He asks me about you while I’m chewing a celery stalk. I shrug a little. I say I’m happy that you’re happy. My voice doesn’t shake. I sound professional and adult, like I peeled off all the parts of me that cling to you. He asks if I’m over you and I chew until my jaw hurts and I say, yeah, I think so. It doesn’t sound like a lie, even to me. It sounds like someone is shouting those words from the other end of a tunnel, like I’m not living in my throat anymore. He asks if I ever think about you. I say, well it’s hard not to when other people ask questions, ha ha. He doesn’t find that funny. I swim in the silence left over and then I catch the answer at the bottom of the pool like when I was seven and plucking river stones from murk. I say, I don’t unless something reminds me. It sounds diplomatic. Appropriate. I try to calculate the amount a normal person would think about you, dividing how much time we spent together by how much we are spending apart. In the new world, you’re not supposed to love deep, it’s creepy and offensive. People are supposed to fold in and out of your life like leaves; you’re never supposed to love hard enough that you get road rash from falling. Love doesn’t look good on Facebook, I mean. You took plenty of Instagram pictures carefully excluding me. I guess it was so when you went there would be no evidence. Nothing to delete.
He tucks his feet up. He asks how much I’m reminded of you. I blocked you on everything only to unblock you while I was drunk. I scrolled page after page thinking about how much the Internet killed love. Time was that if you were done with someone, you were done for good. The only way you could rip the wound open was by following them across countries. Snail mail doesn’t burn like seeing you happy, dancing with other girls. I’m saying the world was a worse place to be but I wouldn’t think of you as much, maybe. I say to him, ever think about how the 1950’s are super racist and sexist but people still fall for the aesthetic? He asks me what that has to do with the conversation. You would have got it. Some stuff is only pretty until you open it, like how pears go rotten once they touch air. I feel like that a lot, like my core holds onto little black seeds. And he asks me what I’m talking about. I say, oh, nothing.
Jack Zimmermann was accustomed to dealing with difficult situations;
he was captain of the Samwell Men’s
Hockey team after all, but this? Thiswas never in the job description.
“Can I tell you a secret?” Bitty whispered into the side of
Jack’s neck, breath hot and sweet against his skin. The kegster ended a while
ago but Bitty was still feeling the effects. When he fell off the coffee table
attempting to dance to All the Single Ladies, Jack swept in ready to piggyback
him to bed.
“Alright,” Jack said, mouthing I got this in Lardo’s direction before heading to the stairs.
“I don’t wanna be a single lady anymore,” His voice faltered
and Jack became acutely aware of Bitty’s thighs around his hips. “I want a
person. Everybody else has got a person.”
“With moves like that I don’t think you’ll have to wait
long,” Jack said, supressing a chuckle.
“Mmhmm,” Bitty mumbled, fighting a losing war against sleep.
Jack pushed open the door to Bitty’s room with his foot and ducked inside.
hey guys, something really, really shitty happened out of nowhere. my mom was brutally assaulted last night by a completely worthless excuse of a man that she used to call a friend. she just got back from the hospital and has a huge black eye, broken nose and messed up chin.(id prefer not to post pictures out of respect for her privacy but i guess if you really want proof you can message me privately) it’ll take weeks to heal up and it really sucks because she was trying to get a new job and now she doesn’t feel confident enough to even leave the house.
I’m also trying to get a job but in the meantime i would greatly appreciate some commissions, or if you have just a few dollars id happily accept donations to email@example.com. i just want to be as helpful as i can while she recovers and i know money cant “fix” things but it really helps to at least be able to like…get food when we’re hungry and do laundry when we need to and stuff. you know how it is. thanks for reading
I guess my being nervous probably helped, really put me on edge. I’m a nervous wreck most of the time. Any time you’re trying something new or putting yourself out there in any way is obviously a little nerve-racking.
Last night, they asked me if we were still friends. I said no, because that’s the truth. It never worked out.
