will be back in a few days



“y/n where are you?” Jimin’s voice said from the other end of the phone. He tried catching his breath, it was evident that he had just gotten back from practice, surprisingly early. 

“My apartment.” you said.

“Why?” he asked.

“Because Jimin.. I can’t do this anymore..” you said.

“what do you mean? y/n you’re scaring me.. I’m on my way” he said, before hanging up. Your stomach formed into knots. You couldn’t face him. Not now.. you weren’t ready.. 

he didn’t have time for you. ever.

Sitting alone in an empty form, began taking it’s toll on you. It wasn’t just a few days. It was weeks, months. Always alone. Your door shutting snapped you out of your thoughts. It was either practice. or studio time. or a shoot. or SOMETHING. He was NEVER around anymore.

“y/n?” Jimin asked, walking onto your balcony.

“Jimin.. please go..” you whispered. 

“jagi.. what do you mean.. talk to me..” he whispered. You stared at your hands, avoiding his gaze. 

“Jimin.. you don’t have time for me…” you whispered, tears forming in your eyed. his heart dropped. 

“y/n.. I’m sorry..” he whispered. 

“I don’t wanna burden you.. please just go..” you whispered, tears streaming down your cheek. 

“you’re not a burden.. please don’t leave me..” he whispered, making you look at him. Tears formed in his own eyes. 

“please..” he whispered. You broke, collapsing into his arms, sobbing into his chest.

“please don’t do that again..” he whispered.

Originally posted by minpuffs


WHY ARE YOU UPSET WITH ME!!!” Tae yelled. You ignored him, continuing to pack your duffle bag. It was the first time Tae was actually home, and you were deterined to set him free of the burden that is you. You NEVER got to see him. 

“Because I can’t do this anymore!” you yelled.

“Do what!! I didn’t do anything!” he yelled, tears forming in his eyes.

“This!! I don’t see you! Ever! You’re around beautiful girls all day! You’re never around! Ever! Tae I can’t take this anymore!” you yelled. His heart broke, and he took your hand.

“baby.. please.. I’m sorry.. please don’t leave me..” he whispered. You looked up at him, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. 

“tae.. I can’t take not seeing you..” you whispered. 

“I promise.. I’ll make a change.. don’t go..” he whispered. A lump formed in your throat. 

“Don’t promise stuff you can’t keep…” you whispered.

“now when have I ever broken a promise?” he asked, taking you in his arms.

Originally posted by jjks


You had enough. The constant fighting had all lead to one thing that Jungkook was too blind to realize.

You missed him.

He was never around. Constantly working, and when he would come home, you two would argue, so he’d leave. It broke you every time. You missed him with everything in you. But you couldn’t sit around and wait for him anymore. You left a note on his table, just so he knew it was over. Hearing a knock on your front door, you assumed it was your food. You opened it, wiping the tears from your  cheeks only to see Jungkook standing there with tears on his cheek. He had a dozen roses in his hands.

“please don’t leave me..” he choked. You stared at him silently.

“I see your point.. you’re right..I swear.. I swear I’ll change.. I’m sorry.. I love you.. I miss you… please.. please don’t leave me..” he cried. You broke, taking him into your arms.

Originally posted by btssavemylife

Hope you guys enjoyed!



So today was my first day back to school for my senior year and here’s just a few things that happened today that I thought yall might find funny, Sorry if its really long o.o -

My Ap lit teacher is..an interesting character.. She told us many stories

- last year, there was a freshman girl in her class who was a wild child always on her phone always up to no good and one day she actually asks to use her phone to text her dad something and my Ap teacher instantly responded “as long as its your actual dad and not some random guy you named daddy in your phone”

-“Ap is lit….that was good for the one year and now its not. Its like the dab when you do it you want to kill yourself ”

(In science)
“So we dont actually have a fire extinguisher in here so if you do catch on fire what do u do?” *stop drop and roll * “right and if your friend panics and starts running around the room?” *….idk?* “you take out your phone and start recording im sure it’ll get a bunch of views ”

“We dont have a fire extinguisher, eye wash station, chemical shower area, or good ventilation for labs but! We have a sink in the closet so we’ll be ok”

“So I dont have a first aid kit but I do have a bottle of alcohol and bandaids so if you get hurt ill pour some alcohol on it and give u a band aid…or dont Be a baby and deal with it”

“If an intruder comes in with a gun and u take a bullet for me ill change your grade one letter grade…if you lose a limb its an automatic A. But if it goes through you and still hits me you get nothing because u failed”

BTS| Reaction to you Coming Home Late|


On your way up the stairs you see the light of your apartment on, giving you the insight that your boyfriend came home earlier than you. As you opened the door you could hear the sound of Mario Kart being played. Once you closed the door his head turned quickly causing him to slip on a banana peel in the game and groan. “Y/N why are you home so late? Where were you? Who were you with?” And here came the bombardment of questions from Jin. Nothing felt better than having someone worry about you this much. As soon as you told him that everyone was working late his furrowed eyebrows went back to their normal state, “Okay, but next time you come home late you’ll be punished.” With the game still playing you plop yourself right next to Jin get the second player control and proceed to play Mario Kart with him. “Jagiya you have no idea what your getting into.” How cocky of him. “Oppa, you seriously think I would go easy on you just because your worldwide handsome?” You giggle innocently after restarting your game.


You tip toe to your shared bedroom where you see Yoongi still sleeping. You run to the bathroom not bothering to turn on the light, you take off your make up, brush your teeth, and take your hair out of its pin trying to get ready for bed. Not wanting to wake him up you quickly go to your dresser and change into your pajamas and run to bed. Trying to quickly get into bed you trip stubbing your toe on the edge of your bed and end up falling on top of Yoongi. You freeze and hold yourself form moving, you stay laying on top of him,stiffly, for a few seconds,scared that you might have woken him up and causing him to get angry. You feel him snake his arms around your waist trapping you in his warm embrace. “Where do you think you’re going now?”, whispering into your neck. “I waited for you for so long I slept so now you stay here.” Feeling his hot breath on your neck, rising and falling steadily like a soothing beat you feel at peace against him. “Nothing could be better than right here” you reply back into his already sleeping form.


