this is actually the best answer of the night

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“What Shall I Do, Lemony Snicket?” from one of the special paperback versions of A Series of Unfortunate Events. I think this was from The Bad Beginning, or Orphans! 

I took these back in June of 2015 right after I graduated high school and was going to the campus university bookstore after our orientation and class scheduling. I’m glad I did because the bookstore doesn’t carry it anymore or else I would have totally bought it now. 

I just love these questions and answers, so I wanted to keep them as a means to laugh or smile when I was bored or upset. Now I felt like sharing them with you all. 

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I’m the one in the middle

Midnight Talks Pt. Two || Peter Parker Imagine

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Word Count: 938 Words

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

A/N: I tried my best (that’s a lie, i didn’t even grammar check it), I hope you all enjoy

Part One

“So Y/N, how was your, um, your night last night?” Peter asked as he started eating his lunch. All day, all you could think about was last night. Spider-Man randomly showed up in your room. In what world does that actually happen to someone? You looked down at your lunch, trying to figure out what to tell him, Ned and Michelle who suddenly got interested in the conversation due to lack of an answer.

“It was uh, good actually, watched a funny movie. Why do you ask?” You question back at him. You didn’t tell him about the whole Spider-Man thing because you didn’t know if the man in the mask wanted you to tell people. Peter looked down at his lunch tray. “Just curious, that’s all. What about you guys,” he looked between Ned and Michelle, “how were your nights?” He asked. Peter didn’t want to seem suspicious if he only asked you. He knew what you actually did last night, you were with him. Well, his alter ego. Did you not trust him enough to tell him about it?

As Ned began to explain his action packed night of binge watching old movies, you began to play with your food, lost in thought about the city’s hero, Spider-Man. He was funny, and kind of cool. Not everyone gets to talk to him which made the entire situation even better than it already was.  

Peter looked over and saw you playing with your food. He turned to see if Ned was still talking to him but he was now talking to Michelle. “Hey,” Peter said as he turned to you, “you okay? You seem a bit out of it.” He sounded worried about you. You nodded your head yes, “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I just didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Did you stay up all night watching movies?” He asked with a small smile, knowing exactly what you did. “How’d you know?” You said sarcastically, knowing that you told him earlier. “Lucky guess.” He said with a shrug, playing along with the whole thing. The two of you quietly laughed at the situation.  

What the two of you didn’t hear was Michelle and Ned talking about you. “You think  they’re ever going to date?” Ned whispered to Michelle. “Oh definitely.” She said before getting back to reading her book.

It was late at night, again. But this time, you were busy doing your homework. You only had a few more problems you needed to do. You sighed, getting anxious for the sleep you so desperately needed. You went to open your window, wanting to hear the sounds of the city. You went back to your homework area and glanced at the time on your phone to see that it was 11:50. Jesus, these high school teachers are draining the life out of you. Forgetting about your homework, you stayed on your phone for a few minutes. All of a sudden, a wind washed over you. You look up and see Spider-Man.

He came here on purpose this time, he wanted to see you. At least that’s what you understood. “How is is it that Spider-Man has been in my room, not just once, but twice now?” You asked with a humorous sound lacing your voice. You saw him shrug his shoulders as he went to sit on your bed. “I guess I just like talking to you.” He said as he jumped up onto your bed, and crossing his legs Indian style. Spider-Man patted a seat next to him, indicating you to go and sit with him.

You got on the bed and crossed your legs the way that he had done. “What do you want to talk about?” You asked as you started playing with your hands out of nervousness.  

“I don’t know….tell me about your life. Your crush your favorite things, your friends, really anything.” Spider-Man said. You cleared your throat before speaking again. “My friends are the most awesome people on the planet. They are always nice and understanding.  I would be lost without them, really.” You said looking up at him.

“Are you popular?” He asked curiously. You shook your head immediately. “No, I hang out with the same three people everyday. If anything, I am one of the most unpopular kids at my school.”

“How could you be unpopular?” He asked with a surprised tone, “You’re  the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen.” You blushed at the statement. Another plus, he is super sweet. “T-Thanks.”

“So, do you have a crush on anyone?” He questioned with a voice that made him sound like a dramatic 5th grader. This made you smile. “He, he is just something else you know what I mean? He’s different then any other guy that I have ever met. He is just such a good person with a big heart and he is crazy smart. He uh, just got an internship at Stark Industries. What teenager gets that opportunity?” You told Spider-Man all this, venting to a man you don’t even know.

“Sounds like he’s a pretty cool guy. What’s his name? Maybe I can help you with your relationship.” He said the last part mockingly. Peter knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted you to admit your feelings for him even if you weren’t telling the real Peter. He just wanted to hear you say those words.

You smiled widely thinking of the boy who had you wrapped around his finger. “His name is-”


“Peter! What’s up?” You said as you ran to catch up with him. He turned and smiled at you, “Hey Y/N.”

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Mirrors (M) | 01

Character / Genre / Word count: Jungkook x reader | FWB!au, smut, angst | 3,460 words

Drabble game request: Jungkook + “Don’t argue. Just do it” + Friends with Benefits au | for @jeonggukes & important banana anon

➳ Warning: Smut. A little bit of exhibitionism and a much graphic smut. Please read with much caution.

➳ Parts: 01 | 02 (end)


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Hawkins’ sweetheart  P.2 (Billy Hargrove imagine)

► Summary: When the reader comes back to Hawkins she doesn’t expect that Billy Hargrove, the new boy in town, is going to suppose such an important piece on her messed up life.

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► Pair: Billy Hargrove x reader

► Warnings: Swearing

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(PART 1)


Your first day back at Hawkins was full of emotions.

First you were attacked by the party, the boys you had missed so much, then bombarded by welcomes and happy hugs from many of your friends and acquaintances and you saw the dumbass of a cousin Steve was, the meeting with the principal which ended up putting some stress on you, but nothing you could not handle. Then you met the Billy Hargrove you’ve heard so much about and you actually found him pretty attractive, which made you pity yourself. The classes were pretty normal, boring some other people would say, but for you it felt phenomenal, being in school again, doing your usual teenager life.
When classes ended Steve drove you to his house, where a little welcome party was waiting for you. Everyone was in there; Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Will, Jonathan, Nancy, Joyce and Hopper. Even Max was there and you liked it, if she was part of the party now, she was more than welcomed. And last but certainly not least; Eleven who ran to you like the others had done at first time in the morning the moment you got into the room. You hugged her back tightly, so glad and happy to see her. Hopper and Joyce had to leave early due to their jobs but the rest of you spent an amazing afternoon together. 

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Life Without You

Part Two

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It was odd, really. He pretended that you meant nothing to him, like he’s never met you before. He gave you that warm smile, introducing himself, saying it was a pleasure to meet you. You would think that he would at least show some kind of emotion. Sadness, hurt, joy, anything. His lack of emotion was getting on your nerves.

