Pumpkin Spice

Summary: AU. Reader loves pumpkin spice lattes, fall, and Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,910

Warnings: language, misunderstandings, a teeny bit of angst, some crankiness, excessive caffeine consumption, excessive fluff, friend-to-lover, almost a coffee shop au?

A/N: Here’s something fluffy to lighten the mood a bit. This is for @promarvelfangirl‘s 2k Fall Follower Celebration. Congrats!!! My prompt was pumpkin spice.

Originally posted by likemadeofstarlight

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anonymous asked:

Could you do either jealous!draco or jealous!harry? You're writing is amazing btw!!!💚

thanks for 5k followers!

“I can’t believe Potter is dating that she-weasel!” Draco groaned and threw himself on an armchair dramatically. “I mean, what does she even see in her!”

“Potter’s dating Ginny? I thought they broke up end of sixth year?” Pansy inquired.

Draco sneered. “They got back together. I hate it. They way they’re always snogging in public where everyone can see. It’s disgusting.” He crossed his arms and pouted. “Stupid Potter.” Pansy closed her book and smirked at him. “What?” He snapped.

“You’re jealous!”

Draco scoffed. “Oh please. I am not jealous.”

“Could you want him more?”

“I’m am not jealous, Pansy. I am envious. Jealousy is being protective of what you already have and since I do not have a Potter I cannot be jealous of the Weaslette.” He explained irritable. Just then Harry Potter walked in with Ginny Weasley. Draco glared at them while Pansy looked at her best friend sadly.

“Okay. I’m going to go to the library to study with Luna.” She told her boyfriend.

Harry smiled brightly at her, a smile that Draco always wished would be directed at him. Harry kissed her and she left. He sat down on the couch that Pansy was on, smiling softly to himself. The three of them had gotten close ever since Pansy and Hermione started going out. Draco flipped a page in his book forcefully.

“Isn’t she just great?” Harry sighed dreamily.

“Yeah she’s a real doll.” Draco said, trying to sound bored. Harry laughed. “What?”

“Nothing. That just reminded me of a joke Ginny told me. When is a doll not a doll?”

Draco didn’t answer, but flipped another page in his book violently, almost ripping it. Pansy turned around to face Harry and put on a smile. “When?”

“When it’s a dollar.” Harry started giggling and so did Pansy. Draco gave a fake, meek laugh, without taking his eyes off of his book. “You okay, Malfoy?”

Draco looked up. “Yeah I’m fine. Just tired.” He faked a yawn and shut his book. “I think I’m just gonna go to bed. Good night.” He left the room just as Hermione walked in. She sat next to Pansy who put her arms around her girlfriend.

“Hey.” She greeted them, kissing her girlfriend. “What’s up?” Pansy kissed her back, lingering a bit longer, hoping Harry would leave. Eventually he did so they pulled apart. Hermione smiled softly. “What was that for?”

“I wanted to get Potter to leave… also because I wanted to.”

Hermione giggled and kissed her nose. “Why did you want Harry to leave?”

Pansy smiled. “Draco likes Harry.” She sang.

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Heal Me // Doctor!Shawn (A Soulmate AU)

Your car jerks, wheels skidding on the ice beneath the freshly fallen snow. Driving on ice wasn’t something new to you. You drop your gear, slowing your engine and brake slowly. Just like your dad showed you. The bottom of the hill is approaching, slowly, steadily. There is no one driving along the cross street and you figure you’ll go ahead and coast through the intersection. It was only another couple blocks until you were home. Suddenly you jerk forward, head hitting the steering wheel, you car goes careening into the embankment that goes to a sewage run off canal. There’s a flash of red and you see a large truck skidding past your car as you slide into the canal sideways. Everything happens so fast you aren’t sure if you’re right side up or upside down. There’s a loud crunching, something hits you in the back of the head, glass shatters and you are jarred to a very sudden stop. The world is spinning, your head hurts and your leg feels like someone is sitting on it. You glance down and there is blood all over your jeans.

“Hello?! Are you awake?!” someone, a man, yells from far away.

You can’t see anything, vision spotty and snow covering your windshield. You look to your left and see your phone beside you…on the window. The car is on it’s side. “Help!” you yell but you can’t help but feel like it’s not quite loud enough. “Help! My leg!” your voice is weak and you start to cry, tears burning your eyes, pain and frustration getting the best of you.