“Y/N where are you?” This phone call was the only way to call Namjoon down before he goes into over protective boyfriend mode. “I’m right around the corner I’ll see you soon” with that you hang up the phone call, not wanting to take up anymore of your phone battery seeing as it’s in the low twenties. Crossing the street as soon as the light turns green you see a tall figure running in your direction. Worried at this time of night you reach in your bag ready to pull out your spray, you start walking towards your home. Once the figure gets closer to you, the streetlight illuminates his features and you recognize the visuals of your boyfriend and calm down, putting your spray back into its compartment. “Joonie, why would you come out at this time.” An annoyed tone prominent in your voice. “I was making sure you got home safe since your coming home late. “It’s really cold out tonight” he says while zipping his sweater all the way up.


Normally working in the studio wasn’t that bad but today you felt exhausted from having to do so much. From working on songs, to getting everyone coffee, to even filling in for missing dancers, your feet felt like they couldn’t handle another step. The only thing that helped make your day a little better was Hoseok. In those little moments that you got to see him with the boys he stole glances your way and made sure to send you flying kisses which absolutely made you giggle. The best part of your day was when you got home after that long and tiring day, seeing your Hobi dancing to a random song on the screen of the TV. He didn’t realize you had came home,seeing as he was to concentrated in his own choreography, until you let your things fall with a thud and you lay down on the couch. He went to the bedroom and came out two minutes later with bottles of lotion and a pillow. Putting the pillow on your neck and massaging your feet without hesitation. “Thank you Hobi”, you said with a sigh. “I know you worked hard today (Y/N), I just want to make you feel better.”


Closing the door shut to your front door you walk to the kitchen wanting a late night snack. There was no time for a lunch break because of how many calls you had coming in. There were always a few days like this a year but this one had been the craziest of all seeing as Christmas was near. You turn on the light above the oven not wanting to bother Jimin in the bedroom since the all the lights were off. Putting on your earphones to listen to some music while cooking, you slightly sway your hips in tune with the beat. You’re almost done with cooking your meals when you feel cold, strong arms wrap around your waist causing you to jump back. “Mmm, jagiya it smells so good.” Nuzzling his head into the curve of your neck, you could feel his eyelashes tickiling you and his eyes drooping from being woken up without warning. You turn around to face him, “I made enough for the both of us.”, you say with a triumphant smile. “There’s something else I want.” and with that he picks you up and takes you to the bedroom.


You find Taehyung in the cutest sleeping position you’ve ever seen, with his legs in the form of a four and his arms hugging your pillow close to his face. Seeing as he shifts in his sleep regularly, you run to your bag getting your phone out and taking close to a million pictures of him. It was dark in your room but you didn’t want to wake him up, you risk taking one picture with flash on. He doesn’t wake up the first time so you try it again, only this time he sits up with brows confused and eyes still closed. You walk to the bed and whisper in his ear, “You looked so cute sleeping I couldn’t help myself” You see his cheeks tinge pink and he hugs you to his chest laying you down with him. “Y/N lets go to sleep I wasn’t comfortable without you here.” That comment surprised you, “Wait, so you just let me take pictures of you.” He laughs into your back,”Jagi, you have no idea how many pictures I have of you.”


The Maknae whose good at everything, was not so good at waiting. You start running towards your house knowing that you were running late. Jungkook will not like that I’m late, you think to yourself. Walking through the house you don’t see Jungkook, you sigh in relief as you think you made it home before he did. “Just why do you think your in the clear?” You hear his voice booming through your bedroom walls. You groan this time knowing that he wasn’t too happy about it. “I’m sorry Kookie, but I got caught up at work and I left my keys in my desk so I had to go back up and get them which delayed me even more, and there was still traffic at this time.” You hear him sigh as he can’t help but not be angry at you once you called him Kookie and explain everything that happened. “Hurry up and get in bed, it must have been a long day. I’ll even play with your hair until you fall asleep” Since he hates playing with your hair because his arm gets tired you jump at the opportunity and jump into bed with him.

Kill Zone - Part 12: Sniper

Characters: Reader (Special Agent Y/N Singer), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Special Agent Castiel Novak, Agent Samuel Campbell, Agent Crowley MacLeod, Benny Lafiette, Rufus Turner, Cassie Robbins, Lisa Braeden, Jo Harvelle, Cindy Stevenson (ofc), Garth Fitzgerald.

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader

Warnings: Mention of Torture, character deaths, knife wounds, violence, all the usual.

Word Count: 6500ish

A/N: This one has been a loooong time coming. Computer deaths suck y’all! I hope it is worth the wait though.

Thanks to the amazing @percywinchester27 for saving my ass yet again. This series would honestly suck without her. Thank you Ana for pulling the impossible out of me!


Dean felt restless. He had been since the moment she had left. He wasn’t able to stay as calm and collected as before, now that he knew she felt the same about him. He went over their conversation over and over again in his head. He wondered if he should have pushed her away, made her believe that he had used her. Would her hating him have made her safer? Honestly, Dean wasn’t sure, but then there was also the simple truth that he couldn’t lie to her. He couldn’t hurt her. Not anymore than he already had. All that had mattered to him was that she would believe him. To hell with everyone else. But now that he knew she did, everything wasn’t as simple anymore. If he couldn’t convince everyone else of his innocence, then he had no way of keeping her safe. As long as he was in here and Benny was out there, and Y/N was an easy target.

“Dude!” Sam’s annoyed voice broke Dean out of his trance making him blink a few times before he was really able to focus on his brother.

“Are you even listening to me? Look man, Y/N is tough as hell. She’s gonna be fine. Let’s just focus on getting you out of here,” Sam tried reasoning with his brother, who frowned as another thing dawned on him.