Maybe he forgot who you were. No, no that couldn’t be it. He knew exactly who you were and what he was doing to you. The question is, why? Why is he torturing you? Did it give him some kind of sick pleasure?

Then it happened.

You didn’t expect it, at all. Your heart breaking into smaller pieces. This is my girlfriend, Megan. Megan, this is (Y/N), an old friend. An old friend? Is that all you were to him? You looked over at her, instantly regretting it. She was perfect, much skinnier than you, taller, prettier, absolutely stunning. Of course Harry would fall for someone as amazing as her and not you. You were boring, nothing unique. It hurt much more than you’d ever admit.

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[LYRICS] 농담 (Joke) by Rap Monster

Korean

내 고막을 울리는 리듬
Bass & Drum 날 움직이는 기름
여기 존재하는 모든 행복과 너의 새해 복 까지 모두 imma fuckin get em
나는 엘라스틴 너희들은 비듬
랩 병신들 너희 수준 비등비등
fame, girls, money that ma honey to the 100 to the 100
누가 나를 막니 imma fuckin beat em
거머리 같은 haters 나를 죽여 나를 묶어 나를 숙연
하게 만들어 im so super i juss grew up
그지같은 motherfucker motherfucker 싹 다 섞어 손발 꺾어
시켜 서커스 시켜 턱걸이 전부 fuck up
한입으로 두말 여자들은 널 보고 불러 언니
너무나도 쉽게 까는 철판들 지들 곡에선 지들이 뭐 이건희
에 여잔 파리보다 더 꼬여 아서 니 현실 싹 다 보여
홍대 예능쇼에 몇 안되는 힙수니들이 느이 그 고정
난 이곳의 문을 열고 닫아, 마치 개폐인
너희들이 맨날 느낀다는 rap pain
난 순식간에 비트를 제패
널 보면 비트들이 말을 하네 쟤 패
배알이 좀 꼴리실 거에요 제 pay
스웨덴, 독일 브라질 to 재팬
니 더러운 혀보다 강해여 제 펜
이제야 까보네여 오광보다 더한 제 패

Got six bullets in my tongue
Six snakes in my lung
Six shots got me feelin’ 2pac 그래 이건 에이셉의 가사여
금실 좋은 부부처럼 별거 없지
넌 천상 여자처럼 설 거 없지
나는 탁탁 먼지털이 박박 쓸어버려 물 같은 내 혀, 설거지
이건 의미없는 말놀이 you know i got a mufuckin beat
i got a mufuckin rhyme
i got a mufuckin flow i got a mufuckin style
i got a mufuckin wine i got a mufuckin shine
대체 몇 마디니 나의 mufuckin line
Bitch im the one im so mufuckin prime
너넨 존나게 촌스러 촌장님, 혹 또는 족발을 좋아하는 꼰대님 스탈
Bitch im your man. 10 outta 10 심장은 꺼매 한여름의 썬탠
작전을 개시하지 그래 내 이름의 브랜드
혼자 다 해먹네 내 이름의 밴드
여긴 내가 차린 놀이동산 pull the 레버
뿌리부터 차이나지 너와 나의 레벨
본 이름은 greatest 또 나의 성은 ever
절대 개명 신청 안해 나는 never ever ever
그램마 넌 갑보단 깝, 탑보단 밥, 답보단 짭
야동 보면 넌 3초면 싸
나는 top of the top, 갑 of the 갑, 답 of the 답
선배 후배들도 다 돌아가
그냥 좆이나 까잡숴 먹어봐 맛있어
그래 넌 나의 적 그러니까 적 까!
낮이던 밤이던 존나게 부지런
세글자 랩밖에 못하는 쉐꺄 넌
비비디 바비디 부비디 바비디
니미니 나미니 지기미 차카미
니꺼는 나가리 쳐먹어 노가리

이름이 미미니 shawty? 노답
내 랩 완전히 꼭지가 돈 랩
니 랩은 한마디만 할게 don’t 랩
내 껀 좀 큰 물에서 좀 논 랩
니 껀 원래 랩이 아니란다 non-rap
그래 넌 최고의 여자, 갑질
So 존나게 잘해 갑질
아 근데 생각해보니 갑이었던 적 없네
갑 떼고 임이라 부를게. 임질
I pop it rock it knock it never stop it talkin some trashes
난 백수라서 없어, 자비 넌 real 백수. 없어 차비
You know i aint about the thousands let me ride it yo drop it swap it
rock it mock it stalk it lock it in my pocket theres full of monsters
Yeah i gettin on em bitch gettin on em rich
해변의 아들 너는 son of a beach
난 원석처럼 빛나 마치 son of a 비취
나는 괴물 so son of a 스티치
Yeah man i told you that im a monster
That why i be rappin non stop
I do want your hands at the concert
Want your fuckin damn erry hands at the concert
Hit me

English

The rhythm that rings in my eardrums
Bass & Drum the fuel that moves me
All the happiness that exists here and even all your new year’s luck
Imma fuckin get em
I’m elastin, you guys are dandruff
Rap retards, your skill levels are all similar
Fame, girls, money that ma honey to the 100 to the 100
Who will stop me Imma fuckin beat em
Haters like leeches kill me and bind me
And silence me I’m so super I juss grew up
Like a beggar motherfucker motherfucker mix them all, bend their hands and feet
Make them do a circus make them do chin ups all of them fuck up
You say one thing and mean another, women call you unni
Become thick skinned so easily, in your songs it’s as if you’re Lee Gun-Hee
You say you attract girls like flies, stop it I can see all of your reality
Hongdae variety shows and those few loyal hippies are your regulars
I open and shut the door of this place,
Like the rap pain that you shitty retards say you feel everyday
In an instant, I dominate the beat
When they see you, the beats talk and say, “beat him”
You’ll be feeling envious of my pay
Sweden, Germany, Brasil to Japan
Stronger than your dirty tongue is my pen
Now I can finally reveal my hand that is better than 5 Kwang*[1]

Got six bullets in my tongue
Six snakes in my lung
Six shots got me feelin’ 2pac, yeah these are A$AP’s lyrics
Just like a happily married couple there’s not much to you,
Just like a perfect woman, you need no erection*[2]
I tap tap the duster, scrub scrub and sweep away,
My tongue like water, washing the dishes
This is a meaningless wordplay, you know I got a mufuckin beat
I got a mufuckin rhyme
I got a mufuckin flow I got a mufuckin style
I got a mufuckin wine I got a mufuckin shine
Just how many measures are these, my mufuckin line
Bitch I’m the one I’m so mufuckin prime
You’re fuckin tacky, a village mayor, or a pig’s-feet loving old man style
Bitch I’m your man, 10 outta 10, my heart is black, a midsummer’s suntan
I start the battle plan, yeah my name’s brand,
I do it all alone, my name’s band
This is my amusement park, pull the lever
Your level and mine are different from their very roots
My name is greatest and my last name is ever,
I’m never asking to change my name, not me, never ever ever
Yeah, man, you’re a clown, not the powerful man,
Prey rather than the top, imitation and not the answer
When you watch porn, you come in just 3 seconds
I’m the top of the top, most powerful of the elite, answer of the answers
Even the hoobaes and sunbaes all go around
Just go suck a dick, just try it, it’s delicious
Yes you’re my enemy so fuck off!*[3]
Day or night, fucking hard working
You can only do three-word raps, you bastard.
Bibidi babidi, boobidi babidi
Nimini namini jigimi chakami
Yours will go out, stuff yourself with dry fish

