”, I nodded my head and went to the kitchen. “You want something? Tea, coffee, water, sandwich my mum made me before she left?”, I asked while looking into the fridge.

“I’m good, thanks”.

I went to the living room, where Monty was looking at photos, mostly mine.

“You have been cutie since always, huh?”, he pointed at one of the pictures.

“Oh, yeah, especially on this one, I was six and didn’t have any of my front teeth, super cute”.

“Okay, but what the hell happened to you in this one?”, he was looking at photo of me with red face, swollen lips and tired look in my eyes.

“Oh that was the day my parents found out I am allergic to peanuts”, I explained. “Don’t know why my dad thought it was picture worthy”, I rolled my eyes.

“It seems like your parents really love, they’re really proud of you. I mean… looks at all those pictures…”, Monty pointed around the room.

“Yeah, they do…”, I tried not to laugh when I remembered how they wanted to cancel Aspen. “But your parents also have loads of photos of you in home…”

“Yeah, to show off”, he snorted. “They’are always firsts to brag about when I do something right, but they’re never actually there to see it happening. You know? They’ll show their guests pictures and say This was when Monty played his first game, This was when he got his first home run, and so on… But they’re never on the bleachers to watch the actual game. And when I do something not so great, they just never mention it, they don’t talk about…”, he was walking around the room, so I couldn’t see his face.

“That’s why you always do everything to get yourself suspended or in detention?”, I asked. “You want to get their attention”.

I felt like I was slowly getting into his mind, that after all those years I could finally understand why he does thing he does, but then Monty again built wall around himself.

“What? Yeah, that’s stupid”, he cleared his throat and turned around to face me. “Besides, I didn’t come here for psychotherapy.”

“Monty, it is okay to talk. It is okay to let things off your chest once in a while…”

“Right now, the only thing that is on my chest”, he walked towards me, put his hand on my waist, “is the fact that I got two home runs on Friday and only one third base with you”.

I sighed and looked at his face. Well, it looked like the talk was dome for today, so we can do things I actually invited him for.

I took his hands off my waist and still holding them I started walking backwards to the stairs.

“Come and get it”, I whispered.

“You don’t have to tell me twice”, he smirked. “How much time do we have?”

I looked at the watch. “A lot. The thing is”, I pulled him closer, “can you go for so long?”, I asked with my lips touching his ear.

“Oh, you’ll see”, he grabbed my ass and pulled me up so I could wrap my legs around his hips, where, let’s be honest, they were for the most of the time.

***

Monty took a minute to calm his breath, then got up and started dressing up.

Right, fuck buddies thing doesn’t include cuddling after sex, I thought to myself. It was first time when after hooking up we didn’t have to pull ourselves quickly to either leave Jessica’s bathrom or to get back to Bryce’s party, but because me and Monty weren’t even a thing it probably would be awkward to lay in bed and hug.

“I just thought”, Monty said. “You’re so concerned about your reputation and keeping this a secret, but how can you be sure I wouldn’t start bragging about it to the guys? I wouldn’t, but how do you know?”

“Oh that’s easy”, I said as I put my robe on. “You’re not that stupid, you know Jeff would fucking kill you, either for fucking me or for bragging about that”.

“What is it with you and Atkins anyway?”

“Our mums are best friends, so we basically grew up together, he’s like a brother to me, I mean I’ve seen him every single day since I can remember. So yeah, we’re like siblings”, I shrugged.

“So you two have never hooked up? You have never been jealous about him?”, he smirked.

“Ew, that’s gross”, I looked at Monty with disgust. “I mean, I’m not blind, I know he’s good looking and everything, but just… no”, I shaked my head. “But once, in kindergarten, me and Jeff was playing in sandpit and there was that girl Jenny and she literally sat between the two of us and started playing with him using my toys”, I was getting way to pissed for someone who was talking about something that had happened over ten years ago. “So I slapped that little bitch”, I said with calmer tone.

Montgomery looked at me with his eyes wide open.

“So, you’re one of those crazy bitches, huh?”, he chuckled.

I smiled at him innocently.

“I gotta go”, Monty said, so I walked with him downstairs. “See you tomorrow”, he kissed me and left the door.

