you looking rough

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Gongmyung congratulating his brother 

you’re on your way home from work when you get a text from your wife. you pull over to check it, the corners of your mouth dropping as you look.

“rough day. i know you had to work late but i really need a hug. i planned to surprise you with supper made but the elementary school’s baseball team was collecting change and came to the door. i gave them a fiver but forgot to keep an eye on the stove and it scorched right to the pot. i’m sorry… we have leftover pasta in the fridge, at least. it’ll be good enough.”

the drive was short, but you arrive home forty five minutes later than already expected. you ring the doorbell, and when she opens up, your wife’s exasperation softens to a weak smile when she sees the sundaes sitting on top of the piping hot pizza boxes in your hands.

“what do i owe you?” she asks.
“a hug.”

The Morning After

Dean woke up with a splitting headache and a horrible taste in his mouth. And he was on the floor beside his bed. He had to have been out of it to fall and not wake up. He reached for his robe on the hook by the door and shuffled into the kitchen. Coffee. Needed coffee.

Sam had his tablet out, cruising for newstories that might turn into a case. He raised his eyebrow at his disheveled brother. He let him go through the motions of getting his coffee cup and pouring before he opened his mouth.

“Umm…Dean?”

Dean grunted his response.

“You’re wearing Cas’ trenchcoat.”

“No ‘m not.”

Sam laughed. “Yeah, Dean. You are. You guys must have gotten hammered last night.”

Dean finally looked himself over then shrugged. “Guess he hung it on my robe hook.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say. Dean.”

Cas stumbled in a few minutes later. His hair was sticking up in several directions and his eyes were as bloodshot as Dean’s. He was wearing Dean’s tee shirt and boxer briefs. He sat down and Dean slid the rest of his coffee over.

“You look rough, man.” Sam assessed.

“Tequila,” he answered in his gruff voice. He downed the half cup of coffee and picked at his coat still draped around Dean. After looking him over he said, “So that’s where my underwear went.”

Sam spit the milk from his cereal across the table.

Book Aesthetics (27/??) | Dreadnought by April Daniels

They want me to cooperate in my own destruction. They want me to tell them it’s not true. The want me to help them believe the lie. NEVER AGAIN.

I just saw Logan in theaters.

Somebody hold me.

i love blood elves because they have been to hell and back and still do their best to keep up appearances like nothing can keep this race down nothing can knock them off their pedistal

ppl sayin they don’t belong in the horde bc they’re “too pretty” are pansies you don’t gotta look rough ‘n tough to be rough n tough u coward

Being Sebastian Stan girlfriend would include:

⚫Clingy Seb

⚫Cuddly Seb

⚫Sebastian showing you off on instagram

⚫” Isn’t she lovely” *insert cute picture*

⚫Listening to him speak romanian

⚫ Playing with his hair

⚫Him being a five years old child and you being the mom

⚫Having sarcastic banter every fucking day

⚫ “ I want a divorce.” “ Papers are filed. On your doorstep in the morning”

⚫ Little fights about random things

⚫Make up sex

⚫Sweet sex

⚫Scavenger hunt through the city for his birthday

⚫Workout couple goals

⚫Basic Goals

⚫Everything goals really

⚫You being supportive of his career

⚫Him being supportive of yours

⚫You actually make a bit more money than he does

⚫ “ I am such a gold digger”

⚫ “Sure thing, want the shoes matching that shirt ?”

⚫ “ You know me so well love”

⚫ Teasing about the whole Bucky/Winter Soldier

⚫ “ Imagine what sex would be like with the Winter Soldier though.. So rough”

⚫ “Stop it.. Or i might show you what rough looks like”

⚫ “ Oooh wouldn’t mind that..”


OKAY I MIGHT STOP THERE because that could turn out as a fanfiction and I am in class unrf

The Best

pairing: platonic hamilsquad x depressed!reader

genre: angst! modern au

word count: 1700

warning: mentions of depression, death/suicide

summary: you haven’t been at school all week, you haven’t been answering texts. eventually, the boys decided that they’re not going to wait for you to reply anymore, and take matters into their own hands.

a/n: yoo so sorry for the angsty thing, i was planning on putting up some starboy laurens fluff but ive been having a pretty bad day meself so. wrote some angst cuz it made me feel better. if you’re having a bad day i hope it helps and i hope u feel good tomorrow!


