trust me everything's gonna be fine

Locker Room

Pairing: Brett Talbot x Reader

Word Count: 1,574

Warnings: Oral (Fem Receiving), swearing, violence

Summary: While supporting your high school’s lacrosse team, you also support the idea of having the opposite team’s Brett Talbot drag you to the locker room and do bad things with you. Apparently, he was supporting the same thing.

(Song Suggestion; Fetish, Selena Gomez ON REPEAT)

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  “You’re going to do great, Li.” You reassure your best friend, “Right Mason? Isn’t he going to do great?”

“Yeah.” He nods, not really paying attention to you. You roll your eyes when you see him staring at one of the players on the other team, slapping his hand to grab his attention.

“I don’t know… they’re gonna know something’s up. With everything else going on…”

  You reach your hand out and stroke his bicep gently. You walk closer, showing him your golden eyes, Mason totally oblivious to you, “You’ll do great. Liam? Look at me. You’re going to do fine. Scott trusts you.”

  “Okay.” He nods, sighing. You shake your head, grinning as your eyes return to their natural color. He looks back at the player he hates the most, Brett. You couldn’t help but join Mason’s side, getting a better view of his beautiful, toned body.

“I don’t care if he’s a foot taller than me. I think I could take him.” Liam says, as he watches Brett put on his shirt.

“Yeah…” Mason says, in a daze. Liam turns to look at him again, before staring at You and Mason.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

  “What?” You and Mason ask in unison, looking at your friend who raises his eyebrows and bites his lip, “Me? Agreeing with you. I’m being agreeable.” Mason answers, nodding. You all turn to face Brett again, who is putting on his gear over the green shirt.

Angrily, he turns to look at you two again, “You think he’s hot don’t you?” He demands, his face contorting.

“No!” You both answer. “I mean…”

  “No. Not at all.” Mason glares at you, “No way!” He pauses, “Maybe. Yeah, maybe a little.” Brett looks at you, specifically you, and your cheeks tint in the slightest, thanking that it’s too dark to see, and Liam is too bad at Chemo-signals to feel the want radiating from you.

“He wants to destroy me.” You roll your eyes.

  “I think you could definitely take him… and then… give him, to me.” Liam grins, looking down and then back up at you two, who are starting to bicker about who gets who.

“Nah, just go out there and kick their smug, prep-school asses man.”

“Right.” They fist bump, before Liam pulls you into a hug. Liam pulls the mask over his head, and walks away, running onto the field.

“He’s mine.” You snarl.

  “Bet?” He asks, as you go to sit on the bleachers. Brett glances at you, and all you can think about is his strong, warm body leaning onto yours, while he kisses you feverishly. You could almost picture the smirk he was giving you now, on his face as he trails down your body. You glance over at Mason, a smirk of your own lacing your lips. He glares at you.

  “He’s dreamy, Mason, but I think he’s into girls.” He stomps on your foot, causing your body to flail down to the lower bleachers, lying on your back and groaning in pain.


 Halfway through the game you could feel the field getting more and more tense. Brett was targeting Liam, who was trying to stay away from Garrett, who was the supposed assassin trying to kill all the supernaturals in Beacon Hills. You kept looking at Scott for direction, but there was little you could do- you didn’t play lacrosse. Every chance you got, you went over and talked to Garrett, talking about Liam’s performance and whatnot. You had tried to be friends with him, since the whole thing about murders, it still could be someone else.

“He’s doing really good.” You nod, leaning your head against his shoulder. He wraps his arm around you, his hand resting on your hip.

“Yeah. That other one, Brett. Liam don’t like him.”

“I know.”

“Why’s he givin’ you googly eyes?”

“Dunno. Hey- I’m gonna run to the bathroom, okay? I’ll talk to you in a bit.”

“Course.” He nods. You make your way to the locker room, completely side-stepping the bathroom. When you sigh, leaning against the lockers, you feel a tap on your shoulder. Jumping, you look at Violet, Garrett’s girlfriend a personal friend of yours.

“Hey.” You smile.

“What’s wrong? You okay?”

“I’m fine, just needed a breather. Kinda cold outside, and crowded. Loud.”

“Really shouldn’t effect you. I mean, not since you’re a werewolf and all.” Suddenly the atmosphere changed, and you were backing away from her. She was the assassin. It was her.

“Violet… look, we can talk, okay? You don’t have to do this.”

“You’re worth a lot of money, almost two million, (y/n).”

