whoever that chick is

it won’t always be perfect, no.
you will get jealous when he laughs
with someone who isn’t you,
or when his skin lands on somebody else’s
which isn’t yours.
you will get angry at him
for being late at your dates,
because he will reason out his work,
his work, his work, and his other “guy” friends.
you will get annoyed at him for
tickling your neck when you’re having
a bad day, when he’s only trying
to give you a good time.
you will get lonely when he would not
send you a message when he’s away
for a week in a military camp.
you will be mad at him
for having missed an anniversary greeting.
you will be pissed at him
when he was not able to eat the lunch that
you so dutifully prepared for him
(which by the way, woke you up at 4 am
and you had to mess up your kitchen
because he had to be at the hospital at 5:30).
you will envy those patients he treats with tenderness
especially when you were the one who needs his help.
you will hate him on some days
when you feel like he’s fading away from you,
or when you feel like he’s losing his grip on your life.
you will be scared when he would not talk
to you for a week because of a fight
over some hot chick named “Jennifer” or “Layla” or whoever.
you will be worried when he won’t reply
to any of your texts because you know he could
die any moment and if it happens, you hope
most in the world that you’re with him.
he won’t die anyways, not yet,
but your paranoia will make you really, really worried
that you can’t do anything all day
but cry and cry as you stare
at the same spot on your bedroom wall
filled with moments you’ve both shared over the past 22 years.
all these will happen while you’re in love with him.
but remember that on these moments,
he will always be there.
he will hug you and rub his skin against yours
to keep you from being jealous.
he will stay up with you all night
just to let you know that he will always be there
even when he’s got his own work and other “guy” friends,
and to show you you’re still the dearest thing to him.
he will tickle your lips with the hairs on his face
when you’re having a bad day, because he
knows, no matter how hard you hide it,
that it is the only thing that can make your day better.
and when he comes back from those military camps,
he will cook you breakfast at 10 in the morning,
and will spend his entire day without you losing
sight of him, because he missed you too even more
than you missed him.
he will apologize for not eating the lunch you’ve prepared for him,
and when he comes home, like a child
he will show you an empty lunch box,
and you will make your way to the kitchen
to make out and nothing more.
he will go home and tell you stories of his
patients, their sorrows and struggles and how he felt like he was needed in
their lives, and you will then think of how blessed you are
to have such a man whose ways are nobler than anybody you’ve met,
and your envy will dissolve into a proud smile.
he will hold you and reminisce with you
just to let you know that he will always, always be there,
so all your hate, your worries and fears of him going away
will be lost in a sea of happy memories and he will
always be there to remind you, that he never will ever
leave your side until you’re alive, and to this promise
he will be true, and you know he will.
he will cure your paranoia over the years
not because he is one of the best doctors the world
has ever seen, but because he is the best lover in the world,
a jewel you found in your darkest of times.
he will not take your love for granted, even when
he sometimes feels like you’re taking his for granted.
he will not let you feel how scared he also is
that he might not see you again every single day,
because he knows how this will lead to
a day of crying and continuous conversations of the same thing
over and over for the entire day.
he won’t tell you this, instead he will give you assurance
and your smile will be the only assurance that he will need
to go on through the day.
he will get tired, and you will, too,
but nights where you get to relive the moment you first met
under the stars on a blanket over the grass
at the university oval will be enough motivation
for the both of you to stay in love for one more day.
all these will happen while you’re in love with him and he with you.
and as long as you’re both living, each day you see
each other smile, you know in your own selves,
that whatever happens while you’re both in love
with each other, it will be and always will be good.
—  Poem #02 from a collection titled Where Else Will I Find Your Love
Alexander Nylander - Permission Part Six

Really hope you guys are still enjoying this!

