the other one had a spelling error

Advanced English Vocabulary

jubilant (adj.) - extremely joyful, happy (The crowd was jubilant when the firefighter carried the woman from the flaming building.)

knell (n.) - the solemn sound of a bell, often indicating a death (Echoing throughout our village, the funeral knell made the grey day even more grim.)

lithe (adj.) - graceful, flexible, supple (Although the dancers were all outstanding, Joanna’s control of her lithe body was particularly impressive.)

lurid (adj.) - ghastly, sensational (Barry’s story, in which he described a character torturing his neighbour’s tortoise, was judged too lurid to be published on the English Library’s website.)

maverick (n.) - an independent, nonconformist person (John is a real maverick and always does things his own way.)

maxim (n.) - a common saying expressing a principle of conduct (Ms. Stone’s etiquette maxims are both entertaining and instructional.)

meticulous (adj.) - extremely careful with details (The ornate needlework in the bride’s gown was a product of meticulous handiwork.)

modicum (n.) - a small amount of something (Refusing to display even a modicum of sensitivity, Magda announced her boss’s affair to the entire office.)

morose (adj.) - gloomy or sullen (David’s morose nature made him very unpleasant to talk to.)

myriad (adj.) - consisting of a very great number (It was difficult to decide what to do on Saturday night because the city presented us with myriad possibilities for fun.)

nadir (n.) - the lowest point of something (My day was boring, but the nadir came when my new car was stolen.)

nominal (adj.) - trifling, insignificant (Because he was moving the following week and needed to get rid of his furniture more than he needed money, Kim sold everything for anominal price.)

novice (n.) - a beginner, someone without training or experience (Because we were allnovices at archery, our instructor decided to begin with the basics

nuance (n.) - a slight variation in meaning, tone, expression (The nuances of the poem were not obvious to the casual reader, but the teacher was able to point them out.)

oblivious (adj.) - lacking consciousness or awareness of something (Oblivious to the burning smell emanating from the kitchen, my father did not notice that the rolls in the oven were burned until much too late.)

obsequious (adj.) - excessively compliant or submissive (Donald acted like Susan’s servant, obeying her every request in an obsequious manner.)

obtuse (adj.) - lacking quickness of sensibility or intellect (Political opponents warned that the prime minister’s obtuse approach to foreign policy would embroil the nation in mindless war.)

panacea (n.) - a remedy for all ills or difficulties (Doctors wish there was a single panacea for every disease, but sadly there is not.)

parody (n.) - a satirical imitation (A hush fell over the classroom when the teacher returned to find Magdalena acting out a parody of his teaching style.)

penchant (n.) - a tendency, partiality, preference (Fiona’s dinner parties quickly became monotonous on account of her penchant for Indian dishes.)

perusal (n.) - a careful examination, review (The actor agreed to accept the role after a three-month perusal of the movie script.)

plethora (n.) - an abundance, excess (The wedding banquet included a plethora of oysters piled almost three feet high.)

predilection  (n.) - a preference or inclination for something (James has a predilection for eating toad in the whole with tomato ketchup.)

quaint (adj.) - charmingly old-fashioned (Mary was delighted by the quaint bonnets she saw in Romania.)

rash (adj.) - hasty, incautious (It’s best to think things over calmly and thoroughly, rather than make rash decisions.)

refurbish (v.) - to restore, clean up (After being refurbished the old Triumph motorcycle commanded the handsome price of $6000.)

repudiate (v.) - to reject, refuse to accept (Tom made a strong case for an extension of his curfew, but his mother repudiated it with a few biting words.)

rife (adj.) - abundant (Surprisingly, the teacher’s writing was rife with spelling errors.)

salient (adj.) - significant, conspicuous (One of the salient differences between Alison and Helen is that Alison is a couple of kilos heavier.)

serendipity (n.) - luck, finding good things without looking for them (In an amazing bit of serendipity, penniless Mark found a $50 bill on the back seat of the bus.)

staid (adj.) - sedate, serious, self-restrained (The staid butler never changed his expression no matter what happened.)

superfluous (adj.) - exceeding what is necessary (Samantha had already won the campaign so her constant flattery of others was superfluous.)

sycophant (n.) - one who flatters for self-gain (Some see the people in the cabinet as the Prime Minister’s closest advisors, but others see them as sycophants.)

taciturn (adj.) - not inclined to talk (Though Magda never seems to stop talking, her brother is quite taciturn.)

truculent (adj.) - ready to fight, cruel (This club doesn’t really attract the dangerous types, so why was that bouncer being so truculent?)

umbrage (n.) - resentment, offence (He called me a lily-livered coward, and I took umbrage at the insult.)

venerable (adj.) - deserving of respect because of age or achievement (The venerable High Court judge had made several key rulings in landmark cases throughout the years.)

vex (v.) - to confuse or annoy (My boyfriend vexes me by pinching my bottom for hours on end.)

vociferous (adj.) - loud, boisterous (I’m tired of his vociferous whining so I’m breaking up with him.)

wanton (adj.) - undisciplined, lewd, lustful (Joanna’s wanton demeanor often made the frat guys next door very excited.)

zenith (n.) - the highest point, culminating point (I was too nice to tell Emily that she had reached the absolute zenith of her career with that one top 10 hit of hers.)

LOTF characters in Primary School:

Jack: Thinks he’s the hottest shit in the classroom, learned his ABC’s the fastest, never wants to play with his toys until someone else does (then they’re HIS toys), always has to be the king during king of the mountain or else he pushes you off the slide

Ralph: That one really oddly pretty little boy that behaves around adults and everyone thinks he’s the dream child but really he steals ur kids juice box and shoves the girls off the swing sets during recess so he can swing

Simon: The kid who braids grass and plays with ants and says the bugs are his friends. Brags about all his pets.

Roger: eats Simon’s bugs, cuts the tails off of lizards, bullies everyone, bitter child, the hellspawn parents thank God for not birthing

Piggy: that one dude who Naruto runs before collapsing after two seconds, plays trading card games with the other nerds, gets bullied, really smart, thinks he can defend himself but cAnnot

anonymous asked:

"He ran into my knife ten times" i'm???? JOLY N O

OKAY I’M SORRY BUT I’M CACKLING

Javert’s sitting at his desk in the office, rubbing his temples to push back a migraine as he listens to this godawful troop of student revolutionaries sing acapellas down the hall in their holding cells. 

He had detained them about an hour ago for causing a disturbance. He knows each of them by name, and can pick them out of crowd. He’s detained them all multiple times before, both as a group, or individually - and while there are a few that raise absolute hell when they’re detained (mainly the blond one. Enjolras, his mind supplies bitterly), they usually aren’t the barrel of trouble that he makes them out to be. A hassle, yes; a nuisance, absolutely. But they aren’t dangerous, nor are they violent. They aren’t involved with drugs or anything of the like, either. All in all, it could be worse. But Javert still needs to fill out reports on each and every one of them every time he hauls them in, and it’s not the most thrilling thing in the world. They aren’t making it easy, of course. But this is the first time they’ve resorted to singing.

He looks up at the clock in his office with a sense of dread about him. They’re required to stay for the standard 24-hour period; it’s been about an hour and twelve minutes, and he wouldn’t put it past them to work in shifts to stay awake and practice their musical numbers on him. They’re creative in the art of peaceful protest and resistance, and he’s certainly counting this as an example.

Suddenly, there’s a break in the singing; but in the cavernous walls of the holding cells, he can hear the echoes of whispers and a high-pitched giggle. Javert’s pen stills against the paper as he squints suspiciously up at the cracked door. What are they doing? What will they be getting up to next? Or has he finally caught his break, and they’re all going to turn in for a nap?

Pop,” comes the first voice. He recognizes that one - Grantaire. There’s a snort of laughter. Javert lowers his pen onto his desk. “Six,” comes a second. That was definitely Bossuet. Javert’s taken by a feeling of apprehension. He knows who the next one up is, and he’s filled with a sense of trepidation over the completion of the Unholy Trinity. And then, the penny drops - Joly joins in. “Squish!” There’s a giggle from one of the girls, and someone is choking back laughter. “Uh-uh!” “Cicero.” “Lipschitz!” 

Oh, no.

Oh, Lord above, no.

He had it comin! He had it comin! He only had himself to blame! If you’d have been there - if you’d have seen it - I betcha you would have done the same!

The other students are absolutely broken down into laughter, but their little musical production doesn’t stop for a moment. They go on with the song without breaking stride for even a moment; it’s almost too rehearsed. Javert knows that they aren’t breaking any rules; no one told them they had to be quiet, or that they couldn’t sing, or that they couldn’t perform a Broadway musical in his holding cells overnight

He lets it go on for a while, desperately trying to do anything he can to keep his mind off of their little rendition of Cell Block Tango a handful of yards away. He repeats Bible verses to himself, focuses on his breathing or the scratch of a pen against paper, even prays for strength and patience a few times - but that patience runs out a few verses in, and he gets up with a resigned sigh to ask them to stop.

Javert opens the door to his office, an exhausted look about him as he interrupts Joly’s part of the song. For a long moment, everyone goes silent. Javert stares at Joly; Joly stares back. The other students are glancing between them almost cautiously. None of them are sure what’s about to happen - not even the Inspector, really. But then; Joly shoots first.

He slips an arm through the bars, allowing it to hang down casually, cocks a hip, and raises an eyebrow. “Then?” he asked, tilting his head. “He ran into my knife. He ran into my knife. Ten. Times.

Javert isn’t sure how to react to the smallest of the students staring him dead in the eye and reciting lines from a musical essentially about murder and prison, but the other students undoubtedly do.

HE HAD IT COMIN’!” Grantaire and Bossuet finally shout, joined now by  Musichetta, Eponine, Courfeyrac, and Feuilly. The others are too busy howling with laughter. Enjolras has even cracked a sly smile by now, and it seems he’s considering joining in on the ruckus.

