why i had this much problem with it x(

Eyes Closed (Shawn Mendes x Reader)

Warnings: angst-ish and smut. the story will get better!

“Shawn. Shawn. SHAWN!”

“Hmm?”

“God’s sake Shawn, do I even exist?”

“Why of course you do Y/N, I love you-“

“No stop. Please.”

It was too hard. Your boyfriend was obviously passionate about what he did, and you had absolutely no problem with that. But there is a limit between how much time he should spend with his guitar and how much he should spend with you.

For the past couple weeks, you were like a ghost in the house. You two had numerous arguments about this already, about how Shawn was definitely absorbed by his tour; but he would usually come around.

This feeling was absolutely the worst. Seeming unimportant, seeming always like the plan b. And today was the last time you wanted to feel this way.

If Shawn couldn’t give you an ounce of attention, maybe he wasn’t ready for a relationship.

His hand snaked around your waist as he murmured

“You mean the world to me Y/N.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.” You said, backing away.

“I’m so sorry, you know I don’t do it on purpose; it’s just been hectic recently and I’m on tour-“

“Look, I know you’re busy. We all have our busier times, but Shawn. It’s so fucking hard. I don’t see my boyfriend for months at a time. MONTHS. And simply seeing your face on a screen isn’t the same. It’s been three months we spent more than a week together. It’s been three months since we had a romantic date together. It’s been three months I fall asleep alone.” You said, your voice cracking as your vision blurred slightly.

“I need you Shawn.”

“I’m truly sorry Y/N, I promise I will make it up-“

“I’m sick of this! I’m sick of being cast aside and then you always “making it up to me” to cast me away again later on! It hurts too much.”

“I-I” Shawn stammered, panic in his eyes.

He really fucked up this time, he thought to himself.

“It hurts too much to be with you, we’re in a serious relationship and that’s what I expect it to feel like, but instead it feels like a on again off again thing indecisive teens have.”

“I’m sorry Y/N, please I’m begging you; you’re the love of my life-“

You wiped the tears off your face with the back of your hand.

“I’m sorry too. But it’s not working, and the longer I stay, the more I break inside. It’s just, maybe it’s not meant to be…”

“Y/N don’t say that.”

“Fuck I’m sorry. I love you too but I just can’t, I just can’t carry on like this. I know. I know this is your career, but I feel like I’m not strong enough for this relationship. You deserve someone who can support you, even when you’re away.”

You took your bag and walked out the door.

Walking down the street you broke down in tears, them blurring your vision as you took fast steps away from your apartment. You heard Shawn call out desperately behind you, but you just carried on even faster.

Walk away, and forget. Move on, you told yourself. It’s time you stop hurting. But how can you stop the pain if the one who hurt you is also the one who can heal you?

And where the hell were you going? Home was with Shawn, you had literally nowhere else. And so, you turned to something you rarely turned to, only in your most desperate times: alcohol.

Stopping in the middle of a random street you didn’t realize your feet brought you on, you reorientated yourself and walked to the nearest bar.

You obviously weren’t thinking clearly. Barely thinking at this point was more accurate.

“Bartender.”

“Boy do you look a mess.”

“Ain’t that the truth. Gimme something that’ll hit me fast. And hard.”

The bartender took out a bottle of tequila and lime juice and poured some in 10 shot glasses.

“You asked for it miss.” He said, before handing you the line of cups.

You downed one, two, three easily. You were a little bit of a lightweight, so by the sixth you were gone. All sense of judgement was gone, heck all feeling was gone.

You started looking around. You smiled to yourself drunkenly. Taking out your bag, you went to the bathroom and changed into a tight black dress that had a plunging neck line and a slit that went up a little too high up the side of your thigh.

Immediately, you realised you caught the eye of many many men. You noticed one of them looking at you in a manner that you couldn’t resist, so you stared teasingly back.

Under the influence, you made your way slowly to him. All this time, his eyes did not leave you and you loved the attention. You smiled at him mysteriously as you approached.

“Why hello there. I don’t see you here that often.” He whispered to you as you came very close to him.

“I’m guessing you’re a regular here?”
“Yes, but I have never seen such a thing as you.”

You bit your lip up at him as he put his hand on your waist.

“May I have this dance?” He asked.

“Why of course.”

The gentleman led you closer to the band and put both hands on your hips and pulled you closer. You swayed to the music, your eyes never leaving his. He was charming you, and the longer you felt his touch, the more you craved him. It has been so freaking long since you had felt like this, since a man had his entire focus on you.

“Why don’t we go somewhere more private?” he whispered into your ear.

You nodded. He took your hand, and walked you through the crowd. Crossing the street, you made your way into a hotel. The fresh air freshened you up and sobered you up a bit.

But not conscious enough to stop it, and not enjoy it.

The stranger planted his lips on yours, and you reached behind your back to open the door to the nearest room, which was empty. You hopped and put your legs around him, as he supported you and lead you to the bed.

You both collapsed on top of it, and him on top of you started kissing your neck.

Your vision blurred with pleasure. As you closed your eyes, your sense of touch heightened. And his skin on yours felt just like Shawn’s. His lips on you felt just like Shawn.

If you closed your eyes just a little bit harder, you could imagine him being Shawn.

He felt just like him.