“Please, Violet.” She brings her fist up and connects it with your jaw, your eyes turning yellow, but you refrain from wolfing out, and mauling her to death. She unhooks her necklace from around her neck, and wraps it around yours, when you’re on the ground. She pulls it tight, and turns it on. You start choking, the heat burning through your skin. Suddenly, the necklace is ripped away, and so is her body. Across the room she goes, while you look at the attacker. You cough, managing to make out Brett’s tall figure, growling at her. His nails extend to claws as you try and stand up, making it to your feet in little time. She starts running, and when Brett takes after her, you grab his arm and pull him back.

“No.” You shake your head, “Not here.”

“You’re a wolf.” He says, holding your arms, “You can’t tell anyone that I am too. Please. Not even Scott, or Liam.”

“How do you know about Liam.”

“I can sense it.”

“Yeah so can I. How come I can’t sense you?”

“My pack and I like to be hidden. We don’t like being figured out.”

“Thank you.” You nod towards the door, where he had entered moments ago.

  “You’re welcome.” He smiles, looking your body up and down. The mark around your neck heals slowly, which he notices. “Are you hurt?” He asks, his arm reaching out to cup your neck, his thumb dragging across your jaw. You lick your lips, before pulling your bottom one between your teeth.

“No.” You whisper, looking into his eyes through your eyelashes. He steps closer, his other hand landing on the other side of your neck. Your heartbeat quickens, as he moves closer, your feet backing up instinctively, until your back is pressed against the lockers. When his chest is leaning into yours, he takes a deep breath, trying to control himself.

  “Please.” You whimper, reaching your hands to grab his forearms. He grabs your neck harder, before pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes flutter closed, before he steps closer, sliding up your body. He crouched slightly, due to the hight difference between you two.

  “Fuck, Brett.” You gasp, as he pulls your shirt above your head. You glance up at him with passion, before jumping up, your legs wrapping around him. His hands stay by his sides, not touching you in the slightest. He found it incredibly sexy, that you could just practically stick to him. You look down onto his pale, gorgeous face, biting your lip. You lean down, as his hands reach your ass, squeezing. He pushes you against the benches, leaning over. He stands and admires you. You unbutton your jeans, sliding the zipper down seductively, before one hand slips beneath the cloth of your underwear. You rub yourself carefully, sliding a hand up to cup your left breast.

  He raises his eyebrows, “Damn, (Y/n).” He moans, ripping your thighs apart, and pulling your jeans down. He moves your panties to the side, and licks your clit. You gasp, fingers threading through his blonde hair. He shoves two fingers into your opening, curling them instantly. You buck wildly, “Mmm, you like that?” The vibrations send you into overdrive as he mumbles the dirty words.

“Shit, Brett! Please!”

“Mm-mm.” He shakes his head, before releasing your clit. He pulls away, wiping his hands on his shorts, “I’ve got a game to attend.” You bounce up, eyes glowing bright yellow in anger and disappointment.

“You did not.”

“Not what?” He smirks, running a hand through his hair.

“You’re such an asshole.”

“Gives you a reason to come back, am I right?” He opens his arms to prove a point. You glare, pulling your pants and shirt back on. You fix your hair, as he watches you in amusement. You storm passed him, your shoulder bumping into his on ‘accident.’ He knocks backwards at your strength, before chuckling. He walks behind you until you reach the doors to the field, smacking your ass once, and walk away. You yelp, watching him wink back at you. He pulls his helmet back on, and runs to the coach, making some excuse about the bathroom and feeling lightheaded. You watch in amazement, before running to Mason, who raises his eyebrows at you.

“I’m telling Liam.” He gets up, about to run over to your best friend. You shove him down.

“Tell him what?”

“That you had sex with Brett!” He runs away, and you sigh.

“We didn’t have sex.” You bite your lip, looking at the man who left you breathless in the locker room, “Not yet.”

Little One

Summary: daddy!Chris Evans x Reader where the reader is pregnant with Chris’s daughter, but she’s born prematurely and has to stay in the NICU for a while (as requested by @chanelzs)
Word count: 1264
Warnings: birth, feels, fluff

Originally posted by dailyevanstan


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Marry Me. (F)

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader. 
Genre: Fluff. So. Much. Fluff.
Word count: 2.8k.