Is your name mimi? Shawty, you’re hopeless
My rap is completely insane rap
Your rap, I’ll just say one thing - don’t rap
My rap is rap that’s played in larger waters,
Yours isn’t actually rap, it’s non-rap
Yeah you’re the best woman, best vagina*
So you’re fucking good at it, abuse of power*[4]
Ah, but now that I think of it you were never in power,
So I’ll take off the power and call you dear. Gonorrhea*[5]
I pop it, rock it, knock it, never stop it, talkin some trashes
I’m unemployed so I have no mercy,
You’re really unemployed so you have no money for the bus
You know I ain’t about the thousands, let me ride it yo drop it swap it
Rock it mock it stalk it lock it in my pocket there’s full of monsters
Yeah I gettin on em bitch, gettin on em rich
The son of the beach (in Korean), you’re a son of a beach
I glow like an unpolished gem, just like the son of a jade*[6]
I’m a monster so son of a Stitch*[7]
Yeah man I told you that I’m a monster
That why I be rappin non stop
I do want your hands at the concert
Want your fuckin damn erry hands at the concert
Hit me

(T/N: *[1] Getting a ‘5 Kwang’ in Hwatu, a Korean card game, is like a four of a kind.
*[2] Wordplay: standing/erection. Could have been ‘you don’t need to stand’, but with the wordplay it becomes ‘you need no erection’, which is a diss to the person’s masculinity.
*[3] Wordplay: ‘적/Juk’=‘enemy’, ‘좆/Jot’=‘dick’.
‘적 까/Juk kka’=‘show yourself’ sounds similar to ‘좆까/Jot kka’=‘bare your dick’ which is essentially, ‘fuck off’.
*[4] Wordplay: ‘best vagina’ and ‘abuse of power’ are both ‘갑질/Gab-jil’ in Korean.
*[5] ‘갑질/Gab-jil’=‘abuse of power’.
‘임질/Im-jil’=‘gonorrhea’, a sexually transmitted disease.
‘임/Im’=‘dear’, and ‘갑/Gab’=‘power’.
So, take off the ‘Gab’ in ‘Gab-jil’ and add ‘Im’, then you’re left with ‘Im-jil’.
*[6] ‘비취/Bi-chui’=‘jade’, a precious gemstone. The word in Korean is pronounced similar to ‘bitch’ and ‘beach’ in the previous lines.
*[7] Reference to the animation ‘Lilo & Stitch’.)

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125: *in a study group* “Here is the paper you wanted feedback on, Brittany. Yeah, I know you said next week, but I had some time to spare. Oh btw, I just did a few changes” *hands back a fully rewritten paper*

126: *enters a party way too early* “THANKS for inviting me! Do you need help with anything? Getting the snack ready? Prepare the punch? Arranging the sitting group? Clean up the bathroom?”

127: *at a party* “Hey, guys, can I have your attention? I thought it would be fun to play some games so everyone can get to know each other, so if you all can arrange your chairs in a circle…”

135: “It’s leviOsa, not leviosA”

136: “I just finished color coding all of my curriculum, and I prepared my entire reading schedule for the next five years at uni. What did you say? When I have time off? … what about after Christmas?”

137: “Hey, let’s leave this party and find a pub somewhere. No, it’s no fun if not everybody is coming! What are you talking about sick, Brittany? You are ruining the night for everyone!

145: “Well, the leading scientific research on the field says that you are a moron!” *leaves with a smug smile*

146: “You are breaking the law by downloading torrents, you know. I don’t care, but don’t come crying to me when the police get you.”

147: “I have spent the entire week planning this party, and now people are leaving early! I will never invite you to a party again! I will find new friends instead!” *plans another party with the same people next week*

258: “I find that yoga really helps me! You should try it, I can recommend the best classes! Hey, here is an idea: why don’t you come join me tomorrow! It’s really good for your back and I have this protein shake that… No no, I insist!”

259: “Well of course I will do your homework for you, I am so glad you asked” *is actually kinda happy*

268: “OMG Jason STILL hasn’t answered your text? That asshole! Okey, now you gotta give the silent treatment for like a week. No, Brittany, listen, I know this stuff!”

269: “Yeah, I can help you move, when is it? In the middle of the night on Wednesday? That’s a bit inconvenient, but sure, I’ll be there. No problem, bro.”

278: “You just need another glass of wine and then everything will be fun! No no, stop crying Brittany! I SAID STOP CRYING!”

279: “So Mathilde and Jonathan aren’t talking to each other, and it’s horrible. Yes, I know they are fictional characters, that’s not the point!”

358: “No no no, let me tell you how to fix the current situation”

359: “No no no, I’m fine, everything is fiiine, no problem, I’m chill.” *has internal breakdown because nobody is doing what they are supposed to*

368: *someone does a tiny mistake* “OMG how stupid ARE YOU?!?!?!?!” (tells nobody they can’t do it any better)

369: “I’ll have a grande double lite no gluten no lactose low fat diet frappechino with whipped cream and pumpkin spices on the go please – Yes, my name is Brittany. No! Bri-tta-ny!”

378: “You just gotta believe in yourself, man! It’s all about mindset! I climped this mountain in a blizzard last year, what’s your excuse?!” *stares down a person in a wheelchair*

379: *just got home from a road trip* “omg guys LETS GO ON A ROAD TRIP!!!” *starts packing*

458: *looks at a person completely expressionless* “Did you know that the perfume you’re wearing contains hardened whale vomit and feces?” Also: “Just don’t tell me what to do.”

459: *said at a party* “I wonder what Kant truly meant when he said: ‘Ingratitude is the essence of vileness.’”

468: “That baby was so ugly! … what? Nobody else was gonna say it.”

469: “Do you actually like this dress? For real? Like, you actually think it’s nice? Okey, thanks for telling me!” *goes to next person* “Hey, what you think about this dress I’m wearing? Oh really?”

478: “What are you talking about? I’m amazing! You just don’t get me because you are a poser like the rest of them. And yes, this is a velvet suit!”