“Little fucker, so he can’t lay for a minute after we’re done but he can give me goodbye kisses?”, I asked myself.

For a moment I started thinking that this whole ‘friends with benefits’ thing was mistake, but then again - if some weird, twisted part of me wanted something with Monty, that was the best type of relation that was possible with him.


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Part 6 is coming on Wednesday/Thursday!

One thing you must accept when you are in a long-term relationship is that it will get bland. Every day, five days a week, 52 weeks a year, you will be waiting for him to come home from work. When he gets home, he will be tired and strained and all he will desire is a hot meal and some tv time.
You will find yourself not questioning where he goes when he leaves the room and not caring if he’s ready for bed when you are. And he won’t care if you’re ready for bed when he is, either. If you leave the room, he won’t even pass a second glance.
You’ll bicker and swear over money. Your future. Jobs. Kids. Parents. Politics. Cars. Bills.
You will begin to wonder if you’re staying with him because you love him and want him for the rest of your life or if you stay because it’s all you are used to.
But then, little things will happen.
One random day, he will come home from work in a marvelous mood. He’ll say “lets go do something, get out of here.” And you’ll go.
You’ll go out to eat. Eat inexpensive dinners and cheap iced lattes, and not give a damn that you spent a whole $20 on dinner.
You’ll go to the theater and make out in the top row like you did when you were teenagers. Like you did five years ago.
You’ll go for walks around the city when its nighttime. You’ll admire the city lights reflecting in each others’ eyes while learning things about each other that you never knew you hadn’t learned already.
You’ll talk about what your heavens will look like. Stories you tried to write. Songs you used to sing. He’ll tell you about how he became an alcoholic at 16 and you’ll tell him about why you slit your wrists at 14.
And amongst all of these adventures, you will remember why you love him. Why you have stayed with this person for years and years, never leaving, even when you had many chances to get out.
You remember that these stories are what keep you going and that life is life- and sometimes life is bland.
Its not your partner’s fault, nor is it your fault.
So some advice from me to you: don’t convince yourself that you have fallen “out of love” because your life is repetitive.
Your weeks will be the same. Your afternoons will be the same. You will, in fact, get so used to each other that you don’t have to ask where they’re going when they leave the room- you will know they’re going to read a book on the front porch or pet the cat in your bedroom.
And yes, you will fight. You will scream at each other and throw things and cry until your face hurts.
But, yes, you will also adventure. Dream. Create. Talk. Love.
You will fall in love with him again and again. Sometimes you won’t need an adventure. You will sit beside him on the love seat as he watches Bob’s Burgers and you will notice how long his eye lashes are. Or how rosy his cheeks are.
How he sits with his arm around you. And even though he does it every single day, seven days a week, 52 weeks a year, it still makes your heart flutter when you actually acknowledge the gesture.
When you sit down and remember your adventures together, you will remember why you love him. Why you stay.
And if you’ve listened to his stories, you will know why he stays, too.
—  A girl who has fallen in love with the same person at least once a day for the last 1,594 days.
Valentine

a quick drabble for the day

Hanzo has never cared for Valentine’s Day. 

In Japan it was different, of course–the old tradition was women giving men the honmei-choco, although in this day and age that was gradually becoming less common, and the only real rule was that a male person got a gift. Genji liked to take great advantage of it and the following White Day when they were young. Hanzo had mostly found all of it pointless, and would have had his gifts thrown out by his father, anyway. 

Nowadays, the day means nothing at all. He had been alone until a few months ago, and all it carried was a few old, bitter memories from years past. He has ignored it for 10 years and intends to continue doing just the same.

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The Little Mermaid And Her Human Prince | 6

Pairings: Taehyung x reader

Genre: Mermaid!au; angst, fantasy, fairy tale

Words: 2,4k

Warnings: Death, Monsters, Mentions of drawning

Summary: Your father, the king of the merfolk, has forbid you to come in contact with the humans. But as you see a ship with humans in need of help, you forget his rule and try to help. Unfortunately, you put yourself in danger and got saved by a beautiful human boy. Since the moment you lied your eyes on him, things have changed.

A/N: Tadaa~! Finally the 6th chapter! Sorry that it took so long to update this and that it’s a “small” chapter, but this is kinda like Filler chapter? But also very important! So I hope that you will enjoy it!

