to go out with a bang on our second night as a blog

tragicienne  asked:

in light of ur recent skating blogging: i love watching figure skating but i've never followed the sport consistently. what are some of your favorite programs?

oh gosh, salma, my darling, my precious pomegranate, you’ve done it now. deep breaths. here we go.

my favourite programs from this season are:

my favourite womens’ programs:

my favourite men’s programs:

my favourite pairs programs (this is gonna be shorter):

  • shen & zhao (my faves): “pas de deux,” “adagio in g minor,” and “who wants to live forever
  • sale & pelletier have squandered all goodwill i may’ve once held for them by being massive dicks, but “love story” is still brilliant
  • berezhnaya & sikharulidze have a story that deserves a movie, and “dark eyes” was part of the beginning of that story

my favourite dance programs:

  • davis & white (my precious children): their sexy latin short from 2012, “notre dame de paris” (very likely my favourite figure skating program of all time), and their olympic gold-winning “scheherazade
  • virtue & moir (my other equally precious children): also skated to prince this year. ice dance is so good to me, always. “the great gig in the sky”: almost too sexy to deal with. and, of course, “funny face” and “the umbrellas of cherbourg
  • they may not jump, but these days, ice dancers are the best skaters in the world. that wasn’t always the case - they used to be really good at posing and not much else. the team who did the most to see that changed that is shae-lynn bourne and victor kraatz, who were often too ahead of their time to ever get the medal recognition they deserved. they did, however, give us one of the most famous figure skating programs of all time: their iconic riverdance free dance
  • torvill & dean are probably the team that started the change, and their “bolero” is still famous
  • dubreuil & lauzon came after bourne & kraatz and continued to push the envelope, but were far enough into the change that they got rewarded: “at last,” “ne me quitte pas,” and “singing in the rain

(some) of my favourite exhibition numbers:

This is gonna be long, but I need to say this.

This was sent to me by my old lifting partner. I used to live with her. She now calls me up to 40 times a day and texts me hundreds of times a day. Its been 4 montbs since I talked to her last. The only reason she isn’t blocked is because she had a pending harrassment charge against her and the officers I spoke with told me after she changed phone numbers 4 times to just set her to ignore and let her do it. All its doing is helping me out. Let me tell you what this girl did when my Hubby & i moved out.

First, let me say when I moved out it was bc she refused to be discreet when lifting, and would make it obvious what she was doing bc she felt invincible, and would get mad when I wouldn’t go along with it and would lash out at me. I couldn’t handle that kind of volatile relationship so I made it known and left.

Anyway, she started calling and texting all the time When I first left saying she was sorry and I should come visit so we could go lift. I told her no and ignored her from then on out. She got progressively more irritated and started threatening me. When I still didn’t answer, she called the cops and claimed I was harrassing her. They came to check it out and when I showed them what was really going on, they convinced me to press charges on her. She I did. They asked her to come down to the station and she did, drunk. At the time she was only 3 months pregnant, and she drove to the police station. Drunk. Completely hammered, barely able to stand up drunk. She got a DUI and spent the night in the “drunk tank”, then was informed of the harrassment charges the next day.

Two days later, my ex called me and informed me all my personal information was posted on Facebook and Craigslist. She had posted what she thought was social, birthday, address (all 3 were wrong) and then my phone number. I informed the police of this right away and they did what they do to confirm it was her who posted it.

She then finds out my address from her fiancee’s phone from where my husband had sent it to him (they’re basically best friends). She proceeds to post my address on Craigslist with the caption “Come rape me. I love the rape fantasy and get completely into it. My neighbors know as I’ve done this before, so they won’t be alarmed by my screams (if you don’t gag me first ;) ). My door will be locked, so just knock and as soon as I answer just push me in and you can do whatever you want to me. No protection needed, I’m on birth control and have no STDs.” along with my phone number with the instructions “don’t call me. Just text me what you want to do to me before you come. I love a preview before the real thing.” I received texts for 2 days before someone knocked on my door. I refused to answer and called the cops and explained the situation. I ended up having to go to the hospital after having a panic attack so bad I passed out and the officers there couldn’t wake me up. Yet again, they did their thing and confirmed it was her who posted it. The man was arrested for attempted sexual assault after they saw the messages he’d sent, and she got another charge (I’m tired and can’t remember what they called what she did). I still get texts to this day because of that post, even though the post was taken down. 6 other men have shown up banging on my door. First one banged until the cops showed, 2nd and 3rd came to my window to try to break in, 4th one picked the lock. I got lucky my husband came home less than 5 minutes after the guy showed up. He’d been in my apt for maybe a minute or two, and had me pinned. I screamed bloody murder and fought back as much as I could. He hit me over and over, I don’t even know how many times, telling me to shut up, giving me a concussion in the process. He fractured my wrist trying to keep me still. My husband came home as he pulling down his pants. Yet again, ended up in this hospital, this time for almost a week. I was seconds away from being raped because of her. 5th and 6th ones banged on the door til The cops showed. The last tried to come to my window but I’d already put The boards up (explained below). The cops were called every time, and all 6 were arrested. Its been 3 weeks since anyone has shown up as of now. If we had the money we would move, but we can barely afford where we’re living now, and we’re stuck here bc we have an eviction from a year & a half ago on our record preventing us from going elsewhere. I’ve put boards up over all my Windows and my glass sliding door, as well as adding 2 extra deadbolt locks and 2 chains on my front door. We even installed a security camera outside our front door so anyone who comes to the door is on camera. I literally don’t leave my house unless I’m going to work, and even then I have my neighbor walk me to & from my car since he’s retired military and home all the time. I’m scared to even check the mail by myself.

That post happened 3 months ago. 2 months ago she was arrested after stealing over 1000$ worth of stuff from M@cy’s with both of her kids with her, as well as being drunk in public (she’s ~5 months pregnant at that point).

Fast forward to now. She has been sentenced to community service for the shoplifting, and we’re awaiting my court date For the charges against her from me (coming next month). She started messaging me again after she found my blog again about a week ago. Threatening to expose me and all that. The top one I received tonight. The bottom I received 2 days ago and just ignored. Now, I feel I need to put it out there just what kind of person she is. She has terrorized me since Christmas basically, and I’m tired of living in fear because of what she’s done. I want everyone to know just how terrible it a person she is.

I won’t name names, because I’m not that kind of person. The account she messaged me off of has her picture, so I blacked it out (as well as my name obviously). Its a throwaway acct with no posts, not her main acct. I don’t know what her main acct is now, she’s changed it since the last time she messaged me from a frequently used acct. There’s no point in messaging her, she won’t care what you have to say, but if you want to feel free. She deserves whatever she gets from this. But I just needed to get all this out bc I can’t talk about all this with many people I know personally bc they’re judgemental and automatically assume I did something to provoke her, regardless of the fact that I have all sorts of proof that I’ve done nothing besides tell her I won’t be her friend/lifting partner anymore. And yes, every time she harrasses me, I send screenshots to her fiance so he knows what’s going on and isn’t blindsided by it. I’m trying to be a good friend to him in spite of her actions. I’ve known him for over 10 years and he doesn’t deserve to be dragged down with her, so I at least try to give him a heads up. He’s the reason she’s gotten caught lifting so many times since she refuses to stop no matter how many times He asks her to. He finds out where she’s going and calls to inform them what she’s doing. She’s put him at risk of losing custody of his son bc she’s gotten caught twice (before he started calling) with his son with her with total over 500$ one time and the 1000+$ one I talked about earlier. But he won’t leave her until the baby is born, or he may never get to see his daughter.

I’m starting to ramble bc I’m so tired, so I’ll stop here. Thanks for taking the time to read if you did. Stay safe out there and be careful of who you make friends with 💜💜

The Life and Times of Tigger

Originally posted by yong-guks

Dating Bang Yongguk could only be described as an experience. A good experience, but an experience nonetheless. An experience that you would never even dream of trading.

Over the course of your relationship with Yongguk you learned more than you ever thought you would. Yongguk preferred to make each word count and, although he was on the quiet side, each conversation was meaningful in its own way. He taught you about your own life, the lives of others, and how to make the most of both. He taught you how to be a better person and how to appreciate all that you were given.

He taught you how to be a genuinely good human being.

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Habits - Part 2

Sofia’s Masterlist | Sneha’s Masterlist

(part 1) (part 3)


Finding a place to live in New York City is harder than you thought, and yet when Bucky Barnes makes you an offer you can’t reject, you think your bad luck with hideous apartments might be over. The catch? You two can’t stand each other. (Living with him can’t be that bad, can it?)

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 1214

A/N: Part two to the series co-written entirely by myself and the lovely Sofia (@buckyslion​)

Originally posted by coporolight

Bucky wasn’t lying when he said “five-star quality.” His place is the New York City dream, with large tinted windows that look out over the city’s skyline and a navy blue and white colour scheme that you wouldn’t have ever deemed him capable of maintaining. (Because, let’s be real, Bucky Barnes doesn’t scream stylish when he walks around in a pair of old sweats and a tshirt all day).

