you only love me for my donut

i wanted you to look at me like that girl trying to lose weight looks at the chocolate glazed donut sitting in the window of the small sweet shop, she crosses everyday on her way to work. i just wanted you to look at me like i am that last slice of pizza lying in the dominoes pizza box shared by four friends after work. i just wanted you to look at me like i am the only one you need. i just wanted to you look at me like i’m your oxygen when you’re breathless. i just wanted you to look at me like i looked at you, baby.
—  look at me//nikitagupta
various starters
  • ❛  you’re a weapon and weapons don’t weep.  ❜
  • ❛  hurt me once, I’ll kill you twice.  ❜
  • ❛  never trust a survivor until you learn what they did to stay alive.  ❜
  • ❛  death is the only god that comes when you call.  ❜
  • ❛  I am teeth. I am royal. you are nothing to me.  ❜
  • ❛  the sun will rise and we will try again.  ❜
  • ❛  we’re just kids. we aren’t supposed to be heroes.  ❜
  • ❛  I like my women like I like my Absinthe: bitter and intoxicating.  ❜
  • ❛  what doesn’t kill me better run.  ❜
  • ❛  she wasn’t looking for a knight. she was looking for a sword.  ❜
  • ❛  don’t dehumanize bad people, because it’s their humanity which makes what they’ve done so terrifying.  ❜
  • ❛  she isn’t just pretty. she is otherworldly and vaguely threatening.  ❜
  • ❛  magic is not good or evil. is a knife evil? only if the wielder is.  ❜
  • ❛  I don’t want your crown. see, I’ve come to burn your kingdom down.  ❜
  • ❛  they broke my wings. they forgot I have claws.  ❜
  • ❛  all that blood was never beautiful, it was just red.  ❜
  • ❛  what do you do when there’s no hero in the story? simple. you kill the monster and crown yourself.  ❜
  • ❛  how terrible it is, to love something that death can touch.  ❜
  • ❛  you may not be interested in war, but it is interested in you.  ❜
  • ❛  I feel divinity in my bones like aching. like fire.  ❜
  • ❛  you make me feel and I don’t like it. I want it to stop. now.  ❜
  • ❛  you are losing my interest and that is very dangerous.  ❜
  • ❛  she will burn your kingdoms down, herself with it, if it means your ruin.  ❜
  • ❛  it’s okay to be scared. it means your about to do something brave.  ❜
  • ❛  she looks like divine absolution.  ❜
  • ❛  I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find and impossible to forget.  ❜
  • ❛  be careful with words. they can be forgive, but never forgotten.  ❜
  • ❛  you not wanting me was the beginning of me wanting myself.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m tired of fighting. for once, I want to be fought for.  ❜
  • ❛  never run back to what broke you.  ❜
  • ❛  I was quite, but not blind.  ❜
  • ❛  your gut knows what’s up. trust that bitch.  ❜
  • ❛  we all eat lies when our hearts are hungry.  ❜
  • ❛  do not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m just a girl, standing in front of a salad, wishing it was a donut.  ❜
  • ❛  you can miss something but not want it back.  ❜
  • ❛  you can’t save people, you can only love them.  ❜
  • ❛  I came, I saw, I made it awkward.  ❜
  • ❛  we buy shite we don’t need, with money we don’t have, to impress people we don’t like.  ❜
  • ❛  you’re always one decision away from a different life.  ❜
  • ❛  my brain has too many tabs open.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m not saying I hate you, just that you’re like the Monday of people.  ❜
  • ❛  there’s no ‘we’ in fries.  ❜
  • ❛  apology accepted, trust denied.  ❜
  • ❛  death and I have been scandalously intimate for some time now.  ❜
  • ❛  life happens. coffee helps.  ❜
  • ❛  I am mine before I am ever anyone else’s.  ❜
  • ❛  I rely a bit too heavily on alcohol and irony.  ❜
  • ❛  very early in my life it was already too late.  ❜
  • ❛  is that a threat or are you flirting with me.  ❜
  • ❛  was the use of force necessary in completing your objectives?  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll let you drag me to hell if it means you’ll hold my hand.  ❜
  • ❛  I do bad things, and I do them very well.  ❜
  • ❛  you drink too much, you cuss too much and you have questionable morals. you’re everything I ever wanted.  ❜
  • ❛  they will kill you, but first they will have to catch you.  ❜
  • ❛  drugs might kill you but they’ll never break your heart.  ❜
  • ❛  good girls are just bad girls that haven’t been caught.  ❜
  • ❛  a pretty face doesn’t guarantee a pretty heart.  ❜
  • ❛  no airbag, we die like men.  ❜
  • ❛  true evil is, above all, seductive.  ❜
  • ❛  it takes more courage to suffer than to die.  ❜
  • ❛  you must be lucky to avoid the wolf every time. but the wolf? he only needs enough luck to catch you once.  ❜
  • ❛  justice is vengeance in prettier packaging.  ❜
OTP PROMPTs (more from my procrastinating ass)

- “We were assigned in a group project of 6 people and we are the only two doing the work, I passed out one night in the library working with you and you brought me a donut and coffee, It may be the lack of sleep talking but I am pretty sure I am in love with you.”

- “I got really sick while drinking and you have been rubbing my back as I blew chunks into the toilet, telling me it is okay.”

- “You asked me out in high school and I turned you down because I wasn’t interested, but you really changed after high school and well damn.”

- “You look like you could kick my ass and I would totally let you.”

- “You were really shy about going on a date with me, but then you show up looking fine as hell with a smile that can cause heart attacks.”

- “I found a puppy on the street and brought him into the dorm, you have been helping me take care of him.”

Laundry • H.S.

Originally posted by pinkharold

I huffed, shutting the dryer door with my hip as I balanced the basket on my hip, walking out the laundry room and into the living room. This was the third load of the day and I was deeply regretting packing both mine and Harry’s whole wardrobe for our vacation in Greece.

