and it never went the way they were thinking it would

you i’ve been thinking lately about how ginny’s the only one out her friends and family to not keep her maiden name– which seemed weird at first, since ginny’s plenty independent, has family pride, and isn’t the type to do something just because it’s traditional. not to mention she’s rather famous in her own right due to her sports career, and seeing as how she continues writing on the subject, she probably could cash in on maintaining her name.

but then i thought of how for almost his whole life harry has been the odd one out as a ‘potter’. he grew up in a family with a different last name than him, who went out of their way to single him out as an 'other’. harry never had any relatives with his name or any sort of substantial connection to family member, which only exacerbated his feelings of being an outsider. i think he would have been proud of his name on some level– it honored his parents who gave their lives for him, and certainly his name became a big part of his identity as he grappled with his fame. but still. harry was the only potter. he had no family, no one else with his name.

i think ginny would have picked up on this, though i doubt harry would have articulated it (or even consciously recognized it). she took his name as a sign, an obvious indicator to all who met them, that harry was no longer alone. she was his family now.

Ok so this particular picture had me shaking because sneaking a pic around her home was one thing but being out and in there car was another. I wanted to see up her skirt so bad I didn’t care if she or anyone else caught me, but I never got caught. Her and my brother in law were taking me to go get my truck out of the shop and we had stopped by his office so he could do what ever it was he needed to do real quick. She was laid back in the seat napping and the way she was slouched down I could almost get a peak but what I wanted I would need to pull the dress back a little. I was in the back seat so had to quiet and still. But I managed to get what I wanted without her knowing. Her and my brother in law after they dropped me off went out that night after dropping me off and all I could think about was her and how lucky he was. I was sooo jealous

Reverence: 707/MC

fluffy drabble of my fave two 

Summary: His feelings are consuming, no matter how much time passes he thinks of only her. Especially in the mornings, when she’s only his.


All he wanted to do was be enough. Completely, entirely, fully and utterly all he desired was to be enough for Saeran, and for you. To Saeyoung Choi, you two were his most precious people. It struck him in the small moments, the quiet seconds between activities and always when he least expected it. The simple things like the smell of your hair when you got out of the shower, the way your nose crinkled in laughter, how you refused to write in pencil, forearms stained with ink. It never ended, every waking second, and many of his dreams, were intertwined with memories and fragments of you. He was so happy, a joy that was so intoxicating he feared what would happen if it went away. Sometimes he had nightmares, he’d be trapped behind a pane of glass, bloody fists banging on glass as he screamed your name; all his shrieks falling on deaf ears. In these dark nighttime horrors you couldn’t see him, eyes turned away, to another- a blurry person Saeyoung couldn’t make out in the haze of sleep. Thankfully these dreams never lasted long, he’d wake panting and drenched in chilled sweat and you’d be at his side, pressing kisses to his throat, hands caressing down his stomach.

“Saeyoung,” you’d murmur, sleep coating your words, “did you have a bad dream?”

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okay but not only are Fred & George master pranksters and know Hogwarts inside out but they would also know everything that went down in Hogwarts – thanks to the map. like they would know who was hooking up with who, which teachers were going at it, everyone else who snuck out after curfew. like just imagine them making bets about whether or not this person was going to meet up with that person tonight (“I bet you Seamus is going to sleep in Deans bed again tonight, George” “oh come off it Fred, they’re only 2nd years!” “… pay up”) and then coming up with ingenious ways to make the people feel guilty or if it was a couple they had been wanting to get together for a really long time they would find little ways to celebrate. and just think of how insane they would make all their teachers (pranks aside!) just by dropping really sly hints about how much they knew but never enough to really get in trouble…

and I’m sure they knew about the invisibility cloak. how could they not if they’re just watching the map and then every other night or something, Harry’s footprints pop up in the restricted section again and they’re just like “smh at it again Harry there’s my boy” I mean, that’s probably how they decided he was fit to own the map after them was bc of how often they watched him sneak out.

Awkward

“I think I’m in love with you, and that terrifies me.”


3rd POV

Very few things scared Magizoologist Newt Scamander, he worked with some of the most dangerous creatures a wizard could think of. Only a couple things managed to scare him, and one of those things was You. 

The thought of you absolutely terrified Newt. Usually, he could function normally around people, sure he was a tad awkward but when he was around you, it was like his brain turned to jelly. He couldn't even formulate sentences around you, his knees became weak at the sight of you and his face turned red. He had no idea why this was happening. 

The last time he felt this way was back in Hogwarts, he never thought he would feel this way again but, he couldn't feel like this for you, right? You were only his friend and nothing more, besides, you couldn't feel the same way. He went along his day trying to keep you out of his head but you kept finding your way into his mind. 

He began to get frustrated and when he arrived at Tina and Queenies apartment he wanted nothing more than to go down in his case and work, unfortunately, he forgot Tina had invited you for dinner and he was expected to be there. 

Great.

Y/N POV

“Thank you so much for inviting me over” you say to Tina and Queenie 

“We’re glad to have you y/n!” they say in return 

“and may I say you look amazing tonight” Queenie adds. 