Speaking of, you can see Bucky’s smug face from the corner of your eye. He’s leaning against the pillar, eyes trained on you with that godawful omnipresent smirk on his face. You know he saw your sharp intake of breath when you walked in, and you know he knows the answer to his unasked question.

“Great! So we can do all the paperwork later this week, and you can move in whenever.”

You swivel around to face him, eyes narrowed. “I never said I accepted your offer.”

He smiled, showing his teeth this time. “Doll, you didn’t even have to.”

You moved in. Of course you did. At the end of the week you’d shoved all your stuff into a suitcase and then dumped it into the spare room at Bucky’s, filling the room with pictures and clothes and even a plant you got from god-knows-where in a matter of hours. It’s worked out surprisingly nicely since then, mainly because Bucky and you are never home at the same times, which means you don’t have to see his smug face or listen to his stupid voice. The nights are quiet too (you’re a heavy sleeper for the most part, and that might have something to do with it.)

It’s only a week later, when Bucky returns from a mission that you get to experience the joy (!) that is sharing an apartment with him. And the moment you hear something banging against the furniture somewhere in the living room, you remember why you were so skeptical of moving in with him in the first place.

At first, your hazy mind doesn’t even register the sound, but something smashing against the floor makes you bolt up in an instant, all your military training and instincts kicking in as you scramble inside your drawer for your gun. You find it,  cock it, and hold it at the ready, your heart thumping against your chest. It’s late at night, and HYDRA’s still a threat. Especially at Bucky’s house.

Except it’s not HYDRA. It’s not a break in, or anything that requires the slightest use of your military training, because the source of the noise is the asshole himself, standing in the middle of the kitchen, surrounded by pieces of broken porcelain. You lower the gun, and you’re sure he can feel you rolling your eyes. (And he damn well should.)

“What in god’s name are you doing?”

“Oops.” Oops. Fucking oops. Not only is he smashing plates around at an ungodly hour, but he has the audacity to brush it off with an oops.

You squint your eyes at him in disbelief, and he stares right back. There’s a devious smile on his face as his fingers wrap around your favourite mug, a cheap thing you got on a whim during your visit to Niagara Falls when you were a kid.

“What are you doing, Barnes?” Your voice has reached a dangerously low pitch.

His smirk doesn’t fade as he picks it off of the shelf that you so graciously placed it on a few days ago. He examines it, turning it around in his hands, scrunches his nose in disgust, and then throws it across the room, the mug smashing into a million pieces against one of the walls.

You’re sure your eyes are the size of saucers. “Are you fucking insane?”

“We need new dishes,” he shrugs. “Besides, that mug was ugly anyway.”

Breathe, Y/N. Count backwards from ten. Relax. The words of years of military therapy flood your mind as you all but smash his head against the wall, much like he did your mug, because what kind of obnoxious, messed up idiot breaks dishes on purpose, let alone at three in the fucking morning?

“So you just, what? Decide to throw them against the fucking wall?” If Bucky’s even the slightest bit terrified by the shrillness of your voice, he doesn’t show it, leaning casually against the kitchen counter instead.

After a moment of smiling, he shrugs again. “Well, I dropped one. Figured I might as well get rid of the rest. All the plates were chipped anyway.”

“What kind of person does that?”

“My house, my rules.” he says, and you’re one split second away from using the gun that’s now safely tucked into your pyjama pants.

You’re too tired to yell at him, so you settle for a dangerous glare and a threatening finger pointing at him instead. “You’re an asshole, Barnes. A fucked up asshole. And you owe me a new mug,” you tell him as you return to your room, rubbing sleep from your eyes and toying with your gun, seriously considering it for future use. “And you’re cleaning that up!” You yell, right before closing your bedroom door, leaving him to handle the mess.


Two days later, you wake up to a loud banging on your door, before it opens completely, revealing a half naked Barnes in nothing but a towel covering his lower half. Your eyes don’t even travel that far down his body though, because you’re stuck staring at the mess he calls his hair.

It’s pink.

Neon pink.

You try your best at feigning innocence, attempting to keep a straight face. “What’s wrong?”

He’s seething, you can tell. He clenches and unclenches his fists, nostrils flaring and breathing in and out slowly, a muscle ticking in his jaw. You want to laugh, yell ‘karma’s a bitch’ right in his face, but the effect of pretending like it’s no big deal is so much greater.

He glares at you, then points to his head. “What the fuck is this?”

“Your hair?”

He runs his tongue over his teeth. “I know it’s my hair, you idiot. Believe it or not my brain still works after hearing your voice on the regular. What I don’t understand is, why the fuck is it pink?”

You shrug. “I don’t know Barnes, it’s your hair, not mine.”

“How do I fix it?” There’s a tinge of desperation in his voice, and you almost feel bad. But then the image of your mug shattering into a million pieces flashes in your mind, and all remorse is replaced with the satisfaction at seeing him so distressed.

“Your hair, you figure it out.” He’s frustrated. His face is red, a vein showing in his arm, and he looks like he’s going to spontaneously combust.

He opens his mouth to say something, but a beep from your phone cuts him off, and before he can storm at you, you’re lifting a finger, effectively shutting him up.

“Well, look at that,” you show him your screen, where Steve’s message is displayed. He takes a moment to read it, face growing redder by the second.

Urgent mission briefing in twenty. Please be there.

“I guess you’ll have to figure it out after our meeting.”

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Sherlock - Part 3

The Preference Games Rules
The Preference Games Masterlist

Sherlock - Part 1
Sherlock - Part 2

Prompt: Your family was killed and you don’t have anyone else to take you in. One day, you meet Sherlock and John. They try to help you, but you aren’t sure if you can trust them.

Characters: Reader, Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, 

Warnings: None

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Monster’s Daughter (Namjoon angst pt. 10) Finale

Summary: Your 4-year old daughter is a HUGE BTS fan. Unknown to her, Namjoon is her father.

Request?: No

Type: Angst/Fluff

Reader Name: Rose Lowe

~~  One  ~  Two  ~  Three  ~   Four  ~  Five  ~  Six  ~  Seven ~  Eight  ~  Nine  ~  Ten  ~~

This chapter is not in chronological order, not messy though.I debated SO LONG (obviously) about how to end this. After a certain point I felt I couldn’t post it unless it was PER-FECT. Finally I settled on this with maybe a few related drabbles for the ideas I didn’t get to include. Thank you to everyone who has read and supported Monster’s Daughter and I deeply apologize for the outrageous wait. Much Love


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Private Lives Chapter Four

Title: Private Lives Chapter One

Author:  Kat

Reader Gender:  Female (Y/N Hastings)

Word Count: ~2100

Summary: Jensen Ackles is an incredible actor. You’re taking a break from being a doctor to figure out what to do with your life. When your worlds crash together, what secrets will be revealed?

Warnings:   This fic will have feels, okay? It’s going to be a drama.

Chapter Warnings: stalking, cuteness 

Catch Up HERE

A/N:  This was a fun chapter to write! Thanks to @blacktithe7, @torn-and-frayed and another person for helping me out by betaing and reviewing paragraphs from this chapter! 

Character: Jensen Ackles


@deans-princess-crybaby  @space-cats-in-purgatory  @bloodysideofhell  @thing-you-do-with-that-thing  @mrswhozeewhatsis  @mamaimpala  @timewoundsallheals1210  @the-mrs-deanwinchester  @aprofoundbondwithdean  @queenofhellisafangirl  @jensen-jerk-ackles  @anastasiarosez  @ackleholic96  @mama-impala  @mamapeterson  @redlittlefox  @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki  @beautiful-disaster143   @deanwinchester-af  @adaisinwonderland  @theweirdymcweirderson  @mysaintsasinner  @oh-jesus-sammy  @jencharlan  @winchesterforever12  @johngirl-207  @iamflanneltrash  @blushingsamgirl  @deandoesthingstome  @mrsjohnsmith  @samtomydeanwinchester  @sis-tafics  @ackleslaugh  @fangirling-instead-of-working  @eyes-of-a-disney-princess  @for-the-love-of-dean  @lipstickandwhiskey  @salvachester  @skybinx-blog  @loveitsallineed  @shipping-people-writing-things  @spectaculacular-sammy  @superbluhoo2  @winchesterswoonathon  @iwantthedean  @crzcorgi  @ilostmyshoe-79  @supernatural-jackles  @impalapossible  @jotink78  @hillface89  @kittenofdoomage  @nichelle-my-belle  @percywinchester27  @whit85-blog  @missieb76  @vougebandit  @raeganr99  @your-not-invisible-to-me  @vaisabu  @bakabozza @britt-spn  @fernandasvaldi  @silver-and-green  @yaya-snowflakes  @imnotalosechester  @motleymoose  @ruprecht0420  @iamnotsaneatall  @gecko9596  @anokhi07  @tiffanycaruso  @spnolivia  @the-jette  @boredoutofmymindstuff  @lovin-ackles  @dancingalone21  @moonstonemystyk  @perpetualabsurdity @frenchybell  @allthatsupernaturallife  @irishdoll80  @hand-over-the-friggin-pie  @walkercauff  @nerdwholikesword  @smoothdogsgirl  @supernatural508  @ledzeppelinrules  @rattyretro-blog-blog  @fandomsneverdie14  @anxuanpham  @mysteriouslyme81  @felly-pepper  @sleep-silent-angel  @caityrice  @ezauraemmaline  

“Thank you, Jensen,” Y/N said to me. She backed up into the room and closed the door.