Javert gives a drawn-out sigh as he considers asking one of the younger officers for an extra set of headphones and an energy drink.

It’s going to be a long night.

So Miss Pauling came back to her office to find that the team left her Valentine’s gifts. She couldn’t stop smiling and had the biggest giggle fit.

Spy gave her a giant bouquet of flowers, Heavy made her a sandvich with a little heart-shaped toothpick, Medic had Archimedes fly her his Valentine, Demo left her a bomb with a giant pink heart on one side and “You Da BOMB!” written on the other side, Soldier misheard “Leave a heartfelt message”  and just left a human heart, Engie made her a cute little robot holding a message, Pyro made her her own Pauling doll, Sniper was probably late to the party and delivered a cute note in the quickest way possible, and Scout, of course, left a love note that probably has 3 pages worth of spelling errors and cheesy poems

I know I’m late posting this by a couple days!!!

anonymous asked:

This is a question about the book characters. Who do you prefer as a character and why? Jon Snow or Jaime Lannister?

Bless this question for giving me a reason to talk about all my Jaime Lannister feelings. Yes, the answer is definitely Jaime. I don’t have anything against Jon Snow as a character, but he’s never particularly stood out to me as a favorite the way he seems to for some people. Jon’s, you know…fine? And he gets better as the series progresses. But he’s not really my jam.

Now, Jaime was one of the characters in the series I was most curious about even before I got to his POV. I mean, he’s a pardoned Kingslayer who was allowed back into the Kingsguard on account of his family connections and spent the last decade plus secretly sleeping with his evil sister under the King’s very nose: this is objectively interesting. And I am shallow enough that the part where he did it all while looking fabulous and making witty jokes at other people’s expense also appealed to me. And then, of course, I actually got to his POV sections, and he wound up becoming one of my favorite characters of all time. (Seriously, he’s up there with Miles Vorkosigan, Vlad Taltos, Emma Woodhouse, Isabel Archer, Corwin of Amber, and Shakespeare’s version of Cleopatra. This is not a list I take lightly.)

And the great thing about finally reaching Jaime’s POV and reading about the man behind the legend is that you get to his chapters, and you’re like, wait: this guy is an actual piece of shit. There’s all this dramatic build up about his infamy and his reputation and his place in history as the Kingslayer and you’re all ready for a roadtrip through the psyche of this epic and tragically twisted anti-hero - and then he spends his introduction slinging childish insults at a nice lady’s face and whining about how he only tried to kill Bran because he was tired and horny and it wasn’t really his fault, okay? lay off him already, jeez, Cersei. The bait and switch is fantastic and I love it. Which is not to say that Jaime isn’t still an epic and tragically twisted anti-hero, just that there’s more to it than that. Which is pretty much his character in a nutshell.

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I Promise I Hate You || Reggie Mantle

A/N: Sorry for any grammar or spelling errors! I’ve been a bit off today but I had motivation so i’m writing! You guys should feel free to request anything from any of the fandoms you see in my bio!

Request: ‘can you do a Reggie imagine where you guys hate each other like your always fighting at school and everybody knows you guys don’t get along but one night you start having a panic attack during a football game kinda like Cheryl did in that one episode. and he runs after you in the locker room and just comforts you? With lots of fluff, stuff we don’t really see with Reggie you know. I’ll literally love you forever if you write this. Thanks so much!’ -by Anon

Warnings: Swearing

Words with quotes and italics like ‘this’ are either thoughts, or text messages.

A * symbol means that a flashback is occurring.

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You hated Reggie Mantle, every day you swore to yourself that you hated his guts. He was a prick who seemed to think he was better than everyone else. Reggie had claimed to hate you too, always trying to prove himself more by pestering you in the halls.

It had become so routine that you almost enjoyed it- but never would admit it. You were in denial, attempting to convince yourself that you would never enjoy the presence of him, that he wasn’t worth your time.

Yet-as your good friend Jughead would so kindly point out, you still went to his football games, silently cheering him on in your head. He had been the same with you, he didn’t hate you like he said, but he didn’t think he’d go as far as to say he liked you.

Reggie Mantle did not like you, and you, (Y/N) (L/N) did not like him, but both of you knew it wasn’t nearly as simple as that. Reggie had noticed you at his games and it comforted him in an odd way, you never missed a game.

This time was no different, he stepped onto the field and saw you in your usual spot, off to the side and towards the front, acting disinterested. You glanced up and saw him too, catching yourself almost smiling before scolding yourself.

Halfway into the game something change, sudden paranoia took over for no apparent reason, and your chest suddenly felt tight. Quickly shaking your head, you attempted to stop thinking about it, when a group of people walked by and made a snide comment about you.

Not even remembering the comment, you stood up and quickly rushed off, trying to make it into the bathroom before anyone would see your mental breakdown, knowing it would only give you more of a bad reputation.

The game was forgotten, and you ended up not making it to the bathroom. You turned a corner heading into the first place you could hide in, which just so happened to be the change room. 

Stepping inside and quickly collapsing on a bench, heavy sobs shook your body and lungs almost tightening. It had felt like your ribcage was closing in on them, slowly suffocating you as you failed to calm down.

Panic flooded your veins as you began worrying about what would happen if someone saw you, heavy breathing was the only sound to be heard as your lungs got tighter and tighter, head spinning.

Suddenly you heard footsteps and attempted to quiet down, failing for the most part. The heavy breathing now came out shakier, hand covering your mouth desperately, despite already feeling as if you were unable to breathe.

Eyes wide, you continued to cry, body shaking, facing away from the door to the change room. You heard someone step inside, and your eyes shut tightly, breathing rapid as your lungs seemed to get impossibly tighter.

All of a sudden Reggie himself stood in front of you, eyes wider than usual as he crouched down, “Hey- hey it’s just me, okay?” he whispered, words jumbling together.

He looked you in the eyes, rubbing your shoulders, “look at me- copy my breathing, okay? Just focus on me right now, even though my face might not be the one you want to see” he joked weakly, taking deep breaths.

You attempted to follow, tears still sliding down your face and small hiccups coming out as you focused all your attention on him, feeling less suffocated than before.

Reggie smiled weakly as he saw you slowing your breathing, “that’s really good, keep doing that and don’t lose focus” he whispered quickly, some of the panic leaving his voice, relief replacing it.

You quickly wiped your face after a few more minutes of deep breathing, eyes staring deeply into his. Shaking your head, you carefully took his hands off of your shoulders, “uh, thanks. You really didn’t have to-” Reggie raised a hand, shaking his head, “I really hope you weren’t gonna say I didn’t have to, because trust me I wanted to” he said genuinely, sitting back on the floor.

Eyes widening, you quickly began speaking, “wait- you’re having a game right now, why aren’t you-” Reggie interrupted again, “I ran off when I saw you leave, I notice you coming to my games” he said lightly, winking jokingly at you.

Running a hand through your hair, you stood up, “well, Mr.Mantle, didn’t know you stalked me in your free time” you joked back, giving him a hand as he grabbed it, hoisting himself up.

He grinned at you, “I knew you didn’t hate me” he said quietly, “something tells me we are going to get along swimmingly” he added with a smirk, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

Pushing him playfully, you scoffed, “as if, sir. You are far too much for me” you joked, turning to him with a smirk of your own, using your hand to push his face away from yours.

Reggie laughed, and once you stepped outside he went back to play, arguing with the coach- reasonably angry about a player running off. You watched from the sidelines, smiling fondly at the boy who managed to change your mind and calm you down, despite his usual behaviour.

Originally posted by perryskeet

Tags: @carolinescookies

To Whom It May Concern

Steve Rogers X Reader, gender neutral
Soulmate AU

Words: 850

Summary: How Steve Rogers meets his soulmate, you. Set to To Whom It May Concern by The Civil Wars

Author’s Note: I decided to join the Songfic Challlenge that @caplanbuckybarnes​ set up, and I had fun doing so! I love this song and I already had the idea for it, so I thought I would use it. I’m not sure how good it is, but I hope you like it! Sorry for any spelling or grammatical errors. Also, sorry it’s so short.

Enjoy!

Originally posted by unchartedghoul

(Gif credit to owner)


Your whole life, you’ve been told about soulmates. Why they exist, how they’re meant for each other, and even stories of how they meet each other. One thing you were never told, though, is who yours is. The only information you have about your soulmate is when you’ll meet them. For every day since you turned eighteen, your thoughts turned to your soulmate, and you imagined what your life would be like with them.

For Steve though, he was disheartened the day he came of age. According to the date on his wrist, he wouldn’t meet his soulmate until he was nearly a hundred years old. Would he even be alive then? Still, Steve remained hopeful.

I missed you but I haven’t met you
Oh but I want to
How I do

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"mr. scamander” || newt scamander

word count: 3309 (pfft it’s not long at all)

summary: newt scamander x slytherin!reader

author’s note: there are parts of this that seem to reference other harry potter things because i couldn’t help myself. this is my first imagine, please be nice… thank you, enjoy. (sorry for any spelling or grammar errors)

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Nobody (Part 9)

Plot:  Reader has been held prisoner by Hydra and is discovered by Nat and Bucky.  Post CA:CW (Bucky’s on the team, no one hates each other) Slight AU

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of torture and gore, some photos/gifs may be disturbing

Words: 2700

A/N: It took some time for me to figure out how I wanted this part to play out, but I think I got it.  It’s hard to know exactly what you want to say but be unable to put it in the right words.  *as always, photos/gifs are not mine*  Let me if there are spelling errors…I’ve read this so many times that I might be immune to noticing at this point ;]

italics = reader’s thoughts

Reader’s POV

You had no idea where that had come from, but saying those two words aloud triggered something to snap in your mind, transporting you back through time and space: you were no longer resting in a safe, warm hospital bed.  No, you were back there.  Back in that—that place.  The lab. Where they’d ripped you open and scooped out all of your parts.  Making you scream.  Making you bleed.  Oh, God, no, no, no.  I can’t be here.  Nobody should be here.  But you are here…aren’t you?  The comfort of that bed no longer caressed your throbbing back, instead you felt as if you were lying on a sheet of fresh ice. The table, you thought in horror. I’m back on the table.  

