you better clean that up miss

Studio Ghibli Sentence Meme
  • “Now I have something I want to protect. It’s you.”
  • “I’m not afraid to die!”
  • “You cannot change fate. However, you can rise to meet it, if you so choose.”
  • “They say that the best blaze brightest when circumstances are at their worst.”
  • “Fear and anger only make it grow faster.”
  • “I think I can handle it.”
  • “Here’s another curse for you - may all your bacon burn.”
  • “Don’t worry! Stay right where you are, I’m coming to get you! You’re gonna be fine, I won’t let him hurt you.”
  • “I need something of yours. How ‘bout your eyes?”
  • “We gotta get out of here! We’re gonna get in trouble!”
  • “You, you sabotaged me! Look! Look at what you’ve done to my hair! Look!”
  • “No more killing. It has to stop!”
  • “You sound ghastly, like some 90-year-old woman.”
  • “Guys, don’t take that food! We’re gonna get in trouble!”
  • “Fight ‘em! C’mon!”
  • “Smile so we can make a good impression.”
  • “We each need to find our own inspiration. Sometimes it’s not easy”
  • “I finally get a bouquet and it’s a goodbye present. That’s depressing.”
  • “Life is suffering. It is hard. The world is cursed. But still, you find reasons to keep living.”
  • “Sorry, it looks like you’re involved.”
  • “Oh, my baby! Are you all right? Are you emotionally traumatized?”
  • “Now I’m trying to look inside myself and find out how I did it.”
  • “Leave before it gets dark.”
  • “Once you do something, you never forget. Even if you can’t remember.”
  • “Cut off a wolf’s head and it still has the power to bite.”
  • “It’s all so familiar yet I know I’ve never been here before. I feel so at home.”
  • “Now I’m trying to look inside myself and find out how I did it.”
  • “I suggest you surrender. There is no ship coming to rescue you.”
  • “I had no idea that my rage could drive me to kill.”
  • “These days, there are angry ghosts all around us - dead from wars, sickness, starvation - and nobody cares.” 
  • “A heart’s a heavy burden.”
  • “Please! You must stop!”
  • “Well, well, well… hello kitty.”
    “You can’t be busy - you’re five!”
  • “So you say you’re under a curse? So what? So’s the whole damn world.”
  • “ I have really had enough of your incredible stupidity.”
  • “Lamebrain! They made an escape! Now step on it!”
  • “I didn’t want them to kill you.”
  • “It’s fun to move to a new place. It’s an adventure.”
  • “Welcome the rich man, he’s hard for you to miss. His butt keeps getting bigger, so there’s plenty there to kiss!”
  • “You shouldn’t be here! Get out!”
  • “He said Mom was ugly, now go get him!”
  • “Kill him and you’ll be famous.”
  • “I’ve seen him do this once before when a girl dumped him.”
  • “S/He’s alive. There goes that dream.”
  • “That was the night I died.”
  • “I’d rather be a pig than a fascist.”
  • “You don’t remember your name?”
  • “Don’t be afraid, I just want to help you.”
  • “Poor kids. I’ll really miss them.”
  • “I don’t fight for honor. I fight for a paycheck.”
  • “ No, No, No! Don’t do this! Help! Help! Crazy lady with the shovel!”
  • “She was once quite beautiful, so I decided to pursue her, then I realized she wasn’t, so then, as usual, I ran away.”
  • “You’re in love. Don’t deny it, you’ve been sighing all day”
  • “She never woke up again.”
  • “You blubber heads! I’m not runnin’ a luxury cruise! Now get to work!”
  • “Why does everything that’s good for you have to taste so bad?”
  • “Whatever you don’t want me to clean, better hide it now!”
  • “This is our little secret. You tell anyone and I’ll rip your mouth off.”
  • “I give up. I see no point in living if I can’t be beautiful.”
  • “If I lose my magic, that means I’ve lost absolutely everything.”
  • “ It’s… you’re scaring me. I have this weird feeling you’re going to leave. ”
  • “There’s a demon inside you.”
  • “Don’t get alarmed but I’m being followed. Act normal.”
  • “Don’t worry, I’ve got four-wheel drive.”
  • “This is what hatred looks like! This is what it does when it catches hold of you! It’s eating me alive, and very soon it will kill me!”
  • “Smooth. Very smooth. You definitely know how to make a good first impression.”
  • “Everyone fears their own mortality.”
  • “Play with me or I’ll break your arm!”
  • “I gotta get out of this place. Someday I’m getting on that train.”
  • “Wait give us a minute! This is clearly harassment.”
  • “Why do fireflies have to die so soon?”
  • “There you are, sweetheart. Sorry I’m late. I was looking everywhere for you.” 
  • “When you’re going to kill a god, let someone else do your dirty work.”
  • “Why did you stop me from killing her?”
  • “When I saw you, I just wanted to find a way to protect you.” 
  • “One thing you can always count on is that hearts change.”
  • “Tell me while you’re still alive!”
  • “This is a tomb for the both of us.”
  • “If nobody comes in, I’m gonna have to eat pancakes forever and be fat, fat, fat! And what am I supposed to do about that?”
  • “Even if you were a woman, you’d still be an idiot!”
  • “What do you say we give 'em a little demonstration of how fast we can run, huh?”
  • “HAM!”
5 Times Pie Would Have Saved the Day in Classic Literature

It is a truth universally acknowledged that pie is beautiful and delicious, and classic novels are full of characters gritting through their complicated, difficult lives. But what if these characters had a heartwarming slice of pie? Things could have been very different…


1. Captain Ahab. Was ever a man more in need of a slice of coconut cream pie? Like the giant whale Moby Dick, coconut cream pie is large and white, but far less likely to induce unholy fury and a life-shattering revenge spree. Plus, Ahab would have to sail to some beautiful tropic isle to obtain the requisite coconuts, and a balmy tropic vacation could only do good things for his chilly temper.


2. Scarlett O’Hara. This feisty Southern belle has demonstrated time and again that she won’t give her heart away easily. The only solution to her inevitable loneliness is a cherry pie as bold, classic, and all-American as Scarlett herself.


3. Dorian Gray. Rich, dreamy, and devilishly smooth. Are we describing Dorian Gray or a chocolate silk pie? You don’t know, and that’s why they’re the perfect match. Perhaps if Dorian had been able to channel the passions of his youth into eating chocolate pies, he wouldn’t have turned out as dark and bitter as a Ghiradelli 86% cacao bar. Just sayin’.


4. Miss Havisham. Jilted at the altar. Left alone with her misery in a rotting home. Surrounded for years by reminders of her thwarted romance. This woman needs some SUNSHINE in her life, for goodness’ sake! No pie is better suited to the task than a cheery lemon meringue. Its pillowy meringue, sunny yellow curd, and buttery crust are enough to make anyone clear out the cobwebs and start spring cleaning.


5. Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy. Look, man. We know you tried. But heading into a proposal with the general game plan of “Insult family, point out her inferiority, bring up class difference, overwhelm her with ardent love” was a pretty poor strategy, all things considered. Imagine how things might have gone over with Elizabeth B. if you had shown up, casually, with a steaming rhubarb pie. You could have told her her that the bold tartness of the rhubarb reminds you of her stinging wit, but that you believe she could also be subtly sweet. Things could have gone so much better for you, Darcy.

But, since you botched the first proposal attempt, maybe you should go practice swimming in the lake at Pemberley. Don’t ask us why.

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BTS Texts;-
21st Century Girl Dance Practice
Accidentally Walking In On BTS Shirtless
Accidentally Sending BTS A Text Meant For Your BFF
Accidentally Sending Your BTS Boyfriend A Text For Your Best Friend
Accidentally Spilling Something In BTS’s Shoes
After Hearing You Warm Up Your Voice
After Watching A Scary Movie With BTS
Angry J-Hope And Jimin When Someone Is Rude To You
Annoying Brother Jungkook
Asking Them Which Member They Would Sleep With If They Had To
Baby Pictures - Jin - Yoongi - Hobi - Namjoon - Jimin - Taehyung - Jungkook
Bad Pickup Lines From BTS
Best Friend Namjoon
Best Friend Namjoon ver.2 (accidentally did the same request twice didnt i)
Body Positivity (Yoongi, Hoseok and Jungkook)
BTS Calming You Down After Someone Insulted Your Sister
BTS Talking In Their Sleep
BTS When You’re Having A Girls Night
BTS Worrying When You’re Too Busy To Eat
Comforting BTS
Convincing You Hoseok Is Your Soulmate
Convincing You Jimin Is Your Soulmate
Convincing You Jin Is Your Soulmate
Convincing You Jungkook Is Your Soulmate
Convincing You Namjoon Is Your Soulmate
Convincing You Taehyung Is Your Soulmate
Convincing You Yoongi Is Your Soulmate
Drunk BTS
Drunk Karaoke With BTS
Dumb Picture Texts With Jungkook
Everyday Texts With Yoongi - Part 1 - Part 2
Finding Out You’re A Kickboxer
Finding Out Your Coworker Likes You
Finding Out You’re Dating Hoseok
Finding Out You’re Dating Yoongi
Finding Out You Have Coulrophobia (Fear Of Clowns)
FIRE MV
Freaking Out Over WINGS - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3
Goodnight Texts
Hoseok and Taehyung Keeping You Positive
Hoseok’s Birthday
Hoseok Getting Amnesia And Forgetting You - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 -
Hwarang
Jealous Poly!VHope
Jilin’s Birthday
Jimin Hinting That He Likes You
Jimin Missing You
Jungkook’s Birthday 
Jungkook Meme Texts
Namjoon’s Birthday
Namjoon Cheering You Up
Panicking When You Don’t Want To Eat
Period Texts - (Yoongi, Namjoon and Taehyung)
Period Texts - All Members
Poking Fun At Yoongi
Poly!JiKook
Poly!NamSeok
Poly!SugaMon
Poly!SugaMon Fluff
Poly!SugaMon - For Male ARMYs
Poly!SugaMon Missing You And Fighting For Your Attention
Poly!TaeKook pt.1
Poly!TaeKook pt.2
Poly!TaeGi Asking About Dinner Plans
Poly!VMin
Poly!YoonMin pt.1
Poly!YoonMin pt.2
Poly!YoonMin pt.3
Poly!YoonMin Fluff
Protective Jungkook When His Noona Is Dating Yoongi
Research Project Partner Yoongi
Saying Sorry After A Fight
Save Me MV
Sending The Boys To Buy Tampons
Setting You Up With Hoseok
Setting You Up With Jimin
Setting You Up With Taehyung ver.1
Setting You Up With Taehyung ver.2
Spamming BTS With Shrek Memes
Taehyung Being A Little Shit
Taehyung Cheering Up His Plus-Size Partner
Taehyung Meme Texts
Taehyung’s Reaction When Another Guy Kisses You
Talking In Your Sleep
Texting Namjoon When You Wake Up In The Hospital
Texting Taehyung When You Panic During A Presentation
Their Reaction When You’re On ‘We Got Married’ With Your Ultimate Bias
Trying To Creep You Out With Dolls
Trying To Make You Admit That You Like Hoseok
Trying To Make You Admit That You Like Yoongi
Trying To Set You Up With Jimin
When BTS Catch You Checking Them Out
When You Don’t Tell Yoongi You’re Having An Operation
When You Have Clinical Depression
When You Hear Someone In Your House Through The Night
When You Hurt Your Foot While Learning Their Dances
When You’re Intimidated By Jungkook
When Your Parents Can See Dirty Texts From BTS
When You Refuse To Go Out To Eat
When You Straighten Your Naturally Curly Hair (Yoongi, Tae and Kook)
When You Wake Up And Your BTS Boyfriend Isn’t Next To You
Young Forever Concept Photos
Young Forever MV
Yoongi’s Birthday 2017
Yoongi Comforting You
Yoongi Finds The Song You Wrote For Him
Yoongi Missing You
Yoongi’s Reaction When You Sing Your Niece To Sleep
Your Brother Texting BTS And They Reveal Something Dirty About You


BTS Snaps;-
Bad Pickup Lines From Jungkook
Best Friend Jimin Finding Out About Your Crush On Yoongi
Best Friends With Jimin and Taehyung
BTS Cheering You Up After A Bad Week
BTS Wanting Cuddles
Congratulating You On Being Clean From Drinking For 3 Months
Congratulating You On Being Free From Self Harm For A Year
Drunk Hoseok Confessing
Finding Out You Have A Unique Birthmark
Game Night
Hobi’s Birthday
Ignoring BTS While You’re Reading
Jealous Jimin
Jealous Jimin When You’re Better Friends On Snapchat With Yoongi
Jealous Jungkook
Jealous Poly!JiKook
Jealous Poly!YoonMin
Jimin Hinting That He Likes You
Jimin Missing You
Jin Asking You On A Dinner Date
Keeping You Company At A Party
Long Distance Relationship With Hoseok
Maknae Line Calling You Noona
Missing You
Movie Night
Moving In With Poly!YoonMin
Namjoon Missing You
Poly!Taegi
Poly!YoonMin Missing You
Puppy Bangtan
Random Jungkook Snaps
Sending You Disney Song Lyrics
Sneaking Out For Ice Cream
Taehyung Being A Little Shit
Taehyung Being Needy
Wanting You To Compliment Them
When The Guys Are Locked Out Of Your Place
When You Have Anxiety And Are Afraid Of Puking
When You’re Having A Panic Attack
When You Steal Their Clothes
Wingman Hoseok
Wishing You A Happy Birthday
Yoongi’s Birthday pt.1
Yoongi’s Birthday pt.2
Yoongi Missing You
Yoongi Missing You - new ver.