“I’ve called for help!” the male voice shouts, still quite far away. “Are you hurt?!”

“My leg….my leg,” you sob, voice cracking. There’s a bitter sweet acrid smell permeating the air and suddenly you can’t breathe. It was suffocating, sickeningly sweet. You knew that smell. It was antifreeze leaking from your car. Your heart races, you’re scared that this is the end. This was how you died. In a flipped car, asphyxiated on chemical fumes and bleeding to death. You pass out, the smell and the pain in your leg overwhelming you.  

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“Broken” (Chapter Seventeen)

Holla for some sweet, sort of smutty IronFalcon! 


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“Alpha.” Sam surprised Tony in the kitchen early the next morning, coming around the corner and sliding his arm around the Alphas waist, lifting his red wings to hover over Tony’s shoulders in a protective embrace. “Good morning.”

“Sam.” Tony turned and kissed the Beta good morning, smiling because he and Sam were both wearing the ridiculous flannel pajama pants Clint had given everyone for Christmas last year. “You are up early, honey, what’s going on? Is everything alright? Do you need anything?”

“Everythings fine. I just wanted some time with you.” Sam bent his head to kiss Tony again, longer this time, lingering over his mouth. “Between missions, and people coming by, and you and Bruce creating high tech stuff in the lab, I feel like you and I haven’t had more than two minutes together.”

“It’s been a crazy few months.” Tony agreed and smiled when Sam kissed him again. “So what? You set your alarm for five am because you figured I would be up?”

“Actually, I set it for four thirty am because I know you creep downstairs, get into the kitchen and get your coffee and are back down in the lab like an evil scientist all within about six and a half minutes.”

“Six and a half?” Tony raised an eyebrow.  “Mr Wilson, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were stalking me.”

“One man’s ‘stalking’ is another man’s ‘paying great attention to detail’.” Sam countered. “And Mr. Stark, I would like to pay great attention to lots of your details.”

“Does that line work on all the other pretty Alpha’s?” Tony batted his eyelashes teasingly. “Because I must say I’m flattered.”  

“I wouldn’t know.” Sam bent close to purr in his ear. “You’re the only pretty Alpha I’m interested in.”

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Bang Bang

Bang bang


The first time Will saw a gun, he knew that was what he would want to hold forever in his hands.

His father, just returning from war, couldn’t be prouder of his son.

“I wanna be like you! Fighting all the bad guys with my gun! Bang bang!” William said, happily, pretending to hold a gun on his little hands and making the movement of a shooting gun. His father laughed and nodded as his mother watched them from the kitchen, worry on her expression.

“That’s my boy… You will kill all the bad boys and make daddy very proud” he said and kissed Will’s head, the boy beaming and grinning with excitement.

“I will make you proud daddy! I will!”


Bang bang

“I don’t like war movies” Celine whined as she leaned against Damien. He shrugged.

“Yeah I know but William loves them for some reason” he said and Mark chuckled.

“He just likes guns, like every American I guess” he shrugged as well and hummed happily, laying on Celine’s lap. The three of them were in the back of the bed as they watched the movie, with William sitting in front of the three of them, eyes fixated in the movie. How accurate their movements were. What was their strategy.

He just loved it all so much.

“He seems… possessed” Mark mumbled and Damien frowned, slapping his friend’s head while Celine bit her bottom lip, worriedly.

“Not possessed but… I don’t like this excessive love” she mumbled and Damien rolled his eyes.

“You two worry too much. He just likes it. It’s not like he is going to the army any time soon. Don’t worry” he said and the two looked at the smartest of the group. “Probably just some extreme love for the movies, it’s alright”

It was alright.

He hoped.


Bang bang


“I am going to the army!”

Mark spit his drink. Celine’s burger fell from her hand. Damien stared at Will is shock.

“What?!” the politician choked out, making Will frown before he grinned widely.

“I was accepted as a cadet in the army! I am leaving in two months!” he said happily. “I don’t know where my first mission will be in but I am so excited! Can you im-”

“You can’t go!”

Celine flinched and Mark looked at Damien slowly. The man looked completely exasperated at his friend’s happiness, his eyes wide and cheeks red in anger.

William was just confused.

“What why?” he asked, frowning. “You were one to always say to follow our dreams. And I just did it! I am going to the army!”

“Being in the army isn’t a dream!” Damien yelled back, and Celine shook her head as Mark held his friend’s hand.

