WELL THEN I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON ME!!!!!!!

I think the thing that really, really got me about the no man’s land scene in Wonder Woman?

Is that it didn’t gloss over the “WW1 was awful, just, so so terrible” thing. And, like the million grimdark movies we’ve already seen, it’s all grey and grimy and awful and human suffering everywhere you look, and like every grimdark movie we’ve ever seen people are saying “look we can’t change this this is just how it is there’s nothing we can do everything sucks that’s just how it is”

And then, because Diana is Diana, she stops, and says “NO. No, I can do something, or at least I must try. And none of you can stop me.”

And she goes up and over the bank and into no-man’s land, in the iconic costume for the first time, red and blue and gold against the grey, and flips that goddamn overused ‘grimdark world sucks everything is futile life is pain there is no hope’ trope right on it’s goddamn head.

I didn’t know how desperately I needed to see that somewhere, and seeing my absolutely beloved childhood icon do it…well, I’m still a little choked up about it, the next day.

Ex-Friends [Part 3]

Pairing: Peter X Reader
Warnings: Language
A/N: Thanks again for all the love on this series, I’m so glad to see that you guys have been liking it! 

Part One Part Two

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Peter POV:

“Dude! You kissed her?!” Ned whisper-shouted, causing Peter to shoot him a glare.

“Yeah Ned, just announce it to the whole school, great idea,” he muttered, shoving a book in his locker.

“Come on man, no one’s around right now. But are you stupid?”

Peter sighed, looking at his friend. “I don’t know. Probably.”

“God, Peter,” Ned sighed, leaning against the lockers and shaking his head, “You’re digging yourself into such a deep hole.”

“I know,” he groaned, shutting his locker, “I can’t help it, Ned! She won’t talk to me as Peter, but she will as Spider-Man. Maybe, I don’t know, maybe I can convince her to talk to me - uh, Peter me, and-”

“Now you’re just confusing me,” Ned said flatly, the both of them heading toward their first period, “Listen, you need to tell her, like, ASAP. She’s already getting freaked out at all the staring you’re doing.”

Peter winced, remembering when Ned told him she basically went off on him about the staring. “I don’t mean to creep her out, I just, I miss her, man.”

“Which is why you need to tell her.”

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Owl post - Part 2

Part 1


Harry shifts uncomfortably from one foot to the other, while looking at a dumbfounded Malfoy. Maybe he should have thought this whole thing through first. He apparated over here without even thinking of how he would explain to Malfoy what he’s doing here, how he even knows where Malfoy lives. There’s no way he can tell him he followed his owl one day, not being able to contain his curiosity any longer. It’s a wonder Malfoy didn’t spot him on his broom that day.

“Potter,” Malfoy simply says.

“Um,” Harry begins, “you’re probably wondering what I’m doing here.”

The sound of Harry’s voice seems to shake Malfoy out of his trance. His whole body tenses and his eyes narrow.

“How did you find me?”

Harry smiles awkwardly and scratches the back of his neck.

“Well, that’s a funny story, actually,” Harry laughs nervously. “Do you think I could tell you over a cup of tea?”

“This is just like you,” Malfoy growls, “inviting yourself in like that. Does it ever occur to you, oh mighty Saviour, that other people have lives of their own and don’t answer at your beck and call?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Harry snorts, “am I keeping you from staring at your wall all day?”

Harry inwardly flinches. He didn’t mean to say that. His mind just snapped. Like it used to, whenever Malfoy was around. Maybe he will have to change tactics and just try to be… charming? But how does one do that exactly?

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Heathen

“Harry Potter you absolute heathen.”

“What?” Harry looked at Draco innocently over the brim of his tea cup. After weeks of subtly trying to get his attention one of Harry’s methods had finally worked. If there was one thing Draco Malfoy could not handle it was people with no manners.

“Tea and coffee in the same cup? While it’s neither coffee nor tea time? Where you raised by wolves?” Harry opened his mouth. Remus and Sirius might be more guiding than raising him but…

“On second thought don’t answer that.” Draco had seen the error in his ways and was starting to notice the growing number of students staring at the pair of them. After returning to Hogwarts for his eighth year his main goal had been keeping a low profile and he cursed himself for talking to Harry.

He should have walked straight past him, should have continued to ignore the man as he’d done for the past months. But tea and coffee? Mixed? Together?

Draco’s systems could not cope with such barbarian behaviour taking place in his direct vicinity.

“How are you supposed to drink it then?” Oh that fake innocent smile on Harry’s face would be the death of him. He just knew Harry was coaxing, teasing, no bullying him into starting a conversation. And Draco could only bite his bottom lip so long until he had to answer.

He hadn’t bantered with Harry or anyone else in ages. The few words they’d exchanged so far had felt like finally coming up for air after spending too much time underwater. His ears popped open and his lungs were filled with clean and refreshing air. His heart fluttered and his stomach was suddenly populated by a large number of butterflies.

Harry took another sip of his devilish drink. By the looks of it he actually found it to be quite tasty.

“With me on a date at three o'clock in Hogsmeade next saturday. In separate cups you bloody moron.” Draco walked out of the great hall accompanied by the sound of Harry choking of his tea and coffee mixture.

Harry was definitely a heathen.

But he was bloody well going to be Draco’s heathen.


This was  inspired by Nardole From Doctor Who who served the doctor tea with coffee to “give it some extra flavour”.

Hope you enjoyed it, I wrote this to make up for all my eurovision spam. Am I forgiven? 

Btw I just tried tea and coffee together and it’s really not all that terrible I promise

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Choke Me (M)

Jackson Wang + daddy kink + choking

drabble;  860 words

Requested by Anons and @cactusplanter from my drabble game.

Dedicated to my lovely mutual @babyboychoi <3 I hope you feel better soon!