Random Posts;-
One Person


Edits;-
If The Guys Had Instagram -
Kim SeokjinMin YoongiJung HoseokKim Namjoon
Park JiminKim TaehyungJeon Jungkook –

Sometimes things are great! Sometimes… they’re really, really not. This is my personal plan for fixing everything when I don’t know what to do, and I thought other people might find it helpful. If you identify with this sentiment, but don’t think this is the right way for you to work on the problems you’re facing, that’s totally fine, and sometimes these aren’t things to work through by yourself.

This is what works for me, but really consider what your goals are and consider this as less of a how-to and more of possible framework to figure out where you want to go. A lot of this also refers to managing things within my apartment that aren’t super applicable if you aren’t the one responsible for your own groceries say. Use what’s useful and skip what’s not. You’ve got this.

Step One: Breathe, baby. This probably feels awful, whatever’s going on. Icky maybe. And that’s something that should change, but before the visible problems can shift, take a look at how you’re taking care of yourself right now. This step is the reset button - just a beginner’s step in areas that are central and maybe stressing you out. Stop the cycle of whatever was throwing you off.

I like to start with the executive function stuff. There might be a lot you feel like you have a lot to do - it’s been a while since things have been good about notes on all those readings, right? But unless there’s something absolutely 100% immediate and pressing, this first:

  • Drink some water. Wash your water bottle or a cup you like to drink from. Just one dish. The rest of them can wait just a little bit longer. Keep remembering to drink water. You’ll feel better.
  • How’s your room? Can you do some laundry? Get some things in the trash? Make your bed? Start with a single task that will get some things off the floor, but doesn’t feel scary. Leave the rest of it. You can fix it later.
  • When was the last time you ate something? Has it been a while? If there’s something at home, good. Eat that. If there isn’t, go pick something up from somewhere you feel safe. Worry about vegetables later. Eat anything right now.
  • Find somewhere you feel comfortable. Pick something acheivable. Do that thing. Whatever you’re ready for. Nothing scary. Nothing heavy. Spend some doing enough work that you feel like you’re being productive again; like you’ve finished something because you have! Then come back. Do you feel better?

In the interest of space, the rest is under the cut. :)

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Admit (Daveed Diggs x Reader)

AN: thank y’all for being so patient and understanding while waiting, and creds to @legendrarrymalfoy for the line about peanut butter and jelly 

Warning: smut

Request: @sunshinelafayette -  Could you write an imagine where the reader is a stagehand for Hamilton and she and Daveed used to be together until they had a really nasty breakup so they avoid each another at all costs. One day she has to bring something to his dressing room, so she goes when she thinks he has already went home, but they run into one another and get into an argument and one thing leads to another and feelings come out and they have hot dirty angry/makeup sex on the couch of his dressing room? Thank you!

Tag Buds: @huffleheyguys @artisticgamer @theoverlordofeverything @hmltntrsh51 @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit2 @megabooklover18

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As usual, you were the first person to arrive at the theater. It was easier to get in and make sure that the props were organized when the place was empty. There was no one to distract you with pesky questions, no cheating exes to, well, be near you. It was just better this way. By now everyone knew. Word spread fast in theater. Even if it didn’t, the two of you had been all over each constantly until, suddenly, you weren’t. Anyone could have guessed. Nobody seemed entirely surprised. No one amongst the crew and decent majority of the cast, anyway.

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the ultimate heathers lyric starter meme ( act 2 )

MY DEAD GAY SON

  • ❛  You wait just a minute, (name)!  ❜
  • ❛  It’s ignorant, hateful talk like yours that makes this world a place that they could not live in.  ❜
  • ❛  They were not dirty!  ❜
  • ❛  They were not wrong!  ❜
  • ❛  They were two lonely verses in the Lord’s great song.  ❜
  • ❛  Our boys were pansies, (name)!  ❜
  • ❛  Yes! My boys a homosexual, and that don’t scare me none.  ❜
  • ❛  I want the world to know, I love my dead, gay son.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve been thinking. Praying. Reading some magazines.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s time we opened our eyes.  ❜
  • ❛  Well, the good Lord created the universe.  ❜
  • ❛  The Lord created man.  ❜
  • ❛  I believe it’s all a part of His gigantic plan.  ❜
  • ❛  I know God has a reason for each mountain and each flower, and why he chose to let our boys get busy in the shower!  ❜
  • ❛  I never cared for homos much until I reared me one.  ❜
  • ❛  He loves his son.  ❜
  • ❛  Jesus says it’s cool!  ❜
  • ❛  They just had flair!  ❜
  • ❛  They were desperate to be free!  ❜
  • ❛  They took a rebel stance, stripped to their underpants.  ❜
  • ❛  I can’t believe that you still refuse to get a clue after all that we’ve been through.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m talking you and me, in the summer of ‘83.  ❜
  • ❛  That was one hell of a fishing trip.  ❜
  • ❛  Our jobs are now continuing the work that they begun.  ❜
  • ❛  They were good men!  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll teach the world to love.  ❜

SEVENTEEN

  • ❛  Fine, we’re damaged. Really damaged, but that does not make us wise.  ❜
  • ❛  We’re not special. We’re not different.  ❜
  • ❛  We don’t choose who lives and dies.  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s be normal. Watch bad movies, sneak a beer and watch TV.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t you want a life with me?  ❜
  • ❛  Can’t we be seventeen? That’s all I want to do.  ❜
  • ❛  If you could let me in, I could be good with you.  ❜
  • ❛  People hurt us, or they vanish, and you’re right, it really blows.  ❜
  • ❛  We let go, take a deep breath.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t stop looking in my eyes.  ❜
  • ❛  Is that so hard to do?  ❜
  • ❛  Let us be seventeen, if we’ve still got the right.  ❜
  • ❛  So what’s it gonna be?  ❜
  • ❛  I want to be with you.  ❜
  • ❛  Yeah, we’re damaged. Badly damaged.  ❜
  • ❛  Your love’s too good to lose.  ❜
  • ❛  Hold me tighter. Even closer.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll stay if I am what you choose.  ❜
  • ❛  You’re the one I choose.  ❜

SHINE A LIGHT

  • ❛  Deep inside of everyone there’s a hot ball of shame.  ❜
  • ❛  If we show the ugly parts that we hide away, they turn out to be beautiful by the light of day.  ❜
  • ❛  Every day’s a battlefield when pride’s on the line.  ❜
  • ❛  I attack your weakness and pray you don’t see mine.  ❜
  • ❛  If I share my ugly parts and you show me yours, our love can knock our walls down and unlock all our doors.  ❜
  • ❛  Who wants to share what’s in their heart?  ❜
  • ❛  No volunteers? Fine, I’ll start.  ❜
  • ❛  I live alone. My husband left. My kids are grown.  ❜
  • ❛  In the 60s love was free, that did not work out well for me.  ❜
  • ❛  The revolution came and went – tried to change the world, barely made a dent.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve struggled with despair.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve joined a cult.  ❜
  • ❛  I chant, I prayed but God’s not there.  ❜
  • ❛  (name) I’m ending our affair!  ❜
  • ❛  I faked it every time.  ❜

LIFEBOAT

  • ❛  I float in a boat in a raging black ocean, low in the water with no where to go.  ❜
  • ❛  The people smell desperate.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll sink any minute so someone must go.  ❜
  • ❛  Everyone’s pushing! Everyone’s fighting!  ❜
  • ❛  There’s no where to hide.  ❜
  • ❛  The captain is pointing. well who made her captain?  ❜
  • ❛  Still, the weakest must go.  ❜

SHINE A LIGHT (REPRISE)

  • ❛  Aw look, (name) is gonna cry.  ❜
  • ❛  Stupid childproof caps!  ❜
  • ❛  Aw look, (name) is gonna whine all night.  ❜
  • ❛  You don’t deserve to live.  ❜
  • ❛  Why not kill yourself?  ❜
  • ❛  Here, have a sedative.  ❜
  • ❛  Whine, whine, whine like there’s no Santa Clause.  ❜
  • ❛  You’re pathetic because you whine!  ❜
  • ❛  You whine all night!  ❜
  • ❛  Your ass is off the team!  ❜
  • ❛  Go on and bitch and moan.  ❜
  • ❛  You don’t deserve the dream!  ❜
  • ❛  You’re gonna die alone.  ❜

KINDERGARTEN BOYFRIEND

  • ❛  He was sweet, he said that I was smart.  ❜
  • ❛  He was good at sports and people liked him.  ❜
  • ❛  At nap time, once, we shared a mat.  ❜
  • ❛  I didn’t sleep, I sat and watched him breathing.  ❜
  • ❛  I watched him dream for almost half an hour. Then he woke up.  ❜
  • ❛  He pulled a scab off one time playing kickball, kissed me quick and pressed it in my hand.  ❜
  • ❛  I took that scab and put it in a locket, all year long I wore it near my heart.  ❜
  • ❛  He didn’t care if I was thin or pretty.  ❜
  • ❛  He was mine until we hit first grade.  ❜
  • ❛  Last night I dreamed a horse with wings flew down into my home room.  ❜
  • ❛  Now we’re all grown up and we know better.  ❜
  • ❛  Now we recognize the way things are.  ❜
  • ❛  Certain boys are just for kindergarten.  ❜
  • ❛  Certain girls are meant to be alone.  ❜
  • ❛  I believe that any dream worth having, is a dream that should not have to end.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll build a dream that I can live in, and this time I’m never waking up.  ❜

YO GIRL

  • ❛  Oh my god, is she dead?  ❜
  • ❛  Just another geek trying to imitate the popular people and failing miserably.  ❜
  • ❛  keep it together.  ❜
  • ❛  I knew you would come far.  ❜
  • ❛  Smell how gangsta you are.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m so sorry.  ❜
  • ❛  Feel a bit punchy?  ❜
  • ❛  She’s not looking so well.  ❜
  • ❛  You’ve earned that red scrunchie.  ❜
  • ❛  Come join (name) in hell.  ❜
  • ❛  Where have you been?  ❜
  • ❛  We’ve been worried sick!  ❜
  • ❛  Your friend, (name), stopped by.  ❜
  • ❛  He told us everything.  ❜
  • ❛  He’s got your hand writing down cold.  ❜
  • ❛  Please, honey, talk to us.  ❜
  • ❛  No, you wouldn’t understand.  ❜
  • ❛  Guess who’s right down the block?  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve experienced everything you’re going through.  ❜
  • ❛  Guess who’s climbing the stairs?  ❜
  • ❛  Your problems seem like life and death, I promise they’re not.  ❜
  • ❛  Guess who’s picking your lock.  ❜
  • ❛  You don’t know what my world looks like!  ❜
  • ❛  Times up! Go say your prayers.  ❜
  • ❛  (name)’s running on fumes now.  ❜
  • ❛  (name)’s totally fried.  ❜
  • ❛  (name)’s gotta be tripping on shrooms now.  ❜
  • ❛  (name)’s done for, there’s no doubt now.  ❜
  • ❛  Notify next of kin.  ❜
  • ❛  Too late, he got in.  ❜
  • ❛  Sorry for coming in through the window, dreadful etiquette I know.  ❜
  • ❛  Get out of my house!  ❜

