still wish you had a name okay

Paper Stars

Summary: Dan starts to get love notes in his locker in the form of origami stars, so he gets the help of his best friend, Phil, to figure out who it is.
Word Count: 2,398
Warnings: cussing
A/N: Thanks to @insanityplaysfics as always for giving me ideas. I’m a fucking sap recently because my boyfriend proposed to me and I just wanna write a crapton of fluff and puke rainbows everywhere. This is short and sweet, which is very rare for me! I hope you like it anyways!
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The day Dan opened his locker to a strange slip of paper folded into an origami star was one of the strangest moments of his life.

“What,” Dan said simply, giving the offending paper a strange look. He bent down and retrieved it, staring at it long and hard. It was thin, made with a flowery paper, and he could just make out words written in very small print on it. “What,” Dan said again.

With a small amount of struggle, Dan managed to unwrap the star, revealing the writing inside. The script was sloppy to the point where Dan thinks it was written with the wrong hand. Dan said “what” again and the word didn’t even sound like it was real anymore. It took him a few minutes to read what it said due to the scribble, but he eventually managed.

‘i used to stare out the window because i thought the scenery was beautiful. Then i saw you and suddenly the world didnt seem nearly as captivating as before.

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Take it Out on Me | 3

Summary: Yoongi/Reader/Hoseok. When your boyfriend neglects you one too many times, the only thing left for you to do is run to his best friend for comfort.
Genre: Angst
Words: 2,787
Warnings: Cheating

Disclaimer: The plot idea is not mine and the two first chapters were written by @btsfiles. I am merely continuing it, with her permission.

-Admin Mari

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 (by @btsfiles)

Originally posted by leojuseyo

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#89- Size kink (Sam x Jody)

Requested by @icantthinkofaname-oops​ for my kink list (master list here).

Warning: smut, Sam’s monster cock (Totally a warning)

Word Count: 1700ish

A/N: Oh, Winmills. I’ve missed you. Enjoy! XOXO

Jody’s never been shy. She doesn’t think twice about telling Sam to get changed, even though they’re in a car and there’s no place for him to do that without being seen. It doesn’t matter. He’s a hunter and is probably used to things like that, and she has a gun to load.

It doesn’t take her very long, however, and he’s in between his suit pants and his jeans when she’s got nowhere else to put her eyes except on him.

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I had two options.
1. I could grow the fuck up and let go of something so self destructive
2. I could hold on so tight to a dying friendship

I thought I chose the first one as I rolled my eyes at the sound of his name and laughed with my friends about how stupid I was for hanging around so long. But at 3 am the other day, I was up feeling anxious and all I could think was how you begged me to stay six months ago and I barely put up a fight since. Now I’m wondering who actually let go. Was it you.. or me?

—  Everyone thinks I was the stupid girl chasing a boy who didn’t want me, but they didn’t see you on that December night. They don’t know.

The pack of werewolves had gotten you. You’d been hunting them for weeks but they turned the game around, when you were out alone. You still managed to kill them but they had gotten you bad. No need to take a better look, you knew you would die. 

It was okay. Being a Shadowhunter, death was always a part of your life. There was only one thing you were regretting, but you still could fix that before dying.

Somehow you’d managed to get to Raphael’s name in your contacts and call him.
“Hey, (y/n). Are you okay?” Hearing his voice made the cold around you a little bit warmer, the dark alley a little bit brighter.
“No, not really”, you confessed. “I think this is it for me.”
“That’s not funny, (y/n).” You could hear that Raphael was concerned and for a second you wished that you had had the courage before to tell him, what you wanted to tell him now.

“Raph, I’m serious. The werewolves got me but I can’t die before I tell you the truth. I was falling in love with you and I wish I would have told you sooner.”
For a moment it was silent on the other end on the phone but you couldn’t even feel scared to be rejected. It would be over soon anyway.