You had spent the week in bed. Your work was beginning to pile up – in both a metaphorical and literal sense, you thought as you looked at the pile of papers on your desk – and you probably got more texts in the past five days than you’ve gotten in the past year. Everyone was worried about you. Just today, Alexander had left you 3 voicemails and he sent you 51 messages in the span of 6 minutes; John sent you 2 pictures of Lafayette and Hercules playing checkers, and then one of himself pouting because, as he put it, he ‘wanted to see you’; Lafayette sent you a video of himself singing some French song that was supposed to be a lullaby but it didn’t really help; Hercules sent you a picture of himself in a ridiculous hat. 

Nothing cheered you up. You hadn’t had this bad of a spell in years, but lately things had gotten worse and couldn’t bring yourself to do anything. You just couldn’t.

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[The reason why the Young Justice toyline failed was that] Green Lantern bombed at the box office. That was a big part of it. We were all kind of grouped together, when you make a toy deal all those decisions go together with all the projects that are happening. So you’ve got the Green Lantern television show, and Young Justice, and we were all kinda bundled together with that movie. When it didn’t do very well at the box office, not that it didn’t do very well it did horribly, and it’s kind of like having a run on the bank, Walmart and Target were like “stop making toys” and you can’t stop making just the Green Lantern [movie] toys, it’s everything that was bundled in there. So when they turned that one off the faucet turned off on all of those projects and all the toys that were funding Young Justice and Green Lantern The Animated Series and that kind of thing. So it was more just bad timing I would say.
—  Khary Payton (Aqualad) talking about why the Young Justice toyline was cancelled. Along with Greg Weisman, and Christopher Jones at Young Justice Panel at Convergence 2016 x
The Greatest Gift (Alexander x Reader)

Word Count: 9,279 (when i said it was long, i meant it…)

Warnings: SMUT, angst, swears

Authors Note: JUST FUCKING READ IT PLEASE. IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS FIC. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT, ALSO HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND ENJOY MY HOLIDAY FIC!

Request: this fulfills 2 requests but it will spoil it so i’m not gonna tell you…

Epilogue

Masterlist

It was unfortunate. Of course you were in love with your best friend, and if that wasn’t bad enough, of course he had a girlfriend. You had met Lafayette through mutual friends, naive and young you thought you wouldn’t fall for the tall frenchman. You did eventually. At first it was denial. You couldn’t love him, he was your best friend.  You didn’t love him surely, but no. Every time you saw him, your world spun around your feet. You felt this way until he introduced Adrienne. She tagged along with everything you guys did and you had no choice but to be happy for them. For him. Because he was so in love with her it hurt you to see them together.

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I am extremely sorry for taking so long, dear Anon, but if this is still of any help, please accept it! ;u;

also please note that I use the pencil on paper-scan-mouse in Photoshop CS5 route. :’3

❝ I’ll always love you, my little flower ❞

Plot: When your boyfriend Jungkook finds out you got cancer.

JungkookxReader

Words count: 1,4k+

Genre: Angst/Fluffy 

For anon, I really hope you like it and this helps you. We love ya cutie! 
M. 


Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥


Yet another sleepless night and you don’t know how to deal with the pain. The good days are mostly but sometimes it happens that, at night, your body starts to rebel and you are the first to not being able to do anything. It’s sick, it sucks but unfortunately you can’t do much.

Your mom helps you lie down on the couch, gently covers you with blanket and going through the headphones to listen to music. You know very well how much it helps you stop thinking, especially if it’s the music of the one you love.

You didn’t want to fall in love, you know your condition and but it happened. Now, however, you don’t know how to tell him the truth. Been together for more than eight months and you were able to hide everything but you’re aware that you can’t pretend you’re okay.

The first notes of your favorite song, “Let me know”, delicate echo in the headphones and immediately you can feel the benefit of music that soothes, albeit slightly, the pain. Nor is the disease to cause you that constant feeling of nausea, pain and dizziness, but it’s chemotherapy. The only help with you’re trying to win your battle.