479: “I’m supercool, not at all totally broken on the inside, what are you talking about?” *laughs hard then cries when nobody sees*

And If It Ever Happened (No One Has To Know) ~ Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Because despite being stuck on a bus for a three hour long car ride to a youth conference with a bunch of other awesome hyperactive candy addicted teens, I’m bored and still lacking a life. Also, for SJ’s Submission Sunday. Because by the heck not?

Or: Thomas learns about colors, his jacket is explained, and (Y/N) makes plans.

Warnings: Brain aneurism, child coping mechanisms, arguing, car accidents, bad French and Irish (Google Translate, people, bc I know nothing) character death, mentions of suicide, depression, hospitalization, a couple people get punched, mentions of homosexual relationships (in case that makes you uncomfortable - sorry never gonna change it those two are too precious in my mind) also it’s my first imagine so it probably sucks (be warned!) but it will sort of get better (ish) towards the middle of the story (beginning is on the bad side of OK and I’m not sure about the ending.), probably insanely OOCish and Mary Sue/Gary Lue ish characters that tend to go with shit writing like mine, plus this is the first time I’ve written an imagine, and my writing was already sucky enough as it was, so take that how you will.

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Modern AU, feminine pronouns

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At four years old, Thomas Jefferson knew enough to know how to understand others, and what he understood was that all the boys on the block thought that pink or purple or any color reminiscent of them were for girls. (Except for red, because red is cool, like fire and blood and a knight’s horsehair plumes; and blue, because blue is cool, too, like ice and deep sea diving and the big, big sky that all those jets flew through that they were going to fly someday.)

He knew all the colors in the rainbow: red and orange and yellow and green and blue and purple, and black because that’s always what was between the other colors, and white because that was what was on either end of it in the shape of big, fluffy clouds.

Not pink.

Pink didn’t count, he thought.

At age six, his mother takes him to the local hardware store to look at paint samples, and he looks up at the giant wall with a gaping jaw as he takes in the impossible number of colors-within-colors. (Even pink.)

He sees some sort of grey splotch near the top of a yellow card, though, and doesn’t like it. He decides it doesn’t belong there.

“Mama, why is there another color on this one?”

She looks at him, brow risen in slight confusion, before she realized what his little finger is pointing to and chuckles.

She bends down real, real low, so they’re at the same eye level.

She’s tall, he thinks, not for the first time. I bet she could fight giants.

“Thomas,” she tells him, a small smile on her face and an amused twinkle in her eye. “This isn’t supposed to be another color. This is the name of the color. Like green is called green, and orange is called orange, but these ones are…,” she paused for a moment, mulling over the words as she tried to find a way to explain it to his young mind. “Different,” she finally settled. “They’re longer, and weirder.”

“Oh.”

“Like this one,” she took down a shade of light, light orange and yellow, that reminds him of when those very colors clash on the - the nex - neckt - nectarine. “They call it Brooklyn Skyrise.”

He frowned. That didn’t sound like a color.

If he looked at it, it was actually really nice.

“What’s Brooklyn?”

“It’s a city in New York, Thommy.”

He stared at it a little while longer before nodding his head firmly. “I’m going to live in New York,” he decided confidently.

His mother’s eyebrows rose.

“I’m sure you will, Thomas.”

(And if he didn’t have any idea where New York was, then he didn’t say anything.)

She then pulled down another one, a murky auburn, leaning more toward red, and he is reminded of leaves right before fall.

“Here’s another one. This one’s called Dragon’s Blood.”

His grin lit up his face. “Cool!”

He is seven when he finally meets her.

She is bold and she is brilliant and despite the fact that she is a girl, she seems to possibly be one of the only people in that class that he might actually like.

Besides James, of course.

He decides to save himself the humiliation and stick with becoming friends with James.

It’s okay, though.

He’s not the only one who’s noticed you.

It’s when you hit another boy that he finally gets the courage to talk to you, opposed to all the other boys who look upon you with both awe and fear, and scattered every time you came near.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” was the only answer he got back.

“What’s your name?”

“(Y/N). What about you?”

“I’m Thomas.”

“Cool.”

It was quiet for a little while.

“I saw that you punched that boy,” he informed her.

“Everyone saw it, dummy,” she shot back. “It was during recess.”

His face grew hot and he practically recoiled, not knowing at first what to say to that.

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Mystic Messenger : Day 2 ~ V Walkthrough (FULL ANSWERS)

I worked all alone - I cheked each answers ~ Please be considerate.

Like, reblog, or do nothing, but please don’t copy/paste it and claim it as your own… I am on my own and spent a lot of time to do this.

If you are on phone, please setting the page to be seen in the computer version! On the phone, the answers are sometimes unaligned and it can confuse you…

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Andreil Quits Smoking

so i somehow messed up answering your ask directly, but this was requested by @vexingcosmos! i’m sorry it took me forever, but i actually did some research because i know NOTHING about smoking. also, this got long. like…really long. 


  • it began as most things do, where the Foxes are concerned: with a bet
  • it’s a Friday night and the Monsters have come to Columbia, and for once, the upperclassmen were allowed to come along
  • Matt’s birthday was on Wednesday, and he just wants to hang out with his best friend and favorite human Neil okay let him live
  • so Neil *asked* Andrew and well…we all know how that goes
  • the whole gang is having a grand ol’ time
    • Aaron, Nicky, Allison, and Dan have been on the dance floor practically since the second they walked into Eden’s
    • Allison dragged a reluctant Renee out to join them within the first hour, and this girl can DANCE don’t fight me on this 
    • Kevin has been drunk since before they even left Sweetie’s (snuck in a flask, the little troublemaker)
    • he’s so far gone that he couldn’t even tell you who the first striker in Exy history to reach 1,000 goals was. he may or may not be aware that he is swaying.
    • Matt has been hanging out at the table with Neil and a rather annoyed Andrew
  • Matt has convinced Neil to take way too many shots for his tiny body to handle, but Andrew is there, so he’s trying not to worry about it 
  • sometime around the seventh shot, the rest of the gang makes their way over to the table
  • Andrew’s hand is on Neil’s thigh, and his pointer finger has been tapping incessantly for the past twenty minutes
    • and Neil can only take so much, even from Andrew
    • he stares at Andrew as subtly as he can (i.e. not very) in an effort to catch his attention
  • Andrew eventually drags his gaze over to Neil and lazily cocks his head to the side, as if to say what could you possibly want at this moment in time, Neil
    • Neil looks pointedly to Andrew’s hand and then jerks his head towards the exit
  • Neil is, of course, very unsubtle with all of this
    • Kevin turns to stare at them and says, in a barely intelligible voice, “if you’re gonna hook up, you could at least wait until we’re back at the house and i’m passed tf out”
    • Nicky laughs and says, “aww Kev c’mon, let the munchkins have playtime whenever they want”
  • Andrew is about to turn his whiskey glass into a weapon for the munchkin comment when Aaron suddenly pipes in
    • “nah, Andrew needs to take care of his other habit”
    • it is now very quiet in their group of normally very loud people
  • everyone looks to Aaron for him to clue them in on what he means
    • everyone except Renee, who has silently moved closer to Andrew just in case he really does decide to use that whiskey glass
  • Aaron continues: “you know what smoking does to your body over time, right? i assume i don’t need to go all Bill Nye on your ass and draw you a picture”
    • Aaron becomes Dr. Minyard when he is very drunk. trust me.
    • Andrew doesn’t say anything, just stares at Aaron. is he even blinking? probably not
  • “who am i kidding. you don’t care. you’ll just let this ruin you. i bet you couldn’t quit even if you tried” 
  • that gets everyone’s attention
    • Nicky: “did he just say the B word”
    • Allison: “looks like it’s that time again where i get even richer”
    • Matt, softly: “oh shit”
  • Neil is about to jump in and open up a can of whoop ass on Aaron when Andrew’s steady voice comes from beside him
  • “fine”
  • everyone, collectively: “WHAT”
  • Andrew rolls his eyes. “fine. i bet that i can quit completely within a week”
    • complete silence. everyone just stares. shock. disbelief. 
  • Andrew gets up and starts heading towards the exit, dragging Neil along with him 