And as pleasure washed over you, you moaned out

“Shawn.”

To be continued…

Originally posted by sensualkisses

ANY IDEAS FOR PART 2????

Eyes Closed (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Warnings: angst and smut. also there will be a part two SO IT WILL GET BETTER I PROMISE. ah i can already hear you guys complain abt the plot hahaha but nevertheless i wanna hear your thoughts!!

Originally posted by purplehalsey

“Newt. Newt. NEWT!”

“Hmm?”

“God’s sake Newt, do I even exist?”

“Why of course you do Y/N, I love you-“

“No stop. Please.”

It was too hard. Your boyfriend was obviously passionate about what he did, and you had absolutely no problem with that. But there is a limit between how much time he should spend with his creatures and how much he should spend with you.

For the past couple weeks, you were like a ghost in the house. You two had numerous arguments about this already, about how Newt was definitely absorbed by his creatures; but he would usually come around.

This feeling was absolutely the worst. Seeming unimportant, seeming always like the plan b. And today was the last time you wanted to feel this way.

If Newt couldn’t give you an ounce of attention, maybe he wasn’t ready for a relationship.

His hand snaked around your waist as he murmured

“You mean the world to me Y/N.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.” You said, backing away.

“I’m so sorry, you know I don’t do it on purpose; it’s just been hectic recently and the book is due soon and-“

“Look, I know you’re busy. We all have our busier times, but Newt. It has been a week you spend every night down in your case. It has been two weeks we don’t go to bed together and fall asleep in each other’s arms. It’s been three since we had a proper romantic date to ourselves.” You said, your voice cracking as your vision blurred slightly.

“I need you Newt.”

“I’m truly sorry Y/N, I promise I will make it up-“

“I’m sick of this! I’m sick of being cast aside and then you always “making it up to me” to cast me away again later on! It hurts too much.”

“I-I” Newt stammered, panic in his eyes.

He really fucked up this time, he thought to himself.

“It hurts too much to be with you, we’re in a serious relationship and that’s what I expect it to feel like, but instead it feels like a on again off again thing indecisive teens have.”

“I’m sorry Y/N, please I’m begging you; you’re the love of my life-“

You wiped the tears off your face with the back of your hand.

“I’m sorry too. But it’s not working, and the longer I stay, the more I break inside. It’s just, maybe it’s not meant to be…”

“Y/N don’t say that.”

“Fuck I’m sorry. I love you too but I just can’t, I just can’t carry on like this.”

You took your bag and walked out the door.

Walking down the street you broke down in tears, them blurring your vision as you took fast steps away from your apartment. You heard Newt call out desperately behind you, but you just carried on even faster.

Walk away, and forget. Move on, you told yourself. It’s time you stop hurting. But how can you stop the pain if the one who hurt you is also the one who can heal you?

And where the hell were you going? Home was with Newt, you had literally nowhere else. Queenie and Tina were in another country, and your parents loved Newt and would for sure never cease to bring him up.

And so, you turned to something you rarely turned to, only in your most desperate times: alcohol.

Stopping in the middle of a random street you didn’t realize your feet brought you on, you turned on the spot and landed in front of a poster with a woman with bright red lips.

Entering the pub, you headed straight to the bar as the jazz filled your ears.

You obviously weren’t thinking clearly. Barely thinking at this point was more accurate.

“House-elf.”

“Boy do you look a mess.”

“Ain’t that the truth. Gimme something that’ll hit me fast. And hard.”

The house elf pulled out a bottle of Blishen’s Firewhiskey and poured some in 10 shot glasses.

“You asked for it miss.” He said, before handing you the line of cups.

You downed one, two, three easily. You were a little bit of a lightweight, so by the sixth you were gone. All sense of judgement was gone, heck all feeling was gone.

You started looking around. You smiled to yourself drunkenly. Taking out your wand, you changed your outfit into a tight black dress that had a plunging neck line and a slit that went up a little too high up the side of your thigh.

Immediately, you realised you caught the eye of many many men. You noticed one of them looking at you in a manner that you couldn’t realize, so you stared teasingly back.

Under the influence, you made your way slowly to him. All this time, his eyes did not leave you and you loved the attention. You smiled at him mysteriously as you approached.

“Why hello there. I don’t see you here that often.” He whispered to you as you came very close to him.

“I’m guessing you’re a regular here?”
“Yes, but I have never seen such a thing as you.”

You bit your lip up at him as he put his hand on your waist.

“May I have this dance?” He asked.

“Why of course.”

The gentleman led you closer to the band and put both hands on your hips and pulled you closer. You swayed to the music, your eyes never leaving his. He was charming you, and the longer you felt his touch, the more you craved him.

“Why don’t we go somewhere more private?” he whispered into your ear.

You nodded. He grabbed you closer to him and spun.

Landing, you found yourself in a motel hallway. The Disapparition must’ve sobered you up a tad however, because you became conscious of what was going to happen.

But not conscious enough to stop it, and not enjoy it.

The stranger planted his lips on yours, and you reached behind your back to open the door to the nearest room, which was empty. You hopped and put your legs around him, as he supported you and lead you to the bed.

You both collapsed on top of it, and him on top of you started kissing your neck.

Your vision blurred with pleasure. As you closed your eyes, your sense of touch heightened. And his skin on yours felt just like Newt’s. His lips on you felt just like Newt.