“Honey.. There is Jungkook ”

“W-What..? No, mom. Get him out! I can’t be seen in this state… ”

“Honey..  you’ll have to tell him sooner or later. ”

“I don’t… I don’t want to.. I lose him if I tell him the truth.. ”

“He loves you, he would never let you go if he knew all of this.”

Your mother’s look makes you feel guilty, those lies are too many now and you’ve piled up them for more than eight months, so you hide under the blanket and inevitably wait the end of your relationship. You sweat cold and feel the little beads of sweat wet your forehead and glue the dark hair to it, swallowing back to concentrate on the music when a delicate hand moves away the blanket, and you find yourself watching your boyfriend’s worried look. 

He’s always so beautiful that you wonder how it’s possible that he’s in a relationship with you. Even without a fucking cancer you wasn’t one of those girls that made boys look at you with blanked gaze, yet he chose you. Among all.


“Hey Jagi.. Aren’t you feeling well? You look pale. ”

“Rough night.” Murmurs throat-clearing, that’s parched ‘cause of agitation that attacks you. “Why.. Why are you here? ” you ask with a small voice, trying to smile.

“I wanted to see my beautiful girlfriend. Are you sure you’re okay? Do you want me to call your mother? ” His concern is visible and you can even hear it in his voice, so with painful effort you lift and can you get seated.  

You take his hands and squeeze between your, ignoring his jolting to hear how your skin is cold. Everyone in your family, especially your brother that’s your “human blanket”, know that little aspect and are used to. When you’re with him usually try to keep hands warm rather than let him know how cold you feel.

“Hey.. You’re frozen, what the heck. Come here now. ” He’s trying to remain friendly despite his order but you slightly shake your head, looking for the courage to tell him the truth.

“I have to tell you something.”

“If you have that look must be something serious.”

“It.. Is. ”

Fear has already begun to make you shiver, but shake your head and try to maintain calm. With your fingers start to brush on the palm and the back of his hand, meanwhile you feel your eyes burn because of the tears. You know you’re not going to keep them for a long time, then you take a deep breath and start talking.

“I’m sick Kooks… I knew when I met you and it was for this reason that always refused to hang out with you. I.. I didn’t want to involve anyone in my life, much less someone like you.. ”

“Sick…? W-what do you mean …? ”

“Melanoma. I discovered it last year … ”

Those last words are almost poison in your mouth, you feel their bitter taste, while lower head starting to cry. At once sobs accompany tears that wet your cheeks, falling silent on your hands clasped.

“I’m sorry Kooks… I’m really sorry .. ”

“Why …? Why you.. You don’t have to be sorry.. ”

“'Cause I get involved you without telling you. I should’ve told you everything, so that you could decide whether to continue dating me or not. ”

Your hiccups are now the only sound that fills the room and you start to dissolve the firm grip of your hands on his, when he makes it to first and leaves you breathless. He lets your hands and you interpret as a sign of anger, disappointment and you can’t blame him. You hid something so important and he didn’t deserve it.

“I’m s-sorry”

“Fuck, shut up. ” He mutters angrily and immediately you fall silent, but when you’re about to get up off the couch and leave him, gently, he squeezes your wrist and attracts towards him. He surrounds you with his arms almost wanting to protect and buries his face in your hair. That closeness allows you to hear him sobbing and it’s yet another blow to the heart.

Your eyes are wet and they burn but when he squeezes more against his body, so warm and comfortable for you, begin to burn even more because the tears rise again and again. You let them slip vehement on your skin and hide your face against his neck, going to lay your hands on him hips, pressing them with force. You’re afraid of losing him and it’s the thing that is bad about your disease. Having to leave him.

“You’d to tell me but didn’t 'cause so I could avoid hanging out with you…But 'cause I had a right to know and above all the duty to be near to you. How many times have I had to do something and maybe you were sick.. How many times I was complaining because you said you want to stay at the dorm instead of going out. You should have told me so I could take care of you. I’m young, I have to admit, but I’d never left you alone,Y/N ”

He speaks out those words with a gravity you never heard, just barely moves you and taking your face in his hands. His eyes are damp and red as much as yours, you can’t believe he’s really crying for more in front of you, so with your fingertips caress his cheek and erase the sign that tears have inevitably left.

“I’m sor–”

“No, don’t say it. You have nothing to be sorry about. ”

“O-okay… Kooks… ”

“Huh?”

