when i look at you i see something special

Humans Are Weird (Homonyms)

I just thought of something: what if aliens had no idea of what homophones/homonyms are and just get REALLY confused when they see/hear some.

 Human: Hey Alien, have you seen my mouse?

Alien: No, sorry, but I can help you find it. What species is your mouse?

Human: Oh, it’s a Logitech. I think I left it over here. 

Alien: Never heard of this species of rodent before. It must be a special one. 

Human: Rodent? Oh no no no, you misunderstood! I’m looking for my COMPUTER mouse!

Alien: *confused* Computer mouse? I thought computers worked with electricity, not animals…

Human: *confused as well* …….what?

i feel like much of this site doesnt really like…draw a line when it comes to nihilistic jokes like idk if this will make absolutely any sense but when i make a post and im really actually distressed and someone reblogs it and tags “lmao SAME” it makes me feel reminiscent of someone crying out for help and everyone else in the room saying “same” not as in “i went through that and i feel for you” but as in “you’re not special/nobody is listening” so when i see a post that doesnt look blatantly made with the intent to entertain and be shared it makes me very nervous because posts that are like “im depressed and nobody likes me lol” that have 1000 notes all tagged like “GFDJS ME” it always makes me feel the discomfort that i usually feel when i say im depressed and people twist it into something funny

45 THINGS A GIRL WANT, BUT WON’T ASK FOR:
1. Touch her waist.
2. Simply talk to her.
3. Share secrets with her.
4. Tell her she’s beautiful.
5. Kiss her on the forehead.

THERE’S MORE!
6. Hug her.
7. Hold her.
8. Laugh with her.
9. Spend half the day with her.
10. Hangout with her and your friends together.

KEEP GOING ..
11. Smile with her.
12. Surprise her with a present.
13. Give her some chocolates.
14. Respect her opinions.
15. When she says she loves you, just don’t end there without saying “I love you too!”

REMEMBER YOUR SPECIAL SOMEONE?
16. Always hug her and say “I love you” whenever you see her.
17. Kiss her unexpectedly.
18. Hug her from behind around the waist.
19. Tell her she looks gorgeous.
20. Have some long conversation with her.

ONE THING YOU HAVE TO DO IS TO SHOW HER YOU MEAN IT.
21. Open doors for her, and give her some seat (it makes her feel important).
22. Tell her she’s your everything - only if you mean it.
23. If it seems like there is something wrong, ask her - if she denies about it. it simply means SHE DOESN’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT - so just hug her.
24. Make her feel loved.
25. Kiss her in front of OTHER girls who is jealous with both of you!

ALSO THEY WANT IT SIMPLY ..
26. Don’t lie on her.
27. DON’T cheat on her.
28. Bring her to a place she wants.
29. Text or call her in the morning and tell her “good morning!”
30. Be there for her whenever she needs you, and even when she doesn’t, just be there so she’ll know that she can always count on you.

ARE YOU STILL READING THIS?.
31. Hold her close when she’s cold so she can hold you too.
32. When you are alone hold her close and kiss her.
33. Kiss her on the cheek; (it will give her the hint that you want to kiss her).
34. While in the movies, put your arm around her so she could put her head on your shoulder, then lean on in and tilt her chin up and kiss her lightly.
35. Don’t ever tell her to leave even if you don’t mean it. If she’s upset, comfort her.

REMEMBER ALL THESE THINGS WHEN YOU ARE WITH HER NEXT ..
36. When people disrespect her, stand up for her.
37. Look straight into her eyes and tell her you love her.
38. Lay down under the stars and put her head on your chest so she can listen to your heart beat, link your fingers together while you talk to her as she rests her eyes and listens to you.
39. When walking next to each other grab her and smile to her.
40. When you hug her, hold her in your arms as long as possible.

MAKE SURE SHE KNOWS SHE’S LOVED.
41. Call or text her at night to wish her sweet dreams.
42. Comfort her when she cries and wipe away her tears.
43. Take her for long walks at night.
44. Always remind her how much you love her.

THE MOST IMPORTANT PART!
45. Buy her food.

Eat Hearty

How often are people afraid to complete a sentence because intense Iggy stares?

There’s way more amazing art where this comes from.

Original Artist: http://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=60772768

Page 1

Someone: We’re going, Ignis!

Ignis: I’m coming.

Ignis: Apologies for the delay.

Gladio: Nah, I don’t mind.
Never mind that, you added a recipe in your notebook?

Ignis: Yes, precisely.

Page 2

Gladio: Hu.

Ignis: What?

Gladio: I knew it. You look happy when it comes to cooking.

Ignis: …!
You noticed?

Gladio: Cooking is special to you.

Ignis: Special…

Page 3

Ignis: …I should say
Now I can take of the health of the lot of you rather than just Noct.

SFX: Cough

SFX: Click

Ignis: …But

Ignis: …When I see your joyful expressions when you eat my cooking, it makes me happy.

Page 4

Ignis: You especially have a hearty appetite.

Gladio: !

SFX: Badum

Gladio: You’re watching me, too…?

Ignis: Did you say something?

Gladio: No, nothin’.

End

I wonder if you still light up when you see my message?
Does it make you smile like it use to? Or just fill you with dread?
Am I just another bother or normal ex lover?
Or something special?
Are we still special?
Do you still get that thrill when you look at my pics
Or did the sparkle in my eyes just disapear?
You are every side of duality to me my gem
My hell and my salvation
My hero and my demon
I don’t even know how to express what I want anymore
But I still come back around to you
Still end up at your door
First person I want to tell
I’m sorry I did what I did and said what I siad
I am sorry for who I am
Who my mothers death made me into
You deserve so much more
I want to do enough drugs to forget about you
But every time I get high you’re all thats on my god damn mind
I wonder if I’m still on yours
Or if you’ve built a wall of ice
or maybe got bored
If my broke  girl theatrics will drive you away
I won’t beg you to stay
Or maybe I will, God knows I’m pathetic
But I still have dreams of you and I in our apartment
I can’t say a part of me doesn’t hate myself for it
I still wear your ring
Still have your mark
Still want to get our tattoo
I'mm sorry for not having enough faith we’d get through it
I wouldn’t blame you if you left
Wouldn’t blame you if you destroyed me
—  my message I can’t say to the one person I want to tell
A Sunny Sunday

Summary: Chris Evans x Reader where an ordinary day turns into a memorable one. 
Word count: 1287
Warnings: feels, fluff
A/N: @ohevansmycaptain sparked some creativity in me and I got this idea the other day thanks to the meatball calling himself daddy.