Prompt:
Can you do a really fluffy scenario where one of the members (preferably maknae line) blindfolds the reader and proposes to her a rooftop on new years eve ? You are amazing, thanks and I love your works! ❤ i chose taehyung for this scenario, hope you like it <3


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szpd things

• do I actually like them or am I just gonna be tired of them in two days

• I’m glad you trust me enough to vent but please don’t trust me enough to vent

• People thinking you’re always irritated/sad/mad (because you barely speak and usually just politely nod) but you’re completely fine

• “What are your plans for the weekend?” “Being alone”

• Having to exaggerate your reaction to everything so people think you actually feel things

• being forced to work in groups and your worry isn’t not finding a partner- it’s having to be around others

• *isolates for 3 days after saying hi to the mailman because that was enough to exhaust you*

the 100 sentence starters
  • “Love is weakness.”
  • “I should’ve killed you when I had the chance.”
  • “What’s wrong with a little chaos?”
  • “I never wanted any of this to happen to you.”
  • “I tried… I tried to be the good guy.”
  • “I bear it so they don’t have to.”
  • “I am become death, destroyer of worlds.”
  • “I did what I had to do, that’s all.”
  • “Maybe life should be about more than just surviving.”
  • “I have no home.”
  • “You’re dead to me.”
  • “Sucks, but I’m dealing with it.”
  • “I’m not fine!”
  • “What if I’m just broken?”
  • “Blood must have blood.”
  • “The things we’ve done to survive, they don’t define us.”
  • “The only way we’re gonna make it through this is if we trust each other.”
  • “Let me guess, Mommy and Daddy didn’t love you?”
  • “…Are you gonna cry, [Name]?”
  • “I don’t need a babysitter.”
  • “I’d step back if I was you.”
  • “It won’t survive me.”
  • “You don’t have to do this alone.”
  • “No more secrets.”
  • “All I do is hurt people. I’m a monster.”
  • “You’re not allowed to die.”
  • “Who we are and who we need to be in order to survive are very different things.”
  • “I won’t let anything bad happen to you, [Name].”
  • “You want forgiveness? Fine, I’ll give it to you. You’re forgiven, okay?”
  • “I am doing the best I can!”
  • “Everything that’s gone wrong is because of you.”
  • “I’m glad you’re here.”
  • “Pain. Hate. Envy. Those are the ABC’s of me, you take them away and there’s nothing left.”
  • “I couldn’t save him/her.”
  • “May we meet again.”
  • “How about you stick it up your ass instead?”
  • “You can’t afford to be weak.”
  • “You have something I want.”
  • “Revenge isn’t justice.”
  • “Aim for the throat. Slash, don’t stab. Make it deep.”
  • “You saved my life.”
  • “Take off your clothes.”
  • “Stop blaming me for your mistakes!”
  • “Maybe there are no good guys.”
  • “Do you have any idea what you did? Do you even care?”
Vixx Reaction || Girlfriend Feeling Nervous For Their First Time
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“It’s gonna be okay, baby… It’ll hurt just for a minute. I think…


Leo

*Bad at sweet talking in this situation*
“You know I’ll be gentle… We can still wait if you’re not ready…”


Ken

“Everyone is nervous at first. Everything will go fine, babe~ You can trust me”


Ravi

“Aw, don’t be worried. You’re with me after all”


Hongbin

“To be honest, I’m nervous too”


Hyuk

“You being nervous makes me nervous too! But don’t worry, I’ll look after you, okay?”


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Daryl x Reader - Green eyed monster (30 days series)

MASTERLIST

30 DAYS DRABBLE CHALLENGE

–> DAY 1

–> DAY 2

DAY 3: Jealousy and fight

–> DAY 4

So, I want to do this challenge with the pairing “DarylxReader”.

I’ll try to upload a story everyday, I hope you like it!

–> Requests are open by the way

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Pairing: Daryl x Reader

Warning: Sexual Reference, fluff, jealous Daryl is so cute ♥

Another day begins in Alexandria, well, actually it’s already afternoon.

The fact is that yesterday, after a very long and dangerous ran, where I almost become walkers’ snack, my beloved man wore me out because he wanted to show me how much he loves me, so I sleep all day.

When I wake up I glance at the clock, it was already half past two in the afternoon.
However, what woke me up wasn’t the fact I felt rested, but by the commotion downstairs.

I walk down the stairs, into the kitchen and notice Rick, Carl and Daryl sitting with a stranger:

“Good morning” I said sleepy.