Word Count: 1565

Warnings: Cursing

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten


*Alex POV*

It happened so suddenly. We were all sitting down enjoying our time together. I was so glad to see y/n and Kappy getting along. He’s become one of my good friends out here, I trust him a lot. Y/N was explaining her job to Kappy. I sit there and admire how excited and proud she is to explain it. I turn my head for a moment and that’s when I saw Will walk into the restaurant. Anxious, I started to fidget, not knowing what to do. If he sees me he’s going to blow up and cause a scene. The last thing I want is to piss him off even more. He still brings up the first night every once in a while. I could always stay here and risk him possibly seeing me, but it would be better if I could convince him to leave.

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do not go gentle into that good night.  
          rage, rage against the dying of the light. ❞

The Thunder Rolls - Finale

Pairing: Dean × Reader

Word Count: About 3000

Summary: Dean and Sam are on a case in your hometown but the trail is running cold. Dean is hoping to make a move before they leave town and start another case.

Part 1

Part 2

Warnings: Domestic Violence, Swearing

Please, if you are or ever find yourself in a situation of domestic violence, *do not hesitate* to reach out for help, support, or just to talk to someone about what is going on. The United States National Hotline (24/7 and Confidential) is 1-800-799-7233. This blog (http://togetherweare-strong.tumblr.com/helpline) also has hotlines for multiple other countries.

This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors.

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The sun warmed your back as you slept gently in Dean’s bed, you could hear birds chirping and still a few soft drops of rain. Sam went out for breakfast and borrowed a car to swing by your house to stake out, trying to get a better idea if Travis was still around. Dean promised he would stay by your side. He fell lightly asleep in the lounge chair off in the corner of the room, trying to catch up on his own sleep deprivation.

You slightly awoke when Sam came through the door. Once you were fully conscious, you decided to act like you were still sleeping, hoping to hear some information he might not disclose if you were awake. Dean you fully trusted but Sam you still had yet to figure out. He seemed strictly business.

“Hey,” Sam whispered to Dean while shaking him awake.

“What? What?” Dean waved him away. “I’m up.” He said running his hands through his hair.

Dean watched you sleeping, wondering how you had managed to remain this peaceful. Probably because you were so exhausted you couldn’t dream, he thought. Sam sat down across from Dean after placing the to-go cups of coffee on the table in between them. Dean took one and started sipping it down.

“So, you find out anything?” Dean questioned.

“He wasn’t at the house, but there was plenty of sulfur pinning him there.” Sam started and he looked at you to make sure you were still sleeping. “He cleaned up too, in a rush, but it looks like he doesn’t want to draw too much attention to himself.”

“What about the factory?” Dean asked.

“Spoke with a supervisor. He called in sick today.” Sam explained.

“Hmm… “ Dean thought. “Maybe back with whoever this other chick was?”

“Or hunting her.” Sam nodded in your direction.

“The three of them didn’t seem so obsessive.” Dean argued going back to earlier in the case.

“Maybe it was triggered when it possessed Travis, by their past. Based on her story, I don’t think he is done seeking her out.” Sam reasoned.

“Then we should get her as far away as possible.” Dean said going for the Impala’s keys.

“Or we could use it to our advantage.” Sam suggested.

“I already said we are not using her as bait, I’m not going to repeat myself again.” Dean growled in your defense.

You couldn’t take lying still anymore and mustered whatever courage you had.

“I want to help.” You said standing up, trying not to wince in pain to convince them you were able.

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All About Us -- Castiel x Reader

Pairing: Cas x Reader

Imagine teaching Castiel how to slow dance

A/N: You would not BELIEVE how many times I’ve written and rewritten this damn story just to get the feel for it right. -_- I seriously hope I’ve gotten it right this time.

Song – “All About Us” - He is We (click the link and give this song a listen if you haven’t already. It’s great!)

Originally posted by magneticcas

“It’s strange.”

You looked up from your book. “What is, Cas?”

The angel gestured to the television. On the screen, the two main characters were lost in each other’s eyes, swaying rhythmically to the swelling music as the camera panned over the gazebo adorned with twinkling string lights.

You cocked an eyebrow. “What exactly is the strange part about this, Cas?”