Originally posted by jiaerrs

“Choke me with your cock, Daddy.”

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how the 2x20 sneak peek continued in my head…

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“I’ll close the rift. But not because of you or the Shadowhunters. Because it’ll save lives.” Magnus shut the door and Alec stood there, stunned for a second. An uncomfortable feeling sat in his stomach and he wanted everything to just go back to the way it was. He wanted to be greeted with warm eyes and a glinting smile. But those days were gone, he reminded himself.

Alec closed his eyes and took in a deep breath before turning away from Magnus’ door. Every footstep further away from the loft felt like a dozen new splinters in Alec’s chest and he stopped. He couldn’t go on like this. He couldn’t keep ignoring what was happening between them.

Hastily, Alec turned back around and the few strides back to Magnus’ door. He knocked again, frantically this time, and Magnus could sense that the boy was back as Alexander, not the Head of the Institute.

“Magnus!” Alec called when the man didn’t open the door. On the other side, Magnus slumped into his chair and began pouring a drink.

“What?” he asked and he hoped he didn’t sound too eager.

Alec flinched at his harsh tone and sighed. “Please, open the door!” Clenching his jaw, Magnus snapped his fingers and let the door swing open. Alec stood there, at the threshold, almost scared to walk in. Magnus gestured a lazy hand and Alec took a step in. He was immediately conscious of himself and the way he stood. He tried to relax his posture but he only tensed up more. He eyed Magnus with a sort of desperation, the glass he was holding was almost full to the brim with whiskey. Alec’s heart clenched at the thought of Magnus drinking the whole thing.

“I’m sorry,” Alec said and Magnus rolled his eyes, looking displeased and letting out a long sigh.

“If that’s all you came here for-”

“Magnus, please. You can’t just leave like that. Just… talk to me.” Magnus finally made eye contact with Alec and noticed the pleading in his eyes.

“I’m done talking, Alec.” He said it with a hint of finality in his voice and the sound of ‘Alec’ stung. Magnus hadn’t called him that in a long time.

“I never meant to hurt you,” said Alec, squeezing his fingers behind his back. He thought that maybe if he squeezed harder, it would hurt more than his heart.

“It’s too late for that.” Magnus took a long swig of his drink and Alec’s breathing quickened. This couldn’t end like this. It couldn’t end at all.

“I can’t not be with you.” He was sounding downright desperate at this point and Magnus noticed. All he wanted was to open his arms, let down his walls again, but he knew he couldn’t.

“Well, you should have thought of that before.”

“Before what?” Alec asked, eyebrows knotting together. “Before I lied? Or before I fell in love with you?” He swallowed, watching Magnus’ every move for even a glimpse that he would take him back. “You are the only one I have ever loved… in my entire life.” His voice was choking up and he was on the brink of tears.

Magnus placed his glass down with a thud, drops of his drink splashing onto the side table. He stood up slowly and took a step forward. Instinctively, Alec froze. Magnus stopped in front him, barely three feet apart, and dropped his arms to his sides.

“23 years…” he said with a bitter smile, barely louder than a whisper. “You are the only one I have loved in 136.” He was quiet but he was harsh and Alec felt a shiver down his spine. Magnus felt like a fragile piece of glass and spoke almost as though saying those words too loudly would shatter him. “Don’t act like I’m not hurting as well.”

Alec took a step forward. “Then-”

“Don’t,” he replied, taking a step back.

“Magn-”

“Alec, don’t.” Alec flinched again.

“I’m in love with you… I can’t ever forget that.” Magnus felt his heart skip a beat but only shrugged. He knew this would hurt less in the long run.

Alec looked at him with a sort of hopelessness. But there was a yearning behind those hazel eyes and Magnus couldn’t look away. “I’m sorry,” he managed to choke out and Magnus watched as Alec’s heart broke all over again.


tHIS WAS SUPPOSED TO END IN FLUFF BUT IT DIDN’T OOPS SORRY

i hope you enjoyed, let me know what you think! if you have any prompts or scenarios for me, please head over to my ask box.

in the meantime, more details from their tokyo date.

Problematic Crushes

Summary: The Flash rescues you and creates some unnecessary problems within your love life.

It felt like nearly everyone knew of Barry’s secret identity. So the fact that he had managed to keep that from you still was nearly unbelievable.

But, in a way, Barry almost always preferred it. This way he was able to spend time with you without letting Flash business get in the way. Almost like as soon as he saw you all the troubles he encountered that day faded away and he was free.

But that also had his drawbacks since it was like he was hiding a part of his life from you and you weren’t oblivious to this fact. He wasn’t a great liar and you weren’t stupid. But you also weren’t one to pry. He’d tell you or you’d confront him eventually. Lucky for him, that time hasn’t come yet.

But Barry has proven time and time again that he’s no good with keeping secrets.


Cisco’s name popped up on Barry’s phone and he nearly ignored it since he was already so behind with his paperwork and Cisco was probably just bored and wanted to talk to someone. At the last second he decided to against himself and reached to answer his phone.

“Hey Cisco,” Barry sighed, now splitting his attention between the boy on the phone and some crime scene write ups.

“Barry!” Cisco exclaimed. “Where are you? I’ve called you twice already. Never mind that,” Cisco sighed annoyingly. “There’s some type of hold up at the office Y/n works at. No more information is known at this point since they’re keeping the whole building on lock down until their demands are met.”

At the very mention of your name, Barry ran off and quickly dressed in his suit while he talked with Cisco on his earpiece instead.

“Are they metas or just regular criminals?” Barry asked, not really bothering to wait for an answer and he sped to the familiar office building.

“Don’t know,” Cisco replied. “Just figured you’d want to know that she was in trouble either way. Metas or no metas. News says there are reports of hostages.”

Barry silently agreed as he cautiously passed the police brigade and ran right into the lion’s den.