“Your music is helping me, so don’t say that you didn’t take care of me. You did it unconsciously. ”

“Aish.. You silly brat. ”

You smile at his tone and as you approach just with your face to his stealing a kiss, small and delicate. Your eyes meet and he didn’t miss that opportunity. Immediately your lips meet again, with his tongue he touch lightly your bottom lip and inevitably a little moan comes from your mouth while that kiss becomes more passionate and intimate.

“YOU TWO!”

Your mother’s voice doesn’t take you back to reality, but it does hide even more in that little magic bubble that you two have just created. You smile on his lips and he does the same, whispering to them something that you would have never expected.

“I love you, Y/N”

“You’re a fool to do so..”

“I’m fine with that. I’ll always love you, my little flower. ”

I Need You Here

Words: 1,090

Prompt: Reid and Reader broke up for and they used to live together. One night reader is upset about something as she heads home and accidentally drives to Reid’s place instead of her own new place.


“Ugh,” Y/N grunted as she got in her car. It was supposed to be a girl’s night out, not Penelope and Emily’s third attempt of setting you up on another hopeless blind date. They didn’t understand that when you said you didn’t need anyone one right now you really meant that you didn’t need anyone.

Driving down the highway on your way home you call the only person that you can think of to lift your spirits, Morgan. “Hey pretty girl how was your date?” he said snickering. “You were in on it too? Morgan you of all people should know that with everything that has been happening the past couple of months that it is really only making me more stressed.” you said sighing.

Two months ago your mother had passed away from cancer. Being so close to her your entire life, as she raised you by herself when your father left you both early on, you really were struggling with the loss. It started to effect everything in your life. Hotch had ordered that you take a few weeks off to clear your mind. In the process Spencer and you had also broken up. You guys had been dating for two years but at the same time your mom died his mom was denied and then later admitted into research programs. You both were fragile and were taking your frustrations out on each other. The best solution was to just end things to save the professional relationship that you still needed to have. Amongst all of the chaos you were being set up with men who thought that you were too petite to be doing anything as dangerous as working for the FBI.

“Hey L/N I’m sorry pretty girl, for real. You just need some sleep, you looked a little rough this morning,” his sincerity going to sarcasm in all of ten seconds. “Morgan I called you for help and this isn’t helping,” laughing as you pulled into your apartment complex.

Morgan was your best friend you went to him for everything, he was like the brother that you never had in your life. He had really been keeping you going especially the past few sleepless weeks.

“And you know damn well why I haven’t been sleeping so don’t even go there, not tonight.” your happiness leaving you. “Come on L/N just go and talk to him and maybe you both can get a good nights sleep for once.”

Truth be told you both missed each other. You found yourself picking up your phone multiple times after work contemplating trying to make a mends and move past whatever had happened to your once budding relationship full of walks in the park and cuddles after hard cases. Most of all you missed his scent. It was starting to vanish from your pillow and the CalTech sweatshirt that you had slipped into your bag while packing your things up from your shared apartment.

“You know that I can’t do that. We have hardly talked together in the past six weeks and that includes at work and on cases. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do anymore. I still love him so much. The only time I ever get any sleep is when I’m sleeping in his sweatshirt because it smells like him, but it’s starting to wear off,” you said tearing up and unlocking the door to your apartment only to be greeted by the man you had been talking about moments before pointing a gun at you.

“Y/N?” Spencer said lowering his gun. “Morgan I have to go,” you said setting down your phone.

“What are you doing here?” he questioned.

“Oh sorry I just had a rough night and was talking to Morgan and must’ve driven here by accident…I..I should go. I’m sorry for causing you trouble.” You scurried back to the front door, mentally cursing yourself for never giving Spencer back the key to your shared apartment, only to be cut off by Spencer’s long arms reach out for you first.

“Y/N you can stay you know that right? Just because we aren’t together doesn’t mean we can’t talk.” he said sincerely worried about you and your mental state.

“Ha! Really?” you laughing, Spencer looking very confused at your hostile tone. “Come on Spencer you can’t even look or talk to me when we are at work and now all of a sudden you are pleading for me to stay?” you say dumbfounded looking at Spencer who you notice also looks like he hasn’t slept for days.

