they should never ever ever break up

The Prodigy

At the Garrison, they call him a prodigy. Say he has a talent that comes around only once in a century. They watch him maneuver the simulator and weave through the sky with an ease the other cadets lack and tell him he must have been a bird in another life because it seems like he was just born to fly. And maybe they’re right.

He doesn’t feel like a prodigy though. Flying is just something he’s good at, and only because he’s grown up moving from Garrison base to Garrison base, stuck in the custody of one officer after the next. And, well, there’s only so much a kid can do in a military base other than to sit in on the cadet classes and learn flight maneuvers he won’t even get to use for another six years, when he turns sixteen and can enlist as a cadet. Everything he and the other cadets are learning in class now he started learning at the age of ten, and he’s pretty sure that’s the only reason he can pick it all up so quickly while the other cadets lag behind. It’s not that he’s a prodigy or anything, like all the officers think. He just had a head start.

That advantage kind of isolates him from the rest of the cadets though. Oh, they all have their opinions of him, ranging anywhere from reverence and admiration to outright fury and jealousy. Keith hears all their gossip and rumors as he walks down the hallways, whether they want him to or not, and he knows his flying skills play a key role in how they all react to him, rather than his actual personality or quiet nature. He thinks that should maybe make it easier for the others, all those that actually want to interact with him, to start up a conversation, but time shows him differently. None of them ever approach him. And they never, ever talk to him. Not directly. Not if they can help it.

Which is why he’s so surprised when one of the cadets— a tall, dark-skinned boy Keith recognizes from one of their weekly lectures— sits across from him at the usually-empty mess hall table Keith occupies during lunch break and holds out a large, calloused hand.

“I’m Lance McClain,” he says, voice loud and direct and purposeful. “First year cadet. Cargo pilot.”

He grimaces just a bit at that last statement, tiny wrinkles forming in the dark skin at the bridge of his nose, but otherwise doesn’t show any of the reactions Keith’s come to expect during conversations with the other cadets. No cagey twitches or shifty eyes. No glowers or unconscious cringing away, even when Keith slowly shifts to take the hand offered to him. Lance’s grip is strong and steady, and his long, thin face is set in an expression of determination. Of challenge, almost.

It’s… refreshing, if Keith is being honest. A breath of fresh air in this place he’s felt smothered by for months.

Keith closes his hand around Lance’s and looks up into his unwavering gaze. “Keith Kogane,” he answers. “First year. Fighter class.”

“Yes. I know.” Lance smiles at him then. Sardonic, and yet still more welcoming and honest than many of the expressions other cadets send his way. It is, without doubt, a smile he can trust, even if it carries more animosity than Keith should be comfortable seeing.

Maybe that says something about him.

He doesn’t linger on it, though. Just pulls his hand back to lace together with his other hand beneath the surface of the table and asks, “Did you need something?” Because why else would this boy who so obviously views Keith as something to beat seek him out for a conversation if not for a specific purpose? Lance might seem like the type to start talking with anybody, but Keith isn’t just anybody. Not to Lance. Not to anyone on this Garrison base except maybe Keith himself.

Lance shrugs and leans back in his chair, folding his long, lanky arms behind his head in a posture of complete ease. For just a moment, Keith feels a spark of jealousy. Wishes he could be as relaxed as Lance in this place that observes and idolizes and expects more from him. Wishes, for just a second, to be a nobody at the bottom of the pack, where he could slip into the shadows without anyone noticing or caring for just once in his life. Wishes, at the same time, to not be so alone.

“Oh, nothing really,” Lance says. “I just hope you aren’t attached to your position at the top of our class, because pretty soon it’ll belong to me. I’m gonna be the one to surpass you.”

Keith doesn’t bother telling Lance that’s exactly what he wants, but it is. It’s what Keith desires above all else right now. Maybe if someone else takes his spot, then everyone will stop looking at him with such hostile and distant eyes. Maybe they’ll stop treating him like some sort of gift from the heavens and start acting like normal human beings in his presence. Maybe it’ll make him approachable enough for the other cadets to finally talk to him instead of about him.

But Keith doesn’t reveal all that. Instead, he quietly says, “Good luck,” to Lance, and, for once, he actually means it.

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tutoring sessions ↬ p.p (part two)

read part one: here

prompt: continuing your tutoring sessions with peter, you convince your mother to let him come over and help you out with algorithms at your house, with days left until your makeup exam 

warnings: more fluff tbh, some curse words, use of the word “stupid” 

notes: thank you for the amount of notes on part one! i really appreciate it. and to those people who requested requested this: @theperksofbeingyourmum, @captainveromendes, @legendarydazekitten, @fridgeisle, @tiny-friggin-human 


“Hey, are you feeling okay?” 

Peter turned his head, his right arm sore and surely bruised, and his entire back aching. He was healing—that much he could feel, and he felt a lot less like the Hell he did a few days ago after stopping some guy from shooting down a bank—but he still felt like he was dying right now, and he hadn’t been focused at all. 

“Yeah,” he lied, “I’m fine. Just tired. Aunt May’s been making me do some extra chores.”

The two of you had been sitting on the floor of your living room, working on some practice tests to prepare you for the real deal that was quickly approaching. This had been one of the many meetings you’ve had during the week, but this was the first that had taken place out of school and actually in your home. 

You could tell Peter was nervous, his leg bouncing and his fingernails constantly drumming against the wood of your coffee table, and you didn’t know what to do to make him calm down. He had been like this for about forty-five minutes and he barely talked unless it was to explain something or you, yourself, tried to make causal conversation—like the small, playful banter you two had during the first tutoring session. 

The both of you had talked more during school and gotten to know each other better, and the sight of him looking as uncomfortable as ever made you frown. You were really beginning to wonder why on earth MJ had even thought to pair you up together, especially considering how miserable he looked. 

He had seemed somewhat joyful when this whole thing had started, and you bit your lip at the thought that he was only trying to be polite. You knew that he was the type of person to do that, after all, and he wouldn’t want to hurt your feelings by refusing so it could’ve been likely that he was only doing this in order to spare you getting offended. 

You sighed to yourself.

Well, shit.

You finished the last equation on your third practice quiz and listened to the scratching of your pencil. 

Peter had taken a strange easiness in simply shutting up and watching over your shoulder as you did things and the fact that he analyzed you—well, maybe he wasn’t just checking out the work—so closely made you very aware of him; and without a doubt it made you five times more anxious. You solved the problem and backed up, accidentally bumping into his chest and he let out a gruntled sort of sound. 

“What happened? Did I elbow you or something?” You looked up at him and glanced at his pained expression. 

Peter shook his head, but he knew it wasn’t fooling you. “No, it’s—it wasn’t you, don’t worry. I just got really sore from, uh…gym!” 

You raised a brow. Really? That was his lie. If you hadn’t been so worried about him, you could’ve laughed. “Peter, you know MJ told me how terrible of a liar you are.” 

“Hey, I wouldn’t say I’m that bad of a liar, you know,” He starts defensively, and you cross your arms and pretend like you believe him when suddenly he pauses. “Wait, you guys talk about me?” 

Peter rolls his eyes at himself and clenches his jaw, shaking his head as he takes a moment to go: Wow, you gigantic spaz. Nice going. He wants to hurl himself out of your house’s nearest window (to be honest, he knew he wouldn’t get hurt anyways, if he really tried) because oh my God, why did he say that?

It was official. You were never going to talk to him after you take your test and finish it—and let’s face it, you were going to pass, he had the utmost confidence in you (but then again, when did he not?)—and he would lose any slim, one-in-a-million-chances he had with you. 

Seriously, it would be so much easier to talk to you in a mask. Karen would be great at advice right about now. 