Originally posted by your-kylie-me


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requested: “Can you do an imagine where you visit Shawn on tour and fall asleep in his arms on the tour bus. He never falls asleep so when you wake you pretend to be sleeping because shawn is talking to Geoff and Andrew about how he sees spending the future with you and just how much he loves you. I don’t know if this makes sense but you are an incredible writer!!“

authors note: this one is sooo cute and i loved writing it! thank you for the compliment anon, and also for this adorable request :)

The fabric from Shawn’s sweatshirt rubbed against your cheek, as you lay on his chest, eyes closed. You were terribly tired, and a nap was something you were thinking about all day. You didn’t think Shawn would get to nap with you considering how busy he was with everything, but he finally found some down time, so he was here, laying on the couch of his tour bus, slowly falling asleep. Visiting Shawn on tour has been incredibly tiring for you, but also insanely fun. You were traveling, with your best friend, and to top it all off you got to watch him live his dream. It sounded cliche but it was true. You loved seeing him smile on stage, or dance around to his own music as he sang. There was nothing else in the world that made you happier than seeing Shawn’s happiness.

“Your hair is in my mouth.” You heard Shawn whisper, and you picked your head up laughing.
He was holding pieces of your hair in his hand and flashing you that bright smile of his.

“Sorry.” You smiled back and moved your hair so it wouldn’t get in the way. He kissed the top of your head and closed his eyes again. Soon enough you heard little snores coming from Shawn, and you too eventually fell asleep to his breaths.

—–

You opened your eyes to the bright lights in the ceiling, causing you to immediately close them again. Shawn wasn’t with you anymore, and laying on the couch alone wasn’t exactly the most comfortable position, and you could already feel a knot in your neck. You started to get up, when you heard someone say your name. You carefully looked over to see Shawn talking to Andrew and Geoff about you. You played it off, like you were still asleep so you could listen. You hoped Shawn wasn’t complaining or anything of that sort.

“I can honestly see myself with her for the rest of my life. And that’s crazy, I know.” Shawn’s voice and words gave you butterflies. There was something special about your relationship with Shawn and you always knew it. It made you feel better though, knowing that Shawn felt it too. You were both so young but you two had been together for quite some time and he maybe talked to you about marriage once, but that’s it. Listening to him talk about you right now though, just made your face red, and your heart beat.

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself buddy.” Andrew and Geoff were teasing Shawn and laughing, and he laughed too, but he kept talking.

“I know, I know. I just.. ” Shawn was lost in his thoughts and he didn’t finish his sentence, so Andrew finished it for him.

“Love her? You love her? We get it dude. We’re glad that you’re happy.” And you could literally hear the smile in Shawn’s voice.

“Sometimes I feel like my feelings for her are stronger than her feelings more me. I just hope she loves me the way I love her you know?” And that was it for you right there. You sat up on the couch, looking over at Shawn.

“I do baby.” You smiled and shyly looked down after you said it. You felt bad for listening in on their conversation, but you were glad you did.

“Hey, you’re awake?” Shawn’s cheeks were flushed and he was looking at the ground, as if he was embarrassed that you heard him.

“Yeah, sorry. I heard everything.” You laughed and shrugged your shoulders hoping he wouldn’t be mad at you. But it wasn’t your fault you happened to wake up when he was taking about you.

“Don’t be sorry Y/N, now he knows how you feel about him.” Geoff said and playfully punched Shawn on the arm. Andrew raised his eyebrows and started walking out of the room where Geoff followed him. Shawn came over to you and sat down next to you on the couch.

“I probably love you more than you love me. Even if it doesn’t seem like it, which I apologize for.” You started rambling about everything that just went down, but suddenly you were interrupted by Shawn’s mouth on yours. His hands were tangled in your hair and your heart was racing. It was amazing how even after all this time of being with Shawn he still made you nervous at times. Shawn then, pulled away and held your face in his hands, he was looking right at you.

“Trust me, I love you way more Y/N.”

Unpopular Opinion: Witch Aesthetic/Looking ‘Witchy’

For the love of rosemary, why does anyone have a problem with this??? 

There is only one instance where I could see witch aesthetic being offensive, and that’s when it’s perpetuating harmful antisemitic stereotypes. 

But do you know what I see instead? Young kids wearing black clothes, liking crystals and candles, and getting bullied because they’re “not real witches” when they never even claimed to be in the first place. 

And no it is not the same as appropriation. These aren’t kids going around wearing sacred Native American ritual dress, they’re wearing black lipstick. It doesn’t equate even remotely. Especially when you consider there is no dress code for being a witch. 

Crystals, the moon, black clothes? These things do not belong to witchcraft. They don’t belong to anyone they just exist and we use them. 

Describing something as “looking witchy” is not an offense to The Witch Collective™ and it doesn’t harm our community. 

I see so many people get so angry at others for how they dress and what things they like. You know how it reads? “You can’t like those things because when I like them, it’s special, and I’m special, so you can’t have it.” 

I think that’s pretty gross. Let the kid wear black lipstick and have a rock collection. They aren’t hurting anyone. 

Song: Love like you

If I could begin to be
Half of what you think of me
I could do about anything
I could even learn how to love

When I see the way you act
Wondering when I’m coming back
I could do about anything
I could even learn how to love
Like you

I always thought I might be bad
Now I’m sure that it’s true
‘Cause I think you’re so good
And I’m nothing like you

Look at you go
I just adore you
I wish that I knew
What makes you think I’m so special

If I could begin to do
Something that does right by you
I would do about anything
I would even learn how to love

When I see the way you look
Shaken by how long it took
I could do about anything
I could even learn how to love like you

Love me like you

Music by: REBECCA SUGAR

It’s harder when someone special ignores you, but it’s even harder to pretend that you don’t care. I fucking miss you. Nobody understands how much I miss you, I miss how we used to talk, and miss all the things we used to do. I try not to admit it to myself that I still feel this way, and I can’t see it getting any better. It’s not that I can’t let you go, it’s the fact that I don’t want to. Nobody knows that I still   wake up thinking of you each day. I still think of you and I really do miss you. I would give up everything I have, to be everything we’re not.

