thanks mads for making me watch it

I hate her, except that I don’t hate her. I love her, but she makes me cry, she gives me headaches. She triggers my anxiety attacks and she blames me for things I didn’t do. She screams and gets mad at me over the smallest things. She has always treated me that way, and I know I’m acting just like her sometimes. I hate her for that, I hate her for screwing me up. She should have raised me but instead she just stood there and watched me become a mentally unstable girl. Thanks mom.
—  Excerpts of stories I’ll never finish// #202
Boyfriend-Bestfriend

Boyfriend-Bestfriend

Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: angst? not really ish


You watched as girls from your school enter the building.

As soon as everybody found out that Peter Parker was really Spider-Man, the whole school flipped. Especially, the girls. They walked in the building, eyes wandering, searching for Pete.

Peter happened to be your classmate, and coworker. Maybe even your crush. But he was also your best friend.

Tony threw another party, just because he was bored. You know, like usual.

And it was an ‘anyone is welcome’ kind of thing. Explains why every girl in your class was here.

You can tell they’ve never been to a party like this before. They dressed like it was prom. Like seriously, what’s with the gowns and poofy dresses?

You stood near the bar, asking the bartender to give you something to drink while you wait for Peter.

“You know you’re not old enough (Y/n).”

“I didn’t say to give me something with alcohol. Can you just give me something non-alcoholic? Please?”

“Alright,” he smiles, “one juice box it is.”

You gave him a scowl, making him chuckle.

You turn back around, eyes searching the room for Peter. You hear a familiar laugh and turn to your right. Peter was standing there with Liz Allen, and her group of friends. Peter promised you that right after he gets ready, he’ll meet up with you immediately, knowing how you hated being alone in parties, and because he was always your date. Those are the perks of having a best friend. If you’re single, you would still have a date at any party.

You waited. Maybe he just got here and he was on the way to meet up with you. Liz probably just stopped him to talk, say hi.

You watched, and watched, and watched.


He was still there. Liz was getting a bit flirty with him already. You heard once in P.E. that Liz had a major crush on Spider-Man, and this was before she knew it was Peter.

Twenty one grape juice boxes later, Peter was still laughing it off with Liz. It wasn’t like he didn’t notice you. He did. It was twenty minutes ago. He looked at you, smile and nod, then started talking to Liz. You thought he finally saw you and was telling Liz that he has to go. Guess not.

This got you pissed, but mostly upset. Peter wasn’t one to break promises.

You tried to leave without him noticing. That won’t be too hard. He’s been ignoring you for the past hour or so.

They were standing by the hallway that lead to the elevators. You got up from the bar stool, flattened your dress, and walk straight passed Peter.

At first it broke your heart when you walked straight passed him with him not even flinching. But when you got to the elevator, sadness wasn’t within you. Anger was.

You slam your fist into the elevator button. Since it seemed like it wasn’t going to open any time soon.

“Don’t hit it, just press it, gently,” you heard, the voice sounding familiar.

“Shut up Loki.” Loki shrugged and walked away, it’s still strange to see him free, and socializing. He wasn’t like the old Loki. Well, you still thought different. It’s all an act. He’ll turn on us soon.

The elevator finally opened, in which felt like years.

You got in and pressed the button for your level. You were humming to yourself, trying to act calm, even if your nails are digging into your palms.

The doors of the elevator was about to close but someone’s hand stopped it.

You looked up surprised, but your face fell when you saw it was Peter.

“(Y/n)! Leaving so soon?”

You gave him an ‘I’m mad at you, go away before I murder you’ look, “yes.”

His eyebrows furrowed, “what’s wrong?”

You roll your eyes, “nothing, can you please go? You’re keeping the elevator from going up.”

He looks around the elevator door, and takes his hand off of the side, stepping in.

You groaned as he stands next to you.

“Seriously (Y/n). What’s up?”

You keep your head straight, away from his gaze. You punch the number of your floor.

“Hey hey hey, press it gently.”

You stay quiet, still clenching your fists.

“Well anyways,” he says, he was smiling, you can tell he was very happy, quite the opposite of you.

“Liz hung out with me today.”

You turn to him, his face beaming, and replied with a tight smile, “I know, I saw.”

“Really?! Did I look okay? I felt like I was smiling too much.”

“You looked fine,” you said through clenched teeth.

When you finally got to your floor, before you stepped out, you quickly pressed all the floors on the elevator and clicked the ‘close door’ button, before running away. Leaving a confused, screaming Peter behind.

“Hey! What the heck!”


When you got to your room, you stripped down and got into an oversized hoodie and shorts.

You unhooked your bra and pulled it out of the neck of the hoodie.

“Ahh,” you sighed, “much better.”

When you were comfortably snuggled into your bed, you started to play the first Harry Potter movie.


“No, stop, stop, stop! You’re going to take someone’s eye out. Besides, you’re saying it wrong. It’s Levi-OH-sa, not Levi-oh-SAH.”

You giggled as your favorite line from the movie was said.

Right after you finish giggling, Peter burst through your door.

“What the heck was that!”

The smile on your face disappeared, “what was what.”

“I feel sick from that elevator ride! I barely got off just now and I threw up in your kitchen.”

“Ugh, you’re disgusting.”

“And now you’re watching one of our favorite movies WITHOUT ME?”

“You act like this is the most possibly worst thing we could ever do to each other.”

He scoffs, “of course it is.”

“No Peter,” you stated, “this could not.”

“Then what can? What can be worse (Y/n)?”

You scoff, can he be anymore dramatic.

“I am offended,” he says jokingly, before he jumps on the bed next to you, getting under the blanket.

“Scoot.”

You roll your eyes before slightly scooting to the side.

A good ten minutes or so into the movie you finally answered his question.

“What could be worst is you leaving me for some girl when you promised to meet up with me right away after you get ready.”

Peter turns to you, guilt taking up his face.

“I’m sorry, but my crush finally spoke to me and I didn’t want to leave just there and then.”

“Yeah well my crush didn’t even care,” you said below your breath.

“What?”

“I said, I waited for you for so long and you never even came.”

“I’m sorry (Y/n),” he whined, “I’ll make it up to you.”

You just sat there, staring at the screen.

“(Y/nnnnnnnn). Speak to me pleaaaaseeeee.”

Before you can even speak, someone burst into your room.

“(Y/n), who cares about him? I don’t even know why you’re crushing on him in the first place. Seriously, when I see that guy, I will kill him.”

The two of you stared at Natasha, with shocked expressions.

Her still not knowing Peter was there until the screen went back to bright.

Her eyes grew wide, before turning around and running away.

“I– I–” you stuttered, Peter slowly turning to your face.

“I forgot that I texted her, while you were getting sick in the elevator.”

“You like me? Like, like me like me?”

You gulp, eyes fixed on the screen.

You can see a stupid smirk growing on his face from the side of your eye.

“Awww you like me!” he teased, poking your side.

You let out a deep sigh.

“(Y/n),” he said in a sing-songy tone, still poking your side. He knew that was your tickle spot. When your lip twitched to a smile slightly, he began to attack your sides, popping the giant laugh bubble you were keeping in.

You erupted with laughter and he couldn’t help but smile.

“There, I finally got you to smile.”

You sigh, raising your hands in defeat.

“I’m really sorry (Y/n).”

You nod, “it’s okay.”

“I like you too.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Correction, you like Liz.”

“No, I like you.”

“Peter.”

“(Y/n).”

“Seriously?”

“I’m serious.”

“You literally just left me for her and admitted that she was your crush not too long ago.”

“I lied.”

“Then why would you be with her then, instead of me?”

“Well, I liked you for a while now, I tried not to because I didn’t want to ruin the friendship that we already have.”

“Are you sure you don’t like Liz?”

“Yes, I’m positive.”

“Because it doesn’t seem believable. You looked way into her today.”

“Alright, wanna hear the truth?”

You sigh, “yeah.”

“I actually was asking Liz for some tips on how to get you to like me, and I wanted you to feel jealous and realize that I’m a great guy, you know?”

“Are you serious?”

“One hundred percent, promise, I cross my heart, and I’ll let Widow kill me if it was a lie. Go, ask Liz.”

You squint your eyes at him, feeling the bed next to you for your phone.

To Liz Allan:

Hey Liz, how was the party tonight?

You waited for her to reply, the typing bubble popped up fast.

LA: It was fun! Peter is such a sweetie pie.

You: Oh I know. He seemed so into you! You’re so lucky! I wished he liked me back…

LA: OMG! You like Peter?!?

You: lol isn’t it obvious…

LA: Dude! He likes you too! You should tell him!! <3 <3

You: Seriously??? But you two seemed so flirty with each other earlier..?

LA: Don’t worry, I was just helping him out on what he should do to get you to like him back, but I guess those are useless now that you already like him back! You guys are gonna be the cutest couple ever! I’m sorry if what we did earlier ruined anything you two had :(

You: It’s okay, thanks for letting me know tho! :))

You put the phone down and looked at Peter.

“Fine. I believe you.”

You looked at him with a blank look. No amusement, happiness, sadness, emotions whatsoever.

“Okay! So…. wanna be my girlfriend then?”