If you closed your eyes just a little bit harder, you could imagine him being Newt.

He felt just like him.

And as pleasure washed over you, you moaned out

“Newt.”

To be continued…

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Movie night

Originally posted by prettieparker86

Accidentallyindreams asked: Hello :) can i please have a Tony x fem!reader imagine with prompt 26? And please make it really fluffy, thanks so much <3

Prompt 26: *reader and character are watching a scary movie and reader gets scared* “aw, is little Y/N scared?” “no, i’m not. but come here and hold me.”

Ship: Tony Padilla x fem!reader

Words: 366

A/N: I had problems writing straight Tony, so I made it more platonic rather than romantic. Sorry if that bothers you. (lmao, I actually high key ship clony!!)


“Human centipede 2?” “NO WAY.” I exclaimed, disgusted at even the thought of such a movie. “Fine then, we’re watching the exorcist, you know it’s my favourite,”Tony replied.

It was our weekly movie night, and I chose last week so it was Tony’s turn this week… Sigh. It’s not that I didn’t like his taste in movies, actually that’s it, I hate scary films, but I watch them just so I have a chance to spend some valuable time with Tony.


“You coming y/n?” He prompts tapping beside him on the couch. “Hey, hold your horses, forgetting something?” You inquire, he frowns, puzzled, so you continue, saying “Snacks!” enthusiastically (best part of watching a film) “Pretzels? Sweets? Popcorn? Chip and dip? Ice cream?” I rail off a list of options, already knowing his answer. “Salted popcorn, 1 large pretzel, and a coke pleaaaaase,” he asked. “Anything for you sweet pea,” You reply with a smirk. 


“Deeelivery,” I sing playfully, my arms full of food, Tony’s requests and my personal favourite, whilst plonking beside him on the couch. Tony eyes me, silently asking if I’m ready to start the film, so I nod.


It was only 30 minutes into the film, but with the snacks finished, I had no distraction and was starting to get scared. I jump at the fright on the screen, with its accompanying loud noise, and bash my shoulder against Tony’s quite hard.  “Ow.” Tony blurts, before checking if I was okay, “Hey, what’s up?” he questions, seeing the fear obvious on my face. I turn my head as he looks at me, not wanting him to know the film gets to me. “Aw, is little Y/N scared?” he inquires teasingly. I don’t respond, so he gently nudges his shoulder against mine, so I respond with “No, I’m not.” I manage to croak, seeing no point in admitting defeat. “But come here and hold me.” I add, realising I could get something out of the situation.

Tony smiled in response, placing his arm around my shoulders. I snuggle into his side, as content as I could be whilst watching such a film. “Better?” Tony asks, “Better.” I hum in agreement.

I gape at the cold shock of beauty.  He had nearly let me walk straight into him.  Deep-blue eyes, features fine as a girl, edged hard and piercing.  His face all at once matches and alters all my worst day-dreams.  It strikes me with a sudden, springing dislike. x

Yes! Since tomorrow (24th April) is going to be my birthday, I want to share my special day with you guys. And that’s why tomorrow requests will be open! Also get ready because this week is going to be packed with gif imagines and smuts!

By the way, almost 5.5K followers!

Here is how it’s going to go:

- Oliver Queen x Reader - Monday 24th April - 12am

- Finn Balor x Reader * - Wednesday 26th April - 12am

- Noam Dar x Reader * - Wednesday 26th April - 12am

- Lucifer Morningstar x Reader - Thursday 27th April - 4:30pm

- Jerome Valeska/Joker x Reader * - Friday 28th April - 12am

Also, I’d like to thank those people who helped me yesterday with a problem I had. (x) People on Tumblr are much better than most people I meet everyday. Thank you so much you guys (you know who you are). I felt better after seeing those messages!

If there are any blogs who want a shout out or want to send in their birthday date to celebrate together, feel free to do so!

Thank you all for your support!

With love,

Ivory White x

Pick Me

Request: Anon asked: Can you write #1 and #22 with barry allen please?

Summary: You’re a part of Team Flash and you slowly fall for Barry. However, you become distant when you realize he’ll never feel the same way.

Word Count: 850

Prompts: #1 - “You’re going to take his/her side over mine?”, #22 - “Why are you avoiding me?”

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Universe/Fandom: Arrowverse - The Flash

Warnings: nonneee i don’t think :)

A/N: SORRY I HAVEN’T BEEN POSTING! Last weekend was a busy weekend and this week has been really hectic and stressful. So, I sadly have not been able to write! I’m so sorry if I haven’t gotten to your request yet! I swear I will at some point! Lots of love and I hope you enjoy!


“What do you call a group of unorganized cats?” Cisco asked. You and Caitlin shrugged as small smiles snuck onto your faces, “A Cat-Astrophe.” Cisco put his hands up as he smirked. There was a moment of silence until all three of you broke into fits of laughter. All of a sudden, Barry walked into the cortex. You roll your eyes.

“I’m going to go see if my breakfast burrito is done cooking,” You walk out of the room to go and check how your burrito was doing. Soon, you walk back into the cortex with a mouthful of burrito. No one was in there so, you sat at your computer and attempted to locate the metahuman you guys were currently searching for.

