ugh i hate you and your face

Allura: For this mission, we’ll need someone to infiltrate the central hub by hiding in plain sight. Unfortunately, our faces are now common knowledge. I myself need to stay in the Castle to continue negotiations, so we sadly cannot shapeshift our way out of this problem.

Hunk: Ugh. I hate it when Plan S doesn’t work.

Allura: We must find a way into this hub. Does anybody have any idea how?

Coran: Princess… I think I may be able to do it.

Allura: Coran, are you sure? Your face is also exceedingly well-known… what kind of disguise would you even use?

Coran: The simplest one there is, of course! You want me to hide in plain sight, correct? Then there’s only one way to do this.

(scene change)

Lance: (cautiously weighs the razor in his hand) Coran… are you sure?

Coran, clutching onto his seat with a white-knuckled grip, tears in his eyes: Yes. Just, make it quick, please. For all our sakes.

Lance: (flips on electric razor’s switch) Godspeed, my friend.

Coran: (closes his eyes as the razor leers over his face)

  • ---Outside Keith's Room---
  • Lance: Hey, Keith? Buddy, you in there?
  • Keith: Go away Lance.
  • Lance: //Enters anyway//
  • ---Inside Keith's Room---
  • Keith: I don't want to talk Lance, just leave me alone ok?
  • Lance: Hey, nobody's seen you since breakfast, who said anything about talking? I came to make sure you hadn't died or something.
  • Keith: ....
  • Lance: But we could always talk since I'm here now anyway. //Sits on the bed//
  • Keith: Lance-
  • Lance: C'mon man, everyone's worried about you. You barely show your face around the castle, and whenever you do you avoid everyone like you're on some kind of stealth mission.
  • Keith: //Scoffs// Nobody is worried about me, and I'm not avoiding everyone... I just...
  • Lance: //Frowns// Keith, we're a team, if you're upset, we all feel it. The whole team's out of whack. Just talk to me - despite what Pidge might have told you, I am great with feelings and junk.
  • Keith: I don't - It's just - Ugh, it's just easier not to see everyone judging me, and hating me if I'm not around them, ok?! I don't care what you say, I've seen the way they look at me - and I look normal now, but what if it gets worse? What if I do start going purple? Or I sprout fur or something stupid like that. How would they look at me then? I'd be just another Galra....... Lance, I don't think I should be on the team anymore.
  • Lance: Wait what? Are you kidding! You think you should be off the team? The team that the Red Lion chose you for? That's crazy! Keith, you've saved everyone's butts loads of times, what would we do without you? How would we form Voltron? And you know, keep the universe safe?
  • Keith: You'd find someone else-
  • Lance: There is no one else Keith! *You're* the Red Paladin. So what if you're Galra? ... Well, sure, there's the whole being a member of the race that's 'trying to take over the universe, destroy entire civilisations and trying to kill us all the time' thing but-
  • Keith: Great, that makes me feel much better.
  • Lance: Well when I say it like that it sounds bad, but that's not all you are. You're Keith first, before any of all that. It's just been a bit of a shock - it's raw you know? Everyone will come to terms with it, trust me... Like I don't know if you've noticed, but Hunk's pretty much got an alien girlfriend
  • Keith: What?
  • Lance: Sure, nobody's judging. And we've all seen Shiro's badass glowing arm thing - also Galra I might add. Does it make us think any less of him? No way! And I'm also convinced Pidge is part computer, I just don't have any proof yet.
  • Keith: //Smiles//
  • Lance: Allura's probably gonna take a little longer than the rest of us, but she's still hurting, and hey, she's like over 10,000 years old, she just needs to get with the times. Like, Galra Keith? Whatever, am I right?
  • Keith: ...... //Chuckles// Thanks Lance.
  • Lance: So don't worry, just come back to the team, we miss you. We've all got our little hang ups and stuff, so it's ok
  • Keith: Yeah, everyone except you - you're perfect
  • Lance: Uh-
  • Keith: - ! //Flustered//
  • Lance: //Flustered as hell//
a little like writing or loving

for nursey week, day 2: “surprise or simplicity.”


“If that pen explodes in your mouth,” Dex says from the bathroom doorway, “I am not gonna feel bad for you.”

Derek startles–and does drop the pen out of his mouth–and looks up. “What?”

Dex cocks a brow at him, flicking off the bathroom light and flopping down on the hotel bed next to Derek’s. “You’ve had two pens explode in your mouth from chewing on them like that,” he says. His red hair is wet, tousled from where he must’ve run his hands through it after his shower, and he rolls onto his stomach, propping himself on his elbows to look at Derek. “What’re you glaring at, anyway?”

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Heights

Originally posted by wonderlandgirlforever

Peter Parker x Shy/Scared Reader

Summary: Even though Peter’s been busy with saving the world, you’ve been feeling neglected and unwanted. He notices and decides to do something fun to cheer you up. 