Then, he sees you blushing—and it’s quite literally one of the most adorable things he has ever seen beside a cute dog video Ned had showed him once. He’s staring at you—wait, sorry, admiring, and you don’t mind it. Sure, your heart is racing like it’s trying to win first place and your palms are beginning to sweat, but it’s fine. He knows that by now, he should break eye contact, but he doesn’t want to. You’re looking insanely beautiful, and he knew that though he had only been around for a short amount of fifteen years, he’d never seen beauty like yours before. 

He doesn’t think he ever will again. 

Dude, shut up, he tells himself, wanting slap himself across the face; no, wait—say something, say it out loud. Be cool, be witty, be—

“Math.” 

…Stupid.

You chuckle. “Wow, straightforward. I’m still not letting go of that terrible liar thing, just so you know. Okay, so I finished this last problem. Please tell me it’s right, or my brain will melt. Plus, if it isn’t right, my dad will think the two of us haven’t been doing anything important, which isn’t true and…and I’m going to stop talking right now.”

Peter leans over hesistently and you slouch backwards into the bottom of your couch, breath hitching in your throat. He’s holding your pencil, scanning the problem for any mistakes and he purses his lips. 

“Well, it looks pretty good. But you kind of messed up here,” he points to what he’s talking about on your paper and you watch carefully as he erases some things. “You forgot to cancel and terminate this—easy mistake, I do it a lot—and it messed everything and you got the wrong solution.”

“Well, I’m going to fail and I’m going to have to go to summer school,” You lament and you turn around to make sure your parents are still in the kitchen to say, “I don’t know how I even got into an advanced math class.” 

You wanted to groan. You had numerous AP classes and a high GPA to keep and you could lose them just by your own silly mistakes. You turn your head when Peter places his hand unsurely on your knee, trying to comfort you.

“No, you got this. You completely got this. I, one hundred percent, believe in you. You’re going to get a great grade on your exam and it’s going to be awesome. We’ve got, like, what? One more study session? That’s all you need to pass this,” Peter begins to ramble, but you smile at him and his heart practically gives out. You bite your lip to hold back another huge grin that’s screaming to be shown as you realize something.

This

This is why MJ paired you guys together.

And you don’t know why, but for some reason your mind can’t think straight and you feel so warm and—and you’re suddenly hyperfixated on the fact that his hand has yet to leave your knee.


extra note: i’m thinking of writing a part three and four of this, but only if it’s requested enough! thank you for reading. 

the fact that so many people are taking a break or deleting their blogs is really saying something about tumblr fandoms.

y’all need to show respect.

cases in point:

1. the anon button is not and never was meant for sending hate comments

2. writers who post their works here should never ever be forced to continue their stories or be pressured to write.

3. people should NEVER EVER be receiving hate in any form, especially for expressing their opinions

4. no one should ever be pushed to do this or that just because they are in a certain fandom.

it just breaks my heart that so many people went on here to have a safe space where they could be able to express their love for their fandoms and themselves, but ended up having to leave because it became more toxic than safe.

the one thing i want you to take out of this post is to PLEASE BE NICE TO PEOPLE. PLEASE RESPECT THEM. WE ARE ALL HUMANS AND HAVE A RIGHT TO BE RESPECTED.

Pain of the Past

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Request: Hiya! Can you do a Reader x dean where they get into an argument and he throws up his arms/steps forward or something and Reader flinches as if she thought he would hit her and it breaks his heart?

Warnings: Some language, mentions of a past abusive relationship, angst, and some fluff.

Word Count: 914

A/N: Well I gave this my best shot so I hope you like this!!!

Originally posted by frozen-delight

“You don’t need to come on this hunt!”

You glared at Dean. This was the third time he had tried to stop you from going on a hunt and you’d had it. “And what gives you any right to say what I can or can’t do?” You snapped back.

“I’m not saying you can’t go, I’m just saying we don’t need you.” Dean ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

“Oh really? Because the last time you said that you came home with a bullet in your shoulder and Sam had a sprained wrist!” Dean had been trying this new method of saying he didn’t need you in hopes that you would believe him, but it was complete bullshit.

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✰ * º ❛   the one the morning after’ sentence starters   ❜

          (   as always, change the pronouns if needed!!   )