“Sam why are you even here?” Dean questioned, shaking him by the shoulders, effectively stopping him from talking.

“Excuse me?” Sam stared at his brother with a look of disbelief in his eyes and Dean took a deep breath, leaning back in his chair.

“You’re a state prosecutor, Sammy. You’re breaking the law by being here. I don’t wanna get you in trouble, little brother,” Dean forced a smile, trying to calm Sam. All his life he had been looking out for the boy. There was no way in hell he was letting Sam land himself in prison for him.  

“Not anymore,” Sam answered with a stubborn look on his face. A look Dean had learned better than to challenge, but the shock made him forget that.

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anonymous asked:

Imagine the Avengers watching old war footage on a projector and them being surprised when Steve gets choked up when he sees Peggy, Bucky, and the Commandos (comfort from Sam too?)

“Films starting, gang.”

It shall be a pleasure to see the Captain in his prime,” Thor tried to whisper.

“Hey, I’m always in my prime,” Steve grinned. “‘S the point of the serum–”


“The narrator sure seems excited,” Bruce said mildly, drawing an amused snort from Tony. Steve, however, was busy quelling the rising feeling of panic in his chest. He remembered this day, he remembered how it had been one of the few days without rain– not too muddy, not too chilly– and it’d been quiet, too. No skirmishes until almost nightfall. He remembered how the breeze felt against his heated skin, he could almost smell the smoke from Dum Dum’s cigar, he could remember the exact shade of red that painted Peggy’s lips as she’d smiled at him. He’d made some stupid pun and she’d laughed, actually laughed while the Commandos had made various sounds of dismay (he remembered Bucky shoving him a little.)

Steve didn’t realize Sam had been sneaking glances as him, taking in his curled-in posture, the quiet wet-sounding breaths he was letting out as he tried to stop crying.

“Steve?” Natasha asked from beside him. “You okay?”

“What’s up with Cap?”

“He mad?”

“What’d he be mad about?”

Steve wiped hastily at his eyes. Maybe this had been a bad idea; he hadn’t expected the emotions to hit him quite so hard and now he was making a damn fool of himself in front of his teammates.

“Hey,” Sam said, his voice pitched carefully casual. “Tell me ‘bout Dum Dum.”

Steve sniffled a little, feeling embarrassed but grateful when Clint leaned over and shook a half-empty box of Whoppers at him as a kind of ‘there there’ gesture. (Clint expressed his emotions with food a lot.) Natasha silently pressed a napkin into Steve’s hand, giving it a little squeeze.

“What… what do you wanna know?” Steve asked, his voice a little thick.

“The hell kind of name is Dum Dum for a grown-ass man?” Sam asked. The laugh that started out of Steve, and continued for a good minute and a half, coincided with Steve on-screen with the Howling Commandos and Peggy laughing at a terrible joke Bucky had just told, their faces screwed up with mirth. They were, for a fleeting moment, all together again– his new family and his old. He felt something in his chest loosen, even as Natasha muttered that it hadn’t been that funny and Sam retorted that yes, it had.   

anonymous asked:

Head cannons for Pennywise when the reader is horny beyond belief and looking for any relief from it? Like they have a period or something (cause I get hella horny around that time to the point I feel pathetic.)

oooh girl I can relate…

  • you were always so ridiculously horny when that time of the month came around
  • you laid in your bed for hours just touching yourself and never getting tired, your female anatomy allowing you to orgasm over and over again
  • this time was a little different
  • you wanted to feel someone else’s touch so bad, you craved it
  • you didn’t let yourself orgasm, you edged closer and closer and kept putting it off because you knew it would be worth it when you had the most intense orgasm of your life
  • you wanted someone to fuck you
  • something big inside you
  • an idea occurred to you
  • you got up and wiped your bloody fingers on a baby wipe, walked around your room and scrambled to find anything you could put inside you
  • you found nothing
  • you scrolled through your phone, thought of calling someone to help you out
  • you quickly realized how stupid that was, how desperate you would seem, and who would want to fuck you on your period, all bloody and gross?
  • you just needed a cock inside you, fucking you the way you had been fantasizing about all day - rough and hard and deep
  • you sat on your bed with a huff, went back to touching yourself for a few moments before you stopped again and groaned
  • you need something inside you now and your fingers weren’t cutting it
  • at this point you’d fuck anyone that you could get your hands on, put anything you could find inside yourself
  • a cucumber from the fridge would suffice
  • but your mom would ask you where it went
  • you knew you had to find something…
  • “What’s the matter, darling?”
  • a voice startled you and caused you to jump back on your bed
  • “Pennywise,” you frowned.
  • this clown…
  • he was standing by your door
  • you had talked to him a bunch of times before and he was always so creepy
  • you found yourself so tense and uneasy around him
  • he had a smirk on his face and his eyes glowed
  • “Looking for something?”
  • You gulped
  • he knew
  • he had been watching you
  • something in your chest sank for a brief moment before reemerging as curiosity
  • did pennywise… want to do something with you?
  • or was he just trying to embarrass you? scare you? remind you that he was always watching?
  • “You should go,” you stammered out.
  • Pennywise shook his head very slowly
  • “I can’t leave you like this,” he glided towards you and you flinched
  • his intentions were becoming clearer
  • you blinked, having no clue what to say
  • suddenly he was directly in front of you and he pressed a firm hand to your chest and pushed you down flat on the bed
  • you gasped, too shocked to try and sit up again
  • you started to say something- multiple things - but no full words came out
  • he giggled softly, amused at your helplessness
  • his hands reached for your pants and you found yourself not wanting to push him away just out of pure curiosity, but you still smacked his hands away
  • this was all so wrong
  • could you really let this happen?
  • god, imagine the things he could do to you though
  • “No, I’m-”
  • “Bleeding,” he grinned wide.
  • you stared at him wide-eyed
  • “It would be my pleasure,” he crooned.
  • you were breathless as he yanked your pants down and threw them to the floor, your top too
  • it all happened in a matter of moments and he was so rough you had a hard time objecting
  • oh god oh god oh god your blood was going to get all over the blood
  • is that really the first thing you’re worrying about?
  • he groaned lowly, sitting on his knees and grasping your thighs to pull you forward, spreading your legs in the process
  • you reached your hand out in a last effort to stop him but his lips latched onto your swollen clit hungrily and there was no stopping him now
  • you whined and threw your head back in the initial shock of finally being touched
  • you decided to stay there because how could you watch him do this to you?
  • he proceeded for a minute or so, sucking and licking and eating your clit
  • then you felt his tongue slip out of his mouth and lap at your pussy, teasing your entrance and you felt compelled to look
  • you gasped as you saw his extremely long and fat tongue licking you all over and then thrusting past your lips and nestling inside of you
  • he used his tongue to thrust in and out of your pussy, sending warmth and electricity through you
  • this is exactly what you needed
  • you arched your back and guiltily thrust your hips forward
  • his hands reached up to grab your breasts
  • you squeezed his hand and squirmed, his tongue still working inside of you
  • this was pure ecstasy
  • it was becoming too much to take
  • you had been edging all day, your orgasm came quick and you clenched hard around his tongue, your orgasm rolling out of you in a beautiful warm wave
  • you panted as you tried to collect your breath, exhausted from what just happened
  • you glanced down at him only to see his white complexion smeared with blood, and a wicked grin on his face
  • he stood and towered over you, in between your legs that were still spread
  • “That’s my girl,” he purred.
  • you shook your head, wanting to object to what he was saying
  • his?
  • you tried to sit up but he only pushed you down again
  • “You make a delicious snack.”
  • something inside you fumed, but something else felt immensely satisfied and turned on still
  • somewhere in the back of your mind you knew that this would probably happen again, maybe very soon
  • periods don’t last just one day, after all…
Anon Blurb Request