Also a big THANK YOU for 200 FOLLOWERS! WOW!!Like woah I am SO HAPPY!! Thank you!


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She was in love, deeply in love with him. She loved the way he moves, the way he speaks, the way he looks at her but he didn’t love her. For him she was just the younger sister of his love, Diana.

Siren was beautiful, her long black hair swirling in soft curls while her purple tail moved in the waves of the sea but Diana was golden, her blonde hair was glowing in the darkest spots of the sea, her blue tail representing the sky. And Diana loved her young prince Poseidon.

The young couple was loved by the merfolk, everyone wished them a good future with many beautiful children, everyone but Siren.  She started to hate them to the point where she wanted to kill her own sister, her family.

Years after Siren got banned her heart sank into a deep dark ocean of hate. She started to hate everyone, the world and love. She build herself a kingdom of darkness and hate, also known as the ship cemetery. She wanted to destroy every living soul that would disturb her.

On a sunny day the royal family of the Rosas de Coral Kingdom has decided to celebrate the 3rd birthday of their youngest son - Prince Jungkook. The king and the queen invited every kingdom they could reach and went on one of their ships to celebrate on the sea, in peace.

It was wonderful, everyone had a good time, happy music was playing, people were dancing, children were playing and running around the ship, acting as if they were on a dangerous adventure.

But as the night came, wrapping the sky in darkness over the heads of the people on the ship, darkness was also wrapping the sea under the unknowingly people who were enjoying the fireworks in honor of the young prince.

As soon as the lights of the fireworks died out, Siren came out of the water clinging on the ship with her huge tentacles, rocking the ship from one side to another. No one knew what was happening, panic break out on the ship. The guests were trying to find a save place, screaming in fear of the monster, children tried to find their parents and guards tried to protect the king and his family.

“Where is Taehyung?” The queen, Taehyung’s mother screamed searching for her beloved son. He was right here, next to her. Jungkook was in the kings arms, holding him for dear life and searching for his other son who has suddenly disappeared. “Taehyung! Where are you! Taehyung!” The young mother screamed, tears scrolling down her rosy cheeks. She was scared for her son’s life. He was her everything and she would never apologize herself for letting him get hurt or even die.

It was like music for Siren, she loved the sounds of the screaming humans who she drags into the water to drown them without any guilt, the crying of the small humans, who had just lost their parents.

With a few moves and swifts Siren destroyed the ship to the point where the body of the started to get filled with water and started to sink.

“To the boats! Everyone get to the boats!” The king demanded, he took his queen on her hand and led her and Jungkook to one of the small rescue boats. “Come on, you go first!” But his queen didn’t want to go to the boats, not as long as she has found Taehyung.

“I won’t go until I found him!” She screamed before she took her long white dress in her hands and ran off to find her son, ignoring the screams from her husband and the cries of her youngest son. She screamed his name over and over again, but the screaming of the people who tried to run away from the sea witch. Finally the queen has found her son, who was trying to help and elder lady that has slipped and couldn’t stand up anymore.

“Taehyung get to the boat, what are you doing?!” She screamed, helping the lady up, a guard came by and helped as well.

“Mommy, I wanted to help!” He said looking up at his tear strained mother, her whole body was shaking and her hair a mess, but still the young prince has never seen any woman more beautiful than his own mother.

“Get to the boat, your father and brother are waiting.” She squeezed his small shoulder with her delicate hands. Taehyung nodded at his mother before he took her hand and went to the boat.

But his mother would never get to these boats.

Siren saw the beautiful woman, who was crying for his son and the way they interacted. She was disgusted by this and wanted to destroy them and their love.

She reached for the woman with her tentacle, pinned her waist and pulled her to the sea. The queen fell to the ground,a scream escaped her mouth.

“Mommy!” Taehyung held his mother’s arm as strong as he could with his tiny hands. “Mommy hold my hand! Don’t let go, please!” The sea witch’s grip around his mother’s body grew stronger and Taehyung and Jungkook’s mother knew that she wouldn’t escape this monster’s tentacles. She looked up her son, who was holding her with both his hands, teared eyes and a runny nose.