‘  we figured that when we couldn’t find you, you had gone home to make up with her… which is probably what you should’ve done, huh?  ’
‘  i think we should address the more important question: how dumb are you?  ’
‘  we’re trying to rebuild a relationship here. how are we supposed to do that without being totally honest with each other?  ’
‘  i’m on board with the ‘total honesty’ thing, i am… just not about the stuff that’s going to get you in trouble.  ’
‘  nobody’s gonna benefit and you’re just gonna hurt her.  ’
‘  alright, look, if you absolutely have to tell her, at least wait till the timing’s right… and that’s what deathbeds are for.  ’
‘  for you information, this happens to be a pain like no man will ever experience.  ’
‘  i don’t think you can make that statement unless you’ve been kicked in an area that god only meant to be treated nicely.  ’
‘  i think women just have a lower threshold for pain than men, that’s all.  ’
‘  oh, that’s mature.  ’
‘  come on, talk to me – please.  ’
‘  talk to you? i can’t even look at you right now.  ’
‘  what are they talking about?  ’
‘  just get away from me!  ’
‘  it was a mistake! i made a mistake, okay?  ’
‘  you had sex with another woman.  ’
‘  i knew something had to be wrong because my fingernails did not grow at all yesterday.  ’
‘  i guess they had a fight and he got drunk…  ’
‘  you knew about this and you didn’t tell us?  ’
‘  he has sex and we get hit on our heads.  ’
‘  you know what? i want you to leave. just get out. now!  ’
‘  i want to stay.  ’
‘  i want to talk about this.  ’
‘  okay, alright… how was she, in bed? was she good?  ’
‘  come on! you said you wanted to talk about it, let’s talk about it!  ’
‘  oh, well don’t answer that.  ’
‘  nobody likes change.  ’
‘  should we do something? yeah… never cheat on her.  ’
‘  i’m sorry, okay? i’m sorry.  ’
‘  i was… i was disgusted with myself.  ’
‘  this morning i was so upset and when i got your message, i was so happy and all i wanted to do was get her out of my apartment as fast as possible.  ’
‘  whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute. what time did your little friend leave? oh my gosh. she was there… she was still there? she was in there when i was in there?!  ’
‘  oh! just! get! out!!  ’
‘  hey, hey, listen! the important thing is that she meant nothing to me.  ’
‘  and yet she was worth jeopardizing our relationship!  ’
‘  look, i didn’t think there was a relationship to jeopardize. i thought we were broken up.  ’
‘  we were on a break.  ’
‘  a break that, for all i knew, could last forever. that, to me, is a break up.  ’
‘  you think you’re gonna get out of this on a technicality?  ’
‘  i thought our relationship was dead.  ’
‘  you thought our relationship was dead? well, you sure had a hell of a time at the wake.  ’
‘  you know what, i don’t think we should listen to this anymore.  ’
‘  i ran all over the place to make sure that didn’t happen.  ’
‘  *sarcastically* oh, that is so sweet. i think i’m falling in love with you all over again.  ’
‘  wax the door shut. we’re never leaving, ever.  ’
‘  don’t you realize none of this would’ve ever have happened if i didn’t think, at that same moment, you were having sex with him?  ’
‘  alright, say i had slept with him. would you be able to forgive me?  ’
‘  you’d be okay if you knew that he had kissed me and been naked with me and made love to me?  ’
‘  i would still want to be with you because it’s… i mean, it’s you.  ’
‘  come on, tell me what you’re thinking.  ’
‘  i’m thinking… i’m gonna order a pizza.  ’
‘  we could eat the wax. it’s organic.  ’
‘  oh great – food with hair on it.  ’
‘  because -that- would be crazy?  ’
‘  they’re gonna get through this, aren’t they? c’mon, it’s (name) and (name). they’ve got to.  ’
‘  we’re gonna get through this, aren’t we? come on, it’s us. we’ve got to.  ’
‘  you think i need a new walk?  ’
‘  i’ve been walking the same way since high school.  ’
‘  you know how some guys – they walk into a room and everybody takes notice? i think i need a ‘take notice’ walk.  ’
‘  are you actually saying these words?  ’
‘  what, now you’re not even talking to me?  ’
‘  look, i’m sorry, okay? i’m sorry. i was out of my mind.  ’
‘  i thought i lost you… i didn’t know what to do.  ’
‘  how insane must i have been to do something like this? huh?  ’
‘  i don’t chat. that’s not me.  ’
‘  hey, it’s three in the morning. they don’t know that i’ve come home yet. you notice how neither one of them are wondering where i am.  ’
‘  yeah, some people can be so self-involved.  ’
‘  you know what? i’m not the one that wanted that ‘break,’ okay?  ’
‘  you’re the one that bailed on us. you’re the one that ran the moment things got a little rough.  ’
‘  do you want to fight for us, or do you want to bail?  ’
‘  i did a terrible, stupid, stupid thing and i’m sorry. i wish i could take it back, but i can’t.  ’
‘  i just can’t see us throwing away something we know is so damn good.  ’
‘  i love you so much.  ’
‘  no, don’t! you can’t just kiss me and think you’ll make it all go away. it doesn’t work that way. it doesn’t just make it better.  ’
‘  i think you should go. i really think you need to go now.  ’
‘  this morning you said there was nothing so big that we couldn’t work past together. there’s got to be a way we can look past this.  ’
‘  i can’t imagine… i can’t imagine my life without you.  ’
‘  i can’t imagine… i can’t imagine my life without you. you know, without these arms… and your face and your heart. your good heart.  ’
‘  no, i can’t! you’re a totally different person to me now.  ’
‘  i used to think of you as somebody that would never, ever, hurt me, ever.  ’
‘  and now i just can’t stop picturing you with her. i can’t. it doesn’t matter what you say or what you do. it’s just changed everything… forever.  ’
‘  it’s just changed everything… forever.  ’
‘  this… this can’t be it.  ’
‘  they’ve been quiet for a long time. maybe she killed him.  ’
‘  is that your new walk?  ’
‘  no, i really have to pee.  ’
‘  well, we never actually kind of got to dinner… no, we kind of broke up instead.  ’
‘  yeah, we got our problems, but i really wanna make it work.  ’
‘  this whole break up thing is stupid and i’m just so sorry i put you through it. and i, you know, i don’t want to get back together over the phone. so, i love you, and you know what? i’m gonna go to bed now, but on my way to work in the morning, i’m gonna stop by around 8:30.  ’
‘  what kind of puppy do you think i should get?  ’
‘  good luck with your girlfriend!  ’
‘  so, what do you say? can i be your girlfriend again?  ’
‘  why are you moping your ceiling?  ’
‘  wow, i have the spirit of an old indian woman living in my ceiling.  ’
‘  don’t judge me too much, okay?  ’
‘  i saw this informercial, and i swear to you, i’ve never, ever bought anything on tv before… except for this mop.  ’
‘  you did a bad thing!  ’

This is for the con!Sterek ask, where they accidentally out their relationship on speaker phone. :) it was just too good, I couldn’t help myself!

—–

Stiles wasn’t having a great morning.

He was exhausted. He had done interviews all day yesterday and and spent most of the night on the phone with Derek definitely not making small talk.

He had overslept and barely made it to the current panel on time, his publicist Lydia glaring at him as she handed him coffee. He wasn’t the least bit sorry, though, he grinned behind the paper cup. Worth it.

So that’s his excuse for the events that were soon to follow.

The panel for his show, Welcome to The Planet, included the core four characters to Derek Hale’s Clark Kent/Superman: Braeden Hunter (Lois Lane), Jackson Whittemore (Pete Ross), Bobby Finstock (Perry White), and Stiles Stilinski (James Olsen). The show was a new spin on the age old story of Superman, revolving mostly around Clark’s job at the Daily Planet.

Critics and fans loved the show, and, while he was only supposed to be a supporting cast member, Stiles found himself becoming the fan favorite and quickly getting promoted to series regular. Viewers loved the chemistry between his character and Derek’s, and they were lucky to have showrunners that played off that dynamic. There was even speculation of them forgoing the traditional Clark/Lois relationship at some point in the next season.

Of course, Derek’s whereabouts were the first thing Stiles was asked that morning.

“Derek really wanted to be here, but unfortunately other obligations have him in London today. He wanted me to pass on a message though,” Stiles said, fumbling for his phone and scrolling through all the (inappropriate) messages to find what he was looking for. Wow, he thought, we sext A LOT.

Finally, he gave up. “You know what, I’m just going to call him,” he said, and hit call before he even thought about it, while the screams of fans filled his ears. He automatically put the phone on speaker when the call began and held it up to the mic.

The call finally picked up, and Derek’s sultry voice rang out loud and clear for everyone and their mother to hear.

“Hey, Baby. Didn’t get enough of me four hours ago?”

If Stiles thought the first screams were loud, they were nothing compared to the absolute insanity that happened next.

Stiles was completely frozen. His heart was racing and his mind was in overdrive.

He pulled the phone up to his ear, thankfully taking it off speaker, to hear Derek speaking to him, “Stiles? What’s going on? What’s all that screaming?”

“I, uh, I’m going to have to call you back.” Stiles hung up before Derek could say another word. He looked off the stage to see Lydia drop her head into her hands.

What have I done, he thought miserably.

Braeden, bless her soul, took over from there, calming down the crowd and asking for more question. The rest of the cast and creators helped to deflect questions from Stiles, and after another agonizing hour, he was finally free.

“Come with me,” Lydia barked at him as soon as he made it back stage. She led him to a private room and closed and locked the door.

“Well that was… interesting.”

“Lydia, I am so sorry-” he started, but she held up her hand.

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to,” she said, looking at him pointedly.

He nodded and pulled out his phone again. She rested her hand on his shoulder for a moment before she left the room.

“It’s going to be fine, Stiles.”

When Derek picked up this time, it was with a gruff, “Am I on speaker?”

Stiles completely broke down. He couldn’t stop the tears that ran down his face or the sob that tore from his lips.

“I am so sorry, Derek. I don’t- I wasn’t-”

“Stiles, baby, calm down. Breathe for me, okay? Listen to my voice and breathe.”

Stiles took a few more shaky breaths and sniffled, “please don’t hate me. Please don’t leave me.”

“Oh my god, Stiles no, I’m not going to leave you. And I could never hate you. I love you, remember? It’s going to be okay.”

“It’s not, I’ve ruined everything. I knew you wanted to keep us a secret but-”

“Wait,” Derek interrupted, “who said I wanted to keep us a secret?”

“Well I thought, you know, when Peter said… you’ve never been public about your relationships and he told me you wouldn’t want to tell the media about us because of your privacy and you would break up with me if I ever made you ashamed to be with me-”

“Please, never listen to a word my asshole uncle says again, Stiles. We really should have talked about this a year ago,” Derek huffed. “When you never pushed to do anything in public with me, I just assumed you didn’t want people to know either. Believe me when I say I will never, ever be ashamed to be with you. I love you so much, Stiles.”