“Calm down there” he said but Damien pulled his hand away and stared at Mark, making him raise his hands and look away. “Alright…”

“Why aren’t you happy for me?” Will asked, his voice breaking a bit, and Damien looked at him, fuming in anger.

“Why?! Because I also wouldn’t be happy if you were jumping off a bridge! This is suicide at its best William!” he said, his voice high pitched and weird. William’s hurt eyes slowly shut down and he furrowed his eyebrows, narrowing his eyes.

“If I wanted to die I would shoot my head, you idiot. This is my dream. This is all I have ever wanted to do. And now I am so close, all I wanted was some support from my friends”

Damien looked at him and then let out a dry and hoarse laugh.

“Support from your friends? Well then you can call me your enemy because I am never going to support this” he said and stood up, grabbing his bag. “Have a nice day, a nice two months and a nice mission. I will visit you at your grave”

Damien walked away without looking back, clearly pissed, and Celine went right after him, calling his name as Will deflated and looked down. Then, Mark held his shoulder.

“Its okay buddy. He will come to terms with it. I think it’s pretty cool”

He smiled, a little


Bang bang


He had never thought that shooting a real human being would be so different from shooting a practice target.

He never thought the light of someone’s eyes could really disappear once they died.

But now he knew it was all true.

His first target was dying in front of him, hand on his chest, his eyes contorting and turning almost desperately.

If he wanted to say something, it died with him.

“Cadet! Take cover!”

He didn’t hear it very well, but he did as commanded.

He laid down behind their structures and closed his eyes, the man’s face returning to his brain as if he had just do it.

He had just done it.

He had just killed a man.

And the worst yet…

It felt amazing.

The power in his hands.

The desperate fear.

He felt like throwing up.

What was happening to him?


Perhaps Damien had been right.

He shouldn’t have come.

He shouldn’t have done this.

But now it was too late.

He opened his eyes again, determined, and grabbed his gun, moving away from their covers and laughing like a maniac as he shot all the enemies he saw in front of him on his way to the other cover.

One, two, three, four, five dead.

He had never felt so alive.


Bang bang

“It was an accident! I swear…”

His eyes widened as Y/N fell all the way down to the other floor. He looked back at the detective, desperate, his hand trembling as he saw the pool of blood next to him. He looked at his gun and threw it away, shaking, trembling, before rushing to the stairs.

And then he saw the cane.

He looked at the door and walked to it, taking the cane that once belonged to his dear friend, holding it tight against his chest as he slowly walked down the stairs.

He was alone.

Completely alone.

“Did I…” he mumbled, shakily, sitting on the bench next to Y/N’s body. “Did I kill them?”

Did he kill Mark?

Did he kill Damien?

Did he kill Celine?

Did he?

He killed the detective.

He killed Y/N.

He held the cane tighter as his eyes teared up, a desperate feeling in his chest.

It was all his fault, wasn’t it?

Even if he hadn’t killed them, he slept with Mark’s wife. He ruined their friendship. He destroyed everything…

It was all his fault.

All his fault.

He was the wrong one.

He was the one messed up.

He sobbed, holding the cane close to himself as he curled up.

His hat fell from his head and removed his jacket angrily, throwing it away with all his patches.

He didn’t deserve them. He had killed his friends.

And then…

Then, Y/N returned.

And he laughed.

Maybe he hadn’t killed anyone after all.


Bang bang

“Crazy psychopath sleeps with wife of an innocent man and kills the entire family, including baby, before setting the house on fire” Wilford read, humming and rolling his eyes. “They didn’t even mention my moustache. Amateurs.”

“Do you really think that is your biggest problem Will?” Dark asked, raising his eyebrow, and Wilford shrugged.

“I don’t see the big deal, to be honest. They will come back one way or another, it just lowered the family’s rate in earth for a bit of time”

He held his gun close to his face, looking at it not to miss any detail now that he was cleaning it.

It was just as beautiful as ever.

He smirked and held it the right away, looking towards the man trapped as the aiming target on the other side of the room.

Bang bang.

more than you know - bts jungkook fluffy imagine thingy

Originally posted by jkguks

word count: 1,354

member: Jungkook

genre: kinda like a fluff and I want it so bad omg 

warnings: I used the word “ass” once

it’s kinda based on the song “more than you know” by Axwell Λ Ingrosso and by kinda I mean totally lol

You’ve never felt like you were particularly special. You liked the person you were but you couldn’t imagine someone falling head over heels for you. You always tried your best, you had things you were extremely passionate about and you stuck by them. And people liked you. You weren’t the most popular person ever but somehow your rather bright personality seemed to attract a lot of people to you. 