“Hey, don’t cry okay? Please take care of your father and brother…” She smiled at him “for me?” And then she let go of his hands. The last thing she could hear before she entered the dark of the sea was the scream of her son, who she has always believed that he will become a great king someday.


“Ugh …love. He, a human is in love with her, with the daughter of this damn King Poseidon!”

The ugly creature stared into her magic shell, messaging her growing migraine away. She got sick after seeing the way the young human prince spoke to and looked at you.

The sea witch turned away, pushing her long black hair to the side, her tentacles bringing her to the other side of her grotto.

“You have no right to speak about our King in that way!” A young boy screamed from behind grids.

“Young boy I suggest you to stay quiet before I make calamaris out of you!” The sea witch spits at the boy. “I have all the right to speak about this traitor after what he has done to me!”

The sea witch wanted revenge for what she has become 20 years ago, revenge for her life, revenge for her lost love, she wanted to end the Kingdom of King Poseidon or better his life. She wanted to hurt him in the most hurtful way and she is starting to find a way.

“So you are the friend of the princess, right?” She asked the boy while she was staring at a certain stone, glimmering in a pink tone, the light slowly dying. “Hmm I could wait a couple more days and wait until she dies-”

“Dies? Y//n won’t die! Never!” Hoseok screams at the creature before him, clinging on the grinds. He got captured by the sea witch and locked up. He tried everything to save you from the humans, but failed miserably.

“But see young boy. She has been a human for a couple of days.” She started to laugh evil, Hoseok didn’t understand where the problem was and why the sea witch was so excited about it, which she had noticed. “Oh you really don’t know? Let me explain! If a mermaid stays at land for more than three days, she will slowly die, she will get immense pain, sick and slowly falls into dust until nothing is left behind from her dear life.” Hoseoks face turns into horror hearing that you are in life danger. “ Isn’t that wonderful? The youngest daughter of the queen and king will die! And I don’t have to do anything, it will just happen! Or…”

The sea witch stops her evil speech to take out many plants and other things, the stone hanging around her neck.

“Maybe I could have some fun, maybe I could use your little friend to kill the whole damn family! Ah what a thought.” She turns around to face Hoseok with dark eyes and an ugly smirk before she starts to giggle and fulfill her desires.


Taehyung was sitting on his bed, reviewing the events that had happened that day. He felt awful for not telling you that he was engaged and he doesn’t know why. He felt stupid for that. But as he was thinking about the time you had spent together, he only saw your beautiful smile that you always had when you learned something new or when you were just looking up at him.

He let his hands wander through his long curls, he wanted to see you, he needed to see you and he decided that he will see you, now.

He made his way to your room and as he was standing in front of your door, he had to take a deep breath before he knocked. Then he waited for a few seconds, more seconds and knocked again but no answer. Strange, were you already sleeping? He wanted to knock again but decided to enter your room, only to ro find it empty.

Where were you?

You were on your way to the beach. You were sick of waiting for a wonder to happen, you needed to do something and find your stone as soon as possible. You can’t let your family and Hobi wait any longer, they must be worried sick and search for you everywhere. Besides you don’t fit in this world, you are a mermaid not a human. Your life is under the sea.

As you march to the beach, the smell of salt already forming in your nose your thoughts wander to Amanda. You don’t know this girl, or even knew that she was the fiancé of Taehyung. You weren’t mad or anything, it’s not like it’s your business but it made you remind you where your place actually was and you wanted to make sure that you go back to your place.



The beach was beautiful at the night, the moon was shining brightly on the water making it look mysterious. No one else beside you on this land knew the true beauty that hides under the surface of the water and you were proud of it, but you also wished that you could share it with someone. The humans should see something as beautiful as the ocean, but what would it cost for the merpeople. Will humans like the ones that had captured you harm your own people?

You took a step into the water, the waves crashing against your ankles. The cool water felt like magic on your feet, you felt how your strength grew, but only a bit. You let your gaze wander around when you found a cliff to the right of the castle. Maybe if you jump from there, you could swim back to where you lost your stone and search for it. For you, in that moment you couldn’t find any other solution.

You reached the cliff, leaned over the edge to see how high you actually were. Doubts started to grow in your stomach, but what else should you do? You were about to jump into the water but you heard someone calling for you.

“Y/n!”