Stiles couldn’t stop the smile that spread over his face, “I love you, too, Der. I don’t care who knows. I just wish I didn’t force this, I wish we could have done it on our terms, after discussing it properly.”

“It’s okay, babe. Really. I called Lydia when you hung up, and she’s drafting a statement for us right now.”

“So we’re really doing this.”

“Oh yeah, there’s no way you’re getting rid of me now. Think of how the fans will react! We have to keep them happy by staying together forever.”

Stiles laughed, “I actually like the sound of that.”

Derek’s breath hitched almost imperceptibly. “Me, too, Stiles. Me, too.”

All things considered, Stiles thought happily, this wasn’t such a bad day after all.

—–
Sorry for any errors! It’s late and I’m on my phone :)

(Submitted by  raimykeller)


Originally posted by lolatigerlily

Oh my gosh, this is fantastic! Thank you so much!

anonymous asked:

hello can you please make a break-up playlist for leaving somebody you should have loved?

  1. when i was your man // bruno mars
  2. my everything // ariana grande
  3. let her go // passenger
  4. sorry // halsey
  5. saved // khalid
  6. ocean eyes // billie eilish
  7. all you ever // hunter hayes
  8. i never told you // colbie caillat
  9. all we’d ever need // lady antebellum
  10. sorry seems to be the hardest word // blue
  11. please don’t go // barcelona
  12. back to december // taylor swift

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Harry Styles muse meme

Meet Me In The Hallway

“Meet me in the hallway.”
“Give me some morphine.”
“Just let me know, I’ll be at the door.”
“Hoping you’ll come around.”
“Maybe we’ll work it out.”
“I gotta get better.”
“Maybe we’ll work it out.”
“Just take the pain away.”
“Gotta get better, and maybe we’ll work it out.”
“We don’t talk about it, it’s something we don’t do.”
“Once you go without it, nothing else will do.”

Sign Of The Times

“Just stop your crying.”
“Welcome to the final show.”
“Hope you’re wearing your best clothes.”
“You look pretty good down here, but you ain’t really good.”
“We never learn, we’ve been here before.”
“We gotta get away from here.”
“They told me that the end is near.”
“Have the time of your life.”
“Remember, everything will be alright.”
“We can meet again somewhere.”
“We don’t talk enough.”
“We should open up before it’s all too much.”

Carolina

“She says I remind her of home.“
"Feeling oh so far from home.”
“She never saw herself as a west coaster.”
“Better swim before you drown.”
“She’s such a good girl.”
“How could you ever turn her down?”
“How would I tell her that she’s all I think about?”
“Well, I guess she just found out.”
“I met her once and wrote a song about her.”

Two Ghosts

“Same white shirt, couple more tattoos.”
“Sounds like something that I used to feel.”
“We’re not who we used to be.”
“We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me, trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat.”
“This was all we used to need.”
“We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me.”
“We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty.”
“I’m just trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat.”

Sweet Creature

“Had another talk about where it’s going wrong.”
“We’re still young.”
“We don’t know where we’re going but we know where we belong.”
“It’s hard when we argue, we’re both stubborn, I know.”
“Wherever I go, you bring me home.”
“Sweet creature, when I run out of road, you bring me home.”
“I always think about you and how we don’t speak enough.”

Only Angel

“I’m still the only one who’s been in love with me.”
“I’m just happy getting you stuck in between my teeth.”
“Couldn’t take you home to mother in a skirt that short, but I think that’s what I like about it.”
“She’s an angel.”
“I must admit I thought I’d like to make you mine.”
“It turns out she’s a devil in between the sheets.”

Kiwi

“She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes.”
“She’s driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it.”
“She’s such an actress.”
“I’m kind of into it.”
“It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it.”
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business.”
“She sits beside me like a silhouette.”
“She’s all over me, it’s like I paid for it.”
“I’m gonna pay for this.”

Ever Since New York

“You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do.”
“I need something, tell me something new.”
“I’ve been praying ever since New York.”
“Tell me something I don’t already know.”

Woman

“Should we just search romantic comedies on Netflix and then see what we find?”
“I’m selfish, I know, but I don’t ever want to see you with him.”
“I’m selfish, I know.”
“I told you, but I know you never listen.”
“I hope you can see the shape that I’m in.”
“While he’s touching your skin, he’s right where I should.”
“Apologies are never gonna fix this.”
“I’m empty, I know.”
“Promises are broken like a stitch is.”
“This thing upon me, howls like a beast.”

From The Dining Table

“Woke up alone in this hotel room, played with myself, where were you?”
“Fell back to sleep, I got drunk by noon.”
“I’ve never felt less cool.”
“We haven’t spoke since you went away.”
“Comfortable silence is so overrated.”
“Why won’t you ever be the first one to break?”
“Even my phone misses your call, by the way.”
“I see you gave him my old t-shirt.”
“Why won’t you ever say what you want to say?”
“Maybe one day you’ll call me and tell me that you’re sorry, too.”
“Woke up the girl who looked just like you, I almost said your name.”

(Bonus!) Don’t Let Me Go

“All of a sudden these lights are blinding me.”
“This bed was never made for two.”
“I’ll keep my arms wide open.”
“Don’t let me go, ‘cause I’m tired of feeling alone.”
“I promised one day that I’d bring you back a star.”
“Seems like these days I watch you from afar.”
“Don’t let me go.”
“I’m tired of sleeping alone.”

will i ever stop being amused at Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat hyping up the last episode of Sherlock so much, saying that “if they pull it off it’ll be record breaking, something never done before” - and then putting out one of the most mediocre seasons and final episode that I’ve ever seen in my life, that was so poorly received by the fanbase, that they actually assumed there was a secret 4th episode airing unannounced

Tangled  {Sentence Starters}

  • “I could get used to a view like this. Yep, I’m used to it. I want a castle.”
  • “I have made the decision to trust you.”
  • “You know, I can’t help but notice you seem a little at war with yourself here.”
  • “Look in that mirror. I see a strong, confident, beautiful young lady. Oh look, you’re here too!”
  • “Your dream stinks. I was talking to her.”
  • “What if it’s not everything I dreamed it would be? And what if it is? What do I do then?”
  • “WOO-HOOO! BEST DAY EVER!”
  • “This is part of growing up. A little rebellion, a little adventure, that’s good. Healthy, even.”
  • “Let’s just assume for the moment that everyone in here doesn’t like me!”
  • “Here comes the smolder.”
  • “You should know that this is the strangest thing I’ve ever done!”
  • “That’s the funny thing about birthdays, they’re kind of an annual thing.”
  • “And when I promise something, I never ever break that promise.”
  • “Who are you, and how did you find me?”
  • “Well, that’s okay! I mean, what she doesn’t know won’t kill her, right?”
  • “Great. Now I’M the bad guy.”
  • “I didn’t want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice.”
  • “This is kind of an off-day for me. This doesn’t normally happen.”
  • “The party lasted an entire week, and honestly, I don’t remember most of it.”
  • “Stay calm. It can probably smell fear.”
  • “I don’t know why, but overall it just smells like the color brown. Your thoughts?”
  • “Did I ever tell you I’ve got a thing for brunettes?”
  • “I know not who you are, nor how I came to find you, but may I just say— Hi. How ya doin’?”
  • “Save what has been lost. Bring back what once was mine.”
  • “I’ve hidden it. Somewhere you’ll never find it.”
Morning {Obi-Wan Kenobi X Reader}

Originally posted by my-majestic-scotsman

Request: Waking up with Obi-Wan Kenobi in the morning and making breakfast together? Super fluffy? Thank you :)

A/N: NGH THAT GIF THO OKAY SORRY - please send me some requests, my inbox has wiped them all clean :c

You felt stirring besides you and the covers move causing you to sit up and keep a grasp on the man who was attempting to leave quietly without saying goodbye. “Don’t go,” you whispered hoarsely causing the man to look at you surprisingly, his hair all tasseled. He nodded and with no convincing, sunk down next to you and pulled you closer to him. This had become a regular thing the with Jedi besides you, sneaking to see each other, staying in your room but waking up in the morning to find him gone after your long passionate nights.