MEANT TO BE YOURS

  • ❛  All is forgiven baby!  ❜
  • ❛  Come on, get dressed! You’re my date to the pep rally tonight!  ❜
  • ❛  You chucked me out like I was trash.  ❜
  • ❛  For that, you should be dead.  ❜
  • ❛  Then it hit me like a flash: what if high school went away instead?  ❜
  • ❛  Those assholes are the key.  ❜
  • ❛  They’re keeping you away from me.  ❜
  • ❛  They made you bling, messed up your mind.  ❜
  • ❛  I can set you free!  ❜
  • ❛  You left me and I fell apart.  ❜
  • ❛  I punched the wall and cried.  ❜
  • ❛  I found you changed my heart and set loose all that truthful shit inside.  ❜
  • ❛  So, I built a bomb!  ❜
  • ❛  Tonight our school is Vietnam.  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s guarantee they never see their senior prom!  ❜
  • ❛  I was meant to be yours.  ❜
  • ❛  We were meant to be one.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t give up on me now.  ❜
  • ❛  Finish what we’ve begun.  ❜
  • ❛  In the rubble of their tomb, we’ll plant this not explaining why they died.  ❜
  • ❛  Our burned bodies may finally get through to you.  ❜
  • ❛  Your society churns out slaves and blanks, no thanks.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll watch the smoke pour out the doors.  ❜
  • ❛  Bring marshmallows, we’ll make s’mores.  ❜
  • ❛  We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars.  ❜
  • ❛  I can’t make it alone.  ❜
  • ❛  You were meant to be mine.  ❜
  • ❛  I am all that you need.  ❜
  • ❛  You carved open my heart, can’t just leave me to bleed.  ❜
  • ❛  Open the door please.  ❜
  • ❛  Can we not fight anymore?  ❜
  • ❛  (Name), sure, you’re scared, I’ve been there.  ❜
  • ❛  (Name), don’t make me come in there.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m gonna count to three. 1, 2, fuck it–  ❜
  • ❛  Oh my god.  ❜
  • ❛  Please don’t leave me alone.  ❜
  • ❛  You were all I could trust.  ❜
  • ❛  I can’t do this alone, still, I will if I must.  ❜

DEAD GIRL WALKING (REPRISE)

  • ❛  I wanted someone strong who could protect me.  ❜
  • ❛  I let his anger fester and infect me.  ❜
  • ❛  His solution is a lie.  ❜
  • ❛  No one here deserves to die, except for me and the monster I created.  ❜
  • ❛  Heads up (name).  ❜
  • ❛  I’m a dead girl walking.  ❜
  • ❛  Can’t hide from me.  ❜
  • ❛  There’s your final bell.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s one more dance and then farewell.  ❜
  • ❛  (name) told me you just committed suicide?  ❜
  • ❛  Yeah, well, he’s wrong about a lot of things.  ❜
  • ❛  I through together a lovely tribute, especially considering the short notice.  ❜
  • ❛  What’s under the gym?  ❜
  • ❛  That’s it.  ❜
  • ❛  What’s that sound?  ❜
  • ❛  Give a great big yell!  ❜
  • ❛  Step away from the bomb.  ❜
  • ❛  This little thing? I’d hardly call it a bomb.  ❜
  • ❛  This is just to trigger the packs of thermals upstairs –those are bombs.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish your mom had been a little stronger.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish she’d stayed around a little longer.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish your dad were good.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish grownups understood.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish we’d met before they convinced you life is war.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish you’d come with me.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish I had more TNT!  ❜

I AM DAMAGED

  • ❛  I am damaged. Far too damaged.  ❜
  • ❛  You’re not beyond repair.  ❜
  • ❛  Stick around here, make things better.  ❜
  • ❛  You beat me fair and square.  ❜
  • ❛  Please stand back now.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t know what this thing will do.  ❜
  • ❛  Hope you miss me.  ❜
  • ❛  Wish you’d kiss me.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll trade my life for yours.  ❜
  • ❛  Wait, hold on!  ❜
  • ❛  Once I disappear, clean up the mess down here.  ❜
  • ❛  Not this way!  ❜
  • ❛  Say hi to God.  ❜

SEVENTEEN (REPRISE)

  • ❛  Listen up kids, war is over.  ❜
  • ❛  Brand new sheriff’s come to town.  ❜
  • ❛  We are done with acting evil.  ❜
  • ❛  We will lay our weapons down.  ❜
  • ❛  We’re all damaged, we’re all frightened, we’re all freaks but that’s alright.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll endure it. We’ll survive it.  ❜
  • ❛  (name) are you free tonight?  ❜
  • ❛  High school may not ever end.  ❜
  • ❛  Still, I miss you.  ❜
  • ❛  I’d be honored, if you’d let me be your friend.  ❜
  • ❛  We can be seventeen.  ❜
  • ❛  If nobody loves me now, someday somebody will.  ❜
  • ❛  There’s still time to make things.  ❜
  • ❛  One day we’ll change the world, but let’s kick back tonight.  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s go be seventeen, take off our clothes and dance.  ❜
  • ❛  This could be our final chance.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll make it beautiful.  ❜

anonymous asked:

Can you do a story where Scully is sick and tearful and Mulder comforts her? I love vulnerable Scully, there is not enough fanfic like that. Or do you know any tumblers that do XF sick fic or Scully sick fic? I am new to tumblr so not very good at navigating it, thanks

I have a fairly long fic where Scully’s sick, Mulder wants to comfort her, and she learns little by little to accept it.  It’s cancer arc, and it’s called Between Sorrow and Bliss.

As for vulnerable… this is an idea that’s been kicking around in my brain.  Set in S2, immediately after Irresistible.




She stands frozen in the motel bathroom, unable to make herself walk towards the bathtub along the far wall.  It’s like an open mouth threatening to swallow her whole, to finish the job that Donnie Pfaster had begun, hours before.

Scully had hoped hard that the motel would have rooms with just shower stalls, but they’d had no such luck, and she doesn’t want to go out into the room where Mulder is waiting and ask him to leave and find a different place to stay the night.  If she does, he’ll want to know why, and the last thing she wants is for him to know how deeply all of this is still affecting her.  It’s bad enough that she’d broken down in his arms at Pfaster’s house; she’s not willing for him to know she’s in here losing her mind over a bathtub.

You have to get clean, she tells herself sternly.  You will feel much better once you’ve washed the dirt and blood out of your hair.  She takes a single, tentative step towards the tub, and right away, her chest seizes up and she can’t breathe.  The tightness in her lungs is painful, she’s lightheaded immediately, and she sinks back against the closed bathroom door with a loud thunk.

In seconds, Mulder is right outside, knocking at the door.  “Scully?  You okay in there?”  She opens her mouth to call out yes, she’s fine, everything’s fine, stay out there, but her voice is strangled in her throat.  She can’t draw enough breath to get the words out.  “Scully?”  Mulder’s sounding panicked now.  She gives him about fifteen more seconds until he breaks the door down, and it’s the thought of having to explain to Skinner why the FBI is being billed for a destroyed bathroom doorframe that finally forces her to move.  

Scully wraps a towel tightly around herself and unlocks the door.  She opens it and steps back, looking down, still trying to force air into her stubborn, traitorous lungs, knowing that the moment she looks up at his face, he’ll see it in her eyes.

“The, uh….”  She takes a deep breath, managing to keep it from sounding like a gasp.  “The shower wouldn’t turn on.”  She risks a look at his face to find he’s frowning at her skeptically.  He crosses the bathroom, leans over and flicks the tap, which, of course, works immediately.  But the deep booming of the water rushing into the tub sets Scully off again, and before she can stop herself she’s backed against the wall, sinking down to the floor.  She’s dimly aware that her towel is slipping, but she can’t bring herself to care.

“Turn it off,” she hisses, and Mulder hastens to comply.  He crouches down in front of her, concern written all over his face.  He doesn’t need to ask what the problem is; he went through Pfaster’s entire house before they’d left the scene.  He saw the tub that had been prepared for her.  He reaches out and gently fixes her towel where it’s begun to gap at the bottom.

“Tell me what to do, Scully,” he urges her, his voice low and soothing.  “How can I help?”  She shakes her head.

“You can’t,” she says.  “I wanted… I just wanted to shower, that’s all… but… I just froze.”  She covers her face, ashamed, but Mulder’s having none of that.  He reaches out and takes her hand.

“Scully,” he says, “there’s absolutely nothing for you to be embarrassed about here.  I told you before, agents with way more experience in the field than you have folded on cases like this- and that’s without any of them having actually been abducted by the killer.”

“I just wanted to get clean,” she whispers, and she hates how weak her voice sounds.  Mulder nods.  He looks around, and, standing, he takes a small stack of washcloths down from the rack above the toilet.  He reaches down and takes her hand, pulling her to her feet.

“How about this?” he suggests, leading her out of the bathroom.  The motel room is the sort that has the tub and toilet in the bathroom proper, with a sink and vanity in a little area off the rest of the room.  “You can fill up the sink and use the washcloths to bathe.”  He shuts the bathroom door behind him.  “You won’t even have to look at the bathtub at all.  And if you want, I’ll go to my room and give you some privacy.”

“No!”  The cry is out of her mouth before she can stop it, and she blushes.  “I mean… you don’t have to go.”  She hunches her shoulders.  “I’m not ready to… I don’t want to….”

“You don’t want to be alone?”  There’s no judgement in his voice, only kindness, and she nods.  “Well… I’m not ready to leave you alone, so that works for me.”  And looking at his face, at the fear that hasn’t yet fully left his eyes, she realizes: this has shaken him badly.  He had to have been terrified when she’d gone missing, so soon after the last time.

“Okay,” she says.  “It’s a good idea.”  He nods and gives the hand he’s still holding a squeeze, then releases it.

“I’ll be right over here watching TV,” he says, and he leaves her to it.

Scully gets herself cleaned up quickly, taking extra care with the bruised and abraded patches, and she immediately begins to feel better.  Once her body has been scrubbed clean, though, she’s presented with a problem: her hair.  In order to wash it, she’ll have to somehow get her entire head into the sink, and it’s not very deep.  She’s not sure how she’ll be able to rinse out the shampoo without dumping water over her head, and she’s likely to make a mess.

“Everything okay?” calls Mulder from his place on the bed.  She wraps the towel back around herself and goes out to him.

“Yeah,” she says.  “I think I’m just going to have to skip my hair, though.  I can’t figure out how to do it without soaking the carpet.”  Mulder looks thoughtful.

“I could help you, if you want,” he suggests, and as Scully blanches, he backtracks.  “But if not, that’s okay,” he says quickly.  “If it would make you uncomfortable-”

“It’s not that,” she says.  “It’s just… he wanted to wash my hair.”  Mulder nods, thinking.  “I’m not sure how I’ll do with someone else doing it.”

“What if I talked to you, the whole time?” he offers tentatively.  “So you would know it was me.”  He goes over to the table by the window and seizes one of the chairs there, dragging it over.  “You can sit in this, on a couple of pillows, and lean back against the counter.  That way you can see my face the whole time.”  Scully bites her lip, thinking, weighing the possibility of panicking with the potential relief of getting the blood and dirt out of her hair.  And even if she does lose it, she realizes, Mulder isn’t going to judge her for it.  She takes a deep breath.

“Okay,” she agrees.  Mulder takes the pillows from the bed and puts them on the seat of the chair.  He folds a towel and lays it across the counter to cushion her neck, and unwraps one of the plastic drinking cups from the counter.  Scully sits down gingerly and leans back as he runs the water, fiddling with the hot and cold taps until he’s got the temperature right.

“Remember, you’re supposed to keep talking,” she prompts him, and he smiles down at her.

“My mom used to do this for me when I was a kid,” he tells her, as he uses the drinking cup to wet the hair around her hairline.  “I swam all the time- in the ocean during the summer, in the pool for swim team the rest of the year- and I was always getting ear infections.  So my mom would have me lie across the kitchen counter and she’d wash my hair in the sink to keep the water out of my ear.”  He squeezes her shampoo onto his hand and begins to work up a lather.  The scent wafts into her nostrils, and for a moment, her chest begins to constrict again.  She trains her eyes on his face and does not look away.

This is Mulder, she tells herself.  Mulder, who would never hurt you, who cares for you deeply, who doesn’t want to let you out of his sight tonight because he was so frightened of losing you.  Gradually, her breathing returns to normal, and Mulder smiles encouragingly at her.