“Hey,” Barry says. His voice causes you to jump. However, you continue to avoid his gaze and you even get up to leave the cortex. Barry stops you, “Why are you avoiding me?”

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Prompt request

Warren Worthington III x Reader

Summary:  Hey with the prompts can I get 12 with Warren he says it to the reader. Thanks.

Prompt: “You’re the worst person I’ve ever met and I loathe the sight of you.”

A/N: LETS GO

~~xx~~

Warren had no idea why he disliked you so much, or why you bothered him. You were the nicest person at this school, and the only one who wasn’t afraid to talk to him. But maybe that was his problem, he liked you and you were to good for him. He couldn’t have you.

That’s why he was so cold to you.Yet you were still so nice to him.

You knew it probably had to do with the way he was treated, and how he probably was never cared about or befriended in his life, so you tried not to let his cold demeanor scare you or push you away, but sometimes the things he said really did hurt. 

Like what happened today for example.

You saw Warren sitting alone in the courtyard. He was watching the younger students play basketball, and once and awhile his gaze would shift to the people riding bikes around the school, and occasionally over to the group you sat in with Scott, Peter, Jean, and the rest of the gang.

You told your group goodbye, before making your way over to Warren. 

Warren tensed as he saw you walking over trying to calm himself down a little before freaking out. He stiffened as you sat next to him and smiled.

‘Ignore her.’ He said to himself. But it was harder said than done.

As you smiled at him and said hello Warren forced himself to sigh, leaning back into the bench you both were on, and turned his head away from you.

You frowned but quickly replaced it with a small smile, not giving up.

“How’s your day been today?” You asked.

Silence.

“Uhm…What do you think of the new book Professor assigned? Are you excited to read it?”

More Silence.

“What about the homework assignment? Did you-”

“Will you shut up!” He yelled interrupting you causing you to jump back and everyone in the courtyard to watch you two.

“I-I’m…” You didn’t know what to say.

“Jesus you’re so annoying! Can’’t you tell I don’t like you.” He yelled a little louder.

He almost immediately apologizing as he saw the look on your face. Why was he doing this? He could fix everything right now, make things right. Tell you how he really feels.

But his insecurities got in the way.

“You’re the worst person I’ve ever met and I loathe the sight of you.” He finished yelling, breathing heavily.

And when the first tear fell from your face he immediately hated himself.

“I’m…I’m sorry, I didn’t” You didn’t even finish your sentence before you ran off wiping your eyes.

arcanestardust  asked:

Æ Amajiki

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The two third years had decided to spend some time together. Hadou wasn’t with them this time because, unlike them, the pro hero who she worked for had asked for her assistance. 

Right now they were sitting next to each other on Mirio’s bed, just having a conversation. Mirio was talking the most, though. That didn’t seem to be much of a problem since Amajiki didn’t stop him. After a few minutes, however, the male started to wonder why the other was being so much quieter than usual. That’s when he noticed the weight on his shoulder and heard very soft snoring. He tilted his head a little so he could take a better look at his shoulder.

Cheeks turned red when the student finally figured out what had happened. His friend had fallen asleep and was leaning with his head on his shoulder. He could feel his heart staring to beat faster and for a moment he actually didn’t know what to do. This actually came as a surprise to him since he usually liked being so close to other people.

Mirio took a deep breath before he wrapped one of his arms around the raven and slowly started to lean backwards until their heads gently hit the pillows. He tried to be as careful as possible since he, of course, didn’t want to wake the other up. Maybe– maybe joining Amajiki and going to sleep would be a good idea.

He had to admit that the raven looked super cute while he was asleep… Well, actually he always looked cute.

Caught In The Act: Josh Washington x Reader

Request: i was wondering could do one where emily has a crush on josh but josh like the reader and the reader likes josh and emily and josh do some things and the reader is heart broken but josh makes it up

A/n: I’m so so sorry for not posting for so long, I’ve been extremely busy with work and I’m having some personal problems atm, but I promise i will start writing more the next few weeks! 

Word count: 1,300

You had no idea why it bothered you so much. You knew he was kind off into you, he definitely showed that when you went on your first and only date. He had acted like a real gentlemen and kissed your cheek by the end of the night, but now it seemed like he had his eye on someone else.

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anonymous asked:

My only problem with the mythology is that it has always to do with aliens. Why's that? Aliens! Why's this? Aliens! Back in the nineties I imagined standing in front of the actors, (although that should had been the writers) and say "You know something? Why it should be aliens and aliens all the time?" in a not so serious tone. I remember each time sitting to watch The X-Files wondering if there would be another alien episode.

Oh anon, yes, the main idea were aliens. But the mythology became so much more! It has so many different threads. It’s so complex it’s shame that you see only aliens. But it goes to the whole X-Files tbh. When people who didn’t really watch or understand the show kept talking that “xfiles is just a series about the aliens”. It always so annoyed me!  

Dentist Visits

A/N: Because the other day, i had my tooth ripped out of my face, and I’m in pain, i decided to feel sorry for myself, and write an imagine based on my experience. Hope you guys can laugh at my pain. (oops I started writing this like the day after it happened and now it’s been almost two weeks) Also, I hit just over 300 followers! That’s amazing! (towards the end it gets so bad lol, its 3:30am and I’m tired)

Prompt: You have a toothache, and Dan looks after you.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1826 words

Your P.O.V

“Owwwwwwwwww!” I groaned in pain, holding my left cheek. For ages, ever since I was 15 I’ve been getting these massive toothaches, but they would usually always go away before I had the chance to do anything about it, plus going to the dentist was hella expensive and i was not prepared to pay that much money.