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“Pillow Fights”

Pair: Steve Rogers x Reader

Request: Could I request a Steve and reader with lots of fluff and they’re like in bed when the read try’s to tackle him and wrestle!! 💕

Warning: none,  mostly your teeth might rot from the fluff.

Word Count: 491, really short

A/N : It’s probably not the best and it’s really short so yeah, I tried my best. There also maybe some spelling/grammatical errors.

 As always gif is NOT mine.

Originally posted by lolawinchesterr

It was one of those rare days when you and Steve got to relax in each other’s company. No missions, no one annoying the two of you…just you, Steve, food, and films. You two had been lying next to each other for about an hour now and you had gotten a bit restless to be honest.

Looking to your boyfriend, who was intently staring at the tv, you decided you would have a little fun.

So, you sat up and climbed on top of him, and began hitting him with the pillow your head was previously resting on.

“Stop!!! What are you doing?” Your boyfriend says before snatching the pillow from you.

“I’m bored, now give me back my pillow.” You whine, as you try to take the pillow back.

“If I give you back this pillow, are you going to stop hitting me?” He asks, as he clutches the pillow.

“Maybe.” You lie.

Once you take the pillow back, you began to hit him again.

“Babe, you said you would stop.” He says through fits of laughter, as he takes the pillow from you again this time throwing it on the floor.

“My pillow!!!” You whine.

Just as you were about to go and get your pillow, Steve flips you over, he then straddles your body giving you no chance of escape.

He then begins to start tickling your very ticklish body.

“Steve, STOP!!! I’m sorry.” You say through fits of laughter, but to no avail.

“Nope, you didn’t want to stop.” He says with a smile, as he continues to tickle you.

This went on for a few minutes before Steve finally stopped tickling you and let you sit up.

You watched as your boyfriend sat up on the side of the bed, so you took the opportunity to mark your revenge.

Getting up from your previous position, you pounced on your boyfriend’s back.

“Babe, why are you so childish?” He asks, as you straddled him from behind.

“I’m not childish, you’re just an old man.” You say laughing.

“Shut up.” He says, as he gets up with you still on his back.

“Language Rogers.” You mock, before kissing his neck.

“Oh whatever.” He says, as you two make your way downstairs, and to the kitchen.

Steve then places you on one of the stools in the kitchen.

“So, when are you going to tell the others?” He asks, going to the fridge to get materials to make a sandwich.


“About what?” You ask curiously.

“That we’re kind of engaged.” He says.

“I don’t know…I guess tomorrow.” You say, as you get up and wrap your arms around his waist.

“Okay, cause I kind of already told Buck and Sam.” He says sheepishly.

“Steve!!!” You exclaim, before hitting him on the arm.

“I couldn’t help it.” He says, before taking a bite into his sandwich.

What am I going to do with this man, you think to yourself.

Spiderman: Bad Breath and Bad at keeping Secrets

Peter Parker x Michelle (MJ) …. sort of

@tomllholland Thank you for the amazing prompts!!! :D I hope you enjoy this piece as much as I enjoyed writing it!!

Was too excited/lazy to edit please excuse grammatical and spelling errors.

1. we have to stop meeting like this.

7. there’s only room for one hero in this city and it’s not you

24. I just have to outrun you


Peter loved being Spiderman- why wouldn’t he? The chance to be the hero was almost too good to pass up. Other than the late nights, and the lies, and the inconvenient scheduling of criminal activity, Spiderman hardly ever interfered with his school life. Peter was confident he could keep the two lives separate, after all he had Ned and Tony Stark to help him. The more Peter thought about it the more he thought that he had it all together- what could go wrong?

“Alright everyone, we’re going to be running laps around the gym. Now I don’t want to hear any whining- it is a requirement for this course to be able to run the mile in under twelve minutes,” The gym coach was going over the agenda for the day, much to everyone’s dismay it required a lot of running. Peter looked towards Michelle who was happily (he assumed) reading at the back of the bleachers. He idly wondered what she was reading this time. Last week it had been the Feminine Mystique.

“Now pair up we are going to start with the relay!” The groups organized themselves for the race. Peter wasn’t particularly worried about gym class anymore. Since becoming Spiderman gym class was a cake walk for him. He knew he was stronger and faster than everyone else there. Of course just because he had special abilities didn’t mean he could be out showing them off, his sudden athleticism might look a tad suspicious, so instead he just skated by with ease putting almost no effort into the class.

The whistle sounded and the relay started. Peter was in the last group of the relay standing next to his ‘biggest fan’- Flash.

“You scared Parker,” Flash taunted. Peter knit his brows together as he looked at Flash.

“Scared? Why would I be scared?” Peter asked.

“Scared I’m going to beat you Parker! Let’s face it you’re not the athletic type.” Flash smirked. Peter simply rolled his eyes- he had no idea who he was dealing with.

“Flash why does it ma—“ a loud rumbling erupted from behind the bleachers effectively cutting Peter off and silencing the rest of the students. All was still for a moment. A roar tore through the air as a giant golden dragon man came crashing through the bleachers slicing them into silver shards (Thank goodness no one was sitting on them). Immediately people began screaming as they ran from the field back towards the gymnasium. Bad this is very very bad, Peter thought as he remembered his spidey suit was still in his bag in the locker room. Flash and Peter turned on a dime as they began running for their lives. They had been the closest to the dragon man unfortunately and due to his large size he was gaining on them quickly.

“He’s too fast,” Peter shouted. Even if Peter were to run at full speed (and leave flash behind) it still wouldn’t be fast enough.

“I don’t have to outrun that thing,” Flash huffed.

“Huh?” Peter glanced back his way and was unnerved by the look in Flash’s eyes. Uh-oh.

“I just have to outrun you! (24.)” With those words Flash stuck his foot out and sent Peter stumbling to the ground. “Nothing personal Parker! Just survival of the fittest ya’know!” Flash called back to him as he ran for his own life. Typical, Peter thought bitterly. A low growl and a hot swoosh of air reminded him of where he was. Slowly Peter turned to come face to face with Dragon Breath himself. Foul air assaulted his nose as the beast breathed on him.

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Rail Road J.A

Pairing: Jack Avery x Reader

Requested: No, I was in a real angsty mood tho. But @dannyboyseavey did help with pointers and the plot so THANK YOU SWEETIE!

Warnings: Swear words, death, angst (apologies for any grammar or spelling errors this was written on my phone during the time it had a huge malfunction)

Summary: You have a huge fight with Jack over something petty. You didn’t know it was going to be you last.

Sky news played on the telly. A familiar reporter was at the scene of a devastating crash. There had been a brutal car crash involving three vehicles with only one servely injured but two dead. “Waitresses have said that the driver of the BMW appeared to be racing the other car, neither nothing the small KA as the drive through a red light, going about 100miles per hour” The report informed. The scene behind her was sicken. The KA was mangled between the two BMW’s. The was nothing left of the small car and other two had lost a fair bit as well. People where horrified to see the managed cars. The corpse of one driver who had gone through the window, lay in the floor. Another was much harder to get out. It was said that it was a long and painful death as they bled out, unable to escape from the crumbled mess that was their car. A street sign in the background reading ‘Rail Road’

*

It was your first day off in weeks. You had been so busy with college work, work and supporting the boys that you hadn’t actually had time to yourself. Today was the first and Jacks. You had decided to give the house a clean through, leaving Jack to play his game with Zach. You wasn’t sure where Jonah had vanished too but you knew that Corbyn was live on younow out the back garden and Dani was somewhere. You had cleaned all down stairs and headed for your shared room to put away your washing. “Just in time” you smiled as Jack walked out. “What can I say” he teased, his typical smirk plastered over his face. “Do you mind helping me change the bed? i haven’t seen you all day and it needs doing” you smiled. “Sure, i’ll just let Zach know”Jack smiled placing a kiss on your cheek. You headed for you room and began putting your washing away, Jack following not long after you had finished. You began taking to cases off the pillows when Jacks phone went off. You eyed it wondering if he would answer it. He did. Slightly irritated you continued to strip you bed. Jack was still yet to put his phone down. An empty pillow case in his spare hand as he smirked at his phone. Only irritating you more. Biting the inside of your cheek, you began to make the bed. Still waiting on his help. Finally you snatched case from his hands gaining his attention. “what the fuck y/n?”he gasped in annoyance, “really” you almost snarled. How dare he, you thought. “Yes, what was that all about?” he replied his voice laced with annoyance. “Are you seriously asking me that!” you snapped, your accent thick as you raised s brow, baffled by this response. “yes!“ he snarled raising his voice.

“I HAVENT SEEN YOU ALL FUCKING DAY, no wait all fucking week for the last three/four weeks and when i ask you for help, you play on your fucking phone and then you have the cheek to ask me what my fucking problem is?” you scream, rage clear on your face as you take a moment to breathe, taking in a deep breath. “Cause this is my fault!” That was it, you flipped. “I never fucking said that it was your fault! i was talking about how much of a crappy boyfriend you are being by choosing your Fucking phone over you own god damn girlfriend”. you scream. Your face red as you threw the case at him. “Sometime i wonder if you still love me” you muttered. The anger burning inside you was clear, but instead of pitting it out, he added more fuel to it. “I’m fucking questioning that right now, cause you’re being petty as fuck right now! ”He yelled in response. You couldn’t take it anymore, his words felt like daggers to your heart.