“What time is it?” he asked rubbing a hand over his face and stroking his beard slightly. You bent over to check your data pad when you felt a prickly beard on your shoulder to see the Jedi had lent over to look and nuzzle you. “Obi-Wan what are you doing?” You chuckled.

“Checking the time and giving you a hug,” he replied with a cheeky smile. “6am, we need to get up and get breakfast soon.” 

“Mhm,” you nodded rolling back over on top of him and giving him a peck on the lips.

“We also need to go do some training my Young Padawan, you’ve been lacking recently. You seem distracted,” he mimicked with a wink, his hands resting on your exposed lower back.

“I wonder why,” you smirked rolling your eyes. “Oh, I’ll tell you. It’s because of my Master. He’s very attractive and sexy and a little bit of a distraction, but I cannot tell anyone.”

“Your Master thinks the same as you about his Padawan,” he smirked.

“I’m glad,” you smiled, pulling yourself away from Obi-Wan. You turned to the draw and got your underwear and robes on and picked up Obi-Wans scattered onesfrom across the floor and threw them at him. “Here, take these. Get dressed, and meet me in the kitchen.” and with that you walked off.

You’d got all sorts of ingredients out of the fridge and placed them on the side, setting the small table you had in your small kitchen and brewing some coffee for the both of you. “What do we have here?” You heard Obi-Wan ask as you turned around he was just tying up his tunic with a smile.

“You and me are going to make breakfast,” you smiled at him, walking over to him and grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the ingredients.

“You sit down, I’ll do it,” he smiled and kissed your temples.

“No,” you said quickly. “You’re never here when I wake up, so please just, let me enjoy this.” He sighed in defeat as you turned on the stove. “I’ll do the eggs, you do the toast.” he nodded and wrapped his arms around your waist as you began to crack and cook 4 eggs.

“Darling,” he chuckled. “You’re doing it wrong.”

“W-What do you mean! N-No I am not!” You stuttered. Obi-Wan held your arms after adding the smallest pinch of salt, and began swirling all 4 around the pan.

“This way, the eggs doesn’t loose it’s flavour,” He explained, you blushed as he let go of your arms and placed them around his waist while you kept the motion going. He nodded and hummed happily whilst pressing little kisses against your temples. 

Suddenly his arms left your side as he made his way over to make the toast, you turned your head to watch him and sadness washed over you. Why did the Jedi forbid attachments? Were you and Obi ever going  to be able to do this openly, or was it only ever going to be once in a blue moon when you woke up before him? However he was with you now, doing this, so that was all that mattered. “The eggs are done,” you smiled placing 2 eggs on your plates before placing them on to the table across for each other when Obi put 2 toast on either plate and sat down. You poured the coffee and joined him with a smile.

“Have I ever told you, you’re so beautiful?” Obi-Wan asked as he began to eat.

You shook your head, “Not in those exact words, no,” you replied honestly taking a bite out of your food too.

“Well, i should because you truly are gorgeous,” he smirked. “Have I also ever told you that, I love you?”

You nearly choked on your food and had to wash it down with your coffee shaking your head. “No, you haven’t.”

He was breaking rules for you, you’d slept together and yeah they all meant he loved you, but he’s never said the exact words up until now. “Well I do. I love you very much Y/N L/N.”

“I love you too Obi-Wan Kenobi.” And there you sat, both of you, smiling and cracking jokes after waking up together and making breakfast.

To Anon, I hope this is okay.
I’m sorry this is rubbish, what does one even eat for breakfast? I don’t eat breakfast..
I hope everyone likes this, requests are open but do try to be specific please when asking! Like give me a scenario to make it easierfor me!
Sending my love
-K’x

10

-Anon request

Alex Summers (Havok): His usual mischievous badboy persona would be gone in an instant and he wouldn’t let you out of sight for the entire nine months. He would insist on making sure that nothing went on in the mansion that could even in the slightest affect you or the baby.

Charles Xavier (Professor X): Having suspected for some time, Charles would be delighted and would be so excited about having a child around the mansion- and when he heard the baby’s thoughts for the first time, he cried.

Bobby Drake (Iceman): Bobby wouldn’t be able to process it at first, but when he did he would be speechless, before wrapping you up in an almighty hug and cheering loud enough to disrupt every occupant of the mansion.

Hank McCoy (Beast): He had never expected to have a family, so when you told him that you were pregnant with his child, his heart actually stuttered. You would spend hours just lying in bed together, his fingers skittering over your bump and imagining what your child would look like. (’I hope she has your eyes, Hank.’)

Logan Howlett (Wolverine): Though he never expected nor particularly wanted a child, the moment you told him you were pregnant, he realised just how wrong he’d been. He’d still maintain his laidback personality, but would shoot people a glare if they got too close to you or if he caught the faintest whiff of a threat.

St. John Allerdyce (Pyro): The pyromaniac would take it all in his stride and feign nonchalance which, though it still hurt you to see him brush the news off like that, you knew was just a façade. (Charles had to take you aside one day and ask you to tell John to shut up because he was cheering so loudly in his mind.)

Sean Cassidy (Banshee): His scream would break all the windows in a mile radius and he would swoop you up into his arms and dive about the room. Ever since you told him, he would be walking around the house either looking up Gaelic baby names, musing about ginger babies and whistling shrilly.

Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto): After losing his entire family, Erik has since made it his philosophy that should he ever have a child, he would never leave it and would protect it with his life and love it with all his heart. When you told him you were pregnant, he swore to you to do just that. (He also completely baby-proofed the entire mansion, much to everyone’s grumbling.)

Scott Summers (Cyclops): Scott never really had his own family either and would be over the moon about having a baby. Though secretly, he would terrified that it might have his mutation (you assure him that it wouldn’t matter and you could both teach it to control its powers.)

anonymous asked:

How would the Paladins react if their S/O was able to operate their lion?

wrote this at 5:51 AM before I need to get up so it’s probably really bad but eh. This was super rushed so I’m not happy with it but I’m posting it anyway lol. ✌🏻



Shiro

- surprised boyo
- ‘Show me’ ‘Shiro-’ 'SHOW ME’
- You show him that Black turns on for you
- And he’s so proud once you both fly out of the castle
- You pilot Black like a natural leader
- Honestly so excited for you but scared
- What if he gets hurt??? That means you have to lead Voltron and the thought of you going through that makes him want to cry
- Keeps those feelings hidden because he’s happy for you and doesn’t want you to worry about anything ever

Keith

- W h a t??
- Is so confused
- You could pilot the lion???? And you didn’t tell him???
- Salty but proud
- Lowkey wants to see you fly Red around just because
- Shows you how to pilot Red correctly but refuses to let you take her into battle because if something would to happen to you
- Ho boy

Lance

- WHAT!!!!
- He probably says something like 'Blue always picks the cute ones ;)’
- On the inside he’s like 'oh god they’re gonna get hurt what do I dooooooo’
- You refused to take Blue ever from Lance even though he said if you want to take his place you could
- You assure him Blue is his
- Make-outs in Blue 100%
- You are now taken on every mission ever but you stay in Blue. No exceptions. Although he loves seeing you beat up a galra.