It’s been a busy week and then I went home to surprise my family so I’m sorry I’ve been so inactive! I’m still working on the next part to my main story - I’m a little stuck on where I want the rest of it to go, but hopefully it’ll be finished by next weekend!

Anyway, here’s a little angsty blurb for the lovely, creative anon who requested it!

“welp! since I saw that other anon sent her/his very own line, what about “I didn’t know you were so embarrassed of me” thanks!“

The car ride was deathly silent. She wished she could be anywhere but here, but in an unfamiliar city with no one but her boyfriend and his team around, she didn’t really have a choice. She had her neck turned so far away from him that it was starting to cramp. She couldn’t let him know that she was on the verge of tears. She felt his fingers nudge her leg slightly.

“You’re quiet,” Harry observed

She hummed in response, trying not to let the tears leak out of her eyes. She could still hear his venomous tone and hurtful words rattle in her head as they sped past the city lights of Los Angeles. They were on their way home from an extremely fancy dinner hosted by his record label. After a few glasses of wine to ease her awkwardness, she had gotten a little giggly and silly joking around with some of the other guests. Harry, who had been on edge all day with nerves, didn’t find her nearly as amusing as everyone else. She closed her eyes as she remembered how he had grabbed her elbow and spat harsh words in her ear

“Could you just get your shit together?”

He had released her elbow and immediately turned back to the guest on his other side. Harry had missed how she immediately sobered, smile sliding from her face. She had remained quiet for the rest of the night, relying on nods and demure smiles, fearing that if she opened her mouth she’d start sobbing.

The car slowing to a stop snapped her back to the present. She quietly thanked the driver before sliding out her side and walking up the driveway. Her steps were halted by her boyfriend’s hand circling her wrist.

“What’s wrong, love?” he asked, no trace of the arrogant asshole he had been a few hours earlier

“I don’t want to talk about it, Harry,” she said shaking off his hand, “I just want to shower and sleep.”

He wasn’t letting her get away that easily. With a few long strides, he was standing in front of her, gripping her hips.

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier,” he began, “I was a right dick. I was just nervous and it’s no excuse. It was just a lot of important people there and I wanted everything to be perfect. I wanted them to think highly of me.”

She looked at him, heart falling into smaller pieces at his words. “I didn’t know you were so embarrassed of me.”

His eyes widened and his grip tightened as she again moved to go in the house, “No, no, no. Baby, that’s not what I meant.”

She grasped his wrists in her hands, firmly pulling them from her body. “Like I said, Harry. I didn’t want to talk about it. You’ve said enough. I’m going to shower and sleep.”

Harry watched dumbfounded as she strode quickly into the house. He could hear her muffled cries echoing off the walls of his mansion and he cursed his stupid mouth.


Originally posted by pinkharold

when i got the idea for this i got so excited, i wrote it up so fast lol
anyways i hope you enjoy it and if you want a part two let me know x

It had been about a month and a half since school started, and I had a parent/teacher conference with Mason’s teacher. I showed up early, and as I walked down the hall to his classroom I heard his class singing the clean up song. I smiled as I got to the door, seeing all of the kids happily singing as they cleaned up their messes, cheering once the room had been cleaned.

I saw Mason’s teacher, and noticed he was wearing a red floral print shirt, one that most people probably wouldn’t be able to pull off, yet it looked great on him. He was tall, with short brown hair, and though I could barely see his eyes from across the room while at the door, I could still tell how pretty they were.

“Alright everyone, fingers on lips, please.” The teacher said, putting his index finger to his mouth and the students followed suit as they quieted down, then sat in their seats.

“Now, before you go make sure your field trip paper is in your take-home folders, as well as your matching homework. They are both very important. I would like both of them back tomorrow, but if you can’t get the field trip paper back tomorrow it’s okay. As long as I get it by friday.”

Just then, the bell rang and everyone got their backpacks and left for the bus, the teacher saying his goodbyes to them as they did so. I walked in and Mason beamed as he saw me, running to me and hugging me tightly.