I set the basket on the floor, sitting criss cross on the white fluffy rug in the living room, surrounded by piles of folded clothes and paired socks. 

“Harry, can you help!” I shouted out, hoping to hear the sound of footsteps coming from the upstairs bathroom where I heard the water stop running and the door open. 

I carefully folded one of his silk shirts, putting it in the pile that was meant for hangers when they were transported into the bedroom. Soon enough, footsteps came down the stairs slowly and I turned my head to watch my tanned boyfriend walk down the stairs with just a white towel around his waist.

I smiled big, leaning back on my palms and looking up at him as he hovered over me, small droplets dripping around from his still wet hair. “You called?” He smiled, looking around the living room at the piles of clothes. 

“Can you please help?” I begged, pouting with big eyes and a jutted lip hoping to persuade him easier. I watched his face scrunch up before he leaned down to pick up a pair of boxers I neatly folded, dropping his towel and quickly slipped on the pair of boxers. He walked around me, sitting across from me and picking up on of my bralettes from the basket.

“You should wear this one day,” He nodded to himself, slowly folding the lacy piece before lightly placing it near the rest of my bras and underwear. I stopped folding the pair of jeans and looked up at him.

“Babe, I wore that yesterday,” I giggled, shaking my head and watching his eyes widen, looking between me and the bralette he just set down.

“I took it off s’quick I couldn’t even see it!” He defended himself, winking at me with a smirk on his face before grabbing a t-shirt from the basket.

After a few minutes and a now empty basket of laundry, I let out a breath, finally finishing the laundry that’s been piling up for days. I stood up, setting my hands on my hips and looking down at where he still sat, legs crossed in nothing but a pair of boxers, his hair laying almost flat from being wet.

“Y’know we still gotta go grocery shopping, mum’s coming over tomorrow.” I sighed, rubbing my temples, stressed over thinking about having the house perfectly clean for Sunday dinner with his family.

“S’what we doing just standin’ ‘ere, let’s go bub.” He snapped up, grabbing my shoulders and spinning me around, leading my up to the bedroom. “Gotta get dressed, th’ both of us.”

“All my clothes are down here you bum.” I laughed as he tried leading us to the stairs before stopping in his tracks.

“Shi- you’re so smart bub.” He said, turning my back around and tapping my nose. “Anyone ever tell ya that?”

“A few times,” I shrugged it off, laughing along with him before we searched for something decent to wear from the floor of our living room. Clean clothes this time.


(this was originally called domestic, donut be confused grasshoppers)

okay this might be some sort of a mini series, only because the idea of Domestic!Harry makes me so happy. Folding laundry, grocery shopping, the whole nine yards…

also sorry for any mistakes, i’m delusional at the moment :)

My heart is with Manchester right now, everyone please keep them in your prayers. Music is meant for love, keep that in mind and stay positive. Love you guys, stay safe x

Intervention for Winn

“Okay, okay, yes, Lyra and I were there last night, but her brother’s safe and sound now, so no art thievery, I swear, we just – ”

“Whoa Winn, slow down. I don’t know where you and Lyra were after your Guardian stint last night and I really don’t want to. That’s not why I’m calling.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. But I do have donuts for you, if you… I kind of… I need to talk to you… alone… I mean, I’m sorry, you and Lyra probably have plans – ”

“Name the time and place, my favorite pool shark, and I’ll be there.”

“You gotta stop calling me that.”

“You love it.”

“Do we wanna go back to the public undecency you and Lyra apparently got up to last night?”

“Time and place, Maggie. Uh, Detective Sawyer.”

“8 o'clock. The bar okay for you?”

“Only if we can shoot some pool, my favorite… um… girlfriend of Alex’s…”

“Sure, Winn. Sure.”

She hangs up and she glances at Alex and James and Kara.

“Still not sure why you guys wanted me to be the one to call him.”

“You’re new, Maggie. If you say you want to see him without his girlfriend, he’ll come. He likes you and he doesn’t want to get off on the wrong foot with you.”

“Because he’s scared of me?”

“Yes, babe. You’re terrifying.”

James and Kara snort, and Alex and Maggie glare teasingly.

“You’re sure Brian’s information’s accurate?” Kara asks one more time.

One more time because Winn is happy, and Winn is giddy, and she doesn’t want to take that from him.

Or, worse, have him turn away from all of them because he’s offended by their intervention.

“Winn might be more scared of your sister than he is of me, but I’ve got fear down to Brian’s boots. He might be a little… odd. But his intel’s never failed me before.”

James sighs and rubs his hand over his face.

“It’s not hard to believe, Kara. I mean, I wish it were, but… you should have seen Lyra go after that boy at the liquor store. He was just a kid, you know, and it was like she had no empathy.”

Maggie sighs and Alex twitches. Maggie takes her hand, because she knows that Alex, of all people, understands Lyra’s tendency to go overboard. To cause pain, and to enjoy it. And they’re working on it together. Slowly. Excrutiatingly.

They’re pretty quiet until 8 o'clock rolls around and Winn strolls into the bar.

His brow furrows immediately, and he points to each of his friends in turn.

“Is this an ambush, Sawyer? I thought it was gonna be just you and me, mano a mano, shooting shots and shooting pool and – ”

“Stop talking and sit, Schott,” Alex cuts him off, and Kara leans over to tone Alex down.

He obeys, silently, staring at James.

“What’s this about, man?”

James clears his throat and folds his hands on the table. He adjusts in his seat and he glances at Kara and he looks back at Winn and he takes a deep breath.

“Winn, man, listen. I haven’t felt… I haven’t felt like I’ve had a brother since Clark. But you, Winn? You’re my brother. And I love that you’re happy, and you deserve that, man, you deserve it so much. But Winn, you’re such a nice guy that it… it can be easy for people to take advantage of you.”

“Like Kara. With Mon-el,” Maggie supplies gently, and Kara nods while holding Alex’s hand across the table.