Thankfully, it was regular everyday criminals and wouldn’t take Barry too long to fix this situation.

There were about six men, all wearing military camouflage in combination with their rifles. Barry would be scared if he couldn’t stop a speeding bullet but thankfully he could.

At first the perpetrators didn’t notice him as they were too busy raiding cash registers and breaking into anything else that looked like it contained something valuable. There was no obvious hostages, meaning no one was lying on the floor with guns pointing at them but he also didn’t doubt that there were hidden in another room. He just prayed that you were alright.

Quickly, he took down the three men in the room before they were to notice him. Step one, complete. Step two was to try and free the hostages Cisco told him about. And step two is where many more things could go wrong.

The next room was clear, leading Barry into a much bigger office space. Countless cubicles filled the room while the three other men patrolled the hostages.

This time, they noticed him and were quick to aim other guns.

Shots were fired but Barry dodged them all with a smug grin on his face. “Gonna have to try harder than a few measly bullets to stop me.”

One man whispered something into the other’s ear with a smile on his face as they took action. “If bullets can’t stop you then maybe this can.” Without a second thought he pointed the gun at the hostages. Barry’s eyes fell on you and he instantly took off running. He caught the twelve bullets that were unleashed and his hands stung slightly at the pain. But that sting was nothing compared to the fear he felt over the possibility of losing you.

Screw the money, they could take that. Right now he had to rescue the innocent people that just happened to get caught up in this mess. There were only five hostages but there was no way he could transport them all at once.

And, just his luck, you were one of the hostages.

He automatically reached for you first but you shook your head. “No,” your voice quivered as rejected his request to save you first. “Help them first. Natasha’s hurt, I can wait, Flash.”

Barry debated this for a second but he knew how stubborn you could be and he didn’t have any time to waste.

Finally the other four hostages were safe in police care. “Are you okay?” He automatically asked once you were outside the building. The police instantly charged in the building to take back control and capture the perpetrators.

You were obviously shaken at the near death experience but you wouldn’t let The Flash know that. “I’m okay…”

Barry instantly took you into his arms and gave you the tightest hug imaginable. And that’s when you broke.

Central City was supposed to be a safe place with The Flash and he usually proved that to be true but it seemed like today was a very close call. As soon as those shots rang, you were sure that was the end of it. Sobs racked through your body as you buried your head into his neck. “Thank you.”

“It’s okay,” Barry whispered, rubbing your back in an attempt to calm you down and he refused to let go of you till you’ve substantially calmed down. “I’ve got you. You’re alright.” He cooed in your ear. Finally when your breathing eventually evened out he pulled back slightly, only enough so he could get a good look at your face. When he glimpsed the tears staining your cheeks, he was quick to wipe them away. “You’re okay.”

Instinctively, he pressed his lips to yours in a quick, reassuring kiss before he bolted away to his next task.


And these incidents seemed to occur much more frequently after this little encounter.

A bank robbery, you just happened to be there. A meta causing a ruckus in the park, there you were. You just happened to be on the train ride that a meta decided to hijack.

Maybe this was all a coincidence and Barry was just over analyzing things but it seemed to him like you were suddenly throwing yourself in harm’s way and Barry had to get to the bottom of why.

Just as he decided to investigate, his phone went off.

A text from you: We need to talk…


“Hi, Bare,” You smiled, setting your purse down on the coffee table while you shrugged off your coat.

Barry’s palms were sweating as he noticed how relaxed you were. Didn’t ’We need to talk…’ mean ’I’m actually going to break up with you’?

“It’s freezing cold for November. Should'a worn a scarf and hat like you suggested this s'mornin.”

“I thought we had to talk about something.” Barry finally sputtered out, fearing the worst. He couldn’t stand anymore small talk if things were about to end here.

You sighed. “Yeah, I guess we do have to talk. I don’t even know where to start.” An awkward laugh escaped you as you picked at your chipping nail polish. “I assume you’ve noticed that I’ve been acting a bit off this past week?”

He nodded. Ever since the attack on your work, he’d noticed things were different. At first he assumed that you had discovered he was the Flash and you were pulling away due to that. He didn’t know what else it could have been. Everything seemed to be perfect up until that day. Eventually he just decided that you were dealing with the aftershocks of the attack but you would eventually come to terms with that and things would return to normal.

“I don’t know where to start,” you repeated, running through the events that led you to this exact moment. “I can’t lie to you, and I don’t want to either which is why I’m telling you this now. Remember how I told you all about the attack on my work and how the Flash saved us all?”

Barry nodded, suddenly unsure as to how this related considering how the direction of this conversation was surely headed to the whole ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ spiel.

“Well,” You awkwardly fidgeted with your fingers while you avoided looking at him. “After the others were safe, Flash ran me to safety and, for some reason, he wanted to make sure I was okay. I don’t know if he did it with the other hostages or if it was just me, but that isn’t really important now.”

Barry stayed silent. He knew he had screwed up that day but he was so worried that he wasn’t in the right mindset to begin with, knowing you were a part of that situation. He was thrown off and now he was going to have to face the consequences.

“Long story short, he ended up kissing me. And… and Bare I feel so awful.” Wiping tears off your cheeks, you finally met his gaze and Barry felt his stomach twist at how torn up you were and how he was the cause of this. “I don’t know if you’d consider this cheating since, y'know, everyone has a different definition of it but I do. I totally view that as cheating and maybe I wouldn’t if I had pushed him away or regretted it after. But instead I just wanted to see him again and ask him why. Why would he kiss me? And I wish I had told you sooner because you deserve to know but I didn’t want to actually admit that it happened but it’s the least I could do since you deserve to know.”

“Y/n,” Barry gulped, wrapping his hands around your clasped ones. He knew he had to come clean since he was the reason for this situation. “I would consider this cheating.”