“Hey sweetie, did you have a fun day today?” I asked him.

“Yeah!” He said excitedly, pulling away to look at me. “We learned about seasons today.”

“Wow, how fun!” I smiled.

“You must be Mason’s Mum,” His teacher said as he approached us, shaking my hand. I immediately noticed how gorgeous he was up close, but I quickly pushed the thought away.

“The kids call me Mr. Styles, but you can call me Harry.”

“Hi Harry, I’m (y/n).” I replied.

I started to get butterflies as his hand lingered a bit on mine before he pulled away.

Harry bent down in front of Mason. “Hey, Mase, do you want to go draw a picture while I talk to your Mum?” 

I thought it was cute that he’d only been Mason’s teacher for a short amount of time, yet he called him by his nickname.

Mason agreed, going to his desk as Harry brought him some paper and crayons. I then followed him to a table in the back of the room, sitting across from him.

“So, before you ask, Mason’s not in trouble,” Harry assured me.

“I just figured we should talk, as you couldn’t make it to orientation.”

I smiled sheepishly. “That makes sense. I’m so sorry I couldn’t come.”

“No need to apologize, I completely understand.” He smiled.

“Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to ask you questions like I’ve asked the other parents. Just to get a sense of how things are for my students outside of school to see if we need to adjust things here.” He explained.

I nodded. “Ask away,”

He chuckled lightly. “So, what is Mason’s home life like? Does he have any siblings?”

“Well, his home life is fine. And no, it’s just me and him. He doesn’t have any siblings and his father isn’t exactly… around.” I said, looking at hands.

Harry frowned. “Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that.”

“It’s fine, I’m managing on my own. I’d rather it just be me and Mason than having to deal with drama or visitation stuff. With me working, it would be so difficult to get him back and forth like that.”

“Do you have a babysitter for him?” Harry asked next.

I sighed. “I did, but she quit recently.”

Harry all but frowned again, then said, “Well, if you ever need someone to watch him after school or on the weekends then I’ll gladly do so.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t.” I waved him off.

“I’m sure you’re already busy as it is, and you technically already watch him five days a week anyways.”

Harry smiled. “Exactly, so what’s a few more hours here and there?”

I laughed, him joining in. “Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

Of course my son’s teacher had to be one of the most beautiful, sweet guys I’d ever met.

“It’s no problem,” He said as he pulled his phone out, tapping on the screen, and handed it to me. “Put your number in for me.”

I obliged, grabbing my phone and pulling up my contacts so he could do the same. Then we returned each other’s phones.

“Thanks for coming in,” Harry said nicely.

I grinned. “It’s no problem, it was nice meeting you.”

“The pleasure’s all mine,” He smiled back.

We looked over at Mason, who looked content as he drawled. I looked back at Harry and he was already looking at me, an adorable look on his face. As we looked at each other, a feeling washed over me, one that I couldn’t quite put words to. But the moment was interrupted as Mason came up to us.

“Momma, Mr. Styles, look at my drawing!” He said eagerly. It was a picture like most kids would draw of their family, everyone holding hands, except it was of Harry, Mason, and I. My eyes got wide, and I looked at Harry to see how he reacted. I expect him to look slightly uncomfortable, but instead, there was a big smile on his face. I mentally sighed as I looked at the picture again. It was honestly really cute. And I couldn’t help but think that it looked so… complete.

thank you for reading, if you have any other imagine ideas feel free to request them, requests are always open x

I, Elizabeth, take thee, Jughead

It’s Betty’s wedding day but she’s not in love with her fiance. And a certain someone from her past showing up doesn’t help the situation.

Word Count: 3k+
A/N: Based on the infamous “I, Ross, take thee, Rachel” scene from Friends. Also, possibly the most angsty and simultaneously idealistic fic I’ve ever written. Thanks for reading!

A knock resounded through the much too big hotel room, making Betty jump. She slowly made her way toward the door, wondering and dreading who it could be.

It could be Cheryl, coming to tell her that some aspect of the wedding was already falling apart.

It could be her mother, coming to tell her that she was “doing her right thing” (a mantra she had been hearing for the last year).

It could be Veronica, coming to claw her eyes out.

Suffice to say, Betty wasn’t looking forward to opening the door.

However, the person she was least expecting was the one she found on the other side of the door.

“Archie…” she said, staring at her red-haired childhood best friend. He didn’t look too happy about saying whatever he was going to say.

“Jughead’s not coming,” he simply said, not bothering to exchange pleasantries. Betty felt pain at the familiar yet foreign name shoot through her. After all, she hadn’t heard his name in the last four months of her life. The name brought back a flood of memories of a screaming match that had ensued two months after deciding to “figure it out”. A screaming match that had ended in them tangled together under sheets and Betty waking up the next morning to no one.

“Okay,” she said, allowing the information to sink in. “Okay, well, we need to - come in - we need to figure out the seating chart because there’s this empty space now. Are you sure we can’t somehow get your great aunt into joining us? I mean, it is your wedding after all - you’d think she’d want to be there. The alternative is asking Cheryl to hang out at the bar. I’m sure she would be more than happy to oblige about that. Honestly, why would someone RSVP and then cancel last minute. That’s just bad etiquette–”

“Betty!” Archie exclaimed, interrupting her rant. She looked up at him, daring him to say whatever he was planning to. “I just told you Jughead wasn’t coming and all you can talk about is seating arrangements?”

“Well, what do you want me to say, Archie? I already knew I was expecting too much by asking you to send him an invite. I never imagined he’d say yes. I mean, I haven’t seen him in four months. How else am I supposed to react to a practical stranger not showing up for my wedding?”

“I’m just saying, Betty. I mean, I know you guys were close and–”

“Close? I loved him Archie. He was as much family to me as my mom and dad - more so considering the predicament I had been placed in,” she said, the admission of how deep her feelings ran making her feel lighter and heavier simultaneously.