********

  • Neil decides to join Andrew in Operation Quit Smoking
  • but two days into it, they’re both at their wits end
  • they definitely aren’t about try anything medication-related, for obvious reasons
  • after doing a bit of research related to natural methods like adding more of certain vitamins into your diet, Neil confronts Andrew
    • “you know we have to. we don’t have another choice”
    • “fuck you, i’m not doing that”
    • “Andrew. it’s our last option.”
    • [after a long, defeated sigh] “fine. but you have to ask him”
  • so Neil does the one thing he wished he’d never have to do with anything that isn’t Exy
  • he asks Kevin to help
  • when they wake up the next day, Kevin has printed out color-coded meal plans for both Andrew and Neil
    • Andrew Minyard does not cry. But let me tell you. Looking at that list of food options…it was an extremely close call.
    • on every single day, the breakfast item was a green smoothie
    • Andrew thought he’d rather just pay the entire $500 betting pool off himself
  • but Neil. precious, precious Neil. tells Andrew that they can definitely do it, and wouldn’t it be great to prove Aaron wrong and make him lose money that he probably would have spent on Katelyn?
  • so they pull themselves up by their metaphorical bootstraps and follow all of Kevin’s rules. every. single. one. 
  • halfway to their deadline, Andrew finally wants to kill everyone slightly less than he did yesterday. he marks this as massive progress. 
  • Neil didn’t really smoke in the first place, but he’s still having trouble finding something to replace that feeling he gets from the smell
    • he’ll be okay without it, he thinks. he has Andrew to keep him steady, to ground him when he feels like he could float away from reality for good
  • by the following Friday, the Foxes have gathered in the girls’ room to hear the final word and settle their bets
  • Kevin has become the official referee of this particular bet
  • everyone waits in suspense, heartbeats flying at the thought of all the cash they are either about to lose or gain
  • Kevin takes his role seriously, as he does everything else
  • “i declare that, as of this day at 4:27 pm, Andrew and Neil have gone three consecutive days without one cigarette. i predict that they will be able to continue resisting, if they keep following my suggested guidelines”
    • the last bit is said with a hard look at Neil and Andrew. of course.
    • Allison, Matt, and Dan don’t try to hide the smug looks on their faces as Aaron and Nicky hand over entirely too much for a bunch of college students to bet with
    • Renee chose not to participate, but her new bruises say that she’s been helping Andrew cope all week
    • Aaron grudgingly looks back to Andrew, holding out his hand with his share of the winnings
    • Andrew just stares at him. blinks. turns around and walks out the door. 
  • Neil edges out of the room to follow him up to the roof while everyone is arguing over who gets Andrew’s share, since he’s obviously not taking it
  • Neil reaches Andrew and sits beside him with their shoulders touching
  • they’re looking out over campus when Neil turns to Andrew
  • “i’m proud of you”
  • Neil gets a disgusted scoff and a hand pushing his face away in return
  • “you’re still a junkie”

anonymous asked:

The best side series for YUTS I can think of is "Deku falls asleep on all his friends and actuallu manages to get a proper nap" because we all know he needs it

Deku periodically sleeps badly at night because it’s dark and silent and he’s alone with his own thoughts and whatever ghosts are within hearing range, and it’s impossible for him to feel safe like that.

So yeah, falling asleep on all his friends is way easier for him because he sleeps better when he’s surrounded by people he feels safe with.

You could probably line up the 1A kids in a spectrum of how well Deku can sleep on them. On one end you have Bakugou as the Spiders Georg outlier of causing Izuku unneeded stress, and then as you go along the line you go through people like Shouji and Satou who he doesn’t know super well so sleeping around them is sort of awkward. Further down are people like Kaminari and Ashido who he could probably doze off on, Yaoyorozu and Tokoyami who are good for twenty-minute power naps, and he can get a few solid hours on Tsuyu or Kirishima. At the other end of the spectrum, Iida and Uraraka are basically Nyquil to him, and he Conks The Fuck Out on Todoroki.

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Remus Lupin x Reader

Prompt: “I said you couldn’t fall in love with me, but I didn’t say I couldn’t fall in love with you.”

Originally posted by nellaey

Y/N runs her hand over the clothes hanging neatly in her closet. Nothing seems right for the occasion - a date (dare she call it that?) with her best friend. “Lils, I need your help,” she shouts, and the girl immediately materializes at her side.

“You’re overthinking this. He’ll like you in anything. Even if it’s nothing. Especially if it’s noth-” Y/N scoffs at that and pushes a laughing Lily away, finally grabbing something to wear.

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the stars would be jealous | jungkook

Originally posted by kookmint

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: fluff | college au | artist!Kook

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: this was supposed to be a drabble but it got too long and ugh it has no head or tail really its just kook being smitten and I wrote it all in two hours and it’s unedited im so sorry


It happens when Jungkook is much too preoccupied by the gorgeous curve of your lips to realise that he’s doodling said lips on Yoongi’s book and asking for certain death. An hour later, he finds in front of him a page littered with near perfect drawings of your eyes and nose and hands and oh fuck, Yoongi is so going to kill him.

Thankfully enough, he’s still alive for the following days and he can’t help but trail his curious gaze after you as you pass him in the corridors, calling out a loud and cheery good morning as he wonders just how effortlessly beautiful your existence is to him. It’s a crime he thinks, to be that charmingly enticing when he’s trying so hard to convince himself he’s not in love with you and that all the repeated sketches of your eyes drawn haphazardly across his notebooks are simply practice for his art class.

He’s such a fucking liar.