Wrong thing to say. He thought he’d be clever and witty, trying to make the situation a bit lighter but he only mad it worse as a choked cry escaped your mouth. Barry pulled you into a hug, rubbing your back and humming quietly to soothe you, similarly to how he did that day.

“I would consider it cheating,” he repeated, “If it weren’t for the fact that it was me who kissed you out of fear that I could’ve possibly lost you that day. I kissed you in hopes to soothe you as well as to satisfy my constant need to kiss you whenever I see you.”

As your cries quieted, Barry pulled back slightly to wipe your face. “Wha…?” It was clear what he was insinuating but he couldn’t possibly be telling the truth.

“It’s not cheating if you kissed me. I’m the Flash, baby.”

Quiet (M)

Jungkook needs to learn to control himself

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A/N: I wrote this in like an hour sorry if it’s not the best

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1345

Content/Warning: Smut this is all smut nothing but smut, sub!jungkook, switch!jungkook, public foreplay


Jungkook places his hand on top of yours and leans in to whisper, “Babe, stop it.”

“Stop what?” You ask innocently, pressing your hand harder into his crotch.

Jungkook let’s out a squeak only you can hear.

“Y/N, has Jungkook told you about all the research he’s contributed to our company? Because of him, our brand is doing better than ever.” Jungkook’s CEO and coworkers look at you, awaiting your response.

“Oh yes, I’m very proud of him. When we first met, I had no idea how much of a genius he really is.” You let out a small laugh and give your husband’s hardening dick a squeeze.

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Jealous

Lena wasn’t jealous. No, nope, not at all. Luthors didn’t stoop so low as being jealous. People were jealous of Luthors, not the other way around.

…Okay so maybe Lena was a little jealous.

It’s just that Kara and Jess were suddenly such close friends. Not that Lena was opposed to that! Kara was allowed to have friends, Lena didn’t own her. It’s just… Lena was pretty sure that they were more than just friends.

They went out to lunch and dinner together, movies and other things. They had a regularly scheduled thing every Saturday and, well, Lena had more than just a little crush on Kara. And maybe it hurt a little that she lost Kara to her secretary (not that Kara was something to be won and Jess was a great woman).

But Lena was a good sport, she wasn’t going to sabotage Kara’s love life. Maybe she had Jess work over time more than normal, but Lena always made sure that if she knew Jess and Kara had plans, she’d let Jess go. She’d keep her jealousy and envy under wraps for Kara and Jess. Besides, Jess definitely had more free time than a CEO and Kara deserved someone who could actually spend time with her.

“Do you want to watch that movie you’ve been talking about tomorrow night? Power Rangers?” Lena asked when Kara had stopped by for lunch and Jess had been conveniently away.

(No, really. It was for a very important matter. Lena needed her dry cleaning picked up for that night’s gala. Jess had actually volunteered.)

“Oh, I already watched it with Jess last weekend, but I’ll watch it again if you want!” Kara answered cheerily before shoving another potsticker in her mouth.

Oh.

“Oh, never mind then, it makes sense that you watched it already with your girlfriend,” Lena said none too nicely.

So maybe she really wasn’t keeping her feelings about Kara’s new relationship under wraps very well after all.

Kara sputtered and nearly choked. “G- girlfriend?”

“Jess? My secretary?” Lena plastered a sweet-looking (she hoped) smile on her face. “You two look very happy together.”

“You think Jess and I are dating?”

“…Are you not?” Lena asked hesitantly. Had she been wrong?

“Of course not! We’re just both part of this club for secretaries of high-powered CEOs!”

Oh. Lena felt really dumb.

“Besides, I like someone else and Jess was helping me with it,” Kara continued.

If not Jess, then someone else. Of course Kara liked someone else. Kara was wonderful and happy and bright and -

“Would you maybe like to go on a date with me?” Kara asked, pulling Lena out of her internal downward spiral. She was holding out a book opened to the cover page, one of Lena’s favorites, with a pressed plumeria as a bookmark and the author’s signature right under the title.

Lena just nodded dumbly.

“Ready to Run” (cinco)

Summary: (Modern-Day AU) In which five youngsters come to know how important it is to live your life to the fullest, leave an imprint of every single moment you’ve lived on your heart, because you’re given the chance to live only once. [Movie AU]

Word Count: 4788 (whew)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (female)

Warnings: so much drama 

Author’s Note: *evil laughter*

s/o to my wife, Yvy (@minervaem) for editing this for me

also, i want to dedicate this part to Carolina (@sanjariti) bc she’s been waiting for the big reveal for so long ;)

“Ready to Run” Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

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Roadside Disputes

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Smoulder- Epilogue

Summary: Remember when this was a oneshot and it turned into a 160k fic which took almost a year to write? Lol *sobs because it’s over*

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Smoulder- Epilogue

“If you don’t stop twitching your leg, I’m going to break it.”

Adrien paused at Nathanael’s warning. A brief pause. A second’s pause.

He tried to contain himself. He really did.

A moment later, and completely subconsciously, he began to fiddle with his seat tray.

Nathanael groaned.

“Sorry, sorry,” Adrien apologised hurriedly, fully aware of just how irritating he was being. “I’m just nervous.”

Nathanael grinned at that.

“Really? Nervous?” he replied, tone as dry at the recycled plane air surrounding them. Quietly, he folded his own tray open, so that he had somewhere to sketch. “I had no idea banana-boy.”

“Don’t be mean tomato-head,” Adrien whined, flopping face-first onto the tiny plane window. “I’m trying my best to not be a pain.”

“Do or do not, there is no try.”

Eschewing his own internal dilemmas, Adrien shot up, a sunlit beam brightening his face.

“You quoted it!” he cried, throwing his arms around a reluctant Nathanael. “I knew you liked Star Wars! I knew it!”