Your P.O.V Tears filled you vision, you felt pained. Did he really question how much he actually loved you? Had he fallen out of love with you? How long had this been going on? Your thoughts raced around in your head. Your hands gripped the wheel tighter as you approached the green light-

Jacks P.O.V he couldn’t play his game no more, he wasn’t in the mood. He sat pointlessly on the bed, his head resting in his hands as he brushed them through his hair in annoyance. His attention caught by Jonah, who stood worryingly in the door way. Confusion was all Jack could master. “The news” Jonah mumbled, confusing Jack more. “Sky news, there’s been a crash” Jacks heart raced, his head pounding as he imagined the worst thing possible. He thumbed for his phone, praying you had walked to the local coffee shop like you usually did. The line was dead. No answer.

“Jack” another voice, not belonging to Jonah called. Jack turned his attention to Zach who stood besides Jonah holding his phone out to him. Y/n visible along the top causing Jack to sigh in relief. “Y/N i’m so sorry-“ He was cut off by a voice he didn’t recognise. “Mr Avery. Do you have someone there with you? ”the voice asked, Jack hummed in response, too confused to form words. “I regret to inform you that Miss y/l/n has been killed in a crash-“ Everything went blank. Everything turned to a white noise as the phone fell from his hand. He had lost everything. He had hope this was all some sick and twisted dream but the ache in his heart told him otherwise. He couldn’t function until a single devastating thought crawled its way, twistedly into his mind. A single thought.

You had died thinking he didn’t love you.

Shooting Stars

Originally posted by kimthwriter

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader 

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: Approx 3300 words

A/N: Okay, so I haven’t wrote a fanfic in almost two years and this is the first time I’ve written a BTS (or kpop) inspired fic. So this is probably far too detailed for your everyday fanfiction, also sorry for any errors in grammar or spelling xD 


A soft breeze passes by, providing a brief break from the warmth of the rays that had clung to you like a blanket. As you lay on the field this late Saturday afternoon, you embraced the hazy hum of summer in Seoul, a steady stream of mellow music beating through your earphones. One arm draped across your face to shield your closed eyes from the blinding sun above. The other lazily flung out beside you, occasionally spinning blades of grass between your fingertips. This was the kind of peaceful vibe you loved the most. However, it was one that was short lived. Your music suddenly became duller in volume as you felt your earbud being spontaneously tugged out of your right ear.

You better not be sleeping” a gentle but deep voice; that you felt more than you heard, whispered into your now empty ear. You lifted your arm from your face slightly, enough so that you could peek one eye open from the cover you created. A familiar set of deep brown eyes; glistening with mischief, greeted your foggy eyes. The pixie like face of the boy mere centimeters away from the side of yours. You could feel a pleasant warmth rolling off him, prickling the skin on your neck. It burned more than the summer heat. You blinked slowly, swallowing your thoughts quickly. “I didnt think youd get here so soon” you exhaled softly, releasing a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. “I can see that. When I told you that Id be a little late, I didnt think youd decide to take a nap” the boy quipped back jokingly. “I wasnt sleeping, I was just resting with my eyes closed” you defended, closing your eyes again in fake exasperation. A more aggressive breeze passed over your face, at least you thought it was a breeze. You heard the boy next to you inhale dramatically, before blowing cold air towards you with such force it made your hair fly across your face, tickling your nose. “Okay, okay” you sighed, placing both your palms flat on the grass as you gradually lifted your shoulders off the ground, shifting your weight onto your forearms. Squinting against the brightness of the setting sun, your sight adjusted to the view of the boy. All wide eyed and pursed lipped, probably caught off guard mid-blow during his mission to irritate you. He was lay on his front; horizontal to you, your bodies shaping a right angle on the grass. Propped up on his elbows, his small chin rested in his palm, your right earphone dangling from his other hand. He looked suspiciously comfortable.

How long have you been here for? you questioned him with a raised eyebrow, “Please dont tell me youve been here watching me for the past five minutes because thats super creepy, and Im not into it”.  The boys’ eyes shined bright with amusement “For the past fifteen minutes actually” he jested, a cheeky grin forming his lips. TAEHYUNG, YOU CREEP! you exclaimed, shoving his shoulder not too gently, knocking his arm from under his chin. HEY! I was joking- Taehyung protested in fake shock before laughing lightly as he sat up, repositioning into a crouch, elbows now resting on his knees. Besides, I cant believe you havent asked me why I wanted you to meet me here yet he said shaking the sides of his jacket and wiping the front of his shirt of grass and dirt. “After 4 tedious years of being friends with you Tae, do you really think I bother to question your motives anymore? For all I know youre planning on taking me into the woods to murder me in secret and bury me amongst the trees” you joked sarcastically. Taehyung gazed down at you, frowning slightly “Firstly, you hands down win the prize for my most cheerful date yet, so well done for that Y/N ” he mocked as he poked your cheek with his slender index finger. “Secondly, Im offended that you think I could kill you” his thumb moved up to gently pinch the skin on your cheek, “I need you-, I mean- who else will let me beat them at video games? Who will I watch terrible movies with? I have to keep you around for a while you know ” he teased lightly, standing up to brush his knees off, before turning to walk away. You stared after him, rubbing the spot on your cheek that the boy had touched, hoping that any blush on your face could be mistaken for a mark from the pinch. From the moment you first met Taehyung, it had been painfully obvious to almost everyone that you had a crush on him. Something Tae himself had embarrassingly tormented you over for the first few months of your friendship. It wasn’t until you accepted that any feelings you had were unlikely reciprocated, that you dismissed your crush on him as nothing but childish. However, that did not stop Taehyung from labelling any time you two spent alone together as a date, an inside joke you eventually joined in on. Nor did it stop you from admiring how attractive he was; perhaps in a more than platonic way, especially as he grew taller and broader over the years-. Hey Y/N, are you hell bent on ruining my surprise? Cmon, lets go Tae shouted, breaking you from your thoughts. Rolling your eyes, you got up and followed him.

You and Taehyung wandered around aimlessly, talking playfully until conversation faded into its usual comfortable silence. You admired how the afternoon grew dim and faded into the dusk of the evening. You stopped at the top of a hill overlooking a broad view of the city, standing in awe at the array of colours as the sun set over the urban metropolis. You pulled out your phone from the pocket of your jeans, opening your camera app to snap a few landscape pictures of the view. Taehyung stood behind you, watching you click and zoom to get the focus right. Without warning he tapped the front camera option and instantly both of your faces appeared on screen. Just as you were about to scold him for his cheekiness, Taehyung grabbed your phone from your hand, holding it up at high angle so that both of you were in better shot on the screen. SELCA TIME! he exclaimed cheerily. Pouting his lips together cutely, he rested his chin on your shoulder, his fingers making a finger heart next to your cheek as you scowled in annoyance while he snapped a picture. Cmon Y/N, I know you can smile better than that Taehyung whined teasingly. Feeling cocky you snatched the cap from his head and placed it on your own. I wasnt trying to smile you shot back with a fake smile, before looking at the camera to fix your hair. You closed your eyes and smiled sweetly into the camera, holding up the peace sign ready for another picture. You felt Taehyung boldly snake his arm around your waist, resting his hand on your hip, as he placed a kiss on the side of your face. By the time you opened your eyes, ready to hit the boy, Taehyung had already taken a step back, fully immersed on what was on your screen. You stalked towards him as he tapped your screen a few times, which he turned and presented to you. A boxy smile lighting up his face. You looked at your phone screen to see that your background was now set as the most recent selca: Taehyung rocking messy hat hair, his eyes squeezed shut, his lips pressed against your cheek as you posed. Arent we so adorable? he asked in the cutest baby voice he could muster. Rolling your eyes, you snatched your phone from his hands and walked past him, leaving him to chase on after you.

The two of you walked around some more until the sky grew dark and dim. The park seemed to be busier than usual, making you question whether there was a festival or event that you had failed to acknowledge. It wasn’t till you both stopped at a small lake that resided in the heart of the park that you realised that something was different about today. Sure, the park was often popular, but never had you seen this many people walking around or lounging about on blankets with picnics. Here we are Taehyung breathed in triumph as he stretched his arms and sat down cross legged, pulling you down with him. Slumping down uncomfortably, you shifted your position next to him, legs stretched out in front of you. You removed the cap you stole earlier, ruffling your hair free before turning to the boy next to you. Are you gonna tell me whats going on Tae? Why are we here? Taehyung craned his neck back, his face pointing upwards, eyes darting at the view above him. Either he didn’t hear your question, or he blatantly ignored it; the delicate smile on his face suggesting the latter. The sky is so clear, its perfect for tonight he spoke in astonishment. What do you mea- you began with interest just as you were cut off by the sounds of excited gasps and babbling around you. Looking around frantically, you noticed almost everybody in the park was staring up at the sky like Taehyung was. Puzzled, you glanced up only to be met with an incredible sight. As Taehyung had pointed out, it was a beautifully clear night, the vast darkness above littered with thousands upon thousands of tiny white specks. A dull glow from the grey half-moon illuminated the inky black sheet above, making the sky appear almost indigo in places. Completely caught up in the wonder of what was in front of your eyes, you couldn’t help but double take when you thought you saw a white dot dart across your vision. Blinking hard to make sure you hadn’t imagined it, you sat up straight completely alert, eyes painfully focused above you. Tae I thin- you started to mumble, but just as you were speaking another bright ball sped across the sky, a thin wispy tail chasing behind it. In astonishment you shot up, grabbing hold of Taehyungs’ arm in excitement. Oh my God! Shooting stars! you exclaimed as you squeezed his limb absent mindedly. Taehyung chuckled lightly, but didn’t reply, he didn’t need to. A few moments later you relaxed your posture, letting go of the boys’ arm, leaning back slightly. The two of you sat in wonder, watching the lights hurtle in different directions, some burning bright and quick, others twinkling softly and slowly into the cosmos.