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At First Sight

Characters: Y/N Collins, Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Richard Speight Jr, Rob Benedict, Briana Buckmaster, Jeffrey Dean Morgan       

Pairing: AU Jensen x Reader (sorta), Misha x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Innocent(ish) state of undressed, flustered baby Jensen - yes that’s a warning!  

Word Count: 2100ish

A/N: This can 100 % be read as a one shot but it is thought off as part of my College!Jensen AU.

It is also written for for @deansleather 31 Days of Halloween SPN Writing Challenge and my prompt was moonlight.

Thanks to the sweet amazing @blacktithe7 for betaing this one for me.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

OUR COLLEGE YEARS

Jensen smiled as he felt the cool autumn air on his skin. It wasn’t cold by any means, but summer was ending. The leaves were changing color, and the heat was no longer unbearable. Jensen had always loved this time of year. There was something magical about the many colors and the way the setting sun made everything seem almost as if it was covered in gold. The world was full of promise and changes, especially this year. It was Jensen’s first year of college, and he was already loving every moment of it already.

He had gotten a full ride as a pitcher at Texas Tech. He loved that he didn’t have to ask his parents for much. Not that they would mind. He liked feeling independent and not having to lean on them too much. That was the same reason he had gotten himself a job, so he could pay for his on campus apartment. Between baseball, school, homework, and work Jensen found himself pretty busy most of the time, but he loved any minute of it.

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Pepper Potts’ Niece

Summary: Your aunt happens to be the Pepper Potts. And she landed you a week at the Avengers Tower. You steal the hearts of the Avengers fast through your baking. But your vacation ends with a twist when HYDRA decides to attack the Tower, taking you hostage. (Before Avengers: Age of Ultron)

Author’s Note: This is an absolute throwback. I wrote this back in July 23rd, 2015. I found it in my documents. I did a few touch-ups, but otherwise, it’s the same exact fanfic. HAPPY THROWBACK THURSDAY! Hope you like my 2015 writings!

Pairing: Avengers x Reader

Words: 2,928

Originally posted by ageofsuperheroes

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Liar Liar (pt. 1)

Pairing: Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Request: a fic where the reader is like 16/17 but lies to get casted in a movie and everyone thinks shes 18/older and bill falls for her? But he doesnt know. And like she acts very cold towards him but he finds her upset and she spills and he says he still loves her and its super cute?

WARNINGS: underage drinking

Word Count: 1.4k

sorry ahead of time for any spelling/grammar mistakes

You were never supposed to actually get the part. With only a few commercials under your belt, who the hell would have thought you would land a role in a major film? You certainly didn’t. You only went to the audition because your best friend convinced you to. For the exposure, she said. So you lied and said you were 21 instead of 17, went to the audition, and actually got the part. 

You were so excited to hear that you had been casted that you didn’t realize the weight of the situation until after you hang up the phone. Immediately, you dialed your best friend. This was all her doing, anyways.

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Harry remembers sitting on the tiny roof off the side of his bedroom after he and Louis climbed out the window around midnight one random summer night. They sat in silence and looked at the stars, pointing out the constellations they knew by heart.

“How many nights do you think it would take to count the stars, Lou?” Harry had asked, voice quiet and shaky.

Louis had hummed, actually thinking about his answer. “Infinity,” he said, voice just as soft, eyes still glued to the heavens above as Harry stared at his best friend’s profile.

The World Still Turns

coming september 4th!

What happens in Vegas pt. 6 - Tom Holland

Word count: 3534

Summery:  You wake up after a night in Las Vegas, only to discover you married the one and only Tom Holland

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3  | Part 4  | Part 5 | Epilogue

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 A/N: THIS IS THE FINAL PART!! Instead of two short parts, I decided to give you a longer final. I really can’t believe it’s over! I am working on a new series, so just let me know if you guys wanted to be tagged in some of my other stories!

And please! Tell me what you think! About this part, and the entire story. I love hearing from you guys! And I love getting requests as well, so feel free to do that as well! I do have two waiting, and they will be the next thing I post!

I am also working on a prompt list, that I will post when I reach 1000 followers! So if you guys have any prompts, any at all, send them in, and I’ll add them to my list! And yeah, just enjoy the final part of What Happens in Vegas!

As the weeks passed, more nights were spent with Tom. The two of you were getting closer, and you were finally admitting to yourself that you actually liked the asshole, and you didn’t like it one bit.

Your two months anniversary was around the corner, and this morning the divorce papers had arrived. For a short moment, you had forgotten about the divorce. You had enjoyed spending time with Tom, and he was becoming a close friend. You wanted to be so much more than that, and every time you thought of the night, when he came home drunk, your heart skipped a beat. But of course, he had never told you how he felt while sober, so you concluded that it had been an attempt to sleep with you.

Not that you haven’t talked to him about the feelings between you. You agreed to stop hating each other, and to actually be friends, which quickly turned into friends with benefits, because well. The attraction was there, and none of you could deny it.

For a short moment, you had been happy, just the way you were, but the divorce papers broke your bubble. He didn’t see you that way, and he never would. Tom was out with his brothers, and you were just sitting in the kitchen, starring at the papers in front you. You couldn’t get yourself to sign them. The tiny hope in you, that the memory of drunk Tom had created, stopped you.

The rational part of your brain told you to get over it, because you were only setting yourself up for a heartbreak, but here you were. Hoping that he somehow could read your mind, and that he in some strange alternative universe would love you.

You decided to call your co-actor. The girl who was now your best friend. You needed to talk to someone about this, and since it this wasn’t something you could talk to everyone about, it had to be someone you could trust.

***

“What’s up? Ready for a girl’s day?” She asked, as she entered your apartment. She had a big smile on her face, as she always did.

“Yes, and most importantly, girl talk. I really need that today” You sighed, as she let herself fall down onto the couch next to you.

“Are you okay? You never want to do girl talk, so something must be really bothering you” She shot you a look, and you could tell she was preparing herself for the worst.

“Well. I’m kinda… I’m falling in love with Tom, and I can’t stop it. I’ve tried ignoring it, I’ve tried denying it, and nothing. I’m still in love with him, and I don’t know what to do” You let out, and you saw the confused expression on her face.

“How is that a problem? You are married to him. You should be in love with him. I really don’t see how this can be a problem for you. You guys are the definition of true love, and all of Hollywood adore you” She tried sending you a smile, but the confusion didn’t leave her face.

“It isn’t real. The marriage isn’t real. Or, the marriage is, but the romance is not. I woke up after a night out in Vegas, and I was married to Tom. I only stayed married to him, for the PR. It would be bad for his career, if it got out, and it helped mine. We hated each other. Over the past weeks, we’ve become friends. We have sex, but there’s no romance. We agreed to stay married for about 2 months, and the divorce papers came today, and I kinda don’t want a divorce anymore” You told her.

“Are you shitting me? So all the interviews? All the longing looks you have been giving each other on camera has been fake?” Her face had dropped, and she was now looking at you with wide eyes.