“I never said I didn’t,” Nathanael responded coyly, tapping his pencil to Adrien’s nose before bringing it to his mini-sketchbook again. Overcome by curiosity, and a need for distraction, Adrien took a quick peak at what he was drawing. A fluffy tail. Some kind of wolf maybe? Or a fox? Maybe a cat? Adrien wasn’t sure from the angle he was staring. “I just didn’t have any interest in seeing it before being made to by my roommate. My roommate who is, inconceivably, nerdier than I am.”

“Did Louis know? I bet he would’ve had something to say. Or shriek. Louis shrieks a lot,” Adrien mused, scratching the back of his head as he was still restless. “Well if he doesn’t your secret’s safe with me. What happens in London stays in London.”

“True- and you know it’s never come up. The Star Wars thing,” Nathanael replied with a small smile, his eyes distant. It was a look Adrien had come to know well over the past year. He’d dubbed it Nathanael’s ‘dream face’.

Having realised the horrendous London rent prices were worse than that of Paris (how was that possible?) Adrien had quickly asked Nathanael move in with him and his friend had jumped at the chance. Adrien couldn’t blame him, he’d seen Nathanael’s old place. The mould on the wall had looked like a demented clown and it still gave him nightmares.

They’d been roommates the entire year.

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anonymous asked:

hi!! sorry it wouldnt let me send more asks haha. i'll tell you the rest of what happened, but i gotta be upfront and say that i cant provide you with real "PROOF" of what happened bc i'm really, really not comfortable with sharing the pic of us since the pic+the story 10000% outs me (even if it's just on the internet. i have irl friends here.) so enjoy the story, but i totally get if you don't publish it because there's not solid proof (not that it's insider-y or really has any info to it lmao)

so i spot them (not like it was difficult ha) and i was like holy shit my time has come. im finally getting my louis+starbucks moment in the sun. so after about 30 seconds of ??????? i bucked up and went over and i was like mega shy because IT’S SO AWKWARD APPROACHING A CELEB I HAD NO IDEA. like i mean i kinda assumed it would be, but i’ve literally never done it before so i had no idea just how bad it would be……. 

 4. but anyways i did the whole “omg louis, i love you, i love the band, kjdhfjsdh” thing and he was very sweet and had this big old grin on his face and was acting kind of silly idk how to explain it but he was just being very jokey i guess. and then idk what powers from above gave me the clarity of mind to do this, but right when it probably should’ve been time for me to just ask for a pic and walk away, i went for it. i feel like everyone always has their “one thing” 

 5. they wanna say to one of the guys and ever since mitam i have always, always, always said that if i ever met any of them i would say something about end of the day. so basically i just started rambling and i was more or less just like, “i just wanted to say thank you for end of the day. i dont know if you know this and i dont know what your intentions were with the song or whatever, but just thank you 

 6. because there’s a very large group of us that have kind of taken it to be a song about girls that love girls and it just really means a lot since it’s such a fun, positive song. so thank you.” and it obviously came out 98539485793485 times more awkward and jumbled than that but whatever. and he wasn’t like, “omg!!! you got it!! that’s what it’s about!!!” or anything at all like that, but he just got like…very?? soft and sweet. 

 he stopped grinning like he had been during our entire exchange. like that big cheesy fan grin he always does idk?? and instead he just had this very soft and sweet smile and he GAVE ME THE SOFTEST HUG IN THE ENTIRE WOLRD!!!! HE HUGGED ME!!!! HE INITIATED THE HUGGGGGG!!! and it was just a very soft hug im sorry iknow ive used that word like eighty times but it’s true!!!! and during the hug i kinda turned back into fan girl mush and i was like “thank you thank you thank youuuuu” 

and then he was like, “thank you, love,” and then oli took a pic of us haha. and after this two minute encounter i literally only have one thing to say: idk shit about larry or babygate or any of that bullshit. all i know is that louis tomlinson was incredibly sweet and kind and he is not the attention seeking asshole that people on my dash have been slowly making him out to be.

so yeah basically he was just sweet and kind. i really, really don’t want to be connected with this story (i got burned a while back by someone accidentally outing me on tumblr and it made for an awkward convo with the girl i kinda like…) but yes!!! it just is what it is :) i totally get it if you dont wanna publish, but it’s cool if you do. (and this is me praying to god im not in any pap pics. but oh well.) 

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Oh. My. God.  I know I’m going to have to call this a rumor, but this is the best story!!!  I hope it’s true. It sounds true and it sounds exactly like I would think something like this would happen :)

Thank you so much for sharing. Thank you!!  
 

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Cas x Reader

Requested by @im-a-little-thick

AN: I wasn’t overly sure what you meant by nesting so I hope this is what you meant :P


“Hello.” Castiel said and suddenly vanished as you walked into the room.

“Does he keep doing that to you guys as well?” You asked Sam and Dean who exchanged looks and shook their heads.

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Bruised and Battered: Epilogue

Dean Winchester x Reader

950 Words

Story Summary:

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

A/N: I had first expected this story to be a one shot, but it was meant to be much longer than that. Thank you to everyone who read, liked and commented on this story, I really appreciate it. 

6 months later

Laying against the headboard of the hotel bed, you sighed in contentment. Tossing the empty pie container on the night stand, you smiled over at Dean who had blueberry filling on his face.  “That was probably the best blueberry pie I’ve ever had.” He muttered, rubbing his stomach.

“Isn’t that what you said about the last one?” You chuckled, and he just shrugged his shoulders at you.

“What can I say? I love me some pie, and these last two stops have been amazing.” He answered, before groaning.

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All Yours

(A/N) So request fulfilling is not something I do very well. I’ll take them from time to time but I’m really bad with dead lines. I try but things always end up happening. Anyway, @thebadchic asked me to write this. Hope you like it!