You looked around to search for the familiar voice, your mind racing trying to figure out if you were dreaming or not.

“Hobi?!”

“Down here!” You looked down to the water and he was really there. Down in the sea was Hobi waving at you with a bright smile. A smile had also formed on your face and without any hesitation you jumped down into the water.

But you didn’t know how humans swim. You pushed your legs and arms around, but you couldn’t move like you were used to it. Also you couldn’t find Hoseok, where was he? You tried to shout for him,  but as soon as you opened your mouth water began to fill your lungs. What was happening?

You started to panic, moving around to find Hoseok but it was too dark to see something. You wanted to swam up to get air again, but your heavy dress dragged you down and tangled around your legs. From one second to another the world around you grew darker and darker and you slowly lost your consciousness, before that you felt someone grabbing you and dragging you out of the water.

Taehyung had searched everywhere in the castle. Jungkook and the other people had noticed his worried expression on his face and after they got told that you went missing they started to search you too. Amanda couldn’t understand why everyone was searching for some random girl and wished for her servants to not mind that one girl who went missing.

Taehyung was helplessly standing in your room, his heart was racing and he started to be scared for you. He didn’t wanted you to get hurt.

Standing in the middle of your room he tried to find any evidence to help you to find, but there was nothing.

He only could sit on your bed and stare out the window on the ocean. The sub started to raise slowly on the horizon. He was searching through the whole night for you and he didn’t even realize that.

A couple of more minutes Later Taehyung was still on your bed, resting his tired body before it finally hit him. The ocean!

His long legs carried him as fast as they could to the beach, he could hear the waves breaking on the cliffs near the castle. He finally reached the beach and his eyes focused on a small figure lying on the sand, it was you. Taehyung hurried to your side screaming for you praying to the dear gods that you would react but there was no reaction coming from you.

You were completely soaked, sand sticking everywhere, even on your face. Taehyung checked if you were still breathing and thank god you were. He cleaned your face from all the sand before he took you in his arms and carry you back to the safe castle, but a shining object captured his attention. It was a stone in a rose color, the color was similar to the color of your tail. It must be your stone that you had lost days ago.

Bring It On

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

A/N: This…. I don’t even know honestly, I can’t explain how this happened but here we are. 

Request:  Veronica x Plus size reader. Veronica treats the reader like a queen and when Cheryl and her besties insult the reader, Veronica loses her shit and releases her inner psychopath. 

Word Count: 1,591 

Warnings: Cheryl’s an ass hole, and Veronica is terrifying… you said inner psychopath and APPARENTLY I took that literally damn, also there’s a swear.

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So, recently I handed in my dissertation. This was the biggest piece of work that I have ever done. I wrote 10,000 words on the topic of women’s friendship in the early modern period as presented in letters. And let me tell you, it was tough. Incredibly so. But it was manageable! And it can be for you too! If you plan to go into higher education, writing a dissertation, thesis, or project, is inevitable. So I’m here to tell you how to plan and execute a huge piece of work. As my background is primarily History, this will be more about humanities than sciences. But I hope that I can help you out!

Choosing a topic:

  • Choose something you like. Because by the end of it, you’re going to be sick of it. And, trust me, it’s better to be sick of something you’re actually interested in.
  • Look at the stuff you’ve done in the past and think about what you liked about each module. Gender? Politics? Semantics? The great thing about a dissertation is that you can explore which ever topic you feel like.
  • Research. Read everything you can on the topic. When you think you’ve read enough, read some more. The more you research, the better idea you’ll have as to whether your topic is viable. Google scholar is awesome, use it! And Jstor. And your university library. You have so much material at your fingertips, you just gotta find it.
  • Look at which sources are available to you. I stupidly chose a question which was very difficult to research. This was okay, as I was passionate about the topic and willing to travel to archives. But if you can’t think of anything to write about, maybe see what primary material is available to you at your university/college.
  • Originality is key for a huge piece of work like this. This is the most difficult part of choosing a topic, in my opinion. Think of something that hasn’t been done before, or come to a new conclusion. Trust yourself, your opinions are valid!
  • Primary sources are the most important thing here. Read them before you read too much secondary material. This way, you can find your own opinions on the subject without just appropriating what has been already said.
  • Talk to people who know what they’re talking about. Your university pays lots of professors whose job it is to advise you. Go and talk to them! They may be able to give you some new perspective.