“But we had an intervention for Kara about Mon-el, it… wait…” Winn looks around and almost stands back up, but James takes one shoulder and Maggie takes another, and they gently, very gently, push him back down to sit. “Is this an… intervention? About Lyra? Because I talked to her, James, and I told you, if you don’t want her on team Guardian, she won’t be, I talked to her – ”

“Yeah, and she apparently broke a glass and did a lot of screaming and accusing you of calling her crazy, Winn,” Kara says, her eyes soft, her voice almost softer.

Winn looks at each of them in turn, stammering.

“She’s… she’s passionate, okay? She just wants to help, and she felt like I was calling her crazy and telling her she wasn’t worth it – ”

“But that’s not what you were telling her, man. And even if you were – to break a glass like that? To yell at you like that?”

“Dude, my sister has superpowers. If she broke every glass she came across when she’d be angry, we… Winn, she’s gotta have more control than that. It’s abusive, dude, she can’t – ”

“Oh, right, Alex, and you can talk about control, and abuse, Miss Get Me a Wrench.”

Alex almost stands, the shadows behind her eyes bursting into flame. Kara and Maggie still her with their hands, their whispers, and James stills Winn with his own.

“Alright, alright! I’m sorry, Alex, that was out of line, I didn’t… I’m sorry, I just… got defensive, I… I’m sorry, Alex.”

“You’re not wrong,” she mutters, like she’d rather admit anything else in the world. “But it just makes me get it even more, Winn. It wouldn’t be acceptable if I carried that… rage… into my relationship with Maggie. Hell, it’s apparently not even acceptable when I carry it into the DEO. So dude, I get it. I sympathize with Lyra, I do. But Winn, she can’t treat you like that. She can’t. It’s not okay.”

His eyes bore into Alex’s for a long, long, long moment. Maggie and Kara exchange a tense glance, and James keeps his eyes focused on his brother.

“But I think I might love her.”

Kara stands and crosses to Winn’s side of the table, kneeling next to him and pulling him into a soft hug. “I know. And I’m so sorry, Winn. But that’s the thing. About you. And, I guess, about me. We love so hard and forgive so easily that it’s almost impossible to see when we’re being treated badly. And you don’t deserve it, Winn. You don’t.”

“You’re all not… mad at me?”

“No!”

“Absolutely not!”

“No.”

“Dude, why would we be mad at you?”

“Because I’m stupid, apparently, I’m just… stupid.”

“You’re not. You’re not stupid, Winn. Your kindness is… it’s beautiful, man. But you gotta look out for yourself. And sometimes you forget to, or don’t know you deserve to, so…”

“So you have your family to help get you there.”

“Family, huh, Kara?” he looks down at her, his lips twisting into a soft smile.

“Family,” she confirms, and Winn doesn’t remember ever feeling this loved. This cared for. This… home.

Juice Ortiz Journals

A/N: Request from @wiild-nirvanaaa
Juice drops Abel off to preschool for a week, finding himself attracted to Abel’s teacher. Shenanigans ensue. I had so much fun writing this, I hope you like it, lovely! No warnings :)


Monday, 12th February, 10:00am, convenience store parking lot

Dear diary,

Just met my future wife. She is made of sunshine and I’m already in love with her.

I got asked to take Abel to school this morning because everyone was busy. I thought I could just drop him off and head back to TM but I’m now lovesick, humiliated and eating a box of shame donuts in the carpark of the convenience store.
Why did I think it was a good idea to tell his teacher, Miss Jones, that I was available? She only asked me where Jax and Tara were, and I told her they were busy with work this week and needed a hand getting Abel to school. That would have been enough, but then she asked me for my name. I said, and I quote, “Mr Single & Ready to Mingle”.
I should have told her I was “Mr Idiot and Desperate.” That would have been more accurate.
Thankfully she laughed and I had a moment to recover when she said I could call her Max. I told her she could call me Juice, and managed not to say she could “call me anytime”.

Oh God, I’ve eaten five donuts and now I have “Me & Mrs Jones” stuck in my head.
I’m going to have to move towns now. Excommunicate myself from SAMCRO. They’d never let me transfer as a Nomad once they hear about this, they’ll all be dead from laughter. 

Monday, 10:00pm, still thinking about my secret shame

Maybe I can get Happy to mercy kill me, as a favour.

Tuesday, 13th February, 1:00pm, TM Garage, hiding under a car pretending to work

Dear diary,

Had to take Abel again today. Jax asked if it would be alright if I took Abel to school all week, and because I’m a glutton for punishment, I said yes.
Max didn’t say anything about my misfortune of tongue yesterday, so I assumed she must be some sort of angel. She sure looks like one.
Brown, wavy hair, pretty pale skin, and she smiles a lot. Not like, mentally deranged, unblinking smiling. Genuine smiling, blinking the right amount. It turns me in to an idiot.

Not an idiot like that time I fed that dog meth and it bit Tig’s behind, just an idiot where my brain doesn’t brain anymore and my mouth doesn’t mouth anymore.
I told her I would be dropping off Abel all week. As I was leaving she asked me to remind Jax and Tara to send a paint shirt in with Abel tomorrow as they were painting Valentine’s Day cards.
I said I would let them know, and if they needed someone to come play Cupid, I looked great in a diaper. She laughed and I’m pretty sure it was because she thought it was funny, and not because she was scared of me and was trying to keep me pacified.
I mean, I did look fetching in a diaper, but it’s not something you say to any sane person you were trying to impress.
Then again, I’m not sane, but I only ate 3 shame donuts today, so that’s a win.

Wednesday, 14th February, 11:15am, clubhouse

Dear diary,

I’ve never felt more ashamed in my life. 