“Is your tooth still sore?” Dan questions from his bedroom, while I sit in the lounge in pain.

“Yes Dan, its still fucking sore!” I reply in agony. My tooth was just throbbing and aching and it was so sore.

“Have you been taking your codeine?” Dan asks and I just roll my eyes at him, even though he can’t see me. God he sounds like my mother, probably worse. And yes, i was prescribed with codeine, that’s how sore it was.

Now i know what you’re thinking. ‘Why don’t you just go to the dentist to get it checked out?’ NO. NOT KEEN. YOU KNOW WHY? When i was a mere child…. alright i was 16, I went to the dentist, for this exact problem, do you know what they did? Instead of yanking out my tooth, they put in FILLINGS on the OTHER SIDE of my mouth. I’m not going to let that happen again.

“No! Because I ran out yesterday!” I’m not gonna lie, i have been pretty grumpy the last few days because of my toothache, but codeine can only last so long. After 5 hours is up, I go back to feeling pain. But Dan has been pretty good when it comes to my grumpiness and my throbbing sore tooth.

I hear footsteps down the hall, and then Dan emerge from the doorway into the lounge, sitting himself next to me, looking concerned about me.

“I just want it yanked out! I don’t even care anymore. I’ll pry it out myself if I have to.” I say as a few tears stream down my face. I was in so much pain. So much.

“Love, do you want me to take you to the dentist? I’ll make the appointment and everything?” Dan asks. He could tell how much pain I was in, and he’s been great at taking care of me these past few days. I just nod in response. It hurts to talk. Any slight stimulation or touching of the sore tooth, is extremely painful. “Alright, I’ll go and make the appointment now. I’ll try and book you in with my dentist.” He leaves the room, typing what I presume is the dentists number into his phone.

A few minutes of agonizing pain later, Dan comes back into the room and tells me the details of the appointment.

“Okay, you’re appointment is at 12:30pm, and the extraction is going to cost £200 and an extra £10 for numbing” Oh my god. Who does he think I am? I don’t have that kind of money! “I can pay for it if you like. I know you cant afford it” I would usually deny Dan paying that much for something on me, but I just can’t take this pain any longer, and agree to his offer.

“Thank you, Dan.”

“Anytime, love. Now lets go now, because we all know what the traffic plus taxis are like here.” And like that we’re out the door.

Waiting for a taxi was almost like waiting for a miracle, especially when you’re in a lot of pain and you just wanna curl up in a ball and cry.

About 15 minutes later, a taxi arrived and we were on our way to the dentist. I wasn’t feeling nervous or scared, even though I feel like I should, I was just happy that I wasn’t going to be in anymore pain for much longer, I was happy it was going to be sorted.

Soon enough, Dan and I arrive at the dentist. I had to fill out a couple of forms, one that was to check to see if I was working, so they could contact my workplace and let them know what’s going on, just in case I have to go in, and an enrollment form. I handed the forms in and now it was time to wait, and the longer I waited, the more pain my tooth was in, it was so fucking painful.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” The dentist calls out and I immediately stood up, letting go of Dan’s tight grip that he had on my hand.

“Is it alright if my boyfriend comes in with me?” I ask the dentist. I wanted him in there for comfort reasons.

“Yeah sure, no problem, come on through guys.” Awwww she’s so cute. She led us into the room and told me to sit in the chair, the nerves still hadn’t kicked in, like I was expecting them to. She lowered the chair down, handed me some sunglasses and told me to open wide, she evaluated my mouth and then told me she was going to take some x-rays. Presuming Dan had already told them what the problem was on the phone, they must want to see whats going on.

She placed the x-ray things in my mouth then told me to bite down. She did that a few times, placing them differently in different places in my mouth. She came back with the x-rays showing Dan what was going on, and when he showed her, Dan sounded concerned

“Oh my god! Is that whats happening? Is that why she’s in so much pain?” He asked, sounding worried, and then immediately I was worried. The nerves kicked in and I was shaking. The dentist comes over to me, explaining whats wrong with my tooth.

“So (Y/N), whats happening is, you have a pre-molar growing underneath one of your big molars, and it’s pushing on your molar, trying to get to the surface, so that’s what is causing you a lot of pain.” What? I understood none of that. When she saw my confused expression, she let me get up to have a look at the x-rays and indeed what I saw was a tooth on it’s side, right underneath my molar. “Did you have any teeth purposely extracted when you were younger?” She asks and I immediately nod. When I was two, I had a majority of my teeth pulled out.

“Yeah, when I was two years old.” I tell her, she nods and gets me to sit back down in the chair. Dan immediately grabs my hand and the nerves started to kick back in.

“Okay, we’re definitely going to have to pull it out, I’ll just get some numbing stuff.” She says and I started shaking again. I don’t do needles, I hate needles, I’m not keen for needles. She came back with the needles and some other tools and laid them out on the side table. She got a needle ready to put it in my mouth, and I squeezed Dan’s hand, letting him know that I was now scared. I don’t think it was just the needles that was making me scared, it was the realization that I was actually getting my tooth yanked out, even though I wanted it to be yanked out, I was now scared.