“Pretty much, yeah” You shrug your shoulders.

“And you actually ended up falling in love with him? That’s kinda cute” Once again, you realized just how much of a hopeless romantic she was.

“Except he doesn’t feel the same. And I don’t think he will. So I’m stuck here, madly in love with this arrogant asshole that I’m about to divorce” You felt your heart drop, as you said the words out loud. Somehow saying it out loud, made it seem more real. You could no longer deny it, even if you wanted to.

“How can you be sure? Maybe he’s just scared to tell you? Maybe you’ll have to force it out of him” She sent you a smirk, and now it was your turn to look at her confused.

“And how on earth am I supposed to do that? It’s not like I’ve spent the last few weeks, trying to get him to say it. It’s hopeless”

“No, it’s not. Just leave out the divorce papers. If he doesn’t sign them, he doesn’t want a divorce. Easy as that. He’d have to talk to you about it then, right?” She asked, with a raised eyebrow.

“But what if he doesn’t mention it? What if he just doesn’t see? Or he decides to just keep up the act for a little while longer?” You asked her.

“Then you sign the papers, and see what happens. Because either he signs it, and you get your answer. If he doesn’t, you can confront him, and you’ll get your answer”

***Same time, another place***

“The divorce papers came today” Tom let out to Harrison, after his brothers had left.

“So? Just sign them, and get it over with?” Harrison answered, as he took a sip of his tea.

“I don’t know if I want to? I actually managed to fall in love with her, and I don’t know. I don’t think I’m ready to let go of her yet. We’re finally moving forward, and we’re actually friends. We even sleep and the same bed, and it’s not every night that we have sex. We just cuddle, while watching movies” Tom told his best friend, hope for some kind of advice.

“So stay together? If you guys are in love, you can just. Not get divorced” Harrison tried, but it wasn’t the answer Tom was looking for.

“But she’s not in love with me. All our relationship is to her, is friends with benefits. She doesn’t want to stay married to me, and if she does, it’s only for the publicity” Now Harrison realized how much it was bother his friend.

“I think you should test it. Let her sign the papers first. If she doesn’t, you can ask her, and maybe she’ll surprise you. Maybe she does love you” Harrison tried cheering up his friend.

“What if she don’t? Then what do I do? Harrison, I really like her. I don’t know if I would be able to get over her” Tom felt his heart sink at the thought. How could he possibly get over someone like that?

“If she breaks your heart, you just distract your mind. Find some other girl, and just try to forget her” It wasn’t something Tom would normally do, and Harrison knew that. But he also knew the look in his best friend’s eyes. He wouldn’t get over her by crying his heart out. He would need to forget all about her, because he had fallen in with both legs.

***

A week passed, and no one had signed the papers. They had just been laying on the kitchen isle, without any of you acknowledging their existence. As suspected, Tom didn’t say anything, so you tried listing to your best friend. You signed the papers while he was in the shower.

When Tom got out of the bathroom, you were sitting on the couch, pretending to look at your phone, while you were eyeing him. When he saw the signed papers, the smile disappeared from his face, but you couldn’t read his face.

“I. I eh. I’m gonna go out for a bit. I really need a night out” He said with a stern voice, never once looking directly at you.

“It’s not even noon. It’s a little early for a night out, don’t you think?” You joked, trying to get a reaction from him, but nothing.

“Then I’ll take a day out. Don’t wait up for me. I don’t know when I’ll be back” There was still no emotion in his voice, and when he walked out the door you felt you heart break. He didn’t talk to you about it. He didn’t try to convince you to stay married. He just did nothing.

Your mind was racing, and you didn’t know what to make of the situation. Did it mean that he wanted a divorce? If he did, wouldn’t he be happy? If he actually wanted to be with you, he would’ve said something. He should’ve said something.

The next hours went by, with you walking aimlessly around the apartment, trying to forget all about Tom for a moment, but you couldn’t. Why would he so suddenly go out, if the signed divorce paper didn’t affect him? It had to do something to him, because he had left in a hurry. He hadn’t signed the papers right away, so that had to be a good thing, right?

Maybe he had left, because he was upset. Maybe he actually liked you, and you had hurt him by signing the papers. Maybe he hadn’t signed them yet, because he was waiting for what you would do as well?

The thought made you happy, and you really hoped that was the case. You didn’t like thinking about how you might have hurt him, but you really loved the thought of him loving you enough to be upset that you signed the divorce papers.

Just as you had settled on the reason, the door went up. You were preparing yourself to talk to Tom, and explain it all, but as he walked into the apartment, with his lips attached to another girl, you felt you heart shatter in a million pieces.

You couldn’t believe your own eyes. You had just decided that you were going to tell him, because you actually thought that he might actually have feelings for you, but how wrong you were. Of course that idiot went out celebrating being single. Oblivious to your feelings, he brought back some random girl.

“Are you kidding me right now?” You asked, not even caring about how mad you sounded.

“Oh, y/n. You’re still here. This is. Doesn’t matter what her name is, actually” He had that stupid smirk on his lips, as the girl’s hands went under his shirt.

“What? You just picked up the first slut you met? No offence to you, because it’s honestly Thomas being a huge asshole” You could feel the anger rising, and you wanted nothing more than to push the girl away from him.

“Why do you care? We are getting divorced, so it really shouldn’t matter” The stern tone was back, and he glared at you with cold eyes.

“Technically, we are not, because you haven’t signed the papers! Couldn’t you just for once be a decent human being? You really didn’t have to cheat on me!” You yelled, and the random girl backed away from Tom, and looked at him confused.

“Are you serious? You’re married?” She asked surprised, and both you and Tom rolled your eyes at her.

“Yeah, but you did, didn’t you? You decided to just wait an entire week, and then just randomly sign it today? Do you even realize what day it is?” He asked, voice raised.

“You didn’t sign them either! But I can see that you clearly wanted to! You couldn’t even wait until you had signed them, before you go sleeping around! Couldn’t you at least go to her place?” It had been a while since you had been fighting, and even in the beginning it had never been this hateful. Even with how mad you had been in the start, you had never been this upset or angry over something that he did.

There was a knock on the door, and without saying a word, Tom opened it. A boy walked in, with a huge bouquet of roses. You looked at Tom confused, because you hadn’t ordered any flowers.

“It’s our two months anniversary. These were for you, because I thought I would do something nice for you today. I didn’t expect you to sign the papers today of all days!” He yelled, as he took the flowers and just threw them on the ground. The flower boy quickly left the room, and you completely understood why. You wanted to leave as well.

“Oh! I see! Another grand gesture, to show how great a husband you are! Or wait. Maybe it’s an apology for wasting two months of my life! Because that’s the only thing you’ve even been! A waste of time. A cheating waste of time!” You yelled at him. He didn’t get to play the victim, he was far from innocent.