After a length of time that felt like minutes but was probably closer to an hour, the silence was broken by Taehyung. I cant believe you didnt know there was a meteor shower tonight. Although Im kinda glad. It wouldnt have been much of a surprise date if you knew he muttered softly, still gaping at the stars. Youre joking about the date part, right? you scoffed rhetorically, expecting a witty comeback in response. You felt him tense, a slight seriousness in his voice you didn’t anticipate Not everything I say or do is a joke you know he almost sighed. At that you tore yourself away from your dreamy daze of shooting stars to look at Taehyung, almost waiting for him to laugh off his last remark. Searching his features for any sign of suppressed humour, you couldn’t help but admire how magnificent he looked. His soft tousled hair covering his forehead, almost brushing into his warm brown eyes, glittering with interest at the sights above. Your eyes trailed to his side profile, which showed off his sharp jawline, the tight skin on his smooth neck leading to the dip above his collar bone, his chest rising and falling rhythmically under the fabric of his shirt. Taehyung must have felt your stare on him, because when you lifted your eyes from his torso to his face, your eyes were met with his curious regard, the corners of his mouth twitching into a small smile. You looked away far too quickly not to cause suspicion, focusing your attention on a patch of grass in front of you. Suddenly aware of how close you were to the boy next to you, your body froze. Shoulders touching, your arm was still looped under and through his, your hand resting in the space between his thigh and hand. You must have forgotten to move it after you grabbed onto his arm earlier. You probably didn’t think anything of it at the time, too caught up in the meteor shower, but now it felt scarily intimate. A somewhat new atmosphere surrounded you both, somewhere between an awkward tension and uncomfortable silence. You could feel his glare burning into your skin, heating your cheeks. You moved your hands to your lap and anxiously started fiddling with your finger nails in attempt to mask any nervousness you might have acquired under the boys scrutinizing stare. It felt completely irrational to be this nervous, the two of you were no strangers to skinship. The gentle hand-holding during shopping trips, childish playfights that often led to spontaneous naps on the dorm couch, wrapping each other in silent embraces during times of stress of upset. All those moments never felt like anything more than harmless affection between friends. Perhaps you were overthinking things you mused to yourself, romanticizing over a reflex that was intensified by the thrill of shooting stars.

As if reading your thoughts, Taehyung casually moved his hands, placing them over your busy hands to steady them, lacing his fingers warm fingers through yours. A shiver ran through your body at the contact. Swallowing hard, you prayed that it wasn’t noticeable, but of course it was obvious. Are you cold? he mused, already moving himself closer to you. Not trusting yourself to speak for fear of a trembling voice you shook your head and looked up towards the sky. Far too distracted to pay any attention to what was happening up there, but hoping you could give off the illusion you were unfazed. Taehyung shuffled a bit, removing his jacket, you considered protesting but thought it would be best to let him believe you were shivering from the cold than for any other reason. Taehyung wrapped the warm fleecy jacket around your shoulders, his palms running up and down your arms, his attempt to comfort you from the cold only made more hairs stand up on the back of your neck. Feeling better? he questioned, his breath tickled your neck, his lips dangerously close to your ear like they were earlier. You closed your eyes momentarily, trying to compose yourself. When your lids opened heavily, the view of the sky had become hazy. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Taehyung chewing on his lip; a habit of his when he was deep in thought, as he contemplated a spot of skin under your ear. How romantic of you you whispered feebly, trying to sound nonchalant to break the ice but regretting it instantly. You heard Taehyung inhale sharply, and exhale a stifled laugh You dont make the romantic moments easy Y/N. he murmured almost tenderly in defeat, his fingers grazing your jaw as he tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear. Worried about the direction this conversation was taking you hesitantly turned your head to face him, I was being sarcas- you frowned as you tried to correct yourself. Instead your words were cut short as Taehyung pressed his soft lips tentatively to yours with an unexpected eagerness. You gasped in surprise, and for the briefest of moments you considered pulling away. But within one achingly heavy heartbeat your eyes closed and your lips automatically began moving against the delicate ones touching yours. Earning a broken hitch in Taehyung breath as a response before he sighed into the kiss. You felt his grip on your arm relax as his other hand ran smoothly along your shoulder, feather light up your neck, finally stopping to cup your face in his palm. He deepened the kiss quickly, almost desperately, running a rough fingertip along your jawline. One of your hands made their way around the back of his neck, your fingers stroking the short hairs at the nape of his neck, urging him closer as you reflexively sucked on his bottom lip, tugging it gently between yours.

As if stung by a static shock Taehyung flinched back, making a low sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan. His hands suddenly placed on each of your shoulders, almost holding you at arm’s length. Opening your eyes in confusion, the sight in front of you was more incredible than witnessing a million falling stars. Taehyungs’ hair appeared more tousled than before, his lips pinker and plumper, panting uneven breaths, dark eyes glazed over in a dreamy daze as they searched your face for any sign of regret. Surprisingly, you were the one to speak first Whats wrong? you asked, the confidence in your voice sounding unusual to you. Clearly it surprised Taehyung as well, as his dropped to his lap, his eyebrows raised slightly, blinking at you a few times before laughing breathlessly. You weren’t sure if it was a laugh of relief of nervousness. A wave of embarrassment washed over you. What if he regretted kissing you? A blush crept along your cheeks as you ran a hand shakily through your hair to ground yourself. What if you took it too far? Oh God, it was a mistake, wasnt it? you half choked, half laughed, Im sorry, I got very, very carried away you continued, readying yourself to leave. Wait, What? Hold on Y/N. Taehyungs’ voice raised in pitch, eyes wide, and in a flash his hands went to your wrists, pulling you back in front of him, his stare intense. That wasnt a mistake. Ive been tryin-, Ive been meani- he cleared his throat, collecting his thoughts, his gaze soft and calm “I’ve wanted to do that for so long, I just wasn’t sure if you would kiss me back. That was until I noticed you staring at me before. I don’t know why but it gave me a boost of confidence, but still-” he paused, I definitely wasnt expecting you to kiss me back like that he confessed coolly, a smug smile replacing any other emotion from his features. Staring at him in disbelief you laughed bashfully, freeing your hands from Tae’s grip to cover your face out of shyness. I think Im gonna be the one to kill you and bury you in the woods at this rate Taehyung you mumbled awkwardly between your fingers. Rubbing your face as if you could wipe away how stupid you felt for jumping to conclusions. Id rather you didnt, I havent waited for four years to kiss you only for you to murder me in my moment of bliss. You looked up at the boy in front of you, his goofy box smile making your heart flutter restlessly, Thats disgustingly cheesy Tae you complained, pushing his shoulder. Taehyung simply chuckled and pulled you closer towards him, any awkwardness disappearing as the atmosphere between you two returned to its usual familiarity, just with more affection. Ill take that as an acceptance of my confession then he whispered into the crook of your neck. All you could do was roll your eyes and giggle as he nuzzled his nose against your skin.

cloud-forests replied to your post “what’s your opinion on fanfiction?”

“It’s generally positive feedback, but it’s a good ego boost” - Would you as a writer suggest leaving more critical feed back as well? Would you/others appreciate it? I always feel like there is a certain well-if-you-don’t-like-it-just-close-the-tab-attitude going on in fandoms and if there are 50 glowing reviews it feels super rude to leave one that isn’t 100% positive especially bc they did it in their spare time and tbh I should be happy to get to read it at all?

You bring up a good point! It’s very hard to say which writers would appreciate constructive criticism, especially since they tend to be more passion projects! 

Some fic writers just write to tell a story, not necessarily to become better writers (though that is always a consequence of continuous writing!) so it’s important to respect that and not make them feel like they’re being picked at. 

I’d say to keep leaving positive comments unless a fic writer specifically asks for your thoughts on the piece. I know it’s not common, but it prevents hurt feelings, for sure. And if someone does want feedback, try not to hammer in every grammar mistake/spelling error. That can be covered by a general “needs a beta” comment and  personally, I sincerely dislike how EVERYONE piles onto grammar mistakes. I’ve had whole discussions on one of my fics about my use of semicolons and it got old really fast.

(That last one was a pet peeve of mine, sorry. I recently went to a writing group and oh my god.)

On the other hand, asking a fic author for more of something is just about the nicest constructive criticism/compliment you can give. “Oh, I really like how you did the character reactions during this scene, I’d love to see MORE of this type of writing in future chapters.” That’s still very positive while also letting the writer know what worked for them in their story!

There are Miracles and Miracles

From A Treasury of Jewish Folklore edited by Nathan Asubel. All spelling and grammatical errors are mine; I am a poor transcriber. 

A Hasid had heard so much of the sanctity of a certain rabbi that he journeyed all the way from his village to the town where the great rabbi lived.

“What miracles has your rabbi performed?” inquired the visiting Hasid of one of the rabbi’s disciples.

“There are miracles and miracles,” replied the disciple. “For instance, the people of your town would regard it as a miracle of G-d should do  your rabbi’s bidding. We, on the other hand, regard it as a miracle that our rabbi does G-d’s bidding.”

anonymous asked:

HI I really love your blog and my q is how to buy a car 2nd hand cars or cheap car brands

Alright, I’m referring you to my Craigslist buying post for this one. I think your best used car leads will come from Craigslist or from word-of-mouth. I would recommend that you get any car you’re thinking of purchasing professionally inspected by a trustworthy mechanic.

As far as car brands go, if you live somewhere with snow, you absolutely should get a Subaru. I am all about Subarus. 

Craigslist Buying 101

1. Pictures. Pictures are so important! Please disregard any post on Craigslist that does not have images of the exact product that you’re going to be purchasing. Not a similar product- the exact product! 

It’s so easy to upload photos to the internet in this day and age, if the poster did not upload photos, they had a reason for it. Please do not involve yourself with sketchy people. There’s actually an option to filter out any posts without pictures in them on the Craigslist sidebar.

2. Professional. Disregard any posts with spelling errors and obvious grammatical errors. Any person who does not check their post for stupid errors is not worth your time. They’re trying to sell something to you- do they not care about the sale???

3. Information. The more information posted- the better. If the person literally did not write any information on the post other than a stupid one-liner like “great first car” then skip skip skip.