All men in the room turn toward me, Daryl stood up to kiss me on my head: “More like good afternoon, sunshine”.

Smiling I turn to look at the stranger: “Who is he?”
Daryl wraps his arm protectively around me: “Just a prick who stole from us and lost all the supply me and Rick had gathered”.

The stranger smiled and say: “Name’s Paul, but friends call me Jesus”.

I smile back at him: “I can see why! My name is (Y/n), nice to meet you”.

For some reason Daryl walk away from me to sit again on his chair.

Notice the tension Rick decide to tell me what’s going on: “We talked with Jesus here, he said he came from another community called “Hilltop” .

With wide eyes I crouch in front of Jesus: “There’s another community?! How much of you live there? Have you got all you need to survive? Because here we have medicine, guns and…”
Jesus interrupt my prattle laughing: “Hey hey slow down! We’re fine, actually we were talking about to start some sort of trade between Hilltop and Alexandria”.

Rick speak again: “We’ll preparing to go to the Hilltop with the others, you’d like to join?”
Before I could speak, Daryl answer for me: “ Nah, she’ll stay here”.

I stand up from my crouched position: “I’m not a child Daryl, I can handle myself well, more over you can’t decide for me…Rick, I’ll be ready in a few minutes” with this, I leave the room and walk upstairs for a change of clothes and to take my weapons.

While I was changing,  Daryl enters in our bedroom; I could see into his eyes that he was pissed about what happened minutes ago: “(Y/n)…I know you can handle yourself well, it’s just…I don’t trust that prick near you, He could do something bad”.

Smiling I hug him, burying my head on his chest: “Everything is gonna be fine! I know we don’t know him, but Jesus seems fine and like you say, I can protect myself”.

We parted, Daryl peck my lips before heading downstairs.

—————————————————————————————————-

 During our journey to the Hilltop I wanted to learn more about Jesus.

He is so funny, I laugh so hard that my cheeks start to hurt, without notice that my closeness to Jesus was irritating someone: “Have you two done? it’s not the time to goofin’ around”.

I turn around and see Daryl looking at us with anger and irritation:

 “Well I’m sorry Mr. Dixon, we’ll try to not annoying you” I say, a little hurt by his behaviour.

—————————————————————————————————-

After a while, we finally arrive at Hilltop.

It was so beautiful! There is so much green, and an awesome mansion in the centre of the community!

While the others were choosing who had to speak with the Hilltop’s leader, Jesus was explaining to me how he fights since I didn’t see him carry any weapon.

“Those are my weapons” he say while lifting his hands.

Then he proceed to explain all the techniques and how he learned them.

“You know what Jesus? You’re so cool!”

He thanks me while laughing.

Someone cleared his throat, turning around I see Daryl looking at us in the same way as before during the journey: “Maggie will talk to your leader, you should go with her”.

Jesus nods and walks away, leaving me and Daryl alone.

When I walk to him to grab his hand he just move away.

“Okay, what’s your problem Daryl?”.
“oh now you have the time to talk with me?”.
Surprised by his answer I asked him: “What do you mean?”.  

“Is Jesus cooler then me? Because apparently you spent all our journey flirting with him; what then? You will stay here with that prick?”.

Taken aback by his answer I can’t help but laughing.

I get it now: “Isn’t the tough Daryl Dixon jealous?”

“I’m glad you find it funny (Y/n), besides, I’m not jealous” He answered, turning his back to me.

Smiling, I hug him from behind: “Daryl…you know that you’re the only one for me. I just wanted to know him better since there is the possibility of trading between Hilltop and Alexandria. If we make a deal, we’ll see him a lot and, since you didn’t trust him, I wanted to make sure that Jesus was okay”.

Daryl turns around into my hug and suddenly attacks my neck with kisses.

I can’t help but moan: “Daryl… what are you doin’?

Detaching from my neck, he smile: “Making sure he understand that you’re taken”.

I touch the place where he kissed me and I could feel a growing hickey.

I turn around and before I could walk away from him, he draw me to his chest and whisper: “And tonight you’ll learn it too.”

With that he walks away.

With a smile on my face I can’t help but think that tonight will be a long and tiring night.