Word Count: 2,453 (my longest one so far, holla)

Warnings: heights, panic attack, language, fluff, sad stuff. Let me know if I missed any. 

A/N: Alrrright guys, hopefully this turns out okay. I was thinking about making this into a series depending on how much you guys dig it. If you do, then I will post all about what I’m going to do for the series to see if you guys are interested. Sound good? As always, feedback is definitely appreciated. I never get any, so I don’t know what I’m doing wrong or right. Enjoy!


Ever since Peter told you he was the big ‘ol Spiderman, it felt like your guys’ weekly hangouts and movie nights were coming to an end. Of course you understand that he’s saving the world and stopping the bad guys, but it leaves you worried and afraid for his well being. He always seems distracted around you and it fills you with a darkness. Telling Peter would make you seem selfish, so you bury it, hoping it won’t poke its way through. 

Being the shy, reserved, person you are, you definitely had difficulty talking to Peter, especially since you’ve always had a never ending crush on him. After a while of trying to ask him if he could hang out, you stopped. It wasn’t worth the pain of going through to only be rejected once again. 

However, what you didn’t know was that Peter noticed you putting up your walls again. He didn’t want to lose you and decided he was definitely going to do something about it. Starting tonight

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Steve's little insecurity

So here is a headcanon I’ve had in my head forever, and @v-writings wanted it posted on her blog after I shared it with her so here we are folks, for some Captain Ameribae love
Alright buckle up:

• Steve is lowkey insecure of his body, because there is a little voice in his mind that keeps repeating “it’s not you, it’s the serum. You were a scrawny little nothing, always sick, a burden. It’s the serum that made you desirable. Nothing else”
• but he fights it because he can’t afford to let bad thoughts eating him like that, so he prides himself on the thing he had before the serum: his eyes, his voice (ugh it’s so sexy I can’t), and his gentle hands, those of an artist.
• One night, after a very satisfying love-making session, while he has you wrapped in his embrace and his head is sprawled on you chest, he quietly mumbles how he hates how his body has changed, and the reason behind it, he feels like a fraud.
• You take the information and caress his hair while he talks, and once he’s done you bring is face to yours and start kissing him with such intensity it makes his head spin and he moans sweetly into your mouth.
• One of your hand is fisted in his hair and the other is looking out to entangle your fingers.
• Once you have you stop kissing him and he whines lowly making you chuckle. You bring his fingers to your face and cradle it into his gentle fingers, pressing your lips with so much reverence he melts into your touch.
•"My beautiful love. My perfect angel. You have nothing to hate about yourself, you are so good for everybody Steve. Especially me. And the size of your muscles has nothing to do with it. I adore every inch of you"
•He has tears in his eyes and shudders when you press kisses to the inner part of his wrist and you continue your path of kisses on every patch of skin available, staying true to your words ~

(Please tell me what you thought about it it’s the firs time I write here in Tumblr and please take notice English isn’t my first language, so please, if there are any mistakes TELL ME)

me when i hear each hero's ult line
  • genji: no no no no NO NO GET AWAY FROM ME NO NO NO PLEASE NO
  • tracer: piss off brat
  • pharah: please don't see me please don't see me
  • reaper: get your edge out of my fucking face
  • soldier 76: run
  • mccree: RUN
  • junkrat: oh god where's it coming from oh god oh god no
  • mei: AAAAAUUUGGHHHHHHHHH
  • torbjorn: i fucking hate you and your fucking turret go to hell
  • widowmaker: ugh
  • bastion: i cant believe bastion just got potg
  • hanzo: fucking loser
  • d.va: IF ANY OF YALL DIE TO THIS IM GONNA SCREAM
  • reinhardt: ive accepted my fate
  • roadhog: im going to die
  • zarya: help
  • winston: WE HAVE TO LEAVE THE PREMISES RIGHT NOW IMMEDIATELY
  • ana: fear
  • lucio: goddammit
  • mercy: god FUCK shitting hell FUCKING SHITTING FUCKING DAMMIT
  • symmetra: :/
  • zenyatta: i cannot be any less tranquil than i am right now in this moment
Destruction Of A Muse [Part 1]

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Requested by: Anonymous

Hey! Can I request a scenario where you’re in your last year of uni doing literature and lose your motivation, and it’s not till you meet a talented musician you get your ambition back? I’m yoongi biased so if it’s him that’d be fab! Thankyou!! 💞

You cupped your hands over your face, your index fingers rubbing back and forth along the bridge of your nose. Your eyes stung from staring at the white light of your laptop screen and your skull was throbbing with how much thought you were putting into your essay. A quick glance to the clock at the bottom right of the screen had a grown falling from your lips; 4;27 a.m., in two hours, you’d have to be getting ready for class. Dropping your hands to the desk with a thud, you glared at the still mostly blank word document, the cursor blinking at you as if taunting you that you hadn’t made it move in the last hour and a half or so.