I felt like the universe was sending me a sign that since Max hadn’t called the authorities on me for my performance the last few days, it meant that she liked me. I figured that since it was Valentine’s Day, I would make a small, sweet gesture. If she liked it, then it would confirm my suspicions and I would ask her out the next morning.
It pains me to recount this, diary, but you have to take the good with the bad. You don’t have triumphs without trials. When you go through hell, just keep going. If ‘plan A’ doesn’t work, there’s 25 other letters in the alphabet.

When did you become a writer for Hallmark, Juicy Boy? - Chibs

Still Wednesday, 11:35am, locked in the clubhouse bathroom, Chibs swearing at me through the door

Just beat Chibs over the head with my journal and now I’m hiding out so I have some privacy to write about my pain without being killed.

So I decided to compose a poem for Max to tell her how much I liked her without actually telling her to her face. Because if I’ve learnt anything, someone can’t reject you if you’re not there to hear it. You just avoid any area of town they happen to frequent and pretend like nothing happened.
I taught the poem to Abel, rehearsing it in the car all evening while he was eating dinner and on the way to school in the car. Jax and Tara had invited me over to thank me for helping with Abel.
Jax thought it was weird that I was getting his kid to be my wingman, but Tara thought it was cute, and we all know who the real genius in that relationship is.
(Hint, it’s not that blond ferret.)

It was game time, Abel had repeated the poem perfectly to me and I had given him a copy of it written down in case he got stage fright. I was just gonna get him to give her the note, but I thought it was more romantic coming from the kid.
On the note I had put “Wanna get dinner this Friday night? Yes/No”. Abel just had to give it over to her and bring it back with her answer.
Instead of walking him right up to the room, I hung back a little. I would go unnoticed, but I stood close enough to the door that I could hear. He must have gotten stage fright, because he just grabbed the note and gave it straight to her. I waited, watching as Max opened the note, ready to pat myself on the back.
Instead, she scrunched up her face, signature smile completely gone. Max looked up, searching for me, and came over.
“Juice, I’m sorry, but this is frankly immature. And having Abel deliver this for you is grossly inappropriate. If anything like this happens again, I’ll be reporting it.”
Before I had the chance to say anything, she turned and walked in to the classroom.

I walked out of the school and got in the car, so confused as to what went wrong. I hadn’t gone with the dirty limerick Chibs had taught me, so when I opened the note, I was shocked to see that it was something all together different than the one I had intended to pass on.
It was a crude stick figure drawing, of both myself and Max in a very R-rated position. I had to congratulate the artist, for their accuracy of my mohawk and tattoos on a stick figure, but deduct points for the over-exaggeration of Miss Jones’ breasts.

After my shock had worn off, I realised who had done it. Jax. He was the only Son who knew of my plan.
The betrayal cut deep, and I sped away from the school to the store, buying a pint of Ben & Jerry’s, dipping my shame donuts in to my shame ice cream. 
If it wasn’t going to cause my untimely death, I would have gone to the clubhouse and murdered our prez right then and there.
Instead, I stuck his hand in a bowl of warm water while he napped on the couch in the clubhouse. Take that, Pisspants Teller.

Wednesday, 11:42am, still locked in the clubhouse toilet, Chibs and now Jax swearing at me through the door.

This is my home now. I’m never getting out of here alive. Worth it.

Thursday, 15th February, 5:15pm, my room, clubhouse

Dear diary,

There is literally no greater romantic genius than myself.

I managed to get out of the bathroom, relatively unscathed. I’m on bathroom cleaning duties for a week, but I’ll get a prospect to do it.

I went to the hospital to visit Tara to get some romantic advice. I told her about what happened, and after Tara called and scolded Jax for 15 minutes, she told me that she would be happy to call the school and speak to Max to explain.
I told her how kind it was, but I wouldn’t want poor Abel to have to leave the school because his father is a sadist.
Tara said that I could go tomorrow with Abel to explain myself, and she was certain that flowers and the temptation of a romantic, quiet dinner at a small restaurant was sure to work.

Today, diary, I would make my final grand gesture before giving up on love.
I woke up and drove over to Clay and Gemma’s house early in the morning to swipe a few bunches of flowers from Gemma’s garden. I wanted fresh flowers but the store didn’t open until 8:30.
I went before the sun came up so I wouldn’t be busted. Gemma would have killed me, but that was a risk I was willing to take in the name of love.

I picked up Abel and we drove to the school. I made sure to congratulate Abel on his successful mission yesterday, because even though his father is a treacherous hot mess crapbag, the kid did good. I wasn’t going to be the one responsible for his potential future self esteem issues just because his dad is a-

Come on, Juice, the picture was hilarious. Also, don’t cuss me out in your little diary, I am your prez and I can put you on bathroom duties for two weeks if I want. - Jax

As I was saying, I drove my hilarious, majestic, king-like friend’s heir to his place o’ learnin’. We got to the classroom, and Max’s face was one of slight disappointment, but she seemed to be a lot calmer than the previous morning.
This is how it went down.

Juice: Max, before you say anything, let me apologise for yesterday. I don’t want to name names, but the person behind the note you received thought that by giving you theirs instead of the one I had prepared, they would display wit and humour. Please forgive him, as I have. His mother didn’t hug him enough. If you w-

Ortiz, you’re full of shit. Abel told me you begged her to forgive you and you asked her out to McDonalds, you tight arse. You’ve been hanging out with Happy too often. Oh, and you’re on toilet duty for a month. I told the prospects to tell me if you try get them to do it. - Jax

Oh my God, Jax, get out of my room!! I didn’t ask her to McDonalds, you redneck! I asked her to the burger joint on Main Street. I wanted to keep it simple, so there was no pressure and we had a comfortable place to get to know each other.

But she already knows you’re a twat. What else could she possibly need to know? - Chibs

Well you can both go screw yourselves, she said yes, that I was sweet and we’re going out tomorrow night. Success!

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The Girl in the Mirror Pt2

AU: Riley Matthews is a small town girl and Lucas Friar is your typical rich boy. One day their worlds collide and a single lie takes them on a life changing journey. Can you love someone if you don’t know who they really are? Or can love help you become who you are meant to be? Riley Matthews was a small town girl until she met Lucas Friar, your anything but typical rich boy.