I turned and leaned against the wall. She consumed my mind. Even when she was telling me the story of that prick Justin, all I could stare at were her lips. I wanted to kiss her then. I wanted to kiss her now, too, but I knew it was too soon. At least for me it was, and I wasn’t sure how ready Y/N would be when she was still dealing with a stalker. Suddenly, her door opened. I’d been caught.

“Oh!” She was definitely surprised to see me still standing outside of her room. Her beautiful Y/E/C eyes widened, and my heart thumped quickly.

“Oh- um, jeez, this looks bad,” I stammered.

“It’s fine, don’t worry,” she laughed lightly and my heart sang another song. “Do you think I could borrow a shirt from you or Gen to sleep in?”

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You Stole

Title: You Stole

Authors: @analester and @dark-days-dark-nights-xx

Artist: @darklight-phan

Beta: @phandomestic

Word count: 8.3k (this part)

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: smut (bjs, anal, the good kinky shit)

Summary: Sugardaddy!AU where uni student!Dan needs to find a way to pay off his student loans and it just so happens that a rich, successful and unhappily married Phil picks up his flyer. Will Phil be able to leave behind the life he’d spent years building for a chance at happiness?

A/N: after blood, sweat, tears, and a shit ton of procrastination, holly and i present our phandom big bang fic! this is part one of this fic, and you can read the second half (and admittedly the juicy part) here on holly’s blog!

i would like to thank @phandomestic for being the best beta ever. we’ve had weird conversations in our group chats, but i’m really happy about how close we’ve gotten bc of this fic. she’s literally so amazing.

also giant shoutout to @darklight-phan for being so freaking talented and spending time to create for this fic. i’m super happy with how far we’ve all gotten with this.

i hope you enjoy our fic! :)

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Bangtan as Boyfriends: Jimin

Requested by Anon

A/N: There are 7 parts to this, 1 for each member. I’ll be tagging all seven parts as ‘#bangtan as boyfriends’ so search that up. I’ve already done Jungkook as well as Taehyung. Next up is Namjoon’s part ;)

Oh and I’m so so sorry for the late update. Life is so hectic right now,I have so many things on my hand but the motivation has sparked within me to update this blog :)

I might take a longer time to update from now on as my exams are around the corner and I am sooooo far behind T.T

Originally posted by eyehealyou

A Relationship with Jimin Would Include:

~ “Jimin, why is my moisturizer half empty?” “It wasn’t me!” <- A conversation the two of you would have ever so often.

~ Watching the movie ‘Always’. If he finds out that you’ve yet to watch it, he’d immediately pop the cd into the player and make you watch it with him. If he finds out that you have indeed watched the movie, well then, nothing wrong with re-watching right?

~ Them thighs… (HAHA sorry just had to)

~ Him being competitive in whatever he does. He’d hate losing and would feel upset whenever he does. Soon enough, you’d purposely let him win. He’d celebrate at first but within seconds, he’d put two and two together and he’d say, “I know I like winning but that doesn’t mean you have to opt for losing.”

~ His contagious and beautiful smile. One look at that boy and you’re a goner because his smile would drive you insane. Even when you’re down, his smile would turn that frown around. He’d probably smile at every mini thing you do and when he’s staring at you, he wouldn’t be aware of the smile on his face unless you call him out for it.

~ Him using aegyo to get what he wants. He’d probably walk up to you cutely or go full-on aegyo when he wants your attention or whatsoever. You wouldn’t be able to resist him of course. You’d try but you’d give in eventually and he’d start dancing victoriously, giving you a wink right after.

~ Him going all-out in everything he does. He’d put in everything into the relationship. He’d go beyond your expectations and he’d do everything that makes you happy. Sometimes you’d be overwhelmed with the joy he’s giving you that you’d tear up for no apparent reason so you’d only be able to say ‘Thank You’ multiple times. Seeing that, he’d wipe the tear away with his thumb, giving you a kiss before saying, “You’re welcome, you deserve all the happiness in the world.”

~ The two of you sitting on a park bench at night, stargazing while talking about whatever that pops into your minds. He’d hold onto your hand for as long as he can, wrap his arms around you should you feel cold, remind you how much he loves you.

~ You calling him ‘Ddochi’ whenever he purposely ignores you and him tickling you right after for calling him that. You attempting to apologize in the midst of laughter and him kissing your nose after it all. 

~ “Halloween’s just around the corner and costumes would probably cost a lot during this period of time but don’t worry, I’ve got our costumes ready,” he’d say. 

“We’re going to be dressing up as dinosaurs aren’t we?” 

“Bingo!” he’d beam.

~ Him using Rain, Taeyang and Chris Brown’s songs to express his feelings. Taeyang to express his love for you, Chris Brown to express his fascination for you and Rain to express his hormonal side if you know what I mean.

~ Jimin breaking out into a Big Bang jamming session out of complete nowhere but of course you’d be used to that. In fact, it’d get to a point in which you’d actually jam along with him and have all the lyrics in your head because he does it simply that often.

~ “Jimin, you’ve been practicing for hours. You need rest babe.” “I’m almost done, give me a while more” 

~ Him cooking for you during his days off or him surprising you with a set table when you get home. He’d force himself to learn to cook your favourite dishes. Should you compliment him on his cooking, his eyes would light up and he’d wear a huge smile on his face for at least one day. ”She said my cooking skills are excellent,” he’d repeatedly say to himself as well as to the members of Bangtan who would probably ask him to cook for them as well and not only for you.

~ Him trying to hide his frustration. Whenever he’s feeling angry, annoyed or frustrated at anything, he’d try to hold it in but everything’s written on his face. He’d try his hardest to put up with whatever’s making him grind his teeth but eventually, when he’s unable to take it anymore, he’d lose his temper. He’d probably walk out of the room and after a while, he’d come back and apologise for throwing a fit.

~ Him picking on his own flaws. At times when he’s quiet or when a smile isn’t on his face, you know something’s bugging him. You’d ask what’s wrong and he’d simply shrug because he wouldn’t want to trouble you with his own demons. You wouldn’t give up though. You’d continue to ask and eventually, he’d give in. When he does, he’ll tell you all about his flaws and how much he dislikes them. He’d then probably ask, “Why do you even like me?” and you’d spend the night reminding him of every bit of him that caused you to fall in love with him. At the end of it, he’d have a wide smile on his face and he’d gaze at you, saying, “I’m so glad you’re mine.”

~ Him using his eyes. At times, he’d call your name to make you look at him and when you do, he’d simply gaze at you. He wouldn’t have any expression on his face but everything can be seen through his eyes. Your face would turn red and you’d ask him why he’s staring at you like that and he’d probably answer with “No reason, I just wanted to admire you.”

Originally posted by shimseulran

Close the Door!

Requested by Anonymous: Could you do a Daryl imagine were someone walks in on the two of you?

Close the Door!

The morning sunlight was streaming in through the slated blinds of your bedroom window in Alexandria, causing a small, but slightly lovely intrusion into your sleep. You blinked awake slowly, then rolled over and buried your face into your husband’s back in an effort to hide from the morning a little longer. The gesture roused him, too, though, and Daryl rolled over as well and said, “Good morning.”

“It’s not morning if I’m not awake yet.” You mumble, re-burrowing yourself into his chest and smiling as he laughs and wraps his arms around you.

“You sure about that?”

“Positive.” You whisper, trying to go back to sleep. “It’s our day off, let’s just enjoy it.”

“OK.” Daryl says, pressing his nose against your forehead, then humming slightly as he began to dot small kisses on your forehead, hairline, nose, and cheeks.

“You’re not helping.” You whisper with a smile.

“I’m enjoying our day off.” He whispers back, before kissing you fully on the lips.

“But what if I want to sleep?” You smirk when he pulled back again.

“We can sleep when we’re dead.” He smirked back, leaning down to attack your collarbone. “Or after we’re done with this.”

“Mmm.” You hum. “After this works for me.” You relax and bask in the warmth of the sun coming in from outside as Daryl kissed his way down your bare chest and stomach, and tossed the blankets practically off of the bed when he reached your thighs.

“I loved you so much.” He whispered, looking up at you briefly before he kissed your hip bones individually.

“Stop teasing me.” You said with a laugh.

Just then, the door to the bedroom flung open and Carl said, “Daryl, my dad wants—“

You panicked. You were completely naked, spread out for the world to see, and Daryl had thrown the blankets too far away for you to reach. You scrambled up into a sitting position, trying to cover yourself with your hands.

Meanwhile, Carl was still standing in the doorway, frozen in shock. “I, uh, sorry, I didn’t mean…”

Daryl grabbed pillows from the head of the bed and used them to help cover both of you, but you were quickly turning a bright shade of red from head to toe. “Close the door!” Daryl snapped, waving for him to get out.

That seemed to break him out of his trance and he quickly turned and pulled the door shut behind him with a ‘bang’ that woke Judith up a few doors down.