“Betty I realise that this is hard but please we–”

We don’t need to do anything. You need to let me figure out the seating arrangement,” Betty said, allowing her hair to fall around her face like a curtain to hide the tears pooling in her eyes.

I loved you.

She waited until she heard the lock click into place and then got up, going to the window and trying to look at her phone through blurred vision. Unable to make out anything, she scrolled blindly through her contacts and picked someone at random to talk to. She wasn’t even sure what she wanted to say - she just needed to be alone with someone other than Archie.

The phone rang thrice before someone picked up.


Instantly Betty’s tears ceased and her eyes cleared as she listened to the familiar yet unfamiliar voice in shock.

“Betty? Is that you?” The voice asked again, pulling Betty back from the memories that had engulfed her again.

“Hi… Jughead,” she managed to respond and heard a sigh on the other end. But it wasn’t the annoyed sigh she had been expecting. It was more resigned like he had known this would happen. She suddenly realised she wished he had been annoyed with her. She wished he would yell at her and she could yell back at him and they could just get into a screaming match about this shitty situation they were in.

“What do you want?” He asked and she could feel the animosity in his tone.

“I just… I needed to talk,” she said, still not sure what she would talk about. She waited for him to hang up. But instead, after a moment of silence –

“What’s up?” He asked, surprising her.

“Nothing much. You?” She asked in her shock and wanted to kick herself for the idiocy of her response. To her further surprise and relief, she heard chuckling on the other end. Hearing Jughead chuckle sent waves of pain through her but at the same time she suddenly felt lighter.

“Well, I was under the impression that you wanted to talk about you, Betty. I mean you called me,” he said and she could see him smiling on the other end. She smiled too, sitting down in the window seat.

“I’m sorry, Jughead,” she finally said.

“I’m sorry, too.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“There was all this unnecessary pressure on you and my constantly asking you to drop everything and come away with me clearly wasn’t helping. I’m sorry, it’s just that I get kinda insecure. Especially when it comes to Archie,” he said and then they fell into silence again.

“You know, I don’t think I was ever in love with Archie,” Betty suddenly said after mulling over Jughead’s apology.

“I’d beg to differ but go on.”

“No, seriously. I mean, I think I was always in love with the idea of us being together. Like some kind of idealistic childhood sweetheart fantasy that I was trying to force Archie into or something. But then I realised at some point that I was never in love with Archie. Well, I loved him platonically but never anything more. Besides, there was always the fact that he wasn’t single long enough for me to work up the courage to ask him out, ever.”

“Not for lack of trying on your part, though,” Jughead said and Betty rolled her eyes but was unable to conceal a laugh of her own.

“I really did believe that Archie and I were meant to be, you know? And somewhere along the line - somewhere around the time he started his on-and-off relationship with Veronica - I just stopped believing and…” she trailed off not knowing how to continue this.

“And then you met me?” He asked and she smiled, tears filling her eyes again for some reason.

“And then I met you.”

It was so easy. So natural to speak to Jughead so candidly about their day. It was as if the last four months hadn’t happened.

And that feeling lasted until Betty realised how late it was. How she had to be up in a few hours to get ready for - oh god - her wedding. She didn’t want to bring it up, though. It was the elephant in the room that they had been tiptoeing around for the last two hours of conversation.

“It’s getting late. I should go sleep. And you need to sleep too,” Jughead said at long last, bringing Betty back to reality.

“It’s a big day tomorrow,” he added, with a strained laugh. Betty mirrored this laugh.

“Yeah. It is,” she said but neither hung up.

“Goodnight.” “I don’t want to get married,” Jughead and Betty said simultaneously. Jughead was silent for a few moments. Then Betty heard the beep, signaling the end of the call. Betty sighed: it had been only a matter of time before he hung up. Maybe she shouldn’t have told him she didn’t want the wedding. It just made things more complicated by saying that. And, considering this was the first time they were speaking in three months, they didn’t need complicated right now.

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anonymous asked:

headcanons for reddie on Halloween?


-richie and eddie are obsessed with comics and Halloween is coming up and it’s richies turn to pick the characters and richie says he’s going to be deadpool and Eddie will be Spider-Man

-Eddie asks why those two and richie goes “cause they’re ‘more like lovers’ eddie spaghetti and plus peter parker has an impressive behind and my lover boy…you baby got back” which is quickly followed with a slap

-Eddie tries on richies glasses to look like regular peter parker and he asks how he looks and richie says “can’t see shit but I bet you look fantastic just like your mom” followed with another slap

-richie is only sincerely romantic once every few days and he compliments Eddie who comes over dressed as Spider-Man and he says he looks like an adorable peter parker but Eddie is quick to respond “yeah well I’m glad you’re wearing a mask cause you and deadpool look like testicles with teeth” annddd followed by with bickering

-they somehow get locked in a room at a Halloween party and eddie is yelling for help and richie says he has the key in his pants “…and by key I mean…” SLAP

-the losers club are watching a scary movie still all dressed up and richie is sitting on the floor in front of the couch between eddies legs and eddie feeds him candy throughout the movie

warm | jonerys [got] fic | jonerys week

Title: Warm
Characters/Pairings: Jon/Dany, Arya, Bran, Ghost
Rating: G
Spoilers/Warnings: R + L = J, post-season 7
Word Count: ~3,245
Summary: Three days had passed since Bran told him his true origin, and two had gone by after he had called up his bannermen and Daenery’s armies to prepare a plan and get ready, for the Dead were marching from Eastwatch. He had felt her stare on him during the whole reunion, everyone seeming to mind the way he had refused to look at her more than necessary.
A/N: I know it sounds sad, but it isn’t. I swear. This was made for Jonerys Week, day 1: Fluff. Also, Dany/Arya interaction was totally inspired by late night conversations with @queerafdonna.

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“Shit shit shit bastard fuck.”