This was your last essay before your thesis; you were so close to getting your Master’s that you could feel it barely brushing against your fingertips. But the last few months had been overbearing to say the least; your parent’s had announced that they would be getting a divorce just weeks after the semester started, you got fired from your longtime, paid internship because you were being accused of stealing office supplies–which you weren’t, by the way–and then your boyfriend informed you over Christmas break that he’d been seeing someone else and that your three year relationship was now over. So your studies weren’t really on the forefront of your mind, to say the very least.

You sucked in a long breath, and let it out in a huff through your nose. You did still have a week before you had to hand this in, so all hope was not lost. Things just really weren’t looking good for you at the moment. Your fingers tapped a rhythm out against your space bar, your touch too light to press the key down and make that forsaken blinking cursor nudge over and stop silently mocking you. The sound of your scoff shattered the silence of your apartment, almost making you jump. You needed some kind of distraction, and at this hour, pickings were slim.

Your lips pursed in thought, your fingers slowly walking along your desk, tracing the side of your phone before picking it up. A quick swipe with the pad of your thumb had your home screen greeting you, the brightness doing nothing beneficial for your already sore–and most likely reddened–eyes. You tapped the name of the one person who you had no doubt would be awake at this ungodly hour:

“Some people are trying to sleep, you know, Y/N.” Namjoon’s deep voice fluttered into your ear, not sounding the least bit groggy.

“Were you one of those people?” You ask, your hoarse voice giving away how obviously sleep-deprived you were.

A pause. “No, but I could have been.” You chuckled on your end, the laugh only lasted mere seconds. “What’s up?”

“I’m unmotivated trash and I’m going to flunk and not get my Master’s degree and I’ll end up having to sell my kidney to make rent money.” Your head fell back against your chair, your upper body slouching slightly.

Namjoon snorted into your ear. “You could go into acting with all that drama spilling from your mouth.”

“Shut up.” You grumble, one foot planted on the ground to pivot you back and forth in your chair. “You’re getting the highest marks in class, you don’t get to have an opinion.”

“So, you called because?” He tried to sound fed up, but there was a lilt of humour in his voice that gave him away.

“Because I’m sad, and I need my Joonie to cheer me up.” You whined, a subconscious pout pulling out your bottom lip despite the fact that he couldn’t see you.

“You’re sad, are you?” You hummed an affirmation. “Well… I have a show tomorrow night, why don’t you come along? Could be fun. Watch me looking great and being extremely talented on a grimy collection of wooden skids covered in a sheet, also known as the stage.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculous depiction, but a part of you was really intrigued by the idea. Namjoon shared his love of literature with you, of course. After all, you two were getting the same degrees. But he had another side of him; he was an underground rapper and although he shared some of his lyrics with you from time to time and told you about his shows on occasion, you’d never been invited to see him in action.

“I’d love to.”

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Rescued

Summary: After Bucky comes to your aid in a moment of panic you extend an invitation to family dinner. Neither of you could have foreseen how this small act of kindness would alter you, and your life, forever.

Warnings: Mentions of, and a situation set up for, being attacked by a man. Swearing, I can’t NOT.
Word Count: 905
Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Author’s Note: Hello my Freaky Darlings!  This fic has been sitting in my drafts for too long and I feel like I need to post it otherwise I’ll never get the drive to finish.  I’m not sure how many parts it will have, as the story continues to evolve as I explore the Reader.  

The chapters will be released once a week and will be of varying lengths. I’m going for quality over quantity, my dudes.

I had three wonderful people helping and encouraging me, it’s because of them that this is ever getting posted. Thank you @the-pri-experience @tatortot2701 and @bxckytrxsh for your support, you are all so lovely xo


After the shift you’d had at the hospital today, the last thing you wanted to do was stop for groceries. The crowded aisles, the long lines, the unpacking at home; none of these things sounded as good as Netflix and wine. Normally you’d put it off and order delivery but the fact that your entire family would be staying at your house this weekend meant it was a necessity.  God knows how much food your brothers could tuck back…

With a sigh, you pulled into a parking stall and made your way inside the store. It was getting late, your brother Jordan would give you the ‘disappointed face’ if he knew you were running errands alone: his fiancée Karen had been attacked a couple years ago while walking through a parkade after hours. With that thought, you hurriedly weaved through the aisles stocking up on snacks and the basics, like eggs and bread. The store was practically deserted so you were able to navigate around with ease: which was good because holiday hours meant it was closing early. You and another woman were the last two out before they locked the doors.

Night had fallen while you were inside and the parking lot had an ominous feeling about it. You and the other lady gave each other nervous glances and hurriedly made your way to your cars. You were really regretting your lazy morning and wished you had just done the shopping before work.