You blush a little, “why thank you Queenie” 

Now only if newt thought so you think sadly.

 “Oh y/n, I'm sure Newt will once he sees you” Queenie says reassuringly. 

You give her a small smile and go back talking to Jacob. Newt had been your friend back in Hogwarts, you were pretty close but then he got expelled and you lost touch until you ran into him in MACUSA. You thought he would be happy to see you but he was aloof and paid barely any attention to you. 

You had the biggest crush on him back in Hogwarts, but he was too daft to notice. When you saw him again, the feelings resurfaced but it seems like Newt is once again, too daft. 

The creak of the door broke your thoughts. You looked over and saw it was Newt, he looked at you but quickly looked away. He went straight to his bedroom. You sighed and went to help Queenie with dinner. 

Finally, it was time for dinner, Tina basically had to drag Newt out of his case and into a chair. The entire dinner he refused to even acknowledge you, it made you quite upset. When dinner was over Newt excused him to his case. You followed him ready to confront him. You were about to yell at him when you heard him talking to his Bowtruckle. 

“Pickett, don't be like that, Its not my fault I can’t speak to y/n” You hear angry chirps followed by Newts sighs 

“It’s just, I’m going to mess something up if I tell her” 

“tell me what?” Newt jumps in his seat and looks at you in shock 

”um well, um uh did you know that demguises could turn invisible, like i want to right at this exact moment” He looks around the room looking for a way of escape. 

“Newt, tell me what’s wrong” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about y/n” 

“Newt, We were so close, what happened, Do you not want to be my friend anymore? because if that’s the case then tell me instead of just ignoring me.” You spat the last part making Newt flinch.

 He debated on telling you but when he saw the hurt on you face he couldn’t keep it in any longer. 

“I think I’m in love you, and that terrifies me, I can’t think straight when I’m around you, I haven’t felt this way since, well since Leta and I’m scared.” 

You stand in shock, this wasn’t what you were expecting. 

“Newt, you don’t have to be scared, I love you too, its not going to be Hogwarts all over again. I promise.” You walk up to him and take his hand. 

He smiles at you sheepishly, 

“So sorry for ignoring you, I didn’t know what to do in all honesty” You kiss his forehead softly, 

“It’s okay newt, you’re cute when you’re awkward anyway”

stilishstilinskis  asked:

You wouldn't have any headcanons about Clarisse and Chris Rodriguez, would you?

Thanks for sending an ask!!! I’m always happy to take requests, so I wrote some headcanons for you!! :) I hope you like them!

  • Clarisse is very overprotective of Chris
  • And by that I mean that if anyone mentions the fact that Chris was on Kronos’s side in a way that blames him, or brings it up against him, she will not be happy 
  • Chris feels constantly guilty for the fact he went over to Luke’s side initially, and he’s told Clarisse that 
  • Everyone’s quite surprised by their relationship? Like constantly?
  • When they first start going out everyone makes bets on how long they’re going to last
  • Everyone loses, because no one thought they’d be going so strong after all this time 
  • They go to Phoenix together for university, and Clarisse hides it, but she’s super, super excited
  • She finally gets the chance to be normal and be with her boyfriend and it’s everything she wasn’t sure she’d get
  • Needless to say, Chris balances her in any social situation 
  • He makes sure she’s not too aggressive, but she also makes sure he doesn’t remain too shy, because a lot of the time Chris isn’t great at introducing himself to new people
  • One of the things that surprises people the most is how unfazed Chris is whenever Clarisse gets angry or basically starts acting like a typical Ares kid, loud and brash
  • Chris doesn’t even react, but he’s also a match for Clarisse (that’s one of the reasons they work so well together) 
  • Clarisse doesn’t like to share her insecurities, so she doesn’t tell anyone she hates the big house, hates going there now
  • It all stems from that time when Chris was insane, and she had to look after him in there… going to that room brings it all back
  • Chris never says anything, but he notices, and he’ll try and make sure they avoid the big house as much as possible 
  • Every year, in the summer, comes the anniversary of Silena’s death. Clarisse always gets super moody and temperamental at these times, trying to deal with her emotions, and it’s only Chris who can calm her down
  • They have a spot in the woods where they kissed for the first time, some time after Dionysus cured Chris of his madness
  • It becomes their favourite spot, and the best thing about it is that no one knows about it (or at least, that’s what they think. Don’t tell them that one time Percy Jackson saw them holding hands there.)
  • Chris wants to become a better fighter, and Clarisse agrees to teach him
  • Chris actually becomes pretty good 
  • Every so often when they’re placed on opposite teams for capture the flag, things become intense
  • They both want to win, and so they’ll try their hardest, just because, why not? 
  • Clarisse usually comes out on top due to the fact that she’s got the might of the Ares cabin behind her
  • But one time Chris spends ages planning the ultimate strategy (he had Annabeth’s help, but don’t tell anyone), and trains for weeks 
  • Sure enough, he wins, and he personally disarms her 
  • He winks at her 
  • “Don’t take it too personally,” he says. “I learnt from the best” 
  • That’s the moment Clarisse realises how much she loves this idiot 

Feel free to send a request for a fic/headcanons!! :D

Help me choose a quote!!