“Samantha, on the other hand, almost never got ear infections,” he continues, rinsing the shampoo out of her hair, studiously guarding her eyes with his other hand.  “She didn’t do swim team, though, so she had less exposure to the water than I did.  One time, though….”  He smiles wryly.  “She did get one, after a nasty cold.  And my mother, for one reason or another, was out for the evening, and it was bath time, so I figured I’d wash her hair for her.”  He rubs conditioner on his hands and spreads it through her hair, massaging her scalp in a way that has her nearly groaning with pleasure.  “I had her lie on the counter, just like I always did… only, her hair was long, unlike mine, and I never thought to make sure to keep her hair out of the drain.  It got caught in the gears of the garbage disposal, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t work it free.”  He rinses out the conditioner.  “So I went for the kitchen scissors, and… well… let’s just say our mother had to take Sam the the hairdresser’s first thing in the morning to fix the worst haircut she ever had.”  Scully laughs, and most of the remaining tension leaves her chest.

“It’s a good thing you didn’t tell me that story before you offered to do this,” she says.  “I might not have agreed.”  Mulder laughs.

“Nah, there’s no garbage disposal in this sink,” Mulder says.  He turns the water off and hands Scully a dry towel.  “Okay, you’re all done.”  She sits up and dries her hair off, smiling at him gratefully, shyly.

“Thank you,” she says.  “I know hair-washing doesn’t really fall into the list of expectations partners should have for each other.”  Mulder’s expression softens, and he reaches for her hand.

“Scully,” he says, “you can expect me to have your back, always.  No matter what that entails.  You need me to cover you while you’re charging in to save the day?  You got it.  You need me to play beauty shop late at night in a cheap motel room?”  He reaches over, towel in hand, and catches a stream of water dripping from her hair down her neck before it reaches her shoulder.  “I’m there.  Whatever you need, Scully, I wanna be there for you.  Always.”

anonymous asked:

hey girl can you do one where the reader gets a lot of twitter hate and so they get really insecure and josh has to convince her he loves her no matter what? thanks so much, i love your work and you so much

JOSH DUN IMAGINE

triggers: hate messages, self hate (idk it’s not bad promise) 

You know that you shouldn’t be scrolling through the hash tag “joshdeservesbetter” but you are, because you’re curious and because it’s trending. You also know that your eyes are watering but you’re on the tour bus and there is no way in hell you’re letting yourself cry in front of the guys. Another push of the refresh button, another new slew of tweets full of hate. The past few hours had consisted of scrolling through the comments written to tear you down. They seemed to be doing their job, however, because here you were with a sinking feeling in your chest as you read yet another hateful tweet. Were you really this awful? This annoying?  This fat? Was your acne really that bad?  Did your face bother people that much?

You can feel Josh watching you from the corner of your eye but he isn’t saying anything so you continue along your journey of self-inflicted torture. You’re another 5 tweets down when one particularly popular tweet catches your eye.  It reads: ‘Josh’s natural light gets duller when Y/N’s at his side’ And that’s it.  That’s what makes the tears fall. Do they think you don’t know this? You know you don’t deserve Josh. For God sakes you weren’t even dating when you first realized this. This is what keeps you up at night, knowing the person that you love deserves so much than you.

All those menacing thoughts were going through your head when a voice starts speaking, “Y/N, what’s wrong?” Tyler asks.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just missing home, I guess.” God you were an awful liar. Hopefully this doesn’t sound like total bullshit coming out of your mouth.

“I’m sorry, I know it can get rough.” he replies.

“Yeah, it can,” you cough awkwardly before standing up, “I’m just gonna go clean up a bit, yeah?” You don’t even wait for a response from Tyler before you’re rushing past him.  You needed to get out of there.

You had your eyes on the bathroom when you could hear someone approaching behind you.

“I know you don’t just miss home,” Josh says.  He reaches out his hand and delicately brushes a stray strand of hair out of your face.  You rub your running nose with the sleeve of your sweatshirt and look down at your feet.  

“I do, I’m fine though-“ you lie.  

But Josh knows better.  He snakes his arm through yours and drags you to the back of the bus where the bunks are located.  He sits on his, and all but pulls you down next to him.

“I saw you glued to your phone, talk to me,” he urges.

Josh’s arm winds around your waist, fingers resting gently on your side. Normally you wouldn’t mind the feeling, but not now that you had gained weight. You could feel Josh’s fingers digging into the fat on your side and it disgusted you. No doubt it disgusted Josh as well. You squirmed in Josh’s grasp; trying to move his hand away as tears filled your eyes once again. In response to your sudden embarrassment, you bury your face into the crook of his neck, and allowed the tears to flow freely down your cheeks and into the hollow of Josh’s collarbones.

Josh slipped his hand underneath the hem of your shirt, fingertips gently pushing down the waistband of both your sweatpants and underwear to expose your hipbone fully. In a gentle pattern, his thumb started rubbing circles on the exposed skin. What used to be a comforting gesture was now nothing short of uncomfortable.

“Stop.” You murmured softly, your voice thick with tears. Immediately, Josh could tell that something was wrong, just in the tone of your voice.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked gently, but his voice gave away just how concerned he was.

“Josh, do you think I’m… fat?” you asked softly, not daring to look into his eyes. You nervously played with the hem of your shirt, picking at a loose thread.

“What?” Josh said, sounding almost too shocked. Like an act.  “Are you serious?  What’s this about?”

“Just answer the question,” you pleaded.  You had to know.

“No, love, I don’t think you’re fat.”  Josh turned on the bed to face you, reaching for your hands as you tried to pull away.  “Now tell me why you’re asking.”

“No reason,” you mutter. “Just wondering.”

Josh shook his head, knowing you were lying to him. ”No, there must be a reason. You can tell me. You know you can tell me anything.”

Your fake smile fell to the frown you had been suppressing. You opened your mouth, but nothing came out except for a strangled sob as the dam finally broke loose and tears streamed down your face at full fledge. Josh had this uncanny ability to break down all of your walls, no matter how strong you tried to build them up.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into Josh’s lap.  Josh hated seeing you cry, simply hated it. And when you wouldn’t tell him what was wrong, but started crying, he was worried even more. “Baby,” he whispered, drawing small patterns on your back to try to calm you down, “C’mon, talk to me.”

“The fans—“ you choked out, “they’ve been saying things.” You managed to say in between sobs.

”Babe, what did the fans say?” he asked softly.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket, handing it to Josh, not muttering a word. The Twitter app had been left open, all Josh had to do was unlock your phone and the source of all your tears would be there for him to see.

‘@joshuadun you realize you’re like, proper famous now, right? you can get any girl you want… #joshdeservesbetter’

‘#joshdeservesbetter than kissing a butterface before bed every night’

‘#joshdeservesbetter than EVERYTHING Y/N IS’

‘just don’t understand how someone like @joshuadun ends up with someone like Y/N #joshdeservesbetter’

‘#joshdeservesbetter than someone unable to keep up with their body’

Josh brought a hand up to cover over his mouth, closing the phone and setting it on the end table. Those were just the first few tweets as he scrolled down, he wasn’t able to read beyond that.

“See, Josh? I told y-you I was awful!” you cried.

“No, baby, you’re not. Those aren’t real fans. Those are fake fans.” he said, “They’re only trying to tear you down.”

“Not a single one of those things are true, you’re beautiful and funny, and smart and talented and you deserve so much.”

You felt your chest tighten as Josh began rocking you back and forth.  You needed to get out of there, you felt suffocated by Josh’s words, filled with love.  You knew you didn’t deserve to breathe them in. You started to pull away, but Josh tightens his hold.

“I know you’re not going to believe a single word I say right now, and that’s okay,” he whispers.  “But I’m going to keep saying them until you do.  Y/F/N, you are a beautiful, beautiful person. And I want you to just try to believe me when I say this to you. Everything those people are saying, it’s fake. You are not fat, baby, not by any means.  You’re perfect.”

You looked up at Josh, wiping away the stubborn tears that had still refused to leave your eyes. “Really?” you asked, biting your lip in a way that drove Josh absolutely insane.

“Really babe.” That answer must have been enough for you, because you finally smiled, and ducked your head, blush spreading across your cheeks.

“I’ll try,” you mutter, letting your head fall back against Josh’s chest.  His hand ran tenderly up and down the back of your spine, and you realized it didn’t make you squirm.  “I’ll try to believe you.”

Abandoned//Scott McCall

Characters: Scott McCall, Malia Tate, Derek Hale, Reader.

Originally posted by hvproductions

I fell in love with you at 3:16 on March 4th. It was a Tuesday, I think it rained. I met you at 8:02 on September 26th. It was my first day of school, I was new to town. Lydia was my peer guide so I sat with you at lunch. You made me laugh. I laughed all the time with you, Agent Scotty.

“You’re really going to sneak into coach’s office and do it?”

“Yes! Stiles has done it. I’ll just redo it and put it on his desk. He’ll never know I flunked the test.” Scott shrugs.

“I don’t have a good feeling about this.” You sighed.

“Trust me. I’m like a spy. He’ll never know I was there.”

“A spy, huh?” You giggled.

“Agent McCall.” He raised an eyebrow.

“Sounds too formal…” You looked up at his smile.

“Agent Scotty.” You laughed, his smile widening as he laughed with you.

“Agent Scotty at your service.” He saluted you.

“Well, Scotty, I need the flunked test on my desk by 4 p.m. You better not fail me!”

“Yes, chief!” He shouts as he takes off down the hall to coach’s office.

You were my best friend. You had Stiles and I had Lydia, but we had each other. You were my net.

Do you remember that time we got caught cooking a 3-course dinner at 4 o'clock in the morning by your mom? I do. She was so mad at first, but then she grabbed a plate and sat down and ate with us.

What about that time we’d convinced Stiles that Leonardo DiCaprio was never in Titanic? He was so pissed when he found out we’d tricked him. He told Lydia he loved Ryan Gosling’s work in that movie. He wouldn’t talk to us until we brought him pizza and a life-sized cutout of Leonardo DiCaprio in the movie. I think he still has it in his apartment.

Did I tell you that Lydia and Stiles are engaged? He proposed last week.

Do you remember our first date? You took me to the reserve. We became official there. It was January 6th at 10:42 p.m. That was a Monday.

“Scott it’s super dark out here.”

“Trust me, Y/N. Please?”

“Okay. I do trust you. It’s just..really dark.” You grasp his hand and he squeezes it.

You walked until you reached light. You looked over the town, sighing as Scott approached the edge.

“You brought me to our spot.” You smile.

“Oh but of course. Where else would I take you?”

“I don’t know..” You look around. “Promise me that that if this doesn’t work out we’ll still be friends?”

“God, Y/N..you’re my best friend. Nothing, and I mean nothing will change that.” He stood behind you and wrapped his arms around you. “Besides, why is that even a question?”

“I don’t know. I just thought I’d ask.”

He kisses your cheek. “I plan on staying your boyfriend, if you don’t mind.”

“Boyfriend?” You look up at him.

“I mean…yeah. I thought so…is this weird? Am I making this weird? I didn’t know if we were official or not so..” He blushes.

“No, I like it. You’re my boyfriend.” You laugh.

“Good. That makes me feel better.”

I told my mom about you that night. She knew you only as my friend. I’d never told her I’d liked you. I gushed, and as embarrassing as it is to think back on, I’d do it again, just so I could talk about you like you were brand new.

I lost my virginity to you, it was February 14th. Super cliche. But you knew that, you were there. The sex was terrible and we both knew it, but it was Valentine’s Day, it was supposed to be romantic. We cuddled afterward, that was the first time you spent the night. I remember thinking how warm you were, I loved it. We woke up the next morning and you ran out of my room, afraid of my mom coming in. She wouldn’t have minded, she loved you. She knew that you were the one for me.

The next week was amazing. We were closer than we’d ever been. It was obvious to everyone that we’d taken that step but we didn’t care.

“God, Y/N…just go to the janitor’s closet already.” Malia rolls her eyes.

“Oh shut up. I’m just looking at him.” You roll your eyes.

“No, you’re devouring him.” She nudges your arm as you continue to stare.

“I can do that. He’s mine.” You smile at Scott across the room and he smirks.

The day I fell in love with you I’d just wrecked my car. My mom wouldn’t answer the phone and I walked to your house for help. You found me standing outside. It definitely did rain, now that I’m talking about it, because I was dripping wet. I even you remember you saying something flirty about it. I stood there shivering, my arms crossed over my chest. I was wearing that big blue jacket of yours. You pulled me inside, your warmth already making me feel better.

“Babe what happened?” Scott asks you, unzipping your jacket.

“There was a deer. I swerved to miss it and hit the guard rail.” You sighed, pulling your wet hair up. Your makeup was smeared all over your face.