A/N: Here it is finally, the second part of The Girl in the Mirror. I want to thank you all for the feedback I got for the first part, I really hope you will like the whole story. I am still mapping out some key points, trying to figure our what exactly to do with it but don’t worry - I won’t stop writing for the Rucas fandom anytime soon. I also accept suggestions on who do you want to see in the story - I tried to include everyone in The Riley Diaries but if there’s something you want to see here, feel free to say it. I hope you like this part and that you are still interested in the story.
xo

Part1

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“I can’t believe you’re at school before the third period,” I laughed walking out of class to meet Maya, who was standing at the hallway, “Is it Christmas or something?”

“It’s September, you silly,” Maya laughed, linking our arms, “I came to make sure you are okay.”

“That’s really sweet,” I put my hand on top of hers, “But I am fine, except one guy collided in me on my way to class.”

“Riley Matthews, boy magnet,” Maya laughed and nudged me, “Who is he, tell me all about him.”

“His name is Lucas,” I was looking around, trying to not sound interested, “Blond hair, green eyes, not able to walk properly.”

“Well, well,” I heard a familiar voice behind us, “I see that my reputation precedes me.”

“I,” I started stuttering, nervous that he heard what we were talking about, “I am right, you can’t walk.”

“That’s a very interesting observation, but how about we see if I can dance,” Lucas smiled at Maya and then looked back at me, “How about you come with me to the school dance tonight?”

“Me,” I was shocked but also starting to get excited, “You just met me, I can be a serial killer.”

“Is she,” Lucas looked at Maya and she shook her head giggling.

“You’re not, it’s settled,” He smiled at me, not even giving me the chance to deny – not that I was trying to.

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itany-loves-j2  asked:

Pic of D & JA biting into a donut: I can't really make out J's expression (pleased/neutral/annoyed...?) Can you, maybe, with your magic image-analysing skills? 😉

Hello, sweet Itany!

Oh my! My friend, I fear I possess no magical powers or any especially good observations skills, but let’s try this. I’m afraid Jensen’s face is hard to read when only half of it is exposed.

I left D out and tweaked the lighting to better see his features. To me, his face looks a little reluctant. Much like the Dean persona he sometimes adopts. I wonder what was going through his head! “Let’s get this over with so the phone will stop ringing”?

Can you believe how extremely drastic these measure are, considering this was started by a mere hashtag? If there truly was nothing to hide, none of this madness would have come to pass, I’m sure. This cover-up is extremely heavy-handed, as proven by D’s choice of clothing and Jensen’s different overshirt. I wonder what happened to the darker denim shirt he wore on #DateNight? Did Jensen just refuse to go that far in order to appease the PR forces, or was it unusable for some reason?

My guess is that Jensen and D were ushered to take a picture at the same restaurant as the J’s visited with their friend the night before. This is an extremely rare occurance - Jensen and D actually trying to look intimate. I don’t even remember the last time this happened! I wonder what the alternative was, since I’m 90% sure Jensen didn’t agree to this lightly. It’s not his style at all.

Meanwhile Jared has been out for three nights in a row sans the beard. How do I get the feeling that a certain someone has had it with the bearding for now, and the other has to do it instead? Jared is clearly sending a message here - maybe Jensen is, too. There are several reasons I can think of why he wouldn’t wear the darker shirt, but perhaps he just didn’t give a damn. Maybe this would have to do.

In any case, I’m far from convinced. I don’t think the ladies were present during the #DateNight. Let’s hope this attempt to het things up is the last thing TPTB requires of the J’s as of right now! Unfortunately there always seems to be repercussions when the J’s slip in some way, so this didn’t surprise me that much.

I hope you have a lovely weekend, dear Itany! Sorry to have strayed from the actual topic, but I had to say what was on my mind. Thank you for always putting up with me. :)

anonymous asked:

Okay so could you write an imagine about the reader you can use (y/n) being at a TØP concert and this dude is being super aggressive behind the reader and hits her because he's drunk and josh like freaks and stops the show and comes to your rescue just make it super fluffy. I get this is super specific. Also can josh be dating the reader.

I will try my best! This is my first request, so bare with me. I will be improving every time I write. Sorry if it might be short.

JOSH DUN IMAGINE

A Bumpy Ride

(Y/N P.O.V)

Shaking my hips and screaming the lyrics is how I do. My boyfriend, Josh, and his band were playing. Josh was banging on those drums so hard I thought he would hurt himself. I loved him for that.

The crowd was getting pretty rowdy. People were pushing and shoving, and being in the front row didn’t help. I was being squished against the rail so hard I thought my head would pop off. I was getting tired so I tried to shove back with my butt so I could breathe, but someone shoved me right back.

I turned around to see this big sweaty guy waving his arms around and pushing people. I could tell he was VERY drunk.

I started looking at him like he was rude, because well, he was. He shoved me against the rail once more and I had enough. I spun around fast, about to yell at him, until I was hit in the face.

For a second I blacked out. My hand was on my face and I looked up and realized that the music stopped. I looked at Josh’s band mate, Tyler. His face was in shock and looking back and forth from me to Josh. 

“Hey! Get him out of here! I don’t ever want to see that here! Don’t you ever touch my girlfriend!” Josh yelled at the security guard. Security started dragging the guy over the rail and pulled him out of there fast. 

I was still in a state of shock, looking up again to see Josh grabbing my arms and pulling me out too. He pulled me back stage and wrapped his arms around me as tight as he could.

“Are you alright, (y/n)? I can’t believe that happened! I’m so sorry.” Josh kept repeating himself angrily until I hugged him back.

“Josh, really. It’s okay. I wanted to see you up front but didn’t realize how much people loved you!” I said with a chuckle.

“Well people like that don’t deserve to be a fan. You good to stay here? I don’t want you getting hurt again.” He said, pulling away.