The other woman only had a few bags and was done well before you, but you were relieved to see that she sat in her car on the phone while you unloaded your full cart. Your nerves had your mind racing, and all the details of Karen’s attack were flooding your brain, amping up your anxiety. The hair on your arms was standing on end and your gut was telling you to hustle. Before you could finish packing the trunk and return your cart, the other shopper finished her phone call and started to drive away.

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Varsity Jackets and Peaches - Part 2

hope u guys like!!!!

words: 9k

warning: homophobic slurs, swearing, and heavy sexual content

Summary: Dan Howell hates him. He hates that black haired boy that wears a varsity jacket and smells like peaches and oh goes by the name Phil Lester. He takes joy out of ruining Dan’s life and he hates him. Well he hates him until a round of spin the bottle commences and everything changes between the two. 

read part one here

  “I’m actually going to punch you in the face, Lester.”

“Bring it, Howell.”

Dan lifted his arm and he grunted when feeling Phils fingers wrap around his wrist. He glared and struggled  

“I hate you.”

“I hate you more.”

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Originally posted by dunbarfeels

i want to punch your cute face | isaac lahey

anon request:  1, 3 and 10 with Isaac if is possible ✨ thanks babe i love u and ur blog 💖

1. “is that my shirt?”

3. “enough with the sarcasm.”

10. “I want to punch your cute face.”

warnings: none just fluff

a/n: holy shit im so sorry it’s been so long, i’ve been so lazy and i just haven’t had any motivation to write but i love you more. its really short too ugh i hate myself,, but i do have other requests that i will try to get to asap

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Smooth - Johnny [6] (M)

•Suggestion: Virgin reader x Johnny

A/N: Omg guys it’s finally here, the last chapter of Smooth! Ahhhhh I’m sorry it took so long. I needed a little break to try to make this last chapter gooood. I hope you guys like it. I’m actually like rlly sad that it’s over ;-; mehh

-Admin Kay

PS OMG ALSO THANKS FOR 5K!!! 🎉You guys are the best 💕

Pt 1   Pt 2   Pt 3   Pt 4   Pt 5

Chapter 6 - I Love You

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Rating R

(sexual content, slight language)

Word Count: 3,352

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Messy p.t. 2

Intro: So so so here we are my loves, at last (I’m sorry it took so long - blame school).   YES I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED IT MESSY P.T. 2 FOR YOUUU.  

This is a long awaited (and long overdue) sequel to Messy that was requested by a number of you and thank you guys so much for the amazing response that Messy got, it astounds me.  

So hopefully this one satiates your need for more as it is a long one (surprise surprise).  

I want to give a big shout out to @yourtropegirl for setting up a poll for me to decide the uniform that Leonard would wear (right) along with the reader’s dress (left), which you can see above - they are beautiful guys thanks so much.  

Pairing: Bones x reader

Word Count: 5,813 (whoopsies)

Warnings: none, just tooth-aching fluff and a little bit of frustration. 

Summary: So, if you haven’t read the original Messy, Leonard is all upset because Jocelyn is getting re-married and invites Leonard to the wedding. The reader jokingly says that he should go and bring a hot date, not realizing that the hot date would actually be them.  This story is surrounding Jocelyn’s wedding.  I hope you enjoy!

ALSO: I have actually no idea what Jocelyn is like as a person, even what she looks like as I have seen precious few episodes of TOS.  So I wrote her as a blue-eyed blonde who is infuriatingly nice.  Though I have an angst fic planned where she isn’t going to be so nice…

-Enjoy!-

“Nope.  That’s it.  I’m not going.” You fumed, storming out of the bathroom, and stalking past Leonard who was zipping up his shirt.  

Strong hands suddenly caught you around the waist, and you were yanked backwards. 

“Hey, whoa, darlin’.” Leonard pulled you to his chest. 

You beat weakly at his arms in an attempt to pry them off you and kicked your feet, trying to resist him but he was too strong. 

“Let me go, Len.” You pouted, trying to squirm out of his grip. 

“What’s wrong?” Leonard wrapped his arms around you tighter, one arm around your waist, one arm across your chest. 

“I am not going to this wedding.” You stated, pushing off his chest to get away, but he held you fast. 

“Why are- sTOP FIGHting ME!” He shouted as your elbows dug into his sides, trying to get him to release you. 

“Go find some other beautiful girl to bring.” You fought. 

“What are you-OW!  Are you biting me?” Leonard inquired with a huff of laughter. 

You pulled your teeth from his arm, “No.”

He suddenly spun you around in his grip to face him, his arms still locked around you, “What is the matter with you?”

“I-I can’t go, Len.  I just-it’s too much and what if they…” You rambled but stopped when Leonard’s hands gripped either side of your face, making your cheeks squish and your lips pout slightly. 