“Look, I know I’m supposed to support my girlfriend and all but you’re a hot, hot mess.” Scott gives you a once over.

You laugh and step out of your shoes. They squelch as you put them to the side. “Thanks for that support then.”

“I’m just saying. Look, I’ll call AAA and we’ll take care of it. For now, come upstairs and get changed.”

You nod and take his hand as he leads you upstairs.

You changed into his T-shirt and some boxers, climbing into his bed. “Babe hold me. I’m cold.” You pouted at him.

He sits on top of his sheets, holding you in his arms. “I called while you changed, they said they’d get your insurance number from your mom.”

“Thanks, Scotty.” You sigh into his chest.

“Hey, that’s what I’m here for.” He smiles.

“Scott….” You mutter.

“Yeah, babe?” He looks down at you.

“I’m in love with you.” You said proudly. You knew he’d reciprocate, you’d heard him say it in his sleep.

A big smile spreads across his face. “I love you too.” He kisses you gently, your wet hair falling into his face.

You took care of me so well, everyone knew we’d get married. We even looked into getting married in a state that would allow us to get married as minors. We never did though, we kept putting it off. You said you’d never proposed so it wasn’t official, but I knew it was because of your mom and dad. You never talked about their relationship much, you just swore up and down to me you’d never become him.

We never got the change to get married.

I lost you June 19th. I know the exact time. Every time I see I flash on a clock my heart breaks. It was 9:29 p.m. You’d gone out with Derek to talk to an alpha of another pack. Derek showed up on my doorstep, unable to speak. My last words to you were ‘don’t do anything stupid.’

You heard a knock at your door, you figured it was Scott so you ran to it before anyone else could answer it. It was Derek, he’d been crying. He had tears running down his red cheeks, he was bent over, he looked emotionally drained.

“Derek, what’s wrong?”

“Scott. H-he…we were all calm and we trusted the other alpha…he just…” He sniffles and you lean against the door frame.

“Derek…what’s going on?”

“Scott…he’s…he’s gone. The other alpha broke his neck..I just..God it happened so fast, Y/N! I’m so sorry!”

You fell to your knees, a scream ripping from your throat. This wasn’t real, it wasn’t real. This was just one of those dreams that Scott would hold you through. You’d wake up in Scott’s warm arms and he’d be stroking your hair.

“No…no it’s not real.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I took him to the hospital.”

Your sobs rang through the house, your vision going blurry. You felt your body go numb, the only thing you could hear was your heart pounding. Your tears soaked the front of your T-shirt. It was Scott’s, you’d kept it from the time you wrecked.

Derek squatted in front of you, holding you as you cried.

“He’s gone Derek. He left me! He left me in this stupid town and now I have no one!” You screamed. “I’m all alone! He abandoned me! The love of my life is dead!”

I’m sitting here writing you this letter. I hope you can read it in spirit. I plan on leaving this at your grave..your mom said they clean it up every week. So, read it before then.

I did find a ring in your room. Your mom let me go look after you died. It was in the second drawer in your desk. It had a blue post-it with my name on it. It’s beautiful. I still have the post-it. I left it on my fridge just so I can still see your handwriting.

I better end this letter before it gets too long. I love you, Scotty. I miss you.

anonymous asked:

RFA + V + Saeran with an MC that has a habit of singing/dancing around their house/apartment even if there's no music? And it's like, weird dancing, not good dancing? Thanks

Sure, Anon, I wanted to put songs to the names… I hope you don’t mind. You don’t have to listen to the song, of course. Obviously i dont own any of the music

Yoosung - Me & my Broken Heart

  • You were making lunch in the     kitchen when you began to hum a song    
  • And humming turned into full     blown singing
  • And then dancing…
  • It was a music act.
  • Yoosung was peering at you     from around the corner as you slid across the tiles floor and burst your     lungs out
  • You, skilfully, managed not     to spill anything as you sung and danced 
  • Yoosung thought of how cute     you looked singing
  • “All I needs a little love in my life! All I needs a     little love in the dark! A little, but I’m hoping it might kickstart, me     and my broken heart!”     
  • He began to take a video, and     then sent it to group chat    
  • Your phone vibrated and you     were still dancing and singing when you checked it 
  • Then you saw the video of you
  • “YOOSUNG!”
  • He’s never run so fast in his life     
  • However, you can’t stay mad     at him forever because he tells you repeatedly he did it because he     thought you were cute. 
  • He helps you finish lunch,     and you dance around together    

Jaehee - Thnks Fr th Mmrs

  • You were cleaning the shower,     when suddenly Jaehee heard loud echoing
  • She got up to find you     because she thought you were in trouble
  • But she turned the corner to     hear singing, and she could see your reflection in the mirror
  • You looked possessed to be     honest
  • You were doing some creepy     stare-off thing with yourself as you sung
  • “One night and one more time! Thanks for the memories,     even thought they weren’t so great, she tastes like you, only     sweeter!”     
  • Noticed how you changed the     lyrics 
  • Her giggling got her caught, and     you immediately flushed as you tried to stumble an explanation
  • She waved you off, giving you     a quick kiss on the cheek and telling you how cute you looked
  • And you caught her tapping     her foot and humming the song later    
  • Eventually the two of you did     a duet
  • But it was probably to one of     Zen’s Musicals

Zen -  Bubblegum Bitch

  • what do you mean duets happened      all the time?
  • Well, duets did happen all     the time, but that was when you tried your best to sing
  • When you were alone you     didn’t care what you sounded like, or how you looked
  • You were dancing with a broom     as you swept the room, singing to it as if it was a person
  • Zen was watching the whole     thing from the door frame.    
  • “I’m Ms sugar pink liquor liquor lips, hit me with your     sweet love steal me with a kiss!”     
  • You tried to do a cool thing     with the broom where you threw it to the ground and then kicked it up and     caught it
  • You did not catch it
  • Instead it smacked you straight in the face    
  • You frowned as your nose     started to bleed, and Zen forgot he wasn’t suppose to be there so he raced     forward to help you    
  • He scared the shit out of you
  • “Are you okay MC?!”    
  • “How long have you been standing there??”    
  • He smirked
  • “Long enough”     
  • You smacked him and went red
  • But he assured you, you looked     very cute dancing and singing. 

Jumin - Im an Albatros

  • normally he worked late
  • So, you danced around the     apartment, singing whatever song you liked at the time, in one of his     shirts waiting his arrival 
  • Jumin came home early today,     and did not tell you    
  • So, he was standing in the     doorway, a smirk on his face, as you jumped around the apartment yelling a     song. 
  • “She called herself the hoe, with the money money flow,     but fuck that little mouse ‘cause I’m an Albatraos”     
  • You screamed when you saw     him, and fell to your knees out of pure fear. 
  • He was chuckling at you     before He approached you and gave you a quick kiss
  • The two of you got ready for     bed
  • And Jumin made a mental note     to come home early more often    
  • Because you looked very cute     when you thought no one was watching    

Saeyoung - Im the Bad Guy (Wander over Yonder)

  • Saeran was out, Saeyoung was supposed     to be out as well, but he     wasn’t, he was hiding, observing what you’d do on your own
  • It was very interesting, to     say the least
  • You began to sing a song he     didn’t actually know    
  • That’s because it’s a song     from a show he header seen    
  • You were draping all over     furniture and dramatically touching lamps as if they were people
  • “I’ve always had a weakness for bareness and bleakness!     I crush all your hopes and then I watch you cry!”     
  • You tried to do some cool     spinny thing with the lamp    
  • And got tangled in the cord    
  • And the lamp fell
  • Saeyoung couldn’t help but     laugh, which drew attention to him. 
  • 707 has been compromised     
  • you dragged him out of     hiding, and forced him to help you clean the lamp mess for laughing at you
  • And after, you put on     whatever song you wanted and started to dance ridiculously
  • And of course, Saeyoung     joined you
  • You did some weird couple     moves
  • Saeran came home
  • And decided right there on     the spot he was moving out    

V - Honey, im good

  • he had the surgery, he can see, it’s all good.    
  • You were vacuuming and you     had headphones in, but you were on the other side of the apartment and     didn’t think V would hear you    
  • You were horribly wrong
  • V could hear the commotion,     it sounded like elephants running through the house, so he went to     investigate
  • And what he found was much more interesting than a herd of     elephants     
  • You bopping your head- rather     violently- to a     song as you sing along    
  • “Nah, Nah honey I’m good! I could have another but I     probably should not, I’ve got somebody at home and if I stay I might not     leave alone!”     
  • V smiled and laughed, you     didn’t hear him, but when you shut off the vacuum and turned around you     saw him smiling
  • His smile made you less     embarrassed, somehow, and you unplugged your headphones
  • Instead of stopping, you     turned the song up and threw the phone on the bed before grabbing V and     dragging him to a dance    
  • You both just spun around the     apartment, laughing as you tripped over each other’s feet 
  • At the end of the song you     both collapsed on to the ground and stayed there for hours listening to     the other songs that played, and enjoyed each other’s company

Saeran - Kids in The Dark

  • You were in the kitchen     making breakfast
  • And he woke up at the sound     of your voice
  • A little annoyed
  • But he forgave it easily when     he saw how funny you looked    
  • You were dramatically turning     and throwing your hands out, singing like no one else was in the area. 
  • “They left us alone, the kids in the dark, to burn out     forever, or light up a spark!”
  • The words you sung connected with him a lot    
  • You were mixing the pancake     mix, and when you turned you caught sight of Saeran. You dropped the mix     and froze in horror    
  • “I didn’t know you were there”    
  • “I could tell”    
  • He told you to keep it down     so he could sleep, and after he said it he regretted it because he missed     your voice
  • A few days later he heard you     singing again, and found you dancing once more while you cleaned the room
  • So, this time he watched you     for longer, hiding better so he wouldn’t get caught
  • You saw him, and instead of     freaking out, you sneakily made your way to him, grabbing his arms and     dragging him into the middle of the room
  • “MC, knock it off-”    
  • “Not until you dance!”     
  • You grinned up at him and     wiggled your body strangely, and he couldn’t contain it anymore
  • Saeran began to laugh, harder     and louder than he had ever done so before
  • And the two of you wiggled     weirdly and thrashed around, punching the air and screaming the lyrics
  • Saeran gathered some courage     and pulled you close to him, kissing you softly before the next song     starts

“I know for a fact that he hates me, Y/F/N. Don’t even try telling me otherwise.” You muttered, trying your best to balance the tray of coffees and teas while making sure your phone wasn’t going to slip from its position from in between your ear and shoulder. 

“So what? This is your job. Just smile and nod and you’ll be fine.” 

“That doesn’t matter! I would prefer to have my boss like me.” You huffed, using your shoulder to push the door open before walking down the hallway. You had only started working for Harry about two weeks ago and the most exciting thing he made you do was to bring coffee and tea for his team. “I’m trying my best, y’know. I really am!” 

“I know you are! But you’re going to have to accept the fact that maybe there are some people out there that just don’t like you!” 

“But I’m such a likable person!” This honestly wasn’t fair. You didn’t even know why Harry wasn’t the biggest fan of you. 

Ever since day one he just seemed like he wanted to murder you. (You were being a little dramatic here, but still!) It was upsetting, really. You had heard so many good things about him, like how charming he was, how sweet he was… That was true if you applied it to literally anyone besides you. You hated that his first impression of you was a ditzy irresponsible person who constantly tripped over her feet! You had really, really been trying your hardest to get him to like you. The most you had gotten was a little smile and a nod before he was sending you off to pick up his dry-cleaning. You were basically like a little slave, but you were sure that if you worked hard enough and proved to him that you were capable of so much more, he’d let you in on the team meetings! Maybe. 

“Suck it up, Y/N! You’re working for Harry bloody Styles!” 

“That’s not the point! It doesn’t matter who I’m working for, what matters is that if the person I’m working for likes me or not! It would be nice if Harry bloody Styles actually bloody liked me!” You felt your phone buzz against your ear, indicating that you had received a text. Of course, you couldn’t check right now considering you had no free hands. 

“Not to mention, more evidence that he doesn’t like me is that the other day when I complimented his pink suit, he only said thank you. But when the water girl - I forgot what her name was - when she complimented his suit he started raving about it and- I don’t know, he was just being an asshole!” You exasperated, shoving against the swinging door roughly and- The next thing you knew, the cups of coffee and tea had clattered onto the ground and splashed onto- You’ve got to be kidding me

“Hm.” Your eyes widened when you saw Harry standing in front of you, his eyes shut while he stood there frozen, coffee already seeping into his clothes. (You hadn’t even noticed your phone clattering to the ground as well. You were just that shocked.) 