I wasn’t even looking when I stumbled onto you, I decided not to trust you at first. But you seemed insteresting, and like you really care about me… That was reason enough for me to let you in, and oh how you went inside, deep inside my heart. From the second I trusted you, I fell for you so hard that I don’t even know when it happened. Sure you’re gone now, you treated me like shit in the end, but everything before that and everything that we had, sure was special to me, you get me and you made me feel like no one before did. And no matter how hurt I am right now, and how much I hate what you did, I still like you no matter what, it’s something unexplainable that attracts me to you, your beautiful soul. Now I look for you in every person I see. I miss you a little, I guess you could say, a little too much, a little to often, and a little more each day.

does this make sense? | 11 (m) ✓

pairing: min yoongi x reader
genre/warnings: romance, fluff, heavy petting, smuuut, they finally get down and dirty, college! yoongi
words: 11,752
summary: You meet the mysterious Yoongi at a house party and no matter how uninterested you tell yourself that you are, you’re can’t say no to him. Can you end up changing his playboy ways, or will you just end up getting hurt?

» playlist | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | + | ✓

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Your boy has had a week.  I mean, c’mon, multiverse!  It all started out with H.R. getting into trouble (I knew that guy was bad news), which then led to this whole fiasco with Gypsy. I can’t say I’m a stranger to being threatened by mysterious women (looking at you, Peek-a-Boo and Golden Glider!), but something about Gypsy was cosmic… beyond any connection or vibe I’ve gotten with any other girl. I was loving that special tingle you get when you find something real, but it all got ruined when Gypsy decided to return to Earth-19.

But in the wake of it all, I saved H.R.  Cisco Ramon- gentleman, hero, and all around badass once again.  H.R. was super gracious about it seeing that I did lay my life on the line for him (who ever thought I’d do that? Safe to say I wouldn’t do that for any other Wells’!).  He insisted on treating me to a steak dinner as a thank you.  I mean, I usually want to argue about everything when it comes to H.R. but I cannot argue a free filet.  No need to twist my arm!

Somehow, H.R. snagged us a reservation at Simon’s Steakhouse – I’ve been trying to get in there for ages! I wonder how he did it… I’m sure it involved him flirting with a hostess in some way, that cheeky devil.  I’ve never stepped foot in a restaurant as fancy as Simon’s.  Most Ramon family celebrations are spent at home with wine by the dozen and plenty of Mama Ramon’s home-cooked lasagna.

I threw on my finest suit (check me out, James Bond) and had H.R. threw on his Randolf face to keep things in check. We spent the night like kings – chowing down on t-bone, guzzling some Merlot, and topping it off with a double order of chocolate soufflé. It was the dream, man. Ain’t if funny how nice a person can be once you risk your life to save ‘em? Barry totally doesn’t utilize that enough. Maybe I’ll mention it to him to consider next time one of us has to use our panic buttons!

{ kiss me quick }

pairing: alexander x reader

prompt: “Could I request an A.Ham x reader where they have a flirtationship and the hamilsquad teases them for it so they kiss to prove a point (but realize they really do love each other) and you can take it from there BUT LOTS OF FLUFF PLEASE”


You knocked on the door to the boys’ loft, smiling widely as you heard the locks click and eventually, the door swung open. 

“Mon petit lion, your girlfriend is here.” Laf teased, pulling you into a hug when you walked in. You rolled your eyes, but hugged him back nonetheless, happy to see the Frenchman. “Be on your best behavior, now.” 

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the secret history pick-up lines
  • i love you more than homer
  • asparagus isn’t the only thing in season
  • let’s recite words of love in dead languages
  • and then kill a farmer in the moonlight
  • you look like my sister
  • i have a non-homosexual crush on you
  • hi is your name sublime because i’m about to enter you
  • beauty is terror but i love it when you terrorize me
  • shall we do something romantic, like, go looking for ferns and redistribute some matter
  • you make me wanna quit drinking for 35 minutes
  • this is a gun in my pants but i’m also happy to see you
  • talk latin to me
i’m gonna love you forever pt. 1

Request:  I have an idea for a story: the reader was engaged to Bucky (they were both madly in love) before the war in the 40s. And then he goes off to war and they never see each other again. BUT she also got into a super soldier program and is actually still alive and gets introduced to the avengers. Neither of them had any relationships cause they felt like they’d be unfaithful. Steve is happy to see her to but Bucky is just over the roof excited? Angst to fluff to smut maybe?

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, someone gets punched, 40′s slang name calling.

A/N: This is probably going to be a 3 or 4 part story, I really love this idea and it deserves a slow and deep story line.

Originally posted by complete-fandom-trashhh

~1945-Before the War

4 hours into my 8 hour shift at the local cafe down the street from mine and Bucky’s shared apartment, and I’m already done with the day, I think by boss can tell because I’m just a little on the cranky side, I’m usually very friendly and happy. However, I have a few of these men that just don’t want to take the hint that I have a boyfriend. Have for the last 5 years.

“Yeah? Well we’ve been coming here almost everyday for the past 3 years and I’ve never seen you with a man. You’re getting up there, don’t you think, hun? You’ll need a man to take care of a pretty dame such as yourself.” I roll my eyes.

“Look, gentlemen, I really do appreciate the offer, but I’m not joking about my boyfriend, his name is Bucky Barnes and he probably wouldn’t appreciate some strange men flirting with his woman while she’s at work.” The men bust out into laughter.

“Bucky Barnes? That guy is doll dizzy! You really think he’ll stay with you for long?” Heat floods my face, not from embarrassment, no, but anger. Who do these guys think they are?

“You must not see him very often then, huh? We’ve been with one another for 5 years.”

“5 years, eh? And he hasn’t put a ring on that pretty finger yet? I’d have you married, barefoot and pregnant by now if I’s him.” Okay, I’m officially done with this.

However, it doesn’t look like I need to defend myself anymore.

“This fat-head givin you troubles doll?” Speaking of the man of the hour. Bucky grabs me by the hips, spins me around and presses his mouth to mine in a heated kiss. It’s meant to show them that I’m his and to back off.