That’s when I learned about her.
I saw the pictures and you’re holding her hand in most of them and you two seem to fit together perfectly.
I really wanted to be angry but I couldn’t really find those feelings in myself. Instead I felt happy, and loosing you, stopped feeling like a loss.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that, I’m happy because you’ve finally let yourself love something that wouldn’t be the end of you. You finally stepped out in the open, to meet her somewhere in the middle and I’m happy because it’s what your mother would have wanted. She would have loved to see it, you there in the open, with all that bravery of yours, of hers.
I know your mother would have been very proud of you. She is proud of you, even from up there.
I’m happy because you deserve love like that and she’s handing it to you, like it’s all she has.
I hope that somewhere you find yourself thinking that you should have done this all much sooner, I hope that somewhere you find yourself thinking that some things are worth bleeding for. I hope you tell yourself that love is always going to be one of them.
hi guys! this is my first ever scenario and it’s a bit rough since I haven’t been writing for awhile. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Just a little something leading up to JJ Project haha! Read well. -Admin Rose
The smell of old textbook was consumed by most of the air you breathed in, making you feel dizzy on the inside. You would expect the library to be empty on a Friday night, however, there were multiple people typing away on their computers with whispers to be heard in the background. They were focused on their work while you, on the other hand, couldn’t seem to put your pen on paper. Although you knew you had the weekend to study, you wanted to get ahead of your work to take the load off your shoulders. University was hard for you and the only way to relieve the stress was to work it off.
Despite your attempts to focus on your work, your mind didn’t seem cooperate with you and you decided to call it a day. Packing up your stuff, you walked down the long lines of bookshelves and returned the books you’ve borrowed. With the last book in hand, the old smell of textbook was replaced by the smell of authentic leather. You felt a familiar presence behind you as you placed the last book on the shelve.
“I dunno what’s wrong with her Scott, she’s acting like she’s
nervous.” Stiles rubbing his hands together as he thought over catching you last
night, he didn’t know what you were doing but you screamed at him for checking
in on you like he normally did before he went to bed.
“Maybe she’s just out grown you tucking her in?” Scott
offered, waving at one of their friends who had begged the entire pack to
support them at the school’s talent show, Malia had been curious to the pack
ended up agreeing.
“Scott, when there’s a thunder storm she gets in my bed and
makes me call Derek!” Stiles sighed. “Also, have I told you that he never picks
up but he seems to always tell when it’s her calling, even on my phone!”
“Well he did save her from getting eaten by me… Peter,
Isaac, Boyd and Cora so she’s going to trust him I guess.” Scott chuckled but
Stiles shook his head.
Warnings: NSFW (18+), Oral (female receiving), Edging, Teasing, Stuart being a dick, Horrible video game references.
Author’s Note: Me and Mal co-wrote this (obviously) because Stuart is adorable and sexy af. We have also decided to enter this for Stuart Week ( @sarcasticallystilinski & @rememberstilinski )! This is pure filth and fluff and angst all in one. We make a good team! Lol.
It all started
in my freshman year of college. That’s when I first met him. The snarky,
sarcastic, beanie-wearing cutie that is Stuart Twombly.
I guess me being nervous really helped, really put me on edge. I’m a nervous wreck most of the time. Anytime you’re trying something new or putting yourself out there in any way is obviously a little nerve-wracking.