4. Phone conversation. Has everything checked out? Ask to speak to the person over the phone to set up an appointment to go see whatever you’re looking to purchase. Do not agree to meet up with someone over email or text, you need to actually hear them talk before going anywhere. Know that they’re who they say they are! If they refuse to talk to you over the phone, RUN.

5. “Student”. In my personal experience, it’s better to avoid dealings with anyone who stresses the fact that you’re “young” or a “student”. Why should it matter what you’re age is? Many people will think that just because you’re young that you will automatically have low self confidence and be easy to push around. I hate these people.

6. Bring a friend. This is the most important rule of Craigslist buying- always bring backup. The more- the merrier. Here are some examples of who you can bring:

  • Your mother
  • Your step-mother
  • Your mother-in-law
  • That one Uncle who is super hairy
  • Your co-worker Loris
  • Your elderly neighbor who can’t hear well
  • Your D&D squad
  • Literally anyone you trust

Never agree to meet a stranger by yourself, and always let the person you’re meeting know that you’re bringing your posse. They should not have a problem with this.

7. Check it out. When you arrive at the agreed upon location with your posse, make sure to fully check out whatever you’re looking to purchase. Here’s what I’d look for in a potential car:

  • Ask the seller to meet you at a local car repair shop. Either they or you can set up an inspection, but make sure that you are both there to hear the results. This guarantees that the car is road safe. There is no other way to guarantee that the car is not a lemon, a professional needs to do an assessment. Do not buy the car until a mechanic puts on an inspection sticker.
  • If the mechanic suggests that anything needs to be fixed on the car, the seller should pay for the repairs of give you a discount.
  • Ask the mechanic to raise the car so that you can check for rust.
  • Open all the compartments in the car.
  • Check out any seat or upholstery damage.
  • Does the radio/CD player work? How will you play your tunes?
  • Do the windows roll up and down?
  • Does the heat/AC work?
  • Does the defogger/defroster work?
  • Does the horn work?
  • Do the windshield wipers need to be repaired?
  • Ask what type of tires the car has. Are they all-weather? Will the car need snow tires?
  • When was the last time the car’s oil was changed?
  • Are the headlights bright?
  • Do the lights inside the car work?
  • Are their heated seats? Do they work?
  • If it’s a convertible- does the top open smoothly?
  • Are there any dents visible on the inside our outside?
  • Is there any rust?
  • Are you going to be given a discount if there is?
  • Does it come with license plates or will you need to buy your own?
  • Ask to test drive the car. Test breaks, acceleration, etc.

8. Price. The price for said item should not have changed at all now that you’re there in person. If it has, decline to do business. Remember to stand your ground! Loris will help you.

And finally- if you are buying a car, please read your state’s DMV’s page on the required forms. Here is the one for NY.

Anyone have any additional advice?

anonymous asked:

what is it that you look for in comments? what are things you don't want to see in reviews?

Things we like:

  • Compliments! “I like what you did with *insert character/situation/etc*
  • You’re favorite things about the chapter! Insert your favorite line and tell us why you liked it!
  • “I can’t wait to see what happens next!”
  • Anything about writing style and why you enjoyed it.
  • What emotions were you feeling when you read? Tell us about them!
  • Just add a smiley face if you can’t think of something to say.
  • Tell us you can’t think of anything to say because of how floored you are.
  • What you were doing while reading and how other people reacted when you laughed/cried/whatever.
  • Anything nice really! 

Things we don’t like:

  • “Update!”
  • “You had a few mistakes but…”
  • “I like this but…”
  • “Can I offer a critique???” (The answer is almost always “no” and if you really feel the need to mention something, PM us).
  • “I don’t generally like fics like this but…”
  • Anything where you compare the fic to something else (film/book/other fic)
  • Basically anything that could come off as insulting/rude. Don’t give a critique unless the writing actually asks for one, and don’t nitpick spelling/grammatical errors. We know they’re there, pointing them out just makes writers pissy AND has the potential to drive away new readers looking at reviews before reading. If they see “you used the wrong “their” they may think every time, rather than “once” and choose not to read.

@papalogia @not-just-any-fangirl @xambedo anything you guys can think to add???

anonymous asked:

Can I request 33 with g-dragon please? :)

Originally posted by peaceminus8ne

Kwon Jiyong: “Look, you texted me while drunk!”


The sound of her phone vibrating against the bedside table made her open her eyes groggily, instantly unlocking the phones so the vibration was stopped, but whoever was texting her had other plans and continued to make their annoying appearance through text. A soft groan leaves her lips and she sits up on her bed, looking over with tired eyes to the alarm clock only to see that it was three fifty eight at midnight. As she pulls her covers down a little bit, welcoming the coldness of her room, she unlocks her phone, looking through the texts before a dumb smile appeared over her features.

It was Jiyong.

Jiyong was none other than the person she worked with and she’d often be called his manager, but she knew that they were good friends. Not that she would admit it to anyone, but she really liked Jiyong, like a crush even. Perhaps it was his hardworking personality or maybe it was the edginess of his lifestyle, but she loved it so much…she adored him to no end. Even when it was midnight and she was on her day off –as well as Jiyong-, she had always a good time when she was around Jiyong and if the man wanted to talk, she’d do so with a few whining here and there.

Then, she sees he had sent her a photo of herself, probably one that he had found on social media, but what caught her attention were the five hearts emoticons that followed soon after.

Look how pretty you are.” She guesses that’s what he’s saying even when they are some spelling errors. “You are like a goddess.” He continues. “My manager is freaking gorgeous…” Those words make her smile widely and she read through the other texts. “I hope you never become someone else’s manager or I’ll haunt you.

Jiyong, you’re so freaking drunk.” She texts him quickly and the answer is even quicker. He must be laying on his bed after hours of drinking with his friends. She had never quite known why he liked partying so much when he was really quiet, but she guesses one doesn’t have to do with the other.

…Yeah.” He answers and she chuckles groggily. “But you’re still pretty.

You’ll regret saying that in the morning.

I won’t regret saying the truth.

And she hoped he reacted the same way in the morning.

She stumbled inside the practice room as she carried one cup of coffee in one hand from Jiyong’s favorite café, one bag of takeout hanging from her arm and Jiyong’s car keys in between her fingers since he had asked her to park his car since he wasn’t really feeling well. Jiyong was tapping his fingers against the wall and he was humming the song under his breath, sometimes mimicking the dance moves that had been taught to him and other times simply creating new ones for performance.

“Here’s your coffee, lazy ass.” She tells him and Jiyong rushes towards her, taking everything away from her grasp and placing it over a small table in the corner. When he turns around, she had an adoring look on her face and she chuckled lightly. “Jiyong.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re cute, you know that?” The dumbfounded look on Jiyong’s face had her laughing even louder and she reached for her jeans’ pocket, taking out her phone before scrolling down through his texts before standing by his side, letting him see and she notices how the blood rushed to his face when reading his texts. “Look, you texted me while drunk.”

“Holy shit, I am so sorry-”

“Was it really true?”

“Well, yeah-”

“Then, what’s the issue?” She tells him and she puts one hand over her hip. “I am your manager, you’re my superstar and we’ll keep this professional, alright?”

“Absolutely!”

But…they quite failed at that already.

Postcards

Requested: by @four-fucking-australian-dorks  – i read I Found and fell in love with it almost instantly! your writing is amazing! i was wondering if you could write a one shot with single!jensen x reader where they were best friends when they were younger but lost contact, and now she’s the new actress on supernatural, playing dean’s love interest. jensen and reader lost their virginity to each other and never spoke of their feelings for one another :) thank you xx

Pairing: Single!Jensen x Reader

Warning: angst, fluff, dirty talk, mentions of smut and swearing

Words: 5,278

A/N: I’m sorry if this isn’t how you wanted it to turn out, but there wasn’t much to work with. So I just went with the flow. Facts throughout this may come across as false, as I had to change some information to make it fit with the story-line. Also, I may have gotten too carried away with this…

Please do excuse any spelling and grammar errors. I’ll eventually get around to editing it. I hope you enjoy it .x

Requests are open!


Y/N’s POV

The look on your mother’s face when she opened your bedroom door to the sight of a man between your legs was imprinted in your mind. You were embarrassed that she had caught you doing the dirty deeds with your best friend, Jensen. She had done absolutely everything to humiliate the both of you after that incident. For thanksgiving dinner, she thought it was a brilliant idea to invite Jensen’s family over to join, and in the process of everyone enjoying their meals, she blurted out the fact that you and Jensen weren’t all that innocent.

From that day forward, both parents made it their mission to prove that your actions were foolish and it could’ve led to a different situation – “it could’ve led to you being sixteen and pregnant, Y/N!” or for Jensen’s case, “what would’ve happened if that girl had herpes?” and Jensen’s comment would always be, “well then I would have herpes, but that’s impossible, because we were both virgins.”

Despite both of your parents denying you access to see one another, it never stopped you. You had been best friends since birth and nothing was going to step in your way. You both continued to see each other; always meeting at the field you claimed your own. It even got to the point where you both ran away together, but that only lasted three weeks before you ran out of money and were both starving.

Your father had forced you to speak to psychologist about your behavior despite your many protests. Even your psychologist believed that it was normal for teenagers to behave this way. But you decided to keep in touch with her and speak to her about every problem you had. You had even opened up about how you felt about Jensen and how he didn’t feel the same way you did – well not in that way, at least. You discussed the reason behind your sexual acts with him. You told her that you were both just friends, you weren’t dating. Jensen didn’t like you like that. Neither of you wanted to still be virgins when you graduated. What’s a better way than to lose your virginity to your best friend? The one person you trusted most.

When you both graduated, you promised one another that you wouldn’t lose contact – promised that the next time you’d see each other was for your 21st birthday. Jensen wanted to start off his career whilst you wanted to explore the world. So you both parted ways, staying in contact for a whole year. It always consisted with you sending postcards from every stop you made around the world – that included the Sydney Opera House, the London Eye, and even the pyramids of Giza – and him sending one back with letters of his progress.