“Don’t you dare die on me like that. You can’t just tell me that finally and then just die! I demand at least one date!”
His answer made you laugh eventhough it became a cough soon.
“I think you aren’t the one who can make that call, Raph.”

“Yes I can. And now stop talking about dying. I’m already on my way and getting Magnus to you. So better keep telling me, how you fell in love with me until I’m there.”

requested by @fandomsfanman
hope you like it

You can find all my Imagines|Confessions here
Requests for Imagines|Confessions are open. Send me some ^^

~ still not gay ~

Word Count: 2 800

Genre: chat fic, coming out, coming to terms with sexuality, humour

Pairing(s): phan, tiny mention of kickthestickz

Warnings: swearing, so many spelling/grammar mistakes (all on purpose as it’s a chat fic), mentioned homophobia, sexual humour (not a lot)


crabstickzzz has added PJ to the chat.
PJ: what?
dannyboy: chris and co. think im gay

A/N Shout out to the (formerly) ~ still not gay ~ chat, thanks for not believing I was straight. (Loosely based off my own unconventional coming out.)

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The Funeral // Archie Andrews

Y/n blossom is the youngest sister of the blossoms everyone attends to her brothers funeral and later as a panic attack. Archie helps her and then later when she goes to the hospital they admit their feelings for each other. Sorry if this is to much.

Thank you to @glitterytreewombat for this request! You’re so sweet! 💕


Today was the day.

A day in which I never wanted to happen.

Or even believe it could be happening.

I stood in my room, staring into my full length mirror and studying the simple long sleeved black dress that was on me, looking towards my face to see the sadness right through the make up. I couldn’t believe my brother was gone.


There was no way in bringing him back, even though I desperately want him to walk into my room and hug me like he used to, making sure I was okay like he had since we were little. The three of us, Cheryl, Jason and myself stuck together, now only Cheryl and I had each other, we had lost half of ourselves, and we both didn’t know how to fill that void.

I sighed, hearing a knock at the door to see my mother sticking her head in. ‘Come now, it’s time to welcome everyone.’ She was so curt about it all, it only made goosebumps appear on my arms, making the hairs stand up.

I nodded, exiting my room, my mother closing the door behind us. She wrapped an arm around my shoulder, leading me down the stairs.

'Where’s Cheryl?’ I asked, looking to see people already arriving into our home.

'She’s still upstairs getting ready. She’ll be down soon.’ My mother answered, leading me to my father. 'I trust you know she’s not speaking today at the funeral and that you are.’ I frowned at my mother and nodded, not arguing on the topic of it.

Cheryl had already let Homecoming happen with representing Jason using it to her advantage, which made sense why my parents wouldn’t want her to speak, but, he was her brother too.

I turned my head to see my friends arrive, a blush rising to my cheeks due to locking eyes with Archie. I excused myself from my parents and walked over to Betty, Veronica, Kevin, Jughead and Archie, who had all dressed appropriately, even Jughead. Although, I did question Archie’s letterman jacket, but he wore a tie underneath so I ignored it.

'Thank you for coming guys…it means a lot.’ I gave them a small smile, receiving a small hug from all of them, except Jughead. I held onto Archie the longest, knowing he could make me feel better with what was happening today.

'We couldn’t not support you. You’re our best friend, we’re here for you.’ Betty smiled, whilst I led them to the room where Jason’s casket laid.

I stopped in my tracks, seeing it for the first time. A large sorted set of red roses sat on top of the casket, making my eyes glisten that this was real.

I instantly felt Archie grip onto my hand, holding me up so I didn’t fall. I turned up to look at him, giving his hand a squeeze, making sure he was still there. He squeezed it back, leading me over to the front row. He sat me down, kneeling down in front of me and showing me the number 9 jersey.

Jason’s jersey.

'You’re family deserves this more than me.’ Archie explained, holding it out to me.

'You should go give it to my mother, she’d appreciate it.’ I smiled, watching him walk away.

I sighed, checking my watch and looked around, my sister nowhere in sight. I bit my lip in anxiousness, my eyes drifting to the coffin. I took a deep breath in and letting it go.