Planning your essay:

How do you eat an elephant?

One bite at a time.

This is the most important thing I can say to anyone planning a huge piece of work. If you do a little bit every week, then you’ll be fine. You DO NOT want to find yourself a week from the deadline, with still 5,000 words to write. I know some people who did that, and they suffered. Badly. So keep plugging away at it, and you’ll get it done in time. Here are a few tips which I learned the hard way…

  • Give yourself plenty of time to research. I spent 3 months just reading before I even thought about making a solid plan. Only after doing loads of reading and thinking can you come up with a way to tie together everything you’ve learned.
  • When making a plan, decide how many words to devote to each “chapter.” This means you won’t go over the word limit. And editing is the worst.
  • I made quite a long detailed plan in order to structure my thoughts. That plan became my bible. It might not work for you though.
  • This is my favourite way of planning my essays. It’s such a useful guide, so simple, and so helpful. Give it a look! I’ve been using a similar technique since I started uni, but this is better tbh.
  • When researching, PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, write down where you found the information. Page numbers, author, publisher, date of publication, editions, chapter titles, chapter page numbers. I spent 4 days after I had written the whole thing just trying to find this one God damn article which I had read nearly a year ago. It was a nightmare.Please. Record the bibliographical information.
  • Write all the important dates in your diary/phone. I also used “monthly reminders” so I was constantly aware of how long I had left.
  • Give yourself a week to edit and create your bibliography. It’s nice to edit at your own pace, not at a rush.
  • Give yourself lots of room for disasters! When I was planning my essay, I had no idea that I was going to break my arm, and be in cast for half of the year. I obviously did not predict that. But I had an adaptable schedule, which really helped me.
  • And make sure to regularly back everything up! I lost a load of work and it sucked so bad. Don’t let that happen to you.

The Writing:

  • Give yourself your own deadlines. Say that you need to have written the first chapter three months before the deadline, or something like that. This means that you won’t be rushing at the end, and you might be able to give drafts of chapters to your supervisor to read over.
  • It’s alright if you don’t write perfectly on the first try. Splurge your ideasall over the paper! Freewrite everything you want to say. And then, after a cup of tea or a nap, come back to it. You’ll feel much better for it.
  • You don’t have to start at the beginning. Maybe write the chapter that you have the most information for first, to give yourself some confidence. Or, maybe start with the worst first, to make the rest seem less daunting. It’s up to you, both strategies have merit.
  • Daily word counts are great when you’re reaching the deadline. I knew I had to write 150 words every day in order to hit the deadline - I exceeded this every day, which made me feel awesome about myself and gave myself loads of confidence.
  • Talk to people about it! I find that talking about my opinions out loud really help me formulate my ideas in my head.
  • Do loads of proof reading. I discovered two days before the deadline that I had been spelling “amicitia” wrong consistently. It was pretty embarrassing.
  • Ask your friends/family to read it through. Even if they don’t  understand everything, they should be able to help with grammatical errors and such like. When you’re sick of reading your own words (which is very quickly for me) you’ll be thankful for the second opinion.

TRUST YOURSELF AND YOUR ABILITY, YOU CAN DO IT.

Everything Falls Into Place

Newborn twins and a hyperactive four year old are definitely a handful.

Beca was not into the whole breastfeeding ordeal. Meaning that Chloe had to get into a verbal beat down just for the nurses to give them bottles of milk because her “wife has a right to not breastfeed if she doesn’t want to.”

Though not wanting to breastfeed also meant that a lot of time was spent making milk from that powder stuff and Beca was growing impatient with the lack of sleep and-… Well Chloe had one day walked into the kitchen to find her wife crying as the babies did because apparently they just wouldn’t “eat the damn food and she’s tired and she hasn’t had sex in forever but at the same time she just wants to sleep.”

So yeah Beca did struggle when Chloe went to work, but she kept going. She took care of all three of her kids because she just loved them so much that she would never give up on them.

But all their hard work was rewarded a month in as they had been blessed with one night. Maddie and Isla were at Sue and Jerry’s while Jamie went out to a movie and dinner followed by a sleepover with his Uncle Jesse and Auntie Stacie.