Hunk

- w o ah
- Instantly takes you into Yellow and teaches you how to fly her
- Tells you that you should pilot Yellow if something ever happens to him and that breaks your heart
- You tell him that if something happens to him your never leaving his side? So someone else gotta pilot Yellow
- You guys end up having a feelings jam in Yellow in the middle of nowhere
- Asks coran to make you a spare Pilot uniform lmao

Pidge

- 'Wait really?? How??’
- You two end up going to the middle of no where and you show her that you can pilot Green pretty well
- Pidge wants to install another chair so you two can pilot Green together
- Allura says no :(
- She refuses to let you come on missions unless it’s 100000% necessary, and even then she’s like 'UM HOW ABOUT NO’
- She will not loose you under all circumstances



•From yours truly,
Mod Sammy💜•

ladystelladumaurier  asked:

#20 MSR for the angst prompt thing :) and maybe cancer arc...? Because I hate myself.

Thanks for the prompt! I gotta admit I have problems writing cancer arc because of… reasons. But I did my best. I hope you like it :) 

“For once stop pretending you’re okay! Just talk to me!”

She leaves the office at least once every hour.

The first few times she did, Mulder looked up from his computer or the file he’d been reading. He checks his watch each time, marks the exact time down on a scrunched up piece of paper. It started at 9.01 a.m. and now at 14.09 p.m., she’s getting up for the sixth time.

“I’m fine, Mulder.” She hissed at him shortly before noon. That was right before she left the office to have lunch. At least so she said. Mulder nodded, trying not to look at her. Her pale complexion haunts him; her beautiful eyes so hollow, almost empty, and he can barely stomach it. So he nodded, staring so intensely at his file before him that it blurred before his eyes. When he finally found it in himself to lift his head, she was already gone.

“Scully…” Mulder begins when she returns five minutes later. His words die on his tongue when he sees her take on a defensive stance. Her jacket isn’t buttoned right; she mixed up two of the buttons. It stops him. It stops everything inside of him, it seems.  

“Are you done with the paperwork?“Scully’s voice sounds raw. As if she’d been crying. As if she’d been sick again and again.  

“Scully, I think you should go home. You’re not feeling well.” One of her eyebrows shoots up; some things irrevocably remain the same, he marvels. Strangely, right this moment, he finds comfort in her inability to accept his help. Well, almost.

“I’m fine, Mulder. How often do I have to tell you? I’m perfectly capable of working.” His eyes dart down to her buttons. He is not going to say anything. Just like he hasn’t commented on her weight loss. The other day he found a small bundle of red hair hidden down in the garbage and instead of asking her about it put even more paper over it. He’s biting his tongue to keep quiet, like she’s buying new, tighter clothes to conceal her withering frame. If they don’t talk about it they can pretend it’s not even happening.

“Fine,” he spits, “If this is how you wanna do this.”

“Do what, Mulder?”

“Nothing, Scully. You’re fine, I get it. And to answer your question: No, I’m not done with the paperwork. I’ve been distracted.”

“Distracted? Are you watching those videos that aren’t yours during work hours, Mulder?” Any other day he might appreciate her attempt to lighten the mood. Today it enrages him, drives him out of his chair. It spins around until it comes to stop when it crashes against the desk. Scully watches him, passively, no emotion crossing her ashen face.

“Can you for once…” Mulder grumbles.

“Can I what?”

“Stop pretending you’re okay! Just talk to me! Just…” he sighs, his voice spent, “Just talk to me, please. You’re not fine. You’re not. Can’t you just admit that for once. It’s me, Scully. It’s me.” His eyes plead with her, implore her.

For the longest time she stands there, unmoving. Her arms are wrapped around herself as if she’s cold. The question is on his tongue and he swallows it. The unspoken words taste like tears.  

“Mulder, I'm… ” Except this time she doesn’t finish the sentence and he turns to her. Her mouth is opened slightly, as if waiting too, and he can’t help but stare at it, at her. Her bottom lip begins to quiver and it breaks his resolve.

“It’s all right, Scully. I’m sorry I pushed, I just-”

“No, you’re right,” when she lifts her head to look at him he sees her eyes and he wills himself to let her talk, to finally talk, and to wait until she’s ready, “I should… maybe I should just…” She makes a gesture with her hand and stares at him, helplessly. She’s never needed him to fill her silences, to lift her up, or kick someone’s ass. She’s stronger than he could ever be. Asking for his help, now or ever, is not what she’s good at. Mulder, however, is. Without her, without her constantly having his back, where would he be? He’s got this, he realizes, he’s got this. He’s got her.

“I’ll take you home, Scully,” he offers gently, taking her coat from the racket. It’s ridiculously tiny; a child could wear this, “Come on.” She lets him help her into the heavy garment. There’s a strangely sweet, dizzying smell about her. She’s been sick. His heart breaks as she leans against him unwillingly, no longer able to stand on her own.

“I don’t want to go home.” She admits in a small voice. “I’ve been thinking about staying at my mom’s. I just… the drive out there is-”

“I’ll take you there.”

“Mulder, no. I can’t ask you to-”

“You’re not asking. I’m offering. Staying with your mom sounds wonderful. She can make you that soup again. What was it?” Steadying her, he gently leads her out of the office. He knows she’s going to fall asleep as soon as he puts her in the car.  

“Carrot soup.” Her voice sounds almost dreamy, the corners of her mouth lifting into a weak smile.

“Carrot soup, right. I’m sure it tastes heavenly.”

“Mulder, you sure you don’t mind driving me? It’s in the middle of the day.” She looks up at him as they wait for the elevator.

“Scully, I’d drive you to Timbuktu if…” They’re staring at each other, words no longer needed or wanted, and she nods. The elevator dings unpleasantly and Mulder puts his hand on the small of her back, ushering her in.

He’d circle the earth – twice – if it meant he could make her feel better. Give her back her health. For now though, he has to settle for driving her to her mother’s. It’s a start.

Host with the Most - Chanyeol  (EXO)

Originally posted by dulcetyeoll

Prompt: My friend dragged me to this party and I wound up talking to you about how much I didn’t like being here and you start smirking at me and suddenly my friend came up to me and introduced you as the host of this party and now I’m freaking out because I’ve just been telling you how awful it was for the past ten minutes. 

Genre: Romance/Comedy

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Author’s Note: Even after writing this, I still don’t know what I would do in this situation. Hope you enjoy!


“Lizzy, I’m not doing this!” you whined from your place on your bed. Your best friend was currently raiding your closet, picking an outfit for you to wear.

“Oh yes you are!” she demanded, looking at a blue dress. “You haven’t left your apartment in two weeks except to get food!” 

“I’m not ready to be around people yet…” you started. “I’m still hurt.” You were an introvert as it was, but at this time you especially did not want to socialize. 

Lizzy sighed, then sat next to you on your bed. “Y/N, I know that you and Kijoon had a really serious relationship. But just because he hurt you doesn’t mean you have to torture yourself watching ‘The Notebook’ under your covers all day sobbing over an empty tub of ice cream. He was a jerk, and you deserve better.” She patted your back.

“Thanks Lizzy, but I’m still trying to figure out how to go on with my life. When I found out… I felt like collapsing…”

“Look, I’ve never been through the pain of being cheated on, and I can’t pretend to imagine it. All I know is that it completely sucks. However, I can tell you that the answer is not at the bottom of that bucket of cookies and cream. Why should you cry for someone who’s not crying over you?” she asked. 

“That’s true…” you told her, wiping your tangled hair out of your eyes. “Maybe you’re right… I just need to force myself to interact with people this once, and then I can go on like normal.”