You shrug, “sure, I guess,” turning back to watch the rest of the movie.

“(Y/n).”

He sat in front of you blocking the tv, “Can you give me a hug?” He always offers a hug after an argument, just so he knows that you forgive him and your back to being friends now. Just to make sure you’re not still mad.

“If you don’t give me a hug, the offer is gone.”

You tilted your head back and groaned loudly before getting on your knees to walk to him, jumping into his arms.

He closed his arms around you, hugging you tightly before shaking you.

“Yaaaay! I upgraded from best friend to boyfriend.”

“Peter,” you choked out, “I– I– can’t breathe.”

He slowly untighten the hug before jumping up and down on the bed with you, still hugging you close to his chest.

But suddenly, he stopped and pulled you away, arms length.

“What?” you said, “what’s wrong.”

His jaw dropped before backing up slightly.

He looked at you with a super shocked expression, “Uh–”

“WHAT?”

He shivers slightly, “you’re not wearing a bra are you?”

Your eyes goes wide before clutching your chest.

“Turn around,” you said, before grabbing your bra from the floor next to your side of the bed.

“There.”

He turned around, shivering again, “that felt weird.”

“Then stop talking about it, you’re making me feel awkward.”

He scoots back next to you, hugging you back close to his chest.

You hesitantly lay your head on his chest, him wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“I’m sorry baby, I’ll stop.”

You scrunch your nose and cringed, a mix of a disgust and embarrassed look on your face , “Uggh that was weird.”

“What?”

“Baby?”

“What do you want me to call you?”

“Uhh, my name?”

“Sorry sweetheart, you’re my girlfriend now, things gotta change a bit.”

“Fine.”

“Now be quiet Love, I’m trying to watch the movie here,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes. Earning a playful smack from you.

To be honest, this boyfriend-bestfriend thing is going to be fun. I could get used to this.


A/N: Wrote all this in one sitting, so sorry if it was bad! Also, sorry for the lack of fics, I’ve been having writers block. I’ve wrote a bunch of other things but never finished it because they SUCKED. Ps. Let me know if you liked this! It’ll help me get motivated to write more lol.

Goodnight (Evan Hansen X Reader)

WC: 2175

Warnings: Things get a lil spicy, weed is mentioned, sibling arguments

Summary: Y/N Mell’s older brother, Michael, has a bit of a freak out when he meet some Evan for the first time in a less than ideal situation

Tagged: @lildipstick @bellasabb

A/N: I rolled a few requests into this one. The BMC/DEH crossover request, Evan and the reader being each other’s first kiss, and just general Evan fluff. Enjoy

“I, uh, I had a really great time tonight Y/N.” Evan said as we walked along the footpath, his hair gold in the light.

“So did I. I will say that the highlight was definitely when I tripped over that tree root trying to climb a tree that you were already half way up.” I said and Evan chuckled, squeezing my hand.

“I felt so bad, but you did look adorable trying to get up that tree.” Evan muttered and I smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Evan’s cheeks went bright red and he started sputtering, his mouth opening and closing rapidly. I giggled and squeezed Evan’s hand, which slightly eased up his sputtering.

“You, uh, you look really good tonight. I don’t know if it’s the light or whatever but you really do look.” Evan rambled, waving his free hand about enthusiastically.

I took in a deep breath and surged forward, pressing my lips bravely to Evan’s. He let out a squeak of surprise, but it was muffled by the kiss.

I closed my eyes and relaxed into the kiss, cupping Evan’s face with my free hand. Evan kissed back hesitantly at first, but he eventually grew more eager, kissing back a little harder.

He set his hand on the small of my back and pulled me closer to him, his touch sending shivers up my spine.

I pulled away from the kiss and looked him in the eye, his cheeks flushed slightly and his lips quirked up in a small smile.

“That, uh, wow.” Evan said, chuckling nervously as he spoke. “That was my first kiss.” I muttered and Evan’s eyes widened a little.

“That was my first kiss too.” Evan said and I smiled, pulling him into a tight hug. He stiffened for a second, but he quickly relaxed into the embrace, wrapping his arms around my neck.

“You want to stay the night? Michael’s out with Jeremy, and mom and dad are out of town.” I said suddenly and Evan tensed up, his breathing speeding up a little.

“Your parents and brother won’t be home?” Evan repeated, his voice a little higher than usual. I nodded, biting my lip as I watched Evan contemplate the idea.

“I, uh, sure.” Evan said after a few moments of silence. I smiled brightly at him and kissed his cheek softly, noticing how quickly the blush spread across his face.

We walked home hand in hand, chatting about anything and everything. We arrived at my house and I unlocked the door, swinging it open.

“Here we are. Feel free to make yourself comfortable.” I said, shutting the door behind Evan and I. “Oh, uh, ok.” Evan said, sitting down on the couch.

“You want a drink? We’ve got a giant bottle of iced tea Michael bought for me, and I, unfortunately, can’t drink it all by myself.” I said and Evan chuckled to himself, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

“I’d like that.” He responded and I smiled, pulling out two glasses from the kitchen cabinet. I poured the drink and carried the glasses over to the living room, passing one to Evan.

“For you.” I said and he took the glass, our fingers brushing as I handed it over. “Thanks Y/N.” Evan said, taking a sip of the drink.

We drank in silence, and I sensed that there was something on Evan’s mind. “Hey, Ev. You ok?” I asked, putting a hand on his thigh.

He jumped slightly at the sudden contact, but he quickly calmed himself down. “I, uh, yeah. I’m fine.” He said, setting his glass down on the coffee table.

“Oh, ok. I was just, you know, checking.” I said, cursing myself for how awkward I sounded. Evan nodded, licking his lips as he did.

I looked around the room awkwardly before looking back at Evan. He looked absolutely adorable, and after a brief mental war, I took in a deep breath and kissed him.

This kiss was slightly harder than the first one, but it didn’t phase me. I took my hand off Evan’s thigh and placed both my hands on his chest.

I shuffled forward so I was pretty much sitting in his lap, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

Evan kissed back eagerly, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I broke away from the kiss and slowly pushed down on Evan’s chest.

He leaned back so his back his the couch, and he looked up at me, his eyes wide and his lips slightly swollen.

“Woah.” I muttered, biting my lip as I drank in the sight before me. Evan’s cheeks went pink and I laughed softly, leaning down and resuming the kiss.

My hands wandered down Evan’s chest and stopped at the hem of his polo. I bravely slipped my hands under it and Evan shuddered, letting out a whimper at the contact.

I slowly pulled Evan’s shirt up, and he put his arms up in the air as I lifted off his shirt. I chucked it across the room, and looked down at Evan.

I bit my lip when I saw that he was surprisingly well built, and I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. Evan’s hands sat on my waist, and slowly inched up under my shirt.

Evan hesitantly took my shirt off, and his eyes widened, scanning my torso. “Like what you see, Hansen?” I said cockily and he started sputtering again, his cheeks bright red.

“It’s all good, Evan.” I said and I attached my lips to his neck. He let out a gasp and almost instinctively rolled his neck to the side.

“Y/N.” He breathed out, his chest rising and falling a lot faster than usual. I simply smirked and grazed my teeth over his neck, eliciting a moan from him.

“Oh my god.” Evan muttered, his eyes shut tight. I took my lips off his neck and looked at him, a smirk on my face.

I trailed my hands down his chest, and his breath hitched when I undid the button of his khakis. I went to undo the zipper, but the sudden sound of an all too familiar voice made me jump out of my skin.

“Y/N Y/M/N Mell!” Michael shouted and I froze, my heart almost stopping.

“Hi Michael.” I said awkwardly, and I felt Evan tense underneath me.

“What the hell is this?” Michael said, turning the living room lights on. I winced at the brightness and tried my hardest not to make eye contact with Michael.

“Hey Michael, I heard you shouting and I… Jesus Christ.” Jeremy said, jogging up to Michael but freezing when he saw Evan and I.

“Y/N?” Jeremy said in disbelief, his jaw dropped low and his eyebrows raised.

“Hi Jeremy.” I said, waving at him awkwardly.

“And who’s this?” Jeremy said, gesturing to Evan with his head. Evan sat up, trying his hardest to avoid showing off the hickeys that littered his neck.

“Uh, I, um, I’m Evan.” Evan stammered, his face heating up as he spoke.

“Evan. Ok.” Jeremy muttered, nodding his head, clearly trying his hardest to process what was happening.

Michael, however, was frozen. He wasn’t making a noise, but I could swear there was a vein in his temple that was popping.

“How about you two put your clothes on?” Michael muttered, his face as red as the hoodie he always wore. However, his face was red from anger not embarrassment.

I nodded sheepishly, watching as Michael stormed off with Jeremy trailing after him. “I… I’m so sorry, Evan. I’m serious, I didn’t think this would happen, I, oh god.” I said, hastily pulling my shirt back on.

“I-it’s alright Y/N. I, uh, this is new for me, so.” Evan said, doing up the button on his pants.

“I just, I still feel really bad.” I muttered, watching Evan pull on his polo.

“Y/N, it, it should be fine. Michael looked mad, sure, but hopefully this goes well.” Evan said, pressing a gentle kiss to my head.