The guy stands up, obviously offended by the insult.

“Who’re you callin’ fathead, you active duty lowlife?” Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Alright now, there’s no need for you to snap your cap. After all, you were the one hitting on my lady now weren’t ya? I’d say I’m the one with the right to be angry.”

“You have a new dame on your hip every other month.” Bucky sighs, like he can’t believe he’s even having this conversation right now.

“Look, chrome dome, I know what you’re trying to do, and it’s just not going to work. I used to be pretty doll dizzy back in the day, but once you find the right one, no one else can hold a candle to them.” He smiles and presses a kiss to my mouth one more time.

The guy rolls his eyes.

“Ah whatever, you’ve lost a customer young lady. You can keep the call- girl, that’s all she’s good for anyway, right?” His buddies laugh along with him. I gasp, shocked that that insult even flew from his mouth. How dare he? He doesn’t even know me!

Bucky looks down, before letting go of my waist.

“Why don’t you finish cleaning this table, doll? I don’t want my lady to see this.” I get back to cleaning my table, a smirk coming across my face, knowing what’s about to happen. I don’t see anything, but I hear the punch that no doubt broke the guys nose. I hear people shout, shock no doubt over taking their body. Bucky comes back in the diner, coming over to me and pressing a kiss to the back of my head.

“Thank you for being my knight in shining army, Buck.” He smiles.

“No one talks about my doll like that.”

“You and Steve going to be having your usually lunch date today?”

“Yup, he should be on his way. It’s a good thing he didn’t see that, he probably would have had an asthma attack.” I chuckle.

“Well, now that your grandstand moment is over, why don’t you make yourself useful and go fetch the armored heifer for me.” He chuckles and heads back to the kitchen.

Bucky is such a regular part of the diner that no one who works here questions him coming and going for me.

He comes back with the milk, handing it to me to fill a customer’s glass.

“You know, as often as I’m here, you’d think they’d have seen me by now.” I chuckle, it is true. Just then, the door dings open, and here comes an exhausted Steve. Once he gets up to us, he’s leaning over, panting and gasping for breath. I pour him a glass of water while Bucky comes up to him, leaning over to pat him on the back.

“You ran here didn’t you, punk?” He just gulps and nods. I hand him a glass of water and watch him gulp it down so fast if you blinked you’da missed it.

“Slow down, Steve. There’s not water shortage here, ya know.” He just smiles at me before coming to give me a hug. As tiny as Steve is, I’m still a tad bit smaller than he his. He takes pride in that as well.

“Hey, doll.” Steve is the only guy Bucky allows to call me doll besides him, and I think it’s kinda cute.

I met Bucky through Steve, actually. Steve was at the same movie theatre as I and my sister was, and this punk in front of both of us kept talking too loud and no one could hear the movie, Steve was the only guy who was brave enough to speak up, and he ended up getting his ass handed to him in an alleyway. I just happened to be walking by that particular ally when I saw him getting beat up, and I know a fight is no place for a woman but I couldn’t help it. I had to step in and help him. The man ended up slapping me in the fact, but it didn’t stop me. Bucky ended up swooping in and saving the day, and stealing my heart in the process. A thief and a hero, all at once.

“Well, you boys better take yourself a seat and I’ll get your orders in. Unless, of course, you wanted something different tonight?” They both sit down, Steve across from Bucky.

“No doll, just half a burger for each of us.” I nod and head to the kitchen. We aren’t rich, but we’re rich in spirit, and that’s all we need. I get a free meal every week that I work without missing a day, and I usually take it home and split it with Bucky, sometimes Steve too if he’s around. We can only afford one meal today, and with some of Steve’s help they’re able to get one meal and split it. It might seem like a sad situation, but we’ve become used to it and it doesn’t even phase us. After the burger is done, I ho up to retrieve it, only to see there’s two burgers there.

“Uh, Roy? You made two burgers, I only needed one.” He turns and smiles at me. Roy is the owner of the shop, and I’ve worked for him for 4 years.

“I know, dolly. Go ahead and give them to your boys, you guys deserve it. It’s on the house.” My eyes tear up, and I quickly wipe them away.

“Aw Roy…you don’t have to do th-”

“Hush. It’s no problem, now go.” He winks at me and I smile, taking both the plates before taking them to my boys. When I set them down on the table, they both look up to me with an eyebrow raised.

“I don’t know, he said it would be on the house.” Bucky breaks out into a huge grin and stands up, placing a kiss on my lips.

“Well, I feel like this would be as god a time as any, as this day just keeps getting better!” I raise my eyebrow. Steve looks towards his best friend, smiling. Before I can comprehend what’s happening, or ask Bucky what’s happening, he gets down on one knee, pulling a small velvet box out of his pocket.

My hands instinctively go to my mouth, and my knees almost buckle.

“(Y/N), I will never forget the day I met you. Standing up for my best friend, risking your own safety to protect someone else you didn’t even know. I knew right then and there that you were something special, and that I wanted to make you mine. I was shocked when you actually agreed to go out with me, seeing as my reputation around here wasn’t great, but you looked past that and gave me a chance. And here we are 5 years later, and I hope I’ve made every day since then as enjoyable as I know how to, and I hope you will let me continue to make you happy as Mrs. Barnes for the rest of our lives. Will you marry me?” He opens the box and reveals a tiny diamond ring. I had been trying to keep the tears behind during his speech, so I could see his handsome face. I nod my head furiously before my knees finally give, and buckle. Bucky catches me on the way down, lifting me up and kissing me deeply. There’s an ocean of ‘aw’s’ and people clapping, Steve being one of them. Still in the throws of bliss, I almost miss Roy coming up to us, patting Bucky on the back before pressing a kiss to my cheek.


“Congratulations you two. Now, why don’t I get you guys a couple of to go boxes and you can take the rest of the day off.” My day has just gotten so much better, I can’t believe he FINALLY proposed to me! Taking my two boys with me, and admiring my left hand all the way home to eat our dinner as a tiny family. My life is awesome, but, all good things must come to an end it seems…

PERMANENT TAG LIST: @marvel-fanfiction, @cassandras-musings

● ———— DEVIL’S REJECTS SENTENCE STARTERS.

* triggering content below, proceed to read/reblog with caution!