“Well that’s great, because you’re going to be the prettiest jewel there!” she smiled, whipping out her phone. “We’re getting a licensed expert’s help!”

“Lizzy, that’s a little extreme.” you laughed. 

She rolled her eyes. “It’ll make this more special for you! If you look good, you’ll feel good! The party is at this guy’s HUGE house, and he’s pretty popular, so there’ll probably be a lot of people there. It won’t hurt to step it up a little.” 

“Fine, but I’m not wearing a dress. Jeans are an essential.”

“You’re gonna wear a skirt then!”

“Deal.”


“Just a little sweep of highlighter…. and…. done!” Nana smiled, setting down her makeup brush. “Go ahead and take a look!”

You walked over to your full length mirror. “Oh wow…”

Nana certainly was a miracle worker. The makeup wasn’t overdone, it was tasteful and refreshing, with peachy blush over dewy skin, shimmery eye shadow, thin eyeliner over natural eyelashes, and a little touch of red in the center of your lips. Your curled hair was textured and accessorized with a teal head band tied into a bow. The cream colored skirt and floral top that Nana picked out was certainly pretty, but not an outfit that you would pick for yourself.

“Oh my goodness, good work Nana!” Lizzy encouraged, smiling at her friend. “My Y/N looks so alive, you’d never even know a break-up hit her!”

“Thank you Nana. I must say, you do have great taste!” you told her. “I’ve just gotta grab some shoes and then we can leave.“

“Let me help you with that.” Nana said following you into your closet. “No client of mine will wear converse to a party!”


“Oh my goodness, there’s Sooyoung, she’ll kill me if I don’t say hi!” Lizzy told you as you stood together in the corner of the crowded room. “I’ll be over there for a few minutes.” 

“No no no, Lizzy, don’t leave me!” you pleaded, but it was too late. She had abandoned you. An introvert’s stability relies on their extroverted friend being with them at every moment in new social situations. 

You looked around, gripping your cup in your hands. You took a sip to refresh your dry throat. God, you felt so awkward. You didn’t know anyone here.

“Enjoying yourself?” a voice said. You whipped your head around, letting your hair fall over your shoulder. A tall and attractive man stood in front of you. You quickly examined his appearance. He looked really soft, but handsome at the same time. He had a friendly smile and bright eyes, which went well with his nude sweater and jeans ensemble. “I’m Chanyeol by the way.”

His warm vibe made you feel like it was okay to talk to him about your true feelings. “If I’m being honest, I’d rather be enjoying a large pizza on my couch and watching a drama right now.” you sighed, looking at the ground. “And I’m Y/N.”

“Are large parties not your thing?” he asked. You took notice of how his eyes seemed to assure you that he sincerely cared about what you had to say. 

“Parties in general.” you told him, rolling your eyes. “They’re really dumb. Everyone crowded in one place making meaningless small talk over cups of beer.”

“Really?” he inquired, still looking interested in your conversation. “I love parties. Free food, new friends, fun times…”

You scoffed. “Oh come on. Look at this place, I get dragged out my house and get dressed up all nice and what am I offered? Generic corn chips and pretzels.”

He gave you a smirk. “So you don’t like it here?”

“I mean sure, its really cool big house, but I don’t see how people have such good fun here. I don’t feel anything but awkward.”

“How can you feel awkward with all these people here with you?” He asked, smile still wide on his face. He had a certain glint in his eyes, which confused you.  

“You must not be an introvert.” you told him, looking in his warm brown eyes. “I’m wearing a skirt and frilly top when I’d rather be in comfy jeans and a two sizes too big t-shirt. Gosh, everyone can probably tell how out of place I am…”

“I don’t think so.” he told you with a small smile and a caring sparkle in his eyes. “I wouldn’t want you anywhere else than right here, with me.”

You blushed, opening your mouth to continue talking to him, but were stopped by a hand placed on your shoulder. You turned around to see your best friend’s familiar face.

“Oh good, you two have met!” Lizzy exclaimed, glancing from you to Chanyeol. “Y/N, this is the host of the party!” 

All the color drained from your face as you widened your eyes. You gulped, slowly looking back at him. 

“I must say Y/N, you’re unlike any other girl that’s walked through the doors of my house.” he smirked, walking away from your corner of the room. “Quite a mystery…” and with that he exited the room.

You smacked your palm on your forehead.

“Y/N, what the heck happened between you two?” Lizzy exclaimed, looking back and forth between you two.

“Oh, not much. I just ranted for ten minutes about how much I hated his party.”


So for the remainder of the night, you stayed attached to Lizzy’s hip, fearing another doomed social interaction. The party went just as you expected. Aimlessly wandering into different rooms to talk to strangers about work and school, cars and bills, you know, adult stuff. You watched others get drunk as they participated in games, shuffled through a lit up dance room, avoided getting hit by the beer pong ball, and as a cherry on top, almost got bulldozed by a passionate couple making out on the couch you were sitting on. Yeah, a real fun time. 

“Can we go now?” you pleaded, throwing another cup of punch away. 

“I guess I’ve forced you to be around people long enough.” she chuckled. You both linked arms and began to make your way towards the door. 

“Wait!” someone yelled out. You looked over your shoulder to see him again. Chanyeol.

“Oh…” you started. “Listen, I’m really sorry about earlier, you really did have a nice party, it’s just that I’m-”

“Do you have a boyfriend?” he interrupted you. 

You almost choked on your own spit. “Um, I, ah, I just-”

“She does not actually, she’s single.” Lizzy finished for you, smiling at Chanyeol in happiness. 

He smiled, looking at the ground. “Do you want to go out with me sometime then?” 

“But… I thought you said I was too different than all the other girls you knew… a mystery…” you stuttered, furrowing your brows.

“Yes… different than all the fake girls who put on false smiles and try to get with me for my popularity… God forbid a human being honest and not afraid to tell a random stranger who they really are. Plus…” he leaned in really close and looked into your eyes with a smile. Just when you were about to touch, he slapped a piece of paper in your hand. “I like mysteries.” He gave you a quick wink and then turned around and walked back into the crowd.

You stared at his back in disbelief. “What the actual heck just happened…”

“I’ll tell you what…” Lizzy said, smiling at you. “You just got that guy’s number! I guess it’s a good thing I forced you out of the house!”

On the walk back home, you smiled to yourself as you thought of the guy that was interested in you. His cute smile, his shining eyes, his warm and caring nature…

Lizzy was right. Just when you thought nothing good would come in your life… that you were so hurt that you would never be able to see anyone ever again… you met him. Fate took your crappy heart break, and gave you a bright, shining, new opportunity.

It was at that moment that you realized that you can’t ever give up on everything based on one mistake…. just like a baker doesn’t give up when the pie isn’t perfect, and a writer doesn’t quit because of one period of writer’s block… you couldn’t give up on loving people because one hurt you. And that’s really something every human should know.


Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this scenario :-) Chanyeol is seriously killing me with that cotton candy hair! *insert heart eyes emoji* Requests are always open!

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Who Hurt You? (Part 4)

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Title: Who Hurt You? (Part 4)

Characters: DiNozzo x Reader, Gibbs, McGee

Word Count: 2,706

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Here we are with the 4th Part to this series! It’s coming to an end, sadly. I hope you all enjoyed this series!! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!! <3 <3  Part 3Part 2  ;   Part 1

You tossed and turned for a couple of hours before sitting up.  It wasn’t that the couch was uncomfortable, it was actually quite nice, but every time you closed your eyes, you saw Alex.  You got up and walked down the hall, stopping at Tony’s bedroom door that was only slightly ajar.  You looked in to see if it was okay, but it was too dark to tell.  You poked your head in, “Tony,” you whispered.