Jungkook was one of those people. He always found himself magnetised by you and it made him terrified. He never felt this way about anyone, he never had to run after anyone. You were so much different from people he knew, your smile was genuine, your eyes bright and you always seemed to be a few steps ahead of him.

He didn’t want to admit it but he was going crazy for you. And you knew. You noticed how he was always close, how he treated you different than all the other people. You weren’t exactly sure what was going on but you definitely knew something was up. You could feel the tension between you two. 

One of your favorite bands was in town and you couldn’t be more excited. You got the tickets months in advance and when the day of the concert finally came around you were ecstatic. None of your friends listened to this band so you were going alone but you didn’t mind at all. Getting ready you couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot. When you finally got to the venue, a good couple of hours before the show to make sure you’d get the best possible place, you noticed there were already some people there. You walked up to them, introduced yourself and sat down with them, talking, singing and laughing your ass off. After about an hour or so, you saw a familiar someone approaching the venue. 

Jungkook loved going to concerts. Being in the crowd and screaming the lyrics on the top of his lungs was one of his favourite feelings in the world. He decided to get to the venue 2 hours before they were supposed to open the gates, to have a somewhat good place in the crowd. He wasn’t expecting to meet anyone he knew there, but as he was approaching the venue he heard a laugh that could belong to one person only. It kinda made his heart skip a beat but he decided it was his chance, maybe one in a million.

“Hey Y/N! I didn’t expect to meet you here!” he greeted you, smiling and forcing himself to stay put. You smiled back and waved at him to sit on the ground next to you. “It’s good to see you! Guys, this is Jungkook, we go to school together” you introduced him to your newly met friends and they all greeted him warmly. He sat right next to you, your knees and shoulders touching, and you both noticed that. He was discussing the band’s latest single with one of the girls from the group and you looked over at him, noticing how sharp his jawline was, how soft his skin looked and how stunning his smile was. “What’s up with me?” you thought shaking your head. You never really thought of him like that before but he really was sweet and funny and you felt good around him. You shook your head again, trying to get rid of the ridiculous thoughts.

Fast forward to the concert, you were holding Jungkook’s hand, trying to squeeze through the crowd to be in the first row. Maybe it wasn’t the nicest thing to do but you didn’t care. He was laughing behind you, you both already had a bit to drink and the tension between you two completely disappeared. “You’re gonna break someone’s leg if you keep doing that!” he yelled so you could hear him over the music and you just laughed. You finally managed to get to the railing, holding onto it like your life depended on it. You felt Jungkook’s chest press against your back as he stood right behind you and you felt a smile pulling on your lips. “That way we won’t get lost” he whispered in your ear, hot breath tickling your neck. You turned your head to look at him and smiled, nodding. “Don’t you mind not being in the first row?” you asked but he quickly shook his head. “Nope, as long as you’re the one in front of me” you felt yourself blush at his answer and turned around to make sure he wouldn’t notice. But he did. 

The alcohol running through his veins made him brave and he was greatful for it. He finally had the courage to talk to you and what you were doing now was waaay better than talking. You were dancing in front of him, swaying your hips with your hands in the air, eyes closed. He couldn’t stop smiling as he watched you sing on the top of your lungs, sweat forming on your forehead. In his eyes, you looked like the most beautiful creature to ever exist. 

The show ended around midnight and you found yourself sitting in the passenger seat of Jungkook’s car. “I don’t wanna go home yet” you admitted as you shyly took his hand in yours. “Me neither” he agreed, his eyes never leaving your face. You smiled at him and intertwined your fingers and he lowered his face so now your noses were touching. “Come a little closer” you encouraged him and he just smiled, pressing his lips to yours. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, you were both smiling and your lips barely even touched but it was better than anything. You felt his hand on your cheek and smiled even wider. “You wouldn’t believe how long I’ve been wanting to taste that smile” he mumbled and kissed you again, but like, for real this time. You felt a crazy bunch of butterflies form in your belly as you kissed him back, still holding his hand. “You make me crazy” he admitted right after taking his lips off of yours and sat back in his seat. “I don’t mean to.” “I know you don’t. I don’t get it. How are you so sweet and so full of fire at the same time? I honestly think I’d do anything for you” his confession made your stomach drop, warmth seemed to spread all around your insides. “Would you kiss me again then?” you asked. And he did. Multiple times. Some were sweet and innocent, some left you out of breath. Your lips were sore but you kept on kissing him, never wanting anything as bad as you wanted him at that moment. You sat in his lap, hands in his hair, tasting him again and again. He was a mixture of sweet and bitter, you could feel the alcohol on his tongue. “I think I might have a crush on you Jungkook” you said making him chuckle. He brushed your cheek with his thumb, you felt surrounded by nothing more than his presence and you loved it, every cell of your body wanted him, you wanted him so bad. “You’re the best” he simply said, leaving a soft peck on your lips. “I am?” you raised your eyebrow and he laughed again. “More than you know” he added, making you smile. 