Archie sat down beside me again, looking a little confused and flustered. 'What’s wrong?’ I frowned.

'You’re mom…she - she touched my hair - I don’t know.’ He shook his head, staring at me. 'Are you okay?’

'With you…and the other guys here, I’m okay.’ I answered, hearing the music staring.

Cheryl still hasn’t arrived, making me grown more nervous to where she was. It wasn’t until I saw everyone else’s heads turn backwards, watching something behind them. I followed their gaze, my mouth falling open in shock, seeing her in the same dress she wore when she was last with Jason. I gasped, feeling Archie grab my hand again.

I couldn’t believe she actually wore the dress. A hand flew to my mouth as she made her way to the podium. Our parents looked at her in anger and frustration, ready to take her away from the podium.

Veronica stopped them, saying they’d only make things worse. I watched on, see her standing there. She gave me a look, telling me she had this under control.

I didn’t. I felt like I was staring to lose control.

I could feel my vacant hand shaking, hoping if I clenched it, something good will come out of it, maybe stopping it, but that wasn’t the case.

I shook my head, trying to pay attention to what my sister was saying, but nothing was happening, I couldn’t listen, everything else felt so loud.

'Y/N…’ I turned my glossy eyes to Archie, seeing worry in his features as he looked at me. 'What’s wrong? What’s happening?’

'Y/N, dear.’ Before I could answer Archie, my mother called me to the stand after Cheryl’s breakdown at his coffin. I slowly stood up, my eyes never leaving the coffin as I turned around, facing the whole of Riverdale.

I sighed, beginning to speak. 'Thank you to everyone that has found the time to pay respects to my brother and our family in this difficult time,’ I swallowed hard, feeling my heartbeat starting to pick up. 'Jason was not just your football star or the most popular kid in school, he was my brother,’ I paused looking at Cheryl who was still crying, 'our brother. He cared for us, his two little sisters. He protected us from any harm or any hatred we had to endure…he was my hero…’ I turned my head around, staring back at the coffin in which Jason laid to rest in.

I felt my breath starting to pick up, gripping the sides of the podium, causing my knuckles to go white. I began feeling lightheaded, everything in the room becoming louder by the second. 'I’m sorry - I can’t do this.’

I sprinted down from the podium and out of the funeral. I needed somewhere to go, I needed to breathe.

I was going to have a panic attack.

I managed to find one of the many corners outside from my large house to sit in, placing my head in my hands, letting panic takeover my body.

If I could tell you the amount of times someone has asked me what it felt like, I couldn’t. A panic attack for me, you feel a heaviness on your chest, caving in and can’t find any air to breathe in, because your already hyperventilating, you already feel like you’re going to die. In that moment, you sometimes wish that you could.

'Y/N!’ I heard someone call my name. I lifted my head up to recognise Archie through my blurry vision. I was still hyperventilating, seeing him kneel in front of me. He tried picking me up
off of the ground, but all I did was grip onto his biceps, hoping to gain feeling back in my body since I couldn’t feel my legs or get up. 'Oh god…’ Archie knew I experienced them and had been there a few times when I’ve had them, but it’s never been this bad. 'You’re okay. It’s just a panic attack, it’ll pass alright, hun? Trust me.’ He reassured, holding me to his chest.

'I-I can’t breathe!’ I felt like I was choking, I felt like I was going to pass out, feeling Archie holding me tightly and gripping onto my small, frozen hand.

'Archie, what’s happening?’ I heard a voice ask, which sounded like Veronica’s.

'She’s having a panic attack…I’ve never seen one this bad, V.’

'What do we do?’

'Call 911.’ Archie said, looking back down at me in complete worry and sadness.

'Archie…’ I choked out, 'I wanna - I wanna go to sleep…’

'You gotta keep your eyes open for me, alright?’ He whispered, pecking my forehead. He rested his forehead against my temple, staying close and letting me know I was still there. 'Keep squeezing my hand, what does it feel like? Can you tell me what it feels like?’