’ If you’re gonna start the killing, you best start it right here. ’
’ Make sure I’m all the way dead, because I’ll come back and make you my bitch! ’
’ Chinese, Japanese, Dirty knees, look at these! ’
’ What you lookin’ at? ’
’ I’m lookin’ at you, _________. ’
’ Yeah, you see something you like? ’
’ I set my standards pretty low, so I’m never disappointed. ’
’ Oh, well I don’t disappoint. ’
’ Please, mister. This is insane. ’
’ ‘Cause it’s definitely getting chiseled on your tombstone. ’
’ Is the shit on? ’
’ Please… Stop… ’
’ Stop? Bitch, I have just started. ’
’ I bet all the girls/guys wanna fuck you. ’
’ Would you say that again? ’
’ Do you kiss your mama with that mouth? ’
’ That ain’t the only thing I do with this mouth. ’
’ I’m gonna have to be taking your car today. ’
’ What’s that about clown business? ’
’ Do I stutter, bitch? ’
’ There is no fuckin’ ice cream in your fuckin’ future. ’
’ I think I’m gonna be wanting some ice cream in about ten miles. ’
’ Don’t you fucking imitate me, it’s fucking rude! ’
’ I know what I know and I know I don’t like that nut sack… ’
’ Two fucking seconds for the kid, is that gonna kill you? ’
’ Yes, it is going to kill me! ’
’ What the fuck is your problem? I’m in and out in two seconds! ’
’ What the fuck is your problem? ’
’ I think I’m gonna get me some tutti fucking fruity. ’
’ Tutti fucking fruity, that sounds good! ’
’ Tutti Fuckin Fruity! ’
’ Here’s the list of names I need you to run down for me. ’
’ That’s a funny-ass name. ’
’ Just tell me if anything connects. ’
’ Shit always floats our way, don’t it? ’
’ You keep your mouth open wide enough maybe you’d catch it all. ’
’ Have fun scraping all them brains up off the road. ’
’ You’re smoking dope. ’
’ You recognize the clown? ’
’ Well, mother pin a rose on me, that is so great! ’
’ I want these motherfuckers dead! Kill ‘em! ’
’ What’s the matter, kid? Don’t ya like clowns? ’
’ Why? Don’t we make ya laugh? Aren’t we fuckin’ funny? ’
’ I’m gonna kill your whole fucking family. ’
’ All right, now get your fuckin’ ass out the car. Go on. ’
’ They’re even better than the real thing, ya know? ’
’ I love famous people! They’re even better than the real thing, ya know? ’
’ Consider me fuckin’ Willy fuckin’ Wonka! ’
’ You ain’t goin’ nowhere, bitch! ’
’ What? Are you calling me a whore? ’
’ I was going to take it easy on you and make it fast. ’
’ I was going to take it easy on you but then you had to go and play the fucking hero! ’
’ Hurry up and don’t take too fucking long. ’
’ I am the devil, and I am here to do the devil’s work. ’
’ You’ve got to hustle that pussy, baby. ’
’ Did you hear what he called me, boss? ’
’ Find a new angle and you might attract a higher clientele. ’
’ Jesus Christ, what a fucking mess. ’
’ There must be one hundred yards of bloody asphalt and corpse chunks. ’
’ You listen to me, and you listen good! ’
’ I am gonna kill every member of your family! ’
’ You listen to me, and you listen good! I am gonna kill every member of your family! ’
’ I’m gonna hunt them down like the animals they are, and I’m gonna skin em’ alive! ’
’ They’re gonna crawl on on their hands and knees, and they’re gonna beg me for mercy! ’
’ They are going to feel the pain and suffering of every last victim! ’
’ But all I’m gonna have for them is pain! Pain and death! ’
’ Give me some sugar, bitch. Make it sweet. ’
’ I keep thinking about old times. Like when you was a fucking baby. ’
’ Shoot me! Shoot me right in the ass! ’
’ So what do you wanna do? ’
’ I knew that fucking cunt would do something stupid! ’
’ Open the fucking door! Open the goddamn door! ’
’ What are you gonna do? Shoot me? ’
’ Shoot me? What did I ever really do to you? ’
’ I swear I’ll do it! I’ll kill you! ’
’ Why would you wanna kill me? I’m your only hope. ’
’ Why would you wanna kill me? ’
’ There ain’t no bullets in this thing. It’s all fucking mind power. ’
’ I think I can still smell your wife’s pussy stink on my gun… ’
’ Where the hell you goin’? Damn it. ’
’ I feel contrite about blowin’ his brains out. ’
’ Sir, you think we’re gonna die here today? ’
’ You had to come all fuckin’ big stick, walkin’ tall, like a big fuckin’ hero. ’
’ Look at you now, hero, you’re gonna fuckin’ bleed to death! ’
’ Meow, meow, here pussycat. ’
’ You gonna take me back to your room and play with me? ’
’ Will you just keep your head in the business at hand here! ’
’ Are you staring at my sister and thinking bad thoughts? ’
’ Woo hoo! I feel like we’re all really getting to know each other now! ’
’ Everyone loves me. Don’t you pretend you don’t fancy me. ’
’ Does she like it when you puke? I mean is that part of your deal? ’
’ Well there ain’t no what, that’s the end of the road. ’
’ Killing sounds so permanent. ’
’ It don’t scare me none and it don’t suddenly make you a fucking hero. ’
’ I want lightning to come and crash down upon my fucking head! ’
’ You could go piss yourself for all I care. ’
’ If you want special favors you gotta give me something in return. ’
’ I tried to walk the line but now I realize there is no line. ’
’ Maybe he had a divine moment when his brains hit the floor. ’
’ I want you to see what happens to heroes… ’
’ I can’t fucking wait! You want it? Here it is, come and get it. ’
’ I want them alive long enough so I can piss in their faces. ’
’ Oh man! I could hear that bone shatter all the way from back here! ’
’ Looks like you’re not getting off that easy. Huh, bitch? ’
’ I bet you scare lots of folks, don’t ya? ’
’ You want a piece of this motherfucker? You want a piece of this? ’
’ What’s that I smell? I smell rabbit! ’
’ You bring us all the way out here and this prick pulls a gun on us? ’
’ Why don’t you get back on your fucking horse and ride. ’
’ Next time, we go someplace else. ’
2

Darry has a fight with Ponyboy’s new English Teacher…

You had a long night ahead of you grading paper that were due the next day, the whole week you had been awful sick and you just hadn’t gotten around to it. You sat in your classroom, it was way past 7, and you should’ve been gone hours ago. 