The needle was incredibly uncomfortable but it numbed almost straight away and it wasn’t that uncomfortable anymore. I think Dan saw the discomfort on my face because as soon as I squeezed his hand and looked uncomfortable, he rubbed circles on my hand, and rubbed my leg in a soothing way with his other hand.

“Okay, we’re going to start applying pressure to the tooth. You shouldn’t be able to feel anything except for a little bit of pressure.” The dentist reassured me. I was shaking, all of a sudden I felt pressure, but it was a lot of it and it still hurt. I pulled back and let her know that I could still feel it. When I said that I could still feel it, she injected me once more, told me to let her know if I could still feel it and then started to yank the tooth out.

I would be lying if I said that I didn’t  feel it, but it wasn’t too bad to the extent that I would need another injection. I had no idea it was out until the dentist actually said it was out. She put the gauze in my mouth to soak up the blood in my mouth.

“Would you like to keep your tooth?” She asks. I smiled to the best of my abilities considering the left side of my face was numb as fuck. I nodded my head, also trying to sound coherent as I said ‘Yes please’  So she put my tooth in a plastic jar with some sterilizer in it. We left the room and waited for another taxi.

“Are you gonna stay at mine and Phil’s tonight?” Dan asks. I nodded my head considering I couldn’t really speak. We go back to his flat, and a few hours later the numbing has worn off and I am in immense pain. Nothing was working. Before we left, the dentist was able to prescribe some pain killers to help the pain for this exact reason, but none of them were working. I was in tears and crying so much and Dan was so worried, even Phil was extremely worried.

“Love, are you alright?” Dan asks. I just shake my head as more tears run down my face.

“It hurts so much, nothings working or helping.” I cry out quietly. Dan jumps into bed with me and holds me as I basically cry myself to sleep for a couple of hours.

When I woke up I wasn’t in much pain and I was hungry, because I hadn’t eaten all day. I walk into the kitchen where Dan is standing in his pajama pants sipping on a cup of coffee.

“Phil and I went to the shops and got some food for you to eat, considering you can’t really eat proper food for the next few days, so we got you some smoothie stuff, yoghurt and stuff like that” Dan says with a smile on his face. I smile back and embrace him, thanking him for everything he’s done for me these past few days.

“Thank you so much for everything, Dan.”

“Anything for you, love.”

George Harrison and Madonna, Shanghai Surprise press conference, 6 March 1986

Photo: Dave Hogan/Getty Images

“I don’t like people who think they’re big shots.” - George Harrison

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“[George] Harrison was uncharacteristically curt in summing up the two stars. ’[Sean] Penn is a pain in the ass,’ he complained to the Hollywood Reporter. Of Madonna, as quoted in Cleo magazine, he said, ‘All this aloofness and star stuff… it’s bullshit. I’m not trying to be nasty, she’s probably got a lot in her that she hasn’t even disovered yet, but she has to realise that you can be a fabulous person and be humble as well.’” - Very Naughty Boys: The Amazing True Story of HandMade Films by Robert Sellers [x]

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George Harrison: “…We got the wrong actors…”
Q: “But as actors you had Madonna and Sean Penn.”
GH: “That’s what I mean! [Laughs]” - Countdown, 22 February 1988

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Why has nobody written the Bucky/T’Challa marriage of convenience fic yet? Everybody’s howling for the Winter Soldier’s head, but it turns out that through (much less dubious than I feel it should be) legal loopholes, the spouse of the ruler of Wakanda also gets immunity. 

Of course, neither of them really wants to get married, but there aren’t really a lot of viable options for Bucky here. So he says yes, and becomes the most unusual prince consort Wakanda’s had. Shenanigans and falling in love ensue.

Imagine Cas watching you while you slept because he was worried about you ☺️

You’d been dreaming about all sorts of strange, yet magnificent, creatures, until you stirred from your pleasant slumber. A dark figure from across the room instantly caught your eye and you gripped your knife that you always kept under your pillow. Yes, even in the bunker. The figure stepped closer and you let out a heavy sigh. “God, Cas, what are you doing?” He looked down at his shoes as you sat up. “I was watching over you. After that last hunt, I’m just….” He gulped nervously. “Worried about you.” You smiled. That last hunt had gone completely wrong. You’d missed the signal to run at the last second and the demons had beaten you practically lifeless. Cas had told you previously you’d almost been to far gone to save. “I’m fine Cas. Besides, If you want to watch over me, why not just lay in bed with me?” You patted beside you and the angel came over and sat down. “Thank you, (y/n).” You were grateful for what little light was in the room so Castiel didn’t see your blush tinted cheeks. You yawned and laid back down, Cas following suit. “No problem, Cas. Now If it’s not to much trouble I would like to get a few more hours of sleep.”

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Rowan and Freckles :)

So I was re-reading Heir of Fire (because I do not have a problem), and I stumbled across this line.  It’s from when Rowan and Aelin are talking about the mysterious Fae attacks. 

Rowan: “You came out of that darkness looking as if someone had sucked the life from you.  Your skin was a shade paler, your freckles gone.”