'I - I can’t do it…’ I cried out, feeling nothing in my fingers at all.

'Yes you can, breathe and squeeze my hand, alright? The ambulance is coming.’ He reassured me, still holding
my hand.

I was full on sobbing now, trying to control my breathing, but it wasn’t happening. I was having a panic attack.

And I felt like I was going to die.

'Archie, the paramedics are here.’ Veronica said, seeing to guys in uniform behind her, along with Sheriff Keller, my friends, my parents and Cheryl.

'Alright, sweetheart, Y/N, can you feel anything that I’m doing now?’ One of them asked, touching my foot. I sobbed, shaking my head. 'She’s going into complete shock, lets get her in the ambulance.’

Archie stood up, picking me up bridal style and carrying me towards the ambulance. I felt the worst of it ending, but now felt extremely tired. I wanted to go to sleep or pass out, I wasn’t sure which one.

Archie laid me out on the stretcher bed. I looked to see my friends and Cheryl watching me, no sign of my parents anywhere. I felt my eyes dropping, ready to let darkness consume me.

'Who’s riding with her? Are you son?’ Archie looked down at me, looking back at the officer.


'And you are?’

'I’m…I’m her boyfriend.’ He said with confidence. They let him in, closing the ambulance door behind him. Archie grabbed my hand, looking down at me. I gave him a tired smile, before feeling my eyes shut, darkness consuming my vision.


I woke up, seeing myself in a not very familiar place. I looked around to what looked to be like the emergency department of the hospital. I frowned, looking to my right to see the beautiful auburn hair of Archie.

'Hey, how you feeling?’ Archie whispered, his hand tucking a kiss strand of hair behind my ear.

'Tired…thank you for being here with me.’ I gave him a small smile, making him chuckle a little.

'No - I couldn’t bare to see you in that state, I didn’t know what else to do.’ He sighed, grabbing my small hand, sending warm up through my arm.

'You did everything right.’ I smiled, feeling a stray tear trickle down. 'Along with saying that you were my boyfriend.’

He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. 'I didn’t know how else I was going to get in the ambulance…you’re not mad, are you?’ He asked.

I motioned him closer with my finger, grabbing onto the collar of his shirt, bringing him to my lips. It felt complete. I felt complete.

I pulled away, looking into his brown orbs. He cheeks were a tinge of red, smiling at me. 'You’re okay with being my girlfriend, right?’

I nodded, smiling at him. 'Of course Archie, I’ve been waiting for a while to hear those words for a very long time.’

He grabbed my hand again, closing it around his and pecking it, holding it close to his lips. 'Can you handle my baggage?’ I asked, worried to hear the answer.

He smiled, nodding, putting my nerves at ease. 'Of course I can. I love all the good and bad, anything for you.’ I smiled, giving out a small laugh.

Tags: @doctorwhoandrory @mistaken-destiny
@sweetwater-cheryl @sweetvengeancee

Cold - Part Two | Jughead Jones

Originally posted by bvreathe

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: After finding out Jughead lied to you, all you want to do is avoid him but that’s easier said than done.

Warnings: nothing rly. just a lil fighting and that’s it.

Word Count: 2218

A/N: so many people asked for a part two so i really hope it lives up to expectations! there is a possibility for a part three. i left it open either way. let me know what you think like always <3

Part One

Two weeks.

That’s how long you’d hid yourself away and avoided going to school. The last thing you wanted was to talk to anyone - especially Jughead and so far, you’d managed to. Well, in person anyway. A few people had been texting you asking you if you were okay since it’d gone around the school what had happened. Even Jughead’s friend Archie had sent you a message to make sure you were okay. You and him weren’t even that close but you sat together in maths class and he was always friendly to you. Jughead had text you every single day but it got to the point where anything from him just made you burst into tears and your heart feel like it was breaking all over again so you blocked his number. Why did he think texting you was a good idea? The last person you wanted to talk to was the lying ex-boyfriend of yours.