Titanic starters pt. 4

  • “You’re not to see that boy again. You understand?”
  • “Our situation is precarious. You know the money’s gone.”
  • “How can you put this on my shoulders?”
  • “Why are you being so selfish?”
  • “Of course it’s unfair. We’re women, our choices are never easy.”
  • “This is impossible. I can’t see you.”
  • “You’re no picnic, all right? You’re a spoiled little brat even. But under that, you’re the most amazingly, astounding wonderful woman that I’ve ever known.”
  • “I’m not an idiot. I know how the world works.”
  • “You jump, I jump. Remember?”
  • “I can’t turn away without knowing you’ll be all right.”
  • “Well I’m fine. I’ll be fine. Really.”
  • “They’ve got you trapped. And you’re gonna die if you don’t break free. Maybe not right away because you’re strong, but sooner or later that fire that I love about you is gonna burn out.”
  • “It’s not up to you to save me.”
  • “Do you trust me?”
  • “Everything he knows is wrong.”
  • “The last thing I need is another picture of me looking like a porcelain doll.”
  • “When the ship docks I’m getting off with you.”
  • “This is crazy.”
  • “If that’s what it takes for us to get warm, I’d rather not.”
  • “What are you doing? We’re in the middle of an emergency.”
  • “Look at me when I’m talking to you!”
  • “You know, it’s a pity I didn’t keep that drawing. It’ll be worth a lot more by morning.”
  • “You unimaginable bastard.”
  • “I’d rather be his whore than your wife.”
  • “I’m through being polite goddamnit!”
  • “How did you find out I didn’t do it?”
  • “You’re a good liar.”
  • “At least I’m with you.”
  • “It’s all right, we’ll think of something.”
  • “What could possibly be funny?”
  • “It has been privilege playing with you tonight.”
  • “This is where we first met.”
  • “Hold on real tight.”
  • “I’ve got you. I won’t let go.”
  • “I love you.”
  • “Don’t you do that. Don’t say your good-byes. Not yet.”
  • “You must promise me that you’ll survive. That you won’t give up no matter what happens. No matter how hopeless.”
  • “That’s the last time I ever saw him.”
  • “A woman’s heart is a deep ocean of secrets.”
  • “But now you know that I was saved in every way a person can be saved.”
  • “I don’t even have a picture of him.”
  • “He exists now only in my memory.”
Annabeth locked herself in the bathroom

Chiron: *knocks bathroom door* Is everything all right?

Annabeth: I’m fine. Can you get my mom?

Chiron: Uh, you know, your mom is actually a goddess and she might be busy…

Annabeth: Can you please just get her?

Chiron: Uh, you know, Annabeth. Whatever it is, you can trust me, I promise you…

Annabeth: I got my first period!

Chiron: …

Chiron: I’m gonna go get your mom.

Wilford is blindly lucky or his planning skills are as good as they are stubble.

During Markiplier T.V. Video the Ego’s get together and have a meeting about their plans to take back the channel. Taking a pinch of salt with me I’m venturing to say this plan was what “Markiplier T.V.” was originally supposed to be, a show meant to bring you “the very best of Markiplier 24 hours a day.” But Mark wasn’t in that tape, it was all skits, it was all characters.

When the video on the T.V. ends Wilford is the first to speak, and he’s holding the remote and is standing in front of the T.V.

“So what do ya think?” Wilford sound and looks genuinely excited and happy with his work.

But the other Ego’s didn’t appreciate the video.

??: “Well it is bull shit.”

The camera cuts to the Ego’s as they begin to complain and there words become entangled in one another’s and then back to Wilford who seems displeased and begin to point at the Ego’s and say “Shut up” over and over until they do just that. He then says,

“Warfstache has taken enough of this shit from you guys. Look, this is an opportunity that can’t be missed! It’s for everyone, not you (He says to The Silver Shepherd who flips him off in reply.) and it’s gonna sweep the nation so listen to old Warfy ‘cause, uh, Wilford knows what’s best.”

Wilford is arguably the most influential Ego, he has the Warfstache - a calling card of the channel, the most fully fleshed out videos (at this time), and is a inuniverse T.V. star and the idea itself isn’t bad, a show that features the Ego’s 24 hours a day would give them plenty of spotlight, if they could learn to share it, and Wilford’s background with T.V. as a reporter seems to help get things done.

But the Ego’s are still not happy.

Dark: “Look Wilford, I appreciate what you’ve done for us, but how is this supposed to help us take back control?”

Google: “I feel like it deviated from our primary objective, if were to get back on track we need to reassign our goals and unify into a singular strategy.”