Warnings: Cursing, smut, choking, jealousy
Word Count: At least two 
Summary: When Finn Balor finds Samoa Joe flirting with his girlfriend after her match, he takes it upon himself to make sure everyone in the locker room knows who she belongs to.

Tag list: @i-kneel-for-king-loki @straight-outta-the-asylum @ridingmoxley@paradoxical-opheliac @ambrosegirlforever @wrestlingnoob @m-a-t-91@livingthestrongstyle @lip-sync @princess3733 @nickysmum1909@ambrose-asylum-ft-mitch @shieldlovereve @jubaleelovehate@xstylesxclashx @the-geekgoddes @stardustmoonlightflower @lovelikelove @ashleycv88 @cesaros-smile @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @alexispoo

Master List Plug (yes, I know. It desperately needs updated)

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47 Minutes

All right. Here is my fic for Hannah’s Writing Challenge! @hanny-bananny

Pairing: Spencer x Reader

Quote: “If this is you, and you’re out there, come home. Please.”

*Edit made by @dontshootmespence*

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They say there is no greater pain in life, no greater loss one can feel, than that of a child. To lose a parent is eventual and inevitable. To lose a loved one is tragic, but tolerable. To lose a friend is heartbreaking, but the ability to move on is still there.

But not with a child.

Parents always presume their children will be the ones burying them, not the other way around. Children are brought into this world as a blank slate, a new face, a continuation of their parents’ legacy. And when that new fire of life is snuffed out far before its time, there’s no coming back from that. Marriages seldom stay together. Husbands and wives find themselves unable to be around each other. If they couldn’t even protect their child, what business did they have pretending they could still be happy together?

Forty-seven minutes. That’s how long it had been. For forty-seven minutes, you held her in your arms, feeling her skin growing colder, hearing her tiny heartbeat growing fainter, listening as her short breaths slowly faded away. For forty-seven minutes, you were the perfect family: you, your husband, your child. For forty-seven minutes, you’d been everything you’d ever wanted to be in life: a mother.

And when that forty-seven minutes was up, they took her away from you. They wrenched her from your arms, apologizing over and over again, saying that continuing to see her like that would only make things worse. What did they know? How dare they speak to you like they even knew? How dare they take your child away from you before you even had a chance to truly appreciate her beauty? You didn’t care that she had been gone almost from the moment she came out of you. You didn’t care about the psychological damage that could occur from continuing to hold her lifeless body in your arms. She was your daughter. And all you wanted was time with her. Because now she was gone forever. And you would never get that time back.

In the days following your return from the hospital, you had been like a ghost in your own house. Not eating. Not sleeping. Not engaging in conversation with your husband. Not even really existing. You were just…there. On the days when you actually found the strength to get out of bed, you wandered aimlessly from room to room, each one bringing more pain than the last.

First there was the living room, where you had sat nearly nine months ago, anxious but excited, as you waited for Spencer to come home from work, the positive pregnancy test in your hands. Or the kitchen, where your crazy food cravings refused to let you sleep, and you and Spencer had stayed up all night eating ice cream and coming up with the most ridiculous-sounding names for your little nugget (Makierity Sixty-Four was your personal favorite). Or your bedroom, where you had felt the baby kick for the first time, and Spencer had actually started crying as he proclaimed that he’d never been so happy in his entire life. Or the nursery, where the two of you had spent hours trying to put together the impossible-to-build crib only to have Morgan come by and assemble the damn thing in less than twenty minutes.

All of it, all of those beautiful memories, all of the good and the pure associated with those rooms, all of it was gone now.

But that wasn’t as heart-wrenching as the guilt that piled up in the pit of your stomach any time you looked into Spencer’s eyes. You had always hoped that your child would get his eyes. So bright and beautiful. They always had made you feel like you were the only person in a crowded room when he looked at you with them. They were gentle eyes full of love and compassion, both traits that Spencer had in abundance. You had always loved how they would soften when he would talk to the baby at night, filling its head with all kinds of wonderful stories and mind-blowing statistics. If he wasn’t careful, you would have another little genius on your hands.

But now, those eyes appeared lost and dazed. The hope in them had burned out. Now when you looked into them (something you found yourself doing less and less of as of late), you couldn’t help but feel that there was something else lurking behind the dark irises. Something past the pain and the heartache. And it was with this observation that you began to question: Does he blame me for what happened?

Now you knew Spencer would never say anything of the sort to you. After all, he’d been doing everything in his power to try to bring you out of your slump, even though you could tell it was taking everything in him not to fall apart completely. He’d had members of his team come by to try and cheer you up. JJ informed you that she, too, had suffered a miscarriage, and Hotch you knew had lost his wife to a serial killer. And while both of those were tragic in and of themselves, neither of them could truly understand the pain you experienced carrying someone inside of you for nine months only to lose them moments after bringing them into this world.

Forty-seven minutes. That’s all the protection you could provide her. Forty-seven fucking minutes.

He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve to be stuck in a house with someone who had taken away the one thing he wanted most. You knew early on that Spencer wanted to be a dad. You saw how much he loved and adored his godson Henry, and you wanted nothing more than the chance to give that to him. He deserved some bit of happiness to counteract with all the trauma he had endured in his life (you didn’t know all of it, but you knew enough to know that boy had suffered enough sadness to last him a lifetime).

But you couldn’t even do that. And that’s why you had to leave.

You waited until Spencer had left for work. He only recently started going back, and you were glad that he would have something to help distract him from everything that had been going on. Maybe with luck, he’d have a case which would permit him to be gone for a few days, giving you both time to clear your heads. Maybe when he came home and found you weren’t there, maybe you would both realize this was for the better. After all, why keep around someone who’s only going to cause you grief?