“Let’s get an uber and go back to mine” he suggested, watching you devour your french fries. You were sat alone in a McDonald’s after you decided you were gonna die if you didn’t have something to eat. “Can’t we walk? I wanna walk and hold hands” you smiled and he just couldn’t help but laugh. “Of course we can.” And you did, you roamed the streets, your hand in his, singing and talking and laughing. You were positive it was the best night of your life and he felt the same. You were walking across the river as you saw the sun rising barely above the horizon. You stood there, watching the sunrise, watching his face and tasting his lips in the morning light. 

BTS Reaction: You Have Amnesia

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“Hello!☆ reaction, how the boys would react if you suffer from amnesia after an accident and you don’t remember them or your relationship with them. (Just thinking about how they would react destroy my heart 😢💔)”

Ahh, angsty! Here you go, love 💕 I wrote it in this format because I felt it worked best with this request. I’m sorry this took so long. Hope you enjoy! 😘

You and your boyfriend were driving down the freeway, arguing about something he had done at the party. You did’t even remember what it was he did, but you were so angry you started screaming at him.

“Will you shut up for one second!” He screamsed back while glancing at you. His eyes were off the road for only a second, but he didn’t see the other car jump the median, heading straight for you.

All you saw was a flash of headlights piercing through the darkness. Then came the high pitch screech of metal on metal, the sound of your bones breaking on impact. You didn’t have time to feel it before your head smashed against the dashboard, your airbag failing to deploy. Then the peaceful abyss of blackness overtook you.

He sustained serious injuries, but at least he woke up after surgery. You, on the other hand, were in a coma. Your surgeon said your brain swelled from the blow to your head, and it would take time for your brain to heal itself. The hardest thing for him was when he saw the massive bruising all over your face. You were barely recognizable.


Once he’s able to walk after his injuries somewhat heal, he spends all his time at your bedside. Holding your hand, talking to you, just making sure you know he’s by your side. When you finally wake up, you let out some kind of whimper. Jin is immediately at your side, your hand in his.

“Oh, god, Princess. You’re awake,” he breathes, laying his cheek against your joined hands in relief, only for his heart to drop at your response.

“Who are you?” You recognize his voice, hearing it all day while you were in a coma, but you don’t know him. You pull your hand away, uncomfortable holding a strange man’s hand.

“I’m…I’m Jin, your boyfriend.” His voice breaks and he has to force himself take deep breaths to calm down.

You start panicking and crying, and Jin can only press the call button beside your bed and watch you at a distance, knowing any comfort he tries to give would only freak you out more. His throat aches from the effort to hold back his tears.

Once the doctor comes, Jin steps out of your room, closing the door behind him. He drops to his knees right there in the corridor, no longer able to contain his sobs. He feels his heart break, a physical ache in his chest, as his tears hit the white tiles.

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Early Riser.

Authors Note: Shawn Master List found HERE

He’s an early riser, always managing to seize the sunrise on the mornings he’s home with you. You have never quite understood how he can be such a morning person and wake up at such early hours. It is like a ritual for him to catch the rising of the sun, to see the shades washing over from dark to light. Maybe it is the tranquillity and quietness he desires or maybe it’s the concept of a new day, a new beginning, that he considerably appreciates— Afterall, sunrises and sunsets are some of the earth most impressive creations that are always a constant.

You aren’t much on mornings, you much prefer the comfort of the covers than the enjoyment of the sunrise, but when he is home, you do your best to pry yourself from the warmth of the bed to incur the morning with him.