“Only if I get the after show donuts!” I pouted.

“Deal.” Josh said. He kissed my forehead a million times and went back to his drums. I watched from back stage the rest of the night. He still hit those drums, and I still love him.

anonymous asked:

Lottie darling, i'm in the fandom only recently because of my sudden love for Donuts, i now ship Kylux and i noticed the importance of Millicent in the fics. however, there's no cat in TFA. please, can you enlighten me on this? how did Millicent happen?

hi darling! if no one else has said it to you then let me say: welcome to the fandom! 💕

Millicent, Hux’s beloved pet cat, originated from tweets made by Pablo Hidalgo, who’s a creative executive for Lucasfilm and basically decides what’s canon and what’s not.

He made comments about the pile of dust that Kylo slams his helmet into during the interrogation scene, that the dust is actually a litter box for Hux’s pet cat, Millicent ✨

And honestly, the kylux fandom just took it and ran with it, and now Millie is in fics and art and headcanons!

Pablo’s tweets are here & here!

I hope that helps you, lovely! 💕💕💕

Brendon Urie drunk text? :D They're so funny!! Drunk texts from him to you.

Brendon- HELP

You- what happened?!

Brendon- mY ButT FELL ASleEep!!!

You- I don’t even know if that’s possible. Are you okay?

Brendon- NO!

You- well, I can’t get you being that your all the way in another country.

Brendon- DALLON IS WITH ME

you- I know, is he drunk too?

Brendon- YaAAs! Haha iM A WhiTe guUrl

You- no you’re not Brendon, pleasE get a cab and go back to the hotel.

Brendon- thEse laDies R tRyin to DanCe with me. BuT I Only WorK my Ass for u!

You- I know. That ass doesn’t disappoint me. But seriously baby.

Brendon- OOOOOOOPS!! (Y/N) hELP!

You- what’d you do!?

Brendon- I lOst my PhONE!

You- Brendon you have your phone.

Brendon- No! I SWEar I Lost it! Am I IN tRoUbLe?!

You- no, because you didn’t lose it.

Brendon- o

You- are you alright?

Brendon- I pUShed A GiRl off mE and sHe fEll. Hahaaaaaa. ShE wAsnt as PreTTy as u!

You- be nice. Don’t you dare get in any trouble down there! Please Brendon I’m begging you, go back to the hotel.

Brendon- OMG GUESSS WHAAAT!

You- what..

Bruno- IM BrEndon uRiE!!!!

You- I know.

Brendon- I’m SAaad

You- why? Because I’m not there?

Brendon- nooo! I MiSs the FriDge.

You- oh..okay

Brendon- I LikE foOd.

You- I know

Brendon- DALLON iS DraGGing mE 2 THe caR. He Is mEasing Up my hair!

You- good. Tell him I said to kick your ass as well.

Brendon- BuT baAABe! THe FridGe oNly my SidE ChiCk! U R my CinnamOn APplE!

You- oh okay Brendon, I love you.

Brendon- MY fUckin CinnaMOn ApPLe!’

You- yes Brendon. stay safe, let me know when you get to the hotel.

Brendon- OkAy!

You- I love you

Brendon- I LUv u 2!

You- bye baby.

Brendon- bye!

Brendon- WAIT!!!!’

You- what….?

Brendon- I’m StiLl bRenDon UrIe

You- bye Brendon.

Brendon- haha U r Jelly toast!

You- shut up, that makes no sense.

Brendon- JelLY DonUt?!

You- no Brendon.

Brendon- nOw I WanT A DoNuT

You- I’m sure you’ll get one soon. Bye Brendon. Love you.

Brendon- I lOVe DonUts 2.

Brendon- *YOu

Nobody But You

Originally posted by marilynmay

Summary: The reader and Dean have their first fight.
Word Count: 2205
Warnings: Language. Thoughts of light violence. Mean things are said. 

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Somewhere between Dean’s birthday and Valentine’s Day, you had the rare occasion to get out of the station right at eight when your shift was supposed to end.

“This never happens,” Ethan beamed. “I can go home to Amy, sleep with her for a bit before she goes in for her shift.”

“And I can meet my boyfriend at his job with coffee. Yikes, is that creepy?”

Ethan chuckled. “I’d venture to say he’ll be pretty damn happy to see you, kid.”

You smiled as you climbed into your truck, waving at Ethan. Before you pulled away from the station, you decided you’d better let Dean know you were coming so he didn’t bring his own coffee.

Morning, Sparky. Guess who got out of the station on time?! Bringing you coffee, see you at the shop.

Sounds great, pretty girl. Can’t wait to see you.

With a big grin, you started up your truck and headed into traffic.

***

You got to the shop just as Caitlin was unlocking the front door of the lobby. Her eye roll was not nearly as subtle as she may have thought. You decided you weren’t going to let anything ruin your day, though, and greeted her with a friendly hello.

“Brought Dean some coffee, and some donuts for you and the boys,” you informed her.

“I try not to do carbs or sugar,” she replied flatly.

You shrugged. “No big deal. Just thought I’d offer. Is Dean back there yet?”

“I think he just pulled in.”

“Great. Thanks, Caitlin.” You send her a big, fake smile as you headed for the door that separated the lobby from the garage.

“Wait!” she called after you. “Listen, you really can’t go back there without an escort. Liabilities and all that. I’ll call Dean up for you.”

You decided the argument wasn’t worth it, and waited patiently while she paged Dean to come up for you. You couldn’t see him, and decided maybe he wasn’t there yet, after all.

“You know,” Caitlin said while you waited, leaning back in her chair and taking a nail file to her long fingernails. “I’m glad you came in today. I’ve been meaning to talk to you. I mean, I tried to get Dean to talk to you about it, but he didn’t think you needed to know.”

“Know what?” you sighed, exhausted with her jealousy.