“You ready for to have night of your life Mrs Mitchell?” Chloe asked as she stood before the shower, clad only in a towel. Beca was on the other side of the room, in front of the mirror, doing her makeup for their date. When Chloe dropped her towel, she could feel Beca’s eyes staring at the reflection of her bare back in the mirror. Yep. They hadn’t had sex since a couple weeks before Beca gave birth and by that night, Maddie and Isla were a month old.

“I’m expecting the night of my life.” Beca joked as she applied eyeliner.


The redhead stepped into the shower and smirked at her wife before closing the curtain. “I’m really so grateful for my parents and Stacie and Jesse. I mean I love our kids but they are a fucking handful and I need to like unwind y'know.”

Beca bit her lip and put her eyeliner pen down. She pulled the shower curtain back, making sure to not be too sudden as she didn’t want to scare her wife. “I can show you how to unwind babe.”

“We’ll be late for our reservation.”

“Screw the reservation. We could always order a pizza.”

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Beca and Chloe decided to go to a club after their little ‘shower session’.

“I might be thirty four but I can still have a good time.” Chloe stated, just loud enough for Beca to hear over the music. Lately she had been feeling a little old. One time after a heft amount of wine she had stated to her wife that her “glory days are over” in which Beca just giggled in response and protested as she had also consumed a large amount of alcohol.

The younger woman pulled her wife close by the arm and said with her mouth almost pressed into her ear. “Your only allowed dance with me. I’m not in the mood for games tonight Chlo. I just want you.”

“Prove it. I like it when you’re possessive babe.”

The most P.D.A Beca would usually endure in public is a quick peck on the lips or cheek or holding hands. But at that moment, Beca felt a wave of arousal wash over her and she pretty much jumped on the redhead. They eventually made their way to the bathroom, Beca had Chloe sat up on the counter when she snapped back into reality. “Shall we take this back home? I think we both have higher standards than this.”

They did that weird walk thing that people do when they’re about to have sex, the one were you sometimes stop to kiss and sometimes kind of spin rather than walk while you kiss. There are usually lots of giggles and excited slaps on the ass and hands resting on lower backs and dirty thinks being whispered in one another’s ears. Which all leads to a rather heated make out session in the back of a cab, building up tension and making both women have to desperately fight the urges to just touch skin. Everywhere.

Doors are Beca’s worst enemy whenever she’s about to get laid. “Fuck locks.” She muttered as Chloe kissed and nibbled at her ear.

Eventually she unlocked the door and then locked it again behind them. “You see. The shower earlier was amazing. But it’s just left me wanting more.”

If you’d have told college freshman Beca Mitchell that by the time she was thirty she would be married to that pretty redhead who burst into her shower and forced her to sing, she would have laughed in your face and probably made some kind of gay joke before scowling and walking away.

But there Beca was. Completely, uncontrollabley, undeniably, so very in love with Chloe.

And ever since they first got together, Beca made sure to savour every kiss. She made sure to thank the Gods every night that she would get to fall asleep with her arms wrapped around the woman.


“God I love you Chloe.”

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Beca and Chloe were laid, naked and tangled together on their bed. Each of them a panting mess. “Shit Chloe.” Was all that Beca could manage to get out.

“That was. You were. Amazing.” Chloe rolled onto her side and pressed a kiss to Beca’s bare shoulder. “Damn.”

Beca smiled over at her wife for a second, just appreciating how beautiful she looked all messy haired, out of breath and pupils dilated. Chloe’s cheeks flushed pink at the attention and so Beca pressed a kiss to each one. Just because she could. She then picked up her phone from the nightstand and checked the time. “Oh. It’s only midnight.”

“Becs we went to the club at like nine and were out of there about fifteen minutes later.” Chloe giggled as she reached out a hand to trace lazy patterns on Beca’s stomach. “Because we’re old.”


The brunette stopped the hand that was just tickling her stomach, and intertwined their fingers. They both smiled widely at each other. This was something they’d done since the first time they’d ever slept together, just lay there and enjoy the presence of the other woman. It felt like and important thing to do. It strengthened their bond. Like it helped them both to remember to appreciate one another for simply being in their lives. “I’m glad that I get to be old with you.”