The second year was when the communication had lessened. You couldn’t blame him for losing touch; he was busing himself with his acting career, he wanted to make the big screen. It was on a cold November morning that you decided to send your last postcard which was of the city of Chicago lit up at night. He knew how much you adored cities at night. You told him that you were going to settle down for a couple of years; that you were accepted into the University of Chicago. But you never got one in return.

It was the third year that you decided to send another postcard to him. Two weeks before your birthdays. He was a day older than you. You wrote to him about your progress in school, about the friendly people you met, about the dates you went on. You asked if he was going to come to the city for your 21st birthday, as he promised. You didn’t expect much of a reply, but you were surprised when you seen an envelope in the mail a few days later.

You were lead to disappointment and heartache. Jensen had told you about his life. He mentioned that his career was starting to go somewhere, despite him being offered a one-off role in a small television series no one really knew about. He told you about this woman he met, told you they hit it off pretty well. You were happy about those two facts. But you were left broken when he told you that he couldn’t make it to your birthday – he had already made plans to spend that week in Hawaii with his new girlfriend.

Despite your heart screaming at you in protest, you decided to send your one last final postcard to him. You wrote about your new best friend, Misha, as he liked to be called. You had met him in one of your classes when you were both assigned to complete a project together. From then on, you both grew close and became the best of friends. You told him about wanting to start your career soon. He knew about it. You both wanted to be major stars on the big screens.

You wished him a happy birthday. Told him that you hoped he was happy and living a good life. As much as you didn’t want to say it, you wrote to him that it was nice knowing him. You stated that now was the time to let go of your foolish promises that clearly weren’t going to remain unbroken. Instead, you wished him a healthy and happy life for the later future and bid him goodbye.

It was better this way. You could finally move on from your high school love. He didn’t bother to reply after you sent that, making it easier for you to move on. Why continue to love a man who didn’t love you the same way you did?

It had been seventeen years since then and you were happier than ever. You career blossomed when a student from the university asked if you and Misha could participate in her short film. You both agreed, of course. Her professor was impressed with her work and the acting involved, that he managed to get in contact with a director and producer and showed off her work.

You and Misha were offered roles in a movie that put your name out into the world. It had begun from there. You both separated but continued to stay in touch. In fact, Misha made the effort to see you as often as possible. You stayed in contact with the student who made you a star in the first place; learning her name was Victoria and she was the only female friend in your life. You both shared the same interests and hobbies. You fangirled together over bands and hot actors and even gushed over the movie you starred in with Norman Reedus.

Eventually, you became the love matcher and got Vicki and Misha together. That led to them both being married and expecting their first child.

That leads to today. You were sitting in the trailer that was now owned by you, preparing yourself for your first scene. Misha had scored a reoccurring role on a well-known television series and had told you about an opening spot for a main character on the show. You hadn’t had enough time to research the show, but Misha told you the basics. There were two main characters, Dean and Sam, who fought against evil. Misha managed to score the role of an angel named Castiel.

You laughed at the information he gave you. What kind of show was this?

But soon enough, you were discussing the role with the creator himself. You had already auditioned for the role, as did many others, but he immediately loved your acting and asked to meet with you privately to discuss arrangements. You learnt that your character would be playing Dean’s love interest, a half angel half human hunter who grew up without knowing her parents.  

Mr. Kripke showed you around the set that was currently cleared for the half hour. He showed you to your trailer, and showed you where to go for clothing and hair and makeup. He arranged for an assistant to take care of the rest as he was needed on set in the next few minutes. Your assistant – Kaylee, you had learnt – handed you a schedule with the times you needed to be on set to direct a scene.

Now here you were, reading over your script and memorizing every line. You had recently bumped into Jared Padalecki, who you learnt played the role of Sam Winchester. He told you that you’ll love the guy who plays Dean, but never mentioned his name. Instead, he rushed off as he was needed on set.

The scene that you needed to film was your character interacting with Castiel, who finds you cutting off a vampire’s head. It was entrance to the show, making the audience believe you were just another hunter, but soon reveal that you are more than just that.

Glancing at the time, you quickly rushed out of your trailer and ran over to set. You seen Misha talking with one of the crew members, but couldn’t help but squeal and run over to him. He immediately stopped speaking the person and grinned, opening his arms and readying himself for your embrace. It had been three weeks since you seen him and you were happy to be with him again.

“Mimi!” You giggled when he spun you around, planting a gentle kiss to your jaw. The two of you were always affectionate towards each other, it even made Vicki think you were together when she met you both. Luckily for her, you weren’t together and never planned on it.

“Y/N/N!” He beamed, placing you back down on your feet. “I’ve missed you.”

You smiled up at him and quickly pulled your phone out, opening the camera. He knew what you were doing; you did it every time you caught up. You held your phone in front of both your faces, both grinning, as you snapped the photo.

“I’ve missed you, too,” you kissed his cheek before opening Instagram. You uploaded the photo with the caption “Reunited with my best friend. Can’t wait to be working with him again! Xx

Before you could both continue your conversation, you were interrupted by the director, ordering you both to get on your marks and begin acting.


It had taken thirty minutes to film the scene, Misha found every opportunity to ruin it for you. Whether it was the unscripted flirty line he spoke or the groans he made quietly when you killed the vampire. It ruined your first chance to be professional and show these guys you were good. But you made it in the end, with a punch to Misha’s arm.

You were both in the break room, grabbing something quick to eat whilst you wait for the next scene you needed to be in. That involved your character, Castiel and Dean. You were excited because you were finally able to meet this famous Jay that Misha was gushing about. He was about to show you a picture of him when you were told that you were needed on set.

Misha grabbed your hand and pulled you to set, walking over to a tall man who had his back to you. He was speaking to Jared, though. Jared seemed to notice you, and smiled at you. You smiled back at him, standing behind Misha to look over at the set. You hadn’t noticed that the three men were talking until Misha tugged at your hand, gripping your hand tightly. You turned to face him, smiling up at him, before looking behind him and at the man who was staring back at you.

Your heart started to beat faster at the man’s appearance. Your smiling dropping when you realized who it was. Minutes had past and you were still both staring at each other in shock. No words were said between the two of you as the both of you studied one another.

“Y/N/N?” Misha whispered, freeing your hands and placing his hands on your shoulders. You couldn’t take your eyes off the man in front of you though. He had changed. He didn’t look like the young baby faced teenager you knew of.  No, he was a grown ass man now, sporting a few days old beard.

“Jensen,” you whispered, pulling away from Misha.

Jensen seemed to understand what you meant through his name, as he walked to you and embraced you into a tight hug. You did your best to hold back the tears that threatened to fall, but your pride was let down and wave of sadness washed over you. You couldn’t hold back the tears. Your former best friend was hugging you.  

The man you had fallen in love with when you were teenagers. The man you bid goodbye to because you couldn’t handle the heartache he left with that last postcard. The man you hadn’t spoken to for seventeen years. He was standing in front of you, gripping you tightly in his embrace. You could tell he was letting go of a few tears as well, as he nuzzled his face into your neck.

“You have no idea how much I missed you,” he whispered, pecking the skin just below your ear. He had always done that as a sign of comfort since the age four, “God, it broke my heart when you sent me that postcard.”

You close your eyes and pulled him tighter against you, fisting his shirt. You didn’t trust yourself to speak, so instead you pecked him back on the neck just below his ear. You heard Jared and Misha mumble something before walking off and speaking to the directors.

“Why’d you leave me?” Jensen mumbled, pulling back slightly to look at your face, but he still held you in his arms.

“You were living life happily, I felt no need to stay in it when we barely even communicated,” you spoke softly, leaning your head on his shoulder. His hand rubbed softly against your back, calming you down slowly.


Jensen’s POV

Jensen felt his heart break even more. He didn’t intend to lose contact with Y/N. He never imagined his life without her – nor did he think it’d ever happen. He always assumed that you both would stick together and witness one another’s milestones. Instead, he was left with no one to tell when he scored a permanent role in an on-going series.

Throughout his entire life, Jensen never felt pain greater than the words he read within that last postcard his best friend had sent. He felt his heart break when Y/N talked about her new friend; as if she were already replacing him with somebody else. He could never replace her, no matter how hard he tried after that. But what hurt most was when she told him that she couldn’t do it anymore; she couldn’t handle the fact that they weren’t communicating as much as he promised you both would. It felt as if he had his heart ripped out and shattered against the wall.

The postcard was proof that Y/N could cause mixed emotions. Whilst Jensen was upset with the fact that she found someone new and that she decided that it was time to give up on their friendship; he was happy that she was starting to follow her dreams. He was glad that Y/N was finally doing something for herself for once.

He wanted so badly to write back and plead for her forgiveness. But what would be the point? She was happy. He wasn’t going to ruin that. He wasn’t going to be selfish and cause her even more grief than he already had. He understood why she wanted to leave and give up. Jensen was at fault, if he were being honest. He didn’t put his full effort in trying to keep in contact with her.

But all of that was forgotten when Jensen seen Y/N smiling up at Misha. He couldn’t believe that his former best friend, the woman who he had fallen in love with, was standing right in front of him. He wanted to scramble away and never come out from hiding, but he couldn’t. When his eyes met hers, he was in a trance. The same Y/E/C eyes that he often got lost in when you were both younger were now drowning him again.

Jensen’s heart jumped into his throat when he heard her call his name. He knew by the tone of her voice that she needed him. There was no hesitation when he stepped forward and pulled her small frame into his tight embrace. It was in that moment that he knew he was never going to let her go ever again.

“You think that made me happy when you left?” His voice trembled as a fresh wave of tears begun to well.