Your eyes open when you attempt to discover Shawn within the bed but his side of the bed is bleak and bare. You sigh and rub the sleep from your eyes, your body stretching out before you allow your feet to pad against the floorboards of the bedroom. You step out of the bedroom and wander down the placid hallway before you reach the kitchen.

While observing the tones of the morning sky the sun provides, he’s standing in the kitchen with grey sweatpants loosely around his hips, his body exposed— his shirt long gone and waddled up on the bedroom floor.

He’s preparing breakfast, smirking to himself because he knows the aroma of food is enough to bring you bounding around the corner and out of bed, even if it is at such an ungodly hour. You’re both aware that you’re not much of a morning person, more Shawn is very cognizant of your cantankerous tendencies.

Your eyes stare at him as he moves around the kitchen, his body speaking to you in languages you can’t fathom.

Oh, his body— how it is a masterpiece chiselled by the God above.

You shuffle closer and wrap your arms around his torso from behind, “morning,” he murmurs softly as you caress your lips to his broad shoulders, the taste of his delicate skin lingering on your lips as you inhale his scent.

“Morning,” you whisper as you take in his warmth and rest against his back,

“You know, you’re going to have to unwrap yourself from me, darling. Kind of need to cook,” Shawn snickers and you heavily sigh, the concept of having to let go of him not settling with you.

You let out a muffled groan and leisurely unwrap your arms from around him.

You step away from him and watch as he sways around the kitchen, his mind anchored on the breakfast being prepared. You sit up on the counter and observe his movements, from the way he’s light on his feet, to the way his back muscles manifest exceptionally well with each movement. You honestly just can’t help but admire him.

“Staring isn’t nice, hon.” Shawn turns around on his heel to face you, his eyes glimmering into yours as you bite your lip and give him an ingenuous grin.

“I was merely gawking,” you shake your head, “Plus, it’s hard not too, you’re prancing around here shirtless with your pants loosely around those hips,” you sigh, gesturing towards his attire that is breathtakingly attractive.

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, “I’m in sweatpants, I am not prancing,” he chuckles, stepping towards the cupboard to grab two plates.

“And you look damn hot in them,” You inform him as he again rolls his eyes at your comment.

“Breakfast is served, and no sly comments from you, behave yourself,” he warns you, taking note of your devious grin and gleaming eyes, well aware of your tendency to throw out astute, dirty comments on occasions.

You subtly lick your lips and keep your devious annotations to yourself, enabling your eyes to do all the talking as they continue to gleam at him. He stops himself in front of you and caresses his hands to your waists.

“Haven’t gotten my good morning kiss, yet,” he comments, leaning closer and caressing his delicate lips against yours. The kiss is courteous and sweet, just a prompt, ‘good morning, I love you,’ type of kiss.

He draws away and gingerly lifts you up off the countertop and presses your feet to the cool tiles of the kitchen. “Since you’re awake early, we have things to do today,” Shawn informs you as you shuffle yourself towards the food and the stools.

You sit up on the stool and frown, your intentions of a lazy day entirely being overthrown in a matter of seconds, “We have things to do?” You question as he stands opposite you, nodding his head and shifting your plate of food closer to you.

“Can we do the things on my mind first?” You cheekily question, amused when he bites his lip and forces himself to shake his head, “Ouch, way to go in letting me down gently,” you chuckle, delighted as he groans and heavily huffs.

“We have things to do,” … “We have to go grocery shopping, something you added to our list, we have to go taste cakes for the wedding, look at more houses, see your parents, and I have to help my sister move her stuff into my old bedroom,” Shawn names off a few of the thing that you two have to do and you pout your lips, your notions being of the more fun nature than his.

“But, you look so good in those pants and I just want to tear them off,” you sigh, doing your best to bat your eyes at him.

“Behave,” he snickers, ignoring your bright eyes and your pouty lips. He knows what you’re trying to do, just like you know that if you continue, you will get your way.

“You’re just teasing me, waking me up early with a nice breakfast, wearing those pants, and now you’re right in front of me on display.” You innocently gesture towards him, his eyes once again rolling at your comments.

“The quicker we get these things done, the quicker I am all yours.”

You raise a brow, already eager to have him all to yourself. “Hmm, all mine?“ 

He nods in agreement, "Yes, I promise.”

“No sudden studio sessions or gym run?”

“Nope, all yours.” .. “But, we have to hurry up because it is already eight,” Shawn comments with a mouthful of food, his eyes religiously watching the time. 