It was still hard to believe that the boy you had considered your world had been lying to you the whole time. Was it even a real relationship then? He said he cared about you but if he cared about you he wouldn’t have done what he did. Getting close to you just to find out information he could report back to Betty about Jason? That was cruel. It was one of the cruellest things anyone could have ever done. Like you didn’t have enough to deal with coping with your brother’s death now you had to learn how to cope and fix your own broken heart that some stupid boy had ripped into pieces.

And, if that wasn’t enough, during those two weeks it had come out that Polly was pregnant with Jason’s baby. You were going to be an aunt. When you’d found out, that was the first time you’d smiled in the whole two weeks. A little part of Jason still existed. Your family had pretended to help Polly but Cheryl had warned her away from them and now she was safe and living with the Lodge’s. You really wanted to go and talk to her and let her know you were happy for her and wanted to be involved but there was no way you wanted to face the stares from everyone who knew what had happened between you and Jughead. It wasn’t until the Monday after the two weeks when you decided enough was enough. Moping around wasn’t doing you any good and with a little help from Cheryl, you decided it was time to go back to school.

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Burning Bridges Spell

SO a fellow blogger messaged me asking for a little advice on a spell they were crafting…and this is what I came up with. After thinking about it, I added onto what I told them.

The purpose is to essentially sever ties with someone you had a negative relationship with, but still want to wish them the best. It’s based off my earlier post, “Remember, it’s okay to burn bridges and still be happy for the people you left on the other side.”

You Will Need:

-Two long-ish stemmed flowers. Can be different, can be the same, your discretion. These represent both of you blooming and having wonderful lives.

-Something to write on them (or otherwise personalize them)

-A car and a windy day(windy day optional I guess?)

What to Do:

-Write the name of the person(s) on one flower, and yours on the other.

-Tie the two stems together if possible. If they’re too stiff, wrap them together with a ribbon. 

-Drive far away from your home, the farther the better. Once at your destinaton, get ready to drive home. Pluck the flower with the name of the person you want to cut ties with from the stem. Focus all your emotion and intent and energy into it.

-Drive back. Along the way, let the flower go out of the window (ergo windy day and car–inertia is needed here) and envision the wind diverting their path far, far away from yours. 

-Once home, pluck your own flower off the stem and bury it in your yard, solidifying the spell.

                  - PART VII

Kai Parker x Reader x The Mikaelsons
word count : 3 783
summary : this is the last chapter. (picks up right where the previous chapter ended)
* not my gif