Taylor, I do not even know where to begin. I could say that I’m devastated and heartbroken and absolutely destroyed inside, but it wouldn’t be enough. There is not one synonym for upset in the entire English vocabulary that could possibly describe how I feel right now. In May of 2015, you gave me one of the happiest days of my entire life by following my blog on Tumblr called fragile-little-flame. I can just remember how elated I was. I had spent months and months of believing luck and the world would never be on my side. And then it happened. You followed me. It was only a few months later that that elation came to a staggering halt when I sat down at my computer to log in one day and the words, “Your account has been terminated” were plastered across the screen. And just like that, my follow from you was gone. I cried. And I cried and I cried and I cried. I knew I would never be that lucky again. I made another Tumblr right away, but I never expected you to follow me ever again. I just liked seeing beautiful pictures and videos of you either way. I’m still not exactly sure to this day why that blog was deleted, but I told myself I was going to be as cautious as possible when it came to this new blog. And then just recently, on December 26th of 2016, something absolutely amazing happened. Out of nowhere, when I had not even been trying in the slightest for your attention, you followed my new blog, run-for-the-fences. I can practically envision myself running downstairs into the laundry room to tell my mother, who instantly started jumping up and down and squealing for joy with me. I was so happy. Well, guess what happened today Taylor? I sat down at my computer to login and my world came crashing down all over again. Tumblr deleted my blog. Taylor, I cannot stop crying. I don’t know what to do. My heart is back on the ground shattered in a million little pieces. I know the probability of you following me a third time is so, so slim, and I am not expecting anything to come of this whatsoever, but I can’t just say nothing. I can’t say whether or not my blog won’t get deleted for a third time, but this time I think I know what I have to do to keep my blog up and standing. If you ever read this Taylor, I’m sorry. I think it was because of audio I had reblogged or posted of you. I love you so much. @taylorswift
hello! if you’re not too busy with requests could you do a Draco x reader where reader is extremely shy and Draco thinks it’s adorable
I had no Idea how to end this… Whoops!
“Draco Malfoy and (Y/N) (L/N)”
Draco glanced around for his potions partner for this class, he didn’t recognize the name Snape had called.
He watched a timid looking girl hesitantly stepped towards him, now that he saw her he realized he knew who she was. She was that girl who always sat alone in classes, in the dining hall, and never really talked to anyone. If he remembered correctly, she always seemed to have her nose in a book, just like Granger.
She pulled out the seat next to him and sat down, placing the book she had been reading earlier on the desk, while avoiding all eye contact with Draco.
He tossed a few sideways glances at the girl, (Y/N), as Professor Snape explained the assignment.
“Get to work.” Snape commanded, and suddenly the classroom filled with the noises of students chatting, pages flipping, and cauldrons bubbling.
Draco turned, once again, to (Y/N) who seemed much more interested in her desk than anything going on around her.
“Well?” He snapped expectantly.
“Sorry.” She muttered as she grabbed her potions book and flipped it open to the page they were on. Draco did the same.
The class was mainly uneventful as the girl seemed too shy to talk to Draco. It wasn’t like he wanted to talk to her either, though, he had to admit, there was something about the timid girl that intrigued him.
When she finally spoke it surprised him, but what surprised him even more is what she said.
“Erm… you’re doing that wrong.” Draco, who was at first startled, fixed his gaze back into his regular glare.
“What?” He asked harshly which made the girl recoil.
She just pointed at the instructions in the book. He glanced down and looked back up to finally see that she had followed the book exactly how had asked. He wanted to hate her for proving him wrong, but for some reason he couldn’t.
“Well done Mr. Malfoy and Ms. (L/N).” Snape congratulated them once they had finished. “At least some people in this class respect the true art of position making.“
As class ended Draco noticed that (Y/N) had already finished packing her things, and she had already begun heading out the door. He looked back down at the table and noticed she had left her book. He picked it up and studied the cover, it wasn’t anything he recognized.
He quickly turned around and yelled, “Wait!” but she was already gone.
You forgot your book.
It had only been four days since (Y/N) had left her book in potions and Draco had already read it twice.
Once he got back from the class he only had to glance at it to realize it was a muggle book, and once he did, he shoved it onto his bedside table and glared at it in disgust.
The next day once he got back to his room, he was feeling a little bored so he picked it up again, read the back and flipped through a couple pages. He almost found the plot interesting before he remembered who exactly he was and tossed it back, hoping to forget about it.