Leaving behind nothing but a hastily scribbled note stating that you were fine and that it would be in his best interest not to come looking for you, you set out. Where were you going? What was your plan? If you ever did plan to return, when would that be? All these were questions you hoped to answer while you were gone.

However, that was three days ago. And now you were currently sitting in a motel about twenty miles out of DC with no plans of where to go and what your endgame was. Your phone had been ringing so much that you finally turned the damn thing off, unable to listen to it anymore. Maybe thirty missed calls would give Spencer the hint that you didn’t want to talk to anyone. You just wanted to be alone. Alone to stew in your thoughts.

But after three days of drinking yourself nearly into a coma in this stuffy, ratty motel room, you couldn’t stand the isolation anymore. You needed to get out and go somewhere. Anywhere. Anyplace that had people. People who didn’t know you. People who would look at you with something other than sadness and pity. A place where you could start over and forget about the pain you had caused back home in Virginia.

As you loaded your bags into the back of the car and debated for a moment whether or not you should bother turning your phone back on, you heard a sudden beep coming from the glove box. There was only one thing in there that would be beeping like that, but there’s no way it was activated. You never gave that number out. There’s no way anyone would have called it…

You slowly reached over and opened the glove box, pulling out the old flip phone nestled underneath old receipts, insurance papers, and other random brochures you and Spencer had accumulated over the years. For the past few years, you had kept a separate phone in your car in case of emergencies only. You’d heard enough horror stories from Spencer about bad things happening to people stuck on the side of the road with a dead car battery and, even worse, a dead phone battery. Not wanting to ever find yourself in that situation, you always made sure to have your back up phone charged just in case the time called for it.

But you never gave the number out. You doubted Spencer even knew you had it. Not that you didn’t trust him, but you felt that the less people knew about it, the less chance there was of it ever going missing or being stolen. And yet, here it was, beeping up at you, flashing the message “1 New Voicemail.”

Probably just a wrong number, you thought to yourself. Someone calling looking for someone else. Or a telemarketer trying to sell me something. It’s nothing. I should just delete it.

But as your finger hovered over the ‘Delete’ button, curiosity got the best of you. Might as well see what this mystery caller wanted right? You’d had barely any human contact for the past three days. Might be nice to hear another voice.

However, as you hit the play button and brought the phone to your ear, your jaw instantly dropped and tears formed in your eyes as you heard your husband’s voice come through the speaker, sounding pained and choked with emotion.

“Y/N? I…I hope this is you. I had Garcia do some digging and she found this number registered in your name. Your maiden name. I take it you’ve had it for a while then. I figured it must be for emergencies or something, but that doesn’t matter right now. I just need you to hear me. I just need to tell you that…I miss you. I miss you so much. And also to tell you that…I understand why you left.

“I know everyone can say that they understand your pain and that they know what you’re going through, but they don’t. No one truly understands your pain like you do. Even I don’t, and I hate that I don’t. I saw the hurt in your eyes every time you looked at me. And I hated that I couldn’t take it away. I hated that you were in so much pain, and that I couldn’t fix it. Believe me, I wish that our lives had turned out the way we wanted. You, me, our daughter. One happy family.

“But maybe that wasn’t what our life was meant to be. I know it’s hard to hear it, sweetheart, but sometimes that’s how things go. What’s most important to know is that this wasn’t your fault. No part of this was your fault. And if that’s what you’re afraid of, I want to assure you that I don’t blame you, Y/N. I never blamed you, and I never will blame you. What you gave me was the most beautiful thing anyone could ever ask for. It may have been brief, but it was perfect. That moment…those few minutes with our daughter…they were perfect.

“And maybe one day we’ll get that moment back. Maybe one day we’ll get to try again. But even if we don’t, that’s okay too. Because if this whole situation has taught me anything, it’s that I don’t want to spend another minute of my life without you. All I really need to be truly happy is you. And though it may seem like this ache will never go away, I promise you it will. I promise that I will never stop loving you, and I promise that we can get through this. Together.

“Please, Y/N. If this is you and you’re out there, come home. Please. Come back home to me. I have nothing in my life if I don’t have you. I love you so much, and I want to help make this right. If you get this, if you’re listening…remember that I love you. Always have, always will.”

The message ended, but you hardly noticed as you sunk forward in your seat, your face buried in your hands, as sobs wracked your body. You always knew that Spencer had loved you unconditionally, but to hear it all laid out there like that…you couldn’t understand why you even left in the first place. How could you have left someone like that? How could you have believed a man like that would ever blame you for something you both knew deep down wasn’t truly your fault? How could you even be considering leaving behind the best thing to ever happen to you?

When you had lost your daughter, you thought your life was over. You thought there was no way either of you could ever come back from this. But you had evidently severely underestimated your husband and all the good he truly had to offer you. He didn’t blame you. He wasn’t angry about what happened. All he wanted was you, back in his arms, safely. Who were you to deny him that? Who were you to walk away from a love like that?

You glanced down at the glittering band on your left hand. You’d always said that you would never give your heart away to just anyone. It had to be someone truly special. Someone who would never hurt you like you’d been hurt in the past. And you knew, five years ago, when Spencer had slipped that band over your finger, when he had made that promise to love you for better or for worse, you always assumed he would mean it. And now this was it. This was the proof you needed. For better or for worse. That’s what you had told each other.

It took some time to calm yourself down, but once your crying had stopped, you found your mind to be clear. You knew what you had to do now. This self-destruction was getting nowhere. You knew the healing process was going to be long and it was going to be hard. But you also knew that with your sweet, loving husband by your side, there was nothing you two couldn’t overcome, so long as you overcame it together.