Hey guys, I’m trying to decide between a bunch of these quotes but I love them all and I can’t choose. Vote for your favourite quote by reblogging or commenting on this post!
(I will not be including the sources to avoid bias, but message me if you wanna know where a quote is from)

1) “I love deadlines. I love the wooshing sound they make as they go by”

2) “I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that I don’t know the answer”

3) “would it save you a lot of time if I just gave up and went mad now?”

4) “if there’s anything more important than my ego around, I want it caught and shot now”

5) “it is a mistake to think you can solve any major problems with just potatoes”

6) “Capital Letters Were Always The Best Way Of Dealing With Things You Didn’t Have The Answer To”

7) “one is never alone with a rubber duck”

8) “the basis of optimism is sheer terror”

9) “whenever people agree with me I always feel I must be wrong”

I just wanna say that, in my opinion, had the fandom not been told that this whole thing was an “if Emma never became the savior” thing…. the reaction would have been SO MUCH DIFFERENT.

We all went into this episode thinking we were getting an AU where the curse never happened and Emma grew up as a princess…. and ACTUALLY what would have happened. Not some weird “wish world” thing where things are wishy-washy. If it had been told to us “Emma’s a princess but it’s the EQ’s wish so things won’t necessarily be as she actually would have grown up”…. I think the fandom wouldn’t have reacted the way it did. It’s like the deckhand!Killian thing. Nobody was annoyed because we KNEW it was a realm where Rumple changed everything and everyone and OF COURSE he would do that to Killian. If we went into 6x10 with similar knowledge (or a better explanation of how the freaking wishes work???) people may have reacted the same way they did to deckhand!Killian. 

Like I think in this episode, people weren’t annoyed with the lack of CS but more with the characterization of Emma because we thought we were actually gonna be shown how she would have been raised by her parents. Which is definitely NOT what we saw. And then now she believes her being the savior was for the best because the “singing model” version of her or whatever wasn’t great except that’s NOT EVEN WHO SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN so that’s a whole other issue I won’t spend too much time on lol.

Anyways that’s my two cents on the matter. I have a feeling that 6x11 may explain things more and the fact they’re making us wait 3 months for that episode may not be the best idea LOL. 

i reckon that star wars and harry potter have a lot in common in that neither of their creators were really prepared for what they created and so their fiction just isn’t strong enough. Like they’re both amazing (harry potter is my favourite thing ever really) but their worlds and plots are both so shaky when subjected to the level of dedicated scrutiny by the fanbase. And that’s because they were never really intended to be so carefully analysed, a great deal of effort went in to them of course but neither Lucas or Rowling was expecting to garner such a huge following. And they’ve both responded in the same way which is to try and expand and to come up with increasingly complicated  solutions, which has led to…mixed results i guess? But at no point would they be allowed to just say “X is like that because it’s fiction, I wrote it 10+ years ago: I didn’t think i would need to have some grand unified theory of this world.” They could never say that because it would ruin their world for so many fans and it would mean giving up creative control of this thing that they worked so hard on. Idk if that’s a bad thing or not: like u do u n all, but they aren’t and never expected, nor in all probability wanted to be, Tolkien even if we persist in treating them as such.

“When I was about 11, I went through this really bizarre period in my life where I was exhausted all the time because I had started having really vivid, involved dreams, so it felt like I never slept.

The dreams were linear, and I was the star of them, but I was someone else: a girl named Cheryl who was sixteen years old, living in Texas in the eighties. There was nothing weird about the dreams in general; it was just that, for the entire time I was asleep, I was another person in a different body with a different family, doing perfectly ordinary things.

And the dreams always started out the same way: I would go to sleep as me, and “wake up” as Cheryl (but not really Cheryl, I knew I wasn’t her, but couldn’t convince anyone else I wasn’t). I would go eat breakfast with her family, go to school, take her classes, talk to her friends, and then go back to sleep in her bed and wake up as me again.

This lasted for months (started off slowly, maybe one or two dreams a week, until finally they were every single night). In the real world, I started falling asleep in classes, had an overabundance of migraines (prone to them anyway), was constantly anemic and just generally sickly.

Nothing super awful happened in the dreams, except for the pressure of taking high-school classes with stuff I’d never learned before (because I was actually 11), and trying to pass courses based on material that was way above my age-range. Also, trying to fit in with her family and friends (because I was still me, just in her body, I didn’t actually recognize them or remember them or our supposed in-jokes/family history).

I could pass it all off as just stress and say it was totally unremarkable if it weren’t for the fact that I actually did learn shit from the classes I took at her high school; stuff that I couldn’t have known, hadn’t studied, and wouldn’t learn until I was in high school myself.”

By: heartbreakcity (What is the absolute creepiest yet unexplained thing that has ever happened to you?)