The next day he couldn’t stop thinking about it so he decided that when he got back to his room he would read the first page, and it would be horrible so he wouldn’t have to be bothered anymore. That’s what he though what happened, it started with one page, and then became one chapter, and before he knew it he had finished the whole thing, and he wasn’t even ashamed to say he loved it. So he read it again.
The library was almost silent, and smelled of old books.
Draco was there, picking up a book, when he saw (Y/N) sitting at a table reading ‘advanced transfiguration’, probably for the upcoming test.
He made his way over to (Y/N)’s table and sat down across from her. He could tell she noticed because she stiffened a little, and brought her book closer to her face.
He grabbed her book from his bag, and set it down next to her.
“Here, you left this in potions.”
Her eyes widened as she glanced up, quickly grabbed the book, and put it into her own bag, before meekly smiling at him. Which, he assumed, was her way of saying thank you. She turned back to her transfiguration book, and it seemed like she was expecting him to leave, and honestly he was expecting it too, but what he wasn’t expecting was the fact that he didn’t want too.
“It was really good.”
She smiled lightly again and nodded and looked back down at her book, but then she frowned and glanced back up at him.
“Really?” She asked skeptically.
“What? You didn’t think it was?”
“Well… no, never mind.”
It was too late for her too back out, Draco was already interested in what she had to say. Which was rare, as usually he didn’t care about anyone’s opinion except his own.
“No! What is it?”
She glanced back up at him. “Well, it was kind of boring and predictable.”
“I mean I’ve read better,” she continued, “but it’s good that you liked it.”
She looked back down, and the conversation seemed to have ended, but Draco desperately didn’t want it too.
“What would you recommend instead?” He asked, almost desperately.
She hesitated, wondering if he was serious or if it was all just some weird joke.
She reached into her bag. “I like this one a lot.” She hesitated as she pulled it out before shyly glancing back at him.
“What is it?” He asked.
She glanced back down at the table. “I just… didn’t think you were like this, I didn’t think you liked muggle things.”
He hesitated before deciding to be honest. “I usually don’t, well not that I’ve ever really tried muggle things before, other than that book of course.” She glanced up at him, “I guess I’ve been trying new things lately.” She blushed awkwardly.
(Y/N) quickly passed him her book and muttered something about having to be somewhere before she scooted out of her seat and walked away
As she left Draco thought something that he had never remembered thinking before. Something about her shyness and awkwardness, something about just her in general, Draco found… Cute.
“Brilliant.” Draco said as he slammed (Y/N)’s book down next to her on the the dining hall table. The loud noise made (Y/N) jump and look up from her dinner.
Once Draco had finished reading, he had ran down to the dining room, and spotted her eating alone, like always.
“You were definitely right, this one is so much better than the last.” He said as he slid into the empty spot next to her, and tried desperately to ignore her look of general discomfort that he had caused her just by sitting next to her.
“Well I’m glad you like it.” She said while sliding it it into her bag.
“I just have one question… what’s a telephone?”
Ever since the shared book the two would talk occasionally, though (Y/N) would never initiate the conversations.
Quidditch season had picked up, and Draco and his team were busy preparing for the match against Gryffindor. He had brought it up to (Y/N), but tried not to too much as, whenever he did, she seemed uninterested.
As for his friends, they had started to notice the strange girl he had begun to talk to, and were extremely put off by it. All of his friends, especially Pansy, would incessantly tease her behind her back and to her face. And the worst part was, Draco never defended her.
Draco could feel himself start to lose contact with (Y/N) especially with his big quidditch match fast approaching. His training took up most of his time which left him with hardly any time to himself.
In fact, he had been training so much that most of the practices had blended together, but there was one in particular that stuck out to him.
Halfway through a particularly draining practice his teammate flew right next to him and said; “You’re weird friend is watching you.”
Immediately confused Draco turned around to see (Y/N) sitting in the stands, watching him. Her book tucked away in her ever present bag, and her chin rested in her palms.