It was late when you finally pulled into the driveway. You half-expected Spencer to be asleep, or maybe even still at work. You knew how he had a tendency to stay late when his head was too full and he wasn’t ready to face home. However, to your surprise, as you got out of the car, the porch light suddenly flicked on. Seconds later, the front door creaked open, and there he stood, looking about as disheveled as you (clearly neither of you had been doing a lot of sleeping lately). But as you stepped closer, you saw it: for the first time since this all happened, his eyes lit up at the sight of you. As if nothing brought him more joy than the sight of you right here, right now.

“Y/N…” he whispered, as if he couldn’t believe you were really here. You opened your mouth to respond, but found yourself unable, and instead fell gratefully into his welcoming arms. And as he held you tightly, nuzzling his head into your neck, as you sobbed on his shoulder, clinging to him for dear life, you realized that this was truly where you belonged. Things would get better in the end, so long as you had Spencer.

It may have taken forty-seven minutes for you to lose your child, but it only took about forty-seven seconds for you to realize that not all had been truly lost in the world.

Adopt

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Alexander Hamilton

Summary: Can’t put it into words.

Words: 540

Warnings: Fluff; modern au; drabble

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Thomas and Alexander haven’t always been together. Alexander used to be married and had a son with her….Philip. When Eliza died, it tore him apart and Philip was too young to understand, he was 2. But when he met Thomas his life changed for the better.

When Thomas first moved in with Alex he was a little unprepared on how to take care of a child but despite his belief, Thomas was great with kids and Philip adored Thomas.

It’s been 7 years. Philip was 9 and his dad was still with Thomas. New York recently legalized gay marriage, Thomas and Alexander didn’t waste any time with tying the knot. They were happy, Philip was happy but something still bothered him so when Thomas wasn’t home he talked to his dad.

“Pa?” Philip peeked his head into his father’s office. Alex looked up from his laptop to his son. Removing his glasses he got out of his chair and walked over to Philip.

“Philip what is it?” Alex crouched down to his son. Philip’s face turned red.

“Uhm.” He fiddled with his hands. “I want daddy to be my family.”

“Philip, he already is your family.” Alex moved a piece of his curled hair behind his ear. Philip shook his head.

“No like, Theodosia said that her new mommy adopted her making her new mommy her mommy. I want daddy to be my real daddy too!” Alexander eyes grew wide.

Alex couldn’t help but smile, and felt a sense of pride that Philip wanted Thomas to adopt him.

“Okay.” Philip cried out in triumph and jumped into his father arms hugging him tightly saying ‘thank you’ over and over again. Alexander couldn’t help but laugh as he hugged his son. “But we have to make it a secret all right? So we can surprise him.” He told Philip who nodded excitedly. “I’ll get the papers, now go clean your room.”

Philip groaned.

“But pa!” Philip whined. He chuckled.

“No but’s.” Philip groaned as he trudged his way to his room.

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It’s been 2 weeks and Alexander had the adoption papers. Philip was growing impatient, too excited.

But Philip didn’t have to wait any longer.

“Daddy?” Philip stood there holding the papers behind his back. Jefferson looked up from his laptop on the couch at Philip who stood there looking anxious.

“Huh? Um yes Philip?” With a shaky hand Philip held the papers out to Thomas who looked at them curiously before taking them. Philip saw the tears welling up in his dad’s eye.

“I want you to be my real daddy. So will you adopt me so that can be true?” Philip asked, looking at Thomas with a hopeful looked. He choked on a sob, pushing the laptop besides him he got on his knees and hugged Philip tightly.

Secretly Alexander stood out of sight recording the whole thing.

“Get me a pen.” Philip nodded quickly running for a pen, coming back with it. Thomas signed the papers making it official.

Thomas Jefferson is now Philip’s dad…officially.

Thomas was a tearful mess as he hugged the life out of Philip. Alex wiped away a few of his tears as he smiled at the two who he loves most.

Dreams - Dean Wincester x Reader

Title: Dreams 

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2,634

Warnings: None

Prompt: I have a request,so maybe dean and the reader fell in love in high school or some point and then dean had to leave, but they made love the night before he left. He comes back to the town however many years later you want it and he sees the reader with a little boy and he’s distraught because he wanted that with her when the little boy turns dean just knows it’s his little boy because nobody could mistake those candy apple green eyes, im sorry for being so specific, and please choose the ending.

Dean had never forgotten about this town. From the moment he drove into town with the Impala, from the moment his eyes casted on the welcome sign, he felt his heart leap up to his throat. Even if his mind forgot about the name and about all of it he knew that his heart wouldn’t let him. He knew that his feelings were always going to be there and come heaven or hell there would be something to remind him of this town, even if all of his memories were wiped out.

But now they weren’t. He had all of his memories and he wished he would never let go of them. They were the only ones that kept him going in his darkest moments.

What do you mean you have to go?” the hurt in your voice and the way you pulled your hands from his shattered his heart in ways he never thought it was possible.

I-” he ran a hand through his hair “My dad said that today is- was our last day here. He got done with the case and we-we leave. First thing in the morning.” he swallowed thickly, holding back his own tears. He feared that this moment was coming, he knew it would inevitably, but he liked to pretend he had forever with you- or at least the rest of his life. That maybe by some miracle, that he didn’t believe in but you did, he would end up staying and his father would have no objection at it.

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Touch

Mainly inspired by @nymas


It had been an accident, honestly. A congratulatory slap on the back after they had torn down another still operational Galra base in their search for Shiro, that was all. But the moment Hunk’s hand made contact with Lance’s shoulder blade, he froze. He removed his hand like he had been burned and stepped back, stammering a quick apology.

He couldn’t hear Lance over the suppressed memories that had started to rise back up, the way he had kicked the blue paladin, how he had tried to murder his best friend. Couldn’t hear him over the rising panic in his chest that he might have hurt him again. He had tried so hard, so hard to keep his hands away from Lance, to keep from hurting him again. Hunk wasn’t dumb; he had seen the bruises on Lance’s back after being shoved into the rock walls.

“HUNK!”

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