I’d woken early, which wasn’t something my body often allowed me to do, but that day I did it with no qualms at all.
It had taken me around ten minutes of routing through cupboards to find some bandages, quickly wrapping my wrist up. I’d never seen my own skin in such a bad state. The purple was so dark it was almost black, patterned by red droplets of blood that had crept their way to the surface, and yellow bruises that were so bright they were almost luminous. Beneath all of that, was a burnt red colour that almost seemed to highlight the rest of the new colours upon my arm.
So I’d wrapped it up, ignoring the pain and just covering it.

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obbsessedturtle  asked:

Chlonette and mermaids

this isn’t really very plotty but idk modern mermaid au i guess :P

words: 1961

Marinette looked into her old jewelry box and realized she was quickly running out of stock. 

About the only things left inside that she was willing to part with were a stack of silver rings (fake silver probably, but that was Marinette’s secret) and a strange bronze bee broach that her aunt had gotten her for her birthday three years ago that Marinette never bothered to wear. She dug around her closet for her old hand mirror with the cracked handle and decided that all this was enough. It was probably time to start scouring thrift stores and street fairs, but she’d worry about that later. 

She stuffed everything into her bag, grabbed a croissant from the kitchen counter, and started to make her way towards the pier. 

It was early enough in the morning that not many people were by the beach with the exception of the occasional fisherman heading to the southern part of the pier with fishing rods and baskets full of bait. Marinette headed in the opposite direction until she came upon a part of the rickety, wooden banister that was damaged, leaving a hole just large enough for Marinette to slip past. She looked around her to make sure no one was watching before she squeezed through the gap and carefully started to shimmy down one of the posts until she was dropping down onto a small bank of rocks underneath the walkway. 

Marinette squinted against the sunrise coming just over the horizon as she whistled a quick tune with four long notes and waited. 

It only took a few seconds for a glimmering golden fin to breach the surface of the water just a few meters away. Marinette watched the ripples in the water begin to get closer to her until they finally started to swirl around her feet. A blonde head of hair carefully poked up from underneath the water. “Is the coast clear?”

“No one’s around, don’t worry,” Marinette assured. “You can come up.”

“Oh, wonderful.” 

Chloe leaned her hands against the bank of rocks and carefully lifted herself up to sit right next to Marinette, stretching her long golden tail out in front of her so that her scales could dry in the sun. She collected all of her hair in her hands and wrung out all the water, being careful not to disturb the chains of pearls she had braided throughout her hair. “You don’t usually come on Tuesdays. Don’t you open up the bakery in the mornings?” 

“It’s a holiday today, so school’s out and the bakery is closed,” Marinette explained. “Thought I’d come visit.” 

“You’re lucky,” Chloe smirked. “I was just out this morning looking for jellyfish.”

Marinette dug through her bag. “Jellyfish?”

“Of course, darling. Do you think my tail stays this smooth and shiny through will power? Proper tail maintenance is important. It’s downright tragic how other mermaids tend to neglect that.” 

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[4-year-old Isabelle in her car seat, while Nick is driving back home from picking her up from school]

Isa: [Lets out a small sigh]

Nick: Whats wrong, squirts?

Isa: The class is doing a drawing for their mommies, but I can’t do it.

Nick: [Dishearten] Can you do something else? [he asks softly]

Isa: Mm Mm Teacher says its mothers day and we have to celebrate mothers…

Nick: Im sure we can come up with something… 

(A Few days later)

Isa: [Hands small paw-made card, coated in purple glitters and plastic gems, to Judy, smiling ear to ear with her tail wagging]

Judy: Whats this? [She sits down on the floor, to be at Isa height]

Judy opens the card, to find more glitter which falls on the floor. On the paper, in big letters was:


The best mommy in the world, even if you aren’t my real mommy!


Hogwarts thing

( @magic-marvin-protection-patrol wanted me to write this so I did a quick one shot. Tell me if you agree with the houses I’ve chosen ;)):

Marvin had been expecting to be placed into Ravenclaw during his first day of school at Hogwarts. He had been excited to be sorted into the blue bird house with Henrik. Excited to be high up and far away from Anti who lives deep under the castle with the rest of the Slytherins. He had been expecting to be in Ravenclaw.

Which is why he is utterly crushed when the Sorting Hat yells out: “Slytherin!”

He had been expecting to be sorted into Ravenclaw or maybe even Gryffindor with Jackieboy.

Not Slytherin with Anti.

Yet here he is, walking to the long table filled with cheering students and a sneering Anti. He can only stare down at his hands once he’s sat down. He’d lost his appetite.

Because Anti is the Slytherin Prefect, he has to show Marvin and the other new students around the Slytherin area. Marvin hates how far down they have to go. How dark it becomes. He hates the Slytherin common room.

Anti seems to share his dislike of being there because he’s constantly glaring Marvin down.

As if he had already been unhappy enough with being Slytherin. Now he has to fend off Anti by himself. Jackieboy or Henrik had always been able to help him.

Class isn’t too bad once he’s made friends with someone else. His new friend’s name is Google and he seems to be in the same situation as Marvin and the rest of the “Jack personas” but with Markiplier instead.

Google introduces Marvin to the Host. Another Slytherin Markiplier ego.

The three become close friends and stick with one another in their classes. Marvin finds himself to be good at every spell in every subject thrown at him. Google is better at memorizing historical events while the Host is good at transfiguration or changing spells.

But Marvin can never shake the fact off that he is a Slytherin and not a Ravenclaw. Why the hell is he a Slytherin?

One night as he is studying in the common room the entrance opens and Anti steps inside, his black robes fluttering out behind him. Marvin bites down on his lip and darts his eyes back down to the book he’d been looking over. This is the first time he’s been completely alone with Anti. Everyone else is asleep or upstairs.

“Why are you still awake?” Anti asked with the familiar growl tinting his voice and he’s walking up beside him. Marvin stiffens at the close proximity and wets his lips.