Your freckles gone. Freckles.

Let it be known that even when Rowan and Aelin bordered on hating each other and wanted to beat each other to a pulp, Rowan noticed the fact that her freckles were gone.

I don’t know why, but I just found this really cute and Rowan-like because he notices literally EVERYTHING about her.


That is all. :)

Do you think Javi will be in the Olympics? I know he didn’t do great in the GPF, but I really love seeing him skate, and I would love to see him in these upcoming Olympics.

Barring injuries, Javi will definitely skate at the next Olympics. He’s the only top male skater in Spain and will have no problem making the Olympic team. He had a couple of rough days at GPF, but he’s a very strong skater and will definitely bounce back. Sometimes skaters have bad performances; not all competitions can go well. But it doesn’t mean it’s the end of their career at all. :)

idk why but even though zagitova is great I much prefer watching pogorilaya? is it experience or differences in artistry or?x you can ignore this if you’re busy lol hope you enjoyed the rus and jap nationals xxxx

It’s up to personal preference, really. But many skating fans will probably say that Anna is a better skater than Alina when it comes down to basic skating, regardless of their skating styles.

Do you speak Russian or Japanese? Do you watch translated versions of Japanese Nationals and Russian Nationals?

Neither of the admins of this blog can speak Japanese or Russian (but some people in our live chat can). We haven’t seen any translated commentary for Russian or Japanese Nationals, but you can keep an eye out for it. Sometimes subtitled videos show up on Youtube.

one of the ask made me curious: what’s the Plushenko Sex Bomb? thanks~

This #iconic program.

hi could you please elaborate on the topic of skaters turning pro?(im not sure if i used the right phrase) i only got into fs recently but im already so obsessed amd i really wish i could attend a live event. i have a focus on a single skater though (namely yuzuru) but none of the events up to the olympics really works for my uni schedule and ive heard that its possible he might retire after pyeongchang? thanks in advance

“Turning pro” back in the day when skating was very popular in the US (like during the ‘90s and early ‘00s) meant competing on the “pro” circuit - events that were a mixture of exhibitions and actual competitions, and didn’t follow ISU guidelines. The “amateur” circuit were the regular ISU competitions. Successful skaters could “turn pro” and make money at pro events, but most of those events are no longer held. Nowadays, “turning pro” basically just means retiring and skating in shows. There are still a lot of skating shows around, especially in Japan, where skating is very popular and in high demand. Some well-known ones in Japan include Fantasy on Ice, Dreams on Ice, The Ice, Friends on Ice, etc. If Yuzuru retires, he will definitely be offered invitations to many shows, not only in Japan, but it’s up to him to decide if he wishes to continue as a show skater. Some skaters continue to skate in shows for many years after retiring, but some want to move on to different parts of their life. Yuzuru hasn’t yet decided when he will retire and what exactly he will do afterwards. He might not retire after Pyeongchang at all. In any case, I hope you’ll be able to see him live someday!

thanks for teaching me the word suplex

Always happy to oblige~

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Request- I have a request which you don’t have to do if you don’t want to or don’t have time to anyways… Deanxreader where there’s big age difference, I mean not too big but there it is and Sam or someone doesn’t support their relationship so it’s kinda messed up thanks :)

A/N- I have no idea why but this one came so naturally to me… I dunno but I just sat down and wrote and wrote! I didn’t stop to think what was going to happen it just happened lol… I can’t quite explain it… I was inspired by a youtuber today and I realized though his was in a much larger scale that we had a similar problem and his video really helped me a lot! Any who! Tell me what you think! x)

Dean x Reader

Word Count- 1486

Warning- age gap?


Dean had gone on a food run by the time you woke up. He had been extremely careful when he got up, since he didn’t want to wake you. Especially not when you were sleeping so peacefully.

You’ve been dating him for a year now, though you did have a rocky start. You were one month into being a hunter when you met him. Needless to say that you were beyond wary of people at the time and even now some part of you is still suspicious of the world. So when you bumped into two hunters, of course, you didn’t cooperate. It was your case after all.

You bumped into them a few times after that. Befriended them. Hunted with them. After six months of friendship, you found yourself extremely attracted to the older Winchester. You didn’t hide that attraction from him, though you felt he wouldn’t go for you, as you were younger than even Sam; which meant being much younger than Dean, but not to the point where it would be any issue. Not with you at least. It wasn’t for another month that he gave in to his own attraction.

Yet here you were a year later. Together.

You had waited about an hour and a half for Dean to return. You walk toward the library to check if he was there, since he wasn’t in the kitchen.

“Dean I know you’ve dated Y/N for a while now but-” You hear Sam start, causing you to freeze.

‘They’re talking about me?’ you thought.

“Yeah and?” Dean answered, not knowing what his brother was trying to say.

“It’s just that… Y/N’s younger than you… I mean– Y/N is younger than ME,” he says.

“Just barely. Why does that matter anyways?” Dean questioned, getting angry by the moment.

“You do know that you were already six years old when Y/N was born. I’m sorry but I… I don’t understand how that doesn’t bug you,” Sam admitted.

Dean was clearly taken aback. He never thought to worry about that, after all you were both adults. Not to mention that you weren’t just some fling. You were much more than that to Dean. Did you find it strange that he was older than you? He began to question himself.