“Thanks Evan.” I said, and we stood up, making our way to the kitchen where a very angry Michael sat to the left of a less aggressive Jeremy.

“Glad you could join us.” Michael muttered, and Jeremy smacked his shoulder.

“Sit down you two.” Jeremy said kindly and I smiled gratefully at him.

Evan and I sat down, watching Jeremy wrap an arm around Michael’s shoulders in a vague attempt to calm him down.

“So, you two were just going to have sex on the couch?” Michael blurted and Jeremy shot Michael an annoyed look.

“Michael, were both 18. It’s perfectly legal.” I muttered, and I realised that that wasn’t a good thing to say.

“Just because it’s legal, doesn’t mean you should!” Michael shouted, and I crossed my arms.

“You have been smoking weed for at least three years, and it’s still not legal in New Jersey. Let alone for a minor!” I shouted, and Evan shot me a worried look.

Michael’s face turned cold and he let out something that sounded like a growl. “Whatever Y/N. That’s not important.” Michael said and I chuckled dryly.

“So it’s ok to accuse me of things, but when the tables are turned it’s not ok?” I said and suddenly Jeremy stood up, stretching his arms out.

“Can you two be civil, please?” Jeremy said and I let out a sigh, nodding my head reluctantly. “Now, what was the ‘backstory’ here?” Jeremy asked, putting quotation marks around backstory.

“Well, Evan and I spent the day at the national park, and then we came home. Things, clearly, escalated, and that’s the story.” I said and Jeremy nodded, a slight smile on his face.

“Mike, that sounds almost exactly like our first date. Except we were playing video games in your basement.” Jeremy said and Michael’s face softened, a nostalgic look crossing his face.

“I guess.” Michael muttered, his lips turning up in a smile. He let out a sigh, and I quickly took Evan’s hand in mine.

“I guess I was being a bit harsh with you two. You’re young and in love, and I know what that feels like.” Michael said, looking over at Jeremy, who was now blushing.

“Just, try to keep it in your pants when I’m home, Y/N.” Michael said and I groaned, but the smile on my face was wide.

“Thank you, thank you. I didn’t want poor Jeremy to have to clean my blood off the carpet.” I said and Michael chuckled, as did Evan.

“How about we have Evan over for dinner tomorrow night? Mom and dad could meet him in a slightly less uncomfortable and revealing manner.” Michael said and I looked over at Evan, who looked considerably less tense now.

“I’d certainly like that. Evan?” I said, looking over at him. His head snapped up and he nodded vigorously, a small smile on his face.

“Definitely.” Evan said and I smiled, pecking his cheek. Jeremy and Michael fake gagged and I rolled my eyes, sticking the finger up at them.

“I’m truly heartbroken, Y/N. Really.” Michael said and Evan chuckled slightly, running a hand through his sandy hair.

“I hate to be rude, but my mom said I had to be back home by 9, and it’s 8:45.” Evan said and I nodded, standing up with him.

“Well, do you guys mind if I walk Evan home?” I said and Jeremy and Michael exchanged smirks.

“As long as nothing funny happens, you’ll be fine.” Michael said and I felt the blood rush to my cheeks.

“Bye!” I called, walking out of the house with Evan. The door shut behind us and I let out a sigh, squeezing Evan’s hand.

“That was the most embarrassing thing that has happened to me.” I said and Evan shrugged his shoulders, smiling at me.

“More embarrassing than tripping over a tree root and falling face first?” Evan muttered and I gasped, lightly whacking his chest.

“You’re the worst.” I exclaimed, and Evan chuckled, his smile wider and brighter.

We walked briskly, our conjoined hands swinging slightly. Evan pointed out his house and we walked up the driveway, which was surprisingly steep.

“Here we are.” Evan said, gesturing to the building. I nodded and reluctantly dropped his hand, sticking my hands in my pockets.

“I really enjoyed myself. Well, I always enjoy myself when I’m with you, but, you know what I mean.” I rambled, rocking back and forth awkwardly on my heels.

Evan chuckled and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek. “I had a great time. I’ll, uh, I’ll see you on Monday then?” Evan said and I nodded, taking a few steps away from the door.

“Yeah. I look forward to it.” I said and Evan smiled bashfully at me, twisting the doorknob.

“Goodnight Y/N.” He said, slipping behind the door. I let out a sigh and turned around, ready to walk home.

“Goodnight Evan.”

Those who are Broken | Chapter Eighteen

Everyone has a soulmate. Except the Broken.

Word count: 2710 

↬ How are you?

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Originally posted by gothdollysedits


“So, I heard you made out with Kook.”

You froze in your spot, eyes wide as if you were just caught stealing or cheating on someone. “Who told you that?” you asked, turning your head towards the brunette.

Taehyung smirked. “So you did.” He chuckled. “Jungkook came up to me and Jimin and practically apologized for kissing you. Jungkook never looked so scared in his entire life.” Taehyung shook his head, taking a bite out of his food.

Luckily today both of you were given lunchboxes by Seokjin.

You should meet him one day and thank him for the free, and definitely better food. You just need one of the guys to introduce you to him. You’ve never met him, and every little gathering the guys have, the two older ones were never able to make it. You would like to officially meet Seokjin since you dated, made out with, and is soulmates with three of his friends. You would also like to get to know Yoongi a bit more. You honestly don’t remember what he looks like.

“Don’t hate him. He was scared of his stalker,” you told him, closing your lunchbox.

“Cupcake, I’m not mad. Seeing how scared shitless Jungkook was of both me and Jimin, I felt bad for the kid. Plus, we’re not dating, so I can’t be mad who makes out, or fucks, my ex,” Taehyung casually said.

You let out a laugh of disbelief. “Thanks, Taehyung.”

Taehyung smiled, obviously satisfied with your reaction. “You’re welcome.” Taehyung took another bite of his food. “Jungkook told us what happened. No need to defend him. He made a smart choice in a situation that wouldn’t really hurt anyone.”

You stared at him for a moment, watching him as he chewed thoughtfully. “Would you have done that?”

He glanced up at you. “Done what?” he asked, food still in his mouth.

“If I wasn’t as close of a friend of yours—like if our relationship is like the one I share with Jungkook, would you have let me kiss you?” you asked him, resting your arms on the table.

Taehyung sat up fully, eyes focused on you. He watched you for a moment. As if he was taking your question seriously and thoughtfully rather than joke around like he normally would. “Yes,” he told you so confidently, so calmly it was surprising. “If I knew you had a stalker you didn’t want around, and you kissed me in order to get them to stop stalking you, I’d let you kiss me any day. Even if you were Jungkook.”

“Huh.” You relaxed your body. His statement completely caught you off guard. Honestly, you were not expecting it.

“I wouldn’t mind making out with you right now.”

There it is. Typical Taehyung.

“You are such a little—”

“Hey Jimin,” Taehyung said, looking up past you. You froze, eyes wide. He’s here? The two of you basically haven’t talked since you confessed. When he saw that you refused to move, Taehyung snorted. “You are so gullible,” he told you, propping an elbow on the table to rest his chin in his open palm.

You felt your jaw slightly drop in disbelief. “Fuck you,” you whispered harshly.

“What time, Cupcake?” He winked.

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Blossoming Love

Originally posted by cuteguk

@xxsimplycutexx asked: Hi! can I request a BTS scenario where y/n kept her pregnancy as a secret from Jungkook but she ended up telling him one morning after feeling nauseous. Jungkook gets mad at y/n for not telling him but make it a happy ending please 😊 

Pairing: Jeongguk x reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Genre: angst, fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: i really hope you enjoy this and thank you so much for requesting! <3 writing this made me so soft ;;;;; thinking about Jeongguk being a soon-to-be father is so endearing!! i will possibly write little drabbles for this in the future :) also much love to @pluviasonnant for spamming me with quotes that helped me in writing this ❤︎


Positive.

Shit.

Two red lines stared back at you like two evil, red eyes, watching how your life was going recently but still decided to curse it more anyways.

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Surprise - Spock

Requested by anonymous.

You awoke to shuffling on the other side of the room. You smiled and rolled over to see Spock getting ready for the day, looking over at you as he got dressed.

“Morning,” you said sleepily. He smiled at you as he fixed his shirt. 

“Good morning.”

“What time is it?”

“Late,” Spock said, sitting down at the edge of the bed. “You overslept. Again.”

“I’ll be fine,” you said, sitting up in bed. You crawled across the covers and wrapped your arms around Spock, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “I wouldn’t have overslept if you hadn’t kept me up all night.”

“I didn’t hear any complaining,” Spock said, a small smirk growing on his face.

“No,” you said, standing up. “You’re right. But you’re wrong about one thing, I’m not going to be late.”

“Why not?”

“Because even if I am, my husband won’t rat me out,” you said, pulling your blue dress over your shoulders. “No matter how much he cares about following rules.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” he said, walking towards you, wrapping his arm around your waist. You leaned up and kissed his lips passionately, a little reminder of the night before.

“You better get going,” you said, looking over at the clock. “I promise I won’t be late.”

“Okay, I’ll see you soon,” Spock said, smiling at you. 


“Y/N, I was beginning to think you abandoned me,” Jim said, spinning around in his chair. You smiled and stood next to him.