“You’re freaking out.” He informed.

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anonymous asked:

okayyyy this may sound silly buttttttt, how would the RFA+V&Saeran (i'm so sorry if it's too much) react to their smol s/o's face always being red? like not blushing bUT THEIR S/O HAS RED CHEEKS ALL THE TIME. thank uuuu

This is literally one of the cutest requests ever oh my gosh! I’m sorry if they’re a little on the short side, I had two projects due today because my professors hate me so I didn’t have a lot of time to write them longer ugh. But I still sincerely hope that you enjoy and thank you for the request!! :D


Yoosung

  • Yoosung absolutely adores your red cheeks!
  • He literally squealed with happiness the first time he saw you because oh my gosh how can someone be so cute?
  • Yoosung blushes and his own cheeks turn red a lot so he gets it
  • He’ll constantly tell you how cute you look
  • He totally pinches your cheeks all of the time because of your cuteness like you may give this boy a heart attack of from your cuteness
  • Random cuddle sessions because when Yoosung thinks someone/something is cute, he’ll cuddle the heck out of them
  • You and Yoosung become the cutest, red cheeked couple ever~

Zen

  • At first, Zen thinks that you just blush all of the time
  • “I know that I look like a god but babe you don’t have to blush all the time when you’re around me~”
  • Zen no
  • Once he finally realizes that your cheeks are naturally red all of the time he dotes so much over you
  • Will always tell you how adorable you are because of your cute little red cheeks 
  • Zen starts taking almost fifty pictures of you a day because he thinks that you’re just so adorable
  • He’ll also always show you off when the two of you are out and about because he wants everyone to know that you’re the most adorable person ever and just adores your cute little red cheeks

Jaehee

  • Jaehee thought that you were sick when she first noticed that your cheeks were red
  • But when you explain to her that they’re always like that she’s in love
  • Will literally just look at you and go “Awww!”
  • She smiles like ten times more than usual because you generally make her happy but she just finds you so precious
  • Will beat the crap out of anyone who dares to say anything negative about your red cheeks
  • She’ll sometimes just stare at your face because you’re so precious and when you look at her, she starts to turn red in the cheeks herself

Jumin

  • Jumin’s kind of confused at first when he notices that your cheeks are red 24/7
  • He legitimately thinks that you’re sick and starts calling six different doctors to come check on you
  • You have to calm this poor man down and explain that you’re not sick, your cheeks are just always red
  • Instant relief, but it just makes him more confused like why are they like that?
  • But he eventually grows to love it and Jumin will often give small kisses to your cheeks, with him telling you how beautiful you are
  • Jumin becomes kind of obsessed with how beautiful your cheeks are and has a blurry photo taken by him as his phone screen saver

Seven

  • Seven thought that he was going to have a heart attack from the cuteness that is you when he first saw you
  • He will literally just poke you cheeks all of the time and if you ask him why he’s doing it, he’ll say it’s because you’re so cute
  • Seriously you two will be watching a horror movie and right when it gets to a jump scare Seven will poke your cheeks
  • Seven, my boy, please chill
  • If you’re ever feeling insecure about your red cheeks, Seven will put on some of his cosplay makeup blush so he looks just like you
  • Seven will constantly tell you how cute you are because in his eyes, you really are the cutest person in the world to this dork

V

  • V still can’t see very well, basically his vision is pretty blurry here
  • So when he first meets you, he doesn’t really notice your red cheeks
  • But when he leans in for a kiss for the first time, he hesitates and asks if you’re sick
  • Precious boy is so concerned about your health bless him
  • You tell him that they’re just naturally red and he’s like whoa
  • This might sound weird but he’ll just kind of lay his palm on your cheeks
  • It becomes sort of a new relaxing thing for V to just touch your cheeks and feel the warmth from them, it’s basically the sweetest thing ever

Unknown

  • Saeran’s super confused why your cheeks are red and will constantly question you why they are
  • You tell him that they’re just naturally red, nothing more or less
  • He starts hesitantly touching your cheeks, muttering how cute they look
  • One day Saeran sees that you’re upset because someone made fun of your cheeks
  • Home boy wants to go and murder the douche but he knows that he should comfort you first
  • So he places a nervous kiss on your cheeks, telling you without muttering that you’re beautiful to him and that’s all that matters
  • Now Saeran will constantly kiss your cheeks and makes sure you know that he loves every part of you, especially your cheeks