Hannigram Holiday Exchange

Hey @herminchen, I’m your Secret Santa from the @hannigramholidayexchange! You should get a package soon, coming all the way back from good old Canada ! So as you know, it’s a really cold place to live in, so I went for something to warm you up a little bit!

Here’s some fingerless gloves with small antlers suspended on its sides. They were the hardest to make, mostly because there was so many colours to work with. I was surprise to discover I didn’t have a clue how to embroidered the details of the face and eyes, but I think it turned out fine.

There’s then the hat to go with it! I made both the hat and the gloves with wool yarn so it would keep you warm. The antlers were felted, something I had never tried before. To get the perfect look, you gotta sit it on your head so the ears fall back behind a little bit and the antlers are straight up your head.

Then, I dunno, I thought I hadn’t knitted enough so I made a shawl. It’s a shawl with pines pattern all over it! It’s a callback to Wolftrap, and Will in general. In any cases, it’s huge, and it’s very fluffy because the yarn was big.

Then there’s a box of Hannigram tea, to fit with the cold winter theme, which seems to be a recurrent theme in the entire Hannibal, too.

There’s a little bit more things in the box, but I hope you like everything and that it fits! Have  a merry holiday time and here’s to hope we get a forth season this next coming year!!

Baby Winchester

Pairing - Dean x Reader

Word Count - 1994

Warnings - Drinking, Fluff, mentions of sex, Drinking. 

Notes - This is the fic i wrote for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog‘s trope challenge, since writing this I’m thinking of making it into a series! Please do let me know! 


There was three things that never went well together, Dean, Yourself and drinking. You were post vamp hunt, happy with your achievements from the day and saving 5 young girls who were being held captive in the nest. On the way back to the bunker you’ll made a quick stop for burgers and booze. Your silent plan was to spend the next few days relaxing, hoping the boys would join you in not hunting for a few days, you all needed a break and hadn’t had a real one in months.

Spending the new few hours drinking and laughing with your boys made you so happy. Realising the drink was starting to slow you down, you cared less, enjoyed yourself more and felt happier than you had in weeks. Turning on the radio and beginning to dance around the kitchen with the bottle of bourbon in your hand as the brothers laughed at your drunken dance moves.
After a few drinking games and another bottle of bourbon later, you sat on the floor with Dean, Sam had already retired himself to bed, his final words to the two of you were “Don’t be stupid and don’t break anything.” The words faded into the back of you mind as thoughts of Dean flooded in.
A few more drinks later and Deans lips were on yours. That’s the last thing you could fully remember.

Waking up in bed with Dean Winchester wasn’t uncommon, sharing beds in motels was a usual occurrence, however this was different. For one you were both naked and still tangled in Deans arms, every blink you took to assess the situation made your head pound harder. Groaning as you rolled away from the Winchester to find some relief from your hangover, Deans arms tightened around you. This was what you had wanted for months, ever since you met the brothers, moving into the bunker with them made things harder for you, pushing your feelings for Dean down lower obviously last night they made their way back to the surface.

“Morning.” He mumbled into your ear as he moved himself closer to you. “Woah, Am I… Did we… God… How much did we drink.” As Dean answered his own questions you made your way to the bathroom. “Hey where are you going? Last night is fuzzy to me, want to go for round 2?” He questioned raising himself up onto his elbows as he watched your every move.

After showering and pushing thoughts of a real thing with Dean as deep down as you could, it wouldn’t happen, Dean didn’t do long term. Letting  thoughts of impossible dreams with Dean fill your head as you shuffled your way towards the kitchen, Dean hot on your tail. Walking in the kitchen to see Sam sat at his laptop most likely researching.

“You two sounded like you had fun last night.” He smirked looking between the two of you. “Seriously guys, Next time warn me so I can put in headphones or something.” He groaned picking up a coffee cup handing it to you as you sat next to him.

Regret instantly swamped you as you realised last night you had the man you had longed for, You wouldn’t allow yourself to ruin the relationship you had with the boys or the set up you had here in the bunker. You just couldn’t.

4 weeks later…

A week and a half late, You were never late, you put it down to stress. You couldn’t be pregnant, You hadn’t even. Dean. Shit.

“Dean, Can I borrow the Impala?” You asked shouting through the bunker as you jogged to find him.

“Why?” Responding, looking you straight in the eyes.

“Supply run.” You smiled at him reaching out for the keys he had in his hand.

“Don’t Scratch her, or you’re dead.” He scowled reluctantly handed over the keys to his most loved possesion.
“Thanks” Turning away from him as soon as you could, running up the stairs taking them two at a time. As you shut the bunker door you heard a muffled shout about pie from Dean.

30 minutes later and you were back in the garage of the bunker. Resting your head on the steering wheel as you tried to prevent yourself from hyperventilating, calming yourself and grabbing the carrier bags on the seat you rummaged for the pregnancy tests you had purchased, 5 tests and 5 different brands, you didn’t care if it was excessive you wanted to be sure. Collecting them and shoving them into your handbag and covering them with your phone for extra measure, you made your way into the bunker with the supplies. Dumping the bags in the kitchen you turned on your heel to make your way to your room to discover the impending news that awaits you.