“I could never abandon you. What’s going on?”

“Well, we just sent Spock down to meet with the ambassador of the planet.” You took a breath and looked down at the tablet in your hand, trying to watch Spock’s movement.

“Ya know, you look especially beautiful today,” Jim said. You looked up from the tablet and he winked at you.

“Thanks, captain.”

“It takes away from the fact that you were late this morning.” You bumped your hip against his chair and bit back a smile. “Don’t worry, I don’t care.”

“Thanks, Jim.”

“Yeah, you can make it up by going on a date with me,” he said. 

“I can what?!” you asked as the tablet beeped. You looked down and saw a message from a member of the team that went down to the planet. 

“I mean, I do have a pretty good reput-”

“Jim, shut up!” You tapped the pad until the video message appeared on the big screen. You adjusted some controls until the picture came through.

“Chekov,” Jim said, turning his attention away from you and towards the screen. 

“Allo, captin,” he said with a smile.

“What’s going on?”

“We were meeting with the ambassador when there was incoming fire from a hidden Romulan ship. We have neutralized the situation and taken care of the foreign ambassadors.”

“Is everyone alright?” you asked, stepping into the frame.

“Mr. Spock took a hit to his side, but everyone else is okay.”

“Send him up,” you said immediately. Jim looked at you curiously but nodded.

“I agree with Ms. Y/L/N, I’ll send word to Scotty and he’ll beam you up. Thanks, Chekov.”

“You’re welcome, captin.” Jim flipped a few more controls and turned off the screen.

“Okay, so I’ll go down to Scotty,” you said, halfway towards the door. Jim laughed and followed you, grabbing onto your arm.

“No, I’ll go see Scotty. You head down to Med Bay and get Bones prepped.” You nodded and looked down. Jim’s hands moved up to your shoulders and made you look at him.

“Hey, he’s gonna be okay.”

“I know, I know,” you said, clearing your thoughts. “Thanks, Jim.”

“Of course. And to repay me-”

“I’m not going on a date with you!” you said, stepping into the elevator. 

“Why not?!” Jim asked as the doors closed. You smiled to yourself and waited patiently until the doors opened on the Med Bay floor. As soon as they slid open, you sped down the hallway. You burst into the white facility and walked towards Nurse Chapel.

“Y/N. What are you doing down here?” she asked.

“Where’s Leonard?”

“He’s in his office. Are you okay?”

“Not really. Thanks,” you said, walking away from the nurse who was giving you a suspicious look. You knocked on Leonard’s office door frantically until he opened up.

“Dear god, woman, what’s wrong?”

“Spock.”

“Yes, Spock is usually wrong but-”

“No, he was shot. Scotty is working on beaming him up.” Leonard’s eyes widened and he walked out of his office.

“Chapel, I need you to get surgery room one ready,” he said, slipping on a medical shirt and gloves. “Y/N,” he said, turning towards you.

“Yeah?”

“You need to get out of here.”

“What? Why?” 

“Only family is allowed during surgery.”

“Surgery? You haven’t even seen him yet.”

“Y/N, he got shot at, I’m gonna have to do surgery. And you can’t be here,” he repeated.

“Jim will be here!” you argued.

“Jim’s the captain.”

“I’m his wife!” Leonard stopped what he was doing and looked up at you. You made eye contact with him, realizing what you said.

“What?”

“I’m his wife,” you repeated.

“Since when?” he asked, blinking repeatedly. You grabbed his arm and pulled him to a secluded corner.

“Since the academy.”

“And you’ve never told anyone?”

“No, because it’s not anyone else’s business. Please, keep it between the two of us.” Leonard sighed and folded his arms.

“Okay, fine. You can be there during surgery, but you’ll have to come up with an excuse for Jim.”

“Don’t worry, he’s been trying to ask me out all day,” you said as the doors to Med Bay opened. “He won’t mind if I’m there.”

You followed Leonard towards the commotion and saw Spock laying on a stretcher. There was blood seeping from his side and he looked up as you as they wheeled him in.

The smallest crack of a smile spread on his face as they rolled him along. You instinctively walked towards him but stopped when Jim stood in front of you.

“Y/N.”

“Hey,” you said, your eyes still following Spock.

“Hey, Y/N, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just wanna make sure that Spock’s okay.”

“Don’t worry, me too,” he said, touching your arms again. 

“I’m gonna watch the surgery,” you said, walking away from Jim and into the viewing room. Jim walked up next to you and crossed his arms. You nervously bit your nail as they started to prep him. 

“Y/N,” Jim said, bumping into you. “He’s gonna be okay.”

“I hope so.”


“Hey, how’s he doing?” you asked as soon as Leonard walked out of the surgery room. 

“He’s stable. We got the bullet out and he’s in recovery now.”

“Can I see him?” you asked. Jim looked at you strangely and smacked your arm.

“Give him some time, Y/N. He doesn’t need to get back to work right away.” You rolled your eyes and turned back to Leonard.

“Please.” He sighed and nodded.

“Just for a little while.”

“Thank you,” you said, rushing towards the door. It slid open and Spock turned to face you.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hey, how are you feeling,” you asked, running a hand through his hair. 

“I’m fine,” he said, moving your hand. You sighed, knowing that he was trying to keep up appearances. 

“I was worried about you,” you said just above a whisper. He took your hand in his and smiled at you.

“I’m fine,” he said again. 

“I told Leonard about us,” you blurted out.

“You did?” he asked, his face changing expression as little as it could.

“Yeah.” Spock opened his mouth to say something but closed it a moment later. His hand grabbed onto your chin and tilted your head up ever so slightly. 

“Good,” he said before bringing his lips to yours. You kissed him softly, something you had been wanting to do since you heard the news. When a thud sounded from the hall you pulled away. 

The door opened and Jim walked in with his mouth opened. You turned to look at him and tried to say something but Spock spoke first.

“Captain, I understand why you might be angry. It was unfair of Y/N and myself to hide our marriage from you.”

“Marriage?!” Jim asked, looking between the two of you. 

“Yes, Y/N is my wife,” Spock said. 

“So that’s why you wouldn’t go on a date with me,” Jim said.

“You asked Y/N out on a date?”

“Yes,” you said. “And yes, that’s why I wouldn’t go on a date with you.”

“That’s the only reason?” Spock asked with a smirk. You looked back on him and smiled.

“Of course it’s not,” you whispered. 

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” Jim said, pulling your attention.

“No offense, Captain, but it’s not mandatory to tell you.”

“What Spock means,” you said, walking towards Jim and putting an arm around him. “Is that our personal lives are our own, and we’re sorry we didn’t tell you. But you know now.”

“Okay, okay, you’re lucky you got shot. I can’t be mad at someone who almost died.”

“I did not almost die.” You shushed Spock and walked back over to him.

“Thank you, Jim.”

“Yeah, just watch Spock and we can talk about this later. You can make it up to me by going on a date with me.” You and Spock both shot him a look and he smiled.

“Just kidding.” The doors closed behind him and you turned back to Spock.

“Jim and I are friends but I’m getting a feeling that I should punch him.” You raised your eyebrows and laughed at Spock.

“Don’t worry, Jim’s been asking me out for years, my heart only belongs to you,” you said, leaning up to kiss him. Spock pulled away with a smile before his face fell.

“For years?!”

CAN I SEE THE MANAGER PLEASE???

Happy Thursday my fellow tumblerina’s!! It has been a while since I posted here, but decided that today was your lucky day!! I have been bouncing around and reading different blogs today, and thought to myself…is everyone experiencing PMS?? I am reminded of something that my hubs said to me one time when I was bitching about how long I stood in line at Target, and the cashier was, as we say in the south….as slow as cream rising! I would later learn that the registers had all been changed out, but not programmed correctly and the young lady was double checking everything she was ringing up to make sure the items were the right price. My hubby’s point was quite simple….don’t blame the cashier, she just works there. She is not responsible for programming their registers. Call the manager and lodge your complaint, and just get the hell out of that line if you don’t want to wait! I was quite miffed with the hubs over his mini set down ( I AM the experienced shopper in our household…thank you very much!), but after getting over my mad at the hubs for making a valid point, I found my chill.

That is how I feel about OL right now. Quite honestly, I enjoyed seeing the video from Sam and Cait today! I love seeing them on-set, and the addition of Fersali charging in was sheer fun! I happen to be a fan of this show, and their portrayal of the two lead characters slays me every time I watch them. I am thankful for their work on this series, and I am looking forward to S3. I loved the video, and I hope we get more!

As for show promo, that is on Starz. That is their job! And, as we all know, they suck at it. I do not put that on Sam or Cait’s shoulders because there are many “managers” who should carry that burden instead. So, if Starz happens to read this, I would recommend they step it up. They have a big season ahead of them, and they need to put their money where their mouth is, and that is to engage and entertain their fan base.

And while we are on the subject today, I have no problem with Sam or Cait promoting their charities on their SM platforms. Their platform, their choice. Don’t we feel the same when others try to tell us what to say on our blogs? Well, fuck that! Just like us, that is their space, and I applaud those efforts. It doesn’t mean that I have to participate, or donate, but I can appreciate being an informed fan.