“What exactly are they doing?” he asked, his eyes narrowed in wonder as his head tilted to the side.

“They’re dancing,” you explained.

“Is that what that is?”

“Yeah. You’ve never seen dancing before?”

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ohmygosh i love stardew valley so much. I mean, it is basically harvest moon, but WAY BETTER and i love harvest moon. In stardew valley, you get to fight monsters! You get to craft so many things! There is a wizard and everybody is just like “oh yeah, the wizard? he just hangs around. w/e.” 

and the best part? There is no difference between men and women’s clothes, hair, hats, etc. YOU CAN BE AS GENDER FLUID AS YOU WANT. ALSO AS GAY AS YOU WANT. You can marry whoever is denoted as “single” whether it be a dude or a chick! 

And your spouse doesn’t turn into a mindless automaton after you get married! They keep their jobs if they have one! They keep their hobbies! You get to see openly affectionate male characters! You actually have to work on the relationship after you get married to show your spouse you care for them!

The fishing minigame can go fuck itself though

anonymous asked:

Honestly the girl nominated for break out star for the loo is one of the few not problematic actors/characters (Gaia) so I feel bad anti voting her but Lili Reinhart needs to be taken down.

Vote for whoever you want tho, if you like the other chick throw a votes for her.

Those eyes - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Those eyes

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: Hello! I have a DeanXReader request! Would you be able to write a fluffy dean fic as he helps her wit her boxing and combat training? If it ended in smut that definitely wouldn’t be a bad thing :) Thanks! I love all of your writing!!

“Need any help with that?” a voice brought you back in reality and you stopped punching the bag and turned to look at the door.

It seemed like whenever you were boxing or combat training you zoned out and the only thing that existed for you was the punching bag and your moves. Breathe, punch and move your feet. From time to time there actually was one more thing in your mind that you wouldn’t dare say out loud but still kept you motivated, and hell maybe got you to improve yourself. What was that thing? Well, not so much a thing as a person. And it varied every time just like the girls Dean flirted with varied. Hence why you wouldn’t say it out loud.

How could you ever do so? It would only mean you admitted your feelings for the hunter and that was something you didn’t want under any circumstances.

“Huh?” you asked breathlessly and he chuckled.

“Help with training I mean.” he had that smirk on his lips and in combination with the way he was taking off that gray jacket of his and was only left in a black shirt and gray pants you found yourself going weak on the knees.

“Oh” you blinked, looking away from him and chuckled awkwardly “Want to be the punching bag?” you raised an eyebrow and he laughed.

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Imagine: Playing video games with Sam and Dean.

Week 8 Hiatus Prompt by @one-shots-supernatural: “No, I said we were safer, not safe.”


Dean leaned back into the couch, head thrown back, hands clutched tightly around the plastic controller. He shook it with frustration letting out an irritated groan.

“God damn it!” He rolled back into a sitting position. “I thought you said we were safe!”

“No…” You tilted in your seat mimicking the avatar on the screen to peer around the corner. “I said, ‘we’re safer,’ not safe.”

Sam’s forefinger sprang into action repeatedly firing over a fallen table into a horde of zombies. You sent your character rolling from the wall across the hall to where Dean’s character stood. You lay waste to the horde coming down the hall in his blind spot.

“How is this safer.” Dean complained taking time to aim and accidently shooting Sam.

“Hey!” Sam threw up his hands. “With you playing, it isn’t!”

You laughed hopping reckless into the horde exchanging gun for chainsaw. Your controller vibrated violently as you hacked at a particularly bloated and toxic zombie. The boys tactfully stood back picking off the others from gaining on you. Finally, the zombie exploded above you showering the area in a gruesome sludge. To your direct left you caught Sam shaking his head softly hiding a chuckle.

“What?” You glanced at him and he shook his head again.

“Nothing. I guess video games really are an outlet to do things you never would do.”

“What are you talking about. We ganked the undead on a regular basis!” Dean replied snatching up a shot gun with glee.