“That we dated.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “You two didn’t date, Caitlin. You went out a couple of times and had one disastrous dinner at his mother’s house. Do you really think Dean doesn’t tell me things?”

She looked up at you, and if looks could kill, someone would have call the ambulance for you. Setting down the nail file, she leaned forward on the counter and said in low voice, “Did he tell you that we slept together?”

You saw red and seriously considered climbing over the counter to beat the shit out of her. To hell with killing her with kindness, you just wanted to kill her. Fortunately, Benny appeared from the back to escort you through the garage.

“Oh, and Caitlin, she’s good. You can just send her back, in the future.”

Caitlin sat back down, shit-eating grin on her face. “Sure, Benny. I’ll remember that.”

You tried to rein in your anger as you grabbed for Dean’s coffee and shoved the box of donuts in Benny’s direction. “Here. These are for you guys. Little Miss Thing out there tries to stay away from sugar and carbs.”

Benny laughed at your mocking tone. “She got to you a little today, huh?”

“I’d punch her if I wasn’t in uniform.”

“That bad, wow. What’d she say?”

“I was in a really good mood when I came here. Got off early enough to pick up coffee and donuts for my boyfriend, and that bitch has to remind me not only that Dean considered pursuing a relationship with her, but then she went and pushed it by telling me they slept together.” You rolled your eyes and huffed. “Whatever. Pretty sure Dean would have told me about that.” Benny said nothing, just took a too-big-bite of a chocolate long john. You squinted your eyes at him. “Right, Benny? That’s not really a piece of information my boyfriend who is in love with me would hide from me. Right?”

Benny swallowed down the well-chewed bite and pulled you off to the side. “Listen, Y/N. I like you. I know that Dean loves you – I’ve never seen him this crazy about anyone. Period.”

That answered your question, indirectly. Decided you were not going to cry in front of Benny, you nodded and asked Benny if it would be all right if you left through the back door.

“Not that that won’t tip Caitlin off that she got to me, but I don’t think I could face her right now. Tell Dean I came by and I’ll call him later, okay?”

“Sure,” Benny said, giving you an empathetic smile. “Thanks for breakfast.”

“You’re welcome,” you said, mustering as much of a smile as you could before letting yourself out of the garage.

Of course, you couldn’t get out of there without some type of altercation. Since you couldn’t very well give Caitlin the piece of your mind – or your fists – that you wanted, your boyfriend ended up the target of your hurt and confusion.

“Pretty girl,” he smiled, climbing out of his truck. “Sorry I wasn’t here when you got here. Wanted to get you these.”

He handed over a pretty bouquet of lipstick roses. You took them with a quiet thank-you, and apologized you couldn’t stay long.

“Hey, hey,” Dean said, grabbing your hand as you tried to walk away. “Are you crying?”

You shrugged. “No. You’re crying.”

He sighed and took the flowers back from you, setting them on the side of the truck bed and taking both of your hands in his. “Come on. Tell me what’s wrong.”

You sighed, pulling your hands from his. “Caitlin just got to me, that’s all. It’ll be fine, but I need to go home and sleep it off.”

“What did she say?”

“That you slept with her,” you snapped. “I wasn’t going to believe her, but when I mentioned it to Benny, he avoided answering me if it was true or not. Do you know how stupid I feel right now? And Caitlin, she knew that you hadn’t told me. Said she tried to get you to tell me, but you didn’t think I needed to know. Really, Dean? You love me and we want this forever, but there are things I don’t need to know?”

Dean looked at the ground, running a hand through his hair. “You’re right, I should have told you.”

“A lot of good that does me now,” you scoffed, throwing your arms out. “I’m telling you right now, she’s sitting in there thinking she’s got a leg up on your girlfriend. I look like a fucking idiot right now! And Benny – he probably thinks I’m just as ridiculous.”

“What was I supposed to do, Y/N?” Dean argued back. “Yeah, I took this girl home to my mother, but on one of our two dates before that, we got wasted and I slept with her? That makes me sound like an idiot. If you could have seen the way you looked at me when we talked about the few times I went out with her – there’s no way I could stood to have seen more disappointment on your face than that.”

You just shook your head. “Yeah, well, what about now? How’s that working out for you? Oh, well, since you’ve already gone there, maybe you and Caitlin can, you know, work off the stress in the office or bathroom or something.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Dean snorted. “I can’t believe you just said that! It’s unfair, for one, but shit. This is a side to you I certainly haven’t seen before. Not sure I really like it.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t really like have important facts omitted, regardless of how hard it is to talk about it, so I guess that makes us pretty even.” You took a deep breath and let out a groan. “Look, I shouldn’t have said what I said. You’re right. It was unfair. I’m tired, I’m hurt and confused – I don’t even know. I’m going home to sleep. I’ll call you later.”

“We’ll see if I answer,” Dean grumbled before heading into the garage.

You threw your head back in frustration, going so far as to stomp your foot. That had gotten way out of control, and you hadn’t even made it down to the next traffic light before the tears started.

***
It was easier to fall asleep when you got home than you thought it would be. You put your phone on silent, let The Office, play on Netflix, and fell asleep in less than twenty minutes after settling down. It was an uneasy sleep though. Your brain either re-played the terrible things you’d said to Dean, or showed you images of him with Caitlin.

You woke up in the late afternoon, finally tired of fighting those dreams. You showered and dressed casually but not scrubby, applied a bit of make-up, went out to pick up a six-pack of beer and a pizza, and headed over to Dean’s house. You wondered if it wasn’t a good idea to just show up, but since you had no missed calls or messages from him after you slept, you decided you weren’t going to give him the chance to tell you not to come.

The dream of Dean and Caitlin together, well, you really could have done without that one. Watching yourself be such a bitch to him over and over again, though – well, you could have lived without that dream, but it did you good. You cringed, thinking about implying that he would go to Caitlin to relieve the stress of your fight. To say it was unfair was a huge understatement.