“Mr. Styles, I am so, so sorry,” You stammered, unsure whether to pick the empty cups off of the floor or take your hoodie off to dab at his soaked shirt. Everyone from the meeting room had popped out to see what the loud crash was, your cheeks reddening at the sight of a couple people giggling at what you had just done. “I didn’t- I wasn’t paying attention. I’m so sorry!” You breathed out, feeling absolutely mortified. 

Harry let out a harsh sigh, wiping droplets of liquid off his clothes and his arms before looking right into your eyes. “You better clean this up quickly.” 

“I will, and I’ll replace the coffee-” 

“I’ll send someone else for the coffees considering you’ve jus’ proven how incapable you are at handling a simple task.” 

“Shit, I-” 

“Watch your profanity, this is a workplace. Jus’ clean up and head home, yeah? I’ll text you if I need anything.” 

“But-” 

“Miss Y/L/N. Please, I’m begging you to go home before you burn this bloody place down.” 

If Harry hated you before, he hated you even more now. 

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Title: Yard Work
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Alex Summers x Reader
Reader Gender: Not specified
Word Count: 1,025 words
Warnings: None
Notes: This idea has been sitting in my head for a few months now, and I finally decided to write it. It didn’t turn out as well as I dreamed, but it’s still alright. I hope you all enjoy it. ☺ Edit: I realized I posted the already-saved draft without editing it to give thanks to @paperclipmac for beta reading this for me. Thank you, my dear Sierra. 💜

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When you and Alex were teenagers, you could never picture him living domestically. Alex Summers didn’t seem to fit in with the idea of a white picket fence, a dog, and kids playing in the yard. But he would tell you all the time, with an expression full of sincerity and love, “I’m gonna marry you. I’m gonna put up that stupid fucking fence, and we’re gonna have the cutest damn dog in the neighborhood, and even cuter kids.”

And he was right.

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Unfamiliar surroundings passed through your line of view as the pure black tires ran smoothly over the perfect pavement. Your head rested on the foggy window wild Dean’s jacket was wrapped around the front of you to help keep you warm. It seemed as though hours had passed since anybody had said anything about the discovery of the mysterious bright red hand mark imprinted beneath your freezing skin covered in goosebumps and specks of hardened dirt.

The storm that stirred violently above you all was slowing down. Raindrops began falling at uneven and slow patterns. As a kid, you’d practically grown up in the back seat. Going almost everywhere as you were “Daddy’s little angel” and he didn’t trust you in the hands of anybody else. Not even your own brothers. He must’ve gotten the nickname confused because you were more of a little monster rather than an angel of any sort.

Your right index finger trailed lightly along the path a raindrop had created on the outer window of the Impala. A bad habit of this was created whenever something was happening that you couldn’t handle. Being back from the dead…that was one thing. But this unwanted and possibly permanent tattoo of violation was another.

What the hell even was it? Did it belong to somebody who’d helped you out of Hell? Maybe this was a good thing. But how could it be.

“Hey.” The sound of Dean’s deep voice interrupted your train of anxiety filled thoughts. “You’re doing that thing.” He must’ve been talking about how your breathing sped up and your mind drifted into “la la land” as he called it.

A pained sigh escaped your chapped lips. Taking your hand away from the window, you closed it into a fist and hesitantly set it down on your still damp lap.

“I’m just-” your eyes glanced down to your covered hip. “What if this…” how were you supposed to word what you wanted to express?

A hand reached over from the back seat, being gently placed on your shoulder as fingers massaged easily.

“Relax. Take a deep breath. Don’t overthink what you want to say.” Sam always knew how to calm you down in moments like these. Not that you’d ever experienced anything like this.

“What in the actual hell are we going to do?” Turning your head, you looked over at Dean. “This isn’t our average everyday kind of problem. This is- we don’t even know what this is.” Your eyes squinted slightly as your eyebrows furrowed together.

“Problem? I don’t see this as a problem, Phebe. I mean…look at you.” The entire time Dean was speaking, his hands remained at ten and two on the wheel and his eyes focused on the wet and slippery road.

The scoff that came from you was one that couldn’t be controlled.

“Yeah Dean, let’s look at me. Oh, but don’t forget the giant ass handprint on my damn hip. That’s a new accessory to the fucked up shit that’s been going on in the Winchester collection.” A sharp breath of air was pushed past your lips, soothing your burning lungs. “How is this not a problem?” You finished after collections and calming yourself down.

“You’re alive. That’s what matters.” This time his eyes met yours. Only for a split second before returning to the road.

Alive? Dean- I rose out of my grave today. Six feet under the damn ground and you want to say I’m alive?” Your right eyebrow was slightly higher than your left. “Whatever I am…I’m a whole new level of freak.” Turning your head you went back to starring out into the dark abyss passing you by.

“Don’t.” It was minutes before a voice filled the confined air around you. “Don’t say that. You can’t-” Dean meant well, he did.

“Can we please just drop it for now?” Looking over at him you revealed the barley held in tears. “My minds going to explode at this rate.” Nobody said another word.

Folding up the jacket you scooted downward on the seat so your legs were curled up just beneath you. The jacket was placed between the small empty space of the seatbelt and door handle for your head to rest on. Whatever was going to happen, whatever new fresh Hell faced you, it was going to have to wait. Sleep was the only thing you cared to think about. Before you knew it the world around you faded into darkness while your mind drifted off into another dimension.

***

Heat was all around you. There was no escaping it. Every path you turned down. Every way you looked. It led you back to the center. Back to the beginning of the horrid room.

Everything around you was blurred. All that could be seen was red heat rising like a snake against the walls. A dreadful banging sound came from a door. A door for some reason you were terrified to go look behind. Every second that passed, the banging grew louder. Until it sounded like a drum beating inside of your ear.

The door grew closer with each crashing bang. It was just an arms length away as you reached out to touch the handle…

***

“Hey, Phoebe.” The sound of a voice snapped you straight up from your seat and resting position.

A warm jacket was thrown from your body as it moved with a sudden jolt. Your feet rested on the floorboard now.

Looking outside the window you noticed the scenery had changed drastically. The warm and loving sun was once again filling the Earth with its friendly embrace. The heat brought a warm smile to your face. Regardless of the fact you were sweating.

“You okay?” It was Sam who’s voice caught your attention and grabbed you out of your dreaming mind.

Brushing the messy brown waves of hair out of your face you stretched over the backseat. Surprisingly enough, he wasn’t there. Instead he was outside of the car looking in at you.

“Just a bad dream, not the end of the world.” Your eyes began to wander around, searching for a hair tie. A clip. Something to tame the wild beast falling freely behind you.

“Do you want to talk about it?” His arms rested neatly in a folded manner on the rolled down window. Concerned Hazel eyes met your mixed ones.

With a chuckle you swung open the door and threw your head back while your hands went to work tying your hair into a messy ponytail.

“It’s just a dream, Sammy. I don’t need to be babied.” Feet swung out of their protected area inside of Baby to meet rough hot ground. “Bobby really needs to put some grass here.” Helplessly, you sat there with your feet hanging.

“Well, most of the time when we come here we’re all wearing shoes.” Sam walked around to you, giving a point to your feet which you’d completely forgotten were bare.

No verbal exchange was needed. Arms opened wide as Sam happily bent over and allowed you to wrap your arms around his neck to be carried. One thing Hell didn’t have that you couldn’t stand living without was your cheesy yet kind brother. And the other brother who liked to be an extra pain in the ass but made up with booze.

The moment your feet met the porches newly added wooden surface you rushed in the front door, looking for the old man you missed.

“Sleeping beauty finally rose from her slumber.” The voice came from behind you. Bobby.

Instantly you walked over to him, wrapping your arms around to his back. His own arms went around your shoulders and neck, holding you tighter. The hug consumed you. Another thing Hell didn’t have was the loving touch of the father figure you so desperately needed.

“Rising from my grave, or from the front seat?” You couldn’t help but add.

The laugh that came from him made you jump a little. You’d forgotten how it sounded. So much had seemed to fade away from you.

“Both.” Stepping back to get a better look at you, the old timer placed a rough yet gentle hand on your left cheek. Your fell into his touch. “I missed you, Squirt.”

“What happened to Idjit?” A little friendly smile played on your still dry lips.

“You’re Squirt first and foremost.” The reminder of your nickname caught you off guard. How much had you lost to your time in prison?

“Not to mention a dirty mudded up Squirt. Mind if I hop in the shower?” Your thumb pointed behind you to up the stairs where your sweet clean Heaven awaited.

You didn’t even need an answer. Bobby had made it clear that his house was yours. Except his beer. You’d been cut off for free help on that.

For awhile you stood in the bathroom. Allowing the water to warm to a soothing temperature. Not too hot. Not too cold. Steam rose to the ceiling, traveling until it reached the mirror where grab on and stuck.

Clothes dropped to the floor. But you didn’t recognize the person staring back at you in the mirror. This girl- this thing, it was different. Her eyes were cold and dead. Face was straight and stone. Skin was pale and fragile looking. Like one touch and she’d shatter into a million unfixable pieces. The sad thing was the reflection was you. But how could it be? You were so unrecognizable.

You inspected each aspect of your “new body”. Always stopping your eyes on the red unwanted marking on your hip. Turning to your right, you got a better look at it. The hand, it was too large to be a woman’s. The print was much bigger. Slowly you placed your left hand over it, thinking it would match up. But it didn’t. Trying your right you realized how you were grabbed.

Four long fingers wrapped around your front. Palm resting directly on the side of your hip. While the thumb still curled tightly around to the back just slightly. And you hated it. You hated the mark. The way it looked. Like it was a scar. A new constant reminder of the horrific things you’d been through. Things that were vague and barley able to be remembered but still lingered in the deepest parts of your mind.

You climbed in the shower, grabbing onto the soap and a fresh scrunchy to clean yourself properly. The soap sloshed around and splattered against the wall as you rubbed it harshly onto the area that was still puffed out red. Taking the scrunchy into your right hand you began to scrub. As hard as you could. But it wasn’t working.  

The pace your hand moved went faster and faster. The pressure you were applying grew harder. Until you dropped it. Looking down to see how irritated your skin was. Small specks of blood rested just on the surface.

Your lungs were filled with so much air, they too were excited. Sitting down in the far corner of the shower you curled into a sitting ball. Allowing tears to fall invisibly, blending into the warm steaming water. For a split moment you closed your eyes. Trying to calm yourself better. But all you saw was the heated area from your dream with screaming people behind bars in the background. Faces disfigured and melting off of their skulls. The sound of horrific screams filled your ears, even as you placed your hands over them to cover the sound from coming in.

This wasn’t something you could just block out. This wasn’t something that could be washed away even with a hundred showers. It- all of it…was burned deep into your mind. Your body. Your soul. And nothing could change that.

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#41 - “Damn auto-correct…” - Kylux

Having a pool allows one certain advantage: like getting to invite your handsome neighbor over on especially hot days. Hux knows this, and uses it well to his advantage. It has to be fate, how nicely this has all worked out. Kylo, the new guy who moved in two houses away with his dog and who does something like yoga on his back porch except those are no poses Hux has ever seen before–he’s a former swimmer, was on the team in college. He misses swimming, he tells Hux, looking hungrily at the fakey-blue water of the sparkling clean pool as they chat one day. Well. Hux thinks he’s looking at the pool. It’d be easy to flatter himself into thinking Kylo’s looking one foot over, at Hux himself, but it’s better to just wait and see. Don’t get your hopes up. That kind of thing.

But Kylo accepts every single invitation to swim. He’ll stay for a long time, moving in endless graceful circles like something living in an aquarium. “Did you know they have to put barriers in circular shark tanks?” Kylo says one day, after abruptly changing directions. “Otherwise the sharks will only swim in one direction forever.”

He’s smart, too. Interesting. Helpful. Offers to pitch in when Hux needs something. He wants to do something in exchange for getting to use the pool so often, so he will insist on mowing the lawn or running to pick up some lunch. His timing is always excellent, too. Hux gets a text from Kylo in the very grossest, most relentless heat of August, when Hux has foolishly decided would be a great time to refinish the deck around the pool. Need any help with anything?

Oh, god, this would go so much faster with two people. He texts back god,yes, with my deck and then wipes his brow. It’s not until he gets the reply a few minutes later that he realizes what has just happened.