“Hmmm,” Tony hummed, stirring in his bed.

“Sorry if I woke you up, I just couldn’t sleep,” you spoke, your voice cracking slightly.  You suddenly felt vulnerable, but you didn’t know why.  Perhaps it was the reason you came to Tony’s room in the first place; fear.

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Don’t Mess With My Girl (Part 3)

A/N: Hey loves! I’m back in business! So here is the final part of this small series! Thank you for all the support! It is unedited! Not sure how I feel about the ending but I needed to somehow so… 

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1350

Warnings: Swearing, breaking of items

Part 1 Part 2 


Turning away from Dean, you tried to keep yourself busy by rummaging through your duffel bag, looking for clean and comfortable clothes to change into. This was a conversation that was never supposed to happen – especially since you felt as if at any moment everything you have ever felt towards the Winchester would bubble to the surface and escape your lips.

“No. No no, you are not shutting me out. Not for this,”

Dean quickly reached for your arm, his calloused fingers making you shiver slightly. He towered over you, his stature making you feel incredibly small as he stood next to you. Being so near to him, it felt as if you were suffocating. When did it all get so hard? How were you supposed to continue acting as if nothing happened – how were you supposed to continue hunting with Dean Winchester when your emotions were fucking everything up?

“Dean, I’m tired. Please, can we talk about this later?” You sighed heavily, feeling your eyes sting with unshed tears as you stared at the ground, noticing the ugly mustard colored motel carpet.

“I know you, Y/N. Later means never. So no. I need to know. I want to help, dammit!” Frustrated, he paced around the small motel room. He hated this distance between the two of you. He had never felt so annoyed in his life – not necessarily with you, but with himself and that douche of an ex-boyfriend that they just had to run into and just had to ruin the perfect rhythm that the both of you had going for so long. And in a matter of two hours and in the minutes that he was here in this small room with you, it felt as if everything was just going to shit. He hated it.

In a flash of pure rage you kicked the wooden chair that sat near the wall. The force of your kick splintered the two front legs. Dean watched in shock as you turned to look at him, eyes red with tears that streaked your face.

“I wish I had never met you! I wish we never went to this god forsaken town and I wish you didn’t look at me with those stupid green eyes that get anyone and everyone weak. And I wish I didn’t live with you at the bunker because I hate waking up in the morning and getting coffee and I hate it when you walk in to the kitchen in that stupid robe of yours and I hate it when your hair is a mess and I hate it when you sing along to your music in the car. I hate it all, Dean Winchester. I hate having ever met you because you ruin every man in the world for me. I hate you because if I had never met you, I wouldn’t be so devastatingly in love with you and you don’t even notice!” You all but screamed, cheeks red and chest heaving as the words spewed from your mouth. The silence in the room was enough to make you realize what the hell you just said to the hunter that stood before you, processing your every word. You watched as his eyes shifted over to you in confusion. Watched his thumb brush over his perfect bottom lip, his tongue following it right afterwards making his bottom lip glisten.

Dean couldn’t help but let out a choked laugh as your words finally registered. It surely wasn’t the reaction you were expecting. You watched as he came undone with laughter, tears escaping his eyes as he clutched his stomach. His eyes crinkled as he lost his shit.

“Wow. I tell you him I feel and Dean Winchester laughs hysterically. Alright,” Humiliation seeped into your body as you quickly grabbed your clothes and headed to the bathroom. You could still hear him on the other side of the door. Fuck him. Fuck him and his stupid self. Quickly stripping down, you turned on the water, relishing in the scalding hot water as you let the spray of the shower sooth your tense muscles.

Dean wiped away the tears of laughter that stained his face. He couldn’t stop smiling. Y/N was in love with him. In love with him. The man that hadn’t been with a woman since Lisa, at least not in a relationship sense. He had never felt so happy. For once, something was happening to him. A good something. He quickly walked over to the bathroom door, hearing you hum slightly as well as sniffle, obviously thinking that he in no way felt the same. But Dean couldn’t help it. Beautiful and strong and intelligent you, liked reckless and immature and irresponsible him. He had a chance. He would with a doubt, make you the happiest girl in the world, never making you doubt his love for you. He was so excited he felt as if he could shout it to the world. He discarded his flannel and threw it on the floor before slowly opening the bathroom door.

“Y/N?”

You refused to answer, knowing your voice would betray you and surely give out. You simply kept humming. You could hear the stripping of clothes, could hear his belt buckle come off as well as the plop that came from the discarding of jeans. Your heart hammered against your chest as you waited to see what Dean was going to do. You wanted to be mad. You wanted to tell him to get the hell out and who the hell did he think you are?

But you also wanted Dean to pull the shower curtain aside and step in behind you. You wanted to feel him pressed up against your back and have him explain everything.

Dean did just that. He watched in awe as the water cascaded down your smooth skin, he flinched slightly at the temperature of the water. Hesitantly, he brought a hand to rest where your neck and shoulder met, tracing your skin slightly.

“I don’t deserve you,” He all but whispered, yet you could hear the happiness in such a statement. A sigh of relief escaped your lips.

“You don’t. Especially since you laughed at me,” He chuckled before pressing a small kiss on the back of your neck.

“Can you blame me? Never in a million years did I think a woman as beautiful as you could ever love a mess of man like me” He trailed kisses down your shoulder before making his way up to your jaw. Leaning heavily against him, it all clicked. Dean truly felt as if he didn’t deserve love, especially yours. You should have known. “Also, you breaking shit is one of the hottest things I have ever witnessed,” He smirked against your warm skin.

You turned around, his arms encircling your waist as you rested your palms on his tan and broad chest. “Shut up, you ass. I was really pissed off,” You pouted slightly before reaching up slightly, standing on your tip toes. Pecking his plump pink lips, testing the feel of him against you, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“What?”

“Took us long enough. Although this was not how I pictured all of this happening… With Brady and all,”

“Nobody messes with my girl.” He mumbles before capturing your lips, letting his tongue trail against your bottom lip. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“We’re so dramatic,”

“What do you mean? I happen to like fucking shit up and running after you and all. No shame,” he smirked brushing your hair away from your face, green eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Yeah yeah, shut up. Be useful and wash my back,” You ordered, turning your back to him knowing if you didn’t, a lot more than simple kisses would happen and you were honestly tired as hell. You couldn’t help but laugh slightly as a flicker of disappointment flashed across his face before he grabbed your shampoo and used the soap to lather your body a flirty grin gracing his beautiful features.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart,”

Taking Chances

Anonymous asked: Can I request a one shot with Steve Rogers and a black female reader. Where they’re both in love with each other but too scared to confess because they don’t want to ruin their friendship? Can you make it fluffy please❤

Word Count: 1743

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Beta: @madithecatfish

Your name: submit What is this?

You had joined the Avengers two years ago as an agent after S.H.I.E.L.D. fell. With a helpful recommendation from Nick Fury, the job was as good as yours. That recommendation got you a high position right off the bat, which was great because you didn’t have to work your way up again. It was hard enough the first time being black and a women, but you did it and now you were one of the best agents in S.H.I.E.L.D. history.

Of course you had heard all about the Avengers, who hadn’t? Working closely with them allowed for you to become good friends with them rather quickly, but you were close to one Avenger in particular: Steve Rogers. You two hadn’t had a formal meeting. You were in the training room taking out your frustrations out on the punching bag. You were so focused on the bag that you didn’t hear anyone come in.

“Woah, what did the bag ever do to you?”

You turned around with a hand to your chest, heart beating rapidly from being surprised.

“Jesus Christ! Can you warn a girl next time?” you said with a hint of irritation in your voice.

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