“You get pie?” Dean asked as his eyes lit up at the sight of the bags on the table.

“Yeah” Its in there, gesturing to the bag closest to you.

“Hey, You okay?” He raised an eyebrow as he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him.

“I’m fine, just could do with a nap.” You lied looking up into the emerald eyes you adored so much.

The seconds it took for you to reach your room felt like hours, your heartbeat was pounding in your ears. Locking your room door and your bathroom you slumped to the floor, resting your head between your knees as you once again calmed yourself. Minutes, in minutes you would know, rationalising your thoughts and movements didn’t help you. Finally after minutes of wrestling your thoughts you had taken the tests, all 5 of them, the timer on your phone was set you returned back to the safe position of resting your head between your knees. As your phone timer rang out filling the bathroom with a shrill siren, you raised your head to be met with the sight of 5 positive pregnancy tests. Lowering your head back down you began to ponder how you were going to tell Dean, how this would work, if you could stay here, if you should leave and never tell him.

You weren’t sure how long you had been on the bathroom floor for until you heard someone pounding on the bedroom door, minutes later someone pounding on the bathroom one, your brain hadn’t put it together that the intruder into your personal space had picked your bedroom lock and by the time you had figured it out you heard the lock near your head clicking too. Within the seconds it took you to think about getting up the lock had been picked and the door was open, only for you to be met with the sight of Sam looking down at you, between you and the tests.

“Hey, Hey, Hey.” He shushed, sitting down beside you as he pulled you close and began to stroke your hair in an attempt to soothe you. “Deans?” He questioned extending a finger out towards the tests sprawled at your feet. Nodding against his chest you felt a mild sense of relief as you began to finally calm down.

“Sammy, I need to tell him. Where is he?” You asked pulling yourself away from Sam as you spoke, attempting to regain your confidence.

“His room.” He replied helping you get up and looking back down at the tests at your feet. A silent question as to what you were going to do with them. Not knowing, you grabbed them and stuffed them into the back pocket of your jeans and made your way to Dean’s room as Sam followed you.

“If you need me I’ll be in the kitchen.” Giving you a reassuring hug as he spoke. You nodded in response as he made his way towards the kitchen. Planning your next steps as you went, knocking would be too weird too formal. Opening the door slightly and popping your head in, smiling as the older Winchester was reclining on his bed with his laptop out watching Netflix.

“Hey, Can we talk?” You asked making your way into the room shutting the door behind you.

“Sure. What’s up?” He responded shutting the top of his laptop and shifting to sit against the headboard. Sitting in front of him your mind raced with how to do this how to tell him.

“Erm… Well do you remember a few weeks ago? Vamp nest dead? Saving the girls? Drinks?” You asked looking into his eyes as you asked every question.

“Yeah I do…” He began to respond when he watched you reach behind you back. As you produced the tests. The look on his face is a look you’ll never forget. You had never seen him look that way ever.

“You’re pregnant?” He asked in amazement as he picked up a test looking between it and you.

“Five tests aren’t going to be wrong.” You replied looking at his face attempting to analyse the expression on it.

“And It’s definitely mine?” He queried more seriously than before looking back up at you.

“Do you think that little of me that I sleep around?” You barked hurt from his question.

“No I didn’t mean that, I meant how can it be… Oh…” As the realisation hit him that you were both drunk and no protection was used, it also hit that you were pregnant and he was going to be a Dad. “We’re having a baby.” He mumbled to himself returning his gaze back to the test in his hands.

“Yes.” You replied to his outlaid thought.

Giving Dean some time to adjust to the news you gave his knee a squeeze and got off the bed.

“I’m going to get a coffee.” You said looking down at the father of your unborn child, you could see his mind racing as he began to think this through. He didn’t want to be a father, yet you knew he would be an amazing dad, He was terrified that he would turn out like his father. Things he had confessed to you months ago. Yet never believed it would become an issue.

“How’d it go?” Sam asked as you entered the kitchen.

“I’m not too sure.” Your reply honest, you didn’t know how Dean would process the news yet stayed hopeful.
Clutching a cup of coffee you sat down next to Sam as he told you about a possible case, giving you the run down and the basics asking your opinion on what it could be. Taking a notepad off the kitchen side you began to note down a few main points, attempting to take your mind off Dean and how he was coping with this. 30 minutes after you had found out you were happy, you had always longed to be a Mother, realising your dread and fear of finding out if you were pregnant wasn’t your issue, it was Deans issue. You were more worried about Dean than your own fears and wants in life.
Losing yourself in thought you were pulled back into reality when sam cleared his throat next to you.

“Baby brain hitting you early?” He asked nodding down to your notepad. Looking down you realised your notes had turned from facts to scribbles, with the words ‘Baby’ ‘Dean’ ‘Happy’ scrawled across the page.

“Shut up.” You groaned ripping the page from the notepad as you scowled at the younger Winchester.
Your head snapped up as you heard footsteps travelling towards the kitchen. As Dean appeared in the doorway you looked at him, again not being able to read his expression.