Best friend!Woozi

i had the feels

Photo credit: saythename_17

  • rarely asks you to hang out with him
  • he doesn’t really have to cause you always ask him first and he is actually more than ready to go out when you ask
  • but he’s always early and nags you when you’re late
  • like your phone won’t stop buzzing with every text asking where you are or why you’re so slow lol
  • very chill bff in general tho
  • also a cat-dog relationship tbqh
  • you’re more likely to be the hyperactive puppy
  • you’re not even trying but your hyper side just ups when with him
  • you try taking pictures of him? that’s cool. candid photos? that’s ok too. meme-worthy pics? that’s alright.
  • you’ll regret using them against him though with the amount of embarrassing stories he has of you
  • ofc he has his own stash of your derpy photos be warned
  • anyway, he’s the really chill but lowkey short tempered cat
  • he’s not the snap-at-you type when you’re being annoying but more like the you-see-this-unamused-face? kinda type
  • silent but deadly *nods*
  • but mostly lets it all pass cause too much energy usage is not good
  • and you rarely get on his nerves anyway
  • cause you try to be cute whenever you do something that annoys him
  • and he’s just like uGH why am i even friends with you
  • !!!! likes resting his arm on your shoulder
  • or using your shoulder as his head rest
  • doesn’t matter where or who you’re with. If he’s feeling tired or lazy he does it
  • is actually lowkey clingy and doesn’t realize it
  • also very protective
  • he’s very savage when it comes to you but hates it when others do it to you
  • sometimes he flicks your forehead when you do/say smthng dumb
  • but when others try that he stops them?? and kinda directs them in a different topic/situation or something
  • also that one time a friend joked about something you’re secretly insecure about in front of your group of friends but you just laugh it off
  • and later on while walking home with you he’s being quiet and he has this annoyed look on his face and you ask him why
  • and he tells you that it wasn’t funny and you shouldn’t let that slide
  • basically he gets angry for you when you don’t
  • and you’re like woozi chill that was hours ago i forgot about it already
  • and he just shakes his head and out of nowhere compliments you???
  • bruh you ok
  • and his protective mode is just so high up there it’s kinda cute??? He actually goes into a long speech about why you shouldn’t worry about those kinda stuff and that you’re perfectly fine the way you are??
  • and after that he’s just…silent…cause he said too much lol
  • the next day he texts you to meet him somewhere
  • and ofc he’s there earlier than you for the thousandth time
  • and you saw him talking to himself?? Like bruh don’t. You’re out in public (but in reality there’s like…1-2 people there)
  • so you try sneaking up on him with your phone on the ready cause woozi? talking to himself? this is great blackmail stuff!!
  • then you hear him rehearsing some type of speech??and you hear your name??
  • “You’re beautiful. You’re kind. You understand people and try your best to be the best you. And that’s the reason why I like you.”
  • and he hears you scoff behind him and turns really red once he saw you
  • and you’re like “ofc you like me. How else were you able to survive my weirdness for all these years if you didn’t. I told you already. I’m fine. I already forgot about what f/n said yesterday.”
  • and basically that’s how you thought he was just being nice to you
  • and how he thought you were friendzoning him for a sec
  • before he hangs his head low and laughs by himself
  • and you’re standing there confused cause first he was talking to himself and now he’s laughing by himself and you’re like bud you okay???
  • then he stands up and faces you
  • that freaking arrogant (but really handsome) smile on his face
  • yOU KNOW THAT BLUFFING EXPRESSION HE HA S!!!!! 1!!!!
  • and he shakes his head before taking your hand and leads you out of the shop
  • and basically you walk down the street holding his hand but you’re so confused why?????
  • “I like you more than a best friend, you know?”
  • then it cLICKS
  • finally
  • and you start to feel so warm and so conscious about everything like is your hand sweaty??? why did you wear overly comfy clothes they look like house clothes??? and he notices
  • “stop fussing. You’re perfectly fine.”
  • and you just kinda shyly try not to have this stupid smile on your face
  • cause you actually like him too
  • oh and you actually caught all that with your phone (just the audio though cause there was too much going on how are you supposed to take a video of all that)
  • and yeah. great blackmail stuff.

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secretlyshycomputer said: Can we have more sassy reader fics I adored the Sherlock one!

A/N: thank you! I love writing these. I decided to do another Sherlock one. This hints a slight Sherlock x reader romance but it depends on how you interpret it. Otherwise, romance is not intended.

Warnings: swearing.


“Hello, my people!” You called from downstairs. You dragged your suitcase through the door. You had decided to take a holiday and now you had returned to your lodgings at 221B.

“Huzzah,” Sherlock groaned and rolled his eyes. “Y/N is back.”

John chuckled. “You love her really.”

“I don’t love, John.”

“Whatever.”

“What did I miss?” You asked as you entered the flat, your luggage trailing behind you.

“Nothing much,” John said smiling. He stood up and hugged you.

“Well it’s good to be back.”

“Yes, for some people,” Sherlock muttered.

“What’s that, Sherlock?” You replied and put your hand behind your ear. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you as I was too busy looking for the fucks I give.” John chuckled. A grin formed on your face. “I’m kidding. I’ve missed you.”