So, when a loud knocking sounded at your door you had to stop yourself from screaming. 

“Come in” You breathed, you looked up the moment the door opened and right before you, you saw the most beautiful set of pale blue eyes staring back at you… if he was the ocean he’d have swallowed you whole, and you weren’t sure if you’d mind. 

“Mrs Y/L/N, I presume?” He stated in a stern voice, he folded his arms and it seems as though he was sizing you up. Uh oh- confrontation- the last thing you needed. 

You assumed it was another Soc’s big brother wanting nothing more than to yell at you for giving their sibling a bad mark, maybe he’d even try to buy you off with money that you didn’t want. Maybe he’d threaten you like Charlie O’Brien’s big brother did last week… the possibilities were endless. 

“Yes, is there anything I can do for you, Mr…” You trailed off, waiting for the last name so you knew just what you were dealing with. You got up from off your chair and you extended your hand. 

“Mr Curtis. Ponyboy is my kid brother.” 

“Oh.” You said in surprise. “Is something wrong? Is he okay?” You were feeling slightly panicked, had something happened to him on the way home? Was it another no good Soc picking on the younger greaser kids? Did he get beat up? 

“He came home upset the other day, because of you!” His voice was raised and you involuntarily took a step back from him. “He said you accused him of plagiarism.” 

“Mr Curtis, please-” You tried to explain yourself. You felt horrible, you hadn’t meant for him to take it that way. 

“What you think that because he is a Greaser he is stupid? I’ll bet you’re one of those Socials that look down your nose at us. I’ll bet-”

“First of all, Mr Curtis” You yelled, closing the distance between the two of, so you were looking directly in his eyes. (or up at them). “Don’t you dare belittle me, you don’t know me.” 

“I know you’re a snobby soc that likes to take the credit away from the likes of my kid brother-”

“I’m a greaser, just like you, just like Ponyboy. I grew up on the East Side, my parent’s were so poor that they couldn’t afford to feed me and my three little brothers and sisters every night. We were so poor that we almost lost our home. I worked three jobs to help my parent’s keep our home and to feed us. You know how I got here? Pure dumb luck. I got a scholarship that probably shouldn’t have been given to me in the first place.” 

For the first time this afternoon Darry was silent. He didn’t know what to say to you. He was beginning to feel foolish. 

“But you know what I see when I look at your brother? A goddamn genius. He has something special Mr Curtis and it’s your duty to make sure he doesn’t lose that gift. He writes beautifully, he talks beautifully. One day he is going to make something of himself, he is going to leave us all behind. And let me tell you, I don’t know a single kid who deserves it more. And that is the truth.” 

“He said you accused him-” This time he was speaking softly, all suspicions of malice was lifted from his voice. 

“He took what I said the wrong way. I asked him to stay back after class and I asked him if he wrote it. And do you know why I asked him? Because it’s beautiful. It’s absolutely beautiful. It’s poetic, it is something you could never expect a young 15 year old kid to write. He writes of loss and tragedies… and he turns it into a masterpiece. I couldn’t comprehend someone so young writing something like this. So yes, I did ask him, but I never said I didn’t believe him.” 

You walked away from him, your heels clicking on the cold, wooden floor. You made your way to your desk and opened the draw, pulling out a 15 page document. 

“Read it, Mr Curtis. You’ll be lost for words.” 

I’ve Always Wanted More

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 1496

Author’s Note: I wanted some angst, so I decided to make this and use prompts that I found on tumblr and I have finally finished it. Thanks to the lovely @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me! :)


Originally posted by allpeopleareincredible


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Reminiscence.

Memories are recollections of past events that have occurred throughout our lives. The most precious memories are of the special moments we share with the people we love. These timeless treasures become imprinted in our hearts and in our minds forever and even when we are reminded of them, they bring us just as much love and joy as before.

The silence was unbelievably loud. Even the softest sound - like a pin drop - would have an echo-equivalent to heavy furniture being tossed around. However, the quietness was surprisingly calm and rather comfortable.

(Your Name) sat in between Justin’s legs. Her head was leaning back against him and was resting comfortably in the crook of his neck. Their hands interlocked with one another under the warm water. Justin had his arms wrapped securely around her waist, keeping her back pressed tightly against his chest.

There were candles all around; a few lining the edge of the bathtub while one larger candle rested on the bathroom counter near the edge, giving the room a dimmed glow.

“What are you thinking about?” Justin asked in a whisper. (Your Name)’s eyes were glued to the marble tile wall ahead, though she wasn’t even looking at the wall at all. The feeling of Justin’s arms around her and the steam rising from the water touching her bare skin and relaxing her muscles sent her into a state of euphoria. She stared off into space, taking in the moment between them so that it would become etched in her heart and her mind like a stone.

“Baby?” Justin muttered in (Your Name)’s ear, this time catching her attention. His lips moved along the base of her neck, brushing ever so gently along her wet skin.

“Hmm?” she hummed before closing her eyes and turning her head towards his chest.

His lips curled into a smile upon noticing the look of relaxation wash over (Your Name)’s face. He placed several feather-like kisses across her right temple. “What’s on your mind, princess?” he asked her once more.

(Your Name) shrugged her shoulders, letting her eyes slowly flutter open so they would meet Justin’s dark honey orbs.

“Just how nice this feels,” she says with a radiant smile. “We should do this more often.” Justin’s smile becomes wider and he lightly kisses the tip of her nose. “We will, baby girl, I promise,” he says in a soft voice.

Once again, there was a sedative silence that became engulfed around them. (Your Name) slowly turned her body onto her side so that her cheek was resting flat on Justin’s chest. The steady thump of his heartbeat pounded in her ear, she closed her eyes and listened to its rhythmic pulse. Justin lifted their hands that were still intertwined from the water and brought them up to his lips.

“Tell me a story,” (Your Name) whispered, lifting her head up to see Justin kissing each of her fingers.