You on the other hand, after hearing what Sam said, and not hearing Dean say anything in response- you weren’t so sure about your relationship. You turned back around; went to the kitchen, grabbed a beer, and wandered around the bunker aimlessly. Making a pros and cons list in your head. Should you stay with Dean or…?

It took you hours to gather your thoughts, and even then- all you could hear was Dean. “You’re just an inexperienced kid trying to act like an adult!” he had yelled at you when you were at each other’s throats, the day you had met. Over and over it replayed. You couldn’t help but feel sad, since it wasn’t long ago that he said that; less than two years.

It took Dean only a couple of minutes to actually think about it and realize that although the gap was there, he still loved you and knew that you loved him. With just that, anything anyone else would think seemed minor.

“Y/N!” Dean called. “Y/N- There you are!” he exclaimed. “I’ve been looking for you.”

You were sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall of some random room. “Oh… Hey Dean,” you answer weakly, not really looking him in the eyes.

“What are you doing in here?” he asked. He was the same Dean you always knew; same smile, same smooth way of talking, but that made it that much more difficult for you.

“Uh- I’m not sure. I just sort of came here,” you chuckled. “I’ve been thinking,” you paused. “I want to go on a hunt,” you said.

Dean looked at you curiously, “Sure. Sam’s looking for one right now,” he responded.

“No… I mean… I want to go on a hunt… by myself,” you say.

“What? Why all of a sudden? We can go toget-” he starts.

“I’m not a kid!” you shouted. Your eyes widened when you realized that you had raised your voice unnecessarily. You sighed, “I Just want to go on my own. It’s been a while you know…” you smiled at him weakly.

He looked at you, thinking back, he didn’t ever see your stubborn side, but that look in your eyes told him that you were going no matter what, “Are you sure you want to go alone?” he asked.

You nodded, “Yeah.”

He sighed, but smiled, “Alright,” he said. “If this is something you want to do, then I guess I’ll help you find a hunt.”

You stared back at him, “Okay,” you say quickly, exiting the room just as fast. You rushed toward the library, find a hunt as soon as possible.

Sam was still in there and a part of you didn’t want to see him. He looked up toward you, “Hey,” he said.

“Have you found a hunt?” you asked.

He looked at you, a bit confused by the urgency in your voice, “Yeah… I think there’s a shifter in the next town over,” he informed.

“Great. I’ll pack my duffel and be on my way,” you told him.

“What?” he questioned.

“I’ll pack my duffel and be on my way,” you repeated. “Text me the details,” you add.

“Wait!” he called out but you left no room for questions and left.

You quickly packed your duffel bag and got in your car, which you hadn’t used in a while. You left, not saying goodbye to anyone. By the time Dean had noticed, it was already too late.

“What’s up with Y/N?” Sam asked Dean.

Dean stood in the garage. He didn’t answer, though he had a suspicion on why you were acting strangely. He then turned toward his brother, almost glaring at him. “I think Y/N heard what you said earlier,” he responded in a low rough voice.

Sam’s eyes widened for a second, “I- I didn’t mean-”

“Yeah well it doesn’t matter. I’ll let Y/N have their time but when they come back, you better apologize. I’m not going to lose Y/N over something so small like this,” Dean told him.

“Of course… I just-” Sam starts.

“Sam… It doesn’t matter… Our age gap or whatever the hell you want to call it… What’s important is that we care about each other. That I don’t force Y/N to do anything they don’t want and the other way around. Got it?” Dean questions.

“Yeah,” Sam answers.

Although Dean says he’ll let you have your time, he couldn’t help but worry. Especially since you left on a sour note, meaning you weren’t checking in. He tried not to pry and seem overly worried went he text you, but it was hard because he WAS worried.

You didn’t answer any text. You just focused on the hunt. That in itself only took you a day and a half, but you took an extra day just to think about your situation. The fact of the matter was that you weren’t at any point ever affected by the age gap. You were both adults. You both cared about each other. What you WERE worried about was that Dean might be bothered by it.

It had been three days since you left, and you arrived wordlessly back to the bunker. You went straight for the kitchen for some water. Dean was already in the kitchen, grabbing a beer. The second he lay his eyes on you, he swiftly walked over to you, hugging you tight.

“How’d it go?” he asked.

You were a bit shocked, “Uh… I killed it… so good.”

He chuckled, “Good work,” he said.

“Thanks. Um… Sorry for not responding and checking in… I just-” you stammer for the right words.

“You needed time. It’s alright,” he said, still hugging you.

You had hugged him back, “Thank you,” you responded. You pulled away, “Dean… I need to ask you…”

“Anything-” he said.

“Does it bother you..? Does it bother you that I’m younger than you… younger than even Sam?” you questioned.

He smiled, “Do you love me?” he asked in return.

You were confuse but still answered. “Of course I do.”

He smiled, his eyes a tad softer than usual, “I love you too,” he said.

“But-” you say.

“It doesn’t bother me. It never has,” he answered.

All you could do was hug him again. You were happy that you didn’t have to break up or hide your anxiety. You should have known better than to have run from the problem, but sometime running or taking some time gives you a bit of perspective. Enough breathing room to think about what you want and what is good for you. Of course, it did helped that your partner was understanding.

Hope you liked it! x)