With the door closed and the chaos of everyone distracted by Judith’s cries going on out in the hall, you relaxed again. You got up out of bed, found one of Daryl’s clean sweatshirts and a pair of panties to wear, then sat back down cross-legged on the bed and put your head in your hands.

When you looked back up after a moment, Daryl had put on a pair of boxers and was sitting on the edge of the bed watching you. Finally, you said it, “That was humiliating.” Daryl nodded. “I feel ashamed to be naked in my own room.”

“Y/N.” Daryl put a hand on your knee. “It was an accident.”

“You’re going to have to talk to Rick, you know.” You say, and put a hand up when Daryl opens his mouth to protest. “Carl’s too old to make mistakes like that. He should be knocking before entering private spaces, and he should know that. And he owes us an apology.”

Daryl nods. “I’ll talk to him.”


After you’d taken a shower and gotten dressed for the day, you both finally emerged from your room to face the day and your housemates. As you followed Daryl downstairs, the house seemed quiet, and you hoped everyone was out for the day. But when you reached the kitchen, you found Rick and Michonne having a late breakfast.

“Hey guys.” Michonne smiled. “How’d you sleep?”

You shrug. “I slept fine. It was the morning that wasn’t.” You went over to the fridge to look for some milk before she could ask more questions.

“Where’s the kids?” Daryl asked, jumping into the conversation.

“Carl took Judy outside to play over at Enid’s house. He seemed pretty eager to get over there, so I assume he’ll be gone for most of the day.” Rick said. “Why?”

You brought your glass of milk back over and came to stand behind Daryl as he plowed forward. “’Cause I need to talk to you about Carl. You specifically Rick, but Michonne, you’re his step-mom, now, so you’re both his parents.”

“What happened?” Rick said. “What’d he do.”

“He doesn’t knock before he opens doors, and this morning he walked in on Y/N and I during a pretty intimate moment.” Daryl crossed his arms in an attempt to hide his embarrassment. “I could let it go if it were just me, but he saw Y/N in a, well, a pretty compromised position, to put it delicately, and I gotta protect my woman.”

Your face was bright red again and you put your forehead against Daryl’s shoulder. “How am I supposed to even look him in the eye again? It’s humiliating.” You whisper.

Michonne stood up and came around the table to give you a hug. “This will blow over, Y/N, I promise. Carl won’t think any differently of you.”

“And we’ll make sure that he not only apologizes, but he also has a punishment of some sort.” Rick says.

“OK.” You nod. “Do me a favor, though. I want him to apologize to both of us together. Not individually.”

“We can make that happen.” Michonne says.


Later that night, you and Daryl were sitting on the couch flipping through old magazines and taking the quizzes for fun when Rick and Carl came home.

“Go on.” Rick nudged his son, and Carl, looking thoroughly miserable, came to stand in front of you on the couch.

“Y/N, Daryl, can I talk to you for a second?” Carl asked, staring at the carpet.

“Look ‘em in the eyes, son.” Rick said, standing in the corner of the room with his arms crossed.

Carl met your gaze and looked back and forth between you and your husband as he said, “I’m really sorry I barged in on you this morning. I should’ve knocked and I saw something I shouldn’t have and I’m sorry and I feel really bad about it. Can you forgive me?”

“I forgive you.” Daryl says. “But there’s a bigger lesson about respect here.”

“Yes sir.” Carl nods. “My dad told me that I wasn’t respecting your space as a married couple, or as individuals, and I need to remember to knock before entering private places in order to respect people.”

Daryl nods. “Cause you disrespected my wife when you barged in on us, and now she feels unsafe in her own room.” Carl dropped his eyes, but Daryl tapped his chin so he’d look back up at him. “I can forgive you disrespecting me, cause you’re a kid learning a lesson. But you disrespected my girl, and that’s a bigger problem. So, what are you going to do about it?”

Carl turned to look at you. “Y/N, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean it, really. I feel really bad about it, too. I don’t want you to feel unsafe.”

“I forgive you.” You say. “But I need you to understand that what you did was really not OK.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“OK.” Daryl says. “Now go upstairs so we can talk to your dad.”

Carl does as he told, and once he’s out of the room, Rick says, “Do you guys feel better?”

Daryl nods, and you say, “A little, yeah. I think it’ll still take some time to feel completely back to normal, but I feel better that I know it probably won’t happen again.”

“It won’t.” Rick said. “We had a good, long talk about it. He feels just as bad about it.”

You nod. “Thank you, Rick.”

“C’mon.” Daryl says, grabbing your hand. “Let’s go enjoy our day off.” You laugh and follow him up the stairs.


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Guy’s Night Out

I felt like some BROTP writing and some teasing… also I redid my blog! Check it out and tell me what you think? :D

Setting: AU

Pairings: NaLu, Gruvia, Gajevy, Jerza, Zervis

Summary: Natsu should have known better then to come to the guys on his relationship problems.

“I can’t do it!” Natsu shouted before banging his head on the wooden table in the bar. He faintly heard someone scoff at his dismay.

“How hard can it be Flame Brain? All you have to say is ‘Lucy, I like you, will you be my girlfriend?’ It isn’t that hard.” Gray said taking a swig of his beer.

“Its not that easy… its like asking a supermodel out!” Natsu tried to reason. “I mean look at me, why the hell would she want to go out with me?”

“Good question.” Zeref replied making the other three men at the table laugh.

Natsu sent a glare to his brother. “Zeref-nii! You’re suppose to be on my side!”

“No I’m not.”

“All joking aside; Natsu, Gray is right. Just ask Lucy out I bet you anything she’ll say yes.” Jellal added in before they were kicked out of the bar for causing a bar fight.

The pink haired male scrunched his face up in confusion. “How do you know?”

“Because it’s all she talks about you dumbass.” Gajeel inputted downing the rest of his mug. “When I’m over at Levy’s and Bunny Girl’s there she’s always talking about how she wishes you’d pull your head out of your ass, grow some balls and ask her out.”


“I’m about two seconds away from hitting you.” Gajeel growled. “YES!”

“You two have been friends forever.” Gray commented. “Besides, don’t you even sleep in her bed?”

Zeref perked up. “You do what?”

Natsu smirked. “What Zeref-nii, jealous?”

“Why the hell would I be jealous?”

“Because you and Mavis have been dating for three months and haven’t even hit second base yet.” Gajeel said smugly, making everyone besides Zeref laugh.

The corner of Zeref’s mouth quirked up. “That’s pretty funny coming from someone who’s been dating their girl for seven months and hasn’t even hit home base yet.”

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Drunk Last Night (Part 2)

Summary: Jensen and your secret relationship reaches its breaking point after a fan kisses Jensen while at a bar.

Word Count: 2350

Warnings: *SMUT!*, cursing, fighting

A/N: Thank you to everyone who showed interest in a part 2! I appreciate every one of you so much. I hope this part lives up to all of your expectations! As always, like/reblog/send me some love if you like it!

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Originally posted by itsdeanwinchesterr

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The drive home flew by in a blur of tears and your driver looking into the rear view mirror with a worried expression to make sure you were alright. You appreciated the sympathy, but right now, it was the farthest thing from your mind to be grateful. You were so wrapped up in your own mind that you hardly noticed when the car slowed to a stop at the curb in front of your apartment building.

Mumbling a ‘thank you’ to your driver, you climbed out of the backseat and made your way through your lobby and to the elevator. The second the doors closed you were fighting to keep the tears at bay, and by the time you made it into your apartment they were falling freely. Images of Jensen’s face as you were standing on the sidewalk were flashing in your mind and you couldn’t help but hate yourself for how you acted. If you were done, then there was no need to make the situation any worse or more painful for either of you.

The feeling of slipping off your boot and changing into a worn t-shirt and boy shorts brought you more relief than you thought it ever had. You were just about to start wiping off your makeup in the bathroom when banging on your door made you almost jump out of your skin.

“(Y/N)! Open the damn door!” Jensen’s voice was unmistakable, even when muffled through your door. You let out a sigh, dropping the makeup wipe and gripping the sides of the sink. Your head hung as Jensen continued to pound on your door, begging you to open it. Finally you gave up, taking a few deep breaths before walking across your apartment to the front door.

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Title: A Touch of Color Pt. 4
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader
Trigger Warning: None
Plot:  In a modern world like this, finding your soulmate was nearly impossible. There were only few people who had the potential to ever meet their soulmate - people who normally saw in black and white, but once they saw their soulmate, color would start to appear all around them. You were cursed as being one of those people. You had never met your soulmate until you see your best friend from high school through strange ties. And your soulmate? Your best friend’s fiance.

Previous Parts 

On Monday, you went back to work. You were exhausted from the weekend, so you trudged in your heels to your cubicle, holding a steaming cup of coffee. 

You weren’t just exhausted from Saturday with Scott. On Sunday, so yesterday, you made the mistake of agreeing with Scott to go clubbing. You were so glad that after such an awkward moment with him, you guys were still close. If anything, you two had gotten closer.

Except, you drank so much last night just to forget the troubles you were plagued with. 

Unfortunately to forget everything, you had to drink a lot more than you were used to. An equally drunk Scott and you stumbled home in a cab. 