So, I am taking my own advice, and and that is to enjoy some promo for World Outlander Day. After that, I will go outside and water my flowers since it has been so dry down south. And then, try to remember not to bitch when it rains!

Happy World Outlander Day sweet shipsters! Now, if I can just figure out those coconuts!!🌞🌴😙💛

The Suit

Request: 

I found it better to send a message to facilitate sending the image. 😊 First: I love how you write 😙 Second: Could you do a fluff-smut with Tony based on that pic?! Would be great! thanks 😘


Tony Stark x Reader

Word Count: ~1700

Warnings: Smut [oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex], Fluff, tiny bits of angst

A/N: Thank you @bigbadwolfhale for the request! I hope this is everything you hoped it would be, and I’m sorry it took so long. 


“I can’t believe you’re wearing that.” You mutter, laughing softly as you raise your drink to your lips.

“You know you like it.” Tony teases.

His arm is stretched out on the bar behind you. You feel his fingertips brush against your skin.

“But it’s the suit, Tony.”

“I know.”

“And you know what people call that suit.”

“I know.”

“Then why wear it?”

“Because you were the one who wanted to keep us a secret, and I have appearances to maintain.”

Before you can reply, a fresh drink is placed beside Tony. When he turns to look from the glass to the bartender, the guy points down the bar to a trio of women – two blondes and one brunette. The brunette waves at Tony. He smiles, picking up the glass and raising it in thanks.

“Nice to know where your priorities lie.”

You finish your drink is one last gulp, setting the glass down and leaving Tony behind. You push through the small crowd to where the others are sitting. You settle on the couch next to Natasha, resting your head on her shoulder and keeping your eyes on the bar. You sigh as you watch Tony make his way toward that brunette.

“You want me to kick his ass?” she says, resting her hand on your knee.

“No,” you sigh, “but I think I’m gonna go home.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m kinda over this.”

When you stand up, turning to wish everyone a good night, Steve offers to drive you back.

“I was just going to catch a cab…”

“Really, I insist. Bucky’s been ready to go for the last half hour anyway.”

You glance over at the brunette super soldier to find him laying on Steve’s shoulder, a bored look plain across his face. You smile when he looks up at you, a tired smile turning up his lips. You nod and agree to ride back with them.

“Let’s go home, Buck.” Steve whispers, giving Bucky’s thigh a gentle shake.

Bucky nods and stands up, moving to stand at your side. The three of you bid everyone else a good night and leave together. You look back to the bar one last time to find Tony staring after you, a sad look on his face. His demeanor quickly changes when the brunette puts her hand on his forearm and lets out a laugh.

Steve puts his hand against the center of your back.

“Let’s go, doll.”

His tone is apologetic, his touch comforting as you let him lead you out to the car.


Bucky goes straight to bed, giving Steve a gentle good night kiss. You excuse yourself to change into something more comfortable. When you come back out, you find Steve in the kitchen, standing in front of the stove and stirring something in a pot.

“Hot chocolate.” He says, glancing over his shoulder at you, “It always makes me feel better.”

“Thanks.” You mutter, pulling yourself up onto the counter.

He turns the stove off and pulls down two mugs. You watch him fill them both before picking one up and offering it to you. You thank him again as you take it.

“You wanna talk about it?” he asks, lifting his own cup from the counter.

“It’s my own fault. I wanted to keep things a secret. I shouldn’t get mad when people show him attention.”

“Except he should take your feelings into account. Bucky and I aren’t exactly public either, but we don’t flirt with other people when we’re out.”

You shrug, staring down into your mug.

“If he’s hurting you like this, maybe you’re better off without him.”

“I love him, Steve.” You circle the rim of the cup with your fingers a couple of times before looking up to meet Steve’s eyes. “I know he loves me too. I mean, he’s so different when it’s just us.”

“I’ve seen the way he looks at you,” Steve’s gaze goes over your head, “but he needs to get his priorities in order.”

You follow his gaze with your own to find Tony standing there, jacket in hand and a regretful expression on his face.

“Can I talk you?”

“I guess.”

Steve gives you one last reassuring smile and excuses himself from the room.

Everything is quiet for a minute. Then you hear Tony sigh only a few seconds before his footsteps begin to draw near. Then he’s standing in front of you, hesitating, at first, to place his hands on your knees. You flinch at his touch which nearly causes him to pull back.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, his eyes still downcast.

“For what?” You shrug, setting your mug of cold chocolate on the counter, “I mean, you were right. I was the one who wanted to keep us a secret.” You slide off the counter, causing him to take a step back, “I shouldn’t get mad whenever someone flirts with you.”

“I understand why you got upset though.”

You scoff, “Do you?”

“I was out of line accepting that drink. I was out of line even acknowledging that girl, let alone talking to her. Hell, I was out of line from the beginning by putting on this stupid suit. I should never have put my reputation ahead of your feelings.”

You bite your lip, looking down at your feet, “I don’t want to be a secret anymore, Tony.”

“I’m ready to tell the world.” He takes your chin in his hand, raising your gaze to meet his, “I love you.”

You smile, “I love you.”

He smiles, moving his hand to cradle your face more completely before pressing his lips against yours. You hook your fingers through his belt loops to pull him closer. He chuckles softly into the kiss, pulling back a bit but placing several small pecks to your lips.

“What do you say we take this elsewhere?” he asks, his voice low.

You bite your lip and nod, not trusting your voice to come out steady.


Lost in a flurry of desperate kisses and groping hands, your clothes are left strewn about Tony’s apartment, starting at the elevator doors and going into his bedroom.

You lie flat in the center of his bed, giggling as his beard tickles the inside of your thighs, his lips leaving a trail of kisses up and over your hip. You writhe beneath him, looking down at him. Your eyes meet his, and he smiles.

You gasp, jumping a bit when his mouth is suddenly on you, his tongue moving in small circles around the most sensitive parts of your body. Your fingers glide through his hair, fisting into it when he goes just a little lower. You press your head back into the pillow, rolling your hips up and silently begging for more.

More is what you get when his lips move back to your thigh and his fingers reach deep inside you. He keeps his movements slow and deliberate, easing you gently to the edge.

His lips find yours in a tender kiss. A moment later, you’re turning away, your lips parted as you let out a slow, shaky breath. His kiss, instead, finds your neck, his lips ghosting over your pulse point and across your collar bone.

The knot that’s been forming in your lower abdomen finally snaps. His movements don’t cease until your body stops shaking and you loosen the grip you had on him. His lips find yours yet again as he pulls his hand away.

His fingertips dig into your hip, his body settled between your parted thighs. He grinds his hips into yours, offering a bit of friction against your already sensitive core.

You whine his name, begging, “Please…”

He raises his hips just enough to reach between you. Your heel presses to the small of his back as he positions himself and slowly begins to slide home. Buried to the hilt, his hips flush to yours, his head drops to your shoulder as he groans softly, his lips barely touching your skin as he kisses your collarbone again.

The sound of your moans fills the room as he moves back and forth inside of you. Your thighs are tight around his hips as you meet him thrust for thrust.

You cup his cheek in your hand, guiding his lips back to yours. Then his forehead is pressed to yours, his eyes going back and forth from being focused on yours to being focused on where your bodies meet.

His hand ventures down between you, his fingers finding the swollen bundle of nerves hidden there. He rubs it in small circles, drawing small sounds of pleasure from you.

Your breaths become to come faster as your next climax gets closer and closer. The tension in his body shows just how close he is too. You get there first, and the clenching of your walls around his length brings him crashing down with you.

You hold his face in your hands. He has one hand against your cheek, the other holding loosely to your hip. You share a few lazy kisses between short gasps of breath. You take a deep breath as he pulls out and moves to rest beside you. You roll over to rest your head on his chest, his arm wrapping around you so that his hand still sits on your hip.

“I really am sorry.” He says, breaking the silence in the room.

“I know.” Your fingertips trace the shallow lines of his abdomen, “Get rid of the suit.”

“I’m not getting rid of the suit.”

“Do it or I’ll set it on fire and make you watch.”

“What is throwing out the suit going to solve?”

“Nothing, really. It’ll just make me feel better.”

He falls silent for a moment before sighing heavily, “Fine. Consider it gone.”

You smile and turn your head to kiss his chest, just over his heart, “I love you.”

He kisses the top of your head, and you can hear the smile in his voice when he says, “I love you too.”


TONY STARK X READER MASTERLIST (TAGLIST PERMANENTLY OPEN)


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Alexander Nylander - Permission Part Five

(I MADE THIS GIF BE PROUD OF ME)

Word Count: 1700

Warnings: A lot of cursing. Angry Kappy. 

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten



The following week had been uneventful. Work and errands seeming to take over all the days passing. You’ve noticed that recently you’ve been feeling motivated though. That you’re genuinely happy. Not a day goes by where you worry. You were enjoying life. You even got the chance to finally rearrange your living room to fit your personality better.