“I suppose I’ve missed you,” Sherlock sighed.

“Awe! Bring it in, Sherly!” You walked over to him and hugged him tightly. This received another eye roll from him.

“Y/N, I don’t think physical contact is necessary.”

“Yes it is!” You hugged him tighter which made him very uncomfortable.

“Yes… Well then…” His phone buzzed. He whipped his head around to the direction of his phone, which was laying on the table, however he couldn’t see the screen from where he was. "John! We have a case!“

"Yep!” You said after you let go of him and phone. “Lestrade just sent you a text. Oh! How fun! I’m coming too!”

“You’ve just got home!” John pointed out.

“But I’ve missed this!” You spun around. “Come on, let’s go!”

 

 

The detective, the doctor, and their fabulous friend (this was you of course) arrived at the crime scene like the three musketeers. Sherlock lifted up the yellow tape for John and yourself to go under.

“Morning, you lot,” Lestrade said. “Hello, Y/N. How was the holiday?”

“Good,” You replied with a smile. “Glad to be back though.”

“Oh look!” Donovan announced as she walked up. “The bitch is back!”

“Ah!” A smirk formed upon your face and you turned to face you. “One person I haven’t been looking forward to seeing. Still shagging everyman you find?”

“I don’t sleep with everyone. Ugh! You’re so annoying.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault that you’re a fucking whore.”

“Alright!” Lestade announced as John and Sherlock tried to stifle their laughter. “Calm down.”

“Sorry,” You responded. “I just don’t like this constant inhaling exhaling thing she’s got going on.”

“Right, Y/N!” Lestrade threw his arms up in the air. “I hate to have to do this but you have to leave.”

“What?”

“I can’t have you arguing with Donovan all the time.”

“Fine!”

 

 

“My boys are back!” You shouted as you heard the door below shut.

“You need to stop arguing with Sally!” John called as he climbed up the stairs after a successful case. “One day, Lestrade will stop you coming to the crime scenes altogether!”

“‘Sally?’ I didn’t realise we were on a first name basis with her.”

“Shorter than Donovan. Easier to say.” John entered the flat after Sherlock.

“You haven’t even unpacked,” Sherlock noted.

“No,” You replied with a smile. “I guess I’m too eager to jump back into the action.”

His Last Request - Pt. 8: An Exciting Breakfast

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: “Panic attack hangover,” nosy neighbors, fluff on fluff

Word Count: 5100ish

Summary: Dean and The Reader adjust to their new “apple-pie-life”

A/N: Thank you for being patient with me during my long hiatus. I’m not super proud of this chapter as I was a little rusty from my long break but hopefully its alright. It’s the fluffiest chapter I’ve written for this series so it felt a little awkward to me tbh Thank you @torn-and-frayed for helping me think up a name for the nosy neighbor OC haha Hope yall enjoy! Feedback is much appreciated!

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“Wawa….Wawa…”

You grimaced and scrunched your eyes together even harder as you felt tiny fingers poking your face.

“Wawa…Wawa! Wake up, Wawa!”

“Nooo, I don’t wanna go to Wawa…” You murmured sleepily, rolling your face into the pillow and away from the disturbance.

“Looks like she’s not budging, Jen,” You heard Dean’s voice pipe up. “Time to take some drastic measures.”

You heard Jenny giggle and your eyes shot open just as Dean yelled, “Baby Bomb!”

You felt a weight slam into your back and Jenny let out a chain of giggles in response to your “Oomph!”

“Wawa! Wake up!” She commanded, crawling up towards your head. You rolled over slowly and gently enough for Jenny to easily slide off of you and onto the mattress. You noticed Dean sitting at the edge of the bed laughing at you.

“What happened to ‘I got her, you just go back to sleep.’” You whined, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Breakfast happened,” Dean chuckled.

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Love Bites (part 1)

Words: 2.5k

Summary: Spn Au. Focuses mostly on a flashback of the last time you saw your best friend, Cas, before he went off to college and you left town to travel. You’re both back in your home town for your 10 year high school reunion.

Warnings: Minor angst, a little fluff, and some fluffy and awkward smut (female receiving oral sex, fingering, losing of virginity by both male and female, brief painful sex.)

A/N: This series is for the @casbabydontgoineedyou 1k follower celebration (my phrase doesn’t come until a bit later.) Constructive feedback is always appreciated. If you want to be on my master tag list, just send me an ask or DM.

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You had always been considered a bit of a rebel. You had never really concerned yourself with the opinions of others or what path you were supposed to take.

After high school, everyone else was running off to college to plan their boring careers; while you thought traveling the world, working odd jobs in odd towns seemed more your style.

This week was your 10 year high school reunion. You had thought about skipping it until you saw your former best friend, Cas, was on the list of attendees. He had been one of the good little boys to choose the traditional path and you thought about the day you told him you were skipping the graduation ceremony.