“No, but usually, Y/n would never charge in head first… chainsaw blazing.”

You shrugged, “Well, yeah. That’d be stupid.” You leaned forward to smirk at Dean on the far end of the couch. “I’m not Dean!”

“Hey-”

“And normally Dean would take lead instead of barely being able to play.” Sam continued his explanation. “In video games you can be whoever you want to be.”

“I guess that explains why you’re a chick, Sammy.” Dean chuckled slapping him on the shoulder.

Sam shot him a glare. “This character has the best overall stats!”

You giggled. “And Sam never changes. Always making by the book decisions.”

“Whatever. I’ve got health packs, so c’mere. I’ll heal both of you.”

You moved your character towards Sam happy to receive assistance. When the process finished you moved the camera just in time to see Dean dash ahead. Sam frowned.

“C’mon, man! Wait up, you need to heal first!”

I hid a smile as Sam sprinted forward to catch up. Reality may be stranger than fiction, but fantasy seemed spot on to real life after all. You shook your head ready to follow them into the fray

Home Alone Tonight. Chapter 5

Warning! This story is rated M for foul language, sexual content, and adult situations. I do not own Fairy Tail.

Summary:  For the past few years, Natsu’s been dealing with his broken heart. He tries to drown his pain through unhealthy activities, but all it leaves him with is a string of failed relationships and a lot of drunken nights at the bar. He’s been a wreck ever since she left. How will he deal with her return, when his heart is still mangled? Inspired by the Luke Bryan song. Modern AU. NALU

Read Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24.

Read it on FF.net or AO3.

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*The lyrics used in this chapter are from a song called ‘Fix’ by Chris Lane. (If you can’t tell, I have a thing for country songs.)


Chapter Five: Payback Picture

Lucy didn’t say anything else on the matter. She had no idea what a 'payback picture’ was, but she trusted Natsu. He snapped a picture, then pulled the phone closer to them so they could see it. The only word to describe it would be: terrible.

Natsu had a stupid grin on his face, while Lucy looked like she’d just been crying. Granted, she had, but that wasn’t the type of picture he wanted to take. He spent a minute fixing her hair so it would cover up the redness of her eyes. “You gotta look happy,” he said cautiously. “Like we’re having a good time.”

The blonde thought for only a moment before coming up with an idea that was sure to make her look happy, because it would actually make her happy.

“Can I try something then?” She saw how hard he was trying to get a nice picture. It made her want to try just as hard.

“Yeah,” he said, throwing the camera up again. “Say che-”

His words were cut off by Lucy’s lips on his own. He was stunned for a second, staring at the blonde who had her eyes closed. Her left hand came up, her fingers carefully caressing the scar on his cheek, obviously not afraid of his disfigurement.

Since Natsu’s mouth was already open, she didn’t wait for any formalities before invading him. Natsu’s eyes fluttered closed as he accepted the kiss.

Their tongues teased each other while Natsu’s hand up her back. He wanted to touch her more, but they were in public.

Her right hand grabbed his shoulder, making sure he didn’t move away from her. Like hell he’d even try! Lucy’s hand slipped from his cheek to glide into his soft pink hair. She tugged on it, making him moan in her mouth. He was lucky there was music playing. No one around them would be able to hear how much he enjoyed the kiss. He could already feel the heat collecting in his cheeks.

He snapped the picture, then brought his hand down to rest the phone on the counter. He bit at her lower lip, pulling it between his sharp teeth. She whimpered when he released it, wishing he would have continued. He darted his tongue back into her mouth, but it was captured. Lucy sucked on the wet muscle, making him forget everything around him for a split second.

It wasn’t until a customer passing by said, “get a room!” that they broke apart. Natsu was panting, having forgotten that he was supposed to breathe through his nose during a kiss. Lucy’s face was turning red, she tried to contain her smile, but her mouth betrayed her. She was giddy, like a high school girl who just got her first kiss.