Taking a big breath and trying not to cry nervous tears, you got out of your truck and made way for Dean’s front porch. Part of you hoped he wasn’t home, but the larger part of you hoped that he had it in him to forgive you. Working up some bravery, you rang the doorbell and held your breath.

Dean answered the door with reluctance. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you said back with a nod. “Can we talk?”

He considered you for a moment. “I guess. Come on in.”

You walked into the house and headed straight for the kitchen, putting pizza in the oven to keep warm and the beer in the fridge to keep cold, with the correct assumption that the two of you wouldn’t be eating right away.

“I was wrong,” you blurted out. “The things I said – I should have just talked to you about it. And I understand why you wouldn’t have wanted to tell me that you two – okay, honestly, I can’t even say it, and I don’t want to repeat it, anyway. It conjures up these images in my head … anyway. I could have been more understanding when the subject of you two going out came up in the first place, and I definitely could have handled today’s information better. Besides, it’s in the past. How can I hold what happened in your past against you when you were more than understanding about the whole Shane thing? I’m sorry, Dean. So sorry.”

He nodded. “So you’ve come to beg forgiveness with pizza and beer?”

“Well,” you shrugged, “and a pretty good apology. I thought it was good, anyway.”

Dean let out a deep breath. “You know, I wasn’t completely understanding of the Shane thing. When I found out how far it’d gone, I walked out on you. At least you had the decency to yell at me and not just walk away.”

You felt a little more relieved. “So do you forgive me?”

Dean walked forward and put one hand on your hip, using the other to push your hair behind your ear. “I forgive you. And I’m very sorry that I didn’t tell you the whole truth about Caitlin. It really was an unplanned, drunk thing, and it only happened once. I haven’t touched her since that night at my mom’s, and that was just holding hands. I don’t think I even kissed her since then.”

You wrinkled your nose, then quickly straightened your face. “Sorry, bad reaction.”

“It’s okay,” Dean chuckled. “You’re entitled, I think.”

“Are we okay?”

“We’re okay,” Dean assured with a soft smile. To show you things were okay, he leaned down and kissed you. “Look at us, we got through our first fight!”

“And it only took about nine hours,” you added with a cheesy smile. “You know, I only got so upset because I can’t stand the thought of either of us being with someone else.”

“Of course not, pretty girl. It’s because we belong together. For me, there’s nobody but you.”

You nodded, closing your eyes when Dean leaned forward to lean his forehead on yours. “Me, too. Nobody but you.”

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rminute  asked:

church nonstop playing You Are My Sunshine after he couldn't save caboose and no one complaining because caboose brightened up everyone's day as much as no one would admit it

m a TT NO

Warning: Death, blood

i kinda made this a mostly flashback thing??? idk

also au where church is a human on chorus and not epsilon 

i present to you BLUE EYES

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As usual, Jiho’s and Kyung’s fights consist of 50% insulting each other and 50 remaining percent terrified eyes. When things get heated, voices lowered and tension building, that’s when shit hits the fan. Usually.

“I swear in the name of raspberry jam donuts, if you don’t shut the fuck up right now, I’m gonna shove my dick so far up your throat you won’t be able to speak for a full week!” Jiho screeches out in anger, hands lingering on his zipper threateningly.

Kyung looks at Jiho’s face, the front of his pants and then the ground and Jiho can only see his ears burning bright red.

“..But I’d like that.”

AU Ideas
  • -You're super queer, but have have homophobic parents, so naturally you take it out on me, the leader of our school's GSA. Unfortunately, the zombie apocalypse starts while we're staying after school to talk to a counselor about you beating me up for like the fifth time, you asshole. Looks like we have to put aside our differences and survive this mess? And oh no you're actually cute when you aren't trying to drown me in a toilet.
  • -I came home in the middle of the night to see you holding half my silverware, and you just hissed and jumped out my window? I confront you the next morning, but you're actually some kind of were-dragon and it's for your hoard. I let you keep it, but the next full moon, I stay up to see you as a dragon because that sounds awesome. But then you just kind of grab me and dump me in your hoard which I guess makes me your treasure. I'm honored, really, but this is going to be really awkward when you're back to normal.
  • -I'm a siren, but I talk through sign language so people don't fall in love with me all the time. You learned sign language just to talk to me, so we become friends. And I may or may not sing in front of you just to learn your deepest desire, and holy crap it's me?!
  • -I was going to have my new best friends over for a sleepover, but it turns out they ditched me to hang out with someone I hate, and now I'm heartbroken with two tons of food I don't need. You're my neighbor, and you hear me crying so you check on me, only to find me violently sobbing while shoving eight mini donuts in my mouth at once.
  • -I saw you at the beach while on vacation, and because you're really freaking hot, I've been dreaming up a fake relationship with you all summer. And oh shit-you're new to my school, and not at all how I imagined. Can't you follow the mental script I have of all of our conversations?
  • -We're on a date at a fair, and because I suck at carnival games but want to win you a cute gift, I resort to cheating. At the end of our date, the workers figure out what's going on, and whoops, there's an angry mob chasing after us but it's okay because I get to hold your hand.
  • -We're roommates, and I just walked in on you with a guy tied to a chair. Is that a kinky thing? Oh no, you're actually after the man who killed your parents, and now I've been pulled into the investigation.
  • -I work at a pet store and play with the puppies there everyday, and my favorite is missing. Nobody bought him, and you're walking out the door very very quickly. I catch up to you and ask what the heck you think you're doing, and you just take off you're jacket to reveal my puppy. Because you look pretty upset (and definitely not because you're hot) I decide that we can have co-ownership of the dog. And I'm sure as hell not paying, so I guess we just stole a puppy.

anonymous asked:

blurb request!!: harry has a huge exam and is studying a ton and there's even a crease in his forehead because he's frowning so much and he's worried because he needs to up his grade and gets all stressed out and y/n is just being cuddly and sweet with him and maybe like sucks his dick or something to make him feel better

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