Ed: “Well I think we’re missing the bigger picture here! I was promised a 30 second spot! An’ where was it! I barely got 5 there and I know how to count to 5, I know how to count to a good deal if you know what I’m talking about yeah. No? Alright fine, (Now muttering) fuck you.

Bim: “Look I think everyone is overlooking the most important detail here, I was supposed to be the host of that game show segment, I mean, I’m Bim Trimmer.

The Silver Shepard: “I know I took a break from fighting crime for a while to pursue a-a job in entertainment, but this isn’t what I had in mind, considering I wasn’t actually in that.

Wilford, looking very confused: “What are you talking about! This is revolutionary, it’s gonna change everything we know about television, trust you and me .”

Dr. Iplier: “Listen guys, I’m a doctor, I-I knows what’s best and it wasn’t actually that bad. It featured my ideas quite well and I came across as a very professional and handsome actor, so I say we keep it.”

The Host: “The camera shoots over to the Host who continues to talk about the situation and then it pans over to the next person.”

Ed tried to sell his son and The King of the Squirrels pops in while the Ego’s keep arguing in the background.

Dark: “Look Will, I respect you, I always have, but you’re missing the point of this endeavor.”

I think Wilford Understood perfectly what to do, the others just misinterpreted his actions and the effect they’ll have.

Wilford may not have given them the full immediate take over they wanted but he did get a new generation of Markiplier fans, some who has no idea Mark even did skits, to starting making art, rp blog, theories, a.u.’s, to start rewatching old videos and analyzing things and trying to put together the puzzle.

Wilford made the ego’s relevant again and he did this in a loud flashy “Hey look at me” video that’s leaving us with enough questions, few answers and plenty to analyze. It’s filled with nearly endless possibilities so that we can’t be pacified with a single video. We want more, we need more, we can’t wait for more.

Because that’s how Wilford operates, he’s loud, flashy, leaves you with more questions than answers and has more possibilities than certainties that leaves you craving more.

And just like Wilford, the video has just enough for us to bite down into, just enough for us to rip up and put back together, just enough pieces that we know what could be but we don’t know what will be.

Wilford breathed a new life into these old Ego’s in a way that wasn’t to forced or over complicated, and that’s something no one but he could do. It’s safe to say that this is going to be a long lasting event that will permanently make the Ego’s a large unforgivable badge on Mark’s channel.

(x)

Imagine talking with Dean about what Missouri said about you being missing.

A/N: This takes place S1E9 Home. For this to make sense you need to have read this imagine first. After they cleanse the house Sam still believes there is something wrong, you are all about to leave Missouri’s to head back to the house to watch it for the night. Italics are reader’s thoughts.

Before the Series Imagines

Series Imagines Season One

Dean’s age-26

Sam’s age-22

Reader’s age-15

Dean x Sister!Reader     Sam x Sister!Reader

“Come on you guys, we gotta get back there; I don’t trust it.” Sam yelled for you and Dean to hurry.

“Boy, I’m tellin’ ya, everything is fine there.” Missouri said coming out of the kitchen with you and Dean behind her.

“I know Missouri, it’s just-there’s something that isn’t sitting right with me. I’ll be in the car. Hurry up.” Sam responded, turning and heading out the door.

Missouri shook her head, “That boy is gonna give himself a migraine.” She said turning to you and Dean. I need a minute with Dean. You thought while looking Missouri in the eye. She nodded her head, “I’m gonna go make myself some tea, be sure to come see me again before leaving Lawrence ya hear?”

You and Dean both smiled at her; Dean moved to open the door but you stopped him by putting your hand on the door, “Before we leave you’re gonna tell me what she meant by ‘when I was missing.’ What did she mean Dean? And don’t say you don’t know because I can tell you do by the look on your face.” You told him.

“Y/N we don’t have time for this.” Dean said, ignoring you and trying to open the door again.

“What the hell Dean! I was missing with my mom for who knows how long and you never felt the need to tell me?” You nearly shouted at him.

“Two and a half.” Dean whispered.

“What?” You asked angrily.

“You were gone for about two and a half years. Dad and your mom got into a huge fight. She took you from my arms and left. We didn’t hear from her for almost a year, then she started writing letters and sending pictures. After about two years she called and we got to talk to you; you barely remembered who we were. She said she was close to getting the werewolves that killed her family and that once it was over-” Dean stated in a sad tone.

“Her family?” You said softly.