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Garrett and Marian - Legacy Banters
  • Marian: Well... not quite how I imagined this family reunion going. I was envisioning more hugs and maybe some wine over dinner. Not attempted assassinations
  • Carver: Really? You think this is so abnormal for our family?
  • Marian: Well you got me there
  • ---
  • Bethany: What could our father have to do with this mess? The Carta have had more than enough time to try and find us
  • Garrett: I imagine that having two Champions of Kirkwall with the last name Hawke may have tipped them off
  • Bethany: But it's been three years since you and sis defeated the Arishok. Why wait that long?
  • Marian: Well I don't know about you, but if I was going to go after the people who killed an Arishok then I'd probably want to make a little time for planning, wouldn't you?
  • Carver: Do these morons strike you as the sensible type?
  • Marian: Two points in one day Carver? Don't tell me the Templars are actually drilling some wit into that skull of yours
  • Carver: *laughs* At least /my/ wit makes a point, dear sister
  • Bethany: Ooh, that had to hurt
  • Garrett: Do you need some healing for that one, Marian?
  • Marian: Oh shove off, all of you
  • ---
  • Garrett: And we're back in the Deep Roads
  • Marian: Oh it's not that bad. I mean... Look at all the... Ugh, no, you're right this is terrible. Let's all promise never to go to the Deep Roads after this. Three times is enough
  • Garrett: Three times? When was the second?
  • Marian: Um... well...
  • Carver and Bethany: *sing song voices* Somebody's in trouble
  • ---
  • Bethany: Varric wrote to me the other day
  • Garrett: Telling another of his stories, I bet. Was it the one about the high dragon, because that didn't really-
  • Bethany: No. He was giving me an update. On you, actually. I was... worried, so I wrote to him and asked
  • Garrett: I'm fine Beth. Really
  • Bethany: No you're not. Not yet. But I know you, and if anyone can get past it, you can
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • ---
  • Carver: You might want to be watch yourself, Garrett
  • Garrett: How come?
  • Carver: Ever since you sided with Orsino the other day, there's been... Rumours. Meredith isn't happy with you, and it's only because she allows it that you're still free
  • Garrett: So is she going to have me dragged to the Circle, or is she getting the Brand ready now?
  • Fenris: Don't say that
  • Carver: I would never let it get that far. But I thought I'd warn you, just in case you were thinking about making her mad
  • Garrett: I appreciate you telling me Carver. Don't worry. I'll be careful
  • ---
  • *after completing Malcolm's Will*
  • Marian: So... the stonework down here is... lovely, isn't it?
  • Carver: Not now, Mary
  • Marian: I was only... Alright
  • ---
  • Marian: Are you okay, Gary?
  • Garrett: I'm fine... Just...
  • Marian: He loved you. And Bethany. He'd be so proud of you
  • Garrett: You sound so sure of that
  • Marian: Of course I am. Because it's true. And don't let that nasty shit in your head tell you otherwise - it's a liar, remember
  • Garrett: *chuckles* Alright
  • Bethany: Be careful sister, people might think you've got a heart after all
  • Marian: *dramatically* Oh no! *clutches chest* I think... I think I'm getting feelings! Quick, someone beat them out of me!
  • Carver: *laughs* You be careful what you wish for sister
  • Isabela: I'd rather ride them out of you
  • Garrett: Ah, and there's the dirty line. I was starting to worry something was wrong Bela
  • Isabela: And you're as sweet as ever, Garrett
  • ---
  • Varric: Twenty silvers, that's my final offer. Take it or leave it Elf
  • Marian: What are you betting on, and why am I getting left out of it?
  • Varric: You want in? We're betting on what it'll take to get Junior and Waffles to hug
  • Garrett: *groans* You're not calling me 'Waffles' again, are you?
  • Varric: I have to. Every time I say 'Hawke' all four of you turn around. I'm being considerate
  • Carver: I bet there's /someone/ here who'd like to see him covered in syrup
  • Garrett: Carver!
  • Fenris: *embarrassed noises*
  • Isabela: Ooh, new friend-fiction idea!
  • Garrett: Don't you even dare!
  • Isabela: Too late, already dared. Can we make camp? I need to make notes
  • ---
  • Varric: Hey, Rivaini, I'm expecting royalties if that friend-fiction of yours gets published
  • Carver: When you didn't even come up with it?
  • Varric: You wouldn't have brought up syrup if I didn't call him Waffles
  • Garrett: Maker save me...
  • Bethany: And me...
  • Marian: Usually I like dirty things... But this is too far, even for me
  • Isabela: Are you saying you wouldn't like it if /I/ were covered in syrup?
  • Marian: Oh I'm sorry. I didn't realise you were my very hairy twin brother, Bela
  • Isabela: Well when you put it that way...
  • ---
  • Isabela: I always thought we were the loud ones, you know
  • Fenris: What?
  • Marian: I know right. Maybe they're just less shy about it now
  • Garrett: Do I want to know?
  • Isabela: You already know. Or did you deafen yourself?
  • Marian: To think, they don't need us shouting encouragement through the wall anymore. I'm so proud
  • Isabela: Our boys are growing up so fast. Maybe next they'll master foreplay
  • Carver: Oh Maker, I do not want to hear this
  • Bethany: Neither do I
  • Garrett: *loudly* And I would be very happy if we could stop talking about this. Right now
  • Isabela: Yeah, see. That kind of loud
  • Fenris: *deadpan* If you're so fascinated by Garrett being loud, then you must not be doing a very good job at making Marian scream, Isabela
  • Marian: Oooooooo
  • Isabela: Oh, you snarky little shit
  • Bethany: *loudly* If we could stop discussing my older brother's and sister's sex lives, I would appreciate it
  • Carver: *loudly* Oh look, more darkspawn. Let's kill them so we can stop talking about this
  • ---
  • Marian: So our choices are the nice, Tainted madman, or the mage who wants to let a darkspawn magister out of his hole in the ground? Why can we never make nice decisions, like what kind of wine to have with dinner?
  • Fenris: I agree. It is the only decision worth making
  • Marian: When you're not throwing it at the walls, I assume?
  • Fenris: That was six years ago
  • Marian: And you never offered me a glass
  • Fenris: You are recycling jokes now? Has the great Marian Hawke's wit finally lost it's edge?
  • Marian: Ooh, you are just asking for it now
  • ---
  • Varric: You okay Garrett? You've been a bit quiet since-
  • Garrett: I'm fine Varric. There's more important things to be worried about right now
  • Varric: It's not easy to realise that someone you looked up to wasn't quite what you imagined. You ever need to talk, you know where my suite is
  • ---
  • Isabela: So... is no one going to bring up the fact that Varric called Garrett by his name earlier?
  • Varric: What are you talking about Rivaini? Waffles and I were just having a friendly chat
  • Isabela: Don't bullshit me. You called him Garrett. I heard you
  • Varric: That doesn't sound like me, Rivaini
  • Marian: He called you by your name when Velasco carted you off to Castillon
  • Isabela: What?! No fair, I didn't get to hear!
  • ---
  • Bethany: Are you sure about this, brother?
  • Garrett: It has to be done
  • Bethany: I could do it. I am a Hawke after all, and a mage. You don't need to-
  • Garrett: No, Bethany
  • Bethany: But-!
  • Garrett: Bethy, if I let you use blood magic, I'd never be able to live with myself
  • Bethany: And if you do it, will you be able to live with it?
  • Garrett: I'd rather it be me than you
  • ---
  • Varric: If he pulls a dragon out of his ass, I'm leaving!
  • Marian: Oh great, and now he's almost certain to pull a dragon out of his arse! Way to go Varric
  • ---
  • Bethany: Here, you didn't get a chance to close that wound earlier
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • Fenris: I just hope it was worth it
  • Marian: Well we /did/ just kill a darkspawn magister. I can't wait to hear how Varric tells this one
  • Varric: Well I doubt I'll have to exaggerate a damn thing, considering how weird this shit is
  • Fenris: That isn't what I meant...
  • Garrett: I'd have avoided it if I could, but someone had to. And if it meant sparing my little sister from that...
  • Fenris: I understand. But... Please, just be more careful from now on
  • Garrett: I will, I promise
  • Isabela: You two are so sappy... It's actually rather cute
Masks • H.S.

Originally posted by solo-harry

“This one’s expensive, s’good for your skin.” I smiled, dipping my fingers into the pot of thick white cream before bringing them up to his face, carefully applying the mask onto his face, skipping over his upper lip where he had those little hairs. His hair was pushed back by one of my workout headbands, the hot pink suiting him well. “Once it gets all crusty it’s all done.”

He hummed, lightly nodding, trying not to move too much since I was still applying the mask to his already baby soft skin. Every Friday night you two would do this, shower together, pamper yourselves, before laying in bed watching a romantic comedy together, laughing and cooing at the on-screen couple.

Tonight was The Proposal, a classic neither of us had seen in years.

I screwed the jar shut and set it on the counter, watching Harry watch himself in the mirror, moving his face around in weird motions to test out the mask. I giggled, pulling out my phone and swiping the camera up, getting closer to him as he wrapped and arm around my waist, making a funny face in the mirror as I actually posed, snapping a few pictures before shutting my phone off and allowing him to drag me back into the bedroom. 

We sat on the bed, not wanting to turn the movie on just yet, waiting to take the mask off so we could truly get comfortable. With my knees touching his shins as we both sat cross-legged, we scrolled through your phones, occasionally scrolling past a funny post and sharing it with one another.