“Y/N, do you mind copying these for me?” your co-worker asked, handing you some papers above your cubicle wall.

You agreed and grabbed the papers, feeling bad if you denied her request, especially since she had been so supportive of you and Scott, even though it wasn’t likely to happen.

You made your way to the copy room and nearly ran into Scott, who looked almost as beaten up as you were. 

“Tough morning, am I right?” Scott asked, rubbing his forehead and nursing a mug of coffee.

You nodded groggily and placed a few pieces of paper in the copy machine. As it printed out multiple copies, you turned to look at him and leaned against the counter opposite of the one he was leaning on. “I don’t think I have ever been this hungover in my life,” you said, massaging your temples. “I love you, Scott, but we should never do that again.”

Scott grunted and nodded eagerly. “Don’t worry. That was a poor choice. A very poor choice.”

You two sipped at your coffee in silence for a bit before Scott broke it. “So did you and Stiles come up with a day to bond yet?”

You gave him a pointed look. “Unfortunately. We mutually agreed to never associate with each other unless you or Kira were there, but Kira was so adamant on us spending time together.”

Scott offered you a sympathetic smile and then took a sip of his coffee before speaking again. “Sorry you have to go through that. When are you doing it? Maybe I can come.”

“We’re doing it Friday after work.”

Scott sucked in a breath through his teeth and clucked his tongue. “I can’t do that day. I’m visiting my mom straight after work. I am so sorry.”

You waved your hand dismissively. “Don’t even worry about it. I need to fight my own battles. You’ve already done so much for me.” You placed your cup of coffee on the counter behind you and then went up to him and hugged him. He wrapped the arm that wasn’t cradling his coffee around your body.

After finally putting his coffee down behind him, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close.

Unlike when you were anticipating the date with Scott, you were dreading your meet up with Stiles. Sadly, it came sooner than you had wanted. It came up so much faster than your wait to go out with Scott.

You met up with Stiles in the parking lot, where he had parked in a blue beat up looking Jeep. It finally felt so nice to see color. He was leaning against the car, adjusting his position every now and then to attempt looking cool. 

“I’m ready if you are,” you said, making him look up from his cell phone. 

He blushed a bit and pocketed his phone. You both got into the car and sat in awkward silence. 

“Where are you taking me?” you asked to break the silence. 

Stiles cleared his throat and fixed the position he was in by moving his back closer to the chair. “Well, what do you want to do?” he asked, taking one hand off of the wheel to make some hand gestures. 

You shrugged and looked straight ahead at the road, aware that his head was turned slightly to look at you. “I’m fine with anything.”

Stiles released a sigh of relief. “Good because I was thinking that we should just start off with something generic.”

Not too long after saying that, he turned into the parking lot of a mall. It was surely very generic, but then again, you weren’t complaining. Maybe you could find some new clothes there.

You two walked alongside each other in silence once again. Stiles had his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets while you had your arms crossed over your chest. 

“So…” you both said at the same time.

“We need to stop doing that,” Stiles said after you two shared a laugh.

You rolled your eyes. “What were you going to say?”

Stiles cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. “Okay, so don’t get freaked out,” he said. “I know I said it was this kind of generic thing, but it’s not.” He looked down at you and gauged your reaction. You were just staring up at him with one eyebrow raised. “So I thought instead of shopping, we’d be those annoying people who just try on clothes and not buy anything because I’m not normal and you’re probably not normal.”

You feigned being offended. “Excuse me? I’m not normal?” you said with a gasp. 

Stiles looked at you with the same expression you had been giving him. 

“Okay. I’m going to admit - I actually love that idea,” you said, chuckling a bit. “Where are we going to start?”

Stiles grinned and pushed open the door to the main entrance. “We are going to the mother land,” he said, leading the way. “We’re going to Macy’s.”

You laughed. “You’re kidding.”

Stiles, with a big grin, shook his head. 

You two entered the store and immediately went to the clothing section. 

“First objective: Find the ugliest thing you can find, try it on, and then convince someone to take a picture of you and ask them for their honest opinion,” Stiles muttered to you, leaning down slightly to reach your height. 

You looked up at him with a lopsided grin and wiggled your eyebrows. “You’re on. Winner gets to pick the next challenge.”

Stiles smirked and flicked you behind your ear jokingly. “Time’s a-wasting, Y/N. Get ready to get creamed.”

You rolled your eyes and hurried off toward a rack with an unusual clash of colors. You were glad Stiles was still in the vicinity so that you could pick which colors just didn’t match at all with each other.

You quickly picked a mermaid style dress with bright reds, oranges, and an obnoxiously neon pink and headed toward the dressing room. 

With determination in your eyes, you pulled on the dress, and prepared a gimmick. You held the dress up at the front with your forearm and opened the door slightly, catching the next woman who passed by you.

“Excuse me, do you mind doing some small favors for me?” you asked, kindly, stepping out of the dressing room.

The woman’s eyes widened, but she happily accepted. 

“Could you zip this up for me and take a picture? I want to send it to my husband and ask him how it looks,” you said.

“Of course, sweetie!” she said, helping you zip up the dress. You handed her your phone, posed for a picture, and then sent it to Stiles.

You: How’s this? :P

Stiles: Very ugly

You gasped and showed the woman the message. “Do you see this? He just told me it was really ugly! What do you think?”

The woman gave you an unsure smile and took in a deep breath through her teeth. “Well, I don’t think it’s ugly, but I just don’t think it suits you.”

You hugged the woman and said, “Oh, thank you so much. It’s our anniversary today and I just wanted to look nice for him.”

“Well, happy anniversary, sweetie. Good luck finding a dress.” She gave you a kind smile and headed to her own dressing room.

Smiling deviously, you changed out of the dress and pulled on your regular clothes.

You met up with Stiles, who was grinning ear to ear. “Sorry, Y/N. Sure, yours was filled with the worst combination of colors, but nothing can beat this.”

He showed you a picture of him in a bright pink mesh top and pants that were half red and half green. 

You felt like puking. “Oh my lord,” you said.

“And the guy who took the picture was too nice to say that it was the ugliest thing he had ever seen.”

“Fine, fine, you win,” you said, laughing hysterically at the picture. “I want that picture so bad.”

The competition wore on until you two got hungry. 

Unfortunately for you, Stiles had won. He was unusually good at the game. You were sure he did this all the time.

“You were a very worthy opponent,” Stiles said, leading you to the car.

“I can say the same for you. You were really good.”

“It’s a gift,” he said with a fake bow. 

He opened the door for you and went to his side when you got in. He started to drive off. 

“So are you taking me home?” you asked, actually upset that you two would have to end the day on that fun note. You wanted to spend more time with him.

Stiles shook his head. “Pfft. Of course not. It’s only 7 o’clock. The night has just begun.”

Learning from the last time, you turned on his car radio and gasped happily when All Time Low’s “Dear Maria, Count Me In” came on. 

“This song is so old,” Stiles said, rolling his eyes before turning up the volume. 

Dear Maria, count me in! There’s a story at the bottom of this bottle and I’m a pen!” he sang quickly after his statement in a horrendous voice.

He was head banging really hard and snapping his neck this way and that to the instrumental beat between the first verse and the second verse.

You quickly joined in and head banged with him, your hair flying everywhere. 

When the lights go up, I want to watch the way you take the stage by storm. The way you wrap those boys around your finger.

At this point, you two were screaming the lyrics, but Stiles was now focusing his attention on the road.

When the chorus came up, you two looked at each other and started to mouth the lyrics furiously. 

Cause I’ve got your picture. I’m coming with you. Dear Maria, count me in. There’s a story at the bottom of this bottle and I’m a pen. Make it count when I’m the one who’s selling you out, cause it feels like stealing hearts calling your name from the crowd.”

At this point, you two were at the point where you would start making the guitar noises with your mouth. You played the air guitar while Stiles was banging on the steering wheel. 

When the song ended, you two were breathing heavily and smiling brightly. You had never been happier. A good song came on and you and Stiles bonded over it. Not to mention, you could actually see color. This wasn’t even a date, but with the fun that you two were having, it was starting to feel like one.

Stiles ended up parking in a nearly deserted parking lot for a park. 

“Doesn’t this park close at 7:30?” you asked Stiles, looking down at the clock in his car to see that it read “7:25″.

“Not if we don’t get caught,” Stiles said. 

He pulled out a blanket and a picnic basket before leading you stealthily through knooks and crannies to not get caught by anybody on patrol.

Soon after, you ended up on a grassy hill that had the perfect view of the stars. He placed the blanket down and then the basket before sitting down on it and inviting you on it.

You two sat facing each other with the basket in between you.

As you watched Stiles unpack the food, a thought struck you. “Hey, Stiles, doesn’t food usually spoil when you leave it in the car for a long time in the heat?”

With the expression of a deer caught in headlights, he slowly put the food back and said, “Yeah, we probably should have had the picnic first.” You two shared a laugh and lay down, looking up at the stars with adoration. “We could probably eat at some 24 hour diner.”

“I didn’t peg you for the kind of guy to look at stars,” you said, causing him to look at you. He had his hands folded under his head and his legs spread out across the blanket.