“Uh yeah. She was married and had two kids, a boy and a girl.” Dean replied, “She was supposed to contact us, but after a year of silence we sorta gave up hope. Then one day you called scared out of your mind, we figured out where you were, and when we got to you-” Dean stopped himself, he never wanted you to hear this story.

“When you got to me what?” You asked.

“Meredith was dead. You were covered in blood asking us to wake her up.” Dean said sadly.

You stood there for a moment taking in what Dean had told you; you felt an array of emotions, sadness, anger, hurt, however anger was the emotion that made it’s way to the surface.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me!” You yelled at Dean, shoving him. Dean stood there and took it, he knew you, he knew you were angry and hurting, it’s why he wanted to keep you in the dark about it. “I had a right to know Dean! Why did you and Sam get to know all about your mom but I never did! Why did you guys keep this from me? What else are you lying about? Do you know where dad is? Are you talking to him? Huh Dean?” You shouted, pushing him again. You both stared at eachother for a moment before Sam blaring on the impala’s horn broke the staring contest.

“Look, Y/N, you can be pissed at me, but right now we have a job to finish. We’ll talk about it later.” Dean said, trying to push the subject to the back burner until he knew how to handle it.

“No,” You replied, shaking your head, “You guys go. I’m staying here with Missouri. I have questions and she has answers, she won’t lie to me like you do.” Shoving past Dean with tears in your eyes you walked into the kitchen looking for Missouri.


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proposal!series [taeyong]

• so taeyong is definitely the type to have bought the ring like six months ago
• has been trying to work out the perfect way to propose ever since
• gets super stressed about it
• bc he wants it to be perfect
• doesn’t want to screw it up
• ((nd is also a little afraid you’ll say no))
• not even bc he doubts you or anything
• but like
• you’re the best thing he’s got going for him
• nd trust him to screw it up somehow
• “”taeyong…. bro….. you’ve been with her for years ?? it’s gonna b fine???””
• “”oh is it ??? can you guarantee that johnny ??? bc I don’t think so :-))))””
• “”listen if she hasn’t left you by now she’s in it for the long haul …..trust me””
• not 100% sure if johnny is insulting him or not

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So Nick Spencer (the guy who gave us Hydra Cap) is pissed off because DC is currently destroying Marvel in the sales. It’s almost like, Rebirth is actually giving people actual variety when it comes of their titles, I mean you have the trinity (Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman), bat family books (Batgirl, Harley Quinn, Birds of Prey), The CW heroes (Supergirl, Green Arrow and The Flash), Team books (Justice League, Hal Jordan and The Green Lantern Crops, Teen Titans etc.), LGBT books (Midnighter And Apollo and the upcoming Batwoman relaunch) and the new Young Animal imprint.

What does Marvel offer readers? Forced crappy diversity, Civil War 2 (an event NO ONE asked for), Hydra Cap and shit ton of Deadpool books.

Kinda ironic isn’t it? Five years ago DC lost most of it’s hardcore fans with the New 52 and now that they’ve gone back to basics and brought back what made their comics great to being with, the sales have massively improved! Are they gonna go down? Yeah, nothing good ever lasts forever but to sit there and talk about the success of others on Twitter like a little fucking bitch is goddamn pathetic.

Also Spencer, here’s a little piece of advice for you. Just because a rival company is kicking your ass in the sales doesn’t make them conservatives. Stop trying to label everything you don’t like as conservative, I know you have this fucked up “Us vs Them” mentality, but trust me DC is anything but a conservative company.

Now if you still want to support Spencer’s work, fine I’m not gonna tell you to boycott his shit. Just know first hand what type of person he is. He is the type of person who is willing to talk shit about others on Twitter and he is willing to mock you for supporting something he doesn’t like.

Plus he thinks using variant covers to keep the same issue of a comic on store shelves is a smart business move which it isn’t, because retailers have to order the same single issue with a different cover and if it doesn’t sell it’s gonna hurt them financially.

Love Bait | Chapter One: ENLISTMENT

Fandom: Shingeki No Kyojin/Attack On Titan (Anime)
Type: Series
Pairing: Levi x OC
Word Count: 5784
Category: Fanfiction (Angst and Eventual Smut)

**Note: Some scenes/dialogues were originally from the manga/anime**
**A/N: Sorry for the delay and sorry for any wrong spelling or grammar in advance.Please enjoy reading :) If you haven’t read the PROLOGUE it’s  
>>here<< **


“I never said that.They want me dead.But i never said i wanted to die,“

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The Lunar Mark (Xiumin Werewolf!au fic) Chapter 5

Warnings: angst

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6 Ch. 7 Ch. 8 Ch. 9 Ch. 10 Ch. 11 Ch. 12 Ch. 13 Ch. 14 Ch. 15(M) Ch. 16


It was this exact reason why for so long you had hid yourself away for so long and suppressed your wolf. You knew as soon as you ran into your mate you would have a hard time controlling it again. 