I was about to get up to wipe the mask off my face when he shoved his phone in my face, a video of a bird walking in circles, talking to itself practically on the screen making the both of us burst out into laughter.

“Know who tha’ reminds me of?” He asked, following me into the bathroom to where I was about to wash off the mask.

“Who? Niall?” I laughed, watching as he dramatically shook his head.

“No, s’you because you talk to yourself a lot.” He chuckled to himself, hearing a gasp and a hard kick to the leg from me. How dare he, he’s practically calling me stupid, however, I knew he was playing, just making fun of me because I was the closet.

“Fuck you.” I laughed, scrubbing my face free of the mask and wiping my face clean with the towel, watching as he did the same.

“Maybe after the movie?” He offered with a straight face, drying his face with the towel I offered him. I rolled my eyes at his teenage boy response, scoffing and watching him laugh to himself.

But the thing is, he was probably right. The night usually ended with you two under the sheets making the cold night warmer with slow kisses and soft touches while the movie credits rolled in the background. Friday nights were for the two of you, the intimacy not being lost once the clock rolled around to 12 a.m. It would’ve only started.


I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU GUYS! Absolutely mad, the amount of love I received on my last imagine is amazing and I’m so blessed. Thank you, friends, new and old, for supporting me and my crazy thoughts. <3 More to come!

anonymous asked:

1/3 Hi! First of all I wanted to confess I absolutely adore your blog, I'm always excited when you published a new post. It seems that you've been following J2 from the start, so I'm wondering do you think they are acting bolder now? Especially Jensen, he has dropped so many bombs since, I don't know, S10? The “No, not ‘hey guys’. This is for us.” and "damn is he loveable" and the almost kiss...Jensen has no shame at all, I love him.


Dear Anon,

Please accept this gift

as my apologies for taking forever and a day, as that beautiful Oasis song, and please don’t go away.

Thank you for your lovely words and I’m glad my ramblings make sense to you. There’s a name for that condition tho, when two people share in each other’s craziness, my dear friend Freud called it folie à deux.

I guess it shows that my J2 Madness has been with me for long. Yes, J2 chemistry got me good and hard on the first episode of SPN that I watched, back in 2005. I remember looking at Jensen, especially, and thinking: “man… That boy is a good actor but I guess he didn’t get that look quite right. That’s not how you look at your brother.” So, the what’s wrong with this picture made me search for the actors and, sure enough, there were rumors, of course. As for me, well…

But let’s get to your question. You’re absolutely right:  the Js have been acting bolder and bolder, especially after the move to Austin, the #AustinEra. Jensen has let his Alpha show after his Beta’s breakdown in 2015; he may have managed to avoid his boy’s breakdown in 2014 but it eventually exploded in the following year. I’d say the events that lead to Jensen’s move to Austin, made him show to the world he is an Alpha through and through—and what an amazing Alpha he is! After the 2015 Breakdown, his Alpha became even more dominant and it is now impossible, at least for me, to see him as anything but.

During the early years of J2, Jensen was much more reserved to the outer world but at the same time, they couldn’t help but show how in love they were—the difference is that they were mostly free men and the rumors didn’t fly above the radar. Their chemistry bled through the characters and all was well until people started talking. J2 were not careful. Vancouver is a liberal town with people who really don’t bother with your gayness or fame, so they started being sloppy. They ended up drawing attention from a then famous gossiper, Ted Casablanca, who probably had an ITK source, and waited until the boys premiered the movies they had filmed to start gossiping about them, linking them to Blind Vices.


Let me just make a quick pit stop here and tell you that half this info is true and the other half either a case of misinformation or purposefully twisted for effect. Jared (supposedly Judas) would never have acted like that towards Jensen. J2 were always a unit, there was nothing one would do behind the other’s back; what we see now has always been their M.O. Those were difficult times for them but they were fighting together, not against each other. So read the blinds but with a grain of salt.


The Js indeed, rumor has it, were pressured to take measures to cover their relationship, as early as 2008. Take this resurrected thread on spn_gossip, for instance:

Anon 1:

Anon 2:

As for Jensen “I Don’t Give A Fuck” Ackles, I’m pretty sure he’s had it with bearding and PR. He’s suffered the pains of hiding himself and has seen more than his share of suffering from his loved one. I’ll tell you what: there is no need for damage control for their slips simply because the marriages, kids and wife stans have given those boys free rein to even kiss on a Con stage, I’d say. We see it every day when TinHats point something out and are attacked by #Hetards defending J2’s heterosexuality.

Most of all, I think Jesen IDGAF Ackles has had it with #Hetards. They started off just being an annoying source of awkward laughter but are now a source of second-hand embarrassment, managing to be annoying to the point of repeating stupid same questions again

and again:

And always being unceremoniously squashed by our Alpha (All hail to you, KingJensen!).

I know that 2017 seems to have started with two left feet but nothing the Js do is unplanned. These men are strategists and I believe the events we’ve seen since the beginning of the year are telling us J2 are laying the groundwork for the end of SPN, and the end of their bearding contracts. Just take a few things into consideration and a possible hidden meaning to them:

— Launching of Family Business –> DH’s and her family’s financial security

— G’s IG –> the fame she wants so much

— J2 not being seen outside work/Cons –> they’re not attached to the hip and they're obviously not together

J2 have 2017 and 2018 to carry out their plan and let their Beards walk on their own feet. Then, by the time episode 300 is done we will see changes. Do you want to bet?

Dear him,
Thank you for the 3 a.m. and the all night FaceTime calls.
Thank you for teaching me how to hit a baseball, and for the red hoodie that kept me warm in the cold weather.
Thank you for letting me laugh, cry, and be mad with you.
Thank you for holding me and telling me everything would be okay, even though it wouldn’t be.
Thank you for the amazing songs you’ve shown me, and for the movies I’ll continuously watch.
Thank you for the laughs, smiles, hugs, kisses, and love that I got to share with you.
Thank you for making me smile when I didn’t feel like moving.
Thank you for letting me meet your amazing family, and for letting me become a small part in it for a small amount of time.
Thank you for being by my side in my worst times.
Thank you for being my best friend, and for standing by my side through anything.
Thank you for putting up with me, and for coming into my life at a time when I didn’t even want to live.
Thank you for making me want to live again.
Thank you for saving me. Thank you for saving my life.
Thank you for changing me into the person that I am today.
Thank you for making me stronger and for helping me become the person I am today.
Thank you for coming into my life at the time I needed you most.
Thank you for being the best and one of the worst things that has ever happened to me.
Thank you for the amazing memories. Thank you for everything you’ve ever done for me. Thank you for being you.

And lastly, I thank you for loving me.

—  Thank you, Dustin.
Nemesis Mine

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Chapter 9. Simon.

‘Don’t leave,’ Baz grumbles, sleepily grasping at the back of my shirt. I let him pull me back towards the bed and press a kiss to his temple before dodging out of his grip.

‘Sorry, Baz, I’d rather stay with you, but I really need to go.’

‘Why,’ he slurs.

I laugh. ‘Just go back to sleep, okay?’ I walk over to the drawer and pull out a shirt.

‘Come back soon,’ he says, already drifting back to sleep.

‘I will.’

*

I get called out to the country to deal with an incident with a school bus. They’ve somehow managed to get it flipped onto its back over a creek, and I fly there as quickly as I can to help get everyone out. Once my superhero duties are done for the day, I return home to visit my family.

It’s just my father, Davy, living in a secluded house in the hills. He isn’t even there most of the time, running off on some errand or other that has to do with our family and the other superhero families, though I don’t really know what he does. I don’t see him very often.

From the moment I set foot in the house, it’s all business. He asks me to tell him every detail about my recent encounters with Basilton Pitch, which I do reluctantly. (I just hate talking about it. About him. He makes me so mad, and that scares me. And Davy… Davy makes it worse.)

When Davy finishes questioning me, he stands up and pats me on the back.

‘I’m proud of you, Simon,’ he says. ‘You’ve been doing a great job.’

I straighten up, blushing at the rare praise. ‘Thank you. That – that means a lot.’

He nods. ‘You can see yourself out, then. Remember to watch your back.’

He turns back towards his study, and any pride I felt immediately deflates. Watch your back. It sounds so ominous, and it stays with me the entire flight home.

*

Baz must have heard my footsteps down the corridor, because the door to room 61 opens before I’ve even found my key. He pulls me inside and pins me against the wall next to the door, swinging it closed with his foot.

‘About fucking time,’ he says, ducking his head and pressing his lips to mine.

I’m still distracted and it takes me a second to respond. I close my eyes and kiss him back fiercely, trying to pour everything I have into it. Wanting to make him feel everything I feel.

This is home. This is where I feel loved for who I am, and not for what I can do. This is where Baz sees all my flaws and never makes me feel lesser because of them. This is where I feel safe.

I pull away from the kiss and wrap my arms around his waist, burying my face in his chest and holding him tight. I can hear his heart beating in time with mine.

He strokes my hair, gently tugging his fingers through my curls.

‘Simon? Is everything okay?’

I nod. ‘Yeah. Fine.’