Y/N pushed her way past Klaus , waking into his bedroom , heading straight for his bed. The sun had barely started to show up outside and his window was open , a light breeze coming from outside , making the curtains move along with it. There were a dozen sketches onto Klaus’ bed and she realised he had been awake sketching his daughter’s face. Y/N smiled for a moment before remembering what she went there to talk to him about.
“Sorry. I know its early but … I don’t know what … I um … Can we talk ?” she wondered.
Klaus nodded. “What is it love ? Must be pretty important for you to show up a 5.30AM… “
“Something happened.” she said sitting on the edge of his bed. “With Kai … and Kol.”
Klaus crossed his hands on his chest and Y/N could swear he knew what she was going to say before she said it. There was a mischievous glow in his eyes and the knowing look he had been giving her ever since she and Kai had showed up. It was all starting to add up in her head , tho she still couldn’t see it. Or maybe she didn’t want to.
“What happened love ? Did they try to kill each other ?” he asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.
“No , but if I don’t figure out a way to fix this , they might.” said Y/N holding her head in her hands sitting on his bed. “Earlier today , well … yesterday I found this charm bracelet someone had left on my night stand. I should’ve felt the magic coming from it but I was so distracted worrying about what would happen later with your brother and Kai , I completely missed it.”
Y/N got up pacing nervously around the room as she explained what had happened , frustration getting the best of her and she ended up raising her voice more and more with each word until she was practically yelling. Klaus tried to keep a straight face but it was getting harder with every passing moment. He watched her maybe walk over a thousand steps going from one corner of his room to the other , gesturing with her hands and thinking out loud.
“I still dont see whats the problem.” he said.
“We SLEPT together ! All THREE of us !” said Y/N as if Klaus had missed the big point right in the middle of the story. She stopped pacing , shortening the distance between her and Klaus. “Don’t you get it ?! I don’t even know how I am going to look at them in the eyes thats assuming they dont kill each other when they wake up !”
“So I take it you didn’t like my early birthday present?” asked Klaus amused. Y/N stared at him as if he had just slapped her in the face. Her mouth opened and closed as she struggled to process his words. It was him. Klaus had been the one to leave the bracelet for her to find. Of all people - him. The one who was like a father to her. Shock aside , curiosity won over.
“Why?!” she asked.”Why would you that to me , to Kai .. to your own brother?!”
Klaus walked over to his desk , resting his back against it as a deep sigh left his lips.
“Because you needed a push to figure out who you love most of them both.” said Klaus , pouring her a drink. “The charm only magnifies whats already there. Surely you must’ve felt it while you were -”
“DON’T.” she said raising her hand not even able to look him in the eyes anymore. “The situation is awkward enough already.” Y/N took the drink , starring at the liquid inside move as she tilted the glass a little. She had felt it alright but still didnt make any of it okay. In one gulp she emptied the entire glass hoping somehow it would dull the embarrassment she felt.
As if things weren’t complicated enough. she thought.
“It was never my intention to play with any of their feelings.” she muttered. “I love them. Both of them… but I love K-”
In that moment came a very loud sound from downstairs. Quickly she shoved the glass into Klaus’ hand and ran towards the noise. There was no doubt in her mind about what was happening downstairs , though she had hoped Kai and Kol would be asleep until at least 10AM until she had had time to figure out what to say to them. Y/N didn’t even know how she will be able to look them in the eye after everything. She got to the stair railing and looked down seeing Kai and Kol on the ground floor. One throwing the other against the furthest wall , yelling at each other. Kol was accusing Kai of taking advantage of Y/N while Kai accused Kol of being a pompous ass who doesn’t deserve to have someone as Y/N in his life. At which point Kol tried to get to Kai and shove his hand in Kai’s chest , only Kai used magic to drop him on the ground. None of them seemed to even notice there was an audience watching them try to kill each other.
“Oh -uh” said Rebekah with a yawn joining her , her eyes widening at the scene unfolding before her and Y/N’s eyes.
“Kill me now.” muttered Y/N.
“So how was it ? The threesome ?” asked Freya appearing suddenly on her other side. “Sorry  I couldnt help but overhear. You shouted pretty much the entire story.”
“You heard?!”
“We all did.” said Elijah , 

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anonymous asked:

can i request some kiba angst? say he and his s/o were madly in love but she ended up in an arranged marriage with another man from Konoha bc she came from a powerful clan and they were wed for power/status or something and poor kiba has to watch the woman he loves become married to someone else?

this is so sad im triggered LOL remember like a month ago i said i was gonna write bc i was sad about a breakup ? OK so we got back together but then he broke up w me again lmao. sorry i had to let that out.


“[Name]! You look so beautiful!” The brightest smile you had ever seen from your mother beamed like the sun. Her eyes crinkled at the ends while she joined her hands together in a clap, gawking at your frame in a white dress.

Never had your mother ever gushed about your beauty before, not like this anyways. So in regards to that, you smiled, your sad eyes gazing at your reflection in the mirror you sat before. 

“Trust me, dear. I’ve talked to this man before, and he’s wonderful! Strong too. Comes from a rich family, as well. And I also hear from others in the village tha-”

As your mother urged on and on about your fiance, you couldn’t help but feel an ache in your heart. Her words soon grew muffled, as though your own mother’s voice was just some background noise. Your being found itself thinking about the only man you ever loved, and the pain he must be going through.