Sure enough a couple days later you found yourself doing anything you could to distract yourself from your wolf trying to claw it’s way to the surface. Chores, cleaning the animal pens, weeding, harvesting…you name it you probably tried. But the gnawing feeling in your gut and chest was becoming unbearable. 

‘Thirteen years…thirteen years and now this,’ you thought, finally giving up on trying to distract yourself and just climbed a warm bath, sinking down until the water was just under your nose. The sun was slowly sinking as you sat in the bath, mulling over what that coming night; you could feel the moon’s presence creep closer…like the shadow of an enemy.

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Juicy Christmas

One shot. Juice/reader. Fluffy comedy. Probably not my best. But enjoy. I pictured my mom and grandma’s accents. And how loud my family can be around the holidays. 😁

Noche Buena/Christmas eve. It’s typical for the Christmas celebration start on this night. Some exchange presents this night. It’s literal translation is Good Night.


Mi Hija (Me eeha) is Spanish for my daughter. It’s usually shortened to Mija (Pronounced “Meeha”


Jugo (hoogo) is the Spanish word for juice. Yes like the drink.


Coquito (Co-kee-toe) is Puerto rican coconut spiced rum eggnog.


Spanglish is a when we mix English and Spanish into the same sentences and speech.

Abuela (ah-boo-ella) is Spanish for Grandmother.


It had been almost a year now that you had been dating Juan “Juice” Ortiz and it had been an amazing wild ride. He was smart. Sweet. Sexy. And he was crazy about you. You had become super close to him and his friends in the MC. They treated you like their sister and protected you with their lives. Juice treated you like his queen. You had tons of things in common. You both loved computers and gadgets. You both played video games. You both were Puerto Rican although you actually were fluent and he understood a bit but couldn’t speak it. It drove him wild with desire when he heard you speak Spanish on the phone. Phone calls to your family usually led to him lifting you over his shoulder and taking you to bed right then and there. All in all everything was a fairy tale. There was only one thing you were stalling about. Meeting your family. You loved your family with all your heart. But you knew they were a bit much to some people. Well. To most non Hispanics. But the date was coming and you were trying to avoid thinking about it.

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  • Raven: Babe you don't have to hide from me. I don't care about the secret anymore okay? I just thought when we got married we would share everything but if you really can't tell me or whatever it's fine. I trust you.
  • Garfield: It's just that it's a really big secret. And for once I wanted to keep my word.
  • [Raven shrugs]
  • Garfield: But screw it. You're more important than anything. I'm gonna tell you. Cause it's super juicy! You ready?
  • Raven: Okay!
  • [Starfire & Nightwing walk in]
  • Starfire: Everybody if you could gather around!
  • Garfield: [pushing Raven away] They're here! Don't try to get it out of me!!

2dead2function  asked:

Could your please write a Kovic x reader where they've been friends since high school and now that they are working together at funhaus Adam finally has the courage to make a move on his long time friend. Lots of fluff and "stuff" emphasis on stuff! Thank you so very much!! I love your writing and I was beyond happy to see your prompts open! Keep up the amazing work!!!

A/N - And here we are for the last fic of this batch! Aww, thank you so much, friend! It’s always a ton of fun writing Kovic! I wasn’t quite sure what you meant by ‘‘stuff’‘‘, so I kinda just went with an overly fluffy and super goofy idea - so I hope that’s OK!

Pairing - Adam x Reader

Warnings - None.

Word Count - 1, 803

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you are going to be fine. I know that it doesn’t seem like that right now but trust me it’s gonna be fine. I’m saying this as someone who just had a panic attack. I’m in very awful place right now but I still know that things will be okay because if things aren’t okay then it’s not the end. I don’t want this to be the end so why to I expect everything to be okay? 

that voice in your head telling you that you will never get through this doesn’t have a clue what it’s talking about. that voice has never done you good so start listening to the people around you instead, to the people you love

you are not your mental illness, you are not that voice in your head. you are so much more than that