“Sorry for asking you’re the one that drove here in the first place. I’m just trying to be nice but go ahead and leave,” He said turning around to go to your old shared bedroom to put away his gun.

“Spence wait,” you plead. Thankfully he turns around with his puppy dog eyes finding your teary, tired ones. “I miss you. Dammit I’m surprised that I can function at work. I miss you so bad I can’t sleep, I can hardly eat. I miss when you would take up the entire couch and I would come and sit on you. I miss you saying that you would help me with dinner only for you to give me a lesson about the origins of our dinner. I miss waking up to you. I miss you Spence,” you say catching Spencer off guard as you run straight into his arms. His hesitates but he wraps his long arms around you.

He missed you too more than he can even express right now. For now he just presses his lips against your head taking in your scent. The scent that even an eidetic memory couldn’t memorize in all of its coconut scented glory. “I missed you too,” it’s all he can choke out as he starts to cry too, but it is just enough.

“Y/N?” he pulls away just enough so you both can get a good look at each other.

“Yeah Spence?”

“Can you stay the night. I haven’t slept in weeks,” his puppy dog eyes making their second appearance of the night.

“Under one condition,” you smirk looking up to the light of your life. “You let me sleep in one of your shirt.”

“We can make that happen,” he smiles pulling you back to him, knowing that you both need to talk more in the morning but for now it can wait, for now you just need to hold each other.

Flaws (Dean)

Anonymous asked: How about a dean series where both the reader and him are idols but she is different like she is thick and maybe a little on the darker side since koreans love pale skin, then they both face adversity (self-hate, perseverance) maybe 

A/N: We all have flaws, but they stand out to us way more than to anyone else, and we are much harder on ourselves than any decent person would ever be to us. We have to learn how to silence the voices that tell us we aren’t pretty or handsome enough. We are enough. You know when you like someone, whether romantically or platonically and they keep looking better and better to you? That’s how the people that love you feel about you too. No matter how you look, in the eyes of those who love you, you are beautiful. 

P.S. Thank you to the person who sent in this request and I hope you don’t mind me writing it as a oneshot instead of a series. It was a great request!! <3 <3 

Originally posted by benihime99

    You closed and locked the bathroom door, stripping off the tight top and shorts. You were the only one in your group that had been told to wear high-waisted shorts for today’s performance and you knew why. You also knew that your several stretch marks were probably the reason you’d all had to wear tights. You tensed your abs and poked your stomach, cringing at how your finger sunk slightly before hitting muscle. The other girls in your group weren’t like that… No wonder your manager was always pressuring you to eat less and work out more.

    Next was your thighs. You sat down on the edge of the toilet and tensed them, feeling the softness inside, noticing how your muscles didn’t stand out as much as they should have, at least in comparison to some of the other girls. You had so much work to do. And that was only the things you could fix. Your manager had straight-up told you he was especially hard on you because your skin was darker and he wanted to do what he could to “make up for that.” You kept questioning why you had chosen this lifestyle.

    You put your clothes back on, grateful not to have to look at your insecurities anymore, and left to join the rest of your group at the table, where they were eating. “Want some ramen?” Yumi, the youngest of your group, asked. “There’s another packet somewhere.”

    “Nah, I’m good- I already ate,” you lied. You’d been about to sit down but now you didn’t want to eat and you left, saying, “Don’t over-eat!” and disappeared into the room you shared with two other members. Great, now you weren’t only hard on yourself, you were just as hard on them.

    You climbed up to your bunk and collapsed, sliding your phone out of your pocket and pressing your boyfriend’s name. Your relationship with him was secret from the public, but it wasn’t hard for the two of you to meet up since you were both under the same company. “Hey babe,” Hyuk said as he picked up.

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bad habits (for a heartbreaker) (m) pt.1

Words: 18,139.
Genre: Smut, fluff + tattoo (kinda) soulmate au + messy love triangle.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Yoongi x Reader. 
Summary: “The world suddenly feels as if it’s closing in on you, crashing and burning and dragging you along with it, because you can’t be in love and yet you obviously are - and the mere thought is absolutely, undeniably frightening.”
A/N: Inspired by this and this submission and the songs bad habits by the kooks and how to be a heartbreaker by marina and the diamonds.

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