One thing for sure is, he hates being late, and he hates being off schedule. Once he sets a schedule he has to stick to it.

“I swear you’re one of those people who insists the early bird gets the worm,” you murmur and he nods, opening his mouth for a moment to speak but quickly closing it. “Anyway. Since we have to taste test for cakes today, we should probably knock out the menu for the guests and while you’re moving your sister’s stuff, I’ll get her opinion on the bridesmaid dresses.” You coincide with his list of things, your eyes finally prying themselves from his good looks and charmingly teasing pants.  

“Seems like a plan, you finish up, I am going to get dressed,” He leans over and kisses your forehead. “I will try not to wear anything too attractive since you already can’t keep your eyes off me this morning," 

"Oh, pfft.. Don’t flatter yourself,” You jokingly comment, “But, as a fair warning, if you wear one of your button-downs, we aren’t leaving the house.” You chime with a grin, the image of him in a button-down already making your head spin. 

There are certain articles of clothing that you find it hard to resist him in and he has come to realise which shirts really get you going.

“Oh, I wouldn’t dare, that’s like you wearing that damn black dress,” he mutters, “Come on, time is ticking,” he instructs, pushing himself away from the counter and walking away towards the hallway to get to the bedroom… 


One of the many things I’ve learned, is that no matter what you do, somebody is around the next corner with a better version of it. And if that person is a man it might not even be better, it just might get more attention. And sometimes that person is you. The you that’s never satisfied with what you just did, because you’re obsessed with whatever is next. The one constant is this. It’s you. It’s us. The project gets us to the people. Because it’s people that got me where I am. People like Diane Gould. People like my husband, and my first partner, Gordon Clark. People like my last and best partner, Cameron Howe. And for all the rest of you, I hope that tonight can be the beginning of something. Something so that even if we see each other across the corporate battle lines one day, that you will know that I am rooting for you. I can’t help but not. Because I am a partner by trade, and a mother and a sister by design. And I am - I am so proud to be on this journey with you.

Halt and Catch Fire || Ten of Swords

Projected fall for BTY to 72(-36!) on UK Charts

Hi guys! 

I know we’re all very excited about JLY and we want it to do well, and I am right there with you. 

However. BTY is still at #36 right now. It would be fucking fantastic if we can keep the song in the Top 40 for just one week longer - get him around the same level of Top 40 longevity as his bandmates.

A drop that’s literally as big as its current charting position is really, really big. I know we can make that gap a lot smaller just by doing what we always do - which is stream, stream, stream!! 

I made a playlist that’s just BTY and JLY - maybe replay BTY a couple of extra times after just 30 secs? A little goes a long way! 

Old Flames, New Sparks - Epilogue

Characters: Y/N Y/L/N-Ackles, Danneel Ackles, Jensen Ackles, JJ Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki

Pairing: Danneel x Reader x Jensen, Jared x Gen

Warnings: 6 year time jump, babies (yep that’s a warning - ask Jensen :P)    

Word Count: 1100ish

A/N: I didn’t plan on this until I was writing part 8. I guess I weren’t completely ready to let them go but this will be the very last part of this series. Thanks to all you have followed it :D

This series is written for my free square in @spnpolybingo

Thanks to my amazing lil sis @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this series for me.


You were sitting on the floor with JJ in the pillow fort the two of you had build while being home alone for a few hours. You were aware that to most it would seem odd you had shared this new with your 3 year old daughter before her other two parents, but you and JJ always had a special connection. Biologically she wasn’t your daughter, but that didn’t matter to you. Or to JJ, Jensen, or Danneel for that matter. No matter what law or biology said you would always be family. Family was about who you loved after all and the four of you, soon to be 6, had plenty of that to go around.

“So it will be twins?” JJ frowned slightly as she tried to understand the news you had just shared with her. You couldn’t help but laugh at her child logic, pulling her into your lap.

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A/N: Request from @inlovewithnovels. Tony is kind of an arsehole in this one. It just happened, I needed a culprit. & I heard strange noises in my room while writing this. Not cool. Not cool at all.

16th October: Scare pranks. 👻 | feat. Loki

Words: 1679
Warnings: demons, mentions of exorcism, blood, gore and death, panic attack

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The Boy Next Door (15)

Summary: You didn’t used to hate the boy next door.

Word Count: 966

Warnings: Angst, swearing, and surprised

A/N: well look at that

Part 14 | Masterlist

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