“I don’t usually do this,” he said. “I just felt like trying something new.”

“You are strangely poetic and I don’t like it.”

Stiles laughed and rolled his eyes. 

For a while, you two laid in silence. It was definitely a more comfortable silence now that you two were more acquainted with each other. 

It was just then that the silence was broken by someone’s stomach grumbling.

“This was a really bad idea,” Stiles grumbled. “I’m really hungry. Let’s go.”

You laughed and snuck back to the car with him.

Stiles and you had ended up eating at a 24 hour diner, being those obnoxious people who threw spitballs at each other. But everyone seemed to look at you two with some sort of admiration. 

It wasn’t a surprise that you two were starting to connect well with each other. You two were soulmates after all. It just made you wish that you had met him before Kira or that maybe you and Kira had stayed friends long enough to have met Stiles. 

But Kira and Stiles seemed happy. They were getting married, so you couldn’t stop that from happening, even if you and Stiles were meant to be together.

By the end of the night, Stiles parked in front of your house and turned to you. He gave you his famous tight lipped smile and waved awkwardly. 

“This was actually really fun. I thought Kira was crazy to suggest this, but I…uh…it was great,” Stiles admitted.

You smiled back and tucked your hair behind your ear. “Yeah. I thought it was really nice just to relax.”

Stiles nodded to fill up the silence and you opened the car door and were about to step out, but Stiles stopped you by saying your name. 

When you turned, his face was close to you and his lips were instantly on yours. 

You closed your eyes as you kissed him back. 

It just felt so right. 

And then you realized just how wrong it was. 

You pulled away and scrambled out of the car. “Thanks for the ride home,” you said, closing the car door and stumbling toward your house.

“Oh my gosh,” you whispered, covering your mouth as you unlocked the door and forced yourself inside. 

You slid yourself against your door as you whispered again, “Oh my gosh.”

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Party Gone Wrong (Audrey Jensen x Reader) *Requested*

Requested prompt:Ok so. My request is an Audrey fanfic
The day of keirans birthday party audrey and the reader go together as a “couple” and the reader does her own thing while audrey does her own thing but.. When Zoe, Noah, and audrey kiss the reader sees it and gets really sad and they have a fight?

Warnings: None.

This is only PART ONE! PART TWO HAS BEEN POSTED! For some reason I can’t link it but it is on my blog. I will get it on linked on here as soon as possible!!

I wanted to get this up tonight for my very first requester @duhitskenna ! I hope you like it! There will be so much fluff in the second part like you could not believe!

“I thought Kieran didn’t want a party,” I said looking at Emma confused as she invited Audrey and I to Kieran’s surprise party. Audrey and I shared look as Emma continued with the details.

“I know that’s what he told me, but he told Eli otherwise. I just want this night to be something that he wants,” she said with determination, “So will you come? Maybe help set up?”

“We will be there,” Audrey said in conformation and Emma nodded and began to walk down the hall to her next class.

“We?” I asked Audrey grabbing her arm to make her look at me. She merely smirked and grabbed my hand before uttering, “Yes, we.”

I smiled at her grasping her soft hand that was holding mine.

“So, like a couple?” I asked trying to keep excitement out of my voice. Audrey and I had been on a few dates, but we’re trying to keep our “relationship” on the down low for a while. We wanted to know exactly what this was before we broadcasted it to our friends and the entire school.

She laughed before saying, “Yes (y/n). Like a couple.”

My face lit up in excitement and I had to keep myself from jumping up and down. I took a deep breath to calm myself before I asked, “What time are you picking me up?”

“(Y/n)! Audrey is here!” My father called from the bottom of the stairs. I looked myself over once more in the mirror making sure my (h/c) was in place, my (f/c) top looked perfect with my jeans, and that my combat boots had a nice shine to them.

“Coming right down!” I called as I hurried out the door grabbing my phone off of my dresser and sprinting down the stairs, “I’ll see you tomorrow. I’m going to spend the night with Audrey or Emma tonight.”

“Ok call us in the morning,” My mother stated giving my a hug.

“Love you!” I yelled as I rushed out of the door.

“Hey,” Audrey as I made it to her car that she was leaning on. She wore the red plaid shirt I told her I loved on her. It was the one she wore on our first date.

“You look so hot,” I told her with a grin. She just laughed at me before giving me a quick kiss and opening my door.

“So do you,” she said as I made myself comfortable in the passenger seat. I smiled in delight at the complement and we made our way towards Emma’s.
“Audrey, I don’t feel so good,” I said holding my stomach in agony. I felt it do another flip and my eyes went wide before I ran outside and lost my lunch, dinner, and anything I drank. I felt someone grab my hair and pull it into a loose ponytail (or rub your back if it is too short for that). I groaned and fell back into who was ever behind me as I lost the ability to stand. I heard a grunt and they pulled me away from my mess by the bushes and into the dewy grass.

“Are you ok?” A voice asked. I looked towards the sound to see that it was Audrey. I nodded weakly.

“I think I will be ok. Although I think I may have a slight fear of vomiting now,” I told her as I brushed my bangs out of my face with a shaky clammy hand.

“I’m going to go see what is going on. It’s not just you who is getting sick like this,” she said as she pulled her arms from my waist and got up,“ Will you be ok?”

I nodded at her and smiled nervously as she left. I then noticed more people running out of the house to vomit. Not wanting to be thrown up on I got up and quickly ran back inside and planted myself in a corner away from everyone.


The drinks were spiked with some insane hallucinogen. Meaning pretty soon everyone was about to be tripping. I lost Audrey in this mess as she went to be with the Lakewood Six and I tried to comfort my friend (b/f/n). She/he was not taking this very well and could not quit getting sick.

As I rubbed their back my vision began to get dark. I shook my head trying to get it to stop, but it just kept fading to black.

“I’ll be right back,” I told (b/f/n) my voice sounding unlike my own. It was almost mechanical, robotic. I stumbled trying to find somewhere to lay down before I completely slumped into a wall and just curled up there. I couldn’t see, but I could hear. I heard Piper taunting me with Audrey’s life.

“I’m going to kill her,” she whispered.

“No!” I screamed unable to move my head from my knees, “please don’t!”

“Where’s the fun in that?” She laughed.

“Me! Kill me instead,” I cried tears beginning to stream down my face.

“I don’t think so. See this is a game and you are my dolls. I run the show, you are just a player,” she told me. I didn’t have to see her face to know she was smiling with glee.

“No!” I yelled finally lifting my head from my knees. My vision began to swim back into color and I groaned from the brightness. I rubbed my eyes a few times (definitely ruining my already running mascara) trying to readjust from the light when I saw it.

Audrey. Kissing Noah. I looked at them dumbfounded as they pulled away looking shocked at each other. Zoe walked over and I heard Noah try to explain himself as Audrey was still in shock before I heard Zoe shush them, “Guys, your energy. It’s glowing.”

Then I saw her pull Noah in for a kiss. Audrey just stood watching them unaware of my eyes on her. When Zoe pulled away from Noah she turned to Audrey and my (e/c) eyes went wide as Audrey went to kiss her.

I shakily stood from my place in the corner and tried to find a way out of the hallway without tripping over everyone who was currently hallucinating. Tears pricked my eyes as I tried to tell myself that it was just because of the drink.

I locked myself in Emma’s room for the remainder of the party.

Emma was attacked. We were currently being questioned by the police. I just wanted out of this nightmare. This night was a horrible disaster. I kept avoiding Audrey’s gaze and looking at the ground were my once shiny combats boots seemed to be glued to.

The police left concluding that it was the drink and Emma saw nothing. You would think after what just happened in this town people would take this more seriously, but we don’t seem learn from our mistakes here in Lakewood.

I walked out into the night and waited for Audrey.

“Take me home,” I told her firmly as she walked over to me. She looked at me confused.

“What’s the matter?” She asked going to touch my shoulder. I quickly pulled away as if it were fire.

I laughed without humor and shook my head, “Like you don’t know.”

Realization crept onto her face, “You saw Noah, Zoe, and I.”

I just tapped my foot impatiently.

“(Y/n), I was in a hallucination,” she told me as I walked away from her to avoid her touch.

“You kissed your best friend while dating me! And another girl! You expect me to be ok with that?! That’s your trip?! I was pretty much being tortured with the thought of you dying! And you get to-”

“(Y/n)!” Audrey cut off my yelling, “I did not choose what I hallucinated! I did not want to kiss Noah! I did not want to kiss Zoe! I thought it was Rachel! That is torturous enough for me.”

I just shook my head tears filling my eyes. Of course it was Rachel. It is always Rachel.

“Forget it I will walk home,” I told her as I tried to choke down my tears.

“(Y/n), don’t be like this,” Audrey pleaded grabbing my arm.

“No. I need to be alone. I need to think,” I said shaking her off painfully.

“But the killer-”

“Isn’t around. The police are on high alert right now. I will be fine.”


“Bye Audrey.”