“Dean?” You asked getting up from your seat. “Are you okay?” You moved towards him as you asked, knowing full well he wasn’t.

“Baby Winchester. Has a nice ring to it don’t you think?” He replied as he hugged you, lifting you a little as he did.

“Baby Winchester.” You mumbled back into his chest as he continued to hug you.

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Request by Anonymous: A Barry x reader where he erases you in the time line. You were still alive, but now you died 3 years before Barry even got his powers.

Masterlist

Fandom: The Flash

Gifs aren’t mine.

Barry walked into S.T.A.R. Labs with a smile on his face seeing as when he created this new timeline everything seemed to be perfect and the way it originally had been. He greeted everyone until realized something. (y/n) wasn’t here. Was (she/he) sick today? Something was pulling at his gut to ask where (y/n) was, but just pushed it away and went along with the day like he usually would.

After going through his routine for a few days Barry couldn’t take it anymore he had to ask. Were they not together anymore? Had he never met (her/him) before? Or worse was (she/he)…? Barry quickly shook his head getting rid of the thought not wanting to think it would even be a possibility for it to be true.

“Hey guys,” Cisco and Iris looked over towards Barry while Caitlin was busy with something in the lab and Harrison also looked towards Barry with a questioning look.

“Where is (y/n)? I’ve been trying to call (her/him) and…” Barry stopped when he looked up. Everyone had a different expression on their face. Cisco’s was full of confusion, Iris had a sad look in her eyes, and Harrison’s face went from confusion to anger towards Barry.

“Barry (he’s/she’s) been..dead, for years now.” Iris said wiping away a few tears that had fallen from her eyes from the memory of her best friends death.

“What? No, no (she/he) can’t be,” Barry started to tear up, “I need to go back, I need to reverse the time line.”

“So you did reverse the timeline, again?” Wells asked Barry who nodded in shame. “Barry I told you the consequences of creating a new time line and you did it anyway?” 

“But if I didn’t (y/n) would be dead,” Barry protested, “I need to get (her/him) back.”

Harrison stopped Barry from bolting of by saying, “Barry if you reset the time line again (she/he) might still be dead or she might not even exist. I told you, you that reseting the time line has its consequences and you can’t reset the time line to the way it was before, you will just make a new one.”

“But I can’t… I can’t lose (her/him) again!” Barry sobbed as Iris hugged him trying to comfort Barry. “I don’t want to lose (her/him) Iris. I love (her/him).”

[The Smiling Man]

About five years ago I lived downtown in a major city in the US. I’ve always been a night person, so I would often find myself bored after my roommate, who was decidedly not a night person, went to sleep. To pass the time, I used to go for long walks and spend the time thinking.

I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never once had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke with my roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite. But all of that changed in just a few minutes of one evening.

It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the morning, and I was walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a week night, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty.

I turned down a short side street in order to loop back to my apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each “box” with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.

Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The closer he got, the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cross the street before he danced any closer.

I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty street. As I reached the other side, I glanced back… and then stopped dead in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his lips.

I was completely and utterly unnerved by this. I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn’t move. Once I had put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The street and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn’t tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no more than 10 seconds, so it was clear that he had moved fast.

I was so shocked that I stood there for some time, staring at him. And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated tip toed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking up on someone. Except he was moving very, very quickly.

I’d like to say at this point I ran away or pulled out my pepper spray or my cellphone or anything at all, but I didn’t. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me.

And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.

When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, “What do you want?!” in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper: “Whaaat…?”

Regardless of whether or not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me more afraid. But he didn’t react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling.

And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn’t moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he was running.

I ran as well

I ran until I was off of the side road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there.

I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn’t look drunk, he didn’t look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that’s a very, very scary thing to see.

Prompt: Mitsunari finding out he’s going to be a father (c/o @minnimay17 ♡)
Length: 512 words

A/N: I hope this is okay. Sorry if they were OOC! Thank you kindly to those who will read this. :’)


“Lord Mitsunari,” MC said as she placed the tray of manju on his desk.

Mitsunari looked up from the book he was reading. “What?”

“What do you think about… becoming a father…?” MC asked carefully, knowing that her husband had a knack for spitting out insults. Instead of getting called insufferable dullard, or flat-chested woman, however, his eyes simply went back to his book.

“I’m sorry for asking. Please enjoy the food,” she said, quickly bowing and leaving the room. Once outside, she found herself crying. She never thought the day would come when she would have preferred Mitsunari’s insults over his silence.

She was on her way back to the kitchen when she ran into Lord Hideyoshi.

“Oh, MC! Is something wrong?” he asked, noticing the redness in MC’s eyes. “This is nothing, Lord Hideyoshi,” she said, wiping her eyes with her sleeve.

“Come on, what has Mitsunari done this time?”

“It’s nothing, really!” she insisted.

“Well, okay. I’m gonna check on him anyway,” Hideyoshi said, walking to Mitsunari’s room.

“Lord Hideyoshi, wait!” MC went after him.