Once she realized he had caught her, she quickly picked up her bag and darted away, her cheeks practically glowing red.
Draco couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the practice. That was when he realized how much he liked her.
Right after practice Draco quickly got changed the ran out the doors, searching for the shy girl, in hopes of telling her his feelings. He wanted to do it right now, because he knew if he didn’t do it right away his pride would get the best of him and he wouldn’t end up doing it at all.
He spotted her out on the grounds, sitting down and reading a book. He couldn’t tell if she noticed him or not, but once he got closer, she stood up, and started walking away.
“(Y/N)!” He yelled as he started to chase her down. “(Y/N)!”
He finally caught up to her, though he was gasping for air, and slowed down his pace so that he was waking by her side.
“Hi Draco…” she muttered.
“Hey.” He replied.
He decided not to mention her surprise visit earlier today, deciding it would only make her uncomfortable.
The two walked and found a comfortable silence settle around them, and Draco couldn’t help but notice every time their hands brushed.
“This is my stop.” She said after abruptly pausing next to the entrance to the library.
She waved slight and turned away, before Draco reached out and grabbed her hand.
She quickly turned around and stared at him with wide eyes and red cheeks.
“Erm… (Y/N)?” She nodded, “I was wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmede with me?”
She blinked, processing the question, before softly smiling.
Author’s Note: I found a prompt and this is what came out of it! Thanks to @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me :) Enjoy babes!
My boyfriend, Dylan, and I were heading to our one year anniversary when it all went down. Someone had run into us, making Dylan and I smash against the dashboard, his head smacking against the steering wheel. I groan in pain, hearing Dylan’s voice, but it’s like I was in a fishbowl, the accident making my ears ring.
“Baby? You okay?” He asks, pushing my hair away from the wound, touching it lightly, making me wince in the process. I nod my head, looking over at him, seeing a gash on his forehead. I see a silhouette behind him and I stiffen.
“D-Dylan, b-behind you.” I stutter, getting lightheaded. Dylan looked out the smashed window, squinting slightly to see the man in the smoke. My eyes drooped, my head laying against the dashboard, going in and out of consciousness. When my eyes were shut, a heard a gunshot go off, making me jump slightly, but stay still. I heard tires squeal, indicating the person drove off and I opened my eyes, seeing Dylan laying against the steering wheel, not moving. I tear up, reaching my hand towards him, shaking him slightly.
“Dy-Dylan? Baby?” I ask, slowly moving towards the drivers side door, gasping when I find a bullet hole burned between his eyes. I begin screaming and crying, trying my best to open the passenger’s side door, but not succeeding. I reach into my pocket, finding my phone and start to dial 911. I hold the phone up to my ear as it rings, taking huge breaths to keep myself conscious.
“911 what’s your emergency?” Dispatch asks me.
“Uh, m-me and my boyfriend were in an accident a-and a-a guy, h-he came out of the smoke and shot my boyfriend. I need help, I’m trapped in the car and I can smell gas, please…” I mumble, pressing my hand against my forehead.
“Alright, ma’am. Where’s your location?”
“Um, Fourth and Broad.” I recite, looking at the street sign that’s positioned to my right.
“Alright an ambulance will be there shortly. Try to keep your eyes open, alright ma’am?” I nod my head then remember that the woman on dispatch couldn’t see me.
- shut up little Littlefinger SHUT UP, you got a voice over in the last trailer and I’m sick of your divisive voice.