He pulls away and bends down to meet my eyes. ‘Come on. Let’s talk about it.’ He grabs both of my hands and leads me over to sit on his bed. Then he looks at me, his gaze so attentive, and so patient, and how did I get so lucky?

‘Go on,’ he says. ‘Tell me what happened.’

‘Uh.’ I frown. ‘It’s just – just my father. He can be a bit…’

‘Hm?’ Baz says, prompting me to continue.

‘I just always feel like shit after I see him,’ I confess. Seeing Baz’s expression, I hurry to say, ‘he’s not mean or abusive or anything, he just… it’s like I come to see him, and once he’s got what he wanted, he just stops being interested. And I leave.’

Baz nods, squeezing my hands.

‘He has these expectations –’ I hesitate, trying to work this around in my head so I can explain the situation to Baz without letting him suspect anything. ‘I guess he just makes me worry about everything and feel like I’m going to disappoint him.’ Because maybe I won’t be good enough, and maybe I won’t beat Basilton. And then what? Who’ll replace me? There are no other Mage’s Men left who could take over my superhero duties. People could die if I’m not good enough. If I lose.

Baz pulls me closer, wrapping his arms around me, stroking my hair.

‘For what it’s worth, you are many things, Simon Salisbury, but never a disappointment.’

I wince at the name. (It was my mother’s maiden name.) (It’s not my real name.)

‘Thank you for saying that,’ I say. ‘And for – for making me feel like it might be true.’

We’re both quiet.

I don’t know how he does it. How he knows exactly what to say to make me feel better.

‘Hey, Baz,’ I say.

‘Hm?’

‘Thank you for helping me talk about it. I don’t usually like to talk about Davy, but it helps. With you.’

Baz coughs. ‘Davy?’

I look up.

‘My father,’ I clarify.

After a long moment of silence, I realise that Baz has gone completely still in my arms.

‘Baz?’

He stands up suddenly, pulling out of my grasp. He’s staring at me, his eyes wide, with shock or horror or some emotion that I don’t understand. His mouth twists and the only way I can describe the expression on his face is utter revulsion.

Fuck,’ he spits, and turns and runs out of the room.

Confused, I stare after him.

‘Baz!’ I yell once I get over my surprise, though he must be too far away to hear me by now.

I get off his bed and slowly walk back to mine, slumping against the wall. I guess it might have been something I said. It was probably nothing. He must have just remembered something and run off. Maybe I reminded him of some family issue of his own.

I sigh.

I suppose I’ll just have to wait for him to come back and explain what happened.

I’m sure it’s nothing.

anonymous asked:

On days when they're particularly mad at Batman, the Batbrats have been known to say how disappointed Alfred must be to watch the boy he raised run around as an emo bat furry in spandex. (You somewhat frequently are dating a lady who dresses up as a cat, you're a furry!)

Bruce: Dating a woman dressed as a cat does not make me a furry.

Jason: Dating said cat while dressed like a bat makes you exactly that.

Stephanie: Hey nice rhyme.

Jason: Thanks.

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👑✨my favorite Jaebum looks✨👑  #9

       ↳ “MAD” Fansigning Event @Suwon

So like funny story

Today I went to work (Real Sports Bar and Grill) with a funny feeling (almost like an inkling) that I would see a professional athlete walk in. Now, RS is owned by MLSE and Leafs/Raptors/TFC players come in, but not often. It’s not exactly surprising when they do, but I’ve been working there for six months now and I’m still not used to it.

ANYWAYS, I get to work and there are like 10 resos - the place is basically dead. Around about noon, Jake Gardiner and Lucy Cashin walk in and I recognize them immediately obviously. Jake asks if they can get a table and since it’s just the two of them I assume they’re on a date (though why they would come here for one I have no idea) but I say of course (duh) and I ask one of the other girls to take them to our lounge reserved for MLSE players while I let a manager know.

Before they walk off, Jake turns to me and says that there are a few more coming, and I ask how many and he says one or two, so I make a mental note that obviously my favourite human being in the world (aka Morgan Rielly if you didn’t know that you clearly haven’t been a follower for more than a day) so I say that’s fine and that we’ll send them over when they get here.

So Jake and Lucy walk off and about ten minutes later I see Morgan walk through the building doors because even though his head was down I recognized that damn Pittsburgh Pirates hat he always wears (I swear he doesn’t own a single other hat). He comes in and I have to literally tell myself to calm the fuck down under my breath.

Morgan walks in and looks at me standing at the hostess desk so I smile and say “They’re in Players Lounge.” And he smiles back (WITH THAT BIG TOOTHLESS GRIN FUCK MY LIFE) and says “Thanks.” And walks off towards PL.

Mitch Marner joined them about an hour later and they were watching March Madness and just chilling but I’m not gonna lie, Morgan made my entire day just by making eye contact with me

If you’re still reading this I commend you because that was long af. Also Raptors players came in too - Delon Wright, Patrick Patterson, the whole crew.

So that was my story of the day, thanks for listening as I vented lmao

Alive. (Alex Standall)

Title: Alive

Pairing: Alex Standall x Reader

Word Count: 613 words

Reader Gender: Female

Warnings: Swearing, mention of violence.

Summary: The reader and Alex have been friends, and she started dating a boy who hurts her fisically. One day, Alex decides to show her how a relationsip must feel.

Author’s Note: Hello, so this is my first imagine and I’m excited about it. Don’t be rude in case it’s too bad, I’m sorry.Requests are open.

“I brought some food, because I thought you must be hungry.” Alex said standing in the front door with a little smile. I let him in and just closed the door. He looked tired, and mostly like he was angry. He stared at me.

My arms were covered in bruises, and I looked skinnier than the last time he saw me. After a fight I had with my boyfriend, I stayed at home. My parents weren’t there almost always, and I could stay for days at my room expecting that my body would stop hurting. Alex never liked the dude I was dating, even when I never told him about the bruises.

“You looked terrible.” He said and his voice cracked at the end, while he held my face on his warm hands. I tried to smile and just look down.

“Are you staying tonight?” I asked and I walked to the living room. He slow followed me and we end up sitting next to each other. I opened the McDonald’s bag and start to ate the fries inside it. “Thanks for this.”

“Isn’t (your boyfriend’s name) here? I think he was taking care of you, that’s why I didn’t come the past days. If I had known you were here alone, I would have come on Monday or something.” He said worried and grabbed some fries of the bag.

“He isn’t my boyfriend anymore. We broke up on Monday.” I cleared.

“And, are you okay?” He asked and I turned to see him. He already knew the answer, but he tried to prove my weak and sluttered words, just like he did when he knew I was lying.

“You know.” I started saying but some tears start to come out. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey.” He got closer and hugged me. “I’m here now.”

I felt so bad. He told me about those tapes and I couldn’t tell him the true about how my own boyfriend hurted me so much, how he fucked me and then just if he was mad, or had a tough day I had to pay for everything.

“I promise that I won’t let him get closer to you anymore, okay?” He said really mad while I rested on his chest crying. Then I nod. “Look, now we can watch some movies, order even more food like a pizza or anything and I’ll make you feel much better.”

And just like he said, we watched some Disney movies, and we order a pizza. We spent there, while I cuddled with him and he stroked my hair slowly. Then I turned to stare at him.

“Thanks.” I said with a slow voice. “For staying, and all of this. But, why are you doing it? I know you liked me, but you don’t deserve someone like me as a girlfriend.” I never tried to make it sound rude, even it heard like it.

“I told you I liked you, and I would protect you.” He said patient.

“But, you were always here.”

And it was true. Everytime I had a bad time, I called him because he gave me peace and he gave me what I needed. I tried to comfort him too, just like he always did with me. I just, really like having Alex with me, here. I like Alex.

“Y/n, how you felt this afternoon with me?” He touched my cheek.

“Alive.”

“Then, Y/n, this is how a real relationship should feel.”

He got closer and stared at my eyes. He made a trail between my eyes and my lips. I got closer too. He caressed my cheek carefully until we finally kissed.

anonymous asked:

Your arts are amazing! Can you please draw Levi kissing Hanji unexpectedly? Like when he grabbed Hanji's hair to make her face closer to his? Thank youuuuuu! ❤

awwww thank you ;7;;; here you go ( ‘ v ‘ )b

//I’ve never actually watched attack on titan before so I have no idea who hanji is and I had to ask google about this scene //and I used the scene as reference of course

so i’m going to say something and feel free to tell me to fuck off but here it is. i really miss the twins and it’s weird because it’s not like i’ve ever known them personally but they let us into their lives in these small nuanced ways and them not being active on social media is kind of like not hearing from your friends for a while. and i am by no means saying that they need to be active for me to like them nor would i EVER wish they put social media and fans before their family, but i just mean it’s so strange how i they’ve had this effect on me and my life. like not hearing anything from them doesn’t make me mad, it makes me worry. i worry about if they’re safe or if they’re happy or how their dad is doing. they’ve been pretty quiet and it makes me realize how boring and uneventful my life was before i started watching their videos. there’s so much i wish i could sit down and say to them and thank them for and i know it’ll never happen but i just want them to know how very much they are loved by this fandom. it’s not a hollow thing. this love, this family, is very real and they deserve to know that.