“Hmm, what is it?”

“Do you think Lord Mitsunari would be a good father?”

“Mitsunari, a father? Oh boy, that’s a good one!” he chuckled.

“I’m serious, Lord Hideyoshi!”

“I’m sorry,” Hideyoshi said, sticking his tongue out. “Truth is, I think he’ll be a great father. Look at how he straightened Sakon out! Well, sort of.” He laughed before continuing. “Honestly, he’s like a doting mother sometimes. Okay, he’s like a doting mother all the time, once he starts caring about you. It’s that mouth of his that can’t seem to change…”

“I’m happy to hear that. Thank you, Lord Hideyoshi,” MC said, placing a hand on her stomach.

“Wait, don’t tell me!?” Hideyoshi’s eyes widened. MC simply smiled.

“What is going on out here?” Mitsunari’s door slid open violently. He stepped out of his room with a scowl on his face.

“Mitsunari! I can’t believe you’re having a baby! This calls for a celebration!” Hideyoshi said cheerfully, placing an arm around Mitsunari’s shoulder.

“Hideyoshi, what are you talking about?”

“Uh oh… I’ve done something wrong, haven’t I?” Hideyoshi instantly withdrew his arm from Mitsunari’s shoulder and hurried off. “I’ll see you lovebirds later!”

“Is it true?” Mitsunari turned to look at MC, but she was staring at the ground, unable to say anything.

“MC, tell me. Please.” Mitsunari grabbed her hand and she looked at him with an expression that made his heart stop. “I was going to tell you earlier, but I was afraid that—”

“You insufferable dullard! Do you have any idea what went through my mind when you asked me that?? It’s me who should be afraid. I never even met my real father, so how could I possibly…” Mitsunari bit his lip to stop himself.

“Mitsunari,” MC said, pulling him into her arms. “Don’t worry. You have me, remember? We’ll raise our child. Together.”

He buried his face in her neck and held her tighter. “That’s right,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “I have you.” ▪

7

Between all the things we can see in this scene, do you think perhaps we’re also seeing the end of Victor’s career as a figure skater?

Victor was lost, before he went to Yuri. He didn’t know how to amaze people anymore. He was wonderful as ever, but the public were just no longer surprised, and he was lost. Then he saw something in Yuri and went to him, because maybe that was his answer, somehow.

Until now, I thought Victor was going to return to skate, eventually. I thought Yuri’s love was going to change his way of seeing figure skating, and he was going to reinvent himself from that. Eventually, Victor was going to return to skate, at least for one more season (enough to face Yuri as a competitor, maybe). He would have to resign as Yuri’s coach for that, but they would reunite again, both as skaters this time.

Actually, after this other scene (which took place before the “I wish you’d never retire” scene), I kind of thought my theory was right:

Let me explain. I thought I was right because, between all the things I saw in this scene, I thought I saw Yuri considering the possibility of facing Victor as a competitor in the future. Yes, Yuri is supposedly going to retire after the Grand Prix Final, but consider this: he has reached a turning point, and that could lead him to actually retire… Or not. Things are pretty different now than they were before Victor, after all, just as they were for Victor before Yuri. And I thought, maybe that was part of the reason why he said he will have Victor step down as coach after the Grand Prix Final: Yuri would need a new coach if Victor return to skate (of course, it could mean that Yuri’s really going to retire, too, so he wouldn’t have a coach).

But now, I can’t help but wonder. I truly believe Victor was changed by Yuri, no matter what happens from now. I believe Victor see figure skating in a new light now, thanks to Yuri’s love. And I believe Victor will reinvent himself from that… But maybe, his way of “reinventing” won’t be the one I thought before. Maybe his way will be returning to the ice, yes, not as a skater, but as a coach. As Yuri Katsuki’s coach, leading Yuri to the top of the world —and sharing that path with him.

I know the situations are different, I know. But at this point, it reminds me a lot of Brian Orser.

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we fell out of love 
those are just 5 words 
we say when we dont want
to explain what really happened
how can i explain to someone 
in a couple of seconds 
that when we went our separate ways 
it felt like i fell off a cliff you were my gravity
the same way it holds me down you held me down
so fucking close to you i swear i thought we could never be apart
i fell down i couldn't control the fall i was just waiting to land 
and be dead
the same way i felt while we were in love every single fucking day
i was on top of the cliff looking down waiting for the day you leave
and thats when i would fall over and land so fucking hard at the bottom, it happened so fast 
i dont even remember falling off but fuck i remember the land 
i remember not being able to move or think or sometimes id forget to breathe
i dont know if its because of the fall that shortened my breathing or maybe i didn't want to anymore
you told me maybe we’d work out one day but right now we intoxicate each other, and poison our cells  
your parents fell out of love it took them 10 years to realize it, it was through missed dinners 
and secret phone calls 
and coming home later than they said they would 
you dont realize they’re leaving but in reality they were gone all along you just refused to believe it
how am i supposed to explain to anyone that you were the blood that ran through my viens and the reason why i ever fucking smiled in pictures
i saw you in the sun every sunday morning and i felt you in my covers wrapped around me every single fucking night i was trying to sleep but you made your way into my skin and all the way up into my brain and into my dreams id wake up every fucking morning screaming begging for you to just go away but you were always there
and i cant tell if i loved having you on my mind all the time or if you just fucking stressed me out 
but now i see you in the pills i swallow to fucking try and forget you 
and i saw your tongue between her teeth and i understood maybe we were never meant to be.
— 

we fell out of love

j

May The Best Man Win

Bucky X Reader X Steve Rodgers

Word Count: 645

Requested: @jokerhastakenmeover

Request: Avengers: can you do one where Steve and Bucky really like YN and have a major crush, and how they would act when they find out they both like her