“Kiba…” He felt your gentle hands take hold of his, it was a soft gesture, but he savored your touch by putting your hand to his cheek and snuggling into it. Your heart broke with every second that passed by.

His wet eyes open to look at you, his love. “I will be okay.”

Along with his words were a thousand swords being drawn into your heart, “No–you know that I love you.”

“I know that,” Kiba starts, “But…I also know that we can’t do anything about it. I will be okay, [Name].”

However, all Kiba was doing was lying to himself. Of course he would not be okay. He would be anything but okay. The thought him seeing the woman he loves run off to some other man felt like the whole universe was collapsing on him. Seeing you hold onto someone else’s arm, seeing you kiss someone else’s lips, and seeing you smile with someone that wasn’t him… hurt like hell. 

But to avoid less stress on you, he lied. “I love you, [Name]. I’ll be okay. Just forget about whatever we had.”

“How can I? Kiba! Why would you say something like that?”

“Because there’s nothing we can do! [Name], listen. I want you to fall in love with that man, and I want you to smile with him. Do all the things you did with me and more. Love him like you love me.” But this was all a lie. He wanted so badly to say stay with me. He wished with all his might that you won’t love anyone besides him. Albeit, he still lied. 

“What about you…?” You exhaled a shaky breath, eyes forming tears with the moments that went by.

“I’ll watch. I’ll watch you love him. I’ll watch and see how…how it all works out.”

As you walked with your arms laced with your father, looking forward to the man you were forced to wed, Kiba gulped from the side. His breath had been completely taken away, it was like the first time he saw you, it was as if as he had fallen in love with you all over again.

Seeing you in a beautiful wedding dress made his heart beat just a little faster, but it also made his eyes water. Akamaru, who sat obediently beside his master, gazed up towards him with sad eyes, almost letting out a soft whimper as if knowing the pain Kiba was going through. 

Here he was, watching you, as the start of your new love story began. He just watched.

I just finished watching @therealjacksepticeye play through The Last Guardian and can I just say MAN that game is incredible. I wish I had a ps4 to play it on. Props to Jack for taking me through this amazing journey instead :’) 

Anyway, this is Cass, we’ll meet her later in my story. Once the non love part starts rolling for real. 
I wish we had witches right about now lol.
Anyway, that’s not her real name, you’ll find it out later when see a bit of her. 

Seriously guys writing the supernatural part out got me all pumped for my story again. I mean I still like the love stuff but I know not a lot of people like love crap lol. I’m a HUGE sucker for love. So I love that stuff. I love love! lmao okay, but anyway, it’s like almost 4am and I’m just going off now. And no one here stops me xD 

So what’s up with you? 

c13 Pathway to Suicide, Mothers Day
Sue Klebold "A Mother's Reckoning"
c13 Pathway to Suicide, Mothers Day

artwork credit goes to the lovely but low key of late, @rainflesh :)

The Last Mother’s Day both bitter and sweet…

“That spring, we had the worst argument we ever had during his lifetime. It happened on Mother’s Day, the last Mother’s Day we had together, and it still hurts me to remember it. I can’t remember exactly what set me off. I was heartsick about the disastrous year I’d had with both my kids, angry about Dylan’s continuing negativity and bad attitude, and quietly hurt he had forgotten Mother’s Day. When I confronted him about his attitude, I had the feeling he
was responding, not to me, but to some inner joke. It seemed disrespectful.

Fed up, I got in his face. I shoved him against the fridge, pinning him there with my hand. Then I waved my finger and gave him a real mom lecture. I didn’t yell, but there was authority in my voice as I told him he had to stop being so crabby and selfish. “The world doesn’t revolve around you, Dylan. It’s time for you to think about the other people in this family. You need to start carrying your weight.” Then I reminded him he had forgotten Mother’s Day.

I dug my hand hard into his shoulder while I lectured. Until the day I die, I will never stop wishing that I had pulled him toward me instead of pushing him away.