He watched as Y/N studied his face. There was a war happening behind her eyes, he could see that, and she had no clue how to respond. It tugged at Jensen’s heart when fresh tears rolled down her cheeks, her grip on his shirt tightening as she pulled him closer again. It was obvious the guilt was eating her alive.

“I didn’t want to,” Y/N mumbled, “I had to, it was for the best.”

“What do you mean?” He asked. He was generally confused at her confession. What made her do it? Why did she have to?

She sighed and pulled back from Jensen. He wanted to pull her back and hug her for the rest of eternity. Instead, he watched her wipe her tears on the sleeve of the sweater she wore and step back from him. She tilted her to look up at him, a soft smile evident on her face.

“That doesn’t matter right now,” she spoke softly, “we have a scene to shoot.”

And with that, she walked over to Misha and Jared. Several questions flooded his mind, every thought surrounding the reason behind Y/N disappearance from his life. But he had to put that aside and finish his work.

Fuck, it’s going to be a long day. He thought.

Following her, his gaze never let her figure. It had been twenty years since he last saw his best friend. She was just as beautiful as he remembered. Her Y/H/C hair had darkened with age, and she had definitely cut it. Her figure used to be short and a bit on the thick side. Now, she was slim and a little taller than he remembered. He loved those curves you had, and he loved how confident you were with your body back then. Jensen wondered what caused you to shed so much weight. He loved you just the way you were.

She was still her bubbly self, though; always excited about the tiniest things. He remembers the day he took Y/N to the park to have a picnic, he had wanted it to be a date but the thought of losing her over his stupid feelings was something he never wanted to face. They were eating the home-baked cupcakes Jensen had made when a lost child came up to her and asked if she had seen the little child’s mother.

She had then spent three hours trying to find this child’s mother, and even fed the little boy some cupcakes. Eventually, they found the kid’s mother and she was so thankful that Y/N took care of him. The mother even invited Y/N over for dinner, as a thank you. The kind act made Y/N beam with happiness. To others, it might have been a small act of random kindness, but to Y/N, it was her whole life being put into perspective.

Jensen fell in love with her even more that day.

“So, how do you two know each other?” Misha asked curiously, looking between you both.

Y/N looked over at Jensen and smiled. His heart was pounding in his chest, he was so sure that everyone could hear it.

“We had been best friends since birth, and unfortunately drifted apart after graduation from high school.” Jensen mumbled, looking over at the woman he still loved. His entire life was right in front of him and he was ready to grab it and never let it go again.

A gasp left Misha’s mouth as looked over at Y/N. He was connecting all the dots, every story she had told him about this friend she had in high school. It was about Jensen.

“The guy from the stories you told me?” Misha asked, a smile forming on his face.

This made Jensen look at him in realization. Misha was the guy Y/N had spoken about. How he hadn’t figured this out before was perplexing. All this time, he was so close to the love of his life without really knowing it. One of Jensen’s best friends was communicating with the woman he loved for the past five years he had known him and he hadn’t known of that fact.

A blush rose to Y/N cheeks. She nodded slightly but it was seen by Jensen. It made him smirk as he turned back to her.

“What stories did you tell, Y/N?” Jensen asked, the smirk still evident on his face.

She blushed even more, looking down at her feet. God, she’s adorable, Jensen thought.

“Most of the stories were cute, mainly about the small happy times you had together,” Misha butted in, a smirk on his own face. “Then there were other happy times that she described very graphically.”

This made Y/N punch Misha’s arm in attempt to get him to shut up.

“You’re a bullshitter! I never described anything graphically!” She yelled at him.

Oh my, Misha, he was so good in bed. And I don’t mean just the sex, I mean with his tongue too,” Misha moaned out, doing his best impersonation of Y/N.

Both Jensen and Y/N blushed at Misha’s reenactment. Jensen blushed at hearing the statement the woman in front of him had apparently said. She blushed because she never wanted the love of her life to know that she gushed about their time between the sheets. But it was too late; Misha was enjoying the moment.

“Is this the chick you talked about to me, J? The one you had said was ‘the best fuck’ in your entire life and ‘had a mouth of a goddess’?” Jared caught on, smirking at his best friend.

Jensen groaned and ran his hand down his face in attempt to hide his red cheeks. He was so going to get him back for this later.

“Wait, so best friends since birth, but you had sex? Did you date?” Jared asked curiously, more confused than anything.

“Uh, no,” Jensen mumbled, “We didn’t date.”

“Why not?” Misha asked this time.

“Because he didn’t love me, Mimi, you know this.” Jensen heard Y/N whispered to the blue eyed man. His heart was caught in his throat as he stared at her. He couldn’t believe what he had heard. The young woman who had stolen his heart all those years ago was only now admitting her true feelings. Meaning, within the twenty one years they spoke, he could’ve expressed his feelings towards her and she would’ve returned them.

But he never took the risk. And that left him with regret.

“I did love you,” Jensen told her, watching as she looked up at him and frowned.

“What?” She murmured, searching his eyes for truth. Boy, did he let her read him. He was falling apart in front of her.

“Of course I loved you back then, fuck, I still do,” he stated, running a hand through his hair, “I loved you since the day you told my bully to back to hell down before you kicked his balls so far up him that he’d be deepthroating his own nut sack.”

This caused Y/N to laugh and shake her head. She remembers that day so vividly. Despite growing up in a strict household, she had one hell of a mouth. Both verbally and physically, Jensen inwardly groaned. They were only fourteen when she said that.

“Oh boy, that was a tough day,” she giggled.

Oh, how Jensen loved the sound of that. Her laugh, to him, sounded so angelic. He could record it and listen to it on repeat and never grow tired of the angelic sound that escaped her mouth. He was so in love with her.

He was about to reply when he was interrupted by one of the crew members. Jensen gave her a look to say that they’ll need to talk later, more privately. She nodded and followed his lead.

“Jensen, Misha and Y/N! On set now!”


Jensen was sitting in his trailer when there was a knock at the door. He mumbled a “come on” as he continued to scroll through his phone. He hadn’t seen who came in and when he didn’t hear them speak he decided to get off his phone and pay the person some of his attention. But when he looked up to see the love of his life; he knew he was going to give all of his attention.

He patted the seat beside him, watching as you moved to sit facing him on the small sofa. You hadn’t given much thought to what you were going to say to him, you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself. But knowing your luck, you probably were going to anyway.

“Hey,” Jensen looked over at you and placed his hand on your knee. His eyes studied your reaction, and he had witnessed that you felt the same sparks he did. You placed your hand over his, curling your fingers into his palm and pulling it closer towards you.

“Hi,” you murmured, smiling softly when his fingers tightened around yours.

Your thumb rubbed over his knuckles, tracing small patterns over the pack of his hand. You missed moments like this. You would always meet up at that field you both claimed as your own and just lay there in silence, holding hands. The silence spoke for itself; you were both comfortable with each other.

“How have you been?” Jensen asked.

He leant his head back against the sofa, still looking over at you. Your gaze was stuck on your hands, your other hand soon joining in drawing patterns on his hand. Part of him wished you would look up so you could see the look on his face; the complete adoration he had for you.

“I’ve been great, honestly. Life is great! I’ve met some amazing people,” You finally looked up and seen how truly interested he was to know about your life. It made you feel important.

“Meet anyone special enough to settle down with?” He dreaded to ask the question, but he needed to know. He wanted to know if he needed to let go and move on. He hoped your answer was a no, being too selfish to let you be with somebody else.

You shook your head, no. You noticed his body relax after your answer, “No, I was close to, actually. That didn’t end well. He wasn’t stable.”

You didn’t want to go into too much detail about that relationship. It was a bad time for you. Jensen realized what you meant, anger sparking his every nerve. But when you brought his hand to your lips, he visibly relaxed. You didn’t want him to worry about something that happened five years ago.

“What about you?” You needed to know this.

“No,” he muttered, “you know that chick I was with when we sent those postcards? Yeah, we ended on a bad note. I haven’t really dated since then. A few hook ups, but nothing more.”

You inwardly screamed in glee, smiling softly at the man. You felt guilty that you were happy that he was single. You wanted him all to yourself, though. As selfish as that seemed. But he wanted the same. He wanted you to himself. He didn’t want to share.

“Good,” you whispered, looking back down at your hands. He squeezed your fingers and used his free hand to move the piece of hair the fell in front of your face. You looked back up to him to see his face close to yours.

You sucked in your breath as he studied your lips. Oh man, kiss me already! You screamed out in your thoughts. But he didn’t kiss you where he wanted. Instead, he placed his lips on your cheek. It still caused you to blush uncontrollably.

“Why is that good, hm?” He whispered into your ear, his breath was felt against your neck causing goose bumps to rise.

This was your moment. Now was your time to tell him everything. It had been seventeen years full of trying to move but ended up being seventeen years of falling even more in love with someone who you thought had forgotten you existed. But you were wrong. Jensen thought about you every moment of the day. You consumed his dreams when he slept. And when he went out to drink with the boys, you were still on his mind. How could he forget his first love? Even if his first love consisted of being friend zoned to the max.

“Because that means I get you all to myself,” you turned your head and looked him in the eye. He looked you back in the eye and grinned, finally feeling the hole in his heart start to fill. It only took you both twenty-two years to confess your feelings for one another. You could’ve been married by now if the two of you grew a pair when you were fourteen.

“I wish we kept sending postcards,” he mumbled, leaning closer to you. You could feel his breath against your lips, “I wish I had the courage to confess my feelings to you in one of the postcards, maybe then we’d be together.”

“You’re wasting time right now,” you giggled, “screw them postcards. You have me now.”

And with that, he pressed his lips against yours. Fuck the whole butterflies in your stomach, it felt more like dragons blowing fireballs. His free hand cupped the back of your neck and pulled you closer. Your lips moved together in sync, one of your hands reaching up to tug at his hair. With lips locked, a silent promise was made.

You both silently vowed to never leave one another’s life ever again. You vowed to marry the man in front of you and he vowed to love the woman in front of him for as long as he lived.