Confusion sets in Justin’s eyes and his lips break away from (Your Name)’s hand.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

(Your Name) gave him a soft smile and once again settled her head back down on his chest. “Tell me a story… I want to listen to your voice.” She lightly kissed the crown tattoo underneath his collarbone and laid her cheek flat against his chest.

Justin couldn’t resist the smile creeping across his lips. Leaning back against the cast iron tub - feeling the coldness touch his perspiring skin - he began drawing imaginary circles all over (Your Name)’s back with his left hand while his right entangled within her damp, tangled locks.

“Remember the first time I asked you out?”

(Your Name)’s heart fluttered as the sudden memory of Justin asking her out on a date for the first time flooded her mind. She let out a hinted giggle as she remembers the very first thing she ever said to him.

“And I flat out said no?” she added.

The flashback of meeting Justin for the first time suddenly clouded over her memory.

They met during a period of (Your Name)’s life where she had created a huge wall between herself and others, isolating her trust and reliability in other people.

She wasn’t looking for a relationship. In fact, even friendship became something she was too afraid to get wrapped up in. She wanted to spare herself of feeling the pain of loneliness and heartbreak again.

Justin was a bit of a bachelor; he dated a lot but he had never been in a committed relationship. He would meet a girl, take her on a few dates and before things would turn serious, he would suggest that they only be friends. He called it - keeping his options open - until he found the right girl.

He ran away from ever chance to fall in love until he met (Your Name). The first time he saw her, she was sitting at a table outside of a small coffee shop studying for a college exam. He took one look at her and instantly became enraptured by her.

Her hair was pinned up in a low messy bun to prevent it from falling in front of her face. She would occasionally push her reading glasses up after they had slid down the bridge of her nose. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He nonchalantly watched her as she turned each page of her book; her left hand clutched into a fist while her chin rested above it as it was held up by her elbow. Her innocent appeal is what attracted him to her.

Justin then made the bold move and finally approached her to say hello. She lifted her eyes from her book and when they met his, she gave him welcoming smile. There was an instant attraction between them as they sat at that table and talked for almost three hours; they shared their interests with each other and were immediately surprised to realize just how much they had in common.

With every word, Justin became more interested in (Your Name); the more he learned about her, the more he wanted to know. Finally, Justin made the brave decision and asked (Your Name) on a date, admitting he wished to see her again.

However, he was quickly rejected when (Your Name) said that she was not looking for a relationship. Though Justin was figuratively in the same boat, he somehow felt a strong connection to her. He confessed to her that he enjoyed talking to her and that he wanted to get to know her more. He then asked her for her phone number and asked to see her again; not as a romantic date but simply as a meeting between two friends.

Though she was still skeptical, (Your Name) evidently gave in and agreed to meet him again. They both exchanged numbers and made plans to meet up the following night.

Lifting her head off his chest, (Your Name) looked up at Justin; his face was blank and free of any expression but she could see that he was holding back his laughter. Finally, he let out a burst of laughter and smiled.

“When you turned me down, it literally felt like a punch to the gut,” he began, his eyes then moved downwards and locked onto (Your Name). “But when I first saw you, I knew in my heart there was something special about you and I deeply wanted to find out what it was. When I asked you out and you said no, I could see it in your eyes that you were holding something back and I think that’s what made me want to get to know you more. Thinking back on it now, that was one of the best days of my life.”

He stopped and stared at (Your Name) for a moment, taking in every detail on her face; the loose strands of hair that was stuck to her damp forehead, her natural rosy cheeks, her button nose, the almost invisible freckles under each of her glistening blue eyes that reminded him of the Caribbean ocean.

“The second best day of my life is when we actually had our first date,” Justin smirked and gave (Your Name) a wink. (Your Name) grinned, thinking back to that amazing night on the beach. That was the first of many times in which (Your Name) would witness Justin’s romantic side.

“I remember that night like it was yesterday,” (Your Name) sighed happily.

“You really took me by surprise.”

“I know,” Justin replied.

“I was so nervous, I wanted everything to be perfect. I had only known you for about two weeks but I was beginning to lose control of my feelings for you so I wanted to do something extra special for you. I knew you deserved better than just an ordinary dinner or movie date and flowers and chocolates.”

He knew how to make things sound like they came directly out of a Nicholas Sparks’ novel, and that’s exactly how that night felt.

Even at just the instant thought brought back the same feeling as it did before.

That was the night (Your Name) knew she was in love with him. For the first time in her life, she was swept off of her feet and left speechless by how much effort Justin put into making the date special.

She had never seen anything more beautiful in her life. The sun was setting over the ocean, painting the sky a bright shade of pink. A trail of rose petals lined with small candles began on the end of the boardwalk.

As (Your Name) followed the aisle down the beach, she was immediately taken by surprise by the sight of a small wooden table accompanied by two chairs, the rose petals circling around it. There were four polls planted into the sand, one in each corner holding up the bright fairy lights above.

Justin stood in the sand with a bouquet of pink roses in his hand. They sat and talked while admiring the sunset. When it became dark, the moon and the stars illuminated the night sky. It was then that Justin admitted his feelings for (Your Name). Despite only knowing each other for less than a month, he referred their time together as the greatest few weeks of his life and that there was no doubt in his mind he wanted to be with her.

(Your Name) began to tear up as she heard those words. Before meeting Justin, she had her mind and heart set on anything but a relationship and the weeks she spent getting to know him made her walls fall down and her vulnerability slowly fade away.

For the first time in a long time, she said those three little words. Three little words she had almost forgotten the meaning of.

“You were the first person to ever make me feel like I mattered. I never thought I would ever meet someone who would do something so special like that just for me. You gave me a whole new perspective on letting people in and showed me that it’s okay to trust people again,” (Your Name) spoke in a hushed whisper, bringing Justin’s hand that overlapped hers up to her lips and gently kissed the top of his hand.

“Is that why you told me you love me?”

His boost of confidence made her giggle.

“Well I would say it was because of your attractive looks but whatever floats your boat,” she teases and gives him a wink.

Justin gasps, placing his free hand over his heart. “That’s harsh, babe,” he says, trying to sound shocked but (Your Name) can hear in his voice that he’s trying hard not to laugh.