Finally, in a soft voice that carried warning power, he said, “Stop pushing me, Mom. I’m getting angry, and I don’t know how well I can control it.” That was all it took; this wasn’t my parenting style. Appalled that the conflict had progressed this far, I backed off. It was the worst confrontation we’d ever had, in seventeen years.

Later, we sat together at the kitchen table. We both felt awful. I apologized for losing my temper. Dylan apologized for forgetting Mother’s Day, and volunteered to help me prepare dinner. That afternoon, he went out to buy me a card and an African violet planted in a tiny watering can. It was a perfect gift; I love miniatures, and we’d collected some together when he was little. We hugged. I thought it was okay, although I noted he’d only signed his name to the card, instead of saying “Love, Dylan.”

Of course I wished we hadn’t fought, particularly on Mother’s Day, but I felt justified. Aren’t you supposed to confront your kids when you feel like they’re straying off the straight and narrow? I feel differently about that fight now. I know that hugging my son and telling him I loved him wouldn’t have stopped him from hurting himself and others. Still, I wish I had taken his hand. Sit down with me. Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on. Instead of telling him everything he was doing wrong, or what he had to be grateful for, I wish I’d listened, and validated his pain. If I had to do it over again, I’d tell him, You’ve changed, and it’s scaring me. 
But I wasn’t scared. I should have been, but I was not.”


The Ghost Of Our Nightmares

Author: AvengeSuperWhoLock

Word Count: 8078

Pairing: SamxReaderxDean

Summary: It’s your first hunt with the Winchesters, and you all meet up with another hunter named Garth to take down a Shojo. Along the way you and Sam have an honest conversation about your mutual attraction and odd things begin happening, making the boys question whether or not Bobby is actually dead.

A/N: From this part forth in the series, each chapter will be based around an episode each. Also, they will cease to contain gifs due to the length of them 

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 / Part 17 / Part 18 / Part 19 / Part 20 / Part 21 / Part 22 / Part 23 / Part 24 / Part 25 / Part 26 / Part 27 / Part 28 / Part 29 / Part 30 / Part 31 / Part 32 / Part 33 / Part 34 / Part 35 / Part 36 / Part 37 / Part 38 / Part 39 / Part 40 / Part 41 / Part 42 / Part 43 / Part 44 / Part 45 / Part 46 / Part 47 / Part 48 / Part 49

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anonymous asked:

Okay, so I have known for awhile that I'm a trans guy. I still haven't told my family or a lot of my friends. I had a Facebook account set up with my boy name instead of my dead one. My family recently found it and asked if I made it or not and I lied about it. They even told me they would support me if I did. I kinda wish I had told them, but I'm still scared. I'm scared I'll hurt my mom.

It takes time to come out even if the people around you will support you. It’s a huge emotional and physical change. Don’t sweat it, come out when you’re ready and it’s okay that you lied. If you feel like it will hurt your mom, I suggest you get trans stuff into a conversation with her. Ex: “Hey mom, I saw this thing in the news about the mom of a trans kid.” And go on from there. 



Pairings: Churboose, Tuckington, and mentions of past Chex!

Word Count: 7,918

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: Church quickly glanced up from his phone as another guy rushed into the elevator and pushed a couple of buttons. He looked back down at Tucker’s texts as the elevator lurched and started its crawl upwards. He swore that this thing went slower every day.

Notes: This was written as the first place prize for my giveaway! Congrats to agent-wash-and-tuck! I hope that you like it! :)

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12 Days of Sabriel – Day 1

Title: 12 Days of Sabriel – Day 1
‘Showing up late to class with a Starbucks’ is not Sam’s style at all. Not showing up to class at all because the guy working at Starbucks is confusingly handsome is totally Sam’s style.
Underage Drinking (< 21 years)

Sabriel || Fluff || Height Difference || Coffee Shop AU || College AU || Sam is a Starbucks virgin || OC: Bagel || Advent Calendar Fic

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