“I’m studying,” he replied, turning the page of his book for emphasis. The book he is currently reading is over patronuses. Marvin had actually cast the spell a few days back and was quite pleased to find a tiger as his patronus. What an awesome animal to have. “I have a big test in a few days.”

Anti hums and grabs one of the books Marvin had set aside to look it over before setting it back down. “But lights out was half an hour ago,” he pointed out, leaning against a nearby wall. “You should have lights out.”

Marvin shifts how he is sitting in his chair, closing the heavy book. He had finished, anyway. “I just wanted to finish,” he answered, standing and walking towards the sleeping area. He’s stopped by Anti grabbing his wrist and he slowly looks towards him.

“Why were you put in here?” Anti asked aloud and Marvin asks himself the same question everyday, everynight. Every second. “Shouldn’t you be a Ravenclaw or something?”

“I ask myself that all the time,” Marvin replied, pulling his wrist from Anti’s grip. He flinches when one of the nails scrapes along his skin. “I’m going to sleep.”

“You’d better not screw up,” Anti said suddenly once Marvin had reached halfway up the stairs. He pauses and looks back down, swallowing heavily. “Jackieboy and Henrik aren’t here to protect you anymore. Screw up and you’ll have hell to pay.”

Marvin clears his throat and quickly climbs up the rest of the steps, leaping into his bed. The at he had brought, Mittens, meows and crawls on top of him, curling on his stomach. Of course he was threatened.

Anti never did like him.

A few days later and Marvin is wandering the school grounds to practice some more spells. Normally you aren’t allowed to practice spells ahead of your class because of the danger it holds. Marvin, however, was given special permission because of how ahead of everyone he is. He is currently practicing year four spells even though he’s only in the first half of his first year.

The headmaster calls Marvin his most promising student thus far.

Marvin is in the middle of one particular spell when he trips over something, landing face first onto the dirt ground. He spits out some dust that had gotten into his mouth and slowly pushes up, looking over his shoulder to see what it is he’d tripped over.

He nearly screams when his eyes land on a half decomposed corpse lying there.

He scrambles away as quickly as he could, kicking at the grass. He pants heavily. Where the hell would this body have come from? His eyes drift to the Forbidden Forest and a clump forms in his throat. Oh god.

And then the corpse moves.

He screams then.

The corpse lifts its head, turns its face towards him and he can see now that it looks a lot like Jack. Another ego, then? And now he notices how it is wearing a robe as well. How had he never seen him before if he’s a strange ego attending Hogwarts?

“Heyyyy….” the corpse greeted and grins at him. He slowly blinks and bites down on his lip, teeth pulling at the thin skin. “Sssssorry for tripping you. I felllll…”

“It’s um…. it’s okay?” Marvin replied questioningly and he’s so confused.

“I’m Robbie…” the corpse continued speaking and raises a shaking and partly decomposed hand. “I’m the ssschool zombie..”

“Sch- school zombie?” Marvin stammered yet he still takes the offered hand, wincing at the deathly cold skin on his. “What the heck is that? Also, I’m Marvin.”

“Me,” Robbie replied dumbly before slowly pushing up. “Dark forcessss brought me back to life and I’ve been here sssinccce.” His badge is a Hufflepuff, Robbie could now see. Why hadn’t Jack told him about the zombie? “Can we be friendssss? I don’t have many.”

Marvin could honestly see why. He shrugs, however. “Sure. I could be your friend,” he replied and the zombie grins widely.

That’s how Marvin became friends with the school zombie.

anonymous asked:

Is it just me or is Sam's social Media coming off as thirsty theses days. Its all plugging of various things but no content from him. All feels flat and generic. I don't have a problem with him promoting Barbour etc but I think it would be better if he managed to mix it up with a few chatty tweets as well.

The chatty tweets are there. I noticed that Twitter put replies on a different tab awhile back. Sam used to always retweet rather than reply and seems to be replying more so hag you don’t see more of his chatty tweets. I think that people were complaining that he was clogging up their feed with MPC encouragements, HBDs and other random tweets, so he changed to replying, but now we don’t see them and people think his SM is cold. I guess he just can’t win.

anonymous asked:

How do the dads comfort their kids after a bad day?

Daddy Thomas here! Let’s get through these bad days together, shall we?


When Daisy comes home with that look on her face, Brian can already feel his own stomach drop. He grabs the rocky road, turns on paranormal ice truckers, and holds his daughter close as she cries into his green shirt.


Lucien blasts his music through the house and Damien takes only a few moments to arrive in his son’s bedroom with some fancy eyeliner and oatmeal cream pies. The family regret that lives in the back of the pantry.


Carmensita needs nothing but a hot cup of tea and a blueberry muffin from the shop to turn her day around, but that doesn’t stop Mat from singing her the lullaby he’d sang to her since the day she was born.


Craig will interrogate to see if he needs to fight anyone first before taking the girls to the batting range and ice cream after. Nothing like rage and McDonald’s.


He leaves Ernest alone. It’s all you can do for that kid.


If only he’d done more…


Bible study. Then Stephen king. BUT BIBLE STUDY FIRST.

Yours, Daddy Thomas

Hi! and WCIF

So I’m slowly creeping back from hiatus. I’ve been building in TS2 the past few days and I’ve got several lots planned that I’ll be uploading over the next several weeks. I really like this Gypsy caravan… bohemian… thing, but it’s got several issues and will likely require a total rebuild.

Marvel at my solution for the crystal ball. :P So this brings me to the WCIF. I need links to download “unlocked” in-game objects that can be used in lot building but aren’t technically CC because they are the actual in-game objects (like the crystal ball). If you just happen to know off hand where some of this stuff is, that would help my search go faster! THANKS! (I really should bookmark this stuff when I see it which would make life easier after a re-install…)

anonymous asked:

Ron said they start filming again mid October, does that mean 16th?

I’m not sure. Cait made it sound like they have two weeks until they are back when she did the Canada promo, but they might have a few days before filming for costume fitting and anything else. Either way, it’s very soon.