“I’m kidding, baby,” (Your Name) says, not wanting to tease him anymore. Her right-hand reaches under his chin, pulling his head down towards hers. She kisses him softly, feeling his lips curl into a smile against hers. “But I do consider your attractive looks to be a pretty good bonus,” she says against his lips and kisses him again.

***

By now, the bath water was slowly beginning to get cold. (Your Name) pulled herself up and stepped out of the tub. Justin followed close behind her and grabbed two towels off of the bathroom counter. Wrapping one around his waist, he wrapped the other around (Your Name)’s body, giving her a quick kiss on her wet shoulder.

Exiting the en suite, (Your Name) entered the bedroom and walked over to the dresser. She picked out a pair of gray fleece pajamas and a white top with forearm length sleeves. She quickly dried herself off and changed into them. Justin changed into just a pair of gray sweatpants and turned off the lights in the bathroom as well as the bedroom before climbing into bed next to (Your Name).

Crawling in underneath the cotton sheets - letting its warmth engulf around him - Justin embraced (Your Name), enclosing his arms around her waist. For a moment, neither of them spoke; Justin’s cool breath - that had a hint of peppermint - penetrated the base of (Your Name)’s neck, sending a shiver up her spine. Her hand gently grasps his forearm.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting every muscle in her body relax.

“Do you remember the first night I held you in my arms like this?”

Justin mumbled, his lips brushing swiftly against (Your Name)’s neck.

Thinking back to that night in Justin’s home, a smile etched across (Your Name)’s lips. She turned herself over so she was laying on her back. Justin pushed himself upward, holding his body weight up on his elbow.

“You fell asleep on my lap and I watched you for hours…not trying to sound creepy,” Justin chuckled while scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“I remember how peaceful you looked. I didn’t want to wake you so I carried you up here so you would be more comfortable. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you for a second, you looked so beautiful. Finally, I wrapped my arms around you and within seconds I passed out. It was the first good night sleep I had in a long time.”

Reminiscing that night in his mind, Justin wandered off into a daydream.

“How’s your headache?” Justin asked.

(Your Name) groaned as she laid across the living room sofa. “My head is pounding…like someone is hitting me constantly with a sledgehammer,” she buried her face into one of the gray cushions that accompanied the couch and curled her legs up so that her knees were tight to her chest.

Justin sat on the edge of the sofa beside her and handed her a glass of water and two small tablets. “Here, takes these, they should make you feel better.” (Your Name) sat up long enough to take the Advil and consume a few sips of water before laying back down.

“Can I get you anything else, sweetheart?” he asked generously, combing his fingers through her hair. (Your Name) shook her head and closed her eyes. The pounding in her head was too unbearable to stay awake.

Justin smiled sadly at (Your Name). He didn’t know what else to do, he just wanted to make her as comfortable as possible.

Then he got an idea.

Grabbing the other couch cushion, he sat on the opposite end of the sofa. “Babe?” he whispered. (Your Name) opened her eyes and saw Justin sitting with the pillow on his lap. “Come here,” he smiled and patted down on the pillow, motioning her to lay her head in his lap. Pulling herself up, she moved closer to him and laid her head down on the pillow. Justin began brushing through her hair with his fingers, soothing her.

“Better?” he asked.

With her eyes closed once again, (Your Name) nodded her head and snuggled down into his lap. Justin leaned down and gently kissed her temple. “Try and get some rest, baby,” he continued to brush through her hair as he watched her. Within minutes, (Your Name) was sound asleep.

It had felt like hours they had been sitting there. Justin watched (Your Name) as she slept peacefully in his lap. She looked so peaceful; so relaxed. Justin couldn’t help but smile from time to time, combing through her tangled hair and watching her chest slowly rise up and down with every breath.

It was almost midnight and (Your Name) began to stir in her sleep. Knowing she would be more comfortable upstairs, Justin scooped her up in his arms, careful to not wake her up and carried her up to his room.

He laid her down on the mattress and pulled the blankets over her, letting her sink into the comfort of the bed sheets and climbed in beside her.

He now had a clear view of her face and he stared at her in awe. This was a side of her that he had never seen before; the way her hair was sprawled out over the pillow behind her; the way her eyelids flickered like she was dreaming; her breathing was at a slow and alternating pace. Her whole face just looked so much at ease. Her natural beauty was really showing for the first time.

Wanting to be closer to her, Justin moved in and wrapped his arm around her waist. He carefully pulled her into his chest, letting her head rest comfortably underneath his chin. With his right arm draped over her hip, his left arm curled under her head until his hand rested on the back of her head.

He held her in his arms, not ever wanting to let her go. Though she was highly unaware of it, (Your Name) made him feel safe and happy, unlike anyone else has ever made him feel. Everything about her was perfect to him. It was hard to resist just how deeply and unbelievably in love he is with her.

“I love you.”

He knew she most likely didn’t hear him but he felt like he had to say it. Every chance he got to say those three words - whether she heard them or not - he would take it.

Kissing the top of her head, Justin’s eyes fluttered shut and he slowly drifted off into a peaceful slumber. The countless sleepless nights were now far behind him.

All because of her.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling through his mouth, Justin looked at (Your Name) and smiled. The memories brought back every feeling; every emotion, and they felt just the same in the present as they did 3 years ago.

“Before that night, I had never slept in the same room as someone else let alone the same bed, especially with a guy,” (Your Name) could feel her cheeks getting warm as she spoke. “You were the first one…you were the first of many things for me and looking back at it all now, I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.”

Justin smiled, gently tracing the shape of her jaw with his fingers. “I can’t imagine my life without you… ever since that day I saw you sitting in that café, you’ve turned my life around. Every memory I have with you, I cherish more and more each day. I love you with all my heart and soul, (Your Full Name).”

“I love you too, more than you’ll ever know.”

Embracing her cheek in the palm of his hand, Justin leaned in slowly until his lips overlapped with (Your Name)’s.

Switching off the lamp on the bedside table, they both settled down under the blankets. “Sweet dreams,” (Your Name) whispered, giving Justin’s cheek a quick kiss before snuggling down into his chest. “Goodnight, baby girl,” he kisses the top of her head and laid his head on the pillow with his chin touching her head.

It didn’t take long for both of them to feel their eyes flutter shut. Holding onto each other and wrapping themselves into their warm embrace, they felt a peaceful dullness wash over them within seconds.

The End