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BEST FRIEND’S BIAS {part 1}

Walking through the mall, you laughed with your friend, Adrianna, as she recapped her incredibly terrible first date the other night.

Then he walks back from the bathroom like he hadn’t been gone for a long period of time and looks at me like I kicked a puppy because I took one spoonful of ice cream without him. Like, I’m sorry? It’s MY ice cream. She laughed and the two of you continued to talk as you walked.

So I’m guessing that a second date would be a no-go? You asked as you sifted through sweaters.

Y/N. Adrianna said and you looked up to have her giving you the most unenthusiastic look that made you chuckle.

I’m sorry for even asking. You replied and continued to go through the clothes.

So tell me about your date night? How’s Mr. Wonderful? I still haven’t met the guy. She began to spout off, much to your dismay. At that moment, you wished you could hide in the clothes, but instead you looked at her.

He’s good. You said simply and went back to skimming the racks of brightly colored clothes.

Y/N! She exclaimed and you laughed again.

I’m not telling you any more than that. He’s nice, but we aren’t serious, so I just want to see where this goes before I start spouting it off to everyone. You said, which wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t necessarily true. The other half to why you weren’t telling her everything was that it was Jeon Jungkook and that was your best friend’s ultimate bias. She could go on for hours about him and you would just have to sit there, listening to your best friend gush about your boyfriend. You had initially met Jungkook by accident, the two of you had sparked up a conversation at a coffee shop when he asked for your number. Part of your New Year’s Resolution was to be more open to new experiences, so when you usually would have told him no, instead you gave him your number. It wasn’t until he had texted you that night that you realized that it was Jungkook. Since then, the two of you were forced to keep it pretty low key.

Most of the time, the two of you just spent date night at your apartment because of all of the cameras surrounding him. Jungkook had to continue to hide the relationship, even though he didn’t want to, and you were going to tell your best friend, but things came up. You could remember it like it was yesterday. Your friend burst into your apartment and sighed as she sat on the couch.

What’s up, boo? You asked as she huffed and threw her face dramatically into the pillow.

Jungkoo as m shmirlfend. She mumbled, muffled by the plushy pillow in her face.

What? Leaning closer to her, she lifted her head and sighed.

Jungkook has a girlfriend. Look! She exclaimed and showed you the phone. Right there was a picture of you and him standing by an ice cream shop, but due to the angle, your face was completely hidden. Look at how happy he is! Ugh, I hate her! Adrianna crossed her arms and pouted, like a five year old told she couldn’t have any candy, as you discreetly took out your phone to text Jungkook. He responded that BigHit was going to come out with a statement that you were just a fan that walked up to him, so it wouldn’t be a problem for him. But it was on that day that you realized just how difficult it would be to tell Adrianna of your relationship. Sighing, you rubbed her back as she continued to bash you without even knowing.

Like who the hell does she think she is?! She exclaimed before getting a notification. Oh! I guess she was just a fan that Jungkook took to get ice cream. UGH! She put the phone up to her chest. Isn’t he the sweetest? Adrianna asked as she looked back at her phone, you put on a fake smile and rolled your eyes.

Now as you skimmed the stores, you looked up at her, Adrianna was texting or tweeting, looking completely preoccupied. Her Jungkook phone case made your heart sink as your eyes glazed over with thought. Your phone buzzing took you out of your trance. Jungkook was calling, but you quickly ignored it so she wouldn’t see and continued to skim the racks. Then a text came in.

Wanna grab lunch? – JK

Who’s that? Adrianna asked behind you and you jumped with surprise, almost sending your phone straight into the air.

Oh my god, don’t do that! You exclaimed and put your phone back in your purse. Did you find something? You asked to get her off the subject and she smiled.

ISN’T THIS ADORABLE?! She held up a top and you nodded.

Go try it on, I’m still looking. You said as she skipped to the dressing room. Taking your phone out, you texted Jungkook.

Out with Adrianna, maybe next time. – Y/N

Before you could put your phone back, you got a response.

Bring her with! I got the guys with me, so we can make it a little meet and greet, she’s a fan right? – JK

The response made every pore on your body immediately begin to sweat as you tried to think of a way out of it.

Y/N! Isn’t this adorable on me? She questioned and you looked up to see her twirling around.

Very cute! You responded, your phone buzzed again.

You said you were going to the mall right? See ya soon, babe ;) – JK

The sweat then turned into goosebumps as you felt a cold shiver go down your spine.

Uhm, Adrianna, wanna grab lunch with some people? You asked as she nodded enthusiastically.

Awesome! I’ll go pay! She said and walked back into the dressing room. You face palmed yourself as you tried to think of an escape route, but nothing came to mind. Reality was about to bite you in the ass.