Natsu opened his mouth to speak, “I-”

“I love you,” Lucy cut him off, no doubts in her mind on whether she should tell him or not. She wanted him to know how she felt. Natsu jolted back in shock, but she continued. “I never stopped loving you. Every day I thought about you, wondering how you were doing. I’m sorry I didn’t try harder to contact you. I have no good excuses. I never meant to break your heart, and I’m sorry I did. I promise, if you let me, I’ll make it up to you.”

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gravity

title: gravity
genre: angst 
characters: jackson x you
plot: you think he’s cheating on you so you leave but then you find out that you’re pregnant
extras: please excuse grammar and spelling mistakes. thanks for the request. feel free to request here when the ask box opens up.
song: Gravity by Against The Current 

“Where have you been?” You asked annoyed. Jackson had come home late for the past two weeks. You would wake up to find an empty space next to you. You would have to wait until three in the morning just to sleep beside him. 

“You shouldn’t have waited for me,” He grumbled and gently pushed past you.  You could smell the faint aroma of women’s perfume, one that you don’t wear. You watched him take off his jacket as you processed what had just happened in your head. It suddenly all made sense to you. The perfume on his jacket, coming home late, leaving early, barely talking to you…

“New perfume?” You asked accusingly. He looked back at you confused but didn’t answer. “Do you think I’m stupid, Jackson? You don’t think I realize what’s happening? Coming home late, not being there in the morning, not talking to me, not even replying to my texts. And now you have perfume all over your jacket.” You laughed sarcastically and clapped your hands. “You’re a great actor but I can see right through your lies. Who was it? Youngji?”

Jackson looked back at you surprised. You couldn’t actually think he was cheating on you, right? “You’re being ridiculous, Y/N. Let’s go to bed,” He said grabbing your wrist. You quickly slapped his arm away. He finally turned around and let out an exasperated sigh. “You really believe that I would cheat on you?”

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@lostangxls

“There was nothing new or surprising about his father calling to say his new fiancee was moving into the house. This would be wedding number five, probably, but his father was still the same old man he always was. It was either some gold digging former sugar baby or an older woman who ‘got him like no one else ever had’ but Chase knew that no matter who it was, she was in the end, only after his dad’s money. Even though there was an abundance of it, Chase wasn’t about to let anyone come around and cut him out of the will or take half of what was his by birth right. Thankfully college was in the past which meant moving back home to fight whoever this new chick was and whisper the world pre-nup in his father’s and his father’s lawyer’s ears until he got what he wanted. Marching up the path to the large mansion, he smiled as he was happy to be home and dropped his bags in the door for the staff to take to his room, heading right to the kitchen to get something to eat after his trip, finding a hot woman standing there with a designer carry on that screamed that she just arrived too. “ No fucking way…”

CS AU: Unhand the Carnations

So, I came across the Tumblr awful-aus​ and their prompts are anything but awful. I took this one and ran with it because Jones Brothers feels and too much encouragement from wuvtwoowuv​. Thanks to captainodonewithyou​, littlebabeswan​ and katherineswan​ for swooning and soundboarding with me while I wrote this.

So here it is. A big long one-shot of Captain Swan + Jones Brothers fluff, feels and funnies.

Prompt:



~Unhand the Carnations~

“Wanna unhand my carnations before I unhand you, buddy?”

Killian Jones had been caught red handed. Or, well, pink handed considering the beautiful pink carnations he was about the lift from the pretty garden he was standing in. His shoulders slumped in defeat and he turned to face the owner of the garden he’d been stealing from every week for the last two months.

As he turned, a sheepishly guilty expression on his face and an overly charming apology and tall tale on the tip of his tongue, every coherent thought flew out of his head.

She was stunning.

The blonde haired, green eyed goddess stood before him made the beauty of the garden pale in comparison to her own. Killian had never been speechless before but somehow he’d envisioned a middle aged spinster with five cats living in this little out-of-place cottage with the pristine garden. And the young woman stood before him was anything but that.

She was a vision in skinny jeans and red leather.

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