I walked away briskly wrapping my arms around me trying to keep myself together. Hold myself up and not break into pieces on the sidewalk.
How can I date her when I am living in someone’s shadow?

anonymous asked:

so like. hanamatsu. it's great, they're great, it's two dank memers in love. no one really gives them shit for it? they're fucking tall and scary af when not memeing. but then someone dares. just a snide comment here and there, disgusted looks, annoyed rants. they dont give a flying fuck about it, though, bc lol really man? you'll be gone next year who cares? but then iwaoi. oh god the iwaoi. they used to get the shit. childhood friends that were wayyy too comfy with each other (1)

(2) and ppl used to think they were dating, which they werent (YET). just really really close, those friends where their presence is like a comforter wrapping you in contentness and shit. anyway, lately this third year had stopped giving them shit and they’re both a bit like ???? bc tf?? tf is going on??? iwa is suspicious but is like nah dumbass, take the blessing, but oikawa noses around, figures out that third year asshole is giving shit to their friends instead which is UNACCEPTABLE

(3) and obviously he immediately goes and wrecks asshole third year. completely. utterly wrecks him. it started out small, with things slightly misplaced, unlocked lockers, things that can be explained away. iwaizumi catches on at some point, and he helps. oh god, he helps. iwaizumi is fucking vicious when he’s pissed, okay? so iwa takes over the messing, makes it bigger, just fucks with asshole completely. flickering lights, kool aid in the shower heads, the whole thing. and meanwhile

(4) they move onto his reputation. oikawa slyly sighs about this “senpai, he’s good on court but he’s not nice outside of it. he’s really mean, please dont mess with him!” to his fangirls, which puts into motion a giant cold shoulder move. then iwaizumi joins in, to the guys of the school, which is like. holy fuck, asshole, he’s so screwed, literally everybody is wary of him, his rep is in tatters, he’s jumping at every shadow (iwa is v good at this pranking business) and worse of all

(5) he doesnt know why its happening. mattsun and makki know, though. they approach their friends about it like a month or two after it started, and after an arguement about “hey look its our problem, what if he finds out? its fine guys srsly” they finally give in and. oh god. they join in on the war. this point, it’s a fucking psychological warfare. asshole looks completely insane, he’s messing up on court, and then he blames them. the four second years that he’s been picking on since

(6) the very beginning. how does he know it’s them? obvsly they’re in it for revenge! revenge for what? and then the whole deal comes to light, oikawa may have convinced iwaizumi to give him a black eye so that he can accuse asshole of bullying him (which he has, mainly verbally, physically once too long ago to use). asshole gets expelled. they’re fucking celebrating this shit, right? hell yes, and they all go out for ramen, oikawa pays. its the beginning of a TRADITION.

(7) and it becomes common for them to just hang out. wrecking people brings friends together like nothing else, right? an outing every other week, to every week, to every couple of days, to walking over to someone’s house and living there for a couple of hours. it’s so gradual, though. you know those friendships where it just clicks, all natural organic friendship right there? like that, except the click happens over a long period of time and it’s like oikawa’s always been stashing candy

(8) underneath mattsun’s bed, and makki had always a couple of shirts left over at iwaizumi’s, and they’re all so comfortable with each other i want to cry??? they get into so many shenanigans during that time and it always brings them closer together, and movie nights become a thing after someone figures out that makki hates thunderstorms and can never sleep in them. forecast says storm that night? dw mom, dad, we’re just going over to makki’s for the night see u tmr, and then they discover

(9) that oikawa’s idea of a movie is either terrible alien movies or volleyball videos. im serious. iwaizumi has a whole box of volleyball cds under his bed that oikawa kept on leaving over. so movie nights arent only just thunderstorm only, but really often to shove good plots down oikawa’s (and mattsun’s bc he only watches chick flicks) skulls. and then it’s like a goddamn spiral, they just learn more about each other and the closer they get the more they do to learn more to get closer to

(10) and its like quicksand, quicksand and laughing gas and a good dose of insomnia wrapped into four friends-that-are-maybe-more. by the end of their second year, there are gay rumors about all of them, all involved in different ways, and none of them realize it. no more “oikawa, iwaizumi, we get that ur gay af but no pda!!” jokes, no more “holy fuck hanamaki keep it in ur pants you can bang matsukawa later” taunts, just the expectation that each person would know where the other three are

(11? i lost track) most of the time they just laugh it off. mattsun’s dating makki, both iwaizumi and oikawa are single (although oikawa goes on dates with ppl sometimes) (always dumped bc spends too much time with volley or his best friends), it’s just nothing at all. it’s like they’ve always been this comfortable with each other, there isn’t some hidden sex/romantic/etc motive. when iwaizumi first realizes, he looks up queer platonic relationships immediately, yknow? he thinks thats it and

(12) he offhandedly mentioned it at some point, to which everyone was like. wait. holy shit. wAIT. “are we dating, then?” oikawa asks, and they all stop to actually consider this to which the answer is: mattsun/makki in a possible queerplatonic relationship with iwaizumi and oikawa, who are sorta begin dancing around each other? oikawa spills first that he’s pretty sure he’s in love with them all, iwaizumi only romantically loves oikawa, but they’re all just?? love each other so much?????

(13) and like you get the idea/??? i can literally go on forever and i hate the character limit and im really sorry for the spam but. hanaoimatsuiwa. i bleed for this ship. h el p. now i want to fic this too and like. my poly kawa with setters vs captains. my fluffy kagetsukihina and asayamanoya. i have too many feelings about too many ships and i blame this blog for encouraging at least a third of them.

now that im calm from the onslaught of hanaoimatsuiwa feelings, im pretty sure most of my asks were completely ridiculous…? did i type things right?? was everything misspelled and put in wrong sentence structure? were there too many asks? im really sorry about the spam.


KAGETSUKIHINA/ASAYAMANOYA/SETTERS VS CAPTAIN ANON, YOU’RE BACK WITH MORE STUFF!!!!! (we need to have a shorter name for you, i had to go back to the last post to copy that in)



(”its like quicksand, quicksand and laughing gas and a good dose of insomnia wrapped into four friends-that-are-maybe-more” i love this, i really love this)

All This Time | Shawn Mendes Imagine

 A/N: this is going to be a little different, dealing with being drunk for a tiny tiny bit so I dunno, I just felt like mentioning that. And I don’t know what it feels like to be drunk (I don’t drink haha) so sorry if this is a bit off.

This is my own little idea so yayy


Your POV

Shawn stopped the car at the front of the house, and we stepped out, him taking me to the door. His hand was around on my shoulder, holding me close. 

I have to admit, Shawn is pretty cute, and he is one of the sweetest, most talented people I know.

Maybe I liked him a bit.

But he doesn’t need to know that.

I knocked on the door, and it opened, revealing a boy with a red party cup in his hand. He positioned himself in a laid-back position in the door frame, “hey, you’re here for the party?”


“Come on in,” the boy tilted his head towards the inside. I felt my stomach clench. The place reeked of alcohol and looked like a mess. I had never gone to a real party, I was all too shy. The real reason I was here was because I wanted to get accepted.

I wanted them to either leave me alone,

or for them to see that i’m just like them and maybe, just maybe, they’ll find a reason to not pick on me.

I turned to Shawn, stuffing my hands in the pockets of my sweater. It was cold outside tonight, and I was wearing the most party-appropriate outfit I had in my closet, but based on what all the other girls were wearing, it didn’t make the cut. Shawn pressed his lips together, as if to ask me what’s wrong?

He then pulled me into a friendly hug, and whispered in my ear, “what’s up?”

“I’m scared.”

“Just don’t do anything crazy, alright? Promise me that.”

“I won’t.”

He pulled away, pecked me on the cheek, and walked off to the car.

“Your boyfriend?” the boy in the door asked, raising an eyebrow,

“Oh, what? Noo, no no no. He’s just… He’s just…” I turned around in Shawn’s direction, watching him drive away, “a friend.”




I had to admit, I was a little worried for Y/N. I mean, anything can happen at a party, but she’d promised me nothing crazy would happen, and she’d text me if she needed to be picked up, so I trusted her.

I’d known her long enough to trust her. I remembered how we met during middle school, how I immediately noticed the way she smiled and the way her eyes lit up the room. Ever since I first hugged her I wanted to just hold her there for as long as I could, because I knew that people had been hurting her.

I’ve seen all the nasty things that people’d write about her online. I’ve heard her pacing back and forth in her room muttering to herself about everything she wanted to change about herself.

She hated her height. But why? She fit so perfectly into me when we embraced it felt like pieces of a puzzle clicking together.

She was one of the cutest little things on the planet. 

Pushing my thoughts aside, I remembered that it was getting late, past midnight, and she hasn’t asked me to pick her up yet. No text, no call, nothing. But then I heard my phone buzz.


S: y/n are you ok…?


I stared at my screen. Oh god, she’s been drinking. How did she get her hands on beer??

S: y/n im coming to pick you up


I went right to the car, jammed the keys in, and drove off.



I’ve got no idea what was going on. One second I was at the party and now I’m in a bathroom.

My head was spinning, I felt like I was going to hurl, and I couldn’t walk ten steps without falling over. I felt horrible.