Because as long as they have each other, everything else falls into place.

10

You know in December we all did our top 10 robron kisses lists? Well, we’ve had another 9 (yes?) kisses since then so why don’t we fill this miserable void time by doing it again?

01.  The Woolpack pre-SSW kiss, because it is hot af, and they’re all over each other, and for Robert it’s all “I can’t wait to marry you and do this forever”, but for Aaron it’s just his gorgeous horny boyfriend again and he’s so willing to just go with it. 

02. The SSW kiss in the woods, because that’s just a blissfully perfect scene, rounded off with a perfect kiss, and they just love each other so much.

03.  The Reunion kiss, because they’ve both waited so long and it’s so gentle and full of promise and it’s like they’re getting another first kiss, which is different but no less “them”.

04. The Wedding Dance kiss, because a) it’s in public, in front of their families and friends, and neither of them are remotely bothered or embarrassed by it, which says everything about how happy and content they are, and b) Robert reaches up to cup Aaron’s cheek and tries to deepen the kiss, 100% ready to just go for it right there in the middle of the pub, before they’re sadly interrupted by Chas. 

05. The Goodbye kiss, because it’s so quiet and soft and gentle, but there’s so much love and fear and need there. They’re just clinging onto each other for dear life.

06.  The Portacabin kiss, because they spent a whole day using farm work as foreplay and they knew as they were walking up there that as soon as the door closed behind them they were going to fuck, and Aaron is definitely in charge and Robert is so pleased and they’re so damn hot.

07. The Night-time Bar kiss, because even after one of the worst fights of their relationship and one of them ending up in a cell, they still look at each other like that. They’re both admitting that the only place they want to be is with each other.

08.  The Engagement kiss in the hospital, because they’re so happy and in love and engaged and everything is good in the world.

09.  The First kiss, because they’re so greedy for each other and they’ve been dancing around it for long enough and it’s like it can’t go another second without happening.

10. The Deleted Christmas kiss - so you may have noticed that most of these are not just one kiss, but two kisses and I will forever be annoyed that this one was deleted and that Charity got in the way of the second kiss because it sounds amazing. They love each other so much!

Kara Danvers x reader (Sweet, sweet love)

Originally posted by namelessdistantshores

Request: um first of all thank you for this account and second of all would u do a kara smut ? with like toys if u can’t that’s alright oanaja            

a/n: well, thank YOU for stopping by and supporting it!! I’m having loads of fun with this writer’s high I’ve been blessed with. Let’s hope I don’t get another bout of writer’s block that lasts for a year again… LOL *fingers, toes, all other limbs and phalanges crossed* Requests are still open as always!! :)

so anyway I enjoy the thought that Kara is just… so good to you. She would take such good care of you in all the things and really I have a whole lot of feelings about it

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Certainly, you still find yourself not believing your luck and the fact that you scored it all when you first started dating Kara Danvers.

How couldn’t you think you won the lottery of people when your girlfriend truly ticks off all the boxes you looked for in someone, and even still also ticks off all the boxes you didn’t think you had?

She set plenty of new standards for you, and you’re convinced she’s ruined at least a good majority of National City’s populace for you. It had seemed that with every thought you had, you could feel every bone in your body begging you to hold onto her for as long as you can.

Kara was stupidly sweet, and so it was, you could just see pure goodness permeating into every single thing Kara did for you and for others, and you couldn’t help but swoon. In every sense of the word, Kara Danvers was chivalrous and upstanding, and though those are words one wouldn’t necessarily use to describe their love life and the bedroom activities thereof, you find that this peculiarity turned you on even more.

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Grounded

Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1191

Warnings: swearing, fluffity fluff.

**Thank you for humoring me and putting up with my ridiculous stories. I just can’t help myself sometimes. This one came to me as I slipped on my favorite angel wing ring (yes, I’m a dork. Oh, and say “angel wing ring” 5 times fast). Enjoy.

The smell of coffee woke you from a light sleep. You lifted your head and glanced around the living room. Sleeping on the couch, again. Cas’s laptop and your phone were on the coffee table right where you left them. Beside them was your favorite mug filled with fresh, warm joe. Cas. You smiled, sitting up and reaching for the mug.

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