I mean, yes, definitely, but give me a few minutes? I didn’t know you were down too???

Holy shit. “Damn autocorrect,” Hux growls, realizing it changed his message to god, yes, with my dick.

Should he be honest? Like, completely honest? It would be easier to do so over text. 

Oh my fucking god. I meant deck. I’m refinishing my deck. At my pool.

Followed immediately by:

But uh…..I didn’t know you were down in the first place? 

The most agonizing minute of waiting ever, and then:

So if I still come over, I can help you finish the deck and then finish your dick?

Hux lets out the ugliest snort.

You’re more than welcome to do both. 

A barrier forces you to go in a new direction. A good one. A fun one. 

Howl’s Moving Castle Sentence Meme
  • “I feel terrible, like there’s a weight on my chest.”
  • “A heart’s a heavy burden.”
  • “Lets run! Don’t fight them!”
  • “Sorry, I’ve had enough of running away. Now I’ve got something I want to protect. It’s you.”
  • “You, you sabotaged me! Look! Look at what you’ve done to my hair! Look!”
  • “What a pretty color.”
  • “It’s hideous! You completely ruined my magic potions in the bathroom!”
  • “I just organized things. Nothing’s ruined.”
  • “Wrong! Wrong! I specifically ordered you not to get carried away!”
  • “Now I’m repulsive.”
  • “I can’t live like this.”
  • “Come on, it’s not that bad.”
  • “You should look at it now, its shade is even better.”
  • “I give up. I see not point in living if I can’t be beautiful.”
  • ”I’ve never been beautiful a single day in my life!”
  • “So you are going away.”
  • “Please, I know I can be of help to you, even though I’m not pretty and all I’m good at is cleaning.”
  • “You’re beautiful!”
  • “Well, the nice thing about being old is you’ve got nothing much to lose.”
  • “They say that the best blaze burns brightest, when circumstances are at their worst.”
  • “Yeah, but no-one really believes that. Come on, let’s be honest.”
  • “Wow,  your hair looks just like starlight. It’s beautiful.”
  • “All right, let’s get cooking.”
  • “I don’t cook! I’m a scary and powerful fire demon!”
  • “There you are sweetheart, sorry I’m late. I was looking everywhere for you.”
  • “Hey, hey! We’re busy here!”
  • “To me, it looked like the two of you were just leaving.”
  • “I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t torment my friend.”
  • “This war is terrible, they bomb from the southern coast to the northern border. It’s all in flames now.”

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anonymous asked:

ok idk if you're taking requests right now but if you could write a jin hybrid smut thing where jin's the hybrid that'd be great!! i dont think ive seen a hybrid seokjin smut yet and i love your writing!! if you could make it pretty smutty thatd be great! thanks :))

Strain:

The sound of the twisting door knob alerted you that your lover was back home. Smiling slightly to yourself, you shut the book in your hand smiling as your lover walked into the room. Seokjin slid off his shoes, his tail swishing from side to side as his ears flattened on his head. His eyes shifted around the room as he walked by the couch giving you a radiant smile that lightened up your heart and allowed you to smile back. His brown ears were tipped white, so was his fluffy brown tail that hugged his waist at the moment. His button down black shirt had the top three buttons undone. He had on gray skinny jeans that were cut at the knee, and he smelt like the loveliest scent of vanilla mixed in with a hint of musk.

“I’ve missed you.” You said softly, shuffling to pat the seat beside you and he eagerly took up your offer, his light brown eyes roaming over your face and body.

“I’ve missed you more jagi. Did you have a good day without me?” He asked rubbing his hand up and down your thigh softly, pulling you into his arms.

“I tried to have a good day without you, I didn’t do too much but cook for you, and read this book and sleep. I thought about you a lot. And I wanted to come and see you but I held myself back from doing so because I knew you were busy.” You frowned slightly realizing how much you relied on him and loved him.

“I felt the same. Except I didn’t have cooking responsibilities or did I read anything.. But I can’t help but think about how good tasting you would be.” Seokjin purred holding you close against his body licking against the shell of your ear.

“J-jin.” You moaned softly, your hands bracing on his chest. “At least eat food first.” You pouted playfully. Chuckling Jin kissed your lips again picking you up carrying you towards the kitchen. Sitting you down on a chair he grabbed at both of your plates placing one in front of each of you and the both of you started to eat and enjoy each other’s presence.

In a sick weird way, you had grown up with Seokjin. You found him when you were seven and he was a kitten. He didn’t transform until you were eighteen and moving out of your parent’s house explaining how animal and humans had different years hence the reason he stayed in his form so long, he also told you that he would transform while you were away from the house, or asleep until he learned how to control it. You two eventually ended up dating and you ended up becoming the fiancé of your kitten. No, it wasn’t easy, he wasn’t any old kitten. He was special he could hear better and see sharper than any human you knew. He had gained a lot of attention from how he looked so unique and beautiful- but you didn’t care you loved him anyway. He had eyes that always shifted color whenever he was feeling different moods or approaching his round of being in heat. Seeing his eyes shift to a blue color, you knew that the time would approach you both again and you also knew he would turn you down once again.

The last time you and Jin were ever intimate while he was in heat, he ended up scratching at your sides so hard with his nails that he tore skin, going between a state of kitten and male his eyes glowered a bright purple as he fucked you into the mattress to the point you were sobbing, begging him to stop from the overstimulation. A visible shudder rocked through your entire body, Jin could smell your sex, the heat he could feel from where he was sitting. He would be lying if he said he didn’t want you, but he couldn’t take you through that again. He almost lost himself when he was with you and that wouldn’t have been good for anybody.

The next few weeks passed by with his eyes shifting from light blue to a darker blue, to violet and finally resting at purple. Seokjin was also becoming more distant, trying to stay late at work or leave before you got up. He found himself literally fitting with each side of his being on what to do with you, he wanted you in every way and to make you scream for him and forget anything else but his name until you were a pathetic mess under him but he couldn’t do it to you because you were too precious and special to him. He had to treat you like you were a queen and nothing less because without you he wouldn’t have anything. He didn’t know who his mother was or who he was with before you came and scooped him up off the streets when he was younger, but he knew ever since he saw you he loved you, and that he wouldn’t change for anything in the world.

You were lounging across your bed, your fingers buried inside of your pussy as you tried to get yourself off. You knew that while Seokjin was in heat he wouldn’t touch you, and that meant you were frustrated all the time. It didn’t help that he walked around the house with a tank on or no shirt in general giving you a good look at his well-defined body or beautiful model face. You let out soft whimpers of his name, your fingers grazing your spot as your thumb brushed your bundle of nerves. You could just imagine his deep voice coaxing you to cum as he gave you kitten licks. Your white tank top was pressed against your flush body the sweat dripping on your foreheads and across your red cheeks. Your panties were pulled down to your knees holding your legs spread apart in the makeshift position you had them in, you were sure that your juices were starting to puddle on the sheets under you. One hand above your head grabbing at the edge of the bed for support you took loud gasps of air feeling your climax approach you.  

“Honey I’m home!” Jin announced playfully opening the door only to freeze in his place. His eyes raking over your body quickly, changing from an orangish color to a dark purple immediately. His ears tipped down and his tail swung side to side. You were so shocked that you didn’t even know how to react you just froze with your slick fingers buried in your heat.

“S-seokjin.” You murmured panting heavily scooting up a bit but he reached out a hand to stop you moving towards the bed he got down on his knees taking in your scent. Your sweet scent that was laced with heavy arousal he could practically taste. His lips connected to the inside of your parted thighs causing you to softly moan his name. You didn’t know what he was planning but feeling his plump limps on your skin made you just want to enjoy it all.

“Let me please you. I’ve neglected you haven’t I mistress?” The way he said those words made you shudder, what you loved about Seokjin was that he gave in and became your submissive letting you dominate him and take over control.

“Yes.. You’ve been such a bad boy.. Denying me like that.” You almost growled out. Seokjin moaned in his throat tearing your panties away from you he grabbed at your wrist to take your fingers from your soaked heat sucking on your digits to clean them. His thick tongue wrapping around each digit slowly to make sure he had sucked it all clean. He looked at you leaning down to lick up and down your pussy lips on the outside.

“I’m sorry for being so bad mistress. Can I make it better? Tell me what you want me to do to please you and I will.” He breathed out against your pussy, the heat causing you to shudder.

“Just take me, be as rough or gentle as you want. Just fuck me Jin. I miss feeling you.” Despite trying to dominate him, you were needy when you wanted to be and you needed him in this moment. Jin smirked at you holding your hand with one of his as he leaned forward to press his face against your pussy. He gave you two long kisses, his lips soon wrapping around your clit sucking on it. His tongue made a quick motion flicking up and down as he watched you through his dark brown bangs. He groaned tasting your essence on his tongue, you were so wet for him already. He used two fingers to slide inside of you knowing that you had stretched yourself out good enough. He started to thrust his fingers in and out of you at slow pace. Your hips pushed up against his mouth and his fingers, your hand moving to tangle in his soft locks pulling him closer to you.

“Mm, Jin please don’t stop.” He moaned against your skin, your lips twitching into a smirk as his tongue moved up and down your slit trying to taste more of you. “That’s right Seokjin.. You’re my good boy. Such a good boy keep going.” You could hear the light thumping of his tail against the floor his ears flexing as his tongue sped up the work on your sensitive wet pussy. He was driving you mad, replacing his fingers with his tongue he released your hand to grab at your hips pulling your pussy flush against his face. He watched you with his eyes seeming to darken from purple to gray as he tried to tongue fuck you until there was nothing left. He rolled his tongue on the inside of your pussy, vibrating it against your core. Your back arched as you cried out louder for him, eyes rolling back as your orgasm got closer. “Please Seokjin, I don’t want to wait anymore! Please fuck me. Hurry.” You cooed out.

It didn’t take him long before he was pulling back licking his lips clean and practically tearing off his clothes to climb on the bed. You did the same thing, quickly tearing off your shirt and bra pulling Seokjin down. You flipped your positions so that you were on top and straddling him. His hardened shaft stood up proud and tall in the air. Letting some spit fall from your mouth you gripped him with one hand stroking him, his precum also aided in making him a bit wetter for you to take in. After some time, you started to shift your hips rubbing your slit against his throbbing erection, Seokjin gripped at your hips but made no more to stop you. His nails were digging into your skin and you could see with his head thrown back, neck vein popping out of his neck from the strain how needy he was as well. You placed your opening against his head slowly sliding down on his dick, taking him in inch for inch. You winced slightly feeling the stretch for the first time in a while. Your hands braced on his chest, your legs coming back to bend and press against his knee. Waiting for him to adjust, you traced your fingers along his muscular chest biting on your bottom lip and only when you were sure you were ready you started to slam yourself down on his shaft slowly. Each time you took him in to the hilt letting him fill you up to the brim.

You kept a slow pace at first, rocking your hips back and forward as you rode him enjoying his little whimpers and mewls of pleasure. His reddened cheeks and shut eyes with his parted lips. His tail curled around his waist, and one of your hands reached down to stroke the sensitive tail causing him to sharply snap up his hips gasping. You gave a soft smirk, speeding up the pace until you were slamming yourself down on him. You weren’t going to last long; the buildup was becoming more intense with each time that your high approached. Leaning over to bite on his bottom lip you captured him in a kiss that was heated and changed from gentle to rough in the span of seconds. Your hips scooped and swirled taking him in deeper as you rode him letting him sink as far as he could into your depth. Seokjin trailed his hands down your back and you gave him two taps on the chest letting him know he could lose control. He gripped at your ass cheeks starting to slam you down on his dick, causing you to whimper against his lips. His hips rolled up against yours as he rocked into you shifting his angle until he was pounding against your g-spot. You wanted more from him so your hand gripped at his tail and started to stroke it, causing him to gasp in your mouth changing his thrusts from deep and long to short and sharp but he pressed against your spot every time. You screamed his name at the top of your lungs, your body writing and nails clawing at his chest as you whispered your warning to him. Seokjin didn’t care, he slapped your ass letting his nails bite into your skin once again as he fucked you into oblivion. In no time, you were cumming on his shaft, shaking and clutching onto his body as your high passed over you. He kept snapping his hips up fucking you harder for a few more thrusts and he pulled out quickly to cum on his lower stomach getting some of your ass and inside thighs. Jin slowed down gradually helping you both ride out your orgasm and then he peppered your face with kisses, but he made sure you knew that you were not leaving that bed anytime soon.


i’m so not pleased with this- forgive me anon it was really hard finding motivation.