My head was positioned over the toilet and I felt like I was spewing my insides out. I’d never been drunk before. I now know that I hated the feeling. I heard the door handle twist and swing open. I wiped my mouth, looking up, my eyes meeting those of Shawn Mendes. I squinted. Maybe I’m hallucinating. I was still a bit drunk, I couldn’t think straight and my words would slur together when I spoke, after all.


“You got drunk at that party, and so I brought you home. You okay?” his tone seemed kind and comforting, yet his expression looked like that of an angry parent.

“IdunnntknowwIfeelfunny………” I replied, my eyes feeling like they were going to squeeze shut, like I was going to pass out again. My head hurt like hell, “waittttt am i in your house…??”

“Y/N why’d you do this to yourself?”

“Why duzzit matter…” I said lazily, hanging over the toilet bowl.

“I don’t know… It’s just… I care about you, and I don’t like seeing you like this. It makes me hurt.”

My head was spinning with thoughts, and the fact that I was drunk was not helping.

The logical part of me wanted to just thank him for bringing me here, and ask for him to take me home.

The drunk part of me wanted to go right up to him and kiss him like I’d wanted to since the day I met him, and at the same time slap him for making me feel emotions.

I slammed the toilet seat cover down, the drunk part of me taking over, I cradled my head in my arms on top of the cover, pressing my forehead to the cover, “Yer’ makin’ this soo hard for me Shawn, why?!!?!” I sobbed, my feelings a mess. My heart felt like it was swelling with all the bottled up emotions that I’d held back from Shawn, “You’re making this so. Damn. Hard!”

“What do you mean-”

“I LIKE YOU!” I sobbed again, tears dripping from the toilet onto the tile floor, “ever since the first time I saw you, I had the most embarrassing crush on you and now I can’t take it anymore!” I hunched my back, curling in my shoulders, my body trembling with confusion, anger, and overwhelming shame.

My head was spinning again, it felt like someone was banging a drum in my head, I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut, and the world went dark.


I can’t remember a thing. I could vaguely remember passing out in Shawn’s bathroom, but I can’t remember what I had said, what I had done, and how I got to his bedroom. I sat up, and looked out the window. The sun had risen. 

Do my parents know I’m here?

Suddenly I realized how I looked from my reflection on the window. I had a massive bruise on the side of my neck by my temple. I put my hand up to reach it, pressed a bit, and winced, my hand shooting away from my head. 

How did I get that bruise?

“You’re awake?” I heard Shawn walk in through the door. 

Me screaming, “You’re making this so. Damn. Hard!”

Me slamming the toilet seat cover down.

The pain.

The confusion.

The hurt.

The feelings.

My muscles tensed as I gradually remembered bits and pieces from the night before. Shawn knows what i’d tried for so long to hide from him now. He knows, and he doesn’t like me. I parted my lips, my cheeks burning.

“Shawn, I…” I trailed off. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know what to think, I-

Shawn then walked right up to me, squatted down next to the bed, and wrapped his arms around me. I could feel his warm breath down my neck, sending chills down my spine. He pulled me close to him, my head resting on his chest, and my arms around his torso. “I like you a lot too,” he said, “I wish I told you that when I met you.”

I pulled away, taken aback. My heart was pounding, adrenaline pumping through my veins, “All this time?”

He nodded, the sides of his lips curling into a smile, his eyes looking off to the side. I could see his cheeks turning a shade of red, “Stop it, you’re making me shy!”

I laughed crashing into him and pulling him into another hug. He was knocked down by the force, and laughed as he fell onto the soft carpet pulling me with him. He ran his fingers through my hair, and his smile faded, his eyes landing on my lips. He rolled over, so now he was on top of me.

“Did I ever tell you that you’re kind of cute?”

“I’m afraid you haven’t,” I said, looking into his eyes. He slowly lowered himself, his lips drawing closer and closer to mine, and our lips slowly met.

And they didn’t part for a very long time.


A/N: Yaay that was the new imagine! Not really sure how I feel about this one, so please tell me what you think when you reblog, I’d really appreciate it! 

Please check out my other imagines, which are in my ‘imagines’ page on my blog. My recent imagine ‘No one Can Replace Me’ basically made everyone who made it cry so like I decided to make happier ones for a while. Yup.


Request: Study Buddy

Request: hey so your blog is awesome and I am completely hooked, could you do one where the reader is going back to school but still living with the brothers, and she is up all night studying and sammy grabs some coffee and just sits with her and helps her out, with an impossible amount of fluff! Thanks!

Word Count: 531

I’m back! The post last night didn’t upload for some reason, I can’t figure out why, but I uploaded it I’m writing more today. Thanks for being so understanding!

Here it is, thank you! I hope you like it!:)

You groan quietly, flicking the page over. You find your attention wandering, yet again.

The plain white wall is so interesting in comparison to the work in front of you.

A long since abandoned laptop has just lost charge and you’re left with numerous open books and sheets stranded around you. Your exam is in a mere week and you feel incredibly unprepared.

“Y/N?” Sam asks, walking over to you and passing you a cup of warm coffee. He takes the seat beside you and glances over your work, “Looks like fun.”

You accept the white mug, taking a sip of the almost scalding liquid, “It’s boring. I’ve been at it for hours and I’ve hardly made a dent in the load.”

“Been there, done that. Anything I can help with?” He asks, picking up a sheet. You shrug.

“You could knock me out until after the exam.” You say, and he rolls his eyes.

“Yes, that would definitely work. Seriously, you need anything?”

You shrug again, glancing over at the clock. It’s a little after one in the morning. You really need some sleep and he knows what he’s doing…

“If you don’t mind.” You say, not wanting to be too much of a bother.

“Hey, anything for you.” He wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his warm frame. You smile, passing him a sheet.

“Test me?”

“Sure.” He reads over it. After a few seconds, he asks a question. You answer without hesitation, and he grins.

“Nice going. How about…” He asks another, which is a little harder, but you still manage to get it right. He squeezes your shoulder.

For almost an hour, he quizzes you. You manage to get most of it right, and what you don’t, he helps you learn. He mixes it up, and you spend much of the time holding back laughter, and usually failing.

“What’s the-“ He begins, and then looks at you. Your head’s dropped onto the table and you’re snoring softly. He chuckles to himself, closing the book and stroking your hair away from your face. Carefully, he picks you up, gently so he doesn’t wake you. He carries you to your room and places you in the bed, climbing in after you.

Subconsciously, you snuggle into him, and he smiles, pressing his lips to your forehead as you bury your head in his chest. He winds his arms around you and pulls the covers up.

You wake a few minutes later with a jolt, “Cosmic Background Radiation!”

He chuckles, half asleep himself, “What?”

“Radiation left over from early development of the universe, landmark proof of the Big Bang theory.” You explode, and slap a hand over your mouth, “That wasn’t meant to happen.”

He laughs, pulling you closer to him and pressing his lips to yours, “That’s one way of doing studying.”

You grin, “You should help me more often.” You say, and he laughs.

“You’ll make a great alarm clock one day.” He jokes, making you giggle.

“That’s a decent marketing premise, an alarm clock the blares facts at you. Let’s just invent that, make our millions, and I’ll never go to school again.”

“Nice try.”

A Flicker A Flare (1/2)

6x13 reaction fic. Rachel gives birth, at home.

He gets the first text at lunchtime, snatches his phone of the desk, drops it, then nearly chokes to death on his salad.

Mild contractions since this am. Getting stronger!

He’s at home, in their home office and alone, luckily, for all the wheezing and flailing he’s doing, finally managing to breathe normally and pick his phone up from the ground. He calls Blaine, heart in his throat.

“Did you get a text, too?”

“Yep!” Blaine’s voice on the other line is calm, yet high pitched enough that Kurt can hear the excitement. “You sound winded, are you okay?”

Kurt drops back in his desk chair, sparing his lunch a dirty look. “I was eating salad when I got the message and may have gasped at the exact wrong time.”

Blaine clicks his tongue. “I’ve told you before to destem the Swiss chard. I know you like the aesthetics but that stuff is really fibrous.”

“Honey, Rachel is in labor with our child, is now really the time for the Swiss chard lecture?”

The noise on Blaine’s phone increases, car horns and people talking, bangs and clatters and sirens. “No, sorry. Oh my god, Kurt!”

Kurt grins and bounces in his chair. “I know! Hurry up and get here!”

“Heading down to the subway now. I love you.”

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anonymous asked:

I'm a very big fan of your blog! Esp, your scenarios! You deserve more love than this! (: May I request for a one shot with Park Chanyeol? He comes home from his two months final world tour, late as unexpected. He finds his wife sleeping soundly on the sofa waiting for him. Unaware, he was touched by seeing his wife's small baby bump. Thank you! ((:

A/N: Thank you!! :) It’s not much but I hope you like it ^^ I really enjoyed writing though, almost died from the fluff xD

It was an understatement to say that Chanyeol was tired, he was exhausted. It was the wee hours of the morning after all and he was more than ready to fall asleep just right there. His flight was delayed and he could barely sleep on the plane with the man behind him snoring so loudly. To add on to his headache, a fan had screamed into his ears when he had exited the airport’s departure gates with his members. He was more than annoyed, not that he hates his fans or anything but you couldn’t blame him, he was just a poor overworked man. 

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