- Sansa’s was so salty that she didn’t get to be in the stride teaser clip with Jon, Dany and Cersei she took up half the final trailer with her own stride lmao
- if the leaks are true I’m guessing the first clip of Jon is him preparing to catch a Wight, JS: “com on lads if we want help from the leaders in the south we better catch a wight and drag it all the way over there to prove it to them” some guy probably: “ur grace wouldn’t it be easier to-” JS: “LADS”
-Cersei looks round: “who’s at the door” Jaime: “its Jon Snow and his Wight” Cersei: “tell him i’m out”. ok i’ll drop this now
- Daenery’s stroke of her map reminded me of the way Cersei stroked that septa and kinda like the way Jon stroked the chairs in Winterfell, parallels idk, maybe you just start to weirdly stroke everything in a seductive way when you become King or Queen
-Arya looking powerful on a horse, Jaime walking dramatically while back turned to the camera and LF looking as creepy af as per. Standard mid way through trailer shit right there
-when the previous owner of your new house leaves his ugly décor all over
-guessing Jon is talking to Daenerys here, but even though the Starks did bend the knee to the Targaryens for many years, they didn’t actually fight together on any occasion right?? the Starks have always been very reclusive and kept out of southern wars right?? am I missing something, am I not nerdy enough I rlly try, I should probably read world of ice a fire at some point, I’ll read it when if you write winds George
-Tyrion looks pained, probably thinking about his inevitable family reunion, everyone’s looking forward to the starks loving reunion which is fair but the Lannister’s reunion with their little hate triangle full of blame and resentment may be even better
- Brienne and Pod were absent from the entire first trailer and most of the promo pics (apart from the occasional back of Brienne’s head of course) but now they appear, it may only be for a second and a half but never has a second and a half been so well spent they waltz in like the embodiment of medieval Batman and Robin that they are, well done guys, hope you get some actual lines this season Pod.
- Sandor’s made it north then. yay.
- really hope that wasn’t Greyworm being deaded, if it is and he also has sex with Missandei this season it will solidify that if anyone gets together in got either one or both of them will die soon after: Robb and Talisa, Jon and Ygritte, Renly and Loras to name but a few.
-yh okay loads of fighting scenes
- Bran: “Hodor’s dead so I guess i’ll have to get an actual wheelchair now”
- who’s the old man with Bran he looks a bit like bloodraven but he’s dead so…
- wtf Beric didn’t even need a fire to light his sword, how??? is he the prince that is promised or something he’s not even alive in the books ffs
- Daenery’s ships have wings?? babe I know you’re a dragon queen and everything but don’t you think you’re taking the aesthetic a little to far
- so Jaime is charging in a field on his own with fire everywhere looking kinda of manic, it looks like he might be trying to fight a dragon “ JAiME dO NOt try to fight a DRAgON you will get yourself KILLeD, r u mad son” god I hate my favourite character.
- Theon and Asha Yara look like they just witnessed the firework display of the decade
- the last 10 seconds are so much I don’ t even know what to say
- I actually yelled when Sansa quoted her daddy, at least someone reads the books.
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, little Winchester sister!reader, Bobby Singer.
Warnings: Swearing, verbal fight.
A/N: Just found this finished fic I wrote months ago, but never posted it, so I just dusted it off and here it is. It was a bit long to post in one piece, so I’ll drop the next part in a couple of days or so :) Reader in this story is younger than Sam, and it’s also in the nursery to her Mary dies, when she’s 6 months old. Also, Bobby is alive. Just ’cause he’s awesome and I miss him. He also fills a purpose in this fic, so yeah.
You hated witches. Just like Sam. Just like Dean. They were hard to gank and always played without rules, moral. And they always had the attitude, even worse than the vampires, that made you want to rip their heads off, it bugged you so much.
They often were smart, you had to give it to them. This one was no other than the others. She had realized it — she didn’t have to torture all three siblings to make them all hurt. Only one. So, she picked who she judged to be the easiest victim, and then returned to the shadows to watch the show.
You weren’t surprised to find yourself on the line, once again. Why in hell did people — well, monsters, but then again, humans did too — always assume that you were the weakest out of you Winchesters? You didn’t see it. Sure, Sam and Dean were both taller. Sure, they had more muscle mass. But heck no, that didn’t mean you were a larger threat. Because strength wasn’t only physical. Skill was more than just that.
But however, here you found yourself again, in a situation that you were quickly becoming used to. It was always you — dammit.