Fall Out Boy sentence meme

Save Rock and Roll ft American Beauty/American Psycho, Centuries, Kids Aren’t Alright and Immortals edition

  • “Put on your war paint”
  • “You are a brick tied to me that’s dragging me down”
  • “I’ll burn you to the ground”
  • “We can take the world back”
  • “Doesn’t it feel like our time is running out?”
  • “No, I think it looked a little better on me”
  • “You broke our spirit”
  • “The war is won”
  • “Can’t be sure when they’ve hit their mark”
  • “I’m just dreaming of tearing you apart”
  • “I’m in the details with the devil”
  • “The world can never get me on my level”
  • “I’m a young lover’s rage”
  • “I’ve got the scars from tomorrow”
  • “You’re the antidote to everything except for me”
  • “My childhood spat back out the monster that you see”
  • “I don’t know where you’re going but do you got room for one more troubled soul?”
  • “I don’t know where I’m going but I don’t think I’m coming home”
  • “I’ll check in tomorrow if I don’t wake up dead”
  • “Let’s be alone together”
  • “We could stay young forever”
  • “You cut me off”
  • “It’s not my fault, I’m a maniac”
  • “Do you wanna feel beautiful?”
  • “My heart is like a stallion”
  • “This is the road to ruin”
  • “I’m here to collect your hearts”
  • “I don’t believe a word you say but I can’t stop listening”
  • “My old friends become exes again”
  • “Where did the party go?”
  • “I know I expect too much”
  • “You know I only wanted fun then you got me all fucked up on love”
  • “You and me are the difference between real love and the love on TV”
  • “My old aches become new again”
  • “So let’s fade away together one dream at a time”
  • “See how dirty I can get them”
  • “Anything you say can and will be held against you, so only say my name”
  • “It will be held against you”
  • “I’d trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday”
  • “I know I’m bad news”
  • “I saved it all for you”
  • “I want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way”
  • “Letting people down is my thing”
  • “This town ain’t big enough for two of us”
  • “I don’t have the right name”
  • “I have twice the heart”
  • “I’m here to give you all my love”
  • “Did you get dressed up?”
  • “I can’t stop it when there’s chemicals keeping us together”
  • “How the mighty fall”
  • “How the mighty fall in love”
  • “Your crooked love is just a pyramid scheme”
  • “I’m dizzy on dreams”
  • “If you ask me two’s a whole lot lonelier than one”
  • “We should have left our love in the gutter where we found it”
  • “You think your only crime is that you got caught”
  • “It’s getting clear”
  • “You’re never coming clean”
  • “I’ll lock you up inside and swallow the key”
  • “I know you said not to call unless I’m dying”
  • “I just hope that when you see me I’m not see-through”
  • “I’m either fuckin’ or workin”
  • “I’m a dick, girl/boy/baby, addicted to you”
  • “I know I’m the one you want to forget”
  • “Cue all the love to leave my heart”
  • “It’s time for me to fall apart”
  • “Now you’re gone but I’ll be okay”
  • “Maybe I’ll burn a little brighter tonight”
  • “I miss missing you now and then”
  • “Sometimes before it gets better the darkness gets bigger”
  • “The person that you’d take a bullet for is behind the trigger”
  • “We’re fading fast”
  • “Give me your filth”
  • “Make it rough”
  • “Let me let me trash your love”
  • “I am the best you’ll never have”
  • “I wanna see your animal side”
  • “I need your broken promises”
  • “I want the guts and glory”
  • “Don’t take love off the table yet”
  • “We are alive”
  • “Oh there you go; undress to impress”
  • “You can wear the crown but you’re no princess”
  • “Let’s get you wasted and alone”
  • “We’re gonna die”
  • “It’s just a matter of time”
  • “I’m either gone in an instant or here ‘til the bitter end”
  • “What I’ve got will make you feel more alive”
  • “I’ll be your favorite drug”
  • “We’re the beginning of the end”
  • “It’s all over now before it has begun”
  • “We are wild”
  • “Do you wanna feel a little beautiful baby?”
  • “Come on make it easy, say I never mattered”
  • “Are you ready for another bad poem?”
  • “Remember me as I was not as I am”
  • “If my heart is a grenade”
  • “We’re all fighting growing old”
  • “You need to lower your standards”
  • “I’m the lonelier version of you”
  • “I just don’t know where it went wrong”
  • “She’s/he’s/they’re sick and she’s/he’s/they’re wrong”
  • “I’ve seen bigger”
  • “I’ve lived better”
  • “Run for your life”
  • “Until your breathing stops”
  • “I need more dreams”
  • “I cried tears you’ll never see”
  • “So fuck you, you can go cry me an ocean and leave me be”
  • “You are what you love, not who loves you”
  • “Wherever I go trouble seems to follow”
  • “Whoa, how’d it get to be only me?”
  • “Cause we don’t know when to quit”
  • “She’s/he’s/they’re an American beauty, I’m an American psycho”
  • “I think I fell in love again”
  • “Maybe I just took too much cough medicine”
  • “I’m the best worst thing that hasn’t happened to you yet”
  • “We’re the things that love destroys”
  • “You will remember me”
  • “Remember me for centuries”
  • “We’ll go down in history”
  • “No, it’s nothing wrong with me”
  • “The story’s all off”
  • “Come on and let me in”
  • “I never meant for you to fix yourself”
  • “I can’t stop ‘til the whole world knows my name”
  • “I am the opposite of amnesia”
  • “You look so pretty, but you’re gone so soon”
  • “We’ve been here forever”
  • “I could scream forever”
  • “We are the poisoned youth”
  • “Maybe I bit off more than I could chew”
  • “I’d do it all again”
  • “I think you’re my best friend”
  • “I’ll be yours”
  • “I’m not passive but aggressive”
  • “It’s not impressive
  • "I still feel that rush in my veins”
  • “They say we are what we are, but we don’t have to be”
  • “I’m bad behavior but I do it in the best way”
  • “I try to picture me without you but I can’t”
  • “We could be immortals”
  • “I’m still comparing your past to my future”
  • “Live with me forever now”
The Roommate Part 3

Summary: Jason has no choice but to reveal his identity as Red Hood.

Word Count:1329

Part 1, Part 2

    Jason woke a few hours later. You were beyond exhausted, and as a result, he woke up to you slumped in his desk chair. He realized quickly that after he blacked out,you must’ve stepped in and stitched him up. He got out of bed silently and made his way to the bathroom. There he lifted the now blood stained bandage and was really impressed with the neat row of stitches that laid underneath.

    “You owe me an explanation,” you spoke up from the threshold. He jumped slightly, startled that you had been able to sneak up on him. You walked into the bathroom to inspect your handiwork closer.

    You were relieved to see no signs of infection setting in. You wanted to be safe though, so you forced Jason to sit on the toilet lid while you cleaned and re-bandaged his wounds.

    “Well, start talking,” you prodded him as you thoroughly cleaned and changed all of the bandages.

    “I was doing security work,” he started after a moment. “Things got out of hand,” he added. You stepped back and took a long look at his face. He was lying.

    “I’m not buying that. If you were doing security work and someone shot you, you would’ve gone to the hospital,” you argued. “Instead, you come crashing through a third story window and I want to know why,” you demanded before returning to your task of cleaning him up. You got out a fresh washcloth and began to clean off more of the blood you missed earlier.

    “You wouldn’t believe me,” he shook his head. You looked into his blue eyes and saw turmoil there.

    “Try me,” you challenged as you turned him to face the wall so you could get a better look at his back. You weren’t surprised to see it carried even more scars than his chest.

    “I’m a vigilante. I go out every night and fight bad guys to try and clean up Gotham,” he informed you. “Most nights I don’t even have a scratch on me, and some nights I get shot,” he halfway shrugged. Your initial instinct was that he was once again lying to you, but it would explain all of the scars. It made sense that a vigilante would have a surplus of first aid items. It also made sense that when one is taking crime fighting into their own hands, going to a hospital to get fixed up isn’t the best option.

    “You’re not Batman, are you?” you asked after a moment of thought. He barked out a laugh.

    “No, I’m not. I used to be Robin though,” he responded with a dry humor in his tone. Then it dawned on you.

     “Red Hood?” you asked. You had met Red Hood once before. You were new to Gotham and still hadn’t figured out the bus schedule, so late one night while you were waiting on the bus, a man had grabbed you and dragged you by your hair into the alley. You had been terrified, screaming until his disgusting hand clamped down on your throat.

    You weren’t sure if he was going to rob you, rape you, or kill you, but he didn’t get the chance to do any of it. He was ripped away so fast it caused you to tumble to the hard ground. You heard the loudest bang you’d ever heard. When you looked up, the man was dead on the ground, and there he was. Red Hood holstered his gun and turned his attention back to you. He offered you a gloved hand and pulled you back to your feet.

    “You should be more careful. A girl like you could get into a lot of trouble in this city at night,” he warned you. You didn’t even get the chance to thank him before he pulled out a grappling gun and lifted himself to the rooftops.

    “That’s me,” Jason answered, pulling you abruptly out of your thoughts. You took a step back and looked him over quickly.

    “How could I have not noticed?” you mumbled more to yourself. Red Hood was the only of Gotham’s protectors that you had actually met. The memory still played in your head every time you walked down that street. You could still hear his voice telling you to be careful!

    “Did I kill someone you know or something?” he asked when he noticed your distance. You spotted the bit of concern on his eyes before they hardened, preparing for the worst.

    “No,” you shook your head. “You saved me actually. You stopped the man who was assaulting me,” you told him. “It was about 3 years ago, when I first moved to Gotham,” you added. He looked surprised as he looked over your features.

    “I think I remember that, you were walking alone, right? Stupid,” he shook his head with a chuckle. You crossed your arms over your chest.

    “It’s very hard to say thank you to someone that just called you stupid,” you shook your head and moved to the sink to begin rinsing the blood from your washcloth. His head snapped up to watch you closely.

   “I do owe you a thank you, though,” you continued as you started scrubbing your hands. “If you hadn’t stepped in, I don’t know what would’ve happened,” you added. You looked at him, he still sat on the toilet lid. His face was unreadable as he was lost in his thoughts. “So, consider me in,” you said. He immediately snapped out of his thoughts.

    “What?” he asked. You stood your ground firmly as he rose to his feet. He towered over you.

    “I want in. You don’t have to stitch yourself up anymore. I certainly think I’m qualified,” you raised your chin and stared him down firmly. You could see him thinking up every excuse under the sun, but he remained silent.

    “Fine,” he gave in. You were honestly shocked that he didn’t put up more of an argument. “It’s too much trouble to find a new apartment,” he grumbled and walked around you back to his room.

    The next four months went by in a blur. You began leaving the balcony door open for Jason to climb in easily. He began to open up to you. While you cleaned his cuts and scratches, he would tell you stories behind his other scars. It was a rainy night when he told you about his family, Batman, and his death. When he finished his story, he looked so open and vulnerable. You wrapped him in your arms and he just melted.

    He quickly began used to your physical affection and started seeking you out around the apartment. If you were in the living room watching tv, he was curled up beside you running his hands through your hair. It naturally progressed from there.

   After six months, you were undeniably in love with him. His kisses were like your personal drug and he was a very generous dealer. You spent the majority of your nights curled in his bed, waiting for him to crawl through the window and ease your worrying.

  “I’m in love with you,” you said quickly as you stitched a knife wound on his upper thigh. You placed the bandage over it gently before you could bring yourself to meet his blue eyes. They were alight with something you had only barely seen before.

   “Well, I guess I kind of figured that out,” he smirked cockily. “I had a strong feeling this wasn’t one sided,” he added. You couldn’t help but smile at his backwards attempt of saying he loved you too. You kissed him softly and it just escalated until the two of you were tangled in his sheets.

    “I love you, (Y/N),” Jason whispered softly against your hair as you cuddled against his bare chest. You knew he thought you were asleep as he brushed his fingers through your hair. You just smiled and let yourself drift to sleep.  

Too Much Trouble

Originally posted by calif0rnia-lovers

Summary: You get to know your neighbor Frank when he needs help

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

Word Count: 3,700 (yikes)

Warnings: mentions of violence, language, injuries, medical procedures, blood, broken bones, difficulty breathing, needles… Frank? Is Frank a warning?

A/N: this is for @atari-writes who’s been nagging me for a Frank fic (jk hun I love you) I really don’t think this is very good… but here it is… (also @deanssweetheart23 because you’re my twin and you read all the things)

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