Originally posted by captianwintersoldier

(H/D/C) - Hot drink of choice

Everything went in Steve favor people hadn’t figured out that he had a crush on you until they witnessed your conversations, Steve was genuinely a nice guy, he held doors open for people and carried bags for people that were just who he was and everyone knew that he was awkward but when they finally saw him talk to you they were surprised. Tony had confronted you about it on many occasions asking whether the capcicle always spoke to you like that. You, on the other hand, thought that it was sweet but you never looked passed that you never thought that out of all the people that he could have that he would think about you. As for Bucky there were significant differences in the way that he behaved around you, he was constantly trying to curb his attitude and when he was in a bad mood he would border on going to look for you but being afraid that he would hurt you physically or emotionally, it seemed though that you’d find him anyway.
“What’s up Buck?” You asked popping a piece of popcorn in your mouth as you sat on the sofa. He looked over and realised that he was in your way he moved to sit next to you reaching over to try and grab some of the popcorn but you moved it away from him. “Tell me what is wrong.”
“Nothing just tired,” Bucky answered reaching over and you frowned before passing it over you knew better than to push the matter. You sat around watching T.V for hours before Bucky decided to get up and kissed the side of your head. “Thanks, doll.”
“For what?” You asked but he was already gone.

You were looking for food later that night, everyone had gone out on Tony’s request which you have refused, you weren’t one for parties and so you stayed home opting for getting some of the paperwork you had done, at least that was your excuse the truth was you were about to sit somewhere quiet eat junk food and listen to music. “I thought everyone went that party Tony was talking about.” Steve’s voice said behind you and you jumped.
“Geez, so did I, oh my god I think I had a heart attack.” You sigh taking in a huge breath your hand over your chest.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Steve smiled.
“No, it’s alright, I just wasn’t expecting anyone to be here.” You smiled, Steve nodded and it went quiet for a second before you asked: “How comes you didn’t go?”
“Not really my scene.” he shrugged and you nodded.
“Really don’t like all the girls hanging off your arms?” You asked smirking as you started making yourself a cup of (H/D/C) “Do you want one?”
“No to the first one and yes to the second.” he smiled coming to stand next to you.
“You sure about that first answer?” You asked.
“Strictly a one girl guy” he nodded.
“Well, that can’t be any fun.” You muttered. “Especially when there are so many people that want to be with you, have you thought about dating?” You asked.
“Yeah.” he answered realising that you thought he was talking about Penny, you had been at the funeral and you thought that she would be the only one that he ever loved but you were wrong.

Late that week Tony threw a party and you were told that you had to come this time so Steve and Bucky watched you as you mingled with other people a smile on your face and a beautiful dress. “She’s beautiful.” Steve smiled over at his best friend.
“She is.” he nodded. Steve looked over at him and they both smiled before Bucky finally said
“May the best man win.”

Requests and general question!

anonymous asked:

So I've asked this question before, but am trying to get a range of opinion. So here goes: does Chris Carter have some sort of issue with showing Mulder and Scully in an intimate scene that goes beyond kissing? It would seem that perhaps he is very conservative where these characters are concerned and the deleted sex scene between Ed Jerse and Scully in "Never Again" appears to bear this out. However, Mulder has been with Fowley and the vampire and Scully with the were-monster. So, what gives?

Well, Chris Carter never wanted Mulder and Scully to be romantic and I think part of him still resents that it went that way. Plus, he idealizes them (especially Scully) to such a degree that he takes away the human element from their relationship even when he does acknowledge it. I think he said once that they have a literary romance and he tries to keep them in this tiny box that dehumanizes what they really are. And he thinks that’s what we want- exposition about truths and platonic interactions that keep them on this pedestal he has in his mind that makes no sense anymore.

Chris is afraid to let them be human, to let them kiss and be physical. And I think he’s misplaced that fear by latching on to this belief that all shippers want domestic!MSR with them doing nothing but baking cookies and having sex all day. And he uses this belief to justify him giving us hand holding in a field with talks about God and Mother Love (because that’s what we REALLY want, we’re just too stupid to know it) instead of letting them talk about their “estrangement” and kiss each other like they should.

It’s frustrating not because we shippers want them kissing all over the place, but because he hasn’t been true to these characters at all. 

We understand them and he doesn’t.

We love them and he doesn’t.