“You signed the papers! You’re the one who want a divorce! So why do you care if I’m with someone else? Because unlike you, she’s actually a nice person!” He yelled back, and from the corner of your eye, you could see the girl getting uncomfortable.

“I think I’ll just leave. I’m really sorry. I didn’t know he was married.” She apologized and walked towards the door.

“You don’t have to leave” Tom said, looking at the girl.

“I know. But cheating assholes aren’t really my type, so…” And with those words, she left. She even slammed the door behind her.

“Happy? You got what you wanted! I’m not sleeping with anyone now!” He rolled his eyes, and unconsciously you started walking towards him.

“Why should I be happy?! You cheated on me! You could’ve at least signed the goddamn papers first! You made yourself the asshole, not me! So don’t you dare blame me, just because the girl you decided to bring home is actually a decent person!” You yelled, as you stood right in front of him.

He didn’t hesitate, to you into a kiss. One of his hands were on your chin, and the other was on your waist. He had never kissed you with so many emotions before, but in this moment, you didn’t care. You pushed him away, as slapped him in the face. You could feel your hand sting, as a red mark started to form on his cheek.

“No! You don’t get to do that! You can’t just kiss me, and expect it to be okay! It won’t work this time, because you really screwed up!” You said coldly, as he carefully touched his cheek. He opened his mouth to say something, but you didn’t let him.

“Just sign the papers. I don’t want to stay married to you for another minute” You said, as you walked towards your room, and shut the door. You threw yourself on the bed, and allowed the tears to fall. This was the reason you tried to deny it. You knew you were going to end up with a broken heart.

Some time passed, and you heard a gently knock on the door.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. Please, just come out, so we can talk about it” Tom spoke softly, from the outside of your door.

“There’s nothing to talk about! As soon as you signed the papers, I’ll never have to see you again. And I don’t want to either!” You yelled to the door, burying yourself in the bed.

“No. I won’t sign it! Not until you talk to me. I’m begging you” He pleaded, and you rolled your tearful eyes.

“Just go away!” You yelled, your voice getting muffled by the pillow. You didn’t get an answer, so you let yourself fall apart. You cried your eyes out, and eventually you fell sleep.

***

You woke up to a gentle knock on the door. The skin around your eyes was dry. The anger was gone, but it had left your body with a sadness, that made it hard to breathe.

“Y/n, I know you don’t want to talk to me, but I’m going to talk to you anyway. You don’t have to answer. You don’t even have to listen, but I would appreciate it if you did” Tom spoke softly. His voice was raw, and you had never heard him sound so upset.

“I know I made a mistake today, and I know I can’t fix it. When I saw your signature on the divorce papers, you broke my heart. I didn’t know what to do, so I wanted to forget you. It was something Harrison said, and honestly, it’s the most stupid thing I’ve ever done. It didn’t even work, because all I could think of, was how much I wished she was you” You frowned your brows at his words, but didn’t say anything.

“I never hated you. I wasn’t that fond of you in the start, I’ll admit that. I was attracted to you from the beginning, but you were so cold, so I just acted the way I thought you expected me to. And then I realized how ridiculously hot you are when you’re angry. I love the way we used to fight. It was always in the heat of the moment, and the sex would just be so passionate afterwards. Then you started being a tease. Like when you practised you lap dance. You knew exactly what you were doing to me.

When I met your mom, I started to feel bad for you. The way she spoke to you, her lack of support. When you cried, something changed. I found myself wanting to make you smile, wanting to make you feel better. I was starting to care about you, even if you didn’t notice.

Then you had your period, and I couldn’t not care. I started to fall in love with you that weekend. You asked me to stay, and in that exact moment, I realized that I couldn’t stop myself from falling in love with you.

You were so honest. You said you didn’t like me, but that the sex was great. It hurt a bit, I’ll admit that. But for a while, I was happy with just being with you, so I guess I settled. Then I went to the set with you, and I just got so jealous.

I know it wasn’t fair, but I just couldn’t help it. I don’t remember much of that day, because I tried drinking my feelings for you away. Harrison saw that, and I think he realized just how badly I had fallen for you. I was so happy when I woke up next to you. I don’t know what happened, but after that night, we started actually talking together.

We started spending more time together, and I didn’t think it was possible, but at this point I was still falling. Then came the divorce papers. I waited, to see what you would do. I was hoping that you wouldn’t sign it. It had been a week, so I thought I was safe.

It’s been 2 months. I ordered the flowers, and I wanted to tell you how I felt. Then I saw that you had signed it. It broke my heart. I know I can’t get over you, so I tried to forget about you. I didn’t work. I tried, and I think I ended up hurting you, and that’s the thing I regret the most.

I didn’t mean to, I really didn’t. I thought that was it. That you didn’t have any feelings for me, because why would you sign them, if you did? So, I’m sorry. I’m so very sorry. I know it doesn’t fix anything, but it’s all I got”

You quietly walked towards the door, as he spoke. His voice cracked a couple of times, and you could clearly hear the sorrow in his voice. You opened the door, to find him sitting against the wall, right next to the door.

“It’s not fair. You can’t just break my heart, and then tell me how much you love me” You whispered, as he got off the floor.

“I’m sorry. If you want, I’ll sign the papers. You can tell the whole world how big an idiot I am, because I am. You can tell everyone that I cheated on you, and I won’t deny it” He said, fighting to hold back the tears.

Without a word, you went to the kitchen isle, and took the paper. A look of defeat filled his face, as you walked towards him with the paper.

“Tom. I don’t want a divorce. I’m so terribly scared to get hurt, and I really hope you understand that” You tore the paper in half, and his eyes lit up. “There’s obviously something between us, so maybe we should try. But if you ever hurt me, I will leave. You only get one second chance”

“One is all I need”

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Word Count: 3003

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Medical Situations

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“You sure you’re gonna be ok with me gone?” Jensen asked for the 500th time. He was packing his bag to leave for PhoenixCon and while you didn’t really want him to go you knew he couldn’t disappoint the fans to stay behind with you.

“Yeah, it’ll be fine.” You reassured, wrapping your arms around him from behind and resting your head against his shoulder. “Emma will be here and Gen is gonna come by when Emma has to work so I’m pretty much covered. Plus, the dogs will keep me company.” You glanced over at Oscar and Icarus, who were both staring at you intently.

Jensen spun in your arms and put his arms around your neck, checking your face to see if you were lying. “Sorry the doctor said you couldn’t go. I really thought she’d say yes. You’re doing so well.”

“Yeah. Me too.” You sighed. “Plus, I’ve been getting a lot of people asking me on Twitter and stuff about singing since I did it in Rome. I was actually kinda hoping I’d get to do it again…”

“Wait.” Jensen stopped and blinked, pulling away from you while he continued to pack his clothes. “You actually…were planning on singing with me? Like on stage?”

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